#matt murderdock x female reader

[allllium]

Pinky Promise

~ This definitely ended up longer than I meant it to be but no regrets, Matt is so adorable in this.

~ Fluff, Angst but not really? More like play fighting. Reader is referred to as Matt's girlfriend but other than that gender neutral. WC: 1,939

~ Matt tells you he's Daredevil

  You have been filled with anxiety all day after a text from Matt. This morning he asked you to come to his apartment as soon as you could after work. He wouldn't say anything else about it, just that it was very important. 

  Matt has a habit of not believing he deserves good things. Throughout your relationship, you have done everything in your power to prove him wrong. But still, when he says he needs to talk to you, about something really important, your mind falls to the worst-case scenario. 

  “Matty, I'm here.” You announce as you walk into your boyfriend's apartment. 

  “Oh hey, sweetheart.” He greets you at the door, as he always does. He is the perfect gentleman. 

  “Hi.” You let out, trying not to let your anxiety be too obvious. “What did you want to talk about?” 

  He opens his mouth to say something before immediately shutting it again. “I ordered some food. It should be here anytime.” 

  “Is there a reason you're trying to change the subject?” He grabs your hands and leads you over to the couch. Sitting down, he pulls you down onto his lap. 

  “No, I'm just letting you know. I know how you get about your food.” 

  “Mhm. And is that the only reason?” 

  “I have to tell you something.” Oh no. You know what this is about. This day had to come eventually.

  “Okay, what is it?” You let out a soft sigh. It wasn't hard to figure out once you got together.

  “I don't want you to be mad at me.” 

  “Matt I won't get mad, I promise.” 

  “How do you know?” His eyes show you how worried he is. 

  “Because I love you.” You grab his hand and lean into him more. “And unless you're about to tell me that you cheated, I won't be mad.” 

  “What! I would never!” 

  “I know, baby. It was just an example.” You almost laugh at the surprised expression that covers his face. 

  “Well, you know how I became blind.” He begins.

  You were right, he's about to tell you he's Daredevil. Yes, you already know. For two reasons. One, a blind man can't do everything he does, the way he caught you when you fell on one of your dates, or the way he knows where things are without being told. Two, Foggy. He didn't mean to tell you but you had your suspicions and you may have tricked Foggy into secretly confirming for you.

  Foggy has no idea what he said allowed you to know the truth and you never told him so he wouldn't feel bad about accidentally exposing his best friend's secret. You're not proud of it but your curiosity got the best of you.

  “Yeah, I do.” 

  “Uhh, it did more than make me lose my sight.” You weren't able to confirm anything about the accident but if Matt is Daredevil then something had to have happened for it to be possible. 

  “What else did it do?” 

  “It heightened all of my other senses.” You squeeze his hand to encourage him to continue. “I can hear things from very far away and smell things better than normal.” No shit. 

  “How much better?” As much as you already know, there are a lot of specifics you still don't understand. 

  “I can smell what you have eaten all day, I can hear your heart beating and I can tell when you're making a face.” That's a lot more than you thought. “I can hear everyone in this building and mostly tell what they're doing.” 

  You immediately scramble off his lap. 

  “Did I weird you out?” The lace of sadness in his voice breaks your heart.

  “No it's not you, I'm just weirdly aware of myself now.” You assure him. You don't know how to describe it like you're going over everything you did in the day to try and figure out what Matt can tell.

  “You don't have to be, sweetheart. You're not the weird one here.” 

  “Matt, you're not weird. You're perfect. You can't control what happened to you or what it caused these senses. I don't know. You can smell me and hear me? It's just a lot.” 

  “That's not even the part I'm trying to tell you.” 

  “Matt, I have to be honest with you. I know.” You whisper. 

  “You know?” He asks in shock. “Know what?” 

  “That you're Daredevil.” Your voice grows even quieter.

  “What? How?” He exclaims, standing up to meet you. 

  “I don't know. One day I was just thinking and kinda put it together!”

  “When?” His voice booms around the small apartment.

  “A few months ago. There was this clip of Daredevil on the news and he looked so familiar so I started thinking about the injuries you get, how you disappear at night, how you can catch me when I fall. It became really obvious and then..” You stop your rant, not wanting to expose Foggy. Even though he had no idea what the conversation was about, you still feel terrible.

  “And then?” 

  “I may have tricked Foggy into confirming it for me.” Matt’s face quickly shows anger and disbelief. “I swear he has no idea I know anything, he didn't mean to confirm anything.” 

  “Why didn't you just ask me?” Is he serious right now? 

  “Because you never would've told me! We've been together for almost a year now and you're just now trusting me with this! I'm the one that gets to be pissed right now, not you!” 

  “Okay you're right I should have told you but I was just scared that..” 

  “No.” You hold your hand out and interrupt him. “I swear Matt, if the next thing you say is that you were protecting me, I will beat your ass.” 

  “That was one of the reasons, yes.” You step forward, fully intent on keeping your word. “Let me explain.” He smiles and pushes you away. 

  “Fine but it better be good.” You cross your arms and raise your eyebrows to show how serious you are. 

  “I wasn't just worried about your safety, I was worried that you would feel different about me. Maybe even leave me.” 

  “Matt, I love you. And I know you doubt yourself but I would never leave you for that. You could kill a million people and I wouldn't leave you.” 

  He gives you a very concerned look. “That's not good, we need to talk about that.” 

  “Eh.” You wave him off. “We need to talk about all this shit,” You move your hands over his body. “All this self-deprecating shit you do.” 

  “Oh well, I'm so sorry for believing you deserve the world.” He says as sarcastically as possible.

  “Exactly. Think more like that.” You nod.

  “I'm not gonna do that.” 

  “We are getting off topic.”

  “Is there more to talk about?” You can tell he's worried about you knowing the details.

  “We are one month away from our first anniversary and you're just telling me this now, that's not okay Matthew!” 

  “I know! I didn't want to wait this long but the more I thought about telling you the more I thought about losing you and I can't handle that.”

  “Wait so why did you want to tell me today? Are you okay with losing me today?” You half-joke.

  “No, because Karen told me if I didn't she would, and I know you should hear this from me.” 

  “Yeah you're right but this needed to happen forever ago!” 

  “I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, sweetheart, I know I should've. But out of curiosity, when would've been the best time to tell you?” He asks sincerely, sitting back on the couch. 

  “Why? Want advice for your next girlfriend?” You can't help but tease. Sitting back down on his lap. 

  “I'm never gonna have another girlfriend.” 

  “Oh yeah? And you're sure about that?” 

  “What does that mean?” He asks in fake concern, used to your teasing antics. 

  “I don't know. What do you think it means?” 

  “This isn't funny.” He says while he laughs. “I can't tell if you're mad at me or me.” 

  “Oh, I'm very mad.” 

  “About me being Daredevil?” 

  “No, Matty about you keeping it from me. What you do for people in danger is amazing. I love that you use your senses selflessly. I mean I hate the fact that you get hurt in the process but clearly, you can handle yourself.”

  “You don't know how relieved I am to hear you say that.” 

  “I'm glad I could help. But seriously the next time you keep a secret like this for that long, we're over.” You make eye contact with him as you say this, needing him to know you're not joking. 

  “I promise I won't.” 

  “Good! Now onto that not having a next girlfriend thing?” 

  “Ugh, do we have to?” He leans back, making you yelp as you fall into him. 

  “Yes, we have to. I want to hear you say it.” 

  “It means I want to marry you.” You giggle at his words. 

  “I knew it, you're obsessed with me.” 

  “Does that mean you want to marry me too?” He asks hopefully. You almost feel bad for your next words. 

  “Hmm. I'll tell you next year.” 

  He runs his hands over his face. “You are not funny.” He says that but you can see the smile he's hiding. 

  Before you can respond, the doorbell rings. Perfect timing. “You keep a secret, I keep a secret.” You shrug and head to answer the door. 

  When you go back to the couch and set the food on the coffee table, Matt pulls you into him once again. 

  “Someone's touchy today.” 

  “Just happy you're not trying to beat my ass.”

  “I would win.” 

  “Oh definitely.” You feel him smile on your neck. “Are you gonna make me wait another year to propose?” 

  “Sorry baby but you know I don't marry someone before the second year.” 

  “You're killing me y'know.” He groans loudly in your ear, making you lean away from his ticklish breath. 

  “Maybe your next girlfriend will marry you before the first anniversary.” You yelp again as he pulls you even further into him, using his strength to make sure you're as close as possible.

  “Sweetheart you are the last girlfriend I'll ever have.”

  “Oh, I know I am.” 

  “Oh god, what does that mean?” 

  “It means if you ever have another girlfriend I'll haunt you for the rest of your life.” 

  “Haunt me? Are you dead in this scenario?” He asks in obvious confusion.

  “Yes because I'm never gonna let you leave me.”

  “I'm beginning to think you're a little crazy.” 

  “Crazy about you.” You wiggle your eyebrows.

  “That was terrible.” 

  “That was amazing, I'm a great flirt.”

  “Yes, you are.” He chuckles, in that amazing deep voice. “I'm sorry for not telling you sooner.” 

  “I'm sorry for not asking you directly and using Foggy.” 

  He holds his hand out to you, sticking out his pinky.

  “What's this?” 

  “A pinky promise.” 

  “Oh, a pinky promise with the devil.”

  “Stop that, I promise not to lie to you again and you promise to ask me things instead of tricking poor Foggy.” 

  “Okay fine. Pinky promise.” You link your finger with him. 

  “I love you.” 

  “Aww thank you.” You laugh at his surprised expression. 

  “Say it back.” He whines.

  “I don't wanna.” You can't hide the smile on your face. 

  Matt takes a second to stop himself from smiling before making the biggest, most dramatic frown. 

  “Fine, I love you too.” You break out in giggles as he tackles you.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Shop Talk ||

This one's for @theradioactivespidergwen as she's been feeling shitty and writes the best, hottest Murderdock and reader series which this little piece is inspired by. Hope you enjoy 💝💋

Tags/warnings: I should say Murderdock is from Earth 65 but I've set this in the Netflix universe. Cock warming, semi-public sex/slight voyuerism, tiny little bit of daddy kink.bif you enjoyed please reblog so that others can too!

"The Russians are getting twitchy, they don't seem happy with the property offer."

Matt pours both himself and James Wesley a generous measure of whiskey into the thick crystal glasses on the low table before throwing himself back and lounging on the plush sofa cushions.

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes, taking a long sip of the warming alcohol, savouring the taste before letting it roll down his throat. "I don't see why. This was all agreed, prime fucking property in exchange for weapons, pretty simple offer. Pretty good one if you ask me."

"I get the feeling Alexey will come back asking for more than he deserves." Wesley adds.

"Oh it's almost guaranteed…" Matt pauses as you walk into the room, the hem of your silky nightdress barely covering your ass and the tops of your thighs. "Hi honey, what're you doing up so late, hm?"

"Can't sleep." You quietly reply, coming to sit on the couch beside him with your feet tucked up under you.

"Too hot? Too cold?"

You sigh. "No, the temperature's fine."

He tilts the glass held between his thumb and middle finger back and forth. "Maybe you just need a little nightcap sweetie."

You shake your head, leaning against his side, your fingers playing with his tie, pulling it up slow and letting it slip through your fingers.

"No Matty, I don't need a drink, I need you."

"We'll be finished soon darling, and then I'll come to bed."

"Please?" You add a little flavour of bratty whine into your begging because you know he can't resist it.

"I can go, sir…" Wesley makes a move to stand up but Matt raises his hand to halt him.

"No, no Wesley, that won't be necessary. Please, stay." He sighs dramatically. "It's my own fault, I've been a terrible boyfriend, too much business and not enough pleasure, how very unlike me! My little angel just gets a little needy sometimes, don't you baby?"

You nod slowly and he kisses your forehead sweetly. "And what kind of man would I be if I didn't make sure my best girl is taken care of?"

"A very bad one." You reply and he chuckles and grins, patting his thigh. "That's right. C'mere baby."

You do as he asks, putting your hands on his shoulders and swinging your leg over him to straddle his lap.

"Now, you see Wesley, this is how the Russians need to be with me," he explains as he starts to unfasten his suit pants, "just some clear communication, that's it, no fucking around," he eases his half hard cock out from his boxers under the cover of your short slip. He nearly always gets hard when he knows you're wearing some pretty lingerie around him and this time is no exception when his fingers run over your beautiful silk-covered breasts and on downwards, to where he discovers to his delight that you're completely bare underneath your nightwear.

"All I want," Matt continues, sucking air through his teeth as he lines himself up with your pussy, "is for them to tell me what they want…" his hands move to grip your hips as he slowly guides you to sink down on his length. "Mm, fuck sweetheart you feel so good… - and if it's an acceptable request-" You moan quietly as he fills you fully, feeling every single vein and ridge of him as you take his cock to the hilt, wrapping your arms around him as you lay against his chest and nuzzle into the crook of his neck. "Yeah, that's it, good girl... I'll be more than happy to give them it."

He shuts his eyes to take a breath for a second as your walls squeeze him while you adjust.

"Alright. Is that better now angel?"

"Mmm."

"And are you going to be good for me and stay nice and still? Because you know if you start teasing me I'm going to have to fuck you over the coffee table and you know how that ended last time?"

You smile softly with acquiescence at him but with mischief in your eyes. "Mm, worth it."

"Mm, expensive." He counters pointedly, albeit with a slight smirk.

He rubs his hand slowly over your back as he turns his attention back to his second in command. "So, do you have any good news for me?'

Wesley clears his throat, following Matt's lead getting back to business.

You manage around ten minutes of boring crimelord admin chat before shifting in Matt's lap, the angle pushing him even deeper within you causing your cunt to clench at his dick and a tiny whimper to sneak out from your lips as Matt groans.

"Princess," He grits out. "What did I ask you earlier? I'm working."

You bite at your bottom lip. "I'm sorry daddy! I was just trying to get comfy, I didn't mean it." His cock twitches at your petted words and his tone drops low to the voice he only uses at night in the Kitchen... and in the bedroom.

"Sweetie, you were doing oh-so well for me before…" He removes his red-tinted glasses and sets them on the arm of the couch.

"I can be good..." you whisper before tugging his earlobe between your teeth. His fingers press into your thighs and you feel the hum he makes in his chest as he responds, I know, through your entire body, and you can't help flutter around him again as he makes you even wetter.

"Wesley," Matt's voice is ever so slightly strained as he secures your legs around him before he stands, sweeping everything off of the low table in front of him onto the floor before he lays you down on it and looms over you, still buried inside your warmth.

"I'll- talk to you in the morning, sir." Wesley finishes as he knocks back the rest of his drink and starts walking towards the penthouse elevator door.

"Yes, thank you," Matt replies, but he's entirely focused on you now, the hand that's not holding you spreading around your jaw and gently pressing his thumb between your lips to suck on. The elevator bell chimes softly as the doors slide open. "Oh, and Wesley?"

"Sir?"

You gasp as Matt draws back slowly and snaps his hips forward sharply, jolting you across the polished surface of the table as he uses one hand to loosen off his tie. "Order another one of these for me, hm?" He says, slapping his palm down on the wood. "Maybe something a bit more… sturdy."

Your devil of a Kingpin finally gives in to his angel, giving you what you want, all night long.

And afterwards? You've never slept better.

[superbreadsoul]

DON’T BAIL ON ME

DISCLAIMER: The following story is purely fictional and is made for entertainment purposes. I do not own any of the characters mentioned in this story.

WARNING: Heartbreak, no happy-ending, Matt is emotionally constipated, Reader is unable to take responsibility as well. Elektra (cuz she’s hawt).

Matt Murdock x Reader

WORD COUNT: 5119

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Matt’s voice trembled with concern as he heard her step through the door, sensing her eyes downcast, her posture tense. He had been pacing for what felt like hours, his mind running wild with worry. The clock on the wall mocked him with every passing second. He hadn’t heard from her all day. He hadn’t seen her since their plans had been set.

"Hey, sweetheart," he began, his tone more gentle than usual, but heavy with the weight of unspoken fear. "I was worried about you. Where have you been?"

Her response was quiet, almost reluctant, as if she was debating whether or not to let him in on the truth. "At the hospital."

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. His heart skipped a beat. "What? Why? Are you okay?"

His feet moved instinctively toward her, but she didn't meet his gaze. Instead, she stepped back, a wall of frustration and hurt suddenly building between them. He halted, sensing the shift, his worry now mingling with confusion.

"Yeah," she said, her voice tight. "I was visiting Barry."

There was an unmistakable edge to her words, and Matt froze, the weight of her response settling in. Barry. The name stung. He had heard about Barry—her ex, the doctor— the one she couldn’t quite escape, the one who always seemed to pull her back in. He had known this day would come. He just hadn’t expected it to feel so… personal. Little did he know, that wasn't what she was seemingly hesitant about.

"Oh," Matt said, his voice trailing off as he tried to keep his composure. He noticed a familiar scent around her, something sweet and floral. "You—smell nice."

She blinked, her lips tightening into a thin line. “Really?” she replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, I wanted to smell nice for our date. Thanks for showing up, by the way.”

Matt’s heart clenched. The biting tone in her voice stung, but it was nothing compared to the way the truth had just hit him. His sightless eyes bounced, full of remorse and regret. His mind raced, desperately trying to piece together where everything had gone wrong.

"Oh sweetheart," he whispered, his words catching in his throat. "I’m so sorry. It… it slipped my mind. I’m so, so sorry."

He stepped forward, his hands reaching for her, but she pulled back slightly, the distance between them growing, thick with unspoken anger.

"Are you?" she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of hurt and disbelief. She glanced up at him, the vulnerability in her voice almost too much for him to bear. "Are you really sorry, Matt?"

Her question hung in the air, and for a moment, he was speechless. All he could hear was the rapid beat of his own heart, and the deafening silence that followed. He had forgotten their date. He had let her down. Again.

Matt’s breath hitched as he took another step closer, his voice dropping to a softer, more sincere tone. “Y/N, is something wrong?”

The words were tentative, but they were filled with an unspoken plea for her to let him in, to let him fix this, to let him make things right. But she only stood there, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable.

Matt had known her long enough to recognize the storm brewing beneath her calm exterior. But this—this was different. This was something deeper, something he couldn’t fix with an apology alone.

"Natchios."

The name dropped from Y/N's lips like a stone sinking into the silence of the room, heavy and uninvited. It echoed through the small space, reverberating off the walls and into Matt’s chest, where it lodged like a shard of ice. The very surname that had haunted him for years. The one name he thought he had left behind. The name of the woman who had once ruled his world in a storm of chaos and passion—and who, no matter how hard he tried, was never truly gone.

“What?” Matt froze, his blood running cold, his breath caught in his throat. The dread settled in, slow and suffocating. He had thought he could outrun it, that he had buried that past deep enough for it to never resurface. But now, standing before him, was Y/N, looking at him with eyes that said she knew, and with a smile that barely disguised the hurt and the bitterness.

Y/N tilted her head slightly, her lips curling into a bitter, almost rueful grin. “I was so caught up with the trial, I didn’t realise it at first. I’d never heard a name so unique. Then I thought, hey, actually, I have. I’ve only ever known one person with a name that unique. She had a pretty unique personality too. Elektra Natchios. Huh.”

Matt’s heart hammered in his chest, and he felt a cold sweat prick at the back of his neck. Her words stung deeper than he could have imagined. There was no hiding now, no pretending that this wasn’t happening. He couldn't see it but he knew that Y/N was no longer looking at him with the gentle affection of someone who had shared quiet moments of love. Now, she was looking at him with something else: pain. And the realization that everything he had tried to protect her from had come crashing down.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed at him, her gaze sharp and cutting, as she began to recall their past. “God, I hated that stupid Chevy Belair Coupe she used to drive around to pick you up. Then you’d get in the passenger seat with a big smile on your face, bunking all your classes.” She chuckled, but the sound was hollow, edged with something bitter and pained. “And I wouldn’t hear from you for days. Three days, Matt. I didn’t hear from you for three damn days.”

Matt opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He wanted to apologise, to explain, but the words felt useless. How could he explain any of it without dragging her deeper into the mess that was his life with Elektra? 

Elektra. 

Just the thought of her made his stomach twist, but the worst part was the knowledge that Y/N had been right all along. He had never fully severed the connection with Elektra, and now, it was here, in front of him, like a spectre from his past. 

Y/N’s eyes flashed with an icy determination. "She’s here, isn’t she? Like Stick? You can come out now.”

The words hung in the air, sharp and accusing. Matt’s breath hitched, and before he could protest or stop it, Y/N’s gaze flicked toward the door of the bedroom. The silence that followed was oppressive, and Matt’s heart sank as he knew exactly who would walk through that door, already hearing her heels clicking. He didn’t need to say a word. He didn’t have to.

From the shadows of the hallway, Elektra emerged.

“Hello, Y/N,” Elektra’s voice was smooth, almost amused, like she had been waiting for this moment, anticipating the fallout from Matt’s past finally catching up with him.

Elektra’s steps were confident, every movement exuding the kind of smug self-assurance Matt had never been able to shake. She stood tall in the doorway, her presence dominating the room even as she leaned casually against the frame. There was a faint, cruel smile playing at the edges of her lips as she looked past Matt to Y/N. 

Matt’s stomach turned. Elektra had always had that way of walking into a room like she owned it, like everyone in it was just another pawn in her game. He hated that about her. He hated the way she always made him feel like he was nothing more than a fool to be played with. 

“Elektra,” Y/N said, her voice tight with controlled fury. "I should have known you’d be here. Always lurking in the shadows, making everything more complicated than it needs to be."

Elektra’s eyes gleamed with something cold, calculating. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m just here to see Matthew, just like I always have been.”

Matt’s chest tightened. “Y/N, I—”

But Y/N held up a hand, the air shifting as she did, silencing him before he could finish. Her eyes, once soft with affection, now burned with a mix of pain and anger, and he realized, too late, that this was a breaking point. A fracture in their relationship that couldn’t be healed with empty words.

“What? You’re sorry?” Y/N asked, the disbelief thick in her voice. “For what, Matt? For still being tied to her after all this time? For letting her come back into your life, into our life, like nothing ever changed?”

Matt took a step forward, but it was like walking on a tightrope. Every word he tried to say felt heavier than the last, his voice faltering as he reached for her. “Y/N, it’s not what you think—”

“It never is,” Y/N snapped, her voice a mixture of frustration and grief. "You’re still lying to me, Matt. You’re still lying to me, even now.”

Y/N’s voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge to it, a sharpness that immediately cut through the tension in the room. “Matt and I need to talk, so I’m sorry, but I’d like you to leave.”

Elektra didn't flinch. She gave a soft, almost mocking smile, the same smile Matt had once found irresistible, traced it with his own fingers, now a twisted reminder of everything he was trying to move past. “Alright.” She didn’t hesitate, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she turned toward Matt’s bedroom, making her way back into the shadows of his life.

But before she could slip out of sight, Y/N’s voice stopped her cold, the words laced with authority. “—The apartment.”

Elektra paused mid-step, a flicker of surprise in her eyes, but it was quickly masked by that same smug composure.

Matt opened his mouth, but his throat tightened as the reality of the situation began to settle in. He had never heard Y/N so resolute, and despite everything he wanted to say, he knew that this wasn’t his battle to fight. Still, he hated the feeling of being stuck in the middle. “Y/N—” he started, his voice soft, trying to diffuse the tension.

“—You speak when I ask you to speak.” Her voice cut through his words like a knife, leaving no room for argument.

Matt flinched, a sigh escaping him. His frustration built inside him, the weight of being trapped between the two women he cared about—one from his past, one from his present. He dropped his head, hands on his hips, trying to control the burning anger bubbling within him. The last thing he wanted was this kind of confrontation, but it was inevitable, wasn’t it? A situation of his own making.

Elektra, as if sensing Matt's turmoil, gave him one last smirk before she silently walked out, her footsteps echoing as she left the apartment. But even with her gone, the tension in the room was suffocating. Y/N stood there, arms crossed, her eyes trained on Matt, who didn’t move. The silence stretched between them like a chasm, filled with things unsaid.

“I’m not gonna have a one-sided conversation, so can you please turn around?” Y/N’s voice was stern, but there was an underlying hurt that Matt couldn’t ignore.

Reluctantly, Matt turned to face her. His jaw was tight, the weight of her gaze almost unbearable. For a second, he was relieved that he wouldn't have to see that scathing look on her face Foggy always talked about. He knew what was coming next, but it didn’t make it any easier to bear. 

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” she asked, her tone softening only slightly as she tried to understand, but the confusion in her eyes was clear.

Matt opened his mouth, the words caught somewhere between guilt and frustration. “About what?” he asked, feigning ignorance, but even to him, the question felt hollow. He couldn’t pretend anymore.

Y/N’s eyes flicked to the door where Elektra had just left, and her voice was barely above a whisper as she listed out the things that had been gnawing at her. “About Stick. About Elektra. About everything that’s been hanging over us since the moment we got together. Why didn’t you tell me?”

Her words hit harder than she probably realised, and Matt’s breath faltered. The truth was, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to share it. Not because he didn’t trust her, but because he had hoped—no, he had needed—to believe that he could keep his past locked away. That Elektra, Stick, and all the messes of his old life would stay buried, far from Y/N. But he had been fooling himself. And now, here she was, asking him the one question he couldn’t dodge.

“Because you walked out on me before I could tell you,” Matt said, his voice thick with frustration, his hands clenched at his sides. His sightless eyes were wild, somewhat searching for hers—waiting so that she might tell him that she understood, or at least would understand, if he could just explain it all.

Y/N didn’t flinch at his words, but the hurt was unmistakable. She stood there, her arms still crossed, her gaze unwavering. She had always been so patient with him, so understanding. But this—this was too much. 

“You think I walked out on you?” she asked, her voice tight, trying to keep the trembling anger at bay. “You think I just left? You’re the one who shut me out, Matt. You’re the one who didn’t trust me with the truth. You kept me at arm’s length, and now I’m supposed to believe it was just because you couldn’t find the right time to tell me?”

Matt took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling with a frustration that was barely contained. “It wasn’t like that,” he said, his voice lower now, softer but still heavy with regret. “I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted to drag you into that world. But you—you wouldn’t have understood. You wouldn’t have accepted it.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed slightly, and she stepped closer to him, her voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t get to decide what I can or can’t handle, Matt. You don’t get to keep things from me because you’re afraid of how I’ll react. I’m your partner. You tell me. You trust me.”

Y/N’s voice was laced with frustration as she tried to make him understand, but Matt could sense that her patience was starting to wear thin. “Besides, I was rightfully upset—”

“—Is there a point to this conversation?” Matt interrupted, his tone sharp, his shoulders tense. He didn’t want to fight. He didn’t want to keep spinning in this cycle of misunderstandings and hurt feelings. He just wanted it to go back to the way it was. He wanted everything to feel normal again.

Y/N blinked, her expression one of bewilderment and frustration. “What do you mean, ‘is there a point’? Matt, of course, there’s a point! I want you to talk to me!” She said the words with an exasperated urgency, as if she couldn’t understand why he wasn’t getting it.

Matt’s jaw clenched, and he turned away for a moment, trying to steady himself. “There’s nothing to talk about, Y/N. Besides, you made it clear yesterday that you didn’t want to talk to me.”

The hurt in his voice was unmistakable, and Y/N’s chest tightened. The memory of last night—the way she’d stormed out, the way Matt had closed himself off—was still fresh. It felt like a betrayal, but even more so, it felt like the same pattern she had been trying to avoid. He was slipping away from her, like he always did.

Her heart pounded as she stared at him, frustration bubbling up again. “See, this is exactly what I’m talking about,” she said, her finger gesturing towards him. “You just brush it all off. It’s like you won’t even try to understand why I’m upset!”

Matt’s eyes flashed, frustration building in his chest. He didn’t know how to explain it, how to make her understand that his silence wasn’t about her, but about the things inside him that he didn’t know how to talk about. “What?” he snapped back, unable to hide the rawness in his voice. “What do you want from me, Y/N?”

“God! It’s always one step forward and ten steps back with us!” she nearly shouted, her voice full of pent-up frustration. “It’s always the same thing! You do something, and I pull away. I do something, and you pull away. We can’t keep doing this, Matt! I can’t keep feeling like I’m the only one trying to hold this together.”

The words hit him harder than he expected, and for a moment, he didn’t know how to respond. He wanted to explain that it wasn’t just her—that it wasn’t always her fault. But the truth was, his own insecurities were starting to drown out the words. His fear of being abandoned, of losing her, was starting to seep into every crack of their relationship, and he didn’t know how to fight it.

“We talk, don’t we?” Matt said cynically, crossing his arms as he looked at where he assumed her eyes were, his expression closed off. “I’m right here standing in front of you.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed as she shot back with a bitter laugh, the sting of his words landing harder than he’d realised. “As opposed to how lately, every conversation I have with you is towards your back?” she said, her voice full of incredulity. “You’re physically here, Matt, but you’ve been gone for a while now.”

Matt flinched at the accusation, the weight of her words cutting deep. He opened his mouth to argue, but the frustration in Y/N’s voice silenced him before he could speak.

“What the hell does that mean?” he snapped back, his confusion mixing with his growing anger. 

Y/N’s words were sharp, cutting through the air between them like a blade. “It means you avoid me!” she deadpanned, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “It means your first instinct is to run away from me the second things get a little bit rough.” She pointed directly at him, her eyes narrowing as she squinted up at him in disbelief. She rocked her hand in the air, as if to emphasise how often he pulled away, how shaky he could be when things weren't easy.

Matt’s heart beat erratically in his chest as she spoke, the truth in her words hitting him like a freight train. She wasn’t wrong. He had always pulled away when things got tough. His instinct had always been to retreat into the safety of silence, of isolation, of not facing the things that scared him the most.

“I don’t run,” Matt muttered, his voice low and defensive. “I—”

“You do,” she interrupted sharply, cutting him off before he could finish. “I’m not an idiot, Matt. I can see it. You shut down. You turn away. You make yourself small, and you expect me to just stand here and wait for you to come back.”

Matt stood there, frozen for a moment, the words hanging in the air like a weight he couldn’t escape. His breath was shallow, his chest tight. The things Y/N was saying, the things she was pointing out, weren’t easy to hear, but they were the truth. And deep down, he knew it.

“I don’t run!” Matt growled stubbornly in denial.

Matt's chest tightened, his jaw clenching in anger. He couldn't stand hearing it, especially not from her. "Okay? That is neither here nor there," he snapped, immediately brushing her words aside, shaking his head in frustration. He was done with the conversation, or so he thought. He wanted to put the walls back up, to shield himself from the rawness of the situation.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, the sarcasm in her expression all too clear. "Okay, well, here we are, Matt," she said, her voice dripping with frustration and mockery. "What do you wanna do? How do you wanna handle it, huh? Do you wanna fight for us, or do you wanna bail?"

She pointed toward the door, her hand shaking slightly with the intensity of the moment, as if to punctuate her question. Her voice rose in frustration, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and hurt. She paused, studying him as the weight of his silence seemed to hang in the air. But as she watched him, something softened in her gaze. She saw the vulnerable look in his eyes—the quiet uncertainty he wore so well. And despite the storm of emotions she felt, her heart ached for him.

With a heavy sigh, she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to raise my voice,” she said quietly, the sharpness gone from her tone, replaced by something more tender. The fight was still there, but beneath it, there was love. She stepped forward, her hands trembling as she reached for him.

Y/N placed her hands gently in his, her touch soft and warm. She needed him to hear her, needed him to understand. “Listen to me,” she said, her voice steady now, but filled with a quiet urgency. “I want you, Matt. In all your sweet, yet rugged, devilish glory,” she said with a small, affectionate smile, even as her heart ached with the weight of everything unsaid. “I want to be here when your nights get rough, and I want to be the first thing you feel in the morning.”

She cupped his cheeks, her fingers soft against his skin as she looked into his eyes and feeling the intensity that made his breath catch in his throat. Her gaze softened, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She sniffled, her voice trembling. "Look, you think your crazy life, your past, everything that’s happened to you, is going to scare me away or something… but that’s not true. You’re so wrong."

Her chest tightened, her heart aching at the sight of him—of the man who had always been so afraid of being too much, so afraid of dragging others down with him. “Because there’s nothing out there, nothing in here, that scares me as much as the thought of losing you.”

Her voice was barely above a whisper now, but the weight of her words struck him with the force of a wrecking ball. "Trust me when I say… people like you and me, we don’t get the chance to love like this, Matt. I stay. I don’t run. Because I love you."

The confession hit him like a punch to the gut. She had said it. She had finally said it, and her words hung in the air between them like a lifeline. She had chosen him, despite everything. Despite his fear, his past, the mess he carried around with him. 

Y/N’s voice was soft, tender now, as she spoke again, the love in her tone so raw it made his heart ache. “I love you so much that all I can ever think about is you. There’s no version of my life that doesn’t have you in it.” Her hands tightened around his, pulling him closer, even as she sniffled again, the tears starting to break free from her eyes. “So I’ll stay right here. You can push me away all you want, but I’m not going anywhere. I’ll wait for you.”

Matt’s breath caught in his throat as he processed her words, the weight of her confession crashing over him. She was here. She was choosing to stay, despite the chaos, despite everything. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone had said something so raw, so real to him. 

But even now, he found it hard to believe. He was so used to people leaving, to pushing others away before they could hurt him. The idea that she wouldn’t walk away, that she wanted him, despite his flaws and his broken pieces—it was a foreign concept. 

He shook his head, as if trying to clear the fog in his mind, but the truth was, he was terrified. Terrified of letting her in, terrified of what would happen if he let himself truly believe that someone could love him—want him—after everything.

"I..." His voice cracked as he tried to speak, but words failed him. He reached up, touching her hands, still holding him so gently, and his gaze softened as he aimlessly searched where he assumed her face was in wonder, listening to her heart for any sign of doubt. But there was none. There was only love. A kind of love he had never known, never imagined he deserved.

Matt stood frozen, his heart hammering in his chest as Y/N’s confession lingered in the air between them. The weight of her words was suffocating, like a tidal wave crashing over him. He had never expected this moment to come, and now that it had, he wasn’t sure what to do with it. Her love for him, so pure and raw, left him paralyzed, caught between the fear of being loved and the fear of losing her.

His mind raced, his emotions a tangled mess. He wanted to say something, anything, but the words caught in his throat. His fears—his insecurities—gripped him like chains. Could he really let her in? Could he really let someone love him after everything he had done, everything he had become? And if he did, what would that mean for her? For them?

Y/N noticed the struggle in his sightless eyes, the way he seemed to shrink in on himself, and her heart sank. She had poured herself out to him—had told him, for the first time, how much he meant to her—and now, he couldn’t even return the sentiment. She frowned softly, her own pain growing as she took a small step back, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Matt?” She searched his face, looking for something, anything, that would tell her that he felt the same. “Did you hear me?” she repeated, the desperation creeping into her voice. “Say something. Please? Matt?”

The silence between them stretched on, thick with the unspoken. Matt’s brow furrowed, his hands trembling slightly as he struggled to find the words that felt right. But there was nothing—nothing that could explain the tangled mess of emotions inside him. He opened his mouth, but only half-formed words came out. 

“I—uh—I can’t do this right now,” he finally said, his voice shaky with regret. “There’s a lot going on, and I—I can’t—” His words faltered, a deep ache filling his chest. It wasn’t that he didn’t feel the same way. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be with her. But the weight of his dual life—the mask he wore, the life he led as Daredevil—was so heavy, and he wasn’t sure how to balance it with what Y/N was offering him. The fear of losing her, of not being enough, of the danger he brought to everyone around him—it all swirled in his mind.

Y/N’s heart dropped at his words. The dread that washed over her was instantaneous, a cold, sharp wave that made her feel small and foolish. She had laid herself bare, had trusted him with a part of herself she didn’t give to anyone else, and now—now he was pulling away. 

"Oh," she whispered, the word barely escaping her lips as the weight of disappointment settled into her chest. A hollow ache took root there. She had given him everything she had, all her love, all her hope—and he couldn’t even say it back. The look in his eyes was enough to confirm the one thing she’d feared most: he wasn’t ready. He wasn’t willing to let her in. 

Her hands instinctively pulled away from his, the absence of his touch like an icy wind. She couldn’t look at him, couldn’t bear to see the regret in his eyes. Instead, she looked away, her heart breaking with every passing second. She felt so stupid for believing, for thinking that maybe this time, with him, things could be different. That maybe, just maybe, he could love her back.

“I don’t—” Matt began again, but the words felt too heavy to say. He sighed deeply, his own heart aching as he heard the stutter in her heartbeat. He didn’t want to hurt her; glad he couldn't see that look of brokenness in her eyes. But he knew he had to do this—he had to finish what he started with Elektra, had to be Daredevil first. There was too much at stake. He was torn between the man he wanted to be for her and the one he had to be for the city.

“I have to go,” he said reluctantly, his voice low and filled with regret. His eyes softened for a moment, the weight of the moment heavy in the space between them. “I need to finish something. I need to... do what I have to do. I’ll come back, okay?”

The words sounded hollow to Y/N, and she felt her throat close up as the tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn’t look at him now, not like this. Not when he was so distant, so unsure. Her voice cracked as she whispered, barely able to get the words out.

“Okay.”

It was the only thing she could say, the only thing she had left. Her heart was in pieces, each one slipping further away from him with every word he spoke. She wouldn’t fight him. She couldn’t fight him. Not now. Not when he was already running. 

She didn’t look up as he left, didn’t want him to sense the tears that slipped down her cheeks, the raw pain she could no longer hide. All she wanted was for him to stay, to choose her, but the cold reality was that she didn’t know if he ever would.

Matt hesitated at the door, his hand on the handle, but the moment lingered for just a second longer. He tilted his head, ear faced to her direction, his face a mix of regret and guilt, but he didn’t say anything more. He couldn’t.

And with that, he was gone, leaving Y/N standing in the quiet apartment, her heart aching with the realisation that love—real love—might not be enough to bridge the chasm between them.

The End.

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Life in a Tranquil State

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader 

summary: Just a short drabble about a sweet morning with an injured Matty.

warnings: none

a/n: This piece is rather short but very fluffy! I hope everyone is doing ok, I know this time of year can be difficult for people. Sending you all my love!

w/c: 1.2k

Dashing into the stairwell to escape the chill, you shuddered as the last gust of wind lifted the wisps of hair peeking out at the front of your hat. Inhaling deeply, you trekked up the stairs—relief washing over you at the sight of your front door. After taking a moment to squeeze your fingers in an attempt to shake off the cold-induced numbness, you turned the door knob and scurried inside. 

The warmth of the apartment enveloped you in a comforting embrace, causing your shoulders to sag as the general discomfort of the rapidly falling temperature faded away. Your boyfriend was seated in the middle of the living room rug, bare shoulders illuminated by the dim light leaking through the massive window behind him. His eyes were closed, the striking muscles in his legs flexing in their crossed position. 

Still meditating then, you thought to yourself, toeing off your boots as silently as you could to prevent disturbing his focus. Rising inflation and consistent apathy from politicians had unleashed a current of building unrest in the city. Matt had been working overtime in and out of the office, helping New Yorkers appeal their welfare denials during the day while stopping corruption and petty crime at night. Honestly, it was downright miraculous that it had taken next to no convincing to get Matt to take a day off, though that might have been because of your desperate begging. 

Last night had been especially turbulent, ending with an exhausted Matt, an equally exhausted Claire (who REALLY deserved some time away from the shenanigans), an absurd amount of stitches, and the worst tension headache you'd had in recent history. As the color slowly reappeared in Matt's face, you'd given him an earful between stress-induced sobs, pleading with him to take some time off to recover--and thanking every divine entity in the universe when he'd accepted. Once Matt had taken his painkillers, you both passed the fuck out in a tangle of limbs that was sure to be more uncomfortable for him than for you. 

It wasn't that you wanted him to stop being Daredevil, you'd never ask him to restrain the part of himself that had saved the city time and time again. But you'd continue to remind him that his body needed to rest sometimes, a fact he had been pointedly ignoring the past few weeks. 

Which is why the sight of him beside the couch was such a welcomed one. This morning had been tense, by no fault of Matt's. You'd slept restlessly, waking up jittery and drained next to an aching, and incredibly guilty, Matt. He'd apologized to you profusely, clenching the fabric of your sweatshirt between his fingers like he expected you to disintegrate. Pressing soft kisses to his head, you'd brushed off his needless worries, promising that you weren't going anywhere. 

To Matt's chagrin, you'd dragged him to the living room and encouraged him to meditate so that he could regain his strength. He'd accepted, but only when you agreed to sit in his lap, which he swore would not break his focus. After an hour of listening to his exasperated grumbles and helping him shift positions, you'd clambered out of his lap, cajoling him with the offer of breakfast and a coffee from the cafe down the street. 

Padding quietly into the apartment, you set the steaming paper cup and accompanying box of pastries on the counter, using your now empty hands to pull off your hat and comb through your staticy hair. 

“Only one coffee?” Matt's voice over your shoulder startled you, causing you to nearly knock his drink to the ground as you turned to face him.

“Christ, Matty, don't do that. I'm gonna make you wear a bell.” You shoved at his sculpted chest, brief irritation dissipating when he let out a low chuckle. 

“I'm sure the criminals would appreciate the warning.” His hands slid around your waist, forehead tipping to rest against yours. “Missed you.”

Giggling softly into the kiss he pressed to your lips, you let your hands drift up to cradle his neck. ”I was only gone for a few minutes, you sap.“ 

”I don't know, it felt like hours.“ Matt sighed dramatically, leaning into your body heavily as he picked up his coffee. Taking a sip, a pleased groan rumbled in his throat, making you grin.

”Too sweet, just the way you like it.“ 

”It's perfect. What about you?“ Matt frowned, jerking his chin towards the lack of a second cup on the counter. 

With a shrug, you snuggled into Matt’s hold, humming in appreciation when he ran a hand along your back. 

“Didn’t feel like coffee today. I’m not above napping, Murdock.” 

“That can be arranged, darling. I owe you some peace after last night.” Despite his clenched jaw, you watched guilt fill his expression, gorgeous hazel eyes falling to the floor. 

”Don't you start.” You chastised gently, rubbing circles on his nape with your thumb. “We talked about this earlier, my love. You didn't do anything wrong, you just bit off a little more than you could chew. Happens to the best of us, yah?“ Brushing your nose against his, you slotted your hips against his and tugged him into an embrace. 

Resolve crumbling, he melted into the touch. ”I'm still sorry.“ 

”And I'm still reminding you that you don't need to be. Just remember to be careful and let yourself rest every once in a while. Speaking of,“ You brushed a thumb under the stitched wound on his shoulder. ”Meditation still not working?“

Whining under his breath, Matt shook his head mournfully. ”Not well. I just...I don't know what's wrong with me today.“ 

Brow furrowing, you kneaded at your boyfriend's scalp in an attempt to scare away his crippling self-doubt. “Anything in particular that made it difficult?” 

Matt shook his head, his lips parting around the tiniest of sighs. “Everything is just...a lot today. I don't think I ever fully relaxed after the adrenaline from last night.” 

Biting your lip in thought, you carded your fingers through Matt's hair. “Hmm, well it might help if you were more relaxed before you started meditating? Do you think that might work?”

Smirking at you, Matt purred, “What did you have in mind?” One of his large hands slid down from your waist to palm your ass. 

Swatting at his wrist, you snorted. “I didn't mean sex, Matthew. Though I suppose that's one option we could pursue if the others don't work.” 

Kissing you deeply, Matt's breath ghosted over your lips as he asked. “What did you have in mind?” 

“Well, we can start by eating the pastries I painstakingly picked out for my very picky boyfriend,” Ignoring Matt as he pinched your waist and scoffed indignantly, you continued. ”Other than that, we could try showering first? That always makes me feel better.”

“That sounds great sweetheart,” Matt leaned his forehead against yours with a smile. 

[outoftheseine]

- MATT MURDOCK FIC RECS -

(here is to my favorite lawyer by day and vigilante by night)

brief note: most fics contain canon trigger warnings (blood, violence, death, assault etc.) so please be aware of them.

main masterlist

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

please don't be mad • matt murdock x fem!reader all i need is you

↳ by @chvoswxtch (angst, smut)

matt murdock x age gap!reader

↳ by @multiharlot

15 ways to love matt murdock • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @brokebonewritings

ONE-SHOTS/BLURBS/HC'S

strawberry rhubarb • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @ellephlox (blood, torture, forced nudity)

these broken things • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @courtforshort15 (angst, mentions of murder and blood)

steal my warmth • matt murdock x gn!reader

↳ by @devils-dares (very fluffy)

discordant • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @ellephlox (angst, sex trafficking)

always here • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @blackshadowswriter (hurt/comfort, angst, nightmares)

like real people do • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @amhrosina (angst, hurt/comfort, nightmare trope, tw: panic attack, mentions of trauma and child abuse)

jealousy • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @devils-dares (jealous!matt, allusions to smut)

care packages • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @chvoswxtch (very fluffy, mentions of violence)

how sweet it is (to be loved by you) • matt murdock x afab!reader

↳ by @courtforshort15 (oh very sweet, smut, virgin!reader)

green is the color • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @courtforshort15 (angst, but happy ending, reader is insecure of her relationship with matt)

angel • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @peterman-spideyparker (so much angst :(, death)

sincerely, anxiety • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @brokebonewritings (so fluffy, i related too much)

never an ear strain away • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @amchapel (fluff, honestly i smiled a little too much while reading this)

it's in the details • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @onewholikesthings (fluff)

you are in the kitchen humming • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @shadesofsteve (veryy fluffy, a little hurt/comfort)

always so good with the kids, and kids absolutely love him • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @yarrystyleeza (this was so sweet :'))

the comfort of your relationship • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @slightlypossessed (so much fluff, i love soft fics like this)

small acts of kindness • matt murdock x gn!reader

↳ by @mattmurdockspainkink (fluff, mentions of sensory overload and anxiety)

thinking about • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @murdocksluvrr (such a cute drabble, fluff)

halo not included • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @undiscovered-horizon

more • college!matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @itwasthereaminuteago (smut, virgin!reader)

without you • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @foli-vora (so much angst, can't wait for part 2!)

bruises • matt murdock x gf!reader

↳ by @goldustwomun (angst, injuries, blood, fluff, hurt/comfort)

first of many • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @coalix (smut)

what's your middle name? • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @thegingerwriter (fluff and smut)

make amends • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @honeycombstrawberry (assault, angst but fluff, hurt/comfort)

again and again • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @imaginesfordifferentfandoms (angst, blood, comfort, fluff at the end)

"i no longer know where i end and you begin" • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @mattmurdockspainkink (this was so so cute and comforting, just fluff)

tracking the devil • matt murdock x enhanced! reader

↳ by @mattmurdocksscars (angst, injuries, ex lovers)

wanting • matt murdock x gn!reader

↳ by @coalix (i LOVED this, angst but happy ending)

afterglow • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @amhrosina (so. much. angst but happy ending)

stray • matt murdock x gn!reader

↳ by @itwasthereaminuteago (fluff)

[skyfallslayer]

The Darkness In Me - Masterlist

-Kingpin!Matt Murdock x Vigilante!Reader-

Main Masterlist

🖤 Summary: You were shocked to find out your childhood friend turned out to be the Kingpin of the underworld, but you had to put those thoughts aside to bring him down. You were Hell’s Kitchen vigilante, its protector. There's no valid reason not to stop him. However, when your hidden feelings for him start to surface once more, how will you be able to even think about bringing him down?

🖤 Pairings: Kingpin!Matt Murdock x Vigilante!Fem.Reader

🖤 Rating: Mature - Explicit

🖤 Warnings: At the beginning of each chapter (This series will contain 18+ themes)

🖤 Word Count: 25,966

🖤 Start Date: 8/8/23

🖤 End Date: N/A

🖤A/N: For those who aren't the biggest Marvel fans, I'm going to give you a little backstory behind this fic. This story is based on the "Spider-Gwen" comics where in this universe, Earth-65, Matt's origin story is very similar to the one where we already know, except Stick was killed by the Hand and takes Matt under their wing. He's turned into an assassin, but still goes to law school and eventually becomes Wilson Fisk's defense lawyer. Somewhere along the line, Matt cuts ties with Fisk and becomes Kingpin himself. This story was kind of a 'A-ha!' moment, and I decided it would be interesting to see this take on Matt with a reader insert. Don't know how many stories I'll do, but if you readers seemed to like it I'll keep going :) Enjoy!

-INDEX-

🖤 Story 1: The (Wo)Man Without Fear

Summary: After all these years away, you’re finally relocated back to Hell’s Kitchen, the place where you were born, a place filled with happy memories. However, the city is not what you remembered, and when your job as a detective is not enough to save it, you might have to become something more.

🖤 Story 2: Auld Acquaintances

Summary: Deciding you have no choice anymore, especially how your new partner scares you half to death, and the police in this city seemed not to care, your hundred percent committed to becoming a vigilante. But before you could do this, you run into an old childhood friend and his business partner. But unknowingly to you, he’s not the same little boy you remembered hanging out with. He’s… something else entirely.

🖤 Story 3: Kingpin & Daredevil

Summary: Your night trying to save a kid takes a dangerous turn. Now fighting to stay alive after a possible life threatening injury, you soon find yourself face-to-face with the man that runs this city’s underworld: The Kingpin. Aka… your childhood friend.

🖤 Story 4: Snapdragon (Coming Soon)

Summary: Your world is officially upside down. Your small taste of nostalgia has been ruined by what you discovered. Now, you’re out on investigations with Frank, and decide to dig deeper on other cases to take your mind off things. But of course, you always had the worst luck, and nothing can make your heart stop when you find the King of Darkness in your living room.

🖤 Story 5: A Euphoric Misery (Coming Soon)

-Taglist Is Open-

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[devils-dares]

hi bee !!! what are your thoughts on murderdock spoiling you,, like you’re his little college sugar baby

join my sleepover!

YES I LIKE THIS ONE

so i'm thinking he picks you up at a club, you're hanging out in a spot you shouldn't be

"she's with me" he says when you get all flustered. he gets the security off of you and you thank him for it.

"it's no need princess."

he definitely takes you home that night.

you wake up in the morning and he's gone, he has a driver waiting for you to take you wherever you'd like and when you turn on your phone you find a new number in your contacts.

he gets you when you make an offhand comment one day while in his bed of how tuition is so expensive.

"i could help you." he says, playing with your fingers.

"be serious matt, i'd never ask that of you."

"you're not though, i'm offering. just think about it." he says, pulling you close to lay on his chest.

you started to realize how serious he was when he started sending expensive gifts to your dorm. there'd be a man, asking for you and giving you a little box, tied perfectly with nothing to indicate who it was from except for the faint scent of his cologne.

"fine, i'll do it." you say, showing up to his office. he gives you an open mouthed smirk.

"knew you'd come to your senses, pretty girl. now cmere and thank me."

he bought you everything. paid for your groceries, your car notes, everything. he took you to galas in these beautiful gowns that were made just for you, adorned with jewelry you could only dream of touching before.

you spent most of the time at his penthouse, in his clothes. he told you how he preferred you, nothing but his button down and a pair of panties, so that's what you wore. after all, you wouldn't be in debt after this.

you cleaned up his place, cooked for him, and never ever stuck your nose in his business. he'd come home all bloody with a bloodlust grin on his face and take you in the shower, floating murmurs of how nice it was to feel your skin after the day he had.

you'd hold him afterwards, bandaging up his cuts and rubbing salve on his bruises, fluttering kisses spread across his stubbled chin and cheeks.

you were in too deep.

he invited you to a gala, and while you were at class, the dress had arrived.

"who sent you this?!" your roommate asks, buzzing with excitement.

"it's a uh- i have a commitment tonight."

you didn't know how to break it to him, that you couldn't do this anymore. the man had paid off your entire life, and you felt as though this was a necessary evil, please him to thank him.

"matthew," you start, "can we talk?"

"yeah, i wanted to ask you something."

"oh?" you say, intriguied.

"move in with me"

"wait-"

"i don't care what we are, what you want our label to be. i'll do whatever it is you want, but i need you close." he cradles your face in his hands, whispering in that sinful voice close to your ear.

"i need this to be serious. concrete." you say.

"would a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly be concrete enough?"

[www-zoloft-com]

me every birthday since i was 14.

[yarrystyleeza]

Wait what just happened here?

I didn't expect that ending fr, this was... Heartbreaking, in all possible meanings.

I loved the way you wrote it so much tho, that means that I will forgive you for breaking my heart like this 😔☝🏻

i dont know if you listen to lana del rey but MATT MURDOCK AND SAD GIRL BY LANA DEL REY

i need a fic based on this like i have been listening to it non stop and i cant stop thinking on him so a matt murdock angst fic with fluff with a lil smut?

Sad Girl

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut.

Author's Note: This fic is brought to you by delusion and denial. The song has a big influence, but I made a few tweaks. Italics are flashbacks.

To Anon: yes I do listen to Lana! Quite religiously 🫣 If you read through the fic names in my masterlist, you'll see some of Lana's song titles.

Share and feedback are welcomed!

GIF Credit

"Sooo … how's it going with the guy you're seeing?"

Over the rim of your cup, you cast your watchful eyes at your friend as you took a sip of your steamed drink. Mindy's inquisitive gaze bored into you, pawing and prodding at the film of protection you projected on the particular topic. You had expected her to ask about Matt since that was where you left off the last time you saw her three months ago, even though she was your closest friend. The way you left it wasn't positive in your friend's eyes, so this time, she was adamant about the two of you catching up. You couldn't hide from her anymore, even if you tried.

You bit into the side of your cheek before releasing it; your eyes briefly darted away from Mindy's face before answering.

"It's… good."

Mindy arched a brow at your drawn-out 'good', waiting patiently as she expected you to divulge.

"It's really good. Same old, you know?"

She nodded, her eyes slightly narrowed in a way that seldomly meant something good.

"Does that mean you're still stuck in the … grey area?"

You placed your drink down a little harsher than necessary, striking a sharp sound on the delicate saucer.

"I'm not 'stuck'. It's not even a grey area; it's black and white. I chose this."

She had struck a nerve, and you didn't want to admit that to yourself.

"So you chose to be in an ambiguous relationship with a man who doesn't seem to care that much about you? Who only hits you up when he needs someone to warm his bed?"

Your casual, friends-with-benefits relationship with Matt had gone on for well over eight months. At the very beginning, you both agreed on strictly no strings attached. He would come over, you would fuck, and at the end, he would leave. It started out as a once-in-a-while thing, then once a week, and now it had almost become a nightly basis. Your closet stored some of his comfy and formal clothes, your bathroom cabinet held his own hygiene items, and your pantry was stocked with his favourite teas. Matt had slept over so often that you felt like your place was his, too. Even your first aid kit got an upgrade as you equipped it with stuff you wouldn't need yourself so you could be more prepared for any injuries he might have. You knew Matt was Daredevil, knowing the danger he might face every night. It wasn't something he could hide from you. Not for as long as Matt tried to, anyway. After your discovery of Daredevil and Matt's acceptance of the fact that you knew, you started patching him up when his nights got rough, and he began to ask for your help more often. On those nights when his injuries weren't so grave, his fucking would get rougher as the extension of his waning wrath.

"No! You're wrong. It's not like that at all. He cares about me …."

You trailed off when the doubt crept in, making you unsure of yourself. Mindy caught on to your hesitation and gave you a concerned gaze. You couldn't help it, but you wanted to prove your friend wrong. After all, it only happened three weeks ago, and the memory was still fresh in your mind.

Your boss was in a particular mood that day. He scrapped the entirety of your careful research and made you go down the police station all the way in Brooklyn to obtain the paper documents yourself. You barely made it out of work and into a cab before eleven, slouching in the back seat as the toll of the day took over. Your feet ached from the heels, and your body was riddled with tension. You were so exhausted that once you came home, you headed straight for the shower to wash off the grime and sweat; the melody of your wind chime outside on the fire escape didn't even register in your ears. After the much-needed cleanse, you settled on the couch with greasy takeout and put on your show. You didn't even notice how the wind chime had gone quiet, turning into a gentle tune momentarily before three dull knocks on the window pane startled you.

Your attention turned to the window, recognizing the silhouette outside. You only realized then that you had forgotten to take the wind chime in – the form of communication you used to signal that you were waiting for him. The melody had almost become a permanent fixture on your fire escape. You hurried to the window and ushered Matt in.

"Sorry, I totally forgot that you were coming."

You felt guilty of your own forgetfulness for giving him a false signal, but a small part of you didn't. You wanted him to stay, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask him to. It felt like a violation of your agreement. And yet, you desperately did not want to be alone that night. All the turmoil in your head quickly evaporated as Matt closed the distance, discarding his mask before he reached you and pulled you in by your waist. He planted a hungry kiss on your lips, slowly smouldering to a lingering touch. You would be lying if you said his impatience didn't turn you on. You pulled away from him, feeling embarrassed when you remembered the chow mein you had, but Matt didn't seem to mind.

"What was that for?"

Your eyes drank in the messed up hair, the glossy unsighted eyes focused a lower point on your face, and the easy smile tugged at a corner of his plump, just-kissed lips. Everything added to the boyish charm you had come to love.

"It's been a while since I last saw you. I missed you."

His confession and the way he said it with a soft smirk made you melt. Matt wasn't one for sentimental statements, but when he was in the mood for it, he always knew how to make you weak in the knees. No matter how true the admission was, he knew you knew that this was no more than a casual arrangement. Crossing the boundaries was something of a figment.

"It's only been three days."

"I know. And I still missed you all the same."

He stepped even closer, slotting one leg between your open stance before slanting his lips over yours. You couldn't help but lean into the kiss and moan; your body arched into his embrace out of second nature. His soft lips found the pulse on your neck and sucked, marking the smooth skin there as if he deemed that it was missing his mark. His hands started pulling on your clothes, making your mind run wild with the possibilities of the night. But your muscles' cry for rest was louder. For the second time that night, you gingerly pulled away from his warm embrace, and the crestfallen look on his face once you had distanced yourself almost made you regret it.

"Is something wrong?"

He asked gently. None of the whining and all of the genuine concern. You sighed, running your hands over your face.

"It's not you. It's me. I had a pretty … shitty day at work, and I … I don't feel like doing this right now."

You quickly added.

"I hope that's okay."

His immediate response untied the knot in your belly.

"Of course it's okay. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. You know that, right?"

You lowered your gaze to the ground; your voice was small and quiet.

"I do, I just don't want to disappoint you, that's all."

Matt placed a hand under your chin, lifting your face so you could look at him.

"You could never disappoint me, no matter what."

You clasped a hand around the wrist that was hovering over your collarbone. With all the courage you could muster, you begrudgingly gave voice to the inescapable outcome of the night.

"Well, I guess I'll… see you later?"

His brows furrowed as if you were speaking a language he didn't know.

"What do you mean? You're not getting rid of me that easily."

In a fell swoop, Matt picked you up. He walked to the couch, gently laid you down on the plush surface and told you to stay still. You watched with wide eyes as he disappeared into your bathroom. You heard the water running, then shutting off, and Matt appeared only to vanish into your bedroom. You peeked over the couch as you heard him rummaging around what sounded like your bedside table, helping himself to its content. Eventually, he left the bedroom with your body oil mist. You braced yourself on your elbows, apprehensive and confused, when Matt asked you to remove your sweats.

"I'm just going to give you a massage. No funny business, I promise."

He urged you to lay back as he carefully folded your clothes and put them on the armchair nearby. He loosened the knots in your muscles, kneading at your sore limbs. His hands worked with so much tenderness and patience, smoothing the oil over your skin, making sure you were relaxed and comfortable. You practically melted into the couch once he was done with you, feeling the tension had long ebbed away.

You sighed happily; the touch of appreciation sweetened your voice.

"Thank you for that."

"You don't have to thank me. I'm here for you."

Matt smiled fondly at you, which deepened the crinkles around his eyes. And then, there was a brief moment of hesitation, as if he didn't know if he should say what he wanted to say.

"Do you want me to leave?"

He finally asked, his voice soft. The question seemed so small, yet, it made your heart soar, sending a familiar serotonin rush through your veins.

"No. Stay with me, please."

Matt slid onto the couch with you, cuddling you from behind. The space was a little cramped, but you were grateful for it for the way his body pressed up against you underneath the cozy blanket. The two of you watched your favourite show together. Still, you didn't pay much attention to it as your mind tried to soak up as much of this feeling as possible until you fell asleep. When you woke the next morning, he wasn't there. Yet, something felt different now that you had a taste of what it was like to be on the other side of the thorned fence.

Despite the "developement", you still felt unsure. And Mindy could tell that.

"If he cared about you like that, why haven't you made it official? Is there something holding you back?"

You bit your lip, your head lowered as you still tether at the edge of acceptance of your situation after an even more recent event.

"Actually, yeah …"

You thought you knew him better than most people did, but maybe, it was you who knew the least of all. You thought about last week when you were tasked with writing a piece on the new up-and-coming law firm in the middle of Hell's Kitchen that took down Wilson Fisk.

It was all a coincidence, but you didn't mind getting to observe Matt on a professional level. The business plate on the wall outside looked new and polished, contrary to the inside. The building was a little dingy but functional. When Foggy Nelson welcomed you into the small office, the sight you saw was all but welcoming. The glass panes did nothing to conceal the view of Matt being awfully cozy with a gorgeous woman, who you knew was Karen Page. She straightened his tie, and Matt was saying something to her, his soft lips close to the crown of her head. Karen laughed at his words, and in return, an easy smile spread across his face. The intimate scene made you feel like you were intruding on the two of them just by looking in. A lump formed in your throat, but you swallowed it down. It was no time for personal feelings and thoughts.

Still, the unpleasant feeling simmered and stayed with you throughout the interview until the very end. When the photographer showed up to take their photos for the newspaper, you bore witness to their intimacy once more. It was obvious to anyone that there was something between them, whether it was in the past or present. The way they held each other before your observant eyes manifested into something tangible that you could touch and couldn't compare. Their bond was something deeper than your relationship. That only aggravated your stubborn jealousy and how ashamed you felt afterward for feeling such fierce possessiveness over someone who wasn't even yours. He never was, never had been, and never would be. What you had was a casual agreement, and that was all to it. But you had to go ahead and fall for him.

The look on Mindy's face after you told her about Matt and Karen was one you knew too well. It was of pity, and you hated being on the receiving end.

"It sounds like he might have something going on with that woman. After all, you didn't agree to be mutually exclusive."

She took hold of your hand, giving it a squeeze as if to soften the blow she was about to deliver.

"I think you should reconsider your relationship. Being the other woman is not worth it, no matter how good in bed he is."

You couldn't stop the frown that formed on your lips, but you could control the trembling that almost broke in your lower lip. You jerked your hand away as if Mindy's touch seared you with shame. Your voice shook as your defensiveness raised itself around you.

"You don't know him like I do, okay? Stay out of it. I don't need your sage advice."

I don't need you to tell me how wrong I am. You wanted to say. You knew that already. Saying that out loud would mean admitting you were wrong about Matt, about the two of you, and about everything.

You grabbed your bag from the chair and walked out of the coffee shop, ignoring Mindy's calls. Your nose felt stung from the unshed tears, from the weight of your friend's words. You knew she only wanted good things for you, but she was wrong. She must be.

Even then, in your heart, you weren't so sure.

That night, you didn't think Matt would come. But you were thankful that he did. The moment you heard his familiar steps on the stairs, making his way up to you, you were already at the window, practically pulling Matt in once he reached you. You didn't even wait until he got even footing on the floor to kiss him senselessly, drawing a surprised gasp from him. He didn't seem to mind and quickly reciprocated. Moments later, your clothes were shed, letting your bare skin and laboured breaths fill the silence. Matt's hands ran all over your curves appreciatively, his lips tangled with yours fervently. He whispered on your lips when you parted to breathe.

"I missed you."

You heard that, Mindy? He said he missed me.

"I missed you too."

Your words drawled into a soft moan as he took your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled slightly. His hand settled on your ass, urging you to jump into his arms like you always would, and you did. The proof of his need for you pressed against your stomach, hard and unyielding. Matt shifted you in his arms, and you used the movement to graze your slick core around his shaft. Your arousal smeared on his length, and you couldn't stop the gasp at the feeling of him so close to your entrance. Matt found your bedroom easily and fell onto the soft sheets with you. You scuttled back to make room, and he followed you. You held yourself up by your elbows; a shiver ran through your body as you watched him stroke his cock a few times before teasing your entrance. His tip touched your wet folds, dragging and spreading the slickness along the slit. He stimulated your clit with his velvet head, and you whimpered at how good it felt. As you parted your lips to tell him to stop teasing you, he plunged in without warning, and the complaint from your throat became a blissed moan.

Matt stopped for a moment after fully sheathed inside you, his face tilted towards yours, allowing you to drink in the pure euphoria on his face. His mouth was open-slacked, his brows curved up in an acute focus of relief, his unsighted eyes lost in the heaven you shared. You rocked your hip to meet his, only to be stopped with his hands on your waist, his hold tight, but not enough to leave bruises.

"If you keep moving like that, I won't last very long."

You nudged your heel against his ass, and your thighs squeezed his hips like an invitation.

"I don't care. I need you. Please."

Something shifted in him when you begged, and your prayer was answered with a withdrawal and hard thrust of his hips. You cried out, letting yourself fall back on the mattress and allowing Matt to pound into you. Each delicious thrust brought you closer to the edge, but you used all of your willpower to hold on. You wanted to finish with him. Matt's body covered yours as he nudged your head to rest on the crook of his arm. He caged you in, encompassing you in a cocoon that was him. His fingers wove into your hair, pulling the strands slightly to draw out your moans. His face hovered over yours, and with the barely-there distance, you felt like you were observing a piece of art reserved for your eyes only. Matt was all-consuming, demanding your attention and submission in every sense possible. All you saw was his beautiful face, all you heard was his lustful cries, and all you felt was his fullness inside you, stealing your breaths. You succumbed to him fully, worshipping him with everything that was attached to your mortal shell.

Your cries of pleasure intertwined with his created a beautiful melody of primal desires. Your hands clawed at his back, without a doubt making marks. Matt only groaned louder at the claim you made on his back, enjoying the pain you inflicted on him. As you neared your end, your core clenched hard, and his thrusts only got rougher at the tell-tale sign of your finish line. You could feel how close he was with the way his pace stuttered. You took hold of his chin, and Matt took a brief moment to kiss your thumb.

"Let go. I've got you."

You whispered breathlessly as his deep strokes made it hard to talk. Matt drew your thumb into his mouth and bit on it, but it did little to muffle his grunts of release. The feeling of him filling you up triggered your own orgasm as you came with him. The white-hot pleasure made you arch your back, making your pebbled nipples graze his broad chest. Matt's hand came down to grope at one breast, massaging and playing with your nipple, making you gasp, moan, and writhe at the sensation. He dipped his head to the hardened peak and soothed its ache with the warmth of his mouth as if to apologize for the lack of attention he paid. When you finally came down from the high, Matt whisked you into a breathless, lingering kiss as if he never wanted it to end. You happily reciprocated, and at that moment, it really felt like he might have feelings for you.

A little while later, after Matt had helped you settle in bed and fetched you some water, he slipped into the spot beside you, nudging your head to rest on his chest. His fingers caressed your arm, raising goosebumps on your skin. You played with the ridges of his abs; your blissful mind ran wild with all the possibilities and hypotheses. You felt something different tonight, just like that night when he cuddled you to sleep.

"Hey, I was wondering …."

He hummed in reply, waiting for you to continue.

"We've been doing this for a while, and I … I wonder if anything has changed."

His hand still kept a steady rhythm on your arm.

"What has changed?"

"Us. Our relationship."

Matt turned his face towards you, and your heart chipped a little at the confusion. He took a moment before answering you.

"We both agreed on being strictly casual. So … no, nothing has changed."

The crack on your heart turned into splinters that kept falling down like a flimsy house of cards, and you weren't fast enough to catch all the pieces. Of course, Mindy was right. You were such a fool. How could you hope for something different after all this time?

"Where was my memo on this thing?"

Matt chuckled softly, seeming to please with the little joke he made. Even though his body was warm, you only felt colder than ever. You slowly removed yourself from him as if Matt had grown thorns, and every movement hurt. Once you left the bed, Matt braced himself on one elbow, an easy, nonchalant, suggestive air about him.

"Are you freshening up for round two?"

You sighed heavily.

"No, I'm tired, and I would like to go to bed."

When Matt didn't say anything, you quickly added.

"Besides, I have to get up early tomorrow."

It was not exactly the truth, but a half-lie would do just fine. It seemed like Matt got the hint as he got up and searched for his scattered clothes on the floor. Once decent, he made his way to you at the window sill; his hand reached out to touch your elbow.

"Are we okay?"

He asked with a touch of hesitation. You huffed an indulgent chuckle.

"Yes. We're okay. I've had a long day, with a lot to think about."

You forced yourself to smile, even though he couldn't see it. It was more for you, so you wouldn't physically surrender to the turmoil inside. Matt kissed your cheek softly, and you did everything not to avoid his affection.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

He left your apartment with the promise, one that you wouldn't blame him for not keeping. You stayed up until the morning, and throughout the day, you allowed everything Mindy said to torment you, driving and twisting the knife further until your heart was a mangled, broken piece of decoration in your chest. And you knew you deserved every single cut. You weren't stupid; you knew that you were in the wrong. You were blinded by the possibility of Matt reciprocating your feelings that you were all too happy to be the other woman despite all the red lights. But the answer he gave you last night was definite. There was no future for the two of you that wouldn't end in a crash and burn.

That night, your fire escape was dead quiet for the first time in months. You were home; Matt could tell by the rhythm of your heart inside your cozy place. No matter how many times he called your name and knocked on your window, you wouldn't welcome him in like you usually would. Matt left the bundle of flowers he brought you at your fire escape that night. They would stay where they were as he felt them wither away every night until they ceased to exist.

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𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫 [Matt Murdock]

Matt Murdock(college) x Reader

Sum. Matt can hear almost everything you do on your dorm. Everything.

Warning:Smut, Masterbation, Matt and reader being weirdos/pervs,

A/N: I wrote this for a friend in Wattpad and I'm like, why not share it here? So here it is. It's weird, old, and I wrote this while I was extremely sleep deprived. Also, this was heavily edited because, come on, the old one is shitty. Got to change shit up.

"I'm your dorm neighbor ! " You say as you look at two of the males in front of you.

"And you are?" The one with the long dirty blonde asked. "Oh, [Name]! I'm like 4 dorms away from yours." You respond.

"I'm Foggy, this is my friend and roommate, Matt."

"Well, it's nice to meet you two! My dorm room is [Number lol], so you two can come whenever. I have snacks and shit in my room."

"You wouldn't mind us going no-"

"Foggy, no." Matt says. "Foggy yes, we were invited Matt." He whispered in Matt's ear, which didn't work because you weren't even that far from them. "It's alright Matt, you two are always welcomed." You say while smiling.

"How come us?" Matt asked. "Well… I just trust you two." That's half a lie. Matt probably knew that but it wasn't exactly clear. You simply have a small crush on Matt Murdock and the only way to get along with him is this way.

"Fine, we can go. But for 20 minutes. I have to study." Matt says. Foggy cheers and holds Matt's arm out. "Take him to your room. I'll be there in like 3 minutes." Foggy says. You nod and wrap your arm with Matt's. "So, what is your Major?"

"Oh it's [idfk]. I kind of want to change it to [here put something]." You say as you open the door and let him walk in. You walked in and closed the door behind you. You lead Matt to your bed and make him sit down. "What snacks do you have?" He asked as he felt the sheet of your bed. It was some cheap sheet, but still soft. He moved his hands to his lap, feeling the palm of his hand get itchy from just a touch of it.

"Oh, chips, cookies and some noodles with soda and juice. You know, snacks?" You say the last part sarcastically, making Matt chuckle. "Noodles aren't a snack." Matt says. "Oh, well, it's dinner." He smiled and shook his head. "You want some tho?" You asked as you held the cup of noodles.

"Yes please." You nod and grab the cup of noodles and head to the bathroom dorm. You turned on the hot water and poured it in, back back in your dorm and placed it on the table. "How come you only have one bed?" Matt asked. While you were in the bathroom, he moved his cane straight and didn't feel anything.

He also felt your dorm being way smaller than his and Foggy's.

"Oh, I have a dorm to myself."

"How?" He asked.

"I got lucky. I won a dorm actually. So now I have it to myself." You sat down next to him. God, he's just so good looking. If you had the chance, you would right now kiss him, run your hand though that long hair of his and pull him closer. "That's interesting." He said, making you pop out of your mind. Matt then sniffed and smelled something familiar. "Is it chicken noodles?"

"Yeah, It's way better than shrimp."

"And I am here!" Foggy says as he walks in, startling you. You looked over at Matt and he seemed completely fine. "Holy shit, did you win the dorm?" Foggy asked as he looked around. "Yours is way smaller than ours." He comments.

"Yeah." You say. "It must be nice having your own dorm!" Foggy asked. "It actually is. Oh, and the snacks are on that table." You say, pointing at it. Foggy nods and grabs his snack. "Noodles are not a snack."

"It's dinner." Matt says. You smiled and nodded, agreeing.

Every time you got to walk past Matt, you'd look at him. But if he's with Foggy, you'd look down. It's embarrassing looking at someone for too long. Plus he's blind and people could see it wrong to look at a blind person for too long.

Matt knew you were looking at him. That's why he would walk past you whenever he could. He would go to the library and could smell your perfume you got as a gift from bath and body works that is now rare to buy at stores. He would walk past you and could hear your comments about his, as you say, "Fat ass". Guess that just means he has quite an ass to be looked at. You were walking to class, he'd be walking past. You would go to the store and bump into him and Foggy. He simply enjoys the smell of your perfume. It's pleasant and smells like warm baked cookies.

At this point, he wants to ask to touch your face like he did to Foggy's just to picture how he looks. But he also wants to picture you. Your eye shape, eyelash length, your nose shape, your cheeks, and your lips. God, your lips are what he wants to feel first then be able to kiss them. He's… falling for you. Everything you do to not get caught to even look at him makes him happy.

But one night, as Matt was by himself in his dorm(Foggy decided to stay at his mother's place for 3 days) studying, he could listen to almost everyone in their dorms. It could be someone studying too, be with a friend and spill some tea, making out, or someone snoring. He's gotten used to this. But what he enjoyed the most was hearing you talk. Your voice is pleasant too. You could be on the phone talking about the most random thing, or talk to yourself about him or something so random that it gets him interested. But today, you weren't talking. You were groaning and moaning…

But with something special.

"M-Matt… ah…"

You were touching yourself as you thought of him. You were rubbing yourself as your free hand touched your breast. He could smell your arousal from here and God, that perfume you always wear. You were doing all of this because of him. He'd wish he could walk in and touch all the places you wanted to be touched at. He felt his own arousal and got up from the chair. He walks to his bed and sits down. Matt couldn't believe he's going to get off to you. But so are you, it's a win win.

He pulled his pants down and let his cock come out. It was a relief to finally have it out of his boxers. It was getting tighter and tighter as he headed you moan louder. He could hear you muffle up your mouth with your pillow. He moved his hand to his dick and started to pump it. He moved his thumb to the tip to feel the precum on his tip. He bit his lip as he started to move his hand up and down. Matt went at the pace your fingers did. You would go from fast to slow. A perfect pace for him. He gasped as he heard you once again call his name.

"M-Matt… t-there…" You begged as you went dipper inside you. Matt gasped as he touched the tip and rubbed it and went down to pump himself once again. Fuck, you were so beautiful. He simply wished to be with you. He would eat you and taste you, kiss you, fuck you doggy style, tell you to sit on his face just to make you rub your clit on his nose as he eats you out. He wants to do all of that to you. Matt wants to make you moan and please you, make you his.

He moves his head down and whimpers at the thought of that. His hair falls on his face, making it stick on his forehead from the sweat. He ran his fingers through his hand and moved them to the side. He breathes in and lets out a pleasure sigh. He was getting close soon.

"F-Fuck… so… good…" Matt bit his bottom lip as he kept pumping his cock. He's so glad he got the room for himself at least for 3 days. "Fuck…" Matt whimpered out. He then heard you speed up. You were whining and whimpering. He sped up himself and let out a shaky sigh as he rubbed his tip with the rest of himself. He lay on the bed and moved his free hand to his chest.

You arch your back as you feel your climax approaching. Oh how badly you wanted Matt to do all the stuff you were imagining right now. How badly you wanted his cock inside you. You want to be his little cock warmer too. To move from time to time even. You gasped and rolled your eyes back as you held onto the sheets and it went blank. You pant as you moved your fingers out of your cunt and layed there for some seconds.

Matt moaned as he soon cummed himself. He lays on his bed for a few seconds and pants. He tries to pant quietly just to hear you. "I need a shower."

"So do I." Matt said and grabbed some tissues. He wiped the cum off his stomach and hands. He sighs and cannot believe what he did.

You groaned and felt so embarrassed. "I'm so sorry Matt." You said and grabbed your clothes and towel with everything you needed. You couldn't believe you did that. To have thought of Matt while you were pleasing yourself. Do you feel some kind of regret?

No…

Because you had a good orgasam that took your stress from college away

Are you embarrassed?

Kinda?

You cleaned yourself and went to the bathroom. You looked in front of you and saw Matt. It suddenly felt your face get hot as your heart was a beating mess. Matt tried his best not to smile as he felt your body get hot. "Hey Matt."

"Hey [Name]." Matt says. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Oh, going to shower. I needed one today cuz I'm sweaty from cleaning my room." Full of lies. And Matt knew that. "I'm showing too. I needed one too."

Now it's awkward…

"Wanna hang out later today?" Matt asked. "Oh, is Foggy coming-"

"No, he went to stay at his mom's place for 3 days. We could go out and eat then head back and do something." Matt says. "S-Sure! Sounds good to me! Just let me get ready and I'll knock at your door to tell you." You say smiling. Matt smiled and nodded. "Alright then, see you later [Name]."

"Yeah, see ya." Matt walked away and he knew you were looking at his ass again. He chuckled and heard your little cheer. "What an amazing ass." You whispered.

Matt couldn't help but laugh a little.

[a-edgar-allan-hoe]

The Medusa of Hydra

Bucky x Mutant!Reader, Matt Murdock x Mutant!Reader Part 3

A/N: Part three is here y’all! I hope you enjoy it and let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list. Feedback is much appreciated! 💕💕💕

Summary: Imagine being the daughter of Wolverine and an FBI agent. You used to be a part of Bucky's past. A distant part of his past that he had forgotten over time, until one day, he sees your face shadowed behind the public eye, like an apparition, almost as if you didn't exist. Confused over your existence and questioning whether what he saw was real, broken memories of you come flooding back to him, and Bucky finds himself scrambling to search for clues that would lead to who you are and why he feels as if he had seen you before. You on the other hand had moved on, starting a new life for yourself and even finding yourself working with a certain lawyer. After the horrors you faced, you wanted to leave your past behind you, eventually forgetting mostly everything that ever happened. That is until the former Winter Soldier brings those memories all back.

Warnings: language, depictions of gore and violence

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 4 , Part 5

Bucky's Pov

A silence had passed between the two soldiers, a silence that had written words through the air without the use of speech, words that described exactly how the two men were feeling from the expressions that were painted on their faces. And their feelings were anything but content in the moment. Bucky’s eyes searched Sam’s vacant face, looking for any clue that might give away the thoughts that ran through the man’s head. Anything, just about anything would help Bucky to understand how Sam had handled the information he had just revealed.

"Wait wait, hold on. A mutant? You mean to tell me, that Hydra, had ahold of a damn mutant, this whole time?" Sam blinked with a shake of his head, his face contorted into a range of emotions that mostly consisted of disbelief. He couldn't believe what Bucky was telling him. "Why am I just now hearing about this?”

"Maybe because I didn’t remember.” Bucky snarked back. “The reason you didn’t hear about this and why no one knows about it is because the Soviets and Hydra made sure to keep her well hidden, Hydra even more so after they captured her from the Soviets right after she nearly tried to tear my head off.”

“She nearly what?” Sam raised his brows, inching back in his seat to get a better look at the man before him as if to decipher whether he was facing a clown or just a sad old man with a case of delusions.

“She was sent to kill me remember.”

“How do you not remember that?”

“I don’t know. It’s all still a bit blurry.”

“Okay but how do you not remember some Kill Bill ass chick that almost killed you?”

“I just didn’t.”

“Pfft. I sure as hell would.” Sam snorted. “I'm sorry, but if some crazy ass woman tried to kill me-“

“Are you going to let me explain?” Bucky rolled his eyes, annoyed with how Sam kept interrupting him.

“Sorry.”

“As I was saying. She was Hydra’s top-top secret weapon, even more than me. It took me a lot of digging today to get ahold of whatever information Hydra had of her. She was like their prized possession, and not only did they use her for assassinations, but they also used her to spread fear amongst their enemies and even bend others to her will, or rather Hydra’s will." Bucky explained as he sat back on his couch, pouring himself and Sam a glass of beer.

"What do you mean by spread fear? Is she some kind of boogeyman?"

"You get squeamish easily?"

"No, why?" Sam quirked a brow at the question. Something didn’t sit right with him and he could not pinpoint why. Why on earth would Bucky ask if he gets sick easily. Sam thought to himself. "Barnes what the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm just making sure, just don't say I didn't warn you." Bucky reached over to grab another folder off the floor before handing it to Sam. A part of him did not wish to show Sam the contents that sat inside the thick piece of manila paper, the same contents that consisted of photographs that horrified even the former assassin himself.

Sam anxiously took the file from Bucky's hands, his dark eyes inspecting the closed manila folder in front of him before glancing up at the serious expression that sat on the soldier's face. "Buck, what's in here?"

"Photos......of crime scenes."

Sam glanced back down at the folder that lay nestled between his hands, his heart beating slightly faster than normal. An icy cold shiver crawled up his spine like the legs of a centipede, its pin-like legs pricking the areas of skin on the center of his back. What exactly is shown in the photographs? The moment Sam opened the folder, he immediately brought his fist up to his mouth in horror, his eyes widening at the picture before him. His hands felt cold and a twisting sensation formed at the pit of his stomach, and he originally would have dropped the file if it wasn't for his composure. Sam had seen many things in his life, but none of them compared to this. What was displayed in the file shocked the former pararescueman. There in the photo of a crime scene lay bodies in pools of blood, bodies that were dismembered and mutilated. It looked as if a large animal or beast had ravaged through the area and attacked them. Some of the photos showed bodies that had been burnt to an extreme degree. If Bucky hadn't told him the photos were taken of crime scenes, Sam would've thought they were screenshots from some slasher film. "My god." Sam breathed out. He could almost taste the bile in the back of his throat as he flipped through the other grisly pictures. "Is this? Did she?"

".............yes." Bucky noticed the look on Sam’s face. “You’re not going to puke all over my floor are you?”

"What? No. But....how?" Sam asked him. He couldn't understand how a single person could cause such monstrosity, such violence. And to think you were roaming free amongst the public. Not only that, but you were now working for the FBI.

"I don't know."

"James, these bodies are missing limbs and half of them look like they’ve been barbecued.”

"Look, I can't exactly remember her abilities, it's all a bit foggy. But if she's capable of this," Bucky sighed as he pointed towards the photographs, "Then she's extremely dangerous. That's why I need your help."

Your Pov

"Hey." You called out to Yelena once you had just changed into some jeans and threw on a dark wool coat over your sweater, stepping out of your bedroom to see that she had already changed into her pajamas, sitting on your couch with your cat curled up next to her. "My dad's in town and is inviting me over for dinner. You're welcome to watch whatever you want on TV, I got all the streaming services on there. And feel free to order some take-out." You handed her some cash. "Just don't make a mess."

"When will you be back?"

"Not late, so long as he doesn't get himself into trouble."

"Is that normal?" Yelena furrowed her brows. She had not met your father yet, but she had heard a lot about him and the stories tended to be less than pleasant. Sometimes she wondered how the hell you were his daughter, though you did inherit a few things from him.

"Eh, not really. But there's always that one asshole that wants to pick a fight with him."

Yelena scoffed, shaking her head at the thought of whatever poor fellow that ever happens to get in you or your dad's way. "Hopefully no one becomes that unfortunate tonight."

"Tell me about it." You rolled your eyes, grabbing your badge and gun off the counter as you remembered all the times you had to drag your hot-headed father out of a mess. "Well, I'll be back as soon as I can. Dosvedanya.”

"Dosvedanya. Don’t kill anyone.”

You had arrived a few minutes early to the pub your dad wanted to meet at, the same pub that was just a couple blocks away from your apartment. The place was like a hole in the wall when you had first discovered it, a bit old and dusty and filled with history, a place where just a few locals would go to. But the owners had recently decided to renovate it to bring back the ambiance that was originally there, and since then, the place had attracted more customers. The pub used to be a speakeasy during the period of prohibition in the 1920s, and though you weren't much of a drinker, you would sometimes come here after a long day of work, tucking yourself away in a booth in the corner and eating whatever meal you were in the mood for. They were mostly famous for their fish tacos, burgers, and shepherd's pie, but they had a decent selection and good food, enough to keep you satisfied. You slowed down on your speed once you saw the pub up ahead before pulling up to the curb and parking a few cars down. All the spots closer the pub were unfortunately taken. The local rock station had been playing through your car's stereo before you shut it off, the low rumbling of the engine coming to a stop once you took your keys out of the ignition before stepping out of your black 1968 Camaro SS.

"Nice ride." A gruff voice suddenly called out from behind you, making you jump and drop your keys.

"Shit!" You breathed out, turning around to see your father standing before you with his hands in his pockets and a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

"Dad! What the hell?"

"I thought you don't scare easily."

"I don't." You rolled your eyes, reaching down to pick up your keys.

"How've ya been?" Your dad threw an arm around your shoulder to pull you in for a hug before placing a kiss at the top of your head. "Haven't seen you in forever."

"I know. I've been meaning to call but I've been held up with work." You gave an apologetic smile.

"I see you got yourself a new car."

"Yeah. It was a bit of a rust bucket when I first got it but, I managed to fix it back up like brand new." You stuck your hands inside your coat pockets, shivering slightly against the cold night breeze as he inspected the exterior and interior of your classic Camaro. You almost wished you had worn a scarf as you clenched your jaw against the cold weather.

"Not bad.” He nodded his head with an impressed look on his face. “I like the white racing stripes.”

“Well, I had a great teacher.” You smiled, remembering to the earlier days when your father would pop open the hood of his old truck, his rough hands smeared in grease as he taught you everything there was to know about cars while the two of you reeked of motor oil by the time he was done teaching you how to repair and set up a certain part of a car.

“Well it definitely is a hell of a lot better than that junk you had before."

"You mean my old Toyota?" You chuckled. "Sadly that thing was starting to break down. But at least it got me from point A to point B."

"Well it's a hell of an improvement. I might even say I'm jealous." He smirked as the two of you started to head towards the bar.

"Jealous of my Camaro? Hey now, what about your dear ole Harley?" You looked up at him, referring to his beloved motorcycle.

"Oh, then in that case, my bike is better."

"Please. I think your bike is shit." You scoffed as he held the door open for you to go in first, the music playing from the pub’s speakers reaching your ears once you stepped foot in.

"Hey, watch your language." He narrowed his eyes down at you. "Don’t hurt my bike's feelings.”

"Too bad." You smirked, going over to an empty booth that sat against the wall.

"Geez. It's pretty busy tonight." Your dad looked around at the interior of the place, eyeing the loud bunch of individuals that scattered the place before sitting down opposite you. The pub looked much different than when he last visited. "They do some redecorating or what?"

"Yeah. They remodeled it a couple months back. Wanted to give it the original speakeasy vibe." Your gestured with your hands, your eyes tracing over the red brick walls, the mix of dark red velvet and leather seats, and the variety of old style lamps that hung from the ceiling. "Ever since then we've had newcomers. It's not as busy tonight though. Usually this place is packed."

“Looks good."

"Well look who it is. If it isn’t little miss FBI.” The local waitress, Makenna, came over to your table energetically. She was a young woman roughly around your age with freckles that lined her face and tousled curly hair and warm hazel eyes, trailing behind her light and flowery perfume wherever she went. “I didn't expect you here."

"Yeah, my dad is in town so we thought we'd have dinner here." You smiled before gesturing to your dad.

"Ma'am." Your dad gave her a polite smile.

"Well it's nice to meet you Y/n's dad. Now what can I get started for the two of ya?"

You originally would have opted for a glass of lemonade but since it was cold outside you decided on a cup of hot chocolate. Hot coffee would have just made you more awake than you wanted to be. “Hot cocoa please.”

"And for you sir?"

"I'll have a whiskey please, thanks ma'am."

"Alrighty." Makenna handed you the menus. "I'll let the two you decide on what to order and I will be back with your drinks."

"Thanks Mak." You smiled before looking at the menu with your elbow propped up on the table, your hand pressed against your cheek to hold up your head. "So how's teaching? The students causing any trouble?"

"It's going well. Wish some of the students had some more interest in the subject." Your dad answered as he laid the menu out on the table before him.

"Well it is history. Not many kids are fans of that. But then again, maybe you're just boring."

"Haha. Very funny." He laughed sarcastically before pulling out a lighter.

"You know smoking is bad for you right." You didn't even skip a beat once you heard the click of his lighter, your eyes glued to the different enticing dishes that lined the menu as you went through each one deciding what to get.

“Yeah yeah.” Your father muttered under his breath, a cigar hanging loosely from his mouth as he brought the lighter up to the end.

You glanced up from under your lashes, eyeing the lighter in his hands and extinguishing the small flame with a squint of your eyes before watching with amusement the look of disappointment that now sat on his face.

"Geez, since when did you become so bossy?"

"Since I was officially your daughter."

"Great. Now my own offspring is pushing me around.”He playfully rolled his eyes, staring at his cigar and lighter hesitantly before putting them away. “How's work?"

"Oh you know. Same ole." You mumbled out, choosing not to go into details especially since most of the work you dealt with were not to be shared with anyone outside of the bureau. But even if you could, the other reason you did not wish to share the details of the cases you were working on was because of the horrific stuff that you had seen and how it was starting to take a toll on you both mentally and physically. You knew that if your father had found out about it, about the dangerous situations you put yourself in when tracking down a cold-blooded psychopath, or the many sleepless nights you spent staring at the files and photos of the evidence that scattered your living room floor, trying to piece them all together like a deranged Sherlock Holmes, he would have tried to pull you out. Little did you know, your father saw through the facade you built up and already had an idea of what you were going through. He wasn’t an idiot. Once you had stepped into a well lit area, he had immediately noticed the dark circles that hung under your eyes beneath your layer of concealer, and the way your hair was just a tad bit out of place despite your effort to smooth it into place. He knew the toll your line of work was going to take on you, and a part of him wished you’d resign and take on teaching or even something more alleviating. But he also became aware of why you took up this job in the first place. It was your way of redemption, a sort of atonement for the evils of your past.

“Have you thought about settling back in at your mom’s place in England? She left you her fortune there. You could live a more than decent life.” Your dad brought up, hoping that by bringing up the idea he might motivate you to live a simpler life. Seeing you like this troubled him. The last time he saw you, you looked healthier, more alive.

“You mean go live in that big ole manor all by myself?” You snorted. “It’s going to take a lot from me to go back to that hell hole, especially after all the shit I had to go through. Don’t get me wrong, the place itself and the grounds are beautiful but….it’s still got some bad juju lingering there.”

“Fair enough. What about the money there?”

“I mean, I’ve taken out some of the gold and used it but, a lot of that stuff was mom’s ya know. I kinda want to leave it alone.”

“Just make sure to take care of yourself.”

"Here you go." Makenna came back with your drinks, setting them on the table before pulling out her notepad. "Ya ready to order?"

"Yes. Can I please get the three street fish tacos, chips, and a side of guacamole and salsa? And can you make it spicy please?"

"Sure thing? And you sir?"

"I'll uh have the southern bbq burger, a side of the garlic parmesan fries, and a side of baked beans."

"Anything else?"

"No thanks."

"That'll be it. Thanks Mak." You handed her the menus.

"Alrighty then. I'll have that ready for ya as soon as possible." Mak took the menus from you before heading off into the kitchen.

"So how's everyone else at the school?" You asked, wrapping your fingers around your warm cup of cocoa before pulling it close to your chest. You blew softly on the hot liquid to cool it down before taking a sip, humming slightly at the rich taste.

"They're good. Everyone misses you back there." He took a sip of his whiskey.

"Do they? I'll guess I'll have to plan a visit soon."

“You should come by and teach a few classes.”

“I’d love to, but unfortunately my schedule is packed.” You sighed as you leaned back in your seat. “Even then, what am I supposed to teach? Psychology? The makings of a serial killer and how to catch them?”

“If you like. You could even teach art or poetry like you enjoy. I can work something out with the other professors.”

“I appreciate that dad, I really do. But I’ve got a lot of unsolved cases right now.”

“Understandable. Have you thought about using your-you know, to help find-“ Your father lifted his fingers to his head, referring to one of your abilities.

“I have. But it’s hard. I try not to use my abilities much, but when I do, I still have some issues navigating it. If mom was alive maybe it would have been different.” You spoke, the last part coming out bitterly though you had not intended it to. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine. A part of you blames me, I get it. Some days I find myself doing the same, wishing I had done things differently.”

“Well it’s not entirely your fault.” You mentioned, your fingers picking at the chestnut wood grain of the table. “Besides, you were on the other side of the world and you didn’t know about her situation or me being born. To be honest, if anyone is to blame its mom’s psycho dad.”

“You never talked about him.”

“Yeah well I’d rather not to be honest. And he’s dead anyways so who gives a shit. I just….I really miss her you know.” You stared down at the table and stopped scratching your nails against the wood once you saw how you chipped of the finishing they had coated on there. Shit, I hope Mak doesn’t notice, you thought. The air around you shifted from what it was, a slight difference than the calmness that was there before.

“So do I kid, so do I.”

Your food had arrived shortly after, and not much was spoken between your father and you. The atmosphere seemed quieter, solemn even, and if someone were to pass by your table they would have thought that you both looked like the brooding bounty hunters of an old western. Your father and his whiskey and you and your…hot cocoa? If anything, your rbf which you so greatly inherited from your father did not help to the situation as the two of you were currently too busy dwelling on the past and what ifs before you finally decided to speak up again. “So, you got anything new going on?”

“Actually, I need a favor.”

“Depends on the favor.” You stole a fry from your dad’s plate, chuckling at his offended reaction before shoving the buttery and cheesy fry in your mouth.

“I’m going to be out of town for a month or two doing some errands.” Your dad reciprocated your action by stealing a chip from your side of the table. “So I need you to look after your little sister for a while.”

“You mean Laura?” You looked up, nearly choking on your food.

“Well I ain’t got any other kids, so yes, Laura. Why? I thought you two got along.”

“I mean she’s a cool kid but, I’m pretty sure she hates me.”

“No she doesn’t,” your dad rolled his eyes, stopping for a moment to think of an explanation for her behavior. “She’s just……quiet.”

“No shit.” You scoffed.

“Hey, watch your language.”

“Dad, in the time that I have known her, she has refused to speak a single word to me. All she does is glare.”

“That’s just her face.”

“Right, like father like daughter.”

“Well you’re my kid too. Only thing different from you and Laura is that you’ve got a smart-mouth, and it’s going to get you in a helluva lot of trouble one day.”

“Well I did get that from you.”

“Hey.” He verbalized with a strict tone of voice before breaking into a smirk, amused at your little banter. In many ways you did remind him of himself.

You stopped mid chew of your taco, staring off into the distance and glancing over at some of the families that sat at the tables, thinking about what your dad had said. Maybe it would be a good thing to bond with your sibling, considering every one else in your family was dead. Your father and sister were the only two left that shared your blood, and even though Laura was your half sister, she was still your family. “I’ll watch over Laura for you.”

“You will?” Your dad looked up, surprised at you accepting.

“Yeah. I think it could be a good to thing to bond with Laura, you know.” You couldn’t tell if you were lying to yourself or him. You already had a lot on your plate but you didn’t want to leave your dad without options.

“Thanks y/n. I appreciate it. I’ll stop by in the next day or so to drop her off.”

“Don’t mention it.” You spoke between a mouthful of food. “She just better not trash my place or else I’m going to feed her nothing but spinach.”

“Y/n? Is that you?” You heard someone call out from afar, and as you craned your head around the booth you saw two men walking towards your table, the both of them wearing business suits and their ties loosened around their neck after a long day of work. One of the men in particular had caught your attention, one whom you had shared some history with, the dark haired one who wore a pair of dark blood red tinted glasses that you recognized all too well.

“Oh fuck me.” You cursed under your breath as the long haired one looked in your direction, waving his hand above his head with a shit eating grin on his face. Shit shit shit. You began to pray for some miracle that would make them go back to where they came from as you turned back around in a swift movement, letting your hair fall over your face in a poor attempt to hide yourself. Out of the abilities you already had, you wished you were able to turn invisible, or at least disappear into thin air in order to escape unpleasant situations. But to your disappointment, you possessed neither of those, and you couldn’t just start a fire as means of diversion no matter how much you wanted to.

“You know em?” Your father tensed up once he saw your reaction, his bulky fists balled up on top of the table and a grim look in his watchful eyes. You thought his glass of whiskey would shatter in his hands from the way his knuckles turned white from clutching it. At first he assumed them to be one of your colleagues from the bureau, those “cocky-suited-sons-of-bitches” as he would usually call them after his previous entanglement with them, but your facial expressions proved otherwise. If they were not the feds, then who the hell were they and why were you avoiding them?

“Mhm. Just don’t look and maybe they’ll go away.” You hissed, bringing your hand up to the side of your face.

“Hey y/n!” The same man now spoke, an energetic grin plastered on his face now that they both stood in front of your table. It was too late to hide now and you simply could not just brush them off. Damn it. You should have picked up on their scent before they even stepped foot out of their car. But for these past years, you had been so caught up trying to blend in to your workplace and life in general, you had forgotten how to use some of your abilities that would have been proven useful for moments such as now.

“Hi Foggy.” You smiled back. You didn’t mind Foggy. If anything, you always got along with him. Sure, there were those days where he was absolutely terrified of you after finding out your history, but with time he shortly began to ease up to you and brushed off the horrors of your past, even though it took a while. On the other hand, it was his best friend that somehow managed to go out of his way to purposely get on your nerves, or at least that’s what you believed. At first it started off with teasing and throwing humorous insults at each other with you being the one with the sharp tongue, eventually leading Foggy to dub you “the ice queen” for the many times that you and his best friend roasted each other. It started off as nothing in the beginning, just a simple acquaintance between friends that worked on cases together, that is until you began to develop feelings for the blind bastard. What started off as a little crush led to something more, something entirely different, something you were not accustomed to due to your years spent in isolation and solitude. Being the obstinate and indifferent person that you were, you didn’t recognize how you felt towards him. You were blinded by your own disregard for the matters of the heart. And after finding out the reasons for the sudden new habits that emerged when being in his presence; such as your new inability to breath or speak which led you to stutter, the fluttering in your stomach and the racing of your heart, you began to fall into denial.

For some time you hated how you felt. You hated how being around him made you nauseous. But more than anything, you were scared, scared to get close. So you did the only thing you knew how to do. You shut him off. But despite your efforts, the one thing that still afflicted you was the wound that he had managed to leave on you. When he had found out about your past, about the things you had done, the last words he uttered to you pierced through your very soul. And though those words weren’t much or in any way harmful, you could not shake off the energy he gave off. You did not have to read his mind to know how he felt about you. It was like he was repulsed by your very presence, like he no longer saw you as his friend and instead saw you as some kind of monster. Even though time had healed your wound into a bruise-a thin layer of tape to patch up and hold together whatever was left, all the tape in the world could not erase the hole that still existed in your chest. But life works in strange ways, and the things he had said to you was the push you needed to leave. So that is exactly what you did. You left. And you hadn’t spoken a word to him since. But now, once again fate had dug its shriveled little fingers into the web that was your life and tossed him onto your path. And now that he stood right next to you, being in his presence made you feel beyond awkward and you blamed yourself for feeling anything in the first place. If you had not done the things that you had done or felt the things that you had felt, you wouldn’t have had to worry about crossing paths with him ever again.

“I thought I recognized your voice.” The one with the glasses voiced, setting his cane in front of him as a small smug smirk sat on his face while you glared at him. “I would say you look great today but you know.” He stopped, tapping his glasses before turning his head slightly towards Froggy and speaking in a hushed tone. “Wait what is she wearing?”

“Um fall attire to be exact. You know, her docs, jeans, a black sweater and that old dark gray wool coat that she thrifted. She’s kind of giving off sad poet vibes.”

“Oh……ok.” The man with the glasses nodded, slightly puzzled at Foggy’s description of you before whispering to him again. “Why isn’t she saying anything?”

“She’s uh glaring, at you specifically. It’s a look she gives where she looks like she’s about to cut you, Norman Bates slash Wednesday Addams style. I was going to say Jack Torrance from The Shining but-“

“You know I can hear you both right.” You squinted before finally acknowledging the one with the glasses. “Hi Matt.”

“Hi y/n.“

“Woah. Who’s this lumberjack looking guy?” Foggy looked over at your very unamused father, backing slightly away from his side of the table and nearing yours as if you were going to be the one to protect him from this burly man.

“Who the hell are you two?” Your dad snapped back. His face had now turned into a scowl from Foggy’s description of him.

“Guys, say hi to my dad.”

“Oh shit my bad. Hi y/n’s dad.” Foggy grinned as his face turned red from embarrassment, his smile quickly dropping afterward due to your father’s expression. “Tough crowd.”

“Nice to meet you sir.” Matt gave a polite smile.

“Dad, this is Foggy and Matt. They’re uh lawyers.”

“Lawyers huh.” Your dad took a sip of his whiskey, eyeing the both of them suspiciously. Yet his sharp eyes were watchful over Matt like a hawk after witnessing the few words you two shared and the tension that clouded you both like a thick fog. “How do you know each other?”

“A case.” Matt and you jumped to answer.

“Yeah?” Your dad quirked a brow. “Who’s case?”

“Mine.” The both of you answered once again at the same time as if you were on a game show. Your felt your face heat up by the minute as you silently prayed that your father didn’t get any ideas so that you wouldn’t have to be the subject of his incriminating questions.

You clenched your jaw in annoyance before giving Matt a quick side glare, something that you had done most often out of habit when you were around each other more, even despite his lack of sight. Straightening your back against your seat, you used your telepathic abilities to communicate with him, the one thing you had learned a while back from a friend of yours. “Will you please shut that mouth of yours and let me do the talking?”

“Y/n? I uh-thought you wouldn’t do that again.” Matt parted his lips in surprise before returning his face to a resting position, knowing damn well the only reason you would try to talk to him in such a discreet way.

“Yeah well it’s hard not to when you’re being such a dumbass. Now shut up and let me do the talking before you ruin anything.” You cleared your throat before explaining further to your dad. “Matt, Foggy and I have helped with each other’s cases in the past. I’ll sometimes have their insight on the stuff that I am working on that aren’t classified and they sometimes like my input as well because you know, two heads are better than one, or three.”

Matt nodded with a smile before referring to you. “You can get some pretty useful information from an Oxford grad.”

“You mean a Hogwarts grad.” Foggy smirked before frowning slightly at the looks your dad gave him. “You know, because they used Oxford to film the scenes for Hogwarts………never mind.” Foggy trailed off before pressing his lips together in a firm line and avoiding your father’s stare.

“………I’m going to grab some more whiskey.” Your dad grumbled before getting up from his seat and heading to the bar after the look you gave him. A look that meant you needed some privacy to work your shit out.

You watched your dad leave, waiting for him to reach the bar on the other side of the pub before snapping your head towards the two pesky and cloddish lawyers. “Okay what the fuck. The hell are you two doing all the way down here from Hell’s Kitchen?”

“Foggy and I were just stopping by on our way. What brings you in to a bar?” Matt asked you.

“I live here.”

“You live in this bar?” Foggy gasped.

“I meant I live here as in near here. Not literally here in the bar.”

“Ohhh.”

“Okay cut the crap. You gonna tell me why you drove nearly half an hour here or do I have to pry the answers out myself.”

There was a brief silence between the two, clashing against the noise of the music and the pub itself as Foggy looked at Matt for reassurance before responding. “We uh, we need your help.”

“Fucks sake. Help with what?”

“A case.” Matt answered. “Something is fishy about this one but for some reason I can’t get a good reading out of it.”

“You got a file?”

“Nooottt with me no. It’s in Foggy’s car.”

“Okay, I can grab it later when I’m done with my dinner.”

“Actually.” Foggy pursed his lips, a look of embarrassment and guilt written across his face. “Now that I think about it. I think I left it back in the office.”

“Wait what?” Matt raised his brows at Foggy’s statement, his cheeks turning ever so slightly pink at the thought of looking like a fool in front of you.

“Well that’s great. So you drove all the way here for nothing basically.” You gave a tight lipped smile, your fingers drumming against the table in slight irritation. “How convenient.”

“I’m sorry.” Foggy hissed. “Please don’t like fry my brain or anything like that.”

“Foggy, relax. I’m not going to do that.” You sighed, pushing the loose strands of hair out of your face before pinching the bridge of your nose. “I guess I’ll just stop by sometime tomorrow and pick it up.”

“Oh okay. Sounds like a plan.” Foggy smiled, internally excited to have you visit their office once again. “Can I uh-can I see your badge again.”

“Sure.” You pulled your leather badge case out of your coat pocket and handed it to him, watching with amusement as he flipped the thing open and stared starry eyed at your shiny golden badge like a little kid given a sticker.

“So cool.” Foggy gaped before handing it back to you.

“Well.” You cleared your throat, casting your eyes away from Matt. “I appreciate you guys dropping by to say hello, but I’m afraid I should retire for the night. It was nice seeing you Foggy. I’ll text you tomorrow to let you know when I’ll be on my way.” You got up from your seat, giving Foggy a smile and a pat on the shoulder before squeezing past them to find your dad.

Matt had not uttered a single word as you walked away, closing his eyes in despondency as your deep and woodsy perfume that reminded him of herbs and incense drifted past him like a faint reminder of the what he had lost. He knew you did not want to speak to him. It was obvious in your lack of words and the coldness you gave off like a thick and dense fog that blanketed an abandoned lighthouse. Matt know understood what you must had felt when he showed you that same coldness the last time he saw you. And there was nothing more he wanted than to apologize for what he had done.

By the time you reached your father at the bar, he had already finished his second glass of whiskey. You brushed off the concerned look he gave you, telling him it was nothing and that they just needed your help with a few things. After all, you weren’t exactly lying. After paying for your food you walked your father out to his bike, bidding him farewell before watching him leave into the blackness of the lamp lit streets. With a tired sigh, you turned around and headed towards where your car was parked, stuffing your hands in your pockets and staring at your feet against the pavement. A few cars had passed by to your right, either on their way home or on their way to work graveyard. It was quiet out, and the noise of the pub began to die out as you made your way down the block to where your car was parked at the end. You began to softly hum to yourself, kicking away some of the browned leaves that had fallen on the sidewalk until you had the sense that someone was following you. Sniffing the air, you picked up on a scent that you did not recognize. The unfamiliar smell belonged not only to one person, but two. You quickened your pace, hoping that the people were just coincidentally behind you in order to avoid any confrontation. But they did the opposite of what you had hoped for, they began to match your footsteps. With a swift movement, you ducked into the nearest alley on your left, hiding in the shadows to throw off whoever was on your trail.

“Yo. Where’d she go?” You heard one of them call out.

“I don’t know. She was just here.” You heard the other the other one say, his voice growing louder.

With your heart pounding in your chest, you heard a pair of footsteps approaching. And as you stared down at the dim lamp lit sidewalk, you saw the shadow of the person inch around the corner, slowly getting larger. In one quick move you grabbed the nearest person and pulled him into the shadows before slamming him against the brick wall, bringing your fist up just as two metal claws pierced through the layer of skin between your knuckles.

“Who are you?” You hissed, your claws glinting in the light as you pressed them closer to the neck of the man trapped in your hold, just enough to barely graze against his skin.

“Bucky?!” You heard the other man shout, whipping your head to the side to see him skid to a stop beside you, his eyes wide with horror as he stared at your hands. “What in the-“

“Who the hell are you? And who the hell is Bucky?”

[allllium]

- ♡ Masterlist ♡ -

- Matt Murdock / Daredevil -

- Oneshots -

↳ Cuddles ~ [Fluff] ~ [Tired Matt coming home from patrol]

↳ Cat ~ [Fluff] ~ [Reader finds a "cat"]

↳ I Promise I'll Try ~ [Angst] ~ [Reader stays up for Matt]

↳ Pinky Promise ~ [Fluff] ~ [Matt tells you he's Daredevil]

↳ Christmas Eve ~ [Fluff] ~ [Matt and Reader celebrate their first Christmas together]

↳ Peter ~ [Fluff] ~ [Matt brings home a kid]

- Drabbles -

↳ coming soon...

- Series/Multi Parts -

↳ coming soon...

- Remus Lupin -

- Oneshots -

↳ Best Friend Remus ~ [Fluff] ~ [Headcannons]

↳ Stage 2 ~ [Fluff] ~ [Laying with Remus after a full moon <3]

↳ I Think I like you Too ~ [Fluff?] ~ [The beginning of Remus and Reader]

↳ Secret ~ [Angst, Fluff] ~ [Remus is keeping a secret]

↳ Birthday ~ [Hurt/Comfort, Fluff] ~ [Reader celebrates a birthday]

↳ The Perfect Gift ~ [Fluff] ~ [Remus gets you the perfect birthday gift]

- Drabbles -

↳ Staring ~ [Fluff]

- Series/Multi Parts -

↳ Evil Mastermind - [Where James becomes cupid to push You and Remus into confessing your feelings]

- Part One

- Part Two

- Simon Riley / Ghost -

- Oneshots -

↳ Too Sweet For Me ~ [Fluff] ~ [Ghost seems to think you're too sweet for him]

↳ Not so Secret ~ [Fluff] ~ [Simon can't live without you]

- Drabbles -

↳ I Think This is a Red Flag ~ [Fluff] ~ [readers throws things at johnny and Simon falls even more in love]

↳ Red Flag Headcanons

- Series/Multi Parts -

↳ coming soon...

- Jason Todd / Red Hood -

- Oneshots -

↳ Princess Treatment ~ [Fluff] ~ [Jason has a habit of giving gifts]

↳ Break In ~ [Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort] ~ [Things go wrong while he's on patrol]

↳ Sleepover ~ [Fluff, Hurt/Comfort] ~ [You and Jason have a sleepover]

↳ Miss you ~ [Fluff] ~ [Jason meets you again]

↳ Just an Accident ~ [Fluff] ~ [Jason's reaction to an accidental injury]

↳ Back in Time ~ [Fluff, Hurt/comfort] ~ [You meet Jason for the first time after his death]

- Drabbles -

↳ Personal Pillow ~ [Fluff] ~ [Jason rips his only pillow, somehow he's okay with it]

↳ Touch Starved

↳ One Plate

↳ Love Language

- Series/Multi Parts -

↳ Master Plan ~ [You help Jason get everyone off his back]

- Part One ~ [Fluff, Hurt/Comfort]

- Peter Parker / Spiderman -

- Oneshots -

↳ Unrequited (I've always loved you) ~ [Fluff, Angst] ~ [Your best friend has a secret]

- Drabbles -

↳ coming soon...

- Series/Multi Parts -

↳ coming soon...

- Spencer Reid -

- Oneshots -

↳ Loving the Boss's Daughter ~ [Fluff] ~ [Revealing your relationship to the dad/boss]

- Drabbles -

↳ Camgirl!Reader ~ Coming soon...

- Series/Multi Parts -

↳ Coming soon...

- Extra -

- Sirius Black -

↳ Coming soon...

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Pairing: Kingpin Matt Murderdock x female reader

Tags/warnings: Earth-65 MM, Established relationship work fun, Matt is bad but hes cute with it, consensual non-consent, cunnilingus, possibly unprotected penetrative sex, a mention of future kids, possibly a future sexy revenge sequel?

|| Working Lunch ||

You realised that work today was going to be very different when the receptionist, bearing a very flushed face, came up to your desk to tell you that there was a very handsome man asking for you at reception. You knew it could only be one person, someone who would flirt shamelessly with anyone he pleased to, even though he was always entirely faithful to just one...

"Matt..?" You're more than slightly surprised at his presence in your workplace. Sometimes you let him send a car for you at his insistence when the weather was awful, but he would never normally come in to the building.

"...what are y-"

The Kingpin sweeps past the receptionist, his face suddenly stony as he approaches you and quickly guides you into the currently empty office of your boss.

"I'm so sorry my dear, it's something very urgent, I didn't call I simply had to see you in person as it really couldn't wait." Matt proclaims loudly as he swings the door closed behind you, hardly giving you a moment to think as he puts the fancy bag he's carrying down on the desk before lifting you up to sit next to it.

"Is that- did you bring lunch?!" You ask, eyeing the bag which bears the name of an extremely upmarket patisserie from downtown.

"What's going on?" You search his face for answers as he cups yours in his warm hands. "Matt, what are you doing here, what's so urgent?! Are you alright?"

Matt's brows knit together as his thumbs gently brush over your cheeks.

"No I'm not my love, I'm in agony-"

You frown, hurriedly looking Matt over, your eyes and hands searching for any signs of injury that you know he can hide so well.

"Matt please, tell me what's wrong!"

"I'm burning up, babycakes," he replies, leaning into your touch as you lay your palm over his forehead to check his temperature, his auburn locks curling over your fingers.

"You don't feel much warmer than usual..."

Matt takes your wrist, dramatically smashing it against his chest.

"No, here!" he wails, sliding your palm slowly down his body towards his stomach, and lower still...

"...and here, most of all. God, please, tell me you can feel it, sweetheart, feel just how much I've been suffering." He purrs low against your ear as he cups your hand over the firm bulge at his crotch giving it a squeeze.

"Matt!"

"And it's not lunch in the bag, it's dessert. You are lunch sweetpea... and I'm dying of hunger. I need you. Now."

Your eyes widen at his wicked grin as his nimble fingers are already fast unbuttoning your shirt, your brain frantically struggling to catch up with what the hell is going on.

"Matt! What are you doing?! No! And definitely not here! This is my boss's office!" You try to bat his hands away but once he's got his mind set on something, especially if it's you, most times there's no stopping him.

"You can't just show up here whenever you want to f-"

Matt's hand slips through your half open shirt, his thumb running circles over your hardening nipple as he cups your breast, the other skimming up your thigh and squeezing. "Hm, can't I? And why not?"

"Because- well, just... because!!" You fluster ineffectually, fully aware that your boyfriend's sneaky hands were quickly and expertly caressing you into a state of increasing horniness, regardless of your current semi-public location.

Matt chuckles, leaning in and lowering his voice to a husky whisper as he kisses the side of your neck, encouraging you to briefly stand up so he can ruck your skirt up to your hips, curl his fingers around the silky material of your panties and draw them down your legs, and now its too late, there's nothing you can do to stop him. Some would say its the Devil in him, but you knew it was just Matt - sassy, selfish, and insatiable to the point of near insanity. And you loved him for it.

"Oh. Because... it's naughty?" He teases, and you jerk your head in a nod, your breath hitching as his fingertips dance their way up your inner thigh.

"Matthew, please-"

He laughs again, this time more deeply, drawing light circles over your trembling skin. "Oh, 'Matthew' is it? Come on sweetheart, you only use my full name when I'm in trouble. You know I'm such a very bad boy. Say it."

He makes your heart pound like a jackhammer, every part of you warming up at his touch, his words. "I need you, my sweet, sweet dove" he repeats, your mouth dropping open as his fingers trail up, up, up, slipping so easily between the already slick wet folds of your cunt.

"Oh fuck-"

"Say it for me baby," Matt asks you again, sensing your eyes flutter shut while he gathers your arousal, gliding slippery fingertips over the swelling bud of your clit.

You shudder and bite back a moan causing Matt to shake his head disappointedly. Your hands grip the edge of the desk behind you, the whites of your knuckles flashing bright against the rest of your skin as he draws lazy circles. You almost squeal when he starts to tease your entrance with just the tip of his finger.

"Pretty please?" He mock whines against your ear, the soft brush of his lips driving you even more crazy than anything else he's doing.

"Y-youre a b-bad boy, Matty, " you falter and fumble for the right words and he hums approvingly, pushing in another inch and you're unable to fully stifle your moan this time.

"Yesss, there's my good girl."

"Ohh! We s-shouldnt be d-doing this!" You stammer, although your body is intent on betraying you, legs spreading wider inviting him further in.

"Because its just the worst, isn't it baby?" His tongue swipes over his annoyingly kissable lips as you watch his hand moving underneath your work clothes, trying your best to keep quiet as he takes you apart piece by pleasurable piece. Your first orgasm has you clenching around three of his hard pistoning fingers, whimpering as he barely lets you take a breath before he's sinking down to the floor and attacking you with his silver tongue.

It's overwhelming, and so dangerous, you could get fired but... it wouldn't matter.

You could say the word, ask him to stop at any point and he'd obey, no question. But when the Kingpin, the Western Sun of the Hand, your Matt, is kneeling between your legs in that immaculate scarlet suit he's wearing, worshipping you like this? There's no way.

Matt moans deeply as he fully commits to devouring your pussy, the vibrations sending tingling little shocks up your spine.

"S-shit, Matty please!" You gasp as quietly as you can given the situation, your fingers raking through his hair as his wild tongue works you quickly to yet another soaring peak. He only pulls away for a second to mumble something about talking with his mouth full before his lips are locked around your throbbing clit and sending your eyes rolling back into your skull as you come hard with a silent scream, squeezing his head between your thighs and bucking your hips erratically against his sinfully good mouth.

Once you stop shaking, he leans back to let you recover, wiping the back of his hand across his shining lips with a satisfied smile. "Mm, now that was the most delicious appetiser, but it's time for the main course..."

In your post-orgasmic lustfilled haze you couldn't agree more, your body yearning for the unparallelled sensation of him inside of you.

"So good for me kitten," Matt growls as you unbutton and unzip his pants, taking his impressively hard cock in your hand and stroking him a few times before you're rubbing the tip against your needy clit. You embrace him as he pushes in slow, wrapping your arms around his neck and legs on either side of his hips before he draws back, your warm slick walls desperately clenching to pull him back in again.

"Fuck, you're perfect." Matt coos through gritted teeth, his cock twitching as you grab and handfull of his ass to urge him deeper.

"W-we have to be quick!" You warn as he starts fucking you over the desk, the various knickknacks on it shaking with every thrust.

"Sweetness, you don't have to worry about that..." he assures you, his voice thin and slightly strained.

"Matt, my boss might come any minute now!" You urge, his thrusts getting faster and shallower.

"That's okay sweetie, so will I! Think fast baby, where-?"

He acts as if you have any other choice than to feel his come sliding down your thighs for the rest of the afternoon. You squeeze your legs tightly around his waist. "Oh god- inside!"

"Yess" He hisses at your request, fucking you so good your third orgasm is fast approaching.

As you draw close you muse, letting your head loll back. "One of these days, Matthew Murdock, you're gonna get me pregnant..."

He grips hold of your hips, fingers pressing hard into your skin, curling into your body chanting your name over and cursing against your glowing skin as he fills you along with a moan so loud that if your coworkers hadn't already worked out what you were doing, there would be no doubt now.

"God... damn... fuuuuuuuckkkk!"

You finish along with him, unable to stop the smile from cracking your face and a laugh escaping as Matt clings to you, red tinted spectacles skewed and panting hard after a such an intense climax.

"You know how hot it is when you say things like that, sweetheart?" He asks, once he gathers his breath and senses again.

Of course you knew. You knew just how much he'd love to build a little empire of Murdocks, and perhaps sometime in the future you just might.

"Mm I could take a guess?"

He gingerly pulls out, grabbing a handful of tissues from the handy box on your boss's desk to hastily clean you both up and help you rearrange your clothes, but not before trying to kiss every available bare inch of skin as he does so.

"Well, I feel much better, don't you, kitten? A worthy use of a lunch break I'd say."

"Matty, you're incorrigible... you weren't 'in pain' you're just a pain in my ass."

He flashes that smile he does when he knows you'll forgive him.

"You love my ass. Did you mean what you said before?"

You reach forward to straighten his tie, running it through your fingers as he places a hand just below your navel to ensure you get what he's referring to.

"Well, that all depends on if you can be good... I'd prefer if any kid of ours grows up without too many bad influences..."

Matt expression rapidly morphs into one of faux shock. "But I'm a great influence!" He licks the remaining taste of you from his lips with a smirk. "Tell me I'm wrong."

You snort and push away from the desk.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot. Check out the bag, buttercup."

You pick up the paper bag to look inside, taking out one of the small boxes and peeking inside. The delicious smell of fresh sweet pastry filling your nose.

"Are they still your favourite?" Matt asks tentatively, cocking a sharp brow.

"They are!" You smile, taking one out and holding it in front of his mouth for him to take a bite before you do. The fact that he took the time to bring you your favourite treats fills you with a different kind of warmth, but you also can't let him get away with what he's done.

"So, you think you can buy your way out of this mess you've made with cake, Mr Murdock?"

Matt snaps his teeth together cheekily to take another bite, licking the cream from his lips along with the lingering taste of you.

"Actually, I was hoping you'd want to punish me when you get home."

"Oh now, that is a very tempting proposition..." Matt's eyes flutter closed as you run your fingers through his hair, nails lightly scratching his scalp.

To turn the tables on the Kingpin, and have him whimpering and pleading for mercy in your bedroom, that was a gift you were definitely looking forward to indeed.

[ladymarvel27]

Ice cream crush

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Female! Reader

Summary: You moved newly to hell’s kitchen to practice at a law firm alongside your childhood friend matt.

Word count: 400+

A loud bang at your door brought you out of your deep sleep. “Hey y/n!” A man was knocking on the door. “Probably matt-” you said with a yawn as you try to process waking up. “I know you’ve just woken up!” He teased you. You got up, wore your jacket and went to open the door. Matt was standing at the door. “Hey, good morning sleepyhead!” He greeted you with a sunshine smile. “I know you’re not those who wake up early, but,” He paused then said out excitedly, “get ready fast, it’s our first day!”  “Okay!” You replied and he left.

You got ready when you heard another knock. “Y/N!” It was matt again. You got up to open the door. “I’ve made breakfast, why don’t we have it together?” “Well, it seems to smell nice.” Two sandwiches heavily stuffed with your favourite veggies. What else do you want early morning, especially when you’re getting late, maybe?

“Thanks for the breakfast!” You said as you both finished your breakfast. You both head off to work together.

The work hours were over so you were packing up.                                                                                              “Psst!” A voice called out, probably matt. You turned around to see that he was standing there. “Yes?” You asked. “Want to eat an ice cream?” He offered with a bright smile.

“Who will say no to ice cream? I’m in.” You replied.

Both of you strolled through the streets, eating ice cream. “You like that?” He asked. “Why won’t I?” You chuckled. “But you didn’t have to pay for all, we could split the bill-”                                 “Oh please, it was my plan and it’s just a way of showing my love-” He fell silent for a second. “Sorry, y/n… I have had a crush on you for like years.” You should have figured it out earlier actually. He helped you with a lot of daily chores, brings you breakfast when you were late and a lot more. Just a male friend wouldn’t have helped you out, except if he’s in love.

You went closer to him and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Oh, fool. Can’t you tell me a little lot earlier?”    “Why?” He asked, incredulously.  “I too have a crush on you and I thought I was a fool having it one-sided.”                                                           “SOOO, it’s now, not unrequited?”                                    “Never was.” You chuckled and you both faced each other, but the ice cream was still in your hands. You immediately finished it. “Can I kiss you?” You asked. “Yes.” He replied. You slowly cupped his face and brought him closer as he grabs you by your waist. Your lips crashed on his. It was a long passionate kiss, and in fact, he was a good kisser. The next thing you wanted from him was to be a good lover in future.

The moon shunned brightly, making it more aesthetic.

The rest of the way, you both intertwined your fingers and walked to the apartment together.

[priswrites]

MATT MURDOCK HEADCANON

ABOUT HIMSELF

HIM AS A BROTHER

HIM AS A BEST FRIEND

HIM AS A FRIEND W FEELINGS/BENIFITS

HIM AS A BOYFRIEND

HIM AS A HUSBAND

HIM AS A FATHER

18+ HEADCANONS

[klaill]

hey can someone please give me some whump, reader-insert fic recs of bucky barnes or matt murdock?