#black widow x reaer

[thewidowsghost]

“I really, really love you, but I also wanna hit you with a chair!" Nattie x Super Soldier Reader

confusinggemini612 asked:

Hey, I love your work & saw your post about your requests being open so could you please do a Natasha x Super Soldier Reader? Along with the prompt quote "I really, really love you, but I also wanna hit you with a chair" with Nat preferably saying it. Thanks

Natasha Romanoff is in her shared kitchen and is trying to reach something (Y/n) had put away on the top shelf in one of the cabinets. 

(Y/n) walks inside her home and leans against the door frame of the kitchen. The 6'5" woman holds in her laughter, the bags of groceries in her hand. 

She walks into the kitchen, setting the ten-ish bags on the island. 

"Hey there, Tasha?" (Y/n) asks, and Natasha turns, looking at her girlfriend. "You need help?" she asks, reaching up and grabbing exactly what the redhead had been trying to reach effortlessly, and handing it to her girlfriend. 

Natasha grumbles something and (Y/n) chuckles, her (E/c) gaze dancing with amusement. 

"What do you want to do later?" (Y/n) asks, starting a pot of water to boil on the stove. 

"I dunno," Natasha says, and then she leans against (Y/n), her head resting against (Y/n)'s shoulder. (Y/n) snakes an arm around her girlfriend's waist, her muscles flexing as her arm bends. 

"Wanna watch a movie later?" (Y/n) asks.

"That sounds nice," Natasha says, moving as (Y/n) goes to put the groceries away. 

"I'll make sure to leave them down on the lower shelf so you can reach them," (Y/n) says cheekily. 

Natasha groans in exasperation but does wrap her arms around her girlfriend's waist as (Y/n) returns to her place in front of the stove; the redhead resting her cheek against (Y/n)'s back. 

(Y/n) and Natasha get into bed a little after dinner.

Natasha is scrolling through Netflix and (Y/n) snuggles closer to the redhead, letting her head rest in Natasha's lap. 

"You're like a big cat," Natasha comments, letting her fingers brush through (Y/n)'s hair. 

"At least this cat can reach the top shelf in the cabinets," (Y/n) teases and Natasha hits her lightly on the head.

"You're lucky I love you," Natasha grumbles, setting the remote beside her. 

(Y/n) smiles softly as she sits up. She kisses the side of Natasha's head and the redhead leans into (Y/n)'s side, her head resting on (Y/n)'s shoulder. 

"I love you more," (Y/n) murmurs into Natasha's hair as the redhead falls asleep.

The next morning, (Y/n) is walking sleepily into the kitchen. She stumbles over to the stove and pulls out a pan to start breakfast. 

(Y/n) turns on the radio, singing along to the songs as the bacon grease pops in the pan. 

Natasha leans against the doorframe of the kitchen, watching her super-soldier girlfriend looking so carefree - sleepily singing to the music, and making breakfast. 

Natasha silently walks over and sits at the island on one of the barstools.

(Y/n) puts the bacon on a plate with some toast and eggs and turns. (Y/n) smiles sleepily at Natasha, setting the plate in front of the redhead.

"Mornin'," (Y/n) says softly. 

Natasha chuckles at (Y/n)'s sleepiness and waits for (Y/n) to sit down beside her to start eating. 

(Y/n) is silent for a while and Natasha remains silent, knowing (Y/n) was going to tell her what was on her mind. She always did.

"We should get a cat," (Y/n) says later as the two are sitting in the living room. 

"Hmm," Natasha responds. 

"Did you hear what I said?" (Y/n) asks, turning to the redhead sitting beside her. 

"Of course I did," Natasha says, her eyes alight with amusement. "That's why I responded. 

"Oh," (Y/n) says, blinking stupidly and Natasha does laugh.

"I really, really love you, but I also wanna hit you with a chair," Natasha says and (Y/n) looks at the redhead quizzically. 

"That literally makes no sense," (Y/n) grumbles, crossing her arms. 

"That's the point," Natasha says. 

"That -" (Y/n) cuts herself off. "Nevermind."

"Should we go look for cats now?" Natasha asks, nudging her girlfriend lovingly. 

(Y/n) perks up and nods. "Yeah, yeah, let's go!"

(Y/n) jumps up from the couch, grabbing Natasha's hand and pulling her up from the couch. 

"Love, you're not dressed yet," Natasha says, and (Y/n) smiles sheepishly. 

A little later, Natasha and (Y/n) arrive at the Animal Shelter.

"My lady," (Y/n) says, opening the car door and offering Natasha her hand. 

Natasha's eyes scrunch cutely as she smiles, taking (Y/n)'s hand. 

"Still wanna hit me with that chair?" (Y/n) asks, her eyes glinting with amusement. 

"Oh, absolutely," Natasha says with a breath of laughter. 

(Y/n) laughs and opens the door and the two are immediately met with the sound of barking dogs and meowing cats. 

"Hello, how can I help you?" asks the woman at the front counter. 

"We were wanting to adopt a cat," (Y/n) answers. 

The woman nods and stands up from behind the counter. 

She leads the two into a door and (Y/n) grins, seeing all the cats and kittens milling together in their cages. 

One kitten seems to be interested in the door because she pokes her little paws through the bars. 

"Aww, look at her!" (Y/n) says, moving over to study the little kitten.

"Looks like Liho likes the two of you," the animal shelter worker says. 

Natasha laughs. "You guys know what Liho means?" she asks, moving over pet the little kitten's paws. "Misfortune."

"She's a sweetheart!" (Y/n) says, her (E/c) gaze softening as she looks at the kitten. 

The animal shelter worker laughs and opens the cage, letting Liho out. 

The kitten jumps into (Y/n)'s arms, the little black-and-white kitten looking tiny in (Y/n)'s arms. 

Natasha pets the kitten's head.

"I love her," (Y/n) says, looking up from the kitten, meeting Natasha's gaze. 

"We'll take her," Natasha says, meeting the animal shelter worker's eyes, and the woman nods. 

The little cat remains in (Y/n)'s arms as the three walk back outside into the main office. 

Natasha pays the adoption fee as (Y/n) coos over the small kitten in her arms. 

The two - now three - return home a little later. (Y/n) gently sits down Liho before stepping back outside to help Natasha bring in the things for Liho - cat litter, cat food, a cat bed, and cat toys. 

Liho scampers around the home looking at everything. When she hears the door open, she bounds back over to the door. 

She lets out a soft meow and she reaches up, placing her paws on Natasha's shins. 

Natasha's eyes crinkle up again as she smiles. 

"You're so cute," (Y/n) says setting the cat litter by the door. 

"Me? Or Liho?" Natasha asks, picking up the kitten. 

"Can't it be both?" (Y/n) asks, moving over and kissing Natasha before petting Liho on the head. 

"Seriously still wanna hit you with that chair," Natasha says, her green eyes glittering, and then (Y/n) just laughs. 

Word Count: 1105 words

I was going to have this prompt used after a mission, but I thought this was a lot cuter and SoFt as all heck. 

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[americancowgirl19]

The Finding

Summary: You’re a Black Widow working for Fisk. You’re sent to kill the Punisher and Daredevil. It’s not everyday you’re sent to kill your soulmates

Warnings: angst, mind control, fluff, very minor forced self-harm

Reader: Female Black Widow Reader

Pairings: Frank Castle x Female Reader x Matt Murdock, Platonic Yelena x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,488

A/n: Ok, so legit the only thing I know about Frank Castle is what I've rea in fan fiction. From that alone, plus my love for the actor himself, I couldn't help but to write him into the fic. With that being said, plus my general lack of knowledge of the Daredevil TV show, let's just ignore the show's plot that contradicts what's written in the fic, ok? Just read it like it is its own thing, make sense? Good.

Part Two!

Masterlist

'The Finding' is a phenomenon not everyone is lucky enough to experience. Only those who have discovered their soulmate understand how The Finding changes lives. Soulmates are a concept known worldwide. Everyone wants one but not everyone is lucky enough to meet their destined.

To signify that you've met your destined a beautiful mark becomes embroidered onto your chest. The ones that have is swear it hums as if it's alive... Alive with your soulmate. In reality the 'humming' is the flow of the magical bond. It's a comfort no matter how far you are from your soulmate.

There are a lucky few who find more than one person that they're destined to be with. Those rare groups find their mark expanding and becoming more intricate.

Soulmates are truly a wonderful thing. Something that needs to be cherished and protected because just like every good thing in this world it can be stolen, broken, and manipulated.

----

"What is this?" Fisk asks, walking off the elevator and into the room. Wesley follows just a step behind them. Both men approach the woman, you, standing in the center of the floor.

You're standing taut in black tactical gear. Your hands are clasped behind your back with your feet slightly wider than shoulder width apart. Your hair is pulled out of your face in a secure braid.

"A gift from Dreykov," Wesley explains, remaining respectfully in the background. Fisk slowly walks around you. "He heard about our problem with both the Punisher and Daredevil. He wanted to repay the favor you did for him last year,"

"So, he sent me one of his Black Widows," Fisk concludes, coming to a stop in front of you.

"She's from the newest batch," Wesley says, approaching him with a tablet. "He promises complete compliance and total control," Fisk takes the tablet from him and looks over the options.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Wesley, but I thought Dreykov and the Black Widow program was taken apart two weeks ago," Fisk mentions, familiarizing himself with your strengths and weaknesses.

"That is correct, sir," Wesley nods. "He sent her right before his downfall. There is a group working to free the remaining Widows from Dreykov's programing but should that happen there's a secondary control. It's experimental but should allow you to remain in control,"

"Send her out tonight," Fisk decides. "Let's see if she can handle our problem,"

"Yes, sir" Wesley nods, accepting the tablet from Fisk.

----

"Fuck!" Frank shouts picking up the nearest chair and launching it across the room. He continues to grumble in annoyance even as the chair clatters to the ground. Both him and Matt had worked their asses off tracking down Fisk only for him to not be in the building.

"There's someone else," Matt mutters, almost too low for Frank to pick up. Frank turns towards him but Matt's facing the entrance. When his eyes follow to where Matt's facing, he sees a silhouette.

"And who are you?" Frank snips, regripping his gun. Neither of them gets a response. "Fuck this," Frank lifts his gun and fires before Matt could stop him. Having known he would lash out you rolled out of the way in time.

The instant your back on your feet you're sprinting towards the two men. Matt intercepts you first. You dodge and block his hits while trying to land on one of your own. Soon you're able to throw an elbow into his jaw disorienting him enough to throw an uppercut to his nose. He stumbles back and you use his disbalance to your advantage. Sweeping your leg out you knock him off of his feet.

Before you could continue hitting him Frank makes his presence known. He grabs your vest and manhandles you away from Matt. You use his momentum to swing yourself onto his shoulders. You elbow his face as he struggles to throw your off. You clench your thighs around his head slowly cutting off his oxygen.

Reaching for the knife strapped to your thigh you pull it from his sheathe. You lift it dramatically before thrusting it towards his chest. Frank's eyes widen and he takes his hand from your thigh to grab your wrist. Without his hand on your thigh, you're able to cut off more oxygen.

In the corner of your eye, you notice Matt coming towards the two of you quickly. Narrowing your eyes in annoyance you swing your body forcing Frank to lose balance. The two of you fall to the ground. In the process your knife lodges into Franks shoulder causing him to groan.

You climb off of the Punisher and pull our gun from its holster. You take aim and quickly fire at Daredevil. He dodges and continues to advance. Releasing a frustrated sound, you abandon the gun and pull another knife from your belt.

Slashing at Matt, you continue to go for the kill, but Matt deflects your stabs. You manage to get a few cuts and add a couple of more bruises but nothing life threatening.

When Frank comes up behind you and grabs your hair you go with him. You thrust your head back into his before throwing an elbow into his nose. You grab his arm and launch him over your shoulder and into Matt. You grab your gun again and take aim. The kill shot is there until you're called off.

When Matt and Frank separate, they quickly search for you but you're nowhere to be found.

----

Fisk holds the tablet in his hand and looks over the footage. He has a small grin on your face as he watches your interaction with the Punisher and Daredevil. He was confident that you were the key to his problem.

"Why call her off?" Wesley questions.

"Tonight, was a test. Now we know that she is more than capable of taking on our problem areas," Fisk says.

"When will we send her to finish it?" Wesley asks.

"Tomorrow,"

----

"Who the fuck was that Red?" Frank asks, assisting Matt into the kitchen chair. Matt groans but relaxes once seated.

"I don't know," He mutters, his mind racing with tonight's events. "I've never gone up against them before. They have to work for Fisk,"

"No shit," Frank mutters, hissing as he takes his shirt off. "Fuck," He whispers, looking at his stab wound.

"You need stitches," Matt says and Frank simply grunt.

"What the shit?" Frank whispers, his eyes falling from his shoulder to his chest.

"What is it?" Matt asks, sensing something was off. Frank doesn't answer. He turns towards Matt and stares at his clothed chest. Knowing he had to see if it was true, Frank drags a chair right beside Matt. "What's wrong?"

"Sit forward," Frank says, quietly. Matt obeys not understanding where he was going with this. Gently, Frank works on taking Matt's leather vest off. Matt groans slightly but helps him slide it off his body.

As the vest hits the floor, Frank looks over Matt's chest. He raises his hand and tenderly traces the mark on his chest. His mark on his soulmate's chest. Matt releases a soft sigh and leans further forward. Frank glances at Matt's face with a soft smile before flickering his eyes back to Matt's chest.

"It's bigger," Frank whispers. Matt tilts his head. He slowly takes his mask off allowing his aimless eyes to be seen.

"What do you mean?" Matt asks, not understanding. Hesitantly, Matt reaches out and brushes his fingers along Frank's mark. A calming and familiar sensation washes over Frank causing a soft sigh to come from his lips.

When his fingers graze over the new section, Matt pauses. Frank watches him intently to gage his reaction. It doesn't take long for Matt to come to the same conclusion.

"A third?" Matt breathes quietly. Frank lets out a breathy laugh.

"How much are you willing to bet it's that bitch from the warehouse?" Frank asks. Matt smirks.

"It can never be easy with us, can it?" Matt asks. Frank groans slouching in his seat. He remembers how long it took for the two of them to get past their differences and even now they have their struggling moments. Now they want to add an assassin working for Fisk into the mix?

"Wouldn't have it any other way, Red" Frank mutters, nudging Matt's knee with his own.

----

"Sir," Wesley says, hesitantly disturbing Fisk's dinner with his wife. Fisk sighs and gives him a warning glare. "It's important," Fisk sighs, apologizes to his wife, before following Wesley.

"What is it?" He asks, his voice hard and dangerous. Wesley only responds with a photo of your chest and stomach.

"Was that there before?" Fisk asks, his eyes gazing over the infamous mark.

"No," Wesley shakes his head. "All Black Widows are taken before they complete the Finding. Protocall for all Black Widows is to eliminate whoever has the twin marking,"

"And do we know who has the twin?" Fisk questions.

"From the size of the mark I suspect that she is part of a group. These people would have been together and encountered her at the same time while she was out during her mission," Wesley informs him. A moment passes before Fisk comes to the same conclusion as Wesley.

"Well, this is an interesting development,"

----

"You know this is a trap, right?" Frak asks, crouching beside Matt. Matt doesn't respond, instead he listens in on what's going on inside the building. "You don't care..." Frank mutters, not surprised nor disappointed. He didn't care it was a trap either.

The both of them had agreed to try and get through to you. They didn't know why you were working for Fisk but maybe they could convince you to turn your back on him. You had to know they were your soulmates, right? Matt hoped that would be enough but Frank knew if you were as stubborn as he was then it wouldn't. You'd ignore the soulmate bond and continue on until your mission was over.

"She's inside," Matt says, standing on the ledge. "So is Fisk," Matt's fists clench tightly.

"So, we going in?" Frank asks, checking his ammo. Matt doesn't respond, something caught his attention.

"We're not alone," Matt mutters. Frank tenses, slides a magazine into the gun before whipping around. He takes aim at the woman behind them.

"I wouldn't fire that if I were you," A thick Russian accent warns. "You fire that and everyone in that building will know we're here,"

"Who are you?" Matt questions toughly.

"A... friend," she says. "A friend of Y/n,"

Even though neither Matt nor Frank had been introduced to you they knew the name was yours.

"You two really don't know what you're going up against, do you?"

----

They had a plan going into the building. Really, they did. Of course, like every other plan of theirs it went to shit three steps in the room.

Any thoughts of surprise and stealth were thrown out the window once Frank opened fire in the lobby forcing Matt and their new ally, Yelena, to improvise.

By the time they reached you the three of them were breathing heavily, slightly bruised, and Matt had a cut on his chin.

"You sure that pixie dust is gonna work?" Frank asks, eyeing you as you stand in front of them awaiting orders.

To be honest, when Yelena had told them the whole spiel about you and Black Widows and mind control Frank didn't believe a single word she said. If it wasn't for Matt vouching for her, he would have opened fire on her before going to get you.

However, as he stares at your emotionless face, he begins to believe Yelena. You looked at him, Matt and Yelena - who claims to be a good friend of yours- as if this is the first meeting. You have no recognition nor emotion in your eyes. It's like you're a machine waiting for orders.

The three of them move towards you but Fisk's voice stops them. He begins monologuing about their need to surrender or suffer the consequences. Frank promptly told him to fuck off and continues towards you but stops again when you bring a knife to your wrist. Without flinching you press the tip of the blade into your skin.

"Make another move and I'll have her cut up to her elbow," Fisk threatens.

"I'm done waiting," Yelena grumbles, having spotted Fisk's hiding spot. In a heartbeat she has her gun drawn and firing at his position. Fisk takes cover at the same time Matt and Frank launch themselves towards you.

You stay still as if you're a statue. You don't flinch as Frank rips the knife from you and Matt disarms you of any other weapons. Eventually, Yelena has to reload which gives Fisk enough time to send you into fight mode. Even without any weapons you're deadly. Matt doesn't want to hurt you and focuses on staying on defense. Frank doesn't want to hurt you either but is willing to do so if it gives him a chance to knock you out. He'd rather knock you out than watch you kick his and Matt's ass.

"Hold her!" Yelena shouts racing over to the three of you. Matt finds an opening and tackles you to the ground. He holds your arms and Frank quickly lays across your legs.

Yelena slides across the floor and breaks the capsule of red dust under your nose. You breathe in deeply and stop fighting. Matt and Frank hesitate to release you.

It slow but you begin to regain consciousness. You try to blink away the bleariness. When everything clears up, you're hyper aware of everything. Goosebumps cover your arms around the leather covered hands pinning you to the ground. In fact, not only are your hands pinned but so are your legs but instead of feeling threatened you feel safer than you have your entire life.

"Yelena?" You whisper, recognizing the woman above you. She smiles with clear relief and nods. She holds your head in an attempt to help ground not only you but herself as well.

"Yeah, it's me," She whispers back.

"Wh-where am I?" You whisper, your eyes going towards a man in red leather before falling to a man in a black and white shirt. You didn't know either of them yet there's this familial feeling. "What's going on?"

"I'll explain everything later," Yelena promises. "But right now, we have to get out of here, alright?" She asks, regaining your attention. "You're safe," She promises.

"Ye-yeah, alright," You nod, agreeing to go with them. The two men slowly release you and you find their distance, no matter how small, to be too much. You want to bring them back to you but restrain yourself. Yelena gently tugs on your arm and leads you out of the building and somewhere safe.

[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

SHIELD’s Best Weapon (Avengers X Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: one swear

Request: The reader is one of the most smartest people on the planet but has social Anxiety issues. They worked for Fury for 7 years and helped out Shield/Avengers without them knowing. Because of helping out the r has an underground laboratory that only fury knows about. Fury also keeps the r off any shield database. One day the reader goes to the Avengers HQ (paycheck) and stops a massive data breach. Tony arrives and are informed on the reader.

When you saw that Fury was trying to call you, you knew that something serious was going on, and you already dreaded what he was going to ask you. Despite this, you picked up the phone, putting it on speaker. “Yeah?” You asked him.

“You need to get to the headquarters. A breach is occurring and it’s above Stark’s and his fancy gadget’s knowledge.” He was straight forward, not beating around the bush. You turned to your own devices, checking your systems, seeing that they’d been temporarily taken offline. “This isn’t something you can do from there. You need to be on the floor. Maria’s on her way to meet you personally and to get you access into the building since everything is on lockdown right now.” 

You gathered everything you knew you’d probably need to get SHIELD back on line, and then waited in the narrow tunnel outside your little lab, deep underground. Your lab was more like a bomb shelter, and you spent almost all your time down here. You literally lived down here in a large room attached to your lab. You also had your own living room, kitchen and dining room, though the living room and dining room was rarely used. You were far too busy to sit down and relax. 

It wasn’t long till a car came racing down the tunnel, stopping in front of you, and looking in you saw Maria, and you got into the car with her. She didn’t say anything, starting to drive immediately. She didn’t even look at you other than to make sure you were fastened in and ready to go. She knew better than to try and make small talk with you. “Who’s there?” You asked her quietly. You did a double take, not believing for a second you were the one to initiate conversation. 

“All the Avengers… they just got back from a mission when the breach was recognised by Stark.” She explained, still keeping it short and to the point. You nodded, before keeping your head down, telling Maria you were done talking for the time being. You didn’t talk for the rest of the drive.

She got you into the building and passed anyone who tried to stop you, until she got you to Fury himself, who was overlooking the several agents trying their hardes to keep the main weapons under lock and key as the compromise continued to try and take control. You walked over to one of the computers, Maria escorting the agent in front of it away as you took his seat, sitting down and looking at the information, before starting to work. Fury leant on the desk, watching you work. “How bad is it?” He asked. 

“You said it was an emergency. This is a virus. They’re different.” 

“YN, they’re trying to get control over weapons that could cause an end of the world scenario, I consider that an emergency.” He pointed out, not getting a response as you leant forward a bit to look closer at what you were doing. “What are you doing now?” 

“Creating several copies of the information needed to hijack the weapons with encryption in them, and pushing them in front of the real one… I’ve put my own virus in the fakes, so as soon as they try to either use or break through, I’ll get access myself.” You explained. 

“Who the hell are they?” You glanced over at who had said that, seeing Rogers followed closely by seemingly every other Avenger. Fury snapped his fingers at the screen, telling you to focus on what you were doing, which you did. 

“Y/N, they’re stopping the breach. Let them work.” Fury said shortly. 

“How did they get in?” 

“I called for them.” Fury continued to defend. You continued to work, but listened to the bickering, until you finished what you needed to do, pressing enter, and waiting. After a second, they fell for your trap, and you smiled and got to work, finding out who the hackers on the other side were, locating them, and taking control of their own devices. You could practically feel their panic in their rapid and desperate attempts to shake you off, but after another second, all control was gained, and the alarms stopped going off, and everyone stopped working, as they realised the threat had disappeared. There was a stunned silence. You sat back in your seat, looking up at Fury.

“Can I go home now?”  You asked him. Maria motioned her head for you to follow her, and you stood up. 

“Wait-wait- how did you do that?” Stark brought up, getting in your way. “My attempts were futile, they shut down my systems immediately and so effectively I didn’t even notice at first.” 

“My systems are better. My System is the reason that SHIELD didn’t collapse in the time it took you to notice something was wrong and for me to get here to sort it.” You said shortly, before stepping to the side and walking around him, following after Maria.

“Fury, when a breach happens everyone is supposed to stay on base, no on is to leave and no one is to enter- those are your rules!” Natasha pointed out. 

“I am aware of that. However, Stark wasn’t capable of stopping the breach, so I called in the one person I knew could deal with it effectively, and that person is Y/N.” He stated firmly. 

“But we don’t know who they are. Are they even in our files?” Clint asked. 

“No, and I made sure they’re not, but they do work for me. They’re meant to be hidden, and I expect that now you know about them, that it is your top priority to keep them safe and a secret.” He informed them. 

“Why?” Thor asked. 

“Wait did they say they made the system?” Bruce picked up. “That means they know everything about SHIELD- They could tear it down if they wanted. Their skills outranks you, Tony.” Bruce pointed out. 

“Exactly. Y/N is one of, if not the most intelligent people in the world. I’ve yet to see them actually struggle against someone fighting their creations. They’re our most powerful weapon, and the most powerful weapon on Earth. That is why they’re not in our files, and why I never told you about them. You do not talk about Y/N unless absolutely certain no one else will hear you, and you do not leave a paper trail.” He instructed them. 

“That must be lonely… where do you keep them?” Wanda pointed out. 

“They have their own lab and living area underground, though where I’m not prepared to tell you, at least not yet. But I assure you, that lab is their own little Utopia. They’re not a people person.” He pointed out, before he walked past the group, leaving the room. The Avengers all looked at each other, before Tony sighed. 

“Alright, let’s make sure everything’s back online, and I can’t believe I’m agreeing with him… but let’s not look for Y/N, I have a feeling it’ll get us into too much shit for us to dig ourselves out of.” 

Hope you like it! If you have any questions, please send them in!

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[butbutts]

she holds all the p-p-power in her fingertips ~ n.r. x m!r

(ceo au, sugar baby au)

A/N - I've been wanting to sugar mommy!Nat for so long!!!! fucking FINALLY!!!! (the title is from the song strawberry lipstic by yungblud, y’all should check it out,,,,i first got this idea listening to it) anyhoo, i hope y’all enjoy the ~soft vibes~ and if you do, let me know!! really looking forward to get validated!! :D

Warnings - soft dom!Nat, office (kinda public) sex, oral (reader recieving) ~ SMUT || 18+ ONLY

The elevator dinged as you reached her floor. You were to accompany your girlfriend to fundraiser later this evening, so naturally you got dressed to the nines. Natasha picked your outfit herself, choosing only the best of the best. She never held back in getting you gifts and surprises, and even though a ‘surprise’ could sometimes end up being halfway across the world, you thoroughly enjoyed all her attention.

Today however, you had a surprise for her, a not so innocent one, and something you knew she’d be really pleased with.

With a polite nod to her secretary, you entered her office, breaking her attention from the documents that were (somehow) neatly scattered on her desk.

“Babe, you’re here,” she said, happy to see you after a whole day of work.

“Hey,” you greeted with a goofy smile on your face as she melted into your arms. You held her close, kissing the top of her head, taking it all in. Natasha could get pretty caught up in work sometimes. But that just made your time together that much sweeter, right?

“You look really hot,” she mumbled into your chest, making you chuckle.

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh. I could just take you right here, right now,” she looked up at you, her eyes dark with lust.

“Oh my,” you teased, “I guess I’m in luck. But first, I have a something for you.”

“Do you now?” She wore a casually curious look, not wanting to lose the upper hand she always, always had.

“You remember that gift you got me last weekend?”

“You’re wearing it?” she raised her eyebrows, clearly not expecting it.

“Mhm.”

She detangled herself from your hold to lock the door and you found yourself missing her warmth, her closeness. With the press of a button, the clear windows to the outside of her office turned opaque. She turned to face you, her expression marking the shift in the environment from playful and cozy to one filled with a lustful haze.

She sauntered back to you, holding her hand out, and pulled you towards her desk. With every step, every breath, you got more and more excited, knowing exactly what you were in for. She pushed you back against it and stopped in front of you.

“Why don’t you relax a little, baby? You seem so tense.” Her voice was a mere whisper and it only added to the thick tension in the atmosphere.

A lone finger traced it way down the side of your face, “Tell me, have you been a good boy today, Y/n?” she asked, running her finger along your jaw, her feather light touch sending shivers down your spine.

“Yes, been so good for you, Nat,” you nodded, completely immersed in the green of her eyes.

“Did you touch yourself?”

“No-“

“Even in the shower?”

“No, ma’am,” you answered without missing a beat.

“Hmm,” and smile made its way to her lips, “I guess you deserve to be rewarded then,” she leaned against the desk next to you, running her hand up and down your thigh. But her touch was still not where you wanted it the most, still not enough.

“Nat-“

“Yeah?” she cut you off by attaching her lips your neck, leaving hot, open mouthed kisses. “Haven’t even properly touched you and you’re already so hard, baby,” her hand moved to your belt, toying with the buckle.

“Nat, please,” you groaned, your eyebrows scrunching together at the sudden lack of contact from her.

She lifted herself from beside you, and settled between your legs on her knees,  her gaze still fixed on you. Removing your belt, she slowly unzipped your pants to reveal the delicate pink lace. She hummed in approval of how good it looked on you, even better when you were this hard.

She reached under your shirt, running her nails down your skin, leaving faint red marks in their wake. With her hands on your hips, her grip tight, she kissed your bulge. Your moans and heavy breathing filled the room as she brought a hand down to caress your balls, still not removing the material your erection strained against.

She knew exactly how to keep you agitated, and she knew exactly how to leave you wanting for more.

“Baby, please- nngh-“ in one quick motion she pulled down the waistband and took the tip of your cock between her lips, the taste of your precum filling her senses. You buried your hand in her hair, being careful not to completely mess it up, and she leaned into your touch.

“What do you say we take this to the couch?” Natasha suggested, her signature smirk adorning her.

“Yes, please.”

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Bake-A-Brat (Avengers X Male!Reader) *PLATONIC

Characters: Avengers X Male!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Swearing

Request: Please do a male reader x avengers the reader is usually quiet prefers to listen and they have an accident in the lab that turna him into a kid and as a kid he is loud and swears alot and they are having a hard time trying to take care of him as a kid

“Mr Stark, Dr Banner requests your assistance urgently. It’s to do with agent L/N.” FRIDAY had announced rather quickly. Tony hadn’t been alone, being in the midst of bickering and discussing with Rogers, Wilson, Romanoff and Thor. They all fell silent, looking at each other, before they all turned, running to the lab. Their running was seen and alerted several other avengers, notably Barton, Barnes and Maximoff, who didn’t hesitate to follow after. 

Upon rushing into the lab, they quickly spotted Banner, leaning with an arm on his desk, looking under it. He glanced up at them, clear panic in his eyes. You weren’t in sight. “Where’s Y/N?” Natasha asked. 

“Fuck off!” A voice called from under Bruce’s desk. The voice of a young boy. Everyone was alarmed, but Bruce sighed. 

“I don’t know what happened- we were just running some simple tests like planned and I turned around for five minutes and I heard him yell, I turned back around and he was a kid.” He explained as best as he could, reaching under the desk, though they heard a slap and Bruce retracted his hand. 

“Wait- did you just say Y/N got transformed into a kid?” Tony asked, coming around the desk and looking under the desk, seeing the kid, not even 10 years old, clearly with your features. “Y/N?” He asked, surprised, especially when you responded to the name. “Did you just swear?” You grumbled in response. 

“Okay… everyone calm down, give him space.” Natasha instructed, while also pointing to the door, and Clint quickly stepped over, locking the door to ensure you wouldn’t run off all of a sudden. Everyone went towards the walls, Tony and Bruce stepping away from the desk. Everyone waited, and eventually you came out from your hiding spot, looking at them all. “Hey Y/N, do you feel okay? Any pain?” She asked. You shook your head. 

“He um- doesn’t seem to remember us.” Bruce spoke up quickly. 

“Am I supposed to?” You asked. 

“No, it’s fine. Say- you hungry?” Tony asked. “Why don’t you go with the blondies over here for some food?”

“Okay, only if it’s McDonalds.” 

Everyone thought they had it under control. Bruce and Tony tracked all your actions in the past few days, checked over everything you had come into contact with- hell, even the drugs that Bruce had given you after a recent mission when you needed to be treated. It was there when they found the cause- one of the drugs was given to them by Dr Helen Cho, and while she had  tested it and it had all come back fine and no one had reacted to it, it’s capabilities nearly perfectly explained what had happened, since it sped up cell regeneration and tricked the body into ‘remembering’ what it used to look like. Bruce had given you this drug since you’d been badly injured and needed a quick fix since he couldn’t get you into the med bay in time, and either by a mixture of other drugs or your own misfortune, meant your body remembered a little too well. After a call to Cho, they realised the only solution was the wait and hope for the best. Seemed simple enough. Well it was, until Steve called to announce you’d ran off. In the middle of New York City. 

Immediately most of the team were assembled to try and find you, going to popular places they knew you liked and also places a young boy would like. “Was anyone else under the impression that this would have been a walk in the park?” Clint asked through his ear piece as he flew over the city looking for any sign of you. 

“Same, Y/N’s always been really quiet and calm.” Wanda commented, who was flying building to building looking for any sign of you. She caught sight of Natasha coming out of a toy store, having not found you. 

“You have a point. I actually think the first time I’ve heard Y/N actually swear was when he was under that desk.” Tony commented. He had a point. You were one of the quietest people on the team, rivaling Bruce, and you were always calm and polite, even when people were straight up screaming in your face and being horrible to you. The most anyone got out of you was a stern word, and that usually was enough for them to back down.

“Heads up, I think I’ve found him.” Steve announced. 

“Where is he?” Natasha inquired. 

“He’s in the middle of the park, sleeping on the bench. He looks a bit older though, I think your theory is right, Stark.” Steve explained, walking over to you, picking you up and starting the walk to regroup and get you back home. 

You remained knocked out for the remainder of the day and through the night, much to everyone’s relief. As you slept, both Thor and Steve retold how much trouble you had been. You had kept wandering off the entire time but luckily they had spotted you and grabbed your hand in time before they could lose you, you swore a multitude of other times, despite Steve telling you to stop, leading to several disapproving looks from strangers. Essentially, you were a little shit.

“Good news everyone, Y/N is back to normal.” Bruce announced, leaving the lab. Everyone sighed with relief.

“I can’t wait to tell him about his actions as a kid.” Tony commented. 

“Oh he’s going to be apologising for weeks to come.” Clint added on, getting a small laugh out of everyone. They were just glad you were back to normal. 

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Overworked (Avengers X Reader) *PLATONIC

Characters: Avengers X Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Fainting

Request: May I request a Avangers imagine with a really determined y/n whi wants to learn everything they can from the team. So y/n learns science from Tony and Bruce, trains with Thor and espionage from Natasha. The team doesn't realise that y/n learns from all of them until they realise y/n is working far to hard. Some fluff please?

“Banner!” The call from down the hall from Thor couldn’t be missed, erupting from silence, the sound of his footsteps coming barreling down the hallway. Bruce was immediately alert, Tony who was also in the lab also looking at the entryway to the room to see what Thor wanted, and why it sounded urgent. As Thor rounded the corner, he saw why he was panicked. 

“Y/N!” Tony panicked as soon as he saw the god carrying you in, with you limp and not responding to Thor’s yelling. Bruce immediately jumped into action, pointing Thor over to the examining table, Thor rushing over and laying you down, Bruce immediately checking all vitals. “What happened?” Tony asked the god, who was breathing rather heavily, clearly panicked. 

“I-I don’t know. We were training together and we were finishing up, and I turned around and I just heard them drop.” Thor explained to the best of his ability. 

“How hard were you training?” Bruce asked him, glancing back at him. 

“Just the normal amount. They tell me when they’re tired and want to finish, and we did.” Thor explained. The entrance to the lab was flooded as one by one, other Avengers came rushing into the room. First was Steve, then Natasha and Clint.

“What happened, is Y/N okay?” Steve asked.

“Not sure. I want to run some tests. I want to track everything that Y/N has done this week by every half an hour, can you guys make a timeline to the best of your memory of this week?” Bruce asked the team, who all agreed. 

“Alright, let’s start simple- when has everyone remembered being with Y/N?” Natasha asked, as Tony set up a timetable on a screen. 

“We train every afternoon for at least an hour, usually about 7.” Thor spoke up first, Tony putting it in. 

“They go running with me in the mornings, usually about 5 to 6.” Steve spoke up next. 

“Me and Nat’s been teaching Y/N espionage tricks to help them in undercover missions.” Clint brought up, Natasha nodding along. “That’s usually during our lunch breaks.” 

“Don’t forget they’ve been learning from us, Tony!” Bruce spoke up as he continued to examine you from across the room, Tony nodding, and adding that information to the board. 

“Add in their working hours, missions, meetings… does Y/N go home?” Tony asked, stepping back to look at the time table. Bruce turned, walking to look as well with everyone else. The hours were insane. According to their timetable, you were waking up at about 4, going running with a super soldier, going immediately to work, learning skills with the assassins instead of taking a break, more work, having a moment to learn with Tony and Bruce, and then going to train with Thor, meaning you’d get home at roughly 8pm, where you’d have to shower, eat, and sleep. “Surely that’s not right… right?” 

“Well it would explain a lot. I think they’ve collapsed from exhaustion.” Bruce was finally able to diagnose. “They’re stable, but they’re body and mind is totally exhausted. You can see it from the bags under their eyes, to the bruising on their body from training and practicing…” Bruce listed, showing the team what he was talking about. 

“Well… shit.” Tony sighed. “What do we do about this, then?” 

“Maybe cut down on the time they spend working with us? Like they only train with Thor on certain days and then run with me on the other days, and then the same with Clint and Nat and Bruce and Tony? It’ll definitely help to half the activities they’re doing per day.” Steve commented. 

“Sounds good. Also it’s Y/N, they’re too stubborn to just drop it all or take a break for a while, so this seems fair.” Natasha agreed. 

“I’ll give them a dose to keep them asleep for a while so they can rest. Natasha, can you give Fury a heads up that they’re preoccupied for the rest of the day?” Bruce asked, the assassin nodding and leaving the room. 

“Okay, let’s start on a new schedule for them so they can’t try and trick us into overworking them again.” Tony commented as well, the other members of the Avengers turning back to the schedule, and starting to plan as Bruce checked on you again. 

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