#sonoftheshield

[homelander-rp-blog]

John arches his back, mewling fuck I shouldn’t act like this! I’m not some cheap whore! But then there’s another voice deep down assuring him that it’s just Colt. John is safe with him, he loves him, he can let himself go when he’s around him.. the words sending tingling pleasures down his spine, he kisses all ‘I love yous’ in Colt’s sweet mouth, clings onto his shoulders when he feels the wave of orgasm closing in to its peak. Damn! Damn! He’s about to finish so soon if Colt won’t shut up his lovely chanting right now!

The other man’s gruff voice blurs in the background as he squeezes his eyes shut, stars shooting behind his eyelids when he paints both his front and Colt’s hand in white. Semen drying fast on their skin, sticking them together. He has to bite on Colt’s shoulder to muffle his voices, Sage mocking him for being a screamer in the morning is the last thing he wants right now but fuck, that was such an intense one.. John feels mushy deep to his bones. A lazy smile shaping on his face as he pulls back to lick on the same spot he had his teeth on, a faint bruise already forming there and John idly thinks about marking Colt up everywhere..

Returning Colt’s kisses slowly, as if they’re making sweet love, at the same pace of a cat in the sun stretching his limbs. John brushes back the golden strands on hairs out of Colt’s face, purring with satisfaction “mhmm.. quite good with hands.. should I get jealous of how many men you had before me to get this skilled or am I the only one getting special service?” his grin widening mischievously, he reaches a hand down to bring the same hand Colt hand around him up to his mouth, lips wrapping around his digits as he hollows his cheeks, sucking vigorously and soundly. Blue eyes hooded when he looks up at Colt again.. God above, the things he wants to do to this man here, he wants to chain him up, rip him apart, pull his heart out and pin him to the wall as he pounds him from behind.. wants to ride him till he begs John to stop, would have a hand around his neck too whenever he leans in to kiss him..

“now, my turn!” in a sudden move, he pushes the man off and down onto the couch behind, he shoulders apart Colt’s legs to make room for himself as he yanks his trousers down until his hardness springs free and standing up proud in front of John’s face now nuzzling the junction between hip and thigh. He noses at the soft skin there, inhaling the musky scent of Colt and his head gets crowded with all the dirty things he wants to do with this man..

“I love you. I want you so bad you have no idea how much I’ve held myself back all these years..” he whispers so low like they’re exchanging secrets of no-tells, his voice yearning and desperate “why we had to wait this long? Why you didn’t come to me sooner?” John trails kisses down the shaft before sucking on the tender skin of Colt’s sack and moaning so loud at the taste he finds there “you’re all mine tonight” he mumbles absent mindly as he comes up to take the boy all in, going down on him until the head hits the back of his throat, saliva running down and pooling at the root right over the coarse hair over Colt’s groin. One of many perks of being a supe is lacking gag reflex.. and having free pass of ‘Herogasm’ parties so you can practice all you wants.

He bobs his head, tongue lapping at the slit on the head, wanting to bring his ‘lover’ to that sweet edge of relief, wanting to see his face when it happens.

There now, stripped bare naked with is precious golden boy naked with him. Colt’s breath stuttered in his throat. Not from the heat—though God, the heat was real—but from the way John looked at him just then. Vulnerable. Defiant. Begging, in his own sharp, messed-up way, to be wanted and chosen for more than the skin, more than the reputation, more than the storm he carried inside him.

Colt could feel every tremble in John’s arms wrapped around his shoulders, every needy arch of his hips, the way his body didn’t lie even if his mouth was still lashing out like a wounded animal.

His hand cupped the side of John’s flushed face gently, thumb catching the remnants of that single tear. “No one’s forcing anything,” he whispered between kisses, voice thick and shaking from how hard he was holding himself back. “I want you, not just this.”

Then he leaned down, pressing their foreheads together as John huffed and whined beneath him, completely bare, completely beautiful. “You wanna hear it?” Colt murmured, kissing his cheek, his temple, his brow, slow and worshipful, like he didn’t want to miss a single inch. “Alright, Johnny. Here it is.” One hand traveled down John’s chest, not rushed—reverent. “I love you,” he breathed, words slipping out like truth had always lived on his tongue. “Not just tonight. Not just because you look like a fucking dream. I love you. All of you.”

His hand slid lower, fingers curling around John’s aching length, holding him firmly. “And I want you so bad it hurts. I’ve longed for you,” Colt confessed, pressing a kiss to John’s jaw. “But I waited because I knew. I knew the second I touched you like this, I’d never want to stop.” Hand slowly stroking John's rock hard length. He made sure to pay attention to John's reactions, studying the other mans face.

He slowly rolled his hips down, the heat of John’s bare skin meeting the friction of his own body. “So yeah,” he growled, voice breaking into a breathless whisper near John’s ear, “I want you. In every way, for every fucked-up reason and all the right ones too.”

Their mouths met again, this time slower, deeper. “I’m yours, Johnny,” Colt breathed between kisses. “Every goddamn part.”

[antvnger]

you think your friend has his trophy mounted proudly somewhere?

*laughs* Well…you know what? I don’t actually know.

Part of me says totally and shows it off every chance he gets and the other part says he just keeps it on his bedside table or something.

Okay now I’m kinda curious, Colt. Got an answer for the anon here? @sonoftheshield

[wxrwounds]

"Yes bruv.." He smirked. "Fucker.."

"Hmmm how did I piss you off today huh?"

@sonoftheshield

[held-heart]

"Something tells me I'm not going to want you to walk away anytime soon..." Nora confessed looking back at him then.

She returned his lingering kiss almost immediately then. "Ты уже подводишь меня, дорогая." She mumbled against his lips then. "I'm really into you, Rogers." Came her very next confession then.

She had never felt like this about someone. But he was so special. He already meant so much to her. Seemingly that was not about to change anytime soon.

"I love that you feel that way. I've never had anyone who understood and didn't mind my past like that." The woman murmured.

"Я бы хотел, чтобы ты остался как можно дольше." She went on to finish eventually.

"Проклятие," Nora mumbled against his lips almost instantly returning the man's kiss. The woman had told herself for years that she would never trust another man. Not after what her father had done, then Dreykov. But this was completely different. He was completely different. And truth be told, even as a woman most unbelieving in the nature of love and good-natured men like the former window given her past, she felt oddly settled when it came to Colt.

The kiss almost deepened for another minute or so before they'd both pulled back.

"I'd actually prefer that, милый." She mumbled then forehead resting against his own. "Maybe not but I'd really like you around until then if I'm being honest."

[billyktothemax]

@sonoftheshield asked: "You're burning up.."

"The wound's a bit infected. Probably from falling in the mud when it happened," Billy shrugged that off. It was fine. People fought and conquered tiny, little things like infections all the time. "It's no big deal. I wouldn't get worried."

[ghostsandmirrors]

( continued from here with @sonoftheshield )

He was slouched in the chair, keeping an eye on the almost-stranger to make sure he'd be okay. There'd been the worry that the other man would die while Bucky was dragging the chair into the room, but when it'd become clear that wouldn't happen, he'd chosen to just sit and watch over him, to be around when he eventually woke. He wasn't doing well at watching over the other; his eyes were unfocused, unblinking, glazed over and staring almost blindly at the opposite wall until the hoarse voice broke into his awareness.

Eyes refocusing, he sat up and took a breath while looking over to the other man. Hearing that name--even with the understanding of who it was and who he was--still didn't feel real or right, but he didn't react. More words were coming, more words that felt incorrect. 'My dad's friend,' especially; he didn't think he looked a lot like anyone's friend, in the otherwise empty safe house with most of the lights off to avoid giving the guy a headache upon waking up or making a pre-existing one worse.

"S'what I've heard." Maybe those quiet words gave away too much; he'd heard he was someone's friend and he'd heard he was one Hell of a fighter. Whether he agreed was another matter entirely and not something that he was willing to make this guy's problem. It was very clear that he had enough issues without Bucky adding to them.

There was a twist of distaste in his gut at the mere mention of 'the infamous Winter Soldier', but he tried not to react. He tried to keep his face blank, empty, with maybe mild interest about the other man but otherwise full of… nothing as he sighed out a deep breath. "You're not my target," was all he said, casually, in reply to the thanks. Was it a little bit mean? Maybe. Was it also a little bit funny to him? Definitely. How he kept a straight face, he had no idea.

It was short-lived, though; a ghost of a smile soon crept through and he spoke again with some amount of levity in his voice. "M'jokin'. You thirsty?" He'd kept an unopened bottle of water next to him while waiting for the other to wake, and reached down to pick it up then hand it to him, not breaking the seal to make sure the other knew it wasn't tampered with; if he was going to make jokes, he knew that he then needed to prove he was trustworthy and this was the easiest way.

[drekkavacarc]

・  ─   𝖢𝖮𝖫𝖳𝖮𝖭.      finally  kissing  the  person  you’ve  been  pining  for  .

⋯  ・  ─  ☆  Their  lips  meet  in  that  kiss  ,  &  they  can  get  a  clear  picture  of  just  how  long  he's  waited  for  this.   It's  a  foreign  feeling  to  her  ,  likely  forever  would.   The  need  for  connection  for  the  former  assassin  was  always  𝗗𝗜𝗙𝗙𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧  for  them  compared  to  others.   Connection  was  a  nuanced  ,  convoluted  word  ,  that  couldn't  be  easily  explained  to  them.   So  instead  …  Left  to  remain  a  𝗠𝗬𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗨𝗦  thing  to  ponder.   Love  was  felt.   How  could  it  not.   But  loving  Anya  was  so  often  like  loving  a  reptile.   That  love  looked  different  for  them.

❝  Nice  t'know  you  missed  me.  ❞     They  tease  once  lips  part  &  they  could  look  at  @sonoftheshield.    ❝  Glad  t'see  you  didn't  go  too  crazy  while  I  was  gone.  ❞

[drekkavac-moving]

▯. cont. from HERE with @sonoftheshield.

They didn't like it  when people helped patch them up after a fight. Mainly because in her formative years  , they deemed to more effective  for Anya to patch herself up after a mission gone a little messy. A way to help detour the error from occuring again. No matter how much time she spent out of that place ... some things never leave. They've learned over the years to deal with it  , sit through it & ──   ' be  good '  ,    as  people  like  Logan  had  put  it.  Even  her  own  dad  got  the  stiffness  from  Anya  whenever  he  had  to  help  stitch  something  up  ,    or  change  a  bandage  she  couldn't  reach.  Always  looking  for  that  punisment  to  show  up  for  asking  for  help.  Anya  shrugged  their  shoulders  at  the  investigating  Colt  was  setting  into.    " Doesn't  matter  how  it  happened ... Or  who  did  it.  Guys  dead  now  I  know  that  for  a  fact. "  ──  Also  known  as  the  nice  way  of  saying  she  killed  him  herself.    " It's  not  like  I'm  not  gonna  heal  ,    or  come  back  if  I  don't ... Kinda  makes  calculated  moves  less  of  a  priority. "

[nomanslannd]

Ian wasn't quite sure what to say to the guy. He wasn't exactly eloquent with words at the best of times, let alone in a situation like this. But he'd promised himself he was going to try. Maybe he could figure out how to conduct a personality transplant in the next five minutes. He looked down at his watch --- he was meant to have been there five minutes ago. He contemplated going home and giving it ago another time.

Being late was par for the course, with him. He was only ever on time when he was on a mission, and that was because the stakes where life or death. He sighed, getting out of his car. Best to rip the bandaid off now, rather than prolonging the inevitable. He'd have to meet this guy at some point, regardless of his conflicting feelings about the situation.

It had been a while since he'd been inside the walls of Avengers HQ. He tended to stay away from this place like a tentpole. He'd never really wanted to follow in Steve's footsteps and be an Avenger, he preferred to do his own thing. With shield and nomad. He didn't need a team. Maybe a part of him had never considered himself worthy of it.

---- He may have been cap's son, but that didn't mean he had what it took to follow in his footsteps.

He shook his head to clear his mind of these thoughts. They never did him any good, and just caused him to spiral. ❛ Colt? ❜ He inquired when the blonde came into view. There was no denying the obvious resemblance between him and Steve. Ian plucked up the courage to reduce the space between them and extend his hand out for the other to shake. ❛ I'm Ian. Nice to meet you, ❜ he introduced, sounding more awkward than he meant it to. [ @sonoftheshield ]

[held-heart]

[ REST ]  our muses lay on the ground together while it rains. 

"You know when I said I wanted a break or distraction and you said you had a solution, this is not what I was thinking..." the SHIELD agent managed with a laugh as they continued laying on the ground despite the light rain then. "Это безумие." She mumbled under her breath in Russian of course.

[antvnger]

so what exactly are your thoughts on @sonoftheshield 👀

Well from what little I’ve interacted with the guy, he’s one of the good ones, whether he fully believes it or not.

I know he’s gone through a lot though what I have no idea and it’s none of my business which sucks and is totally unfair, so because of that he’s got a lot to figure out but hey, don’t we all? I know I sure do, even still.

I think…I think he carries a lot more on his shoulders than he lets on. And speaking from experience, sometimes it’s easier to carry it all by yourself than trust somebody enough to unburden yourself even a little bit. I get it, I totally get it. I’ve been there, I’ve done it, I’ve been that guy. I think he could use a friend he can actually trust. Who wouldn’t though really…

Look, bottom line? I like the guy. He’s a great one and a good one. Plus he’s got great taste in candy choices.

[snkts]

Height Difference. Colt is 6'2

COMPARING HEIGHTS TO LOGAN! || ACCEPTING

"Keep on laughin', Flagpole."

[ccmplicatedweb]

@sonoftheshield ASKED FOR A STARTER

Natasha sighed, shook out her shoulders in an attempt to get her body to relax. It certainly wasn’t easy, with a stranger’s hands on her, but mentally and emotionally getting to that point was part of what made these trips worthwhile.

         The spa worker rubbing her feet (Arlene, divorced, mother of two, drove a shitty Honda, collected parking tickets and was mercifully quiet) was really putting her all into it. Her thumb found a knot that had Natasha tensing right back up, before she tried to force herself to relax again.

         The one working on Colton had called in reinforcements. Twice. Supersoldiers. It wasn’t often that Natasha was glad for her own bastardized version of the serum having mostly broken down, but it might just be worth it if she could get massages more readily.

         “I don’t need to tell you that you are covering the extra charges, yes?” she told Colton, not even bothering to pretend to disguise how amusing it was. “Do you think acupuncture would work on you?”

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

@sonoftheshield liked for a starter with Frank

"You're Cap's kid, aren't ya?" Cautiously, the rifle was lowered but the safety wasn't engaged. Though, while Captain America might have been a stand up guy, Frank knew nothing about the man's son and had no intention of taking chances. Hell's Kitchen docks wasn't exactly a place he ever thought he'd run into him. "What the hell brings you out here?"

[drekkavac-moving]

@sonoftheshield.    "You know instead of stealing coy little looks at me Anya.. you could just ask to see me naked.."

she  knew  by  now  she  could  always  just  ask  him  ,  but  where  was  the  fun  in  that?  half  of  the  fun  was  𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶  get  all  flustered  about  it.  gaining  the  ability  to  𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎  𝚑𝚎𝚛  𝚘𝚠𝚗  𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢  more  in  her  freedom  only  proved  that  she  was  sarcastic  as  they  came  really.  she  liked  playing  games  &  didn't  really  see  much  problem  in  that.  it  was  a  hell  of  a  lot  better  than  the  whole  being  social  thing.  smirking  ,  she  𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍  𝚜𝚑𝚎  𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜  𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎.  that  blush  on  her  cheeks  showing  the  warm  feeling  she  was  feeling  in  her  chest.    ❝ maybe  i  like  watchin  ya  get  all  flustered ... it's  hot. ❞

[wxrwounds]

Nicknames: For Jenna: He calls her America's Princess. Boss.. Sparkles.. If he's annoyed with her, he calls her America's Brat For Jase: Bruv.. and if he's annoyed it's "Fucker"

“I mean… I’ll take it… would have accepted best sister in the world.”

“Ooo Fucker huh?”

@sonoftheshield