#mcu clint barton

[amasterpieceofmadness]

showers - clint b.

pairings Clint Barton x fem!reader

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

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

wordcount 2.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I chuckle and nod softly “Yeah, it was”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[voicesinthedarkness]

Reaching Out For Your Hand

Natasha’s vision fades in slowly. She’s floating in the air, looking down at a cliff made of some kind of purple stone.

On the cliff, two people stand with their foreheads touching. A man, his dirty blond hair styled in a long mohawk with a bow and two katana on his back, and a woman in some kind of black tactical suit, her braided red hair dyed blond at the end.

Natasha’s view soars closer, landing next to them. They don’t appear to notice her. “Okay,” the man says as he pulls away suddenly, and she nods, taking in a breath. “You win,” he continues, and smiles.

Then he swipes her legs out from beneath her, pinning her to the ground. “Tell my family I love them,” he says in a rushed voice. She makes a motion too fast for Natasha to see, grabbing him and bodily thrusting him off of her. “You tell ‘em yourself,” she pants, now on her feet and… pointing her fist at him? Something glows blue from a thick black bracelet around her wrist, and Natasha realizes she has something similar to her own Widow’s Bites.

A blue bolt shoots from the bracelet, electrifying the man, and the woman runs to the cliff as the man struggles up and aims a bow slightly to the left of her. An arrow fires, setting off a small explosion and throwing the woman to the ground. She grunts in pain, almost glaring up at the man as he tosses his bow aside and runs to the cliff, getting one last look at her face before he jumps. She soars after him, catching him and sending some kind of grappling hook up at the cliff wall as Natasha’s view follows them down. The hook catches, sending the two slamming into the cliff, and the woman slips. The man manages to catch her, and they hang there precariously, Natasha’s vision landing just beside them. “Damn you,” the man gasps, fighting to grab the woman with his other hand, but has to take hold of the cord so as to keep some weight off of it. He looks back down at her, making a pleading sound. “Let me go,” she whispers. “No,” he says, shaking his head. “No, please no.” She looks up at him. “It’s okay,” she breathes, and Natasha can tell she’s just barely holding back tears. “Please,” he says again, also about to cry. She pushes off from the wall, reaching up for him as she falls. “No!” he shouts, looking away before she hits the ground and sort of rocking himself.

He looks again after a moment, and Natasha follows his gaze, to the woman’s body splayed on the ground, red around her head, except it isn’t her hair, because that was in a braid.

“Natasha,” the man cries, the sound echoing around them, and finally Natasha understands.

She shoots up in bed, screaming, black wings flapping wildly. Clint’s there immediately, turning on a lamp, the soft light flashing off the red-gold edging of Natasha’s feathers. “I died in my dreams,” she pants. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Clint says, confused. “Got lost in the fire… I died in my dreams,” she repeats, not really understanding what she’s saying. “Reaching out for your hand,” she continues. “My fatal desire.” She flops back against her pillow, releasing a sigh. “It was just a dream,” Clint comforts her, running a silvery purple wing along the top of hers. “Yeah,” she answers softly. He begins to get up, but she grabs his hand, surprising him. “Stay,” she asks, and he does.

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i have officially broken into little pieces ಥ_ಥ

Sorry if wings are “cringe” or whatever. I don’t really keep track of that stuff, because it’s exhausting and could change from day to day. Plus, as an Autistic Emotionally Ineptᵀᴹ person, wings are sooo expressive and help me to draw the line between one world and another.

I hope you like it @fckumoffat! I am also sorry that it ended up being so short (I forgot the ideas I’d had when I first answered your ask, I love having ADHD), so if I ever do add to this, I’ll make sure to tag you :)

[redcarcrashblues]

reading winterhawk and my brain keeps autocorrecting clint to cunt

[phoenixofthestars]

my favorite thing about the hawkeye initiative is that literally any of them would totally do it, and he would do it with great glee

[psyzook]

There is something about pretty men that makes me just wanna.. put them on their knees. And pepper their faces with kisses. But I want to ruin different men in different sinful ways. Clint Barton I want to see drool, and Matt Murdock I want to see cry. This is all I ask for.

[dadbodbobby]

Jeremy Renner playing a character who was often Deaf in the comics and saying he wouldn’t have auditioned had Clint been written Deaf in the first place, leading many people to call him ableist only to casually reveal during the premiere of his show roughly 11 years after his character’s on screen debut and after 30 years in Hollywood and 2 Oscar noms later, when it’s been clarified that the show will finally address Clint as being HOH, that he (Jeremy) himself was born HOH and never talking about it since and not even going into detail about being HOH, while clarifying the difference between being HOH and being Deaf, is low key a power move and I kinda love it.

[luckys-last-brain-cell]

Gotta say though comic Clint pend my heart I appreciate MCU Clint being visibly HoH now. The way it was portrayed, though more severe than my loss…good to see. Relatable.

[soulless-bex]

clint barton really went from human disaster to father of three, uh? that’s kind of sad

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

It's Not That Kind Of Party

read on AO3

1k, Clint Barton/Natasha Romanov, E-rating, Canon AU

Summary: Clint and Natasha get stranded outside of Longyearbyen, Svalbard in the arctic region of Norway. They together find shelter.

[committing-arson-suicidially]

Au where Clint dies instead of Nat

Natasha and Kate had been partners for a while but one day, they were on a mission and Kate saved Nat from dying by sniper shot and shot the sniper.

"Thanks, Clint--" Natasha was silent. It was a while since I was mentioned.

"It's okay. I'm sure he's in a good place. I didn't mean to have that effect--" Kate was interrupted.

"It's fine. It was my own fault for the confusion. But hey, that was the last guy, so..."

"Yeah. I gotta get home before my mom gets worried. Have a good night, Nat-- asha."

They both left the scene. Kate went back to the penthouse and Nat went to the warehouse.

Nat sighed. I wish I could've been there to tell her I was watching. It broke my heart seeing her like that. She cried herself to sleep that night.

[dianacandmm]

[loomontoia]

My family

[renif]

"can you get off of me, barton?" "nuh uh" *continues posing for a nonexistent photo*

just a normal sparing session this is so dumb, but i just couldn't help myself

[cobaltperun]

Happy black widow

Nat: *eating her sandwich that "mysteriously" appeared on her table*

-other side of the room-

Clint: Really? Another sandwich?

Y/N: *looking away and whispering* Well-fed black widow is a happy black widow and I have intentions with the Black Widow...

Clint: Yeah? And what are those intentions?

Y/N: *still whispering* She looks so happy and cute when she eats them.

Clint: Adorable.

Yelena: Just ask her out already!

Clint: *patting Yelena on the back* They'll get there. Eventually.

*Later*

Y/N: *drinking favorite beverage* Whoever brought this is my second favorite person.

Yelena: The first is Natasha?

Y/N: Yup.

-other side of the room-

Nat: *smiling proudly*

Clint: Maybe it would be more effective if you weren't sneaky about it?

Nat: We'll get there.

Somehow has a part 2 now.

[psyzook]

I can go on and on about submissive Clint Barton and submissive Matt Murdock. I see them and go: “I literally want them on their knees now.”

[avengerscompound]

Jeremy Renner as Clint Barton My favorite look in each show