#mattmurdock x reader

[inkdrinkerworld]

if you’re still on your Matt kick would you consider writing about him and his gf who bakes weekly and Matt bugging her while she does it but like in a loving way??

You’re in the kitchen trying to decide what to bake. You’re between blueberry muffins and chocolate chip cookies, both delicious you just can’t seem to choose.

“Matty?” You call, staring at your ingredients like they’ll jump out at you.

“Sweetheart?” He’s home today, the one day that’s just for you and him- Sunday.

If he thinks about it too hard, the Catholic guilt will eat at him, but Sundays are your days.

“Would you prefer blueberry muffins or chocolate chip cookies? I can’t decide.”

He comes up behind you, smelling as he usually does; whiskey and vetiver, warm and inky. His arms wrap around your waist as he hums.

“The muffins,” he says thoughtfully, kissing the groove between your neck and shoulder. “We haven’t had those for a while.”

You smile, leaning back to kiss the hinge of his jaw; “Thanks Matt.”

He doesn’t leave you as you weigh the ingredients, no. Matt stays glued to you the entire time. He doesn’t make it easy to work either, he’s leaning all of his weight on you, kissing your cheek and squeezing your hips.

“Matthew!” You giggle and he laughs. “Ten minutes and then I’m all yours, you clinger.”

He laughs, “I’m not a clinger,” you scoff as you mix the blueberries in the batter. “Can’t a man love on his girl?”

You know Matt knows your heart skips a beat at his words. “You can love on me after I put these in the oven.”

Matt sighs all dramatic like and takes two steps away from you as you scoop the batter in the muffin cups, apply the streusel top and slide them in the oven.

He wastes no time in pulling you close to him after you set a timer. “All mine now,” you giggle as he kisses all over your face.

“You’re like a caveman.” You wrap your arms around his neck as he hauls you to the living room, kisses smattered to every part of you he can reach.

There’s no better way you want to spend your Sunday.

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

A New Devil

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fisk!Daughter Reader, Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter x Fisk!Daughter Reader

Summary: The daughter of Wilson Fisk walks a dangerous line between power and passion in Hell’s Kitchen. When Matt Murdock confronts her in the bar of her father’s Presidential Hotel, warning her about Benjamin Poindexter—her latest entanglement—wearing the Daredevil suit and wreaking havoc, she refuses to play into his self-righteousness. Matt sees her making the same mistakes as Fisk, but she insists she’s always one step ahead.

Inspired by: @prince-septimus 's headcannon? oneshot? about this topic.

The city breathes like a beast beneath you—alive, hungry, always watching. Hell’s Kitchen was never yours, not really, but it wasn't his either. Not Murdock’s. Not Dex’s. Not your father’s. It belonged to the shadows in between, and you had learned to navigate them with ease.

And yet, even as you sat across from Matt in the sleek, dimly lit bar of the Presidential Hotel—now your father’s hotel—you could feel the weight of all three men pressing in around you. Your father. Your ex. Your... whatever Dex was now.

"You shouldn’t be here," you murmured, swirling your drink lazily as you avoided looking at him. "You shouldn’t have called me."

Matt smiled that infuriating little smirk of his, the one that made you want to either punch him or kiss him, depending on the day. "Then why did you answer the phone?"

You exhaled sharply through your nose, setting the glass down with a soft clink. "Say what you need to say, Murdock."

"It’s about Poindexter."

You went still. A slow blink. A measured breath. "What about him?"

Matt leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, lowering his voice. "He’s wearing my suit."

The words barely had time to settle before you scoffed. "And?"

His jaw tensed. "And he’s using it to tear this city apart."

You rolled your eyes. "Spare me the theatrics. You think I don’t know what he does? You think I don’t know what you do? The only difference between the two of you is a red suit and a self-righteous complex."

Matt exhaled slowly, shaking his head. "You don’t see it, do you?"

You tilted your head, challenging him. "See what?"

"You think you’re different from your father. That you’re smarter than him, better. But you’re making the same mistake. You’re letting a man who was made to kill whisper sweet things in your ear, and you’re pretending he won’t turn on you when the time comes."

A slow smile curled your lips, sharp and cruel. "Oh, Matty. The difference between my father and me is that I don’t pretend he won’t. I just plan for when he does."

Matt’s expression darkened. "Then you know how this ends."

You reached for your drink again, raising it slightly. "Everything ends, Matthew. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy it while it lasts."

Dex was waiting for you when you got back to your apartment. Sitting on your couch like he belonged there, a knife in his hands, flipping it between his fingers with that eerie precision of his.

"Was he convincing?" he asked without looking up.

You let out a breath, kicking off your heels. "He’s worried about you. Thinks you’re unstable."

Dex snorted. "Takes one to know one."

You smirked, making your way toward him, settling onto his lap without hesitation. He let you, hands immediately resting against your hips, firm and possessive.

"What do you think?" he asked, voice dropping lower. "Am I unstable?"

You ran your fingers through his hair, tilting his head back just slightly. "I think you’re dangerous," you murmured. "And I think I like it."

His eyes darkened, his grip tightening. "Careful, princess. You might start sounding just like your father."

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his, barely a whisper of a touch. "Then it’s a good thing I never wanted to be anything else."

Dex’s breath hitched just slightly before he yanked you down into a bruising kiss, sharp and consuming, as if he wanted to mark you from the inside out.

You wanted him to.

Because Matt was wrong.

You weren’t your father.

You were worse.

[jeffbuckleysconvent]

“this is our ungodly hour” - the fray

priest!matt murdock x reader

summary: with no place to go, matthew shows up at your apartment after being excommunicated due to your rendezvous

wc: 1.0k

a03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62326288

just some angst.

The candles you burn don’t make a calming atmosphere, like the magazine sitting on your coffee table said it would. Its scented flames simply remind the man, the ex-priest, sitting on your couch of home, the church. The incense burned inside the holy walls, just as his lust for you burned within him. 

He tells you it’s not your fault; that he was bound to succumb to sin the second he heard your sweet voice, and that you introducing yourself merely sealed his fate, not wrote it. 

You’ve never been all that religious, but in this moment you’re praying to have a God you don’t believe in to smite you down instead of having to keep staring at his sad face, adorned with puppy dog eyes. The small cardboard box sits beside him, a reminder of the vow of poverty he took years ago. A few pieces of clothing, a braille bible, and the red lenses he abandoned since he knocked on your door.

Your relationship was more than a fling, there was love there. You were sure of it. Either that or you convinced yourself of it to make his ex-communication seem ‘worth it’. Even if it seemed like a fling - the secret meetings, the absence of labels; you felt more like two teenagers in the midst of their first love. The love you made was full of experience and skill, yet whenever he gave you that boyish grin, his hair mussed and messy, he appeared younger than ever.

Right now, his hair is in disarray from the countless times he’s ran his hand through it, and it brings you back to the nights of your rendezvous. Although, right now, in the dim candlelight, he seems aged. Or really, more his actual age. Shadows dance on his stubble, his eyes shouldering bags heavier than stones. 

“It’s not your fault.” He repeats to you, like a prayer. He seems sure of it. You still blame yourself for not resisting temptation, or whatever they say in the church.

“Your life is ruined. You grew up in that church, it’s all you’ve ever known.” You say quietly, scared that if you start speaking too loud you’ll cry. Thanking God that Matthew has good hearing, you turn back to making tea. A therapist from years ago had told you to ‘make tea about it’ when you're anxious. Staring at the kettle just made you spiral further.

He swallows, wetting his gorgeous, puffy lips before responding. “I know you. I know every inch of your beautiful body. You are my church now, you are the goddess I pray to.” That, you suppose, is the one truth currently. He knows the curve of your nose just like the curves of your hips, the softness of your lashes and hair, the faint stretch marks on your inner thighs better than any verse.

You realize you’ve been wallowing in your thoughts much too long when he clears his throat, saying, “I can hear your heart racing.”

All you can manage is a question, a loaded one at that. “How are you so calm? Aren’t you worried?”

He begins to answer almost immediately. “God is our refuge and-“ he bites his tongue, like he was about to spill a secret. It’s no secret he still believes in that being up in the sky, you can see it on his face. “I’ve been through worse and recovered.” He corrects himself, his hands grasped firmly together as they sit in his lap.

“You don’t have a resume, a proper college degree-“ you protest, reminded of bills you’re behind on currently. And now you have to take care of another man. Which is more food to buy. And more toilet flushes. And more time in the shower.

“Can’t be as bad as waking up blind.” He snips, showing some anger. He doesn’t seem mad at you, nor could he ever be. More anger in the way an injured dog bites back when you try to help the poor thing. He is hurting, and scared, and you’re one of the few people in this world who can see that.

Even though you hear the kettle screaming, you still sit down next to him on the couch. The cushion sinks slightly under your weight as you hug him, tight and hard and yet your touch is so soft. You can’t see his face, it’s buried in the crook of your neck, but you begin to hear choked sobs coming from him. You want to tell him it’ll be alright, but honestly? You’re not quite sure it will be.

That diner you work at barely pays enough to scrape by, this apartment is dingy and small, your neighbors are constantly fighting, which you know will annoy Matthew to high heaven. Who is going to hire a blind ex-priest? He’s a smart man, a kind man, a good man, but that’s not what anyone else sees. All anyone else would see are his blind eyes and the fact he was excommunicated. And half of that is your fault.

You shush him quietly, running your palm up and down his back. “I’m here, I’m here..” you whisper in the quietness of the dingy apartment, your voice louder than his sobbing. You may have ruined his life, yes, but seemingly you are all he has in this world at the moment. He feels like a child in your embrace, shaking and crying and oh so fragile. 

Maybe you start crying, too, the pressure finally causing the diamond to crack. Perhaps you don’t, simply letting him feel, letting him be. You don’t bother blowing out the candles; if anything, burning your apartment down would be better than having to face the truth: that you led a man, a priest, into temptation and now you are both suffering because of it. 

But in the strange calm of that apartment, as Matthew begins to quiet, none of those worries seem so big anymore. Only specks of dust on your coffee table. It could be that exhaustion has stopped any fretting keeping you awake, or maybe, just maybe, it’s due to you being in the arms of the one person you may just love. As you doze off on that lumpy couch, his chest making a lovely pillow, you begin to agree with him. You’ve both been through worse and recovered. So together, you can get through this. You must.

[peetahpahkah]

OMG I JUST SAW DAREDEVIL TRAILER AAAAAASJDJWJFWKDK IM SO FUCKINGHAPPY

[idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock]

ATTENTION DAREDEVIL/MATTHEW MURDOCK WRITERS:

Please remember: Matthew Murdock is blind. Yes, he can see in "other" ways; but he cannot directly see with the pupils that god has given him. So, please: remember that he uses a cane, he wears glasses and he very dramatically takes them off when he's w/someone he trusts. He needs to guide himself to a certain degree, and he reads braille. AND, yes!; if you're writing romance/lemon/smut/intimate scenes; please please please, keep that in mind bc it makes things way more intriguing as a reader and for you as a writer to expand you're MIND.

[xblueriddlex]

prt 2

Lose Myself || Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky can’t help but fall in love with his new neighbor even though every fiber of his beings tells him to stay away from her.

Warnings: song fic, fem reader, written from Bucky’s point of view, angst, mentions of insecurities and trauma (from Bucky’s side), mutual pining kinda, Bucky being a total simp for the reader, fluff

English is not my first language

Word count: 4200

Notes: this is part 2 of You Ruined Me (Matt Murdock x Reader) but you can totally read this as a stand alone. All you have to know is that Reader and Matt used to date but they broke up because he was still in love with Elektra. Also, I have plans for part 3 with a little more drama👀 so let me know if you guys would like to read that!

Like the previous part, this one is also inspired by a JC Chasez song, this time it’s Lose Myself so again I recommend you to listen to it to understand the vibe of the story. 

She loves daffodils and she keeps them on her window sill

When the wind blows her smell fills the room

She dreams in color, but does she know that I love her?

I'm swimming in my abyss of insecure blue

Bucky knocked on his neighbor's door gently, certain that you would be close enough to the entrance to hear him walk down the hallway to get there. You had called him urgently because you needed his help to get rid of a spider that was tormenting your apartment so naturally he dropped everything he was doing to rush to your rescue. You had that kind of relationship. Whenever you needed help killing a bug that you were terrified of or if there was a heavy piece of furniture you wanted to move you called Bucky. He lived in the apartment down the hall from you so he had no problem coming over to help you. It was always small favors and easy tasks that he would gladly do if it gave him an excuse to see you. You usually ended up hanging out together afterwards, and those were his favorite parts of the day.

When you opened the door Bucky's nostrils were assaulted by the smell of daffodils coming from inside the apartment. It was your favorite fragrance and over time he had learned to love it too. It was a scent he associated with you and therefore always brought him feelings of peace, security, love...

"Bucky! Thank God you're here!" you exclaimed, stepping aside to let him pass. "Come quick before it hides again." Closing the door behind him, you took his hand and led him through the apartment and into the kitchen. 

"Where is the monstrous spider you need me to take care of?" Bucky asked in a slightly amused tone. You always sounded so dramatic over the phone, but in his experience it was all your exaggerations. He was ready to meet the world's smallest spider. 

"It's in there." you pointed your finger into the kitchen as you stood in the safety of the door frame. "Between those things on the counter." You refused to go back into the kitchen as long as that thing was there, so you gave Bucky a gentle shove to force him in. He let out a chuckle, shaking his head at your attitude as he went inside to inspect the area you had indicated.

"This thing? Really?" he said when he found the spider walking across the counter. Sure, it wasn't a small domestic spider, but it wasn't the horrifying monster you had described to him either. "It's not that bad."

"It's disgusting. Get it out of here!"

Bucky didn't see the need to kill it, so he trapped it inside a glass so he could release it outside. He walked to the balcony, laughing as you let out a shriek and ran in the opposite direction as he walked past you with the spider in his hands. After releasing it Bucky closed the door to make sure it didn't get back into the apartment.

"All done! You can breathe now, doll" Bucky said as he turned to find you in the corner of the living room, hugging one of the couch cushions.

"Oh my god! Thank you thank you thank you thank you!" You thanked him, letting go of the cushion and running into his arms. "I don't know what I would do without you" you murmured against his chest. Bucky let out a chuckle, wrapping his arms around you as he felt his pulse quicken at the contact.

"Probably burn the building to the ground as soon as a bug enters your apartment."

"Oh you know me so well," you laughed, imagining the situation. "Are you staying for dinner? I have pizza and beer," you added, pulling away from him so you could look him in the eye. 

"Well, I can't say no to that."

It was sort of a tradition you guys had. Every time he helped you, you thanked him with food. It was a ritual that went all the way back to the day you met. You were in the process of moving in and when Bucky came into the building after his afternoon walk he saw you struggling to carry your belongings up to your apartment. He didn't usually interact with strangers, but the gentleman in him wouldn't let him go anywhere without offering his help. You had refused at first, telling him you didn't want to bother him, but when Bucky started lifting the boxes as if they weighed nothing you ended up agreeing. You spent the whole day together that time, carrying all your furniture and possessions up the stairs as you chatted and got to know each other. As night fell you invited him over for dinner. Your apartment was a mess of boxes and bags piled everywhere, but you had a few beers and the number of a pizza place that had been recommended to you. 

Bucky had wanted to say no, the voice of insecurity in his head screaming at him to get away from you before he ended up ruining your life. But there was something about your smile that wouldn't let him say no. You were special in a way that Bucky couldn't describe. You were completely different from him in every way, cheerful and easy to talk to, a splash of color in his gray life. Maybe that was what attracted him to you, the stark contrast you represented. You were everything he wasn't and to his surprise he liked that. 

Your little tradition had been created that day without either of you realizing it. It had been the beginning of your relationship and the beginning of Bucky's feelings for you.

And I'm losing my head

And I can't get no sleep

But if I reached out

Would you reach out for me?

Bucky hadn't been able to stop thinking about you since that day. And his feelings for you only grew as time went by. The sound of your melodious laughter was permanently recorded in his mind, accompanying him in every second of his life. He spent his days waiting for the moment when he could hear it again, longing for your next encounter in the hope of feeling once again that tingle that ran through his body every time your hands brushed.

He was in love with you, there was no denying it. It had been hard for him to admit it, but it was the truth. Though just because he was willing to admit it to himself didn't mean he was ready to act on his feelings.

The love he felt for you was unlike anything he had felt in the past. It was much stronger, much more intense. He lay awake at night thinking about you, trying to decide if he should act on what he felt. He wanted to, God knew there was nothing he wanted more than to hold you in his arms and tell you how much he loved you. But he could never muster the courage to do it. The voice of insecurity in his head always stopped him, reminding him that he was a mess and that you deserved someone better. Bucky knew he shouldn't listen to that voice, but it was very hard for him to ignore it so he kept his feelings secret, loving you in silence.

He was pretty sure you didn't feel anything for him anyway, so he didn't see the point in confessing his feelings to you. You had told him about your ex-boyfriend, how you had found him cheating on you with another woman and how much that breakup had hurt. You were so heartbroken that you had moved out of your apartment to escape the memories, hoping to start over in a place far away from all the pain. From the way you talked about him and your past relationship, Bucky assumed that you still had feelings for your ex-boyfriend. And he used that as an excuse so he wouldn't have to admit that he was terrified of you rejecting him. He had convinced himself of it because it was easier than accepting the truth.

However, there were times when he questioned his assumptions. There were times when you looked at him in a special way. Bucky couldn't describe it in words, but there was a special sparkle he sometimes noticed in your eyes that led him to wonder what would really happen if he decided to confess his feelings to you. And now as he listened to you telling him about your day, laughing over a funny story from work, Bucky couldn't help but wonder if you would take his hand if he dared to take the big step, if you would risk jumping with him or if you would let him fall alone into the abyss of uncertainty.

Knocked unconscious, walking on water cause I'm thinking of you

And don't you know that love's intoxicating and I need the abuse?

Because I'm endlessly falling, you're my destiny calling

What you're making me do

It's all because I lose myself in you

All because I lose myself in you

When you finished dinner you settled down on the couch to watch TV. It was not uncommon for you to end up curled up on top of each other under a blanket while watching a show or movie that caught your attention. Those were Bucky's favorite moments because he had an excuse to put his arms around you and pull you close to him. Normally he was not a fan of physical contact, he had too many painful memories that prevented him from enjoying being close to people. But with you it was different. With you everything was different. Bucky loved to take you in his arms and feel your warmth enveloping his body, it was like a gentle caress to his hurting soul. And that's exactly what he did, leaning back against the back of the couch to give you room to lay your head on his chest.

He tried to pay attention to the movie playing on the screen. It was some romantic comedy that he had never seen before, but you seemed to like it. He was sure it was very entertaining, but despite how hard he tried to pay attention to it, the sound of the television was nothing more than a mere background noise that sounded muffled, completely drowned out by the harmonious melody of your laughter. Bucky could smell the sweet scent of your hair, a mixture of your shampoo and your signature daffodil perfume. It invaded his nostrils with every breath he took, intoxicating him with your scent. How could he concentrate on anything else when you were all he could feel, all he could think about?

Bucky was convinced that you were his destiny calling him. He didn't really believe in that sort of thing, but it was the only explanation he could find for his feelings for you. He believed that you were meant to be together and all the shit he'd been through was a necessary evil he'd had to endure in order to get to you. Bucky felt a little selfish every time his thoughts took him down that route. He had nothing good to offer you and was probably the least qualified person to be in a relationship at the time. You deserved someone far better than him, someone who wasn't broken inside, someone who could offer you a brighter future. He knew that being with him was probably the worst decision you could make, but he couldn't deny how he felt. And even though it was selfish, he was sure that you were his destiny. 

You had made your way into his heart faster than anyone else in his life, both past and present. Somehow you had managed to break down all the barriers he had put up around his heart to protect himself, and you had secured a place in it without asking him for permission. You had become his support, his guide. You were the only person capable of making him feel good in his worst moments, the only one that with a simple smile could make all his negative thoughts disappear. You had never judged him, despite knowing who he was and what his past entailed. You had always been kind to him, showing him respect and affection even when he wasn't sure he deserved it. 

Bucky wasn't sure if you knew how much you had helped him by simply being yourself. Your kindness and caring inspired him to get better with each passing day, to fight negative thoughts and to be a better person. It made him think that if someone as good as you was capable of loving him then maybe he wasn't the monster his mind told him he was.

You had become his refuge, his home. You represented everything good in his life. You were a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, a rainbow shining through the clouds after a storm. Bucky got lost in you every time you were together, letting your light illuminate his dark inner self. He was addicted to you, to the feeling of comfort and reassurance you brought him. He was addicted to loving you. Even if it hurted him, he couldn’t stay away from you.

I don't wanna be invisible, I just wanna be compatible

Longing for something that can only be filled by you

'Cause I'm fighting with my confidence

Build up my courage, give myself a chance

Because the only thing I think about is you

Bucky knew he was being selfish by staying by your side. He knew that the best thing for you would be for him to disappear from your life before he ended up hurting you. And in the beginning he had tried to walk away, to push you out of his heart and forget about you forever. He had forced himself to meet other people, going on multiple dates and looking for that special spark he felt when he was with you. But all his attempts had failed. The women he had dated were nice, but they weren't you. 

You were the only one who could fill the void in his heart. You were the only woman he wanted to wake up next to every morning and the only one he wanted to hug every night before he went to sleep. You were the only woman he wanted to kiss for the rest of his life. You were the love of his life and no one else could make him feel what you made him feel. And the worst part was that you didn't even realize the effect you had on him.

It took Bucky a while to accept that his feelings for you would not change and that it was stupid to look for something in other people that only you could give him. But when he finally gave up, when he finally accepted that he couldn't change how he felt, he decided to invest his energy into getting better every day. He focused on repairing his confidence and self-esteem and trying to make peace with his past. He knew it would be a long and arduous process, too much damage had been done to him and it cut deep inside him, but he hoped one day he would become worthy of your love. So he tried to take things slow, giving himself the chance to experience life in a more positive way.  He tried to revisit the things that used to make him happy in the past and find new things to enjoy, slowly but surely becoming a whole person again.

Do you know that I'm here? Do I even exist?

I'll dance on velvet skies

For just the thought of one kiss

"She has some good communication skills." Your voice brought him out of his thoughts. On the screen the protagonist was screaming at her love interest about how much he had hurt her and he seemed to understand his mistake as he watched her cry. "I tried that with my ex and it didn't work. She needs to give me some tips" you added with a bitter laugh. You were joking, but Bucky could sense a hint of pain in your voice. His stomach dropped and a sharp sting pierced his heart like a dagger.

He felt invisible, competing against the man that had broken your heart. It frustrated him to know that you were still thinking about that idiot who had done nothing but make you suffer when he was right there beside you, longing for a chance to show you how you should be loved.

Every time the subject of your ex-boyfriend came up in your conversations, Bucky couldn't help but think about how stupid that Matt guy had been to let such a wonderful woman like you go. In Bucky's eyes you were perfection itself, the most beautiful angel in heaven who had come down to take care of him. He couldn't believe that there was a single person on this earth who wasn't capable of seeing you that way. He couldn't understand how anyone could want to hurt a sweet soul like you. How someone who had had the privilege of holding your heart in his hands could have dared to crush it to pieces. If it had been him in your ex-boyfriend's place, Bucky would have made sure to take care of your heart as if it were his own, to show you every day how much he loved you and how important you were to him. Matt was a jerk who didn't deserve you and it was a shame that you still thought about him.

I see the beauty in your strength, baby

And you fight to keep it in you

But I break down your walls

With my army of love

"We're not all the same, doll. I would never have treated you that badly." Bucky spoke without even thinking about what he was saying. It was hard for him to concentrate when you were so close to him. When he realized what he had said he stayed silent. It was a very thin and dangerous line he was walking and if he wasn't careful he would end up saying things he couldn't take back later.

"Yeah well Matt said the same thing and he still cheated on me with his ex-girlfriend so.... I don't know if I can trust your words, Buck."

He couldn't stand the pain he heard in your voice any longer. It wasn't fair for someone as wonderful as you to question your worth because of the actions of a jerk who didn't know how to love you. You deserved to hear compliments and to be told how amazing you were. You deserved to be loved with the same fervor that you loved others around you. You deserved everything good in the world because you were everything good in Bucky's world. And if no one was willing to tell you that, then he would have to. He would have to take it upon himself to show you your true worth and break down the barriers you had built up around your heart, just as you had done with him. For a moment Bucky stopped caring if you realized how he really felt about you, it was a risk he was willing to take if it meant that he could give you back your confidence, support you in the same way you supported him.

"That's because Matt is an idiot who doesn't deserve you." Bucky said confidently even though his insides were fluttering with nerves. "He had the most wonderful woman in the world by his side and he let her go to chase after an ex. That's pathetic."

"You think I'm the most wonderful woman in the world?" you asked, lifting your head off his chest so you could look him in the eye. You spoke in a slightly playful tone, but you were really curious about the answer.

"Of course you are! There is not a doubt in my mind." Bucky assured you without hesitation. "You deserve to be appreciated for who you are. You deserve to be with someone who sees your beauty, but not only your physical beauty, the beauty of your soul as well. You deserve to be loved right. So fuck Matt! He's an idiot who couldn't see just how lucky he was to have you by his side."

As Bucky exposed his heart through his words, his eyes didn't leave yours not even for a second. He was afraid of what he might read in them, but at the same time he didn't know if he could keep hiding his feelings much longer. He was already confessing his love to you without saying it explicitly, so he might as well take advantage of it to evaluate your reaction and be rejected if that was what you really felt. It would hurt, but at least he would stop living in doubt. 

However, it was not rejection that he read in your eyes as the words escaped uncontrollably from his mouth. No, it was quite the opposite. Bucky noticed that special glow in your eyes, the one that only appeared from time to time and made him wonder if you had feelings for him. His heart began to beat fast because of his nerves, but also because of the rush of hope that invaded him.

"You really mean that?" you spoke, your voice almost a whisper. "Because I really want to kiss you now, but I don't know if I can go through all that again. So if you're lying, please tell me." Your eyes crystallized, tears quickly forming at the memory of the pain you had gone through after Matt. It broke Bucky's heart to see you in such a vulnerable state and he mentally cursed Matt for hurting you so much.

"I could never lie to you, doll." He assured you with sincerity in his voice before leaning forward and joining his lips with yours.

Take a journey through my heart, it's a test if fate

As we hold each other close our spirits gravitate

Let's drift into forever as our boundaries melt away

It was a slow, experimental kiss, but passionate nonetheless. Your lips moved together as your hands sought to cling to any part of each other's body they could find. Bucky cupped your face with his flesh hand, caressing your soft skin with his thumb as his brain made an effort to memorize every detail of that moment. He wanted to remember it all for the rest of his life, from the way your lips felt against his to the almost inperceptible sighs of pleasure you let out every time he sucked on your lower lip. He had waited so long for a chance to show you how he felt about you and he didn't intend to waste a single second of it.

Slowly Bucky felt you relaxing into the kiss, your lips moving more confidently against his as you let your hands creep up his chest until they found a place to rest on the back of his neck. He took the moment to deepen the kiss, your lips melding together in a real demonstration of how you felt about each other. You both could feel the little that was left of the walls you had built to protect your hearts finally crumbling, leaving you completely exposed to love. You used to think you would be terrified the day that happened. You thought that all the pain you had gone through with Matt would haunt you forever, preventing you from ever giving yourself body and soul to anyone else. But at that moment there was no place you felt safer than in Bucky's arms. You could feel his love coursing through your veins, your connection growing stronger with every movement of his lips. And somehow you knew you could trust him with your heart.

"Would you go on a date with me?" Bucky asked you when you pulled apart. His voice was barely a whisper as he rested his forehead on yours. "I want to take you out on a proper date."

"Are you saying that my cheap beers and pizza are not a good plan for a date?" You joked, putting a smile on Bucky's face.

"No, I'm saying you deserve to go on a date that didn't start with a bug terrorizing your apartment for once." You let out a chuckle, the sweet melody traveling through the air and into Bucky's ears, piercing straight into his joyfully beating heart. 

"Fair enough. I'll go on a date with you, but only on one condition." Bucky nodded, willing to do whatever you asked no matter how ridiculous just to have a chance to show you how special you were to him. "You have to promise me that you'll continue to take care of the bugs that terrorize my apartment."

This time it was Bucky's turn to let out a chuckle. "I wouldn't have it any other way." He assured you before bringing your lips back together in a kiss.

And as he let himself get lost in you once again, Bucky couldn't help but think how lucky he was to have crossed paths with someone as wonderful as you.

Baby, my life is yours, just open up the door

I can't believe I found you

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A Favor from the Devil |Chapter Five|

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!Mom!Reader Word Count: 4.5k [Series Masterlist]

Warnings/tags: 18+; Domestic abuse, depictions/mentions of sexual assault, struggles with past trauma, canon-typical violence, angst with a happy ending, friends to lovers, slow burn, eventual smut (possibly more warnings to come)

a/n: Another update to this little series that I'm really enjoying working on! Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated!

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Rubbing at your tired eyes, they’d begun to burn from staring at your computer screen all day long. The mindless data entry you'd been doing for most of the day had been turning your brain to mush, your eyes frequently glancing down at the corner of your screen to check the time. You were dying for your shift to end so you could pick Evie up from preschool and go relax at home for the evening. 

Secretly you were also hoping to hear that her second week at preschool had started off better than her first. You'd already been told by her teacher that she'd been very quiet all of last week, barely speaking unless she absolutely needed to. And it sounded like her lack of speech was affecting her opportunities for making friends in her class, which had only broken your heart to hear. Because every mother just wanted their kids to succeed and be happy, yet here your daughter was seemingly miserable and struggling. 

Jaw tightening, your eyelids slowly lowered. All your fault , the voice in your head reminded you. She's like this because of you .

“If I have to stare at a spreadsheet any longer I'm going to lose my damn mind.”

Your eyes flew back open at the familiar voice of Amira behind you. She'd become your only real friend in the city ever since you’d moved here and gotten your job and you always welcomed a free moment to chat with her at work.

Pushing your chair away from your small desk, you turned it around to see her leaning against the entrance to your cubicle. She was raising a mug of steaming tea up to her lips which were stained a dark purple today. 

“Gary in the bathroom?” you asked her.

Swallowing down her sip of tea, she nodded before a grin spread on her face. “Of course he is,” she told you. “I swear that man shits at the same time every day.”

Biting your lip, you fought down a laugh. She wasn't wrong, though. Your boss always kept a tight schedule–even when it came to his bathroom breaks. 

“Gives us time to catch up, though,” she said. “And I hope your weekend was more eventful than mine because I did nothing but clean and wished I'd won the lottery so I didn’t have to come back to this damn place.”

You shrugged in response. “Not really anything interesting to share on my end,” you told her. “Found a park near our building that I brought Evie to play at. Did some cleaning and some grocery shopping, then I brought Evie to the library for Sunday morning story time. That's about it.”

“Hmm,” Amira hummed out, glancing down at her mug as she tapped a finger thoughtfully along the side of it. “Sounds about as eventful as my weekend.”

You watched as she brought the mug to her lips and took another drink. As she did, your eyes slid over to the clock on the wall behind her. You still had twenty minutes left.

“What about your love life?” Amira asked. “Anything more going on with that?”

A bitter laugh fell out of you as your attention returned to Amira. Shaking your head, you tried to stifle the humorless sound.

“You know I'm not looking for a relationship,” you reminded her. “That's the absolute last thing I want right now.”

“So you mean to tell me if some man asked you out, you wouldn't even consider it?” she asked. “I mean, I'm sure you've got needs, you know?”

You glanced down at your hands that were now fidgeting in your lap. “That's not exactly a priority in my life anymore,” you told her. “And I'm not sure I could even trust someone to get that close again anyway. Besides, the only man who's taken an interest in me is my weird neighbor from across the hall.”

“Oh?” Amira asked, instantly perking up. “Why's he weird?”

“I don't know, I somehow just keep running into him,” you answered with another shrug. “It's just odd. And he's always so…friendly?”

“Like friendly friendly?” she asked. “Or like I'm-going-to-peep-through-your-panty-drawer-when-you're-not-home friendly?”

You shook your head, your mind returning to your neighbor and that damn charming smile of his that he always threw your way. You still weren't entirely sure what to make of him. He'd seemed sincerely concerned when you'd encountered him on the roof that one night, even though you figured there was no way he could know that it was you he'd talked to briefly. And he had brought you that lasagna, which as weird as that had been, you couldn't deny it wasn't a nice gesture. Assuming it really was a no strings attached lasagna.

“I don't know,” you answered. “I haven't exactly figured it out, but I'm also not really interested in trying to, either. As long as he leaves Evie and I alone, I don't really care. But he…brought us a lasagna last week.”

“He did what now?” Amira asked, suddenly straightening up. 

“He brought us over an entire lasagna,” you repeated. “Apparently he's a lawyer that does a lot of pro bono work in Hell's Kitchen and I guess his firm often gets paid in food? So he brought us a literal whole lasagna.”

Amira's head tilted to the side, her eyes narrowing curiously back at you as her finger began tapping against her mug again.

“Is he one of the men from Nelson, Murdock, and Page?” she questioned.

“That sounds about right,” you answered.

“Alright girl, now you need to tell me which man it is. Nelson or Murdock?” she pressed. “Cause they are both fine as hell and I've only ever heard good things about them.”

“Murdock, I think?” you answered, brow furrowing in thought. “He said his name was Matthew?”

Amira let out a long, low whistle that only had the crease between your furrowed brows growing. A bright smile lit up her face immediately at the look of confusion that landed on your own. 

“Are you telling me,” she began, “that Matthew Murdock, the hottest lawyer in the goddamn Kitchen with a heart as big as his ass, is your weird and friendly neighbor?”

“Yes?” you replied hesitantly. 

Amira barked out a laugh, shaking her head. “I would let that man peep through my panty drawer while I'm home if he was my neighbor. Are you kidding me? That man is sexy as hell and with all the things I've heard about him in bed?”

You pulled a face at her comment, your nose immediately scrunching up. If his sexual prowess had somehow landed in your co-worker’s ears then you could only imagine what that said about him. Good in bed or not, that definitely didn’t brighten your view of the man.

“So he sleeps around, I assume?” you asked her, a look of disdain still on your face. “Because then I can completely assure you that he's absolutely not my type.”

Amira sent you a stern, serious look, her laughter immediately fading. “I think he'd be great for you, actually,” she said matter-of-factly. “He's a kind-hearted man who'd fuck you senseless and then leave you be. What more could you want?”

“The just being left alone part?” you half-joked. “Seriously, I don't care what he looks like or how good in bed he is, I don't want anyone, Mira. I've got enough on my mind as it is.”

“You're right,” she agreed, tone softening. “In all seriousness, how've you been holding up?”

Leaning back in your chair, you exhaled a long sigh. You were close with Amira, and she understood quite a bit about your situation, but you still weren't about to be entirely honest with her. It wasn’t necessary for her to know absolutely everything about your past.

“I've been alright,” you answered. “Things are going as good as they can, I guess. Wish this job would give me a raise so I could afford living here, but I'm making it work.”

“How're the nightmares?” Amira asked.

You shrugged. “I don't think Evie is having nightmares exactly, they're more like–”

“I meant you,” she cut in, shooting you a knowing look. “I imagine you have them, considering what you’ve been through.”

You could feel your throat closing up and your mouth going dry at the fact that she’d been able to see right through you so easily. How she kept managing to do that remained a mystery to you. Hands beginning to tug at the hem of your blouse, your attention returned to where they fidgeted once more in your lap. 

“I'm–I'm fine,” you lied. “I'm managing.”

“You know, I think you'd benefit from some self-defense classes,” Amira said slowly. “Probably make you feel a whole lot safer at least. Have you considered something like that?”

“You know I can't afford self-defense classes,” you told her quietly. “I'm lucky to pay rent on time and put some food on the table as it is. Anything extra goes to Evie.”

Amira opened her mouth, clearly about to say more, but her eyes darted over the top of your cubicle. A frown settled on her lips as her eyes narrowed and you immediately recognized what that look meant.

“Appears his bathroom break is over,” she grumbled, pushing off of your cubicle wall. “Guess that's my cue to pretend I'm busy until we can get the hell out of here.”

You sent her a strained smile before she ducked out of your cubicle. Slowly turning your chair around back towards your desk, you sighed in defeat as your work glared back at you on the screen. Eyes darting down to the clock on your computer, your shoulders dropped when you saw you still had fifteen minutes left. 

The elevator felt like it was moving exceptionally slow this evening, partly because you were eager to get back to your apartment and change out of your work clothes already, and partly because the lift had been fairly crowded tonight with everyone else coming home from work. 

As you impatiently waited for the elevator to make its multiple stops on its ascent to the top floor, Evie silently held your hand, her eyes remaining fixed on the numbers changing above the doors each time it stopped at a new floor. She’d barely spoken more than four times on your entire walk home. From what you’d gathered from the lopsided conversation, this week of preschool had started off about the same as her previous one, which had only further dampened your mood after the long day at work. So when the doors of the elevator had finally opened onto the sixth floor and you’d stepped out of it with Evie in tow, you weren't thrilled to see that not only was your strange, friendly neighbor in the hallway, but he was in the hallway with two other people. 

Your hand gripped Evie’s tighter in yours as you reluctantly began to make your way down the hall towards your apartment and inevitably towards the small group that was chatting in front of your neighbor’s door. You desperately hoped you’d be able to get away with just giving them a polite smile before ducking inside your apartment, but your hopes were dashed the moment the pretty blonde woman on your neighbor’s left spotted you passing the door to 6C and making your way ever closer to them. 

“Oh, Matt, I think your neighbor is actually home!” she exclaimed. “What perfect timing!”

Briefly pausing midstep, your eyes grew wide in fright at being acknowledged by the little group. What could they possibly have wanted with you ? Trying to regain your composure, you plastered a stiff smile on your face, but your pulse increased the second your neighbor’s covered gaze fixed on you. It felt as if he was looking right at you, almost as if he knew exactly where you were walking as you finished making your way down the hallway. The gentleman on his other side turned at the waist, focusing his attention on you next. You wished that you could drag Evie straight through the wall into your apartment with how uncomfortable all three sets of eyes were currently making you feel. You heard Matthew say your name and the hair on your forearms rose at the impending conversation.

“Yeah?” you answered awkwardly, pausing in front of your door.

Directly across the hall, Matthew took one step towards you before holding out a hand. Eyes darting down at what he was offering you, your brows shot up onto your forehead in surprise when you noticed it was a plate of peanut butter cookies covered in cling wrap. Beside you, you heard the excited inhale from Evie just before she began ecstatically tugging at your hand. 

So he hadn’t forgotten the cookies he’d mentioned to your daughter a few days ago when he had dropped off that lasagna. You’d entirely expected him to, but now you supposed you’d at least give him credit for not crushing her hopes. She’d certainly excitedly mentioned the cookies he’d promised to you a few times over the duration of the weekend, and you’d tried your best to prepare her for disappointment when he inevitably forgot that he’d ever brought them up. But here he was proving you wrong and not disappointing your daughter like so many others would have.

“If I recall,” Matthew began, a broad smile on his face, “I think I owe someone peanut butter cookies today. If that’s still alright with your mother, of course.”

Evie’s head immediately darted up in your direction, her eyes big and pleading. “Please, mama?”

You knew there was absolutely no way you were about to deny her and decline the baked goods, especially after having already agreed to accept them in the first place. Trying to maintain that strained smile on your face, you briefly released Evie’s hand and cautiously took the two steps across the hall to accept the plate from Matthew’s outstretched hand. Your heart was pounding loudly in your ears the whole time, your body begging you to just get inside and away from this situation already. 

“Thank you,” you replied quietly, taking those two steps immediately backwards towards your door and grabbing Evie’s hand again. “I know Evie appreciates that you remembered her.”

Matthew had opened his mouth to reply, but your daughter shocked the both of you when she spoke before he’d even had the opportunity to get a single word out. Your eyes flew to her in surprise the moment you’d heard her voice.

“Thank you, Mr. Murdock,” she said.

For a second you stood there dumbfounded, holding the plate of cookies in one hand as you stared down at your daughter. She had intentionally raised her voice when she'd spoken, speaking loud enough to be heard–something that wasn't common for your daughter because she often spoke so softly whenever she did speak. As you openly gaped down at her, you saw that she was even smiling up at him, wearing a smile so bright you couldn’t even recall the last time you’d seen one like it on her face. 

“You’re very welcome, Evie,” Matthew replied, having focused on the place where she stood when she’d spoken. “Maybe another day I can bring you something else from the office. Assuming, of course, your mother is okay with it.”

His attention returned to you and you immediately began shaking your head. Whatever this was, you weren't about to begin accepting his constant charity. Or worse–to feel like you owed him something in return after the conversation you'd had with Amira earlier today. You absolutely weren’t about to sleep with your neighbor to thank him for his kindness.

“Oh, no, really,” you began, “This was plenty already. You don't need to bring us anything else.”

“Mrs. Anderson makes a mean cherry pie,” the gentleman beside Matthew said, drawing your eyes towards him. “You might not want to say no until you’ve tasted it. It will quite literally change the way you see the world.”

You shot him a tight, friendly smile as you once more shook your head. “I’m sure it’s great,” you continued politely, “but really, that’s alright. We don’t–”

“Who’s that?” 

You stopped short at the sound of Evie’s question. Head shifting over your shoulder, you saw Evelynn’s little hand pointing across the hall. Following her finger’s path, you saw she was pointing at a newspaper partially folded beneath the blonde woman’s arm. The woman looked startled before she glanced down at the newspaper tucked against her body. 

“Oh,” she exclaimed softly, slowly beginning to pull it out from beneath her arm.

She glanced down at the front page before exchanging a look with the man on Matthew’s left immediately afterwards. Something strange and tense seemed to settle among the three of them as they stood across the hall from you. Clearing her throat, the woman quickly plastered a smile on her face before she turned, bending partially over and holding out the picture on the front page of the paper for Evie to see. 

“You mean the man in this photograph?” she asked. 

Evie nodded quickly, her eyes wide and glued to the image that you couldn’t quite see at this angle. 

“That’s Daredevil,” the woman answered.

You briefly caught a note of something strange in the way she’d replied, but the thought completely left your mind when Evie whipped around towards you, her finger still pointing to the paper.

“That’s him, mama!” she shouted. 

Pulling a face, you shook your head in confusion. “That’s who, cricket?” you asked.

“The man!” she exclaimed. “On the roof!”

“What?” you asked.

The woman straightened, a smile on her lips as she showed you the paper. Your eyes narrowed, squinting at the dark and somewhat blurry image of a man in a costume crouched on a roof. You could vaguely make out the shape of something like horns on his helmet. 

Eyes flying up toward the woman, panic rose within you. If this psycho was real, then there really was a man out on the rooftops that your daughter had been seeing. Which was a completely horrifying thought.

“Who is that?” you nearly demanded. “The deranged man running around in a devil suit?”

“Oh, uh,” the woman stammered, clearly taken by surprise. “Daredevil isn’t–he's not crazy. He's just uh–”

“Kind of like a superhero who beats up bad guys,” the man next to Matthew quickly cut in. “Though technically he is considered a vigilante.”

Quirking a brow at him, you shook your head in disbelief. “A superhero vigilante?” you asked skeptically. “What do you mean?”

“He’s known to protect Hell’s Kitchen,” your neighbor’s smooth voice cut in, your eyes drawn back towards him. “You don’t have to be afraid of him, though. I can assure you, it’s well known that he’s never harmed anyone that wasn’t a criminal.”

“I’m sorry,” you said, eyes narrowing at him, “but there’s a madman dressed as a devil running around on the rooftops near my daughter’s bedroom at night and you think I have nothing to worry about?”

“He’s more like a protector, not a lunatic!” the other man told you. “He protects the people of Hell’s Kitchen specifically. He’s rescued all kinds of people from human traffickers, he’s stopped various gangs–”

“He even saved my life,” the blonde added, a hesitant smile on her face. “Once or twice.”

“And he’s helped our law firm put bad men away,” your neighbor said. “I can assure you, he’s not a danger to you or your daughter. No matter how…startling it is to hear your daughter say that she’s seen him outside of her window.”

Jaw tightening, your eyes darted around the three of them, scrutinizing them closely. It was strange how quick they were to defend this costumed lunatic. You also weren’t thrilled at the prospect of a violent man running around outside your apartment at night while you and your daughter slept. How were you supposed to believe his violence was any different than Daniel’s? How could you trust he wouldn’t break into your apartment and hurt either of you? How could you know he was safe?

“I told you.” 

Evie’s small voice broke through your thoughts, your attention returning down towards her. She was smiling proudly up at you, the sight only further confusing you.

“Told me what, cricket?” you asked.

“He protects us,” she answered.

Frowning, you found you weren’t entirely sure what to make of the masked vigilante that this city seemed to respect, especially after the comments these three had made. And you didn’t quite understand why your daughter wasn’t afraid of him and repeatedly kept seeing him at night–something that made you more uncomfortable now knowing he wasn’t imaginary. 

But you knew there was nothing you or the three people across from you could do about this Daredevil, and you really wanted to end this interaction already. Clearing your throat, you glanced back over at Matthew. There was a conflicted twist to the shape of his mouth, the corners a bit downturned. You ignored it, the feeling of your growing panic the only thing that mattered right now.

“Thank you for the cookies,” you said tersely, “but I should probably get Evie inside and make dinner. I hope you have a good evening.”

You turned your back on the three of them, releasing Evie’s hand so you could dig the apartment key out of your purse. In a hurry you began to unlock your apartment door, not remotely surprised when you heard your neighbor behind you.

“I hope you both enjoy your evening as well,” he replied. “And like I said, I’m just across the hall if you ever need anything.”

Biting the inside of your cheek, you pushed your door open without a backwards glance or another word. You ushered Evie quickly inside your apartment before you darted in after her, locking the door and the deadbolt behind you.

“Seriously, man?” Foggy asked in exasperation. “Her little girl has already been seeing you out on the roof? They’ve only been here a week, Matt! You need to be more careful!”

“I thought I was being careful!” Matt shot back, pacing in front of his apartment windows with his hands on his hips. “I didn’t think she’d caught me the first night when I’d been on their fire escape, but she must be seeing me when I’m heading back home at night.”

“You do need to be more cautious,” Karen warned from the couch. “You don’t need her to see you heading back into your apartment. That could be dangerous.”

Foggy let out a low groan, his body slumping forward in one of the armchairs. Matt ran a hand across his mouth, feeling a little rush of panic inside of himself. He really hadn’t realized your daughter had been so aware of him coming home in the evenings. She was surprisingly observant. 

“The last thing we need,” Foggy complained, “is for your neighbor to realize who Daredevil really is and to take that information to the authorities. That’s dangerous information that could get you killed, Matt. Or disbarred and imprisoned. Hell, it could get all of us disbarred and sent to prison!”

Matt shook his head, still continuing his pacing. “That won’t happen, Fog. I won’t let it, don’t worry,” he assured him.

“Well,” Karen began slowly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears, “at least her daughter trusts Daredevil. Even if her mother thinks he’s batshit crazy. I suppose that’s something. I don’t know what, but it’s something.”

“Not helping,” Matt grumbled. “I don’t need her to be more terrified in her apartment than she already is. I imagine her being put further on edge won’t make it any easier for me to get closer to her.”

“Matt, buddy, did you ever think that maybe she won’t want your help?” Foggy questioned. “Maybe you should just, I don’t know, let this one go? You can’t help everyone, dude. I mean, she seemed pretty cold at the end of that conversation out there.”

“She seemed scared,” Karen softly corrected, her attention focusing on Foggy. “She was scared, not cold, Foggy. There’s a difference.”

Matt came to a stop at the edge of his rug, his hands readjusting the waistband of his dress pants. He’d felt your fear the moment your daughter had recognized Daredevil as the man she’d apparently been seeing at night in that newspaper. It was just as strong of a rush of the feeling through your body as when you’d first seen him in the hallway. Daredevil terrified you.

“Karen’s right,” Matt told Foggy. “I could feel her fear. Someone has her afraid. And the thought of some other violent man running around the city at night only seemed to scare her further. Something is going on, and I’m not going to stop until I figure out what.”

“Dude–”

“ No ,” Matt nearly growled the word out, immediately quieting Foggy. “Don’t you tell me to let this go. They’re a part of Hell’s Kitchen, Fog. And I’m going to make sure they’re safe. Because no one hurts the people of my city. I won’t allow it.”

“Alright,” Foggy relented, nodding his head slowly. “Okay. I hear you, Matt. I just worry you’re going to drive her away in your best attempts to do the opposite is all. She seems quite set on keeping you at a distance.”

Foggy wasn’t wrong. Matt knew you were repeatedly pushing him away at every opportunity he took to get closer. And he was afraid of pushing a little too hard and having the opposite effect of what he was after. But your daughter, somehow, seemed to be reacting to him differently now. That first night when you’d both run into him in the hall after moving in, she’d matched your terror. But tonight…he hadn’t felt her fear towards him. Or towards Karen and Foggy. Though you were still putting your walls up. 

“He protects us.”

Your daughter’s words about Matt’s alter ego ran through his mind. She’d been so positive in that thought, he’d read it in the tone of her voice and the steady beat of her heart. She wasn’t afraid of Daredevil, not like you appeared to be. And hearing that from a scared little girl had somehow further softened him to the both of you in that moment. This was quickly becoming less a matter of Matt trying to do the right thing while attempting to keep the people of his city safe, and instead steadily becoming something personal to him. Even if he didn’t fully understand why exactly that was himself.

“I’ll figure it out,” Matt murmured, running a hand across his forehead. “Somehow, I’ll figure out how to get them to let me in so I can help.”

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You groan as you feel the bed for Matt and come up short. You know it’s not morning yet, Matt’s alarm would’ve gone off, and he’s been back from his Daredevil outings for hours.

His spot is still warm at least.

Groggily, you knuckle at your eyes and sit up on your elbow. The bed sheet falls off your shoulder and when the cold air hits you, you remember your nakedness.

“Matty?” He isn’t in the room and you sigh, draping the sheet over you as you go looking for him.

You find him in the kitchen, the fridge open as he gets a bottle of water.

“What are you doing up, sweetheart?” His words are quiet to compliment the night.

“Can’t sleep when you’re gone.” You’re past the point in your relationship where admitting a thing like that would make your cheeks flame.

Matt smiles, opening an arm out to you where he stands. “Is everything okay?” You ask him as he hugs you, the scent of rum and vetiver, soaked deep in his skin, envelops you both.

“Perfect, was just getting something to eat. Tired ourselves out for a bit there, don’t you think sweetheart?”

Your cheeks flame then and you know Matt can feel it. “Come back to bed.” You manage to get the words out before a yawn takes you over.

“Alright,” Matt reaches in the fridge again, pulling out another bottle water and then reaching into your little basket of protein bars for two blueberry yogurt ones. “Let’s go back to bed.”

You let Matt lead you to the bedroom, your face in his chest as you get there.

“Here,” he cracks the water for you the moment you’re sitting on the mattress. You take a few sips and accept the open protein bar he hands you.

“Thanks Matt.” Despite the snack, sleep has you in its clutches and refuses to let go.

Matt hardly finishes his before you’re curled up beside him, head somewhere near his side as you get comfortable again. “Don’t leave again.”

He coos at your words, stroking the hairs at your temple. “M’right here, sweetheart. Let’s go to sleep.”

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Unfinished Business

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: She and Matt Murdock have been caught in an on-again, off-again relationship, with Matt constantly pushing her away yet never fully letting go. When Nelson & Murdock’s new secretary, Karen Page, arrives, she tries to be mature about Matt’s growing closeness with her—until she repeatedly walks in on them sharing quiet, intimate moments. Though jealousy bubbles beneath the surface, she refuses to be the bitter ex.

Inspired by: My own jealousy of early Matt x Karen scenes. Much more of a Matt x Elektra girl myself.

The first time it happened, she told herself it was nothing.

Karen had just started at Nelson & Murdock, bright-eyed and eager, and Matt had always been charming—it wasn’t a crime to be charming. She had sat across from them at Josie’s, watching Karen teach Matt how to play pool, and convinced herself that the twist in her stomach was just indigestion.

The second time, it was at the office. Karen had been adjusting Matt’s tie, her fingers lingering just a second too long, and Matt had smirked in that way that used to be reserved for her. She had looked away, hands clenched, reminding herself that they weren’t together right now. Matt had made that perfectly clear.

The third time, she walked into the firm late at night to find them whispering in hushed voices, Matt leaning in close, Karen biting her lip in hesitation.

That was the moment she almost lost it.

But she didn’t. Because Karen wasn’t the enemy.

She reminded herself of that when they ended up on assignment together—something Matt was too busy to handle, so she and Karen took it on instead. It was supposed to be routine: gather information, ask the right questions, get the job done. But then a recently fired nurse gave them what was supposed to be Frank Castle’s home address, and their night got interesting.

The apartment was abandoned but filled with remnants of a life violently torn apart—family photos covered in dust, children’s drawings pinned to the fridge like ghosts clinging to the past.

That’s when Karen spoke, voice quiet in the heavy silence.

“He does this, you know,” she muttered, running her fingers along a bullet-ridden wall.

For a second, she thought Karen meant the Punisher.

But then Karen looked at her, gaze searching. “He makes you feel like you’re the only person in the world… until he doesn’t. Until he pulls away like it never meant anything at all.”

Something inside her cracked.

Because that was the problem. Not Karen. Not the lingering glances or the shared laughter. It was him.

It had always been him.

She found him at his apartment that night.

Matt opened the door, looking like he was about to head out—suit half-buttoned, tie loose, as if he had been expecting someone else.

“Going somewhere?” she asked, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.

He tilted his head slightly, listening. “You’re angry.”

She let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “Yeah, Matt. I am angry.”

She turned to face him, heart pounding. “Tell me—what was the plan? Keep me close, but not too close? Push me away when it suits you, but never far enough that I actually leave? Or was it just fun for you, watching me walk in on you and Karen over and over again like some kind of sick test?”

Matt’s brows knit together. “Karen and I—”

She cut him off. “Karen and you nothing, right? Because you don’t let anyone have all of you, do you?” She stepped closer, forcing him to feel the heat of her words. “You get just close enough to make sure I’m still watching, then you disappear. You push and pull until I don’t even know where I stand with you. And I let you.” Her voice broke, but she pushed forward. “I let you every damn time.”

Silence.

Matt’s jaw was tight, his hands curled into fists at his sides. But he didn’t deny it.

Didn’t fight her on it.

Finally, after a long pause, he exhaled sharply. “I never wanted to hurt you.”

She shook her head, laughing bitterly. “That’s the thing, Matt. You do. You hurt me, over and over again, and you act like you don’t see it.”

He took a step forward, just close enough for her to catch the subtle tilt of his head, like he was listening to the way her breathing had changed.

“You’re right,” he admitted quietly. “I push you away. Because if I don’t…” He swallowed hard. “If I don’t, I’ll never stop.”

Her breath hitched.

He reached out then, his fingers grazing the side of her face, tracing over a bruise she hadn’t even noticed forming from earlier. His touch was careful, reverent, like he was memorizing her all over again.

“I want you,” he murmured, voice rough. “I’ve always wanted you. And that scares the hell out of me.”

Her eyes burned, but she refused to look away. “Then prove it. Stop running. Stop treating me like I’m something you can pick up and put down when it’s convenient.”

The space between them vanished.

His hands cupped her face, and then his lips crashed into hers—desperate, consuming, a kiss that tasted like every moment they had lost and every one they had stolen.

She kissed him back just as fiercely, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer like she could fuse them together, like she could keep him from slipping away this time.

Matt groaned against her mouth, hands roaming like he was trying to convince himself she was real. Like he was scared she would disappear if he let go.

They broke apart, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.

“I’m not letting you go again,” he promised.

She nodded, voice thick with emotion. “Good.”

Because this time, if he did, she wasn’t waiting for him to come back.

Instead, she would make him understand—her devotion wasn’t a leash, it was an offering. She had always been his, not because he demanded it, but because she had chosen him. Over and over again.

And this time, she needed him to choose her back.

[jeffbuckleysconvent]

priest!matt murdock being excommunicated after you two have sex (multiple times) him showing up to your apartment, with his small box of things. you look at him, he stares aimlessly at you, his eyes no longer hidden by the red lenses. he’s still the man you love and adore, yes, but that fire seems to be put out. you feel less like a teenager sneaking around and more like a woman who destroyed a priest’s life.

[matthewmurdockswife]

can you do matt murdock with a recovered sh reader and she just told matt that the scars are self inflicted

Underneath every scar lies a story Reader x Mattmurdock

I hold stories like this really close to me so thank you for the request love <3

TW: mentions of Sh, swearing, mentions of mental illness

We sat on the couch a spot I frequently found me and matt resting. He has just finished his nightlife protecting hells kitchen and now it was his tome to protect me as he liked to say. As I leaned my back against him I let my thoughts wander It wasnt long before I thought about my past, my scars. they were something I had grown to ignore but It never stopped my mind from thinking about them from time to time and matt picked up on it. “ what is it love” He spoke softly “ just thinking” I let my mind drift off momentarily but it wasnt long before I heard matt speak again “what’s bothering you I can hear your heart going insane” I sat up and got off of matt I let my feet touch the floor somethong that had made me feel grounded. I knew I had to tell matt I couldnt keep hiding things from him It was stressing me out, the fact that he can hear my heart from three blocks away wasnt necessarily helping. “ You want me to be open with you about myself, right” I knew the awnser to the question but I wanted to help calm my plauging thoughts I needed to “ of course sweetheart always you can tell me anything” he smiled and sat up to rub my back and my leg started to bounce uncontrollably “ the scars you felt before, I did them myself” His whole body stiffened whoch only scared me even more his deep red glasses now on the coffee table and his head turned closer to me “what do you mean doll, I dont understand what you’re trying to tell me” I sighed knowing ive dreaded telling him this but I cant keep hinding the truth I cant live in this lie anymore “I used to cut myself matthew” I watched his head drop of course he was angry with me I am too I felt him grab my hand and heard the softest sob escape his mouth he looks up at me with tears welling in his eyes threatening to spill like the others already falling down his face I shouldve known he would take the news bad it wasnt fair of me to burden him like this he broke my thoughts speaking up " Show me your scars,"he said. "But why?"I asked "I want to see how many times you needed me and I wasn't there," he whispered more tears now staining his already tear soaked face the sight made my heart shatter into a million pieces He spent the rest of the night just proving to me why he was so perfect in the first place, showing me how Despite my scars I was the most perfect woman in the world to him, and how he will always be there for me the next time I feel like this so he can help me through, by my side. Together.

guys I want you to know you’re never alone and my messages are always open feel free to rant to me or talk to me about anything Nothing is ever worth hurting like this reach out to someone and take care of yourself love you guys xxx <3

[courtforshort15]

Looks like we have a winner!

This is in the middle of a fic that's in progress - it's like 75% written already, so hopefully it will be up soon!

excerpt from: not broken, just bent

Matt Murdock x Reader - angst and insecurities

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Matt’s a charming, smooth talking lawyer, someone paid to either raise people up or tear them with just a few strategically placed syllables, but you’ve done nothing but encourage his bouts of silence, encourage his need to slow down sometimes, even when everything else around him is telling him to speed up. Here, with you, he picks his words carefully, knowing you’ll never judge the opportunities he takes to just breathe.

His growing ability to pause and reflect, rather than just diving in and reacting, finally gives way to something you can already tell he’s been holding back for a while, and your eyes dance around his face as he formulates the sentence.

“You don't think I…take up too much space in your life?”

The words have no sooner left his mouth than your own is dropping in some sort of thinly-veiled horror. “What? I don't–what do you mean by that?”

“I just…you don't think I'm clingy, do you?” Matt’s eyes flit blindly around the room, and it’s almost like he’s purposefully avoiding meeting your eye, almost like he’s intentionally not having them aimed your way. 

“Matt,” you whisper, your voice filled with both fear and sadness, “why would you ever think that?”

He shrugs his shoulders faintly. “I just get nervous that you think I'm too much sometimes.”

“Matt–”

“And I get nervous that I come across as clingy when I want to touch or hold you in public. Or that I annoy you for always wanting to be around you.” You hate the way his voice sounds so small.  Matthew Murdock is not small, could never be small, both his frame and overall presence larger than life, and the way his voice seems to shrink inward breaks your heart.

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Thanks @chvoswxtch and @yarrystyleeza for the tags!!

WIP poll tag game

Rules: make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner got

Hmmmmm let's see. They're all Matt x Reader fics, btw

I honestly have no idea who has played, so I'm going to tag everyone anyway!

@bellaxgiornata @cellophaine @fluffyprettykitty @fettuccin-e @glowstick-lesbian @itwasthereaminuteago @little-miss-dilf-lover @peterman-spideyparker @pastafossa

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[diaryofaprettyprincess]

imagine matt murdock face fucking inexperienced and or innocent!reader and he can sense when she starts crying </3 he just wipes away her tears and praises her <3333 love ur stories!!

omg

imagine he is just so far deep in your throat that you start sniffling, crying a bit!!! he just whispers small praises as he pets your head, thrusting lightly to the back of your throat as he groans softly.

he whispers small praises like, you're doin' so good for me, sweet girl, so good for daddy, and when you start to sob a bit, choking around his blessed length he just shushes you softly whilst running his fingers through your hair, and lightly says, his tone as though he is speaking to a small child, 's okay, you can take it, sweetheart.

you just sit up on your knees, rubbing your thighs together as you take both hands to massage the section you cant reach <3

he just praises you so much, and they would seem so innocent if he wasnt sticking his cock down your throat. <333

[idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock]

Nobody:

The lead in every Matt Murdock Fic:

(don't fact check me, but you're welcome to fact check me)

[sarahsmileslikesarahd0esntcare]

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

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

Pls I'm giggling