Cowboy Rocketeer

Sam Guthrie|Cannonball|Beta Face Claim: Steve Sandvoss Member of Marvelous Desires RP Group

[alphaoutoftime]

It's A Long Life // Sam & Steve

[alphaoutoftime]

"Yeah, I’m getting that," Steve replied, giving an answering splash that was nearly twice as big. (It wasn’t his fault his hands were bigger.) "But biologically, Alpha scents are each unique, so I’m not sure how we’re going to be able to normalise you to something so…" He made a gesture with his hands.

"Pretty obvious I’m not a scientist, huh?" His smile was soft and self-deprecating. "But I can take you to a game, and I can sure as hell get you out of there if you need to." Muscle was what he was good for, after all. Well, that and punching Hitler in the face.

"So long as you’re comfortable with me, I mean." He ducked his head, acknowledging that being an Alpha sometimes made him the predator, even though he’d lived the other side of that equation too well to ever embrace the role. "Not a good plan unless we can accomplish that."

[cowboyrocketeer]

Sam put his arms up to guard his face from the water that the captain had splashed at him.  He had deserved that a little, but Steve was really hitting the water to create that much splash.  He shook out his wet hair and ran his fingers through it before giving a response.  "I'm doin' jus' fine at the moment. Jus'...feelin' a little warm....is all....hang on a sec." He pushed himself a little bit away before going under the water for a moment to clear his head.  He waited until the sensation went away before resurfacing. "Sorry, jus' tryin' to stay ahead of it."

He swam over to the side, pulling himself up to sit on the edge of the pool.  Letting out a breath, he stretched his arms before settling. "I also don't think trust is the issue, Capn'. I've just never gone out of my way to put myself in a place where there will be a lot of alphas. I honestly don't know how long I'd last or if we would even get to see the game. It is a really nice offer, but maybe we can work up to a basketball game? I'd like to make as quick of an exit as possible if it's really needed." 

[cowboyrocketeer]

Let the Flames Begin| Sam & John (TW: Violence)

[keroseneandcigarettes-blog]

Getting tossed around like a rag doll. Guess it was John’s turn to get the wind knocked out of him. Didn’t know that Sam was that fast without using his powers. Being all strong and forceful, damn if this was prison Pyro would have plenty of ideas of what to do to him. Opening his mouth to see if he could without an issue. “Well now you are talkin, mate. Ah… a little rough but not too bad.” Chuckling under his breath before spitting out some blood that caught in his mouth. It sort of tasted good, been a while sense he got a good punch in the face. “Sorry though, mate. I don’t have a reason for you to not break my jaw that you would really listen to. Other than you are an X-Men so you have to be a good little boy and stop before you get to the good fun. Though if you want to come to the dark side I will gladly be your tour guide.”

[cowboyrocketeer]

Sam wanted to punch him again, he really did, but that would go against everything he was taught. He lowered his fist  and let go of Pyro's shirt, shoving him to the side. He walked over to where the scuffle had started and picked up his lasso, gathering it up before securing it on his belt.  "Go be a tour guide to someone else. Ya almost got me with that little speech o' yours, but ya ain't as good with words as ya think."

He turned to face the fir mutant, crossing his arms. "And even if ya think ya didn't have a good reason, ya gave me one. Why should I hit a guy who's gettin' off on it? Not my kind of foreplay, partner."

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[quintessentialquartermain]

Kiss me quick || Clay & Sam

[quintessentialquartermain]

Been a while since he had himself a taste of rawhide, and Clay has to smile a bit at the scratch of it tightening around his wrists.  He stretches with the pull of it, his arms tugged up above his head until the rope is taut and there is a pleasant burn in his shoulders and triceps.  His fingers curl in satisfaction and his breath out sounds a bit like a hum.

"You got it," he says, shifting until the position feels natural.  That taken care of, he smiles brilliantly up at Sam.  "Looks like you caught yourself a Clay, cowboy," he jokes.  "Now I wonder what you plan on doing with him."

[cowboyrocketeer]

Sam leaned over, kissing right by Clay's ear. "I plan to make this one rough ride." He nipped at Clay's earlobe before kissing along the strong jawline. He slid his hand up further, fingertips just missing the area he knew Clay wanted touched. He traced the muscled abdomen under him with his tongue, making sure not to miss an inch of skin.

After a little while of these administrations, Sam sat up and smirked before sliding a hand under Clay and giving his ass a nice hard squeeze. "I hurt ya, and ya let me know." It was the only warning he was going to give him. He grabbed Clay's cock in his hand and squeezed it roughly before letting go and grabbing a handful of Clay's hair to pull the other's head back. He attacked the man's necks with kisses and nips at first, before giving less than gentle bites.

[quintessentialquartermain]

Kiss me quick || Clay & Sam

[quintessentialquartermain]

None of Clay’s ideas involved sudden massive space between them, and by the time he was aware enough to feel disappointed, Sam had already made it halfway across the room.  Clay works an elbow underneath himself, set to push himself up when the rest of Sam’s words filtered through.  Unless this is the world’s worst time to start playing hide-and-seek, Sam’s got plans that don’t include leaving Clay painfully worked up on the couch.

The breath whooshes out of him and his arm falls off the side of the couch.  “Positively,” he croaks.  “Very, very positively.”

[cowboyrocketeer]

A smirk formed on his face as he let the rope out, shaking the loop out a bit. He took both of Clay's wrists in his hands and tightened the loop around the man's wrists.  Sure, this would probably be easier on a bed, but then where would the adventure be.  He pulled the rope over the arm of the couch, making sure Clay's arms were over his head. he then tied the rope to one of the legs of the couch.

With a satisfied nod, he moved to settle on the couch between Clay's legs. He hovered over the other man, kissing his neck and sliding a hand along his thigh. "Let me know if it's painful, alright partner? Don't wanna cause any damage."

[desperate-remedies-blog]

Off leash (Sam and Raven)

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"I hope you don’t mind if I continue to doubt that one." Raven finished off her drink. "Based on what I’ve seen, there’s plenty of ways to corrupt you, most of them fairly easy to access." Her mouth kicked up at the thought, smiling.

She waited for him to continue after trailing off, though he changed the topic. 

"Yes, and I don’t take to being called ma’am." Raven shrugged. "But if it’s a title that’s deserved then nearly of us really have room to complain."

[cowboyrocketeer]

He didn't know if he liked where she was going with the corruption talk. He was pretty sure he hadn't given her anything.  Well, maybe one thing, but it wasn't his fault when she changed herself to an alpha.  He set his drink down, frowning a bit and ignoring her reasoning behind the titles. Yes, he was kind of pouting, and no, he didn't care that it was in front of her. There was plenty of alcohol in his system now where he didn't care about his current actions, and she wasn't helping him with wanting to drink more.

"To get back on the subject. I fail to see how you could corrupt me if the only thing you've seen is a reaction to alphas. And even then, I don't see how it would be considerable for use in corruption."

[desperate-remedies-blog]

Off leash (Sam and Raven)

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"I’m afraid any question I ask while under the influence of alcohol could easily be seen as me trying to corrupt you, pretty boy." Raven smirked, taking another sip of her glass.

"So I’m more than open to other options since corruption could so very easily get me on a few people’s bad sides since there’s almost a guarantee that you have a few people who would prefer that I didn’t." And yeah, it’s not necessarily good that she views the man before her as someone innocent, but he did stutter upon just scenting an Alpha so…

[cowboyrocketeer]

"Depends on the type of corruption," he muttered to himself. He drank from his own glass before talking aloud. "I don't get corrupted so easily, Raven. A few questions wouldn't do that, but if you want to change the game, we can." He then frowned, just realizing what she had called him. "Did you just call me 'pretty boy'? Ma'am, I do not take kindly to bein' called pretty."

[quintessentialquartermain]

Kiss me quick || Clay & Sam

[quintessentialquartermain]

"We’re on the right track," Clay points out.  "Since most of my ideas include some form or other of naked."  He traces a light hand on the other man’s hip.  "I had been thinking 69ing, maybe.  That might be fun.  Or there’s fucking which would be at least as much fun.  But I think probably my best idea is my mouth on you.  Anywhere, everywhere.  Until you come.  Sound good?"

[cowboyrocketeer]

"Hmm, those ideas are interestin', but I like my ideas better." He kissed Clay deeply before pushing him to, and on, the couch. "Stay right there, partner, and don't move." He moved to his discarded pants and detached his lasso from the belt loop. He walked back over tot eh couch, holding it up for Clay to see. "How ya feel about bondage?"

[cowboyrocketeer]

Save a Horse, Ride a Stark | Sam and Tony

[uponamechanicalthrone-blog-blog]

Tony never claimed to be anything less than neurotic when it came to the things that really squicked him out. Consent happened to be one of those things for reasons he would never talk about sober, and as much as he loved the enthusiastic rush of energy that met him he knew what he needed to do. "You're hot stuff, kid," he rumbled against the thrum of a pulse under his lips. "But if you're cagey I need to know to take it a little slower.

"You're getting taken care of," he tacked on as an almost apology, sealing it with a kiss to the edge of Sam's collarbone and a light swipe of his tongue. Tony had literally never been near a farm in his life and he knew for a fact he knew what hay smelled like just from Sam's skin. "I just kinda need you to steer me in a direction of what you want." The attention from his mouth never ceased and he trailed inward, letting the rasp of his chin chase the brief, shameless presses of his mouth.

[cowboyrocketeer]

Sam forced himself to lay back, feeling a little embarrassed that he got ahead of himself. He bit his lower lip a little and nodded at Tony's words. "Sorry, just feeling...really turned on." He glanced to the side, gasping softly at the tongue on his collarbone. He closed his eyes, humming softly in content at the attention as he tried to think of what he wanted right now. 

Damn, Tony's mouth felt good on his skin right now. He definitely wanted more of that, but where was the...ok...no it wasn't the question, but the thought made him flush that much darker. He moved a hand to run fingers through Tony's hair. "I...I want more than just kisses. As...as nice as your moth is, I want more touching and...maybe somtehing else...needs attention..."

[alphaoutoftime]

It's A Long Life // Sam & Steve

[alphaoutoftime]

Steve’s smile was kind but genuine.

"They’re not gonna be. I like to know who’s on the team, and a basketball game is more telling in some ways than some of the drills we run around here." His grin widened. "Plus, it’s just more fun." And contrary to popular belief, there was time for fun even in times of duty. The war had taught him that much.

"All I meant was that we should have a discussion about triggers, maybe goals?" He ran a hand through wet hair thoughtfully. "I just don’t want a repeat of the elevator, is all." Guilt painted his face at that, and he didn’t even make an effort to hide it. Tony hadn’t warned him completely enough, but it was his own fault for assuming.

[cowboyrocketeer]

Sam listened as Steve explained himself. OK, so there wasn't so much the bedroom thing going on as a 'let's find out what happens and try to work through the problems' thing. When the subject of the elevator came up Sam splashed Steve in the face. He was going to get it through the captain's skull now, before anymore assumptions were made.

"Look, I don't know what Tony told ya, but this cowboy ain't fragile. This also has little to do with triggers. I've been avoiding alphas most of my life because I react to the scent. That's all there is to it. If I get a bit anxious because of it, that's me over reacting. As you can see, I am alright once I've calmed down." he cleared his throat a bit. "Well, for the most part. I just get all...hot and stuff."

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking at the surface. "I'd say my only goal is not not panic every time I'm near an alpha. but otherwise, I've got nothin' else that I have in mind to work on."

[cowboyrocketeer]

Save A Horse, Ride a Stark | Sam and Tony

[uponamechanicalthrone-blog-blog]

"Noted, noted." So screwing was more than likely out of the equation for now. That was totally fine with him. This was rooted in fascination now, the urge to see exactly why Sam shut down like that and exactly how far he could push those limits.

And, okay. Maybe Tony wanted the ability to make jokes about a cowboy riding his face. Sue him.

When they finally touched down on the bed Tony took the initiative and landed over Sam, hands bracketed against the bed on either side of the blond's head as he shifted to straddle his thighs and let his teeth continue trailing down the soft flush of skin over his throat. "Doing okay down there?"

[cowboyrocketeer]

Sam had expected Tony to come over him. He had expected his body to feel warmer. He had expected to be reminded of a past experience. What he hadn't expected was the sensation of excitement to run through him as Tony landed over him.

Instead of answering the man above him, Sam pulled him down into an enthusiastic kiss. Sliding arms around Tony's neck, he pulled form the kiss for a brief moment. "I'm doing alright. Just keep going, before I have time to think."

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Off leash (Sam and Raven)

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Was this because she’d called empathy weak? She hadn’t been searching for this particular reaction of course. Maybe it was because of the pheromones. Out of instinct alone, she kept them going, just because she could. And to see if it kept this going. She wasn’t one to turn down free alcohol.

"Drinking is every adults answer to relaxing." She smirked, trailing off. It was a true enough phrase, though it didn’t stop her from taking another sip from the glass in her hand. "Anyway, back to twenty questions then, or did you have another break-the-ice type thing in mind?” Whatever. If it kept him from mumbling then so be it. 

[cowboyrocketeer]

"I wouldn't call it every adult's answer, but close enough I suppose." He sat there in silence a moment, brought out of his musings by her voice. He then tipped his glass back and downed the rest of the whiskey. He set the glass down and refilled it before sitting back, a slight frown on his face.

"I think you and I have both had enough of that game," he responded. After a moment he gave a light smirk. "That is, unless you thought of an interesting question. It is your turn to ask after all."

[alphaoutoftime]

It's A Long Life // Sam & Steve

[alphaoutoftime]

Steve rolled his eyes good-naturedly, but it seemed to be a common misconception.

"Your generation didn’t invent fun," he zinged back, not moving an inch when Sam swam back over. "Rest assured that I’m lots of fun. Bocce ball, bingo night…" He broke into a grin to let the Beta know he was kidding. "But I’m serious when you say no."

It was gentle, but it wasn’t a joke. He might be an Alpha, but he didn’t subscribe to the notion that that fact entitled him to certain things.

"So we can either hatch a plan, or pretend we didn’t talk about this and see if we can get basketball tickets later in the week. Your call."

[cowboyrocketeer]

He couldn't help but return the grin at the games mentioned. It was nice to be able to relax without having to force it. He sank in the water a bit, listening to Steve's suggestions and mulling it over in his head. On the one hand, it'd be nice to just go do something and not plan out things. But on the other, it'd be good to have a plan set just in case. He sighed, causing a few bubbles in the water.

He stood back up, deciding to ask something. "Well, I suppose we should do some planning. But going out and doing something sounds nice. I mean, if ya just wanna do that at some point. Don't see why all our interactions have to be because of...you know."

[spiritoftheicedragon]

Do You Want to Build a Snowman? | Bobby & Sam

[spiritoftheicedragon]

Bobby let out a jerk of surprise and looked up at the slightly taller mutant holding him. He would call ‘no fair’ but then Sam would’ve thrown some smart mouthed comment back at him. Might as well just go along with it. “Looks like you do…” He looked down at the arms holding him, then back up at his face. “Now what?”

[cowboyrocketeer]

"Now what indeed," he spoke thoughtfully right before pulling Bobby up against him and kissing him. To sweeten the deal just a bit more, he slightly tipped Bobby back in a dip. Not too low, but just enough to where he would have to support the ice mutant's weight in his arms.

Pulling from the kiss, he smiled. "That good enough, or do ya want more, partner?"

[cowboyrocketeer]

Let the Flames Begin| Sam & John (TW: Violence)

[keroseneandcigarettes-blog]

John was no Captain America but he wasn’t some weak ass punk either. All that running and moving he did with the tank on his back made him pretty strong. Here was hoping he was stronger than the cowboy. “Cheap or not it gets the job done.” With that in mind Pyro went for another cheap shot. Punching Sam on that pretty mug of his. 

[cowboyrocketeer]

Sam's turned to the side from the punch. He wasn't tasting blood, so that was a god thing. However, the man over him was now asking for a lot more trouble. With a few quick jerks, his legs were free  and he brought his feet between Pyro and himself. He kicked up into John's stomach flipping him over Sam's head. Sam was up in a crouch in a second, then standing. Grabbing John and pulling him to his feet, he slammed his fist into the Australian's face.

"Ya want to fight a cowboy, bronco. Ya got to do it right," he lectured sternly before punching Pyro in the gut and slamming him against the wall. He pinned Pyro's wrists above his head with one hand, keeping a tight grip.  He was done playing nice. He held up a fist, ready to throw another punch. "Now, give me a good reason not to break your jaw, partner."