he's sloppy. and loud.

his hands are pushing your thighs open as he places kisses on your swollen clit. tongue dipping into your hole to lick up your juices before spelling his name across your bud.

he has his eyes stuck on you, dark and you can't tell but he's smiling. he moves one hand from your thigh to push two fingers past the restraints of your tight cunt. curling them upwards right into that particular spot— you moan out his name, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your hands hook into his long hair.

he laughs into your pussy, face drenched— "ya like that, baby?" and you feverishly nod. you pull at his hair to rub your cunt over his face, fat pussy lips rubbing against his cheeks and your clit being bumped against his nose.

he lets his body be your pleasure device, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he does so. hump, hump, squelch, squelch.

"mmnn.. i'm g'nna cum.. clint..— " he simply hums, using his two fingers to fuck in and out of you at a rapid pace— good hands and all that . . .

your legs shake around his head, long strands of blonde hair tickling your inner thighs as you lock them around his head. he lets you ride it out, feeling the soft trickle of squirt running down from your clit and onto his open mouth— he almost cums right then and there.

he's winning the pussy eating contest !

Clint Barton/Hawkeye (18th June)

I was looking at blankets the other day(for my dog who I should be getting in a months time) and nearly every thing I found not just blankets had the original six but Clint was always replaced with another character or forgotten all together.

I absolutely love Clint and think he's a drastically underrated character even though he's got his own show,I also think that if he was a faceless character he would of got more recognition.

shield agent reader !!

Heat Of The Moment

Clint Barton x Male Reader

Summary: Clint finds you in the bathroom after a mission from S.H.I.E.L.D didn't go exactly as planned.

A/N: Loving all the requests that are flowing in.

TW: Gay Sex - Public Sex - 18+ - Females DNI

Clint leaned against the cool tile wall opposite you, arms crossed, his gaze unwavering. The silence stretched, thick with unspoken tension and lingering adrenaline. He watched you scrub at your hands, the water turning a faint pink before swirling down the drain. Finally, he pushed off the wall, the movement drawing your attention.

"Desk duty, huh?" he remarked, his voice low, almost a murmur. "Guess they figured that was light punishment for an 'unwanted death'." The air quoted the last two words, a bitter edge to his tone.

You rolled your eyes, a familiar weariness settling over you. Without a word, you reached for the hem of your blood-soaked vest, the fabric stiff and uncomfortable. The buttons of your once pristine white shirt followed, revealing the defined muscles of your chest and abdomen. Clint's eyes followed the movement, a slow smirk spreading across his face.

"Take a picture, Barton," you drawled, tossing the discarded garments onto the floor. "Heard those last longer." Turning back to the mirror, you ran a hand through your hair, still damp from the steam.

You didn't see him move, but suddenly he was there, leaning against the sink beside you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his body. "Still look good, even covered in blood," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you. "Suits you, actually. Makes you look…dangerous."

A chuckle escaped your lips. This was a familiar dance, a ritual played out after every mission that pushed you both to the edge. Clint's way of apologizing, of acknowledging the unspoken bond forged in the heat of battle. It was always physical, a raw, visceral connection that cut through the tension and left you both breathless. And you never objected.

Turning to face him fully, you placed your hands on his hips, the denim of his jeans rough beneath your fingers. You tugged him closer, closing the remaining space between you, and initiated a kiss. It was immediate and fierce, a desperate meeting of mouths. He responded instantly, his hands sliding around your waist, pulling you flush against him. You lifted him onto the edge of the sink, the ceramic cool against the backs of his thighs.

Breaking the kiss, you dropped to your knees, your gaze locking with his. You reached for his belt buckle, the metal cool against your fingertips, and slowly unfastened it. He mirrored your actions, his fingers fumbling with the buttons of his own shirt, discarding it carelessly onto the floor. You tugged his jeans and boxers down around his ankles, revealing his already hardening cock. You took it in your hand, the length surprisingly smooth, and began to stroke, your thumb tracing the sensitive underside. You pressed kisses to his thighs, his hips, the taste of him already intoxicating. He leaned back against the mirror, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his fingers tangling in your hair.

You licked the underside of his shaft, the vein throbbing beneath your tongue. He groaned, his legs tightening around your head, trapping you in his embrace. Slowly, deliberately, you took the tip of his cock into your mouth, the taste sharp and musky. You moved your head up and down, a steady, rhythmic motion, savoring the way he bucked against you. The sound of his moans filled the small space, echoing off the tile walls. It wasn't long before he pulled you away, his grip on your hair firm but not harsh.

You sighed, a frustrated sound, and stood, your own desire now a burning ache. Quickly, you undid your belt, the leather snapping open. You yanked your jeans and boxers down, the fabric pooling around your ankles. Taking a step forward, you positioned yourself between his legs, the hard ridge of your own cock pressing against his thigh. You pulled him into another heated kiss, the urgency between you palpable.

Clint moved his hips slowly, grinding his cock against yours, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through you. His hands roamed your body, tracing the lines of your back, the curve of your shoulders. The air in the small bathroom crackled with unspoken need.

A distant sound, the muffled thud of footsteps approaching the door, snapped you both to attention. You froze, holding your breath, waiting until the sound faded.

"You're taking blame this time if we get caught," you murmured against his neck, your voice husky with arousal. He only nodded, his eyes glazed over, lost in the moment.

The kiss deepened, tongues tangling, moans escaping your lips and his, filling the small space. You gripped his hips, pulling him off the counter just far enough to thrust upwards, stopping halfway to allow him to adjust before sinking all the way in.

It was slow, deliberate, each thrust a calculated exploration. You peppered kisses across his bare chest, hissing softly as his nails dug into your back, a sharp, pleasurable sting.

Clint's legs wrapped tighter around your waist, pulling you closer, your hips grinding against his. "Fuck," he moaned, his voice thick with need. "Harder."

You grunted, your hips snapping upwards to meet his with each thrust, the rhythm building, the tension coiling tighter.

You wrapped your hand around his shaft, jerking him in time with your thrusts, the added stimulation pushing him closer to the edge. Your lips trailed down his chest, leaving a trail of wet hickeys in their wake, before returning to his mouth, the kiss frantic and desperate. Your hips stuttered, his body clenching around you, and you both cried out, your names echoing in the small room as you reached your breaking point. You thrust once more, burying yourself deep inside him as you came, his own climax following hot on your heels.

You pulled out slowly, the slickness of your bodies creating a soft, wet sound. You took a moment to compose yourself, your breath ragged, and helped Clint slide off the counter. You both moved with a practiced efficiency, cleaning up the mess, wiping away any trace of your encounter.

Helping him off the counter, you made sure everything was clean before redressing yourself, the clean clothes feeling strangely alien against your still-heated skin.

Clint leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek, a cheeky grin spreading across his face. "Bet you were a little turned on by the thought of getting caught," he murmured, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

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a/n: my first headcanon-post on here aahhh I'm so excited! I hope you guys enjoyy

word count: 1.2k

warnings: age gap (reader is 24, clint is in his 40s), reader is fem!

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