Clint had experienced many things he’d deem inexplicable in his 34 years on this planet. Things like being recruited to SHIELD despite being a contract killer. Things like the Black Widow not sticking a knife in him when he’d kidnapped/saved her. Like a buffed space alien wielding a hammer.
So of course he and Natasha made it a game. Weirdest day. He treated it like a game at first but Natasha won so much he had started to treated it like a real competition. It didn’t help him win, He accidentally bought a bride for a pack of Marlbolo Menthol’s and a 1980 Toyota, Natasha actually got married to a cartel fixer because some SHIELD idiot filed the document with the Cambodian government. He released a number one country single while on mission, Natasha spent the day in medical trying to reverse a gender swap some mad scientist had magicked up, making her almost completely genderless alignment rage with Alpha and Omega hormones. Natasha always had a better weird day story.
Lately he had to say that was because he got lame ass missions like babysitting two level threes putting Foster’s shit back in her car depot. However he had not accounted for Darcy Lewis and she was quickly turning this boring job into something highly interesting.
When the two level three alphas, Darren and Mathis? had heard they were making a delivery to a single unbonded omega they had gone out of their way to posture and make sure they absolutely wreaked of healthy Alpha. They were snippy and irritating the entire ride from their base to Foster’s dealership. Clint, a beta himself, absolutely loathed working with young alphas sometimes. Okay well older alphas too. Alphas, okay he hated working with Alphas. He’d only ever even met one he liked and that alpha was on suppresents so heavy there were rumors he was a robot due to his lack of scent. Clint loved those rumors, They were sort of logical, even beta’s had a smell after all, but not government robots. To be honest he had started and encouraged several of these “Coulson is a Cyborg” group chats.
Obviously the pair had been sully and irritable when Lewis hadn’t even blinked at the pheromones the two were putting off and began ordering the alphas around like she was an Alpha’s Alpha. Clint had enjoyed a laugh at their disappointed looks for about 25 minutes before Coulson came to check on them and he had to pretend to actually help the two knotheads. He had just put his hands on a box when he noticed Darcy had stopped speaking for the first time. He eyed her curiously. She rubbed irritably at her nose sniffing like she was trying to dislodge a booger. Then her eyes narrowed and she looked around spotting Coulson.
“Is that you?!” She asked incredulously. Her voice was rougher than it had been a moment earlier when she was nagging Darren about Fosters equipment. Clint’s eye brows arched higher than Coulson’s to be honest. Coulson merely quirked a brow while his own retracted to his hairline. Darcy took an audible sniff and Clint choked a laugh at the color that rushed into her cheeks.
“Hey there G-man. I’m Darcy, 23, from Chicago, Gemini, I like folk rock and I’ve never been a Good Girl but it’s never too late to learn” She said slyly and Clint really did choke. Sniffing someone without their permission was probably the rudest thing Clint had ever done or see anyone do but Darcy’s words were filthy, she might as well have asked for his knot right there. He wished he had the moment the curvy brunette propositioned his boss on camera to show Nat later.
Mathis spluttered dropping his box petulantly and Darren gave the girl a heavy leer.
“Barking up the wrong tree Omega. You need an Alpha I can help you out this guy” Darren gave a haughty look at Coulson. “is drier than a nun in the Sahara” Clint wanted to disappear from the room when Alpha’s let their instincts get the better of them. They were so stupid, no matter his designation Coulson was their S.O. idiots. Coulson made to say something but Darcy cut him off.
“You honestly can’t smell that? I think I’ve found enough Alpha to last me” Her eyes darted around the room before settling back on the Agent. “Honestly what is that I’m on enough suppresents to tranquilize a small Army. You are mouthwatering.” She let her jaw snap close struggling to not say anything else embarrassing about whatever she was smelling.
Darren went to say something again and Coulson actually, honest to God growled at him. Darren seemed for a moment to consider if he should try to fight Coulson on this before Mathis grabbed his arm and they slowly exited the room eyes not leaving the Level 7 agent before them. When they had gone Coulson’s eyes fell to Darcy and darkened a blue Clint had never seen them before. For a half a moment Clint thought he smelled something tangy and sweet in the air before his mind came back to the pair before him.
“Phil, 44 Also from Chicago, Virgo, I drive a very red car and “ He paused and Clint held his breath. “ And I think you could be a very good girl Miss Lewis. With firm guidance” He gave a crooked smile. Darcy let out a whimper that, even as a beta, had Clint hardening in his field uniform.
Coulson’s hand came up to gently cup Darcy’s face thumbing across her bright red lips.
“You can just leave that there Clint” Coulson coaxes Darcy threw the door he came in by crooking his finger. “Take the day off and don’t wait up.” He said lowly and finally sank his lips to the sweet Interns before slamming the door behind him.
Clint blinked slowly at the empty room before setting the box down gingerly as tho it might explode. He was in the street thinking over what just happened and what to do next.
Coulson had given him the day off to go bang Foster’s hot intern. He let a small giggle slip out and pulled out his phone.
The line rang twice before she picked up.
“Foster’s pup intern Omega scented Coulson and asked to be his good girl and then Coulson gave me the day off so he could go bang her!”
The silence was terrible and Clint bit his lip in excitement.
I’m not sure. Hey lovely people who have taken me over half way to a cool million! If you’d like to reblog again, I’d love that, if not, I still love you, and hope you’re having a great day. I’m gonna go do some stand up tonight.
also while we’re talking about nanaimo, a 17 year old indigenous girl went missing from the city yesterday. please also bring attention to that so we can get her home safely.
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“Oh not. Not another fire bender!” I said to myself. But then he came up behind me and grabbed my ass. So he’s cool now I guess
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“Its okay,” he said leaning his walking stuck against the wall and removing the young man’s glasses “ let me frost your roll” matt the blind cinnamon roll blushes as his core softened for his new lover.
A/N: Barton/Johnson/Coulson sorry not sorry. A smidgen sorry I can’t believe I wrote this. Light mentions of violence, explicit content and vocabulary, kind of objectifying but everyone like it. Jealousy.
Hope you like it.
She was going to be honest, she kinda wished their had been hostages behind Hydra door number 1. Well other hostages. Okay fine that’s probably wrong. She wishes it had been anyone but him.
They had kicked down the door and were almost finished with the first sweep when Coulson froze beside her. She turned to check in and followed his eyes. On the far way dozing in and out of consciousness was a man chained to the ceiling.
“Clint?!” Coulson lowered his firearm and rushed forward. The man’s head snapped up and they eye not swollen shut widened before he grinned.
“Bozz!!” He slurred. “I’m so glad you're here.” He sank against the cuffs toward Coulson’s open arms.
“Daisy the chains!” He ordered arms coming up to support the man. Daisy’s not distracted by the flexing of his arms. That’s unprofessional.
“Of course I’m here. I told you I’d always come for you.” Coulson stroked the other man’s hair shakily. Daisy broke the chains and held up her hand to study her partner. Coulson’s shoulder rocked into her hand before he found his weight and moved away.
“I’m so glad to see you Phil.”
‘Phil’ rang in her ears and Daisy’s vision filled with red. She nodded to Coulson and the other agents to get the man, Clint, to med bay. She cracked her knuckles irritated at the feelings inside her. Unprofessional as can be.
When she finished with the base there were no more doors for Hydra to hide behind.
She was the last one aboard the quinjet, brushing rubble from her shoulders. Their prize was leaning against Coulson ice pack over his face and water in hand.
“Damn guurll” He beamed. Coulson gave a short bark of laughter. Jealousy spiked in her again and she wished there were more goons to bash. The ground shook slightly as they took off. May gave her an odd look but Daisy focused on her own water ignoring everyone around her. SO professional.
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Turns out he’s some old SHIELD asset that Coulson used to handle. That doesn’t make her feel better. Thinking about Coulson handling Barton’s thick assets. His arms are huge and this thighs are just a thick. It’s disgusting. He’s gorgeous and his ass is tight as sin. I’d handle that till my dying day. If what they say is true there’s no way Coulson would be interested in her assets. Superpowers only turn Coulson on when they belong to Captain America. Daisy shakes her head because that’s unkind to both men.
“Hey, Shaker Girl right?” The sound of his voice gives her pause but she wishes she could have Gordon’s powers instead. Anywhere but here, anywhere but beside Coulson’s pet agent.
“Daisy” She corrects turning to look at him. His face looks much better, the swelling gone down and his cuts cleaned. He’s even handsome bruised. Disgusting.
“What’s the face?” He sprawls down in a rolling chair really not designed for sprawling. The arms creak under the weight of his thighs. He tilts his head with a small smile. “Ah. So it’s like that?”
His tone irritates Daisy. Everything about him irritates her. It’s totally irrational, she’s heard stories of him. He sounds fun. Someone Skye would have loved. Someone Daisy could easily love if she wasn’t already in love.
“Like what?” She sighs exasperatedly. Clint’s eyebrows raise. “Listen Barton I’m glad you're safe but if you don’t have anything to say I really should be going.” She stands and faster than she can blink so does he. He’s too close. He smells like salt and Coulson. Like warmth and something spicy. He’s too close and her mouth is very dry.
“Have dinner with me.” One moment ago he was like a schoolboy and now he’s breathing hot against her ear, husky and ragged. Daisy doesn’t pull away she’s not afraid of him, instead she looks up questioningly angling her face toward his. They could kiss so easily. They are really too close. But if what they says has any merit at all she doesn’t want to risk hurting Coulson. Barton’s pretty face has nothing on the sad eyes Coulson makes.
“Hmmm” She meant it to be a contemplative sounds but it’s closer to a moan. “No” She breathes out and slides sideways out of his reach toward the door.
“Really?! I thought I had that one. That’s the Barton’s so damn cute face right?” He’s back to cute boy. For someone who took a huge beating the last few days he looks very innocent. She bets that does it for Coulson. Huge innocent eyes, Huge manly abs. It does it for her.
“It was. Those thighs” She shakes her head on the way out the door. For whatever reason that makes Barton crack up and she leaves with a small smile of her own. Anyone who can laugh that much is probably better for Coulson anyway.
“Hey Daisy have you seen Clint?” Speak of the devil and he shall walk out of his office looking utterly kissable in those jeans.
“Can’t stop seeing him” She mutters gesturing to the room she’d just come from.
“What does that mean?” Coulson calls after her. Daisy ignores him and wishes Clint was easier to dislike.
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“Why don’t you like him? I mean I know why I don’t like him but he’s your type” May talks more while throwing her around the training room than any other time. Like,borderline won’t shut up, talks.
“My type?” Daisy huffs dodging a fist. “First off, I don’t have a type.” She hits the mat to avoid a kick and rolls quickly to avoid the second. “and second, Barton is the most annoying thing to happen to SHIELD. Including Talbot, Hunter and Thurston!” Daisy grunts and scrambles to get up.
“He’s not that bad” May almost laughs. Well laughs for May, she’s clearly amused. It’s a good distraction and Daisy makes to grab her for a throw. It’s not good enough May swats away her hands and flicks her ear in the process.
“He is!! He’s a public menace, he cut all the chords in the entertainment room when he couldn’t untangle them, I’m still finding nerf darts in the lab from his game, all of the air chairs have these thigh marks” It’s probably the exact confirmation May is looking for but she can’t get over it. Who’s thighs leave marks like that? “like he’s physically incapable of closing his damn legs!” She can’t do much more than block May’s blows while ranting.
“He used to be worse” May shrugs. “You’d like him more if he wasn’t taking up so much of Coulson’s time.” May suggests with a knowing look. Daisy glowers. She hates that May was the one to figure out her feelings. May knew Daisy liked Coulson before Daisy did. Before Skye did.
“Maybe if Coulson could climb out of his ass for a few days he’d tell Barton to stop being such an unholy terror.” She gets tossed to the mats again and lays there a moment resigned, and sweaty.
“Don’t be stupid Shakes, I’m the one in his ass” Daisy scrambles up defensively looking around for him. He’s nowhere visible. A Nerf dart smacks into her shoulder. Above her? He’s in an air vent?
“Just calling it how it is” He’s so fucking smug.
May doesn’t tell her off for shaking the base but Coulson does come looking for her later to ask about Barton’s new bruises. She’s not sorry... She’s a little sorry.
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Clint has been here almost a month now and Daisy’s problem has shifted significantly. After the encounter in the gym Clint stopped bothering her so much. He’s downright respectful, opens doors says things like yes ma’am on missions. Cooking exotic dinner for the team and cracking jokes when he’s not on assignment. He’s so charming, he even convinces Hunter to do inventory without complaining. He’s the perfect agent, a good fit for the team.
However with her he’s still polite and distant. Holing up with Coulson in his office. That possibly the worst part because then she can’t hang out with Coulson and she has to wonder is he’s parked that round ass in her chair. Disgusting.
She’d gone to see about inviting Coulson to dinner when it happens. She’d barged into his office without knocking. Both men jump apart but it was too late she’d seen what she seen. Boy did she hate being right. Clint sitting in what used to be her chair, thick thighs spread invitingly. Coulson perched on them, the way she wishes she could, his hips rocking greedily and devouring the sniper’s mouth in a hot kiss.
“Daisy!?!” Coulson flushes a deep red. Clint however doesn’t move just lets his head roll back, on her chair. He doesn’t move to hide his erection, unlike Coulson who moves behind his desk discreetly. Not that she hadn’t been picturing them like this since they came home from that now hole in the ground Hydra base but seeing it was something else. A new heat rushed thru her veins. The same heat she’d felt on the first day she’d met him when he’d said “Phil.” so easily. Only now she knows what this is. Jealousy, red hot piping jealousy. And worse it’s not just for Coulson who’s she had feelings for for some time now. Its for both of them. Coulson and his kind laugh and dirty smirks, Clint and his sinful body and goofy jokes.
Well shit. Her heart is pounding in her ears and her mouth’s dry one again.
“Daisy? ” Clint’s voice is what startles her. “Are you okay?” His eyes are such a beautiful sight and she shakes her head once.
“What’s wrong Daisy?” Coulson steps forward reaching for her tentatively. Daisy draws back slightly and his hand falls back beside him. All these feeling are making her a little dizzy. There is so much movement in this room. If their vibrations weren’t enough her own body is putting off twice the emotion it normally does.
“Jealous” She finally manages to shake out. Her voice is a lot huskier than she meant it to be. She looks at Clint because she can’t bear to see Coulson. If Clint says no it’s nothing. He’s annoying. a bother really. If Coulson says no, her life might be over. and she wishes she was being dramatic.
Clint’s pupils are blown wide and he looks hopeful. Daisy can’t bear hoping herself. She’s still firmly ignoring Coulson.
“Of?” He challenges. It’s too late now she’s said it might as well run with it. Worst thing that can happen is they say no and she and Hunter get drunk to high heaven before she leaves this base for life as a nun or one of those mountain-top gurus.
“Both of you” She says raggedly and finally looks to Coulson. He’s got a look she’s never seen and she shifts uncertainly. “Just Jealous. I’m fine” She shakes her head. Coulson reaches for her again hand hovering over the skin on her arm. Goose-pimples raise on her arms and her nipples tighten and her breath hitches. Coulson relaxes and finally pulls her to him.
“Oh God Daisy I thought I was going crazy.” He groans wrapping her in his arms. He’s so warm and perfect and she clings to him just in case he changes his mind. “I’ve been dreaming of this since the first ride.” He confesses pulling back slightly. Daisy’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. Ride? in Lola? dreaming of what? He crushes his mouth to hers and her mind goes blank. It’s so fucking good. So much better than she’d hoped and she melts into his arms counting on him to keep her up. Coulson rests their weight against his desk shifting her to stand between his legs.
They finally come up for air both gasping and not moving far.
“Not crazy.” She mutters pressing kisses to his face. “God then then HE came!” Daisy gestures to Clint burrowing further into Coulson’s collar.
“Yea?” and Clint’s left her chair he’s right behind them pressed against her pulling her hair to the side to find skin to kiss.
“And He’s so pretty Coulson and my chair! Those fucking thighs Coulson I’m only human” She groans fingers tightening in Coulson’s shirt. He chuckles rearranging his arms tighter. Clint’s lips ghost over her shoulders up her neck.
“Only Inhuman” Clint laughs. Daisy turns around in Coulson’s arms still leaning on him and fists her hands under Clint’s sleeveless shirt pulling his mouth to hers. She devours him swaying back into Coulson with the force of it. Clint’s taller than her., so is Coulson for that matter, so she almost has to lean back onto Coulson to keep her balance while Clint kisses the life out of her. She nips at his lower lip growling slightly. Behind her Coulson groans and tugs at her to turn around again. Daisy lets herself be passed back for more hot kisses.
“Please I..” She finally gasps one hand reaching for Clint the other playing with Coulson’s hair. Daisy’s pretty sure he’s only looked like this in her fantasies. His mouth is a dark red, kiss bruised, his eyes half lidded and his cheeks flushed. She doesn’t have a good look at Clint but she can feel his interest pressing against her ass. “Please Phil...” It’s her turn to say it and Daisy wishes she could have recorded the groan he made.
“Yes.” He nods quickly. “Yes, Whatever you want” His fingers begin to fumble with the top button on his shirt and he exchanges a look with Clint. Daisy’s brain is overdrive. Coulson’s fingers are racing to get him free of his shirt, Clint’s are creeping up under her shirt tugging it gently upward. Yes!!
When her hands come back down free of her shirt, she crowds them on either side of Coulson, pressing him into the desk. His hands stop and he looks breathlessly down at her.
“If I want Clint to fuck you while you fuck me?” It’s heady. The smells, the vibrations, the heat coming off their bodies. She’s a little lust drunk but she knows it’s unlikely she’d be able to take them both at once without practice. Coulson whimpers slightly and Clint grinds down on her in appreciation of her plan. “If I just want to suck you dry with Clint?” Apparently Clint’s in favor of every plan because his hips buck again.
“Damn girl” Clint hisses a smile in his voice. Daisy tosses him a smile over her shoulder.
“What if I love you.” Coulson’s words make her head whip around. He doesn’t look any less debauched or horny but damn if he doesn’t look softer now. Sweeter. Half dressed and hard. His face tender and honest. Daisy feels her eyes water even as she smiles.
“Good.” She nods. “That’s so good.” She leans forward to press kisses to his collar bone hands trailing down his sides. Daisy chases them with soft kisses, biting briefly at his nipples just to hear him hiss. Its a sweet trail down and she’s on her knees soon pressing kisses to the flesh right above his belt. It’s soft but only a little she can feel the muscles churning under each kiss.
“Can we?” She tilts her head slightly. Coulson nods and Clint sinks to his knees beside her grinning.
“Such a beautiful girl you have Coulson.” Clint hummed as Daisy fumbled with the his belt buckle. Coulson made a noise of agreement. “When he told me about Skye I was so jealous you sounded so fun.” Daisy doesn’t stop her movements but does turn to look at Clint a little. Out of all of them Clint’s the only one still dressed and it’s kind of silly they can’t stop to concentrate on getting completely naked.
“Sweet Skye who made him smile again.” Clint pressed a kiss to her shoulder again hands coming up to help her free Phil from his slacks. “and then Brave Daisy who made him so hard.” Clint gave a wicked grin. Coulson steps free of his pants becoming leading contender for most naked. Daisy is so okay with this.
“He didn’t do you justice baby, so sweet, I love it” Clint stroked his hands threw Phil’s leg hair, an odd gesture but it seemed familiar in a way that suggested Clint petted him a lot. Clint was certainly petting her a lot. “I love you” He confessed into her hair. “Both of you”
The confession catches Daisy off guard and she turns to kiss Clint again. He chuckles and then turns her attention back to the man in front of her. She gives Coulson a sultry smile, lips red from all the kisses, before she takes his head in her mouth.
“Daisy!” Coulson’s voice is high and tight and Clint laughs at him a little. “Oh God Daisy”. She smiles around his length as she slips lower on his shaft trying to angle her eyes up to look at him. He’s looking right at her and it’s almost too much. Those baby blues watching her hungrily. Clint’s lips haven’t left her shoulders but his hands are kneading her breasts and pulling at her nipples. One of his thighs has slid in between where she’s kneeling and she can almost get a perfect view of Phil’s eyes while grinding down on the thighs that have been making life at the base one horny nightmare. The pressure on her clit, the weight of Phil in her mouth, the feelings rolling of the two of them in hot steady hums of vibration are too much and before she realizes it she’s shuddering on Clint’s thigh eyes shut tight as she exhales sharply into Coulson’s pelvis.
She pulls back slowly releasing his now slick cock with a pop and a slight train of drool from his tip to her lower lips. It’s kinda gross but really sex is, especially when the parties are this interested. She gives a goofy smile.
“Sorry,” Her voice is raspy and she clears her throat a little. “I’ll close my eyes next time, draw it out.” She promises. Coulson laughs and Daisy thinks this is how everything should be.
“That was so sexy Daisy.” Coulson’s hand reaches down to cup her face. “You’re too much I thought I was a goner a few times.” Clint grunts his agreement still mouthing needily at Daisy’s skin.
“Here trade me Barton” Daisy gestures for them to swap places and Clint eagerly shuffles forward Phil’s still hard cock. “Ah!” She pulls at his shirt and he huffs shucking it off quickly before sinking his face into Coulson’s crotch. He doesn’t take him in his mouth yet just nuzzles at him tongue darting out to tease his balls. Coulson hisses and clenches his hands on the desk. Daisy smiles and works to free Clint form his tact pants.
Clint moans when Daisy touches him and he finally takes Coulson in his mouth. He works quickly moving with certainly. Somehow Daisy even thinks that’s sexy. Means he’s done this before.
“You look mighty comfortable there Clinton.” She smirks pressing herself to his back to murmur into his ear. “How many times have you done this?” Clint gives another groan and Daisy’s nipples are so sensitive against his bear back but she wiggles more enjoying the slight pull of skin on skin while she works him.
“Thousands.” Coulson growls out hand coming to rest on Clint’s head. “Thousands of times Daisy” He fists his hand in Barton’s short hair tugging gently.
“You lucky dog” Daisy laughs squeezing him a the base. Clint whimpers thrusting into the tight ring she’s made. “You’ll have to teach me Clint would you like that? I bet he could teach me things about you too.” She doesn’t loosen the fist but she looks up at Coulson.
“The best way to suck you, the best way to ride you, the best way to open you up, I’d fuck you it you let me.” She confesses. Coulson hisses at her words like she was touching him. He looks close and she smiles sweetly.
“Clint” Coulson says sharply. Barton obviously knows what this means because pulls back and leans into Daisy hips still thrusting into her fist. Coulson scoots forward towering right above them stroking himself quickly and surely.
“Is he gonna come on us Clint? huh? Gonna make us up? You gotta come too Clint!” Daisy licks her lips and feels a little wild. This is so fucking hot. She wonders who’s gonna come first.
“Oh! Oh! Daisy!!”
Clint, but only by a second. He comes so hard he rocks up into Daisy’s fist and has to reach out to grab Phil’s thigh to steady himself. The call of her name so sweetly tugs at her heart and she’s babbling when Phil finally spills over them both shooting white streaks in their hair and on their bare chests. It’s so fucking hot. Daisy doesn’t need to cum again not yet but they’ve been putting on the sexiest show she’s ever seen. She wraps her arms around Clint burrowing into his back shuddering.
“Daisy girl you’re shaking” Clint’s voice pulls her back into the room. Phil is sitting in her chair naked, exhausted and concerned looking. Daisy wonders how long she was silent. She meets his eyes and smiles softly. Phil blushes slightly and motions at her face.
“You uhh have something there” He whips his own cheek. She barks out a laugh and settles into Clint’s slightly sticky embrace. She’s sticky and sweaty and oddly damp but so happy.
“I do love you.” She tells Clint softly. “I’m glad we found you.” He presses a kiss to her forehead.
“Me too”
She looks over at Coulson. Naked Coulson, face no different from the kind eyes that she dreams about at night. How’d she get so lucky?
“And I’ve always loved you.” His grin is disbelieving and excited all at once. “I’m lucky you found me.” She smiles this is the best she’s felt in forever.
“See I heard it was more like kidnapping” Clint interjects. Daisy laughs as Phil groans hiding his face in his hands.
“Way to ruin the moment Barton.” Daisy wriggles out of his arms to perch in Coulson’s lap shaking her head.
“Just calling it how it is” He winks beaming.
He’s so fucking smug but Daisy doesn’t mind this time. and probably won’t mind the time after. He is awful cute and Daisy’s once again feels relief they found him so they could all three find each other.
