You can call me Boots. 29. Just writing horny, kinky thoughts about old MGS men.
Smutty ideas/Short Fanfic
This is really just a place for me to be a pervert in peace.
Obviously NSFW, MDNI
Hello! I am new here. Just a snake called Boots. I have been a lurker for years and finally wanted to make a place for myself to try and get me to write fan fiction eventually. I have some Master Miller X Reader, Ocelot x Reader, and Solimiller fics in the works. Starting by posting my horny blurbs.
Give me a follow if you want to see some smutty old man text posts pop up on your feed. Warning will be Kinky/BDSM. Mostly light, will add warning tags if I get more extreme.
I mostly am focusing on the War Criminal Dilfs:
Ocelot, Kazuhira, Big Boss, and Venom
Will be a mix of them together and some Character X Reader. It will be mostly trans male readers' POVs/female anatomy. It's what I got, so it's what I know and fantasize about.
Anyway nice to meet you - I'm just a friendly little snake in your boot!
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Sitting here imagining having a shit day and breaking into Miller's liquor cabinet and drinking half a bottle of his most expensive whiskey because you just want to feel something good.
He comes home to find you drunk and horny as fuck, wanting him to fuck the bad thoughts out of your head. He’s pissed about the whiskey, but decides he will indulge you tonight and punish you tomorrow. He had a rough day, too. Might as well blow off some steam.
Okay, so I absolutely don't have a seven-page Master Miller x Trans Male Reader fic based on this in my drafts.
I love the idea of him putting you in a vulnerable situation and using your desperation to interrogate you. Usually, he's got his face or his fingers between your legs.
There is something about an old horny man drunk and eating you out, sloppy as hell, that really gets me going. Also, the reader struggles with eye contact and is embarrassed easily.
Sneak Peak under the cut.
“Oh, good boy. You're already so wet.” Miller murmured into you. His hot tongue slid over you through the fabric. The sudden sensitive touch made you shudder.
“You were thinking about me coming home all evening, weren’t you?” Miller looked up at you with those pale eyes. This time they were filled with an unusually sweet softness.
“Were you thinking about me eating your cunt?” He snorted, giving you that stupid goofy grin. Well, now you have to look away. Fucking embarrassing. You can tell he’s proud of himself too. Miller loved how easily he could make you blush and lose your composure.
“What else were you thinking about?” He is stalling on purpose. He loved to make you wait. It would make you oh so much more desperate and delicious later. That smirk on his face meant he knew he had all the power.
“I thought about you fucking me. ” You blurt out. This was so embarrassing. You just wanted him to stop interrogating you and get on with it.
“Did you now?” Miller's face lit up. He might seem old, stubborn, and emotionally untouchable, but you knew he loved some praise and a solid ego boost. Nothing felt better for him than knowing he had something young and handsome just desperate for his attention. It was nice to see him smile for once, so you thought you would give him some more.
“I thought about you fucking me until I couldn’t think anymore.” You continued; it wasn’t a lie. You were so tired of all the thoughts plaguing you all day; you just wanted to focus on him. You wanted to have no other focus than his body, his voice, his orders.
“Did you touch yourself?” His metal hand came up to rub you through the satin fabric. The cold of the metal pressed into you. It sent an electric shock through your body
“Stop, don’t ask me that weirdo!” You spat back. Miller always knew how to make you a blubbering mess. He knew you got embarrassed talking about pleasing yourself. You felt pathetic for getting wet at the mere thought of him. You wanted to hide it.
“Please, just fuck me or something. Stop asking questions, you old pervert!” It came out a little more aggressive than you wanted.
Normally, Miller would push his little interrogation further. He’d climb on top of you and put his whole weight on you, his lips right next to your ear.
He’d ask you again: did you touch yourself when you thought of him? Then he would grind his hips into you, feeling how you shudder at his force. You would feel how stiff he was as he rolled into you. The questioning would begin again.
Did you slip your hands between your thighs when you thought of him hard and pressed against you like this? Did you let out little huffs and moans when you thought of him stretching you and filling you as far as you could take it?
He would grind into you again before he would continue. Did you cum as you thought about his hands on you? On your neck, your chest, and your ass?
He wanted to know how uncontrollably obsessed with him you were. He wanted to drink in every pathetic answer you had for him. Miller already knew what you were doing; he just wanted to hear you admit it.
Today, he was going to let it go. He wasn’t going to push you. Tomorrow he could be more demanding.
Snippet from a Solimiller smut fic I'm working on:
Classic Solimiller fic using this as practice, so nothing new. Just adding my favorite details. I just know David loves the taste of cigarette ash.
Fic under the cut. It got way longer than I meant it to. This is only a portion of the whole thing. TW: Abuse of power, Dom/Sub, Implied Impact Play, Cig Ashing, Boot Fetish
Summary: David wants attention; David acts like a brat. Miller gives him what he wants, and what he wants is a firm hand and discipline. David decides to get caught with cigarettes and be extra bratty about it. This is a bit of what happens after the “training session”:
Miller sat back in his chair letting the room grow quiet as his gaze looked down at his little project sitting so patiently and obediently at his feet. His eyes flicked between his Master's face and boots. He knew what the mutt wanted.
“You took it well today…. I might have an iron fist, but a weak heart when it comes to you. Something adorable about your patheticness…” Miller huffed reaching down to run his hand through David's hair. This time he was soft and gentle. A lot different than the way he gripped his hair in his metal fist, just a few minutes ago.
David couldn’t help, but let out a little happy sigh, closing his eyes to focus on the feeling of his master's sweet touch. Now was his favorite part of a discipline session, the reward.
“I respect a man who can take his lashings.” Miller’s voice was so much smoother than before, any anger had left his system.
The younger soldier looked up at him from his place on his knees below Miller. He looked so happy, like he had been waiting all week for a bit of praise from his master. The boy knew how to piss him off, but he also knew how to please him and all David wanted to do now was please.
“I’m going to sit here and smoke your fucking sin. You can use my boot as you please.” Miller took one cigarette out of David’s pack leaning back in his chair and pulling out the lighter he also confiscated.
“Yes sir.” David replied quickly. Miller saw the soldier perk up immediately.
Miller could see his puppy eyes looking at him pleading like a dog when he sits for a treat. It made Miller smile. He wanted that cigarette bad.
“Any mess you make you have to clean up… standard rules,” Miller added, flicking the lighter ablaze and slowly lighting the end of the cig. He drew in slowly, letting the smoke pool on his tongue before blowing out a long stream.
“Yes, sir.” David repeated. His eyes followed the stream of smoke as it curled into the air.
Miller took another puff, drawing just as slowly as before. He loved to see how desperate the boy looked. He wondered if the younger man could see his faded eyes locked on him behind the dark frames. Now that was something he wasn’t going to get just yet.
“Don’t waste time, I used to suck them down fast.…. Not the only thing I used to suck down.” Miller laughed. He’d been right where the younger man was decades ago. It was interesting to be on this side of the equation now. Though it meant he knew how the mutt wanted to be treated.
Miller kicked out his boot and wiggled the toe at David, inviting him to take his place. David quickly positioned himself. Straddling the heavy combat boot. Pressing himself against it eagerly.
David wraps himself like a boa constrictor around his master's leather and lace. Pressing himself as desperately against the older man as he could. His arms wrapped pathetically around his calf, his head resting in his lap, cheek pressed to his thigh. One cold metal hand ran icey fingertips down his scalp. The hair on the back of his neck stood up at the touch.
He began to rut, slowly at first. A little timid about the sensation. His ass was still on fire from Miller’s belt and he knew it was going to bruise. He had no clue how he would hide it in the showers. Not that he was upset about that. Everyone knew he got special training.
As he rode his master’s boot he began to let out little pathetic whines, he couldn’t help himself. He had been dreaming about this all week. David had been hard since before Miller even had his hand on his throat. The pressure felt so good as he picked up his sloppy pace. He pressed his face and mouth into Miller's thigh attempting to muffle himself. He knew he couldn’t stop it.
“You remind me of myself. I needed someone to put that attitude in place.” Miller scoffed. He just wasn’t going to tell David it had been his father.
Miller hated how soft he wanted to be to him. The little shit was a good kid at the end of the day. His fathers personality only came through in his occasional spit back and his incessant commitment to nicotine.
“Your a good boy you know that.” Miller continued to pet the obedient little mutt's hair. It was so soft and well maintained even with his shaggy cut. It should be clipped to regulation length, but Miller let it slide. There was more to grip onto.
David looked up at him with those sweet eyes. They looked like John’s, but pure. Untainted by pain and responsibility. He loved the praise, Miller had been in his place before. Which meant he knew that this little session had been David's plan all along.
“Stop.” The older man brought out his drill sergeant voice.
David slowed down. But it felt so fucking good, he couldn't help himself from continuing to rub, he was getting so close, finally so fucking close.
“I said stop, boy, or I will put you over my knee again!" Miller snapped. David knew that the threat was real. He considered it, but he would like the option to sit down this week. His ass was already turning purple and was going to stay that way for days. He was happy with that. He wants a reminder that his master cared.
“Open your mouth” Miller ordered and David did as he was told. If he had dog ears they would be standing at attention.
“Is this what you wanted?” Miller grabs him by the jaw with his metal hand, squeezing open his mouth. The older man leans down, blowing smoke right past David's lips. The boy breathes it in like it's the first breath of fresh air he’s ever had.
“Yes sir. Thank you sir.” David yipped gratefully. Miller chuckled. Was the nicotine addiction hereditary?
“Stick out your tongue.” Miller ordered again.
Of course, the good little soldier complied immediately. Arching his back as he straightened up into a more formal position. He was curious what his master wanted his mouth for.
Miller took another drag of the cigarette before moving his hand over the boy's eager face. He can see he’s salivating, spit pooling at the end of his tongue. Normally, it would be his cock that the mutt’s mouth was begging for.
He flicked the cigarette, letting the ash fall onto David's tongue. The soldier flinched a bit as it hit, but kept his composure like he knew he should.
“Now close and swallow.”
And David did just that. Letting the bitter taste wash its way down his throat. He liked how the heat stung his tongue and the grit of the ash coated his mouth.
“Good boy…” Miller said in the sweetest tone he was capable of.
David looked up at him his eyes were sparkling from the praise. He was starting to feel a little bad for the beating he had just given him, but he had something to ask before he let the guilt sink in.
This next part, Miller wanted an honest answer for. He reached up and took off his glasses. His pale eyes were a treat only for those he trusted. He knew David loved to see them; it made Miller feel a bit better about them. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was self-conscious.
He also knew David had a tendency to break eye contact when he lied or was ashamed of something. That habit got even worse when he knew his Master was looking directly at him. Those eyes intimated and mystified him all at once.
“Now tell me, did you mean to get caught?” Miller’s voice was calm, but firm. This was not the time to lie, he had just gotten his master's praise. David was beginning to feel ashamed none the less. Whatever bratty behavior the time spent away from his master had brought up was gone now.
There it was, that pathetic little face and the flick of his eyes to the left. Miller smirked. So god damn cute.
David opened his mouth to answer and then closed it again.
“Did you?” Miller raised a brow, his voice rising.
David was still quiet. He kept his eyes on the space just beyond Miller's shoulder. He couldn’t stand to see disappointment in his master’s eyes.
“Tell me the truth, I’m getting impatient, boy.” His tone was getting sharper. David knew he did not have much time until Miller would get the truth out of him another way.
“Maybe…. “ David gathered his courage and looked back into those beautiful pale eyes, “I really wanted the cigarettes…… I also missed your firm hand…. a part of me needed it….. I don’t know how to have self-discipline without you.”
“Are you telling me the truth?” Miller raised an eyebrow. He knew the boy was, he had been the boy before. How many times had he let John catch him being a whore with the new recruits at MSF and gotten himself a little discipline? He felt a little pride at his perfect student admitting he needed him. He knew he would have to teach the younger man to grow out of that for his own good, but selfishly, he always wanted to be there to mold him into a perfect soldier.
“Yes sir.” David replied, desperate for praise, desperate to be a good boy again. Desperate to be told he could finish his reward.
“So this isn’t much of a punishment is it.” Miller clicks his tongue, “ I will have to come up with something else for tomorrow.”
This was not supposed to be this long, I just really wanted the ashing scene. This is my first ever fanfiction and I'm sorry as fuck if the formatting or editing is off. We are learning here.
Thanks for reading :) I will hopefully finish the full thing soon.
If I ever have time, I want to write a long-form Solimiller fic, but for now, just little bits:
I love the idea of before they get together. David sneaks off base to go try and cruise for the first time at a gay bar, and surprise, surprise, Miller is there. He makes sure David doesn't see him the whole night. Miller is gonna spend the entire time cock blocking and scaring away any man that tries to flirt with David when the boy's back is turned. Which is about half the club.
Later in the night, when he turns back around from the bar with his drink in hand and is face-to-face with his instructor. He nearly has a heart attack. Miller couldn't take seeing all these old pervs pawing at his David. (Miller your an old perv too)
Miller looks pissed as hell, making the same stiff frowning expression he does in training. David is gonna get a lecture in the alleyway, not dick, and his ass is sent right back to base.
Okay so I’m writing it. I always love exploring conflicted Miller stuck between feelings he doesn't want to accept and the responsibilities he has. I like to think after lecturing him he drives David back to base to make sure he’s safe. There are emotions building in him the whole time that piss him off, but he can’t help it. He goes straight back to the bar to try and make himself forget.
Miller tried not to think about him as he drove back to the club. He tried not to think about him as he ordered a double shot of Jack at the bar. Then a third. He tried not to think about him as he pounded some random twunk in the bathroom stall. Of course, it had to be a brunette with shaggy hair. Of fucking course. He tried not to think about how he wished it were David. He wished it were his soft moans he was hearing. He wished it were his warm body he was pressed against.
Might make this that AA modern au I was thinking of earlier today.
Suddenly got obsessed with the idea of a modern AU Solimiller slow burn, with Miller and David meeting in AA. Miller is a war veteran in his late 50s. He's been sober for 7 years and has slowly been rebuilding his life after a messy divorce.
David is 25 and has been an alcoholic since he was 19. He was an army brat with daddy issues from a cold and distant father. He had left home at 22 after a big fight with his dad, which left them not on speaking terms. His drinking started in high school as a way to act up, and got worse after he cut ties with his dad.
Miller sees himself in the boy and offers to be his sponsor, but he didn't expect the younger man to end up reminding him so much of his ex from his military days.
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If I ever have time, I want to write a long-form Solimiller fic, but for now, just little bits:
I love the idea of before they get together. David sneaks off base to go try and cruise for the first time at a gay bar, and surprise, surprise, Miller is there. He makes sure David doesn't see him the whole night. Miller is gonna spend the entire time cock blocking and scaring away any man that tries to flirt with David when the boy's back is turned. Which is about half the club.
Later in the night, when he turns back around from the bar with his drink in hand and is face-to-face with his instructor. He nearly has a heart attack. Miller couldn't take seeing all these old pervs pawing at his David. (Miller your an old perv too)
Miller looks pissed as hell, making the same stiff frowning expression he does in training. David is gonna get a lecture in the alleyway, not dick, and his ass is sent right back to base.
I love the idea of being tiny in Ocelot’s leather-gloved hands. The warm leather would be fun to lie down against, and I bet he likes it when you bite it and leave little marks all over. The gloves are soft and smell of gun oil. I think he would love just holding you in his hand and getting to observe every angle of you.
He probably makes fun of you when you start to rub against the leather on his pointer finger. It's funny to him to see you grind desperately in his hand.
He's the type of bitch to put you in a jar on his desk, but for scientific reasons, not sexual ones. He's gonna pull out a magnifying glass.
Sitting here imagining having a shit day and breaking into Miller's liquor cabinet and drinking half a bottle of his most expensive whiskey because you just want to feel something good.
He comes home to find you drunk and horny as fuck, wanting him to fuck the bad thoughts out of your head. He’s pissed about the whiskey, but decides he will indulge you tonight and punish you tomorrow. He had a rough day, too. Might as well blow off some steam.
Can’t stop thinking about Master Miller making you pick your own punishment after you get caught fucking up in one way or another. Making you choose is part of the punishment (or reward if you're a bratty bitch).
He is curious what you will pick, it’s part of him studying you, so he knows how to train you better. Are you picking what you deserve or what is easiest to endure? Are you taking your beatings like a man?
While you get to choose the method, you won’t choose how severe the carrying out of it will be. He is also trying to figure out which one you’re actually just enjoying.
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