#Clintasha fluff

[melaclintbartoncorner]

Any headcanons about what they do on their day off?

Little domestic quirks ie: passing off the toothbrush or leaving the light on when leaving because you know they come in right behind them?

Their day off are always basically the same, depending on their state of mind: (Since their mission life is so crazy they love to keep it consistent at least in their domestic life)

One day they just stay on the couch watching movies after movies, obviously cuddling, ordering food and just being lazy. This is always after a huge mission when their bodies are basically wrecked. 😂

On normal day offs they go to the farmes marked. Clint loves to cook and Nat is the food taster. She is barely helpful in the kitchen but she adores to watch him cook. They go on long walks just to feel like a normal in love couple and talk for hours.

They established a rule on their day off. Their phones stay off. No one is allowed to contact them. And for emergencies they have Jarvis.

Thats all could think about right now. It’s also 1:33 Am already. Maybe tomorrow I will know more. 😂

[hoppers-babygirl]

hoppers-babygirl's Masterlist

dividers by @firefly-graphics

Sleepless Nights

Beat his ass

Wounded

Life In the Upside Down

Like A Virgin

Saving Grace

Bells will ring

Prima Ballerina

Children of HYDRA

Keeping up with the family

Skin to skin

Barton Family Christmas

Punching Bag

Forget It.

You’ll Go Far, Kid

[naoa-ao3]

Gold Day

SUMMARY: Natasha is finally free of the Red Room so what does she want to do? Clint helps her think of something.

The job is done and SHIELD has declared Natasha clear and trustworthy but as she and Clint arrive in the states she doesn't feel the sense of relief she thought she would.

In some ways she feels she's just moving from one government shadow agency to another but it's not the Red Room and that's what counts here. SHIELD fights the Red Room and if she can't be free then at least she can fight those that made her.

She takes that as the win.

"You know what you're going to do now?" Clint asks her as they leave their debriefing.

She thinks for a moment. "I suppose I'll just wait for my next orders." She said. "I'm sure they want to see what I can do."

Clint frowns. "They already know what you can do. I'm asking what you're going to do. What you want to do."

She was silent.

What did she want to do?

So many years in the Red Room, so many years that were not her own and now she was back in the U.S. and the only thing she could envision was her next mission.

"I don't know." She said.

He nodded, they were wearing civilian clothes. That should have made it easier, should have made the transition more smooth. Why didn't it?

"Well if you need company, it's not like I have anything planned." He said. "So what's the one thing you want to do that they didn't let you?"

But what did you want to do when you had been given nothing but orders and missions your whole life?

They were outside in the car lot, his car waiting, hers nonexistent.

Maybe she should by a car.

"I lived here once." She said quietly, the memories coming back in fragments, her brain afraid to absorb them. "In Ohio."

"You wanna go to Ohio?" He asked, raising his eyebrows as he leaned on his car window.

She shook her head.

There was nothing in Ohio for her.

"No."

"Then what do you want, Nat?" He asked, not opening the door.

"I want. . ." A cheeseburger was American but she had eaten those before, doing it now would just be something to fill her stomach. Was she supposed to visit the Grand Canyon or the Statue of Liberty? Was she supposed to go to Las Vegas and gamble or somewhere else?

"I got an idea." Clint said, motioning to her and she followed him into the car, sitting without feeling her body.

What did she want to do?

She wanted to prove herself but she already had, she wanted to clean her slate but that was probably impossible. What did you do when there were nothing but options?

"I got an idea." He said.

She looked at him. "We're not going on a road trip, are we?" She asked.

He shook his head. "Nah, nothing like that but I thought we could still go and find something to do."

She looked at him. Clint had given her this chance, Clint had seen something in her and helped her defect. She would be forever grateful to him, cherish him almost even if she didn't fully understand why he had done it.

"What do you have in mind?"

He shrugged defensively. "Nothing fancy." He muttered. "I mean we're in Kansas."

They were. The SHIELD base outside of Topeka looked like a small aircraft hanger but the real action was was underground.

"But I bet there's something we could do." He said. "Let's go for a drive. Put the top down."

"You're going to have to get a coverable for that." She said.

"It's a metaphor." He grunted, starting the ignition and backing out of the space. "And anyway, we're in the Heartland. There's plenty to see."

She sat back and let him take the lead, curious about where he would lead her to. Clint had ideas and he was the first person she had ever met that she could call a friend. Sure she had had sisters and comrades in the Red Room. . . some had even come close to being friends but Clint was more than that. He was the first person to ever give her a chance, to ever trust her and she in return had learned to trust him.

They had taken down the Red Room together.

Ended her pain together.

Well. . . not ended but they had started a new life together. Clint was one of the finest people she had ever known. One of the best and certainly the best archer and she had known some damn good archers in the Red Room but it was his heart that had reached her. His willingness to give her a chance.

"Show me your heartland." She said, sitting back and bracing herself for the world to come.

This was her start, her new life. No more Spiders, no more Dreykov, no more widows. No more orphans. Just shields and new missions and she had to close her eyes to convince herself that things had changed.

When she was with Clint she could open them.

He drove her through corn fields and under open skies.

"What about this?" He asked. "Nobody around in a suit for miles."

She smiled. It was nice, he was nice for doing it.

He was a friend, a real friend.

"It's nice." She said, sitting back in her seat. It was nice to have someone else driving for a change.

He nodded. "You can do anything you want now, Natasha."

But that wasn't exactly true, was it? She had traded the Red Room for SHIELD. That wasn't real freedom. It was one yoke for another.

Still, he was giving her the chance and she looked at him, wondering if he really understood all that he was giving her, all that he was to her.

He was watching her too, smiling faintly before putting his eyes back on the road.

"I want you to keep driving for a bit then." She said, looking up at the sky.

He nodded, apparently pleased and they drove for a very long time, white clouds over head and gold corn all around.

Today wasn't a red day. Today was a gold day and she thanked him for it.

When they pulled back up at the base and returned the car she smiled at him again. "Thank you, Clint."

He winked. "No problem. Sometimes just driving clears the head."

She still didn't know necessarily what she wanted to do but she believed him now. She could do nearly anything. Just nearly and she had Clint with her. With him along, she had the best shot she ever would.

He had given her this new life and this golden day.

[voicesinthedarkness]

In His Silence

It's after the mission.

They're both covered in wounds: a large bandage on his shoulder, bandages wrapping her wrist, a bandage on her thigh, a bruise on her forearm and elbow and cheekbone, a band-aid on his jaw, bruises and cuts on her knuckles. Stitches on his stomach.

He's cleaning his hearing aid, and she can't stop thinking about the way she felt when he collapsed from the blood loss.

“Clint,” she says, to make sure he can't hear her. He doesn't react. “I love you, Clint.” Something tears in her chest when he still doesn't react, even though he can't hear her.

What would it be like to say it to him when he can hear her? To see his smile, feel his lips against the bruises on her face?

But what if he doesn't feel that way about her, if he just considers her a close friend?

“Tasha.”

His hearing aid is back in his ear, and his face is full of concern.

“Are you okay?”

“I—”

He touches her hand, and she nearly breaks out into tears. He stands, moves over to sit next to her on the couch. Surprising her, he wraps an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. “Tasha,” he repeats, a smile quirking his mouth. “I don't think I got permission to die.”

Her face screws up at the old joke, and she buries her face in his neck, a quiet sob shuddering from her mouth. “Nat,” he says, startled. “I love you,” she cries, against all instincts, and prepares herself for the feeling of rejection.

Instead, she feels lips on her hair. Strong arms lifting her up slightly to rest her on him as he lays down on the couch. “Oh, Nat,” he murmurs, fingers threading with hers. He nudges her chin, so that she's looking at him. Gently kisses the bruises on her cheek, and the tears. A broken sob rips from her mouth, and he kisses that as well.

“I love you too,” he whispers, and the last of her walls fall. He holds her, stroking her hair and letting her cry herself to sleep.

When she wakes, his eyes are closed, but they open when he feels her shift. He smiles at her sleepily, brushing her cheek with his knuckles. “You are so beautiful,” he mumbles, giggling when her cheeks flush and she ducks her head. “Can I kiss you again?” he asks, rubbing a gentle circle on her back. She nods against his chest. He sits up, pulling her to him, and presses a soft kiss to the scars on her wrist, trailing his lips up her arm to her neck. “You asked if you could kiss me,” she protests, leaning into him. “That implies on the lips.” He giggles evilly, nuzzling behind her ear. “I didn't say when.” She snorts, pulling her ear away and kissing him first, eyes drifting closed. He hums happily, playing with her hair. “Love you, Tasha,” he says. “Love you too, Clint,” she answers, smiling into his mouth. He puts a hand to the back of her head, and she can feel him smiling too.

[iriel3000]

'Til the Last Rose

Summary: Clint finds the perfect gift on the way home.

For the Be_Compromised Mini Promptathon of Love Inkvoices prompt: From tumblr (link gone): a sign in a flower shop window with the opening hours for valentines day saying 'open 8am until the last rose'.

excerpt

Two weeks. Fury said it would only take two weeks.

Two agonizing months later, Clint Barton trudged off of an early morning commercial flight and hailed a cab.

His partner wasn’t allowed to pick him up, making him particularly grumpy. SHIELD believed in undercover agents acting the part until they walked into debrief.

He would like to punch the person that put the word ‘brief' into that phrase knowing his was going to take hours.

Slumping against the backseat, he rubbed his eyes with both hands, thankful he had no luggage.

Eight weeks in a run down rental with a rickety bed too short for his lanky frame was eight weeks too long. He’d stayed in worse, but a certain redhead always made the misery better.

Wanting to hear the sound of her voice, Clint fished for his phone.

The cab came to an abrupt stop before he hit Natasha's number, lurching him forward.

“Asshole!” The driver shouted out the window then turned to Clint. “Sorry, sir.”

Barton shook head ‘no problem’. A sign in the corner shop window caught his eye.

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Til the Last Rose

[ironstrangle]

Clintasha Advent Day #21 - Two Golden Rings

@clintasha-week​

Yelena examined the gold band with a smile. It was simple, elegant. She ran her fingers over the indent caused by an etching of an arrow.��“It’s really nice Natasha,” he said softly. “He’s going to love it. If he doesn’t, he’s an idiot.”

“I almost don’t want to wait until Christmas,” she said. “I know it’s cliche and we have never been corny.”

“But you want the moment,” she said handing it back. “I understand.” Part of her wanted Natasha to move faster because of her bet with Kate, but she wanted to see how this played out.

-

Kate, at the same time, was looking at a golden band, twisted and beautiful i its simplicity. A deep purple stone was set inside of it. It was synthetic, probably meant to last through whatever mess Natasha got herself into. 

“I also got the chain to match,” Clint said, showing her the thin golden links. “I have a feeling she won’t wear it all the time.”

“Smart man,” she said. “Have you decided when? First thing in the morning?”

She wanted to win too. 

[jamneuromain]

Revenge Oh So Sweet

Steve Rogers x You (Agent!Reader)

Warning: Revenge (sort of), dick pics, bad language word, fluff? Clintasha if you squint.

Summary: For once, you decide not to put up with this shit anymore.

A/N: Based on the prompt from the bingo challenge. The inspiration came from @rogerswifesblog / @rogerswifesblog-updates (a big smoochie) and my recent experience, there's another experience under the tag #why I hate men. So ... yeah, you get the gist.

Your life-long happiness seems to have been a mutual concern of every Avenger in the compound.

After two not-so-successful relationships and another couple of failed dates, everyone is eager to share their experience or their suggestions as to what could help you find a partner.

"Be yourself." Tony commented on your love life when he accidentally overheard you girls talking in the kitchen, "Trust me, that's how I got Pepper." He said with a smug smile on his face.

Natasha rolled her eyes as Maria tugged the corner of her lips and made a rude - you considered it not so rude, but Tony jumped and felt offended - face.

"Come on, Stark." Natasha huffed out, "That's because Pepper is loyal and devoted. And you can't live without her."

Wanda stayed quiet but nodded like a chicken pecking the grains right in front of her.

"I can introduce the guy working for the IT, nerd, but... cute." Natasha fished out the Instagram of said guy.

Tony grumbled something under his breath as he headed out.

And it was not long before almost everyone on the Avengers team started to give you advices on how to secure a partner/date.

You were nursing over a bucket of chocolate ice cream, your standard medication for sorrows of "not being able to find a boyfriend" the other day when Thor's voice boomed by your ear, "... I am SURE Asgardian warriors would be kneeling at your feet if you could swing the battle sword during a fight."

He smelt like Asgardian mead.

"Thanks, Thor." You appreciated his effort, nonetheless, raising your ice cream bucket for a gestural toast.

Tony snorted at the end of the coffee table, probably having way too much caffeine than he should, and patted Thor on his bicep, "She needs a boyfriend, Point Break, not becoming Arnold Schwarzenegger."

Clint plopped down next to you on the couch, nudging you with his shoulder, gathering your attention, and asked, "Look, why don't you just kidnap some hot dude? That's what Nat almost- HEY!"

He yelled when Natasha threw a couch pillow in his direction, hitting him square in the chest, succesfully shutting him up.

Clint shrugged and gave you a glimpse of sympathy, which you were 99% sure he meant "Sorry kiddo". He shrunk to the corner of the couch, taking a swing of his beer.

"Why not try meeting someone with mutual interest?" Steve carefully pitches his suggestion, he looks at you with a hint of thought, "Like finding someone who shares the same passion over some exercises in the gym."

"Except I'm not a big fan of gyms." You pouted slightly, "But yeah, I guess book clubs and stuff... could work?"

"Gym." Bucky sniggered without even trying to mask his amusement, "Such a Steve thing." After receiving a warning glare from Steve, Bucky moved slightly away from his best pal, and singsongingly added, "I'm sure a candidate is much closer than you'd think."

Sam shook his head. Leaning on the counter of the kitchen, Sam proposed his idea with much delicacy to you, chuckling, "Steve might have a point. You know, maybe get to know your coworker better." Sam said this almost suggestively, a knowing smirk lingering on his lips, "After all, we never frown upon office romance. Not a bad idea to date your coworker as long as they are nice decent people, while you get to have fun."

"Surely redhead is neither nice nor decent." Bucky pointed his finger towards Nat on the far-end chair, whispering loudly.

"Don't get me breaking all your fingers, Barnes. And I'm not only talking about the ones on your right hand." Natasha retorted back, looking as if she was ready to bicker with Bucky again.

Vision, on the other hand, was not comfortable with processing a large conversation with so many participants even though he was able to identify every one of them. However, it was customary for everyone to join the conversation, no matter how they contributed to it. After doing some research in his head, Vision spoke up with confidence, "May I suggest a less time-consuming approach?"

This certainly drew the attention of most people in the room as Rhodey walked in.

"I have been analyzing the data of Miss Y/L/N, and I have come up with a list of results. It is a list of possible partners of Miss Y/L/N." Vision gave some time for this information to sink in before starting the list, "On top of the list, data run came back with a 99.7% matching rate to a book named-"

"A book?" Tony almost sprang from his seat, "HOLD ON. Hold on, for a minute here." He raised his index finger shushing everyone in the room, "What's the book?"

After hearing his question, the room fell into a unison of grumbles. "Seriously Tony?" "You're interested in that book? There's something wrong with..." "Ask him to take another look at the data for Christ's sake-"

Tony rolled his eyes in the most elegant way, "Fine. Vision, would you please erase all lifeless forms of matching in your database and focus on possible 'human' partners?"

A few seconds gone with Vision processing the data in silence, before speaking up, "I have now entered the condition of 'human partner', and the first person with a 99.4% matching rate is Andy Barber, lawyer-"

Gasps and murmurs swirled over the room again.

"...he lives in Newton, Boston, Massachusetts. According to data, he is married to Laurie Barber. Being the leading character of the crime fiction Defending Jacob-"

You would prefer to be drowned in your chocolate ice cream than to have Vision pairing you with a fictional character - even if it's a fictional character that is played by a very handsome actor in the TV series.

That you probably watched more than a dozen times. But still! Fictional!

Rhodey murmured to Tony: "And that's why we still wouldn't apply AI to our weaponary program..."

You groaned in agony, "Vision, I adore you, really. But I really need you to stop-"

"Ya-Da-Ya-Da-Ya-Da-" Tony cut through your sentence, "Vision, no fictional characters, we need real men-"

"Or woman." Wanda squeaked, clearly more amused than everyone else in this room.

"Or woman. Thank you, ponytail," Tony cleared his throat, "Someone who is actually living on the planet right now-"

"Recalculating. Ari Levinson Kidron, former Mossad agent. He is 99.3% compatible. He was renowned for Israel's Operation Moses and Operation Joshua from 1984 to1985."

"Eighties?" Bucky chimed in with mischief sparkling in his eyes, "How old is he?"

"He is currently 78 years old. A movie based on him was released in 2019, starring an actor named Christopher Robert Evans." Vision replied, "Your Netflix history clearly shows a tendency toward strong powerful men with romantic gestures during dating."

You buried your head as deep as the ice cream bucket allowed, "Please, Vision, I'm begging you. Don't leak anymore of my browsing history before I decide to jump into the Hudson River."

Wanda shook her head lightly at Vision, the latter seemed to gain a hint of realization after a while, "Sorry. I have been intrusive. My deepest apologies, Miss. Y/L/N."

You waved your hand in the air to indicate "all is well", but your eyes were still staring into the brown-ish ice cream, which had started to melt.

Shit.

Wanda scooted closer to you, holding her phone in front of your face, she seemed optimistic about what had just happened (even though you were devastated and actually considering being single for the rest of your life).

"What about dating apps?" She showed you a few, swiping men's profiles for you to see, "It's definitely simpler than asking some random people. You can also tell them at the start that you are looking for serious relationships, rather than sex."

Actually, that sounded...

"Thank you, Wanda." You shot her an appreciatiating look.

That sounded like the most solid suggestion anyone has ever made. Especially with the match-making plan of Natasha and the nerdy guy didn't work out, you were willing to try Tinder. Or something similar.

Wanda gave you an encouraging smile, before hugging you on the shoulder and helping you start your own profile on some app. While Sam half-dragged Steve out of the living room, mumbling something about "bats".

After a couple dozen men who wanted "something casual, sorry" and a disastrous night, you scrolled through your dating app to see if anyone has messaged you last night.

You were on an all-nighter mission with your teammates. Due to an unfortunate incident, you had to chase the criminal for about twelve blocks. On foot.

Just got your phone back from your locker, you sagged down on one of the empty chairs by the mission dispatch center, and scrolled through your dating app.

Daveid757: Hi.

You clicked on his profile picture.

"Daveid" is a decent-looking guy with a thin beard and hazel-brown eyes. Tall and broad-shouldered, he held a few 10-foot-long fish in half of his pictures and his different fishing rods in the rest.

Not bad, at least.

You returned to the chatting screen.

[Daveid757 typing]

You should probably say hi back.

Daveid757 stopped typing.

And the next thing you know, a dick pic that took up almost half of your phone screen attacked you right in the face.

A dick.

A at-first-sight-it-was-five-inch-but-some-skin-and creases-are-repetitive-so-it-was-at-most-a-two-inch dick.

A naked dick and his naked thigh.

A tiny but photoshopped dick.

You began to wonder what should you reply at this point.

You sure it's not two inches? No. Basically harmless to a guy who sends dick pics.

Fuck off you prick. No. That came off too strong.

How about I've seen bigger? That could probably trigger his competitiveness, though. You were hoping for something that could make him as furious as how you felt when you received his dick pic.

The sickness of getting a genitalia photo, the rage of being disrespected by men, the grumpiness from your staying up all night, and the frustration of knowing that the "dating app" method was a bust, all united as one .

Although you knew your blood was boiling from all four emotions, they were helpful too, enlightening you with a brilliant idea.

You should get a Nobel Peace Prize for it.

You searched "dick" and selected a dick pic that looked significantly larger and thicker than the one Daveid sent you.

Your dick pic is smooth and pink, clean-shaven, and with a man's hand gripping the foreskin, revealing the angry red tip.

This one looked much better than his.

You looked at this dick pic fondly.

And sent it to him.

Daveid757: You fucking crazy motherfucker.

Daveid757 has blocked you.

His profile picture turned grey, just like the type of picture people will put in front of his casket during his funeral.

Out of nowhere, a surge of euphoria washed over you. Having you doing your best to maintain a calm presence. You try your best not to smirk or giggle, trying your best to keep your lips between your teeth, biting the inside of your mouth from hollering out laughter.

Yeah, you definitely like "your" dick pic better.

While the two dick pics stayed on your screen.

Peacefully. Paying each other respect.

"Hey Y/N," holding his first cup of coffee in hand, Steve emerged behind you in his full tactical suit. He still had an hour before his mission and he decided not to board the jet without a healthy caffeine dose at 5:32 am. He saw you from the break room across the hall, and he just had to say hello to you.

Professional. This is purely professional courtesy!

You seemed undisturbed, gazing into your phone, with a smile ghosting your lips.

Naturally, Steve trotted near, earning a peek to your phone - he didn't intend to be sneaky about it, he only wanted to know what was mesmerizing you - while sipping down some hot hot burning lava hot coffee and -

You're looking at dicks???

"Oh my - Steve! Are you alright?" Shoving your phone into your pocket, you found some Kleenex in your bag and put it into Steve's hand. He choked and coughed violently, whole face flushed red as he waved his hand, stepping away from you, continuing coughing his lungs out.

You were struggling to understand whether he means "No, I'm not alright" or "No, I don't need the Kleenex" or "No, everything is alright". Though you didn't know how the last one worked the way inside your head.

Steve calmed himself after coughing into his palms some more. Shaking his head but accepting your tissue paper: "Yeah I'm - EHEM - 'm fine." Dabbing his suit which now has coffee splatters over his chest, he muttered an almost inaudible "Thank you".

He didn't look you right in the eyes when he was busy cleaning up his mess, but he felt like he had to when he should talk to you about workplace ethics. He finally looked up from the ground with his baby blue orbs, and tried to sound serious with his ears and cheeks blushing: "Y/N, I'm not ... " he winced, "You know I'm not that type of person who ummm... tries to dictate what others do or don't."

"Like Tony?" You scoffed, but the scoff was more directed to Tony rather than Steve. God, you should know better than to let Tony participate in your love life, giving out advices.

Steve manages a smile witth difficulty, "I'm not, but ... I don't ... I would consider ... I uh - I believe genital photos are not workplace appropriate."

You choked out a laugh, fishing your phone from your pocket and showing him, "What, this?"

"God, please, Y/N." He blocked your screen with his leather-gloved hand, becoming visibly more nervous, blurting out but his tone appears to be more begging than commanding, "Not ... here!"

You giggled. The few hours of sleep you had while you were on the plane back from the mission had led you to an unstable mindset. It would be completely insane for the "normal" you to show Steve Rogers, a work fellow, dick pics. But right now? With all those emotions boiling down your veins, the lack of sleep (and apparently, the lack of clear sense) and the sudden euphoria of making Steve nervous, you were feeling bold. Audacious. Felt like you could conquer the world and slam a monster silicone dildo right onto Daveid's face.

So you apologized, though not with much sincerity, and told Steve why you were "watching dick pics" on your phone in your workplace.

"He started it!" After accusing Daveid of sending you dick pics, you whined like a grumpy child, which you definitely wouldn't, if you were not sleep-deprived, but Steve felt like the most trustworthy male person on the planet at that moment, so you spilt your guts and tried to excuse yourself out of the workplace ethics violation that Steve nearly had you reported to HR.

He almost would never. Report you to the HR. But he kept that to himself.

"And it's not my dick. I suppose it's not entirely my fault?"

Steve chuckled soundlessly. It was in fact, adorable for you trying and whining, "Even if it is your dick, you don't send him that until you're out of the compound, okay?"

"I don't have a dick!" You huffed out in a hush voice. Seeing his typical look, the look with the raising eyebrows that says "yes, and-", you put up your hands in defeat, "Okay-Okay. You have a point. No dick pics."

"More like no dating apps scrolling while you're at workplace, just in case." Steve was amused. He thought for a while before making amends, "Tell you what, there's a nice little place in Brooklyn. You free tonight at 7? I'll wine and dine you, and you can tell me about all the awful macho men you've encountered. Promise, no judging."

He looks at you, almost sympathetically, with his crystal blue eyes, making your breath hitch in your throat.

You lowered your head, pretending you need to find your bag before summoning up the courage and shrugging, playing it cool, "Deal, Captain. Be ready for some of the worst men you've ever heard of."

After some most amazing medium rare steak and two glasses of fine-aged red, you were beyond caring (about your little crush of the handsome blonde sitting across you) and exchanged laughs and giggles that were definitely way too loud for a decent date.

You attracted attention, being the most stunning couple in the restaurant (so the "couple" word maybe a little too "ouchy" for you, since you normally spent time admiring Steve from afar), and some glances from other customers were casually thrown this way.

You had to admit, watching Steve in a brown leather jacket and jeans, triggered something inside you that encouraged you to climb him like a tree and slam your lips over his.

Steve chuckled, covering his lips with his fist, temporarily blocking his seductive (and to you, sinning) grin, "I can't believe Daveid is actually nicer among all the douches you've dated. Being a long-term friend of yours, I'd suggest you not to pick up men from dumpsters."

You cast a sour look in his direction, raising the glass to your lips, taking a small sip from the third cup of wine, "I would if I could." Your glass landed on the table with a bit too much force. Faking annoyance, you groaned at the ceiling, "Men are just ... awful."

"Touche." He murmured over his glass, clicking it with yours before downing a big gulp. Feeling bolder than usual, he looked at you right in the eyes, hoping he would convey a message, a hint, anything, "Surely ... there are a few good men out there. But, 80% of them are plain stupid, you know? You gotta ... I don't know, it's not about trying harder, I guess, but ... open to other ... options?"

You snorted, leaning back onto the comfy chair, teasing him, dipping your toes in the water for a second, "Oh, you're spoiling me and trying to get me zero dates in my future since you raised the bar too high, Captain."

He looked more jumpy and edgy after your "captain" comment. His ears and cheek turned pink under the dim yellow restaurant light, "I'm certain that you can have a boyfriend in the future that would be ... nice, to say the least. Apart from your lapse of judgment on this guy," he couldn't help but let slip of his smile, "you have some good friends and I'm sure you'll go on a date with someone better than him, someone better for your relationship, and more deserving for you."

You feigned a gasp of shock, "Are you calling yourself "better"? So competitive, Captain Rogers."

His fluster-ness drained from his face all of a sudden, slightly narrowing his eyes to focus on someone behind you, "I think - Is that ...?"

"What?" You were bewildered.

"The ass who sent you the dick pic." He shifted his focus back to you, "Your four o'clock. Black suit, Caucasian male, 5'7''. He's not looking this way but I'm positive he's the guy."

You spared a glance at him quickly. He did look like "Daveid757" and his profile pictures.

"Fucking hell." You muttered.

"You know what would make him furious? Letting him see you're having the best time of your life." Steve placed his palm on your wrist, giving you warmth and support, "Letting him know what he has missed out."

"Flip my hair and giggle?"

Your words didn't mean to be sarcastic, but they sure came out this way.

"Or we could return to the compound to suit up." Steve kindly offers, "I'll beat his ass until he learns a lady is supposed to be respected."

You drained your wine, teasing him with a dash of liquid courage, "Revenge doesn't suit you, Cap." And I don't want you to get into trouble, even if it is a tempting gesture. You swallowed the latter half of your sentence.

And of course, you had a much better plan...

"Is he looking this way now?" You moved to the seat by Steve's side, making sure Daveid could turn his head and see you with little effort. "Accidentally" having your wine class clatter with your ceramic plate, you made a loud noise for the entire restaurant to hear.

"Yeah but-"

The rest of his words fell on deaf ears, as you cupped his chin and kissed him.

His lips were soft. Grape-flavored with a bitter taste of alcohol. The kiss was sweet, tender, careful even, as he reciprocated your small nibbling, threading his fingers with the base of your hair.

Your liquid courage burnt down faster than you had imagined. Burying your face into his chest, you were rid of all the strength you had to check Daveid - or Steve, for that matter, because on second thought, using Steve to get back at Daveid wasn't such a good idea if Steve misunderstood your feelings as a method to get even with the dick pic dude -

"I hope you haven't fallen asleep, because that guy looked like he could swallow his wine glass. And he broke his plate, dragging his date to leave but - oh ho, now the waiter is asking him to pay for the plate and the wine -" Steve sounded normal, unaffected, calm. On the contrary, you wanted to jump into the Hudson River right this second for kissing Steve and wash off all the embarrassment and nervousness.

"I suppose you need to get some air and not suffocate yourself in my jacket?" He joked, patting on your back almost in a comforting way, while you were still buried into his chest, "Don't worry, the Daveid guy made a bigger scene and now he got kicked out of this place."

Your hair must be awful. The move messed up your hair, and your lipstick no doubt. And ruining your make-up. And you couldn't face Steve knowing that you kissed him and this - you are going to be a joke to the whole compound within 48 hours.

"But if you don't say another word for five seconds, I'm going to presume that you are losing consciousness and perform CPR in front of the whole restaurant."

You sat up reluctantly, wiping the outline of your lips and possible lipstick smudge without a mirror. Pouting.

"Or how about being my fake girlfriend for five minutes and we will show Daveid that we are a happy couple?" Steve observed your expression, making yet another proposal.

He was sweet. He was really sweet offering all these choices for you and your pathetic dating app experience but all you wanted was - "How about being real girlfriend." You grumbled under your breath.

"Sorry?"

"Never mind." You shook your head and decided to put this delightful dinner time behind you, "Let's -"

"You mean it?"

"Huh?"

His crystal blue eyes searched your features, searching for signs that you wanted him, wanted this, wanted you two to be a thing. It was cliche and a chance in a million, having his friend -you falling in love with him, but so were myths and superheroes. He liked his odds.

"Would you," He spoke, painfully slow, "like to be my girlfriend? Not because of revenging. But because I want it to work. Because I love you and I want to kiss you. Because you feel the same way, and finally, you can help put my misery of seeing you dating other people to a stop. I want to date you," he thought for a small while before adding, "exclusively."

The sun must be rising from the west, or the sea must be pouring back into rivers, or the dead must be alive from their graves.

A most-amazing miracle was happening.

Because the next thing you knew, you nodded and he pulled you into his warm hug.

And offered you one of his many sweet, sweet kisses.

Bonus:

You sneaked back to the compound, holding hands, grinning like fools, feeling like the first day of being in love.

You walked past the living room with Vision in the corner still knee-deep in his thoughts, calculating, or searching.

"It seemed the most fitting human candidate is Captain Steve Rogers, with a 99.2% match." The sudden voice startled you both, but Vision raised his head and greeted you, "Ah. I see that my data is no longer needed. Congratulations on finding a perfect partner, and good night, to you both."

You whispered a "Night" as Vision drifted towards his chamber.

Turning around when you noticed Steve went silent, you saw him scratching the back of his head, just a little bit annoyed.

"I rank behind a book and two fictional characters?"

[quietlyimplode]

Clintasha Advent (8)

Prompt: Clintasha - Christmas Lights

For/Prompter: @oceanspirit9

Warnings: fluff(yes I know)

Word count: 711

A/N: this had the option of going two ways. I think I liked this one more. <3 thank you for the prompt, I hope that it’s something like you were thinking.

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8am.

The house is small, but it doesn’t dissuade Clint. Natasha arrives at 7pm and he’s convinced he can get it done. Grinning, he cups his coffee and sips it slowly, the plan forming in his head.

First, he needs to shower and get rid of the cobwebs of sleep, then fold the clothes they’d left strewn everywhere.

Both had left in an emergency mission, on opposite sides of the country. Natasha travelling further to Maine whilst Clint travelled to California.

She’s promised she’s be back by Christmas, knowing how much it meant to him for them to be together on a day that religiously meant nothing but sentimentality meant a lot.

He takes out the lights and stares at the tangle.

10am.

Plugging in the first set, he decides that these are the ones for the trees. The two little Christmas trees that stand at their front door, are easily dressed.

He stands up and looks to where he wants to hang the house decorations and wishes he’d asked Steve for some help, maybe even Tony.

Some super strength and the ability to fly would really help.

But it’s just him.

And he will have to do.

The next set of lights are larger. More tangled.

He sighs and gets to work.

12pm.

Rubbing his hands together, Clint begins to climb the ladder, focusing carefully on each of his steps as he adjusts the string of lights in his hands.

He thanks Barney for teaching him how to step easily and lightly on high platforms and then starts to place the lights.

He smiles to himself, a song in his step as clips them on the lights, focussing on placing them all along the side of the house.

Clint slips, steadys himself and focuses on the next.

He ticks off in his head what’s next.

Roof done, small trees, he thinks he wants to place the the little tiny light up trees on the path.

Deciding on doing that first, before lunch, he climbs off the roof and turns them on.

Heh, he thinks, he doesn’t need super strength or the ability to fly.

He’s got mad skills.

2pm.

Clint looks around the house, he feels himself losing steam. He’s done so much in the opening hours of the day that fatigue pulls at him.

He’s ready for a nap.

4pm.

He doesn’t want to get up, the warm sun making him feel like a cat in a patch of light. Thirty minutes, he thinks, then he’ll start making dinner.

5.30pm.

Clint awakes with a start.

Shit.

He’s overslept.

He wanted to make her favourite to go with the lights.

He turns them on anyway, the sky darkening as if to invite the lights on.

Tiny little light globes light his world, their colours making the outside and the inside of the house glow.

He loves it. He knows she’s going to as well.

Starting on dinner, he puts on Christmas music, letting it echo throughout the house.

He gets a message on his phone as he puts the dinner in the oven, with two words that makes him grin.

“Almost home.”

7pm.

Natasha yawns.

Paying the driver, she steps out and pulls her bag with her.

All she wants is food and a shower.

She knows Clint has the former sorted as he’d sent her photos but the latter felt like a marathon.

Until.

She sees the house in all its glory.

Bright lights adorn the outside, outlining the house. Thousands of lights shining. She walks the path of small little lights in the shapes of trees and then finds Clint standing at the door with a Christmas hat on.

“What do you think?”

She has no words.

Maybe it’s that no one has bothered to do anything like this for her before. Never had made something for her.

“I love it,” she says in awe.

“Thank you.”

She kisses him at the door and he grabs her bag helping her inside.

“I made your favourite,” he smiles.

“Tomorrow is Christmas Eve, and I get to spend it with you.”

She can’t help but smile, hiding her face, overcome with emotion as tears well at the gesture.

“Go shower,” Clint prompts.

“I’ll be waiting when you get back.”

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1/ Clint/Nat/Laura + traditions

2/ Clintasha + temporary blindness

3/ Clint/Nat/Maria + traditions

4/ Natasha and Yelena watch the stars

5/ Clintasha - stab wounds + wrapping presents

6/ Clint/Nat + Maria - gift buying (early shield days)

7/ Clint/Nat - taking lucky for a walk when it starts to snow

[hardly-an-escape]

20 questions for fic writers!

thanks for the tag @signiorbenedickofpadua! gonna put this under a cut since it's a little long :)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

22.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Just under 77,500.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, just Sandman – but I do have an unfinished MCU story that I'd like to get back to, and there are definitely other fandoms I'd like to play around in at some point. I'm pretty unfocused, it just depends on whatever tickles my fancy.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Kind of Blue, a kind of fire (443) In the February Sun (437) let your heart be light (381) Headache (356) First Time (322)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to respond to every comment! (Although I'm super behind right now. Sometime soon I'll have a nice long self-indulgent afternoon of re-reading comments and finally responding.) I like to respond mostly because, as someone who reads a lot of fic, I get really excited when an author responds to my comments, and I want people who read my work and take the time to leave a comment to have the same feeling :) Also, I just feel like it's polite to say thank you when people say nice things!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I... don't really write angst. Like, at all. I am all about fluff and disgustingly happy endings. I have a WIP that has a fairly angsty beginning/middle (the shellshocked WWI veterans one which I swear to God I will finish), but even that will still have a happy ending (maybe a little bittersweet, but not angsty).

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Ummm all of them?? Like I am genuinely not sure that one rises above the others in terms of its happiness.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I never have! I'm grateful to be active in a fandom that is almost universally kind and supportive! Also I don't really write the kinds of pairings or subjects that might draw the ire of the general public, tbh, so that's probably part of it.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do! At the moment mostly M/M since I'm still very Dreamling obsessed, but also F/M. I don't generally get too kinky or monsterfuckery with it, though. Pretty much just regular-degular sexy times around here.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not really! Nothing against them, just haven't gotten a spark from that kind of idea. Wait, I take that back. A while back I started a Clintasha fic set in the Station Eleven universe. I never finished it, because I feel like I need to re-read the book in order to do so, and I haven't done that yet. But I'd definitely like to.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. I would love it if that happens someday! I've considered translating my own fic (I speak fluent German, so it's not outside the realm of possibility), but I'm not sure I'm up to that kind of project at the moment.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, I've had some fun brainstorming sessions and just back-and-forth reblogging with mutuals and trading ideas, but never actual co-writing. I'm open to the idea, but I would hesitate to inflict my writing process on anyone because it is extremely slow and piecemeal. I feel like a lot of co-writing relationships these days are developed on Discord, and try as I might I just cannot become an active Discord user.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oh, lordy. Genuinely not sure how to answer this. If you go back to like... my very first childhood OTP, it'd have to be something like Han/Leia. But I've never been active in online SW fandom and never written that ship. I mean, Dreamling is obviously a contender. I do also love Stucky and Clintasha, although I'm not really into the MCU these days. I've recently been jumping on the Steddie train, but it remains to be seen if that will last or not. Going back a little farther, I'll never not be a Spuffy shipper. And I'll admit to Nine/Rose and Ten/Rose, and (wince) some JohnLock tendencies. But I really don't think I can point to a single all-time fave!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't think I have anything that's published (or at least begun publicly) that won't ever be finished – hope springs eternal – but I certainly have things I've started and abandoned in my personal WIP files. I've got several Dreamling-related bits and bobs that may or may not ever come to something, and maybe 2300 words of a Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries fic that will probably never see the light of day.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I have a good ear for dialogue, and I'd like to think I come up with some nice metaphors/similes and descriptive language.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually writing lmao. No seriously though, just sitting down and getting a first draft done is the most challenging part of the whole deal for me.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I think it's fine and can add some interesting color! Just make sure there's a way for people who don't speak the language (or who are using a screen reader) to understand what's being said.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First I ever wrote was Star Wars Expanded Universe (now Star Wars Legends) fic in elementary school. First I posted on AO3 was a Lizzie Bennet Diaries 5+1 – which, looking at it for the first time in many years, is actually pretty okay! I did something kind of interesting with the form, I think. I think I must have had a fanfiction.com account at some point but I truly cannot remember if I ever posted anything there... I can't remember my username and I don't even think I have access to the email I used to sign up with.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Among the Stars We are Reborn, for sure. I'm really proud of what I accomplished with that story, and to be honest I wish it had gotten as much attention as some of my other fics.

this was fun, thank you! I know this tag game has been going around and I'm not sure who's done it already and who hasn't, but I'll tag @valeriianz @landwriter @teejaystumbles @tryan-a-bex @cuubism and @tj-dragonblade (and as always, no pressure, just for fun!)

[domripley]

Can't Touch

Clintasha x Reader

Warnings: smut, established relationship Natasha x reader, Cuckolding, cuck!reader, humiliation, verbal humiliation, light degradation, oral, vaginal, name-calling, mommy kink, dom natasha, fluff, aftercare, safewords, face slapping, spitting. This is…all filth hshshs

Word Count: 2,011

Natasha had brought up the idea a week ago, and after discussing what would take place, you agreed. She had known that you used to have feelings for Clint, and he was the only she trusted to do this with. (Well, it was either Clint or Steve, and both of you agreed on the former).

You were already on your knees, hands tied behind your back with your legs spread so that both Clint and Natasha could see your wet pussy. You were already soaked - the thought of your girlfriend being pleasures by your former crush had its effect on you.

“Before we start, do you remember your safewords, (Your Name)? If so, repeat them to me.” she instructed, caressing your cheek.

“Red means stop completely, yellow means slow down. But in this case, it’ll be used for ‘don’t say that’ and 'change subject’, and green means everything is good.” You said, earning a soft smile from Natasha.

“Remember, Clint and I won’t be angry, nor disappointed if you use yellow and red. We’ll stop what we’re doing, no matter what.” she reminded you, kissing your forehead.

"I know, and I promise I’ll speak up,” you said, and with that reassurance, Natasha straightened up.

It took her a good ten seconds to get into her role, looking at Clint who was behind you. Acting as if you weren’t even the room. Your pussy was soaked, wishing you could close your legs - wanting some friction.

“Look at this slut, Clint, she’s soaking and we haven’t even started to fuck yet,” Natasha laughed, beckoning him to come closer to her.

“You’re right, she is soaking. If she wasn’t such a bad girl, I’d be willing to eat that sweet pussy of hers.” Clint said, unbuckling his belt.

“All she gets today is your cock in her mouth. Isn’t that right, slut?” Natasha asked, and you nodded.

Slapping you in the face, Natasha smirked, “Use your words pretty girl, or you’re not going to taste me on his cock.”

“Yes, Mommy. You’re right.” You moaned, wanting nothing more to help him pull his jeans down for him. To make him nice and hard for Natasha, wanted to give her pleasure as well.

“Mommy, huh? You always striked me as the 'Mistress’ type,” Clint shrugged, facing you as he pulled his jeans down to his thighs. Doing your best to lean into him, he gripped your hair. “You have to beg for my cock, slut.”

“Please, Clint,” you continued, hoping that he’d give in easy (unlike Natasha). “I wanna make your cock nice and hard for her, please fuck my mouth. Please.”

You were growing desperate, unable to move from your position, you couldn’t get what you needed. He looked back at Natasha, who gave him a nod. You opened your mouth, waiting for Clint as he pushed his boxers down to his thighs. His cock was bigger than any of the straps Natasha owned, but you were willing. Wanted to be a good girl for both of them, and maybe just maybe, they’d fuck you too.

“She’s such a fucking slut, opening her mouth waiting for your big cock,” Natasha said, getting on her knees next to you.

Pushing himself into your mouth, he let out a groan. “(Your Name) has a great mouth. Nice and wet too, fuck.”

As you moved your head up and down, Natasha held onto your hair. Pushing your further on him, she laughed. “Doesn’t he have suck a nice, cock? He’s going to make me come harder than you ever have.”

Moaning against his cock, you tried to relax your throat. You’ve only deep throat three times, but with one of Natasha’s strapons. He thrusted into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat on occasion. The way his cock felt as it grew harder made you want him in more ways.

“That’s enough, Clint. Wouldn’t want to spoil her would we?” she asked, and he shook his head.

“Of course not,” he agreed.

“I’m going to sit on his face, (Your Name). I know you love when I sit on yours, but oh well.”

Clint laid on his back, and the very thought of your girlfriend coming on his face became overwhelming. You wanted to watch closer, to be able to keep his cock hard for as she got pleasured. The first moan to leave her lips brought you back to reality, his arms holding onto her thighs as he ate her pussy.

“Look at m-me, oh fuck-” Natasha moaned. “Look how good he’s making me feel, (Your Name).”

You tried to scoot closer to the bed, but the look on her face told you: 'You better not fucking move’. So you stayed put, breath heavy, you could come just by watching them fuck.

“I’m about to come, you better not stop.” she moaned, and by the looks of it, he wasn’t stopping.

Riding Clint’s face, Natasha rode out her orgasm. You let out a whimper, watching as your girlfriend leaned down to take his cock into his mouth. Keeping her eyes on you, she moved her head up and down onto his cock. The moans from Clint drove you crazy.

“Please,” You whined, and Natasha ignored you.

Closing her eyes, Natasha took all of Clint into her mouth. Holding him for a good minute before coming up for air. “He tastes so good, I’d suck his cock all day if I could while you sat and watched. Natasha said, pausing to run her tongue across the tip of his cock.

“Fuck, your mouth is so much better than hers,” Clint moaned, and you whined once more.

“Mommy, please. I’ll be a good girl.” you cried, knees becoming sore, but you didn’t care.

“Oh baby, you’re so weak and desperate to be touched. Aren’t you?”

You collected your thoughts before answering her question. You knew the answer, but the words weren’t forming. Natasha must have noticed, because before you knew it, she was off of Clint’s face.

“Color, (Your Name)?” she asked softly, and you knew you had to give her an answer right away.

“Green, Nat.” you said.

Kissing you roughly on the lips, Natasha gripped your hair. “I believe I asked you a question, slut.” When the words leave her mouth, she spat on your face, earning a moan that had been wanting to come out.

“I’m so desperate for Clint and you to touch me, please Mommy.” you cried as she moved away from you.

“Such a pathetic little whore, but you’re mine. Isn’t that right?” Natasha asked, moving back onto the bed.

Right in front of you, Natasha got on her hands and knees. As soon as Clint was behind her, she stopped him. “Better idea, I’m going to scoot her closer to the bed. I want her to see what you do to me.”

Getting off the bed, Natasha moved you closer. Now in this spot, you knew you were going to be able to see much more.

“Lay down, Clint. I’m going to ride your cock,” Natasha said, caressing your cheek.

Doing as she instructed, he laid down so his head was in your direction. Natasha faced you as she straddled him, holding his cock in place as she sat down onto it.

“He’s so fucking thick.” Natasha gasped, as you watched her sink all the way down. “You wouldn’t be able to last on his cock, would you?”

“No, Mommy.” you bit your lip as Natasha began to move. She looked good riding his cock - you wanted her to come as much as she wanted. Natasha deserved the pleasure she was getting, and that’s what got you off.

Gripping Clint’s neck, Natasha began to fuck him harder. Switching from grinding against Clint with his cock deep inside her, to him fucking up into her to meet her movements. You wanted nothing more than to reach out and rub her clit for her as she got off.

“Such a good girl, keeping your eyes on us. Oh fuck-” she gasped, squeezing his throat.

You knew she was close, knew that she needed an extra push to get over the edge. “I want to see you come on his cock, Mommy.” You said, and Natasha closed her eys.

Legs shaking, she came with a scream. As Clint continued to fuck her through her orgasm, he began to moan louder than you thought he would do.

“Gonna come, Nat-” he grunted.

“Want you to come in (Your Name)’s mouth,” Natasha hummed, catching her breath.

Pulling herself off of Clint, both of them sat at the end of the bed. Gripping your hair, Natasha guided your mouth onto his cock. Moaning against it as Natasha reached her hand down to your cunt. “This is my first time touching you night, and I bet if kept rubbing your clit, you’d come.” she said, slapping your pussy. The noises you were making were muffled by Clint’s cock as Natasha teased you. Clint gripped your hair as he pushed his cock deeper into your mouth. Trying your best to relax your throat for him, you began to gag.

“Such a pretty slut, look at you.” Natasha cooed as Clint grunted. “Do I taste good, Princess?” Her words causing you to moan against his cock as he held you down on his cock. Pulling yourself off to catch your breath, you watched as Natasha rubbed his cock.

“I’m gonna come, right now,” he said, and Natasha helped you to your feet.

“I want you to come right on her pussy, knowing it’ll be as close as she’ll ever get.” she said, pushing you on the bed. She held your legs open as Clint rubbed the tip of his cock through your slick folds.

“Fuck!”

“I think she deserves a reward, what do you think Clint?” Natasha asked, keeping your legs spread.

“Yeah, I’ll hold her legs open for you.” he smiled, switching places with her.

“You look so pretty with his come on you like this, Princess,” she said, sweetness in her voice. You knew there was a catch, but you didn’t care at the moment. All you craved was a touch, knowing you could come quickly.

“Mmm, love fucking this pretty pussy,” Natasha moaned, thrusting in two of her fingers. You were soaked, and as she fucked you, your thighs became wet all over again. “My pussy to play with, to fuck, to use. Mine.”

As she fucked you, you grew closer to your orgasm with each movement. The feeling overwhelmed you, tears falling down your cheeks, “Your pussy, Mommy. All yours!” You whined as she pulled her fingers out, slapping your sensitive cunt.

“Oh, baby.” Natasha cooed. “You don’t get to come tonight.”

—

Clint had offered to help Natasha with get you out of the ropes, instead, Natasha had him go get a cool washcloth. “You did so well, princess. If you want Clint to join next time, you’ll be fucked.”

When Clint came back with the washcloth, she wiped the spit that was dried up on your face. Spreading your legs, she cleaned off Clint’s come.

“We’ll take a proper bath when he leaves, but we both want to cuddle you, Princess. Would you want that?” Natasha asked you, and all you did was nod.

They helped you onto the middle of bed, Natasha going behind you. She loved having her arms around you after a scene, knowing how much it made you feel safe. It also made her feel good, knowing you were in her arms, safe from the world as you came down.

“I love you, Princess. I’m so proud of you, do you know that?” Natasha smiled, kissing your cheek as Clint laid facing you.

“You did so good, Natasha was right, you are a good girl.” he smiled. “May I touch your cheek?”

“Y-yes,” you whisper.

Gently rubbing your cheek, “So pretty,”

“So gorgeous.” Natasha added in.

You were happy that Natasha came up with this idea, and hopefully, Clint would want to join the two of you again.

[42donotpanic]

Masterlist 2024

Past Challenges/Events : Masterlist

Other Projects:

Different Kinds of Love : HawkDevil / Mixed / WIP

Sound and Color : Dumpsterbros / General Audiences / Completed / Casual Ableism, Internalised Ableism

Domestic WinterHawk AU : WinterHawk / Mixed / WIP / Dysphoria

Hawkdevil AU : HawkDevil / Mature / WIP / Panic attacks, Meltdowns, Autistic Matt, ADHD Clint, Trans Clint

Who even am I? : Dumpsterbros / Teen and Up Audiences / WIP

Bring them back (to get you back) : WarHawk / Teen and Up Audiences / WIP / Canon MCD (Endgame)

Now I wear my scars just like Tattoos : WinterHawk / Mature / WIP / Angst, Amputee!Bucky, Chronic Pain, Hurt/Comfort, Trans Clint, Nonbinary Bucky

To see the Bruises : Clintasha / Mature / WIP / Soulmates, Deaf Clint, Trans Clint, Budapest

Soulmarks and metal arms : Clint Barton & Bucky Barnes / Teen and Up Audiences / WIP / Soulmates, Angst, Deaf Clint, Trans Clint, Team as Family, Post Endgame, Grief

To touch the Star(s) : Jack Murdock x Una, Matt Murdock x Yvaine, Foggy Nelson x Marci Stahl / Hibernating / Crossover, Retelling, Blind Matt/Tristan

This is not the end (Oh, how I wish it had been) : Clint and the Avengers / Mature / WIP / Missing Scenes, Canon MCD (What If... Ultron Won), Hurt/no comfort, Amputation, Serious Injury

Nur ein Echo der Zeit : WinterHawk / Mature / WIP / Serious Injury, Blindness, Trans Clint

Gardening... : Clint Barton x Matt Murdock x Foggy Nelson / Teen and Up Audiences / WIP / Domestic Fluff

Until there's only one left : Clint x Laura Barton / Mature / WIP / MCD, Post Endgame

Not how this was supposed to work : Avocados & Frank Castle / Teen and Up Audiences / WIP / AU: Monster under the Bed

Finding your mind : Matt Murdock & Bucky Barnes / Mature / WIP / Hydra!Matt Murdock, Trauma

Mutants and Lawyers : Charles Xavier x Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson x Erik Lehnsherr / Explicit / WIP / Explicit Smut, Disability, Insecurity

Podfics:

[Podfic] With Eyes to See and Ears to Hear : Original Author: @voiceoffenrisulfr / HawkDevil / Explicit / WIP / Fluff, Getting Together, Beginning Relationship, Trans Clint

[Podfic] Safe Person : Multivoice Project / HawkDevil / Mature / WIP / Pride, Community

[Podfic] Until there's only one left : Clint x Laura Barton / Mature / WIP / MCD, Post Endgame

[sam-loves-seb]

fic writer ask game

i am very late on this but i was tagged by @mmmichyyy and @iansw0rld !

🖤 rules: answer the questions then tag five fic writers ✍️

1. how did you get into writing fanfiction?

i was super into marvel movies in my teens and i read way too much clintasha and stevebucky fic on tumblr/ao3 until one day i finally cracked and decided to try writing my own. i wrote fic for a few years when i was a teenager, then went to college and fell out of fandom life because real life was super hectic and getting a degree in mechanical engineering is hard, and then when i was maybe 22? 23? i started writing fic again because i realized how much i missed fandom and community and writing in general. i orphaned all my old fic on ao3 when i came back, but i kinda wished i had at least written the titles down somewhere because i’d love to go back and see how much my writing style has grown since then. 

2. how many fandoms have you written in?

10, according to ao3. add in a couple more from my youth, and sprinkle in a handful of unfinished things in my docs from fandoms i had a passing interest in and never actually published anything for, and the real answer is probably more like 15.

3. how many years have you been writing fanfiction?

a decade, give or take

4. do you read or write more fanfiction?

honestly depends on the day. i get in moods where i just want to write and i don’t want to read anything, and then it flips eventually and all i want to do is consume fics

5. what is one way you've improved as a writer?

i think my dialogue has improved so much since i started. it’s definitely one of my strengths right now, but it wasn’t always. 

6. what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

honestly i don’t know, my writing is very mundane. royal hierarchies maybe? and that’s not even weird. i just know i had to read a lot of shit about that for a wip i’ve since semi-abandoned.

7. what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

any comment at all is my favorite comment, but if i have to get specific: when people copy/paste their favorite lines into a comment and tell me they liked them, yeah that shit hits 

8. what's the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

again, i write very boring stuff. i think the most fringe thing i write is crossovers to be totally honest. i love a well done crossover fic between multiple fandoms. i’m still very proud of my tww/newsroom crossover, and my tww/stranger things crossover is near and dear to my heart. right now i’ve been brainstorming a shameless/stranger things/911 crossover with @karenandthababes for the last like, six months. will i ever write it? who knows.

9. what is the hardest type of story for you to write?

smut.

10. what is the easiest type?

fluff or domestic fluff. give me the softness. give me them happy and enjoying life. i can crank out 5k of that in no time.

11. where do you do your writing? what platform? when?

in bed on my laptop, Word, and mostly at night, but sometimes during my lunch breaks

12. what is something you've been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

the rock star mickey au that lives in my brain rent free is probably top of my list, followed by the high school au that also lives in my brain rent free. both are ambitious projects, and i’ve been talking about them for months without actually writing anything down yet.

13. what made you choose your username?

i will refer you back to question one where i said i was very into marvel movies and stevebucky in my teens. i adore sebastian stan, always have always will, hence sam-loves-seb. yes i made this handle at 15, no i will not change it.

tagging: @jessbakescakes @mybrainismelted @gallawitchxx @suchagallabitch @thefinestmuffinswrites and anyone else who wants to play !

[chaed-ffnet]

Fanfic asks!

9, 12, 13, 22, 28 and 43!

9. What is the longest fic you’ve read?

Off the top of my head, no idea. The longest piece I have bookmarked is a story called Follow Me Through by KTag12542 . Fantastic, plot-heavy sci-fi with well-developed characters that I highly recommend to anyone seeking a serious read.

12. What turns you away the most from a fic?

Poor grammar, spelling and formatting. A typo or two can happen to anyone, but if the author consistently struggles with the basics, it's highly unlikely that the story will make up for these deficiencies. For me, this is an automatic signal to hit the back button.

13. Has a fic ever made you cry?

Not yet, but Attrition by hellseries got me close. I don't usually read genres that are apt to be tearjerkers, so that might slant my chances. I did cry at the end of 'The Green Mile' by Stephen King though, so I know I've got it in me, lol.

22. Biggest turn-ons in fic?

I know this is mostly related to porn, but good characterization. Not every sex scene needs to end in both partners coming simultaneously crying out each others' names like an immature teenager's wet dream. Make it messy, awkward, and full of surprising little moments that can be just as hot. Give me bad sex, sex as a front for way deeper insecurities, sex that shows the ugliness of love, the desperation of wanting to find beauty in the muck, and maybe sometimes even failing to achieve it. A fic that did this just right is Strangelands by Claudia_flies. Short, explicit Clintasha, but with more depth than all of the 50 Shades books put together.

28. How do you feel about masturbation in fic?

Sure, keep it coming. Bonus points if the scene contributes to the plot or develops the character in some way instead of just being gratuitous. I might be biased towards angst, but sex scenes (whether alone or with a partner) are usually the most compelling moments for character development, whether positive or negative. However, I feel like there needs to be appropriate build up beforehand to truly invest the reader emotionally when it comes down to it . The one that stands out to me most is a scene spacelaska wrote for Graveyard For Lunatics.

43. Do you like fluff on its own or in conjunction with other elements (angst, sex, etc.)

I tend to avoid excessively sappy content because it often leads to out-of-character moments, but I do appreciate it if it's a part of a larger scene, such as Hurt/Comfort or post-coitus. Ultimately, it needs to flow with the overall storyline instead of being forced into place like a puzzle piece that doesn't belong. A Kink in the Armor by outtabreath (Pepperony) does a fabulous job at this, especially the later chapters.

So there you have it, including an unplanned MCU rec list. Enjoy, and thanks for asking!

[yourfriendlyauthor]

Requests guide for story/roleplay fandom verse

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬

1.) Marvel/DC/Justice League/X-men/Guardian Of The Galaxies

2.) Golden Trio

3.) Maurauders

4.) New Gen.

5.)Teen Wolf

6.) My Hero Academia/Boku No Hero Academia

7.)Dragonropa

8.)Demon Slayer

9.)Creepypasta

10.) Black Butler

11.)The Vampire Diaries

12.)Sex Education

13.)Fifty Shades of Grey/Fifty Shades Darker/Fifty Shades Freed

14.) Twilight

15.)Mortal Instruments

16.)Wednesday

17.)Umbrella Academy

18.)Orange Is The New Black

19.)Henry Danger/Danger Force

20.)Percy Jackson And The Olympians

21.)One Direction

22.) The Vamps

23.)The Outsiders

24.)5SOS

25.)Blackpink

26.)BTS

27.)Rappers

28.)Singers/Dancers/Youtubers

29.)Once Upon A Time

30.)Star Wars

31.)Hunger Games

32.)Game Of Thrones

33.)Euphoria

34.)Fantastic Beast

35.)BBC. Sherlock

36.)Indiana Jones

37.) Miraculous

38.) Avatar:The last airbender

39.)CNCO

40.) Why don't We (WDW)

Add: (Specify)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐏./𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

1.)Brother Sister/Brother Moments

2.)Husband/Boyfriend Scenarios

3.)Mpreg/Pregnancy

4.)Sister Sister/Brother Moments

5.) Parents Children Moments

6.) One-Shot

7.)Imagine

8.)Chatroom

9.)Fluff

10.)Smut

11.)Angst

12.) Wife/Girlfriend Scenarios

13.)Song Prompt

Add: (Specify)

𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒

1.) x Y/N

2.) X OC

3.) Pepperoni

4.) Stony

5.) Ironstrange

6.)Ironwidow

7.)Ironsoldier

8.)Starker

9.)Stucky

10.)Romanogers

11.) Steve x Sharon

12.)Winterwidow

13.)Clintasha

14.)Clint x Laura

15.)HulkFrost

16.)Bruce x Tony

17.)Thoruce

18.)Natasha x Bruce

19.)Bruce x Betty

20.) Bruce x Dr.Cho

21.)Winterfalcon

22.)Winterfrost

23.)T'Challa x Bucky

24.)Spideychelle

25.)Spideypool

26.)Peter x Harley

27.)Peter x Eddie Brock

28.) Batman x Joker

29.) Joker x Harley

30.)Superman x Wonder Woman

31.)Ronmione/Hernald

32.)Hinny/Garry

33.)Luville/Nevina

34.)Drastoria

35.)Drarry/Harco

36.)Ron x Blaise

37.)Pansy x Hermione

38.)Ginny x Luna

39.)Jily

40.)Wolfstar

41.)Snape x Lucius

42.)Snape x James

43.)Snilly

44.)Lily x Marlene

45.)Marlene x Sirius

46.)Bellatrix x Tom

47.)Narcissa x Lily

48.)Narcissa x Lucius

49.)Remus x Tonks

50.)Tonks x Charlie

51.)Scorpius x Albus

52.)James x Rose

53.)Bakugo x Deku5

4.)Deku x Uraraka

55.)Shoto x Bakugo

56.)Kirishima x Bakugo

57.)Bakugo x Mina

58.)Shoto x Momo

59.)Adam x Evan

60.)Mauve x Otis

61.)Ruby x Otis

62.)Steve x Ella

63.)Otis x Ola

64.)Christian x Anastasia

65.)Bella x Edward

66.)Tyler x Wednesday

67.)Xavier x Wednesday

68.)Xavier x Bella

69.) Ivan x Bella

70.)Mika x Bose

71.)Chapa x Miles

72.)Charlotte x Henry

73.)Percabeth

74.)Pison

75.)Frazel

76.)Solangelo

77.)Pernico

78.)Larry Stylinson

79.)Ziam

80.)Ziall

81.)Niam

82.)Malum

83.)Lashton

84.)Jikook

85.)Taekook

86.)Katniss x Peeta

87.)Katniss x Gale

88.)Dumbledore x Grindelwald

89.)Captainfrost (Loki x Steve)

90.)Ironpool (Tony x Wade)

Add: (Specify)

[themculibrary]

Valentine’s Day Masterlist 3

part one, part two, part four

All you need is love and more chocolate (ao3) - Mimisempai steve/bucky G, 818

Summary: Sam and Bucky are fighting for the first time since they moved in together... and it's on Valentine's Day... but they say chocolate sweetens the mood...

Anniversary (ao3) - NotEvenCloseToStraight bucky/tony E, 4k

Summary: Bucky plans out Valentines Day and Anniversary gifts.

Tony offers his butt in some pretty lingerie.

Bears and Mountains and Lumberjacks Oh My! (ao3) - justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday) steve/tony E, 11k

Summary: It was supposed to be easy--go meet the reclusive artist and buy some art. And then came the broken down car.

And the snowstorm.

And the lumberjack with a face like a greek god.

So yea, Tony is stuck in a cabin in the woods with a hot lumberjack till the storm clears.

Could be worse.

Boys, Books & Butterbeer (ao3) - Booksinvolved steve/bucky G, 6k

Summary: Super fluffy fic about Quidditch try outs, detention, and cute dates on Valentine's.

Break my Baby (Valentine's Day Edition) (ao3) - justanotherrollingstony (adoctoraday) steve/tony E, 5k

Summary: Steve has a very special gift for Tony on Valentine's Day; his submission, and whatever Tony would like to do with it, and him.

Crushes, Capitalism, and Confidence (ao3) - Ebony10 mj/peter, betty/ned G, 1k

Summary: Valentine's Day and love as chaotic good (neutral)? Just a small oneshot about Peter navigating the capitalistic holiday of love with a crush on MJ...with unexpected good results for Ned Leeds as a bonus.

Devil's Day (ao3) - ChuckleVoodoos matt/foggy T, 12k

Summary: Foggy buys Matt a hundred Valentines to celebrate a holiday that doesn't exist.

Heart Emoji (ao3) - NotEvenCloseToStraight bucky/tony M, 15k

Summary: It's Valentines Day and our favorites are back to their group texting shenanigans

Tony has a very romantic night planned for Bucky, Clint is cranky because Natasha hasn't been around to give him that good lovin', Steve asks for some help with a *specific* Vday present for Thor and Sam and Bruce have been whispering and scheming and honestly, no one knows what those two are up to.

Buckle up for tooth rotting fluff, TMI about Clintasha's bedroom habits, a shopping trip that leaves Steve scandalized, smooshy lovey dovey conversations, and a reminder that Valentines Day is also for non nekkid/ non romantic things too.

How Do You Fondue? (ao3) - gwyneth rhys (gwyneth) steve/bucky M, 4k

Summary: Steve orders cocktails called The Lover and Bucky’s heart rate rockets out of control. It’s not so bad, he tells himself. The next level. It’s just dinner. At the top of the menu it asks, “How do you fondue?” and at the bottom a slogan proclaims, “We hope you enjoy experiencing all that fondue has to offer.” Bucky nearly swallows his tongue.

I'd like to look around, but Honey, all I see is you (ao3) - orphan_account steve/bucky T, 2k

Summary: Bucky takes Valentine's Day very seriously.

No, not like that. Even Steve likes the day-long date he plans out...

Loki's Hearts (ao3) - Selysin loki/tony T, 1k

Summary: Loki causes a little mischief on Valentine's Day.

more than pretend (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor steve/bucky T, 2k

Summary: Bucky's family is having their usual family dinner like they always do on Valentine's Day, but this time he's decided to ask Steve to be his 'fake boyfriend' so his mother will stop bugging him about bringing a date home. Steve says yes, despite the fact that he has very real feelings for Bucky and doesn't want this to be 'just pretend'.

My Funny Valentine (ao3) - PumpkinDoodles darcy/brock M, 10k

Summary: Tasked with baby-sitting Brock Rumlow on Valentine's Day, Darcy thinks it'll be an interesting way to make some overtime money. She just doesn't know how interesting. Thank God she has Foggy Nelson on speed dial.

Stucky Valentine's Ficlets (ao3) - SpecialHell steve/bucky, sam/bucky G, 4k

Summary: 4 unrelated ficlets featuring Steve and Bucky being in love

The Loveliness of Loving You (ao3) - ElisabethMonroe sam/bucky E, 4k

Summary:

Staring SamBucky, featuring: Valentine's Day ✔️ Baking Cookies ✔️ Lingerie ✔️ Mutual Pining By Friends With Benefits ✔️ And They Were Roommates ✔️

Truly, Madly, Deeply (ao3) - PumpkinDoodles darcy/brock M, 32k

Summary: With a gentle shove from Jane, Darcy decides to celebrate being single on Valentine's Day by being an aspiring domestic goddess again.

Tulips (ao3) - thatdamneddame clint/phil G, 1k

Summary: There are tulips, pink and white, sitting in a vase on Phil’s desk when he gets back from lunch.

What happens on Valentine's day? (ao3) - winterfalconwarrior sam/bucky N/R, 2k

Summary: “I’m so sorry baby, but we gotta suit up,” he says while he puts one arm into one sleeve of the suit, “I had it all planned out but I guess the bad guys have other plans for us this morning. I’m sorry Bucky, I really am,” he rambles on while he goes to grab the shield. “We will get to all of those plans later. This won’t take long because I’m gonna kick their ass for taking this day from me.” Before Bucky can even ask what’s so special about this day, Sam is out of the door again and Bucky hurries to the wardrobe to catch up.

[iriel3000]

July Recs - 2012 Revisited

AHHHH I NEVER POSTED THIS!!!! DAMNIT!!!

Happy July!! In honor of the be_compromised ATTF: One Prompt Challenge Time Travel (and rooftops, please go check it out, I still need to get mine up), let's head back to 2012!

I did not mean for this batch to be fluff focused, but after June of Doom, we may need it. Please enjoy and don't forget to leave kudos for the authors if you haven't already! 💜

Moments Like This by annieRUOK (imperiousphasmid)

Sometimes when they're alone, being alive and together is good enough. Because they both know they're in it for the long haul. (Just some fluffy Clintasha.)

what we deserve by alovelyway

When they have sex, it's rough. It's sharp edges and and broken glass but Clint wants to show Natasha that there are other ways too.

Incidental by AlliSnow

There are stories. There are always stories. The trick is to leave them with a tale but not a face, or at least not a body.

Rainy Days by pipistrelle

On a rainy afternoon in Stark Tower, Clint and Natasha find a way to amuse themselves. Tony is less happy about it. Silly fluff.

Wild Dedication by samalander

Five people who knew exactly what Clint and Natasha were up to, and one who wished he didn't.

Run by Merixcil

You're in trouble little spider. You need to run.

Map a Memory of You by sneakronicity

Clint and Natasha are reunited after several months and take the time to relearn each other.

It's a Fucked up Life (And we wouldn't want it any other way) by Aviss

Fun wasn't the word Clint would use for the first few weeks of cohabitation. Dangerous, maybe. Tense, certainly. Insane for sure. But fun? Not so much.

Kiss with a Fist by the_real_vampire

It’s violence that defines their relationship. Violence is what started it and, unless something significant happens, it’s probably going to be violence that ends it. That’s just the nature of their work.

Thrall by ArwenLune

There was a heady thrill in the idea that he was the only one she allowed to have this side of her.