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hailey-murdock · 8 months
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Matt Murdock's ass.
That's literally it
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djarin-jpg · 1 year
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guys guys we got our boy back FIGHTING IN THE HALLWAYS
(and the track in the background sounded a lil like ‘Hallway Fight’ from DD s1 which had me yelling)
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thelastwalkingsoul · 1 year
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Can we appreciate that one of Matt’s first lines was a fucking blind joke?
He probably gets such a kick out of making those it not even funny.
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yarrystyleeza · 28 days
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The 1: You Would've Been The One (M.M)
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Matt Murdock x female!reader
Religious settings (at the beginning), implied intimacy, misunderstandings, alleged cheating, things going south, sadness, break—up, exes but pining, no happy ending.
Summary: on an August rainy night, you walked by Josie's and the memories came rushing back in your head.
Word count: 1.4k!
Writer's note: this idea popped in my head when I was recalling 'the 1' lyrics and I get the first and last scenes in my head and I almost cried. This will get a second part from Matt's perspective. Not very proofread but I'm trying to fix it :')
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Drop after drop, the rain sweetly bounced off your shoulders as you strolled down the street. The rain makes the sound of sizzling rice from a distance. The ground is glistening, it smells earthy despite you're walking in New York. The city always looked beautiful when it was raining. It was calm, quiet, and cozy. You'd snuggle into one of the walls and they'd embrace you warmly.
Splashing the little water puddles forming on concrete with your steps, you kept walking on the sidewalk to prevent getting water in your boots.
Your hair is damp and your skin is flushed and wet. It's not fall yet, but you loved this time of the year.
Beams of light flared through the partially fogged glass, people's warm breaths created a tepid and pleasant atmosphere.
Your eyes peer inside for an unintended glance and you see him there, sitting at one of the tables with his two friends around him.
Your heart palpitates as if you were hit by a truck and thrown on the side of the road. Broken, bleeding, crying, dead.
Why did it have to end?
Two years ago. After attending the Mass on a Sunday morning, you went to a coffee shop nearby to meet one of your friends at noon.
You sat alone for a while and waited. You called your friend and she told you she had an emergency and couldn't call you. She apologized and you hung up. You ordered coffee and waited for your order.
The bell at the door rung and it caught your ears, you glanced up from your phone and you saw him walk in. You recognized him. He always attended Sunday service, you've often seen him sitting at the last couple pews, he'd always stay after the Mass. You'd watch him kneeling, hands gathered at his forehead in a praying fist.
You've seen him crying a couple of times and you wondered what a good—looking —in the sense of kindness because you've seen it—blind man would've done that would make him snivel and tremble the way he did.
You would've never expected what he cried about. Not in a million years.
He placed his order and you saw him walk in your direction. He took a seat in front of you. It was astounding. You cleared your throat. His head shot up and he himself was astonished to find out that someone was sitting on the other side of the table.
The eleven in the morning sunlight casted upon the side of his face as he sat by the window in front of you. The beams crept into the corners of his gentle face. His eyes sparkled behind the red blinds and you later learned that they were hazelish brown.
"I'm Matt." his voice still vivid in your ears as if he just said it. His voice was gravelly but sweet. Warm. It made your stomach churn with butterflies that you died to keep from rising once again.
You often thought if he did that on purpose, if he intended on sitting in front of you the way he did, if he knew you before you knew him.
It makes you smile. He chose you. Above all. At least for once.
The next Sunday, he stopped you as you paced between the pews on your way out. He asked if he could grab some coffee with you—after learning that you too attended the Sunday service.
You sat together and talked about almost everything. He kept flashing smiles at you and you kept falling deeper. You knew he was going to be the death of you. And how you wished to die in his hands.
Where did it go wrong?
The haunting memory of his lips marking your being, worshipping every inch of your existence. The words he never stopped telling you. The 'I love you's and the 'you're mine's. The sweet flirts and the tempting ones.
You were his death and his living, you were his vigor and his redemption, you were his eyes and his hands and his being, you were his everything.
Heart, head, body and soul. He loved all of you. He wanted all of you, the same way you did.
You accept—hell, you wanted both Matt Murdock and Daredevil, you wanted the lawyer and the vigilante, you embraced both his darkness and daylight, you were in for the deep and the high, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health.
If he died you'd die with him, and if he lived you'd live for him.
So why did it all go wrong?
A year of going back and forth, bickering and talking, stitching and love-making, dating and staying in, dinners and brunches, kisses and touches. You did it all. You've never been better.
But then he decided to make it even better.
Saturday night at Josie's. You sat with him and his friends to grab some drinks and bond. Foggy and Karen walked to the island to grab refills when he grabbed your hand, slowly, gently, sensationally and adeptly.
You turned to look at him, a little taken aback by the touch—a little taken off guard. He stood off his seat and knelt to the ground. Red blinds off and his face is so red and torn by a smile, tinted with a bit of uncertainty, of fear but of excitement about the unknown, too.
Maybe he was afraid you'd reject it, or maybe he rethought it and found it was too early. You never knew.
"Will you marry me?" you look at his free hand—but it wasn't that much of free. He had a ring between his digits and his thumb, placed so close to the finger that shoots straight to your heart.
You said yes.
He promised to love and cherish you, till death do you apart.
He never lied, though. Because one night, you died, and to you—he died, too, both of you died.
The night it all went wrong.
He told you he had a mission later that night, but when he returned—he didn't have his red suit on. He wore a tuxedo, instead. You imagined this was how he'd look on your wedding day.
He'd wait for you at the end of the aisle next to Father Lantom as your father escorts you to your spot, your white dress makes you look like an angel—no, you were an angel, that's what he always told you.
You'd look onto both sides, both families are present, all smiling and happy. Your mother is crying—but she's happy, too, she's always wanted to see you in white and this is your day.
You look back straight. Matt is grinning, his bowtie is a little crooked to the side but his hair was combed perfectly. Foggy and Karen are standing on each side along with your other friends—your bridemaids and groomsmen.
Both of you recite your vows perfectly, almost knowing them by heart. You're now a husband and a wife. Even death would never do you apart.
Until you saw the red lipstick print on the white collar of his dress shirt.
Both your brain and heart shattered, you almost heard glass breaking. Maybe it was the glass of water you had once carried in your hand when you walked out of the kitchen to meet him at the hallway.
That's when you really noticed the other details. His loosened bowtie. His wrinkled collar. And the reddened nail marks on the skin of his neck.
Your stomach sunk. The cold crept up your fingertips to fill your body. Your eyes remained fixed on him. Did he thought you wouldn't notice?
You were terrified to ask how he got to look like that. Not from him, Matt never scared you, he was always gentle and kind—but from the things he might have done to get to this point.
There was another woman.
The next events were a blur. Your ears were clogged, you were crying, you threw the ring in his face, you barely put any proper clothes on, you walked away and out of his life.
It was raining. Just like tonight.
And if my wishes came true
It would've been you
You sob. The heavy dew showers you—hiding your tears, to console you, to let you know that you're not the only one crying tonight—the sky is crying, too.
You felt heavy. Head and heart, and clothes. It felt cold to think of it all.
You hug yourself tighter. You glance back for the last time. You walk yourself home.
But it would've been fun
If you would've been the one
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Look at him.
There be no thoughts behind those eyes.
What a man.
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matthewmurdockswife · 3 months
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Maybe its just Matts
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djarintreble · 1 year
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a familiar duet between two hearts
matt murdock x reader
tags: i love comforting matt but like- now it’s my turn. uno reverse card. reader with anxiety, talks of anxiety symptoms (mine at least), i wrote this from my phone in my car in the driveway after a really bad day, unedited, just a lil drabble of matt comfort cause if i need it, someone else probably needs it too.
NOTE: for some reason tumblr decided to copy a few paragraphs and if i try to delete them it deletes an actual paragraph… so yeah i ain’t messing with that glitch. here’s the warning, anyways thank you for reading <3
word count: probably about 1k oops
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it finally occurred to matt why something felt off to him today. even with you gone, he felt the remnants of you lingering onto to the way his heart beat faster than normal. you were his solid. you were his grounding. so when you, yourself, felt unsettled, matt had no choice but to feel it, too. it broke his heart to think he didn’t realize it sooner. but it hit him now.
your schedule has been too much lately. it felt like you were nonstop for months now. when you finished one thing, you already missed the deadline for 3 others. you felt guilty when you put time into anything other than the work in front of you. even when you were home with matt, you were listing off things you needed to get done. matt said you were working too hard. matt also could sense how tired your body really was, despite you trying to convince him you were fine.
you have been with matt long enough for him to memorize the tempo of your heart beat. the sweet steady beat that grounded him when he felt the world spiraling around him. the pulse that he would focus on when he wanted to block the world out. moments where all he wanted to hear was the calming drone of the AC and your heart as he embraced you. there would be nights on patrol that wouldn’t end well. coming back to his apartment to hear your soft breathing would fix it all. his adrenaline filled chest would hitch before falling back into rhythm with yours. knowing he could crawl into bed and hold you in his arms, this was how he calmed down.
no wonder he truly felt anxious without a real personal cause. his heart has been naturally grounding itself with yours that didn’t seem to want to allow you to calm down.
“hey, sweetheart. long day?” he asked, finally acknowledging you. he heard you as you approached the apartment but he was listening in on your breathing. he knew when your anxiety was bad, it affected you physically and he needed to check just how bad it was today.
“hey, sweetheart. long day?” he asked, finally acknowledging you. he heard you as you approached the apartment but he was listening in on your breathing. he knew when your anxiety was bad, it affected you physically and he needed to check just how bad it was today.
“hey, sweetheart. long day?” he asked, finally acknowledging you. he heard you as you approached the apartment but he was listening in on your breathing. he knew when your anxiety was bad, it affected you physically and he needed to check just how bad it was today.
“eh, the usual.” you shrugged, trying not to make a big deal over the fact that the day was in fact shitty.
“it’s finally the weekend. i thought i’d get this for us to celebrate.” he acknowledged the display in front of him and you couldn’t help but smile. the mere fact he thought about you in order to get this made your heart swell.
“matty, you didn’t have to do this.” you placed your hands on your waist and sighed. it seemed you unintentionally brought the stress of work home. because you’ve been nonstop lately, it seems like you didn’t know how to tell the two apart; work life and personal life. it’s been affecting your health too. the additional stress you’ve been carry was starting to weigh in your back and knees as well as causing this heavy sensation in your chest. it didn’t help that your health app notified you that your average resting heart rate has increased by ten points over the week. you knew you needed to relax or this would cause more problems, but deadlines are deadlines, they don’t wait for you.
“matty, you didn’t have to do this.” you placed your hands on your waist and sighed. it seemed you unintentionally brought the stress of work home. because you’ve been nonstop lately, it seems like you didn’t know how to tell the two apart; work life and personal life. it’s been affecting your health too. the additional stress you’ve been carry was starting to weigh in your back and knees as well as causing this heavy sensation in your chest. it didn’t help that your health app notified you that your average resting heart rate has increased by ten points over the week. you knew you needed to relax or this would cause more problems, but deadlines are deadlines, they don’t wait for you.
“you sure you don’t want to talk about, love?” he suggested as he laid out the take out boxes. you sighed and told him.
“i feel like a broken record but it just doesn’t seem to stop and i’m overwhelmed but i can’t just stop or it will be worse when i get back to it. and it doesn’t help that my one professor just keeps nagging at me for the same thing and i can’t seem to fix it or please everyone and im tired. im tired, matty. i just-“ the venting began to overwhelm you again as you vented on about your day.
matt understood this conflict you felt between doing any and everything versus saying no and letting yourself rest. he himself doesn’t know how to accept help most of the time or how to admit he was even in pain. that’s why he assumed you wouldn’t accept any help from him. when he realized talking about it was just stressing you out even more, he stood up from the couch and made his way over to you.
“come here” he mumbled before pulling you into an embrace. you had no choice but to inhale his familiar scent and wrap your arms back around his body. as if rehearsed, matt began to inhale loudly and holding for a few seconds before exhaling. “breath with me, baby.”
you didn’t even realize how natural it was for you to lock into his own breathing. being in this position left little space between your hearts as you allowed yourselves to connect and match your breathing. matt wouldn’t dare move until he, too, could feel the synchronized tempo between the two of you. it was a familiar duet between two hearts that fought to be the one to comfort the other. most of the time it was you that was solid. you, who reminded him of safety and comfort. but today, it was your turn to simply breath.
when it seemed your body was finally able to get out of the anxious state it was in and allowed you to calm down, matt pulled out of the hug leaned in to press a soft kiss to your forehead. the sentiment alone made you release a sigh that traveled down your body, relaxing your muscles. the kind of sigh that tells your body to regulate.
“there you go. how do you feel?” he asked in a soft voice.
“better. thank you, matt. i needed that.”
“always. now, no more school. im not going to go out either. just you and me, tonight. deal?”
part of you wanted to question just what you were sacrificing by not doing schoolwork but the fact that matt told you he was not going on patrol tonight just so he could stay with you? yeah, school could wait. the devil of hell’s kitchen chose you. he chose you.
“deal.”
matt was and will always there to remind you that sometimes it’s okay. it’s okay to not be okay. but he’s also there to ground you when you feel it become too much. a simple embrace is enough to calm down an anxious heart but only if you allow yourself the chance to breath.
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coffeeandbatboys · 1 year
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Rainy day attack (Matt Murdock x Reader)
had a cute idea for a fluff/humor scenario.
Warnings: tickle fight! Fluff, some light intimacy but totally sfw.
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You were royally bored. It was Sunday, which meant you were supposed to go to the park with Matt, but the weather had other plans.
Suddenly, you had an idea.
He sat at the couch with his computer and earpiece in, so he'd be less likely to focus on your skipping heartbeat as you began to form a plan. After being around Matt for as long as you had, you developed a good idea of how to figure him out.
You casually positioned yourself behind him, working your fingers through his hair as an excuse to stand there. He sighed happily at this, oblivious to what was about to happen.
All at once, you crept your hands down to his sides and began tickling. A half laugh, half startled cry left Matt's lips, and you couldn't help from cackling yourself.
" Oh my God Matty..." You barely breathed out. "You sounded like a dying chicken!"
But you quickly realized what a mistake you made. While you were in your doubled over state, Matt turned around, grinning like an adorable idiot. "Oh y/n...you asked for it."
He lunged to the right, but you effectively dodged him, running around the couch to his left. You attempted to catch him from behind again, but he spun around before you got the chance to do so. Facing each other, you began tickling each other's sides relentlessly. However, in one clean move, Matt swept your feet out from under you, placed both palms flat behind your shoulder blades, and carefully lowered you to the floor.
"I win." He grinned again, shifting above you so you wouldn't suffocate.
"Even in a tickle fight...you still manage to make sure I don't get hurt." You breathed heavily, tears of laughter pricking your eyes.
"That's my job, sweetheart."
After a second, your lips met in a soft kiss, parting only to go back for more smaller ones. He sat up, allowing you to get up as well.
"God I hope we're still like this when were old. I never want to get tired of you." Matt chuckled.
"Me neither, Matty. Me neither."
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Taking it Slow
𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘣!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯. 𝘐𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦.
𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 18+ 𝘖𝘕𝘓𝘠!! 𝘔𝘐𝘕𝘖𝘙𝘚 𝘋𝘕𝘐!! 𝘛𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘮!𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘭 (𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨), 𝘱𝘦𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴
𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.1𝘬
You had been planning this dinner for weeks. You had been rushing things with Matt for too long. Quick kisses while you two grabbed a coffee during lunch, fast paced moments in his office late at night before he ran off to do his other job. You wanted something slow, something you could take your time with.
It would have taken ages to get a reservation at one of the nicer restaurants, so you opted to cook something instead. You hummed quietly as you stirred the contents of the pan, swaying your hips to the soft song you’d been listening to. A grin worked its way onto your face as a knock sounded from the front of your apartment. “It’s open!” You called, knowing the person on the other side would be able to hear you.
Matt’s footsteps were all-too-familiar. You didn’t turn your attention away from the stove as he set his things down on your sofa. The smell of freshly done laundry and his cologne enveloped you as he stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. His chest pressed against your back as his chin rested on your shoulder. “Hi.”
You chuckled, leaning your head against his as you set your stirring spoon down. “Hi. Dinner’s almost done. I wasn’t expecting you so early.” 
You tilted your head slightly as his nose nuzzled against your cheek. “Smells delicious.” He paused, his stubble grazing your skin as he nipped at your neck. “Food smells good, too.” You smacked one of his hands that rested against your stomach, drawing a soft laugh from him. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll be good.”
You knew better than to believe him, especially as his fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt, his knuckles just barely brushing against the skin of your waist. “Matthew…” He hummed in response. “We’re never going to get to eat dinner if you can’t behave yourself.”
“What if I want dessert first?” He muttered against your shoulder, pressing his hips into your backside. If his touch wasn’t so overwhelming, you’d laugh at him for the cheesy line. You could feel yourself melting against him, searching your brain for every ounce of willpower you had. 
Slowly, you peeled his hands off of you. “You are ridiculous, Matt Murdock. Go sit down. And try to keep your hands to yourself until after we’ve eaten.” You roll your eyes at the sigh that leaves his lips, smile still stretching your lips.
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It doesn’t take the two of you long to finish your meal. Perhaps it’s because you skipped lunch. Perhaps it’s because the insatiable man in front of you can’t wait to get his hands back on you. You’re inclined to think it’s the latter.
As you wash up, Matt reclines on your sofa. His hand reaches over to brush over the cover of the book on the end table. The words on the cover aren’t braille, but they are indented into the material of the book. “Is this new?” He asks, his voice slightly raised so you can hear him over the running water.
You shut off the tap, making your way over to the sofa. You settle in beside him, his hand finding your thigh almost immediately. You reach over him, grabbing the book in question. “This? Fairly. I’ve read it before, I’m just re-reading it now.”
“Must be good if you’re reading it more than once.” His arm slinks around your waist, pulling you closer into his side. You hum contently, resting your head against his shoulder. He had taken his suit jacket off, along with his crisp button-down. He was clad in just his slacks and a white t-shirt now. He looked beautiful like this, you thought. His hair was slightly messy, and you had to stop yourself from running your fingers through it. His red-tinted glasses were gone, letting you see his warm brown eyes. Their unfocused gaze never once bothered you. You loved looking into them, regardless of whether they could look back. “Will you read it to me?” He asked softly, his fingertips drawing lazy circles against your side.
“You want me to read to you?”
Matt shrugged. “I like hearing your voice.” The words almost sounded sheepish, causing your heart to leap into your throat. After all this time, he could still stir the butterflies in your stomach.
You, of course, would indulge him. You settled further against him, opening the cover of the book. It was a fantasy novel you’d picked up a few months ago. Something a friend recommended to you. You hadn’t gotten more than two sentences in when Matt’s hand began wandering.
It started somewhat innocently, his fingers slipping under your shirt and grazing the skin just below your breast. You attempted to pay it no mind, continuing to focus on the words printed on the page in front of you. You stumbled over your words as his other hand came to rest on your thigh, just below the hem of your skirt. “Matt.” You warned.
A quiet “hm?” was his only response.
“I can’t focus when you do that.”
“Yes, you can, angel.” The feeling of his fingertips dragging along your thigh made your legs part just slightly, like your body was responding to silent commands from the man next to you. “Keep reading.” He demanded, his left hand traveling up to cup your breast.
Your breaths were short as you attempted to focus, to keep reading line after line. Matt’s head dipped down, his lips brushing the skin of your bare neck. Your head spun as he caressed you, finding every inch of skin he could. The hand on your leg drew further up, his knuckles ghosting over where you needed him most. You gasped, clenching your legs together and capturing his hand in the process. Matt growled above you. The sound alone was enough to make you tremble. “Keep your legs open, angel. Be a good girl for me.”
His words were almost torturous. Slowly, you spread your knees for him. His teeth nipped at your neck as his index finger slipped under the fabric of your underwear. The book fell from your hands as his finger slid through your folds, drawing a chuckle from him. “P-Please…” You whined.
His thumb connected with your clit, your hips bucking upward in response. “All worked up for me already, sweet girl? I’ve barely touched you.” His thumb drew short circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves at your core. He slipped one finger into you as he bit into your neck. It was hard enough that you knew there would be a mark tomorrow. His other hand squeezed your breast, his slim fingers gently tugging at your nipple.
Your back arched as you let out a soft whimper. Your body was always so responsive to Matt’s touched, and he loved it. You couldn’t form a coherent thought, let alone tell him how you were feeling. You settled for a quiet moan instead as he added another of his fingers into your core.
Your hips rutted against his hand as he began to pump his digits in and out of you. You skirt had hiked its way up your legs, bunching up around your waste. “You’re always so good for me, angel. So responsive. I love those cute little noises you make.”
“Please, Matty…” You breathed, whimpers freely leaving your parted lips. “Need you…”
Matt hummed. You whined as he slid his fingers out of you. You opened your mouth wider as he raised them to your lips, gently pressing them against your tongue. You heard him groan as you sucked your arousal off of him, running your tongue over his calloused skin. “Not yet, sweetheart. Wanna taste you first.”
You watched as he sunk to his knees in front of you. His fingers looped into the waistband of your skirt, and you lifted your hips just enough for him to slide it off along with your underwear. You hummed as he pressed his lips against your inner thigh, his hands resting on your knees to spread you wider for him.
You keened as his tongued licked up your seam before flicking the sensitive bud at the center. You felt him grin against your skin as he lapped at you, fingers finding their way back to your dripping cunt. The familiar build in the pit of your stomach told you that you wouldn’t make it much longer.
Your head dropped back onto the couch as he worked a third finger inside of you, still sucking and licking at your clit like a man starved. Your fingers found their way into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer to you as your climax drew closer.
Matt moaned as your release finally washed over you. He licked up every drop of your arousal before sitting up on his knees. He grinned up at you as his hands wrapped around your arms, pulling you down to him. Your lips met his instantly, and you could taste yourself on his tongue.
“Your turn.” You managed between breaths, standing up on shaky legs. Matt stood with you, hands still on your arms as he caressed your bare skin. Your hands smoothed down his chest until they reached his belt. You fumbled for only a moment before finally tearing it off of him.
You slid his slacks off with ease, feeling your stomach tighten at the sight of the prominent bulge in his briefs. Matt let out a shaky breath as you trailed your fingers over the outline. You gently palmed him through the fabric, smirking when his hips bucking into your touch. “Angel, you’re going to kill me if you don’t do something.”
You chuckled, sliding his briefs down his legs. His erection sprung free, thick and long and throbbing at the anticipation of your next move. Matt’s fingers held your hair back as you slid to your knees. He groaned above you as you placed a chaste kiss to the tip. You slipped just the head of his cock between your lips, fingers wrapping around the base.
By the way Matt tensed above you, you could tell it was taking every ounce of restraint he had not to thrust into your mouth. You moaned at the thought, causing him to grip your hair tighter at the sensation. “Sweet girl, it’s not polite to tease.”
His scolding had you clenching your thighs as you sunk your mouth further down on his cock. The shaky breath he took only spurred you on as you bobbed your head over his length. Your tongue brushed over a particularly sensitive spot on the underside of him, and that last bit of restraint left him. He thrusted into your mouth as he groaned, hitting the back of your throat. “Fuck, sorry. I can’t… you’re too good to me, angel. I can’t help myself.”
You pulled back for a brief moment, replacing the movements of your mouth with your hand as you caught your breath. “So don’t. I want you to use me, Matty.”
Another breathy curse left his lips as you sunk your mouth back onto him. He didn’t hold back this time, thrusting into your mouth until tears welled in your eyes. Unrestrained moans flowed from his parted lips, and you had to clench your thighs to relieve the pressure building there.
You loved seeing him like this, so worked up and hard for you. You loved watching him, his face contorted in pleasure as he drew closer and closer to the edge.
Matt reached his climax without warning, burying himself as far as he could and painting the back of your throat with ropes of come. You moaned at the taste before pulling off of him, swallowing everything he had to offer. Soft curses left his lips as he pulled you off of your knees. 
You chuckled softly as he brushed his fingers over your swollen lips. “Are you okay?” He asked softly, pressing his forehead to yours.
“Of course I’m okay, Matt. You’d know if I wasn’t.”
His fingertips trailed down your cheek, your neck, skimming over your collar bones before tracing the valley between your breasts. “Good, that’s good.” He breathed. “Because I don’t think I’m finished with you quite yet.”
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murdocks-devil · 2 years
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Thinking about wearing Matt's ratty old Columbia sweatshirt, skin showing through holes coz it's so lovingly well-worn, curled up on his couch with a soft blanket, book in hand as rain rages on outside and constant downpour mutes the way the giant billboard light paints the room. Thinking about watching the strokes of watercolor neon swirling on the wall, and getting sleepy. Thinking about falling asleep because it's been a long day in a long week but he's out there so you gotta stay up till he's back, because of course you do. There's no questions about it. It's non negotiable. But sleep is a ruthless player that flips the game after a long moment of silence that's been stretching out in the apartment since he left for patrol.
Thinking about waking up groggy, vision blurry but feeling soft and warm and cradled and loved. The unyielding chest behind your back, the soft pillows and softer blanket pulled over the two of you. The gentle, loving circle of his arms around you, a touch of possessiveness in the stance that you bask in, the infinte love and protection that threatens to overwhelm you. It's still raining outside, and you have no memory of him coming home or being carried to bed, but there are no bandages visible in the low light, and no outward signs of injuries, so you decide to rest easy for the night till you can inspect further in the morning.
Thinking about him turning in his sleep so his back is now facing you, but even in his sleep he seeks you out, feels around till he catches your arm and throws it over himself so you can cuddle closer, your leg thrown over his.
Thinking about sleeping next to each other, about sharing a bed in the literal sense, of sharing a home. About the Devil of Hell's Kitchen trusting someone enough to let himself be vulnerable, and take assurance in the knowledge that he's loved and protected, even in his sleep. Especially in his sleep. About the comfort and peace and love stored in a warm circle of arms, when they belong to the Devil that's carrying you to bed making sure you have socks on for the cold night, and when they belong to you, pulling him close, as though the love can be diffused via touch alone.
Thinking of the domesticity of quiet love, that doesn't demand recognition or rewards, but rather simply exists for the beloved.
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crowleying · 2 years
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Foggy telling Karen Matt has a drinking problem to cover up for his superhero night job has the same vibes as Gaius telling Arthur Merlin is in the tavern to cover up for his magic, and I love it.
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My problem isn’t Daredevil. it never was.
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little-miss-dilf-lover · 11 months
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I love the request that anon did about Matt x adopted son. Could you rewrite the fic but with Matt and Reader celebrating the 12 or 13 birthday of his son? Just if you want to
hii! 🥹 thank you sm! sorry it’s taken so long. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌
birthday boy
Matt Murdock x f reader (with their son)
wc || 0.6k
warnings || none
been so long since a Matt fic, really sorry!!
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fort stories (in case you want to read the ‘first part’)
Micheal was turning thirteen and neither one of you could believe that your baby boy was about to become a teenager. Not long ago did it feel like Micheal would run around the backyard in his diaper, or when Matt would read a nightly bedtime story. It was all these tiny things that made it hard for you both to accept he was growing up. You were excited for the next step in your parental relationship, but you couldn’t but miss the way he’d fit so snuggly in your arms. Matt was also sad that his boy was growing up, but he was also excited for the next step, excited to develop a deeper connection with Mike.
You originally suggested a quaint backyard barbecue with all of your close loved ones; Maggie, Foggy, Marci and their twin girls. As well as Karen, Frank and their baby boy Ben. You and Matt wanted to share this special time with the people that meant the most, but that being said, it was Micheal’s birthday so you gave him his chance to choose. He had picked a quiet and fun day with his dad, at first you were a little upset but Micheal has always been a daddy’s boy so it wasn’t exactly a shock. Matt tried to persuade him to invite you, but he already had his mind set, just like his father.
To Matt’s displeasure, Michael has recently had a thing for another masked vigilante of New York, who just so happens to be Spider-Man. So you spent the day baking and decorating his birthday cake, working meticulously to get his webbed face mask as neat as possible while Matt played football with Micheal in the backyard. Tackling each other and laughing away.
They had already spent the better half of the day playing video games, using his birthday gifts and eating shitty pizza, so by now, they had plenty of energy to burn off.
You called Matt aside so you could both bring out the cake, singing happy birthday as you walked over to your smiling son sitting at the dining table. You two placed the red-masked face down in front of Micheal which immediately widened his grin. “Mom? Spider-Man?” He excitedly exclaimed, staring at the details.
“Spider-Man? Really?” Matt turns to face you, visibly displeased. Tone flat as he hid a smile. “I’m offended.”
“Don’t worry, I prefer Daredevil.” You grin, hugging his side. Turning to face Michael, your facial expressions are playful as you shake your head. Whispering. “Spider-Man is way cooler.”
“Hm.” Matt jokingly frowns, turning his attention to Micheal. “Make your wish buddy.”
After Micheal blows out his candles, you and Matt grin and clap, cheering him along. “What’d you wish for?” You ask.
“I can’t tell you, mom… it won’t come true.” He says matter of factly, looking at you as though you had just said the most inexcusable thing.
“Yeah, mom.” Matt adds, playfully mocking as he nudged Michael.
Eyes squinted as you jokingly glared at them both. “Oh, I see how it is… no cake for you guys.”
A few more hours went by and it was now bedtime. You and your boys spent the rest of the evening playing games and video-calling family to thank them for their gifts. Micheal was ready for bed, laying snug under the covers, clearly exhausted from his busy day. He pokes his head up just before you two leave his room. “Hey mom, dad?”
“Yeah, sweetheart?” You softly question, turning around to face him.
“Can you read me a story?”
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hailey-murdock · 10 months
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Betrayal
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Paring: Matt Murdock x Fem!reader
Warnings: Angst, infidelity, heartbreak, Asshole!Matt (he's a dick here), sorta fluff but not really
Summary: After Elektra crawls back into Matt's life he finds it hard to push away his feelings for his ex lover, is he able to to maintain his loyalty to you or to Elektra?
Other characters: Elektra Natchios.
WC: 919
AN: I'm not a hater on Elektra, I'd let her do whatever she wants to me, but anyway, 2 fics in a day???? Crazy, maybe 3 in a day, who knows 🤭
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Matt was deeply in love with you, but he couldn't shake his feelings for Elektra either. He struggled with the thought of cheating on you, but he couldn't resist the temptation of Elektra. The stress of it all was starting to get to him, and he knew that he had to make a choice.
Matt and Elektra were working together to take down the Yakuza, and they had been spending a lot of time together. During their work hours, Matt was able to keep his feelings for Elektra in check, but once they were alone, he couldn't resist her. He knew that what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't help himself.
You noticed the change in Matt's behavior and confronted him about it. You were heartbroken to learn that Matt had been cheating on you, and you felt betrayed. You tried to understand why he did what he did, but you couldn't make sense of it.
Matt and Elektra's mission to take down the Yakuza was successful, but at what cost? You were left feeling heartbroken and helpless. You knew that you couldn't trust Matt again, and you knew that you had to move on.
You were angry and hurt, but you also felt a sense of empowerment. You knew that you deserved better, and you weren't going to let anyone treat you like that again. You knew that it would take time to heal from the betrayal, but you were determined to move forward and create a better life for yourself.
You felt violated, and your sense of trust in Matt was shattered. You knew that she couldn’t continue your relationship, but you still loved him dearly. You wanted him to know how much he had hurt you, how much you had trusted him, and how much you still cared for him.
One day, you finally mustered up the courage to confront Matt. You poured your heart out to him, expressing your anger and disappointment in his actions. You told him how you felt he had betrayed your love and your trust in each other.
Matt listened to your words with a heavy heart. He knew he had made a terrible mistake and had no idea how to make things right. He was filled with guilt and shame, and he didn’t know how to deal with the consequences of his actions.
In the end, you and Matt decided to go your separate ways. You knew that you needed time to heal and that you needed to find someone who would treat you with the love and respect you deserved. Matt knew that he had a lot of work to do on himself, and that he needed to become a better person before he could be in a healthy relationship.
Both you and Matt were left with a sense of loss and grief, but you guys also knew that it was for the best. You knew that you had both made mistakes, and that your relationship had become unhealthy. Despite the pain, you had also learned valuable lessons and had grown as individuals.
Matt had learned that his actions had consequences and that he needed to be more conscious and responsible in his relationships. While your love had been tested and ultimately failed, you were both wiser for it, and hopefully, you would be better prepared to build stronger and healthier relationships in the future.
After the breakup, Matt felt overwhelmed with remorse for cheating on you and betraying your love and trust. He knew that he had made a terrible mistake and that he had lost the woman he loved. It took him a while to realize that he still had feelings for you, but when he did, he knew that he had to try to get you back.
To his surprise, you had moved on and were not willing to give him another chance. You told him that you were hurt and disappointed in him for cheating on you and that you needed to focus on your own healing and growth. It felt like a slap in the face to Matt, but he had to accept that you were making the best decision for yourself.
Despite your rejection, Matt was determined to prove to you that he had changed and that he was willing to do whatever it took to get you back. He started working on himself, trying to become a better person, a better man. He went to therapy to work on his own issues, to understand why he had cheated on you and to learn how to become a trustworthy and loyal partner.
But as time passed, Matt began to feel like he was fighting a losing battle. He realized that he had hurt you so much that you might never be able to trust him again. He started to wonder if he had ruined a beautiful relationship with the woman he loved.
In the end, Matt had to accept that his relationship with you was over. It was one of the hardest things he had ever done, but he knew that it was the right thing to do. He had learned a valuable lesson about the consequences of cheating and what it meant to lose someone you love.
He continued to work on himself, hoping to become a better man for his next relationship, but he always held on to a small hope that maybe, just maybe, the two of you might have one last chance at love. Anything could happen.
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I’m 200% sure that I’m not the only one that LOVES Matt Murdock’s scars!!!! I could stare,touch and kiss them for hours!!
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