#vamp x reader

rip darling 🕊

he makes many small bites and licks at the wounds. he is more of a snacker unless he's been able to feed for a long time.

vampire bats are polygynous, so it's safe to say that vampire bat! vamp is polyamorous. he's okay with having a fling or two if it means a more willing participant/participants to feed on. his other partners are ones you won't know about. they're more useful for information. he does not share you.

uses his eyesight to track your optical patterns and learn the physical signs that match your emotional impulses. he stares a lot because of this. it's pretty unnerving but also feels protective, if not a bit possessive.

smells your hormone changes, also hears your organs and bloodstream

he won't explain mutual grooming to you. he'll simply start helping you, expecting you to do the same in return. occasionally he'll look at your stomach, lifting your shirt up to determine if you need to eat.

his saliva keeps your blood from clotting so he always has to wipe it away after he's done feeding.

📦 How would he be like in sex?

Characters: Jetstream Sam, Vamp, Liquid Snake.

Content warnings: Sexual content, suggestive lenguage, oral sex, female reader insert, +18.

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Jetstream Sam:

Jetstream Sam steps closer to you without asking for permission, moving with that trademark boldness of his, one hand coming to rest on your waist.

—Well now… —he says in that dangerous, sensual accent of his—. I wasn’t expecting to find something this interesting today. If you decide to come with me… —his eyes travel over the bare skin of your cleavage—. I promise to make the night worthwhile.

His smile sharpens slightly, as if he’d been waiting for this moment all along.

—Is that a yes I see on your lips?  —he murmurs, savoring the sweet “yes” you’ve just given him —. How naive…

His voice drops lower, darker.

—I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me. Come with me.

He offers you his hand, not in a gentle gesture, but as a challenge. A silent “dare”.

He leads you down the hall to his room and throws you onto the bed.

—Now you can't run away... —he says, leaning over you.

He tears off your clothes fiercely and turns you around. He approaches from behind, dominant, and grabs the back of your neck, forcing you to lift your body, getting you on all four.

—Spread your legs wide.

Without warning, he thrusts it in. Your back tenses from the impact, and you can't help but let out a heart-wrenching moan. He pounds into you, mercilessly. He plunges his cock deep inside your cunt, pounding to the very bottom; again and again and again. Pleasure overwhelms you; you're breathless and feel like you're about to pass out.

—You like it like this, huh, slut? —he growls, now pulling your hair.

He starts whipping you: sharp, resounding blows. Your skin reddens and burns against the cold metal of his cybernetic hands. And just as you're about to reach orgasm, he pulls it out, depriving you of it.

—Get over there. Like that, on your back —he orders.

You lie on the edge of the bed, your head dangling toward the floor, ready to be fucked by him.

—Oooh, fuck. So tight —he howls, thrusting until he touches your uvula.

He leaves you no choice but to swallow it all. You can barely breathe and can't help but shed a few tears. He speeds up, with a frenzied rhythm, so intense it feels like he's going to tear you apart.

—Don't even think about pulling out now! Arf… Here it comes! I'm coming… —he roars, convulsing.

He fills your throat with his semen, so abundant that it makes you gag and overflows down your chin and neck, reaching your shoulders.

—You didn't do too badly… not badly at all, you whore.

And you… you simply nod, obedient.

❗Spanish ver.

Jetstream Sam se acerca a ti sin pedir permiso, avanzando con ese descaro que lo caracteriza, posando una mano en tu cintura.

—Vaya… —dice con su acento sensual y peligroso—. No esperaba encontrar algo tan interesante hoy. Si decides venir conmigo… —sus ojos recorren la piel desnuda de tu escote—. Prometo hacer que la noche valga la pena.

Su sonrisa se afila un poco más, como si llevara tiempo esperando este momento.

—¿Eso que veo en tus labios es un sí? —murmura, saboreando el dulce “sí” que acabas de concederle—. Qué ingenua…

Su voz baja un tono, más grave.

—Sabía que no me decepcionarías. Ven conmigo.

Te ofrece la mano, pero no con un gesto dulce. Es más bien un desafío, un “atrévete”.

Te guía por el pasillo hasta su habitación y te tira en la cama.

—Ahora ya no puedes huir… —te dice, inclinándose sobre ti.

Te arranca la ropa con fiereza y te da la vuelta. Se acerca por detrás, dominante y te agarra del cuello por la nuca para que levantes el cuerpo, poniéndote a cuatro patas.

—Separa bien las piernas.

Sin previo aviso, te la mete. Tu espalda se tensa por el impacto y no puedes evitar dejar escapar un gemido desgarrador. Te embiste, sin piedad. Hunde su polla en tu coño y golpea el fondo; una y otra y otra vez. El placer te desborda, estás sin aliento y sientes que estás a punto de perder el conocimiento.

—Te gusta así, ¿eh?, zorra —gruñe, tirándote ahora del pelo.

Empieza a azotarte: golpes secos y sonoros. Tu piel se enrojece y arde en contraste con el frío metal de sus manos cibernéticas. Y cuando estás a punto de llegar al orgasmo, la saca, privándote de él.

—Ponte ahí. Así, boca arriba —te ordena.

Te tumbas en el borde de la cama con la cabeza colgando hacia el suelo para follarte la garganta a su gusto.

—Oooh, joooder. Qué estrecho —aúlla empujando hasta tocar tu campanilla.

No te deja más opción que tragártela entera. Apenas puedes respirar y no puedes evitar derramar algunas lágrimas. Él acelera, con un ritmo demencial, tanto que parece que fuera a desgarrártela.

—¡Ni se te ocurra sacarla ahora! Arf… ¡Ahí viene! Me corrooo… —brama convulsionando.

Te llena la garganta con su semen, tan abundante que hace que incluso te atragantes y rebose por tu barbilla y cuello hasta llegar a tus hombros.

—No lo has hecho nada mal… pero que nada mal, puta.

Y tú… simplemente asientes, obediente.

Vamp:

Vamp appears beside you, emerging from the shadows to bestow upon you his predatory smile. His gaze travels over your body with brazen slowness, savoring the tension in your muscles and the goosebumps raised by his hot, wet breath.

—You know…? —he begins, his fingers brushing your cheek, cold at first, then warm as the caress slides down to your chest—. You mustn't fear me.

He doesn't grab you.

He envelops you.

He tilts his head and lets his nose snake along your neck.

—Come —he whispers, bewitching you with his deep voice.

His fingers intertwine with yours, elegantly guiding you to his chambers. Upon arriving, he asks you to make yourself comfortable and take a seat on the bed. Thirsty for you, for your soul, he undresses you by kissing every tiny inch of bare skin on your body.

—Oh, my sweet girl… you're already this wet and I haven't even touched you yet? —he says, his pupils dilated—. Then I shouldn't keep you waiting.

He lays you on your back, takes your legs, and lifts them to rest on one of his shoulders.

—Like this… like this… —he murmurs, as if reciting a spell, as he pushes his cock against the entrance of your cunt.

He inserts it very slowly and fucks you slowly, exaggerating the movement of his hips. While he penetrates you, he caresses your clitoris, drawing wide circles with his fingers. He leans close to your ear and, word by word, swears eternal devotion and love to you.

—Do you understand now how much I desire you? Not just with my body... but with my soul —he confesses, placing a hand on your neck, not squeezing, just gauging your pulse.

His fingers travel up to your jaw, forcing you to lift your head to look him directly in the eyes.

—You're mine. And I... —he pauses to breathe—. Now I'm yours too. Even if it ends up consuming me.

He thrusts deeper, searching for your G-spot. And you dissolve in a long, intense orgasm, surrendering to him completely. He waits for you to recover and asks you to sit on the edge of the bed; he stands in front of you.

—Open your mouth... Like that. Good girl. My angel... —he gently inserts his cock, wanting to feel every ridge, every fold of your palate.

—Arf… This is heaven… —he groans hoarsely.

His movements are sweeping, eager to explore every nook and cranny of your throat. Then, his muscles tense and he places a hand on your head.

—Darling… Don't stop. Take my sacred seed. Take it… Arg…

And he releases his entire orgasm into your mouth. You accept it, you swallow it. He licks the remnants of semen from the corners of your lips and kisses you frantically, revealing something unfathomable: his absolute, devouring surrender.

❗Spanish ver.

Vamp aparece a tu lado, emergiendo de entre la sombras para regalarte su sonrisa, depredadora. Su mirada recorre tu cuerpo con descarada lentitud, disfrutando de la tensión en tus músculos y de tu vello erizado por su aliento, húmedo y caliente.

—¿Sabes…? —empieza, sus dedos rozando tu mejilla, fríos al principio, luego cálidos mientras la caricia se desliza hasta llegar a tu pecho—. No debes temerme.

No te agarra.

Te envuelve.

Inclina la cabeza y deja que su nariz serpentee por tu cuello.

—Ven —te susurra, hechizándote con su voz profunda.

Sus dedos se entrelazan con los tuyos para guiarte con elegancia hacia sus dependencias. Al llegar, te pide que te pongas cómoda y tomes asiento en la cama. Sediento de ti, de tu alma, te desnuda besando cada pequeño centímetro de piel desnuda en tu cuerpo.

—Oh, mi dulce niña… ¿ya estás así de húmeda y aún no te he tocado? —te observa con las pupilas dilatadas—. Entonces no debo hacerte esperar.

Te tumba boca arriba, toma tus piernas y las levanta para apoyarlas sobre uno de sus hombros.

—Así… así… —musita, como si de un conjuro se tratara, mientras empuja su polla contra la entrada de tu coño.

La introduce muy despacio, y te folla lentamente, exagerando el movimiento de sus caderas. Mientras te penetra, acaricia tu clítoris, dibujando amplios círculos con sus dedos. Se acerca a tu oído y, palabra a palabra, te jura devoción y amor eternos.

—¿Entiendes ahora cuánto te deseo? No solo con el cuerpo… sino con el alma —te confiesa posando una mano en tu cuello, sin apretar, solo midiendo tu pulso.

Sus dedos suben hasta llegar a tu mandíbula, obligándote a levantar la cabeza para mirarlo directamente a los ojos.

—Eres mía. Y yo… —hace una pausa para respirar—. Ahora yo también soy tuyo. Aunque eso me acabe consumiendo.

Ahonda con su miembro en busca de tu punto G. Y te deshaces en un largo e intenso orgasmo, entregándote a él por completo. Espera a que te recuperes y te pide que te sientes en el borde de la cama; él de pie frente a ti.

—Abre la boca… Así. Buena chica. Ángel mío…

Introduce su polla suavemente, deseando sentir cada rugosidad, cada pliegue de tu paladar.

—Arf… Esto es el cielo… —gime ronco.

Sus movimientos son amplios, ávidos en deseo de explorar cada pequeño rincón de tu garganta. Entonces, sus músculos se tensan y apoya una mano en tu cabeza.

—Cariño… No pares. Toma mi semilla sagrada. Tómaaala… Arg…

Y descarga todo su orgasmo en tu boca. Lo aceptas, lo tragas. Él lame los restos de semen de la comisuras de tus labios y te besa frenéticamente, revelándote algo indescifrable: su entrega absoluta y devoradora.

Liquid Snake:

When Liquid decides he wants you, he doesn’t hide it for a second. The first thing you hear is his laughter, that proud, unmistakable laugh of his. When he appears in front of you, his posture says it all: shoulders straight, chin held high, and his blue eyes burning with intent as they rake over you like you’re a trophy he hasn’t claimed yet.

—Well, well… —he says, slowly looking you up and down—. I knew you’d end up coming to me.

He steps closer without hesitation, invading your space until you can feel the heat of his body, though he still doesn’t touch you.

—Don’t act so brave —he whispers, leaning in until his voice brushes your ear.— I can hear how your breathing speeds up.

He circles around you like a predator sizing up its prey. From behind, his fingertips trace your shoulders, barely a touch… yet enough to set you on edge.

—Look at me —he orders, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

You obey, and his smile widens, dangerous and satisfied.

—That’s how I like it. You know who’s in control.

Suddenly, he grabs your wrist with force and pulls you toward him.

—Come with me.

He pulls you along down the hall. When you reach his bedroom door, he pins you against it, his body just inches from yours.

—Don't make me repeat myself —he murmurs, his lips so close you can almost feel the vibration of each word—. Come in.

He takes off his clothes and lies down on the bed, waiting for you.

—Get undressed.

You do, feeling awkward and cold.

—I don't have all day! —he complains, sitting up and pulling you back onto the bed with him.

He lifts you onto his lap and forces you to sit on his cock.

—Do you know what happens when I get interested in something... or someone? —he asks, bringing his lips close to yours—. I stop negotiating and take everything I want.

Then he plunges his tongue into your mouth and, gripping the flesh of your hips, pulls them down to thrust into your cunt. The kiss, though suffocating, serves to stifle your moans as you feel him suddenly inside you. Desperate, he makes you move faster and faster. You gasp, your breath ragged: he doesn't even let you recover from the orgasms. He's wild and reckless, but you love it. As you sob with pleasure, a grimace of disgust crosses his face, and he sneers.

—It's not enough —he scolds, making you dismount.

He stands and looks at you, haughty.

—On your knees... Beg for forgiveness. Show me you really mean it —he says, pointing his cock at you.

You accept his game and take it in your mouth without a word. He tells you to lick the tip, without sucking. To press the glans with your lips, but without letting your teeth touch it. There are only orders and instructions, not a single compliment despite all your efforts to please him. After all, he's always in control.

—Oooh… how wonderful —he moans.

And when he feels he's about to come, he thrusts violently down your throat, pinching your nose so you swallow all his hot cum.

—That's it. That's how I like you —he mutters through gritted teeth after the powerful orgasm.

He releases his cock and you can't help but cough: his semen is very bitter.

His thumb brushes your lower lip in a possessive gesture and he slaps you across the cheek.

—You'll stay with me —he concludes—. Because I've decided so.

❗Spanish ver.

Cuando Liquid decide que te desea, no lo oculta ni por un segundo. Primero lo oyes reír; esa risa suya, orgullosa. Cuando aparece frente a ti, su postura habla por él: hombros rectos, barbilla alta y sus ojos azules ardiendo por ti, mirándote como si fueras un trofeo que aún no ha reclamado.

—Vaya, vaya… —dice, mirando tu cuerpo de arriba a abajo—. Sabía que acabarías viniendo a mí.

Se acerca decidido, invadiendo tu espacio hasta que puedes sentir el calor de su cuerpo, sin llegar a tocarlo.

—No te hagas la valiente —te susurra, inclinándose para quedar a la altura de tu oído—. Puedo oír cómo se acelera tu respiración.

Te rodea, caminando en círculos como un depredador evalúa a su presa. Recorre tus hombros por detrás con la yema de los dedos, apenas un roce… pero suficiente para encenderte.

—Mírame —te ordena, con un tono que no acepta dudas.

Obedeces y su sonrisa se ensancha peligrosamente.

—Así me gusta. Sabes quién está al mando.

De pronto, te toma de la muñeca con fuerza y tira de ti hacia él.

—Acompáñame.

Te arrastra con él por el pasillo. Al llegar a la puerta de su habitación, te acorrala contra ella, su cuerpo apenas a centímetros del tuyo.

—No hagas que te lo repita —murmura, sus labios tan cerca que casi puedes sentir la vibración de cada palabra—. Entra.

Se quita la ropa y se tumba en la cama, esperándote.

—Desnúdate.

Lo haces, incómoda, fría.

—¡No tengo todo el día! —se queja incorporándose y arrastrándote con él de nuevo a la cama.

Te sube en su regazo y te obliga a que te sientes en su polla.

—¿Sabes lo que pasa cuando siento interés por algo… o alguien? —pregunta acercando sus labios a los tuyos—. Que dejo de negociar y tomo todo lo que quiero.

Entonces hunde la lengua en tu boca y, agarrando la carne de tus caderas, tira de ellas para clavarla en tu coño. El beso, aunque asfixiante, sirve para acallar tus gemidos al sentirlo súbitamente dentro de ti. Desesperado, hace que te muevas más y más deprisa. Jadeas con la respiración entrecortada: no deja ni que te recuperes tras los orgasmos. Es salvaje y desconsiderado, pero te encanta. Mientras sollozas de placer, en su cara se dibuja una mueca de disgusto y rechista.

—No es suficiente —te riñe, haciendo que desmontes.

Se levanta y te mira, altivo.

—De rodillas… Pide perdón. Enséñame que lo sientes de verdad —dice apuntándote con su polla.

Aceptas su juego y te la metes en la boca sin rechistar. Te pide que lamas la punta, sin succionar. Que presiones el glande con tus labios, pero sin que rocen tus dientes. Solo hay órdenes e indicaciones, ni un solo cumplido a pesar de todos tus esfuerzos por complacerlo. Al fin y al cabo, él siempre tiene el control.

—Oooh… qué maravilla —gime.

Y cuando siente que está a punto de correrse, te embiste la garganta con violencia, tapándote la nariz para que te tragues toda su leche caliente.

—Eso es. Así te quiero —musita entre dientes tras el fuerte orgasmo.

Te libera de su polla y no puedes evitar toser: su semen es muy amargo.

Su pulgar roza tu labio inferior en un gesto posesivo y te da una cachetada en la mejilla.

two other installments in this series • Liquid Snake, Psycho Mantis, Sniper Wolf, and Eva • Evil Polycule (John/Big Boss, Kazuhira Miller, & Revolver Ocelot)

🍒 ᯓ Raikov

• [he can't risk revealing his queerness so he does his best to keep things covert]

• бог ( bohkh - god ), мамочка/папочка/родитель ( mommy/daddy/parent )

• whenever he prays, it's to or about you. religious ideologies are suppressed in his time but are less sinful than homosexuality. he's a religious twink only for you.

• he also uses the loophole of just saying he's talking about how much he loves his parent. no, you're one of his caretakers. it isn't suspicious that he drags you into his quarters at odd times of the night. it isn't like anyone is actually going to check the record.

🍒 ᯓ Solid Snake

• [usually prefers to call you by your name]

• babe/baby, sweetheart

• he's awkward when it comes to “ these things ” (any part of an honest emotional connection). he settles for names that are almost cheesy. they aren't to him. they're classic. they are what he's seen in what little media he's been able to consume. these are the norm for him.

• some minuscule piece of him grows flushed when calling you "babe" or "baby." it's something, he murmurs. it makes him feel at home, like he finally has one.

• you're sweet and his heart. yes, he got that line from some obscure romance anime hal made him watch. what was the genre called? yaoi. anyway, the point still stands.

🍒 ᯓ Strangelove

• hun, cohort, partner/spouse

• she is usually more serious than soft. "hun" and "darling" are the sweetest she gets. the petname almost always comes along with a kiss or some kind of physical affection.

• cohort doesn't seem like a petname. however, she considers very few her equal. you and the boss are the only two. so it's an honor she's bestowed upon you in her mind. you are more than deserving of it. partner/spouse has a meaning along the same lines.

🍒 ᯓ The Boss

• angel, dearest, joy

• you are a blessing from the heavens. you are her angel.

• dearest is a petname that was quite common at that time. it's one she picked up. she prefers it to darling. it sounds more intimate to her.

• joy is the one that holds the most meaning. you are her joy. you always will be, even after she has passed and flowers wilt on her grave. you will be breathing, keeping her ideals alive. or so she hopes.

🍒 ᯓ Vamp

• aphro[disiac], blood bag, mine, minx

• aphro, like aphrodite, or an aphrodisiac, because that's what you embody to him.

• blood bag is a petname he uses to tease you. he usually uses it right before he draws blood and drinks from you. it's also a taunt for when you've disobeyed and something unfortunate is about to happen to you.

• mine is simple enough. he's possessive; you are his.

📦 How would he react upon realizing you’re inexperienced in a relationship?

PART 3

Characters: Raiden (MGS2/MGR), Vamp, Jetstream Sam.

Take a look at MGS Headcanons Masterlist

Raiden (MGS2):

When Raiden, still too young, emotionally blocked, and scarred by his past as a child soldier, finds out that you are inexperienced in relationships, he freezes. His expression tightens slightly, his jaw clenching; it’s not coldness, but insecurity. It’s his way of containing emotions he doesn’t know how to manage.

—…I see… —he murmurs in that neutral voice that tries to sound steady, but trembles inside.

And he thinks: “Of course… What was I expecting? I don’t even know myself how I’m supposed to act in a situation like this…”

At first, he keeps a cautious physical distance. Not out of rejection: he’s afraid that you might end up pulling away from him. His gestures are restrained and careful; even so, it’s clear he’s trying his best to be considerate. When he speaks to you, he does so in a very low voice, as if volume itself could hurt you, and if he notices you getting nervous, he looks away and furrows his brow, struggling to find the right words: he doesn’t want to pressure you. He hasn’t learned how to express affection yet, but he does know how to keep you from feeling exposed or vulnerable.

While he strives to appear calm on the outside, inside he analyzes every single one of your gestures as if it were a minefield: “I can’t fail her. She’s scared… so I have to try to do this right”. There is guilt in his thoughts, but also determination. Even though he insists on maintaining a cold facade, he sometimes makes small “mistakes” that reveal just how much he truly cares: he sighs softly before speaking, as if rehearsing what he’s about to tell you; if he sees you hesitate, he brings his hand closer to yours… but pulls it back halfway, unsure if he should.

Raiden doesn’t know how to lead, but he does know how to protect. And although he rarely says it, he constantly thinks about how not to fail you. About how to learn to love you.

❗Spanish ver.

Cuando Raiden (MGS2), aún demasiado joven, emocionalmente bloqueado y marcado por su pasado como niño soldado, descubre que eres inexperta en la relación, se queda inmóvil. Su expresión se vuelve un poco más tensa, apretando la mandíbula; no es frialdad, sino inseguridad. Es su manera de contener las emociones que no sabe gestionar.

—…ya veo… —murmura con esa voz neutra que intenta sonar segura, pero que tiembla por dentro.

Y piensa: “Claro… No sé qué esperaba. Ni yo mismo sé cómo debo actuar en esta situación…”.

Al principio mantiene una distancia física prudente. No por rechazo: tiene miedo de que acabes alejándote de él. Sus gestos son discretos y contenidos; aún con todo, se nota que intenta ser lo más considerado posible. Cuando te habla lo hace en voz muy baja, como si el volumen pudiera herirte y, si te nota nerviosa, desvía la mirada para fruncir el ceño, luchando por encontrar las palabras más adecuadas: no quiere presionarte. Todavía no ha aprendido a expresar afecto, pero sí sabe evitar que te sientas expuesta o vulnerable.

Mientras se esfuerza en aparentar serenidad, por dentro analiza cada gesto tuyo como si de un campo de minas se tratara: “No puedo fallarle. Tiene miedo… Así que tengo que intentar hacerlo bien”. Hay culpa en sus pensamientos, pero también determinación. Aunque se empeña en mantener una fachada fría, a veces comete pequeños “errores” que dejan ver lo mucho que le importas en realidad: suspira suavemente antes de hablar, como si ensayara mentalmente lo que está a punto de decirte; si te ve dudar, acerca su mano a la tuya… pero la aparta a medio camino, dudando de si debería hacerlo.

Raiden no sabe guiar, pero sí cuidar. Y, aunque rara vez lo dice, piensa constantemente en cómo no fallarte. En cómo aprender a amarte.

Raiden (MGR):

When you confess your inexperience in relationships, this Raiden, now confident, steady, yet still capable of showing genuine tenderness, falls silent, though not out of confusion: he wants to listen to you and give you the space to speak without feeling ashamed.

—Oh? Is that so? —he asks with a calm smile that contrasts with the lifeless glow of his visor, softening his still-human face—. You could’ve told me sooner. It’s okay —his voice, though robotic, sounds surprisingly comforting.

He doesn’t judge you. On the contrary, he seems to value your honesty. And even though his body is a mixture of metallic lines and scars, every one of his gestures conveys pure humanity: the way he tilts his head slightly as he listens to you, the faint movement of his lips when he senses your insecurity…

He takes a small, unhurried step toward you, and his posture shifts, his shoulders lowering just a little. And he looks at you, without avoidance. He focuses all his attention on understanding how you feel. And he succeeds. Before even brushing against you, he reads your body language. His hands, capable of cleaving through steel, become gentle and delicate as they touch your bare skin. And when he does, the contact is slow, measured. He draws closer not to dominate the space, but to share it. He wants you to know that he is present, but that he will not pressure you. That is his intention.

There is no haste in him. No impatience. Only a deeply trained serenity. And beneath that serenity, warmth: that of a man who has discovered that he is capable of love.

❗Spanish ver.

Ante tu confesión de ser inexperta en la relación, este Raiden (MGR), ahora seguro de sí mismo, firme, pero capaz de demostrar genuina ternura, se queda quieto, aunque no por desconcierto: desea escucharte y darte espacio para que puedas hablar sin sentirte avergonzada.

—¿Ah, sí? —pregunta con una sonrisa tranquila, que contrasta con el brillo inerte de su visor suavizando su rostro, todavía humano—. Podrías habérmelo dicho antes. No pasa nada —su voz, aunque robótica, suena sorprendentemente reconfortante.

No te juzga. Al contrario, parece valorar que hayas sido honesto con él. Y aunque su cuerpo es una mezcla de líneas metálicas y cicatrices, cada gesto suyo transmite pura humanidad: cómo inclina levemente la cabeza cuando te escucha, el pequeño gesto en sus labios cuando percibe tu inseguridad…

Da un pequeño paso hacia ti, pausado, y su postura cambia, bajando ligeramente los hombros. Y te mira, sin evasivas. Centra toda su atención en comprender cómo te sientes. Y lo consigue. Antes de tan siquiera rozarte, evalúa tu lenguaje corporal. Sus manos, capaces de cortar acero, se vuelven dulces y delicadas cuando acaricia tu piel desnuda. Y cuando lo hace, es un roce lento, medido. Se acerca a ti, no para dominar el espacio, sino para compartirlo. Quiere que sepas que está presente, pero que no va a presionarte. Tales son sus intenciones.

En él no hay prisa. No hay impaciencia. Solo una serenidad profundamente entrenada. Y debajo de esa serenidad, calidez: la de un hombre que ha descubierto que puede amar.

Vamp:

When he senses your inexperience, Vamp looks at you as if you had just revealed a sacred secret. His eyes, dark as wine, slowly narrow as he studies you with deep fascination: you are his, and he has no intention of letting you slip away. He takes a step forward, almost weightless. He leans toward you, not to comfort you, but to savor the vulnerability you have just exposed. Then his lips curve into a dangerous smile. He reaches a hand toward your face, but changes direction at the very last second, merely brushing the air beside your cheek. And though his closeness feels almost tangible, he never actually touches you.

When he speaks, his voice is laden with double meanings that never quite land. His words circle around things without naming them, leaving you uncertain whether he is comforting you, tempting you… or playing with you. His thoughts vibrate between curiosity and something darker: “Inexperienced… What a delicious word. What an easy door to open”. He delights in the tension and lets the silence do its work, allowing your breathing to become part of the rhythm he sets.

—How beautiful it is to guide someone who doesn’t know where they’re going… how easy it is to lose yourself in me —he whispers, offering you a brief, almost musical chuckle.

He moves around you with precision, observing every angle, searching for the exact way to slip into your mind. Every gesture, every shadow he casts as he moves seems to tell you:

You take the first step…

I decide the path.

❗Spanish ver.

Al sentir que eres inexperta, Vamp te mira como si acabara de escuchar un secreto sagrado. Sus ojos, oscuros como el vino, se entornan lentamente para estudiarte con profunda fascinación: eres suya y no piensa dejarte escapar. Da un paso hacia al frente, casi ingrávido. Se inclina hacia ti. No para reconfortante, sino para saborear la vulnerabilidad que le has revelado. Entonces sus labios se curvan en una sonrisa peligrosa. Extiende su mano hacia tu rostro, pero cambia de dirección en el último segundo para simplemente rozar el aire cerca de tu mejilla. Y, aunque su cercanía es casi táctil, en realidad nunca llega a tocarte.

Cuando te habla, su voz está cargada de dobles sentidos que nunca llegan a concretarse. Sus palabras rodean ideas sin nombrarlas, dejándote con la incertidumbre de si te está consolando, tentando… o jugando contigo. Su pensamiento vibra entre la curiosidad y algo más oscuro: “Inexperta… Qué deliciosa palabra. Qué puerta tan fácil de abrir”. Disfruta de la tensión y deja que el silencio haga su trabajo; dejando que tu respiración se vuelva parte del ritmo que él marca.

—Qué hermoso es guiar a alguien que no sabe a dónde va… Qué fácil es perderse en mí —te susurra dedicándote una breve risita, casi musical.

Se mueve a tu alrededor con precisión, observando todos tus ángulos, buscando la forma exacta de entrar en tu mente. Cada gesto, cada sombra que proyecta al moverse parecen decirte:

Tú das el primer paso…

Yo decido el camino.

Jetstream Sam:

At your confession of inexperience, Jetstream Sam draws one of those crooked, arrogant smiles of his, as if your honesty were the best gift he’s received all day. His eyes light up with playful interest, making no attempt to hide how intrigued he is by the situation. He crosses his arms, relaxed like someone who’s just heard something irresistible, and tilts his head to one side, as if he wanted to get a better look at you, to savor the uncertainty on your face. He enjoys it. Oh, he really enjoys it.

—So, inexperienced, huh? —he tests you—. What a fun opportunity to play a little…

He steps closer to your side, lowers his voice, leans his torso slightly toward you, and lets his tone turn warm; that tone, the one that turns any sentence into an explicit provocation.

—Let’s see how far I can take this without scaring you… or without me getting bored.

Every one of his gestures is a small challenge: the flick of an eyebrow, a smile that lifts higher on one side than the other, a gaze that deliberately lingers exactly where he knows it makes you uncomfortable. Provoking without touching. He watches your reactions closely, savoring every tiny change in your breathing, in your pupils.

And yet, beneath all that mischief, there is a hidden protective instinct in his game. When he looks at you, there’s a tacit recognition in his eyes: he doesn’t treat you as someone weak, but as someone worth provoking and making laugh.

A man like Sam would never say it out loud, but his expression makes it clear: “Relax. I’m in no hurry. Trust me… I’m more than happy to teach you how to play…”.

❗Spanish ver.

Jetstream Sam, ante tu confesión de inexperiencia, dibuja una de esas sonrisas ladeadas y arrogantes. Como si tu sinceridad hubiese sido el mejor regalo del día. Sus ojos se iluminan con un interés juguetón, sin tratar de ocultar lo mucho que le intriga la situación. Se cruza de brazos, con la postura relajada del que acaba de escuchar algo que le resulta irresistible, e inclina la cabeza hacia un lado, como si quisiera verte mejor, saborear la duda en tu expresión. Disfruta. Vaya si disfruta.

—Conque inexperta, ¿eh? —te prueba—. Qué oportunidad tan divertida de jugar un poco…

Se coloca a tu lado: baja la voz, inclina el torso levemente hacia ti y deja que su tono se vuelva cálido; ese tono que convierte cualquier frase en una provocación explícita.

—Veamos hasta dónde puedo llevar esto sin que te asustes… O sin que yo me aburra.

Cada gesto suyo es un pequeño desafío: un movimiento de ceja, una sonrisa que sube más de un lado que del otro, una mirada que repara justo donde sabe que te incomoda. Provocar sin tocar. Te observa reaccionar, saboreando cada mínimo cambio en tu respiración, en tus pupilas.

Pero, pese a toda la picardía, hay un instinto protector oculto en su juego. Cuando te mira, lo hace con un reconocimiento tácito: no te trata como a alguien débil, sino como a quien vale la pena provocar y hacer reír.

📦 How would he react being seduced by an enemy woman spy?

Characters: Jetstream Sam, Vamp.

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Jetstream Sam:

Jetstream Sam, charismatic, cynical, and confident, hides a deep loneliness beneath his arrogant smile. It’s been far too long since he’s felt a real connection, and though he’d never admit it, human warmth (even the fake kind) is tempting.

When an unfamiliar woman approaches him, he already knows the game. He recognizes that look, captivating, yet calculated. And still, he doesn’t avoid her: "Playing with fire is the closest thing to feeling alive", he thinks. But he won’t let her set the rules. If she takes a suggestive step, he answers with a sharp joke. If she tries to dominate the conversation, he twists it with irony until he’s back in control.

His humor is his shield: every sarcastic comment, every crooked smile… just another way to shut the world out. But when the spy looks at him with that mix of interest and danger, he allows himself to lower his guard. He notices it, yet decides not to stop it. "I’d rather believe a well-told lie than spend another night in silence", he admits. They both enjoy the game and let the tension linger. He likes watching her try to manipulate him; it reminds him that he’s still someone worth deceiving.

If she makes a move, he lets her. Not because he trusts her, but because he wants to see how far she’ll go. Deep down, he knows how it ends: either she betrays him, or he unmasks her.

—That’s who I am. The man who flirts with death and women the same way: with a charming smile and a heart that never fully surrenders —he says in farewell, before losing something more than just another night of false passion.

Because for Sam, vulnerability has always been the hardest blow to block.

❗Spanish ver.

Jetstream Sam, carismático, cínico y confiado, oculta una profunda soledad bajo su sonrisa arrogante. Lleva demasiado tiempo sin un vínculo real y, aunque lo niegue, el calor humano (incluso el fingido) le resulta tentador.

Cuando se le acerca una mujer desconocida, él ya conoce el juego. Reconoce el tipo de mirada, cautivadora y calculadora a la vez. Y aun así, no la evita: “Jugar con fuego es lo más parecido a sentir algo”, piensa. Pero no dejará que sea ella quien ponga las reglas. Si da un paso insinuante, él responde con una broma afilada. Si intenta dominar la conversación, él la retuerce con ironía hasta que vuelve a tener el control.

Su humor es su escudo: cada comentario socarrón, cada sonrisa ladeada… solo es una forma de cerrarse a todo y a todos. Pero, cuando la espía lo mira con esa mezcla de interés y peligro, se permite bajar la guardia. Lo nota, pero decide no detenerlo: “Prefiero una mentira bien contada a otra noche de silencio”, le confiesa. Ambos disfrutan del juego y dejan que la tensión flote. Le gusta verla intentar manipularlo; le recuerda que todavía es alguien a quien vale la pena engañar.

Si ella avanza, él la deja. No porque confíe, sino porque desea ver hasta dónde puede llegar. Aunque en el fondo sabe que el final está escrito: o ella lo traiciona, o él la desenmascara.

—Así soy yo. El hombre que coquetea con la muerte y las mujeres del mismo modo, con una sonrisa encantadora y un corazón que nunca se entrega del todo —se despide de ella antes de perder algo más que solo una noche de pasión fingida.

Porque para Sam la vulnerabilidad siempre ha sido el golpe más difícil de bloquear.

Vamp:

When Vamp senses that a woman is trying to decipher him with her gaze, he doesn’t avoid seduction; he subverts it. From the very first second, it is he who, with a blend of poetry and provocation (spoken in a near-priestly tone), sets the rhythm of the conversation, letting the spy believe she might have a chance at manipulating him. He appears receptive, even flattered. He feigns hesitation, as if she were slowly disarming him. But it’s all a performance; deep down, he’s merely guiding her where he wants her to go.

He watches her with genuine interest, almost tenderness, and makes her feel special. Then, once she has surrendered to the moment, his tone shifts: darker, more hypnotic. He begins to speak slowly, his voice deep and layered with meaning.

—I don’t blame you, my soul. We all believe we’re in control… Control… —he repeats, savoring the word—. Such a fragile illusion.

The phrase sounds like both a blessing and a sentence; a spell.

He studies her the way one contemplates a flame, fascinated by the tremor in her pupils, by how her confidence melts away as she shifts from hunter to captive. He doesn’t need to touch her. His mere presence is enough. His breath stirs the air near her skin and makes her shiver. Everything about him is calculated to inspire equal parts fascination and fear.

When Vamp decides to end the game, he does it with grace. He steps back, leaving her suspended in uncertainty—trapped in a mix of desire, shame, and awe.

—What a waste… of such a beautiful lie, my angel —he says in farewell.

His presence dissolves like smoke, and the spy is left alone, defeated. And though she despises him for it, she cannot help but feel as though she has been blessed by something sacred, something ancient and eternal.

❗Spanish ver.

Cuando siente que una mujer intenta descifrarlo con la mirada, Vamp no evita la seducción; la subvierte. Desde el primer segundo, es él quien, con una mezcla de poesía y provocación (con tono sacerdotal), marca la respiración de la conversación haciendo creer a la espía que tiene posibilidad de manipularlo. Se muestra receptivo, incluso halagado. Finge vacilar, como si la mujer lo estuviera desarmando poco a poco. Pero todo es impostado, ya que, en el fondo, se limita a guiarla hacia donde él quiere.

La observa con interés genuino, casi con ternura, y la hace sentir especial. Entonces, cuando ya se ha entregado, cambia el tono: más oscuro, más hipnótico. Comienza a hablarle despacio, con voz profunda y llena de doble sentido.

—No te culpo, alma mía. Todos creemos tener el control… Control… —repite, saboreando la palabra—. Qué frágil ilusión.

La frase suena como una bendición y una sentencia a la vez; un hechizo.

La estudia como quien contempla una llama. Le fascina el temblor en sus pupilas, la forma en que su seguridad se disuelve y pasa de cazadora a cautiva. No necesita tocarla. Su cercanía basta. Su aliento roza el aire junto a su piel y la hace temblar. Todo en él está calculado para inspirar fascinación y miedo a partes iguales.

Cuando Vamp decide terminar el juego, lo hace con elegancia. Retrocede y la deja suspendida en la incertidumbre, atrapada en una mezcla de deseo, vergüenza y asombro.

—Qué desperdicio… de mentira tan hermosa, ángel mío —se despide.

Platonic Yandere Vamp and Raiden <3

Whether it be a child darling or a darling who regresses/gets stuck in a younger headspace, they'll take care of em'.

I imagine it isn't very peaceful. It's like "Can you close your eyes, sweetie? Your father and I are having an argument." Then they proceed to beat the shit out each other.

Mutual custody? Nah, sporadic kidnapping. Like neither of them want to explain to you their enemies with benefits situation, so they just steal you from the other.

Vamp isn't exactly sure how to be a good father. All he knows is that you're precious and he wants to protect you. You give him a reason to enjoy living. So his sadomasochist tendencies kind of just tuck themselves away in the back of the corner.

They're [Vamp] definitely just has that parental instinct in him. He's spent so much of his life killing that even it surprises them.

They don't want you to see blood, but they also don't want you to be afraid of it. If you get a scrape or a boo boo he'll tell you that it's okay and you're strong for getting through it. He never had that growing up. He was on his own. Now they can give you that support.

Raiden usually isn't fronting when you're around. He mainly deals with Vamp and most things that are deemed a threat to you. He's still there, of course, but Snake and Tempest are better at caring for darling than he is.

Snake likes you teach you a lot of things. It's all age appropriate. He just loves telling you facts and being there for you as a stable adult figure. If you like being active then he's totally the person for that. He especially loves fishing and taking you to aquariums (when their job permits it). You don't have to worry about the scary things because they, as in the system, got you! He definitely worries too much. He's incredibly overprotective and doesn't mind burying a few bodies.

Tempest is such a softie and loves doing anything artsy with you. She's very good at deciphering your mood and helping you when you feel down. Her favorite thing to do with you is parallel play. She's sitting, trying to do whatever paperwork Jack has yet to fill out, as you color/sleep/watch a movie- or anything else! She also has the mom glare. She doesn't get physical but one of the others will definitely "fix" the problem later.

📦 What would it be like to take a shower with him?

PART 2

Characters: Jetstream Sam, Vamp.

You can read PART 1 here

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Jetstream Sam:

As the steam fills the shower, Jetstream Sam watches you from the doorway, arms crossed and a crooked smile (the one that always signals trouble). You try to ignore him, but the reflection in the mirror gives him away: that bold, daring look, longing for you, for your body. The sound of the faucet barely masks his laughter as he approaches from behind. He doesn’t ask for permission; Sam never asks for permission. His hands rest on either side of your waist.

—Relax —he whispers, so close that his breath tingles at the back of your neck—. I won’t bite… unless you ask me to.

The water falls over both of you as he presses his body against yours, damp and warmed by the steam. 

—I knew the warmth wasn’t coming from the water alone —he teases, sliding his hand across your stomach all the way to your cunt.

His fingers, all wet from the mixture of your fluids and the warm water, begin to rub your clit relentlessly. There is no gentleness in his movements, only possession; but you can’t help shivering at that painful pleasure.

—Do you know what happens when I like something too much? —he asks, bringing his other hand to your breast to play with it—. I take it.

Then he turns you, holding your chin, making you look at him and continues touching you. Every touch, every gentle pressure of his fingers, feels like a promise that’s never fully kept; as if he takes pleasure in prolonging your hunger. And when you are about to reach your orgasm, his hands leave you with cruelty.

And then he steps away. As quickly as he arrived. Without a word, without a farewell glance. Only the echo of his breath and your shame.

❗Spanish ver.

Mientras el vapor llena la ducha, Jetstream Sam te acecha apoyado en el marco de la puerta del baño con los brazos cruzados y una sonrisa torcida (esa que siempre anuncia problemas). Intentas ignorarlo, pero el reflejo en el espejo lo delata: esa mirada descarada, hambrienta de ti, de tu cuerpo. El ruido del grifo apenas tapa el sonido de su risa cuando se acerca por detrás. No pide permiso; Sam nunca pide permiso. Sus manos se posan a ambos lados de tu cintura.

—Relájate —susurra, tan cerca que su aliento te eriza la nuca—. No muerdo… si no me lo pides.

El agua cae sobre ambos mientras aprovecha para pegar su cuerpo al tuyo, húmedo, templado por el vapor.

—Sabía que el calor no solo venía del agua —se burla deslizando su mano por tu vientre hasta llegar a tu coño.

Sus dedos, mojados por una mezcla de tus fluidos y el agua tibia, comienzan a frotar tu clítoris sin piedad. No hay dulzura en sus movimientos, solo posesión; pero no puedes sino estremecerse ante ese placer tan doloroso.

—¿Sabes qué pasa cuando algo me gusta demasiado? —pregunta llevando la otra mano a tu pecho para jugar con él—. Lo tomo.

Entonces te gira, sujetándote por la barbilla, haciendo que lo mires y continúa tocándote. Cada roce, cada leve presión de sus dedos, parece una promesa que no llega a cumplirse del todo; como si disfrutara de prolongar tu hambre. Y cuando estás a punto de alcanzar el orgasmo, sus manos te abandonan con crueldad.

Y entonces, se aleja. Tan rápido como llegó. Sin una palabra, sin una mirada de despedida. Solo el eco de su respiración y vergüenza.

Vamp:

With serene elegance, almost gliding, Vamp moves like a shadow through the rising steam of the bath until he appears beside you in the shower. He wraps his arms around you slowly, and you can feel his aura surrounding you; seductive, irresistible.

Before his otherworldly presence, you stand bare: skin to skin, soul to soul. And though at first you hesitate, his words, spoken with the cadence of a psalm, enchant you with solemn grace.

—My love… I’ve waited a lifetime to find you —he confesses.

You end up surrendering yourself to him, because he knows that, deep within your heart, you long for it with fervor. The control he holds over you is like a sweet poison: there’s something almost morbid in the way you want to be guided by him.

You shiver slightly, unsure if it’s from the cold or from nerves.

—…and now that we’re together, seeing how we fit so perfectly side by side, I have no doubt: you were made for me alone —he whispers in a deep voice, his presence overwhelming.

He turns you slowly, guiding you against the wall of the narrow shower.

—Open yourself, body and soul. Tell me you are mine, and I will fulfill every one of your desires. Even the darkest ones —he says, looking you directly in the eyes, eager for you to affirm your loyalty to him before he fully takes control of the moment.

You confess, and he, as if performing a sacred ritual, lowers himself until he reaches your wet cunt and immerses himself in it, as if partaking in a sacred ritual, savoring the moment like a final reverent communion. You twist and turn, you moan his name… and you cum. He extends the full reach of his tongue, trying to carry all your orgasm with him.

He embraces you as the warm water falls over both of you, impassive, washing away sin… leaving only love.

❗Spanish ver.

Con serena elegancia, casi levitando, Vamp se desliza como una sombra entre los vapores del baño para aparecer junto a ti en la ducha. Te rodea con sus brazos, despacio, y sientes cómo su aura te envuelve; seductora, irresistible.

Ante su presencia sobrehumana, estás desnuda: piel contra piel, alma en alma. Y aunque al principio te muestras reticente, sus palabras, recitadas con la cadencia de un salmo, te hechizan solemnes.

—Mi amor… he esperado toda una vida para encontrarte —te confiesa.

Acabas encomendándote a él, porque sabe que en lo más profundo de tu corazón, lo deseas con fervor. El control que ejerce sobre ti es como un dulce veneno: hay algo morboso en la manera en que quieres que te maneje.

Tiemblas ligeramente, no sabes si por el frío o por los nervios.

—…y ahora que estamos juntos, viendo cómo encajan nuestros cuerpos el uno en el otro, no me cabe duda: has sido creada solo para mí —susurra con voz profunda mientras colma tu cuerpo con húmedos besos.

Te da la vuelta muy lentamente y te atrapa contra la pared de la estrecha ducha.

—Ábrete en cuerpo y alma. Dime que eres mía y cumpliré todos y cada uno de tus deseos. Incluso los más oscuros —te dice mirándote directamente a los ojos, ansioso porque reafirmes tu eterno amor por él antes de dejar que te devore.

Te confiesas y él, como si de un rito sagrado se tratara, baja hasta tu mojado coño y hunde su boca en él, disfrutando de él como si fuera la mismísima última cena. Te retuerces, gimes su nombre… y te corres. Extiende toda la amplitud de su lengua para intentar llevarse con él todo tu orgasmo.

He'll have known since the day he tied me up and interrogated me.

I'm also so grateful that people are still posting about Metal Gear Solid

I feel like some ancient entity who has been awakened specifically to give yandere mgs content. So―ty. <3

I actually quite enjoy Vamp as a character.

He's a sadomasochist through n' through.

He adores being able to cut up his darling. His bloodlust flares as he sees the rivulets of blood turn into a steady stream, all at his hand. His enlarged canines just barely scratch the surface of his darling's body before they push him away again, readying for his next attack. He finds that warm blood filled to the brim with adrenaline tastes the best. How cruel you are for keeping him from the masterpiece he's painting on your body.

He enjoys getting as good as he gives. He is nothing if not submissive to whomever can not only leash him, but keep him on it. He sees his scars as marks of pride. You giving him more only makes him more boastful. Perhaps you can finally kill him. That'd be entirely too romantic. Blood spraying from his slit throat or many bullets making their permanent stay in his body. Perhaps you become more creative, hmm?

He'll take it all and want more. Truly, he is the embodiment of his namesake.

.ᐟ

[ Voicelines for Vamp battling darling ]

"I can read you... like a book. Your blood flow is rushing to places not suited for just fighting, you know."

"Too slow. Is that how you like it?"

"Not bad―for someone of your caliber."

"I haven't tasted better."

"Are you ready to bleed more?"

"I should have fought you ages ago!"

"I swing both ways: in the battlefield and in bed."

"You can't escape your destiny as my blood bitch."