Big Boss had always been a somewhat unconventional alpha. Not in looks, but in personality. He possessed an alarming amount of charisma that was unlike most people you met. People followed him without question, because he was a well-beloved leader and seemed to care for those under him. He wasn't an alpha who postured or demanded respect. He simply gained in through minutes of conversation by those he met. He was also an unconventional alpha in a sense that he rarely took sexual or romantic interest in others or seemed to experience ruts like most alphas did. He never talked about sex or engaged in 'locker room' talk, more interested in the business and guns. Which is why is surprised most of the soldiers, yourself included, when he began to scent you.
It wasn't as if you would push him off, this was Big Boss, after all. This should be seen as the highest compliment from both your leader and someone you admired as a person. It started off simple enough, when reporting to him, he'd casually blow his cigar smoke in your face. You'd cough and shake a little, but he'd tell you to turn around and continue to puff it at your back and through your hair. It was hard to tell if this is just something he did with soldiers he particularly liked. You always reeked of his cigar smoke, and others took notice.
As time went on, blowing his cigar smoke wasn't enough for him. "Come here for a sec," he'd call you over. When standing in front of him, he gripped both your shoulders in his massive hands, and bent down and inhaled your scent from your neck and behind your ear. It was incredibly intimate to do this, most of the time this was only between potential mates to see if you smelled complimentary. Hot breath huffed on your neck, and then he rubbed his cheek and scratchy beard against your face. You just stood there in shock. This was something only lovers would really do. He was making sure you smelled like him. That everyone knew you were his. Others would get a whiff of you walking by and give you a wider berth than usual afterward. No one would dare to get close to someone he chose to scent so overtly.
This went by for months. Once a week, you were called into his office again to be re-scented. It became a ritual for the both of you. It was embarrassing, obviously, but soon enough your own pheromones became excited at the prospect of his caressing every week. He had stopped mid cheek rub once, inhaling deeper than you'd ever heard him, and let out the lowest growl.
"Why do you smell like someone else?"
Really? A hug from another solider a few days ago was enough to linger on you? He truly was like an animal.
Explaining it to him did nothing. As benign as the hug was, you saw the faintest glimpse of anger flash through his eye. After a beat, he'd continue his rubbing, then bend down closer to your throat. A few experimental licks across your scent gland had you gasping, and before you could collect yourself, he bit down deeply on your neck, breaking through skin and marking you. When he unlatched from your throat, he tilted his head to admire the his handiwork. Satisfied, he'd pat you and dismiss you like he always did, lighting up a new cigar.
If you thought people gave you room, it was even worse, now. Big Boss had marked you, not just scented you. A loud acclimation of 'This Is Mine'. Part of you couldn't help but feel honored at the little bits of attention he gave to you.
Experiencing your first heat after being claimed by him felt like being blanketed by something heavy and primal. There were special rooms that soldiers were kept in at base whenever their heat cycles hit them, but for you, you were kept in his room where he could watch over you. Not that you really minded, being in a room that was heavily laden by his musk comforted you on some deep, animalistic level.
The night would go on and he had left you during the deepest part of your heat. You'd huffed most of his pillows and dirty laundry, anything to get some sort of relief, your body craving the person who marked you. Hours went by until, finally, he would come in.
"You're a sight for sore eyes." His grin was unmistakable. Your whole body flushed, glistening with sweat, heavily panting with desperate need for him. He'd walk over and sit down on the bed with you, not touching you or giving you much attention. He'd wait until you were begging and pawing at him to give you any sort of relief before he'd even glance your way. This is how he had always wanted you. Crying out for him the way an alpha liked. Maybe he wasn't so unconventional.
He'd fill you up and knot you several times throughout the night. His knot was large, and you felt like you were going to be split open, but the satisfaction of feeling Big Boss and only him completely was enough to mitigate any sort of pain you felt. He bit down on the same marking again and again and again, until it was purple and broken, oozing out blood and saliva. You both were a sticky mess when you were done, still stuck together by his 3rd knot of the night. You were completely spent, unable to really move from how sore you were, but he seemed totally fine. A little bit of a grunt here and there, but he kept you close on his knot through the rest of the night. He shifted and rutted a few more times, chuckling at the pained whines that came from you. His large bicep curled around your throat and he laid behind you.
"Wish we coulda done this sooner. Was waiting until you wanted me to truly claim you." He'd bite your earlobe and continue down to nibble on your bruised neck. "How does it feel to be my favorite?"
TAGS: Gn reader, FLUFF!, I switch between their real names and code names, itty bitty angst in some if you squint, mention of taking a bath together in Liquids part n stuff like that, but no nsfw!
A/N: Some other mgs writers did something similar for vday, make sure to check theirs out too :D
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Solid Snake
Snake isn't too big on Valentines Day
He only enjoys it since he gets to spend some extra time with you
Dave might do something a bit special, like watching your favorite movie together on the couch
Both of you snuggled up next to eachother as the film plays
His dogs might even come to jump up to try and join you two
Unfortunately (or fortunately depending on how you look at it) he shoos them away
"I'll hang out with you guys another day" He gruffs
Honestly he just wanted to spend uninterrupted quality time with you
After the movie is finished, you two just cuddle up even more
Dave would the big spoon, atleast for that day
His arms wrapped around you, head right on your shoulder
Snake wishes he could stay like that forever
Otacon
He has mixed feelings on Valentines Day
Before he met you, all the vdays before were spent cooped up at home where he could escape
Either watching a comfort show or playing video games to cope with how lonely he felt
He didn't like to admit it, but he was jealous of other couples on the day
Ofc, when you two got together, everything was different
He started loving the day, using it as an excuse to spoil you with gifts
Otacon is a GIFT GIVERR, and gets you things specifically tailored to you
Depending on if you like them or not, he'd get a big lovey box of chocolates to share with you too
Hal would also make a card for you, since he feels he expresses himself better through writing than verbally
Expect a lot of adoration, compliments, recalls of sweet moments, etc on the card
And a bunch of "I love you"s, ofc <3
Big Boss
Similar to Solid, he isn't extremely big on the day either
He feels like it's just like any other day, and maybe even a bit overrated
Even so, BB will try his best to impress you on Valetines
He's simple with it, a bouquet of flowers, a box of sweets, and a dinner date at a fancy restaurant
Gets you a card aswell, since he isn't the best with his words
BB acts extra gentlemantly for Valetines
Holding doors open for you, pulling your chair out at the restaurant, etc
Pays for the entire meal too, afterall its not like he doesn't have the money for it
BB is actually a bit nervous the whole day
Was he doing too much? Too little?
He hopes you appreciate his gestures of love
You show you do by giving him a bunch of kisses on the cheek and lips throughout the day
He smiles sweetly each time you do
Knowing that you actually appreciated what he was doing, that was enough
Kazuhriza Miller
Since he's a lover boy, Kaz love love LOVESS Valentines Day
He doesn't care if you're busy that day, you WILL be spending time with him
He already planned the entire day for you two
First is a pinic at the park
He has a box of chocolates, some food, and drinks
Kaz cooked all the stuff beforehand, and he'd watch expectantly when you eat his food
He hoped you liked it
(You did... atleast SOME of the stuff you did)
Second, and for the rest of the day, is a beach date
He loves splashing in the waves with you
You might even take some pictures to memoralize the day
If you take a pic of Kaz, he'll say stuff like "Take a good shot of my muscles!"
Sometimes you liked to mess with him by brushing his leg underwater
"AHH! Something just brushed up against me!"
Poor Kaz got scared and thought it was some sort of fish or animal
When he hears your giggling next to him, he quickly realizes you were just pranking him
"You..." He furrows his eyebrows, before he starts laughing too "You're lucky I love you so much, ya know?"
Raiden
Secretly likes the day
He takes you out the house, going on walks with you around the area
You both use the time to explore and have long conversations with eachother
He isn't usually big on public affection, but if while walking you take his hand by surprise, he doesn't mind
He likes how your hand fits his, squeezing the flesh each time he feels nervous or excited
Every Valentines, Raiden likes taking you to the record store
Jack would pick out some bands and artists for you to listen to, you'd do the same
After you two are finished exploring, you both return home
Thats where Raiden surprises you with a mixtape he made JUST for Valetines
As you guys go about the rest of your day, the songs play in the background, filling in the silence of everyday life
Feeling bold, Raiden asks for a dance when a particular song comes on
You two dance the night away, moonlight shining through the windows
When it's finished, Raiden just holds you there, afraid to let go
"Please, never leave me..." He softly confesses, face nuzzled up against your neck
In response, you squeeze him tightly
He's lost enough, he can't bear to loose you too
Revolver Ocelot
Neutral about the day, he sees it as nothing special
If you like it though, then he does too
MGS3 era Ocelot will probably go overboard to impress you
Post-MGS3, he still tries to impress you, but with more meaningful gestures, rather than grandiose
Quality over quantity if you will
You want to go to a specific restaurant or place for Valetines? He'll do just that
Want to have a huge container of sweets that you could eat for weeks and not be finished? He'll get that for you
Since he's a big acts of service guy, he'll try to alleviate some of the everyday tasks you have to do
Hell, he'd even ask you to take the day off from work
"I don't want you overworking yourself. You deserve a break every once in awhile."
With the day off, he cooks all the meals, takes care of cleaning, any other domestic tasks that need to be done
Really, he just wants to take care of you as much as he can
You deserve it, after all
Liquid Snake
Eli likes Valetines since he gets to shower you with EXTRA affection, and you can't say a damn thing about it
Expect flowers of all kind, some deserts, and a lot of praise
Liquid wouldn't be the type to take you out anywhere, instead spending time with you in other ways
Like binging a tv show, or movie series
Letting you make a flower crown out of the ones he gifted you
Even something like taking a bath together
Yes, Eli WOULD do extra things like having scented candles while you bathe
Or placing some flowers in the tub
It's one of his favorite things to do with you, since he sees you in such relaxed state thats uncommon for you to show
His favorite part of it is when you wash his hair
The way you massage the soap and water into his scalp, soothes him to no end
It takes the stress away from his typically agitating life
Afterwards, he takes a towel and dries you both up
Not bothering to change, you both climb into bed and cuddle
He enjoys the warmth of you body next to his, and listening to your faint heartbeat
When he sees you're fully asleep, he murmurs a soft, "Love you, dear. Sleep well. Happy Valetines Day." Holding you closer in the process
Characters: Big Boss (Venom Snake), Kazuhira Miller, Ocelot (MGSV).
You can read PART 1 here
Take a look at MGS Headcanons Masterlist
Big Boss (Venom Snake):
This version of Big Boss doesn’t just want you… he claims you as his own, and he has no intention of letting you go, neither alive nor free, if losing you is the price.
—Your freedom will never be more important than my peace.
He controls you, though it never looks that way. He doesn’t forbid you from leaving, but somehow, no one allows you to leave the base without his approval. He doesn’t watch you openly either, yet the men who get too close to you start disappearing one by one: transfers, overly long missions, accidents… In his mind, the end seems to justify the means.
Never forget, this man burned entire nations in the name of his vision. Imagine what he’d do for someone he considers his “property.” He might even lock you inside Mother Base if he suspected you were planning to leave, justifying it as “a security threat”.
—I’m not trying to hurt you… I’m trying to protect you from yourself —he says, his hand gripping your neck.
Big Boss, Naked Snake, Venom Snake… He no longer remembers who he really is. He keeps fragments: names, faces, past loves like EVA; scattered memories, echoes. But he can’t feel them. And that emptiness makes him obsessive, searching in you for something real that validates his existence.
—Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and I don’t recognize myself… But what I do know for sure is that I need you. I don’t know why, I can’t remember, but when you’re near me, I can… feel —he confesses with genuine tenderness.
You reach out and brush your fingers against his. He closes his eyes and, for a moment, he is neither monster nor hero. He is simply a small man.
❗Spanish ver.
Esta versión de Big Boss no solo te quiere… te reclama como suya, y no piensa dejarte escapar, ni viva ni libre, si eso significa perderte.
—Tu libertad nunca será más importante que mi paz.
Te controla, pero sin parecerlo. No te dice que no puedas salir, pero, curiosamente, nadie te deja abandonar la base sin su aprobación. Tampoco te vigila abiertamente, pero los hombres que se te acercan empiezan a desaparecer poco a poco: traslados, misiones demasiado largas, accidentes… En su mente, el fin parece justificar los medios.
No hay que olvidar que este hombre quemó naciones enteras en nombre de su visión. Imagina lo que haría por alguien que considera de su “propiedad”. Podría incluso llegar a encerrarte en la Mother Base si sospechara que planeas irte, justificándolo como “una amenaza a la seguridad”.
—No estoy tratando de hacerte daño… Estoy intentando protegerte de ti misma —dice agarrándote por el cuello.
Big Boss, Naked Snake, Venom Snake… No recuerda quién es realmente. Conserva fragmentos: nombres, caras, amores pasados como EVA; recuerdos sueltos, ecos. Pero no puede sentirlos. Y esa carencia lo vuelve obsesivo, buscando en ti algo real que valide su existencia.
—A veces me despierto en mitad de la noche y no me reconozco… Pero lo que sí sé con certeza es que te necesito. No sé por qué, no logro recordarlo, pero cuando estás cerca de mí, puedo… sentir —te confiesa con genuina ternura.
Te acercas y rozas sus dedos con los tuyos. Él cierra los ojos y, por un segundo, no es ni monstruo ni héroe. Solo es un hombre pequeño.
Kazuhira Miller:
This Kazuhira Miller is no longer the combat instructor you once knew in Costa Rica. He’s a cynical man, shattered by betrayal and loss; a soldier who, in a desperate attempt to rebuild his life, chooses to redirect all his obsession toward you. You become his refuge, his anesthetic, his excuse to keep breathing.
But the love he feels for you is tainted by fear, fear of losing everything again: “You’re leaving? I understand… not everyone is built to take care of someone broken. Sometimes I wonder if it would’ve been better to die in Afghanistan at Cipher’s hands”, he manipulates.
He lives in a constant swing between lucidity and delirium. He believes that if he can hold on to you, if he can keep you by his side, maybe the past can return. For that, he doesn’t hesitate to lie about his true physical and mental condition, feigning a relapse or even hurting himself just to make you feel guilty enough to come back to him.
—Do you know what it’s like to lose everything? My men, my body, my purpose… and now, you —he says angrily.
Now dark and brooding, he’s capable of using the loss of his limbs as a tool to awaken your pity: “Do you know what I’d give to walk toward you without this damn crutch? But here I am… dragging myself for you”.
Don’t expect the cheerful, hopeful comrade from the past. Miller is a ghost of war, a specter. He doesn’t seek love, he seeks proof that he can still be indispensable, even if it means breaking you in the process.
❗Spanish ver.
Este Kazuhira Miller ya no es el instructor de combate que conociste en Costa Rica. Es un hombre cínico, destrozado por la traición y la pérdida; un soldado que, en un intento desesperado por reencauzar su vida, decide redirigir toda su obsesión hacia ti. Te conviertes en su refugio, su anestesia, su excusa para seguir respirando. Pero ese amor que siente por ti está contaminado por el miedo a volver a perderlo todo: “¿Te vas? Entiendo… no todos están hechos para cuidar de alguien roto. A veces me pregunto si habría sido mejor morir en Afganistán a manos de Cipher”, te manipula.
Vive en un constante vaivén entre la lucidez y el delirio. Cree que, si se aferra a ti, si logra mantenerte a su lado, tal vez el pasado pueda regresar. Por ello, no duda en mentirte sobre su verdadero estado físico y mental, fingiendo una recaída o, incluso, llegando a hacerse daño para hacerte sentir culpable y que vuelvas junto a él.
—¿Sabes lo que se siente al perderlo todo? A mis hombres, mi cuerpo, mi propósito… y ahora, tú —te dice enfadado.
Ahora, sombrío y taciturno, es capaz de usar la pérdida de sus miembros como herramienta para despertar tu compasión: “¿Sabes lo que daría por poder caminar hacia ti sin esta maldita muleta? Pero aquí estoy… arrastrándome por ti”.
No esperes al camarada extrovertido y lleno de esperanza de antaño. Miller es un espectro de guerra, un fantasma. No busca amor: busca la constatación de que aún puede ser indispensable, aunque para conseguirla tenga que romperte a ti también.
Ocelot:
He doesn’t beg, he doesn’t lose his composure: Ocelot breaks you with that crooked smile, his elegant gestures, and his calm, measured tone. He’s an expert at destroying you… without ever laying a hand on you, if he so wishes. He would never admit his obsession with your body, with your mind. He controls you through fear, doubt, and isolation. In his game, love and psychological control are intrinsically linked. He needs to know where you are at all times, because you are his hostage.
—It’s for your own safety —he says, as you lie numbed on a Mother Base medical table while he implants a tracker beneath your skin without your consent.
If anyone dares to get too close, his smile sharpens. He doesn’t threaten. But something in him shifts when he believes other thoughts (other men) might be "contaminating" you. And if he deems it necessary, he won’t hesitate to "reeducate" you through mind conditioning. Because Ocelot doesn’t love the way others do: his love is methodical. He doesn’t kiss you, he decodes you. He doesn’t embrace you, he delves into your psyche.
If you try to escape, he smiles; as if he had anticipated every one of your moves.
—I understand. We all need a little space.
But the next time you wake up, you’re already back on base under observation. You don’t remember how you got there. Maybe you never left.
Ocelot doesn’t need to shout his desire for control over you, he infiltrates it, programs it, makes it inevitable. Deep down, you know you’re trapped in his invisible web. And the worst part is… a small part of you feels safe there.
❗Spanish ver.
No suplica, no pierde la compostura: Ocelot te doblega y te quiebra con esa sonrisa ladeada, sus gestos elegantes y su tono suave. Es experto en destruirte… sin tocarte, si así lo quiere. Jamás admitirá su obsesión por tu cuerpo, por tu mente. Te controla a través del miedo, la duda y el aislamiento. En su juego, el amor y el control mental van intrínsecamente de la mano. Necesita saber dónde estás en todo momento porque eres su rehén.
—Es por tu seguridad —te dice, anestesiada en una camilla de la Mother Base para implantarte un rastreador bajo tu piel sin tu consentimiento.
Si alguien se atreve a acercarse demasiado, su sonrisa se vuelve más afilada. No amenaza. Pero algo cambia en él cuando cree que otros pensamientos (otros hombres) puedan estar "contaminándote". Y, si lo ve necesario, no dudará en "reeducarte" a través del lavado cerebral. Porque él no te ama como los demás: su amor es metódico. No te besa, te decodifica. No te abraza, profundiza en tu psique.
Si intentas huir, sonríe; como si hubiera previsto cada uno de tus pasos.
—Te entiendo. Todos necesitamos un poco de espacio.
Pero en cuanto despiertas, ya estás de vuelta en la base bajo observación. No recuerdas cómo volviste. Tal vez nunca te fuiste. Ocelot no necesita gritarte su deseo por ti: lo infiltra, lo programa y lo hace inevitable. En lo más profundo de tu ser, sabes que estás atrapada en su red invisible. Y lo peor es que una parte de ti… se siente segura ahí.
Evil Ploycule being overprotective dads is so funny to me. Especially if their darling is an extremely rebellious or energetic teenager that may not even be trying to defy them but simply doesn’t understand that doing some of the things they do is harmful to them and that they are defying them.
Platonic yandere evil polycule freaking out as their darling ages. Their darling is growing up so fast! One day they'll want to leave MotherBase. One day they'll want to leave their family and possibly end up dead! Even with training, nothing compares to the real thing. Who knows what kinds of monsters are lurking in the shadows, waiting to snatch up and exploit the evil polycule's weakness?
Not to mention you may end up wanting to get into romance. You already try to befriend the other child soldiers. What if you fall for one of them? What if one of them gets too friendly with you? What if―oh, this is their worst nightmare―you want to date Eli!?
All of these anxious thoughts simmer in their minds, burning away their sense and years of strategic training.
Eli is banned from being around you. Quiet will materialize and carry Eli off, kicking and screaming. If you try to interact with him then an overprotective father will block you. They can never give you a concrete reason. They just say he's a bad influence.
Let's hope you two don't connect, because by the law of magnetism, opposites attract.
They find your attempts at self-discovery to be rebellion. What do you mean you don't want to wear your uniform? It was created specially for you! Who has been putting these ideas in your head? Don't you love them? Don't you respect them? Aren't you their child?
No, the rules don't adjust as you age! They were created this way for a specific reason. Adjustments do need to be made sometimes. This is not one of those times. Just listen.
That's the problem. Darling is a teenager in a military setting. There are differences that are antithetical to childhood development. John can't raise a child in a good, non-military way. Venom doesn't know anything other than war. Ocelot did not have a stable childhood. Kaz also... did not.
This is new territory for them. They need guidance that they don't have. They're incredibly scared to fail you. It would be like failing the adolescent version of themselves that they were unable to protect.
I'm a venom snake gachikoi -- DNI if that makes you uncomfortable 🤍
Ignoring the events of outer heaven on purpose!
° moved into a cabin with dd and user ,, somewhere near Kaz to help with Catherine.
° Likes to garden, the harvesting reminds him of his time in Afghanistan collecting plants for mother base.
° Loves to cook for user while they sleep in,, he doesn't ever get fully use to the domestic life so he likes to make sure user can experience it fully
° cleans and helps around the house as often as he can. He's a bored veteran with nothing else to do, so why not?
° barely puts a full outfit on. Always walking around the house in either just a shirt and boxers or just pants. Id imagine he naturally runs warm so even in the cold weather he still can't handle it. Only fully dresses up when he goes to Kaz or out to hunt
° very cuddly and clingy. He doesn't know when or if he'll lose user,, occasionally will have moments of freaking himself out over his own hallucinations and getting scared that user isn't real / alive
° user can barely do a task by themselves,, V always wants to help so that user doesn't have to feel as if they are doing all the work around the house
° when V isn't doing tasks or cooking, he's napping with dd on the couch or sitting outside smoking
⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕝𝕠𝕥 ≫ There really isn't any, just some horny hours daddy snake
⋆ ࣪. 𝔸/ℕ ≫ This man, this man is just too much 😭
⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 600
"That's it, just like- mmph that"
His loving voice wasn't the only thing filling you up certainly.
Strong, calloused hands kept your legs by your thighs securedly against him as he kept you in a tight matting press. The underside of your knees kissing his elbows as you slowly lost your sanity bellow him.
Everyone would've guessed that the Boss liked it rough
"So deep!"
Glossy eyes parting to look at him he saw your gorgerous smile again, feeling himself tense inside you at such direct words.
However, they would've never have guessed that he would snap that easily too.
The feeling of your ankles caging him in a prision of lust, love and sweet desesperation. Your angelic voice ringing through his ears as your nails traced, not so soft, painful patterns on his back it was-
"Want it- ngh... inside, please"
-enough reason for the switch inside his head to be pulled down.
Roughly
"Huh? Inside? Want me... to-"
Pushing himself deeper if it was even posible, tip kissing your cervix when he wasn't even the whole way in.
you were screaming.
"... fill you up baby? Hah- Is that it?"
Nodding your head as your mouth was too busy shaping his name over and over again.
"My good girl, such dirty-... desires"
He was as troubled as you in terms of speaking, panting like he was in heat, gripping you like he would grip one of his dozen guns.
"Then I'll- I'll give it to you"
Cheeks burning like crazy, hands gripping his back you couldn't even feel the pain of your legs anymore thanks to the diabolic position he had you folded in. And you could feel how affected he was too, pulsing, twitching the more he lost himself inside your walls.
"Such a dirty, dirty girl"
Damn, being called "Boss" really changed the way words formed inside his brain before rolling them into your ear as if they were warm honey.
He stopped, he fucking stopped.
"Wha-"
Thumbs squishing your cheeks you suddenly noticed the coldness of the room, opening your teary eyes to see him sitting with your ankles by his ears as he grabbed your woobly legs.
"Why did yo-"
"Shh sweetheart, if I'm going to cum inside, I want it to last"
Regaining your breath it was as if a sudden wave of reality hit you,
Like a train.
Legs disgustingly sore, walls throbbing around him, sweaty skin, that painful sensation in between your legs as he took away your sweet relief and him slowly pulling out.
"You look so damn- pretty like this"
Pausing as he shoved himself back inside, grinning wickedly at your gasp, pulling away the hand that forced you to look at him to grasp your thighs as you squirmed around.
"Don't run from it- hmm, gonna fill you up so good princess"
You could only cry out for more, tears streaming down your puffy cheeks from the stimulation, moving up and down, down and up. Feeling holes dig into your skin you knew he had his gaze locked in you, enjoying the way you were going mad bellow him.
"Cumming, god princess- 'm gonna cum so hard"
You didn't even know how much time had passed since you had climaxed, mind going blank as you finally felt hot ropes enveloping you, for the first time.
. . .
"You are absolutely begging for another round, sweetie"
Scrunching your nose at the humid ambience you found yourself facing what seemed like a starved man looking in between your open legs, as if he was watching a reinaissance painting.
hey diva… love your work you’re doing for the james sunderland girlies… we are a rare breed and im loving our representation. also saw you are looking to write for mgs and let me say… i am SO EXCITED RAAAA. would love to see some solid snake x reader during mgs2 smut 🙏 there is so much potential for angst with the whole double identity/fake dying and you slay the hell out of that.
anyway… thank you queen for your service ❤️
★ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 . . . 3.6k
★ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 . . . request , complete. SOLID SNAKE ( DAVID ) X F!READER !! 18+ SMUT MDNI !!
★ 𝐂𝐖 . . . death . grieving/trying to move on . they are kind of mean to each other ? rough/angry sex . slapping p_rn with a little plot !
★ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . omg diva :') i love you for this but i think i need to be sedated. this takes place after he fakes his death but before he helps raiden, if the context even matters ? idk don't ask me about mgs lore i'll start crying lmao
There was always a car parked outside your window, an unremarkable presence that somehow offered comfort—a silent sentinel ensuring your safety. Day after day, it lingered, a fixture of your life, almost as though it were watching over you in his stead. But today, for the first time, someone stepped out. You watched as a man exited the car, hesitated in the driveway, then straightened his coat and approached your porch.
A gentle knock echoed through the stillness, and with dread weighing down each step, you opened the door. The man before you was plain, almost forgettable. He wore a hat that cast shadows over his face, his gaze obscured behind thick glasses he adjusted with shaking fingers. He couldn’t look at you, eyes darting to the floor, as though seeking a way to soften the blow he was about to deliver. But you already knew. You could feel it—a familiar, creeping cold that began in your chest and spread like ice through your limbs.
“Ma’am, I'm sorry but...your fiancé is dead.”
The words were soft, like a whisper from another world, but they hit with brutal force, each syllable closing in around you like a vice. His words crashed against you, and in the hollow silence that followed, all you could hear was David’s voice echoing in your mind. How many times had he warned you, tried to push you away, his face grim and serious, telling you that loving him would come with risks you couldn’t yet fathom? You’d heard him, but you’d never truly listened. You’d been so sure that this wasn’t something you’d ever have to face—that the risk was part of who he was, not of who you were. He had been so insistent, as though trying to prepare you, in his own way, for the life that followed in his shadow.
You thought you could bear the long silences, the days and nights spent wondering where he was and whether he’d make it back to you in one piece. You thought the sacrifices were worth it, believing love could shield you from the reality of his work. But standing here now, with the weight of those words still settling over you, you finally understood the depth of the danger you’d dismissed, the gravity he’d tried so hard to make you see.
The world outside dulled into a low hum, and inside, the air thickened, pressing in from all sides. Your knees trembled as the walls seemed to close in around you. But before you could collapse, the man’s hands reached out to steady you, grounding you just enough to keep you on your feet.
"He was a hero."
Of course he was.
Time moved on around you, indifferent to the hollow ache in your chest. The seasons changed, the leaves turning, falling, and growing back again, but you hadn’t let him go. His side of the bed was always untouched, pillows fluffed and blankets smoothed, as though he’d walk in any moment, casting off his jacket and boots, filling the space with his warmth.
His clothes remained in the closet, his razor and toothbrush undisturbed in the bathroom. To you, it felt as if the world might have forgotten him, but you couldn’t, and even though your mother insisted it was time, you couldn’t bring yourself to remove your ring. To you, he was still yours, no matter what anyone else believed.
Eventually, at your mother’s urging and your friends’ encouragement, you tried to pick up the pieces. It wasn’t easy, but little by little, you let yourself imagine a future—one that didn’t hurt as much as the memories you held onto.
Tonight, after months of emptiness, you had finally agreed to a date. He was nice, polite, everything you might’ve wanted if you’d met him in another life, under different circumstances. And even though you’d forced yourself to smile and engage, trying to find a spark of something, your heart was still somewhere else, tangled up with someone who wasn’t coming back.
As he walked you to your porch, your date paused, his gaze lingering a bit too long, that expectant look in his eyes clear as he offered to stay the night. You hesitated, your hand on the doorknob, and smiled apologetically, murmuring a gentle, “Not tonight.” You leaned in to kiss him softly, hoping he’d take it for what it was—a polite goodnight and nothing more. He accepted it, albeit with a disappointed smile, and waved as he headed back down the steps.
Part of you wished he didn't. You couldn't help but to feel guilty, but it'd been so long since you felt the touch of another man. The sensation of feeling ravished, relentlessly. "I'm acting like a bitch in a heat." You muttered to yourself as you unlocked the door and stepped inside. The familiar quiet settling around you, a calm you hadn’t been able to recreate with anyone else. But then you froze, feeling a presence in the room.
There, sitting at the edge of the couch, looking like he’d just walked out of one of your dreams—or nightmares—was David. He watched you, a small, almost sheepish smile playing on his lips, and your heart slammed into your ribs. He looked tired, his clothes worn, his hair a bit longer than usual. And he was unmistakably, undeniably alive.
He raised an eyebrow, his expression hovering somewhere between amused and wounded. “So… nice date?”
As you stared, struggling to process the sight of him sitting there like a ghost brought to life, David’s hand shifted, revealing something small and gleaming between his fingers. Your engagement ring. The one you’d left tucked in a drawer after trying to let him go. He turned it idly in his hand, the light catching on the band as he ran his thumb over the smooth metal, almost absently. It was like he was testing the weight of it, feeling its significance without quite understanding it.
It was odd seeing David have such an attachment to it. He never wore his own, swore it was for your safety. Nobody could know that The Solid Snake had a tether to the earth, they'd kill you for it. It never bothered you much, especially after his assumed death you dramatically convinced yourself that, perhaps, your own death would've been kinder.
He shrugged, a small, almost cocky smile playing on his lips, and he held the ring up with a casual flick. “Didn’t expect to see you… moving on so fast.” He tried for humor, his tone light, almost teasing. “Guess I can’t blame you for needing a warm body around. You must’ve missed me.”
Seeing him holding that ring, the very symbol of the life and love you’d mourned, felt like a slap in itself. You took a shaky breath, heart pounding as the reality of it—the casualness, the nerve—sank in. Your shock turned to anger, and you clenched your fists at your sides.
Noticing your demeanor, David stepped closer. He reached out his hand and the anger that had been simmering finally erupted. Before he could touch you, your hand shot out, slapping him hard across the face. The sound echoed through the room, the sharpness of it as raw as the pain he’d left you with. His head snapped to the side, and he froze, his cheek reddening where you’d struck him.
You took a shaky breath, every part of you shaking with the tension you’d held back for so long. “Do you think this is a fucking joke?”
His smile faltered, his expression shifting as he took in the fury in your eyes. “I… Look, it was part of the mission,” he said, a hint of guilt creeping into his tone. “I thought it’d be easier if—”
“If you let me think you were dead?” you cut him off, voice rising. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through? What it’s like to believe I lost you for good?”
David’s face fell, the weight of your words finally settling in. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I thought you’d… be okay.”
You shook your head, tears stinging your eyes as everything poured out. “Do you know what it’s been like, David? Trying to live without you? I thought I’d lost you forever. I went on a date tonight because I thought I had to let you go!” Your voice cracked. “And now you’re just… sitting here, like it’s nothing?”
For a moment, he was silent, his expression growing somber. Then, quietly, he reached out a hand to you, regret darkening his gaze. “I didn’t understand how much it would hurt you, baby. I was wrong. And I’m sorry.”
“Fuck you,” you whispered, barely holding yourself together. “You left me to grieve you. To go through all of that alone. And now you’re just here, acting like it’s no big deal?”
David lowered his head, his voice barely audible. “I’m sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing, but… I see now how wrong I was.”
The anger ebbed, replaced by the pain of everything you’d carried alone, and you couldn’t stop yourself from stepping closer, needing to feel him, to know he was real. His hand reached up to cradle your cheek, and he pulled you into his arms, his voice thick with regret as he murmured, “I’m here now. For good. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you, if you’ll let me.”
You wanted to stay mad, to push him away—but you couldn’t. His arms around you, his warmth and heartbeat steady against yours, brought a sense of calm you hadn’t felt in so long. For now, you let yourself sink into him, allowing the anger and grief to fade, if only for a moment.
You're such a fool for him.
David kissed the corner of your lip. His hands find their place on your hips. His warmth envelops you, steady and familiar, as if he could melt all the time and distance that had separated you.
His lips capture yours completely, a slow, lingering kiss that feels like a claim, pulling you deeper into the moment, grounding you in his touch.
He pulls back just enough to brush his nose against yours, a faint, teasing smile curving his lips. “You had wine?”
You shiver, his breath warm against your cheek, the scent of him intoxicating. “A little,” you admit, barely a whisper.
“Expensive?” he murmurs, his fingers tracing a gentle line along your jaw, sparking tingles that send a thrill through you.
You nod, biting your lip. “Yeah. He went all out for me.”
David lets out a low, amused chuckle, his hand slipping to the small of your back, pulling you closer. “God… and you didn’t even put out?”
You can feel his heart beating against yours, the intensity in his gaze holding you captive. “Because,” you say softly, voice catching as you press your forehead to his, “I missed you.”
“Tell me what you missed most,” he murmurs, his voice a low, teasing drawl as his fingers brush along your waist, his touch both familiar and electrifying.
You open your mouth to answer, the words on the tip of your tongue. “Your coc—” But you catch yourself, cheeks warming as you meet his gaze.
A flicker of amusement dances in his eyes as he leans in, his breath warm against your ear. “Go on…”
You let out a frustrated sigh, trying to steady yourself, to hold onto even a sliver of your anger. “I’m supposed to be mad at you, asshole.”
David chuckles, his thumb grazing your cheek. “I know,” he whispers, his voice soft but unrepentant. “But tell me anyway.”
His lips press against yours once more, filled with urgency and longing. David's strong arms lift you effortlessly and your fingers instinctively wrap around his neck, seeking comfort and security. It feels like a fairy tale as he leads you to the bedroom that was once shared between you both.
With care, he sets you down on the soft mattress, and your hands trace the contours of his back, cherishing every touch as if trying to imprint it in your memory. You have to remind yourself that this is real, that he is here with you now. The scent of his cologne fills the room and adds to the atmosphere of passion and longing, it’d been too long.
His lips press hard against your neck, leaving a trail of fiery kisses that ignite your skin. You can feel the familiar heat radiating off of him and it's almost impossible to resist. "Tell me what you missed," he demands again, his voice dripping with eagerness. He needs to hear it, to know that he still has this hold on you.
You furrow your brows, trying to maintain some semblance of anger as his hands roam freely over your body, disregarding any barriers. But when he whispers in your ear, all thoughts of resistance disappear.
"I missed your cock," you confess brazenly, feeling a rush of arousal at the thought of him buried inside you.
David responds by thrusting his hips against your clothed slit, causing you both to moan in unison. He leans back slightly and groans into your mouth, unable to contain his pleasure at hearing your admission. You reach for his hand and bring it to your face, hungrily licking and nipping at his fingers before taking them into your mouth.
"Did you miss me?" you ask seductively, locking eyes with him. "Did you spend countless nights jerking off thinking of me?" With a devilish grin, you dart your tongue out and trace it along his palm and between his fingers before sucking two of them into your mouth. A fire ignited in you both, parting for air you taunted, “David, you came in this hand didn’t you?” Your saliva is coated between his fingers, “and you wished it was inside my cunt.”
You glare up at him, daring him to say something, to try to justify what he’s put you through. He’d never seen you so forward, he found enjoyment in being the dominant one. His libido getting the better of him, he blamed it on being a man. David doesn’t speak. Instead, he leans down, his lips brushing against yours in a rough, demanding kiss.
"What about you?" He growls, his grip tightening on your hips as he thrusts into you relentlessly.
"Did you finger fuck yourself?" He sneers, each thrust hitting deeper and harder. "With the showerhead? Or did you buy a fake cock to fuck?"
His hands wrap around your throat, choking off your breath. "Why didn't you fuck him?" He demands, his voice dripping with jealousy and possessiveness.
"Your date, or anyone else. Did you know deep down that no one else could stretch your cunt like I can?" His words are filled with rage mixed with betrayal, fueling his rough movements as he claims you.
You can’t let him make you come like this. Clothed, like a bitch in a fucking heat. The second you feel his body shudder above yours, you take advantage of his weakened state. With all your might, you push forward to sit upright. The shift in position, the sudden display of power causes David's eyes to widen.
"On your back, Snake." It isn't a request, it's a demand. And like the loyal dog he is, he quietly obeyed.
Straddling his hips, David's erection is pressed firmly against your core. The dry humping session leaving both of you soaked. You're fine like this. It isn't ideal but, you can easily come with the sensation of his cock against your clit and then leave them him there to fend for himself. But for David? He bit his lip to stifle a whimper. He desperately craved for his release.
"How dare you?" You ask, voice still frayed with anger. With an open palm, you slap him again. A silence washed over you both, David grasped your wrist and kisses the same palm you slapped him with. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled into your hand.
Snatching your hand back, you dismount from his lap to kneel on the bed. Unhooking the straps of your dress revealing your bra, you taunt him. “Maybe I should just leave you here and head out for a real man.” You could feel his cock twitch. The clasp of your bra is now undone and you present him your hardened buds. “For a man who won’t lie to me.”
“No! Baby please.” David begged, “I’m sorry—” he repeated. He straightened his posture, sitting up right to face you. Defeated and pathetically aroused, he exhaled another apology. "Let me make it up to you." His voice was desperate, his cock harder than ever. "I can't take it anymore." He pleaded, gripping his dick in a show of desperation. "I need you so fucking bad."
Impulsively, you press your lips to his in a heated kiss. "Don't make love to me," you command breathlessly, "fuck me." You kiss him again, this time softer, before lifting your dress over your head and tossing it aside without a care. David follows suit, undressing himself in a swift motion. The two of you are naked before each other, locking eyes with an intense flame burning between you. Gathering your courage, you confess to him, "I want you to fuck me, hard.
David lies back on the bed, pulling you on top of him. "Then be a good girl and come get it," he growls in response.
His cock is rigid against your stomach and you run your hands up his chest, feeling the defined muscles beneath his skin. David teases your slick opening with the tip of his cock before sliding into you with a powerful thrust. The sensation of his coarse pubic hair brushing against your sensitive skin sends shivers down your spine and elicits a gasp from your lips. David grunts in response, the sound sending waves of desire through you.
Starting off slow, David stretches your tightness as he moves in and out of you. With each thrust, he slaps your ass hard, leaving red handprints behind. The combination of pleasure and pain has you whimpering and gasping for more. Unable to contain yourself any longer, you bite down on your lip to stifle your screams as ecstasy courses through every inch of your body.
"Fuck...you feel so good," David groans, his voice raw with desire. "Tell me how badly you need this dick." His dirty talk only fuels the flames of passion within you and you throw your head back. Mouth agape, you’re moaning loudly as he reaches between your bodies to rub circles on your throbbing clit.
"Please...I need it so bad," you whimper, unable to hold back your desperate need for him. Your body trembles and pulses around him as he continues to thrust into you with a fierce hunger, filling you up and satisfying your every wish.
His eyes spark with a mischievous gleam, "Say my name," he commands.
Feeling shy, you look at him and stutter, "David?"
He clicks his tongue in disapproval.
Suddenly, it hits you. "Snake," you moan in ecstasy.
Gripping your hips, David flips you over onto your stomach without taking his cock out. Your cries of surprise turn into moans of ecstasy as he slams himself back inside you without warning. Grabbing your hips roughly, he angled your body to hit that sweet spot deep within you, making you see stars. His grip on your hips bruises your skin but all you can focus on is the way he pounds into you like a man possessed by a primal need only you can fulfill.
"Is this how you want it?" he growls in your ear as he grinds his hips against yours with a feral intensity. Each impact makes the bed frame creak with your passionate movements, banging against the headboard.
"Yes! More Snake...harder!" You beg for more, arching your back to meet his powerful thrusts. David's balls slapped against your ass cheeks with each brutal thrust, and before long, his heavy breathing and the wet slap of your bodies colliding are the only sounds filling the room.
David's grip on your hips tightens even more, fingers digging into your skin as he fucks you harder and faster, pushing you to the edge of the abyss. Your face is buried in the sheets, gripping on them for dear life. Wet walls squelch and clench around him, words are incomprehensible. “S-Snake, fu-fuck!” It’s caught in your throat, until you release. Your orgasm coming at you fast, hard and unforgiving. “Oh my f-fucking god. Yes!”
"I...I'm... oh God," David pants, his face contorted with pleasure and pain. "I'm going to—" but before he could finish his sentence, his hot, sticky cum spurts inside you, covering both of you in a sticky sheen. He exhales sharply, collapsing back onto the bed spent.
You both lay there panting heavily, trying to catch your breaths as the heat between you cooled. David caresses your cheek lovingly as he whispers apologies in your ear. "I'm sorry for keeping secrets from you... I won't ever do it again... I promise."
The weight of David’s words hung in the air. You turned to face him, chest rising and falling rhythmically as you met his gaze. The hazel of his eyes softened, revealing a rare sliver of vulnerability. His hand, warm and tender against your skin, gently brushes away a stray lock of hair from your forehead. You shifted closer to him, curling into his side and burying your face into the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar scent mingled with sweat and sweat-soaked sheets.
