#clint barton's underwear

[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.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[sam24]

Chicken Butt

Summary: It was supposed to be a good deed. Really, it was. Tony had woken himself and the team up at ass o'clock to get ready for your morning birthday surprise, barking out orders like a dad on the morning of a road trip. Everything was supposed to be perfect. But a 6 foot something blond super soldier laying in your bed was not part of the plan.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x fem!reader

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Tony crept down the hall, motioning for the rest of them to follow his lead through the silent hallway.

His janky ass team clearly didn’t care as much as he did, grumbling loudly, their arms full of birthday kazoos and party horns that Tony had shoved into their hands earlier.

“I don’t think she’s gonna appreciate you waking her up by tooting horns in her face, Tony.” Natasha fixed the party hat that was sliding over her eyes. “Taking her out to breakfast would have been so much nicer.”

“Breakfast is temporary, carrot top. The memory of us working hard to surprise her and make her birthday morning special is permanent,” Tony whispered.

“I don’t know about that, Tony.” Sam piped in. “Those hash browns down the street are pretty damn memorable.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” Bucky’s lips were pressed tight together, looking a little nervous and queasy, like he ate a couple moldy hot dogs before hopping on a roller coaster. But Tony didn’t have time to call out the cyborg, especially when you could wake up any minute now.

“When did you suddenly start caring about birthdays?” Clint looked suspicious. “For my birthday you gave me a half drunk coffee.”

“Don’t be selfish, Barton. I was tired that day.” Tony dramatically turned his head to peer down the hallway, making a weird sweeping motion with his hand.

He turned around to see everyone staring at him questioningly.

“It means all clear, you imbeciles. Has no one seen Die Hard?”

“Oh, I have!” Peter raised his hand and let go of his balloon, and Bucky snatched it before it could float off with a roll of his eyes. “But it’s kinda more like this, Mister Stark-”

Peter tried to demonstrate but Tony silenced him with a glare. “Guys, you’re ruining the whole thing. I’m trying to be nice and surprise our friend without you chihuahuas waking her up before we even get to the door.”

“Why are you trying so hard to be nice, Tony?” Natasha shook her head. “It doesn’t suit you.”

“C’mon, are you doubting me? I love being nice. It’s my favorite hobby.”

Natasha was unimpressed. “Pepper told you to be nicer, didn’t she?”

Tony grumbled, choosing not to reply.

Okay, so maybe Pepper did want him to be a little kinder, especially after he sent a few too many interns home crying.

”It’s not my fault they don’t understand my humor!” Tony had insisted.

Pepper had just given him a firm look and told him that he had to put more effort into expressing his appreciation for other people.

Tony was offended, but he knew his wife was right (as always). He didn’t exactly know the right way to express his love, growing up in a house with minimal affection.

He had tried multiple techniques: saying kind words, giving out compliments like candy, and even going as far as squeezing in random hugs, but none of them felt natural to him.

His love language was remembering the little things, Pepper had told him after she saw Tony give you a full-sized cardboard cutout of Channing Tatum after you had mentioned that the Jump Street movies were your absolute favorite.

However, some didn’t appreciate his little gifts as much as you did.

Helen Cho was not very thrilled to see thermal underwear for hands, no, not gloves, on her desk after whining that the medical wing was always cold.

Tony had decided to change his affection tactics to something everyone could enjoy. Everyone likes surprises. Right?

He liked to act like he didn’t care about anything other than AC/DC and whiskey, but he honestly did. He loved his team to pieces and would do anything for them.

Plus, it would be some practice for his incoming child. His future daughter would probably prefer hugs and playtime with her daddy rather than a chicken butt magnet (but considering it was Tony’s kid, the chicken butt might have a chance.)

So, that’s how Tony ended up here, searching his pocket for the keys to your room that he bribed borrowed from the floor’s housekeeper.

He made a mental note to fire the lady for dangerously handing out keys to anyone who asked.

“Wow, Tony. Look at you. Breaking into girls’ rooms,” Wanda snorted. “That’s a new low.”

“Quiet, before I burn you at the stake.”

“I still don’t think we should do this.” Bucky shifted his weight uncomfortably.

“You know, I would’ve expected Steve to say something, he’s being weirdly quiet. Something like, Anthony, respect her privacy-” Tony looked up from the lock. “Wait, where is he?”

Bucky cleared his throat. “Uh I dunno.”

“You don’t know?” Tony raised his eyebrow. “I thought you two were telepathically connected or something.”

Bucky looked down, suddenly very interested in the carpet under his feet. “Um I don’t know but I think we should go-”

“Whatever, he’s probably running an ultramarathon right now for some senior citizen charity, doesn’t matter. We’ll save some cake for him. But make sure someone has a glucose monitor. I don't think Cap can handle too much sugar.”

Tony inserted the key, the lock settling with a satisfying click as he turned it. He slowly opened the door, bringing his kazoo closer to his mouth.

What he was not expecting was that the same Steve who he thought was probably helping an old woman cross the finish line right now was lying in your bed.

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You thought you heard the creak of your door, but you mentally waved it off, classifying it as the creak of your fan.

You turned, not bothering to open your eyes, your hand feeling for your human pillow, who was unusually soft and an excellent cuddler for being built like a wall of muscle.

Your palm landed smack dab on Steve’s chest, and you buried yourself into his side with a smile creeping across both your faces.

“Happy birthday, sweetheart.” You felt Steve sleepily pressing his lips into your hair and all across your face.

Fuck, his morning voice was so hot.

You were glad you had him to yourself for a little while before you two had to act like colleagues. It was a mutual choice between you two to keep it from the team. Some of them could be just a tad bit dramatic, and you two wanted a quiet relationship before it went public.

Bucky already knew, because he knew Steve more than Steve knew himself, and you suspected that Natasha knew as well because she’s Natasha and knows everything.

Everyone else probably didn’t know, and you’d like to keep it that way for a little bit before Tony would inevitably scream "PDA! PDA!" everytime yours and Steve’s shoulders grazed.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and he buried his head into yours.

You mumbled something along the lines of “thank you” as you pressed kisses into his hair.

“I love you so much.” Steve lined kisses on your bare shoulder.

You heard a gasp followed by extremely violent shushing.

Your eyes flew open and Steve turned around in a split second, looking for the intruder.

You both were met with the team standing wide-eyed in your room, Tony in the lead looking like he was either about to pass out or throw the cake in his arms to the ground.

Steve tried his best to cover you with his body from his nosy team, trying to keep the blanket from slipping down his waist at the same time.

All eyes turned to Bucky, who was wearing a glittery-pink polka-dotted party hat that, by looking at the dents in it, seemed like it was wrestled on by someone.

He blew his party horn with a pathetic puff of air, smiling nervously at Tony. “Surprise?”

Thor launched his arms into the air. “SURPRISE!”

The commotion started.

“C’mon Cap,” Sam whined in the corner. “I thought I was your friend! How could you not tell me?”

“Knew it.” Natasha grinned cheekily.

“You two are so cute!” Wanda gushed. “Right Vis?”

Vision nodded, sending Steve an awkward thumbs up.

Bruce coughed, trying to respect your privacy by looking down at his shoes.

“Always thought you had a little crush on him,” Clint smiled.

“This is so cool! Wait, if you have a kid can I babysit please? I love babies. Oh my god, is it going to be a super baby?” Peter was bouncing with excitement. “Crap, I’m sorry, Mr. Steve. I didn’t mean to call your baby an ‘it’. I swear, I don’t see your baby as an object, I’ll be a great sitter.”

“Um, yeah, sure, kid-” Steve started.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” Tony finally jolted out of his paralysis state. “How the hell did I not see this?”

“Tony-”

“Are you telling me that the whole time I was trying to set you up with Matthew from logistics, you were getting pounded by Ol’ Captain here?”

“Jesus, Tony.” You grimaced. “Why would you put it like that?”

“So, this is why Steve was extremely against my brilliant idea of locking you and Matthew in the bathroom together? That jealous bastard!”

“Your what-” You choked.

“That wasn’t the only reason why, Tony.” Steve huffed. “That’s just plain weird.”

“You know what else is weird, Cap?” Tony narrowed his eyes. “The fact that you’re hoeing around with a girl who’s literally a baby compared to you.”

“I’m not ‘hoeing around’, Tony. I love her.”

Tony’s eyes danced between you and Steve until his face finally relaxed.

He sighed, coming around to your side of the bed and planting a kiss on your head.

“Happy birthday, kid. I would hug you but I’m pretty sure you’re naked under there.” He turned to face Steve again. “If you break her heart, hang onto your dentures, 'cause I’m blasting your dusty ass back into the ‘40s, got it?. ”

“Got it, Tony.” Steve smiled.

“Ew, don’t smile at me like that.” Tony made a face and looked back at you. “I had a backup present, just in case the whole surprise thing went to shit.”

Tony fished out something from his pocket, placing it into your hand.

"You mentioned something about how you loved to use that stupid chicken butt joke when you were a kid," Tony mumbled.

It was a chicken butt magnet.

You loved it.

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

appreciation

Clint Barton x F!Reader

Prompt: “is that my shirt?”

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

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

Word Count: 1,616

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, seriously. Now stop arguing.”

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

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

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

“Fuck…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fuck…”

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

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

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

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

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

“You can say that again.”

“Damn.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

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

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

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[winniethewife]

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Love bites (Peter Parker)

Knife play (Hunter)

Exhibitionism (Jonathan Levy)

Thigh riding (Capitan Rex)

Threesome (Obi-wan/Satine Kryze)

Bondage (Boba Fett)

Stripping (Steve Rogers)

Cockwarming (Tony Stark)

Hunter/prey (Crosshair/Hunter)

Degradation (Loki Laufeyson)

Blindfold (Din Djarin)

Glove kink (Jake Lockley)

Begging  (Peter B Parker)

Object insertion (Natasha Romanoff)

Against a wall (Marc Spector)

Whipping (Clint Barton)

Praise kink (Steven Grant)

Masturbation  (Poe Dameron)

Somnophilia (Stephen Strange)

Orgy/group  (Bad batch)

Hate sex (Edgin Darvis)

Voice kink (William Tell)

Dirty talk ( Commander Wolffe)

Costumes (Harley Quinn)

Breeding (Miguel O’hara)

Choking (Bucky Barnes)

Wax play (Deadpool)

Intercrural sex (Han Solo)

Gagging (Crosshair)

Cunnilingus (Fives)

Underwear kink. (Basil Stitt)

[wlw-stanbot]

 “Ahh Clint, it is good to see you.” Yelena pulled the confused man into a side hug, then turned to Kate, pointing excitedly, “Look, Kate - look it’s Clint Barton.”

Kate barely suppressed a laugh, “I can see that.” She turned her attention toward her mentor with a frown, “You’re not wearing your outfit. If you had been, Lena probably wouldn't have tried to kill you.”

“No… probably not.” Yelena smiled mischievously then released Clint. 

As soon as he was able to fully take in his would-be assassin, his eyes shot toward the ceiling and responded, “Speaking of outfits..maybe Lena should put some pants on before we continue this conversation.”

Yelena looked down at the low cut tank and boyshorts she was wearing. The underwear had ridden up her thigh with the recent quick movements, crumpling into the crease between her thick pale thighs and broad hips. Her nipples were protruding through the thin fabric of her tank top as the basement air was finally able to start cooling skin that was still fairly drenched from her earlier dreaming. She shrugged, “Oh…yes…I’m sure this is weird for you. I will wash up, but after…” she lifted the knife she had pulled from the wall, patting the flat side of it gently on his chest, “you must tell me how you got past my sensors.”

When he nodded briefly without even looking at the blade, she smiled gladly then crossed between both Kate and Clint, dropping her face into a pointed look toward her little hawk that could only be interpreted as why the hell is he here??  

The pair of archers watched Yelena go then turned to each other simultaneously as she disappeared behind the opaque glass. Kate smiled a little too broadly, to the point that it was almost a grimace. Her mind was still momentarily distracted by being grateful she had managed to pull on the pair of sweatpants that had been discarded many hours ago and before the two of them had actually stopped touching each other long enough to get some sleep. A heavy dose of reality slammed into her under Clint’s silent and entirely too judgmental gaze. Her grimace turned into pursed lips as she vocalized Yelena’s question, “It’s great to see you, really…but what are you doing here?”

Clint answered in a low voice with eyes that flitted back toward the shadow moving on the other side of the room, “I could ask you the same thing.”

Yelena emerged from the bed area quickly, sans knife but carrying some clothes under her arm to change into and a towel wrapped around her waist. She passed back between the two of them, this time flashing Clint a genuinely friendly look. “It is good to see you too, Clint. Sorry I tried to kill you….again.” She absentmindedly punched him on the shoulder where she had sliced open the skin with her thrown knife. He jerked backward and winced, “Oh, shit, sorry. Kate can stitch that up, if you want, she’s gotten very good at sutures. See,” she lifted her tank to show the mostly scarred but still scabbed and pink in places gash across her abdomen. While scrutinizing it herself, she began to absentmindedly say, “This was much worse before Doctor Katie fixed me.” She dropped her shirt but continued speaking while looking to Kate with a half-smile, “It would be healed more but I popped a few stitches while we were making - “

Kate leapt forward, slamming her hand over Yelena's mouth. “- cookies…we were making cookies.” The brunette looked up at Clint with the fakest of smiles, then released the hand.

Yelena’s face scrunched together as she tilted it toward Kate, “We weren't making cookies, we were - ” 

Kate’s eyes went wide as her nostrils flared and Yelena immediately recognized it as the same look she had given the surprised archer during their brief ruse against Valentina. She turned back to Barton and continued brightly, “Right, yes, we were making … cookies.”

“Mmhm…so you two are spending your training time uh, baking and practicing basic EMT skills...” Barton responded with genuine curiosity before turning more accusatory, “..while half naked and covered in hickies.”

Kate instinctively tilted her head sideways and raised a hand to cover a dark mark she knew would be peeking out from the collar of her t-shirt. “Those are..uh..” She made eye contact again with Yelena, pleading for a better assist on this one. 

“They’re from, uh staff fighting… you know,” Yelena made a two handed motion as though she was fighting an invisible opponent with a long stick.

Clint took a half step closer to Yelena, attempting to loom a little more aggressively, “I have teenagers. I know what hickies look like.”

Yelena instinctively puffed out her chest and met his stride, “Are you calling me a liar, Clint Barton?”

After a brief bout of writers block, Chapter 19 of Bad Ideas With Good Company is up...finally. Enjoy!!

[betrayedbycinnamon]

Flash Fiction Friday

I didn't not get the angst out of my system and am still torturing one Clint Barton.

[#FFF225 I Can't Tell]

Your character has a secret they can't tell. What secret is it? In what situation do they get asked to spill it? Or perhaps it's not that they don't want to tell but something else is keeping them from speaking it out loud? Be it a magical curse or loyalty, whatever has your character keep their mouth shut, we want to know! So go and get to it, write!

Clint knew he shouldn’t have been in Momma and Daddy’s room but he really wanted his book back. It wasn’t fair that his daddy had taken his book. Ms. McCaffey, the new first grade teacher, had given him that book — to keep. It was his.

And he was getting it back. Reading wasn’t just for sissies, he didn’t care what his daddy said.  He’d really liked the pictures of the dragons and princess even if he still struggled with the words and he didn’t think there was anything wrong with that.

He had just better find it quick, before his daddy got home.  

He’d already looked in the nightstands, on top of the dresser, had started to look in a few drawers but then balked when he’d realized there was underwear in there.  Now he was wedging himself under the bed on his daddy’s side and it looked like there was a whole stack of books there.

Clint frowned, wondering who his daddy had stolen these off of, since he’d only had the one book. Maybe Barney?  It was too dark to see what they were under the bed so he carefully dragged the armful out with him; he moved slow so the stack wouldn’t tumble over — he needed to make sure he was able to put it back so it looked undisturbed.

Out from under the bed he sat back on his haunches and looked at his haul.  They didn’t look like the books he was used to seeing at the library when his momma took him when Daddy had a weekend shift.  If anything they kinda looked like the store catalogs his momma got and sometimes let him cut pictures out of.  But shinier?  He rubbed the thick glossy cover page in his fingers, enjoying the texture as his brain slowly processed the contents of the cover.

The book on top had a bare-chested farmer wearing a cowboy hat with his thumbs jammed into the belt loops of his blue jeans, and had a piece of straw sticking out of his mouth. He slid the top book to the side and saw a similar pose on the second one, only this one had an open leather vest and black cap perched on his head.  No straw this time, just a cocky grin.

Clint stared for a few moments, trying to figure out what kind of story would be in those books before his hand reached out to turn to the first page. He was so distracted by the weird situation he didn’t hear his dad coming up the stairs.

He did hear the door creak open and froze in place, fingers still outstretched, as terror flooded his body.

“What do you think you’re doing in my room, boy?” Harold Barton barked out.

“I just wanted my book back.” Clint tried to sound firm and as if he were in the right, but even he could hear how tremulous his voice came out.

“You still crying about —,” Harold cut off as he came far enough in the room to spy the magazines Clint had found.  His face purpled and Clint shrank away in fear.

“I didn’t hurt them, I was just lookin’,” he yelped out.  Harold snatched Clint’s upper arm and hauled him up so far his toes were barely able to scrape the floor.  “I didn’t! I didn’t!” Clint screamed.

“You better not mention those magazines to a single soul,” Harold hissed out, shaking Clint roughly to emphasize his words. Then he threw him across the room. The side of Clint’s head smashed into the dresser. Hard.

He didn’t remember much of the afternoon after that. 

Clint never mentioned the magazines, or his stolen book, to anyone. Not his momma, not Barney, not the doctor who was trying to figure out why his hearing had suddenly tanked when his daddy finally let him get seen — once the bruises had faded.

He didn’t tell anyone even after the car crash that took the wretched bastard and his momma both.  After a while, he forgot about it.

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Decades later Clint reached under the bed he shared with his partner. He was searching for the phone he had dropped and promptly kicked across the floor as he went after it. Instead of the hard plastic case he was expecting, his fingers found glossy pages and he snatched his hand back as the memories poured in.

He was still crouched in front of the bed when Bucky came in the room.

“I can explain,” he said, sounding awkward.  Clint turned his head and saw that Bucky was flushed — red with embarrassment, not purple with anger, but it still made him flinch.  He watched as Bucky’s eyebrows came together in consternation at the action. “What’s wrong?”

“I, uh.” He just shook his head, unsure how to answer.  That had happened so long ago, why was it knocking him on his ass now?

“You watch porn all the time, why do you care about a few dirty mags? You know it doesn’t mean anything,” Bucky said, clearly feeling wrong-footed. 

But it did mean something, didn’t it?  It certainly put a new perspective on his dad’s fucking attitude about fairies and sissies.  Clint had put the stack of magazines so far out of his mind he had never connected the dots on what must have been inside those covers.

He tried to let out a derisive laugh, but it came out very wet, and Bucky’s arms were suddenly wrapped tightly around Clint, huddling them together next to the bed.  Clint finally told his daddy’s secret in broken sentences, finally told someone the whole story of what had happened the night he had lost most of his hearing. Bucky held him throughout, whispering reassurances that it was wrong, that it shouldn’t have happened, and let Clint cry until he was wrung dry.

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A week later Clint walked into his bedroom to find a copy of the book that had been taken from him so long ago on his pillow.  He offered up a prayer of thankfulness for Bucky Barnes and went in search of their son to read to him about dragons and princesses.

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[thesuperheroeater]

Pred Fiche: Hawkeye

Name: Clint Barton

Pred level: 7

Prey Level: 7

Prefered Type of Vore: Cock and Oral vore

Little Facs: 

‌• In one universe he was able to swallow every single Avengers, and all at once. Of course he spent the next three days digesting his buffet.

‌• One day Bucky jokingly dared him to swallow Thor and Hulk in the limits of an hour. He not only succeeded, but it only took half the time given. 

• ‌Clint is often ordering Pizza for the evening, but get you wrong the pizza isn't for him, but rather for Lucky, his dog. No, his diner would be the pizza boy himself. Much tastier.

Overall: More the type of pred to swallow someone because it's fun. Clint loves challenges, and is always ready to take on buffed guys. The archer would swallow anyone who calls him weak, turning them into a pile of shit. And his favorite meals are his friends and by far.

Hawkeye's Top 5 Favorite Preys:

5. Daredevil aka Matt Murdock

Often teaming up together to defend the streets of New York. Matt had learned to trust Clint, just like the blond already had. As always Hawkeye doesn't stop talking while Matt is dead silent, trying to focus on the sounds of the city. When he heard a big rumble coming from Clint's stomach. He gave the blond a questioning look, to which Hawkeye answered he didn't eat before leaving and he's starting to starve. But before Daredevil could react, he found himself head down Clint's throat. Barton kept gulping his compagnon down, sending him straight to his gut, where the struggling meal will soon be digested alive. After a couple of rubs and a huge belch, Clint shat a log of the remains of the brunette on top of the roof. Before getting up and going to patrol by himself.

4. Ant-man aka Scott Lang

Like always Scott makes easily friends with others, Hawkeye was no exception. But When friends are hungry, it is the duty of the other to feed him, well at least it's Barton's point of view. Anyway, the thing is that the archer patiently waits for the diner, well, 'his friend' to grow in size thanks to his powers, because Scott himself isn't very buffed. Scott Finished growing in size at the curious demand of his friend. Now let's feast! Clint wastes no time and starts with the giant pair of feet, taking them inside without a bit of difficulty. Lang is scared as he watches his friend's monstrous appetite consuming him. He tries the best he can to free himself, but surprisingly Barton's grip is much stronger. He can only accept his fate now.

Later that day, Spider-man caught Hawkeye leaving a room with a slightly rounded gut. When entering the room, Peter is welcomed by drool covered bones, huge bones, spread all around the room. The boy should be careful around here…

3. Spider-man aka Peter Parker

Spider-man was one of the newer additions to the team. They all knew his secret identity, Peter knew he could trust them. So Clint was finally able to see who was under the mask, and he had to admit, damn, the kid's fit. Good, he loves them fit! When they both were in the changing room, the kid for his training with cap, and Clint, well... for his meal. He waited for Peter to undress himself leaving his underwear, and when done, he gulped the kid with a wide slobbery gulp. The kid didn't even have time to react, as his full head was swallowed. Some minutes later and Clint is now alone in the room, with a spidey filled belly. The kid was thrashing inside the man's stomach, trying to get free. But inevitably, Peter gets completely digested by the archer's gastric acids. And when Cap came to look after the kid, he was greeted by a huge burp and underwear smacking into his face.

2. The Winter Soldier aka Bucky Barnes

Bucky and Clint were fuck buddies, releasing every tension in a sesion of rough fucking, in with the supersoldier is often the one taking Hawkeye's arrow up his butt. Many moans later, and Hawkeye finally cums inside Bucky's ass. They soon after fall asleep, cum still leaking down Bucky's ass. But one couldn't sleep, because of an insatiable hunger. A gurgle wakes the archer in the middle of the night. He should eat. As he says this he looks next to him and observes Bucky's naked figure. Looks like he found his midnight snack. Some minutes gulps and he's now alone on the bed, with a sleeping Bucky packed inside his stomach. Clint rubbed his belly, feeling his meal wake up by his flesh ripping from the digestion. As the man screamed at the blond to release him, Barton fell asleep with a big smile and finally satisfied. The next morning, Clint had to rush to the toilets to evacuate that metal arm that's giving him indigestion as well as some bones along the way.

1. Quicksilver aka Pietro Maximoff

Pietro was a little brat, since his recruitment in the Avengers, he didn't stop irritating his favorite 'old' man. Usually Clint would put him in place by shoving his 'arrow' up that silverhead's ass. But it never made the boy stop, looks like the brat actually enjoins it actually. Well Clint does aswell, so, he's fine to keep living like this. Except that this time the Maximoff twin annoyed the man at the wrong time. Indeed, this time Barton had a powerful hunger that he needed to satisfy. So like always he ends up catching the boy like he always does despite the speed of the other. But instead of shoving his cock inside the speedster ass, he shoved Pietro's feet down his cock. The silverheaded panicked when he understood what's happening, but with his feet catched, there's no escape anymore.

Now Clint is laying on his back, moaning as he's jerking wildly his cock, untill he finally cum's the boy's remains all over himself. Well looks like the boy won't be able to annoy him anymore.

[awcoffee-no]

this place is fancy and i don't know which fork to kill myself with | devilhawk (cont. from here)

@defectivexfragmented

Galas were not a place where Clint shined. Any place where a menu item priced higher than twenty bucks was not a place where he shined. It wasn’t about the money, since stealing from organized criminals turned out to be surprisingly lucrative. It just would have been easier if he were working. Pretending to be someone who actually fit into this crowd would have been easier than being himself, given himself would have preferred to be at home on his couch with a pizza.

The suit was more constricting than his Hawkeye leathers, and he was pretty sure if he tried to do anything acrobatic, he was going to tear something. Which was a shame because some of those carved columns looked very climb-able. This tie was also choking him, and not in the fun way. He’d reached up to tug at it for maybe the twelfth time, and Natasha smacked his hand away.

"It's already straight, Barton. Leave it alone."

He groaned, quiet but theatrical, her name bordering on a whine. "Nat. Why did you drag me here just to watch you flirt with Rogers all night? If I have to hear another word about America's ass, I'm going to find a place to hang myself with this fancy fuckin' tie." He gave it another irritable tug, to which she only smirked.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize sitting at home watching The X-Files in your underwear qualified as something better to do."

"Hey, aliens are a fact now. And I don't wear underwear."

"I know, I know. The truth is out there. Have a drink, and stay out of trouble."

"You take all the fun out of everything." He sighed as she walked away, presumably to go find Steve, snagging a glass of champagne from a passing waiter and downing half of it in one swallow. It tasted expensive, so he automatically decided he didn't like it. Cheap beer just had more character.

[winterhawk-olympic-bang]

Patricia the Superior Vehicle: The Helpfulness Mission by Aelfay

Artists: Quicksillver, Sagacity, 3Twindragons

Summary: The Soldier is doing his best. He’s not quite up to trying to deal with Rogers, Steven G. (Captain), but he’s found another way to be helpful: keeping an eye on one Clint Barton. He’s kind of a mess, but that just gives the Soldier more ways to help, right? Clint is confused about why Natasha keeps following him around – he keeps seeing glimpses of black out of the corner of his eye. The constant presence means he’s a little suspicious of his next mission. Unfortunately, it’s still not enough to keep him from being caught. In which: Clint sings the disco stick song, Patricia is a Superior Vehicle, and the Soldier buys underwear. A balance of humor and intimacy as Clint and Bucky both recover a little bit of who they are.

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

(Please see tags on the fic for further trigger/content warnings.)

Read the fic here!

Art:

2 works by Quicksillver

2 works by @daddyswickedqueen​ (Sagacity)

2 works by 3TwinDragons

The following WHOB medals have been earned for this collaboration!

@alchemistdoctor​ (Aelfay) - Personal Achievement

@quicksillver​ - Artist’s Bronze Medal

@daddyswickedqueen​ (Sagacity) - Artist’s Bronze Medal

@3twindragons​ - Artist’s Gold Medal

[stripesofbrooklyn]

Get to Know Stevie

what’s your phone wallpaper : Captain America

last song you listened to : Teenagers by My Chemical Romance

currently reading : Porn on tumblr.

last movie : Song of the Sea

last show : The Mandalorian

craving : Seafood.

what are you wearing right now : A marvel shirt and underwear.

how tall are you? : 5'4

piercings / tattoos? : no

glasses ? contacts? : yep i wear glasses

last thing you ate? : Ice cream

favorite color(s)/shade : Blue, Purple, Black, Teal

current obsession : Collecting Marvel Memorabilia.

any pets : Two horses, three dogs and a stray pig that roams the yard that isn't ours.

do you have a crush right now?: On Chris Evans but that's not going to go anywhere.

favorite fictional character: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Tony Stark, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff...in that order.

tagged by: @deafarcher

tagging: whoever wants to do it. @manymusesbym @stephenstrange-md-phd @born-to-be-mischievous @butwithmoreme

[themculibrary]

Jealousy Masterlist 2

part one

Aesthetic Appreciation (ao3) - Anonymous steve/tony M, 2k

Summary: “Nice shirt, Stark.”

It’s Natasha, sounding strangely- smug, maybe?- for reasons Tony doesn’t much care to know.

“I know,” Tony says, not opening his eyes. He tilts his head back, lets out a satisfied sigh and rearranges himself on the chair. The sun climbs another inch of his abs when his shirt rides up with the motion.

Today’s a good day, Tony thinks contentedly, and continues sucking lazily on the popsicle.

(Or, Tony wears a crop top. Steve, among other people, notices.)

And For Evermore (ao3) - ADAMWryter ikaris/gilgamesh G, 570

Summary: Someone flirts with Gilgamesh, but is not aware of his status.

are we falling apart at the seams? (ao3) - pxrkxrhollands harley/peter N/R, 5k

Summary: In which Peter Parker is too anxious to tell Harley he's in love with him, and things get a little... messy.

Four Letters Is Never The Question (ao3) - whitewalkers steve/bucky M, 5k

Summary: Bucky gets jealous and emotional after Peggy flirts with Steve at the Whip & Fiddle, and needs to remind and be reminded that Steve and Bucky belong to each other.

Green Eyes (ao3) - FriendLey pepper/tony T, 3k

Summary: It's Morgan's family day and the green eyed monster comes to visit.

Handle It (ao3) - TheEndeavorNetwork druig/makkari G, 830

Summary: Makkari is perfectly capable of dealing with things herself. Druig knows this. Nevertheless...

Hungry Eyes (ao3) - Panda365 bruce/natasha M, 2k

Summary: Bruce Banner and Natasha Romanoff are keeping their fling a secret from the team. Natasha starts to flirt with the others- pushing Banner to his breaking point.

Kings Of Treason (ao3) - shatteredhourglass bucky/tony E, 27k

Summary: Top-tier SHIELD agents Clint Barton and Bucky Barnes are benched for the foreseeable future. Hijinks ensue, resulting in terrible hipster cafes, spilled orange juice, a distinct sense of loneliness, jealousy, laser tag, and a truly terrible idea to bet on who can seduce that hot redhead from Stark Industries first.

May the Best Assassin Win (ao3) - NarutoRox bucky/tony T, 4k

Summary: Bucky loves Tony, but thinks Tony and Natasha are a couple. Tony loves Bucky, but thinks his feelings aren't reciprocated. Natasha knows all, and thinks it's about time these two idiots get together already.

Alternately: The one where Bucky is jealous, Tony is clueless, and Natasha is 100% done (and decides to take matters into her own hands).

My Beautiful Makkari. (ao3) - orphan_account druig/makkari N/R, 418

Summary: eros gets a little too comfortable with makkari, druig is not a fan.

Party of Three (ao3) - sammysouffle sam/bucky M, 1k

Summary: In which Joaquin kisses Sam and Bucky gets jealous.

pinky promise kisses (ao3) - flowermasters chrstine/stephen E, 2k

Summary: “He’s not why I’m late, though. Clea stopped by.”

“Oh?” Christine says, glancing up at his back as he pulls down two glasses.

Pumpkin Spice (ao3) - ShirouChan12 bucky/sam/zemo E, 1k

Summary: Sam is doing an underwear photo shoot, and it takes all of Bucky and Zemo's self-control to keep their hands off him, an effort that doesn't work.

Steve's Jealous Streak (ao3) - CaptainJimothyCarter peggy/steve E, 2k

Summary: If there's one thing Steve can't resist, it's his wife in a blonde wig and the knowledge that another man had been touching her.

Even if it was for intel.

Thinking of You (ao3) - awesomecherry steve/bucky E, 3k

Summary: Sometimes when Steve and Tony argue, it makes Bucky angry. Sometimes it makes him jealous.

Under the Skin (ao3) - Siancore sam/bucky M, 815

Summary: Helmut Zemo can see there's something going on between his captors, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes, so he decides to flirt with Sam to get under their skin.

[ao3feed-sambucky]

If I Take You Home

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43162194

by Writer_Lethogica

This season on If I Take You Home… There will be fun in the Big Easy as six men and women find themselves in paradise and face a stunning twist that will rock them all to their core. One… involving a cameraman on the crew. Tune in to see who Captain America will choose as his future fiancé on… If I Take You Home!

EXCERPT:

“Sorry. I’m a little all over the place. I can make speeches to crowds. But these cameras? Meeting with people one on one? I’m not even sure how I’m going to deal with confessionals. I. Um. I didn’t think this through.” Bucky rubbed Sam’s arm. It was… it was really nice, actually. “You’re Captain America, Sam. You’ve got this,” said Bucky with a kind smile, “And if you get nervous, just… Imagine me in my underwear.” Sam let out a surprised laugh, imagining everyone completely dressed beside Bucky. “Very unprofessional,” tutted Sam playfully. “Sometimes, people are in their underwear on this set. You can’t avoid it,” said Bucky as he giggled along with Sam, “If it helps, I believe in you. I’ve – I’ve seen a lot of people come on this set, and if anyone could find love… it’s you. I just know it.” Sam couldn’t stop smiling at that comment.

Words: 4647, Chapters: 1/3, Language: English

Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America (Movies), Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Sam Wilson (Marvel), James "Bucky" Barnes, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Kate Bishop, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Shang-Chi (Marvel), James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Clint Barton, Leah (The Falcon and the Winter Soldier), Monica Rambeau

Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson

Additional Tags: full beta we survive like final girls, POV Sam Wilson, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Strangers to Lovers, Alternate Universe - The Bachelor Fusion, Captain America Sam Wilson, Cameraman Bucky Barnes, The Shirt Curse Returns, Everyone Loves Sam Wilson

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/43162194

[voluntadfuerte]

@knightsvalor​ | build the tension starters | accepting

Clint was her favourite mistake. No matter how much it had burned her, how perhaps coming back to him wasn’t a good idea, she found a way back to him. Perhaps the divorce helped. She was no longer Mrs Clint Barton yet still found herself wanting for more. Tomorrow would be a different story. But tonight, she let her love for him take over her worst memories. Only keeping the good ones. “I’m hoping it’s lace underwear with a garter and stockings. Commando seems too boring of a choice.”

[shewhohangsoutincemeteries]

ladies first

clint barton x natasha romanoff x f!reader prompt: wait theme: smut (tags beneath the cut)

“Go slowly, kroshka,” Natasha murmured with a smile, her hand stroking gently through your hair. There was a hint of amusement in her dulcet voice, and you shivered as her fingertips tickled the back of your neck. “Always so eager to please. You don’t want to end the fun already, do you?”

You hummed your response, unable to reply properly with your mouth full. Clint groaned as you did, the vibrations of your mouth teasing his cock. You gagged slightly as his hips upward, the head of him hitting the back of your throat.

“Much better,” Natasha praised, her fingertips tip-toeing their way along your back. They lingered along the curve of your spine before dipping lower, and you whimpered as she slipped your underwear down your thighs. The gentle pressure of her hand between your thighs spread them wider, and you felt a thrill curl in your belly.

Your position on your hands and knees over Clint’s legs left you feeling prone, exposed. But the way he groaned as you slid your tongue along the length of him and dug your fingers into his thigh… and the way Natasha hummed in appreciation as she studied you… it didn’t seem to matter.

“God…” Clint muttered, his hands balling in the sheets beneath him. His fingers flexed, the muscles in his arms tightening. You knew he wanted so badly to bury his hands in your hair, but Natasha had given him strict instructions: He was not to touch. “Fuck, sugar, I’m—”

“Not yet, Barton,” Natasha tsked, her fingertips ghosting up the inside of your thigh. “Wait.”

Clint chuckled brokenly, shaking his head against the pillow. “For the love of fuck, why?”

Natasha snickered, her fingers continuing their glacial pace up over your sensitive flesh.

“You don’t cum…” Natasha said, a playful edge to her voice. You moaned, mouth full and your eyes rolling back, as she finally slid her fingers against your cunt. “…Until she does.”

Clint cursed again, his hands tightening further on the sheets. His knuckles whitened, and the fitted sheet popped off the corner of the bed. “God, you’re mean to me.”

You could picture Natasha’s answering half-smile, and your breath caught as Natasha pressed two fingers into you, her other hand teasing over your clit. You pulled back, the head of Clint’s cock against your bottom lip as you gasped for breath.

“Uh, uh, kroshka.” she reprimanded, stilling her hands. You whimpered, moving your hips back against her touch, and she rewarded the action with a sharp smack against your backside. “Don’t go easy on him.”

You shared a brief look with Clint – one you’d shared a hundred times before when Natasha took charge like this – one of shared excitement and play-exasperation. He winked at you before you took him back into your mouth and his head fell back onto the pillow.

“Good girl.” Nat cooed, her fingers returning to their previous rhythm.

You rode her fingers eagerly, every moan and breathy curse Clint gave you making your pulse quicken and your insides tighten. You choked around Clint’s cock as you came minutes later, pitching forward as your thighs shook with the sensation.

“Now, Clint.”

“Oh, thank God.” He bunched a hand in your hair and thrust into your mouth, groaning as his orgasm overcame him. You swallowed reflexively, smiling around him as you felt Natasha press a kiss to the small of your back. “Fuck…”

“So pretty, the two of you.” Natasha told you as you climbed up Clint’s body and pressed your lips to his. He banded his arms around your waist, one hand closing around hers as she smoothed her hand over your spine. “Just so pretty…”

tags: @startrekkingaroundasgard @lol-you-thought @ruderavenclaw @wittyforachange @notafraid-bitch-igot9lives @akumune @enna-core @xxboesefrauxx @hearmyharmony @katsies @lipstickandtanqueray @youralphawolf72 @maenji @rhymesmenagerie @wefracturedmotivation​ @january-echoes​ @glossyloner​ @capitalnineteen​ @youclickedthislink​ @s0ftness​ @castieltrash1​ @drakelover78​ @queenoftheunderdark​ @gwianasky

[winniethewife]

Kinktober Day 16

Day Sixteen: Whipping (Clint Barton x reader)

Warnings: smut under the cut, nsfw, 18+, FemBodied, enthusiastic consent, talk about safe words, a little fluffy,

Minors DNI

Words: 473

“You sure about this babygirl?” Clint asks as he hits his palm lightly with the soft whip. She nods.

“Yes, for the like fifth time I’m sure.” She laughs slightly

“Now you remember what they said at that seminar… only proceed with enthusiastic consent.” He slightly teased in referenced to the ‘BDSM for couples’ seminar they had attended, half as a joke half out of curiosity.

“Okay well this is me enthusiastically consenting, so are we going to do this or?” she feels like she’s been on her hands and knees for five minutes at this point, her thin night gown pulled up over her hips exposing her butt wasn’t doing much to keep her warm as she looks over her shoulder at him expectantly.

“Right okay well let’s just…start light.” He says almost more to reassure himself more than her. He arches his arm and with a satisfying sound the soft leather hits her ass cheek and she lets out a satisfied gasp.

“Oh wow, okay” She says softly, if that was Clint going light…

“We still good?” He asks, looking at her slightly concerned.

“Unless I say the safe word, we’re still good.” She reminds him with a reassuring smile. He smiles back and nods. She makes an attempt to get comfortable getting down on her elbows and bracing herself. As he lets the whip come down on her again the sting brings slight tears to her eyes as she lets out a small yelp. It felt really good. She felt really good, this might be her favorite of the new things they had decided to try in the bedroom. The sound of the whip hitting her skin might be the best part for Clint, or maybe it was the way it left those red welts on her skin, he might have to try a few more times to decide.

The soft leather of the whip hitting her soft skin, again and again, it was surprising how something so soft left such a sting. Clint drags the soft tendrils of the whip across her welted skin, She lets out a small moan at the sensation, which caught Clint’s attention.

“That feel good babygirl?” He asks with a teasing tone.

“Mhm. yeah, please don’t stop.” She whimpers. He smiles at her and runs the soft leather over the marks on her ass again. She moans at the sensation again. He reaches out and touches one of the red marks gently, the raised skin under his fingertips was fascinating. He liked this. He really likes this. His hand drifts over her ass and lightly touches her over her underwear to find them soaked through.

“Mmm, Babygirl. You’re so wet already Hun.” He says with his tone thick with pleasure as he strokes her aching need.

“Fuck, Clint please…”

“Well that’s definitely enthusiastic consent.”

~

Kinktober Masterlist

Tag: @queerponcho

[ao3feed-amerihawk-archive]

NSFW ABC: Clint Barton

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54562600 by JSmutts Find out about the Archer's naughty secrets and sex life. Words: 1477, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 5 of NSFW ABC: MCU Fandoms: Hawkeye (TV 2021), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clint Barton Relationships: Clint Barton/Reader, Clint Barton/Thor, Clint Barton/Steve Rogers, Clint Barton/Loki, Clint Barton/Kazimierz Kazimierczak Additional Tags: NSFW Alphabet Challenge, Aftercare, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Sex, Gay Sex, Top Clint Barton, Come Shot, Come Swallowing, Secrets, Mind Control, Mildly Dubious Consent, Body Hair, Intimacy, Rough Sex, Masturbation, Kinks, Body Part Kinks, Voyeurism, Orgasm Edging, Roof Sex, Love Bites, Marking, Blow Jobs, Ass Play, Face-Fucking, Sex Positions, Quickies, Sex Toys, Underwear, Quiet Sex, Dirty Talk, Penis Size, Dream Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54562600