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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 8 months

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appreciation

Clint Barton x F!Reader

Prompt: “is that my shirt?”

Summary: you borrow one of clint's shirts after a fight leaves yours ruined, and he can't help but show you just how much he likes seeing you wear it.

Warnings: smut, mdni, cock-warming, oral sex (female receiving), fluff.

Word Count: 1,616

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“You know, if SHIELD wants us to keep doing all these recon missions in plain clothes, you’ve either got to stop blowing our cover, or they’ve got to start reimbursing me for clothes,” you called out drily as you stepped out of the bathroom, flinging your ruined shirt away in disdain. An unplanned brawl had ended with your shirt torn and your jeans stained, and you’d forgone reporting in in person to make a pitstop at your partner’s apartment. He’d drawn the short straw to call it in, and you’d made liberal use of his shower while he patched himself up.

“I swear I didn’t do it on purpose,” Clint called back from the other room. “There were…”

“Honey, if you say ‘extenuating circumstances’, I’m gonna kick your ass.” you replied, grabbing a shirt out of a drawer and slipping it on over your head. Pain thrummed through your shoulder, and you grimaced but otherwise ignored it. The shirt dampened with the wet hair clinging to your neck, the hem of it skirting along the top of your thighs indecently.

“Safe to say I wasn’t, seeing as I can’t even pronounce…” Clint trailed off as he entered, a couple of fresh bandages taped over his ribs. His phone was still in his hand, the screen dark. “Is that my shirt?”

You looked down at yourself for a brief moment, nodding. “Uh, yeah? I don’t have any clothes here, and I didn’t think you’d—”

“That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

You couldn’t help a disbelieving scoff. “Seriously? I—”

The phone fell from Clint’s hand, bouncing on the carpet. He closed the distance between you, took hold of your waist and pulled you into a kiss. His hands bunched in the shirt over your waist, tugging the fabric taught against the small of your back and urging you closer to him. You whined against his lips, your own hands moving to clutch at his biceps. When you parted, Clint spoke a breath away from your lips, a surprising roughness in his voice that sent a thrill right down through the middle of you.

“Yes, seriously. Now stop arguing.”

You laughed as he pushed you gently back against the bedside table. It rattled as it hit the wall and Clint’s mouth met yours again. Wrapping your arms around his neck, your lips parted in a gasp as Clint’s mouth moved from yours to kiss the side of your throat. He lingered there teasingly; his breath hot against your neck as his fingertips trailed up the outside of your naked thighs.

Your fingers ran through his hair as he moved lower, kissing his way down over the skirt to the hem of it. You whimpered as he knelt in front of you urged your thighs apart. “Clint—”

He gave your thigh an open-mouthed kiss, his teeth teasing over the sensitive flesh as his hand journeyed up your other leg. Clint hesitated as he realized you hadn’t had the chance to put your underwear back on, sighing almost reverently. His breath made goosebumps rise on the inside of your thighs. You shivered.

“Fuck…”

“Oh, God, Clint…” you moaned as he buried his face between your legs, his tongue immediately finding your clit. You almost fell back against the bedside table, your hand grasping at the top of the bedhead to your left. Your other hand ran fingers through his hair, the answering ache in your shoulder worth the way he groaned into your cunt. His arms wrapped tightly around your thighs, grabbing at the flesh of them holding you in place under his tongue.

The edge of the wood bit into the back of your thighs, and Clint pushed them further apart. You obliged by sitting on the table, planting one foot on the mattress beside you. Clint rewarded you by sliding a finger into you, his eyes meetings yours from between your thighs.

Fuck, he was good at this. He seemed to truly relish it, and the feel of his bare shoulders pressing up against your thighs, forcing them to stay spread wide, made you shudder. You arched further into his touch with a moan as he reached up to squeeze your breast through his shirt.

Bucking under his tongue, your shoulders falling back against the wall, you heard his too-old alarm clock crack dully against the carpet. Your eyes rolled back behind closed lids, and when you came it was with a drawn-out moan of his name, your thighs quivering on either side of his head.

Before you could even catch your breath Clint rose, a pained grunt quietly leaving him as he pressed a hand to the bandages on his side. Still, he didn’t hesitate to kiss you again, his erection pressing against your stomach as he leaned into you. You shuddered as the fingers of his other hand continued to tease against your clit slowly.

Palming him through his sweats, you smiled as Clint groaned against your mouth, and he broke away to press his forehead against yours. Standing on shaking legs, you gently forced him to turn so you could urge him back onto the bed. Clint snickered as his back met the mattress obediently, but the sound died in his throat as he watched you move to straddle his lap slowly, the shirt riding up on your thighs.

You tugged his sweats down to his mid-thighs, tracing your nails up along his sensitive skin. Clint’s head fell back against the bed as you lowered yourself against him, mindful of his injury.

“So, I got all that just for borrowing a shirt?” you asked, grinding yourself slowly against the length of his cock.

Clint’s hands found your legs, sliding up along them take hold of your hips. “Oh, you’re keeping the shirt.”

You giggled, leaning down and bracing yourself on your good arm to kiss him again. Clint wrapped his arms around your middle, hand slipping up under the soft fabric to spread over your lower back. “And just like that, step one of my evil plan is complete.”

Clint smiled, his nose bumping affectionately against yours. “And what’s the endgame here, mastermind?”

You kissed the underside of his jaw. “I’m going to keep on stealing your clothes until you’re left butt-ass naked and at my mercy.”

Clint chuckled, cupping your cheek and bringing your mouth back to his. He kissed you slowly and long, another wave of delicious giddiness swirling in your belly.

“Downright devious,” he mumbled with a smile against your lips, the words melting into a deep, heady moan as the next slow roll of your hips over his pressed the head of his cock into you. Your eyes closed as you lowered yourself further onto him. His lips caught yours again, moving to your chin, the underside of your jaw, the base of your throat. Clint cursed breathlessly as you began to fuck yourself lazily on his cock. “Shit, baby…”

His hands moved to your backside, massaging the flesh, pressing your body tighter against his. Clint’s lips dusted over your jaw, cheek, and your forehead, your nose crinkling as his lips brushed lightly along the tip of it. The light filtering through the blinds cast his skin in a warm glow, his eyes alight with an affection that warmed the very core of you.

The way he looked at you… the heat in his eyes mixing the way he filled you… the both of them sent a dizzying high dancing up your spine. You barely moved, the two of you near-breathless just from the feeling of him inside you. You lay your head on his chest, basking in the warmth of his embrace and the sun. The next words left you unwillingly. “…Exactly how soon do they expect us to report in?”

Clint groaned softly, his hand sliding up your back. “I was hoping you weren’t going to ask me that.”

You pouted, turning your head to rest your chin on his chest. “That soon, huh?”

You whimpered as Clint pushed his hips up into yours, agonizingly slow. His hand moved into your hair, fisting in the locks as he pulled you into another kiss. This was deeper than the brief, affectionate brushes of his lips, hungrier. More passionate. You moaned into it.

“We’ve got time,” he told you softly, groaning into another kiss as you began to roll your hips against his again. You fucked him slow, steadily, your body tingling wherever it met his. Clint slipped a hand between you, and your eyes rolled back, closing as he touched two fingers to your clit.

“Fuck…”

“Uh, uh, sugar,” he murmured, his other hand cupping your cheek. “Eyes open for me.”

You cursed again, too focused on the building sensation in your core to respond.

“C’mon, baby, please,” he urged, his voice torn with desire and his own steadily approaching release. After teasing each other, after just feeling you squeezing around him, he was too far gone already. “Look at me.”

You forced your eyes open dazedly, lips parting as you hovered inches over him. Clint’s breath tickled your lips, his hands tightening on your hips before you both came, your body shaking over his.

“Damn…” you sighed, letting your head fall back against his chest. Clint chuckled breathlessly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. His arms encircled your waist again, fingers linking together loosely.

“You can say that again.”

“Damn.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Clint snickered, shaking his head against the mattress. “I meant what I said about you keeping the shirt.”

“Good,” you replied with a smile. “Because there is no way I am ever going to give it back now.”

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amasterpieceofmadness · 2 months

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How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day

pairings Clint Barton x reader warnings none, teeth rotting fluff, implied smut

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You haven’t heard of Clint in a couple of days, thinking he is on a mission. You are upset and you miss horribly. So, it was a big surprise for you to find one of his arrows stuck in the doorframe of your apartment. Attached to it is a little letter, which you open. There’s not much information on it, except for “Come to my place. Pack for the night. Love you, Clint” You smirk at his words and do just as he told you and an hour later your car pulls into his driveway. The front door creaks as you open it a bit with your key, immediately catching Clints attention. He comes around the corner and greets you with a warm smile and a soft hug. “I’ve missed you” he whispers into your hair, still holding you close. “That much that you needed to make a hole into my door?” you chuckle, which makes him chuckle as well. “It’s Valentines Day” he shrugs while pulling you with him into the living room. There’s a fire crackling in the fireplace and Clint set up a little picnic in front of it. He smiles warmly as he sees your reaction and makes you sit down next to him on the blanket on the floor. The light is dimmed, only a few candles are lit, and the fire itself. This romantic evening is exactly what you two needed after being apart for so long due to his mission. And you spent the whole evening, and night, chatting, kissing, cuddling, and snacking, and maybe even a bit more in front of the soft crackles of the fire, keeping you warm.

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hoppers-babygirl · 4 months

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Lover Boy

word count: 3362

author: hoppers-babygirl

kofi link: hoppers-babygirl

warnings: pure smut- literally pure smut lol

pairings: Clint Barton x Unnamed reader

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Your legs were on his shoulders, your thighs seizing up every time his tongue flicked against your swollen bud. Fingers tangling in his messy blonde hair, tugging as his fingers curl perfectly inside you. “Baby please I need more.” Your voice is light and breathy. Teasingly he slips his fingers from your tight entrance. This causes you to whine loudly. “Fuck, please baby. You know how much I need you.”

You’re a panting mess as he makes his way up your body once more. Kissing up your thighs, across your pelvis, over your belly button, through the valley of your breasts before finding your lips. You gasp as his lips practically devour yours in a passionate kiss. His tongue slides across your bottom lip silently asking for permission. Parting your lips, your tongues colliding, you can taste yourself on his lips. His hand slips between your bodies lining his length up to your dripping entrance.

Triumphantly you wriggle your hips in anticipation but he continues to tease you even as you tug on his swollen bottom lip. He enjoyed seeing you so needy and feral for him, it boosted his ego and made his cock twitch with every sweet little sound that left your lips. You sucked on his tongue causing a moan to slip from his lips and for the last of his resolve to melt away. He let out a deep groan as he finally pushed into your warm wet heat. Your walls eagerly greeted his length, you broke the kiss to let out a relieved whimper, after all that teasing and dragging things out was worth it just to feel his bulbous tip tracing against your velvety walls with every drag of his hips.

Calloused fingertips brushed slowly against your soft skin which caused goosebumps to raise upon our sticky skin. Breathy moans pressed against your throat as he buried his face against the nape of your neck with each thrust. His fingers digging into your plush hips, your own finding his mussed blonde hair and tugging gently as you felt his hips quicken their pace for just a moment. Despite Clint’s teasing even he couldn’t resist just how good you felt wrapped around his throbbing shaft. The room was filled with the sounds of your mixed pleasure which only encouraged his thrusts.

Eventually you tugged the strands of his hair so he’d look up at you, leaning in as you pressed your lips against his, the kiss not as hurriedly as before but just as passionate as he drank in your whimpers and moans. Your thighs trembled as his hips pushed and pulled between your legs in slow, harsh thrusts. He moved his knee a bit and raised your leg just enough so he could somehow push in deeper causing you to gasp. Your hands trailed down his neck to his muscular back, your short nails still dug into his skin as you tried to somehow anchor yourself as if you were going to float away from just how good you felt. He grunted against your tacky skin as you scratched up and down his back.

Licking his lips he peppered kisses across your throat and down your neck, his thrusts stuttered as he leaned his head down to press open mouth kisses to your supple breasts. Your nipples perked at the feeling of his breath ghosting across them as he continued to kiss your heated flesh. Teasingly he let his teeth graze the flesh of your breast as you helplessly pawed at him, his actions rendering your voice useless. But he knew just what you wanted and for once he easily gave in and in an instant his lips wrapped around your sensitive bud as his fingers tweaked and teased the other.

Your back arched up to press further into his mouth and into his touch as your leg hooked around his ass, pulling him in closer to you as his thrusts slowed almost to a stop. He hadn’t meant to stop but fuck did your walls feel so good just clenching and quivering around his shaft. Gently he tugged your nipple between his teeth before he pulled back with a devilish grin as your face twisted in pain and pleasure as the feeling sent a jolt through your body.

“Please baby.” You breathed out as you looked down at him, his hands still massaging your breasts as he looked down at you adoringly.

“I know princess, I know I can feel it.” He replied softly before he moved in closer once again and captured your lips in another kiss.

He could feel just how badly you needed him, your body practically vibrating in need and excitement. He hadn’t meant to draw it out this much but he just loved seeing you like this. His hands moved to the backs of your thighs as he moved them up, your knees bent and closer to your face as he now pushed in deeper making you moan. You held onto his biceps as he began to thrust now with more power behind his hips as he was chasing both your releases.

Your hand moved between your bodies as your nimble fingers rubbed your sensitive bud in tight quick circles. Clint groaned as your walls squeezed around his cock as you rubbed your clit. His shaft slick from your juices, squelching sounds filled the room as he fucked into you faster. His weight laid on you in the most delicious way as his hips pistoned. His heavy balls slapped against your puffy cunt with each of his thrusts. As he neared his edge he began to grunt and groan, his eyes squeezed shut as he bit down on your shoulder.

Your legs quivered and the knot in your belly snapped, crying out as your wetness gushed around his cock making him pull back just enough to watch your mess with a proud smirk on his lips. “Look at how pretty that mess is baby, god I love it when you’re just making a mess on my dick.” He moaned and pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips as the shocks of your orgasm coursed through your veins.

After a few short sloppy thrusts he groans into your lips, his cock pulsing deep inside you as rope after rope of his warm sticky seed filled you up. Your walls milking his cock as his own orgasm worked its way through his body. His hands moved to your sides, he broke the kiss to gasp out a breath. “Fucking shit- Princess. Feels so good filling you up.”

You grinned up at him with a dopey look, moving your legs to wrap around his waist to keep him buried to the hilt inside you, your fingers slow down but never stop as you wanted to prolong your orgasm he had been teasing in front of you all day. “We need to do this more often.” You whispered and ghosted your lips across his.

He chuckles and after a moment his orgasm subsides, he caresses your cheek sweetly as he gives you a look full of adoration. “I’d be more than happy to spend the rest of my days like this with you, Princess.” The pet name made you smile and give him one last kiss.

The two of you laid in bed still connected just enjoying the feeling of one another. After a few moments he peppered sweet kisses to your face and gently slipped from within you, a small mess ensued but his thick digits pushed the sticky mess back inside your quivering pussy. You whimpered at the feeling and reached out for him but he quietly shushed you.

“I won’t be long, I’m gonna get you something to drink and then I’m going to run us a bath okay?” His voice was gentle as he spoke to you.

You nodded and pulled the messed blankets over your body as you watched him walk out the bedroom. You couldn’t help the feeling of relaxation and content that fell over you nor could you help the sleepiness that pulled you under as you waited for him to come back.

You dozed off for what felt like a few minutes but in reality was a couple hours, you only woke up once you felt Clint gently shaking you awake. You didn’t register what he said until he held up your favorite water bottle and helped you sit up in bed.

“Here you go, baby. I know you're still sleepy but you need to drink and eat dinner. I ordered pizza, I hope you don't mind.” He gave you a sheepish smile, he was sure you’d be sick of pizza but he can’t help it that it’s something fast and easy to deliver to your apartment.

Sitting up you stretched and let out a quiet groan, your body was sore from your earlier activities which made you giggle softly to yourself as you thought back but Clint’s soft touch pulled you from your thoughts. “Cmon, Princess, let's get some dinner for you then we can get that bath I promised you earlier.”

He’s dressed in a pair of boxers as he stands to help you up, you found the gesture sweet as you took his hand. His other hand held the shirt he was wearing earlier that you so gracefully threw on the floor as the two of you found your way into bed.

“Here you can wear this and I’ll meet you in the kitchen for dinner.” He handed you the shirt and kissed your cheek, leaving you to go to the bathroom to clean up a little before you joined him in the kitchen.

At least three boxes of pizza awaited you on the counter, your stomach growling at the delicious scent of the pizza, you made your way over only to be handed a beer and a plate of pizza. “Thank you, it looks great.” You hummed and sat down at the island where he soon joined you with his beer and plate of pizza.

“No problem, I figured you needed the rest so I just wanted to order something fast and easy for us to enjoy for dinner.” He explained before he took a bite of his pizza.

You nodded in agreement, “I didn’t realize I’d be that tired afterwards.” You chuckled.

He smiled triumphantly at your words. Playfully you swat his chest and he laughs.

“Yeah yeah I know that just boosts your ego even more.” You said with a smile on your lips.

“I can’t help that I like hearing just how good I fucked you and wore you out.” He playfully held his hands up defensively.

You shook your head at him, but you couldn’t help finding it amusing yourself as well. Eventually you two finished up your dinner and spent some time just chatting and catching up about how your days at work had been. Which sounded a little silly seeing as he was an avenger and you were just an accountant for Stark Industries but you liked your job nonetheless and you enjoyed hearing about his job even if it did scare you just about every time you heard the news but you did your best not to focus on that part too much.

You both agreed to go to the annual Stark Christmas party which you hoped wouldn’t be too crazy as it’s been in the past but you figured Pepper wouldn’t let Tony get too crazy and so far the budget for the party didn’t seem too out of place.

His calloused fingers pushed back a piece of stray hair behind your ear which made a smile break out across your lips, he leaned forward and pressed a deep kiss against them.

You moaned quietly, just a noise of appreciation really, but soon enough the kiss ended and Clint stood up holding his hand out to you. “Why don’t we get into that bubble bath I promised you?” He hummed.

You nodded and took his hand where he led you into your ensuite bathroom before he gently dropped your hand so he could get the water started for you both. As you waited you pulled the shirt off and over your head before going to the closest to pick out the perfect bubble bath for the mood.

Champagne and rose petals, that seemed like it could be romantic enough plus it added a bit of glitter to the water which you always loved. He slipped out his boxers and took your discarded clothes away in a nearby hamper as you swirled the scented bubble bath in the water. He dimmed the lights and made his way over to you, lifting your hair as he stood behind you his lips found your neck and shoulder. You smiled at the intimate kiss on your skin.

You turned in his arms to face him, your arms wrapped around his shoulders as his own found their way to your hip where he pulled you flush against his body. His semi hard length pressed against your soft thigh and you let out a quiet moan at the feeling. He leaned in and pressed another kiss to your lips, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips. A choked moan slipped from your lips which he greedily drank up as your mouths moved in harmony.

After a moment you pulled back and caught your breath before he led you into the large tub filled with the beautiful bubbles. The heat of the water felt good on your skin, Clint sat behind you despite the space in the tub for you both. Which you didn’t mind especially when he pulled you back into his strong arms, your back against his muscular chest as his arms wrapped around your soft middle. You closed your eyes and hummed in content, relaxing against him but it seemed his hands had other plans as they scrawled across your belly, fingertips brushing against your breasts as he teased you easily from this position. Your lips curled into a playful smirk as his hands traveled higher and he soon cupped your breasts in his hands, his cock now pressing against your back as he attached his lips to your neck he began to suck a mark onto your skin.

Your own hands braced themselves on his thighs as he continued to explore your warm soapy skin just as he was now. You leaned your head back on his shoulder which gave him more access to leave kisses against your skin. Which is exactly what he did, his teeth scraping against your pulse point causing you to gasp, his cock twitched against your back. Your hands moved from his thighs to between your own plus thighs, your fingers brushing your sensitive bud eliciting a whimper from your lips. He continued to kiss and suck and mark your throat and neck as much as he could reach from his spot behind you. His hands now massaging and groping your tits, your nipples pebbled at the feeling and only added to your arousal. Slipping a finger into your messy entrance you moaned out which caught his attention, he swatted your hand away and replaced it with his own. His thick digits soon pushed into your fluttering hole and you gasped, your hands once again bracing on his thighs as he pumped his wrist.

You gasped and whined, your hips rolling against his fingers as you wanted more, his teeth dug against the flesh of your shoulder as the movement of your hips teased his cock. His fingers curled deep inside you and you cried out. The sound made him remove his fingers from inside you and he pushed you up a bit, you were a little confused until you realized what he was doing behind you as you sat up on your knees. Peering over your shoulder you moaned at the sight of him stroking his cock in his fist.

His hand reached out to pull you back to him and with a little adjusting you easily found yourself seated on his cock once again.

You puffed out a breath as you began to move your hips, riding him at a slow and steady pace. The water around you both began to sway with every movement but you didn’t care much as all you could really bring yourself to care about was just how good of a slight burn the stretch of his cock felt as you rode him in this position. Both of you preferred to see one another when you had sex but you couldn’t deny the moments when it became too much for you both and Clint would bend you over the closest place and take you right then and there and today seemed to be one of those days for you both.

He grunted and groaned as he watched the fat of your ass bounce with every thrust of his hips as he impatiently moved to meet your hips. His hand kneaded the flesh that bounced beautifully right in front of him, soon enough his large hand came down and he spanked you earning a choked moan from your lips.

“Fuck- you look perfect like this taking my cock.” He mumbled as he watched your pussy devour his cock. You let out a breathy laugh at his words, your arms grew a little tired as you held yourself up but you liked how mesmerized he was by your body so you didn’t mind just a few more thrusts.

“Feels so good when you’re filling me up.” You yelped out as he brought you back down on his hips rather harshly.

“Wanna see you, please.” You whined and tried to move from his grip to which caused him to give your ass another spank and you huffed in annoyance, mostly because you were just being a whiny brat.

He chuckled and let you move from him so you could turn to face him which you did happily. Afterwards you sunk back on his cock with a moan, your hands resting on his chest as you both moaned at the feeling of your walls clenching around his shaft once again.

You leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips and soon enough you two fell back into a harmonious rhythm between your thrusts and soon enough you were panting, he leaned his head down and captured your nipple between his lips as his hand moved to rub our clit in quick circles.

HIs tongue swirled and teased the bud before he pulled back and did the same to your other breast, your fingers tugged at his hair, his scalp pickled at the feeling and he bucked his hips up harshly.

He pulled back and gave your sternum a kiss before he looked up at you with a blissed out grin to his lips. “You gonna cum for me baby?” He cooed.

You nodded and picked up the speed of your hips, the water splashing around by now but you didn’t give a second thought as his fingers gave your clit a slight pinch and soon enough you cried out, your head tilted back and your nails dug into his shoulders as your body quaked.

“Fuck!” You called out. He picked up speed, holding you close to his chest and with a few more thrusts he soon buried into the hilt and filled you up with his hot seed.

You both were panting, a guttural groan fell from his lips as your walls quivered and clenched around his shaft as he throbbed deep inside.

After a few moments and your orgasms subsided he peppered sweet kisses across your chest, neck, throat and face. As much of your skin that he could reach he left a kiss. He pulled out of you, making you both whimper, but he gave your lips a soft kiss.

“Why don’t we get cleaned up, Princess?” He hummed with a proud smirk on his lips as he took in just how beautiful you looked above him.

The rest of your afternoon was spent washing one another in the peaceful silence of your apartment.

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tangerinesgf · 1 year

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Crimes Of Passion

Clint Barton x fem!reader

Summary: Clint is tired of his relationship with Laura, that’s where you come in.

Tags/warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, cheating, language, breeding kink (this man has 3 kids you can’t convince me otherwise), slight praise kink, slight age gap but both parties are consenting adults, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v sex, orgasm denial (only once), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

A/N: I can’t even begin to explain how self-indulgent this thing is gonna be. Tumblr is seriously lacking Clint content, so I came to the rescue. I’m not very experienced in writing smut yet and this isn’t proofread so go easy on me. Also please don’t read if cheating offends you :)

“No one can hear us here, just let go for me, baby.”

Clint could feel your muscles relax underneath him at his words. Your hand fell away from your mouth and moans started to spill out from your lips.

“That’s it, good girl. God you sound so pretty like this.” he muttered. You could feel the vibrations of his voice on your clit before he stuck his tongue back into your pussy.

“Fuck, Clint!” your hands gripped his hair.

You and Clint had gotten so used to sneaking around, making sure that no one would see or hear you, that having the freedom to completely let go felt strange to the both of you. Usually you had to make do with broom closets or your room in avengers tower, which was less than private considering the avengers couldn’t help but stick their nose into everything but their own business. And Clint’s house was just off limits.

You tried it once, but had to cut it short because Laura was home earlier than expected and Clint had to pretend he was showing you the house as if he hadn’t just been balls deep inside you 10 minutes ago. It had been the most uncomfortable situation you had ever been in, but somehow you got away with it.

There were a few times you had nearly been caught, but the two of you always managed to talk your way out of any situation. And although after a year of fooling around the avengers might have their suspicions, his wife was still absolutely clueless.

Having an affair with a married man was definitely not a walk in the park, but as you were laying here with Clint eating you out like a starved man, you didn’t care about any of that. You didn’t care about getting caught or all the consequences you would eventually be facing. For now it was just Clint.

His hands were firmly holding your hips down as he fucked every coherent thought out of your mind with just his tongue, only leaving room for him. You know you should feel terrible, but how could you when he was making you feel this fucking good. He had completely ruined you for any future partner.

“You taste like fucking heaven, d’you know that?” He paused his actions and looked up at you from his position between your legs. You whined at the loss of his touch and let your head fall back on the pillows. You could see his lips glistering with your juices in the dim light of the hotel room.

Clint looked at you in your blissed out state.

You cried out when he slowly pushed one finger inside you without warning, lazily pumping it along your walls. His pace was torturous and you tried moving your hips to meet his trusts, but his other hand still held you down.

“Clint, please.”

He crawled over you, making sure his hand kept moving in the mean time.

“Patience, baby.” the archer muttered into your ear.

Your groan of frustration turned into a moan when he pushed another finger in between your folds. He quickly cut you off with a deep kiss. You were hungry for him and he for you, devouring each other with a passion Clint hadn’t had in years before he met you. Your hands moved to the back of his head, grabbing his hair to pull him impossibly closer to you, only pulling away when you needed to catch your breath.

Slowly Clint started to increase the pace of his fingers and you could feel yourself getting closer as he switched between crooking his fingers inside you and pumping them in and out.

“I-I’m close-”

And with that he pulled away his hand away from you, leaving you with an extremely unsatisfying and empty feeling.

“The fuck Clint?”

“Only way I’m letting you cum is on my cock.” He leaned back and started undoing his belt, throwing it across the hotel room, followed by his pants and eventually his underwear

“I hate you.”

“No you don’t” he grinned as he crawled back over you.

“No I don’t.” you pulled him back on top of you, kissing him hard.

When he managed to get out of your grasp he lined himself up with your cunt, slowly pushing himself into you, dragging a moan from deep inside your throat.

God you loved the feeling of him inside you, he made you feel so full. Every time it would feel like that first time he fucked you in some broom closet in the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicarrier.

He gave you a second to adjust to his size again. When you nodded he started to move inside you. He started slow, too slow for you liking, you were done with all the build up.

“Please, Clint.”

“What do you want baby?”

“F-faster.”

“God my wife never gets this riled up anymore.” There was something so arousing about him calling Laura his wife instead of by her name. It added to the thrill of it all.

He immediately picked up his pace, rutting into you like it was his last day on earth. Every thought left your mind, except for the way he was fucking you. You firmly held onto his shoulders as Clint started to kiss you from your neck down to your stomach.

“I know you said no marks... but what if I put them where nobody except for me will see them?”

It was a rule the two of you had established to keep others from finding out, and while it was unfortunate you could live with that, Clint however found it very difficult to keep it.

“Really?” you breathed out.

“I can’t help it, darling, I just want you so bad.” how could you deny him when he was looking at you with those stupid puppy eyes. He could get you to do anything with those eyes.

Since you could barely form a coherent thought or word at the moment all you did was nod at him. Just when he started to make little love bites all over your stomach his phone rang and he stopped all of his movements.

“Shit.”

“Just let it go.” you voice came out as barely a whisper. You tried to pull him back onto you as he started to reach for his phone, but it was no use.

“Just gotta check if it’s important.” you groaned at his response and fell back onto the bed.

He reached over you to grab his phone from the nightstand, almost falling on top of you in the process all while still being inside of you. “Fuck.”

“What?”

“Laura. She probably wants to know if we got back in once piece.”

“Well, what now?”

“Guess you’ll just have to be real quiet, sugar.” you couldn’t quite place the smirk on his face as he answered his phone.

You found out what he was up to soon enough when he brought his free hand over to your clit and started rubbing circles, applying just enough pressure. You sucked in a deep breath as you tried to control yourself, giving Clint a murderous glare in the meantime.

You were able to contain yourself fairly well until he started rolling his hips into you, making you clench around his cock.

“Fuck.” you screamed. Just not fast enough to slap your hand over your mouth, but Clint made no sign of stopping. It was a miracle he was able to contain himself so well.

“Oh yeah, she just hit her toe on the cabinet nothing to worry about, you know how she is.” Clint calmly said, no doubt covering the scream Laura had heard over the phone.

“Of course, I’ll look after her, always do.” he smirked at you, slightly increasing the pressure on your clit.

“Mhm.”

“Yeah.” His mind was half only half in the conversation as he enjoyed watching you squirm underneath him, fighting to keep those pretty little sounds from slipping out.

“How are the kids?” You were sure he could see the frustration in your eyes and just asked to tease you a little bit longer.

“Okay, love you too, see you tomorrow.” Fucking finally. You could hear the words held no real meaning from the way you had heard him say it to you. It missed the passion he had when he declared his love for you.

When he finally hung up the phone he threw it across the room, probably cracking the screen from the impact with the wall of the hotel room.

“Asshole.”

“That was fucking hot.”

“It was fucking stupid, you could have gotten us caught.” you weren’t gonna give him the satisfaction of knowing, how much that had turned you on, no matter how frustrating it had been.

“I know, now where were we?”

“You were finally gonna let me finish.”

“Right, yes.”

Clint didn’t waste a second, immediately starting to pound into you at an unforgiving pace. After all the build up you didn’t need a lot to bring you to the edge anymore.

He shifted his position above you, changing his angle inside of you, hitting just the right spot with every thrust. When he started to rub your clit again it all became too much.

“Fuck, Clint I’m gonna-” you couldn’t even finish you sentence as you were cut off by another moan.

“Cum for me baby, I’m right behind you.”

With one precise thrust Clint ripped your orgasm out of you, screaming so loud you were sure the people in the room next to you could hear it. You fell back on the mattress, completely limp and fucked out.

“I love you. So, so much.” he mumbled against your stomach, which was now littered in marks that would soon turn into bruises. “Your skin's so soft... so smooth... so warm.” he rambled.

You could feel Clint was close too, his rhythm started to falter and his breathing became faster as he fucked you through your orgasm. His face was red and his eyes filled with lust for you, but before he came he looked up at you with pleading eyes.

“C-can I-?”

You knew what he wanted, nothing quite got him off as cumming inside of you. You weren’t on any birth control, never had been because you didn’t like the side effects and he knew that. You didn’t always allow him to do it, the risk of getting pregnant was too big. But every once in a while you let him, because even though you hated to admit it, taking that additional risk to your already secret relationship was thrilling as fuck.

“Yeah, baby, cum inside me.”

And that did it for him. You groaned as you felt him spilling inside of you. You loved the sounds that came out of him whenever he released inside you. Exhausted of all the effort from tonight he collapsed on top of you.

In the meantime you had gotten your breathing back under control and started to play with Clint’s hair, it was messy and sticking out in all different directions. Your bodies were drenched in sweat, but you couldn’t find the energy to take a shower.

After a while Clint finally pulled out of you and lay down next to you.

“You know our flight doesn’t go until 12 tomorrow.” he pointed out.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning I’m exhausted right now, but I could totally go for round two in the morning.” He turned to lay on his side to face you, smirk plastered on his face.

“How can you already think about sex again?”

“I won’t be able to see you for a month after tomorrow, gotta make a lasting impression.”

“Go to sleep Barton, we’ll see how you feel in the morning.”

You knew he would still want to do it when you woke up. You also knew that you would give into him, after all you have never been able to refuse him before. But you didn’t mind. Even though you knew you could never truly be together, you didn’t mind being his ‘mistress’, letting him do all the things to you his wife won’t.

In fact you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

A/N: I have written a lot for Clint before just not xreader fics, so I hope you enjoyed it!! I also don’t have a taglist for Clint yet, so if you wish to be added please let me know :)

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ghostofskywalker · 7 months

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Congratulations! You Just Won The Shock of Your Life At 2 AM!

Clint Barton/Reader

Fictober Day 2 of 31

Words: 870

Summary: The sound of someone in your home puts you on edge, but that surprise soon takes on a more positive connotation when you realize who it was that broke in.

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This was how you were going to die, you knew it. Of course it had to be in the middle of the night, by the hand of a masked intruder who would take your life in pursuit of a few perceived valuables and some unfortunate timing. The baseball bat in your hand would be wrenched from your grip in less than a single action, but you had to try and defend what was yours if you were going to die with any glory at all.

Whoever it was currently resided in the kitchen, and you crept down the stairs while trying to remain in the cover of darkness. The light was on, which you found odd to begin with, but chalked it up to a particularly brazen thief who had no qualms about taking care of the trouble that may interfere with their goal tonight, which unfortunately for you, was robbing your house.

Just as your foot hit the penultimate step on the stairs, you heard the sound of the refrigerator opening. Wow, this one really had no shame, didn't they? And you had just recently gone to the grocery store too, so it must have felt like some kind of divine intervention. You were going to die and this thief was going to eat all the donuts you bought for yourself, this truly was a cruel existence.

More shuffling sounds could be heard as the intruder busied themselves in the kitchen, and right before you were about to take those final few steps and face your impending fate, the sound of something hitting the floor echoed through the space, and a string of curses immediately followed it.

Wait a minute, you knew that voice.

Even though you didn't let go of the bat, taking those final steps into the kitchen was a little bit easier now that you had an inkling that you knew who was in the room, and that they were far from dangerous. And sure enough, you were exactly right.

Clint Barton was many things in life, but he was not always the stealthiest, and apparently this was one of those times. Standing in your kitchen, covered in a blood-stained SHIELD uniform, he stared owlishly at you as you stepped into view. "What on earth are you doing in my house in the middle of the night?" you asked, still trying to relax from the short period of time you were convinced that you were going to fully die because someone was in your home.

"I was hungry?" the answer was framed like a question, and you just sighed, though you could feel a smile breaking through the worried grimace you had previously wore. Of course you couldn't be mad at him, he was your best friend and he did in fact have a key, so technically he didn't break in at all.

But you didn't want to let him off too easy, because you did remember specifying that the key was only to be used in extreme emergencies, and this didn't seem like one of those. "So you decided to break into my home and make yourself-" you glanced at the floor to see what he had dropped in better view "-coffee?"

Clint looked sheepishly at the pile of coffee grounds on the floor, from when he dropped the container and the lid popped open. "I wasn't sure, but then I dropped the thing, so I think that decision was made for me."

You smiled at him, noting the tiredness behind his eyes. "I have more grounds in the other cabinet, why don't you sit down and let me make you a cup of coffee and something to eat?"

"Are you sure?" he asked. "I can help-"

But you just shook your head as you pulled a broom from your closet. "Clint, I promise it's fine. I can see you're covered in blood too, so why don't you just sit down and take it easy for a few minutes?"

You expected more push back from him, but was pleasantly surprised when he nodded and sat down at the kitchen table, allowing you space to sweep up the pile of coffee grounds. There were always a few that evaded you, but that wasn't a big deal right now. Clint told you about his mission while you made him a cup of coffee and some leftovers from your fridge (you offered to make him something from scratch, but he wouldn't agree to it, citing all the trouble he had already caused you this evening).

Time passed in the blink of an eye, and soon you were barely able to keep your eyes open. The adrenaline from earlier in the night was completely gone, and Clint could tell. He ushered you off to bed without letting you do anything else for him, and you knew he was right, because you were asleep moments after your head hit the pillow.

Clint was gone when you woke up again (much later in the day than you usually did), but a beautiful bouquet of flowers now sat in the middle of your kitchen table.

There was no note attached, but you didn't need one. You knew how it had gotten here.

- the end -

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sarahrogersevans · 5 months

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Looking Out For My Sister- Clint Barton sister!xreader comfort fic feat. Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Clint comforting Y/N during a rough time

Warnings: fluff, angst, comfort fluff, mentions of mental health struggles a bit if you squint

~Y/N’s Pov~

It was a slow week at the compound and I decided to rest in my room for a little while and as I went to lay in bed I saw Clint outside shooting his arrows doing target practice and as I watched him my mind wandered and I fell asleep on my bed. A few hours later I felt a hand rub my back and I opened my eyes and I saw Clint smiling at me and I tried to cover my face with the blanket and Clint chuckled while rubbing my back gently and said “hey Y/N sweetheart you missed dinner, you doing ok? You’ve been pretty quiet lately.. I’m worried hun.”

I listened to what Clint said and my eyes filled with tears and I cried softly and Clint came to lay beside me and I felt him stroke my hair and he held me close. “I’m having a rough week Clint.. I don’t know how to explain it..” Clint kissed my forehead gently and said “hey it’s ok Y/N everyone has moments like that but you don’t have have to go through it alone alright? But you do need to eat something, so how about I go warm you up some dinner and we can watch your favorite movie since we don’t have any missions today, deal?” I smiled and I nodded my head “That sounds good Clint thank you.” Clint got up and went to the kitchen to go make food and I set up a movie for us to watch and then I got back in my bed to lay down. My thoughts started to become overwhelming and I grabbed my phone to put on some ambience music and I felt relaxed and I closed my eyes just a bit to rest.

A few minutes later while I was waiting for Clint to come back my mind started to wander again and I tried to listen to my favorite song but even that made me cry and I felt so stupid for crying, “I hope Clint will be back soon..” I said to myself as I tried to calm down a bit.

Natasha heard me crying and she came in the room and sat on the edge of my bed and said “hey baby girl you ok?.. I heard you crying and I got worried, what’s bothering you?” I shrugged and said “just feeling pretty overwhelmed..” I saw Nat come sit by me and I hugged her tight and as soon as she comforted me I felt more relaxed. Nat said “hey I gotta go help tony with something will you be ok Y/N?” I nodded my head and said “yea I’ll be alright thanks for coming to checking on me Nat love ya sis.” She smiled back at me before leaving and said “love you too little chick.”

~Clint’s POV~

I was in the kitchen warming up Y/N some of the dinner and I made her favorite dessert I know she loves and after I finished putting that together I started heading back to her room and on my way back I saw Steve Rogers walk by and I nodded and said “hey cap.” Steve nodded and said “hey Clint, I haven’t seen Y/N at training the last day or so is she ok?” I sighed and said “yea she’s just going through a rough time but she’s ok cap I’ve got things handled I’ll let you know how things go.” We shook hands and then I got to Y/N’s room and I set down her food on the table and I kneeled down by her side of the bed and saw she was sleeping again and I caressed her hair gently and I smiled at her and whispered to her “hey my little hawk.. wake up, I’ve got your dinner here for you.” She opened her eyes and looked at the food and she stretched a bit and sat up. “Hey Clint.. sorry I was sleepy again..” she said softly and I kissed her head and said “hey it’s ok you needed it, how are you feeling now?” She smiled and shrugged “I’m ok though I’m pretty hungry oh and I set up a movie for us to watch if you still want to watch it tonight?” I got excited and handed her the food and said “yea of course Y/N! Which movie is it?” I helped Y/N to get comfy by me while she ate and I waited for her to tell me which movie she picked. I saw Y/N grab a dvd box and she said “Lilo and Stitch if that’s ok? Disney movies cheer me up.” I rubbed her back gently and I smiled at her and said “hey I love Disney movies, that’s a good one to watch I’ll get it started while you eat ok?” I pushed play on the movie and I cuddled up next to Y/N as I watched over her and I noticed she finished eating and halfway into the movie I saw she fell asleep on my shoulder and I put my arm around her protectively letting her rest and I smiled knowing she was feeling relaxed and I whispered to her “goodnight kid sweet dreams.”

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saltsicklover · 10 months

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˖⁺‧₊˚ Marvel Master List ˚₊‧⁺˖

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ꨄ︎ Soulmate AU

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yanderemcu · 3 months

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Yandere Clint Barton Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)

Hugging,arm over shoulder, hand on you,kissing,holding,cuddling, caressing,holding hands

B=Bound (How much do they share with you)

Tells you everything

C=Cruel (How do they punish you)

Silent treatment, holding,force feeding, takes things from you

D-Desire (How long until they take you)

6 months

E=Even (To what level are they dominant)

Same level as you

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you)

Get married and have a few kids

G=Gifts (What do they give you)

Clothes,jewelry, bow n arrow,food,sweets,pillows,blankets,flowers, stuff animals

H=Hell (Worst experience with them)

His punishments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)

9/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous)

Glares at anyone who comes near you

K=Killing (How do they handle killing)

Shoots them with a bow n arrow

L=Language (What is their love language)

Acts of service,quality time,gifts

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way)

If your sweet to him or show him a bit of affection

N=No (To what strength would they go for you)

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)

10/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)

Hunny,sweetie,sweetheart,dear,my dear,sugar,love,my love,babe, baby,princess

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)

Goes on a killing spree

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)

Follows you and brings you back home

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you)

10/10

T=Type (What type of yandere are they)

Stalker,obsessive,Possessive, caring,isolating,sweet,Overprotective

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)

Doesn't want to hurt you

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back)

Holds you until you calm down

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you)

Nothing

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)

4/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)

Holding each other

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years

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Clint x Teen!reader - building trust

Wow wow wow seriously you are a insanely good writer. I wanted to request a story if thats okay? I didn't look thourgh your props but could you write a story with the avengers and a villain y/n about 15 years old, if you feel comfortable with that. - @magnificentcreatorpenguin 💜

How you were caught was beyond you, you were always careful, hiding your identity and covering your tracks.

It wasn’t like you were hurting people, you simply just a common thief, but somehow you managed to get on the avengers radar and now you were sat in the holding cell, curled up in the far corner as you stared through the glass in fear.

“What do we do with them?” Someone whispered.

“Give them over to fury.” Another replied.

“Come on guys, they’re just a kid.”

“Yeah, a kid with a dangerous power and a habit for robbing banks.”

“Just… let’s talk to them?”

There was a bit of whispering and then your cell door opened and a blond man walked in.

He closed the door and sat down in front of it, making sure to keep his distance but at the same time he offered you a warm smile.

“What’s your name kid?”

You didn’t reply, you simply looked away, resting your head on your knees.

“Okay, I’ll start, I’m Clint.”

Flicking your eyes to Clint, he was still smiling softly at you.

“You already know my name…”

“I know, I just wanna hear it from you.”

You sighed.

“(Y/N).”

“Can I ask you something?”

You shrugged at him.

“Why did you steal all that money? Where did it go?”

Again you shrugged and he sighed.

“I just wanna help, I can’t help you if you don’t help me. They want to put you in jail, but I think you can be a hero.”

You looked at him before signing, making a dismissive gesture with your hand.

“Gave it to the stray kids… I don’t wanna be a hero…”

“You helped the local homeless kids?” He asked.

Nodding your head, you turned away from him again and buried your face in your knees.

You didn’t want to be here, but you didn’t want to be on the streets again, at least here you got warmth and food.

You didn’t have to worry about who was after you in here.

Clint shuffled a little closer and you glared at him, making him stop with a sheepish smile.

“Throw me in jail… I don’t care…”

“Surely you do, it’s not nice in there. Yelling and shouting and fighting, it’s no where for a kid.”

“Nothing I ain’t seen before.” You shrugged.

Clint tried talking to you for another half an hour, but when you didn’t respond he left and you though that’s was it.

It was peaceful until the next day when he came back, this time with a deck of playing cards in his hands.

“Want a game?”

You glared and him and he smiled.

“No? Okay?”

He started to dish out cards and played a game by himself and you simply just watched him.

What was his endgame here?

What did he want?

Clearly he was looking for something otherwise he wouldn’t have come back.

For weeks it went like this, he’d come by and offer you a game, and when you refused he’d play a few games by himself before he finally left.

Today was no different, he came in, took a seat and offered you a game.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because it’s not nice to be alone.”

He offered you the warmest of smiles and you could see that he meant it.

He really was trying to be nice to you.

He started to set his game out and you slowly stood up, walking over you stood over him for a few seconds before you crouched down.

Grabbing the cards, you shuffled them and dished them out.

“Blackjack.”

“You can play?”

“Shut up.”

You played one game with him before you got up and walked back to your corner, all the while he was grinning proudly.

“Here.”

Clint tossed the cards to you.

The next day you waited for him but he never came, nor the day after or the day after that.

Lighting the cards on fire, you tossed the flaming paper across the cell with a scream.

Of course he’d leave! They all did!

The next few days came and went, and you hadn’t moved from your bed very long. You didn’t bother when they brought you food or a drink.

When the door opened today you didn’t bother to look.

“You know, you should really eat.”

You snapped your head at the voice.

He looked worse for wear, but standing right there was Clint, and you couldn’t help but run over and hug him.

He was stunned at first, but Clint smiled and hugged you back.

“Sorry kid, I got called away.”

“Don’t go…” you whispered, “don’t leave me alone…”

“I won’t…”

Clint pulled away and offered you his hand.

“Come on.”

Confused, you grabbed his sleeve and let him lead you out of the cell.

Clint was playing a dangerous game letting you out despite the warnings of the others, but he believed you weren’t going to do anything.

You were just a kid looking for a family.

He wanted to be that family, he wanted to show you the good in life and be the dad you deserved.

If Natasha could change, if Wanda and Loki could change, then you could too.

He knew it.

Leading you to the lounge, the others carefully watched the pair of you.

“You’re risking a lot.” Nat called.

“I know, but it’s worth it.” Clint smiled.

He sat you at the table and got you something to eat, which you immediately scoffed down.

“And if she escapes?” Tony asked.

“She won’t.”

The others grumbled and you looked up at Clint.

“If you were going to run, you would’ve already, right? As soon as I led you out that door you would’ve ran.”

You didn’t say anything for a minute, but then you slowly nodded your head.

“Yeah, I would’ve hurt you then ran.” You nodded.

Clint beamed proudly and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“See! Progress!”

The pure proudness in his voice made you tear up a little.

You hadn’t had that in a long time, and to hear it again made the happiness inside you build up. Someone trusted you, someone wanted you and wanted to help you

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super-marvel-dc · 2 years

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*Everyone is playing a board game together*

Y/N: I will put 'A' down to make 'A'.

Yelena: I will add onto your 'A' to make 'AT'.

Natasha: I will add onto your 'AT' to make 'RAT'.

Clint: I will add onto your 'RAT' to make 'BIOSTRATAGRAPHIC'.

Natasha: *flips the board*

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shewhohangsoutincemeteries · 12 days

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to ashes, development

Clint Barton x F!Reader

To Ashes, Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Summary: a development on a mission means it's time to move on.

Warnings: angst, fluff, canon-typical violence.

Word Count: 2,313

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Days Since the Decimation: Three Years, Eighty-Five Days

“Holy shit, you got any idea how fuckin’ hard I am right now?”

You wrinkled your nose. “Oh, gross.”

Clint frowned.

“What? It’s seedy as hell,” you waved a hand. “You take me to the worst places.”

You swore, you could actually see him roll his eyes from the other side of the building. “Not exactly poetic, are they?”

The two of you were on top of an old disused warehouse in Harringay, listening with distaste as the men inside discussed their, ugh, merchandise. What was it with men and guns?

The weapons ring you’d fought in Holland Park was still at large, and Clint had spent the last two weeks tracking them down again. Honestly it was a testament to them that it had taken him this long, even without his old SHIELD connections. Whoever they were, they weren’t street level thugs.

…It made you feel the tiniest bit better about them getting the better of you in the park.

Clint had scrubbed through the local police files for any clues as to where they were setting up house. Between that and his own reconnaissance, he’d managed to track one of their prominent dealers to right under your feet.

“You still clear on the plan?”

Nodding, you unhooked the safety hood of your holster. “Yeah. Yeah, I got it.”

“Y/N…”

You looked up with a raised brow, fixing him with a pointed look. “Are you really about to lecture me about not taking revenge?”

Clint met your eye with an almost exasperated expression. “Point taken.”

“You ready for this?”

“That’s my line.”

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes’.” you smirked, stretching out a kink in your neck. “Let’s go to work.”

***

You were really getting tired of these guys.

That’s the only thought that came to you as you rolled behind the crates to your left, gun still in your hand. You came to a kneel, your back meeting the wood with a dull thump. They were too prepared, to ready for the two of you.

This wasn’t supposed to end in a shootout. This was supposed to be a quick job, and yet… how did they know about the two of you? They’d mentioned a boss in the park, someone who had guessed you’d been Clint’s back up, but still… they knew you were coming. Not well enough to lay a proper trap, to ambush you before you got inside, but well enough to be ready.

You ducked lower with a curse as wood shattered above you, large splinters raining down on top of you. Thankful for the hood that kept them out of your hair, you exhaled and turned to fire two shots back around the corner. One shot went wide, but you smiled grimly as the second bullet buried itself in a man’s shoulder. He cursed in a heavy Eastern European accent as you ducked back behind the crate.

“Did you have a plan B for tonight, or are we winging this?” you said into your comms. You heard a cry go up among those shooting at you, followed by shouts of confusion and a few wild shots. You winced despite yourself for a second, waiting for a response in your ear to assure you that they’d missed.

“I’m working on one,” Clint replied gruffly, and you released a small, relieved breath despite your faith in him.

“So… winging it, it is then,” you sighed wearily, setting a new magazine into your handgun and adjusting your hold on the grip. “You know, I kinda hate being the one to draw their fire.”

“I’ll make note of it for next time,” he replied dryly, and another gurgling cry went up among the men between the two of you as Clint shot back out of the shadows long enough to take one of them down. He sliced up two – the one you’d wounded and the man closest to him. “Don’t do anything stupid, alright? We’ve got this under control.”

“Do we?”

“You doubt me?”

“I—”

“Fuck this!” shouted one of them – a burly brunette with a greying beard and tattoos scattered over his biceps. “Get one of the pushka out here and end this!”

“Clint—” you said warningly, stealing a glance over the crates.

“Don’t panic,” he warned, and you swore you caught the glimpse of silver in a brief shift of the light to let you know exactly where he was. “You’re not their biggest problem right now.”

“Clint—”

A deafening blast sounded and you fell forward, hands flying automatically to your ears. The crate to your left exploded – as did the wall in front of you, burst apart in a wave of electric blue energy.

“Holy—”

“Y/N!”

“I’m fine, just—”

“Forget the bitch! Get the Ronin!”

You scrambled away from where you’d hidden, throwing yourself behind an old forklift. Too late, you realized you’d left your gun behind, having dropped it when your hands had flown to your ears. Swearing to yourself, you winced as another blast fired. The building itself groaned as they blew another hole in a wall.

“What the hell is that thing?!”

“Just get outta here, Y/N! I’ll distract—”

“Don’t you fucking dare, Barton!”

“Just go!” he barked back. “Now!”

“Goddamn it!” you growled, standing as you heard the men shout that they’d spotted the Ronin above them. You saw the gun – a bazooka-like cannon – turn upward, point directly at the shadowy figure above. “Stubborn-ass-son-of-a—”

The blaster fired, and you swept your arm upward in the same moment. A shield appeared seconds before the energy wave could hit Clint, knocking him to the side. The energy wave just barely glanced off the shield before blowing a hole in the roof and sending debris collapsing down on the men below.

“What are you—?”

“Take the moment, Clint; you can yell at me later!” you spat back through gritted teeth, sprinting towards the group still shielding themselves from falling bricks and timber. “Get out! I’m right behind you!”

Pulling the knife from the back of your belt, you turned it in your grip and plunged it into the hand of the man closest to the crate they’d pulled the pushka from, ignoring the way he screamed. You released it, instead grabbing the first weapon you could from the crate – thankfully, a much smaller hand-gun style weapon – and kept running. A few men managed to get off a few shots before you were clear, and you winced as you felt a bullet tear through your sleeve to graze your forearm.

Feet pounding too loud on the pavement, you made it quickly to an alleyway across the street, tucking your prize under your injured arm as you grabbed hold of the rung of a fire escape ladder with your other arm and swung yourself upwards. You could hear the building behind you continue to collapse as you climbed the ladder, and you winced as a hand gripped yours as you reached the top.

“Are you insane?”

“Are you?” you shot back breathlessly as Clint pulled you up onto the roof beside him. “What the hell kind of plan was that? You were gonna let them shoot you with that thing?”

“I’m faster than I look, Y/N,” he pointed out sourly. “And now they know—”

“They don’t know shit,” you argued. “There’s no way they could see the difference between that shield and whatever the hell they were shooting at us with.”

“It was still really stupid, Y/N.”

“You’re welcome.”

Clint gave you a look that somehow managed to look grateful and exasperated all at once.

“Oh, and I totally get MVP this mission.”

“Is that a thing?” he replied dryly.

“It is now,” you said proudly, finally managing to catch your breath. Ignoring the pain throbbing in your arm, you held out the gun you’d stolen. “Ta-freakin’-da, Barton.”

***

“Lat—”

“What?”

Clint repeated himself louder, but his voice was still muffled by the wood of the door and the spray of the shower.

“What?”

You heard the shower door open and a few dull sounds before the bathroom door in front of you opened. Water dripped over Clint’s bare torso and soaked his hair, one hand clutching the towel slung around his waist. You watched him hesitate as he met your gaze, watched the adam’s apple in his throat bob. “Latveria.”

“Lat– Latveria?”

“This is starting to feel dangerously like a bit,” Clint said dryly, stepping back into the shower stall. You felt heat rise in your face as he closed the door and the towel was thrown up over the top of it. You stood awkwardly in the doorway for a moment before closing the lid of the toilet and perching on the edge of it. “That’s where the weapons are being made.”

“And they’ve made it all the way out here?” you replied, swallowing as you tried to pointedly avoid staring at the shower. The stall was made of textured, frosted glass, and while it granted Clint modesty, you could still just make out his silhouette against the screen. His hands rose to scrub through his hair, his profile turned just barely away from you.

“They’re global,” Clint told you, raising his voice over the spray. “I heard reports of them turning up in New York back before… Fury had someone else working on it.”

“And we just happened to stumble onto them in a park in London?”

Clint’s hands lingered at the back of his neck. “They’ve been making bigger waves lately. Guess she’s been getting a little cockier since the Decimation wiped out half the authorities that could work their case.”

“‘She’?”

Clint’s hands moved down his chest to his stomach, and you lowered your gaze to the floor, face burning. Your thighs pressed together despite yourself. You knew your voice had broken slightly as you’d spoken that one word.

“Lucia von Bardas.”

The water shut off, and you straightened slightly, your hands threaded together in your lap. The towel disappeared into the stall. “Should I recognize the name?”

“Only if you’re trying to be familiar with Eastern European politics,” Clint told you, the shower stall opening after a moment. “She’s a pretty big name in Latverian political parties. She’s got interests in most of the big exporters coming out of that place, including Von Doom Industries. There’s been rumors of her dealing in some… less than legal businesses for a while now. Guess now we’ve actually got some proof.”

Clint stepped out; the towel tucked securely around his waist once more. He seemed to be avoiding your eye, wiping down the foggy mirror with his palm.

“And?”

“And what?”

“We’re going to take her out, right?”

You stood up, and Clint met your eye in the mirror. He sighed.

“That expression tells me you’ve already decided on the answer for us.”

***

“I’m starting to miss Stark’s money.” Clint sighed, settling back into the seat beside you.

“You’re the one who books these oh-so-deluxe travel arrangements,” you pointed out, attempting to find a comfortable position against the firm back of the bus seat. “You’d think with your super-ninja-spy-magic you’d be able to get us a fancier ride.”

“I’m not a ninja,” he told you patiently. “Or magic.”

“You’re a little magic.”

Clint shook his head with a smile; you were sure there was faint color on his cheeks as he dropped his head back against the headrest.

“So, how long exactly is this ride?”

He answered with his eyes closed. “…About two days.”

“Two days?!” you repeated, when you saw his smile grow slightly, you scowled. “I kinda hate you, you know.”

“I thought I was magic.”

“Magic and despised.”

He chuckled; eyes still closed. The bus pulled away from the curb, surprisingly empty. The sky outside was already dark, and the glow of the streetlights passed over the archer’s face. “We’re less likely to be recognized on the bus.”

“Curse you and your logic.”

Clint didn’t reply, and the two of you sat in silence for twenty minutes before you spoke again.

“It’s a little annoying how easily you can fall asleep.”

He smirked; eyes still stubbornly closed. “I’m not asleep.”

“…How about now?”

“Were you always this annoying on road trips?” he teased.

You laughed, closing your eyes too. “Oh, please. You’d be so bored without me.”

***

You opened your eyes slowly, blinking away the sleep still lingering. You hadn’t even realized you’d fallen asleep, but the wide expanse of road ahead of the bus told you you’d left the city a long time again, as did the faint pink glow tainting the deep purple of the night sky. You shifted, brow furrowing as you felt the warmth pressed up against your side and the rough fabric against your cheek. A comfortable weight rested against the crown of your head, and you frowned against the fuzziness still clinging to your tired mind.

Your eyes finally cleared to settle on the color of Clint’s jacket, and you felt his breath fan softly against your hair. You’d fallen asleep, your head falling against his shoulder, and he’d apparently done the same. His cheek was pressed against your hair, his breathing steady and even. A smile touched your lips as you let the sensation of his chest rising and falling lull you back into rest, and you ignored the sensible part of your brain that was trying to remind you that you were supposed to maintaining your distance from him.

Your eyes fell to your lap as your eyelids began to droop, and warmth flared in your cheeks. Your hand was on your thigh, and Clint’s rested beside it, his fingertips settled on the back of your hand. Your skin was warm and tingled under his touch.

Had he… had he been holding your hand?

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ynscrazylife · 3 months

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How abt a Clint Barton imagine where reader teaches him how to rollerblade?

teaching clint how to rollerblade (clint barton x reader, can be read as romantic or platonic)

When you suggested that the Avengers go to a rollerblading rink as a team-building exercise, Clint was quite sheepish to admit that he didn’t know how to rollerblade. Natasha burst out laughing at him (because he was so skilled, yet couldn’t get the hang of rollerblading??), as did the rest of the team, but you took pity on him and offered to teach him. Rollerblading was your thing and Clint was your friend, so it was perfect.

He insisted on only going to the rink after hours. The last thing he needed was a video to surface on the internet of Hawkeye slipping and falling on his butt. It took a little convincing of the rink’s employees, but you were their favorite customer, so you succeeded in the end.

You prided yourself on being a good teacher but . . . Clint made it difficult. He was huffing, puffing, and whining everytime he failed to get the hang of it. He did fall more than once and glared, grumpy, when you laughed. You did your best to cover your mouth but c’mon, it was funny!

Natasha also bribed you with money to get some videos of Clint slipping and falling, so you had to do that. The moment when Clint actually got the hang of rollerblading was when he saw you filming him. It was if he was a mother getting enough adrenaline to lift up a car off her kid — he jumped up from the floor and lunged at you.

“No!” You squealed as you tried to turn away. Clint grinned maniacally as he wrapped his arms around your midsection, dragging you back.

“You’re gonna delete that video,” Clint demanded.

“I don’t think so—ahh!” You yelped as Clint knocked into you, sending the both of you sprawling onto the floor.

“You are the worst student,” you grumbled to Clint.

He rolled his eyes at you. “Yeah, yeah. You’re not a bad teacher,” he mumbled.

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Forget It. PT5

Author: hoppers-babygirl All works are mine and none shall be translated, thank you!

kofi: ko-fi.com/hoppers_babygirl

Word Count: 3379

Warnings: Cursing, angst- lots of angst.

Header made by: @firefly-graphics

It was around ten in the morning when you woke up. Looking around groggily you realize a set of arms are wrapped around your waist. Your brows pinch in confusion and you look to find the person the arms belong to only to find Clint’s face buried into your pillow. You move ever so slightly to face him better. You never thought you’d wake up in his arms again one day. Usually you woke up in Bucky’s arms. A cloud of sadness threatened to loom over you but you wouldn’t let it. Not anymore. It wasn’t fair to you to keep overthinking what happened, it’s in the past and you had to pick up the pieces and move on.

Sure you didn’t exactly have to move into bed with someone but you’re a grown woman and can do whatever you damn well please. As you’re lost in your thoughts Clint wakes up and is watching you with an unbelievably goofy smile.

“Morning Princess, how’d you sleep?” His hand comes up to brush a few stray hairs from your face. His deep and husky voice brings a smile to your face.

“Good morning handsome, I slept really well actually.” You turn your face so his hand cradles your jaw and your lips press a few kisses to his palm. His smile somehow grows even bigger.

“I’m glad. You deserve a good rest especially after such a wild party.” He laughs softly as his thumb gently strokes your cheekbone. You hum quietly for a moment, “I’m guessing the usual breakfast routine?” Your brow quirks as his smile deepens. “You got any good coffee around this place?” He asks before sitting up in bed. You follow suit, pulling the blanket up around you as you rest your back against the headboard. “Yes I do. It’s in the freezer as usual and you obviously know where the coffee pot is.” You get comfortable in bed as he kisses your temple before he stands from bed and makes his way toward the kitchen.

Smiling to yourself, you sit and recall your previous night. The sunlight shining through the curtains gave you a bit of a headache but you didn’t really mind. In the semi quiet you begin to recall events from the night before. You weren’t exactly sure how to feel, on one hand you can’t believe that you and Clint did what you did, but then again a slight guilt casted a shadow over you.

Before your thoughts wandered any further your phone rang, it was Bucky. Biting your lip you click ignore and send it to voicemail. You knew you wouldn’t be able to ignore the situation for much longer but for now you wanted to just enjoy breakfast with Clint. You take a deep breath and get up from your position in bed. Standing up you stretch and wince slightly as you stretch your legs. A blush creeps up your cheeks as the pain reminds you of the night before. You hadn’t realized things had gotten that far out of hand but you also couldn't remember much at the moment as the headache began to creep its way over you.

Quickly you throw on your robe and go to the bathroom to clean up and grab a shower. You washed last night off of your body and soon shut the water off before stepping out to wrap a towel around your body. Going over to your sink you fix your hair and begin to dry off. Clint called out to you letting you know breakfast was finished.

Once dry and in your robe you step out from the bathroom and throw on an old shirt and a pair of pajama bottoms along with your slippers. Clint stood in the kitchen plating the freshly made pancakes and eggs wearing his pants from the night before, it looked a bit silly seeing him that way but you remembered he didn’t have anything else to possibly wear. You gave his cheek a soft kiss before you sat down in front of a plate. Coffee was brewing while orange juice sat on the counter.

“I wasn’t sure what you were in the mood for so I went with the basics. I drank a whole pot of coffee while you were washing up though, so if you want a cup you gotta wait until it’s done. If not, I grabbed you a glass of juice.” He explained before setting the pan that held the leftover scrambled eggs he had made on the stovetop.

“It looks good, thanks.” You gave a smile before you started to eat your food. You hummed in delight at the taste of the pancakes that filled your plate as well.

“Mm I think I’ll have coffee but I need syrup.” Clint chuckled and made his way over to the pantry to grab out the syrup for you.

“Here, but you don’t have to thank me. Everyone needs good hangover food the next day.” He plopped in the chair next to you and began to eat.

Your phone rang once again but you turned it to silent, Clint eyeballed you curiously as you nonchalantly stood to make yourself the cup of coffee you had wanted.

“Aren’t you going to answer that? It might’ve been Tony giving us the itemized bill.” He snorted out a laugh.

You stirred the contents of your mug and shook your head. “No, I want to enjoy breakfast without being disturbed. Well.. as undisturbed as I can be with you around.” You turn on your heel with a smirk teasing your lips.

Clint dramatically scoffed and clutched his chest. “And here I made you a nice breakfast. Oh the heartbreak..”

You laughed at his silliness before you took a cautious sip of your coffee. Humming at the taste you and Clint resumed eating breakfast in a peaceful silence. Eventually you finish your meals and you begin to clean up, Clint grabbed another cup of coffee for himself.

A peaceful silence fell over you both as you cleaned the kitchen up as well as the dishes, eventually Clint finished up his coffee and made his way to go take a shower. After drying your hands off you walked into the living room and laid down on the couch. Your head didn’t hurt as bad as you thought it would but it still didn’t feel that great. Your phone vibrates once again causing a groan to fall from your lips, getting up you walked into the kitchen to retrieve it from the kitchen table where you left it last.

“Hello?” You asked with a slightly harsh tone.

“I should’ve known you’d be grumpy, you always are after a night of drinking.” Maria’s voice sounded through your speaker.

You shifted from foot to foot as you felt silly for sounding so rude when you picked up your phone.

“Sorry, I didn’t look at my screen before I answered. What’s up?” You hummed softly.

“I just wanted to check on you, I saw you left the party last night with Barton.” She spoke.

“I’m okay, it was a good night actually. Just got a headache from it all.” You explain as you move around your kitchen, grabbing the Tylenol from the cabinet and taking two tablets with some of Clint’s leftover coffee in his cup.

“Yeah, it seems you two had quite the party going on before you left. You do know that everyone saw you two leaving the party rather quickly.” Maria wasn’t one for gossip but she was your friend and she did have a tendency to be nosy.

“All I remember is the music was loud and the tequila was good.” Sure you cut some information out but not everyone needed to know the events plus you weren’t even sure what last night was all about yourself.

“You know- nevermind. Just make sure you rest up today. Work’s just too quiet without you.” Maria ended the call with those words leaving you wondering what she was going to say.

But your thoughts were soon interrupted as Clint came out of the bathroom a few moments later with his towel wrapped around his hips perfectly. The sight caused your lips to curl into a smirk, “You going to do a walk of shame back to your place in my towel?”

“You know me I don’t care if anyone sees me, I’m sure half of this building has seen me naked at least once.” He shrugged with a dopey grin.

His words made you laugh, he was right. “Just don’t forget to return the towel, okay?”

His smile fell a bit. “Oh… I figured maybe I’d grab some of my things and come back here.” He explained.

“Oh..OH.. uhm I don’t know I mean isn’t there someone else you could stay with? Someone who you haven’t slept with?” You tease with a half assed smile.

“I just didn’t think either of us would want to be alone but it’s cool, don’t worry I’ll have your towel back to you.” He began to gather his clothes from the night before.

A pang of guilt hit your stomach, he wasn’t wrong about you not wanting to be alone but you weren’t even sure what to make of last night so what would it mean if he did stay over? As you were in your thoughts he started for the door which made you scramble to your feet.

“Wait! Wait- you’re right. I don’t want to be alone but I don’t really know what we’re doing and I just thought time away from one another would give us some time to figure out what the hell we’ve been doing.” You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

Clint was stopped in his tracks, for a moment he paused as you spoke but soon enough he too stepped out your door. Your shoulders slumped and you let out an exasperated sigh before you moved to lay down in bed again.

You close your eyes and eventually doze off once again, as you lay curled up in bed you soon feel a dip in the mattress. The feeling caused you to wake up a bit, looking up through tired eyes you could’ve sworn that you saw the long dark hair you had grown used to lying there beside you- a banging noise woke you up causing you to gasp and sit up quickly in bed. Looking around you grew a bit disappointed at the empty space in your bed, it was just a dream.

There was another loud noise which caused you to get up from your bed. You hadn’t realized that before you went back into your room that you locked your door. “Hey, let me in since you won’t answer my calls.” Clint’s voice sounds from the other side of the door. You sigh in relief and open it up to find him now dressed and your towel he took earlier cleaned and folded up neatly in his grasp.

“Must you be so loud?” You groan and move out the way to let him in your apartment once again.

“Like I said- you didn’t answer my calls and I wanted to bring this back.” He tossed the towel on your kitchen table as he moved his way into your living room nonchalantly.

He plops on your couch and looks back as if asking you to join him. Which you do after closing your door once again.

“Did you wanna order a pizza?” He glances at his phone for the time. “It’s almost dinner anyways.”

You hadn’t realized that you were asleep for that long. Plopping onto the couch you nodded, “Yeah might as well.”

A beat of silence fell over you both before you spoke up, “Why’d you come back after me being an ass?” Your voice soft as you spoke.

“Because you were right, we probably should figure out what the hell we’ve been doing but I didn’t want to be alone so I came back anyway.” He shrugged.

You nod and hand him the remote to which he puts it on some show with dogs dressed up as cops but you don’t care. It was cute and amusing enough to keep your attention while Clint called in the pizza order.

After a few episodes he got the text that the pizza delivery guy was waiting in the lobby of the compound so he got up to grab your dinner. While he retrieved the pizzas you decided to grab drinks and plates for you both before bringing them into the living room knowing he'd wanna watch a movie while you two had dinner. A few moments later he came back with four boxes of pizzas which almost made you wish that you had placed the order instead of the man obsessed with pizza.

Shaking your head with a chuckle you grab two of the boxes to help him as he sets the boxes down in the kitchen. “You’d think I would learn to make the call to the pizza place myself but for some reason I just haven’t yet.” You tease.

“What can I say I just love pizza.” He joked as he opened the boxes showing you the different pizzas he ordered. One with all meat, one with all cheese, one with veggies and meat and the last with pepperoni and pineapple. You hum at their delicious scent and pick a piece up from each box before you settle back on the couch once again.

Eventually Clint joined you on the couch with his plate full of pizza and he grabbed the remote control changing the channel to some comedy that played in the background. You didn’t pay much attention to it as you ate but every so often Clint would laugh at the movie's antics. While chewing on a bite of your pizza your mind began to drift, you wondered what Bucky was up to right now, was he and Natasha sharing dinner together just as you and Clint were? Or was he hanging out with Steve and Sam? Maybe he was out with someone else already, you couldn’t blame him if he was. Soon enough your thoughts were interrupted as Clint gently bumped into your shoulder to get you back to reality.

“Hey.. hellooo.. Watcha thinkin about?” He hummed and set his plate down so he could turn in his seat to face you better.

“Hmm? Oh- nothing important. Sorry I didn’t mean to space out, guess it’s just one of those days.” You explain, your stomach began to knot up so you set your pizza down as well.

“Yeah I get that, I mean I keep thinking is Natasha thinking about me as much as I have been of her? No offense.” He said.

You nodded. “I don’t mind. I’ve been doing the same thing too about Bucky of course, but it’s also been nice to hangout with you again before I totally hated your guts.” You tease with a small smile.

He chuckles in agreement. “Yeah today has been kinda nice, no major arguments or anything crazy like that.”

You grow quiet for a moment. “So.. why did you and Nat break up? I mean she’s clearly the one you wanted to be with all along.” Clint squirms in his seat at your question.

“I told her that I loved her and she kicked me out.” He said quietly.

“That's a little weird but I mean I don’t blame her.” You say.

“What do you mean? Are you siding with her?” He grew defensive.

“Clint you can’t really be mad at her right? Well I guess you are if you slept with me but seriously being told I love you from someone is big especially with her history.” You go on to explain.

“What do you mean someone with her history?” He asked, aggravation laced in his tone.

“Did you know nothing about her? C’mon man. She has been mistreated by men all her life and then finally she trusts one enough to let into her life and then you expect her to return this grand gesture? You should’ve realized that her boyfriend telling her that you love her would be a much bigger deal to her than it was to you.” You explain.

“But it was a big deal to me as well!” He protests.

You shake your head. “No Clint, you’re not getting it. She’s probably scared to tell you that she loves you too because she's been manipulated so much in her life that she doesn’t believe she can have anything good happen to her like the man she probably loves, tell her plain as day that he loves her.” You weren’t sure why you were defending Natasha but if she and Clint could salvage what they had then maybe you and Bucky could too…

Clint shook his head at you but deep down he knew you were right. Dealing with Natasha was almost dealing with a skittish cat, one false move and she would be spooked. “I felt so stupid after telling her but you’re right. I never really thought about it like that until now. I just thought maybe she didn’t really love me, that maybe I was too needy or too childish for her and that telling her that I loved her was the final straw for her. But I just don’t get why she’d be hanging around Bucky if she really did love me.” He said.

“Probably the same reason you and I are hanging around each other, we’re familiar. Now don’t get me wrong it’s hard seeing them together but you have to remember they’ve known each other longer than we have, longer than you and Natasha have known one another. And even if she doesn’t actually have any feelings for him, she still knows that it won’t need to go any further than what it might have already, which means she won’t have to deal with something so life changing. Why didn’t you just go to her and talk this out instead of coming here to get drunk and fuck? I mean hey the sex was good, great even but you’re smarter than that. You know you two would have figured things out.”

He sighs and gives you a shrug. “I don’t know… maybe because with you it wasn’t so hard. I love you meant I love you and I want you out the apartment really meant I want you out the apartment. But with Natasha sometimes it was a guessing game, sometimes things had double meanings to her and I was tired of trying to play her game.” He said.

You shake your head at him once again. “You wanted out because shit got too hard and you didn’t want to keep putting in the effort to fix things because that’s what you do.”

“You know I wish I didn’t even answer your question. You have no right to say this shit when your relationship went to hell too.” He throws in your face.

You scoff. “You do realize we were engaged right? I know your habits Clint. You might be mad at Natasha for being the way she is but you’re just the same Clint. You play this game of just being the dumb country boy but you know better! You only play dumb so people won’t expect as much out of you as they should!” Your voice grows louder with your words.

“Maybe this is why Bucky left you because you like to play therapist to everyone but yourself. Have you sat back and really thought about what went wrong in your own relationship or are you just diagnosing your breakups as everyone else's problems?” Clint spat out before he stood up and headed for the door. “You know what this is why I left the first time, I shouldn’t have made the mistake of coming back here.”

“Go ahead Clint, walk out on me once again just because you don’t like what you’re hearing!” You call out as he nears the door, his hand gripping the handle he turns back and looks at you just before slamming the door behind him. You throw a pillow at the door with an annoyed growl.

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vibraniumarm06-bucket · 1 year

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It's Hard To Think With You Around

Summary: Drabble - Clint catches you on the phone with Steve and his jealous side is released.

Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader

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“Who was that?” Clint’s voice spooked you as you didn’t realise he was home yet. “Who was what?” You quip back, your heart beating fast hoping he doesn’t ruin the surprise you had begun to plan for him.

“The man’s voice on the phone” Clint spits out jealousy laced into his tone. You close your eyes trying to calm yourself instead of jumping onto Clint. Somehow seeing him jealous was absolutely sexy to you. “And don’t play dumb,” he says as he walks around the couch kneeling in front of you, giving you no room to escape. You bite your lip trying to hide your nerves, you see his eyes following the movement and have to swallow hard to stop the butterflies moving around in your stomach.

“It was Steve,” You say softly not looking him in the eyes. If you did you would spill the surprise and the team would be upset with you. “Aw come on Sugar, you know I know it was Steve, what did he want?” He asks leaning forward, cupping your chin and tilting it slightly. “Look at me baby, I wanna see your eyes as you speak to me, I know when you lie” . You gulp again as you meet his stare. His warm breath against you, his hand cupping your jaw and his other hand on your thigh rubbing it gently made it hard to think.

“It was nothing important” You manage to get out. Clint tsks softly “Then why was he calling if it was nothing, Sugar?” . You whimper softly as he spreads your thighs pushing his body closer to yours, his hand moving from your jaw to your neck. “Don’t lie to me, baby girl” his voice sent shivers down your spine and you couldn’t help the whine that came out. Why was it so hard to form sentences when he was like this with you?

You look up at the ceiling as if the team were there and whisper a mental prayer saying how sorry you are for the words that are about to slip your lips. “Surprise party. Your birthday” You say looking him straight in the eyes and seeing them darken. A smile bursts across his face “That’s a good girl, thought I would have to go up against a super soldier for a minute”. You shake your head slightly “No one makes me feel the way you do. When you touch me, my mind is gone” You mumble blushing as you admit this to him. “I know, Sugar. You just crumble under my touch. Now be a good girl for me okay?”. You look up at him and nod your head, a huge smile breaking out across your face. “ Always for you”.

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tangerinesgf · 10 months

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Happy Birth- Father's Day??

Clint Barton x Fem!reader

Summary: reader tells Clint that she's pregnant on his birthday. (Not MCU Canon at all)

Tags/warnings: mentions of pregnancy, hints at an asshole dad, fluff, cute stuff, bit of bickering, hints at smut but nothing happens

A/n: this was suposed to be for Clint's Birthday yesterday which also happened to be fathers day. But I got busy and only finished it today, oops. Anywaaayy hope ya'll like it.

“You know what day it is today?”

You can see the surprise on Clint’s face while he turns around to face you as you practically burst into the room he was just working in. “The 18th?”

“Well yeah, Captain Obvious I got that.” You say, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Then why did you ask me?”

“It’s not about the date, it’s about what we’re celebrating today.” There is this teasing look in your eyes that he can’t quite place, you’re definitely up to something.

“My birthday?” He sounded unsure, as if he might have confused his birthday with another date.

“Yeah that too, but there’s something else happening today.”

“Celebrating my amazing existance isn’t enough for you?” He chuckles.

“Ofcours it is, baby,-” You give him a quick kiss on the cheek “-but this is the rare occasion where these two things are happening on the same day and I gotta take advantage of that.”

“Alright so.. what’s today then?”

“It’s father’s day!” You say with a little more excitement than probably necessary.

“Honey, you know I don’t celebrate that.” Clint’s face falls a little at the mention of it. “My dad was.. well my dad and as far as I can tell there’s no kid running around here.”

“Well.. what if there was?”

Clint looks confused at first, but when it finally hits him his eyes move from you stomach to your face over and over again as if asking the question with his eyes. There’s a bright smile on your face as he starts to realize what the reason for your weird behavior is.

When his eyes finally stick to your face he looks at you with wide eyes that are almost puppy-like. You’ve never really talked about when you would like children, hell the two of you hadn’t even discussed if it was a thing you should do in the first place. But Clint couldn’t deny that there had been moments where he’d imagined a little boy or girl running around in the garden with a toy bow and arrow.

“You.. uh.. you’re pregnant?” You spotted a little gleam of hope in his eyes, as if he wasn’t exactly sure this was happening, but really wanted it to.

“Mhm” You nod. Your face is practically glowing with excitement as you wait for him to react. Sure a part of you was also nervous, what if he didn’t want to be a dad? What if he was scared to end up like his own dad? Were you even ready to be a mom? All these questions had spooked through your mind before, debating on how to tell him this news.

But as you were standing here and you slowly watched your man’s face light up at the confirmation that you were indeed expecting a little kid, all those worries fell off your shoulders.

Clint Barton had never been a man of many words. So he didn’t need any to tell you how happy he was when he basically ran up to you and embraced you in a hug, spinning the both of you around the room.

When he finally let you go, it took you a while to find your footing again and Clint had to steady you to prevent you from falling over. Before you could fully find your balance again, he pulled you in for a kiss. Not the usual quick kiss that you’d give each other before going to bed or when you woke up in the morning. No, this one was long, deep and passionate and told you more than all the words in the world could have.

After the need for air became too strong he finally pulled away, only to look into your eyes with that same sense of affection for you, a bright smile on his face. “So this is really happening? I’m gonna be a dad?”

You nod again. “And an amazing one at that.”

“You really think so?” He asks with a hopeful gleam in his eyes and you can tell he’s not so sure about that.

“I do. You are a good man, Clint Barton, and any kid would be lucky to have you as a father.”

“You have no idea how much that means to me, darling.” He places his hands carefully on your stomach and looks deep into your eyes. “And you.. are gonna be the most wonderful mother, you know that? We’d be lucky if the little one is even half as amazing as you are.“

A slight blush spreads across your cheeks at the compliment and you give him another kiss on the lips. “We’re gonna do great, baby. I mean look at all the other kids. Kate, Wanda and Pietro turned out pretty good.”

“They are not my kids.” He insists.

“You keep saying they’re not, but they kinda are.” You remember not even a few weeks ago when Clint had taken Kate to the dentist because she had to have her wisdom teeth removed and took care of her every need afterwards.

“They’re a pain is my ass, that’s what they are.”

“Maybe.. but you love them anyway.” You point out.

“Yeah, but don’t tell them that.”

Clint may act tough, but you know that underneath there is one of the kindest men you’ve ever met. He’d never actually tell them he loves them, but they know he does, his actions show that more than enough.

You raise your hands up in defeat. “Fine, but you better give them a ‘thank you’.”

“For what?” He looks at you with puzzled eyes.

“They made you a cake.”

“And they didn’t burn the kitchen down?” He exclaims.

You give him a slight nudge on the shoulder. “Be nice, they put a lot of effort into this.”

“Fine.. but you’re tasting it first.”

“No way! I’m pregnant, it’s your birthday, you eat it.” As much as you loved those kids, you didn’t entirely trust their baking skills not to kill you yet, especially with that mentality of ‘who needs a recipe’.

He chuckles and then takes a deep breath as if preparing himself for whatever the three of them cooked up. “I’m gonna have to endure 9 months of this now, am I?”

You hum in acknowledgement. “Yep, but you love me anyway.”

“Hmm.. that I do.” He pulls you in for another kiss before the two of you start walking towards the kitchen where the cake is waiting for you.

“You know, I can’t wait to see you all fat and bloated.” He says, a cheeky grin on his face as he looks at your still mostly flat stomach.

“See.. you claim you love me, but then you say stuff like that and it makes me wonder if you really do.” You chuckle.

You let out a yelp as Clint suddenly lifts you up from the ground and into his arms, bridal style. He turns around and starts walking into the opposite direction of the kitchen.

“I’ll show you how much I love you.” There’s a grin on his face and you know exactly what he’s planning as you wrap your arms around the back of his neck.

“What about the cake?”

“Cake can wait, wanna taste you first.”

A/n: would love to know if you liked it, so don't hesitate to leave me a comment. They really motivate me. I don't have a taglist for Clint yet, but if you wanna be tagged in any Clint fics I write, lemme know!! Love ya'll <3

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