@ofarchery inquired: ❛ now you’re just somebody that i used to know. ❜
𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃. ⤷ Accepting!!
Wanda kept her head downcast, to not reveal to Clint the tears that pooled in her eyes. She had thought he had changed so much, when in reality, she was the one who had changed so much. He was right, she was just someone he had once known, he doesn’t know her anymore. Or rather, he never really knew the real Wanda Maximoff. The real her was darkness, chaos, and evil incarnate. “I’m sorry, but you can’t ever know who I really am. It’s best you stay away, it’s for your own safety.”
He had to admit to himself, archers really did have quite the talent for angles.
“Oh fuck--” Gasping, keening in such an uncharacteristic way that left him with a hand gripping his own hair to find some grounding purchase but it couldn’t be helped. Not when Clint seemed eager to make sure his prostate wasn’t going to feel the same for at least a week, but damn would the ache be positively worth it.
His back twisted against the sheets, hands desperate for a purchase whether it be on his own thighs or maybe even Clint’s shoulders if he could be bothered to reach. Maybe not with the way the burn and pleasure settled so sweetly into his being, an empty litany of praise and babbling over something about wanting to be broken like this and how good he was and probably something very flattering about the size and thickness of his cock for good measure.
The little things that couldn’t be helped, after all.
“Please, please, Clint.” Equally uncharacteristic begging, but if he could do this again then he’d even get on his knees to be a willing cockwarmer. Or maybe just cum all over himself without having to be touched, something John didn’t think possible.
But damn was he more than willing to do that one again.
“think i wanna do a little more than just kiss.” || @ofarchery
“Do y’ now?” There was a tinge of amusement as he stared up at the archer, a brow arched in mild surprise. Well—it wasn’t like he was drunk enough to consider that, but at the same time he’d probably be a damn fool to object.
Ah, hell with it.
“Well if this is how y’ wanna pay for me for me services, don’t think I should object.” A pause. “This where I ask my place or yours?”
She knows it’s him just from the knock, but she has no intentions on making this easy. Had Clint meant to hurt her feelings? No, but he had, and Nadia was nothing if not stubborn. She hadn’t admitted to it, but when did she admit to anything? He knew well enough how to read her by now. All the same, she opens the door, though only a crack, brow raised as she stares at the blonde archer expectantly.
Gaze flicks down to the beer in his hands as he speaks, hues rolling as she steps away, widening the gap of the door to allow him through. “ You know, an apology would have sufficed, but I'll take the beer. “ she grins a little, taking the pack from him before the door is even closed, placing them on the nearby table and cracking one open before grabbing another and handing it to him, all is forgiven. “ Thanks for showing up. “ albeit more vulnerable tone, though she flashes him a genuine smile, taking a swig from the can.
Blaize had woken with quite the start - something she absolutely detested happening when she was around other people. It was a simple matter of keeping watch, one staying up while the other sleeps, but suffice to say that she was wary of sleeping around others, because... well, that's when all of her practiced resistance to fear would ebb away.
When she awoke from the latest unsettling dream - water, darkness, nobody can hear you - it took her a moment to register that she had Clint's hand in a vice grip. When he spoke, she let out a small gasp and released him quickly, pushing herself to sit up and rub her eyes free of sleep.
💙;; "Sorry- sorry... didn't hurt you, did I-? I'm... stronger than I look, eheh."
“ the world was testing me today so, thank you for making me smile @ofarchery. ” fingers soothe over a headache, trying her best to make this bad day come to an end. “ thank you for being adorably funny. i needed that. ”
[ Upon entering the bedroom that
is considerably modest in size,
both corners of his lips curl up
into a visible smile. The typical
manner in which the man greets
his teenage daughter. It is there
for no more than a minute or so.
It only pulls a vanishing act for
the purpose of allowing him the
moment to speak. Although he
obviously does not need to have
a reason to seek her out, he does
happen to have one at the moment. ]
❝ Hey, I'm on my way to the store, but I can't seem to find my
keys. You wouldn't happen to know where they are, would you? ❞
