Trick-or-Treat Time!
Oct. 23rd, 2014 10:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crazy4orcasIn honor of All Hallow’s Eve, I’m inviting trick-or-treaters to my ‘door.’ Comment “trick-or-treat” to this post and…well, you know the drill. Treats can be anything that strikes my fancy (pics of fave actors or pairings, one sentence fics, graphics, a few words why I’m glad to have you on my flist, etc. etc.). The more “houses” to visit the more fun it’ll be, so go ahead, open your journal and help spread the fun!
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2014-10-24 02:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-24 03:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-24 03:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-24 10:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-27 10:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-31 01:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-31 01:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-31 01:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-31 01:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-31 01:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-31 01:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-10-31 01:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-02 06:31 am (UTC)Natasha was momentarily stunned and actually stopped in her tracks on the sidewalk outside Clint’s building. She took a long, appreciative look at Clint as he handed out candy to a tiny Captain America, a miniature Hulk, and what could only be described as the most adorable Princess Iron Man she’d ever seen. She’d have to tell Tony about the new modifications needed for his suit; she thought he’d look particularly dashing with sequins on his faceplate.
Clint was dressed in faded jeans, boots, and a blue plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing off his impressive forearms. The look was topped off with a black cowboy hat which he tipped at her when he looked up and saw her waiting. “Ma’am,” he drawled and his voice sounded a little off to her.
“Trick-or-treat,” she said. He offered her the bowl and when she reached for one of the candies, he grabbed her wrist and tugged her to him. Clint hissed and flashed a villainous grin, displaying a set of vampire fangs. The little trick-or-treaters squealed and ran off laughing. With a dramatically atrocious accent he said, “You’re mine now.”
Natasha put up a token struggle but gave in when he gently tugged her head back by the hair. He nuzzled her neck before nipping lightly with his fangs. She shivered against him and he whispered, “I’ll give you the rest of your treat inside.”
no subject
Date: 2014-11-02 06:36 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-02 06:37 am (UTC)Clint walked into the apartment with a triumphant grin and shook the bag he was holding at Natasha, “Another successful mission.” Lucky raised his head and eyed him for a moment before dropping back to sleep on the floor beside the couch where Natasha was curled up. She set her book down as Clint sat next to her and handed over the bag. She quickly tore into it and ripped open the wrapper on one of the candy bars inside.
“What took you so long? Lucky was worried,” she said after swallowing a huge bite of the chocolate covered bar.
“I can tell,” Clint replied as they both glanced at the now softly snoring dog. “I went to three different stores and they were all out of Snickers.”
Natasha raised an eyebrow at him as she took another bite.
“I, uh, kinda went trick or treating,” he said sheepishly, a tinge of pink coloring the tips of his ears.
This time both eyebrows rose, “You went trick or treating?”
“That’s what took me so long. I had to scope out the houses that were giving out full sized bars, none of that fun sized crap for my baby.” He placed his hand on the growing swell of her belly and leaned in for a Snickers flavored kiss.
no subject
Date: 2014-11-02 11:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-02 11:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-02 11:52 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-11-20 03:01 am (UTC)At first Natasha kept telling herself, and Barton, that the cover required it. Such a simple thing really, but the fact that she enjoyed it had initially unsettled her. Sure, she’d had experience with the process before. But those previous occasions had been rushed, had been part of intelligence gathering. They’d had no finesse or artistry and certainly no results like the ones she was getting now.
She and Barton been tasked with trailing a socialite and her entourage while on vacation. They were hoping to catch her passing off information from her gun-running father to one of his buyers. The newness of their partnership and the need for testing it in the field almost made up for the indignation of the simplicity of the mission.
Her irritation had faded the first night though. When they got back to their hotel room, she’d downloaded the photos she’d taken and was browsing through them while Barton was in the shower. Their cover as photojournalists for a travel magazine had required her to take dozens of pictures throughout the day. She’d quickly grown bored of snapping shots of their mark on the beach or on the various tours they’d followed her on. Natasha had turned some of her attention to getting pictures of the landscape, all as part of the cover of course.
But that first night, as she looked at her results, she realized she’d taken some really good photos. Over the next several days, she found she enjoyed the process; enjoyed finding the right angle, the right lighting, the right composition. And each evening when she was able to view her photographs on the larger computer screen, she liked her results even more.
The mission was a bust as far as evidence gathering was concerned, but Natasha had gained something she valued even more than a successful job. She’d found something she could enjoy for herself, something that was hers. In an uncharacteristic display of sentimentality, she kept a USB drive with her best photos from that trip and hoped to eventually add to it. And she’d never admit it, but her favorite shot was a candid she’d taken of Clint the last morning they were at the beach.
no subject
Date: 2014-11-20 03:03 am (UTC)It was really too hot and humid a day to be as close as they were but Natasha didn’t care. She wanted the closeness and knew Clint wasn’t thinking about his own comfort at the moment. She was curled up on her side, head in Clint’s lap and she had a tight grip on the arm he had draped over her. He was slowly keeping the porch swing in motion and gently running his hand through her hair.
The horrific images that had jarred her awake to the sound of her own screaming were beginning to fade. She finally began to relax and loosened her grip on Clint’s arm. She lightly rubbed at the marks her fingers had dug into his skin and then raised his hand to her lips to kiss his knuckles.
“Better?” he asked.
“Getting there,” she replied. Natasha took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She twined her fingers through his and held their hands to her chest.
Clint started humming a tune she vaguely recognized. The bright sunlight, the sounds of birds chirping, and a trio of dancing butterflies finally chased away the last traces of the red from her nightmare.
no subject
Date: 2014-11-20 03:06 am (UTC)Natasha was coming over for dinner and a movie and she was late. She wasn’t yet late enough to worry Clint, but it was unusual for his normally very punctual partner.
He added the finishing touches to his homemade meatloaf (his secret ingredient was Texas Pete hot sauce), put it in the oven and set the timer. As a small concession to Natasha’s attempts to get him to eat healthier, he tossed a simple salad and put it in the refrigerator to keep.
It was turning out to be a nice evening after the heat of the day so he opened his window and took a beer out on the fire escape. He was hoping to catch sight of his date, and almost dropped his beer when he saw her.
Clint would be taking this image with him to the grave. No one would believe him anyway even if he did want to share it and he absolutely wanted to keep this to himself. There she was, one of the deadliest people in the world, the infamous Black Widow and she was laughing like a carefree kid. He could just make out the sound of her laughter along with the sing-song chant of the girls she was with. Yeah, he thought, no one would ever believe him, but Natasha Romanoff could do an awesome double-dutch.
no subject
Date: 2014-11-21 10:13 pm (UTC)Callow Project
Date: 2017-01-03 01:43 am (UTC)http://lesbianbdsm.xblog.in/?facebook.summer
erotic dreams erotic horror movie megan fox erotic nudes
Public pictures
Date: 2017-01-16 12:46 am (UTC)download latest apps sony ericsson u10i aino free puzzle games for android tablet badoink android app free weather apps free download
http://androidporn.blognet.pw/?dispatch.marissa
wallpapers girl sexy chess download for android android app for computer mobile apps apk download apk apps download freeware
купить квадроцикл
Date: 2017-01-21 04:05 pm (UTC)