#roach x male reader

[burstinn]

You accidentally sit on their face, And they actually enjoy it

HEADCANONS

Warnings and Notes:

All of these aren't serious hcs, I was high again and wanted to make this

I made this for funny

Slight nsfw

Gn reader, target audience is male

Haha face sitting

People mentioned:

Riptide (Tide), Soap, Gaz, Ghost, König, Makarov, Keegan, Horangi, Price, Krueger, Roach, Logan, Graves

You are tired, after agrueling training from a grouchy superior who had a bad day so he had to take it out on you and your comrades. You needed to sit down, badly. Your legs are about ready to give up.

Once you reach the common room, fucking finally. You pull out your phone to find something to watch, while you make your way to the sofa.

And you sit down, Before you felt something poking you, something.. Wrong. You immediately look down realizing you.. YOU SAY ON SOMEONE'S FACE

"OH MY GOD, I'M SO SORRY"

RIPTIDE

- He immediately sits up looking at you, well if his mask was off he would be confused at fuck

- "Sorry for huh??"

- Seems like you say on him while he slept

- "... ", "nothin"

- Weird, but okay.. He tells you go off while he layed back down to continue his eye rest

- Thank fucking god, Thank the holy stars he didn't catch you sittin on him

- BUT.. The holy stars didn't feel like saving you right now. Because apparently a rookie caught you accidentally sitting on Tide and told him after he woke up.. That fuckin snitch

- Now you have to face the embarrassment of Riptide confronting you about it the next day.

- Tide sounds upset as well while confronting you, how humiliating

- Well the thing that you don't know is. The thing is, he angry cause HE DIDN'T GET TO FEEL TO ASS ON HIS FACE. HE DIDN'T GET TO FEEL A PLUMP ASS SITTIN DOWN ON HIS FAAACE

- and by God would he find a way to let you sit on him.

SOAP

- Yknow.. You know how I write this man..

- He saw you walk in, distracted by your phone.. Obviously making your way to the couch while he sitting down.

- Then he got the bright idea.. To yknow.. Lay his head down to just... Idk stretch.. Totally

- He had the pleasure as well to watch your ass slowly sit down on his face, well for a few seconds anyway. Then you immediately get off his face. Sad life fr

- "huh? What's up why'd you get off?" "Your ass is nice to look at btw"

- " you saw me about to sit down on you and you didn't say anything?!"

- "A man gotta do to experience something new man.."

- You would hit him. But you would also get in trouble for that.

- he would joke the shit about it as well. He would tease the fuck outta you for the rest of the month for this.

- Bro won't even hide to shamefully ask you if you wanna sit on his face again ( in a joking way)

- (He's actually serious)

GAZ

- He was about to shut his eyes when he suddenly saw an outline of an ass about to sit on him.

- His eyes suddenly opened and he tried to get up but nah.. Too late bro you gotta feel the full plumpy moons first

- When you got up his eyes were wide and his face was red.

- "no.. It's okay.."

- he got off and left. Leaving you in your shame

- He had to leave to compose himself.. He found something new about himself and he isn't sure how to react

GHOST

- His eyes were closed.. Then he felled something soft on his face.

- Then a scream oh my god I'm sorry

- Oh.. Shit...

- He sits up, realizing you sat on his face.. He doesn't say anything.

- His face is fucking red under the mask. Your ass suddenly looked twice as big as before. Don't know how that works but go with it fr.

- He got hard, you noticed.

- "dude.. Sir..?.. Are you.."

- He just looks at you. He has that look in his eyes

- Cmon, yknow what you gotta do.. YOU KNOW

- SIT ON HIS FUCKING FACE RUAUAAAAGHHH

KÖNIG

- He wasn't expecting ass in his face, he thought he wouldn't enjoy something like face sitting but hey.. It's actually.. Nice?

- He doesn't say anything when you suddenly sit up embarrassingly trying too apologize

- He just nodded..

- He wanted you to sit on his face again so fucking badly..

- So badly he would lay down on literally anything sittable while you were in the room

- It was so fucking obvious it was almost funny

- You had to confront him about it. And he just.. Confessed, yeah, he wanted you to sit ok his face

- .... Cmon bro.. Be a man and sit on the guys face, Make his wish come trueeee

MAKAROV

- " sit back down"

- "excuse me? Sir.. No-"

- you better sit the fuck back down on his face

- He will literally pull a gun on you and force you to sit back down on his face

KEEGAN

- No fucking lie he literally took a fucking huge sniff

- You know because you fucking heard that comically loud sniff

- You had to cut your apology short to look at that dude in disbelief

- "Did you just fucking sniff my ass?!"

- Bro will literally look at you with a goofy ahh face and just look at you.. Not saying anything, not even a fuckin nod

- "you gonna sit back down on me or..?"

- He made you sit back down on his face

HORNAGI

-EHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAAHAAHAHAHAHAHEHRHEHEHHhahahahahaahHAHAAH

- He will literally squeeze your ass, then pull your legs and make you sit back down on his face

- Don't even try to fight. His hands are fucking locked down on your thighs to keep you stuck on his face

- He made you sit down on his face for so long, you were literally concerned if he was breathing

- if you ask him if he's alive, he would just squeeze your leg to show you. Yeah, he's good

- if you look behind you, He's hard.

PRICE

- would smile and assure you it's okay.

- Pats your back, for more assurance. But he literally wants to Pat your ass

- Bro would imagine what it would be if you sat on his face

- Naked. Yes, if you sat on his face naked.

- If you did his beard would tickle you.. Which was what he wanted fr

KRUEGER

- He would say something like in a very angry and demanding tone

- "Why'd you get off?"

- "huh?"

- "Sit.Back.down"

- You did

ROACH

- Yo.. He feelin something he never felt before. Haha lie he just found a new kink he would actually enjoy

- He would literally follow you around and tug your shirt and point at your ass then his face

- If you would say no, He would leave and come back a few minutes later and do the same thing

- He would do it until you say yes..

- He's very happy. He's a very happy bug

LOGAN WALKER

- Would scream at you

- because you made him discover something about himself

- He's angry because of that

- He would force you to run 15 laps because of that.

- Then when you suddenly tired, sweating yo legs shaking from how tired you are

- He would silently and gently ask you ( he would toss you over his shoulder and walk you off to his room and make you sit on him)

- He won't explain why he did that. He just wanted to

GRAVES

- Would look at you like 🤨

- Then be like 😐😒😏

- stands up and slaps your ass

- and asks you to sit on his face

Everyone mentioned

- You will face fuck them

- Do not fight me on this, they will make you face fuck them

[fortheloveofkonig]

Hello, hope you're having a good day/night

I was wondering if I could request the 141 x Male reader, they know alot of medical like they use their knowledge of the human body against anyone whom threatens them (or people the care about). They aren't a medic are doctor parday but have extensive knowledge of the field that helps the team. Seem cold uncaring and ruthless but if anyone of them is injured its like a total switch of 'mom bear mode' checking them over the gentle hands and worry.

(Kinda of trope of don't mess with the doctor lol)

Summary: TF 141 reacts to Reader who knows a frightening amount of medical knowledge.

Note: I'm going to do this as more of a headcanons type of post ^^ hope this is good enough! ^^ I did 95% of this all in the last 2 hours

Content: Medical speak, Injuries, Slight Torture, Slightly Bad Medical Research, But I Did Research. Roach Talks.

Word Count: 1085

TF 141 x Knowledgeable in Medic Field M! Reader

Ghost

Probably first heard about your knowledge from Soap talking to him about how terrifying it is to see it come into play

Doesn't believe him.

You've always been good at what you do but have never shown any previous knowledge or interest in the medical field so, who can blame him?

There was also no way you could've went to medical school unless you were years above your usual education range

He finally sees it come into play when you two were 'interrogating' someone.

"If you're gonna stab, don't do it right there. Price said he needs to stay alive."

Ghost looks at you, annoyed. "I've stabbed many people and seen many people survive stab wounds of surrounding areas."

"In lower places of the abdomen and with quicker medical care, if you do it there" You point to where he had the knife, pointed at the tied up man's skin. "It could puncture an intestine and we will be fucked. If you want to stab, move the knife below the belly button...about right... right there. Do not remove the knife once it pierces through."

He did as you said, with questions, but still followed your lead.

From then on he watched everything you did, even noticing that you took care of some of the rookies that ended up with minor cuts and damage that wasn't enough to bother the medics with.

Needless to say, he also ended up coming to you for some patch ups, mostly when he wanted to keep his new damage a secret from Price.

He ended up finding it kind of hot during the interrogation thing so he often asked to do things like that with you again.

Soap

Honestly, probably figured out about your medical knowledge after he was being a dumbass with explosives and almost got hurt.

"Go change into some shorts and a tank top." Your voice was in a serious tone as you went to grab a nearby first aid kit.

"Already wanting to see me strip?"

You just glared at him until he actually left and did what was told.

Despite having only a few scratches, you still cleaned them up as best as you could.

You also went on a rant about it too, about how dumb he was

"Do you realize how dumb you are? What if you actually made a big explosion and a piece of shrapnel flew and hit one of the carotid arteries in your neck?

"My What?"

"Do you realize how fast you would've died? Why weren't you wearing any protective gear?"

"I'm pretty bad at forgetting protection."

If looks could kill, he'd be dead.

That was not the last time you had to clean his wounds, he seems to be a magnet for them.

Asks you more about medical stuff, just to get an idea on how much you know.

You know a lot.

Unsure at this point if he hurts himself in new ways just to hear you yell at him for what dumb way he could've gotten himself killed this time.

Gaz

He falls out of helicopters a lot, that's the truth. What's one more time?

This time (and somehow not the last?) he ended up hurting his foot, you were there the whole time when it happened.

When the both of you were both safe in the safety of a van, you got him to put his leg up so you could check it.

"This is stupid" He mutters, "It's nothing more than it has been in the past."

"Shush, let me concentrate" You mutter feeling around his bootless ankle, nodding your head when you hear him hiss at a pointed touch.

"Any pain when you walk on it?"

"Possibly....yes."

"I'm gonna say it's a sprain for now but I think we should take you to the infirmary after we get back to base. Doesn't seem dislocated. Possible fracture though."

It was just a sprain

Was surprised when you spoke fluent...doctor to the doctor.

Honestly felt like a little kid in the doctor's office, watching his parent's converse with the Doctor telling them what was wrong.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

Price

Always knew, almost nothing gets by him unnoticed

Was probably one of the reasons he wanted you on the task force.

He knows how soap and gaz the boys are

Has you teaching rookies how to probably put a tourniquet on.

"What the fuck are you doing? That's not how I taught you."

The rookie you were speaking to just looked down at the dummy that they were working on and the tourniquet, "It looks-"

"Terrible! He's still bleeding out! Retry it."

Definitely has to sit in on these sessions, some rookies have complained to him that you take it too far.

You always just use the excuse that if those were real people and not training dummies, they'd be at fault for letting them die.

He agrees with you.

The rookie looks over at Price.

"Get to it. He told you to retry it. The man is bleeding out."

Mostly just sits in because it's less complaints now that he is showing he agrees with you in front of everyone.

Roach

This fucker needs a friend that has medical knowledge

Much like Soap, it seems like he is a wound magnet

Was probably the first of the 141 that you had to go full protective, medical knowledge out and work on him.

Man's like a tank too, no matter what the day brings to him it seems he's just able to walk it off

You don't let him

"You're limping, sit down."

He just waves it off, "'m good."

"Like hell you are." You walk up to him and grab his wrist, dragging him to a nearby chair and pushing him onto it. "Stay or I'll have Ghost lay on you."

Does not stay.

You cannot get Ghost to lay on him.

You just end up pelting pillows at him until he joins into a pillow fight, and you both end up getting exhausted.

"I'll rest right here."

"Good."

Stubborn but still okay with medical help

Often comes to you with oddly specific questions.

"Hypothetically, if a car blew up in the near vicinity of where I was at, what is the possible health issues that could arise?"

"Well, burn marks obviously, depending on the distance it could be any degree. If it was enough to knock you over, then a possible concussion. Depending if you hit the ground and hard enough, possible broken or fractured bones. Not to even mention the possible pieces of metal and glass flying, and just blast trauma in general. Could cause damage to internal organs with enough force."

"Okay, so...hypothetically, if that happened, I should go to the infirmary?"

"Roach, were you next to a car when it blew up?"

"..."

"Gary???"

You immediately dragged him to the infirmary.

[codisgay]

MORE Body & Cuddling HC's

*SFW*

Kinda sugestive tho (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

Holy shit, I didn't mean to make these this long but I love my boys so, eat my children, feast away.

-^-^-

Graves:

-Twink.

-I mean he's a brat, we know this. He has a very feminine waist and is clean shaved all over, he buys the most expensive shit.

-He has a tattoo, right above his ass. Yes. It's a tramp stamp.

-Always has to be the little spoon, but if he's really stressed he'll lay on your side and knead your pecs. Maybe take a chomp if he notices you're starting to nod off or if you even suggest you're bored and just want to get a book to read.

-He really is just a brat.

-^-^-

Alex:

-Im thinkin... Otter.

-Definitely has chest hair and some on his back too, happy trial starts right under his belly button.

-He's such a pretty boy and he knows it. Will absolutely use it against you. I'm talking making his way into your office when you're having to pull an all nighter because of paperwork. He'll slowly roll your blinds up, make his way to the couch in your office to lay in the moon beams as they shine ever so beautifully off his skin and highlighting his hair perfectly.

-Still ignore him? He's making noises now, clicking his prosthetic leg against the floor to piss you off, maybe saying nasty things to you in morse code while he's at it.

-When you eventually give in, just pick him up like a cat and plop him in your lap. Occasionally kiss his forehead while you're rubbing his back and he's passed out in record time, head tucked in the crook of your neck, his breath and stache occasionally tickling your skin.

-^-^-

König:

-Ok, I'm aware people hc him as big and hairy but I'm in love with @bluegiragi design of him. Just wet cat. So I'm gonna say twunk, a tall hunky twink.

-Minimal amount of hair on his chest and a nice sprinkle disappearing into his pants. Very, very pronounced v-line. Small waist big hips.

-Under his hood is a mop of stringy dark burgundy hair kept in a lazy low bun. Has a scar starting from his chin across his nose and up to his left eyebrow. Other minimal scarring across his body. His left nipple and tounge are pierced, on his back is a tattoo of a malnourished ork upside down hanging from a tree with tears streaming down it's cheeks.

-If he's on the verge of a panic attack and has completely shut you out, pinch the scruff of his neck that way you have his attention before taking his hands and setting them on your chest. The rhythmic thumping of your heart calms him down. Basically just cuddle and talk with him and he'll fall asleep in your arms.

-He's kinda lanky so he'll koala around you without even realizing, and God forbid your arm or leg falls asleep. He's comfortable with you so he'll blink his long lashes at you while jutting his bottom lip out, and you'd have to be an ass if you still tried to shift after he looks at you like that.

-If you're both in a meeting, and y'know he's a colonel so he's acting all serious and it can occupy his mind for a while. Not being affectionate because he drills into that head space heavily, just give him a minute or ask if he's up for a spar. Do not get all lovey dovey while he's like this, he tends to get angry and won't mean any of it but he can be quite scary and will just glare down at you until left alone.

-Eventually he'll come back and climb into your shared room. If you're awake and reading or something he'll wiggle between your legs, using your stomach as a pillow as he absent-mindedly traces hearts on your thigh in apology.

-But if you're asleep he'll dig that octopus plush out of the drawer and flip it on it's happy side, setting it next to your pillow so you see it the next morning before crawling under the covers and spooning you with his arms over yours and fingers intertwined.

-^-^-

Keegan:

-Def an otter.

-He'll trim his pubes but that's it, but only if you complain directly to him about them scratching you.

-Has both ears and his nose pierced.

-He reeks of musk constantly, at this point you're worried he doesn't shower at all. Sweat and testosterone oozing out of every pore.

-On a less grossly sexy note he has freckles, little ones dotted along his shoulders and this tiny beauty mark under his lip. Goes feral when you leave a hickey directly on the mark, he's feral in general but like... extra feral.

-He's Mr.Hotshot but like every human he has a weakness.

-Keegan P. Russ is extremely ticklish and hates it, you on the other hand love it, obviously. Because he tends to get huffy like a toddler and starts going off on you, just wiggle a finger under his chin and watch as this squeamish little giggle escapes his lips. His face will go tomato red as he points as accusing finger at you as he lets out a gasp of betrayal.

-Sooth him over by scooping him up and crushing him under your weight, he lives for the feeling of you going deadweight on him. Eventually calms down and traces the muscle lines on your back while you both begin to doze off.

-But don't celebrate now because he sleeps like a rock and snores like a pig.

-You still love him though.

-^-^-

Roach:

-Twink twink twink. Tiny bug man has stolen my heart.

-Has like no body hair except for his surprisingly hairy legs.

-He has antenna, just like actual antenna and know one knows why. Ask him and he'll chitter at you and scurry away. You've checked his entire body by the way, trying to figure out if he was hiding any thing else bug like while he has a smug smirk.

-Imagine getting up in the middle of the night and uh oh. Your pest of a boyfriend has mysteriously disappeared. Or... you thought until you swung your legs over the bed to find him and hear a startled squeak from under your bed.

-I mean, how dare you step on his hand like that?? What do you mean it's his fault for hiding under the bed? Nuh uh, all your fault.

-And like I said before he just has functioning antenna because they just move around, because you'll be sitting on the bed or maybe in your office and all of a sudden these little buggers pop up.

-He used to do it to scare you but as soon as you got used to it you figured out how sensitive the little antenna are. He'll be standing in the locker room, fresh out of his gear, antenna drooping with exhaustion.

-Just sneak up behind him and flick his antenna and watch as he trills, body shuddeirng and goosebumps all over his freckled skin as he looks back at you expectingly. Can't just leave your boyfriend all high and dry like that, especially not after such a brutal(in his words.. er, hands) attack to him.

-Let him scramble up you like a tree before you walk back to the bedroom with him on your shoulders, a freckled thigh on each side of your head with his swinging feet bouncing off your chest.

-If you're both in the mood, usually just him. He'll give you sloppy kisses, until you've got a throbbing vein on your forehead because he won't just fucking kiss you properly so you manhandle him under you, sitting on his pelvis as a whispy noise leaves him. Immediately craning back up to litter hickies wherever he can reach, he bites, not nibbles. Mostly on your nipples.

-Tugging those darned piercing until your nipples are raw and you have to shamefully wear tape over them since your uniform tends to scratch at them either way and it's even worse now. And the tiny fucker giggles about it too. If you aren't on mission and you stretch your arms out, your shirt pressing tight to your chest and the indent if the tape being visible once again he's break out into loud giggles if you're alone or with the squad but if with people that aren't the tight group of 141 boys his shoulders will just shake with silent, mocking laughter.

-^-^-

Pt.3 is also in the works ٩(◕‿◕｡)۶

I never expected these to be getting so many notes.

I might be missing a few tags, so oopsie.

[iceman-soup]

masc!reader x roach

Fuck's sake, you're thinking, laying in bed, wide awake and somehow still feeling like you have done all day - ready to fall asleep at the first opportunity. And now it's here, the room in darkness aside from the moonlight through the open blinds just the way you like it, and yet your exhausted body refuses to shut off. Typical.

If it weren't for how damn quickly your lips got cracked and dry, you'd be breathing through your mouth. Thankfully, you're not forced to do so quite yet - although the way your stuffy nose is sounding at every inhale, you might be soon, and that would be the equivalent of admitting defeat. So far, you'd been ignoring your earache, headache, every ache you had; you'd put aside how your eyes hurt and your legs and arms were tired from more than just training exercises with the rookies.

Now, though, you couldn't quite dismiss it, and it was catching up to you. Damn fast. Tossing and turning in the too-warm blankets (despite it being 2°C in the barracks, due to the inconveniently-timed broken heating), you let out a frustrated sigh, pulling on your comfy military socks and a hoodie and padding out from your tiny room, shoulders hunched against the chill.

Trodding through the corridors, wishing you'd bothered to put on shoes, you soon found yourself in the mess hall, quiet and dark and empty. You hated how eerie it was at night, but did appreciate the little coffee and tea machines at the sides, however cheap they tasted. Grabbing a chipped mug and pressing the breakfast tea option, you let your tired head fall to your chest, closing your eyes and swaying a little where you stand.

As the tea finishes making itself, you pick up the mug, grateful for its warmth, and sit yourself down at a nearby table, blowing your nose with a scratchy napkin but glad it was there anyway. More mulling over the tea than drinking it, you lay your head down, foggy mind drifting from thought to thought and not noticing the other man enter the mess hall.

A gentle tap on the shoulder jolts you upright, and you realise how you're sitting in almost complete darkness as your eyes adjust to make out the figure of Roach standing in front of you. He's wearing a set of matching pyjamas - one of those soft, chequered ones with a button-up shirt and drawstring trousers tied in a floppy bow - and fluffy socks, and is missing his usual helmet, goggles and gloves. Which you suppose is expected seeing as it's probably early hours of the morning. That being said, he's got on a smaller version of his normal mask, covering only the bottom half of his face.

"Are you okay?" he asks, tapping his fingers to his chest then doing a double thumbs-up to sign it. You smile tiredly, trying to be polite and say you're fine but your voice is raspy and painful when you speak. Roach tilts his head slightly at you, then points at the tea and signs for you to drink it. Too ill to argue, you do as he says and watch as he picks up your now-empty mug, putting it to the side apparently for someone else to clean up, then holding his hand out expectantly.

"What're'y' doing?" you mumble, taking his hand and entwining your fingers as you stand up, leaning into his body almost instinctively. He tries to sign something, but with only one hand free and your groggy brain, the message doesn't really get across. You follow him blindly anyway, not really caring so long as you can nab his warmth for as long as possible.

He leads you along the corridors of the barracks to a room that definitely isn't your own, going by the completely different layout and the fact that there's a knocked out Lieutenant in one of the bunks. You don't bother to question it when you're bundled into the bed opposite and followed by Roach, who wraps the seemingly infinite blankets around the both of you and presses a firm kiss to your forehead through his mask, despite the fact you're not at all dating or even close to this being normal.

He doesn't give you time to argue (not that you have the brain power to anyway), instead pushing you to lie down and quickly cuddling into your side, resting his head on your shoulder and tracing absent-minded patterns into your chest. You curl your arms around him, letting your mind catch up.

"Did you just kidnap me to snuggle with?" you process after a moment, glancing down to see him nod. "You share a room with Ghost." Another nod. "And you couldn't've gone the three metres over to his bed?" Roach hesitates; thinks. Then shakes his head stubbornly, legs tangling with yours.

Maybe that scratchy napkin was just brilliant, but you're certainly not feeling as ill and uncomfortable as before when you finally drift off to sleep, the Sergeant in your arms as your own little personal weighted warming blanket.

[luci4theminorannoyance]

Can I request Roach and Horangi with a male reader who has very striking/attractive eyes? As in once you look at them it's hard for them to look away or say no and it's very easy for you to make them fold with one glance

a/n: yah sure! I love writing for male readers :)

Roach:

-he always folds when he sees your eyes, especially when you want him to do something for you

-adores just staring at you while you do tasks or while you two cuddle, him laying on your chest and just staring.

-you could ask him anything and he’d just nod and do what you wanted

horangi:

-hates the fact that your puppy eyes can get him to fold over and do anything you want

-and hates hates hates when you get sad! He tries to avoid your gaze because he knows that he’d feel bad

-will take off his glasses so he can stare into your eyes as you do the same

[fixfoxnox]

How about 141 boys with a S/O who used to date Makarov, but like before he started his career as a terrorist

Oooh I've always wanted to do one of these

141 With a S/O Who Used To Date Makarov

Pairings: 141 x Male Reader (btw guys this is my default but I will write fem reader if you request it!) (No use of Y/N)

Notes: You'll get a bit of background, but essentially we're using my headcanons for Makarov's backstory in this, so if you don't understand after reading you may want to take a moment to read that! Also wasn't sure if Alejandro and Farah were included in this cause I think they're 141 but also they may just be like temporary members for whenever needed so??? I left them out.

Warnings: Possessiveness, implied abuse/kidnapping

Price:

Silence hung around the room for several moments, everyone standing tense as the offending video stood paused on the last frame, clicking over itself. No one knew quite what to say or do and most of the members of the 141 were looking between their captain and one of their lieutenants. The entire team knew about their relationship.

"Everyone out," Price's voice was harsh and it only took a few moments for the room to fully clear out, Gaz and Soap practically tripping over one another in an attempt to escape the stifling tension that had filled the room. Ghost and Roach were at least a bit more subtle with their rush to leave.

There was a moment of silence when it was finally just the two of them. Price was staring hard but his boyfriend was doing his best to avoid his gaze. "So," Price started carefully, "Do you want to tell me?"

"There's nothing to tell," his boyfriend responded carefully, still avoiding his gaze. His eyes trailed back over toward the small screen, frozen on the face of a familiar figure. He looked much the same and yet so different from the boy that he'd followed into the military. It broke his heart in an odd way.

"You," Price took in a calming breath, pushing himself away from the table and turning away, "You can't lie about this. Tell me, please."

There was another moment of quiet between them. "I don't love him anymore," his boyfriend spoke quietly, "if that's what you're worried about."

Price wheeled around to face him, his eyes hard, "That's what you think I'm worried about?" He moved around the table to him in several quick strides. Despite the hard look on his face, his hands were soft as he tilted his face toward him, forcing their eyes to connect, "That isn't what this is about. I'm worried about you. I'm worried about what he might have done to you. I'm worried about what he might want to do to you."

He turned away, unable to hold Price's gaze any longer. The man was so intense with his affection and care at times. It could be overwhelming for him. It was hard for him to talk about these things. His past wasn't exactly his favorite thing to discuss. He preferred to leave his past where it was. Where it couldn't hurt him anymore.

After a moment, Price gave a deep sigh. "Listen," his voice was soft, "you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I just...I need you to know that I won't judge you. I need you to know that at the end of the day, all I want is to know that you're alright."

"Makarov," he started quietly, his eyes moving back to the image on the screen, "We were raised together." He spoke carefully trying not to wince at the memories of that cold orphanage where they spent their childhood. "We were close. He was...different then. Sweeter, not obsessed with power and revenge. When he went into Spetsnaz, I followed."

He shook his head at himself, remembering the two's secretive relationship, the shared kisses when they would see each other between work with their squads. He remembered the way that Makarov had started to change as well. The little things, little things that were probably only noticeable to him.

"When he was discharged, when I found out what he'd done, I broke things off." He looked to Price, "I swear that was it. I broke things off and I haven't seen him since. I don't know what he was talking about," he pointed at the little screen, "I promise I have no idea what he was talking about."

Price grabbed his hand tugging him closer to press them together. He leaned their foreheads together, just sharing the space between them for a moment before nodding, "I believe you." He pressed closer, wrapping his arms around his boyfriends waist. "I believe you. Just," he seemed to hesitate for a moment, his face twisting up with something akin to rage, "if he tries anything," his voice was much harsher, "I'll fucking hang him."

"He's a terrorist," he reminded Price with a low voice, "We're going to bring him in and, no matter what sort of feelings he thinks he still has for me, nothing is going to happen." He tugged Price closer to him, pressing their lips together for a moment in a sweet kiss.

With the sweet slide of their lips together, he could feel Price relaxing in his touch. His relationship with Makarov was long over and, no matter what his former lover wanted, he knew that Price never let the terrorist even get close. He knew that Price was all that he wanted.

Ghost

"Simon, this is ridiculous," he sighed, turning his head to watch his boyfriend pace across the floor of the safe house, "I will be fine."

"Makarov sent you roses," Ghost shot back lowly, still pacing around. His mask was still on, something rare for when it was just the two of them alone. It let his boyfriend know how serious he was, how on edge he was. "He knows you. He's managed to find something out about my personal life and now he's targeting you."

His boyfriend could feel guilt eating at his chest and he was quick to look away. He knew about Ghost's past, he knew what happened to his boyfriend's family. He knew how much this was stressing Ghost out. "It isn't because of you," he spoke quietly, shame tinting his words.

He'd never told Ghost, he'd never told anyone. Running away was the most he'd been able to do. When things got tough, when he realized what the man he loved had become, he'd taken the coward's way out. He'd run and hidden and changed who he was in an attempt to avoid his past. Now it was back to haunt him.

Ghost continued pacing, "We have to keep you somewhere safe. If Makarov gets his hands on you, he'll kill you."

"I don't think he wants to kill me. Simon, I need to-"

"I need to get you a gun," he muttered, "I'll show you how to use it. You shouldn't have to use it, you aren't meant to get mixed up in this." He tugged at the edge of his mask aggressively, as though he wanted to tear at the material.

"Simon," he tried again. He had to tell him, "Come sit down, there's something-"

"We'll need to move locations too. The more we move the harder it will be for Makarov to take you. We can-"

"Simon!" He didn't like to yell, but his boyfriend wouldn't listen. He was so lost in his mind, so lost in his stress that he needed something to bring him back. His sudden shout seemed to do the job.

Ghost stopped in his place, frozen with wide eyes as he looked at his boyfriend. His boyfriend gave him an apologetic smile before patting the spot on the couch next to him and slowly motioning for Ghost to join him. There was a moment of silence that passed before Ghost hesitantly moved, sitting close enough that their legs were pressed together.

He took a moment, taking in a deep calming breath before speaking, "Makarov isn't after me because he figured out who you are." He held a hand up, stopping Ghost from speaking. He took another moment, trying to work up the courage to say what he wanted to. "Makarov knows me because we were together, years ago."

There was a long pause. "When you say together?"

"We dated," he looked away from Ghost, feeling heat run through him. "Before he was a terrorist. When I found out what he'd done, that he was working with the ultranationalists, I broke things off and ran." Hesitantly, he reached out to take one of Ghost's hands in his own, "I'm sorry I never told you. But this, him sending me those flowers, coming after me, it isn't because of you." He looked away from Ghost's blank gaze, nerves and shame eating at him. He wasn't quite sure how the man would react, but he understood that this could be too much for the man that he loved. "I understand if you-"

He didn't get a chance to finish as he was tugged into his boyfriend's chest and wrapped up in his arms. He was quick to relax against Ghost's chest, burying his face in his warmth as a kiss was pressed against the top of his head. "Thank you for telling me," Ghost's voice was still serious. He pulled back and took his boyfriend's face in his hands, pulling him close. There was a hint of something new in his eyes, something low and possessive, "He won't lay a finger on you. I'll tear him apart before he can."

Gaz

"C'mon, say something," he begged, watching Gaz's face closely. His boyfriend was frozen in place, his expression frozen in shock and horror. He should have expected this. "Gaz, please."

Gaz still didn't speak, he just blinked at him, eyes wide. His boyfriend could feel anxiety clawing at his chest and creeping up his throat. He started to pace around, rubbing at his face as he waited for the verdict from the man that he loved. He should have expected this. He should have known that he couldn't just explain things and expect everything to be fine.

He had to explain though, he just had to. He couldn't tell Gaz and have it come up during a mission. He couldn't let Makarov use it against him. His team needed to know, Gaz needed to know. He'd thought it would be easiest to start with Gaz, but now he wasn't too sure. Maybe he should have started with Price instead.

"You," Gaz's voice was high, but his sudden words stopped his boyfriend in his tracks, "You used to date Makarov? The terrorist?"

"It was before he was a terrorist!" His boyfriend rushed to explain, his voice nervous. "Listen he was still Spetsnaz and he was so nice! He hadn't done anything then but I swear when he did start doing things and I found out I broke it off! I haven't seen him since!" He stepped closer to Gaz, trying to plead his case. "I promise that I'm not-"

Laughter interrupted his speech and he found himself frozen in his place. Gaz was laughing? His shoulders were shaking and one of his hands was covering his mouth, but his laughter and the amusement in his eyes was clear to see. It sent a flush over his skin. His boyfriend was laughing about this?

"I'm sorry," Gaz held a hand out to him, his laughter growing louder and louder, "I'm, oh my god, I'm sorry." He doubled over, his hands on his knees to support him as he continued laughing, "You used to date Makarov," the words seemed to only add to his amusement.

"Stop laughing!" He complained, his cheeks a bright red as Gaz nearly fell to the ground with the force of his laughter, "It isn't funny!" His words didn't stop his boyfriend's laughter and he could do nothing but stand with embarrassment running through him as Gaz continued laughing. "I expected you to be mad," he grumbled out after a few minutes as Gaz's laughter started to finally calm down.

"Would," Gaz wiped tears from his eyes, "Would you prefer me to be mad?"

"I guess not," his boyfriend looked away from him with a huff, "I would prefer it if you hadn't laughed at me though."

"Baby," Gaz had a grin on his face as he stepped forward and wrapped his boyfriend up in his arms, "I wasn't laughing at you I just," he paused for a moment, chuckling again, "You have to admit that it's funny."

"How is it funny?" He leaned his head against Gaz's chest with a grumpy pout.

"My boyfriend," Gaz started with a grin, "Who is so overly cautious about everyone that he interacts with, and he of all people ended up dating a terrorist. An ugly terrorist too, in my opinion."

"You're certainly a step up from him," his boyfriend couldn't help but grin and tuck himself closer to Gaz's chest.

"Only a step up?" Gaz complained. Still, he had a grin on his face as he pulled back to press their lips together. The kiss was sweet, as most of the kisses that he and Gaz shared were. After a moment they pulled back, just enough that Gaz could mutter, "You know we have to tell the team about this right?"

"I'm already dreading it," his boyfriend pulled him back into a kiss.

Soap

"Why didn't you tell me!" Soap followed close behind him, both of them storming into the locker room in quick strides. His boyfriend had a scowl on his face but was trying desperately to ignore the clawing guilt and anxiety in his chest.

"It wasn't important," he shot back, starting to strip himself of his gear with shakey hands. "It still isn't important."

"Not important?" Soap stopped next to him, tossing his bag on the bench next to his boyfriend's discarded tac vest. "If you don't consider that important, I hate to see what you do."

He gave a deep sigh before turning to face Soap, crossing his arms over his chest with an indignant huff. "What do you want me to say?" He met his boyfriend's eyes, wincing at the anger that was so clearly there.

"I want you to explain," Soap stepped closer to him, taking one of his hands in his own and tugging him closer. He avoided Soap's gaze, looking away from him as things grew too intense. When he was so close he could see the worry that was so clearly undercutting his boyfriend's anger. It was much easier to handle when he could only see the anger, it was so much more familiar.

Soap wasn't like his past relationships. Soap was sweeter and more excitable and he'd never let his anger or his rage paint him into something that he wasn't. It was much easier to separate himself though. To justify his desire to push away if Soap was angry.

"You already know everything," he muttered, allowing himself to be pulled even closer until he and Soap were chest to chest.

"I don't think I do," Soap spoke carefully, "All I know is that you used to be with him and that apparently that," he seemed to struggle for a moment to contain the venom he was feeling, "bastard wants you back."

His boyfriend shrugged hesitantly, shame creeping up his spine as he remembered the last time that he'd seen Makarov, when he'd realized that a man that he'd trusted all his life had been lying to him. "I was raised with him," he spoke carefully, "I trusted him, he broke that trust, so I ended things."

"Did you," Soap seemed to hesitate for a moment, "Did you know that he was..."

His boyfriend gave a humorless chuckle, "When he was discharged, he told me it was all false accusations. That they needed a fall guy and chose him. I believed him." He looked up at Soap with wide pleading eyes, "When I found out that he'd joined the ultranationalists, I knew that he'd lied to me. I swear to god that I broke things off then."

"So what Makarov said," Soap's hands began to slowly rub up and down his arms, trying to comfort him even when he was worried himself. "You're not going to-"

"I'd never join him." He spoke seriously, stepping closer to Soap to whisper softly, "I'd never betray you. I swear."

Soap gave a relieved sigh, like that was all that he needed to hear. "Thank fuck," his whisper was muffled toward the end as he pressed closer to his boyfriend, connecting their mouths in a passionate kiss. All he needed was the reassurance that his boyfriend was his.

Roach

"You are not doing this, absolutely not," Roach's voice was harsh and he was giving a hard glare to the general who'd suggested it.

"Roach-"

"No," Roach shook his head, "This is crazy. I am not letting you do this. Makarov would kill you!"

Laswell looked between Roach and his boyfriend for several moments, a knowing look on her face. "You haven't told him," she guessed, pulling a wince from him and a confused look from Roach.

"Told me what?" Roach looked between them carefully, "What's going on?"

"We'll step out," Laswell motioned for the general to follow her and, though he looked grumpy about it, he begrudgingly stood to follow her out of the room. "Take your time," she gave him a small, supporting smile before fully leaving the room.

Silence hung around them for several moments. He did his best to avoid Roach's gaze, his hands tightening in his clothes for support. "What was Laswell talking about?" Roach's voice was quiet.

The words hung in the air for a few moments, sitting between them heavily. Finally, he worked up the courage to respond, "They didn't choose me randomly."

Roach moved around the couch he'd been standing behind, taking a quick seat beside his boyfriend before taking his hands in his own. "What do I need to know," he asked quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles onto the back of his boyfriend's hands.

Even in this moment, even when he thought that his boyfriend was hiding something from him, he was trying to provide him with some form of comfort.

"Makarov and I...we were together. Years ago." He moved closer to Roach, looking up at him seriously as he continued, "When I found out that he was working with the untranationalists, I tried to break things off."

"Tried?" Roach spoke carefully, but his boyfriend could hear the deep concern in his voice.

"He'd changed too much at that point," his boyfriend looked away, avoiding his gaze, "He, uh, well, he refused to let me leave. Tried to lock me up. Soon as I got the chance I ran, came to the US Embassy for help. Laswell is the one who helped me dissappear."

Roach was silent for a long moment, just taking in the information he'd just been given. He hid his reaction well, keeping his face politely neutral. His boyfriend knew him well though, he could read all of the microexpressions that he tried to conceal. He could read the barely contained rage that Roach was trying to hide. "I'm sorry," he muttered after a moment, "I should have told you."

That seemed to bring Roach back into the moment and his hands clenched around his boyfriend's. "I'm not mad at you," he spoke quickly, already knowing where his boyfriend's mind had gone. He tugged himself closer, wrapping him up against his chest with loving strokes of his hands. "You aren't going undercover," he spoke quietly, "You aren't going near Makarov ever again. I'll never let him get anywhere close to you again."

[rottingpirate]

141 with a male reader who has nightmares?

Sure :)

Also I'm sorry if some reqs take longer time, I promise I'll get to them

Ghost Ghost is no stranger to nightmares. And as he doesn't sleep much anyways, you don't have to worry about waking him up in the middle of the night.

He hates that you go through the same things as him though. He wants nothing more than to just make it all go away. He also hates how during nightmares he loses control of his body and has to experinece all these emotions. Unless you really struggle or toss around, he will hold you close to his chest,

there will be no escaping and once he holds you tightly he whispers in your ear, telling you that you're safe with him. "It was just a bad dream and no one will harm you." He'll cuddle you until you feel relaxed, leaving small kisses on your forehead,cheek and neck.

Soap

Soap is a light sleeper. He doesn't fall asleep easily, but he's happy to just lay next to you.

He's a life sized teddy bear. Or a travel sized teddy bear depending on your height. He let's you cuddle him as much as you need and gathers you in the fortress that are his arms. He's very sweet and soft. He will try to keep his voice soft and quiet

whispering and giving you reassurance that everything's fine. He will offer some gentle kisses to calm you down and then ask if you want to do something as a distraction. If you were up for it, he’d invite you to come work out with him so you can sleep better. Hard to have nightmares when you’re dead tired from a workout after all.

Gaz

Gaz doesn't get nightmares very often so he's not exactly sure as what to do. Honestly he'll be grumpy at first when woken up, but once he realizes it's you then he'll grow worried. He would be a little confused and/or scared when you start tossing around, sweating or panting in your sleep. He'll

pull you towards him so that your face is in his shirt and his face rests in your hair while

his hands are drawing all kinds of shapes on your back. He'll softly hum your favorite song until you calm down. He'll ask if you want to talk about the nightmares but won't push it if you decline.

Roach

Roach is an insomniac. He quickly picks up when you're tossing around or in distress. It's like he has a sixth sense or something. When you were dead silent, offering some quick breaths as a sign of being awake. Roach will hold you until you seemed to calm down. He will try not to invade your space and won't ask what the nightmare was about, but will listen if you tell him.

Once you have calmed down, he'll ask if you're ready to go to bed again. If yes, then he'll hold you close and simply let you hug him. If no, then he'll just make you some tea or coffee or hot chocolate or whatever you prefer and lay in bed with you.

Price

Price is another light sleeper. He feels your frustration and agitation before you wake up. When he wakes up in the middle of the night and you're tossing around, he grows concerned. He knows how scary it can be to wake someone up during a nightmare, so he tries to be gentle. He'll put a hand on your shoulder and shake you. He's right there with encouraging words and touches, whisper softly in your ear telling you that it's all right "It's alright, you're awake. You're alright. I got you"

[n0cturna1-m3]

Something New | Dom! Bottom FTM! Gary "Roach" Sanderson x Sub! Top Male Reader | Smut

Minors/Fem DNI

Warnings; Overstimulation, blindfolds, bondage, power bottom/service top, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, orgasm control/denial, hand jobs, brief dick sucking

Synopsis; Roach wants to try something new, and his lovely boyfriend is more than happy to oblige.

A/N; Not a request, but i said i'd do this months ago and i been workin on it fer a while (southern accent)

2.3k words

Roach had tapped him on the shoulder while they were watching a TV show on the couch, cuddling up and winding down after a long mission that had them both separated for some time. It was moments like these that left them both feeling content and happy, all anxiety about work washing away from being in each other's company in their home.

‘I Want to try something new,’ he signed, looking at Y/N eagerly. He quirked an eyebrow at him. 

 

"What?" Y/N asked. 

 

‘In bed. It’ll be fun,’ he urged, smiling at Y/N. He was sceptical but decided that it was worth a shot. 

 

"Okay. What is it you wanna try?" 

 

Roach gave him a mischievous grin and wrapped a hand around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss that he reciprocated quickly. Y/N hummed against his lips and tilted his head to deepen it. Roach let his tongue poke out and run along Y/N’s bottom lip, the latter letting his tongue slip out of his mouth to meet Roach’s. 

 

Before Y/N could deepen their makeout session any further, Roach pulled away and stood up, pulling Y/N up with him. He pulled him along to their bedroom and pushed Y/N onto the bed, climbing into his lap promptly after. 

 

"Hey, you don’t have to go so fast," Y/N said, placing one hand on Roach’s hip and gazing up at him. He shook his head and pressed their lips together once more, his hands holding the back of Y/N’s neck tightly while he snaked his arms around his waist to hug him closer. Roach slipped his tongue into Y/N’s mouth and relished in the moan that met his ears. 

 

Y/N let one hand slide down Roach’s back to cup his ass, squeezing one cheek in his hand. Roach’s hips bucked forward into Y/N’s, slowly grinding his groyne against Y/N’s through their pants. Little whimpers slipped past Y/N’s lips, his grip on Roach tightening slightly. He slid his hands under Roach’s shirt and squeezed his flesh, running his fingertips up the pale skin with a ghost-like touch. Roach shivered and bit Y/N’s lip softly between his teeth, pulling at it and nibbling lightly while Y/N grunted. 

 

He moved his hands down again and shoved them under Roach’s pants, grabbing his ass, only for Roach to take his hands off of him and pin them to the bed. 

 

"What, am I not allowed to touch you now?" he said. Roach smiled and kissed his cheek before standing up, walking to the closet, and rummaging through it. 

 

Eventually, he found what he was looking for and turned around with a relatively small box. He waved his hand for Y/N to sit back in the middle of the bed, him complying and resting his back against the headboard while Roach crawled onto the bed and sat on his knees in front of Y/N. He opened the box and pulled out a coil of rope. Y/N stared at it for a moment before looking back at Roach, who sported an eager face. 

 

"You wanna do that?" he asked hesitantly. Roach nodded hopefully. "Okay." 

 

Roach smiled with his teeth, Y/N taking the opportunity to admire his slightly crooked teeth. They were quite possibly one of his favourite features on Roach. 

 

It was charming. 

 

He motioned for Y/N to scoot forward, the latter doing so and allowing Roach to carefully wrap the rope around his body. 

 

And now Y/N was lying against the mattress, his arms firmly bound behind his back with intricate knots pulled taut over his chest, the skin dimpling on spots that squeezed him tighter. He felt slightly uncomfortable, but it was mostly out of nervousness. This was new and foreign to them both. Y/N felt safe in Roach’s care, though. 

 

Roach lifted a blindfold and looked at Y/N expectantly. 

 

"Sure," he said, nodding. 

 

‘Tell me if you want to stop,’ Roach signed. 

 

Y/N smiled and said quietly, "Okay."

 

He raised his head, and Roach reached forward to carefully put the blindfold over his eyes. 

 

"A little looser, please." Roach loosened it slightly. "That’s better. Thank you, Gary." 

 

Roach traced his fingers up Y/N’s stomach, only letting his fingertips grace the skin, causing him to shiver. His cock was half-hard, lying against his stomach, hot and flush and waiting for attention. Roach dragged his fingers down his stomach and wrapped his hand around Y/N, giving him a few firm strokes before turning away to grab the bottle of lube beside him. 

 

Popping open the cap, he poured some directly onto Y/N's cock, the latter grunting at the cold temperature. Roach grasped his dick again and began stroking it to fullness, admiring Y/N as his stomach rose and fell with deep breaths. His legs twitched, and his head pushed back against the pillows while he furrowed his eyebrows. He perked up when he heard Roach rummaging through the box with his free hand, anticipation making his blood boil and spread throughout his body. 

 

The moan he let out when Roach turned on a small vibrator and pressed it against the head of his cock was utterly enthralling. Roach’s eyes widened, and he stared at Y/N as he continued fisting his cock, his heart pounding in his chest as the man before he wiggled and grit his teeth, deep moans resonating from deep in his throat. 

 

He had never seen Y/N like this before. So whiny and desperate. Roach’s cock twitched in his pants, but he ignored his own neediness for now, instead placing the vibrator in his palm and pumping Y/N's cock quickly. He twisted his wrist and rubbed over the head when he reached it. 

 

"Fuck, fuck!" Y/N moaned. It was a borderline cry, and it was oh-so appetising to Gary. "I’m gonna- oh, bloody hell!" 

 

He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence as he proceeded to spill onto his stomach, muscles tensing from Roach’s hand that didn't cease its movement. He attempted to close his legs, but Roach just pinned one thigh down with his hand and used his knee to hold the other against the bed. 

 

Y/N's mouth hung open, a slew of moans and pleas for Roach to slow down falling from his bitten lips. Roach leaned down and kissed his shoulder, trailing up to his neck and sucking a hickey onto the soft skin. 

 

"Please!"  Y/N slurred, his mouth full of saliva that threatened to spill past his lips. The hand on his cock slowed significantly, almost painfully slow. Then he let go of him entirely and switched off the vibrator, grinning as Y/N's hips bucked up and the man groaning in frustration. 

 

Biting his lip, Roach dragged his nails along the underside of Y/N’s cock and watched it jump. As he breathed deeply, the ropes across his body strained against the skin, pressing into the flesh and irritating it slightly. 

 

Roach rubbed the head of Y/N’s cock with the tip of his finger and leaned forward, ghosting his lips over his ear before blowing gently. He let out a strange noise and sucked in a breath, holding it for a moment before letting it out. Wrapping his hand around Y/N’s cock again, Roach began stroking him quickly, squeezing him tight. His other hand rested on Y/N’s ribcage as he kissed and sucked on Y/N’s neck. 

 

His legs twitched, and he let out a throaty moan that subsequently caused Roach to let go of his weeping erection. He sat up slightly and planted a wet kiss on Y/N’s lips before sitting back on his knees, arms limp at his sides. 

 

Gary eyed him hungrily like a vulture plucking meat from the bone as he devoured the sight in front of him. His mouth was slightly agape, shallow breaths slipping past his swollen lips. His skin was hot to the touch, glistening with sweat. Come pooled on his stomach, seeping into the cord that held him tightly restrained. 

 

The big prize, however, was Y/N’s cock, hot and throbbing and slick with lube and his fluids. Roach licked his lips and moved back onto the bed, quickly shedding his boxers. Arousal dripped from his sex, wetting his thighs and fingers as he slipped two through his folds. 

 

Pursing his lips to stifle a moan, he lurched forward and rested his head on Y/N’s thigh, his face so close to his dick that he could feel Roach’s breath fanning over his skin. He rubbed himself quickly, huffing hot air onto Y/N without care. 

 

He whimpered and jolted his hips up, a silent plea for Roach to quit teasing and get on with it. Luckily, he complied. 

 

Roach thought, "How precious," as he placed his lips on the shaft of Y/N's dick. 

 

Y/N grunted and bit his tongue while Roach kissed his way to the tip of his cock, eventually pulling the foreskin back with his thumb. He pressed his tongue flat against the head, dragging it over the wet gland before taking it into his mouth and sucking softly. He slipped his fingers deep into his cunt while slowly taking more of Y/N into his mouth. 

 

Gary hummed quietly when the tip of his cock reached the back of his throat, choking slightly. He began bobbing his head up and down, sucking softly. 

 

"Shit," Y/N whimpered as he bucked his hips into Roach’s mouth. 

 

The latter gagged and furrowed his eyebrows, grazing his teeth against the skin as a warning. Y/N shivered at the painful stimuli, rolling his hips up again. Roach pulled off him, removing his fingers from his cunt, and glared at Y/N as he whined and writhed on the bed. 

 

He moved back up the bed and placed his knee between Y/N’s legs, gradually putting pressure on his cock until it began to hurt. 

 

"Ow! Fuh- Gary…" he moaned, again trying to close his legs but being stopped by Roach’s firm grip. 

 

Roach leaned down, dipping his head into Y/N’s neck. "If you keep moving, I’ll leave you here," he whispered. Y/N whimpered but nodded. 

 

Fuck, Roach’s voice turned him on to no end. It was rare that he’d speak, so it was always low and raspy. But it was also soft and warm, leaving Y/N’s face warmer than before. 

 

"Good boy." 

 

He could have come from that alone, and he almost did. A droplet of come dripped from his cock and onto his stomach. 

 

God, Gary would be the death of him. 

 

Roach sat back again and looked at Y/N’s cock. He then decided that he couldn't wait any longer. 

 

He placed his hands on the back of Y/N’s thighs just below his knees and pushed them to his chest. Y/N grunted, biting his lip while Roach held his cock in place and slowly slipped it inside himself. 

 

Fuck, he was so wet, clamping around Y/N tightly as he rolled his hips forward. His head was spinning, sweat rolling down his forehead and getting caught in the blindfold. Roach sighs with contentment and begins rocking his hips back and forth, taking Y/N slowly inside of him. 

 

The position allows a different angle, a new angle that was driving them equally crazy. Y/N’s cock dragged along Roach’s insides, pressing into him just right and causing Roach to shiver and falter in pace. 

 

He pursed his lips and whined, pulling off Y/N's cock with a quiet, slick, wet sound. He moved one of Y/N’s legs to be laid on the bed again and straddled his thigh, moving one knee to be beside his waist with the other behind his other thigh, before taking the other leg over his shoulder and hugging it to his chest. 

 

Roach scooted forward and held Y/N's erection in place before slowly sinking it into himself. Moany-grunts met Y/N’s ears, filling his brain and making his cock jump. 

 

"Christ, eugh," he moaned, clenching his sweaty fists underneath him. "Close- I’m so..!" 

 

"Fill me up, baby," Roach whispered in a sultry tone. Y/N shuddered and came, legs shaking while moaning through gritted teeth as his cock spurted hot come into his cunt. 

 

Roach gave him a moment to wind down before he began to move. Raising himself and dropping back down relatively quickly, wet sounds filled the room, both from Roach’s arousal and Y/N’s release. 

 

He shifted his leg slightly to fuck himself deeper on Y/N's cock, rolling his hips back and forth so it would press into his sweet spot just right. Y/N whimpered with overstimulation, tossing his head to the side and biting on the pillow beneath his head to help cope with it. 

 

God, he’s close. Roach moved one hand in between his legs, fingers rubbing his dick quickly. Y/N let the pillow call from his teeth and moaned as Roach tightened around him from pleasure. Roach rested his face on Y/N’s leg, pressing his cheek into him and breathing heavily as he neared orgasm. 

 

"I- I can’t," Y/N stuttered, shaking under Roach. 

 

"A little more," he said. 

 

Y/N let out a sob, tears welling in his eyes. He let out a cry as he came inside Roach again, the hot liquid filling him. Roach bit his lip at the feeling of heat pooling in his stomach. 

 

Tears dampened the blindfold over Y/N’s eyes as he started to cry, his chest heaving and lips quivering. 

 

"No more, please!" he sobbed. Roach grinned and let go of his leg, reaching up to cup his jaw before leaning down and kissing his lips. Y/N sighed and leaned into it, knitting his eyebrows together. 

 

"A little more," Gary whispered. Y/N nodded and licked Gary’s tongue. He hummed and picked up his pace, chasing his impending orgasm as Y/N writhed and whimpered. 

 

Gary shivered, his jaw falling slack as he came. His eyes were screwed shut, cunt squeezing Y/N and forcing him to come again. He moved his hands to hold Y/N’s neck, fingers shaking as he kissed him sweetly. 

 

He slid off Y/N’s cock, come dripping out of him and onto his spent dick. Gary pecked his lips before pulling back and slipping off the blindfold. Y/N blinked up at him, eyelashes wet with tears. 

 

Roach kissed his forehead and wiped the sweat from his brow. He sat up, pulling Y/N’s attention with him. 

 

‘Let’s get you cleaned up,’ he signed. 

[jimmy-j-james]

Male x Roach. Make roach shy but not overly shy. And make reader flirty. If you want me to be more specific just ask. I love your writing by the way, please keep writing. Please only do this request if you want to and have time. Thank you!

BUG BOY

- M!reader x Roach

- Proofread:

- Genre: Fluff

- Synopsis: Total opposites? I think not. I partially stuck with the plot, though Roach isn’t overly shy. Rather, the pair is chaotic together, like, best friends, but reader has a habit of flirting and Roach’s lil’ crush isn’t helping the case.

A/N: I made it so the reader uses ASL (I am a learning user) with no specification as to whether mute or deaf. But I wanted to express my own personal likings of using ASL when selectively mute. Also!! This is kind of short, but I was in the mood for some simple Roach fluff!!<33

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(Y/n) and Roach had been sprawled out on the common areas sofa, the pair having been going through a Spider-Man marathon. (Y/n) lied with his feet laid out across Roach’s legs, the Brit having been silently complaining before accepting the fact.

All was fine in the moment, of course (y/n) had to go and ruin it as he tapped the Brit’s shoulder. ‘Bug,’ he signs with a cheeky grin ‘you, me, spider kiss.’ He finishes with a breathy laugh, teasing the flush that paints the masked man’s ears.

Roach’s face flushes a bold pink, a colour (y/n) has grown to call his favourite. The Brit is silent as he hides his face behind his hands, letting out a strained noise of disapproval.

(Y/n) pouts as he shifts his position, crawling over to Roach and pulling his hands from his face. Sitting back on his heels, he starts signing again. ‘Bug cute’ he hums happily, poking Roach’s cheek.

The action alone causes another meek whine, and the other male grins. It was often that (y/n) would tease Roach, craving the little noises the man made and the way he was so easily flustered.

Roach huffs softly, pushing (y/n) away gently and crossing his arms. The latter frowns, gently crawling into Roach’s lap and guiding him to face himself. Softly signing ‘I’m sorry’ before leaning down and resting his face in the crook of Roach’s face.

Roach was unable to stay mad, simply hugging the other close and letting out a small hum of contentment. The two going back to their film in no time. After all, it was common behaviour between the two of them.

Small play fights that end with the two clinging onto one another. And they wouldn’t change it for the world.

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[makima4ever]

Masterlist <3

»» Hello!! Some of you may know me as a very obsessed fan, THAT IS TRUE but I'm here to formally introduce myself. »» ~ You can call me Makima! :3 ~ Any other nicknames I don't mind as long as it's colloquial :,) REQUEST RULES: Rules! I will try to update my masterlist and improve my writing as time goes on! You can expect to see a LOT of Ghost and König. FEM readers can interact! I don't mind as long as you don't fetishize or make my works too weird!! ~ I will occasionally do more characters as well! All of 141 I can do, as well Los Vaqueros. :3 I will for SURE do a few OCs I have :3 »» I will try to update as often as I can, and I'll probably include an entirely separate masterlist for any drabbles or HCs I have too :3 »» HCs and Drabbles Masterlist! Ghost: Dissonance (M!Reader WIP) Soap: Gaz: Price: Roach: König: Rudy: Alejandro: Graves:

[gaycragula]

Quiet music filtered through your ears as your pen scribbled on the paper in front of you. You could hear Roach on your bed. The man had stopped by to bring you some food since you hadn’t yet had time to grab something with the paperwork that had stacked on your desk. The empty plate sat next to you, your stomach full and your motivation returned.

A gentle tap on your shoulder dragged your attention from the blurred lettering on the papers up to Roach who had come up behind you. You smiled up at him, laughing softly when he pressed his nose to your temple. “Do you need something, hun?” You ask quietly, pressing a loving kiss to his chin.

[burstinn]

REQUEST!

as a male!Reader, I feel very represented in your works,

could you write a male!Reader that’s really tall? Like, humongous? In hight, and body? (In the military as well)

I always see male!Readers that are so small and tiny and baby.

like, no. You get me? Just saying. Thanks!

Male! Reader with the height and body of a goddamn Monster.

(Headcanons)

Note: some mentions on top reader but I like to keep it ambiguous. So you can read it as a switch! Reader. This is a quick drabble of some Hcs

People shown: Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Price, Keegan, Graves, Nikto, König, Horangi, Logan Walker,Roach, Makarov, Krueger

-Reader is 6'5.

-Basically built like the Russian terminator guy

GHOST

- Got shocked when he first saw you, wanted to seem more intimidating than you.

-So he puffed out his chest and glared at you.. Bro wants to challenge you nahh 😭😭🙏🙏

-You would fold him tho ngl (in the ring and in bed fr fr)

-when he got comfortable with you kinda jealous his title of the big, tall intimidating man got taken away.

-When you sparred with Ghost it was a tough fight but you managed to get Ghost in a chokehold wrapping one of your tough bulging sexy ass arms around Ghost's neck.

-Never knew he wanted to be man handled so bad it was Hot he had to excuse himself and run off because he got hard.

-Starts imaging if your cock is just as big.. Spoiler alert.. It is..

SOAP

-Looks at you then Ghost mind blown that there was someone more humongous than Ghost

-Teased Ghost for awhile

-Drools over your pecs..

-He totally dreams of being crushed by you..

Or being crushed between Ghost and you.. Or both..

-Asks if he could feel your guns (Your arms..)

(IT COULD ALSO BE YOUR HUGE THROBBING CO-)

-Keeps glancing at your cock. Even though it's clothed.. I mean look at you.. Your manhood is basically too tight for your pants he can literally see your outline.

-Soap asked if he could measure your Length.. So he could see how far it could go inside of him YK?! YOU UNDERSTAND.

GAZ

-More interested than having dirty thoughts.

-Keeps asking how you got that big

-Wants to be just as strong as you

-Cutie patootie (T_T)

-Basically hangs around you to see how you work

-Even follows you so he could watch you train and spar

-Asks about your diet and if how your body looks is genetic

-inspired by you. Like a child (😭😭WHALUAAHHAH GAZZ)

PRICE

-Beneficial for him I mean he gets to have another soldier that's just as intimidating as Ghost.. Maybe even more.

-Is like a proud father

-Talks to everyone about you and how bla bla bla

-Trains with you

-He'd show you tricks and tips on how he trains and you show him tips and tricks on how you train

-Probably has a picture of you at his desk.. Beside the other pictures of his other not biological family. Aka. The whole 141..basically has a pic of everyone they all family up in 'ere

KEEGAN

-Heh.. Yknow.. Pictures..

-In the showers in lockers makes sure he's there near so he can see you in all your glory

-Probably had wet dreams about you

-Also makes sure he's there when your training. It's not like he's obvious everyone there is fuckin watching you

-What's that? You wearing a compression shirt? 🤨🤨 nuh uh in the sex chamber you go 👉

-Touching, touching, touching EVERYTHING

NIKTO

-Quiet

-What the fuck

-Silent panicking

-Jealous very jealous

-Compares himself to you, would train harder just so he can look like you (bb nooo 😭😭)

-Would watch also how you train your body so he could copy it

-You caught him once training in the middle of the night.. And he's using your technique on how you use the punching bags.. He's just getting some stuff wrong..

-When he notices you he got.. Slightly embarrassed and angry.. Panicked inside when you came closer asking him if he was using your technique in training

-You trained him properly on how you do it.

-so like now.. You train him in the middle of the night..

GRAVES

-same as price shows you off but more in an annoying way

-Hes boasting

-Would face you off against his strongest shadows no diff you still win.. Yuuuhhh

-Subtle touching like hand on shoulder, arm, head whatever.

KÖNIG

-Relieved that he has someone that looks like him.. Albeit slightly shorter.. Still!

-Got nervous meeting you first.. Forced himself to act tough to impress you I mean he is a colonel

-Makes sure to be in missions with you. Wants to see you in your most serious and intimidating

-Got intimidated himself once he saw how you act on field

-Tries to be on your good side the whole time

-One day he was watching you and just started thinking about YOU KNOWWW!!

-Blasphemous! He got red and cried to Horangi about it

HORANGI

-You know about this guy

-He's silly

-He'd read fanfics thinking it's him and you

-he'd make fanfics too, about you and him maybe adds König

-Shows it to König all proud and shit as if König isn't looking at him with absolute horror in his face when he reads what Horangi wants to do with you or you with him.

-He's delusional

-Slapped your ass and blamed it on someone else that's near him. It was König.

-Is it as veiny as your arms? A man can only dream.

-gives you a soda can and tells you to crush it in your arms.. Better yet in between your legs.

-Would then tell you like "good now do my head"

-PlEASE let him be between your thighs

LOGAN WALKER

-Rolled his eyes when he saw you

-Avoids you like the plague

-Why doesn't he like you? No idea. He a big pussy bitch is what. He sad you get more dick n pussy than him.

-Complained about you to Hesh

-He may not like you. He can't lie tho. You are good at your job so like he can't do anything about that

MAKAROV

-Sex Chamber. Now.

ROACH

-Quiet around you..

-Looks up at you like a damn bug. It's cute. He likes it when he looks up at you

-He'd jump on you and crawls around like a cockroach

-haha funi jok

-Would use your shoulder as a seat.

-If you do pushups he'd be on top of your back

ALEX KELLER

-Oh..

-Audible gulp sound (haha he's drinking your seme-)

KRUEGER

-Curses in German

-Dreaming about HAHAHAHAAHAH

-If he's fingering his gun to clean it he just.. Thinks..

-If he sees YOU finger your gun to clean it.. That's it he's done.

-He's dragging you somewhere

[sensivs]

I honestly want to do a little smut fic with roach but idk anything abt him so if you do know anything abt my bbg roach then pls tell me so I can write smut of him

[codisgay]

For anyone who read my 141 body hcs would ya'll be pleased to discover I am making a pt.2 and pt.3?

Pt.2 will have Keegan, Graves, König, Roach, and Alex.

Pt.3 will be the shortest with Rudy and Alejandro.

Let me know if there is anyone else you want me to add to pt.3, maybe I'll do a pt.4 with the OG 141 too

[iceman-soup]

amab reader x switch!roach

thinking about Roach lying on top of you, fingers tangled in your hair as he fucks you, heavy breathing and small moans when you praise him, tell him how good he's doing.

His face is maskless and pink all over, freckles standing out against his blush. He's slamming into you, thrusts uneven but neither of you are too bothered, your cock leaking pre against both your stomachs.

You grunt as he starts to reach his climax, becoming rougher and setting his teeth on your shoulder to muffle a loud moan when he cums, hips pressing against yours, your brain foggy as he pulls out, using three fingers to keep his mess inside you.

Roach shuffles down, other hand moving to your thigh, lips grazing your dick, earning a huffed out breath, hands on his head and guiding him to the tip. Once he takes you into his mouth, it only takes a minute or so for you to cum, overwhelmed with the pleasure as you buck up into his throat, eyes wild and needy when he looks at you with your load running down his chin.

[luci4theminorannoyance]

Could I request Ramirez and Roach with a male reader who is unintentionally clingy? Like always having a hand on them, never wanting to be far, following them everywhere, etc but he does it without realising

a/n: sure!

Ramirez:

-teased you about it at first but in the end your his boyfriend so he prefers you following him around anyway

-if you manage to follow him on missions such as you being on the same team as him though, he gets a tiny bit worried (not that he’d admit it) about you following him because you could get hurt

-adores just turning around and kissing you and going back what he was doing and leaving you all blushing

roach:

-he honestly thinks it’s so sweet, and will reach behind him for you to hold his hand multiple times a day

-he gets used to it very quickly since he loves having you around, but when your not following him now he gets a bit worried about where you are since your usually always right next to him

-loves the sounds of your footsteps behind him and simply just knowing your right there behind him always