#clint barton smut

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

teamwork

kinktober, day twenty-six

a/n: ........I mean, how could i not? it's a classic.

summary: “oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

warnings: reader x pro football team!avengers (bf!steve rogers, bucky barnes, pietro maximoff, clint barton, sam wilson, tony stark, thor odinson), smut, slight dubcon, pro athlete au (even though i know the majority of them are american, i’m just gonna say that they play for a team somewhere else just so that i don’t have to say soccer, it hurts my soul), the old oops i accidentally walked into the locker room trope, gangbang, everyone's a hoe, established relationship, kissing, size kink, dirty talk, handjobs, oral, thigh riding, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, anal, double penetration, bukkake, spit kink, squirting, impact play, choking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms

word count: 5400

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“You were amazing out there,” you purred between pecks as Steve’s firm thigh, slotted between your own, rubbed against your core, your short skirt flaring out over the shorts of his uniform. 

“Thank you,” he chuckled, his lips fluttering down your neck as he uttered, “you know, I think was even better with you in the audience,” nudging his leg more determinedly against you as you melted against the wall he had you pressed against, “like you brought me luck or something.”

Just then, as you felt yourself begin to soak through your underwear and mark your boyfriend’s uniform, someone from further down the hallway poked their head out of a door and shouted, “hey, Rogers!” reeling back from the crook of your neck with a peeved exhaled, Steve cast his glance in the individual's direction, “coach wants a word with you in his office.”

“Alright, thanks,” he nodded before turning his attention back to you, arms firm on either side of your head, cosily caging you in as he spoke, “I’ll be right back,” his leg reluctantly retracted from your warmth, “there is lounge down around the corner there that should be on the quiet side about now if you don’t wanna wait out here,” he offered a vague nod to his left before dipping down to near your lips one last time. 

Smile growing wide at his considerateness, you breathed, “okay,” but the kiss you thought he wanted to give to you never came as his nose just ghosted against your own, seemingly savouring the moment before you felt him shift and his finger disappeared below your skirt, “Steve, what are you-,” but the rest of your sentence never saw the light of day as, with a daring smirk on his lips, Steve swiftly kneeled down before you and snatched your underwear down past your knees, keeping his eyes on yours as he methodically manoeuvred your jelly like legs to steal the sodden garment completely. 

“I’ll come find you in a bit, yeah?” he placed a playful peck right above your knees before straightening back up. 

“Steve!” you hazily giggled as he began to disappear down the corridor. 

“10 minutes, 15 tops!” he called over his shoulder as he sauntered away from your stunned form, “then I’m claiming my prize!” 

With a breathy chuckle still billowing from your lips, you pulled out your phone and rounded the corner, scrolling through your options of temporary entertainment as you neared the room that you could supposedly wait in.

Eyes glued to the small screen in your hands, you didn’t even glance up as you reached the first door you approached, not assuming there were any other options, you simply pushed it open and strolled in. 

Fully expecting that you were nearing a couch or something soon, the room you’d blindly entered turned out to not be the lounge you’d thought it was, but instead, the team’s locker room as you swiftly walked straight into a broad and bare chest. 

“Wow, I’m sorry-,” your eyes tore away from your screen to finally discover where you were. Vision growing wide, you stared up at the athlete before you, his golden mane rustling from the collision, “I-I-…”

Blinking up at Thor, your own name even escaped your memory as you found yourself in the very last place you should have wandered into.

From off to the side, you heard the voice of Tony holler, “hey sweetheart, fans aren’t allowed in here,” before leaning closer to the sandy buzzcut beside him and muttering quietly, “I thought they said they had tightened security around here…”

With your feet still frozen to the floor, your mouth hung agape as your eyes glazed over the recognisable individuals throughout the room, all in various states of undress. As Thor’s towering form moved past, walking over to snatch up a towel, someone else dexterously took his place, “wait a second, I recognise you,” you blinked back at the guy who rarely left your boyfriend’s side, “you’re Cap’s new girl, aren’t you?”

“I-I-, yeah,” you stammered, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in here-”

“Oh, but you did,” Bucky teasingly took a step closer. 

“I was, uh, looking for the lounge, and I was just staring at my phone,” you swallowed thickly as someone out of the corner of your eye peeled off their shirt, “I’m so sorry, I'll get out,” but as you whirled around to bolt out of there, you just collided with another individual that had slyly slotted in between you and the only way out of here. 

“You’re cute,” you heard Bucky continue as you blinked up at Pietro, his athletic physique now completely blocking the exit, just as Thor's, the team's goalie, would do before the vast net during an intense game, “isn’t she cute, guys?”

Soft echoes of agreeance bounced off the walls before Pietro smiled down at you, “what’s your name, baby?” his accent sending a shiver straight down your spine. 

“Y/n…” you softly uttered, your heartbeat deafening in your ears, growing and rippling out from where it was still thumping from between your thighs.

“That’s a pretty name,” his eyes washed over your visage, licking it up like he was at a museum. 

“So, tell us, Y/n,” you spun back around at the sound of Bucky’s timbre, “did you really just not pay attention or did you perhaps walk in here on purpose?”

“No!” you squeaked, “I swear, I didn’t-”

“Because I think you were trying to catch a little glimpse,” he teasingly cut you off with a soft tilt of his head. 

“Oh, naughty, naughty you,” Tony crossed his arms with a chuckle, “what were you hoping to get out of this, huh? Sneak in here and seduce the whole team? Is one just not enough for you?” the rest of the men snickered at his mocking quips. 

“No, I wasn’t trying anything, I-,” the rest of your plea got suddenly swapped out with a shuttering gasp as the player sitting on the bench beside you had begun to ghost his hand against the goosebump-ridden flesh of your leg, sneakily twisting his position enough to catch a glimpse as his touch carelessly bushed against your short skirt, making it briefly fluff out enough for him to notice. 

“Hey,” Sam boomed to the rest of the team, “she’s not wearing any panties!”

“She’s not?” Thor turned his head to join the festivity entirely.

“Fuck,” you heard Clint curse gutturally, “you came to the game like that?”

From right beside him, Tony bit down on his smirk, “what a little fucking slut…” 

“No, it wasn’t-”

But before you could manage to convince them, Pietro pushed your form lightly and sent you directly into Bucky’s waiting arms. With your back arched like a ski slope, your short skirt rose up, covering virtually nothing, especially after you’d had your undergarments stolen, and granted the men behind you a pornographic view of the state Steve had left you in. 

Catching your chin between his thumb and forefinger, Bucky tilted your head up to catch your hazy eye, “why don’t you wait here with us?”

“I-…” you blinked back at him, feeling your chest rise and fall rapidly against his. 

“Rogers won’t mind,” he shook his head reassuringly, fingers shifting to gently caress you’re your heated cheek, “promise.”

“Yeah,” Pietro’s voice resonated vibrantly from behind you once more, “we always take good care of his girls…” 

Utterly spellbound by his ocean gaze, your head nodded fuzzily, “o-okay,” your breaths came in shaky as you spoke, “I guess if you say Steve wouldn’t mind, then I could probably just hang out in here for a bit till he gets back.”

“Great!” Sam clapped his hands together, the sudden noise causing you to jump out of the burly arms that held you. 

Leaning back against his locker, Clint then asked, “so did you enjoy the game?”

“Oh, sure,” with clumsy words flowing from your lips, your eyes traced Thor’s half-naked form as he crossed the room, “it was fun, I mean, you guys played really well, congrats on the win by the way.”

“Aw, thanks,” the man your gaze was locked upon sniggered as he settled in beside Tony, then leaned in to mutter in his ear just loud enough for you to catch, “Cap really wasn’t bluffing about her.”

“Dude, I know,” Tony harmonized lowly before raising his voice, “so, Y/n!” he slyly cleared his throat, “you never did tell us why you came to our game commando. Did you do that for us?”

“Oh, I-…” you averted your gaze, attempting to explain it with an airy laugh, “that wasn’t me, Steve kinda stole them a few minutes ago.”

Counting from behind you, Pietro challenged, “oh, Steve stole them, did he now?”

“Yeah,” you nodded bashfully. 

“And just why would he do such a thing?”

“I-…” you redirected your vision up towards the ceiling, “I think it’s easy enough to deduce what he was thinking.”

“Yeah, but I wanna hear you say it,” Pietro playfully stepped closer, tilting his head to catch your nervous gaze. 

“Come on, honey,” Sam’s tongue flickered out to glisten up his smirk, “don’t get shy on us now.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip, you then confessed with an exhale, “…we were gonna go celebrate…”

“Celebrate? Really?” Bucky’s gaze gleamed back at you in amusement, “well, that sounds fun, doesn’t it sound fun, guys?” he didn’t tear his eyes away from you as he countered to the others, their enthusiastic replies swiftly filling the thick air. Slowly leaning in close, he tugged a stray piece of your hair behind your ear, “you know what I think?” your head instantly shook, hypnotically granting him the answer to continue, “I think we deserve some celebrating as well, don’t you think? I mean, it wasn’t only Rogers out there on the field. Don’t we deserve a prize as well?”

As he cradled your face, all you could do was melt, “I-… I guess so…”

Closing the short distance, Bucky planted a feathery kiss upon your lips before tilting his head back ever so slightly to flash you a playful glance, “yeah?” his words were just above a whisper, “you wanna celebrate with us till Rogers gets back?”

With starry eyes, you blinked back up at the football player and hummed, utterly spellbound, “uh-huh,” before his lips pressed against yours once more, kissing you like there was no tomorrow. 

Letting go of your face, his silky touch casketed down your form like a waterfall, flutteringly roaming, up and down, each time carelessly catching your skirt and letting it gather up with his hungry movements. 

As you purred enchantedly against Bucky’s lips, Pietro behind you sank down to his knees, his intentions becoming clear as you began to feel soft pecks flutter across the backs of your thighs, his fingertips raking over your tingling skin in sloppy patterns. 

But as his caresses danced their way further north up your flesh, I didn’t take long before the greedy man dove head first into what he truly wanted to kiss, rendering you to tear away from Bucky’s lips with a dizzying pant, “oh my god,” and bury your face in his brawny chest. 

Lapping against your soppy folds, Pietro let go of your puffy pearl with a pop, briefly pulling back to share, “fuck, she tastes good.”

“Oh yeah?” Thor breathed from the sidelines. 

“Like fucking sunshine and rainbows,” he elaborated with gravelly desperation in his tone before latching onto your core once more. 

You barely noticed when people stepped closer, scarcely knowing whose hands were exploring your every inch, all you knew was how incredible they made you feel. 

Squeezing your boobs through your thin shirt, nipples pebbly and clear through the fabric, you felt Tony’s breath tickle your ear, “you mind taking this off for us, sweetheart?”

Eyes fluttering over your shoulder to find him, you simply raised your arms high above your head and let them yank your t-shirt off and merrily discover how you hadn’t bothered to put a bra on this morning. 

Glancing down, you watched as Clint cupped your softness in his wide palms, “damn, look at these fucking tits,” he gave them a little jiggle before dipping his head down low to place a few pecks along them. With the left of your small buds swiftly getting captured by his lips, a different hand took over palming your right as your fingers found Clint’s short hair, your nails scraping gently along his scalp, “you like that, hon?” he blinked up at you as he sucked, friskily nipping at your sensitive skin, “you like having these little nipples played with, huh?”

“Mhm,” you nodded hazily as someone reached out to pinch harshly the one not getting slobbered. 

“What else do you like, huh?” Bucky asked, his radiating form still pressed up against you. Capturing your chin, his thumb extended to brush over your lips, “you like having something in this pretty little mouth of yours?” poking it in, the pad of his finger softly ran across your tongue before your lips enclosed around him, your head blissfully bobbing as you sucked on his digit, “yeah? You wanna suck our cocks?” he retracted his digit, smearing saliva across your cheek as you offered him a foggy nod, “you think you can handle all of us at once?”

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted with excitement bubbling in your belly, “I’ve never been with more than just one person at a time.”

“Oh no, really?” Tony rumbled playfully, “you’ve never been shared by more?” he palmed your tit roughly as you craned your neck to gaze at him, “what a fucking shame, truly, you deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”

“Don’t you worry, darling,” Thor smirked, “we’ll help you,” before Pietro as the last one distanced himself, letting go of your petals with a pop, as you sank down to the floor.

You hadn’t really noticed before, but now that you were at the right eye level, it became impossible not to take in the team’s enthusiasm. Most of them were already touching themselves and some even had already whipped their cocks out, the vision causing your eyelids to flutter as your brain turned molten at the possibilities. 

“O-oh, wow,” your eyes grew to the size of plates as they tugged their shorts down, “I-I-,” lengths springing free all around you, “I don’t know where to start… wow…” a giggle suddenly began to bubble out of you as you tore your stare away from their erections to find their eyes, “h-hi.”

Grasping your hand in his, Bucky then wrapped your fingers around his girth, smiling down at you as he throbbed for you, “hey, baby.”

“You’ll all so-,” your dazed gaze flickered around at them all, “wow…”

Raising your other hand up, you enclosed it around Clint, testing out a gentle jerk to gauge their reactions. 

“Yeah, right back at ya,” Clint echoed your compliments as his mouth fell open, utterly spellbound by your tender efforts. 

Catching Pietro’s eye, you slowly leaned in and gave his tip a sweet kiss, smile wide as you then licked it a few times as if he was a melting ice cream cone on a hot summer’s day, “oh, shit,” he groaned, the grip he had around his base tightening, “open up for me, baby,” parting your lips, he then slowly rocked forward to fill up your mouth slightly, “yeah, just like that,” you felt his pulse against your tongue, “fuck…”

Head bopping gently at a leisurely pace, drooling blissfully around Pietro’s bulbous head, you shifted your hands, eyes fluttering in an attempt to locate the others, Sam and Thor then instead came to your rescue by seizing your flailing hands and bringing them to what you sought. 

When you pulled back from Pietro to catch your breath, his dick falling from your swollen lips with a crisp pop, you barely managed to suck in one whole breath before Tony’s hands seized either side of your face, bringing you close and sliding his cock in past your gasp. 

“Here you go,” he groaned as he rolled his hips, instantly going so deep that he tickled the back of your throat. With his fist tight around his base, he reluctantly let you come up for air, pulling back so swiftly as if the lack of your warmth pained him, “show me that tongue, angel,” chest heaving and eyes a daze, your mouth fell open and did as he requested, a hot string of drool promptly dripping from it and connecting to your exposed chest. Grabbing your chin and holding it tight, he leaned down and spit in your mouth, watching only a moment as it sparkled on your tongue before he tapped the weight of his girth against it, playing with it like a rain puddle before he ruthlessly thrust forward so deep that his heavy sack nuzzled against your chin and his tip disappeared deep down your throat, “there you go, honey,” fingers woven in your hair, he kept you still as he fucked your face, “there you go…” 

As Tony selfishly made you choke on his cock, Clint then knelt down beside you and reached under the short skirt that still clung to your hips. One hand still pumping himself, his other fingers found your core. 

“Fuck, she’s so wet,” he groaned, granting your aching clit a few circles before your pussy practically sucked one of his fingers in from how turned on you were, slipping in with no effect at all. Girth falling from your lips, you let out a shuttering gasp. Pressing his cheek against your own, Clint chuckled lowly, “you like that, baby?” lavishly caressing your walls ever so slowly, “that what you need?”

“Oh, god,” you panted, eyes fluttering shut, “yes!”

As he offered you another digit, he kept up a dizzying pattern of pumping his fingers into you, petting against a spot that made your pussy sing, only to retract them in order to rub your puffy pearl, repeating the dance till your legs trembled against the cool tile floor. 

“How about something else, huh?” Thor’s voice cut through your haze, “you wanna get that little pussy stretched out by something else?” your frame then jumped as Clint promptly landed a sharp slap against your soppy folds, forcing your eyes to snap open and your mind to race for an answer. 

Eyes training on Thor, a playful smirk bloomed on your lips, “what do you have in mind?” you asked innocently before you leaned in close and swiped your tongue over his leaking tip. 

Pumping his cock tightly in his fist, he tapped it against your beaming face and chuckled, “you really want me to spell it out for you?” to which you simply giggled under the weight of his length as a reply, one that swiftly got cut short and morphed into a gasp as Clint beside you plucked you up onto your wobbly feet. 

Working as the team that they were, they spun you around so that your backside pressed up against Thor. Hiking your skirt far enough up your waist to render it useless, the blonde athlete gazed down at your dripping mess, nuzzled against him and virtually drooling for him to split you open. 

“Look at that…” he briefly swiped his cock through your folds, parting them with his girth, “so pretty,” before his hips snapped forward and buried himself completely, “fuck…”

Eyes fluttering closed, you let out a shuttering moan as he held you there for a moment, savouring the euphoric sensation as your spine melted back against his chest. As Thor nuzzled you close, filling your cunt up so much that your knees threatened to give out, you felt stray hands find your tits, twisting and tweaking your nipples teasingly as some others grabbed your palms and guided them towards their cocks, enveloping their own around yours and fucking up into your touch. 

“How does she feel?” you heard Tony ask. 

Grip digging into your hips, Thor eased his length out, just halfway, before slamming it back inside, poking a place that pushed the air out of your lungs, “fucking incredible,” his lips ghosted against the shell of your ear. 

When a pair of hands found your face, cupping your flaming cheeks, your eyes dreamily blinked open once more to gaze back at Sam. Briefly pressing his lips against yours, it nearly gave you whiplash when they then manoeuvred your spine to bend, bowing down for your mouth to be aligned with Sam's excitement.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he pumped his cock before you, smile growing wider as your soft tongue began to swipe across him, “don’t forget the nuts,” he lifted his length far enough out of your reach, groaning loudly as you began to drool all over his jewels as he wished, “that’s it, atta girl…”

Feeling Thor’s hands shift, one of them came to clench your skirt tightly, gathering the fabric on the small of your back and holding onto it as an anchor as the other one descended upon your ass, slapping away in quick succession, just hard enough for it to tingle deliciously. 

It all felt like a blur, like a dream. A beautiful and intoxicating dream. The kind of dream you’d never wanna wake from. 

After cumming all over Thor’s cock, in the hazy daze of it all, it took you a moment to realise that they had all switched out, trading places so that Pietro was now behind you, sliding in and out of your clenching cunt, and Clint was before you, sinking his dick so far down your throat that it left an imprint.

“This how you thought meeting the team would go, huh?” Bucky’s timbre cut through all of the moans, “this what you expected?” his touch was all over you, so hungry that you could barely keep track of it, “you expected us to pass you around and fuck your brains out?” gliding his palm down your spine, he then came to fixate on the little rosebud just shy north of where Pietro was having his fill, “has Cap fucked you here before?”

In between your sloppy pecks across Clint’s cock, you admitted, “a-a couple times.”

“A couple of times,” he chuckled darkly, “really?”

“What a dirty little girl you are, letting your boyfriend fuck you in the ass,” Clint suddenly got down to your level and plucked up your flustered face, bringing you close to his own, “say it, say that you’re a dirty girl.”

The words promptly flowed from you as if you were hypnotised, “I’m a dirty girl.”

Tapping your cheek lightly with his palm, he ordered, “again.”

“I’m a dirty girl.”

Slapping your features harsher this time, “one more time, what are you?”

“A-, fuck,” you whined, brows knitted as your pussy filled the room with soppy melodies of desire, “a dirty girl!

Just then, the door to the locker room burst open and in strolled none other than your boyfriend.

“Alright guys, listen up!” he called out before he truly took in the activities he’d just interrupted, “couch says that-,” but then when his gaze finally trained on your cockdrunk visage, the rest of his important message trailed off, “Y/n?” 

“Oh hey, Cap,” Bucky grinned, none of the players slowing down at the appearance of their leader, “thought we’d keep your girl entertained while you were gone.” 

Closing the door behind him, Steve took a slow step forward and sighed, “guys, seriously?” his glare found each and every one of them, “I was gonna talk to her first,” stride leisurely, he moved closer to you, peeling his shirt off as he did so. Kneeling down before you, getting on your level, a warm smile bloomed upon his lips as his eyes locked with your hazy ones, “hey baby.”

“S-Steve,” you whimpered, wanting so badly to explain, but unable to do anything other than melt even further. 

“How are you doing, huh?” the back of his knuckles softly ghosted down your cheek as his gentle tone washed over you like a warm cup of tea, “you still wanna tell me how well I played today or are you too busy telling the rest of the team?” 

“No, please don’t go,” you grabbed onto his tender touch, “please!”

Straightening back up to his full height, he pulled his shorts down and let his cock spring free, slapping his toned abdomen with its enthusiasm. 

“You mind?” he offered Pietro a nod before the man complied, easing out, and passing you to Steve’s open arms. Scooping you up, his strong grip curved around your bottom entirely. Pressing your lips to his, you tangled your arms around his neck as he nudged your weeping core against his girth, your cunt already creaming and painting his cock a milky shade.

Carrying you in his arms as if it took no effort at all, Steve raised you up further, aligning you just so before dropping you back down again and letting you sink down onto his dick, the sensation causing a pornographic mewl to escape both of your lips as you let the fevered kiss crumble in order to hide your face in the crook of his neck.

“Fucking hell, that’s it,” Steve groaned, lifting you up and down in his grip like a precious little cocksleeve, “that what you needed, huh? You needed me to fuck your pretty little hole?” palming your bottom roughly, he them landed a few swift slaps across it causing even more electricity to course throughout you with the sparks of pleasurable pain, “after the team had their fill, you still needed to feel me?” eyes squeezed shut, your drool smeared against his pulse as you felt him extend a finger and rub a few circles over your other hole, all of the other previous activities already slickening it up enough to make his dance molten and his initiative effortless when he plugged it up, “have me fuck you in front of all of them, give them a good view of what a beautiful mess they’ve made of you… Open your eyes, baby,” hazy vision blinking open, the side of your head stayed plastered against your boyfriend’s broad shoulder as your eyes locked on the spectators, “look at them, look at what you do to them, look at how much they want you.”

Trembling in his arms, so violently that you convulsed off his cock completely, it wasn’t till Sam excitedly pointed out, “oh, she’s a squirter!” that you noticed the gushing waterfall your high had showered Steve with.

“Damn right she is,” Steve smiled proudly, realigning his tender hold as he pressed a soft peck to your temple, “my girl is full of many talents,” with long strides, he then walked up to the bench in the middle of the room and slowly laid down upon it, securely holding your molten form close as he shifted, your body completely plastered on top of his as he cheekily spoke, “in fact, Buck, come over here, help me stuff her a bit more, yeah?” 

Glance swiftly washing over Tony, Bucky asked, “hey, do you still have that-“ 

“Yep, of course,” Tony didn’t need any more to understand, hastily rummaging through his gym bag before tossing his teammate a small bottle of lube, “here!” 

After liberally slickening himself up, you perked up a bit as you felt Bucky’s skin press against your own, your back arching up against his chest as he teased you, nudging his tip against your farmost entrance and rendering your form to yet again give into the ecstasy and recover in a flash. 

But as soon as he confidently sank in at slow and steady pace, a gasp escaped your lungs, “oh my god!”

“What?” Steve smirked beneath you, catching your wild eyes as he teased, “what is it, babe? What’s he doing?”

Mouth agape and brows tightly knitted, you uttered, “he’s fucking my ass.”

“Who’s fucking your ass?” Steve’s mockingly sweet tone washed over you.

“Bucky,” you whimpered as he eased back out till just the essence of him remained. 

“Why don’t you look back at him and say thank you?”

Twisting your head, you found his gaze and hazily managed, “thank you, Bucky,” the sensation of him sinking back in and splitting you apart made it nearly impossible to complete the task. 

“Thank you, what?” Steve fished. 

“Thank you for filling up my ass, Bucky.”

Capturing your face, Bucky cradled it in his hands as he smiled, “you’re so fucking welcome,” before dipping down to steal a sweet kiss, “any time, doll, any time…” 

With your nose nuzzled against Bucky’s, your boyfriend’s low voice once more found your ears, “hey baby? Why don’t you slide my cock back in, huh? Stretch that little pussy out as well?”

Reaching down to seize it, you hummed fuzzily, “mhm,” before slipping it in, your eyes promptly fluttering shut at the ecstasy. 

Their thrusts were slow but immensely intense, with a roughness hiding behind the pace that made you tremble between them. 

“Fucking hell, if you don’t marry this girl, Cap,” you felt Bucky’s boorish fingers wrap around your delicate throat, “one of us will.”

Fighting to peel your blissful eyes open, you first caught sight of Steve’s adoring features beneath you, gazing between your fuzzy expression and your stretched-out holes as if you were some mystical goddesses. But then your vision glanced across the crowd of professional football players, all fixated on you and nobody else, stroking their cocks to the exact pace your holes got filled. 

“I-I-, fuck-…” you whimpered as felt yourself once again near the edge.

“What, are you gonna cum again, sweetheart?” Steve moaned, rolling his hips up into you in a synchronized rhythm, “I can feel you-, christ, you clench down so fucking tight when you’re all stuffed like this,” he snaked his fingers down to strum your aching and overly sensitive clit, your frame nearly bucking away from him as he bullied the painfully puffy pearl. 

“It’s too much, fuck-, I don’t think I can take it anymore,” you heard yourself cry, feeling as if you might actually pass out. 

“No, no, baby, you can, you can,” your boyfriend declared determinedly, not slowing down one bit at the sight of your pout, “you can take it, you can cum with the both of us inside of you.”

“B-but it’s so much, I-”

“Don’t worry, we’ve got you, don’t we, Buck?”

“Right here, doll,” Bucky’s warm palm slid down your front and grasped your left tit, his whole arm curving over you like a seatbelt holding you upright and close to him, “just fall and we’ll catch you.”

And with that, your pour pussy poured out everything it had, tears spewing from your eyes at the intensity.

“Aah!” 

Convulsing, you nearly tumbled to the tile below, but they both held you close, safely in their grasp as well as far down on their cocks as your gushing core clambered around them and nearly expelled them entirely. 

Maybe you fell asleep, for even a second, because that’s what it felt like when you blinked your eyes open once more to find your drowsy frame situated on the floor, the lingering aid from a few of the men to get you relocated still remaining as you blinked up at all of them.

Had it truly been that many cocks that had in one way or another been inside of you today?

Smiling up at all seven of them from your position on your wobbly knees, you let your mouth fall open and your tongue roll out once last time as they furiously jerked themselves to completion before you, the grin on your face only growing wider as their cum began to paint your skin.

Twitching and panting, the majority still let their touch linger needily as they floated back down to earth. 

Broad chest heaving with every deep breath, “babe,” Steve bit down on his smirk as he gazed down at the decorated state you were now in, “say thank you to the guys for taking such good care of you.” 

Making your gaze go on a round to catch each and every one of their doting stares, you uttered breathlessly, “thank you.”

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[sleepingdeath-light]

thigh riding headcanons ; original avengers & loki (18+)

kinktober day twenty five extra

pairing ; bruce banner x gender neutral!reader, clint barton x gender neutral!reader, loki laufeyson x gender neutral!reader, natasha romanov x gender neutral!reader, steve rogers x gender neutral!reader, thor odinson x gender neutral!reader, tony stark x gender neutral!reader

note ; minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

bruce banner

thigh riding is the safest way for bruce to pleasure you because there’s very minimal risk of him hulking out and hurting you

it also allows you both to work around his busy schedule and the state of exhaustion it leaves him in

like he can just lay back in bed in his pyjamas and let you take care of yourself with minimal work on his end whilst he just praises and encourages you in equal measure

or you can just straddle him when he’s at his desk in the lab and take care of yourself whilst he works on some paperwork — one arm holding you steady against his chest whilst the other works on whatever s.h.i.e.l.d assigned to him

he also just enjoys seeing you ride his thighs because he gets a perfect view of every expression and reaction you give him

clint barton

thigh riding is usually used as a type of foreplay for clint or just as a way for you both to get off when you’re both too tired or too busy to do anything else

it’s usually very messy and clumsy, filled with lazily wandering hands and sloppy kisses as you love against each other

he’ll be half guiding you, half letting you take control — getting pleasure both from pleasuring you and from the minimal friction caused by you brushing against his clothes crotch

clint isn’t necessarily talkative when you guys do this, but he does tend to let out a good few grunts, groans and muffled moans that sound vaguely like your name

big on teasing you about it after the fact either through outright stating how good you looked/sounded/felt or by slapping/pinching/patting your ass as a sign of appreciation

loki laufeyson

thigh riding is an act that loki can either take or leave depending on your preferences

like he doesn’t dislike it, and in fact would quite enjoy to see you pleasuring yourself on his thigh — so desperate for him that you can get off without much intervention so long as he’s there

but he solidly prefers oral and penetrative sex to thigh riding

that being said, if you were to ask him he’d be more than happy to oblige — spreading his legs wide to accommodate you where he’s sat and patting one thigh in an inviting gesture be treated by the smug, mischievous smirk that graces his features

he’d either give you his complete attention or none at all; either returning his focus back to whatever it was he was doing beforehand (likely reading a book) and allowing you to take what you needed from him, or taking complete control and guiding you every step of the way as you get off on his thigh

the former is a subtle way to humiliate you and get you to beg for him — to show off the effect he has on you without him having to say a word (you can’t get off without him yet you’re eager enough to soil his clothes with your desperation)

and the latter is a complete show of his dominant nature: large hands grasping at your waist or hips to hold you in place with no room for argument, piercing eyes shamelessly looking over every inch of your body, strong thigh pressed up against your clothed sex and silver tongue teasing and mocking you for your desperation

either way, your climax will come on his terms and you’ll be receiving plentiful teasing commentary before, during and after the fact (including remarks about you returning the favour in due time)

natasha romanov

thigh riding is something that nat enjoys being on the giving and receiving end of depending on her mood

if you’ve been good or she’s too tired to have sex with you, she’ll instruct you to straddle her thigh and ride it — keeping one hand on your hip to maintain control as she lets you take what you need

though this doesn’t mean she’ll let you get away with anything — you’re still very much so at her mercy even if you’re on top, so expect to be given instructions to follow and proper punishments if you fail to do so

even if your relationship is more vanilla, nat would still maintain this air of dominance she’d just lay off the punishments

if she were to ride you, however, it’s usually due to a combination of your misbehaviour and her need for release

as in she’ll straddle you and take whatever pleasure she wants, allowing you to see her completely bare and horny, but forbidding you from touching her and denying you that same release in return (i.e. you can see her but you cannot touch her)

steve rogers

thigh riding is a completely alien concept to steve and would only really be done if he’s too busy to tend to you otherwise (such as if he’s prepping for a mission and has been neglecting you)

doesn’t really guide you as he trusts you enough to let you take what you need, but will have one hand lightly gripping your waist to make sure you don’t fall

will dutifully follow any requests you make of him — though he will 100% get rather red in the face and stammer slightly through his “of course”s and “like that?”s

and whilst he does try to get his work done, he can’t help but get distracted and aroused by the sounds you’re making and the feeling of you sliding along his thigh — especially if you’re leaving a wet patch behind

so despite his best efforts, no more work will be done after this as thigh riding will usually precede love making unless he’s physically unable to do so for some reason

thor odinson

thor is always eager to please you and can get off on giving pleasure alone, so thigh riding would be something he’d happy to try with you

starts off very chatty and vocal, one hand leisurely resting on the small of your back as he praises and compliments you in every tongue he knows — only occasionally breaking it up with questions about if you’d like him to do anything

trusts you to take the reins for the most part, but will sometimes move his thigh up to meet you just to get a reaction out of you

well he tries to hand over the reins, but after a while the combined friction of your leg accidentally brushing against his crotch and the feeling of your arousal through his clothes starts to get the better of him and he starts to take control

of course he’s still chasing your high, but the way his large hands are gripping your waist and his mouth is crashing against yours — successfully muffling the loud groans and grunts he’s making — may be enough to convince you otherwise

but either way you’ll end up reaching your high soon enough, with plentiful bruises on your hips and the swollen lips to prove it

tony stark

tony tends to treat thigh riding as a type of foreplay or one way of him to meet you in the middle if you have a higher libido — which would be shocking considering his reputation

he doesn’t really get too much pleasure out of having you ride him, but he’s not shy about enjoying the view - tending to lean back on his forearms and letting you take what you need

shamelessly looks you up and down and is very big on dirty talk when you’re riding his thighs — commenting on how he can feel you through his clothes and telling you to just “take what you need honey/babe/etc.” whilst he relaxes

as foreplay he’d be much more involved, using it as a way to make sure you’re prepped and excited beforehand by moving with you and reaching down to play with you through your clothes as you grind against him

but either way this man will not be subtle about how much he loves seeing you come undone on top of him

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[amasterpieceofmadness]

How the Marvel men treat you on Valentines Day

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

masterlist

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]

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

header made by: @firefly-graphics

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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[marvelwitchergilmore]

Out Of Depth (But We’ll Be Okay)

Summary: Clint Barton x Fe!Reader -> You and Clint have been having an intimate relationship and it’s been hidden from the rest of the team. But, what happens when Fate throws you both a curve ball and it can no longer remain a secret?

Disclaimer: Fluff, swearing, feelings of being completely terrified of life, Sam and Bucky being idiots. Ignoring Endgame and CW. Clint has never been married or has kids in this fic. Friends/Co-workers to lovers. FwB SMUT (description is brief in the beginning, so feel free to skip), mentions of unprotected sex (be safe, wrap it up) MDNI. IF YOU CONTINUE READING THIS, YOU ARE CONSENTING TO READING 18+ THEMES. THIS IS YOUR WARNING.

Clint was good at his job. 

He had to be. He had no other choice. If he wasn’t good, that meant he was bad and that could result in one of two things. Either, he’d get fired. Or, he’d die. If he was bad at his job, he’d prefer his exit to be the former of the two options, but when it came down to it, he wouldn’t really have a choice. 

But, he was good at his job. So, it didn’t matter. 

What he wasn’t good at, however, was being a dad. Or, at least, being told he was about to become one and not freak out about it. 

You had told him three days after you had found out yourself. 

You could remember it. Being stood in your bathroom until you saw the very pink double lines appear on the centre of the stick, which made you back up until you sat on the toilet seat and placed a hand to your mouth. 

At first, you didn’t know how to react. 

You and Clint weren’t exactly…together. 

It had started just over a year ago when, after some strange happenings on missions, you found comfort in one another. It was just simple and casual. No strings. Just sex. But you were friends. And co-workers. So, you were both incredibly careful. 

But then you remembered the night in the hospital. Well, medical bay. 

10 weeks prior, you’d both been on a mission that left you more than worse for wear. Stage 4 concussion, three broken ribs, the rest severely bruised, cuts and scrapes to the rest of your body and loss of memory for the first 24 hours. 

But, on your final check-up, you were left by the doctors, alone, in your room. 

During your stay, Clint had come almost every night to sit with you. Even helped you get to and from the bathroom when the lights were too bright and your entire body felt like it had just been hit by a 1000 tonne truck. 

Other nights, when he wasn’t helping you to and from the bathroom, he’d lie with you and you’d both sit and watch some crappy old movies that Clint had managed to find. Some were better than others, but even then, you’d both fall asleep half way through. 

But, after 10 weeks, you had your final check up and Clint came to see you. 

You both talked for a while, about what was to come. What missions would be given, when you were going to be put back into the field, what he had done to Natasha to make her so mad that she came to you to ask for help in getting back at him. 

And then he sat beside you and asked how you were feeling. 

“Like I want to get out of here.” you had answered honestly. “I just want to get back to normal.”

“And your head? You took quite the hit.” Clint pushed a strand of hair from your face so he could see you more clearly. 

“The concussion has gone but I still have a small headache.”

“You know, there are ways to get rid of that.”

You smirked, already having an idea on where Clint was going with this. “So, I’ve heard.”

“Maybe I could help you out?”

“Really? How so?”

Slowly, Clint moved closer to you before you continued to lie back until he was flush against you and the mattress where he slowly kissed your neck. 

“Well, there is the usual. Yoga,” a kiss, “Sleep,” another, “some weird tea that probably tastes like nail polish remover,” another kiss. “And then there's my idea. And, it technically hits two of the three.”

“Oh, really?” you laughed as he continued to press his lips against your skin. “And what is that?”

“I think you already know, baby.”

You smiled before his lips met yours. From there, your bodies took over. Your hands came up his side before pushing their way through his hair. His knee pressed between your thighs, teasing you ever so slightly. Meanwhile, his hands gripped at your hips pulling you closer as a moan emptied itself into his mouth. 

“Let me take care of you,” you heard him tell you before his lips moved back down your neck, leaving a trail of, come by morning, love bites in their wake. 

Usually, you were both so careful. But that night…that night you just wanted each other. Needed each other, even. You let him take care of you; his fingers pressing into your skin just hard enough to make you want more, his lips and tongue leaving marks across your body that only made it yearn for more, his knee pressing against you before he replaced it with his hand, his fingers curling up inside of you. All the while, he watched you curse underneath him, swear to God, swear to anyone who would hear your cries of pleasure. He felt your hands roam his body until he finally moved himself to your core where he felt your fingers and nails run themselves down the back of his head and neck, begging him for more. 

You climaxed twice before he entered you, and even then, you came again. 

He was the only man who had done this to you. Others, they had come close, but it was never like this. Clint took his time, teasing your body in ways you didn’t know would have you begging for him to the point where you felt as if it was going to last forever. 

And afterwards, he’d take care of you then, too. He’d wipe away any wetness from you before handing you a glass of water and helping you stand despite wanting to fall asleep in his arms there and then. By the time you’d get back from the bathroom, he’d hand you a t-shirt of his that just covered you - but still, if you weren’t both so relaxed, he’d take you there and then…again. 

And you’d let him. 

But that night, rather than using any safe measurements, it all remained unprotected. Something that would only come to your mind after being sat in the bathroom for an hour and half, staring at the two very pink lines on the white stick. 

It took you three days to initially come to terms with what was about to happen. Even then, you hadn’t fully accepted it. You were pregnant with Clint’s baby. And in 9 to 10 months, that baby will be born, hopefully healthy, and soon enough would be an exact share of your and Clint’s DNA.

On the fourth day, you went in search of Clint. And, you found him in his bedroom at the compound. 

After giving your knock, he called for you to come in. 

“It’s unlocked!”

The moment you entered, you locked the door behind you. 

“Clint?”

“In here.”

Tony had created a connecting room for him to practise against targets so when you entered he had his arrow drawn and released it on bullseye. 

“Hey,”

“Hey.”

“We need to talk.”

“I’m all ears.” 

You nodded. Mostly, his focus was on the targets so at least that made it easier not having to look him in the eye. 

“Okay, I’ll just get to it,” you took a breath, clasping your hands together. “I’m pregnant.”

The arrow that Clint had drawn and intended to go through bullseye once more…landed in the wall. 

“You’re…”

“Pregnant,” you nodded. “9 weeks, I think, at least.”

“When did…”

“Three days ago. I know, I’m freaking out, too.”

Clint looked back to the targets, not knowing where else to look. 

“I just thought you should know.”

Clint nodded before backing up and sitting down on one of the chairs beside the wall. 

“You’re pregnant?”

You nodded. “Yep.”

“And I’m gonna be…”

“Yep.”

“Huh.”

You moved to sit beside him. “I know. Believe me, I’m still trying to wrap my head around the whole thing.”

“Does anyone else know?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“You’re really pregnant?”

Sighing, you lifted your hips from the chair to pull the fresh pregnancy test from your back pocket. “Pretty positive.”

You handed him the test where he let out a small gasp, covering his mouth as he looked down at the two pink lines. 

“Look, I don’t know what I’m doing.” you said. “And…if you don’t want to be involved, I’ll figure it out. But, I want you. I want you to be involved.”

“No, no, no,” Clint cut you off. Despite the fact he was in complete shock, something he was certain of was…”I wanna…I wanna be involved. If we’re in this, we’re in this together.”

You nodded after a moment. It was nice to have some support and know you’re not alone in your fear. 

Clint soon looked back to the stick before reaching over and taking your hand in his. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

You could see a small smile growing on his face, which mirrored itself on yours. “We’re gonna have a baby.”

A small laugh came from Clint’s lips before he pulled you closer into a hug, the pair of you looking at the double lines before he turned and looked to your stomach. You weren’t showing yet, but you would be soon. 

Gently, Clint lay his hand over your stomach before you placed both of your hands over his. 

“We can do this, right?”

“We’ll figure it out.”

You smiled. “Okay.”

It took a while to figure out how to tell people since they didn’t know you and Clint were together in the first place. But, one morning when Sam had woken up and found you in the kitchen, reading, whilst Clint cooked breakfast, he offered you a cup of coffee. 

Usually, you’d never turn one down. And always had it at full strength. 

Only, for the last couple of weeks, Sam hadn’t seen you with a coffee or even a beer on a Friday night. He also hadn’t seen you in the sparring ring for a while. Typically, you’d usually be against him or Clint and within seconds, you had them on the ground. That was a tactic neither of them could figure out. 

“Are you on a cleanse or something?”

“Why?” 

Clint looked over his shoulder to you, only to see your eyes focused on Sam. 

“Because you haven’t been drinking coffee or any kind of alcohol or caffeine.” Sam said before letting out a chuckle to himself as he poured himself a coffee. “Either that or you’re pregnant.”

Silence settled over the room and the moment you and Clint locked eyes, having a telepathic 

conversation between one another…Sam noticed. 

Confusion was the first thing he felt. Why on earth would you and Clint look at one another like you had a secret? 

“What? What is it?”

Clint tilted his head quickly. It was up to you. 

You nodded and turned back to Sam. 

“Actually…”

Sam put his coffee down and stepped back. “Wait, you’re…?”

“Pregnant.”

“Holy- Oh my - Holy shit.” Sam broke out in a smile before rounding the kitchen island and hugging you. “Holy shit, you’re actually- wow. Wait, who’s the-”

Then when Clint came behind you, laying a plate of food in front of you, and you looked at him, Sam took another step back. “Oh my God.”

“No-one else knows so, please, can you keep this to yourself for now?” You asked. “We’re still trying to figure out how to tell people.”

“I didn’t even know you two were, like, a thing.”

“Technically, we weren’t.”

“But you’re having a kid together?”

You nodded. “But, please, Sam, keep this to yourself for now.”

“Keep what to himself?” Bucky entered the kitchen. 

“Nothing.” Sam answered walking back to his coffee. 

Bucky, with narrowed eyes, made his way around the kitchen. His eyes barely left Sam. “Oh, come on, you can’t keep a secret to save your life.”

“I can.”

“Not with me. Took you all of five minutes to tell me that Jessica from accounting is having twins.” Bucky said before he saw a bead of sweat drip down the back of Sam’s neck as his eyes widened for a split second before looking at you. “Oh, my God. You’re pregnant.”

“How did you-”

“Told you. He can’t keep a secret from me. Also, you haven’t drunk a single ounce of coffee in, like, four weeks. So, it’s either that or you’re on a cleanse. And you would never give up coffee voluntarily.”

“Well, if you know everything, Einstein,” Sam turned to Bucky. “Who’s the dad?”

“Barton.”

You dropped your fork, finishing your mouthful before looking to Bucky with the expression of Oh, for God’s sake. How? Meanwhile, Sam seemed slightly offended and confused at the fact Bucky seemed to have the whole thing figured out. 

“What? She’s wearing his shirt.” 

You looked down and realised it was true. How had you not even noticed?

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. But, you should tell people soon or else they’re gonna figure it out. Also, you might want to add more ginger to your meals.” Bucky added. “It’ll help with the morning sickness.”

“How the hell do you know all of this?” 

Bucky shrugged, sipping his own coffee. “I had to help a woman give birth in a small town in Germany. When I came back, I figured it was more likely to happen so I read a couple books. I can lend them to you, if you want.”

It was safe to say you, Clint and Sam were more confused over Bucky’s hidden history as a midwife than your and Clint’s relationship and baby. 

“So, when’s your first scan?”

“Okay, this conversation’s too weird for me. Can we please change the subject?”

“Can we see the pictures when you do?” Sam asked. “I wanna see a picture of my nephew or niece. I call ‘favourite uncle’.”

“Who says you get it?” 

“I do.” Sam told Bucky. “We all know Nat’s gonna have first dibs at Aunt. I call Uncle.”

“What about me? Or Steve?”

“Steve’s everyone’s Grandpa. He gets that title.”

Whilst the two idiots in front of you argued over the title of ‘favourite uncle’ before eventually coming to the decision that the kid will decide, Clint had come behind you, taking your empty plate from you. 

“What do you say we make a run for it? Someone will find them and ask them what they’re arguing about. Let them tell the rest of the team.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Slipping yourself from the stand, you felt Clint take your hand in his before you both made a run for it out of the kitchen, down the hall and into Clint’s bedroom. 

Miraculously, you both managed to shower and get dressed, packing a small bag before making a run for it and not being stopped or called by anyone. 

Clint drove you both out of town for a couple of hours to a small town clinic. They were small enough to know that they were away from Shield’s radar as well as the Avengers. And, with barely any people in the waiting room, there were no people trying to report news over why you and Hawkeye were in a maternity ward. 

The doctor called your name and you and Clint headed inside where you lay on the bed and began asking questions about your health and when you think you got pregnant before covering the lower half of your stomach in cold gel and began the ultrasound. 

“One thing I will say is that you have to be careful. I understand the professions you two are in, but where you can, rest. Try not to lift anything heavy over your head as it can strain your lower back,” the doctor gave you both some more advice before they moved to find the baby’s heartbeat. 

“See this, right here?” you and Clint looked at the monitor. “That’s your baby and this…” a small galloping sound from the speakers. “is your baby’s heartbeat.”

As one hand lay below your head, your other was in Clint’s hand. Swiftly, he brought your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckle as you both watched the monitor and listened to the sound of your baby’s heartbeat. 

“Oh, my God.” It brought tears to both of your eyes. 

“I’ll get you some pictures printed off.”

“Thank you, Doc.”

“Clint,” his eyes didn’t leave the monitor until you looked at him. “That’s our baby.”

“That’s our baby.” Clint smiled back before leaning in and pressing a quick kiss to your lips before laying his arm around you, both of you looking at the monitor. 

The doctor handed you some paper towels to wipe the gel from your stomach before leaving the room for a moment to grab a couple of information pamphlets and other small things that would help you and Clint on your journey. 

By the time you got back into the car, you and Clint simply looked at the photos you had been given. From the pile, Clint tore one away and placed it in his sun visor.

The rest of the day, you and Clint drove around the small town, taking in a couple of the sights, eating at their ‘Number One Diner’ before hitting a couple of smaller stores, buying a couple of baby things. Thankfully, anyone that you ran into didn’t seem to have a clue who you or Clint were. Either that, or they simply didn’t care. That made it a lot easier to buy baby clothes and books. 

And, by the time the sun was setting over the horizon, you and Clint sat on the hood of his car, your laps covered by a checked blanket and a soda in your lap, Clint’s phone rang. 

“Who is it?”

“Nat.”

The moment Clint answered, Natasha was already speaking. 

“You’re having a baby and you left the members of Sesame Street to tell me?”

Clint turned to you, “They’ve blabbed.”

“Wow. Took longer than I thought.” You said, looking at your watch. 

“Is she with you?” Natasha asked. 

“Yeah.”

“Good, tell her I’m mad at her, too.” 

“Nat said she’s mad at you.”

“She’s mad at you, too.”

“Guess we’re gonna have to find someone else to be this kid’s favourite Aunt.”

“Whoa, hey-”

“Guess we could ask Wanda?” you suggested. “Or maybe your Rookie?”

“Kate? Really?” Clint asked. “She is the closest in age to the kid. What about-”

“Hey, hey! Do not give my title away! I did not fight to save your life to have my title of favourite Aunt thrown to some Rookie.”

“You like Kate.”

“Besides the point.” Natasha brushed off. “That title stays with me.”

“What do you think? Should we let her?”

“Is she still mad at us?”

“I don’t think she can be if we give her the title.”

“Okay then,” you smiled before taking a sip of your soda. “You only get the title if you’re not mad at us.”

“Fine, hold on a sec,” in the background you heard Nat shout for Steve. “Rogers, be mad at Barton for me.”

“He threatened to take away your title?” you and Clint heard Steve laugh before the phone was passed to him. 

“Maybe.”

“Hey Clint.” Steve said. “Congrats, man. We’re all really happy for the two of you.”

“Thanks. That means a lot.”

“Just a word of warning, though.” Steve began. “Tony’s already started clearing a space out in the compound for a nursery so if you two thought you’d be moving out, I don’t think Tony will let you leave.”

“Thanks for the warning.”

“What is it?” you asked Clint. 

“You know how we talked about finding a house?” you nodded. “That’s not gonna happen.”

“Tony?”

“Yep.”

You smiled with a small chuckle. “Figures.”

Steve hung up soon after that, leaving you and Clint in your own little world for a while to watch the stars and moon settle over the land.

Over the next couple of weeks, time was spent between telling Shield and HR about what was going on and getting ready for what was to come. Hill gave you both a grilling but, off the record, she was happy for the both of you. Fury had done the same thing, fully expecting an invite to the baby shower. You had also been assigned to desk duty and advising from over Skype. 

Clint could see you were getting agitated so he pulled a couple strings to get you into teaching the new recruits. It wouldn’t be a job that would put you into danger and it would keep you busy just enough for you not to be completely bored. 

The nights you spent by Clint’s side. Each night you’d both ready a couple of the parenting books you’d bought from the small town outside the city or what Bucky had gifted. 

Neither of you had really talked about what your status was together. The nurses at the hospital had referred to Clint as your husband, something neither of you had corrected. Not that you had noticed initially. 

Even the team had questioned it at certain points, but never when you were together. 

So, as you sat beside one another, reading over the books that spoke about ‘mom’ and ‘dad’, Clint turned to you. 

“What are we?”

“I don’t know.”

“Me either.”

“Are we even meant to be something?”

“Well, we’re co-parents, right?”

“Yeah.”

A silence settled over you both for a moment before you placed a hand on your belly and spoke before looking at Clint. “We can do this, right? Be parents together?”

“Of course we can.”

“Then why do I feel so out of my depth?” you asked. 

Clint sat up, pulling you with him. “Hey, look at me. We can do this.”

“What if we screw up, Clint?”

Wiping away the small tears from your eyes, Clint gave you a smile. “Then it means we’re parents. They all screw up, right? But, if we can’t do something, we’ll just send the kid to one of their aunts or uncles. This kid has got a big family. At least we can give the jobs of Birds and the Bees to someone else.”

You laughed. “Like Nat?”

“I love her, but probably not.”

You laughed again, wiping away the tears from your eyes, your emotions coming back into check. “Yeah, probably not. We should keep Bucky off that list, too.”

“Agreed.” Clint nodded. “What about Pepper?”

“We should probably tag team her with someone. She’s a strong woman but this kid is half you, half me. If it’s not awkward to begin with, it will be eventually.”

“That’s true.”

You and Clint shared a laugh as he took your hands in his, keeping his eyes on you before he moved closer and kissed your lips. He brushed the hair from your face, your hand coming to his wrist. For a moment, he thought you were about to push him away, but instead you brought him closer. 

The months passed with pain and pleasure. 

The further you got into your pregnancy, the more the nights became restless and the pain spread across your body. However, the only thing that seemed to remain pleasurable was being able to make a start on the nursery and the fact that your morning sickness had worn off. But also, having Clint by your side, knowing you weren’t alone in your fear or excitement…that made it all a little easier. 

Natasha, with the aid of Bucky and Sam - who she sent on errands to keep them out of her way - planned the baby shower where you and Clint found out the gender of your baby and learned that Fury, Clint, Sam (by default as he and Bucky flipped a coin for which gender they guessed), Wanda and Yelena were the only ones to guess correctly. 

A baby girl. 

The moment the pink powder released from the target as Clint shot a single arrow to its centre, everyone erupted in cheers and shouts of enjoyment. 

Yelena and Sam rubbed their success in Kate and Bucky’s face, respectfully, whilst Hill handed Fury 20 bucks and Clint came to find you, hugging you tightly from behind and you looked with joy to the pink powder. 

“We’re having a girl.”

“We’re having a girl,” you confirmed with a smile. 

Eventually, your due date came…and passed. 

You were already on maternity leave, so your days passed slower than usual. Clint would come in and check on you at lunch and on his breaks. 

Your days were spent in uncomfortable pain, watching crappy movies and tv shows. Sometimes, someone from the team would come and sit with you and Sam and Bucky had taken a liking to Bake Off - it led to them sitting in the kitchen, baking sweet treats for you to try until you declared a winner. 

But, one afternoon, sitting outside with a book resting on your pregnant belly, watching the trainees run their drills on the ground, Steve came and joined you outside. 

“How are you doing, Momma?” 

You smiled as Steve stepped from the sliding door and sat at the end of where your feet were propped up on the sofa. 

“Eh,”

“That bad?”

You sighed, sitting up a little higher. “I love this kid, but I just want her out already. Come out, please.”

Steve chuckled as you held your belly and yelled in the hopes she’d hear you. 

She just kicked back. 

“As stubborn as her dad.”

“She’ll be here soon,” Steve smiled. “And you and Clint will have your hands full.”

“Can’t wait.” you said. “I like being busy. This,” you motioned around you, “I don’t like it.”

You and Steve sat and chatted for a while longer, mostly about the missions coming up and the books you had been reading. He’d leant you a couple which you had managed to finish in four days. 

But then…

You hissed in pain, holding your belly. 

“Whoa, you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine, just uncomfortable.”

Then the pain came again. “Ow, okay, no. That hurt. Ow!”

Steve sat up quickly, helping you as carefully as he could. “Come on, you need to get to the hospital.”

“I guess she heard me.” 

Steve laughed, and so did you - which only brought some more pain. 

“Clint, I need to call him.”

“I’ll call him on the way to the hospital.”

“He’s on the other side of town-”

Steve helped you inside, “He’ll get there. I promise.”

Then Bucky and Sam came around the corner. “Hey, are you okay?”

“She’s going into labour. Do you know where Clint put your hospital bag?”

“Bedroom, under the bed.” you told Steve who then gave the instructions to Sam and Bucky. 

“I’ll get the bag,” Sam shouted, running right before Bucky ran left. 

“I’ll bring the car around.”

“Steve, I’m scared.”

“I know, but you’re gonna be okay.”

Steve gave you a kind smile that reassured you of his promise. 

By the time you got downstairs, Sam and Bucky were rushing around like two headless chickens. Bucky hopped out of the driver’s seat and ran to the otherside, pulling the door open. Steve helped you inside before taking the keys from Bucky. 

“One of you needs to go and pick Clint up. Buck, take the bike.”

“On it.”

“Sam, go and find Natasha.” Steve commanded. “Let her and the others know what’s happening.”

“Steve!” 

“Okay, go.”

Steve jumped into the driver's seat before pulling out of the driveway and towards the hospital. On the way, he pressed a couple of buttons on the monitor inside the car, calling Clint. 

“Clint, listen to me, Bucky’s on his way to you.” Steve explained. 

“Is everything okay?”

“I’m going into labour! Ow, crap.”

“Oh, shit.”

“We’re on our way to the hospital now, just meet us there.”

“Okay,”

In the background, you heard the roaring of Bucky’s motorbike. He had to have driven through multiple red lights. 

“He’s here now. Honey? It’s gonna be okay.”

“Just get here, please. I’m not doing this without you. Argh, fuck.”

“I’ll be there.”

“Clint!” Bucky shouted. 

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.” you replied. “Just get here.”

“Clint we’re pulling in now,”

“Okay, I’m on my way.”

“Barton!”

As you were rolled into the labour suite, Steve kept watch for Clint before he came barrelling around the corner, not fully aware of where he was going. 

“Barton!”

Clint followed Steve’s voice in a circle until he finally spotted him and ran down the hall to your room. 

“How is she? Is she okay? Is the baby okay? What did the nurses say? Is everything-”

Steve took Clint by his shoulders. “Everything’s okay. They’ve just broken her waters so she’ll be giving birth soon enough. I’ll keep the others out here.”

“Thanks, and thank you, Steve.”

“No need,” Steve smiled. “Now go to her.”

Clint gave a final smile before entering the room and rushing over to you. And you couldn’t have held him tighter. 

“I’m scared, Clint.” you told him as the midwife came in and told you you were ready to give birth. 

“I know, baby. So am I, but you’ve got this, okay? Hey, look at me.” you looked at him as he held onto your hand. “You’ve got this. I love you,”

“I love you, too.”

It was only now that you realised today, of all days, was the first time you’d both told one another the truth of your feelings towards each other. 

Clint pressed a kiss to your lips. “Stay with me?”

He nodded. “Always.”

“Okay, dad, help her up.” the midwife called your name. “When I tell you to push, give me all the strength you can muster, okay?”

You hummed nervously. Maybe you were wrong. Maybe you wanted her to stay inside, for a little while longer. 

Clint held your hand the whole way through, pushing the stray hairs from your face and holding his arm across your back for support as you pushed and pushed and pushed until finally a cry rang out throughout the room. 

“You did it, mom. A beautiful baby girl.”

“You hear that?” Clint looked at you, smiling as he pushed the last couple of hairs from your face. “You did it, momma. She’s here.”

“She’s here? Is she okay?”

Clint looked over to the nurses and midwives measuring, cleaning and weighing your baby girl. “Yeah, yeah. They’re just cleaning her off.”

Clint had tears in his eyes as he looked back at you, pressing a kiss to your head and your lips. “You did it.”

Moments later, you were handed your baby girl wrapped in the blanket you and Clint had bought her all the way back when you had your first scan. 

Feeling her skin against yours, you felt your heart explode. 

Clint didn’t leave either of your sides once, looking down to his baby girl and the love of his life. 

“I love you, and I love her.”

“She’s so small.” 

A few hours later, you and Clint were sitting in a clean hospital bed, your baby girl in his arms as she slept. 

Wanda was the first to enter, Sam and Kate quickly followed behind before Bucky, Natasha and Steve followed suit. 

“Hey, can we come in?”

“Yeah, come on in, guys.”

“Hey, honey, how you feeling?” Wanda asked you, walking over. 

“Tired.”

“Can I see her?”

Clint carefully handed your daughter over to Wanda where Sam and Bucky stood around her. “She’s beautiful.” was the main repeated comment between the three of them. “And strong, too.”

“She gets that from her mom,” Clint smiled at you before looking towards Kate. 

“I brought you a couple things,” Kate told both you and Clint. “Figured everyone will be thinking about the baby, they’ll forget about you - and you’d probably forget about yourselves. So, your usual from Benny’s.” You praised Kate as a saint as she handed you the familiar paper bag. “Plus, a bag filled with every post-birth thing you could possibly need. Wendy has a Nurse-friend who has had, like, a gazillion kids, so she knows all the tricks of the trade.”

You smiled, hugging Kate. “Thank you.”

“Oh, and, Clint,” Kate handed him. “This is more for the baby, but I figured you could hold onto it for her until she grows up.”

Inside was a kid’s bow and arrow with an old, small carving in the top. 

K.B

And then underneath it, 

E.B

“Figured it should be passed down to the next generation of Hawkeyes,” 

Clint tried his best to keep his emotions in check as he smiled at the meaning of this gift. 

The bow and arrow that had once belonged to Kate now belonged to his daughter and when she was old enough, she could learn to shoot just like her dad. 

“Thank you, Kate. Really. This means…a lot.”

You rubbed your hand over his forearm before taking his hand in yours. 

After an hour, and lots of pictures, everyone else headed home and you and Clint were left with you baby girl, fast asleep in the hospital cot. 

“Our very own baby Hawkeye.” you smiled, leaning on Clint’s chest as his hand rested on the side of the cot, his eyes only leaving his daughter to look at you. 

“I never thought I could be this scared and happy at the same time.”

“Ditto.”

“We can do this, right?” Clint asked you. 

“She’s here now, we don’t have much of a choice.”

Clint chuckled and looked back at his daughter. “True. God, I can’t believe she’s here.”

“I know,” you smiled. 

Clint kissed the top of your head, holding you closer before looking at you. “I love you.”

You looked up to him and nodded. “I love you, too.”

Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your lips before leaning his head against yours. 

“I know this is nearly 2 years, too late, but…do you want to get dinner with me tomorrow?”

You chuckled, smiling. “I’d love to.”

“Great, I’ll meet you here, 6 o’clock, Benny’s included? I’ll be the one sitting beside you.” 

Laying your arm over his stomach and leaning in closer, still smiling, you replied; “I can’t wait.”

Smiling, you could hear the thrill come from Clint’s heart inside his chest before he placed another kiss on your head and you both kept your eyes on your daughter. 

Your baby Hawkeye, Evelyn Natasha Barton.

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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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[wntrsnat]

B/N/C Writing Challenge (2023a)

A while back, I promised to host a writing challenge for those who ship Bucky Barnes and Natasha Romanoff. I abandoned the idea after a few little attempts and came back to it only today.

I reworked the original concept to center around three characters, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, and Clint Barton, to accommodate a variety of shippers.

Rules and prompts are under the cut!

! Participation Rules

Follow me.

Reblog this post.

Send me an ask with the desired prompt's number. Prompt can be exchanged for another later. A second prompt can be claimed after completing the first (must be not be anonymous!) (prompts are below).

Tag me in your entry.

Tag your entry with #BNC2023

! Work Rules

Any ship combination (including poly ship) of those characters is allowed: Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, reader.

At least one main character should be Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff or Clint Barton.

Any universe is allowed (MCU, 616, au, etc)

NSFW is allowed but must be marked.

Any possible triggers must be listed.

Any work with over 500+ words must use "see more" tag.

! Dialogue Prompts (Angst)

“How long have you been sleeping with him/her?” Claimed by @medeafive

“Oh. So, you’re back together…”

“Call me after you do some self-reflection.”

“You treat me like a rag doll you're sick of toying with.”

“You must be out of your mind.”

“I opened up to you, and you burned me.”

“He/she makes me feel safe. You don’t”

“We’re nothing but a ticking bomb.”

“We can’t resolve this one.”

“I gave you everything. And this is how you repay me?”

“You can’t keep humiliating me!”

“Shut up. Shut up. Just shut the fuck up!” Claimed by @milii-moi

“You aren’t seeing it, are you? We’re cracking. Our relationship is cracking.”

“You’ve broken my heart one too many times.” Claimed by @medeafive

“You’re the last person I’d ever be with.”

“Give me one more chance. One more. Please.”

“She/he prefers you. Not me”

“I might be a selfish asshole, but I’m not a cheater.”

“You vanished. You always vanish! What was I supposed to think?”

“You might as well twist a knife into my heart. It’ll be less painful.”

...More prompts will be added when needed.

Deadline: November 21, 2023, 11:59PM PST.

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[castieltrash1]

Tatianna, my love! Could you please do a Clint x Reader fic featuring public sex for the kinktober challenge? Our boy deserves to be loved, and in front of everyone lol :) xx

kinktober day 1 → clint barton x f!reader; public sex, deaf!clint, dirty talk, cockwarming, exhibitionism

“No one’s watching, don’t worry,” Clint whispers softly, stubble tickling the shell of your ear in a way that would make you squirm if you weren’t desperately trying to hide the fact you’re cockwarming him in a room of a hundred people; a few whose eyes have lingered on you in a way that makes your skin crawl. The thought of them knowing what’s really happening under your bunched-up skirt and the conveniently placed tabletop masquerading your salacious acts is both exhilarating and terrifying.

For a moment, you consider saying something, telling him it’s too much too fast, that your growing nerves outweigh the pleasure. He’s long since pocketed his hearing aids -- the loud music and overlapping conversations growing irritating -- but you’ve got a few nonverbal cues, and his hand pressed against your torso means he’d feel the vibration of you speaking if you tried. Instead, you bite back a whimper when Clint’s free hand disappears under the hem of your skirt, bypassing your pushed-aside panties to rub against your swollen clit, wet with the arousal that coats the base of his cock.

“Don’t let anyone hear those cute sounds,” Clint commands, pinching you between his thumb and forefinger and chuckling at how you instinctively clench around him. It’s not enough to make either of you cum, but he doesn’t seem put off by that, instead driven to see how far he can push you before you drag him to the nearest abandoned hallway or closet and fuck his brains out.

He holds you closer to his chest, hips rocking into yours, and your head spins when he murmurs “just a little longer.”

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kinktober rules/requests ♡

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[acriminalmind]

Covered in White

MaleAvengers x Fem!Reader

Summary: After stressful missions, the men want to de-stress and empty themselves and you are the perfect candidate to help them do that. 

Male Avengers in this story: Tony Stark, Steve Rodgers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, Clint barton. 

Warnings: smut, bondage, buttplug, masturbating, cum eating, vaginal, oral (m receiving), kidnapping, voyeurism, praise, pet names, Stockholm Syndrome.

Tell me if I missed any warnings.

Idk what this is. It's certainly not my best work. Maybe I'll delete this later, maybe not. This is more like a short story made out of shorter stories. Nevertheless, Enjoy!

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Clint had been sent on a mission to a Hydra base to gather useful information when he first saw you. You were one of the Hydra scientists The Avengers were after. The moment the men saw a picture of you they knew they wanted to have you to fulfill their needs. Clint got the information he needed and then decided to wait for you to leave the base. A little after midnight you walked outside, but before you got to your car an electronic arrow struck your face and knocked you out. Clint picked you up and put you in the jet. When he had you strapped tied on one of the chairs he sends out a message to the guys with a picture of your sleeping form. Looking back at you one more time with a dark look, he started the jet and flew back to the compound. "Time to bring you to your new home."

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The sunlight peeking through the curtains woke you up. When you opened your eyes you had no idea where you were. In a slight panic, you hadn't noticed that your hands and feet were bound to each post of the bed and that you were completely bare. When you did though a scream left your mouth. Clint, Steve, Bucky, Tony, Sam, and Peter were watching you through the hidden cameras. "Shall we officially welcome our prisoner, boys?" Clint asked his teammates before walking towards your chamber.

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After your captors explained what they were gonna do to you, you tried to scream for help, but to no avail. The room you were locked up in was soundproof. They said to you that this punishment was better than getting sent off to a horrible prison like the rest of the Hydra scientists they found at the base you worked at. "Maybe you will end up liking it, doll," Bucky said to you darkly before leaving the room followed by the rest. From that day they would come in unannounced to destress in or on you. Sometimes alone, other times together.

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Tony Stark

Tony came in one day after he had a pretty rough mission. He was angry and wanted to get rid of it before he went home to his wife and daughter. After getting rid of his pants and boxers he straddled your chest. The tip of his hard cock was covered in pre-cum. "You are gonna suck me dry until I'm satisfied, and don't you dare use your teeth. I will cut your toes off one by one if you do that. Do you understand, mutt?" "Yes." "Yes, who?" One of the rules you had to follow now you were their prisoner was calling them by their title. "Yes, Master." A dark smirk plastered on his face, "Good girl." He took your face in between his hands, "Open up." When you had opened your mouth to the fullest he pushed his cock inside till it was fully in and reaching the back of your throat, making you gag a little. "Your mouth feels so good on my cock." Tony started to move his head up and down. "Use your tongue, don't hold back. I know for sure that you know how to please a man with that mouth of yours. Prove it, or you will be punished." He let go of your head so you could move on your own. Licking his shaft, you murmured around his cock to send vibrations, which makes him moan. "Yes, like that. Don't stop." Looking up at him you saw that he had thrown his hand back. Feeling the throbbing of his cock you speeded up your pace. "I'm gonna cum," he warned before he spurted his load into your mouth. Before getting off of you he forced you to swallow his cum, which he watched you do with darkness in his eyes. "Till next time, pet." He walked out of the room after he had dressed back up again and locked the door behind him.

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Bucky & Steve 

Bucky and Steve always came together. They had won a fight against a small army of Hydra soldiers and they wanted to celebrate that. They freed you from your ropes, knowing that you couldn't escape, and manhandled you on all fours. When they both were naked they took their position. Steve kneeled in front of you, slapping his huge cock against your cheek, ordering you to open, which you did and Bucky kneeled behind you and inserted his stiff member into your behind. "Good girl, taking both of our cock so good." Steve grabs ahold of your hair and stuffs more of his cock into your mouth. Bucky's grip on your hips tightened. "Feels good, doesn't it, doll?" Steve pulls your mouth off of his cock so you can answer, "Yes, sir," before putting it back in. "Gripping me tight, you're milking me dry. Are you cumming, bud?" "I'm almost there. Her mouth feels so good around me." Your walls start to clench around Bucky his cock. He picks up his pace more, chasing his orgasm. "Prepare yourself, sweets. I'm cumming," Steve moans. When he spills into you, you feel Bucky's cum paint your other hole. They moan in a union. Bucky rides out his orgasm en with these few thrusts you feel your approaching. "Come on my cock, doll. Let us see how good we fucked you." Your wetness started dripping alongside your tighs. "That's a good Dollie. Look at the mess she made, Steve," Bucky smiled at his pal. After they both withdrew from you and made sure that you had swallowed Steve his load they laid you back on your back again tying you back to the bed, but not before putting a blue plug in between your asscheeks. They both kissed you on your head before dressing up and heading out. "Sleep tight, princess."

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Sam Wilson

Sam loved fucking into your ass. He mostly came to you after training sessions. Your feed would be freed, but your hands would still be bound to the bed. He flipped you around and pulled your ass up in the air. "Good to see you ready to take me, baby girl," he said when he admired the blue buttplug before slowly pulling it out. Bucky's cum started dripping out onto your legs. You felt the bed dip behind you. The feeling of Sam spanking your ass a few times, admiring the firmness of it made you moan. "Are you ready to take daddy?" "Yes, daddy. I'm ready. Put your cock in me, I want it in me, please." "good girl, so well-behaved. Trying to escape the first weeks, but now begging to be fucked by your owners." Sam grinned when he finally grabbed your ass and pushed himself inside of you in one swift motion. He didn't wait long before setting a brutal pace. You repeated his title over and over again with each thrust. "Take your daddy's cock, baby. Gripping me real tight. Daddy loves his sweet girl." Sam wouldn't be satisfied with one orgasm. He would give himself and you multime until he decided it was enough. Today you both got 7 orgasms before he stopped. After admiring your ass with his dripping seed he pushed the plug back in. "You were a good girl for daddy today, baby."

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Clint Barton 

Clint made you kneel in front of him in between his legs, with your hands tied behind your back. He was obsessed with your big breasts. The moment he first laid eye on you he started to fantasize about fucking them. Now his fantasies will become reality. His cock stood proud in between his legs. He grabbed your breasts and pushed his member in between them, moaning at the soft feeling of your skin. Slowly he started to move. "God, that feels good. Even better than I imagined. Laura would never let me do this to her." When he felled his orgasm approach he fastened his pace. "Open your mouth, hun. I'm gonna cum." The tip of his cock was aimed at your open mouth. He spurted his load and except for a few drops, everything went into your mouth. "Let me see your filled mouth, baby." The sight of his white juices floating in your mouth made him moan. "Swallow." You did. The drops that didn't land in your mouth made their way down your chest in between your boobs. "This will definitely happen again, sweets."

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Peter Parker

Peter was a little shy the first time he went to you, but the moment he saw you lying naked, tied down, and at his mercy all that was gone. After he had to get rid of his clothes he stood before the bed, slowly stroking his long cock in his hand, watching you. When he felt ready he laid on top of you and sweetly kissed your lips, before taking his tip in his hand and inserting himself inside you. His pace was slow but with hard thrusts, making you feel every hit on your G-spot. "You feel so good, baby." He said sweetly in between thrusts. Taking one of your nipples inside his mouth, while pinching the other with his hand. "I'm cumming, are you gonna cum?" You nodded. "Words, baby, I want words." "Yes, Mr. Parker, I'm cumming." "Good, I want to cum together." And so you did. Your juices mixed inside you. The feeling made your eyes roll back. Peter let you ride out your orgasm before kissing your lips again and sliding out of you. "See you after my math test tomorrow, baby." He smiled at you before leaving in his spiderman suit.

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Tony, Bucky, Steve, Sam, Clint, Peter

There were moments when all of them came in together. This happened mostly when they were sent on the same hard mission. You were ordered to kneel in the middle of the room. They all stood naked in a circle around you, pumping their cocks. One by one they covered you with their loads covering you in white. Your face, breast, stomach, well almost every part of you was covered with their seed. After all of them were finished they took some pictures for the group chat and left you, still covered with juices to wait for one of them to use you again. And honestly, you started to kinda enjoy being their cumrag. You were a little curious about the female Avengers though. Did they know about this? Did they also have a toy like you? You didn't get to wonder about it for too long when the door to your chamber opened and the ones you were just thinking about walked in.

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Onto the next!

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Check this out

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[demonsandmischief]

-Bonus Bits: The Avengers' Therapist-

Bisexual Female Reader x The Avengers

Some Smutty Bits For You ❤️

This is 18+ only. Minors DNI

The Series Masterlist

•Wanda x Nat x Reader (Overstimulated)

Wanda's fingers were rough and fast inside of you. They wouldn't slow down, forcing you to that edge over and over again.

"Please," you cried, pulling your face away from between Nat's legs. "I can't take anymore."

Nat dragged you back. "No one told you to stop," she scolded.

"You will keep going," Wanda said to you. She curled her fingers and you released an uncontrollable yell. "Until you make Natasha cum."

• Clint x Reader (Avengers Voyeurism)

You knew the days of you getting by with teasing Clint were limited, but you never expected him to drag Natasha into it.

Actually, that sounded exactly like something he would do. He knew Nat loved to torture you, and what Nat loved was bringing everyone in to watch.

She held your arms immobile as Clint fucked you hard and slow.

You moaned, throwing your head back on Nat's shoulder.

"Are you going to cum in front of everyone?" she asked. She used her other hand to gather your sweaty hair from the nape of your neck.

"That's right," Clint grunted, his thrusts increasing pace. You could feel your body tense, unintentionally clenching on him. He let out a shaky breath. "Show the team how much you love for them to watch you."

Tony x Reader (Cockwarming)

"I can't," you whined. Your insides felt like liquid and you were quite literally dripping onto the floor. You were so full.

"Thought you said you wanted to help, Doc," Tony said, seemingly unfazed despite being buried deep inside of you. "I haven't been able to sit this still in forever."

You squirmed, desperately trying to lift your hips for some kind of friction, but he held you still.

------------------Author's Note-------------------------

As always, not a smut writer so please be kind. Hope you enjoyed this series. ❤️

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[bellona-caeles]

riding his face !multi character & fandom

haikyuu, dc, mcu, jjk, genshin impact with fem!reader

he buries his face into your thighs, your core, as if trying to come even closer, not that it would be possible. he is passionate about eating you out, slurping and drinking you up, without an end in near sight. your moans pitch, you trash in his hold- but he simply won‘t stop. he‘s drunk, drunk on you, drunk on the fact he can eat you out and make you beg and cry for more, for him to stop. he never stops, only gives and gives, one more, just one more time.

bruce wayne, ITADORI YUUJI, nishinoya yuu, clint barton, GOROU

he rarely let‘s you ride his face, him laying on his back while you lower yourself on his waiting tongue. but once he puts his lips on you- you ride his face as if it is his cock, circling and thrusting into his mouth, juices wetting the lower part of his face, all while he watches you falling apart. here and there his teeth graze your clit, just shy away from taking a bite and it always leaves you breathless. you cum hard and strong, your thighs closing around his head, chest heaving while sweat runs down your body.

zen‘in naoya, clark kent, LOKI, ukai keishin, kamisato ayato

BELLONA CAELES 2022

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[loomontoia]

I just love drawing Clint :)

Prints will be available here

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[amasterpieceofmadness]

showers - clint b.

pairings Clint Barton x fem!reader

warnings 18+, smut, shower sex, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it), slight praise kink, fingering, sweet ending

summary Your bodyguard Clint joins in on a shower with you, leading to some intimate time between the two of you…

wordcount 2.7k

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Clint has been my bodyguard for like 4 months. And we are getting along rather well. Probably a bit too well. It’s hard to deny the attraction we feel for each other, stolen glances and lingering looks… But we both know that nothing should happen between the two of us. Not only is he my bodyguard, but also would my uncle Tony (yes, the Tony Stark) rip Clint’s head off if he ever lays hand on me. So, we keep our distance. At least we try. But in the last couple of weeks, it got really hard for the both of us. The tension between us is palpable once we are alone together and his eyes linger on my body for a second too long every time I walk past him. I can’t say that I don’t like this. In fact, I glance at him every now and then too, drooling over his muscles every time he flexes them.

Right now, I’m doing my usual workout in the training room, Clint watching me from afar. Of course, he tries to not make it too obvious and not stare, but he also can’t tear his eyes away from my curves. The way my body moves and my skin is shiny due to the thin layer of sweat covering it. My sports clothes hugging my curves tightly and I’m panting a little. Clint can’t help himself but let his mind wander how my body would feel like under him…

I pull him out of his trance as I walk over to him to grab my water bottle. Clint clears his throat as I do so and looks away, not wanting to make it obvious he watched me the whole time. I can’t help but look at his features though, his dirty blonde hair, his beautiful blue eyes I could drown in, his kissable lips, his strong and puffy chest… I shake my head to get those thoughts out of my mind. “I’m done. We can leave” I tell him and my bodyguard gives a small nod of approving. I walk ahead straight to my rooms in the tower, closely followed by Clint. It could be worse for him than to walk behind him, as he can glance at my ass the whole time. And I know that he does it all the time so I make sure to swing my hips on purpose. Clint smirks softly as he knows exactly what I’m doing, yet he doesn’t say anything.

Once we are in my rooms I walk straight to the bathroom. “I’m going to take a shower” Clint sits down on the couch, he always does this once we are alone in my rooms, since he knows that this is (more or less) a safe space and he doesn’t need to be too alerted here all the time. He glances over at the door of the bathroom, which I just closed, and notices that I didn’t lock it. He is temped to just walk in on me but he tries to stay professional. The consequences would be just too bad. Or maybe it’s worth it? No, no he can’t do that. He can’t… or can he? He thinks of the way my body moved in your workout earlier and how he imagined things with me…

Suddenly Clint finds himself infront of the bathroom door. His hand is moving to the doorknob but he hesitates. What would I do if he just walked in there? But maybe, just maybe, I want it too. The way I always looked at him and checked him out, or the way I purposefully wiggle my ass or scoot just a bit closer to him then necessary.

Finally Clint throws all his doubt aboard and opens the door. I turn around as I hear this and am rather surprised to find Clint standing there. Without a word he just walks in and closes the door again, standing there for a second. We just look at each other. After a moment I turn around again, facing my back to him. “Could you please help me open this?” I ask, wanting him to help me open my bra, which I could definitely do on my own of course.

Clint swallows and comes over, his body almost pressed against my back. He then uses both his hands to undo my bra, his hands softly brushing against my skin in the process. I let my bra slide down my arms and to the floor, still standing with my back to him. I then can feel his hands touching my back softly and carefully, as if to test the waters. How war am I willing to let him go? He glances over my shoulder to check if I’m still alright with his touch and he continues to move his hands across my naked back. They brush over my shoulders and down my arms and I feel shivers running through my body.

His hands slowly make their way down my arms onto my waist and slide to the front. I can feel him tense just slightly, not sure wether this is still okay. Little does he know that this is way more than okay. As he notices me leaning into him slightly he continues his touch and his hands move upwards, tracing over my breasts. His fingertips gently brush over my nipples and I let out a soft moan.

“How far will you let me go?” he whispers into my ear, his voice husky and slightly shaky.

I take this chance and turn around in his arms, facing him and looking right into his eyes. Clints eyes move down my body for a split second before looking back into my eyes. “As far as you want to go” I whisper back.

Clint smirks “Oh, you don’t know what you are getting yourself into” With that said Clints grip around me tightens, pulling me flush against his muscular body and pressing his lips against mine. The kiss catches me by surprise but I feel the heat rise inside of me and I immediately wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him even closer and pressing my body against his. He let out a sigh at this and then breaks the kiss suddenly, pulling away. But before I can ask anything he pulls his shirt over his head and throws it aside carelessly before returning his body against mine, kissing me passionately again. Our bare chests are now pressed against each other and I let my hands fall from his neck down to his shoulders, over his chest. I can feel his muscles tense under my touch and I smirk softly into the kiss.

My hands wander further down, finding the waistband of his jeans and fiddling with the belt. Clint breaks the kiss shortly to kick off his shoes and he pushes his jeans down, throwing it to his tossed shirt. There is a prominent buldge in his pants and I bite my lip in anticipation. “What are you doing to me” He roams in my ear as his hands return on my body, caressing over my back down my waist to the waistband of my leggings. He stops and looks into my eyes, I simply nod and with that he gets me undressed quickly, pulling my underwear down at the same time. As I now stand naked infront of him I blush slightly and Clint places a hand onto my cheek, almost lovingly. “You are beautiful” he whispers before attacking my neck with wet, sloppy kisses.

“Take your pants off, now” I tell him impatiently.

Clint doesn’t hesitate and not a minute later we found ourselves in the shower, hot water covering both of our bodies while we make out passionately. His tongue explores my mouth, his hands grabbing my waist tightly as he pushes me back against the shower wall. I hiss at the coldness of the tiles but Clint’s body pressed against mine makes up for it. I can feel one of his hands sliding down over my hips and even further down between my legs. His fingertips trace circles on my thighs before dipping right between them, to my most sensitive area.

I let out a soft moan as I feel his touch against my clit and Clint smirks as he pushes one finger into my wet hole. I grip his shoulder for support, letting my head fall back against the wall as I close my eyes. He starts to move and soon adds another finger, working in and out of me at torturing slow pace. His thumb comes into contact with my clit, drawing circles onto it. “So good, baby” he whispers into my ear and it’s all so overwhelming. The heat building in my body is unbearable and I try to press him even closer to me, which makes Clint chuckle lowly. His eyes are checking my face, wanting to see every little twitch of my expressions as he works his fingers faster into me.

Soon I can feel myself getting closer to this sweet release. “God, Clint, I’m gonna cum.” My voice is shaky and not much more than a faint whisper as he curls his fingers to hit that good spot inside of my walls. I’m right there and Clint knows it, his fingers starting to move faster and his lips attack mine once again, muffling my moans as I fall over the edge, digging my nails into his shoulder blades.

Clint works me through my orgasm and slows down to let me catch my breath. I open my eyes to look at him. A huge, cocky smirk plasters his face and I can’t help but smirk a bit too. He then eases his fingers from me and looks me dead in the eyes as he sticks them into his mouth, lapping up my juices. It’s hypnotic to watch his tongue tracing over his fingers, licking them clean. “You taste so good” he groans in my ear before leaning in to press a kiss to my lips, letting myself taste on his tongue.

As he presses his body against mine I can feel the top of his length pressing against my wet core. I gasps but let him continue and he pushes the head of his cock into me. Immediately I’m clenching around him, my knees getting weaker, as I look up at him, my jaw dropped. Clint leans in and his lips brush my neck before he groans “Let me in, baby. Be a good girl and let me in.”

I clench even more at his words, feeling the desire in my body rise. I push my hips towards his, arching my back slightly to take more of him. He then starts to rock his hips, softly at first, his hands gripping my waist to steady me against the wall of the shower. My nails too dig into his skin, holding onto him as he thrusts in a steady rhythm. Water is splashing around us and running down our naked bodies.

I look up at him to meet his eyes. They are hungry for more, a wet strand of hair clinging to his forehead, water droplets running down his face. Clint grabs one of my legs and holds it up while his hips keep on moving into mine. I let out an incoherent babble of his name as his thrusts get harder, feeling my own wetness dripping down my thighs. My fingers move to his hair, pulling lightly on his strands as he keeps a steady pace. His cock filling me completely, hitting all the right spots, his muscles flexing with every move he makes.

“You feel so good” I moan out, letting my head rest against the tiles behind me once again, closing my eyes to get lost in the feeling of his thick length spreading me apart, ruining me for every other man.

“You’re so tight and wet” His voice is low and husky and as I reopen my eyes he stares right into them. His stare causing a shiver to run down my spine and I unwillingly clench around him more. A smirk forms on his face as he thrusts into me with such force it leaves me breathless. My jaw drops and as he sees my reaction he does it again. And again, and again. It makes me gasp and cling onto him. “Look at me. Look at me when you cum, baby” he whispers into my ear, his breath tickling my neck. He pants between every word, feeling himself close as well.

When I cum with a broken cry, my whole body starting to shake and my brain turning into mush, Clint doesn’t let up. If anything his thrusts get even harder, faster, deeper. The feeling is overwhelming and I’m a shuddering mess pressed between the wall and Clints hot body. “Please” I cry out, not sure what I’m actually begging for. Hearing my plea he starts to fuck into me more desperately, his thrusts start getting sloppier, his rhythm faltering. He closes his eyes as he cums, pushing himself as deep as possible into my cunt. He lets out a raspy groan as his thick ropes cover my walls.

We are both breathing heavily as we are coming down from our highs. The water continues to run down our bodies, washing away the sweat on our skin. He pulls himself out of me slowly and carefully. I remain leaned against the wall, not having the strength to stand on my own right now. Clint leans in to press a surprising soft  kiss to my lips before looking at me with a proud smirk on his face. “That was good”

I chuckle and nod softly “Yeah, it was”

He smiles softly at me, his hands still at my hips, steading me. “Let’s get you cleaned up”

Clint starts to shampoo my hair and caress my skin. A hum leaves my lips and I lean into his touch, enjoying the feeling of the hot water and his hands all over me.

Soon we get out of the shower and Clint wraps me into a towel before drying himself off as well. As I’m detangling my hair he wraps his arms around me from the back, pressing a soft kiss to my naked shoulder. “We should do this again. If Tony won’t rip my head off, of course”

I chuckle softly and turn around to look at him. “There is no chance I’m going to tell him” I smile at him and wrap my arms around his neck, before pressing another soft kiss to his lips.

His arms too wrap around me, pulling me close. “Good thing”

AN: Okayyy so, here's my first smut ever! Let me know what you think ^^ I'm just in love with Clint and there are definitely not enough fics with him Luckily I'm here to change that and give him some appreciation! :D

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LUNATIC Update!

Hello Heathens! I'm finally feeling inspired enough to get back to writing LUNATIC. It's one of my personal favorites but I have to be in a certain headspace to write it. So while I flesh out these next chapters, I felt like I would at least share there summaries.

Now LUNATIC is VERY NSFW so if your under 18 get the fuck out right now. There be adult themes and words after the cut...

Chapter 5:

You and Nat sparing, which quickly turns into fucking. Sweaty dirty girl on girl that gets alerted to Tony by Jarvis. He then calls all the boys down to watch the action live.

Chapter 6:

Steve and Bucky find you seeking vengeance. Well hunting your prey really and you allow them to join in on the festivities. You retreat to Tartarus afterwards and have a bloody, sexy, messy good time. You find out that Steve is unsurprisingly a freaky little perv.

Chapter 7:

Clint drops in on you during the day at Sins. You're teaching an aerial hoop and fabrics class to the members of your staff that want to add it to their repertoire. He joins in and shows off some of his own tricks. You dismiss the class and play with Clint. Sex in the air is fun!

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HAWKEYE : NSFW Profile

Rating: Mature

Category: M/F

Relationship: Clint Barton x Reader

Words Counts: 623

Character: Clint Barton, Reader

Summary:

🏹Clint has a target and he knows where he wants to point his loads of shots into your favorite spot.🎯

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CLINT BARTON HEADCANON

ABOUT HIMSELF

HIM AS A BROTHER

HIM AS A BEST FRIEND

HIM AS A FRIEND W FEELINGS/BENIFITS

HIM AS A BOYFRIEND

HIM AS A HUSBAND

HIM AS A FATHER

18+ HEADCANONS

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