#matt murderdock x reader

[dyns33]

Flufftober 2024 - 28 Murderdock

When she was still a child, Y/N's parents gently scared her with stories of the Bogeyman, who would come and eat her if she was not good.

They talked about it when she behaved like a spoiled child, throwing a tantrum, but also on important evenings that excited her too much, like the start of school holidays, New Year's, or Halloween. It didn't really work.

Y/N didn't believe in these stories, which she found fascinating and funny, laughing while hiding under the sheets, which annoyed her parents a little, even if they found her adorable.

As she grew up, her carefree attitude never completely disappeared. Of course, she wasn't stupid, she was cautious when needed and didn't trust just anyone, but there were many things that didn't scare her, while others trembled.

Like Matthew Murdock for example.

When she was hired by his firm as an assistant, there was a rather strange atmosphere in the offices. On the one hand, some employees looked like soulless robots, who only thought about their cases or money. And on the other, there were those who seemed scared to death.

"And you ? What does he have against you ?" an accountant had asked her timidly during her lunch break.

"Against me ? I don't understand."

"Oh. You're… You're like them then. You seemed so nice."

"What ?"

"Listen, I'm sorry. Don't tell Murdock anything, I don't want any trouble, please. I have children."

Y/N still hadn't really understood what had happened that day, except for the fact that a lot of people were really afraid of Matthew Murdock.

Yet she had seen him and he wasn't that impressive. Of average height, blind, calm, the lawyer didn't seem capable of doing much harm. Physically anyway. Due to his work, he was probably very intelligent, he had contacts and must have information, but that didn't mean he was an evil genius who was going to use it to make others suffer.

The few times she saw him, he seemed normal, polite. Y/N always greeted him by asking him if he was having a good day or if he wanted a coffee. Even if he seemed a bit surprised, he smiled at her and thanked her. Sometimes, he asked her in return how she was.

"It's refreshing." he sighed once, as she handed him the tea he had asked her.

"Tea ? Yes, I like it a lot, it feels good."

"Haha. Sweet. No, I meant you. It's rare that someone is so relaxed with me. I can easily imagine why, but I appreciate it anyway."

Again, she didn't really understand what he meant. But she liked their short chats. He often told her that she was doing a good job, and he was the only relaxed person in the entire building.

Then, after listening to the rumors, reading some reports, attending complicated trials, Y/N began to think that maybe there was something wrong with Matthew Murdock. If everyone was afraid, there had to be a good reason.

He seemed disappointed the first time she passed by him without speaking to him. However, she had done her best to be discreet, so that he wouldn't know she was there.

"Hello dear Y/N." he said with a smile, making her jump, as he entered the elevator.

"Oh. Hello Mr. Murdock."

"It's been a few days since I've had the pleasure of speaking to you, I've missed you."

"I'm sorry." she stammered, leaning against the wall, as far away from him as possible. "I've had a lot of work, I…"

"No, don't do that. You started so well. There's no reason for you to be nervous, even now that you've figured out some essential things. You're doing well, I don't have any incriminating information against me, we can be friends."

"I… Friends, Mr. Murdock ?"

"Call me Matt." he purred, moving closer until she found herself stuck. "I've never really had any friends. Foggy only counts for half, we have common professional interests. And he doesn't really have the choice at this point. Let's go to dinner tonight."

Y/N wondered what she had done to deserve to fall prey to what looked a lot like a bogeyman. A bogeyman as scary as he was visibly lonely, and maybe if she were a good friend, he wouldn't eat her.

[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.

[essentiallydreadful]

Matt Murderdock fanfiction is so funny because they'll daddydom him up and use a gif of Charlie Cox's MCU Matt because...

I dont think this will help the mood reading some fanfiction where the phrase "call me daddy" is used.

[peterman-spideyparker]

Hey if you're still doing the WIP ask game can I know a little more abt that Murderdock series?

Hey! Thanks for the ask!

Basically as it stands right now as a WIP, the reader (fem!reader) works for an escort service, and Foggy calls the service just to have someone come over to talk to Murderdock one night because he’s putting pressure on himself and closing himself off, the idea being he might find it easier to just talk to someone who doesn't know him/wouldn't judge him. The two of them begin a friendship that blossoms into something more.

The intent is that it stays in the Murderdock realm, but it might be toeing the line of Murderdock/High-End lawyer!Matt AU

[mattmurdocksscars]

Ugh please 😩

📝 can i get some murderdock shopping spree fluff!! just living that lavish lifestyle please i need it for my mental well-being 🔫😁

SCRAW 🦅🦅🦅

okay so i'm thinking that you make some offhand comment that you were in need of some clothes and when you go to bed he plans the entire day out for you.

anyways you guys get to the stores, stores you've never even heard the name of.

he steers you into all of these stores, not leaving until there's at least a bag hanging off his arm.

you tell him midday that you think you're done, making an offhanded comment that you've spent enough of his money.

"nonsense, my angel, i could never spend enough on you."

he's sure to make you well aware he doesn't plan on having any spending limits on you

wanna try something on? he's right there with you in the dressing room, feeling every inch on fabric covering your body

he says it's to make sure the fabric isn't too harsh on him, but you know he's only doing it to feel you up when every single article of clothing passed the test.

he loves taking you out to places where you dress up with all your new clothes and he can hear the heartrates of other people raise in the room.

"you looking beautiful, darling"

"how can you tell?"

"that group at the bar? all of their hearts are racing at the mere sight of you"

he wraps his arm around your waist from the back and peppers kisses all over your cheek and neck

long story short, he loves taking you shopping!

[www-zoloft-com]

i just know he's sick of him and his catholic guilt.

[saberlight1]

pretty boy — matt murdock

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader.

warnings: language, fluff, established relationship, standard daredevil warnings.

authors note: hiii! since rewatching daredevil, my matt and frank obsession has been back up n running (not that i’m complaining). and this is based on this request, thank you anon <3. i love this little fluffy fic, i hope you enjoy this!

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You watched the snowflakes fall with a calm smile on your face. You had always adored this time of year, especially when it snowed. It was just something about how the never ending buzzing of Hell’s Kitchen would just stop for a moment— just peace and quiet. It never failed to calm your nerves, whatever worries that were on your mind washing away with the snow hitting the ground.

You were sat on your boyfriend’s couch wrapped up in a blanket with a book in your hand, soaking in the tranquility that this type of weather brought you. Matt’s apartment was always one of your favorite places— it was always so quiet and the big, open windows granted you a sight to Hell’s Kitchen. Even with the bright build-board right outside, you still loved it. Most of all, you loved it because it was his. Everything in the apartment reminded you of Matt, thats why you spent as much time as possible here.

“Sweetheart?” Matt’s call broke you from your thoughts, and your heart swelled at his voice. You stood up immediately, walking over to where he was kicking off his shoes and jacket by the door.

“Hi, baby,” You smiled, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders as his hands wrapped around your waist, drawing you closer.

“Hi,” He whispered as you took off his sunglasses. The second the lenses were off his eyes, the man brought his lips to yours.

Your smile only grew against his lips as you dug one of your hands into his hair— the man before you only growing more greedy against your lips.

You pulled back for air, a teasing look on your features. Matt may not have sight, but he could always tell when that look crossed your face. “Someone missed me, huh?” You cheekily teased.

His cold hands dove under the material of your— his shirt, causing a yelp to leave your lips as you attempted to get away from him.

He smiled brightly at you. “Of course I missed you,” His cold hands only traveled further up your back, and you knew the sneaky fucker could probably hear the goosebumps rising on your skin.

“Stop!” You giggled, trying to fight your way out of his arms, but you knew it was fruitless.

“Okay, okay,” He chuckled, relenting his cold hands from your warm skin. “‘m sorry, you’re just warm and it was fuckin’ freezing out there.”

You playfully rolled your eyes, your hands grabbing his own from your hips and wrapping them within your own in an attempt to warm them up. “I told you that this morning. Just because you’re the big, bad Daredevil doesn’t mean you don’t get cold, my love.” You joked, interlacing your fingers and leading him to your shared room.

He rolled his own eyes with a smile at your remark, you never failed to tease him for his vigilante ways— even when he came to you half dead and you had to patch him up, you still found a way to crack a joke to see his smile.

“Here,” You turned to him with a hoodie and sweatpants in your hands. “Get out of that suit so we can cuddle on the couch.” You left a kiss on his lips before turning on your heel and walking towards the kitchen.

Matt shook his head with a laugh, but did as he was told regardless. Once he was settled, he made his way towards where you were in the kitchen. You smiled softly when you felt his chest against your back and his arms slither around your waist. You leaned your head back onto his shoulder as he left small kisses along your neck.

“Hot chocolate, huh?” He murmured against your neck.

You rolled your eyes playfully at his use of his senses. “Yep, might help you warm up, Frozone.” You joked.

“I know you did not just compare me to that dude from Incredibles.” He scoffed, feigning offensiveness.

You giggled. “How do you even know that?”

“Honey, my ears still work.” He pinched your hip lightly. “When that movie came out all the kids at the orphanage loved it. Had to hear it at least three times a day,”

You grimaced at the thought. “That must’ve been torture, havin’ to constantly hear the plot of that movie.”

“It was.” He agreed.

“Don’t tell me you hate that movie, though.” You looked at him from over your shoulder, holding up a finger. “‘Cause that was my favorite Disney movie for a while..”

He started tickling you immediately, a loud squeal leaving your lips. “Oh, my girl has a basic taste in Disney movies?” He teased with a smile, talking slightly loud over your laughter. “Who would’ve thought?”

“Matthew!” You wheezed out, thrashing in his grip. He finally relented as you laid against him while you attempted to catch your breath. “Didn’t know you were so passionate about my taste..”

“Well, I gotta let you know if it’s a basic one.” He shrugged, a smirk on his lips.

“If it’s so basic, then how’d I pick you?” You bit back with raised brows.

A breathy chuckle escaped him, before he paused to lick his lips. “Fair play, honey.”

You only smiled in return, turning back to pour the pair of you a mug of hot chocolate. Matt let his eyes flutter shut behind you, resting his head in the crook of your neck as he relaxed to the sounds of just simply: you.

You smiled when you noticed what he was doing, one of your hands coming up to scratch his scalp. “It’s ready,” You softly said.

He pulled away from you to grab his mug. “Thank you, baby.” He left a kiss to the side of your head before wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you to the couch.

He placed both of your cups on the coffee table before lying down and dragging you into his chest, yet another yelp leaving your lips.

Your chin rested on his chest as you looked at him with questioning eyes.

“What?” He laughed. “I told you I missed you,”

You only smiled, leaning up slightly to bring your lips together. His hand immediately shot up to cup your jaw, the man also leaning up to deepen it. You’d never get tired of the way his lips chased yours, and how passionately he kissed you every time.

You pulled back for air, but not before leaving a couple small pecks to his lips.

“I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you, Matt.” You whispered back, leaving one last kiss to his lips before digging your head into the crook of his neck— the hot chocolate being long forgotten.

But in all honesty, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You were perfectly fine just as you were, wrapped up in your lover’s arms during a snowstorm.

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Candles & Dinner (matt murdock)

Summary: Matt pampers you after a long day at work.

warnings: fluff

WC: 285

A/N: i'm reposting ALOT of older fics back on tumblr. Alot of them are going to be for the MCU fandom. If you'd like to be informed of these postings, here's my tag list.

Read on Ao3!

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Walking into your apartment, you smelled the scent of your favorite candles. Inhaling deeply, you shut the door and took your jacket away from your shoulders and placed it in the coat rack by the door. Before you had the chance to turn around, arms wrapped around your body and a nose nuzzled deep into your shoulder.

“Well hello to you too, Matt,” you giggled as he pressed a chaste kiss to your neck before pulling away completely. “I suspect you’re the reasoning behind the candle smell?”

A chuckle fell from his lips as he intertwined his fingers with yours before he guided you to the kitchen. He motioned for you to sit down at the table full of your favorite meal. Blinking in surprise, you looked at him with an open mouth.

“Foggy helped me, and Luke,” he shuffled nervously on his feet for a moment as you looked from the table back at your boyfriend. “I know you’ve been really stressed out at work, your heart rate has been off the wall lately. I didn’t know what else to do for you.”

“Matty,” you sighed as you caressed his cheek, his face leaning into your touch. “This is the best thing I could have ever come home to.” Lightly, you brushed your mouth against his just before he disappeared down the hallway into the kitchen. A moment later, he returned carrying two wine glasses and a bottle of wine.

He placed the items on the surface of the table before he walked you over to the table and pulled your chair out before gesturing to you to sit down. He kissed the top of your head before rounding the table and seating himself.

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please be kind and give this a reblog if you enjoyed <3

[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.

[cellophaine]

I NEED MATT MURDOCK BENCH PRESSING HIS LOVER SO MUCH PLEASE!!!

Home Gym

Pairing: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

Warning: Fluff.

Author's Note: I hope this is good. Good enough. Decent. Halfway decent. I'll settle for adequate. Anyway, happy weekend!

Share and feedback are welcomed!

GIF Credit: @uuuhshiny

You believed cold mornings were destined to be spent in bed, lounging in the softness of silk sheets next to your boyfriend's warm body. Especially when it was on the weekend. But Matt had another idea. He wanted to head to Fogwell and get a headstart on his day because he knew he would spend the whole day in the apartment once he surrendered.

'You're too distracting. I can't focus when I'm around you,' he said, making your heart race and cheeks flush.

Matt pushed himself off the mattress, revealing the bare expanse of his back. Your eyes greedily drank in the way his muscles rolled with every movement, the way his skin was ghosted with goosebumps as it was exposed to cold air. Before he could leave the bed, you winded a leg around his waist and pulled with all your might. Matt fell back, and you immediately wrapped your limbs around him, trapping him on top of you. A soft chuckle escaped his throat, and you could feel the vibration of it. He shifted as much as you allowed until he faced you with a broad smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He braced himself on his hands, carefully keeping some of his weight off you. You craned your neck, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

"Oh, come on. Stay with me, please?"

Matt smiled ruefully at your plea.

"There's nothing I'd love more, but I already missed yesterday."

As if he could see the pout slowly forming on your lips, he quickly added.

"I won't be gone for long. Then, we'll have the whole day together."

You sighed in resignation, knowing that you would have to physically let him go at one point. An idea sparked in your head. Maybe you could convince him otherwise.

How hard would it be to be a human weight? As it turned out – quite hard. It took you a few tries, but you finally figured it out. You kept your legs straight, your arms fastened to the sides and allowed Matt to hoist you up with his strength. The first rep was hard because you couldn't stop laughing and flailing at how ridiculous it was. With one hand on your back and the other on your ass, he balanced you with his hands splayed. You felt a slow drop and rise with every careful move, accompanied by his grunts of exertion. You breathed softly, trying not to shake so Matt wouldn't drop you. The small gusts of exhales through his mouth brushed lightly on the bare skin on your back as your shirt rose, tickling you. You held it in, trying to keep still.

But you couldn't hold it for long. Your body shook lightly, and even as you kept your lips sealed, you couldn't help a small shake run through your body. From below, Matt grunted, and you could hear all the amusement in his deep baritone.

"I could tell you're laughing, sweetheart."

"I'm trying not to, I swear!"

Despite the delighted chuckle that slipped out, Matt only slowed down. His fingers on your back twitched slightly, and you couldn't hold it anymore.

"Matt I can't keep–"

You could only warn him before slipping out of Matt's grasp. You fell on top of him with a shriek. He groaned; the sound seemed more humour than pain. You immediately got up, frantically searching for injuries.

"I'm so sorry!! Are you okay?"

Matt only laughed softly, pulling you on top of him without a word. His hands found themselves on your lower back and neck, pressing you even closer to him. He pressed a kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, before nudging your head to rest on his chest.

"I'm okay. I'm okay."

He patted your back as if to emphasize his reassurance. You felt the gentle strokes on your hair and relaxed in his hold. You kissed his rib to make up for the fall, your hand absent-mindedly caressing his torso.

"You're right. I should have let you go."

With a resigned sigh, you pushed yourself up but were stopped short as Matt tightened his hold. He closed his eyes, his head tilted back to rest on the floor.

"Stay. Now I'm too comfortable to leave."

Your eyes widened in excitement, and you quickly settled against him. For a while after that, you were intertwined in each other's embrace in Matt's living room with the soft surface of the wool carpet underneath you, indulging in all the time and comfort you needed.

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[cookiescribble]

Flufftober Day 3: Favorite Scent

Ship: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

Summary: A typical yet flirty morning for you and the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen

A/N: hi, I was picturing this specific scene in the gif when I was writing this and I feel like that’s important to note, but also this is my first fic about matt and i'm nervous lol pls enjoy! thank you happy flufftober day 3!! - mod ghost

The early hours of the morning were always an…interesting time for you and Matt. Between his double life and your own job, it was one of the only times the both of you got any sort of peace together sometimes. 

This morning, though, you had woken up to him by your side, curled up next to you in bed with the soft light of the morning illuminating the side of his face. Seeing him like this brought a sense of comfort to you, his glasses were off so you could see all of his face while his head was laying on your shoulder. The way you were both laying made it hard to tell where you ended and he began, legs tangled together as well as in the sheets, arms wrapped loosely around one another.  

You didn’t wanna wake him just yet, carding your fingers gently through his hair as you waited for him to wake up and enjoyed the rarity of the quiet. While you were staring off into space and daydreaming, you felt him move, pressing his face closer to the crook of your neck and making you chuckle. 

“Morning, sunshine…welcome to the land of the living” You tease him with a whisper, leaning over to leave a kiss in his hair. “Sleep okay?”

“G’morning…I slept like a rock, surprisingly. Being with you helps.” Matt mumbles back, face still tucked against your neck so it muffled his voice. 

“Alright, Casanova. Do you want breakfast?” You gently ruffle his hair as you ask, feeling his hold on you tighten as he shook his head.

“Mm…I’m not ready to move yet…5 more minutes?” He groaned, turning his head toward you. He couldn’t actually see you, but his head was turned in your direction. 

“Maybe…Is there a reason you’re pressed up against my neck like that?” You answer, leaning in to be closer to him. Making your faces inches apart. 

“There are few perks to being blind, but I tend to like waking up to my favorite smell.” Matt replied simply, as if it explained everything. 

“And what would that be exactly?” You move your hand from his hair down to his back, feeling his bare skin under your hand as you went. He always slept shirtless, if he ever slept, so half the time you end up wearing his shirts. 

“You, what else would I be referring to?” he chuckled as he shifted to get a bit more comfortable, his head still on your shoulder. 

“What do I even smell like?” 

“Hmm…well, now that you mention it,” he took a comically long inhale near your neck before continuing, “hmm…coconut…and…” he took another longer one, making you laugh, “vanilla. Your shampoo and your body wash, right? Sometimes, it’s mixed with a bit of cinnamon and I can’t explain why.” Matt finished with a grin spread across his face, leaving soft kisses up your neck until he reached your cheek. 

You stared up at him for a moment with a sort of loving awe as you reached over to gently cup his cheek, watching him tilt his head toward your palm. 

“Sometimes, I don’t think you realize how incredibly sweet you are.” your voice was barely above a whisper, just admiring him as the morning light cast an orange glow over his features. 

“That’s okay, the only one that should realize already does.” He left a kiss on your palm before he started to get up, stretching as he went, “c’mon, sweetheart, let’s get some breakfast.” Matt offered as he extended his hand to you, which you gratefully accepted so he could pull you up.

“What happened to not wanting to get out of bed?” You ask as you stumble over to him, a sudden yawn escaping you. 

“The smell of vanilla and coconut made me hungry,” he teased with his most infectious smile, tugging you out of the room to not only get breakfast but start the day. 

[dyns33]

Stealing perfume

So I said it would be an Murderdock one shot, but it's a bit of a part 2 for Flower arrangement, even if you don't need to read part 1 to read this.

Y/N had never imagined Matthew when he was a child.

She might have, wondering if he had looked like a little ginger angel with blue eyes, using his adorable little pout to get everything he wanted. He was doing that now, except he preferred threats, with a big evil smile.

Sometimes he took on an innocent look, but that only worked with people who didn't know him, or who were too stupid to understand that it was a mask.

She didn't remember why Foggy had talked about Matt as a child. After drinking several beers, he asked her how she managed to be friends with him. Strange question, coming from the “best friend in the world”.

“I'm not friends with him, I've known him for years and we do each other favors. Do you know what Murdock was like when he was a teenager ? Like now, but more aggressive. Hiding his insults with less syrup and contempt. I wonder if he was already a devil when he was little.”

“You think he came out of the ground surrounded by flames just to ruin your school years ?” Y/N scoffed as she finished her drink.

“No, but I’m serious ! A mini Matt ! Even more vicious, quieter, who can slip between your legs without you hearing.”

“He can already do that.”

“I don’t want to hear it ! I'm just saying, has he always been like this, or has something happened ? Do you think it was an accident ? The loss of his sight, of his parents ? He never talks about his past, it's weird. Maybe… Maybe you’re right about the exit from the ground.”

“Maybe he doesn’t like to talk about it and you’ve had enough to drink for tonight.”

“Lots of mini Murdocks… Promise me you won’t make little Murdocks.”

“Come on Foggy, I’ll take you home.”

To answer his question, Y/N couldn’t explain why she was “friends” with Matt, much less why he was “friends” with her. They had been seeing each others for several months, still without giving a specific name to their relationship, and it was working.

She knew perfectly well what had happened to young Matthew, since he had told her once, but they had never spoken about it again after that, and she was not going to tell anyone else.

This show of trust was something else, along with the flowers and the kisses, that helped her know that she meant something, much more than most people.

They didn't intend to make little Murdocks, as Foggy said. With Matt's employers, both those in the public eye and those hidden in the shadows, it didn't seem wise to have children.

That, in addition to the fact that he was not good with others, regardless of their age, quite selfish, nervous, dangerous, and therefore unsuitable to be a father.

They hadn't talked about it, but it seemed obvious.

Since they weren't a couple, Y/N didn't worry when she didn't hear from Murdock for several days. It happened that he disappeared, because of his work, his other job, or because he wanted to be alone.

“Away from all these idiots.” as he liked to say. Before meeting her, he visited Silk in prison, or Stark's ex-wives. He told her with a strange smile, before pouting and noting that it didn't really make her react.

If she ended up stopping by his apartment, it wasn't at all because she was starting to wonder if he was okay or if he was seeing someone else, but because she had forgotten her jacket the last time she came.

Of course, he wasn't there. The apartment was empty, and Otomo had told her before she went upstairs that the Master was away for an indefinite period.

“And I guess you can’t tell me where he is.”

“I’ll be honest, we don’t know.”

"Oh. Personal reasons then."

"Probably. Master Murdock was so keen to be alone that he disappeared one evening. We didn't see him leave the place."

It wasn't completely impossible, Matt was good at it. But it was the Hand who had taught him the art of stealth, and they were very good at tracking their targets. Besides, they wouldn't exactly be kind to him when he came back, because they hated not knowing where their employees were.

The apartment had been cleaned, quiet and empty, and yet Y/N stopped in the entrance. She was not a fighter. As a joke, Murdock had wanted to teach her some ninja techniques, but without much success.

However, she immediately felt that there was something. Especially when she couldn't find her jacket.

Y/N remembered perfectly where she had left it, in the bedroom. She also knew where Matt or his cleaners put her forgotten things so she could find them easily.

But the jacket wasn't there.

She could have left, she had other jackets and she knew it wasn't a good idea to stay here too long, going through Matt's things while he was gone.

At the same time, she would not often have the opportunity to look for some shameful secrets. Murdock didn't hesitate to enter her home, fiddling with everything, moving places, and even changing things like the contents of her fridge and her sheets.

He would sulk for a while, refusing to admit that he found her attitude amusing, and using it to blackmail her.

Smiling as she imagined the tortures he was no doubt going to invent, Y/N opened a drawer, then another, a cupboard, before jumping, while a redheaded child half-hidden under a pile of clothes stared at her with his big eyes.

Big, empty, blue eyes that didn't focus.

“… Matthew ?” she asked, slowly sitting down next to him.

"We know each other then. I wasn't sure. Who are you ?"

"I… Yes, we know each other. I'm Y/N."

“Not a lie.” he whispered to himself.

“What the hell happened ?”

"I don't know. I woke up here. There's my smell everywhere, just a bit different. People passed by but I hid like Stick taught me. I couldn't open the door and it's too dangerous to go through the window."

Completely crazy and fearless, adult Matthew would have been perfectly capable of climbing through the window. But he knew his apartment and the building perfectly.

But this child, who was obviously no more than ten years old, was lost and frightened. He tried not to show it too much, because it would bother Stick, his teacher. Even though the Hand was worse than him, he had also been horrible to the poor kid during his training.

He had been hiding for several days, remaining still and silent every time Otomo or anyone else entered, waiting for the right moment to try to escape.

Maybe he heard that Y/N wasn't a danger, that he could trust her. He trembled a little when she stroked his hair and his cheek, showing a surprised look when she asked him if he wanted to eat.

Knowing his sensory problems, she knew what to prepare so that he could swallow his meal without too much problem. Especially since he must have been even more sensitive, because children were always more sensitive with food.

After sniffing the sandwish, Matthew agreed to chew it carefully. He was quite adorable, with his messy hair, his feet that didn't touch the ground and… her jacket.

“Would you like to take a shower and have me find you a t-shirt afterwards ?”

"No."

"No… Okay… It's my jacket."

"I know."

Of course he knew. The little shit made Murdock look superior as he said that, very proud of himself. Y/N waited for him to add that the item of clothing smelled so strongly like her that anyone could have known it belonged to her.

That didn't explain why he'd decided to wear it, though, rather than the skin-friendly clothes that populated the apartment's closets.

“It doesn’t smell too much like you anymore.” was finally what he said in a small voice.

"That's a good thing, right ? I know you have a sensitive nose."

"… Hmm."

Suddenly, he pouted. This he did when he was sad but trying to hide it and just look irritated.

Sensing that she was looking at him, he lowered his head.

“You don’t mind that the jacket smells like me ?”

"… No." he said shyly, continuing to make himself small. "The apartment smells a lot like you. A mix of you and me. That's how I knew that I knew you."

"Oh."

“You’re important to me, right ?”

No doubt she didn't need to answer him, since he could hear her heart and all the other little signs of her body. Still, she didn't really have an answer. They never talked about it.

Yes, Y/N enjoyed her time with Matt. And he seemed to enjoy the moments with her. And there had been the flowers, and the kisses, and those nights where he clung to her, his head on her chest, saying nothing and letting her touch him even though he hated human contact.

And now he was leaving her scent in his apartment. While he was a real maniac, even among others.

Lost in thought, Y/N jumped slightly when she felt the small hand grabbing her sleeve.

“You’re not going to leave me alone, are you ?”

"Of course not." she said without the slightest hesitation, taking him in her arms.

The gesture scared him a bit. The poor boy must not have received a gesture of affection for a long time. But he hugged her back, choking back a sob as she rocked him. She thought she heard him whisper "mommy" but she didn't comment.

Texting Otomo that she was going to spend the night at the apartment and that she didn't want to be disturbed, she carried him to bed to get some rest. He must not have slept since his strange transformation.

They would find a solution later, with Spiderwoman or the Hand. But for now, Y/N wanted young Matt to have some quiet time, kissing him on the forehead as he fell asleep.

It was not necessary to ask for help however, because the next day, when she opened her eyes, she saw Matthew, adult again, staring at the ceiling, motionless.

"… I guess we're not going to talk about what happened."

"No. Never. To anyone."

"All right."

“Young me is a moron.”

"Don't say that. You were adorable."

"A moron, who doesn't know how to hold his tongue and who asks stupid questions." he growled, kissing her bestially before leaving the room just as quickly.

Y/N waited a bit before getting up, because the bed was much more conformable than hers even if she denied it every time Matt brought it up. Then she put on her shoes, she walked towards the door trying to ignore the ninja who was drinking his tea, before seeing her jacket, forgotten the day before on the chair.

But when she tried to take it, Matt went faster than her, grabbing the clothes and putting it on his shoulder, showing his teeth.

"… Okay." was the only thing she said, raising her hands.

"No, wait. Take it back."

“Because it doesn’t smell like me anymore ?”

"Shut up."

“Do you want me to leave you my scarf ?”

"… Shut up." he repeated, taking her scarf to keep it firmly in his hand.

She didn't say goodbye to him, because either he was going to avoid her for days or he would be at her place that same evening. Because she was important to him, even if he would never tell her directly, trying to hide the little boy in him who would demand all her attention.

[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)

[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.

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

blank space - m. murdock

a/n: uhm... this one is dedicated to my friend arin who doesn't like daredevil but is encouraging me to be more unhinged. i hope you guys enjoy because i had a blast writing this. possible part two in the works, please like and reblog with comments and feedback <3 warnings: i cannot emphasize this enough-- DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT there is so little comfort to all of this hurt. matt is abusive and mean and reader is tortured and quiet and readers dad is an addict and a gambler and also stabbing, cursing, talking about fucking, sub/dom dynamics, nicknames, fem reader, lmk if i missed any! word count: 3.5k summary: Your dad makes your life horrible. Matt can make it worse. paring: dark!matt murdock x reader now playing: blank space (taylor's version) - taylor swift "so it's gonna be forever/or it's gonna go down in flames?/you can tell me when it's over/if the high was worth the pain"

You never meant to get involved with him.

Really, it wasn’t anything you did.

 As usual, it came back around to your father, who had a bad gambling problem, as well as a substance issue, and would often be tempted to gamble big prizes for things like coke or heroin. He would bet money, college funds, heirlooms, your house.

But of course, he couldn’t pay these debts.

Your mom had been gone for quite some time, and you suspect this is where your fathers’ addictions stem from. But you’re trying to just make your way through your adult life. You had gone to a local college, unable to afford much else. Now, you worked in a dingy little office where they constantly abused your work ethic.

Between your grief, his constant betting on your lively hood, and your asshole boss, you felt your bones grow tired. Not the sort of tired that could be fixed by a good night’s sleep. The sort of tired that could be fixed by a new life, not that you had the means for that.

You think your mother would haunt you for the rest of your days if you abandoned your dad.

Friday night came, and you were ready to go home to the small apartment you shared with your father, and drink some wine, and get a nice sleep.

You had been told by your boss that you needed to stay late to translate paper files to the digital system. No, you would not be getting paid overtime.

It was dark by the time you finally left, your feet aching in your heels as you made your way through Hell’s Kitchen, wanting to get home so as not to start crying on the streets of New York.

You don’t make it home.

As you turn the corner by your block, you notice a van creeping up on you. How long had it been following you? If you weren’t so tired, maybe you would know.

But the van pulled up next to you, and you did the only thing you could in this situation. You started to run.

Only, you made it about ten feet before you twisted your ankle with these stupid fucking heels. As you fall, you let out a cry of pain, and before you can think, two men are outside the van. They grab you by the arms and pull you into the van, the whole time you struggle.

Someone puts a black hood over your head and wraps duct tape around your hands. Your ankle is fucking aching.

You aren’t sure how long you drive for, but someone is then pulling you out of the van and drags you along. They give you an opportunity to walk but your ankle hurts to the point where you can’t walk.

They drag you again, and your foot is dragging, and holy shit, you can’t believe that your biggest concern while being kidnapped is how much your ankle hurts.

Eventually, hood on your head still, you are sat in a chair. Your hands are untied, and you want to jump up and fight, but you know your ankle won’t help you here.

They quickly tie your hands back to the chair, with rope this time. Whoever ‘they’ are.

You’re starting to have trouble breathing, because you’re realizing what sort of situation, you’re in right now.

You’ve been kidnapped for something; you have to assume in some way that it’s to get back at your father.

The hood is pulled off your head, and your eyes take a moment to adjust.

The room you’re in is dark, dingy. You know there’s two people behind you, big enough to carry you. You can hear water outside the room, assuming you’re in an abandoned office by the docks. Then, there’s three people in front of you.

One is a man, with long blond hair. He wears a nice suit and is just standing in front of the door. Another is a woman, with even longer blond hair and she also dons rather luxurious apparel. Your dirty work clothes make you look meager next to her.

The last is a man with dark hair. He wears a simple, rather expensive suit, and red glasses.

If you weren’t on the verge of a meltdown, you’d probably realize how hot he is.

Oh, he also holds a knife.

The blond man talks first.

“So. Do you want to start, or should we?”

“What?” Your ankle throbs.

“I guess we should, then.” He hums. “Do you have five grand worth of heroin on you, dear?”

You could throw up.

“I—”

“No, of course you don’t. You and your boyfriend probably used it all.”

What is he talking about? Now, on top of being in pain and panicked, you’re confused.

“The man you live with?” The woman finally speaks. “I assume you two used all the heroin he stole.”

You realize she means your father. You realize that your father stole five grand worth of heroin. What else did he steal?

“What else does he owe?”

“No, darling,” she scoffs, “We ask, you answer.”

“I don’t do heroin.”

“So, how do you know he owes us more?”

“Took a wild fucking guess.” You spit. “Figured you wouldn’t kidnap someone over five grand, figure money is no object.”

The man with the knife steps out of the shadows. Your heartbeat races, and he chuckles. He crouches in front of you.

“You’re a spitfire. I like that. In fact, I love that in a woman, don’t I, Foggy?” He turns his head back slightly.

Foggy answers.

“That you do, man.”

His head turns back to you. But you get the impression by his glasses that he can’t see. So how is he looking right at you?

“If you give us some sort of sass like that again, I’ll stab you and make sure you feel every second of pain.” You whimper, and he laughs again. “Not so cocky anymore, are we, sweetheart?” He stands and goes behind you, his arms landing on the outside of your own, caging you in. He leans down and whispers in your hear, “Is this.. turning you on, sweetheart?”

You don’t answer.

“Answer me.”

“No.”

“Liar.” He whispers back, the knife gracing over your ear. He cuts your ear just enough to make it bleed, and tears slip down your face. He makes his way back to the front of you and crouches again. “I’ll ask you again. How do you know he owes me more?”

“I figured he would, when gamblers start, they don’t stop.”

“Not only did you lie to me again, you also just gave yourself away. Lie to me again and I hurt you worse.”

Your foot that isn’t hurt goes up and kicks him in the face. At least it tries, because his reaction is too quick, and he grabs your ankle.

“Bad, bad girl.” He tuts. He lets go of your leg and picks up your other leg, the one with the bruising, swollen ankle. You start to shake. His hand squeezes the wound and when you yell in pain, he just coos at you. “Aw, does that hurt, sweetheart?”

You’re busy crying.

“Answer me!” He demands. It shakes you to your core. You realize you do not know who you’re dealing with, and you’re even angrier at your father for jeopardizing you like this.

“Yes!” You sob, and this seems to satisfy him. He takes the knife in his other hand and slowly cuts open your stocking, loving the way you’re shaking with fear.

 “Keep moving and you’ll cut yourself.”

You try to calm yourself down, on the verge of a panic attack. The knife grazes your leg, and he starts to focus in on your thigh, twisting the knife around your skin.

“How do you know him?” he asks. And you aren’t sure why you try it. You don’t know how he knows when you lie.

“I’ll find a way to pay you back, just let me go, I promise, I’ll tell you where he is, just—”

Then you feel it.

The knife pierces your thigh and is lodged into your leg. You scream in pain, gripping the arms of the chair. Fuck, it hurts. Your vision blurs, and you’re unsure whether it’s from pain or from your tears.

 He stands up in front of you, ignoring the stares from Karen and Foggy. He knows he might have gone a step too far for someone he’s pretty sure is innocent in all this. But he can’t help himself. He likes hearing you wither in pain, and he likes being the person administering the pain. He has all these things he’s in control of, but at this moment, no one else is in the room. It’s you and him, in a rather intimate moment.

He pats your chin, “C’mon, focus, right here, sweetheart. Tell me the truth and I make the pain go away.” He tells you, breaking through the wall of pain and fear that blocks your ability to think.

“He’s my father!” You finally cry out. It comes out as if you’re yelling in church, screaming to God a confession you can’t bear anymore. The only thing missing is your position on your knees, but being below this man like this is as close to an altar as you can see yourself being. “I know he has a gambling problem, and I know he has a drug problem but that’s it! I don’t know anything else, I just lost the parent roulette, okay?!” Your words come gasped out, in between sobs and when you’re not too distracted with your pain.

He seems to be satisfied with this. He gets back down, closer to the ground. Now he’s the one at the altar, but the devil has no place in a church, only between your thighs. He tilts his head and kisses the inside of your thigh.

“See? Good girls get rewards.” Bad girls get stabbed. He stands up, and with him, he pulls at the knife. Blood gushes as you cry out in pain again, sure he'll leave you to bleed out, to be fed on by rats.

He drops the knife at your feet and adjusts his tie.

“What should we do with her, boss?”

“Go get her father.” He says, “But don’t let her go just yet. I’d like to keep her a while.” You think you’ll be sick. “Knock her out though, we don’t want her knowing where she is.” That’s the last thing before the butt of a gun meets your head.

It’s a nice relief from the pain.  

• • •

You wake up on a bed with silk sheets. It’s almost nice enough for you to forget about the whole situation. Maybe your whole life has been a dream, and really, you’re a rich housewife for a man who loves you deeply and your mom is still alive.

But then you sit up, and your stockings are ripped, and your heels are gone.

A brace wraps around your hurt ankle. A bandage wraps around your thigh. The pain isn’t there anymore, you’re not sure what drugs have been given to you.

The room is rather barren, you realize, with little to no works of art or even photos, and it’s rather dark. It’s also freezing cold, a central air system whirling around you. You wonder, if you’re a prisoner, then why put you in a room like this?

What is happening?

The door opens and immediately you went to defend yourself, though there were no weapons around you.

The man from the night before steps into the room, and he looks... casual. He wears dark jeans and a tee shirt, his glasses discarded. Bandages wrapped around his knuckles.

“Oh, good. You’re awake.” You don’t respond, just stare at him. “I’m Matt.”

You stay quiet.

“You’re not being tortured anymore, honey. If you want, you can lie and be mean now, I don’t bite. Not anymore. Not unless you want me to.”

“I’m Matt.” You repeat, unable to believe it. “You stab me in the leg and kidnap me, and you go as casual as ‘I’m Matt’?” He grins.

“I told you; I love a woman with some fire.” You wonder how many times he’s used that line on people. “Telling them they’re beautiful just doesn’t hit the same way when you’re blind.” He says, going over to a door, and when he opens it, you realize it’s a closet.

“I want nothing to do with you.”

“No?” He turns to you, and smiles. He says your name. How does he know it? “You went to college for Marketing, cute. No siblings. Your mom died a few years ago, after a long battle with cancer. I’m sorry.” This sounds sincere. “You were engaged once, but he cheated on you and is now married to the other woman.” And he goes back to stinging. “Your father, I know all about him. David is an addict and a gambler. Now, addict, I could deal with. Addiction runs deep but it can be managed. It’s the gambling that frustrates me, and Sweetheart, If I’m frustrated, you must be riled up. He gambles everything, I should know. He gambles it to Foggy, who shares it with me.” He hums. He picks clothes out of the closet and heads back to you, “The pants are your size, but the shirt is mine.” He tells you, laying the clothes out in front of you. “Don’t worry about me watching, or anything.” It’s almost enough to make you smile.

You get changed, the challenge of slipping into the slightly lose jeans the hardest part. The bandage fits right in there, but even whatever pain meds have been given to you, aren’t enough.

“So, your father,” You groan, your face in your hands. You get it, your father is awful, and he hates him, but you know that your father is awful, and you know that you hate him. Why must he keep involving you? “I know, sweetheart, you’re in pain, and you hate him, but just stay with me on this.” he says, a cooing tone to his voice. You don’t know why, but you’re compelled to listen to him. “Your father forces you to live in this small apartment, because you’re the only one who works, and he always manages to find your money to gamble away. But it’s not just the money, it’s your electronics, your nice shoes, any pills you have in the house. And really, by doing all this, he is gambling you. Because not only is he risking not being able to pay his debts and someone taking you, but you’re tired. Aching for absolution that will never come. But the worst part is that even though all this stems from his grief around your mom, he gambled her wedding and engagement rings, the one you were always told you’d be proposed with.”

Tears well your eyes.

“Please, stop.”

He sits next to you on the bed, and you don’t have the energy to move away from him. In fact, you lean against him ever so slightly. He must know it too, you figure, since he can tell when you’re lying and when your heartbeat races. He’s warmer than you imagined. He’s a beacon of warmth in this cold, dim room.

He takes something out of his pocket, and then drops it into your hands. It’s a necklace, just a simple chain. Three things hang on it. A silver charm with an ‘M’ on it, and two rings. Your mom’s engagement ring, and her wedding band. You thought you’d never see it again, not after you came home and went to your jewelry box only to find out from your dad that he had lost it in a poker match a few weeks before.

You clutch the necklace in your hands.

“M for Matt?”

“Or Murdock, whatever you’d like.”

“You’re in charge, right? Just how in charge are you?”

“I run everything. There isn’t a corner of this city that I don’t have men in.” So, he’s the kingpin. The boss. Matt Murdock, a man feared by all, gentle to only you. Only for this moment.

“You’re not going to let me go, are you?”

“Bun, I was never going to let you go. But I don’t think you want to leave, either.”

You stay quiet. You can’t run. He made sure of that. Was he always going to stab you? Had he decided that from the moment he heard you whimper or was it your reaction to his pet names that did you in?

His fingers come up to graze your ear gently, but you flinch, since it’s where he had cut you.

“Bunnies are always so sensitive to the ears. Fragile. It’s not like you can hop away. Besides, you need time to heal, and I could take away all the pain. No more mean fathers, no more mean bosses, and no more mean thoughts.” He says gently. “I could put you back together.”

His voice is soft, as if his intentions are as well, but you’re sure he’ll destroy you. He will not put you back together, only break you down, collecting tiny pieces of you for his collection.

You consider it. You would never have to work again. You would never have to do anything again. You would never have to see your father again.

You turn your head, and nod.

“Okay. Okay, I’ll stay.” It wasn’t as if you had a choice in the matter. But nonetheless, He grins, and takes the necklace from you, only to wrap it around your neck, and clasp it on.

Despite the rings being something you had longed for, the ‘M’ alone weighs on you like a boulder.

He tilts your head gently, his fingers brushing against your chin, and you look away, ashamed of what you have done. He grabs your chin and keeps you looking at him. He leans forward and for a moment you just stay, feeling his hot breath against your lips. Tears escape from your eyes and run down your cheeks. He tuts softly and kisses your cheeks where the tears lie.

“Sh, Sh.. It’s okay, sweetheart,” he comforts. His other hand trails down to your thigh, where two of his fingers find the stab wound, and push into it. You whimper in pain, grasping his wrist. He sighs deeply, “Pretty noises.” He hums. “I would never deny you anything, bun. But if you deny me what I ask, it won’t end well for you. Understand?”

You nod, but when you aren’t verbal, he pushes down harder, the bandage and his fingers soaking with blood.

“Tell me. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand, Matt.” You manage to whimper out. He takes his fingers away and kisses your cheek.

“Good. Good job, honey.” He says softly, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking your blood off them. “Sweet, sweet girl.”

He leans forward and kisses you, and it’s full of a gentleness you weren’t sure he was capable of. You kiss back, afraid of what he’ll do if you deny him again.

He winds up kissing you to sleep, not mad at you for falling tired as you kiss. You lay with him in these silk sheets, freezing cold as you cuddle into him. He relishes being wanted. You accept that this is love. He feels you shivering and pulls you closer.

His hands slip beneath your shirt, his fingers tickling the bottom of your torso. You whine when he does this, burying your head in the crook of his neck. He laughs, kissing your head.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. I’ll buy you blankets. Blankets, Diamonds, anything you want.” He tells you. You’re tired. You just want to nap. You want him to give you more of the drugs that dull the pain of your thigh, and you want to eat something homemade that you didn’t cook yourself.

You want to give in and remain thoughtless. Just be happy with him since no one is looking for you anyways.

But as you drift off to sleep, feeling his hands crawl along your skin, you begin to plan. You’ll let him think you’re in love with him. You’ll let him love you, fuck you, put you back together. You’ll be his bunny, his arm candy, his toy to dress up and do whatever the fuck he wants. You’ll let him think he owns you.

He’ll know that he does.

And you’ll become close to his friends too. You’ll dress in pretty dresses, and he’ll pretend he’s oblivious to how much everyone wants you.

 And then, when your wounds heal, you’ll run.

You’ll flee the country, you’ll change your name, dye your hair.

But you don’t yet realize how relentless he is. How deeply enamored of you he is. By how determined he is to have you.

Escaping the devil will not be as easy as you think it might, not when he can hear your heartbeat, not when he can smell you, not when he wants you.

And it doesn’t help when he gives you the honor of killing your father.

That’s when you start to fall in love with him.