#samuel rodrigues x reader
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i cant believe that you do write for mgr!! i swear that i've been dying to find some new fics of this fandom, because, you know, no one makes content of it. but anyways! im really really happy that you do write for mgr and, as always, i'll make u a request (and you can ignore it if you want :))
how would sam and raiden (and maybe mistral and moonson if you are willing to write for these) separately to a reader that likes to write love letters with little hearts and sweet words all over and send for them when they aren't around :)
and keep your good work but also take care of yourself, okay? love u, darling!! 💕💕
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RAIDEN, JETSTREAM SAM, MONSOON, MISTRAL WITH AN S/O THAT WHO WRITES CUTES NOTES
GENDER UNSPECIFIED!
note: hey there sugar, love to see you in my inbox! hope these headcannons are ok since i'm not really sure bout the monsoon part! let me know if you have any tips
warnings: none
raiden
raiden is pretty slow when it comes to showing affection therefore when you started leaving him cute little notes with hearts splattered all around them, he only makes a ??? face and questions why would you do that if you can say the same thing to his face.
it probably takes a lot of time explaining to him that this is just tyour way of showing your love and affection for him
plus, the poor cyborg thinks there are some type of secret bombs hidden in these notes dropped off by his enemies due to his trauma
however, after some time he grows to actually enjoy them and always smiles whenever he notices them on his desk
once raiden tried writing a little note for you however it looked absolutely horrible, the man felt so embarrased he threw it away before you could even see it 😭😭😭
sam
this cocky mf definitely enjoys them and absolutely cherishes them with his life
sam definitely handles affection better than raiden, that's for sure
also, he himself has quite a few ways of showering you with love
that's why he surely understands what you mean by these cute notes and always lets you know how he feels about them
one time after a particular hard objective, he saw a pink note attached to his desk with the words "let's dance after this mission ;) ♡♡" and it absolutely made his day
let's not forget the fact that he will absolutely show these notes to all his acquaintances and eat up their jealous faces, feeling pride he has such an amazing partner 💗
monsoon
starting of with the fact that this man is arrogant and cocky as fuck, monsoon will definitely appreciate these small acts
he may have a hard time showing that though
monsoon secretely loves them and always collects them putting them in a safe box in his office
although he will get defensive if anyone brings it up during a conversation and deny the fact
he can also be flirty when he feels like it but it's only when he's in the mood
similar to sam and raiden, small notes from you can easily change his entire mood
mistral
please for the love of god never stop leaving this woman cute notes, she adores them
whenever she sees these pieces of paper containing tons of hearts and a little message, she goes quite litreally crazy
"baby, if i knew i would get these notes every day, i would've asked you out earlier"
her favourite notes are the ones were you praise her and tell her she's your favourite person
at some point mistral definitely starts leaving you similar notes possibly with flirty pick-up lines that surprisingly are good
she feels pride and satisfaction whenever she sees you blushing at them
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Little Thief
Jetstream Sam x Fem!reader
After all the requests for this it's finally here! I forgot how good of a character Sam was because my man saw a corrupt politician and immediately tried to kill him with a sword, not to be political or anything but we need more people like this. Absolute king behavior. Anyway, hope you enjoy!
CW: SMUT, choking, blood, blowjobs, teasing, fingering, begging, unprotected sex, dirty talk, squirting, overstimulation
Cyborgs of every kind filled the crowded dive bar, amongst the shouting and general merriment bionic limbs clicked and whirred. Every patron a hardened veteran, not that that was anything to even be proud of these days, soldiers were a dime a dozen. Only in the best of them their left hands were just stuffed with experience in combat. That kind of information was something the right buyer would pay a hefty price for, and in your line of work you had become pretty skilled at figuring out who was a skilled fighter and who was simply another body to catch a bullet or blade on behalf of their employer.
It was a routine at this point, find a veteran, get him to buy you a drink, once his guard is down brush his left hand ever so gently and before he knows it you're walking away with literal years of his life including the last few minutes he spent with you. Like taking candy from a baby, any man in these parts would be ready to risk it all even if they knew what you planned on doing, the first woman they see who isn't made of metal or plastic and they go head over heels. Being attractive was hardly a requirement these days, but it certainly didn't hurt, and in your case you had no trouble catching a bionic eye.
However the deep brown eyes you were focused on catching now looked all too natural. The man they belonged to had gear that was more expensive than any grunt in the bar by leagues, and the sword he was carrying worth enough for you to retire with if you found someone to hack the biometric lock. Not to mention that kind of equipment could only come from elite private security with plenty of fighting experience.
Keeping an unwavering gaze on him from across the bar until you finally caught his attention, then keeping it by crossing your leg and teasingly sliding your skirt higher up your leg making him smirk wider with every inch of exposed skin. Briefly breaking eye contact to glace at the empty space in the booth where you were lounging, wordlessly inviting him to come sit. With a spark in his eyes he jumped fron his barstool and swaggered over, wearing the same confidant smile from before.
"What's a sweet thing like you doing in a place like this?" He asked, if you had a nickle for every time you heard that line you wouldn't need to be in this business.
"Looking for a handsome thing like you." A bold reply, but it always got results.
He laughed as the loud music changed to a slower song, causing him to extend his hand to you. "Care to dance?"
Taking the offer and allowing him to pull you onto the floor, you were joined by a few other couples but judging by the way he looked at you it was just the two of you in the entire bar. You had never seen a man so enamored with you, the more he stared the more you were convinced he would make an easy target.
Noticing how much larger than you this stranger was, your eyes went wide when he grabbed you suddenly and firmly by the waist. Making you purr while you threw your arms over his broad shoulders, drowning in the scent of his warm spice cologne. It was nice having a target so attractive for once, but it was getting distracting and making you forget why you were here.
"That's a nice sword." You commented running a finger over the hilt of the blade, finding to your surprise there was no biometric lock. "Do you always carry it with you?"
"Everywhere." He answered, with pride.
"Everywhere?" You asked again, raising your eyebrows.
The stranger confirmed with another sly smile taking your hand away and placing it back on his shoulder. You moved your body closer to his, pressing tighter against his firm chest while swaying in rhythm to the music. The song was about to end, hearing this you stood on your tiptoes and leaned in.
"Why don't we find a place that's a little more private and dance some more." You whispered softly into his ear.
"You don't waste any time. I like that." He purred, letting you lead him to a door at the edge of the bar.
Stepping out into a back alley you tolerated the gritty surrounding of trash and filth for the sake of some privacy. Now you could really get to work. In an instant you pullled him into the shadows, squishing yourself between his broad chest and the nearest wall.
The rough stubble on his face scratched when he kissed you, his breath was sweet and heavy as he greedily grabbed at you. Lost in the heat of the flurry of new sensations coming on so fast you whined, wanting more and making no secret of it while you did your own exploring. The contrast of the cool night air made the heat of his skin irresistibly inviting as you found yourself sliding your fingers under his shirt.
You really should have focused, waited for when his gaurd was down for the chance to take his things and run. Only he was moving so fast, and his touch was so warm. Thinking maybe it would be better to wait, or maybe just not thinking at all, you gave in to your most base desires.
Every part of his body was firm, pure toned muscles that that you would trade for cold cybernetics any day. Wildly touching him wherever you could just to feel how soft he was compared anyone else you knew now. Well, there was one part of him rubbing against you that wasn't so soft anymore, you smiled against his mouth when you reached down for it.
Suddenly his hands shot up to your throat, squeezing tight while pinning you against the wall. His expression changed drastically from one of sultry passion to total rage that smouldered in the low light.
"I didn't think you would be into this." You choked out with a smile, trying to stay calm in hopes of diffusing the situation.
"Who do you work for?" He demanded, a fire in his eyes that wasn't there before.
"What are you talking about?" It was your first instinct to play dumb, maybe you could still get out of this with something to pawn.
"Don't think I didn't notice what you were trying to do, who do you sell your stolen goods to?" His grip tightened, making you cough.
In a desperate final attempt to get away you grabbed the hilt of his sword, kicking him back and unsheathing his blade in the process. The sword was heavy in your hands but that didn't stop you from taking a few swings, though he dodged every attack you eventually had him pinned against the alley wall with no where else to go.
"Amateur move, not putting a lock on your weapon." You teased between heavy breaths, touching the tip of the blade under his chin. "I take it you're not with World Marshal."
He bared his teeth growling, that alone was enough to make you take a step back. The last thing you expected was for him to grab the sharp end of the sword with no fear of cutting himself and pull it away leaving you completely stunned and open to attack. Taking it from your hand he then turned you around quicker than you had a chance to react making you lose your footing and fall on top of a nearby dumpster. Before you could get up he came behind you, pinning you down and holding the sword up to your throat. Trying and failing to wiggle out from under the weight of his body, he finally had you caught.
"I am no amateur." He sneered, grabbing a fistfull of your hair and twisting it. "Now I won't ask again, who do you work for?"
"Private dealers here and there, you want their names?." You groaned, maybe your body was still fired up from the way he touched you earlier, but it was hard to not appreciate the intimacy of this situation.
"You're not World Marshal?" He asked, twisting harder until you could feel the warmth of his bleeding hand dripping onto your neck.
"Hell no, I thought you were World Marshal. They've been taking out all the black market dealers. I can't sell anything with them around." You explained.
He laughed as he released you, stepping back and sheathing his blade. "So even petty criminals can't stand them."
"I guess not." You replied, standing up to fix your hair and smooth out your dress. "What's your problem with them?
"Where to begin? They're as bad as any drug cartel I've encountered, just a tool for corrupt lying politicians. Someone needs to put a stop to what they're doing." He explained, before taking a look at the deep cut on his hand.
At least he wasn't a cop but he wasn't exactly on your side, either way you couldn't ignore the red dripping from his hand prompting you say. "Let me take a look at that."
Really you should have thought about tearing a piece off your favorite dress, but some instinct in you just couldn't let him bleed out. Taking his hand the stranger allowed you to wrap the swatch of fabric over it without question. It was a wonder you didn't get whiplash from how quick the situation was changing with him.
"Are you actually going to try and take down an entire government organization just because they're corrupt?" You asked while you wrapped his hand.
He only smiled, cocky as he was you were convinced that he might actually stand a chance just by being so bold to even think about it. Though you weren't exactly in the business of giving things to people it might be beneficial in the long run to cause the organization some trouble. Besides how could you refuse a face like that?
"If only more people were like you." You couldn't help but laugh out loud as you tied off the makeshift bandage. "If you're dead set on doing this then maybe I can set you up with some people, at least to get that sword upgraded."
"I wasn't expecting you to be so generous." He teased, gesturing toward his bandaged hand.
"Well the enemy of my enemy." You sang, looking him up and down.
Surprisingly the little sparring session wasn't enough to kill the mood, if anything you were more fired up now than before. One glance at the conspicuous bulge in your new friends pants told you that he felt the same way. He noticed the way you were eying him, not that you were being subtle anyway.
"You know, that's not all I can help with..." You purred, placing a light kiss on the tips of his damaged fingers.
"Another one of your dirty tricks?" He questioned with narrowed eyes, cautious but interested.
"Taking on an enemy like that is going to be a lot for one man, wouldn't it be nice to relax and clear your mind a little?" You proposed, already dropping to your knees.
"If you insist." He answered, allowing you run your hands freely up his strong thighs while keeping a wary grip on his sword.
Carefully, like you were unwrapping a precious item you popped the button to his pants and pulled his zipper down slowly, the slower you moved the more he started to stir though you could tell he was trying to hide it. You smiled up at him while you hooked one finger under the waistband of his boxers.
"I never did get your name." You commented.
"You don't seem like the kind that usually asks." The stranger replied, there was bitterness in his voice but you knew how to make him sound sweeter.
"I'm asking now." You purred, playing with the trail of hair starting under his bellybutton before you released him.
"Samuel Rodrigues." He answered proudly.
"Nice to meet you Samuel." You held eye contact while tugging his boxers down.
Running your fingertip up the underside of his length, satisfied at making it twitch and throb under your touch. He groaned impatiently when you touched your tongue to the tip, giving him a few light swirls that only made him more upset.
Deciding to have a little mercy but not too much you stopped teasing to bob your head at a regular pace. He didn't seem like the type to beg anyway, not easily. Maybe next time, you thought, hoping there would be a next time.
You moaned after realizing he wasn't even fully hard yet when he stiffened in your mouth, needing to relax your throat to take in all of him and keep from gagging. He sighed while watching his entire length disappear down your throat with your eyes locked on his.
There was so much determination in those deep brown eyes, he was set on looking indifferent and not making a sound. Maybe because he still considered you enemy, he didn't want to show weakness even keeping a cautious grip on his sword. Working your tongue around him slowly with a goal to break that facade, getting closer to seeing him crack with every languid motion.
Patience waring thin, Samuel threaded his fingers into your hair and urged you to go faster, though you kept at your own teasing pace. Sweat was starting to shine on his skin while his breathing grew heavier. He bucked his hips into your mouth but you asserted your control by pushing him back against the wall earning a deep whine that made you smile victoriously.
"Enough." He growled, tugging your head back by your hair and pulling you up by the arm.
He lifted you effortlessly by the waist, making you gasp after throwing you on top of the dumpster like a toy. The ridged plastic lid dug into your chest and possibly dirtied your dress but you couldn't complain, all you could do was cry out when he pushed your panties to the side and shoved his fingers inside you.
"You don't waste any time." You teased, panting at the rough pace his fingers started at trying to stretch you out.
Only responding with a firm curl of his digits, making you whine out loud. The wet sound they made pumping in and out gave you away, allowing them in easily and showing how much you wanted more.
"You like that, little thief?" He huffed as he teased. "Do you act this way for everyone you try to steal from?"
"Only if they make me feel this good." You answered.
When he removed his fingers you didn't just feel empty when they were gone, your insides clenched in hopes of taking in something bigger. You almost had it too when the tip of his cock grazed over your entrance, dipping in just to stop at a few inches. What must have been payback for earlier he only eased in halfway, holding your hips still so you couldn't grind up against him.
"Don't make me beg." You whined, squirming around trying to take in more.
"Are you going to behave yourself from here on?" He asked tauntingly, gently pushing your hair away from your neck as he leaned in close.
"I'll be so good for you." You purred, shuddering at the feeling of his lips on your neck.
"No more stealing?" He proposed, dawning on you the realization that this was part of a deal.
"Hey, that isn't fair!" You gasped, though you were stopped by the sudden intrusion of another few inches. "But whatever you want, just fuck me."
For all of Sam's high standards of morality, there was a suspiciously devious method to the way he enforced that. It was effective though, you couldn't even be mad at him, you couldn't feel anything other than elated that you were now completely full.
Whether he was teasing or savoring your body you weren't sure, the slow pumping rhythm his hips left you wanting just long enough that your whole body would recoil once you were stuffed again. The embarrassingly helpless sounds coming from your mouth had a blush rising to your cheeks, it was deliciously humiliating to be reduced to a moaning mess while bent over a dumpster like this.
He wasn't being completely quiet either, leaving no secrets about how he was feeling and moaning at the feeling of being half a foot deep inside of you. Wanting to hear more you bucked back against him, meeting him with every thrust and earning louder noises from him.
"Haha, and I thought you were needy before." He jeered, moving his hands down to your ass to give your cheeks a firm squeeze.
Answering with a tight clench of your core as well as hiking your knee onto the dumpster to spread wider, getting the desired reaction of a purr from him. "I'm not the only one."
He grabbed your thigh, pulling out for only a second to flip you around before plunging back in again. This new position had you feeling much more vulnerable, especially with Samuel's hands liberally exploring your body. With the only barrier between your skin and his hands being your dress he pulled the top down, exposing your tits and letting them bounce with every thrust.
In a flash his mouth was on yours, tongue pushing past your lips and tasting every inch until drool was running down your cheeks. Moaning into his mouth at the feeling of being stuffed with his tongue and his cock at the same time, only separating when you couldn't go another second without breathing.
Wanting to do something, anything with your hands you grabbed at his clothes, trying to take his shirt off and get your hands underneath. His muscles flexed when you ran your fingers over them and his breath hitched as you lightly dragged your nails down his pecs. Returning the favor by sliding a hand up your dress, his thumb looked for your sensitive bud and with just one little touch started an orgasm that was rippling through your entire body.
Wrapping shakking your legs around his waist as you felt the wetness bursting out of your core, covering his hands and his cock as you came with a symphony of breathless gasps and whines. If your mind wasn't totally consumed by the skill of his touch you might have felt embarrassed about how much was coming out of you, but given how his movements got firmer with every spurt you could guess that he didn't mind at all.
It was like he knew your body better than you did yourself, rubbing your clit in small circles at the perfect speed to coax one spasm after another out of you. Just when you thought the orgasm would end another mind numbing wave would wash over and you would lose the remaining amount of control you didn't even know you had, making you shout obscenely into the night.
"Samuel. I can't... it's too much." You pathetically whimpered.
"Say my name again bonita." He breathed out, twisting your nipple with his free hand.
"Fuck, Samuel!" You cried out.
Realizing he was also on the brink you put your arms around his shoulders, pulling yourself up so you could whisper in his ear and pant his name over and over. Tugging on his ponytail while he emptied inside of you, pumping you full of more cum with every thrust.
His breath was hot on your neck, and his hands held tightly onto your hips until they nearly bruised the skin. Heat poured into your core and dribbled out slowly, forming a sticky warm puddle beneath you. As he slowed to a stop you eased back in exhaustion, letting his weight rest on you while basking in the feeling of fullness.
Fatigue took your body but unfortunately current surroundings made it impossible to relax, with the clarity to realize just how gross the alleyway was you had to decide where to go now. The feverish kisses Samuel placed all over your body while playing with your exposed breasts made it difficult to get dressed, the first challenge would be finding the will to stop him when his touch felt so good on your sensitive skin.
"You know, you would do really well in this business." You remarked while tracing a line down his chest. "Maybe even better than me."
"Is that supposed to be a compliment?" He questioned, a hint of distain at the implication.
"Of course it is." You answered, pushing him off to straighten out your clothes and hair while he did the same. "If playing Robin Hood doesn't work out for you we could always partner up."
That made him chuckle a little bit as he put an arm around your waist, purring as he leaned in. "I do like one part of that plan."
A smile curved your lips as they met his one last time, Sam didn't even notice that you had started to unsheathe his sword again until it was halfway out. Taking it away before darting off down the alley you laughed at how easy that ended up being, though it wasn't as funny when he started running after you while shouting curses in Portuguese. There was no chance of outrunning him, and you had no intention to. After all, you did make a promise even if it was in the heat of passion and you would be more than happy to give the sword back to him once you lead him to your house.
Hopefully he would give you something else in return.
#metal gear rising#mgr#jetstream sam#metal gear rising revengeance#mgrr#samuel rodrigues#metal gear solid#Jetstream sam x reader#mgr x reader#mgr sam#mgr fanfiction
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For the requests could I get a mf uhhh h hhh h- how would the 4 WoDs react to their S/O falling asleep against them? <:] Could be like, against their shoulder, or on their lap, whichever you find more fun to work with.
YEAHH !!!! sleeby reader and their overprotective war criminal(s) 💕
Exhausted after a mission, your head droops onto Mistral’s shoulder. She doesn't know what to do, her first instinct is to push you off, how dare you drool on her!! But then she gets a good look at your relaxed, sleeping face, and she can’t bear the thought of pushing you off, so she lets you sleep. Will give you the most hell for it and tease you relentlessly, but you notice she’ll always sit closer to you if you yawn.
It’s late already when Monsoon asks if you’ll join him outside, but you join him without a second thought. As time goes on, your eyes become droopier, your shoulders slumping and head lolling to the side, prompting him to look over. Silently, he pats his lap as an invitation for you, to which you accept. One adjustment later and you’re laying in his lap, looking up at him.
Sam is over the moon when he feels your head nuzzle into his neck when cuddling, his hands already instinctively at your sides, rubbing small circles. He’s making sure no one's gonna wake you, accidentally or not, no one will go unpunished! Will not get up to do anything while you’re napping on him, save for if Sundowner or Armstrong calls on him.
Sundowner’s busy doing boss-level paperwork when you find him, shuffling over until you can rest your body against him. He doesn’t really pay you any mind, focusing more on his deadline than to tell you to go to bed, letting you get comfortable against him. He doesn’t do anything until he sees your footing start to falter, only then does he scoop you up and hold you against him, cupping your face oh-so gently and taking in every detail of your sleeping face.
#mistral mgr#monsoon mgr#jetstream sam#samuel rodrigues#sundowner mgr#x reader#mgr headcanons#angel shaped art#hi saint i hope u like these 💗!#i wanna cuddle w/ sam so bad rn......*sob*
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Maid double jumps and wakes up neighbourhood with the clap of his ass cheeks
It's canon that Sam used to do random jobs for the mafia (cleaning and being a bodyguard) so that's where the idea for this came from. It was supposed to be cursed smut but it ended up just being suggestive. Maybe I'll make a cursed raidenxreaderxsam so then you can all enjoy hearing about Sam's massive badonkadonk.
You were disgtued at the pig sty that was formally known as your room. It was then that you decided to do something about it. You searched through your local ads and found a maid for hire. "I need to learn how to clean my room at some point." you thought. You were in your mid thirties and really needed to grow up. Suddenly your doorbell began to ring, clearing you of your thoughts. "That was fast."
You opened the door only to be greeted by the sight of a man who was not only drop dead gorgeous, but also came dressed in a maid outfit. "I take it you are the one who's pipes are in need of service?" To say you were surprised was an understatement. You looked at the newspaper clipping and then back towards the man. "I called the right company right? I'm looking for cleaning services, not a stripper."
"I assure you that I'm quite qualified cutie. I used to clean for the mafia here and there you know." He then walked in like he owned the place while you were somewhat mortified. "Just to be clear, you're not one of those immigrants being exploited for cheap labour are you?" The man laughed. "No miss but I can do this session for free if you'd like." He then winked at you. "Yeah.... No, I'm not really comfortable with that. I'm still going to pay you."
"Alright, you're the boss." He then proceeded to your room and opened your door. "Ay, the smell!" You were embarrassed beyond belief. "Hey, can you just fix it already!" He sighed. "Looks like I'm gonna need to try plan B." Before you could ask him what the hell he was talking about, he doubled jumped out of your house (straight through the roof too. You didn't know how you were going to fix that) and then promptly returned with ten bottles of bleach. You asked him how he did this.
"I'm from Brazil." he said like it's a completely normal thing for him. He the lined up the bottles and used zandatsu to cut them all open at once. Soon bleach began to shed like blood all over your room. "That takes care of the smell. I supposed I better start cleaning yeah?" He then neatly pushed all your trash to one corner and took out a feather duster. "What are you doing?"
"Cleaning. Now don't move, I missed a spot." He then began to clean your face with it. You tried to yell but it was muffled by the duster. "I think I like you better like this." he muttered. Before you could scream at him, the man plopped himself on your bed. "What do you think you're doing!" you shouted. He started to pout. "What about me cleaning your gutters and giving you a happy ending?" You smacked yourself in the face.
"OH MY GOD, I KNEW IT! YOU ARE A STRIPPER!" He clearly took offence to that. "Hey, I'm not a stripper! I'm a male prostitute. And a damn good one at that!" He then pressed him palms on the mattress and spread his legs. He began to clap his massive cheeks like there was no tomorrow and it was so loud that you were pretty sure it woke your neighbours up. "Like what you see?"
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" You dragged him by his pony tail and then took him outside. You put him in a cardboard box and slapped on a shipping label that said "return to sender" and left him by your mailbox.
#samuel rodrigues#jetstream sam#Jetstream sam x reader#samuel rodriguez x reader#mgrr#metal gear rising revengeance#shitpost#mgr sam#crack fic#mgr
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I LOVE MGRR RAIDEN N SAM
IM WILLING TO WRITE REQUESTS FOR SPECIFACALLY THOSE TWO MY LOVES 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶
#raiden mgs#raiden x reader#mgr raiden#mgr raiden x reader#metal gear rising#metal gear raiden#metal gear raiden x reader#metal gear rising revengeance#mgrr#mgrr raiden x reader#jack the ripper x reader#mgr jetstream sam#mgr sam#samuel rodrigues#samuel rodrigues x reader#metal gear x reader#mgrr x reader
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How would Sam, Monsoon, and Sundowner react to getting picked up by their s/o? Like, physically. >:]
i think the only one able to pick up Sundowner would be Derecho...😏
Monsoon: He’s surprisingly dense, it’s all the enhancements. He! Does not react well! Monsoon clings to you at first, thinking you’ll drop him, but he’ll soon calm down. Thinks it’s cute at first, but if he gets bored he’ll segment himself and hover around.
Sam: He’s surprised at first, and flattered! Sam settles nicely in your arms and will let you carry him for as long as you want, he thinks it’s cute! Careful, he’ll take this opportunity to whisper things in your ear, mostly just shit-talking the other Desperado members, but sometimes...😏
Sundowner: How you’ve managed to pick this behemoth of a man up is a mystery, one he has yet to figure out, but! Lo and behold, the big man is in your arms! He’s not too fond of it, always being the person too big to pick up so this is new, but he won’t fight you if you choose to do it again.
#mgr headcanons#monsoon mgr#jetstream sam#Samuel Rodrigues#sundowner mgr#x reader#angel shaped art#💗 queue're the only one i love 💗#i wrote these thinking abt picking them up bridal style cause. its funnier that way#hold them gentle like hamburger....#sams also the type of dude to fuck with you to see if youll lose composer and drop him. which you do and he bitches ENDLESSLY abt#saintapollyon#let the murder plane pick up the large southerner only to suplex him moments later
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Hcs for Sam, Monsoon and Sundowner with a reader that isn't much of a figther but knows how to handle guns
sure thing ‘nonnie 💖 !
Monsoon: Doesn't mind either way, he's confident in your ability to protect yourself.
He'll teach you some basics on hand-to-hand combat, even letting you train with his sais, just in case anyone gets too close or you don't have a firearm.
He does worry from time to time though, so he gets you a copy of one of his sai, not nearly as advanced as his but still deadly and just as useful.
Sam: The most worried out of the three, he knows you're incredible with a gun and there's barely anyone in Desperado that matches your skill, but there's always going to be a threat lingering.
He will teach you hand-to-hand combat, going back to his childhood and learning with his dad in the family dojo, and depending on your skill level he probably won't go easy on you.
In his eyes, there's no point in acting like a sitting duck when you have at least two blunt-force weapons attached to you. If he comes off too strong, tell him and he'll back off, he wants you to protect yourself when he can't but he knows when enough is enough.
Sundowner: Slightly worried, but since he's the team leader, he decides where and what to do with you, so he just kinda. Lets you have your pick of Desperado's arsenal.
No one can get close enough to hit you if you have All The Guns, right? That's how he sees it, and you, with your new anti-material tank-penetrating rifle, agree!
He does still have you at least train with Monsoon, Sam or Mistral periodically to keep your hand-to-hand skills decent, in case any of the enemies slip past everyone's defenses.
#mgr headcanons#monsoon mgr#Samuel Rodrigues#jetstream sam#sundowner mgr#x reader#angel shaped art#💗 queue're the only one i love 💗#sundowner handing u a bazooka: go nuts sweetie :)
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Hcs for the Desperado visiting reader's house that is a cottage with a little farm pls 🧡
yes yes, of course 🥰💖 !!
Mistral: Oh she adores your cottage! She loves the lighting and the quaintness of it, and you can find her hanging out in your garden more often than not. Her personality noticeably shifts as soon as she crosses the threshold of your home, she becomes more domestic, softer, sweeter. It’s a good look on her, and you tell her often, much to her flustered dismay.
Monsoon: Much like Mistral, he loves your cottage! He’s always known you have deeper ties to nature and the world around you than the other Winds, but he wouldn’t have guessed that you lived like this, away from society and the hustle-bustle of the city. Lead him outside, show him the unpolluted night sky, all the stars he can see when outside of the city, he’ll do anything for you.
Sam: Sam packs an easel and his paint supplies when he hears that you want to take him to your cottage, taking this opportunity to decompress and relax with you! Despite being a guest in your house, he insists on cooking for you, the chance to use nothing but fresh ingredients too tempting for him to pass up. He loves how quiet everything is, and he spends hours outside just painting and relaxing.
Sundowner: He’s fairly calm about the situation, but as soon as he sees your farm animals he loses it! He’s going up to your cows and petting them, feeding them, he’s cooing and playing with your chickens, and only has issues with your horse, who tries to bite him. He thinks of them as pets and takes care of them as such, you even let him name the new chicks since he seems so enamored with them!
#mgr headcanons#mistral mgr#monsoon mgr#jetstream sam#Samuel Rodrigues#sundowner mgr#x reader#angel shaped art#💗 queue're the only one i love 💗#they need a vacation...let them rest#sundowners taking a FAT nap on ur cow btw its v sweet
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Hi thanks for opening request again 😊
Could I ask for kissing headcanons for Sam, Monsoon, Armstrong and Sundowner pls 😳
heheheh i gotchu 😩😏
Monsoon: Getting past his helmet his kisses are soft, fleeting and many. He's not the one for drawn-out sessions, they're nice on occasion but not his favorite. Not exactly kissing, but he'll happily rest his forehead against yours for hours on end. Loves kissing the top of your head and your temples.
Sam: Sam kisses a lot, it's definitely one of his favorite ways of expressing affection! He ranges from An Ungodly Amount Of Pecks Throughout The Day or You Are Not Moving From His Lap For An Hour there's no in-between sorry. His favorite places to kiss you are your nose, cheeks and the insides of your wrists.
Sundowner: Honestly likes it when you take charge so he lets you delegate kisses, he's usually too busy with paperwork to go harass you with them. When he is in control his kisses are languid and sweet, the kind where he cups your whole face for full immersion. Likes pressing kisses to your head or the top of your hands.
Armstrong: When he has time away from Work he loves surprising you with a kiss or two! If you manage to snag his glasses you will have his Full Attention, good luck trying to escape >:). Smoke breath, force him to brush his teeth or pop a mint before kissing you. He likes kissing the base of your neck and your forehead.
#mgr headcanons#monsoon mgr#jetstream sam#samuel rodrigues#sundowner mgr#steven armstrong#senator armstrong#x reader#angel shaped art#💗 queue're the only one i love 💗#ohrnskjfdhsjlgf STARS....HRNG...#i have. no experience on this lol so. i asked a friend who knows nothing abt mgrr. they said with their full chest sunnyd was a bottom#im siding w them i wanna push the big man around 😏
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Hey again so happy you opened the inbox ♡♡♡
I really need a part 2 for that ask about the Desperado team dating Armstrong son/daughter but now on Armstrong perspective, how would he react to each one for them dating his offspring? Thanks ♡♡♡
sure thing 😈 !
It all depends on who you end up with, there are Winds Armstrong gets along with better, and there’s ones he doesn’t want to interact with.
Mistral: While Armstrong’s not on the best terms with her, he is happy for you. He believes Mistral is a wonderfully powerful woman who will treat you right despite her cold shell, and she deeply respects and admires your father. However, the reason he isn’t entirely fond of her is that she likes to flaunt her relationship with kisses and holding you, especially in front of him.
Monsoon: Does Armstrong play favorites? Yes, you and Monsoon are proof of this, Monsoon being the easiest Wind he can get along with. Although they don’t agree on everything, your father trusts Monsoon with your happiness, so long as you’re content he is too. However, Monsoon does like going to him for gift ideas or advice, which he gets annoyed with, that’s not his job anymore!
Sam: Oh heavens, Armstrong really doesn’t like the fact you two are together. He still thinks of Sam as nothing more than a pain in his ass, and Sam is moments away from recreating his “interview” from Denver. The two already have a strained relationship, and both of them love you dearly and your happiness is their top priority, but that’s not to say they don’t have their spats. Just keep these two apart for family gatherings and hopefully there won’t be a fight..
Sundowner: Armstrong’s not exactly happy with your choice, but at least he can stand being around Sundowner for extended periods of time. For the most part when they’re left alone they talk business, which Wind is going where and what missions are coming up, maybe they’ll talk about football if nothing else. Lots of uncomfortable silence between the two.
#mistral mgr#monsoon mgr#jetstream sam#samuel rodrigues#sundowner mgr#x reader#senator armstrong#mgr headcanons#angel shaped art#hallo again i have content#sorry for disappearing lol ! no drive no spoons no inspiration#anywho theres gonna be more hold onto ur butts
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Hi!!
Can I ask you for headcannons about a beach day with s/o and desperados?
Love your blog btw! 💕
i’ll let the character limit slide since i love love love this trope ! but please remember my 4 character rule for hcs /pos ! 💖💞
Armstrong had managed to secure a small piece of a beachfront for the crew after a particularly large achievement. Both Monsoon and Sam joke about being in some weird anime while Sundowner grabs and lobs Khamsin into the ocean. Mistral is in the water quicker than anyone expects, and stays in longer than everyone else. Armstrong is taking advantage of this time off to sunbathe and, as he would put it, “Throw around the ol’ pigskin”.
Sam spends the day dragging you into the water with him every hour, chasing Mistral out of the water for scaring you, and sparring with Sundowner. He’ll also be using this opportunity to show off for you, with Monsoon and Khamsin in the back fucking with him.
Monsoon doesn’t go into the water, at all. He’s like a cat in this sense and there is no way you can get him to go in, save for you being in danger. Buries you in sand to make you look like a mermaid, or octopus, or a Gekko.
Mistral leads you into the water with her, not at all being rough like she would with the others. Swimming with her is like another kind of dance, she turns into a whole different creature in the water as she guides you through waves currents.
Sundowner is reliving childhood by building sandcastles! He'll also be playing football-tag with Armstrong and Khamsin, but at least you can participate in sandcastle building without being smushed. His are clumsy-looking, but sturdy enough to survive being next to the waves, much like himself you point out.
Armstrong's relaxing, more than likely, with a new paper or book. Sit next to him, he snuck in drinks for just you two to share! You might be able to convince him to go swimming with you, though it's not his favorite and he won't stay in the water long.
Khamsin likes throwing you into the water, as well as wrecking Sundowner's castles and being a general nuisance. Invites you to play football-tag with him, but only goes easy on you for the first couple of rounds.
The night ends when Khamsin ends up getting stung by a jellyfish, it was funny at first but after a while he kept complaining about the pain, so Armstrong called for a tiltrotor to come 'round to pick everyone up, ruining your plans for a group bonfire :(
#jetstream sam#samuel rodrigues#monsoon mgr#mistral mgr#sundowner mgr#steven armstrong#senator armstrong#khamsin#x reader#mgr headcanons#angel shaped art#does this make sense ? i dunno i havent been to the beach in ages lol#swhat happens when u live in a landlocked state....#anyway everyones wearing Desperado-brand swimwear#im so glad everyone likes these so much !!!! i get worried sometimes#oh yea this was the ask i was testing khamsin out in#:)P
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Blonde twink gets destroyed by the clap of Brazil's ass cheeks
Jet stream Sam:
You like Brazilian chads with dummy thicc thighs that save lives, are an avid listener to bury the light, or have probably never played any other Metal Gear game since you are an avid RaidenxSam shipper who tends to forget or not know that Raiden has a wife (to be fair Rose repeatedly manipulated him and is a terrible cook so obviously Sam is the better choice and you have good taste in husbandos).
First Date:
You were at the local strip club, your boyfriend recently having dumped you. You decided you would go get drunk and watch some hot men dance to ease your troubles. You poured down your tequila and burped. "This better be worth it!" You brought all the cash you had on you which was pathetically small since your only source of income was from working at Wal-Mart.
Suddenly bright lights were flashing in neon colors and for some reason it reminded you of your friends rgb pc setup. "Hey ladies, give it out to our first man of the night, the incredibly sexy Corrente de Jato" Next thing you knew, men and women around you were screaming like they were at a boy band concert. "I guess this guy must be really popular huh?" Soon catchy techno music was blasting and out came a rugged yet chiseled man.
"Lets dance!" He began taking off his clothes and was soon only wearing a thong, not leaving much to the imagination. His rythmn matched the beat and you had to admit that he was pretty good because he could do some wicked moves on that dance pole. The money started pouring in. "Yes, yes I like this!" the man thought. In the corner of the room a slight growl could faintly be heard. There was a lone cardboard box. Underneath of course was none of then Raiden.
"That bastard! So this is what he's been up to? Well I think it's time to make my entrance!" He slowly crept to the front of the row. "What the hell is that?" Raiden was bumping into more people than someone playing bumper cars so everyone eventually took notice and stopped paying attention to Sam. "Shit! I think I've been compromised. Alright, plan b!" He tore away the box and revealed himself.
"Raiden? Is that You? What on earth are you doing here!?" The cyborg pointed his blade at the Brazilian man. "I'm the one that should be asking you that! This sword is a tool of justice but tonight I shall prove that I'm the victor!" Samuel laughed. "By all means pretty boy, if you think this is so easy then why don't you try it yourself?" Raiden took this as a challenge and entered the spotlight. "Alright. Girls like hot guys with accents rights? I think I've got this."
He readjusted his sombrero. "Hola, putas! Se habla español." An angry woman threw her beer bottle at him. "TAKE IT OFF!" He tapped the mic. "Please bear with me ladies and gentlemen, the show will start momentarily. El elemento por favor!" He tore off his suit and smirked. "WHERE IS IT?" Raiden thought he was doing everything right. "Huh?" The crowd was getting restless. "WHERE'S HIS DICK!" Just before Raiden could protest and trauma dump to the entire audience about how the patriots removed most of his body, Sam interjected.
"Hey, why don't we get back to dancing!" The boos turned back into cheers and then Raiden noticed the difference in the crowds reactions. He decided to give dancing a shot. He may be Liberian but he is 100% white with the way he danced. "GET HIM OFF THE STAGE!" Raiden was starting to get angry. "YOU GUYS JUST DON'T APPRECIATE THE ROBOT! BESIDES, WHAT'S HE HAVE THAT I DON'T!"
In unison the drunk patrons began yelling "NO DICK! NO DICK! NO DICK! NO DICK!" The cyborg sighed. He began to feel himself losing to Jack the ripper. "Fuck this, I'll just kill Sam and go home." he thought. Raiden tore the dance pole down and began to use it like L'Etranger. He went to stab Sam but the man managed to parry him. "WHY WON'T YOU DIE!?" he screamed. Unfortunately for Raiden, he was oblivious to the fact that Samuel hadn't been dancing at all but had been doing capoeira.
"SHOW ME A GOOD TIME JACK!" Everyone began to evacuate as the two men battled and the speakers began to play the only thing I know for real. The building was soon turned into rubble and the men lay there motionless, panting. "Well I'm out of a job now blondie so you better find me some work." Raiden let out a loud "GOD DAMNIIIIIIT!" and curled into the fetal position. He didn't want to deal with this shit again.
#samuel rodrigues#jetstream sam#raiden mgr#mgrr#metal gear rising revengeance#shitpost#Barely x reader#Mgr
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Hi thnks for opening requestvagain. Throwing a party hcs for the Desperado (Sam, Armstrong, Sundowner) thanks you
of course of course 💞 !
Sam: Good luck keeping the party a secret from him, Sam hears everything through the grapevine, being chummy with the right people grants you that information. He’s delighted, and gets to work on his “surprised face” before the party. During the party he’s having a blast! Gets drunk and challenges various people to karaoke. Who brought the karaoke machine, no one knows, but it’s there now and Sam will not get off the mic.
Sundowner: Plan a big party, please, for your own sake. As soon as Sundowner hears he’s getting a party, he tells his whole family. Might actually suggest ideas to you, something outdoorsy and with a lot of food. Might have a beer or two, but he won’t go Wild like he used to! Roughhouses with the older kids and acts as a jungle gym for the younger kids. Master of the grill, doesn’t let anyone near it when he’s cooking.
Armstrong: Nothing is secret with Armstrong, he already knew of the party you were planning well before you even thought of telling anyone. Appreciates the gesture, but if his schedule doesn’t line up he’ll have to decline staying for too long. If he does stay a while, he’s avoiding all alcohol and the like, he doesn’t like the feeling of being drunk, not being a master of his own body.
#jetstream sam#samuel rodrigues#sundowner#steven armstrong#senator armstrong#x reader#mgr headcanons#angel shaped art#okok last post. my brain is mush now#sam deserves a nice party but also deserves to just Let Loose yknow
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Dating Headcanons please:
Desperado team (Sam,Monsoon, Mistral and Sundowner) falling in love and dating reader who is Armstrong's daughter/son 😳
an interesting request, i like it !! it’s not as fluffy as the others, but still sweet 🧡
Sam keeps his distance at first, watching you from afar, judging you and deciphering your true intentions. He doesn't want to get close due to the fact he's still bitter because your dad got him into this mess. After he gets over that and gets to know you, he can't help but fall for you. You're so different, you're kind to him and don't boss him around nearly as much as he thought you would. He's your confidante, whatever mischief you want/need to get into, or out of, he's your man!
Monsoon is the only one of the Winds that isn't surprised by your existence, Armstrong trusting him with the information of his child. He's fond of you, at first he thought it was because you're his boss' kid, but as time went on he's grown to just enjoy your presence, you’re far more relaxed than your dad, but just as sharp and witty, able to keep up with Monsoon’s philosophical tangents. Always the first to volunteer to take you home when you’re finally introduced to the rest of the team and tends to shadow you.
Mistral’s surprised at first, but shakes it off in lieu of investigating you. She’s curious, and stalks you like a cat, you’re gonna have to make the first move. Once you do, she’s quick to warm up to you, she appreciates your different view on the world and likes hearing your thoughts. She’s also curious how growing up and life with Armstrong as a father was. You’ll know you’re getting somewhere when she starts trading family stories with you. She’ll also send her Dwarf Gekkos to check on you if she’s out on a mission, though she’ll never admit it.
Sundowner met you by chance when he was in the process of redecorating the Denver building’s lobby, you stopping by on Armstrong’s request and to help out. Initially didn’t know you two were related, so he sort of brushes you off at first. Over time the pieces start to fall into place, and he gets a little worried he was rude during your first encounter. You brush his apology off with a laugh, and he’s hooked, seeing you in an entirely new light. He’s your shield, absolutely no one is going to be able to hurt you with him around.
#jetstream sam#samuel rodrigues#monsoon mgr#mistral mgr#sundowner mgr#x reader#mgr headcanons#angel shaped art#theres a slight. power imbalance. but i dont think its that big a deal its fine#i liked thinking abt the relationship between reader and sam in particular...the angst potential..rivals to lovers#focused on fluff but ! the idea is there. lingering....#im rambling dont read these#hope u like these anon <3 !
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i may need to be bonked for asking another but // can have hcs for platonic intimacy {{physical // emotional // mental}} w/ mon and sam pls?
no need to be bonked dear request as much as you like >:) 💗 !!!
Monsoon: Quality time is something Monsoon treasures over everything, it's one of those things he can't get back
He likes quizzing you! You two play lots of games like Trivial Pursuit, Balderdash, Wits and Wagers, or you'll boot up Jackbox and play something with the rest of Desperado
The majority of texts sent between the two of you are actually just pictures. He'll send you plants he sees on missions or something else that tickles your fancy, and you send him pictures of lizards you found in Denver or of the scenery around you. Memes too, of course.
Monsoon has a small grow area he takes care of, that he'll happily let you watch over when he's gone. His pride and joy is a small bonsai tree he's had for 6-7 years, that's the only plant he won't let you touch.
Despite everything becoming digital, he genuinely likes the aesthetics and smell of books. It's a little redundant to keep so many, especially since he has them all digitally downloaded, but you still collect them for him if you notice he doesn't have one on his shelf yet.
Sam: Like Monsoon, Sam loves just spending time around you, but he won't shy away from physical touch!
Will pick you up and carry you for fun, usually slinging you over his shoulder or fireman carrying you. He'll do it out of the blue, he thinks your surprised face is funny.
Sam is an active man, but he's also artsy! When he's not planning out your next outdoor adventure, you can usually find him fiddling with something at his desk.
You two can spend hours doing jigsaw puzzles, both taking turns on who gets to pick out the next picture you do!
Slaps sticky notes on everything, most with little reminders that he's proud of you and that you're doing incredible, with embellished drawings of scenery around the corners, but sometimes it'll just be random shit. You found a sticky note on your back that read "Pot Roast" with a small pig drawn on it, he still hasn't explained that one.
#mgr headcanons#monsoon mgr#Samuel Rodrigues#jetstream sam#x reader#platonic headcanons#angel shaped art#💗 queue're the only one i love 💗#OOOUAAAAAAA !!! sorry i kinda !! died for a month lol#i meant to make a post but....the days dragged on n i got worried#BUT I WILL MAKE A POST......for a different reason#also hello again tumblr user 976-azquee i missed u !!
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Can I request a musician/idol s/o for Sam, Mistral, Sundowner and Sunny (as a friend ofc!)?Kinda like an s/o slash friend who is a member of a music group like More! More! Jump! and Vivid Bad Squad from Project Sekai? ❤️❤️❤️
anon whoever you are i owe you my LIFE thank you for introducing me to More! More! Jump!
Mistral surprisingly likes your music, stumbling upon your group by accident. She’s pretty much memorized your voice by now, and instantly recognizes your distinct vocal range. She doesn’t go out and get everything with your stage name on it, but she does get VIP tickets to see you perform live for every show!
Sam and Sunny are gonna be your biggest fans! Sunny loves all the neat outfits you get to wear, and asks to wear them sometimes! She’ll watch all of your performances, supporting you 1000%, getting her hands on as much merch of yours as she can, with Otacon’s help of course.
Sam is a secret idol enjoyer, the energy they bring in their songs gets him more pumped than anything else, so when he heard about your group he was surprised he hasn’t heard of them yet! Listens to all of your songs religiously, and much like Sunny he’ll get as much merch as he can get, while trying to keep it hidden from his Desperado coworkers. He will take care of you after every show, water and food, a change of clothes, whatever you need!
Sundowner isn’t the biggest fan of the genre, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy watching you perform. Secretly has bought at least 4 pieces of your merch, will not tell anyone about it and will be almost embarrassed when caught! He will act as your bodyguard, even if you have your own he will be there.
#mistral mgr#jetstream sam#samuel rodrigues#sundowner mgr#x reader#sunny emmerich#mgr headcanons#angel shaped art#meiko is my all time favorite vocaloid tbh AND SHE'S IN. MMJ AAAAGHFGSDKALFGDF#anything u want anon i pledge my life to u ty ty ty for this blessing
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