Another day, another stack of paperwork on her desk. It seemed never ending, every time she finished a file, she’d blink and there would be three more on her desk. How much pressure could one person handle?
Y/n had just opened a new file when the door of her office opened and Clint walked in holding two hot cups of coffee.
"Hey Clint, what are you doing here? I thought you would wait for me at home? N-Not that I mind of course." Y/n stutters
Clint just chuckles as he places one of the cups in front of her and takes a seat on one of the chairs in front of her desk.
"Babe it's 11pm, when you didn't come home, I figured you lost track of time again so I’m here to take you home."
When she heard that it was 11pm she looked up to the clock on the wall in shock, it really was already that late. How could she be so distracted? This was not the first time she had worked longer later than closing. The last few days the office had burst with life, everyone running around to bring the new deal in. They had a deal with one of the biggest companies in the world.That's also why she suddenly had so much work to do. But seeing clint sitting on the other side of her desk made her feel guilty, she had in turn been neglecting him for days. She got up early in the morning, they drank their first cup of coffee together and then she was off to work and when she got back home Clint was either in bed or she was too tired to even function properly.
" I'm so sorry Clint, it's just I have so much work with this deal that I lose track of time but these files need to be finished. I should at least have texted you, i'm really sorry." She nearly sobbed.
Clint got up from his seat and made his way around her desk so he can take her hands in his and pulled her up into his arms hugging her close.
"You don't have to say sorry doll, I get it. But you're getting overworked, you need to take care of yourself." before she could chime in he continues "so I have talked with your boss, they're giving you time off starting now. So I'm taking you home, we'll order some food and I'll draw you a bath. Just relax for a few days."
"What about the files, they need to be finished tomorrow." She says already feeling panic coming over her.
"Don't worry about that, the file will be divided amongst your colleagues. It's all taken care of, now let me take care of you."
"You're the best Clint."
"Only for you, now take your coffee and let's go home." He said in his typical way making her chuckle.
For @death-likes-death: “Clint notices that the reader is going through different things (stress or anxiety maybe?)”
Pairing: Platonic Clint X Student Reader (gender neutral)
A/N: This is super short but I knew exactly what I wanted to do with it, and I did it! And of course I had to bring Kate into the mix because...who doesn’t love Kate Bishop?
Warnings: Maybe a little bit of anxiety, but not much else!
Words: 1,024
They were shaking. In the middle of target practice. And it wasn’t the first time - not even today.
Clint sighed and shook his head - not in disappointment, but concern. It was easier to explain his motives later, he knew. This one was...not difficult per se, but definitely a challenge. A challenge that Clint believed in, if only they could understand why.
They worked hard. They were determined. His kids were reading Harry Potter, and if he had to guess, he’d say this one was a Hufflepuff. Kinda quiet, but not hostile - not withdrawn or unsocial. They had friends, just not in the group they were working with that day. They’d been in the recruitment program for months, but the shaking and anxiety still wracked them whenever they picked up a bow.
Clint tried not to be even jokingly offended. Not everyone was a Hawk, and he knew that. He just wished that kid would’ve either said something to him about being uncomfortable with the bow, or picked something else up that might suit them better. He’d talked to them about it before, he knew he had. And yet, they were still down there, struggling to get the arrow pulled taut against the bowstring as they shook.
He sighed again, knowing that if he didn’t say something, that kid was gonna drop out of the program and never be heard from again. Turned out, Clint Barton believed in the Underdogs.
Today’s instructor was Todd, an easygoing guy who actually remembered what it was like to be a teenager. Clint was grateful for that; he knew Todd would let him interrupt without making a scene about it. He’d just go about teaching the rest of the class like Clint wasn’t there at all, and that was kind of what he needed.
The kid was shaking so badly now that they couldn’t even hold the bow up at all. It trembled in their hands, the arrow pointing at the floor because they only held the whole thing with one hand. The other was pressed flat against their chest as they forced themselves to breathe deeply. Clint sped up, hurrying around other marksmen as they aimed for their targets.
He caught the kid by the shoulders and forced them to look at him. “Hey,” he said, maybe a little too loudly. “It’s okay. Look at me. Eye contact, okay?”
They nodded, doing as Clint said. The shaking in their shoulders made Clint tremble, too. This was worse than he expected.
“Kid, what’s up?” he asked, refusing to bend down. This one was on the shorter side, but he knew most of them didn’t like it when he went into Dad Mode. He saved it for his own kids instead.
“I- uh. Sorry, sir, just um-”
“Hey,” Clint said again. “Deep breaths, ‘kay?”
They nodded. Together, they took in a large breath, held it for three beats, then let it out in sync. No one around them stopped to watch, and even if they had, Clint would’ve righted that wrong immediately.
“Good?” he asked.
The kid nodded, though they still shook.
“Cool. Now are you gonna talk, or are you gonna make me guess what’s wrong?”
One more deep breathe in, one more sigh. Their shoulders stopped shaking as violently. They weren’t relaxed, but at least they weren’t trembling anymore. Their bow and arrow fell to their sides, and they forced themselves to stand just a little taller. “It’s just- I’m. Ugh. I’m so far behind everyone with this.”
Clint stood his ground, nodding gently as he listened. “And?”
“Well, I mean, like… You and Kate, sir, you’re both so good, and so is Robby,” they said, pointing across the room. Clint never lifted his eyes from them, though. “And I just keep thinking, like, why can’t I do it like them, you know? Why am I so bad at this?”
As the drills went on around them, Clint put on his best Teacher face - not the Dad face Kate made fun of him for on a daily basis. “Forget about me and Kate, kid,” he insisted. “You gotta be you. If you’re out there tryin’a be everyone else, you’re gonna break.” He squeezed his hand that still sat on the kid’s shoulder, just enough to emphasize the weight of his words. “So maybe you suck at this - so what? We can’t all be Robin Hood.”
“Yeah, but, like… You are.” They started to look at the floor, but Clint cleared his throat.
“Okay. Maybe I am. But, you know, Robin Hood’s not all he’s cracked up to be,” he said. “And let’s not forget what you did to Regan with that spear last week.”
Regan was a target dummy, thankfully. And this kid had plunged the spear through her heart (which was entirely made of cotton stuffing) from halfway across a basketball court.
“All of this,” Clint said, pointing in a circle around the room, “is just...a prerequisite. Think of it like it’s Algebra I; you gotta just get through it, pass the class, and then you get to the next level. But you definitely don’t have to be Kate Bishop to do that.”
The kid stood still for a minute - a full minute, by Clint’s count. They stared at one another the whole time, even as everyone else around them continued with their drills. Finally, when he was done waiting, Clint bent forward just to whisper to them.
“And to be honest, kid, no one in this room is half as smart as Kate Bishop. Not even me. So don’t go flattering yourself with that comparison, k?” He laughed, to remind the kid that he was joking. Mostly. When he stood up, they were almost smiling at him.
They nodded, then breathed one more time before lifting the bow and arrow again. Clint made his way back to the rafters, where he could see the group as a whole much better. He’d only made it a few steps before the kid called him back. He looked over his shoulder to see them actually smiling now.
"Babe what's wrong?" "Say something,I'm worried" and "i love you more than all the grains of sand in the sea and on the beach" with clint please?I hope these aren't stupid😶
“Babe, what’s wrong?” Clint was kneeling at your feet, his face washed over with worry. You were sitting on the edge of the bed you two shared, your eyes glued to the floor. Streaks of silent tears were running down your face, and Clint wanted to know why. He couldn’t stand seeing you like this. “Say something, I’m worried. Baby, please talk to me.”
You removed your eyes from the floor and met his gaze. “I-I jus keep thinking that one day, you’re going to go out on a mission and you won’t come back. And that terrifies me, Clint. I love you so fucking much and I wouldn’t be able to keep living if I ever lost you.” You restrained back your sobs, but now the tears were aggressively streaming down your face.
He cupped your cheek in his hand, and pulled you into a kiss. “Baby, I’m not leaving you. Ever. No matter what. I couldn’t leave you, do you know why? Because I love you more than all the grains of sand in the sea and on the land.”
Head pounding, Clint stumbled through the hallways of the Avengers compound. Tripping over his own feet, he quickly righted himself as he blearily blinked away the remaining sleep. The sleep-deprived Hawkeye eventually had made it to the kitchen where the rest of his teammates were sitting on the stools, happily chatting away.
“Well, good morning to you too,” Tony smirked, closing the fridge door. Mumbling out a gruff reply, Clint plopped down onto the nearest stool, laying his head down on the cool granite top.
“Rough night?” Nat asked with a small smile, patting her best friend on the back. Nodding his head, his eyes close as he tries to get as much sleep as possible. Last night Tony had thrown a party and Clint had just a bit too much to drink as he tried to gain your attention. Ultimately failing (and embarrassing himself too), Nat dragged Clint back to his room where he passed out face down on the mattress. With a slight hangover pounding against his head, Clint kept his face in his arms as he tried to block out as much light as possible.
“Good morning, everyone,” Your voice rang out, causing everyone to look at you. You walked in with a spring in your step as everyone mumbled their replies. Sitting down on the stool next to Clint, you gently nudged him. “Good morning, sleepy-head.”
Smiling a weary smile, Clint mumbled his good morning as well. As you turned to talk to Bruce, you poured out the very last cup of coffee available. Sipping on the hot liquid, you let it warm up your cold fingers.
Head still pounding, Clint looked up at the group. “I’d kill for a coffee...literally.”
“Sorry, pal,” Tony said as he patted Clint’s back. “(Y/N) just got the last cup.”
“Isn’t there anymore coffee beans left? I could just make a new pot,” Clint said as he stretched out his arms.
Walking to the cupboards, Nat quickly looked through them before reporting that there was in fact no more coffee beans.
“Noooooo....” Clint grumbled, dramatically falling back into the chair.
“You could still have coffee, Clint,” Tony said, looking at you. “You’ll just have to kill (Y/N) for it.” All eyes had snapped to you at that point, where you sheepishly hid behind your mug.
Blushing slightly, Clint shook his head. “N-no, it’s hers. She can have it.”
“But you said-”
“Tony, shut up,” Clint said, cutting Tony off. Moving towards Clint, you once again took your seat next to him. Gently placing the mug on the counter, you gently nudged the cup towards Clint. Looking down at the cup and then back at you, Clint nudged the cup back towards you. “No, it’s yours. Keep it.”
Rolling your eyes at the man, you slid the cup back towards him. “Don’t be silly, we can share it. Besides, you’ll have to get used to sharing things with me.”
“Why’s that?” Clint asked, taking a sip of the warm liquid.
“Let’s just say that you’ll be spending a lot more time with me after what you said last night,”
“W-what did I say?” Clint asked, worried at what his drunk-self could have said.
“Oh, just how you liked me,” You said with a grin as you watched Clint go pale. “So get used to sharing with me. You’ll be seeing me a lot more.”
And with that, you stood up and made your way out of the room. Before you could fully exit, you stopped and kissed Clint on the cheek, making him blush even more.
“Okay, what just happened?” Tony asked as he watched your retreating form.
“I don’t know...” Clint sighed out blissfully before standing up. “But I’m going to find out.”
Now watching Clint walk away, Tony looked at the group. “I am still confused.”
“Don’t worry,” Nat said as she patted his shoulder. “I’ll explain when you’re older.”
Authors notes: Another one for the follower celebration! Thanks, Anon! I hope this is the direction you wanted it to go.
Prompt: My friend, if you did something with Clint centered around 'Why don't you just give me *thing that they're allergic too* it'd kill me quicker than boring me to death would', I would be eternally grateful! He's so sarcastic sometimes, I feel like someone giving it right back would be fantastic!
Notes/ warnings: Mentions of a gun, allergy attack, needles, tons of sass.
You face-palmed so hard that you were pretty sure you were going to give yourself a headache.
“Clint, honey, you’re allergic to it. Back up. If you get any closer your eyes are going to start watering and then your throat will get itchy and close up. Next thing you know, you’re on the floor dying of asphyxiation and I’m not about to stab a pen through your neck just to give you some air. I love you, but not ‘I love you enough to stab you’ love you.”
Clint groaned. “But-”
“No.” You replied sternly. Clint inched forward and you drew your gun. “Stop.”
“Come on, (Y/N), I don’t need anymore lectures today.” Clint whined.
“Lectures?” You raised your voice and lowered your gun. “Clint the last time you had a rough day you came here and were out of commission for a week! A lecture is exactly what you need because you are a stubborn, needy child, whom I must protect.”
Clint stepped closer to the gate and looked at the store clerk. “Why don’t you just give me the cat,” He looked over his shoulder to see you glaring at him. “It’d kill me quicker than boring me to death would.” He smirked at you.
“Fine, you wanna play toddler and cuddle with a cat because Nat chewed you out again, go ahead! But don’t come wheezing to me when your lungs start to collapse.”
The store clerk handed Clint an orange kitten and he promptly nuzzled it against his cheek. “Just look at him. He’s so cute. I feel better already. I should get one and register it as an emotional support animal, then I could take it everywhere with me!” He gushed.
His nose twitched and his face scrunched before he let out a huge sneeze. It was so loud that the cat hissed at him and he was forced to hand him back to the clerk. Clint rubbed his eyes before shouting at the realization that he hadn’t washed his hands yet. He scratched his neck and tried to maintain a controlled expression but then scratched harder and started to cough.
He reached out, doubled over, for your arm but you dodged his grasp and smiled.
“I warned you, Barton.” You reveled in being right, yet again.
“Shut up,” He wheezed. He dropped to his knees, shrugged his back pack off and dug around looking for something and when he couldn’t find it he looked up at you with desperate eyes. “Where’s my pen?”
You twirled the epi-pen in your fingers. “You mean this? I pulled it out so I’d have it ready when this happened.”
“No, (Y/N), please let me do it.” He begged, knowing what was in store for him.
You grinned and shook your head. “This is what you get.”
You ripped the cap of and plunged the needle into his thigh. Clint let out a hoarse scream but within seconds his airways opened up again.
“Next time I tell you no, you should listen.” You reminded, with a pat on his leg after you removed the spent pen.
Clint collapsed onto the floor with a thud and his only response was, “Worth it.” as he looked back and admired the pin of kittens.
You nuzzled in closer to your boyfriend of a year and a half, the not-so-famed Avenger, Hawkeye, aka Clint Barton, aka Mr. Cutebutt. He intertwined your fingers with his own, pressing kisses all across your face almost mindlessly. You could still smell the alcohol on his breath, and you laughed as you pulled him in for a kiss on his lips, which he obligingly consented to.
“You’re so cute, Clint,” you murmured absently as you traced your fingers alongside his muscles. You really appreciated those.
Clint let out a breathy laugh, “Well, you’re the cutest.”
An idea suddenly hit you. “If you’re cute, and I’m the cutest, then that means that we’re like, royalty or something! Right?”
“Oh, yeah,” he confirmed, “Totally.”
You beamed, “And if I’m royalty, then that means I’m like the queen, right?”
“Yep,” Clint replied as he began to draw kisses across your skin again.
“And–and–if I’m queen, then that means that I get like, lots and lots and lots of gifts and stuff, right?”
“Anything you want,” he told you.
“I want diamonds! Lots and lots and lots of diamonds!” You decided excitedly. “I wanna diamond tiara, an’ a diamond necklace with lil’ pieces of silver, an’ I want some bracelets an’…” An idea suddenly hit you straight in the head. “I know! I wanna diamond ring!”
Clint raised an eyebrow, “A diamond ring, huh?”
You nodded your head fiercely, up and down. “Yessiree I do!”
He resumed to kissing your lips, and said quietly, “I’m pretty sure I could get you that.”
Requested by arfrona: can you please do an imagine where the reader is strip teasing to “Dangerous Woman” by Ariana Grande to piss off Clint who wasn’t paying enough attention to her? Daddy Dom and Little Girl please!! thank you!!
Pairing: Clint Barton x Reader
Rating: M
Word count: 1.7k
Warnings: daddy kink, established dd/lg relationship, daddy!Clint, little girl!reader, strip tease, lap dance, no actual smut, swears (bc you’re a bad girl ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), Clint playing video games bc he has no life, you play with yourself a bit
A/N: alright, so this lil’ fic doesn’t have actual smutty smut content, but it does involve Clint getting a boner. And you’re basically stripping for him. Enjoy!
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You’d been planning it for days, now. Weeks, even. You’d purchased a specific set of lingerie that you adored, and you just knew that your boyfriend, Clint, would love it, too.
The only problem?
He would not stop playing his fucking video games.
He hadn’t went on the latest mission, and neither had you. You had the entire tower to yourselves, what with Bruce and Thor out doing something elsewhere, and Wanda and Vision probably on a date somewhere. You had thought that the two of you would end up fucking on every single surface of the Tower, or, at least, every single surface in your room.
Needless to say, that did not happen. That did not happen at all.
Instead, some video game that Clint had been raving about for months nonstop had been released, and he was the first to buy it from the stores. (Funny thing, he literally stood in line for the damned thing at three in the morning. He claimed it was worth it. You weren’t so convinced.) The minute he’d opened it up from it’s containment, he’d been playing it. Sun up, sun down. No matter the weather. He continued to play the game, stopping only for food, the occasional bathroom break, and a minimum requirement of sleep.
He just wouldn’t pay attention to you, and, while you knew it shouldn’t’ve, it pissed you off to no end. How the hell were you competing with a video game for his attention?
That day, you’d decided that enough was enough. You threw on the lingerie, dressing in not-at-all sexy attire, and padded out into the den, where he sat in his usual place: on the sofa, controller in hand, staring at the television screen.
“Daddy?” you called out to him.
“Uhh…yeah, baby girl?” he asked you, still not turning around to look at you.
“Can you stop what you’re doing for a bit?” You asked him in your little girl voice, “I wanna play.”
He paused, but still didn’t look at you. “Daddy’s kind of busy right now, baby. Could you wait?”
“Been waiting for days, daddy,” you told him, near pouting. “Want daddy’s attention now.”
“Baby–”
That was it. You sucked in a breath and pressed ‘play’ on the audio of the song you’d been planning on using.
Don’t need permission
Made my decision to test my limits
'Cause it’s my business, God as my witness
“Baby girl?” Clint questioned as you appeared in his field of vision, standing in front of him before sliding down to the floor, kneeling before him and looking directly into his eyes. “What are you-”
Start what I finished
Don’t need no hold up
Taking control of this kind of moment
I’m locked and loaded
Completely focused, my mind is open
“I’m gonna dance for you, daddy,” you told him as you slowly stood up. You placed one hand onto his shoulder and slid one of your knees to one side of him, before doing the same with your other hand and your other knee. Before he could get a word out, you were straddling him and bringing your hands down to the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head to reveal the y/f/c colored bra that you had worn underneath.
You pressed a quick kiss to his lips a you ground down onto his lap slowly and sensually, rocking your hips back and forth onto his lap in a manner that was in no way rushed at all.
All that you got, skin to skin, oh my God
Don’t ya stop, boy
You pressed your chest up against his body, your fingers roaming across his chest as you placed kisses down and along his jawline, nipping at his skin all the while you continued to hump against him in the slowest of all manners.
“Shit, baby girl,” he muttered as he dropped the controller, moving his hands down to cup your ass.
“No, no, no, daddy,” you told him as you withdrew your body from him, standing up and turning off the TV behind you, swaying your hips to the music.
Somethin’ 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout you
Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn’t
You began to shimmy your way out of your sweats, bringing them down from your waist to just mid-way down your ass, half revealing the y/f/c lace filled panties that matched with your bra.
Reaching behind your back, you surreptitiously undid the latches on your bra, allowing the material to fall from your chest, releasing your breasts from the confines of the cups. You squeezed your breasts in your hands, pinching both of your nipples all the while strolling back over to sit onto Clint’s lap yet again.
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout
Nothing to prove and I’m bulletproof and
Know what I’m doing
The way we’re movin’ like introducing
Us to a new thing
“Oh, baby girl,” Clint said thoughtfully as you returned to straddling his lap. You placed one of your nipples against his lips and he immediately took to sucking onto them; his tongue finding it’s way to turn them upwards into little peaks as goosebumps popped up all over your body.
You continued to hump onto his lap, slowly yet firmly, rubbing your crotch up against the stiffness that was making itself apparent in Clint’s pants. You smirked, knowing that your plan was working, after all.
I wanna savor, save it for later
The taste of flavor, cause I’m a taker
Cause I’m a giver, it’s only nature
I live for danger
You momentarily stopped humping onto him so that you could snake a hand down into his own sweats, taking the utmost delight in the realization that he had forgone wearing boxers that day.
You gripped his cock in your hands and gave him a satisfying two pumps, garnering a moan from him, before releasing your hand from his member and back to your side.
Noticing the slightest droplets of liquid on your fingers, you brought them to your mouth and licked them away, all the while continuing to keep that eye contact with Clint.
“Shit, baby girl,” he gaped, clearly impressed with your actions.
Somethin’ 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout you
Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn’t
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout you
You stood up from sitting on his lap to standing once more. You took off your sweats, shaking your hips to the beat of the music as you slid down to the ground in front of him, pushing his legs open as you settled in between them.
You glided up his legs, situating yourself facing away from him, as you bent over, essentially sticking your ass up in the air.
All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath, like that
You know how I’m feeling inside
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout
All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath, like that
You know how I’m feeling inside
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout
His hands were quick to grope at your ass, one of his fingers stealthily tracing a line down your pussy lips until he reached your clothed clit, fingering at the bud with that sole finger.
Somethin’ 'bout you makes me feel like a dangerous woman
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout you
Makes me wanna do things that I shouldn’t
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout you
“Uh, uh, daddy,” you told him as you pulled away from his touch, despite your body wanting more. “You haven’t been paying much attention to me lately.”
You sat down onto the space on the sofa next to him as you drew your knees up close to your chest, slipping your panties up and off of your ass and down your legs, depositing them onto the floor.
You spread your legs and rubbed your own clit, no longer asking for his attention anymore.
Clint let out a whine, “Come on, baby girl–” He reached out a hand towards you and you slapped it away.
“Nope,” you said, returning to stimulating yourself. “You wouldn’t pay attention to your little girl when she needed you before, so now I’m not gonna pay attention to my daddy when he needs me.”
All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath like that
You know how I’m feeling inside
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout
All girls wanna be like that
Bad girls underneath like that
You know how I’m feeling inside
Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout
“You can’t be serious,” Clint gave a nervous chuckle, and you just smiled bemusedly as you rubbed onto yourself just a tad bit faster.
You dipped two fingers inside of you while your thumb threaded light circles over your clit, making you moan as you felt warmth flood throughout your entire being.
“I think I’m just gonna get myself off for a while,” you said. “Don’t need daddy’s cock anyway, I still got that dildo–”
Just then, Clint essentially pounced on you, attacking your lips with his as he pinned your wrists to your sides, preventing you from touching yourself as you previously were.
When he broke away from the kiss, he said, “You don’t get to tease daddy like that, baby girl.”
“Oh, yeah?” you grinned mischievously as you rolled your hips upwards against his. “Make me.”
Yeah, there’s somethin’ 'bout you boy
Yeah, there’s somethin’ 'bout you boy
Yeah, there’s somethin’ 'bout you boy
(Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout you)
Yeah, there’s somethin’ 'bout you boy
Yeah, there’s somethin’ 'bout you boy
Yeah, there’s somethin’ 'bout you boy
(Somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout, somethin’ 'bout you)
(Needless to say, after that night, you couldn’t walk straight for days.)
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A/N: I hope this was alright…it’s my first time writing a strip tease and…I feel like this is so bad, lmao. Nonetheless, thanks for reading!
