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Yo Ghoul, I was wondering if you could maybe write a lil Drabble about fae!roach or cowboy!Soap for a little thing to lift some spirits. I got my dads urn (it’s a little bullet on a necklace) and it finally sank in that I’m not going to be seeing him at Christmas. And I’ll never get to have his cooking again, and it hurts because my mom tries to replicate it but it’s just not the same. Everything feels like a pit, sucking all my motivation and energy. I didn’t realize that I would miss someone I called a deadbeat this much.

Sincerely, bad luck anon 🎱

I'm so sorry hun, the holidays always hit hard after a loss like that. You never truly know how much you'll miss someone until you're forced to miss them. We haven't seen any softness from fae!Roach, how about some of that?

It took no time from settling on the couch and turning the TV on to have Roach laying on top of you. He practically pushed you back down onto the cushions and made himself comfortable. You'd thought maybe you were about to get some, he'd grabbed your thighs and hooked your legs up around his hips, but no. As soon as Roach was sure you were comfortable he'd flopped down on top of you, scooting to rest his head on your rest.

You card your fingers through his hair, his arms tight around you as he cuddles happily. If you'd been hoping to actually watch the documentary you put on you're certainly not watching it now. Your eyes are focused on the man on top of you. He rubs his cheek against your chest, he wiggles his arm out from under you and pushes his hand up under your shirt. You hum and he tips his head back to look at you. His thumb rubs the soft skin of your stomach affectionately, not looking for more than you're offering but there.

"You comfortable?" You joke, watching a smile spread across his face. His teeth are just a little too sharp, his eyes a little too bright, up close like this it's harder to ignore that he's something else. He squeezes your hip lightly and settles his ear over your heart again, you take that as a yes.

Roach's fingers trace idle shapes over your skin. He moves with the rise and fall of your breaths, giving a pleased hum when you scratch at the base of his skull. He's warm and heavy, pulling you down with him into comfort. Something rumbles against you, and you fish around for your phone.

You check your notifications and find them empty, despite the rumbling that continues over your chest.

Is that coming from Roach? It's not a sound you've ever heard a human make, but somehow your curiosity doesn't grab onto it. It warms you, pulls you down to something soft and comfortable. You sigh and feel Roach settle heavier on top of you. His fingers trace more purposefully against your skin, something familiar about their shapes draws your attention. You try to hold onto them, follow the path of his fingers in your mind, but each time you try it slips your focus. G-A-R- then it falls through your fingers like sand, slipping your mind before you can catch another letter.

But that's what they are, letters, spelling something you can't track. You want to though, it feels important. The letters stick themselves to your bones, sink under your skin and settle along your muscles. You think that's why he repeats them, S-A-N- drop G-A- drop S- drop drop E-R-S-O-

Your head bobs, sleep tugging at you. Roach exhales, pushing down against you as your eyes lid. He presses until it feels like you fall through the couch, your breath floating with you as you drop gently down to sleep. Soft and warm, and safe with Roach.

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ivyjupiterwrites · 28 days

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MDNI - Tag You're It

I may or may not have been watching some tiktoks lately...This is what came from it. Just sexual themes, no actual smut sorry!

Also a more so neutral reader one for the buggy boy! Much implication that the reader is familiar with feminine things/mindset just as a warning/to let you know!

There's something so much about the thought of a shy boy being so run ragged by the hot thought of something he could so easily have if he just knew how to ask. Idk if that makes sense but tis the theme.

"I don't understand this whole trend." Roach lamented to you as he scrolled through his phone, thumb furiously swiping upwards. "If I catch you, I fuck you?"

You nearly choked on your drink beside him, eyes flying open wide you looked over to be met with a gaze of medium horror. Adding additional funny fuel to the fire.

You had of course heard all about it, the book it came from and the depravity surrounding it. You were certain Roach's life surely would be at least a few shades better not knowing. He was inexperienced as it was when it came to anything of that nature, even more so than you somehow.

Yet there there the two of you sat--with him watching you oh so expectantly--as if there was some intense lore you were to drop to cue him in.

"What's there to get? Pretty self explanatory I'd say?" You attempted to be as nonchalant as possible, dying inside yes, yet by some small miracle you were externally still. Face maintaining a rather serious, yet bored expression despite the shaken wasps nest within you.

Roach wasn't having any of it. Your reply was met with more throwing of his hands in the air exasperatedly and lengthily sighs. You could be downright infuriating at times. Particularly when it came to fucking him around.

"Uh oh I dunno--" he began in a funny tone after having taken a minute, "maybe, just maybe, why're girls so....strange?" which only cracked you up even more. You didn't have the answers to his question, you weren't sure anyone did.

"Whatttt???" You physically had to turn your head away from him to conceal the wide smile which rose the corners of your downtrodden mouth. He was hilarious at the worst of times--get him really going about something and he could have you in tears. Your feigned ignorance to his question warranted another series of vehement hand gestures and sighs.

"You know what I mean goddamit." you did, to some extent. Watching someone figure out in real time that there were many levels to the woman horny hierarchy was something within itself. The ranges were from as vanilla as snow to the darkest depths of the abyssal. This trend aligning more so towards the latter despite being no where near as bad as what it could. No where near as bad as some of the depraved things you'd seen.

"Okay but just hear me out for a second." having regained your composure you faced him yet again, this time attempting to lead him through the thought. Upon receiving a compliant, albeit biased nod, you proceeded. "What sounds so unappealing about a lil sexy tag-you're-it?" His brow shot up, curiously he silently awaited whatever you had to say next. "But instead of regular tagging, it's jamming your cock, tongue, whatever, into various holes 'til I'm quite literally sobbing from pleasure."

The look in which he gave you at your final sentence sent shivers down your spine. He quite literally sized you up, or checked you out--either way, it appeared you particularly piqued his fancy using the two of yourselves as the examples. Eyes leaving yours to slowly descend down your frame, thoughtfully, not rushed, before returning to meet your gaze. This time he didn't have a subtle hint of terror behind it, no, it was smouldering like you'd never seen before.

Roach mulled over your sweetly spoken words. He had to admit, explained like that, it didn't sound half bad. Or bad at all. Especially the way in which you had articulated it, so vividly that he was attempting to swoosh the beautifully sinful picture you had painted in his head away. It was hard to look someone in the eyes and talk to them while imaging what he was.

Especially when that someone was who he was talking to.

You.

"After a reassessment by the council, I concur, the ladies very well just might be onto something."

This is I feel like is what comes to Roach's mind. He has no idea how else running could be enticing. Unless maybe there was a special reward at the end. He's seen slashers and horror flicks, so he sorta gets the appeal. Sort of.

That's until it consumes his every waking thought.

Roach bides his time with the sweet imagery you had given him like a present--until it no longer suffices. His hand no longer suffices. And he isn't sure how to go about a solution.

(I like to imagine it like the audio 'at first I was like mmmm feet as a joke, I don't think it's a joke anymore'.)

Initially, Roach thought the whole example between you two, the idea of it--all of it--was a fantasy to keep in the back of his mind when he got bored. A forbidden fruit of sorts being battle buddies. You weren't exactly supposed or allowed to do anything. And so it was something he'd use on a rainy day when things were running particularly slow; or if he needed something sassy in the heat of the moment taking care of himself.

Until it wasn't.

He found himself watching you when you weren't looking, more and more--down to the point where the rest of the taskforce felt the need to point it out. His gaze trained on you so intently, they would've thought you were a roadside circus attraction or a cryptid or something from another planet. Thankfully for Roach, he was constantly wearing his goggles and helmet--so there was little to no chance of catching his pure, raw face reacting to you.

It began with when you were cleaning guns, running your hands up and down them. God your hands looked soft, he wasn't sure the last time he'd felt anything like how you looked. The little hums which would emanate from your parted lips, ones he wanted nothing more than to either kiss or shove something between.

You would be sitting there trying to apply lip gloss or hand lotion and he's glued to you. It was peak bad for him on missions, because when you were running around, the sole thing he could think of was recalling your conversation. Your beyond tight pants, the jostle of your body as you would hustle along, panting breathlessly.

You lived rent free in his mind for most of his waking moments, lewd, salacious delusions playing out in his head. Then, eventually, seeped into his unconscious ones. Roach was beginning to wrack up a tally of how many pairs of pants he could ruin cause good lord are the dreams wet. And many.

The excuses were also starting to run thin, ranging from a raccoon had stolen one pair while he was showering to another had gotten brains on them. "Roach, m'boy, the pants, they're supposed to be on you. How the bloody hell do you keep losing them??!" - Price I imagine, like really, that many pairs? Was Roach giving them away? Soap suggesting maybe he should've fought the raccoon for them back, he'd done something similar in Scotland with a bear apparently?

Roach was in a constant state of desperately attempting to stave off the lustly imagery to form any sort of coherent thought or sentence. Getting called on was a nightmare, a slurred, stumbling, fumbling godawful experience that left the others mocking him and wondering if he was on something. And if so, what, cause they surely needed some.

You had cursed him in ways he initially hadn't thought possible. Almost vexing his mind to revolve around how to get you in the very position. How to make it all happen. He had worked out what to do if given the chance, it was getting there that troubled him. Did he want to go there? Could he even go there? He wasn't supposed to, but goddamit he wanted to more than anything. It tore him apart.

"Are you okay?" Gaz eventually just had to ask him, seeing as none of the others were going to. They didn't touch that stuff, and if Roach was going through something, he'd get through it--their angle being if he wanted to go for drinks, they would, otherwise, give'im time.

Gaz didn't hold the same sentiment however when Roach just stopped being himself.

It was creepy, eerie and weird.

To have him quietly holed up in the corner like Ghost, brooding over god knows what when normally he would be bouncing around? When there were tons of unsupervised weapons like grenades, missiles and such just lying about? Yeah Gaz thought he should maybe talk it out instead of waking up to a huge hole in something, or himself. Or just not at all.

"Huh?" obviously being pulled from some part of his buggy little brain; Roach's head snapped up so he could meet Gaz's rather concerned gaze. "Uh oh... Yeah... thanks."

"Sure....No problem mate..." the conversation over just as soon as it had began, the scenario certainly did not unfold how he'd hoped.

Roach was unbearably dry, in tone, expression, hell even with his responses. Gaz was used to being met by a big greeting, typically accompanied with an equally large wave or finger guns or some other goofy ass gesture. This wilted flower version was like a phantom shell of who he normally was. Who he used to be. The hollowed, tired stare didn't suit his teammate, not in the least. It was unnerving as hell.

So promptly spinning on the heel of his boot when its just straight silence, Gaz is turning to leave Roach alone. Since that's what it appeared like, that the boy just wanted to be left to his own devices. Gaz didn't really want to, but he wasn't sure how else to tackle the problem aside from shouting 'what is wrong with you!?!' in his face. Gaz didn't figure that'd help.

He later decides the move is to confide in you about Roach, and how he thinks something is super off. To which you entirely agree. The bugs being buggy.... And when he goes on to tell you Roach tried to downplay him, you offer to tap in. Cause oh hell no, he was not going to just ignore Gaz.

"What's your issue huh?" kicking the bottom of his sole with the toe of your boot, you were at Roach the moment Gaz gave you the go ahead. Not that you really needed his green light to pester one of your closest friends.

"Didn't realize I had one." now more aware that his whole 'poker face' wasn't holding up to the trick, Roach was floundering. He was attempting to find any sort of excuse he could to cover his ass. Something smarter than 'a raccoon stole my pants while I was in the shower'.

"Well you've been holed up over here for nearly the whole flight." you returned as you crossed your arms over your chest, "Not to mention you brushed off Gaz? --D'you got worms in your brain or somethin'?"

"...Not that I know of." he carefully stated, side eyeing the surroundings like he a trapped animal. Like if your eyes were to meet you'd turn to him to stone. "Whaddya need?"

"For you to stop being so weird," you retorted with a good natured albeit disgusted frown, "Get outta that damned corner and come hang out." you tried coaxing him like the caged creature he acted like, your hand waving him along.

"Yeah okay...I will--just give me a sec." humming and hawing for a prolonged moment, he gave in, deciding to comply with your request. You certainly had expected a fight. Something. This all seemed surprisingly easy, you thought to yourself, before you seen him swooshing you away with his hand.

Understandably both confusing and irritating you.

"Uh-uh mister, I ain't going no where." crossing your arms over your chest, you showed quite plainly you wouldn't be obedient. Roach groaned at your defiant response, his head hanging back, shoulders slumping. There was a tenseness about him you had finally come to notice, no longer focused in on his emotional turmoil it was much clearer to see.

"Can you just go ahead please? I swear, I'll be right behind you." the underlying pleading in his tone had your brows furrowed. What in the blue infernal flames of hell was he going on about? The pained tone about him was strange. He could act like a kid but he never tended to whine like one. At least with you. Ghost and Price were another story.

"Why can't I just wait for you?" was your earnest response, offended he'd even suggest you to go ahead. You usually waited for him when the two of you were to walk anywhere. Lengthily he exhaled once more, nostrils flaring he chose to just rise to his feet.

Silently he loomed before you, peering down, just watching you. With his helmet and goggles obscuring 99.9% of his face, there wasn't much to be said about his expression. Unless he was talking or gesturing, you didn't have too much of an idea as to what was going on. Like presently. His stance suggested he wanted to fight you.... or perhaps had a brick in his ass?

Just like previously, you were thrown into yet another pit of confusion. What the hell was he doing?

Your eyes travelled down the frame before you, taking in his shoulders, tactical vest, and it wasn't before long your eyes rested upon...it. What he was ever so quietly as the grave to shamefully show you, or so you at least assumed from the way he bared it to you.

From beneath Roach's pants, ly his all too aroused cock, straining to be freed against his pants. For relief. The fabric looked like it was trying to choke it out, or burst, like it was painful. Or was going to jump out from behind the zipper and bite you.

"I can't stop thinking about that damned... trend you explained." he admitted lowly, and the way in which he spoke had you snapping your head up to look at him. Only to find now he had pulled his goggles up over his forehead, resting on his helmet. He was staring directly down at you, all sorts of emotions swimming in his eyes. "I can't stop thinking about you."

"That's what you've been thinking about?" you could've almost laughed in his face--as a matter of fact, there was a slight giggle to your tone as you spoke which caught his attention. Where you laughing at his advances? Exactly what he had feared. "You should've just come to me, I could've sorted that out for you, ya know."

To say he was sent reeling was beyond an understatement, as you had critically flat lined him with your mortal kombat-esque finishing move. Approval of his request. He had done it.

Roach's mind had drawn a blank as to what to even say, your sweet smile messing all the words up like alphabet soup. How could you be smiling like that after telling him he could do something so devilish to you?

"I'll even let you catch me before you gotta run too much." you winked to him, walking ahead as the two of you were supposed to be going to hangout. As you went ahead, you glanced over your shoulder at him. Roach was stuck to the floor where you'd told him he could enact his wildest fantasies.

So cheeky you were.

And he was absolutely going to take you up on that offer.

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