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sgt-morgan · 2 years

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Robin Bites Back 🖤

Summary: Meet the Robinsons but with Fuck words and Vigilantes. You’re gonna love it.

Warnings: AFAB and female identifying reader, Mentions of g!ns, Cannon typical violence, crude language, probably blasphemy, illusions to sexy times, Matt’s dangerously beautiful ass, Deadpool. You get the drill.

A/N: here’s hoping tomorrow we have a little more Matt in our lives. If not imma blow a goddamn gasket.

Pt. 1 Guessing Game.

Pt. 3 The Test

DD Masterlist

Matt knew you finding out about his being Daredevil could only cause trouble. There was no other way around it. You knowing had been trouble of the highest order, and you find newer, weirder, ways to prove it every day. Trouble of the highest order. Your jokes only got worse and more frequent, but when you meet all his vigilante friends, putting them in their place seemed to be your new favorite pastime. You first proved it with Spider-Man.

Stumbling in at four AM should mean waking you, but for some reason, you were awake. If he had to guess, you were reading over court documents that he told you needed reading three months ago, and you were just now reading them, but that didn’t matter. Matt could smell the sleep on your skin, the melatonin your body was producing changing your normal functions just enough to give him a sense of your sheer exhaustion. your tiny cold shivers even though the apartment was fairly warm, your tear stained cheeks from yawning, your glacial typing speed, the signs radiated from where you sat. You smelled of him, his shampoo and body wash, his shirt he wore to laze around the apartment yesterday, your deodorant and perfume that you always insisted on wearing at all times, it screamed of comfort, a radiating beacon of calm nestled into his couch and all he wanted to do was bury himself in it. Instead, he carried with him a half dead Spider-Man and an open wound you were gonna probably need to stitch. They had just finished stopping a robbery at a butcher in the seedy end of Hell’s Kitchen, but they hadn’t managed to catch the bad guy, who was insanely good with a knife. He roughed them up pretty bad, and this is how they appeared to you after that fight.

“Well holy shit!” You cried out when you noticed them, clutching your chest, shocked. Your heart rate had skyrocketed, you were blushing, and your blanket had fallen to the ground. So, if Matt knew you like he thought, It wasn’t the fact that he was injured, or that Spider-Man was injured either he presumed, it was probably because you were- “I’m like… half naked, so if your little vigilante buddy doesn’t have your same proclivities, I’m gonna put on pants and brb.”

“I’m sorry!” Peter groaned and smacked a hand over his eyes. Matt dropped him on the couch and flung his mask in the general direction of his trunk.

“Don’t apologize, Matt is always-“ you paused, registering Peter’s tone of voice, his countenance that you hadn’t really picked up on before. “Oh my god. Matthew Michael Murdock, is that a fucking child?” Matt cringed and he could feel Peter do the same.

“Uh… no?” Matt tried, knowing that there would be no way to fool you into belief that Peter was a big boy superhero, who could lift a truck with ease if he wanted, now to you he was a tiny little baby who you would attempt to adopt like a stray cat.

“You’re a shit liar, and your whole life depends on it.” She grumbled grumpily, and Matt smiled even though he should be irritated. He was in fact, not a shit liar, you were just really good at reading him, and it gave him some sort of warm fuzzy feeling in his chest.

“No ma’am, he’s not lying! I just turned 18!” Peter tried to butt in helpfully, but he really was only making it worse. You groaned and Matt winced.

“This is so wrong. You, spider boy, take your hand off your face, you’re bleeding there and we got no idea where your hands have been.” You barked, pulling a first aid kit from under your sink and marching to the couch. “Move sexy, you’re next.” You said smacking his ass and making Peter giggle. He rolled his sightless eyes again, and went to the bedroom looking to shower and change while you sorted out first aid and clothing for Peter, he was starting to realize that you were totally gonna adopt the kid, and he wasn’t ready to be a vigilante father. A shower would help him organize a strategy to get you to back off, but he also forgets that you’re a lawyer too. Should have given up while he was ahead. By the time he got out, Peter had his head in your lap and was laughing through a wince as you stitched up a cut near his hairline.

“So, you recognized him bec-“ he was cut off by you snipping the last of the thread and gesticulating wildly.

“Listen kid, that ass don’t quit! Wether it’s jeans, a dress suit, the devil suit, the black suit, the new one, and god help me if he’s in his stupid silk boxers, it’s like a homing beacon. Round, perfect, and don’t get me started on his thi-“

“Baby! He’s 18!” Matt blushed and Peter only laughed harder.

“Yeah, and I’m teaching art history, Martholomew! High schoolers are all about that shit!” You tapped twice gently on the table, giving him your little winking signal to tell him you’re joking, it instantly made him smile. Everyone has a gift, yours just so happens to be cutting tension.

When you were in court, that smart mouth and keen wit of yours was a killer weapon, often winning you many a case, but when you used it to talk people out of their gloom, it was a beautiful bloom of spring, and Matt was thrilled to be the one that got to hear your musings on a regular basis. You made the smallest of phrases poetry, the finest of details something so titular to a sentence he forgets exactly where your point began and his ended. You were a true wordsmith. He loved it even more when you became a real comedian with those talents, only you having the ability to pull from him such belly laughs that left him in tears for hours from just one off handed joke you barely thought about. Your mind fascinated him, and he hoped to spend his whole life exploring its depths. Right now though? Right now he needed you to stop telling the boy wonder about how hot his thighs were.

“Our father in heaven woman-“ Matt grumbled and you gasped.

“Mattnelius!” You smacked a hand over your moth and chest. “That sounded very close to Blasphemy! And with a child present! You should be ashamed! I’m so sorry for his behavior Peter! Go shower, I’ll find you clothes.” You patted his arm and shooed him from your lap.

“No it’s okay, I’ll ju-“

“Baby we can’t-“

“Boys, I swear to fucking god if you don’t do what I tell you right now I’ll call Foggy, and that girlfriend of yours!” Matt and Peter both straightened up immediately. Peter rushed to the bathroom with a squeaked ‘Yes ma’am!’ and Matt sat next to you with his wound exposed. He sat in silence as you stitched his cut closed, fidgeting with his fingers.

“Honey, he’s not a cat we can’t just-“

“Mathew Michael Murdock, if you say I can’t keep Peter I will go work for Landman and Zach so fast it’ll make your head spin. Now, go get the extra sheets and pillow for the couch while I find the kid some clothes. That’s an order Batman, before Robin goes Jason Fuckin Todd.” You snapped and kissed his cheek aggressively.

“Yes dear.”

The next person you met was Frank Castle, and it was… something. Matt can confidently say that this one was the meeting he was most dreading, it wasn’t like their meeting was ever a good thing, so why would he expect him meeting you would go any better.

Frank was in town hunting down a terrible criminal, Matt knew that. Matt also knew that when Frank hunts somebody down, it’s usually quite explosive. What he didn’t expect, was for his mark to be your client. That client so happens to be the Butcher who’s shop he and Spider-Man stopped someone from robbing. Now that he thinks about it, it was probably Frank. Which means that Butcher probably wanted to eat your liver with a side of Fava beans and a nice Chianti. Yuck. He heard over the police scanner that shots had been fired in the vicinity of the offices of Nelson, Paige, and Murdock as he was out patrolling, and he remembered you saying earlier that you needed to sign and print some paperwork to get back to the judge on your current case. So when a description approximating Frank Castle then came through over the scanner, he booked it to the office. He vaulted in through the window, and there was your client, unconscious in your office, with a bullet wound. Matt would have expected you to be shook up about the whole thing, but instead he heard a shouting match go down.

“No you asshole, I didn’t know he is a fucking serial killer! I’m not omnipotent! Why don’t YOU tell ME what the fuck is going on, because APPARENTLY you LOVE playing God! I mean seriously Castle, what in the name of John Wayne do you think you’re doing? This isn’t the Good the Bad and the goddamn Ugly! You can’t just judge, jury, executioner someone in my goddamn office! Now there’s a fucking bloodstain on my rug, and I’m gonna have to talk to cops! I’m a lawyer and I’m dating a Vigilante Frank, I fuckin hate cops!” Frank’s heart was thudding at an unnatural pace, and he was rooted in place. He was terrified of his tiny girlfriend, and honestly it was hysterical. He couldn’t help but giggle.

“What the fuck Red?” He growled out as Matt stepped over to the unconscious man and proceeded to stop the blood flow so the man didn’t actually bleed out. “Why did you let your girl take him on as a client, are you fucking insane?”

“No, Castle we didn’t kn-“

“IM FUCKING SORRY? Did you just call Matt crazy? Didn’t you shoot him in the fucking head when you first met him?” She fumed and there was an electrical zapping sound, and he felt Frank flinch away from youu. That’s when he noticed that the burnt flesh smell wasn’t coming from the Serial killer, it was coming from-

“I’m sorry, but baby, did you tase Frank!?” He laughed.

“Yeah, that’s why the fucking riddler here isn’t dead!” You huffed, kicking the now groaning criminal in the head to knock him back out. “I don’t have the time to fill out the goddam paperwork! Now take your buddy Deadshot here, and get the hell out.” You grumble and pick up your phone.

“What are you doing?” Matt tilted his head as you dialed 911.

“Calling the cops Mathew, if I don’t, it’ll look suspicious, and I don’t really want to go in for questioning for my involvement in the murder of an ex client!” You growled, throwing a stapler at Frank that he caught with ease and placed on a filing cabinet.

“Ok Castle, let’s go” Matt grabbed his arm and forced him up the fire escape to the roof of the building.

“No fucking way, I’m going back and-“ He started, but you had just hung up the phone.

“If you don’t get out now, I’ll hand you to the police my godDAMN self, and I’ll make sure I tase you unconscious if I have to lock DD in a closet to do it!” She half shouted, Matt couldn’t see it, but he just knew Frank stood there and glared menacingly. Or well, he did until you flashed your taser at him again.

“FUCK! FINE!” He flinched, crawling out the window.

“Have I told you I love you lately?” Matt grinned, pulling you to him with a sweet kiss.

“No, in fact, you have not.” She huffed and pushed him towards the window. You didn’t have to have super senses to hear the cops pounding up the stairs to your floor. “You owe me Batman, now get out.”

Matt meandered his way to the roof, where Frank was still mumbling and pacing watching his target being loaded into an ambulance while handcuffed to the stretcher.

“Now he’s gonna get a cushy fucking hospital stay, when he could be dead.” Frank grumbled, swiping a hand down his face. “I’ll tell you what though, that old lady of yours? She’s…”

“A keeper? Crazy? Super hot? Yeah,” Matt nodded, crouching on a ledge to hear you and the officers better. You were fake crying, he grinned, you were amazing. “I know.”

“Yeah, that. Seriously though, that taser hurt like a bitch. She’s wild.” He shook his head with a chuckle. “Real set of balls your girl. Tell her I said thanks, and if she gets in my way again I’ll-“

“You’ll what, get tased again? Because sure as fuck aren’t killing me!” She laughed from behind them and Frank flinched. “Now get the hell off my roof, do you need first aid?” When he shook his head no, she reached in her pocket and pulled out a gun.

“It was under my desk, be glad I saw it before they came in. I swear to God Murdock, if you say anything you’re sleeping on the couch.” She grumbled and stomped downstairs.

“Jesus red, she’s a-“

“Goodbye Frank!” Matt laughed, rushing towards a robbery happening two miles away.

Two weeks later had been kidnapped by vampires, and it had everything to do with, you guessed it, that serial killer cannibal you got arrested. Yes, Vampires, Matt could hardly fathom that outcome, let alone take on an army of the undead with just his blind ass and a 17 year old. So, Spider-Man called in the troops. Since everyone loved Peter, and everyone was curious about the woman who tased Frank Castle and lived to tell the tale, they all decided to be helpful without being dicks and Matt was truly grateful. He forgot though, that just because they behaved didn’t mean you would.

You were honestly ok, sure, you were surrounded by a bunch of people calling themselves the hand, there were fucking Vampires apparently, and they kept referring to Matt’s super hot and tragic dead ex girlfriend, but you could handle all that. What you couldn’t handle, was that you had to be in court to plead a very big fucking case that could actually earn you money, and you’re stuck HERE! Damn it all to hell, you told Mathew that the vigilante shit was fine if it didn’t fuck with your day job and now here you were, letting it fuck with YOUR day job. What a bummer. Then came the drugs.

Your mouth can only get you out of so much, and unfortunately, these ninjas were entirely unwilling to speak to the Deposition before risking your drug tests for work. At least they were fun drugs! Clearly, they were going to try and knock you out, but your lovely boyfriends buddies reached you before you got enough in your system to make you pass out. So, instead, you were subjected to very vivid and colorful fight sequences, like your brain was trying to put you in a Tarantino film without all the feet. It was Moonknight who removed the IV, and once he did, he was immediately shot three times, but instead of dying bloodied and broken in your lap like you thought he would, he got back up and kept fighting, the bullets falling to the ground as he went. He kept swirling and smashing heads, ridding the room you were in of Vampires and attempting to free you in the meantime, in moments of downtime you got to introduce yourself a bit.

“Shit dude, you’re like… invincible. DD, has gotta learn that one.” You laughed.

Moonknight cocked his head in your direction and you smiled with a nod. “Sorry I haven’t got you free yet hermosa! Little busy, but when I free up you’re Prioridad número uno!”

“Spanish? Cool, and no worries MoonBoy you keep doing the thing, I can wait. I’m not helpful at the moment anyway, can’t stand and WOAH! You can pull a knife from your chest!? Badass! Devilman needs to know the name of your suit guy.” You gasp as he pulls moondarts from the suit and starts slashing.

“Bueno, yeah, you’re definitely la novia then. My suit guy is an Egyptian god so I’m not thinking he’d like that Hermosa.” He winked and you laughed.

“Ooh cool, so you’re a pagan then? I can dig it.” You nod sagely, though with all the drugs, it doesn’t look it. Jake thinks you look more like a broken bobble head. He can’t help but appreciate the fact you’re not freaking out though, that was impressive.

“No, actually I’m Jewish, or well, Marc is Jewish.” He shrugs, “Same body different people.” He has no goddamn idea why he told you that but your mouth forms an ‘o’ like you get it perfectly and you smile. All the while, Jake is still killing vampires left and right while chaos reigns around them.

“Like the movie with James McAvoy uh… SPLINTER! That’s right, splinter. NO WAIT! SPLIT!” You proclaim with a snap of your fingers. “No wait, that’s probably offensive, that guy in that movie was an asshole. You seem chill. The idea is still there though, multiple people, one brain. Very fun.”

“Si, ¡Exactamente! Damn, nobody has ever gotten it that quick.” He muttered and Steven took over the body, having cleared an opening to get you out of the fray or handed off to the next person.

“Right darling! Let’s get you out that chair here-“ He cut your bonds easily and heaved you to your feet and instantly you almost face planted. “Shite, sorry!” Steven hissed balancing you again, “forgot about the whole being drugged thing!”

“New accent! This must be personality two, Hi personality two!” You smiled and patted his shoulder, missing the first pat but landing the second.

“Yes, it’s Steven, and you just spoke with Jake. Nice to meet you too dear.” He chuckled, throwing you over his shoulder and sprinting towards the stairs. He made it all the way there, slashing and punching and kicking as he went, before he had to set you on the steps to continue smashing heads.

“Sorry sugar, gotta go!” Marc plopped you on the stairs and turned to keep killing vampires.

“That’s ok third person I’m pretty sure is named Marc, I can crawl.” Marc was astounded to see you start taking the stairs on all fours, wandering towards the next vigilante that would inevitably pick you up and move you down the line. Daredevil said you were tough, but knowing and following an abstract objective while stoned wasn’t exactly what he was expecting.

“Goodbye I guess, don’t die.” Marc grumbled and nailed a vampire between the eyes with a moon dart making a wet thud as it struck home.

You, still off your ass on whatever they gave you, crawled slowly up the stairs. You flinched as bodies flew past your head and made sickening thuds on the stairs. “Oof, that had to hurt.” You muttered as one dude hit a railing hard enough to break his spine. Then, two doc martens thudded into your line of site and you looked up, very nervous. “Please don’t be a villain, please don’t be a villain, please don’t be a villain…” you slowly follow the length of the legs and are relieved to see, “Jessica Jones!”

“Hello.” She smirked, and reached down with one hand, snatching you up by the collar and setting you on your feet. “You look like hell, I know all about that.”

“Hey Jess- wow you’re strong as fuck, kinda hot!- please don’t wait no-“ she let go and your knees buckled, you started to fall and you felt a hand reach out and hold you up. You looked to see that that hand belonged to Luke Cage and his other hand was lashing out to throw a vampire over the rails of the platform you were on. “Sorry! I got drugged and I’m not so ready to use my legs yet.” You sighed flopping your head down to stare at your useless, traitorous, appendages.

“S’fine.” Luke said, shoving you away from the fray so you just flop into Jessica’s waiting arms again.

“Horn head said you were chill, but not freakin out while we all fight vampires and you’re on drugs… that’s pretty badass.” Jessica mutters, quickly shoving you back to Luke as she throws a wooden board through a man’s chest. You spark with pride at her compliment. Jessica Jones, super powered PI is impressed by your level headedness. Sick.

“Thanks Jones, your pretty cool yourself. ON YOUR SIX!” You yell and Jessica tosses you to Luke, taking out the scary vampire that almost chewed her face off.

“Thanks for looking out.” Luke grunts catching you under one arms and smoothly pushing you to sit on the wall behind him.

“No worries Mr. Cage!” You mumble. He throws the last two vampires in his way over the rails and then sits next to you to watch Jessica work.

“We’re past formalities, call me Luke.” He stretched his hand out and you just stared at it, limbs still numb. You feel like Westley after Miracle Max brought him back from being mostly dead. It was exhausting.

“God, sorry, I would? But it’s not gonna work right now.” You sigh, Luke nods and puts his hand down, staring at Jess once again. “God, you look like a love sick puppy. You good there?” You flop your head in his direction and he nods.

“Yeah, I just. You guys make it work, why can’t we?” He shakes his head and gestures at Jess and you are bamboozled. Really? Relationship troubles? You’re fighting Vampires, this is life or goddamn death here, the Dr.Phil shit can wait…. Then you think, you know what? Fuck it. You kinda get it. There’s something about an apocalypse that makes people question their lives.

“Can I be honest?” You’re not slurring every other word now, so it must be wearing off. “Matt and I work because we communicate. Now, if I understand Jessica like I think I do from Matt’s stories of her, she is like trying to talk to an errupting volcano. Explosive, hot, and rapidly cooling to immovable rock. You gotta figure out how to be volcano proof. That seems like an impossible task, believe me, I get it. Getting Matt to communicate was like trying to get a camel through the eye of a needle. Hah, bible reference, I gotta remember to tell that one to Foggy. Sorry, not helpful. All this to say, I learned that it’s not hard to pass a camel through the needle, if you make it big and obvious, and unable to over look. It works even better if there’s an oasis on the other side, if you catch my drift, but it’s not impossible, just incredibly inconvenient.” You then pat Luke’s shoulder and nod him back over to his lady love, who was kicking major ass.

Luke processed your words with a nod, honestly? The advice wasn’t bad, it was weird, but accurate. Maybe Matt’s crazy girlfriend was right. Eye of a needle? He could work with that. Then he decided to help Jess before she shoved the needle up his ass for leaving her stranded.

You continued to crawl your way through the chaos, watching the various vigilantes do their various duties around you. The next run in was with Danny Rand. You could tell he was annoying from the jump.

“Hello, can I help?” Danny reached out his glowing fist and punched a vampire through a wall (which was cool), then hoisted you to your feet. “I’m Danny Rand, The Immortal Iron Fist, defender of K’un-Lun, Master of-“ Then you shoved him out of the way of a vampire who wanted to cut his speech super short by putting him in an early grave.

You groaned, “Jesus that was close, you’re mouthy, no offense, I am too. Can I be honest? I’m on a lot of drugs, we’re in a life or death battle with magic vampires, and it’s hard to concentrate when you keep saying shit nobody understands. Learn to shut the hell up. Cool glow hand though, you seem nice. Promise I’ll be less of a bitch when we meet again.” You promptly reached your hands above your head in a grabby motion and let Peter swing you to a balcony nobody could access, you let him set you up with his backpack, which apparently had water in it, and you sat and waited for the battle to be over.

You watched the various hero’s fight, and you were honestly impressed. Now out of harms way, you could truly appreciate how fucking cool your boyfriend was. All the people around him had crazy super powers. A dude who can’t die, a kid that can climb walls, two people with super human strength, and a guy that had a magic glow stick for a fist. All those powers, and your boyfriend still chose to go kick as much ass, if not more, than they were. It was kinda hot, no, let’s be honest. It was very hot. Eventually everyone stopped fighting, Vampires dispatched, regular humans headed to jail, etc. you watched as Matt visibly began to tense again, the panic hitting when he remembered he hadn’t talked to you yet.

“I’m up here baby.” You muttered, rolling your eyes at your lack of ability to help, tapping the metal railing to give him an accurate location. Then he began scaling shelves and running towards you at top speed. “Hey, I’m drugged up, I can’t move. I’m totally numb.” You huff. “It’s ok though, it’s working it’s way out of me but I got no idea what it is.” He bundles you into his arms, and you breath him in, leather and cinnamon, your favorite.

“Oh thank god.” He grumbles burying his face in your hair as you finally manage to flop your arms around his neck. He stood and slung you onto his back, climbing down to where all the other vigilantes stood below you waiting on Matt. “Sweetheart did you meet-“

“Yup! Moonman, not a pagan, is secretly three people, can’t die.” You began pointing them out in turn, “Jess, PI, super strength, super hot. Luke, Bar owner, super strength, needs to work out his love issues. One punch man, glow hand, talks too much. Spidey, my baby, stray cat energy.” You nodded, drug induced loose lips be damned, you were proud of yourself. The vigilantes giggled at their descriptions in turn, even Danny found humor in your little rant. “Did I get em all?”

“Yeah baby, that’s everyone.” Matt laughed, kissing your head and giggling into your hair.

“She still hasn’t met Deadpool!” Danny shrugged, and Matt went rigid.

“Iron Fist, you gotta learn to keep your trap shut.” Matt mumbled.

“Oh god, them in a room would be torture.” Jess groaned.

“I don’t know, I quite like the idea. Sounds like a gas.” Steven shrugged in the Mr. knight suit.

“Sorry DD.” Danny grumbled.

“Oh, He has to meet Robin DD.” Spider-Man chuckled.

“Robin?” Jessica questions, looking at Spider-Man with one unwavering raised brow.

“We call her Robin, because the first time she met DD and figured out his identity, she told him that if she had known sooner she could have been the Robin to his Batman.” Peter grinned and looked at the still giggling couple that was attempting to patch each other’s wounds while denying they needed help, you know, like self righteous vigilantes.

“Ah,‘that’s adorable.” Steven muttered, tying up hostages and making sure their undead friends were gonna stay down this time.

“Yeah, it’s pretty sweet.” Luke nodded, helping Danny drag a mountain of a man to a corner while Jessica and Peter catalogued all of the chemical materials and evidence they could with their Cameras.

“She said I was mouthy.” Danny pouted, and all of the other hero’s in the room dissolved into laughter.

You two were lightly bickering back and fourth as they continued with cleanup and waited for their hostage to wake for interigation.

“DD, I’m fine.” you groan again as he feels at the wounds on your hand and forehead. He knows what you’re saying, but he can’t help but take in your racing heartbeat, the slight stench of fear, the terror trembling off you in waves. You put up a great front, and in the heat of the moment you’re a force to be reckoned with, but now that it’s all over, Matt can tell that leaving you alone while he does his duties to the city would be a grave mistake.

“I know! I know. I’m just-“ he fretted and you cut him off, but subtly clutch his hand tighter.

“You’re just full of nervous energy and ready to beat that guy you need answers from to a pulp. I get it. Go.” You roll your eyes fondly and stand, Matt holding out his arms to catch you as if you were a three year old just learning to walk, and you wobble immediately sinking back to the ground and leaning against the wall. The drugs haven’t fully left your system, it’s clearing up, but it’s not gone yet.

“No. Not while you’re injured, it will have to wait till Peter or Jess can take you ho-“ then his whole body tensed and his nose scrunched as if something just hit his senses with a crowbar and a man in a red and black morph suit—No shock there—with two Katanas and a gun busts into the now relatively calm warehouse.

“Alright! Who do I gotta kill. Point me in the way of Nosferatu, Daddy has some silver bullets and a deer park bottle of holy water, and I’m ready to interview with a vampire this bitch!” He stands, one katana and a bottle of water with a crudely drawn cross on it raised in presentation, at the entrance to the warehouse. When he comes in, He is the most absurd thing you’ve seen all evening, and there’s a guy with a glowing fist in the building. You all pause for a moment just staring at this absurd display of ineptitude, but Matt senses Deadpool assessing the situation, taking it all in, and Matt senses him shift his attention to you, and his muscles relax a bit and a grin stretched the terrible deformed muscle at his mouth, causing his skin to creak. Then, as Matt suspected, you are instantly thrown into fits of giggles. Your in full blown belly laughs, he can hear the way you struggle to breathe through your laughter, senses your abdominal muscles contracting, he can smell the salt of your tears as they run down your face, and for a moment he forgives the lunacy of Wade Wilson, and appreciates just how wonderful it is to hear the sweet sound of your laughter. He is thankful for the subtle loss of tension in your shoulders that Wade has so easily caused, just by being him. Then he smells old enchiladas, stale blood, and gunpowder and is reminded all over again why it is he avoids Deadpool at all costs. He’s an assault on the senses, and he’s a dumbass. If that weren’t reason enough, the man is hardly ever on the right side of the law, or decency, and to top it all off, he’s really fucking annoying. However, in this moment, Wade is sending clear signals that he is ready and willing to be his ally. Maybe Matt would need to rethink his stance on the Mirk with a Mouth.

“Fuck me, I haven’t laughed that hard in a while, and I just met a guy whose superpower is that he punches real good with just one fist.” You giggle into Matt’s ear and he can’t help but chuckle a bit as well, using this as an excuse to bury his nose in your hair, attempting to cover up the stench of Deadpool’s disgusting suit. “Who the hell are you, and how do we become friends? Also, they fuck the vampires in interview with a vampire, they don’t kill them. You’re thinking of Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter.” You laugh brightly and thrust you’d hand out to be shaken. Matt resists the urge to smack that hand away from the bacteria infested glove, but is genuinely thrilled to hear the rustle of a glove being pulled from a hand as Deadpool receives your handshake.

“Well that’s easy pretty lady, you don’t fuck with me and I, won’t fuck with you. So are you the crazy bitch who tased Frank Castle or is DD here in for a few million Hail Marys?” Matt is baffled. Honestly, he is. Deadpool came in ready for a fight, and in a need for ardent chaos, and he was actually startled at how collected and calm he was in bantering back and forth with you. Totally at his ease in the steady, witty banter. It’s like you had stopped him in his tracks. Matt kept a close ear on your conversation as he began to help the rest of the group.

“So does he wear the horns when you do the deed, or do they only come out for birthdays and anniversaries?” Deadpool sits cross legged beside you, which is when Wade silently shoos him away. Why should he deal with all the boring stuff when there was a beautiful and interesting woman he could be talking to.

“Oh Mr.Pool, a lady never sucks and tells, but that Mask is pretty hot. The suit does nothing for his ass though.” You scrunch your nose and shake your head, and Wade snorts a laugh while Matt walks away to go deal with the rest of the group.

“He got a nice ass under all that pleather?” Wade huffs.

“Like you wouldn’t BELIEVE man. He’s honestly the sexiest man I know.” Matt shakes his head at your ardent praise with a big silly grin, and Jess bumps her shoulder with his with a breathy chuckle, handing him an unknown chemical for him to identify.

“Well, you’re in the company of absolute beauty now, you wouldn’t even believe how hot I am under here.” Matt can hear Spider-Man chuckling now and shaking his head, and he hears Moonknight mumble about what a lie that was.

“Oh really? Well, secret identities be damned, let’s get a peek at that face huh?” You laugh, and Matt hears the rustling of Fabric as Wade pulls off his mask. He can hear Danny hiss and feel Luke cringe as Wade’s face is revealed. He notes with pride that you never flinch.

“Oh god, Ha! You look like an Orc’s terrible premature love child with the corpse of Ryan Reynolds.” You laugh for a second, then stop when you realize Wade is staring at you slack jawed. “Oh! I’m sorry was that rud-“ you begin to fret, but Wade cyst you off with a boisterous laugh of his own.

“That is the funniest shit I’ve heard all day.”

You and Wade kept up the conversation, while the others began to clean up and categorize evidence. When it came to Vampires and the supernatural, the police were no help so the whole of Justice squarely rests on those who had the power to handle it. They were all biding their time and waiting on their hostage, they had officially gotten everything squared away, Spider-Man had called SHEILD to dispose of the Vampires, and now they sat in comfortable conversation, waiting for backup. When Matt began to hear their hostage stir, he alerted the others, and then they Started bickering over who should do what. It was getting pretty heated until you spoke with a finality that meant business.

“No! Webs can take me home, Moonknight and DD can handle the interrogation, Deadpool and Iron Fist can wipe out any stragglers (because I’m pretty sure some of them are playing dead.), Jess and Luke can handle shield, and then the spiderling can swing back here to help you finish the mission.” Your instructions were met with whining and protest (except for Matt, who knew better than to argue when you meant business), but you weren’t having it. “Oh! I’m fucking sorry, did I ask for all the whining? Or are you all a big group of superpower wielding toddlers!?” You snapped and everyone looked either impressed or properly chastened.

“No you’re right.”

“I guess we can-”

“I’ll get to use my holy water after all!” Came the murmur of replies.

“Good, now hop to it. Take me home spider boy!” You reach your arms out to Peter and he swings you up and out of the building leaving the rest of the hero’s to their own devices. About forty five minutes later, Peter comes back as they plan out what to do about the rest of the vampire problem, and what next steps need to be taken to solve it. All in all, it takes about two hours for Matt to make his way back to you, and when he does, you’re fast asleep. The shield agents reassured him that you just needed to sleep off whatever they gave you, and his other vigilante associates all complimented him on having an amazing girlfriend. His chest was swelling with Pride over how well you took things, and how much they admired you. You truly were an amazing woman.

You were sleeping so peacefully, Matt almost elected to take the couch so he wouldn’t risk waking you. He changed, and decided you would be more mad if he didn’t come to bed. He slips in next to you and preens when you wrap an arm around his waist and sling a leg over his hips. He nuzzles into your hair and cuddles you close, grinning at how wonderful you are to be lying there next to him. “Hi Angel, you ok?”

“Yeah Matty, ‘m fine. Just sleepy s’all.” You yawn so hard your eyes water, and Matt ‘awes’ placing a soft kiss to your crown.

“Well I’d say so, it’s not easy being Robin.” He huffs a laugh and you kiss him just below his collar bone.

“Oh yeah, I’m tough shit, might just graduate to Nightwing.” You mumble.

“Sure, sweetheart, whatever you want.” Then you mumble something into his chest he doesn’t quite catch, and he asks you to repeat yourself.

“Nah, I’ll stay Robin, I could never ditch my Batman, I love him too much.” Matt’s heart swells to bursting and he almost tears up at the weirdly sweet sentiment.

“I love you too Robin, I love you too.”

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hibiscusbiue · 10 months

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usm karaoke but they* all sing just dance lady gaga and it’s like a music video

* sam alexander, peter parker, ava ayala, danny rand & luke cage

#i’ve been imagining this in my head for the past. counts on my fingers #week #IM SORRY JUST IMAGINGIN TJEM DOING LITTLE JAMS OM YHE JUST DANCE BIT OF THE SOMG #DO YOU GUYS SEE MY VIsion #ultimate spider-man #ultimate spider man #ultimate spiderman #spider man #ultimate spider man sam alexander #ultimate spider man peter parker #ultimate spider man ava ayala #ultimate spider man danny rand #ultimate spider man luke cage

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age-of-moonknight · 2 years

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“Hero for Hire,” Marvel Knights (Vol. 1/2000), #11.

Writer: Chuck Dixon; Penciler: Ed Barreto; Inker: Nelsom DeCastro; Colorist: Dave Kemp; Letterer: Richard Starkings and Jason Levine

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stackthedeck · 2 years

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Rewatching ultimate Spider-Man for that sweet sweet nostalgia and oh my god I have context for who these characters are now THEY MADE SPIDER MAN GO TO HIGH SCHOOL WITH LUKE CAGE AND DANNY RAND but that’s like only half of the Manhattan defenders were the producers of this show like “yeah we can sand off the edges of these two but there’s no way we can make daredevil or Jessica Jones kid friendly, ehh it’s just a kid show no one will notice we only borrowed half the team”

But I noticed

#btw they put Deadpool in this show #but not luke cage’s comic book wife??#imagine if there was an episode that was just Danny and luke #and they run into a bad ass blind kid that’s going to Catholic school and some angst chick that punches way too hard at some private school #‘director fury I think we should recruit them to the team’#‘no boys their origin story isn’t finished yet’#this show is so bad I love it

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too-deviant · 2 months

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mdni 🃏

family friend!luke is back and this time we’re on vacation!

acting blissfully indifferent when your parents announce the joint family vacation they had planned with luke’s family.

spending the drive to the airport, the flight, the coach to the hotel, and the entire first night there in your own head, letting your imagination run itself wild.

being painfully reminded that it was a family vacation, and it would be harder to get yourself alone with luke than you’d originally imagined.

finally losing your patience and cornering him outside the restrooms at the hotels outdoor pool. seizing him by the wrist, dragging him behind the building, and letting him finger fuck you against the wall — the concrete hot from the sun and burning into your back like your desire.

but now you’ve had a taste, you only want more.

so you leave dinner early that night, feeling tired and jet lagged. luke walks you back.

you don’t have a lot of time, so you’re shoving luke onto the bed and pulling his cock out of his pants before the door has even had the chance to fall shut. the click of the handle stifles his groan when you shove him into your mouth — one hand fisting his dick, the other running sweet circles on your clit through your underwear.

you live off quiet quickies for the next three days until finally — as if by some divine intervention — your own parents leave for a date night, may takes annabeth to a disney show your hotel was putting on, and you and luke are alone.

you turn on a movie, to be polite. but it isn’t long before he’s yanking at your ankle and crawling up your body, putting his mouth to yours fervently and pressing you into the couch cushions. your board shorts are discarded somewhere across the room and luke’s trunks are gone in a flash — his cock hard and ready, precum leaking from his beautiful red tip.

he humps against your panties for a brief moment, but then he’s pushing them aside and burying himself inside of you. you both moan at the feeling of him filling you up, and he takes one singular breath before beginning to piston roughly.

no time for dirty talk, no time to think. just his cock, your cunt — and the indescribable pleasure the two of them together create.

your legs are around his waist, over his shoulder, spread wide on either side, putting pressure on your hips. his hands are caging you in, feeling you all over, rubbing your soft spots and kneading your tits.

he moans in your ear, bites at your collar bones. you yank on his curls, scratch on his arms and back. you’re both dazed and drunk on each other, no thoughts processed, no words exchanged.

you sit in silence for a while after you’re done. he’s inside you, breathless and utterly still on top of you. your left leg rests over the side of the couch and your right hangs limply off the end. you were certain that you couldn’t muster up the energy to move even if you heard your parents coming back.

best vacation ever.

#luke castellan #luke castellan smut #luke castellan x reader #pjo

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lina-lovebug · 2 months

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Also plz send requests

I do majority of the characters but since I'm re-watching I might need to do some research.

#usm x reader #ultimate spiderman #ultimate spiderman x reader #ultimate spiderman imagine #iron fist x reader #nova marvel #spiderman imagine #white tiger x reader #luke cage

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Imagine having heating powers, and using that to your advantage when Luke Cage, comes over.

Second date, and god almighty, you were ready to go all the way. When you had your first one in a restaurant, you were thinking that Luke looked more delicious than anything that had been on the menu. So you took that leap and you invited him over for dinner, at your apartment. Just the two of you. Alone. And wasn’t he just acting like the perfect gentleman? He ate every bite of what you made. He offered to help with the dishes, rinsing off his plate before putting it in the dishwasher. He said that the movie choice was up to you, but he’d still give opinions, and options, and not just grumbled ‘whatever you want’ unenthusiastically like other guys. And most chivalrous of all - his hands weren’t wandering. Which was a damn disappointment.

There could be something that could be done about that though.

Mutants. They got a bad reputation. People with powers always messing things up. Luke knew all about that, which was why you hadn’t yet let him in on the fact that you were one. That was a third date conversation. It wasn’t an obvious one, not one that you wore on your skin. But one that you could exude. A heat. A fire, if you wanted, but burning down your building was not your intention. You started letting off that heat, letting it fill the apartment. “Sorry, my air conditioner broke,” You said as innocently as possible.

“You want any help fixing it?” He asked, being the perfect guy that he was. Damn. That was too smooth. You were thinking of an excuse now - one that didn’t have to do with you destroying your air conditioner - when he stood up and started to remove his shirt. His jacket had already been on the back of the dining room chair for an hour now, and there was nothing left under this last layer. Nothing but that dark skin, the wide chest, the tone in his belly, those biceps, thank you lord above for all of this man. “You don’t mind, do you?” He asked.

“Not at all,” You said, admiring what you saw. This was exactly what you wanted. He was delivering. “You can uhh - take off those pants too. If you get too hot, I mean. I don’t mind at all.”

He smirked a little at that. White teeth between a perfectly groomed goatee. “Yeah? We’ll just have to see how hot it can get.”

“Oh, I bring the fire baby,” You promised. “I bring the heat.”

Requested by: Anonymous

#Luke Cage #Luke Cage x reader #Luke Cage imagines #Marvel #Marvel imagines #x reader #imagines #lukec #request

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lady-ashfade · 3 months

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My Girl

Day 1 of celebration marathon

Dark!yan!luke castellan x reader.

-£ask: yandere luke castellan please !!!

-£ warnings: short, yandere slightly harming darling, dark yandere behavior, killing, blood, yandere being scary.

“Don’t go to far.”

everyday you heard those words from your boyfriend and every day you ended up back in his arms without trying. you had freedom, you had friends, you were safe and kept dry and warm. all thanks to him, without him you’d be alone and unhappy or dead, so could you blame him for staying so close to you? there was one thing the campers saw when they looked at you and that was his girl.

his arm stayed glued to your waist as soon as you left your cabin as he stayed behind or beside you like a guard dog. but did you really have freedom, is that what he called it? you were a bird kept in a cage that belonged to him. hanging out with your friends wasn’t enough for you to feel alone, knowing he was close and looking after you. he never truly let you be.

the face he put on to the public wasn’t the truth and behind closed doors you saw the ugly side of it when you acted out. the way he’d grabbed at your skin leaving bruises, him holding you close to him whenever you both walked around. you wanted him gone and you wanted the boy you met a long time ago to return but you had no luck.

“don’t cry,” his thumb stroked your cheeks while tears spilled from your pretty eyes. “no one will care about him,” you cried farther as you imagined the boy talking to you hours ago. the image of him bloody and looking at you with begging eyes as your boyfriend stood over him. the woods at night were dark and scary without any harpies in sight.

“but- you killed him.” you grieved the lose of the kid. this wasn’t the first time and you knew that, too many kids disappeared and each time luke changed the topic but you saw the proud look in his eyes.

“so you cared for him?” the soft touch on your cheeks left as he grabbed your jaw and forced your head up to look at him. your closed eyes opened as a pained whimper left your soft lips. “wasting your tears on someone who doesn’t deserve it,” he clicked his tongue.

you shook your head again and placed your hands on his chest knowing he liked the contact of your hands on him. you sniffed, “only care for you.” your voice so broken and shaky. his hold left and he leaned down to kiss your forehead while wrapped his arms around your waist to keep you close. the switch up in his mood was unsettling knowing one minute he’s nice and then next he could go on a killing spree.

“just crying because of the blood, aren’t you darling? such a little thing can’t handle anything,” he belittled you in the stupid voice of his. “that’s why I’m here. I’ll keep you safe and will always do so, and that boy was a pest in my side.” His voice got deeper and strained.

“Now what do you say?” his asked. his fingernails digs into your hip making you stand up straight and hold him closer, dispute wanting to get as far away from him as possible.

“Thank you..”

Taglist: @maria699669

#Percy Jackson x reader #yandere percy jackson x reader #yandere luke castellan #yandere luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #yandere x reader

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luciaramosc · 3 months

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⁎⁺˳✧༚ king of my heart

pairing: luke castellan x afab!reader

warnings: major fluff, kissing, pre tlt, just some sweet stuff to read on a wednesday night

word count: 434 words

an: reader’s claimed, but it’s not specified so you can imagine them as whatever demigod works for you 😘 also! this is my first time posting my work so lmk if it sucks ass 😋

“Luke, stop!” Her voice squeaked out in a delicate hymn that graced his ears, the apples of her cheeks illuminated under the moon’s light. Luke, in the midst of his relentless attack on her sides, let out a chuckle that thundered within his chest as he wrapped his arms around her frame. He pulled her into his embrace as his features lit up, the corner’s of his eyes crinkled as his lips tugged into a smile.

The warmth from his frame radiated into her rib cage as the cool night air bit at their skin. The dense forest surrounding them did not do much in helping them remain warm, but there hadn’t been much to complain about when they were tangled in each other’s arms. “What’s got you acting up like this? Didn’t see me enough today?” She tilted her head up to look into his hickory eyes, a smirk quirking at her lips as she teased him.

“We can call it that, baby,” A heat rushed into his cheeks as he was brought to look at her eyes, the rich color drowning out any thoughts in his mind. He turned her body around to face him, moving his hand to lift her chin up. “Just missed you, is all.” His fingers delicately rested on her chin, whispering his words on her lips. “What, is it a crime to miss my girlfriend now?” A cocky grin graced his features.

“Oh shut up, Castellan,” she uttered before bringing his face down to meet hers, both their eyes fluttering shut at the domestic buzz between them. Her fingers trailed up and wrapped themselves gently in his curls as one of his hands held onto the soft plush of her hip, the other resting on the small of her back. She felt his lips split into a smile against her own, and it only made pulling apart from him that much harder.

Her eyes flickered and peered up at Luke, and she was met with an eyes of adoration looking down at her. She pressed another quick peck on Luke’s soft lips, eliciting sweet smiles from the two of them. Her eyebrow furrows as she quips a brief, “Race you to the lake?”

In an instant, Luke’s smile turns into a smirk at the sight of a friendly competition. “Only if I’m the one winning!” Upon his response, she’s quick on her feet, attempting and failing to beat her boyfriend to the lake’s shore. As the stars continue to twinkle above them, the lake’s edge is met with the sound of waves crashing and lover’s laughter.

hope you guys enjoyed this little drabble i thought of during the dark ages (i was sick and unhinged). lmk if you guys want a part two of them at the lake🙈

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Play Ball | Jack Hughes & Trevor Zegras

summary: when quinn leaves his best friend with his brother and his best friend what’s the worst that could happen?

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, threesome, p in v (unprotected), oral (both fem and m receiving), swearing, degradation.

word count: 2.55k

authors note: truly this is the first time I am taking the blame for the chaos that ensued in this piece. Truly I have no words but, enjoy.

It seemed like the boys were oblivious to the fact that you what they were doing.

Jack and Trevor watched as you soaked in the sun.

Your little bikini that honestly made it seem like you may as well have not been wearing anything. Headphones plugged into your ears playing Taylor Swift as you tapped your fingers on the grass beside you.

The boys had been playing football and all of a sudden the game got a whole lot less interesting when they saw you laying on that towel.

Trevor had noticed you first but it was Jack who made the move. The football landed up at your side causing you to open your eyes “pass the ball.” Jack smiled as you looked at him.

His hands angled to catch the ball “I don’t play J,” you had tried playing with Quinn before and it always ended up wrong.

Your words made Jack laugh “c’mon I’ll teach you.” He held his hand out to help you up.

Quinn and Luke had gone into town leaving you three at the house “how hard could this be?” You sighed taking the ball from his hand.

For the first twelve minutes you actually held your own ground. But of course that was only going to last for so long.

Before you knew it you were brought down to the grass with Jack caging his arms around you “I should get back to Trev.” He mumbled as his chain hit your chin.

Your breath wavered as he stared down at you “don’t-” you mumbled trying to stop him as you ran your fingers up his torso. The two of you stayed still until you eventually made the move.

It seemed that years of him pining over you was finally going to pay off as your lips locked with his “did I walk in on something?” Trevor cleared his throat as Jack turned his head.

Your cheeks turned pink as you two had been caught “n-no you didn’t.” You gasped as Jacks lips dropped to your neck ever so lightly teasing the skin.

Trevor smirked as he walked closer to you both “I’m starting to feel a little left out.” The Ducks player watched his friend get up leaving you on the grass as they stared at you.

Eyes so strong it pressed into your soul as you propped yourself up onto your elbows “it’s not like that.” You shook your head “so you don’t think about us like that?” Jack smirked as they watched your thighs clench.

Trevor added on to what he had said “like you don’t get off to us in the shower?” His tongue ran over his lip as your face dropped “yeah we’ve heard that.” Being in the house with the boys at the end of three weeks without any sexual interaction you were at your wits end with it all.

So the hot and steamy shower was your place to get some pleasure “it was a one time thing.” You were quiet as your voice was barely a whisper “so if I felt your pretty little swim bottoms they wouldn’t be wet?” Jack helped you up yet you still weren’t looking at them.

Trevor’s fingers ran up your arm “answer the question.” His tone were soft but his words were serious.

All you could do was nod “Quinn can’t-” you shook your head as Jack’s thumb dragged along your jaw forcing you to look up at him “he won’t.” His lips kissed your lips again “we won’t say a word.” Trevor added as Jack let his hands rest on your cheeks.

Jack smiled “say the word and we’ll move this inside.” His offer was one that had you moving your legs quicker than either boy could imagine.

The three of you stood in the room that the two boys were sharing “I need you.” You whined as Trevor let his fingers pull at the string of your bikini bottoms “been waiting to get you of these.” He groaned as he threw them to the floor leaving you in your bikini top.

The middle Hughes boy wrapped his hand around his cock as he watched you with his friend “what do you think Quinn would say about this?” Your long time best friend who thought you were busy sunbathing would have lost it if he knew you were instead with his brother and friend.

You groaned seeing Jack “I want your cock.” You blurted out making him smirk “you’re gonna have to wait for it baby.” Trevor spun you around causing your face to land in the comforter beneath you.

Your hands pushed your upper body off of the duvet “god you are soaked.” He groaned licking a line up your slit “shit!” As your mouth went open Jack let his cock slide into it giving you what you wanted.

His hands locked into your hair as both boys made themselves comfortable with Trevor now settling between your thighs “this what you been thinking bout in the shower?” Jack smirked as your head bobbed when your tongue swirled around his cock.

You nodded as your hands grabbed at Jack’s sides steadying you “so good.” Your whine came out muffled as most of it was swallowed by his opportunity to let his cock slide deeper into your mouth.

Trevor’s tongue was focusing on your cunt but his nose continued to hit your clit as your rode his face “such a sweet cunt.” His words sent shivers up your spine making you moan around Jack’s cock.

The room felt dirty as it soaked in the sounds of a secret that would make memories of a life time. Your throat occasionally constricted around the boy sending him into a plethora of pleasure making him look down at you through hooded eyes “you’re so good my girl.” He cooed causing your cunt to clench around his best friends tongue.

The ducks player form beneath you smirked “she likes it when your praise her like that.” Trevor confessed shifting his attention up to your clit for a bit making your thighs shake from around his head.

Despite how vulnerable you were sitting there riding one guys face as his hands wrapped around your thighs whilst his best friend had his cock shoved down your throat. Yet you felt exhilarating “used to think you were such an innocent girl.” Jack’s words pulled you out of your thoughts as you looked up at him through your wet eyes with now gloopy mascara.

He smiled, not one that you had seen before but rather one that held a hidden meaning behind it so of course you didn’t know how Jack was picturing his cock in your cunt instead of Trevor’s tongue.

That it was he who was making you moan like that “but here you are as a dirty little slut for us both.” Jack was close and he could tell that the way you were driving your hips against Trevor’s face were not just for your own amusement as you now made the effort to hit your clit with his nose more frequently.

As the younger boys hands tightened around your hair like you didn’t think possible you cried out in pleasure as Trevor made you feel a mind numbing orgasm “don’t stop baby.” Jack groaned watching as you stuck your tongue out flat when he pulled his cock out of your mouth.

The gesture as small as it seemed made him smirk “god you’re so dirty.” He cooed as his release landed on your tongue with only a few drops landing on the sides of your face “let me clean that up.” Jack offered with a smile as his thumb dragged over your skin capturing every last drop before he brought the digit to your mouth.

“Suck on it like a good girl f’me.”

His order rang through your ears as you obliged letting his finger replace where his cock once was less than a minute ago. You sucked just the same as you had with the previous item and it made Jack weak in the knees “I need her pussy.” Now that comment was clearly directed to Trevor but it made you smirk as you let go of Jacks finger with a pop “come and get it.” You knew you were playing with fire there.

And that was why you weren’t surprised when you landed up with Jack behind you gracefully lining his cock up with your soaked cunt as Trevor was in front of you pressing his lips against your skin “please Jack.” You whined feeling only the tip of his dick slide in.

It made the Ducks player nip at your collarbone “somehow you’re still so fucking needy after all we’ve given you.” His words were condescending as his attention focused on your neck.

Jack however was there to soothe your nerves “we make her like that Z, let’s enjoy it.” Jack managed to turn your head so you could kiss him and in that moment he took the opportunity to bottom you out.

His cock was different to what you were used to, thicker yet it still managed to keep its length “holy shit J.” You swore as your torso would have fallen forward if it wasn’t for Trevor being there to stop you.

The older boy smirked as you locked eyes with him “I would usually want to tease you.” Trevor’s voice filled you with anticipation as his breath fanned against your skin letting him kiss the shell of your ear.

Jack watched on as he felt himself grow green with envy at how you soaked up Trevor’s words “but right now I need those pretty little lips around my cock.” You could spend hours with Trevor arguing about the ins and outs of society, yet here was one argument you were willing to let him win.

So you nodded lowering your head also giving both boys a moment to finally look at each other. What was originally meant to be a moment between to bros or shall I say fellas.

Had now turned into a competition of who could make you feel the best. Yet with the whimpers coming out of Trevor’s mouth as he watched you drag your tongue across his chiseled abs made it seem like you had joined in on this competition too.

But Jacks hand that was swiftly brought down to your ass reminded you of where you stood in this “don’t go teasing him now princess.” Jack clicked his tongue “not when you wouldn’t want me to do that to you.” Those words made you turn your head to him “sorry Jacky.” Your lips formed a pout.

Yet that wasn’t enough for him “say it to him.” Jack motioned to his friend who looked at you with a smile “sorry Z.” Your words were soft yet clearly heard as his hand caressed your cheek “‘ts okay.” Trevor nodded watching to praise the heavens as you finally wrapped your swollen lips around his achingly sore cock.

The Devils player had already established a comfortable pace as your cunt had adjusted to his size meaning that your were able to focus on the boy in front of you “this cunt was made for me.” Jack’s words made you purr sending vibrations through Trevor.

The Hughes boy let his hand find its place on your already swollen clit “think the boys might be home soon.” The truth was that they had been gone for a while now so as much as both of these boys loved the sound of you gagging on Trevor. And your cunt squelching as Jack forced his bare cock deeper into your pussy making you both enjoy the intimate moment, you all knew you would have to get a move on if you didn’t want to get caught.

Whilst the idea would have formed a pool in your panties, this was no sight for your best friend to walk in on “dude this mouth is-” Trevor cut himself off with a groan as he realised that all of his ideas of you being innocent were thrown out of the window with how skilled your mouth was.

How it was warm and wet enough that it could as well have been your cunt with the way you sucked his cock dry “perfect place for a guy to finish.” Jack’s words were in agreement as he tried to act like he wasn’t in a state of bliss “keep clenching that pretty pussy of yours around me.” The sounds of slapping skin echoed from the walls acting like an enforcement to maintain the level of pleasure that you were all feeling.

Trevor had began fucking your face at one point as he knew that he was close to coming and it was clearly meant to leave your throat raw tomorrow “I’m going to fucking-shit baby!” His hands pulled at your hair as he kept your nose flushed against his torso as he felt your throat swallow his release.

From behind you the scene wasn’t nearly as calm “play with those pretty breasts of hers.” Jack ordered bringing his friend back down from his orgasm as Jack used his free hand to bring your back to his chest.

Your clit was puffy as his fingers hadn’t let up on the sensitive nub “please.” You cried out feeling the coil in your stomach.

Trevor ran his finger over your lip “look at our pretty little baby.” He cooed bringing his lips to your nipple.

The peaked bud hardened as it felt his tongue come into contact with it “she isn’t far now.” Jack could sense you were about to go but neither boy would let you.

Not yet.

Your brain grew clouded as Trevor used his other hand in your free nipple to apply for both sides to feel pleasure “I’m gonna come.” You announced feeling your eyes flutter as Jacks cock throbbed from between your legs.

It made him click his tongue “not so fast.” He licked the shell of your ear “beg for it.” His words carried into your ear and down to your cunt.

You whined in response “try again.” Jack shook his head “please Jack, let me come.” You pleaded as your legs began to shake.

Trevor’s curls raked through your fingers “I’ll be here just for you two however you want if you let me come.” It was clear you only had so much in you.

Finally Jack gave you the words that you wanted to hear “go milk my cock with that pretty little pussy of yours so I can full you with my come.” The kiss he pressed against your neck sent you into overdrive.

Your eyes screwed shut as stars covered your eye lights “god don’t stop!” You cried out making Jack come too “wasn’t planning on it princess.” He let out a grunt as his cock release it’s hot sticky ropes into your cunt making it mix with your previous release when Jack fucked you through your orgasm “enough please.” You begged shaking your head as Trevor moved his lips to your other nipple.

It made the boy laugh “look at you thinking you had a say.” Jack smirked until you heard a noise echo upstairs “we’re home!”

“get her clothes.”

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Can I get something Aegon x Velaryon(Strong) reader where she is his betroth but when he wears the crown she takes side with her mother. Rhaenyra annuls the betrothal and betrothes reader with Cregan Stark. Reader goes to Storm’s End with Luke to gain support. Well the rest is like in the show but Aemond takes her to King’s Landing forcefully after he kills her brother and when Aegon learns she’s betrothed with Cregan he weds her and makes her his queen no matter how much she resist. If you are uncomfortable you don’t have to make it yandere or dobcon/noncon. There can be smut or something else it doesn’t matter. I trust your imagination. I really love your Aegon x Velaryon(Strong) reader theme. There is no enough content in Tumblr about Aegon x niece!reader. Most Aegon contents are about Aegon x sister!reader and those contents doesn’t fulfill my thirst for enemies to lovers plot.

I love it! Enemies to lovers just hits different. But I feel they’re more like frienemies to start. Aegon definitely pulled her hair as a kid and if anyone hurt her (besides him) may the gods give them rest lmao. Let’s get into it 💜

Storm’s End

Aegon x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader

Warning: Targcest, Yandere!Aegon, dark subject matter, mentions of sex, themes of non/dubcon.

Storm’s End. Not a place Aegon’s given much thought to, until now.

Storm’s End. Where the new ruling King sends his brother, Aemond, to retrieve what is his. His half sister’s sweet daughter, Y/N.

Not so long ago they had been betrothed. Before Viserys died and any semblance of ‘family’ shattered. Y/N chose her mother, because she always did.

‘I am no more or less than a vessel tossed about to create the illusion of peace. As my mother’s eldest child, I go willingly, to protect that which come after me.’

That’s what she’d told him. So it came as no surprise when Aegon learned Rhaenyra had betrothed Y/N to Cregan Stark instead. It stung a bit at first, Y/N was the only person he’d bothered getting to know. Unlike his family, affections for him were not guaranteed. Unlike the whores from the pleasure house, she was not required to give him time of day; only to wed him and bear his heirs.

It is no secret that Aegon is intrigued by the Princess. He spent most of his days imagining where she would fit into his life, what their children would look like, how his cock would feel stuffed inside every hole she had. Perhaps it was wrong, perverse at the very least. But so long as she was his no one could stop it. No one would dare.

When word comes that Rhaenyra’s camp has begun flying about the realm, trying to steal his throne, Aegon sees his opportunity and he seizes it. But from the sound of his future Queen, all but growling like a caged animal, something must have gone amiss.

Aemond enters the room, with Y/N kicking and swinging at him, as they go.

“Get your hands off me, you fucking traitor.” Y/N demands, tossing her head back against Aemond with enough force to dislodge his nose.

“Quiet, bastard!” He seethes, shoving her toward his brother to tend his bleeding.

“I told you I wanted her unharmed.” Aegon rushes to Y/N, taking her around the waist. Partly to comfort, mostly to restrain. Her dark hair falls carelessly about her, escaping from the braid trailing down her back. Her cheeks stained with tears, nose running unabashedly. She is inconsolable.

“She did not come easy.” Aemond informs him, through gritted teeth.

“I wouldn’t go anywhere with you, murderer!” Y/N jerks in his arms, lunging for Aemond as best she can.

“What’s she on about?” Aegon demands, attempting to gentle her to no avail.

“He killed my brother.” Y/N wails, the words wrenching from her throat in an inhuman manner.

“Lucerys owed me a debt.” Aemond half smirks.

“He was a baby.” Y/N cries, “he was just a little boy.”

“Leave us,” Aegon commands.

Aemond nods, clearing the room with the other occupants, until only the King and his Queen remain.

Y/N continues to fight against Aegon, wrestling him to the ground.

“Stop it,” Aegon huffs. His body lying over hers, restraining her hands with his own.

Y/N rears back, spitting in his face.

“Oh my dearest love,” he chuckles, “I’ve missed you too.”

Y/N clunks the back of her skull into the stone floor of the throne room. “Kill me,” she pleads, “do it and be done with it.”

“Shhh,” Aegon frowns, “I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to make you my Queen.”

“No,” she shakes her head.

“Wed you in the tradition of our house and Old Valyria, bind our blood forever. Fuck you full of my children. Tear the Seven Kingdoms apart and rebuild them in your image.”

Y/N lets out a sob. “Please, Aegon. Let me go. I won’t tell anyone. I’ll say you helped me escape.”

Aegon click his tongue at her. Leaning down to her ear, “if I can’t have you, no one will.”

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However improper, Aegon is the one to prepare her for their ceremony. Trickling warm water from the bath over the delicate features of her face.

“Lean up, I’ll wash your hair.” Aegon taps her chin with his forefinger.

Y/N shifts forward, curling in on herself, knees to chest. Arms wrapped tightly around them. “Why are you doing this, Aegon.” Her voice is tired, drained as her body.

It isn’t love, it’s too dark, too selfish, too one sided. It isn’t lust, for he wants more than her body. He hungers for her mind, her soul, to become one in every way. Thoughts of her are all consuming. “Because you’re mine.”

“I’m nothing special. Plain featured bastard at best, by all accounts of your mother.”

“I do not find you plain.” Aegon dampens her locks, smoothing through knotted pieces with his fingers. The dark hair he’s yearned to stroke softly in comfortable silence, to brush sweat damp from her skin as he fucks her.

Y/N peers over at him slowly. Here she has the King on his knees, tending her like a prized possession. She would have married him willingly, in another life. She would have loved him. Instead he chose the crown over her. And she chose her mother over him.

He washes and dries her with a devotion Y/N has never known. Helping her dress in the customary gown.

She is not allowed to leave his side until they are wed before the eyes of thousands. Sliding the blade of her late grandsire’s knife over her palm, pressing it to Aegon’s. Allowing their blood to mingle, seeping into the gauntlet between them.

Y/N feels nothing, not the bite of the blade. Nor the split of her lip, the cool metal of her crown. She is Queen. Traitor to her poor mother who has lost her son. Does she know? Y/N wonders as Aegon reels her in for a kiss. Lapping at the cut on her bottom lip, which matches his own. Does my mother know I’ve betrayed her?

Y/N was always meant to be Queen, one day when Rhaenyra was cold and in her grave. Not now, as she lives and breathes. Does she think I’m dead too?

The bedding ceremony is customary. Y/N goes quietly, draping herself dutifully over the mattress, praying that Aegon is quick about it.

Perhaps he does love her with all the pieces of his decrepit heart. Perhaps she does love him with the fragments of her own. But does it truly matter if this is all they have to show for it? Put on display for the small council as they make love for the first time. To breed children who will feed back and repeat the same jaded cycle.

The sound this thought wretches from Y/N causes Aegon to falter and uncomfortable shifting in the viewing gallery. “I am sorry, sweet girl.” He squeezes her fingers in his.

Had he always been holding her hand?

A lifetime passes in that room and yet no time at all. When it is done the crowd clears; they are alone. Y/N cries, Aegon does too.

If only she and Luce had been sent elsewhere that day. Anywhere but Storm’s End.

“I’m going to get you out of here.” Aegon whispers, stroking her hair with an affection he shouldn’t be capable of. “We’re going to steal away on a ship, sail away, never to return.”

Y/N curls her fist against his chest. “Why would you do that for me?”

“I never wanted this,” he breathes. Not the crown, not the stupid chair. “I wanted you.”

Cregan Stark might have been nice. He might have been a better ally to their cause. In time, he might have come to care for her. But Cregan wouldn’t scour the narrow sea in search of her. Aegon would.

Part 2

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