#dardevil x reader

[sarahsmileslikesarahd0esntcare]

I just had this great thought, it's 1 am don't blame me if it's stupid:

Moving in with Matt Murdock who doesn't have any curtains but the light keeps you up at night so you tell him, "We need to get some blinds for the apartment." And he responds with, "What, one blind isn't good enough for you?"

Pls I'm giggling

[cherry-coloureddfunk]

MATT MURDOCK MASTERLIST !

* ˚ ✦ requests ── open!

🧸. . . fluff

🍒 . . . smut

🏹 . . . angst

to be added.

[strangerquinns]

Can you write a matt Murdock fic where the whole group attends a gala party type thing and she has a crush on matt and both foggy and Karen can tell and they keep pushing her to go get matt to dance with her?

If you write this it will literally make my heart explode❤️

You held tightly to the champagne glass as your eyes scanned around the room. The soft music played by the band filled the room as everyone moved about the room with ease. A deep sigh passed through your lips before you downed the rest of your drink, quickly grabbing another from the waiter that passed you. Your other hand moved down along the front of your dress before moving along the skirt.

"Having fun?" a voice came up from behind you causing you to jump slightly.

A soft apology could be heard as you turned around to face him. But even as you looked up towards him, your heart couldn't calm. The corners of Matt's lips turned up as he listened to the small skip on your heart before it picked up quickly.

"Um...having a little fun," You spoke softly, "Feel a little out of my element since I've never been to a...gala before."

You couldn't help how seeing the smile spread across Matt's lips as he stood before you. It made a small flittering erupt in your stomach.

"If it makes you feel better it's not really my thing either." Matt shrugged "Foggy thinks it'll be good for the firm if we showed our faces more at these things."

Before either of you could speak another word both Foggy and Karen walked up beside you. Foggy pulled Matt away with the mention of other firms and opportunities. You stood there and watched as they walked away - the smile on your face turning down.

"I don't know why you just won't tell him how you feel," Karen spoke from beside you.

You rolled your eyes as you took another drink from your glass, "Yeah right. I only see that ending in disaster."

"No it would not," Karen perked up slightly as a thought entered her mind, "You should ask him to dance,"

"What?" You spoke a little loudly, shying away when you saw others' eyes darting towards you, "Are you kidding me that's a terrible idea," You whispered.

"How? You like him...make the first move and step by asking him to dance. I know that Matt would say yes."

"He'd say yes cause he's a good guy and friend."

It was now Karen's turn to roll her eyes, before grabbing Foggy as he tried to move past the two of you. He looked towards Karen confused but before he could ask a question, Karen spoke.

"Please tell our dear friend here that if she asks Matt to dance, he would say yes. A not because they are friends."

Foggy let out a soft laugh, "Are you kidding me? I wish one of you would make a move already. It's becoming sad to watch at the office,"

"What are you talking about, Nelson?" Your brows pulled together in confusion as you watched him.

"Just do what Karen says, I don't think you're going to regret it at all,"

"Fuck it," You spoke before downing the rest of your drink.

You smoothed out your dress slightly and fidgeted with your hair before walking towards where you saw him stand. You felt like your heart was in your throat as you grew closer and closer. You gently reached up and gave his shoulder a small tap, causing him to turn in that direction.

Of course, Matt knew that it was you. Your warm scent came around him the moment you came closer. Even in a room filled with so much, Matt was able to pick you out and focus on you.

"H-Hey...um....I-I was wondering you wanted to dance?" You asked with your voice shaky.

"I would love to," Matt spoke, his voice nothing but sincere.

He turned slightly and set his cane against the wall before reaching his arm out to you. You gently looped your arm through his before leading towards the dance floor. Other couples moved together on the dancefloor as the soft and slow music played. The moment you and Matt were in the middle, his arm wrapped around your waist as you stepped closer.

Matt didn't miss the sharp intake of breath as he handheld you tightly to his chest. One hand moved up his chest slowly before settling at the back of his neck, while the other became enclasped with his as the two of you moved. You felt like you couldn't breathe as you felt his body pressed against yours.

"Is dancing with that a little scary or something?" Matt asked, his head dipping down slightly to speak into your ear.

"What?" You spoke softly, "No...no..."

"Then relax, darling," Matt spoke with a bit of playfulness to his voice.

His hand moved along your back gently. Matt could feel the goosebumps erupt across your skin and hear the slight falter in your breath. But slowly you began to relax and melt into his arms. Your head rested down on his chest as the two of you slowly moved together to the music.

Karen stood beside Foggy with a smile on her face as she watched the two of you. Foggy couldn't help the smile that tugged on his lips either. Watching the two of you around the office dance around the fact that you liked each other, but were too afraid to do anything about it.

"Do you think they'll finally get together?" Karen spoke leaning over towards Foggy

"Hopefully, cause I'm close to locking them in a room together till they start making out."

Across the room, Matt smirked as he heard his friend, but even as the music ended, Matt made no move on pulling away.

[catholicdaredevil]

This is a little (very) sad, but I love to make myself suffer so here we go. Matt x fiancefem!reader where she finds out that Matt slept with Elektra during they engagement, he doesn't know that she knows and even though he loves her and not Elektra, she can't help but feel sad and disappointed.

Do it only if you feel like it, don't feel pressured.

this is fucking sick and twisted but yes i'll write it theres some imagery and description of vomiting in this so theres a warning also big ole angst warning and idk how good i am at angst but this made me want to die!!!!!!!!!

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it's not hard to put the pieces together, he's surprisingly shitty at hiding them. wasn't hard to realize that elektra was back in town, matt falling into old routines of flaking on everyone with little to no explanation, ditching even you, his fiance. easy to notice the way he shifted his affections, distant and cold whenever you tried to ask him about what was going on.

he'd just mumble answers of 'its nothing' and 'i'm handling it isn't that enough'. and the sinking pit of your stomach grew with each day, each night that he never ended up coming home to your shared apartment. only even knowing he was alive by the way he'd show up late to court, thoroughly screwing over everyone and not just you.

things had been getting worse for weeks, to the point where you started sleeping at karens after an argument. all you'd asked was for him to let you in, to tell you literally anything about what was going on. it'd dissolved into tears and yelling, all of which on your side. matt stood stoically, no emotion in his voice or stance.

"i just don't know what to do karen, i love him more than anything in the entire god damn world but there's only so much i can do," you sighed, practically through the entire bottle of wine she'd opened by yourself. matt hadn't even tried to come see you, or talk to you, since you'd started staying apart.

"i don't know, i'm so sorry, i don't know what to say. me and foggy are trying to talk to him, to knock some sense into him it's just-- it's not working." it killed her to see you like this, to watch matt throw away every good thing he'd worked so hard for with seemingly no thought or hesitation.

"i think-- i think he's sleeping with her again karen."

finally voicing your worst fears twists the knife that's found it's home deep in your chest ever since this started. suddenly you feel sick, like the only way to escape all of this is by removing every thought of it from your head, that maybe if you could purge everything from your stomach that all of the hurt would go with it.

"i promised foggy i wouldn't say anything but i just can't-- can't just sit here and listen to you suffer the consequences of his actions quietly and keep it from you. he-- i'm so sorry, he did. foggy said to wait, give him the chance to tell you but he's not even-- not even talking to you and i just--" her words washed over you, frozen in your spot on her couch as you got to watch and feel your entire life fall apart before you.

you'd been together for years, lived together, gotten engaged. he'd told you that you were the love of his life, that he only wanted you for the rest of said life and now this? you were so quickly second best to elektra. all that hurt he'd promised he would never inflict on you, all the future's planned and cherished, just vanished.

"i-," you chewed on your words, aware of the way she studied you, "thank you i'm glad at least i know."

as if the universe decided that this wasn't enough, you weren't in enough pain to slip past the knock on karens door. a familiar rap of knuckles that had once brought you a giddy comfortable joy, now made you want to sob, want to clutch at your chest in search of the wound that would explain the pain you felt.

"i know you're in there, i can hear you please. please, i promise i was going to tell you. i was gonna tell you now, ask you to come home and tell you everything and apologize and please sweetheart trust me when i say that i never meant to hurt you. i never meant for it to happen, you don't understand, it's not-- not what you think."

he heard karen scoff at his words and both of them, her next to you and him on the other side of the door patiently waited your response. it was too much, all of this at once some sick fucking joke for you to finally get everything and lose it all in ten minutes. like sand falling through your fingers as you desperately tried to hold on to something that was already gone.

"go away matt."

[slutforkatebishop]

ok so I'm watching daredevil for the first time... foggy is so fruity, is he headcannoned as gay?

[nik-840]

Matt Murdock x Gender Neutral Reader

Description: Matt comforts you in a time of need. This just bit of fluff.

Word count : 341

“Are you alright you seem off lately?” You paused for a moment trying to come up with a believable lie. “You can talk to me.” Your brain stopped short. This was Matt, you didn't need to lie to him. He had never judged you before.

“I don't know, Matt. I feel like I'm losing my grip. Nothing has changed and yet I've been feeling like the controls aren't in my hands anymore. Like life is happening to me.” He's quite waiting to see if you had more to say. And when you open your mouth again but no words come out Matt pulls you into his lap. He kisses your forehead softly.

“Now I know better than to think I can make this feeling go away. But I want you to remember that you're not alone anymore. I care for you. You can lean on me and I won't judge. Just like I've leaned on you in the past.” You take in a deep breath and slump against his chest. You often needed the reminder that the people in your life were here for you. Matt understood that and was always more than willing to provide that reminder.

“Thank you, Matty. I am eternally grateful for you.” There was a pause as you just listened to his soft breathing. “Can I ask another favor?” He nods. “I know we had plans with Karen and Foggy tonight. But can we please stay in just tonight we can go tomorrow?”

“Of course, we can and we don't need to go tomorrow either if you don't want to. Ok?”

“Yeah ok.” He patted around the bed for his phone and called Foggy. He told him that you guys couldn't make it tonight. Matt knew that canceling plans for your own benefit was hard for you. So he made sure not to mention how you were feeling.

He kissed your forehead again after Foggy hung up. “Come on. I'm going to make you some lunch and then we can do whatever you want after that.”

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Hope you guys like this. I wrote it randomly in like 30 minutes so yeah. Also, there need to be more fics that aren't x fem readers. So I will be writing those. I am currently working on a longer fic that is Matt x gen reader x Frank Castle.

[jjks1ut]

m.a.s.t.e.r.l.i.s.t

MARVEL:

Moonknight(Marc/Steve/Jake)

quality time[smut]

Peter Parker

Doctor Stephen Strange

Matt Murdock

MORE COMING SOON...

[art-by-jas]

Hey I was wondering if Shroud the Devil was on hiatus. I am like a new reader and like Tumblr doesn’t show the dates people upload stuff so I thought I could just ask :) Im loving it so far

Hey!I'm glad you liked it so far. I'm in the middle of trying to write a criminal minds x svu fic at the moment. So for now it's on hiatus but I'll try to work on it writing another chapter one of my days off.

[murdocket]

Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Daredevil (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Matt Murdock/Original Female Character(s) Characters: Matt Murdock, Original Female Character(s), Franklin "Foggy" Nelson, Karen Page, Claire Temple, Nick Fury, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Explicit Language, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, My First Work in This Fandom, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Getting to Know Each Other, Anxiety, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Kidnapping, Drug Withdrawal, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Human Experimentation, My First AO3 Post, Some Characters Are Mentioned By Name Only Summary:

Marcia knows what she has to do, but will Matt convince her otherwise?

[kilyra]

What’s Cookin’

Matt Murdock (Daredevil) One-Shot from prompt list

A/N: I received a request from the sweet @fiction-is-the-new-reality with the following dialogue prompts: "What's cookin' good lookin'?" and "You're so adorable." 

Warnings: None - no spoilers, no bad language, just lots of cheese.

It had been another late night for Matt and you had been long asleep by the time he got home. The saving grace was that it was a late night at work on a new case that came across his and Foggy's desk earlier in the week. On those sorts of nights, you could sleep just fine.

Which meant you were up early and trying to be quiet as you made breakfast. You had waited before starting, knowing the noise would carry. But there was only so long you could wait before your growling stomach would wake up the whole apartment building instead.

As you guessed, it wasn't long before you heard Matt stumbling out of the bedroom. Looking over, you smirked at his wild hair and barely opened eyes. After a few shuffling steps into the living room, he stopped to rub his eyes. Letting out a long yawn, he ran his hands down the front of his bare stomach, skimming over the angry scars crossing his torso.

“Morning,” you said, not able to keep the amusement from your tone.

Your voice brought a sleepy smile to Matt's face as he lazily scratched over his scalp, making his hair wilder. “Morning,” he croaked.

Turning back to your pan, you spoke over your shoulder. “I'm sorry if I woke you. I know you guys were all burning the midnight oil last night.”

For someone who would often still roam the streets at night, using the element of surprise to get the drop on criminals, he seemed to lack all grace when he was first waking up. Not looking, you could hear where he was in the room. You listened as his footsteps came closer to you, easily navigating the edge of the kitchen counter. ��

He cleared his throat and his voice came out smoother. “No, it's fine. I needed to get up anyhow. We have plans today.”

“Not until tonight. Throw a pillow over your head and go back to sleep for a bit.”

Grunting, his hand slid around your waist as he stepped in and buried his face in the back of your neck. As his warm breath danced over your skin, goosebumps quickly spread along your arm, forcing a shiver down your back. Tilting your head towards him, you made a feeble attempt to move him from the nape of your neck, but he was solidly nestled against you.

“Not a chance,” he said as he propped his chin on your shoulder as though he were looking down at the stove. His eyes were unfocused and lazily scanned over the area. “So, what's cookin' good lookin'?”

“Oh, you didn't seriously just say that to me,” you said as you brought your elbow back to make firm contact with his stomach.

Laughing as he groaned, he loosened his hold on you and stepped back. “That was a little uncalled for.”

"No, it wasn't. Didn't you just hear yourself? And besides, you not only know exactly what I'm cooking, but you could probably tell me which markets I grabbed everything from."

After giving the eggs a light scramble, you turned off the stove and set the spatula down, turning just in time to see Matt leaning against the sink.

It was impossible to stop your eyes from roaming down his chest as you crossed your arms. Even only half awake, he was captivating. And he seemed to know it as a lopsided grin grew on his face while he kept his focus on you.

“I'm waiting,” you said, refusing to give him the high ground just because he somehow caught you staring.

Running his tongue over his lips, he laughed. “It's a good thing you're so adorable. Alright fine. The eggs, I'm going to say are from the corner store down the street but the peppers and onions are from our vegetable stand a few blocks away. And the sausage...”

Pausing, Matt took a deep inhale and frowned. His gaze drifted towards the fridge before turning back on you. “Is that the sausage from Theo Nelson's?”

Shaking your head you dropped your arms and took slow steps towards him. “Ok, the first two you could guess from habit.”

“But I didn't,” he said before you could finish your sentence.

Ignoring him, you continued. “But that last one is impressive. Yes, I stopped by Theo's. I was in the neighbourhood and his cuts are just amazing.”

His eyebrows drew together and he cocked his head when you brushed over his comment. But as you drew closer, his hands reached out for you, easily finding their way to your hips as he pulled you in. “It should all be impressive, you know. I didn't guess.”

Scoffing, you bit your lip as you watched his insulted expression. “Hmmm, maybe at one time but now? I think you might need to find new ways to impress me.”

As his eyebrows raised, his insulted expression disappeared, replaced by a knowing grin. Leaning into you, he moved his lips by your ear, lightly brushing your skin as he spoke.

“I think I can do that.”

[colorful-ren]

NIGHTS LIKE THIS

pairing : Matt Murdock x reader

prompt : “ ‘I called you because I can’t fall asleep.’ + 71. A gentle ‘I love you’ whispered after a soft kiss, followed immediately by a stronger kiss”

warnings : a lil bit angsty? Mostly fluff, though ; some swearing

a/n : hehe I love these prompts thank you for sending them in! I hope you enjoy this and please leave feedback if you’d like :) Also I wrote like half of this whilst being very sleep deprived so I apologize , it’s a short one and it’s kinda crappy I’m sorry sksks

K SO THE ENDING IS ASS IM SORRY

Reblog to support !

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The monotonous ring of your phone was the only sound that permeated through the small bedroom of your apartment. You sighed as another long ring ended and another began. With every passing one you knew you were just closer to receiving the voicemail messenger. God, you just wanted him to answer, to for once be home and not out stalking around in the night. You knew that the people on the streets of New York’s very own Hell’s Kitchen needed him. That he was making a difference and keeping people safe. But you needed him too. As selfish as it was, you wanted him with you for one night. To hold you and whisper sweet nothings until you fell asleep. To protect you for one night, instead of the city.

“Hey it’s Matt. I can’t get to the phone right now, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you.”

The filtered sound of Matt’s voice pulled you out of your whirlpool of thoughts. After a short pause, a long beep reverberated from the speaker of your phone, signaling that it was your turn to leave a message.

“Hey it’s me. I guess I’m just hoping that you’re home, but that’s probably not true. I called you because I can’t fall asleep... If you do happen to hear this.. come over? You have the key. Okay. Bye. Love you.” You frowned as you pressed the end call button. Foolishly, you’d let your hopes climb too high. Matt hadn’t let you down, you had. You should’ve never entertained yourself with the fantasy in the first place. Letting a sigh fall from your lips, you decided to haul yourself out of the cozy nest you had made out of your bed. A sharp hiss of air escaped you at the contact of cold wood to your bare feet. You shook your head, cursing. Where had you left those damn socks? In a frustrated flurry of movement, you began your search. Your head was shoved beneath a blanket, searching the sheets, when you heard the jiggle of the front door.

A seed of panic and paranoia bloomed along your spine. You pulled yourself from the blankets and flung yourself out of your bed all in one frenzied movement. This time you payed no mind to the contrast of heat between your skin and the ground. When you heard another jolt of the doorknob, you raced to the kitchen of your small apartment. You reached the knife block soon enough, grasping at the first one to reach your fingers. If there was anything you’d learned from dating the Devil of Hell’s kitchen, it was how to defend yourself. When the door finally swung open, however, your tense composure melted and you slid the knife back into its place.

“Shit, Matt. I thought someone was breaking in,” an exasperated sigh left your lips as you eyed the previously thought intruder. Matt just shrugged with a sly smile.

“Y’know, I am blind,” he jangled the keys with his fingers as he spoke, “it makes it a little harder to find the keyhole.” You only rolled your eyes at him before realizing that he couldn’t see you.

“Excuses, excuses Matthew,” you tutted. He responded in the form of a frown. You tried to ignore the way your heart seemed to contract as you gazed at his puppy-like features. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, his chocolate eyes peeked out from beneath red lenses, and his lips quirked downward ever so slightly. God damn he knew how to work at your heart. It wasn’t long before you gave in.

“Come here,” your voice only came out as a whisper, but Matt heard. He always did. And he was happy to oblige. He maneuvered his way to you, snaking strong arms around your waist once he had you in his grasp. You laid your head against his chest. The gentle beat of his heart beneath your ear was soothing, a reminder that he was actually here with you. You weren’t dreaming. “What are you doing here?” You titled your head to gaze up at him. He delivered a small smile and you couldn’t help but let your eyes trace along every small indent and crinkle the action had caused.

“You called,” his hand moved to stroke your cheek as he spoke, an endearing gesture. You could only melt into his embrace further in acknowledgement to his words. A warmth had begun to sprout within you. It started in your heart, blooming outwards with each stroke and caring touch that Matt left over your skin. You smiled contently, still disbelieving that he had actually come. You were overwhelmed with emotions, with love for your boyfriend. You could think of only one way to express these feelings. In a small and quick movement, your hand darted out to grasp Matt’s chin. Tilting it down, you connected your lips in a soft and tender kiss. After a moment, your lips twisted into a smile against Matt’s. He pulled away to angle his face towards you, a sign that he was listening. “Hmm?” he mumbled dreamily.

“I love you,” you disclosed, your words coming out in soft breaths against his lips. You watched as the corner of his mouth quirked before crashing back into your own. He took every opportunity to deepen the kiss, fueled by passion and yearning. Unlike this first kiss, this one was rough and desperate. Teeth and tongue collided as Matt and you tumbled back into your room. You only pulled away for breath once you had found yourself back in bed, Matt hovering gently above you.

“I think I could get used to nights like this,” Matt muttered in a low voice, a smirk playing at his lips.

“Just kiss me, Murdock.”

Matt didn’t argue.

[freshabogados]

good great gods wth

i am fucking shaking shivering whimpering spinning towards hell and heaven

PLEASE BE A KIND HEART AND GIVE US A PART 2 i want to know how they fuck eachother's brains out

Pillow Talk

Summary | Keeping business and pleasure separate is a basic rule of life, a task Matt thought would be quite easy and straightforward. Turns out, it's not. He wants you, more than he's ever wanted anyone. The only problem is you're roommates. And wet dreams are hard to keep secret when the walls are thin.

Relationship | Roommate!Matt Murdock x fem!reader

Warnings | 18+ MINORS DNI definitely crossing some kind of contractual boundary, wet dreams, breeding kink, pining, yearning, some angst, a forbidden fruit type of relationship, masturbation, accidental voyeurism, daddy kink, orgasm denial (self-inflicted), Matt's a horny fuck who desperately needs to get laid

My work is not to be reproduced, translated, or copied ANYWHERE that is not my account. If I find it, I’m coming for you. Plagiarism will not be taken lightly.

Matt didn't think much of it when he walked by you on his way to a mostly empty apartment. By the sweet smell of your perfume and the slightly off tempo sound of your heels, he presumed it was a walk of shame from his neighbour. James was his name. Or it might've been Jack. Either way, James Jack was notorious for soliciting noise complaints in the building. The pink slips piled up in his mailbox to the point of the super putting a crate by his door. As insufferable as he was, he always paid his bills on time.

He didn't think much of it when your footsteps halted as walked to his door. Matt doesn't think much these days unless it's about his practice, Kingpin, or Castle. Lock the door, put down the keys, take off the jacket, and get a drink. Matt unwinded from his day in the exact same sequence of steps without fail. The routine was welcome in the mess that was his life.

But the hesitant knock on his door as he poured a glass of whiskey was not routine. He could hear your shallow breaths as you waited for him on the other side. The way you nervously shifted your clothing made him chuckle a bit. If he was more of a sadist, he might just leave you out there a little bit longer. But the rapid pumping of your heart forced the catholic guilt out of him and he put the bottle down.

“Hi are you Matt?” Your voice was like nothing he’d heard before. It was a breath of fresh air to hear you speak. Maybe it the lightness in your tone, almost as if you never experienced a day of darkness, that charmed him.

“Depends on who’s asking. ” You chuckled at his wisecrack, your nerves easing up with the pressure take off a bit.

“I’m here about the roommate inquiry you posted. I’m y/n, but my friends call me Honey.”

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Although Foggy and Karen would disagree, Matt wasn’t particularly shallow. How would he know he was attracting beautiful women left and right? Even a world on fire, bursting with light, doesn’t make things crystal clear. That’s why Foggy was peeved upon finding out that Matt had a new roommate. A female roommate.

“Matthew, you’re such a slut!”

“Fog, that’s a little hostile don’t you think?” Matt adjusted the cuff links on his suit jacket with a sly grin on his face, knowing just how to push his partner’s buttons.

“Hostile? You haven’t seen hostile Murdock.” Foggy paced the length of the office, distress clear on his face. Matt enjoyed the even pacing of his footsteps, a calming sound amid the cacophony of the natural world. Then he stopped, his shoes squeaking ever so slightly on the tile floor.

Foggy walked with determination towards Matt, stopping at the foot of the desk.

“Do not fuck her.” Foggy waved a stern finger in Matt’s face, trying to make himself appear more seriously.

“I’ll have you know Nelson, I’m a very responsible man. I don’t mix business with pleasure.” Just barely a beat passed before Foggy burst out laughing.

“Up your ass Murdock. Even you can’t possibly believe that. Now go home. And don’t forget what I said.”

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Since meeting you, Matt has found himself to be quite enamored with life. You just being there made the long days much easier. The two of you had similar work schedules, so you’d come home around the same time and hang out together. It was routine for the two of you at this point.

But this situation wasn’t without its struggles. Matt and you often found yourselves in awkward situations, many of them due to his disability and your forgetfulness. There have been times where you asked him to "Take a look at something", only to remember he was blind and beg the earth to swallow you whole. Matt found it hilarious of course but you never felt more mortified than in those moments. Well there was that one time Matt came home earlier than expecting, which was definitely the worst of them all.

You hadn't really considered the thought of him being home early. In fact, Matt had said the quite opposite to you that morning.

“Fog and I are working on this big case, so I’ll be back pretty late. So don’t wait up ok?

You hadn’t heard the door open, too caught up in your own world to notice it over the sound of the shower head. All of your toys had died, so there you were reliving the past with a shower head between your thighs. Believing you were alone, you didn’t bother to keep quiet in the slightest.

So as Matt walked through your shared apartment’s door, he heard everything. From the way you whimpered at the change in water pressure to how you begged for release between a string of curses, not a single word was unheard.

You hadn’t expected to see Matt sitting at the dining table when you exited the bathroom. The shock almost made you drop the towel you were wearing.

“Jesus fucking Christ Murdock. Can you try not to give a girl a heart attack?” Your heart beat rapidly in your chest when it dawned on you that he was home, and panic began to flood through your bones.

“Sorry Honey, my bad,” he chuckled.

“Um��how long have you been here?”

“Only a few minutes.”

Of the many things Matt was, a shit liar was somewhere near the top of the list. To the untrained eye, he was actually quite good at it. But when you spend almost every waking hour with someone, their tells become annoyingly obvious. As much as you appreciated his attempt to spare your feelings, this moment was a parasite, planting itself at the back of your brain to reek havoc at a later time.

Matt had begun to avoid you lately, much to your dismay. It was gradual at first, so you hardly noticed. He began to take more hours at the office every now and then, ruining your evening hangouts until they only happened by coincidence. Tonight was one of those nights.

While you sat on the couch in your pajamas waiting with baited breath, Matt paced through his office for distraction. He couldn’t fall asleep, he mustn’t. But his desperation was utterly useless. Flashes burned through his memory, making it increasingly difficult to focus. The sound of your begging, the screaming of his name, it was all too much right now.

“Matthew you look super stressed out, I think you need to go home." Foggy was worried about his best friend, who has never looked this distressed in the time he's known him.

"No!" Matt's tone made both of the men jump in shock.

"Sorry Fog. I just...I can't right now. I've got big things at stake at the moment." Matt ran his hands through his hair, ruining the perfect style he does every morning. Fog had no idea what to do, especially considering Matt wasn't exactly partial to friend therapy sessions.

"Well...can it wait until you go home and get some rest?"

"That's actually the problem. It's at home." Foggy stared in confusion for a few seconds before the pieces began to click, at least what he thought were the correct pieces.

"Are you and y/n fighting? Because you know technically she's in your apartment. She's practically a squatter." Matt laughed a little at Foggy's response, his best friend mentioning his disdain for you with every opportunity he got. Foggy was sure you were lovely, but anyone that took up Matt's time had to answer to him if shit went south. And Foggy hates when things go south.

"No Fog, no. It's actually the opposite. We get along so well that it worries me how much I like her."

"Woah, is that Matt Murdock opening up? Someone call the police." Matt punched Foggy in the shoulder, nearly sending the man flying.

"Fog, I'm serious."

"Well so am I. That's big for you. I'm sure she's not leaving you any time in the foreseeable future, so don't be an asshole and go home. And don't fuck her."

Lately, Matt wasn't so sure of how much liked that rule.

~~~

By the time Matt arrived home, you had long ago stopped hoping for him to come home early. There you lay curled up on the couch, snacks and wine scattered along the coffee table in preparation for a movie night. Your sleeping figured burned bright in his eyes, making the guilt of disappointing you eat away at his flesh. He covered you with a blanket to keep you warm and gave you a forehead kiss goodnight, promising himself to do right by you soon.

Now came the hard part of the evening: trying not to fall asleep again. As he undressed, Matt tried to occupy his mind with literally anything but you. But it was irritatingly difficult. The unfurling of his tie reminded him of the way your fingers burned against his as you taught him different ways to perfect the knot. Untying his shoes reminded of the way you giggled at the metal tapping of his heels as though he were a tap dancer. He couldn’t escape you even if he tried. But he had to, it was making him hard and that was beyond appropriate.

Matt wasn’t as strong of a soldier as he thought himself to be. Fighting New York City’s scum for hours at night, just to wash off the blood and go to work a few hours after made him tired quite often. He didn’t even last ten minutes before dozing off. Matt’s unconscious mind was both a place of utter bliss and unwavering guilt as of late. There were a reason he could barely be around you for the past few weeks. Every night the dream was roughly the same, but sometimes even he was surprised.

“Matt, I need you.”

“I know baby, I know.”

Matt knew his way around a woman’s body, much more than any man you’ve encountered. You begged for him to do something, anything really.

He nibbled at your skin, planting fresh hickeys that would serve as reminders every time you got dressed for the day.

“Matty please.”

His hands burned against every part of your flesh, all except where you really needed him.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me Honey?”

Your affirmative response was cut off by the soft brush of his fingertips against your clit.

“You stop answering, I stop making you feel good. Alright?”

Your nails dug into his bicep for stability as you squirmed underneath him from the pleasure. His long slender fingers were soon replaced by his cock, nearly making you cum before anything really happened.

Words could barely form from your lips, too caught up in the way Matt made you feel. His whimpers as he praised you were music to your ears, confirming he was enjoying this as much as you were.

“You like when I fuck you like this? Isn’t that right Honey? You like when I treat you like the slut you are.”

All you could do moan in response, mumbling something along the lines of fuck yes. The second he hooked your knees over his shoulders, you saw stars.

“Honey, baby, wanna you cum for your daddy?”

Your cunt squeezed his cock like a vice, and Matt didn’t know how much longer he would last.

“Baby I need you to cum for me. Can you do that?” You said yes as well as you were able, tears streaming down your face. It didn’t take long before the two of you were orgasming together, Matt filling you up like his cum dumpster.

And then he woke up. Frantically, Matt listened for any kind of movement in the apartment. Upon hearing your steady beating heart and light snores, he let go of the breath he was holding. Perhaps the worst part of all of this was how often Matt had to do his laundry. Nearly every morning, he woke up to sticky thighs and sheets, a reminder of how terrible a roommate he was.

He didn’t mean to honestly. He never intended for any of this to happen. But the more he got to know you is the more attracted he became. That afternoon a few weeks ago was the final straw for him, even though he tried very hard to play it off. You didn’t know this, at least he hoped you didn’t, but he jerked off on the shower the second you left that night. It was at least 3 times if he were being completely truthful.

He tried his best to clean up and hide the evidence before you awoke. But blindness required him to rely mostly on faith. He managed to get to the bathroom just as you stirred, proving that for once God was on his side. Matt tried to get on with his morning routine without thinking about the tiny shorts you walked around in on the other side of the bathroom door. But asking someone not to think about a pink elephant sets up impossible expectations.

As quickly as he could, Matt left the apartment without making eye contact for even a second. He said it was some kind of “client emergency” but you knew better. Murdock was avoiding you full time now, almost like he was getting paid. It stung, it really did. The worst part is that you were sure it could be worked out if he just talked to you. But you knew as well as anyone who’s know Matt for really any amount of time that he wasn’t the heart-to-heart type. So, you swallowed your tears and searched for your Metrocard while waiting for the Keurig.

~~~

“Karen, is it just me or is Matt acting weird?” You heard some feedback on the other line as you walked through the wet city streets. It died as quickly as it came, your friend’s voice reaching your ears.

“Yeah…actually I’ve noticed it too.” You searched frantically for your keys as you walked, trying your best to keep your umbrella upright.

“Do you think it’s Daredevil stuff? Because we could help him with that.” Fear for his safety rose up your body, tasting like acid in the back of your throat.

“Nah I don’t think so. Tried to ask Foggy about it earlier but all he said was it’s ‘regular life stuff’, whatever that means.”

“That little fucker knows.” Karen laughed on the other side of the line. Every time you came home, you asked yourself why this building doesn’t have an elevator. And why the fuck did Matt choose the penthouse of all places.

“Of course he knows, they’re besties. Foggy would rather die than tell Matt’s secrets.” Ugh you hated their camaraderie. They were too good of friends right now and it inconvenienced you.

“Well, I finally made it back. I’ll figure out how we can get Fog to break and I’ll call you tomorrow. Okay?”

“Roger that. Goodnight Honey.”

“Night Karen.”

You were welcomed to an unusual silence when you unlocked your apartment door. Matt must be asleep. The only time it was ever this quiet was when he was asleep or absent. That man slept like the dead, it was scary to say the least. You dropped your keys and shoes by the door, heading to your room to unwind for the night.

After a quick shower, you got dressed and headed for the kitchen. The neurons in your brain fired rapidly to figure out what you could eat that would make the least amount of noise. But a sound coming from Matt’s room stopped you in your tracks. It was a moan.

Was he in pain?

“Matt? Are you okay?,” you whispered into the darkness. You heard no traces of rapid breathing, so you figured he was alright.

“Oh god.”

What the fuck? Matt doesn’t talk in his sleep. Like at all. You tried you best to ignore it, but then you heard your name.

“Honey…” It was something between a whisper and a moan.

What the hell is happening right now… you rush to his room, turning on the light to check on him.

A shift in his lower body caught your attention and suddenly everything clicked into place. He was dreaming…about you. That’s why he’s been acting weird.

“Honey, fuck. So good. Just like that.”

Matt’s hips ground into the mattress, his body searching for some kind of relief.

“Honey, I love when you fuck me like that. Wanna cum so bad baby.”

His voice was slightly muffled, but the word were clear enough to be interpreted. You’ve never heard him be so needy, it awoke something in you. Wetness pooled between your thighs and your pussy throbbed. This was so wrong, but you couldn’t look away.

“Such a good fucking girl. Cum for me, I know you want to.” Matt’s hips fucked the mattress like a man starved for pussy. It was so carnal. This was pure, raw need.

You stood at the door in awe, surprised he wanted you badly enough to have wet dreams. It was an innocent kind of desire, but one that was also highly depraved. The whimpers and gasps that left his lips while on the verge of orgasm made your heart flutter. Matt begged you to let him cum, mumbling about how good you felt wrapped around him.

“Wanna fuck a baby into you Honey. You want that cumslut?” A moan escaped your lips at his vulgar words, and fear made your cheeks heat up. He didn’t stir, much to your luck.

“Yes daddy, I want that.” The words left your mouth without so much as a thought, but the starving man before you seemed to enjoy it. You’ve never heard Matt curse this much in the entire time you’ve known him. And something about the divine breaking vows for you had heat stirring in your abdomen. The sacred turning profane was a wet dream in it of itself.

“Fuck. Oh God, yes.” By the desperation in his voice and the slowing of his hips, you could tell Matt was coming down from an orgasm. Logically, you knew this was your opportunity to leave unnoticed. But you were in a trance, much too enthralled to move a muscle.

It was only when Matt jolted awake and you locked eyes that you returned to Earth. His hair was a complete mess, his cheeks were flushed, and his thighs were sticky. You hated yourself for not having a camera in this moment.

“Honey… I-I can explain.”

The fear and guilt in his eyes from being caught almost turned you on more. It was sadistic, you knew that. You kicked the door closed, pulling your tank top over your head.

“Don’t explain, I don’t want it.”

[strangerquinns]

Better Alone

Based off this prompt: “it’s better if I'm alone.  I can’t hurt anyone if there’s no one close enough to get hit by the debris of my fuck up.”

Matt Murdock x female!reader

words: 1.5k+

themes: angst

warnings: mentions of violence, blood, language

You woke with a gasp as the sound of a loud bang disrupted the peaceful silence of your apartment. You could feel your heart beating wildly in your chest as you listened for another sound. Maybe it was the neighbors? But when another series of noises came from the main part of your apartment, you pushed back the covers and slowly moved towards the closet. 

You made sure to keep your footsteps as light as possible as you reached for the aluminum bat that was in your closet. After moving to Hell's Kitchen a few years ago, you learned quickly it was wise to have some sort of weapon close by. Even if you lived on the fifth floor you couldn't be too careful.

When you opened your door you poked your head out, looking down the dark hallway that lead towards the living room and kitchen. You heard a soft groan as you moved closer and closer. But when you walked out into your living room, there was nothing there, just your dark apartment. You looked around slowly and held tighter to your bat as you stepped a little further in.

But a deep and gruff voice speaking your name caused you to jump up and swing towards the source. But before it could make an impact on anyone, a hand reached up and stopped it. He was tucked into the shadows of your apartment, leaning onto the wall for support. His harsh and labored breaths filled the silence between the two of you with the faint sounds of the city in the distant background.

"Jesus Christ, Matt!" You screamed, letting out a breath of relief when you realized who was standing in front of you.

A deep groan came from him and even with the mask over his eyes, you knew he was sending you a disapproving look. Ever the good Catholic boy made a small appearance even in a tense moment. You fought back the urge to roll your eyes. Instead, you slowly moved the bat down from between the two of you and rested it against the wall beside Matt.

"You nearly gave me a heart attack!" You chided as you walked towards the lamp beside your couch and turned the knob twice before a soft yellow light filled the room.

Matt moved to stand a little taller against your wall dawned in his black "The Devil of Hells Kitchen" uniform. It no longer shocked you to see Matthew stabbed, battered, bloody, and bruised in front of you. It was becoming a sight you were all too familiar with, sadly.

"How did you even get in this time?" You continued to speak as you moved to grab your bag from the chair at your dining room table, along with the first aid kit from the closet.

"Balcony door," Matt answered, maneuvering around your living room before sitting down slowly onto your couch. "Really need to lock that up at night."

"Normally people aren't scaling the side of my apartment building," You quickly spoke.

Matt couldn't stop the soft laugh but winced slightly as pressure and pain started up on his side. His hand fisted tightly on the top of his thigh. He listened as you moved around your apartment and came back towards him. The scent of your lotion and body wash wafting over him. It always seemed to calm him and send this feeling through his body he tried so hard to suppress. He could also hear your heart rate pick up the moment you sat down beside him.

"Who was it this time?" You asked as you removed the black cloth wrapped around his eyes.  Matt couldn't help the soft sigh as he felt the familiar warmth of your hands on his face, gently cupping it, as you moved his head side to side. You took in the quick inventory of the cuts along his lips, cheek, and eyebrow.

"Know I can't answer that," Matt spoke as you grabbed a cotton pad, dabbed it with rubbing alcohol, before gently cleaning his face.

"I'm sure I'll see it in the paper tomorrow morning or something," You shrugged. Matt's lips turned up slightly from the tone of your voice. His glossy brown eyes moved unfocused as you leaned over him slightly. You didn't notice the harsh breath he held as he felt you move closer.

Matt could sense that if he leaned forward slightly he would be able to place a kiss along your neck.

The two of you sat in silence as you bandaged up the cuts and cleaned the blood. Matt could feel the emotions rolling off of you, but they were changing too quickly for him to catch them. You cleaned up the rest of your kit, but before you could move from the couch, Matt reached forward to grab your arm. Your head snapped back to look towards him, his gaze locked on where he thought your face would be. He could feel the goosebumps that erupted along your skin. Along with heart the slight increase of your heart rate.

"What's wrong?" Matt asked his tone even and calm. You debated to lie and say that it was nothing but knew that Matt would know you were lying.

So instead you moved to drop the items in your hand onto the table, before turning back towards Matt. His hand dropped away from your hand as you faced him, sitting in silence for a moment. The air between the two of you became more tense and suffocating. Matt felt his gut twist, knowing this was going to be something he didn't want to hear.

"...I don't know how long I can keep doing this, Matt." You whispered, but you knew he heard you. "The lying, the secrets...keeping this from Foggy."

You grimaced slightly and moved to rub your hands over your face. Foggy was the entire reason that you and Matt even knew each other. You and Matt weren't extremely close but enough to consider him a friend. Of course, like most woman that interacts with Matthew Murdock, you formed a crush on him. But you knew from talks with Foggy that Matt wasn't a relationship man - so you kept that crush to yourself. But the first time that he dropped into your apartment barely alive and bleeding all over your favorite rug...your relationship changed.

Matt reached his hand out to yours and grasped it tightly, it just made the tears you were fighting slowly fill your eyes and move down your cheeks.

"I-I can't tell him...please," Matt spoke softly, his chest feeling tight the moment he sense the salt in the air.

It wasn't even Matt's intention for you to ever find out about his nightly patrolling. But after one rough night he knew without any sort of help he was on the brink of death. You were the first person to come to his mind.

"For how long Matt? How long are you going to keep doing this? Because you're going to get killed, it's only a matter of when it's going to happen." You spoke harshly, but Matt knew it was coming from a place of care.

"I can't stop till this city is safe, especially from men like Fisk." Fisk's name was spat with venom as Matt spoke. "I'm sorry...for putting you through this, but I can't stop."

"I know." You pulled your brows together and sighed heavily, holding Matt's hands a little tighter. "A part of me understands why you do it, and supports it. But I can't help but be scared. I care for you, Matt...I can't help it."

Slowly Matt's hand moved up to cup your cheek gently, causing you to lean into his touch. You closed your eyes for a moment, before turning your head to kiss the center part of his palm. You hesitated for a moment before looking towards him. Slowly you started moving towards him, feeling the pull you always felt when around Matt.

"Y/N...w-we can't." He spoke before his lips would meet yours.

You frowned, "You might think of yourself as someone that is filled with some sort of evil." You paused to lick your lips. "The Devil, but Matt, I know for a fact that it's the opposite."

"Sound so confident," Matt spoke after a moment of silence

You smiled slightly and with his hand still against your face, he was able to feel it slowly turn your lips up. But Matt even knew that the smile didn't reach your eyes.

"It’s better if I'm alone. I can’t hurt anyone if there’s no one close enough to get hit by the debris of my fuck up."

A small noise came from you as you pulled away from Matt, dropping his hand back down between the two of you. You moved to gather the rest of the supplies that you'd dropped to the table to discard them. But also need a little distance from the man sitting on the couch. You set your hands on the counter and tried to take a few deep breaths to calm yourself.

But Matt fought back the urge to get up from the couch to comfort you. Because though he knew it was better for him to not get involved with anyone, he couldn't help how his heart called out to you and needed you close.

Because the moment Matt Murdock met you, he couldn't help but fall in love.

part two

[catholicdaredevil]

for fluff today, might i interest you all in "help i'm getting hit on at the bar, please pretend to be my fake boyfriend" with our lovely boy foggy nelson

words: 472

warnings: this ends weird ngl but other than that none

promptober masterlist!

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the moment he steps through the door of josie’s, it’s like a weight lifts off foggy’s shoulders. this bar has become such a home to him it offers more release than any other place to hold that title. josie herself fixes him with a flat glare, a marker of her continued affection for him, and places a bottle of beer down on the counter for him when he finally sits down. 

“just you?” she runs a rag around the outside of wet glasses, drying them slowly before stacking them back together to be used. foggy nods, rolling his eyes and tilting his head up to drink deeply from his bottle. josie hums a noise that could be approval, or annoyance, or any number of other things. 

it’s a somewhat busy night for the bar, people scattered around the pool tables and crowded at sections of the counter as they bow their heads and laugh loudly with each other. foggy’s focus is down on his hands as he spins the bottle on the countertop, eyeing the rings of condensation that decorate the beaten down, scratched up wood. 

off to his side foggy hears a laugh, forced and awkward in a way that’s too close to discomfort for it to be good. he turns and meets your eyes and in them gets a glance of the classic, get-me-out-of-this look. foggy doesn’t hesitate when he smiles and holds his hand out with a loud call. 

“hey!” he calls and you step into his space, leaning in for a hug until you can whisper your 

‘thanks’ in his ear. foggy motions for you to take the stool next to him, ignoring the man that still stands several feet away with a smile that melts more into a frown with every passing moment. 

“honey,” you press a small kiss to his cheek, “i almost didn’t see you here. how was your day at work, baby?”

the good thing about a law degree, is the ability for foggy to think on his feet and he reaches down to tug your stool closer to his. he brushes his thumb over your cheek, glancing out of the corner of his eye to see if you’re still being watched. “it was good, always better when i get to see you.”

you can hear the big sigh of the man who had previously been hitting on you, tracking his loud steps across the bar floor to find another victim. letting out the breath you had previously been holding, foggy pushes his beer across the counter to you in an offer. you take a long swig, crossing your legs over each other. 

you groan and pass the bottle back towards him, “thank you so much, he was fucking unbearable.” 

“happy to be of service, i’m actually best known for my fake boyfriend skills.”

[writings-of-a-hufflepuff]

Pretty Eyes

Fandom: Dardevil

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

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

Rating: M (One line of adult themes, rating M to be safe)

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, Matt is self-conscious about his eyes, there’s some angst, two idiots in love for two years without saying a damn thing, soft, yearning hours are here, Matt’s hand ends up round your throat again...oops, sweetheart used liberally by Matt

Summary: In the two years you’ve known Matthew Murdock you’ve never once seen his eyes. You start to wonder if he just doesn’t like you very much. Turns out it’s the exact opposite. 

Notes: Reader has no pronouns/body descriptions. 

You’ve known Matthew Murdock and Foggy Nelson for two whole years, having met them when they were still in law school and you were completing your own course, just trying to get by. You’d met when you’d all been the last people to leave the library one cold morning in January at four am. They’d insisted they walk you back to your place and from that moment on you’d been friends. It had been so easy to fall into their little duo at times, Foggy especially made it easy to feel included. 

Your relationship with Matt, however, has always been different. A sort of tension in the air whenever you were together, more prominent when you were alone. He was handsome, but what made him truly beautiful was the way he shined as a person. He had a magnetism to him that drew you in. That drew a lot of people in. Despite this, your relationship had always remained friendly, a barrier in place as Matt took different girls back to his dorm and you pretended you didn’t wish it was you instead. You’d always assumed that this barrier, this weird tension between the two of you was why you’d never seen Matt’s eyes. Even after two years, you only ever saw him with his glasses on, and you knew he took them off around others. Foggy had seen his eyes. You knew more recently that Karen had as well. It was this weird distance that made you doubt your friendship, let alone the possibility that one day Matt might return your feelings. 

Sometimes you wondered if that tension was something less sweet. Maybe you weren’t his friend after all, maybe Matthew didn’t feel comfortable enough around you, maybe he didn’t like you. Those were nasty thoughts though, ones that had very little basis in truth, in evidence. You did your best to brush them aside. To not let that little doubting voice convince you of something that was quite possibly all in your head.

You know Matt doesn’t dislike you, if he did...if he did he wouldn’t have invited you into his apartment after a night out at Josie’s and he wouldn’t have ordered you your favourite Thai food from down the street and he certainly wouldn’t have been sat so incredibly close to you on his couch, your thighs touching, his arm over the backrest, finger tips grazing your shoulder. He was so close you could smell his cologne and feel the warmth of his leg on your own. Your heart beating a mile a minute, like it always seemed to do when he was this close to you. 

Maybe it’s the warm lighting in Matt’s apartment, the deep yellow bulbs that are so dimly lit and that cast a soft glow onto everything or maybe it’s that one drink you had tonight, just an ounce of liquid courage, but you find yourself asking for one of the few things you’ve always wanted. One of the few things you’ve been most curious about your entire friendship.

“Let me see your eyes, Matt…” Your voice is soft, a whisper in his big apartment. You sound as though you’re smiling, he can almost imagine your eyes crinkling at the corners as you say it, his image of you so rock solid in his mind from years of your presence and fingertips against your skin. Matt has half a mind to say yes, but he can’t. He can’t live with the thought of hearing the disappointment in your voice, the way your heart would drop from that excited beat like a siren in his ears. He valued you so much and he’d built up an illusion of you, a belief that you might want him too, he didn’t want to find out that that wasn’t possible. To know you were disappointed like so many others, that he wasn’t what you imagined.

“You don’t want to see my eyes, sweetheart. Trust me.” He tries to play it off, a little laugh at the end, that pet name that has a tendency to distract you when it comes from him falling from his lips with ease. You love his voice all the time, whether it’s hard and logical in court or soft and gentle or bright and amused, but you especially love it when he calls you that. The deep gravel of his voice is like honey in your ears, sending a shiver down your spine.

“I’ve never seen them...Matt, why won’t you let me look into your eyes?” Two years is such a long time to never see someone’s eyes. To never know the softness around the corners of them when he smiles or the way light shines across them. If he’s being honest with himself he had expected you to ask to see his eyes sooner, years sooner. Two years was a very long time to hide part of yourself from anyone. It was a long time to be patient.

“I just like my glasses more. I look cooler with them, don’t you think, sweetheart?” He’s trying to avoid it and while you won’t force Matt to show you his eyes, something he knows acutely about you, you want to know why he won’t take those damn glasses off around you. You want to be sure it isn’t because he doesn’t trust you or like you enough. That it’s not because there’s something wrong with you and your relationship.

“Matthew…”

“Uh…” Matt looks away from you and even though he can’t see that look on your face,  he knows you’re probably scrunching up your eyebrows and pursing your lips. It takes him a surprising amount of time to gain the courage to answer your question, it’s scarier than any fight he’s ever been in. The possibility of opening himself up to your judgement and scrutiny scares him. ”People don’t...people don’t like my eyes. That...that’s why I wear these…I don’t...I don’t have pretty eyes like you want.”

Fuck, it strikes a cord within you. You, Foggy and Matt at a bar in the early days, barely a few weeks into knowing each other. Foggy had asked what you looked for in a guy and in a joke comment you said something about how you always had a thing for a guy with pretty eyes. That you’d probably end up marrying a guy with pretty eyes one day. Whatever pretty eyes really meant. Foggy had joked about his own eyes, how they were so bright and blue. You’d all laughed. It was stupid, an off hand comment because you always loved to stare into the eyes of men you were crushing on or dating, something always drew you there. But, fuck, it seems so bizarre for Matt to have fixed on that off hand comment for two whole years, through the end of college and through their intership, through the two of them starting their own law practice. It was a comment you hadn’t even thought about since. 

“How do you know?” Matt feels your hand on his cheek after a beat of silence, thumb stroking the skin just below his glasses, the very height of his cheekbone underneath your fingertips. You scoot yourself closer, legs overlapping his own, your scent, perfume mixing with shampoo and the Thai food you’ve eaten, washing over him. So overwhelming combined with the warmth of you that the question doesn’t land in his mind right, confused by a simple four letter sentence. 

“What?” His face tilts towards your own and he can feel the warmth of your breath across his face. Those dark glasses stare back at you, reflection obscuring the eyes behind and you are so close, so close to seeing the man behind them that you feel almost desperate. 

“How do you know that you don’t have pretty eyes? Like I want in a man.” Your fingers strong across his cheekbones, a steady rhythm and your presence is both reassuring and painful. So close, so present, close enough to feel your future disappointment.

“...People tend to get...uncomfortable when I take them off, not sure that would happen if they were pretty, sweetheart.” How many people had Matt felt stiffen across from him when he finally removed his glasses to look at them? How many people had made off hand comments, in the Orphanage and later on, about how odd his gaze was? How they wished he wouldn’t look at them because it made them uncomfortable? How many women had backed out of a second date after he removed his glasses to try to connect with them without a barrier in the way? He knew his gaze was unfocused, he couldn’t truly look at someone and...and he knew that people didn’t tend to react well to him. With most people he just didn’t care what they thought, but you? Fuck, he just wanted you to find him handsome, he never wanted to make you uncomfortable...and the thought of showing you his eyes had anxiety seizing his heart in his chest ever since he’d met you. So worried that that little sliver of hope would be crushed in its infancy. That sliver of hope that maybe your fast heartbeat around him showed your interest, that the warmth that radiated off your skin was because of him. So terrified that whatever feelings you might have for him would be crushed the moment he took those glasses off. They were his last barrier, the last defence that his heart had against being broken by you. 

“Matt…it’s me. I’ve known you for two years and…” He can feel the way your breath stops, stuck in your throat for a moment while you consider your words. The way you try to scoot closer as if that’s even possible, trying to reassure him with your presence. “You’ve always been…one of the prettiest men I know. I doubt any part of you isn’t pretty, Mattie.”

“Sweetheart…”

“You don’t have to…I'm…I'm not going to force you to, but I…I wish you would trust me not to push you away.” You start to rise, untangling your legs from his and standing just in front of him before Matt reaches out with both hands to find your hips and pull you back to him gently. You’re practically sitting in his lap this time, his arms wrapping around your hips to anchor you to him. It’s the closest you’ve ever been to him in the two years you’ve known him, that distance not just metaphorical but physical. A barrier he has always put in place. A barrier he’s only now willing to risk pulling down. 

Matt’s tongue brushes across his bottom lip, quick, subtle, but a motion you’ve seen so many times, a habit of his that always catches your eye time and time again. There are very few things about Matthew Murdock that don’t capture your attention.

You hold your breath, he can hear it, how you stop breathing, your heart seeming to still for those few moments when his hands reach for his glasses. The way your entire body seems to freeze like someone has pressed pause on a stereo.  

You reach for his hands, fingertips grazing across the back of his fingers, holding them in place. You’re stopping his fingers from curling around the edges of his glasses and sliding them off. “You..you don’t have to, Mattie…I…” You don’t want him to do it to appease you, don’t want the pressure from you to force him to do something he doesn’t want to. No matter how curious you might be. You’ve waited two years and if you need to you can wait even longer.

“I want to.” You pull your hands back then, they’re shaking. Matt can hear the tremble in your breath, the way your legs bounce in his lap, jittery and anxious, matching the fast pace of your heart. You’ve gone from still and quiet to quaking, shivering with a nervous energy that you can’t seem to expend. 

It’s bizarre you think, how something so mundane, so normal, as seeing someone’s eyes can feel so intimate and nerve-wrecking at the same time. Time feels slow as you sit in Matt’s lap and watch as he glides his glasses off of his features, his eyes closed beneath them, eyelids fluttering as he swallows harshly around a lump in his throat. 

For a moment he feels as if he’s lost his ability to hear, a rumbling din in his ears from the nervous rush of blood to his head at the thought of opening his eyes for the first time and you seeing him without the barrier of his lenses. And then he opens his eyes and for the first time you see him as he is without a wall between you. 

“Jesus Christ…”

“Language.” He gives that half-smile of his, the one he always has whenever you blaspheme and he corrects you. A sort of humorous admonishment even as he admits that he is a terrible Catholic time and time again. His smile is also part relief at the realisation that your heart hasn’t dropped, that you’ve not pulled away from him yet. If anything your heart seems to pick up the pace, beating rapidly as warmth fills your skin. It’s hard for him to truly accept, but you’re not disappointed. You’re not unhappy to meet his unfocused gaze, eyes that can’t truly see you. 

“Sorry, I…it’s just…You’re beautiful, Matt. Your eyes are beautiful.” Your voice is breathy and quiet, you don’t understand how anyone could think anything differently. It’s true that Matt's deep brown eyes do not focus on you the way your own focus back on him, but, God, his eyes are beautiful. 

They’re so wide and bright, there’s a shine to them, a sort of gleam in the warm light that feels almost magical. The crinkles around the corners of his eyes are there even when he’s not smiling widely and you know they must be something special when he smiles. Instead Matt turns his face away from you at your compliments, cheeks red with warmth.

“You…you don’t think they’re weird?” You cup his cheeks between your hands at his question, drawing him closer and pressing your forehead to his own. Your noses knock gently, a playful press against each other. It’s as if with that last visual barrier gone those boundaries you two had so carefully curated began to fall. The two years of dancing around each other, playful and flirtatious at times yet distant, unable to make any leaps to cross the gap, seem to fall away. Suddenly, you are not two friends who refuse to admit otherwise, but two people who want each other more than anything else. 

“Why would I ever think your eyes are weird, Mattie? You’ve…you’ve always been beautiful and I’m sorry, that…I’m sorry that anyone has ever made you doubt that.” You can’t imagine doubting something so fundamental about yourself, something you can’t even see. How are you supposed to reassure yourself, to self-soothe when people respond like that to you and you have no means of checking for yourself? You don’t understand it. There’s nothing about Matt that you find off putting, he’s utterly charming to you. You’ve never felt happier than being allowed to see his eyes, the way they crinkle, the shine to them, the softness of his blinks. Seeing someone’s eyes is so mundane, so typical and so easy to to take for granted. You hope desperately it’s not the last time that you see them.

“You were always the one person I didn’t want to scare away.” Matt slides his hands over your shoulder blades, one cups the side of your neck, thumb pressing just below your jaw, while the other twists into your hair securely at the back of your skull. Like everything tonight Matt is gentle with those touches, they are firm enough to be present but oh so careful with you, like you might just disappear if he makes a sudden movement. He can hear your heart beating rapidly against your rib cage, can feel your pulse fast beneath his finger tips, blood rushing through your veins like water through a drain pipe in a storm.

“I could never be scared of you…” You take a deep shuddering breath that seems to shake your very bones, as your back straightens and you steel yourself for the words you’re about to say. You lean back just a little, enough to look Matt in the eyes even as his own stare slightly off from yours. You watch his tongue flick out again, a nervous press across his lips. 

“I love you, Matthew Murdock…I’ve loved you since you walked me home that night in college…and I was so worried….”

“Worried?” Matt can easily hear the shake your voice as your arms slide around the back of his neck and hold him close. His brow furrows, a frown deepening the wrinkles across his forehead and the crinkles beneath his eyes. 

“Worried that…that the reason you’d never take the glasses off was because you…because you didn’t really like me or trust me at all. I was…” All those doubts feel distant now, silly, because here you are sat on Matthew’s lap while his thumb caresses your neck. Here you are having confessed how much you love him while his face softens and falls into a gentle sort of look.

“The reason I never took them off was because I was worried that the one person I really loved would be disappointed and turn away.” It’s a pivotal moment, a breath of relief at the understanding between you both. That you love him, that he loves you, and that this entire time you’ve both been absolutely dimwitted about the entire thing. 

You can’t help but laugh, it’s a tearfilled one, choked. “We’re both idiots aren’t we?” You shift in his lap, arms pulling him closer, and hands running over his shoulders as if to reassure yourself that this is real. This isn’t one of those daydreams where you imagine the perfect scenario in which your love is returned. This is real life and Matt is so solid and real beneath you.

“Yeah…yeah, sweetheart, probably me more than you.” 

“Oh no you don’t, Mattie. I think we should have equal blame in this department. It’s only fair, considering we both wasted so much time.” God, two years, it’s a long time to not say a word about feelings. A long time for them to grow deeper and more meaningful, a long time to feel is wasted. 

“Maybe we should make up for lost time.” The smirk that tugs at Matt’s lip disappears the moment he kisses you, that hand on your throat tightening just so as he feels your pulse beneath his fingers. 

It’s like a hummingbird, fast and gentle, spurred on by the nervous butterflies of love and lust combined into one heedy intimate moment. His stubble scraps across your skin and rather than an irritation it is a delight to feel grounded by it as his lips open against your own and his tongue meets yours. Matt kisses with a gentle sort of passion, it’s fiery and covetous but oh so soft that there is no doubting that his feelings are truly genuine. He loves you. This isn’t some quick fling, a fuck after a night out, this is something much more permanent and life altering. 

As you tug at the hair at the nape of his neck you think of how truly lucky you are and how truly stupid some people must have been to not see how pretty his eyes were. Afterall, you were an expert on pretty eyes and he had the prettiest you’d ever seen. 

[depressedbutartsy]

This is so cute ❤

For the soft and sweet sentence starter prompts, could I get ❛ wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look. ❜ with Matt 😉

Title: Tongue Tied & Bright Eyed

Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

A/N: Lawyer dividers by @/firefly-graphics. I know using a gif instead of a moodboard is very off-brand but I hated the moodboard I made sooo. The usage of & as-well-as 'and' is intentional!

Word Count: 930

Warnings: Matt cries a little but it's okay, mentions of Matt convincing himself he was the worse when he was twelve, Matt being emotional & overwhelmed by you showering him in love & praise

Prompt: "Wow I really can’t speak, huh? Must be because of how pretty you look." | Prompt list

Other notes: Please reblog my work if you enjoy it (if you have the time to like my content you also have the time to reblog it <3)!!

You’ve been staring at him for the last thirty minutes as he rambled about getting new desks for the office, Foggy’s failure of a pie–but Matt ate it anyway because he doesn’t want to hurt Fog’s feelings and Karen’s run-in with a nice old lady who wouldn’t let her escape for forty minutes so she was late for work. He’s not working on any cases, at least not right now, and he doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to go patrolling all over Hell’s Kitchen so you’re just basking in him, in his voice, in the way he sounds so low as if trying to not deafen himself with his own vocals. His features are lax as he speaks, his unfocused brown eyes gazing at you–without really gazing at all–as his head tilts to the side, he must’ve noticed that you stopped listening to him after a while. The very thought made a silly little grin etch into his face as he spoke “Distracted are we?”

“N–no–I was um–uhm..” he arched a brow that portrayed so much sass you wanted to smack him “I mean–uhm–wow I really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look when you’re rambling–” it’s rare, but not impossible, for you to catch Matt so off-guard he chokes on air but by golly you did it. He blinked as if blinking would help his very stunned case, & lifted his head up before cocking it to the side again, unable to open his mouth the entire time. He’s so stunned he can’t even focus on the sound of your heartbeat or the way your giggle bubbles from your chest or-

“Earth to Matthew Murdock~” you sing as you pat his head like he’s a mic you're trying to test for sound “--did I break you?” you arched a brow before holding back a laugh when Matt only nodded. Maybe you broke him a little bit because he doesn’t take compliments very well or maybe he’s just tired–who knows!

“You think I’m pretty?” his words whispered out like a confused prayer as we tried searching his brain for a reason as to why you’d say something like that so–so effortlessly. The pair of you are still having the long conversations that involve you reminding Matt why you’re staying & him half crying & uncertain of the future because–y’know–guilt and all that.

“I think you’re very pretty, Matty.” you hummed at his still very dumbfounded expression “I’m not dating you just because you’re pretty–though that does help–I would’ve dated you regardless-” shifting you cracked your knuckles & leaned a little closer to the brunette’s face “--I love the way you speak low enough to be soft-spoken but loud enough to be heard as if you’re trying to keep from being too loud for your own ears. I love how you smile when your loved ones talk to you or when someone remembers how you like your coffee. I love how you tilt your head to listen closely when people speak, it’s your way of showing that you’re truly listening since making eye contact is awkward. I love how you hold onto my elbow or my hand when I’m guiding you around even though you don’t always need my help but I give it to you anyway.” you shifted until you were laying on the bed before gently coaxing Matt to nestle between your thighs with his head on your chest. Running a hand through his hair you continued with your novel of affirmations “I love how you are so willing to help others & how you give love and sometimes accept love. I love how your cheeks flush when anyone says something nice to you & the little laugh you do when you’re nervous or shy. I love how fiercely you protect Foggy & Karen & I love them for not giving up on you even when you desperately wanted them to. I love your Brown eyes & your brunette hair, your dimples with you simple, the way your eyes crinkle when you grin–” you heard a sniffle come from him as you listened to you ramble on more things you love about him. One of his arms came to hug you a little closer as he leaned into your comforting touch without saying a word.

He’s crying, a little, but it’s nothing bad just overwhelming. He’s still getting used to the whole being loved & wanted by everyone around him because he convinced himself he was a mistake when he was twelve & he has only recently started trying to reset that thought process. Reaching up he wiped his eyes & cleared his through with the cough you do when you’re trying to hide the fact that you’re crying & super emotional. After all his lawyer schooling (training?) you’d think he’d be a better liar but he lies about as well as a penguin flies.

Lifting his head he turned to his chin was press comfortably to your chest a small little pout on his features. You cooed at him tenderly before using your thumbs to remove any tear residue “I mean every word of it, Matthew. I hope you know that.” “I do,” he mumbled bashfully before moving up a small bit to press his lips to yours. You’ll take this as his way of accepting the compliments as your arms wrap around him & his face nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Neither of you is tired but the closeness is needed & the calmness of your heartbeat is the confirmation Matt needs that you aren’t lying and that he–maybe–is not so bad after all.