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itsmeatballworld · 1 year

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| stitches |

summary | matt cleans you up after you’re injured trying to help someone.

pairing | matt murdock x fem!reader (female body parts mentioned)

wc | ~1800

warnings | cursing, hurt reader, nudity but not sexual, mentions of bruising, fighting, weapon (knife), injuries, and blood.

a/n | hi all! I love the ‘stitching up the one you love’ trope. Matt obviously fits that bill - but uno reverse baby. It’s reader who needs the fixing. Also this is my 1st time writing for Matt so I hope it’s alright (established relationship btw)

dividers by @/firefly-graphics <3

Your body gave out the moment his apartment door swung open.

Your knees buckled, hands bracing your fall as you splayed out on the hardwood floors. Coughs riddled your body as the tight, squeezing pressure in your chest made it hard to breathe.

Ribs were broken, you could feel it. Blood soaked through your plain clothes from the gash on your side. Hopefully, this was nothing more than just a busted rib, a cut, and some bruising.

You could handle that. It’s what you’d mend for your boyfriend when he’d come home injured from fighting.

Anything else and you’d need help.

“M-Matt?” your voice merely whispers in the dark.

The place was silent. Not an echo of life beyond that door. No bare feet shuffling on floorboards or a hum of the shower running.

Right, he wasn't home.

With a deflated groan, you managed to get back onto your feet.

He was at the bar with Foggy and Karen where you should’ve been too. But like your boyfriend Matt Murdock, you were a bit stubborn.

It was dumb that you went out tonight when you felt like shit. It was even dumber that you went out after saying you’d stay home and rest. Your loving boyfriend left his place with every intention you’d still be in one piece when he returned.

—

“I’ll pick up some soup from that diner on 9th and west 46th street. What’s it called again?”

“No, no.” You hushed him with a soft touch against his thigh. He was nearly crushing you from how close he sat down on the bed. It made you feel loved and wanted with him so close. And you loved it.

He hovered over you, brown eyes focused on your groggy expression. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I’ll shower and get some sleep. Go meet Foggy and Karen,” you ran your fingers up to the callous hand now resting against your cheek.

He smiled. “I can stay. I’ll take care of you. I want to.”

“I’ll be fine. Go have fun, baby.”

—

Fuck. You were really regretting going out.

It was pitch black in his apartment, with only the neon glow of billboards outside to illuminate the space. You limped out of the entry hallway and to the bathroom.

The moment you shuffled inside, everything happened fast. You were in the shower. Water ran over your sensitive skin, soaking through your ruined clothes. A mewling groan escaped your lips.

You sat hopelessly under the constant water pressure. Streaks of crimson bled out from worn out clothes.

In the end, you knew that you needed to rest more than anything and this shower wouldn’t do much else but wash away the evidence.

“Shit,” you cursed as the gash on your side stung. Yet the idea of moving from this shower seemed like an impossible task.

You winced as you tried to tug your pants down. But like honey on skin, the fabric clung to your body, soaked from the shower. It was like cement. You whined like a helpless child.

The pain was excruciating but it was worth it. When you snuck out of the apartment, keys dangling from your loose fingertips with the intention of grabbing that quart of soup Matt mentioned, you never thought Matt’s martial arts sessions would be used.

—

In the dark alley you saw a young mother yanking her purse away from a lanky man, screaming for help. Never mind the throbbing migraine or the fear crawling up your spine. What if he has a gun? You acted and went straight for his knee. He buckled.

Then he hit you. You struck back. He kicked and his heel slammed into your chest. Then a flash of silver. A knife.

You felt the searing pain but kept moving. He kicked but so did you. Overpowering him with a move Matt showed you, the guy was on the ground, hands raised in surrender.

“A’right! Christ, you crazy bitch! T-take the bag!”

It didn't take much to knock him out after he let go of the bag. You groaned, grasping the purse and your side. His wide blue eyes and scruffy blonde hair were burned into your mind now.

Possibly forever.

The owner of a nearby bodega rushed into the alleyway with his cell, shouting he already called the cops. The mother was grateful and tried to get you to the nearest ER but you dropped your head to the little boy cowering behind the half-full dumpsters.

“It’s okay now. Are you both okay?”

“Yes–”

“Thank you!” The little boy cried before racing to his mother’s side.

—

It was worth it. Helping the mother tonight would be something you will never regret. Even if it hurt like a – you hissed when the water pressure hit your gash. You needed to move faster. Strip these clothes off and throw them out before Matt gets home. He’ll be worried sick about you.

You tugged on the fabric again, biting your split lip as the soggy pants finally slid down your waist and stopped at your knees.

Slowly, piece by piece, you moved the wet clothes down until you were naked on the shower tiles.

“You’re bleeding?”

The sight of your boyfriend was something you’d never forget. He was stiff, his hand gripping the doorframe until his knuckles were white. His chest heaved in and out rapidly.

When did he come in? Hell, it didn’t matter. You couldn’t move even if you wanted to. Plus, he could smell the bitter iron scent of blood better than a hound. There wasn't a chance of getting out of this without him knowing.

“You’re bleeding. Fuck. What happened?”

“I’m…okay.”

Usually it’s the other way around with Matt broken and bleeding. But not tonight. And he was petrified.

You tried to sit up, but he was already at the shower door. Matt’s hands were at your hips then up to the gash across your side. You winced.

“Fuck, baby. You’re hurt. I can feel it.” His fingers danced back to the gash, moving softly against the bare skin. Matt was already judging how many stitches he’d have to place.

He was still in his casual work clothes. Sleeves rolled up past his elbows. His glasses were off, revealing those eyes you fell in love with.

“M-Matt–”

“What happened?” He ignored the running water and dove inside the shower. You watched him swivel around your lax frame and plant himself in the reddish stained tile. “Can you stand?”

“I’m sorry.”

Matt frowned. “Don’t be sorry.” He knelt down at your feet, “Can you stand?”

“Um,” you winced, “I’ll try.”

Matt reached up, feeling for the valve, and shut the shower off. Silence settled over the room, coaxing you both into the familiarity of your bodies near one another. He touched your cheek, softly fixing his gaze around your face. You knew he could sense you—feel you.

You lifted up to a seated position. Matt scooped underneath your armpits and helped you to the bedroom.

Immediately, Matt went to work. He knew your body like the back of his hands and he wasted no time in stitching and wrapping your injuries. When he was satisfied with his work, he slid one of his old t-shirts over your body.

“Twelve stitches,” he muttered. “So that means bed rest.”

“Didn’t have to ask me twice—ow.” A light laugh nearly tore open Matt’s handiwork.

Like before he left, he plopped down onto the mattress and hovered above you.

“Your wrist is sprained. Shoulder was badly dislocated, but it should heal in a few weeks. Two…” his fingers and palm ran down to your left side, just under your breast. “Three ribs are fractured.”

“Mmhm. Anything else, doc?”

Those hands that worked miracles seconds earlier clenched into tight fists. “I could have lost you,” he whispered your name. “Please. Please, don’t ever do that again.”

You pulled closer to his warmth. Fingers trailing up and down his dry sweatpants he changed into. “It was stupid, I know.”

“It wasn’t stupid.” He sighed. “I’m glad. I was teaching you how to defend yourself.” He ran those callous fingers up your waist, to the stitched patch of skin. “I just never thought you’d use those lessons to save someone else.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You never have to apologize. I’m not mad, baby.” He brushed your cheek, “I was terrified. I could hear you wheezing and groaning. And the blood? I never wanted you to get hurt.”

He held your face in both hands, skimming his thumbs across your split bottom lip. He recoiled as if he could feel the surging pain coursing through your body.

Matt dipped his head until his forehead rested against yours. “But it could’ve been worse than this.”

“I know.”

He was silent for a moment. As if he was absorbing the situation, Matt kept his calm in the chaos. As always.

“Tell me.” You moved enough back until your body was inches from Matt.

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me what’s going on inside that brain, Matt.”

He exhaled. “You shouldn’t be out there trying to save people.”

It was the silence in the room that felt the heaviest. He was right to be scared and worried. But you weren’t trying to play hero. This was something you had to do. “It was one night,” you murmured. “I got hurt but I’ll be fine.”

“You weren’t fine when I found you.”

“Matt.”

“No,” he crumpled to the bed, his hands flying into his hair. “I can’t lose you. I can’t.”

“I’m not going anywhere. But you have to trust me when I say I’ll be okay. She needed my help and I know you would have done the same. You taught me that.”

He didn’t want to agree. You could see the anguish across his stricken features. The fact was - neither of you should be hurting yourselves to save complete strangers but you do. It might have been your first - and only - night fighting crime, but when someone needs help, the right thing to do is act.

Matt knew that.

“I don’t want you to stop helping people. I just want you to be safe.”

You moved closer as he folded into the mattress, sweeping you into his embrace. He smelled clean, like cinnamon and fresh linen. The smell of beer still lingers on his breath. But you were safe at home in your loving boyfriend’s arms. And that’s all that mattered.

“Promise me you’ll rest if nothing else. You’re in bad shape and I don’t need you walking around trying to fix things—“

“I promise.” You choked on the tears suddenly spilling down your cheeks, “I promise, Matty.”

He lifted his head from your shoulder. Without a word, he kissed your temple and you were nothing but a puddle in his arms.

-xx-

a/n: yikes i hope someone enjoyed this lil mess lol :0

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frankenhookersmonster · 2 years

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fictober day six - breeding, matt murdock x reader

warnings - 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, matt murdock x afab!reader, smut(p in v), breeding kink, mention of pregnancy

word count - 410

fictober masterlist - masterlist

twitter - ko-fi

got something to say? a request or concept? speak!!!

a/n - matt's breasts on full display in the head has me feeling some type of way

You had never been one for love making. With Matt, though, it was different. He made you feel deserved, cared for, loved. For the first time in your life you saw beyond the near future, you could see years, even decades down the line.

Along with it came Matt, and he too had his vision.

He could see the two of you getting a nice house, maybe out of Hell’s Kitchen if his ego would allow it. In his head, you were married. He imagined a church wedding, big bouquets of flowers and bell tolls. The biggest surprise to him, though, was that he was imagining babies. He wanted to start a family with you, raise children with you.

Those thoughts came along with the idea of you being pregnant. He pictured you round, feeling your stretched skin with his calloused hands. He needed you full of him.

“Fuck.” You were whining directly into Matt’s mouth, it was a whine that would hardly be audible if your words were shot right down his throat. Matt was pounding into you, every hit of your deepest point got another high pitched moan out into the damp air of your bedroom.

“Gonna fill you up, okay? Get you so full.” Matt knew you couldn’t hear him, you were so off in your own little world, it was more for him than anyone else. “I’m gonna fill you, put a baby in you, sweetheart.”

The position was nothing special, missionary with your arms above your head and hands intertwined with his. All you could see was Matt, everything beyond him was a blur of colors. His skin was tinted pink, eyes shut as he felt you squeeze his cock.

“It’s gonna stick the first time, angel, I’m gonna make sure it sticks. Fuck, tell me how bad you need it.” Matt’s thrusts grew sloppier, his touch on your hands was rougher. “Uh huh, need you to fill me, Matt. Need you to cum in me, please, please.”

Matt painted your insides, fulfilling his promises to fill you with his cum. His cock softened inside of you, but he stayed put. A hand came to your hair, pushing it behind your ear, touch beyond gentle. “Good job, sweetheart.” His lips pressed to your forehead. “My perfect angel. Gonna carry our child, huh?” You were still coming down from your own high, bobbing your head to his words. “If we’re lucky they’ll be just like you.”

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thatboisus · 3 months

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“english isn’t my first langua—“ say no more.

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l0caltiredgirl · 4 months

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when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut

the struggle is real

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realangelahernandez · 4 months

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Go to therapy or read another fan fiction of your favorite fictional character?

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murc0ck · 1 year

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i know he's fictional but i would love nothing but to devour that man

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fixforthesoul · 6 months

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OPEN LETTER TO FANFICTION WRITERS ON ACCESSIBILITY; PLEASE READ.

first of all, thank you for spending your time, seldom acknowledged and definitely deserving of a compensation you are not receiving, to entertain us. i’m speaking on behalf of more than just blind readers, but everyone. you’re sick as hell.

i’ve summoned you to provide some information you may not already know. i know a lot of you like fonts. especially those who cross post their work on wattpad. i admire any and all acts of aestheticism to a degree, and can understand the desire to use them. (blind folk, sorry y’all. momma’s making a point.) 𝔰𝔱𝔲𝔣𝔣 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰, it’s cute. 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 is a little cuter to me, if i had to choose. or maybe 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈?

now, sighted folk: if you’re on mobile, i implore you to participate in a little exercise for me. select this text and scroll through all the copy/paste/define/‘search the web’ options until you get to the speak portion. if you need to change a setting for your phone to do so, would you mind? i’d really appreciate it.

please make your phone read aloud part of my post, and be sure to include any bits with those super cute fonts. 𝕚’𝕝𝕝 𝕥𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕡𝕝𝕖𝕒, 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖. 𝕚 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕤𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕝𝕪, 𝕚 𝕕𝕠𝕟’𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕪𝕡𝕠𝕤 𝕚 𝕔𝕒𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕖𝕖.

whether you participated and discovered it for yourself or you thought this was a crock of shit you’d rather not sniff, i’ll tell you! screen readers cannot dictate words using those fonts. at least, on a majority of devices. not mine, or any of my mutuals elsewhere.

you do not have to change your behavior on my behalf, but please be aware that fonts limit access to your work.

blind readers do exist, i exist, and i am bound by the same feelings of dogged longing that make other sad horny bitches read angsty, smutty, father-wounded nonsense.

thanks for making it this far. i really hope my sincerity is being conveyed, reading makes me so happy and i’m not the only person on this app who relies on accessibility settings more often than not. do with this information what you will, and have the day you deserve!

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so-far-frogs-and-oscar · 2 years

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Yeah, I'm fine

*Types "<character name> x reader" into tumblr search bar*

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itscherrylipsforme · 3 months

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Mom: When I was your age I liked men in their twenties

Aunt: When I was your age I liked men who were around twentyfive

Me rn: ...

Based on a thought I had after having this same conversation during a family dinner

I am open to write for any of them, if someone asks me to do it btw

#riley's rambles #charles xavier x reader #jake seresin x reader #theseus scamander x reader #bucky barnes x reader #din djarin x reader #poe dameron x reader #river cartwright #river cartwright x reader #matt murdock x reader #donald ressler #donald ressler x reader

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ivuhe · 3 months

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I hate reading a x reader fic (or any fic tbh) where one character is like "big, buff, scary, man" and then "scared, defenseless, innocent girl." ... Like there's a way to write about a masculine character without pushing stereotypes or taking away from them (yk?)

Also, here's my incredible and accurate rendition of how those fics depict the relationships:

#x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #joel miller x reader #peter parker x reader #bucky barns x reader #steve harrington x reader #matt murdock x reader #simon riley x reader #john mactavish x reader #bruce wayne x reader #steve rodgers x reader #könig x reader #marc spector x reader #frank castle x reader #jake sully x reader #im not trying to hate #and im not a writer #but i want depth

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theautomattic · 5 months

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Matt Murdock scenes that will forever live rent free in my head:

Aggressive undressing + buttons flying everywhere + cross necklace getting yanked + wet look...FOREVER CHANGED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY

The grip on the chair + ab flexing + caressing Claire's elbow + the smirk.... A++++ WOULD SMASH

Bedhead + ab flexing + the smirk after replying a lie to Foggy about sleeping with a violent girl....MATT MURDOCK A CONFIRMED FREAK

#daredevil #matt murdock #netflix daredevil #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader #charlie cox

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itsmeatballworld · 1 year

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| my masterlist |

I write for whoever I’m fixating on and whenever the inspiration strikes! At the moment, I don’t take requests

smut: ✨

fluff: 💐

angst: 🖤

hurt/comfort: 💞

fyi: minors DNI with any stories that are 18+. I mean it. please.

MCU

Matt Murdock

stitches - m.m. x f!reader - Matt helps stitch you up after getting injured in a fight 💐🖤💞 [also on AO3]

Bucky Barnes

just a dream - bucky x f!reader - 18+ only - Bucky and reader are neighbors in Brooklyn. When reader has a spicy dream about the broody man, it sets off a series of events that ignites something in both of them 💐✨ [also on AO3]

burnt sugar - beefy!baker!bucky x f!reader - friends and rival bakers, bucky and reader fall for each other 💐 [also on AO3]

because of him- bucky x f!reader - 18+ only - locked in a safe house with him would be easy—if you both got along ✨ [only on AO3]

Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

just kiss me - Eddie Munson x f!reader - Eddie knows you’ve never been kissed and you both plan to change that 💐 [also on AO3]

House Of The Dragon

Harwin Strong

silver tongue - dad!harwin strong x f!mom!reader - 18+ only - a steamy night with your husband is quickly interrupted 💐✨ [also on AO3]

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

to the night sky - daryl dixon x f!reader - it’s autumn in Virginia so Daryl invites Reader to snuggle under the starry night sky 💐 [also on AO3]

silence in the library - boyfriend!daryl x f!reader - 18+ only - when searching through Alexandria’s local library, Daryl decides to take advantage of his moment alone with you ✨ [also on AO3]

been through hell and back - daryl dixon x reader - crazy things keep happening. When a series of terrifying events occur in Alexandria, you seek comfort from your friend, Daryl. 💞💐 [also on AO3]

it ends in heartbreak - daryl dixon x f!reader - you both knew he would break your heart. he couldn’t help himself. 🖤 [also on AO3]

Rick Grimes

simple things - rick grimes x f!reader - It’s time to give Rick an answer to his question. 💐 [also on AO3]

laundry - rick grimes x f!reader - 18+ only - Newly married, the Alexandria group throws you and Rick a party. But he has other plans. ✨💐 [also on AO3]

The Last of Us

Joel Miller

deal - joel miller x f!reader - 18+ only - In the beginning it was out of desperation to feel something. But for Joel and Reader, it turned into a desperate need for each other ✨ [also on AO3]

ps: don’t repost my works please & thank you

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frankenhookersmonster · 2 years

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fictober day ten - on top

warnings - 18+MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, smut x afab!reader (p in v), pet names

word count - 324

fictober masterlist - masterlist

twitter - ko-fi

got something to say? a request or concept? speak!!!

a/n - the idea of riding steve is making me go brhrvryfgvrwg

Frank loves having you in his lap. He loves manhandling you, and that includes throwing you on top of him. He loves your tits in his face, he loves the way you claw at his chest. He loves all of it, could probably die happy underneath your cunt. Your hands would come to Frank’s shoulders, nails digging into the skin to get a better grip, grinding down onto him further and further. “Yeah, use me, sweetheart. Almost there.”

Matt is a pretty dominant guy, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy having you on top. He’s still in charge, but he likes when you think you are. You cling to him, screw your eyes shut, bite down on his shoulder to muffle your moans. He’s doing most of the work, actively thrusting into you while you bob along with his movements. “That’s it, angel, you’ve got it.”

Eddie likes when you crawl on top of him in the mornings. He likes being half asleep and feeling you feel up his body. There’s a lot of sloppy kisses, mixed in with Eddie’s morning voice. His vision is glazed, but he can still make you out in one of his shirts, nipples hard and visible through the fabric. Sex like that was never serious, it was full of giggles butterfly kisses. “Love when you wake me up like this, babe, fuck.”

Steve goes feral when you ride him. He’d pull you into his lap, letting his fingers bore bruises into your skin while you rolled your hips over his. Your foreheads would meet, pressed together while you both tried to catch your breath. The room was sweaty, your body was damp and rubbed against his warmth. It was always intimate like this, neither of you felt the need to say much apart from moans of pleasure. Every once in a while Steve would speak up, speaking between kisses to your head. “So pretty like this, baby.”

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