#symbiote!matt murdock

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Part of Me ||

Symbiote!Matt Murdock x female reader

Tags/warnings: oh gosh where do we start? 😅 Oral sex (f rec), sort of non-con tentacle insertion at first quickly changing to 'yes please I am fully onboard for some consentacle porn', unprotected sex (p in v), assplay (m and f), slight choking, human and alien body fluids I guess, improv cock ring, and FLUFF (yes actually!).

A/n: thank you to the mutuals who enabled this 😉 and the post I saw from @thora-jane that inspired me in the first place (huge apologies if it's not really your thing let me know and I'll untag 🫢)

If anyone likes this I might try a more angsty exploration into the deeper moral issues that arise from being a crime fighting vigilante lawyer with an alien inside that just wants to rip heads off and eat them (thanks @spiderbabey for the inspo for that!)

After a brief chase through the dark city streets The Devil has the mugger pinned underneath him, baton poised above the guy's head, the silver of it glinting in the streetlight, his muscles straining hard with the effort of holding it back. He had heard the commotion, the threats, the gun being drawn and was on the scene in a flash of red. The guy saw the suit, the horns, and ran. As he tore off after him Matt could sense that the victim was shaken but otherwise unharmed but if he hadn't acted so fast…

KILL 'IM

"No!"

BAD MAN

"Yeah, I know. Very bad man," Matt grits his teeth together trying to keep the other voice at bay as he draws a hard breath.

KILL HIM

"No, No killing! I told you." Matt snaps.

HUNGRY

The deep growl has a sharp metallic edge to it that shocks right through Matt's veins. He can feel the power of it bubbling through him and it's taking everything to keep it inside and contained.

The devil had truly been let out. He could use it as an excuse for the things he did at night but the honest truth was that he wanted to do those things, he couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. Since he'd been infected with this thing he was even faster and stronger than before, better equipped to protect the Kitchen… but it came with a price.

MAKE HIM SUFFER

The voice over his shoulder hissed as the perpetrator stared up at Matt, the smell of fear wafting off him.

DELICIOUS…

"We're taking him to the police and that's the end of it."

Matt dragged the man to his feet and dumped him at the station. As he jumped up the fire escape onto the roof of the next building the symbiote twitched under his skin.

YOU CAN'T HOLD ME BACK FOREVER MATTHEW

He ignored it but he knew he was in for yet another restless night.

And that wasn't all.

There was you.

It had been the worst possible timing. You had started seeing each other about a month before it happened, and he was on edge around you the entire time. You had put it down to nerves and stress at work, trying your best to get Matt to relax and not worry, to assure him that you loved spending time with him and he could just be himself.

PRETTY

"Fuck, no, don't ruin this for me…please."

"Uh, hey Matt, you alright?"

He tries his best to keep it together. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine, it's just this case… "

"A tricky one huh?" You ask him.

"Mmm, a total pain in the ass, you could say."

"Do you need to work late? Because it's okay if you do, we can rearrange dinner for another time?"

He'd let you take the lead, you had been the one inviting him up to your apartment after you had dinner together and on both occasions he'd politely declined, half of him not wanting to rush this and the other half terrified of what his alien side might do.

WE LIKE HER

Yes, of course he liked you, you were funny and smart and understanding. So much more than most.

However, this time after you had finished your meal and he had walked you home, you wouldn't take no for an answer. You knew he was probably just being polite, knew he really wanted to take things further but had something on his mind. You were so patient and open with him, encouraging him to talk about it if he wanted, to express his concerns. You didn't want him to do something he'd regret.

"I just, don't want to hurt you…" he'd explained, and that was the truth. He'd quickly fallen in love with you and the way you were giving him all the time and space he could need was just causing him to fall even deeper.

"You won't hurt me Matt, I know you won't." You'd said so sweetly as you pressed him up against your door, your lips falling on his.

The alien had been uncharacteristically quiet of late but he wasn't taking any chances when you pulled him into your apartment. He wanted to damage control as far as possible, there was no way he wanted to scare you away.

"I know it might sound strange with me uh, not being able to see but… is it okay if we keep the lights off?"

You smiled so warmly. "Of course, I want us to be comfortable."

God you were perfect. He couldn't fuck this up. He wouldn't.

+

"Oh, oh that feels sooo good, oh holy shit Matt, it's like your hands are all over me…"

Fuck.

You had your eyes softly closed, that much he could tell and was grateful for. Inky black tendrils were webbing across your naked skin and caressing your breasts as his own fingers were still woven in your hair and holding onto your waist as he kissed you, but he couldn't stop it.

SOFT

The dark voice within him rumbles with interest.

WE WANT TO TASTE HER

For once Matt found himself agreeing with his symbiote.

"Sweetheart," he says to you, kissing his way slowly down the side of your neck and down your chest and stomach. "would you let me do something for you?"

You gasp in anticipation, knowing exactly what he's about to ask as he gently nudges your thighs wider. "Yes, yes Matty please…"

You don't see, only feel the two long black shining tentacles that lash their way around your thighs, with two others branching out and teasing up and down your pussy lips, spreading them open and putting you perfectly on display for him. You take a sudden sharp inhale of air and Matt freezes. "Are you alright? I can stop…" that wasn't exactly the truth, he didn't know if he could.

"No, no no please don't stop! I just… it feels so different, I- don't know how you're doing what you're doing, but god, don't stop…"

Matt hums before he kisses the soft inner skin of each thigh, then slips out his tongue, dragging it slowly up the center of you, flicking it up over your clit. The sound you make has his dick throbbing.

He laps you up, his hands skimming up over your hips to hold you firm to his mouth as he takes his time taking you apart. He hears you whimper and twitch under him, and only then is he aware of the thick, probing, wet tentacle that's pushing its way into your pussy.

"Mm!"

"Oh fuck!" Matt curses, he can feel the sensation of you squeezing him through the symbiote. It's like nothing he had ever experienced before. You moan long and hard as you're filled, Matt's tongue still licking and sucking you towards ecstasy.

SHE LIKES IT

He can't usually control what the alien does, can only hold it back so much, but now he finds the control has been shared with him, the room quickly filling with slick sounds as he moves this extension of him within you, drawing out your addictive little moans.

He stops when he senses you looking at him. Actually looking. With your eyes.

He wants to die.

"Oh, Matt…" you sit up as he gently pulls away from you, the symbiote retracting slowly and carefully back under his skin with a grumble that only he can hear.

"Is this what you were afraid of, why you've been acting so strange?"

"I, god I'm sorry, I shouldn't have- I'll go-" he feels around for his pants but you crawl across the bed and grab his arm stopping him from running away.

NO

"Matt, please don't leave! Just tell me, is… is this thing a part of you?"

Matt sighs, hanging his head. "It's... still all so new but… yeah. I don't really know how it works yet." His head tilts adorably as he considers something.

"Why aren't you running a mile? Aren't you scared, or mad that I kept this from you?"

You only smile and pull him closer. "I'm only sad that you felt you had to keep it from me. If it's part of you, that's okay. I want all of you, Matt, if you still want me…"

He can't believe what you're saying, how could you possibly be any more perfect? He licks his lips, nodding. "Of course I do."

"Come here," you beckon, lying back on your bed. "We'll figure this out together, but only if you finish what you started. I don't know how good those other senses of yours are but… I liked it."

You trail your fingers up his side, his breathing shallow as everything you're saying sinks in.

"Touch me with them, Matt… please." Your voice is coloured with excitement and need and who is he to refuse you. His brows almost reach up to his hairline and the smile on his lips is as wide as his face when you reach for him. A soft gasp leaves you when his other side makes a gradual reappearance, the webbed, black tendrils snaking up your skin and coiling around your breasts. You sigh softly when one slides inside you again.

Rippling contractions pass down through the length of the tentacle, massaging you from within and making you mewl out with pleasure. Matt's breath wavers as you watch as another one wraps around his own cock and does the same, slowly squeezing and milking drops of precum onto the sheets.

The sensation of warm slithering and throbbing rolls over your clit at the same time Matt is desperately licking into your mouth, there's so much stimulation your brain is starting to melt. Slick wet sounds as the tentacle fucks in and out of you fill the room, and you feel your pussy walls start to flutter and contract. "Ohh, m'gonna cum-!" You moan as your body writhes and rolls against him. Matt takes it all in, he can feel the tight squeezing of your perfect cunt, the pounding of your heart, hear the sweet sounds you make as your orgasm rolls through you.

"You're so beautiful…"

He slows and gently pulls back letting you come back down. "Are you okay sweetie?"

You almost laugh, your body alight with desire. "Jesus Matt, yes!"

"If you want to stop-"

"Mm, no don't stop, let me feel you." you breathe, and tentacles are quick to wrap around your body, drawing Matt closer, bracing himself over you.

"You got any more of those?" You tease, arching into his touch while other thick strands of shiny black emerge and wrap around your legs pulling them open again. He moans against your parted lips, the coil that's around his hard cock nudging the head of it at your entrance, coating himself in your arousal. The tip of your tongue gently slides against his as he pushes inside, just the barest whisper of pain as he stretches you open.

SWEET GIRL, SO GOOD FOR US

Matt makes a quiet noise in agreement as he starts to grind his hips at your insistence. You feel like nothing else and he wants to make this good for you. You respond to every little touch of him and the symbiote, purring like a kitten when your nipples are pinched and tugged by the prehensile serpent-like appendages. The steady, slow drag of his cock in and out has you murmuring his name like a prayer while he shows just how much he adores you with his mouth, the warm brush of his lips caressing your sensitive skin and setting off goosebumps all across it.

YES

MORE

The voice at the back of his brain is greedy, but it soon becomes clear it's just echoing your own desires to him. He feels more tendrils slipping their way up to wrap around your throat and slither between your legs, hearing the needy, desperate panting from you when one of them brushes lightly against your ass.

"Uhuh! Please, yes Matty… please"

You beg him until the blunt, self lubricating tip of it breaches you gently. It's small and slender at first allowing you to get used to the intrusion, but then there's nothing but pleasure as it swells bigger making you feel stuffed full, pulsing every time Matt thrusts his cock deep in your pussy.

He groans as another tendril that's not under his control splits off, penetrating his own ass and throbbing against his prostate, while yet another curls tightly around the base of his sensitive cock to stop him from cumming right there and then.

"Fuck… fuck!" He whines at the intensity of all this feeling, connected to you in a way he could never have dreamed of.

You're so very near to falling apart, being thoroughly fucked from every possible angle, your eyes are rolling back and muffled moans escape from around the thick black tentacle that lays heavy against your tongue as you suck on it.

The creature inside him is suspiciously silent, seemingly content feeding from your throes of passion for now. But then it speaks again, a hungry voice full of sharp teeth and carnal want.

HARDER

MORE

SHE CAN TAKE IT

Matt tries in vain to shake the lustful haze from his mind. "Sweetie, tell me what you need…" he asks you, his voice strained and tight.

"M'so close Matt," you cry, "please, please harder… make me cum!"

He lets loose, giving you what you need, making you moan so prettily as his hips piston hard, skin slapping against the backs of your thighs. The improvised cock ring finally releases him, coiling lower to tug and pull on his balls and he ruts even harder chasing his own end. A slick combination of your own juices and those from the symbiote leaks over your bodies as they slip and slide against each other, only increasing the multitudes of sensation thrumming through you as the tentacles fuck, fill, tease and choke you. Your cries rise as you can't hold back any longer, cumming and creaming hard on his cock, your pussy and ass squeezing so powerfully he quickly follows, his fingers almost bruising your soft flesh as he's groaning and spilling hot inside you.

The symbiote growls and purrs along with him, satisfied and sated. It very slowly withdraws again, slipping out of your bodies leaving you wrapped in a sweaty mess of only each other.

Matt gently brushes some strands of hair away from your face. "You okay sweetheart? It… wasn't too rough on you was it?"

You stretch yourself out with a blissful sound against him, eyes half closed and a relaxed smile on your lips. "No, I… just didn't know I could feel that good."

Matt chuckles softly, kissing you on the cheek. "Neither did I."

You lie there for a few soft moments getting your breath back before guiding him to the bathroom, turning on the shower and pulling him in with you, letting the stream of hot water cleanse you both. His multiple tentacles are a great help washing your hair and soaping up your body, and you find yourself petting them and giggling as they wrap a fluffy towel around you when you're done.

"Honestly Matt, I think you're amazing."

Matt is almost brought to tears while he hugs you tight. It feels so good to know he doesn't need to face this change in him alone, and that he's lucky that he met someone as understanding and loving as you to share it with.

Now all he had to figure out was how to explain his other life to you…

[thalo-genderfluid-graham]

Just a few people I lose my mind, my time and heart to 🧎🏾 pt1

☆ Ian x Mickey ☆

☆ Will x Hannibal ☆

☆ Eddie x Buck ☆

☆ Nigel x Adam ☆

☆ Bucky x Steve ☆

☆ Eddie x Venom ☆

☆ House x Wilson ☆

☆ Frank x Matt ☆

☆ Dean x Castiel ☆

☆ Oswald x Edward ☆

I love them so much 😭😭

[skyfallslayer]

They're Gonna Taste My Venom

-The DD Trio x Symbiote!Teen!Reader-

Main Masterlist || Part Two || Part Three

🕷️Summary: Due to their expansion in their business, the trio decides to hire a helping hand to help string things along. The girl is… a little quirky, Karen admits, Or Foggy notices she’s a bottomless pit for snacks, Or that Matt can hear her talking to herself quietly sometimes. But it’s nothing they can’t handle– Oh, no! Now she just bit someone’s hand off, she’s speaking in a deeper tone, and she’s apologizing profusely as she hangs from the ceiling. She might be way out of their league after all.

🕷️Pairings: DD Trio x Platonic!Teen Reader; Karedevil; Foggy x Marci; Teen!Reader x Platonic!Venom

🕷️Rating: Teen-Mature

🕷️Word Count: 6,305

🕷️ Date: 2/21/24

🕷️Warnings: Implied Bad Homelife; Mention of Blood; Canon-Typical Violence; Interrogation; Kidnapping; (Underage) Drugging; Heavy Language; Heavy Dialogue; Mention of Cannibalism; Mention of Body Parts Being Torn Off; Mention of Eating Someone/Biting Off A Limb (Via: Symbiote). READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

🕷️ A/N: Hello, dear readers! Welcome to my three part series of an idea that I have no idea where it came from. Lol. Seriously, this strange AU just popped into my head and I was like- "Man, maybe I should make that my next fic?". And BAM! Here it is! Hopefully it's good as I imagine it would be. Enjoy!

These past twelve months have been… something else. The snap that lasted for five years messed up everything that the troublesome trio worked for, which was to rebrand their business: Nelson, Murdock & Page. But hey, I guess in a… morbid(?) sickly? depressed? way, it did work out in the end. Business was pretty much booming, especially now that everyone who blipped was trying to get their homes or anything else they own back under their names and care. Now, not to toot their own horns, but they say they’re pretty good at multitasking. 

Until…

They weren’t.

As they get busier with each passing day, the trio realizes that they’re stretching themselves so far thin that it’s starting to affect them. So after some intense conversations, they decided to hire a helping hand.

Y/N L/N. 

Their new assistant that was just shy of seventeen and on her way to graduating high school. She was nervous, of course, when they first met her, but the nerves soon settled and she turned out to be a very charming person that they all agree they loved to have in the office. She was extremely helpful and willing to learn, always on her toes when they needed something, always organized and had everything ready when they had a case or a client coming in. None of them could ask for a better person in the position. Even though the girl was… 

Well…

Kind of quirky.

Like she always prefers it cold, no matter what the temperature is. Karen notices she was barely wearing anything when they first met. It was in the middle of winter, and the girl was just wearing an oversize sweatshirt and a thin beanie. At first a bit of a motherly instinct took over and wondered if the poor girl just didn’t have anything to wear at home, or maybe couldn’t afford anything. Y/N eventually apologized and laughed saying that she just prefers this weather more than the heat. But despite that, Karen did gift her a warmer coat that the teen decided to wear (even if it felt forced).

.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that Miss Page.” Y/N said once she was handed over the nice coat. 

“Please, I insist. I know you said you like the cold, but I would rather not see you sick.” Karen said, as the girl smiles and nods, promising to wear it until Spring.

.

Then it was the food. Now, Franklin Percy “Foggy” Nelson loved to eat just like any other person out there. But if there was an eating competition to suddenly spawn inside his office he would surely lose to his assistant. The kid was… a freaking bottomless pit. Just as Karen had suspected Y/N might be on the poor side, Foggy thought the same when he brought take out for lunch and the kid nearly ate everything on the table. She did it in a mannerful way but still (He’s surprised she didn’t inhale the table). So out of worriedness he started bringing her lunch, and the one day he forgot, she brought her own “five course” meal of sandwiches and sides.

.

“Maybe… she’s just a growing kid.” Karen once said as he shook his head.

“Don’t girls go through puberty early? There’s no way Y/N’s still growing.” He boasted as the blonde tried another excuse that he shot down quickly. “Nope! Matt! Can’t you tell?”

“Foggy, Matt is not about to smell nor hear if the poor girl is going through puberty!”

“Karen, come on–”

“NO!!”

.

The conversation ended up being wrapped up and placed in the back of the shelf for now, but occasionally it’ll come up when the girl polishes off something huge by herself (And everytime Karen proceeds to hit Foggy over the head with her shoe as Matt tries not to laugh).

Then there was the human lie detector, Matt Murdock and his tales of Miss L/N. When he first met her of course he was a little on edge, I mean he was still learning to not leave his guard up all the time after promising Foggy and Karen he was going to do better and be trustworthy. The girl was nervous during the interview, but managed to win over their hearts about halfway through yet…

Matt couldn’t shake what his senses were picking up.

On her first day of work she seemed cool as a cucumber, nothing to worry about. However her heartbeat was… strange. It was pulsing like any other healthy human being, but there were times where it would randomly accelerate. Like she would just be stapling papers together and it would pick up speed like a racehorse. A few times he feared she was having a heart attack before it went away. 

The other thing he notices, and to follow Karen’s observation, the girl does tend to run rather hot. And when she does she would either shed off an extra layer or turn the tiny fan on her desk in the middle of a snow storm. 

.

Hmm, maybe she’s just a natural furnace. He told himself once, recalling that his father was someone who always seemed to stay warm (but even he wasn’t crazy enough to go outside half dressed in -10 degree weather).

.

Then lastly, he realizes the girl likes to talk to herself quietly. At first he thought maybe she had an earbud in and was talking to someone, or maybe she was mouthing the lyrics of a song but… no. Sometimes it’s even hard for him to pick up what she’s saying ‘cause she’s so quiet, but the couple times he does hear her it sounds like she’s scolding herself.

.

Matt tilts his head, slightly zoning out on the conversation him and his partners were having as Y/N was in their kitchenette. From the smell of it she was making herself coffee and muttering and even jerking at something or someone that wasn’t even there.

“Shut up, I’m not eating that– No I’m not– You’re not either.” He hears her eye roll and almost sighs. “You’re not going to die, stop being a baby– Don’t call me the baby, you numbnut– Hey, you fucking bastard, I’ll–”

And then he kind of tuned out when he noticed Foggy was asking him a question.

.

A million different scenarios went through his head of what it could be. One that he’s just sticking with right now is she’s just a very imaginary kid. The other lingering thoughts weren’t so innocent. Someone’s home life could affect certain things. Maybe it’s–

“So what shall we do to celebrate?” Foggy said out of the blue in the present day. The sun was out shining, the weather was cool and just right, everything was blooming peacefully just as Spring should be. The blond looked between the two perplexed adults before gasping. “Don’t tell me you all forgot?”

Karen glanced in Matt’s direction, lost as well. “Uh, remind us again?” She asked, sheepishly.

“Oh, come on guys! It’s our anniversary!” He throws his hands in the air. “This marks the full year of the grand reopening of Nelson, Murdock & Page!”

Matt’s eyebrows shot up above his glasses in surprise. “Is it April 24th already?”

“Yeah! A full year, baby! We fucking did it! We brought this extinct beast of a place back to life.” Foggy exclaims, making Karen laugh. “We need to celebrate.”

“And how so, Mr. Nelson?” The woman asked, curious to what he had to say.

“That’s what I’m trying to find out. Maybe a nice dinner and a club.”

“Aren’t we too old for clubbing?”

He raises an eyebrow. “Who says that?”

“Says the guy who pulled his hamstring running up the stairs.” Matt quips with a grin, as Karen hides another laugh in her hand. 

“Hey!” 

“Half-Joking.” Then he perks up. “Y/N is here.”

“Already?” Foggy looks at his watch. “She’s really early.”

“Do you think something’s wrong?” Karen asked, mother henning again. “Matt?”

“I’m not picking up on anything.” The blind lawyer replies, truthfully. “She’s coming. Relax.”

The teenager opens the door, her usual blouse and skirt with her backpack on her shoulder. She looked like she was in thought as she greets them with a smile. “Good morning.”

“Morning.” Matt and Karen greet in unison as Foggy cracks the ice.

“Hey, Y/N/N. You’re early.” 

“Uh, yeah, sorry. My building’s power went off and I couldn’t cook anything so I just went to a diner. Guess I overestimated how much time I needed to eat.” She replies, her heart steady. “Is it okay if I start early?”

“That’s fine, there’s probably not much to do though.” Matt says, as she sets her stuff down on her desk.

“Whatever you got I’ll do.”

Foggy’s concern washes away and goes back to his bubbly self. “Are you free tonight, Y/N?”

“Um… yeah. Why?”

“Well, today marks our anniversary of getting this place up and running again and we want to celebrate with maybe dinner at least. Our treat.”

“Dinner?” The teenager looks concerned. “Are you sure it’s okay for me to tag along? I’m just your assistant.”

“Nah, don’t use that talk.” He waves her off. “You’ve helped us a lot these past few months. You’re one of us. Right, guys?”

“Of course she is.” Karen said, her red lips curling upwards. “We would be all over the place if you hadn’t helped organize when we got so overwhelmed.”

“And customers are always complimenting you on how wonderful you are with them.” Matt adds, making the teenager blush.

“Yeah, kiddo. You’re great.” Foggy says, throwing his arm around her with pride. “Keep this up for a few more months and… maybe we’ll add your name to the plaque.” 

She laughed. “Your business will officially be a mouthful to remember.”

“Hey, it was mouthful before Karen came in, we might as well keep rolling with it.” He shrugs. “So what do you say? Dinner at least?”

“I can do dinner.”

“Fantastic! Where shall we go?”

And that was pretty much the only thing they talked about for the rest of the day.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Are you sure this is the right address?” Foggy asked for the third time tonight as he hitched along for the ride. He was the person you called a… backseat driver (but he has every right to do so at this point).

“Yes, Foggy. I’m just following the directions on my phone.” Karen replies, slightly irritated, but also a little bit worried (like she’ll admit that to him just yet).

“‘Cause this is a really bad neighbourhood.”

“I know, Foggy.”

“Is it really that bad?” Matt asked, after listening to his surroundings. He didn’t really hear that much going on outside the vehicle.

“It’s… extremely sketchy.” Foggy says, with a sigh. “It’s like one of those places they tell you not to go after dark.”

“That bad?”

“Yeah, and we close pretty late. Do we really make Y/N walk through this?”

Matt’s eyebrows raise up, amusement on his face. “Sounds like someone’s going to be her chauffeur soon.”

“Don’t tempt me, Matthew. I’d consider. Or we all pitch in and buy her a car.”

“Sure she knows how to drive?”

“Or better question–” Karen cuts in while making another turn. “Maybe you should talk to her parents first about this concern before we start gifting our assistant with stuff? Maybe she’s not allowed to have a car? Or even to drive?”

“What seventeen year old isn’t allowed to drive?” Foggy asked, confused.

“I mean, I wasn’t allowed to drive at all until I was an adult.”

“What? Why?”

“Foggy I was what you called uh… ‘wild child’, I’m not exactly a saint you know.”

Foggy sighs and flicks his attention to the backseat. “Matt, would you have driven a car if you could?”

“Who says I haven’t?” The blind man replies with a grin that made Foggy not want to question it.

The blond man throws his hands up. “I give up. Naysayers, all of you.”

“What are we ‘naysaying’?” Karen asked, with a chuckle.

“I’m not saying anything.”

“Oh my god.” She shakes her head and parks the car along the curb. Just as she was about to snatch her phone off the dash, a report came up. She quickly reads over the headline and frowns. “Hey, did you hear about those people who disappeared a few days ago? Rumors saying they were special forces?”

“The ones that were going door to door down on 36th?” Matt asked, hearing about it on the news and even word about it at night. Even some criminals he ran into that night thought it was strange and found them suspicious. 

“Yeah, those. Apparently they just turned up. Parts of them.”

Foggy’s face scrunched up. “Ew.”

“Someone hacked them up?” Matt asked, worried about a possible new killer on the loose.

“The strange thing is, no. From what it says here it looks like their limbs were chewed off.”

Foggy made a gagging noise now. “Ugh. Great. Now we have a cannibal in the Kitchen. That’s just great–” He opens the car door. “More reasons to get Y/N a car.” His friends shake their heads and get out also.

“You know, you’ll make a great father one day.” Matt says, getting the middle finger.

The three of them buzzed themselves into the building, going up to the second floor to the third apartment in. It wasn’t as luxurious as the apartment Foggy shared with his fiancée, but it was definitely on the same level as Matt’s: -Not-in-the-safest-of-places-and-was-the-“cheapest”-on-the-block- They definitely felt wary of wearing their nice and expensive clothes out here.

Karen was the one who knocked and got a response.

“She’s alone.” Matt said afterwards, getting the woman to check her watch.

“I guess her parents work the nightshift?” Foggy said, slightly worried. They didn’t get the chance to talk about it when the door swings open. The teenager opens up a nice, simple purple dress paired with a blue jean jacket and flats.

She smiles. “Hope you found the place okay.” She replies, greeting them and locking their door behind her. “Seriously, you guys didn’t have to drive to get me.”

“Oh, we don’t mind.” Karen says, honestly.

“Are we still planning on dinner?”

“Of course. You hungry?” Matt asked, making her laugh out of embarrassment.

“Heck yeah, I am.” She said, making them giggle.

“Well then, after you, Ladies.” He gestures for them to go first.

“Oh, such a gentleman.” Karen replies, starting the trek off, smiling and pulling their assistant along for the ride.  

They started chit chatting about the place they were going to go, Foggy boasting about how good the food was the last time he went (Now frank that was pre-blipped, so fingers crossed it’s still as good as back then). As they started descending down the stairs, Matt’s cane unfortunately got caught into a hole that was forming in the wood and was falling forward. To his surprise, Y/N was the one to react extremely quickly and place her hand on his chest to stop his fall.

“Shit, you okay?” She said, as he regained his balance from her strength.

“Uh, I’m…” And then he trails off when he catches a whiff, the smell of dried blood just beneath her fingertips. The chilling part of this was that it was NOT her blood. He swallows, and forces a smile. “Yeah, I’m fine. Thanks for the catch.”

She frowns apologetically. “I’m sorry, I probably should have warned you about the stairs. They’ve been falling apart for a while. If you stay to the left you’ll miss most of them.”

“Noted.” And then they continued again with Matt being careful…

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And it was not just about the stairs.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Sure I can eat anything?” Y/N asked, as she scanned the menu over again.

“Of course, our treat.” Karen reassures for the hundredth time.

“I know it’s your treat, and I appreciate it. But–” She flips the menu towards them. “Have you seen the dollar signs for this place?”

“Well, I can’t exactly ‘see’ anything.” Matt replies, feeling his assistant give him ‘the look’. He hoped he sounded sarcastic and not rude (he was trying to push away what he smelled earlier and enjoy the night (And not be a paranoid freak again).

“Mr. Murdock–”

“Matt, kiddo.” Foggy says, lightly tapping her shoulder. “How many times did we tell you you can drop the formalities? It’s been months.”

Y/N blushes. “Sorry, habit.” She replies, only to mumble something under her breath two seconds later that everyone kind of ignored. “I’ll shut up and figure out what to eat.”

“That’s the spirit.”

The group eventually ordered their food and soon slipped into a nice conversation. Between some fun exchanges between the law trio or funny memories from their childhoods, it eventually led to laughter.

“I never realized how big your family was, Foggy.” Y/N said, intrigued by the chaos of the Nelson family.

“And I swear it just keeps growing. It’s a little baseball team at this point.” He replies, smiling.

“Does anyone else have a sibling?”

“I had a brother, but he’s passed.” Karen explains, with a sad smile.

“Only child.” Matt replies, with a head tilt.

“What about you, Y/N? Any siblings?”

She shakes her head. “Just myself. I kind of wish I had a sibling though. It does get lonely at home sometimes.”

“Well… it’s not too late to ask your parents for one.” Foggy jokes, half heartedly; It causes Matt to nearly spit out his drink, Karen scolding him and Y/N chuckling behind her hand. “Don’t kill me! It’s just a joke.”

“Franklin Nelson.” Karen warns like she was his nagging mother, and kicks his shin.

“Ouch, Karen, geez.”

Y/N smiles, amused. “I don’t mind, really.”

“But still, most people I meet here want more than one kid. I’m actually surprised you’re an only child, Y/N.” Matt said, being honest, which suddenly got her heart rate to pick up, but not in the racehorse kind of way he had been hearing. The teenager had stayed quiet for a moment before she shrugged, trying to shake it, or them, off.

“My mom’s not really in the picture anymore, not for a long time actually. I just really have my dad, but he’s always working. So, to be honest, I’m on my own. I don’t think he even realizes I have a job.” She replies, taking the last sip of her drink while avoiding eye contact. She could feel the concerned stares on her making her feel uncomfortable.

“Y/N, that’s not right.” Karen said, worriedly.

“It’s… fine. I’m used to it, you know?”

“Just because you’re fine with it, doesn’t mean it is.” Foggy replies, brows pushed together, distress wrinkles forming. “You know, if something’s up or wrong, you can tell us anything. We’re here for you, you know?”

“Not everything though…” She said, frowning (Her heartbeat picking up again, which was enough for Matt to start questioning what she actually means).

Just before anything else could be said, the waiter came over to drop off their refills and took the empty appetizer plate away. “Your food will be out shortly.” He said, and they thanked him.

“Man, I’m starving. The wait better be worth it.” Foggy said, after a second.

“I know, right? I know it’s been awhile, but I don’t remember it taking this long.” Karen admits, stirring the lemon around in her ice tea.

Y/N starts to take a sip of her new drink and pauses, like halted to an immediate stop. Matt picks the way her whole demeanor changes from nervousness to anger, and mutters, “It’s coke. It’s fine…”

What are you hiding, Y/N? Matt wonders as he takes a sip of his own beverage, worried out of his mind for what could be happening to her. What was happening at home that you didn’t even want to talk about it? 

But as soon as that red wine tickled down his throat he immediately knew something was wrong.

He couldn’t even taste it or smell it, but he knew there was something mixed inside that wasn’t supposed to be in there.

He immediately feels all his remaining senses start to go wack and before he could even say a word, Y/N beat him to it.

“Hey! We have to throw up!” She says, shooting up to her wobbly feet. “The drinks were–”

And then she proceeded to crash back into her chair, her face falling onto her dining mat. Karen calls out her name before passing out as well.

“Uh… M-Matt…?” Foggy calls out, struggling to stay awake. “W-what just…”

Matt hears him render unconscious as well and tries to fight it off the best he could, but he knew it was useless when his whole body started to grow numb, and he cussed under his breath from it.

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And the last thing he sensed was their waiter standing over their table smiling like the cheshire cat.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

When the four of them came to, they all had splitting headaches that made it almost hard to even realize where they were. Tied to individual chairs and under some “interrogation” lighting in some strange, seemingly unknown, building.

“Ugh… where are we?” Karen asked, looking around with a slight squint.

“Warehouse district.” Matt replies, after a split second of analyzing. “I recognized the smell.”

Foggy clears his throat before whispering, “Uh, Matty, might not want to out yourself to our assistant here yet.”

The blind vigilante completely forgot that Y/N didn’t know his secret and held his tongue. Luckily, it seems like she was preoccupied with her worries, making some weird faces only two people present could see. Well… maybe a third now because some random ass man wearing what looks like tactical equipment (minus its helmet) comes in through a door.

Baldy (yeah we’re calling him that) looks disgusted and rather annoyed to even be here, as he stands before each of them before spewing, “Where is it?” 

Yeah, no ‘Hi’, ‘Hello’, or ‘Good Afternoon’, just straight to the fucking point that nobody even knows what it’s about. 

The adults looked at each other, going into overprotective mode.

“Who are you?” Matt asked, ready to start listening for clues (and silently try to get out of his restraints).

“Not any of your business.”

“Why are we here? Why did you need us?”

Baldy said nothing, instead directing his attention to the bound teenager. “Where is it?”

Y/N blinks, clearly confused. “Where is what?”

“The thing.”

Another blink. “What thing?”

His jaw clenches, irritated. “The thing you stole from us.”

She scoffs. “I don’t even know who you are.”

“For fuck’s sake–”

“What is going on?” Foggy cuts in, bitterly. 

“Who are you people?” Karen asked, same expression as his.

“The people who want our stuff back.” Baldy replies, shrilly too. “Our boss has been desperately looking for it ever since it went missing. We know she has it.”

“How do you know she took it?” Karen asked, maternal mode kicking in once more and ready to throw hands if necessary (I mean, did this guy even have any evidence?).

“Her school was required to go on a field trip to our company, and soon after, our… subject disappeared and we know one of those kids took it. Took us a while, but we finally tracked down who it was.” He jabs his finger at the girl. “You.”

“Y/N–” The blonde woman looks her way.

“Subject?” Matt asked, turning the interrogation around. He feels everyones’ gazes on him now as he tries analyzing the situation. “First you say ‘thing’ and now you say ‘subject’. Are you saying Y/N stole a person?”

“Matt–” Foggy warns under his breath, urging him to tread carefully.

“I wouldn’t call it a person.” Baldy said, feeling the blind man’s intense stare.

“Then what is it again?”

“Matt–” Karen tries now.

Baldy holds his tongue. “Listen, Blindly–”

“So what’s this ‘subject’ Y/N supposedly stole?” Matt pressured, feeling the man’s blood spike.

“You need–” He pulls his gun out. “To shut the fuck up.”

“Matt!/Hey!” Karen and Foggy yelled in unison, their racing hearts pouncing in their friend’s ears. But the Murdock stays as calm as he could be, tuning them out to focus on the gun on hand.

“I would hold that spicy tongue of yours, and let ME do the talking.” Baldy continues, getting silence as an answer. “Good. Now–” He redirects the barrel at the teenager. “Talk.”

Y/N’s eyes widened just as the adults started yelling again.

“Hey!” Matt snarled, thinking the gun was going to be trained on him the whole time. He tries giving the most intimidating look he could muster with his blind orbs showing. “Don’t fucking point that at her.”

“Yeah! You really gonna kill a kid?!” Foggy snaps, getting the man’s attention.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you?!” Karen adds, making Baldy’s eye twitch at their comments.

“Listen, motherfuckers.” He snaps, a craze look on his face. “I will do whatever needs to be done. If that includes bathing my hands in red, then so be it.”

She shakes her head, furious. “You’re a sick, twisted, human being, you–”

“I’m sorry…” Y/N blurted out of the blue, suddenly looking really pale and distant. Her boss unknowingly hears her heart start picking up like a rabbit, and her blood pressure starts spiking (not to mention she was starting to run like a furnace).

Badly looks her way again and scoffs. “What? You scared?”

“Not of you, but for you.” She swallows. “You really might not want to point the gun at me, it’s upsetting him.”

He tilts his head, confused. “Upsetting who?”

“You need to leave.” She pleads, her (Y/E/C) eyes starting to change to an odd color.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Seriously, leave, please–”

He starts to sweat and presses the gun into her head more. “What are you fucking talking about?!”

“Leave! He’s–” Then her body stood stiff, and her fingers started to twitch, and then… her voice got super deep. “I’m pissed off.”

The trio widened their eyes at how scary and inhuman she sounded, which was enough for Baldy to start panicking, thinking of the worst. 

“Enough with the theatrics!!” He snapped, trying to regain control. “I’m–” 

And then nobody expected this next.

If you told anyone you were going to watch the girl get engulfed in black goo, and a monstrous face to form in her place then they wouldn’t just bat an eye and walk away because it sounded like insanity.

It became even more insane when the face suddenly bit the man’s forearm off clean and swallowed it whole, along with the hand pistol.

An ear piercing scream erupted from the back of his throat as blood pooled from his remaining limb. He stumbled backwards as the substance from her body disappeared, Y/N reacting with a look of horror on her own features.

“Oh, my god!!” She screamed. “Oh, my god! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!!”

“What the fuck!!!” He yelled back, baffled just like everyone else in the room.

“I’m so, so, so sorry!! I told him not to do it! He never listens!! I–” 

Then a black tentacle comes out of her skin and whips the man into a wall, causing another scream from her and even the trio. The adults could only just watch/listen to it unfold, no clue to what’s happening.

“Oh, my god– Fuck!!” Y/N says, shutting her eyes shut tightly like she was in pain. “I told you not to do that!! Why did you– Ah!!”

Her bosses watch as her body stiffens again, eyes glassing back over to purple before slowly fading to white. Then, the tentacles came back out to smash the chair she was in, bringing her to her knees. The goo was started to cover her form again, prompting her to ask the question,

“Venom… What are you– Saving your life. And theirs too.” 

Then the door bursts open again, this time with a crowd of other people dressed just like Baldy, except that had a little more artillery. Suddenly, the trio watches as Y/N jumped and dangled from the ceiling, the red lasers immediately pinpointing on her.

“FIRE!!” Someone shouted, and the bullets started flying.

Then their little assistant disappears again, replaced by the face with big white eyes and a wide mouth full of spike, and a tongue that was licking its lips with delight from the bullets ricocheting off of him. Karen screamed at the sound, and they all buried their faces into their shoulders for protection just as the beast let out its battle cry.

It started crawling faster towards the crowd, hunger in its face before it suddenly stopped halfway. The beast let out a huge sigh, muttering, “Fine.”

It then started grabbing whatever it could get a hold of and fling it towards them like a game of extreme darts. One by one they started to fall, one by one they were getting broken ribs and blacking out, one by one they were–

Then a flash grenade was suddenly underneath it and exploded.

The beast roared in pain from the sound, the goo vibrating and then dissolving at the snap of fingers, causing the teenager to resurface and fall to the floor. 

Matt definitely heard her ankle snap from the fall despite his own ears ringing, and called out her name. The girl cries out, and hugs her leg as she squeezes her eyes shut to block the tears from flowing. Just as the noise started to settle, it was about to become a whole lot worse. Just as the last remaining attacker was about to shoot the poor girl dead, with Karen and Foggy shouting their pleas, the vigilante managed to to unloosen the last knot from his wrist, springing to his feet and chucking the chair straight at him.

Matt lets out a breath he was holding before his instincts kicked in again. He quickly unties Foggy from his chair, saying, “Get Karen.”

“Right.”

He sprints over to the girl, getting down to her level. “Y/N?”

She lets out a groan, cracking open her eyes, slight shock upon seeing him. “M-Matt?”

“Hold still, I’ll pick you up.”

“H-How did you get out? Or throw a chair so accurately?”

Well shit. 

He really wasn’t thinking about his secret ID at that moment. Just the thought of making sure his assistant wasn’t going to die on his watch.

He bites his lip. “Y/N, I’m–” His gaze snaps towards the door where he could hear footsteps approaching. A lot of them. “Shit. There’s more. We have to–”

“I-I have to get you out.” She croaks, rolling herself to be on all four. “It’s my fault you’re involved in this.”

“Y/N, you broke your ankle, you can’t do anything else.”

“But…” She groans again and then slowly lobs her head in his direction, a smug tugged across her lips. “But I insist, Mr. Murdock.”

And before he could say a word, the beast reappeared and lifted him straight off his feet, along with Karen and Foggy who yelped in surprise. Suddenly they found themselves running at an incredible speed, prayers leaving their mouths just as they broke through a window and free falled down.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Not even sure where they ended up but it was completely unoccupied and covered by the shadows of the night. The beast had set the weathered adults down against the wall before doing the same; the body disappearing back to the teeanger who fell right on her bum. She lets out a shaky breath, closing her eyes like she did earlier, trying to hold the pain in.

“Oh, my god, Y/N, your ankle.” Karen manages to say once the shock ran out (And that was for a while).

Y/N smacks her lips, grinding her teeth, replying, “I-It’s fine. It’ll be fine in a minute. I advise not looking.”

“What do you mean?” Foggy asked, eating his words as he witnessed her ankle snapping right back into place causing him to gag and avert his gaze. “Oh, hell…”

“T-Told ya.” She mutters and then sighs. 

Silence fell over them, the trio all kind of looking at one another before deciding it was time to address the elephant in the room. Or whatever that thing was.

Foggy clears his throat, shifting his weight around. “So…”

“I’m sorry.” Y/N said, opening her eyes and looking at them with guilt. “I… I never wanted you guys to see that.”

“Well, I can see why.” He mumbles, getting a smack in the shoulder by Karen. “Ow!”

“So what is it?” Matt asked, straight to the point and curious, actually (and concerned too now that he’s realized this girl’s got no control over whatever it is). 

Another sigh as Y/N pushes herself to stand. “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean?”

“Exactly that. I don’t know.” She crosses her arm uncomfortably. “I went on a mandatory field trip for school to this lab, and… some of my classmates begged me to go ‘behind the scenes’ with them. I honestly didn’t know what to expect, except that the only thing back there was this container with a tiny blob in it.” 

She frowns. “One thing led to another and it broke, but I had no idea that… this blob got absorbed into me.” She throws one of her hands up. “I honestly thought I was going crazy for several days when I could hear shit in my head, and when my appetite went through the roof. And then…”

“Then… what?” Matt said, sensing her discomfort.

“I got mugged. Well… attempted mugging until… Venom came out.”

“Venom?” Karen asked, eyebrow raised.

“That’s… what he calls himself. The thing you saw.” Y/N starts nervously playing with her hands. “Anyway, the mugger didn’t do much since– you know– uh…”

“Let me guess, he bit the guy’s arm off?” Foggy says, as she shrugs.

“More like… above the neck…” Then she gets the shocked stares again. “Okay, in my defense, I have no control over that. I didn’t even know that Venom attached himself to me. I…” She groans. “I just ran away after that! I didn’t know what to–” She then pauses like she is listening.. “You what? – You finished him off?”

Now it was her turn to have her pupils blown wide. “When? I don’t remember you doing that? – You did it when I was asleep?! – Oh, ho! That is not consensual whatsoever! We talked about this!” She scowls. “No, you quit complaining, you parasite!”

Y/N groans again, this time into her hands. “Ugh! He’s so annoying sometimes!”

“This is the strangest thing I think I’ve ever witnessed.” Foggy said, running a hand through his locks. “And aliens attacked New York.”

“Technically, Venom’s an alien.”

“Oh, my god.” He holds the sides of his head. “It’s ‘Invasion of The Body Snatchers’.”

“Foggy.” Karen tries to get him to calm down.

“So you just decided to live with this… Venom guy?” Matt asked, not really sure how to ‘perfectly’ respond to this situation. I mean for the many years he’s fought in Hell’s Kitchen, he’s never experienced something like this before.

“It’s kind of hard to get rid of him. He’s… persistent, I’ll give you that.” Y/N replies, with a small smile. “If I’m being honest, it was around the time you guys accepted me for an interview. I was more worried about acing that than dealing with a vicious conscience.” Then it fades. “Homelife not exactly… easy, so I guess it was nice to have someone to talk to. In a crazy kind of way.” A sigh. “I had no idea that he was important.”

“Are you going to give him back now that you know?” Karen asked, worried at what might come if she doesn’t.

“That’s the thing, If I give him back, they know who I am, and you saw what happened tonight. They’ll kill me no matter what.”

“Like hell I’m going to let that happen to you.” Matt says, confidently as he places a gentle hand on her shoulder (he could hear her pulse spiking at what she had said). “We’re going to figure this out. Don’t you worry, Y/N.”

She shakes her head. “I-I can’t ask you to do that.”

“Then don’t ask me.”

“You almost got hurt because of me! I’m not letting you put your life on the line for me. I can figure this out on my own.”

“Y/N, I’m a lawyer, you should know by now I don’t take ‘no’ for an answer easily.” His lips tug upwards, trying to make the best reassuring look he could make. “I’m going to help you–”

“We’ll help you.” Karen corrected.

“Yeah. We’ll help you, don’t you worry.” Matt faces his old roommate. “How long’s Marci out of town for?”

“Uh, next week. Six days to be exact.” Foggy says, after quick thinking.

“Good. We don’t have to worry about her safety.” Matt goes quiet, using his senses to figure out where they are before they move. “Alright, let’s go to my place.” He gestures for everyone to follow, his friends were, but not his assistant who was perplexed.

“Wait.” She blurts out, stopping them. “Shouldn’t we try finding somewhere else? It might not be smart to go to your own home.”

“It’s fine. It’s where we need to be for our next step.”

“Next step?” She asks, watching him start walking away again. “Which is…?”

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“There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

(TBC)

Stay tune for the next parts! || Part Two || Part Three

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[jpv-isms]

hi comics fans please like me. also feel free to recommend comic runs for me to read

i also run @autistic-hc-bracket

i like:

DC:

- bart allen

- jean paul valley

- tim drake

- hal jordan

Marvel:

- matt murdock

- frank castle

- eddie brock

- clint barton

I want to learn more about/read more from:

DC:

- alan scott

- klarion

- hartley rathaway

- ted kord

- cass cain

- helena bertinelli

- kyle rayner

Marvel:

- scott summers

- reed richards

- hank pym

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Gwen Poole in Daredevil Season 2: Development Trail Post

The base premise of this in the name. Gwen Poole in the second season of Netflix's Daredevil. Recently that premise has been shifted drastically, so this is a timeline of everything I've gotten so far. At first I started off with the idea of Gwenpool, Quire, and Cecil from Earth-616, coming into Earth-199999 (MCU) and bug Matt Murdock during Season 2 of his show just for funsies. Because he didn't have enough awful things happening at that point.

First came this post, featuring Foggy meeting Gwen Poole, Quentin Quire, and Cecil on a rooftop, and a follow-up.

Foggy and Cecil are the only normal ones. Chat

Matt!POV of Elektra and Gwen interacting. Excerpt

Quentin Quire's Reasons For Being Here. Excerpt

Gwen Has Eighty Nine Murder Charges. Chat

Gwen is Haunted By the 'Pool Reputation. Chat

Gwen is Haunted By Red Ghost (Listen, Original Names Are Very Fucking Hard to Think Up) Ask Interaction

Foggy is Picking Sides with Gwentin's Squabbles. Chat

The Angsty Side of This - Meta Rambling About What I Actually Hope To Achieve From This Fic

Foggy's First Time Seeing Gwen's Meta Powers - Excerpt

Before this, it's all been in a static status quo. Quire, Gwen, and Cecil from Earth-616, just doing this for the hell of it. Then, in this Brainstorm Session, I threw around the idea of shaking up the reasoning for Gwenpool being here. It also hinted that Officer Gray, the police officer from Gwen's run, would get a bigger part here. From there, it continues with a few jokes set in the original scenario.

Cecil Was Failed By The System. Chat

Would Gwen Ship MattFoggy? Poll about this Fic. The post glitched when I posted it, so there's two of them now 😭😭😭

Today, I pitched throwing half of this premise out, instead using the Poison Gwenpool from the Venomverse comics. Here is that post. Might keep Quentin and Cecil around, if they're characters people want to see. Or might drop the Poison Gwenpool idea entirely.

I like bouncing ideas off people, so tell me what your thoughts are about all this <3

[heroofashesnot]

Finally drew me and @amazing-spiderling’s Symbiote Matts together! I love her design and appreciate seeing what new things she comes up with!

[thatonemarveldude]

Was bored and decided to do one of these!

It's still a work in progress, obviously, but it's something!

[age-of-moonknight]

“What If…Venom Had Possessed the Punisher?” What If…? (Vol. 1/1989), #44.

Writer: Kurt Busiek; Penciler and Inker: Luke McDonnell; Colorist: Tom Vincent; Letterer: Janice Chiang

[hitchell-mope]

I cannot fucking believe that people are calling this film a good ending. It was like the King Charles III teleplay. Enraging and depressing. And I want all of it fixed in film four or I’m having words with anyone and everyone who’ll listen.

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The White Dove Pt 43 - Bee Happy

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The White Dove Masterlist

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7 more chapters left, and before I get into posting the new version of the Poke series that follows this it’d be really awesome to hear what you guys think of this series. Got a bit deflated seeing that out of the long series I’ve been putting my all into this year the ones that got the most attention were one shots written within the past few months. And if you do enjoy my one shots for their wild, crazy and adorable ideas my series have so many more than them and I tend to have a corvid sense of mind, attention for a story I may or may not be stuck on can go a long way to helping me shake loose some ideas to keeping my stories going.

Trust me when I say I write my stories for me, no one loves my 100+chapter monster sized series like me. Feedback and brainstorming does help considerably to help me finish those as I seem to have a problem containing my army of plot bunnies that explode into stories. Really it boils down to the fact that over the past three years I’ve had barely five weeks off through the entire pandemic and its onset of panic, as I’m an essential worker. I write to stay sane, even if my ideas often seem illogical and beyond out there. So if you like it/ hate it/ just want to spam my ask box to distract me on my work breaks feel free to let me know. Hope your corner of the world is turning smoothly and safely, getting cold out there, and rainy in mine. :)

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Straight up to block a manual on a big block engine your forearm rose at Buster’s warning to the attack otherwise signaled by a shout of, “BEE!” Out of the famous Boxer came the uncharacteristic outcry. “IT’S IN YOUR HAIR!” He all but screeched in a tight grip of your arm to jerk it lower readying to swing the book again with that hand.

Before the five bodyguards fanned out around him, bulky over six foot tall and two times broader than him, could take hold of you to tear the bees from your hair hard into his cheek you landed a blow. Launching him off his feet for the press spectacle of the week as the heavyweight champ got knocked out cold by a girl over a foot smaller than him and not even half his weight. Tires gave off a screech and a door was heard to open.

“They’re hair clips, you moron.” The men being filmed by passers by who had been filming the famous face stood in place as you asked them, “You gonna pick up your trash?”

“Hey,” was panted in your glare laced turn back the way you were aimed from Happy Hogan who had gotten out of the car in a wish to help you against the bodyguards to the fighter who was out cold and unresponsive on the sidewalk. “There you are, I got the car here.”

“Okay,” you said softly and he guided you without touch around him and the car to sit in the passenger seat to the start of irritated honks for his car parked the wrong way on the street. Stepping away from the mini medley of a few whistles, claps and jeers from the crowd of passersby.

“Ya, ya, I hear you.” He said hurrying to get back in the car and buckle up to turn the car around asking as he drove, “Where you headed Pluto?”

Stealing a look your way as you adjusted your book filled school bag atop your lap while your fingertips adjusted the ends of your layered floral skirt with sheer petal shaped panels laid over your stocking coated legs. Off the shoulder of the arm that blocked the book your open maroon cardigan slumped to show the sweetheart top to your sleeveless dress that would easily fit under your uniform later. The color on your cardigan matching the shade of your wedges that had straps all down the tops of them secured by buckles to match the buttons on the cardigan.

“I wanted to thank you. Took me a good couple months to get my lungs up to snuff again, not counting my gut from the internal bleeding. But I’m here thanks to those shots of yours. Tony’s had me all but on bed rest to give me time to get back up again out in Sacramento, just got back and saw you, had to stop and give you a lift.”

“Well you didn’t have to thank me. I was going to get some food before my shift at a candle shop.”

He nodded, “I’ll drive you, what were you thinking, burgers, Mexican, soul food?”

“There’s a nice lady at an Applebee’s nearby whose grandson needs a new semester of payments on a laptop he’s loaning for school. I have a few bucks for the donation tin.”

“How’d you learn to throw a punch like that? He’s got to be double your weight at least and you stopped his swing like it was nothing.”

“Learned to fight from a three time welterweight champion, that moron is useless in a fight without a parade and fanfare around him. Man’s terrified of a creature that helps to keep the planet alive and tried to hit a child in the head at the sight of one, biological bee or hair clip alike.”

“Welter-,” he glanced at you, “Bucky, right?” making you look his way, “Cap says you were a student of his. I’ve looked up his record.”

“Right.”

“Boxing’s changed a lot since those days. In the pictures he has bulked up a great deal.”

“He got Stark and Erksine’s serum too, but he got it while locked in a POW cage.” Making him flinch another glance your way. “I’m his best student and most likely his last. After all, can only go down from here.”

You said making him smirk, “My boxing coach said the same thing about me.” Accented by a chuckle from him, “And if that guy tries to give you a hard time legally I can have Tony on him in an hour.”

“Man in unconscious thanks to a girl. I would love to see him make a media circus about this. Like the Bee Movie come to life, mid trial sharing the false narrative that bees all deserve to be exterminated and feared by everyone not just those with allergies. Followed by a glaring slow motion play by play of the swing of his hefty book and the punch that leveled him after sure to ruin his career and reputation for the rest of his career if he didn’t crack his skull on the sidewalk.”

“Then again only people able to get past Tony would hit the major wall that is the US Military. Has anyone talked to you about those shots of yours?”

“I haven’t even graduated High School yet. No they prefer MD’s or PhD’s. All I do in my parents’ study is gate keep the machine that makes the compound they designed. Doctors there handle the rest.”

“Well clearly you are a brilliant person, came up with those shots, or Misique did, she uses those too.”

“I make them, my allergy shots too. A more generic take on my parents’ work, they’re actually mostly made by bee byproducts.”

“This one, right?” he asked and you nodded.

“Yup.”

Up front he parked and walked with you inside, looking around at the faces of people who seemed to recognize you by frequency of visits and not by name while his face to them seemed more familiar but in an uncertain way. Orders were given and atop the page your notebook was open to on top of the couple books that made your bag awkward to lay comfortably on your lap he saw the first of a slew of dinosaur comic sketches that made him smirk.

“You make comics?”

Briefly you sighed unwrapping the straw to go in your drink that had just been brought to counter his lemonade he ordered. “I have to write a speech for graduation. Logically my brain can only focus on comics.”

At that he chuckled and started to share a few of his own miseries on public speeches gone wrong and how he barely remembered his graduation, just the fire that ruined the after party and prom as well set ironically by the homecoming queen. The story of how he became a boxer led to how he met Tony after his career ended to be his bodyguard soon growing to best friends and even finding out they were Mates. Including several examples of his speeches he did miserably on. In a wave of his hand over his meal he said, “You know for all the ego and swagger I can’t think of a speech or invention he hasn’t second guessed himself on. Why he misses most of his speeches actually.”

Before he put the car in park outside the candle shop he said, “You didn’t have to save me,” making you look at him, “I know, I didn’t have to give you a ride or pay for lunch either. A lot of people would have ran away.”

“I’m not scared of people dying. Death is a walk we must all take to move onwards to our next path. You healed well is what matters.”

“And you’ll be fine, when in doubt try writing a short speech on dinosaurs and gradually shift it away from being about dinosaurs, or be fun, leave the original version could be one of a kind.” With a nod you climbed out of the car at his words of encouragement to let him get back to where he was needed. He felt better in having interfered and said something to you. This didn’t make you even, not in the slightest, but at least it answered the gnawing urge to find the girl who saved his life and kept him company until he was taken by the professionals to continue the efforts given to prevent further damage or time to allow him to slip away.

Inside the back room at the shop into your stewardess like uniform you eased with thoughts that turned from your regrettable speech looming on the horizon back to the phone call you had to make. Bees, on the news the video blowing up online were the joking focus of the clip. The prize fighter laid out after a try to beat a young woman with a book to kill what he took as a live bee. He was still in the hospital and being questioned by Detectives after Gwen had confirmed for her father the obvious identity of the child in question targeted by such violence.

Eddie as your closest adult had been contacted and on his own made a call to Matt Murdock in case the fighter tried to take this to court, if the courts would let him. Already for the attack he had been dropped by his fight representatives, two sponsors and was on the verge of being dropped by his management team. Double handedly he held the book he threw his weight into swinging at the at least momentarily unknowing young woman reading off a notebook.

Late and on the way home after your shift was over time lined up and you dialed the number to the company where you got the supplies for your sail. With the subway stop in sight your phone was raised to your ear in the sound of a second ring of the line. A man’s voice answered the line in Norwegian answered the line. “This is Thor of X, how might I direct your call?”

“Hello, yes, this is Pluto Pear I was calling about an order I received.”

“Viscountess,” he said alerting others inside the office to whom he was talking, “Yes, there is an issue with your shipment?”

You could hear the shift of your call being put on speaker as the manager you had met quietly eased into the room. “Not an issue on your end. I repaired the mast and had to extend on the length more than I anticipated so now the new dimensions had my original miscalculation all the more obvious. So I am not certain if this is the proper channel to go about this but I was wanting to request more supplies.”

“You have called the proper number I can put that order in here. Can I ask how far through the sail the first shipment lasted?”

“A little over half of what I require.”

Smiles spread through the room as the man confirmed with a few hushed nods and written notes from the manager that had him reply, “We are all proud to continue help on the project of such a sacred ship. We shall send a double of the original order to you swiftly and shall go personally assemble the order as soon as I input it into the system.” Thanks were broken off to awkward silence as you looked at the phone as they hung up to input and complete the order.

Months since the delivery more than once they had been found wondering or even asked if they had any news on the progress of this mysterious sail. Now they knew at least you were halfway through and were going to be sent more than enough to cover whatever length of sail the ship required. Still there was no clue as to what the design was but the press could take the tip they did get and try to work from there.

All they knew was the tip that it was going to be handmade at least partly by you. So lists of sail making companies within New York and states around it had been compiled with lists of reporters and interns to make cold calls to see if any of them were helping with the process and could be coaxed to send a hint of the design or shape at least. And as they continued that the King would be invoiced and contacted for the delivery, for which one of your planes would be used to deliver the order as soon as possible to not put off any schedule arranged for the task.

Eddie at the subway platform stood in wait for you, having just come from Murdock’s office he looked you over asking about the phone in your hand. “Someone call you about the punch?”

“No, um, I called about the sail materials. They said they’re sending double the first order.”

His brow arched up, “Double, as in a second similar amount? Or double double in one go?”

“I have no clue. Suppose we’ll see when it gets here, they said they would send it swiftly. That is a lot of wool if it is double.”

“At the worst you’ll have to make us some blankets and sweaters and anything else to use up what is left over.” Making you giggle to yourself.

“Well at this rate hopefully there won’t be much left over, especially after the weatherproofing test swatches.”

“How’s the hand? I talked to Murdock and he’s got an ear out in case anything stupid happens.”

“Knuckles are a bit sore, but he tried to hit me in the head with a book on big block engines, hand to swat someone’s hair I get, but whacking a stranger in the head with a book is beyond reflexive.”

“Happy was there?”

“Ya, he was impressed with the punch. Thanked me and paid for lunch and dropped me off after. Also talked a bit on his graduation and his own trouble with speeches, Dean Morita said I have to get a speech ready for graduation.”

“Whoa,” he said, “Top two huh? Do you have a hint of what you might say?”

“Not a clue,” you said making him smirk and loop an arm around your back to kiss you on the top of your head.

“It’ll be endearing and wonderful, I just know it. And we’ll see how the idiot tries to face things in the morning.” Taking you home to fix up something to eat and have a film playing while he worked on a story to follow up the exclusive you had given him by texts that beat other news outlets and you worked on some school work.

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Torn ligaments in the neck of the boxer had him in a neck brace and cuffed to a hospital bed awaiting word of the charges. Injuries his team tried to pose as old hat had flared up due to the blow, not caused by the altercation to save face. An early morning buzz on your intercom turned your focus from the dishes you were doing after you had eaten the breakfast you had whipped up. “Who is it?” you asked pressing the button on the speaker box by the door.

“Captain Stacy and Detective Dodd, can we come up and talk to you?”

“Sure, top floor.” The second button to let them in sent a buzz to let the casually dressed duo make their way up the several flights of steps to find you waiting in the doorway in a baggy flannel and knee length sweats. “Hello, I have muffins, or some juice?”

Mr Stacy entered first with a grin and accepted the offer as the female detective behind him shared in a glance over the crowded apartment due to the loom system and slowly rotating spools hovering over platforms. She confirmed her own choice of juice to his internal sense of happiness as for how you had furnished your place to suit the personality he knew you had.

Over the top of glasses filled with juices saucers with muffins on them were rested on your way to the green sloped couch they chose to sit on. Bruises on both your knuckles on the punching hand and the hand shaped bruise on your other forearm visible by the sleeves rolled up on the baggy shirt had their eyes linger on them.

“Thank you,” they both said accepting their saucers and juices before you shifted to tuck a leg up and sit on the cloud shaped couch facing them. She asked, “You aren’t eating?”

“I just ate. I was doing dishes.” You answered folding your fingers together across your lap.

Mr Stacy said, “Well, Pluto, we came to talk to you about the Crazy Horseman guy who was filmed attacking you on the street.”

“I’m sorry, he calls himself the Crazy Horseman?” you asked making the duo chuckle. “Mr Hogan knew who he was but didn’t say his name. I suppose if that is his name hitting strangers with books in on brand then.”

She asked with a serious expression on her face, “The video shows he just approached you and swung the book in his hand, was that the beginning of the attack?”

“He shouted about my bee hair clip and I look up and a book is coming at my head. Not much to add to the video.”

Several questions came to fill out the event to add to what Happy had been questioned about confirming what they knew already, but now with pictures taken of your bruised hands and forearm. Mr Stacy asked, “Are you staying home today?”

“I have some more work to do on a paper but I have an afternoon shift at the book shop later.”

And Mr Stacy said, “Let us know if anything else happens or anyone bothers you, or you do end up going to the hospital. We’re gonna do what we can to keep him locked up and away from you.”

He gave the assurance and coated in some foundation your bruises were disguised a bit as you continued the process of shifting the store to ready for the impending back end of the winter season theme boxes. Several religious and holiday based books were arranged to the first sound of radio updates of the Christmas celebrations being set up within the city with reminiscing of years prior. Delivery of trees to decorate were claimed to be easier now that Tony Stark was Iron Man and did not require to shut down streets to drive the trees in by tradition like his father did decades prior.

Across an open notebook during lunch by the time you had to head back sketches and notes were made of the transporter you had used on Svartalfheim. The runes you learned so far in the translations of the fables helped to fill in the translation of the page of Asgardian runes on the menu alongside a few more from dreams of designs Yggdrasil had shared over the years. Woven branches on your sail design already had a single one standing out and the time after your shift would be centered on pouring over those notes again to see what your brain could stir up.

A crowd of people who had come to bother you about the charges against the fighter did linger a while at your job, unsettled greatly at your silent stares up at them to when a security guard had called cops to take them in for intimidation against a witness. Only to have more people drop by but be forced out of the building by Susan Storm with an invisible barrier flinging them out into the street. “Hello Pluto,” she said with a kind grin brushing her blonde ponytail off her shoulder to drop over her back.

“Hello, Miss Storm.” You answered continuing to unload a new crate of books inside the children’s book area on a low shelf. “Need help finding a book?”

“The boys were curious on how you were doing. Heard you got attacked yesterday.”

“I trained with a boxing championship honestly I can take and give a punch.” You said making her shift her legs to crouch in her pencil skirted dress at your side.

“We also know you’ve been to another dimension Chickadee is from. Reed is curious as we all are of what that was like. What we could learn. Why Howard Stark was so important for her to save so many times.”

Up to her eyes yours swiveled to land on them to say, “Everyone is important. Everyone has a role to play. I’ve shared what I’m willing to. Digging into the aftermath of the atom bombs only took us so far and society learned nothing, we still focus on nuclear energy. People are so swift to bypass that war is bloody and the bodies of those sacrificed for it to see the supposed benefits we reap.” You stood up to carry the next group of books to the shelves a few feet away causing her to rise up as well looking you over curiously. “No matter what I tell you the world will justify use of something that could ruin the planet and countless lives to be the one to bring about a new power source.”

“There is a new power source?” she asked and you turned to look at her.

“I found an Asgardian ship out of the bottom of the ocean powered by an engine wrapped around the core of a star,” you said causing her lips to part slightly, “There is always another power source, and you don’t have to leave the planet for it. Just because the human race imagines to have answered all the pertinent questions concerning our planet and its past our people and the planet will suffer because of it. You want to take power sources from other people, I couldn’t have imagined such a brilliant mind had grown so complacent to stop asking questions.”

“And what sort of question is he supposed to be looking for?”

“Why Earth?” you said plainly turning to grab another set of books when you put the ones in your hand down. “Asgardians, Krulls, Kree, that purple Thane guy and his bird faced buddy. Countless races have been here, to this planet, why? The planet is alive, it speaks, and no one listens. It has the answers, but I suppose if he wants to explore space and ignore the planet and go mingle with other races then more power to him he can find the answers on his own.”

“Why would you keep what you’ve seen to yourself?”

“How many people have you watched die?” you asked gaining a voice crack of a response. “Do you know the extent of cruelty humans will aspire to for answers? I spent eight years being put to that question of how much cruelty I could take. I know exactly what so called curiosity and hope for better humanity costs. What I tell you results in human test subjects to the tune of billions of humans on this planet unwillingly to answer for curiosity of what could possibly be gained. What I tell you has a price, and it’s not some printed word of a consequence I know the pain, I bled, I burned, I screamed and cried for years after getting free. I know, what it costs. And I will not release that on innocents.”

“It can’t be that bad.” She said weakly making you glance back at her a moment.

“Next time I get the chance to go there I’ll do my best to time it near you and give you a shove. Then we can see what you’d be willing to release on the planet so Reed can slap his name on it.”

“Why are you so upset about this?” she asked following you around a shelf only to reach out and use her thumb to smudge the thin layer of foundation to reveal the bruise on your forearm. “You’re hiding bruises?”

“Children are more popular here during winter seasons. No reason to scare them.”

“You really won’t tell us?”

“You know that scene with Gandalf when he says he can’t carry the One Ring for Frodo and he says for what the ring could access through him would be far worse no matter his good intentions and wishes to wield it for good? I don’t make weapons, and Reed out of past experience has given his tech to the military. The world can see what they are capable of with a bigger stick than the other guy. People are important no matter who it upsets.”

“Does your arm hurt?”

“My knuckles hurt worse than my other arm,” you said making her look to your other arm seen mostly due to the blouse with three quarter sleeves you had on under your apron that shifted to show slices in your worn jeans and the neon leggings underneath. Even your heeled boots you had on seemed to be on their last legs making her feel worse about pressing for details as you clearly should be at home resting.

“Why aren’t you home?”

“I have a job. People depend on me. I have worked through worse.”

“When do you get off, I can give you a ride home.”

“Hours, don’t worry about it.”

“You shouldn’t be walking home alone.”

“I’m short and bruised, not helpless. Come January I’ll be an adult legally. I’ve lived alone since I was 14, I walk alone a majority of the time. You can’t honestly imagine one moron could scare me away from going to work and keeping my freedom.” Picking up the empty crate you went to get a second saying, “Have a nice day. I can get home on my own.”

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“I can’t believe he actually filed a countersuit,” Eddie grumbled with arms crossed.

“Well I did ruin his career according to him.” You said nudging the empty stack of spools you had brought back down to the garage where the next shipment was being delivered by a crew who confirmed they would take the empties back to reuse them. His brow arched up as he felt upset enough to not stop the chatter of the Hive he heard through Venom who were spying on the culprit in his hospital bed still under observation. “Guess we can see how far the courts will let this go.”

“Well Murdock said he’s gonna talk to some Judges about that. Prosecutor already is hot and heavy to have him moved to jail and refused to accept any type of deal with less than five years in prison for assault on a child.”

“Well I got a call that they got a call, grandfather said the embassy for Denmark sent a rep to the Prosecution, apparently there were a few there already from other embassies. Tried to say that I could have security if I wanted but I said I rarely get accosted by book wielding boxers then got complimented on my right hook.” The last statement had him chuckle to himself as you glanced at the strip of sail draped over the arm of the mast you put there to give a hint of the pattern showing two acorn filled squares.

The section was folded over to not show much more and with a grin you greeted the delivery crew who opened the back of the truck and unloaded clearly double the amount of the first shipment. The empties were loaded up with a subtle snap of a picture of Eldfalls and the sail as a clipboard was readied to let you sign for the delivery.

Noise outside showed the proof of the barriers up that kept the press at bay while this lawsuit nonsense was going on, crews who had been camped out outside your building only to find their equipment fail when you came into sights. Days you had been shutting down and ignoring tries to interview you just leaving Murdock and Eddie to willingly take the brunt of it between scalding word sent through the embassies of a child of Scandinavia being attacked physically and then legally by such a useless coward.

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Weeks avoidance of the press and over lunch alone at the library table with your Asgardian notes and sketches of what you had dreamed up. Transporter sketches and lists of menu options from the medical bay machine all made a confusing layout of images a few teachers and the librarian stole glimpses at passing by. Like dna woven rings held internally a ring of material your brain still was working over to try and tap then bring to focus what you were seeing. It was admirable at least to some on how you were focusing on something and allowing this to blow over.

Not that it would take much longer as he would miss a court date and be found dead by a bad mix of a paralytic with his pain meds. A move that as the news would speculate something sinister was behind it the Punisher made a big show of support by burning a skull into the front of his home that was still roped off by police tape claiming the kill for himself even if it wasn’t exactly his usual signature method of kill. Now beginning a new court debacle of his relatives out to fight over the supposed money he had left behind only to find out he was near to a million in debt and highly dependant on his matches to keep afloat.

Pt 44

[digupyourbones]

eddie brock is just as much Fueled By Catholic Guilt as matt murdock but you aren't ready for that conversation.

LOOK AT THIS.

[amazing-spiderling]

CHAPTER 5

During Spring Break, Matt is left to his own devices and finds himself thwarting an assault in an unexpected way. When it's over, he's left with more questions than ever, but it seems like Foggy might have some answers.

CHAPTER 5 HERE

Or Start at the Beginning

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[fic-ive-read]

Link To The Fic

[tylenol-extra-strength]

Looking for Moon Knight rp

I’ve just recently finished the Disney+ series and I’m desperate for any sort of content we can’t make with these characters!

Characters I’m willing to play:

Steven, Marc, Steven and Marc, Wade Wilson, Matt Murdock, or Eddie and Venom

I’m looking for just about anyone I can get, really! Mostly though, the characters I’m looking for are any of the ones I mentioned I could play, along with Peter Parker and Layla

Fair warning, since I’ve only seen the series and have very limited comic knowledge on Moon Knight, I know very little about Jake Lockley. If you want to play him, you’re welcome to, but I won’t be.

For different dynamics, id love to do something where one of us plays Steven (preferably me) and the other plays Marc. I don’t quite know how I feel about shipping them, but if that’s what you’re looking for I’d be willing to try it out! I’ve got a lot of ideas for this one we can talk abt ooc!

For Wade or Eddie with Marc and Steven, I think it’s a fun dynamic because they’re all guys with voices in their heads and I think it would be fun to have them bond over that. Especially with venom and Eddie since Eddie’s “voice” is an actual person like Marc and Steven, where as Wade’s isn’t and he just literally has voices in his head. I honestly have 0 preference for who I play for this!

Those are just the pairings I think are most interesting, if any others caught your eye or if you had your own ideas for characters, feel free to let me know! I have ideas for just about all of the characters I mentioned

If this interests you at all, send tycobell#3181 a friend request on discord!

[lunchtiger]

Chapter 16 of “A Match Made in Hell’s Kitchen” is up!

<Insert whatever wild post-hiatus Author's Note you want to imagine here, it's guaranteed to be more interesting than the reality> I definitely felt out of my depth trying to write effectively a threesome, I wanted it to be "good enough to read" but unfortunately I have the perfectionism mental illness. I hope the descriptive bits don't take away from it, but it's my first one of these scenes. As always, due to AI scraping, this work is viewable to registered AO3 users only. Masterpost Here: This will take you to my pinned, if you're not a fan of NSFW but would like to read the rest of the fic.

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Request! So could you do like, how some of the marvel characters (your choice) would react to the reader surprise hugging them? You don't have to do this of course! Also have a good day gor night!

Marvel characters x Male reader

Headcanons

I shall be using my faves, hope you enjoy ;) These are shorter, but there’s more characters than I normally do. I was imagining the reader and the characters are already in a relationship in this :).

Steve Rogers

-          Depending on the time, I imagine Steve reacts differently. If hes heavily focused on what hes doing, I think hed give a small jolt and turn around. When he realizes its you, he hugs you back.

-          Or he will have heard you coming, supersoldier hearing you know. Hed let you sneak up on him though, and turn around at the last second to surprise hug you first.

  Bucky Barnes

-          You won’t be able to sneak up on Bucky. With all the training hes had, he heard you the moment you stepped into the room.

-          He would indulge you though, and let you “sneak” up on him and let you wrap your arms around him. I think hed place his hands on your arms so he could hold you as well, maybe lean his head back to rest on your shoulder.

  Tony Stark

-          I think Tony would jump almost a mile into the air if he’s heavily focused with something or just oblivious to what’s happening around him.

-          Hed clutch at his chest and make some overexaggerated comments about how you scared the life outta him and how you shouldn’t scare a man with heart problems. Then he would kiss you and hug you.

  Steven Grant

-          Steven would be surprised and maybe give a tiny jolt or gasp, but he would melt into your arms and lean back against you.

-          Maybe he would even turn his head to kiss you on the cheek or you two would sway from side to side as he tells you about his day or current interests.

  Clint Barton

-          Good luck sneaking up on Clint. Using his spy training, I think he would either drop down, crawl between your legs and hug you from behind instead.

-          Or he would do some over the top flip over you to hug you from behind. When you pout at not being able to get him, he would pepper kisses all over your cheeks to cheer you up.

  Peter Parker

-          I think the only moment you could sneak up with a surprise hug on peter, would be during Star Wars marathons, when he’s doing homework, or working on spiderman stuff.

-          If he’s working on spiderman stuff, his first reaction would be to shove whatever he’s working on into his desk to hide it, but when he realizes its you, he sighs in relief and hugs you back. Other times he would just lean back against you.

  Eddie Brock

-          You can only sneak up on Eddie and Venom in the morning when they’ve just woke up. Venom is throwing together what he claims is breakfast, and Eddie is half asleep against the counters in the kitchen.

-          When you give him a surprise hug from behind, he almost spills his coffee, but he leans back to half sleep against your chest instead. He leans his head back to kiss your chin or cheek, and Venom purrs, giving you the closest a symbiote can to a kiss as well.

  Wade Wilson

-          Wade will throw himself around so fast that you can barely keep up and hug you too, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you into the air. No matter what height or size you are, he will lift you.

-          Wade will swing you around and call you the most over the top pet names, and then pucker his lips in an overexaggerated way demanding a kiss to be let down.

  Matt Murdock

-          Try all you might, you can never surprise hug Matt. He heard your heartbeat and smelled you the moment you entered the apartment.

-          He turns around the last second when you come up behind him, and wraps his arms around you instead. This ends with you grumbling about never being able to sneak up on him, making the man laugh and kiss your forehead.

  Frank Castle

-          Frank is another person you won’t be able to sneak up on. With all his training, even if you were training to sneak, he would know.

-          But he would still let you come up behind him and “surprise” him. He would just look over his shoulder at you, quirk a brow and smirk. Maybe he would kiss you, but then he would go back to doing whatever it was he was doing.

  Johnny Storm

-          Hugging Johnny all of a sudden would give him a shock, and hed almost drop what he was holding if he was holding anything where he would then fumble to catch whatever it was.

-          He would turn to look at you over his shoulder and pout, but would then smile when you kiss him on the cheek. Johnny would turn around in your arms and hug you back, squeezing you tight.