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Clint
Clint held a quiet rage to him, almost vibrating with anger as he watched the TV in their hotel room. Some fool, some unnamed alpha was wearing his old suit and gallivanting about, giving his old alias a bad name. Aside from that fact, which was in itself making him want to rip someone apart, he was also remembering a time where he was Ronin. Where he did quite literally rip someone…multiple someone’s apart due to losing his family.
And now, he had his family back, they were in the hotel with him, watching the news, not knowing that it was him, that Ronin used to be him. And the fact that they were talking not so subtly about his acts did not quell the feelings swelling up inside of him.
Clint had to do something and it had to be after the children went to bed. They couldn’t have an inkling about what he was about to do. They could not know that he meant to beat the shit out of the alpha who had dared to put his suit on. Whoever they were, they would rue the day they ever laid eyes on the thing.
And then he was going to burn it and bury himself to the hilt in some Omega whore. Or the other way around. Either way he was going to be doing those two things and it would have to be tonight.
They were going home for Christmas and he could not jeopardise that.
Clint put on a strained smile as the kids stayed up late watching TV. He was there laughing along at all the right moments, but he wasn’t really there. In his mind he was planning his ambush and preparing for any scenario, mentally adding up how to go about catching his quarry.
Fists or bow and arrow were the choices he kept flitting between. The bow and arrow would be quick and painless yet he would not be able to feel the satisfaction of hitting them himself. And who was he to deny himself the pleasure of spanking the bastard as soon as stole the suit back from him. It was well within his right to and he would regret not being able to at least somewhat let out all the emotions the Ronin suit was bringing back to him. He would pull their trousers down wherever they stood and spank them there, in front of everyone, consequences and news stories coming out of it be damned. And he would enjoy it. Very much so.
However, if he just took his bow he could take them out silently, and he would be back on time for their flights, hell he’d probably be back before anyone noticed he’d left the hotel. A choice which would allow him more time with his family but less time extracting vengeance.
Choices, choices.
Clint sat there, for the two hours of the film they were watching, imagining all the ways in which the night would go.
Never once in all of his planning did he ever even consider that the perpetrator would be a female or a female omega to boot.
Dr Strange would cuss at him for it if he ever found out.
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Kate
Decisions, decisions.
Her mind was going haywire as she crouched, half hidden behind some vintages which were probably more than twice her age. Damn it, she really should not be thinking about trying to snuffle one of those into her fake waiter uniform to drink later, when she inevitably spent the night in her apartment alone.
“Kate. Now’s not the time,” she chided herself, mind snapping back to the carnage and chaos happening all around her. Whoever the people were who came through the wall, after it had blown in, smoke billowing everywhere, they were attacking people left right and center and she’d face the same fate. The echoes of slaps were happening around the room as people caught their prey, spanking was a pretty common occurrence and happened at least twice per party her mother invited her to. But this was taking the pizza. It really was.
If any one of them caught her, no matter on which side, the same would happen to her or worse, should her suppressants wear off…
Right now. The fact that she was on them was helping her hide. But if she wanted to do anything but hide. The suit was right there, hers for the taking, for the grand price of nothing.
Who needed an auction when it was just left unguarded for her, it was like an invitation. Once which Kate gladly took. She leapt up from her hiding place and raced towards the suit when it looked like no one would spot her and she managed to get her hands onto it and back behind another set of shelved wine before anyone noticed.
And then she makes an irreversible decision, one which would affect her life.
Kate dons the suit. Instilling in herself a whole ass bunch of confidence. So much confidence that she forgets that she is an omega.
In that moment she is the alpha and nothing can stop her, not even the other alphas in the room and then she joins the fray, fighting them all, saving people who weren’t fighting, but most of all saving herself.
She managed to make it out of the building relatively unscathed. The others hadn’t realised what a force she was and had not ganged up on her.
But now they were shouting, mobilising against her. And there were way more of them, truck loads full arriving on the scene.
So Kate did all she could do and she kept on running. Fighting was doing her no good, there were just too many of them. All her lessons in the martial arts and all the confidence the suit was giving her were no match against many, many, many foes.
And their scents. Their scents were beginning to overwhelm her senses. One of them stood out to her, musky and all male and it was clouding her damn judgment when all she wanted to do was roll over in the scent. On her first whiff of it it damn near made her knees buckle as her mind screamed ‘mine’ at her.
And that could not and would not happen.
Running was the only option.
Or rather that would have been the plan, had it not been for a dog. Whom she’d had to save. She couldn’t just let them be run over, but it came at the expense of many guys in tracksuits with guns and melee weapons surrounding her.
And then, they were enclosing in on her. She threw out as many jabs and kicks as she could, sliding over cars to get out of the way, but she couldn’t hold them off, and then she tried the door handle of a car, if only to get into the meager safety it offered for a moment.
It didn’t unlock the car and then she felt herself being pushed over onto the ground, an unmistakable growl accompanying the shove and that goddamn delicious scent washed over her and she could do nothing but lay there as she basked in it.
The sound of a fight around her was only vaguely registering as she lost all control of herself.
Kate was ashamed to say it took her a little while to come back to herself, so much time had gone by that there were only two guys standing, one in front of her, back to her, and one tracksuit looking in her direction.
The one with his back to her had on a backpack and his hood pulled up, like he was trying to go incognito. Perhaps hiding behind it gave him confidence like the suit had her.
“That bitch is an omega. Dayum. She fights like an alpha. Unmated it smells like-”
“She’s mine,” the man, not the tracksuit said and Kate knew that those words were the truth and that he was her mate. She could feel it on a molecular level. Every part of her wanted to be surrounded by him and she needed him and…oh gods…she was Kate freaking Bishop and she needed no one. Least of all not an alpha.
Kate raised herself to standing, using the car as an aid, though she would swear down she was only leaning all of her weight on it, not that her legs had turned to jelly. And then she was holding onto the car door to avoid plastering herself to a complete and total stranger's back.
All it took was for the tracksuit to take one step forward and then her mate took swift action, hefting the tracksuit over the front of the car bonnet and then their eyes met.
And Kate deadass fainted, for the person in front of her, the person who was her mate was the one and only Hawkeye.
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Clint
Once Clint was sure the kids were sleeping he donned his hooded sweatshirt, popped on his backpack and placed his bow into his front pocket, for easy access.
He still had not decided what he was going to do with the person who stole his suit and was now parading about in it, giving him…Ronin…a bad name.
The law stated that he could spank someone up to twenty times for stealing from him, furthermore, the law also stated that he could spank someone fifty times if they impersonated him.
Whether he chose to rough them up that much or even more was up to his discretion as no one knew who he was and no one knew who the mysterious Ronin was and no one would know that Clint was going to catch him.
Hell. Clint could get away with murder and had done so in the past. It wasn’t quite his style any more, only when there was no other option he would consider doing it. However, thinking about doing it and actually doing it were two separate things. Fantasising about killing someone, now that he could do and had done very vividly since seeing the news broadcast.
Imagine Clint’s surprise when he turns up, hot on the trail of the fake Ronin, there’s a whole swarm, or gaggle or murder of tracksuit guys. He didn’t quite know what collective noun to call them. Maybe the chavs. Though that wasn’t what surprised him, it was the fact that the suit was fighting against them, despite them clearly being out matched. It wasn’t even that which shocked him as he’d wronged the tracksuit mafia on so many levels as Ronin.
What surprised him the most was that his instincts smelt an omega. His omega. And in that instant all his plans about torture, obtaining information and about spanking vanished…well not so much the spanking. He’d enjoy spanking her, thoroughly so, more so than had it been anyone else there. And he could already imagine the size of his knot when he rutted into her, the spanking making her juices flow so she’d take it with ease.
He went feral with the need to protect, doling out punches and kicks and jabs which were on the stronger and more wild side as he sought to protect his mate. His reward would be to pound in and out of her, the sound of her mewling making him come undone.
Clint hadn’t fully gotten a look at his mate, despite being fully hidden by the suit, all he’d done was push her to the ground, to save her from being stabbed by one of the tracksuits, whom he quickly disabled. He could sense her, her scent and essence was surrounding him, making him become more and more feral as his alpha body screamed at him, ‘protect’, ‘mine’, ‘mate’.
His cock was straining inside his jeans and his thoughts were not in the fight at all, in his mind he was already inside of her, surrounding her and being one with her. Clint relied on all his years worth of fighting and training to see him through. Dodging this way and that, never once allowing just one of the tracksuit guys to get to his mate.
And then before he knew it the fight was over and he could finally look upon her. Well, look at her in his suit as she was still hidden beneath it.
His mate crumpled to the ground, “Are you alright?”
There was no answer so he pulled the hood down and looked onto her beautiful face for the first time.
He cursed himself for all of his previous thoughts. He would try to stave off his mating urges.
She was younger than expected.
Young enough to be his daughter.
The sound of groans from multiple tracksuit guys made Clint make the decision to throw her over his shoulder, making away from the crime scene, his hand guiltily grazing the underside of one of her ass cheeks as he did so, feeling the territory he was about to turn various shades of red.
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Kate
Kate comes to, in an odd position, laying mostly on her stomach, her cheek laying flat against something soft and comfortable, and her ass slightly raised in the air on something not quite as comfy.
She inhales deeply and everything comes back to her all at once. Taking the suit. Battling the bad guys. Losing terribly. Smelling her alpha. Seeing the freaking Hawkeye.
It takes her a moment but then it all connects.
“My alpha is hawkeye!” Kate exclaimed, pushing herself up with her arms, allowing her a glimpse of the hotel room and the view of Hawkeye from the corner of her eye, only for a hand to press between her shoulder blades guiding her back down to the bed.
Kate struggled for only a second, her legs and but moving against the non-bed surface. More a natural response than anything else, before another hand gently touched her leg, and a voice spoke, “Yes. You’re alpha is the Hawkeye.” It was said with some what of an odd tone. “You can call me Clint. And you are receiving your punishment which I am allowed to give you by law. ” He voice seemed to take on a slightly more gleeful tone and Kate could tell he was going to enjoy doling out the punishment.
She was lying in Clint’s lap, Kate could feel his excitement already. And now that she knew that she relaxed fully, not the hands were pressing her down with any force, in fact the one at her shoulder blades was caressing her and the one that touched her leg was caressing a path upwards.
“Clint. I don’t want to sound ungrateful…” Truly she wasn’t, not in the slightest. Clint had saved her after all. And all she wanted was for his hand to reach her ass. But she wanted to know why she was across his lap. Of course, she knew why. It was one of the most, if not the most common spanking positions. By law, the person doing the spanking had to divulge what it was for if asked. “What did I do to you, Clint?”
At the use of his name, Kate felt a twitch underneath her and gods, how she wanted him. She’d wanted him before she’d even known he was her alpha. Hells, she’d had a crush on him ever since she first saw him.
“What haven’t you done to me?” Clint asked lowly. But then, “You stole from me. You impersonated me…I don’t even know your name.” His hand had traveled up to the top of her leg, just underneath her ass and oh gods how she wanted him to go a little higher, or a little to the side.
“Kate. Kate Bishop,” She said breathlessly, as she tried to wriggle to make his hand go where she wanted it.
“Kate, you stole from me and you impersonated me. Do you accept your punishment?” Kate found it difficult to think about when she’d impersonated him and when she’d stolen from him. She’d done neither thing. Clint was careful not to touch her ass yet, nor to be physically restraining her. She could tell that she could get up if she wanted to and when she pushed up with her arms she turned to look him in the face.
He was staring at her, his hand slid from her back to the bed beside him.
They were not in public. If she said no, he had a feeling that he would remove hands from her and would stop. If she denied she’d done those things, he wouldn’t spank her. She hadn’t done those things, but she wanted him to spank her. She was already getting excited just thinking about it and so was he. The hardness of his length underneath her is a testament to that fact.
Kate went back down to her submissive position and waggled her but, “I do.”
No sooner had the words come out of her mouth was the first slap on her clothed ass. It was followed by several more, gentler than expected hits. Not at all like the punishments she’d seen happening in the street. Clint was not using his full strength, she knew that for certain and her vagina walls started to clench and unclench with every hit. If only she wasn’t wearing this godforsaken suit. She wanted to feel Clint’s hands on her. His other hand was gripping her with more force as he rained down strikes on her ass, each one in a slightly different location than the last. Kate couldn’t help but try and move up to meet his hand at every blow.
She was close, just a few more and she’d come undone from his hands alone. They weren’t even freaking inside of her yet, and yet she felt herself leaking into her panties.
And then he suddenly stopped and Kate let out a wanton moan, wriggling her ass in the air, trying to seek his hand. When it became clear she wasn’t going to find it she ground down on his hard length, finding no resistance from him as she chased her own orgasm.
She was only vaguely aware of his grunts as she felt her inner walls contracting and she rode out her orgasm on his hard length.
“This is supposed to be a punishment,” Clint said, through ragged breaths as it was taking everything in him not to turn Kate onto the bed and mount her from behind. It was all he had been thinking about ever since he saw her. And the spanking was more of a punishment for him than her as she was clearly enjoying every second of it.
Kate turned to look at Clint once more and said bravely, “You’re enjoying it too.” Alluding to his hard cock, which now that she’s looking at it, there’s a darker, wet patch on her jeans. Oh gods, her juices had gone through her suit and onto his jeans. “I want more and I know you do to.” Kate becomes even braver, divesting herself of the suit, so that she’s only in her panties and bra, and moves from the end of the bed to the middle, placing two pillows under her stomach, ready for when her arms would inevitably give out, as she got into mating position, once again showing her ass to him.
“I’m old enough to be your father,” Clint said from behind her back but Kate heard him unbuckle his jeans and felt the bed dip as he moved into position behind her. She turned her head and saw his cock jutting up, red and angry, already weeping at the tip and she was more than willing for it to be shoved into her over and over. He was safe. His scent enveloped her so she faced the front again.
Soon he’d be inside of her and that was all that mattered. Kate wanted to be mounted and mounted hard. Except nothing happened, just the slightest of touches to her hips when she expected him to grab her and rut into her with abandon. They were both more than eager for it.
It seemed like his only reservations was that he was older than her so Kate did something even bolder, this was probably the boldest she’d ever been and that was saying something, Kate pulled her knickers roughly to the side, exposing her slick, oozing vagina, some of her essense running down her thighs as the material moved out of its way, “Punish me, Daddy. I’m rea-”
Her words abruptly cut off as the light touches on her hips turned powerful, pulling her backwards onto him, impaling her onto his length all at once, their combined slick making it virtually painless. He was large though and was stretching her out, making her feel fuller than ever before and before Kate could get used to it he was moving again at full force. Clint was no longer holding anything back, no longer denying himself what they both wanted. He did not wait for her to adjust and Kate found herself moving full bodily as his grip on her hips pulled her back onto himself to meet every one of his harsh thrusts. Her body was on fire in the most delicious of ways and it was dragged up and down the pillow and bed and oh gods she was going to come again.
“Can I knot you, Kate?” Kate was surprised he’d had the presence of mind to ask, due to how wildly and animalistically he was rutting into her. Her body was for his pleasure.
“Yes, Daddy. Knot me, Daddy,” Kate had cottoned onto the truth. The word Daddy spurred him on. Turned him on and she was going to milk it for all it was worth. Just like her vagina was milking his cock for all it was worth and she heard him growl, his whole body weight laying on top of her as he grew inside of her, stretching her insides and Kate felt another orgasm crash over her before he even grew to full size.
She was coming down from her pleasure and he was still growing, still filling her, making her inside walls pulse around him, “Gods. How large are you?”
“Larger than any one you’ve had before and the largest you’ll ever have,” Clint whisper growled in her ear. He then gently kissed her neck, “You’ll fit all of me, don’t you worry.”
And she did. His knot filled her up so completely and Clint became softer, slowly linking his hand in hers from his position above her, he brought it down her stomach, guiding it to him. He shallowly thrust, as far as his knot would allow, allowing her to feel him through her body, and as Clint rubbed her hand up and down it she felt her walls clenching again, feeling let another orgasm take hold of her.
This one was so powerful she blacked out for a second and when she came too, Clint was still inside of her, still filling her, still showing on her stomach.
“How long are you going to hold out?” Kate whined, she wanted his seed inside of her, wanted to feel that desperately. Clint had swelled within her but had not yet released.
“Forever. I am content to just be inside you. This is your punishment. Considering that the other punishment didn’t work.”
Damn it, Kate thought. Clint had a lot more control than before and she wanted more.
“Is that what you want, Daddy? Or do you want to breed me, Daddy?”
And those words were enough for Clint to finish, his hold became less soft, one of his hands squeezing her neck gently as he rode out his feelings of pleasure, spurting inside of her and Kate felt another wave of pleasure roll over her too. She was so beyond full.
She could do nothing but lay underneath Clint, who had now stopped being able to support himself and was fully laying his front across her back, squishing her onto the pillows and the bed.
She craned her head and took his lips and they kissed each other for all it was worth before Clint rolled himself and her backwards to be in a comfier position while he remained knotted inside of her.
“Are you okay?” Clint asked her as he played with her hair. “I may have lost some control of myself.”
“I’m okay. More than okay. When can we do that again?” Kate had never felt so deeply relaxed in her life.
“As soon as my knot goes back to normal I will be able to rut you again-”
Kate cut off his train of thought as she was absolutely sore on the inside and was not sure she could take much more simulation if any at the moment. “How about tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow,” Clint agreed, tracing patterns into Kate’s skin with his fingers.