Heya! This is a masterlist that is going to be updated anytime I post something. If you’d like, feel free to comment, reblog or like so that other people might see this work. Thank you. <3
Please do remember that all these works are 18+ and contains very dark themes: specific warnings will be given in every single fiction, but please be very careful. None of these characters belong to me.
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Steve Rogers
Living nightmare.
Summary: You were a normal person, with a great job opportunity at Stark Tower. Suddenly everything changed.
No Way Out (serie).
Summary: you are a worker in the Stark Tower, only aiming to grow your career and keep your life simple. Actually, you were the kind of person who admired the avengers but from afar but Steve Rogers didn’t have the same plan once he started talking with you.
Can’t run, can’t hide.
Summary: you try to get away from Steve, but things don't go as you expected.
No escape (feat dark! Natasha Romanoff)
Summary: Natasha and Steve found a common interest, and that is you. But then you say things like you want to break up, and then escape. So, of course they take you back, and then make sure you understand the hardest way you can't really leave them.
Controlling
Summary: Steve Rogers is your man and he doesn't like his girl's dress.
Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier.
You can’t say no.
Summary: you work in the Stark Tower and you enjoy your routine, until someone comes up and you catch their attention. Avoiding him won’t be enough.
Curiosity (dark! Bucky serie).
Summary: you work into the Stark Tower and live a basic normal life. Nora, your collegue and friend, is for now your only little sunshine. Until she suddenly changes and all the clues lead to the infamous ex Winter Soldier. Lucky thing is, he noticed you too.
Behave (+ Dark! Natasha Romanoff)
Summary: you have a beautiful and loving relationship with Natasha Romanoff, and everything is so perfect. Until everything falls apart, and by the time you want to leave, Natasha is not your only problem. Another soldier is.
Taken (Dark! Winter Soldier x reader)
Summary: you work for Hydra, until one day everything goes for the worst, and you find yourself in the hands of the Winter Soldier. You think you'll be dead soon, but the asset has other plans for you.
What’s rightfully mine (Dark! Winter Soldier x reader)
Summary: you were running for your life since months after the Winter Soldier got free and started killing everybody inside of Hydra. When he found you, things didn't go as you expected.
Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.
Taking you back (Dark! Stucky x reader).
Summary: this time you managed to escape for good from the two soldiers, but what if they find you back?
Wanda Maximoff
Already mine.
Summary: you’re already in love with someone, even after so many years being trapped with Wanda Maximoff. Just hope she doesn’t find out.
I did it for love.
Summary: you worked in a little shop, making cupcakes and coffee every day. Soon you meet your new client, but you don’t know what awaits you.
But I love you so.
Summary: Wanda is slowly killing you and she realized it when it was already too late.
I’m your home now.
Summary: Wanda rescues you from an abusive home, but you don’t really know she is or what her intentions are. Until you find something interesting.
More than just friends.
Summary: you thought Wanda could be a very good friend for you, she didn't agree with that
Better luck next time.
Summary: you try to leave, you face consequences.
My girl
Summary: you, simple worker at the local cafè, caught the attention of Wanda, and then it was over for you.
My Baby (serie, Dark! Ex! Wanda Maximoff x reader)
Summary: you are Wanda's ex and you broke up with her a long time ago. Then Wanda decides it's a good idea to become your neighbor and take her baby back, one way or another.
Peter Parker.
Tell me pretty lies.
Summary: you want to leave Peter and start again. Too bad for you, he has other plans.
Your place.
Summary: leaving Peter is never an option.
My Angel.
Summary: you always help everyone, and it seems Peter is kinda tired of it. (request)
Please, stay.
Summary: Peter thinks you are perfect for him, and when begging you is not enough, violence remains the only option.
Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow).
Hush Little Girl.
Summary: you felt like someone was following you and you should’ve listened to yourself.
Project.
Summary: Natasha is tired of your life with your partner, so she decides to take matters into her own hands.
Behave (+ Dark! Bucky Barnes).
Summary: you have a beautiful and loving relationship with Natasha Romanoff, and everything is so perfect. Until everything falls apart, and by the time you want to leave, Natasha is not your only problem. Another soldier is..
No escape (feat dark! Steve Rogers)
Summary: Natasha and Steve found a common interest, and that is you. But then you say things like you want to break up, and then escape. So, of course they take you back, and then make sure you understand the hardest way you can't really leave them.
Better luck next time.
Summary: you try to leave, you face consequences.
Yelena Belova.
Some company.
Summary: Yelena was supposed to kill you, but somehow she changed her mind.
Can we get some dark, kinky Clint Barton up in here? There’s not nearly enough of him on tumblr and I think he could be one kinky, dark mofo
babysitting
Warning/s: DARK CLINT, age gap, SMUT, non/dub-con, drugging, creepy Clint, breeding kink, nOT pRooFrEad, PLEASE BE WARNED
A/N: This is my first time writing for Clint so expect the disappointment ;) I also don’t know how to write kinky shit so expect another disappointment! ;)) Hopefully, this ‘drabble’ suffices. It got longer than expected… again. I suck at writing SHORT drabbles. HAH!
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Requests are open!
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The Hawkeye has a lot of secrets. Like… a lot. He’s also really good at keeping his secrets away from the limelight.
The spy is fun to be around when you’re considered as his friend. His jokes are distinctively witty and his remarks are humorous. His persona around his friends and his teammates are the complete opposite when he’s with you.
His demeanor is nothing but gloaming. His protectiveness and possessiveness are to an extent which terrifies you. You envied those who he treats differently but he would always tell you that you’re special and that you deserve the special treatment.
He wasn’t always like that but nonetheless, he was creepy. Even from the start. His creepiness just got progressively worse when he and his wife got a divorce. You were their babysitter and whenever you would babysit their kids, he would always watch you like a hawk. Ironic.
He would shamelessly scan your body and it would always make you feel uneasy. Yes, he might be attractive. Aging has been treating him well, you have to admit. His training also did his body wondrous deeds. He’s an attractive man but the way that his aura changes instantly whenever he finds his way alone in a room with you stray you away from his good looks.
After the divorce, you were still called in to babysit. It’s not the same as before because Laura, his wife, is no longer in the picture. The kids would be sent to her house at scheduled dates and vice versa for Clint. Weirdly enough, Clint would still call you in even though he would be at home the whole day for the kids. He would say that he needed help with taming the little rascals and would compliment you at how good you are with your job. That’s another thing that you’ve noticed. He’s become more outspoken to you. He never really talked to you before. Mostly, it was Laura who speaks to you.
Little did you know, that was the start of something much worse.
You should’ve seen it coming. You should’ve known that he would manage to trick you. And that’s what he did. You’re currently in his abode, sitting on the sofa and wondering why the house lacks the sound of children. It’s quiet. Too quiet.
He’s in the kitchen making you a cup of hot chocolate that he insisted upon your arrival. Your tense posture faltered when your phone dinged as a message popped up on your lock screen.
‘You coming later?’
Clint walked up to you with a cup of beverage and smiled at you as you took a sip of the sweet liquid. His attention strayed from your face to your phone when it dinged once again.
‘Come on, baby. It wouldn’t be fun without you ;)’
Clint cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck as he gave you a cheeky smile. “I apologize for forgetting. I should’ve texted you that the kids will be at Laura’s today.”
“Oh…” you turned to him with a surprised look but offered him a forced smile. “It’s no problem.” Another ding sounded.
‘Come on babyy’
“I could just leave” you made a move to stand up but Clint moved towards you, placing a hand on your shoulder to keep you seated.
“I’m getting too old to remember things…” he chuckled to himself, giving you a look that made you gulp in panic. His hand traveled from your shoulder to your cheek, rubbing his thumb softly on it.
“Clint, wh-what are you-” you got cut off by him forcefully shoving his lips onto yours and invading your mouth with his tongue. You sat frozen in surprise and it took you a few seconds to comprehend what was happening but when you did, you pushed on his chest as hard as you could but it was to no avail. Your phone gave out another ding. And then another. And another…
‘Are you ignoring me?’
‘You playing hard to get, baby?’
‘Come on. Don’t be such a bitch’
Clint roughly pulled away from you and snatched the phone from the table, ignoring your attempts at getting it back and scrolling through the text messages. You regretted not putting a lock on it now.
Clint’s face sported a scowl as the phone lit up half of his face. He turned to look at you and gave you a false smile.
“Is this your boyfriend?” He threw the phone away, crawling towards you with a sinister look on his face. You felt your stomach churn in anticipation and it frightened you. The way that your body is reacting to this man disturbed you.
You let out a shaky breath as he positioned himself on top of you, leaning his body closer to yours but never giving your body the satisfaction of his touch.
“You’re starting to feel it now, huh?”
He ignored the questioning look you gave him along with your terrified expression. Sweat started to dribble down your face and you just now noticed how your breathing started to speed up.
He hiked up the skirt you were wearing, revealing your damped panties to himself like a treasure box.
“How’re you feeling, sweetheart? Wanna drink some more of that hot chocolate?”
Then it hit you. The thought and whatever the fuck he put in that hot chocolate.
“Put something there so you can be more compliant. I need to be able to control something, sweetheart. It just so happen to be you.” he smirks at you when you tried to grind your lower half against his with a desperate whine.
He chided you as he clicked his tongue. “Not yet, sweetheart.” he leaned down, barely brushing his lips against yours as you whined. It’s almost painful to have him so close yet so far. You find yourself missing his rough kiss from earlier.
“First things first. Who’s texting you? Is he your boyfriend?” he continued to tease you by getting too close but never enough to be touching. You almost moaned when he touched your shoulder to push you down the sofa, away from his body.
“You have to answer me first, sweetheart. Can you do that?”
Clint smiled. Like a real genuine smile when he saw you finally submitting to him with a determined nod.
“Th-That’s Mike texting. He’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a guy who keeps asking me out…” you breathed a shaky breath as he grinds his hips down your panties for each question you just answered.
“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing good…” you couldn’t help but feel proud that you were able to please him just by answering his questions. All the thoughts about him being creepy left your mind. He let out a melodic moan when he grinds his crotch against yours once again, earning a whimper from your desperate state of mind.
“You want to be a good girl for me, sweetheart?” Clint didn’t spare another second once you gave him a nod. With skillful movements, he managed to position your body where your legs are hanging off the back of the sofa and your head just on the edge of the seat, your vision turning upside down.
“Open wide, sweetheart.” he cooed and immediately snatched his cock out of his leather pants and shoving it on your mouth. You gagged as he pushed it deeper down your throat. The sight of his cock bulging through your neck made him groan and rub himself through your neck with his thumb. Your gagging only added to his pleasure as he felt the vibration around his cock.
You felt his cock twitch inside your mouth and you expected him to cum down your throat but it never happened because he pulled out before he could even cum. You felt disappointed at yourself for missing the feeling of his cock down your throat.
“As much as I love your mouth around my cock, I have to feel your pretty cunt around it.” He grabbed your upper body with less struggle and laid your back down the sofa once again, spreading your legs apart with his arms. He tore your panties apart and pocketed it. His eyes gleamed when he studied your womanhood.
He towered over you and lined his cock against your slit, sliding it up and down in a teasing manner. You whined and bucked your hips up to satisfy yourself but he wasn’t having any of that. He chuckled as you let out a cry when he pulled his cock away from you, shaking his head in a condescending way.
“Please” you whined once more.
He reached a hand towards your face, brushing away stray hairs as softly as he can with his calloused palm. “What do you want, sweetheart? Tell me.” He looked at you tauntingly. He teased your entrance once more when you refused to answer him.
“I-I want you inside of me, please!” you cried out in desperation and disappointment for yourself. You’ve never been so needy. The hell with that hot chocolate.
Clint seemingly over with waiting, didn’t miss a beat as he forced his cock into your slit, groaning when your walls made it hard for him to enter you. Your back rubbed against the sofa as he slammed into you in a rhythmic pattern. You learned that Clint is very vocal during sex and it only spurred your appetite. Hearing his melodious moans made you wetter as he rammed into you like an animal.
“Mmm, sweetheart. Fuck!” you watched him tilt his head back, his face holding a pleasured frown as he jerked his hips against yours. His thrusts started to become sloppy as you felt his cock twitch against your walls.
He stops for a second to put your right leg on his left shoulder, getting more access and stroking much deeper into you which sparks something inside of you. He feels your walls clench around him, alerting him that you’re close to coming as he is. He doubled his efforts, thrusting slowly yet deeply into your cunt. His hand fount its way to your clit, rubbing furiously on it until you’re a crying mess under him.
“You have to wait for me, sweetheart.” he moans as he speeds up, the sound of skin slapping each other fills the living room.
“Okay sweetheart. Come for me, baby.” he groans loudly as your walls clench tightly around him, crying out cutely as your body spasms under him.
“Fuck” he groans loudly as he buries himself inside of you, cock twitching as it spills cum inside of you. He stays inside you as he held you in his arms, breathing heavily as he buries his head on the side of your neck, whispering sweet nothings.
After a while, he still hasn’t pulled out from you but he repositioned the both of you so your back was against his chest now as he stroked your hair softly. He leaned down to kiss the side of your head as he whispered,
“You take such good care of the kids and myself, sweetheart. Let me take care of you this time around.”
The Hawkeye has a lot of secrets. Like… a lot. He’s also really good at keeping his secrets away from the limelight.
It just so happens that you are one of his secrets.
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Summary: Thanos has blipped the world. Now you find yourself in a strange city where everything seems just a tiny bit darker. And Clint is there to protect you, or is he?
Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, darker story, you’ve been warned, mentions of blood, death, violence, kidnapping, mentions of rape, brief non-con turning into dub-con, turning into con-con, smut (MUST BE 18+ TO READ THIS STORY)
Word Count: 2688
A/N: This story has been requested by a nonnie some time ago, apologies for taking so long. It’s also my first dark-ish story, so be gentle with me. Let me know what I can do better next time, or what was your favourite part, please.
Full request here: Would you be willing to write a dark Clint (doesn't have to be, it's just so rarely seen) x reader soulmate au? It's the end of the world, Clint’s gone rogue after losing his family. Stumbles upon his soulmate by accident, doesn't want to let her go. Thank you.
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Walking down the street in Tokyo, you try to walk as fast as possible. Ever since Thanos snapped his fingers, the world turned into a dark place. Too many times did it happen to you that somebody jumped at you from behind a corner, demanding whatever you were carrying with you. Lucky for you, your dad made you undergo a self-defence course a long time ago, and it suddenly proved useful. Not to mention, you were an unmated Omega. All the Alphas of this new world and even some Betas seemed to only care about one thing, you pussy, and you were adamant on protecting what was left of your dignity.
Overall, you didn’t feel safe walking around the city. Truth be told, you weren’t even feeling that safe in your own tiny apartment. You had to run away from American because too many places reminded you of all those you’ve lost. You didn’t want to dwell on the past, and so one day, you just packed the essentials and flew to Japan, trying to start a new life.
You did find some new friends, but nothing too close. Everyone was a bit too reserved after all that happened, trying not to get too attached to anybody. You only talked to Omegas nowadays, and they were all too scared for your taste. You weren’t surprised, but you missed talking to the variety of people the old world offered.
You gripped your purse a little tighter as you thought about all the dangers that could await you till you got back home when suddenly you heard voices from behind you. You didn’t even have to look to know they were two Alphas, and from all the smells you could tell they were drunk. You speeded up, hugging your body closer and praying that they wouldn’t follow you.
But it wouldn’t be your life if it didn’t throw all the shit your way. You could hear them talking about an Omega pussy before they started yelling insults at you. When you looked behind yourself, you could see they were getting closer by every passing second, and you started running.
This was no longer fun. They were two adult Alphas, and your self-defence classes would be completely useless with them. You thought you got rid of them because you couldn’t hear them any longer, but the second you started to calm down, you could feel a hand on your shoulder.
You shrieked and tried to get away from the person’s grip, but he wouldn’t budge.
“What do we have here, huh? I bet you’re gonna be real tight for my knot, aren’t ya, sweetheart?” The man growled into your ear, while his buddy came closer, gripping your other shoulder. They were goth disgusting and reeked even worse.
This was it, you thought, and you closed your eyes, waiting for the inevitable when you felt the men pushing down your blouse. You didn’t have any more fight in you. The whole year, you tried to fight, tried to push through whatever happened to you, but this was the last straw.
Just when you felt your consciousness drifting away to your happy place, you felt something wet and weird on your face, and then you heard two huge thuds. Nobody was touching you anymore, and when you opened your eyes to see what the hell was happening, you could see the two Alphas dead on the ground, their throats slit.
And when you touched your cheek, you could see evening the dim light from the street that the wet thing was their blood. You would’ve been sick if you relief didn’t wash over you. You took a deep breath, and then it hit you.
Somebody must have killed them. Somebody who was most possibly still somewhere there. You took another whiff to discern whether the person was Alpha or not, and to your utter surprise, his scent didn’t make you wanna die. It was actually pretty sweet, but like musky sweet with undertones of wood. You were getting lost in his scent, that you were sure of.
When he finally stepped out of the shadows, you weren’t much wiser, because he was wearing a mask over his face. His hand was still gripping the machete or whatever the big knife was that sliced the guys’ throats. There was a big part of you that told you to be afraid of this stranger Alpha, but a voice in your head told you he wouldn’t hurt you.
The voice shut up pretty quickly when the man gripped you by your throat and squeezed harshly. You gasped for air as your hand flew to his bicep, trying to get his attention. Even through the mask, you could see his eyes staring at you bare neck. Where seconds ago you were willing to stop fighting, the adrenaline in your veins kicked in, and you wanted to live. And live as an unmated Omega, no matter how sweet this stranger’s scent was.
“Name,” the man spit out through the mask, and you had a hard time making out what he actually said, but when you did, you quickly said him your name. You heard that the more rapists or murderers knew about you, the less likely they were to actually hurt you. You didn’t know if it was true or not, but it didn’t matter.
“My name is Y/N. I’m 28 years old, I’ve lived in Tokyo for the last 6 months, I’ve got friends here, I’ve got a job here. Please, please don’t kill me, mister,” you wheezed, your voice taking to toll of all the choking.
“Any boyfriend that I should take care of?” He asked harshly, and you blinked again. Why did he need to know about a possible boyfriend of yours if he was about to kill you?
“No, I’m single,” you whispered and looked down at your feet. You could feel his grip on your throat loosening, but he was still holding you, making sure you couldn’t run away from him.
“Good, now you’re mine, Omega. Let’s go,” he said, and before you knew it, he was throwing you over his shoulder and sprinting away from the now crime scene. You tried to punch his broad back, but it did nothing to stop him.
When he finally did stop, it was in a dark building, but that wasn’t surprising. All the buildings were now dark and scary. He ascended the stairs with you on his back as if you weighed nothing.
He put you down ungentlemanly because he let you fall like a sack of potatoes. You gasped as you scrambled to all fours and tried to find your footing again. But before you could do it, he was on you once again.
He pushed you back down to the ground and tore your blouse away, harshly sniffling at your exposed neck. Weird sounds were coming out of his throat, something between purring and growling. You felt him licking up and down your neck before he sucked a hickey where your Alpha’s mark would be.
Despite the situation being the furthest from comfortable or consensual, the Omega in you didn’t seem to care. You could feel slick coating your panties, and you were sure he would soon smell the pheromones emitted from your body.
“Why are you doing this?” you screeched as you felt him kneading your breasts, still harshly sniffling the side of your neck where your scent glands were most prominent.
“Because you’re mine! Can’t you tell that I’m yours as well?” he mumbled against your neck, continuing his attack on your neck and chest.
You could feel your bra slipping away from your breasts, and you gasped loudly.
“Why does it have to be this way then, Alpha? Can’t you take it at least a bit slower?” You cried out as he latched himself on your right nipple, sucking like a man starved. He ceased his moment the second you stopped talking and looked into your eyes.
You could finally see his whole face because somewhere along the attack, he lost the mask he was wearing. You expected a lot, but you didn’t fathom he would look so handsome. He was, most objectively, one of the sexiest men you’ve ever met, his cheekbones and jaw so sharp that you had the feeling you’d cut yourself were you to caress him there.
His eyes bore into yours, and you reluctantly raised your hand and slowly touched the side of his face. He was still highly alerted, watching your every movement like a hawk watching its prey, but you suddenly didn’t mind. There was something in his eyes that told you there was more to him than just the facade he let everyone see.
You raised on your elbow, continuing to stare at him while you explored his face. There were wrinkles around his eyes, so you knew he wasn’t the youngest of Alphas, but you didn’t mind one bit.
Once you both calmed down, you could finally smell his scent properly, and that’s when it hit you that he was right all along. He was your mate, you could tell by the growing need in your lower belly and the way your skin tingled where you were touching the side of his neck.
He understood what you wanted from him without you having to say anything, because he suddenly rose and let you sit up as well, allowing you to scent him properly. You were right the first time, he really smelled like something sweet, which you know discerned as chocolate, while the wood you now realised was sandalwood. The perfect combination, you thought to yourself as you gently stuck out your tongue to taste him.
A growl sounded from his chest, and you quickly pulled away from him, realising the situation you found yourself in.
“Don’t stop, Omega. It’s just that I haven’t felt so good in a long time, didn’t let myself enjoy the little things,” the Alpha said with a side, and without thinking, you nuzzled his cheek with yours.
The action surprised both of you, but before you could regret it, you felt his arms snaking around your waist, bringing you closer to him so that you were sitting in his lap on the ground.
“My name is Clint, by the way. And I’m awfully sorry, ‘Mega, In this world, I’m used to taking what I want, and didn’t realise I might be hurting you,” he whispered.
You looked up at him, seeing the sadness in his eyes that felt like a mirror to your own soul. You were too broken people who were so lucky as to find their true mates. You weren’t about to give that up, even if it was just for tonight.
You leaned into him and kissed his lips sweetly and gently, not wanting to spook him or awaken the beast you knew was hiding there just yet. He seemed shocked by your actions, but when you wiggled your hips, trying to get “comfortable” he seemed to have awoken.
While his right arm was still around your waist, his left travelled up your spine to get tangled in your hair, pulling it from the roots ever so slightly, making your moan into his mouth. He took it as an opportunity to devour your mouth, licking into it and exploring it with his tongue, leaving you a breathless mess.
By the time you were both naked, you were panting as if you ran a marathon and slick was now running down your legs like a bitch in heat. You needed to feel your Alpha, and from the looks of it, he needed to feel his Omega just as bad. His cock was standing proudly against his stomach, the ring of his knot dark purple, calling out to you.
You marvelled at the look of him, licking your lips absent-mindedly before Clint caught your attention by speaking out.
“If you wanna have a taste, I’m not gonna stop you, Omega,” he husked out, and it was all the invitation you needed.
You dropped to your knees and crawled to him before you were comfortably kneeling in front of him. Without further speaking, you grabbed his cock with your spit-coated hand and pumped him a few times, to get him all nice and wet. Before he could tell you what to do, you took him in your mouth almost to the hilt, choking slightly but not caring. It was too long since you tasted an Alpha and you needed it.
Clint groaned from above, gripping the chair behind him for leverage, his knuckles turning white from the pressure. Your Omega was giddy from the power over this tall and manly Alpha, and you started sucking like he was your favourite lollipop.
Every time you took him deep into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat, making you gag slightly, which only resulted in his cock twitching in your mouth. Before he could blow his load into your mouth, he pulled out and pulled you up by your elbow, licking the side of your neck before he kissed you passionately.
He then threw you back, and for a second, you were scared he was pushing you on the ground before your back hit the soft mattress. Clint chuckled seeing your scared face and climbed on top of you to nuzzle your cheek while playing with your soaked folds.
“I will never let you go, Omega, and I will never hurt you again. I’m sorry for my behaviour earlier, and I want you to give me a chance to redeem myself,” Clint mumbled against your lips, and your only answer was spreading your legs wide, while your hand pushed on his backside to make him slide his cock up and down your folds.
“You sure about this, Y/N? I can wait as long as you want. I want you to feel comfortable with me,” Clint said with a smile, and you swooned over his sudden change of behaviour.
“I’m fine, and I’ll be better with your knot wedged deeply inside me.”
“Your wish is my command,” Clint growled, and before you knew it, he was sheeted in you to the hilt. You felt slight discomfort, but Clint waited long enough for the painful stretch to turn into pleasure. You moaned when you felt him twitch inside you, and he took it as his cue to finally move.
You could feel the tip of his cock nudge at your cervix with every stroke, and you couldn’t contain just how much you enjoy it. You’ve never taken a larger Alpha than Clint, and you knew that he successfully ruined you for everyone who would potentially come after him. Although you hoped that there would never be anybody else.
You writhed and moaned loudly, not caring if anyone heard you. You actually hoped people would hear you so that they knew just how good your Alpha was.
Clint could tell you were nearing your high by the way your moaned turned slowly into screams and how your walls squeezed him tighter and tighter.
When you were almost there, he suddenly grabbed your head and pushed it to the side, revealing your neck and biting deep inside your scent glands.
Everything around you stilled, and you felt ecstasy licking at you from the tips of your toes, slowly travelling upwards until it reached your belly, where it burst.
You released a high-pitched moan, just as Clint stilled deep inside you, filling you to the brim with his seed. Not that he necessarily thought about the consequences, he just needed to come inside you. The Alpha in him insisted.
When everything inside both you calmed down and you were comfortably laid on Clint’s chest, he buried his face in your hair, and mumbled,
“I’m going to protect you from this crazy world, Omega, you’ve got my word.”
You just hummed, too tired to say anything else, and closed your eyes, feeling safe for the first time since Thanos snapped his fingers. You just hoped it would stay this way.
Guys, the world is a bit shit at the moment. There’s no perfect time to lose yourself in some fantastic fan fiction as we proudly present our April Author of the Month...
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Our girl Jen is bright, vivacious, funny, fun and loves Bucky Barnes. I mean, who doesn’t?
Not only talented, Jen is also SUPER supportive of our community, constantly reblogging fics and cheering on authors from the side.
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This one is dedicated to @jeremyrennerfanxxxx123 one of my dearest friends. Hope to post it tonight or tomorrow. 💖💕💖 Dark Clint...
“He’s up front,” Helen told you over the bakery case you were filling with fresh Christmas cupcakes, concern edging her expression.
You glanced up at the shop owner and nodded. You knew exactly which he she was talking about.
“I’ll head up there,” you told her.
It had been almost four months since the last time he came in. And you couldn’t say how you felt about that. Part of you had hoped that he wouldn’t come back.
Another part of you was fascinated with him. You knew you probably shouldn’t be because he scared you.
But you were.
You made your way from behind the shop’s bakery counter to head to the front. Fantastique was Helen’s dream, a shop where she sold beauty products, toys and clothes for babies and small children. There were books, jewelry, and novelties available for sale from all over the world because she traveled a lot. The bakery served designer cupcakes, cold bottles of Faygo in all different flavors, and ice cream from a huge case. You also served simple food items. Hot dogs, nachos, and simple cold wraps.
Fantastique was a wholesome, charming shop and you were lucky to work there. Lucky to rent an apartment above the shop in the small, seaside village. Yeah, Helen asked that you wear nice dresses for work and liked for you to tie ribbons or flowers in your hair too. But you had a good life. You were happy.
There he was waiting at the front register. He stood out like a shark in a sunny goldfish pond. He wore a long black coat with dark jeans, a black sweater. He wore a mohawk, the dark gold of his hair a longer sweep from the top of his head, giving him an edgy look.
He was an attractive man with bright blue eyes, strong features, and a jaw for days. You would have said he was classically handsome, but he always had a five o’clock shadow. It gave him a decidedly dangerous vibe.
Whoever he was, he hadn’t told you his name. He always seemed so fascinated with all the items in the shop. At odd moments, when he thought no one was looking, he looked… sad, lost.
And you would know because you were the only one he’d allow to serve him in the store. If he had to wait for an hour – and he had before when the local girl scout troop came in for celebratory ice cream during one of his visits – he would.
Dashing around him to reach the front counter, you smiled up at him. It had been busy because it was Christmas Eve but there was a nice lull at the moment.
“Hi there,” you greeted. “What can I do for you today?”
The tense expression he wore relaxed at that and the slightest smile formed on his lips.
“Hi there,” he replied. “I’ll take my usual.”
You motioned for him to follow you. It was the routine. He followed you back to the bakery and took a seat in the corner at one of the small round tables. You made him two hot dogs – one with ketchup and one with mayonnaise – and served them with an orange Faygo.
Once you brought everything out to him, he gazed up at you and thanked you, always using your name.
Something about the way he looked at you. The way he’d watch you closely the entire time he was there. Sure, it was attention from an attractive man. What single woman didn’t enjoy that?
It was the shadows behind those amazing blue eyes that made you pause. They made you afraid you’d get lost in them if you looked too closely into his eyes.
“You’ve never told me your name,” the words were out of your mouth before your brain could catch up as you brought his order out to him.
What are you doing? He already makes you nervous. Do you really want to be on a first-name basis with him?
He studied you for a moment like he was debating with himself to answer you, and then finally said, “Clint.”
You smiled. You needed to get back to work. “Enjoy, Clint.”
