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( read more ) synopsis — natasha wants to keep you safe and be the person she needed when she first got into the company. she didn't really intend to catch feelings for you. warnings — headcanons, slightly suggestive, tooth rotting fluff.
coming from a real secretary
secretary natasha romanoff is your coworker
and she’s so good at her job
doesn't let anything pass
you, as a probationary employee, mess up so often
but she takes a liking to you quickly, reading you so easily
and she truly wants to help you through this period
she can tell you like her the most out of everyone
she notices that, and she can't lie, that kinda motivates her
natasha puts her hair in a bun to avoid distracting you
she wants to be professional
but undoes some of her shirt buttons
she's a bit contradicting to herself
but she tells herself it's only because it's always hot as fuck
she usually goes for a drink on her break
breaking her secretary look with a leather jacket
and taking you with her
she offers you a cigarette outside
and pats your head when you refuse it
you just can’t escape feeling things for her, she's so attractive
even when she's smoking
when she helps you out and leans down to hear you better
her hair brushes against your cheek
and you can't learn shit
she will talk and explain endlessly until you do
then you will look into her eyes
just so your mind will go blank when she asks a question
her eyes are pretty, and her voice so melodic
on week one, she says "there, hun. just save it in that folder"
... are you listening? do you want me to repeat that?"
"mhm, sorry" you say.
week two... "did you understand that?"
"i think so."
"good, i'll let you try doing it then"
"i'll try not to disappoint you"
"you'll do good, i taught you well" she smiles.
"but you can always count on me, sweetie"
on week three... "what are you thinking about?"
her
your face flushes all of a sudden
you were picturing her touching you
squeezing your waist, grabbing your arm
pulling you in for a kiss
imagining her breathing against your skin
you know she tastes like cherry gum
you always take shyly the gum she offers
as you do anything
people take advantage of that
natasha sees herself in you often
she'd struggled with her boss for a while
because the man took a liking to her
but she put him in his place eventually
"i'm not into men" she'd mumble when she got asked out
people were stupid about that
so her old coworkers tried to mess with her
now, if yours call you by a wrong name, make your job harder
or insist on taking you out, natasha is around
she protects you from them
"her name's y/n. use your brain a little" she tells them
"it's funny until i report you, hand her papers over"
"she's taken by me today, you can get going"
when she says that, she makes sure it's true
she takes you out for a good, expensive meal
buys you huge cakes filled with strawberries for dessert
goes "oh, try this!" and you take a bite of a fruit off her hand
you don't know if she's just extremely friendly
or attempting something with you
the way you are with her
"need help with anything?" you always offer
she always agrees
she is always making sure you're near her
and she's there for you too
when she is sobbing over anything
after holding in so many feelings
and you are pissed off at a friend
both drinking the night away at a bar
natasha goes "i hate being alone.
i hate wanting to do things, say things
and never doing so. things end quickly. life ends quickly.
i think we don't enjoy it enough."
"is that what's making you sad?" you ask
"that makes me angry" natasha downs a cup
"i'll just go for it. i'm done with this"
she kisses you
it's such a tender, calm yet deep kiss
you don't let her pull away though
it feels so soft
at the second kiss you share, her mind is far gone
whishing for more
natasha takes you over to a corner
her white unbuttoned shirt is thin
badge noisy as she pulls you closer
her mouth goes down your neck,
your hand goes down her waist
nothing has ever felt so deliriously good
you love the way she pulls your head to the side by your hair
just so she can leave kisses on your skin
it's hot, so is the bar, even more so now
she has an amazing time with you
gets to the office with you the next day
and people don't even wonder why she gave you a ride
... but you slept over at her place
still, natasha doesn't seem to treat you too differently
which is a good sign
it means she really was flirting before all that
"are you going downstairs, sweetie?"
"yeah. need to hand on supplies to steve.
they’re in the warehouse, right?" you ask her
she thinks. "sure, yeah" she thinks and thinks
natasha decides to go downstairs with you. to help
she knows you don't have second intentions
your feelings are always really pure, but hers aren't much
you hold her by her pinky on the way, to stop her
"is that something we're gonna do... occasionally? casually?
or maybe never again?"
"kissing?"
you nod. "are you serious?" she sounds surprised
why would it be just an occasion? i like you"
natasha approaches you, holding your chin with her fingers
"you're too precious for that, don't you know that?"
she places a sweet kiss on your lips
"so no?"
"have as many as you want.
i like your kisses" she says softly
her sweet voice reaches your chest
it gets so full of so much joy
natasha takes you as seriously as you'd expect her to
and lets you kiss her all you want
the next week, you have matching necklaces
then, bracelets
then, rings
natasha lends you her clothes
"it's cold, baby, take mine" she puts her jacket over you
always, always takes you home
so you get close to forgetting your own way home
you're always at her place now
"you guys have been weird" wanda says, your coworker
"have you been making out? you look radiant"
"oh my god. it's just the weather, wanda"
"weird" wanda squints
of course you've been making out whenever you can
natasha teaches you way more than what had been planned
her hair in a bun is styled by you since you ruin it as you kiss
plenty of times
pulling on it
and leaving her breathless
she tries to sound formal with you at work though
"you look so cute today" she whispers in your ear, however
"do you have a girlfriend? yes? she’s so lucky, oh my god"
she teases you so much
in cute ways only
but has to act serious periodically
"you gotta finish that by tomorrow, okay?"
"i need you to come up to my office"
"can you sign this?"
her slow, formal tone gets you sick in the stomach
in a good way
you crave her closeness so damn bad it hurts
then she kisses you and cools it all down
your coworkers take a year to figure out about you two
once they do, they mess with you only
"ah, i'm gonna go to the warehouse for the fourth time today!
with my apprentice! who i shall offer financial assistance to!
because i'm a loser for my girlfriend!"
they are so ironic and stupid
"fifth," natasha corrects as she overhears them one day
they freeze
a girl who was previously laughing looks about to cry
"our record is ten, don't look so shocked"
they're speechless
and natasha's proud of herself. and you
you always kiss her lips
she always wants to hold your hand, be touching you
she really just wants to spend all her time with you
i've been quite sad lately, guys, sorry for not putting anything out anymore. i hope you've been doing okay though ♡ might post something when i feel better.
it's so weird being so busy all the time and then at the end of the day everything going calm. it's like my brain finally has time to breathe and think properly and that's not good.
( read more ) synopsis — wanda is tired and irritable... but your attempts to soften her mood and help her relax with a glass of wine work wonders. warnings — wanda maximoff x female reader. just stressed wanda, a bit suggestive. short, fluff.
wanda arrives at the hotel with you after your longest flight; she’s grumpy and tired, carrying all the suitcases and refusing to let you help. despite her exhaustion, she still takes care of you. you want to kiss away her frustration, but you know it wouldn't do any good. you think she needs rest, not you. wanda won't even look at you, and then you have an idea.
"what… what about some wine?" you suggest. "they have it here."
"must be expensive" she mumbles.
"it's on me" you say quietly, grabbing it from the minibar. wanda sighs, releasing all her stress as she looks at you. she can't treat you poorly, especially not because she’s mad.
"sorry. the flight’s delay pissed me off a bit."
"i know, it’s alright" you hold her hand, and she lifts it to kiss yours.
"you’re so sweet to me" wanda smiles. "my baby" you try not to laugh as you fold on the inside, but it’s impossible not to. you blush easily at that, and wanda just grins playfully.
"don't get shy now" she says, taking her jacket off. "i miss you. we barely talked on the plane."
"i miss you too."
"how much?" she teases, and you smile a bit.
"a lot" wanda takes a sip of wine as you confess, then another, and finally a whole gulp.
"how much?" her tone is more serious now. you know what she wants from you, and who are you to deny her that?
your lips meet hers softly. "too much, maximoff" you tell her through soft touches, that eventually turn into a passionate kiss.
it truly shows her how much you mean your words and how missing her is eating you up inside. wanda sighs into the kiss, tasting of grapes, and your head spins harder than the alcohol would make it. it feels heavenly, touching her freely again, and that grows into what she’s truly been wishing for: having all of you.
helloo!! i absolutely love your theme and aesthetic, its so pretty <3 i also really love the work you put out, your fics makes me feel warm in the inside (especially the ‘strawberry cake’ fic) :3
anyways pleaseee take care of yourself, and don’t push yourself to pump out fics, okay? remember to take a sip of water or a bite of a snack whilst writing :)
i wish you luck with writing! i’ll be cheering you on from the sidelines hehe <3
HELLO CUTIEST! that was all so heartwarming to read, thank you for being so sweet to me 😭 i'm genuinely so happy to know that you like my fics and blog, it means everything to me. i also love love your theme and will definitely read your works, they seem so nice!
and thank you for the little reminders, i will keep them in mind as i write and i hope you will too 🤍 they're really important. wish you luck too and you can count on me if you ever need any kind of help or someone to talk to, you seem very very kind. hope you have a good day/night!
do you know like when your mouth tastes bitter and your heart's literally aching and erupting inside you like a fucking volcano and hurting your brain and you feel like your body's close to exploding and your soul's in flames and you can't find a way out and everything in your life feels wrong and bad and wrong and bad and unfair but you're not the poor girl you could never think of yourself as as a kid and suddenly one little thing is about everything that was never part of you or yours and never will be.
( read more ) synopsis — natasha tries to protect you during a mission. warnings — natasha romanoff x avenger female reader. blood, gun violence, injury, emotional distress. very short. angst inspired by this gif.
you swear you only left her alone for a second, and then all you hear are gunshots. "nat?" there's no way the man you've both been looking for found her now that she's alone.
you run, calling her name, waiting for a response. nothing. when you finally see her bright hair again and hurry toward her, as soon as your eyes land on her face, realization hits you. natasha's figure drops to the floor.
"nat!" you yell, trembling as you try to hold her weak body. her shoulder is soaked in blood, and your translucent tears fall onto the already wet fabric. you shake her a bit, but fear hurting her. "nat, shit, don't do this to me! stand up. come on. where's fucking steve now?" you sound exasperated as you sob, so she just hushes you sweetly, tapping your hand on her arm.
"not there. it hurts" she tells you, so softly you go completely mute, letting go of her arm. tears won't stop streaming down your face, though. "we caught the guy, look" she smiles, pointing at him with her head. "he said terrible things about you, i'd never let him go. it's fine. i'll be fine, baby, don't cry."
natasha comforts you as she caresses your hair and groans as quietly as she can when it hurts too much. you don't know if rescue's gonna make it on time, and for that, she brings you closer to leave a kiss on your lips. if it ends up being the last thing she ever does, even though she's killed many, she knows she'll have made it to heaven after all.
( read more ) synopsis — natasha wants to keep you safe and be the person she needed when she first got into the company. she didn't really intend to catch feelings for you. warnings — headcanons, slightly suggestive, tooth rotting fluff.
coming from a real secretary
secretary natasha romanoff is your coworker
and she’s so good at her job
doesn't let anything pass
you, as a probationary employee, mess up so often
but she takes a liking to you quickly, reading you so easily
and she truly wants to help you through this period
she can tell you like her the most out of everyone
she notices that, and she can't lie, that kinda motivates her
natasha puts her hair in a bun to avoid distracting you
she wants to be professional
but undoes some of her shirt buttons
she's a bit contradicting to herself
but she tells herself it's only because it's always hot as fuck
she usually goes for a drink on her break
breaking her secretary look with a leather jacket
and taking you with her
she offers you a cigarette outside
and pats your head when you refuse it
you just can’t escape feeling things for her, she's so attractive
even when she's smoking
when she helps you out and leans down to hear you better
her hair brushes against your cheek
and you can't learn shit
she will talk and explain endlessly until you do
then you will look into her eyes
just so your mind will go blank when she asks a question
her eyes are pretty, and her voice so melodic
on week one, she says "there, hun. just save it in that folder"
... are you listening? do you want me to repeat that?"
"mhm, sorry" you say.
week two... "did you understand that?"
"i think so."
"good, i'll let you try doing it then"
"i'll try not to disappoint you"
"you'll do good, i taught you well" she smiles.
"but you can always count on me, sweetie"
on week three... "what are you thinking about?"
her
your face flushes all of a sudden
you were picturing her touching you
squeezing your waist, grabbing your arm
pulling you in for a kiss
imagining her breathing against your skin
you know she tastes like cherry gum
you always take shyly the gum she offers
as you do anything
people take advantage of that
natasha sees herself in you often
she'd struggled with her boss for a while
because the man took a liking to her
but she put him in his place eventually
"i'm not into men" she'd mumble when she got asked out
people were stupid about that
so her old coworkers tried to mess with her
now, if yours call you by a wrong name, make your job harder
or insist on taking you out, natasha is around
she protects you from them
"her name's y/n. use your brain a little" she tells them
"it's funny until i report you, hand her papers over"
"she's taken by me today, you can get going"
when she says that, she makes sure it's true
she takes you out for a good, expensive meal
buys you huge cakes filled with strawberries for dessert
goes "oh, try this!" and you take a bite of a fruit off her hand
you don't know if she's just extremely friendly
or attempting something with you
the way you are with her
"need help with anything?" you always offer
she always agrees
she is always making sure you're near her
and she's there for you too
when she is sobbing over anything
after holding in so many feelings
and you are pissed off at a friend
both drinking the night away at a bar
natasha goes "i hate being alone.
i hate wanting to do things, say things
and never doing so. things end quickly. life ends quickly.
i think we don't enjoy it enough."
"is that what's making you sad?" you ask
"that makes me angry" natasha downs a cup
"i'll just go for it. i'm done with this"
she kisses you
it's such a tender, calm yet deep kiss
you don't let her pull away though
it feels so soft
at the second kiss you share, her mind is far gone
whishing for more
natasha takes you over to a corner
her white unbuttoned shirt is thin
badge noisy as she pulls you closer
her mouth goes down your neck,
your hand goes down her waist
nothing has ever felt so deliriously good
you love the way she pulls your head to the side by your hair
just so she can leave kisses on your skin
it's hot, so is the bar, even more so now
she has an amazing time with you
gets to the office with you the next day
and people don't even wonder why she gave you a ride
... but you slept over at her place
still, natasha doesn't seem to treat you too differently
which is a good sign
it means she really was flirting before all that
"are you going downstairs, sweetie?"
"yeah. need to hand on supplies to steve.
they’re in the warehouse, right?" you ask her
she thinks. "sure, yeah" she thinks and thinks
natasha decides to go downstairs with you. to help
she knows you don't have second intentions
your feelings are always really pure, but hers aren't much
you hold her by her pinky on the way, to stop her
"is that something we're gonna do... occasionally? casually?
or maybe never again?"
"kissing?"
you nod. "are you serious?" she sounds surprised
why would it be just an occasion? i like you"
natasha approaches you, holding your chin with her fingers
"you're too precious for that, don't you know that?"
she places a sweet kiss on your lips
"so no?"
"have as many as you want.
i like your kisses" she says softly
her sweet voice reaches your chest
it gets so full of so much joy
natasha takes you as seriously as you'd expect her to
and lets you kiss her all you want
the next week, you have matching necklaces
then, bracelets
then, rings
natasha lends you her clothes
"it's cold, baby, take mine" she puts her jacket over you
always, always takes you home
so you get close to forgetting your own way home
you're always at her place now
"you guys have been weird" wanda says, your coworker
"have you been making out? you look radiant"
"oh my god. it's just the weather, wanda"
"weird" wanda squints
of course you've been making out whenever you can
natasha teaches you way more than what had been planned
her hair in a bun is styled by you since you ruin it as you kiss
plenty of times
pulling on it
and leaving her breathless
she tries to sound formal with you at work though
"you look so cute today" she whispers in your ear, however
"do you have a girlfriend? yes? she’s so lucky, oh my god"
she teases you so much
in cute ways only
but has to act serious periodically
"you gotta finish that by tomorrow, okay?"
"i need you to come up to my office"
"can you sign this?"
her slow, formal tone gets you sick in the stomach
in a good way
you crave her closeness so damn bad it hurts
then she kisses you and cools it all down
your coworkers take a year to figure out about you two
once they do, they mess with you only
"ah, i'm gonna go to the warehouse for the fourth time today!
with my apprentice! who i shall offer financial assistance to!
because i'm a loser for my girlfriend!"
they are so ironic and stupid
"fifth," natasha corrects as she overhears them one day
they freeze
a girl who was previously laughing looks about to cry
"our record is ten, don't look so shocked"
they're speechless
and natasha's proud of herself. and you
you always kiss her lips
she always wants to hold your hand, be touching you
she really just wants to spend all her time with you
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