I Dont Like Draco But This Was So Cute

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CEO!Wanda Maximoff x Reader - 'Resigned Position' Series Masterlist

Summary: You drink too much and insult your boss in the middle of a bar during a company social gathering. But surprisingly, you wake up in her bed. Following the events of not sleeping with your boss, falling in love with her, or threatening a harassment report. Not necessarily in that order.

Warnings: (+18), sexual themes, Dom!Wanda (mostly), Brat!Reader, Unspecified age gap (Milf Wanda/Reader in her mid-20s), explicit language, angst at some points but with happy ending I promise, mutual pining, enemies to lovers, coworkers, semi-public, mentions of violence and (past) toxic relationships. || More warnings and words per chapter.

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Resigned Position - Chapters List

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

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A/N> Originally planned as a one-shot, here I am starting a series. We're all sinners on our knees to dominant Milf Wanda, and I can't say I'm sorry. This story is basically porn with a lot of plot (because I have to live up to my demisexuality), but in general, don't expect any major points or moral lessons. It's all about Wanda in a suit telling us what to do. I've got a few chapters ready, but as of next week I'm covering a colleague's vacation, so don't expect any quick updates. But good reading!

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𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚎 | 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

a/n: hey guys! wrote this in a study period because i was not about to do work. tbh i feel it’s a little boring, but i hope you enjoy, still! <3 HUGE thank you to marcela for proof-reading and giving me tips on how i can improve. i love you so much.

summary: y/n substitutes for professor!draco's class of second years. when the students find out that y/n and draco are married, they ask her a series of questions about their relationship.

warnings/content: just insinuations of sex, kissing, and a cute relationship <3 professor!draco x substitute!reader

word count: 1.5k words

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Her shoulders squared as she mustered the most self-assuring smile she could. To anyone walking down the halls of Hogwarts, she must have looked like an idiot.

It was her first day as a substitute teacher. The job didn't seem so hard - take roll, give out busywork, the normal shebang she'd gotten when she was a student.

She pushed back the tall doors to see several smaller heads turn back, expecting the enthusiastic Slytherin that usually taught them. A few faces fell when they saw he wasn't there, but a woman different by comparison was heading to sit at his desk.

"Good morning, kids! As you can see, Professor Malfoy is not here today.” A chorus of groans passed through the room as Y/N continued her announcement, her legs shaking from the nerves. He's going to be gone for the majority of your period because he's got to go to the healer." She said, reminding herself to smile. "So, he's asked me to substitute for your class. From what I've heard, you're a pretty calm period, so this should go well." She said unsurely, mostly trying to convince herself rather than the kids.

A few heads nodded, but with a keen eye, the student who sat closest to Y/N squinted her eyes at the decorated ID badge hanging around Y/N's neck.

"Okay, class, I'm going to take attendance, and then I'll pass out the work for this class." Y/N raised her voice, attempting to hit the back of the vast and echoey room.

Before she could begin, a student's hand shot up in the air, making her reminiscent of a certain someone she was very fond of. She should be - it was her husband after all.

"Yes?" Y/N asked, her attention directed to the student.

"... Is your last name Malfoy?" The same fair girl asked with wide eyes, closing them briefly to squint at the badge again.

Y/N chuckled, knowing she'd be caught at some point. "Yes, Professor Malfoy is my husband." She smiled, glancing at the framed pictures Draco had put of her and him together around his desk.

She chuckled at the organization system of his paperclips, by color and size, as another hand shot up, different from the last.

"Yes?" She smiled, practically sensing what the next question would be.

She could practically see the cogs whirring in the boy's head as his eyebrows furrowed. "What's it like to be married to him?"

"Hm..." Y/N thought for a moment. "I'm not sure if he'd be alright with me telling you that information..." She trailed off, smiling slyly.

"Oh, please, Mrs. Malfoy!" One student pleaded quite dramatically.

"We won't tell him! We promise!" Another student spoke up. "Right, guys?" He asked looking around at the rest of the class, causing the rest of the class to nod furiously, interested in Y/N's answer.

Y/N hummed, looking at the starry ceiling Draco'd enchanted as she considered the question. "Well, he's very thoughtful. He shows he cares by doing things for me. Like, one time, I'd been upset about the lemon shortage in England, since it meant there wouldn't be any at the grocery store and I wouldn't be able to make or buy lemonade. So he planted four huge lemon trees in our backyard." Y/N blushed, feeling herself grow warm inside at just the thought of him.

The class "aww'd" and gasped, probably not expecting that type of behavior from their strict Astronomy teacher. Y/N giggled as another student raised his hand.

"Yes, love?" She answered, gesturing for him to speak his mind.

His hand shot down when everyone had their eyes on him as he spoke with enthusiasm, as the resident class clown should. "Does he ever... kiss you?"

Multiple students gasped in shock, some with their hands over their mouths as if they'd just heard a dirty secret.

Y/N laughed, messing with the kids. "No, we never kiss. That's disgusting."

An eruption of giggles and mischievous laughter passed through the room, and soon it sounded like a group of hyenas was being taught, instead of a group of second years.

Then, suddenly, a girl who wore pink ribbons in her hair with cotton-candy-themed school supplies, and frilly socks, spoke. "Do you guys ever have special hugs?" She asked innocently, causing her less-than-innocent peers to look at both her and Y/N with their jaws dropped.

"We do hug a lot... but what do you mean "special", sweetheart?" Y/N repeated, her tone asking for elaboration.

"It's how babies are made!" She smiled wide, causing Y/N's smile to drop, her face bright red.

It must've been what her parents had told her to avoid telling her how babies were really made, Y/N assumed.

"Um... no, we've never had a special hug, lovely." She lied, now feeling guilty she'd let the Q&Asession get so far when they should have been halfway through their assignment by this point. "If we did, we'd have an angel like you." She smiled, gathering the assignments together, readying herself for the wave of disappointment she was about to receive from the mass group.

"Alright, guys, we've actually got to start working on this assignment, and I still haven't taken role so I'm going to pass these papers out, so you can get started." She said, a hint of regret in her voice as she waved her wand towards the back of the room, making sure each person got a paper.

Thirty minutes had passed, and Y/N was bored out of her mind. Twirling a pencil around your fingers and writing your name in different fonts can only be so fun until it begins to bore you.

Then, right on cue, Draco pushed the double doors open, announcing his presence dramatically, as he usually did with the second years.

"You're saved! I'm here!" Draco said, making multiple students smile and laugh as their heads whipped around, excited to see their teacher again.

They liked Y/N, and even more now that they knew she was their teacher's wife, but Draco was almost like a father to them. He was many of the kids' safe spots while they were away from their parents at Hogwarts, answering any questions that came his way, and being full of great advice. In addition to that, he was the Head of Slytherin, making sure his connection to his students was as special as it could be.

"How was she, guys? Be honest." Draco asked the kids, stopping in the middle of the room.

"Better than you!" One kid with a red tie around his neck answered playfully, which Draco feigned hurt at as he shook his head, making his way to the desk Y/N sat at.

"Hi, baby," He whispered against her temple. "how were the kids?"

"Well, they know who I am." She giggled when Draco feathered his fingers over a spot she was ticklish in.

"Wait, who are you, again?" He asked, feigning confusion, but unable to stop the expression of amusement flickering across his features.

A flat look from Y/N had him breaking the character when she answered, "Your wife." She said, crossing her arms.

"Oh, yeah, right, right." He nodded, smiling at the chuckle slipping past Y/N's lips.

His eyebrow raised as he kissed her cheek, looking at the "project" she was working on. She'd somehow managed to make eleven paper hearts in the one hour he was gone and get no work done. Taking a closer look, he grinned, seeing what she'd written on them to spell out.

I love you.

"I was hoping to leave them on your desk as a surprise." Y/N frowned, looking up at her husband, hovering over her, who was sitting in his ultra-comfy desk chair. "I didn't know you'd get back so early." She whispered, so as not to disturb the students, not noticing they weren't paying any attention to their work, but the young and loving couple at the front of the classroom. “How was your appointment, my love? Everything okay?”

Draco was about to answer when the same innocent-looking girl who’d asked the last question earlier raised her hand, directing her question to Draco.

"Yes, Miss Weasley?" He answered, his arm around Y/N's shoulder, rubbing circles on her arm tenderly.

"My mum told me many couples have special hugs, even if they're not making a baby…” Rose trailed off, a bright smile on her lips. “So, do you guys have special hugs, still?"

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Rulers of The Multiverse - Wanda Maximoff x Reader Masterlist

Summary: Strange's faulty spell will cause a series of unexpected events, from your reunion with the love of your life in another world to the appearance of a child capable of traveling across the multiverse. This story follows the journey of a very tired Guardian alongside mischievous America Chavez and Scarlet Witch. | Minor spoilers of MOM.

Warnings: (+18), explicit language and sexual content, violence, a lot of magic, found family, mentions of abusive past and trauma, mind control, use of illicit substances, mostly top!reader, soulmates analogies. Chapters may contain additional warnings.

General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad

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No Way Home

Far From Home

Finding Home Again

An Uninvited God of Chaos and a World In Pieces.

The Witch World - Part I

The Witch World - Part II

The Socialists and the Jealous Witch

Old Friends, a Cube and a Tattoo

A Shattered Home

The Library of Alexandria - Part One

The Library of Alexandria - Part Two

A Bunch of Books and Dreams

The Star of David

Inevitable - Part One

Inevitable - Part Two

Oshtur's Blessing

The Guardian and The Scarlet Witch

Caught, Pantsless

Pairings: Chris Evans x Downey!Reader 

Warnings: explicit, slight smut at the beginning, swearing 

Summary: Y/n and Chris are caught having sex, by Anthony, the worst person to keep it quiet, especially on the press tour with her father. part of the evans’ series.

“We have to be quick.” Chris mumbled against her lips, her back pressed against the wall as he worked on the button of her pants.

“Romantic.” She said sarcastically.

But they did have to be quick, they were currently on the relentless press tour for Endgame and finding time to be intimate with each other was very rare, it was becoming too much for them, like a pair of horny teenagers.  

Y/n was walking out of their hotel room when she was grabbed and shoved against the wall, now here we are, forgetting in the heat of the moment that the door had been left ajar.  

Chucking her shirt off to the side Chris didn’t hesitate to dip his head and place kisses in between the valley of her breasts, a small moan escaping only spurring Chris further.

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louder for the people the back!!!!!!

scarlet johannson did not spend an entire decade fighting tooth and nail to make natasha into an actual character instead of the sex object writers wanted her to be while also having to endure the most vile, misogynistic questions during press tours for people to now disrespect her legacy because yelena is 'better'. the only reason why that is, is because of everything scarlet went through. natasha singlehandedly paved the way for every other female superhero in the mcu and don't you forget that

IM IMAGINING A PT2 IN MY HEAD LMAO

Stories We Lived Through sirius black x fem!reader

Summary: Sirius tells the story of how he met you in Azkaban.

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Sirius was nothing if not the human version of every upbeat song ever. He was warm, happy, and joked around a little too much. Even after the death of his best friend, even after he spent god knows how many years in Azkaban — the one thing he never let go was that smile on his face.

But there were times when Harry would note how his godfather stared off into empty spaces, or looked like the mask he was wearing was a bit heavy. Everyone had bad days, but Harry was determined to help Sirius, even if the man in question was the most stubborn being ever.

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— OLDER ! RICH ! SEVIKA × MODEL ! READER ( HCS ) —

౨ৎ - 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒': " was walking back home and started playing fashion killa , one of my fav songs .ᐟ.ᐟ , so why don't I put my fav things togheter ? , Sevika + rap . Here it is , should I make a part two , more domestic life ? "

𖹭 - Sevika meet you at a runaway after party, She wasn't supposed to be there, she hated those kinds of events but she came to fund a new sponsor and left with you instead.

𖹭 - You thought she was security at first... until you noticed the vintage gold Rolex, the custom cigar case, and the tailored suit.

𖹭 - You kissed her in the back garden. Lipstick on her jaw, smoke curling from her cigar, and didn't stop thinking about it for a week, that leading for a relationship barely 1 month after

𖹭 - Her credit card has no limit. But she only uses it to buy things she knows you'll forget you said you wanted, you smile like a child who just got a candy when she come home with a fur coat you watched on your phone last week and complimented it.

𖹭 - She has 2 Polaroids of you in her wallet, one of you almost glowing in the sun in the pool, smiling at her, and another of your naked after a long fuck, your hair spread on the sheets, body covered with sweat and... sticky substances, eyes shut, you dont know about the second picture.

𖹭 - Your perfume is custom. She commissioned it in Paris. The bottle's engraved with your initials and a date, her first night with you. You wear it when you want her undone.

𖹭 - She never talks to her stylists. Only yours. And only if they show her options for matching sets.

𖹭 - The first time you got cancelled after throwing a drink at the paparazzi, she brought the media not to talk about that and make people forget.

𖹭 - When you tell her you feeling with zero privacy, She start paying off paparazzi just so you can have one damn lunch in peace.

𖹭 - Her driver knows to bring you roses every Friday. Different color each week, per her order.

𖹭 - She keeps your favorite perfume in her car, your scent trailing even when you're not there.

𖹭 - Her password is your anniversary, and her wallpaper is your back in arch on the bed, naked.

𖹭 - You once fell asleep in her lap after a long show where you changed clothes at least 24 times, She didn't move for at least two hours.

𖹭 - She can't use Instagram for shit. Don’t have a pfp, bio and barely post anything, and when she does it's probably a new magazine you were. But she follows at least 10 fan pages of you.

𖹭 - She asked if you wanted kids. You said yes. She hasn't stopped looking at baby clothes since.

𖹭 - She buys you gowns you'll never wear. "For our daughter to inherit one day."

𖹭 - Your wedding? Private. Dare I say the most private of all, people just discovered when you started walking arround with a big ass ring in you finger.

𖹭 - till today, you always melt by her touch, just like the first night you both met, the night that both of your souls felt complete.

𖹭 - Since your marriage, she has always been clear that, wants to retire with you in one of her big and glamorous houses in italy

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𖹭 - She wakes you up with her mouth. Tongue lazy between your thighs, arms wrapped under your legs. You're dazed, half-asleep, hips already rolling up. She murmurs "Good morning, baby," into your skin, like it's the most natural way to start the day.

𖹭 - She keeps a private video of you tied up, begging, overstimulated and broken from too many orgasms.

𖹭 - Morning sex with espresso breath and tangled sheets is her favorite ritual.

𖹭 - She has a breeding kink, bad. It hits her hardest after high-fashion shoots where your waist looks extra small in gowns. She'll bend you over the bed, push in deep and growl, "Should fuck a baby into you, fill this perfect little body up until it's mine forever."

𖹭 - She's fucked you on the balcony of her penthouse with people below. "Let them hear you. Let them know who fucks you like this."

𖹭 - She fucked you with her strap while holding your vibrator on your clit. Didn't let you come until you called her "Mommy" with tears in your eyes

𖹭 - She's obsessed with your womb. Presses her palm over your belly, fucks deep until she feels the bulge. "This is mine too."

𖹭 - her almost cum in her pants when you degrade yourself.

𖹭 - She fucked you so hard the bed broke. Laughed after. "Guess we need sturdier furniture for this pussy, right baby, mhm?."

𖹭 - " shhh i know baby, momma got you so fucked, dont i? Look at you... m~mhm.. fuck! u can barely speak "

𖹭 - She's sent you videos of her stroking her strap slowly. Caption being "Waiting for you."

𖹭 - She fucks you like she hates you, holds you like she'd die without you

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Me: I hate cliches

Writer: The enemy goes to the main character for help because “they didn’t know where else to go”

Me: THE ENEMY GOES TO THE MAIN CHARACTER FOR HELP BECAUSE “THEY DIDN’T KNOW WHERE ELSE TO GO” !!!

The Date

Blog Details + My Library

Neville Longbottom x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warning(s): fluff, cursing, smut-ish, dry humping-ish, not proofread

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I can’t believe I agreed to another blind date. Tiffany owes me a lifetime of Cauldron Cakes if this doesn’t work out. The last time I went to one of these, she set me up with Justin Finch of all people and all he did was talk about himself. I just drank Butterbeer until he become barely. The date finally ended about two, agonizing hours later. As soon as we got back in the castle, we went our separate ways and I have not talked to him since.

Now, I’m sitting in Madam Puddifoot’s, in a corner, ten minutes early, trying to guess who my mystery date is. Tiff knows pretty much everyone at Hogwarts so it could be anybody really, but she only dates tools so I doubt it’ll be anyone good.

Five minutes go by before I hear the bell above the front door ring. It’s Neville. He looks a bit nervous. This is honestly the last place I thought I would see him. It’s not a very crowded place, so it’s good for an introverted person like him, but it’s a bit.. girly for him. But since he’s here, I can’t help but admire him. He’s gotten taller since we first got to university. He towers over a good amount of people at school. Even some of the professors.

His eyes wander around the room as if he’s looking for someone. Considering the only single person in here is me, I’m guessing that I’m his date. I get up from the table and walk over to him. His height is definitely intimidating up close, but his shyness makes it less intimidating.

“Hi Neville,” I say as gently as possible. I guess it works since I can visibly see him relax.

“Hi y/n,” He says not quite at a normal tone, but not a whisper either.

“I guess I’m your date,” A small smile wipes on my face. He nods his head, and we walk to where I was sat.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I ordered an herbal tea. That alright?” I ask as we sit down. He nods his head again and I nod in acknowledgement.

It’s quiet for a bit before Madam Puddifoot comes back with our tea.

“Anything else for you dearies?” I look over at him to see if he wants anything.

“Ginger Newts? Please?” She warmly smiles at him and toddles to the back. The quietness takes over again. I reach a hand over and hold his.

“You don’t have to be nervous Nev. It’s just me.” His eyes soften and he lets out an exhale.

“Y-You’re actually the prettiest girl in our grade.” My smile can’t help but widen at getting a full sentence out of him.

“Only in our grade? Damn, looks like I gotta aim for prettiest in the school.” He smiles at that, and we drink our tea.

The conversation goes smoothly after that. He loosened up. Even started telling some jokes. I laughed so hard that people started looking over in our corner. We would just shush each other and continue laughing. As we finished the tea and Ginger Newts, we decided to go walk around outside. The snow hasn’t hit us quite yet, so the weather is bearable. I learned that he loves Herbology. He has almost every type of plant at his house. He learned that I had a crush on him from our 1st to our 3rd year. The time went by fast. Too fast.

We barely make curfew as we stumble in. Our laughing turns into hushed tones, but smiles stay upon our faces.

“Do you want to come to my room? I think Harry and Ron said something about going to Hagrid’s and Dean and Seamus snuck off somewhe-“

“Are you trying to get me into your bed Neville?” My tone is teasing, but his face still turns red.

“No! No! I just thought-“

“You’re okay Neville. Let’s go. I’ve always been curious as to what boy’s dorm rooms look like.” I take his hand and lead him to Gryffindor tower. The walk isn’t long. That’s a lie, it’s very long. Especially with all the steps, but being with him made it go by faster. We continued talking, kind of loudly, while the painting looked at us with disdain.

There aren’t many people in the common room. A few stragglers. Dean and Seamus are there, but they’re so wrapped up in each other that they don’t even notice Neville and I walking upstairs. He opens the door and sure enough we’re the only ones there. I walk all the way in and take a look around. It looks a bit different than the girls dorms. It also smells a bit different than the girls dorm. I can tell the one in the middle is Harry’s. Seems fitting as he’s “the chosen one”. Whatever that means. I look back and see Neville standing next to a bed.

“I’m assuming this one is yours?”

He nods.

“Wanna sit?”

He nods again. I walk over and sit down while he’s unmoving.

“Nev, I thought we got over the shyness?” I pat the spot next to me and wait for him to sit down. Once he does, I hold his hands and look at him.

“Have you ever been with a girl Neville?” He shakes his head no. I lift a hand to his cheek and look into his eyes.

“Do you want to?” He doesn’t say anything. Almost like he’s frozen.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to do anything, but if you do, I need a verbal answer.”

“I,” he clears his throat, “I do.” I smile and lean in closer to him. My nose lightly bumps his before I peck his lips. I lean back to assess how he’s feeling. His eyes are still close, and his lips are slightly puckered, stuck in this kiss. I chuckle and lean back in. I reconnect our lips and at that moment swear that I will study every day as long as I get kiss Neville for the rest of my life. He says he’s never been with a girl but the way his lips move against mine tell me differently.

My legs straddle his lap, and my hands move down to the side of his neck. I can tell he’s hesitant to do anything else, so I help him by wrapping his arms around my waist. His arms tighten around me, bringing up closer. I move a bit to settle on his lap and feel a slight bulge meet my clothed core. Our lips momentarily part, but not by much. He groans against my lips and it’s one of the most beautiful sounds to ever reach my ears.

I kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck. He shudders underneath me which motivates me more. I remove myself from his lap and stand up. My top is first to go. His eyes are darkened as they stare at my figure. I raise my blouse slowly above my head. Only left in my lilac lace bra, I slowly unbuckle the belt to my jeans. I move them down my thighs and they fall down to my feet, revealing the matching panties.

“You gonna leave me half-naked by myself?” I tease. He gets up and takes his clothes off in record time. I try not to laugh so I don’t ruin the moment, but the way he almost trips on his trousers has me smiling to myself.

I take my place back on his lap and roll my hips against his crotch. My lips reconnect to his neck, and I kiss around until I find what I’m looking for.

“Fuck me,” I hear escape his lips.

Found it.

I suck on it while continuing to roll my hips. His noises become whimpers which goes straight down to my pussy.

“Can we- fuck. Can we try something?” I nod my head yes while slowing down my motions. His hands take a hold of my hips and bring me to a complete stop. I whimper at the loss of friction. My eyes move with the motion of his hands. He pulls his dick from his briefs and moves my panties to the side. He runs a finger through my folds and collects my slick, groaning at the feeling. He takes his finger and rubs it over his tip. It’s my turn to groan. I think I know what his idea was.

I wait until he moves his finger to place my pussy right on his shaft. He closes his eyes and I take the chance to place my lips on his. His arms take their rightful place back around my waist and I continue rocking my hips. His tip brushes up against my clit and I can’t help but to moan into his mouth. I rock a bit faster, and I feel him throbbing underneath me. I pull back reluctantly to catch a breath and his lips chase after mine. I’m embarrassed to admit how much that one simple thing turned me on. One more hip roll and my orgasm unexpectedly washes over me. I shudder and collapse into his figure but don’t stop. The overstimulation has me moaning in his ear. His hips start to roll up and meet mine. His soft moaning turns becoming louder, mixing with mine. His hold tightens and then his hips shudder to a stop. The sound he makes, makes me want to go a second round.

He loosens his hold and I look down in between us. His cum is still coming out in spurts. The sight alone should be in a porno. I take my index finger and swipe a bit of cum. My eyes close as the tanginess hits my tongue. The sound of the doorknob makes us turn our heads in sync. I reach over for my wand and close his curtains around us.

“Who’s been fucking in here? Damn!” Dean exclaims from the doorway. I hide my face in Neville’s neck as we silently laugh.

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ღ warnings: bad writing, that’s all.

ღ pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

you’ve been looking for your hoodie for the past 2 days. You could swear you left in in the laundry pile but when you got back it had been disappeared. Your girlfriend was about to come back from 3 day long mission, oh, how much you.ve missed her. As if she heard you, quinjet landed and your girlfriend came down. You ran to hug her, after a couple of minutes, when you pulled away, you looked down and surprise! She was wearing your hoodie.

“you had that??” She looked down shyly.

“well I wanted to have something that had your scent so that I wouldn’t miss you too much” you grabbed her chin softly and made her look at you. Was she blushing? You made one and only black widow blush?

“well then lets shower, get that blush washed out;)” she hit you playfully and started heading towards the shower.

“WAIT, can we shower together?”