If I upload anything it will probably be oneshots and drabbles, because I have little time for more than that
Clint rolled onto his side, fuzzy with exhaustion and aching everywhere. He felt incredible and terrible all at once. He could see the dark hair in his mind and fingers closing around his wrists and leaving bruises. Half in memory and half coherent he looked down to see bite marks lining his arms and torso, the red marks that littered his neck. He recalled pale skin against his own, strong, rough movements, and the sting of a whip. He blinked in a daze. What he really wanted was someone to fall asleep with, someone to hold him and kiss him softly. But he was willing to deal with the lack of gentleness if it meant he was loved. He pulled the blanket up to cover his yellowing bruises and teeth marked arms, falling asleep.