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@fletchingandfeathers
I know I haven’t been around for about a month, but mental illness is kicking my ass. I know it’s a weak excuse, and I’m sorry. But none-the-less, I want to pop on today to wish a happy birthday to my favorite bird-brain.
Happy Birthday, Clint Barton. You deserve a better mun than me.
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I can’t really focus on replies right now so send memes?
"I need a favor from you. And by favor I mean come drinking with me."
“Oh thank the Norns. I need vodka. Bad.”
“— I love you. Ok? Seriously. You’re wonderful.”
“Oh, like I didn’t know that.
But thanks.”
"I need a favor from you. And by favor I mean come drinking with me."
“Oh thank the Norns. I need vodka. Bad.”
“Then vodka it is.”
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[Text: Feather Butt]: ….Please tell me these were meant for someone else.[Text: Feather Butt]: Btw, nice abs.[Text: Feather Butt]: And butt.
“I am so glad you’re not a diabetic.” Anna said jokingly and walked over to him and handed him the plate of cookies. “Or else you’d be screwed.”
He grasped the plate, gratefully pushing a cookie into his mouth as he smiled and nodded towards her. With a large gulp, he scoffed. "Even if I was, you wouldn't be able to stop me."
“I do not see need to dwell. It is not of point to me. Better than you’d hoped for? Köszönöm, Clint. Your words mean a lot to me. Valóban.”
“And I’d be nothing if not honest. And I am here for you. No matter what you need. It’s not easy to lose family.”
She watches him, thinks about her brother, and slowly her breathing calms.
“He would have liked you, I think.”
“He?” Clint asks before realizing.
“Yeah- I’d like to think so.”
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[Text: Feather Butt]: ….Please tell me these were meant for someone else.[Text: Feather Butt]: Btw, nice abs.[Text: Feather Butt]: And butt.
[Text: Feather Butt]: So bossy. After a few moments she texted him again once she had arrived at his place. [Text: Feather Butt]: I have the package. She sent it then soon got out of the car and made her way to his front door.
[SMS: Anna] I have the right. [SMS: Anna] On my way down. And true enough to his word, withing a few seconds he was at the door. With a large grin, he pulled open the door offering forward grabby hands for the cookies. “I need the sugar, I swear.”
"You look super hot from up here."
NSFW Prompts
“Do I? Well, that’s good to know. Now don’t just stand there. Help me up!”
“Once we’re through here, I guess we can switch it up.”
“Oh come on- don’t act so enthusiastic.”
“What are you staring at?”
“Well, I think that bird is about to be taken out by that cat over there. Trying to figure out how much longer the poor thing has to live. You gotta love the circle of life”
“Well” Bruce smiled a bit “I do my best to exceed expectations. I really am an over achiever.” He laughed just a little. “However, that does leave me asking… what did you think I was staring at?”
There was no unfurrowing of his brow. Bruce was just... a litte further outhere than he anticipated. “Honestly? Something... sciencey- that would probably kill me.”
Alright so life is crashing down and my dad is coming tomorrow and finals start on Monday so I’m going to be away for a little while. Do forgive xx
shadows will scream that i’m alone (x)
Peter kissed him back and gasped when he felt the friction against him. Peter thrust his hips up against Clint’s in response and let out a shaky breath against Clint’s lips. Though, he thought as they kept going he would get more nervous, that wasn’t true. Peter’s nerves slowly started to melt away as they continued. “You’re really good at this.” Peter whispered.
“That’s because I know what I like and I’m doing my best to do that for you.” His voice was barely higher than a deep rumble as he continued rubbing against Peter, a warmth growing in himself as well. Continuing his work against Peter’s lips, he nipped at him every now and then only to sooth it with his tongue. “Just tell me what you want, baby.” It was unintended, but the term slipped out.
Peter nodded, feeling a little better that Clint didn’t have any expectations for this. They didn’t have to figure this out in the middle of sexy times. It could wait. “I trust you Clint.” That was the biggest thing Peter could say, that he trusted someone. He was friendly to people but overall, he had few friends, and he really wasn’t comfortable hanging out most of the time. That’s why he and Clint had come so close. He stayed in a lot.
“Good-” Clint replied with a quick breath before leaning back to capture Peter’s lips once again, his hand on Pete’s hip sliding down to rub gently against his crotch. Clint was close to Peter, though he was the far more social roommate. People on the hall new Clint. He was the partier, but that never stopped him from staying with Peter.
“I don’t want to ruin the mod because you’re incredibly hot and sexy and kind, and I want to continue. But..I haven’t been with anyone since Gwen. I want to be with you, but I’m scared I’ll suck. Just like I am right now. At this whole sex thing.” Peter smiled nervously and tried to ignore the ache in his chest.
He offered a sort of sad smile, leaning forward once again to press a small kiss to Peter’s lips. “Look at me- I’m going to tell you that it’s alright. Because it is. No matter what experience you do or don’t have, you make me happy. And I want you to feel it. Yeah? Let me take care of you.” Swallowing, he placed a hand on Peter’s hip.
So I have an obscene amount of drafts to do but I’m ignoring all of the. xoxo I’m sorry.
“Well, that’s a relief. Do you do trick shots with a gun too?”
“Depends on your definition. I don’t have any fun bullets like I do arrows, though.”
