#fluffy matt murdock
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| stitches |
summary | matt cleans you up after you’re injured trying to help someone.
pairing | matt murdock x fem!reader (female body parts mentioned)
wc | ~1800
warnings | cursing, hurt reader, nudity but not sexual, mentions of bruising, fighting, weapon (knife), injuries, and blood.
a/n | hi all! I love the ‘stitching up the one you love’ trope. Matt obviously fits that bill - but uno reverse baby. It’s reader who needs the fixing. Also this is my 1st time writing for Matt so I hope it’s alright (established relationship btw)
dividers by @/firefly-graphics <3
Your body gave out the moment his apartment door swung open.
Your knees buckled, hands bracing your fall as you splayed out on the hardwood floors. Coughs riddled your body as the tight, squeezing pressure in your chest made it hard to breathe.
Ribs were broken, you could feel it. Blood soaked through your plain clothes from the gash on your side. Hopefully, this was nothing more than just a busted rib, a cut, and some bruising.
You could handle that. It’s what you’d mend for your boyfriend when he’d come home injured from fighting.
Anything else and you’d need help.
“M-Matt?” your voice merely whispers in the dark.
The place was silent. Not an echo of life beyond that door. No bare feet shuffling on floorboards or a hum of the shower running.
Right, he wasn't home.
With a deflated groan, you managed to get back onto your feet.
He was at the bar with Foggy and Karen where you should’ve been too. But like your boyfriend Matt Murdock, you were a bit stubborn.
It was dumb that you went out tonight when you felt like shit. It was even dumber that you went out after saying you’d stay home and rest. Your loving boyfriend left his place with every intention you’d still be in one piece when he returned.
—
“I’ll pick up some soup from that diner on 9th and west 46th street. What’s it called again?”
“No, no.” You hushed him with a soft touch against his thigh. He was nearly crushing you from how close he sat down on the bed. It made you feel loved and wanted with him so close. And you loved it.
He hovered over you, brown eyes focused on your groggy expression. “Are you sure?”
“I’m sure. I’ll shower and get some sleep. Go meet Foggy and Karen,” you ran your fingers up to the callous hand now resting against your cheek.
He smiled. “I can stay. I’ll take care of you. I want to.”
“I’ll be fine. Go have fun, baby.”
—
Fuck. You were really regretting going out.
It was pitch black in his apartment, with only the neon glow of billboards outside to illuminate the space. You limped out of the entry hallway and to the bathroom.
The moment you shuffled inside, everything happened fast. You were in the shower. Water ran over your sensitive skin, soaking through your ruined clothes. A mewling groan escaped your lips.
You sat hopelessly under the constant water pressure. Streaks of crimson bled out from worn out clothes.
In the end, you knew that you needed to rest more than anything and this shower wouldn’t do much else but wash away the evidence.
“Shit,” you cursed as the gash on your side stung. Yet the idea of moving from this shower seemed like an impossible task.
You winced as you tried to tug your pants down. But like honey on skin, the fabric clung to your body, soaked from the shower. It was like cement. You whined like a helpless child.
The pain was excruciating but it was worth it. When you snuck out of the apartment, keys dangling from your loose fingertips with the intention of grabbing that quart of soup Matt mentioned, you never thought Matt’s martial arts sessions would be used.
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In the dark alley you saw a young mother yanking her purse away from a lanky man, screaming for help. Never mind the throbbing migraine or the fear crawling up your spine. What if he has a gun? You acted and went straight for his knee. He buckled.
Then he hit you. You struck back. He kicked and his heel slammed into your chest. Then a flash of silver. A knife.
You felt the searing pain but kept moving. He kicked but so did you. Overpowering him with a move Matt showed you, the guy was on the ground, hands raised in surrender.
“A’right! Christ, you crazy bitch! T-take the bag!”
It didn't take much to knock him out after he let go of the bag. You groaned, grasping the purse and your side. His wide blue eyes and scruffy blonde hair were burned into your mind now.
Possibly forever.
The owner of a nearby bodega rushed into the alleyway with his cell, shouting he already called the cops. The mother was grateful and tried to get you to the nearest ER but you dropped your head to the little boy cowering behind the half-full dumpsters.
“It’s okay now. Are you both okay?”
“Yes–”
“Thank you!” The little boy cried before racing to his mother’s side.
—
It was worth it. Helping the mother tonight would be something you will never regret. Even if it hurt like a – you hissed when the water pressure hit your gash. You needed to move faster. Strip these clothes off and throw them out before Matt gets home. He’ll be worried sick about you.
You tugged on the fabric again, biting your split lip as the soggy pants finally slid down your waist and stopped at your knees.
Slowly, piece by piece, you moved the wet clothes down until you were naked on the shower tiles.
“You’re bleeding?”
The sight of your boyfriend was something you’d never forget. He was stiff, his hand gripping the doorframe until his knuckles were white. His chest heaved in and out rapidly.
When did he come in? Hell, it didn’t matter. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. Plus, he could smell the bitter iron scent of blood better than a hound. There wasn't a chance of getting out of this without him knowing.
“You’re bleeding. Fuck. What happened?”
“I’m…okay.”
Usually it’s the other way around with Matt broken and bleeding. But not tonight. And he was petrified.
You tried to sit up, but he was already at the shower door. Matt’s hands were at your hips then up to the gash across your side. You winced.
“Fuck, baby. You’re hurt. I can feel it.” His fingers danced back to the gash, moving softly against the bare skin. Matt was already judging how many stitches he’d have to place.
He was still in his casual work clothes. Sleeves rolled up past his elbows. His glasses were off, revealing those eyes you fell in love with.
“M-Matt–”
“What happened?” He ignored the running water and dove inside the shower. You watched him swivel around your lax frame and plant himself in the reddish stained tile. “Can you stand?”
“I’m sorry.”
Matt frowned. “Don’t be sorry.” He knelt down at your feet, “Can you stand?”
“Um,” you winced, “I’ll try.”
Matt reached up, feeling for the valve, and shut the shower off. Silence settled over the room, coaxing you both into the familiarity of your bodies near one another. He touched your cheek, softly fixing his gaze around your face. You knew he could sense you—feel you.
You lifted up to a seated position. Matt scooped underneath your armpits and helped you to the bedroom.
Immediately, Matt went to work. He knew your body like the back of his hands and he wasted no time in stitching and wrapping your injuries. When he was satisfied with his work, he slid one of his old t-shirts over your body.
“Twelve stitches,” he muttered. “So that means bed rest.”
“Didn’t have to ask me twice—ow.” A light laugh nearly tore open Matt’s handiwork.
Like before he left, he plopped down onto the mattress and hovered above you.
“Your wrist is sprained. Shoulder was badly dislocated, but it should heal in a few weeks. Two…” his fingers and palm ran down to your left side, just under your breast. “Three ribs are fractured.”
“Mmhm. Anything else, doc?”
Those hands that worked miracles seconds earlier clenched into tight fists. “I could have lost you,” he whispered your name. “Please. Please, don’t ever do that again.”
You pulled closer to his warmth. Fingers trailing up and down his dry sweatpants he changed into. “It was stupid, I know.”
“It wasn’t stupid.” He sighed. “I’m glad. I was teaching you how to defend yourself.” He ran those callous fingers up your waist, to the stitched patch of skin. “I just never thought you’d use those lessons to save someone else.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You never have to apologize. I’m not mad, baby.” He brushed your cheek, “I was terrified. I could hear you wheezing and groaning. And the blood? I never wanted you to get hurt.”
He held your face in both hands, skimming his thumbs across your split bottom lip. He recoiled as if he could feel the surging pain coursing through your body.
Matt dipped his head until his forehead rested against yours. “But it could’ve been worse than this.”
“I know.”
He was silent for a moment. As if he was absorbing the situation, Matt kept his calm in the chaos. As always.
“Tell me.” You moved enough back until your body was inches from Matt.
“Tell you what?”
“Tell me what’s going on inside that brain, Matt.”
He exhaled. “You shouldn’t be out there trying to save people.”
It was the silence in the room that felt the heaviest. He was right to be scared and worried. But you weren’t trying to play hero. This was something you had to do. “It was one night,” you murmured. “I got hurt but I’ll be fine.”
“You weren’t fine when I found you.”
“Matt.”
“No,” he crumpled to the bed, his hands flying into his hair. “I can’t lose you. I can’t.”
“I’m not going anywhere. But you have to trust me when I say I’ll be okay. She needed my help and I know you would have done the same. You taught me that.”
He didn’t want to agree. You could see the anguish across his stricken features. The fact was - neither of you should be hurting yourselves to save complete strangers but you do. It might have been your first - and only - night fighting crime, but when someone needs help, the right thing to do is act.
Matt knew that.
“I don’t want you to stop helping people. I just want you to be safe.”
You moved closer as he folded into the mattress, sweeping you into his embrace. He smelled clean, like cinnamon and fresh linen. The smell of beer still lingers on his breath. But you were safe at home in your loving boyfriend’s arms. And that’s all that mattered.
“Promise me you’ll rest if nothing else. You’re in bad shape and I don’t need you walking around trying to fix things—“
“I promise.” You choked on the tears suddenly spilling down your cheeks, “I promise, Matty.”
He lifted his head from your shoulder. Without a word, he kissed your temple and you were nothing but a puddle in his arms.
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a/n: yikes i hope someone enjoyed this lil mess lol :0
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candy necklace
summary: you find a candy necklace and decide to wear it for matt. groping ensues.
pairing: matt murdock x f!reader
words: 2.2k
an: smut (18+, mdni), pwp, fem & afab but no use of pronouns, and no use of y/n, also my first smut ever
based on a tik tok post that has since been deleted </3
cw: sex, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, p in v penetration
Matt had been having a hard time at his job lately. Both jobs. He had papers and folders in the living room messily strewn around him, and dark bruises were peeking out from his lazily rolled-up sleeves. The stress was oozing off of him and permeating the air. It was almost thick with tension, and he felt it suffocating him. His face falls into his hands, and he sighs deeply.
You were going out with your friends tonight, and half of him was disappointed, but half was relieved. He hated it when you saw him like this. When you were gone, you could be carefree and enjoy yourself. And not worry about him.
He heard you rustling in the other room to get dressed. The softest hint of perfume hit him, along with… sugar? His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, distracting him from the weight on his back.
You pad barefoot into the living room, adjusting your necklace so the tie is on the back of your neck.
“Do you want to feel my dress to get an idea of how I look? It’s black.” You walk towards him, smiling. Matt directs his head towards you and returns the smile. You can see the bags under his eyes, and his brown eyes almost light up as he acknowledges you. His tie is fully untied, draping around his neck and down his chest. His disheveled state is admittedly attractive but makes your heart break. You hate seeing him like this, not because he can’t handle it, but because he beats himself up too much while he does. All you wanted was for him to relax and take the night for himself, but you knew after the week’s stress, “taking the night for himself” would mean fighting the criminals of Hell’s Kitchen, not relaxing in bed as you’d want him to. But you had a plan.
Matt stands, places his hands on your shoulders, and starts roaming. He begins at the straps, his coarse fingertips floating across your bare shoulders, causing goosebumps to litter your exposed skin. His hands move down the body of your dress, and he feels your every dip and curve. You bite your lip in anticipation, feeling heat rush between your legs. You watch as Matt runs his tongue across his lips, and you know he can taste it in the air. As his hands reach the hem of your dress, he grabs your ass and smirks.
“Short.”
You hesitantly nod. “I, uh, I’m wearing a necklace too. You should feel it.” You look directly into his eyes and hold your breath. His eyes have darkened, turning from soft and comforting to dark and hungry. He cocks his head and pulls you even closer before raising his hand to your throat. His rough fingers gently trace around your neck, the sensation causing you to sharply inhale, and you swallow under his fingertips. You study his face to try and discern his reaction.
“And what’s this?” He knows. You recognize this face. He’s playing with you.
“It’s… candy.”
“You were going to wear this out?” His eyebrow raises, his lips betraying the slightest hint of amusement. His voice is mostly humorous, but you hear the overt undertones of posessiveness.
You choose not to answer his question. “Do you… want to taste it?”
His hand falls, and your neck immediately feels cold from the absence. He grabs your chin and lifts it to expose your neck, giving him access to your skin and necklace. Your eyes flutter shut in anticipation, and you feel his warm breath hover across you. The pulse between your legs begins to grow, and you place a hand on his chest to ground you.
His nose hits your neck first, almost tickling you, and he wraps his mouth around a candy ring next. It tastes sweet and slightly salty from your skin, and he snakes a hand down to the small of your back for stability. Your heart is pounding, and you shiver from every brush of lips against neck. An almost silent moan parts from your lips, and Matt pulls away.
“It’s sweet.” He smirks and goes in for another, this time latching onto your neck and sucking on both you and the necklace. You gasp, and you feel your knees turn to jelly.
Matt gently pulls you onto the couch, his grip firm on your waist, and you fall into him. You reposition yourself to straddle his waist, and you feel your dress ride up your thighs as his strong hands plant themselves onto your hips. He moves his mouth from your necklace and starts kissing your neck, gently sucking and nibbling on your sensitive points. You moan as he hits the spot on your neck that he knows all too well, and you can’t help yourself. You start grinding your hips down against him, only a few layers between the two of you.
Matt groans, an erection already in his boxer briefs from the taste of you in the air. His hips buck up against you, and his hands begin to roam up and down your dress. One of his hands hovers over the hem of your dress.
“May I?” His voice is breathy and quiet, but you hear the need punctuating his words. Work has been his main priority for the past few weeks, so he’s been pent up for a while. And so have you.
“Please.” You start unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his chest, and you take a second to admire how it rises and falls as his breathing starts to get heavier. He pushes the skirt of your dress up to fully expose everything from your waist down.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so wet for me already.” He rubs a finger over the ever-growing damp spot on your underwear, and you can see him lick his lips and taste the air. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, and you watch as the pupils of his eyes completely blow out. His chest rises as he inhales, breathing your scent in, and he silently curses under his breath as his erection further strains against his pants.
You whine as he starts to rub your clit through your panties, and you are compelled by your body to grind against his hand. He uses his other hand on your waist to guide you through, helping you rock your hips back and forth against him.
“Please, Matt,” you whine.
“Use your words, sweetheart.” His voice is playful, but his words are stern.
“I need you, please, fuck me—I need more.”
His hand instantly moves away, and he flips you onto the couch. The cool leather almost stings against the burning heat of your skin.
“You know, your necklace tasted good, but I know something I would much rather taste all night.” He grins as he moves down your body and slots his head between your thighs. Your hands immediately twist in his hair. The reaction is almost ritualistic after experiencing this bliss so many times before. Matt pulls the waistband of your panties and tugs them down your legs, letting you kick them off from your ankles and fall to the floor. You hungrily watch as he starts to go down on you, as he leaves long strokes with the flat of his tongue. Your head slumps against the arm of the couch as your eyes reflexively slam shut from the pleasure. Matt snakes his tongue inside of you, fully tasting you and your arousal. His nose clumsily nudges against your clit, and he lets out a soft groan as the taste takes over his senses.
“Fuck, Matt…” You let out breathy moans, and your fingers tug at his hair, pulling him closer. He focuses his tongue on your clit again, and he inserts two fingers into you. His fingers are calloused and thick, and you immediately clench around them, eliciting a groan from Matt. His fingers crook and quickly hit the spot inside of you, and your hips buck into his mouth as you moan. He continues voraciously, and all thoughts vanish from your mind. The combination of his fingers, his tongue, and the gentle rumble of his moaning begins to build an orgasm deep inside you.
Matt notices and increases his efforts, fucking you as moans spill out of your reddened lips. You tighten your thighs around his head, and you hear a quiet groan from Matt. If it had been earlier in the night, you might have been concerned you’d hurt or suffocate him, but you can’t think straight.
“Fuck, Matt, I’m close, I’m so close, I–” Your words almost trip on themselves as you say them as the buildup releases, and your muscles start to pulsate around his fingers as you moan his name. He guides you through your orgasm, licking up all of your juices and savoring the taste on his tongue. You gently pull him away and feel arousal building again as you watch him wrap his mouth around his fingers to savor the taste.
“God, you’re so fucking good for me, sweetheart. Taste and feel so damn good,” Matt sighs, rising from his position on his knees.
You move to get on your knees in reciprocity, but he stops you.
“Not tonight, sweetheart. I fucking need you right now.” His voice comes out ragged and hungry. Your taste is heady, and he seems almost drunk on you. He swoops you up into his arms as if you were weightless and carries you to the bed. He’s impatient but ever lovingly gentle, and he peppers kisses along your body as he nearly rips your dress off. He lingers at your throat as he bites another piece of candy off, and you giggle, having almost forgotten the thing that sparked this. You admire Matt as he strips down the rest of his clothing, ogling his gorgeous, toned body.
Matt lets out a sharp hiss as his cock is finally released from its restraints, a bead of precum forming at the tip. You swallow at the sight of it, never having gotten over how big he is.
“Fuck, Matt, baby, I need you,” You whine, already soaking wet again.
“Shh… I know, sweetheart, just one moment.” He climbs onto the bed, his arms framing your face and his legs slot between yours. He slowly slides into you, and you immediately let out a moan.
“Sweetheart, you’re so tight for me,” Matt’s voice is laced with underlying tension as he restrains himself from going too fast, “You just feel so fucking good.”
After a few seconds of adjusting, you gently tap his arm to signal that you’re ready for more, and he fully buries himself into you.
“God, Matt, I need you, please,” You start to shift yourself needily to get any friction. You ache from the overstimulation of your recent release, but the sting of pain mixes with pleasure in a way that just begs you for more.
He immediately responds by moving into a familiar rhythm, angling his hips to hit every spot inside of you, eliciting moans from both of you.
“God, you feel so good, sweetheart,” Matt half-whispers half-moans into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You whine into his ear as a response. You wrap your arms around him, digging your nails into his back, and he relishes the grounding feeling with your name falling from his lips. You were excited to see the marks on his back later, a reminder of tonight and your claim on him.
One of his hands reaches down, and you feel his thumb start to rub your clit. Your body immediately reacts, your muscles tightening around him in a vice-like grip.
“Please, Matt, fuck, your dick feels so good,” you moan, “more, please.”
He responds by fucking you harder, faster. You feel the coil in you become tighter, spurred by your earlier climax, and your moans become almost pornographic as you experience what you imagine to be the most pleasure you could ever feel.
“Matt, I’m close, please, can I,” you beg, voice filled with impatience.
Matt’s voice is husky and exhilarating. “God, please, sweetheart, cum for me.” You feel his hips start to stutter, and your muscles begin to clench and flutter around him. You moan so loudly the neighbors could probably hear, and you don’t think you mind. This isn’t the first time your ecstasy has disturbed their evenings, and there hasn’t been a complaint yet.
After a few more thrusts, Matt pulls out of you, panting. As you come down from the high, you’re suddenly keenly aware of the sticky sensation on your neck from the mix of candy and saliva and the gush of his cum running out of you.
“So, uh, do I need to let you go out with your friends now?” Matt questions, a tinge of disappointment lacing his words. You giggled.
“Well, honestly, I changed my mind a little bit ago. Maybe we should just hang out for the rest of the night.”
You had decided far before you had gotten ready that night. You figured he needed a break, and this was a good excuse for him to let loose.
A grin quickly spanned across his face, and he gave you a sweet and gentle peck before he ran to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean you up.
~
“So... can I ask what was up with the necklace?” You feel his voice rumble deep in him, mixed with his heartbeat, as your head rests against his chest.
“Oh,” you laugh, “that was just for you. I saw it in a shop and thought you might have some fun with it.”
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The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 29
‘Come on, Loki. I think it’s a great idea.’ Claire pleaded with Loki over breakfast, they were both sat at Loki’s dining table opposite one another, before going to work together.
‘Not a great idea. It would be utter chaos.’ Loki said with a laugh as he shook his head.
‘It’s Bat we’re speaking about here. The students will love her. I’m sure her calming presence will help calm them all and take their mind off what went on. Just since it’s their first day back?’ Claire said sweetly and fluttered her eyelashes at Loki.
Loki pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. ‘I’d be lying if I said it hadn’t crossed my mind before.’
‘There you go. It’s a good idea.’ Claire grinned.
‘Alright. But you’re going to be her designated slave for the day, to keep an eye on her and keep her out of trouble.’
‘Deal. I’m her slave anyway.’ Claire winked at Loki.
After breakfast, they both grabbed their bags and put on their jackets. It was as if Bat knew what the plan for the day was, as instead of just staying on the sofa and having them go say goodbye to her, she sat at the door waiting for them.
‘It’s like she knows she’s coming with us.’ Claire said as they both stared at Bat, who was staring back at them expectantly.
‘I think she does.’ Loki chuckled.
Claire scooped her up into her arms and they headed out to Loki’s car. She was perfectly happy on the drive there, just sat on Claire’s lap and looked out the window at the passing scenery. Loki had made a point when she was a kitten to take her out and about, to visit various people so she would get used to the car and different places in-case there was ever an emergency.
‘I hope this isn’t a bad idea.’ Loki chuckled as they pulled into the car park at the school.
‘She’s a very chilled out cat. What could go wrong?’ Claire asked as she stroked Bat.
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When they got to the school, they headed straight for the teachers lounge. They were early, wanting to catch up with everyone before starting classes. Bat was quite happy just perching on Claire's shoulder, looking around at her surroundings.
‘Have you had her here before?’ Claire asked Loki.
‘I have a few times, when we’ve had days just the teachers come in to mark work and tests. She’s good company.’ Loki admitted sheepishly, making Claire grin.
They got to the teachers lounge, Severus, Matt, David and Chris were all in there already.
‘You brought Bat!’ Matt said in delight as he swooped in and Bat jumped into his arms for cuddles.
Loki chuckled. ‘We did. Thought it might help the students a little today.’
‘And us.’ Claire added with a smile.
Bat made her way around everyone, getting lots of fusses and cuddles. She was in constant purr mode, in her element. Jessica and Hannibal were soon to arrive, too. Their faces lit up when they spotted Bat.
She made her way onto Severus’ lap and snuggled against him. He slowly stroked her while everyone conversed about further plans.
‘Do we have any defence plans?’ Jessica asked.
‘I’ve organised a few vampires to take turns flying overhead during the school day, to keep an eye out and report to me if there’s anything suspicious. We need to reiterate to the students to come to us straight away if they themselves see anything wrong. Even if they think it’s silly.’ Chris said and everyone nodded in agreement.
Bat jumped down from Severus’ lap to go find another victim, Severus whipped out a lint roller from his pocket and instantly began rolling his clothes, removing all of the cat hair.
Everyone looked at him with raised eyebrows. He slowly looked up as he felt eyes on him. ‘What? I live with a crazy cat lady.’ He shrugged at them before continuing rolling his clothes.
‘Anyway… As I was saying, there’s nothing too small to come to me about if anyone is worried. Same goes for the students. I think we are safe enough, we took out most of the hunters. It never hurts to be constantly aware, though.’
Everyone agreed with Chris again, then they all dispersed a bit into smaller groups to talk and make coffee or tea. When Michael arrived, they stopped any vampire talk, of course.
Loki and Claire were speaking with Hannibal, though Claire looked over at Chris who was making tea. Bat jumped up on the counter next to him and meowed at him. At first, Claire thought he was going to ignore her, but then he gave her a scratch under the chin and she saw him saying something to her. Bat chirped in response, like she often did.
Claire could tell that the events just under two weeks ago had shaken Chris up too. Even though he acted scary and like he didn’t care, it seemed that he did deep down. She made her way over to him, to get her and Loki tea.
‘Are you ok?’ She asked Chris.
He looked surprised at her question as he turned to face her. ‘Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?’ He asked, his tone clipped.
‘I was just asking… I’ve been asking everyone.’ Claire shrugged.
Chris frowned. ‘No one usually cares if I’m ok anyway.’ He huffed and turned back to stirring his coffee.
‘Bat does.’ Claire smiled.
Chris raised an eyebrow at her then looked at Bat, who was still looking at him and let out another meow.
‘She’s just after attention.’ He said as he reached out and gave her a few more strokes.
‘Well… I just hope you’re not beating yourself up over what happened to Jeremy. I know it’s a big loss to everyone, but you did everything you could.’ Claire said softly, then she grabbed hers and Loki’s coffee and went back over to him, just earning a quizzical look from Chris.
Loki had zoned in on their conversation, so heard what she said to him. He knew she was bang on about Chris beating himself up about Jeremy.
‘You always seem to tell what people are really feeling… I’m starting to think you’re a vampire too.’ Loki said to Claire with a slight smirk when she returned to his side.
Claire smiled with a shrug. ‘I can just read people reasonably well I think.’
Loki kissed the top of her head with a smile.
When it was time for students to start arriving, Loki and Claire took Bat to Loki’s classroom. As students began arriving, everyone was smitten with Bat. And she just loved all of the attention from everyone.
Though when Loki began trying to teach, a little while into the period, Bat decided to be a bit mischievous.
She waited until Loki was at the board, explaining things he had displayed on it. Bat jumped off a students lap that she had been snuggled on, and went to Loki’s desk. She jumped up and began knocking things off.
‘Bat!’ Loki scolded when he turned around upon hearing students laughing.
Bat paused and looked at Loki, with her paw outstretched, mid-way to knocking his cup of tea off.
‘Don’t!’ Loki said and began slowly walking towards her.
If Bat could smirk, she definitely would have, as she finished her task and knocked his cup flying off the desk.
Claire couldn’t hide her amusement either, as she and the students laughed. Loki shook his head in dismay as he grabbed paper towels to clean up the spilled tea. Claire grabbed Bat and took her onto her lap at the side of the room.
Though Bat didn’t stay there for long.
She wound her way through the desks of the students, purring about their legs and sniffing at everyone’s schoolbags, until she found one that was open and helped herself to the girl’s lunch, a ham sandwich.
‘Oh no!’ Claire ran to grab Bat again while Loki pinched the bridge of his nose. Thankfully the girl was amused and didn’t mind, but Claire said she would give her money to get a replacement lunch.
Claire managed to keep Bat out of trouble for the rest of the day. She spent the lunch break with all the teachers in the lounge and was quite content snoozing on the sofa.
‘While she has been a little bit mischievous, it has been good having Bat here today. The students certainly looked to brighten up and relax when they saw her.’ Loki said as he watched his cat, snoozing peacefully.
‘She’s good therapy. She has a very calming aura about her.’ Claire said as she ate her chicken noodle soup. ‘I can’t believe she stole poor Tara’s lunch though.’ She cringed.
‘I can. She just thinks about her stomach after all.’ Loki chuckled.
‘I can relate.’ Claire laughed.
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The teachers were all glad that the students seemed to get back into the swing of it all within the first week back. There wasn’t any disruptions from anyone, apart from most of Loki’s students asking him and Claire after Bat every day, but they didn’t mind. Claire shared with them any pictures she would take of the popular feline.
The month that followed got easier too with every day that passed by. Chris managed to get a substitute teacher in to take over Jeremy’s classes until they found a proper replacement.
One Friday evening, Chris was the last one to leave school, having had lots of paper work to get through. As he made his way around the building towards the car park, he spotted an unknown male snooping around the main front doors, trying to peek in the windows after trying the door handle.
Chris gritted his teeth and felt rage build up within him.
‘Not again.’ He growled and stalked across the grounds towards him.
‘What do you want?’ Chris snarled at him, though as he got close enough, he realised that this guy wasn’t a hunter.
The man jumped out of his skin, he turned around and his eyes widened as the tall and intimidating vampire approached him, and didn’t stop until he was towering over him.
‘I’m looking for Claire Mason, I believe she works here?’
Chris paused, slightly caught off guard as he hadn’t been expecting that. He raised an eyebrow as he looked the man over and noticed a wedding ring on his finger.
‘You best come inside.’
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Claire was at Loki’s place, waiting for him to come back. He’d gone round to his dad’s when they finished work, but told her he wouldn’t be too long.
She was just lounging around with Bat when she received a text message through from Chris, who was the last person she would expect to get a message from. She didn’t even realise he had her number, though she quickly figured he’d have everyone’s contact details since he was the head.
As she opened the text though, her stomach dropped.
You better come and explain yourself. I’ll be waiting.
Along with the text there was a picture attached, it was of a man that had been shoved into the cupboard of Chris’ office at the school. The man was dead, there was a big chunk of his neck ripped out. Claire tried not to gag as she leapt off the sofa and ran to grab her jacket.
‘Shit, shit, shit. This can’t be happening.’
#tom hiddleston#loki#loki x ofc#fluffy loki#loki fic#jessica chastain#chis motionless#severus snape#the redbridge hunts#vampire Loki#matt murdock
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Thinking about college Mattfoggy about Foggy getting Matt Velcro shoes because it must be difficult tying shoes every time right? Especially for someone who is blind? So he finds out Matt's size which he finds very difficult spying at his best friends and roommates shoes. Matt doesn't know why Foggy keeps trying to steal his sneakers and at this point he's not gonna ask. Foggy gets the shoes and gives them to him for Christmas. Matt opens the shoes and Foggy is so proud of himself finding Velcro shoes in Matt's size and Matt just. Stares at him. Foggy says they're Velcro!! Velcro shoes! Because they would be easier to get on and off and he doesn't have to worry about laces they're great right? And Matt just keeps starting at him. And that's when Foggy starts to panic. He didn't mean to do anything offensive. Definitely didn't mean to imply that Matt didn't know how to tie his shoes or that he was a helpless child who needed Velcro shoes. Matt just breaks out into laughter at Foggy not able to contain his amusement at the situation. He explains to Foggy that he just keeps his shoes tied just tight enough that they stay on his feet but loose enough that he can slip them on and off. That way he doesn't have to worry about laces every time he has to put on his shoes. He definitely didn't need Foggy to shell out whatever he paid for Velcro shoes in his size. Foggy on the brink of tears calls him an asshole and to take the shoes they're his now. Matt thanks him truly appreciating the gesture. Foggy tells him that the shoes are red and Matt tells him that that is his favorite colour and thanks him again. He wears the shoes every day until they fall apart. Foggy buys him a new pair every time they do.
#mattfoggy#matt/foggy#foggymatt#matt murdock#foggy nelson#daredevil#just something cute#the unintelligible rambles of a madman#they are my brainworm rn#cute and fluffy#soft and domestic#THEY DESERVE THE SOFT PLEASE
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I present to y'all Bella's Comfort Fic Week! I'm working on writing each one still but they all feature emotional hurt/comfort because I cannot focus on anything else (other than crushing angst with no happy ending and we don't need that). There's a fic for each of my favorite fictional men!
Matt helps Reader through a panic attack
Reader takes Frank apple picking to cheer him up
Michael takes Reader out for coffee and book shopping to brighten her day
#these are so self indulgent#fluffy and sweet#and some fall vibes#matt murdock x reader#frank castle x reader#michael kinsella x reader
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Tick Tock
Pairing: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader
Content: Reader with Tics, Just a lot of fluff, Reader works for Anvil
I don’t have anything to post so this is just a short drabble with Matt!
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It was another day at Anvil and today your job consisted of meeting with two lawyers that your boss, Frank, had joining the team. You’d had a rough night struggling to fall asleep due to a tic attack so you were in a lot of pain. Every part of your body ached. You were on your way to your office after grabbing a much needed hot chocolate from your co-worker, Eloise. She was a personal trainer for new recruits and was always bringing in treats for the team. Reaching the door to your office you went to reach for the handle. Only for your motions to be interrupted by a tic, causing your hand to punch your stomach instead.
“Sorry are you okay? That looked painful”
Too consumed with the pain and embarrassment you hadn’t noticed the person appearing next to you. He had scruffy dark blonde hair and a bright smile on his face.
“Yeah no sorry, just late for a meeting and we’ll you know how it is”
Their eyes seemed to widen at the statement and the pieces fell into place. He was the lawyer, your face heated up in embarrassment. The toll of the morning already making you want to collapse on your couch.
“You must be the head of Anvil’s legal department then, I’m Foggy Nelson and that fine gentleman over there is my legal partner Matt Murdock. Karen would be here but she’s redoing her self defense training courtesy of Frank”
The way they, Foggy, spoke of Frank made them seem like close friends. Your only hope was that you wouldn’t embarrass yourself any further. Opening the door to your office you ushered Foggy in, telling him to take a seat while you walked over to Matt.
“I’m holding out my arm for you”
You informed him before you even had the chance to reach your arm out for the man. Behind the red lenses of his glasses you saw his eyebrows raised, hesitantly you reached for his hand and placed it to your arm. As you led him into your office, you guided his hand to the chair and desk. Allowing him to map the general distance of the room before retreating to your side of the desk. As you collected the needed paperwork and files you could see the two men chatting, watching as Matt’s face reddened and Foggy quietly laughed. You went to open your mouth to speak but were interrupted by an abrupt neck jerk followed but a high pitched whistle.
“So these are your contracts which detail that your work for Anvil is completely legal, safe all that fun stuff. They also state that while doing this you won’t be doing any work for Anvil’s competitors, so basically that’s just other security company’s like Bishop Security”
You pushed the paperwork over to the men. Pausing for a moment to dig around in your desk drawers, fetching a braille copy of the documents as well as a signature guide.
“I’m so sorry Mr Murdock, they didn’t tell me you were blind. I do have a braille copy of the documents and a signature guide, although if you just wouldn’t mind signing the non braille copy just for my higher ups. Then you can keep the braille one as a spare copy. Never hurts to be prepared”
You pulled yourself out of your desk, walking to Matt’s side and helping line everything up for him. In your peripheral you could see Foggy signing paperwork, eyes occasionally peering up at you and Matt. Your body would let out the occasional jerk or unexplained noise. Although you tried to suppress them as much as possible to avoid unnecessary confrontation. Once both men had finished signing, you took the documents back and returned to your chair.
“Thank you both Mr Nelson and Mr Murdock. So your job here will primarily be working with me in the legal department while of course maintaining your own firm. You can do work at your own office or Anvil is happy to provide you a space within the building where you can host your own clients and do Anvil’s work. The documents we handle are often sensitive in nature due to the line of work Anvil does. Private military security can get a little rough and by no means are you forced to do anything you’re uncomfortable with. Top priority are the employees health and comfort, especially for our civilian workers”
The rest of the meeting went similar to that. You going over documents and paperwork, as well as answering any questions. As it drew to a close you prepared any files they legal duo would be taking on their way. You walked them both to the elevator, saying quiet goodbyes and thank you’s.
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The next time you saw Matt you had been dragged to some rundown bar with Frank’s girlfriend, Karen. You weren’t close by any means, but Frank hung around your office a lot when he wasn’t training. Asking your advice on everything to do with romance as he had seen you read a lot of books. He had insisted you go out and try to make some friends, which is how you ended up in Josie’s with Karen, Matt and Foggy. Watching as Foggy drank the eel, whatever that meant. The entire night you tried to suppress your tics. Physical discomfort running through your veins as you fought them off.
“Karen I’m just gonna get some fresh air”
You whispered to the blonde before running out of the building. The alleyway next to Josie’s was somewhat quiet and uninhabited. It was a bad decision but it was also all you had at the time. Agony lurched throughout your body with each violent tic. Your muscles ached and you could do nothing but wait it out. Whether that be minutes or hours.
“Hey, you out here?”
Matt’s voice reached your ears. The soft clacking of his shoes, you couldn’t deny the fact he was attractive. If it wasn’t a conflict of interest you probably would’ve tried to get him into bed.
“Here, alleyway”
Your voice was broken as the response left your lips. Instant regret filled you, why’d he have to see you like this? Most of the time you had an attack you were alone or in your office. The only person who had ever really helped you was Frank and you half assumed it was a parental instinct, one your parents didn’t have. Matt walked down, the tip of his white cane colliding with your tucked up frame.
“Your body keeps cracking, are you okay?”
You raise your brows, questioning him silently before realising he can’t see it. Gently he places a hand on your shoulder, rubbing it slowly.
“How can you tell that? I can barely hear it and it’s my body”
A small chuckle leaves Matt’s lips and his hand travels to your neck. The pads of his fingers dig lightly into the nape of your neck. The applied pressure soothed you greatly and it made you wonder how he knew what to do.
“I- uh- well it’s complicated, I have enhanced senses. The accident I was in as a kid that made me blind, it replaced my other senses on another level. Everything is so loud all the time, everything I touch feels like it’s grating me. When I heard you in the office, guiding me and treating me like a person. It- well it was sweet, besides Foggy and Karen no one really thinks to do it. You did it like it was normal to do and then I heard it. The clicking, your muscles pulling trying to hold yourself back. All I wanted to do was help, so when you rushed out I wanted to follow immediately. It was a bad idea, an impulsive thought. So I decided to hold off and then you just kept getting louder, so I told Foggy and Karen. Now we’re here”
You hadn’t noticed it but your tics had slowed down immensely. Matt’s hands kept applying small amounts of pressure in different places, digging in lightly. Rubbing your muscles and helping soothe them.
“That’s… that’s how you know how to help me. You can hear what my body needs even when I can’t tell?”
He nodded and a small smile crossed your face. You couldn’t even process what was happening until you smashed your lips against his. It wasn’t how you ever imagined first kissing someone but it was nice.
“Did you just kiss me?”
Matt said, surprise lacing his voice. Heat rushed to your face and you wanted to run away. Before you even had the chance he kissed you again.
“Never thought my first kiss would be with someone I’ve met twice, but I also think I’m a little drunk so I’ll allow it”
It caused Matt to laugh and that’s how you ended up tipsy in an alleyway after a tic attack, kissing a really hot lawyer who later took you back to his apartment. Subsequently you never left after that night and moved in without either of you saying anything.
#matt murdock x y/n#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock#matt murdock x gender neutral reader#matt murdock x male reader#matt murdock x gn!reader#matthew murdock#matthew murdock x reader#tourette’s!reader#tics!reader#read with tics#short drabble#matt murdock fluff#matt murdock comfort#matt murdock fluffy#matt murdock needs to comfort me asap#i’m in love with matthew murdock#i need born again to come out right now
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Preview of Angsty In-Progress TRT What If fic
Right so there won't be a chapter cause I'm still in Covid Brain Fog Town, Population: Me which is affecting my writing (I've gotten a bit written but it's slow going). But I have found time to edit that sad thing I'd been working on BEFORE getting sick and I'm planning to release that because I think it works as a really good illustration of just what the stakes are in TRT if they get this wrong. AKA: a what-if, in which all their preparations fail and Jane is taken (spawned by an ask in my box that's been chewing at my brain for months now).
This will be a really dark and angsty side-fic, and the ending won't be happy per se, although I'm planning to give a little hope at the end since I'm not a COMPLETE monster, but I don't expect everyone to read it regardless and am designing it so there's no need to if you'd prefer to stick to TRT canon. BUT if you DO want to read something like this, here's a preview of the first section.
Warnings for: angst (obviously), blood, reference to shock collars.
Preview wordcount: around 1k
Putting this behind a cut.
Sad Matt gif cause this part's from his POV and it will not be fun.
There should have been a fight.
That had always been the plan, an unspoken agreement the moment you’d decided to stay. You’d all known the Man in the White Coat, Cyrus James, would come to town eventually. It was an inevitability, a reality, and it was one you’d prepared for. Slowly, you’d gathered in your allies, armor composed of S.H.I.E.L.D., of the Ferryman, of the Punisher and the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and even Spider-Man, had you asked. There’d been plans and backup plans, alarm systems and fail safes. And just in case that still wasn’t enough, you and Matt had taken to practicing, over and over and over again, all the ways you could signal him should your hunter slip through the cracks.
It was foolproof.
It should have been foolproof. That was what you’d all believed.
You were all wrong. So terribly, terribly wrong.
This isn’t how it was supposed to happen.
There was no battle.
It’s my fault.
No war along the familiar streets that had become your home.
I should have sensed him.
There’d been no signal given. No warning, no alarm that rang out, not when you were walking home after a late case.
Caught alone in the dark.
Where are you, sweetheart? Please, just give me something, anything—
You didn’t even have time to scream, they said.
Not physically, anyway.
He’d felt your fear before on occasion, when you reached for him psychically. Then, your presence felt like the frantic bite of your nails in his skin, tasted like the sharp tang of cold sweat and burning adrenaline, sounded like the stuttered racing of your heart, a drumbeat in his ears that never failed to set his own heart racing as he cast his senses out, hunting for threat-threat-threat and for those that dared to harm you. He’d felt your fear when you woke in the quiet dark of the apartment, and when you’d been trapped beneath the warehouse in a cruel, dusty cell. He’d felt it, too, that night Frank had chased after you.
He thought he’d known the flavor of your fear.
But those moments were nothing compared to the moment your deepest, darkest fear became… real.
The deafening psychic scream that tore through the thread with all the force of a hurricane was like nothing he’d felt before, or ever would again. That storm was all-consuming, the world around him gone in a heartbeat as the sudden wave brought him to his knees, his mouth shocked open on a silent shout. He could barely breathe through that terrified tide, one cold as bitter ice, your panicked heartbeat less a drumbeat than a constant roar in his ears as your panic rolled through him. This was the tremor of muscle and blind, animalistic instinct, the last, desperate sprint of a doomed hare just before the hawk’s talons cinched shut against the back of its neck.
This wasn’t fear. That was too small a word.
It was sheer, absolute terror.
And in that terror, you managed only a single word.
“Matt, h—”
You never got a chance to finish. Instead, he was struck by a blinding surge of electricity, white-hot coils of lightning snaking around his throat before locking tight. That shock raced outwards from there, traveling along lines of hidden nerves and thick muscle until his whole body locked up in agony. It was impossible to writhe, to thrash, to fight. All he could do was scream, mindless and furious, your terror matched only by his surge of rage, rage that covered his own wave of terror. Because he knew. He knew, distantly, what this was, and what this meant.
The collar.
Just as quickly as it came, the connection was gone, leaving him with nothing but the steady drip of blood from his nose and a ringing in his ears.
He wanted to retch, his stomach roiling, but there was no time.
It can’t end like this.
The directional signal he’d gotten from you was worthless. Even when he found where you’d been snatched off the street, they’d left him nothing but droplets of your blood and a fading snatch of cigarette smoke, a poor cover for the faint chemical scent lingering in the alley. Tranquilizers, he’d learn later, meant to knock you out, make you tame enough to be bound, collared, and forced into the back of a van. From there, your scent vanished into the night.
Caught.
Collared.
Taken.
There was supposed to be more time.
More time for him in your arms and you in his.
More quiet touches in the early morning, and laughter in the kitchen, at Fogwell’s, on warm rooftops and cold ones, too.
Time for him to slip a ring on your finger, and for his name to twine with yours, joyful tears in both your eyes as he pressed his lips to yours on the day you finally became his wife, the keeper of his soul, and he the keeper of yours, for all the rest of your days.
Why hadn’t he asked you?
He should have asked you.
Our rocking chairs should be red, you’d said sleepily last night, when we’re old.
He should have been faster.
Stronger.
Smarter.
“All this, all this that we have here, that you love, is at risk. It always is when I stop. He takes this from me every time, Matt."
He should have protected you.
He’d promised you he’d keep you safe.
“No one will take you. I won’t let them, no matter what I have to do to stop them. What happened before—you didn’t have me. I’ll hear him coming from a mile away. We’ll be prepared for him."
“Ciro promised me the same thing. And he was wrong.”
He’d… promised.
“I promise. I’ll find them before they even get close.”
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, D.”
And he’d failed.
The Devil’s roar of anguish, of grief, and of absolute agony shook the very bones of the city.
By that point, you were too far away to hear it.
It would be seven months before he found you again.
#the red thread#the red thread What If#(so NOT canon)#(just an exploration of what would happen should they fail to keep her safe)#daredevil#matt murdock#fic#fanfic#fic preview#tw: blood#tw: angst#this is pretty much the least dark part of the fic so if you're going to take the full ride use this as a chance to buckle up#this will not be light or humorous or fluffy#99% hurt and very little comfort#we're gonna run face-first into *why* Jane is so terrified of this man#and explore what the failure might look like#because I think sometimes exploring what will happen if it all goes wrong is interesting
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“thirst tweets this… thirst tweets that…” we all know that charlie would be more than uncomfortable. that poor man almost died when he addressed the babygirl allegations. no, we need to keep our fandom in our pants. what happens here stays here. i have a much better concept (and idc if someone’s suggested this before):
Charlie Cox: The Puppy Interview
buzzfeed, make it happen! and credit me because i had the idea <3
I mean look at him.
Look at him!
LOOK AT HIM!!!!!!!
And now look at these puppies:
Him + those puppies?
Yes, please.
You’re welcome.
#charlie cox#matt murdock#daredevil#netflix treason#stardust movie#kin#matt murdock x reader#fluffy puppy man#those actual puppies tho#i want one#lizzi talks#marvel
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A/N: Heyyy, so I rarely publish fanfic work, but I feel kinda proud of this one I ended up writing during my off time. I dunno if I’m gonna end up publishing fanfic or not on here, but I figured I would give it a shot. Constructive criticism is much appreciated, and I’ve got zero clue what to title this so ideas are also welcome! Thank you! <3
Warnings: Swimmers Ear/Ear infection, Soft Frank, Hurt Matt, Brief Mention of Frankie Jr., Brief Mention of Past Matt/Elektra, Swearing, Hurt/Comfort, based off another post of mine under the tag “Swimmer’s Ear” (Tumblr won’t let me put the link for some reason sorry.)
Also sorry, the timeline is kinda weird?? Think of it as they were already together before Frank’s actual appearance in season 2 I guess? Idk. This is suppose to take place about a day after he shoves Matt in the Hudson and the boat explodes, but they already have an established relationship.
The first groan is rather quiet, it barely wakes Frank, the marine’s sleep-addled brain quick to write off the sound as Matt just having a dream. The second groan though is much quicker to grab his attention, brown eyes still bleary with slumber as he blinks awake to the feeling of his lover shifting beside him in bed.
“Mm..?” Is just about all Frank can scrounge up from his vocal cords this early in the morning, the marine tossing a squinting glance over his bicep to get a look at the other. Matt doesn’t answer his grunt, so Frank tries again.
Nothing.
A couple of months back Frank never could’ve imagined himself getting cozy in bed with Red, probably would’ve decked any person to suggest he’d be where he is today. Yet, here the fuck he is, sitting up in their bed 1 hour past midnight to check on him. Life either liked to be contrary son of a bitch, or Matthew Micheal Murdock enjoyed spiting Frank Castle with his very existence.
“Red?” Leaning over the lawyer’s tense frame, Frank absentmindedly presses the back of his hand to the restless man’s forehead. He doesn’t feel hot, but there was no mistaking the sweat gathering at Matt’s brow line. There’s a whimper and a momentary flutter of eyelids before Matt half-opens his eyes for Frank, clouded pupils glistening with unshed tears as his breathing grows more labored. Another groan.
Concern growing, Frank purses his lips and presses them to Matt’s forehead. He gets the same result as his hand, no fever, just clammy. “Where’s it hurt?” Frank whispers, swallowing down the anxiousness quelling in his throat when he only receives another whimper in reply. “Matty, please, I need ya to use your words.”
Matt’s expression suddenly contorts in pain at a particularly labored breath, and if Frank’s eyes weren’t so accustomed to adjusting to the dark he wouldn’t have even noticed it. Red immediately goes green around the gills from the involuntary movement of his own chest, eyes squeezing shut just a fraction tighter.
“You’re head hurtin’ you, Matty?” Frank whispers gently, taking note of his dizziness. He’s seen Matt deal with his fair share of migraines, but he’s never seen anything quite this intense…
“E-Ears…” The barely audible mumble has an instant effect on Matt, the vibrations of his own voice making him go so pale Frank would have trouble telling the difference between Matt’s skin and a sheet of paper in this lighting.
Small snippets of Frankie Jr. resting his head on the dinner table suddenly rush to the front of Frank’s mind. How his son, just a toddler at the time, cupped his ears and said he felt like he was moving on a swingset a week or so after visiting the public pool. Spilt second images of his son’s face as he carries him to bed are quick to follow and Frank actually has to bite the inside of his cheek to bring himself back to the present.
He feels like a moron. The Hudson River is a fucking cesspit, of course Red would get an ear infection after getting shoved in it! And with his senses, Frank doesn’t even want to imagine the kind of pain he is in…
Another whimper has Frank shushing Matt like he’s some sort of spooked animal, sleep gone from his brain as he internally scrambles to figure out a solution.
What the fuck had they gone and done again for Frankie Jr.? He knows they didn’t just wait that shit out, it’d been a whole fucking ordeal that caused his son to have to stay home for a couple of days… It’s time’s like these Frank curses his body’s stubbornly good immunity. If he’d just had a goddamn ear infection growing up this wouldn’t be so hard freaking to remember.
“Hang on, Baby. Gotta look something up real quick, yeah?” Nervous to jostle Matt any further, he strategically extracts himself from the mattress, giving up the warmth of the blankets for the night-chilled air of the bedroom.
Retrieving his phone from its plug, the marine stubbornly ignores the stinging in his eyes as he punches their current predicament into the glaring white screen of google’s search bar.
‘What in the fuck fixes swimmwe ear???’
A few quick glances at the articles below tell Frank all he needs. Matt needs ear drops.
The walk to the nearest open drug store is a pain in the ass, but it’s one that Frank muscles through with the ease of a well disciplined soldier. He has only one goal, and that’s to get Matt his ear drops before the sun is up so they can both go back to sleep.
Turns out that is much easier said than done, because the place is built like a fucking maze and at this hour the amount of people to ask for directions is zilch. He must scour the aisles for at least half an hour before he finds the little shits, gritting his teeth with barely suppressed rage as he swipes the second-to-cheapest option off the metallic shelf.
He pays the dead-inside employee at the store front about 15 minutes later, neither one giving each other any more than a grunt of acknowledgment as the medicine is bought and bagged.
By the time that Frank gets back, his foot that the Irish fucked up is aching from the long walk, but he doesn’t dare use that rickety ass elevator.
He staggers up those poorly carpeted stairs like a god damn man, thank you very much.
“Matty? You up, Sweetheart?” Trying to tiptoe into a room with fucked up toe knuckles is pointless, he but finds himself trying anyways without really thinking about it.
God, his side of bed looks just like how he left it. Sheets open and inviting, waiting for him to nestle right back in… It would be so fucking easy too, to just crawl into them and sleep.
Matt’s shaky whimper snaps Frank back into focus, his right hand softly crinkling the brown paper of the shopping bag reminding him of his mission. “I know, I know… Quit you’re howlin’ and we can both go back to sleep.” He grumbles, but there’s no real heat behind his words, any and all bite gone from his bark upon seeing his lover’s furrowed brows.
His hands seem to remember what the fuck to do with the drops, cause before he knows it he’s got the package opened and the dropper positioned over one of Matt’s ear.
“Shhh... Jus’ got somethin’ for your ears, Red...” The box recommends 5-6 drops in each ear, but Frank only gets up to 3 before Matt chokes out a noise so awful that he has to stop. One of Matt’s hands find the front of his hoodie, zipper clinking as the man bunches the fabric in his shaking fist, jaw clenching so damn tightly Frank actually worry’s for the sake of his lover’s teeth. They both stay like that for what feels like ages, Matt’s chest struggling to slow its heaving as his ear tries adjusting to the foreign pressure of the medicine flooding it.
Frank’s lips find Matt’s clammy skin, stubble brushing against his brow line as he murmurs words of comfort, eyes squeezing shut in sympathy as he waits for Matt to adjust. “Okay, no more on this side, yeah? But we gotta do you’re other ear.”
He’s never seen Matt so out of it before, eyes half-lidded and lashes glistening wet with fresh tears… The silent scream of agony on his lover’s face when he rolls him over physically pains Frank heart, jumbled apologies and gentle kisses falling upon Red’s sweating face as he can do nothing but wait out the waves of dizzying pain with him.
“Doing so good, Red, you’re so good. I’m sorry, I’m sorry it hurts…” Frank whispers between presses of his lips, throat feeling tight. He can deal fatal shots to any thuggish asshole, cut the dick off of any pedo in the world, but putting these drops in Matt’s ears? Bringing himself to do it a second time around is feeling increasingly more difficult as the seconds tick by.
His hesitation must break through to Red in some way, because suddenly Matt’s hand is no longer clutching his sweatshirt, but his free hand instead. His grip is weaker, hand clammy like it would be during a fever, and somehow that’s all the more haunting to Frank.
Frank can deal with Red grabbing at his face as he resets a broken bone, digging his fingernails into one of his arms as he disinfects a particularly nasty wound, or instinctively headbutting Frank in the nose while attempting to reset a dislocated shoulder (it’s happened before), but this? Seeing his Matty so completely and utterly drained, losing that fiery look in his eyes? It’s fucking killing him inside.
“On the count of 3.” Frank takes a deep breath to steady his hands, closing his eyes so that he doesn’t have to look at Red’s pained expression. “1… 2… 3.” He squeezes much quicker than he did for the other ear, rapidly dripping 5 drops in quick succession down Matt’s ear canal.
Matt let’s out a sob this time and Frank ends up throwing the damned medicine across the room, the plastic material of the bottle bouncing off the brick wall and onto the hardwood floor with a clatter. He swears to fucking God if these drops end up doing more damage than good, he’s gonna kill whatever pharmaceutical experts created the damn stuff. “I know, I know, shhh… Shhh… I’m so sorry, Honey.. Fuck…”
Frank wipes at the streaming tears falling down Matt’s cheeks, heart panging as he watches his love shudder. Frank remains hunched over the top of Matt like that for a good fucking while, letting him take comfort in the feeling of his frame being boxed in by the marine. Frank watches the clock as the minutes tick by, and although Matt does eventually fall back asleep, his expression is still clouded with discomfort.
Frank looks around the bedroom, eyes catching on the spare blankets folded by the laundry basket. An idea sparks.
The need to empty his bladder has Matt waking up again around 9, head and ears aching, but thankfully no where near as bad as they had been last night. Sitting up, Matt grasps the sheets on either side of him, gritting his teeth as he waits for the swaying sensation to lessen its force before making his way to his feet. It isn’t until he’s finished relieving himself that Matt realizes the odd quietness of his flat. His ear’s aren’t exactly up to par at the moment, but he should at least be able to hear the neighbors. Is New York alright? Did he miss something big while he was sleeping? Where is Frank?
A careful walk into the living room has Matt stopping in his tracks for two reasons. Firstly, the stench of freshly applied duct tape is currently wafting from each and every crevice his apartment has to offer. From the slight cracks in the brick wall, to the small opening underneath the front door, it was all either taped off or stuffed with varying pieces cloth to muffle any intrusive sounds the outside may have.
Secondly, Frank is fast asleep, sat up against the wall outside of the bedroom, a mostly used roll of duct tap still being held in one hand. Other than the apartment’s appliances, Frank’s heartbeat and breathing are the only other sounds encompassing the home.
Matt had been reluctant to start another relationship at first, especially after Elektra... After all, when it came to unhealthy relationships, Matt has acquired quite a lengthy wrap sheet.
He can’t even imagine a world in which Elektra would’ve gone out of her way to do this for him. But Frank? Frank just did this without Matt even knowing that this is something he needed. Not to show off, not for the purpose of dragging praise out of Matt, but because Frank knew that this would make Matt’s situation just a bit more bearable when he woke up
Here, right now in this moment, with none other than Francis Antonio Castle snoring softly on his hardwood floor, Matt couldn’t possibly be more sure that he’s finally made the right choice.
#if I can improve let me know how#swimmer’s ear#punisher#daredevil#frankmatt#first fanfic#frank castle#fratt#matthew murdock#hurt/comfort#hurt!matt#soft!frank#ear infection#fluffy#I think#pet names#gayshipsareyayships#the punisher#frank castle x matt murdock#fratt fic#mine#fanfic#fanfiction
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Bandages
Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader (no mention of Y/N)
Trigger warning: Mentions of illness, but really just Matt and Reader both being fluffy and stubborn people
Summary: Matt catches you trying to take care of an injury and wants to take care of you. Established relationship.
A/N: This is my first posted fanfic attempt of Matt Murdock EVER, and then my first in over a decade in general. Please be kind *puppy eyes*
Word Count: 1,090
Damn it damn it damn it.
Freshly showered from the day’s worth of grime and general annoyance of working with the public while the right side of your rib cage hurt, your skin was finally dry enough to re-wrap your injury without tugging yet simultaneously defying your every attempt.
Of course normally you were able to wrangle your arms around, but in this particular case doing so pulled all the wrong muscles and you had specific instructions from your doctor to take it easy.
Easy would be easy if the stupid thing would simply stay put.
“Need a hand?” The deep voice behind you made you leap, and then wince simultaneously.
Matt Murdock may have been a Daredevil by night, and under normal circumstances he was risking his luck by sneaking up on you like that. Of course you missed how your boyfriend’s face imitated your own. Warm hands curled gently around your bare shoulders and damp hair as he pulled you into a soft hold through the latest spasm.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He kissed your neck, cheek, and temple, the scruff a pleasant distraction as you came back to. “I didn’t mean to surprise you.”
“A little late for that Murdock.” You sighed, with unfurling fists to finally return his embrace and snuggle into his arms to accept more apology kisses as the two of you breathed each other in.
“You didn’t hear me walk in?”
Admittedly you’d been a tad distracted by your task, and now you were distracted by the rhythm of his chest breathing against yours as if you two hadn’t been apart a mere eight hours. “No, I was busy.” You teased, muffling into his shirt. “Plus you’re like a cat, always skulking.”
You could feel Matt grin, no doubt to the point of dimples, as he murmured darkly in your ear. “Or pouncing.”
A short laugh brought another sharp pain that brought both of you back to the present. “You couldn’t wait for me to get home?”
“Oh please, it’s not like I’m bleeding out Counselor. I can take care of myself every now and again.”
“Overruled. You’ve never had a fractured rib before. Those injuries take time.”
“Alleged fractured rib, thank you. My X Ray didn’t find anything.”
“And with respect to the medical field are you going to believe a blurry photo or a man who’s suffered his fair share of experience in the field?”
The two of you leaned away and with a huff you rolled your eyes and made what had been affectionately dubbed as your angry muppet face. “Fine. Sustained.”
Matt kissed your cheek again. “Are you going to let me help you now please?” Blind and handsome, he let you go and held out his hand expectantly.
With your left hand you dumped the roll of an ace bandage and sighed. Then as he pressed the initial end to your sternum just beneath your bra line, he began looping the elastic around and around, occasionally checking on the tightness to avoid more discomfort or agitating proper circulation. You hadn’t managed a shirt yet since your shower so all you could do in the meantime was hold your arms out.
“It’s not fair, you know. When you get injured it’s from rooftop fights and ninja battles, I crack a rib after coughing a few times.”
Matt tilted his head with a wry smile. “You compare walking pneumonia to ‘coughing a few times’?”
“Maybe…”You pouted. “Not like it’s anything attractive.”
“And now you think getting in hand to hand combat to where I come home covered in bruises attractive?”
You bit the inside of your cheek. “Well you sure do make it look attractive Matty. It’s not like getting a cold would break any bones for you.”
Matt completed the other end and gently placed each prong to hold it in place as you handed it to him from the sink.
“As much as I appreciate the compliment Sweetheart, anyone who coughed like you did would have definitely broken something. Even me. But–” He hooked his index finger in the top of the bandage and gingerly pulled you closer to where you held onto him by the biceps. “What was the lesson we learned from this?”
You hmm’d a noise of innocence which normally would have Matt chuckling, except not today. Not when every time you moved in the wrong direction too fast he had to listen as your muscles would tense and spasm causing you to clench in pain. Nothing was worth that to him. Not when you tossed and turned at night unable to find a comfortable position without aggravating your side more. Then certainly not when the site was inflamed to where icing did little and he had to watch where he held you.
But much like him, you weren’t one to make a fuss about being injured. If you complained it was either that the pain had gotten too much to handle after a long day, or that you were frustrated that you weren’t magically healed overnight. He’d tried having you meditate, but that had only gotten so far.
“It’s called ‘we go to the doctor when we’re sick instead of putting it off too long’.” Matt chided, pulling you softly to emphasize his words.
“Oh you’re one to talk Devil man!” You pointed at him. “Broken, bleeding, or concussed you never see a doctor.”
“That’s because I can handle myself.”
“--it’s because you’re stubborn. Pot, kettle, black.”
“I wouldn’t know technically.” He stopped teasing with another truth. “And I’m not the one with an asthmatic pre-condition thank you very much.”
You didn’t have a retort for that one, only a deeper frown. With a sigh he snuggled you in closer again and took in the freshness of your shampoo. “I didn’t like how every day you only got worse and worse. How you struggled to breathe despite everything. There was nothing I could do but feel that pain with you. I’d rather not do that again please.``
That at least the two of you could agree on. “Fine. But next time you’re grumpy because you have to sit still after a ‘hard day at work’ don’t forget that karma’s a bitch Murdock. “
Finally Matt’s chest filled once again with the warmth of his laughter as he rubbed a line down your back, stepping away to grab one of his t-shirts off the hook to help thread your arms through and loop over your head, sealing it with a firm kiss to your lips.
“I look forward to it, Sweetheart.”
#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock#daredevil#marvel#fanfic#hurt#comfort#fluffy duck#this guy#please be kind#matt murdock x fem!reader#matt murdock x y/n#matt murdock x you
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charlie cox as matt murdock in marvel's daredevil 1.13
#i never miss the weird close-up shots of s1#it just doesnt feel natural#s1's cinematography is amazing ofc#but the cinematography in s2 & 3 are absolutely unmatched#FLUFFY HAIR THO!!!!!!!!#marvel's daredevil#netflix daredevil#daredevil#matt murdock#charlie cox#gabs' gifs#nmcu.gif#cc.gif
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screencap redraw ft. a marco checchetto inspired matt
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#dont look too hard at the background#actually#don't look at it all#just feel the vibes#anyways i love matt's fluffy red hair#daredevil netflix#daredevil comics#marvel#daredevil#matt murdock#my art
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Hi! I love reading your stuff and this idea just came to me but could you write something with Matt and Christmas lights please? 🥵🥵🥵
He could feel the slight heat and light buzz of electricity flowing through the wires and bulbs as he traced his fingers slowly over them, following a winding trail that was leading him around your body as you stood in front of him.
"I think these are meant for the tree, sweetheart," his smile is as warm as your skin and you hum, giggling as his touch tickles over the front of one of your hips.
"well you know I like to get creative Matty..."
You softly gasp at the light brush of his lips just over the string of the gently twinkling lights. He presses a kiss into your skin, his nose nudging into the crook of your inner thigh.
"we can put the decorations up, and trim the tree," you explain, grinning as he plants another kiss closer to where you need him, "once you've undressed this one."
he edges you up to the foot of the bed. "I don't think I've ever wanted to have sex with a 'tree' so badly..." Matt jokes, and you fall into laughter as you both fall on the bed, his hands entangled in fairy lights and you.
#thanks for the ask!#matt murdock x reader#matt murdock fluff#matt murdock smut#i hope youre all writing xmas fluffy smut out there because im hungry for it!
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The Redbridge Hunts, Chapter 47
It was Saturday evening and Claire was ready for the Halloween party, she was dressed up as a vampire. She had picked up a corset type of dress that was also like a large cape all in one, it was mainly black with red through it. She had fake fangs in and had a few drops of blood on her chin.
She went into the living room to wait for Loki. When Bat spotted Claire, she zoomed over towards her, stopped on front of her in a playful bow stance and then did a little leap before racing around the living room, leaping onto the sofa and down the back. Then she ran back round over to Claire and skidded to a stop at her feet with a meow.
‘Are you alright, Bat?’ Claire laughed and crouched down to scoop the cat up.
Bat chirped and began purring loudly as Claire cuddled her. ‘You’re such a funny cat.’
Claire heard Loki walk into the room behind her. She turned around and let out a laugh. He was dressed as the grim reaper, so was wearing a large black cloak that shielded him completely. He had a skull mask on and of course he had a scythe in hand.
‘You look brilliant!’ Claire grinned at him.
Loki pulled the hood of the cloak down and flipped the mask up, his eyes were a bit darker as he eyed Claire up and down. ‘Wow, you are one damn sexy vampire.’ He purred.
The costume Claire had on did push her breasts up a bit and showed the figure of her waist nicely.
‘Glad you think so.’ Claire giggled. ‘It’s my turn tonight to be the one biting.’ She teased.
‘You can bite me any day.’ Loki growled and slid his arm around her to tug her in close to him.
Bat let out an annoyed meow at being squashed between them, since she was still in Claire’s arms. Loki laughed as Bat jumped down from Claire’s hold, letting Loki pull Claire in flush against him. He dipped his head down and kissed Claire deeply, moaning into her mouth.
‘Maybe we should just stay in and have our own Halloween party.’ He whispered over her lips.
‘And miss out on seeing David and Matt dressed as Ken and Barbie? Sorry, vampy. No amount of orgasms would make me want to miss that.’
During lunch the other day, David was looking for ideas for what to dress as for the party. Hannibal had said jokingly about doing a couple’s costume with Matt, since he was struggling for an idea too. Then Jessica dared them to go as Barbie and Ken. David wasn’t one to turn down a dare, so after some convincing, he managed to get Matt to agree. On the condition that Matt could be Ken, at least.
‘That’s very true.’ Loki laughed.
After feeding Bat, Claire and Loki headed to the school for the party. Claire was in awe, Jessica, Spencer and Hannibal did a brilliant job of decorating the hall for it. It was covered in Halloween decorations, there was a large table filled with various drinks and some snacks.
There was already a good amount of people there, plus they’d organised for a DJ to handle the music. Of course, playing as much spooky songs as possible.
Jessica and Spencer were already there, so Claire and Loki joined them after pouring themselves a drink.
‘Love your outfits!’ Loki chuckled. They were dressed as Gomez and Morticia Addams.
‘Thanks! You guys look great too.’ Jessica grinned widely.
‘It’s nice being the vampire for a change.’ Claire said teasingly.
The party started to get busier as more people arrived, because of everyone wearing masks it was obviously not easy to tell who everyone was. Though the vampires could tell, mostly by scent.
‘Do you think Chris will show up?’ Jessica asked Claire while they were dancing around.
‘I don’t know. If he does, might not be a bad thing since there’s so many people here. Though at the same time, I want Loki to enjoy himself tonight. So if he stays away, it might be for the better.’ Claire shrugged.
‘Makes sense.’ Jessica nodded.
Not far into the night, everyone began whistling, cheering and clapping as heads turned to see who had just entered. Claire almost doubled over with laughter when she saw David and Matt walk in.
David was kitted out like Barbie, wearing a pink dress with pink heels and he had a long blonde wig on. The bright pink lipstick was the icing on the cake. Matt wore a pink suit and also had a blonde wig, though short, he had some make-up on too, to try and make his cheekbones look sharp.
‘Nice legs, Barbie. Though could do with a shave.’ Loki teased David.
David just pulled a pose in response with his leg sticking out to the side.
‘I still don’t know how I got dragged into this.’ Matt sighed.
‘You’re looking great, Ken.’ Claire grinned at him.
‘I need a drink.’ He said in response.
‘Get me one too please, babes.’ David called to him in a girly tone. Matt looked over his shoulder and pinched the bridge of his nose when David made a kissy face at him.
‘Tonight is going to be a hoot.’ Claire said to Loki with a laugh.
She couldn’t tell what Loki’s face was like because of the mask and hood, but she knew he would be grinning.
Later into the night, Loki noticed some of the students that were there were whispering in groups and looking at their phones, but he didn’t take too much notice of it. There was also a point where people seemed to disappear, as the party wasn’t near as busy as it had been at the start.
Though he soon overheard one of the students speaking with another by the snack table.
‘Yeah, Chris told me not long ago.’ The student said.
Loki turned to said student. ‘You’ve seen Chris lately?’ He asked after flipping his mask up, so the student could see who it was.
‘Yeah, he was just outside about half an hour ago. He didn’t hang around for long though, went to get’ He wasn’t able to finish his story as Loki rushed off.
Loki was concerned, so went to look for Claire. He hadn’t seen her in a little while, but needed her to know that Chris was about and to be on alert.
‘David, Matt. Have any of you seen Claire?’ He asked them.
‘No, not since she was dancing with Jessica earlier.’ Matt responded.
‘Where’s Jessica?’ Loki asked.
‘Coming this way.’ David commented and nodded his head behind Loki.
Loki spun around and could tell by the look on her face that something was wrong. ‘Where’s Claire?’
Jessica frowned. ‘I don’t know. I thought she was with you.’
Loki was about to storm away to continue looking, but Jessica called to him. ‘Loki… wait.’ Though he kept walking until she continued. ‘There’s a hunt on tonight. Chris is back.’
Loki stopped dead, he felt his stomach sink as he turned around to face her. ‘What? A hunt?’
Jessica nodded. ‘The event is all over social media. It’s happening right now. The students are talking about it, a bunch of them have gone along. That’s why it’s gotten quieter here.’
Loki’s face turned pale white.
'What's wrong?' Jessica frowned.
‘Claire's missing.'
#tom hiddleston#loki#loki x ofc#fluffy loki#loki fic#david tennant#jessica chastain#matt murdock#the redbridge hunts
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I am having far too much fun working on "The Quiet Morning at Home" AKA the Matt and Mittens installment for FFTD right now. That is all.
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Had to stop everything to take a minute (or five) to appreciate what a fluffy hot mess Matt’s hair is in this scene.💗
#handsome fluffy duck with the puppy eyes 🥺💗#I truly live for his bedhead okay lol#matt murdock#charlie cox#daredevil
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