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CUDDLE MEME

what to do:
☆ post a comment with your character's name and fandom or preferences, if you have them.
★ use the magic RNG 1-12 to pick the cuddly scenario. or not.
☆ then cuddle it out!

cuddle choices:
① Sweet dreams It's been a long day and all you want to do is sleep or just rest your eyes for a bit. Hopefully whoever is close by doesn't mind if you use them as a blanket.
② Stormy weather The heavy rain, thunder and lightning won't be letting up anytime soon. Luckily, it's the perfect weather to stay indoors and snuggle up close and keep warm.
③ Lazy dancer It's the end of a party, or maybe it's only the two of you, but the tempo is slow and the lights are low. Let your dance partner take the weight and just sway.
④ Surprise attack Time to invade someone's personal space. Are they working too much and need a distraction? Maybe you just wanted to brighten their day. Either way, they won't see it coming.
⑤ Movie night It can be on the sofa or in a darkened theater, but you've got your popcorn and someone to settle against during your favorite movie.
⑥ I love you, man It's totally platonic, really. You're just very good friends, no matter what people like to think. But you just love your friend so much you want to hug them, whether they like it or not.
⑦ Jeepers creepers Welp. You were just frightened. Was it a spider in the washroom, a ghost in the attic, a bad dream? Either way, you're looking for someone to cling to right now, and who better than that person right there?
⑧ Hurt and comfort Whether you're sick in bed, just been dumped or suffered a traumatic event, you need someone to wrap their arms around you and make everything go away.
⑨ Sunday morning Maybe you just had a wild night. Maybe there’s just not enough space at your place and you need to share your bed. Or maybe you just got really tired and someone else happened to be there. Doesn't matter because now the person with you looks way more comfortable than any blanket or pillow. Drape to your heart’s content.
⑩ Moment after You just had incredible, vigorous sex (playing out is totally optional) and if you weren't a cuddler before, you are now. You're probably too exhausted to do anything else anyway. Just enjoy the moment.
⑪ Ménage à trois Or four, or five. Get a group and cuddle away.
⑫ Player's choice Pick one or make up your own!

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There was no chance she'd have been asleep, not after their sixteen hour snooze-a-thon. She wouldn't admit to her smile growing wider at the grin on his face, nope, not Natasha.

"You're like my own personal mind reader sometimes, I give you the vaguest suggestions and you get it every time. Points for the Hawk" She mumbled, rolling onto her stomach slowly, resting hands under his chin, not concerned she was now completely stuck in her sheets.

"I hope he doesn't. Wouldn't like to have it out with him, not again" No, she'd already nearly been crushed to death by his alter ego once, she didn't fancy a rematch. Her eyes followed him, shaking her head softly. "We didn't go too far, it was all vague, nothing substantial. Should keep them guessing for a while although maybe we need to lay off, just to let their minds tick even more." She shrugged again, smirk playing on her face, tongue dragging across her bottom lip slowly. "In public I mean."

“What can I say? I’ve always been observant,” he said, but it was more than that. They just seemed to get each other, they were so often on the same wavelength, and after years of fighting side by side, of learning to predict each other’s moves, they had gotten good at predicting other things as well. Of course it didn’t hurt that they spent so much time together out of the field as well.

“And I would hate to have to challenge him to protect your honour,” Clint teased. He was glad, though, that she didn’t regret their little show. It had certainly been fun, but he was definitely on board with just letting things lie now, letting them all stew about it while the two of them just went back to acting exactly how they always had... in public.

Watching her tongue glide over her plump bottom lip, he dropped his hands down on the mattress so he was now on his hands and knees. “And in private?” he asked in a low voice, leaning in to kiss her before she could answer but lingering only a moment. Pulling her lip into his mouth, he gently drug his teeth along it as he leaned back and away.

It had always amazed her how she'd somehow let herself get so attached to a single person when it had been drilled into her that forming bonds would only make her weak, that they'd make her second guess herself and yet here she was going against everything she'd been taught, constantly throwing herself in the line of fire for her partner.

If only they could see her now.

"You'd last less than I did, I only got away because I was running for my damn life" and because Thor had conveniently shown up at the right moment. The simple word 'Hero' was fitting.

She laughed softly, finding herself muffled by his lips and teeth biting at her lip. She'd have chased after him but the cocoon she'd built herself seemed to be keeping her pinned in position. "In private? What do you think? I'm sure you can guess without me saying it." Natasha smirked, wiggling herself to untangle her legs, rolling back over until one arm was fully free.

"Although I'll give you a hint, there's a lot of places in my room that we need to christen." Oh that innocent look was playing back on her features, eyes blown too wide to be real.

Clint managed to keep his smile in place but guilt flashed in his eyes momentarily, the guilt that always sat just below the surface whenever anyone mentioned that day on the helicarrier. It was because of him that the Hulk had been unleashed in the first place, because of him that she’d had to run and fight, and because of him that so many good agents had died.

He just tried not to think about it too much, and he figured the playful routine they were quickly falling into was a good distraction. A great distraction, really. The best. What did he need distracting from again?

“Well, I figure this nice, big bed is a good place to start,” he said with a wicked grin, grabbing the bundle of sheets and pulling her closer to him, making sure to keep her as wrapped up in them as he could, leaning down to kiss her again.

Natasha caught the look and mentally kicked herself. They'd never actually had that conversation because Natasha didn't entertain it, there had never been a good time to bring it up since but she was certain one of these days they were going to sit down and hell if she had to beat it into him that it wasn't his fault then she would.

"Oh? Is this you upping the ante because honestly.." She half yelped at suddenly being dragged across the bed, caught up in the sheets which tightened, binding one arm in place. Her free arm made a desperate attempt to stay out of the sheets by throwing itself around his neck, all words cut off under his lips as she laughed softly into his mouth.

It was moments like this that made her feel real. Not like a puppet who's strings had been snipped and who's limbs were stiff from lack of use. But someone who deserved something happy, and she could probably say this ranked pretty high in the 'things that made Natasha happy' list, not that it was a fully compiled list, fuck, not that she'd ever had many real, happy memories.

He didn’t only hear her laugh but felt it against his lips and it caused him to break the kiss with a wide smile. Sure, she made jokes, she cracked smiles, but not many got to see the playful side of the Black Widow, mostly because she didn’t let them. How often did she let herself just relax and have fun and be happy?

“Seems like you’re in quite a predicament,” Clint said, grinning down at her. Dropping a quick kiss to her lips, he trailed identical kisses down her neck, making sure to keep a good hold on the blankets to keep her mostly contained. “What are you gonna do about it,” he breathed against the hollow of her throat. Pulling the neck of the shirt down with one hand, he dropped his lips a little lower, over but above her heart, where he gave her skin a little extra attention.

She wasn’t the only one who could leave a mark.

Usually being restrained was something she didn't deal well with, residual fears from broken memories tended to haunt the actions yet there was no threat right? Natasha would play along for now, act helpless, make him seem in control.

She squirmed against him, fingers on her escaped arm raking through his hair. "There's a lot of things I could do." She mumbled, tilting her head back as he plucked at the neckline of his own shirt.

She was becoming pliable under his hands again, something she needed to remedy but right now she really didn't want to deal with it, too busy pushing her body into him, too busy trying to wiggle out the sheets.

He moved so he was straddling her legs with his knees, one hand still propping him up, but despite the distance between them she still managed to writhe against him as she tried to wriggle free. “Mmm, I bet there are,” he muttered. Raising his head, Clint admired his handiwork, the darkened patch of skin where he’d left his little ‘love bite’. It was much easier to conceal than the one she had left, and no chance of infection, but it was like a brand, a claim upon her.

Satisfied with his task, he brought his lips to hers again and, with his arms slipping around behind her, he rolled them both until she was now laying on top of him, one side of his body caught up in the sheets as well now. It was a bit counterproductive, putting even more layers between them, but he was having fun, and if he managed to make her laugh again then it was all worth it.

If Natasha could crane her neck to see she'd have scolded him. There was probably a mission waiting for her after this vacation period that required no marks, sure it was something she could hide but the last thing she needed was the reminder of Clint on her skin when she was trying to focus herself on another task.

She'd let this one slide, considering she'd left her teeth marks in his arm.

Natasha did laugh, mumbled against his lips once more as she finally managed to wriggle her other arm free, curling it around his neck as Clint rolled them over. The sheet pulled tight, caught up around them both and hell it would have been easier just to reach for her knife from under her pillow, but the effort that would entail seemed too much.

Trailing lips against his, down to the curve of his neck, tongue flattening against his pulse for a moment. "The other day, you asked me what I wanted and needed" Cam the murmur, lips still pressed against his skin, just below his ear. "I return the question back to you." Lifting up to balance her chin on the center of his chest, gazing up at him with a blank face.

Another laugh and Clint smiled against her, his arm around her holding her tightly. He lay his head back on the mattress as she trailed her lips down his neck, his hand sliding across her back. Her breath across his skin as she spoke sent a shiver down his back.

“Hmm, that’s quite a question,” he murmured, raising his head so he could meet her eyes, his free hand reaching up to take hers. “I want to explore every inch of your body.” He brought her hand to his lips to gently kiss her palm. “I want to taste you,” a quick kiss on her wrist, “inside and out.” A kiss on the inside of her arm. “I want to memorize every scar and every freckle.” Giving her a slight tug, he pulled her up to kiss her lips again. “And what I need is you.”

Natasha carefully watched him, every small action whether it be a touch of his fingers or his lips against her skin send a shudder rolling down her spine. And his words didn't help.

She wanted to be stronger than she was, keep holding his gaze, be in complete control like she always was, but it failed her completely. Probably because she'd never heard those words spoken in that tone, sure she'd heard similar from the lips of men before she'd slaughtered them, but this was all different. So she failed to keep her eyes open, failed to stop her breath hitching in her throat.

His lips found hers and effectively stole her breath, not for the first time it seemed, he was getting too good at that or maybe he'd always been able to do it, Natasha wasn't sure. Either way she was sure now would not be a good time to suggest Sleeping Beauty again.

"Then what are you waiting for?" She asked softly, teeth nipping at his bottom lip, tugging softly to trail the tip of her tongue along it.

Natasha knew somewhere she'd always been his, from the minute he'd found her, clipped her strings and rebuilt her as a woman not a puppet. From the moment he chased away the commanding Russian voices, how he'd subdued the biggest threat of them all.

"I'm right here, waiting for you to up the ante. Like I've always been here."

The reactions he managed to get out of her only made him want her more, and gods knew she could give back just as good, her tongue running along his lip making his eyes darken with desire. Her words, though, struck a different chord, and he just held her gaze a moment, softly brushing her cheek with his thumb. When he kissed her this time it was slow and tender, as if trying to put the purest depth of his feelings into it, but he didn’t give her long to think about it before rolling them back over and freeing himself from the hindering sheets.

Both hands free, he raised her arms over her head and held them there a moment before sliding his fingers back down her arms to grab the top of the sheet that still encased her and beginning to tug it down her body. Where the sheet went he followed, each new expanse of skin revealed ripe for his kisses, and this was only the beginning. He could be more thorough once she was completely free of all confining material.

Holding his gaze made her feel vulnerable, something she hadn't felt since she'd first laid eyes on him when Natasha had found herself at his mercy.
The kiss, however brief, stirred something inside of her, maybe the possibility of learning what love was, maybe wondering if this was it. She'd been thinking about it too much, and it only managed to frustrate her and second guess her feelings even more.

She laughed at his attempt to keep her hands where he'd laid them, there was no chance in hell they'd remain so far away from her object of affection and desire, no chance. But she'd play along for now, wiggling and raising her hips to aid in him untangling her from her own man-made cocoon, skin all but tingling with every kiss.

Her hands grew fidgety, wrapping them around the bed frame, bending knuckles, anything to keep them from reaching down and tugging at anything she could reach. She wanted to watch this so she propped herself up on her elbows instead to simply get a better view.

Clint wanted to just rip the sheets off of her but that would ruin the whole mood he was setting so he continued to tug it painstakingly down her body until it was over her hips, the last few feet much easier to accomplish. His kissed his way down one leg until he triumphantly tugged the blanket from her feet leaving her completely free. When he looked up at Natasha he found her watching him and he couldn’t help but grin wickedly at her.

Moving to her other leg he began to work his way back up; kissing, nibbling, flicking his tongue over her skin. He moved to the inside of her thigh, her skin warm against his lips, only stopping when the leg of her shorts impeded his progress.

“Agent Romanoff, you are wearing far too many clothes,” he teased, raising his head to look at her again as he hooked a finger in the waistband of the shorts.

He was going to kill her. She'd taken bullets, been knifed far too many times, choked out by strong hands yet Clint Barton was actually going to kill her with his kisses.

What was wrong with the world, honestly.

She couldn't actually formulate words, just swallowed hard and tried to steady her breathing. Okay nobody had ever taken this much care and attention with her, then again Natasha would never allow anybody to do this, nobody but him anyway.

"Then take some off" Natasha managed to spit out a response, legs twitching with the strain of just keeping herself still not not just getting up and latching herself onto him. This was his game and Natasha would play along as much as she could.

She dropped back onto the mattress, slide fingers down her bare stomach to tease the waistband of her shorts. "I mean, if you really want them off, you're the one dealing the cards.."

He could hear it in her voice that he was getting to her, and watching her run her hands down her own body was certainly getting to him. He had never been with a woman more beautiful, more confident than her, and even the scars that marred her otherwise perfect skin only added to her allure. Saying ‘he had it bad’ didn’t even begin to cover it.

Moving up her body, he took her hands in his and kissed her fingertips before releasing them again, his fingers sliding into the waistband of the shorts and starting to push them down, his lips pressing gentle kisses to her stomach. He slid his hands up her legs, bending them at the knees and pulling the shorts off over her feet. Kneeling on the foot of the bed he pushed her knees apart, trailing kisses down her stomach, below her belly button... lower.

Stopping, he raised his eyes to her face, not continuing until she met his eyes again.

Most people would shy away from their scars, reminders of all the bad things manifesting into a permanent mark. But for Natasha they became like trophy's, different periods in her life when she came too close to that fine line.

She was happy with her imperfections and she was happy to have them on display.

Natasha lifted hips to aid him, hands lightly ran through his hair before he was gone and out of her reach and she was left to tangle fingers into the shirt that was still knotted in place, fingers grasping the baggy material.

She felt his pause, had swallowed back her own fears and doubt because this was something she'd allowed very few to go, to be so close, it was an intimate act and it always made her pause.

She warily met his eyes, pupils dilating in the light. Natasha didn't know how to phrase it, didn't know if she should say something about her concerns or just keep her mouth closed. Then again Natasha was never very good at what she should and shouldn't do.

"You don't have to" She mumbled softly, raising herself back up on her elbows as she patiently watched him. "It's not something I, people don't.. it's fine." It's not that she didn't trust him or that she didn't want to nor that she didn't trust him enough. It was the fact that this was a step towards complete intimacy and that, in honesty, terrified her.

He had expected to see desire in her eyes, anticipation; he hadn’t expected fear and uncertainty. A crease forming between his brows, he sat up as she spoke. It’s not something she what? Not something she enjoyed? Not something she wanted? Not something she ever let people do? Not something she had ever done?

“It’s okay,” Clint said, rubbing her knee gently and giving her a reassuring smile. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t wanna do. There’s plenty of other things we can do instead.”

She felt one foot tall, worrying her lip with her teeth as she sighed softly. Okay so she'd half ruined the mood, but hell, she didn't care about ruining it. "It just doesn't normally... people don't normally care enough and it's something I've learnt to deal with." Usually by retreating to the shower if she ever got that far in the mood. It wasn't like nobody had ever offered, it had happened years ago, but since then she hadn't let herself get close enough to anybody.

"It's not that I don't want it, it's just something I'm not used to and if I get too twitchy.." Natasha gave him a half smile, too twitchy was a nicer way of saying she could potentially snap his neck.

Nobody wanted that.

"It's not that I don't trust you, I just don't trust myself plus, I kind of prefer fingers y'know, if you're serious" She shrugged and let the sudden tension go with that smooth roll.

They knew a lot about each other, more than anyone else in the world knew about either of them, but there were still a lot of things about Natasha that Clint didn’t quite understand. He knew how hard her life had been, but it was still often hard to grasp just how much it had effected her, just how deep the scars were that it left on her. How could he truly understand without having lived it himself?

“Hey, it’s alright,” he said. Lifting one of her legs, he moved it over to his other side to rest against her other. Crawling upwards, he stretched out on the bed beside her. “If you change your mind I’m more than willing,” he said with a smile, “But in the meantime... I took the lead the first night, so why don’t you lead me today?” They could move at her pace, and if it was too much, too soon then he would rather slow it down than risk scaring her off. “Whatever you want me to do. And yes, I’m serious.” His grin might have been in stark contrast to his words, but he meant it.

Natasha nodded along, groaning internally at herself. She was the Black Widow, always faced things down and overcame obstacles when they were in her path. This was an obstacle she just couldn't get over right now, maybe further down the line, if they managed to keep this up and get on with their working lives that is.

She was nodding, un-knotting his shirt and smoothing it down over her stomach. "You trust me enough to let me lead?" She asked softly, rolling onto her side to prop herself up so she could watch him. "Knowing what you know, having seen what I can do.. When I said I wanted to dominate you, I didn't want to bring work here, didn't want to make you a target." Reaching out to smooth fingers down his chest, eyebrow perking slowly. "I need to know that you trust me first.. and don't just say you do." Natasha moved, sitting up to slowly slide herself into his lap, hands now fisting his shirt to pull him up so she could balance legs either side of his waist, holding him close to her.

""Need you to be sure." She wasn't about to turn this into some fifty shades of grey shit, but the worry that Natalia would rear her ugly head was a concern.

Clint watched her move and let the melody of her words wash over him. The fact that she was bothering to explain meant a lot, she could have just as easily just taken him at his word, did whatever she wanted to him and hoped that he just rolled with it. “I know what you can do,” he agreed, rolling to lie flat on his back when she moved to straddle him. “But I also know you won’t use tactics on me like you do in the field.”

It wouldn’t be like that with them, it never had been. Work was work, and they didn’t take it home with them, that was the deal.

Letting her pull him up to sit, Clint rested his hands on the mattress slightly behind him and put his weight on them, his eyes never leaving Natasha’s.

“You’ve saved my ass more times than I can count, and you’ve had my back since the day I brought you in. You’re the only person in the world I do trust. Completely,” he admitted sincerely. No playful grin, no hidden smirk in his eyes, just pure and raw honesty.

Having him say that he trusted her was like a low blow in her stomach. Probably because she could never promise that her work wouldn't come home with her. Or that she wouldn't slip back into Natalia. Natasha could never promise anything like that. She could say that she'd try, but even that would seem tepid.

Natasha nodded, seemingly somewhat happy about his words and proceeded to trail fingers down his neck lightly, head ducking until her lips met the hollow of his throat. "Sit up and lean back against the frame." Words were soft but certainly a command, sitting up on her knees to give him room to move.

"Thanks, by the way. For taking a chance" for saving my life.

Clint closed his eyes only when she leaned in to kiss him, her lips warm against his throat. He did as he was told, shifting backwards so he could rest his back against the headboard. He knew it might seem like the same tactics at first, but she wasn’t harsh and commanding. Everything she did today would be only because she wanted to; no pressure, no obligation, just trust and need and desire.

Her sudden thanks took him by surprise. he didn’t have to ask what for, what he had taken a chance on, because the answer was always the same. It was the one thing she never let go, the debt she still felt she owed him no matter how many times over he felt it repaid. A more insecure man might have questioned the current turn in their relationship, if this was just a further way to pay off her debt, but the thought didn’t even cross Clint’s mind. He knew where they stood he knew the truth, and they had been slowly moving toward this for a very long time.

“Best gamble I ever made,” he replied. “I regret a lot of things I’ve done, but that was never one of them.”

He was too good for her. Natasha knew that was a fact, also knew she'd feel like that as soon as they'd crossed the line. He didn't deserve someone as broken and beaten as her, even though she seemed to be made out of stone she was constantly falling apart and rebuilding herself, constantly being repaired by glue and tape.

She didn't voice that, simply took his hands in hers, guiding them down along her body until she set them on her hips which rolled under the new found weight. Her hands left his, reaching up to smooth a finger over his smile lines, tracing with the pad of her finger. "Keep talking to me" Remind me who I am She murmured, lips finding the corner of his, pressing a kiss there as fingers traced every line and touched every freckle of his face. Like she was learning him in this new close proximity.