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thyme-in-a-bubble · 7 months

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I just want you a little longer all to myself

kinktober, day eleven

a/n: yep, this is the dream. being like horny teens with matt at the office...

warnings: matt murdock x reader, smut, established relationship, secret relationship, reader works at nelson and murdock, office sex, kissing, oral, foreplay

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“Okay, so that toasted avocado sandwich for you and a tuna one for you?” gesturing to both you and Matthew, Foggy went over today’s lunch wishes one last time as he neared the door.

“Yep,” you smiled, your toe absentmindedly tapping the floor as you watched the floppy-haired man exit the office.

“Cool,” he swung it open, jokingly adding just before he disappeared from your view, “have fun sorting out those documents while I’m gone!”

It took approximately five seconds after the door slammed shut for you and the other lawyer to run into each other's arms as if you were just two hormonal youths, unable to be in the same room with one another without ripping each other’s clothes off.

Tearing your lips away from his, your fingers began to feverously tug at his silky tie, “how long do you think we have till he gets back?” your frame curved into his touch as he dug into the softness of your ass, backing you up into his own office.

“Not long enough,” Matt groaned, kicking the door shut behind him as you soon crashed into the desk, “but we’ll make it work,” nipping against your lips as he clawed at your dress. Spinning you around, you braced on the cluttered table as the man behind you fervently lowered himself to the floor, scooping up the fabric around your hips as he descended.

Your eyes fluttered as you felt his stubble gently scratch against you, his hot kisses climbing up the tingling flesh of your thighs, “not that I don’t love the sexiness of sneaking around with you,” your point was abruptly halted by a strangled whimper as he finally reached your core, hooking your underwear to the side for him to bury his face in your heat, “but when are we gonna tell at least him?”

Mumbling against your glossy folds, the vibration made you shiver, “soon, I promise,” causing your hand to swiftly shoot down in order to impatiently yank him back up. As your fingers frantically fumbled with his zipper, desperate to feel him inside of you, he leaned in and kissed the shell of your ear, “I just want you a little longer all to myself…”

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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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cafeacademia · 1 year

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Ellie!!!

Okay hear me out!

What about matt dating an artist and they really want to share art and how they create all of that but yeah matt is blind so at some point they sit down in his lap and let him hold a paintbrush their hand over his and start painting how they usually paint, when they mix paints together they always tell in detail what kind of color they make and use sounds and feeling to describe it.

Matt might not be abel to see how it looks like but the most fun part of painting for me personally is creating it, the process of it and the movements and mixing colours together and sharing that part of art might be really cute!

I'm so soft 🥰 here we go!!

You had always wanted to share your love for art with Matt

At first, he had been reluctant, he'd felt like he wouldn't be able to share your excitement because he couldn't experience the same way that you do

One evening, he confessed he felt that way and from then on, you made it your aim to change that.

At first, you tried to show him your art through touch, you'd have him trail his fingers over the dried paints and multimedia parts of the piece, explaining the feeling they were supposed to evoke, the moods they represented.

And he loved it, but he still felt like there was something missing when it came to your art

Which was how you ended up one Friday night after a nice night out, you now sitting in his lap, guiding him through the meditative beginning of any good painting.

"Like this, feel how it feels. We're mixing a little green into blue." You told him, letting him feel the motion of the mixing, the weight of the brush in his hand while your gentle grip on his guided him.

"Describe it to me." He spoke quietly.

"It's a swirl of colour, not fully blended, like when you combine two complimentary flavours together."

Swiping colours onto the canvas, Matt relaxed at the feeling. The process was more comfortable than he'd imagined, maybe it was the feeling of you against him, your fingers against his, you nestled comfortably in his lap. Or maybe this was just how it was supposed to feel.

"Careful strokes, like this." You explained, letting him lean into the feeling. "What does it feel like?" You asked, barely above a whisper.

"Like I'm painting clouds." He mumbled, concentrating so tightly on his painting that he barely registered that he'd even responded.

A little while passed until he paused. "How does it look?" Matt asked.

"Mm, I think the better question is how does it feel?" You countered.

Matt smirked, softened by your approach, sweet and gentle and encouraging.

"It feels... Like a deep breath of fresh, cold winter air." He said, with much thought before he even spoke the words.

"I can see it." You replied, nodding.

Matt had created a swirl of clouds, mottled in different hues, some more sporadic, others twirling softly into others, creating a beautiful effect of blues and golds and purples beneath the dappled greys and whites.

"How does it look?" Matt pressed.

"Exactly how you said it felt, Matty." You responded, smiling up at him and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.

A smile softened his lips, warm and gentle. Even if he couldn't see the art, he could feel it, and that was enough for him if it meant it was something more he could share with you.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock headcanon #matt murdock hc #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock x reader fluff

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hells-kitchen-discord · 2 years

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Matt goes nonverbal/semi verbal

#comics #daredevil #marvel #marvel comics #matt murdock #nmcu #dd #autistic #neurodivergent #daredevil headcanon #daredevil HC #matt murdock headcanon #Matt Murdock HC #nonverbal #semi verbal

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flinttcanwriteipromise · 2 years

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James Wesley Headcanons (The Stanley Parable Au Edition)

All made by your favorite Wesley content creator (I better be your favorite. >:/ )

Summary: The Daredevil Parable is a story “game” where Matthew Murdock aka Daredevil is forced to work with James Wesley in order to escape an empty officespace. With Wesley as his instructor, Matt must follow his lead to the true ending… thing is, who the hell wants to follow /his/ instructions.

Pairing: James Wesley and Matthew Murdock (Not romantically, they’re ✨frenemies✨ actually.)

A/N: I thought of this last night and I was so excited. Here we go

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Wesley never thought he’d be a good narrator, but when he suddenly wakes up with a script in hand and instructions to guide his enemy, Daredevil, newly revealed as Matt Murdock… who is he not to oblige?

He was left in a room with many many cameras facing an abandoned office space, one camera had been pointed into a office with a man inside. Reading the script he soon found out this was Matt.

Wesley started out as a patient and calm narrator, quickly confirming Matthew’s position and ability.

He also only ever called him Matthew.

“Matthew, do you hear me?”

“Who the hell- WESLEY??”

“That’d be correct. Well- with your senses, can you sense where you are?”

“Like I’d ever tell you.”

“To be frank with you Matthew, I already know where you are and I was making sure we could move on with no problems in the future?”

There were many problems in the future, for example.

Matt didn’t want to listen to Wesley. Like- at all.

“Matthew, take the hallway straight then make a left.”

He would make a right.

“Matthew, I said left.”

He made another right.

And this is where Wesley begins to loose his temper.

“MATTHEW MAKE A LEFT.”

It eventually gets to the point of where his tie and suit jacket is off, he’s sweating buckets and yelling at the screen like a man at the superbowl.

“MATTHEWWW.”

He also hates the bucket with a passion, he doesn’t believe Matt would be ignorant enough to be emotionally attached to a friken bucket.

“Matthew I swear to your lord and savior if you do not PUT DOWN THE BUCKET I WILL FIND YOU AND KILL YOU MYSELF.”

The two men spend like- 9 hours screaming at each other, Matt finally got to Wesley and Wesley bear hugged him. I think he was driven into insanity from this.

After the situation I feel Wesley and Murdock become unlikely frenemies, they kinda slay around each other y’know- fr serving without leaving crumbs.

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vixenicks · 19 days

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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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coffeeandbatboys · 6 months

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Pet names: Marvel edition

Matt Murdock:

Sweetheart is most commonly used casually or when you're in public. Angel and Love are reserved for softer sleepy moments.

Bucky Barnes:

My man is still stuck in the 40s 😭 calls you doll casually. Sweetheart occasionally. He might pull out Darlin'.

Clint Barton:

Babe all the way. In comms, at home, everywhere. I don't think he knows any other pet names.

Peter Quill:

I feel like he's a babe guy too. Baby girl sometimes. Honey? Yes.

#matt murdock x reader #peter quill x reader #clint barton x reader #bucky barnes x reader #Marvel #marvel hcs

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usaigi · 1 year

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Matt Murdock's Age (because it bothers me)

it just doesn't make sense and I refuse to believe that Moon Knight is canonically younger. The marvel wiki says Matt was born in 1985 which grrrr does not make sense if Daredevil S1 takes place in 2014. What was he doing for so long that he didn't pass the bar until he was 29? You're telling overachieving nerd Matthew Murdock who has wanted to be lawyer since he was 9 was fucking around with his degree?

If Matt graduated high school at 18, finished undergrad at 22, and law school at 25(and interned over the summer between 2nd and 3rd year or the summer after 3rd year), he should be 25. Obviously Charlie is older so I think it makes more sense to say that Matt either took a year off between high school and undergrad (unlikely), did a whole extra year in undergrad (makes sense, if he wanted to do a double major. Although, it's more expensive, I honestly just think he'd do 18 credits), or took a year off between undergrad and law school (year to study for the LSAT or work or something). Plus a year at L&Z as an intern and to study for the bar. Putting him at 27 at the start of DDS1 in 2014.

I want to kiss this person on the mouth, they made a whole spreadsheet with dates mwah. So based on this:

DDS1 2014 Matt is 27 DDS2 July to December 2015 Matt is 28 Defenders November 2016 Matt is 29 DDS3 Matt wakes up around Jan 2017, season takes place Oct 2017 Matt is 30

There are some inconsistencies (Matt saying Stick has been gone for 20 years), I'm choosing to believe Matt is bad at Matth and is rounding up to be hyperbolic.

The snap happens in 2018, Matt is 31 If you think he was snapped, he's 31 in 2023 when he's snapped back If you think he wasn't snapped, he's 36 in 2023. She Hulk takes place in 2025, making Matt either 33 or 38.

Marvel (usually) likes to make the characters younger than the actor and while we'll have to wait to see if Matt was blipped, I'm inclined to believe he's in his early thirties rather than late thirties. Especially if Disney wants to soft reboot him.

No, I won't take criticism 😊

#if people are interested I can post my hc about Matt/Foggy friendship timeline #daredevil #daredevil born again #matt murdock #charlie cox #marvel #usaigi speaks

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tiny-merkitty · 1 month

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dad/caretaker matt murdock hcs ₊˚ʚ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

(read as platonic & familial only! i do not write for romantic pairings.)

ⓘ i do not consent to k!nk interaction! any nsfw account that likes, reblogs, or in any way interacts with this post or my blog will be blocked and reported.

the sweetest most attentive father figure ever

he can hear your heartbeat, the vague ways your breaths change, feel how sleepy and lethargic you get, he'll do everything he can to be helpful and caring when you need it!!!

don't feel like talking? that's okay, he can tell if what he's doing is helping without needing words.

he has to deal with alot of loud everywhere else anyway, whether that's in a tiny, packed office space or the entirety of manhattan — he's always welcome to unwind at home in silence.

he'd try to deduct anything that's making you uncomfortable without having to ask, he knows that constant interrogation can just make things more overwhelming.

you keep whimpering? your stomach is full, you seem to be warm enough— is his beard too scratchy? here, he'll move your head down to his chest.

he'd use alot of different nicknames, as well as just your actual name, but the ones that roll off the tongue most tend to be 'baby', 'sweetheart' & 'angel'

being mean towards his loved ones isn't in his vocabulary, if you've done something wrong there won't be anything more extreme than a gentle conversation — at worst, he uses his lawyer voice™, which consists of very, very, long spiels about how he's not mad! just a little disappointed!

he'd never take things away from you as a form of punishment though, he knows what it's like to grow up with sparse things in environments that weren't emotionally nurturing.

if anything, he is the biggest advocate for spoiling his kid — even if he won't admit it.

never in a grand way, but if you looked at a stuffed animal for three seconds too long in an aisle, it's finding it's way into the cart by check-out.

you like a certain brand of toaster waffles? what a coincidence, the fridge has five boxes!

if you make him anything at all, he is using it until it disintegrates.

you made him a bracelet? he's wearing it everywhere. including in the daredevil suit.

you drew something? he's sure it looks wonderful, whatever it is, he's already framing it in his office.

(yes this has something to do with a certain somebody abandoning him over a friendship bracelet as a child)

he likes having you physically close to him, the louder your heartbeat is in his ears, the more secure he can feel about your safety.

your warmth reminds him that you're okay, so he likes having you nearby, whether you're heads on his stomach or you're sitting somewhere three rooms over.

he's not a helicopter parent, per-se, but he has a tendency to be protective and worried —

he tries to be around at nighttime, even with the whole vigilante gig getting in the way sometimes, having you play doctor on his wounds makes him feel both guilty and comforted.

his favorite form of tylenol has a tiny heartbeat and hands that wrap around his fingers, after all.

bedtime stories aren't his favorite thing in the world, for obvious reasons, but if he's trying to get you to sleep, sometimes he'll practice his latest defenses until you nod off.

he assumes the legal talk knocks you out better than goodnight moon, anyway.

depending on the day, he's bringing you along to the office or church with him — the firm isn't very full during certain seasons, so he figures you can take a nap on the couch in his office or color over Foggy's paperwork.

Foggy's not the biggest fan of the latter —

the underneath of Matt's desk also makes a great fort— he'll pretend he can't hear you sticking stickers to the bottom or playing with his shoelaces.

on weekends, he'll take you by St. Agnes to sleep through morning mass, Sister Maggie usually has a hot chocolate ready for you in a special mug afterwards.

he's not one to force things like sunday school on you, but the church is a place he grew up and visits often, plus letting you see his mother makes him smile.

the two of you get donuts on the way home — or, you get donuts and Matt gets something overpriced and artisanal while he tries not to cringe at the overbearing scent of dyed sugar.

he's definitely a silly dad, holding you upside down by your ankles or slinging you over his shoulder while he cleans the apartment.

he draws out questions and asks silly things just to hear you giggle — "what?! you're four years old? are you sure? are you actually... five? no?"

overall, you're his kid and he loves you more than anything.

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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years

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Hcs of Matt Murdock x introverted!fem!reader?? Can be SFW or NSFW??

Nonny, this request is right up my alley. Thank you for the ask!!!💜 This totally isn’t self-serving and pulled on from my own personality, what are you talking about, don't look at me like that

Fluffy and smutty headcanon | Matt Murdock x Introverted!Fem Reader

When you first met Matt, you didn’t say much, but wow you thought he was handsome.

Of course Matt was smiling and smirking that cocky grin as he mixed and mingled, but it wasn’t because of the lively conversation.

No no.

He could tell you were sneaking glances at him. Your heartbeat caught his ear’s attention, and that made him focus in on the way your blood rushed to your face.

He excused himself from the group he was with and made his way over to you.

“Hi,” he said with a smirk. “I’m Matt.”

You introduced yourself with a smile, putting your people-socializing face on. “You’re Foggy’s friend, right?”

Conversation flowed easily, but as it went on, he could tell you were growing tired, despite how fast your heart was racing.

When you got home and plopped down on your bed wiped from the interactions, you let you mind drift to the handsome blind man that made your heart race.

By no means had you expected to see him again, and you sure as hell weren’t expecting him to be single.

Your first date with him had been completely accidental, but you had talked for hours on end, and you hadn’t felt drained. If anything, you wanted it to keep going.

When Matt asked to see you again sometime, you wanted to say yes, but then panicked.

You knew how you were. You’re fine until you’re aware you like someone. Then you get weird.

“You okay?” he asked with a gentle hand in your arm.

“Y-Yeah,” you stuttered.

Matt had been so worried he scared you off by something he said or did, he didn’t think before he spoke next.

“Listen,” he started. “I really like you. That doesn’t happen a lot for me. If I made things weird, I’m sorry.”

“Oh my God, no, that’s not—wait, what?”

The man blushed. He fucking blushed like a kid with a crush.

He cleared his throat. “You’re easy to talk to. You listen, and you really think about the things we talk about. And I like the sound of your voice.”

After nervous chuckles both bubbled from your chests, things were a lot easier after that. He knew exactly what to say to get you out of your shell and let you shine so incredibly brightly.

While neither of you are opposed to a nice night out, you both enjoyed spending nights in together. Turns out, for all of the charm that is Matthew Murdock, he can be just as big of an introvert as you.

Matt especially loves it when you two cook together. He can always tell what you’re going to do because of his heightened senses, but the way that you respond to him lets him know how comfortable you are together.

One night, he had asked you what book you were reading. He’d never read it himself, and after he told you that, you offered to start from the beginning—even though you were halfway through.

He’s pretty sure that’s the moment that he knew he was in love with you.

And, God above, did he love the sound of your voice. That was the first thing he wanted to hear in the morning, the last thing we wanted to hear at night, again and again for the rest of his life.

When you found out he was Daredevil, your reaction threw Matt—the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, the Man Without Fear—for a loop.

You used his spare key to drop off a surprise for him at the same time he was descending the roof access steps in his Devil suit—helmet in hands

Matt was mortified, especially since he didn’t hear you.

“Huh.”

“Huh”? That’s all you have to say?

“I can explain,” he panted.

“You don’t have to. I mean, it’d be nice, but you don’t have to now.”

Without another word, he heard you pad over to the kitchen and grab a glass, filling it with water before you met him at the base of the stairs.

“D’you need anything else?”

He explained everything as you sat on his couch, applying some bandages to wounds softly oozing blood and carefully balancing an ice pack on his shoulder. And you just listened, letting him get it all out.

“It’s a lot,” you said after a heavy pause. “It explains things, though.”

“How?”

You carefully licked your lips, taking a careful breath to figure out how to articulate your thoughts.

“Well . . . You know things that you shouldn’t. You know things that seeing people wouldn’t. And then there’s all the bruises and cuts and sore muscles. No person is that clumsy—for all that you know and act how you do and then just to write it off as ‘Whoops, I’m just a klutz’? This makes perfect sense.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Mad isn’t the right word. I’m upset that you felt that you couldn’t tell me, but I fully understand why you didn’t. I just hope that now you feel comfortable enough to come to me so I can help you for whatever you need.”

Man, if conversation came easily before, it flowed like a stream now, and you were so incredibly in sync.

And this openness didn’t just effect your everyday lives.

Oh no.

It only made your sex lives better.

It’s no secret that Matt is experienced with women, and knows exactly what to do to make you feel good.

And just because you’re an introvert, that doesn’t mean you’re naïve.

The sex between you two is mind. Blowing.

It’s nothing like either of you experienced before.

Tender, loving sex.

Lazy morning sex.

Shower sex.

Quickie sex.

Office sex.

It was a good day at the office sex.

It’s been a rough week at work sex.

Hard night of patrol sex.

I missed you sex.

I was worried about you sex.

You’ve got me feeling like a horny teen sex.

Days that end in -y sex.

You name it—once you two started being intimate, you didn’t want to stop.

You, who is usually so quiet and reserved, let yourself be vocal and loud when you’re with Matt—he makes you feel safe enough to be like that, and you want to let him know in whatever way that you can.

And Matt, who can be so stoic, relaxes and enjoys the moments where you’re under him, wrapped around him, fingers sending goosebumps all over his skin, making his hair stick up in all kinds of directions, whispering his name over and over like a prayer.

After the horned-secret is no longer an invisible barrier between you two, everything just got so much better.

You hold onto one another tighter, kiss more passionately, feel everything so much deeper.

You both know sex isn’t everything, but it takes your relationship to the next level.

You love each other so much.

But maybe most of all, you both love how you were able to pull each other out of your shells.

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year

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dendron daydreams

a/n: loosely inspired by an old ghosthoney tiktok I randomly remembered one day

warnings: matt murdock x reader, established relationship, waking matt up only to ask him a dumb question, grumpy x sunshine vibes

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“Hey,” you whispered, lightly running your palm over Matt’s bicep, trying to stir him from his deep slumber. Your gentle attempt not yielding any satisfactory result, you then resumed to raise your voice slightly and tap his warm skin, “hey, Matt, Matthew.”

Sucking a sharp breath in through his nose, he stirred, quickly placing his own hand over the back of yours, “what?” his voice was deep with sleep.

“Are you awake?”

“What’s wrong? What time is it?” he asked groggily, giving your fingers a small squeeze.

Settling back down on your pillow, you watched him with bright eyes as you wondered, “if you were a tree, what tree would you be?”

Sighing deeply, all sense of growing worry escaped him at once as he again relaxed and replied, sounding completely indifferent, “I don’t know.”

“You think you’d be an oak? Elm? Cedar? Willow? Hickory? Birch? Spruce?” you listed each one off like they were of immense importance.

“I don’t care,” he murmured, withdrawing his comforting fingers.

“Maybe some sort of pine? Huh? Because you’re really big and strong but also a little prickly. Like a hedgehog.”

“Okay,” his disinterest was as clear as day in his tired tone, though you didn’t pick up on it, being too invested in the dendron daydream to stop the waterfall of words that flowed from your lips.

“Do you wanna know what type of tree I think I would be?” you asked brightly.

Twisting his body to get comfortable once more, he let out the smallest of grumbles and went back to sleep.

“I think,” your eyes darted across the dimly lit ceiling, “I would maybe be some kind of apple tree… like, maybe one that’s the shorter side… equal parts wild with the tangled branches, but also absolutely beautiful with the flowers and the fruits…” you blabbered on like a little child as Matt’s soft snores once again found your restless ears.

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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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ohlovxr · 2 years

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thinking about how matt eats pussy to show gratitude. he’s just so overwhelmed with how much he loves you when you do those little things to care for him and show him your love, that he resorts to doing the thing that he knows makes you feel good.

bring him lunch at work with the intention to not leave until he’s actually eaten because sometimes he gets too preoccupied and forgets to take care of himself? you’re getting bent over his desk and he’s spearing your pretty hole open with his tongue before you can say anything other than your initial “hey matty.”

fussing over him and some minor injuries he came back with after patrol? you’re getting pushed back into the couch, folded nearly in half, and he’s lapping at your twitching clit until you’ve come so many times that you become a wet, boneless mess under his hold.

wake up early in the morning as he’s getting dressed, even though you don’t have to be up for hours, just so you can send him off with “have a good day at work, honey. don’t get into too much trouble. love you”? you’re getting yanked down to the edge of the bed and watching as your boyfriend kneels down and throws your legs over his shoulders to bury his tongue into your fluttering cunt.

#eating pussy is his love language #and that’s that #this is my little hc if you don’t agree move along pls 🙄#let me live in fantasy land #matt murdock x reader #notsfw

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hellscupboards · 1 year

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i like it when college!mattfoggy smoke weed for the first time together and it mellows out matt's senses yeah yeah but you KNOW in your heart of hearts college!mattfoggy got sold some shit ass weed that gave matt a panic attack because he could suddenly feel his blood-brain barrier and had foggy making boxed mac n cheese in their dorm room coffee maker

#mattfoggy #'im fucking stupid' and 'im stupid'#daredevil #matt murdock #foggy nelson #daredevil hc #funnily enough i wrote this while smoking weed

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loomontoia · 2 years

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