America's Next Top Archer

SHIELD agent. Master Archer. Caw, caw, motherfuckers. Archer with attitude. Sexy motherfucker. Currently with (married to) Natasha, and it's sexy as hell because she's all mine and I may or may not love the fuck out of her. So there. (father to be)

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“Okay, I’ll agree, that much is arousing,” her hand shot out to the railing, gripping it tightly as she hitched one of her legs over his shoulder to give him better access. “Oh, I feel it - in my head, my bladder, my stomach, my breasts, even my feet feel weird. And when you said nature, I was picturing something a little more… well, wild.”

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He looked up and touched her thigh, pressing his cheek against it. "If I could switch with you to give you a break, you know I would. But you're gorgeous and I love you." With that, he eagerly began to tease his tongue around her clit, making as much noise as he wanted to tell her how good she tasted.

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“You really want a girl, don’t you?” she shook her head as he set her on the porch, but said nothing more, shivering as her bare skin met the breeze. “I’m glad you think it, because I definitely don’t feel it. But the porch? Really? Not exactly exotic of you.” There were times when she still found it hard to believe, didn’t dare to hope, didn’t trust to think of the fetus as something growing, something alive. something the two of them made together. Never had she thought to consider it a turn on, either. “I don’t follow your train of thought on just how something inside of me is exactly arousing to you, Clint.”

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"I do, but I'm happy with anything, I promise. And yes, the deck, because it has a fucking great view behind it that you look gorgeous framed in front of." He kissed her pussy. "Well normally me inside of you is fucking arousing, but I really don't know how to explain this one. I think it's just something you know, and I wish you could just feel it."

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She twined her legs around him, helping him hold her up but certainly not complaining (where she might have done so once, now getting off her feet every once and a while was a welcome relief). “Not if I have anything to say about it,” she muttered, not humourlessly as they made their way outside. The fresh air was nice, a huge change from the stuffy city air, not to mention the light breeze of spring and the complete and utter privacy. His words called her attention back. “Turned on by what? Hamburgers?”

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"Okay, maybe it'll be the second thing she ever eats." He set her down on her feet, then knelt down between her legs and looked up at her, pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the doorway behind him. "You're the mother of my child. Our child. And it's really fucking amazing and sexy." He shrugged and rubbed his scruff against her inner thigh. "You're like ten times more sexy than you already were."

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“I can’t promise I won’t flip out if I feel something crawling across my skin that isn’t your tongue,” she chuckled, low and throaty, “though the wild side of you is something I find very sexy. And you’d better - there’s no doubt in my mind this thing is yours, judging by its appetite.”

[charmingarcher]

"Baby, it'll be whatever you want crawling across your skin. I aim to please." He chuckled and lifted her up, carrying her toward the sliding doors that opened to the deck. "Our kid's first meal that's not milk is going to be something with burgers, I can tell you that." He balanced her weight on one arm to open the doors. "Fuck, Natasha, I think I'm just fucking really turned on by this whole thing."

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She leaned back into his embrace with a quiet hum. “Definitely not opposed to that, but I’m expecting a good meal tonight. I’m eating for two here and you’re definitely wearing me out.” Closing her eyes, she laid her head against his shoulder, letting him support the majority of her weight. “I recall last time we were here, you weren’t exactly fond of the natural setting.”

[charmingarcher]

"Well right now I'm feeling like a caveman, and I want to see my gorgeous wife bared to the elements while I eat her out." He rested his hands over her stomach and rubbed his thumb gently over it. "And then I'll make something delicious for you two in a completely 21st century environment." 

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She fixed him with a nonbelieving stare but shrugged nonetheless, moving away from him to collect her discarded jeans. Upon second thought, however, she regarded the clothing in disdain and traveled, pantless, through the cabin to the single bedroom to grab a packed pair of sweatpants instead.

“So,” she called to the other room, “what’s on your agenda for the rest of the day?”

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He followed after her, patting her ass as he walked by, also pantless, and smirked. "Well it's afternoon now, and I should think you don't need to put on those pants. If you'll meet me out on the deck, I'm going to set out the litter box and I think I'd like to fuck you outside if that sounds good. I want to see how you taste in the wild." He slipped his arms around her waist and kissed behind her ear. "Unless you have other ideas."

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“I might in a bit,” she cracked an eye open to peer up at him above her, “you’ve got my list.”  Truth be told, her ass was a bit sore from sitting in a car for hours, followed by that, but she wasn’t about to move nor complain given the circumstances. “Make sure you’re thinking of yourself, too, Barton - I’m not incapable of taking care of myself.”

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He slipped out of her slowly and pulled her up so she was sitting on the counter. He'd wipe it down later. "I've got everything I need," he said, lifting her down and pressing a kiss to her forehead. "It's enough."

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It didn’t take long, especially with the long, firm strokes he was making - three more thrusts and she was gone, clenching her inner muscles around his cock as she cried out in pleasure, body curving and hands clenching the edge of the counter.

[charmingarcher]

"That's my girl," he whispered, thrusting twice more before spilling into her with a cry on his lips. He rested himself against the counter, arms on either side of her as he burrowed his face in the crook of her neck. "Need anything else?"

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Her words failing her to let out an incoherent moan, she instead shook her head in reply, settling to grab a fistful of his hair. She could feel herself tightening from her impending release, fighting to hold back, to keep this going as long as she could.

[charmingarcher]

He teased his tongue over her breasts a bit more before kissing up to meet her lips. "Come on, baby, I know you're ready," he said softly, thrusting harder, determined to have her come right then.

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At this angle he was hitting all the right spots, bottoming out with each thrust, and it was all she could do to hook her heels around his thighs and use the leverage to meet him halfway. Throwing her head back in ecstacy, she reached for his shoulders, his back, something to grab on to - only to realize with a hiss he still had his shirt on.

[charmingarcher]

"Somethin' you want, baby?" he asked as he nosed aside the edges of her bra and flicked his tongue over one. He didn't want to waste time by taking it off, and besides, this worked just as well. 

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She writhed against him, riding the fine line between pleasure and pain, letting out a little grunt as her ass hit the edge of the counter. Reaching a hand back, she hoisted herself up on top of the surface, her legs keeping him firmly in place as she laid back. “Love you, too,” she murmured, the words coming so easily to her now. A sharp contrast to the first time she’d said it, when it had accidentally slipped out in this very place nearly eight months ago.

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He thrust into her at a steady but ferocious rhythm, pulling up her shirt and burying his face against her chest as he fucked her into the counter. "I fucking love you, babe, I love us, and I fucking love this." He growled against her skin, nipping as his hands grabbed at her hips. 

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She had to hop off of him to undo her jeans, but she wasted no time in shucking them and climbing back up his body. “I can’t recall if the kitchen was on my list of… demands,” she grinned, nipping at his neck.

[charmingarcher]

"I'm very flexible, but I'd prefer it be right here as of now." He ground his growing erection against her hips and tugged aside her underwear to slip a finger into her. "Gotta make sure you're ready, babe," he said, removing his finger and pushing inside of her. "Fuck," he groaned, biting at her shoulder and pushing her against the counter. "God, I love you."

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“I think you know what I want.” His efforts with her jeans were obviously not very successful, but nonetheless she pressed against his touch. “Everything else, I’ll leave up to your imagination.” Done with talking, she grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his lips to hers.

[charmingarcher]

She could support herself, and he got both hands working on taking off her jeans. "Little help, babe," he grunted against her lips. "Then I take you right here." He reached down to unbutton his own jeans and push them down while she helped with her own. God, he loved this. He loved her.

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“Oh, I know he can.” Using the leg she already had hooked around him, she grabbed his shoulders and, with a smooth hop, had both legs wrapped around his waist. Which left her own pressing against something that caught her rapt attention. “See something you like?” she smirked, rocking her hips against his obvious interest.

[charmingarcher]

"I always see something I like with you, babe." He pressed his face to her chest and nuzzled before kissing up her neck to her lips. He held onto her ass with one hand and used the other to undo her jeans and push them down as best he could. "What I'm more interested in is what the lady wants."

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“I will be soon enough,” she grinned lightly, giving up on pushing him away because his lips felt a bit better than she’d care to admit. She pulled her knee up to his hips, her calf sneaking around the backs of his thighs to pull their lower halves flush. “See, I’m already limiting your diet. Free time and sleeping schedule are soon to follow. Before you know it, any resemblance of a life you used to have will be gone.”

[charmingarcher]

"Baby, you know I'd do anything for you." He nuzzled her neck, grabbing at her hips, and ground against her slightly. His hand made it under her shirt, and he was tracing her waistband as best he could. "Now, hot stuff, what would you like from the menu to start? This guy can give you anything." He pushed against her to show her as he kissed down her jaw.

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“You’re full of hot air, Barton,” she tossed over her shoulder, continuing to sort through groceries and slide them onto the (pitifully empty) refrigerator racks. They’d probably need to make more trips as necessary, but for now it would do. “And on that note, you need to keep your bachelor pad stocked - I’ll forgive you, this time. Since the last time you were here you didn’t have the old ball and chain dragging at your ankles.” Though he really hadn’t done too poorly of a job buying the things they’d need - with the added pleasant surprise of bacon.

[charmingarcher]

"Babe, you asked for the basics, and I gave you the basics sans junk food. That leaves not much." He didn't want to get any beer because he felt bad that he could drink and she couldn't. He put away a box of goldfish, then crowded her against the counter beside the fridge. "So, hot stuff," he said, leaning to press a kiss to the crook of her neck, "you think you're a ball and chain? Let me bust that myth for you."

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She glanced at the bottle he slid her way briefly, before tucking it up in the cabinet with her tea. “I’ll take as much time as I need,” she informed, stooping to empty the closest bags into the fridge.

[charmingarcher]

He stepped over and patted her ass. "Yours is pretty good, if I say so myself." Before she could react, he danced out of her way and went to put some canned stuff in the cabinet. "Of course mine is better, but I still enjoy getting my hands on yours as often as I can. I'm thinking that in the next minute or so I'm going to kiss you, so you better figure out where you want to be kissed and let me know some way or another." He would enjoy talking to her like this, teasing her until she caved and let him fuck her into the nearest flat surface.