#mattmurdock x reader

[sarahsmileslikesarahd0esntcare]

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

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

Pls I'm giggling

[wasitforrevenge]

'*•.¸♡ was it for

revenge navigation ♡¸.•*'

hi im love! 22 yrs old. she/her. bi. virgo.

started: feb 2024

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silence is complicity, do not scroll past this.

[yarrystyleeza]

Always So Good With The Kids, And Kids Absolutely Love Him

Requested by @munsonownsmyass

(so my thoughts on this are soft!matt with the ship dynamic: childhood friends with love interest in each other)

Word count: the range of 1,185 words, utter toothaching fluff like a birthday cake! <3

You loved volunteering for Saint Agnes church, the place you grew up at, as you were raised catholic, you usually went to church on Sundays, and attended all events usually scheduled during the week. You got to know a lot of people, from the children your age to the elderly grandpas, and made a lot of good relationships and connections with them.

You had your own job — which was working perfectly fine for you, but you loved sticking around with the children of the orphanage, their poor small innocent hearts deserved all the care and pamper — that was always your thought about them, and it never changed.

Because you were close with one of them once, growing up, as you attended events with your parents, you got to know the kid who never left the place, Matt Murdock, the blind boy. His father, Battlin' Jack Murdock, died when Matt was only 11, and he had no other place to go, so he was staying at the orphanage attached to the church.

He was the same your age, and he was so locked on himself, but only you managed to get him out of his bubble and open up to you about what he feels about the loss of his father, and the loss of his sight, — by then you've become friends, he found comfort in your company.

He even told you about the abilities he had kept for himself, about how the world felt from his perspective, the way he could hear electricity within the walls, and the sirens on the other side of Hell's Kitchen, how he can always smell your golden retriever on your sweaters, and the lavenders your mother grew by your bedroom window, or how he could taste each chemical the tap water contained; and that was fascinating to you as a kid.

Matt grew up to be a defense attorney, and you pursued your dream of being a journalist, and though your routes went sideways, you still remained friends after all those years, pick up a couple of drinks at the bar, or meet up at a diner in the afternoon.

He kept all his secrets with you, even the darkest of them, he told you about his secret identity, his super abilities, Elektra, and the Hand, — and you were always a keeper, you always listened and understood him, and never judged him, that's why he always looked for you when he's in trouble.

You loved spending Sunday evenings at the orphanage — among children, reading them stories and playing with them, you taught them how to bake and draw, and do the little house chores they can do, — and Matt loved to join you sometimes; he loved children, they were "angels on earth" to him, so he loved being around them, brought them presents, and played with them, — and he admired watching you doing something you loved and cherished.

But this Sunday was special, because it was your birthday, and the idea of spending that day with your little friends was something you would never put down.

The kids surprised you by rounding you in a big circle, singing "Happy Birthday miss y/n" and dancing around you, with little candles held in their little hands, they baked you a heart shaped cake with the help of the sisters, and made little drawings and paper boats as your birthday presents.

You sat on the floor and they sat around you, after crowning you with the glittery golden paper crown they made for you. They gave you their wishes. "miss y/n, I wish you can be a princess!" one of the little girls said, you kissed her temple, "well, katy, I couldn't be a princess, for there's already one here!" you replied as you pointed at her, and she turned into a ball of blush. "I wish you and Mr Murdock get married and have children!" a little boy said, it was your turn to blush, unable to articulate any understandable words out of all the laughter that choked you, you and Matt? Well, this was always on your mind. "umm... thank you, Eddie," that was the only sentence you could say. The kids sat silently with their legs crossed, and had their index fingers on their mouths as a hush, their little hushs rumbled around you. You were confused, about to tilt your head to see what they're staring at, "look at me, miss y/n! I have a present for you!" Eddie yelled at you, he ran to your arms and gave you the biggest hug his small arms could do.

"nice move, Eddie," before you could speak, he had cut you off with a kiss on your cheek, "happy birthday, sweetheart," he rounded you with his arms in a very warm embrace, a one you could sink in and sleep soundly. Matt playfully patted Eddie's chin, "I did what you asked me, Mr Murdock!" he chuckled and kissed Matt on the cheek, "oh, boy, you did!" Matt kissed his head.

"Mr Murdock!" the kids shouted, they hugged him and each gave him a kiss on the cheek; Matt have been always so good with the kids, and they absolutely love him, they even team together against you in games!

"what a great surprise, Matt. Didn't you have plans today?" you stated, as he fixed his posture next to you, folding his legs, "how could I miss a day so precious to me?" he answered with a question and a cocky smile, you huffed a chuckle and rolled your eyes.

"this was my plan for the day" he unwrapped the gift he brought to you, it was your all time favorite novel, signed by the author themselves, you swallowed a gasp, "Matt, you..." your words got stuck in your throat, "how could I forget something like that? You've always talked about how much you love that book, and let's say I had to meet the author privately, for him to write you a message..." you couldn't help but jump at him with a hug, and he secured you in his arms, "maybe you wanna go out with me tonight? Discuss Eddie's suggestions?" he soothed your cheek, drawing circles at your chin, "I'd love to," you pecked his lips quickly, and all the kids went "Yuck!!" and "Ew!!", you both laughed and continued on the little celebration the kids held, ate the cake, and sang together.

At the end of the day, the kids gathered around Matt, he kissed each on the crowns of their heads, "thank you for watching out for my girl, Eddie," he squatted to reach the boy's height, "you're welcome, mr Murdock... Are you bringing your baby next Sunday?" Matt chuckled, "that would be a great idea, right, y/n?" your eyes widened, "Matt!" you yelled, face red flushed, he giggled, "I guess she liked it."

The years went by and you and Matt got to have your very own children, but you never stopped going to the orphanage together, just to watch the little innocent hearts grow, and make new memories with the new kids.

Ayyyy, I'm so sorry for the late posting on this one, like I mentioned in an earlier post my internet connection was wobbly and I couldn't blog my own long posts (fics specifically) but now that the problem is fixed, here's your request...

Tell me what you think about this! And thanks for dropping the prompt! <3

Feel free to submit a prompt from this list in my ask (I only write for Matt Murdock)! <3

[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.

[sukiwrites]

Imagine being Matt's best friend...

...but you don't know he's daredevil so the injuries he gets usually leave you confused and anytime you try to ask about it he dismisses you and says "it was an accident" or "these things happen y/n it's not a big deal".

This time, when you show up at matt's apartment unannounced, you stumble upon a shirtless matt holding a bag of ice to his torso and you can't help but stare at the cuts and bruises all over his body.

You've been Matt Murdock's best friend for years, and although you've always found it strange how he seems to get injured so frequently, you've never really thought much of it. Matt has always been a bit of a klutz, and he's a lawyer who spends a lot of time on his feet, so it's not entirely surprising that he occasionally gets bumps and bruises. But lately, his injuries have been getting more serious, and you can't help but worry about him.

Every time you ask Matt about his injuries, he dismisses you with a casual "it was an accident" or "these things happen y/n it's not a big deal." You've tried to press him for more information, but he always seems to dodge your questions. It's frustrating, but you care about Matt too much to push him too hard.

One day, you decide to stop by Matt's apartment unannounced. You're worried about him, and you want to check in on him. When he answers the door, he looks surprised but welcomes you inside. As you walk into the living room, you notice that Matt is shirtless and holding a bag of ice to his torso. You can't help but stare at the cuts and bruises all over his body.

"Matt, what happened?" you ask, your concern mounting.

Matt looks down at himself as if only just noticing his injuries. "Oh, this? It's nothing, just a little accident," he says with a dismissive wave of his hand.

"Matt, this doesn't look like 'nothing' to me," you say firmly. "What's going on? Why do you keep getting hurt like this?"

Matt hesitates for a moment, and then he sighs. "Y/n, please. I can't tell you."

"Why not?" you demand, feeling frustrated and angry. "Why won't you trust me? I'm your best friend, Matt. Don't you think I deserve to know what's going on?"

Matt looks away, his jaw clenched. "It's complicated," he says finally.

"Complicated how?" you press. "Is it something dangerous? Is someone hurting you?"

Matt hesitates again, and then he shakes his head. "No, it's not like that," he says, his voice softening a little. "I just... I can't explain it right now. Please, y/n. Just trust me."

But you're not willing to let it go. You're tired of being kept in the dark, and you're worried about your friend. "No, Matt," you say firmly. "I can't just trust you blindly. I need to know what's going on. If you won't tell me, then I'll have to figure it out myself."

Matt looks at you, his expression pained. You can tell he's struggling with something, and it breaks your heart. Finally, he takes a deep breath and looks at you again.

"Okay, fine," he says, his voice rough. "I'll tell you. But you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone. Not even Foggy."

You nod eagerly, feeling a sense of relief. "I promise, Matt," you say. "I won't tell anyone."

And then Matt tells you about his alter ego, Daredevil. He tells you about the danger he faces every day, and the injuries he sustains in the course of his crime-fighting. You're stunned, but also proud of Matt for being such a brave and selfless hero.

"Matt, why didn't you tell me before?" you ask, feeling hurt.

"I didn't want to put you in danger," he says, his voice low. "And I didn't want you to worry about me. But I couldn't keep it from you forever. You deserve to know the truth."

You nod slowly, feeling a mix of emotions. "I understand," you say. "And I'm glad you told me. But please, Matt. Be careful. I don't want to see you get hurt anymore."

"I'll do my best," he says, giving you a small smile. "And thank you, y/n. For understanding."

After Matt opens up to you about his secret identity as Daredevil, the two of you settle into an easy rhythm of conversation. You joke around with each other, teasing and bantering like you always have. But there's a new level of understanding between you now, and it makes everything feel just a little bit more intimate.

"So, does this mean I have to start calling you Daredevil now?" you ask, grinning.

Matt chuckles. "Only if you want to. I'm still the same guy, y/n. Just with a few extra bruises."

You nod, but then you can't resist taking a playful jab at him. "Well, at least now you have an excuse for bumping into things all the time."

Matt laughs, shaking his head. "Hey, I don't bump into things all the time. Just... some of the time."

You both laugh, and then Foggy chimes in. "You two should just start dating already," he says, rolling his eyes.

You and Matt both blush, but then Matt jumps in with a quip. "Sorry, Foggy. I'm already taken. My other girlfriend is justice."

You snort with laughter, and Foggy groans. "Ugh, you're both incorrigible."

There's a brief moment of silence, and then you can't resist making another blind joke. "Well, at least I know I don't have to worry about him checking out other girls."

Matt rolls his eyes, but he's grinning too. "Ha ha, very funny, y/n."

You all laugh again, and for a moment, everything feels light and easy. But then Matt's expression turns serious, and he looks at you with concern.

"Y/n, I mean it," he says. "I don't want you to get hurt because of me. If anything ever happens, promise me you'll stay away from the danger."

You nod, your own expression sobering. "I promise, Matt. But don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."

Matt looks at you for a moment longer, and then he nods. "I know you can," he says softly. "And that's why I trust you."

[yarrystyleeza]

Guys, tomorrow will be my last final exam, so I want to write little tiny short Matt Murdock x fem!reader fics based on these prompts!!! (they're fluff - might be established relationship/friends to lovers/love interest)

Ask is opened for fic quests!

Love ya! <3

gestures that makes me feel love:

(feel free to use the<33 2, 5,6, and 17 are lengg, do tag me when yall writee :) )

when they feed you the first bite

when they hug you from the back and wants to stay like that for a bit, it's just so comforting and healing!!!

staying away past their bed time, waiting for you to finish your work

slow dancing in the living room. with pjs.

knuckle kisses. SHOULDER KISSES. OKAY?? UGH♡

when they have a habit of bumping noses with you, that makes you giggle a little

always smiling in your presence :')

^ "how are you so smiling so hard right now?" "i find myself a little bit more happy when I'm with you. :)"

when they tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear while you talk

when they defend you in your absence

reaching out to hold your hands, always

keenly listens to you rant and vice versa

always so good with kids, and kids absolutely love them!!

sends you pictures and videos often and tells you how much they wish you were there with them

makes time for you. absolutely loves spending time with you!

lying in silence while cuddling snd realising how much their touch comforts you

shamelessly gets back rubs from you (if ure at that level, yall prolly should get married)

teases you on every occasion possible!

"If multi-verse exists, I hope to god, you're my soulmate in every one of them."

when they press kisses at the corners your lips. always.

[bellaxgiornata]

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.”

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

ruin you

thank you @mattymurdock1021 for this request. I loved writing it and hope it doesn’t disappoint💌

pairing // mattmurdock x fem!reader

wc // 1.4k

warnings // 18+ only. smut. rough p in v sex, praise and degradation kink, climax denial, pet names, hair pulling, dirty talk. established relationship. no use of y/n. minors DNI

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You were standing in the moonlit bedroom with your satin nightgown on, squeezing out the excess water from your freshly washed hair. Using your feet to swipe away the droplets that fell onto the floor, hoping that it’ll be enough to dry it. Finishing your night routine, feeling slightly parched and dehydrated from your hot shower. Making your way over to the sliding bedroom door to get some water from the kitchen.

Heaving the large door to the side, your body completely stiffened once you saw Matt slouched on the armchair in nothing but his boxers. You didn’t even hear him come home from his nightly patrols- you felt slightly disappointed as you usually greet him the second he comes home.

Smiling as you walked over to him, tenderly kissing his temple, brushing your fingers over his shoulders as you walked past him towards the kitchen. Stopping and turning around as he didn’t have any reaction. “Hey? Are you okay?” You ask sounding concerned.

“Mhmm.” You hear him groggily reply from across the room.

Picking out two cold water bottles from the fridge before making your way back over to the living room. “You don’t seem okay” passing him a bottle of water before sitting on the coffee table in front of him.

Taking a few sips from the bottle, looking around the room to see his suit and helmet disregarded on the floor- almost as if they have been thrown. “You can talk to me, Matt.” You said, virtually in a whisper.

“Had a crap day- just really stressful.” He admits as his head drops to the side in defeat.

Circling your fingers on his knees “want me to make it better?” You sweetly ask. Wanting to assess the situation- whether he wanted to talk it over or forget about it completely.

His eyes darken slightly and the corners of his lips turn up into a wry smirk.

“I take that as a yes?” You flirt, fingers slowly dragging up his thighs with a grin. Getting up from the table, you take a new seat on Matt’s lap, straddling his thighs.

He heavily sighs as his hands immediately clutch around the dough of your ass. He quickly sucks in his bottom lip and clamps it down with his top teeth, growing painfully hard underneath you.

Loosening the tie of your nightgown, allowing it to droop and completely expose yourself to him. Starting to slowly roll your hips over him. Teasing your naked pussy over his fabric-covered cock. His head dropping back as he let out an exasperated groan, his hands travel to your waist and grip it tightly, clearly getting impatient.

“I want to make you feel good.” You sultrily whisper in his ear as your fingers lace into his boxers. He instinctively lifts his hips up as you tug at the material.

Spitting into your palm before holding him fully in your hand, softly pumping him a couple times before lifting yourself up and aligning him with your entrance.

Teasing his tip through your folds to try to collect some wetness to use as lube. Usually, you both spend the majority of your sex sessions doing foreplay, so today was something very different- you weren’t quite sure if you’d be ready enough for his large cock. Deciding to continue on, you wanted to make him feel good- with that in mind it started to do the same for you.

You sharply inhale as you slowly sink down onto the head of his cock, a deep guttural groan escaping from Matt’s agape mouth. Wincing at the shooting pain as you lower down on him, keeping still to adjust- completely bottomed out.

His teeth graze over your nipples in front of his face, hastily kissing wet patches over the sensitive skin on your breasts. Your head fell back, breathing heavily into the air.

“I need you.” He urges, as he slowly starts to thrust upwards into you.

Tightly gripping onto his shoulders, itching yourself away from his thrusts.

He looks up at you between your tits with a taunting smirk pulling at his lips. “What? You can’t even ride a cock?”

“I can- just, wait a sec.” Now fully adjusted and moulded to him, you sink back down onto his length. Face contorting in bliss as your eyebrows twist inwards.

“Pathetic thing. You need me to fuck you?”

Shaking your head no “nhm hm.”

“Want me to fuck you? Hm? Do you want me to make you feel all good inside? Yeah?” He grits in between open kisses on your chest.

Feeling your arousal grow bigger at his dirty talk. You wanted to be the one in control, but he has such a way with words that you had considered cracking and saying yes.

“Want me to ruin you? You can’t even ride a cock, you dumb little slut. I can make you feel good Angel, mhm?”

Caving in, nodding your head enthusiastically “please- yes.” You whine.

Wasting no time, he swiftly picks you up and places you down on the seat of the armchair facing you away from him. He stands extremely close behind you, slapping his cock over the cheeks of your ass. Readjusting your stance on your knees, widening your thighs apart. Arching your back and extending your hips towards him, wrapping your arm over the back of the chair for support.

He holds his cock in his hand, steadily sliding through your folds from behind. “Want me to destroy your pretty pussy, yeah?” He teases as he leans himself over you, sloppily kissing all down your back.

Replying “yes” a bit too eagerly.

“Good.” He says as he stands up straight, slapping your ass firmly before ramming himself inside of you with no warning, causing a deep moan to escape from the pair of you.

He pulls out before ploughing back into you, gripping your waist to make you match his continuous thrusts.

“I want to hear your pretty noises.” He says as he snakes his hand up the nape of your neck, grabbing a fistful of hair from the root before tugging at it, pulling your face from the cushion that was muffling your moans.

His thrusts grow relentless, repeating hitting the spots you both loved- becoming a hasty fury. You knew Matt loved the sounds you made, so you didn’t hold them back, allowing all genuine noises to escape your open mouth.

He leans back over you while he continued to pound into you, kissing your neck from behind, grazing his teeth and sucking on the delicate skin- purposely wanting to leave behind branding marks.

Letting go of your hair, he plants his hands back onto your waist, tightly squeezing it as he rams into you. Fucking you into him.

He pushes your chest down into the seat, allowing a new angle to directly hit your g-spot. “You like it when I ruin you like this? You like the way it makes you feel?”

Only being able to moan “mhmm.”

“I know you do.” Slapping and grabbing your ass, trying to stop himself from coming too soon.

Your inner thighs became very slick, a combination of your juices and his precum ran down them, collecting in a puddle on the seat. The sound of his balls hitting your clit from behind echoed around the apartment, the air full of pure arousal.

Growing desperately closer, your walls tightened around him.

“Not yet. Wait for me. I want to cum with you.” He quickly spits out.

Whining a couple pleases, telling him you can’t hold it.

“You gotta wait or I’ll stop, sweetheart. Do you want me to stop fucking you like a whore? Huh?”

“No.” You whimpered, the last thing you wanted was for him to stop.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought. Hold it, you needy thing.”

His cock twitching tells you that he’s very close too. “Cum when I get to one.” He grits, not slowing down.

“Three…two” he pauses on purpose, edging you more, earning a frustrated whine from you. “You want me to say it, don’t you pretty girl? … one.”

With that you both let go, spasming and jolting on his cock while he spray-painted inside of you. Your walls milking more his essence as he slowed down. Collapsing himself over you, whimpering into the skin of your back.

“Oh, good job.” He sweetly says, tracing his fingers down your spine. “Such a good, pretty girl.”

Slowly pulling himself out of you with a groan. His arms wrap around your stomach, picking you up so that he can slump into the chair with you atop. You rested your head into the crook of his neck, bringing your knees up and placing your feet onto the arm of the seat, cuddling into him.

“Please me about your day? What’s been on your mind?” you sweetly ask looking up at him, delicately rubbing soothing circles on his chest.

[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

[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

[highfantasy-soul]

Looking for another Namor fic?

Well, I wrote one and posted over on my other blog (which I think I'll be using for all of my writing). It's amethyst-birch-writing...

Here's a blurb to get you interested!

What's Worth Saving

Summary: You’re a vigilante who haunts the streets of New York City with the likes of Daredevil and Jessica Jones, so what are you doing floating on the wreckage of your getaway ship in the middle of the Atlantic? You’ve never bothered yourself with world powers before, but suddenly, you’re made aware of a lurking threat to the surface-world. Hidden under the sea is a whole civilization ready for war, a war Wakanda is trying to stop. But with every new revelation about what those on the surface are doing, you begin to wonder: should you stop this K’uk’ulkan or should you burn the world down with him?

Warnings: ~Let's just say for simplicity's sake, 18+, minors DNI from the bat ~ some graphic violence, reader kills people, torture, allusions to sexual encounters, 18+ smut starting chapter 17, cursing, injuries, life-threatening danger, drinking, harm to animals, harm to children (not detailed), pretty much if you’ve seen the Daredevil Netflix show it’s that level of intensity/violence plus a scattering of sexually explicit sections though that’s not the focus. I’ll give more detailed warnings every chapter.

Pairing: Namor x Vigilante!Reader, MattMurdock(Daredevil) x Vigilante!Reader

Find the fic HERE! Well, the intro and chapter 1 that is...chapter 2 is ready in the wings if y'all like this...

[yarrystyleeza]

Slow Dancing In PJs

Requested by @itwasthereaminuteago

(so my thoughts on this are vigilante!matt with the ship dynamic: wounded/healer, established relationship (platonic to romantic), and the tone is angst (hurt/comfort) and pure fluff + mentions of blood and violence, stitching Matt like the good boy he is)

Word count: almost 2k! A really long one tbh! 😅

The night you fished him out of the dumpster months ago, you knew this wasn't gonna be the last time you'd encounter the Devil Of Hell's Kitchen. He was covered in blood, slashes of a knife fight were scattered across his torso, luckily, they were shallow injuries, and you were experienced enough to stitch them up — being a well-trained scout leader. Well... Spending your Friday night on mending a wounded vigilante wasn't in your plans at all, but there you were, sitting on the chair facing him after you had finished sewing him back together.

He woke up terrified, blindly groping for the piece of black cloth that covers his face, you threw it in his direction, he caught it without facing it. "you're welcome, sir," you said as you stood up, heading to your kitchen were you took the teapot off the stove, pouring the tea into two mugs, "at least you should stay for tea, don't be ungrateful," you stated as you saw him walking towards the window.

He roared and clutched on his side, you put the mugs down on the coffee table and ran up to lead him back to the couch. "you know, they're not really that deep, but you have to take the night off, Mr Devil, they might get worse, and I'll have to send you to a hospital," you commented, sarcastic enough.

He sighed, accepted your tea, and settled down the couch for the rest of the night. He was so nice, unlike what Fisk was promoting for the last few years — you never trusted Fisk and you stood against him in every chance you had, and the innocence of the Devil was a sign that you're on the right side.

Ever since that summer night, the Devil Of Hell's Kitchen never stopped coming to your place, always knocks on your window glass to let him in after a long night of vigilant-ing. He never skipped a night, from the need for new stitches and bandages, to the excuses he made up just to be around you, he'd even call you during the day to check on you and assure you that he's doing well, too.

Within the first three weeks, you got to know who was the man behind the mask, a man who couldn't bear the darkness that dampened the city he loved the most, a lawyer who couldn't find justice in the light of the day so he seeks it under the shadows of the night, a blind man with an ability that never stopped amazing you, Matt Murdock, the attorney that was slandered for doing criminal acts while he was the one fighting against them. And you... You shifted from just being against Fisk to be Matt biased, if that's how you label it.

Soon enough, you moved from sitting on the armchair facing him to be next to him on the couch, and not long after, he had his head settled on your lap while telling you how his life was going as you play with his brown locks. It wasn't long before you shared your first kiss on the same couch, and cuddled in your blankets as the fall approached.

One snowy night in the middle of January — as you stood in the kitchen steaming milk on the stove to cook hot chocolate, you heard the fainting taps on the living room window glass, soft double taps, followed by another double, it's him.

You wiped your wet hands in your apron and turned the stove off, rushed to the window, you unlocked the deadbolt, "hi, angel," he greeted you with a quick peck on the mouth the second you opened the window, you kissed him back, "Matty, how was your night, baby?" he slid into your embrace the moment he slipped out the window frame. He didn't answer your question, you took your head off his chest and took the mask off his face. Oh boy, if this isn't the biggest bruise you've ever seen on his face, he kept a sealed smile, his eyebrows arched. "that doesn't look okay to me, what happened?" you took him to the couch, started to probe him thoroughly, walking your fingers over him and checking for his response.

"I got punched and hit my face on concrete, you know..." he stalled, "you should be more careful, Matty, your face is a mess and you have a day at court tomorrow," you rolled your eyes, you felt helpless, he sighed. For both your fortune — he wasn't really injured, only bruises were sprinkled around his body, and a little cut in his forehead to be fair.

"I'm sorry I yelled at you," your shoulders fell, "I'm just so worried about you, I don't want anything to make you feel nervous specially tomorrow, and showing up in court black and blue is not a good thing for you," you cupped his face, he silently kissed the palm of your hand. "so, how was the fight?" you asked as you walked over to the shelves to bring the first aid kit, "some jewelry burglars..." he started, you brought in a bowl of warm water, a clean cloth and a pack of ice, placed them down the coffee table, "how are they active now? The cold is unbearable!" you commented, he shrugged, "sorry, continue," you soaked the cloth with water, to delicately walk it over his bruised skin to wipe the dry blood off.

"luckily, they hadn't stolen anything yet when I got there," he shrugged, "they were all put down in a few minutes, but one of them really got into the fight with me... He punched me, I punched him back, there was blood splattering everywhere..." you watched his face shifting into a look of pity for himself, "I guess I wasn't focused... one hit I was thrown to the wall... The next I was on the ground..." you were stitching the slit in his forehead, you paused, "hey, Matty, you did so good out there, you always do, and you got them arrested too, baby, there's nothing to worry about," you scooped his jaw in both of your palms. "the moment I hit the ground all I thought of was you, I was scared that you're gonna be worried about me, and that if I don't make it out alive they might find a lead to you and hurt you," his waterfalls were streaming hot on his cheeks, you squeezed tighter, "oh, Matt," you didn't know what to say, Matt is so stubborn when it comes to convincing him, "you... You know no one can hurt me, I have you, Matt," you looked into the vastness of his brown irises, "you almost didn't tonight..." you swallowed your tears, you needed comfort yourself, you got scared to death when you thought about losing him.

"but you're here now, and we're sitting on my couch and I have your face in my hands and you have my whole body in your arms, we're sure enough safe," you had to fight the negative thoughts before it's too late, Matt would go into a breakdown episode and might lock himself away forever. "we're here, together, in my house, far away from all the bad things, and... we're almost to cuddle and drink hot chocolate, I think we're far from being in danger," you couldn't stop yourself from smiling as you imagined you two snuggled on the couch with Cocoa mustaches, "maybe you should take a quick shower, use some floral shampoo, girly scents, baby powder, it might help you clear your mind, right baby?" you kissed him on the cheek, he smiled, you exhaled a "finally!" and hugged him, "now, I'll finish stitching that cut, and you can go take a shower."

You were done in less than ten minutes, you kissed his stitched cut and quickly placed a bandage on it, he chuckled, "I don't have any other Matt Murdock, so I gotta keep mine safe and sound," you brushed your thumbs over his cheeks, "I love you," he whispered, "I know, Matty, you can't resist me," he chuckled, pecked your lips and stood up.

You watched him march to the bathroom where you had already prepared him clean clothes —you bought a couple of matching pajamas for you and Matt for the days he has to stay at your place— as you walked back to the kitchen. You turned the stove back on, and started to stir the milk in the pot. Not long after, the milk was almost boiling, so you added the rest of the ingredients.

As you stirred aimlessly waiting for the mixture to cook, your nostrils were hit by a wave of floral scents, and before you could react, you were bounded in his arms, he nuzzled into your shoulder, "thank you," his voice vibrated onto your skin, a grin grew on your face, you caressed his barely bearded cheek, "no need, I'm your healer, aaand your girlfriend," he pecked your cheek, "the best of the two."

"I knew pink is gonna look good on you," you cheered as you turned to look at him, the pajama was hoodie-like pastel pink with bear ears, and had a cute brown bear on the chest, he rolled his eyes, "come on, put the hood on, Matt, you're gonna catch a cold!" he shook his head relentlessly, "I won't," you huffed, "come on, Murdock!!! Don't be such a prick!!!" you aimed your grasps at the hood, he took a couple steps back as you marched towards him, and it turns to you running after him as he sprints around the living room, "you're gonna put it on, Murdock!!!" you stood on the couch and finally caught him, he let you win this time, otherwise you'd be still running around behind him losing breath, he chuckled at how you threw yourself on the couch after you've done your job. He looked absolutely adorable with bear ears.

He walked to the kitchen for his turn to serve the hot drink, you walked over to the kitchen counter and turned the little radio on, it started to stream old slow dance jazz music. Matt filled the mugs with chocolate, and the moment he let the pot down, you pulled him by the hand closer, "shouldn't I be the one pulling you this way?" he caught up with your steps quickly, spun you around, "well, one of us had to do it," you hung your arms over the broad of his shoulders, fingers delicately wrapped around his nape, playfully curling the little dampened dark locks on the ends of his hair.

He let his callouses fold your waist, guiding you around as he stuck his cheek to yours. He danced you around perfectly, swaying and sliding his feet across the wooden floor, "you're mastering slow dance, I'm kinda jealous," you mumbled into his hoodie, he smiled and kissed the side of your head, nuzzled in your hair for long, "what about we go out dancing this weekend, angel? Show you some of my new techniques," he cooed, you nodded tirelessly, "I'd love to, Mr Devil, I'd never say no," you pulled your head off his chest, still keeping pace with his smooth movement.

He leaned down to pull a kiss off your lips, you went along easily, he smiled his kisses on you. "you wanna drink the hot chocolate now?" he asked as he pulled away, still less than an inch between your lips, you smiled, "and cuddle in blankets as we listen to a horror podcast? I'd love to!" he pecked your mouth quickly and carried you to the couch as you picked the mugs up, he placed you down and snuggled next to you, scooping you in his arms, resting his head onto your shoulder. You listened to tens and tens of stories until eventually both of you collapsed into each other's arms, feeling safe and warm — and filled with love.

I couldn't shake the n.4 prompt you sent me — off my mind, so I actually wrote it 😂🥰 it's actually one of my favorite requests, I put a lot of effort into it, I hope it'd reached your expectations 🥺💕

Tell me what you think about this! And thanks for dropping the prompt! <3

Feel free to submit a prompt from this list in my ask (I only write for Matt Murdock)! <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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[idgivemyeyesfor-mattmurdock]

omg omg omg ok i just had the most random idea - this may be a slightly long one but

what if y/n is a teacher/nun in the church, and takes care of matt while he stays there post explosion. they get closer and eventually date, and y/n ends up pregnant. maggie argues with both of them and accidentally lets slip that she doesn't want y/n to live the same life that she did - because the murdock boys are the same

and thats how matt finds out who his mother is and y/n comforts him (awww)

sidenote: i'm just gonna stop asking anonymously lol

Part One:

hope ur ok - Olivia Rodrigo

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem reader Trigger Warning: if ur allergic to fluff then back away.

A teacher. You, a teacher?

Well, who could doubt it? you weren't that religious that you'd become a nun, but a teacher was a happy medium. Actually, you had never been to a church before, but you took the job offer when St.Agnes's was offering it... but truly you had always wanted to teach.

Teaching children was the equivalent to being the change. Truth was you were tired of complaining about the world, so you decided to do something about it.

You'd been a St.Agnes's for four years now. After getting your masters in education, you decided that staying in new york was the best option. Though, once you got you're first job-- thats when DareDevil decided to start playing around.

Your parents tried getting you to go back home, but-- what good were you going to do in (y/h/t)? teach the kids you grew up with and that's it? no. Yo New York you went and stayed

You hadn't prayed until He came to the church after the explosion. though, you didn't know it was a he because nobody every dared to mention his gender.

how would it feel? being blind and having no idea where you were at. It was a terrible two in one deal not a lot of people could deal with, especially for a group of older nuns who were ached and never had a day off.

today you allowed the kids to take the day off, along with the nuns, so it would just be you helping this mystery blind person for a day so that the sisters could get a rest.

It was what? five am when you walked in.

As you opened the door, the squeak woke Matt up, and so did you're footsteps. Though, he didn't recognize your scentl or the way you're weight shifted on the floorboards. his fiery vision was practically eliminated, so all he saw was a blank sheet of paper.

Once your eyes laid on him, you noticed that he was shirtless and sweating. He hadn't shaved in weeks, and his beard was nearly an inch long.

Your heart began to race as you got closer and laid your eyes on his tensed muscles. Though, you fixated your train of thought on the fact that he was sweating and obviously confused.

"Hello?" asked Matt as you got closer.

"Hi, yes, sorry-- are you hot? you're sweating."

"...I'm aware." said Matt with annoyance, "you're not Maggie."

"No, I am not." you firmly responded as you placed the bowl of water on the night stand, "Sister Maggie is taking a fast today from serving. Since you care so much, I am pleased to tell you that she will be back tomorrow."

"Thank god." whispered Matt with a sigh, "she doesnt give me a break."

"A break? who says I'm going to give you a break" you asked as you dipped the porcelain towel into the bowl of water.

"Your not?"

"why would I?" you asked as you sat on the wooden chair by his bed.

"Blind guy, just sitting here, what would you do with me?"

"Make you recite your times tables."

"intriguing." responded Matt as his de-focused eyes attempted to find your voice,

"why do you say that?" asked Matt as he felt you place the warm cloth over his chest.

"I'm a teacher, It's my job."

"you're a teacher." said Matt

As you stopped for a second, placing the cloth back into the water you asked, "you're surprised?"

"no, not surprised, just stunned."

"Stunned is a synonym for surprised."

as she squeezed the blood out of the rag, you looked over to Matt who was enjoying the argument, "I'm not stunned, surprised or astonished. Just, you don't sound like a teacher."

"well," you said as you placed the warm cloth back on his chest, and began to run it up his neck, "when you have to teach twenty five blind sixteen-year-olds how to read braille-- you learn to pick up on the attitude."

"you're a blind teacher?" asked Matt.

"you're full of questions."

"well, you're the teacher, so I'd expect you to have the answers."

Matt heard the muscles in your cheeks stretch as you replied in a lower tone, "To answer, you're question, yes. I am a blind teacher."

"what do you do?" asked Matt as he felt you press down on an area of his neck where he had stitches, "just braille?"

"everything." you responded as you removed the cloth and placed it on the side of the night stand, "chemistry, history, math, reading, writing-- social skills. Sometimes they teach me."

"they do?" asked Matt as he heard you open the drawer that was under the nightstand.

"well, --"

"Matthew, Matthew Murdock."

"Well, Matthew, I've never been blind. So, everyday I do get reminded how it feels to be blind. Like, I'd never thought a guy would dump his girlfriend just because she couldn't look at him."

his lips pressed into a fine line as you took out a black long sleeve from his drawer, you said, "I also get taught how some people are happy they can't see. I get to know the pleasure of somebody saying that they are happy they never have to see the face of their algebra 2 teacher again."

"i agree with that one." responded Matt with a laugh, "so," asked Matt as he heard you unfold the long sleeve, "what have I taught you teach?"

nicknames already?

"that you're not so different then my students."

[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

[deliontower]

i am sick of the chase | one | f.n

pairing: Foggy Nelson x gn! Reader

summary: foggy and Matt started off as your lawyers when you were caught by the devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

warning: angst, mentions of crime, mentions of fighting, helpless fools, fluff, swearing, non cannon plot & season one cannon plot, and that’s all I can think of

word count: 1.7k

a/n: this started off as something completely different and this is what it ended up being, i kind of put two ideas together and this was the out come. I’m guessing it’s gonna be 10 parts maybe? Has been edited but likely still has grammar issues

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The deal with Brett gave time and time again, even if Brett didn’t like Foggy’s gifts to his mother it still worked. The second he heard about the arrest he was out of the door heading to Matt’s place before he had even hung up with Brett. Matt was less than happy to be leaving his apartment at 5 am, but shortly followed after Foggy sporting a cut lip he blamed on walking into the shower door.

Once the pair got to the station Brett gave them a run down on what they knew which wasn’t very much to Foggy's enjoyment, he had no problem telling anyone he liked being in there when everything was unfolding.

When they entered the questioning room Foggy looked straight to his client, their back was straight, the officers' jack hung off their shoulder, they wore a black turtleneck that was ripped, exposing their collar bone covered in grazes and cuts, he then looked at their face spotting a bruise along their jaw.

The thing that caught his attention the most was so they held themselves, could it be cocklyness or foolishness that made them hold themselves like they were in control.

Then you looked over his shoulder and smiled. And only the devil and he knew how fucked he was.

xxx

You thought you were being smart. Maybe you were getting too big headed or maybe you underestimated the bloody devil of hell’s kitchen. Either way you started your evening hacking into a few bank accounts and ended it sitting in a questioning room with an officer's jacket covering you, another thing to thank the devil for, he sure did ruin outfits in fights.

The door opening got your attention, following Officer Brett were two men, one with shaggy blonde hair and the another with short brown hair who appeared to be blind. You studied them both.

Your thoughts were cut off time and time again when you tried to study anything but the shorter of the pair. Finally admitting defeat you looked to Brett who smiled at you kindly, you smiled back. “I ask for one lawyer and you bring me two”.

“You’ll like these two, great lawyers, low prices” Brett told you.

“I hear the price points won’t be an issue for you though” Matt commented.

You frowned even if he couldn’t see. “Straight to the point”.

Foggy laughed awkwardly, “Let’s wait until Officer Brett leaves”.

The sound of him laughing snapped your attention towards him.

Once Brett had left the room you lent back in the chair, “So i’m guessing you have a friend here who tells you when someone is in need of a lawyer and i bet that that person has just left the room”.

“You’d be right,” Matt nodded with a little hesitation.

“Matt” his Foggy nuggled him. “Let’s start again. I’m Mr Nelson and this is Mr Murdock”.

You grinned, “So Mr Nelson tell me what are the chances I’ll walk out of here by morning?”.

He looked towards Mr Murdock, they shared some kind of conversation. “Seeing as the only witness was the devil of hell’s kitchen, we could get you out tonight” Mr Nelson told you.

“But” Murdock cut in, “You will still likely have to go to court”.

You smiled looking down at the table, “and the night is still young”.

“More people to rob blind” Murdock raised an eyebrow.

You scoffed, “I didn’t know you had proof of any stealing, Mr Murdock? But if you want to talk about rich people, Take Senator Ross, did he deserve the 2 million dollars he got last month? Did Judge Kelly deserve the 1 thousand he got for letting killers and god knows who else off.” you asked the two men.

Neither answered.

“Then again I'm not admitting anything, I just happened to have a senator's personal file on me” you added with a smirk.

“Noted,” Murdock nodded.

“And even if I did take any money, you think I’d just keep it?” you asked them. “God knows I don’t use it, my clothes are nearly 5 years old and ruined thanks to the goody two shoes that we call the Devil of Hell’s kitchen. I live in a shitty flat that I pay for with money from the paintings I sell and whatever tips I get from my shitty waitress jobs, I’d give to the people who need it”.

“People,” Murdock asks.

“Families, widows, people who would be homeless without help, whoever needs it. They’d be untraceable too”.

“The money can be traced,” Nelson added with a hint of sadness.

You shook your head, “Did you know people can write codes? I’d personally add a fails safe so it wouldn’t fall into the wrong hands”.

Nelson wrote something down, nodding.

“You thought of everything,” Murdock said.

“I grew up with less than honourable people you learn a thing or two” you swallowed. “I had a good life, I was loved but they weren’t good people and I swore I would be a good person when I could”.

Nelson dropped his pen, whispering something to his friend. You watched and waited for their judgement, if they said no to helping you then you would have to turn to the last person you wanted to ask help from.

“We’ll help you,” Murdock said suddenly.

You breathed in surprised, “I didn’t see that coming. I thought since the Devil of Hell’s kitchen decided I was a villain the rest of the town will”.

Murdock rubbed his temple and sighed, “Maybe he made a mistake”.

“I want to keep this as small as I can” you sniffed, “Like I said, my history isn’t the best and if anyone gets wind of it I’ll be dragged back in”.

“So you’ll be willing to take a plea?” Nelson asked.

“If they can prove i did anything” you tried to smile, “But It’s not that’s not up to me”.

“How bad is this history?” Matt asked, you had the strangest feeling he was actually seeing you.

“Power and big egos don’t mix, lucky for me we’re not blood related” you shrugged.

xxx

For whatever reason you lead Nelson up to your apartment, knowing the mess you left it in you were already cringing. Not only were clothes everywhere but also pieces of paper and art supplies.

You told yourself you should be happy that it wasn’t the police but your new cute lawyer but that also sucked.

Biting your lip you faced him, “I should warn you it’s messy”.

“I’m sure it’s not-” he smiled but stopped seeing the state of your apartment.

Your face felt hot, “It’s one room, of course it gets messy” you hurried into your place throwing a pile of clothes into the ‘bedroom’. “Sit” you pointed to the sofa.

Nelson shut the door behind him, “I’m sorry my partner left us seems like he had plans” he said awkwardly, casting a look around the room.

“I don’t blame him, it’s nearly 7 am” you laughed.

Nelson was quiet ,you followed to where he was looking, the west wall was covered in smaller paintings of different skylines. “They're from different cities all around the world,” you explained.

“Do you travel?” he asked.

“Growing up I did, I went to a new boarding school each year, the sky was the only thing that stayed the same ” you explained. You tried to do a bit more tidying before you sat down at the other end of the sofa. “Guessing you’ve got more questions”.

He nodded, “I wanted to ask more about your software”. He looked up again with a smirk, “If you have any at all”.

You smiled back, loving this side of him. using a simple hacking code and shaping it to my own use, made a fail safe incase I needed it and like I said it needs the last line to work. It’s gone now anyway, my phone got destroyed in the fight”.

He smiled back at his pad, you were glad he was looking away, You’d fall into a pile on the floor if he was you smiling like a fool at him . “So there’s no proof that you hacked anything, you were just up on the bank's roof-”.

“What, I was just relaxing on a bank's roof?” you laughed, “who will buy that”.

He looked over to your paintings on the wall, “Do you just do physical art or graphic?”.

“I tried it but couldn’t master it” you frowned, “I like the feel of paint on my hands”.

He wrote a few more things down,you watched him. Studying him again, the moment he walked into the interview room he pulled you in, now you were alone with him and your whole existence was aware of it.

Again there was something that put all logical thoughts out, he was just so…beautiful.

Your skin actually tingled and buzzed, you felt like someone was blowing on your neck. When foggy looked up blowing his hair from his face, you looked away feeling flushed.

“How’d you feel about giving me that one for payment?” he asked. “Had my eye on it since I walked in”.

You looked to where he was pointing trying to calm yourself down. It was a painting you didn’t even like, the whole time while painting it you were in love but the moment the final stroke was done all that love went away. It scared you that the moment you saw something whole and finished you could lose all that love.

“Really?” you asked in disbelief.

He nodded, “I like it”. He kept looking at it, taking in every bush stroke. “It kind of reminds of the view from the college dorm, there was an eml tree just like that”.

“It's yours “ you smile, “honesty didn’t think it was that good”.

“You’re kidding” he exclaimed. You laughed nodding your head, “but it's amazing”

You shrugged, “I saw it finished and all the love I felt drain away”.

He didn’t speak and you worried that maybe you had said too much, opened up too much. You had spent so much time alone, your chest felt full with everything and nothing all at once.

“Yeah” he nodded, understanding.

For a moment you just looked at him, feeling so much you couldn’t name a single thing. “So what else do you need to know?”.

He smiled a little, “I have a list”.

“I’ll tell you everything you need to know”.