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cellophaine · 1 year

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I NEED MATT MURDOCK BENCH PRESSING HIS LOVER SO MUCH PLEASE!!!

Home Gym

Pairing: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

Warning: Fluff.

Author's Note: I hope this is good. Good enough. Decent. Halfway decent. I'll settle for adequate. Anyway, happy weekend!

Share and feedback are welcomed!

GIF Credit: @uuuhshiny

You believed cold mornings were destined to be spent in bed, lounging in the softness of silk sheets next to your boyfriend's warm body. Especially when it was on the weekend. But Matt had another idea. He wanted to head to Fogwell and get a headstart on his day because he knew he would spend the whole day in the apartment once he surrendered.

'You're too distracting. I can't focus when I'm around you,' he said, making your heart race and cheeks flush.

Matt pushed himself off the mattress, revealing the bare expanse of his back. Your eyes greedily drank in the way his muscles rolled with every movement, the way his skin was ghosted with goosebumps as it was exposed to cold air. Before he could leave the bed, you winded a leg around his waist and pulled with all your might. Matt fell back, and you immediately wrapped your limbs around him, trapping him on top of you. A soft chuckle escaped his throat, and you could feel the vibration of it. He shifted as much as you allowed until he faced you with a broad smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He braced himself on his hands, carefully keeping some of his weight off you. You craned your neck, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

"Oh, come on. Stay with me, please?"

Matt smiled ruefully at your plea.

"There's nothing I'd love more, but I already missed yesterday."

As if he could see the pout slowly forming on your lips, he quickly added.

"I won't be gone for long. Then, we'll have the whole day together."

You sighed in resignation, knowing that you would have to physically let him go at one point. An idea sparked in your head. Maybe you could convince him otherwise.

How hard would it be to be a human weight? As it turned out – quite hard. It took you a few tries, but you finally figured it out. You kept your legs straight, your arms fastened to the sides and allowed Matt to hoist you up with his strength. The first rep was hard because you couldn't stop laughing and flailing at how ridiculous it was. With one hand on your back and the other on your ass, he balanced you with his hands splayed. You felt a slow drop and rise with every careful move, accompanied by his grunts of exertion. You breathed softly, trying not to shake so Matt wouldn't drop you. The small gusts of exhales through his mouth brushed lightly on the bare skin on your back as your shirt rose, tickling you. You held it in, trying to keep still.

But you couldn't hold it for long. Your body shook lightly, and even as you kept your lips sealed, you couldn't help a small shake run through your body. From below, Matt grunted, and you could hear all the amusement in his deep baritone.

"I could tell you're laughing, sweetheart."

"I'm trying not to, I swear!"

Despite the delighted chuckle that slipped out, Matt only slowed down. His fingers on your back twitched slightly, and you couldn't hold it anymore.

"Matt I can't keep–"

You could only warn him before slipping out of Matt's grasp. You fell on top of him with a shriek. He groaned; the sound seemed more humour than pain. You immediately got up, frantically searching for injuries.

"I'm so sorry!! Are you okay?"

Matt only laughed softly, pulling you on top of him without a word. His hands found themselves on your lower back and neck, pressing you even closer to him. He pressed a kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, before nudging your head to rest on his chest.

"I'm okay. I'm okay."

He patted your back as if to emphasize his reassurance. You felt the gentle strokes on your hair and relaxed in his hold. You kissed his rib to make up for the fall, your hand absent-mindedly caressing his torso.

"You're right. I should have let you go."

With a resigned sigh, you pushed yourself up but were stopped short as Matt tightened his hold. He closed his eyes, his head tilted back to rest on the floor.

"Stay. Now I'm too comfortable to leave."

Your eyes widened in excitement, and you quickly settled against him. For a while after that, you were intertwined in each other's embrace in Matt's living room with the soft surface of the wool carpet underneath you, indulging in all the time and comfort you needed.

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vixenicks · 2 months

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hello... you may notice you are strapped to a chair infront of a computer screen.... you must either saw off your arms or read two hours worth of mcu influenced daredevil fanon

#daredevil comics #matt murdock #comic matt murdock #skyler posting #if i see one more dark mcu matt fic tagged as murderdock im going to eat rocks #so many awful fucking takes on his character too like #idk! you can always tell when the author just wants to fuck charlie cox and blacked out during half the show #you can headcanon whatever you want i have alot of transfem and aro matt hcs personally #but mcu fans specifically always treat their shit like its gospel and it gets so annoying #wheres the nuance... wheres the media literacy...

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autistic-hc-bracket · 4 months

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Round 2: (The M Round) Miles Morales vs Matt Murdock

Propaganda encouraged!

#autism #autistic #bracket tournament #poll game #autistic headcanon #headcanon #autistic miles morales #miles morales #matt murdock #matt murderdock #marvel comics #daredevil #dd marvel #spiderman #spider man #spiderman into the spiderverse #spiderman itsv

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arcade-writing · 2 years

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Tell me devil

Nsfw 🍋

pairing: Matt Murdock (daredevil) x female!reader

Warning: dom! Matt, punishment kink, a little angst,he's desperate, bondage, manhandling, ripping clothes off, he's too impatient, Marking kink, rough sex, choking kink,pain kink, jealousy, cream pie, degrading, slight heel kink from Matt, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, nipple play, fluff, dirty talk

Your skin felt like the sun. Your embrace melting me to my very bone. Ripping me from any form of protection. Weak. Defenceless. Torn to the very viber of my being. Vunreable to each word that came from your lips. Pure sin. Every syllable dragged me further to the eternal Inferno that was you.

You were the devil in human skin. Offering temptations and lies. Leaving me with lingering burns from the night before. Where you would whisper honey in my ear. Promising I would feel your heat when I woke up but every morning, it was cold.

And yet I kept coming back. The taste of damnation left me starving. I needed you. You were the corruption my soul craved.

Tell me devil. Will you stay? Will you consume me with your light?

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Your relationship with the vigilant Daredevil was one you couldn't put your finger on. He would come to you covered in blood and hissing in pain. Letting you tend to the bruises painting his sculpted body. Eat the dinner you were making, now in the habit of making enough for two. You were a safe house and bussiness partner.

At times you were friends. Letting him walk you home when you had to travel for shopping late at night. Talking about your day and telling him how you were going to spend your weekends.

But there were nights you were lovers. No- it was more carnal than that. Letting him use your body. Taking every brutal thrust. Each demeaning word. Watching his lips part as you struggle to breath, his hand tight around your throat.

You enjoyed every part but you wanted more. You didn't know if it was love. But it was a desire of the purest kind. Wanting his company. His affection. To finally kiss him. That was the one rule you struggled with. Not taking off the mask or asking about his life? Became easy with time. But resisting to pour every emotion you had into one heart breaking kiss? That was true hell.

You wanted him in a way he could never give.

As much as you respected that, you couldn't stop the pain that panged in your chest everytime. You understood that he obviously wasn't interested in that kind of relationship. Not with you. That should be fine. It is fine. But yet you yearned.

Your co-workers could all tell something was wrong. You weren't your usual self lately and decided it would be best to all go out and have drinks together. Catch up and get anything you needed off your chest either about work or your personal life. You happily agreed. You needed a break from your brooding.

You smoothed out your dress as you looked at yourself through the mirror. Frowning as you noticed your dress crinkled around your hips. You swear you just ironed this thing! With a groan you tugged it down. It was shorter than you desired. You couldn't lie, it made you look hot but it wasn't exactly the kind of outing you wanted your ass hanging out. It was far too late to change and at this point you wouldn't know what to wear.

The mere sight of your wardrobe frustrating you as you pulled at your tights. They hung too loosely around your crotch. That's when you heard a rip. You lifted your dress to find a small ladder in your inner thigh. Another groan escaped you as you bit back your anger. Tears stinging your eyes. You couldn't afford to cry - you spent far too long on this eyeshadow to do so.

With a deep breath you forced yourself to calm down. You were going to enjoy tonight. A few things going wrong wasn't going to stop you from having this. You deserved this. You deserve a night out.

You deserved a night without a certain man with red horns.

Matt looked at you as you appeared before him. Hearing the sound of your heels click against the floor from the other room.

You didn't notice him at first, checking yourself in the hallway mirror before freezing. Oh the irony. Now wasn't the time to mope. You rushed towards him with concern in your face. "Devil-! Are you okay?"

You couldn't see any bleeding or cuts on him. He wasn't wearing his usual red padding but instead a simple black shirt. It fit tightly around his chest and arms. You faltered in your steps as you couldn't help but stare.

"I'm not bleeding out if thats what you're referring to."

You snapped out of your daze. Huffing at his tone. Always so snarky. But then it hit you - why is he here then? Usually if he wanted something else he wouldn't wait around on your sofa, he'd come find you.

"Then why are you here?"

"Maybe I just wanted to see you."

You raised a brow, making a noise. He just breathed out a chuckle. That is until he sniffed the air, tilting his head. "You only wear that for special occasions, where are you going?"

"Out, with co-workers."

Propping your foot up, you tried to do the clasp of your heel. Struggling with the finiky strap, the metal on it too stiff. It wasn't very often you dressed up or even put on shoes like this. After a few moments of listening to you struggle, he just smirked. Tapping his chest.

"Let me do it."

For a moment you just stared. Confused but then you understood what he wanted. You just nodded as you pressed your foot to his chest.

You just watched as he grabbed your ankle. He easily pulled the strap through the buckle, meanwhile it would of taken you atleast 5 minutes. He motioned for your other leg and you quickly swap. Your you could see where your heels left a faint footprint on his black shirt.

"I can walk you there, it's not safe going out at this time."

Whilst that would be smart. You don't know how much more of his company you can take. Your gut was already fluttering from just him being here and now he was touching you? You don't know how you were even functioning.

"I- I can handle myself, besides Rick is coming to pick me up."

He was silent. His fingers fiddling with the claps. Testing it's tightness around your ankle as he thought. You've mentioned Rick before, a coworker that you complained about often. At work? He was annoying and wasn't all that good at his job but you have found outside of it, he's a pretty decent guy. Definitely doesn't make up for the hassle he causes though.

You could see how he jaw clenched from under his mask. You wanted to scoff, fighting off a smile. Was he jealous? You knew your relationship was complex but did he even have the right to be? As much as you wanted him to want you in the same way - you two weren't dating. Besides, Rick was the last person he should ever feel jealous of.

"He has a girlfriend."

"That means nothing to me." His hold on your leg got tighter.

"I beat cheaters and liars every week."

"He isn't going to do anything, besides why do you care?"

you tried to remove your foot but his grip on your ankle tightened as he kept it pressed it his chest. "Don't." His voice sounded as if it was coming from the very depths of his gut. Deep and rumbling in his throat.

You stiffened as you looked down at him. He started leaving open mouth kisses as his teeth grazed your skin through your tights. Tugging at them ever so lightly with a deep exhale through his nose.

He had to know what he was doing to you.

But you had to stay strong. This is going to be a Daredevil free night as soon as you leave your apartment. You were going to have fun and maybe even hook up with some random guy. You needed a distraction from him.

"It's for a few drinks, I'll call you if I need you." You said, in hopes he'll let you go.

But he didn't. Just pressing his forehead to your leg. There was a few more beats of silence before he let out a sigh. Finally letting go of your leg. You smiled as you steadied yourself and thanked him. Going to grab your keys, knowing your coworker will be arriving soon.

Suddenly, he was behind you. His hand cupping your jaw as he pulled you back. His mouth latching onto your throat, biting down hard enough to leave a mark. The small wound throbbing as he sucked, lapping his tongue over it.

"Devil-"

"Call me selfish, but I don't want anyone else to touch you."

"Extremely selfish." You breathed out. The throbbing becoming more noticeable as his mouth searched for that sweet spot. His 5' o'clock shadow lightly scratched your skin. You knew he already knew where it was, purposefully avoiding it as he assulted your neck.

Your knees buckle. Falling forward with a loud thud. Your hands clutching at the edges of the door of your apartment. He remained flushed against you, pushing your body further against the door as he began to slowly grind against your ass. He finally latches onto that sweet spot; biting down with a snarl. You groaned as your head fell forward. Pressed against the wooden surface with a small hiss. He kept sucking and biting. Loving the way you squirmed against him.

His free hand roamed to your hips. Easily able to move your dress up. But he didn't stop there, moving it further up to your chest. Taking his sweet time, feeling every crease in the fabric. Letting out a small growl as he felt how small your dress was. How revealing it was. So many places he could mark.

Matt could hear how quick your heartbeat was. Smell your arousal. He knew you wanted this, to have him take you but he needed to hear it. Needed to hear just how desperate you were.

"I'm going to take you, right here, fill you up and leave you with my cum still dripping down your thighs when your little friend arrives." You whimpered. His hand trailing from your chest to your thighs. Sliding a finger from your clothed sex down your leg as he spoke. Mimicking how it'll trail down your skin.

"You want that, don't you? To get treated like a slut, fucked until you can't think, can't walk, you won't even be able to scream as I keep fucking into you."

You could hear the smirk in his voice. Oh you wanted him so bad. You wanted to just let him take you. You needed him. His words were dragging you further from your goal. You wanted to get over him but here he was, whispering all your desires into your ear. He truely was the devil.

"Say it, I know you want to." He tipped your head back so you could finally see him. His hand tracing the letter "D" on your thigh.

Those lips. Such beautiful lips. It took all of you to not go on your tiptoes and kiss him. You really wanted to kiss him.

"Kiss me and I'll say it." You breathed out. Your eyes purley focused on his mouth. He stiffened ever so slightly.

Suddenly, he leaned down and you felt every desire you've held towards the man crash forward. . You were suddenly spun around, your back smacking against the door but any whimper of pain was swallowed by his lips. His hands tugging at your clothes, unable to get you undressed due to how tight everything was. He just snarled as he parted from you.

"Say it." He gasped. Panting as his fingers gripped your thighs. One of his hands went straight to his belt, just needing to hear you say the words and it'll be gone.

"Please, I want you-"

There was a loud rip. Your eyes snapped down to see him ripping your tights just over your clothed sex. His belt came off with a quick snap. You flinched at the noise as a small moan escaped you. Your were spun around once more, pressed against the door as he began to loop the belt around your wrists. Tugging on them tightly as he made sure they were secure. Just for a few seconds you felt him gently tug the restraints checking to make sure they weren't too tight against your skin.

He pulled you by your hips, forcing your back to arch as he pressed himself against your ass. You could feel him twitch in his pants.

Any thoughts you had were ripped from you as a loud smack echoed through the room. You whimpered as your hips bucked.

"I've never liked sharing what's mine." He growled. Giving your ass another harsh smack. "You just wanted to get fucked, didn't you? Hoping someone would take you home."

"Y-yes-!" You whined out.

Another smack came down. "But they'd never feel as good as I do - none of them would treat you the way you deserve."

"Like a fucking slut." He sent one last smack to your ass, stronger than the others. You choked out a gasp. Unable to ground yourself as he smoothed his hands over his markings. Your wrists tugging at the restraints.

"Daredevil-" before you could even finish your plea his hand wrapped around your throat. Squeezing just enough that you could still breathe but the pressure was still there.

"Matt, remember that name, it'll be the only one you'll be screaming out."

He kept his hand around your throat as he used his other hand to reach around you. Feeling you through your underwear, humming with a smug grin as he felt how wet you were. Cupping your pussy as he gave it a gentle squeeze. Rubbing two fingers up and down before one found your clit. Rubbing it slowly as you twitched.

Each time you moaned his grip on your throat got tighter. Pressing down on your clit with more pressure as he did tight circles. When he finally moved your underwear to the side he used his thumb to rub your sensative bud. Finally having contact made your hips buck. His finger prodding your entrance before easily slipping in.

"I wonder how many I could fit." He breathed out. Chuckling as you mewled. "Two? Maybe three considering how soaked you are for me - I've hardly done anything to you."

He pushed in another finger. Fucking them into you with deep thrusts. Curling them against your inner walls. You just choked on your own moans as you began to feel light headed. Eyes fluttering as he squeezed harder. Clenching around his fingers tight.

"Matt- please -" you wheezed out. His grip became lighter and you greedily sucked in air.

But the man just kept fucking into you. Moving his thumb faster against your clit. Finally pressing a third finger inside, it was a snug fit. Unable to fit it in as fully as the other two but you were still surprised. Usually you'd need more prep to fit that many. Espically of his fingers, they were thicker and longer than yours.

Each wet squelch made you squirm. Heat rising to your face. It was so loud. He just smiled as he moved his hand faster. Wanting to hear more. Your eyes rolled back at the sudden change. Your head falling to the door as he finally removed his hand from your throat. Just barely able to support yourself up. His hand now between you two, pulling himself out of his pants.

As soon as his hand was removed from your sex you let out a loud whine. He just turned to to face him as he pulled you to his chest. Helping you loop your bound arms around his neck. Using one hand to nudge your thighs. You wrapped one around his hip and he lifted the other. Supporting you against the door, using one hand to align himself with your entrance. Groaning as he sunk deeper.

His lips found yours in a battle of teeth and tongue. Hungrily swallowing each noise that left your quivering lips as he pounded into you. Giving you no time to prepare yourself. His hold on your thighs were so tight you were sure you'd have bruises. Your heels dug into his back and it only made him groan. Loving the pain you gave him. Each time you pushed him deeper inside he felt his cock twitch.

Your nails dug into his shirt. Gripping onto him for dear life as you cried out. His pace was brutal and unrelenting. Each loud slap of your bodies meeting only made you whine.

"Matt-"

He parted from you. Raising a brow. "What was that, sweetheart?" He heard what you said but he couldn't help but tease.

"Matt- Please - please I need you-"

"Say my name over and over again and, once you think you've said it loud enough, scream it. I want the whole neighborhood to know who's making you feel good."

That made you let out a sinfully loud moan. Tugging at his shirt as your back arched. Bouncing up and down at the force of his thrusts. Only able to cry out his name like a prayer. Squealing in utter ecstasy as his thumb made its place back on your clit. Going hard and fast as your body was being rushed to its climax. You sobbed as it felt so good. Bending down to kiss him again and he happily met you half way.

It felt so good to finally be able to do this. For months you've wanted to feel his lips on yours. It felt like a dream. Kissing him. Moaning out his name. His REAL name.

"OH FUCK- MATT YES-!" You were torn him his lips as he hit that special spot. He immediately shifted his hips so he hit it everytime. The thick head of his cock kissing your G-spot with each thrust as he continued his assault on your clit.

You were completely unaware of the person behind the door. Frozen in shock with hand raised to knock. But Matt knew. He could hear the heartbeat of the man outside. Rapidly beating as he took in the sounds of you.

"Who's fucking you like this? Who's gonna make you cum?"

"You, Matt! Only you--"

"Louder." He growled. Biting down on your throat as you screamed.

"MATT! ITS YOU! FUCKING ME SO GOOD- MAKING ME YOUR SLUT- KEEP GOING PLEASE-!"

As soon as Matt heard the rushed footsteps disappear he let go of your throat. Grinning at the large red spot now blanketing over the endless hickeys he gave you. With that you were thrown over the edge. Clenching hard around his cock as your vision turned white. Mewling as he kept fucking you through your high. Overstimulation hitting you like a hurricane as he kept rubbing your clit. You just fluttered around him as you sobbed.

"I'm going to fill you up, make sure everyone knows who you belong to."

You couldn't stop yourself. The feeling was overwhelming. Stuttering out his name as you tried to warn him but it was too late. Liquid squirted out, gushing all over his cock. He faltered for only a few seconds before licking his lips.

"Oh, you're doing that again."

He went back to his brutal pace. Still overstimulating you as he used one hand to pull down the top of your dress. Hearing the fabric stretch almost threatening to rip. Freeing your breasts as he felt the Lacey bra you were wearing. He wish he knew the colour. Was it red? Were you wearing a matching set? Random? Was it new? Old? Did you put it on hoping to show it off to him?

In the end he couldn't dwell on it. Pulling the bra over your breasts so he could get to your nipple. Latching his lips onto your perked bud. Grazing his teeth along it as he gently tugged. You bucked your hips as tears streamed down your face. Ruining your makeup. You were sure the lipstick you had on was already smudged.

Another flood hit you as you squirted again. Soaking his cock completely. A damp spot was on his shirt from how furious it was. You closed your eyes as his hips stuttered. Finally reaching his peak as he moaned around your bud. Nuzzling his face into your chest as he sucked on the skin. Giving another hickey just between your breasts as he fucked his load into you. Thick ropes painting your insides as he kept you flushed against him.

You squeezed every last drop out of him. Your body trembling as he slowly put you to the ground. Holding you up as he pushed two fingers inside you. Keeping his cum inside before putting your underwear over your cunt. Moving your clothes back to where they belong. Smoothing out any creases whilst you panted. Latching onto him as he was the only thing holding you up.

"Say something, sweetheart."

You couldn't. Your voice was dead. Your head was so foggy as could only give him a lob sided smile. Completely blissed out. You gave him a high pitched noise as he undid the belt around your wrists.

He just shook his head. Helping you stumble over to the sofa, caressing the exposed skin of your back. He reached out for the couch. Able to find it quickly as his leg bumped into it. Matt laid down as he pulled you ontop of him. Hugging you as you sniffled. Still twitching and shaking.

"Did so amazing, so perfect for me." He whispered. You just nuzzled your face into his neck with a timid smile. Slowly drifting off to sleep as you hummed. Completely forgetting what you planned to do tonight. Wanting nothing more than to stay in his arms.

And Matt stayed. Each time he visited he found it harder to go. Staying with you longer and longer until he left just a few seconds before you woke up. This time, he let himself drift off with you. Relishing in the heat your body provided.

When you woke up, still warm and tight in his embrace you just smiled. Going back to sleep unable to stop the way your heart was pounding. Hoping his heart was racing as much as yours.

#matt murderdock #matt murdock x reader #daredevil #daredevil netflix #daredevil x y/n #daredevil x reader #matt x reader #daredevil headcanon #matt murdock headcanon

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jaymicrosoft · 2 years

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The crew plays Twister! The first mistake is letting Y/n play

Frank: *spins the twister wheel* right hand green

Everyone places one of their hands on green.

10 mins later

Karen: Okay now what color cause I really wanna get this over with since I'm basically breaking my back and Matt's practically dead. I don't want to have to keep telling Matt where to place his hands and feet.

Frank: it's Y/n's turn

Y/n: *Spins the wheel* left foot red

Y/n: *looks at matt*

Y/n: * proceeds to kick matt in the balls*

Matt:* falls on the ground clutching his groin

Y/n: Do I win?

Frank, Karen, Foggy: *yelling and checking on matt.

#matt murderdock #matt murderdock x reader #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock fanfic #karen page #foggy nelson #foggy nelson x reader #frank castle headcanon #frank castle headcanons

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priswrites · 2 years

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MATT MURDOCK HEADCANON

ABOUT HIMSELF

HIM AS A BROTHER

HIM AS A BEST FRIEND

HIM AS A FRIEND W FEELINGS/BENIFITS

HIM AS A BOYFRIEND

HIM AS A HUSBAND

HIM AS A FATHER

18+ HEADCANONS

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amazing-spiderling · 5 months

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Favorite Murderdock headcanon? :D

It's canon that in E-65 the Beatles are still alive and producing music as a band (so presumably their post-band careers do not exist). Gwen actually gives Miles a USB of music from her earth at some point which is HONESTLY??? the kind of multiverse stuff I'd like to see happen more.

That being said, I have amused myself imagining Gwen encountering Matt as some point post-main series and chucking an mp3 player full of 616 music at him and being like, "Here, listen to Imagine and maybe you'll calm down." I kind of like the idea of her reaching out to him with like, the one *positive* thing they have in common and him begrudgingly accepting and appreciating it.

#THANKS FOR THE ASK #murderdock #spider-gwen #earth-65

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murdockmeta · 11 months

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Murderdock Headcanons

That I consider canon lol

Matt's hands and feet are always so fucking cold

Matt doesn't like to be touched (honestly this is kinda canon with him cutting Miles simply because he grabbed Matt's arm in a non threatening way)

Matt was laying there amongst the bodies of the ninja after Stick died because he was bleeding out and he was waiting to die

Matt is asexual (I specifically see him as being sex-positive, I think he enjoys it but he sees it more as a tool to get things from others or to manipulate them. He sees it as something that is useful for things like stress relief or pent up energy but it's not something he actively seeks out)

Matt has scars. Like a LOT of scars that cover his whole body. Some mar his skin but most you can't see unless the light catches them just right.

To further on the above: I think some of these are self harm scars

Matt has heavy scarring around his eyes, right where the chemicals directly contacted his skin, and that's why he's depicted wearing bigger glasses to cover more of his face

Matt struggles with eating, he'll easily forget or just won't eat for extended periods

To expand on the above: I think the hand probably starved him as forms of punishment, and he also grew up impoverished, so he's really not used to eating regularly or consistently

Matt likes it when he takes his glasses off and it makes people uncomfortable, he thinks they deserve it and it gives him a bit of a power trip

Gwen's dad was the responding officer during the accident that blinded Matt (def stole this from a @/ask-nelsonandmurderdock comic and adopted it straight into my canon)

Matt hates guns, they irritate him and he hates how loud they are

He has a default way of speaking that makes him come off as stuck up (I mean he kinda is so)

He's an extremely light sleeper

He has various canes with different weapons/uses hidden in them (one with a katana, one with a tantō, one that breaks apart v similar to 616!matts, probably more)

He knows so many of Tony Stark's ex-wives because he's the only lawyer that's won any case against the team of lawyers Tony has on retainer in a divorce suit

Matt is left-handed. Between the nuns and being raised by the hand, he's become ambidextrous, but his left is his more dominant

Matt will sometimes inadvertently pray while he's meditating. It's due to the different prayers he had to memorize as a kid, he's trying to clear his mind while meditating and sometimes they just slip into his thoughts as a repetitive act that keeps him calm and focused

Matt will stand eerily still, like you-can't-tell-he's-breathing you-swear-he-doesn't-even-blink kinda still, he doesn't usually even notice that he's doing it

I could go on and on cause I literally NEVER stop thinking about this slimy bastard but that's where I'll stop for now :)

#murderdock my beloved #murderdock #earth 65 #e65 #violence #suicidal thoughts #attempted suicide #matt murderdock #earth 65 matt murdock #self harm #here queues... daredevil!

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Matt Murdock (Murderdock and Fratt)

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bellaxgiornata · 6 months

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I've fallen into the Earth 65 Kingpin!Matt aka "Matt Murderdock" rabbit hole

If you're familiar with his story, as my go-to Reader/Matt author I'd like to know what your headcannons are with this Evil Matty and the Reader 🙇

I'm honestly flattered you consider me your go-to Matt/Reader author 🥺 I've been having a pretty rough past week and honestly that made my day to read so thank you! ❤️

As for Murderdock, I know of him but only very little, unfortunately. I have been slowly making my way through some of the Daredevil comics, but I have been wanting to read some others and that includes ones with Murderdock. So if anyone wants to point me to some good specific issues with him, I would happily go check them out!

But omg this is such a good ask and I wish I could give you some headcanons! 😭 I just need to read about him more first!

#bella answers #im not very familiar with murderdock #but i am absolutely wanting to read about him

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devils-dares · 1 year

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📝 can i get some murderdock shopping spree fluff!! just living that lavish lifestyle please i need it for my mental well-being 🔫😁

SCRAW 🦅🦅🦅

okay so i'm thinking that you make some offhand comment that you were in need of some clothes and when you go to bed he plans the entire day out for you.

anyways you guys get to the stores, stores you've never even heard the name of.

he steers you into all of these stores, not leaving until there's at least a bag hanging off his arm.

you tell him midday that you think you're done, making an offhanded comment that you've spent enough of his money.

"nonsense, my angel, i could never spend enough on you."

he's sure to make you well aware he doesn't plan on having any spending limits on you

wanna try something on? he's right there with you in the dressing room, feeling every inch on fabric covering your body

he says it's to make sure the fabric isn't too harsh on him, but you know he's only doing it to feel you up when every single article of clothing passed the test.

he loves taking you out to places where you dress up with all your new clothes and he can hear the heartrates of other people raise in the room.

"you looking beautiful, darling"

"how can you tell?"

"that group at the bar? all of their hearts are racing at the mere sight of you"

he wraps his arm around your waist from the back and peppers kisses all over your cheek and neck

long story short, he loves taking you shopping!

#matt murdock #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock headcanons #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x male!reader #matt murdock x male reader #matt murderdock #murderdock #600 follower celebration #maggie my beloved #dev writes

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cellophaine · 1 year

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i dont know if you listen to lana del rey but MATT MURDOCK AND SAD GIRL BY LANA DEL REY

i need a fic based on this like i have been listening to it non stop and i cant stop thinking on him so a matt murdock angst fic with fluff with a lil smut?

Sad Girl

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut.

Author's Note: This fic is brought to you by delusion and denial. The song has a big influence, but I made a few tweaks. Italics are flashbacks.

To Anon: yes I do listen to Lana! Quite religiously 🫣 If you read through the fic names in my masterlist, you'll see some of Lana's song titles.

Share and feedback are welcomed!

GIF Credit

"Sooo … how's it going with the guy you're seeing?"

Over the rim of your cup, you cast your watchful eyes at your friend as you took a sip of your steamed drink. Mindy's inquisitive gaze bored into you, pawing and prodding at the film of protection you projected on the particular topic. You had expected her to ask about Matt since that was where you left off the last time you saw her three months ago, even though she was your closest friend. The way you left it wasn't positive in your friend's eyes, so this time, she was adamant about the two of you catching up. You couldn't hide from her anymore, even if you tried.

You bit into the side of your cheek before releasing it; your eyes briefly darted away from Mindy's face before answering.

"It's… good."

Mindy arched a brow at your drawn-out 'good', waiting patiently as she expected you to divulge.

"It's really good. Same old, you know?"

She nodded, her eyes slightly narrowed in a way that seldomly meant something good.

"Does that mean you're still stuck in the … grey area?"

You placed your drink down a little harsher than necessary, striking a sharp sound on the delicate saucer.

"I'm not 'stuck'. It's not even a grey area; it's black and white. I chose this."

She had struck a nerve, and you didn't want to admit that to yourself.

"So you chose to be in an ambiguous relationship with a man who doesn't seem to care that much about you? Who only hits you up when he needs someone to warm his bed?"

Your casual, friends-with-benefits relationship with Matt had gone on for well over eight months. At the very beginning, you both agreed on strictly no strings attached. He would come over, you would fuck, and at the end, he would leave. It started out as a once-in-a-while thing, then once a week, and now it had almost become a nightly basis. Your closet stored some of his comfy and formal clothes, your bathroom cabinet held his own hygiene items, and your pantry was stocked with his favourite teas. Matt had slept over so often that you felt like your place was his, too. Even your first aid kit got an upgrade as you equipped it with stuff you wouldn't need yourself so you could be more prepared for any injuries he might have. You knew Matt was Daredevil, knowing the danger he might face every night. It wasn't something he could hide from you. Not for as long as Matt tried to, anyway. After your discovery of Daredevil and Matt's acceptance of the fact that you knew, you started patching him up when his nights got rough, and he began to ask for your help more often. On those nights when his injuries weren't so grave, his fucking would get rougher as the extension of his waning wrath.

"No! You're wrong. It's not like that at all. He cares about me …."

You trailed off when the doubt crept in, making you unsure of yourself. Mindy caught on to your hesitation and gave you a concerned gaze. You couldn't help it, but you wanted to prove your friend wrong. After all, it only happened three weeks ago, and the memory was still fresh in your mind.

Your boss was in a particular mood that day. He scrapped the entirety of your careful research and made you go down the police station all the way in Brooklyn to obtain the paper documents yourself. You barely made it out of work and into a cab before eleven, slouching in the back seat as the toll of the day took over. Your feet ached from the heels, and your body was riddled with tension. You were so exhausted that once you came home, you headed straight for the shower to wash off the grime and sweat; the melody of your wind chime outside on the fire escape didn't even register in your ears. After the much-needed cleanse, you settled on the couch with greasy takeout and put on your show. You didn't even notice how the wind chime had gone quiet, turning into a gentle tune momentarily before three dull knocks on the window pane startled you.

Your attention turned to the window, recognizing the silhouette outside. You only realized then that you had forgotten to take the wind chime in – the form of communication you used to signal that you were waiting for him. The melody had almost become a permanent fixture on your fire escape. You hurried to the window and ushered Matt in.

"Sorry, I totally forgot that you were coming."

You felt guilty of your own forgetfulness for giving him a false signal, but a small part of you didn't. You wanted him to stay, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask him to. It felt like a violation of your agreement. And yet, you desperately did not want to be alone that night. All the turmoil in your head quickly evaporated as Matt closed the distance, discarding his mask before he reached you and pulled you in by your waist. He planted a hungry kiss on your lips, slowly smouldering to a lingering touch. You would be lying if you said his impatience didn't turn you on. You pulled away from him, feeling embarrassed when you remembered the chow mein you had, but Matt didn't seem to mind.

"What was that for?"

Your eyes drank in the messed up hair, the glossy unsighted eyes focused a lower point on your face, and the easy smile tugged at a corner of his plump, just-kissed lips. Everything added to the boyish charm you had come to love.

"It's been a while since I last saw you. I missed you."

His confession and the way he said it with a soft smirk made you melt. Matt wasn't one for sentimental statements, but when he was in the mood for it, he always knew how to make you weak in the knees. No matter how true the admission was, he knew you knew that this was no more than a casual arrangement. Crossing the boundaries was something of a figment.

"It's only been three days."

"I know. And I still missed you all the same."

He stepped even closer, slotting one leg between your open stance before slanting his lips over yours. You couldn't help but lean into the kiss and moan; your body arched into his embrace out of second nature. His soft lips found the pulse on your neck and sucked, marking the smooth skin there as if he deemed that it was missing his mark. His hands started pulling on your clothes, making your mind run wild with the possibilities of the night. But your muscles' cry for rest was louder. For the second time that night, you gingerly pulled away from his warm embrace, and the crestfallen look on his face once you had distanced yourself almost made you regret it.

"Is something wrong?"

He asked gently. None of the whining and all of the genuine concern. You sighed, running your hands over your face.

"It's not you. It's me. I had a pretty … shitty day at work, and I … I don't feel like doing this right now."

You quickly added.

"I hope that's okay."

His immediate response untied the knot in your belly.

"Of course it's okay. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. You know that, right?"

You lowered your gaze to the ground; your voice was small and quiet.

"I do, I just don't want to disappoint you, that's all."

Matt placed a hand under your chin, lifting your face so you could look at him.

"You could never disappoint me, no matter what."

You clasped a hand around the wrist that was hovering over your collarbone. With all the courage you could muster, you begrudgingly gave voice to the inescapable outcome of the night.

"Well, I guess I'll… see you later?"

His brows furrowed as if you were speaking a language he didn't know.

"What do you mean? You're not getting rid of me that easily."

In a fell swoop, Matt picked you up. He walked to the couch, gently laid you down on the plush surface and told you to stay still. You watched with wide eyes as he disappeared into your bathroom. You heard the water running, then shutting off, and Matt appeared only to vanish into your bedroom. You peeked over the couch as you heard him rummaging around what sounded like your bedside table, helping himself to its content. Eventually, he left the bedroom with your body oil mist. You braced yourself on your elbows, apprehensive and confused, when Matt asked you to remove your sweats.

"I'm just going to give you a massage. No funny business, I promise."

He urged you to lay back as he carefully folded your clothes and put them on the armchair nearby. He loosened the knots in your muscles, kneading at your sore limbs. His hands worked with so much tenderness and patience, smoothing the oil over your skin, making sure you were relaxed and comfortable. You practically melted into the couch once he was done with you, feeling the tension had long ebbed away.

You sighed happily; the touch of appreciation sweetened your voice.

"Thank you for that."

"You don't have to thank me. I'm here for you."

Matt smiled fondly at you, which deepened the crinkles around his eyes. And then, there was a brief moment of hesitation, as if he didn't know if he should say what he wanted to say.

"Do you want me to leave?"

He finally asked, his voice soft. The question seemed so small, yet, it made your heart soar, sending a familiar serotonin rush through your veins.

"No. Stay with me, please."

Matt slid onto the couch with you, cuddling you from behind. The space was a little cramped, but you were grateful for it for the way his body pressed up against you underneath the cozy blanket. The two of you watched your favourite show together. Still, you didn't pay much attention to it as your mind tried to soak up as much of this feeling as possible until you fell asleep. When you woke the next morning, he wasn't there. Yet, something felt different now that you had a taste of what it was like to be on the other side of the thorned fence.

Despite the "developement", you still felt unsure. And Mindy could tell that.

"If he cared about you like that, why haven't you made it official? Is there something holding you back?"

You bit your lip, your head lowered as you still tether at the edge of acceptance of your situation after an even more recent event.

"Actually, yeah …"

You thought you knew him better than most people did, but maybe, it was you who knew the least of all. You thought about last week when you were tasked with writing a piece on the new up-and-coming law firm in the middle of Hell's Kitchen that took down Wilson Fisk.

It was all a coincidence, but you didn't mind getting to observe Matt on a professional level. The business plate on the wall outside looked new and polished, contrary to the inside. The building was a little dingy but functional. When Foggy Nelson welcomed you into the small office, the sight you saw was all but welcoming. The glass panes did nothing to conceal the view of Matt being awfully cozy with a gorgeous woman, who you knew was Karen Page. She straightened his tie, and Matt was saying something to her, his soft lips close to the crown of her head. Karen laughed at his words, and in return, an easy smile spread across his face. The intimate scene made you feel like you were intruding on the two of them just by looking in. A lump formed in your throat, but you swallowed it down. It was no time for personal feelings and thoughts.

Still, the unpleasant feeling simmered and stayed with you throughout the interview until the very end. When the photographer showed up to take their photos for the newspaper, you bore witness to their intimacy once more. It was obvious to anyone that there was something between them, whether it was in the past or present. The way they held each other before your observant eyes manifested into something tangible that you could touch and couldn't compare. Their bond was something deeper than your relationship. That only aggravated your stubborn jealousy and how ashamed you felt afterward for feeling such fierce possessiveness over someone who wasn't even yours. He never was, never had been, and never would be. What you had was a casual agreement, and that was all to it. But you had to go ahead and fall for him.

The look on Mindy's face after you told her about Matt and Karen was one you knew too well. It was of pity, and you hated being on the receiving end.

"It sounds like he might have something going on with that woman. After all, you didn't agree to be mutually exclusive."

She took hold of your hand, giving it a squeeze as if to soften the blow she was about to deliver.

"I think you should reconsider your relationship. Being the other woman is not worth it, no matter how good in bed he is."

You couldn't stop the frown that formed on your lips, but you could control the trembling that almost broke in your lower lip. You jerked your hand away as if Mindy's touch seared you with shame. Your voice shook as your defensiveness raised itself around you.

"You don't know him like I do, okay? Stay out of it. I don't need your sage advice."

I don't need you to tell me how wrong I am. You wanted to say. You knew that already. Saying that out loud would mean admitting you were wrong about Matt, about the two of you, and about everything.

You grabbed your bag from the chair and walked out of the coffee shop, ignoring Mindy's calls. Your nose felt stung from the unshed tears, from the weight of your friend's words. You knew she only wanted good things for you, but she was wrong. She must be.

Even then, in your heart, you weren't so sure.

That night, you didn't think Matt would come. But you were thankful that he did. The moment you heard his familiar steps on the stairs, making his way up to you, you were already at the window, practically pulling Matt in once he reached you. You didn't even wait until he got even footing on the floor to kiss him senselessly, drawing a surprised gasp from him. He didn't seem to mind and quickly reciprocated. Moments later, your clothes were shed, letting your bare skin and laboured breaths fill the silence. Matt's hands ran all over your curves appreciatively, his lips tangled with yours fervently. He whispered on your lips when you parted to breathe.

"I missed you."

You heard that, Mindy? He said he missed me.

"I missed you too."

Your words drawled into a soft moan as he took your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled slightly. His hand settled on your ass, urging you to jump into his arms like you always would, and you did. The proof of his need for you pressed against your stomach, hard and unyielding. Matt shifted you in his arms, and you used the movement to graze your slick core around his shaft. Your arousal smeared on his length, and you couldn't stop the gasp at the feeling of him so close to your entrance. Matt found your bedroom easily and fell onto the soft sheets with you. You scuttled back to make room, and he followed you. You held yourself up by your elbows; a shiver ran through your body as you watched him stroke his cock a few times before teasing your entrance. His tip touched your wet folds, dragging and spreading the slickness along the slit. He stimulated your clit with his velvet head, and you whimpered at how good it felt. As you parted your lips to tell him to stop teasing you, he plunged in without warning, and the complaint from your throat became a blissed moan.

Matt stopped for a moment after fully sheathed inside you, his face tilted towards yours, allowing you to drink in the pure euphoria on his face. His mouth was open-slacked, his brows curved up in an acute focus of relief, his unsighted eyes lost in the heaven you shared. You rocked your hip to meet his, only to be stopped with his hands on your waist, his hold tight, but not enough to leave bruises.

"If you keep moving like that, I won't last very long."

You nudged your heel against his ass, and your thighs squeezed his hips like an invitation.

"I don't care. I need you. Please."

Something shifted in him when you begged, and your prayer was answered with a withdrawal and hard thrust of his hips. You cried out, letting yourself fall back on the mattress and allowing Matt to pound into you. Each delicious thrust brought you closer to the edge, but you used all of your willpower to hold on. You wanted to finish with him. Matt's body covered yours as he nudged your head to rest on the crook of his arm. He caged you in, encompassing you in a cocoon that was him. His fingers wove into your hair, pulling the strands slightly to draw out your moans. His face hovered over yours, and with the barely-there distance, you felt like you were observing a piece of art reserved for your eyes only. Matt was all-consuming, demanding your attention and submission in every sense possible. All you saw was his beautiful face, all you heard was his lustful cries, and all you felt was his fullness inside you, stealing your breaths. You succumbed to him fully, worshipping him with everything that was attached to your mortal shell.

Your cries of pleasure intertwined with his created a beautiful melody of primal desires. Your hands clawed at his back, without a doubt making marks. Matt only groaned louder at the claim you made on his back, enjoying the pain you inflicted on him. As you neared your end, your core clenched hard, and his thrusts only got rougher at the tell-tale sign of your finish line. You could feel how close he was with the way his pace stuttered. You took hold of his chin, and Matt took a brief moment to kiss your thumb.

"Let go. I've got you."

You whispered breathlessly as his deep strokes made it hard to talk. Matt drew your thumb into his mouth and bit on it, but it did little to muffle his grunts of release. The feeling of him filling you up triggered your own orgasm as you came with him. The white-hot pleasure made you arch your back, making your pebbled nipples graze his broad chest. Matt's hand came down to grope at one breast, massaging and playing with your nipple, making you gasp, moan, and writhe at the sensation. He dipped his head to the hardened peak and soothed its ache with the warmth of his mouth as if to apologize for the lack of attention he paid. When you finally came down from the high, Matt whisked you into a breathless, lingering kiss as if he never wanted it to end. You happily reciprocated, and at that moment, it really felt like he might have feelings for you.

A little while later, after Matt had helped you settle in bed and fetched you some water, he slipped into the spot beside you, nudging your head to rest on his chest. His fingers caressed your arm, raising goosebumps on your skin. You played with the ridges of his abs; your blissful mind ran wild with all the possibilities and hypotheses. You felt something different tonight, just like that night when he cuddled you to sleep.

"Hey, I was wondering …."

He hummed in reply, waiting for you to continue.

"We've been doing this for a while, and I … I wonder if anything has changed."

His hand still kept a steady rhythm on your arm.

"What has changed?"

"Us. Our relationship."

Matt turned his face towards you, and your heart chipped a little at the confusion. He took a moment before answering you.

"We both agreed on being strictly casual. So … no, nothing has changed."

The crack on your heart turned into splinters that kept falling down like a flimsy house of cards, and you weren't fast enough to catch all the pieces. Of course, Mindy was right. You were such a fool. How could you hope for something different after all this time?

"Where was my memo on this thing?"

Matt chuckled softly, seeming to please with the little joke he made. Even though his body was warm, you only felt colder than ever. You slowly removed yourself from him as if Matt had grown thorns, and every movement hurt. Once you left the bed, Matt braced himself on one elbow, an easy, nonchalant, suggestive air about him.

"Are you freshening up for round two?"

You sighed heavily.

"No, I'm tired, and I would like to go to bed."

When Matt didn't say anything, you quickly added.

"Besides, I have to get up early tomorrow."

It was not exactly the truth, but a half-lie would do just fine. It seemed like Matt got the hint as he got up and searched for his scattered clothes on the floor. Once decent, he made his way to you at the window sill; his hand reached out to touch your elbow.

"Are we okay?"

He asked with a touch of hesitation. You huffed an indulgent chuckle.

"Yes. We're okay. I've had a long day, with a lot to think about."

You forced yourself to smile, even though he couldn't see it. It was more for you, so you wouldn't physically surrender to the turmoil inside. Matt kissed your cheek softly, and you did everything not to avoid his affection.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

He left your apartment with the promise, one that you wouldn't blame him for not keeping. You stayed up until the morning, and throughout the day, you allowed everything Mindy said to torment you, driving and twisting the knife further until your heart was a mangled, broken piece of decoration in your chest. And you knew you deserved every single cut. You weren't stupid; you knew that you were in the wrong. You were blinded by the possibility of Matt reciprocating your feelings that you were all too happy to be the other woman despite all the red lights. But the answer he gave you last night was definite. There was no future for the two of you that wouldn't end in a crash and burn.

That night, your fire escape was dead quiet for the first time in months. You were home; Matt could tell by the rhythm of your heart inside your cozy place. No matter how many times he called your name and knocked on your window, you wouldn't welcome him in like you usually would. Matt left the bundle of flowers he brought you at your fire escape that night. They would stay where they were as he felt them wither away every night until they ceased to exist.

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