#trans!roach

[mactavishenjoyer]

Soap:"Why is Price beating the shit out of a rookie?"

Ghost:"Oh, he told Roach he'd always be a woman, misgendered him, and then outed him to all the rookies."

Soap, leaning out the door to yell:"CUT OFF HIS DICK!"

Price, yelling back:"ALREADY PLANNING ON IT!"

Price, still kicking the rookie:"HOW DARE YOU DISRESPECT MY BOY!!!!"

[sideroachblog]

KINKTOBER DAY 8 KAJCJSKDK

It's car sex (helicopter sex 🤫)

Thanks @nonsenseafterdark for the prompt list!!

Anyway. Have some GhoapRoachGaz. Ghost eats some trans!Roach pussy while the other two get handsy.

Words: 635 and they're ALL unedited <3

No TWs. Only the words pussy and t-dick are used to refer to Roach's anatomy. Sorry the sex scene isn't better written, I am so tired and I didn't have the energy to get super creative with it.

Also. @youredyingthatsallthereis because you mentioned wanting to be tagged in ghoaproach stuff 😅 hopefully you like a lil bonus gaz action!

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Ghost grinned and signed, ‘What’ll Nikolai do if he notices, anyway? Turn the helicopter around?’

BSL was handy to know when dealing with a noisy chopper.

Roach sat in his seat in the Black Hawk, sandwiched between Captain Soap and Gaz. His helmet straps hung unclipped, goggles stuffed in his rucksack, gaiter pulled down to his neck. He laughed nervously as the Lieutenant knelt between his feet, hands spreading his knees so that his legs touched the men on either side. Pretty blue eyes begged from under that stupid skull balaclava.

He glanced at Soap, a silent ‘is this okay?’

Soap smirked and threw an arm over his shoulder, leaning in to yell, “Well? Tell him what you want, lad!”

Gaz gave him a similar look in encouragement when they met eyes.

Ghost’s fingers found the fly of his fatigues. He went no further, waiting for permission. Then Roach nodded and his pants were down to his knees before he could even blink. The air was fucking freezing. Luckily, Soap and Gaz scooted closer to help with warm caresses on his bare skin.

The Lieutenant lifted the balaclava over his crooked hawk-like nose and planted a trail of kisses up Roach’s inner thigh, each one with more suction than the last, leaving pretty purple bruises. In order to do so he leaned over Roach’s pants at a silly angle—if he didn’t look so desperate to eat Roach out, it would be funny.

Roach gasped as Ghost reached his goal and began mouthing at Roach’s pussy. His mouth was warm even through the fabric. Wet. He started with short, sweet kisses before licking up over Roach’s t-dick with an open mouth and scorching hot breath. It elicited a moan from the Sergeant.

Gaz squeezed Roach’s leg. He didn’t hear the sound but definitely saw it. Definitely wanted to. Roach tilted his head to bonk their helmets, then his cheek was ambushed by Soap’s lips. The Captain grabbed his cheek and turned his head so they could make out. Then Ghost ripped his boxers off and a tongue was invading him on both ends. He cried out only for Soap to swallow it, pussy getting wetter by the second. His t-dick throbbed against Ghost’s upper lip as the Lieutenant tongue-fucked him as deep as possible. His pants seam protested as Ghost forced his legs open as far as possible, even considering how hard Roach’s legs tensed in pleasure.

Soap pulled away and forced his head towards Gaz. “Don’t let Garrick feel left out, Sanderson!”

With eyes half-lidded and a gaped, panting mouth, Roach met the other sergeant halfway to gnash their teeth together. He fisted Ghost’s balaclava to hold him in place with one hand, the other drifting to Gaz’s fly to pull the man out Soap licked at the crook of his neck from behind.

The pleasure between his legs grew and grew until his body shook. He squirted as he came on Ghost’s face but the man wasn’t phased. Didn’t pause for one second. It was nearly too much, but the man knew how to ride the line without overstimulating—he edged Roach to a second orgasm, only letting him finish after Gaz came, shooting powerful spurts that hit Roach’s face. Soap decided he looked better that way and stood to cover him with more, bracing with one leg on his seat as he slapped his cock on Roach’s face.

Only after all three were done did Ghost even consider taking himself out. He pulled Roach down in his seat so his ass hung off the side, leaning against the separation between the cab and passenger bay to grind on Roach’s soaked pussy. He slid up between Roach’s lips, their tips touching with every thrust, until he shot his load into Roach’s bush.

[belovedroach]

wait, possibly trans patton(if shes based off the female orchid)👀/hj??

(if he's* - trans man Patton, yes. dont worry i saw your other ask!)

You know what? I could never deny such an opportunity to push the Trans!Patton headcanon lol. You can take it or leave it, not necessarily canon in the Bugs AU

doodle ft. Remus being supportive in his own way

btw happy belated trans visibility day !! remember you're valid and to look after your loved ones 🏳️‍⚧️💕

[nevadaafterdark]

ugghhh thinking so hard about forced intox.. like, you baked something for me? oh -- it's my favorite type of brownies! haha wouldn't it be funny if they were weed brownies or something.. nah you'd never do that without my permission, right? anyway.. no, i shouldn't have more than one. you wanna give these to other people, right? no? i guess one more wouldn't hurt.. they aren't edibles, so i should be good to eat as many as i want, yeah?

[anonmousegosqueak]

So- while being emotional while on your period has long been a way of being jerks to women (not that just women have periods, I'm just saying the amount of old white men who shut down a fem-person by being like 'oh, is it that time of the month?' makes me want to hunt someone for sport) I do get unreasonably emotional.

Like I'm always worried that I need to go up on my meds or possibly check back into the hospital, only to later be like "damn, that was dramatic."

So long story short- Soap is a mess whenever he gets his period. And I can make these jokes because I am no different.

EDIT: I'VE BEEN CURSED. THE CRAMPS. SOAP GAVE THEM TO ME

Continuation of this hc.

So we've already talked about Soap's cramps, but I raise you emotional Soap. Like, he's already yoinking Roach around for warmth, he's already stealing his bed, but he's also crying softly and demanding cuddles.

Bro turns into a literal baby.

Example, Gaz comes in to refill Soap's tea (like the good boyfriend he is) only to be met with a sobbing Scotsman.

"I'M TYING THE KNOT WITH A *BRIT* OF ALL PEOPLE. THREE OF EM-" *Sobs louder.*

They have no plans for marriage.

And yet Soap is treating it like the worst thing ever that his 'husbands' are mostly British. Gaz can barely hold back his laughs as he sits down next to Soap, carding his fingers through his hair.

"Yeah? And who's fault is that?"

"But- But... Gary is also British sometimes. I'm alone... I scored the loves of my life and they're all *British.* I'm a disgrace to my ma."

"Oh hush, your mom loves us."

"Nik is the only one I can trust..."

Or:

In the shower, Ghost is holding Soap gently.

"I wanna take a bath... I just wanna cuddle my bonnie lad in the bath..."

"Okay? Do you want me to fill the tub?"

"No... I can't take a bath on my period, it'll make the water blood."

"Luv. I literally bathe in the blood of my enemies daily. You really think a little period blood would scare me?"

"oh. Can we get married?"

Idk, this is rambly but I'm in pain and need sillys. Don't judge me. Also I blame Boner for my cramps now, I was fine but now my insides want to become outsides.

[punkeropercyjackson]

I hate those Hobie ship fics/fanarts/headcanons where Hobie's partner is potrayed as being offput by his looks but warming up to him once they get to know him because it's just the writers/artists projecting onto to them that they think Hobie is ugly but 'makes up for it' by having 'a nice personality'.'If i met Hobie i'd be intimidated at first but then talk to him and realize he's not defined by his looks!!!'What's wrong with what Hobie looks like.Why would he need to 'prove' to you or whoever you ship him with he's not grotesque and hard to look at and that 'it's what on the inside that counts'.Quickly🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼!!!

[travvymiku]

eggs

[brineoffire]

Wings and Wires- Chapter 2

I've done it! This time im trying out a switch of pov :> Also! Trying to come up with a posting schedule that works for me, so ill pin that post if i actually figure one out!

Part 1-

Price marches over to the meeting room, a steady plume of smoke rising from the cigar between his lips. Barging into the room he lifts his chin, his tail swaying

gently behind him as he counts all his boys present. Ghost cross armed against the back wall. Gaz sits near the front of the

table, legs crossed on his seat. Soap sits across him, arms crossed behind his head. Lastly, Roach sits just in front of where Ghost stands, picking at his knuckles.

“Right then boys, it's an infalteration.”He says as he moves to the head of the table. The projector clicks on as he wakes up a laptop while he sits. 

"As you all know Los Panteros have been working off the coast for several months now. We've traced them back from Las Vegas and have finally been able to track their leader, Alphonse Velez. He's hosting a party at the end of this month and we're going in.” Price looks around as the others all nod or grunt in agreement. Soap is the first one to sit up and say something.

“A’right then cap’. When we doin’ this?” 

“We’re movin’ to set up recon in two weeks. Roach’ll be on overwatch with you as an escort. There known to have infernal sigils up so Ghost’ll have ta be backup while Gaz and I go undercover.”

“Cap!”  “Wai’ a sec-” “You?”

Price’s hand raises as all of them speak up at once. “Aye’ easy now you lot.”

“But sir, they’re known dragon dealers! You would be at too much of a risk!” Gaz has his palms down on the table, his wings flaring up as he speaks up.

“Right. Which is why Laswell’s got a spellcaster to cook up a disguise spell. The two dragons ‘es got are always patrolling outside, so Gaz’s scent will cover us enough to get in jus’ fine.” The rest of the room settles slowly as he presses on with his explanation.

“No more fuss now lads. We stick to the plan, get our intel, ‘n everything ‘ll be right as rain.” Soap's pointed ears pin back to his head and Gaz's feathers stay roused. Theres a low humming growl in the back of Roach’s throat as Ghost steps up behind him squeezing his shoulder in reassurance. 

“If things do go south we all move in. We aint leavin’ without makin’ sure yer outta there cap.” Price gives Ghost a nod as his gaze softens, looking from him to Roach.

“We move together. This is just recon fer now. Should be no noise so long as we stick to the plans.” The tension in the room slowly simmers back down, Price stepping over to Gaz.

“Come now birdie.” He rests a hand on the back of the harpy’s neck. “You'll be right there with me.” Gaz relaxes into the touch, his feathers smoothing out as he looks Price in the eye. His feathers ruffle up softly this time as he nods along with Price's reassurances.

"Aye cap. Up ta me ta keep ya’ safe then, yeah?” Various laughs and chuckles sound out around the room. Price crouches down to get eye to eye with him. One hand settles on Gaz's knee, the other cupping his cheek, clawed finger tips tickling his neck.

"Ata’ boy. We run this tight, get in an’

out, ‘n flush out the rats.” Gaz's wings settle on his back as he leans into Price's hand. He nods again and Price steps up to his feet again.

“Alright then. Rehearsal time lads.” Headed back to the head of the table he flips the laptop to the next slide. “The compound we've linked ‘im to is just off the North coast. Looks like a warehouse but the inside is modified into what looks like a dining hall. With what we've uncovered we know the dragons under his command are used as guards. They patrol outside during events, starting an hour before and staying out two hours after each one.” He looks over at them, catching each of their glances to make sure there are no questions. 

“Gaz ‘n I'll have false identities that Lazwell an’ ‘er team have been cultivating. Weapons dealers from overseas, setting up in the U.S. much like Alphonso has done ‘imself. I want you you all ta keep yer wits about you.We’ve got two weeks between then and now so lets get prepped for the usual.”

“Understood cap.” “Yssir.” “Right.” They all sound off their agreements, Roach even letting off several clicks of approval. They discuss ammo stocks before breaking off separately. Roach heads off with Ghost leaving Soap and Gaz to set up their restock. Price watches them go with a smile on his lips, his tail swaying contently as he lets off another puff of his cigar.. 

The weeks pass quickly, all of them keeping busy and triple checking their equipment until they finally pooled their vehicles. It only takes

about eight hours to drive to their temporary base, and setup only took another half hour. Soap and Roach focus on their electronics. Tapping into city cameras and setting up their comms. They take extra care to keep them all connected, making sure each line has a strong connection tied to communication spells as a backup.

Once it's all set up they spend the rest of the day in each other's company. Price does his best to keep the nerves down, but even with his constant reassurance and firm touches Ghost and Roach are on edge. He finds them scanning over the surveillance cameras for what could probably be the fifth or sixth time in the hour. He sets his hands on both of Ghost’s shoulders, squeezing gently and he rests his chin on the other's head.

“Easy there boys, nothins guna’ change enough for either of you to be stressin’ this much. Take a breather Si, I need both a you to save it for tomorrow night.” Roach lets off a few low chirping sounds as Ghost leans back into Price’s touch. He reaches over to Roach, his hand gently squeezing the back of his neck. 

“You’ve done more than enough for now. Take a breather fer now.” Ghost sighs but relents, turning his chair from the monitors and facing Price. 

“It’d be much easier ta relax if they didn’t have sigils up. Can’t see a damn thing through those fuckin’ walls. These are strong enough to block scents too so once Gaz and you are in there I’m cut off.” Roach trills softly, setting a hand on Ghost’s arm.

“I know, I know, but we don’t have any way of countering these sigils without our cover bein’ blown. Our comms are reinforced with sending spells so we got ears at all times. Like I said, we stick to the plan an’ theyll be nuthin ta worry about.” Ghost gives a nod and takes a deep breath. “Now cmon, the both of ya’.” Price pulls the two of them up from their seats, a hand on both of their backs leading them to the sofa that Gaz and Soap have already sprawled out on. They all shift around, Ghost ending up with Soap over his lap, Price leaning on an arm rest, legs over the length of the sofa with Gaz and Roach sitting on them as they lean on each other.

Their closeness slowly eases the rest of the tension as they wait for their window to open, a large television playing some cheesy rerun of a show they’d seen together beforehand. The time passes slowly as they all mellow out, Soap’s chatter eventually drowning out the television. Laughter fills the room as Ghost's attempts to silence him with a sofa cushion only leads to a face full of wolf drool and a high speed chase through the base. Price chuckles and pulls Roach and Gaz further onto his lap, choosing more relaxation over chasing after his rabid dogs. They all end up spending the night together in the same bedroom, Ghost dragging in a smirking Soap by the scruff as they spend the rest of the night in soft silence.

[small-amethyst]

Marshmallow seems to suit her tastes 😋

[mactavishenjoyer]

Ghost:"Oh, Soap definitely has the smaller dick."

Soap, who just walked in:"EXCUSE ME?! At least I fucking have o-"

Roach:"So does that mean y'all slept together?"

Ghost:

Soap:

[sirrabbithat]

Been thinking about a COD!bird hybrid Au. But their all like really fancy birds- I'll definitely be turning this into a fanfic

I'll split this into two posts!

Soap is a new guinea cock of the rock. Mostly for the natural Mohawk. He's trans in this au so he has the bright blue eyes and naturally brown mowhawk and wings. He dyes everything he can orange.

Ghost is a snowy owl because ofc he is, but he doesn't have any of those black stripes on him they usually have. And if he dose have them their barely noticable. Both of them are large and strong hunters and usually work alone unless with a mate (soap) and both seem to have a terminal case of RBF.

Price is a European bee eater. Their very Social little guys and are extremely fast. The colors aren't exactly tactical but I image he uses temp feather dye to darken his wings and feathers before going on an Op. European bee eaters are also extremely focused hunters, similar to Price.

Gaz is a Costas hummingbird because I think their adorable. But similar to the bee eater price is based off of their extremely fast and nimble, the pop of purple feathers mixed into military green and white wings is also something I'm obsessed with. Plus with his wings moving as fast as hummingbird wings do he shouldn't fall out of any (more) helicopters anytime soon

Roach would be a puffin. Their both weird little guys who like to get into strange shaped places. Ie: a hole in the wall. He'd probably pick away at some drywall and make a nest next to a gas line.

(I was so upset to learn his antenna aren't cannon) 😔

[spawnpeeker-scheisse]

which characters spawned your transmasc awakening?

these are mine: - Winter Soldier because anyone who says guys with long hair are not guys can go fall into a ditch - Nero Sparda (if you've seen this blog you know.) - Ghost from COD - Roach (also from COD) because him being mute is literally like me trying to avoid my own voice cause it's too fem - Richter Belmont from Castlevania Nocturne al;sdjkf;asldkjf;alsdk #goals - Altair from Assassin's Creed cause he was my first ever cosplay and then, I realised, "holy shit it feels so right to be seen as a boy" - Master Chief because he's literally how I want to dress in public if society would let me

[moldonacorpse]

Gender envy is killing me

First of all. He's 2+ meters tall, muscular and a grown ass man. I am 175cm tall, underweight, with muscles of a 11yo and a body of a teenage girl. I need to lower my expectations because that's fucking impossible 😔

Second of all. I'll never get into the military (I'm not about to apply and also I mean like that romanticized military, the one we see in COD edits, not an actual one)

Also, I cannot for the love of me understand why people thirst over him (and any other characters, really) so fucking much. He's just a man, a cool man but just a man nonetheless. "Raw"????? Are you about to eat him??? (legit what I thought the first time I saw a comment like that

Anyways, I need to be a military man, running away from enemy forces while also managing to stay silly.

(Roach gives me transmasc vibes and I will not elaborate)

[nevadaafterdark]

unshaved pussy actually smells intoxicatingly good some of y'all are just fucking weak

[imliterallybellguys]

Happy pride!!

Happy pride month!!

[saturniidboy]