Keep sending in your questions, pervy shippers. And you can also ask non-dirty things, too, if you’re super curious. We’re weirdly chatty for a couple of spies.
We know all you pervy shippers out there want to know what Clint and Natasha get up to behind closed doors. This is the blog where you can find out.
You can ask the master assassins questions, and as long as it’s not too fucked up, they’ll answer. You can also submit posts, but Natasha is a harsh taskmistress, so whether your stuff gets posted or not is up to her whim.
Nat and Clint are waiting for your questions, darlings.
It wasn’t in his closet, and it wasn’t in his gear bag, and Clint couldn’t find his goddamn uniform jacket no matter where he looked.
It wasn’t hanging by the door, but it’s not like he wore it home (“Hidey-ho, neighbors, I’m a superhero secret agent!”) so why would it be there? It wasn’t hanging on the back of a chair in the minuscule kitchen, either. He even checked behind the couch because maybe it slipped back there?
But no. It should be in his gear bag where the rest of his suit lived.
And it wasn’t there.
"Goddammit," he muttered, turning at the sound of the bedroom door creaking open. "Nat, have you seen my–"
Natasha leaned against the door frame, arms crossed over her chest, wearing nothing but that goddamn coat. The corner of her mouth turned up, and she raised a graceful eyebrow at him.
"Looking for something?"
(Will potentially be expanded (heh) at a later date.)
by Eiluned (brbshittoavenge)
Rating: Gen/Teen (just some salty language)
Tags: Fluff, Humor, Feels, stealthy women, and the men who love them, Ficlet, Established Relationship
Summary: Living with Natasha was like living with a particularly vindictive and stealthy cat.
Notes: Just a short, sweet little ficlet that needed to get out of my head. Sorry for the lack of porn, but hopefully the fluff will make up for it. ♥ Feedback is always appreciated!
Natasha’s lips are full and plump, and occasionally she wears lipstick as red as the blood she spills.
She never wears it on missions.
The red lipstick makes an appearance once in a blue moon, when the stars are aligned perfectly and the wind changes to blow from the west, or just when she feels like it. She leaves her eyes simple and slicks red onto her lips, turns them into a dangerous heart, a slash of crimson in her pale face, a deadly cupid’s bow when she smiles.
Clint loves it when she wears that red lipstick.
Title: Whatever You Need
Summary: Natasha returns home after a rather grueling mission and finds a comforting presence waiting for her.
A/N: So I wanted to write a Cap 2 end of credits scene that could believably be in the film, but then the feels overtook me and it turned into complete fluff instead. Oh well. This is the first fic I’ve finished since June so hopefully I still got it. A fic a month this year, that is my goal, so this just squeezes in to count for January. :D
AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1162310
Her apartment was dark when she arrived home but she didn’t turn on the lights, just closed the door, locking it silently behind her, and let her eyes adjust to the darkness. She didn’t need to, she knew the place by heart; she knew where she had left every item, knew every squeaky floorboard, but she let her eyes adjust because something wasn’t quite right.
She wasn’t alone.
by Eiluned (brbshittoavenge)
Rating: Explicit / NC-17
Tags: Anal Sex, Anal Play, Anal Plug, Rimming, Sex Toys, Double Penetration, Female Ejaculation, Fingerfucking, Anal Fingering, Dirty Talk, Enthusiastic Consent, Friends With Benefits, who are more than just friends but are deluding themselves for the moment, Pre-Avengers (2012), secret feels, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot
Summary: He had just taken a big drag of coffee, savoring the sugary leftovers at the bottom of his mug, when she turned to him and out of the blue said, “I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
Cue epic spittake.
Notes: Yet another fic in my Troika universe! This one comes chronologically after Under(the)cover(s). Fic cover by yours truly.
It’s just porn. I regret nothing. Thanks to Amanda for the beta read! Always use protection when you’re having sex, anal or otherwise. ;D
Also oh my goodness look at those tags. It sounds like I’m writing for brazzers or something, jfc.
Date Posted: 7 January 2014
You’re my river running high
Run deep, run wild.
If my heart was a house you’d be home