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[jemmaagentofshield]

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Happy Birthday, artemisofthewildwood!

August 10 - “You’re very sexy when you’re angry” Clint/Jemma for @artemisofthewildwood, smut requested

Written by @ozhawkauthor

“Clinton Francis Barton!”

The angry shriek echoed off the medbay walls; Clint winced. “Would you mind, Helen?”

Helen Cho was already scooping up her tablet and preparing to leave the room. “Oh, I’m outta here. You’re clear to leave as well, by the way. Once she lets you.”

“Thanks,” he said sarcastically. Helen threw him a grin over her shoulder, passing Jemma on her way out the door.

“Don’t you dare get up!” Jemma snapped as Clint braced himself on his arms; he let himself fall back with a sigh.

“I’m fine. Dr Cho already cleared me to leave.”

Jemma only huffed, and he smiled, watching her intent face as she brought up his medical notes on the computer beside the bed.

“I really am fine…”

“You really are an idiot. When are you going to get over this urge to jump off buildings?”

“When the bad guys stop shooting me off them?” He tried for humor. Jemma shot him a glare. “Really, it should have been fine. It would have been fine if some paranoid idiot hadn’t replaced the glass in those windows with rocket-proof glass. Or if Stark had managed to extend the line in my grapple arrow as far as I’d asked.”

“He is never going to be able to get two hundred feet of abseiling line in one bloody arrow, Clint!” Jemma put her hands on her hips and scowled at him. “My heart just about stopped when I saw you crash into the side of that building and fall! I’m just glad Vision was able to catch you before you hit the ground!”

She was perilously close to losing it, Clint suspected, seeing tears beginning to well in her eyes even as she yelled at him. “You,” he said, hoping to divert her, “are very sexy when you’re angry.”

Startled, Jemma stopped mid-rant and stared at him, her mouth hanging open. “What?”

“Your eyes flash and your hands clench into adorable little fists. Seriously. I’m so turned on.”

She looked instinctively down at his crotch. Since he was still wearing his tight kevlar combat pants, it was very obvious that he wasn’t exaggerating. Clint wasn’t going to mention that it was partly the aftermath rush of adrenaline. Only partly, though. Jemma really was incredibly sexy… all the time, not just when she was angry. Reaching out, he hooked two fingers into the belt of the cute little dress she was wearing, pulled her closer. She came without resisting, lifting her hands to put them on his shoulders.

Clint felt Jemma’s fingers squeeze slightly, testing the muscle of his shoulders. Glad he’d stripped to the waist to let Helen check him over, he flexed deliberately.

“You’re really okay?” Jemma asked, her voice soft. Vulnerable.

“I’m fine. A little bruised, but nothing broken.” He slid an arm around her waist and tugged. “Come and give me a closer examination, Dr Simmons.” The note in his voice was unmistakably suggestive.

“Here?” Jemma’s eyes flew wide with shock.

“Right here. Nobody is gonna disturb us, trust me.”

Jemma couldn’t believe she was actually considering it, but then… Clint did look quite ridiculously sexy, lying back on the examination table stripped to the waist, his blue eyes darkened with lust as he watched her, waiting for her decision.

Prudently, she returned to the door and locked it. Clint was grinning when she turned back to the bed, unfastening his belt and wiggling out of his tight pants.

“Come here,” he said when she paused to watch him.

“Just appreciating the view,” Jemma replied pertly.

“Come and appreciate with your hands, not your eyes.” Stark naked now, he held out his arms to her, beckoning her closer.

Feasting her eyes on the splendid body of her beloved archer, Jemma walked slowly forward, unbuttoning her blouse. “Will you promise me not to jump off any more buildings?”

“No.” His blue-grey eyes were clear as he looked up at her, strong hands sliding around her waist as she climbed up on the bed to straddle him. “But I’ll try to take better care making sure I’ve got a method of landing.”

“I suppose I’ll have to be satisfied with that, then,” Jemma said with a sigh.

“Oh, I’ll make sure you’re very well satisfied.” His hands moved down, pulling her skirt up to her waist, nudging her lace panties aside, finding dampness. “Very well satisfied indeed.”

Jemma moaned as two long fingers plunged deep, crooking to rub over the sensitive little bundle of nerves deep inside her. Clint’s thumb swirled teasing circles over her clit, bringing her quickly up to a peak. Adrenaline still surging through her jangled nerves, the release had Jemma collapsing limply forward onto his chest.

“Okay, baby,” Clint crooned into her ear, shifting her up his body, pulling her knickers further aside until he could slide slowly into her body. “I got you.”

“I love you,” she whispered against his throat.

“Love you too, baby.” His hips set up a steady rocking motion, one strong arm curved under her buttocks holding her above him so he could make short, easy thrusts. “I’ll always come back to you,” he said softly, even knowing that was a promise he might not be able to keep. She furrowed his shoulders with her nails for the lie; he held her tighter and plunged deeper, harder, faster, until she screamed out his name, tightening down on him in the hot wet clasp that always drove him right out of his mind.

With a final deep thrust and a shout of triumph, Clint let go, pumping deep into Jemma, raining kisses on her face as she moaned and shivered through her own climax above him.

[jemmaagentofshield]

So much closer to being done unpacking! This just my Marvel collection...have about six other collections around the room too.

[ozhawkauthor]

Happy Birthday, rivanwarrioress!

October 7 - “You’re so cute when you’re tired, you know.” platonic Jemma/Clint for @rivanwarrioress

He wasn’t exactly sure when he’d somehow become Official Father Substitute to all the new Avengers and associated hangers-on and staff.  Some of them were his own age, or nearly! But even Scott had only half-jokingly called him ‘dad’ one day.

Truth be told, he didn’t mind all that much. He had decidedly paternal feeling towards most of them anyway, especially the Maximoff kids, Parker, Lewis and now this clever little scientist lass Coulson had sent them, who apparently didn’t have the sense to know when exhaustion just had her beat. He sighed, shaking his head as he looked down at the peaceful face asleep on the cold, uncomfortable metal lab bench.

“I can see I’m going to have to add you to Lewis’ list of scientists to wrangle into getting enough sleep,” he said quite loudly, hoping she’d wake up. She didn’t so much as twitch.

With a sigh, Clint bent down and picked Jemma up. She nestled against his chest, making cute little murmuring sounds, making him sigh fondly. “You’re so cute when you’re tired, you know,” he told the sleeping scientist. “And you’re way too light. You’re going on the Must Eat More Regularly list, too.”

She never woke up, not when he carried her all the way upstairs and into her room, laying her down on her bed and taking her shoes off before tucking her in gently. “Sleep tight, Jemma,” he said quietly, smoothing her hair before turning out the light and closing the door as quietly as he could.

[squirrelstone]

Marvel Babies

Biohawk baby requested by @jemmaagentofshield "’I am not my mother. I am not my father. I am not their mistakes, and I am not their successes. I am not the government; I am not... I am not.’ And that is an excerpt from Paisley Barton’s new book, Between the Mists, coming out this summer. It will be the fourth and final book in the Worldwide Fear saga.”

Send me two characters, and I’ll fancast a child for them.

[ozhawkauthor]

Clint/Jemma + Roses please!

Takes place in the Truth In A Bottle‘verse!

Jemma’sfingers clenched again around the phone in her pocket as she watched the newsfootage on the TV. Saw again, in slow motion, Clint falling from yet anotherbuilding, caught by Iron Man just feet above the ground. Saw the ugly way hisbody snapped and twisted.

She’d got atext within seconds from FRIDAY assuring her that Clint was alive, but he wasvery clearly injured, perhaps badly. She’d texted Helen to ask for updates, butonly got a message that he was in the Cradle.

It wasValentine’s Day, and none of the others had gone on their dates, all clusteringaround her, keeping her company. Steve and Bucky both trying to reassure herthat Clint would be fine, but Jemma saw the look Natasha tried to hide and felta little sick.

“Where isshe?” a blessedly familiar voice demanded then, and she whirled around, hereyes widening.

He was there.He was there, wearing only a scruffy old T-shirt and joggingpants, but whole and healthy, a bunch of white roses clasped in his hand.

“Hey,darlin’,” Clint said, seeing Jemma’s white-face, her red-rimmed eyes. “Youwon’t get rid of me that easily. Especially not on Valentine’s Day.” He heldthe roses out towards her.

It was a goodthing he’d got thornless ones, he reflected a couple of minutes later, becausethey’d both have been scratched to hell when the force of her hug crushed theflowers to pulp in between them.

[ozhawkauthor]

For the Christmas and winter drabbles thing. Can you do Jemma and Clint and #4

Snowed in

“Well, it’s not quite how I hoped to spend Christmas Eve,but it’ll do,” Clint said diplomatically.

Jemma stared, distressed, around the tiny, generic hotelroom. It was clean; that was about the best that could be said for it. “I don’tunderstand, it never snows like this in England!” she looked unhappily out ofthe window, the midday sky outside turned dark with thickly swirling flakes. “It’snot even seventy miles from here to Sheffield…”

“And in a hire car without even snow chains, we wouldn’tmake it seven,” Clint told her firmly, putting his arms around her, making herlook up at him. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I won’t risk you like that. We’ll makeit tomorrow, you’ll still have Christmas dinner with your folks.”

Jemma melted against him, putting her hand up to touch hischeek. “I wanted to give you thatperfect family Christmas, like in the movies,” she said softly. “One like younever had, growing up.”

“Angel, the very fact that you want to take me home to meet your parents makes this the mostmiraculous Christmas I could ever have imagined.” He kissed her, long, slow anddeep. “It’s already my best Christmas ever,” Clint whispered against her mouth,drawing her over to the bed. “Utterly perfect.”

[jemmaagentofshield]

"You could have died!" [any muse]

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Jemma rolled her eyes as she turned back to the him, “But I didn’t! You take risks all the time! I saw a chance and I took it! It worked didn’t it?!”

She leaned back against the table, wrapping her arms around herself, “Clint, I’m just as much an agent as you are.  You risk your life every day, whats so different about me doing the same?