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margowritesthings · 2 years

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A.K.A. Fragile

pairing: Jessica Jones x reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: angst, injury, mature language, smut, 18+, nudity, thigh riding, fingering (r receiving)

a/n: here is the Jessica Jones smut absolutely no one asked for!! This is actually my first time writing wlw smut so please forgive me if its not too polished. As always any feedback is v appreciated, as well as any reblogs or likes!

My requests are currently open!

A rather restless sleep is easily awoken by a hand running down your arm. You make a small groaning noise as you come around and fully wake up. It is still pitch black, save for the lights of Hell’s Kitchen streaming through the window. Damn, you must have fallen asleep before she came home.

“Jess?” You mumble, just about making out the silhouette of your girlfriend leaning over you in the darkness.

“Honey, I’m home.” She half-heartedly, fully-sarcastically sings, pushing a stray piece of hair from your forehead. You go to reach for the lamp on your side of the bed, but Jessica grabs your hand and entangles your fingers.

“How did it go?” You ask sleepily, your free hand wiping a bit of sleep from the inside corner of your eye. You glance at the little digital clock over on Jess’ side of the bed: 4:07AM.

“Great, yeah. Fine.” She says it too cheerily, and you know Jess far too well to believe her. You suddenly feel the stronger urge to get the lamp on.

“Are you hurt? What happened?” You manage to pull your hand away to prop yourself up, head now resting against the headboard. You reach once more for the lamp switch, but Jess grabs you once more.

“Don’t.” She orders, voice demanding yet pleading all at the same time and your heart sinks, knowing this means she got hurt, “I’m fine.”

“Then let me see.” You respond, your usual streak of stubbornness only heightened by the unknown level of hurt Jess was. You were quick and swift, enough to manoeuvre and grab the lamp switch.

Jess winced, both because of the sudden brightness ripping her pupils to tiny dots and the telling off she was undoubtedly going to get from you when you saw the blood on her face.

“Oh my god! Jess! You’re-“

“Bleeding, yes. I know. It’s just a scratch, y/n.”

Her words are sharp and would have hurt had you not expected them. Jessica always gets snappy when she’s hurt. Or, more accurately, when she feels weak.

You lean closer, and despite Jess’ squirming manage to get a closer look. There are a few marks of blood and mud on her cheek and nose, which she’d clearly tried to rub off before getting home, and she has a small cut on her lip, but the deep gash splitting her right eyebrow in two was what was concerning you.

“It’s nothing.” She spits, trying to swat your hand away like an annoying fly.

“Let me help you!” Your teeth are gritted now as you try to restrain Jessica but it is obviously in vain. She is too strong for you and grabs both your wrists easily. Now, the two of you are face to face, inches away from each other. Jessica’s stare is intense and you want to squirm under it. Somehow, you stay strong. Defiant, even.

“I don’t. Need. Help.” She emphasises, letting go of both your wrists harshly on the last word. They don’t hurt, but you rub them anyway, hoping to make Jess feel at least a little bad for snapping at you.

Looking back at her with a frown, you can actually see the injury now. A deep cut across her eyebrow and up her forehead, still bleeding. It looked bad, but hopefully not bad enough for stitches. Definitely needed cleaning up with more than the splash of whiskey it smelled like Jess had thrown onto it.

Jess sighs, hating seeing you look so miserable on account of her temper. You were both as stubborn as each other, especially when Jess was hurt. You needed to help her and she certainly didn’t need helping, both of you absolutely sure that your statement was fact.

“Im-” “Don’t. Don’t apologise, just let me clean you up.”

Wordlessly, Jess leaves the bedroom and you know you have won, even if she won’t say it aloud. You’re already wearing her t-shirt and don’t bother with anything other than your underwear as you throw on some socks and follow her to her desk. She knows the drill by now; you two have done this dance so many times that Jess knows to sit on her chair and direct the little office lamp to whatever body part the most severe injury was first. She has already done so by the time you’re at the desk, extensive Jessica-Jones-Is-Working-Tonight First Aid Kit in hand.

Jess’ face isn’t unlike thunder, her jaw tense and eyes unblinkingly following you get the supplies out of the box. When she sees you pull out the bottle of antiseptic, she groans and rummages through her desk drawer for her bottle of whiskey. You roll your eyes, though there is the smallest of smiles gracing your lips. Typical Jess. Your typical Jess, no matter how much her complete disregard for her own safety drove you up the wall.

You douse a cotton wool bud in the antiseptic, leaning closer to Jess’ forehead. Your lips are a hair away from her nose as you lean forwards, almost at a full right angle. Jess sighs, grabbing your hips and pulling them closer until the only thing you could do was open your legs to allow her knee through.

“Sit.” She demanded, cocking a brow very briefly and tapping her thigh. You roll your eyes again and scoff, but Jess’ expression is unmoving.

“You’re hurt.” You state simply, attempting to crouch awkwardly now to see the injury properly.

“Yes, on my head, not my lap. So, sit.” She is grouchy, but you’re more than used to that.

You don’t move, feeling every bit as stubborn as she is being. You know exactly where this will go if you keep letting Jessica get her way, and it doesn't involve a bandage, cup of warm milk and a good night's sleep.

“Jess, I’m not-” “For fucks sake, y/n, I’m not going to break!” She snaps, grasping your hips and forcing them down, so that you are straddling her lap. The sudden pressure on your clit jolts up your spine, but you just about manage to push the thought away to stare at Jess, open mouthed, brain whirring to find the right thing to say.

“I… I didn’t say you were going to break. I just thought-”

“Well don’t. Stop thinking. Stop talking, just…” Before you can even start to predict Jess’ next order, her hand is on your jaw, thumb and finger squeezing your cheeks and forcefully pulling your lips to her. Your resistance lasts about a second, before you’re exploring her mouth with just as much ferocity as she is yours, an ever so slight metallic tang on your tongue that you recognise as blood. You would protest, demand that she sort out her bloody lip, but her hands are pushing her t-shirt up your body and gripping your hips so that her fingerprints leave little red marks on your skin. She guides you down onto her thigh, the tightness in your core building as the silk of your panties rubs against your cunt delightfully. You can’t help but moan into Jess’ mouth and she knows that she has won.

Your hands reach for the zipper on Jess’ jeans but she swats your hand away, ripping them open herself and carelessly pushing them down her leg, not even bothering to take her boots off. A hand snakes to cup your pussy as Jess guides you to standing and breaks the kiss for long enough to snatch your panties away, exposing just how wet she can get you in such a short amount of time. Her touch is too fleeting.

She notices with a smirk, pushing your now naked cunt onto her bare thigh and catching your bottom lip between her teeth and biting down hard. You whimper, feeling the pain in your lip and the white hot pleasure of your clit grinding on Jess pulling your body apart like opposing magnets.

“You don’t take care of me, princess. I take care of you. Got it?” She grinds out, jaw tense as her eyes flick over your body, the sight of you dripping onto her thigh in nothing but her t-shirt enough to make her growl.

You try to nod as she grabs your face again, running her tongue across your bottom lip and opening your mouth with her tongue. A moan escapes your throat, your hips beginning to grind needily and instinctively.

“Who takes care of you?” She asks, darkened eyes roaming your pretty little face as you writhe under her grip.

“Y-You do.” You whimper, feeling your core tightening to dizzying levels as your clit throbs against Jess’ pale thigh. You need her to touch you or else you may crack under the pressure, you’re sure.

“Good girl.” The praise causes you to clench on nothing and Jess feels the twitch. Her hand floats towards your heat and you finally think you’re getting your way, but she stops, hovering.

“Jess, please…” you mewl, bucking your hips towards her to try and catch her fingers against you. She pulls back.

“Ride me, princess.” Jess whispers, filling one of her hands with a harsh grip of your ass and pulling you forward. You hesitate, remembering for a moment how you got here in the first place. She might have you drooling on her lap like her little pet right now, but she was still injured.

Ever the observer of your many faces, Jess grunts at you, grabbing you by the throat and pressing on just the right spots.

“I said ride me. Stop treating me like I’m fucking fragile and fuck me.”

She squeezes the handful of your ass and guides your hips across her leg. You want to protest, you really do, but you’re going lightheaded and god damn it you want to cum down your girlfriends leg.

Jess is rough with you, but you can take it. The friction between the two of you is too much and not enough all at once. You need more, need her, but your bratty whining and begging doesn’t seem to be working.

“Please, take care of me. I need you, Jess. I need you to take care of me…” you’re practically crying, coming apart right on top of her as she pulls your t-shirt up and takes one of your hardened nipples into her mouth and bites down. You cry out again and you feel tears prick your eyes, every inch of your body feeling as though it is falling through ice and fire all at the same time. Everything about this, you and Jess, is opposing. A big, confusing, powerful feeling that you chase and tease and pull out of each other.

Her vicious kisses travel up your breast, pass your collarbone and up your neck, Jess leaving fleeting bite marks occasionally as your final item of clothing is discarded on the floor. Finally, her teeth nip at your earlobe as she whispers, hot and low, “Come for me, baby…”

A hand is forced between your cunt and Jess’ leg, her fingers finding your swollen nub with ease. She has barely touched you and you unravel, gripping onto Jess’ jacket so hard you think you might rip it as you ride her hand. Just as you think you’re peaking, you feel two fingers enter you and curl against your g-spot. Everything goes fuzzy and distant but the feel of Jess’ breath tickling your skin and her fingers pounding into you. You forget it, all of it, as your mind can think of only holding onto Jess for dear life lest you shatter into tiny pieces right on the floor.

You scream out Jess’ name, though you’re sure you’ve been doing that this whole time without realising, as you come back down to earth, Jess’ drenched fingers lazily pumping in and out of you to ease you back to reality.

Energy depleted, you slump into her, your foreheads resting together in a tender moment following such a heated… conversation. Jess places a kiss on your nose before sliding her hand under your thigh, pulling both legs to drape over her lap. You nuzzle into the crook of her neck like a jigsaw piece fitting perfectly and sigh contentedly, closing your eyes for a brief moment of peace. Forgetting the argument and the injury and everything else that had happened that night, you’re just grateful to have Jess back, her heart beating against yours as she holds you.

“Jess?” You mumble, intertwining your dainty fingers with Jess’, still a little sticky from your previous activities.

“Hmm?” She doesn’t bother with proper words, just watching your two sets of fingers weave around each other.

“I’ve still gotta clean your wound, you know…”

“Shit.”

#jessica jones x reader #jessica jones x you #jessica jones #jessica jones imagine #jessica jones smut #jessica jones imagines #jessica jones headcannon #margofiore

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matchesarelit · 9 months

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MatchesAreLit Masterlist

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Dark Matter

Three

The Bridge* (small imagine)

Bunking

Meeting back up with the crew of the Raza but with their new crew members there’s only one bed left at the end of the night.

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Just us

Lars has invited you over to the lab before, so why is it awkward today?

Scientists of an Absurd Field

You visit the lab and as always the air is full of condescending words and unspoken compliments.

Workplace Attire (small imagine)

In the aftermath of Garraka Lars makes his way back to the lab... You are just a little amused at the state he's in.

Zookeeper

The only thing left for the day was feeding the ghosts their dinner... Lars is there and ready to help, help keep you company that is.

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David

Research (small imagine)

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Lucifer Morningstar

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Detective Hatch is reunited with a friend when she is transferred to LA but what will happen when she gets ‘acquainted’ with the Devil.

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Dick Grayson

The Mysteries Of Dick Grayson*

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Felicity Smoak

Proposal (small imagine)

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Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

Dorian Gray

The Newest Fad

A new club has Dorian’s empty and he is furious... until hes not. I mean how could he be with that familiar voice in his ear.

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Old ‘Friends’

You visit the home of two women who are practically family, but so much has changed in the last 70 years since you lost your best friend. what will it be like to see him again.

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Tin Can Bros

Scrags

Hands up (small imagine)

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Grimm

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Who

11th Regeneration

“Sorry”* (small imagine)

Make out sesh (small imagine)

10th Regeneration

Two Hearts (small imagine)

Clara Ozwald

“Best Friends” ... sure (small imagine)

Rory Williams

A Hunky Nurse

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Stranger Things

Robin or Steve

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While staying with the Hendersons you meet someone new.

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Poly (small imagine)

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Ian Malcolm

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Au pairs and attacks

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Evan Peters

An Interesting Rest

During a week or so break off of filming you and some friends go on a trip, that results in a new friend who looks strikingly familiar. But will this friendship tear apart another?

Fp Jones

Picnic (small imagine)

Tommy Shelby

An Easy Target

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solitaryearthperson · 1 year

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Shopping for Jess

Summary: The reader takes Jessica shopping for more stuff for the apartment.

(The reader is female and the age is 18+. The ethnicity/race is any.)

“Jess,” I said her name, shaking her shoulder a little to get her to wake up.

The only response I received was another tired grunt and her digging her face further into her pillow.

“Jeeess,” I whined, shaking her shoulder harder, finally seeing her open her eyes and lift her head from the pillow. She turned and looked up at me with annoyance and her dark hair tangled and messy on her head,

“What,” She asked, yawning.

“We need to go to the store.”

“Why?”

“Because you have no food.”

“Yes, I do.”

“No, you don’t.” Maybe it was because of her being drunk damn-near 24/7 or being a super person, but Jess tended to forget that she needed to eat and eat regularly.

“I can order pizza or something, later.” She grabbed her cover and was about to turn to lay back down, but I quickly pulled it from her hands and pulled the rest of it off her.

“We’re going to the store and picking up things to eat. Healthy food. Food you can eat everyday to be healthy.” I didn’t give her time to respond as I quickly turned and left the room, deciding to sit on her ugly couch and wait for her to get dressed and ready.

“I can literally just order something,” I heard her whine again as we entered another aisle. “Pizza, Chinese, Thai, Mexican-”

“But yet, you're picking up a box of cereal,” I interrupted her, looking over my shoulder to see her putting a large box of Frosted Flakes into the shopping cart.

“You said to get food I’ll eat,” she said, defensively.

Taking a couple cans of soup from the shelf and dumping them in the cart, I turned to her. “I said healthy food, as well.”

I looked down into the cart and counted all the things we had. Most of the things I picked up were cans of soup and fruit in case of emergencies, whole fruits and vegetables, frozen dinners, and various other things, while most of the things Jessica dropped in, were absolute junk food and booze.

“I’m super. I can’t get sick, remember,” she reminded me for the hundredth time.

“You’re not invincible. You need to stay strong and healthy.”

“I am healthy. And strong.”

“Drinking bourbon day and night, and only eating takeout is not what most doctors consider healthy, but okay.” I grabbed the cart and began pushing it into the next aisle. “You have any tampons?”

“Um,...” Jessica stayed silent, looking at me, unsurely.

“So you don’t know,” I continued into the aisle and picked up a box and dropped it into the cart. “Does being super mean no more periods or keeping track of them?”

“Excuse me if I don’t know the exact number of shit in my place,” she replied.

“You need any toilet paper, paper towels...”

“Ummm,” Again, Jessica didn’t know the answer and once again, I wondered how this woman survived for so long.

"Okay, let's go get some more," I sighed turning the shopping cart around and making my way to the next aisle, Jess following closely behind me.

After we got all the things we needed for her place, me and Jess both paid for the groceries and, using her super strength, she carried all of them to the car, telling me to not worry about it and to just get in the car and relax. I had a feeling that she was just going to dump all of it in the trunk and not even try to organize or arrange it safely, but I ignored it, already tired from all of the searching and walking around the store.

I was trying to find the right radio station for us, when she opened the car door and got in.

"You put everything in the trunk," I asked, giving up on the radio.

"Yep," she replied, but she had a strange look on her face.

"What's wrong?"

She didn't say anything for a minute, her face looked as if she was contemplating telling me something.

"Jess?"

"Thank you," she finally said, her voice stiff.

"For what?"

"For this," she pointed to the store. "For taking care of me. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Jessica," I could feel heat coming to my cheeks and decided it was best to begin the drive home now.

Putting my hand on the gear shift, I was about to place it in drive when I suddenly felt Jessica's hands grab my face and turn my head towards her to meet her lips with mine. Her actions took me off guard so at first I didn't do anything, but after a second I quickly reciprocated the kiss to her with enthusiasm. When I felt like I needed to breathe I slowly pulled away from her, keeping my face still close to hers.

"What was that for?"

"Cuz I love you and I don't say it enough," she told me, her pale cheeks turning light pink after she spoke.

Clearing her throat, she settled back into the passenger seat, trying to hide a grin that I could see was beginning to grow on her face. "So...let's go home and put all this shit up."

Like Jess, I tried to control the grin that was growing on my face and quickly put the car into drive. Jess wasn't good with expressing her emotions and she wasn't really a fan of PDA, so I knew it took a lot for her to do that, even if we're in the privacy of the v car. Pulling out of the spot and out of the parking lot, I began the drive back home, while my mind was coming up with different ideas to show Jess how much I loved her back.

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castlecult · 1 year

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𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫 : 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐭𝐨𝐲𝐬

pairing : jessica jones x fem!reader

warnings : +18, use of a sex toy ( dildo ), oral sex ( r receiving ), not proofread lol

event : kinktober 2022

“i think we should try some extra stimulation.”

these were the words used by jessica the prior week. what you weren’t expecting was her coming to your apartment with a bag from a sex shop. she didn’t wanted to show you until you two were in bed, so it thrilled and made you nervous at the same time.

and there you were now. jessica was taking her time kissing around your body, her lips went to your neck, your breasts, you stomach, your thighs, and then, after you started panting, jessica took off your panties and cold air hit your warm center. you tried to close your legs but her body stopped you.

“don’t get so shy, now,” she chuckled and moved a bit to grab the bag, your curious eyes followed her action and you almost choke on air when she pulled out a dildo from the bag. “jess…” you whispered, surprised.

“get it ready for me, would ya?” she kneeled between your legs and got closer, she playfully tapped its head to your lips. you kitten licked it, the feeling unusual and strange, then tried to take as much as you could into your mouth.

jessica guided the dildo in and out your mouth, gently, so you could spread your saliva all around it. you sucked on it, closing your eyes. jess staring at you made you shiver and you felt your cheeks heating up.

once she was satisfied, she pulled it out completely and moved down your body, squeezing your thigh in a teasing way. “good girl,” she praised and kissed your lips before spreading them with two fingers, diving into your sex. she circled your clit with her lips, sucking and licking hard. you gripped the sheets with your fists and moaned loudly.

you parted your legs more, seeking the pleasure provided by her skilled tongue, and jessica pushed the dildo into your warm channel, taking you by surprise. you arched your back when it hit that spot inside your pussy, making you almost scream. the stimulation seemed to be already too much.

“ah, fuck!” you arched your back. your moans filled jess’ ears while she kept lapping on your swollen clit and push deep and hard the dildo, hitting all the right posts to make you see stars. you quickly grew closer to your peak, you moved your hips following the dildo’s thrusting.

thanks to the stimulation both on your clit and inside you, you finally came, reaching your orgasm. you clenched hard around the toy, gushing around it. jessica kept sucking on your clit, overstimulating you. you couldn’t form words, so you just whined and tried to push her away with your hands.

“that was amazing,” she smirked before licking her lips, staring down at you, panting and shaking from the strong release.

an : i’m not very proud of this one, but here it is anyway lol pls be kind 🙈 have a good day !! <3

kinktober tag list : @alexxavicry @withakindheartx

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banditthewriter · 1 year

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Government trained assassin Jess, but make it comedy/fluff.

(Platonic. I can’t see her taking orders from anyone, but I could definitely see her using what she was taught to make it clear she won’t be coming back and killing people, lbr)

Here you are dear, hope you like it.

*gif not mine*

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A bloodied Jessica Jones was in your bathroom, cleaning up. You watched television with the volume low in case she called out for you. It wouldn't be the first time she'd need you to clean up for her.

"Was it a contract or just you doing your civic duty?"

You heard a harrumph come from the bathroom.

"Little bit of both," she said as poked her head out of the bathroom to look at you. "There was a guy that parked in a handicap parking spot without a placard. I decided to just end it right then and there."

You stared at here, your eyebrow raising incrementally as you waited to see if she would tell you if she was kidding or not. Instead she ducked back into the bathroom.

You turned to the television and turned the volume down lower before you switched over to the news. Just in case.

A few minutes later Jess called out to you so you hopped off the couch and jumped a bit as your foot had fallen asleep. Then you walked into the bathroom.

"Did you murder him in my bathroom? Why do you always make such a mess?"

Blood was splattered everywhere. There were a few smears where it was obvious she'd started to try to clean but then gave up. She shrugged a shoulder and pointed at her side before she thrust the first aid kit at you.

"Jess, I have a very serious question for you," you said a few minutes later while you worked on her cut.

She looked at you in the mirror, her eyebrows pulled together with sincere concern. She nodded when you met her eyes to show she was listening.

"Was it actually a guy in a handicap spot?"

Her face barely showed any change. Instead she grabbed the bottle of bourbon beside her to take a long sip.

"You'll never know."

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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 years

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Jessica Jones taking care of you while you're on your period

A/N: periods suck :/ also the reader's gender is never specified so this can be read by anyone who has a uterus and experiences their monthly gift from hell

Warnings: mentions of periods/menstrual cycles, cramps (they deserve their own warning tbh), talk of menstruation products, slight swearing, brief mention of alcohol

Jessica's really weird about periods

Like, you know she gets them, but the only time she ever mentions anything to do with them is when she runs out of pads or tampons or something and has to go out to get more

She's the type of person to down a bottle of Advil and just try to grit through the pain, so you won't even know she's having one unless she flat out tells you

If you're like her, then she won't spend a lot of time on the subject

Not because periods disgust her or anything, she's just got better things to do than sit around talking about them and whether or not she has a heavy flow

She'll tell you where she keeps her period products and to let her know when you run out and be done with it

If you're the exact opposite of her, however, then oh boy

Obviously she's not the best when it comes to comforting people, because she's not a very touchy feely person in general

Also Jessica doesn't like most people enough to care about trying to comfort them lmao

But with you, she's different

Sure, she's still a little standoffish, but at least she tries

When she saw you stagger into her office one morning, blanket wrapped around you, she didn't know what to think until you looked at her and say, "I just started my period"

She left you alone at first, thinking you'd be more content that way

It wasn't until she went to check on you a couple hours later and you asked if she'd cuddle with you that she realized you'd actually prefer her company

She was about to mumble out how she had to work on a case, but the hopeful look in your eyes caused her to respond with something completely unexpected

"Yeah, sure"

She ended up staying in bed with you for the rest of the day, although she did end up taking her laptop with her so she could keep working

Whenever your cramps get bad she makes sure you're stocked with a hot water bottle and plenty of chocolate, because as much as a hardass she may be Jessica hates seeing you in pain

If you ever run out of pads/tampons/any other sort of period product, she'll go out and get you some more (along with another bottle of booze for her)

Overall, she's really not that bad at taking care of you when you really need it

Just don't bring it up afterwards, she has a reputation to uphold

Taglist: @anxiously-sad @iloveentrapta @ghot-girl @taecube @blkroyalty1 @nevilleismywhore @multiyfandomgirl40 @xxromanoffxx

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fandomnerd9602 · 9 months

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Can you do a Jessica Jones x reader one please.

Jessica throws a goon across the room...

Jessica: don't lay a hand on my boo!

Y/N: that's something I'd never thought I'd hear you say

Jessica: well you are

Y/N: aww thanks baby

A couple more goons come into the room...

Y/N: fight off these goons and cuddle session later?

Jessica: sounds like a plan

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #jessica jones #jessica jones x reader #defenders #marvel netflix #kristen ritter #aka alias #marvel knights

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emotinalsupportturtle · 6 months

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same(ish) pose opposite vibes

I would run like a little child and hug one of them and run away from the other at the speed of light

this is really a testament to the fact that you don't actually have to change much of your appearance, general mannerisms or accent to perfectly embody completely opposing characters

#this is what you call range #he looks nearly the same #but it's still really hard to imagine it's the same person #10th doctor #kilgrave #doctor who #jessica jones #david tennant #he's an acting chameleon FFS #he actually is though #I mean even if you haven't watched either you can see the pure joy in one face and the pure evil in the other #on a side note i love how they just gave him a suit and combed his hair but kilgrave is still the most terrifying marvel villain #no CGI no special effects no over the top displays of power needed #and basically gave the doctor just sticky up hair #and that was enough to embody a 900 year old alien #who was very animated and also perfectly embodies how otherworldly the character was while still having character depth and relatability #thank you for coming to my TED talk guys

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eternalplutoniangoddess · 9 months

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Kilgrave x Siren!reader Headcanons

AN: I was thinking about him today, might write a fic ;)

-He has you lure his enemies/victims but gets enraged when he sees them get too "into it"

-Has you lull him to sleep at night

-If he has flashbacks of his childhood, he would ask you to soothe his thoughts away with your voice

-He is possessive of your voice and forbids you from singing without permission

-He won't hesitate to threaten your vocal cords if his control begins to wear off

-He wouldn't admit it but he grew fond of you.

-But if the time came when you were no longer his, he wouldn't cry too much if you become collateral

#kilgrave x reader #kilgrave headcanons #kilgrave imagine #jessica jones

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mostsanescarletspiderfan · 2 months

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Superheroes who hear just regular clothes to do their job look so stupid, like the other day I was thinking about new avengers and how Luke was literally the leader of the damn team and he still just wore regular stuff, hell Jessica even came back to using her costume for the special like Jesus it's so weird.

Kon-el I'm looking at you.

#imagine fighting crime in jeans #“let's suit up” and the guy next to you buttons up his shirt #luke cage #jessica jones #kon el #comic books #marvel #dc comics

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lesbian-deadpool · 2 years

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Steve: Be nice, Bucky.

Bucky: Why start now?

#source: jessica jones #incorrect marvel quotes #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes #stucky #avengers imagine #avengers #marvel imagine #marvel #MCU imagine #MCU

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margowritesthings · 1 year

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A.K.A. She Saved Me

pairing: Jessica Jones x reader

word count: 3660 words

moodboard

request: could you do something where a fem reader gets cornered by a group of drunk men and then jessica jones beats the hell out of all of them just to save her? then she takes the woman home with her and the reader cuddles Jess instead of wanting sex, which im sure jess isn't used to lol

warnings: angst, injury, mature language, cat-calling and predatory behaviour, creepy men in alleyways, violence, making out

a/n: this one is dedicated to my best friend in the whole wide world @inkandbloodbound. merry christmas, my angel. I hope you have the most magical time <3

taglist: @inkandbloodbound @cassidylynnj @kimberl1y15

piece no. 6 of margo's christmas spectacular

The first time you heard Jessica Jones, you were unpacking boxes, enjoying how cohesive your favourite book series editions looked next to each other on the shelf in your living room, as well as enjoying the fact that you finally had your own place and could put your favourite books in your living room in the first place. Your speakers were yet to be found in one of the many boxes, but you honestly just liked the sounds of Hell’s Kitchen below you, which was why your window was wide open (Well, as open as the broken latch would allow).

It wasn’t peaceful by a long stretch, with the constant angry commuters honking their horn, the occasional police siren and honest-to-god one time exclamation of ‘I’m walkin here!’, but to you, it was heaven. The freedom of finally having a place to call your own just simply couldn’t be dampened.

“Fucking- Shit!”

You frowned, looking around the room as though the source definitely hadn’t just come from directly upstairs. God, you really hoped it hadn’t just come from directly upstairs. You were sure you could handle anything here if it meant your own space, but a loud, cursing upstairs neighbour who-

BANG

-banged around the place definitely wasn’t ideal. No, no, it’s fine. It was only once, maybe they just dropped their crossword book or scratched their really quiet Mozart record?...

“Fucking cocksucking DICKS!”

…Maybe not.

Let it be known that you were no prude. You knew what to expect when you moved into the notorious Hell’s Kitchen and it wasn’t anything you hadn’t heard or seen before. However, that didn’t stop your nerves fraying slightly at the sound of what was surely a plate smashing on the ceiling/floor you shared with your upstairs neighbour.

You stood with a sigh, making it over to your window to close it. A shame, really, because the breeze was lovely.

Your fingers hooked the window catch but paused before pulling it as you strained to hear footsteps stomp towards you from above. You don’t know how you knew to do it, but you felt compelled to stick your head out of the window, just in time to see a laptop fly out of the window of the apartment above you. Impressive throw.

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The first time you saw Jessica Jones, she was shoving a too-big pizza box into the too-small garbage disposal unit into the mail/garbage room of the apartment building you shared. You knew instantly that she was the girl with the laptop. Or rather, the girl who probably didn’t have a laptop right now. Either way, she didn’t spot you, too engrossed in attempting to fold up four layers of thick cardboard into some sort of origami mess that wasn’t ever going to fit into that garbage unit.

Your trash bag was swinging from your outstretched arm as you walked awkwardly to prevent it from crashing against your legs. It kind of smelled like decaying flesh in the garbage room and the splutter-cough combo escaping your lips became inevitable, alerting the angry girl to your presence. She quickly turned to face you, her jet black hair whipping around her leather clad shoulder, stare so fierce it felt as though someone had dumped a bucket of ice cold water on you.

You weren’t sure what exactly you were expecting from the foul-mouthed laptop killer who lived above you, but it certainly wasn’t this. She was pale, with striking dark eyes and hair that made you feel this intense, ineffable feeling. Her biker jacket hugged her strong figure in a way you were sure could have the power to leave you fighting for breath under less garbage-related circumstances.

Electricity seemed to crackle in the air as you both stood looking at each other. You had an urge to speak, as two people who had been staring at each other for 7 seconds (and counting) often would, but nothing seemed to suffice for the weirdly weighted moment. You didn’t know why.

Neither of you spoke and you began to wonder if a silence had ever gone on for so long or felt so much for so little reason. You thought about speaking, but no words appeared in your mind that wouldn’t have you cringing for the next three days thinking about this very conversation.

The tension was palpable, the invisible chord between you growing tighter and tighter until… it wasn’t. Your extraordinary upstairs neighbour turned on the heavy heel of her boot, back to the half crushed pizza box hanging pathetically from the disposal unit. She yanked the box out of the hole, threw it onto the floor and stamped on it with enough power to flatten it completely in just one go. You remained completely speechless, mouth ever so slightly parted as she finally managed to violently shove the box into the unit.

The doorway you were standing in was narrow, but your mystery neighbour managed to manoeuvre past you, throwing you a smirk so brief you almost questioned the reality of it.

And she was gone. And you were alone.

Holding a garbage bag.

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When you finally met Jessica Jones, it was cold and dark. Your cheeks pinched just as you realised that your thin hoodie wasn’t nearly enough. You could actually see your breath, as well as steam coming out of the grates. Wow, New York really was the dramatic stereotype you saw on TV. Hopefully not too much like on TV, as you were walking alone in an alleyway around the back of a dive bar. If you were on a show, it would have been the first scene of a murder mystery show, and everyone knows the girl in the first scene never makes it past the theme tune.

You shook your head as you pulled your jacket tighter around you, hoping it would shake the ridiculous notion out of your mind so you could actually walk home. The only route that didn’t involve dive bar alleyways added an extra 20 minutes to your journey which, in this cold, seemed a far worse fate than some creepy shadows.

Wait, creepy shadows?

“Hey there, hot stuff!”

Fuck.

You carried on walking, careful not to pick up your pace in fear of the cause of the knot in your stomach breaking into a run after you. The alleyway wasn’t too long, you honestly could make it in just a few more ste-

“My friend over there is talking to you, baby…” The man who stepped out in front of you was calmer than his companion, which was somehow so much worse. He also blocked the exit onto the street and your stomach dropped in complete dread at the realisation that you were truly stuck and that your life really was about to become a media stereotype of the big apple.

Frozen in your tracks, you weighed the options. Option 1: there were no options. At that moment, you regretted many things, but laughing at your mom’s moving gift of pepper spray, leaving it in that junk drawer in your kitchen began to rank the highest. Your blood rushed in your ears so loudly that you didn’t hear what the man walking towards you was saying. It seemed somewhat insane to ask him to repeat himself, so you didn’t, instead adopting an expression of defiance in an attempt to make your ignorance seem meaningful and intentional. The chuckle you heard next, coupled with the hard body you felt against your back sent shards of ice through your nervous system. Trapped, completely trapped, you balled your hands into fists so tightly there were raw moons in your palms from your fingernails, hoping you could remember one single goddamn thing about self defence class.

Your mind came up empty, because of course it did and your lips began to ghost words that your throat couldn’t seem to form. You wanted to scream, to tell them to fuck off and knee them right where it would hurt most, but you never got the chance, even if you thought in any way shape or form you could muster the wits to thaw yourself.

“Hey! These guys bothering you?”

You’d know that voice anywhere, it was the place your mind wandered to when you were supposed to be focused on your writing, the one you heard on the phone at 3am sometimes, muffled by the floor between you. You could never tell what she was saying, but you always knew it was her. She paced when she took a phone call, and she rarely took her boots off or went to bed earlier than 4. She hadn’t thrown any more valuables out of her window, at least not while you were home, and she got take-out almost every night. Thinking about her made you feel flustered. You knew all these things to be true, despite never saying a word to this mystery girl.

But now she was here, infamous boots striding towards your attackers, her face too consumed in shadows to be fully seen.

“Ain’t nothin for you to worry your little head about, sweetheart. This is a private conversation between friends, got it?” The one standing by your front was so close to you his beer breath crept right into your space, nausea bubbling inside you and mixing with the pure panic coursing through your veins.

“She doesn’t exactly look like she wants to be friends with you. Maybe you should fuck off.” She was a whole new brand of direct. Pure bluntness, the kind you could only ever dream of being. This woman had never people pleased in her entire life, and it was… ridiculously attractive. Especially when it was being weaponized to protect you. She didn’t even know you, and yet here she was, clenching her fists at the slime bothering you.

The foulest smelling one, the one at your front, turned on his heel slowly, just as his friend stepped to the side of you to join him.

“And just who do you think you’re talking to, bitch? Now, we’re about to fuck this pretty little thing, so we’d appreciate it if you-”

Wham

The sound of knuckles smashing against the flesh of the guy’s cheek was so loud it echoed around the alleyway. You just about managed to step to the side so that he didn’t fall into you. Jet black hair whipped down as your knight in shining leather ducked briefly from the second man’s failed attempt at a counter-attack. She used the momentum to push back to standing and crack the guy's jaw, who fell into his hobbling friend with enough force to knock them both over. They hit the floor, scrambling, and there was that awful sound of flesh on pavement. You would have winced, were you not absolutely frozen to the spot, jaw agape whilst your eyes fixated on her, refusing to break from those damn hypnotising eyes.

There were groans behind you, though the origins of them didn’t seem to be attempting a suave recovery. The tension grew, the silence lengthened, it was exactly like that electricity generated between the two of you in that garbage room, but with a slightly better smell in the air. Slightly.

She appeared to be surveying you, hazel eyes dyed near black by the shadows breaking the contact with your own wide stare to roam over you. They stopped at your hands, shaking madly, part from the chill in the air, part the enduring anxiety from what she’d saved you from. At this observation, her features seemed to soften, crease between her knitted frowning brows disappearing entirely.

“We should get outta here. You live in my building, right?”

Her voice was deep and it reminded you of thick honey and spiced rum, but her tone was much, much softer than the way she spoke to her former laptop. You nodded, feeling your breath hitch when she grabbed your hand and briskly walked you out of the alleyway.

In a few turns, you were back in civilization, with cars honking and people stalking past with their heads down and earphones on full blast. It took you a few moments for your mind to catch up, but when it did, you managed to shout a thanks over the noises of Hell’s Kitchen.

“Don’t mention it.” She responded, stopping once you were at least a couple of streets away from the scene of the crime and turning to you. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” She began to scan over you again, though there were no injuries to be found. You shook your head, your hand feeling weirdly cold and empty after she dropped it.

“I-I’m fine. But really, thank you. I don’t know what I would have done without you…” You trailed off, realising that despite all these strangely weighted encounters, you didn’t actually know her name. And yet your hand was still fucking tingling.”

“Jess.” “Jess.” You repeated, hating how breathless it came out but loving just how well it suited her. It sounded ridiculous, but looking at her you swore you could see a level of concern and protection you had never experienced before in your life in Jess’ face. And you knew you had to know more, peel back the layers of the hardened shell with the guarded stance and bruised knuckles and find whatever softness was rooted back in those tired eyes. This was the third time Jessica Jones had somehow been thrust into your life, and maybe you’d be a fool to leave it up to chance again.

So you didn’t.

“Can I buy you a drink, Jess?”

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Walking back from the bar wasn’t nearly as hard with Jess by your side. It had been 3 hours, and yet you felt the safest you’d felt since moving here when she was with you. One drink turned into two, that turned into four and then you were giggling whilst Jess explained her vehement hatred of the super in your building, the warmth of whiskey stopping the shivers.

“I mean, come on. Nobody needs to see your ass crack every time you take out the trash, man.” “He always glares at me, I have no idea what I did but he really doesn’t like me.” “Nah, he glares at everyone. You’re good.”

You feigned wiping sweat from your brow theatrically, just as the two of you reached the door to the apartment building.

“Home sweet home…” You mumbled, watching Jess hold the door open for you and follow you into the elevator. She stood right beside you, shoulders touching as she pressed the button for her floor and her floor only. The doors closed and the air suddenly became thick and warm but somehow sent a shiver down your spine.

The spark was there, that much you were sure of, if not by the way it was practically lighting the two of you up in the bar, then by the lingering hand Jess left every time she took a drink from you or vice versa, the way her eyes didn’t leave you until the very last second when you went to the bathroom. She was attracted to you and you were damn sure that not only was she the most beautiful woman you’d ever met, but also the most interesting. Four drinks wasn’t nearly enough to even begin to understand her and that enthralled you. You had to know more, and you were pretty sure you could see the opportunity presenting itself.

The muted ding of the rusty elevator bell rang out just barely and the doors slid open with a creak. Jess stepped out, turning almost… nervously to you.

“Do you… wanna come in? I have shit whiskey and two day old pizza if you’re hungry.”

A smirk tugged at your lips, “Well, when you offer me something as grand as that, how could I possibly refuse?”

If it wasn’t for the slightly different damp patches and wallpaper peelings on the walls, it could have passed for your own floor. Getting to Jess’ apartment from the elevator was just like walking to yours, until you spot the door. The glass centred in the brown door is opaque, with the words ‘Alias Investigation’ printed onto it. You were pretty sure that wasn’t even remotely allowed in the building, but also weren’t about to question the ins and outs of Jessica’s war with the superintendent.

Jess unlocked the door, holding a hand out to let you pass through first. While the structure was the same as yours, it was definitely a different place. Comforting furniture was scarce, save for the sofa opposite the desk, which Jessica gestured towards. You sat, sinking into the cushions whilst she headed for the kitchen, switching on a lamp on the way. The warm bulb illuminated the grey walls, littered with what you assumed were case notes and photos.

A private investigator… somehow, all you can think is of course. It suited her perfectly, which made you wonder what qualified you to make that judgement. You couldn’t wonder for very long, as Jessica came back with a bottle of whiskey and nothing else. She sat right next to you, handing you the bottle.

“There aren’t any clean glasses.” She explains unashamedly, leaning right back into the couch. The smoky drink burns down your throat when you take a swig, a satisfying pop sounding out when your lips part from the neck of the bottle.

Then, there was the world’s most strangely comfortable silence, with only the occasional splash of amber liquid whenever it was passed between the two of you. With each turn, the brushes of skin got more tender, lasted for longer and took more breath away and before you knew it, the bottle was on the floor and you were both panting in each other's air. Your lips a hair away, Jess’ pale hand slowly reached closer and closer.

Maybe it was the buzz of whiskey, the burn of your throat, or maybe it was this tightening tension you weren't sure you could handle for much longer that made you so bold to find yourself here.

When the final space between your cheek and Jess’ fingertips was breached, the Earth stopped spinning. You could see it all, playing out as if the seconds were years and years spent between kindred souls. It all made sense, why everything was so weighted every time you encountered her, why you grinned every time you heard her curse from upstairs or the tightening of your chest when you thought about her crushing the pizza box into the trash. You two were always going to end up here, it was inevitable. You were supposed to be right here and grab onto Jessica Jones and never let her go.This was so much more than either of you could begin to comprehend, which overwhelmed you, stealing the floor from beneath you.

And then your lips were crashing together in a passionate frenzy, tongues dancing, fingers entangled in each other's flowing hair. She tasted like the whiskey, but with strong undertones of something you’d never tasted before. You were hooked.

Jessica pulled on your hair, lifting your chin to allow her access to kiss up and down your neck. A moan is pulled from you that just couldn’t be helped, but you don’t care. You were sure Jessica Jones had the ability to play a symphony with you. You couldn’t wait to hear it.

But you should wait. A nagging feeling pulls at your gut when Jess pushes your back down into the sofa. She was fumbling with your zip when your hands grabbed her wrists. Jess looked up at you expectantly, worry briefly crossing her expression, “You alright?”

You nodded quickly, your heart rate tripling when you realised how affected she was by the mere possibility that you were uncomfortable. She felt this too. You knew it more than you knew she was never awake before 11am, which you knew was an absolute.

“I’m good. I just… Can we just lay here for a bit?” You felt silly, a blush surely creeping up your neck and onto your cheeks, but it somehow felt like the only thing you could possibly fathom right now. As much as you were borderline desperate to witness her orchestrate more of this delicious experience, something told you not now.

The look of pure surprise, pulling Jess’ brows upwards sent a pang of regret running from head to toe. It dissipated when she nodded, so very obviously fighting a grin that told you that nobody had ever asked her to do that before.

“Budge over.” She demanded. You happily, eagerly obliged, shifting enough that Jess could slide underneath you. It was a tight squeeze, the sofa definitely not designed for anyone but its single owner, but that only meant you had to squeeze in close. Your head fit on her chest, the curve of your waist snuggling right up into her. She was radiating heat and you could feel her heart pounding. Yours was too.

You looked up, a light laugh escaping you unintentionally. Snaking her arm around your neck, Jess glanced down at you, “What?”

“It’s just like cloud gazing. That one looks like a turtle.” You explained, referring to the water stains on the ceiling. Jessica laughed (in the form of a sharp exhale through her nose).

“How romantic.” The sarcasm dripped from her voice, as did the amusement. Maybe it was a snap judgement, but when you first watched her massacre a pizza box, you never expected to be able to make her laugh as much as you had. It was a wonderful victory, if you did say so yourself.

Nothing sexual happened between the two of you that night, but it was quite possibly the most intimate thing that has ever happened to you. You talked, spotted animals and former presidents in the ceiling and fell asleep intertwined in each other.

Jess continued to save you again and again, in every way imaginable. But that was kind of your thing, saving each other until the end of time.

#jessica jones #jessica jones x reader #jessica jones fanfic #jessica jones x you #jessica jones x y/n #jessica jones request #jessica jones imagine #jessica jones headcannon #margos christmas spectacular #margofiore #myworks

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sgt-morgan · 2 years

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Robin Bites Back 🖤

Summary: Meet the Robinsons but with Fuck words and Vigilantes. You’re gonna love it.

Warnings: AFAB and female identifying reader, Mentions of g!ns, Cannon typical violence, crude language, probably blasphemy, illusions to sexy times, Matt’s dangerously beautiful ass, Deadpool. You get the drill.

A/N: here’s hoping tomorrow we have a little more Matt in our lives. If not imma blow a goddamn gasket.

Pt. 1 Guessing Game.

Pt. 3 The Test

DD Masterlist

Matt knew you finding out about his being Daredevil could only cause trouble. There was no other way around it. You knowing had been trouble of the highest order, and you find newer, weirder, ways to prove it every day. Trouble of the highest order. Your jokes only got worse and more frequent, but when you meet all his vigilante friends, putting them in their place seemed to be your new favorite pastime. You first proved it with Spider-Man.

Stumbling in at four AM should mean waking you, but for some reason, you were awake. If he had to guess, you were reading over court documents that he told you needed reading three months ago, and you were just now reading them, but that didn’t matter. Matt could smell the sleep on your skin, the melatonin your body was producing changing your normal functions just enough to give him a sense of your sheer exhaustion. your tiny cold shivers even though the apartment was fairly warm, your tear stained cheeks from yawning, your glacial typing speed, the signs radiated from where you sat. You smelled of him, his shampoo and body wash, his shirt he wore to laze around the apartment yesterday, your deodorant and perfume that you always insisted on wearing at all times, it screamed of comfort, a radiating beacon of calm nestled into his couch and all he wanted to do was bury himself in it. Instead, he carried with him a half dead Spider-Man and an open wound you were gonna probably need to stitch. They had just finished stopping a robbery at a butcher in the seedy end of Hell’s Kitchen, but they hadn’t managed to catch the bad guy, who was insanely good with a knife. He roughed them up pretty bad, and this is how they appeared to you after that fight.

“Well holy shit!” You cried out when you noticed them, clutching your chest, shocked. Your heart rate had skyrocketed, you were blushing, and your blanket had fallen to the ground. So, if Matt knew you like he thought, It wasn’t the fact that he was injured, or that Spider-Man was injured either he presumed, it was probably because you were- “I’m like… half naked, so if your little vigilante buddy doesn’t have your same proclivities, I’m gonna put on pants and brb.”

“I’m sorry!” Peter groaned and smacked a hand over his eyes. Matt dropped him on the couch and flung his mask in the general direction of his trunk.

“Don’t apologize, Matt is always-“ you paused, registering Peter’s tone of voice, his countenance that you hadn’t really picked up on before. “Oh my god. Matthew Michael Murdock, is that a fucking child?” Matt cringed and he could feel Peter do the same.

“Uh… no?” Matt tried, knowing that there would be no way to fool you into belief that Peter was a big boy superhero, who could lift a truck with ease if he wanted, now to you he was a tiny little baby who you would attempt to adopt like a stray cat.

“You’re a shit liar, and your whole life depends on it.” She grumbled grumpily, and Matt smiled even though he should be irritated. He was in fact, not a shit liar, you were just really good at reading him, and it gave him some sort of warm fuzzy feeling in his chest.

“No ma’am, he’s not lying! I just turned 18!” Peter tried to butt in helpfully, but he really was only making it worse. You groaned and Matt winced.

“This is so wrong. You, spider boy, take your hand off your face, you’re bleeding there and we got no idea where your hands have been.” You barked, pulling a first aid kit from under your sink and marching to the couch. “Move sexy, you’re next.” You said smacking his ass and making Peter giggle. He rolled his sightless eyes again, and went to the bedroom looking to shower and change while you sorted out first aid and clothing for Peter, he was starting to realize that you were totally gonna adopt the kid, and he wasn’t ready to be a vigilante father. A shower would help him organize a strategy to get you to back off, but he also forgets that you’re a lawyer too. Should have given up while he was ahead. By the time he got out, Peter had his head in your lap and was laughing through a wince as you stitched up a cut near his hairline.

“So, you recognized him bec-“ he was cut off by you snipping the last of the thread and gesticulating wildly.

“Listen kid, that ass don’t quit! Wether it’s jeans, a dress suit, the devil suit, the black suit, the new one, and god help me if he’s in his stupid silk boxers, it’s like a homing beacon. Round, perfect, and don’t get me started on his thi-“

“Baby! He’s 18!” Matt blushed and Peter only laughed harder.

“Yeah, and I’m teaching art history, Martholomew! High schoolers are all about that shit!” You tapped twice gently on the table, giving him your little winking signal to tell him you’re joking, it instantly made him smile. Everyone has a gift, yours just so happens to be cutting tension.

When you were in court, that smart mouth and keen wit of yours was a killer weapon, often winning you many a case, but when you used it to talk people out of their gloom, it was a beautiful bloom of spring, and Matt was thrilled to be the one that got to hear your musings on a regular basis. You made the smallest of phrases poetry, the finest of details something so titular to a sentence he forgets exactly where your point began and his ended. You were a true wordsmith. He loved it even more when you became a real comedian with those talents, only you having the ability to pull from him such belly laughs that left him in tears for hours from just one off handed joke you barely thought about. Your mind fascinated him, and he hoped to spend his whole life exploring its depths. Right now though? Right now he needed you to stop telling the boy wonder about how hot his thighs were.

“Our father in heaven woman-“ Matt grumbled and you gasped.

“Mattnelius!” You smacked a hand over your moth and chest. “That sounded very close to Blasphemy! And with a child present! You should be ashamed! I’m so sorry for his behavior Peter! Go shower, I’ll find you clothes.” You patted his arm and shooed him from your lap.

“No it’s okay, I’ll ju-“

“Baby we can’t-“

“Boys, I swear to fucking god if you don’t do what I tell you right now I’ll call Foggy, and that girlfriend of yours!” Matt and Peter both straightened up immediately. Peter rushed to the bathroom with a squeaked ‘Yes ma’am!’ and Matt sat next to you with his wound exposed. He sat in silence as you stitched his cut closed, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Honey, he’s not a cat we can’t just-“

“Mathew Michael Murdock, if you say I can’t keep Peter I will go work for Landman and Zach so fast it’ll make your head spin. Now, go get the extra sheets and pillow for the couch while I find the kid some clothes. That’s an order Batman, before Robin goes Jason Fuckin Todd.” You snapped and kissed his cheek aggressively.

“Yes dear.”

The next person you met was Frank Castle, and it was… something. Matt can confidently say that this one was the meeting he was most dreading, it wasn’t like their meeting was ever a good thing, so why would he expect him meeting you would go any better.

Frank was in town hunting down a terrible criminal, Matt knew that. Matt also knew that when Frank hunts somebody down, it’s usually quite explosive. What he didn’t expect, was for his mark to be your client. That client so happens to be the Butcher who’s shop he and Spider-Man stopped someone from robbing. Now that he thinks about it, it was probably Frank. Which means that Butcher probably wanted to eat your liver with a side of Fava beans and a nice Chianti. Yuck. He heard over the police scanner that shots had been fired in the vicinity of the offices of Nelson, Paige, and Murdock as he was out patrolling, and he remembered you saying earlier that you needed to sign and print some paperwork to get back to the judge on your current case. So when a description approximating Frank Castle then came through over the scanner, he booked it to the office. He vaulted in through the window, and there was your client, unconscious in your office, with a bullet wound. Matt would have expected you to be shook up about the whole thing, but instead he heard a shouting match go down.

“No you asshole, I didn’t know he is a fucking serial killer! I’m not omnipotent! Why don’t YOU tell ME what the fuck is going on, because APPARENTLY you LOVE playing God! I mean seriously Castle, what in the name of John Wayne do you think you’re doing? This isn’t the Good the Bad and the goddamn Ugly! You can’t just judge, jury, executioner someone in my goddamn office! Now there’s a fucking bloodstain on my rug, and I’m gonna have to talk to cops! I’m a lawyer and I’m dating a Vigilante Frank, I fuckin hate cops!” Frank’s heart was thudding at an unnatural pace, and he was rooted in place. He was terrified of his tiny girlfriend, and honestly it was hysterical. He couldn’t help but giggle.

“What the fuck Red?” He growled out as Matt stepped over to the unconscious man and proceeded to stop the blood flow so the man didn’t actually bleed out. “Why did you let your girl take him on as a client, are you fucking insane?”

“No, Castle we didn’t kn-“

“IM FUCKING SORRY? Did you just call Matt crazy? Didn’t you shoot him in the fucking head when you first met him?” She fumed and there was an electrical zapping sound, and he felt Frank flinch away from youu. That’s when he noticed that the burnt flesh smell wasn’t coming from the Serial killer, it was coming from-

“I’m sorry, but baby, did you tase Frank!?” He laughed.

“Yeah, that’s why the fucking riddler here isn’t dead!” You huffed, kicking the now groaning criminal in the head to knock him back out. “I don’t have the time to fill out the goddam paperwork! Now take your buddy Deadshot here, and get the hell out.” You grumble and pick up your phone.

“What are you doing?” Matt tilted his head as you dialed 911.

“Calling the cops Mathew, if I don’t, it’ll look suspicious, and I don’t really want to go in for questioning for my involvement in the murder of an ex client!” You growled, throwing a stapler at Frank that he caught with ease and placed on a filing cabinet.

“Ok Castle, let’s go” Matt grabbed his arm and forced him up the fire escape to the roof of the building.

“No fucking way, I’m going back and-“ He started, but you had just hung up the phone.

“If you don’t get out now, I’ll hand you to the police my godDAMN self, and I’ll make sure I tase you unconscious if I have to lock DD in a closet to do it!” She half shouted, Matt couldn’t see it, but he just knew Frank stood there and glared menacingly. Or well, he did until you flashed your taser at him again.

“FUCK! FINE!” He flinched, crawling out the window.

“Have I told you I love you lately?” Matt grinned, pulling you to him with a sweet kiss.

“No, in fact, you have not.” She huffed and pushed him towards the window. You didn’t have to have super senses to hear the cops pounding up the stairs to your floor. “You owe me Batman, now get out.”

Matt meandered his way to the roof, where Frank was still mumbling and pacing watching his target being loaded into an ambulance while handcuffed to the stretcher.

“Now he’s gonna get a cushy fucking hospital stay, when he could be dead.” Frank grumbled, swiping a hand down his face. “I’ll tell you what though, that old lady of yours? She’s…”

“A keeper? Crazy? Super hot? Yeah,” Matt nodded, crouching on a ledge to hear you and the officers better. You were fake crying, he grinned, you were amazing. “I know.”

“Yeah, that. Seriously though, that taser hurt like a bitch. She’s wild.” He shook his head with a chuckle. “Real set of balls your girl. Tell her I said thanks, and if she gets in my way again I’ll-“

“You’ll what, get tased again? Because sure as fuck aren’t killing me!” She laughed from behind them and Frank flinched. “Now get the hell off my roof, do you need first aid?” When he shook his head no, she reached in her pocket and pulled out a gun.

“It was under my desk, be glad I saw it before they came in. I swear to God Murdock, if you say anything you’re sleeping on the couch.” She grumbled and stomped downstairs.

“Jesus red, she’s a-“

“Goodbye Frank!” Matt laughed, rushing towards a robbery happening two miles away.

Two weeks later had been kidnapped by vampires, and it had everything to do with, you guessed it, that serial killer cannibal you got arrested. Yes, Vampires, Matt could hardly fathom that outcome, let alone take on an army of the undead with just his blind ass and a 17 year old. So, Spider-Man called in the troops. Since everyone loved Peter, and everyone was curious about the woman who tased Frank Castle and lived to tell the tale, they all decided to be helpful without being dicks and Matt was truly grateful. He forgot though, that just because they behaved didn’t mean you would.

You were honestly ok, sure, you were surrounded by a bunch of people calling themselves the hand, there were fucking Vampires apparently, and they kept referring to Matt’s super hot and tragic dead ex girlfriend, but you could handle all that. What you couldn’t handle, was that you had to be in court to plead a very big fucking case that could actually earn you money, and you’re stuck HERE! Damn it all to hell, you told Mathew that the vigilante shit was fine if it didn’t fuck with your day job and now here you were, letting it fuck with YOUR day job. What a bummer. Then came the drugs.

Your mouth can only get you out of so much, and unfortunately, these ninjas were entirely unwilling to speak to the Deposition before risking your drug tests for work. At least they were fun drugs! Clearly, they were going to try and knock you out, but your lovely boyfriends buddies reached you before you got enough in your system to make you pass out. So, instead, you were subjected to very vivid and colorful fight sequences, like your brain was trying to put you in a Tarantino film without all the feet. It was Moonknight who removed the IV, and once he did, he was immediately shot three times, but instead of dying bloodied and broken in your lap like you thought he would, he got back up and kept fighting, the bullets falling to the ground as he went. He kept swirling and smashing heads, ridding the room you were in of Vampires and attempting to free you in the meantime, in moments of downtime you got to introduce yourself a bit.

“Shit dude, you’re like… invincible. DD, has gotta learn that one.” You laughed.

Moonknight cocked his head in your direction and you smiled with a nod. “Sorry I haven’t got you free yet hermosa! Little busy, but when I free up you’re Prioridad número uno!”

“Spanish? Cool, and no worries MoonBoy you keep doing the thing, I can wait. I’m not helpful at the moment anyway, can’t stand and WOAH! You can pull a knife from your chest!? Badass! Devilman needs to know the name of your suit guy.” You gasp as he pulls moondarts from the suit and starts slashing.

“Bueno, yeah, you’re definitely la novia then. My suit guy is an Egyptian god so I’m not thinking he’d like that Hermosa.” He winked and you laughed.

“Ooh cool, so you’re a pagan then? I can dig it.” You nod sagely, though with all the drugs, it doesn’t look it. Jake thinks you look more like a broken bobble head. He can’t help but appreciate the fact you’re not freaking out though, that was impressive.

“No, actually I’m Jewish, or well, Marc is Jewish.” He shrugs, “Same body different people.” He has no goddamn idea why he told you that but your mouth forms an ‘o’ like you get it perfectly and you smile. All the while, Jake is still killing vampires left and right while chaos reigns around them.

“Like the movie with James McAvoy uh… SPLINTER! That’s right, splinter. NO WAIT! SPLIT!” You proclaim with a snap of your fingers. “No wait, that’s probably offensive, that guy in that movie was an asshole. You seem chill. The idea is still there though, multiple people, one brain. Very fun.”

“Si, ¡Exactamente! Damn, nobody has ever gotten it that quick.” He muttered and Steven took over the body, having cleared an opening to get you out of the fray or handed off to the next person.

“Right darling! Let’s get you out that chair here-“ He cut your bonds easily and heaved you to your feet and instantly you almost face planted. “Shite, sorry!” Steven hissed balancing you again, “forgot about the whole being drugged thing!”

“New accent! This must be personality two, Hi personality two!” You smiled and patted his shoulder, missing the first pat but landing the second.

“Yes, it’s Steven, and you just spoke with Jake. Nice to meet you too dear.” He chuckled, throwing you over his shoulder and sprinting towards the stairs. He made it all the way there, slashing and punching and kicking as he went, before he had to set you on the steps to continue smashing heads.

“Sorry sugar, gotta go!” Marc plopped you on the stairs and turned to keep killing vampires.

“That’s ok third person I’m pretty sure is named Marc, I can crawl.” Marc was astounded to see you start taking the stairs on all fours, wandering towards the next vigilante that would inevitably pick you up and move you down the line. Daredevil said you were tough, but knowing and following an abstract objective while stoned wasn’t exactly what he was expecting.

“Goodbye I guess, don’t die.” Marc grumbled and nailed a vampire between the eyes with a moon dart making a wet thud as it struck home.

You, still off your ass on whatever they gave you, crawled slowly up the stairs. You flinched as bodies flew past your head and made sickening thuds on the stairs. “Oof, that had to hurt.” You muttered as one dude hit a railing hard enough to break his spine. Then, two doc martens thudded into your line of site and you looked up, very nervous. “Please don’t be a villain, please don’t be a villain, please don’t be a villain…” you slowly follow the length of the legs and are relieved to see, “Jessica Jones!”

“Hello.” She smirked, and reached down with one hand, snatching you up by the collar and setting you on your feet. “You look like hell, I know all about that.”

“Hey Jess- wow you’re strong as fuck, kinda hot!- please don’t wait no-“ she let go and your knees buckled, you started to fall and you felt a hand reach out and hold you up. You looked to see that that hand belonged to Luke Cage and his other hand was lashing out to throw a vampire over the rails of the platform you were on. “Sorry! I got drugged and I’m not so ready to use my legs yet.” You sighed flopping your head down to stare at your useless, traitorous, appendages.

“S’fine.” Luke said, shoving you away from the fray so you just flop into Jessica’s waiting arms again.

“Horn head said you were chill, but not freakin out while we all fight vampires and you’re on drugs… that’s pretty badass.” Jessica mutters, quickly shoving you back to Luke as she throws a wooden board through a man’s chest. You spark with pride at her compliment. Jessica Jones, super powered PI is impressed by your level headedness. Sick.

“Thanks Jones, your pretty cool yourself. ON YOUR SIX!” You yell and Jessica tosses you to Luke, taking out the scary vampire that almost chewed her face off.

“Thanks for looking out.” Luke grunts catching you under one arms and smoothly pushing you to sit on the wall behind him.

“No worries Mr. Cage!” You mumble. He throws the last two vampires in his way over the rails and then sits next to you to watch Jessica work.

“We’re past formalities, call me Luke.” He stretched his hand out and you just stared at it, limbs still numb. You feel like Westley after Miracle Max brought him back from being mostly dead. It was exhausting.

“God, sorry, I would? But it’s not gonna work right now.” You sigh, Luke nods and puts his hand down, staring at Jess once again. “God, you look like a love sick puppy. You good there?” You flop your head in his direction and he nods.

“Yeah, I just. You guys make it work, why can’t we?” He shakes his head and gestures at Jess and you are bamboozled. Really? Relationship troubles? You’re fighting Vampires, this is life or goddamn death here, the Dr.Phil shit can wait…. Then you think, you know what? Fuck it. You kinda get it. There’s something about an apocalypse that makes people question their lives.

“Can I be honest?” You’re not slurring every other word now, so it must be wearing off. “Matt and I work because we communicate. Now, if I understand Jessica like I think I do from Matt’s stories of her, she is like trying to talk to an errupting volcano. Explosive, hot, and rapidly cooling to immovable rock. You gotta figure out how to be volcano proof. That seems like an impossible task, believe me, I get it. Getting Matt to communicate was like trying to get a camel through the eye of a needle. Hah, bible reference, I gotta remember to tell that one to Foggy. Sorry, not helpful. All this to say, I learned that it’s not hard to pass a camel through the needle, if you make it big and obvious, and unable to over look. It works even better if there’s an oasis on the other side, if you catch my drift, but it’s not impossible, just incredibly inconvenient.” You then pat Luke’s shoulder and nod him back over to his lady love, who was kicking major ass.

Luke processed your words with a nod, honestly? The advice wasn’t bad, it was weird, but accurate. Maybe Matt’s crazy girlfriend was right. Eye of a needle? He could work with that. Then he decided to help Jess before she shoved the needle up his ass for leaving her stranded.

You continued to crawl your way through the chaos, watching the various vigilantes do their various duties around you. The next run in was with Danny Rand. You could tell he was annoying from the jump.

“Hello, can I help?” Danny reached out his glowing fist and punched a vampire through a wall (which was cool), then hoisted you to your feet. “I’m Danny Rand, The Immortal Iron Fist, defender of K’un-Lun, Master of-“ Then you shoved him out of the way of a vampire who wanted to cut his speech super short by putting him in an early grave.

You groaned, “Jesus that was close, you’re mouthy, no offense, I am too. Can I be honest? I’m on a lot of drugs, we’re in a life or death battle with magic vampires, and it’s hard to concentrate when you keep saying shit nobody understands. Learn to shut the hell up. Cool glow hand though, you seem nice. Promise I’ll be less of a bitch when we meet again.” You promptly reached your hands above your head in a grabby motion and let Peter swing you to a balcony nobody could access, you let him set you up with his backpack, which apparently had water in it, and you sat and waited for the battle to be over.

You watched the various hero’s fight, and you were honestly impressed. Now out of harms way, you could truly appreciate how fucking cool your boyfriend was. All the people around him had crazy super powers. A dude who can’t die, a kid that can climb walls, two people with super human strength, and a guy that had a magic glow stick for a fist. All those powers, and your boyfriend still chose to go kick as much ass, if not more, than they were. It was kinda hot, no, let’s be honest. It was very hot. Eventually everyone stopped fighting, Vampires dispatched, regular humans headed to jail, etc. you watched as Matt visibly began to tense again, the panic hitting when he remembered he hadn’t talked to you yet.

“I’m up here baby.” You muttered, rolling your eyes at your lack of ability to help, tapping the metal railing to give him an accurate location. Then he began scaling shelves and running towards you at top speed. “Hey, I’m drugged up, I can’t move. I’m totally numb.” You huff. “It’s ok though, it’s working it’s way out of me but I got no idea what it is.” He bundles you into his arms, and you breath him in, leather and cinnamon, your favorite.

“Oh thank god.” He grumbles burying his face in your hair as you finally manage to flop your arms around his neck. He stood and slung you onto his back, climbing down to where all the other vigilantes stood below you waiting on Matt. “Sweetheart did you meet-“

“Yup! Moonman, not a pagan, is secretly three people, can’t die.” You began pointing them out in turn, “Jess, PI, super strength, super hot. Luke, Bar owner, super strength, needs to work out his love issues. One punch man, glow hand, talks too much. Spidey, my baby, stray cat energy.” You nodded, drug induced loose lips be damned, you were proud of yourself. The vigilantes giggled at their descriptions in turn, even Danny found humor in your little rant. “Did I get em all?”

“Yeah baby, that’s everyone.” Matt laughed, kissing your head and giggling into your hair.

“She still hasn’t met Deadpool!” Danny shrugged, and Matt went rigid.

“Iron Fist, you gotta learn to keep your trap shut.” Matt mumbled.

“Oh god, them in a room would be torture.” Jess groaned.

“I don’t know, I quite like the idea. Sounds like a gas.” Steven shrugged in the Mr. knight suit.

“Sorry DD.” Danny grumbled.

“Oh, He has to meet Robin DD.” Spider-Man chuckled.

“Robin?” Jessica questions, looking at Spider-Man with one unwavering raised brow.

“We call her Robin, because the first time she met DD and figured out his identity, she told him that if she had known sooner she could have been the Robin to his Batman.” Peter grinned and looked at the still giggling couple that was attempting to patch each other’s wounds while denying they needed help, you know, like self righteous vigilantes.

“Ah,‘that’s adorable.” Steven muttered, tying up hostages and making sure their undead friends were gonna stay down this time.

“Yeah, it’s pretty sweet.” Luke nodded, helping Danny drag a mountain of a man to a corner while Jessica and Peter catalogued all of the chemical materials and evidence they could with their Cameras.

“She said I was mouthy.” Danny pouted, and all of the other hero’s in the room dissolved into laughter.

You two were lightly bickering back and fourth as they continued with cleanup and waited for their hostage to wake for interigation.

“DD, I’m fine.” you groan again as he feels at the wounds on your hand and forehead. He knows what you’re saying, but he can’t help but take in your racing heartbeat, the slight stench of fear, the terror trembling off you in waves. You put up a great front, and in the heat of the moment you’re a force to be reckoned with, but now that it’s all over, Matt can tell that leaving you alone while he does his duties to the city would be a grave mistake.

“I know! I know. I’m just-“ he fretted and you cut him off, but subtly clutch his hand tighter.

“You’re just full of nervous energy and ready to beat that guy you need answers from to a pulp. I get it. Go.” You roll your eyes fondly and stand, Matt holding out his arms to catch you as if you were a three year old just learning to walk, and you wobble immediately sinking back to the ground and leaning against the wall. The drugs haven’t fully left your system, it’s clearing up, but it’s not gone yet.

“No. Not while you’re injured, it will have to wait till Peter or Jess can take you ho-“ then his whole body tensed and his nose scrunched as if something just hit his senses with a crowbar and a man in a red and black morph suit—No shock there—with two Katanas and a gun busts into the now relatively calm warehouse.

“Alright! Who do I gotta kill. Point me in the way of Nosferatu, Daddy has some silver bullets and a deer park bottle of holy water, and I’m ready to interview with a vampire this bitch!” He stands, one katana and a bottle of water with a crudely drawn cross on it raised in presentation, at the entrance to the warehouse. When he comes in, He is the most absurd thing you’ve seen all evening, and there’s a guy with a glowing fist in the building. You all pause for a moment just staring at this absurd display of ineptitude, but Matt senses Deadpool assessing the situation, taking it all in, and Matt senses him shift his attention to you, and his muscles relax a bit and a grin stretched the terrible deformed muscle at his mouth, causing his skin to creak. Then, as Matt suspected, you are instantly thrown into fits of giggles. Your in full blown belly laughs, he can hear the way you struggle to breathe through your laughter, senses your abdominal muscles contracting, he can smell the salt of your tears as they run down your face, and for a moment he forgives the lunacy of Wade Wilson, and appreciates just how wonderful it is to hear the sweet sound of your laughter. He is thankful for the subtle loss of tension in your shoulders that Wade has so easily caused, just by being him. Then he smells old enchiladas, stale blood, and gunpowder and is reminded all over again why it is he avoids Deadpool at all costs. He’s an assault on the senses, and he’s a dumbass. If that weren’t reason enough, the man is hardly ever on the right side of the law, or decency, and to top it all off, he’s really fucking annoying. However, in this moment, Wade is sending clear signals that he is ready and willing to be his ally. Maybe Matt would need to rethink his stance on the Mirk with a Mouth.

“Fuck me, I haven’t laughed that hard in a while, and I just met a guy whose superpower is that he punches real good with just one fist.” You giggle into Matt’s ear and he can’t help but chuckle a bit as well, using this as an excuse to bury his nose in your hair, attempting to cover up the stench of Deadpool’s disgusting suit. “Who the hell are you, and how do we become friends? Also, they fuck the vampires in interview with a vampire, they don’t kill them. You’re thinking of Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter.” You laugh brightly and thrust you’d hand out to be shaken. Matt resists the urge to smack that hand away from the bacteria infested glove, but is genuinely thrilled to hear the rustle of a glove being pulled from a hand as Deadpool receives your handshake.

“Well that’s easy pretty lady, you don’t fuck with me and I, won’t fuck with you. So are you the crazy bitch who tased Frank Castle or is DD here in for a few million Hail Marys?” Matt is baffled. Honestly, he is. Deadpool came in ready for a fight, and in a need for ardent chaos, and he was actually startled at how collected and calm he was in bantering back and forth with you. Totally at his ease in the steady, witty banter. It’s like you had stopped him in his tracks. Matt kept a close ear on your conversation as he began to help the rest of the group.

“So does he wear the horns when you do the deed, or do they only come out for birthdays and anniversaries?” Deadpool sits cross legged beside you, which is when Wade silently shoos him away. Why should he deal with all the boring stuff when there was a beautiful and interesting woman he could be talking to.

“Oh Mr.Pool, a lady never sucks and tells, but that Mask is pretty hot. The suit does nothing for his ass though.” You scrunch your nose and shake your head, and Wade snorts a laugh while Matt walks away to go deal with the rest of the group.

“He got a nice ass under all that pleather?” Wade huffs.

“Like you wouldn’t BELIEVE man. He’s honestly the sexiest man I know.” Matt shakes his head at your ardent praise with a big silly grin, and Jess bumps her shoulder with his with a breathy chuckle, handing him an unknown chemical for him to identify.

“Well, you’re in the company of absolute beauty now, you wouldn’t even believe how hot I am under here.” Matt can hear Spider-Man chuckling now and shaking his head, and he hears Moonknight mumble about what a lie that was.

“Oh really? Well, secret identities be damned, let’s get a peek at that face huh?” You laugh, and Matt hears the rustling of Fabric as Wade pulls off his mask. He can hear Danny hiss and feel Luke cringe as Wade’s face is revealed. He notes with pride that you never flinch.

“Oh god, Ha! You look like an Orc’s terrible premature love child with the corpse of Ryan Reynolds.” You laugh for a second, then stop when you realize Wade is staring at you slack jawed. “Oh! I’m sorry was that rud-“ you begin to fret, but Wade cyst you off with a boisterous laugh of his own.

“That is the funniest shit I’ve heard all day.”

You and Wade kept up the conversation, while the others began to clean up and categorize evidence. When it came to Vampires and the supernatural, the police were no help so the whole of Justice squarely rests on those who had the power to handle it. They were all biding their time and waiting on their hostage, they had officially gotten everything squared away, Spider-Man had called SHEILD to dispose of the Vampires, and now they sat in comfortable conversation, waiting for backup. When Matt began to hear their hostage stir, he alerted the others, and then they Started bickering over who should do what. It was getting pretty heated until you spoke with a finality that meant business.

“No! Webs can take me home, Moonknight and DD can handle the interrogation, Deadpool and Iron Fist can wipe out any stragglers (because I’m pretty sure some of them are playing dead.), Jess and Luke can handle shield, and then the spiderling can swing back here to help you finish the mission.” Your instructions were met with whining and protest (except for Matt, who knew better than to argue when you meant business), but you weren’t having it. “Oh! I’m fucking sorry, did I ask for all the whining? Or are you all a big group of superpower wielding toddlers!?” You snapped and everyone looked either impressed or properly chastened.

“No you’re right.”

“I guess we can-”

“I’ll get to use my holy water after all!” Came the murmur of replies.

“Good, now hop to it. Take me home spider boy!” You reach your arms out to Peter and he swings you up and out of the building leaving the rest of the hero’s to their own devices. About forty five minutes later, Peter comes back as they plan out what to do about the rest of the vampire problem, and what next steps need to be taken to solve it. All in all, it takes about two hours for Matt to make his way back to you, and when he does, you’re fast asleep. The shield agents reassured him that you just needed to sleep off whatever they gave you, and his other vigilante associates all complimented him on having an amazing girlfriend. His chest was swelling with Pride over how well you took things, and how much they admired you. You truly were an amazing woman.

You were sleeping so peacefully, Matt almost elected to take the couch so he wouldn’t risk waking you. He changed, and decided you would be more mad if he didn’t come to bed. He slips in next to you and preens when you wrap an arm around his waist and sling a leg over his hips. He nuzzles into your hair and cuddles you close, grinning at how wonderful you are to be lying there next to him. “Hi Angel, you ok?”

“Yeah Matty, ‘m fine. Just sleepy s’all.” You yawn so hard your eyes water, and Matt ‘awes’ placing a soft kiss to your crown.

“Well I’d say so, it’s not easy being Robin.” He huffs a laugh and you kiss him just below his collar bone.

“Oh yeah, I’m tough shit, might just graduate to Nightwing.” You mumble.

“Sure, sweetheart, whatever you want.” Then you mumble something into his chest he doesn’t quite catch, and he asks you to repeat yourself.

“Nah, I’ll stay Robin, I could never ditch my Batman, I love him too much.” Matt’s heart swells to bursting and he almost tears up at the weirdly sweet sentiment.

“I love you too Robin, I love you too.”

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