#she-hulk x you

[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]

💛 😈 ❤️ + 💚 💪 💜 = 💏

[flowerwood122]

He's watching you being cute.

You had insisted on going and doing something fun, he can't say no to you, so of course you guys go to a carnival. You tell him that he can sit back and just watch because you know your old cranky man so well and he doesn't really like to do anything, but he will do it for you.

He's sitting back watching you as you try and win the biggest prize from one of the booths, and when you get denied it for the fifth time, you just leave. You're bummed but you just figure that today is just not your day. You tell Bucky that you're going to go and get something to eat, and he insists on staying where he was. When you returned, he had the biggest prize sat on his lap.

he literally destroyed the game (mostly on accident, but he didn't feel bad about it because they were literally scamming people and children)

[pastafossa]

“It’s... Really Yellow?” (Matt Murdock x f!Reader, Fanfic)

Ok so in honor of ALLLLLL the good Charlie news today and us getting a little more of him in the red and yellow suit in the trailers, I’ve decided to finally pull this little drabble out of my folders and finish it since I’ve gotten some requests about what The Red Thread!Reader’s reaction would be to Matt’s new suit. You do NOT have to have read TRT to get this, it’s just a nice bonus (and for those who DO read it, just know this is set *waves* in their future).

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Rating: Mildly NSFW at best. There’s some suggestive stuff, lots of innuendo, but no sex or anything.

Summary: Foggy needs you to help him convince Matt that red and reflective yellow are ridiculous colors to wear as a stealthy Devil. Unfortunately for Foggy, Matt knows exactly how to convince you otherwise.

Wordcount: 2,942

Warnings: innuendo, language, Matt turning the Devil voice on you, bad use of puns, Matt’s ability to look good in literally anything

“Look at me,” Foggy said fiercely, pointing at your eyes and then his. “You can’t forget what we talked about when he shows up. Ok?”

You scoffed where you’d leaned up against the humming a.c. unit, relaxing on the rooftop as you both waited. At least it was the rooftop of your and Matt’s building. There were far less things to worry about up here. “Of course I’m not going to forget. That’s ridiculous.”

“Good. Because it’s—I don’t know how you missed it last night—”

“I told you. I was asleep when he came in, and he had to leave early this morning for that case.” You rolled one shoulder in a shrug. “I knew he was going to pick up the new suit last night, and I tried to stay up but passed out on the couch. Woke up in bed when he kissed me bye before work. I figured he could just show me tonight when he was done with his patrol.”

“Yeah, see, that’s my point,” he said quickly, absently shaking out one foot. He was probably trying to keep himself awake. It wasn’t often you both tried to stay up for the moment Matt came back from his circuit around the Kitchen. There had to be at least one person who kept normal human hours. “It should have woken you up. You wanna know why? Because it’s—”

“It’s yellow, I know. You’ve said.”

“Yellow!” Foggy thundered, flinging his hands up towards the sky in an apparent show of outrage. “Yellow and red, ketchup and mustard! How is this stealthy unless you’re disguised as a hot dog? He’s-he’s reflective! This is anti-stealth, and he already gets into too much shit when he is stealthy! He should have woken you up like a yellow disco ball or a mustard torch!”

“What even is a mustard torch?” you mused.

“A mustard torch is what he is now,” Foggy groaned, reaching up to scrub at his face. “It’s absolutely ridiculous. ‘Why not black?’ I asked. Do you know what he said? He just blinked at me like he was shocked and said, ‘but I’ve already done black twice, Foggy.’ That’s what he said!”

“I mean… he has, though, so...”

“Listen to me.” Foggy tapped his temple, trying to psych you up. “No getting distracted. He’ll try it. He’ll use every trick he has on you. You’ve seen him in court. And you are our only tiebreaker. Karen’s staying out of it, Jess just mocks every suit he wears, and Spider-kid is too innocent to bring into this. You need to hold the line. You’re the only one who can talk some sense into him about the hot dog colors. I need reconfirmation you’re with me on this. We need to be a united front.”

And granted, you hadn’t actually seen the suit yet since Matt had only gotten it last night and despite your best efforts, you’d unfortunately fallen asleep  before he’d gotten back. But from what Foggy had said, it did sound… a little silly. It was red and yellow—and not just yellow, but apparently a reflective, gleaming yellow. Matt wasn’t exactly the best judge of color, obviously, but surely even he’d realize that painting himself like a reflective road marker would make the whole sneaky devil thing a whole lot more difficult. This was smug. It was cocky. It was…

Alright, so maybe it was just like him, but still. That was what you were here for. You’d be able to tell him he’d gone a little over the line again.

“Trust me,” you told Foggy firmly, nodding your head. You even widened your stance and crossed your arms, determined to stand strong. “I’m on your side.”

“Thank you! We can teamwork this, ok? So he comes, you see it, you point out the obvious, we get him a can of spray paint or something. Literally, any other color as long as it’s dark. I’d take fucking dark blue at this point, I’d take grey, anything but that ridiculous—”

The sudden burst of warmth inside your chest was the only warning you had before you felt the rush of a breeze overhead.

Years ago you might have ducked, but you’d gotten used to it by now, and instead, you barely blinked as Matt’s acrobatic leap carried him over you. The second he'd passed you, he twisted in the air, the movement transitioning into a smooth roll as he hit the ground. The rise to his feet was just as smooth, just as clean, the finish progressing in one fluid motion as he spun to face you before standing still to await your judgement.

“Theatrics!” Foggy barked, poking Matt’s arm. “That’s cheating, and you know it.”

“She needs to get the full effect,” Matt said defensively as Foggy poked him again, and…

Oh, you thought, your eyes sweeping down.

It had been a while since you’d seen him in anything like his first Devil suit, but you remembered fondly the way all that tough leather and strange fabric had drawn your attention to his broad shoulders, the powerful thickness of his thighs, and the endless breadth of his chest. This new suit looked much like the last in shape and in form despite a few obvious and less obvious changes—and if anyone besides Matt would know, it’d be you, since you’d stripped him out of that old suit often enough. And goddamn if you weren’t being reminded once again that Matt Murdock was always a five-course meal no matter what he chose to wear.

Your five-course meal.

“You are literally the color of a highlighter, that’s the only effect she… hey. Hey! Look at me!”

You darted your eyes guiltily back over to Foggy, breathing a little more quickly. “Yup, looking at you. I am focused.”

“The yellow!” he said quickly, jabbing urgently at Matt’s mask. “Remember what we talked about. Ok? Stay strong.”

Matt hummed. “Have you been tampering with the witness, Foggy?”

“It’s called preparing the witness. I’m not about to let you pull your Devil mind tricks on her.”

Right.

The yellow.

You could look at him and think about just the yellow.

Matt fixed his attention once more on you when he sensed your gaze return. And ok, so the mask was different. The dark, opaque eye lenses of the mask seemed an almost liquid-black in the low light, endless pools of shadow that saw right through you, saw into you beneath skin and bone, fathomless eyes made all the more startling when set within the gleaming, burnished gold of the full helmet. Because it was gold, not yellow, but gold: rich, rough as if weather-beaten, and luxuriously, dangerously warm, and yes, maybe also abso-fucking-lutely reflective, it was true. It would draw attention, maybe too much. But it… it wasn’t as bad as you’d thought, was it? Somehow, it still managed to look dangerous, like something belonging to a wild, untamed thing that you just wanted so foolishly to touch—

No, no, you needed to focus.

Matt parted his lips the slightest bit, drawing the air in across his tongue on a slow inhale. He swallowed, once, as if savoring the taste. And then…

The corner of his mouth tilted up in a smirk.

“Stop it with the sniffing and tasting thing,” Foggy snapped. “Seriously, she’s not gonna fall for that.”

Matt let his head gradually tilt, his chin tucking down. You knew that look. It was the look of a predator, the motion confident and dripping with intent, with knowledge of what was around him. It was how he hunted, how he hunted you, and your heart skipped a beat on instinct, a reaction far beyond your control. He opened his mouth bit by bit, drawing your attention to his full lips, to the curl of his tongue as he shaped the word.

“Don’t you dare, Murdock!” Foggy bellowed.

“Sweetheart,” Matt purred, his smooth voice nothing but warm smoke and a low, throaty hunger.

“Shit,” you groaned as your knees went weak, your body flooding with heat. It was that voice, damn him: that rasping Devil voice you always swore you could feel drag along your skin like a physical thing, like torn strands of silk, like the burning brush of his mouth and the heat of a flame. When combined with that familiar silhouette and the smooth motions of his body, there was little hope of resisting. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“The color!” Foggy shouted, throwing his hand in front of Matt’s face as if it would break the spell Matt had cast on you just now, cast on you months ago, years ago. “It’s fucking yellow! Focus, woman!”

“I, um… it is… yellow.” You swallowed hard as Matt dragged his tongue across his lips, trailing his fingers smoothly along the billy clubs at his hip. In fact, the rhythm his fingertips took up looked more than familiar enough to have certain parts of your body clenching. “It’s… it is… yellow, and that might be… attention-grabbing. Which is… not a good thing.”

“I think she needs to see the back,” Matt said abruptly.

“Don’t even think about it!” Foggy thundered. “I’ll throw you off this goddamn roof, I don't give a shit about your training!”

“Sweetheart,” Matt crooned. “Would you like to see the back?”

“She would not!”

Fuck.

“...Yes,” you whispered because the only thing as good as Matt’s front was his back, and you’d never seen his ass look like anything less than a five-star masterpiece that belonged in art museums across the world. “Yes, Jesus, let me see.”

“No-ooo,” Foggy moaned, dropping his face into his hands in defeat as Matt pointedly began his gradual spin, showing off his outline with a smug grin. “Jesus, woman. You’re selling your soul for an ass?”

“But it’s his ass,” you mumbled because it was. Matt had the best goddamn ass you’d seen in your life, and that glorious roundness was now cradled deliciously in tight red leather. And maybe Foggy was right. The yellow pattern along the side of Matt’s thighs was a little obvious, but it also brought out just how much muscle was packed on those thighs of his.

You needed him to get over here.

“Does no one see how obvious the yellow is? Am I the only person—”

“D, come here and let me touch your ass,” you whispered.

“I’m absolutely shocked at how scandalous this trial has become.” Matt shook his head as he finished his spin, doing his best to sound at least mildly dismayed, his mouth the mouth of a poor chaste soul who had definitely not fucked you on a church rooftop last month. “And how would your husband feel about that? I see that ring.”

“You two are literally the worst. You cannot be flirting over the ketchup-and-mustard suit. You cannot.”

“Can and am. As for how my husband would feel, he’s given me a free pass for the Devil since Daredevil saves the city on a regular basis,” you said breathlessly as you fixated on the breadth of Matt’s chest. Yeah, you could get used to the yellow. It was a lot but he’d find a way to make it work. “He’s known about my crush on the Devil for ages. So come over here and let me grope the evidence before I rule in your favor.”

Matt let out a playful growl and ran at you, catching you around the waist and throwing you up over his shoulder with ease as you shrieked before bursting into laughter. Matt quickly spun, slapping you once on the ass and making you squirm as he grinned at Foggy and you pointedly began to run your hands curiously over the suit. “Sorry, counselor,” Matt sighed. “Sounds like the verdict’s been rendered in my favor. Better luck next time.”

“You only won because you cheated!” Foggy groaned as Matt sauntered backwards towards the rooftop door. Hopefully Foggy thought that stumble was because Matt had misstepped, and not because you had, in fact, begun to grope hungrily at Matt’s ass. He couldn’t blame you. It was right there. “This was not a fair trial, and I object!”

“Objection denied. No cheating needed,” Matt snorted. “You should have known better than to put my wife on the stand.”

“I’m a weak woman when it comes to my husband’s ass and chest, especially when paired with the Devil head tilt,” you agreed. “I have not hidden this. I acknowledge my flaws.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t know you were this weak,” Foggy scoffed, crossing his arms.

Matt spun, slapping your ass again as you shrugged at Foggy, somewhat difficult considering you were still lazily draped over Matt’s shoulder, but you did your best. It wasn’t like you minded, after all. You had a great view of Matt’s ass from here. “Sorry, Foggy. I’ll make it up to you, but I gotta side with D on this one. I rule in favor of these ass-ets.”

“Oh,” Matt sighed, as Foggy made a retching sound. “Now I’ll really have to punish you, because that was a crime.”

“How many more years will I get if I slap your ass right now as an additional crime?”

“A lifetime sentence, Mrs. Murdock. I’d advise you to think very carefully before acting.”

You pretended to think about it for all of about point-five seconds. “Done.”

Smack!

His chest rumbled against your legs as a heated shudder rolled up his body beneath you, a motion easy to track with you draped over his shoulder, with your gaze fixed firmly on the line of him. And you’d gotten him good. The texture was a little different than the last Devil suit, but you still got a nice, loud sound of it, even if nothing would compare to bare, unobstructed skin.

He tilted his head very, very carefully, his lips brushing against your side. “You’re going to pay for that one when I get you inside, sweetheart,” he murmured, so quietly you knew it was just for you.

You were counting on it.

Foggy rolled his eyes as Matt wrenched open the rooftop door, and you threw Foggy a salute. “Despite my utter betrayal, I want you to know I love you, can’t wait to see that movie tomorrow. Use the other door on your way out, we’ll be locking this one.”

“Mustard-lover!” he threw at you, as you dropped your head to blatantly watch Matt’s ass again, the door shutting behind you both.

The second you were inside, Matt set you down carefully. Then he turned and stepped into you, herding you back with the broad line of his body. You gave in happily, ceding ground as he prowled forward until your back hit the wall, a shiver of anticipation running through you.

This never got old.

Your breath caught when he dipped his head, tilting it as he listened to the sound of your body, his tongue darting against his lips as he tasted you on the air, and you swallowed down an eager moan. He swayed in closer then, tempting you, inching closer until his mouth hovered over yours. Only then did his arms rise so he could brace his hands on either side of you, caging you in. Just like that, you were trapped, the Devil looming over you in heated shades of red and gold, rich lust and glorious indulgence. “Mm, now, sweetheart, I have one very important question before we start.”

Fuck, there was that voice again, nice and low. You couldn’t resist reaching out to touch him again, sliding your hands boldly up from his waist to fan out across his chest. “Uh huh?”

“Suit on,” he purred, his lips feathering against yours with each sinful world, “or suit off?”

“Suit definitely on,” you hummed, sliding your arms around him to drag your nails down the line of his back. “Someone’s gotta break it in, right?”

He threw you a feral grin, then, the low huff of his laugh rolling rich across your skin. “Did I ever tell you I love you?”

“Every day, D. Every beautiful day.”

-x-

“Ok, but is it… how yellow is it, really?”

“I mean, you’re not mustard-colored like Foggy says. More gold. But let’s just say if you polish that helmet too much, you might cause a car accident. That shit is really reflective now that I think about it.”

“Hm. I may have to change that in the future.”

[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.”

[igotanidea]

Daredevil incorrect quotes.

y/n: Matt, I can deal with all the Daredevil business, truly, but the rumor on the street is that you are a manwhore.

Matt: What? I don't understand why.

y/n: Counting! Claire, Karen, Elektra, Jen....

Matt: Fair enough, I get the point.

y/n: This is one of the very, very rare moments when I'm glad I'm not beautiful.

Matt (confused) : What?

y/n: It's like Foggy said: you always get the nice looking girls. Thankfully that keeps me off your radar....

Matt (to himself about himself ) : idiot

[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.

[hellfirehopeless]

Matt Murdock calling someone angel will be the death of me.

[moths-in-hats]

teen wolf x marvel: lydia martin as the hulk

For Lydia Week 2023: Day 3 - What-If Wednesday

[lilisouless]

Marvel phase four has a lot of flaws but let’s not deny it’s giving good ship content

[appleroach]

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

[not-a-big-slay]

Girl crush

Matt Murdock x gn!reader

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I want to taste her lips

Yeah, ‘cause they taste like you

I want to drown myself

In a bottle of her perfume

I want her long blonde hair

I want her magic touch

Yeah ‘cause maybe then

You’d want me just as much

summary: love always finds a way to make you miserable, now it made you fall for a taken man...

type: angst

warnings: mentions of starving (not ED), foggy being the best best friend and it might make you sad you dont have such a good friend irl (def not talking bout me)

A/N: this was inspired by the song girl crush. i wanted to write a fanfic about it, but i didn't know about who. matt murdock takes the cake then :) it's kinda short, but i also love it like that.

He smiled again.

An action that could bring you to your knees. His wide addictive smile fastened your heart beat every time without a fail, though his eyes kicked it hard it almost broke.

The smile isn't meant for you.

It never is. Karen is the one owning his smile, his heart. She owned his everything for a quite long time now and you just wondered when it'll be your turn. Couples should remember the date when they got together, but you liked to keep track of it as well, marking it as the day your heart died.

You met Matt in college. Foggy always talked about him as a best friend and roommate that will "bring the hottest chicks to our room for sure". Because of all this talk, you imagined Murdock as the perfect human being and wanted to meet him as soon as possible out of curiosity. They say first impression matters most and the day you two have met, you definitely made it matter, because you straight up laughed into his face. You couldn't believe that Matt, apparently THE hot roommate that will fill up a college dorm room with attractive women, was blind. However you soon found out how true Foggy's statement was as you slowly began to fall for him every time he talked to you or laughed with you.

Foggy and Matt were inseperable and you loved to watch their friendship evolving, while they welcomed you into their perfect duo. Although your ways parted when you became a private detective and they opened their lawyer firm, your friendship remained and the three of you decided to work together.

You liked Karen. From beginning she was very kind to you and always glad to help the firm or some of your cases. She was fun to be around and you shared a lot of drinks at Josie's, even gossiped about people you both knew. She was the proper girl friend you always wanted. You never blamed her for getting together with Matt, you never mentioned your crush on him in front of her. You never blamed him either. The only person there was to blame was you. And so you did.

Foggy knew, you told him when the frustration of watching the couple all day overwhelmed you and the feelings needed to get out. He comforted you and made fun of you after you were okay, as a good friend does. He also helped you avoid them by making them work in the office while you two were out and vice versa. You would be forever grateful to whatever power is upon the world for crossing paths with Foggy.

Still it was hard seeing them kissing, hugging, touching. Billiards at Josie's were not the same anymore, Nelson and Murdock was now an anxious place for you to be in as you knew what awaits you there. From another person's perspective, nothing changed. Karen was still as friendly and funny as ever, Matt was still talking to you frequently and Foggy still complained about not having enough customers.

Everything stayed the same, only you changed the view at a perfect friendship.

Becoming distant never tasted so deliciously to your soul, being cold never played such a beautiful tone for your ears, but you could never do so. You helped Matt at being the Daredevil with your police resources, you helped Karen take the weight off of her shoulders after a long day and you protected Foggy from becoming the third wheel at work. You couldn't betray them, so your soul starved and your ears ignored while you pushed through.

It didn't matter how long they have been lovers, the sight of them was always new, always surprising, always painful. Your jealousy soon turned into desire. A desire to be Karen, to be close to Matt like her, to be kissing his lips like her, to be touching him like her, to be her. She became your idol and your dreams without her knowledge. You no longer wished for Matt to date you or to kiss you, but to become someone he loves, so he couldn't leave you.

But the smile always set you back to the start line, reminding you that he sees you as nothing more than a friend. You're just there to make him laugh, to help him catch criminals and to cover up for him when he messes up. You're just a friend. Just a help.

Maybe it was just a matter of time, maybe your cup was filled up to the edge, maybe this morning's smile was different, but you couldn't handle it anymore. You couldn't push further, your soul was hungry and your ears found the melody again. That evening you packed your bags, everything you thought important, and took money out of account. You bought a plane ticket, stuffed everything in the car and rejected sleep.

The next morning something made you stop before the office. Your GPS was leading you straight to the airport, but you couldn't press gas again without saying goodbye. You owned it to them. The way up the stairs was harder than ever and the door had to change to concrete over night, but you managed to get inside and look at your friends one last time.

"Y/N?"

Foggy and Karen looked confused, studying every inch of your red face. You looked around, the absence of the white cane screaming at you. Matt's running late. You shifted your gaze back to the lawyer. Sometimes, eye contact is all that is needed. Foggy's eyebrows seperated and his face relaxed with a sigh, he nodded. A clear sign that he understands was all you needed. Without a word you slowly closed the office door, able to hear Karen's worried voice and Foggy's explanation. If the stairs up were hard, down it was impossible. All you wanted was to run up and lock yourself there, yet you knew it would destroy you more than leaving. Outside you looked back at the sign, examining it once again. Nelson and Murdock, avocados at law! Your young laughter rang through your head as your tears wetted the cobblestones underneath. You turned around, walking to your car, hoping this is what doing the right thing feels like.

Before you sat behind the wheel, you saw him. He was just standing, not looking at you, but you knew he felt you. Tears tickled your cheeks, urging you to sit and drive. The two of you just stood, not one of you moving, until the wind screamed in your ear to let go. "I'm sorry." you whispered, watching him to smile softly. A smile finally gifted to you, however it gave you a bitter feeling.

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Aware that the last smile he gave you was out of sadness.

You looked away, aware that your eyes saw him for the last time.

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[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