#roach x reader

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tags !! - humping, smut, 18+, boot humping, thigh humping

Price ; he would be the one who has the kink. loves seeing you lay out on the bed, legs spread nice and wide, something right underneath your clit. price would stand at the edge of the bed, arms crossed over his chest as he ran the image through his brain over and over. engraving it into his mind. memorizing the way your pussy looked all pressed against whatever you had under you, whether that be a pillow, blanket; some other random object that he found around the house.

made him incredibly fucking hard seeing you fuck on whatever he wanted you to. humping all pathetic like, hips switching from rocking side to side or to rolling in circles, either way price was pleased. had too much self control when it came to watching you please yourself like this, all vulnerable with your whole cunt exposed, hole dripping wet; too inviting for the common man.

he’d only satisfy the two of you when he saw you drag yourself through an orgasm. wanted to watch it leak out, getting the bedding all ruined beneath, hips still shuttering against whatever was still rubbing against your sensitive clit. just imagining how nice and puffy your pussy was made him bury himself to the hilt as soon as he was on top.

Simon ; wouldn’t even be able to hold out as long as price did. he’d watch your cunt get all wet and immediately go after you. makes you continue humping the pillow between your legs while he fucks you, grabbing you by your neck and squeezing hard every time you even dared to close your legs or stop grinding.

wasn’t very vocal when he was really into it, kept his jaw shut tight, teeth grinding together as he focused on keeping a fast pace. his pace. made to please him and take whatever he wanted from you.

always drew you closer to your orgasm when simon acted like you were nothing but a wet hole. made you feel small, slipping into subspace the moment he started pressing into you fully— tip of his cock poking at your cervix. he was doing it on purpose. hips pushed in as far as they could go, balls pressed to your pussy.

and when he came; he just made you hump the pillow again with it all covered in his cum.

Gaz ; he makes you fuck yourself on his work boots. such a big man, sits in a chair and barely fits, has to spread out his legs just so he can be comfortable. and that’s how he watches you, leaned back in his office chair, chin resting in his hand, fingers dancing along his bottom lip. just… watching.

makes you lean back so he can see the way your clit drags along the top, touching the part where the laces begin, shaking from the strange sensation and change of satisfactory it gave. you felt jolts of lightening through your body, you wanted to hump that part— but gaz just clicked his tongue when you tried.

“not there,” and he’d tip his boot up to press harshly against your cunt, getting you to stop, “you know better than that, show me how good girls do it”

can’t even start on how obsessed he’d become with seeing all your juices on his boot afterwards. making you lick the black leather clean, just so he could go to work the next morning and reminisce while he taps his foot menacingly.

Soap ; he physically cannot shut the fuck up while watching you. wants to be face to face with your dripping cunt, likes to run his knuckles down the sensitive parts when you really get into it, rolling your hips back into his hand whenever you felt even the slightest bit of touch.

just wants to keep praising his sweet girl, even rubs the back of your thighs here and there to remind you of how proud he is. so, so so proud that you can hold out this long without reaching your peak. “my poor girl, doing so good just so i can watch” “such a’ sweet pussy baby, just beggin’ to be full..”

almost sounded amazed each time he opened his mouth, straight pussy-whipped without even being inside of you. “trained this cunt well, huh? been abusin’ that clit for awhile now..”

but; at some point he would get sick of just watching. he’s a hands on type man. even if that means grabbing you by your ankle very unexpectedly, yanking you down and popping his tip into your tight cunt.

Roach ; usually such a quiet man is almost made to speak because of how much you tease. he usually doesn’t care for foreplay that much, loves to watch you please yourself; don’t get him wrong. but would much rather bend you over on any surface and fuck you rough, thrusts short and curt. one hand on the nape of your neck, keeping you down and submissive, the other hand kneading at the fat skin of your hip.

this time, you just wanted to return the favor of taking what you wanted.

you had him sat down, strong legs spread out so they could hold you, a wet spot already building up on the rough fabric of roach’s pants from where your pussy was desperately grinding. he’d be able to handle it if he had thicker pants on, but he could feel absolutely everything. every roll of your hips, the way your hole was directly on his leg, your clit bumping up against his thigh every time you bucked.

made his cock ache, restrained against his tight zipper. he’d practically growl in your ear as a warning, not one he meant to let out— but one you dragged out of him. letting him nuzzle his cheek against yours, breath fanning across your ear as you both whined and sighed.

(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.

To all my Roach fans here I’m serving the country 🫡🫡

(also ranked from best to “worst” cuddler)

best cuddler around:

ok now hear me out, i think nikto and velikan would be tied for best cuddler.

they don’t move at all, whatever position you want to cuddle in will be the way they stay all night. (unless you want to change cuddle positions, then they might grumble the tiniest bit before moving.

their bodies are also very warm and sturdy, perfect to be held and perfect to hold you as well.

nikto’s favorite cuddle position is when you’re facing each other, your head resting on his bicep and chest to chest, legs intertwined. they like holding you close, like a teddy bear, it makes them feel grounded; assured that you’re real and you’re there with them.

he’s so warm that you could forgo a blanket entirely, warmed only by his body heat but nikto won’t allow it. constantly pulling the covers up to your chin, fussing quietly over you. just let them take care of you, ok?

velikan’s favorite cuddle position is whatever your favorite is. although he’s slightly partial to you laying entirely on top of him like he’s the bed. don’t worry, he can handle it. in fact, it’s like a weighted blanket, it grounds his mind and his body and it lets him relax, knowing you’re so close to him, basically face to face.

he’s also built like a heater too, so it’s like lying on a warm electric bed or something, except it’s holding you tightly too. he’s also another one that makes sure you’re under the blankets, your chest may be warm but your back is getting cold, honey.

(if it wasn’t a huge hassle he’d let you spin around on top of him like a rotisserie chicken to make sure all of you is warmed up, but alas.)

second best cuddler is… roach!

his new call sign should be cuddlebug instead of roach with how much you two cuddle. he’s down to cuddle, wherever, whenever. he’s perfectly warm and soft to hold, like your personal teddy bear, and you’re his.

loves any positions that’s face to face, laying down is fine and you sitting in his lap or his in yours is great too. he just wants to be able to see your cute face grow sleepier and sleepier until eventually you two fall asleep in each others arms.

cuddles are always filled with little giggles, small and lighthearted jokes between you two, gentle nose boops and squeezing each other in tight hugs. they’re tooth achingly sweet and you’re always told to “get a room!” if anyone catches you two cuddling on base.

next best cuddler is keegan!

another one that’s always down to cuddle but in a more, casual, manner than roach. will see you standing or sitting somewhere and he’ll rock up behind you to gently pull you into his chest and arms. he’s very observant and in tune with you (thanks to his sniping skills) so he knows when you’re feeling down, don’t even try to hide it, sugar.

so he doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his arms, gently swaying with you if you’re standing, and squeezing you if you’re laying. he doesn’t say much, just allows the both of you to relax in each other’s company in silence. (he doesn’t move at all either, sniper skills coming in clutch again.)

that’s why his favorite position is being the big spoon. it’s simple, it’s easy and it lets him hold you tightly, what’s not to love? his body and yours fits together like two puzzle pieces, meant to be together, like this.

ghost is almost tied with keegan, but keegan is slightly better

simon is like keegan in which he’s very observant and in tune with you but it’s harder for him to jump over the hurdle of intimacy. he wants to comfort and hold you, but he gets inside of his head sometimes, and it physically locks up his body.

most days he triumphs over the hurdle, and other days he falls flat on his face over it. but those days he’s able to hold you are some of the best, he pulls you close into his chest, rubbing a large palm up and down your back. he knows you like the low gravelly tone of his voice and the way his chest rumbles and so he yaps, just for you, about anything and everything (except for work).

but other days, he’s unable to comfort you unless you come to him first or johnny gives him a shove towards you (quite literally actually), and he’s suddenly able to move again. quickly wrapping his arms around you, squeezing tightly as if you’d slip away, ephemeral.

as stated before, his fave position is you tucked closely to his chest, his arms wrapped around you, and legs intertwined too for good measure.

and right behind simon is johnny!

it’s not like he’s a bad cuddler necessarily it’s just that he moves a lot. (and he gets a little handsy with you too) if he’s not tired out already then you will be switching cuddling positions every 15 minutes, i’m sorry it’s just how it is with him. (his favorite position is holding you entirely on one arm while he walks around doing things lol)

he’s itching to move even just a little bit and so he’s always rolling over (with you in his arms too mind you). that’s why it’s best to cuddle him right after he comes back from deployment. he’s too tired to move at all, so he just lays there on the bed, basically boneless and you can cuddle up to him all you want without him moving.

if he falls asleep in post-deployment cuddles then you’re not moving until he wakes up again, that’s also just how it is with him. you’re gonna be trapped in his solid arms for a good few hours, and this time he’ll grumble when you try and move. hope you went to the bathroom before this because sorry bonnie, you’re not going anywhere.

krueger is tied with johnny tbh

he’s a man of two extremes when it comes to cuddling, either he’s unable to stop moving around or he’s cuddling you like a python. and you never know what mode he’s in that day until you’re in bed and cuddling with him.

on days he can’t stop moving, muscles restless, he’s dragging you around with him wherever he goes. it’s a common sight to see you perched on an arm or his back as he goes about his business. (no one ever dares mention it to him either, they’d like their sternum intact thank you very much)

he likes the feeling of your weight on him, a constant reminder that you’re safe, with him, and not to mention you’re so nice to hold. so soft and warm, perfect to hug..

and that’s when he shifts into python mode. running (yes running) back to your or his room, whichever is closer, and delicately laying you down on the bed. he then wraps himself around you, arms AND legs holding you against him, and no you can’t move. at all.

he will complain if you move around, just tell him that you need to get comfy and he’ll loosen just the tiniest bit, allowing you to turn around and face him instead before his limbs clamp down on you again.

he’s surprisingly… cold to the touch, and it always gives you a little shock to touch his skin (much to his amusement), it only makes him hold you closer. you’re his personal heater now, so quit moving schatzi and let him warm up (for a few hours.)

konig and oni are tied for… mediocre cuddlers..

they’re both very stiff cuddlers, it’s like cuddling a wooden plank.

konig is very, very not used to cuddling anybody. this is extremely unknown territory for him and so he just. doesn’t know what to do with his limbs. you practically have to maneuver his arms and legs to wrap around you, yourself. only then when you’ve settled into his arms it’s when he then relaxes. eases his arms around you, but he doesn’t hold you tightly, more akin to cupping a delicate flower in his hands, afraid to accidentally hurt you. if you want him to hold you tighter you’re gonna have to speak up or move him yourself.

that’s why konig likes being the little spoon better. he doesn’t have to be stiff in holding you, and it makes him feel good to be “small” sometimes. to be pampered and cared for, it’s something entirely unknown but it makes him happy, safe in your arms.

oni is also like konig in which he has never ever cuddled or been cuddled in his entire life. he hasn’t done anything romantic in his life actually, so this is all very new to him. the first few times you try and cuddle with him he’s really stiff. unsure where to put his arms and he’s just super tense underneath you. it’s better if you curl up into his side like a cat and wait for him to move to hold you.

he gets the hang of it quickly, liking it more than he thought he would. it’s nice, not to think about anything but you in his arms. focusing on the way your dreamy face twitches in sleep, your steady breaths, your consistent heartbeats, and it lulls him to sleep too.

he likes it, you curl up into him first and he follows suit, sleeping and cuddling face to face.

horangi… horangi is the worst cuddler, sorry

horangi cannot stay still to save his life. his muscles and mind are always itching to do something, anything.

you manage to get him on the bed and he’s already moving to do something, asking you if you needed anything while he’s up. if you really want to cuddle this man you can’t let up you’re gonna have to throw him on the bed and lay your entire body weight on him to make him stay, and even then that’s a struggle.

Price was not sure what to think of the newest member of the team. Their file was not very helpful. (y/n) was clearly skilled. Seemed their hobby was taking online classes, with the number of certificates they have.

The issue Mimic had been transferred from team to team every sixish months since they joined. There were no complaints from these teams or Mimic, but every six months...

Ugh,,,,, I love this anon you have no idea. Probably too much forcemasc for my own good, but I just can't help myself it's one of my biggest kinks 😖

Simon, who discovers you on an op. You're on the opposite side, and he should really kill you. Shoot you, stow your body, be done with it. But he can tell you're not happy, can tell you're not the woman you present yourself to be. So he takes you, gun to your head. When Price raises a single, silent eyebrow, Simon says, "Stupid lad doesn't realize he's male. Figured we needed to help 'im out."

Price, who finds you in a bar. You're flirting with some douche, trying to make yourself seem weaker and smaller and more girly just so you can get some good food, then get railed. He grabs you by the nape of your neck and drags you toward the bathroom, snarling in your ear, "You wanna get fucked, boy? Let a real man do it."

Soap, who meets you at a BDSM event. He had a pup hood and collar on, as well as a lower body harness that dug into his thighs and the fat of his hips, showing off his twitching cock. You looked similar, muzzle instead of hood, harness instead of collar. But, like him, your pussy was on full display. He easily mounts you in front of all the other patrons, biting the back of your neck and breeding you full of pups.

Gaz, who always helps give you your T shots. You can't do it yourself, so he needs to help you. Sometimes he'll sneak up behind you and wrestle you to the ground, putting you in a headlock and laughing when you start to go limp. Then he'll give you your shot in your thigh or stomach. Other times he'll have you cockwarm him, cooing and pinching at your tdick until you're too hazy to even notice the needle.

Roach, who is also trans. You find each one another when you both need it the most. You help each other come out, help each other transition and get on hormones. Your relationship is more romantic than sexual, completely content with kissing gently and falling asleep in each others arms.

Butterflies In Blood

There was a man in front of you. You didn't recognize him.

Then again, when was the last time you recognized someone you'd only met in another life? You had a hard time recognizing your own teammates on a bad day. Recognized yourself even less on worse days.

But something struck you in the knees, the gut, the echoing toll of funeral knells as you stared at this man, who stared right back at you.

"It's you," he said, whispered, eyes wide and darting across your figure.

"You're a bug," you answered.

He staggered in place. "What?"

"Bug," you repeated, more insistent, your heart starting to pound behind the cage of bones protecting it. "Bug. Bug. You. Are. Bug. Pest. No, no. No. Not bad. Bug. Name. What is. Name?"

He struggled to follow your influx of words, the rapid-fire speech that stuttered from you, hindered but undeterred by your disabilities. You could tell in how his brows furrowed that it was difficult to keep up, to parse what you were saying. "S-Sanderson?" It came out more like a question. "Gary. I'm Gary."

"No," you hissed, pacing in a circle. Your cane tapped the ground repeatedly, sharp and frantic. "No. Name. Name. Name."

Nik frowned, a thought crossing him. He stepped close and reached out to touch your shoulder, but you waved him off. "Милая? You recognize him?"

"No, name, need name," you panted, trembling. Your grip on your cane faltered, your fingers tightening and loosening involuntarily. Like a song stuck on the tip of your tongue, evading you just barely, but worse, so much worse. If you didn't get a name, a name, his name, his goddamn name—

Gary's eyes lit up as understanding struck him. "Roach!" He said hurriedly. "It's Roach."

All at once, the tension left your body, and you sagged to the ground. Nik was quick to catch your puddle-like body and lowered you gently, sitting you between his knees. Had you not known any better, you would've believed it was another seizure. But you were still conscious, still present, just weak with relief.

"Roach," you murmured back, barely a whisper.

Roach, Roach, hesitated. "Do you… do you remember me?"

Despite finally having what you were looking for, the silken ribbons of memory slipped through your fingers, caught up by a wind you could never outpace.

You slowly shook your head, and he visibly deflated. "Do not. Know. You. But I know. Know. You. You."

"You do?" Both he and Nik asked at the same time.

You nodded, dizzy, almost. "You are. Friend."

There was silence, then Roach was dropping to his knees in front of you, ignoring the painful impact in favor of sitting close to you. "Yes," Roach affirmed, desperate. He reached for your hands, and you let him take them, something Nik no doubt noted. "Yes. I'm your friend. Was, am— I— I don't know, but— but yes."

You exhaled and dropped your head back, eyes fluttering shut. Nik supported your neck, that big paw of his engulfing most of your jaw as he angled you back into his shoulder.

"Wh— what's happening?" Roach questioned, beginning to panic. "Is she okay? Did I do something?"

Nik huffed through his nose. "Give her moment. She is overwhelmed."

"Fuck. Fuck, I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

"Shut," you grumbled out, earning a chuckle from Nik. "I'm. Fine."

"But you—"

"Yap. Per," you teased, peeking an eye open. "Yap."

His teeth audibly clicked shut as his jaw closed.

For the first time since you could function post-coma, post- everything, you felt happy meeting someone new. Old. Whatever.

You didn't know what it was about him, but your mind didn't scream danger like it did with others. If anything, your head was blissfully quiet for once, empty beyond a boost of dopamine, a reward after piecing something together. You didn't question who he was, or wondered if he'd be overcome with a rage whose reasons were unknown to you. You didn't fear him attacking you, or simply wholeheartedly disappointed in you.

Well, no, that wasn't entirely true. You did wonder who he was, what he meant to you before you had been forcefully and traumatically reborn, but for now, all you knew was that he was safe.

Nik helped reposition you to sit under the shade of his plane's wing, murmuring about needing to talk with the captain, whoever that was. He said it more to Roach than you, anyway. Nik stepped away as Roach took a seat beside you; he didn't go far, still within relative earshot in case he had to interfere if something happened, but far enough that he couldn't hear your mild conversation, nor could you hear what he was saying into his phone.

It was quiet for a while. Roach was deep in thought, his fingers twitching and drumming against his hiked knees. Comparatively, you were relaxed, enjoying the faint breeze that nipped at your cheeks as you watched your boys chat in the distance with Soap and Ghost.

"What… happened to you?" Roach eventually asked. Then he backtracked, saying, "Sorry, that's rude. Just ignore me."

You waved a hand dismissively. "It's. Fine," you replied, peeking at him from the corner of your eye. "Bad. Mission. Fever. Tr. Tra. Traumatic brain injury," you gave the condensed version of events. "It's all. I've. Ever known."

Roach frowned minutely, the corners of his lips tugging down. "But…"

You shot him a placating smile, one that was genuine and calm, not forced. "Can't. Remem. Ber. How it was be. Fore. For all I. Know. I was born. Born. Like this. Broken."

"You're not broken," he disagreed, placing a hand on your leg, a comfort.

"It's okay. I know what I. Am. Have come to. Terms. Terms. Terms with it."

He sighed, rubbing his face with his free hand. "I should have been there."

"Mission?"

"Yeah," he confirmed. "Maybe if I was, then you wouldn't be…"

He didn't say it, neither of you did, but his meaning was clear. No matter how consolidating anyone was, the fact of the matter was that you were disabled. Maybe not broken, like you sometimes believed yourself to be, but not what you once were. No longer the person that existed before.

You had thought about it a lot, in the past. What would have happened if you weren't alone, if the mission hadn't gone to shit, if you were found sooner. You wondered if you would have ended up like this anyway, if this was your destiny. Not everybody got out of that kind of job alive. Most didn't. You were the small minority that lived, and if this was the price to pay to be alive, if there had been no other way, you supposed it was alright.

You wouldn't take it back. Even on your worst days, when your head was killing you and you needed to be carried to and from the bathroom, needed help eating and moving and doing anything, you didn't wish for things to be differently. Wished for the pain to be gone, yes, maybe for a less thick tongue that didn't stick as much as this one. But you never asked to change fate.

It led you to your boys, who took good care of you, and made sure you never felt alone or useless. For that, you were grateful.

In the end, you found acceptance with them, your team, who saw you not for your disabilities, but for you. Your humor, your smile, your drive to do more, to live. Yes, they acknowledged your state. They didn't sugarcoat or brush over it or invalidate you for it.

But they showed you every day that you were more than your limp, more than your speech impediment, more than your poor memory and spaciness and reliance on them.

You were you. For them, that was enough.

"You are here. Now."

Roach scoffed sardonically. "Yeah, but it's too late. Not enough."

You thought on his words, careful to pick your own. "Yes. Too late to. Fix. The past."

The muscles in his jaw fluttered.

"But not too. Too late to. Start over," you finished.

He paused, glacing at you. Something like hope glimmered in the very depths of his pupils, cautious to emerge. "Yeah? You mean it?"

You grinned. "Yes. We can. Try. Again."

His shoulders dropped an inch, but you saw the relief bloom across his expression, the slightest tremble in his bottom lip. You wondered if he wore a mask a lot, and was unfamiliar with guarding his emotions, hiding what he felt.

"I'd like that," he smiled back, warm and hopeful.

If he sniffled a bit, neither of you said anything about it.

Boots crossed the pavement of the tarmac, and a hulking shadow followed suit.

"Häschen," König greeted, though he was eyeing Roach suspiciously. "Who is this?"

You started to move, grasping your cane in an attempt to stand. König and Roach were both there, helping you up.

"This is. Roach. He is. Friend," you told your protector.

You could see the giant frown. Well, not actually, what with his mask in the way, but you knew him. "Is he, now? Do you remember him?"

"No," you said, somewhat remorseful. "But I. Want. To know him. He is. Safe."

"How can you tell?" Your ever-faithful guardian kept you close, never tearing his eyes away from the unknown element. From your peripheral, you saw Roach shift nervously, and you turned to smile at him.

You shrugged. "Can. Tell. Doesn't hurt. Here," you placed your palm to your heart.

König sighed softly. "We are going to stay in the hangar for a bit, hase. A storm is coming. Are you okay to stay, or do you want to go home?"

You searched Roach's expression. "I want to. Keep. Talking."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. Can he. Stay?" You asked just as Roach requested, "Can I stay?"

Another sigh, this one weary and long-suffering. But König could never deny you anything. "If his captain approves of it."

You beamed up at him. "Thank. You!"

"Ja, ja. Du bringst mich noch um, frau."

"But a. Pretty death. Right?"

"Of course," he softened, brushing a thumb over your cheek. "The prettiest. Come along, now."

König tilted his head toward the hangar, and you motioned for Roach to follow, who hung to your heels like a lost puppy. König led you, a hand to your lower back, a common position he took. Always and forever your guardian.

Inside the hangar, the rest were already waiting for you. König sat you down at a small, round table near the back, and Nikto plopped a rucksack down next to you. He dug through it, pulling out a container, condensation sticking to the insides from warmth. Alongside it, he retrieved utensils, a bottle of water (pre-opening it for you, the sweetheart), and a juice box.

"Справишься?"

"Yes, I got. It," you assured. He nodded, lightly knocking his forehead against your temple in the way a cat would. To Roach, who took a seat across from you, he motioned with two fingers between his eyes to Roach, then stalked off.

Once he was gone, Roach commented, "They're very protective of you."

"Crown. Jewels," you replied with a snicker. "Don't mind. Them. They can't help. It."

He huffed a small laugh of his own. It faded as you popped open the container and sniffed its content with a pleased hum. "I… did you really mean it? About starting over?"

You paused, peering up at him through your lashes.

"Do you. Want to. Start. Over?"

"Yes," he answered without hesitation.

You looked pleased with yourself, your eyes twinkling. "Then we start over."

Roach's expression softened. "Thank you."

"No prob. Lem. It's nice to. Meet you…?"

"Uh— Gary. But my friends call me Roach."

You reached across the table to offer him a hand shake. "Roach. How did. You. Get that. Name?"

He chuckled. "Well… it's a long story."

You sweeped your hand out towards the front of the hangar, where the sky was turning a shade of dark teal. "All the time. In. In the. The world."

Omega!Roach and Omega!Reader who are making out sloppy style in the mess, in full view of everyone. Good friends.