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fabricated-misslieness · 2 years

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pairing: matt murdock x gn reader

req: no | wc: 633

summary: For a man that can't see, he always seems to find your eyes.

a/n: he's so pretty. (is it "when does it not" or "when is it not")

“Hey.”

“Hey there.”

It was only a simple greeting. The words on their own give nothing away, but the tone that makes them means everything. It’s soft and whispered, spoken as if at the end of your sentence when your breath has been waning; muttered breathlessly, like the very presence of each other was enough to take your breaths away.

Well, he was breathtaking in every way, and if he took your breath away you wouldn’t be in a rush to get it back.

But today, you are.

You take his cheeks in your hands, and admire him for a moment. Matt stays still, because if he leans into one hold he parts from the other. Then, you kiss him on the tip of the nose.

“You know, for the one who can see, I think you missed.”

His remark devolves into a pleased hum when you kiss him again, though not on his lips. You mark each spot of his face with a kiss, from the forehead, to each temple, to the curve on the bridge of his nose and the part of his cheeks that is devoid of your hold.

Matt closes his eye, his left, but not his right; so you kiss his left eyelid. He closes his right eye, but not his left, so you kiss the other eyelid.

He chuckles at that because you’re able to understand his non-verbal pleading so well.

You kiss his cupid's bow and feel his scraggly facial hair against your lips. You linger there for a moment, and Matt has to fight everything in him to not lean up just the slightest bit left and kiss you; because he knows, even as you decide it, that you want to do more, but the bottom of your lips had kissed the very top of his and it was so tempting.

You take away the hand on his left cheek to kiss what’s left of his warm cheeks, and now free of something to hold, he takes it in his hand.

You kiss along the apple of his cheek, as if it were sweet like the fruit. In all honesty, his cheeks had grown hot and no doubt painted pink or faint red, so it wasn’t too far from real.

Impatient now, he brings your hand up to his lips and presses a kiss where your fingers meet your palm.

“Eager?” You ask.

“Impatient.” He corrects.

You laugh, seeing the desperation painted clear on his face that you’re sure he doesn’t notice. So, you finally bring your lips to his, forgetting his other cheek.

Matt exhales through his nose, and so you’ve got your breath back.

He uses his free hand to bring you closer by the small of your back, but much to his dismay, you part. He doesn’t protest though, knowing more is certainly to come. He was good at prediction in this way.

You smile down at him, Matt smiles up at you. For a man who can’t see, he always seems to find your eyes.

He’s got that look on his soft brown eyes, the one that tells you he admires you deeply. You didn’t need it just to be sure of that, not when he spent much of his time making sure you knew, but the look made it so much more meaningful.

He stares up at you, eyes half-lidded, pupils sort of crossed in a way. It’s like you’re the only person in the world he’d ever pay attention to. As if his eyes were digging into your very soul.

“You’re giving me the look again.”

He chuckles, “Is it working?” He says, even though you both know it is not in any way a conscious action of his.

“When does it not?”

You lean in for another kiss.

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fabricated-misslieness · 2 years

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pairing: matt murdock x gn reader

req: no | wc: 940

summary: Yet another night he comes home injured, and yet another night you spend restlessly cleaning his wounds.

warnings: injuries, blood, pain, mentions of violence

a/n: I apologize for the shirtless pic, if it requires an apology

Matt Murdock’s work schedule was just like the rest of the world. After all, he was a normal citizen. He woke up early each morning, mindful not to wake you up—not that he needed to, for your work often led you into a deep slumber each night. He did his own work, at the office, helping the people and upholding justice through the law. Then, once the hard office hours were done, he was home each evening.

Yours was much different. Your mornings, well, they weren’t spent much at all. Instead, you slept through them, getting up at the same time as Matt came back from his lunch hour. Then, as Matt came home, you left it. You worked throughout the evening and still throughout the night. By the time the clock struck twelve, you continued to work for a few more hours, until you came home just two hours before dawn.

Your mornings, your afternoons, and your evenings were spent largely apart. When the weekdays gave way and the weekend came ‘round, and when it wasn’t a pressing order to visit the office, still you were apart. The day simply broke apart beneath your sleep schedule.

There was a time when you tried to stay up for Matty, when on Fridays you came home and slept as best you could before waking with him. The lack of sleep stayed evident, then, and you were sluggish throughout the entire day. Regardless, you tried for him, even if it meant your eyes grew sore and your limbs listless. It only took two weeks for Matty to beckon you back to sleep and live your life as you should.

Had you not had a common ground in the early hours before dawn, your relationship would’ve been far from good, though it had only been found after much time.

Daredevil worked the graveyard shift. He began his work when it was most dangerous, when most shops closed and its workers were left to walk home under the guidance of the moon and warm streetlights. He upheld justice much the same as Matt Murdock did, but he did it with his own hands. Then, beaten and bruised yet satisfied with his earnings (the safety of the people) he returned home.

When Daredevil returns and leaves Matt in his wake, you return home too.

Even then, though, your work is not over.

“Stay still.”

Matt does not intend to disobey you, but when the disinfectant comes across the fresh cuts of the night, he can’t help but flinch.

You’d think that, after months of being the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, its protector through and through against evildoers of the night, he’d be used to the feeling of disinfectant. However, these were wounds he had grown used to, yet wounds he hadn’t grown to tolerate just yet.

You sat on a chair pulled from the kitchen table as he sprawled on the couch; his chest, already littered with old scars of faded grays and faint reds, having fallen victim to you and your soaked cloth.

He felt your hand as it worked away at healing his injuries across his pecs, then trail down to his abdomen and its own wounds. But most of all, he watched your face in its focus as best he could.

World on fire. He so wished he could see you, watch the features that adorned your face and made it up as a whole. He’d always wished it; but always, he knew that the wish would never come true.

When you wiped at the nonexistent dirt on your cheek and accidentally left behind new dirt, blood of his, across your skin, he frowned. He could smell it, smell its metallic stain in the medley of your smell.

He already didn’t want his work as Daredevil and his life as Matt Murdock blending together. They were, to him, oil and water. Having you care for him was enough. Leaving stains of his justice on you was crossing the line.

He didn’t let it get to him, though. The solution was simple. He wiped his finger across your cheek, wiping the blood away, and cupped your cheek in consolation.

You sighed, leaning against his hand impossibly closer as you finished up with the last of his wounds.

Through the stinging pain and the muddling of his lives, Matt was glad to have you to care for him. No longer did he have to tend to his own wounds or hope that the ones he couldn’t quite reach would be alright.

“Matty, you gotta turn over.” You remind him of the cuts on his back.

“Mhm.” He agrees, but he doesn’t move just yet. “Just… just give me a minute.”

He sat up, ignoring the pain that came with the movement, and moved closer to you. Then, he pressed his lips to yours but for a moment. Though a moment it lasted, it felt just long enough for him.

“Thank you.” He says.

“For?” Curiously, you ask.

“Everything.” He replies, as if it were the simplest thing in the world.

You chuckle, “You’re welcome.” and take your toll, pressing your lips in a kiss long enough for your liking, the previous one being shorter than you’d wanted.

When you part, he turns to lay on his front obediently.

Later, after you’d finished cleaning his back and then his legs and beckoned him for a shower, you’d lay in bed to sleep together.

Later, he’d thank you again.

Later, you’d take another toll, another kiss, and then you’d bid each other goodnight.

The next night, the next two hours before sunrise, the cycle would begin anew.

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