Clint Barton X Reader Novels & Stories

“I can suppress Clint and stay in our bed the whole day and night. Something happened the day I did not return for our picnic. I can’t explain it. I am going to let you read my mind, but I want you to continue reading until the very end.” She frowns at me but complies when I sit on the bed pull her to sit on my lap. Her whole-body tenses before she rushes to the bathroom and close the door behind her. Damn it! I should have held her tight. She ignores me when I knock at the door. “Xena. I know how hard it is for you to see Clint like that with her, but I need you to…” “You need me to what, Xael? See you all cozy and lovey-dovey with your mate?”

She was draining the last of his patience. And Now, she was his wife, she had done such a thing to dishonor him! "Sir, here are the remaining documents," Barton said quietly before closing the door and leaving. Meanwhile, Chloe, who had been lying in bed, was startled awake by the loud crash from the study. Her heart pounded in her chest, the sound echoing in the stillness of the house. Straining her ears, she listened closely but heard no more sounds from downstairs. Eventually, she drifted off into a fitful sleep, unaware of the storm brewing in Lionel's mind..

He answered without taking his eyes off his books. I sat on the seat beside him. I opened my books and started reading Bram Stoker’s Dracula. It was one of the old books that almost buried him alive last time. I read the classic copies, it was from the 1960s, and started to get lost in the readings while trying to forget the heavy pounding my heart was making when I realized that Clayton was less than a meter away. Well, to be frank, he didn’t even look at me at all, even just a glance. It was me who had this over-nervousness when it comes to everything Clay-related. Every rumor I heard was right, he’s never been easy to approach. Then I read the book for another 15 minutes before I suddenly

“ he teased giving me an innocent gaze. I giggled and my cheeks painted with redness. “ Are you coming or not? Or should I invite Bredon for a run?” I taunted in return taking steps back and I received a dangerous growl from Clayton. “ No! Over my dead body!” I chuckled running towards the woods. My animal part was absolutely triumphant to hear the possessiveness of his voice. His voice was husky and I couldn’t think of a better way to start my weekend. **** **** ||Clayton|| I watched Claire jog behind the tree. A few minutes later, I heard snapping and popping of her bones as she shifted, then silence.

Barbara exclaimed as she pulled Clayton away from there. “W-WHAT are you thinking?” Barbara asked Clayton when they finally arrived at the condo unit that her brother gave her. “Clay, speak up! D-don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind?” Clayton remained silent. She angrily hits him on the chest. “Y-you promised me that we’d be together for the rest of our lives!” At that time, she seemed to feel differently about him being quiet. She didn’t want whatever was going through his mind right now.

Would it always be like that? "I can have the painters here tomorrow to start on the front rooms," Ben said, glancing up at Clint from his notes. "Are you even paying attention to me?" Ben dropped his arm to his side, the clipboard dangling from his fingers. "I can think of several other things I'd rather be doing with my lunch than reading notes off to myself." Clint sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry, it's just that—" A car door slammed, followed by Clint's name being called out, turning his words into a groan. How the hell did she find me here?

She felt a definite bulge pressed against her firm ass. With one hand resting on Sharon’s hip Clint took a long swallow from his new beer. He then put it back on the table and rested his cold hand back on Sharon’s other hip. The lovely older woman wasn’t quite sure how to act as she perched unnervingly on the eighteen years old lap.

“I’m sure there’s more than that. You know that I’ll get rid of your brother in a rage. By then, you’ll take over your brother’s power and still be able to be with Eric. That’s killing two birds with one stone, right?” Angie’s body shook fiercely. She felt a chill down her spine. She bit her lower lip and slowly raised her head. Clayton, who stood in front of her, looked like a handsome gentleman without a hint of killing intent. His appearance was completely different from his heart. How could he read people’s minds so easily? Clayton already guessed whatever she did not tell him. She could not hide anything from him. Clayton’s contemptuous eyes glared at Angie.

Xavier and Serena simultaneously turned to look. Clint stood in the doorway, dressed in a black suit, staring with a stern expression at their still-clasped hands. Serena instinctively pulled her hand back, but Xavier held it tightly. Turning around, he put on a casual smile, saying nonchalantly, "Oh, what strange wind has brought Mr. Beckett here?!" Clint pressed his lips together, his eyes fixed on Serena’s face. He didn’t respond to Xavier’s words, but instead stepped closer, asking as he approached, "Do you feel unwell anywhere?!"

He assured as the bartender glared at him and kept glaring till Trevor sat at the other end of the room. “You good?” He asked. “Yeah. Thanks.” I assured with a sigh, downing the second shot. “A tequila kind of night, Xenia? I thought I had a bad night.” A voice I know and unlike Trevor’s sent the good kind of shivers down my spine greeted from behind me. The bartender arched a brow watching to be sure this wouldn’t be round two of douchey guys. What is Clay doing here? Isn’t he supposed to be having a threesome with two skanks somewhere? I sighed and shook my head at the bartender, so he knew it was okay.