#jennifer walters x you

[getlostsquidward]

the morning after

pairing: jennifer walters x reader

a/n: the iron man thing was completely self-indulgent as you can see by my username lol

summary: the date you had last night with jen left you wanting more—hopefully, she does too.

You stared at the ceiling fan slowly spinning as you tried to remember last night's events. 

Scratch that, you do remember every single thing, but it was so surreal you weren't sure it wasn't just a figment of your imagination. You still can't even believe that you matched with the She-Hulk.

As soon as you saw her profile, you swiped right at the speed of lightning, although you knew there was a less than ten percent chance of her matching with you.

So when the Matcher notification pinged hours later showing you that you had a match, no other than her, you panicked. It never really subsided until you were across the table from her in a fancy restaurant, all your worries about not being able to handle a freaking conversation disappearing every minute that passes, every banter that was exchanged. And just like that, you find yourself in her bed, still stark naked under the covers from last night's rather...eventful happenings.

The first time you heard her laugh—you knew you had to see her again after this. (The first one wasn't even finished and your mind was already on the next one, oh boy, were you whipped.)

She was surprised when she caught a glimpse of your lock screen, being Iron Man's ass. She showed you hers, being Captain America's. You were slightly worried that this will cause some disagreements considering the whole Sokovia Accords stuff, but Jen laughed it off and said that “It's like we're meant to be!” with such enthusiasm.

The drive after dinner seemed like a blur because as soon as you got out of her car, she carried you bridal style all the way to her room.

The rest was history.

You heard a noise coming from outside, making it your cue to leave the bed. It took you a while to find your own clothes on the floor. As you went out, you see Jen (automatically assuming it was her) sitting on the couch eating breakfast. The sight and the smell of food made your stomach grumble rather loudly, capturing the attention of the woman.

“Uh. Hi?”

Jen chuckled at the visible confusion and the abashed look on your face. “Good morning. Here,” she gestured towards the table. “I made breakfast.”

You took hesitant steps closer to her. You're uncharacteristically nervous and it shows. It was a good kind of nervous, though.

“You weren't so shy last night,” she remarked as she took a sip of freshly squeezed orange juice, flustering you even more.

“You aren't so...tall,” you retorted, earning a mocking hurt look from her, a hand pressed against her chest.

You didn't know where that came from.

“Hey, that's mean. We're pretty much the same height now, you know.” She mused, stuffing more pancakes in her mouth. “Is that a downgrade?”

“What? No. It's...you're perfect.”

Jen stilled, taken by surprise. She was scared that this might turn out like that last date that she had, the man practically bailing out as soon as he saw her outside her Hulk form. 

Though her dating life wasn't exactly all giggles and butterflies, her date with you was easily the best among each that she had through the dating app, probably even her whole life. She made a mental note to treat Nikki to lunch sometime.

Jen really likes you and wants to know you better, so before she could have her hopes up, she asks. “Are you talking about me being just Jen, or are you referring to me as She-Hulk?”

“Both. Both are perfect,” you answered, turning to her. “I've gone on a date with you as She-Hulk...I've spent less than an hour with you as Jen, and…I would really like to go on a date with regular old Jen, too. That is if you want to…”

She set down her glass and pounced at you, trapping you between her and the couch's armrest. Jen's gaze flickers between your eyes and lips as she slowly leans in. Her lips moved against yours gently, unhurriedly, it was almost innocent. She could taste the maple syrup on your lips, smiling at how sweet you tasted. Soon the kiss grew passionate, Jen quite literally taking your breath away. She pulled back with a smile on her features, the little dimples on her cheeks easily making you swoon. 

“I'll take that as a yes.”

[infernalodie]

𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 || 𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

“𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘦 '𝘊𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘐'𝘮 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩“

Inspo: Labrinth - Mount Everest

Pairing: Jennifer Walters x Fem!reader

Summary: You were a criminal that Jennifer couldn’t stand helping anymore. But maybe she came to your office for something more.

Warnings: Quite graphic in the first bit of it. Angst, brief smut, strap-on, pet names, and mommy kink.

Words 2474

DNI IF YOU’RE YOUNGER THAN 18!

Jennifer didn’t know why she took the money. She wasn’t sure what compelled her to even decide years ago to become your lawyer, but she did know that it had been a mistake. Defending your disgusting acts was one thing because it was her job and she’d done it with countless other people. But taking your hush money for seeing your killings was another.

She would like to say that she had a good moral compass. Jennifer never liked the idea of getting herself into stuff she can’t get out of. Her work life helped her stay on a steady path and her friends made her stay out of the life of thrill. Which some may say is boring, but she loved her life. She never wanted it to change from that.

But when you entered her life, you changed her entire life. Giving her the biggest break she had with your case of murdering countless people and dumping their remains in the Great South Bay. You were a billionaire and had a strong chokehold on the city. No one liked you and that caused the press to surround your case like moths to a flame. And although Jennifer hated you as well, she still had a job to do and went on to defend you. Somehow, saving you from life in prison and disproving every account of you being the murderer you were.

Since then, many didn’t look at her the same for taking the case. But she also knew many looked at her as a prestigious lawyer for it. And you had made her your main lawyer. She still remembers you handing her a cheque for $50,000, as thanks for her service. That alluring gaze you held and your soft pink lips curved in the tiniest of smirks as she took it without a second thought.

Now, after your most recent case of having been responsible for murdering one of the gangs in New York to claim more territory for yourself, she had received another cheque that had far too many zero’s. All because she had wandered too far in Brooklyn to find you standing back as one of your men gutted another man. Pulling out his intestines and stabbed them into the wall. She still could remember your haunting voice that filled the dark alley, “Walk.”

A simple order, but one that made Jennifer’s skin crawl as the man attempted to walk away. Sobs fell from his lips as he slowly got farther with his intestine straining and pulling out more. And when she gasped, you had found her watching. Long story short, you had given her money to not speak on it after one of your men grabbed her. You stared at her with a deadpan as she cowered in fear of what you might do. Thinking about it now, Jennifer wasn’t exactly sure why you didn’t kill her, but she was willing to take that instead of facing the same fate as the unfortunate man that lay dead only a few feet from her.

That had been a week ago, but now, she couldn’t handle having the money anymore. She didn’t want that guilt on her mind or being constantly reminded of what she had seen. Not to mention the fear that you had people watching her in case. She hadn’t left her apartment once because of it. Instead, she just had food delivered to her and had her friends bring whatever she needed from the store.

But currently, she stood in the elevator, feeling that weird gut feeling the steel cage gave people when rising or descending. Except, this was the natural fear she had for you now. Because she understood why everyone hated you and was afraid of you. You sat in a skyscraper, staring down at the city, and did heinous acts when the sun went down. That wasn’t even going into the scheming you likely did during the day.

The doors to the elevator slid open to reveal only one door hallway that led down to a set of doors. And pushing past her anxiety, she walked down the hall. Her heels clicked against the polished floors.

As she grew closer to the doors, she could hear the sounds of thuds and muffled voices. Her heart began to pound against her chest as she took calm breaths, hoping that it might push down the fear she held for you. And when she stood opposite the doors, her sweaty hand clenched and knocked on the door.

There was a few beats of silence as Jennifer stood there anxiously. Then there came your voice from inside. “Come on in, Jenn.”

Your beckoning voice caused the woman’s hair to stand up as she shakily grabbed the hand and twisted it. Slowly entering, her eyes widened at the sight of a man tied to a chair beaten and bruised. You standing in front of him with your shirt off and only a sports bra covering your chest. Latex gloves sticking to your hands with blood covering them.

Glancing over your shoulder, the fear in Jennifer’s eyes and expression was the first thing you saw. Motioning to the guy, you sighed in annoyance. “He stole a hundred million from me by taking some off the top of every deal I made,” you explained, thinking it might justify why you were being so brutal. “Caught him before he could skip over to Mexico and live a happy life with the wife and kids.” You grabbed a handful of the man’s hair, yanking his head up, eliciting a cry from his lips. “Ain’t that right, Richey?”

“Let him go.” The sudden outburst shocked you and Jennifer. The lawyer’s lips clamped shut, not wanting anything to slip out.

But you turned to her, lips curling into that evil grin. “Let him go?” A laugh fell from your lips. Jennifer sent you a stern look, one that tried to show some dominance in the situation.

If anything, it amused you how someone so small and naive could be so morally right. So, you smiled with a shrug. “As you wish.”

There wasn’t a chance Jennifer could stop you when you pulled out your pistol from the back of your pants and shot the man in the head. His head flew back with blood splattering across the fur carpet where a couch and TV sat.

Jennifer watched as you clicked your tongue in annoyance. Reaching down to the grey fur and pinching a few droplets of blood. “Now I have to get a whole new rug, you stupid bastard.” You kicked the deadman over, his body hitting the floor with a thud.

“Why - Why did you do that?!” Jennifer finally yelled, looking at you fearfully as you casually moved to your desk and sat down in your large leather chair.

“You told me to let him go, and I did. I don’t see the problem here, Jenn-”

“Don’t call me that!” She ordered harshly. “We aren’t friends and I am not going to be your lawyer anymore.”

The amused look you held slowly washed away with a blank expression taking over. “What the hell do you mean?” You asked in a low tone.

“I mean, I’m not your lawyer and you can take your money back because I am done helping you for shit you are clearly guilty of!” Jennifer barked out, marching towards the desk and slamming the million-dollar cheque onto your desk and the papers of her resignation to ever defending you again. “I won’t say anything, but I am not going to support you from this point on.”

Again, Jennifer had to endure another few moments of silence. Your dark eyes staring holes into her as you slowly took the papers and scanned them. The silence you gave in response was deafening as Jennifer was quite used to you talking a bit during these ones on ones with her. But this side of you was different.

And she wouldn’t lie that, before all the horrible acts you had made, or at least before she knew they were true, she had some sort of crush on you. Infatuated by how you carried yourself and made every other rich guy look like a fucking idiot. But it had also been your body and voice that sent her in a daze. Your soft voice rang through her ears and able to calm her senses whenever she felt anxious about taking one of your cases. And your body, it was a sight to behold. Abs cut so nicely and your arms defined beautifully that made her wonder what it would be like underneath you.

But now, she thinks that these attributes you had were all for a reason. That being it was to maintain dominance over anything. If it was brute willpower or manipulation because you had managed to convince everyone, including Jennifer, that you were a businesswoman and never indulged in these disturbing acts. Now, Jennifer could see it all and didn’t know where her feelings resided.

Eventually, you tossed the papers in her direction of the desk. “Why don’t you take a seat, Ms. Walters?” You muttered, taking your gun and sliding it into your desk.

Although she didn’t want to, if it led to her getting out of here sooner than later, Jennifer would listen. So, she listened to your order and slid into the seat opposite your desk. Hands clasping together in her lap as you stood to your feet slowly. “Do you know why you came here, Walters?”

The question threw Jennifer off, frowning at your inquiry. “What do you mean?”

“Jennifer, I think you should know one thing about me - my personal distaste…” You walked around your desk, eyes focused on the lawyer that slightly shook with you closing in closer to her. Soon standing behind her chair with your hands resting on the back with your lips coming close to the shell of her ear. Your warm breath causes the woman to let out a shaky exhale. “…and it’s repeating myself.”

“I am just trying to understand what you mean, Y/n.”

“I think you know what I mean,” you say softly in her ear, eyes focusing outside the window and down onto the city. “You had a week to come to me and ask to be released from my hold on you. I mean, you could’ve just given me the money back the same night you saw me. But you didn’t. So, what took you so long, kitty?”

The nickname sent heat throughout Jennifer’s body as she rubbed her thighs together. You caught it, lips curling into a small smirk as you chuckled softly. “Oh, is that why?” You inquired. “Did you need my help, sweetheart?”

Although Jennifer’s face was flushed in embarrassment at how she was aroused by you, she held a brave face. “I don’t know what you mean.”

You hummed, offering your hand. “Can I see your hand, Jenn?”

Jennifer, hesitantly, did oblige and quickly realized how small your hand was in hers. But it hadn’t matter when you slowly moved her hand behind her where she felt the texture of your pants before feeling the silicone cock tucked in your pants.

She gasped, head snapping up to you and finding you wearing a grin. “I knew you were coming. I had people watching you and following you since you caught me conducting my business.” You leaned in close, lips curving wider into a grin. “I must say, you look adorable when you look angry, kitty.”

You licked your lips glancing down at her hand that continued to palm at the strap, almost like her body did it on its own. Looking back up at her, you leaned in closer. Lips ghosting over Jennifer’s that parted with a shaky exhale. “So, what is it going to be, Jennifer?” You asked. “You gonna stay or leave Mommy all alone for the night?”

“M-Mommy!” Jennifer bounced in your lap. Eyes rolled back with your cock stuffed inside her to the brim.

You were leaning back, lighting a cigarette and watching the woman satisfy herself. A beautiful sight to behold and enough to sedate the hunger you had been holding yourself off from for months since you met the lawyer.

Blowing out the smoke to the left, your left hand rested gently on Jennifer’s hip. “Such a good girl for me,” she muttered. “You were made to please me, Jenn. It’s good that you decided to start now.”

The possessiveness you display sent shivers down the lawyer’s spine as she leaned forward with her hands grasping your shoulders. Moving her hips in a rock as she got drunk off your cock sliding deep inside of her.

Her walls fluttered around the faux silicone deep inside her. Legs shaking with each dive it took inside of her. It made it hard for her to breathe, but all the more content on going until she fell out of consciousness.

She was a broken mess with her dripping arousal sticking to the inside of her thighs. Smearing the leather with each bounce as the wet sounds of her pussy filled the office that consisted of her moans and your title falling from her lips. Even though a body lay cold only a few feet away, Jennifer couldn’t find an ounce in her to care.

One of your hands snaked between the both of you, pressing two fingers firmly against her clit. The physical and vocal response was immaculate to see and hear. You watched with a smirk as the woman shivered with a cry as her hips bucked forward. Leaning back with one of her hands resting on your knee with she bit her other. Continuing to thrust her hips forward with the stimulation your fingers gave to her bundle.

“Good girl,” you whispered, eyes unable to find where to pay attention to. Jennifer’s flushed features or her riding your cock whilst desperately trying to achieve that extra bliss that was in her grasp. “If you’re good, I won’t ever let you go, baby.”

Jennifer could only mewl in response, unable to string together a sentence or plea. Choking on her words and moans as tears streamed down her cheeks. She was losing her mind from your cock and she never wanted it to stop. As long as she got this type of treatment everytime she saw you, she never wanted to leave.

But before she could get any more lost, your hand grabbed her by the throat and yanked her face down. A moan slipped past her lips as you grinned excitedly at the woman. Slowly kissing away her tears, causing the lawyer to allow her eyes to flicker shut at the soft sensation before you barely pulled a breath away. “So, are still gonna be my lawyer, pet?”

[faebirdie]

If Only

Pairing: Jennifer Walters/fem!Reader

Category: slight angst with a happy, fluffy ending

Words: 2,336

Warnings: talk of both reader and Jen’s insecurities, sort of boss/employee relations

Requested: No. I’m so sorry to those of you who do have requests in my inbox. I’ve had so little inspiration to write lately until this randomly hit me.

Summary: Jennifer’s assistant is doing everything she can to keep her very inappropriate crush on her boss under wraps. But she just can’t keep her mouth shut when Jen shows how much the constant attention she’s receiving as She-Hulk rather than Jen is getting to her. Set after episode 5.

A/N’s: The most unrealistic part of this show about superhumans is that supposedly no one wants Jennifer as herself rather than as She-Hulk.

Masterlist and Request Rules

Jennifer Walters is a good boss. A great one even. The best boss you’ve ever had, as a matter of fact. Which really should be a good thing. And it would be if she wasn’t also the sweetest, cutest, and just all around most infatuating woman you had ever had the pleasure of knowing. But she was. 

Which has left you with a bit of a dilemma. Because you can’t date your boss. Hell, you shouldn’t even be thinking about her like this at all. You shouldn’t be thinking about how adorable she is in the morning when she first gets into the office and can barely keep her eyes open until she drinks the coffee you always bring her. You shouldn’t be wondering about what else goes through her head while she’s reading over the case briefs you’ve printed for her. And you definitely shouldn’t be daydreaming about how nice it would be to hold her hands, the same hands you can’t pull your eyes away from now as she packs up her briefcase for the night. It’s a wildly inappropriate thing for you to imagine with any coworker much less your actual employer! And most definitely grounds for her to fire you if she were ever to find out.

But you just can’t help yourself. Especially not now, while she’s standing in her true ‘just Jennifer’ form rather than towering over you as ‘She-Hulk’. Moments like these were becoming more commonplace. Moments spent alone, just the two of you in her office after most of the building had already gone home. Jen spent most of her time with you as her green alter ego, whether that be in court or during any other regular business hours in which she was representing the firm rather than herself. She didn’t complain to you about it, but you could tell sometimes that the constant pressure to be someone larger than life could get to her in certain moments. And while you try not to think too much about it, the fact that she feels comfortable enough around you to trust you with her more vulnerable side, it makes your heart flutter and your palms sweat.

“-need to formally file that appeal by the end of the week or we’ll be screwed. Can you be in a few minutes early tomorrow so we can get that started before we need to be in court?” Jennifer’s honey sweet voice breaks through your thoughts just a moment too late. 

You do your best to hide the way you’ve been zoned out with a measured nod and a quick hum in agreement even though you aren’t entirely sure what appeal she had been talking about. That’s a problem for tomorrow.

“Ugh. Thank you so much. I hate to ask. You’re already working way longer hours than most of the other assistants in the office. I promise you that we’ll be all settled into things here soon and then we’ll be able to work less overtime. I feel terrible about having to get in the way of whatever you’d rather be doing outside of this damn office,” You force yourself to focus on restacking the mess of paperwork sitting on the desk next to you rather than allow yourself to get sucked into the way Jen’s eyes focus on you as she talks.

Though maybe you hyperfocus too hard because you definitely aren’t thinking about the words that come out of your mouth next, “It’s ok. Honestly, my friends are all either busy with their own jobs or relationships and I haven’t been very into the dating scene lately. No one’s really caught my attention as of late. Well-” you barely catch yourself before taking what was already becoming far too personal of a conversation and moving it into dangerous territory. What are you doing? You can’t be saying any of this! Think! Think! Fix this before she gets uncomfortable. What was almost ‘Well other than you.’ becomes, “Well, other than this girl I know through a friend of mine. But, I don't think I’m her type,” The half truth you tell is probably still pushing it a bit, but at least you hadn’t admitted your schoolgirl crush on Jennifer to Jennifer.

You force yourself to look up from the now perfectly symmetrical stack of papers you’ve been fiddling with to where Jen stands directly on the opposite side of the large desk from you. Instead of finding a judgmental glare pointed at you as you’d feared, you see that she’s no longer looking at you. Jen’s head is turned slightly, staring over your shoulder towards the large windows that make up the back wall. Her warm, hazel eyes are unfocused, clouded over with something you struggle to place.

A moment passes in silence between the two of you before her eyes meet yours once more and she speaks, “I can understand that,” her tone is soft, almost whispered as she continues with a brief chuckle, “I haven’t had much luck in that field as of late either. I don’t think online dating is meant for someone who the world already knows so much about. There’s so many…expectations. Then again, they’re all about She-Hulk. Not Jen.”

Something in the way she says her own name, with a touch of contempt almost, gives the final clue for you to recognize what you had been seeing in her eyes just moments ago. Insecurity. Self doubt. Loathing even. They were all feelings you know well. But ones you can’t handle seeing come from the striking woman standing across from you.

You’ve only been working for Jen for a few short months, but the long hours spent together have allowed you to become incredibly familiar with her. You know her coffee order by heart, could pick her handwriting out of a lineup, and had even met much of her family after dropping some critical documents off at her house when she’d forgotten them at the office. You've seen her sharp mind at work a hundred times but still don’t find yourself getting bored while watching her practice her opening or closing arguments. Her nervous rambling makes you smile and the way her natural curls frizz up after a long day of mussing with them causes your heart to flutter. And that idea that Jen doesn’t see all of this beauty in herself the way you do is heart wrenching. You just can’t stand for it. 

“Look, Jennifer, this is probably completely out of bounds for me to say and I know I should just keep my mouth shut but I can’t. So I’m sorry, but you deserve the world. You are smarter than pretty much anyone I have ever known but somehow manage to never make those around you feel dumb or less than. And you work harder than every lawyer on this floor combined. Not for the accolades or the attention but because you genuinely, truly care about making a difference. You’re a good person with a huge heart,” you should stop there. You should really, really stop there but you just can’t. Now that the feelings you’ve been holding back for weeks have started to come out, you just can’t stop the rest. So you continue to express every compliment you’ve thought of about Jen since meeting her, each becoming more definite in tone as you go on, “And my god, Jen! You are so damn cute and funny and sweet while still managing to be hot and intimidating in the best possible way. I’ve been going mad sitting in this office with you every day and not being able to tell you how much I care about you and how I just want you happy no matter what form you are in. I hear you and Nikki talk about these shitty dates you’re going on and it kills me! Because these people you’re seeing are completely ignorant to just how amazing you are and how lucky they are just to sit across from you. And I know I’m ranting but I just can’t sit here and not say anything while you feel anything less than wonderful about yourself. I just want you to see yourself the way I do. To love yourself the way I do.”

You’re breathing hard when you finally finish your outburst. The pump, pump, pump of your heart against your ribcage is nearly painful but only intensifies as what all you’ve just said truly sets in. I’m so fired. 

“Y/N I…I-” You can’t even look at Jennifer as she stutters over just a few words, seemingly unable to find any real response to what you’ve just told her. 

Oh, god. What have I done? “I’m so sorry. That was completely inappropriate. I’m just gonna go,” You grab your work bag off of the chair next to you and scramble out of the room without looking back.

Please be at work a few minutes early today so that we can talk. - Jen

Jen’s text is the first thing you see after waking up from a fitful night of broken up sleep. The words stare back at you as you run through options of how to move forward in your head. You could call in sick. You could go in early and just pretend as if nothing has happened and ask her about the appeal that needs filing so as to avoid the subject of last night. You could change names and move out of the country so that you never have to risk running into Jennifer ever again.

No. You have to be a big girl about this. You’re an adult and adults own up to their actions and handle the consequences. I wish I was a child again.

So instead of burrowing back under your comforter like you want to, you get up and put the bare minimum into getting ready for the day and at least try to look professional. The subway ride to the office feels like it goes by faster than ever before, giving you little opportunity to ready yourself for walking into Jennifer’s office. It takes you a full minute to sike yourself up before you can finally force yourself to knock on her door.

“Come in,” Even on a morning like this, her voice still sounds like music to your ears. But it doesn’t make pushing open the door and stepping through it any easier.

The roomy office is full of early morning sunlight and just slightly cold. Jennifer is still in her human form when you walk through the door, which surprises you. She normally comes in in her Hulk form and stays that way until the very end of the day. Though you guess that switching between the two forms is a little easier now with her new adaptable suits. Don’t think about how good they look on her.

“Hi,” Jen is the first to speak as you near her desk but you still can’t bring yourself to meet her eyes.

“Hi,” Your reply is barely audible and filled with shame.

“Will you sit down? Please?”

You comply and make yourself as small as you can in the comfy chair in front of her desk. Your hand taps nervously on your knee as you force yourself to finally look at the woman in front of you. Her expression surprises you. It’s not one of scorn as you’d expected. Instead it’s soft. Nervous even. Her deep hazel eyes hold yours as the two of you look at each other for a moment.

“I talked to Pug this morning when I got in. We discussed having you work for him, instead of me,” Your heart breaks at the statement. Pug’s a nice guy, but he’s not Jen. You drop your head and feel your face heat up as you process what’s just been said. Jen doesn’t want to work with you anymore. Of course she doesn’t. What you said last night had been wildly unprofessional and more likely than not had made her uncomfortable. It makes sense that she wouldn’t want to be around you anymore. 

“I-I understand. But Jen, I just want to say that I’m so, so sorry. What I said was incredibly inappropriate and I-”

“No!” Jennifer cuts off your apology, “Well, technically yes. It was inappropriate I guess. But, I’m not mad. I’m thrilled actually! I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since your first week on the job. I was just never gonna act on anything because I’m your boss and I didn’t want you to feel pressured.”

The force with which you snap your head up to look at her is almost painful. Jen’s cheeks are flushed a soft pink, but you can see a look of hopefulness hiding behind the nerves. 

“You’ve been thinking about me? Like the same way I have about you?” This has to be a dream. If you weren’t so focused on her, you might just pinch yourself.

Jennifer’s smile grows at your question. She nods as she answers, “Yes. That’s why I’m transferring you over to work for Pug. Because I really, really want to take you out on a date. But I want it to be above board,” You would laugh at how incredibly on brand that is for Jen if you weren’t so close to crying happy tears.

Her eyes search yours for a response. Before she can find one though, you are leaping out of your chair and racing your way around to her side of the desk to throw your arms around her small frame. You bury your face in her shoulder, unbothered by the way her curls tickle your nose and cheeks. A half sob, half laugh leaves you as you whisper, “I can’t believe it took us this long to figure this out.”

Jen’s arms circle back around you as she laughs at your remark, “I'm just glad we figured it out at all. This is what I’ve been dreaming of.”

[924inlegend]

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Matt Murdock x Jennifer Walters

one thing leads to another - on ao3 🔥 

better than I imagined - 🔥 

Updated: 29.03.2024

[dovelywind]

you have such amazing art! I love the way you draw Jennifer and Matt. Wanted to tell you that you should defiantly keep up the good work!

ꕥ| My attorney’s at law

Aw shucks — thank you! I’m flattered.

[togrowoldinv]

Hey y’all! Happy November! The best time of year is approaching us quickly 😌

Just a reminder that my requests are always open. I don’t write every single one I get, but I do love to hear y’all’s ideas, especially if it’s for a character/actor I haven’t written in a while.

Please feel free to hop in my ask box to send ideas, requests, or just thoughts about our favorite people! 💙

[appleroach]

let Matt be a superhero girlfriend let Matt be a superhero girlfriend Let Matt be a superhero girlfriend

[wonderlandmind4]

Do you think Jennifer changed her phone background from America’s Ass to Hell’s Kitchen’s Ass after she smashed said Hell’s Kitchen’s Ass?

[merevide]

does anyone have a ship name for these two. i can't be the only one who sees the vision here.

[simmerandcry]

I need Matt/Jen content asap it’s all I can think about

[haleyboook]

Tony’s widow

Set during she-hulk, Tony Stark’s widow has been hiding out in Mexico with Bruce Banner ever since her husband died. Unable to accept his death she remains isolated with her two children and sister. When she meets Jennifer and finds out that her blood helped heal Bruce’s arm, suddenly she grows interested.

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“This is where I spent the blip fixing myself and integrating the Hulk-Banner identities.”

“In this tiny beach house lab?”

“I wouldn’t call it tiny.” I say as I stand at the door with Ani, Antonia, my youngest rested on my hip.

She spins around to look to me and says “Who are you?”

I shake my head saying “Man, I need to get the baby weight off. I used to be so known and recognizable. I’m y/n, y/n stark.”

Her eyes widen and Bruce says “Hey.”

I nod to him and he looks to his cousin saying “Tony built this for me a few years ago. Tony Stark, her husband.”

“Oh, right, right, right.” 

I step inside of the lab as Bruce explains “He used to joke that I was a loaner, and that one day he’d just swing by and take it back.”

I lightly nod and say “He only said that so you’d actually use it and not feel guilty taking it. It was always yours, Bruce.”

He smiles to me saying “I see you’ve brought Ani, she looks so much like him.” 

I nod saying “I know. It’s the eyes. Haunting sometimes. I love her, so much, but she has Tony’s eyes and that’s so hard to handle sometimes.”

I look over to Jen, Bruce’s cousin and say “You okay?”

She looks to Bruce confused saying “Wait, did we hit a spaceship?”

Bruce nods saying “Yeah. Sakaaran Class-Eight courier craft. They’re probably trying to deliver a message. I gotta look into that. You know, weird stuff just kinda finds you when you’re a hulk. But first we gotta deal with you.” 

She shakes her head saying “Me? What happened to me?” 

I make a face and shrug as she says “I changed.”

I look to Bruce and he says “Look, I’m sorry. I tried to warn you. My blood got into your system, and after the wreck, you got a lethal dose of gamma radiation.”

“Lethal?! As in I’m gonna die?”

I smack Bruce and he says “Ow... No! There is more to it... I uh... that I’m going to explain.” 

She hits his arm and says “That is not the sentence to take a pause on, Bruce!”

I smile at her feisty-ness and nod. She says “What? Why is she nodding?”

Bruce looks to me and says “Okay. Just look at your blood samples okay? You and I, we share a rare combination of genetic factors that allows us to synthesize gamma radiation into somethin’ else.” 

“So I turn into the Hulk now, too.”

Ani sneezes as she wakes up and I say “Sorry. Yeah, kinda..”

Bruce says “I’ve been analyzing your blood. And the way it synthesized gamma, I was able to use it to completely heal my arm.”

I perk up at that and she says “Oh. Because I’m better than you?” 

Bruce shakes his head saying “Mmmmm, it’s basically different.” 

“In a better way.” 

Bruce shakes his head saying “In conclusion, my arm is healed and now I’m able to be my fully integrated self again.”

“Smug hulk.”

I look over to the vials of blood beside me and I look to Bruce and Jen walking away from me. 

“Smart Hulk.” 

“Well, it’s pretty smug to call yourself smart.”

I begin to tune them out as I slip two vials of Jen’s blood into my pockets. 

I turn towards them as Bruce turns back around, grabbing the vials and saying “Now that I’ve actually analyzed your blood samples...” 

He begins destroying the vials and I feel minor anger spark inside of me. 

Jen shakes her head saying “A bit dramatic.” 

Bruce says “It’s way too dangerous to get out in the world, even if there’s only a millionth percent chance that it makes another one of us.” 

Ani starts crying and they look to me. I say “Sorry. I should go find Morgan and leave you two be while I get Ani down for a nap.”

Bruce says “Do you need any help?”

I smile to him and say “Thank you, Bruce. I’ve got it though.”

I leave the lab and Jen watches Bruce watch me leave and she says “Oh my god.”

He looks over to her quickly saying “What?”

“You’re in love with her!” 

Bruce scoffs saying “I am not! She’s a good friend!”

“No... you don’t watch someone leave like that if you’re only friends! You’re in love with her! You’re nearly drooling! Dude she literally has two kids.”

Bruce shakes his head saying “You could not be any farther off!”

Jen smiles and says “You wanna play house with Tony Stark’s widow and kids. Huh.. interesting.”

Bruce grumbles saying “I don’t. She’s my friend, and I owe it to Tony to look after her and help her.”

Jen nods and says “And maybe enjoy her company a little too much. How’d she even know we were here?”

Bruce sighs saying “She’s been staying here, away from the media and world. Ever since Tony’s funeral. I took her here. She couldn’t handle the public and other people.”

“That’s not healthy, Bruce, isolating yourself, that much...it’s not healthy. I get she’s grieving..”

He glares at her saying “Leave her alone. Let her grieve how she wants. Tony loved her so much, she meant everything to him. I can only imagine it’s mutual with her.”

Jen nods and I continue towards the guest house, Friday saying “Mrs. Stark.”

“Not now.”

“Mrs. Stark, I don’t know what you wish to achieve with Miss Jennifer’s blood sample, but I don’t recommend using it.”

I shake my head saying “I don’t want your opinion. Begin running tests on it. Make duplicates. Pull apart every factor within it. I know there’s a way to reverse death and gamma damage. It recovered Bruce’s arm easily.”

“Yes, Mrs. Stark. I have to remind you that Mr. Stark, is gone and can’t-”

“Shut up!” I snap as I hear my voice echo. I sigh as I feel the tears well up. I shake my head saying “Don’t ever tell me he’s gone or dead again.”

“Yes, Mrs. Stark. Starting the process now.”

I push the vials into the machine and sigh as I set Ani down in her crib and see Morgan playing outside in the sand with my sister. 

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wooooahhh new story! Do you guys like it? Got the idea and I needed to write it out! I just watched the most first episode of she-hulk and oh my god all the mentions of steve and tony were killing me! 

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[demigoddessqueens]

The women fawning over Emil/Abomination is such a mood 💕💞💗

[p-taryn-dactyl]

i might start writing for jennifer walters and maybe the jurassic park characters…maybe

[togrowoldinv]

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[josephinekhawaja]

Hopefully the author will not be offended at me for this, as I unironically ship them...

...but acknowledging Full Credit to this fic for finally coming up with the ship name for Emil x Jennifer. Walsky! I have been workshopping names since the teaser trailer and never thought to just move on to their surnames instead of clinging to their given ones. Think the most viable one I came up with was Jemil, which I found cute as reminding me of their co-star Jamila Jamil, but was still not hitting for me. So thank you for this -- whatever those thanks are worth.🤧🤧 (Also, read the fic, people! You do not have to ship it.💚💚💚💚)