TW: Pegging, anal fingering, mentions of death and trauma, brief mention of cuts and scars
Raiden had been under a lot of stress lately coming off of the big shell incident and the revelations that followed. When he came home, you figured that you might do something special for him. The bathtub was clean, bath soap set on the side, the couch was clear, and the bed was made. Prepping for anything he wanted, it was now time to wait for his arrival.
Shuffling in, covered in dirt and blood, was your beloved. Waltzing towards him, you give him a gentle but comforting hug, being very careful not to further injure him. His eyes say everything, cold, dead, and wet.
“You don’t look so good…let’s sit you down.” Grasping his hand, you lead him towards the couch, as you plop down onto the squishy cushions. “Tell me what happened Raiden…” The first words out of his mouth all day, and he’s telling you what went down. How many people he saw die, and the feats he accomplished. His voice wavers, as he does his best to keep the facade up; to not cry.
He lays his head on your shoulder, transferring all the dirt and sweat onto you. You could absolutely care less; you wanted him to feel safe and comfortable, and come to you with his woes. Deft hands run through his dirty blonde hair as he continues to lay next to you. It’s silent except for a few words, muffled by your shirt.
“What was that? I’m sorry hon, I can’t hear you.” You coo, doing your best to keep your voice low. Pulling away and looking up at you, he repeats his words. “Will you run me a bath? I want to wash all the dirt and grime off of me.” You nod, wordlessly as you maneuver him off your lap. A hand outstretched and a gentle smile accompanies him as the two of you head off to the bathroom.
You’re quite glad that you had prepped for his needs beforehand. You weren’t quite sure what he was going to want, so by pure luck this worked out. “I can stay here, or I can leave you to bathe alone. Which one would you like?” You inquire, prepared to do anything he asks.
“Stay with me please. I don’t think I can bear to me alone right now.” Raiden responds, and you nod. Deft hands turn him around as you help him disrobe. If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve attempted to rip the suit off of him.
A tiny zipper sits at the crook of his neck, you pinch your fingers together as the zipper glides down his back. An audible sigh escapes Raiden’s lips as the suit falls to the floor. Stepping out of the suit, you can’t help but admire how pristine his skin is. Minus a few cuts and scars, his body is coated in a sheen of sweat.
Turning on the faucet, you run your hand through the stream of water to make sure it’s a good temperature for him. It is, and you motion for him to get in. Stepping in, he sits down with a groan. Leaning back, his arms dangle outside the tub. You’ve never noticed it until now, but his arms were so pretty and so strong. Your eyes linger until you’re interrupted by the clearing of his throat.
Looking him in the eyes, you can tell you’ve been caught. A soft blush coats his face as he looks away. “If you like what you see so much, why don’t you wash me.” He spits, keeping his eyes looking away from you.
A devilish grin rips across your face as you pull off your shirt. You won’t get in with him, but you can at least keep your shirt from getting wet. Grasping the soap and the washcloth from the tray, you lather up the cloth. Running the fabric down his back, you scrub as hard as you can comfortably. A layer of dirt begins to stick to the cloth as you scrub.
Soft moans come from Raiden’s mouth as you drag the fabric across his skin. Lifting up his arms, the soft blush on his face from before increases tenfold. “How does it feel?” You coo, your face inches away from his ear. “It feels fantastic….will you wash me all over?” He responds, his request breathy and light.
A simple nod is all you respond with as you begin to venture towards his hips. Marks from where the sneaking suit stuck tightly to him linger on his body. He begins to squirm, the feeling of pleasure beginning to dance across his body.
“Hun, you’re going to have to sit still for this next part, okay? I have to get all of you clean.” With that, you run the cloth down to his cock and begin to scrub, albeit much more gently than you were earlier.
Moans escape from his mouth as you clean. You didn’t expect him to be this vocal or needy. Maybe it was all the adrenaline from earlier expressing itself in a healthy way. And then, something you never thought would happen on a day like this, explodes out of his mouth.
“God, peg me….”
He had mentioned the idea briefly before, but never with such lust and desire. You stop for a minute, and look into his eyes to see if he really meant it, or he was just so caught up in pleasure that he didn’t mean to say it.
“Will you?” He whispers, eyes glittering as he looks right through you. “If you’re sure you want it, yes I will. That means I have to be extra careful washing your ass. You good with that, Raiden?” His only response was a grunt, and a rapid reddening of his face.
“Would you mind leaning forward so I can clean that area?” You coo, your voice sickeningly sweet. He does as you ask, whining in anticipation. sweet. Starting slowly, the cloth gently cleanses the rim of his anus, washing all the cracks and crevices. It’s incredibly important that for his first time, you do it right. His body twitches and squirms under your touch, and you can tell this simple act of caring for him turns him on so much.
Once his body has been thoroughly cleaned, you lean back with a smirk. “You ready for the main act, hot stuff? If so, I’ve got a bed with your name on it.” Getting up, Raiden steps out of the bathtub. Beads of water run down his body; he’s very visibly aroused.
Grabbing a towel, you run it over his body, wiping away any stray drops from his body. You want him to be as comfortable as possible during the act. Gripping his hand, you lead him to your bedroom. He practically vaults onto the bed with a reinvigorated type of energy, ready for whatever comes his way.
Getting comfortable, he spreads his legs in a way that’s so enticing you want to take him here and now. “I love how eager you are, but I have to prep you first.” Without a second thought, your lips attack his, shoving your tongue into his mouth. Raiden gasps in return, before his tongue quickly finds yours. The intensity grows, and before you know it, you can feel Raiden clawing at your bra, desperate for something to grab.
Relenting, you allow his hands to unclasp your bra and slip it off, revealing your bare chest to him. Practically drooling, his mouth detaches from yours as his mouth clamps onto your breast, sucking and biting the flesh. Despite for your intention for this all to be about him, you find the tables turned.
Small moans leave your mouth as he continues to bite, leaving minuscule marks on your chest. Reaching out, your hands grip the supple flesh of his backside and squeeze, eliciting a deep groan. You can’t help but smirk at the satisfaction you’re giving him. A hand maneuvers over to his hole, gently beginning to rub circles around the rim.
A high pitched cry explodes out of his mouth as he collapses on his back and begins to squirm at every touch. His cock is fully erect, and gently leaking. If this is how he’s reacting to just being rimmed, he’s almost ready to be pegged.
Removing your fingers from his ass, you crawl over to the bedside table to grab some lube. Raiden’s eyes fixate on you in anticipation as you coat your fingers in the liquid. Your hand then carefully crawls towards his entrance, easing into the pressure. One finger fully inside, he lets out another long cry. “Is this good? Doesn’t hurt?” You ask, wanting him to glean all the pleasure from this experience.
He bites his lip, nodding as you begin to move your finger in and out of him. Spreading his legs even further, you decide to give him a bit of additional pleasure. One hand grips his cock as your finger curls, massaging his prostate. Throwing his head back, he lets out a long shout of pleasure. His dirty blonde hair begins to stick to his forehead as sweat pours from his body.
It’s only going to get better from here as you pump his cock and massage his prostate a bit faster. Grunts of varying degree come from his mouth as you continue to please him. It's music to your ears, a cacophony of moans culminating in making your partner feel ecstatic. Before you know it, he's saying those three words. Removing your hands from his body, he gives you a disappointing look. He wanted that satisfaction.
Unbeknownst to him, he's going to get it. Once again, you dig through your bedside table, looking for your toy. It was a beginner's dildo and a strap that was perfect for him. Once you retrieve it for him, his eyes light up like fireworks.
His thighs tremble as you prepare the dildo, caressing it gently. More lube is applied to the toy as Raiden's pupils seem to get bigger by the second. "I'll be as gentle as possible since it's your first time, okay? I've prepped as much as I possibly can for this moment, you're going to feel so damn good."
Repeating what you did earlier, you gently slide the strap into his entrance. Another large groan bubbles up from his throat. Your hands meet the flesh of his hips as you rub and squeeze. His legs begin to flail as you speed up slightly. "Oh god....that feels amazing..." He mutters, his voice hoarse. Each sensation feels amazing to him, and he can't get enough.
At this point you wouldn't be surprised if he sleeps soundly after the act. "You're being such a good boy, Raiden....staying still for me while I fuck you..." Raiden nods vigorously in response, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. His breathing becomes labored, with each motion causing a heavy exhale. Running your hands onto his ass, you give that supple flesh a squeeze again. You can tell he's getting to the end of his rope as you begin to go as fast as you possibly can. One hand on his ass, one on his cock as you thrust as fast as your stamina will let you.
Raiden's entire body tenses up, limbs shaking violently. Every second of pleasure has led up to this, and he's going to enjoy this release. "Oh god, oh fuck. I'm going to cum...." He says between gritted teeth. "Cum for me baby, you've had a big day, you deserve this." And with those encouraging words, spurts of cum shoot from his cock, landing on your bare chest. With a sigh, his body goes limp as his labored breaths slowly become more shallow.
Removing the dildo, you flop down on top of him. You didn't realize how much energy you had been using until it was all over. "Raiden honey, you did so good for your first time. It was clear to me that you enjoyed yourself immensely, and that makes me so happy. You looked so hot taking that dildo, such a handsome man…”
Leaning up to his face, you give him a quick peck on the cheek before snuggling back into his chest. "Thank you for making my return home so loving...you could've welcomed me home and then left me to my own devices. However, you decided to take the extra step to make sure that every part of me was cared for. I can't thank you enough for that. It didn't erase what happened at the incident go away, but you made it much easier to deal with." With a soft smile, Raiden leans down and gives your forehead a kiss.
"Maybe next time the roles can be reversed, hmm? You deserve pampering too."
So this is my first Metal Gear fic which I absolutely had to write for a number of reasons, one of which being that I was playing the phantom pain and that consumed my life for nearly two months. Another is that Snake was the first fictional character I ever simped for back when I was definitely too young to be playing mgs3 and I had to make some kind of tribute to that.
Honestly if I get more than ten likes on this I'm probably gonna die of shock, but let me know what you think and if you want to see more feel free to send me a request!
Training on mother base was a daily occurrence, but training with the Boss himself was a rare opportunity to learn from the best. One by one some soldier would step into the ring desperate to prove themselves in hand to hand combat only to be taken down in a matter of seconds, nearly everyone except you had gone up against him by now and you weren't feeling eager to display your inexperience in front of the entire combat unit.
Shrinking back into the crowd of people you kept watch on the Boss, heat from the midday sun was apparently taking it's toll as he discarded the top of his fatigues leaving him in just pants and the many straps and harnesses that held his gear on missions. His monumental build was a sight to behold, sweat making his light brown hair shine, the myriad of cuts and scars covering every inch of his skin and all lying over taut muscles. You couldn't help but stare with a blush creeping onto your face as his body flexed with every motion, your heart skipped a beat as you remembered your surroundings making you hope that no one noticed your flustered state.
"You there, you're up next." The Boss declared while pointing in your direction, it took you a moment to realize he really was talking to you.
Another soldier shoved you into the center of the ring as the rest grew quiet, looking around you could feel every set of judging eyes burning holes through you as you stepped up, all except the Boss who was waiting patiently for you to make a move. Taking a fighting stance you knew that in a short moment you would end up on the ground like the rest, yet somehow after that first swing you still felt shocked when he grabbed your arm and immediately flipped you over. When your body hit the metal floor all of the breath left your lungs, you struggled to get back on your feet only to have him straddle your back while continuing to pull your arm, effectively keeping you pinned down.
Raising your head as high as you could you looked up at the rest of the men, hearing as they jeered and laughed. Even though you knew you couldn't escape you still writhed around, testing the power of the Boss's grip, being at his mercy while surrounded by dozens of onlookers made you feel helpless in a way that you never expected to enjoy. Unfortunately your body expressed this before your oxygen deprived brain had the time to process, you shuddered beneath him praying that in the rush of things he wouldn't notice the tiny breathless whine that came from your mouth. If he did he didn't say anything, just releasing your arm and stepping away while you lay panting on the ground.
"Alright, that's enough for today. Return to your positions." He declared, prompting everyone to disperse.
Still on the ground trying to catch your breath the Boss flipped you onto your back with the tip of his boot, forcing you to look up at him.
"Except you." He said, his eye narrowed leering down at you. "You need more training, meet me here after sundown."
Questions ran wild through your mind but without the courage to ask any you simply coughed out a reply before watching everyonewalk away. "Yes, sir."
Hours later you were pacing awkwardly around in the exact place you were told to be. The sun had been down for sometime by then and large shipping containers had been placed around the deck, obscuring your view of anyone else that might be nearby. You couldn't bring yourself to simply stand still with all the nervous energy running through your body, along with theories of the Boss's ulterior motives for brining you here. Did he notice how you were staring earlier? Maybe he did want to continue your training, but there was the possibility that he wasn't satisfied with your lack of combat skills and he was going to make you leave the base.
"Kept you waiting, huh?" A familiar voice rang out, making you jolt.
"Boss! You startled me." You explained, straightening up to salute him.
As soon as the words left your mouth you came to the conclusion that you might have failed some kind of test, you stood expecting the lecture about being more aware of your surroundings to come any minute.
"I'm surprised you showed up." He remarked, pulling a cigar out from his pocket.
"Yeah...about that training." Unsure of what he meant exactly you could still deduce that this was a more casual meeting than you would have expected.
"You weren't listening this morning." He answered, smoke swiling out of his mouth as he exhaled.
The low tone of his voice made color rise to your cheeks, you could feel yourself shrinking in the shadow of his imposing frame as shame washed over you making you back into the the metal wall behind you. Your instinct to lie and give some kind of lengthy explanation for why you acted the way you did was nullified by fear that he would see right through it.
"I don't have use for soldiers who can't pay attention." He continued, taking another puff. "If you keep getting distracted what good are you?"
"I can still follow orders, I promise!" You told him perhaps a little too loudly, worried he was about to make you leave the base. "Just give me a chance to prove it Boss."
In the dim glow of his cigar just before he threw it away out you could see a faint smirk on his lips. He stepped closer putting one hand on the container you were backed into, his palm clanking as it hit the metal inches away from your face. The other hand lifted your chin, giving you no choice but to look and lock eyes as he leaned in.
"What had you so distracted anyway?" He asked, though the cadence of his voice told you he already knew the answer.
The darkness may have hid the blush on your cheeks but it couldn't hide the sound of your breathing growing heavier. Being this intimate with the Boss felt wrong, dirty even, but the longer it went on the closer you wanted him and you had the feeling he could see that.
"Are you going to admit it or do I have to tell you how desperate you looked this morning?" He asked again, making your thoughts feel exposed before you had a chance to put them into words.
"I was thinking about you Boss." You confessed, the look in his eye urged you to continue. "It's just that, I've looked up to you for such a long time and seeing you in action today made me realize it was more than just respect."
You softly touched his cheek with your hand, feeling the stubble and scars, their rough texture grounding your thoughts and reminding you this wasn't a dream. As his lips met yours you could taste the tabacco on his breath, you put your other arm behind his head to pull him in and deepen the kiss. His arms engulfed your body, their tight grip putting you in a vice you never wanted to escape. Quickly swiping your tongue over the scar on his bottom lip you unwittingly invited his own tongue to invade your mouth, making you gasp as he explored every place he could reach.
You started to unbutton the front of his fatigues, just enough to slip your hand underneath and test your theory of how firm his chest really was. He groaned as your fingers met his skin, his hands beginning to roam your body in direct response, hungry to touch every inch he could. He wasn't nearly as careful when undressing you as he ripped open the front of your jumpsuit, buttons flying to the ground as the fabric was torn apart.
Cool night air caressed your shoulders as you wiggled out of your uniform letting the top half hang off your waist. With the freedom to touch even more of your body the Boss wasted no time letting his fingers roam the uncharted territory, breaking the kiss only for a moment so he could continue down your neck. Gripping the harness under his shirt, you let out a shaking sigh as he scraped his teeth on the vulnerable skin of your neck, feeling as if a wild beast was simply tasting you before devouring you whole.
"Gonna make that little noise again?" He asked panting.
"Only if you make me." You answered, not expecting him to suddenly turn you around and slam you into the wall.
The thought crossed your mind that someone might hear, but what would they do about it? You lived, died and did everything between at the Boss's command, that included letting him use your body anyway he saw fit. Whining much like before when mouth latched to the other side of your neck while he pulled your jumpsuit farther down, you could feel yourself getting wetter as his crotch pressed against you from behind. It was a well known fact that the Boss was packing some serious heat, but now feeling the real thing straining against thin layers of fabric you couldn't help but feel intimidated. He backed away for a moment to free himself from his pants, even though things were moving so fast already your entire body burned in anticipation.
"Snake." You moaned as he tugged your underwear down.
The sound of his old codename caught his attention, with a slow exhale he paused as if drinking the title in. His chest met with tour back and you felt his breath hot against your ear while you waited for his reaction.
"Call me John." He told you, the tone of his voice more flirty than demanding.
"John." You sang as he finally slid in.
Leaning into the crate your nails scratched against the metal as you took his entire length inch by inch until he finally bottomed out. By the way you were rocking your hips back into his he assumed he didn't have to wait for you to adjust, the way you were moaning was another thing that gave him permission to start moving.
"So big..." You whined, his newer codename seeming more appropriate at the moment.
Even though it the stretch was more than you were used to you let him continue uninterrupted, the absolute power behind every snap of his hips enough to convince you to let him go on at the current speed. You spread your legs as wide as you could without losing your footing to try and get him as deep as possible, though your body conspired against you as you started to clench around him after only a few pumps. Although you had little preparation, unless you count a fistfight as some form of foreplay, the excitement of the scenario was more than enough; followed by his expansive length reaching places you never before thought possible.
"Already?" He questioned as you made some new undignified noises.
You couldn't even answer or apologize while he was continuing at the same speed. Every thrust driving into your oversensitive core felt more and more intense, leaving you to wonder just how much he was capable of.
"I hope you can go another round." He stated, his speed picking up. "I'm not even close yet."
"No." You mumbled. "Don't stop."
Feeling the grin on his face as he bit down into your shoulder your head started to feel light, unable to feel even the legs you were standing on as you lost yourself in the feeling of being pounded into like it was a punishment. Not even realizing how tight his grasp on your hips was until his hands left to lift your bra then grab your tits as soon as they sprang free, making you cry out when your nipples got pinched between his fingers. The rough massage that ensued gave your mind a new reason to spin while every part of your body fell to the whims of the Boss.
"Where have you been hiding these?" He asked continuing to knead his fingers into your breasts.
"I didn't know you would like them so much." You answered.
Only growling in response it was clear he was focused on the task at hand while he continued to play with your breasts. The soft flesh nearly bruising in his careless grasp, letting up only to feel them jiggle with a few aggressive thrusts.
"Wow you really like them." You pointed out in response to his incresingly feral state.
Hearing him pant and snarl like a wild animal behind you made you desperately want to see the source of those wild sounds, you wondered if his teeth were bared, if his eye was squeezed shut, if his hair was an absolute mess. The expected twinge of shame you felt when thinking of the Boss this way was long gone, replaced by sense of pride in the fact that you were the one putting him in this delirium. Tilting your head back you sighed, happily lost in the rhythmless melody of his body coliding with yours.
"Where do you want it?" He grunted, a building climax apparent in his voice.
"Everywh- I mean, anywhere." You mumbled.
After pulling out he turned you around once again, seeing how he was hurriedly pumping his cock you moved to replace his hand with your own. The image in front of you was nothing short of picturesque, Big Boss himself desperately rutting in your grasp; on it's own nearly enough to make you cum a second time. His deep groans as the first few drops started to flow from the tip of his cock were like a melody, soon to be accompanied by your own when his fingers found your dripping hole.
Throwing your head back you let the hot ropes of cum cover your bare stomach, the highest shots reaching your tits, chest heaving while at the same time his fingers thrusted rapidly into your core. Your body started to shake and contract once again, filling the night with unbelievably lewd sounds. Once both of you caught your breath you took a finger and swiped it across your abdomen, collecting as much cum as you could before licking it off. This earned a devilish smile from the Boss as he looked down in admiration at his handiwork while you put yourself back together.
"I need to get back to barracks before someone sees us." You said while pulling your jumpsuit up.
"No one's gonna see." He told you while redressing himself. "By the way, you're on night gaurd duty for this platform from now on."
"Oh." You replied, buttoning your top. "I hope it doesn't get too lonely out here."
"Don't worry, I'll see to it myself that you have some company." He promised letting the air fill with a tension that would have to be released the next time he came to visit your post.
"You're too kind, John." You replied.
"Getting used to saying that name?" He remarked.
"It's a nice name." You answered, earning a smile from him.
"Just don't forget to call me Boss during training, I know you have a hard time controlling what comes out of your mouth." You weren't sure if that was a flirty quip or an actual insult but either way it made you blush.
"I'll be extra careful, Boss." You cooed.
"Good girl." He responded. "Now get back to your post."
After going you separate ways you were overcome with a flood of hard to pinpoint emotions, though your body was more than satisfied and very sore, you felt a new longing for just a little more time with the Boss. For the rest of the night your mind reeled with questions of what this meant for you, how your relationship was going to change, if you would have to hide it from everyone. The only thing you absolutely knew for certain was that you were definitely looking forward to your next training session.
The Ghibli Studio movie “My neighbour Totoro” was released in 1988. Imagine Kaz and Venom watching it on a summer night and V loses it at the end. So f*cling cute.
it has been a HOT MINUTE since I wrote for MGS and I’ living for it!! also, thank you, I really want to pick up Bleed Well and finish it but I’m a whole clown :<
this may not be Super Angsty(TM) but I hope it scratches the itch. below the cut, tw for some drug references and medical junk that maybe falls under body horror. nothing major it’s implied.
It takes weeks for Kazuhira Miller to be released from Medical.
Each day, you pace the hall at least once, peering in when the doctors aren’t swarming his room. The swarm dies down to a modest trio, then to just one doctor a day. There’s only one person who beats you to his bedside but you aren’t scared of Snake; he seems distant, tamed by the whole ordeal, and he isn’t the man you recall from Ocelot’s drug-addled ramblings.
Kaz doesn’t smile for Snake the way he smiles for you. It’s weak, barely there, but you notice and that’s what matters.
“Crane,” he says softly. He can’t remember the prefix of your code name but he remembers your real name, whispering it when he thumbs over your dog tags. You haven’t heard it since he left.
“I’m here,” you tell him. “We have a lot of work to do.”
“I know.”
You wonder how much he can see. He knows your eyes are trained on his face, not what’s missing or the bandages or the IVs and stitches. He knows you sympathize instead of pity.
“Stay with me,” he murmurs.
You sleep beside him in the floor, tucked into a makeshift bedroll with your hand between the rails of the hospital bed.
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Your days are spent listening to Miller dictate orders while he struggles through physical therapy. You jot down numbers and action plans as he learns to walk again, tuning out his grunts of pain and diligently keeping his paperwork filed when he can’t spare the time or effort.
Some days, it’s a thankless job. It always has been. But this is different.
It’s only thankless because those days leave him exhausted. You feel him thank you in the way his hand closes around yours at night, and in the tone of his voice when he says your name.
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The day he’s released, you’re the one to hang his coat on his shoulders and return his sunglasses to their rightful place. Snake is gone, presumably out in the field, and you’re glad. The only chatter on base is between Ocelot and his acolytes. Kaz emerges to a mostly peaceful Mother Base that treats him as if he never left, which was all you could hope for knowing his mind is hanging by a fraying thread.
You walk him to his quarters as you have a million times before. You’re the only one besides Snake with the door code and you’ve kept his room clean, even in his absence. He knows.
“Why, Crane?” he asks, his fingers gliding over a gleaming typewriter on his desk. Freshly polished just yesterday.
“It’s what you pay me for, sir,” you answer.
“Don’t sir me.”
“Habit.”
“I know.”
He hesitates when he catches his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
“Help me fix this sleeve. It looks ridiculous,” he sighs. “Fold it or something.”
Carefully, you help him shrug out of his coat, folding his empty sleeve and pinning it shut. He watches as you mill about his room and hang it up, pacing the perimeter once to make sure everything’s the way you left it. He manages to sit on his cot but you know he’s thinking about something far too hard.
“I need a haircut,” he mumbles. “Why didn’t you tell me I look like shit?”
“Respectfully, I like your hair long. I've always been jealous of it."
"It's ragged."
"We all are, sir."
"Crane..."
"Sorry."
"I--... Will you help me shave?"
You nod and drag a chair into the cramped bathroom. He shrugs off your assistance and manages to settle without much effort, but you have to help him peel out of his shirt and kick his fatigues away. His wounds are mostly healed, the scars still pink, but you hate the way his crutches bruise him and the marks left behind by too-tight bandages.
He seems smaller. Withdrawn. And not just because of what he's missing; it's his spirit. Less the missing limbs, more the vibrancy and boldness of the Miller you loved for so long before. His cloudy blue eyes will never glitter the way they used to when it was just the two of you and the Caribbean breeze.
It's been a long time since you held the weight of a straight razor in your hands, but he never flinches, even when the cool blade hitches against his skin a little too hard. You think to yourself that you should have sharpened it while he was gone but the smell of his shaving cream is familiar and distracting.
"Crane?" he asks, waiting until you've paused to clean the razor.
"Yes?"
"What did you do while I was gone?"
You sigh, tilting his head to the side to continue. You keep your hand beneath his chin with a cautious touch.
"I waited," you answer. "And I searched. Every day. Every night. Listening to radios squawk and grid-searching maps. Some nights I slept in your bed just to get your scent back on my uniform. It made me feel like you were still alive that way, made me a little less hopeless."
"You looked for me?"
"Never stopped."
He takes a sharp breath, trying not to move as you glide the razor over his jaw slowly. You know he's biting back tears but you wouldn't dare point it out.
"Do you still want me? Like this?" he asks, his voice shaky.
"Of course."
"Crane--"
"Don't Crane me," you say, and it takes him several moments to realize your smile is sincere.
He whispers your name again, tentative, and you nod.
You take your time cleaning his face, tracing over his skin with your fingertips to check your handiwork. He still leans into your touch. It's automatic, the way he pushes his face into the palm of your hand, the way his lashes flutter when you swipe your thumb over the cupid's bow of his lips.
You lean down to kiss him and he melts between your fingers.
His lips are still soft and pliant against yours. He leans up to try and meet you halfway but you press him back into the chair gently, only parting from him to gauge his reaction. The flush on his cheeks tells you everything you need to know.
You're careful in the way you help him undress you, only assisting when you know he can't manage alone. His fingers are still practiced, familiar with your buttons and zippers as if he'd never been apart from you.
For a moment, when you're bare in front of him, he isn't sure what to do. He presses his face into the soft planes of your stomach and sighs, his hand searching for purchase on the curve of your back. His hair is silk against your skin, his aftershave as strong as you remember, and for the first time in a long, long time you feel peaceful.
You straddle him, wary of where you settle your hands. Part of you wonders if he even wants this but when you rock your hips into him he makes a little noise, his lips hunting for the hollow of your throat.
It takes a moment for his body to catch up. You're patient with him, exploring only where he feels safe, kissing him and praising him until the easy rocking of your weight in his lap has him straining for you through the thin fabric of his boxers. It's hard to manage your weight, both for the sake of the chair and for his comfort, but as soon as his length slides home and you bottom out atop him you remember why he's worth it.
A year ago, you would have ridden him into the ocean below. A selfish little twinge in the back of your mind laments that time, all the passionate tangles and hickeys and rambunctious romps that got you into so much trouble.
But this is different. Different and intimate in a way that maybe he needs. The motion of your hips is slight, slow grinding that works the sweetest noises from his lips. He's never been overly vocal and hearing his gasps and muffled cries makes you ache in a way that you've never felt.
He spills before he means to, peaking with a coarse groan as he hugs your body to his.
"I'm s-sorry," he breathes, hiccuping through aftershocks. "I--"
You shush him with a kiss, easing yourself back until you can slip your hand between your bodies.
"Just talk to me," you tell him. You work yourself while he's still buried in you, relishing the feeling while you can. "Tell me what you missed about me."
He whispers to you until you break on his lap, tight around his cock, and his laugh makes your body sing.
"Tongue still works," he says, and you can't deny him.
Consider him intrigued. He’s always had an eye for those that can take care of themselves, but he never really noticed until now. He’s seen you around before, but because of your silent nature, he didn’t think much of you. Super soldiers don’t fall in love….do they?
You two were paired up on a mission, and you didn’t say much and just followed orders. He figured that your shyness equated to weakness. Boy was he wrong. You knocked out an enemy with a few swift punches.
He definitely wants you to spar with him. He wants to make sure that you hone, and keep on top of your close quarters combat. Because of your natural quiet and shyness, he teaches you how to use that to your advantage; for stealth.
Has asked you to arm wrestle him a few times for fun. He likes watching you come out of your shell and laugh when he challenges you. He says he doesn’t care if he loses, but can’t help but pout if he does. That just makes you giggle even more!
He feels safe around you, knowing that if worst comes to worst you can defend and protect him. And that’s all he’s ever wanted. To know someone would willingly shield him from danger.
Hello!! I recently got into mgsv and I love your fics so much it’s like free therapy to me<3 Are you currently accepting requests? If so, can I get a readerxKaz where Kaz has unrequited feelings to the reader but they end up being together? (And yes NSFW please haha)
But it’s alright if you’re not open for requests, absolutely no pressure!!
Absolutely friend! It makes me so happy that someone out there wants some more metal gear fics!
Kaz is quickly becoming one of my favorite characters ever pretty much so the hardest thing about writing this was picking from the ideas I already had and choosing which ones to save for another fic. Hopefully when I get some more time on my hands I can write more of our Kazzy boi but for now I hope you'll enjoy this!
CW: SMUT, masturbation, accidental voyerism/exhibitionism, sex pollen, unintentional edging, fingering, begging, wall sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex
Kaz usually didn't have a problem with visiting the R&D unit, it was just another part of making sure the base was running smoothly, but ever since he recruited this new girl checking up on operations was getting increasingly difficult.
He stood at the door to the workshop and took a deep breath, his heart dropped knowing you was on the other side. Trying to clear his thoughts before he made a fool of himself in front of you again, his hands were shaking as he reached to open the door. When he stepped through he saw people were drawing up blueprints, putting together weapons, everything was business as usual at least as far as he could tell until his gaze steered toward the desk were you sat alone. Before he knew it he was making a beeline toward your workspace, it wasn’t until he got there that he realized he had no idea what to say to you.
It must have been more than his own discomfort making the room warm. There you sat with your fatigues folded down at the waist leaving your upper half in only a tank top, your exposed skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat. Completely unaware of his presence as you were engrossed in putting together some little device. Which he was glad for since he already lost track of how long he had been standing there staring at you.
"Uhhh, what's this?" He asked, not knowing how else to break the silence.
It was no secret that he was an effortless flirt when it came to literally anyone else, but his usual pick up lines and general amorous attitude didn't feel right to use on you. A little startled at the sudden realization of his presence you looked over at him, eyes wide making him freeze under your gaze.
"Oh, it's just a new design for the codec. We already improved the sound and the broadcasting range so I was just working on the fit, now you can hardly tell you have it on." You explained, extremely proud of your design.
If he was being honest he barely processed a word you said, all too engrossed in just the sound of your voice and the passion in your eyes while you showed him your project. His efforts were focused on keeping his gaze from dropping down to your cleavage.
"Do you want to try it on?" You asked, presenting the device to him and snapping him out of the trance you had him in.
"Yeah, I guess." He replied, leaning forward.
Kaz stiffened up at the touch of your fingers on his skin while you secured the codec around his neck, taking special care to hold his quickening breath and keep from shaking visibly. As if he wasn't feeling akward enough, he felt his pants get ever so slightly tighter, making him change his stance to make it slightly less noticeable.
"See? you'll barely feel a thing." You remarked, once you finished. "I have some other designs I've been working on if you want to see them."
Before he could agree you were already bending over to reach something in a bottom drawer of your desk, exposing the waistband of your brightly colored underwear as you continued searching. Kaz felt dirty looking at you like this even though he had seen more than his fair share of naked flesh in his day, and he was very thankful for the dark sunglasses that hid the direction of his line of sight. Despite what little conscience he had left screaming at him, he couldn't bring himself to look away, watching every little movement of your body as you rummaged through the drawer while the guilt made his heart pound and his face hot.
"Here, this is a new serum I was designing with the medical team for- Are you okay?" You inquired, turning to see his flustered state.
"I'm fine." He answered, perhaps too bluntly while tugging at his shirt collar.
"Are you sure? You must to be roasting in that coat." You continued, with more genuine concern then he believed a man like him deserved.
"Don't worry about it, just tell me more about this thing." He dismissed the subject before taking a seat on the edge of your desk.
Once again he had no idea what exactly you were talking about but he knew he could listen to you for hours. Most of the room was was filled with the scent of gunpowder and oiled metals but through the thick air Kaz could get the occasional whiff of a sweet musk that could only be coming from your perfume. That certainly wasn't helping the tent in his pants go down as he had to pull his overcoat tighter around his body in order to conceal it. The fabric practically suffocated him, but now he didn't have the option of taking it off, eventually he would need to leave before he gave himself heatstroke.
"This looks great, but I have some work I need to get back to." He excused himself, it wasn’t an entire lie but the urgency of the situation was exaggerated.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't mean to keep you this long, I must be talking your ear off." You apologized, the thought of disappointing you by sounding disinterested made him panic.
"It's no trouble, you could talk my ear off anytime." Kaz chimed, trying to remedy the situation.
"But not now, of course." You added.
"What?" He asked.
"You have work to do." You reminded him, with a smile.
"Right." He answered, resisting the urge to smack his forehead.
Waiting until after he was out of earshot to begin muttering to himself, Kaz decided it was better to just go straight to his quarters and sort himself out before he went back to work. Stomping down the halls on his way there, thinking of all the things he maybe should have said to you and all the ways he made himself look completely stupid.
At least he could be greatful that you were the only witness to his awkward antics, he couldn't imagine what he would be in for if Ocelot or Snake saw him like that.
It was almost like the scent of your perfume was following him all the way to his room, that sweet musk filling the air even as he closed the door behind him. Ripping off his coat and hat and tossing them across the room before ungracefully throwing himself onto the bed, it was no surprise to find that his little 'problem' hadn't gone away. He frowned looking down at the ever growing bulge in his pants, his stifled cock throbbing and begging to be released.
"Making me hard in the middle of the day like that." He grumbled, unbuckling his belt.
Sighing, he realized as frustrated as he was he couldn't even bring himself to be mad at you. All you did was exist and here he was acting like some horny teenager who couldn't control himself.
"You don't even know what you do to me." He whispered, biting the fingertips of his gloves to pull them off.
Those thoughts kept coming as he slipped his hand under the waistband of his boxers, you invaded every corner of his mind like some kind of virus. He couldn't imagine how you would react if you could see the pictures he crafted in his mind, you were too good for the filthy scenarios he put you in. Of course he respected you, you were an excellent engineer with a brilliant mind and one of the most genuinely good people he had ever met, so why couldn't he stop thinking of fucking you like you were anything less than that?
Your name left his lips like a prayer for forgiveness. There was no concern for volume anymore as he pulled out his hard length and stroked it with a firm grip.
He let his mind wander to a scene of him bending you over that desk of yours and telling you to keep talking about your little inventions while he pounded into you, making you explain every detail while you tried not to whimper and moan. Kaz let out a shuddering sigh, wondering how that sweet voice of yours would sound while you were on the brink of an orgasm.
"I bet you sound so fucking pretty, don't you?" He breathed out.
Having to slow the speed of his strokes in order to savor the thought, he let the image continue to dance in his mind. In a way, this was as close as he could be to you without becoming an absolute nervous wreck, so why not make it last as long as possible?
Remembering how your fingers felt on his skin for that brief time, he moved his hand to his neck, trying to mimic the way you had touched him. Accidentally brushing against a switch on the codec collar he forgot to return before leaving, the speaker made a small feedback noise and a gasp from a familiar voice cane from the other side.
Kaz made a mistake.
Not only did he forget he was wearing it but the damn thing was on the whole time he was touching himself, not to mention he had no idea what you heard or what channel he was on and who else might have heard. Tearing the device off and making sure it wasn't recording anymore, he had to keep himself from throwing it at the wall while he cursed at the tiny object in his hand.
A soft knock came from the other side of the door making Kaz nearly jump out of his skin. It could have only been a minute since he discovered the codec but it felt like hours, someone was probably here to confront him about his broadcast. Hurriedly stuffing his erection back into his pants he went to grab his crutch so he could answer whoever was on the other side. He wiped the sweat from his brow, fastened his belt and smoothed out his hair, trying to look as normal as possible before answering the door.
He was surprised further to see the very subject of his previous fantasies waiting outside, wearing an uneasy look similar to the one he usually wore around you. Before you could even speak he knew he had been caught, his body went stiff as held his breath waiting for you to say anything.
"So uhhh... I forgot to ask for the codec back." You explained, the tone of your voice confirming his fears.
Slowly and wordlessly he handed the device over to you, there was nothing he could say to make this situation any worse. Perhaps there was some comfort in that simple fact, but Kaz began to doubt that once you began to speak again.
"That's not all." You continued, sounding increasingly nervous. "I didn't notice it until you left, but some chemicals from that serum I was working on earlier spilled all over it, and you're probably feeling it's effects right now."
"What? What does the serum do?" He asked, accidentally poisoning himself would be the cherry on top of this shit sundae of a situation.
"You weren't paying attention? That makes sense now, I suppose." You answered bluntly. "It's an aphrodisiac."
"Why would you make that?" The crack in his voice was unexpected, the confusion getting the better of him.
"For interrogations and things like that." You explained, your body was visibly shaking as your breathing grew heavier. "It's only supposed to last a couple hours."
"Say, you're not feeling the same effects are you?" He asked, noticing how flustered you seemed to be.
"Well... maybe a little." You responded, your eyes could never quite meet his. "But not as bad as you, from what could hear."
"Right, how much trouble am I in?" He sighed, taking his glasses off and rubbing the bridge of his nose.
"Not much, you were on a private channel just for testing, but I heard everything." You replied, your face getting redder by the second. "That's the reason I came looking for you, part of it anyway."
"What is it?" He asked.
"I was thinking since this is kind of my fault, I could maybe help you out." You proposed, meeting his gaze and falling silent.
He had to think long and hard before responding, that look you gave him made the offer hard to refuse. "Are you sure about that? I don't want you to feel like you have to do anything for me."
"No, I want to." You replied, Kaz never thought he would hear those words from you. "Just tell me what you need."
The air between the two of you grew heavy, he could almost hear your hearts pounding. This wasn't an opportunity he would pass up, but he wouldn't simply take advantage of the situation.
"If you're sure about this." He chimed, before cupping your cheek in his hand and gently touching his lips to yours. "Let me show you."
As the kiss slowly deepened you set your hands against his chest, grasping at his uniform while he slid his tongue against your bottom lip. Pushing you up against the wall earned a small gasp from you, parting your mouth just enough to allow his tongue to explore inside. His hand dropped to your waist, tracing your curves before wrapping his arm around and pulling you tight against him. You lifted your hips, grinding over the bulge in his pants that was begging for any kind of attention, and would have to wait a little longer unfortunately.
Kaz groaned into your mouth before pulling away to get a look at your face, searching for any kind of doubt or remorse. It occurred to him as you stared back with a slightly awestruck gaze that this was the first time you had seen him without his glasses, he felt as if he was meeting you for the first time.
"Still sure about this? We can stop if you want to." He asked again,
"Keep going." You panted.
Kissing your lips one more time before dipping down below your chin, trailing lower as you moved your hair away to give him more access to your skin. He was absolutely drowning in your scent, trying to get a taste while he teased the spots that gained the most reaction from you with his tongue.
"You smell so sweet." He chided, grinning against your neck.
"It's the chemicals." you giggled.
Serum or not, Kaz couldn't keep his eyes or his mouth off of you. He pulled your jumpsuit off your shoulders inch by inch, kissing every newly revealed bit of your body like it was the only time he would have the chance, because as far as he knew that was likely the case. You looked so cute wiggling out of your clothes, struggling to get your boots out of your pant legs so you didn't have to part from him to take them off.
While he was giving your body the attention it deserved, you were working on uncovering his. Deftly undoing each button on his uniform and gently pulling off his tie. When your hands finally reached the last layer he shuddered at your fingers touching his bare skin, a feeling he wouldn't mind getting used to but for now was completely foreign. His body wasn't as toned as it was the last time someone touched him like this, the sense of pride he felt when a partners fingers explored perfectly firm abs was replaced with an anticipated of rejection.
"You still want this?" He asked.
"Of course." You assured him.
"You're positive?"
"Just fuck me already Kaz." You urged him, sounding as annoyed as you were desperate.
He didn't have to be told twice, pulling your panties to the side and sliding his fingers between your folds to test if you were wet enough. The sounds you made while he explored had him torn between fucking you now or just stuffing you with his fingers until you were screaming his name. It was easy to push one past your entrance given how soaked you were, you must have downplayed your own exposure to the serum.
"I'm not so convinced you're doing this all for me now." He teased, shoving his middle finger as deep inside of you as it could go.
"Please, I need it." You breathed out.
"Show me how much you need it." He ordered.
Without hesitation you put hand behind his head and shoved his mouth against yours, whining and panting helplessly into the kiss. The way you rocked against his hand showed him how impatient you were getting, it wasn’t long before you were palming the front of his pants, wordlessly begging for him to take things to the next level. He had to take extra care and control himself, being so sensitive from bringing himself to the edge right before being interrupted had every touch making him feel like he was about to cum from that alone. When you pulled his cock out it was already twitching and leaking in anticipation, Kaz could honestly say it was the hardest he'd ever been and it would still be a while before he could get the release he needed.
Gritting his teeth he let you give him a few quick pumps before guiding him inside, he hooked his hand under your thigh to lift your leg and spread you just a little wider. He felt like everything was moving in slow motion, the moment he was completely enveloped in your wet heat seemed to last hours. He would have to move slow, ignoring your desperate moans promting him to go faster so he could last longer.
Your body was so close to his, rocking, writhing, squeezeing, flexing. Any part of you that wasn't pressed together was mere inches away, every breath and moan was shared and your bodies moved in perfect unision. It was hard to think that only an hour ago this was could only have been a daydream. He never wanted this to end, your arms around his chest, your legs wrapped around his hips, and your teeth sinking into his shoulder as you tried and failed to stifle your moans. This was more than a drug, this was heaven, he finally found it.
A set of stomping footsteps came down the adjacent hall made Kaz reflexively put his hand over your mouth. A gaurd walked right past the corridor you both were in without even looking in your direction. The two of you stilled as he passed, sobered by the realization that you were out in the open and barely even dressed. As a Commander, Kaz couldn't help but be a little disgusted with the lack of awareness in his soldiers, but for now he was glad he wasn't literally caught with his pants down.
"Can we maybe do this on a bed?" You requested with a slurred voice while your eyes looked over at the bedroom door only a few feet away.
"Good idea." He replied.
He made a less than dignified noise when he pulled out and stuffed his cock haphazardly back into his boxers, there was no way he was going to be able to do that again but for now it was better than walking around with it out. The two of you made your way into his room half dressed and fully determined to continue what you started once Kaz made sure to lock the door behind you. The short distance from the hall to the door felt like miles and the distance from the door to the bed felt longer, luckily he had the sight of you dressed in nothing but a tank top and soaked panties to keep him occupied.
In a race to get undressed he waited for you to get on the bed, not expecting you to shove him on it first and climb on top of him. At first he was understandably taken aback but he discovered he liked this more aggressive side of you that he hadn't seen before. Seeing you completely naked for the first time made his cock twitch as you started to stroke it while straddling him. He couldn't wait any longer, his resolve was wearing thiner with every touch and he would prefer to make you cum before letting go himself.
"What's taking you so long?" Kaz blurted out without thinking.
"Give me a second, I haven't done this before." You answered, shifting your knees to the least awkward position.
"You what?" He almost shouted.
"No, I mean I haven't been on top before. Hang on a second." You clarified, much to his relief.
He sighed as you finally sunk down on him setting a steady pace that didn't last long. His hand settled on your hip, urging you to go faster and faster until the bed was creaking underneath you.
"How's that feel?" He asked, lifting hips to match your every move.
"It's... It's different like this." You whined, the series of dirty wet noises getting louder. "Mmh... I'm making such a mess."
Kaz laughed, he wanted to tease you but at this point he wasn't doing much better. "You're doing so good."
The way you were rolling your hips gave him the impression that you were now focused on chasing your own pleasure, he sharply thrusted up just to hear you gasp and then whisper a few feverish curses. He hadn't done this since he lost his dominant hand but he was determined to make it work as he reached between your thighs, rubbing in circles with his thumb until he found the tiny spot that made you cry out. Your nails raked into the skin on his abdomen, leaving light red stripes he hoped would never fade.
A sense of accomplishment overtook him when your thighs started to shake, letting him know he didn't have to hold back anymore. He lifted his hips into yours while you bounced rhythmlessly on his cock, throwing his head back as he reveled in the feeling completely. Your bodies twitched and flexed together much like before, the intensity growing as you both chased the mind numbing orgasm. Kaz panted and growled like an animal feeling hot spurts of his cum empty into your tight hole and then drip out onto his skin.
Continuing long after you both had finished, he could only guess that you stopped just because your legs didn't have the strength anymore. As you laid overtop of him you covered his neck and the underside of his chin in light kisses, he sat back too exhausted to question your overly amorous attitude. Wrapping his arm around your waist he pulled you down, wanting to feel the warmth of your skin on his for a little longer.
Unsure if this was genuine affection or some other symptom of the chemicals he dared to let himself believe that you meant every touch and kiss, returning them where he could reach to the point where it threatened to get him going again. Nuzzling against him like a kitten and acting like you hadn't touched another person in years, even when you rested your head on his chest you were still drawing shapes on his skin. Kaz wanted to say something, anything to address what had just happened but he feared he would spoil the blissful silence.
"If you're feeling any lingering side effects in the next couple days, I'd be happy to help you out again." You offered.
"Oh yeah? I think I might start feeling something this Friday night" He joked earning a soft laugh from you.
"You're funny, it's too bad we only got together because of an experiment gone wrong." You remarked.
"I think something would have happened eventually." Kaz replied, there was no harm in putting it all out there at this point.
"What do you mean?" You asked, it was hard to believe even now you had no idea.
"I mean you could have got me without the serum." He explained, looking down into your eyes. "You're sweet, smart, and not to mention gorgeous.
"Aww you have a crush on me!" You teased, booping your finger on his nose.
"Cut it out, you're making me blush." He laughed.
"I guess I shouldn't feel too bad about drugging you after all." You replied.
"Don't forget, there's still a couple side effects." He reminded you.
"Already?" You asked after looking down to discover he was ready for another round
"It's your experiment, I thought you would expect this." He answered.
"I think I'll have to run a few more tests." You teased, climbing back on top of him.
Headcanons for solid snake with a partner who has the personality of aoi asahina
He loves how bubbly and friendly you are, as when you first meet him, you’re able to get him to actually talk to you instead of answering with more than one word. You actually get him to come out of his shell, and he’s thankful to have someone he feels comfortable with.
However, if you have a penchant for junk food like she does, keep it out of this man’s sight. He has a secret sweet tooth and needs to be able to keep in shape for his missions. That isn’t going to stop you from offering them to him.
He also loves that you encourage him to get out of his comfort zone and do things. Normally when he isn’t working, he tends to sleep and laze around. Now with you by his side, you gently pester him into doing activities, which he always thanks you for later.
If you’re also into athletics like him, he may have you help him out with his exercises. When he wants to stop, you encourage him to keep going and do his best! (Within reason of course.) Then you treat him to a little snack afterwards.
