#father matt murdock

[ophelia-loves-desdemona]

This is the first time I've ever posted something hear but I do kinda need help I'm currently writing a Daredevil fanFic and I need help for a Faceclaim of my character I give you infos about her down below 🥰

- she is Matt and Elektras Daughter

- she is in her teens (so preferably a actress that fits that age)

- has dark hair eye colour doesn't matter

-would be amazing if she looks similar to at least one of her parents maybe even her Grandpa

Thank you guys have a great day 🥰

[sugashook]

doodle

[llmsos]

Sam and Matt

[a-certain-serpent]

[shiorimakibawrites]

Congratulations on your 300 followers dear, you're awesome and you deserve this! 🥳❤️❤️❤️

I'll start with Inside The Mind: what headcanons do you have for girl father!Matt? I would reeeally love to know what you think about it!

Have an awesome day my love! 🥰❤️❤️❤️

Thank you, Yuna! 😉

Thank you for the request and here are my headcanons:

Girl father! Matt Murdock

When asked before the birth, Matt said that all he wanted was a healthy baby. He had a few idle thoughts about what it might be like to have a son or a daughter. But for the most part, being healthy was his own real concern.

He really didn’t understand those fathers who were disappointed by having a girl. From the moment she was placed in his arms, this little person was the sweetest, most beautiful person in the entire world. How could anyone not love her?

As you may have gathered from that statement, his daughter had Matt wrapped around her little finger from day one.

Not in letting her get away with anything kind of way but in that he will cheerfully indulge her desire to give him a make-over, braid his hair, drink pretend-tea out of tiny teacups, solemnly evict the monster under the bed, etc.

Thinks his heart is going to melt out of his chest when his daughter expresses a desire to learn how to “read with her hands, just like Daddy.”

Matt is fiercely protective of her, willing and ready to use every single tool at his disposal to keep her safe - the law, his fists, the works.

Agonizes over the things that he can’t protect her from. Like the terrible things she hears if she inherited his senses or any of the other pains from his senses (he wouldn’t wish the migraines on anyone, let alone his own child).

Education is important to him. The kid doesn’t need to get perfect grades but he does expect good ones. Struggling with a subject is okay, as long as she is doing her best and he’ll help find tutors or whatever else she needs to pass.

Better understands his own father and his fears upon witnessing his daughter’s fierce temper and need for justice, knowing both how powerful and dangerous that fire can be. Seeks to temper it, channel it into safer waters like law or medicine. Fears that he will fail.

Regardless, he does train her and prays that at best it will simply be good exercise and at worst, defense is all she ever has to use it for.

When boyfriends (or girlfriends) start wandering by, Matt makes sure they know that if they mistreat his daughter, he will be unhappy. And that he’s rather unpleasant when he’s unhappy. Then he smiles and he knows it’s not a nice smile. Because this isn’t Matt Murdock, Attorney at Law speaking, this is the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen (Peter says that being old enough to have a teenage daughter has not made Matt any less terrifying when he wants to be).

Considers his threats more subtle than Frank’s (who made a point of cleaning his guns or sharpening his knives whenever someone came calling after his daughter). Others dispute this.

That being said, he will 100% cry at the wedding.

[evilhorse]

You have a gift with children, Matteo.

(Daredevil Volume 8 #1)

[marvellousgifs]

Matt Murdock in THE DEFENDERS (2017) | 1.01 - The H Word

Uh, bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It's been... uh, three days since my last confession. I lied to someone. Someone I love. She asked me if I, uh, miss the life. The other life that I led. And I told her I didn't. Acknowledging a lie is often the best path to finding the truth, son. A lie this this one is often a sign of indecision. A sign that your mind and your soul are not yet aligned. Well, I'm trying very hard to ignore my soul. "The Lord sees not as man sees. Man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart." If you could elaborate, Father. Ignoring doesn't change anything, Matthew. God knows your heart. Let him in so he can help. Even if that heart is damaged? Especially if it's damaged. Matthew, I want to talk frankly. Please. This other life you led... is your heart still with it or is your heart with the one who walked through it by your side? Elektra. Yeah. I do miss her. But I know that the things she brought out of me were wrong. From what you've told me about her, I think she'd be happy about how well you're doing. Maybe. Or maybe she'd tell me I'm abandoning that life. And with it, her memory. You're not abandoning Elektra. You don't have it in you. What you're doing, we call that moving on. Purgatory is a place for the dead, Matthew, not the living. There's nothing wrong with letting people go. She'll find her peace. I pray you find yours as well.

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

but daddy, i love him - m. murdock

a/n: hey guys it has been a month since i posted a fic but. i wanted to write this blurb and see what i could do. remember folks-- you can't choose your dad but you can choose your daddy. happy fathers day. warnings: cursing, mentions of readers father being awful, cheating at poker, a suggestive ending, mommy and daddy kink (not in a conventional way) word count: 1.3k summary: your matthew finally comes up with a way to get back at your dad. pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader now playing: but daddy, i love him - taylor swift "screaming 'but daddy, i love him'/i'm having his baby/no i'm not/but you should see your faces'

He listens to your anxious heartbeat all the way to your dad’s house. He knows you’re nervous. He knows you can’t help it. It’s years of manipulation and trauma built up, but this year, he tells you, is different.

You started dating Matt just after Father’s Day last year—So he does not understand the horrors associated with it. Sure, he’s met your dad a few times. Christmas, once or twice throughout the year..

And while your dad loves Matt, because he puts on a smile and a charming laugh, Matt hates your dad. He cannot fucking stand him, mostly because he spends most of the year comforting you after your dad pulls something.

So when you told Matt about the yearly poker match that he hosts on Father’s Day, your lovely Daredevil boyfriend decided that the only thing he wanted for the holiday was to see you happy.

The plan was easy.

He would listen to the other players’ cues, and tap your hand once to bet, twice to call, three times to raise. Then, from there, he’d read the nerves of your opponents and write the initial of whatever he thought was best to do from there.

And it’s not like you let your father win, either. You and your siblings do your best to beat him, but every year, he manages to find a way to win. You suspect he’s cheating.

But as you pull into the driveway, Matt’s head tilts.

“Baby,” he starts, his tone dripping with affection, “You need to relax, or else you’ll never be able to win,” he tells you, “Your dads gonna be able to read you like a book.”

You sighed, taking a deep breath. You manage a soft smile before nodding.

“You’re right. Ready to go in?” You ask, and Matt’s hand finds yours. He brings your hand up to his lips and presses a kiss to the back of it.

“I am.” He hums.

• • •

As your dad deals out the cards, Matt finds himself sitting right next to you, his hand resting on your thigh. He’s usually affectionate, so no one bats an eye.

He looks at your Matthew, before asking,

“You playin’, Matt?”

Matt smirks and takes a sip of his beer. He’s not only playing, but he’s already won. Sure, a poker face is hard to maintain, but a nervous heartbeat is impossible to hide from Matt. Not only that, but the nervous sweat, or small bouncing of a leg or a finger that you might think was hidden. Matt could read easily.

Of course, Only you and him know that. And sure, it’s pretty much cheating, but you have been losing to your dad in poker and have listened to him brag about it for years on end, since you aren’t playing for money, only bragging rights.

Besides, your dad is a piece of shit and has done nothing but manipulate and torment you, driving you crazy, for as long as you can remember.

So, fuck ‘em.

“Somehow,” Matt replies after a moment, “I don’t think I’d have much fun with cards.” He tells him, and you and your siblings, as well as an uncle or two and your grandfather, laugh. Your dad’s face hardens as if he’s been one-upped.

You play cards for a while—Going on three hours by the time it gets down to just you and your dad. Your brother was the first one out, then went your sister and uncle, then your other uncle and grandfather. You stand face to face with the beast. And you’re so close to winning.

Matt listens as he deals the cards. When he glanced to the card, Matt takes a moment to listen. He tells you to raise with his finger, and you do. Your dad scoffs.

“That’s a dumb move.”

“Why?” Matt answers you. “Scared to be beat by your own kid?” he asks, and his voice is teasing, but when you listen to his voice for a second, you can hear the snark, the venom laced within. The devil has come out to play.

And he is insistent on you winning.

Your dad scoffs, shaking his head.

“This one? Not one bit.” He hums, placing his cards down, what you recognize to be a tell of his bluff. You don’t need Matt to tell you to go in for it, because you realize you know this game, and you know this man. He is so close to winning that he thinks if he can convince you that he has a good hand, you will probably believe it.

So, you go all in.

And Matt just leans back, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as his smile grows. The other players that are out of the game stare at you like you’ve just thrown the whole game away. But Matt begins to hear your Dad’s heart stutter.

But you study his face, and you have to give it to the man, despite the fact that you’d never ever give him credit, he has an incredible poker face. Luckily, not only do you have a boyfriend who helps you win, you also learned a long time ago that your father is gifted in lying.

He is also incredibly egotistical, so he goes all in too.

So, when it’s time to reveal cards, your dad smirks.

“Flush.” He tells you.

A thick silence fills the air, before you turn over your cards.

“Four of a kind.” You smirk, and your father’s face drops. Matt and your siblings start clapping as you start laughing, and everyone in your dad’s backyard quickly learns that there is a new Father’s Day poker champion.

You grin as you lean over to Matt, kissing his cheek.

“My lucky charm.” You say, scrunching your nose at him.

He sends you a wink back.

• • •

You ride the high of beating your dad all night, giggling softly as you stumble out back to the car. He holds your hand as you lean on him.

“I cannot believe we fucking did that,” You tell him. “That was amazing!” You grin, and he laughs.

“You’re amazing! You went all in and I didn’t even have to tell you!” He grins. You sigh, leaning back against your car. Matt’s arms wrap around your waist. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, and you hum happily.

“Happy Father’s Day,” You whisper as you kiss repeatedly, the passion between you growing. His arms move from around your waist, to moving his hands up and down your sides.

“Mmm..” is all he hums back.

“How can I say thank you for today?” You ask him, and he pushes his body against yours.

“Maybe you could give me something to celebrate next year..” He says softly. You smirk.

“You want me to make you a daddy?” You ask, and he groans against your skin.

“Mm, Maybe.” He says quietly, leaning in to kiss your ear. “What do you think, Mommy? Wanna go home and continue to feel good?” He questions, biting the skin right below your ear.

“As long as you keep kissing me like that, daddy.” You smirk, leaning in to kiss him again before biting his lip, tugging on it a bit.

“Now that’s something I can do. Easily.” He smirks. His lips come down to start kissing your neck, leaving little kisses and bites on your neck. “You’re gonna make such a pretty mommy..” He tells you, his hands squeezing your thighs. He thinks he might go crazy if he doesn’t get a hold of you, a better taste.

His mind runs wild with thoughts of all the things he could do to you. You cannot stop thinking about making him a father, about him filling you up.

You love the holidays.

[angelgalchicha]

Day Four of DDDrawcember, Fogwell Boxing Gym

I AM NOT NORMAL ABOUT THIS AU AND I WILL NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT IT AHHHHHHHHH anyway for anyone wanting to read it you can find @udekai ‘s works here hehe

[daresplaining]

Matt (caption): "The window in front of Fogwell's means nothing to me. I'm blind. The man on the other side means everything. A father can be the world to his son. Even a world he tells me to avoid. 'You can be more than just another Hell's Kitchen brawler, Matt!' But...I'm so alone in the dark. So...I let these new senses in. A wild rush. Dangerous. And worth the risk. Gym-sweat acid-- choking nose and throat. Gloves smash-- thunder in my ears. Creepy-crawlies over my skin in my head--like I can feel where he's at. A time to learn. A chance to...be close."

Daredevil: Black Armor #4 by D.G. Chichester, Netho Diaz, Andrew Dalhouse, JP Mayer, and Clayton Cowles

[a-really-good-lawyer-abandoned]

Hang in there Paul

[chvoswxtch]

every time I rewatch season three of daredevil i’m reminded what a bitchy little gremlin matty is

and why I relate to him so hard

[llmsos]

Fanart of this awesome fic that made me want to rip my hair out by @faacethefacts

[lautstaerkeriegler]

random thought that has me in a chokehold: Father Mulcahy meets Matt Murdock/Daredevil and they have a lengthy conversation

[kutpot]

How about Matt and Foggy adopt Peter as he would be another member of the Murdock Nelson family

“And that’s how I met your father”

“Oh, not the avocados story again”

[evilhorse]

Of course I remember you!

(Daredevil Volume 8 #5)