Invade my muse’s personal space! Send “you’re warm” to see my muse’s reaction to yours randomly cuddling up to them.
Jasper's whole body went tense. His next move was to smell the man's breath. "Barton, what, and please be precise, in the holy hell do you think you are doing?"
(chained) "I'm just gonna ignore what Barton says because who cares what the sniper says, he's just a sniper and he uses a bow too, that's just odd, so I'm just gonna run into the base he says isn't save and get myself caught and chained to the wall so he has to fight his way in and save my punk ass." He had a decent amount of blood on him, most of it not his, and his quiver was uncomfortably empty even if he'd acquired pistols from some body, literally.
"..Good to see you too, Barton." Phil said, chained above his head and battered, but alive. "I'm sure I'll be hearing about this for months or years to come. Can I get a side order of freedom with that snark?"
moderndaywilliamtell said: ooc: It’s why Phil always has to drive. Or Clint. Sitwell just sits in his seat, glares at the actual physical map that they have for some reason, and occasionally chimes in with good places to eat.
//He’s a terrible driver but a hell of a navigator, and as much as he loves tech, part of him resents being replaced by GPS.
Send me "I like my odds" and my character will roll sex dice and perform accordingly on your character
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It was kinda nice just to snuggle but a small smirk crept up on her lips and she wiggled around in his arms to face him, nuzzling against the warmth of his skin. Clint grumbled something in his sleep and she wasn't even sure it was actual words. but she chuckled softly, and pressed a soft kiss to his skin.
"Katie, what're y'doin'?" He mumbled into her hair, and she pressed another kiss against his skin. She just felt the urge to tease the living shit out of him, because she could, mostly. Between her kisses she said quietly, "Nothin'."
"Don't feel like nothin'."
She pressed her kiss against his skin before opening her mouth and sucking the older archer's skin between her teeth. She felt him twitch and his hand tightened around her, and Kate bit that much harder.
The twitch wasn't just his hand this time. He rolled them over so Kate was on her back and she wrapped her legs around his middle, locking her ankles behind his back.
Clint groaned when she finally let go and Kate inspected the mark. "Ooh that's gonna be a good one," she taunted.
"Y'er gonna regret that Hawkeye."
Kate winked at him and shrugged slightly. "Prove it, Hawkeye. You liked it, don't even deny it."