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plussizefantasia · 6 months

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Hallow's Eve

Flufftober Day 24: Ghost AU

Matt Murdock x ghost!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

AN: This one really isn't my favorite but I think that's just because I'm not very good at writing Matt. Anyway... Reblogs and Feedback are always appreciated and I'll see y'all tomorrow.

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Matt didn’t celebrate Halloween, he doesn’t really remember when he stopped just that Stick thought it was childish, and there wasn’t time for silly little traditions when he had much more important things to do.

“You’re telling me that all other 364 days a year, you roam around the neighborhood in a red devil costume but, you don’t celebrate Halloween.” Foggy had asked incredulously when he asked Matt if he wanted to go out and pretend to be younger than they were for the one night a year it was socially acceptable.

“That is exactly what I’m telling you. Besides Foggy, I’m busy, we’ve got a case to present on Monday and we don’t have a solid argument yet. I will be here, doing my job until my job is done.”

“You’re an enigma man. Sometimes it’s like I don’t even know you.”

“Not funny Foggy, I’ll see you on Monday.”

It was pure luck that Halloween fell on a Friday this week, it meant that Foggy who no longer had the metabolism that he did in college would have two days of recovery time. And he would be able to actually do his job on Monday, which was important given that his name was on the front door.

Matt continued working through the sounds of drunken cheers that floated from down the street. He worked until the moon had risen, and risen and risen a little further until it was a little ways past the middle.

That's when you showed up. People weren’t wrong when they said that there was a stronger connection to the spirit world on Halloween. You’d been watching this man work all night, but you couldn’t understand why exactly he had all the lights off. It hadn’t been recently that you died, but when you did you were pretty sure that most humans couldn’t read in the dark.

When the clock struck three though, the witching hour began and you could feel yourself beginning to take shape. Still in the clothes you were in when you died, your silhouette began to fade into existence.

Had Matt actually been able to really see he would instantly clock the faint glow that surrounded your body. The way that he could sort of see the other side of his office through your body. He would’ve been able to see that you weren’t really alive.

“Do you normally work in the dark?” You cautioned a question. The man hadn’t freaked out which from your understanding was usually the first thing the living did when they were presented with something they didn’t understand. They tried to kill it which in your case had already been done, or they ran away in fear. This man hadn’t done either and you were far too curious to let it go.

Matt, at hearing your words practically jumped three feet in the air. His heart started racing and it was all he could hear. The blood rushed in his ears as he spun around to try and locate the random person who had actually managed to sneak up on him.

He didn’t think it was possible for someone to really sneak up on him, but perhaps he was so entranced in his work that he didn’t hear you come in. Nevertheless, he had an act to upkeep so he mustered up enough breath to send you back a shaky reply.

“Um.. yes, yes I do it saves money on the energy bill and I don’t really need them.” He gestured to the glasses on his face and the cane was leaning against his desk.

‘Oh! Oh. That makes much more sense. I thought you were just really weird.”

“Well that hasn’t actually been ruled out yet.” Matt Shrugged. “So why are you here at…” he felt the numbers displayed on the braille clock Karen had given him for Christmas the past year “3:05 in the morning on Halloween of all nights.”

“I think I should be asking you that question.” You shot back, not wanting to explain that you had died in this building and were stuck in a perpetual state of haunting until you “finished your unfinished business” or some crap like that.

“I have a big case on Monday and I need to work on my argument, although I’ve been working for hours and haven’t really gotten much closer.”

“You’re a lawyer?” You asked.

“Um, Yeah? Nelson and Murdock, it’s on the door.” Matt pointed toward the front door. And after a brief look of your own, you realized he was right. There it was Nelson and Murdock, attorneys at law. “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you here? If you don’t need a lawyer.”

“Do you believe in ghosts?” You asked the man.

Matt was taken aback by the question, it was an abrupt change in topic but one that he figured was pretty on brand given the holiday.

“No. No, I believe in heaven and hell and that everyone goes to one or the other.” He succinctly summarized.

“Well, what about the people who don’t go anywhere? What about the spirits stuck in between?”

“I’m not sure there are any.”

“There are.” Your conviction was surprising to Matt. What was more surprising to him though, was that you didn't have a heartbeat. He didn’t really catch onto it first, with his own heartbeat strong in his ears at first he wouldn’t have been able to hear yours if he tried. But now that he had tried and failed he was struggling with coming up with an explanation.

You were seeing in real time the struggle Matt was having within himself.

“Why don’t you have a heartbeat?”

“What?”

“I can hear everyone’s heartbeat, I’ve been able to hear every heartbeat of everyone I’ve met for a very long time but I can’t hear yours. Why?”

“Dead people don’t usually have heartbeats.”

“You can’t be dead you’re talking.” Matt shot back, beginning to sound slightly out of breath.

“Well, that’s just not true. Because I am dead, and I am talking and you can hear me so…”

“I’m going crazy. Or I fell asleep at my desk. Or…” You heard Matt begin to mumble to himself.

“What is your favorite color?”

‘Can’t see color.”

“Really? That must be terribly dull.”

“It can be”

“Well then what is your favorite animal?” You questioned.

“Why?” He asked, still slightly out of breath.

“Humor me.”

“Umm, a dog.”

Matt’s breath slowly evened out. He wasn’t actively panicking which was good, the last thing you wanted was for him to fall and hit his head and for people to think he was crazy when he woke up speaking about ghosts.

“I didn’t mean to freak you out. But whether you like it or not, I am stuck here for the next,” You looked around the room for a clock, finding one hanging on the wall of a closed-off room surrounded by glass “Thirty-five minutes.”

“What do you mean stuck here?”

“I can’t leave this building, and I get a little more faded the further I walk from this room at all.”

“Why?”

“I’m not sure you want to know.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“I was killed in this room, didn’t see who did it, didn’t know it happened until it was already over. I can’t leave because my spirit is tied here. Believe me, I would if I could. Who wants to spend the rest of eternity tied to an old office building?” You let out a self-deprecating laugh.

‘I’m sorry” Matt had whispered.

“Don’t be. It was a long time ago, I’ve come to terms with it all.”

“Is there anything I can do? Or?”

“I’m not sure, Supposedly if I finish my unfinished business I’ll be able to move on but I’m not sure what that would be. Or how I would be able to finish it when I only become really formed for an hour every year.”

You two existed in silence for several moments. You, contemplating what it was that got you stuck here in the first place, and Matt thinking he was crazy for offering his help to an actual ghost.

“I could look into your story if you want.” He cut the silence.

“Really? You’d do that?”

“Yeah, why not? I’d just need your name.”

‘Y/N, Y/N L/N.” you smiled.

You two spent the next twenty minutes talking about the last day that you could remember, anything that might help Matt in his search for more information about you. And when you could feel yourself beginning to fade as the hour expired you were feeling a lot lighter than you had any Hallow’s Eve before.

“Thank you, Matt.”

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jwhitewolfbarnes · 1 year

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The Unexpected Visitor

I know this blog hasn’t been active in a long time, but my recent resurgence of obsession with Daredevil has sparked a need to write. Hope this is a good one. Please give feedback! I am not sure when or if I'll write again but if this does well, I just might!

Characters: Matthew Murdock, Frank Castle, Reader, mentions of Karen Page and Foggy Nelson

Relationship: Matthew Murdock/F!Reader

Description: While alone at the office, a surprise visitor for Matt drops in. He may have a thing for you.

Warnings: None really. Potentially OOC Frank and Matt, definitely non-canon law office, a slight blind joke, Matt’s devil senses, sexual hints, not beta read, use of Y/N, no physical description given so reader is up to interpretation

Word Count: 1,140

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Working at Nelson, Murdock & Page always seemed to involve something interesting happening at least once a week. Being paid in produce or livestock or baked goods. Seeing people get so flustered when interacting with Matt. Listening to Karen and/or Foggy complain about their most recent dating adventures. But these were all things you could get used to.

Something you hadn’t gotten used to yet was dating Matt Murdock. Foggy and Karen had placed a bet a little over a year ago when you were hired about when Matt would make his move. Turns out he would make it just before your one year anniversary at the firm. The both of you had confessed feelings while Matt walked you home after a few too many at Josie’s. And here you were, three months later- still working as the office assistant/manager/lawyer and vigilante wrangler/girlfriend.

It was just you and Matt in the office for a few days while Foggy and Karen were a few hours away meeting with a prominent client. Matt had just stepped out for a short local meeting and said he would pick up lunch on his way back.

As you fought with the printer, the door opened. The man that walked in seemed somewhat familiar to you, but you didn’t have a chance to fully inspect his face before he spoke.

“I’m here to, uh, see Murdock.” His gruff voice cut through the concerning noises coming from the printer. He glanced around the office before his eyes finally settled on you. He watched as you moved to stand behind your desk. A slight smile appeared on his face as his eyes roamed your figure.

“Well, well… what does Murdock have a pretty little thing like you hidden away in this shithole for?” He let out a low chuckle and moved a bit closer to your desk. You couldn’t stop the small smile from forming on your face. You couldn’t deny it- he was attractive, very attractive. He was large and intimidating wearing dark jeans, a gray shirt, a black jacket, and a baseball cap that covered just enough. He smiled a little bigger, noticing you giving him a once over. You cleared your throat before attempting to speak.

“I, um, I’ve been the office assistant for about a year now. But anyway, what’s your name? And did you have a specific appointment or is this just a drop-in situation?” You tried to avoid making direct eye contact with him so he didn’t think you had any larger interest in him. You nervously fiddled with a string on your pants as you sat down to go over the meetings calendar.

“Castiglione, ma’am. I didn’t have any appointment or whatever. Where is that asshole anyway, I know he’ll want to hear what I got to say. What’s your name, darlin’?” He makes a move to sit down in the chair across from you. You watch as he settles in and leans forward to place his elbows on the edge of your desk.

“My name is Y/N. And Mr. Murdock should be here in just a moment. He had a short meeting before this. Can I get you anything to drink while you wait Mr. Castiglione?” You gesture behind you to the very minuscule drink area you had forced Matt and Foggy to help you set up. He glances around you and nods. You have a slight moment of panic over admitting you were alone, but something about this guy doesn’t make you feel afraid.

“A water would be real nice… I am a bit thirsty over here.” You stand up and turn slightly to grab a cup and dispense some water. As you turn to hand him the water, you notice he was most definitely staring at your ass. He clears his throat and leans back, spreading his legs as he relaxes. He takes a sip of the water and makes a little show of licking his lips.

“So, Y/N, would you like a drink? What do ya say? Tomorrow at 7, me and you darlin’?” He tilts his head back and suddenly the obstruction of his baseball cap has disappeared. You finally recognize him.

“Frank. What are you doing here?” Matt’s abrupt question startles you. You hadn’t even noticed him come in. He sets a takeout bag and his cane down on the desk and moves to stand beside you. You know that he can probably hear your heart hammering in your chest.

“Finally, Murdock. Bout damn time you show up, but I have to say, the view in here is absolutely something. Such a shame you can’t admire it.” Frank’s eyes never leave you as he speaks. There’s a small cocky smile on his face as he opens his mouth again. “So, what about that drink, Y/N? Just cause this asshole shows up, doesn’t mean we can’t finish what we started.”

You shoot him a confused look but as you go to respond, Matt cuts in. “Frank, if you would like to keep the privilege of dropping in here and leaving unharmed, you might want to stop hitting on my girlfriend.” There’s a hint of smugness in Matt’s voice as he tilts his head towards Frank. That cocky smile almost instantly disappears from Frank’s face. He suddenly sits up straight and looks between the both of you.

“Goddamn it, you always get ‘em first, huh? You’re a little shit, you know that?” He turns back to you, “I am sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to make ya uncomfortable.” His apology seemed sincere and kind of adorable. This big, scary man apologizing for hitting on you. Matt’s hand has made itself known on your waist, pulling you into his side. You look up at him and then back to Frank.

“It’s okay. You didn’t make me uncomfortable, it was flattering. It was really nice to meet you. I have heard quite a bit about you.” Matt shoots you a look that you know means trouble for you later while Frank’s grin makes its return.

“Well, thank you ma’am. Keep me in mind if this one ever fucks up.” He chuckles and throws a finger in Matt’s direction. “Now, about that meeting Red. I ain’t got all damn day here altar boy.” Frank stands up and makes his way to Matt’s office without any guidance. Once he steps inside and the door is shut, Matt turns his eyes towards you.

“You were flattered, huh sweetheart? Well, I’ll see what I can do about that later tonight.” He leans down and kisses you probably a little too inappropriately for the middle of a law office. As he pulls away, there’s a slight grimace on his face. “I can smell him on you. As soon as he’s gone, we’re fixing that.”

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ajvocals43 · 2 years

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Beautiful

Paring: Matt Murdock x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 770

Warnings: Fluff (yes a warning), body image issues

Summary: The reader has some doubt about the way she looks and Matt helps her with it.

“You know, it's rude to stare.” Matt said, facing away from me.

“Is it a crime to admire my handsome boyfriend?”

“No. Though I wish I could return the favor.” I didn't know how to answer that because, to be honest? I couldn't help but think that I was glad that he couldn't see me because if he did, he might not like what he saw. Though he’d told me the opposite on multiple occasions, there was still that doubt. “What's wrong?” He asked when I hadn't answered after a minute.

“Nothing.” I answered, quickly. Too quickly apparently because he immediately caught on. Damn him and his stupid super senses.

“It's something. What is it, beautiful?”

“How do you know?” I cringed a little because man I was being cliche. But though I could hear the sincerity of what he was saying, it was hard to silence that voice in my head that constantly told me I wasn't enough. The one that said ‘of course he thinks you’re pretty, he literally can’t see you. He's just tired of hearing you say it over and over again’. Most days I could keep that voice from bothering me, at least on the outside; but there are days like today where it just got to be too much. “You can't see me, so how can you call me that?”

“I don't need to see you to know you're beautiful.” The way he said it made it seem like it was obvious.

I pushed harder, “But how do you know that?”

“Because I know you.” He answered simply. “I know that you love candles but you stopped using them because you’re conscious of me. I know that you take care of your family, putting those around you’s needs before your own. I know that your favorite things are lazy mornings where we don't have anywhere to be so we just lay in bed until noon. I know that you try and stay up for me when I go out at night but half the time you're so tired yourself that you fall asleep on the couch. I know that you're not particularly religious but you still go to church with me when I ask you. I know that you're incredibly smart, and funny. And talented though you don't like to admit it.” I scoffed at that. “I know you couldn't accept a compliment if your life depended on it. I know that despite your insecurities about your body, you love when I touch you. That even though you put on a tough front, you're a total romantic. I know that you are the sweetest, most compassionate person that I know. I know you’re beautiful because I know you.”

I had no words because that was probably the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to me and I had no idea how to react. The way he said all of it, I could tell that he meant every word. Matt may not have been able to literally see me but he didn't need to. He saw my soul, he knew me like no one else ever had.

“Do you need me to continue?” he asked “I also know that your music taste changes depending on your mood or what you're doing. I know that-” I couldn't take anymore and at that point I cut him off by kissing him. I could feel his grin against my lips as he let me control it. Before he took over and deepened the kiss.

Before it went further, I pulled away. But all I could say was “Thank you.”

He gave a soft laugh, “Anytime.”

I couldn't help but shake my head at myself. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you go through all of that, there's just this voice that just won't shut up and today was just-”

“Don't be sorry. Never be sorry for telling me how you feel. I wish you would tell me when that voice comes back, so I can tell her how amazing you are.”

I laughed a little at that. “Its not-”

“Shh.” He placed his finger against my mouth, effectively quieting me. “I love you and that's not going to change. So if you need me to tell you everyday how breathtaking you are, I'll do it. Just say the words.”

I removed his finger and kissed him again, softly. “How did I get so lucky?” Matt grinned before leaning in to kiss me again.

When the kiss broke he stayed close to lean his forehead against mine. “I love you.” he whispered again.

“I love you too.”

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plus-size-reader · 4 years

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Goodwill

Matt Murdock x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1135 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Matt having Karen over for the night and having to explain her being there to his girlfriend, the reader.

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Both Matt and Foggy should have known that bringing Karen home wasn’t going to be the best idea.

There was no way to be sure who was after her yet, or what they were going to do, but that wasn’t the main reason. The main reason, of course, was you.

Matt no longer lived alone since you had moved in with him, and he had yet to tell you about her. He had no idea how you would react to a stranger staying the night, and he didn’t want to upset you.

However, it wasn’t like they had much of a choice.

Karen’s life was in danger and she couldn’t go back to her place. Besides, at this hour, you would likely already be in bed. If he had to, Matt could explain her being there in the morning.

“It’s really dark in here”

It was nothing more than a slight comment, but for Matt, it told him everything that he needed to know.

Every concern that he’d had about having to tell you the whole story eased away when he opened the apartment door to find all the lights off.

When he was living alone, they had always stayed that way but as soon as you moved in, that changed.

It didn’t bother him usually but right now, it was just what he needed.

“Yeah, I don’t really keep the lights on” he shrugged, trying to keep his voice to a whisper. If you were asleep in the next room, he didn’t want to be the one to wake you up.

That would be one hell of a wake up call.

However, he didn’t have to worry about that, because when you weren’t asleep like he’d originally thought. Matt could hear your heartbeat in the darkness, and he could smell your body wash, fresh from the shower.

You had been waiting up in bed for him to come home, like you usually did. Though, you usually didn’t have to wait this late for Matt to check in with you so that you didn’t worry.

Hell’s Kitchen was getting more and more dangerous these days and you didn’t want him to get robbed or beat down in the street. You just couldn’t go to bed until you knew he was alright.

“You’re home late” you hummed, leaning against the door-frame with your hip.

There was nothing accusatory or upset in your tone, and there wasn’t going to be. After all, you had no idea what kind of day Matt's had, and you weren’t about to ask.

At least, not right now.

Instead, you turned your attention to the woman on the couch.

You had never seen her before, due to Matt having very few friends aside from Foggy, but you didn’t mind. More than anything, you were just curious as to what she was doing here at this hour. Right now though, you just had to trust that Matt would fill you in, when the time came.

“Hi, I’m Y/N...Matt’s girlfriend” you allowed, crossing the room to reach out your hand to her. It was just an introduction, one that you didn’t think anything of, but she hesitated nonetheless.

“Karen”

She was skittish, and didn’t take the hand you had offered but you took no offense. Rather, you sat down across from her and decided to get comfortable.

There was too much excitement going on right now to just go to bed.

“Karen is a client, she’s going to stay here with us for the night” Matt filled in, talking carefully and lightly, hoping that you weren’t upset with him.

Usually if you were going to be having overnight guests, Matt would check with you first but he didn’t have that luxury at that moment.

Though he should have known better than to think you would be cross about it.

He should have known that there was nothing regarding what Matt did that really upset you. He did what he had to do and he never once lied to you or treated you poorly.

You knew that you could trust him and if he said that Karen needed to stay here, then she could stay here for as long as she needed.

Matt loved you and you loved him, you went off of that and didn’t question much else. Perhaps he didn’t know it, but Matthew was a terrible liar.

“Alright, she can sleep in the bed. I’ll take the loveseat and you can lay on the couch” you suggested, getting up from the chair with zest, set on getting blankets and things.

The entire conversation was over before it had really begun but not one of you even minded. After all, it was far too late to fuss about details.

That could wait until morning.

Whatever it was that was going on, you trusted that Matt was going to get it figured out.

You had to have faith in that.

“It was nice of you to let her stay” you started, your voice nothing more than a whisper in the darkness of your living room. At least, darkness with your eyes closed.

If you happened to open them, you would have likely been blinded by that damned billboard.

You weren’t sure if Matt would want to talk about what he’d been through today or how Karen fit into it. However, this was your chance to clear the air, just the two of you.

Karen was hidden away in your bedroom, and you could talk freely without worrying about her.

“I’m sorry, I should have checked with you before bringing her here” Matt replied, sitting up slightly on the couch, his blanket pooling around his waist.

It was rather warm this time of year so the blanket wasn’t really a necessity anyway. It was really just serving to comfort him away from his bed. Usually, he slept cuddled up to you.

Even still, this was where you lived too, and it would have been good of him to check with you. This was your home together and you should have never been ambushed in your own home.

However, you didn’t seem to mind, even if maybe you should have.

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t mind” you assured, turning slightly in the chair to face his direction. Even if Matt couldn’t see you, you often found yourself admiring him.

You just couldn’t help it.

In all the time that you had known him, Matt had completely mesmerized you and he always would.

“Thank you Y/N, she really just needed the help” Matt hummed, shrugging off any sort of hesitation or guilt he’d had before. You were incredible human beings and he shouldn’t have been shocked by your goodwill.

It was one of the reasons he’d fallen for you in the first place.

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 2 years

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I See You

Fandom: Dardevil

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Plus Size! Fem Identifying! Reader

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Rating: E - 18+ Only - Smut

Warnings: Smut, religious overtones, grinding, dry humping, choking/hand around throat kink, body insecurities, lots of pet names (good girl, sweetheart), slightly possessive Matt at the end?

Summary: Your relationship with Matthew is...complicated. You’re together, but not officially. You start to wonder why he even bothers when you don’t look like the women he’s been with in the past. You worry that if he could see you, he’d have never chosen you. Matt has a different definition of sight.

Notes: This wasn’t supposed to be smut, butttttt here ya’go.

Also before people go ‘why do people always write insecure plus size readers?? I’m not insecure!’. I’m fat, i’m a fat writer, okay and I want to explore some of my personal unresolved insecurities and have some reassurance back. No matter how confident I am, there are still things I use writing to work through. Don’t like it, look at the warnings and don’t read it. I’m too old for you to try to police what’s written, if you want something else then go write it for yourself.

“What’s wrong?” He can hear the way you shift on his couch at the question, the way your heart rabbits, faster and faster, how your breath seems shaky, unhappy, like you might cry at any minute. Matt can hear your teeth as they scrape across your lip, the swipe of your tongue across a tooth, an anxious habit of yours. He knows you, maybe better than you know yourself, something’s off. Something is wrong.

“Nothing’s wrong, Matt…” He’s watching you, in the only way Matt can, gaze turned in your direction, eyes unseeing, yet he seems to notice everything. You’re not fine. You know you're not, but it's…it's silly, nothing he should have to be burdened with. Not when he spends his days worrying over the law firm and trying to find new clients. He’s got enough on his plate with Karen’s case, let alone you.

“Please don’t lie to me, sweetheart.” He can hear your heart going a mile a minute, can hear you biting at your nails, an anxious habit of yours that you’ve been trying very hard to break the entire time he’s known you.

Your relationship with Matt is complicated. Friends first and then…and then after years of watching him pick up different women in college, charming them with just a smile, after all that, finally he seemed to notice you as more than just a friend. You hadn’t put a label on it yet, hadn’t said a word to Foggy, but neither of you were seeing other people. You spent more time at his than at your own. You slept in his arms most nights and saw him every day of the week. Friends didn’t kiss and friends certainly didn’t tumble into bed together time after time or iron the other’s suits or run them a bath when they were hurting. Friends didn’t buy each other flowers or leave hickeys on the other’s neck.

“It’s silly, Matt…it’s not something you should have to worry about. It’s okay.” It’s so stupid, so juvenile. Not something you really want to discuss with your not quite, not really a boyfriend, boyfriend who’s a lawyer and so bloody adult and mature. Who’s been with so many wonderful women before you. Who can probably do better than you…

You watch him bridge the distance between the two of you, how he knows his apartment effortlessly, navigates around the coffee table with ease before standing just in front of you. Your hands come up to stop him just short, so he doesn’t trip over your feet and Matt grabs them, uses them to pull you up and bring you close. Chest to chest, feet toe to toe. His hands are so warm, yours feel icy cold, the tips always are.

“It’s not silly if it’s you. I want to know what’s wrong, so maybe I can…maybe I can help.” He squeezes your hands tight, three times, a ritual of his these days, “Talk to me.” Matt loves you, he knows he does. He’s liked you for years, the friend he always found too lovely, too kind, too gentle, too funny, too tempting. He’d made an effort to keep the feelings at bay, to resist that pull he had towards you, for years, too worried to lose you entirely…he wishes he’d not wasted the time, but he did and now…now he needs you to understand that you matter to him. That he’s not here for a quick fuck that goes absolutely nowhere. He’s done and that’s not what he wants from you. He wants to hear what you have to say, to ease your troubles. He wants it all.

There’s a long silence that falls between you, except it’s not really silent at all. Your heart is still pounding in his ears, your breathing still shaky and nervous. Matt rubs the back of your hands with his thumbs, rhythmic, back and forth in a way he knows is calming for you. Can hear how your heart gets a little slower, a little quieter as he does it. He’s patient. He can wait for you to tell him.

“I can’t…I can’t help but think about all the…all the women before me.” All the women you’ve seen Matt flirt with over the years. All the women he’s charmed, taken into his bed and kicked out the next morning, or brought back to his bed time and time again. No matter how much it hurts. They were all…they were beautiful. Pretty. Tall. Slim. Model types. The sort you think should be on the cover of a magazine or acting in a movie with their perfect silky hair and their gleaming eyes and…you’re not.

You’ve worked hard over the years to grow more confident and you're frustrated at yourself for thinking it, for doubting that he likes you, that you’re pretty enough, when he’s given you no reason to doubt him. When he tells you you’re beautiful and holds you close. When he’s stopped flirting with others and focused his attention solely on you. You shouldn’t doubt him, but maybe you doubt yourself.

Matthew stays quiet, knowing his interruptions won’t help. He needs to hear it all, to understand before he tries to say anything. He wants to interrupt though, to get in first and tell you they don’t matter, not like you matter. That you’ve got him wrapped so tightly around your little finger, there’s likely to be no circulation there, no blood at the tip anymore.

“Foggy…Foggy..” You love Foggy but he always talks, and talks and talks and he…he doesn’t realise that you and Matt are anything more than friends. So he makes those jokes still, when they have a pretty client or there’s a beautiful woman around. The jokes about how Matt’s probably going to charm his way into their skirts and…he never made those jokes about you… “He’s always making those jokes about how…how you always seem to pick up the hot women, the pretty ones even though you can’t see them and I…I know it’s silly, but…I…”

Matt presses forward, forehead pressing against your own, the tip of his nose pressing into your cheek, “You?”. He knows where this is going. He can’t see you. He can’t tell you how beautiful you are, not convincingly because how would he know? He’s never seen your face or your body, not with his own two eyes.

“I’m not a model, Mattie. I’m not tall or slim or leggy like Karen, I don’t have my shit together half the time and I don’t always wear the nicest clothes and my hair isn’t shiny and flawless. I’m fat and I’m a little clumsy and I have this one spot on my chin that won’t go away. I…I don’t know why you picked me because if you could see me…” You take a shuddering breath and he has to close his eyes because it hurts. It hurts deep in his chest, what you're saying because he knows where it’s going and because the self-doubt, the negativity is painful to hear from someone he loves so much.

“If you could see me I worry that you wouldn’t have looked at me twice…and I worry that this isn’t serious for you, that…that i’m just the next thing on the list.” He’s not your boyfriend, but it feels like he is and every time Foggy reminds you that Matt goes through women like he changes shirts…it makes you question why he’s even entertaining you and how serious he even is about it. When he reminds you of the type of women Matt usually picks up, you look at yourself in the mirror and pick yourself apart. You're the biggest woman he’s ever been with and you wonder why you? Why not someone else?

“I can see you.” When he opens his eyes they’re glistening with tears to match your own, “Not with my eyes, but I can see you. I know the shape of you from my hands,” He presses them to your cheeks, finger tips roaming over your skin brushing away your tears and following your features, mapping them out to himself. The softness of your cheeks, that pudge underneath your chin, how your cheeks dimple when you smile wide, the width and tilt of your nose. The slight scar you have from running into a table corner at the age of two.

“I know how you feel underneath me, wrapped around me. How your body dips and curves.” His hands trail down your neck, over your sides to your waist, press against the dips and rolls of your torso, “I know your stomach jiggles when you laugh, how your thighs press around me when we’re in bed.” He follows the curve of your stomach, and the width of your thighs. You’re breathless, unable to do much but watch and listen as he catalogues each part of you that he can’t see but still knows in depth.

“I know the warmth of you wrapped around my cock when we fuck and the taste of you on my tongue.” He tugs you closer by the hips, his thigh slotting between your own, pressing against your cunt through layers of fabric. Matt presses his lips to the shell of your ear as if someone might overhear, even when he can barely hear himself, the sound of your heart beating so loudly in his ears that it feels like his own.

“I know how flushed and warm you get when I call you sweetheart and how you twist away from me when you're about to cum.” His hands stay at your hips and they rock you, back and forth, back and forth, urging you to grind against his leg like this is some perverse prayer to you. Maybe it is? Or maybe Matt doesn’t know another way to make you realise he desires every bit of you, that he hasn’t settled.

“Mattie..” You’re breathless and unsure and so confused and warmed all at once. His words are sweet and dirty and terrible, but wonderful. You feel seen, but find yourself zoning in and out of his words as he presses against your cunt and encourages you to grind back. The muscles in his thigh flex and tense as his voice grows deeper, grittier, a growl in the back of his throat.

“I know the sound of your voice, when it's sad, happy, angry or hoarse from screaming my name. I know when you’ve been crying and when you’re starting to get sick because your voice cracks just the tiniest amount. I know you bite your nails when you’re anxious and that you constantly play with your hair. I know your toes curl when I call you a good girl and that you can’t help but dig your nails into my back…” Something you’re doing in that exact moment, your hands had found their way to the back of his t-shirt, nails digging into him like you might fall otherwise, anchoring yourself, as your clit catches on the fabric between the two of you and your whole body burns with the feeling of him.

“Matthew…Wh…” A warm, large hand wraps around your throat, it’s so gentle despite it’s placement. Just a little squeeze, just to the sides of your throat, enough to make your blood sing and your centre throb. It’s a moment of realisation. That he knows you, that he can pull and pick you apart and no amount of sight changes that. That he doesn’t need to see you to know you’re fat. To know you’re beautiful to him. To know who you are.

Matthew's breath is warm across your lips as he stops to press a kiss to your mouth, he tastes like his particular brand of bitter coffee, and toothpaste. Teeth nipping at your bottom lip before he forces himself away with a groan at the feel of your cunt dampening the clothes between the two of you. Slick and hot and he wants to be the only one to ever touch you like this again for the rest of your life. To pledge himself to you.

“I know the sound of your heartbeat, I can hear it wherever I go. I can pick yours out of a line-up, individual, unique, you. The same way I could pick your perfume out of a thousand others. I know you. I see you and what I see…” You can’t breathe, head tilted back by his hand, as his other rocks your hips against his leg firm and steady. You can barely focus on his words, that coil in your stomach so tight, as tight as your eyes are closed. The warmth between your thighs burning, broiling, blinding. You’re certain Matt is the only thing keeping you upright as you jerk against him thoughtlessly, seeking the orgasm you know he can always draw out of you. Like you’re his favourite instrument to play.

“What I see I love. If I had my sight I'd still pick you. I’d still love you. Jesus…Sometimes I wish I could see because I know that I'd cherish every second of that image, burn it into my mind forever. You're my girl. You're my good girl and no one can ever compare to you.” The hand on your throat tightens, a buzzing loud in your ear as you gasp against his touch, your hips jerking suddenly at the sensation.

“Matt…” God, he loves your whine, deep in the back of your throat like you can’t help yourself, can’t cope with all the feelings inside you.

“I’ve got you, cum for me, sweetheart. C’mon, I know you can do it, just.” He grits his teeth and his hand slips inside your panties, deft fingers finding your clit from memory. “A little.” You try to writhe away from him at the feeling, too sensitive too much, but Matt keeps you close, fingers circling, pressing. “Bit.” Your nails dig deeper into his back, a small price to pay for the sound of your moan and the slick wetness against his fingers. “More.” The hand on your throat tightens as he twists your clit one last time, your body going boneless melting against him as you cum.

His name sounds like a song when you do, the way you toss your head back underneath his hand and gasp it to the empty air of his apartment like some sort of psalm. He works you through it, fingers careful of the sensitivity between your legs, before lowering you back onto his couch and joining you.

Matt wraps himself around you, your plush softness a balm to his soul as he presses kisses to your throat.

You try to reach back for his cock, to relieve him of the hardness between his legs but he just takes your hand in his own, “This is about you, not me.” He lets you catch your breath again, lets you relax into him and find some semblance of sanity.

“I love you, sweetheart. Maybe, I've not been clear enough. But, I love you and I want you to be mine and only mine, for as long as you’ll have me. I see you and I think you’re the most breathtaking woman I've ever known.”

“Does this…does this mean…” You don’t want to say the words, to get your hopes up, even after he’s said the biggest three of them all. Even after he’s made it quite clear his interest is more than fleeting.

Matt can’t help but chuckle at you, hand tilting your chin to the side so you can see his face, even if he can’t see yours. His cheeks are flushed red, his grin endearing as it shows off his dimples and adds warmth to his brown eyes, “Be my girlfriend?”

“Really?”

“Be my girlfriend?” He repeats himself. More serious than he’s ever been as his thumb brushes the soft apple of your cheek. He knows he’s had a reputation in the past, relationships not really his thing but…but he wants this, wants you.

“Yeah, of course, yes!” His nose brushes against yours, nuzzling into you, grinning wide. His fingers find the corners of your mouth and trace your own smile, the way it matches his, blinding and brilliant. Your heart is still fast, but it’s different, not the fast pace of an anxious beat, but giddy to match your grin.

“I’ll have a word with Foggy…but I do see you. In my own way and I love everything I see, even when you yell at me for losing my cane.”

“I don’t know how you lose so many of them…” You swear you need a separate budget just for the amount you have to replace them, you’re not sure where they end up, but they’re never found again.

“I’m forgetful?”

“Mmm, sure you are Murdock.” You brush a kiss to his cheek, stubble scratching against your lips and Matt can’t help but lean in, press towards you like a sunflower that’s finally found daylight. “Do you love me?”

It’s a question that makes you realise you never said back. That you’d left him without an answer for such strong feelings, but it’s an easy answer to conjure up, rolling off your tongue without a single thought or hesitation.

“Yeah, I love you…why else would I iron your shirts? You know I hate ironing.”

You watch as Matt throws his head back and laughs, a deep rumble in his chest and you know he means it when he says he loves you, that you’re it for him.

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stranger-nightmare · 2 years

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Matt Murdock / Daredevil ~ Masterlist

Main Masterlist

Angst = ❤︎

Fluff = ✿︎

Smut = ⚠︎︎ (minors DNI please)

Dark themes = ☾

Personal fave = ☆

Oneshots

Stress* ✿⚠︎☆

Let Me Hear You ❤︎✿⚠︎

Making Love With The Devil Hurts ⚠︎

Devil In Me ❤︎⚠︎

* 1k NYE Sleepover Event

Drabbles

Impeccable Taste ✿

Stretch ⚠︎

As If You Are… God ❤︎

Overstimulation ⚠︎ (Kinktober 2022)

Headcanons

Foreplay with Matt Headcanon*⚠︎

Dirty talk Headcanon* ⚠︎

Corruption Kink Headcanon* ⚠︎

Matt Fucking You In Front of a Mirror (mini) Headcanon* ⚠︎

Matt Spanking Bratty Reader* ⚠︎

Teasing Matt About His Senses (mini) Headcanon ✿

Comforting Insecure Reader ✿⚠︎☆

Making Out With Matt (mini) Headcanon

Riding Matt’s Thigh Whilst He Works Headcanon ⚠︎

You and Matt Bump into Elektra (mini) Headcanon

Matt + Temperature Play Kinks Headcanon ⚠︎

Taking Care of Matt (mini) Headcanon ⚠︎

Calling Him Matthew in Bed Headcanon ⚠︎

Matt and Sweet-Talking (mini) Headcanon ✿⚠︎

Pegging Sub!Matt Headcanon ✿⚠︎☆

Matt Aftercare Headcanon ✿⚠︎

Matt Showing You How You Deserve to be Fucked Headcanon ⚠︎

Showing Matt Your Scars ✿⚠︎☆

How You and Matt Meet / Your Relationship Headcanon ❤︎✿⚠︎

Using Your Safe Word for the First Time Headcanon ✿⚠︎☆

Matt Helping Reader with their Mental Health (mini) Headcanon ❤︎✿

Matt x Plus Size!Reader (mini) Headcanon ❤︎✿

Losing Your Virginity to Matt Headcanon ✿⚠︎

Audio Masterlist (18+ only)

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whiskey-bumblebee · 2 years

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Partition

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader (F)

Word Count: 2000ish

Warnings: SMUT! Semi-public, car sex, Partition by Beyonce situation

You heard your name echo through the apartment and took out your headphones.

"Matt?"

In a moment you were greeted by his smiling face as he leaned down to kiss your cheek. A smile much wider than usual...

"You look happy."

"Just got invited to this black tie mixer tonight, someone from Landman and Zack invited us. Seems like kind of a big deal."

"Congratulations!" You pulled him into a slightly awkward hug, given his position behind your chair.

You tried not to let your disappointment show, you'd been looking forward to a movie night since Matt promised he'd take the night off.

Matt traced your chin with his fingers.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing! I'm so excited for you, I just really wanted to spend the night with you."

Matt kissed your ear softly. "And who do you think I'm inviting as my plus one?"

He sat beside you on the couch, fiddling with his wallet. Your heart rate increased, this was short notice for a big event like this.

"Matt..."

He extended his black credit card. "I don't want to assume, but the dress code calls for something floor length. I want you to use my card if you don't have anything, okay?"

You nodded. "I'll pay you ba-"

He shook his head. "I can't explain right now, but we just took on a client who's willing to bill it as an expense."

Glancing at the card as you accepted it from his hand, you noticed the silver lettering on the bottom. Not the MATTHEW M. MURDOCK you'd seen occasionally when borrowing his card before, this was a completely different name. You stopped looking and tried to erase the name from your memory.

"Is this a Nordstrom kind of situation or-"

"Bergdorf."

Take all (take all) Of me (of me) I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like The kind of girl you like, girl you like

You turned in front of the floor length mirror. The moment you slid the card across the counter, the sales attendants had whisked you into a private room and brought out rack after rack of dresses. After you gave some pointers on colour, fit, style, and budget (i.e. none), you'd narrowed it down to about three that were available in your size on such short notice.

"There's something about this one," Amanda said, admiring how the cowl pooled on your lower back. Waving off her other clients, she'd planted herself on the chaise and devoted her sizeable expertise to helping you find the perfect dress. And you didn't mind a damn bit, she was one hell of a hypewoman.

"I don't know, I think if it's a law thing then it's probably some conservative old guys. Not the people I want seeing my back down to there, you know?"

"True. Crossing this one out." She drew an X in the air with her finger and stood up to look through the rack. "Okay, we're down to safety pin and blood red. Do you know what colour Mr. Take My Card is wearing?"

Oh shit, you hadn't even thought about that. "I think just a normal suit? He only wears red for... special occasions."

"I see." Amanda tapped her foot. "Hmm. I think we should go with the Versace then. Double black is so classic."

You nodded. "I think he'll appreciate the safety pin details, they're so..."

"Graphic?"

You nodded. "Sexy."

"Wait, what time is it?" Amanda checked her watch. "Damn! Okay, not to stress you out but what time did he say the car was coming to pick you up?"

"Eight, I think? Can you believe?! A chauffer? He's really going all out."

Amanda lifted her watch, trying to show you. "Seven fifty."

"Fuck! I didn't realize it had been that long. What am I going to do with my hair?"

Amanda patted the lounge next to her, pulling bobby pins from her pockets. "I got it. Barb!"

Another woman poked her head around the corner. "Oh my God, you look fantastic! What do you need?"

"Can you page one of the makeup counters and ask them to send someone ASAP?"

She nodded. "Got it."

You sighed in relief, knowing you'd be just fine.

Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up We ain't even gonna make it to this club

"Cutting it a little close, hmm?" Matt checked his watch, running his finger over the face.

"Sorry," You kissed his cheek. "I look incredible though."

Your confidence practically radiated through the car as you pressed Matt's hand to your waist. He winced slightly at the sudden cold of the metal against his skin, but pressed his hand back, feeling for the shape of the pins.

"It's got these safety pin pieces holding it together, they're gold, the dress is black," You paused for a moment, looking over his suit and feeling immediate relief. Black, as you'd guessed. "It's ankle length so I don't trip, and I've got my black pumps on. My hair is up. Oh! And I've got red lipstick on," You laughed softly, thumbing his cheek where you'd kissed him.

Matt drew a shaky breath, letting his hand wander further up, towards your bust. He felt the safety pins up the side, higher, higher... "And you're okay with other guys seeing you like this?"

"It was one of the more conservative options," You argued. "Everything is covered, feel." You guided his hand to your chest, where he met fabric.

"Hail Mary," Matt breathed. "I'm gonna need Sunday morning."

Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor Like, like liquor, like, like, like liquor

He'd been pre-gaming a little to dull his nerves, you could tell from the taste of whiskey on his lips.

"I'm gonna- Make a mess- of you," You breathed, trying to pull away, Matt's hand on the back of your head keeping you firmly against his mouth, his tongue, his teeth, oh God... "My lipstick-"

"Don't care." Matt licked into your mouth, intentionally rubbing his stubble against your face a little harder. You started laughing so hard you had to pull away.

As soon as you'd caught your breath, Matt pulled you onto his lap. As soon as your weight settled, you couldn't help but let out a groan. He was rock hard, pressing into the inside of your thigh.

Driver roll up the partition please I don't need you seeing 'Yonce on her knees

"Driver-" You said, letting out a breathy laugh.

"Got it," The man said quickly, pressing the button for the partition.

You slipped off Matt's lap, knees meeting the footwell, grateful for the slit in the dress that gave you a little more mobility.

"I've never been so happy about-" Matt let out a heady groan as you stroked him through his pants. "Oh my God. About New York traffic."

You laughed as you tugged his fly down, letting his cock finally breathe.

Now my mascara running, red lipstick smudged Oh he so horny, yeah he want to fuck

"Your lipstick..." Matt pointed out.

Looking up at him, you took in the damage, red pigment smudged from his nose to his neck. "It can't get any worse," You mused, pumping his cock in your hand, craning your head to the side and licking a stripe up the side of him.

Matt whined. "Baby, please."

The traffic might have been bad, but you knew you had half an hour max. Might as well cut to the chase.

You sank your mouth down, letting his cock slide into your throat. An involuntary moan slipped past your lips, mostly muffled. Matt was big, but your ego was bigger. You'd take it all, size be damned.

"Jesus fucking Goddamn Christ!" The vibrations from your moan radiated from where your mouth met the base of Matt's cock. Your eyes widened at the profanity, you'd never heard him like this.

Taking a moment for air, you drew heavy breaths, missing the stimulation already.

Matt grasped for your throat and drew you in for a kiss, groaning into your mouth. "Fuck me?"

You nodded, still catching your breath, already pulling your underwear to the side. "Yeah."

He bucked all my buttons, he ripped my blouse He Monica Lewinski'd all on my gown

"I'm not going to last," Matt breathed into your neck as you moved on top of him.

The smell of sex filled the car, filled Matt's nostrils, his brain. He was so wound up, so needy.

"I wanna feel your tits," He sighed, mourning the fact that you'd picked something with a relatively high neckline.

You rested one of his hands on either side of the dress' slit. "Do it."

It took him a moment to clear his head enough to realize what you were telling him to do. With one firm tug, fragments of the gold pins were flying through the car, bouncing off the partition, making pinging sounds as they hit the window. The fabric made a satisfying ripping sound, the tear rendering the dress a meaningless, expensive piece of fabric on the car floor.

His hands were on you immediately, your hips, your waist, your thighs, finally settling on your breasts, nipping, leaving marks, running his tongue over them. The car rocked as he thrust up into you.

"Can I come inside?"

"In these underwear?" You laughed. "No chance."

Matt tried to silence himself by burying his face in your chest, letting out a strangled set of sounds as he pulled out. The sounds came from his chest, leaving his throat feeling raw. You kissed him hard, held his head between your hands, shifted your weight so he'd have a little more room as he came.

His breathing was ragged, shoulders heaving as he tried to keep some oxygen in his lungs. He slumped, leaving his face in your shoulder, pressing kisses to the skin he could reach.

You glanced at the dress on the floor. "Oh God..."

"What?" Matt asked, running his hands over your skin to make sure he hadn't hurt you.

"The dress... Your..."

Matt laughed. "It's avant-garde."

"Did you finish?"

You shook your head. "It's harder when I'm not lying down."

"When we get home..." He sighed, exhausted. "I'm going to wreck you."

Driver roll up the partition fast Over there, I swear I saw them cameras flash Handprints and footprints on my glass

As he caught his breath, you saw the flash of cameras outside the tinted window, heard the accompanying whine of flashes loading, buttons clicking.

"Matt..."

"You're okay. They probably think it's Beyoncé in here or something."

The driver cleared his throat. "Sir, we're here."

You glanced at the dress again. The whole seam was destroyed, you couldn't put it on even if you managed to wipe Matt's come off it. Not a single safety pin was intact, although you didn't think they functioned as safety pins anyway.

"Matt," You whispered. "I can't put the dress on. It's not even a dress anymore."

He pressed his lips together, hiding something like pride.

"How about you take us home, Driver? Looks like we forgot something."

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amberlynnmurdock · 3 years

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Library Series (Pt. 16)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Chapter Summary: Finally, Thanksgiving is here.

A/N: WOW GUYS. It's been QUITE the journey since I've last updated this fanfic. I hope you all are staying safe and healthy in this madness. I've been so busy, I'm sorry it's been a while. Now that I've graduated college, I'll have plenty more time for writing and finishing this series (though there's a long way to the finish line). I still have so many hopes for this story, I can't wait to see it unfold. If you've been here from the start, THANK YOU. If you are just discovering this story, WELCOME!!! I hope you enjoy this fluffy chapter. But get ready... it's going to be a wild ride from here on out. :)P.S. Thank you for all the feedback! I recently kept getting emails about people leaving kudos and comments (more than usual) and I took it as a sign to sit my ass down and write this long awaited chapter. You guys inspired me, and I'm going to keep it up for you.

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New Jersey was a place Matt hadn’t spent much time in, so he couldn’t form a picture in his mind of what it would be like. He was born and raised in New York; the city was exciting enough. His dad had taken Matt to the Jersey Shore beach a few times, before the accident. All Matt can recall are shelly sands and ice cold water.

With his heightened senses now, Matt almost shivers at the thought of the shore. But thank God you didn’t live near the beach. In fact, quite the opposite, Matt could tell.

The first sound he heard was the crunch of a leaf under his shoes. Matt could vaguely hear you tip the taxi driver and wish him a happy holiday. For once, his focus was on the new territory that was the country side of New Jersey. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but he’s pleasantly surprised at the quietness of the town you lived in.

A cold breeze passes and Matt shivers. It’s the only thing he can hear. No distant yelling like New York City has, no cars honking or subway doors opening. All he could hear was the wind, the slick pavement of the road as the taxi drove off, and the sound of your sweet voice pulling him from his thoughts.

“Ready?” You ask. Your voice is optimistic, but cautious. This isn’t just new territory for Matthew–it’s new territory for yourself, too. You can’t remember the last time you brought a boy home to meet your parents.

“Lead the way, miss,” Matt replies playfully, sticking his elbow out for you to hold. You take it graciously and lead him down a cobblestone path.

Matt can smell buttered rolls and red wine. His mouth waters at the scent, but he quickly gains composure as you open your front door.

“Mom, Dad, I’m here with Matt!” You shout stepping in. Matt tries to hide his blush–of course, you’ve told them about him already.

“Welcome home, sweetie,” your dad comes walking down the hall that leads from the kitchen to the living room. He gives you a warm hug and kiss on the cheek. Matt stands patiently with his hands around his cane.

“This is Matthew,” you introduce Matt to your father. Matt holds out his hand and smiles.

“Pleasure to meet you, sir. You can call me Matt,” he says.

“We’re happy to have you join us, Matt. Usually it’s just the three of us. It’s nice to set a fourth dinner plate. We’ve heard a lot about you, so hopefully you live up to the standards we have in mind. My daughter speaks very highly of you,” your dad jokes. You glare at your father.

“Dad,” you say sheepishly. Matt smiles. He’s pleased you’ve talked about him, and he thinks your bashfulness is adorable. The overwhelming urge to pull you in for a kiss washes over Matt, but like your dad said, he’s got to be on his best behavior.

Matt laughs, “the pressure is on.”

In the kitchen, your mom is prepping the turkey. She pops up from behind the kitchen island and smiles as you and Matt walk in.

“Matt, it is so nice to meet you!” Your mom was notorious for jumping right into it, no matter the situation. She walks around the kitchen island to shake Matt’s hand. “It’s such a pleasure to have you join us.”

“Thank you for having me,” Matt says. Matt was so used to being surrounded by Foggy’s entire family on holidays, he wasn’t even phased with how outgoing your mom was. He likes your parents. It’s nice to have a small gathering. Hopefully there will be more, Matt thinks. And hopefully, it will bring you two even closer.

Matt doesn’t want to get ahead of himself.

Dinner was delicious, and conversation was fun, full and flowing. Matt never took so much time talking with Foggy’s family members because there were so many of them, but he liked the intimacy he shared with you and your family. It’s been a long time since he’s connected with someone other than Father Lantom.

Your mom gets up to clean the dishes and Matt offers to help.

“Matt, you don’t have to, really,” you say defensively and reach for his hand, feeling bad for some reason. Matt was the guest, he shouldn’t have to clean. Plus, and a part of you felt guilty for thinking this, but he was blind and… you just felt bad.

“I want to,” Matt simply says. He can hear the guilt in your voice, and the sound of your beating heart is loud in his ears. He appreciates your concern, but he doesn’t need it.

It’s just one of those things.

“Okay,” you reply, slowly letting his hand slip from your grasp.

While Matt helps your mom clean the dishes, you clear the table with your dad. Your dad tugs on your arm and leans in closely to tell you, “I really like him. Invite him for Christmas, too.”

“I want to take it easy, dad. But I’m glad you like him, too. I think mom approves as well,” you whisper back as you look over to see your mom laugh at something Matt said. The scene warms your heart.

After cleaning was done, your parents surprised you that they’d be going downtown tonight. You had an inkling that they were being nice and giving you alone time with Matt, since they’ve never went out after dinner on Thanksgiving before.

“So you’re going to what?” You ask as you and Matt follow them to the front door.

“Just the pub downtown, they’re opening only for the night so the neighbors invited us out as a town Thanksgiving celebration. You guys will be okay here? You can show Matt where he can stay,” Your mom explained as she and your dad put their coats on.

“Oh okay, well, have fun! Be safe. We’ll probably be asleep by the time you get back,” you say, starting to feel nervous that you and Matt would be together in your house alone. The thought was exciting at the same time.

When the door shut, the air in the room changed between you and Matt. It’s like you’ve been waiting all day, all weekend to be alone together, finally. You stand facing the door for a moment before you look at Matt.

“I’ll show you where you’ll be staying,” you say softly to Matt. He has a ghost of a smile on his lips and nods his head. He follows you upstairs with his bags.

You lead him to the guest room which is directly across from your room. You switch the light on and grab Matt’s bags, setting them down on the mattress. It’s a dimly lit room. The bed is a queen size with cotton sheets and a quilt.

“It’s cozy in here,” Matt says, smelling an unlit vanilla candle on the dresser. It reminds him of you. He can only imagine what your room looks like.

“It is. You know, we don’t have to say goodnight just yet. Let’s hang out in my room for a bit,” you say as innocently as possible. Matt nods his head.

“I’d love that,” he says in a soft voice.

The walk to your room felt like miles. The growing anticipation was too much to bear. Your heart was pounding. You had been with Matt alone so many times before but this time was different.

You’re taking him to your room, the room you grew up in and the room that has changed from time to time as you got older. It felt like you were entering a new phase with him and the thought was intimidating because you couldn’t exactly get a read on how he was feeling about all this.

Your room looked exactly like how you left it months ago before the start of the fall semester. Your bed was made and everything was put away–your records, clothes, books. You felt Matt behind you and turned to face him.

He immediately meets you with a kiss. He pulls you in around your waist and lets his cane drop to the floor, like he was dropping the facade he had around your parents. You could tell he was waiting all night to give you a long kiss like that. Suddenly, you thought you had an idea of how Matt felt about all this.

You pull back from his soft lips and smile, “thank you for coming tonight.”

“Thank you for having me,” Matt says in a deep voice, “I’m sorry. I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night.”

“You could have; my parents are cool like that,” you say with a smile.

“Not with the way I wanted to kiss you,” Matt quips.

“Oh,” is all you say with a smile. He was really sweeping you off your feet right now. And that’s exactly what he did.

Laughing, Matt gently places you on your bed and joins right next to you. You look at him and smile.

“You’re really making yourself at home, huh,” you joke with him.

“It’s easy with you, my dear,” Matt replies.

“I really hope you had a good time at dinner,” you say.

“I did,” Matt answers honestly. “I really like your family.” You notice he still has his red tinted glasses on. Without asking, you take them off. He doesn’t object.

He turns to look at you, his gaze falling shortly below your chin. For a moment, he takes in his surroundings. Across from your bed is your dresser and on top of that, a lavender scented candle that’s unlit. He can tell you have a lot of books from the smell of the pages.

Branches of a tree rub against the windows from the wind. Being this close to you is even more intoxicating than the red wine you both shared at dinner. Matt could get lost in your senses but being in your room with you on top of that is downright exhilarating.

It’s nice to be alone, with you, Matt thinks. Away from school, away from New York City, away from all the problems it comes with–he thinks being away with you is something he’d like to do more often. It’s safe being away. It’s easy to be with you, being away.

Laying down on your bed, in your room, with you was just the escape Matt needed from what felt like the weight of the world he’s been carrying lately. He wishes the weekend could turn into a week, a month, a year, forever.

For now, he’ll be grateful he gets to spend even a second in your presence.

“I’m sorry I got defensive before,” you say, the thought and scene still bothering you.

“It’s okay,” Matt replies. There’s honestly nothing you could do to make Matt upset, “I know I’m blind, but I’m still capable of doing things normally. People tend to forget. They wonder how I get to class, how I know which dorm is mine, how I–“

“–simply live life,” you finish his sentence.

“Exactly,” Matt sighs.

“Well, I didn’t want to be like one of those people,” you tell him, turning to face him on your side. “I know what you’re capable of.”

You have no idea. Matt felt bad that he was partially lying about the blind thing. Of course, he’s actually blind, but there's much more to what he’s actually capable of doing. He pushes the thought aside. He doesn’t want to be a mystery to you.

“You? Like other people?” Matt scoffs, “You are nothing like anyone I’ve ever met, sweetheart.”

You smile, swooning at him. “Happy thanksgiving,” you say.

“Happy thanksgiving,” Matt replies. He leans in to kiss you on your forehead. “I’m grateful to have met you, ___.”

You kiss his lips and rest your head on his shoulder. You thought tonight would be full of chatter, but instead, you relish in each other’s company in silence.

That night, Matt doesn’t bother to move to the guest room. You close your door and join Matt in your bed for a restful sleep together. You fit snug against his strong and warm body. He wraps his fingers around yours and whispers something in your ear, but you've already fallen into a deep sleep before you could hear what he had to say.

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stardust-and-snickerdoodles · 4 years

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fandom: Daredevil

pairing: Matt Murdock x plus size Reader

summary: requested by @morganofthecoves1: Hello! I was wondering if you could do a matt Murdock x plus size reader with the prompt 5. “Can I hug you?” and/or 9. “Has she asked about me?”. Maybe reader is friends with Karen and Matt keeps on asking about her. Idk, something fluffy. There aren't enough X plus size reader fanfics for Matt out there. If you aren't comfortable with writing a plus size reader that's a-ok. Hope you have a good day!

warnings: fluff, some self-deprecating thoughts (but you’re learning to love yourself ❤️)

word count: 1879

a/n: i hope this is okay for you! i tried my best but it is my first time writing a plus size reader so please give me feedback!

Matt enters the office to the smell of coffee and the sound of Karen slamming her hand on the copy machine.

“Still having issues?” Matt asks with a smirk as he closes the door behind him.

Karen lets out a frustrated sigh. “Yeah. I thought that repair guy got it all figured out but apparently not.”

Matt goes to lean on Karen’s desk in the middle of the office. “Why don’t you ask Y/N about it?” he asks, feigning innocence. “I thought you said she’s pretty good with tech.”

Karen turns and crosses her arms over her chest. She can see right through Matt’s charade. “You’re just trying to get her back in the office,” she says, voice light with amusement.

Ever since you came in a few weeks ago to drop off lunch for Karen, Matt hasn’t been able to get his mind off you. Your voice fills his every waking thought, your laugh invades his headspace all day long. Matt wants to meet you again. He wants to hear your voice in person again.

He wants you. He hasn’t felt this way in a long time.

A fiery blush crawls up Matt’s cheeks. He senses the warmth and tilts his head down. “N-no,” he stammers, “I just want you to get the copier working.”

“Don’t lie to me, Matthew,” Karen says, taking a sip from her coffee. “She’s cute, nice; I get it. Plus, who knows… maybe she feels the same way.”

Matt perks up at this. “Has she asked about me?”

Karen rolls her eyes and laughs. “You’re like a lovesick puppy, ya know. It’s adorable.” She turns back to the copier and stares at the unruly machine for a moment. “Maybe I will call her though. If anyone can fix this thing, it’s Y/N.”

Matt doesn’t try to stop the smile that spreads across his face as he goes to his office.

…

It’s later that day when Matt hears the door to the main office open. Karen greets the new arrival in a friendly manner, making Matt guess that it’s one of her friends. And then he hears your voice again.

It has the same effect it did the first time he heard it. Matt’s heart stammers for a moment, struck by the perfect rhythm of your speech. It’s almost like you’re singing every word.

Matt takes a deep breath to calm himself and thinks about what he’s going to do. Is it too weird if he goes out to say hello? Is it rude if he doesn’t?

He’s about to stand up and go outside to greet you when he zones back in to the conversation you’re having with Karen.

“Where are they boys?” you ask, slightly amused. Matt can hear the slight expectancy in your voice and senses your heartbeat pick up minutely.

“Foggy went out to meet with a client; he should be back soon. And I think Matt’s still in his office,” Karen responds.

“Oh,” is your short response. Matt thinks he hears a bit of anticipation in your tone.

It’s now or never, he decides. Straightening his tie, he grabs his cane and makes his way over to the door.

The familiar scent of your lotion fills Matt’s senses and he unconsciously relaxes a little bit. You seem to have that effect on him: utter exhilaration at first and then peace soon after.

“Hello Y/N,” he says, turning toward you as he enters the room.

“Hi, Matt,” you answer shyly, wrapping your arms around yourself.

There’s something so pure about you. Matt doesn’t need to have vision to see that you’re gorgeous, despite the waves of insecurity you send into the world. Matt wishes he could take all that self-doubt away from you. He wishes he could make you see what he sees. How the air swirls around you and shows him the gentle swell of your hips, how the temperature around your face grows warmer when he smiles at you.

He wishes you’d unwrap your arms from around your stomach. He wants to take in all of you, but it seems you only want to cover yourself. How can you not see that you are so unimaginably lovely?

He thinks this a small tragedy and makes it his mission to show you your beauty.

“How are you?” he asks politely, stepping closer to you and resting his hands over top his cane.

You shrug, holding yourself tighter as he grows near. “I’m okay. Yourself?”

“Better now that you’re here,” Matt smirks, ever the flirt. But even this smooth line can’t soothe the nerves he feels around you.

Karen rolls her eyes. “Get a room,” she mumbles jokingly, stepping behind her desk and shuffling some papers. “Or better yet, Y/N, why don’t you help me with the copy machine? You know, the reason you’re here?” Karen gives you a pointed look. She wants nothing more than to see you happy; she knows how much you’ve struggled lately.

You nod hesitantly, glancing back at Matt once more. “Uh, yeah, sure Karen,” you murmur, watching Matt go back into his office.

A few hours later, you’ve finally figured out the mystery of the copy machine. The sun is setting in a blaze of red behind the skyline. Foggy left a couple minutes ago but Matt has yet to reemerge from his office.

You announce your victory of the copier to Karen, who high-fives you and offers to split a cab to your respective apartments.

“Oh, n-no,” you stumble, “that’s okay. I was hoping to talk to Matt about something actually.”

Karen doesn’t look quite as surprised as you thought she would. In fact, she almost looks like she expected you to answer the way you did. “Alright. Get home safe, Y/N,” she states as she waves and leaves the office.

You watch the door close with a click and suck in a deep breath. This is your chance. There’s no one else here. You can finally tell Matt how you feel.

You’ve had a crush on Matt ever since that first time you saw him when you brought lunch for Karen. He had been so kind and sweet to you.

A small thought objects in the back of your brain. He only likes you because he can’t see you.

You subconsciously bring your arms around yourself, looking down at your figure. You’re not exactly a model, but you’ve been learning to accept yourself for who you are. But trying to get others to accept you? A whole different ballgame.

You were lucky to have a friend like Karen. She was one of the only people who saw you as more than your body. Sure, you had good friends before, but ultimately, they all moved on when they found better people or boyfriends. Most of your friends had settled down already. You and Karen were some of the few to not be romantically involved, and you were grateful for the sweet secretary.

And of course, it was because of Karen that you were introduced to Matt.

The sound of Matt’s office door closing draws you out of your thoughts. You’d almost forgotten that you’re standing in the open and that he’s just one room over. You turn to face him guiltily, still holding your arms close to your body.

“Y/N? What are you still doing here?” Matt asks. “It’s late; you should be getting home.”

Of course, Matt had overheard your earlier conversation with Karen, but he can’t let you know that.

You hum and look anywhere but his face. “I just, um, wanted to talk to you. About… stuff.” You mentally kick yourself for being so illiterate with your speech but Matt doesn’t seem to care.

He leans his cane against the wall and steps toward you. “Of course. What’s going on?”

You step backward and lean against the desk, trying to put more space between the two of you. “I just… I don’t know, I thought you’d like some company. Maybe.”

Matt senses how you move away from him every time he tries to get closer, so he stops moving and stays where he is. Your heart is beating wildly, but it relaxes minutely when he stops approaching. “Thank you,” he says sincerely. “I appreciate that.”

There’s an awkward pause before Matt speaks again. “Are you… are you okay?” he asks, hesitating for a moment. “You seem nervous.”

You blush, looking at the floor. “I really like you,” you murmur without thinking.

The corners of Matt’s lips curve up slightly. Before he can respond, you begin rambling, your words all coming out in one breath.

“But I totally understand if you don’t feel the same way or if you already have a girlfriend or something. Because how could someone like you be single? Yeah, I mean you probably have loads of girls pining over you already so I don’t even know why I’d even mention that. Plus, you’re so, I mean, wow, you’re gorgeous and I’m all, all, I don’t know, all soft or whatever and not even anywhere close to your level. So, I totally get it. I’m going to go now.” You blurt out the last sentence and begin speed-walking toward the door.

Before you even make it a couple steps, Matt catches your arm. You stiffen and turn to face him, trying to ignore the burning of unfallen tears in your eyes. He’s removed his glasses and his face carries the most admiration you’ve ever seen.

“Stay,” he whispers. “Please.”

You relax and he releases your arm from his grip. He tries to meet your eyes as best he can.

“Can I hug you?” The words are gentle, not demanding. Just a simple, innocent request.

You battle your mind for a moment, trying to come up with a decision. You don’t like people touching you, afraid they’ll find all those curves and bumps that make you insecure sometimes. But at the same time, there’s nothing you want more than Matt’s arms around you.

“Yeah,” your voice breaks and Matt notices that the sing-song quality is gone from your tone.

He pulls you toward him and envelopes you in his arms, keeping his grip light so that you can pull away if you want. You inhale the scent of his cologne, closing your eyes and trying to calm yourself.

“You’re beautiful,” Matt murmurs, stroking a hand through your hair.

You sniffle a bit, not trying to stop the smile that overtakes your lips.

Matt gives you a gentle squeeze and continues to speak, “And I don’t have a girlfriend.”

You pull away slightly and look up at him. “Really?”

“Really.”

“Oh.” You press yourself back against his chest.

Matt chuckles and rubs his hands up and down your arms. “You’re so gorgeous, Y/N. Anyone would be lucky to have you. I just hope they know they’ll have to go through me first.”

Your smile grows and you close your eyes, doing your best to keep this moment ingrained in your memory. “Seriously?” you mumble.

“Absolutely.” Matt’s voice rumbles in his chest, sending chills through you.

Throwing caution to the wind, you allow yourself to relax and say, “I suppose you do have a girlfriend now, Matt.”

“I suppose I do,” he chuckles. “And I wouldn’t want anyone else.”

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 2 years

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pinkykitten · 5 years

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make you feel loved

Marvel

Matt Murdock x plus size! female reader

Warning: self-conscious, insults, low self-esteem, cursing

Specifics: romance, fluff, angst, one-shot, pictures, gifs, race neutral reader, plus size reader, self-conscious reader

People: Matthew Murdock, you, apartment girl (oc)

Words: 2,634

Summary: you go on a date with matt but are self conscious. you have fun the whole date until you see someone prettier at his apartment. you break down and he shows you just how beautiful you are.

Authors Note: im srry fam i did not know how to end this lol so whelp i tried! my first matt reader but i luv him so much and i am so angry they canceled daredevil like how unfair tbh. recently at my household its been hectic and now that its so cold where im at and i have eczema MY SKIN IS PEELING YAYAYAYAYAY...u guys r awesome tho v(｡･ω･｡)

You were ready. Ever since Matt asked you out on a date you have been the happiest ever. It just amazed you that all your life you assumed you were never good enough, that you would never get a man, but fate gave a slap to your face and told you, “girl you are beautiful!” (thats me to all y’all hehe im ur fate)

Going from shop to shop you pick out the perfect outfit for the night. Admiring yourself in the mirror you check out all your places you thought were a problem, but to you, you thought you looked fierce! For once you felt comfortable in your own body, you felt sexy.

“Agh I’m so nervous,” you say aloud to yourself as you are fixing your attire. It was 6:00 and Matt said he would pick you up.

“Perfect,” you smile as you look at the mirror. As you sat down and waited for Matt you started to get nervous. Maybe he was playing you? Maybe this was all a joke, a prank? Maybe he stood you up? “Oh my god,” you thought to yourself, hastily standing up. “I forgot Matt’s blind. I’m such a terrible person, maybe he wanted me to pick him up!” You motion over to your phone to call him but suddenly you hear a knock on your door. You peer through the peep hole and sure enough its Matt.

He was wearing a suit, must of come out of work just now. You open the door and with a cheering tone say, “hey there Matt, how was your day?”

Matt just chuckles and scratches the back of his head, “tough, but better now that I’m here with you.”

You paused as you heard that sentence and scolded yourself to say something good to that, “thanks Matt, I’m glad too. Not that I’m glad you saw me, which I am happy you are seeing...me, but I’m glad that I get to see you too.” Then you realized...THE DANG MAN IS BLIND AND YOU JUST PUT SEE IN A SENTENCE!!!!! “OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY! Forget all that I just said now.” You were literally over here having a meltdown while Matt just gave you his charming smile and chuckled. “Don’t worry about it y/n.”

You shook your head and mouthed, “you’re such an idiot y/n, good job. See?” Matt heard the whole muttering commotion you had with yourself and offered to take your hand.

Going down the stairs you place your arm out so he could hold onto it. You two walked Hell’s Kitchen together, conversing about everything.

“So where are you taking me?” Your heels clicking with the cement, a smile appearing on your face as you look at Matt.

“I would love to tell you y/n but...its a surprise.”

“I love surprises! Just hope its not ribs or anything like that cause trust me...I get super dirty with that. But I mean if it is ribs I’m fine with it too.”

Matt shook his head and giggled some more at your cuteness. “No its way better, trust me.” As he responded his calloused hands landed on yours. They gently touched, skin to skin. It was a sign of love. He interlocked his fingers with yours and your breath hitched. Usually men would already make up their minds of who you are the second they get a look at you, but not Matt. Maybe it was because he was blind that played a big part in this, you hoped not. Was Matt just with you because he didn’t know what you looked like? Would he leave you if he saw that you weren’t fit, skinny? (peeps that look like that tho r beautiful as well!) Quickly you shook those thoughts out of your head, you persuaded yourself that you were going to have a fun time and that Matt was with you now because he liked you. Those speculations though were in the back of your mind.

You and Matt arrived at the restaurant, it was decorated with many lights that shined like stars. The sound of jazz music playing filled your ears, people chatting lowly about their day, their lives. It was so comfortable and such an elegant restaurant.

“Oh Matt...its beautiful!” You gush as the waiter takes you two to a booth. You sat in front of Matt. Matt put his cane in his pocket and held your hands, “tell me y/n...what do you see?”

Placing your purse next to you your eyes travel all around your setting. “Well there are many lights here, white lights. They look as if like the dark night sky, when there are many constellations out there. Then there are a good amount of people just talking, enjoying their time. The food looks great here, very professional. There is a chandelier in the middle of the building that gives the room a lighten up look. This is really nice Matt, thanks for taking me here.”

Matt grinned and settled back in his seat, “you can’t thank me yet, you have to taste the food its amazing.”

You giggled seeing Matt gush about food, he was so excited, “what do you recommend?”

You two conversed through out the whole dinner. You discussed about your job, family, things that have great importance to you. Matt discussed about his job, his friends and some of his childhood. You learned so many new things about Matt and that just made you see him as a greater person.

The check was placed in the middle of the table. You two reached for it but you picked it up first. “I got this Matt.” You protest putting your hand out.

“Y/n, I need to pay that, I’m not gonna let you pay for that.”

“You need to Matt, its the least I can do.” You were genuine about this, you took your wallet out.

“I was taught manners y/n, the men always pay. Now I’m not saying you are broke or anything, but I want to make your day great so that means I gotta pay.”

You two jokingly fight over who pays for the meal. It was so cute seeing Matt laugh at your jokes and mannerisms.

“Y/n if you don’t let me pay I feel like I didn’t just let you down, I let the world down. My life depends on paying for that.” He points to the white piece of paper.

You mutter to yourself, “that was pretty awesome.” You did not inform him of where that paper was on the table so the fact that he pointed right at it must be luck...right?

“Fine Matt you win, here.” You hand over the paper, laughing at him being so dramatic. (heck i would insist on someone paying for my food like “no no i insist.”)

As you two were leaving the restaurant you could see out of the corner of your eyes these group of people making fun of you.

“Look at her compared to him, it looks like she could eat him.”

“What a cow! No, more like a whale!”

“Do you see how big she is, like how big she is?”

All these terrible comments about your weight were thrown at you but all you did was smile and strutted past them. Their words could not hurt you, not today. Today you were having such a great time you weren’t going to let them win.

Matt heard the insults, his jaw clenching at how irate he was. His anger boiling inside him, all he wanted to do was go over there and punch the shi* out of them. But his anger subsided when he felt your hand on his back. It made him calm, the thought of you made him forget about them and only pay attention to you.

“You ready Matt?” Your voice was cheerful and bright. Matt nodded and you two left hand in hand.

Matt asked and decided that you two should go to his apartment since his was closer and you two could hang out more there. You agreed but were nervous.

Upon entering his tiny apartment you place your items on a table near by. “That is so cool,” you effused, seeing the electric billboard.

“You like it?” Matt asked as he took his jacket off and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“I think its pretty.”

Matt handed you a glass of water and you thanked him. Sitting on his couch you await his presence.

Matt sits beside you and smiles, the moment is interrupted by a knock. “Let me get that.” Matt gets up and hurry's to the door.

When he opens the door all you hear is a girls squeal and her velvety voice. Curious you stand and go see who it is.

“-so I just moved in here and I was wondering if maybe you could help me out to where I need to go in order to get to my room.” She was twirling her hair and you could tell flirting with Matt.

On the other hand Matt could tell you were starting to get angry and upset because of your heart beat.

Here you were, trying to be a good citizen and help this woman out. “Hey maybe I can help you?” You interjected the conversation with a warm smile. The second the woman saw you her face had disgust written all over it.

“Um I’m sorry who are you?”

You shrugged, “just a friend.”

The girl chuckled and twirled her hair some more, “Thats funny I don’t like recall calling you.”

You fiddled with your fingers, “I know I just heard your conversation and thought maybe I could help you out, you know.”

“Sure lets talk outside though,” she suggested.

You followed her and closed Matt’s door. You walked a little ways with her and then stopped at a corner. “Okay so you are room 549, so you are going to take a right over here, and then go to the elevator and then go another right and then you’ll definitely see your apartment there.”

“Gotcha hey is there anyway you could give my phone number to your son, he’s really cute?”

Puzzled you tell the woman, “I’m sorry I don’t have a son.”

“Oh I thought that guy in the apartment was your son,” she had on an evil grin. “My mistake.”

You knew she said that on purpose because you looked the same age if not younger than Matt. “Its fine, we all make mistakes.”

“But still could you get me his number, and mine to his, he’s really handsome and trust me not trying to be rude or anything I think he kinda deserves someone who has my curves yet doesn’t look like she ate all of McDonalds. You know I read that so many people in America are obese, please I’m just trying to look out for you, be careful you are already on the path of like diabetes or more like death. Ever want to lose all that fatty weight, call me I own a gym and a workout plan. Bye.” She handed you a card and trotted off with an wicked smirk.

You stood there, speechless while holding that card. You were trying to hold it all in, not make the night unsuccessful, be confident but all those things washed away out of you, especially the confidence. Tears started to stream out of your e/c orbs. You stood there all alone, feeling disgusting and not pretty. You held the card and just stared at it, as if maybe if you stared at it longer all your problems about your weight would disappear.

Matt was waiting for you but suddenly he heard your heart beat quicken and he heard sobs. Opening the door he went to find you.

“Y/n?” He coaxed as he got closer to you.

In a swift movement you wiped your tears away and gave a fake smile, “hey Matt, I’m fine. I think I might be leaving though, it was nice having this night with you.”

Matt could hear that you were crying so he motioned to you and placed both his hands on your cheeks, you backed away, not wanting him to touch your body.

“Please y/n, come inside and talk to me.”

You did go back inside and stood by the window looking at your reflection.

“What happened y/n?” Matt broke the silence, hands on his hips.

You couldn’t control the tears anymore, “I am just ugly, aren’t I?”

“C’mon y/n don’t say that-”

“I will never be good enough...will I? I wanted to enjoy this night Matt, I wanted to be that confident woman that doesn’t care what anyone says but Matt, I do care, and it does hurt what they say. What hurts more is that they say it so much! I should be used to it by now!”

You turn around and try storming off but Matt grabs your arm, “y/n stay please I need to tell you that-”

“What, you didn’t know I was plus size, I am chubby. No I guess not, Matt I know the bullsh*t you’re trying to do here. I get that you’re blind, but thats why its worse. You don’t know what I look like, but if you did you would be laughing right now, you would without a doubt leave me immediately. I’m not that skinny girl, and you deserve that. You are so handsome and so smart, kind, everything that is good and you deserve a woman that is equally as beautiful as you. I’m sorry Matt, thats not me. I’m sorry I wasted your time, but for me this day was a dream come true. This day made me thought for one second that maybe just maybe I could have gotten someone who loves me for me. Fantasy isn’t reality though.”

More tears streamed down your face, you forcefully tried to walk away but Matt grabbed you and brought you to him for a kiss. Placing his thumb and forefinger under your chin he deepened the kiss.

“What was that Matt?” You queried, feeling bashful and shocked.

“Y/n, I didn’t go out with you today because of any other reason except that I like you, a lot. I know I’m blind but I think you are amazing, I want to show you that you are beautiful.”

Matt placed his hands on your cheeks, “may I?” You whispered a yes and Matt started to touch all over your face, your neck, down to your breasts, the back which you were terrified of him touching. People always made fun of you saying that you have breasts on your back. When he touched those bumps and curves you backed away but Matt kept a hold on you, kissing your lips lightly. He touched all of you and breathed to you during another kiss, “you are beautiful y/n.”

“Wow you just touched ever part of my body that I hate, didn’t you get disgusted?”

“Never y/n, I think your body is beautiful, to me its curvy, its sexy, you’re sexy.”

You still felt uncomfortable, Matt thought of an idea, “here, what if I do this? Will it help you feel more relaxed.” Matt took his glasses off and put them on a table. “Better?”

“You have really pretty eyes Matt,” you say sheepishly.

Matt giggled at your comment.

He then picked you up and carried you to the couch. You were placed on his lap as he touched all of you. “To me you are brilliant y/n, you are wonderful and I want to show you from now on how beautiful you truly are.”

You chuckled and grew confident enough to kiss him again. The kiss became more passionate and fierce, “thank you Matt.”

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hi hi hi!! I saw that requests are open! :)

I was wondering if you could do anything with Matt Murdock? That would be awesome! Maybe a shy reader??

P.S: Keep up the great work, I loved your Daryl Dixon fic!! ☺️

༉‧₊˚. 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 || 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐤

― pairings: matt murdock x plus size reader

― summary: you had always wondered about matt's scars, they fascinated you, and matt knew.

― warnings: hurt/comfort, major fluff, mentions of fighting, mentions of violence, mentions of bruises/injuries, and very brief mentions of insecurities.

― wc: 634

⋆ a/n: ahhh my first request!! thank you so much, i was very excited to work on this. i hope this lived up to your expectations! you said anything so i figured i'd go the fluff route to equal out kinktober lol! i tried to make the reader shy but i don't know if i captured that well, so i apologize for that!

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Matt's scars were something you considered the most interesting part about him, besides him being Daredevil and all of that.

They stuck out to you; either that be when you were cuddling, being intimate, or on the days where Matt would just completely forgo wearing a shirt— much to your satisfaction. You've always wanted to touch them, or even ask him about it, but you didn't know how he felt about them, you didn't want to risk pushing any unnecessary buttons.

It was one of those nights where you were laying together after you patched him up. He had taken down a few sex traffickers and saved a bunch of kids, and you couldn't be more proud of him. Yeah, you did hate seeing him like this, all bruised up and bloody, watching him take on the cruelest responsibilities known to man. You knew there was no way to talk him out of it, to take a break, to calm down and catch his breath— you hadn't even realized you were caressing the long scar that sat above his left peck until he tensed up.

“What are you thinking about?” Matt asked, his arm curling against your side to hold you close to his body. Your fingers curled into your hand, a pit of guilt brewing in your stomach. “Oh! Matt I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!” Your cheeks were burning, your body running hot at the thought that you may have overstepped your boundaries.

Much to your surprise, he let out a chuckle. “Baby, it's fine. I've felt you looking at them, and I can hear the way your heart speeds up when you know you were caught.” You buried your face in his shoulder. “I just—” You sighed, your fingers hesitantly putting themselves back over the irritated skin. “I don't know. Everytime I look at them, I can't help but wonder if you ever get sick of getting your ass beat.” He laughed at that, hearty chuckle rumbling throughout his chest.

“But also I admire them, because they're reminders of all the people you saved. Sometimes… they're hard to look at, but other times, I just want to sit here for hours and worship them, to show them appreciation, and ask you questions. Most of the time they're a reminder of how good of a man you are, that my Matty risks his life every single day because he wants to.”

“I wouldn't—” He was cut off by a sniffle, his throat being closed by an overwhelming feeling of emotion. “I wouldn't say that I’m a good man.” You scoffed and sat up to lean on your elbow. “Don’t start with me, Murdock.” You all but playfully threatened. Your left hand cradled his cheek, thumb caressing the stubble that you loved so much. “You're good man, a great one even. I'm lucky to be with you, to be yours. If anything, it's an honor.” He was staring into your eyes, his glasses long discarded.

It took him a while to get comfortable enough to be around you without glasses, and when he did, you swear he had the prettiest eyes you've ever seen. You can see the tears glistening in his eyes, his cheeks flushed at the praise that you were smothering him with. Usually, it was the other way around; because since you knew Matthew couldn't see you, sometimes you're convinced that if he could, he wouldn't have batted an eye at you.

“I love you so much, Matty.” You whispered, leaning forward to place a gentle peck on his lips. Matt moved you hand to hold it over his heart, returning the sweet gesture. You could feel the steady thumping against your fingertips, a smile spreading on Matt's face that you felt against your lips.

“I love you too. Always.”

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