#murderdock not smiling :(

[pandadrake]

Trying to remind myself I know how to draw by drawing unpopular dickhole character lol

I never thought I'd be doing a superhero comic panel redraw using Oldboy (2003) suicide frame as reference, but here we are.

(If you're not squeamish (understatement) and you haven't watched Oldboy, watch Oldboy. It stylistically inspired so many movies/shows including all the Marvel stuff y'all watch. After watching it again, I'm convinced the show-runners taking inspiration from the famous corridor fight is why a lot of the fight scenes in the Daredevil TV show are Matt getting gassed after 10 minutes then spending the rest of the fight trying not to die lmao.)

I had the hardest time figuring out this guy's face shape. It's not even a particularly difficult shape. I think the deal is that Robbi Rodriguez has a very dynamic and fluid art style (and I do not) and I cannot interpret it for my life.

[dyns33]

Flufftober 2024 - 28 Murderdock

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

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

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

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

Like Matthew Murdock for example.

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

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

"Against me ? I don't understand."

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

"What ?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh. Hello Mr. Murdock."

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

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

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

"I… Friends, Mr. Murdock ?"

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

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

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| No Show ||

Female reader x Matt Murderdock x Elektra

Tags/warnings: threesome, oral sex (female rec), p in v unprotected sex. E 18+

A/n: I've been hoarding this for a long while and finally finished it off. This is what everyone wants, right? 😉

As you down the dregs of your second drink and were considering ordering a third, you finally admit to yourself that you'd been stood up. You checked your phone yet again, the battery draining fast from the amount of times you'd unlocked it and refreshed for notifications just in case. It was even more frustrating that you'd been ghosted as this guy had actually seemed like he was really nice. Well shit, turns out they're all the fucking same.

You raise your head, about to stand up and get the bartender's attention but as you look up a woman was there, right in front of your table, smiling at you. She's very beautiful, with poker straight dark chocolate coloured hair, a deep red dress that skims her curves with a pair of killer heels to match, and dark eyes that draw you in.

"Um, can I help you?" You ask politely.

She smiles again. "If your date hasn't been ambushed by ninjas on his way here, he's not worth it darling." She turns to the bar. "Another round, and whatever the lady wants, bring it to our table."

She has an accent, from somewhere in Europe you guessed. And she smells amazing. You watch her tip the bartender generously before she turns back to you.

"Come join us. I know it's no fun drinking alone. My name is Elektra, and he," she gestured to the low table in the far corner of the restaurant. "is Matthew."

You look over to where your eyes had been subconsciously flitting most of the night. You supposed it couldn't be helped, they were an attractive couple, and the woman, Elektra, had briefly caught your eye when she saw you looking over earlier. The man you already knew was Matt Murdock, the Kingpin, one of the most powerful men in the city. He was famous, handsome, and extremely dangerous. And you were let-down, bored and had nothing to lose.

Despite his blindness, he throws you a grin as Elektra walks you over to their table, you offer your hand and are both taken aback and charmed as he brings it to his lips, kissing the back of it with a softness you didn't expect.

"Who's this you've brought me 'lektra? A new friend?"

You could feel the power almost rolling off him at this close distance, he was sharply dressed in an expensive tailored suit that probably cost your salary, and it perfectly matched the colour of Elektra's dress. His tie was loosened slightly around his neck with the top button of his dark plum silk shirt undone, his eyes hidden behind a pair of deep red oval glasses and red hair slightly ruffled as if someone had just run their fingers through it. It was in no way an exaggeration to say he had devilish good looks.

You introduced yourself to both of them and Elektra beckoned you to sit next to her.

"She had a very undeserving date." She explained, bringing colour to your cheeks as you shyly sipped on your cocktail. "I thought we would could show her a good time and perhaps make it up to her."

"Oh my, of course," Matthew purrs, "men are such assholes, aren't they?"

Elektra cackles and you soon join her, agreeing and clinking glasses and falling into easy conversation with these two utterly entrancing people who, currently unbeknownst to you, were going to show you the best night of your life.

A couple of hours had passed, along with a few more drinks. Elektra fed you canapés and you were laughing more and more as it seemed to bring the most gorgeous smile to Matthew's lips, and somehow you found yourself eager to please him. When you turn to look over the room you realised some of the patrons were looking right back.

"Oh, people are looking…" you whispered, trying to sink down and hide in your drink.

Matt chuckles. "Yes, staring at us. Jealousy is such a terrible thing. Do you perhaps want to go somewhere a little more private, sweetheart?"

You looked between them, unsure, your heart suddenly racing at the potential meaning in the question, as well as the added endearment.

"I-I…" your liquid courage had faded slightly but the soft warm touch of Elektra's hand over yours relaxed you more than you'd have thought as Matt continued.

"No pressure at all angelface, but I do have a nice little room upstairs."

Elektra leans in, "He means a penthouse. He owns this entire building."

You can't help but gawp slightly, this was no cheap diner you were sitting in. "You own this place? Do you live here?"

Elektra smiles and Matthew shrugs like it's nothing. "Some of the time. He flicks a stray lock of hair out of his eyes. "Would you like to see? Like I said, no pressure, but we'd both love if you would join us."

You turn the proposition over in your mind - they were two of the most gorgeous people you had spent time with, they even smelled amazing, and they only seemed to want to show you a good time. Your eyes absently follow Elektra's slender fingers to Matt's thigh where she strokes and squeezes. He leans over to her and whispers something that makes her lips split in a grin showing nearly all of her beautiful white teeth.

You finish your drink, licking your lips and picking up your purse, your mind suddenly very firmly made up.

"Show me then."

The ride in the private elevator up to the penthouse is something else. Elektra took your hand in hers, leading you out of the restaurant as Matt was leaving a very generous tip before catching you up. You're all smiles and giggles as Matt presses his key against the lock of the lift and Elektra pulls you inside.

"You're such a pretty one," she was like a big cat that has you pinned and ready to devour as soon as the door slid closed, and you blush again as she strokes the side of your face, so very close to you you can feel her breath. "whoever the jerk was that stood you up should be cursing himself right now…"

Her fingers slide under your chin, her thumb resting lightly on your lower lip leaving you dumbfounded as her sultry gaze meets your eyes.

"May I?" She asks, and you're only half certain of what she's asking permission for but you nod quickly, murmuring a soft yes that melts into a moan as her mouth meets your own. She moves her lips against yours so delicately, like she knows you may never have kissed a woman before. She tastes as good as she looks, her scent and the sensation of her warm wet tongue on yours making your body heat up infinitely, and your hands automatically reach for her then halt, unsure of what's allowed.

As if he can hear your thoughts, Matthew answers from behind you. "Touch her, go on."

Your tentative fingers curl gently around the back of her long elegant neck holding her as she deepens the kiss, while your other hand grazes up the outside of her thigh where the split in her dress reveals her smooth bare skin. Her own hands continue to snake through your hair and curl around your waist, holding you closer so you can feel her warmth, feel the soft press of her breasts against your own.

You gasp, leaning against the wall of the elevator and tilting your head back as Elektra trails more kisses under your jaw and down the side of your neck to your decolletage.

Your eyes close and you feel Matthew beside you. "She's good isn't she, doll?"

You moan in agreement as Elektra fondles your breasts through your black strappy dress, teasing your hardened nipples with her fingers, teeth and tongue. You were already aroused at the bar, and you squeeze your thighs together, feeling yourself getting wetter with every passing second, still wondering if this is all a dream.

Then the elevator pings, signaling that you've reached the top floor and the doors open to reveal a tastefully extravagant penthouse apartment before you.

"Oh, here we are!" She says teasingly, grabbing your hand again and Matt's, leading you both to the bedroom. It's the biggest bed you've ever seen and you wouldn't be surprised to learn if it's had many more people than three in it.

Matt's hand sneaks around your waist and you hold your breath as his lips brush your shoulder. "Can I get you anything sweetie?"

Your eyes are drawn to his plump lips as he runs his wicked tongue over to wet them.

"I… no, thank you Mr Murdock."

His grin is dark and delicious. "'Mr Murdock'. Mm, I like that…"

He leaves you temporarily alone with Elektra as he goes to the bar to fix a drink. She guides you to the edge of the bed, her deep brown eyes roving over your form as she raises her hand to your shoulder, pulling the strap to one side, and you shrug off the other, letting your dress to puddle on the floor leaving you in black lacy panties. You reach for her again, your fingers trailing up her arms and leaning in closer as you kiss for a second time. She breaks it off gently to turn around, raising her hair up so you can access the zip of her dress.

"Would you please?"

You oblige of course, taking your time drawing it down, kissing her neck and her shoulders as she did for you, down between her shoulder blades and down her spine to her lower back where you kneel as she pushes the remaining fabric off over her bare hips. She hadn't been wearing any underwear all evening.

She turns again and your face is right in front of her neatly trimmed mound. She looks down at you and smiles, beckoning you to your feet and then guiding you to kneel on the bed, following you and slotting her thighs between your own. You want to kiss her again and she welcomes it, her hands moving yours to her breasts as she encourages you to explore. She's so very firm yet yielding, her entire body is sculpted so athletically but you marvel at her softness, desperate to feel and perhaps taste all of her.

A whimper escapes your throat when you feel her soft touch between your thighs, her fingers stroking lightly over your panties, teasing you through the fabric.

You moan into her mouth, your tongue lapping softly against hers when she slips her hand inside to touch your slick cunt.

"Mmm, so nice and wet darling, good girl." She purrs and you feel your pussy throb and ache at her praise.

"Does she like it?" You hear Matthew ask as Elektra slowly starts rubbing right over your clit then slides two of her fingers down between your soaking folds, gently pushing them up inside you.

"Oh yes, fuck… yes!" You cry out, whining at the sudden loss when she withdraws, licking your juices from them.

"Mm, I'd say so." You can hear her smile.

"It's okay angel, lie down." Matt is at the foot of the bed, now his tie is gone and shirt is undone you can see just how incredibly ripped his body is. Your eyes cast downward to the rather large bulge in his slacks and you can't help how your body automatically clenches around nothing as you fantasize about him fucking you.

"I think she sees something she likes…" Elektra notes and you turn to look at her hungrily.

"I do, oh I do, but I want to… can I taste you first?" You ask her tentatively.

"Oh my darling, of course…" she carefully moves over you, hovering over your face, her gorgeous pussy on display for you. You quickly wrap your arms around her thighs and pull her down onto your mouth, reveling in the sensual sound she makes as your tongue licks a slow, wide stripe right up the middle of her. You discover you love her taste, musky but sweet, and you lap up as much of it as you can, swirling your tongue around and suckling on her swollen clit just the way that you would like, keen to find out if she does too.

You jerk as you feel warm hands on your hips, fingers hooking around the waistband of your panties and pulling them slowly down your legs. The bed dips slightly as you feel him, the kingpin, hitch your legs up and spread them gently apart. You moan deeply into Elektra's pussy as the warm whisper of his breath fans over your own exposed core.

"Forgive me, I just had this overwhelming urge to make you come on my mouth. Can I taste you, beautiful?" Matt asks so sweetly you could never say no, but you feel like he would stop right away if you ever did. You hear him as he takes a deep inhale and groans.

"You smell so delicious, little dove,"

You whimper again, still licking and fucking the beautiful woman above you with your tongue as you feel Matt swipe his thumb through your arousal, spreading it over your sensitive bud before he puts his mouth on you.

Your whole body feels alight. Turned on beyond belief, you encourage Elektra to grind onto your mouth as Matthew's extremely talented tongue works on taking you ever closer to coming apart. When he slides two of his fingers inside you briefly think of a shitty joke about blind men and g-spots before he finds yours with apparently zero effort, making you moan loud and buck your hips uncontrollably. He seems to know exactly what you like as if he's reading your body like Braille, you swear you can feel him smugly grinning against your cunt before he draws away for a second to speak.

"Think you can make her cum when I make you cum?"

"Oh she can Matthew, I know she can." Elektra answers breathlessly for you while you double down, trying your best to keep the rhythm that she likes while Matt fucks you with his fingers just the way you need. You feel your orgasm zeroing in, and you hold her fast to you as you start to shake. He latches onto your clit, flicking the tip and flat of his tongue over and over.

"Yes, just like that sweetheart, that's a good girl…"

And you don't know how but he makes you squirt as you come for the first time, gushing hard over his hand as he pumps his fingers inside you until you can't take any more. Your loud shuddering moans mingle with Elektra's as she throws her head back and you feel her twitching around you as she keeps grinding her wet pussy into your lips and tongue as she reaches her peak too.

You let her ride her pleasure out and she carefully dismounts lying on the bed beside you, turning onto her side to kiss her essence from your mouth as you both pant and gasp from the aftershocks of your orgasms.

"Fuck. I- I've never done any of that before!" You laugh with a warm feeling of relief, your body relaxing like goo into the mattress and they both smile, Matt making you giggle with the soft kisses he's trailing along your inner thighs.

"You are so good for us darling, so, so good." Elektra sighs with pleasure, and you shimmy further back onto the bed, propping yourself up on some pillows as you watch Matt stand and take off his pants and tented silk boxers in one smooth motion. His cock is impressive to say the least, springing up from between his thick thighs to smack against the tempting landscape of well defined abdominal muscles. You can't help but stare as he strokes himself with his hand as if he's putting on a show just for you.

"Tell me you're not glad your date stood you up." Elektra asks, grinning at you wickedly and you're almost surprised you're not drooling.

"So incredibly glad…' you reply, watching as Murdock teases his thumb over the head of his cock.

"Would you like to ride him, pretty girl?" She gestures to Matt as you watch him prowl onto the bed and settle down on his back beside you. "He's very good…" she adds.

You're practically eating him with your eyes. "Please… yes, god, yes please-" the words tumble out of your mouth and you try your best to hold yourself together as he guides you closer, his hands smoothing over your hips as you steady yourself on all fours above him.

Delicate fingertips dance across the skin of your back, your ass and around to your inner thighs making you let out a breath you'd been holding as he cups his hand over your pussy and pulls you down with the other behind your neck to his lips.

He tastes of you at first, but it melts away and lets you become addicted to the deeper, more delicious essence that's just so him. You may be on top but he's entirely in control, his hand slipping around under your jaw to your throat and holding you there as he licks his tongue against yours making you moan with pure want. He teases you, sliding his fingers between your folds through your wetness and leaving you needy as he takes his hand away to spread it over his cock. The action makes you clench and the corner of his mouth pulls up as if he can sense it.

"I think you're ready for me, aren't you sweetheart?"

You let out the breath you were holding, and your affirmation comes out as more of a moan than words.

He smiles, holding himself in hand, teasing you, running the head of his hard cock through your slick needy cunt so painfully slowly you want to beg him to hurry up and just ram you with it. But oh, the anticipation when he's lined up, just before he eases you down onto him creates a sizzling heat that spreads like a wildfire through your body, when you finally sink onto him and he fills you full.

"Mm angel, you feel so. fucking. good!"

His voice deepens to almost-purr, and you close your eyes, let him guide your hips with his hands, let him push a river of nonsensical euphoric words and whimpers from your lips as you begin to ride him.

"This okay for you, kitten?" He inquires with a grin.

You almost splutter out a laugh at the innocence in his question as he's fucking you into oblivion, but you're too lost in the sensation, too cock dumb to form any actual words so you just moan and nod hoping he can feel it.

Elektra's arms embrace you from behind, guiding you to sit up on your knees. Her hands cup your breasts and your head falls back against her shoulder as she teases and pinches your peaked nipples, connecting a fiery jolt of pleasure right to your core. Her body is molded perfectly to yours, moving with you as you rise and fall, her hand snaking down to your hip, her fingers interlocking with Matt's on your heated skin while the other slides slowly down your stomach and between your legs. She touches you again, drawing firm tight circles around your throbbing clit in time with Matthew's hips as they snap powerfully, relentlessly upward.

"Oh sweet girl, I can feel you getting closer…"

A moan escapes from your parted lips, they're driving you hard and fast to a mind blowing crescendo…

"C'mon beautiful, let go for me. Let me feel you come."

It's impossible to deny him or Elektra, crying out with pleasure as you reach your peak, watching in amazement as the Kingpin of Hell's Kitchen follows you into ecstasy as your pussy clenches repeatedly around his cock. He moans so beautifully, bucking up into you as your body milks him for all he's worth. Elektra is pushing you just that little bit farther until you're on the edge of yet another orgasm.

"Such a good girl for us…" her silky voice soothes into your ear until you're coming yet again, shuddering with overstimulation and begging her to stop. With aching thighs you carefully dismount from Matt's softening cock. He immediately pulls you close, kissing your forehead, Elektra curls her arms around you too bracketing you between them both and nuzzling into your nape. A contented sigh leaves your lips

The next morning once you're washed and treated to an incredible breakfast, it's finally time to leave this unbelievable bubble of sin that you'd been swept up into. You linger by the elevator door, Matthew has already called you a car at your request.

You suddenly find yourself blushing as it's time to go, even after everything you've done together.

"Thank you, um… for last night. I'm thinking I should let myself get stood up more often."

Both Matt and Elektra grin before kissing you on the cheek.

"if you give me that asshole's name and number, I'd like to teach him a little lesson in how to respect a lady... and, anytime you'd like to play, sweetheart," Matt says, producing a sleek business card seemingly from out of nowhere, "just call."

[pomegranate-belle]

not sure if earth-65 counts for daredevil bingo, but i would love a child soldiers fic with murderdock (and possibly gwen)! anger born of worry could also be really fun.

Ooh... Murderdock with Anger Born Of Worry really spoke to me :3

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“What the hell was that.”

Gwen, who was in the middle of getting sewn up by an expressionless Otomo, did not have the patience to respond politely.

“I think the words you’re looking for are ‘thanks for saving my life, Gwen’,” she snarled. “And you’re welcome, you bastard.”

“The words I’m looking for are too NC-17 for your teenage ears,” Murdock sneered right back. “I told you to leave.”

Gwen rolled her eyes.

“Oh, was that an order? I thought it was a friendly suggestion.” The pinch of the needle intensified. “Ow!”

Otomo’s eyes flicked up to Gwen.

“I’ll be more careful,” he told her neutrally enough that she was pretty sure he was pissed off too.

Well, of course he was. God forbid she disobey orders, even if they were stupid. Otomo was all about that respecting your superiors crap. That just annoyed Gwen more, though. She’d saved Murdock! They should both be grateful to her! It was just her luck that being a big damn hero only got her scolded like a kid who’d broken curfew. She sat through the remaining five stitches, silent but simmering with resentment.

Once Otomo had finished bandaging her side and stepped away, the hem of Gwen's borrowed shirt fell back down to cover the injury. Like it wasn't even there. The steady flare of pain was pretty good proof that it was, though.

“You’re the one who wants me to fight all the time, but now you’re mad because I did?” she muttered. “How is that fair?”

“I trained you to fight! I didn’t train you to risk your life like an idiot!”

Gwen threw her hands up, then cringed as the movement tugged on her stitches.

“I’m not like you! Trying to save people is what I do! Was I just supposed to leave you to die?”

“Yes!”

That stopped Gwen cold. She swallowed.

“I, what?”

That. That didn’t make any sense. Murdock was a self-serving asshole. But. In what world did him dying serve his own interests? Unless it was just irritation about having to be saved. That, she’d believe.

Murdock took three stomping steps away from her, towards the wall of windows looking out over the city. For a moment she wondered about those windows — what could he sense out of them? Anything? Or did he just have to imagine the city buzzing below? She shook those thoughts off quickly, determined to hold on to her indignation.

“Seriously? You’d rather die than get saved by me? That’s how easily damaged your pride is?”

“You were hurt!” Murdock snapped, whirling around to face her. “You’re my apprentice, Gwendolyn — my charge. And I failed to keep you safe.”

The vicious smile dropped from Gwen’s face. Off to the side, Otomo’s expression was tight and dark in a way that reminded Gwen of her dad — the pain, the guilt in his eyes when she first took off her mask.

That was…

They were worried. They were mad at her because they were worried about her. And she’d just been blowing them off like a jerk. Her neck and ears burned with shame.

“I didn’t…” Gwen sighed, looked away. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t do it again,” Otomo said. “Perhaps this is one lesson you can manage to learn the first time.”

“You—”

“No training for two weeks,” Murdock interrupted. “And you won’t be going out as Spider-Woman either. Otomo, please drive Gwendolyn home and ensure Captain Stacy is made aware of these restrictions.”

And then, like a dismissal, he turned to face the windows again. Gwen watched him as she was herded out the door. He looked powerful towering over the city; imposing, unmovable.

How quickly would he break apart though, she wondered, if she ever told him she’d taken that blow because cared about him too? The door closed between them, and Gwen kept those sentiments tucked behind her tongue.

[thwipsthrown]

Gwen portals onto the roof of Matt's apartment like she's used to it -- and to be fair, she is. She'd told him that she'd wanted to move here full time, that she's more than willing to leave her universe behind. Maybe take that next step and integrate fully, borrowing his last name in a bit.

She's been really busy the last few weeks trying to get everything settled back on Earth-65 so that she can rest easier leaving them behind. Murderdock is behind bars, Cindy Moon and the Rhino with him. She'd done her own time, and her dad was recovering. Convincing him to move too was slower going, especially because he was still wary about the idea of her boyfriend being an alternate version of Murderdock, but once they finally met Gwen was sure they'd be fine.

But texting Matt all day -- her Matt, the good one -- and knowing that he had a surprise for her was a special kind of hell. She'd never been good with the anticipation, impatience often ruining things early, making her eager to find the truth and frankly kind of bitchy to the band when they'd popped by after dinner.

She'd have to apologize for it later. Right now, she's smiling to herself as she climbs in though the skylight he'd taken to leaving unlocked for her, and calls out, "Baby, I'm home!"

@blindbastard // plotted starter

[lapseinrecs]

You Always Kill My (Sugar) High

By 94BottlesOfSnapple @pomegranate-belle, neonbrutalism

On Archive of Our Own (account required)

Status: Complete; Oneshot; 7,116 words

Summary: “Dad hates your guts,” Gwen admitted. “But you did make a promise to keep me safe. And he knows you’re not gonna break it, or else your word means nothing and all the mob guys will stop listening to you. Plus letting me and my friends get hurt would mean losing, and you hate losing.” That was the gist of it, anyway, as far as Gwen understood. The twitch in Murdock’s jaw told her she was right on the money and he was pissed about it. Score. “Oh, my dear...” His smile went deadly and sharp. “I’m going to make you regret this.” --- The Mary Janes need a chaperone for trick or treating, and Gwen decides Murderdock is the man for the job.

My thoughts: Murderdock (lmao I keep accidentally writing Murderdick) is a good?? mentor?? for a given sense of the word?? Also Gwen being like he's weird about positive interactions is v funny and v sad at the same time. He's so funny though, like what logic is this, he doesn't have to do this, but no, actually I'm doing this to torture you in a very petty way.

[murdockmeta]

I think Murderdock has genetic chimerism and that’s what happened to Earth-65 Mike

This is a valid HC and honestly would make sense. I actually like the idea and the purpose it serves thematically. Cause e616 Mike and Murderdock are very similar. They both serve as a foil to e616 Matt, so of course they're gonna be similar, right? The only real difference is that Mike is a good person and Murderdock isnt.

Otherwise, I really love Mike's character and the purpose he serves towards Matt's narrative. And having Mike die in the womb, while symbolic, also misses the opportunity to explore more of how his character's purpose changes in Earth-65.

One of my favorite takes on Mike I've seen is that he's used as a persona by Earth-65 Matt to act like a normal person. Matt uses it as a way to be cordial, get away with being pleasant and easygoing without affecting his reputation. He's friends with Foggy, he's affectionate and relaxed.

The reason I like this is that Mike as a persona is being used in the exact same way it was used originally in Earth-616, but flipped in the opposite way due to how e65 Matt is different from e616 Matt. Matt originally created Mike to cover his identity but he continued to use it when he realized he could be more himself and didn't have to pretend to be mild mannered and reserved all the time.

But e65 Matt is never mild mannered. He's never reserved. He's dramatic and prideful and in control. But that's not who Matt is as a complete person. He doesn't really have any way to be like that in e65... so in comes Mike Murdock.

It again has to do with Matt's inherent identity issues, which are still just as relevant to e65 Matt's character, but in a different way. Earth-65 Matt feels like there's something wrong with him because he knows he's a bad person. He feels like he can't be good at all. He can't have attachments, he can't be charitable. But a part of Matt, no matter how small, would want to do these things. Because that's who he is as a person.

I personally like the idea of Earth-65 Mike being a real person. He's still Mike but... he's very similar to e616 Matt in a lot of ways that e65 Matt isn't. Mike has an everyday job, he's married to Karen, he's lives a relatively normal life. Because in my head, I would want e65 Mike to serve as both a foil to Murderdock and to e616 Mike.

Earth-65 Mike Murdock would be normal. He's friends with Butch, they go get drunk at the bar on weekends. He's happily married and has a baby on the way. He misses his brother. He'll visit the local police station and pay off the guy at the front desk to sneak into evidence lock up. He'll look at all of Matt's old stuff the police took after he went missing and was never found. He'll shed a few tears and leave trying not to think about it. He'll go by Battlin Jacks Gym and wonder when he'll ever have the courage to sell the place. He'll go home and Karen will kiss his cheek and ask how his day was. He'll smile and lie to her before asking how her work day at the DA's office was.

As normal as a Murdock can be.

Thanks for this ask!! :D I love any chance to talk about Murderdock or Mike and you mixed both together for this one so I love that lol

[archivedjuice]

that 'sparkle on! don't forget to be yourself' jerma meme where he's standing with his hand on his hip with a cheeky little smile but instead of jerma it's murderdock and it's a meme gwen made

[amazing-spiderling]

would you rather: be friends with Peter Parker or Foggy?

make me choose: greek or italian food? and what would be your favorite meal of these (including dessert.)

ask me anything: top ships at the moment? three ships in previous fandoms? what is an art idea you've been pondering over but haven't attempted yet?

Peter Parker or Foggy Nelson:

AUugh. This is a tough one?! I think for either, we'd be able to bond over nerdy things, so as far as common ground goes, I think they're both on the same level. BUttttttttttttttttt, I can get pretty annoyed when people make a habit of flaking out on me. I know it's not Peter's fault, and like, I an be sympathetic, but if I was to imagine a scenario where I was friends with both, in the end, Foggy would be the one I'd hang out with more/call first. I bet he'd be keen to try weird new restaurants and good trucks with me.

Greek or Italian food:

Damn you really have to come for me like this??? On the one hand, I have been exploring more Mediterranean cuisine lately (and making things at home). I have been consuming frightening amounts of Labneh and recently learned how to make a pretty passable version of this dip from a restaurant in a town I used to live in, which makes for a great sharable dish. BUTttTTt I think I'd probably still have to go with Italian food. There are some dishes I rely on (risotto, braised shortribs, MEATBALLS) that I love too much. I've got to love my classic love over my hot new crush. XD

Top Ships?

I am a serial monoshipper. Not that I ever say goodbye to a ship- I'm always happy to see it crop up on my timeline, but it's hard for me to split my energy between two or more. So at the moment I have to say my brain is pretty much running on pure, unleaded Mattfoggy, but I do give a big smile to the Aziracrow and Spideypool that comes across my dash these days. And once in a while someone will share some Snake/Otacon and it's just too good and makes me feel feelings all over again.

Three Ships in Previous Fandoms:

I guess to make this a little more different, I dabbled in TF2 fandom for a hot minute- this falls squarely in the "love to see it on my dash" category. I did a little bit of art just for funsies and read a lot of fic, including struggling with auto translate on a never completed one originally written in Russian. I was happy to consume basically any combination of Spy, Scout and Sniper, especially after reading the iconic comic, "Cuanta Vida". I also had a soft spot for Tentaspy, particularly with Sniper. Kinda miss those days. That was a lovely fandom that seemed to be there for good times and good vibes.

Art Idea I haven't attempted yet:

I think I've low-key promised that I will one day write a Mattfoggy doujinshi but I'm going to have to develop about 700% more guts first, lol. I also really really want to do this Murderdock animatic to a JazzEmu short but who has the TIME?

[hickeygender]

WIP WEDNESDAY

As he walks by, Foggy reaches out and catches his wrist. Matt goes stock still. "Will you stay? Just… Just until I fall asleep. I don't want to be alone," he admits, and feels stupid for it. He doesn't take his words back, though. Matt stands there for a good thirty seconds, until Foggy gives up and drops his gentle hold on Matt's wrist. "Sorry, forget I-" "Okay," Matt says, all quiet like, and pulls up a chair from the desk. He sits and places the bag in his lap, folding his hands on top of it. Foggy closes his eyes. "Thank you. For saving me. He would have killed me, and probably assaulted me, too. I don't think I've thanked you yet." Matt stays silent in the face of Foggy's gratitude. Foggy starts to drift off by the time he replies. "Like I said, you're... useful. I-I didn't want him to kill you, or hurt you," Matt tells him, sounding completely uncomfortable. Foggy can't help but snort this time. "You really know how to make a girl feel special, huh?" "I-" "It's fine, Matt, really. I know you have hangups. I know you don't feel much for me, and that's fine. I don't exactly blame you. I'm grateful that you felt enough for me to get out of bed and kill a guy to save my ass, though," Foggy says. He starts to drift off again, and Matt says nothing for a long time. On the edge of sleep, he hears him mutter something. "Hmm?" Foggy asks. "You deserve better." Foggy smiles. "Careful, Murdock. One might start to get the wrong idea about you," he says. Matt is silent, and Foggy finally falls asleep.

ugh here's the end of ch 1 of "be the serpent under't" (the tentative title i've picked for my murderdock mattfoggy college era AU which i may or may not decide to change) and i have yet to plot anything properly, still have to finish up a bit in the beginning, and MAY change some of the characterization, but i'm honestly having a lot of fun writing it so far :^)

[shokuto]

I see. And Matt Murderdock, the Western Sun of the Hand and Kingpin of Earth-65?

He’s cool. Completely unrelated but have you noticed he’s arguably drawn to resemble Peter-65 with the glasses obscuring his face save for that same unsettling smile, and how beneath it all, he wanted to be special at any cost just like him? How Peter was probably corrupted already and very well could’ve gotten much worse had he not died that night as the Lizard? Maybe even as bad as Murderdock is in the present? Because I do

[dyns33]

Stealing perfume

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He can already do that.”

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

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

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

“Come on Foggy, I’ll take you home.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll be honest, we don’t know.”

"Oh. Personal reasons then."

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

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

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

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

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

But the jacket wasn't there.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not a lie.” he whispered to himself.

“What the hell happened ?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No."

"No… Okay… It's my jacket."

"I know."

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

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

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

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

"… Hmm."

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

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

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

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

"Oh."

“You’re important to me, right ?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No. Never. To anyone."

"All right."

“Young me is a moron.”

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

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

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

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

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

"No, wait. Take it back."

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

"Shut up."

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

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

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

[descaladumidera]

My contribution to @bangyourselfminibang! Big thank you to the organizers and my partner in crime @ultimateundesirable-bwpp, who wrote a fantastic fic for this piece.

You can read it here:

ID in alt text and under the cut.

[ID:

A drawing of Mike Murdock (Earth-616), Matt Mur(der)dock (Earth-65), and Matt Murdock (Earth-616).

Murderdock is sitting in a wooden armchair with red velvet cushioning in the middle of the drawing. He is lounging, right arm propped on the armrest of the chair, head resting on his hand. His right foot is propped on his left thigh, while his left foot is placed on the ground. His red hair is neatly combed and parted in the middle, some strands hanging into his face. He is wearing red glasses and a red suit with a black tie and a white shirt, but no shoes and no socks. His cane is resting against the chair and he is smiling smugly, as his left hand is raised towards the height of his shoulders, holding a leash.

On the other end of the leash is Matt, collared and kneeling on the ground to the left of the chair, hands neatly propped on his thighs. The collar is red as are his briefs, which are the only articles of clothing he is wearing. His naked skin is on display, showing his freckles. He also isn't wearing his glasses, blue eyes staring ahead emptily, mouth slightly open, while red, slightly longer hair, is hanging into his face. The briefs are not hiding his erection, straining against the fabric, the tip of his cock peaking out, with precum dribbling down.

On the other side of the chair, half behind and half next to it, is Mike, standing with his arms perched on the backrest. He is standing with his right leg slightly bent, standing on his toes with that one, while his left leg is holding most of his weight. He is wearing a white shirt with a brightly yellow Hawaiian shirt with green palm trees over it, as well as blue jeans and yellow Converse sneakers. Sunglasses are pushed up into his red hair, which is a bit shorter than Matt's, and he is smiling, while looking down at Murderdock. Like his twin he has freckles and blue eyes.

End ID.]

[udekai]

[IMAGE ID: a four panel comic of Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson from Marvel's Spider-Gwen. The first panel shows a darkened room with Matt Murderdock standing in the doorway with his back to a lit hallway. The second panel depicts his face as he smiles, holding up an apple. Third panel is a close-up of his glasses, where DA Nelson is reflected, sitting at a desk with a resentful look. The last panel shows him still in his chair, chin upturned by the end of Matt's cane. Matt appears to be leaning over the desk, still smiling.]

Earth-65 one-pager

[sapphire600]

Me when Jen and Matt hooked up at the end of the episode

[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.