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hey vro.... wouldnt it be silly if. if i requested a scene noob layou- explodes immediately /silly
oh so kindly looking at you like this /silly
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hello!!! mgs4 raiden requester back!! <3
i was wondering if you could do any angst (to maybe nsfw if it fits) around a fem reader & raiden, reuniting again after they lost contact after the events of mgs2. potentially working with the cybernetic/scientist reader again seeing how their work was used by the patriots to experiment on raiden and turn him into what we know in mgs4
take your time!! i genuinely love reading your stuff even if im not into/played the same media <3
Thank you! That makes me so happy to hear š I hope you enjoy, and have a great day.
What have they done to you (MGS4! Raiden x Fem!Cyberneticist!Reader angst)
"Doctor Y/N," A guard said, striding into your laboratory and over to the desk you were seated at. "There's a visitor come to see you."
Groaning softly, you reached up and massaged your eyes, which felt heavier and more fatigued than they should have been. Ever since yo learned your boyfriend Raiden had been captured by the Patriots, you had gotten very little sleep.
"Who is it?" You drawled, too tired to meet the guard's eyes.
"A cyborg," The guard responded, sounding somewhat worried. "He won't give his name."
"A cyborg?" You repeated, rising from your seat in awe. "Where is he from? Not the Patriots, I hope."
"I'm not sure," Replied the guard. "He bears no identification, and as I said before, refuses to give his name."
Several thoughts traveled through your mind. This could be a trap; the cyborg could be an assassin sent to off you, or he could be someone willing to contribute to your research. If this was the case, you couldn't let such a glorious opportunity slip by.
"Send him in."
The guard nodded and ducked out of the room. Seconds later, the door opened again, and a lean man in a black cloak strode into the room. The lower half of his face was almost entirely encased in metal, but his eyes were so familiar. So, so familiar. You knew those blue eyes; you recognized the dormant sadness hidden deep within them. You were sure you knew who this person was, but for some unexplainable reason, you still felt the need to ask. After all, it had been so long since you'd seen them--and the Patriots were know for deception--why should you believe he'd returned to you now?
"Who...who are you?" You inquired, nervously. The cyborg stared blankly at you, as if he hadn't heard your question. A few moments later, he opened his metal mouth and spoke.
"You don't recognize me?"
"No...I...I do," You mumbled, clasping your hands together. "I just...can't believe it's really you..." The cyborg nodded, continuing to stare ahead with that blank, almost dead-looking expression. You tried your best to meet his gaze, but it was so intense, so unsettling, you couldn't keep it up for long. Averting your eyes in both fear and shame, you let out a sigh.
"Raiden, what have they done to you?"
Raiden did not respond. He just kept his bluish-gray eyes fixated on you like a laser beam. You didn't know what to do now; you had nothing to say. The pain on Raiden's face told you everything you needed to know--that he was hurting, that he was afraid, and that he needed someone to lean on.
Almost automatically, you started edging closer and closer to him, your arms reaching out to wrap around his shoulders. You wanted to hug him, and he clearly needed a hug, but for some reason, he backed away.
"Don't touch me." He said, coldly.
"Why, what did I do?" You asked, voice quavering.
"It was your tech that they used. Your inventions," Raiden explained. It took you a minute to realize he was referring to your work regarding cyborg enhancements, though you had no idea how the Patriots managed to get their hands on it.
"How...?" You whispered, in unbelief. "How did they...?"
"They captured other cyborgs, ones you upgraded," Raiden continued, still staring ahead with that blank expression. "Then they broke 'em apart, dissected every joint, and figured out how to make the parts themselves."
"Oh my God...Raiden..." You were too stunned to form a coherent sentence. Your hard work, your research, your ingenuity, had been stolen by evil people and user to forcibly modify your entire reason for doing all this. The shock was too much; it made your head spin and you knees weak. You sank into a nearby chair, your head in your hands.
"The excision was very painful." Raiden announced, adding to your distress.
"My God...what have I done?" You muttered, too ashamed of yourself to so much as look through man in the eye. "What have I done? What have I done?"
Eventually you pulled yourself together, straightened up, and sighed.
"I'm sorry, Raiden," You told him, tears streaming down your face. "I'm so...so...sorry...I never wanted this to happen, ever...I...I only became a cyberneticist so I could do good and make contributions, not for this..."
For a moment, Raiden's stony expression melted into one of genuine sorrow. It seemed that if he had tear ducts left, he would be crying. You never wanted to hold him so badly in your life.
Completely disregarding what he said earlier, you ran forwards and threw your arms around his neck, sobbing and squeezing him as tightly as you could. You didn't care that his metal body was ice cold, and that the various ridges and spikes on his skeleton poked and prodded your sides. You just wanted to embrace him and let him know you still loved him no matter what, and that nothing could change that.
"I love you, Raiden," You kept repeating, clinging onto him and refusing to let go. "I love you so, so much."
It took him several moments, but Raiden eventually snaked his arms around your waist and held you close with enthusiasm double that of yours.
"I...I...love you too..."
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Sex with Hopper in his cruiser would include:
How about a witch Reader x Tommy Shelby again but she just save John with magic and kill the enemies [ I know I massage you this request in private massage but I feel like you forget my request š„ŗ anyways have a good goodie day love! ]
I didnāt! I put it in a draft I just have yet to finish it. Thank you for sending it in an ask though, it helps! Just in case or something, ya know?
