#jennifer walters fanfic

[notafunkiller]

MattJen masterlist

Most of my work is intended for readers above 18+, so please read the warnings before starting any of the stories. I am not responsible if you skip the warnings or if you don’t agree with what and the way I write.

🔥 = Smut 💔 = Angst 🌼 = Fluff

One-shots:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GOLDDEVIL!🔥 🌼

- Matt and Jen have been dating each other for 5 months (long distance), and Matt comes to visit her on his birthday.

IT JUST HAPPENED  🌼

- Matt lets his beard grow after hearing Jen compliment Foggy about his.

I GUESS IT JUST CAN WAIT 🔥

-  Foggy and Karen come over at the wrong time and almost catch Matt and Jen in a compromising position.

A DISASTROUS DAY 💔 🌼

- Jen comforts a very miserable Matt after a disastrous day.

THE STANDARD 🌼

- Matt is jealous of Jen’s lock screen.

SYMBOLIC CHRISTMAS GIFTS 🔥 🌼

-  Matt and Jen exchange gifts on Christmas.

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Underrated characters I think should have more fics:

Barbie (HOW IN THE WORLD HAVE I SEEN MOSTLY KEN FICS IN THE BARBIE X READER TAG???)

Liv Mckenzie (scream 5)

Alina Starkov (Shadow & Bone)

Kirby reed. (Scream) (There's like 25 fics max about her)

Sidney Prescott (Scream)

JENTORRA (Antman: Quantumania) (THERES LITERALLY ONLY ONE FIC)

JENNIFER WALTERS (she hulk) (PLEASE YALL)

[avengerscompound]

The Avengers Hellfire Gala Variant Covers

bonus:

[loislame84]

This week I’m working on chapter 3 of the second From Russia story. Kate is getting goats and Yelena is getting frustrated on her mission. Stay tuned.

[your-not-invisible-to-me]

You Drew Stars Around My Scars (Matt Murdock x Jen Walters) 

Ship: Matt Murdock x Jennifer Walters

Summary:

Matt and Jen get to spend some more time together in the morning after defeating Leap Frog.

Word Count: 2,082

Warnings: talks of body scars, a brief scene of oral sex, making out

A/N: AKA I couldn't find many morning-after fics, so I wrote one myself

The sun leaked through the open blinds as the morning of the new day began, but the two people wrapped around one another in bed paid no mind to the source of the shadows that began to form. They were just content to sleep. 

The first thing Jen noticed as she slowly began to wake was the weight of the arm that laid across her stomach. Then it was the fingers softly curled in her hair from the hand that laid above her head. She slowly turned to her side, facing the man who was still sound asleep next to her. 

He’s still here. He’s actually still here.

To say she was surprised was, well, an understatement. She didn’t expect to still be feeling the light whispers of his breath, more the feeling of the cold bed. 

But she’s not exactly complaining either. 

Jen took a moment to breathe in the sight of Matt Murdock as he lay before her. Last night, he was all quick wit and action. His movements were not hesitant as he fought against each person attacking them. He was quick to fight and flirt when it came to their time together. 

But now, now he looked relaxed. It was as if years had melted off his stature. Jen felt familiar with Murdock’s devil side, but this Murdock was something she had yet to discover. 

But would he stick around long enough to let her?

“You know it’s considered rude to stare.” 

Jen jumped at the sudden noise. She still didn’t quite understand how his abilities worked. 

“Well is it still considered rude if I like what I see?” she asked. 

Where was this coming from?

“Do you, now?” The familiar wide smile slid across Matt’s face as he maneuvered so he was now on top of her, caging her head between his elbows. He slowly leaned his head down, waiting for any sign of hesitation. 

But he didn’t find one. Just the sound of Jen’s breath hitching and the beat of her heart growing faster was all he needed to press his lips against hers. Now it was his turn for his heart to speed up. The feeling shook him to his toes as he brought a hand up to cradle her face. The feeling of her hand weaving its way through his hair. 

Matt pressed his tongue up against her lips. He felt her sigh as she opened up to him. As they both opened up to each other. 

Eventually, the two broke apart, both their heavy breaths falling into sync. 

“Well, that was quite the good morning, Mr. Murdock.” 

“I could say the same thing to you, Miss Walters.” 

Matt slowly slid off her again, turning over so he was curled up at her side. She ran her hand through his hair, not missing the way his eyes would flutter with each pass of her fingers. 

“Hmm. What time is it?” he asked. 

Jen pushed herself up a bit to peer over Matt’s head, making sure not to stop her movements. The clock on the side table read 7:13 AM. When she conveyed this to Matt, he smiled, letting out a happy groan. 

“What’s that noise mean?” she asked.

“It means I’m happy because I can make you breakfast.” Matt leans up, pressing a kiss against Jen’s cheek before getting up out of bed. 

Breakfast? He’s staying for breakfast too?  

As Matt stood up and stretched, Jen couldn’t help but admire what she saw. From the strong muscles lining his legs all the way up through his back, and not to mention that ass, it was more than enough to make a woman drool. 

Memories from the night before began to take over.

“God Matt, please don’t stop.” Her hand in his hair pulled harder as he drank her in. His lips wrapped around her clit as he sucked. Eating her out like a man who’d been freed from a life of starvation. 

“You know,” Matt’s voice broke her out from last night’s fantasy. “The faster we eat something, the faster we might get a repeat of whatever’s got you heated up.” He was back leaning over her, now wearing just his boxers, before giving her another kiss and leaving the room. 

Damn him. 

Jen pulled herself out of bed, slipping on her underwear and a t-shirt before heading into her kitchen. Matt was already standing at the stove, cracking an egg into a pan. Jen leaned against the door frame, taking in the sight. 

While before she saw his body, now she was seeing what was on it. Scars riddled down his body like lines sketched on a canvas. Two deep lines across his back, dots showing where someone had to sew him back together.

She suddenly found herself up against his back, lightly brushing the pads of her fingertips against each raise in his skin. She watched as the goosebumps raised with each passing touch. 

“How does a man defending a dozen blocks in New York get these?” asked Jen, softly. 

Matt was quiet for a moment, freezing for a split second before finishing the eggs and sliding them onto a plate. He turned around, wrapping his arms around her waist. Now she could see the deep scars across both his shoulders.

“Would you believe me if I told you it was a ninja?” The smirk on his face was hesitant. Jenn took a moment, trailing a finger up the scar on his shoulder to his neck, pulling him down to place her lips on his. 

“I think I’m learning fast not to question anything about you, Matthew.” 

Any hesitancy in Matt’s smile slipped away as he leaned down to kiss her again. 

“Come on, let’s eat.” 

The two sat down at her kitchen table, falling quickly into a conversation just as easily as they had the night before at the bar. From stories from both of their respective stays in law school- 

“He took Punjabi? Of all things?” 

“Yep.” 

“There was a girl, wasn’t there.” 

“Oh definitely.” 

- to Matt’s early days as the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen –

“She found you in a dumpster?!” 

“I never said I always made the right decisions.” 

“That’s assuming you ever make the right decisions in the first place.” 

“Ouch. I think I need to call an objection, Miss Walters.”

“On what grounds, Mr. Murdock?”

“…Wounding a blind man?” 

Jen giggled, actually giggled, before leaning over the table to give him a kiss. 

“Not a chance.” 

Neither had a chance to even think about the dishes in the sink before Matt had swept her off her feet, again, and was kissing her senseless against the wall. She let out a groan as his hips pushed against her center, feeling him hard against her. She ran her hand down his back and grabbed a fistful of his ass to drive him forward, feeling her knees go weak as she felt him moan.

“What time – umph – do you need to leave for the airport?” It was getting hard for her to formulate words with the feeling of Matt’s hand suddenly down her underwear. 

“Trust me, we have plenty of time.” The feeling of his smirk against her neck was not missed as they both suddenly ended up back in her bedroom. 

A little over an hour later, with both lawyers left plenty satisfied, Matt and Jenn lay tangled up around each other in bed again. Jen, with her head on his shoulder, slowly traced out the shapes of each scar she could feel on his chest. 

Suddenly, she found herself pushing Matt to his back. It was her turn to crawl on top of him as she caged his head between her elbows. She made her way down his body, slowly leaving a kiss on top of each scar she could see. The sound of Matt’s breath hitch with each touch drove her on before she made her way back to the top. 

She laid her head on his stomach, continuing to draw shapes on his skin. 

“How do you do it?” she asked, although a part of her felt like she already knew the answer. 

“Do what?” asked Matt. His head seemed to be filled with fog with each passing touch from the girl on top of him, and part of him was dreading having to get on a plane soon. 

“Go out into the world and fight when you could easily not make it back home.” 

The question made him pause, made him think. So many people have asked Matt different forms of the same thing over the years, but suddenly it didn’t seem enough. 

“When, when you can hear someone screaming for help miles away, and you know that no one is coming for them, it becomes your fault when they get hurt. I go out every night because I know I can help the people that aren’t on a priority list. If not me… then who?” 

He didn’t know if he particularly liked his answer, but the way Jen seemed to curl into him, even more, was more than enough. 

“I can’t help but feel like each scar I see is another person that’s still alive. I know you probably don’t hear it enough, so thank you,” said Jen. Matt didn’t respond, but they both knew he didn’t need to. 

Eventually, all moments have to end, and theirs did when the BEEP BEEP of Matt’s alarm went off. Both lawyers let out a groan at the sudden intrusion. Matt placed a kiss on top of her head before getting out of bed. 

Suddenly, he halted mid-step. 

“What’s wrong?” asked Jen. She pushed herself up to lean against the headboard. 

“Um. Nothing. I just, well I don’t have any other clothes besides my suit,” said Matt. His face was slowly becoming red as he turned and faced her. A beat of silence set in before Jen burst out into laughter, laughing so hard she clenched her side. 

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” said Matt. He sighed, more frustrated at himself than anything. He found his pants and began to slip them on. 

“You forgot to bring extra clothes!” Each word came out more broken than the last as Jen struggled to breathe through her laughter. “Oh my God!” 

“Well, if memory serves, it was because someone was eager to get back to their apartment,” said Matt. Even he had to admit though, he was struggling to hold back laughter. 

Jen stood and got out of bed, bringing the man the top half of his suit that had been flung next to the closet at some point during the night. 

“And I don’t regret a second of it,” she said. 

A quiet pause set between the two lawyers as Matt finished getting dressed. She had given him an open door. One she hoped he’d take compared to the other guys she had been with recently. 

As he finished dressing, Matt slid his arm around her waist and pulled her close to his chest. Another kiss was shared as he dipped his head down, happy to feel the feeling of her tongue pass against his. The two broke apart. 

“I know this isn’t the ideal situation, with me being a thousand miles away in New York and all, but I don’t regret it either. Maybe next time I’m in town, I can actually take you on that dinner?” 

Even with the helmet now on his head, Jen couldn’t help but feel a certain way from seeing that smile on his face. Nervous, yet sincere. 

“I’d like that a lot, Matt, yeah.” 

BEEP. BEEP. 

“Now it seems I really have to go,” said Matt. 

“I’ll walk you out.” 

Matt grabbed his shoes and swung them over his shoulder as he followed Jen through her apartment. As they reached the front door, Jen couldn’t help but giggle again. 

“I can’t believe the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is about to do the walk of shame out of my apartment.” Jen opened the door, letting Matt step through. 

“Now, Miss Walters, is it really the walk of shame if I liked what I did?” 

“Oh did you, now?” 

Matt gave her one last smile and a quick kiss before walking down the steps, turning to give her one last wave before he disappeared down the sidewalk. 

A whole minute seemed to pass before Jenn realized she was damn near drooling after him as she leaned against the door frame. 

Damn him. 

A/N: Comments and feedback are always appreciated! I really tried my best with proofreading, but if I missed something just let me know. Here's to our favorite devil man finally being back!

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SHE-HULK SPOILERS:

Jen cheekily telling Matt he still owes her dinner since him coming to lunch at her place doesn’t count.

[marvelouslizzie]

better then I imagined | matt murdock x jennifer walters | one shot

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Jennifer Walters

Word Count: 1.2K 

Synopsis: Matt and Jen try something new, and Jen isn't a brat for the first time. It's hard at first, but Matt teaches Jen that patience is a virtue.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI, dom!Matt Murdock, sub!Jen Walters, established relationship, light bratting, teasing, fingering, unprotected rough sex

A/N: All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission. Every like, comment, and reblog is highly appreciated.

Jen has no idea how she ended up in this situation. She lays on her stomach with a pillow under her. She feels wholly exposed, but it’s not because of the nakedness. It’s because her ass is entirely on display, but Matt can’t see this. Not directly. Not in detail. He can’t see how much the pillow raises her lower body. How it exposes her asshole and her pussy. Instead, he’s too busy pouring down the lubricant. So much of it. The dampness between her ass cheeks feels bizarre. Like it shouldn’t be there, but before she can make sense of it, another feeling takes over. The lubricant is slipping down slowly. It’s painfully slow, but it still doesn’t take long to reach the right places. From her ass to her center, slowly making its way to the clitoris. She takes a deep breath trying to calm herself down, yet it doesn’t help. The way the lubricant is slipping everywhere is all she can feel, all she can focus on. Instinctively, she moves her hips a little, trying to get a bit of friction, but all she feels is the cold air.

“Don’t move.” Matt’s voice is firm. His hand moves to her back, pushing her a bit down to the pillow, just to limit her movement. “Not yet.”

He’s doing absolutely nothing, except pouring more lubricant and trying to keep her still. Yet, Jen feels unbelievably turned on. She has no idea if it’s the wet feeling or Matt. Maybe both, she thinks.

“How long am I going to wait like this?” It comes out unintentionally bratty.

“As long as I see fit.”

“Maybe I should touch myself instead of waiting for the mood to strike.”

“No. You won’t do that.” He talks like he knows that for a fact. Like he already saw what happened in their future and Jen touching herself is not on the card.

“Why is that?”

Instead of answering, Matt moves his hands closer to her lower body, fingertips lightly touching her inner thighs. Jen takes a sharp breath while he moves his hands slowly and reaches the lips. She has no idea how his touch could be this light. It feels like a feather moving to her most sensitive parts.

“Because if you move, I won’t be touching you like this.”

“I- I need more than this.”

“I know and you will get it. If…” 

“If?” Jen quickly asks. She has no patience left.

“If you listen and do what I say.”

“Which is…”

“For you to stay still.”

“Okay.” Jen’s response comes out a little weak.

“I couldn’t hear.” She knows it’s not true. She knows he can hear everything. Including how many breaths their neighbors took at the last minute.

“Liar.” 

“This attitude won’t benefit you, Jen.” 

“I know you can hear a random guy pouring a glass of water right now. Don’t tell me you didn’t hear me.”

“Okay.” He stops for a second. “I wanna hear you say it louder. How is that?”

“Okay.” She gulps. “I will do whatever you say.” 

Matt hums, satisfied with her response. His fingers start to move again. Still slow, but it’s definitely better than nothing. Jen sighs with relief and Matt smiles. His fingertips move up and down, occasionally rubbing her clit. Every time she feels his touch there, she takes a deep breath. The anticipation is building in her stomach, in her muscles. While he keeps moving his fingers the same way, Jen involuntarily tries to feel more of his touch.

“Jen.” That’s all he says. Only her name, but she freezes.

“I’m sorry.” The response comes instantly and Jen doesn’t understand how he managed to make her get this mindset. Normally, she would be a brat even more, but now… she just wanted him to continue whatever he wants to do to her.

Her apology is enough for Matt. He continues to graze over her sensitive flesh and his slight movement gets a low moan out of her. She wants so much more than what he is giving her. Her body is craving his touch and as if he felt her need, he pushes one finger inside her.

“Oh!”

“Is this what you want?”

“Yes!” She answers so quickly while he keeps moving his finger inside and out. Just one finger, but after all that teasing, it feels so good to feel something inside her. 

His pace is slow and steady. So it doesn’t take long for Jen to crave more, and the steady pace turns into torture. She wants to say something, but the need he created inside her keeps her on the edge. She lets out a frustrated breath and Matt takes the hint. Quickly but carefully he pushes the second finger inside her and Jen moans loudly.

“You are doing such a good job.” His praise is unexpected, but Jen welcomes it. It gives her the courage to finally speak.

“I need more.” It comes out like begging and it surprises Jen. Her own voice is so raspy and low.

“Since you are being such a good girl…” Matt considers her request. “Third finger or me?”

“You.”

“Very well.”

All Jen hears is the clink of a metal. That’s him, unbuckling his belt. Soon it’s followed by the sound of unzipping and then she hears him pushing down his pants. 

Matt grabs himself and aligns his cock right at her center. He can already hear Jen's anticipation, the blood rushing, and the change in her breathing.

“Take a deep breath,” Matt advises and she immediately listens. 

He moves the head of his cock a little, teasing her for one last time. Then he pushes inside her, in one swift movement. In a second, he’s completely inside, and Jen feels overwhelmed by the sudden fullness. A loud sound escapes her, but she has no idea if it’s a moan or a yelp.

“Are you okay?” Matt asks and she hears a little bit of concern in his voice.

“I am. Don’t worry."

“Are you sure?”

“Just move. Please.”

It’s Matt’s turn to obey. He doesn’t ask again. He doesn’t hesitate. It’s not slow anymore. It’s not steady. It’s needy and sloppy. Jen hears his low moans and smiles. Finally, she thinks. Finally, we are even. He quickly picks up the speed and their moans and loud breaths fill the room. Jen's body trembles with the impact of the approaching orgasm.

“I’m close,” Matt says right after feeling her.

“Me too.” She takes a deep breath. “Harder, please.”

His response is slamming himself inside her. The noise that comes out of Jen’s lips isn’t human. She cries out of pleasure and he just wants to hear it again. He pushes himself inside her once again and hears the same response. This new rough pace takes them to climax together. The pleasure is overwhelming, especially for Jen. All that teasing pays off when she cries out his name, gripping what’s near her. Matt’s fingers grab Jen’s hips, his nails digging into her skin while he spills inside her. He keeps moving slowly, riding out their orgasm together. 

When they are both done, Matt falls on top of Jen, still inside her. They both continue to feel the orgasm running through their blood. He moves his head a little and leaves a kiss on her neck, rubbing his nose against her skin.

“Was it like you imagined?” Matt whispers in her ear.

“It was better than I imagined.”

[gammacousin]

Writing Update ✒️

👻 A Ghost Thing: Final chapter pending! Brucenat Ghost AU

🌎 Just Forget the World: 1-2 chapters left Brucenat. Canon compliant.

🏜️ A Safe Place to Land: WIP Susan Banner focused with school aged Bruce Banner

⚖️ The Trial of Bruce Banner: Final Chapter pending! Brucenat B-EX AU

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🎃 I’m drowning in Halloween prompts for a challenge and so all other new ideas must wait.

[notafunkiller]

I Guess It Can Wait

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Jennifer Walters

Fandoms: Daredevil, She-Hulk Attorney At Law

Summary: Foggy and Karen come over at the wrong time and almost catch Matt and Jen in a compromising position.

Warnings: Language and sex (a little)

Links: AO3

“What was that?” Jen asks, breaking the kiss, but Matt doesn’t answer. He just keeps thrusting.

He clearly should have taken the key from Foggy when Jen moved in, but he forgot. Like a fool.

“Where is he?” They hear Karen, and Jen opens her eyes. Both are here… about to catch them.

“Matt! Matt?” Foggy’s voice is so close to the bathroom that it makes her gasp. If Foggy saw them like this, she would die out of shame. It’s like a family member catching you… You don’t ever, ever want that to happen. Matt senses Jen’s panic and starts kissing her neck.

Is he insane?

“Matt, f-fuck, stop.”

“No chance in hell. Now…”  He grabs her hips properly so he can move them —while he’s still inside her— closer to the wall corner.

“Matt, please, they-”

He doesn’t listen, instead, he brings his left hand to her neck, squeezing it a bit, and she has to bite her cheeks not to cry out loud. 

Matt can vaguely hear Karen in the kitchen, texting someone as Foggy finally comes to the bathroom.

“Need you to be silent a bit for me, sweetheart, that’s all. Can you do that for me?” His whispery voice is so soothing, so assuring. He was not even a little affected by this intrusion and she can’t believe it.

“Matt!” Foggy knocks twice and Matt smiles, starting to lightly slowly into her again, not making too much noise, but still, Jen looks at him as if he’s crazy. Maybe he is… and maybe I am too.

“I'm in here, Fog. What's up?”

How can you sound so calm? What the fuck is wrong with you?

“We have news…” Foggy answers excitedly and then tries to explain Fisk’s new strategy, but neither Matt nor Jen actually pays attention to him.

Jen has to bite both of her hands not to cry out loud because Matt is an asshole and decides to lick her breasts like the crazy man he is.

One whimper escapes her though and that is enough for Foggy to freeze and stop talking. Matt realizes and stops thrusting too, a little amused, a little ‘guilty’. And when Foggy looks around he notices a blouse. A woman’s blouse on the floor of Matt’s bedroom…

“Oh, Jesus, no.” He whispers under his breath and Matt giggles.

“Why did he stop talking? Did he…?”

Matt touches her forehead with his. “I don’t know,” he lies.

“You know what, Karen? I think we can wait for one more hour to tell him. Let's go.”

“What? Why?” They hear Karen asking closer to the bathroom now.

“He’s… uhm, busy.”

Jen gasps. “Nooo.”

“We can wait for him to come out-”

“No, Karen, we can’t. See you at the office, Matt.” He grabs her arm gently and leads her to the entrance. “See you, Jen.” He adds before closing the door and leaving them alone again. Matt can hear Karen asking what he meant by Jen, but he stops paying attention to his friends.

“He knows.”

“They both know, yep.”

Jen is not ashamed, she is mortified meanwhile all her boyfriend can do is stay semi-still inside her and try not to laugh to annoy her more.

“You’re an ass.” She slaps his shoulder.

“Why am I an ass?”

“I don’t know, maybe because your friends were here and you decided to keep fucking me?! You heard them coming.”

“Yeah, I did. So?” He doesn’t even feel a little bit sorry.

Catholic boy my ass…

“So?!”

“Yeah: so? I’m fucking my amazing girlfriend in my house.” His lips are so close to hers as he talks, making it hard for her to focus on her ‘anger’. He knows what he does. His echolocation thing is not fair! “It’s their fault for barging in. I will so take my key back.”

“Augh, I hate you.” She rolls her eyes, making him smile. “What does that mean?”

“What?”

“This smirk. This attitude…” Jen sighs. “How am I supposed to look into Foggy’s eyes again?”

“We can talk about my attitude and Foggy later, don’t you think so, sweetheart? We are in the middle of something.” His right-hand finds its way to her clit, only touching it lightly, waiting for her approval.

“Yeah.” He feels her starting to relax. “I guess it can wait.”

[daddy-dotcom]

1943

“Steve Rogers is not a virgin. He lost his virginity to a girl on the USO tour in 1943…” -Bruce Banner, SheHulk, Episode 1

Rating: M

Words: 3, 248

Warnings: Fluff, mild smut in the middle ;)

Summary: While the identity of Steve’s first sexual partner may never be revealed, it’s been theorized that it might be this fan from the USO tour who, coincidentally, might also be Peter Quill’s grandmother. Here is a possible scenario of how the First Avenger finally got laid.

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“Captain, you’re needed down in the lobby”

As usual, duty calls. After each show, Steve was summoned to the lobby to sign autographs and take pictures with fans. This was Senator Grants latest attempt to sell even more bonds at each stop on the tour. Fans began lining up on the stairs just to get an up close look at the star spangled man himself. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, he was approached by a pretty blonde woman who eagerly greeted him with a simple “hi!”

He was frozen in place as he looked into her glowing eyes that were beaming back at him with excitement. His stomach dropped, and in that moment, he was more nervous than he had been when he was on stage. When he realized he had been staring at her, he quickly glanced at the paper she handed him to sign before looking back at her with a shy smile.

“I, uh, who do I make this out to?”

“Make it out to Lottie please!” she said politely while maintaining her infectious smile.

Not only was Lottie a beauty, she was polite and spoke with a voice as sweet as apple pie.

“How’d you enjoy the show Lottie?” he said as he took his time perfecting his signature.

“Oh it was amazing! You really are a natural up there Captain,”

He chuckled under his breath before responding “you can call me Steve. And just between you and me, I’m not actually a captain.”

She let out a soft giggle before replying, “well don’t worry Steve, your secret’s safe with me.”

He handed the autographed photo back to her and she thanked him enthusiastically. Now she was the one staring and she looked like she was waiting for him to say something. Steve decided to take a chance and do something he knew his pre-serum self would get turned down for.

“I know this might be a bit forward, but can I buy you a drink tonight?” he asked with a hint of nervousness in his voice. Even as his post-serum self, he couldn’t escape the shy and awkward tendencies of skinny Steve.

“I’d be honored, Captain! Oh I’m sorry- Steve. Yes I’d love to.”

“Great!“ Steve said just a little too loudly.

“I’ll finish up with these last few autographs and we can go,” he added in a slightly lower tone of voice.

“Do you know any good places? I’m not from around here so you’ll have to show me around if that’s alright with you.” His cheeks began to appear just the slightest bit red as he admitted to Lottie that he doesn’t quite know his way around. Sensing his embarrassment, she gave him a reassuring nod along with her beaming smile.

“I think I know just the place.”

Steve had never signed autographs so quickly before, but the more autographs he finished and the more photographs he took, the closer he was to leaving the theater with one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen. His signature was barely legible, but he did anything he could to get through everyone. Finally, after what felt like 100s of signings, mostly everyone had cleared out of the lobby. Everyone except Lottie, who was waiting patiently for him.

“I can’t thank you enough for waiting, Lottie”

“Oh it’s no problem! I haven’t got any plans tonight…well except for letting America’s handsomest soldier buy me a drink.”

Steve felt his face getting warmer. Even though he had been living in his current form for a while now, he wasn’t sure he’d ever get used to women noticing him let alone flirting with him.

“It’s the least I could do for such a beautiful dame like yourself.” Now she was the one who began to blush. This wasn’t the first time a woman flirted with Steve, but it was the first time that he had made one blush. Bucky was right, he thought, you should always compliment a woman.

They began to walk down the street side by side as a towering hotel with a sign that read The Drake Hotel came into view.

“Well this is it '' Lottie stated with a wave of her hand. “They’ve got the nicest bar on this side of town.”

“I can’t wait to try it, I saw it on my way up to my room.” He let out another small chuckle before continuing “funny enough, this is where I’m staying tonight.”

“Well I’ll be! I guess you won’t be having a long ride home.”

He held the door open as she walked through and followed her in shortly after. The lobby was a grandiose display complete with a dazzling chandelier. It was much more mesmerizing at night than it had been earlier in the day and he couldn’t help but stare. He looked over at Lottie and noticed she was looking at it too.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” she remarked.

“It is…but not as beautiful as you.” Steve didn’t know where this sudden burst of confidence was coming from, but he intended to keep it up.

“I must say Steve, you really know how to make a girl blush.” She held her arm out and being the gentleman that he was, Steve immediately linked his arm to lead her into the hotel bar. He was worried that people were going to recognize him and ask him for more autographs, but no one seemed to give him a second look without the Captain America costume.

“I will warn you Lottie, I won’t feel the alcohol at all. It’s a side effect of the serum they gave me.”

She let out a girlish giggle as he pulled out a stool for her to sit on.

“What are the odds? I’m out to drink with the only soldier in the world who can’t get drunk.”

The two shared a laugh at Steve’s expense. She was sweet and funny.

At that moment, the bartender approached the pair.

“I’ll have a bourbon and coke,” Steve said before the bartender turned his attention to Lottie.

“And I’ll have a martini,” she replied. Her attention turned back to Steve, this time, with a coy smile as opposed to her usual bright and bubbly expression.

“So Steve…” she asked him, “where are you from?”

“I’m from Brooklyn,” Steve said simply.

“In New York! Oh my goodness I’ve always wanted to visit. Is it as exciting as they say?”

Steve proceeded to tell her all about his home back in New York. They spent the next hour talking about where they grew up and Steve even shared a bit about his parents and Bucky. Her demeanor was so warm and inviting that he felt like he could open up to her. It had also been a while since he had an honest conversation with someone; he had been on tour for so long that he forgot what that felt like. The two talked nonstop and they were so engaged in conversation that he hadn’t even noticed her hand on his thigh.

You know Steve, you’re one of the nicest guys that’s ever taken me out, I can’t believe you’ve never had a girlfriend.” As much as he was hesitant to reveal that to her, he thought he should tell her the truth. Something about Lottie made him feel like she wouldn’t judge him.

“It’s only surprising because of how I look now. If you saw what I used to look like, trust me, you wouldn’t be surprised” he said before taking a sip from his drink.

She let out her signature bubbly giggle before saying “I bet you I would still think you’re just as handsome. You don’t happen to have a photo, do you?”

Thinking nothing of it, Steve replied “you know, I actually do have one back in my room, I can show you and I guarantee you won’t think I look the same.”

Once again, they walked arm and arm towards the elevator where they hitched a ride up to the 10th floor. One of the perks of being Captain America was that he had the room all to himself. He unlocked the door to a mostly tidy and empty room except for his one bag that he packed for the entire tour. Lottie set her handbag down on the table while Steve locked the door.

“I know it’s here somewhere,” he said as he rummaged through his bag. While he was looking, Lottie turned on the radio and moved the dial to look for a station.

“Found it!” Steve said proudly as he came over to sit beside her on the bed. She ever so subtly scooted over so that their knees would touch. He leaned in to give her a better look at the photo of him when he began basic training.

“Oh my goodness! You were so much smaller,” she said in between giggles. Once they subsided, she turned to look at him. “But I have to admit, you are every bit as handsome in this photo as you are right now.” Her hand was on his thigh once again, but this time he definitely took notice. For the first time since they met, there was a silence between them. He held her gaze for a moment before she began to speak again.

“Steve, I know you’ve never had a girlfriend before…but have you ever been kissed?” He finally breaks her gaze and looks down before answering.

“…not properly, no.” He expected her to laugh or look at him in a judgmental way, but it was just the opposite. She was still looking at him with that same kind smile she had when they met.

“That’s actually very sweet, Steve” she said and he felt as though she was being genuine.

She leaned in close before asking him “how would you feel if we kissed right now?”

He felt his stomach drop and he took a deep breath before answering.

“I wouldn’t mind at all.”

They slowly leaned into one another and as their lips met, neither one of them wanted to pull apart. Lottie kept one hand on his thigh and moved the other one to gently rest on his cheek. Steve had felt something that he had never experienced before, and it was definitely a feeling he could get used to. They pulled apart for just a moment with her hand still on his cheek before she spoke.

“That was quite some kiss, Steve,” Lottie said with a smile. Steve bashfully looked down before replying.

“If it’s alright with you Lottie, I think I’d like to do it again”

Without another word, Lottie nodded her head and pressed her lips to Steve’s once more. This time, she felt his hand come up to the side of her head. She decided to move her hand further up his thigh and she could feel his breathing start to speed up. Lottie took this as a sign to kiss him more passionately and Steve followed suit. At this point, Steve had both his hands tangled in her hair and she had been running her hand back and forth along his thigh. She started to help him get his jacket off without breaking their lips apart. Once it was off, she began to slowly unbutton his shirt which revealed a white tank underneath. She was able to see every muscle along his arms and she couldn’t believe what was underneath his shirt this entire time.

She finally broke the kiss and she grabbed Steve’s hand so that he would stand up with her.

“Do you mind unzipping my dress?” she asked, looking up at him with doe eyes. She turned around and without another word, Steve did as he was told.

“Steve?”

“Yes?”

“Do you mind unhooking the bra too?”

His heart was pounding as he tried his best to unclasp the bra. He was proud that he only fumbled with it for a few seconds before successfully undoing it. He let it fall to the floor along with her dress and she turned around to look at him once again. Now faced with a bare chested Lottie, he felt that it was only fair of him to take off his tank as well.

“Are you okay with this Steve?” she asked while placing her hand on his chest and tracing the outline of his muscles.

He couldn’t find the words to say, so he just nodded with that shy smile of his. He was staring at her body and taking it all in. She truly was gorgeous. She was like a pin-up girl come to life, only a hundred times more stunning. Their lips met again and Lottie began guiding him back towards the bed. This time, she laid back and pulled him on top of her. She could feel his erection through his pants, but she could tell he was trying his best not to put any of his weight on her. With one hand, she grabbed his neck and pulled him closer to her so that he was pressed against her body. This caused Steve to moan, and with a giggle, Lottie whispered in his ear

“You might wanna take off your pants.” Steve quickly unzipped his pants and tossed them haphazardly to the side. He immediately went back to kissing her, only this time, with more intensity and no space in between them. He continued to press his cock against her, over her panties, causing her to moan at the feeling. She desperately began to shimmy off her underwear when Steve remembered something important.

“Hang on, let me get something from my bag.”

Before the war, Steve was not the type to carry around condoms. Once he enlisted, however, they handed them out to every soldier and he decided to just keep them in his bag rather than throw them out. He never imagined he would actually need to use one of them. He grabbed one condom out from his bag and came back over to the bed. As he opened the package, he tried to remember the demo that he was shown when they handed them out. Lottie raised her eyebrows and with a smirk she asked

“Do you need some help, Steve?”

She didn’t wait for his reply before gently sliding the condom onto his hard member, which she was now certain was also enhanced when he received the serum.

Lottie laid back down with Steve on top of her once again. She pressed her lips back to his as she reached her hand down to guide his cock into her. He let out a groan as he felt her walls around him, the feeling of being inside of her nearly taking his breath away.

“Oh Steve!” she cried. His cock was far too big for her to stay silent. He remembered everything Bucky had ever told him about sex and began slowly thrusting himself into her. One thing was for certain, Steve was going to do his best to make love to Lottie.

He continued to give her deep strokes as whines of pleasure escaped Lottie’s lips. She wrapped her legs around his torso and his instincts pushed him to pick up the pace; he could do this all day. He did notice, however, that he was lasting a lot longer than he thought he would for his first time. This was yet another perk of the super serum. Though his stamina wasn’t an issue, he could feel himself getting closer to the edge as he continued to thrust into Lottie. He tried his best to keep from coming so soon, but the grip she had on his hair combined with the sound of her moans was enough to push him over the edge. They both let out a moan as he released inside of her. Shortly after, Lottie reached her head up to plant a soft kiss against his lips.

“How was that for your first time Steve?” she said with a smirk.

“Incredible” he said in between breaths. Steve hadn’t been this out of breath since before the serum. He could run a mile and barely break a sweat, but he was so nervous that his heart rate was higher than ever.

Rolling off of Lottie and onto the other side of the bed, he peeled off the condom and tossed it into the trash. With that taken care of, he crawled back into bed and put his arm around Lottie. She began to trace the muscles on his abdomen again and Steve was grateful for the connection and feeling of intimacy. Although he knew it wouldn’t last, he was glad that he decided to have sex for the first time with someone as sweet as Lottie.

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Steve was awoken to the sight of a beautiful blonde in his bed and the faintest smell of sweet perfume. This was all the confirmation he needed that the night before wasn’t a dream, Steve Rogers was no longer a virgin.

He gently ran his fingers through her hair as he waited for her to wake up. He knew he had to leave soon, but he wanted to look at her as long as he could before parting ways. Lottie began to stir and her eyes fluttered open to see the striking figure that was staring back at her.

“Good morning” she said right before covering her mouth as she yawned.

“Good morning to you too,” Cap answered back.

He offered to buy her breakfast but she politely declined.

“My folks back home are probably worried sick so I oughta catch the next train home” she said with a hint of sadness in her voice. The two of them got dressed and she took him up on his offer to walk her to the train station.

Just like the night before, the two walked arm in arm all the way from the hotel to the station. With every step, he knew his time with Lottie was becoming shorter and shorter. After what seemed like both the longest and shortest walk of his life, they finally reached the station.

“Lottie, I just wanted to thank you for everything last night. If I’m being honest, it was the best night I’ve had during this entire tour.” There he was making her blush again.

“Oh you don’t have to thank me, Steve. If anything, I should be the one thanking you! I mean you did buy me that drink after all” she said with a wink.

“I did want to make it clear that I’m not the type of guy to sleep with a woman and then forget about her,” Steve stated. Then, in a softer voice, he added “but there’s a good chance we won’t see each other again, isn’t there?”

Lottie let out a giggle for the last time before replying.

“You're a good man, Steve. And yes, there is a good chance we might not cross paths again. But who knows? Maybe I’ll come visit New York someday.”

“I’d like that very much.”

Just then, they could hear the sound of the incoming train in the distance. He took one last look at her lips before pressing a kiss against them. She cupped his face in her hands as Steve held onto her waist. They stayed this way until they heard the train finally reach the station. The two pulled apart and Steve watched as the woman who took his virginity began to walk away.

“Goodbye Steve” she said before stepping onto the train.

“Goodbye Lottie.”

He waved her goodbye and just like that, the train left the station and Lottie was gone.

AN: This is my first ever published fic so feel free to leave replies :) I’ve been reading fanfiction and writing some of my own for the past 10 years now, so I thought it was a good time to finally publish something. I also tried to stay true to Steve’s character at this point in his life and I’m also still new to writing smut, hence the “tasteful” mild smut in this fic. Hope you enjoyed.

[plscallmeeren]

W I L L Y O U T A K E M Y C A S E ?

Jennifer Walters x Reader

Request: yesss

Summary: you and Jen finally get around to that coffee date and more :)

Warnings: Swearing; alcohol and cannabis consumption; criminally hot Jen

Word Count: 2

You had never been so nervous nor excited for a date.

But it was a date, right? What if she sabotaged your court case if it went badly? What if she was disappointed? What if you read her wrong and all she originally wanted was to talk about your case?

But she had blushed and she was no saboteur. She had already e-mailed you on the case and said all she needed to. No, it would be fine. It was with a secondhand kind of defiance you decided you needed to take on that same bold edge you automatically had with other women.

"Can I get you something to drink, young man?" an elderly waiter wheezed, looking thoroughly displeased when you politely told him you were still waiting for someone.

You thought about the Lin Kuei, in a reminiscent way that did bubble up to bother you at least once a day.

What might they think of you here, anxious over a woman they would probably no sooner consider kind than a threat to human society.

You were so lost in thought you didn't notice the door swing open to reveal Jennifer.

She smiled in your direction, presently realising that you didn't know she was there. She noted how you looked so cool and uninterested in everything around you. Something she hadn't seen in you at her office.

You finally glanced at her and immediately lit up with a grand smile.

"I'm glad to see you, Miss Walters."

She sat down happily, seeing again and in a stronger light today that wondrous body, that beautiful smile, those skilled fingers trilling on the surface of the table.

"It's nice to see you too, Mr (y/L/n)," she teased.

You took a moment to let your eyes wander across her attire; the similar white shirt and black pants as she had been wearing last, only with the top buttons undone in a sort of casual flexibility.

"So, am I right to assume the time had come to cover the usual?"

The elderly waiter scurried over immediately, purposefully ignoring the appearance of Jennifer, willing to bring you both your coffee and tea, no matter the skin colour.

"What did you have in mind?"

"Where are you from, Miss Walters?"

•••

"You did what? Oh, that's brutal," you laughed incredulously, Jennifer snickering at her childhood story.

"Well, David shouldn't have called me Susan. He knew I didn't like it, I swear. I had no choice but to unleash all the power of the chicken on him."

"Damn, I'm glad I'm not your cousin. Is this a bad time to tell you I'm afraid of millipedes? If I ever do something to hurt you, will you drop a bucket of them over my head?"

"Millipedes? What on earth's so scary about millipedes?" she laughed, and you decided them and there you were prepared to admit to a thousand fears to hear her laugh 1001 times.

"Well- I dunno, they kinda just crawl all over you, y'know? When I was little we had a basement and in the winter the whole floor was full of them and if you stood there long enough they'd start crawling up your legs." You shuddered. Another things the Lin Kuei would never understand.

"Okay, that does sound pretty uncomfortable," she conceded, a quick, involuntary glance at her watch when she saw the waiter glare at them.

Apparently, he wasn't used to loud customers spending more than two hours at his workplace without spending more than ten dollars.

"Looks like moustache is getting impatient, huh?" you whispered, winking at her before standing up and pressing a ten dollar bill into the man's palm coolly.

It seemed those two dollars and 30 cents extra were enough to buy you an extra warm goodbye, with many good tidings and an enthusiastic 'can't wait for your next visit'.

"You didn't have to pay, y'know," Jennifer said on the way out, the glass door falling into place with a clank behind you.

"That's fine. You can pay next time if you want." She couldn't help but smile at the implication of a next time.

"So... I'm heading to a house party with a friend soon, but if you want you can tag along?"

You didn't really expect her to accept. Your date had ended, she probably wanted to go home and recuperate, or head back to work, depending on how her hours worked...

You realised then how much you still wanted to talk to her about.

What you hadn't calculated into your estimation was that Jennifer, while possibly rather nervous or an over-thinker - was also a merciless extrovert.

"Yeah, sure, if you really don't mind?"

"Certainly not, love," you covered up quickly, and so you comfortable made your way to a rather different part of Los Angelos.

Your friend Wren lived in a rather rundown place in the north of L.A. Her apartment basically consisted of a kitchen, a dingy bathroom with a broken light and a poorly concealed bed.

You opened her door with you own set of keys, the first event of the evening Jennifer didn't comment on.

"Wren! You home?"

"Yeah, just putting on my make-up. Come on in," she shouted back from her giant bed.

"I brought a visitor." You glanced at the clock in the kitchen which read half past six.

"Really? You telling me you had human contact with someone apart from me?" Mockery ebbed into her tone with defiance.

"Jennifer. I told you, remember?"

The second event she didn't ask about.

"Oh... right. Wait a sec." There was some shuffling from behind the paper flip-wall and she popped out, one eye with eyeliner and mascara and one without. "Hi! It's nice to meet you."

"Uh- Nice to meet you, too." Some part of Jennifer had denied the female voice and somehow stuck to the assumption that your friend was a man.

Wren was very far from a man. She thrived on being feminine and her body had definitely graced her with a figure to support that sentiment.

You pulled her into a quick hug. Not the kind of quickness that derived from lack of comfort, but the kind which you only did out of habit because you saw each other every day, anyway.

She gulped. You wouldn't have asked her on a date if she had anything to worry about. You wouldn't have asked her if she wanted to come if you weren't interested after all.

Or would you? Did the date not go well? Were you just being polite?

"Zip this up for me, would you?" Wren asked, turning around from one skin-bearing side of her dress to another. Not much was left to imagination.

You zipped up the back of her black dress harshly, leaning over to whisper in her ear: "Cut it out. I don't need you making her jealous, the date went well."

She pulled away, offered Jennifer something to eat and while she walked to the fridge, her answer was breathed right back at you: "If you're not at home fucking, the date didn't go well enough."

You sighed. Wren generally focused on the physical part of relationships, and admittedly, usually you did, too. But this was a different situation.

Jennifer wasn't just hot - she was, no doubt about it - she was also kind and smart and open and...

Oh, no.

"So, Jen... I wasn't counting on you coming, but I have a dress here that you can wear."

"Oh. Wow, that's really nice of you," Jennifer answered kindly, ignoring the nickname.

"Here," Wren announced, pulling out one of the most revealing dresses You had ever seen in your life. Red with a slight shimmer, high cuts on the sides, deep v-neck, a diamond cut out above the abdomen, and on her it would be… well, her.

"You're fine to go in what you're wearing now, too," you said quickly, but again you had underestimated her confidence.

"No, that looks nice. Thanks again."

She took the dress under her arm with a wink and sauntered to the bed. Your eyes widened and you couldn't help but follow the swing of her hips.

"Okay, first of all, she's hot, like, truly sexy," Wren started, and I let my face fall to my palms. "Second; totally into you. She was glaring daggers at me before."

"Yes, thank you for that," you whispered sarcastically.

"You're welcome." A cunning smile, indeed.

What that dress on Jennifer did to you could not be described. The curve of her ass and bosom that you swore to yourself you only noticed in peripheral vision and the hugging fabric, slights rills for texture, her hair out and shining.

You looked away quickly as to not let your body betray you, and this was the third event Jennifer didn't question even though she wanted to.

•••

You were quick to realise that this was not Jennifer's scene and that she was subsequently doing an impressive job of blending in.

The night club hadn't been busy; it was only 7:30 when you arrived - far too early for the crowd, but you were going to meet some friends and had hoped to talk before two bodies couldn't help but press together in the open space.

It was eleven o'clock now - you had long given up on talking and had waded into the crowd to dance, or at least move somewhat to the beat.

And even though she was only moving to the beat, Jen looked incredible. She always did, but this was a little new.

She had transformed back to human form because she didn't want to be introduced or recognised as a hulk and she wanted to fit into the dress.

You couldn't believe how much you loved both of her forms. How could she always be so gorgeous?

"Hot in here, isn't it?" she asked, having managed to reach the other end of the open.

You opened your mouth once or twice before answering, still half embarrassed by your thoughts, then mumbled a 'yeah, I guess so'.

"Can we go outside for a moment?"

"Sure."

Once you were situated in the backyard of The Black Cat, you pulled out a cigarette, lighting it quickly, only now considering whether that might put her off.

Deeming it too late, you took another drag and held it between two fingers as you sat down. "What's up, love?"

"Something's off about you," she stated bluntly, and you accidentally took the smoke up your nose.

"Sorry?"

"Oh- Okay, that sounded wrong. What I mean is- Look, I have had more contact with the supernatural in the past year than ever before, so my believing has been tried and tested. You," she pointed her index finger in your vague direction as if she had to specify who she meant, "did not seem bothered by that scorching hot coffee until I asked you about it. You aren't hot in the club. You don't sweat. Your fingers were blue the other day at the office - I promise, it wasn't nearly that cold."

You gulped. It was a bad habit of yours - letting your fingers go cold when you were anxious to distract you. How could you make an excuse to explain this? Would she believe it? Could you make yourself tell her all that simply wasn't true?

Weren't you finally tired of hiding that part of you?

"Uh- Okay. You promise you won't freak out?" you asked unsurely, and she quickly nodded. "Well- Have you ever heard of Sub-Zero? That, um... That might or might not be me, depending on whether or not you're one of the people who think he's a vigilante."

You could clearly see the shock on her face and your heart sunk. No one knew that other than people involved and Wren. You hadn't trusted anyone else. You had only known this woman for two days. Why had you told her?

"I'm not. If there's one thing I've learned other than to expect everything... it's that you don't know anything if you don't have a motive."

She smiled. You beamed.

She leaned in slowly, closing her eyes, and you stomach did somersaults in the most childish way you might imagine.

Your lips met and it all fell into place. Literally and figuratively. You were born to kiss this woman. Born to put your hands on her waist and pull her into your lap while she ran her fingers through your hair. Born to think of what a beautiful mind she had while being overwhelmed by physical attraction.

You stayed like that for a while, then danced together, then went back to Wren's house in the early hours to help your friend throw up and finally parted with a goodnight kiss that lasted just six seconds too long.

She didn't question any more events that night.

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Sorry if it's a bit rushed toward the end but I've already written the next part and I wanted to post it... will do so upon interaction ;) that's called marketing strategies btw

Next part is a little filthy but also wholesome in the sexiest way. Hope you're ready..........

Good night

-Eren ❤️

[loislame84]

Shhh don’t scare it away 😂😂 the planning has begun. Get ready From Russia fans. I’m going to begin working on this in the next couple of weeks. Stay tuned for more!

[arsowon]

Jennifer Walters x gn!Reader

summary: you’re unsure your outfit with Jennifer

word count: idk its very short

warnings: reader is wearing a dress. not proofread

A/n: i wrote this quickly on a plane sorry if its bad also english isnt my first language

“You look great”. “Ugh are you sure” you sighed, rubbing the sides of the your dress. “Yes I’m sure Y/n. You look amazing like you always do” Jennifer reassured you. “I don’t know, maybe i should wear the black dress” You said still staring at yourself in the mirror of your shared bedroom. “Which you look equally great in” Jen added rubbing your shoulders. You stared at yourself in the mirror. “I guess I do look pretty damn good”. “See, you look amazing no need to worry” Jen said. You smiled and kissed her on the cheek. “Can we go now though? we’re 20 minutes late”. “Hey beauty like this takes time” You said laughing.

[webtrinsic1122]

SHE HULK SPOILERS:

OH GOD ABOMINATION IS NOW AT KAMAR-TAJ WITH AMERICA GOD STEPHEN IS GONNA TAKE HER BACK TO THE SANCTUM SO FAST

[shipwreckinabottle]

my pad, your pad, lilypad

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: She-Hulk: Attorney at Law (TV)

Relationship: Matt Murdock/Jennifer Walters            

Word Count: 7074

Summary: and there's a vague sense of awareness that—from the sway of the cross as he fucks her into the bed—he’s definitely got a hell of a dirty mouth for a Catholic boy.

/hours after the Lilypad/

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I wrote a thing!

(Read on Ao3)

(short preview)

There’s thunder overhead and a heavy pour when they get to her place. Her back presses up against the front door, his hand finding purchase on the wooden beams beside her, his lips a mixture of rainwater and salt. He partly shields her from the downpour as she fumbles blindly through her purse for the keys, the lone, flickering porchlight above them casting his silhouette across the front lawn like a demon from the dark, surely a metaphor there for the less… distracted times.

The rumble of thunder breaks their kiss, a powerful flash of lightning illuminating Californian palm trees swaying in the wind and a reddened gleam off the carbon plates of Matt’s specialized suit, a brief, visible flare of knife scratches, chipped surfaces from bullet marks, and whatever other old, attempted wounds remain.

Jen finds the key eventually and opens the door. Shoes kicked off at the entrance, another flash of lightning, and she catches his outline by the doorway, rainwater lit up like blood across his darkened frame, deviled horns and an empty, red slit in his mask where eyes should be. Another strike of lightning, thunder follows, and she sees red, red, red, the color of hellfire and death, of blood and the Devil who comes in the night to collect.

She understands it, then. His moniker. The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. She had laughed at it previously, finding it a bit too edgy and on the nose, but it’s a lot more apt than she had thought, even terrifying up close in the dark.

And yet, as Matt approaches her, as their lips hover inches apart, as she breathes him in and tastes the rainwater on his lips, as his mask peels away and her hands knot into his hair and his calloused fingers curve her jaw and angle her chin towards him, Matt feels nothing less than human, radiating gentleness and warmth and laughter echoing from his throat to her own as they hear the comical squelch, squelch, squelches coming from his wet boots.

They break apart so that he can remove his shoes and toss them aside in a wet flop. A soft click follows as Jen turns on a nearby lamp, nothing too bright, but enough for her to see him up close, full of warm shadows and sharp angles and the lines in his face and the flecks of hazel in his eyes. His hair looks weirdly soft in the touch of lamplight, whatever product he had previously used to hold it up had washed away in the rain, and some of it now falls against his forehead, all poofy and sudden urges to reach out and smoothen them back across his hairline.

Then off come his gloves, the latches, the hidden compartments and batons and clasps and zips. It takes Matt a full minute to shoulder off the top portion of his suit, which falls heavily to the ground with a loud thump, revealing its innards lined with hidden plates and protective kevlar.

Something in her chest flutters at the sight of his pale skin, at the lean lines of muscles and the mortal woes of a man without unbreakable, gamma-radiated flesh; he has scars, more than she can count at a single glance, more than she can likely see in the dim lights. She recognizes some of them from her time at the DA’s office, a mishmash of knife cuts and bullet wounds and dark bruises where ribs had broken again and again before healing fully, like a painting drawn over a hundred times, scars healed over and scars anew.

The reality of it sinks in for a moment, terrible, terrible, and it breaks her heart a little.