#gaz x roach

[roachs-pet-roach]

Ghost doing this thing where he gets nightmares and his first instinct is to go check on his team (siblings, family, yk the drill)

(doing ghostsoap, Nik x Price, & gaz x roach for this one)

Johnny is first.

He’s usually found in the Lieutenants bed, sprawled across his chest.

Ghost lays there and makes sure he’s breathing.

Gary is next.

He can be found either in the common room, squished behind the couch somewhere, or in Gaz’s bed.

Gaz is next.

He sleeps like the dead, so Ghost has stopped knocking on his door.

He just opens it quietly and watches him breathe for a minute.

Gary’s usually there, squished between Gaz and the mattress.

Gary likes to be squished.

Price is last.

not out of him being Ghost’s least favorite, just out of the fact that Ghost can’t actually comprehend something getting price.

Yes, he worries, but it’s not a tangible fear like it is with the sergeants.

Price is usually in his office, working, relaxing, or that one time Nik brought Vodka as a suprise.

Price pretends not to notice Ghost when he peeks in

If Price isn’t in his office then he’s in his room, asleep.

Sometimes Nik is there, sprawled over him in the master chief death pose.

They’re all used to seeing their lieutenant in their doorway for a minute,

nobody says anything.

sometimes johnny goes with ghost if it was really bad

[spectrefyt]

"Confession"

See below the cut for my progress!

[sirrabbithat]

Price and Nikolia take their sons (the 141) to visit Graves for American Thanksgiving. A mini series (pt 1/2)

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Pre-established relationships: Nik X Graves X Price, Gaz x Roach and Ghoap

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Soap: "So we can't go into stores Wednesday through Friday this week?"

Graves: "Correct, the day before Thanksgiving, Thanksgiving, and Black Friday, and on Saturday, make sure to shop at small businesses because it's small business Saturday!"

Ghost snorts: "Shopping on Thanksgiving can't possibly be that bad."

Price: "The day before can't be horrible either. i get my shopping done a few days in advance for holidays dosent everyone?"

Graves: "fine!! Go shopping then!! Don't say I didn't warn you!!"

Soap: "I've heard horror stories about Black Friday though, ill belive you there."

Graves: "Never thought i could call you the sane one Soap."

Nik chuckles: "We are trained soldiers. A shopping center can't phaze us luv."

Gaz pipes in from the couch with a sleeping Roach in his lap, "I can kill someone for a Walmart TV like those old videos."

Graves sighs and flops down dramatically, sparaling across his boyfriend's laps: "Fine, go shopping whenever you want, then I give up. Don't come crying when ya'll can't find anything."

Nik bends down and kisses his forhead: "we wont luv."

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Gary “Roach” Sanderson if he was in the CoD: MW Series (2019-2023)

LOOK-- I really like Roach (i watched the remastered mw2 2020 recently) and I wish he comes back later on in the current MW series. So for now (and my coping-ness) let’s imagine his dynamic with the gang! (These are all HCs with some in between dialogue and plot, and I'll be using some major plot points from the campaign. A lil' heads up, its been awhile since i've watched the gameplay so the timeline might be a bit confusing lol) Masterlist here ! And a previous HC of Roach here !

Roach gets recruited around the same time Gaz does, after the mission in London when Gaz’s team was trying to stop a cargo right in the middle of the city.

Roach is one of the many officers that gets called in for back-up

And then finds himself working in tandem with Gaz, covering each other’s backs as they try and secure the hostages

Price shows up as per usual and saves the two from under the rubble

Afterwards, with the two surprisingly not broken, they handle the aftermath and comes in the scene where Price recruits Gaz after he admits they had a great deal of info on the bust but was unable to act on it

Roach agrees, seeing the movements and reports that Gaz makes to their boss in the SAS, and feels mutual of how restricted they are right now

Seeing their conviction, Price gives a call to Kate and adds an additional person to the team-- Roach.

Then they all go on all sorts of missions together, Roach actually being the more grounded but chaotic of the three

So, lets say he adapts the shenanigans we do as players when we play as his POV in game

Randomly, he is picking up all sorts of guns from the ground, constantly swapping and taking too long to loot enemy bodies (that sometimes Gaz does it for him so they could move on quicker)

Price on the other hand just lets him does his thing-- until he rushes forward like a maniac and go guns blazing in the Embassy

But, he also gets scolded by plugging up comms from humming-singing, and--

what the fuck- PUT THE BANJO DOWN--

He's the type of person to be like that one guy who plays jazz music on his comms in a gun fight (yeah i made a gundam thunderbolt reference mhmm)

You'd think he'd go deaf but no, he takes peace in the chaos

Reveling and thriving in it actually, like he’s too used to the scene (he is but he would rather work in the moment then act in worry and in constant stress)

Roach was almost tempted to go with Alex and Farah for their cause but thinks about how he’s a much better fit with the 141 guys, and how he could see himself working in the squad long term

He eventually meets Johnny and Simon on the mission to get Hassan

Yet that goes to high and hell when he was a part of the A squad, barely clear of any wounds- luckily, nothing fatal

But the situation he found himself made him more energized with serotonin, easily making quick work of the combatants in his vicinity— doing his best to cover for his comrades who were still recovering

He knows Soap and Ghost would be here immediately but he tries to convince to focus on the mission, to let him handle it as he hunkers down for a moment to reload

They both deny, checking out first the crash site before checking out Hassan, and coming up empty

Until Roach finds the metal shipping carrier, calling over Soap, then Ghost and showing the find of that disdained American rocket

Soap, is obviously confused, and doesn't quite piece it together until Kate discusses it with him

As the others got busy with their personal mission

Of course, we're having Roach join the Ghost-Soap duo in Las Almas

Because of needing more man power in capturing Hassan of course

He hops into the mission somewhere in the middle, in the mission in getting Hassan with the assist of Graves and his shadows

Roach definitely hissed at this man on instinct and had to be held back by the armpit by Ghost

Even though he had a bad feeling swirling in his stomach, he kept it in and somehow ended up on the same squad as Graves going into the Oil Rig mission

Anddddddddddddddd you can guess how it went with him-- horribly

Personally, I can see how Graves to be this straight-laced guy when it comes to missions in a way that, if someone diverts from the mission or does something that may jeopardize it even a little-- he is going to flip

So that's what Roach exploited, the comms in his ears blowing up every time he goes for a risky kill or -instead of going for a stealth kill- he's going in guns blazing with a very, very exhausted Graves behind him

But the thing about Roach, no matter how reckless he is, he gets the job done

Graves wanted to oh so leave him in the Oil Rig before he and Soap exploded it, but sadly Ghost had told him and Alejandro to get the hell outta there before he could (such a damn shame)

But at least he gets to capture him in the streets of Las Almas

He got quite unlucky actually, about to meet Soap and Ghost but one wrong move got him captured

Ghost and Soap obviously becomes worried, and they're (with Rudy) are more determined than ever

And yep, this is the moment where Roach just sees red

Wreacking absolute havoc in his way with rage filling his veins

If there was anything that was going to tick Roach off, it would be his own allies hurting

Loyalty, whether in the military or not, is special

And if you use him and his allies for your own bitter ends and means?

Oh, you are in a world full of hurt

So much so, that you wished he spoke the merciful words, "pick and God and pray" by your death bed

He doesn't, not for Graves and definitely not for the man he called the General- Shepherd

He swears that Shepherd counted his lucky stars that night when they couldn't locate him after "getting rid of Graves and his lackeys for good"

But it doesn't end there- their job never does

This time, he accompanies Price and Soap into infiltrating the building for Hassan, leaving Overwatch to Ghost and the other team climbing the tower led by Gaz

He is back to, not even exploding the glass and breaking it, but pushing himself off the side of the building and cannon-balling straight through (with, suprise surprise, little to no injuries sustained)

He's a miracle ball of sunshine really

Soap then follows through and Price just... he could care less at the moment with Hassan (who is once again near their grasps)

Roach wanted to stay and help Price (who didn't get shot fatally but was still hurt from the blow) but his captain said to go

Thus, he went--

Doing his best to cover Soap as they finally steal the detonator from him but eventually run out of guns, and eventually--

Get

Shot.

Soap has to decide now- whether to save his comrade and friend or to stop the fucking missile from destroying the white house

Roach knew the cogs that was turning behind Soap's eyes, so he grabs his cheek and head butts him

Telling Soap to get his priority straight as he forces himself back up to distract Hassan

Soap tries to decode and hack the missile as soon as possible when the coast was clear

Luckily, he had just a couple of seconds to spare

Unluckily so, he saw Roach's pliant body in Hassan's hands- being dragged right in front of him

Soap is enraged, wrestling and trying to get the upperhand on armed Hassan

Luckily, Ghost always has his back-- shot on point, direct, and done in one click

With a heavy breath, he gives his thanks to Ghost before calling an evac- checking Roach's condition

Hands are cold to the touch but his artery pulse--

Faint!

By the time MW3 rolls around, Roach is up and at 'em!

Refreshed and recovered with the proper treatment and therapy

Some grazes to the nerves on his shoulder but its still all good and working--

"Ow!"

Yeah, he can't overexert it like before

Which makes the Tf 141 relieved...for now

A/N: Cont for the MW3 part soon! I just wanna freshen up with the plot on Makarov 'cause it was a bit confusing to follow so yeah lol

[local-apollo-kid]

Ase RoachGaz thoughts inspired by my lovely mutual @eaveplzzz / @4me2knowandyou2wonder (I wasn't sure which blog to tag sorry T-T)

Roach doesn't think he's enough for Gaz, but Gaz very much disagrees.

He's constantly say little things like "I'm so proud of you" and "you're worth it" and "you're enough"

Just to remind him that no matter what, Gaz loves him, ase or not

Roach always freaks out when Gaz says these but in the best way

Roach is slowly learning that, yes, there are other ways to be intimate with someone than through sexual intimacy and Gaz is happy to help him

Roach is relearning so much of what he learnt growing up, and at times, it gets a bit much, but he knows Gaz is always there for him

Gentle hands raking through hair and forehead kisses while cuddling on the couches and whispers of soft words is enough for both Gaz and Roach, and they're fully content in it

UNTIL

Roach overheard Gaz arguing talking with a recruit

The recruit was adamant that asexuality wasn't real and Gaz was arguing that the recruit was spouting bullshit

It sent Roach into a spiral

What if he was just scared? Is he just scared...?

Gaz eventually found him hyperventilating in his (read: Gaz's) bedroom and helped assure him that he is completely valid

And the recruit was spouting shit

It took a long time (and hundreds of cuddles & forehead kisses) for Roach to believe Gaz

Safe to say, the recruit was never heard from again

[fixfoxnox]

Actually you know what, can we get a gaz getting kidnapped by ultranationalist Roach, I mean we got the others (sans price but he goes last so) and I wanna see how gaz's turn goes

Anon I am kissing you on the mouth (with your permission of course) and bumping this up before the rest of the Roach's sweet boys stuff

I was really like, "man, I'm gonna have to write the Gaz stuff without anyone requesting it" THEN YOU APPEARED YES

Roach's Pretty Boy

Warnings: Dub-con, Psychological games (not on Gaz)

Gaz has no fucking idea where he is. He knows that and the men chasing him definitely know that. He still doesn't stop running, racing through the abandoned building while desperately calling for Price through his comms, hoping that somehow he could pick up the man's signal again. He knew it wouldn't happen, not in this shitty old building, it changed nothing.

The men chasing him had guns, his had been knocked out of his hands early into the fight. This was an ambush. It was as simple as that.

The mission was supposed to be easy. Just him, Price, Soap, and Ghost. Get in, get the shit they needed, get out. What they hadn't expected, what Gaz hadn't expected, was for the entire camp of Ultranationalists to know that they were coming. How had they known they were coming?

They'd been told the entire camp was small, maybe fifteen men who were going to be transporting some highly precious intel or weapons or something to their leader. The man that the 141 had been chasing for months now, only going after him more vigorously after the presumed death of their teammate, Makarov, a month prior. It had hit the entire team hard, Price especially. They all wanted revenge, they were all determined to get it.

They'd come to the camp where the intel was meant to be and they'd split up to try and find it quicker. It was a stealth mission, the ultranationalists weren't supposed to know they were there. But then, just as they'd separated far enough that they couldn't come back together, there had been a shout and every person in the camp had made a b-line toward one of the 141 members.

Gaz in particular had at least eight of the men come his way. He'd taken a few out, but when he was forced to reload they took the opportunity to jump him. His gun had been lost in the fight, and a rather intimidating and large man had tried to...grab him? Not kill him, more like restrain. He didn't have time to question it. He had no weapon and he absolutely had to run.

He'd taken off on foot, calling out to the rest of the 141, trying to put together a meet point as his friends fought for their lives, or at least he assumed they were. He wasn't quite sure where he ran in his attempt to lose the men. He'd taken so many turns, ducked through so many small buildings. Every time he thought he'd lost the men and they would appeared again, still hot on his trail.

He'd made a stupid move then, he'd run into a building with the back entrance blocked. He had no choice, he had to move up. His legs were screaming their protest by the time that he stumbled to the top floor, quickly hiding somewhere as he heard the men still chasing him approach. He needed to get around them somehow.

He could hear their footsteps as they cautiously approached, their voices whispering harshly to one another. He could hardly hear them, but he still managed to catch a few things.

"Find him!"

"Careful, he's dangerous."

"Remember, the boss wants him alive and unharmed."

What? "The boss" wanted him unharmed? The thought made his heart beat in his chest rapidly. What the fuck could the head of the Ultranationalists want with him? Torture? Information maybe? Just someone to kill with his own hands?

Gaz peeked out from his hiding place, quickly scanning the floor. It seemed that most of the men had darted into other rooms or further down one of the halls. This was his opportunity.

He tried to keep his footsteps quiet as he moved, keeping low as he made his way back toward the stairs. He grew closer and closer, relaxing as he finally reached the top of the stairs. He was so sure he'd made it, so sure. Then large unwavering arms had wrapped around him, quickly and easily throwing his struggling form over their shoulder as though he weighed nothing.

"Found him," the man rumbled out, holding tighter to Gaz as he started to beat on his back, screaming and yelling in hopes that one of the members of his team might hear him. It was no use, help wasn't going to come.

"Right," another man called, "C'mon, I'm sure the boss is getting impatient." They started down the stairs, forming a protective guard around the one carrying Gaz. Gaz continued screaming as they took him out of the building, his voice going hoarse and his limbs going tired. He didn't stop struggling. It didn't matter. Help wasn't coming.

He could feel dread growing in his chest as the men brought him toward another far off building, tucked away in the wreckage of the small town they were in. The building hadn't been on their maps. This entire thing was a trap and they'd walked right into it.

He was brought inside of the building. He still struggled, but there was something else, he could hear his comms crackling again. They were picking up a signal! He could hear Price's voice begin coming through as he was tossed onto a, thankfully somewhat new, mattress on the floor of the old building.

He wasn't paying attention as his hands moved up to press to his comms, he needed to tell Price, he could hear the man's voice through the radio he had. "Price!" He managed to get out. His panicked voice was cut off as a hand reached down, snatching the radio off from his chest and disconnecting it from his headphones, the noises of the comm crackling through the air.

"Gaz? Can you hear us?"

Gaz surged up after the radio but he was met with a foot to his chest, shoving him back down onto the mattress and harshly pinning him there with a threatening pressure. His eyes trailed up to the figure above him, his heart sinking into his chest as he met the bright grin of one Gary Sanderson.

Sanderson kept his foot to Gaz's chest, pinning him to the ground as he brought the radio up to his mouth.

"Gaz is a little occupied at the moment, Captain. I can take a message for you though."

Gaz could hear the sharp intake of breath from the radio. He could hear Soap's strangled cry and Ghost's choked off gasp as they all realized just who had spoken from Gaz's comms.

"Sanderson," Price acknowledged harshly.

"Ding, ding, ding!" Sanderson gave a laugh, "We have a winner! Let's give the man a prize shall we?" He pulled a knife from his waist, twirling it threateningly in his fingers as he removed his foot from Gaz's chest and instead moved to hover over him. He held the Radio out toward him, pressing the button to talk, "Speak, pretty boy."

"Captain," Gaz choked out, fear flooding through system. He had to tell Price where he was, the man could still help, "We're at a building outsi-" he was cut off abruptly by a foot pressing against his chest threateningly again, the pressure just on the side of bruising.

To his surprise, Sanderson didn't do much else than that, only releasing the talk button to grin down at him. He gave a tutting noise, "Naughty, naughty." He brought the radio back up to his mouth, "Sorry, Captain, can't have you and your little team ruining my plans for your friend here."

"If you lay a finger on him, Sanderson," Price's voice was low and threatening, but Gaz could hear something else, another note to his tone. Panic. Fear. It was clear from the way that Sanderson's eyes brightened that he'd heard them as well.

"You'll what, Captain?" Sanderson grinned down at Gaz again, shooting him a playful wink as he continued, "You're in no position to be making threats to me. But, let me just assure you," he stepped away from Gaz then, tucking the knife he'd pulled back into his belt before pulling a gun from his waist. Gaz could see him flick the safety off as he turned toward him, fear filled his gut. "I'll take good care of your man. He is in my very very capable hands. Here, let me give you a demonstration." He pulled the radio away from his face, but kept his finger on the talk button as he quickly pulled his gun up and fired a single shot.

Gaz felt confusion flood him. Sanderson hadn't shot him? He'd just shot the wall? What was happening?

"No!" Gaz could hear Soap's voice over the comms, broken and hurt. They thought he'd just been shot. He opened his mouth to tell them otherwise, but snapped it shut when Sanderson turned to him, raising a finger to his lips indicating for him to stay quiet. He didn't want to risk disobeying the man.

"You," Price's voice was harsh, but it was also shakey. Shakey and watery. Sanderson giggled joyfully at the sound of it, "I'm going to find you Sanderson. I'm going to find you and kill you, and I am going to make it painful."

"Goodbye, Captain. It's always fun talking to you." With that, Sanderson tossed the radio to the ground at his feet, quickly slamming his foot down on it and effectively breaking it.

Gaz watched the man, anxiety filling his gut as he turned to him, his gun tucked back in at his waist. "Now then," Sanderson turned to the other men still in the room, "Wait outside for us, would you? I'd like a moment alone."

The men listened carefully shuffling out of the room to leave Gaz completely alone with a psychopath who was, no doubt, going to kill him. He shuffled back, trying to move away a bit as Sanderson approached him, quickly standing over him again. There was a pause, Gaz was tense, he was trying to mentally prepare himself to die.

He was shell-shocked then, when, rather than pulling his gun again, Sanderson dropped to his knees, straddling his lap and giving a happy whine as he wrapped his arms around his shoulders. The terrorist buried his face in Gaz's neck, nuzzling almost lovingly against the skin there. Gaz was frozen. He didn't understand what was happening.

"Pretty boy," Sanderson pulled back from his neck, peering at him with low eyes and a blush sitting high on his cheeks, "Pretty boy, all mine." He gave a bright grin and an excited little noise at his words before darting forward to capture Gaz's lips against his own.

Gaz's brain short-circuted at the feeling of lips sliding over his, a hand sliding into his hair to give a light tug. There was the feeling of a tongue licking into his mouth excitedly, like an overeagar puppy. He hated to admit it, but there was a part of him that relaxed, his mind going blank for a moment. The lips against his felt good, the hand in his hair felt good, the tongue in his mouth was so tempting.

He'd come back to himself quickly though, remembering that this wasn't some bloke that he'd met at a pub kissing him. This was a terrorist, a terrorist who'd just convinced his entire team that he'd killed him.

He shoved himself away from Sanderson then, collapsing back to lay fully on the mattress, his hands against the man's chest to keep him away as he stared up at him, a bright blush on his face. Sanderson gave him a pout, his now free hands running up and down his chest and dangerously close to the top of his pants, "Pretty boy," he mumbled out, almost shyly, "I thought we were having a good time?"

Gaz gaped at him. This was clearly an act, he could see it in the mischevious glint of the other man's eyes. He knew it was an act, but it still almost convinced him. For a flash, he actually felt bad for pulling away. It was a little impressive, though he would never admit it.

"You're," Gaz started, "You're the fucking head of the ultranationalists. You can't just kiss me!"

"Why not?" Roach tilted his head at him.

Gaz gaped at the man, his mouth opening and closing rapidly, "We're enemies! I'm meant to kill you."

Sanderson seemed to consider his words for a moment before he responded, "Hmm, no. I don't like that." His hands moved up to grab Gaz's wrists and, in a second, Gaz found his hands pinned above his head with a surprising show of strength, a face hovering just over his temptingly. "See," Sanderson bit his lip, his eyes tracing appreciatively over Gaz's face, "You're mine, pretty boy. Which means," He leaned down, capturing Gaz's lips again in a messy, almost frantic kiss. His legs moved, one slotting between Gaz's to rub against him through his pants. Gaz couldn't help the little whine that escaped him at the feeling. Finally, after another long moment and a harsh nip at Gaz's lip, Sanderson pulled back, "Which means, that everything you've known before doesn't matter. All that matters now is that you," his thigh teased at Gaz's clothed cock again and he gave a delighted laugh at the embarrassed gasp that left Gaz's mouth, "you belong to me, pretty boy."

Gaz could only gape at the man. Sanderson allowed him to stare for only a moment, a mischevious grin on his face, before he was burying his face in Gaz's throat with an excited trill. Gaz tried to struggle against the man's hands. It was no use. He tried to pull away from the mouth that attacked his neck. It was no use. He tried not to gasp at the thigh that was slotted between his legs. He tried not to grind back against it when it pressed close to him. "Get," he stuttered breathlessly, "Get off of me."

To his surprise, Sanderson listened. The man gave him a grin, pushing himself off of the ground to hover over his prone form again. "Pretty boy," Sanderson stepped back and motioned for him to get up from the floor, "Come on, we have to get going anyways."

Gaz hesitantly stood from the floor, worried it might be a trick. The only thing that happened was Sanderson stepped closer to him, tugging him down to capture his lips again. Gaz should have pulled away, he shouldn't have let his mind go blank again. But he did. Only for a second. A second was all Sanderson needed.

He pulled away from the man, startled as he felt metal click around his wrists. He looked down with horror at the cuffs that now kept his hands together. He looked back up at Sanderson, watching with growing concern as the man gave a bright and happy laugh. "You're so cute when you're confused." Sanderson reached forward, grabbing the center of the cuffs and yanking them, forcing Gaz to stumble forward into his chest. The man wrapped him up in his arms, "So sweet," he muttered into his ear, "I am going to take very good care of you baby."

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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

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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.

[ledbytheunknown]

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick/Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Farah Karim/Alex Keller, John Price (Call of Duty)/Original Female Character(s), Kate Laswell/Kate Laswell's Wife, König (Call of Duty)/Original Character(s), Valeria Garza/Rodolfo Parra/Alejandro Vargas Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John Price (Call of Duty), Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Gary "Roach" Sanderson, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Nikolai (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare), König (Call of Duty), Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin, Alex Keller (Call of Duty), Farah Karim, Kate Laswell, Kate Laswell's Wife, Phillip Graves (Call of Duty), Vladimir Makarov, Andrei Nolan Additional Tags: Grooming, Domestic Violence, Fights, Cage Fights, Injury, Permanent Injury, Minor Character Death, Major character death - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Gangsters, Organized Crime, Family, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Rape, Rape/Non-con Elements, Smoking, Long term illness, Heart Conditions, Physical Disability, Pregnancy, High Risk Pregnancy, Miscarriage, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Past Child Abuse, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Russell Adler is graves father in this.....even if just by mention. Summary:

London and its surrounding areas are run and controlled by five criminal organisations/families. The 141, The Vaqueros, Chimera, the Lions and the Shadows. John Price Junior grew up in the lifestyle under his father John Price Senior. After a break-up with a rival who was using and grooming a young John, John left to join the military only to come back to run the family after his father's death. He took in a 15-year-old John MacTavish whose parents had sent Johnny to settle their debts with payments of physical pleasure. John vowed he would protect him and became his guardian, Johnny enlists in the military to learn some new skills that will help him as a member of the 141 family. There he makes friends who also join the group. Then years later when one friend is taken manipulated and blackmailed by the rival Chimera organisation Johnny and John must work to get her and and another long lost away from Chimera and its horrible predatory boss Nikolai, the man who used, abused and tried to groom a young John Price

[khioneee]

tap out. pt ii.

warnings. mentions of death, emotional distress, grief and loss, pregnancy.

a few years later, another tap-out ceremony arrives, but this time, the air feels different—heavier, somber. simon’s been gone for over a year, his deployment unexpectedly extended due to an incident overseas. you’d been told he couldn’t come home for a while, but that didn’t make the waiting any easier.

today, you stand among families who aren’t just here to tap out their loved ones but to say goodbye to those who didn’t make it home. tears stream down faces as loved ones gather around caskets, grieving the soldiers they’d lost. the sight fills you with a mix of dread and relief, knowing simon is still out there, waiting.

simon stands in formation, rigid as always, but he has a sense for you. before you even appear in his line of sight, he knows you’re near. but imagine his surprise when he catches a glimpse of you in his peripheral vision, a small bundle wrapped securely in your arms.

his heart hammers in his chest, quickening as he realizes what this means. his breath catches, his eyes fixed on you as you approach. you look up at him, your eyes sparkling, a knowing smile on your face as you watch the subtle changes in his expression—the slight twitch of his eyebrows, the way his breathing picks up as it dawns on him.

both of you had been trying for a baby before he left, and now, standing before him, you hold that precious life in your arms. it had been a struggle going through pregnancy without him, feeling his absence during every kick and every sleepless night. but seeing him now, looking more than ready to meet your child, all the pain fades away, replaced by a joy so profound it fills every inch of you.

‘daddy’s home,’ you whisper softly, tilting the blanket so simon can see her tiny face, fast asleep, a perfect mirror of him in miniature. she’s got his nose, his quiet strength already etched into her tiny features.

with tears in your eyes, you reach up, your hand finding his cheek, tapping him out in the gentlest of touches.

the moment your hand connects, simon moves, breaking formation as he pulls both of you into his arms, holding you close as if he’ll never let go. his voice is thick with emotion, barely a whisper as he murmurs, ‘my loves.’

you knew your husband had a reputation in the military—a man as cold and unyielding as steel, a fortress no one could break. but as he held you and your newborn in his arms, that carefully built facade cracked, revealing a vulnerable side of him that only you ever saw. the tough soldier was gone, replaced by a man whose heart lay entirely with his family.

‘do you want to hold her?’ you ask softly, watching his eyes light up with a blend of surprise and joy.

‘her?’ he whispers, voice catching on the single word, as if it’s almost too much for him to believe.

you nod, smiling through a haze of happy tears. ‘her.’

with slow, reverent movements, you pass your daughter to him, watching as she looks impossibly tiny cradled in his strong arms. simon looks down at her with a mixture of wonder and fierce protectiveness, as though he’s already memorizing every detail of her face.

as if sensing her father’s gaze, the baby yawns, a soft little sound that makes simon’s eyes shine with awe. you catch the faintest smile pulling at his lips, a rare, tender expression that he reserves only for moments like this.

he leans down, pressing his lips gently to her forehead. ‘never gonna let anything happen to you,’ he murmurs, voice thick with love and quiet promise.

while simon was lost in his quiet moment with your daughter, a loud shout cut through the air, breaking the peaceful silence.

‘is that our baby i see?!’

simon’s head snapped up, his expression immediately shifting to something harder. he turned to see soap grinning widely, practically bouncing with excitement. with a sigh, simon reached over and smacked the back of soap’s head, though his movements were careful not to jostle the sleeping baby in his arms.

‘there’s people grieving, you idiot,’ simon muttered, but soap only snickered, completely unfazed.

‘and what do you mean, ‘our’? she’s y/n’s and mine. you’re not part of this relationship, mate,’ simon added, his tone dripping with mock irritation.

but soap, undeterred, just ignored him and held out his hands, wiggling his fingers in a display of exaggerated excitement. ‘oh, come on! let me hold our child!’

simon groaned, looking down at you with a glance that seemed to ask, ‘do i really have to put up with this?’ but he couldn’t hide the tiniest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as soap’s enthusiasm filled the air around you.

reluctantly, and with another sigh, simon finally leaned over, carefully passing your daughter to soap, though not without a low, ‘if you don’t keep her calm, you’re not holding her again.’

soap just grinned, taking her into his arms as if he’d won the lottery, cradling her gently and cooing softly.

soon after, the rest of task force 141 gathered around, drawn by the excitement, each member eager to catch a glimpse of the new addition to the family.

you and simon stood to the side, watching with cautious eyes as they took turns holding her, each one adopting a careful gentleness you wouldn’t have expected from hardened soldiers.

price held her with a proud grin, murmuring something about ‘training her to be the next captain,’ while gaz made her giggle softly with his gentle cooing. even the usually reserved roach softened as he held her, a rare smile tugging at his lips.

you glanced up at simon, watching his face as he stood beside you, arms crossed in a show of casual indifference.

but you knew him too well. beneath the mask of stoicism, there was something warmer, a subtle softness in his gaze as he watched his team, his family, sharing this moment with him. this gruff, unbreakable soldier, who had once thought he’d lost everything, had found a new family among them, one that shared in his joys and sorrows alike.

reaching over, you took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. he didn’t say anything, just gave your hand a quick squeeze in return, a quiet acknowledgment. but you could see it in his eyes, that gratitude for a family he never expected to find—a family that had now become part of yours.

[metallictastinglifesupportliquid]

Roach: Hey, wanna see something funny? Y/N: Um, ok? Roach: Say ow Y/N: Ow? *2 seconds later* Ghost, Price, Gaz, Soap, busting the door down: Y/N? WHAT HAPPENED? ARE YOU HURT? WHO DO WE NEED TO STAB?

[cherie-doll]

I said "do you think you'll kill for me one day?"

(Yes, of course I will, my darling)

― yandere!cod men x reader ― ε price, ghost, soap, gaz, roach, makarov, alejandro, rudy, phillip graves, keegan, könig, horangi, nikto з suggestive?

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ଘ You're no plaything for Price. He doesn't just like you, he adores you. Cups your pretty face in his hands; delicately. His rugged and rough hands become gentle as soon as he comes into contact with your skin, treating it as if it were finely-grained porcelain. He treats you the exact opposite of how he treats anyone else. Whilst he leaves everyone else covered from head to toe in blood for coming near you, you're covered from head to toe in the most expensive items you wish for. But, he doesn't want you to forget that his money doesn't represent his love for you, it does not begin to cover not even half of what it should. He'll be sure to remind you not to be spoiled rotten. He's fond of you and while he's interested in you, you should listen and obey to what he advices you. He is more experienced after all.

ଘ Compare what Simon's scars and bruises are to your unscathed body. Let his hands roam over your body, taking in all he works for. Let them wander and familiarize with what he's toying with. His breath on your skin as it quickens, losing his train of thoughts as he fondles you. He's convinced you're meant only for him. No one else should touch you this way, no one could do it like he does. And please return it! Cradle his head in your lap, so the sizzling subsides and he feels alive. Let him know he's the best, the one. Let him lean in and capture those soft, plump lips in a passionate kiss. Don't pull away, don't deny him his heaven. And don't you dare let anyone else trail your body with their eyes like he does. Why, he'll feel as if they're already doing what their mind desires. He's screwed up in his mind but he'll move heaven and earth for those thighs to wrap around his waist at night spilling the warmth between them. Make him feel warm and welcome, give him the world he burns everyone else for. He sacrifices others at the feet of your altar.

ଘ Johnny's smug smile can fade rather quickly with one sensual move from you, watch him get lost as his breath is winded and his body is overtaken with an all-consuming fire of passion. Oh, he can't even fathom the idea of anyone before or after him experiencing such things. He'll be paralyzed the moment you sit on his lap and putting your hand to his chest, let it trail over his heart which at the moment beats wildly. It's a sensation he experiences when plunging a knife deep within someone else's chest, he reckons the feeling is almost the same. He thinks his victims rather lucky they die this way. How many other people can experience that fleeting, overwhelming feeling?

ଘ Kyle's hand kisses are done with such reverent trembling and respect that he'll have your skin tingling with warm sensations as if the late evening sun was seeping into your skin. Let his and your body blend together like the watercolors on an artist's canvas does. Bask in his affection like you'll sunbathe on the beach. Take in all the good he brings you, accept every touch of his that starts with a secure embrace and ends with the colliding of your bodies. The cold with which he lashes out for others has no place with the gentleness he entreats you with. Keep your eyes on his, locked in his steady gaze immerses himself in fantasies. He feels dizzy as if his world was spinning, losing himself in the sensations. And after the elation, let him shower you in praises, caresses and gifts. Let him buy you two rings for each finger, how many could you want to show off having a caring partner when you slide his card at the register? Make your hands look pretty whilst his are leaving a trail of crimson blood after him.

ଘ Roach couldn't ever hurt anyone else, he didn't know what he was capable of until the importance of you came all too clear. You're something that shouldn't belong to anyone else in the world. It's a quick descent down the spiral of violent devotion. His soft gaze usually filled with admiration and sentiment for you hardens, his pupils dilating as fear takes over. He's only acting on behalf of all his anguish, you haven't the heart to condemn him. He's shown you what your heart is worth, couldn't you give him some sort of heaven? He will do very well at whatever it is you ask of him, just wait while he shows you. There isn't anyone else like him he says over and over as if a prayer or spell he could make come true.

ଘ Makarov does not care whether he deserves you or not. Unlike the others who will commit unspeakable acts out of guilt and use their "pure" intentions to purify their actions, Makarov is selfish and relentless in what he wants. He does not flinch at your attempts of control, it's lost the moment he takes you in. He's determined to taste everything you have to offer, whether it's willingly or not. But he does like things to be served on a platter for him, he also has no problem taking it himself. Let the hand on the back of your neck guide you in the direction you are to walk, be docile and you'll surely receive tenderness. He can never deny that he loves the way your lashes flutter as you look through them up at him as he pats your head for being so good. Overtime you might notice small details showing his exterior cracking and revealing the soft, white underbelly of affection. He feels as if his chest caves in from your actions, the subtle red at the tip of his ears. Keep pulling at his neck collar, he'll like that fake sense of control you have.

ଘ You wouldn't ever catch a glimpse of Alejandro's manipulative strategies until he finds someone threatening. Is it wrong you're not seeing enough of other people? His biggest fear is you falling for someone else, the danger of you getting too close to someone is palpable for him. The intimacy you two share is from the harvest he's worked so hard for. He's been slaving away for so long to just let someone else lay a hand on you. He kneads you into what he desires, anything to feel the beating heart in your chest which pumps only for him. He'll keep polishing you until he gets down to the bare essence of you, which he can only dream to capture. The rhythm he wants to feel rushing through his veins, circling throughout his body.

ଘ Rudy's tenderness blinds you as he takes you to what you can only describe to be paradise. With the shining of luxury, all new and just for you he says. He'll press a million sweet kisses on your face before dropping that a most bothersome person will no longer be graced by your presence ever again. To him it's like a quiet act of love, to you, it's unimaginable. Don't worry your head will all the details, isn't it better to have no worries? He's all smooth indulgence telling you to keep looking at the adorned future he has ahead for you, telling you not to pay attention to the blood that stains the walls of the hallways you walk. He would lay out a new, fancy red carpet over the corpses for you to step over and continue in this fabricated dream.

ଘ Phillip knows exactly how to get the best out of you. Can you blame a man for knowing how to get what he wants from you? Let him tease and tug for he knows what every maneuver of his does. The hands that massage your skin don't get dirty, he'll always have others ready and willing to carry out whatever order he gives. It's what he's accustomed to and how he intends to keep it. But the droplets of blood that splatter do not miss his skin. The stain is still there, still under the skin of the thumb he pushes inside of you, feeling around for that bliss. Let his protectiveness clothe your body, he's already blurring the lines between obsessiveness and possessiveness.

ଘ Keegan's eyes will have you coming to a stumbling halt. Asking for something only you know how to give so good. Those erratic eyes that are unpredictable as they are deep, representing the deep dive you have to be holding your breath for. Are you ready to indulge? Because the impact will have you gasping for air, and when you try to take one you'll only swallow a mouthful of carnal desire. He ignites such a heat it's scalding to the touch, you don't know what's happening it's like you lose control. It happens so fast that when it's all over you'll let his lips, from which hot breaths slip through, kiss all over your sweat glistened body. His eyes might be softer and hold it for a while until he's back to the merciless, cold gaze which freezes everyone's else blood, feeling it lump within their veins.

ଘ Let König go on his fast rampages. They're over quick anyways. And afterwards, when he comes back, cradle his head between your thighs his tongue tangling as he stutters out promises to buy you what you wish if only you let him lap at your sweetness until his thoughts are left to reckless abandonment. Let him get what he can't get anywhere else. Call him handsome as your bury your fingers into his hair, your fingertips trailing his jaw and down his neck to where his adam's apple bobs as he swallows hard. Place kisses on his cheek until he turns his head in one swift motion and captures your lips in a desperate kiss. He wants it all, wants all of you all at once it makes him messy, shaky and weak. But he just wants someone to hold him, rubbing his ears and whispering words of affirmation in his ear.

ଘ Horangi could care less what other's want from him. You're in his viewpoint and he's determined to apply as much pressure as possible to make you bend. The reason he justifies himself with is the lullaby he's lulled to sleep with. Everyone else wants something from him, why shouldn't you? Everyone else is just in the way, he says over and over again, trying to make you focus on his lips instead of the bodies on the floor. With what he's done, he expects a standing ovation from you, nothing but complete adoration and servitude. He's a man who chases after impulses, who knows how long until this candle runs out. For now, ignore the brusque hand and acknowledge the underlying intents. He'll keep this lecherous momentum going until you're feeling faint from the mere touch of his hand.

ଘ Resignation is a trait Nikto works hard to work out of you. Surely, you ought to trust him after all he's done for you. In his mind, he's dedicated such gentle caring to you, you should be grateful. Don't be afraid to take directly out of his hand, he prefers you lose that skepticism. And when you do start to gentle, oh he can never get enough of it. His fingers grazing and gliding over your body at any and every chance he can get. Let him delve deeper into you, it's only natural for him to want to know you better. Every quiver of yours, he feels through the epidermis of his skin. He just knows you that well. His jerking movements shouldn't startle you by now. Maybe if you were more open, you would be telling him what you want. Give him some sort of sign before that spark ignites an unyielding fire. Because to him, that trembling is a sign of a smoldering fierceness waiting to break through.

:¨ ·.· ¨: `· . ꔫ

[roachs-pet-roach]

obligatory dec 3rd hcs

ghoap, gazroach, nikprice for these hcs

Ghost refused to get a jacket or hoodie with his name on it

It just felt weird

That was until he started his thing with soap

his hoodies kept going missing.

He had a few idea as to where they went.

Soldiers wore each others jackets sometimes

After all, Gary was usually seen with “GARRICK” on the back of his jacket.

Gaz usually seen with “SANDERSON”

Price wasnt usually so obvious

but every one in awhile his hoodies or shirts ended up with russian lettering on them.

Eventually Ghost resorted to getting a jacket with “RILEY” across the back

his hoodies started returning at the expense of that jacket going missing.

he almost choked the first time he saw Soap in the mess with ��RILEY’ across his back

He’d dragged the man back to his room

“the fuck do you think you’re wearing?”

He’d growled as he’d shoved johnny against the door

Soap had just given him that shit eating grin

Ghost had just kissed Johnny senseless as he wrestled the jacket off him.

there was a lot of giggling from johnny

that night Ghost’s jacket was replaced with a hoodie that read “MACTAVISH” across the back

this was entirely self-indulgent 😔

[sirrabbithat]

Bird!Gaz and Bird!Soap, searching the base for Bird!Roach.

Bird!Soap sighs and flops onto a chair his bright orange wings spread out as he relaxes "Gaz we arent finding him. We checked the whole base."

Bird!Gaz Chirps sadly and leans against the wall. Something bumps against the wall behind him. He jumps away "What-?"

A crack forms in the drywall

Bird!Roach sticks a finger through the hole pulls it away to peak through "Gaz! I made a nest!"

Bird!Gaz "in the bloody drywall?! Is that safe-"

Bird!Roach: "no clue! But there's a pipe in here that burns my hands-"

Bird!Soap is laughing his ass off. They should've known he was in the walls

[lostintransist]

Can you imagine reader who is on the 141 but is as covered as Simon is at any time? Built a bit like Roach so no one ever questions if they are a man. But they are not, in fact, a man. She is damn good at her job and has a decently low enough voice to pass?

Imainge that one of the guys (I legit don't care which) starts falling for her, still thinking she is a man and then one really bad job she gets unmasked. Gear removed, hair short and wild and small breasts pushing up under the shirt she is wearing.

Can you just imainge the PANIC? Like they had finally settled it within themselves that they must like men but then reader is not? What the hell are they supposed to do with all that soul searching they did?

I giggle thinking about the panic and confusion and the staring, oh skys the STARING. They would absolutely be dissecting every interaction trying to find out they, one of the best, missed such an obvious thing.

Masterlist

[remiebear]

Too much catnip!!!

[fixfoxnox]

I'm sending this as a separate ask so you can hoard it if you wanna but follow up to roachs pretty boy with Jackson meeting gaz??? Please I need more gaz in my life I will give you like a cool rock I found

Roach's Pretty Boy (2)

Description: Gaz finds himself in a mansion with a familiar face

Pairings: Gaz/Roach, Gaz/Jackson, Roach/Makarov, Makarov/Gaz if you squint

Warnings: Dub-con, slight nsfw (heavy making out and petting)

Gaz didn't remember falling asleep. He remembered being loaded onto a plane and shoved into one of the seats, Sanderson curling up against him after he did. He remembered the other man talking his ear off about how much he was going to like where they were going and how excited he was for Gaz to meet his friend.

He'd been tense the entire time, on edge and unwilling to let his guard down for a second, so really, he had no idea how or when he'd fallen asleep. It just didn't seem possible for him. He'd just blinked then suddenly he was waking up on a soft bed in an, admittedly, nice room.

His shoes, tac vest, and jacket had been stripped, but he was pleased to see that he was still in the same clothes from the previous day. The most immediate thing that he noticed was the fact that there were no guards around him, at least none that he could see.

He had to take the opportunity for what it was, he had to try to get away from Sanderson while there was a lapse in security. With that thought in mind, he began to carefully move off of the bed, wincing at every slight sound that was made. It took him several moments of searching around the room to find his shoes, but once he did he was quick to slip them on his feet.

There was nothing around the room that he could use as a weapon, something he realized after several moments of searching, so he decided it was time to leave and make an attempt to get out of wherever he was being held prisoner.

He opened the door to his room quietly, peering out into a long hallway to check for any roaming men. To his surprise, he still didn't see anyone. With growing suspicion and concern, he slowly crept out into the hallway. He kept low as he moved, his footsteps virtually silent as he worked his way through what he quickly realized was essentially a mansion.

The more he roamed through the house, the more suspicious he became. Not only were there no guards outside of his room but, as far as he could tell, there were no guards anywhere in the house. He'd spotted several roaming around the property through the upstairs windows, but they were fairly far out from the house and wouldn't be able to do much in the way of stopping his escape. The entire thing felt like a trap.

He eventually made his way to the top of a long staircase, his eyes locking onto the double doors down below on the first floor. This was obviously some sort of entrance area, and the clear ticket to his freedom.

He didn't bother keeping quiet anymore. The door was right there and he wasn't going to move too slowly and have someone walk in and try to stop him. He'd made it this far silently, now it was time to be fast.

He practically jumped down the stairs, skipping several steps at a time in his quest to get down to the first floor quicker. When his feet finally hit the floor away from the stairs he was darting forward, completely oblivious to anything around him as his hand wrapped around the doorknob. This was it, one twist to freedom.

"Gaz?"

He froze. That voice. It couldn't be? He was dead, wasn't he?

Gaz whipped around quickly, his wide eyes connecting with the wide eyes of Makarov from across the room. They just stared at one another for several seconds, both shocked to see the other. As Gaz took the other man in, noting his healthy pallor and seemingly glowing appearance, he could feel tears welling up in his eyes. Makarov was alive.

He took a staggered step away from the door, all thoughts of escape banished for the time being. Another hesitant step forward, Makarov matched it this time. In the next second they were both racing across the room, meeting in the middle with a tight hug.

Tears streamed down Gaz's cheeks as he hid his face in Makarov's shoulder, grabbing tight to the other man's shirt as though he was afraid he might dissappear. "Mak," he muttered wetly, "We thought you were dead."

"I'm not," Makarov responded back, his own voice weak, "I'm okay."

There was another pause as the two men continued to hug, enjoying the others presence. Finally, after a moment, Gaz seemed to remember their predicament. He pulled away from Makarov suddenly, his eyes wide, "Quick, we need to move. We have to leave before Sanderson gets back."

He grabbed onto Makarov's wrist, tugging him behind him. Makarov seemed to be fighting against his movement though, something that pulled confusion from Gaz. "Gaz-"

"Mak," he tugged the man again, "C'mon, we don't have time for this. We have to go!"

Makarov yanked his wrist out of Gaz's hand suddenly, causing Gaz to turn back to him with confusion and annoyance on his face. He opened his mouth to speak but was beaten to it by Makarov's voice cutting through the air, "You can't escape."

"What?" Gaz shook his head at his friend, "I saw outside, security seems lax, if we go now then we'll be able to-"

Makarov marched past him, pulling the front door open to reveal three guards positioned right in front of it. Beyond those men, Gaz could see the large numbers of guards that were milling around the property. The three guards at the front door turned to look at them with a raised brow. "Apologies," Makarov spoke quickly, "How many guards are on the property today?"

One of the guard raised an eyebrow at Makarov before carefully responding, "I believe somewhere around one hundred and fifty today. A rather lax guard compared to our usual."

Makarov nodded at the man, "Thank you," before he quickly shut the front door back and turned to look at Gaz. Gaz could feel dread building up in his chest. So many guards on the property, but none in the house? Sanderson was playing mind games with them, he had to be.

"I don't," Gaz stared blankly ahead, trying to think of anything they could do to help themselves.

"Listen," Makarov stepped closer to him, "Its better if you just settle in, okay?"

Gaz shook his head at his friend, "Settle in? Mak we've got to get out of here. Sanderson is going to kill us!"

"I've been here for weeks," Makarov started carefully, "Roach doesn't want to hurt us." Gaz raised an eyebrow at the other man referring to Sanderson as "Roach." What exactly had the terrorist done to his friend? "He's," Makarov seemed to hesitate, looking away from Gaz with a blush rising to his face, "He's actually kinda sweet when you get to know him."

Oh fuck. Gaz knew exactly what Sanderson had managed to do to his friend. In such little time, in only a few weeks, Sanderson had managed to break the seemingly unbreakable Vladimir Makarov. "Mak," Gaz grabbed thight to Makarov's shoulders, "He's a fucking terrorist. He isn't sweet, he isn't whatever he's made you think. He's cruel and unfeeling."

Makarov pushed his hands off, his eyebrows furrowed into something hard. "You don't know him like I do," he protested, "He's not like that at all!"

"God," Gaz groaned, rubbing at his face, "Has he really managed to break you Mak? The man I knew wouldn't have ever let a terrorist trick him into this."

"I've not been tricked," Makarov's voice was heated and Gaz could see his eyes going a bit glassy. He realized with startling clarity that the man in front of him was going to cry, "Roach is sweet and he's lovely and he's not done anything bad to me! He hasn't tricked me or whatever you think has happened." Makarov narrowed his eyes at him before roughly poking a finger into his chest, "If you want to spend all day trying and failing to escape, then be my guest! But I'm staying right here."

With that, Makarov pushed past him, marching off into a side room and leaving Gaz alone, frozen in place by the other man's outburst. This situation, he understood suddenly, was far more dangerous than he realized. If Sanderson had managed to turn Makarov, it would only be a matter of time before he got to Gaz himself. He would have to work quick to try and keep that from happening. Makarov was with him, but he was well and truly on his own for an escape plan.

Makarov didn't speak to him at all the rest of that day. He just kept his nose buried in a book, occasionally looking up to watch him do one thing or another. He'd just stared blankly when Gaz tried one of the computers, his brief bit of hope dashed by a sudden system lock down.

He'd asked Makarov if he knew that would happen, Makarov had just ignored him and gone back to his book.

Within a few hours Gaz had explored the entire house, finding no sort of exit option or means of establishing communication with the 141. It was a little frustrating. The house was so large with so many little things around, and yet it was like Sanderson had thought up any and every thing that he could possibly try.

He considered stealing one of the knives from the kitchen to use as a weapon, only to notice the cameras around the room moments later. He tried to sneak out a back window only to immediately be escorted back into the house. He'd tried several different methods and at each and every attempt he found himself blocked.

It eventually led to him finding his way back into the living room type area with Makarov to plop tiredly down onto one of the couches in the room. Makarov still had refused to speak to him, only tucking himself further into the recliner he was in anytime Gaz tried to get his attention.

All of this meant that, hours later, when Sanderson made himself known again, he was exhausted.

He heard the front door to the house open and shoved himself further into the couch, ignoring the way that Makarov had quickly risen from his seat and bounded out of the room. Gaz could hear him greeting Sanderson excitedly and the sound of it alone made him feel sick. He felt completely hopeless. There seemed to be no escape, any hope of being able to get out before Sanderson could break him too seemed to be draining from him quick.

After a few moments of conversation outside of the room, the door to the living room was opened again, Makarov leading Sanderson and another man, one who Gaz recognized as the man's second in command in behind him.

Sanderson zeroed in on him immediately, a bright grin crossing his lips as he called, "Pretty boy, you look tired. Wear yourself out today?"

Gaz could feel himself flush at the obvious tease. Sanderson had clearly been informed about his several escape attempts. He chose not to answer the man, turning away from him with an indignant huff as he crossed his arms tight across his chest. There was a moment of silence before the couch next to him was dipping down and arms were wrapped tightly around his shoulders.

He tensed at the feeling, trying to lean away as he felt Sanderson nuzzle into his neck, "The silent treatment?" The man purred against his skin, giving his neck a little nip, "I bet I can make you talk."

His hands began moving down, caressing over Gaz's chest to rub across one of his thighs, teasing closer and closer to his clothed cock with every stroke. Gaz started to shake slightly, the burn of his face growing in intensity. After a moment Sanderson's hand moved up, skating just under his shirt to begin running over the muscles of his chest.

There were lips sucking marks at his neck, placing harsh but tempting kisses along the skin. Those lips were slowly moving, tracing up his neck and over his chin to move closer and closer toward his mouth. Gaz tried to turn away from him, but that appeared to be the wrong answer.

A hand grabbed his chin, forcefully turning his face so that Sanderson could crash their lips together, licking into his mouth with an excited fervor. The kiss was a sloppy thing, spit slicking Gaz's lips as Sanderson took control of him, biting and bruising his lips before sucking his tongue into his mouth.

Gaz couldn't help but whimper into the kiss. He knew it was wrong, but God Sanderson was fucking good at this and, really, it had been far too long for Gaz. Still, he tried to hold strong, attempting to pull away from the other man. A hand in his hair stopped him.

After a moment, Sanderson was shifting. He shoved Gaz back against the couch and one of his legs slung over his lap, allowing him to straddle him fully. The hand under his shirt moved up further and further before they moved over his nipples, the slight pressure pulling a harsh gasp from Gaz.

"Stop," Gaz finally spoke against the other's mouth, yanking away from him and reaching up to capture his wrists in his hands. He had to stop. He was falling for this too easily. "Stop, just," he took in a shaky breath, "I can't-"

"It's okay, Pretty boy," Sanderson once again listened to Gaz's request, dutifully moving off of his lap with a smile on his face. "Look at that though," the man cooed, "You're talking to me, baby."

Gaz flushed again, his hands fiddling together nervously in his lap as he mentally cursed himself. He needed to get a hold over himself before Sanderson did. No doubt the other man would use him for something nefarious.

Sanderson ran a hand over his face, stroking his chin lovingly before calling, "Want you to meet someone, pretty boy." He stood then, walking over to his second with a grin. One of his hands landed on the back of the other man's wheelchair as he spoke, "This is Paul Jackson. He's very excited to meet you."

Gaz let his eyes trail down from Sanderson to his second, Jackson. He could feel himself squirm as he met the other man's eyes. Jackson was watching him intently, all of his focus on him. The man was attractive and Gaz could see the clear desire that burned in his eyes as he looked at him. The feeling of that gaze on him was white hot. It was almost too much.

Gaz took in a stuttered breath, shifting in his seat again as the other man stared. After a moment, the man gave him a small, actually kind of, cute smile. "Hello," his voice buzzed through Gaz's ears pleasantly, "I'm Paul. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

Gaz hesitated for a moment. This man was clearly very attracted to him, perhaps Gaz could use that? Maybe if he played in to what the other man wanted, he would be willing to help him escape? The thought was what finally made Gaz respond, his voice almost shy as he spoke, "Hi, I, uh, I'm Gaz."

Sanderson looked between the two men with a bright grin, "Why don't the two of you get to know each other?" He turned then, motioning for Makarov with a crook of his finger, "Volodya and I will...keep busy elsewhere."

Makarov followed the man with an excited pep in his step, a blush slowly working down his neck. Within a few seconds, Gaz had found himself alone in the presence of this other man, a new plan for escape forming fully in his mind. He wouldn't become like Makarov. He wasn't going to fall for Sanderson's trap, he wasn't going to fall for whatever feelings the man's second had for him, he was going to use the men and their desires against them. He was going to escape.