#Matt Murdock x reader tickle

[bunmurdock]

just working | matt murdock x f!reader

summary: you’re trying to focus on work, but matt murdock has something else in mind. tags: softdom!matt, office sex, oral (f!receiving), piv, established relationship, (not-so) secret relationship, idiots in love. word count: 1.9k a/n: i wasn’t expecting to share a fic so soon after putting out the poll, but someone replied something lovely on one of my fics, and it really made my day and motivated me to put to paper a little fantasy i’ve had for a while. 😭

“matt, we really shouldn’t be doing this here,” you whisper, giggling as you hide your face in his chest. you can feel his heart pounding as fast as yours, the thrill of the secret adding to the excitement.

“you started it,” he teases, his voice low and warm, the vibrations tickling your ear. you’re in his office, papers and files strewn across his desk with a half-spilled coffee on the floor, a testament to the workday that’s supposed to be happening. but right now, all that fades away. it’s just you and matt, alone in a bubble of your own making.

you look up at him. there’s a glimmer of mischief on his face, a challenge. “did not,” you retort playfully, trying to stifle another round of laughter. matt’s hand rests on your back, his touch light but firm, anchoring you to the moment.

“anyway,” you say, still fanning the half-dry coffee stain on your skirt. “seriously, matt, we need to focus.”

"i am focused,” he insists, the corner of his lip upturned in mischief. “focused on you.” he reaches out, pretending to adjust a nonexistent wrinkle on your shirt. the light touch sends a shiver through you, and you swat his hand away playfully.

"stop it,” you whisper, but with no real severity in your tone. matt just grins, undeterred.

"you know, you’re adorable when you’re trying to be serious,” he teases, leaning back in his chair and with an air of nonchalance. 

"i’m always serious,” you retort. 

he reaches for and grabs your arm, pulling you into his lap. he noses at your neck, the stubble of his chin teasing over your pulse point. his mouth opens to respond, but the sound of footsteps in the hallway jolts you both into stillness. matt’s head beams up, listening, and in a second his quick reflexes have you both stepping apart, looking every bit the consummate professionals as the door opens.

“got some fresh leads on the dawson case…” foggy announces, stepping in. “ahem, am i interrupting something?” he asks, his gaze flickering between the two of you.

"no,” you and matt both reply, a little too quickly. foggy raises an eyebrow.

“right,” he says, drawing out the words with a hint of skepticism. “well, i just came to drop off these files.” he places a stack of papers on matt’s desk, his eyes lingering on the two of you a moment longer before coming to rest on the coffee cup on the ground.

"thanks, fog,” matt says, his tone casual, but you can sense a slight tension in his posture.

foggy sighs, shaking his head slightly. “you two are about as subtle as a brick through a window, you know that?” he says.

matt turns away to hide a smile, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“foggy, we’re just working,” you reply, trying to sound convincing.

"sure, sure,” foggy says. “just remember, we’ve got a lot riding on this case. so don’t, uh—work—too much,” he says, with that, he turns and leaves, closing the door behind him.

as soon as the door clicks shut, you look at matt incredulously. “matt!” before you can chide him, he gets a goofy look on his face. 

“so, i uh, might have finished prepping this case last night.”

"you... wait, what?” you exclaim. the thought of him letting you ramble on while knowing the work was already done makes you shake your head. “and you let me go on about it all day?”

“guilty,” he admits. he stands up, reaching out his hand to you. “but i thought it might be nice to have an excuse to spend the day with you.” there’s something so pure and honest about his tone that it makes your heart flutter.

you shake your head but are unable to hide your smile. he holds a hand outstretched, nodding toward the exit.

you take matt’s hand, but right before you reach the door, he veers off course, pulling you into a small, rarely-used bathroom. he locks the door with a soft click, and his lips are on yours in an instant.

he picks you up with a soft grunt, sitting you on the bathroom island, hiking your skirt up until it bunches at your waist. he drops to face-level with your cunt and pulls your waist to the edge, nosing hungrily at your underwear.

“matt, are you su—” you begin, but then you stop. the small space amplifies your sound, each tiny breath and touch echoing off the walls. you instinctively cover your mouth.

as if a switch suddenly flipped in him, a low chuckle comes from between your legs, and it's him doing the chiding this time. “that’s right. wouldn’t want to get caught again, would we?” 

a rough finger pulls your underwear to the side and he playfully nips at your unsuspecting folds, then molds his lips around your clit and sucks. you whine into your own palm, your legs closing on instinct, but he holds them open, impossibly strong.

“mmphf— just a quick one before we get home,” he groans, arms snaking under your open legs to wrap around them like a vice. “c’mon, sweetheart, give me more,” he grunts against you, tapping your thigh twice with his hand. you’re not sure what he’s asking at first, but then he pinches your thigh, and you yelp. you grind into his face and he groans. you catch on, working up an erratic rhythm against his stubbled chin. it doesn’t take much for you to cum like this, his tongue suctioning torturously around your sensitive clit and darting into curl against your walls, eager for a taste.

it’s unrelenting. just like the rest of him.

after you come down from your climax, he helps you stand, holding out an arm for balance as you shakily step to your feet and let your underwear and skirt drop to the floor. he then drops his hand to his own aching erection, unbuckling his belt and stepping out of his slacks and boxers. you undo his dress shirt and pull it over his shoulder and down his arm, where they catch on the muscle of his biceps. 

cock freed, he shucks off his shirt, and helps you pull yours over your head, bra in tow. he pulls you near enough so that, for a moment, you’re chest-to-chest and you feel his cock pulses against your lower stomach. you’re about to lower yourself down, take him into your mouth, when he puts a hand on your waist, stilling you.

“spit on it,” he murmurs, voice impossibly low. his whole demeanor seems to have shifted in just moments, confined in a space that’s so filled with your intoxicating scent.

you comply, and watch your own spit dribble down onto his erect cock. he holds a hand under it, catching any spare saliva so he can work it over his cock.

“jesus,” he curses softly, and his other hand comes up cup your chin and thumb at your lips. for a moment, he just takes his cock and runs it across the supple skin of your stomach, the curves of your waist, then against the fat of your thighs, slapping it a few times, spreading the slick around. “you have no idea, do you? the things you do to me.”

you whine softly against the thumb at your lip. “matt, please.” you’re not sure what you’re begging for, but, as always, he knows exactly what you want.

“turn around,” he orders, and you waste no time. he nestles between your parted legs, spreading them further with his own and bending you over the counter, the head of his cock already pushing past your entrance. you gasp, pushing back but meeting resistance with his size.

“‘s alright. ha—’ he breathes. “we’re going to take care of you, kay,” he murmurs, hand guiding himself in slowly, the low timber of his voice sending shivers down your spine. he works an arm under you, and slowly bottoms out into you.

you hiss at the stretch, but before long, you’re bouncing in his lap, the sound of skin slapping on skin filling the space. he’s bigger than you, and every thrust punches another guttural sound out of you. you gasp and writhe, trying to catch your breath and adjust to the stretch and pace. you grab the counter, the sink, the mirror.

he murmurs something, but you don’t quite hear it at first.

“—push back,” he repeats, a little louder. you do, but the next thrust fills you so deep, you almost yelp out loud.

“quit running from it,” he chuckles, but his size and pace are so overpowering, your arm instinctually moves back to slow his thrusts. he grabs it instantly and folds it back over your chest. 

“push—back—” he grits, pulling your hips into his thrusts. when he’s satisfied, he groans into your ear, barely muffling the sound in your hair. and then rough fingers are rubbing over your clit, circling them.

“i know, baby, i know.” he croons softly against your ear as you bite down on your forearm to keep from moaning. “you—fuck—be brave for me.” 

“that’s right. you’re gonna get it nice and creamy for me.” he keeps an unrelenting pace.

“or else—“ he chuckles, patting your cunt a few times.

“i’m gonna slap this pussy raw.”

you barely mask the sob into your arm. “matt— please.”

“you can do it, you can do it,” he breathes, voice breaking and growing equally as desperate. “‘m gonna follow you, sweetie.”

you push back into him, holding your temple flush against his. 

“love you so m—,” you croak. “—much.”

“oh, i love you so much too— you’re mine, you know?” he breathes, and then he says your name, the final trigger.

you grab the counter in front of you, seizing up and crying his name inaudibly as you come harder than you’ve ever come. his arms hold you, your steady anchor at sea as you forget all your surroundings. 

it’s just the feeling of him coursing, thunderous and electric, through your veins.

he joins you moments after, groaning into the meat of your shoulder.

you don’t know if seconds or minutes pass. in this moment, it’s just the two of you. 

~

you both step out of the bathroom, adjusting your attire. the office around you is silent, the usual hustle of the day having ebbed away with the setting sun. matt pauses, his heightened senses scanning the environment.

“coast is clear. foggy and karen must’ve left,” he notes. "office is empty.”

"your heightened senses come in handy," you giggle.

matt’s hand reaches for yours, fingers entwining. "they have their perks," he admits.

matt pulls you close for a moment, kissing your forehead. surveying the aftermath of your impromptu interlude—the spilled coffee, the disheveled papers—he comments, “we made quite the scene here."

you glance at the mess, a playful glint in your eye. “just working, though,” you say.

“right, ‘just working’,” he repeats with a smirk.

hand in hand, you leave the office, stepping into the cool night. the city around you is alive with lights, but in this moment, they seem to pale in comparison to the excitement still buzzing through you. 

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[peterman-spideyparker]

Slip Up (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Author’s Note: Soooo I wrote this in my phone during my work conference and was feeling hot and dirty for Matty. Don’t look at me, I was feral and barking loudly in my head when I got the idea. Enjoy! :)

Summary: After a stressful week and a rough patrol, you let Matt use you in whatever way he needs. Something accidentally slips out of your lips, and to your surprise, Matt seems to like it.

Warnings: Smut, complete and utter smut (rough sex, light choking, some biting, creampie--daddy kink, breeding kink) fluff, incredible softness from our Matthew

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 1,142

You swear that you thought you said “Matty.” When Matt fucks you like this—a hard, rough, mind-scrambling fuck after a build up of work frustrations and a rough night on patrol—you whine his favorite nickname. It makes him go absolutely feral.

You honestly don’t know how “daddy” slipped out.

But it did some thing to Matt, moving the grip on your hips to a new angle, squeezing red marks into your flesh that are sure to turn to bruises.

“Call me daddy again, and I’m gonna make you a mommy,” Matt grunts in you ear as he pounds into you from behind. “You want that, huh? Want me to make you a mommy?”

A strangled, incoherent moan falls from your lips as he doesn’t miss a beat in his thrusts.

“You want me to fill you up with my cum?” he grunts again. “You want me to cum inside of you? Feel my cock pulse inside you and coat that pretty little cunt with my cum?”

“Fuck.”

“I need more that that, angel.” His teeth nip at your skin, marking up your upper back and neck, not bothering to try and soothe the bites with his tongue. “Use your words and tell me what you want from me.”

“Matty,” you groan. Of course, now it comes out right. “Cum in me, Matty. Fuck me good and fill me with your cum. I need you, Matty. I need you to cum in me.”

You can feel Matt’s lips curl up into a devilish smirk.

“That’s my good girl,” he growls in your ear.

Matt moves his hands from your hips, wrapping one arm around your middle and the other hand carefully around your neck, adjusting you so you’re upright up on your knees, Matt’s hips never once faltering. The angle is amazing, letting Matt hit in you deeper than you think he’s ever reached before. His hot breath tickles your skin, and his lips cause goosebumps to dance across its surface. You reach back, weaving your fingers through his soft locks, your nails lightly raking along his scalp as he ruts into you.

“Matt,” you whimper. “So good, Matty.”

“Fuck, angel,” he grunts. “My perfect little angel.”

Matt releases his hold on you, twisting you around at an alarming pace so you sit in his lap, draping your arms around his shoulders as he continues to move in you. Matt’s lips hungrily chase yours, your kisses sloppy and desperate for as much contact as they can muster as his hands cement themselves high up on your sides. The moans and whimpers that vibrate out from your throats are captured by each other’s mouths, your bodies beginning to press impossibly close to one another.

Removing his lips from yours, he peppers large, wet kisses all over your skin.

“Matty,” you whimper, leaning forward, nuzzling your face into his neck. “Matty.”

With one sharp thrust, Matt rips an intense orgasm from your body, your cries of pleasure not particularly well-muffled against his skin. As you cling onto Matt for dear life as you have what you’re pretty sure is the longest orgasm of your life, he buries himself deep inside of you and unloads into you. The warmth of his cum makes you feel tingly, and there’s so much of it, you feel it drip out, even though he is still buried deep inside of you and isn’t finished enjoying his high. Your bodies remain tangled together as you collapse on the bed, using each other’s body to help you come back down to earth.

With a soft kiss pressed against your cheek, Matt slowly pulls out his softening cock, both of you whimpering at the loss and the sensitivity from your excursion. There is a heavy silence in the room, and you can’t tell if it’s from exhaustion or from the one word that brought the two of you into this situation.

Matt is the first one to break the silence. “So.”

“I didn’t mean—,” you start, and Matt chuckles, kissing your cheek once more.

“I know you didn’t,” he murmurs, his lips moving against your skin.

Your face still burns hot with embarrassment. “I don’t have a daddy kink, I swear.”

The smile of an angel replaces the one from the Devil that was out just minutes earlier. “I know, sweetheart.” One of his hands travels down your waist and along your inner thighs, feeling the sticky mess that lays like a crime scene in between your legs. “There’s another sort of kink in there, though.”

“Shut your face, Murdock.”

“I’m not trying to make you feel bad, angel,” he chuckles, pressing a sweet and soft kiss into your hair. “I liked it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I love feeling you like that.” He trails his nose down the side of your cheek, pressing a kiss into your neck. “I want to start a family with you.”

You crane your neck back to look at him better. “What?”

“Yeah. I didn’t think I wanted one, but with you . . . I think I’m ready. I think we’re ready.”

“You want to have a family with me?”

“I wouldn’t want to start one with anyone else.”

Tears sting at your eyes, causing you to rapidly blink and nuzzle down into Matt’s chest.

“(Y/N)?” he asks softly, his warm hand running down the line of your back.

“I love you,” you mutter into his skin, pressing a soft kiss right above where his heart beats in his chest.

“I love you, too, angel.”

“I want to have a family with you, too.”

You feel Matt take a deep breath in as he holds onto you tighter, basking in the feeling of your skin and the smell of your body.

“Matty, you’re squishing me,” you mumble, chuckling as your cheeks smush against him.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, pushing hair from your face as you look up at his face. It always looks softer after sex: cheeks flushed, eyes sparklier, hair fluffier, the line at the corners of his eyes like little smiles. “I’m just really, really happy.”

“Me too. I think if you want to stay in the good graces of my parents, though, we might have to take a few more official steps.”

“I’d really like that.”

“Yeah?”

Leaning down and closing the gap between your lips, the kiss you share feels like magic. “Yeah,” he confirms, his voice happy and gravely. “But nothing says we can’t practice a bit. I mean, there’s timing and the positions.” Matt takes a moment to pause and sigh dramatically as a big smirk remains plastered on his lips. “We want this to go well, and you know what they say about practice.”

“Can’t argue with that logic, Mr. Murdock,” you smile.

“No you cannot,” he beams right back, rolling on top of you and kissing you once more.

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[angst-cravings]

candy necklace

summary: you find a candy necklace and decide to wear it for matt. groping ensues.

pairing: matt murdock x f!reader

words: 2.2k

an: smut (18+, mdni), pwp, fem & afab but no use of pronouns, and no use of y/n, also my first smut ever

based on a tik tok post that has since been deleted </3

cw: sex, oral (f!receiving), unprotected sex, p in v penetration

Matt had been having a hard time at his job lately. Both jobs. He had papers and folders in the living room messily strewn around him, and dark bruises were peeking out from his lazily rolled-up sleeves. The stress was oozing off of him and permeating the air. It was almost thick with tension, and he felt it suffocating him. His face falls into his hands, and he sighs deeply.

You were going out with your friends tonight, and half of him was disappointed, but half was relieved. He hated it when you saw him like this. When you were gone, you could be carefree and enjoy yourself. And not worry about him. 

He heard you rustling in the other room to get dressed. The softest hint of perfume hit him, along with… sugar? His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, distracting him from the weight on his back. 

You pad barefoot into the living room, adjusting your necklace so the tie is on the back of your neck. 

“Do you want to feel my dress to get an idea of how I look? It’s black.” You walk towards him, smiling. Matt directs his head towards you and returns the smile. You can see the bags under his eyes, and his brown eyes almost light up as he acknowledges you. His tie is fully untied, draping around his neck and down his chest. His disheveled state is admittedly attractive but makes your heart break. You hate seeing him like this, not because he can’t handle it, but because he beats himself up too much while he does. All you wanted was for him to relax and take the night for himself, but you knew after the week’s stress, “taking the night for himself” would mean fighting the criminals of Hell’s Kitchen, not relaxing in bed as you’d want him to. But you had a plan. 

Matt stands, places his hands on your shoulders, and starts roaming. He begins at the straps, his coarse fingertips floating across your bare shoulders, causing goosebumps to litter your exposed skin. His hands move down the body of your dress, and he feels your every dip and curve. You bite your lip in anticipation, feeling heat rush between your legs. You watch as Matt runs his tongue across his lips, and you know he can taste it in the air. As his hands reach the hem of your dress, he grabs your ass and smirks.

“Short.” 

You hesitantly nod. “I, uh, I’m wearing a necklace too. You should feel it.” You look directly into his eyes and hold your breath. His eyes have darkened, turning from soft and comforting to dark and hungry. He cocks his head and pulls you even closer before raising his hand to your throat. His rough fingers gently trace around your neck, the sensation causing you to sharply inhale, and you swallow under his fingertips. You study his face to try and discern his reaction. 

“And what’s this?” He knows. You recognize this face. He’s playing with you. 

“It’s… candy.”

“You were going to wear this out?” His eyebrow raises, his lips betraying the slightest hint of amusement. His voice is mostly humorous, but you hear the overt undertones of posessiveness.

You choose not to answer his question. “Do you… want to taste it?”

His hand falls, and your neck immediately feels cold from the absence. He grabs your chin and lifts it to expose your neck, giving him access to your skin and necklace. Your eyes flutter shut in anticipation, and you feel his warm breath hover across you. The pulse between your legs begins to grow, and you place a hand on his chest to ground you. 

His nose hits your neck first, almost tickling you, and he wraps his mouth around a candy ring next. It tastes sweet and slightly salty from your skin, and he snakes a hand down to the small of your back for stability. Your heart is pounding, and you shiver from every brush of lips against neck. An almost silent moan parts from your lips, and Matt pulls away.

“It’s sweet.” He smirks and goes in for another, this time latching onto your neck and sucking on both you and the necklace. You gasp, and you feel your knees turn to jelly.

Matt gently pulls you onto the couch, his grip firm on your waist, and you fall into him. You reposition yourself to straddle his waist, and you feel your dress ride up your thighs as his strong hands plant themselves onto your hips. He moves his mouth from your necklace and starts kissing your neck, gently sucking and nibbling on your sensitive points. You moan as he hits the spot on your neck that he knows all too well, and you can’t help yourself. You start grinding your hips down against him, only a few layers between the two of you.

Matt groans, an erection already in his boxer briefs from the taste of you in the air. His hips buck up against you, and his hands begin to roam up and down your dress. One of his hands hovers over the hem of your dress.

“May I?” His voice is breathy and quiet, but you hear the need punctuating his words. Work has been his main priority for the past few weeks, so he’s been pent up for a while. And so have you.

“Please.” You start unbuttoning his shirt, exposing his chest, and you take a second to admire how it rises and falls as his breathing starts to get heavier. He pushes the skirt of your dress up to fully expose everything from your waist down.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re so wet for me already.” He rubs a finger over the ever-growing damp spot on your underwear, and you can see him lick his lips and taste the air. You feel the heat rise to your cheeks, and you watch as the pupils of his eyes completely blow out. His chest rises as he inhales, breathing your scent in, and he silently curses under his breath as his erection further strains against his pants. 

You whine as he starts to rub your clit through your panties, and you are compelled by your body to grind against his hand. He uses his other hand on your waist to guide you through, helping you rock your hips back and forth against him. 

“Please, Matt,” you whine.

“Use your words, sweetheart.” His voice is playful, but his words are stern. 

“I need you, please, fuck me—I need more.” 

His hand instantly moves away, and he flips you onto the couch. The cool leather almost stings against the burning heat of your skin. 

“You know, your necklace tasted good, but I know something I would much rather taste all night.” He grins as he moves down your body and slots his head between your thighs. Your hands immediately twist in his hair. The reaction is almost ritualistic after experiencing this bliss so many times before. Matt pulls the waistband of your panties and tugs them down your legs, letting you kick them off from your ankles and fall to the floor. You hungrily watch as he starts to go down on you, as he leaves long strokes with the flat of his tongue. Your head slumps against the arm of the couch as your eyes reflexively slam shut from the pleasure. Matt snakes his tongue inside of you, fully tasting you and your arousal. His nose clumsily nudges against your clit, and he lets out a soft groan as the taste takes over his senses. 

“Fuck, Matt…” You let out breathy moans, and your fingers tug at his hair, pulling him closer. He focuses his tongue on your clit again, and he inserts two fingers into you. His fingers are calloused and thick, and you immediately clench around them, eliciting a groan from Matt. His fingers crook and quickly hit the spot inside of you, and your hips buck into his mouth as you moan. He continues voraciously, and all thoughts vanish from your mind. The combination of his fingers, his tongue, and the gentle rumble of his moaning begins to build an orgasm deep inside you. 

Matt notices and increases his efforts, fucking you as moans spill out of your reddened lips. You tighten your thighs around his head, and you hear a quiet groan from Matt. If it had been earlier in the night, you might have been concerned you’d hurt or suffocate him, but you can’t think straight.

“Fuck, Matt, I’m close, I’m so close, I–” Your words almost trip on themselves as you say them as the buildup releases, and your muscles start to pulsate around his fingers as you moan his name. He guides you through your orgasm, licking up all of your juices and savoring the taste on his tongue. You gently pull him away and feel arousal building again as you watch him wrap his mouth around his fingers to savor the taste. 

“God, you’re so fucking good for me, sweetheart. Taste and feel so damn good,” Matt sighs, rising from his position on his knees. 

You move to get on your knees in reciprocity, but he stops you.

“Not tonight, sweetheart. I fucking need you right now.” His voice comes out ragged and hungry. Your taste is heady, and he seems almost drunk on you. He swoops you up into his arms as if you were weightless and carries you to the bed. He’s impatient but ever lovingly gentle, and he peppers kisses along your body as he nearly rips your dress off. He lingers at your throat as he bites another piece of candy off, and you giggle, having almost forgotten the thing that sparked this. You admire Matt as he strips down the rest of his clothing, ogling his gorgeous, toned body. 

Matt lets out a sharp hiss as his cock is finally released from its restraints, a bead of precum forming at the tip. You swallow at the sight of it, never having gotten over how big he is.

“Fuck, Matt, baby, I need you,” You whine, already soaking wet again. 

“Shh… I know, sweetheart, just one moment.” He climbs onto the bed, his arms framing your face and his legs slot between yours. He slowly slides into you, and you immediately let out a moan. 

“Sweetheart, you’re so tight for me,” Matt’s voice is laced with underlying tension as he restrains himself from going too fast, “You just feel so fucking good.”

After a few seconds of adjusting, you gently tap his arm to signal that you’re ready for more, and he fully buries himself into you. 

“God, Matt, I need you, please,” You start to shift yourself needily to get any friction. You ache from the overstimulation of your recent release, but the sting of pain mixes with pleasure in a way that just begs you for more. 

He immediately responds by moving into a familiar rhythm, angling his hips to hit every spot inside of you, eliciting moans from both of you. “God, you feel so good, sweetheart,” Matt half-whispers half-moans into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You whine into his ear as a response. You wrap your arms around him, digging your nails into his back, and he relishes the grounding feeling with your name falling from his lips. You were excited to see the marks on his back later, a reminder of tonight and your claim on him. 

One of his hands reaches down, and you feel his thumb start to rub your clit. Your body immediately reacts, your muscles tightening around him in a vice-like grip.

“Please, Matt, fuck, your dick feels so good,” you moan, “more, please.”

He responds by fucking you harder, faster. You feel the coil in you become tighter, spurred by your earlier climax, and your moans become almost pornographic as you experience what you imagine to be the most pleasure you could ever feel.

“Matt, I’m close, please, can I,” you beg, voice filled with impatience.

Matt’s voice is husky and exhilarating. “God, please, sweetheart, cum for me.” You feel his hips start to stutter, and your muscles begin to clench and flutter around him. You moan so loudly the neighbors could probably hear, and you don’t think you mind. This isn’t the first time your ecstasy has disturbed their evenings, and there hasn’t been a complaint yet.

After a few more thrusts, Matt pulls out of you, panting. As you come down from the high, you’re suddenly keenly aware of the sticky sensation on your neck from the mix of candy and saliva and the gush of his cum running out of you.

“So, uh, do I need to let you go out with your friends now?” Matt questions, a tinge of disappointment lacing his words. You giggled.

“Well, honestly, I changed my mind a little bit ago. Maybe we should just hang out for the rest of the night.” 

You had decided far before you had gotten ready that night. You figured he needed a break, and this was a good excuse for him to let loose.

A grin quickly spanned across his face, and he gave you a sweet and gentle peck before he ran to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean you up. 

~

“So... can I ask what was up with the necklace?” You feel his voice rumble deep in him, mixed with his heartbeat, as your head rests against his chest.

“Oh,” you laugh, “that was just for you. I saw it in a shop and thought you might have some fun with it.”

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[cowgurrrl]

What's In A Name?

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader

Author’s note: hey remember when I said I was rewatching daredevil

Summary: You settle on a new nickname for Matthew [1.3k]

Warnings: fluff, lawyer talk, brief mention of Jack, Daredevil things, June’s first time writing Matt so pls be nice, I think that’s it??

He's realized it changes depending on the day. You refer to him in court as your colleague, Mr. Murdock, or even Counselor. You call him Murdock to get his attention or scold him for something. That Idiot in The Mask before you find out about his nightly escapades. That Idiot in The Mask after you find out about his nightly escapades. But more often than not, when he climbs into bed after a long night of being That Idiot, your eyes flutter open, and you murmur a soft "Matthew" before snuggling into him.

Foggy and Karen make fun of you for using his full name more often than Matt, which is undeniably faster and punchier. Every once in a while, you'll pull Franklin out to make Foggy cringe and accuse you of sounding like his mother. Their teasing does nothing to stop you from calling him Matthew. It's the name in your phone, the name you punch in braille in his birthday cards, the name you use to introduce him to others, everything. 

It also helps to conceal the specifics of your relationship from other lawyers who may get nosy and try to use your relationship against you in a court of law. What girlfriend wouldn't call her boyfriend by a nickname? The kind of girlfriend who went through seven years of school and refuses to have her JD called into question just because she went into practice with her boyfriend and best friends. 

The good thing is he doesn't seem to mind you calling him Matthew. It's very rare that the name doesn't grate on his ears, but when it falls from your lips, it's warm and welcome like the first sunny day after a harsh New York winter. The question, however, comes on a chilly October evening while sitting with socked feet on the couch and working through closing statements. 

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, you have heard many pieces of information throughout the past few weeks. Many of them circumstantial," you read to him as you scribble the notes on a yellow legal pad. His hand is resting on your thigh, tracing patterns into your soft leggings, and cocks his head in your direction to show you he's listening. "However, you have also heard from my client-"

"Our client." Matt interrupts, and you look up at him. His tinted glasses are resting on the coffee table amid scattered case notes and copies of evidence, and his brown eyes are cast vaguely in your direction. When you first started dating, he told you people were uncomfortable with his bouncing, unfocusing eyes, and that's why he hadn't taken off his glasses in front of you. Since then, it's been a steady journey of reassuring him how much you love him, love all of him. The fact that all these years later, he's sitting without shame and without his glasses is enough to make your heart soar. 

"Is O'Reilly also the jury's client?" 

"No, but there are multiple defense attorneys on this case."

"Okay, so what if I gesture to you when I say it?" You ask, and the corner of Matt's mouth quirks up.

"'M sure that'll look very professional, sweetheart." He says, amusement in his tone, and you roll your eyes as you look back down at the paper. 

"I'm just gonna say 'my client.'" 

"Fine, but I'm telling Foggy."

"Oh, c'mon, we both know you've claimed clients and cases as your own. It's not a big deal."

"I have not!" 

"I will pull court transcripts right now."

"Maybe I should be the one to give closing statements." He teases and tries to reach for your papers. You rip them out of his reach and drop them on the floor when he tickles your sides. You laugh and try to fight against his strong hands, but he grabs both your wrists in one hand and tickles you with the other. 

"Okay, okay, that's enough." You beg between breathless giggles, and his merciless attack on your stomach stops as fast as it started. The apartment falls silent as he lays half on top of you with your legs bracketing his sides. His hair is soft and a little too long, flopping over his forehead and hiding a yellowing bruise, and his full lips are pulled into a perfect smile that you can't help but kiss. He hums against your lips and releases your wrists, letting your hands graze his waist, narrowly avoiding sore ribs. You feel a full breath fill his lungs before he pulls away and rests his forehead on yours.

"We're never gonna finish closing statements like this." He mumbles, his voice raspy, and you shrug.

"Prosecution barely has a case. We'll be fine," you say as you scratch his back. "Besides, I always make closing statements my bitch."

"Can't argue with that." He laughs, and you hum in agreement. It's getting late. The sights and sounds of the city have dimmed just enough to tell you that people have made it home from their work days, settling into dinner and bedtime routines with their families. A certain red suit hidden in the closet pricks at the forefront of your mind, and you take a deep breath. 

You knew what you signed up for when you met Matt in your legal history class during your second year at Columbia. You'd had several long-winded conversations with him about defending the working man, upholding the law, and the importance of order in a chaotic world. You knew dating him also meant sharing him with his job, no matter what it was. Still, you never expected his part-time job to be beating up criminals in dark alleys after you went to bed. 

"Wanna order Thai from that place down the block and keep working, or do you need to go?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"'M good."

"You sure?" 

"I like working with you." He says sincerely, and a ball of light shines in your chest. You have to fight the smile threatening the corner of your mouth, and you know he can feel it. 

"Are you just saying that cause you want me to change my wording?" You ask, and he laughs. He ducks his head to kiss your jaw before straightening back up, not letting himself get too distracted by the taste of your skin.

"No, I'm saying that because I love hearing you make closing statements your bitch."

"Good answer, Matthew." You tap his side, and he kisses you again before sitting back to let you get up and retrieve your phone from the counter. You type in the restaurant's name, your mouth watering at the thought of Pad Thai, and walk over to the back of the couch. Matt leans into you the second you're close enough, and even though you don't have super senses like him, you know he's thinking hard about something.

"You know you may be the only person in the world who calls me Matthew on a regular basis?" He asks out of the blue, and you look up from your phone. His hand finds its way to your waist and tugs you closer until your hips are flush against the couch. You indulge in his sudden neediness by running your free hand through his hair.

"What'd your dad call you?" You ask quietly. A soft chuckle escapes him, and he tilts his head at you.

"Matty."

"Matty," you try to nickname on your tongue and smile. "Gotta give it to Battlin' Jack, that's a pretty good one."

"I'm sure he'd agree with you." He says, the gentle ache of grief settling over the space. You lean down and kiss his head in reverence, like you're thanking him for sharing the memory with you. The feeling dissolves once you get back into closing statements and arguing about wording over steaming piles of food, but the name sticks in your brain. His contact name in your phone goes from Matthew to Matty. You let yourself call him Matty a handful of times to test it out, and somehow, the transition between names doesn't faze either of you. It feels good, intimate almost. Something just for the two of you. 

Hell's Kitchen can have Daredevil all they want as long as Matty is the one coming home to you. 

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[chvoswxtch]

carnal desire

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader

summary: after a long night defending hell's kitchen, matt seeks a release within you.

warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 3k

a/n: all of the warnings. every single one of them. all the kinks. this was purely me going feral over the black suit of sin. i refuse to apologize. happy sinning. as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated!

Any trace of guilt Matt felt about slipping through your window in the middle of the night vanished the second the purity of your scent enveloped him. The steady rhythm of your heart had lured him in like a siren’s song, and even though he could tell from three blocks away that you were deep beneath the blanket of sleep, he’d made up his mind that he would ask for your forgiveness later.

Matt carefully shut the window that you left unlatched just for him, keeping his footsteps light as he followed the familiar path from the living room to your bedroom. Removing his gloves from his hands, his fingers twitched at his sides sensing the soft silk slip that covered your body. His favorite. Matt had gotten it for you as a gift, and you had gone out and bought it in several more colors claiming it was the softest thing you had ever worn. Your skin was incredibly soft as it was, but covered in the fabric of silk…God that was something else.

Toeing his boots off by your door, he silently snuck around the bed to perch on the edge of it, removing the cloth mask from his face to set on your nightstand. He allowed his fingertips to trail faintly along from the top of your shoulder down to your wrist languidly, repeating the path in the opposite direction as he felt you begin to stir. He should feel bad about waking you up at such an hour, knowing you had to be up early for work, but his carnal desire couldn’t be tamed tonight, and the Devil wanted his fill.

“Wake up, sweetheart.”

Matt brushed his lips along the shell of your ear as he whispered, starting a trail of open mouthed kisses along your jawline. The feeling of his coarse facial hair tickled slightly, and even subconsciously, you leaned into his touch. Matt smiled to himself at this, always loving the way your body reacted to him. It filled him with a sense of pride and power, knowing only he could elicit that kind of reaction from you. He lightly grabbed your face in his hand to turn it more towards himself, leaning in to bump his nose against yours before placing a soft kiss to your lips.

“Come on, angel. Wake up for me.”

The labor of your breathing became lighter, signaling to him that he had gotten through to you. As you began to slowly wake up, you felt a blaze of warmth cradling your face, and realized the velvet timber of Matt’s voice wasn’t just echoing in your dreams; he was here. Blinking a few times, Matt’s shadowed form suddenly came into focus, and you instinctively grabbed onto his wrist.

“Matty?”

“Hi, pretty girl.”

Letting your eyes adjust to the darkness, you sat up slowly to face Matt, trying to get a good look at him with the aid of the glowing moonlight filtering in through your curtains. He didn’t appear to be in bad shape that you could tell, and his face was surprisingly free of blood and bruising. Placing your palm on his chest, a slight shiver ran through you feeling the heat coming off his body beneath the thin black athletic shirt he wore. As much as you wished he would wear something that could actually protect him from harm, you couldn’t deny how goddamn good he looked in the black outfit he wore. The shirt and pants clung to his body like a second skin, shaping every outline and ridge of muscle in his chest, showcasing his strong arms and powerful thighs, and curved perfectly around that glorious ass of his.

“I’m not hurt.”

There was a somewhat playful smile gracing the corner of his mouth, but the Devil was still nestled in his voice. Your lips parted slightly as you stared at him, trying to figure out which version of your boyfriend was sitting in front of you right now.

He slowly tilted his head to the side, most likely picking up on the increase in speed of your heart rate. He still held your face in his palm, staying quiet for a moment as he trailed the pad of his thumb along the entirety of your bottom lip.

“But I wouldn’t have woken you if it wasn’t important.”

“I don’t mind when you wake me up, you know that.”

Whatever remorse might have been swimming around in his conscience disappeared with those words. He loosened his hold on your face, only to let his hand fall slowly down the column of your neck, keeping his fingers loose and his hand open as he placed his palm flat against your sternum. He always gave you an option to say no before he let himself loose.

“Good girl.”

A quiet gasp slipped past your lips, and suddenly you were wide awake. You knew exactly who was sitting in front of you right now, and exactly what he wanted. 

“What do you need, D?”

Matt cherished that the two of you knew each other so well, that words weren’t always needed. Sometimes he struggled to find the right ones, but you still knew what he meant anyway. You could read him almost as well as he could read you. 

“You, angel. Always you.”

The aroma of your arousal beginning to leak between your thighs had him inhaling deeply, letting out a low growl that went straight to your core. His fingers began to coil around your delicate neck, trying his best to keep the Devil at bay until you granted him the key to unlock his chains.

“Then take me. I’m yours.”

God had never answered a single one of his prayers, but you always did, and you were the one thing the Devil and the man seemed to agree on worshiping.

Although you never voiced it outloud, you sensed that Matt had figured out just how much you enjoyed it when he let the mask of the charming Catholic lawyer slip and showed you the side of himself he usually only reserved for the wicked that lurked in the shadows. Matt was an exceptionally attentive lover, and your needs were always fulfilled, sometimes more than you could handle. But when he let the darker side of him take over…when he gave in completely to the Devil inside him and really lost control…well that’s when you and the Devil both got to have your fun.

Sex with Matt when he was in this headspace was usually hard and rough, not that you minded the slightest. He seemed to be hellbent on testing your limits, and you were more than willing to let him try and break you. You were just as curious as he was to see how far he could push you. It was like there was a relief he was able to find inside you that he couldn’t find out on the streets some nights, and if you were being honest with yourself, you preferred him searching for it within you where at least you knew he was safe.

But something about tonight seemed…different. As soon as you granted him your permission, something inside him flipped, and you could see it flash in his eyes like a comet darting across the sky.

There was nothing gentle about the way he grabbed your hair by the roots, forcing you onto the floor onto your knees as he sat on the edge of your bed, spreading his legs wide enough for you to fit between. He yanked your head back by your hair, causing you to let out a noise of surprise as you stared up at his shadowed features. This was definitely new, and while the way he tugged at your hair stung slightly, it was completely drowned out by the dull ache that had formed between your thighs and the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your own ears.

“You know what to do.”

Matt’s voice was huskier than usual, and it made you shiver despite the heat growing between your thighs. You weren’t sure if tonight had been a bad night, or he was simply testing your limits more than he ever had, but you were more than happy to comply. Your fingers made quick work of tearing open his belt, tugging his pants and briefs down just enough to free his cock. He quickly darted his hand out to grip onto your wrist roughly when you reached for him, making a tsk tsk noise in the back of his throat.

“No hands. Just your mouth.”

Without giving you another second to hesitate, Matt gripped onto the back of your head and guided your mouth to his aching cock, a slight hiss leaving his lips when the warmth of your tongue met the underside of his sensitive head. The saltiness of his precum coveting your taste buds made you moan, and he chuckled darkly above you as he shifted his hips upwards to slip more of himself past your lips.

“Always so eager to take my cock down your throat, aren’t you?”

All you could do was hum in response. You didn’t always get as many opportunities as you’d like to have him in your mouth. Ever the giver, Matt was usually the one with his mouth on you, and you usually had to catch him off guard or wait for him to get like this to get your turn. Sometimes it was so incredibly hard to convince the man he was just as worthy of pleasure, so when given the opportunity, you didn’t waste it. 

Matt panted above you, letting out little groans of pleasure which only encouraged you to take him deeper into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks to suck him even harder until drool started to dribble down your chin. He liked it when you got messy, and based off the low growl that ripped through his chest, you knew he could smell just how much of a mess sucking him off was creating between your thighs.

“Shit, you’re pratically dripping onto the fucking floor right now. You like sucking my cock that much? Such a filthy little whore for me, aren’t you? You’d stay on your knees all fucking night if I wanted you too, wouldn’t you?”

Matt clearly wasn’t satisfied with the hum you gave him, because his hand was suddenly around your throat, nearly cutting off your air flow as he pulled your mouth off of him, bending down slightly so that your noses were merely an inch apart.

“I asked you a question. I expect an answer.”

“Yes…yes, whatever you want.”

Your voice was hoarse and breathless as it came out, and an absolutely sinful smirk split across Matt’s lips as he cocked his head to the side with a low hum deep within his chest.

“Whatever I want?”

“Yes.”

“Open your mouth.”

Without hesitation, you parted your lips, to which Matt tightened his hold around your throat, causing your eyes to widen as he dropped his voice an octave lower.

“Wider.”

There was a hardness to his voice you had never heard before, and you whimpered as you opened your mouth as wide as you could. Without missing a beat, Matt suddenly spit into your mouth, giving your throat a tight squeeze.

“Swallow.”

Your eyes doubled in size at the act, and you immediately followed his command to his amusement. Matt chuckled darkly again, his tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip as he snarled.

“You pathetic little slut.”

Matt suddenly rose to his full height, pulling you up with him as he shoved you onto your bed roughly. He pushed your slip up your hips, ripping your panties clean off to toss behind him as he climbed onto the mattress behind you. Even though you knew he could smell the slick between your thighs, that didn’t stop him from bending down to spit onto your pussy, nudging your legs apart with his knee as he gripped onto your hips and easily slipped his cock within your warm walls.

A loud moan of surprise tore from your throat at the sudden intrusion. Matt usually at least gave you a warning, even when he was like this, but your eyes widened when your hazy brain abruptly realized something.

“Wait-”

A loud slap echoed throughout the room as a harsh sting from his palm came down against your ass, jolting your body forward and causing you to squeeze your eyes shut. 

“Shut the fuck up, and take it.”

A soft whimper left your lips as you gripped onto your sheets when he started mercilessly pounding into you from behind. It took everything in you to be able to focus enough to get the words out.

“Matt…you’re not…fuck…condom…”

Panic suddenly started to rise within your chest. You weren’t on the pill, and Matt hadn’t slipped on a condom. You knew it because you could feel everything. Every ridge of every single vein, the slope of the head, his entire cock was practically being imprinted within your walls. The heat from Matt’s body was suddenly everywhere as he leaned over you, his fingers coiling around your throat again tightly, his deep voice pouring into your ear as he growled lowly.

“No. You’re fucking mine, you understand? This is my pussy. It belongs to me. I’ll fuck it how I want, when I want. You’re gonna let me fill this tight little cunt up, and you’re gonna take every fucking drop like the good girl you are. And you’re gonna fucking leave it there, so everytime you move, you feel me. You understand?”

You should be concerned. You should be worrying about the implications about what this meant. What if you did get pregnant? What did that mean for you and Matt? Did he really want that? Did you?

But fuck it was so hard to concentrate on anything other than how good it felt to be getting fucked by him like this. Somewhere in your subconscious you decided that if Matt didn’t care, neither did you.

You could faintly hear his words in your ear, but from the way he was restricting your air flow, and the way the head of his cock kept hitting that spongy tissue within you with a vengeance over and over that made you see stars, you couldn’t answer. You felt like you were on the verge of passing out until his warm breath draped over your neck, his words echoing in your ear from somewhere far away.

“That’s it…fucking take it. Take it like I know you can. Fuck…you feel so goddamn good. You’re mine, yeah? C’mon baby, tell me. Tell me you’re mine. What’s the matter baby, huh? I fuck you stupid already? You gonna come on my cock like the pathetic whore you are?”

The headboard on your bed was banging against the wall so loudly, it sounded like it was about to go straight through. Everything in your room seemed to shake, as if there was a high magnitude earthquake happening, and even though it had been nighttime a few minutes ago, suddenly the sun was erupting right before your eyes, blinding you completely. You couldn’t see anything but pure white or hear anything but a faint ringing in your ears, and your body convulsed with an overwhelming sense of pleasure that brought tears to your eyes, every faint touch causing you to jerk away. 

The soft lull of a gentle voice in your ears slowly brought you back down as warmth spread throughout your entire body, and you could just barely make out the gentle touch of someone’s palm cradling your face. After a few minutes of trying to catch your breath, you realized it was Matt’s voice whispering softly in your ear.

“C’mon baby, come back to me.”

Your body felt like it was buzzing with pure electricity coursing through your veins, and the slightest shift of his hips had you crying out in overstimulation, futilely trying to crawl away as tears slipped past your waterline. Matt shushed you quietly, allowing the warmth and weight of his body on top of yours to slowly calm you down, pressing soft kisses along your jawline and running his fingers through your hair to soothe you.

“Shh, it’s alright angel. It’s alright, just breathe for me. Are you okay? Was it too much?”

“I…I…don’t know. It’s…just…I don’t-”

“Shh, just relax. Let me hold you. Just feel me, honey. Focus on me. I’ve got you, okay?”

After a few moments of Matt kissing your cheek lovingly and delicately stroking through your hair, all the nerves in your body seemed to relax, and your eyes became heavy with exhaustion. A shiver coursed through you feeling the heat of his release starting to slip down your inner thighs.

“Matty?”

“Yes my love?”

“Stay.”

Matt chuckled softly, carefully detaching his hips from yours, causing you both to wince from the loss of contact. He quickly shed the rest of his clothes before pulling you into the safety of his arms, tugging the covers up around you while pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“Where else would I go, hm? You’re here. I wanna be wherever you are, baby.”

“Matty?”

“Yes, angel?”

“We didn’t…you didn’t…what if-”

“Shh, we’ll figure it out in the morning. Go back to sleep, my love.”

“Matty?”

He couldn’t help but smile at the sleepiness in your voice, nuzzling his nose against your cheek as his arms tightened around you.

“What is it, honey?”

“Love you.”

Even as you drifted in and out of consciousness, you could feel Matt’s smile pressed against your cheek.

“Love you more, angel.”

There were a million questions floating around in your head, but exhaustion seemed to fill your blood like lead, and the comfort of Matt’s body heat coaxed you back into a slumber quickly. Whatever questions you had could be answered in the morning. At least right now, you could fall asleep knowing that Matt was safe, and he was with you.

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[ellephlox]

Obstinacy

Summary: You get sick and refuse to let Matt help you because you don’t want him to get sick, too — the question is, how long can you keep him away?

Pairing: Matt x fem!reader

Warnings: Some gross pneumonia descriptions, light swearing, nothing else!

A/N: So I’ve been away for awhile, and I’m really sorry about that. I’ve been trying to write my own book and I finished the second draft, so taking the time for fan fiction has been on the back burner lately. But of course with the RETURN OF OUR BELOVED KING on She-Hulk, I had to take the time to write something because IM STILL FREAKING OUT GUYS MATT IS BACK AND HES SO AMAZING AND HOT AND ALLSKJF LSDKFJLSKDJFLSDK

You felt the chest pain on your way home from work — the kind that arrived out of nowhere, as though it dropped from the sky into your lungs, and seriously made you wonder how colds were able to work that quickly. 

Of course, maybe it wasn’t a cold. You kept your hopes up as you cooked dinner, testing your chest a few times with a few large intakes of breath, but each time was the same result: a small tickle in the back, like a little voice saying, Hey, I’m here, and you’re going to be miserable for the next couple of days! 

Which really stunk, if you were being honest. It was getting towards mid-October and you were hoping to carve pumpkins with Matt or do some other corny autumn activity that every other normal couple did in the city. Not that you two weren’t normal. But other couples didn’t really have to contend with the whole I’ll-see-you-later-honey-after-I-beat-up-some-bad-guys-tonight, and you figured it must make movie nights a lot more frequent for most people than it did for you and Matt. That was another thing on your list, too — watching a horror movie to get into the Halloween spirit. 

“I’m not into horror movies,” Matt had said when you’d pitched the idea to him. “Audio commentary kind of kills the whole scary aspect.”

“Then you’re watching the wrong movies. I don’t mean movies with gallons of blood and cheap jump scares. I mean psychological horrors, the kinds that make you stay awake at night because they’re that freaky. We’re doing it, Murdock, whether you want to or not.”

Whether you want to or not, however, didn’t include the extenuating circumstances of getting sick.

It took longer than usual to get up the stairs to your apartment. You felt so drained that you wouldn’t have minded showering and then crashing into bed, if you weren’t hungry. The wind rattled at your windows as you cooked a big pot of rice, enough to last the next few days. You’d bought fixings yesterday to make a homemade curry with it, but one look at your pantry and you scrapped those plans in exchange for half a jar of pesto with a dubious expiration date on it. Matt wasn’t supposed to be over until after seven in the evening, thanks to the unforgiving hours of lawyering, but you called him as you stirred the pesto in with the rice. 

“I was wondering when you’d call,” he said. His voice was lighthearted. 

“Hi,” you said, as casually as possible. “How was your day?”

“I officially reduced the pile of paperwork on my desk from ten inches high to eight inches high, so I’d call it a success. You at your place?”

“Yeah. Hey, I wanted to let you know that I think I’m coming down with something, so maybe you should stay at your own place tonight.” Before Matt could ask, you added, “I’m fine. Just one of the colds that’s going around. But I’d feel horrible if you got it.”

“What about the pumpkins?”

“Pumpkins can wait. I haven’t even bought them yet.”

“Oh.” He sounded disappointed, and your stomach flipped. What a way to boost my self-esteem that he actually likes me. “How about we just don’t share sodas, then?”

You frowned. “Last time this happened, I told you to stay away from me and then you just ended up kissing me. The next day, lo and behold, you started coughing. So, no. Not happening.”

“You kissed me, if I remember correctly.”

“Excuse me? What kind of a lawyer are you? That’s gaslighting, sir.”

He continued, ignoring you. “Maybe I’ll just hear some suspicious noises coming from your apartment tonight. And then I’ll have to investigate, because it’s my civic duty as the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. And when I see a beautiful girl, sitting on the couch and pathetically eating rice and pesto alone, I’ll just have to join her. Accidentally, of course.”

“What I’m interpreting from that is that you go cuddle up with any girl that you find eating alone in her apartment.”

“What I’m interpreting is that Matt says he’s doing all these dangerous things at night but really he’s just chilling out while enjoying the lavish praise of being a local superhero,” Foggy said, his voice distant in the background. 

You snorted. “Am I on speakerphone?”

“No,” Foggy answered, sounding far too cheerful for someone working far beyond sunset. “Matt just keeps his phone volume weirdly high for someone who supposedly has super-hearing.”

“I do have super-hearing, Foggy.”

“Then how are you not shattering your eardrums? Between your phone volume and crashing at girls’ apartments to eat rice and pesto, I’m really doubting this whole Daredevil façade,” Foggy said. 

“Anyway,” Matt cut in, “I’ll pop in tonight, just to bring over some food and meds. Do you want anything specific?”

“Matt, really. I don’t want you catching this. And it’s late, you should get home and actually get some sleep for once. I’m fine, it just feels like a cold.” You would have elaborated, but your chest decided to seize at that moment, and you had to trail off quickly before it became apparent in your voice. 

He sort of listened to you that night. He had swung by (through the window? Or with the spare key you’d given him? There was no way to know) and dropped off food, but it was while you were asleep, and it looked as though he’d only gone into the kitchen then left. 

You’d only found the food when you wandered in blearily at three in the morning, sweating and freezing at the same time. There was no point for the thermometer; a fever was obvious and you didn’t particularly care what the number was. The cough was worse, though. It made it hard to fall back asleep — every few seconds you’d feel as though your lungs were spasming, and the back of your throat felt as though it had been bitten by fire ants. 

Sirens rang in the distance. You hoped it wasn’t for something Matt was involved in; not because you didn’t trust him to handle it, but because it was three in the morning and you’d kick his ass if he wasn’t sleeping at this point. 

Then the headache hit you. Maybe you wouldn’t be kicking his ass anytime soon. 

The pressure was enough to make you stumble into the counter as you rummaged for a glass of water. Everything about your arms felt off, as though your muscles had been crushed into powder, and you misjudged your grasp on the glass. It fell, crashing to the floor and skating outwards like a nebula of knives. Automatically you reached for the paper towels, and in your haze you stepped forward. 

Barefooted. 

Glass crunched under your foot and you swore, not at the pain but at your own stupidity. It took another half an hour to bandage up the bottom of your foot and at that point you were too exhausted to finish cleaning up the glass. 

When you woke up next, sun was filtering through your curtains and your mouth was as dry as though you’d swallowed ten cotton swabs. Dazed, you picked up your phone, and squinted at the notifications; one missed call from Matt and a followup text. Quickly you sent him an I’m okay message and then fell back onto your pillow. 

The fever felt worse. Goosebumps ran up and down your legs, but you were simultaneously sweaty under your sheets, so you threw them off to go shower. Only then did you remember the glass you’d stepped on because your foot protested angrily as soon as you placed it onto the carpet. 

Hopping was the only option remaining, and that expended just about every ounce of energy you’d garnered while sleeping, so that you just about collapsed against the bathroom wall, wheezing, by the time you’d made it. And of course that was when your phone rang, so you hopped back to your room, and barely made it in time before it went to voicemail. 

“Hello?” you croaked. 

“That’s all I need to hear. I’m coming over.”

“I... what?”

“Yeah. You sound terrible, Y/N.” Matt’s voice was overly concerned, and you didn’t like it at all; you could practically feel the pity coming off of him. At least, it felt like pity. And that wasn’t what you wanted. 

“Matt, not only will I personally make you rue the day that you step foot in here while I’m sick, but—” You broke off, coughing, and wincing at the same time because you could imagine Matt’s expression on the other end.

“I don’t like talking to you over the phone,” he said in a low voice. “I hate not hearing your heartbeat, hearing your lungs, feeling your temperature. You’re being overruled. I’m coming.”

“Don’t you have to be at the court today?”

“Not until ten.”

Defeated, you flung the phone on the other side of the room. That conversation sucked out everything you had, and you gave up on the idea of taking a shower. The bed looked much more comfortable. It didn’t help that your breaths were getting alarmingly short, and it was difficult to draw in anything more than a quick inhale. Your eyes were closed for about five seconds before they popped back open. 

Matt was coming. Damn it, damn it, damn it. You went to the windows and locked them all, then crossed to the front door. He had a spare key, but you also had a bolt, and you slid it across, feeling somewhat proud of yourself for having made the trek to the entryway. The bar is very, very low at this point. 

You’d run a marathon right now before letting Matt get anywhere near you. That resolve was the only thing penetrating the fog around your head, and you double-checked the windows again. It wasn’t as though he’d be leaping and climbing up to them, anyway; he was coming from the office, and would therefore be in his lawyer suit. With the number of people down on the streets and the broad daylight, Matt would be hard-pressed to make it up to your fire escape without the newspaper headline being BLIND ACROBAT BREAKING AND ENTERING IN HELL’S KITCHEN the next day. 

Sure enough, ten minutes later Matt was outside your door, and his sharp rap on the door did nothing to make you move. You sat at the counter, sipping on some water, and shook your head. “Nope. Not happening.”

“Y/N, I can hear the crackling in your lungs,” he said, his patience more intact than you would have expected. He thinks he’s going to win.

“My lungs aren’t crackling. They’re just... not feeling so hot.” Now overly-conscious of your breathing, you tried to make your breaths smoother and less obviously sick. 

There was a pause on the other side of the door. “You’ve got too fast of a heartbeat. Unlock the bolt or I’ll kick the door down.”

“Yeah, my heart’s racing, because there’s a man threatening to kick my door down,” you said, and feeling inspired, you clicked the on button of the remote next to you. The television flashed to life, showing the weather report, and you turned the volume up. Take that, Matt. “See? No more lung crackling or racing heartbeats.”

The only issue was that now you could hardly hear him. You barely made out his next sentence, it was so faint on the other side of the door. “I can still hear both, you know,” he said, muffled. “You know how many televisions there are in the average block of apartments that I have to filter out every single night?”

“Shit.” You shut the television off. “Listen away, then. It’s not going to change anything because I’m not letting you in.” 

“I wasn’t kidding about kicking the door down.”

"And I’m not kidding about not letting you in. Plus, you’d have some tough questions to answer when my neighbors report you for kicking down my door, Devil Man.”

“Why won’t you accept help when you need it? You really need a doctor.”

“Hypocrite,” you said under your breath, relishing the fact that he could hear you.

“I can hear you.” Just as you’d expected. “And what I do is irrelevant to the fact that you’re currently sitting in your apartment with what’s probably pneumonia.”

“Oh, it’s not pneumonia,” you said dismissively, though you felt awful enough that he was probably right. At least, your lungs seemed to concur with that diagnosis, and as if to verbally agree with him you coughed, wheezing and choking for air.  

“If I didn’t have to be at the court in half an hour, I’d go home and get into the suit just to have an excuse to come through your window right now.” Matt was pissed, that was for sure. There was a dangerous undertone to his voice, softened only by that ever-present concern in what he was saying. 

“I know, Matt.” You rolled your eyes. “It’s a lost cause, alright? Tomorrow I’ll be feeling a lot better and then maybe — maybe — I’ll let you come in. And that’s if we keep all the windows open for fresh air and—”

“Why do I smell your blood?”

You glanced down at your foot. Traitor. It had stopped bleeding ages ago, but you should’ve changed the bandage again one more time before Matt showed up. “I’m... doing acupuncture. On myself.”

“Y/N.”

“Fine. I made a blood oath and pricked my thumb to assure myself that I will never, ever let you catch a sickness from me.”

“In ten seconds this door is coming down unless you tell me. And if you could hear my heartbeat, you’d know I’m not lying.”

“Fine! I just stepped on some glass, okay? But my foot is fine, it’s seen worse days. I mean, you should’ve seen that time that I got a pedicure and the lady told me my heels were the most cracked she’d seen in a long time.” You were rambling, and that wasn’t a good idea, because it made you lose your breath and then you were gasping for air. 

After another five minutes of arguing that ended only when you swore to call the doctor if you got any worse, he left, grumbling that Foggy would kill both of you if he was late for court, and that was the only reason he was giving up — “temporarily”. 

Only when it was too late did you realize that was a mistake, and that you should have let him help.  

It was past two in the afternoon when you woke up from a nap, and every muscle in your body felt as though it were frozen. You were trembling slightly from the cold, but couldn’t muster the energy to even sit up and grab the blanket at the foot of your bed. It was difficult to swallow, and you clutched at your throat, certain that someone must be standing over you and clasping their hands around your neck, but there was no one there. 

“Matt,” you whispered, expecting him to be there, or to hear you, but there was no one. Taking slow breaths, you tried to calm down on your own. One, two, three. One, two, three. All you could manage were short, raspy breaths that hardly got enough air, and your head pounded. Blindly you reached out for your glass of water, and nearly dropped it again, your hands were shaking so much. The feeling of your lips against the rim was like pressing a dried sponge to the edge of a bowl and the water tasted sour in your mouth. 

And then you tried swallowing. It was as though someone had blocked up your throat, because you couldn’t swallow, and you gasped, heart racing as panic flooded through you; for a moment you couldn’t breathe and then you finally coughed up the water, chest heaving from the sharpness of each cough. You grabbed a tissue, hacking into it for at least another thirty seconds, and finally a glob of mucus came up and your airway cleared up just enough that you could breathe a bit more. 

You almost tossed the tissue to the floor without looking at it, but a flash of red caught your eye. 

Blood. In the mucus. 

That was the tipping point for you. Didn’t people die shortly after coughing up blood in the movies? That was how it went. A character coughs, looks into their hand, and then resignedly tucks it away without the other characters seeing. It was like the knoll of death, ringing in your ears. 

You hardly knew what you were doing as you dialed Matt’s number, not even thinking about what you were tapping into your phone but allowing muscle memory to guide you. 

“Hello?” He picked up almost immediately. 

“Matt—” You started to speak his name, but halted; it was too painful. Dropping your voice to a whisper, you started over. “Matt, I think I need you here.”

“What? What is it?” 

“I’m—” You glanced down at the tissue. Literally dying here? That was a surefire way to make Matt have a heart attack. “I’m not doing so well. I might take you up on your offer to help.”

He didn’t hesitate. “I’ll be over in five minutes. Did you call the doctor already?”

“No.” The thought of calling the doctor was exhausting on its own. 

Matt seemed to notice that. “I’ll call,” he assured you. “Can you breathe alright?”

“Not really.” Tears were spiking in your eyes and you brushed them away. “I just coughed and... there was some blood in it.” You wheezed for breath, the drawing in of air rattling everything inside of you and getting caught at the top of your throat.

“I’m taking you to a hospital.”

“But—”

“No, sweetheart. You need a real doctor. I’ll be over in a minute.”

Somehow you must have fallen asleep again, because Matt was lifting you from the bed and you wrapped your arms around him. “Can’t breathe,” you whispered, gasping for breath. 

“I know. I can hear your lungs,” Matt said, voice strained. “I’ve got a cab waiting on the street. Can you walk or do you need me to carry you?”

“I... I can walk.” You slung an arm around him and made your way slowly out of the room, limping with every step on your bandaged foot. Matt, to his credit, allowed you to do what you could. His tie was loosened and his suit jacket was gone, but he still wore a button-down, tucked into his pants. 

“Bet you won your case, then,” you whispered, hardly even aware of what was coming out of your mouth. “No one can... say no to this.”

“This?”

“Hm. This.” You meant to nod up and down at Matt, but it came across as more of a head shake. “You.”

And then your assertion that you could walk proved difficult to fulfill, so you redirected your efforts to not face-planting in your living room, despite the strong, steady hands Matt kept on you the entire time. Once you reached your stairs he took over for the most part; your feet were hardly touching the ground with the amount of support he was giving. 

That was where your memory cut out. You must have passed out, because the next time you opened your eyes, it was in the hospital bed, and Matt was reading next to you, his long gaze fixed on the wall in front of him as his fingers danced over the text. 

“Hi,” you whispered lamely. Everything about you was groggy and it was hard enough just to focus on him. 

Him. Only he could look handsome in a hospital. At some point he’d exchanged the suit for a tee shirt and sweats, and his hair stuck out at every angle possible. You wondered vaguely if he’d come from Fogwell’s. 

He set the book down, relief evident on his face. “Hey, sweetie. How are you doing?”

You ignored his question. “How do you always manage to look good?”

He nudged you. “I should be the one asking you that.”

“That’s... the biggest lie I’ve ever heard. Even if you weren’t blind, it’d be a lie.” You closed your eyes, then opened them again. The ceiling was too white. “What happened?”

"Aspiration pneumonia.”

“Hm?”

“You have aspiration pneumonia,” he said. “Which just happens to be a type of pneumonia that’s not contagious.”

You meditated on this. “So?”

“So you could’ve let me into your apartment, that whole time,” he said, looking distinctly indignant, and it was enough to make you laugh. The laugh was short-lived, because it quickly transformed into a wracking cough that made your entire chest throb, but Matt was on his feet in an instant, holding your hand.

Only when the coughing stopped did you remember the bolt on your door. “Matt?”

“Yeah?”

“How’d you get in?”

“Broke down the door, like I promised.”

“Are... are you serious? What about the neighbors?”

He laughed. “You know, breaking down a door isn’t incriminating evidence that I’m Daredevil. I told them you were having an emergency, and when they saw you, they believed me.”

“They saw me?” You didn’t remember an audience when Matt was helping you out of the apartment.

“Well, you were taking your sweet time on the stairs, and coughing loudly enough for anyone in a mile radius to hear you, so yeah, they wanted to see what was happening.”

You buried your face in your hands. “That’s just great. And now, what, is my apartment wide open for anyone to go in?”

“No, I called in a favor with Foggy, and he’s hanging out there until someone can come in and fix it.”

“Even better. Now I’m indebted to Foggy.”

Matt smiled coyly. “Oh, and I should mention—”

“Oh, no. What?”

“—that there’s something else you’ll love about all of this.”

“Stop smiling like that. Why are you smiling like that?”

“Aspiration pneumonia is commonly associated with the institutionalized elderly. In other words, it’s a nursing home problem.”

“A nursing home problem?”

“A nursing home problem,” he confirmed. “I was thinking that maybe for your next birthday I could get you fitted for dentures.”

“Hilarious. Really, so funny. You really should have been a comedian. I swear to you that the next time you get sick, I’m going to make fun of you and you’ll never hear the end of it. Got it?”

He grinned and squeezed your hand. “Murdocks don’t get sick.”

“That is the second biggest lie I’ve ever heard. I seem to recall that time you projectile-vomited off of the Ferris wheel.”

“Because I was motion-sick, not sick-sick.”

Your eyelids were already getting heavy just from the five-minute conversation. You beckoned him closer and leaned onto his shoulder, pressing yourself into his warmth. He smelled like fresh deodorant and coffee. “Pumpkin carving as soon as I can leave?”

“Definitely,” he said, placing your fingers onto the pulse that drummed under his wrist. “And this time, I’m not lying.”

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[cellophaine]

I NEED MATT MURDOCK BENCH PRESSING HIS LOVER SO MUCH PLEASE!!!

Home Gym

Pairing: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

Warning: Fluff.

Author's Note: I hope this is good. Good enough. Decent. Halfway decent. I'll settle for adequate. Anyway, happy weekend!

Share and feedback are welcomed!

GIF Credit: @uuuhshiny

You believed cold mornings were destined to be spent in bed, lounging in the softness of silk sheets next to your boyfriend's warm body. Especially when it was on the weekend. But Matt had another idea. He wanted to head to Fogwell and get a headstart on his day because he knew he would spend the whole day in the apartment once he surrendered.

'You're too distracting. I can't focus when I'm around you,' he said, making your heart race and cheeks flush.

Matt pushed himself off the mattress, revealing the bare expanse of his back. Your eyes greedily drank in the way his muscles rolled with every movement, the way his skin was ghosted with goosebumps as it was exposed to cold air. Before he could leave the bed, you winded a leg around his waist and pulled with all your might. Matt fell back, and you immediately wrapped your limbs around him, trapping him on top of you. A soft chuckle escaped his throat, and you could feel the vibration of it. He shifted as much as you allowed until he faced you with a broad smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He braced himself on his hands, carefully keeping some of his weight off you. You craned your neck, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

"Oh, come on. Stay with me, please?"

Matt smiled ruefully at your plea.

"There's nothing I'd love more, but I already missed yesterday."

As if he could see the pout slowly forming on your lips, he quickly added.

"I won't be gone for long. Then, we'll have the whole day together."

You sighed in resignation, knowing that you would have to physically let him go at one point. An idea sparked in your head. Maybe you could convince him otherwise.

How hard would it be to be a human weight? As it turned out – quite hard. It took you a few tries, but you finally figured it out. You kept your legs straight, your arms fastened to the sides and allowed Matt to hoist you up with his strength. The first rep was hard because you couldn't stop laughing and flailing at how ridiculous it was. With one hand on your back and the other on your ass, he balanced you with his hands splayed. You felt a slow drop and rise with every careful move, accompanied by his grunts of exertion. You breathed softly, trying not to shake so Matt wouldn't drop you. The small gusts of exhales through his mouth brushed lightly on the bare skin on your back as your shirt rose, tickling you. You held it in, trying to keep still.

But you couldn't hold it for long. Your body shook lightly, and even as you kept your lips sealed, you couldn't help a small shake run through your body. From below, Matt grunted, and you could hear all the amusement in his deep baritone.

"I could tell you're laughing, sweetheart."

"I'm trying not to, I swear!"

Despite the delighted chuckle that slipped out, Matt only slowed down. His fingers on your back twitched slightly, and you couldn't hold it anymore.

"Matt I can't keep–"

You could only warn him before slipping out of Matt's grasp. You fell on top of him with a shriek. He groaned; the sound seemed more humour than pain. You immediately got up, frantically searching for injuries.

"I'm so sorry!! Are you okay?"

Matt only laughed softly, pulling you on top of him without a word. His hands found themselves on your lower back and neck, pressing you even closer to him. He pressed a kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, before nudging your head to rest on his chest.

"I'm okay. I'm okay."

He patted your back as if to emphasize his reassurance. You felt the gentle strokes on your hair and relaxed in his hold. You kissed his rib to make up for the fall, your hand absent-mindedly caressing his torso.

"You're right. I should have let you go."

With a resigned sigh, you pushed yourself up but were stopped short as Matt tightened his hold. He closed his eyes, his head tilted back to rest on the floor.

"Stay. Now I'm too comfortable to leave."

Your eyes widened in excitement, and you quickly settled against him. For a while after that, you were intertwined in each other's embrace in Matt's living room with the soft surface of the wool carpet underneath you, indulging in all the time and comfort you needed.

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[farfromstrange]

Lizzi's Kinktober 2023

Day 1: Praise

October 16th, 2023

Main Masterlist | Kinktober Masterlist (coming soon)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader (It's mostly afab, but I used "good girl" twice)

Summary: Matt's silver tongue works best when it praises you while he fingers you.

Warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT (18+ MINORS DNI), fingering, praise

Word Count: ~920

A/n: This is a short one, and a rather tame one, but I had a long day. I think it works well for the first day. These fics will get smuttier, hornier, and longer each day. This is just a small taste to get you started. Enjoy!

The room is filled with a cacophony of needy moans and heavy breaths. The bed creaks with every arch of your back. Sweat drips down the wasteland of your flushed skin as you try to squirm away yet push closer to the hands touching along the sensitive inside of your thighs, inching closer to your wet, needy cunt. 

You’re dripping. It’s not like you want to be, but he is everywhere, and his lips are pressed too tightly to your ear, you can’t escape. You’re not sure you want to. You can’t hide the fact that the effect he has on you is quite bothering you because no matter how hard you try, he regains control every time you push back, and you are so vulnerable under his touch, you feel yourself floating away in a strange river that leads to neverland. 

You love him, and you love what he’s doing, but you’re also stubborn. It’s in your nature. Though as soon as he’s got you pinned to the mattress, naked and dripping for him, with his hands everywhere but where you need him, you can’t help but falter in your stubbornness. 

And your obedience always gets rewarded in a way that makes you want to do it even more. 

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Matt’s hot breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

He sounds like sin, yet the words drip like the sweetest honey from the tip of your tongue, and they inject themselves into your bloodstream. You can feel it pulsating in your core. You can feel your pulse and your breathing, and you can hear everything that’s happening yet nothing at all. His hands… oh, his hands. You can only focus on his stupid hands as they slide up and down your bare thighs. 

When he finally slides a finger through your slick folds, teasing your clit with his index finger every so slightly, you let out another needy moan. You’re right where he wants you, on the brink of ecstasy. 

“You’re doing so well,” he says. No, he purrs. 

It’s hard to explain what his voice truly sounds like right now because everything is a blur to you, but it reminds you of toxic gravel that functions as a compulsion. He makes you shiver and shake. You can’t fight it. You can’t fight him. 

It is oh-so good. Way too good. But you love it. 

His tongue licks a long stripe along your neck, feeling your pulse jumping underneath. “You’re so beautiful. And so wet… All of this for me?”

You can’t help but reply, “Only you,” you moan. 

Matt picks up the pace of his index finger, applying a little more pressure to the swollen nub. “You have no idea how good you smell. How you taste… How good you are. You’re so good, sweetheart. And you’re doing so well for me.”

The curse that passes your lips is weak, broken, and so loud. 

His finger slips into your velvety walls. “You were made for me.”

If there is one thing Matt Murdock is good at, it is using words to drive you insane. He makes you feel good with his silver tongue, and he doesn’t even have to touch you with it. He knows how to make you squirm just by saying the right thing, by being so damn nice to you, by praising you in ways no one has ever praised you before; you eat it up every time.

You’re weak when it comes to him, but his words… his words always hold a special power over you, and everyone he comes in contact with. But especially you, when you are naked and vulnerable and writhing in his silk sheets. 

It’s the middle of October, yet you’re sweating. You’re so hot and wet, and it feels like a million degrees inside. 

“Let me hear you,” Matt whispers. In response, you let out another moan. “That’s it.” He chuckles softly, thrusting his finger deeper. He adds another one–his way of rewarding you. 

“You deserve this,” he curls his fingers up, “All of it.”

You believe him when he says it. You believe that you deserve the pleasure he gives you. No one has ever paid that much attention to you before. Every time you’re with him though, he heals the part of you that got used to giving and never receiving. So, he takes his time worshipping your body, and showing you how versatile the subject of pleasure truly is.

“Are you gonna come for me, sweetheart? Are you going to give me everything you’ve got like the good girl you are?”

Your back arches into his touch once again, inevitably forcing him deeper. “I want you,” the words escape you, but you have no idea what you’re saying. 

Matt offers a breathless chuckle, his free hand coming up to caress your head, your hair, your face, and then lastly, your lips. He kisses you. It’s a sweet kiss, sweeter than what his fingers are doing as they assault your g-spot, his thumb circling your clit–anything to drive you closer and closer to the edge. 

He presses his forehead against yours. “You have me,” he says. His hand wraps around yours and he places it right where his heart rests. “You have all of me. I’m yours.”

You whimper. “Please…”

“Come for me,” he tells you again, “And I’ll give you exactly what you want. ‘Cause good girls get what they deserve…”

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Kinktober Day 7

Day Six | 🌹Kinktober Masterlist🌹 | Day Eight

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting with ANY of these Kinktober prompts will be blocked.

Warnings: Morning sex; fingering; oral sex; safe sex; vaginal sex

It was rare to wake up with him, and rarer still to have the time to linger. 

Waking up to Matt was always a beautiful sight, but you had time to indulge in the early morning light, and in the calm Saturday morning quiet. You rolled onto your back as you eyed the alarm clock on the bedside table. You still had a little while before the alarm would go off. You could always try and fall back asleep for a little bit…Or you could get up early and make breakfast for the two of you. 

Well. Make breakfast was a little much. When you were this sleepy, you were far more likely to just order something for the two of you and put it on plates when it got there. You glanced over your shoulder, eyeing Matt as he slept.

You carefully rolled over, tucking your hands under your head and taking in his sleeping face. There was a small cut on the bridge of his nose, but you couldn’t see any other outward shows of his typical nightly activities. You reached out hesitantly, trailing your knuckles gently over his cheek. You smiled as his brows furrowed a little, his breath drawing in just a touch sharper than a moment before. You didn’t need him to say a thing to know better. 

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” You murmured. 

“You didn’t,” He reassured, voice low and gravelly in a way that tickled your brain. “I was on my way the second you moved.” 

“So I did wake you.” 

“Mm, but not in the way you thought you did.” Matt reached out, his fingers tracing gently over your hip before he smoothed his hand around your back, drawing you into his chest. You cuddled closer, sliding a leg between his and nuzzling into his neck. You drew in a deep breath, then hummed softly. He smelled so nice, the scent of his body wash curling around you.

“Someone showered when they got in,” You teased.  

“I didn’t want to come to bed reeking like the Hudson.”

It was enough to make you reel back, your face twisted in concern. Matt shook his head gently, smoothing a hand up over your arm. 

“Just a…Little midnight swim," He added.

“In the Hudson? Voluntarily?”

“Not exactly.” 

“...You worry the hell out of me.” 

“I know. Sorry.”

“Are you?”

You were teasing, of course, but Matt’s earnest insistence of, “I am,” made your stomach flip. Your gaze dropped to his chest as you swallowed thickly. 

“You’re a real a sap, Murdock,” You mumbled. 

“You bring it out in me.” Matt’s hand lifted to gently grasp your chin, gently drawing you in for a kiss. You relaxed as he pressed a tender kiss to your lips, chased by another, and then a third. You sighed softly, smoothing your hand over his cheek, up into his soft hair. Matt steered you back onto the mattress, humming against your lips. You smiled as his lips trailed down, brushing over the curve of your chin before smoothing down along the line of your neck. 

“What do you want for breakfast?” You mumbled. Matt slid his hand over your thigh, giving it a squeeze. 

“I think breakfast can wait,” Matt murmured. Your smile widened as his kisses trailed further down, his hand sneaking up under the fabric of your nightdress. You drew your knees up, cradling Matt’s hips as he pressed closer, easing the fabric up to bare your chest. The heat of his lips was maddening as he trailed his lips between the valley of your breasts, then turned his head, tracing the curve of one, then swiping his tongue along the nipple. You moaned softly, hips pressing against Matt’s as you felt him hardening against your thigh. 

You sighed his name softly as turned his head, giving your other breast the same treatment. His lips drifted down over your belly as he scooched back, the covers drawing away from your body as he moved. Matt’s hand slid warmly over your thigh, further parting your legs for him. You bit your lip as he trailed the tip of his nose over your pubic mound, then flicked his tongue teasingly against your lips. 

Before you could even think to beg, Matt opened his mouth just a touch wider, swiping his tongue broadly across your lips. You let your head rest back against the pillows, eyes falling shut as the tip of his tongue traced your slit, then swirled achingly slowly around your clit. You let out a breathy moan as the swirls turned to lazy upward strokes, stopping only when Matt closed his lips around the sensitive nub, giving your clit a gentle, sucking kiss. You reached down, sliding your fingers into his hair and gently scraping your nails over his scalp. Matt’s moan rumbled against you, the vibration making your thighs twitch around his shoulders. 

Matt’s tongue drifted lower, teasing at where you were growing more and more wet. He slipped a hand up over your inner thigh before he gently tapped the tip of your finger against your fluttering entrance. He tipped his chin up, lapping at your clit again as he eased his fore and middle fingers into you. You whimpered, raising your hands to toy and teased your breasts, cupping them and sweeping your thumbs over the pebbled nipples. Matt tipped his head from side to side, laving his tongue across your lips and clit as he gently curled and pumped his fingers into your slick channel. 

“Matt,” You warned softly, feeling the familiar heat coil in your stomach. He hummed in encouragement, leveling another sucking kiss to your clit, chased by swift lapping strokes. You gave your nipples a light pinch, moaning as your orgasm washed over you, clenching around his still-pumping fingers. He turned his head as you settled, brushing his slick lips against your quivering inner thigh. 

You untangled your fingers from his hair, trailing your knuckles along his jaw. 

“Lay back,” You urged softly. Matt smiled, straightening from where he was nestled between your thighs. You sat up, drawing off your nightdress and tossing it aside as Matt lay back down beside you. You leaned over him, kissing him gently, then tracing your tongue across his lips as your hand drifted down his body. You teased your nails over his muscled chest and abdomen, then traced your fingers over the band of his boxer-briefs, smoothing over his hard cock. You grinned as you felt it twitch beneath your touch, and heard Matt grunt softly. You massaged him through the soft fabric before you slid your hand beneath the band. Matt’s mouth opened beneath yours, your tongue tangling together as he sighed into the heady kiss. 

You tugged the band of the boxer-briefs down, allowing his cock to bob heavily between his legs. You lightly cupped it, loosely teasing up and down the thick shaft, and giggling as Matt’s hips chased the tantalizing heat. You turned your head, swiping your tongue across your lips as you eyed the flushed head, smoothing your thumb over the tip. You shifted, kneeling on the mattress and taking his cock between your lips. He groaned low in his chest, his palm smoothing over your ass as you took him more deeply into your mouth. You took him in in slowly, savoring the weight of the spongy head against your tongue. You swirled your tongue around his glans as your hand massaged the shaft. 

“Fuck,” Matt sighed, fingers drifting down your inner thigh, trailing between your damp lips to tease your still-tender clit. It was just a moment before his fingers eased into you again, pumping lazily. You whimpered, unable to help it. You drew back and tipped your head to the side, pillowing your lips along the shaft as your fingers traced the veined underside. His cock twitched again, a pearl of precum forming at the tip. You leaned up, tenderly swiping the bead away before taking his head back into your mouth. 

Matt loosed another soft, gravelly groan, his hips tipping up into your mouth just a little bit. 

“Sweetheart,” He murmured, “C’mere.” 

You pouted a little bit, giving his shaft another swipe with your tongue before leaning back. Your pout turned to a smile as Matt rolled over, grabbing a condom from the drawer of his bedside table. You laid down, watching him kneel up and roll the condom on. He leaned over you, bracing one hand beside your head as the other hand grasped his cock. He teased the tip along your opening, smiling as you tipped your hips up into the teasing swipe. Your smile faltered, mouth opening in a moan as he eased into you. You licked your lips, raising your hands to cup Matt’s cheeks as he pushed into you slowly. His lashes fluttered as your pussy throbbed around him, and you watched him swallow thickly as a flush spread across his cheeks. You leaned up, catching Matt’s lips with yours in a sweet kiss. He sighed against your lips, shifting to prop your hips up with his, steadying himself and resting his free hand on your hip. You slid your legs over his, kissing Matt languidly as his hips began to grind. 

The two of you moaned and sighed against one another’s lips as Matt fucked you with slow, lazy rolls of his hips. He broke your kiss to turn his head, pressing his face into your neck. Your eyes slipped closed as you rested you hand on the nape of his neck. His hot breath brushed across your skin as you felt him grunting and whining against your neck. 

“Matt,” You whimpered. “You feel so good.” 

You could feel him fighting to keep his pace even, and it sent a thrill through you. You turned your head, lips brushing his ear. 

“Are you gonna cum for me, Matt?” 

He groaned, teeth sinking into your tender flesh, his hips nearly slapping against yours. You gasped at the sharp sensation, chased by his tongue soothing hotly over the stinging skin. He slid a hand between the two of you, teasing the tips of his fingers over your tingling clit. You whimpered, turning your head a touch further to catch his lips again. Your tongues slipped together before you had to lean back, panting as you surrendered to the sensation of him filling you. You were so close—you could feel Matt still holding back, too. 

“Fuck, Matt, please, please,” You begged. Matt nodded, tongue swiping across your lips as he rubbed his fingers across your clit, giving you just what you needed. You came again, moaning against his lips as you tightened around him. A guttural groan punched out of Matt’s chest a few moments later, his hips jolting, then stalling against yours. 

He lowered himself over you, resting his head on your shoulder as you curled your arms around him. You sighed softly, smiling as Matt pressed another kiss to your fresh hickey. 

“...How about bacon egg and cheese from that place around the corner?” You offered. Matt nodded a little. 

“I can live with that.” 

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[onewholikesthings]

It’s In The Details

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt’s tendencies, things you love about him, domesticity, fluff

Masterlist

IM SO SORRY, I AM ALIVE

that is all

He leads with his nose to find your face and kiss you

Which looks like he’s nuzzling his face into yours

a Fucking Amazing feeling btw

Same with nuzzling into your thighs

In both a sexual and non sexual manner

He let’s you trim his nails sometimes and insists on using clear nail polish 

“To keep ‘em healthy yknow?”

“You can’t tell whether they look healthy or not, Matt.”

“Well no, so that’s your job.”

when cuddling his hands like to roam

not always in a sexual way, no, sometimes it feels like the purest thing in the universe

slow caresses across your hips

gentle squeezes of your torso

it is a form of worship you have grown fond of

sometimes he ends up “accidentally” tickling you

“Matt fuck off!”

“What? I didn't do anything!”

he always checks in on you during social events/any sort of gathering really

“You alright?”

and of course you can't lie, the heartbeat tells

“For the most part, Id like to leave soon though.”

“Of course sweetheart.”

one of the most caring gentlemen to ever grace this earth

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[devilfic]

Idk if you have seen daredevil but in the case you have can I request a head cannon of you making a playlist for him and him talking about songs that remind you of him?

Like I was listening to The Marias and I felt that their songs give this feeling of how it would be to date him.

❝making a playlist for matt murdock❞

pairing: matt murdock x gn!reader. cw: established relationship, brief mention of sex. words: 1k.

a/n: I actually have seen daredevil and I love him a lot, this will be fun. shoutout to this post that confirmed the "matt murdock loves jazz" vibe he gives off

I wanna start off by saying that as soon as I saw "daredevil" and "songs" in the same sentence, I got a VIVID image of matt in a jazz bar

I can't recall off the top of my head if matt mentions any specific artists or genres he listens to in the show, but I personally think matt likes jazz, funk, maybe some soul/neo-soul, or anything you'd hear in a nice understated bar downtown

the thing is I think that matt really likes instrumental-heavy music because he appreciates being able to pick apart the melodies

I also imagine he's a stickler for his favorite genres and won't really relent unless you introduce something new to him by force

so, a playlist

you push an mp3 player into his hand as you walk past him and he thumbs over the buttons, twists a finger through the cords of the earbuds, and smiles, "what's this?"

he hears you land on the couch and makes his way over to sit beside you as you take one of the earbuds to put in your ear, stretching your legs over his lap, "I made a playlist for you!"

"yeah?"

"yeah. I know you like your vinyls but this is smaller, more compact. easy to put in your pocket and hopefully not break when you're running around the city at night. I'm serious. don't break that."

"I'm honored," matt tilts his head in your direction, inhaling the scent of your shampoo, listening for the parting of your lips as they break into a smile, "nothing too shocking, I hope?"

"I tried to stick to things I thought you'd like, and I did include some of the songs you've recommended to me over the years since you can't lug your vinyls everywhere. it won't sound as nice but... it's something. it's pretty romantic, right?"

it is romantic

matt imagines you hunched over his computer, tediously searching up mp3s of his favorite songs and putting together a playlist for him, trying your best to ease him into unfamiliar territory

he can also hear the nervous thumping of your heart as you wait for his reply, so he splays a hand over your ankle and squeezes, "yeah, you're pretty damn romantic. any particular order I should play it in?

"just hit play, handsome."

when the first song starts playing, he's transported back to hearing it for the first time in the bar where he met you, sharing drinks at a table as you humored him on your theories of who the devil of hell's kitchen really was

you were a few drinks past tipsy and had come to chat him up at the behest of your friends who—and you learned this several days later—he'd heard call him sexy at least four times

but it was you whose voice had caught his attention, who had sworn that a "man like him" had to be waiting for a date, that there was no way he'd be here all alone

and had promptly eaten your words when he chimed in to let you know that he did not, in fact, have a date

he was fuzzy on the details as to how you'd gotten on the topic of his alter ego, but it tickled him nonetheless how you presented your theories more confidently than you flirted

he countered each one but in good faith, playing devil's advocate if only so that he could hear how your mind whirred with ideas

after a few pretty well-articulated counterarguments, you'd snorted and asked, "what are you, a lawyer?"

and when you learned that he was a lawyer? the matt murdock of nelson, murdock, & page? oh, he was sure you lit up like a christmas tree

even after walking you to your place, matt was humming the tune of the song he'd discovered you to, a feeling in his bones that more than just it would be sticking around

matt takes you to a jazz bar for your first date, feeding you details about the musicians over drinks as you ask him about his favorites

he likes a lot of the classics: things his dad enjoyed, stuff he's heard at the jazz bars he's roped foggy into visiting with him during law school

he tells you he likes some of the new stuff but nothing beats the classics, all of which he has vinyls of at home

and you ask him about the newer artists he likes and he tells you he'll put some on for you at his place if the night is still young

that night, he brings you back to his and plays this while you make love

most of the songs matt thinks of when he thinks of you are wordless, often more abstract representations of how you make him feel

the few songs with words are quite literal. whatever the lyrics say is how he feels about you

you've learned—if you're not already a fan of the same genres—to appreciate his taste

and you've also learned to love the way he lights up as you describe what the music sounds like to him, the way he slips in a word here and there when you come up short and it always just fits

it's kind of like his love language

you've got some of these songs on the playlist too

you see him get a little stiff when a song comes on that he doesn't know, and so you watch all the minute expressions in his face as it plays, wondering anxiously if he likes it or not

you know he does when he replays it

he'll tap out the rhythm on your ankle like he's picking apart every detail of the song piece by piece, placing them layer over layer in his mind until it becomes whole and he turns to tell you he really likes it

while he usually likes to keep his ears open for anything in the city while he's out and about, he'll pop in an earbud and start your playlist and think about you

now, if only you'd add a recording of you singing to yourself every morning, it'd be complete. that's gotta be his favorite

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[bunmurdock]

heartbeats

pairing: matt murdock x tsundere!reader summary: he’s smitten, and so are you. but what happens when you play hard to get? warnings: fluff, first kiss, slight dubcon contact word count: 700 a/n: in which reader is the most tsundere to ever tsundere and because i love the tsundere x playful charmer dynamic. missing him and in my fluff era. here's to writing more in 2024 <3

“so, you’re really going to keep pretending you don’t like me, huh?” matt’s voice is laced with playful arrogance as he leans against the doorway, the faint smirk on his lips almost audible.

you cross your arms, turning away slightly. “i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you retort, feeling your cheeks warm up despite your best efforts to remain cool.

he chuckles, stepping closer, the sound of his cane a steady tap on the floor. “come on, i may be blind, but i can feel the tension between us. it’s like electricity.”

rolling your eyes, though you know he can’t see the gesture, you huff, “it’s called annoyance, murdock.”

but as he steps into your space, the familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the subtle smell of cinnamon invades your senses. you find it harder to maintain your facade. he’s close now, so close you can feel the warmth radiating from him.

“annoyance, huh?” he whispers, his breath tickling your ear. you shiver involuntarily, cursing yourself for the reaction. “then why is your heart beating so fast?”

you open your mouth to argue, but no words come out. instead, you bite your lip, an irrational habit you have when you’re flustered.

matt’s hand gently finds your arm, his fingers lightly tracing the fabric of your sleeve. “i like it when you do that,” he says softly, referring to your lip-biting.

your heart skips a beat, and you turn your face away, not wanting him to read your expressions. “i don’t do it for you,” you mutter stubbornly.

“i never said you did. but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s adorable.”

“whatever,” you grumble, but the heat in your cheeks betrays you. you hate how he always manages to get under your skin.

matt’s hand moves from your arm to gently cup your chin, tilting your face towards him. you resist, but only half-heartedly. “look at me,” he says softly.

“i am looking at you,” you reply, though you know it’s a lie. you’re staring at a point just over his shoulder, anywhere but his face.

“no, you’re not,” he counters.

finally, your eyes meet his, and you’re struck by the intensity in his unseeing gaze. “why do you do this?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper.

“do what?” he asks, his thumb stroking your cheek.

“make me feel... this way,” you admit, your facade crumbling just a little.

he pauses for a moment, then slowly leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a feather-light kiss that sends shivers down your spine. “because i like you,” he murmurs against your lips. “and i think, deep down, you like me too.”

you want to deny it, to push him away and retreat back into your shell. but the truth is, you can’t. not anymore. with a shaky breath, you give in, returning his kiss with a gentleness that surprises even you.

his arms wrap around you, pulling you close, and you melt into his embrace. his touch is tender, yet filled with an unspoken promise of something more. you find yourself responding, your hands sliding up his broad chest.

as the kiss breaks, there’s a moment of silence, a soft chuckle escaping matt. 

“wow,” he breathes out.

you giggle, but it comes out a little nervous. “what’s so funny?” you ask, still nestled in his arms, a foreign yet welcome feeling.

“nothing, it’s just...” matt starts.

you await his response, heart still hammering.

“i never thought i’d see the day when you admit you like me,” a hint of teasing returning to his tone.

you slap his chest lightly. “i didn’t... admit anything,” you protest, but your voice lacks conviction.

he smiles, brows quirking briefly. “you didn’t have to.”

“you’re infuriating, you know that?” you grumble, though the irritation is feigned.

“infuriatingly charming, maybe?” he suggests.

you sigh. “you’re impossible.”

“but you like me anyway.”

you can’t argue with that.

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[peterman-spideyparker]

since you’re literally my FAVOURITE matt murdock writer, i had to slip this by you :’) <3

high pain tolerance bf vs “noo i got a papercut” gf trope pls

Nonny, you are way too sweet!! :'') I love this!! TBH, I've had this written probably for a few months on my phone, but I ended my day with a nasty paper cut, and it reminded me to post! I hope you like it!

Tolerance (Matt Murdock x fem!Reader)

Warning: Fluff and sweet domesticity, canon-typical injuries/Matt getting patched up

“Almost done, Matty,” you tell him as you work to stitch up the wound on his side.

“It’s really not that bad—it didn’t need stitches,” he tries to insist. 

“Matthew, I can literally see inside of you,” you sigh. “Don’t go Monty Python on me.”

“I’ve been in worse scrapes, and you know that.”

“I do know that, and I don’t like that you’ve been in worse scrapes.”

“I have been more careful, though.”

“I appreciate it. But shut up.”

“Argumentative.”

“Badgering!”

“You’re doing the badgering, angel.”

“And you’re being argumentative,” you counter as you tie off his wound.

“I see my legal skills have rubbed off on you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you smirk, kissing his forehead. “I’m just glad you’re back down to your normal amount of holes now.”

You watch as the confusion dances across Matt’s face, absorbing the weirdness of your statement before you notice him slip into careful thought as he goes over his anatomy. 

“Was . . . Was that supposed to be a compliment or insult?” he tries. 

You begin to giggle uncontrollably before you lean over to kiss the top of his head, moving to gather all the scraps from patching him up.

“Compliment,” you clarify. “My big, strong, brave Daredevil is all patched up.”

“Sweetheart—.”

“Don’t brush off your nightly beatings like you’re being tickled with a feather duster. You have an unusually high pain tolerance.”

“That part is the Catholicism,” he says with a lopsided smile.

“Yeah, yeah, either way, you should see a medical professional about that brain of yo—hmmm!” you whimper. 

“(Y/N)?” Matt asks, snapping his attention toward you, doing his best to get up as fast as he can with his wounds restricting him. 

“‘M okay.”

“Not with that whine.” He grunts and shuffles his way over toward you, his hand wrapping around your own that covers your wound. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“It really hurts,” you mutter, keeping your head tilted down. 

“What happened?”

You stay quiet.

“(Y/N)—.”

“Paper cut,” you grumpily admit. 

“You . . . Got a paper cut?”

“It’s big and it’s deep and it’s not in a good spot!” you whine. Now it’s his turn to laugh. “Matty, it’s not funny, it really hurts!”

“Need me to kiss it better?”

“Well, I’m not opposed, but not if you’re gonna laugh at me!”

“I could never laugh at you, angel, just the things you do and how you make me feel.” He exposes the cut and lifts your hand to his lips for a soft, sweet kiss. “Does that feel better?”

“A little,” you admit. “It really stings. And I’ll have you know that I put up with a hell of a lot of pain for a week every month just to have your babies one day!”

An amused smile pulls across his lips. 

“You just said—!” you start. 

“You wanna have my babies?” he asks as the smile on his face grows even bigger, his eyes sparkling with pure, unadulterated happiness. 

“Well . . . Yeah. I love you, Matt, and I’d be a big fat liar if I said I didn’t think about our future together.”

“How about when my ribs are in better shape and any superfluous holes have closed, we get some baby-making practice in.” 

You feel your face grow hot as you blush deeply. 

“You’re so cute when you’re bashful,” he hums, angling his head so he can kiss you. 

“You know, Mr. Super-sense, if you weren’t covered in holes . . . !” Your mouth turns into an angry pucker as you try to think of where you were going the insult of your sentence.

“Yeah, angel?” What a punk, he is. 

“Just shut up and kiss me, okay?”

“Okay,” he smiles brightly, bringing his lips to yours, cradling your head with his hand.

You happily return his embraces, getting carried away and lost in his lips before you manage to pull back. “There goes that blood loss, taking control of your mouth again,” you blush as his hands happily settle on your waist. “Let’s get you to bed before I have to give Claire a buzz, hm? I can only patch up holes in your body so well.”

Another soft chuckle escapes his lips as he kisses your again before turning and letting you guide him to the mattress and tuck him in so he can get a few hours sleep before he goes to defend his city once more, albeit in a less physical capacity. 

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[devils-dares]

Sunday Morning

summary: a soft, sweet sunday morning!

pairing: matt murdock x gn!reader

warnings: fluff, dancing, copious amounts of physical affection and kisses, one allusion to smut

wordcount: 643

a/n: fair warning, i wrote this in like twenty-ish minutes total so it's probably not the best HOWEVER i love it.

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The smell of waffles flooded your nose as you stepped out of the bedroom in nothing but Matt’s t-shirt, which goes down to your mid-thighs, and some underwear. He’s humming some tune in the kitchen, gray sweats slung low on his hips as he whisks the batter.

“Good morning.” You say, and are met with a bright smile.

“G’morning, I’m making breakfast.”

“Yeah I can smell it.” He laughs and you smile. Walking over to him, you rest your head on his bare chest, one of his hands resting on your lower back as the other pours the batter into the waffle maker with incredible control.

He puts the empty batter bowl down, focusing all his attention on you now. His hands move up and down your back after creeping underneath the shirt. The calloused skin warms your back, thumbs gently digging into any tight spots.

“Always so soft.” He hums, chin dipping down so his lips can kiss your neck. His hands move to your hips, attempting to hold you tight to lift you onto the counter, but your hisses stop him.

“What is it?” He asks, genuine concern written across his face.

“You weren’t exactly gentle when you came home last night, Matty.” You giggle, face turning red from remembering how he came home, shedding his suit down the stairs as he practically growled out your name.

Your hand reached up to the crook of your neck, skin slightly raw from where his stubble dragged across it last night. He feels where your hand is and kisses you softly there.

“I was a bit rough, hm?” You laugh as his fingers tickle your sides, and his lips curl up into a grin against your skin. He presses up against you, the two of you impossibly close with his hands wound around your back.

“Hi.” You say, hands running through Matt’s hair which makes him yawn.

“Hi.” He says, pulling back to smile at you before peppering kisses all over your face. You laugh and he laughs with you, finally kissing your smiling lips. A ding separates the two of you, signaling the waffles were finished.

“Waffle time.” You say longingly. He shakes his head at you, getting the butter and syrup.

-----

After breakfast, the two of you are standing in the kitchen, telling jokes and giggling like children.

“I,” he starts mischievously, “have an idea.” He walks over to the box sitting on the side table near the window, pulling out a record.

“What are you doing?” You ask, laughing as he places the vinyl on the record player with a flourish.

“I’m asking you,” Valerie by Amy Winehouse starts playing, “to dance with me.”

“You cannot be serious right now.”

“Deadly.” He takes your hand and pulls you into the open space in front of the bedroom door. With one hand holding your own and a hand on your waist, he spins you around, swaying with the upbeat music. The sound of your laughs ring out over the music as he swings you around, planting a kiss on you when he brings you up from what you imagined looked like an overly-dramatic dip.

The two of you start singing along, out of breath voices trying their damndest to keep up with the song. By the time it ends, you two are gasping for air.

“That was amazing.” You say.

“Anything for you. I love hearing you laugh.” He says, wiping away a thin layer of sweat from his forehead and then brushing your hair out of your face.

“I love you.” You say, squealing in surprise when he picks you up by the waist and spins you once more.

“And I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

“I love you to infinity.”

“That’s a cheap copout.” He shrugs.

“It works.” You smile, kissing him again.

“That it does.”

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[mllersjoel]

could you write a matt murdock x reader one shot where the [reader] is spider-man’s cousin, is a doctor in hell’s kitchen and has a thing going on with daredevil.

Then one night after patrolling Spider-man brings DD to meet his cousin after the two get into a fight with baddie of the day but Spider-man doesn’t know that’s the two know each other and just starts going on and on bout how brilliant his cousin is to DD. After their meeting [Reader] wonders when they should tell the poor teen that they already know each other.

haven't you heard?

Pairing: Matt Murdock x nurse!gn!reader

Wordcount: 748

A/N: such a fun ask!! i love writing these guys :D writing comms are open btw :3

***

“Hey, sweetheart,” Matt says, voice barely above a whisper as he clambers through your window. Your head immediately shoots up from where it’s lying on the couch, an episode of an old sitcom playing forgotten on your TV.

“Matt, hey, are you okay?” You ask, rushing to him. You try to hold him at arm's length, to see his injuries, but instead he pulls you in. He hugs you close to him, cradling your head and holding you tight, breathing in your comfort. You instinctively put your arms around him, laughing lightly as he walks your bodies towards the couch. He uses his leg to make your knees buckle, and you let out a light ‘oof’ as he falls on top of you (gently, always gently).

“What’s up with you?” You laugh, scratching at his scalp at just the right way to make him melt into you. He pushes his mask off, settling into your arms, like an extremely touchy weighted blanket.

“Hard day. Tired,” he mumbles, pushing his face into your neck, his stubble tickling you. 

“Any injuries?” 

“Not that I know of.”

“Matthew.”

He sighs. “A small cut on my abdomen. That’s it.”

You run your hands down his sides, trying to feel for it, when he takes your hands in his and holds them to your chest. He lifts his head, giving you a soft kiss. “Five more minutes,” he whispers, “then you can patch me up.”

You never could say no to him. “Fine. Five more minutes.”

***

Matt’s ribs hurt. His hands hurt. He’s pretty sure even his teeth hurt. He heard Peter (Matt figured out his identity pretty quick, he doesn’t even try to mask his voice) get hit a lot harder than he did, but the kid won’t stop talking. It would be endearing, if he wasn’t annoyed.

“—and when you grabbed his arm? I mean, even I didn’t see that coming, and I can see!”

Matt hums, trying to find a way to leave and go to you. He’s pretty sure he has some bones that need to be set back into place, and sure, he could do it on his own, but he really wants you.

“Oh man, you’re looking rough,” Peter says, stopping mid-ramble to take a good look at him. 

“It’s okay, I know—”

“We should see my cousin!” Peter almost yells, enthusiastic. “They’re amazing. Did you know they’re a med student? Top of their class, about to start their residency. And when they help set my bones it doesn’t hurt as much. I swear, they have magic hands or something, everything heals faster when they help.”

Matt snorts. “I’m sure your healing ability also has something to do with it.”

He hears Peter shrug. “Sure, but they also make me hot cocoa if I’m really injured, which has to help in some capacity, right?”

Matt sighs, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. Should he just run? Just make a break for it? No, he shouldn’t. Peter might follow him and find you. He wants to have something just for him. So, with a weary smile, he turns his head in Peter’s general direction. “Where’s your cousin located?”

Peter excitedly leads him in a seemingly random direction, and Matt blames his injuries on why it took him so long to realise they were going to your building. What are the chances that Peter’s cousin and his doctor live in the same place?

Then Peter swings to your window.

Wait.

Your window?

He throws it open, calling out your name. Matt scrambles in after him, and sure enough, you’re there.

“Matt?” He hears you say, confusion laced in your voice.

The tension bleeds out of his shoulders as he awkwardly gives a half-hearted wave. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Wait, you two know each other?” Peter asks, head swiveling. “Also, sweetheart?”

You rush over to Matt, leading him to your kitchen island and lightly pushing him to indicate he should sit down. “Long story short, Petey, this is the guy I’m seeing,” you tell him sheepishly. Before you can run off to grab your first aid kit (which is really a mini pharmacy, at this point) Matt grabs your hand and gives you a light kiss.

“Ew, gross,” Peter says, almost absentmindedly, “why didn’t you tell me you were seeing the Daredevil.”

“You never asked,” you chuckle.

Peter sputters. “I didn’t know it was an option!”

As you leave for your kit, Matt smiles at Peter. “I agree, your cousin’s pretty great.”

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

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a/n: maybe because of the culture I'm from, maybe because I am a hippie, but I love this and don't find it gross or off-putting in the slightest. periods are a natural and beautiful thing. I'm also just extremely chill about blood, so the fact that it's just coming from your uterus doesn't faze me one bit. so it's a little blood, big deal. get your chauvinistic views out of here.

warnings: matt murdock x reader, established relationship, menstruation, foreplay, making out, Matt's canon ability to smell things like blood from a mile away

word count: 703

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Sensing not only your monthly flow but also your desperate slick drip down onto the pad that was equally shielding you from feeling Matt’s intoxicating hardness, but also winding you more and more up, the cotton stimulating your overly sensitive parts, making your whole body feel fuzzy as if you were made out of cotton candy. 

After your new boyfriend had given you just the smallest bit of contact, your hormones had taken over and within seconds pushed you to the brink of bursting, melting into his lap, writhing and grinding for release. 

You were so swept up in the heated kiss, whimpering against Matt’s lips as his fingers teased your pebbly nipples poking through your thin shirt, that it was only when he began to lift the fabric up off your body that you woke up. 

“Wait,” you pushed back, holding yourself steady with a hand planted on each one of his broad shoulders. 

“What it is?” he asked, sounding just as breathless as you were, “do you not want to keep going?”

Fighting the urge to just rip his shirt off right then and there, your brows furrowed in want at the sight of his swollen lips, “of course I do, it’s not that.”

“Then what is it?” his large palms slid over your waist, keeping you close enough to share your breath. 

“No,” you shook your head, trying to ignore how his deep voice made your active walls clench around nothing, forcing your eyes to look somewhere less becoming, “it’s silly…” but that remark only made him cocked his brow and flash you a challenging expression. Biting down on your bottom lip, you reluctantly said, “we should just wait a bit longer before we do that…”

Nodding, he breathed out, “if that’s what you want, then sure,” although you didn’t hide your arousal very well at all, so he checked, tightening his grip slightly around your sides, “you sure?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, eyes fluttering at his touch, wrestling the desire to tickle that heavenly itch, “yeah, we shouldn’t do it right now, I want our first proper time together to be good for you,” the words flew out of your mouth before you had a chance to catch them. 

“And just why wouldn’t it be good for me right now?” Matt chuckled, not needing to bring your attention down towards the already obvious proof pressing against your centre. Finding your words caught in your throat, unable to find an explanation that would suffice, he spoke up before you had the chance, “wait,” sighing lightly as he let his body lean back against the couch, “don’t tell me this is all just because you’re on your period, sweetheart.”

“…how do you know that?”

Freezing up a moment, you watched as he ultimately opened his mouth and shared, “…I can smell it… and the air around you, it tastes like iron.”

“Oh my god…” you didn’t need a mirror to be sure of the crimson shade your face was turning, “I’m sorry,” your fingers detached from his warmth and curled up into little balls you swiftly brought into safety by your chin, “I didn’t-… I can just go.”

“Don’t you dare move an inch!” he held your body tighter just in case you truly would disappear on him, “you really think the smell of blood makes me run for the hills?” he scoffed, then leaned in a little closer, changing his tone, “sweetheart,” you felt his thumb begin to draw small patterns over your spine, “I’m not trying to pressure you. I just want you to know that I don’t have a preference. My preference is you, no matter what.”

Letting a low exhale flow timidly out past your bitten lips, “yeah?”

“As long as you’re moaning and groaning in my arms, then I’m happy,” he smirked, nuzzling his nose lightly against yours, “I just want you to feel good.” 

Chuckling shyly, “I don’t moan and groan…” 

Letting out a small laugh, he said, “sure you don’t,” then proceeded to pull your hips down even further, rocking your covered core against him and successfully causing you to let out another sound just as lewd as the ones heard only five minutes ago. 

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