#sgtscap

[dxskofthearchivxst]

@sgtscap: “ Where do you want me to cum?” Odd

Their moans and growls had been filling the room for what felt like hours at this point. Clothes strewn about the somewhat barren apartment. Their equipment long since forgotten for the primal show happening in the bedroom. Another mission complete, and the leftover adrenaline had nowhere else to go to be released.

Odd and Soap had an arrangement. A sort of friends with benefits (squadmates with benefits?) situation. One that Odd was happy to follow through with considering the two had somehow survived another B.O.W encounter with their heads intact.

Nothing reminds you of being alive quite like nearly dying over and over.

"Feelin--ah-- generous today, Soap?" Odd teased between pants with a half grin as he stared up at Johnny, using his nickname solely to egg him on. Odd's brow was soaked in sweat, and his flush went all the way down to his chest. He let out another quick groan as Soap thrust deep into him. He tensed his muscles, squeezing around Soap.

Was he feeling generous, or did he just want to hear Odd say it?

Odd groaned as another thrust hit that sensitive part inside of him, making his own cock jump and dribble pre onto his stomach. Odd let his head fall back, letting out another low moan. "C'mon Johnny. Load me up. Fuck me til you cum in me," Odd pleaded between moans, wrapping his fingers around his own cock and pumping it in time to Soap's thrust.

[thxgrxmrexpxr]

❝ care to join me? ❞

"Hm. That's interesting. You don't cross me as the type who works well with strangers."

[alpharedfield]

you're cute when you blush. ( chris! )

PROMPTS FOR LOTS AND LOTS OF FLIRTING ♡

Chris paused in adjusting the straps of his vest when Soap said this. He remembered Soap because of how decorated he was with achievements, and at such a young age. It was... admirable. There was a kindred connection between them in that regard.

Finally, Chris lifted his head and turned it toward the other man. His expression was neutral, unreadable. He rolled his shoulders a few times to loosen the tense muscles there. "... It's from the heat of showering," he explained wryly. The barest hint of a smile crossed his face before the captain continued with what he was doing.

This wasn't the most odd locker room type of comment he'd ever gotten.

[ladybrohawkeye]

@sgtscap a kiss placed over their freshly bandaged wound. [x]

"Alright, solider. Boo Boo officially taken care of, you big baby." She takes his arm in her hands and presses a sarcastic kiss to the bandages.

[dxskofthearchivxst]

@sgtscap: ❛ thanks for checking up on me. it's very sweet of you. ❜ odd!

"You're just sayin' that cause you think I'm pretty," Odd pointed out with a laugh as he closed the door behind him and moved toward Soap's bed. "Though it'd be nice if everyone complimented me like that when I was doin' my job." Life with the BSAA was definitely rougher than being a paramedic. Wounds from B.O.Ws were a whole different beasts from what would regularly show up in the ED, and doing triage in the field definitely had a lot more "do your best and jury rig it" than having a fully equipped vehicle at hand at all times.

Odd's blue eyes deepend in hue as he scanned over Soap's body, stopping at his leg specifically. "How's the fracture?" Odd questioned as he pulled up a chair to sit down. It was an injury from their last mission. A biohazard incident that, oddly enough, started in a town in the rural midwest of America.

It turned into a bit of a cluster fuck as they all do, but the team was able to neutralize all the threats before it spread too far. That being said, Odd had sworn off of corn for at least the next month.

"It's pretty fuckin' impressive you didn't break it considering how you landed on it," Odd pointed out with a chuckle. "You're pretty fuckin sturdy, huh?" There might've been a euphemism slipped into there if you read further into it.

"Need anythin'? A drink? Something to eat? A handy?" Odd asked as he made a lewd gesture with his hand. That was probably a joke.

Probably.

[dxskofthearchivxst]

@sgtscap: ♞ - physically pick my muse up and carry them / odd

"Excuse me?" Odd's finger started to tap on his forearm as he'd been trying to get it through this agent's head that they had jurisdiction in this area, and in much kinder words "fuck off". The conversation had been tense, but cordial right up until the other agent made a comment on Odd's height.

The one way to royally piss off Odd was to comment on his height.

The smile on his face remained, but Odd's eyes narrowed on his target. Maybe Soap recognized the look in Odd's eyes when he was debating doing something violence adjacent. Maybe that was why he had walked over and scooped up Odd like he was a sack of potatoes before Odd had a chance to say whatever thought just crossed his mind.

"Soap!" Odd yelled as if he was betrayed. He squirmed and scrambled, trying to free himself from his teammates grip. "I'm only gunna maim him a little bit! C'mon!" It was definitely not his most dignified moment as a BSAA agent. His face was burning red with blush while Soap carried him away.

[heirofhermes]

"i got your back, bud."

Not ideal. Not ideal. Most definitely not ideal.

Sebastián's hands were a little shaky. The usual anxiety he struggled with was only boosted by how terribly wrong things were going. They were supposed to run a swift op where he, as the newbie in Soap's team, could prove his worth... And now they were separated from the others, deep in enemy territory, with a broken radio that made distress calls challenging.

At least it seemed like the enemy had no clue of their presence, and that meant they were relatively safe in that abandoned building during the night. Sebastián tried to find solace in that small grace, when his superior's voice broke the silence.

"Thanks, Sergeant," he murmured, his voice low as if someone could hear them out there even when he logically knew it wasn't possible. "And I got yours. As soon as we make sure the building is secure, I'll start working on fixing that radio, sir."

[coinicear]

[ piggyback ] sender gives receiver a piggyback ride

PROMPTS FOR COMFORTABLE INTIMACY ! ( accepting )

" w-woah ! " a weird sound akin to a gasp & a small laugh of shock escapes her lips as she finds herself being lifted onto soap's back . her arms quickly wrap around his neck, her upper arms resting loosely on top of his shoulders . her head isn't sure where to be - does she lower her chin onto his shoulder ? does she rest it against the side of his head ? or does she just keep it upright & try not to accidentally bump it against him ? she can't help but overthink absolutely everything .

" wh-where are we going ? " she chuckles rather nervously, her head swivelling to look around them before her eyes meet the ground . oh god, she was actually pretty high up now ! grace tightens her arms around soap instinctively, her head hiding into the crook of his neck, not wanting to let him go - in case she fell & embarrassed herself some more . ( well, that had certainly answered the question as to where to place down her head ) .