#metal gear fanfic

[icycoldninja]

Loving a psycho (Raiden x Reader)

You were nearly startled out of your skin when the doorbell rang at 4:00 A.M. You threw the covers off, slipped on a jacket, and headed towards the door, tired, cranky, and wondering just who the hell would dare to disturb you at this hour. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you swung the door open and gaped at the person standing before you.

"Raiden?!"

The cyborg in question stood on your doorstep, though there was something off about him. His normally grayish eyes were a bright red, gleaming with a sort of malice you'd only ever seen when Jack, his alter ego, escaped. Wait...if that was true...then...

Your eyes widened as you regarded the man before you, watching how his expression shifted from passive nonchalance to an amused smirk.

"Ain't ya gonna invite me in, Y/N?" He asked, in a playful manner unfamiliar to you.

"Yeah...sure." You yawned, excused yourself, then held open the door for him. Raiden stomped through the door, metal heels clicking against your floor.

"Nice place," He remarked, as if he'd never seen it before. "Real nice. You live here alone?" You nodded groggily, following him as he wandered around your house.

"That's good," He nodded, noting some pictures of you and him that had been propped up on a table nearby. "Real good." He chuckled, then spun around to look at you. "I'm gonna stay the night, you mind?" You shook your head slowly; there wasn't all that much you could do about it. If he wanted to stay, he would stay, regardless of whether you approved or not.

"Good answer," He grinned, reaching forwards and mussing up your hair with his metal hand. Sleepily, you directed him to the bathroom and told him to freshen up however he needed to while you made some coffee. Surprisingly compliant, he agreed, and closed the door on you with a smile.

Several minutes later, Raiden rejoined you in the kitchen for a hot cup of coffee (he drank his with a straw). The two of you sat at the kitchen table in silence, drinking your beverages with quiet respect for one another, but nothing more.

Truth be told, you were afraid and uneasy. This side of Raiden was unpredictable; dealing with such a devil was dangerous. Your rational side told you to be careful, to mind what you say and control how you act. On the other hand, you loved Raiden, and wanted to care for him--all of him, including his lunatic side. These conflicting thoughts swirled around your head, honestly making you doubt your own sanity. Should you regard Jack The Ripper as a suspicious individual? Or should you treat him the way you treat Raiden, considering they are technically the same person? You sighed, forgetting for a moment that Raiden had been watching you this whole time, and that he could sense your feelings.

"Look, I'm not gonna hurt you." He ventured, setting his cup down and reaching across the table for your hand.

"I know," You responded, taking his clawed appendage in yours before bringing it up to your lips and planting a kiss on it. "I just...sometimes I wonder if...well...I can trust you."

Raiden let out a small, uncharacteristic sigh, his red eye lowering to the ground somewhat guiltily.

"When I wanna rip, I'll rip--I'll rip em all. But not you." His gaze flitted back up to yours, a small smile on his face. "I won't rip you. I...I'm gonna keep ya safe."

"Why?"

"Cause...I love ya."

For a moment, the cold gleam in his eyes vanished, revealing the admiration, respect, and love he had for you. All suspicions you previously held vanished; you stood up, crossed over to him, and threw your arms around his neck, clinging to him tightly.

"I love you, Jack--all of you." You weren't entirely sure whether or not you were actually talking to Jack at the moment, but it didn't matter. Raiden chuckled, though not in that menacing manner he often did while in this state. He was truly happy, holding you in his arms; happy that you loved him despite his many problems. The redness in his eyes disappeared and the Raiden you were more familiar with returned. You pulled away from the hug and pressed a kiss to his metal jaw.

"I love you so much," You repeated, resting your head on his shoulder. Raiden nodded, running a hand through your hair.

"I love you too, Y/N--and thank you. Thank you for loving a psycho like me."

[candymothster]

Hey hey!! Got any Sundowner fluff up the sleeve? He's been quite the Blorbo for me lately, somehow got a soft spot for him.

Of course, I do dear💙

Sundowner-| Always Time For Us

Summary: You and Sundowner have been in a relationship for the past three months. He’s still quite intimidating to you but you know under all that heavy cybernetics, he has a heart of gold. Lately, you’ve worried that with how busy he has been with his work and that the two of you aren't spending much time together. But, he surprises you with a home-cooked meal and a night in. To remind you that he’ll always have time for you.

Content Warning: None Content: Fluff Gender neutral reader Words: 726

Masterlist💙

Three months. That’s how long you’ve been in this new relationship. And this man; spoils you like crazy. A nice new apartment, and consistent gifts. He makes you smile and treats you well.  But lately, you’ve been worrying. You understand he’s a busy man: working with a large government organization, you’d know he’d be home late sometimes. That’s when this past week happened. You didn’t get to see him much, gone all day. And gone before you woke up. 

You worry you weren’t doing well, not being as kind back to him. So you thought to surprise him when he got home from work. This put you on a mission today. After your day of work. It went like this:

First: Stop at the store to pick up chocolates and a little cat plush you’ve seen him eye

Second: Get him his favorite flowers, Geraniums as well as Hyacinths

Third: Final Stop at the wine store. You wanted to get more of the peach wine he loved. 

The back of your car was stuffed with your mini shopping spree, a bright but tired smile on your face as you drove home. It was raining, and the street light reflected on the puddles on the roads. This set you into a mood, so you added to your plan. You plan to wait for him in the living room of your shared apartment and surprise him when he got home. 

But it seems: Your plan has backfired without your knowledge. 

Standing in the elevator, foot tapping on the floor. Once you got to your floor, the hall smelt like something delicious. One of the families must be having dinner. But to your shock, as you open the door to your apartment, the smell was coming from your home. With hands full, you headed to the kitchen, there, was your tall cybernetic boyfriend. “Sun…?” Your voice was quiet, as you didn’t want to startle him. Sundowner looked back at you, a cheeky smile on his face. “Doll! I didn’t think you’d be back s’soon!” He exclaimed. His southern accent always puts a smile on your face.

“That looks heavy dear, let me get it for you sunshine.” Putting: what you think is a wooden spoon, down. He came over and helped take some of the bags, putting them down for you. He paused when he saw the bouquet. With a kiss on the forehead, he walked off to find a vase for the flowers. “Get changed darlin’, I want you to be comfortable.” 

You had a quick shower and changed into some more comfy clothing. Coming out, you saw the dining table all decorated, and food all ready. You sat yourself down, looking up at your tall partner. “I…” You started, trying to think of the words. He only hummed, looking up at you from his plate. “I thought you were working tonight?” You questioned, a slight tilt with your head. This only got him to sigh. Oh no, did you upset him?? You started to worry again.

“I left early. Because i realized that I’ve been away for too long. I wanted there to be time for, us. Just us. I’m sorry, doll.” You only smiled, slowly reaching over the table, and gently taking his hand in yours, His is much larger than your smaller hands. “My love, there is always time for us.” You smiled, kissing his hand. You always found a way to make this man's heart melt. He got up out of his seat, yanking you towards him. Picking you up and spinning you around, the two of you laughing in sync. 

At the end of the night, you two were resting on the couch, a movie playing on the tv. You were on top of him, his arms wrapped around your back and your’s on his chest. You had fallen asleep on him, and he lost all focus on the movie. Looking down at you, the most precious thing he’s ever seen. Kissing the top of your head, Sundowner just couldn’t stop smiling at you. Your beauty has always enchanted him. “My percent sunshine.” He hummed, moving some of your hair behind your ear. “I’m gonna always protect you. My beautiful golden rays.” He held your head gently, leaning back and smiling. How did he get so lucky with someone as kind as you?

[themaskedsongbird]

Currently writing a fanfic novelizing the original Metal Gear, and it just occurred to me that all the research I'm doing to keep the weapons, tactics, and setting consistent and at least sort of realistic (well, realistic for Metal Gear, anyway) might have put me on an NSA watchlist somewhere for all the times I've googled questions like, "what's the caliber, original date of manufacture, and maximum range of x weapon?" or "how might a guerilla fighter combat y vehicle type without getting killed?" or "how big is this type of explosive and how is it triggered?" All of these questions being right alongside more benign stuff like "common South African boy/girl names," "CIA activities of the 1960s, 70s, and 80s," "geopolitics of the 1990s," "mercenary groups active in 20th century Africa", and "map of the Czech Republic/Iran/Wisconsin/Great Lakes/insert placename here."

It kind of makes me wonder how many authors and screenwriters have asked sus questions on the internet for research purposes and how many of them might be on government watch lists for it? Lol

[zeeckz]

[nmoroder]

some more snippets of the ‘little Raiden’ AU thing which started here. i promise i will make a more referencey-like post as well when their designs are fleshed out 😔 in the meantime it’s all situations

some explaining pic by pic:  - Jack’s last name is Ripley which is consonant with Ripper and maybe a reference to Alien series if you squint hard enough. but in fact it’s just similar to his canon nickname so yeah. also Sundowner uses a cane while walking but he is actually very agile combat-wise and one shouldn’t be mistaken about him! by the way he’d also let Jack choose a nickname for the future when he’d join Desperado as a full-time member, and Jack being the cool kid chose Raiden as something close to nature and cool-sounding at the same time  - pics 2 and 3 refer to the adoption procedure; since Jack was orphaned and they’re looking after him, it was decided to make this an official thing as well - to keep his school and life consistent, all that. by that time they didn’t have Sam as a father candidate so Mistral and Monsoon would have to do, and it was one of those moments they’d have to dress up as a normal married couple. Wolf making a tie for Monsoon comes from a hc that Wolf was raised as a good boy basically, attending a good school and tons of activities and then he got tired of constant control and went rouge - and before that, he’d have to dress officially while attending all that stuff; whereas Monsoon due to his problematic past had almost never worn official clothes, much less making a tie himself. also Wolf never takes off his face mask be that a helmet or a cloth - he just likes it this way  - pic 4 and onwards are about an incident where Monsoon further damaged his body (his back to be precise) after falling from a great height; everyone got super nervous about his condition but Jack was the one to freak out the most and literally begged his friends to pay the doctors more if needed. Monsoon survived but would have to use some form of an exoskeleton to support his back for a while, i’m not sure how serious his injuries were but ultimately things like this would be the cause for getting a full cyborg body - which is probably impossible in this AU but something less major would take place  - also Sam wears hawaiian shirts. yea. and the whole “thunderstorm” thing is a reference to Raiden meaning ‘god of thunder’ and a monsoon being the wind that brings lots of rain with it

[sionevo]

OTASUNE DOODLE AND DRABLE FOR MY POOKIE

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David found his gaze irresistibly drawn to the man sleeping soundly before him. It was evident that the man was pushing himself to the brink, straining his limits in an attempt to overcompensate for something that required no compensation at all. His eyebrows knitted together in a frown, the unfairness of the situation gnawing at him. Of all the people in the world, why should Hal be the one to be caught in such a predicament? He deserved a normal life, one filled with mundane joys and simple pleasures. A life that David, despite his deepest desires and most fervent wishes, knew he could not provide. It wasn’t fair.

With a slow, deliberate shake of his head, David allowed a heavy sigh to escape his lips. The weight of the world seemed to rest on his shoulders in that single moment, silence enveloping the room around him. As if he were embarking on one of his stealth missions once again, he began to tread lightly. His destination was Hal, who was engrossed in the slumber who over took him who knows how long ago.

With a gentleness that belied his rugged exterior, David reached out, his hands gliding over the laptop. His fingers brushed against the cold metal, slowly sliding it away from Hal's vicinity. With a soft click, the laptop shut, plunging the room into a hushed stillness. In a fluid motion, David leaned over, his hands closing around the edges of the chair. With a careful nudge, he began to scoot the chair out, creating enough space for him to maneuver. Hal's presence was still grounded in the chair, oblivious to the subtle changes happening around him.

Without a moment's hesitation, David bent down, his strong arms sweeping beneath Hal's slumped form. In one smooth, practiced motion, he scooped Hal into his arms, holding him close against his chest. Hal’s hands, once busy on the laptop keyboard, now hung limply by his side, swaying gently with each careful step David took. David began the short journey towards the bed, each step measured and precise. The world held its breath as he moved, the silence broken only by the soft rustle of fabric and the faint creaking of the floorboards under his weight.

With great care, David gently eased Hal down onto the soft bed. Hal stirred in his sleep, his face etched with a heaviness that suggested dreams filled with profound thoughts. David stood there, frozen in place, rooted to the spot in fear of inadvertently waking him up and disturbing his peaceful slumber. The soft mutterings that escaped Hal's lips were mumbled and unclear, adding to the mystery of his dream-infused utterances. As Hal shifted his body weight to one side, his front now facing David, the latter couldn't help but watch him with a sense of intense fascination.

David decided to linger a while longer, to be absolutely certain that Hal was deep in sleep before attempting to move away. Just as he was about to take a cautious step back, he was startled by a sudden movement. Hal, still caught in the throes of sleep, had reached out with a fast-moving hand. His fingers, cool from sleep yet filled with a sleepy strength, found David's hand and intertwined with his. The single word he uttered was a plea, a command, a request. "Stay," he murmured, his voice heavy with sleep and something undefinable. And in that moment, David knew he couldn't leave. He simply couldn't. No matter how much he wanted to protest to stay awake, to plan out the next day down to how many breaths to take, to make sure Hal stayed safe- he couldn’t leave in this moment.

Despite the fact that the plea, mumbled under the weight of sheer exhaustion and laced with the undertones of delusion, could very well be devoid of any significant meaning, David still found himself drawn to the idea of fulfilling it. His heart resonated with the request, subtly compelling him to take action, to bring some sort of resolution to this potentially inconsequential request.

In response to Hal's request, David found himself slowly maneuvering his hand to gently squeeze Hal's. "I'm here," he whispered softly, the words almost lost in the stillness of the room. The relief that washed over him was almost palpable as he watched a small, contented smile spread across Hal's face and David couldn’t help but slightly follow suit.

Carefully maneuvering his way over Hal’s slumbering form to claim the only free spot next to him on the compact sleeping surface, David had to exercise caution to make sure he did not inadvertently inflict any harm on his companion during the process. The moment David had managed to settle himself down as gently as possible, Hal’s sleeping body responded almost instinctively, flipping over to align with David’s position. His arms folded between the two of them in such a way that it was as if even in his sleep, his subconscious mind was aware enough to guide his actions, ensuring that his positioning was considerate and respectful, not overbearing or intrusive. It was a subtle testament to the deep-seated bond between them, one that often manifested itself in these small yet significant ways.

David couldn't help but take notice of it - the delicate manner in which Hal always ensured his comfort. It was the sweetest thing, really, the way Hal would go the extra mile, always going beyond what was expected to make sure David felt at ease in every possible way. This realization stirred something within David, and before he knew it, he found himself reaching out towards Hal. His hand, roughened and worn from years of hard work, stretched out and gently brushed Hal's cheek. His fingers, scarred and callused from a lifetime of experiences, danced their way over the smooth, soft skin of Hal's face, tracing the curvature of his features. Hal’s face wore such a gentle expression, an expression that drew David in and held him captive.

Unaware of the passing moments, he found himself gradually edging closer, instinctively seeking to eliminate the minuscule distance that separated them. His hand, as if acting on its own accord, reached out towards Hal's hand, which lay open and inviting. He was prepared to make minor adjustments, ensuring comfort for both of them. He had never really paid attention to how perfectly their hands seemed to intertwine, as if they were two pieces of a puzzle that fit together flawlessly. He also noticed the softness, a contrast to the roughness he was accustomed to from his own palms.

David's hand began to move, gently caressing Hal's hand in a tender dance that was as light as a feather. His hand swayed back and forth across the sensitive surface of Hal's palm, eliciting a sense of warmth and intimacy. In that moment, David let his guard down, surrendering to the emotions that had been stirring within him.

His hand, initially used for the subtle dance, now firmly entwined with Hal's. He shifted slightly, and his free hand, previously idle, now found a purpose. It moved to lightly trace the back of Hal's hand, adding to the symphony of touch that was playing out between them.

As the minutes ticked by, David found himself losing track of time, lost in the intricate dance of touch and connection. The room was filled with a profound sense of peace and tranquility, a perfect encapsulation of the silent bond shared between them. This could be their world, their reality. There was a chance.

[oak-n]

бдсм покидькам 10 рочків

[ladym3ry]

MGS Valentine's day event

@tutucthulhu @mgsevents

Hii!!😊 This is my Valentine's for u, tutuchtulhu. Hope you like it! 😋And i want to thank mgsevents for the effort and love you put into organizing events as fun as these.💛

The family that it couldn't be. 🥺

[kris-performs-surgery]

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[icycoldninja]

i've been reading your fics revently and really enjoy them! i was wondering if you could write some angsty fluff with dante and/or raiden (separately)?

kinda like they both have nightmares about their past, their s/o comforts them if that's good enough. have a good day! 😊

Thank you, you too! I'm so glad you like my work, cause I'm pretty proud of them myself. Nightmare comfort is one of my favorite things to write about since it's the perfect blend of fluff and angst. I'll start with the Raiden one and post Dante's fic at a later date. Hope you enjoy. 💜

Update: Here is part two of your request. Thanks so much once again. 💜

Safe (Raiden x Reader angst/fluff)

You awoke abruptly, startled by the metallic creaking of Raiden's joints as he tossed and turned restlessly in his sleep. "Please...don't..." He mumbled, grasping frantically at nothing. "Please..." He was sobbing now, hot tears flowing down his cheeks as he trembled and grabbed at the sheets, titanium claws ripping right through the fragile linen. "Please...make it stop. I don't want to..." He shuddered, metal muscles tensing with fear. "No...no more..." You rolled over, reaching towards the cyborg in an attempt to comfort him, but your hand was roughly knocked away when Raiden suddenly sat upright, panting heavily. "No!" He screamed, not realizing he was awake. His breathing was ragged and frantic; his body glowed red, a sign he was about to transition into Jack the Ripper--that is, unless you did something soon.

You quickly flicked on the lights, causing Raiden to jump and look about the room fearfully. He was now curled up on the bed, knees to his chest, the sheets having been kicked off during his fitful slumber. "Rai, it's alright." You whispered, edging towards him tentatively. The red glow emanating from beneath his armor hadn't subsided yet, meaning that there was a chance he could become very violent at any moment. "Calm down. Shhhh," You carefully wrapped an arm around him and began rubbing circles in his leaden shoulder. "It's OK, Rai. I'm here." Raiden sucked in a deep, shuddering breath before nodding and unfurling himself from his tense position. "Do you...want to talk about it?" You asked, still rubbing his shoulder. Raiden stared at his knees for a while, tears streaming from his eyes. Eventually, he gathered enough of himself to speak.

"I...I dreamed of when the Patriots captured me...the "modifications" they gave me." He scrunched his eyes shut, tears still dripping from them. "It hurt....so much....I never want to go through that again..." He buried his face in his hands, futilely attempting to hide his choked sobs. "Raiden..." You were at a complete loss. Seeing Raiden, the usually calm, collected, ultra powerful, nearly unstoppable cyborg ninja break down like this hurt your heart. Watching him sob and shiver over an incident that must have been truly traumatic broke your heart and made you want to cry too. "Raiden...I'm so sorry." There was really nothing else you could say. Slowly, tenderly, you reached out and pried his cold, steely hands away from his face, revealing the puffy, red, teary eyes that lay beneath. "Hey, it's gonna be ok." You assured him, running a hand through his hair while the other wiped the tears from his cheeks. "I'm here, and I'm gonna protect you. I promise. You're OK now. The Patriots are gone--you're safe. You'll always be safe when you're with me. I swear it." Raiden sniffed, looking up at you with watery gray eyes; a tiny smile visible on his face. "Thanks, Y/N. Thank you for...for being here." You grinned, playfully mussing up his hair before kissing him on the cheek. "I'm always gonna be here for you, Rai-Rai. I love you." Raiden nodded, obviously feeling better, and wrapped his arms around you, trapping you in a tight hug. "I love you too, Y/N. Now...let's get some sleep." You nodded, wriggling out of his grasp for a brief moment to turn off the lights before rolling back on top of him. "Night Rai." Raiden chuckled, pressing a firm-jawed kiss to your jaw. "Sleep well, sweetheart."

Having successfully calmed Raiden down from his nightmare, you and your beloved drifted off to sleep, content and comfortable, and most of all, safe in each other's arms.

[candymothster]

just a crack drawing of L0ft with her plants.

OC Fact

Loft has a pot garden in her dorm at maverick. so she likes to show off her plants whenever she can and has a strict watering schedule. she also has a pigeon that nests on her balcony. his name his Harold.

[linashirou]

More love for the Chef and Developer. I just love to see her in the Shinkawa style that @Venomwalter_art does, because I feel like she could be a real character in the franchise

[infinite-bagel]

New Bosselot fic is up! Really enjoyed creating a mood (and making Ocelot suffer) for this one. ☺️ Young Ocelot is so fun to write

Takes place slightly after MGS3 when they have not yet gotten together 😳

[sillyfriendssharingablog]

guys I think Im going crazy. I've been writing the wedding chapter for my fic and it's making me so happy, so jolly, so esthatic to see this two idiots be happy FOR ONCE that I've been hyperventilating, clapping, jumping in my seat, screaming even the whole time I spend writing. It has even becomed hard to write for me because Im just exploding!!!! for a couple of words I have written!!! Is this a common experience or am I just loosing my sanity?!?!?

[imagines-by-cleo]

I hope your illness gets better soon!! This is my first time requesting, and sorry my English is bad. It is not my native language.

I really like Miller from MGSV. So, I’m so happy that you write about him! Can I request a fic that the reader walks into Miller drinking alone, and he being drunk accidentally confesses to the reader?

Please take your time. Get well soon, and I hope you have a nice day🤗

Thank you so much friend! It's so nice to hear you enjoy my fics and it's great to get back into writing with these requests, I am grateful for every single one of them!

This ended up being super long and super fluffy but I had fun writing (cause omg I love Kaz) it and I think you'll like it too, idk if you wanted smut but that's what I wrote and if you want to avoid it you can stop after the page divider. I'm finishing these requests slow but I swear I am finishing them and I'm trying to make them worth the wait. I appreciate your patience but most of all I appreciate the time everyone takes to read these.

CW: Alcohol, whump, fluff, consent is sexy, nipple play, fingering, oral sex (fem receiving), masturbation, dirty talk, unprotected sex

The overwhelming stench of warm sake filled your nose before you even opened the door to Miller's office, telling you exactly how you were going to spend the rest of the night. As you stepped in you found the room covered in a cloud of smoke from a kiseru pipe while music from at least a decade prior played loudly.

"Master Miller?" You called, though he didn't answer.

There he was sitting behind his desk in a daze, half here and half in the 70s, not even noticing your presence until you snuck over and turned the record player off. Grabbing a nearby wastebin you made short work of clearing out the many bottles around the room, one of which was still in his hand as he tried to pour the last few drops directly into his mouth.

"We should get some tequila shipped in." He mused.

"We had some. You drank it." You said a little too bluntly, but he probably wouldn't remember if you were being rude.

"One time... Back in MSF I had to much tequila and... I don’t really remember but the guys told me they had to get me down from a table and put my pants back on." His expression would change every time he trailed off from looking like he could cry to trying not to bust out laughing, but it was nice to see a twinkle in those clouded blue eyes.

You held in a snicker while you listened, it might have been nice to see Kaz in his party days but you're sure you would have to do the same thing you did now only you would have to wrestle his pants back on and he would have two more limbs to fight you off with.

Speaking of, you looked around for his crutch but couldn't find it anywhere, it had a funny way of disappearing when Kaz was drinking. With a sigh you walked up to his chair and grabbed his arm to stand him up, he leaned into you when you put his arm around your shoulder to walk him out.

"Wait a minute." He held a finger up, then pointed it at the desk where his sunglasses were sitting, prompting you to take them and gently put them on his face before leaving.

"Happy now?" You asked, only getting a hum in response.

It was becoming routine to help him out like this, normally you didn't think twice about it but tonight there was something about the heat coming from his body and the faint sweet smell of smoke carried in his clothes that made you realize how intimate the situation was. It was somewhat against protocol to be this close with a commanding officer but maybe it had the potential to become more than that. It was hard to admit now, but that was part of the reason you came here tonight. Only you couldn't really ask him about his feelings while he was completely wasted, the least you could do was make sure he was taken care of.

Putting the thought away as you left his office you headed toward his room, it wasn’t far but it felt much longer with an entire man slumped over your shoulder. While you were struggling Kaz was having the time of his life, humming a song and occasionally mumbling the words out of tune.

When you got to his room you found it was both bare and a complete mess. No pictures or anything to decorate the dull grey walls, clothes were thrown haphazardly on the floor and unmade bed and the only window had blackout curtains drawn closed. You stepped carefully through the mess, trying not to let yourself or Kaz trip on anything that had been left around.

This was the first time you had actually been inside since he would stagger back in alone once you got him this far but tonight he had been drinking too much to even do that. Its not that it was any of your business, but after discovering how he lived you started to get worried.

"Hey, I noticed you've been drinking more since the Boss brought home those MSF soldiers that were wandering around. I hope it's not bringing back any unpleasant memories." You pointed out figuring your best shot at getting clarification was while he was like this.

For a minute as he got quiet you were worried he was about to get angry at you, but to your surprise he answered honestly. "No, they're good memories. But that's all they are."

Deciding not to press the issue further, you changed the subject. "Let's get you to bed."

"You take such good care of me, that's why I love you." He laughed.

"Yeah, right." You replied, it was a strange thing for him to say but you chalked it up to him being drunk.

Sliding out from under his arm you proceeded to stand him up carefully as he swayed side to side, pulling his coat off quickly before he tipped over completely without your help. A blush rose on your cheeks when you unbuttoned his shirt, maybe it wasn't completely necessary but you didn't want him just falling asleep in it. Hesitating a moment when you reached for his glasses, once you uncovered his eyes you noticed how they had been fixed on you as if he was looking for something.

"What is it?" You asked.

The hand threading into your hair and cradling the back of your head caught you off guard, before you knew it Kaz' lips were on yours. The taste of sake was still strong and his mouth was so warm, you put your hands on his broad chest but couldn't find the strength to push him back. He pulled away just to continue across your jaw and behind your ear, you shuddered at the feeling, wishing you could just give in to it.

"Kaz, wait." You interrupted.

He stopped almost immediately but he stayed where he was, whispering his confession into your ear. "I meant it."

"You're drunk." You replied, pushing him into a seated position on the bed.

"Come here." He told you before dragging you down onto his lap, his poor balance causing the two of you to fall back onto the mattress together.

His body fit perfectly against yours while he kissed you again, it felt so natural to have him hold you like this that you were tempted to just give in. The groan he made when he rolled his hips up into you vibrated through your whole body, making you gasp in response after feeling the hard bulge that pressed into your thigh.

You lifted yourself up and looked down at him, pushing a golden strand of hair away from his pink face revealing his half lidded eyes that locked with yours.

"We can't do this." You sighed, climbing off the bed. "Not tonight."

He grabbed your hand before you walked away, so he could request. "Stay with me at least?"

Staring at the door, you contemplated what you should do before answering. "I'll stay until you fall asleep."

A low snore from behind told you that would be sooner than you thought, you turned and found Kaz was already fast alseep. You smacked your palm to face in frustration, more upset with yourself for expecting anything different.

Did that bastard really just confess his love to you and then pass out drunk? At the very least you knew you had made the right decision to turn him down for now anyway, but this was going to make for a delicate situation the next day if he even remembered half of what happened. How would you even go about explaining it to him, and would he expect a reaction from you?

With a tired groan you looked around the room for something to tidy up and keep you busy while you pushed the important questions off until tomorrow.

An all to bright ray of sunlight shining straight onto his face woke Kaz up, muttering curses he squeezed his eyes shut while reaching for his glasses on the nightstand. He knew exactly where they were though he didn't remember setting them there, come to think of it he didn't even remember how he got into his room last night but he wasn't inclined to think too hard about it now.

He sat up slowly to not irritate his throbbing head or aching body, leaning on the wall as he staggered into the bathroom. There was a bottle of water and some seltzer waiting on the sink, he didn't bother to question who put it there, as far as he was concerned it was a gift from God.

After chugging his drink and splashing some water on his face Kaz stared in the mirror, questioning the actions that put him here once again, but all the regret in the world wasn't going to change the fact that he was going to have to get dressed sooner or later. Instinctively he looked around the floor for his clothes finding they were all gone, someone had neatly folded yesterday's clothes and set them on his dresser while the rest were put in the drawers. There wasn't much he remembered about the night before but he was damn sure he didn't do any of that and before he could wonder how they got there he heard a stirring across the room.

Kaz nearly jumped out of his skin when he turned to find you sleeping curled up in an armchair. Knowing you had been there all night answered the question of why his room was so clean, but he was starting to feel guilty for having brought you here in the first place.

He came up to you as quietly as possible, you looked kinda cute, laying there with the sun shining on your messed up hair as you softly snored. Kaz found himself wishing he woke up next to this in his bed rather than across the room. He watched for a minute noticing the way you had your arms wrapped around your body, you must have been cold, immediately he went to grab a blanket from his bed and draped it gently over you. A satisfied smile rose on his face while he watched you snuggle into the warmth, his hand lingered on your shoulder after tucking you in. Slowly your eyes fluttered open, still hazed and tired as you looked up at him.

"Did you get that water I left for you?" You asked.

"Yeah, I did." He answered, he should have figured that was from you.

"That's good." You replied while yawning, wiggling around to get comfortable. "Are you feeling okay?"

"I don't know why you're still worried about me." He laughed, it was strange the way you looked after him when all he could really do was bring you a blanket.

"Someone has to be." You answered, rubbing your eyes and makeing the dark circles under them more apparent. "Besides, you were pretty wasted last night."

"Right, I must have kept you up pretty late. Why don't you take my bed and get some rest?" He requested, reachingout to you. "Do it for me."

Kaz led you over to the bed just a few feet away while you staggered over half awake without even questioning him. He tucked you in again before turning to leave and get ready for for his day if it wasn't too late.

"I don't know why you stayed here and went through all this trouble." He mumbled, more to himself than anything.

"You told me to stay last night." You answered, to his surprise.

"I hope that's all I told you." He laughed.

"Well there was one thing..." You continued, sitting up, the words sendinga chill down his spine. "You made a move on me, you kissed me actually."

Kaz really shouldn't have been surprised, he knew he had feelings for you since the day he met you but he wasn't about to tell anyone. It was only a matter of time until something slipped out, especially when you were around so much. He spent those few precious seconds of silence racking his brain to try and remember what exactly he said and more importantly how to respond.

"It was kinda nice knowing you felt the same way, but I wish you'd told me when you weren't drinking; or maybe when we both were." You shrugged, looking up at him in this sweet innocent way that he just couldn't stand.

"Listen..." He started, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. "I appreciate everything you've done, in fact I'm in more debt to you than I like to think about, but don't you think you'd be better off spending your time doing something else? With someone else?"

"I like spending time with you." You answered, reaching for his hand. "And I don't mind helping out every now and then."

"I don't deserve someone like you taking care of me." He confessed, it felt harsh coming out but he couldn't just let you keep doing this.

He wasn't expecting you to say anything after that, much less turn his face toward you and kiss him. It was his last chance to push you away but he wanted you more than he should have and let you come closer.

When you broke off you whispered "Please, don't talk about yourself like that."

It was a little jarring to have you showing him affection like that, every nice thing you did confused him and he always felt guilty for wanting more but he never thought he was more than a burden to you. Knowing you really felt for him changed everything, and his heart pounded as he allowed himself to be vulnerable for just once.

You crawled over, straddling his lap before taking his sunglasses off. He wrapped his arm around you while you shared a deep and thoughtful stare for a good long while.

"I love seeing your eyes." You broke the silence.

He just had to kiss you after that, holding you tighter while his lips moved softly against yours. For a brief moment he felt your tongue touch his bottom lip, inviting him to to take the opportunity and explore your mouth with his own. He slid his tongue in deep and fast making you moan in surprise before simply allowing him free access to taste you. You pressed your chest into his without breaking the kiss, taking his hand and guiding it under your shirt to touch between your breasts and for a second he could feel your heart beating fast.

Circling one nipple with his thumb, he felt it perk up in his hand until it was stiff, that made it much easier to pinch and tease making you twitch in his grasp. He lifted your shirt up higher so he could pop the other nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it and gently sucking.

While he was playing with your tits you unbuttoned your pants, doing your best to pull one leg out of them without climbing off his lap. Pushing him away just for a moment to take his shirt off before pulling him back against your chest, running your fingers through his messy hair while he continued.

Your other hand drifted down, exploring his chest and anywhere else that you could. Then you reached for his boxers, tugging at the waistband before he caught your hand by the wrist.

"Not so fast, it's my turn to take care of you." Kaz stopped you, he would have loved to get out of that increasingly tight fabric but he had plans fo you first.

"But I wanna-" You whined.

He cut you off. "Do I have to pull the commanding officer card?"

You giggled. "Maybe."

"Alright. Spread your legs as far as you can. That's an order." He told you before tugging your pants the rest of the way down, and your panties along with it.

Starting by running his hand across your folds, making sure you were good and wet before he teased your entrance. Sliding a single finger in and out slowly, he pulled it all the way out before stuffing it back in as far as it would go then curling it inside you.

"Ah! Do that again!" You cried out, prompting him to go faster.

You held on to his shoulders, leaning in to kiss his neck between desperate pants. Kaz sighed at the soft touch of your wet lips and the warmth of your quick breaths. Pressing the heel of his palm against your clit made you roll your hips into him. It wasn't long until he had you cumming all over his hand and squeezing his fingers tight, your whole body shaking as you gripped him tighter to keep your balance.

After your last few spasms he fell back onto the soft sheets, kneading his fingers into your thigh and guiding you to climb over until you were straddling his face. It was like you read his mind when you lowered yourself onto his lips, and he wasted no time licking up every drop of wetness that dribbled out of you. He groaned at the sweet sticky flavor of you, reaching his tongue into your core and swirling it around to taste more.

Taking notice of how your legs would flex and shake around him, he also noiticed he couldn't hear you making any kind of noise. Pausing and looking up he noticed you were bitting down hard on your bottom lip, most likely in an effort to keep quiet.

"Hey! Don't hold back. Let me hear it." Kaz ordered, slapping the inside of your thigh.

Moaning immediately in response you didn't hold anything back, even when the sounds you made weren't so dignified. Though every little noise from you went straight to his crotch and he could feel himself twitching in his boxers that were starting to get just a little too tight. It was hard not to get off with a sense of pride when he made you cum once with his fingers and again into his mouth, if you weren't completely numb yet you would have felt him grining like a maniac against your sensitive skin.

It was easy enough to toss you over onto your back, you were putty in his hands while he pushed your legs apart and situated your body just how he needed it. The whole time you looked at him with this hungry half lidded gaze, something more sensual than anything you'd see in a magazine.

"Haven't had enough yet?" He teased, making you shake your head.

The front of his boxers were a tented mess, his swollen cock leaking and begging to be touched. Kaz couldn't help bit give it a few strokes before he lined it up, throwing his head back in relief of finally getting some stimulation. The thought crossed his mind to just keep pumping and finish all over you, but something told him he could make you cum one more time.

Climbing over you and starting slow, only giving your overstimulated pussy few inches at a time. You made a low whine that made his cock twitch when his entire length was inside, you lifted your knees up to your chest, welcoming him in deeper.

Everything about you at this point was a dripping mess, and Kaz loved it. From the way your hair was tossed to the dazed look in your eyes, and how your tits still wet with his spit would heave with every breath. Having you bucking up into him still desperate as all hell was just cherry on top.

"Never thought I'd see you like this." He remarked.

"Get used to it." You teased between moans.

Every move he made seemed to elicit some new decadent reaction, the way you were gasping and moaning under him like he was taking the very air out of your lungs made his heart pound. He could only deduce that you were about to cum again and he adjusted accordingly, with a few harsh targeted thrusts that rattled the bed beneath you he had you babbling his name one last time while your thighs twitched and eventually went limp.

He was trying to keep his weight off of you by staying propped up on his arm, until you hooked your arms under his shoulders and pulled him down closer to you. Closing what little distance you had between the two of you had him sinking in even deeper, making him groan at the feeling of being completely engulfed by you.

"You feel so good." He panted, picking up the pace. "You're gonna make me..."

Kaz was about to pull out before you wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him locked inside until it was too late. The warmth of your body burning him up and the sound of his wet skin hitting yours was getting to be more than he could handle. Pushing into you with a last few shallow thrusts, his pulse was racing and he even felt his knees twitch while he emptied inside of you.

There was no way of telling how long the two of you sat like that, he couldn't move or even think and you were still holding onto him for dear life. When he did eventually get some control back he kissed you deeply, only breaking of to suck in a little bit of air before pressing his mouth to yours again. When he pulled away you reached up and pushed the hair away from his face so you could see his eyes, not saying anything but but simply sharing a deep moment.

"I hope you weren't planning on walking anywhere today." He teased, still out of breath.

"You're lucky it's my day off." You replied.

"I guess I am pretty lucky." He chided, rolling off of you.

Something sharp poked into his side making him jump, he reached to see what the object was only to find his sunglasses now bent out of shape. Before he could even curse about it you took them out of his hand and put them on, making him laugh at the lopsided lenses only covering half your face.

"I guess you're not going anywhere without these." You commented.

"It's already too late to get work done anyway." He remarked.

"Oh no, we'll just have to stay in our big comfy bed for the rest of the day." You teased, voice dripping with sarcasm while you laid your head on his chest.

"That doesn't sound too bad." He laughed, wrapping his harm around you.

Laying there together, watching the sun rise higher outside and forgeting about work one soft sigh at a time. It was more than Kaz could have hoped for when he woke up with a hangover. He wasn't sure what he did to deserve this, but he'd have to figure it out so it could happen again.

"Hey..." You broke the silence when you looked up at him grinning. "Tell me that story about you getting drunk in MSF and taking your pants off."

"Wha- Who told you about that?" He stammered.

"You did." He should have known.

"Right, well anyway. This was back when we first got to Costa Rica and we found this little cantina by..."

While Kaz continued his story he thought about how he would normally feel about the old days, using the the anger he felt at the loss of his home and his comrades as a reason to go on and seek vengeance. All his life now was just looking in the past and only going forward to try and find a way to restore it, until now he felt that was the only way. Maybe it was time for a change. Hearing you laugh and smile at his stupid stories made him realize there was a possibility of a future and a new home, and it was all right in front of him.

[kur0mi-kat]

a small recreation of @degenerate-otaku 's samuraiden bar scene from this fic

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(YES IK IT SHOWS THE STAGE_BIG MAP IN THE BACKGROUND, IT'S ALREADY BEEN RENDERED AND I'M TOO LAZY TO FIX IT)