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I'm Clint. I don't wear a cape or a shit like that. I wear a dog and have a bow 'n arrow. No, I have a bow and ... aw, talking, come on. So, uh, just call me Hawkeye. Sometimes I'm an Avenger, sometimes I fall down my building's stairs and fall asleep at the bottom. Comfy bottom. Just never take the coffee away. Please? Indie roleplaying account for the character of Clint "Hawkeye" Barton of Marvel. Mun is 21+ years old with an open mind and a healthy imagination. This blog is multi-verse | multi-fandom | multi-ship | multi-sexual orientation | chemistry-shipping | smut-friendly (tagged "nsfw") | just about everything at the same time and whatever we all feel like

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[Text] Umm, Clint?

[Text] Did you mean to send me these pictures?! 

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[Text] If I said I wanted your opinion on my outfit, would you believe me?

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[text]: Should we discuss the rug burns on my back or just save that for a separate conversation

[Text] in my defense, I did ask if we wanna move it to the bedroom

[Text] not my fault you couldn’t wait for it ;

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Send an “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.

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Secret Santa Starters

“So who did you get?”

“The price limit was 20 dollars!”

“I’m sorry! I thought it was a white elephant!”

“I have no idea what to get him/her/them.”

“Isn’t this the jacket you were just wearing?”

“You shouldn’t have!”

“Okay, who got me this?”

“I saw it and I just thought of you.”

“I swear it wasn’t me.”

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texts from last night meme 2 (nsfw)

[text]: THEN YOU WILL NOT GET TO SEE MY TITS TONIGHT OR IN THE NEAR FUTURE YOU HEARTLESS BASTARD

[text]: I was told that I need a reference for my blow job skills. Be expecting a phone call tomorrow.

[text]: I'd apply for another job, but "staring out windows crying" is not a hot qualification right now.

[text]: the back of my hand read, "say no to drugs." my palm read, "say yes to shots." when the fuck did I write that?

[text]: He gave me the "I've pictured you while jerkin off" look

[text]: I'm just that drunk tells people I love them or wants to set them on fire. Accept that.

[text]: Correct me if I'm wrong, but did you let me pee in the grass while barking? And also, how many of you have videos?

[text]: Frankly, since I met you, I practically exist in a state of constant readiness for sex

[text]: was it me or did you scream 'champagne motherfucker' when you punched him in the face ??

[text]: They were arguing about who would hit the piñata first so naturally you tore it open with your hands. You broke the piñata and their hearts.

[text]: New rule: gentleman callers are required to bring me gifts of beer when coming over to court you. Tell the monster jam dudes so they know.

[text]: Was my shirt on fire at any point last night? Because I'm fairly sure my shirt was on fire.

[text]: its gotten to the point where if her hand isn't on my butt i think we're in a fight

[text]: I came back and almost ran over two people passed out in my driveway I've never met before in my life

[text]: At least I tried to be smart when I brought the alarm clock into the bathroom just in case I fell asleep.

[text]: It was like watching porn, except it was in real life, and it was starring two of your best friends.

[text]: You are a magnificent human being. I love you from head to toe. This wine is DELICIOUS.

[text]: 'go have sex with her' does not count as wingman

[text]: someone left their shoes, a resume, and a pizza in the shower... i am actually speechless

[text]: You were outside cuddling a rock singing Bohemian Rhapsody.

[text]: Be sure to let me know if your relationship crumbles so I can resume hitting on you

[text]: Do you ever just look at me and get embarrassed?

[text]: Who gets call-your-ex-from-4-years-ago drunk on a Thursday??

[text]: You know how I told you I don't have many naked pics? Apparently that changed last night.

[text]: Should we discuss the rug burns on my back or just save that for a separate conversation

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Reblog if your muse has been shot at.

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♗holy morning parade | charlie & clint

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ocmuses:

Charlie didn’t usually make a habit of going home with the patrons of places he played at, it didn’t mean it didn’t happen, but it was just rare. This time Charlie had found himself stumbling back to a guys place who was unfairly hot and had Charlie’s dick growing hard at his raspy voice. When he had first woke that morning he head had been pounding and he was struggling to remember everything that had happened. He climbed out the bed and moved around the guys place with more ease that he probably should have, stopping to pet the dog which they had tripped over last night when coming in. Cute. H had grabbed a drink wandered back to the bedroom to find… shit, whatever his name was sprawled naked across his bed with a semi hard cock. The rest was history from that point, as Charlie worked his mouth over the member until he heard the sleeping noises turn to guttural groans and felt him waking up. “We drank coffee last night.” Charlie answered smugly lifting his mouth from dick with a ‘pop’ and flicked his tongue teasingly across the tip

Clint was still pretty sure that he was sleeping. Because, really, who actually woke up to getting their brain sucked out of their dick? Definitely not Clint Barton. Yet here he was, biting his lip and finally, with some effort, getting the blonde to leave him alone before things ended before round ... two? Three? started. “We did?” He asked, momentarily struck by how fucking hot the guy was and mentally clapping himself on the back for a well-chosen hook-up. “Well you have to be awesome then, if you drink coffee at night.” His eyebrows danced for a second, before he arched up against the - holy shit was that an eight-pack? - guy. “Please tell me you don’t have to be anywhere for at least another hour?” Because Clint had plans. Hazy, unformed plans, plans without making any but he definitely had plans. Such as running his hands through the guys hair and scratching blunt nails against his scalp before dragging the head down and kissing him, deep and dirty, while he spread his legs until the guys body finally, fucking finally, settled between his legs. “Don’t hate me for this but ... I’m Clint, and who the fuck are you?”

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drquinn-isin:

“Yeah so?” Harley asked him quirking a brow “I’m not uncomfortable showing off, if I’m making you uncomfortable I can put on a robe.” She offered him running a towel over her still wet hair she didn’t care if anyone stared at her anymore

“Uh,” was Clint’s first response, still unsure if he should look or not. He’d been getting the shit kicked out of him for less, really. “Well depends on how offended you would get at me getting a boner, really,” he blurted out in the end, grinning at her winningly.”

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21. Getting hospitalised

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Benji saw Clint over the top of his oxygen mask and looked up, lifting the mask from his face as the paramedic who was pushing the stretcher tried to stop him. 

“C-Clint.” His voice was croaky but strong enough to hopefully be heard as he reached out his free hand to his partner. 

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benjidunnimf:

He felt awful. 

They had been fighting, he couldn’t even remember what about, but Benji had taken off in his car to get some air and space. Unfortunately, he had not expected to wind up rolling his car thanks to some ice on the road and now, everything else seemed so stupid. 

“I’m sorry..”

Clint still couldn’t get his hands under control. He was a fucking marksman and his hands were shaking like he was a damn rookie that had never seen any field action. “Sorry?” he snapped, knowing it was stupid to be angry but anger was better than the crippling fear from before. “You nearly died and you’re giving me sorry?”

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21. Getting hospitalised

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Benji saw Clint over the top of his oxygen mask and looked up, lifting the mask from his face as the paramedic who was pushing the stretcher tried to stop him. 

“C-Clint.” His voice was croaky but strong enough to hopefully be heard as he reached out his free hand to his partner. 

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“Jesus fuck, Benji!” No, no this wasn’t the first time, not really, that either of them had ended up in the hospital. But it still wasn’t something Clint was okay with. “I fucking told you to ... you could have died!” He clasped Benji’s hand in his hard enough to probably bruise. Well tough shit, Benji just had to deal with it.

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therealgamble:

“I’m sure if The Bachelor was on you’d be busy watching it instead of complaining. And ok, who are we afraid of this week? Colonel Sanders?”

“The fact that you seem to know it isn’t on is what worries me. And Colonel Who? Since when do you have beef with KFC? Personally, I find that new friend of Stark’s creepy. A kid that’s like half a spider sounds fucked up to me, man.”

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"I would give up everything for you."

“Really? Even Halo marathons and staring at Brand’s ass?” Clint grinned over at Benji, eyebrow raised in a challenge. 

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benjidunnimf:

Benji scrunched up his nose and stuck his tongue out. 

“I’m allowed to acknowledge that the guy has a nice arse. But I promise Brandt’s arse has nothing on yours.” He winked and smacked Clint’s arse to emphasise his point. 

Clint had no idea how exactly their conversation had started over coffee, Liam playing in the corner. “You sure Liam’s the one that needs his diaper changed?” Clint replied with a chuckle to Benji sticking out his tongue. 

“Ey! No manhandling the goods just to get out of the doghouse!” He whirled on Benji, crowding him against the fridge. 

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One good thing about this sunday, booya.

[rpmememaker]

It's Sexual Sunday so...

send my muse inappropriate questions

flirt with them anonymously or not

try to make them blush

kiss them at random

send me terrible pickup lines 

get my muse hot and bothered 

Pretty much this is your excuse to do what you want to my muse and see if you can get away with it. So go crazy! 

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"I would give up everything for you."

“Really? Even Halo marathons and staring at Brand’s ass?” Clint grinned over at Benji, eyebrow raised in a challenge. 

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benjidunnimf:

Benji laughed and leant over, smacking Clint’s arm. 

“I’m trying to be cute here! Stop ruining it!” 

Clint made an Awwww expression, not entirely done teasing him yet. “But you’re already the cute one, stop hogging the cuteness, babe. And you do stare at Brand’s ass a lot.”

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“Why do all the stupid bad guys always take a day off when there’s only shit on TV? So not cool.”

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"I would give up everything for you."

“Really? Even Halo marathons and staring at Brand’s ass?” Clint grinned over at Benji, eyebrow raised in a challenge.