#roachgaz

[bluebonnetbandit]

How Price found out his muppets were together:

Simon and Johnny: It took him a few months to figure out. He started suspecting it when their playful flirting over coms got to this point where he felt like he needed to shower after listening to their conversation, but one night he was up late at night and till this day regrets waking down their hall…and now he gets why he’s found poor Gaz sleeping on the couch in the common room multiple times…

Farah and Alex: He figured out slowly. He slowly took notice on all the lingering in their hands touching when they passed each other something, how neither would move their hand or foot when they were touching or overlapping, Farah’s smell always lingering on Alex, and so many more little things. His thoughts were confirmed when he saw a hickey on Alex’s after he and Farah were out for a few hours.

Gaz and Roach: Never fucking knew till he got their wedding invitation. He always thought their flirting was playful because that’s how it looked, especially because Gaz acted the same way with Soap and that’s his best friend.

[roachs-pet-roach]

Ghoap & Gazroach

am I the only one who feels like gaz and soap probably get really bad seasonal depression?

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like idk i can just see Johnny getting quiet (for him cause that man is a YAPPER) and like not being as enthusiastic during the winter

like he likes christmas and all but there’s a lot of his downtime being spent under blankets on the bed while he doomscrolls

ghost spends a lot of time cuddling johnny and making sure he showers and eats

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I feel like Gaz always just feels off. Like he’s just… tired. All the time. Like he goes to training and missions and briefings and all the things

But the second he has free time?

That man is asleep on the couch or his room or Gary’s room buried in Gary’s hoodie.

Gaz doesn’t do much on his own once winter hits

He’s just always so tired

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this wasn’t articulated very well but i wanted to project 😘✌️

[anonmousegosqueak]

Y'all know we don't have any of the official CoD men heights, right?

I dunno who decided König was both a colonel (he's not) and 6'-fucking-10", but that model is the same height as everyone else. Yeah campaign cutscenes, but in game? There's two heights, man and woman. Now am I against this? Hell no! It just means I can do this- >:)

If CoD men were SHORTER than their CoD man S.O.

Includes: Nikolai x Price, Ghost x Soap, Gaz x Roach, and Alejandro x Rodolfo. No Red in this one, don't ask me why.

Price < Nikolai

If Price was shorter than Nikolai...

So this is the version I personally enjoy. Big, fat, hairy bear Price, getting out done in all of those categories. To his men? He's huge. To his man?? Fuck, he comes up to just below eye level. He's bratty about it as well, constantly bitching when Nik puts something too high up (he does it on purpose) and squirming away from his relentless forehead kisses. His breaking point though? When Nikolai pins him up against the wall, slotting his leg between Price's as so he can rest on something higher up while on his tippy toes. He melts like a stick of butter left out in the Texas heat. He can barely even form words in the pink mush he calls a brain when Nik picks him up, carrying him to the bedroom like he weighs nothing. Maybe being smaller isn't all that bad after all, aye John?

Nikolai < Price

If Nikolai was taller than Price...

Now- here is our first instance of taller ≠ bottom or submissive. I'd say their heights are swapped from the first one, Nik just being a few inches shorter than Price. He's still tall, no doubt about it, but he does have to crane his neck to look Price in the eyes. Does that stop him though? Absolutely not. He's putting on his tallest heels (drag Nik beloved) and towering over John. He's shoving the man into a seat and sitting in his lap. He's grinning as he watches John throw his head back in pleasure, not stopping for even a moment. On a more wholesome note- Nik has a fondness of headbutting Price like a cat. He'll bonk his face into Price's mouth, basically giving himself a forehead smooch. He'll tuck his head under Price's neck while they cuddle, not caring that Price can no longer see the TV. He's shorter, yes, but he's still very much in control.

Ghost < Soap (hear me out)

If Ghost was shorter than Soap...

LET ME HAVE THIS- Y'ALL HAVE NO IDEA. So one of my biggest pet-peevs with how people draw Soap is that they make him so... Twink-y. Do me a favor and pull up a picture of that man- he's built like a fucking square! His arms can barely even be contained by his shirt, he does that stupid little caveman walk he does when getting off the heli (aka the walk big tall people do, trust me on this one). He. Is. Big. So why can't he be bigger than Ghost? Not even bigger like wider, I'm talking bigger in all senses of the word. Ghost is honestly a little scared when meeting him for the first time... This huge-ass Scottish man with a dumbass hairstyle comes up to him and *touches* him? Not even Gaz was that brave when he first met him... Ghost isn't fully sure what to do with himself, often just freezing whenever Soap does anything with his hight. Forehead kiss? Blue screen. Reaches above him for something? He's standing there for the next few minutes, looking like an idiot. The only reason the fandom never has Soap taller is because poor Ghost would break on the spot.

Soap < Ghost

If Soap was shorter than Ghost...

What do you want me to say? It's the fandom opinion. He's a brat, he's adorable and kissable and Ghost slings him over his shoulder. The end.

Gaz < Roach

If Gaz was shorter than Roach...

So I think in this case, because of the lack of official info, I'm going to make it more "what if Roach was taller than Gaz". Gaz is an average height, Roach is this tall lanky dude who shoved himself into increasingly small spaces. And Gaz? Gaz is fucking crazy over it. He likes the familiar shadow, the feeling of someone leaning on him and resting their chin on his head, the warmth of getting squished up against a chest. I think he's the most normal about it though. Sure it's hot, yes he loves topping someone so tall, but day to day? He's more concerned about warning his love about short doorframes than anything... And if he's secretly glad about being under 6'? Well that's no one's business but his own.

Roach < Gaz

Small bug being held up like a creature. The end.

Alejandro < Rudy

If Alejandro was Shorter than Rodolfo...

This one honestly makes me a bit feral. Fennec can confirm, I'm *not* normal about dom! Rodolfo. Pair that with physically being larger than Alejandro...? He's not nice about it either, using his hight and size to his advantage all the time. And Alejandro? Well Alejandro is replacing his third pair of jeans this week after ruining them. Sometimes the colonel just needs to turn his brain off, let someone bigger than him take care of him. He trusts his Sargent Major, trusts him with the power he holds. Yeah they like to play around with the height difference but at the end of the day? Alejandro feels safe with the mountain of a man. A (not so) gentle giant who can take control and let Ale just get to relax for once.

Rodolfo < Alejandro

If Rodolfo was shorter than Alejandro...

Oop- we got another short dom! Literally the same dynamic as the last one, big spoon and all. Except *maybe* he makes Ale reach the top shelf, no shame about it either. So what if he can't reach? He has an obedient pet boyfriend to do it for him. Again with the comfort, except this time it's more symbolic than physical. Alejandro is still letting go and giving power to Rudy, he's still curling into his chest as the other man wraps his arms around his torso, except now it's an even clearer display of trust and comfort. Rudy gets to be the big boss, to comfort and care, even while dealing with a man who towers over him.

[concernedgravy]

Surviving the worst of the worst and becoming the best of the best 💖

All four of them never thought they’d live until retirement but thankfully they did and they’d enjoy it to the fullest 🥰

[thejacketscloset]

Soap and Gaz are each others go-to person when they're feeling really down when on base for the longest time, and every single time they have the same solution to cheer each other up.

They always take a walk off base to a nearby convince store and get ""a little treat"". Of course, as they're walking they're being dumbasses and saying the strangest shit to get the other to laugh, and their ritual works well.

This also just so happens to be the times where they'll talk about whomever they may or may not be swooning over, Soap talks non stop about the mixed signals he gets from Ghost and how his crush is tearing him apart. Gaz lists all the ridiculous things that Roach got up to throughout the day and how hopelessly in love he keeps falls despite it all. Gaz is completely unhelpful with Soap's crush, so he decides to get some revenge.

Roach gets invited to their little snack run, and Soap has to hold in his laughter as he watches his best friend hopelessly swoon and panic throughout the night.

[sunshowersanddandelionwine]

Road to hell au creature cuddles, ranked from worst to best

Horangi: not at all interested in cuddling the typical way, and too small in his shifted form to really do much. Prefers to lay on top of König’s chest and suffocate him. Also, too many tails.

Soap: in human form? The best. 10/10 cuddler. But as a dragon? He forgets how big he actually is and the risk of crushing ghost is pretty high (not that ghost would actually care, mind you, but soap would. He very much would.) he’s also very pushy when it comes to cuddle time so if ghost’s not cooperating he will just scruff him and trap him

Rudy: he’s not super big on cuddling, but he is a reptile and he won’t turn down a good heat source (Alejandro) if offered. Also, he’s not a constrictor species so there’s less worry there. Feathers are soft.

Farah: excellent for cuddles, soft feathers and warm from her flames. She rarely had the urge to cuddle up to Alex (otherwise she’d be number 1), but the rare few times she does it’s *bliss*

Roach: big fluffy werewolf, of course he’s number one!! And he’s MASSIVE (like the size of a small car) so Gaz can just lay on his flanks and take a nap. Perfect cuddle buddy. You can’t get any better than this.

Honorable mention - Valeria: fluffy kitty says yes, sharp claws and teeth say hell fucking no!

Spoilers for road to hell under the cut

Nikolai: too big for proper cuddles in dragon form (he’s like two or three times bigger than soap’s dragon form) but he is very warm. Price likes to sit in the juncture of his neck and shoulder to do work while he’s napping

[blue2black]

Gaz and Roach, staring at each other: 😐↔️😐

…

Roach: 😐🖕🏼

Gaz: YOU’RE A FUCKING ARSEHOLE!!

Roach: 🖕🏼😡🖕🏼

Gaz: I’LL SHIT IN YOUR FUCKING GARDEN!!! 🫵🏾🤬🫳🏾 🔫

[snootlestheangel]

The brain rot is attacking me so I’m sharing the love

GazRoach but with Asexual Roach

Yay, more brainrot!!

I'm going with the idea that Roach is a burn victim and so he sometimes he has issues feeling comfortable in his skin (cause I just cannot unsee him as such because of all the beautiful art and writings I've seen depicting him as such). This has nothing to do with his asexuality, he was ace before the accident!

(also somehow fucked up the formatting and deleted two whole questions and the answers so like sorry if the first few questions are kinda rushed. I was mad at myself cause I had already written the answers just to immediately delete them)

Who was the one to propose? Gaz. It was the cutest, sweetest, most beautiful thing and Roach refused to stop hugging him.

Who stressed more over wedding planning? Roach probably. He wants Gaz to have the best wedding ever, but Gaz couldn't care less about the circumstances, just the fact he gets to marry his best friend :)

Who decorated the house? Gaz has style and it definitely started out as him, but Roach keeps bringing in little knick-knacks so eventually, there are rooms where guests can tell Roach had a hand in it's decor

Who does the cooking? Both can cook pretty decently, so typically they take turns. However, Roach often cooks more than Gaz. I don't know why, I just feel like Roach, even though he's a menace, can really whip up some gourmet shit.

Who is more organized? Roach, actually. Gaz is plenty organized, as a result of years being in the military and needing to keep his shit tidy, but Roach is the actual organized one. Yeah, he's bug boy, bugs have very complex systems and maintain those with diligence. -Roach's motto

Who suggested kids first? Gaz, probably. They don't think they ever will have kids, but Gaz is the one to ask about it first.

Who's the big cuddler? Gaz, but sometimes he gets banished to the floor when Roach feels constricted.

Who's the big spoon/little spoon? Gaz is little spoon. Whatever you do, don't imagine Roach burying his face in between Gaz's shoulders after a really tough day and just holding onto Gaz like he's his very lifeline (he is), and don't picture Gaz humming a little bit cause he knows the vibrations calm Roach down. Don't imagine them falling asleep like this, don't imagine Gaz staying in bed well past the time he should all because Roach is sleeping so peacefully, still wrapped around him.

Favorite non-sexual activity? Everything. They're such adrenaline junkies, despite their traumas, and like to push each other. They're actually working on Gaz's absolute terror of heights, bit by bit. Gaz wants to be able to ride a roller-coaster again without having flashbacks :')

Who comes home drunk at 3am? I don't see either of them being really heavy drinkers like this, if I'm being honest. Unless Soap is there and offers to drive both back to their place, neither really gets drunk.

Who kills the spiders? Gaz wants to kill them but Roach refuses to let him. Bugs are friends :) *Roach is very much committed to the bit*

Who falls asleep first? Gaz. I feel like he's so normal about things like that. Like he can just easily fall asleep, whereas Roach is laying there thinking about that ant he stepped on earlier.

A head-canon? Roach, being a burn victim, has a pretty tough time every now and then feeling like he fits in his skin. It doesn't help he's definitely got some Sensory Processing Issues, and so sometimes he really wants to claw off his skin. His burns do cover a good portion of his torso and upper legs. Sometimes when people give him a hard time about being ace, cause we all know there's those assholes, he just uses the excuse of his burns to make them uncomfortable. He came out ace well before the incident, but we all know he's not been taken seriously until he started blaming it on the incident. The two are still pretty intimate with each other; Roach loves when Gaz applies the creams/meds to his scarring, mostly cause the whole time Gaz is whispering praise in his ear, saying how proud he is, how pretty Roach is, etc. Not to mention, some of the places are hard for him to reach, and there's scarring up near his crotch (which is incredibly uncomfortable on Roach's bad days when he's reminded a lot of his skin isn't technically his own and he's overtly aware of the sensation of Gaz's hands on him), and so sometimes there's a lot of reassurance on both sides, from Roach saying he's good to keep going, and from Gaz to say "just a bit more, Bug, okay? You're doing good" Roach adores Gaz's physique, and is constantly photographing him; there's so many photos of Gaz in all sorts of different circumstances. The fall/cozy sweater pictures that are scattered around the flat, the ones of Gaz in the snow, or shirtless in the bright summer sun just looking like he's thriving. There's a secret stash of all of the nudes Roach has taken of Gaz. They're all so artistic and beautiful and non-sexualized photos of Gaz just simply ~Existing~ and those photos are Roach's most prized possessions. Roach just loves when Gaz isn't wearing clothes in general, and he's definitely stealing all his shirts so Gaz has 'no choice' but to walk around shirtless. Roach's favorite time of year is gray sweatpant season cause he gets the perfect view of Gaz's hips, the lines leading down and disappearing underneath his pants, the way Roach can still see the very minute dimples on Gaz's lower back, just visible above his pants.

Do they have any "rituals"? Only the process of applying creams/meds to Roach's burn areas. Gaz puts on a whole theatric basically to help put Roach into a good mood, and Gaz has to have the right playlist, the right stuff to cover the rather unpleasant scent of the medication cream, etc. (this is kind of a stressful thing for Roach, he's still pretty sensitive in certain areas/easy to trigger cause the trauma is still relatively fresh)

Who has the most patience? Gaz, most definitely. He's still glaring at you if you're annoying him, but it'll take a while before he ever loses his cool. Roach is just feral :D

Gif that sums up the relationship?

The silliest of sillies :)

[fossilizedpr0tienpowder]

Eat, my children

[eat-applez]

and why they eepy xd

[blukrown]

Silken Touch - Roach/Gaz

GAZ WEEK 2023 - ROPEPLAY/BONDAGE

Gaz is a ever curious man, so when Roach confesses he enjoys bondage, he finds himself ready and interested in trying it out

Or read on AO3

Contains: NSFW, T4T, Trans Gaz & Roach, bondage, sex toys (strapon & vibrator), use of words clit, cunt, tdick, pussy

Gaz’s breaths were hitched, and his body tinged with sensitivity. His limbs were restrained with pretty soft pink ropes, binding his wrists to either leg and forcing them to be half bent, with rope just below and above the knee. The position was called ‘the crab’ and it had him feeling exposed where he sat, naked on top of the bed.

It was all Roach’s idea. An avid enjoyer of bondage, Roach had confessed the interest early on in their relationship and Gaz’s curiosity was immediately peeked. They were not able to pursue this kink until they were on leave, but they had practiced similar things in the past. Tying Gaz’s hands together with a belt or knotting his pants at his ankles. Simple attempts at restraint, to give Gaz some familiarity. Dipping his toe in, although he wished sometimes to dive straight into the deep end. Impatient and eager as he always was.

Tonight was to be their first full foray and Gaz was so excited. Even now, after being tied and left to wait, his heart sang a trembling beat in his chest and ears. Eyes eagerly watching Roach take his sweet time undressing and getting everything ready.

Just sitting there, Gaz was already growing wet and hard. Apart from seeing his partner’s gorgeous body reveal itself under clothes, his restraints were a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure.

The ropes were soft but strong, with just enough give not to hurt but enough to chaff. Sure to leave markings once removed. His tdick ached between his legs, the stimulation of skin not enough to get off but he was close to it, just needing a little push.

Gaz may have felt embarrassed by it but he knew Roach would never disapprove, in fact it would more likely thrill him. Watching how his favorite kink thrilled his lover as much as it did him.

Finally, finally , Roach was done. Naked apart from briefs and black strap-on tied over the top. Freckled skin, dashed with scars, strong hands and a warm smile. Fuck, Gaz felt himself wiggle a little against his bindings. Wanting to reach and touch Roach, cup his face and see him melt into it, kiss him and feel him push against his lips, touch at him and make him moan only for him. But he couldn’t, and he knew that he might not get any of those opportunities tonight. And although that made him sad, it made his need for whatever Roach gave all the sweeter.

Roach closened to Gaz on the bed, looking over his immaculate handiwork and smiling. “What colour?”

“Green, so green,” Gaz said, voice coming out breathy.

Roach only smiled, kissing Gaz’s forehead. Gaz could not help but lean into it, wanting more. Almost vocalizing his mourning when those soft lips left him.

“I was thinking we start off with this?” Roach held up a cordless magic wand, a toy familiar to both of them.

Gaz gave an eager nod, cock twitching at the thought of finally being touched.

Roach turned the vibration on with a click, the faint whirring the only audible sound in the room at this time. Letting the toy ‘burr’ just away from touching Gaz’s skin, Roach cupped his lover’s cheeks urging him to look at him. When their eyes met, Roach was all the sweetest of smiles. Taking Gaz’s lips in his in a tender, soft kiss. 

Gaz let out a long-held breath, relieved for the familiarity of Roach’s lips. Pressing what he could, wanting more. Insatiable for any affection Roach would give him. Always.

The vibrator lowered, touching at Gaz’s inner thigh. Exposing Gaz to the sensation as it slowly crept down. Making Gaz wriggle in eagerness, hitching his hips if possible for even an inch closer to that imminent pleasure.

Roach was not above teasing his partner, he had done such things in the past. But perhaps he took pity on how needy Gaz was for the toy and his kiss, so he did not pause or mock Gaz any more than he already had. The toy making an imminent landing to vibrate against Gaz’s throbbing dick.

Gaz whimpered into Roach’s mouth, grateful for finally getting what he needed most - outside of Roach himself, of course. His body twitched as ripples of hot pleasure coursed through him as the toy rolled his hard tdick at a steady, delicious pace.

Their kiss was very quickly turning into Roach pecking at Gaz’s open mouth, as moan after moan soon brokered past so he could no longer reciprocate Roach’s affections. His climax inching closer with every second.

Roach, one hand busy holding the wand aloft, could not sign. Nor would Gaz doubtfully be able to see it, head rolled back and eyes shut tight. Instead, Roach wrote on Gaz’s naked chest over his heart with the tip of his finger.

Pretty. Good. This praise was then sent straight to Gaz’s dick, making his toes curl and forcing his limbs to strain against the ropes again. Making dull stinging pain mix with pleasure.

Cum. Do it. For me. 

Gaz did not need Roach to say much else, gritting his teeth and tensing his muscles as his first orgasm came crashing down like a tidal wave. His legs squeezed shut, forcing Roach’s hand in place and pressing the toy on his cock. Small crescendos happening thereafter as he rode his orgasm out until overstimulation had him finally pulling away.

As Gaz grew limp, there was a click as the wand was turned off. Roach’s hands touched near where the rope bit into Gaz’s skin. Soothing the area around and encouraging blood flow as Gaz’s heart steadied again.

There was then a soft tap of hand against his outer thigh, Roach attracting Gaz’s floating attention back to him. Gaz obeyed, although his eyes were still half-lidded and his head was still light as air.

“Ok to move on? Do you need a break or want me to undo the ropes?”

Gaz put the effort in to shake his head. “‘M good, love. Just needing a moment to catch my breath. I want to keep going, though.”

“Good,” Roach said with his everpresent kind smile mirroring his satisfaction. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

Gaz let out a huff, “What do you think?” Then wiggling his hips a little as he spread his legs. Displaying his cock and slick cunt.

Roach’s smile curled into an excited grin. “Next round ok?”

“Green as grass,” Gaz said, licking his lips. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

Roach audibly snickered, adoring how his lover’s ever-visible eagerness. Going between Gaz’s legs, he held his fake cock in hand. Rubbing the length against Gaz’s lips, gathering up slick and awakening the hungry flames in Gaz’s belly once more.

Gaz watched onwards, biting his lower lips as Roach rubbed the tip against his engorged clit. Forcing out a grunt outwardly, the bud of nerves still so sensitive. Roach seemed to catch on, not lingering long before aligning the head with Gaz’s entrance.

Pressing inside, Gaz let out a gasp at the intrusion. His walls squeezing but welcoming Roach’s cock inside. Filling him up until it was down to the hilt. Roach paused, letting Gaz enjoy just how full he felt. Relishing the slight stretch and pull that Roach’s cock provided.

Once Gaz seemed eager to carry on, eyes steadying and looking to Roach with a newly invigorated hunger, Roach started moving. Hands-on both of Gaz’s knees, Roach rocked his hips back and forth. Inching in and out at a slow, dragged-out pace. Pressing right to that perfect spot that had Gaz gasping and shivering around him.

Roach’s eyes were warm but dark with hunger, watching Gaz soon melt once more into pleasure, soaking up the sight of Gaz’s pretty body held together only by rope. His eyes travelled down to where they met. Pale, nude silicone, wrapped in Gaz’s dark slickened lips. Taking him in so well, so desperately. Reluctant to let go with each unsheathing. Biting his lip as he noticed the slight bulging of Gaz’s stomach. Where Roach’s cock pushed slightly upwards to be visible under muscle and skin.

Roach felt his own briefs grow ever soaked with his own juices, so turned on by making Gaz feel so good. Aroused by how much trust Gaz gave him and how much pleasure he gave back to him in turn. It made his chest ache and heart soar, moving him emotionally even amongst his arousal.

“R-Roach, hah- love, ‘m close. Just a bit quicker, an’ I’ll cum. Fuck, you’re so good to me, bug. Ngh- So deep inside, god- your driving my mad, bug.” 

The praise was like molten lava in Roach’s veins, warming his insides and making his own cock ache under the strap and soaked briefs. Determined to ensure Gaz came, without even touching his clit, Roach obeyed Gaz’s pleading.

Roach’s hands moved from his knees to his hips, holding at his sides and tugging him onto his cock as his thrusts quickened. The snapping of Roach’s hips against Gaz’s ass, as well as Gaz’s sweet moans and cries was a chorus of music in Roach’s ears. Making him even hum, as he fucked into Gaz with erotic fervor wanting to see Gaz come undone on his cock. Making him cum again and again, bringing him all the bliss and pleasure he so rightfully deserved. After trusting him with his ropes, being such a good sport, and being patient in his learning. So open-minded and eager from the beginning. 

Gaz soon came again, letting out a long moan as his body stiffened once more, legs squeezing at Roach’s sides and body quivering as his second orgasm washed over him.

Roach was kind and pulled himself out after a few moments into the afterglow, letting Gaz come down from on high and enjoy the sense of fullness just a little bit more before it left him.

Gaz lay limp on the bed, still restrained by pink ropes, thighs wet with slick and forehead glistening with sweat. Letting his mind go comfortably blank as Roach moved somewhere nearby.

Unbuckling his strap and abandoning his underwear, Roach was near Gaz again. Kissing sweet kisses to either of his cheeks, making Gaz sigh in contentment. His hands kind and careful on his surely over sensitive skin. Undoing Gaz’s bindings until Gaz’s limbs flopped free and loose. Legs stretched out and hands weakly reaching up to hold Roach’s head close. Softly tugging him to kiss him on the lips, needing silent, loving affirmation as Roach kindly rubbed life back into Gaz’s tender arms and legs.

Eventually, once his body had cooled and his breaths calmed, Gaz asked, “What about you? You want me to give you some attention?”

Roach gave him a shake of ‘no’, “I’m fine. You must be tired.”

Gaz frowned, “Not enough to not get you off. C’mon Roach, let me help you.” Roach bit his lip, seemably tempted but torn. Perhaps worried he was overworking his lover. “Bug, I want to see you enjoy yourself too. Do it for me? Please?” His sincerity was obvious and Roach could never deny those handsome, begging eyes.

“Okay but if you feel tired we can stop at any time.” 

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll be taking me to my happy place, Roachy. Between those thighs.” His eyes lowered to the still simmering heat between Roach’s thighs.

Roach let out a huff, catching on to what Gaz would like to do. “Fine. Call it your treat, since you were so well-behaved.”

Gaz actually snorted, lowering himself until he lay fully on the bed. “You can tell I love you, because I only behave for you.”

Both of them had giggled then, soft and warm. Exchanging a kiss before Roach got up on his knees and lowered his own hot heat to Gaz’s hungry lips and tongue. Taking Gaz to just where he belonged.

[bluebonnetbandit]

Ghost, meeting RoachGaz baby: Oi! She’s got so much dark, fluffy, curly hair and she’s so chunky you could confuse her for a baby bear!

Gaz: Hey! She’s not THAT chunky!

Roach: THATS IT! THATS HER CALLSIGN!

[anonmousegosqueak]

141 couples picking each other up (why+reactions)

Uh- yeah. Many rambles one day. I did SoapGhost, PriceNik, AlejandroRodolfo, and GazRoach (because 1. It's cute and 2. I don't wanna leave my husband out of this because he isn't mainstream popular) it's meant to be seen as romantic/relationship but I might make another platonic one if you want.

CW: none? I'm pretty sure it's just cute blorbos picking each other up.

Ghost picks up Soap

Soap picks up Ghost

Pretty common, sometimes your boyfriend is being a little goober and the only way to stop him from blowing up everything is to just... Scoop him. Tends to go with a bridal carry if it's just them together, full on tosses him over his shoulder if Soaps is being a little shit. Soap doesn't really mind, he likes being tall (and being next to Ghost's tits)

Nikolai picks up Price

Ghost.exe has stopped responding. Seriously though, if you ever want to break Simon (and you won't get punched in the neck for touching him) just lift him off the ground a bit. The first time Soap lifted him off the ground (barely) Ghost just froze. Didn't move, didn't breath, just kinda became a statue. It might be rare but if Soap ever manages to lift Ghost (never elegantly, he's too big for that. Ya just kinda gotta grab what you can and heft it up) then it just full on breaks the Lt. He's much more comfortable being held by Soap if his feet are still firmly planted on the ground.

Another common one (just hidden better). Tends to happen behind closed doors, usually when John is stressed or trying to overwork himself. The former leads to him wrapping his legs around Nik's waist, arms around his neck, and just enjoying the closeness (and maybe Nik gets to grabs at his lover's ass, but who needs to talk about that). The latter is always a lot less calm and cozy, more like a death match. Sadly Papa Price is no match for Daddy Nikolai 😔. The one time they actually did anything like that in public was after a mission that almost lead to Nik's death. The second Nik actually touched down he was bounding over. John practically throws himself at Nikolai, doing the whole romantic twirl hug thing. The Sargent's may have thrown up slightly in their mouth slightly, but Ghost was just happy to know his dad's were happy.

Price picks up Nikolai

Another rare occurrence. In fact, the only time it happened (that wasn't in a life or death situation) was back when they were younger. Both drunk out of their minds (Nikolai was slightly less shit faced than John), he makes the dumb decision to try to scoop up Nik. It actually works! For a second before they both come crashing down, thankfully onto a bed. Still, it was all giggles and kisses, just a really sweet moment.

Rodolfo picks up Alejandro

While I can't say this happens often, when it does it's ummm- threatening? Like Rudy is just so done with his hotheaded handsome husband, he just pins him against the wall. It probably wouldn't be as hot scary if it wasn't for the fact that Ale is literally off the ground, feet dangling. Rudy doesn't exactly look mad per-say, more just tiered. He's delt with this idiot for years, sometimes he just needs a break. So what does he do? Picks him up obviously. Long story short, that night ends with cuddles and both men significantly more calm (I'll let you decide why)

Alejandro picks up Rodolfo

Another rare one but mostly because even though he's smaller than Alejandro, Rudy is... Feisty. And he bites. But sometimes, only sometimes, Rudy is tired. He's tired and angry and just wants a break. It's then that Alejandro swoops in, takes the hissing man into his arms and just... Holds him. Keeps him close. Reminds him that no, he's not in that fire. That everything is okay. That they still have each other.

Roach picks up Gaz

He doesn't. I'm sorry but he can't. The most he gets is getting Gaz a few inches off the ground, even that takes some effort. He will offer yank Gaz into laying on top of him, the weight helping him sleep better.

Gaz picks up Roach

Gaz however, enjoys picking Roach up. A mix of all of the others when it comes to holds, he also enjoys squishing him to his chest like a large teddy bear or holding him up as if showing him off. They might both be twink-shaped but Gaz is still taller, you better believe he holds that over Roach's head (literally). Another common thing is the backpack, Gaz just going about his business (usually working out) with Buggy just kinda hanging on. And yes, Gaz has let Roach sit on his shoulders to 'experience being tall'.

BONUS FOR MAKING IT THIS FAR and I was thinking about an ask from a certain account (you know who you are)

I'm sorry but König and Horangi don't pick each other up. Horangi would literally die and König would also literally die (both from very different causes). Horangi gets crushed to death the second König puts any real weight on him and König would get his eyes scratched out by a tiger who's too much of a dom to be picked up.

Uhhh- that's all I think? Btw I found out why I'm so wack, it turns out I forgot to take my meds yesterday 🥲 I'm fine now but sorry y'all had to see that weird manic whatever today was. I love you! I'm gonna go pass out for three days now! Okay bye!

[concernedgravy]

“Mission successful, heading to RV point now.”

Gaz looked over to the other sergeant.

Gary ‘Roach’ Sanderson.

He was efficient and quick and the two worked exceptionally well together for their first mission.

🪳🧢

[thejacketscloset]

RoachGaz where Roach can easily lift Gaz whenever and it flusters Gaz endlessly. So obviously Roach does it as often as he can.

[sunshowersanddandelionwine]

Werewolves were a social species. This was a well known fact. The sky was blue, the rain was wet, and werewolves were pack creatures. The myth of the lone wolf was in truth nothing more than a fairy tale, a creation of humanity that was as incurious as they were imaginative. They spoke life into a story of self reliance and resilience, unwilling or unable to comprehend that such a life was nothing but a death sentence to a wolf - mundane or magical by birth. Wolves lived and died by the pack. A packless wolf was a dead one, or as good as. To wander alone, untethered to a community or family, was the greatest shame of all. It painted you as unlovable. It painted you as untouchable. It painted you as other. Gary Sanderson had never had a pack. Or: Gary Sanderson has lost a lot in his life. When he joins the 141, he finds something old, and something new.

IM ALIVEEEEEEEEEEEE

ao3 authors curse is real yall and it got me good

but heres part 3 of road to hell au, all about everyones favorite bug - now wolf - boy