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[murdockmeta]

Earth-65 Fic Recs

i wanted to be thorough with my suggestions and i know there's a decently popular rec list from @/evilwickedme

I wanted to be able to offer suggestions that weren't too similar to theirs - but from that list, i love-- bullet, my roommate: matt murdock, and the two they wrote, less an apocalypse and human after all

Now down to brass tacks, my rec list:

Matt Murdock's Evil Internship for Struggling Superheros - i highly suggest you check out the entire collection from the author for this one, but this fic particularly is a fav of mine. it's excellent, i love the exploration of gwen and matt's relationship and it's so well written it feels like i'm reading canon material

In the Hall of the Mountian King - i love the POV of this and how we catch a glimpse of how fucking terrifying Matt can be, along with some of Matt and Otomo's relationship, also the amazing comic that was drawn to go with it

Empty Houses -- this is a really really cool take on an e-65 version of blindspot. i love the internal dialogue we get from sam along with his interactions with matt and gwen. also when he gets blinded? i. dont touch me. im sensitve.

Enjoy the Dance - this one is really interesting to me, i really like the portrayal of Otomo and Matt's dynamic, how we get a little more characterization for Otomo, and i enjoyed to open ending and Matt being delirious from blood loss lol

The Indictment of Sick Jan - another goody, love how mattfoggy is portrayed here. I love the teasing and the tension and this fic actually heavily contributed to me shipping the two of them because it really captures their dynamic so well

[superbreadsoul]

DON’T BAIL ON ME

Matt Murdock x Reader

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

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

WORD COUNT: 5119 WORDS

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Natchios."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Elektra. 

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

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

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

From the shadows of the hallway, Elektra emerged.

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

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

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

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

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

Matt’s chest tightened. “Y/N, I—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

The End.

[allllium]

Pinky Promise

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

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

~ Matt tells you he's Daredevil

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “Mhm. And is that the only reason?” 

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

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

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

  “Matt I won't get mad, I promise.” 

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

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

  “What! I would never!” 

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

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

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

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

  “Yeah, I do.” 

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

  “What else did it do?” 

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

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

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

  You immediately scramble off his lap. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “And then?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “I'm not gonna do that.” 

  “We are getting off topic.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “I'm never gonna have another girlfriend.” 

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

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

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

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

  “Oh, I'm very mad.” 

  “About me being Daredevil?” 

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

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

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

  “I promise I won't.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “Hmm. I'll tell you next year.” 

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

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

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

  “Someone's touchy today.” 

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

  “I would win.” 

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

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

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

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

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

  “Oh, I know I am.” 

  “Oh god, what does that mean?” 

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

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

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

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

  “Crazy about you.” You wiggle your eyebrows.

  “That was terrible.” 

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

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

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

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

  “What's this?” 

  “A pinky promise.” 

  “Oh, a pinky promise with the devil.”

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

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

  “I love you.” 

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

  “Say it back.” He whines.

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

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

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

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Life in a Tranquil State

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader 

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

warnings: none

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

w/c: 1.2k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[clreria]

Part 2 of the Halloween artwork

It took me a while hehe

The first part (with Matthew in his human-like form) is here

https://www.tumblr.com/clreria/765889870572011520/trick-or-blood?source=share Closeups

And za Batthew uwu (he's happy being held by a beautiful lady)

[chaos-and-ink]

Matt Murderdock my beloved 🫶 I love you

nobody loves you like I do.

[expensivemistake]

checking my beloved #murderdock tag for murderdock content (he's been missing since 2018) to see content that is NOT (not) about murderdock. heartbroken. betrayed. upset.

[heroofashesnot]

what are your favorite murderdock fics?

I'm not good at picking favorites so this will be a bit long and also under a read more, also my ability to word started to fail me at times so sorry ahead of time.

Series:

-Take What the Water Gave Me by The_Shy_One: Having Castle as the main POV character for most of the series allows the writer to strike this balance between what the audience does and doesn't know. As of such while this is a romance, there is an element of mystery and danger as Matt's true nature and intentions are masterfully hidden. Plus I'm a sucker for mercreatures!

-The Lawyer All the Wickedness by poisonivory: Listen the way the writer unfolds this version of Matt and Foggy's story is exceedingly gripping even after having read this series several times over.

-Ghost Stories/Haunted Houses by Faaacethefacts: Honestly this is a case of initially reading for Murderdock and then staying for witnessing Sam's descent. However, the way that Sam and Matt's toxic father and son relationship is so beautifully written and how it both contrasts and mirrors the relationship that their Earth-616 counterparts makes it too good to leave out.

-Nelson & Murderdock by thelonebamf: While the stories within this series are all fairly different, they all share the writer's beautifully crafted narratives and excellent characterizations!

Spider-Verse 2: Into the Devil-Verse by 94BottlesofSnapple: While this is only earth-65, the whole series is too good to only read those parts but the way the writer balances all the different relationships and characters while also having all them shine is enviable. Also how Gwen and Murderdock's interactions always seem to maintain this edge due to the undercurrent of the power Murderdock has over her is just so good...

Grayson's Home For Wayward Assassin Children by Ferith12: A DC Crossover that just characterizes younger Murderdock just so well!

Pathetic by Udekai: The way that this writer has the characters feel so very painfully human while not sacrificing any character traits is just so great. An excellent series for if you're in a pre-canon mood.

-Earth-65 Matt/Foggy Stories by BlueBioluminescence: While the reason I adore each of the fics in this series a little bit different for each, I thoroughly enjoy all of them.

Murderdock x DA Nelson:

-give up on trying to save us by returnsandreturns: The way that Matt manipulates Foggy and how that blends so naturally into the sex is just so good. Power dynamics, my beloved <3.

-Ask Nelson and Murderdock (Fan Comic) by thelonebamf: Can also be found over here on tumblr, wonderful art, adore how organicly their relationship progresses. Also Dramatic Irony is so very good.

-shake hands with the devil (but i'm calling it a fist fight) by AsperJasper: A great take on a more heroic Murderdock, the way everything builds is great and so good...

(With the Exception Of You) I Dislike Everyone In The Room by MissMoochy: A very manipulative Matt, the way that Foggy just gets more and more drawn into his pull like a spider in a web is just <3

-You're a Question to the Universe by Longdaysjourney: DA Nelson is absent in this one but the way Murderdock with his Earth-199999 counterpart and how he has to take the role of advice giver is just delight to read.

-human after all by JustGail: Outsider looking into Murderdock and DA Nelson's relationship is a good trope and having it be Gwen is just so smart... Also love having DA Nelson's connection with George Stacy being acknowledged...

-The Last Goodbye by StripedScribe with Art by thelonebamf: Hanahaki Disease is a trope that I personally have mixed feelings about but StripedScribe's take on it just knocks it out of the park! Having Murderdock's allergy to expressing his emotions stab him in the back is just great!

-A Murder of Crows (A Seduction of Foes) by inkforhumanhands: Lots of callbacks to the comics, miscommunication done so well and in character, also just funny as hell!

-Find me in the ashes by EmeraldStorm: Post-canon story that really shows the push and pull of these two's relationship in such an intoxicating way, a really gripping read!

-As we dance by brittlestars: Masochism and manipulation, two favorites of mine. Matt stroking Foggy's anger is just so good...

-Lost in The Palms by deniigiq: An eerily heartfelt story, Foggy is both biting and tender and just such a good stories.

Murderdock x Frank Castle:

-All's Fair in Love and Hate by blackmetaldahlia: Banter and kinky hate sex.

-Down To The River by Feathers_and_cigarettes: Terrible people doing terrible things, love the tension between who Castle thinks he is and how easily he gives into Matt.

-The Power of Manipulation by alohdark: The way that Matt draws Castle out of his comfort zone and maintains control over the situation is so good...

Misc.:

-A Matching Set by contact_high: Dwells on the similarities between Matt and Maggie, a short but haunting story.

-Into the Dragon-Verse by Chlodobird: Best understood with the rest of the series but listen-I cannot deny this take on Dragon!Murderdock doesn't delight me everytime I read it.

-Gently Wipe the Blood from Your Hands by 94BottlesOfSnapple: The whole story builds up this sense of foreboding that sends shivers down my spine in the best possible way.

-Gwenverse Backstory: Not Quite Lovesick by 94BottlesOfSnapple: This story perfectly balances the homely feeling of a mundane sick day with a high-strung character like Murderdock so well.

-Walking Out The Door by 94BottlesOfSnapple: The way that the writer maintains such a high tension throughout the story without it faltering is masterful and just the characterization is just wonderful.

-the dirt by tigrrmilk: The tension between how much Foggy knows about Matt's actions and what he doesn't want to know as well of the back and forth of Gwen and Matt's interactions is just wonderful.

-Blood and Tears by bluspirits: A speculation on Murderdock's time with the Hand that I have read time and time again.

-Be It Done to You by LieutenantSanya: The way that the writer gets into Murderdock's thought process during his suicide attempt is chilling, just a great analysis on the character.

-Mending With Gold by Writing_Puffin: The way Murderdock's weird affection Gwen is characterized and just how the two interact is just so good.

-Bending Towards Justice by Dragonbat: While this was written just after Murderdock's first appearance, I love this take on a more heroic Murderdock even if it is OOC now.

-Stranger Danger by bluspirits: Has lots of call backs to various aspects and mentions within the comic series as well describes a potential first meeting between Gwen and Matt that gains its tension in just how mundane it is.

-To Have a Voice With Which to Sing by SenkoWakimarin: A Cyberpunk take on Murderdock that has a perfectly eerie atmosphere, Matt's detached perspective is perfect for this characterization of him.

-A Foray in Morals by GremlinMan: Earth-199999 Frank Castle and Murderdock encountering each in extremely comedic way, an absolute delight.

-diminishing returns by Hueyhuey with Art by PomegranteBelleArt: Just The Characterizations! The Interactions! The Takes on Elektra and Eleanor! Fun read!

-Don't be a stranger by Kamaya: More centered on Gwen on Murderdock but shows their interactions while Gwen is in jail, also just Matt's bitterness and how the writer characterizes his depression is just lovely.

-The Devil That You Know by Kamaya: Oneshots that range from Matt's response to Elektra's death to his suicide attempt, love the way the writer writes darker topics.

-Fog and Shadow by The_Shy_One: Earth-616 Mike interacting with Murderdock, just a genius concept that is tackled so wonderfully, the way Matt just mocks Mike with what he knows and Mike's unease is just great.

-The Future Is Written In Cathode Rays by 94BottlesOfSnapple: The way Gwen responses to such a violent invasion of Murderdock's privacy through such an intimate view of his past and potential future is just! wow! This story is just visceral on such a personal level!

-Burn The Past by Gunn: A What-If in which Maggie lives, Matt is just so callous and it's! so! good!

-Enjoy the Dance by thelonebamf: The way that everyone interacts and the tension and suspense and the contradictions of Matt's thoughts are really good!

-Welcome Knife by neonbrutalism: Matt is a karma houndini and this is short but so good, post-canon.

-The Seven Stages Of Grief as Experienced by Norman Osborn by abitofren: Messed up in the best way, love how the writer gets inside of Matt's head and its shown is just so good.

-The Cat Came Back by Udekai: Such a great comic, the way that the writer uses lighting and such to tell the story is great, just really atmospheric...

-How Not to Kill Yourself: An Elaborate Long Con by Matthew M. Murdock by Ferith12: So fond of this one, just so very messy in such a great way.

-Holiness by Ferith12: Just analyzing Murderdock's relationship with religion and how it changes as he and also the way he views himself changes is great.

Thanks for reading all the way to the end!

[shelikesorchids-archive]

SWAK Verse: Shut Up and Drive

Pairing: Earth 65 Matt Murdock (Murderdock) and F!Reader (Kitten)

Summary: Murderdock bends you over a Maserati MC20 in a garage at a party and just goes feral.

Warnings: SMUUUUT. Nothing about this is safe for minors or work. Read the warnings on the AO3 link, I'm feeling lazy.

Author's Note: I just read Cherry Red by @saintmurd0ck and holy fuck it's so HOT. But Rhi actually requested this from me on my old blog and it lives on AO3, so I'm re-posting it here. Just giving this back because, sadly, I am getting to retire my beloved Murderdock and Kitten. I still love them, and they may come back to me someday, but they told me they need a sexy ass vacation. ENJOY!

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You don’t know how you ended up in a five car garage in a mansion in the Hamptons with Matt, but here the two of you were. A row of luxury sports cars shone brightly in the fluorescent lights of the garage, and you couldn’t help but marvel at them.

Matt quickly derailed your train of thought by gently caressing your shoulders and placing feather light kisses to the back of your neck. You let out a sigh of contentment and felt goosebumps start to prickle your skin. Deep down, you knew exactly why Matt brought you out here, but you had to pose the question anyway.

“Matt, what are we doing in the garage?” you whispered.

“Oh, I think you know the answer to that, Kitten. You’ve been awfully naughty tonight. Wearing that dress with no panties underneath, and flirting with that bartender. I think you need to be reminded who you belong to.” he said with a smirk on his face.

You were wearing a slinky Versace gown with a slit that went clean up to your hip, so there was no way panties could be a part of your ensemble. He had been sneaking fleeting touches to your exposed hip all night long, and he could smell your arousal growing stronger with every touch. Flirting with the bartender because you were bored sent him over the edge, he had to have you now.

Read the rest on AO3

[evilwickedme]

What are some of your favorite books/arcs in comics?

Hello there :D you sent this the same day as that fav books ask I answered last week, so sorry for taking so long to get to this I then ALSO got the ask for beginner friendly comics and basically this is a long time coming here are a few of my favorite comics and graphic novels ever, including some repetitions from the beginner friendly ask lmao

So for Deadpool I have said this a million times and I will say this again: the 2012 run by Posehn and Duggan is fucking GOD. It's funny and witty and a little gory like any good wade comic yes, but it's also got so much heart and I love the cast and it brought in Ellie who's just fucking EVERYTHING to me. I'm also enjoying the current run of Deadpool by Alyssa Wong like no run of Deadpool since, and if you're looking for a run of marvel comics to pick up right now oh my God start there for real

Obviously another favorite is Spider Gwen - mostly the original Radioactive Spider-Gwen, but Spider-Gwen: Ghost Spider and Ghost Spider are also really good, just not quite as solid and unfortunately the story told in them gets cut off and has yet to be continued. Obviously Spider-Gwen has been a solid 15% of my personality over the past year and I literally lectured on what it has to say on the main 616 universe but I just love earth-65's versions of Gwen, Captain Stacy, Harry Osborn, Emjay, and Matt Murdock (Murderdock my beloved) soooo fucking much like everyone in this cast is fucking amazing!!! If you let me talk about Spider Gwen I probably won't shut up

Anyway another one of my favorite books is Spider Men: Worlds Collide. It collects Spider Men and Spider Men II, and it focuses on two team ups between Peter and Miles, one back when they lived in separate universes and the other after the Ultimate universe got ixnayed and Miles was transported to 616. I actually prefer Spider Men II overall, I think it's a great story and it has one of best bi!peter panels imho, but both stories are great and very recommended.

Still with Marvel, if you haven't read the 2014 Scarlet Witch run by James Robinson, oh my God you're missing out. Every issue is drawn by the a different artist, except for the last issue which is drawn by the same artist as the first, which really works cause it happened right after the magneto-isn't-her-dad retcon so she's searching for her identity. The writing is gorgeous and all of the artists do an amazing job. I showed a panel to my niece once and she hasn't shut up about it for a year, it's that pretty. So it's worth reading for the art alone, I cannot emphasize this enough, but I love the story and the use of Agatha too.

I also love love love love LOVE Alias. Can we talk about how good Alias is? I feel like people don't talk about how good Alias is enough. Like I said in my beginner's rec post, it deals with really heavy stuff, but it does it with such gravitas! I love the noir feel, I love the way the art reflects what's going on with Jessica, I love the flashbacks, I love Jessica/Luke, like everything about it is amazing.

Moving onto DC, we have to mention Watchmen since it's the first comic I ever read. Is it good? ... Like I said with the question of is it beginner friendly, I have no idea. But you asked for my favorites, and as the first comic I ever read it holds a real place in my heart. A lot of it still haunts me, honestly. Say what you will on the dark age of comic books and what it led to later, I love it.

And then ofc there's Under the Red Hood. Do I even have to say it? My obsession with Jason is as easily observed as my obsessions with Wade Wilson or any version of Gwen Stacy. This story is iconic, it's so well written, I love the art, it's fucking heartbreaking. My guys I love this story so goddamn much.

I haven't read nearly as much Superman as I'd like to - I'm working on it don't you worry - but I recently read the Death of Superman trilogy and the third book in particular, The Return of Superman - also called The Reign of the Supermen in some editions I believe - is soooooo good. I actually almost sent in a lecture just about this book instead of my lecture about Smallville, but ultimately I have more to say on Smallville so I went with that, but still. Guys, the different Supermen here, the things they represent, not to mention just how fucking great Kon is in his first appearance and how much I sympathize with Lois here - there's so much to love about this. Plus I love late '80s and '90s Superman art, there's something about that specific time period's art style that I just find hits exactly in the right spot.

Batwoman: Elegy!!! Greg Rucka my beloved <3 honestly I'm still mad I hadn't read this before I did my og comic book lecture on the Jewish nature of the medium, it's so good at representing all the ideas I was trying to put into words, but also the art and the narrative and the character it's trying to introduce all make such an impression, it's so fucking good.

Moving onto indie comics, we have to talk buffy comics. I have read a lot of buffy comics. Not even close to all of them, I fell off the wagon somewhere around mid season nine and only purchased a bit of season ten, but I still have a certain affection in my heart for season eight, since I found all of it in the second hand booth at my first ever con. I also think Angel: After the Fall is fucking excellent.

This is already too long so I'll just life a few more things here - Nimona and Lumberjanes - ND Stevenson, my guys, like they just do it every time. Giant days, paper girls, also great indie comics. There's a graphic novel called witchy I really love - I recently realized there's a vol 2 and I desperately need to read it, I genuinely just thought it ended on a cliffhanger forever.

Finally, maybe this doesn't belong on this list at all, but Maus. I feel like Maus should be required reading for every adult on the face of the earth. Obviously as a Jewish person it's particularly affecting for me, but I don't think it's a coincidence there was a recent banning of the book. It's incredibly impactful and in our times of rising antisemitism it is incredibly important as well. Do yourself a favor and read it.

Okay well that was certainly a list! Everyone, feel free to let me know how you feel about any of these or if you're planning on reading them. And thanks for asking!

[chaos-and-ink]

this is so glorious im going batshit insane holy shit. I was literally JUST talking about this exact scenario yesterday and to see it on my feed this morning-- oh my gawd, matt murderdock my beloved im on my knees fuck this is beautiful.

*read from right to left (tw: dub-con)

A 65! Matt/616! Matt + fratt prompt I got from twitter

"You guys are so annoyingly attached, it's gross."

[murdockmeta]

Murderdock Headcanons

part 2

He has light freckles that spot over his shoulders and back

He enjoy tea and is very particular about how he makes it

He prefers white or green tea blends

He enjoys traditional Japanese food and clothing, though his relationship with his cultural upbringing is complex

To further: its a love/hate relationship, some things make him almost feel nostalgic while others remind him of the torture he endured while being raised by The Hand

He has a tattoo given to him by The Hand. My mind changes on what it is and where it is, but I generally imagine The Hand left some kind of brand on him somewhere

He met Elektra during his undergraduate studies while still living in Japan

This isn't exactly about Matt, but I usually imagine earth-65 Elektra as a man

He murdered Elektra after being instructed to do so by The Hand (it was a test of loyalty after they became aware of his and Elektra’s relationship)

Matt has a koi fish pond on the rooftop of his penthouse

When he's alone/at his penthouse, he will often stop what hes doing and. sit. on the floor or wherever. Mostly, it's when he wants to meditate

Most of his clothes are silk or a hyperspecifc polyester blend he had specially made

He owns the entire building his penthouse is in. He did this so he could clear out several floors below him to create a barrier for noise reduction

He was the biggest Mama's boy before Maggie passed, followed her everywhere and did everything with her

After she got ready for an audition, Maggie would have Matt stand on her toes and dance with her in the kitchen, it was a little ritual they had, she claimed it brought her good luck

Maggie's face is one of the only that Matt can still remember clearly. Even Jack's faded after a while, but Maggie's still appears in his dreams

Matt often gets nightmares, it leads to him being a bit of an insomniac

He trains regularly with Otomo to keep his skills sharp

His scarring is the worst on his back (between his shoulder blades), on his inner thighs, and around his eyes

He almost always has music playing in his penthouse, he own dozens of records and a (very expensive) record player

Alright there ya go!! Hope you liked them :)

[allllium]

Cuddles

~ Ahhh I finally wrote something!! It's really short but I love it, it's so soft and cute

~ Fluff, WC: 673

~ Tired Matt coming home from patrol ~

“Matt, is that you?” You call from the bedroom as a loud bang brings your attention to the living room. You slowly climb out of bed and head toward the source of noise. Your boyfriend Matt is standing in the living room, still in his Daredevil suit.

“Hi, honey.” He quietly lets out, showing no intention of moving.

“Are you okay?” You keep your distance as you check on him. If something serious happened on his patrol, moving too close might worsen him.

“I’m alright, baby, just a long night.” After a moment, he finally moves across the room to you, wrapping his arms around you. You sigh softly in his hold, relief flooding your body as you see he’s not injured. 

“How about I warm you up some food so we can go to bed?” You don’t get a verbal response from the devil clade man. Instead, you get an annoyed grunt as you pull out of his arms. “We can cuddle in bed, but first, you need to eat and change into something more comfortable.”

“Hm, can we cuddle while I eat too?” When you turn from your position in the kitchen, you can see he's taken his helmet off, leaving his face bare to you.

“We can cuddle whenever you’d like, baby.” A gentle smile lies across your face as you look at Matt standing before you. 

While Matt decides to take a quick shower, you head back to the kitchen to warm up some food. Dating Matt can often be scary and stressful, but moments like this make it worth it. After a few minutes of humming to yourself in the kitchen while you wait for Matt, arms suddenly wrap around your waist, making you jump slightly. 

“Shit.” You let out, not having heard the shower stop. “Don’t laugh at me. Not all of us have some super sensitive senses.” He continues chuckling behind you, clearly amused by your freight.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He makes no move to let go of you, only pushing his body closer to yours. 

You turn around in his hold, holding out a plate of now-warmed food. “Eat.”

“Y’know, I seem to remember you promising cuddles.” He takes his plate from your hands with fake annoyance.

“I seem to remember you agreeing to eat. You haven't had anything since breakfast, and don't even try to lie about lunch. Foggy already told me you didn't have anything.” You lift your hand to his face to brush back a loose strand of damp hair.

“Wasn't hungry,” Matt mutters, dragging you towards the bedroom. He glances towards the spot next to him as he sits on the bed. “Lie down.”

You giggle quietly at his clingy nature. He’s often like this when he comes home from his patrol, needing to be next to you every moment. It's adorable. “Wow, you’re impatient tonight.”

“Hm” Is his only response. When you climb into bed next to him, he immediately pulls you into his arms, setting you against his chest while he eats his food. “You didn’t have to wait for me, baby. You should've gone to bed.”

“I like waiting for you. I like making sure you get home safe, plus the bed is always freezing when you're not here.” You burrow more against him after he leans over to place the empty plate on the nightstand. 

“Ah yes, what would you do without your walking furnace?” He laughs, but it’s true. His apartment is always cold. Sometimes, you think he does it purposely, so you’ll use him as your source of warmth.

“Let’s go to sleep, Matty. I can see how tired you are.” 

“Sounds good,” his words come out as half yawn. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” You lean up to give him a soft kiss before lying down against him, more than ready for sleep. Matt practically falls asleep in seconds, but you stay awake for a few minutes longer, simply enjoying the quiet moment and the man with his arms wrapped around you.

[commander-vas-normandy]

NEW THEME BESTIES WHAT DO WE THINK?!

[devils-dares]

📝 can i PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE request murderdock and a pregnant reader? maybe who just found out she’s pregnant? i’m. feeling things 🧎🏼‍♀️

what is going on with all of these pregnant reader asks-

he'd been gone a few months on this business trip with only a day or two home between each stop. he'd been gone a few months and some days and your baby bump had gotten noticeably bigger. he'd left you before either of you knew, so you were planning on surprising him when he came home.

you knew his business was important to him, and what the both of your livelihoods depended on, so you decided not to tell him so as to not distract him.

it was a random tuesday morning when he flew home. you weren't even expecting to see him for another two weeks at the least, so imagine your surprise when you were semi-waddling around the penthouse in his shirt and a pair of underwear to find him sitting at the breakfast bar.

"matty!" you say as he swivels around with a grin on his face.

"hi babydoll." he just about reaches out to you until he feels something different about you. he furrows his brows, standing up from the chair and gingerly walking to you. he reaches out a hand towards your tummy, and is greeted by a salty smell from your tears and a big bump.

"did you- are you-"

"i am, i didn't want to distract you from the trip, i should've told you though." he looked upset, but he wasn't upset at you.

"i should've been here for you, i should've checked in more, i-"

"how could you possibly be blaming yourself right now? it's not your fault!" he shakes his head, teary eyed grin spreading across his face.

"we're going shopping right now. baby supplies, clothes for you and them, everything. spare no expense."

"matthew-"

"shh, let me spoil you. let me be here for you." he presses his hand on your tummy now, rough hand on soft skin.

"i can- wow- i can hear the heartbeat." he says, words coming out a little choked as tears run down his face.

"c'mere," you say, pulling him in for a hug, "you're gonna be the best dad ever." he smiles and presses a kiss to your lips.

"i know." he says, and you smile against him.

[moxnv]

m.m

Warnings: Slight gore, mention of violence, SMUT AHEAD (female reader)

(This is my first Matt Murdock smut so BEAR WITH ME)

Although you and Matt had attended the same college together, you were far from friends. At least, until recently.

The rivalry between you had stemmed from a mutual desire to over-achieve. He was a smart man. You were a smart woman. You hated that about each other because that was what caused conflict in the first place.

You were constantly trying to outdo each other on assignments and projects, competing to see who would score higher. For Matt, it was a game. The only reason he worked so hard was so that he could get under your skin. There were other motivations too, but getting a reaction out of you was better than any high score.

And he always succeeded. You would study for hours just to make sure you got a higher score than him. You hated studying, but you hated Matt Murdock even more. You didn't care that he was blind, there was not enough room for the both of you, and you would not succumb to pity.

Obviously, things changed when he graduated from college. You were relieved that you never had to see his smug face or hear his snide comments ever again. But that would be too easy, wouldn't it?

Nope. You got the incredible misfortune of being next door neighbors with him.

After you had graduated yourself, you had finally found an apartment that was just perfect for you. It was the perfect size, extremely affordable, and was in a decent location. So imagine your utter dismay when you were unpacking your belongings and saw that smug grin once more.

"Are you stalking me Y/N?" Was the first thing he said when he saw you.

Of course, Matt was surprised to see you as well. It wasn't everyday that he'd encounter an old foe from college, but he certainly wasn't upset about it.

You immediately began searching for other apartments, but unfortunately, you couldn't find any others that were even close to this one. So you made it your ultimate goal to avoid him at all costs. You'd be sure to leave your apartment only after you heard him leave his own, and you would be quick to return home before he did.

You knew he was a lawyer and he worked late hours, but sometimes he wouldn't return until extremely late in the night, which was incredibly strange. You had to admit, it peaked your interest. What was a blind lawyer doing at such odd hours?

Your question was soon answered one night. You were up later than usual. Not because of Matt, but because of the pounds of paperwork you had to sort through from your job. Luckily, you had coffee and energy drinks on hand, so staying up late was no problem.

You were just about finished when you heard a loud crash from the apartment next to you. Matt's apartment.

It wasn't loud enough for any other tenets to hear, but it was loud enough to concern you. Knowing he was blind, you assumed that he had knocked something over or tripped himself up. You even considered staying right where you were and just minding your own business, but your gut told you to at least check on him.

You quietly left your apartment, shutting your door softly to not alert him of your snooping. Tip-toeing to his door, you held your breath and leaned your ear up to it, listening for any sounds. You were met with what sounded like raspy breathing and gasping.

The noises were quiet, in fact you doubted if you even heard them at all, but after a loud pained groan erupted from inside, you knew you heard correctly.

"Matt!?" You cried out.

There was no response except for the continued raspy breathing,

You attempted to open the door, but it was locked. You pulled and twisted at the handle but to know avail.

Stepping back slightly, you began to work at an idea. You pulled a bobby pin from out of your hair and knelt down, your face leveling with the handle you were previously pulling on.

You couldn't believe you were doing this. Breaking into a blind man's apartment, much less a blind man you hated. But here you were. Twisting the bobby pin around the lock until you heard a faint click.

The door gently swung open and you quietly snuck inside, closing it behind you.

"Holy shit!" Were the only words that came out of your mouth as you were introduced to the sight before you.

Matt was sprawled out on the floor, bloodied and bruised. He was wearing a skin tight black shirt, black trousers, and in his limp hand was a black mask. Your mind was spinning as you rushed over to his body.

Your eyes scanned frantically over his body, pin pointing each area where the blood was coming from. He had multiple slash wounds all over his body, but more-so on his torso and chest. The metallic smell of blood stung your nose and you felt your heart begin to race as Matt's breath began to shallow.

"Jesus Christ Matt! Hold on, I'm going to get help," You trembled, standing up to pull out your cell phone.

Before you could dial 911, Matt's hand grabbed your wrist. You exclaimed and snapped your head back.

"Matt!" You squeaked, startled at his sudden movement.

"Don't... Don't call..." He rasped, his words hardly above a whisper.

You knelt back down to him.

"Matt you are bleeding out. You need help!" You insisted.

"Don't..." He mumbled, his hand around your wrist becoming limp as he faded out of consciousness.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You hissed, rushing to his kitchen to search for some rags or towels.

It wouldn't have mattered if you had called 911. He was quickly bleeding out. They wouldn't have made it in time. It was up to you to stop the bleeding and keep him alive.

You were by no means a paramedic or doctor, but you had taken a first aid class back in highschool, and knew the first thing that needed to be done was to slow the bleeding. You grabbed a handful of rags from a drawer and sprinted back over to him. Time was running out and you had to work fast.

The bloodiest wound was on his chest, so you started there. Grabbing a fistful of rags, you began to place heavy pressure on the wound.

The next deepest wound was on his thigh. So, not taking the pressure off his chest wound, with your other hand you grabbed another rag. This specific injury needed a tourniquet, so you tied it as tight as possible, the appropriate distance above it.

It was sloppy, but you hoped it would be enough to slow the bleeding at least a little.

The final deep wound was on his side, so you repeated what you were doing with his chest, and used the rag to apply pressure. You continued to do this for a few minutes, praying that he wouldn't go into shock.

To your relief, his breathing became stable, and the blood loss slowed. You finally had the chance to process your thoughts.

You had just saved a man from dying. That's what you did know. A man you had despised was now completely at your mercy. Your petty hatred for him meant nothing now. You also knew that he was more than a simple lawyer.

You softly pulled the black mask he had held from his hands, taking a second to examine it. This was the mask that The Devil of Hell's Kitchen wore. The very same Devil that was all over news headlines.

Your heart began to race once more, as if it wasn't already. The fear of having a heart attack crept into your thoughts.

Here you were, trapped in a room with the Devil himself, fearing that you would have a stroke. It was madness. Your mind was spinning. Matt Murdock was the Devil of Hell's Kitchen. Is he even a lawyer? Is he even blind? How does a blind man fight?

You shut your eyes and began to take deep breaths in a desperate attempt to calm yourself down. Despite your fear, you couldn't let him die. You knew your next step was to stitch the wounds up now that the bleeding had slowed enough.

Rushing back into his kitchen, you looked desperately for thread and a needle, and a wet rag to clean up some of the blood. Luckily, Matt kept things easy to reach. There was thread and a handful of needles in a drawer. You snatched both of them up and grabbed a rag to rinse under some cold water.

You also had to get his shirt off, and that was going to be a challenge in itself. You thought for a moment, before grabbing a pair of scissors from the edge of the counter and rushing back to the living room.

When you reached his limp body, you listened to his breathing once again. It was still stable, but you didn't know how much longer that would be. One wrong move and he would start bleeding again.

Setting the stuff down, you took off your sweatshirt, placing it softly under his head so that he was at an angle. Taking the scissors, you cut his tight shirt straight down the middle, exposing his toned and bloody chest and torso.

It took you about twenty minutes to stitch all the major wounds up and clean some of the blood off. You were dabbing blood off of a cut on his lip when he jolted awake, scaring the living daylights out of you.

He struggled for a moment, before he realized it was you there.

"I wouldn't suggest moving so much. I spent a long time stitching those wounds up and you are all out of thread. If you reopen them, I can't help you," You said softly, trying to hide the emotion lacing your voice.

He breathed heavily, his eyes fluttering closed.

"Wha... What are you doing here? How did you get in?" He struggled to say.

"I heard a loud noise from your apartment. Against my better judgement, I came to see if you were okay. I picked the lock with a bobby pin. I've spent the last thirty minutes saving your life and stitching you up..." You explained, leaning against his couch as he situated himself on his forearms.

"I-... Thank you, Y/N. I don't know what to say..."

"How about you start at the part where you are the goddamned Devil of Hell's Kitchen. The one that everyone is calling a terrorist. Is that how you got fucked up in the first place? You were slaughtering some more cops or something?" You accused. Your voice was sharp with anger and fear.

"Damn It... Look, I can explain..." He began.

"Explain what. That you're a monster? That you were responsible for those bombings? Jesus Christ... I just saved a goddamned terrorist's life..." You muttered shakily, pinching the bridge of your nose.

"Y/N I'm not a terrorist..." Matt began cooly, "Although I can understand why you would think that. I was framed by the people truly responsible. I was... at the wrong place at the wrong time... Powerful people are behind all of this, not me."

You scoffed.

"Listen... I-I know we haven't always been on the best terms with each other, but I beg you to believe me. I am not responsible for any of that. I was trying to stop it from happening..."

"And that's how you got all banged up..." You said, expressionless.

"Yes..."

You stood up and began pacing around nervously.

"This is fucking insane Matt. You are a blind lawyer. You have no business running around, meddling in crime shit that's out of your hands. That's how you get yourself and others killed, as you were so close to learning tonight..." You exhaled.

"I'm trying to help people..."

You sighed and sat back down on the floor.

"I honestly don't even know why I care so much. I don't like you Matt Murdock, and this may be the caffeine talking, but I don't want you to get yourself killed... You ever stop to think that you are a lawyer? And you can help people through the law instead of going around punching things?"

Matt sighed and touched one of his stitched up wounds gently, wincing. You eye him carefully.

"I try to do both..."

You take a deep breath and let it out slowly, a few moments of silence passing.

"So you want to explain to me how a blind man gets himself caught in fights?" You blurt after a few moments of silence.

Matt chuckles.

"It's a long story..."

So you spend the rest of the night curled up on the floor of Matt's apartment, listening to him talk all about his secret double life and the people he is up against. He doesn't give you many details in an effort to protect you, but you definitely had some digging on your own to do. He also made you swear to not say a word to anyone, just like you made him swear to not get himself inches away from death again.

Since you were one of the only ones to know his secret, Matt began to turn to for solace. The two of you began to spend more time together, and you even become accustomed to Foggy and Karen, Matt's closest friends prior to you. After a while, you even absent mindedly start to crave his company more and more. After the night spent together where you saved his life and he confided in you, any petty conflict from the past faded away.

One particular night, you especially wanted to see him. You were sleep deprived due to the endless amount of work you had piling up, and you couldn't get your mind off of Matt.

You sheepishly walked to his apartment. He had given you a spare key, in the case that there was a repeat of what happened that one night and he needed your assistance. He also showed you where everything was an stocked up on medical supplies and snacks that you liked, just in case.

You opened the door quietly, knowing he would hear you come in. He was sitting on his couch, shirtless, drinking some type of alcohol.

You tiptoed over to him and plopped yourself right onto the couch, getting under the blanket he was using.

"Couldn't sleep?" He guessed.

"When do I?" You replied.

He chuckled quietly.

There was a comfortable silence between you as he leaned his head back on the couch and you listened to the sounds of traffic outside of the apartment. You enjoyed each other's company, even if you were just sitting in silence.

Matt's leg brushed up against yours, and your heart began to race slightly. Your face began to redden as you knew he could hear it. Hell, you could hear it too without any fancy hearing powers.

You hated the fact that he made you react like that. Even subtle touches made you crazy. He knew that by now, yet he had never said anything, so you assumed he did it out of lack of interest or to spare you some embarrassment.

"Why does that happen?" He questioned, breaking the silence.

"Huh?" You asked, although you knew what he was asking.

"Your uh... heartbeat. Everytime we make contact, your heart races. Is something wrong?" He asked. You could FEEL the teasing in his tone. He knew exactly what he was doing.

You gulped nervously and cleared your throat, the air quickly filling with tension.

"God no! Nothing's wrong! I just- Uh I just..." You stammered, feeling your face get redder as you continued to embarrass yourself.

Matt smirked slightly, relishing the continued unravelment of your composure.

"Use your words. I can't read your mind," he teased, his voice filled with a sort of stern mischief.

Your voiced failed you as you attempted to speak, instead being met with an even quicker heart-rate. He raised an eyebrow at you in question and gave you the opportunity to speak once more even though nothing really had to be said. Your unsteady breaths and pounding heartbeat told him everything he wanted to know, but he just wanted to hear you say the words.

He'd been waiting so long for this opportunity, watching how you interacted with him for weeks now with impatience He would never admit it to you, but he was practically desperate for you to speak so he didn't have to. Besides the obvious lust, he also felt soft towards you. Safer, calmer. You were his peace in the storm that was Hell's Kitchen; his break from the double life he lead on a daily basis. Even though HE was the vigilante, you were his protection in your own way. You kept him from many sad and lonely nights, and he adored you.

You shook your head softly, not taking your eyes off the floor and mumbling something incoherently, too embarrassed to look at him directly.

Matt smirked and leaned in closer to you.

"What was that?" he asked in a teasing tone.

His breath blew against your ear and you shivered slightly. His hand rested on your thigh and he placed one finger below your chin, tilting your face up slightly to align with his lips.

"Say it..."

After a long moment your lips parted and you whispered, barely audible;

"Matt... I want you..."

That was all he needed to hear.

He pressed forward swiftly, kissing you firmly and pushing you down onto the sofa. The action slid your shirt slightly up your torso, exposing the bare skin to the air. His fingers trailed lightly over your waist and you melted into him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and moaned when his mouth moved to the side of your throat, nipping at it gently.

"Now, was that so hard?" He murmured in a breathy tone against your neck, speaking to himself just as much as he was speaking to you.

His hands wandered upwards slowly and unhurriedly as he worked against your jaw, slipping beneath your top and sliding across your stomach. Your back arched instinctively in response. Your breathing became shallow, and Matt was almost sure you had completely lost yourself to him. He didn't need to see you in order to tell just how much of a flustered mess you were already.

You let out a quiet sigh as Matt's one hand pinned your arms above you, ans the other travelled under your shirt, upwards further and further up until he reached your bra strap. With one hand, he undid the clasp and slowly pulled it out from your shirt, throwing it carelessly to the floor.

The sudden release of pressure from your upper body and the removal of a restricting barrier made you groan again loudly, your hips bucking in appreciation. Matt couldn't help but smile slightly, knowing exactly what he could do to elicit such sounds from you.

His mouth met yours once more and he began to palm at your breast with his free hand.

You gasped quietly into his mouth.

"You don't know how long I have wanted to do this with you..." Matt murmured against your lips before kissing them again.

This sent sparks inside of you. Not because of the pleasure, (although that was an entirely different fire), but because of the sudden reassurance that he wanted you just as badly, if not more.

It was a new and tantalizing sensation, both pleasurable and frightening; to know someone cared enough about you to want to take their time with you. That thought alone gave you confidence and sent another burst of heat straight to your core.

Matt pulled away from your mouth for just a second to press a kiss to your collar bone, before trailing kisses up to your earlobe.

"Tell me when to stop..." he whispered huskily into your ear as his mouth travelled across the base of your neck, his hand ever so slowly starting to drift down your exposed stomach, trailing shapes gently as he went.

"Never..."

You could barely breathe, barely think of anything besides how good it felt to finally have him against you, how good he smelled, and how damn sexy he looked in the dim lighting with his disheveled dark hair and his eyes closed as he breathed heavily. You could feel your chest rising and falling rapidly at the anticipation of waiting for him to touch you.

Matt seemed content for the moment to simply tease you like this, which gave you the impatient push you required to move your hips towards his hand.

He paused momentarily, a smirk playing at his lips as he listened to your ragged breathing

Teasingly slow, he lowered his hand to the hem of your pants, lightly sliding his fingers underneath the waistband.

"Matt-" you whimpered impatiently.

"Shh, needy girl," he whispered softly. "We've got all night."

Truthfully, it was getting harder to contain himself, but this might be the only chance he would have to take this much time with you and every staggered heartbeat or impatient exhale was enough to keep him satisfied with the teasing. He could feel how desperate you were getting. He loved it.

Slowly, he pushed the waistband of your pants past your hips and down your thighs, allowing them to slip over your knees and feet, and he through them the same way he did your bra. Now in nothing but underwear and a large t-shirt, you began to feel a little self conscious about being the only one so exposed. Matt noticed.

"Everything alright sweetheart? Do you want me to stop?" He questioned lovingly.

"God no, I just... Don't you think it's a little unfair that I'm the only one losing my clothes?" You said playfully.

A small smirk played at his lips as he replied, "Fair enough." He kissed your cheek before lifting himself up and sliding off his shirt, exposing his toned torso covered in bruises and scars, both healed and fresh. If you didn't know who Matt truly was, this would have scared you, but instead this made you even more excited.

You ran your fingers over his abs as he adjusted himself over you once more, lifting your hips slightly with one hand. With that same hand, he ran his fingers over your core, still covered by slick panties.

He took a moment to admire how beautifully aroused you were. You were clearly trying to calm your nerves but every single part of you was strung tight, screaming for him.

Your legs unknowingly trembled slightly beneath him. He could feel it. God he loved those little mannerisms you did. He leaned in to whisper in your ear, his hot breath sending a chill through your body.

"So wet... I could keep you like this forever..." he murmured lowly, pressing a light kiss against your ear and feeling you shiver with desire.

Suddenly your back arched, giving him perfect access to your sensitive area and he wasted no time moving his hand under your panties. Your head fell backwards as he hit the one spot you had been aching to be touched.

"God- Fuck Matt!" You gasped as your body twitched from the contact.

He smiled smugly at you, pleased with himself for making you unravel so easily.

You covered your mouth in an attempt to stifle your moans. He used his other hand to tear yours away.

"No. I want to hear you. Come on, let it all out for me sweetheart," he teased.

You whimpered slightly and nodded eagerly.

"Matt- Please just keep touching me... Please..." Your voice was pleading and begging and your body was pleading too. It was too much for him to handle. He didn't know how you managed to make him even harder but you did. Any ounce of self control he had was starting to slip away with each moan that left your body.

He wanted to keep touching you forever.

His cock ached for you, his heart ached for you, and every inch of his body burned for your touch. This wasn't just lust anymore -it was desperation. The two emotions collided with one another and created a powerful explosion within him. And there he sat, listening to you as you writhed beneath him in absolute ecstasy.

Every time you moaned he bit down hard on his lip in order to restrain himself from letting go and finally fucking you.

His own needs were threatening to overwhelm him, but he ignored them in favour of feeling you come undone before him.

The speed of his fingers circling increased and you began to feel an intense sensation fill your core.

You couldn't hold back any longer and your body tensed immediately. Your head rolled back onto the couch and your back arched, crying out loudly in satisfaction.

Matt continued to move his fingers slowly over your throbbing clit, causing you to gasp for air and your legs to shake violently. His name fell from your lips in gasps and moans as wave after wave of bliss washed over you.

He stopped his movements and listened to you intently for a few minutes, enjoying the beautiful sounds that came out of your mouth while you climaxed.

Your skin glistened and shone with sweat and he wished now more than ever he could SEE just how much of a mess you were for him.

When your orgasm subsided you looked up at Matt, your fingers sliding down his stomach and tugging on the edge of his joggers.

"Matt." You panted, your pupils blown wide and your entire face flushed pink. "Please...I need you to fuck me now..."

Any restraint he was previously upholding was now entirely gone.

Matt didn't waste a minute as he pulled down and removed his own pants, adding to the pile of clothes on his floor. Once his boxers were off and discarded he crawled back over you, his hands eager to touch any part of you.

Matt climbs over you, distracting you with a searing kiss as he rubs the head of his cock through your folds. You groan, face scrunching when he pushes the tip past your entrance. 

"Just relax sweetheart. Let yourself adjust..." He says carefully, taking his sweet time to enter all of you as slowly as possible. It's a little uncomfortable at first, but Matt's gentleness allows for you to untense your body. He moves in and out delicately at first, FINALLY getting to savor the feeling of those first few strokes.

After awhile, you become accustomed to having the full length of him inside you and you quickly begin to feel his pace speed up as he grows more confident, the sound of his heavy breathing and grunting mixing with the noises of pleasure coming from your throat.

Then suddenly, Matt is slamming forward in hard desperate thrusts, his hands gripping the armrest behind your head as he let's out uneven breaths and grunts.

Each thrust sends shocks of pure electricity shooting throughout your body, making your whole body twitch around him like an eager cat. He's completely lost to the sensations, his mind lost to the world, the only thing he knows is that right now he NEEDS you exactly how you are.

"Fuck- I'm gonna-"

Within seconds Matt's climax was building steadily and his fingers dug into the fabric of the sofa as he let his orgasm consume him. You couldn't help the loud cries erupting from your throat as you followed soon after. Both of your bodies shook in unison and you knew that this was probably the most intense release either of you had ever experienced. Matt collapsed on top of you, burying his nose into your neck as he tried desperately to regain his breath.

"Y/N" he groaned against your neck.

You grunted in response as you ran your fingers through his hair.

"Y/N," He began, sitting up, "That was... You are..."

"Use your words. I can't read your mind." You mocked teasingly.

He smirked and shook his head playfully.

"You are... Perfect..."