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Avengers portrait set (putting all of them in one post). I have posted these way back separately but now I wanted to put them together too. As always don’t steal, repost or remove the comment or source. Thank you

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Clint held her gaze, then leaned in and slowly kissed her, his hands on her hips. “I’ll make you mine,” he whispered. “I promise. I’ll claim you so hard that no one will even think about being with you.” 

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Clint nodded. “I’m sure,” he murmured. “I’ve been wanting you for months. I just didn’t think you would want me.” He fell silent. “You…you really want me, right? You’re not just asking because I’m the nearest alpha?”

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Clint ruffled Steve’s hair while the other ate, then sat down with him. “Is it yummy, baby boy?” he asked, rubbing his little’s arm.

“Bananas and yogurt it is,” he replied. He kissed Steve’s forehead, then pulled away to put together a snack for his little. He handed over the bowl, kissing Steve again. “There you go, baby boy. Bananas and yogurt, just for you.”

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Clint nodded. “I’m sure,” he murmured. “I’ve been wanting you for months. I just didn’t think you would want me.” He fell silent. “You...you really want me, right? You’re not just asking because I’m the nearest alpha?”

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Clint swallowed. “You should…you should go to your room,” he murmured. “Lock the door. Block it. Whatever. Just…I don’t want to accidentally do something. I want you to feel safe during this.”

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Clint followed Natasha into her room, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “If you want me there, I’ll be there. Just tell me.” He turned her around in his arms, sniffing her carefully. “You’re already making me want you.”

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Clint swallowed. “You should…you should go to your room,” he murmured. “Lock the door. Block it. Whatever. Just…I don’t want to accidentally do something. I want you to feel safe during this.”

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“Bananas and yogurt it is,” he replied. He kissed Steve’s forehead, then pulled away to put together a snack for his little. He handed over the bowl, kissing Steve again. “There you go, baby boy. Bananas and yogurt, just for you.”

@ablackbirdwithabrokenwing Steve walked up to Clint where he was making coffee in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around him. “Sleepy.” He murmured, rubbing his eyes with a yawn.

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Clint smiled. “Okay. What do you want to eat? Mac and cheese, maybe? Or a pb&j?”

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Clint frowned. “Nat..” he started. He followed her. “I’m sorry. I just...I want to keep you safe, alright? I don’t want you to feel forced into anything. You’ve been forced into enough things in your life. And if I keep smelling you...I’m scared I’ll hurt you.”

Guess I'm an Omega || Closed

Clint swallowed. “You should…you should go to your room,” he murmured. “Lock the door. Block it. Whatever. Just…I don’t want to accidentally do something. I want you to feel safe during this.”

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Clint swallowed. “You should...you should go to your room,” he murmured. “Lock the door. Block it. Whatever. Just...I don’t want to accidentally do something. I want you to feel safe during this.”

Guess I'm an Omega || Closed

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Natasha had always thought she was an Alpha. The way she acted always sort of pointed to that. Or at least a Beta. But she couldn’t have been more wrong. She figured that out soon after she’d met Clint, when she went into heat in his presence. At first she was quiet about it. But soon the ex-assassin became noticeably uncomfortable.

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Clint pressed his head back slightly against Steve’s hand, sniffing softly. “I don’t want them anymore,” he whispered. “I don’t want to feel like I have to hide who I am just to go outside. Sometimes I want to mate an alpha just so other alphas will stop bothering me.”

“A group of alphas tried to follow me home today.”

“I’m assuming you managed to lose them if you’re here.” Steve hummed quietly, doing a quick check to make sure Clint wasn’t injured. He sniffed softly, trying to catch a scent of who might have been following him, frowning softly. “At least you’re safe.”

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Clint immediately wrapped his arms around Steve, stroking the other’s hair. “Hey, baby boy. Do you want to go lie down?” He loved it when Steve was sleepy. He was always adorable this way.

@ablackbirdwithabrokenwing Steve walked up to Clint where he was making coffee in the kitchen and wrapped his arms around him. “Sleepy.” He murmured, rubbing his eyes with a yawn.

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Reblog if your muse loves physical affection like cuddles, massages, head scratches and handholding

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Clint was sitting near Natasha when he started to smell the other’s scent change. He looked over at her. “Nat?” he asked. “Are you...you smell sweet.” He moved closer, sniffing her again. “What’s going on?”

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Natasha had always thought she was an Alpha. The way she acted always sort of pointed to that. Or at least a Beta. But she couldn’t have been more wrong. She figured that out soon after she’d met Clint, when she went into heat in his presence. At first she was quiet about it. But soon the ex-assassin became noticeably uncomfortable.

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Clint immediately curled into Steve, burying his head in the alpha’s neck and taking in his pheromones. “They were...it reminded me of the circus,” he whispered. “When SHIELD was around, they kept me on sepressants and scent blockers. I haven’t had to deal with horny alphas since joining them.” He wrapped his arms around Steve, fisting his hands in the back of Steve’s shirt.

“A group of alphas tried to follow me home today.”

“I’m assuming you managed to lose them if you’re here.” Steve hummed quietly, doing a quick check to make sure Clint wasn’t injured. He sniffed softly, trying to catch a scent of who might have been following him, frowning softly. “At least you’re safe.”

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Clint nodded. “Had to um...use some unusual methods, but yeah, they’re gone now. They may have seen that I live here, but considering you also live here, I’m hoping they won’t try to challenge you and Tash under your own roof.” He shifted slightly. “Safe is relative, Cap. I mean...technically, I’m safe. But I don’t...I don’t feel safe.”

“A group of alphas tried to follow me home today.”

“I’m assuming you managed to lose them if you’re here.” Steve hummed quietly, doing a quick check to make sure Clint wasn’t injured. He sniffed softly, trying to catch a scent of who might have been following him, frowning softly. “At least you’re safe.”

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