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[need_a_pen]

fluffernutters meme

what to do:
☆ post a comment
★ others use the magic RNG 1-10 to pick their fluffiness
☆ then fluff it out!

fluffy choices:
① Tiny kisses For some reason or another, the person in front of you? Needs all of the kisses. All of them.
② Love confession You feel the butterflies in your stomach, but there's no way you're going to back out

Comments

[genuinepleasure]

For a split second Clint thought she was actually serious. The look on his face was just filled with confusion. At first it started out kind of cute and funny, but then she took it straight to creepy town when she spoke of how she wanted to keep him asleep to tattoo it on. The kiss no longer smoothed over the problems because he was genuinely concerned he'd wake up one morning and find her looming over him trying to tattoo his ass. He shook it off though after she smiled and told him she was kidding. Thank god! He really was scared he was gonna have to bring in Coulson to chaperone her ass tattooing ways at night.

"You're seeing it with me. Of course it's a good way." One hand slid away to undo the belt on the slacks he was wearing. He undid the button and pushed down the zipper. He slipped a condom from his back pocket before he let them drop to his ankles. "My jealousy knows no bounds, Nat." He leaned forward to kiss the back of her neck. He lifted the condom to his mouth and tore the foil with his teeth. He went commando tonight which left him pretty bare down there.

[redinmyledger]

"Had you fooled, didn't I?" Natasha asked in a quiet purr. She found his expression all too amusing but she was well trained. She kept a straight face until the last second. He could tease her all he liked, but she was always going to find a way to get him back. She just tended to pick the most unlikely moment. "You should know me better by now."

Natasha shuddered and pushed back against him as soon as she heard his zipper get pushed down. After she felt the kiss she took her hands away from the railing to push down her panties and save him the trouble. She reached back and gave his ass a squeeze before taking a hold of the railing again and arching her back slightly as she waited. "So long as I'm the only woman you see it this way with we'll be fine."

[genuinepleasure]

"It's really not nice to mess with me." He was ready to call in Coulson, Natasha. You got dangerously close to having the moment ruined by their boss. He would probably never be able to look her in the eyes again and tsk tsk at Clint all night. Luckily no hasty decisions were made and they were still alone on the balcony of their hotel room. The smile on his face was growing wider by the moment. He was aware of how she had lent a hand by pushing the troublesome panties down. Thankfully he just had to roll the condom on and he would be in business. He was just going to wait a few moments though. Torture? Maybe. He wasn't exactly sure yet.

He grunted when she squeezed his ass. "Territorial. I love it." He rolled the condom over his erection and leaned forward over her. His lips latched onto the lobe or her ear and he pushed inside of her quickly. He didn't move for a good minute or two. He was still until out of the blue his hips pulled back quickly before slamming forward against her. "Messing with me has repercussions."

[redinmyledger]

"What are you talking about? It's so much fun messing with you. You think you have the patent on messing with people? Don't think I don't know who switches on that music in my quarters after every mission." If Coulson had crashed then Barton never would have been alone with her again. She would have held the mood killer and the babysitter card against him for a long time. Clearly he was forgetting how long she could hold a grudge. She pushed out a breath as she tried not to wiggle with impatience, eyes becoming hooded.

"We both do. Again, we're back to questioning our sanity but I don't think either of us could ever be any other way." She turned her head slightly to watch him out of the corner of her eye and her lips parted in a low moan. "I'm trying to feel bad about it, but I really don't."

[genuinepleasure]

Clint likes to dish it, but it's when he has to take it that's the problem. He's always been very good with practical jokes and just messing with people. To him it's hilarious, but he's not goo when they come at him with crap of their own. He's always caught off guard and not really sure how to react. "Apparently that music is a goddamn Russian treasure, Nat." He only did that when he wanted to get out of something. If he wanted a guys night and the freedom to go out and get drink then he put that on in her quarters. Sometimes he just did it for a laugh.

The moan was very encouraging. Enough to let Clint know that he was doing something right. He didn't even bother to respond. He couldn't find it in him to. His hand came around to palm one of her breasts through the dress. His hips were now moving at a fairly even pace. Another minute passed and he shut his eyes. "The Russian, Nat. Do the Russian." A little extra encouragement can't hurt.

[redinmyledger]

"Did you forget the part where I'm a former Russian citizen?" She would have rolled her eyes, would have maybe even laughed or continued to tease him if he wasn't so good with distracting her in other ways. Besides, she knew what it meant. She knew why he played the music. She wasn't exactly going to begrudge him a time out or two.

The silk of the dress slid over her breast as he cupped it in his hand, her nipple hardening in response and pressing into his palm. She moaned again and smiled slightly at the whispered request. She fell into her native tongue, murmuring pleas and requests of her own as she started to tell him just how good he felt. What she wanted to do once they were back inside the hotel room, and just how she felt about him.

[genuinepleasure]

"Nope." She gave him a very brutal reminder most nights when she drank Clint under the table. Clint had been drinking since his youth, but he wasn't even close to her level of drinking. He could match Tony's liver drink for drink and numerous others, but she was the only other human to have him beat. Cap and Thor didn't much count. They were revved up by Godly bullshit or super serum. Not fair, but just part of life. Mean Green didn't drink much so that was a shot in his favor. Natasha was like a goddamn fish. It was insane how much she could down. Clint was severely worried about that liver of hers. How was it even still fully functional? It seemed like it would have given out ages ago.

The Russian always gave Clint just a little bit more umpf. He wasn't sure what it was, but hearing her go into her native tongue was probably the sexiest thing he had ever encountered. It was kind of pathetic how much he turned to goo when she got insanely Russian on him. He only understand the dirty words and a few choice phrases, but none of that mattered. He knew the intent behind the message. That was all Clint needed.

One hand dipped into the hem of her dress and to her breast. His fingers brushed over her nipple and after a moment there was a twist. His hip thrusts had become a little more erratic. Less timed and even.

[redinmyledger]

Natasha was in perfect health for the most part. It wasn't as if she drank nearly as often as Tony. She just happened to hold her drink better when she did. She was Russian. Challenging her to a drinking contest was a losing battle no matter which way you looked at it. Some stereotypes she was happy to live up to.

Her fingers curled even more tightly around the balustrade and she was glad that it was thin enough for her to hold onto. Her knuckles had turned white with the effort but she wasn't stopping with the Russian. Even when she moaned she picked right back up with the murmurs. With anything to get him to stay that turned on. Anything to get under his skin as much as he got under hers.

She arched at that touch and her muscles clamped down around him briefly before she released them with a shudder.