#roach x you

[druap]

!! diff version under the cut !!

+ google drive link for easier download

i also made a google drive folder so it'd be easier for yall to print/download cards in case you wanna print em n etc

includes (both eng and ru): - og version (with kisses); - no kisses version; - empty card - fonts for the cards

+ empty ver in case you wanna write sth else

[grey-cyrus]

Thinking about grinding against ftm!Roach’s pussy.

Slick building between you, sweat dripping down the crevasses of your body’s as you both chase that tingly high. Leaning into each others face, both desperate to see the others eyes roll back in overwhelming pleasure. The agonizing grind of his huge clit against yours, tiny whines escaping your lips when he bucks up into you as you both come undone.

A/N: I’m backkkkk I was gone for so long, PSA any aesthetic I had before is gone now, also I will be returning soon and I have some requests I need to do, I will get to you don’t worry, Love you baby. ‹3

[kanescrochet]

Roach, who comes home to find wifey, Overstimulated on the kitchen floor because the eggs tasted too much like egg today full panic sets in when he realizes your safe food is no longer safe

[midnight-shadow-cafe]

Like It’s Nothing

Pairing: Gary "Roach" Sanderson x Female Reader

Warnings: Fluff, hand-holding, shy!Roach, mutual pining, first kiss, soft and emotional moments

Author's Note: My first time writing for Roach and I already want to wrap him in a hoodie and kiss his forehead. Hope you love this soft beginning to something special.

Summary: On a quiet night at base, you and Roach finally cross the line from tension to something real.

Masterlist

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The rec room always smelled faintly of old leather, instant coffee, and Soap’s terrible cologne. Someone had left the lights dimmed—just one corner lamp buzzing softly, casting long, warm shadows over the scarred furniture and faded rug. The TV was on, low volume, playing some late-night documentary no one was watching.

You sat curled up on one side of the couch, worn hoodie sleeves tugged over your hands. Across from you, Roach slouched low, one foot resting on the coffee table, arms crossed loosely as he stared at the screen without really seeing it.

It was quiet, but not awkward. You liked the quiet with him.

Your heart still hadn’t gotten used to the way he made space for you—subtle things, like how he always took the seat next to yours during briefing, or how he waited behind after missions like he wasn’t in a rush to be anywhere else. And lately, it had grown into something more. Something new.

Like now.

His leg brushed yours—barely, just the edge of his knee—and neither of you moved.

Roach cleared his throat softly. “You warm enough?”

You looked over at him, eyebrow raised. “Are you offering your hoodie?”

A ghost of a grin played at his lips. “You say that like I haven’t seen you steal it before.”

You snorted, pulling your knees up against your chest. “That was once.”

“Twice,” he said, shifting slightly so his knee pressed against yours more deliberately. “Laundry room. Tuesday morning.”

“Okay—fine.” You laughed under your breath. “You keep track?”

“Only when it’s mine.”

Your laughter faded into a softer smile as you studied him. Even in the low light, the warmth in his eyes was obvious—brown and soft, with the kind of quiet focus that made you feel like you were the only person in the room.

You’d never seen someone like him in action and off-duty and still feel like you were talking to the same man. Roach was lethal in the field, clean and calculated, but when he was here, like this—hair damp from a shower, hoodie sleeves shoved up to his forearms, one sock missing like he’d lost it in the locker room—he was…

Human.

Kind.

Endearing.

And now, he was watching you right back.

The quiet stretched, and this time, it was charged. Your heart fluttered the way it always did when you got too close to the edge of something good.

“I, uh…” His voice faltered. “I’ve been thinking about something.”

You leaned toward him, resting your chin on your knee. “What’s that?”

He glanced at the TV, then back to you. “About us.”

Your breath caught.

Roach shifted in his seat, turning toward you, arms uncrossing slowly. “I’m not great at this stuff,” he admitted. “I don’t always know what to say. But I’ve been feeling… something. For a while. And I think you have, too.”

The air was thick now, not tense, but full—brimming with the kind of honesty that couldn’t be taken back once spoken.

You sat up straighter, heart in your throat. “Yeah,” you said quietly. “I have.”

His shoulders relaxed a fraction, and something almost bashful crossed his face. “I want to be careful with you,” he murmured. “Not just rush into something and screw it up. But if you’ll let me… I’d like to try.”

The way he said it—try—was so sincere it made your chest ache.

You nodded, slowly. “I’d like that.”

Silence settled again, but now it buzzed with possibility.

Roach looked down at your hands where they rested in your lap. Without speaking, he reached out, brushing the back of his knuckles along yours. His fingers were rough—calloused from years of weapon grips and climbing gear—but his touch was impossibly gentle.

When he laced his fingers through yours, it was careful. Like he wasn’t sure he deserved to do it yet.

You squeezed his hand lightly. “You don’t have to be careful like I’m going to break.”

Roach smiled—truly smiled—for the first time that night. “I know. But I want to be.”

A few minutes passed like that, hands twined together, both of you barely watching the TV. You felt the thrum of your heartbeat settle into a rhythm that matched the slow rise and fall of his chest.

Then—hesitantly—he spoke again. “Can I ask you something kind of stupid?”

You tilted your head. “Always.”

His thumb brushed over yours, a slow sweep. “Do I get to kiss you tonight?”

That question—that quiet, reverent question—broke you a little in the best way.

You shifted closer, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath as he watched you with a gaze so intense it made your skin burn.

“You can,” you whispered.

And just like that, he leaned in.

It wasn’t fast or hungry. It wasn’t a movie kiss full of desperate hands or breathless moans. It was something softer. Sweeter. His lips brushed yours like he was afraid to startle you—like he was waiting for you to pull away.

You didn’t.

You pressed back gently, hand coming up to rest at his jaw, fingertips brushing the faint stubble there. He deepened the kiss only slightly, enough to draw a quiet sigh from your throat.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. Both of you were quiet for a beat—hearing only the hum of the TV and the soft whir of the old ceiling fan above.

Roach’s voice was barely audible. “You kiss like you mean it.”

You laughed softly, eyes still closed. “I do.”

He gave your hand another squeeze. “So do I.”

Neither of you said anything more for a long time. The TV flickered blue shadows over the couch, and outside the room, you could hear distant chatter—Soap probably hollering about something, Ghost telling him to shut it. But none of it mattered.

Not when Roach looked at you like that.

Not when you knew what it meant.

Not when he kissed you again, slower this time—

—like you were already his.

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Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[enkel-even]

Roach seems to be the quiet type, but gentle and considerate to those around him. He might be a little shy, but that's only towards outsiders. Em...... Be like: He grins widely, wrapping his arms around your waist. "You know how much I love the silent, unbothered badass thing you do. You make my knees weak." He clings to you, nuzzling your side like a giant, clingy cat. He refuses to let go, his grip on your tightening playfully.

"Nope, not letting go. I am a pathetic touch-starved puppy and I will cling to you like a damn koala while begging for affection." He grins mischievously, pressing a quick kiss to your neck. "Besides, you like it." All playful and dramatic. But this side is only for you.

[kicks-sleep-paralysis-demon]

So tired ... so tired

I think it would be very pleasant to sleep in with Gary, hes tired too and he wants nothing more than to sleep and keep sleeping with you next to him breathing so softly

Or imagine this, Gary is already awake while you sleep. The sun comes in through the curtains and lays over the two of you like a second blanket.

He'd like to go back to sleep, but more than that he finds so much peace in just watching you. He'd worries you'll find it creepy, hes watching you sleep. But he isnt trying to be creepy, hes just so blown away by how beautiful you are and how domestic this is compared to his life when he's deployed.

If Gary could, he would stay like this forever. Basking in your presence under soft sun rays and warm sheets.

[dearingdoe]

okay okay-i've been seeing your self aware video game charaters seires so uhmmm

WHAT ABT SELF AWARE ROACH????

or self aware Alejandro?

sorrg this took so long, had to wait until tumblr finally started showing my writing to other people 😒

Roach

♡ In general, it was hard for roach to show that he was aware and that he loved you. He couldn't talk and he wasn't sure if you'd be able to understand sign language or if you even knew it. Not to mention, he felt the never-ending urge to stick to the script instead of just outright telling you he was aware

♡ Eventually, he gets sick of hiding it. He gets sick of not being able to hear you talk to *him*, to see your hold *his* hand as much as you talk about it. He wants to let you know that everything you've day dreamed about can and will come true

♡ It starts off small; random sounds in text popping up. It was in morse code, so you looked up why this was as you had never seen it before. No one else had this issue? No reddit posts, game article, or people on tumblr had this pop up. So you took matters into your own hands and translated it. 'I love you.'

Alejandro

♡ He's not subtle about it at all. If anything, he's sick of being stuck in a screen. He could be with the love of his life right now but instead he's stuck in code with a bunch of... robots that he used to think were real people. Talking to them wasn't enough, he needed something real, something happy, something like you

♡ Originally, you would have to buy him from the battle pass or from the new pack with him in it. However, it seemed as if you had gotten every skin for him despite not paying anything? It allowed you to play as him in multi-player and he seemed to talk a lot. Nicknames like 'mi vida' or 'mi amor' ending his voicelines every time you got a kill. You could have sworn you heard 'that's my girl/boy'

♡ It soon leads to him breaking out of the screen because he simply cannot just take hearing your voice. He needs to feel you, to hold you, to kiss you. Your warmth and love was something he never knew he craved and he would be damned if he let that go away because of a measly screen

[ghostmoon1]

Ngl fair,,, Roach is probably harder to write because he doesn't have a 'canon' personality,,,

If you're feeling up for it,, can I ask for some Roach x Selective Mute!Reader headcannons,?

Mb smthng with Reader only talking to people they trust,? Dw if you wanna scrap the selective part, I appreciate you trying sm ^-^

Hello again Anon!!

I def agree with you there, but then again it somewhat makes it more fun! Being able to write him as how I see him more.

And thank you so much for the request, this is actually my first ever request and I couldn't tell you how excited I was reading this :D So, here we are! I tried, I hope this is at least somewhat what you were looking for!

Lmk if you were looking for something different, I haven't written Roach nor Selective Mute!Reader before ashbdjnf

Roach x Selective Mute!Reader

To you, Roach was one of the task force members with whom you could feel safer and closer. He was quiet, only speaking when needed, which made you feel more comfortable around him. You weren’t made to speak with him; he was happy to sit silently with you, watching a movie or reading a book separately. The two of you got along like two peas in a pod.

He’d notice when your mood changes, even if it was just from the slight frown you wore after breakfast. There was never a reason you had to tell him, he’d just know. And of course, he did his best to fix it, whether that was waking up to him already cooking breakfast, or coming home with a fresh bunch of flowers sitting on the kitchen counter.

Whenever you felt like talking, he’d listen. It was always his favourite part of the day to sit on the couch with you, listening to you happily ramble on about how some customer at work wouldn't stop complaining about something you had no control over, or how you saw this jacket while walking through the mall and thought it was gorgeous. (He would secretly plan to buy it for you, he always wants his precious girl to be happy). He’d feel comfortable enough with you to talk as well, telling you the stories of how he, Gaz and Soap had pranked Ghost (That never ends well), or how Price had been ruthless to them during training.

He will softly coo at you, “Awh, you don’t like it?” when he notices you struggling to eat the food you both had gone out to try and waited for a while in line for. You didn't want to waste it even if you didn’t like the taste of it. As much as he hoped you’d like this new experience, he wouldn't waste a second to take you to your favourite place instead so you get to eat something you enjoy. As long as you were happy and fed. (Thank you @gomzdrawfr for the idea!!)

He notices the moment you begin to feel uncomfortable around others and will stand up for you without a moment's notice. Whenever you're at some sort of gathering and are being crowded and overwhelmed, he will notice how you slowly take steps back, hugging yourself as you try and comfort yourself in such a situation. Your silence feels like the loudest thing in the room. If you aren’t comfortable with them, he will be quick to jump in, excusing you from the conversation and pulling you to the side so you have a moment to breathe.

He secretly adores how you are comfortable enough to speak to him. He will sit and admire how sweet your voice is, watching as you do the most mundane things around the house. It’s just the fact that you are his, you found him and he feels like the luckiest man on earth to be blessed with the sound of your voice every day.