█ for fluff & smut & fluffy smut.

[quivers]

▐ pick a character. link some pics. write some texts or sexts. ▐ for cuddles & bangin'. anything flies.

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surprise me yo

[recruited]

[ one & two & three ]

this was your gamble

[quivers]

[ There was one rule: don't have sex with Captain America.

Why? Because it's weird, that's why. Because the guy was supposed to be one of her wise mentors, despite the fact that she didn't really hesitate when it came to giving him an earful (though really, there are few who are ever spared of that privilege). Captain America gave her the name Hawkeye to begin with, sort of solidifying her path in this whole hero business. Sleeping with a guy like that would be insane.

But it's not like she can control sexual tension, especially not with the other Cap, the younger looking one with even nicer pecs and a stupidly charming smile. And he's the one who kissed her anyway. Or maybe she kissed him? Who the futz can keep track when she's got Steve Rogers' tongue in her mouth. ]

— bad idea. [ She mutters between a messy kiss, even though her nails are clutching at his neck, keeping him locked close, even though he has a thousand times the strength he does.

Whatever words she can manage to sputter out doesn't really matter. She's almost laughing as she nips hard at his lips, a hand sliding down to seek out the hem of his shirt, sneaking her fingers inside in order to get a cool feel of those muscles she's grown too mad about. Damn this man and his body, she thinks, for the thousandth time since she first got a good look at him ages ago.

Her wrist nudges the shirt up, urgency rising to get it off. ] Just FYI — we are not doing whatever this is with clothes on. You better get naked times a thousand in the next minute or I'll rip it all right off of you. Or, you know, at least show me the pecs.