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Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse's body. )
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Send ’ 🎉 ’ to kiss my muse at midnight on New Years Eve.
Alternatively, send ’ 🎉 + diss ’ to turn away from my muse trying to kiss yours at midnight on New Years Eve.
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Send 🍆 for my muse’s reaction to being sent a very intentional nude Or Send “Ѡ” for my muse’s reaction to being sent accidental nudes.
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Send “New Years Kiss” to give my muse a kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve
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MY MUSE HAS BEEN MISSING , YOUR MUSE HAS HAPPENED UPON THEM. TELL ME YOUR MUSES REACTION.
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"Anything you need. You’re part of this family."
"You think I belong? Really?"
"I've genuinely felt like an outsider in most places...the man out of time you know..."
“Course you belong, Cap. Ask anyone.”
“You’re a super soldier from the 40′s. I’m a guy with a stick and a string. We’re all outsiders, Steve. S’why we work so well together. What better family is there than a bunch of misfits?”
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He’d known from the moment he’d woken up that morning that today was the day. The bed had been empty and cold, and the heat in the pit of his stomach had been swirling and uncomfortable.
Clint had scrounged every spare blanket and pillow he could find, piling them all onto the bed and arranging them just the right way, but it still wasn’t enough. He languished in the agony for a good hour before he finally gave in. Wrapping himself in a blanket to help stave off the shivers that came from the onset of his heat, he padded out barefoot in search of his alphas.
Tony chuckled and kissed their omega deeply, holding him close. “You are definitely spoiled.” But the alpha rumbled. “Let me get undressed for you then, pretty mate.”
Steve laughed, pleased as he kissed all over Clint’s neck. “Naked snuggles huh? That we can do. But snuggle fucking?” The Captain asked, amused.
He sighed into Tony’s kiss, grinning slightly as the billionaire called him spoiled. His eyes watched as Tony stripped, a purr rumbling through his chest at Steve’s kisses. He turned his attention to the soldier, hands sliding under his shirt as he tried to tug it up. “Snuggling that turns to fucking that goes back to snuggling,” he explained, still trying to get the soldier undressed without dislodging their position.
His own sweats were damp with slick and uncomfortable, but he wanted his mates naked first.
Tony pressed back against Clint now that he was undressed, sliding his hands over their omega mate. “Hello there, gorgeous.” He rumbled, nipping lightly at Clint’s neck. “Let me take care of you while Capsicle undresses.” He pulled the archer close to him.
Steve helped Clint with his shirt, but couldn’t quite get his pants off like that. “It’ll just take me a minute sweetheart. Then we can go back to our snuggles and then we can take you apart, pretty omega.”
Clint whined as he was pulled away from the soldier, but the feeling of Tony’s teeth on his neck helped him forget his displeasure almost instantly. He wiggled his hips into the billionaire’s, breath catching in his throat at the feeling of the alpha’s length pressed against his clothed ass. His eyes fluttered open to watch Steve undress even as he covered one of Tony’s hands with his own and guided it to curl into the waistband of his sweats--a gentle demand that they be removed. He wanted the flesh of both alphas pressed against his own. His skin felt hot and their bodies were the only thing that would cool him.
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Outside the snow was falling and people bustled by in their warmest clothes, but inside the voluminous candy striped tent, it was warm and bright. Clint Barton pulled on his leotard and shoes, the muffled sound of the band warming up making his hair stand up on end. He shook the sound out of his broken ears, focusing instead on his breathing and the way he laced his boots and arm guard.
Tonight was the first show of their New York stint, and the pressure was on to make it a good one. He wasn’t worried about missing, more about falling, as tonight he would debut the aerial trickshots he’d been working on for the last three months. He rolled his shoulders, frowning as he picked a loose sequin off his collar. He slung his quiver over his shoulder, bow in hand as he moved to peek out at the crowd that was gathering in the tented arena.
“Are you nervous, Archer?” A slight russian accent tinted her voice as Natasha looked down at him from the banister. She was new, had traveled with the Carnical for about a month now. A small, lithe thing, that moved with surprising, feline grace. Her hair was cropped short, naturally curly and crimson in color.
She worked as a stagehand, helping and watching them train, though it seemed young woman had taken to the high wire relatively quick, but she wasn’t set to premiere just yet. “You overturn your body on your last jump. You need to relax your muscles, trust your body he knows what to do.” Natasha smiled at him. “I’m looking forward to seeing those tricks.”
Clint looked up at the sound of her voice, spotting her above him. “I don’t get nervous,” he lied. “Just checking out the crowd.” He stepped back from the curtain, letting it fall closed again. She’d only been with them a few weeks, but he’d gotten used to seeing the Russian around. She was a staple when he was training--never seemed to miss a session. Her judgement, however....
“I *do not*,” he said a little defensively--mostly because she was right and he resented that.
“Tons better then you.” She quipped, laughing. “You watched to much FRIENDS.” Pulling up, Natasha wrapped her arm around his middle, holding him steady after seeing his punctured leg. “Yeesh, Fury will be happy, you just got back on duty after your stunt in Malaysa.”
She helped him walk over, a few paramedics hurrying their way. “I can set your shoulder, but that leg should really get looked at, Hawk.”
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Clint huffed a laugh. “What can I say, that show really speaks to me.” He winced on the last words, trying to put weight on his bad leg and instantly regretting it. “Maybe Fury should offer paid time off, so I don’t gotta use the medical leave. All the same, think I’ll call in tomorrow. Y’know, take a day.” He looked up as the medics approached. “S’not so bad. Think I can walk it off.” Despite his quips, he let the medics get him onto a stretcher all the same. His leg was fucking killing him. “Pop the shoulder, Nat.” One less thing for the medic team to deal with, and he’d rather her cause him pain than them.
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PLEASE send me character development questions.
I love to get insightful about my character and to ramble on them. Ask me about their habits, thoughts, relationships! Go as deep and complex as you like! And send as many as you like so loads.
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VARYING KISSES PROMPT
ₓ ˚ . ୭ ˚ ○ ◦ ˚ as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs! ˚ ◦ ○ ˚ ୧ . ˚ ₓ
PLACES TO KISS .. ( send "reverse" to switch the sender + receiver roles )
- sender kisses receiver's knuckles.
- sender kisses receiver's cheek.
- sender kisses receiver's lips.
- sender kisses receiver's palm.
- sender kisses receiver's temple.
- sender kisses receiver's inner thighs.
- sender kisses receiver's hair.
- sender kisses receiver's shoulder.
- sender kisses receiver's neck.
- sender kisses receiver's knees.
- sender kisses receiver's stomach.
- sender kisses receiver's top of head.
- sender kisses receiver's chest.
- sender kisses receiver's upper back.
- sender kisses receiver's foot.
- sender kisses receiver's inner wrists.
- sender kisses receiver's nose.
- sender kisses receiver's forehead.
- sender kisses receiver's fingertips.
- sender kisses receiver's shoulder blade.
- sender kisses receiver's lower back.
- sender kisses receiver's outer thighs.
- sender kisses receiver's sternum.
- sender kisses receiver's collarbone.
- sender kisses receiver's earlobe.
- sender kisses receiver's forearm.
- sender kisses receiver's chin.
REASONS TO KISS .. ( send "reverse" to switch the sender + receiver roles )
- sender kisses receiver to say goodbye.
- sender kisses receiver to say hello.
- sender kisses receiver to say goodnight.
- sender kisses receiver to say good morning.
- sender kisses receiver to distract them.
- sender kisses receiver to reassure them.
- sender kisses receiver to initiate something further.
- sender kisses receiver to shut them up.
- sender kisses receiver to comfort them.
- sender kisses receiver to say i love you.
- sender kisses receiver to tease them.
- sender kisses receiver to fluster them.
- sender kisses receiver to congratulate them.
- sender kisses receiver to give into them.
- sender kisses receiver to surprise them.
- sender kisses receiver to pretend they're in a relationship.
- sender kisses receiver to show off for someone else.
- sender kisses receiver to wish them luck.
SETTINGS TO KISS .. ( send "reverse" to switch the sender + receiver roles )
- sender kisses receiver at a restaurant.
- sender kisses receiver in the kitchen.
- sender kisses receiver in a pool.
- sender kisses receiver at a cafe.
- sender kisses receiver at a party.
- sender kisses receiver in the bedroom.
- sender kisses receiver in a movie theatre.
- sender kisses receiver in a car.
- sender kisses receiver at a park.
- sender kisses receiver in a club.
- sender kisses receiver in an alleyway.
- sender kisses receiver on the bus or train.
- sender kisses receiver in a closet.
- sender kisses receiver in a store isle.
- sender kisses receiver in a parking lot.
- sender kisses receiver in the woods.
- sender kisses receiver at school.
- sender kisses receiver at the bar.
- sender kisses receiver at the beach.
- sender kisses receiver in the ocean.
- sender kisses receiver in the garage.
- sender kisses receiver at work.
- sender kisses receiver on a boat.
- sender kisses receiver in a theatre.
- sender kisses receiver in a tent.
- sender kisses receiver in the bathroom.
- sender kisses receiver in a motel suite.
- sender kisses receiver in a hotel suite.
- sender kisses receiver at a cabin.
- sender kisses receiver in an office.
- sender kisses receiver in the backyard.
- sender kisses receiver on the porch.
- sender kisses receiver in a secret or hidden place.
Source: moosings
"I've got you."
Clint grunted as he leaned his weight into her, trying to find stability in his feet to help. "Fel," he mumbled, one hand trying to find purchase on the wall of the alleyway. "Y'gotta go. They'll be back."
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"I've got you."
“I’ve got you” to carry my injured & nearly unconscious muse
"Clint?" Her voice was quiet, barely audible. She tried to look at him, but felt weak after the attack. "Careful. They're here." Even in her current condition, she was worried about him.
“Shh,” he mumbled softly as he carried her as far from the danger as he could, as quickly as he could. “I know, I know. M’gonna get you outta here, then I’m coming back for them.”
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“ can you hear me? hey… Clint, do you copy! ... Fuck! Don't do this to me Hawkeye, don't play hero and not come back to gloat about it."
Panic pitched her voice a little higher as the dust settled around her. Ash and soot colored the crimson of her hair nearly grey. The explosive arrows had worked, taking down part of the building they're targets had been fighting, but Hawkeye had still been inside and Natasha didn't have the chance to grab him. Now she moved, pushing away debree, trying to find her partner.
He'd hit his head when the blast went off, falling unconscious for a few long moments as the debris buried him. He woke to darkness and dust clogging his throat. Clint shifted as he coughed and gritted his teeth to hold back a choked scream as the rebar piercing his leg made itself known. He settled, panting and choking on the dust and smoke that dried his mouth out, and trying to assess the damage. His shoulder was dislocated--he recognized that particular agony. His ears were ringing, his aides dislodged in the mess of his fall. He managed to get his good arm free enough to push them back into place and the ringing stopped. There was a crackle--one of damn things was damaged--and then he could hear her voice over the comm.
"Nat," he croaked out, coughing again to clear his throat. "Natasha--m'here."
Natasha was terrified for a whole five minutes, fear she never thought she could actually experience and all the training and indoctrination the Red Room had put her through went right out the window, her body went into survival mode. Until the com tucked into her ear crackled to life and a familiar voice rasped her name. "Oh for..."
Clint could hear a few choice, Russian, curses assault his ear. "I'll have the tech department super glue your aids into your ears." Despite the thread the archer could hear relief and even laughter in her voice. "Do you have a visual? I think I can pick up your signal. Hang tight. I'll come and get you."
With that her com clicked and went silent as the followed the tracker built into his quiver. It didn't take her long after to find the heap of rubble he got buried under and to dig him free, while first responders and back up finally arrived. "You look a little rough there, Buddy." She teased, reaching in a hand to help pull him free.
Her voice in his ear took some of the pain away, oddly, and he huffed a laugh that ended in more coughing. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right here,” he mumbled. He managed to get the laser knife free from his hip, stretching down enough with a grunt that he could slice through the rebar pinning his leg to the ground. He’d let the medics handle removing it entirely. A moment later, he heard the rubble start to shift and then, a few seconds later, he was face to face with Natasha. “Hey, how you doin?” he said, taking the hand she offered and letting her help him up. He grunted, teeth gritted, as he shifted weight onto his good leg and wrapped his good arm around her shoulders, snorting at her words. “I’ve had worse,” he replied. “S’get outta here.”
“ can you hear me? hey… Clint, do you copy! ... Fuck! Don't do this to me Hawkeye, don't play hero and not come back to gloat about it."
Panic pitched her voice a little higher as the dust settled around her. Ash and soot colored the crimson of her hair nearly grey. The explosive arrows had worked, taking down part of the building they're targets had been fighting, but Hawkeye had still been inside and Natasha didn't have the chance to grab him. Now she moved, pushing away debree, trying to find her partner.
He'd hit his head when the blast went off, falling unconscious for a few long moments as the debris buried him. He woke to darkness and dust clogging his throat. Clint shifted as he coughed and gritted his teeth to hold back a choked scream as the rebar piercing his leg made itself known. He settled, panting and choking on the dust and smoke that dried his mouth out, and trying to assess the damage. His shoulder was dislocated--he recognized that particular agony. His ears were ringing, his aides dislodged in the mess of his fall. He managed to get his good arm free enough to push them back into place and the ringing stopped. There was a crackle--one of damn things was damaged--and then he could hear her voice over the comm.
"Nat," he croaked out, coughing again to clear his throat. "Natasha--m'here."
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Send “I’ve got you” to carry my injured & nearly unconscious muse