#mightyheroic

[suredid]

“ Relax… just lie back and let me make you cum. “  ( from clint )

"MAKE me cuuoohh..." okay, sure, he is very capable of proving that he can and very much will.

She hasn't even taken off a stitch of clothing, is the thing. It's been mostly a heavy make-out session up until this point and she hadn't been sure it'd go beyond that until his fingers skimmed up under her tennis skirt and hooked into the elastic of her panties.

It isn't that she doesn't want it, she's just... what? Shy? It's been a while, let's just say that, and she really isn't sure this is like riding a bicycle. Clint seems sure enough for the both of them, though, when her panties are thrown somewhere across the room and his palm is cupping her drenched pussy, thumb working circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves swelling for want.

"Fuck..!" her hips rise against his hand eagerly.

[wantcn]

& @mightyheroic said: ❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞ ( clint to anna ) // MEME

HER SOFT LAUGH WAS STIFFLED, SILENCED BY ANOTHER moan that followed a second later when the man's fingers caressed the folds of her womanhood without warning and without any shyness about taking what he wanted. the brunette tilted her head back, allowing it to gently thump against the stone wall she was pushed up against in the corridor just outside of her chambers. green eyes looked up at the man from under half-closed lids, hazy from the excitement and pleasure and not even comprehending the words spoken against the column of her throat until another moan escaped her. "you know where." the Princess chuckled, voice quiet, making sure they would not be heard by any of the guards even if the spot they chose all on its own was at danger of being discovered. and then what? how would she explain enjoying herself on the thief's touch? "you just want to hear me say it." the woman added, hips rocking into the touch of Clint's hand, at this point finding no reason to play the role of a blushing virgin --- not now, not when she ached for more. "hurry, before the guards come this way for their route."

[cfheroisms]

@mightyheroic asked: ❝  alright,  here’s your coffee.  are you ready to talk or should i find something to ramble about for a few minutes?  ❞ reed to keira

Keira looked at him and took the coffee from him "I don't know what you expect me to talk about>" She asked him, taking a small sip of her coffee.

"So... ramble." She said, a hint of a smirk on her lip. She found his ramblings oddly comforting, like a lullaby. They always calmed her mile a minute mind.

She sat back, and took another long sip of her coffee, before lowering the mug and letting out a long breath.

[diafrst]

( 💎 continued w/ @mightyheroic )

beneath all of the elite glamor, diamonds and designer velours - her heart was far more pure than the den of wolves she spent time entertaining. “ oh hush, i’m glad you agreed to be my plus one. let me know if these idiots bother you. their lectures are akin to nails on a chalkboard. ” for now she ignores the judgement of appearances. both not wanting to be too obvious with how much her heart bleeds for affection yet denies it at a moments notice.

attuned with senses beyond the norm, emma’s telepathy pried without any need for effort. mostly a nuisance than anything, the blonde bombshell preferred a moment of silence to the latter that made her overload. her hand rests upon barton’s arm, before sliding to lock hands in attempt to both guide and offer support for each other interchangeably. “ oh please. you look great. as a matter of fact, there’s already four watching eyes that want to talk to you but are far too intimidated by me to try. ”

blues give the man a certain look, validating every thought swimming around that mind of his. “ perhaps tonight, we can be each others anchor. ” a posh accent ends when emma notices clint’s gaze focusing more on her lips, words lost in translation where telepathy could project more clearly.

[suredid]

“   i  was  a  little  bit  turned  on  by  the  feeling  of  being  desirable .   ” ( from clint )

"You and your twelve pack, ripped like jesus body and you are only just starting to feel yourself? My god, you beautiful son of a bitch, I can almost guarantee you have a fanclub."

She's shaking her head, clicking her tongue against the back of her teeth like a weary mother hen clucking at a chick.