#jessica jones imagines

[margowritesthings]

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

[matchesarelit]

MatchesAreLit Masterlist

REQUESTS OPEN

*= suggestive (minors dni) ** = smut (minors dni) Marvel Masterlist Firefly Masterlist Squid Game Masterlist Smosh Masterlist

Tiny imagine <150w Small imagine <1000w Imagine >1000w

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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Ghostbusters-CU

Lars Pinfield

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.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Oscar’s hotel

Oliver

Oscar’s Protégé (tiny imagine)

Capabilities (tiny imagine)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Rusty Lake

Jakob\Mr Owl

The Gardening Job (small imagine)

David

Research (small imagine)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Friday Night Dinner

Johnny

Adam’s Bestie*

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Lucifer

Lucifer Morningstar

Back With A Badge, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, (INDEFINATE HIATUS)

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

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

DC

Dick Grayson 

The Mysteries Of Dick Grayson*

“Now as far as I know this rooftop is neither yours nor in a city you have sworn to protect. So what, pray tell is a little birdie doing up here in the dead of night?”

Felicity Smoak

Proposal (small imagine)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

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.

Ambrose Spellman

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.

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Tin Can Bros

Scrags

Hands up (small imagine)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Grimm

Trubel

Anti-Grimm (small imagine)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

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

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Stranger Things

Robin or Steve

Heading to Hawkins P1

While staying with the Hendersons you meet someone new.

P2 Robin x F!Reader

P2 Steve x F!Reader

P2 Steve x NonF!Reader

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Curious Creations of Christine McConnell

Christine + Norman x reader

Poly (small imagine)

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Jurassic Park

Ian Malcolm

Cuddling Him (HCs)

Au pairs and attacks

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

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

Samuel Davenport Archive 81

Visser**

Visser P2 **

#lucifer morningstar #lucifer imagine #lucifer morningstar imagine #lucifer morningstar fanfic #lucifer #james buchanan barnes #bucky imagine #bucky barnes #bucky #bucky barnes imagine #imagines #imagine #fanfic #fluff #angst #marvel #marvel imagine #Matchesaresmallimagines #jessica jones imagine #Jessica Jones #jessica jones imagines #jessica jones x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #Bucky barnes x reader #dorian gray x reader #dorian gray imagine #Dark matter three #three #squid game #squid game x reader

[lanawinterscigarettes]

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

#mcu #marvel #mcu imagines #marvel imagines #mcu hcs #marvel hcs #mcu headcanon #marvel headcanon #the defenders #jessica jones imagines #jessica jones imagine #jessica jones x reader #mcu x reader #marvel x reader #jessica jones headcanon #jessica jones headcanons #mcu headcanons #marvel headcanons #jessica jones fic #mcu fic #marvel fic #marvel cinematic universe #marvel women x reader #hcs

[fandomnerd9602]

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

[emotinalsupportturtle]

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

[eternalplutoniangoddess]

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

[mostsanescarletspiderfan]

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

[prettykittycastle]

What a Bitch

Summary: The reader is horny and wants to get attention from Jessica.

(Content Warning: fingering, dirty talk, slight grinding, orgasm denial, Dom!Jessica, sub!reader)

(The reader is 18+ and uses she/her pronouns. The race/ethnicity is any.)

“Jess,” I said, walking over to her desk.

Like every other night for the past 2 weeks, she's sitting behind her desk holding a glass of whiskey and her laptop sitting in front of her. I had already changed into my sleeping shirt and was only wearing panties, thinking that Jessica might decide to come to bed with me tonight, but I was sadly wrong.

"Busy," she said, not glancing up from the screen.

"Yeah, I know," I told her, sitting on the edge of the desk, looking down at her. "I'm bored."

"Too bad."

"And horny," I glared at her.

"Too bad," she repeated.

"Jeeeess," I whined, wanting to get her attention. She's been getting so many cases lately and been so busy, that we've barely had any time to have sex. Just being this close to her was making me wet.

"I'm hornyyyy," I whined again, reaching over and twirling one of her black strands. Me touching her hair finally made her look up from the screen and I could see bags under her green eyes and wondered when was the last time she got some rest.

"I'm sorry, okay," she apologized, putting her glass down on the table, the action sparking a little bit of hope that she'll entertain me. "I'll go to bed in a little bit." She nodded her head to the direction of the bedroom and turned back to the screen, her green eyes glued to it.

"Jess," I whined again, but she didn't look up from the laptop. Fine, then, I sighed. I stood up from the desk and stepped closer to her, trying my best to make puppy eyes at her.

"Jess," I asked, hoping she would look up at me. And like I hoped, she turned and looked up, not saying anything, her eyes showing irritation at my insistence. "Baby, why don't you take a break and come to bed with me," I ask her in the most flirty way I can, leaning back onto the desk, batting my eyelashes.

Letting out a sigh, she closed the laptop and pushed away from the desk, continuing to look at me with irritation.

"Come here," she said, patting her lap.

My pussy grew wetter at the demand, so I quickly leaned away from the desk and promptly sat down in her lap, wrapping my legs around her waist and my arms around her shoulders, while hers wrapped around my waist.

"You want me to fuck you," she asked, leaning her head into mine, our lips almost touching.

"Yeah."

Not saying else, she leaned forward and kissed me. The feel of her lips felt so good and it felt like we hadn't kissed in so long, that I couldn't help but moan against her mouth. I felt one of her hands move from my waist to my ass and I couldn't stop my hips from grinding against her lap. At the feel of me grinding, her hand squeezed my ass, making me moan again.

"You're that horny," she pulled away and asked me.

Nodding my head, I leaned forward and laid a kiss on her neck. I could feel her hand inch towards the middle of my panties and pulled it to the side, while her other hand reached down and lightly touched my folds.

"This what you want?"

"Mm-hmm," I hummed, not being able to answer verbally I was so horny.

"You're so wet, (Y/N)," she told me, moving just her fingertips against them, making me more wet.

I lifted my head up from her neck and kissed her, inserting my tongue into her mouth, whimpering at the taste of her.

"Please," I whimpered into her mouth.

"Of course, sweetie," She replied against my lips, before dipping a finger inside of me, the feel of it finally entering me made my hips stutter their grinding and I squeezed my inner muscles against the appendage.

"Fuck, your pussy's really wet and tight," She said pulling her finger out slightly, then pushing it back in.

"Yes," I moaned, laying my head forward onto her shoulder. "More please."

"You want another finger, do you?" I heard her say, before feeling another finger enter next to the first one, both of them slightly stretching me. "How's this?,"

"So good," I moaned into her shoulder, my brain becoming more fuzzy from the pleasure.

"Good," She mumbled, then began plunging her fingers in and out my pussy with speed.

"Oh fuck," I moaned, raising my hips to meet her fingers with each plunge. Her long fingers fucking me felt so good and each time she entered them, my pussy squeezed them and became more wet.

"Such a good girl," She told me, placing a kiss on the side of my head, plunging her fingers even faster.

I could feel her fingertips hitting that special spot inside of me over and over and I moaned loudly, feeling that familiar warm feeling starting inside me and getting hotter and hotter.

"You're close," She asked me, her fingers still going in and out of me. I could just imagine how much of my pussy juices was running down her hand.

"Yes," I moaned to her, lifting my head to look into her eyes as I could feel the warmth getting hotter and hotter, my orgasm getting extremely close. I know how she loves to look at my face when I come.

"You want to come on my fingers," I could hear her breath getting ragged, meaning she was getting excited by this and wanted me to come.

"Yes, Jessica," I whimpered, closing my eyes as the pleasure became overwhelming. My orgasm was almost there. I'm right on the edge!

"Well, sorry," She suddenly pulled her fingers out of me and let go of my panties.

"What," I sat up and looked at her in shock, my pussy was still wet, but empty and I could feel the orgasm I was beginning to have, slowly ebb away. "What are you doing?!"

"Good girls don't whine and bother me while I'm working. They get to come because they're patient."

She picked me up off her lap and carried me to the bedroom. I was still in shock at my orgasm being rejected and I didn't snap out of it, until she sat me down on the bed.

"But-"

"Good girls wait until I'm done working," she leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my forehead, then stood back up with a look of cockiness in her eyes. Asshole. "Then they can come as many times as they want as a reward."

She turned and left the room, ignoring the icy glare I was throwing at her, and left me on the bed, my almost-orgasm gone and irritation running through my veins. What a bitch.

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[lesbian-deadpool]

Steve: Be nice, Bucky.

Bucky: Why start now?

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[sgt-morgan]

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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[russosafehaven]

There are Widows and There are Men - Part 3

A/N: This part will be darker, it will involve a sexual assault scene that borders on rape. The reader will be four years old in those scenes. Please do not read this if you are uncomfortable. The scene will be in bold, after that it will not describe it any further.

Series Title: There are Widows and There are Men

Chapter Title: Part Three - Memories are clawing at me

Song: The Exit - Conan Gray

Pairings: Billy Russo x Black Widow!Reader (Also autistic!reader and implied to be on the aromantic spectrum)

Word Count: 4304

Warnings: Rape, SA, Self Harm, Red Room, Dreykov, Canon Typical Violence, Age Gap

~

You had fallen asleep not long after Jessica and Trish had left. After a few hours of mind numbing conversation and revelling in being free, they left you to rest. It helped that Jessica had some less then legal activities to attend to, but that was life now wasn’t it? Your boss hated you and your closest friends were vigilantes. You thought about Billy, what would he do when he came back to you? Would he hate you for good or perhaps he’d put you out of your misery? The betrayal in his eyes had stung. The way he looked at you with disgust mixed with rage and horror. You were used to being treated like a monster. It was all your life had been. Blood, murder, kidnapping, torture and all these other crimes you were made to commit.

“You up?”

You looked to the source of the voice. Smooth hair that wasn’t styled to perfection, dark eyes that look black in this light, dried up lips and a messy green sweater. It was Billy but he looked almost unrecognisable like this. What had he been through?

“I’m up, you okay Mr Russo?”

His head hung low, his feet kicking the ground. The tension was thick and layered. If you cut it with a knife you’d be able to see it. Billy’s footsteps were quiet as he found his way to you. The hospital bed creaked as he sat down. You adjusted yourself to the weight change. Making sure you were comfortable for the inevitable awkward conversation.

“I’m sor-“

He cut you off by placing a hand to your lips. They lingered for a moment as he looked at you gently. You could tell Billy wanted the first word by the look in his eyes. As his hand pulled away from your face it fell into his lap. Toying with the fabric of his stained jeans.

“Look… I didn’t mean to yell. I… shit. I’m not good with this touchy feely crap. Frankie’s always been better at it. I care about you… a lot. You were just so different, so… pure and fresh. When I saw you covered in blood I freaked. I care about you… a lot. I was scared… really fucking scared”

Tears started to prickle in the corner of his eyes as he spoke. That work facade that he put on, the strong and confident former marine turned business mogul was falling apart in front of you.

“I grew up in the system. My mother… she uh left me in front of a fire station out in Albany. My childhood was group homes and the occasional foster parent until they’d kick me to the curb again. It’s why I joined the Marines… to feel like I belonged somewhere. You know, as a kid I used to play stickball a lot. Used to hit the ball nearly all the time, thought I was gonna be the next Joe DiMaggio or some stupid shit. I was a kid and yknow, kids dreamed big. There was this Samaritan, used to come by the group home… he told me I was pretty. When a grown man tells you you’re pretty you know nothing good is coming. He cornered me, tried to touch me… so I hit him with the stickball bat. Caught him good a few times too but it pissed him off. He tore my rotator cuff. Shit… memory still hurts. I got a buddy who works with vets, he runs a support group. When I told him, he said that’s why I have this sexual deviant persona as he called it. Cause it’s all I think I’m good for. That and the guns and shit”

He was playing with his hands as he spoke. Looking down at them so intently, he was scared of how'd you react. Your thoughts churned, he didn’t deserve this. You’d heard stories about the foster system from your higher ups. About how lucky you were to have been taken in by the Red Room and didn’t grow up in the system.

“Is he dead?”

His head lifted at your question. Eyes widened like a deer in headlights. Billy put his hand on your leg, fingers drumming lightly.

“No, but what does it matter now? No proof anyways, he’s served 15 years so the countries clearly okay with it”

Rage seeped in your veins. Billy sounded so defeated as he spoke and it resonated with you. In the Red Room one of your trainers had taken advantage of you.

“What’s his name?”

His hand tightened on your thigh. Billy’s breathing got heavier and you could hear it clear as day.

“No, no shut up. I can’t have you hurt anyone. You shouldn’t have to. You aren’t in that shit-hole anymore”

He threw himself up, standing heavily on his feet. One of his hands ran through his hair, pushing the messy locks back. Making his way to the window to look out at the overcrowded streets. You studied him intently.

“Billy you were a kid”

Your voice was quiet. You knew better than to pity Billy, pity in these situations always felt horrible.

“SO WERE YOU”

His fist came up and slammed down onto the windowsill. It garnered attention of nurses whom you had waved off. Giving them a sorry look. You looked back at Billy, sadness in your eyes.

“Billy… what happened in the Red Room isn’t the same as what happened to you. You were a kid who was meant to be protected in those organisations. I’m nothing more then a pawn. You’ve managed to change the world, you were meant to be protected and they all failed you”

Billy walked back over to you, towering over you. You reached a hand up to him, the cannula prominent on your hand. His own arm reached up, fingers wrapping around your wrist.

“Why are you so insistent on dehumanising yourself?”

~

“The little spider can’t fight back anymore?”

His voice made you shiver. You were only four years old but you knew enough to know this wasn’t going anywhere good. Your training has only just begun recently and your trainer was a cruel man. His name was Mikhael and he wasn’t toned like anyone else. He was round and balding, much older then the widows. You had assumed he’d been here as long as Dreykov. What he lacked in physical fighting skills he made up for in computer science and weapons. He taught most widows how to use a bow, teaching them how to aim.

“It’s okay. I can help you”

His hand reached out for you, groping your thighs. Pulling you toward him, Mikhael started yelling when you thrashed. His actions were violent and erratic. You couldn’t even blink before your body made contact with the floor. The cold, concrete floor. The same floor you’d seen so much blood fall from other widows as you were made to watch them fight. Necks snapping and bones breaking. It was a vicious sight but what you were about to feel scared you so much more.

“It’s okay моя дочь. I won’t hurt you too much, just let me touch this precious little body of yours”

His hands roamed up your thighs, they just about covered your entire body. He was huge compared to you. When once you were just a small child you were now his plaything. The man who made you call him “Papa” and called you his daughter. The widows had seen a lot and so had you, but this was not the violence you were used to. In your mind you were telling yourself that you were four years old and you didn’t deserve this. Although some twisted part of you couldn’t help but think you did. You’re being raised to be a weapon, so isn’t this penance for the sins you’ll soon commit?

He kept pawing at you, mutty hands and greasy fingers feeling at the space between your thighs. You tried to ignore the feeling, convinced yourself that one day this would be nothing but a bad dream. His other hand found your chest and held onto it. You wanted to vomit. Release it into his face and watch it curl up in disgust.

~

The memory played in your mind like a broken record. You’ve been nothing but a weapon and a sex toy since birth, why would Billy see you as any different? The two of you looked at one another in longing. You weren’t capable of love, puppets didn’t feel anything.

“There was this man… in the red room. He treated me like his daughter. For the first four years of my life I was his daughter. I was born and bred for the red room, stolen from my real family. Since I was an infant that man was all I knew. When I begun my training…”

You trailed off, climbing out of the bed and walking over to Billy. Your arms snaked around his neck, pulling him towards you. As you lowered your arms back down you slowly lifted the skirt of the hospital gown up. Revealing cotton underwear and your thighs decorated in scars. One hand holding the fabric up, your free one reached for Billy’s hand. Bringing it to cup the mound between your thighs. He tried to pull away, shaking his head.

“I was a little thing when I learnt what being touched here felt like Billy. I’m far from being human, I never have been. I’m a weapon, a doll for the Red Room to toss around and use to kill. I am nothing without the blood that has stained my skin and my mind for decades. No matter how hard I scrub, not matter what I do I cannot erase that. You chose to fight, you chose that life for a noble reason. I’m bred for it, they raised me like they raise the lambs to slaughter. You’re a Lieutenant, a decorated war hero who has clawed his way to the top of only for a moment while I am the Blood Widow. I have killed innocents because it’s what I was made for. I’m designed for this, they made me in a lab so I would be the perfect weapon. The Red Room’s greatest creation since Natalia and Taskmaster”

Billy didn’t meet your eyes and you couldn’t blame him. In such short time everything has changed and he’s seen you as the one thing you swore never to show him. His hand was still firm against your core, cupping it gently like you would break if he dared force himself onto you. Many people before Billy had put themselves onto you, taken you by force and brutally destroyed you. You still remember the blood seeping from your core while your assailant left you for dead in an alleyway. When you escaped the Red Room and made your way to New York you had made yourself a promise. If you ever saw anyone being attacked in that way you would make sure the streets ran red with the blood of the perpetrator. It doesn’t matter if they had a family, the victims need to be protected. If it got messy then so be it, no one protected you so you would do whatever it took.

His hand started to trail down, his eyes following as he looked at the scars decorating your legs. Bullet holes, stab wounds and your own creations stretched all over your skin like an abstract art piece. There was a time you were ashamed of the scars and some days your still are. It was one night with Trish that made you appreciate them. You, her and Jessica were all drunk. Sitting in the blondes high end apartment as you discussed her latest heart break. It was a warmer summer day and after so much time spent in the snow, warm seemed like you were standing right next to the sun itself. You sat on Trish’s couch in a torn sports bra and ragged gym shorts. The two women weren’t strangers to your scars, it was only a few years ago you were sent to kill Jessica, but now you were comfortable with them. Living in peaceful bliss for a few short moments. Trish was asking about the scars again and as you explained each one she made a comment about how beautiful they were. She spoke of how your skin was a story, living history of what you’ve survived. Those words still live with you and you can’t help but believe them even in your darkest times.

With a small thud Billy dropped to his knees, one hand on your hip and the other on your thigh. He started playing with the scars, tracing them like they were lines in a colouring book. You watched him curiously as he drew patterns with his finger against the tissue, a small smile gracing your face. Billy Russo was a ex-special forces Marine, a Lieutenant with nearly 150 confirmed kills, a foster kid who rose to the top and is now a CEO of one of New York’s most prestigious security services, but here right now he was just Billy. Not your boss or your superior, but your friend. It made you realise he didn’t hate you, he wasn’t mad at your for lying or for not coming to him with your troubles. He was mad at the people who did this to you, who hurt you in unimaginable ways that seemed like mere fiction to him. He had seen wars and battles, watched the men he called his brothers die and so had you. Very different experiences yet your lives were so similar that it made you wonder if that’s why you connected so well.

Without warning his lips pressed against one of the scars. His lips were warm and the feeling was welcome. He moved to the next one and repeated the action, pressing his attention to every scar he could find. His hands wrapped around your thighs and you felt small in his grasp. Once he had finished his ministrations he looked up at you, eyes pleading.

“Come to me, I don’t care what it is. I need you to let me help you. I don’t get attached, I can’t because everyone leaves. My mum left me at a first station, the Castle’s died and now Frankie’s gone again too. Please let me help you, I need you”

With parted lips you looked down at the man before you. On his knees practically worshipping you, begging for you. You went to respond but the door opening pulled you both out of your thoughts. Without thinking Billy had sprung to his feet, head snapping towards the door. A nurse walked in and for a moment you panicked. That was until you were met with Claire’s gentle eyes and warm smile. You let a breath you didn’t know you were holding and walked over to Claire, letting her take you in her arms.

“Normally we’d keep you under observation for a few more days, but because of your… history I think it’s better if we let you go. Do you have somewhere safe to stay? I know Luke and Danny have set up a few safe houses if you need”

As you pulled away from Claire you pondered the option. Not before you turned back to Billy, tear stained cheeks and messy hair. You hadn’t noticed he’d been crying. He looked so different from the man you knew, the put together guy who was strong and took no shit was now a mess all because of you. Turning back to Claire you smiled gently.

“It’ll be okay, I’ve got a place. Days like this I’m glad I work for a security company. Plus I think it’s best if I stay with Billy”

You gestured to the man behind you and Claire followed, looking at him. As she focused her attention back on you heard shuffling, looking over your shoulder you saw Billy turning around, staring out the window to try and give you a sense of privacy.

“That’s your boss? Wow, I know you said he was good looking but god. You sure know how to pick them huh Huntress?”

Huntress, the name the media had given you. While your face was known to the public your name wasn’t and you preferred it stay that way. The name wasn’t clever in any shape or form, but then again what New York vigilante had a smart moniker? Daredevil, Spider-Man, Moonknight, the other Spider-Man, Power Man and so on so forth. The papers or reporters were not clever with the titles they gave to the unofficial heroes that protected New York, you just wished you weren’t lumped in with them. With one last smile Claire walked out, allowing you to change before you got discharged.

“Shit…”

You turned round to Billy who was now sitting on the bed, watching you intently. You had looked through the bag Jessica brought you and they had forgotten a change of clothes. The only other outfit you had was the one that was bloodstained and had a rather noticeable tear in it from the bullet.

“What is it?”

You turned to face him, his eyes still red and puffy. It made your heart flutter, you know it shouldn’t but there was something so exciting in being cared for. Knowing that Billy cried because of you, because he cared? It made you giddy like a school girl asked to the prom.

“Jessica and Trish forgot to pack me some spare clothes”

Billy looked at you, not saying anything as if he were still in though. As he launched up he looked down at you a small smile creeping cross his face. He didn’t say anything as he left the room. You had no idea what he was up to but you hoped it wouldn’t be anything too long as you didn’t have it in you. Turns out after not getting shot at for 3 years it takes a lot out of you once you finally do get a bullet tearing through your flesh again. Sighing, you took a seat on the bed and laid down. As you splayed yourself out like a starfish you gazed at the ceiling. Imagining the plain white sky was replaced with the darkness and a million stars. It was one thing you despised about the city, air pollution causing the stars to be hidden. You missed them, astronomy was the only area of science you were good at. In a way you thought the stars were yours, the night sky was this special thing you loved back in the Red Room. It was your secret and the stars would sing songs for you.

Around five minutes had passed before Billy had come back up. In his hands he held a shirt and what looked to be gym shorts. He held them out to you and you took them, turning them over in your hands.

“I had a spare change of clothes in my car from a training session I ran the other day. Better then nothing, they’ll be a little big but at least you won’t be in nothing”

You stood up from the bed, placing the clothes down before taking the time to untie the hospital gown. Billy hadn’t had time to process what was happening before you stood in front of him in nothing but cotton panties. His gaze immediately darted away. Hands covering his eyes as a string of apologies fell from his mouth. It clicked in your head that he probably wasn’t so used to casual nudity, most people in the city seeing it as taboo. In the Red Room it was common, experiments on naked girls, or your superiors watching you change. You had grown used to stripping in front of others, not caring about any insecurities you may have. As you pulled the shorts on and tied the lace as tight as you could, the shirt came next. It hung loose over your frame as Billy was both taller and bigger than you were. Stepping towards the marine, you pulled his hands away. Mumbling an apology for making him uncomfortable.

“No, none of that. I turned around because I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. Not because I was uncomfortable, I was used to this shit happening in the marines. I just didn’t know how’d you feel given your history and all. Fuck… I just don’t want you to think I’m going to take what I want from you and then leave you behind. I know what it’s like for that shit to happen without your consent, to be the victim and be blamed. I don’t want to ruin our… friendship because you’re scared of me”

He hesitated before saying friendship and some part of you had wished he’d said relationship. You didn’t know why. While you couldn’t deny that you were certainly attracted to Billy visually, you didn’t know if you could ever see yourself with him romantically. You looked him up and down, staring gently at his big dark eyes. He looked like a wet cat and as you walked over to him, you wrapped your arms around his waist. Pulling him into you tightly. As he returned the favour you listened to his heart beat. Gentle and slow, yet it seemed to speed up a bit as he held onto you.

“Let’s go get you discharged and go back to my place. Get you out of here and make a plan or some shit. Sound good?”

You nodded and he held out his hand which you hesitantly took. When you did it felt normal, almost domestic. You smiled inwardly and walked alongside him. As you reached the desk, he filled out your discharge paper work for you. For the first time in a while you felt yourself fully trusting a man. Something you hadn’t ever been able to do. Even in a workplace full of men who were ex-military and always joking around with you, you couldn’t help but wait for the other shoe to drop and succumb to their violence. With Billy that had never been the case, he was respectful and he engaged in conversation with you that wasn’t just small talk or filler. It was nice and as he walked you to his car now you couldn’t help but wonder what he’d be like in a relationship.

As you approached his Wraith you couldn’t help but be stunned. You knew he was wealthy, ANVIL took on all sorts of big shot clients but this was something else. Billy opened the door for you and helped you get settled, buckling you in as if you were a child. While the gesture would feel demeaning form anyone else, with Billy it felt nice. You both knew that you were made of glass yet Billy treated you with utmost care. Even before discovering your childhood. He’d treat you like you were a pristine painting, to be looked at but not to touch. Like you were worth more money than anyone could ever imagine.

As he started to drive you looked over at him, his eyes were less red and the corner of his lips formed the beginning of a smile. It felt far to simple and as your thoughts started to consume you a hand was placed in your thigh. Billy looked at you, smiling as he continued to drive through the streets of New York. His thumb rubbing the skin of your leg and you couldn’t help but melt into his touch.

“Is this a good time to mention that English isn’t actually my first language?”

The worlds fell out of you before you could even realise what was happening. Billy snuck a look at you, eyebrows raised in questioning. A sigh escaped your mouth as you explained.

“I know we’ve covered the whole I’m actually a spy for the Red Room academy who poised me as a Bolshoi dancer. They trained me to be an assassin and I’ve killed like 5000 people or whatever but it feels important to note that English isn’t my first language. I guess I didn’t mention it cause it feels embarrassing, but working for ANVIL in such a high place and fumbling over my words would just be too much for me. Russian is my first language, then it goes French, Latin, Mandarin, Italian, Greek, Spanish, Afrikaans, Dutch, Irish, Japanese, Somali, Arabic, Punjabi, Portuguese and then English”

You finished speaking, a sliver of your Russian accent slipping through. In an attempt to calm yourself you took his hand in your own, playing with his fingers like a child. You had never really gotten the chance to be a kid so some of your behaviours were regressive in that sense. A small chuckle escaped Billy’s lips and you looked at him, eyes wide like a deer.

“Come to think of it I have noticed small errors when looking over some files you’ve given me. I always just assumed you were tired or it was because you’re autistic and you didn’t process it correctly. Look, native speaker or not, your english is damn good. For someone who speaks 16 languages it’s impressive that you can pass as a native”

He smiled at you, teeth on full display as it spread across his face. You always loved when he smiled like this. He wasn’t trying to be the suave CEO or the charming guy you’d hook up with in a bar, he was just himself. Free of the confines of his work persona and acting like he was free. You went to speak again but Billy had interrupted you.

“And for the record, you belong at ANVIL more then any other of my guys. You were one of the first people I hired after it really kicked off and the company wouldn’t survive without you. Now after learning all that shit I think you belong there more then I do. The things you survived to get where you are? Not everyone could come through that”

If only he realised how true his words were.

~

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a/n:

requested by anonymous

Tensions rose and fell faster than a speeding bullet within the restaurant the five of you barricaded yourself inside, and one wrong move would disband your little club. Now the heat was on you, the masked and mysterious, the odd one out of the bunch. “Take the mask off or we’re not doing this.” Luke demanded and you shook your head. “The lawyer just did it, it can’t be that hard.” You felt all eyes on you and knowing the situation was dire, you uncovered your face entirely. And that’s when they realized.

“That’s a kid! I’m not working with a kid!” Jessica protested immediately, finding another reason to walk out on all of you. “Don’t you have a bedtime?”

“Just because they’re a kid doesn’t mean they can’t get the job done. They’re special, they fit in here.” Matt defended you, unfazed by the revelation.

“You don’t seem that surprised, man. I’m starting to think you know this kid.” Luke said, bringing tensions up once again.

“I have no idea who this guy is, believe me.” You pointed to Matt. “I’m in this whether we like it or not, they’re after all of us. I need you as much as you need me.” The room exchanged their glances, shook their heads and dropped the subject. “So that’s that?”

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Marvel/MCU Masterlist

*Series have 3 or more parts to them*

Imagines

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Girlcrush - Sapphic!Reader has a secret crush on Natasha and doesn’t know how to deal with it. 

Woman-crush - The team finds out about Natasha and (Y/N)’s relationship and is concerned about the age difference.

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel

Different But Same - After saving the Skrull and finding them a new homeworld, Carol returns to Earth to see someone from her past.

Dust - Enjoying a relaxing morning together with her lover, Captain Marvel never expected her to suddenly disappear.

Valkyrie/Brunhilde

Soft - Hitching a ride with Bruce and Rocket to New Asgard, (Y/N) meets the elusive Brunhilde and wants to ask her out.

Hardness (Sequel to Soft) - (Y/N) and Brunhilde go on their first date and (Y/N) takes her to an art museum, where she has a surprise for her.

It was my fault - The reader wakes up to find Brunhilde gone and goes to find her. They have a talk about why Brunhilde leaves them at night.

Jessica Jones

Shopping for Jess - The reader takes Jessica shopping for more stuff for the apartment.

Shuri/Black Panther

Genius Princess - The reader wants Shuri to go to bed with them.

Comfortable - Shuri is not sure of her outfit for T’Challa’s coronation, and (Y/N) reassures her.

For a while - Reader and Shuri share their first kiss.

Loki 

None Yet

Thor

None Yet

Bruce Banner/Hulk

A Misunderstanding - Bruce thinks the reader fears him when it's quite the opposite.

I'm Not A Hero - A mistake on a mission makes you question whether you're a hero and Bruce helps you.

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Matt to the Rescue - The reader, Matt, Foggy, and Karen go to Josie’s to celebrate winning a case and the reader runs into a creep.

Series

More To Come....

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Can you please make Incorrect quotes for Jessica Jones have encounter with Y/N after he ended Purple Man (I'm talking about comics version)(show version does deserve some compassion) and Y/N being somewhat conflicted about that (on other hand he's happy that PM (Purple Man)is dead but on other hand he is concerned that he would become a murderer) and Jessica is comforting Y/N about that?

Jessica hugs a sobbing Y/N…

Y/N: shouldn’t I have felt bad? I mean…I killed the Purple Man and I don’t feel bad

Jessica: trust me you did the world a favor

Y/N: am I gonna become a killer?!

Jessica: no! I won’t allow that!

Jessica caresses their face…

Jessica: you’re better than that. I believe in you

Y/N: thank you

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Draw your characters

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