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goldenlikedayl1ght · 11 hours

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matilda - m. murdock

a/n: hey guys i have back pain and i have daddy issues so i wanted to write a quick blurb about it. so. sorry if you guys cant particularly relate to this one it's for me <3 warnings: ANGST, reader cries a lot, probably cursing, lots of daddy issues, lots of being upset, mentions of fathers being drunk, matt picks up the reader but matt in my brain can lift like 250+ so, uhhhh i don't know guys just angst and daddy issues ! word count: 1.2k summary: you have daddy issues and back pain. matt does his best to help. pairing: matt murdock x gn!reader now playing: matilda - harry styles "i don't believe that time will change your mind/in other words, I know they won't hurt you anymore/as long as you can let them go"

Matt finds you on the floor of the kitchen, your knees hugged against your chest. He is so tired, bruises starting to really hurt after sitting all purple and blue on his ribs and his arms. He’s just in his boxers his hair damp from a shower.

You are just in a pair of boxers and a muscle tee. Your knuckles are white, and you are staring into space in the most literal definition. It’s four a.m. You are a twenty something year old adult, you have not slept in your mother’s bed in years.

And yet, you feel like a child.

And your back is fucking killing you.

Matt sits next to you on the kitchen floor, goosebumps shooting up his skin as his feet and palms feel the cold, rough tile floor. His hand finds your arm and gently rubs his thumb against your skin.

“What’re you doing on the floor, sweetheart?” His voice is low and thick with sleep. He is so tired, that his words aren’t nearly as poetic, sappy or flirtatious as he wants them to be (maybe not all at once, but he most certainly wished they were better than that).

You consider lying to him for a moment. Really, you do. You could tell him that the floor is just more comfortable, that you want him to fuck you right here against the tiles, that you just could not sleep, that there is nothing deeper than a busy brain that cannot calm down.

“My dad called me while you were away.” You tell him, your voice soft. Matt will be able to hear it no matter how loudly or quietly you say it. And at your confession, he tenses. He has a complicated relationship with your father, but his relationship is calm compared to the raging waters that make up how you feel about the man.

“Okay,” he starts, rubbing your arm gently. “And what did he say?”

You blink.

“Nothing. Nothing that should have made me feel like this.” You tell him, a horrible taste in your mouth. From what, you do not know. Matt doesn’t respond right away, waiting for you to tell him more. “He was drunk.” You say quietly.

“Oh.” He knows you don’t drink. He knows you have a very complicated relationship with substances. “I can understand why that might be upsetting..” he tries, and you shake your head, your face twisting into frustration, anger, and perhaps a hint of sadness.

“He’ll never change.” You whisper, too afraid to be any louder, too afraid that maybe from miles and miles away, your father will hear you. That maybe if you say it any louder, it won’t be a secret anymore, and that you’ll start crying if you say it any louder. “He’ll never ever change.” You say, and your head turns to look at him.

And you stare at the man that you love, and you stare and stare, and you think about Jack Murdock who loved his son so much that he was willing to die for him to have a better life, that he was entirely selfless when it came to the person you are lucky enough to call yours.

And you think about how your father wants nothing to do with you. He never did. Not really.

That’s when you start to cry.

It starts with a few tears rolling down your cheeks, salty and fat, as if they hold all of the memories your brain has locked away to protect you. Then, the tears come out faster, and faster, until you are choking on your own breath, racking with sobs. Matt’s arms are around you in an instant.

He pulls you close to him, and you feel bad for getting tears all over his skin. He’ll tell you it’s his fault for wearing just briefs. He pulls you into his lap, and while you cry into his neck, his hand comes down to your back and slips under your shirt, gently rubbing it up and down.

You twitch at the feeling, your back still aching as you sit with him, the pain contributing to your tears. Matt’s lips kiss your forehead, and he just holds you for a long time. Your breathing becomes short with how violently you’re sobbing.

“Hey, easy..” he says softly before he tilts your head up to look at him. “Your breathing isn’t healthy. Come on, watch me,” and he takes deep breathes in and out, expecting you to copy his attempts. When you’re finally at a point where you an breath on your own, Matt begins wiping your tears gently.

“Sorry…” You say quietly. He just shushes you softly and leans in to kiss your cheek.

“You never have to apologize for your emotions.” He promises, “I love you so much. I am so sorry he’s like that,” and now Matt is crying and he’s not sure why, but you feel awful about it, so your shaky hands come up to wipe his tears and he wants to laugh at your attempt at gentleness because he wonders how often you were shown the same kindness and his heart aches at the most realistic answer.

“Honey, you never have to worry about him again. You made it out, he can’t hurt you anymore..” He tells you, and you try to believe him. “You’ll never feel anything except safe and loved, I promise.” He says quietly, before leaning in to kiss you gently. “Is there anything else?” He senses that you are in physical pain too. Partially because he can tell by how your jaw clenches that you are tense, but even without his super senses, he just knows you aren’t feeling well.

He knows you too well.

“My back is killing me.” You confess, and he frowns. “And my head now.” Your head always hurts after crying.

“Okay,” He nods, “Hold tight,” and somehow, your fucking angel of a man picks you up off the floor and carries you to bed. He steps away only to grab you a glass of water and some Advil. You take it quietly, chugging the water before he sits on the bed next to you.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You whisper, still upset, but so so grateful. He just smiles sadly and leans in to kiss you gently. Then, he pulls away to ask,

“How about I give you a quick back massage and then we get to bed? You must be tired. I know I am.” You sigh and nod, shifting so you’re laying on your stomach.

Matt leans down and kisses your shoulder before whispering, “I meant it you know. You made it out. You’re safe. You’re loved.”

And even without being a human lie detector like him, you can tell he’s telling the truth. It makes you cry more, but Matt stays to wipe the tears away. He’ll always stay. And he’ll always tell you as much when you need the reminder.

You’re safe.

You’re loved.

These words echo in your brain as you drift off to sleep, Matt holding you close, fingers tracing patterns into your skin as you fall into a dreamless sleep, focusing on the warmth that radiates off him.

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annab-nana · 4 months

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“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!” surprise me with a character :))

i'm kinda using your 'choose whatever character' requests to write for new people so this one is going to be for matt murdock

warnings: not proofread, use of pet names (baby)

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you were half-asleep when you cuddled closer to matt for warmth. when winter approached, the apartment always felt colder whether the heater was on or not. matt never noticed the temperature drop or if he did, he never commented on it, but it didn't matter. he was eternally warm anyway.

"quit touching me," he mumbled, nearly asleep as well, "your feet are cold."

you didn't move away. if anything, you moved closer. "i can't help that you have the internal body temperature of molten lava and i have one of ice."

you felt his chest fall with a sigh before he rolled away to get out of bed.

"what are you doing?" you asked while rubbing your eyes and propping yourself up on your elbow.

"saving myself," he said and walked out of the room. you were too tired to get up and follow him so you stayed where you were, rolling over onto his side of the bed because it was warmer.

after a little bit, matt strolled back in and went to the dresser, opening his sock drawer. you watched in curiosity as he grabbed a pair and walked over to you. he took a seat at the end of the bed and pulled the blanket back to grab your foot.

"they're like ice, baby. i don't know how you function," he told you while slipping one of his socks onto your foot. once it was fully on, the heel of the sock went a bit past your actual heel since his socks were a bit bigger than your own, but his socks were also thicker than yours. after he put the other sock on you, he put the blanket back over you and left the room once more, only to come back in with a mug in his hands.

"what's that?" you inquired when you scooted back to let him lay on his side again.

"tea," he stated when he got in bed with you again, pulling you to cuddle into his side. "to help warm you up."

you took the mug from his hands and took a sip, feeling the warm liquid fall down your throat. after a few more sips, its warmth spread throughout your chest. as you drank the tea, matt let his hand rub up and down your arm, the friction from it providing you some heat as well.

"thank you," you told him as you reached across him to place the mug on his nightstand. you, then, settled yourself against his chest and pressed a kiss to the patch of skin closest to your lips.

"are you any warmer?"

"yeah," you sighed, content.

he smiled, though you couldn't see it. "good."

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chvoswxtch · 5 months

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taste

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

summary: matt just wants a taste.

warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

a/n: it’s thanksgiving here today, and despite my mixed feelings about this holiday, I am thankful for all of y’all. so, here’s a little treat from me to you bc I haven’t shown our favorite human disaster some love in awhile. 🖤

word count: 1.1k

Matt lost track of how long he’d had his head buried between your thighs. Your hair was still damp from your shower earlier, fresh notes of citrus and green apple lingering on the silk sheets. That coupled with the crisp sandalwood of his own cologne from the worn Columbia shirt of his you had stolen to bed intertwined with your own distinct scent lit a fire of desire within him. He’d discarded a layer of his black suit with every silent step he took descending the staircase that led up to the rooftop door.

It had been a bad night, and Matt’s inherent Catholic guilt was at an all time high. So, he positioned himself exactly where he thought he belonged.

On his knees.

Matt held your soft thighs in his rough, calloused hands, his warm tongue lazily tumbling over your swollen clit over and over again. He slipped his tongue through your soaked folds much like he had the first time he had really kissed you; when a sweet kiss good night had ended with your back firmly pressed up against your front door and the two of you panting into each other's mouths.

Angelic pleas for mercy had sounded from your lips in various intervals, but your greedy fingers continued to tug him just a little closer by tight grips on his chestnut strands. Neither one of you seemed to be able to quit the other. Matt’s nose was nuzzled against your public bone, and his plump lips were wrapped around your clit, alternating between suckling languidly at a pace that made your eyes roll into the back of your head and dragging his tongue up and down the length of your entire pussy meticulously.

Every time you let out a desperate chant of his name and rolled your hips up in a needy way in search of more, Matt groaned loudly and moved his own hips in tandem. He had been rutting against the mattress for God only knows how long now, the front of his briefs completely soaked from the weeping slit on the head of his throbbing cock. He’d never been so painfully hard in his life.

But Matt didn’t feel like he had earned a release yet.

Despite the several tangy coats of your arousal on his tongue, he wanted more. He needed just a little more.

Just one more, he told himself, then he’d finally let himself fuck you. But right now, he was exactly where he wanted to be. Face nestled against your pussy, feeling your heartbeat pounding against his welcoming tongue, smelling the scent that was uniquely you right under his nose, hearing the verbal reassurances of how much you needed him, and how badly you wanted him.

Praises of his name and confessions of love slowly lifted the self imposed weight that laid heavy on his chest like cement. If an angel like you believed the Devil deserved Heaven, then maybe he did. You didn’t ask for his penance, but he wanted to give it. He wanted to be worthy of being the man you made him feel like he was.

Matt ignored the ache in his jaw, and he whimpered against your core as his briefs snagged against the sensitive head of his cock just right. He wasn’t gonna last long. Not with the heavenly aroma of you surrounding his senses completely, the sweet sound of your pleasure hitting his ears, the thrum of your impending climax thundering against his tongue.

He never wanted to come up for air. If this was how he was going to die, drowning in the tidal wave of your gratification, then he’d die a happy man.

Matt used his index and middle finger to spread your slicked pussy apart, eagerly swirling his tongue around your pulsing nub before switching to flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth across it like a metronome. God, you were so warm and soft, and so fucking wet. He couldn’t tell where his saliva ended and where your own essence started, but he didn’t fucking care. The only taste he wanted seared into his taste buds was yours anyway.

He delved his tongue as deep within your cunt as he could, fucking you with it sensually while his nose bumped against your overstimulated clit repeatedly. You were close again. He could tell by the hitch in your breaths and the quiver in your soft thighs that were enclosed tightly around his head.

Matt never felt like he deserved you, so he made it his personal mission to make sure he earned you.

As soon as another wave of your candied tang drenched his mouth and dripped down his stubbled chin, Matt exploded with a pathetic whimper, feeling his own sticky warmth coating his lower abdomen and the tops of his thighs. The only reason he pulled his face away from your cunt was because you weakly pushed at his shoulders with your trembling hands.

“Fuckfuckfuck…Matty…I can’t. I-God, I need a minute-“

The breathless pants sounding from your lips were an elegant symphony to his ears. He closed his eyes while resting his head on your smooth thigh, trying to catch his own breath. For several minutes neither of you said anything, just laid there tangled up in the sheets together, basking in the afterglow of pleasure.

All of a sudden, Matt sensed a shift in you. He heard your eyes flutter open, and felt the way you shifted your head off the pillow to peer down at him in curiosity.

“Matty…did…did you-“

“Yeah.”

He didn’t bother hiding it. He wasn’t ashamed. He’d be pissed when the cloud of lust currently fogging up his brain eventually cleared and he realized he ruined yet another set of silk sheets, but right now, he was too satisfied to give a shit about anything other than this moment with you.

A melodic giggle immediately erupted from your chest, and Matt squeezed your thigh teasingly in retaliation which caused you to squeal.

“Hey! I wasn’t making fun of you. It’s actually quite flattering that you enjoy having your head between my thighs so much that you can come from that alone.”

“Sweetheart, you could make me come just by reading our grocery list.”

Another round of angelic giggles fell from your lips, and a quiet whine of disapproval sounded from Matt when he felt you shifting in bed. Much to his dismay, you moved your soft and warm thigh away from under his head, which caused him to purse his plush lips in a pout. But before he could even protest, you were gently pushing him onto his back and brushing your lips against the shell of his ear.

“Maybe I’ll test that theory later, but right now, I’d rather make you come with my mouth in a different way.”

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cowgurrrl · 8 months

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What's In A Name?

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

Author’s note: hey remember when I said I was rewatching daredevil

Summary: You settle on a new nickname for Matthew [1.3k]

Warnings: fluff, lawyer talk, brief mention of Jack, Daredevil things, June’s first time writing Matt so pls be nice, I think that’s it??

He's realized it changes depending on the day. You refer to him in court as your colleague, Mr. Murdock, or even Counselor. You call him Murdock to get his attention or scold him for something. That Idiot in The Mask before you find out about his nightly escapades. That Idiot in The Mask after you find out about his nightly escapades. But more often than not, when he climbs into bed after a long night of being That Idiot, your eyes flutter open, and you murmur a soft "Matthew" before snuggling into him.

Foggy and Karen make fun of you for using his full name more often than Matt, which is undeniably faster and punchier. Every once in a while, you'll pull Franklin out to make Foggy cringe and accuse you of sounding like his mother. Their teasing does nothing to stop you from calling him Matthew. It's the name in your phone, the name you punch in braille in his birthday cards, the name you use to introduce him to others, everything.

It also helps to conceal the specifics of your relationship from other lawyers who may get nosy and try to use your relationship against you in a court of law. What girlfriend wouldn't call her boyfriend by a nickname? The kind of girlfriend who went through seven years of school and refuses to have her JD called into question just because she went into practice with her boyfriend and best friends.

The good thing is he doesn't seem to mind you calling him Matthew. It's very rare that the name doesn't grate on his ears, but when it falls from your lips, it's warm and welcome like the first sunny day after a harsh New York winter. The question, however, comes on a chilly October evening while sitting with socked feet on the couch and working through closing statements.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you have heard many pieces of information throughout the past few weeks. Many of them circumstantial," you read to him as you scribble the notes on a yellow legal pad. His hand is resting on your thigh, tracing patterns into your soft leggings, and cocks his head in your direction to show you he's listening. "However, you have also heard from my client-"

"Our client." Matt interrupts, and you look up at him. His tinted glasses are resting on the coffee table amid scattered case notes and copies of evidence, and his brown eyes are cast vaguely in your direction. When you first started dating, he told you people were uncomfortable with his bouncing, unfocusing eyes, and that's why he hadn't taken off his glasses in front of you. Since then, it's been a steady journey of reassuring him how much you love him, love all of him. The fact that all these years later, he's sitting without shame and without his glasses is enough to make your heart soar.

"Is O'Reilly also the jury's client?"

"No, but there are multiple defense attorneys on this case."

"Okay, so what if I gesture to you when I say it?" You ask, and the corner of Matt's mouth quirks up.

"'M sure that'll look very professional, sweetheart." He says, amusement in his tone, and you roll your eyes as you look back down at the paper.

"I'm just gonna say 'my client.'"

"Fine, but I'm telling Foggy."

"Oh, c'mon, we both know you've claimed clients and cases as your own. It's not a big deal."

"I have not!"

"I will pull court transcripts right now."

"Maybe I should be the one to give closing statements." He teases and tries to reach for your papers. You rip them out of his reach and drop them on the floor when he tickles your sides. You laugh and try to fight against his strong hands, but he grabs both your wrists in one hand and tickles you with the other.

"Okay, okay, that's enough." You beg between breathless giggles, and his merciless attack on your stomach stops as fast as it started. The apartment falls silent as he lays half on top of you with your legs bracketing his sides. His hair is soft and a little too long, flopping over his forehead and hiding a yellowing bruise, and his full lips are pulled into a perfect smile that you can't help but kiss. He hums against your lips and releases your wrists, letting your hands graze his waist, narrowly avoiding sore ribs. You feel a full breath fill his lungs before he pulls away and rests his forehead on yours.

"We're never gonna finish closing statements like this." He mumbles, his voice raspy, and you shrug.

"Prosecution barely has a case. We'll be fine," you say as you scratch his back. "Besides, I always make closing statements my bitch."

"Can't argue with that." He laughs, and you hum in agreement. It's getting late. The sights and sounds of the city have dimmed just enough to tell you that people have made it home from their work days, settling into dinner and bedtime routines with their families. A certain red suit hidden in the closet pricks at the forefront of your mind, and you take a deep breath.

You knew what you signed up for when you met Matt in your legal history class during your second year at Columbia. You'd had several long-winded conversations with him about defending the working man, upholding the law, and the importance of order in a chaotic world. You knew dating him also meant sharing him with his job, no matter what it was. Still, you never expected his part-time job to be beating up criminals in dark alleys after you went to bed.

"Wanna order Thai from that place down the block and keep working, or do you need to go?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"'M good."

"You sure?"

"I like working with you." He says sincerely, and a ball of light shines in your chest. You have to fight the smile threatening the corner of your mouth, and you know he can feel it.

"Are you just saying that cause you want me to change my wording?" You ask, and he laughs. He ducks his head to kiss your jaw before straightening back up, not letting himself get too distracted by the taste of your skin.

"No, I'm saying that because I love hearing you make closing statements your bitch."

"Good answer, Matthew." You tap his side, and he kisses you again before sitting back to let you get up and retrieve your phone from the counter. You type in the restaurant's name, your mouth watering at the thought of Pad Thai, and walk over to the back of the couch. Matt leans into you the second you're close enough, and even though you don't have super senses like him, you know he's thinking hard about something.

"You know you may be the only person in the world who calls me Matthew on a regular basis?" He asks out of the blue, and you look up from your phone. His hand finds its way to your waist and tugs you closer until your hips are flush against the couch. You indulge in his sudden neediness by running your free hand through his hair.

"What'd your dad call you?" You ask quietly. A soft chuckle escapes him, and he tilts his head at you.

"Matty."

"Matty," you try to nickname on your tongue and smile. "Gotta give it to Battlin' Jack, that's a pretty good one."

"I'm sure he'd agree with you." He says, the gentle ache of grief settling over the space. You lean down and kiss his head in reverence, like you're thanking him for sharing the memory with you. The feeling dissolves once you get back into closing statements and arguing about wording over steaming piles of food, but the name sticks in your brain. His contact name in your phone goes from Matthew to Matty. You let yourself call him Matty a handful of times to test it out, and somehow, the transition between names doesn't faze either of you. It feels good, intimate almost. Something just for the two of you.

Hell's Kitchen can have Daredevil all they want as long as Matty is the one coming home to you.

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ddejavvu · 5 months

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m.list - matt murdock

blurbs:

you interrupt matt's patrol

matt's tired after patrol

you like matt's chest hair

professor!matt

showering with matt

matt + "where did your clothes go?"

prince!matt

kidnapper!matt

matt + edging

matt + enemies to lovers

stalker!matt | 2

matt comforting you after a nightmare

you're insecure during sex

matt notices your harmful habits

matt cuddles you on your period

mafia!matt

matt learns to braid

patching matt up after patrol

priest!matt

roommate!matt

matt + rivals to lovers

matt makes a better second impression

your dog likes matt's seeing eye dog

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bornagainmurdock · 19 days

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eclipse // matt murdock

"You're telling me your dragged me out of my home, my love, New York City to the middle of nowhere to see the moon." Matt was in the passengers seat exhausted. You had dragged him out of bed at an ungodly hour to the path of totality for the eclipse.

"It's not the middle of nowhere. It's Rochester. And I'm excited, and I was hoping you'd be, too." You were focused on the road, driving a bit over the speed limit because of your excitement.

Once you had arrived a bit outside of the city, you dragged Matt out of the car to stand in the field with you

"Okay in about half an hour it'll be perfectly aligned, but it's already starting to cover the sun a bit." You were jumping around Matt, grabbing onto his arm and pulling him along with you.

"You remembered I can't see right?" Matt giggled. He knew the answer, just wanted to tease you a bit.

"Yes Matt. I remember. I just thought you'd enjoy the other aspects."

"What other aspects?" Matt seemed genuinely confused at your statement.

"Just wait."

At peak time, the sky went dark. Matt couldn't see it, but could sense it in the silence. Even the other people around you in the field were speechless. The temperature dropped significantly, sending chills up Matt's arms. While he couldn't see the eclipse happening, he felt the aura. He felt the magic of it.

"You were right." He sighed.

"I know." You answered smugly.

The moment lasted a while. It was chilling.

Matt was grabbing onto your arm the whole time in awe. He had never experienced something like that before. Nothing that intensely.

When the sun was fully uncovered again, you kissed Matt's cheek.

"Time to head home!" You held his hand and started towards the car.

"But I don't want it to be over." Matt pouted, stopping in his tracks.

"They'll be more. I think the next one's in 2044." You allowed him the moment to process. His first steps heavy and dreadful.

"That's a whole twenty years away."

"And we can go again together if you'd like."

"Obviously I wanna go with you. Can we go to totality again?" You watched him open the car door and step inside.

"If you can handle being in the car that long again, of course." You walked around to the drivers and started the car.

The entire ride back home, Matt gushed about how cool it was and how it overwhelmed all his senses the whole time and how exciting it was for him.

"You're so cute. I love you."

"I love YOU!"

author's note: hope whoever was able to see the eclipse had a good time and it wasn't cloudy (& used proper eclipse blackout glasses)! i missed it bc i was in class but all vibes all vibes no worries the next ones in 2044 and thats not that far away

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of-many-fandomss · 5 months

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Winter Blurb Masterlist

1. Mistletoe: Jake Seresin

2. Picking a Christmas Tree: James Potter

3. Decorating the Christmas Tree: JJ Maybank

4. Gingerbread Houses: Sirius Black

5. Ice Skating: Regulus Black

6. Gift Exchange: Dean Winchester

7. Sleigh Ride: Bucky Barnes

8. Snow Angels: Peter Parker

9. Shoveling Snow: Bradley Bradshaw

10. Gift Shopping: Regulus Black

11. Building a Snowman: Daryl Dixon

12. Snowed In: Matt Murdock

13. Snowball Fight: Tangerine

14. Wrapping Presents: Bradley Bradshaw

15. First Snowfall: Matt Murdock

16. Hot Chocolate: Rafe Cameron

17. Advent Calendars: Dean Winchester

18. Secret Santa: Remus Lupin

19. Sledding: James Potter

20. Christmas Music: Jake Seresin

21. Fireplace: Sam Winchester

22. Christmas Sweaters: Rafe Cameron

23. Baking: Tangerine

24. Christmas movies: Peter Parker

25. Christmas lights: Bucky Barnes

COMING SOON

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hellsburners · 10 months

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reader being obsessed with matt’s body?

You could never forget the way his body would move. Matt had the habit of walking around your apartment shirtless. You were always amazed by the way he kept his physique despite his busy schedule. He would always find the time to go to Fogwell's, or he would squeeze in a few push-ups and some crunches in the morning.

He has the widest shoulders for a man, the way the slope from his neck would cascade towards his large arms, those arms that would tighten around his shirts barely giving in some air. You would always look at the way his biceps would flex whenever he would get something from the kitchen, the lone vein peeking through his bicep to his forearms.

His hands, those calloused fingers pressing on his keyboard whenever he worked at home, or the way they grazed your skin whenever he’d touch you. Sometimes, his short bitten nails would scratch your skin. The sting would always feel like a painful pleasure to you, like a nibble to your ear or small bite to your neck.

His chest, a large expanse of muscle, would always move at a measured pace. As if he were aware of the sounds of the air filling his lungs. His abdomen would also tense whenever you touched him. The ridges in his belly burrowing whenever he breathed or laughed. His whole torso was covered in scars, two lateral lines across his chest, a deep scar in the left side of his waist, and two scars at his back. He would always have some sort of bruise in his body. He always showed the body of a warrior.

His waist, smaller in proportion to his shoulders, would always tease you. The way his trousers would hug so well around his waist. The lines of muscle leading to his hardness underneath the fabric. Your eyes would always wish you could just peer away and see what's underneath.

His thighs, so wide and muscular, covered in a layer of fur. It would always prick whenever you sat on them. He would always look good sitting down, either in trousers, boxers, and even more when he’s naked. You would always touch them whenever you went down on him, smoothing your hands across the rough skin.

And his biggest asset, the plump mound on his rear. Whenever you were kissing him your hands would always fall there.

Which is why when you asked if he could fuck you in front of a mirror he was confused. You told him you wanted to see his body as he fucked you. And truly it was a sight. His shoulders wide in comparison to yours, flexed arms wrapped around your body, his hands teasing your chest, your nipples, your sex, masterfully teasing your body. His chest heaving as he moaned. His thighs were a perfect seat for you as you took him in. And his ass taut as he emptied inside you. The image of that night would remain with you whenever you’re alone.

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itsapeterthing · 2 years

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i NEED a matt murdock fluffy thing with his wife and lazy mornings with loads of cuddles and maybe like showering together (not in a nsfw way but in like a self care way if u get what i mean) TYSM

Autumn Morning || Matt Murdock

pairing: matt murdock x spouse!reader

a/n: happy first day of october! this is just pure fluff and my first matt murdock blurb so i hope you enjoy!

word count: 847

warnings: none, fluff

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You weren’t sure what woke you up first.

It could’ve been the feeling of your husband’s calloused hands brushing against your exposed skin as he reached to you from the other side of the bed; or the sound of his arms rustling against the comforter, tucking it under your chin. It also may have been the feeling of his warm chest against your cold fingertips as he pulled you into him; or the chill from the autumnal breeze outside the window you had left cracked open the night before, slowly slipping into your bedroom in your insentient state.

Whatever it was, you knew you were awake the moment you felt Matt’s chapped lips meet your forehead.

“Morning.”

A smile reaching your face, you hummed.

“How long have you been awake?”

Your husband shrugged.

“Hmmm.” Matt said, laying his head flat against his pillow, thinking. “An hour?”

At his reply, your mouth dropped and you propped your head up on your elbow.

“An hour?” You asked in disbelief. “Just laying here?”

His laughter remained raspy and rumbling from the lack of entertaining his voice had done since the night before and his chest rose and fell sharply as a chuckle escaped his lips.

Between the way the sun peaking in through the curtains seemed to land right on his skin as if it were a spotlight meant for him and how he looked so human this early in the morning, you were sure you had gone into heart failure before the clock even struck seven am.

“I like just laying down with you.” Matt confessed, laying his head to the side. “You’re just… peaceful.”

Biting back a smile, you reached your free hand up to his tousled hair and ran your fingers through it, brushing the flyaways back from his forehead.

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” He hummed, closing his eyes. “Also you’re a snorer.”

Your mouth fell and although he didn't see it unfold, you knew that he knew.

“I do not snore!”

Pulling your hand from his hair, you moved to strike a playful blow to his chest until Matt’s hand caught your wrist mid air.

“Okay!” He laughed. “Okay. You don’t.”

You smiled triumphantly.

“That’s what I thought.”

As you slipped your wrist from his grasp, the palm of your hand brushed against the tip of his nose. Far from the warmth his chest provided, the cold had appeared to nip at your lover’s nose throughout the night, evident from it being red paired with his dusted pink cheeks.

“Why didn’t you shut the window, hon?” You asked, tapping the tip of his nose. “You’re freezing.”

Matt shrugged once more.

“Didn’t think of it.”

Rolling your eyes at his inability to pry himself from bed, you pushed yourself up and flung the covers off, making the first move to get out of bed, shut the window and start your day.

But your husband had another plans.

Just as your feet were about to meet the floor, Matt grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him, forcing you to tumble back onto the mattress and into his arms.

“But you’re cold.” You protested as he wrapped his arms around you- a hint of laughter evident in your voice.

“Warm me up then.” Matt retorted.

Not one able to evade his open arms for too long, you settled into his embrace. Your head resting on his shoulder and fingertips tracing the exposed skin of his chest, you laughed.

“You know,” you said, staring up at him. “Usually I’m the one who has to convince you to stay in bed.”

The corners of his mouth upturned, a laugh escaped his lips.

“Well I can get up if you want me to-”

“No!” You exclaimed before noting your excitement and cleared your throat. “I mean... no. If this is what you want to do then it’s fine.”

Matt ran the backside of his knuckles against your clothed shoulder.

“You sure?” He asked. “I have a client at nine. I was thinking I could use a shower beforehand, but if you think I’m fine...”

God, he was cocky wasn't he?

“Now that you say it...”

“What’s that, sweetheart?” Matt asked.

“Well I was just thinking that you do kind of smell awful.”

“Wow!” Matt exclaimed- a burst of laughter following.

“And that you might even need some help.” You joked. “It’s that bad, babe.”

Your husband shook his head in loving disbelief and the tired smile that littered his face was enough to make your heart flutter in your chest tenfold. Although the crisp Autumn air sent a chill up his spine, he would deal with that and far more just for moments like this with the love of his life: you.

“Sounds like we should take a shower then, right Mrs. Murdock?”

Pushing yourself up to meet his lips in a dazed kiss, you smiled.

“Sounds like a plan, Mr. Murdock.”

Meeting your lips once more as a seal of approval from your joint decision, he sat up and pushed off the comforter.

“Alright, sweetheart.” He said. “Let’s get out of bed.”

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 11 months

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hello, I hope you are feeling better <3 I had an x reader fic request which is a little spicy; basically reader is very quiet and not loud so matt kind of ties her hands (with consent and even something soft) and for every noise she makes he rewards her and it keeps going thank you so much btw for all your lovely fics :)

hii! you're so sweet!! and yes I am, thank you! very sorry this is so late. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

reward

Matt Murdock x f reader

wc || 0.8k

warnings || 18+ only sexually explicit content (light bondage, praise) minors dni

also sorry it’s been so long since a Matt fic

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Matt hasn't been home from work long, but he already had you right where he wanted you, laid naked under him with his fingers pushed up inside you. His head hung low next to your ear, whispering praises about how warm and good you feel and how pretty you smell.

His fingers curl upwards, rubbing against the favoured spongey spot inside you, working in a come hither motion while pecks light kisses down the side of your throat. "God, do that again," he whispers, halting when he reaches the underside of your jaw.

"Do what?" you quietly question, melting into his delicate touch.

"That noise, that little moan... please do it again,"

"I didn't moan," you shakily protest, running your hand up his bare back, lightly grazing along the skin.

"You did... it was so hot," he praises, working over the same area, trying to get the same reaction from you once more. "Please keep doing that."

During your intimate encounters, Matt heavily relied on you to be vocal in expressing your interest so that he knew you were enjoying yourself as much as him. He knew you weren't particularly loud during your shared moments; he just wanted to see if he could coax out a few noises, even if that entailed light bondage and rewards.

So as the thought finalises in his brain, he slowly drags his fingers from you to reach over into the nightstand, searching for one of your scrunchies. He peppers the nape of your neck in soft, delicate kisses as he laces his hands in yours, slowly lifting them above your head. "Here's an idea," he starts, parting from your lips, grinning against them. "Every time you make those sweet, pretty sounds... I keep going," he whispers below your ear, smirking against the skin. "Every time you stay quiet... I stop. That sound good?"

Nodding in approval.

His head cocks, brows playfully furrowed. "What'd I just say?"

"Yes, sorry— yeah," you laugh. "That sounds good."

"Good, thank you," he whispers, slipping your wrists into the scrunchie, twisting behind the headboard. "If you don't like it... tell me right away, okay?"

"I will," you breathlessly reply, leaning into his soft touch.

Sitting on his knees between your legs, caressing your goosebumped thighs. "Good girl," he whispers in praise. "That's my good girl," stroking over the head of his cock with one hand while the other parts your folds.

He guides himself closer, his tip meer centimetres away as if he was taunting you. He slides his head through your dripping lips to lubricate his aching dick, teasing himself through your slick. Gripping at his base, he steadily pushes his head into you, going slow to allow you a moment to adjust. Keeping himself still before finally sinking further into you.

"Fu—“ he mutters, lids hung low. He desperately clasps under your jaw as he peppers wet, sloppy, needy kisses along it, gingerly grinding his hips into you. Massaging inside of you in the just way you both needed.

His head drops into the crook of your neck, mumbling incoherently as his hands roam your body, grasping and squeezing your skin as he slowly fucks into you. “You feel so good," he soft groans, clutching his hand around your throat, slinking his fingers back and behind, locking into a small fistful of hair and gently tugging. “So, fuckin good.”

Now that you are fully adjusted to his size, he starts to speed up, sliding in and out of you at the pace you need and crave. Hitting all of your perfect spots with the slight curve of his cock, giving you everything you could ever want and then some. His breathing grows heavy against your neck, strained and strangled as if he's holding himself off while his fingers entangle into tighter locks of your hair.

His movements grow more precise and urgent when he hears your perfect little whimpers in his ear, the desperation in your moans only egging him on more and more as he fucks you. "Such pretty sounds," he says, barely audible against your skin. Panting. "You feel so good around me— you feel so good."

Your hands lace together, clutching your fingers with pure need, desperately wanting something to grip as you feel the wave build within.

You feel him start to twitch and pulsate inside you which immediately sets you off. Tightening and clamping around his cock with your release, instinctively grinding against him as you ride out the engulfing feeling. Your spasming movements sparked his own release, softly grunting under your jaw as he drags himself from you, spilling ropes of cum over your lower abdomen.

He litters your face in quick sweet kisses before removing the scrunchie from your wrists, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you with him. Holding you to his chest as he flops back against the mattress, readjusting you both as he pecks your cheek tenderly.

Stroking down your bare back as he speaks low and soft. "Never stop making those sounds, sweetheart... that was— that was,"

"Incredible," you finish his sentence, snuggling tighter into his chest.

Softly chuckling. "Yeah,"

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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koala

a/n: hi, sorry, I just wanna melt into that man's lap all day and every day, thank you and goodnight.

warnings: matt murdock x reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, reader being sick (headache, slight fever)

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Still hazy from your second nap of the day, you dizzily pitter-pattered closer to the lawyer who was still hard at work even at his own dining table. As you watched his long fingers rapidly brush over the braille, you slowly reached out a hand and touched his arm. Jumping at the slightest opening he offered, you sluggishly slid in over his lap and clung onto his suit like a little koala.

“You’re home,” your voice vibrated into his shoulder as you buried your throbbing head in it. Judging by the mess sprawled out on the table behind you, the one that was currently jabbing into your back and keeping you pinned in place securely on Matt’s lap, he must have been here quite a while, “why didn’t you wake me?”

His warm arms wrapped around you, “you needed your rest,” and you felt his soft lips press against your tender hairline, “are you feeling a bit better?” he purposely kept his deep voice hushed.

“A little,” you took a moment to assess, “my head feels a little better, but I think I might be getting a fever… so I think you were probably right this morning, staying home today was the right choice…”

“I’m sorry I was right,” his outspread palms gently danced along your spine, “is this my t-shirt?” he asked abruptly as he fingered the soft material you wore.

“I hope it’s alright,” you straightened up a bit, keeping an eye out for any signs of his expression telling you something different than his honeyed words did, “it was just the only thing that I could find that didn’t make me feel like I was being strangled alive.”

“Sweetheart,” he breathed out and cocked his head gently, “you can have my entire closet if you so please.”

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goldenlikedayl1ght · 2 months

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Matt carrying you and/or pinning you against the wall effortlessly?

also your fics and blurbs are lovely to read, and love how you write in general :)

//this one goes out to all my readers with various body types! reader can be read as any body type (me personally, i like a midsize reader)

matt has developed a habit that you absolutely hate.

he has many habits-- he gets so lost in thought when he's working that he forgets to eat or check in with you. when he goes out vigilante-ing he pushes himself too hard and winds up bleeding on your couch. when he's upset, he pulls at his own hair.

but this one he can't quite seem to break is his habit to just sweep you off your feet.

no, no, not in the way that he buys you flowers, or kisses you so tenderly, he literally sweeps you off your feet.

you're just making your way to your bedroom after a long day, and matt just got out of the shower (washing off all that vigilantism), hair damp, with nothing but his sweatpants on.

you gasp as soon as he comes up behind you, his arms hooking around your torso and beneath your knees.

"matthew!" you groan, playfully swatting his chest. "what have we said about just picking me up?" it wasn't really a hard boundary of yours.

"mm, i don't remember." he grins, carrying you into your bedroom.

"fucking--" you huff, "yes, you do! giving me no warning scares the shit out of me!"

"the way your heart races is cute." he accuses, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

"you're mean."

"you love me."

"that's not fair! i can't lie to you, it makes this so unfair!" he then tosses you gently onto the bed, before crawling on top of you.

"fine. i'll stop picking you up randomly."

he presses a kiss to your lips. unlike him, you can't hear heartbeats, but you respond,

"liar."

"i'll make it up to you, baby."

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annab-nana · 4 months

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matt murdock blurbs

one where matt warms you up when you're too cold

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chvoswxtch · 1 month

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like a prayer

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

summary: you want matt for dessert.

warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

a/n: I haven't written for our favorite dumbass in awhile, and after finishing another rewatch of dd, he was heavy on the brain (pun intended). this song came on the other day and I immediately thought of matty, so here we are.

word count: 1k

i’m down on my knees / i can take you there

Matt hadn’t even had a chance to shut the front door to his apartment behind himself before you were pushing him up against the wall, claiming his mouth in a deeply sensual kiss, blindly fumbling with the buckle of his belt. His cane slipped from his right hand, falling to the floor with a loud clatter that echoed in his silent apartment, and the dessert you’d gotten to go was also long forgotten, haphazardly tossed onto the side table in the entryway so Matt’s hands could find their home on your waist instead.

Before Matt’s brain could even catch up to what was happening, you’d pushed his pants and briefs halfway down his muscular thighs and sank down to your knees below him. The second the warmth of your mouth enveloped the sensitive head of his cock, Matt’s jaw went slack, and his head fell back against the wall behind him with a soft thud.

Instantly, every single one of his senses was completely overwhelmed. Your soft hands grasped onto his thighs and he shivered feeling a chilled raindrop that had been lingering on your knuckle slip down onto his heated skin. The bold scent of espresso in the tiramisu that had been abandoned on the side table was overpowered by the fragrance of arousal seeping through the thin cotton material of your panties. That combined with the aroma of your warm spicy perfume intermingled with remnants of fresh rain, and the natural scent of your skin that was just uniquely you, was knocking Matt out of equilibrium.

Matt’s fingers slipped into your roots, tangling into your tresses to give them a gentle tug while a soft grunt tore from his throat. Your tongue felt like velvet gliding along the underside of his cock, flicking over a pulsating vein, swirling around the tip in a slow and seductive manner. Matt was a giver, but God, so were you. The way you took your time and savored the taste of him and the feeling of his heavy cock against your eager tongue was torturous in the most tantalizing way. Your mouth was just as warm and wet as your cunt, and sometimes Matt struggled to decide which one he preferred being inside of.

He couldn’t stop himself from tenuously shifting his hips forward, slipping a few more inches of himself past your welcoming lips. The way you moaned around him had him shuddering, and he whimpered at the way the vibrations of your own pleasure traveled throughout his entire nervous system, causing his toes to curl in his shoes. He gripped harder at your roots, earning another erotic moan from deep within your chest, and even though Catholic guilt was practically embedded in his DNA, the raw hedonistic desire he felt was far more powerful, and you didn’t seem to mind that he was taking over to subtly fuck your mouth.

God, your mouth felt like pure heaven. Matt knew he didn’t deserve to be let through the pearly gates of your soft lips. He was a sinner, and he didn’t deserve to be blessed and absolved by the saliva coating his cock and dribbling down your chin. Only an angel as sweet as you would welcome the Devil somewhere he had been banished from. Matt’s moans were growing in volume the closer he got to gratification. He was being selfish, God he was being so fucking selfish right now, taking complete advantage of your selflessness, but your pussy was practically dripping onto the floorboards beneath you, and he could taste just how much you enjoyed having his cock in your mouth on his own tongue.

You wanted this. You wanted him. And Matt couldn’t deny you if he tried. If you wanted the moon and Saturn, and every single star in the sky, he’d find a way to get them for you.

Matt’s mind was blank. He couldn’t hear anything but the sound of his own labored breathing and racing heartbeat, your soft moans of raw enjoyment, and the way the material of your soaked panties rubbed along your wet folds when you shuffled closer on your knees. Feeling his tip reach the back of your throat and your nose flush against his pubic bone, he began to recite a prayer of your name, loud enough for the entire building to hear. The muscles in his lower abdomen tightened and contracted, and if the wall behind him hadn’t been supporting the burden of his body weight, he would’ve collapsed and joined you on his own knees right then.

His hips stuttered as wave after wave of his gratitude coated the back of your throat, which you were all too eager to welcome, swallowing every drop of his generous offering. Matt let go of your hair, opting to hold the back of your head gently instead, using you as an anchor to tether himself to avoid getting lost in sensory overload. He let out a desperate whimper when your warm mouth escaped him, exposing his softened cock to the drastic change in temperature in his apartment that had goosebumps spreading along his bare flesh. He was panting heavily, like he’d been trapped under a current and had finally breached the surface in search of oxygen.

With his senses so overwhelmed, he didn’t notice that you’d risen from your knees, and his body jolted in surprise when he felt your soft hands caressing his scruffy cheeks. He immediately encircled his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, burying his face into your neck to inhale your scent deeply. He needed to ground himself. He needed you. A soft noise of appreciation sounded in the back of his throat when your fingers slipped into his hair, your nails faintly scratching at his scalp in a way that had him faintly moaning into the juncture of your neck where your throat met your collarbone. Your breath was warm against the shell of his ear, and despite how heated his skin was at the moment, your sultry whisper sent a shiver down his spine.

“Ready for dessert now, baby?”

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lovelettersforthedamned · 3 months

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🎉CONGRATS ON 300!!!🎉(I somehow stopped following you but I’m glad to be back!)

Can I do 🤞with Matt Murdock and idiots to lovers or maybe something hurt/comfort?

--word count: 0.3k

--warnings: mentions of alcohol, violence, injury.

Opening the front door to you and Matt’s apartment made you sigh in relief. Your cheek was throbbing along with the burning stings of your cut lip as you crept into the kitchen, setting your things down. You knew there was no point in being quiet around Matt, but still, you tried.

“How long did you think you could hide that?”

His voice was raspy, a hint of sleep lingered on it, but it was still firm and to the point. With your presence known, you disregard your attempt to be silent as you sigh before speaking, “Hi Matty, what are you doing up?”

You’re standing at the kitchen counter when Matt walks closer to you, his demeanor focused on you, “What happened, baby?”

He’s right in front of you, bringing a hand up to lightly graze your cut, wincing in pain as you pull away from his touch, “A group of guys were drunk and out of control at Josie’s, and they started throwing things. I just got caught in the crossfire. It’s not a big deal.” Before he could respond you add, “And don’t get mad that you weren’t out tonight to save me, because I swear to you that I was—am fine, Matty.”

He can’t help but sigh as he brings both of his hands to rest on your shoulders, pulling you into his bare chest. The warmth of his skin, made you melt into his touch. With your head fitting right under his neck, Matt presses a chaste kiss to your head, “Let’s go clean you up, sweetheart.”

For the rest of the night, you two didn’t speak about your night, and you were grateful. That still didn’t stop Matt from following you around your next night out.

--author's note: FIRST FIC OF THE CELEBRATION WOOOO!!! matt murdock my beloved, also hiiii welcome back!!!! i'm glad you're here...tumblr acts weird sometimes and it kills me. don't forget to like, comment, and reblog! annddd, my 300 follower celebration is happening! all the details are pinned on my blog. ok, ily bye<333

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ddejavvu · 3 months

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sooo mei I was reading through your matt murdock ml and stumbled across the mafia one and pleaseee that is so cute, would you ever expand on that au? like maybe r’s flat is broken into and before she can even go to the cops there’s a bunch of matt’s guys there like don’t worry we’ve got it handled and she’s just ???

mafia!matt is the last thing i thought i'd be writing in the year 2024 but i can work with what you gave me <3

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You're not sure whether you'd consider yourself lucky for escaping the bank unscathed, or unlucky for having been in the bank during an active shooting in the first place. Either way, the entire ordeal leaves you unsettled for weeks. You're bordering on agoraphobic, but food is a must, so you set out to brave the streets of Hell's Kitchen in search of something quick and dirty.

Upon your return, you know you're unlucky. You'd locked the door when you'd left, but evidently that doesn't stop someone who's desperate enough to break into a place that's barely up to code. You stare into the gaping, dark recess of your burgled apartment, noting that several electronics and appliances are out of place, but none of them appear to be missing. Your television is cracked, but you suppose your computer will be a suitable replacement until you can manage to afford a new screen.

You back away from the door just in case there's still someone inside; you're not stupid enough to investigate for yourself. However, the moment you step back, you ram into someone behind you, and your mottled nerves make you nearly shoot out of your skin.

All you can manage is a muffled, 'mmf!' when a hand clamps itself over your mouth, but the voice accompanying the hand is quick to assure you, "Easy, tuts, we're not gonna make it worse. We're with- uh, the cops. Okay? We got a call from the neighbors, 'said they heard someone breakin' in. We've got it handled, alright? Just relax. You can head back inside, that creep is long gone. We'll have someone stand guard outside, got it?"

You're only let go of when your captor deems you calm, but your heart is still racing in your chest when you turn to face him. He doesn't look anything like a police officer, but he does look menacing. He shows you a badge and I.D, and they look authentic enough for your arrythmia to settle.

"Go on," He ushers you towards the door, "Get in there, we'll take care of it from here."

You adjust your grip on your plastic bag of frozen meals, passing a couple other men that are now posted at the front door of your apartment. Each attempts a kind smile at you, and you're glad to shut the door on them once you get inside.

There's a man on your couch.

You don't notice until you flick the light switch on, but he's sitting there, clad in a suit and sunglasses. You shriek, and briefly consider whether or not your frozen ravioli could be used as a suitable projectile.

"Relax," The man stands, an easy smile on his face, one that drips with sympathy, "I'm Matt. I'm here to stand guard."

"Why were you sitting in the dark?!" You demand, now doubting the validity of the police badge you'd seen earlier, regretting the decision to trust these less-than-official men.

"It doesn't matter to me whether it's light or dark," He chuckles, and your face flushes momentarily when you realize what his sunglasses are for.

"Oh. Well- well you're not doing a very good job of making me relax, Matt. I feel like I'm more in danger of you than I am of someone else breaking into my house."

The man's smile is gentle, but not weak, "Sorry. Just go about your business, okay Y/N? We'll replace your damaged property and be out of your hair as soon as we can eliminate the threat.”

"Eliminate...?" You echo cautiously, "How long does that take?"

"Depends. A day. A week. Months, maybe. But this is all for your precaution, Y/N," He stands, making his way over to you and carefully feeling out the broken glass on the floor with the toe of his shoe. He places a hand on your shoulder, "Just trust me, I'm here to help. None of this will ever happen to you again- not on my watch."

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