#Matthew Murdock fanfiction

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

THE DEVIL I KNOW- M. MURDOCK

Pairing: Ex- Boyfriend! Matt x Fem! Reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: you and matt had broken up months ago, but somehow you end up back in his bed over and over again. he knows you better than anyone else, and you can't deny the feelings you still have towards him, so why not end up in the sheets again? 

Warnings: SMUT, praise kink, degradation kink, mocking, pussy slapping, teasing, swearing, a lill dumbification kink, smoking, mentions of choking, enemies to lovers<3

“i’m okay with history repeating- tell me i’m the one you can’t forget. back in hell at least i’m comfortable, need your body when my fires cold. hand to heart i’m gonna stay faithful to the devil i know...”- the devil i know, suki waterhouse

You hated the city. 

The atmosphere seemed to choke you here, filling your stomach with a pit of dread and anxiety. The air had an almost rotten, dirty feeling to it, something that made your skin itch as it wrapped around your skin. 

It wasn't always like this, this feeling you got whenever you traveled to Hell’s Kitchen. 

There was once a time where the familiar streets and back allies brought you a sense of comfort, where you could pick out scents like fresh bread on 5th Street instead of the fumes, or hear the birds chirp in the park instead of the car's constant honking. 

But that time was long gone, as the man who had brought the city to life had disappeared. He had been gone, for quite some time now. 

Hell’s Kitchen was Matt Murdock's home. The one place he cherished with his heart and soul, the one thing he could always rely on when things became tough. New York reflected him, and every single time your heels clicked on the sidewalk, you thought of him. 

The flowers he gave you time and time again, from the florist you adored so much. Always recommending his favorite books after reading them in braille, taking you to an antique bookstore on the corner so you could pick it out and he could hold you from behind, leaning down to kiss and nibble on your neck. 

You missed him, and the relationship the two of you had so long ago. 

But it was an end of a chapter, the feeling of the chill, crisp rainfall on your figure still haunting your memory as the two of you parted ways on that crosswalk.

 You had walked on it now head held high as you stepped across the painted lines, the people around you going on their way, to their own little life you knew nothing about. As they knew nothing of yours, how the thoughts of Matt plagued you as your head hit the pillow each night, how good he made you feel, how much you missed his touch. 

It was sickening. 

The thoughts came more and more frequent as each hour ticked by, and you were anxious to finish this business trip, once and for all. It seemed your boss hated you, always sending you to Hell’s Kitchen for tasks that were associated with Matt's law firm, instead of anyone else. 

It's because you're the best candidate, Miss. Y/L/N. Stay professional. She had said after you had confessed the tension that was so thick you could cut it with a butterknife whenever you saw Matt. 

You didn't tell her you didn't want to go because you knew you could end up in his bed again. 

Like last time. And the time before that. 

The trips were becoming less and less frequent, which you were thankful for- time spent away from the scent of Matt’s sheets, patchioni and sex, was good for you. It gave you time to “move on” whatever that meant in your sense. 

But here you were once again, fist tightening around the briefcase handle as you allowed the wave of people to walk around you as you stared up at the doorway to his office. 

You closed your eyes, taking one deep breath- then another. 

You could do this. You had to do this. 

Not just for the paycheque, but for a sense of clarity as well. So you could go to sleep at night peacefully, knowing you had faced your ex-boyfriend and didn't end up sprawled across his bed, gripping the sheets with your ass up in the air as he pounded ruthlessly into you. 

You had to get over him. 

Once the final breath had escaped you, you walked up the steps, hand twisting the door handle. The old wood creaked as you popped your head in, the front entrance empty. 

You tried to hide the relief that flared up inside you as you slipped in, shutting the door softly behind you. You knew their office was on the third floor, and due to the old building- you’d have to take the stairs. Which was fine with you of course- it gave you more time to walk through how’d you react to his presence in your mind.

 So as you took your first step on the chestnut, you mapped it all out in your head to the rhythm of your heels clicking. You’d see him, obviously. But you would look right through him. 

You’d be formal and polite, as you had no bad blood towards him, and this was a business meeting after all. He would nod, walking off to his office, expecting you to follow. And then once the door was shut, and blinds were closed- when the two of you were in private he would throw you against the wall… hand wrapping around your throat ever so slightly… 

No! God no Y/N stop. Stop, stop, stop. you yelled at yourself internally, shaking your head as if that would shake the dirty thoughts out. 

The last visit was the last time. It had to be, for your own sake. 

Before you knew it, you had reached his floor, the office plaque placed outside the front door. Nelson and Murdock, it read, the grooves of the letters smooth as you brushed your fingers across the metal. 

You were stalling, and you knew it. 

Your rings grazed against the door as you knocked, feeling sweat seep out slightly from your pores. This was a lot more nerve-racking than you remembered. The familiar feeling of butterflies filled in your stomach, accept these weren't “butterflies”. They were hungry wasps, swarming your organs and stinging them, suffocating your lungs so you could barely breathe as you waited. 

“Come in!” a sweet voice called out, unknown to you. You frowned, confused as you pushed open the door. A woman sat behind a desk, her long blonde hair draped across her one shoulder as she clacked away on her laptop.

 You took in her slightly messy desk, a few pens out of their holder, the odd paper scattered by the somewhat wilting plant. She smiled at you, blue eyes bright as you made your way over. 

“Hi! You must be Y/N!” the lady quipped, sitting up quickly to extend her hand. 

“Hi, yes, yes that's me. And you are..?” 

“Karen Page. I'm new here, Matt and Foggy’s secretary.” she exclaimed, and you shoke her hand firmly. You couldn't help but smile, she seemed to have an enticing energy to her- making you feel comfortable and warm. 

“Well it is very nice to meet you Karen.” 

Suddenly, the door from the right swung open, and a familiar face peering over at you. “It’s you!” he called, and you felt your jaw drop.

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“How have you been?” Foggy asked, a smile permanently etched on his face as he looked at you, fingers running through the silky strands of blonde. 

“Good, good! Where’s um… where’s Matt?” you wondering, trying to make the question sound casual despite the severity behind it, your hands twisting together under the desk. 

“Oh, he's found himself in a courtroom again. He won't be joining us.” he replied, shuffling papers around as he attempted to find the files the two of you needed to discuss today. 

You couldn't help but feel the balloon pop in your chest, releasing all the air back into your lungs. 

This was good. This was so good. 

No worrying about him hearing your heartbeat skip beats when he was in the room, no watching him smirk childishly as you'd cross your legs together. Now it was just managing to get out of the city without him finding out. 

“Of course he is.” you joked, feeling the heat leave your cheeks as they returned to their normal temperature. Hands were smacked on the table, making you jump slightly as Foggy stood. 

“Well, shall we get started?” 

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The air was chill and crisp as you walked on the sidewalk again, the cab dropping you off a few feet away. You watched as it speed back off into traffic, leaving you in the dust. 

The wind blew, making you shiver as you hugged your coat tighter around yourself, snuggling your face into your maroon scarf. You surveyed the area, taking note of the lack of people around at this hour. 

It was quiet here, whenever the clock rolled around eleven. The odd person would have a smoke in hand, longed out on the steps leading up to their building, or a curtain was being yanked shut from above. 

It was a good neighborhood, this area.You had never had any troubles with it. 

But yet, you still felt a twinge of anxiety as you walked around the corner. 

You were on Matt’s street. 

His apartment, beautifully crafted with it’s large windows and almost vintage feel was a few feet away, and you couldn't help but stop and waver. You couldn't continue on. This felt wrong, walking by but not seeing him. 

But at the same time, wasn't this the whole point of coming down here? To prove to yourself, hey, I can do this. I can walk by that stupidly beautiful, smart-assed catholic's house, and not feel the pull to go inside and curl up in his arms again. 

And yet, the idea of walking by the front steps made you feel queasy, made your stomach turn over on itself. You were stuck, a rope in a game of tug of war as you were pulled between two sides. 

Before you could make a decision, you heard your phone ring. Digging through your pockets, your chilled fingers gripped around the phone, your heart seeming to sneak up and lodge itself in your esophagus as the caller ID showed. 

Matt Murdock. Your eyes widened, and you gripped the device tighter as you were torn between answering. 

Speak of the devil. 

It was like he had crawled up into your brain, sensed you were thinking of him (again), and decided to make himself known. Before you could rationally talk yourself out of it, you answered. 

“Hello?” 

“Hi sweetheart.” his smooth voice sounded from the phone, silky and sweet as oozing honey. 

You felt yourself fold.

 “Matthew.To what do I owe the pleasure?” You heard him chuckle lightly, and you could visibly see the little smile blooming across his face. “A little birdy told me you were in town today.” he teased lightly, and you sighed. 

Of course, he knew. You were stupid to think he wouldn't find out. That man could find out anything. 

“Did that bird have blonde hair, the worst dad jokes I’ve ever heard and chocolate brown eyes I find myself getting lost in?” you asked, making Matt laugh. 

“Perhaps. Where are you right now, sweetheart?” 

You considered lying. Saying you were in your hotel room, deep under the sheets in your pajamas, not willing to leave the warmth of your bed. But even that wouldn't work, as your hotel was near his apartment anyways. 

“I’m um, I’m on your street.” 

Silence. 

You heard the whoosh of his breath, and you swore he could hear the increasing, steady rhythm of your heartbeat from down here. 

“The doors unlocked.” was all he said, the line going dead. 

You held the phone up to your ear still, listening to the dial tone before slowly bringing it down, your mind in a different place. It was happening again. This buzzing, static in your mind. Where your limbs seemed controlled by strings, you were a marionette as you removed yourself from the spot your roots had been planted. 

With each step your chest felt more and more hollow, and you hated yourself for going through with this. 

But he invited you.

 It was rude not to just show up, to ignore him, and go on with your night. Though he would still be there even if you left him in the dirt, because you'd be thinking of the what ifs. 

Heat blasted on your body as you entered his building, and you were thankful to escape the cold air of the night. There was no doorman to greet, so you gravitated towards the steps, making the trudge up. 

You debated stopping many times, to just sit and cry and regret every decision with this man you had ever made. 

Why did the two of you end things? Why couldn't the two of you worked it out? Why was he being so distant all the time, but suddenly needed you whenever you were in a close proximity?

 It made you feel sick, all the questions that trampled over your brain like wild horses in the wind. You pushed them to the side, ego refusing to stop and mope. The dim lights flickered softly as you made your way up to his floor, and you pushed the door open to reveal the long, intimating hallway. 

The hardwood was smooth against your heels as they clacked, the only sound in this hallowed room as you made your way toward the end goal. His door loomed over at you menacingly, as if it would come to life and swallow you whole. 

You knew your thoughts were irrational, and you knew that you felt like this every time you came over to see him again. One time, this place was an amenity to you, a safe haven where you and Matt could escape the troubles of the world together. 

Now it was just plywood bones, cement, and rust mixed with hot and heavy breaths, filled with longing and regret. 

It was filled with happy memories too, which turned into sad ones whenever you thought about them too hard, because you longed to have them back. 

Your hand twisted the door handle, the door creaking open as the front entrance came into view. All the memories hit you at once, the passion, the love, the cravings, and the aches. 

The smell of bergomace filled your nostrils, a warm and soothing aura filling your bones from the scent alone. 

You could do this. You had no choice now. 

Your bag dropped to the ground, and you slowly unbuttoned your coat to place it on the coat hooks with your scarf. Matt still hadn't said anything, even though you knew he could hear you from around the block. 

He wanted you to make the first move. Fine. If he wanted to play a game, then you'd play.

 “I’m here.” you called out meekly, stepping into the open floorplan of his home. Matt was sprawled out in the brown leather chair, his hair slightly messy, wearing the red sweater you had made him so many months ago, saying ‘I’M NOT DAREDEVIL”. 

A smirk was evident on his face, fingers drumming on the armrest as he made note of your presence. “You missed me?” he asked calmly. 

“No.” you lied smoothly, still standing and staring at him, as if he was a piece of artwork at a museum. His head tilted ever so slightly, a smirk growing as he listened more closely to your ever-growing heartbeat. 

“You’re lying, sweetheart. There's no need to lie to me.” he cooed, and you sighed, hands curling into fists so you could squeeze something as a means of comfort. 

“I’m not lying.” you insisted, lying again. Digging yourself into an even bigger hole to attempt to get yourself out of later.

 “You were always pretty bad at it. Not that that's a bad thing of course, but someone doesn't need to read your heartbeat to be able to tell.” he shrugged notionally, standing up with a sigh. 

You remained frozen in place, too scared to move from the spot you had chosen, feeling if you moved this would all flutter away like a leaf in the wind. You hated how much you still wanted him, how much you did truly miss him. You watched as he made his way over to you, warm palm cupping your cheek as he teased your bottom lip with the brush of his thumb.

 “Now I’ll ask you again angel. Did you miss me?” 

“Yes.” you breathed with no gestation as his thumb brushed again in that soothing motion, the one he always did to coax the secrets out of you, making you gasp and shiver. 

He was intoxicating, and you were drawn to him- moth to a flame. 

“I missed you too.” he confessed, as if he had been reciting it in his mind a million times over. 

“You say that to every woman you've had in here.” you whispered sharply, the thought of him treating any woman the way he treated you making you feel nauseous. 

You didn't want him touching anyone the way he had touched you. His hands were branded to your flesh, hot and fiery like the devil's as his hand stilled, holding your head in place. 

“There hasn't been any other woman in here. It’s only been you.”

 Time stopped. The clocks stopped there ticking, the air turning dry and stale as his words reverberated through your mind. 

It's only been you.  

You wanted to believe him, you really did. But you were scared too. Because if it were true, if he had waited all this time for you, had waited for you in between trips- longing for you, you wouldn’t know how to compose yourself. 

“No, no stop that. Matt, we can’t- we can’t keep doing this.” you argued, voice breaking as you gripped his sweater, the fabric soft and noble between your fingers. 

“Why? Why can't we?” he insisted, pressing you further- his voice filled with an emotion you couldn't quite describe. “Because- fuck Matthew this hurts. This hurts me. That I see you and we act like nothings wrong and I can't have you.” you empathized, octaves rising as you clawed at his chest, his grip on your chin tightening as his hand came up to stroke your hair softly. 

“Please. Please just for tonight. We can be whatever you want to be in the morning, I promise.” he begged, cradling your head with his hands, scared to let you go as you shoke your head in defeat.

 “Matthew I can’t. We can’t.” 

“Tonight. Tonight and I’ll do whatever you ask of me Y/N I’ll leave if that's what you want. I’ll leave your life and never come back, or I’ll stay. I just need you.” he whimpered, clinging to you as you were him. 

It seemed the two of you couldn't let go, a magnetic force pulling you closer to his body to warm your fire. He began to back the two of you up towards his bed, the sheets slightly messy, making you whine.

 “You want me, angel. I can smell it on you, can practically taste you. I’ve always been able to read you better than anyone else.” he sighed, breathing in your perfume. 

It was true. Your pages were open for him, spine cracked as he thumbed through the text. An open book was something you tended to be for him- never being able to hide your intentions from him.

 “I hate you.” you whispered softly, a sharp edge to your words as he smiled softly- knowing he had won you over. 

“Yeah? You hate me?” The back of your legs hit the bedframe, body slumping back against the sheets as he leaned over you. 

“I hate you. I hate you so much.” you moaned as he kissed you, cutting off your words clean from the source. He tasted of cherries and sweet wine, and you savored it on your tongue before he broke it. 

“Say it again.” he growled, your hands tugging in his hair, fingers running through the messy chestnut locks as he kissed you harder. It was filled with passion and hatred, a mixture of unspoken words that hadn't been said that night in the rain. 

Things you wanted to say but couldn't, things you wanted back but weren't able to piece back together again. 

It was hot and heated, breaths coming in gasps and pants as Matt's hands traced your body, fingers burning you through the light fabric of your dress. 

“I hate you Matthew Murdock. I hate you with everything- mghm- everything in me.” you moaned, words interrupted as his teeth found their way sunk into the smooth skin of your neck, your body shivering with anticipation in protest. 

“You're so well trained, aren’t you? All these nights we've spent together really paid off hmm?” he purred against your neck, sucking on the skin hard enough to leave a mark. 

“You're insufferable.” you huffed, fingers curling around his neck, nails scratching the bottom of his scalp as you arched your back into him. 

“Look at you, using big girl words.” he cooed teasingly, making you roll your eyes before you kissed him, thigh hitching up to wrap your leg around him possessively. 

“Off.” You snarled, tugging at his shirt- the barrier preventing you from what you needed most. 

Skin-to-skin contact. Please. Because I've waited this long, and if I’m allowing myself off the leash, I want to go all the way. 

“Off, off off-” you commanded, watching with desire as he pulled away slightly, back muscles rippling as he tugged the sweater over his head.

 “Your turn.” he whispered, unleashing a squeak from your body as he gripped your thighs, yanking you closer to the edge of the bed- legs spread wide. 

You moaned as he cupped your clothed cunt, already soaking from his caresses. Arms were raised as he slipped the dress off your body in one fluid motion, the fabric was long forgotten about as it hit the floor. 

He was purely focused on you, as he always had been in these tender moments. It was like the outside world didn't matter, like both of your problems were pushed aside just for a little bit longer. 

Matt put you first. He always had, back when the two of you were together- until he didn't. 

But this was new. Each time the two of you had this secret rendezvous, it was like a new relationship blooming all over again. He was touching you again for the first time, he was whispering your name like it was brand new. It was all the excitement and passion of a new sparking flame, not a dulling ember. 

And you craved it, craved it like a drug addict needing her high and doing anything and anyone to get it. It was pure admiration, the way he brushed his fingertips across your collarbone, down your sides. 

Like he was thankful you had allowed him to sweep you back in his bed- just one more time. 

“That’s my good little girl” he cooed softly as you bucked your hips up at his delicate touches. 

“Don’t tease.” you insisted, feeling your head turn to the side, scared to look at him any longer. You feared him right now, anxious you’d allow yourself to fall again. 

But you had already fallen again. Hard. 

You didn't want to face that reality just yet. Not when he was touching you like this, making you feel like you were an angel with your wings spread wide, halo shining as bright as the sun. 

“M’not teasing. I’m enjoying.” he hummed, hands slowly rubbing the insides of your thighs, knuckles brushing the delicate skin as he’d inch closer to where you needed him most. 

“I want to enjoy you, because I know you’ll be gone before I know it.” 

You had nothing to say to this. What could you have possibly said- that wasn't a lie? It was up to fate- whatever happened in the morning, and the next few coming days after that. 

It was always like a sore, the days after the mistake. Matt's fingertips seemed to almost scorch you, tingles randomly sizzling on the layers of skin where he had touched you previously. The guilt that stayed with you was tied to your ankle like a ball and chain, chasing you into sleep for the next week or so.

 Then you’d try your best to forget him, until you appeared in his bed again. It was a continuous cycle, a habit you were almost scared to break, in case it was decided it should stop completely. 

You knew that was the right thing- the good thing for the long term. But you didn't want it to stop. You liked this, this little thrill you released. You didn't know what kind of person that made you, but frankly, you didn't care. 

You just needed to be his person. 

You whimpered, heartbeat racing as he used the pads of his finger to rub little circular motions on the wet spot that had formed on your panties, giving your cunt a quick little smack. 

“You’d do whatever I asked of you, wouldn't you?” he asked genuinely, suddenly deciding the layer that separated the two of you was still too much for him. You nodded aimlessly, feeling high off his touches alone.

 “Good. That's the girl I know.” 

He sounded like he had cut himself off, like the sentence was unfinished. There's the girl I know and love. 

“Yes.” was all you replied with, letting your legs spread further to express all of the other things you had wanted to say- but didn't know how. 

“You smell so fuckin sweet. Gonna be the death of me sweetheart.” he confessed, adjusting you to the way he wanted, manhandling you. 

“Let me kill you then.” you murmured softly, hand tracing across his bicep, wanting nothing more than to sink your teeth into the delicate beauty of the man. 

“Damn you.” he snarled, words trailing off into a moan as he entered you swiftly, causing your back to arch in unison.

 “Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck you.” he groaned- as if you were the one who had played with him all these months. As if he were mad at you for feeling so good. 

“Oh- god.” was all you could let out as he wasted next to no time letting you adjust, knowing time was scarred between these walls. You never got used to the feeling of him, no matter how many times he had been between your legs. 

It was a stretch, and you couldn't help but feel filled to the brim as he made himself comfortable.

 “You’re so fucking divine.” he growled, his grip tightening on your thighs as he slid out, thrusting into you harshly- making your body jolt in sync with your whimpers. 

His words and praises made you feel woozy, like he had drugged you with too much cough syrup from the spoon. He was in his own little world, using your body for his own pleasure- knowing he wouldn't be getting it for some time after. 

“I- hate- you-” you mewled, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing out the sounds of your cries. 

“I hate you more.” he breathed, head tilted back in pure bliss, cock brushing your spongy walls with each thrust. His hips found an easy rhythm that had your eyes rolling back in your skull and your legs threatening to close together from the intense feelings of overstimulation. 

You thought back to one of the first times you had met Matt, when the relationship was just starting to bloom. You were drunk, the red wine seeping into your bloodstream as you stumbled to the couch, unable to stop laughing and smiling the whole trip down to the cushions. 

What do you tell the women you bring home? You had teased, the alcohol making your lips loose, words spilling out of them uncontrollably. 

Oh they're enjoying themselves too much, they don’t ask. He had smirked, making you laugh even harder.

 It was true though, you had realized. He hadn't been joking. 

You were far too gone with enjoyment to care about anything but him right now, the feeling of his skin on yours, his hot breath as soft as velvet in your ear as he leaned in closer. 

“We will always hate each other, sweetheart. That's what makes it so fun.” 

You clenched around him with a cry, words blending together like oil paints on a canvas as you felt the orgasm rush over your body in waves. It was like you had touched an electric fence, your body bursting with little shocks like fireworks as you came. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” he whispered, and it was then you realized. 

I hate you more. An antonym. 

He still loved you.

 “My pretty little thing.” you smiled softly, voice hoarse as you cupped his cheek. His skin was warm and soft against your palm, cheeks stained pink as his hips faltered. 

It was over before you knew it- that gentle, soft moment the two of you had just shared, where you were his and he was yours had shattered. It was gone, as fast as your hand had been removed from his cheek. 

The wall was put up again, any act of vulnerability was shooed off the stage. Matt had slipped from your fingers, nothing but sweat and gentle pants reverberating off the walls, getting tangled up in the ceiling fan. 

You watched as he removed himself from you slowly, a sly grin on his face as he realized his cum had started to slowly ooze out of you.

 “I’ll be out of here in a few.” was all you said, watching him walk off to the bathroom in silence. You heard the tap start, water trickling out of the faucet, Matt refusing to respond. 

You fought back the tears, knowing the painful cycle was about to start all over again. Before you could rise, he emerged once more, a damp washcloth in hand. 

“No need.” he replied, making his way back over to you slowly. You flinched slightly as the bed creaked, the sudden proximity seeming weird and out of context despite the fact he was up in your guts less than five minutes prior.

 “May I?” he asked, hinting for you to spread your legs again. You spread them slightly, shivering as the cloth touched you, a droplet of water sliding down your inner thigh and onto the sheets below. 

“Are you sure? I can stay, you mean?” you asked, watching his hands carefully clean you up, knowing exactly how to soothe your body from the adrenaline it had just taken buckets of. 

“I left a pack of Marlboro’s in the bedside table.” 

You bit your lip, wanting nothing more than to put your head in your hands and sigh. The cycle was breaking, a little gap emerging from the guilt. He wanted you to stay. He had bought your favorite cigarettes, the ones you had always smoked for ‘special occasions’ in hopes you’d come back again- and stay.

 The thought made your stomach turn, whether that was from nausea or butterflies. 

You couldn't do this again. 

You couldn't pretend to feel this way, like you weren't affected by these hooks up. You needed something continuous, something that was repetitive and that meant something. Something that meant more than just touches and kisses, regrets and mistakes. 

You watched as he stood up, leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

You sighed. And you did end up putting your head in your hands, and no- it did not make you feel better. 

It did not change any of this, take any of this away. Your fingers itched towards the handle, and you finally caved and pulled the drawer open. Snatching the box and the lighter that was left there, you placed the cigarette between your lips, the lighter flickering softly as you saw the smoke start to rise. 

Matt had made his way back over to the bed, the bright city lights illuminating across his figure, dancing across his sculpted torso with excitement. He looked like a painting, an abstract that didn't make sense at first glance, until you truly studied it hard enough. 

You had studied him though, and you had somehow pieced the puzzle together to make sense. It had been knocked from the table, its pieces breaking apart for a few brief months- but you had the courage to pick them up and start over again. 

It would result in the same beautiful picture, afterall. 

“Matt?” 

His head turned towards you and you blew a cloud of smoke into the air, feeling your muscles relax into the soft bedding that smelt of him. 

“I hate you.” 

He just smiled, shaking his head softly. “I know.”

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock smut #Matthew Murdock #matt murdock #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x you #matt murdock fem!reader #Matthew Murdock fluff #matthew murdock smut #matthew murdock x reader #matthew murdock fanfic #matthew murdock x you #matthew murdock fanfiction #Daredevil #daredevil smut #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil x oc #daredevil fic #daredevil x y/n #daredevil x reader #daredevil x female reader #daredevil x you #daredevil fluff #daredevil fanart #charlie cox #charlie cox smut #charlie cox fanfiction #charlie cox x reader

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hello, I hope you are feeling better <3 I had an x reader fic request which is a little spicy; basically reader is very quiet and not loud so matt kind of ties her hands (with consent and even something soft) and for every noise she makes he rewards her and it keeps going thank you so much btw for all your lovely fics :)

hii! you're so sweet!! and yes I am, thank you! very sorry this is so late. thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

reward

Matt Murdock x f reader

wc || 0.8k

warnings || 18+ only sexually explicit content (light bondage, praise) minors dni

also sorry it’s been so long since a Matt fic

masterlist + rules

taglist

Matt hasn't been home from work long, but he already had you right where he wanted you, laid naked under him with his fingers pushed up inside you. His head hung low next to your ear, whispering praises about how warm and good you feel and how pretty you smell. 

His fingers curl upwards, rubbing against the favoured spongey spot inside you, working in a come hither motion while pecks light kisses down the side of your throat. "God, do that again," he whispers, halting when he reaches the underside of your jaw.

"Do what?" you quietly question, melting into his delicate touch.

"That noise, that little moan... please do it again,"

"I didn't moan," you shakily protest, running your hand up his bare back, lightly grazing along the skin.

"You did... it was so hot," he praises, working over the same area, trying to get the same reaction from you once more. "Please keep doing that."

During your intimate encounters, Matt heavily relied on you to be vocal in expressing your interest so that he knew you were enjoying yourself as much as him. He knew you weren't particularly loud during your shared moments; he just wanted to see if he could coax out a few noises, even if that entailed light bondage and rewards.

So as the thought finalises in his brain, he slowly drags his fingers from you to reach over into the nightstand, searching for one of your scrunchies. He peppers the nape of your neck in soft, delicate kisses as he laces his hands in yours, slowly lifting them above your head. "Here's an idea," he starts, parting from your lips, grinning against them. "Every time you make those sweet, pretty sounds... I keep going," he whispers below your ear, smirking against the skin. "Every time you stay quiet... I stop. That sound good?"

Nodding in approval.

His head cocks, brows playfully furrowed. "What'd I just say?"

"Yes, sorry— yeah," you laugh. "That sounds good."

"Good, thank you," he whispers, slipping your wrists into the scrunchie, twisting behind the headboard. "If you don't like it... tell me right away, okay?"

"I will," you breathlessly reply, leaning into his soft touch.

Sitting on his knees between your legs, caressing your goosebumped thighs. "Good girl," he whispers in praise. "That's my good girl," stroking over the head of his cock with one hand while the other parts your folds.

He guides himself closer, his tip meer centimetres away as if he was taunting you. He slides his head through your dripping lips to lubricate his aching dick, teasing himself through your slick. Gripping at his base, he steadily pushes his head into you, going slow to allow you a moment to adjust. Keeping himself still before finally sinking further into you.

"Fu—“ he mutters, lids hung low. He desperately clasps under your jaw as he peppers wet, sloppy, needy kisses along it, gingerly grinding his hips into you. Massaging inside of you in the just way you both needed.

His head drops into the crook of your neck, mumbling incoherently as his hands roam your body, grasping and squeezing your skin as he slowly fucks into you. “You feel so good," he soft groans, clutching his hand around your throat, slinking his fingers back and behind, locking into a small fistful of hair and gently tugging. “So, fuckin good.”

Now that you are fully adjusted to his size, he starts to speed up, sliding in and out of you at the pace you need and crave. Hitting all of your perfect spots with the slight curve of his cock, giving you everything you could ever want and then some. His breathing grows heavy against your neck, strained and strangled as if he's holding himself off while his fingers entangle into tighter locks of your hair.

His movements grow more precise and urgent when he hears your perfect little whimpers in his ear, the desperation in your moans only egging him on more and more as he fucks you. "Such pretty sounds," he says, barely audible against your skin. Panting. "You feel so good around me— you feel so good." 

Your hands lace together, clutching your fingers with pure need, desperately wanting something to grip as you feel the wave build within.

You feel him start to twitch and pulsate inside you which immediately sets you off. Tightening and clamping around his cock with your release, instinctively grinding against him as you ride out the engulfing feeling. Your spasming movements sparked his own release, softly grunting under your jaw as he drags himself from you, spilling ropes of cum over your lower abdomen.

He litters your face in quick sweet kisses before removing the scrunchie from your wrists, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you with him. Holding you to his chest as he flops back against the mattress, readjusting you both as he pecks your cheek tenderly.

 Stroking down your bare back as he speaks low and soft. "Never stop making those sounds, sweetheart... that was— that was,"

"Incredible," you finish his sentence, snuggling tighter into his chest.

Softly chuckling. "Yeah,"

@mattymurdock1021 @v1ntage-daydr3am @ashlynhasmanyhyperfixations @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser @redecoratestan @kpopgirlbtssvt @scarletsloveletter @princess-pebbles-things @messymissy @schneeflocky @readerhead @thegreengoop @charmedkim

#matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfic #matt my beloved #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock smut #matt murdock drabble #matt murdock blurb #matt murdock x fem!reader #matthew murdock #matthew murdock fanfiction #matthew murdock x reader #matthew murdock x you #matthew murdock smut #mcu fanfiction

[certifiedskywalker]

A Set of Closing Statements - Matthew Murdock

If you had a nickel for every time you and Matt Murdock had to work on closing statements together but never finished, you would have two nickels. It isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice!

WARNINGS: swearing

You were nearly nose-to-nose. His breath caressed your cheeks, tantalizing and taunting. It felt purposeful, the proximity, the too-close-closeness. Yet, you let him wield his heat, let it lash against yours. You would allow it with no one else, no one but him.

With a shallow breath, his low voice reminded you of what little space remained. “The question at the heart of the matter is-”

“Is it just?” You finished for him.

“Exactly, and, philosophically, it is not.”

“That is quite a black-and-white perspective, Mr. Murdock.”

“Laws demand such objectivity,” he pressed, “they are, as Socrates says, a contract citizens of a given state agree to honor by continual habitation of said state.”

You leaned back, smiling to yourself. “However, then the question of justness shifts. Is it just to let a state remain if the citizens determine its application of the otherwise objective law is unjust? In this context and in his death sentence, Socrates is being singled out. The law has become a weapon to stunt the evolution of the state, its laws.”

“You’re over-elaborating Crito’s argument.”

“Or maybe you’re under-analyzing Crito’s argument.”

Matt leaned back in his seat, taking his heat with him. Though, you were much too preoccupied with how his mouth was opening and closing, trying to close his lips around the right words. All he caught was air and the silence of the classroom. Your smile widened. Before you could bask any further in the sunshine feel of victory, Dr. Drake cleared her throat.

“We will leave our debate on Plato’s Crito there for today. Come back to class on Thursday with your closing statements prepared for your respective perspectives.” Steely grey eyes seared your skin as the professor gave a pointed look in your and Matt’s direction. 

You offered her a softer smile that was only slightly apologetic as your peers hurried out of the lecture hall. A rustling at your right averted your gaze. Matt was gathering his binder of translated-to-braille readings and shoving it in his shoulder bag. The opening of which was still half zipped-closed. Instinctually, you reached over.

“Here. It’s still caught.”

“Oh, thanks,” he said as you leaned in close. You felt his heat again, your shoulder brushing against his chest. At the almost touch, you felt your original smile return.

“It’s the least I can do.”

“It is,” Matt said as you unzipped his bag the rest of the way. When you leaned back, you saw he was smiling too. “You think I under-analyzed Crito?”

“I think you under-analyzed the need for a radical revolution.”

“I think you guys forgot that you were on the same side! Again!”

You turned around to face Foggy. His long blond hair was rattier than usual, likely from the party the night before. But his eyes were bright with a mischief that was fresh from this morning’s debate. You rolled your eyes and quickly packed up your own readings and notes.

“Not my fault Matt is so steadfast. Stuck in his ways.”

“Ouch,” Matt placed a hand to his chest, “attacking my character? Thought we agreed on no mudslinging this time?”

“I’m not attacking your character,” you said with a tilt in your voice as you pulled your bag over your shoulder. “I’m just…encouraging you to entertain other views.”

“I’m no revolutionary.”

“You’re no saint either,” you fired back, linking your arm in Matt’s.

“Ugh,” Foggy groaned, pressing his hands to his temples as he led you and Matt out of the lecture hall. “We get it: you’re smart. Too smart. Two smartasses, the both of you.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, “Dr. Drake did give us a look.”

“A look?”

“Everyone was giving you guys a look!” Foggy started as he darted down the stairs. You guided Matt’s first step with your own. Once he found a rhythm, the descent was smooth. “Barely anyone else had a chance to talk, you nerds.”

“I thought we were smartasses?” Matt asked and you could not help but catch the contagion of his wide, boyish grin.

“Yeah, you are.”

The warm air of Spring trickled along your skin as you and Matt followed Foggy outside of the Cooper Building. Foggy continued to spout on about what attributes constituted a smartass as you all walked across the quad towards the library. Your arm remained tightly linked with Matt’s. He could have switched to his cane, you realized. Though, you were glad he hadn’t. You liked his heat, the smell of coffee and birchwood that seemed to always stick to his clothes.

“I can’t argue against that evidence.” Matt’s voice broke you from your little reverie.

“Yup, and you won’t. ‘Cause you’re a smart…ass. Smart. But an ass. You’re stubborn but you know when you’re beaten and you admit it in that know-it-all tone-”

“He doesn’t know when he’s beaten,” you interjected and Foggy’s tirade fell quiet. “Why do you think he’s always arguing with me?”

You looked across the sidewalk, across Matt, and met Foggy’s gaze. His light eyes sparkled with a sudden, new-wave of eagerness. With a jester-like jump, he walked backwards before you and Matt so he could face you. Wide-eyed, you watched him nearly trip up the steps of the library. Passersby took in the scene frightfully before disappearing inside.

“Well, I mean…”

“Are we at library?”

“Can you smell the fear of people Foggy is scaring?”

Matt chuckled, the gravelly sound reverberating in his chest. You felt it in his arm, even as it slipped from yours. He fumbled with cane for a moment before it snapped open with an airy crack like a stiffened snake. A rattle came from the ball tip as Matt rolled it against the pavement tiles. He flicked his head to the left then the right. It was his ‘going somewhere’ dance.

“You’re not studying with us tonight?” You asked, peering into the dark lenses of Matt’s glasses.

“I actually promised to help someone with Spanish tonight.”

“Anyone we know?”

“Nance Tracy?”

“From the writing center?” Foggy gripped the library stair railing for support, the thought of Nance Tracy apparently weakening his knees.

“Turns out she struggles with grammar, just not English grammar.”

“So, I won’t be seeing you back in the room tonight?”

You shot Foggy a furrowed brow glance and he mouthed ‘What?!’ in a manner that made you scowl. 

“Why? You having company over later tonight, Foggy?” Matt teased, leaning lightly on the handle of his cane. 

“If by company you mean a bag of pizza rolls, then yes.”

“I’ll be sure to be quiet then,” Matt quipped back. “Happy studying.”

Your heart sank slightly at the sight of him walking off on his own. It felt far too reminiscent of last year. Desperate to alleviate the ache that accompanied the sight, you called out.

“Let me know if you want help with your closing statement!”

“Smartass!” Matt called back and your chest swelled with heat, a full, warm hope. A stretch of silence followed his departure, that was until Foggy spoke up.

“He seems better.”

You glanced over at him. “Yeah, but he’s still…”

“Yeah, I know. Elektra really fucked him up.”

“She did,” you agreed before pushing on his shoulder, “and cracking jokes about sleeping around might not be helping.”

Foggy didn’t miss a beat, it was why you always knew he would make an amazing lawyer. “Not helping Matt or not helping you?”

“Did you prep a closing statement?”

“I emailed you a text copy this morning.”

“You did?”

“I did.”

Panicked, your rustled through the papers splayed out on the table in a wild-whirl search for your laptop. With a collection of new paper cuts, you found it and cracked it up. The screen illuminated and, after a few sharp clicks, revealed your inbox. You scrolled but found only spam messages about discounts and deals.

“Subject line?”

“CS: Threat of Department of Damage Control.”

“I’m not seeing it, Matt. All I have is the email Foggy CC’d me in on about how to bill Spiderman. Speaking of, did you ever get paid for that?”

“Hard to bill someone when you don’t know their billing address…or name,” he sighed. “You can check my drafts. Maybe I just didn’t send it.”

You darted to Matt’s side of the desk and leaned over his shoulder. Heat kissed your skin, even through the button-up your wore. The warmth was followed by the familiar scents of Matt. Coffee. Birchwood. Copper, that tang of blood.

Quickly, you looked down at Matt, his shoulder. Through the white of his shirt there was a bloom of crimson. Quickly, you pulled back and rested a hand on the back of Matt’s head. “What?”

“You’re bleeding,” you murmured, tilting his head to the side. With your free hand, you fiddled at his collar, pulling it away enough for you to look beneath. “Matt.”

“I must’ve forgot to change the bandage before I left.”

You sighed and started towards the office kitchen of Nelson, Murdock, & Page. “Where are the-”

“Upper right cabinet. Second shelf, behind the granola bars.”

Reaching up, you rifled through the snacks and felt your finger find a Tupperware container filled to the brim with medical supplies. The first aid kit. Careful not to knock down Foggy’s array of Cheez-It boxes, you manuevered the container free from the cabinet. When you strode back into Matt’s office, he was already fiddling with the buttons at the collar of his shirt.

You forgot yourself for a moment, forgot that Matt, while blind, could see in other ways. Some part of you still believed in his need for his cane, that emblem of your shared college days. Some part of you still ached for him to see you how you had always seen him; still heard the echo of Foggy’s teasing questions. And that part of you let you linger in the doorway, watching.

The startings of chest hair were just entering your view when the spell broke. “LIke the show?”

“I-”

“I’m kidding,” Matt cooed, “but I am still bleeding.”

Hurriedly, you made your way to Matt’s side. The splotch on his shirt spread with a little trickle tracing down his back. You slowly peeled the material back from his skin. A blood-soaked bandage was slipping off his shoulder and you gently pulled it the rest of the way free.

You quickly tossed it in the little trash bin by Matt’s desk and reached, with your clean hand, for the first aid kit. Careful not to place your bloodied hand down anywhere, you pulled out a towel and pressed it to the wound. Matt hissed softly and you murmured an apology. 

“Can you put pressure on it while I get the bandage?”

“Yeah,” Matt replied, and you guided his hand to his shoulder. With a light touch, you pressed on his fingers, denoting where he should press too. “Thank you, for this.”

“It’s no problem. Just hope you weren’t bleeding in front of clients. It’d stain your image.”

“Wow,” Matt chuckled, “if I wasn’t already in pain-”

“Laughter is the best medicine, right?”

“Not when you have broken ribs.” Matt’s tone dipped into the heaviness of a memory you did not share, into a haunted thing. Your own joy fell at the thought.

Instead of trying to save the feeling, you prodded at his hand. He lifted his fingers and you saw the wound once more. You wiped gently at the excess blood before you stuck the fresh bandage on. The crisp white pinkened at the contact, but did not immediately soak through. The bleeding was slowed.

“If it’s like that tomorrow, go to a clinic for stitches,” you said, pulling Matt’s sleeve back up. “I also think this shirt is essentially ruined.”

“I have one Hell of a dry-cleaner,” he quipped back, but the levity was gone. Matt saw it missing without seeing at all. “Are you alright? You’re…quieter.”

You shook your head. “Just, you’re hurt. Broken ribs. It’s nothing Foggy, Karen, and I haven’t said before. I want you to take care of yourself. I’m not saying stop, just help me by helping yourself not bleed out anywhere.”

As you spoke, you packed away the medical supplies and closed the lid on the container. The heat of Matt’s body emanated, pressed against your own in that wonderful way it always had. You nearly jumped when you felt it intensify, when his hand closed gently around your wrist and pulled you to face him.

His glasses were off then, brown eyes exposed and warm, flitting across the general shape of your face. “I’m going to be okay.”

“You’ve said that hundreds of times,” you sighed, “but the bruises get bluer and the worry gets worse. I think about you getting your ass kicked a lot, Matt, too much.”

He smiled, that charming grin. “Ya know, sometimes, I’m the one kicking asses.”

“I do know. I just wish…” you trailed off, pressing your lips in a thin line. The thought that haunted your senior year of college resurfaced in a eviler shape and Matt must have heard your heart pounding.

“What is it?” He squeezed your wrist softly, “tell me.”

“I blame her for this sometimes.”

“Who?”

“Elektra.” 

Matt shifted in his seat, the unbuttoned portion of his shirt slipping open slightly. “I was already doing it. I was always going to find my way here, to the Devil.”

“I know, you stubborn smartass. I know it’s unfair, to you and to her. But she hurt you so bad, Matt and then this really picked up.”

“You and Foggy pulled me out of it the first time, just like you did the last time.” He stood then, hands cupping your elbows lightly as if to keep you standing in front of him. 

“I was hard seeing you like that, both times.”

“But you saw me anyway,” his hands rested on your upper arms then, “and I’m…I’m sorry I put you through that, that I didn’t tell you everything. I wanted to but I thought you wouldn’t like what you saw.”

“Then you couldn’t see me, and you didn’t.”

There was a paused and Matt took a breath, one that tickled the skin of your neck with how close he was. “And it was a cycle.”

“Operating like a corruptive state.”

It was impossible to look at anything but Matt. He filled your vision and invaded your other sense. There was that heat again, stronger than ever before. It only burned brighter when he smiled again.

“You think we staged a revolution radical enough to break it?” “Did we?” Your question was a challenge, as your questions to Matt often were. 

This was one he did not hesitate to accept. 

His hands roamed up and cupped your jaw to pull you in. Plush lips met yours and the skin of your chin was scratched by scruff. Your hands clutched at his ruined shirt and pulled until his heat became yours. There would be time for closing statements later.

#law nerds #lawyers #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock imagines #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdoc fanfic #matthew murdock imagine #matthew murdock imagines #matthew murdock fanfiction #matthew murdock x reader #matthew murdock fanfic #daredevil #foggy nelson #elektra natchios #karen page #daredevil x reader #daredevil imagine #daredevil imagines #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil fanfic #marvel #marvel fanfiction #marvel imagines #daredevil born again

[takenbypeter]

I Know You're Beautiful

Matthew Murdock x reader

Word Count: 361

~~~~~

Turning around, you stood in front of the mirror, staring at yourself with a slight downturned lip. You didn’t hate what you saw but you couldn’t help but see areas for improvement. 

Matt stepped into the room, immediately grinning, smelling the familiar ambrosial scent of you. He took the well known steps, sitting on the bed behind you. He sat silently while you let out a subtle huff. 

“What’s on your mind?”

Apparently you weren’t subtle enough. “Nothing, just thinking.”

“I know you want to say something.” He waits while you turn around to face him. “You’re breathing changes when you’re about to.”

You let out another huff knowing he’d get it out of you one way or another. Instead of arguing against the fact, you just asked him, “do you ever wish I looked different?”

“I can’t see,” he says, chuckling a little at his reminder. You roll your eyes, “no-“ you let out a small sigh of frustration, “you know what I look like. You've felt me.”

A beat of silence passes, before you wonder, “do you think I’m beautiful?”

You wait for a response, any response. It seems like for a moment you’ve finally got his words caught in his throat. 

Without a word he scoots over to one side of the bed and picking up that signal you go to sit beside him. Before your rear could land on the mattress, he reached out pulling you right into his lap while wrapping his arms around you, keeping your close. 

Once comfortable, he starts again. “Foggy likes to say I have a gift. That I somehow always know how to spot the beautiful ones. I usually laugh it off, but now I’m starting to think he’s right. Because I know for a fact, that you’re stunning.”

With your own tiny smile you rest your head against his. He always seemed to know what to say. 

“Why are you asking in the first place?”

You shrug, “I don’t know it’s just nice hearing it sometimes. That I’m beautiful.”

Matt’s low chuckle rumbled underneath you, “does that mean I’m not saying it enough?”

“No, just means I like hearing it.”

#matthew murdock fanfic #matthew murdock fanfiction #matthew murdock imagine #matthew murdock x reader #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil fanfic #daredevil imagine #daredevil x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock x reader

[juniperwoodwell]

Hello. I saw your Matt Murdock request and I would like a request thar Matt was having a nightmare and reader goes to comfort him. Thank you

Night Terrors

••••••••••••••••

Word count:1447

Paring(s):Matt Murdock x Reader

Warning(S): Angst,minor arguing, bad writing, happy ending.

A/n: Thank you so much for this request I really enjoyed the idea but I haven't been in the best writing mood so this might be horrible. But thank you anyway!

(photo not mine)

I knew he'd had a rough week with this recent case and the spike in crime going on, so I should have known his frustration would boil over eventually. "Leave." He demanded sternly, "Matt- That's not fair..." I tried to reason, but he was a man stuck in his ways. "I don't want you here if you're going to keep distracting and interrupting me." He kept his back to me as he sat on the couch hunched over the coffee table with his papers and files spilled across it. "Oh. I'm sorry for being such a bother to you. You can order your own damn food." I say, feeling my own frustration starting to rise. "Actually, You know what. Find yourself someone else to look after you all the time. Someone who doesn't piss you off every time they breathe." I didn't mean to get pissed off, but this is the fifth time this week that he's been an ass to me, but I didn't need to be treated like this, not by him. So I grabbed my keys off the dining table. "Where are you going?" He finally speaks, "Oh look, Now he wants to care."

I scoff and head towards the door, hearing him get up from the couch and come after me. "Y/n-" He says just barely above a whisper; I turn to glare at him over my shoulder even though I knew he couldn't see it, but he could sense it at least "You're right, that wasn't fair of me, I know but please, don't leave. stay," I felt him reach for me, and I pulled away, "Sweetheart, please, I'm sorry." He goes for me again, and I let him grab my arm. "Matthew. I need some air." I say as I open the door. "Baby-" "No. I'm leaving, and you can't convince me to stay this time." I close the door behind me, and as it locks, I hear a thump; I assume it was matt resting his head against it. "Good...he's thinking about his actions," I whisper.

After I left Matt's apartment, I decided to get a late-night coffee to think about how I should discuss the argument with Matt; both of us getting some time away should help cool the air; my phone has been ringing every ten minutes, and it's always Matt. "Honey...You'll be fine," I whisper into the coffee mug as I look out the cafe window. "I should go back soon.." and thats just what I did; as soon as I finished the coffee, though, he could wait a little longer.

As I stepped into the apartment, I could hear soft snores from the couch; once I locked the door, I walked through the hallway to see matt passed out, his head against the back of the couch, his knee spread apart, and his arms at his side. He looked peaceful, "Oh. He cleaned up.." I whisper to myself as I walk into the kitchen; opening the fridge, I see a box of Chinese sitting on the top shelf with a post-it note. 'I got you your favorite, sweetheart. I'm sorry for being an ass.' He actually wrote something on paper which surprised me, but it kinda looked like a ransom note since he doesn't write on paper often. When he does that, I know he means his apology. He once wrote " I love you " on a receipt when he bought groceries for me. "Sweet man, you are Murdock," I say quietly. The moment is interrupted by uncomfortable groans; I look over to matt, who seems to be having a nightmare; these were more common than you'd think.

I shut the fridge and walked to the couch, sitting beside him. "Matthew, honey. Wake up" I gently placed my hand on his thigh, but he was only getting deeper into the nightmare. Carefully I shook his shoulder, which seemed to do the trick; he jolted up and hunched over his head in his hands, "Matty.." my voice surprised him. A whimper was all that left his lips as he turned and leaned his head against my shoulder, I rubbed his back, and he held me close to him. My shoulder was wet from his silent tears "Honey Bunny; You're okay. I'm here," I say softly, but he remains silent the whole time. I don't entirely remember what happened, but we fell asleep on the couch.

The sun beaming through the large windows woke me, I wanted to get up and make some coffee, but Matt's heavy weight on top of me made it nearly impossible to move. "Matty...We should get up." I whisper sweetly to him, but he refuses to let me up by nuzzling his head into my neck and wrapping his arms tighter around me. "Can we at least move to the bed?" I ask as I run my fingers through his hair. He nods against me before slowly releasing me and getting up off the couch. He kept his eyes close as he picked me up off the couch. "Matt...I can get myself to the room," I say as I hold onto him "no..I know that once you get up, you're up for the rest of the day," he tells me when he lays me down on the bed, he crawls on top of me again, I grab the large blanket and throw it overtop of us. "Fine, but we're not sleeping all day." I get no response from him, only soft peaceful snores.

The annoying buzz of my phone vibrating on the kitchen counter wakes me up, my head is resting against Matt's chest, and his arm is wrapped around me. I groan quietly as I sit up, careful not to wake him as I get out of bed. I grab my phone and see it's my boss, who's been calling, "Hello, sir." I say as I answer it; I walk to the coffeepot and start to make some coffee, grabbing our favorite mugs from the cabinet. "Yes, of course. Yes, Sir, I know the deadline is Thursday, but that's four days away, and I have plenty of time to comple-...Yes Sir, I understand."

I sigh exhaustedly as I hang up the call. "Y/n?" I hear matt call out from the bedroom, "Out here, baby" I hear some shuffling and heavy footsteps. I turn to see Matt leaning against the bedroom doorframe with a sweet smirk on his lips. "What's that look for?" I ask, almost mimicking his expression. "You're wearing my shirt... And I'm not dreaming. You actually came back." He says as he walks over to me, loosely wrapping his arm around my waist and kissing the top of my head. "We need to talk," I say to him as I fill up our mugs with coffee; I hand him his mug, and he thanks me; I hop up onto the counter, trapping him between my knees. We both sip our coffee in comfortable silence until he speaks up, "I'm sorry for how I've been acting. I should never talk to you like that, and I felt horrible after you left. I shouldn't take my frustration out on you. I was so worried" As he spoke, his eyes were filled with regret, but he wouldn't let me see it as he turned his head towards the window. "I forgive you, Matt. I know we've both been struggling this week. We should relax today; make it about you and me. Take some time to heal our stressed minds." I offer to him, but He says nothing; still blankly looking out the window, I knew he was overthinking everything. I placed my hand on his cheek to coax him to turn back towards me; he shut his eyes and nuzzled his face into my hand. "I'm sorry," he says quietly,  repeating it a few times; I quiet him by taking his mug and placing it on the counter before pulling him into a hug. 

Matt pulls away and kisses my head." I love you." He kisses my nose and says again, "I love you." a final sweet kiss to my lips, whispering the words once more as though the world was falling around us. "I love you too."

A/n:(2022) I don't really like how I wrote this one, but I wanted to fulfill the request. I hope you like it. I need to go back and study Matt's personality more. If you have any Matt Murdock requests let me know! Request's are open.

A/n:(2023) I actually like this now lol, I might go back and correct some spelling errors though.

#writing #fanfic #reader insert #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock #matthew murdock fanfiction #matthew murdock x you #matthew murdock x reader #matthew murdock #daredevil x female reader #daredevil x y/n #daredevil

[memphisnovels]

Fade into you

Chapter 3. Continuum

{Breathe me deeper baby, inhale Intoxicate yourself then exhale Pay attention to my detail

What's your pleasure, what's my name? Blend and merge until we're same Nothing much of us remains}

Matt Murdock x ofc

Chapter 1 & Chapter 2 

Sorry this took a while the last couple of weeks have been kicking my ass! 

Enjoy my loves!!!!

Alli puts up an icy exterior but she’s a little love-starved cinammon roll when all is said and done

CW: strong smut (18+ friends), swearing, angst, arguing & poor conflict resolution as per usual.

<3<3<3

The sound of bottles clinking together filled my ears, accompanied by the voices of other patrons who’d accumulated around Josie’s. I recalled coming to this dive bar back in college, the Thursday night drink specials were particularly attractive back then. It was all still quite fresh in my mind, the smell of cheap liquor and dingy amenities that gave it this kind of intangible charm. Though, I often attributed a portion of said charm to the company I kept.

“All I’m saying is there’s no way Professor Lark didn’t want me, it was undeniable, the way her face lit up every time I answered one of her questions…” I rolled my eyes heavily at Foggy’s words, hiding my endeared smile behind the neck of my beer bottle. “The way she said my name.”

The reminiscent lilt in his voice caused a hearty laugh to escape me. “I’m sorry, how exactly did she say your name?”

“Like this, like-” he pressed a hand to his chest dramatically “-Foggy.” His tone went light and breathy, eyes closing for a moment as he dragged out the syllables.

I glanced at Matt from across the table, stifling a laugh. “Okay, you’re officially delusional.” He spoke with an amused expression sitting across his lips.

Foggy narrowed his eyes in indignation, turning to me frantically, willing me to back him up. “Yeah, sorry, Fogs, that’s not quite how I remember it.”

“Well, you guys weren’t there so you don’t know.” He sipped his drink with a huff.

My cheeks began to hurt with how wide I’d begun to smile. “Right, well if it’s any consolation your vivid re-enactment of the event in question really made me feel like I was there.”

He rolled his eyes, sending me a glare that was nothing if not feigned.

“Wasn’t Professor Lark like 80?” Matt abruptly piped up.

“Shut up, Murdock, she was a beautiful person alright! She had a young soul.”

I covered my face as the laughter tore through me. “Gross, Foggy!” The two men laughed at my disgust as I attempted to rid the tears from my eyes. “God, I almost forgot how weird you are.”

“Really?!” Matt and Foggy spoke in unison, the latter promptly shoving the former with playful ire.

A lull came a moment later, our laughter dying down as we continued to share memories from our college days, most of which were shared moments, some which were after… Things had changed. I felt a feeling of warmth in the pit of my stomach, something I’d always experienced here, in their company. An inexplicable sense of comfortability.

“Ah yes, many tears were shed in the break room when I was a measly intern.” I sipped my beer. “I swear the higher-ups get off on crushing the interns.”

Foggy sent me a knowing smirk. “Interesting.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Nelson?”

He shrugged. “I’m not sure what you had to cry about little miss youngest ADA ever.”

I nodded fervently, leaning my elbows on the table. “Yeah exactly! You know how many times I got my ass kicked to get there?” Matt smirked into his glass, sipping the amber liquid with an air of pure smugness. I narrowed my eyes in his direction. “Something on your mind there, Matthew?”

“Oh, nothing much, just thinking about what we were told about you.” With a raised eyebrow I waited for him to continue. “I’m not sure if you know this but you’ve made quite the splash in the world of New York lawyers, Foggy and I were actually warned about you when you were made first chair on the Union Allied case.”

Foggy let out a giggle that caused me to smile. “Pray tell.”

“Other lawyers told us to be careful because you’re a shark, borderline unbeatable.”

“Only borderline?”

His smirk grew as he placed his glass down, mirroring me with his arms folded in front of him on the table that separated us. “Mhm.”

I bit my tongue slightly, a vicious smile on my face. He was goading me. “I’m not sure who your sources are Murdock, but I’d like to know why exactly they’re underselling you on just how good I am.”

“Exactly, how good are you, Blake?”

I tilted my head at him, raising a solitary eyebrow. “Unbeatable.”

“According to?” He asked coyly.

“The extensive list of people I’ve beaten.”

“Ah, but you’ve yet to go head-to-head with me, Sweetheart.” I opened my mouth to disagree, but he cut me off before I’d been able to get the words out. “Other than mock trial.” He added with a smart-ass grin that made me want to… to… I clenched my hand into a fist as if I could grasp all that tension and crush it into a ball to make it dissipate.

Despite my frustration, my smile grew, glad that he remembered and slightly disturbed by just how fast he was able to predict my precise next words. “Oh, I’m not too concerned about that.”

It was his turn to raise his eyebrows. “Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

Foggy scoffed, turning to go get another round from the bar; I barely noticed.

“Well now I’m sure of it?” Matt said, adjusting his glasses, the red lenses reflecting the dim light ever so slightly.

I asked him to elaborate.

He appeared to me as utterly familiar in that moment. I knew him, knew Matt, better than I’d ever known anyone. “You, Allison Blake, have an ego problem.”

“How’s that?”

“You can’t fathom being bested by me, you couldn’t in law school either.” He teased. We were both leaning forward against the table now, my pinkie finger was barely an inch from his wrist.

“I don’t need to fathom it because it’s impossible.”

“What if I took you off guard.”

I scoffed at him, glancing at Foggy who was still awaiting Josie’s attention at the counter. “As if you could ever take me off guard.” I downed the rest of my beer.

He regarded me. Never turning his face, never giving even an inch, his lips were upturned as he sat before me in momentary silence. The dim light painted him like it was curving to his very being. Once my eyes were on him again it was extraordinarily hard to tear my gaze from him. I was sure he knew I was having difficulty because a moment later his tongue darted out, wetting his lips; they remained parted. “I think I could.” I barely heard him.

Neither of us spoke then. My heart was thrumming against my chest, and I was feeling feverish suddenly. Matt’s hand moved; I could feel the warmth of him radiating onto the tips of my fingers. My gaze fell to our hands. They weren’t touching yet to the naked eye there appeared to be no more space between them. I considered brushing against his hand, feeling his flesh under my own, I couldn’t bring myself to move. Foggy approached in my peripheral vision but my focus was entirely on Matt’s fingers which had moved to graze my knuckles, twisting the ring that sat on my index finger, so the small diamond sat upright. I swallowed heavily as I watched his movements.

“Alright you two, enough with the dick-measuring contest, Josie has graciously bestowed us with our last round so we better enjoy it.”  

Foggy set the drinks on the table and Matt’s touch was gone. I exhaled deeply, closing my eyes for a split second to regain my composure before leaning back in my seat and accepting the new drink. The night continued on, the three of us teasing and reminiscing. When Matt excused himself to the restroom, I steeled myself to say the words that had been on my mind for a very long time.

“I’m really sorry, Foggy.”

He paused, bottle halfway to his lips. “Sorry for what?” He chuckled. “For drawing a dick on my face when I was passed out at Natalia Lawrence’s party in second year? Because if so good, I’ve been waiting on that.”

I laughed, recalling my magnum opus. “No not for the dick, that was hilarious, I have no regrets over that.” He sighed exasperatedly. “But seriously, I do owe you an apology for how everything went down in our final year of law school.”

Foggy shook his head gently, all amusement draining from his expression. “Alli, you don’t owe me an apology at all.”

“No, I do, Foggy it wasn’t fair on you. I was mad and… And I was hurting but you were my friend too and you did nothing wrong. I should have stayed in touch.”

He took a long sip of his drink, placing a reassuring hand on top of my own. “I’m not mad at you, I never was. You had your reasons for what you did. Of course, it would have been nice not to lose you after the event that shall not be named but I don’t blame you for pulling away.”

I inhaled deeply, willing the stinging in my eyes to go away. Having someone care for me in the way Foggy always had was entirely unfamiliar to me, it was an all-encompassing love without condition or expectation, one I’d never experienced. It was incredibly hard for me to accept it from him, to accept his kindness and unwavering support. “You didn’t lose me, Fogs.” I took another deep breath, forcing myself to speak the truth and swallow it down. “You didn’t lose me, and you never will. I’m sorry for letting you think that you did.”

Foggy hugged me tightly before he left, there was a gentleness there that I could hardly fathom. It was grateful and full of warmth. Though, I was certain Foggy Nelson was incapable of offering coldness to anyone. I was overjoyed at being able to preserve our friendship. “How are you getting home?” Matt’s voice filled my ears as Foggy got into a cab. I could feel the warmth of his chest behind me, the fabric of his button-up grazing my shoulder as he moved to stand beside me. I thanked God for the brisk air prompting me to put my coat on, I wasn’t sure I could bare the contact without it.

“Cab, probably.” I looked at my hands for a moment before glancing at him, he puffed out a breath, the air coming out white. His cheeks were flushed from the cold, his hair slightly less uniform than it had been at the beginning of the evening. It devastated me to see him look so invitingly beautiful. My skin prickled as my mind wandered. He tilted his head toward me, a small smile on his lips. “Why’s that?” I forced out to fill the heavy silence.

He shrugged. “I was just thinking it was a nice night for a walk is all.”

“It’s freezing.”

“Do you have a better suggestion of how to warm up?”

I swallowed, crossing my arms tightly over my chest. Why did he have to stand so close to me and say things like that and look like that? “Are you asking to walk me home, Matthew?”

“That depends.”

“On?”

He let out a quick exhale through his nose, almost a laugh. “Would you like me to walk you home, Allison?”

“It’s a long walk.”

He was facing me now, lips curving into a smirk as he challenged me. “How long?”

“40 minutes at least.” I retorted. It was barely 40 minutes for someone who set a glacial pace.

He shrugged once more. “That’s not very long.” His fingers grazed over the side of my hand. “I’m up for it if you are.”

I’m not sure that’s a good idea. That is what I had meant to say to him, those are the words I decided on, yet my mouth never opened. Instead, I tentatively offered my arm to him. His smirk fell into a pleasing smile as he drew his hand from my wrist to my upper arm gently, fingers wrapping around me so I could guide him. I could almost feel the giddiness that he exuded at having won this round. We walked in comfortable silence for a while, the occasional comment with unbearably flirtatious undertones shared. As hard as I tried to move past it, a comment Foggy had made at Josie’s was heavy on my mind.

  “Is what Foggy said true? I know he was teasing but did you really almost not pass the bar?” He was silent then, contemplative. I waited for his response, not wanting to upset him. He exhaled through his nose, nodding gently. We continued to walk as I considered what to say to him next. “I wish you’d told me. I know that we weren’t exactly… simpatico at the time but you could have talked to me anyway, I don’t think I would have ignored you if you asked for my help.” He turned his head ever so slightly in my direction then, remaining quiet. “I don’t think I could have.” The admission surprised even me, but I let it hang in the air, not taking it back regardless of how intensely vulnerable it was for me. I realized then we were nearing my street.

“We used to tell each other things.” I sent him a sidelong glance as he continued. “We used to tell each other so many things, we shared so much of ourselves. I hate that we stopped.”

I did too.

But then I felt incensed. The feeling bubbled in my throat, the back of my neck heating up as his words echoed in my head. As if it were a mutual shortcoming, an accidental severing of contact, the implication drove me to the brink of madness, something Matthew Murdock had never struggled to do.

“You say that as if we simply fell out of touch,” I responded with a bitter laugh.

He tensed slightly as if wounded by my words. “That isn’t what I meant.”

“But that was the implication.” His eyebrows furrowed at my tone. “You’re very charming, Matt, but that doesn’t mean that it’s all just water under the bridge. Unfortunately for you, you don’t get to just opt out of all portions of the blame, not with me.”

He shook his head. “That is not what I’m trying to do, that’s not what I have ever tried to do!”

My eyes widened at his gall as I came to an abrupt stop, pulling my arm from his. “Are you kidding me?! As if you really believe that, are you really acting like you took any kind of accountability for what a monumental asshole you were?”

“I’m pretty sure me coming to your office, hat in hand, to offer you my sincerest apologies was me taking accountability.”

“Oh, how kind of you, I suppose I should consider myself lucky then to have been deigned with an apology by the mighty Matthew fucking Murdock himself?”

He took a step forward, jaw clenched as he regarded me. “What do you want from me, Alli? Huh? Do you want me to build a goddamn time machine and go back to that night to take it all back?” It wasn’t just that night; or at least the wasn’t the first time he’d hurt me, it was the only one I could tell him about though. I grit my teeth, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I took in his words.

“Yes actually, that would be great!” I laughed dryly.

“Jesus Christ, you are unbelievable.” He clenched his hands into fists at his side, scoffing angrily. Taking another step forward whilst shaking his head in indignation. “Seriously, you… you are just infuriating.” Towering over me the way he was now, chest heaving, white-knuckled, disheveled with fury, he appeared utterly terrifying; yet I felt no fear. He had never scared me. The feeling that filled me was the complete opposite, it was a familiar warmth, a tinge of ire combined with a sickly-sweet dose of utter want. My body was tense, and I could feel a tingling sensation running down the underside of my flesh, dancing across each nerve ending. I was on fire. I burned and burned; I burned for him. He was standing far to close to me, half a step at most. My heart was racing, and my body was flushed. The air around me was biting at every part of my skin that it could reach and yet I was sweating.

“I feel for you, truly, I’m playing the world’s smallest violin in your honor.” I bit back, petty retorts the only thing that came easy when he was so focused on me. When the smell of his cologne was fogging my mind.

“Fuck you.”

“Fuck you.”

His lips were on mine then and there was only him. His body was hard against mine, anchoring me to the street as I melted into his embrace. He kissed me fervently, devoutly, one hand finding the curve of my waist while the other found the back of my head, pulling me further against him. I was having a hard time deciphering where he started, and I ended. The kiss was deep and unyielding as if he were trying to meld us into one being. I couldn’t find it in myself to care in that moment, hooking an arm around his neck as my other slipped into his hair. The hand that had rested on my waist slipped beneath my coat, bringing a cold shock into the warmth, encouraging me to move even closer to him. He grabbed a handful of my ass as he continued to kiss the life out of me. A breathy whimper fell from my lips, as the feeling. He’d never struggled to melt me down into an incoherent puddle of need. Air was once again filling my lungs as we parted. Matt rested his forehead against my own, as if unable to break the contact. We both gasped for air as we clutched each other tightly.

Parting from me, he used a single finger under my chin to tilt my head up and capture my lips once more, gentler and less urgent but just as intense. “I think we’re here.” I glanced over to see we were indeed standing before my apartment building. How he’d known that I didn’t question, far too caught up in the feeling of his hand caressing my cheek. I studied the building before me, biting my lip as my gaze returned to him, our bodies were still firmly aligned. I wasn’t sure what the right call was here, probably saying goodbye. Silence sat heavy between us as we basked in the moment. I wished he would tell me what he wanted without me having to ask, maybe it’d make this decision easier. What did I want? I knew the answer, but it seemed like the wrong choice. The logical part of my brain told me to take a step back. To take a deep breath and put an end to this, but then there was the voice in the back of my head, persistent, unyielding in her efforts.

I felt sure she was the devil on my shoulder, not the voice of reason, she is the temptress; the voice I should banish. It was obvious, you don’t listen to the devil on your shoulder when it tells you to do something, but then he tucked a stray curl behind my ear and ghosted his lips over the corner of my forehead, just above my eyebrow and I could think of nothing else. I wrapped my fingers around his wrist, squeezing once before walking toward the steps before my building, pausing only momentarily, waiting for rejection, waiting for goodbye. Instead, after a mere moment passed, Matt stepped toward me, intertwining his fingers with my own.

…

  The countertop was cold and hard beneath my back, a complete contrast to the line of scorching, open-mouthed kisses he pressed down the flesh of my thigh, a path mapped toward his destination. Making sure I was aware of where he planned to end up, making sure I was aching for his arrival.

His gaze moved toward my face, settling around my lips. “Tell me what you want.”

I exhaled heavily. “I want you to touch me.”

“I am touching you.” He taunted.

I threw my head back as his grasp on me tightened. His lips pressed against the delicate flesh once more, the same place he’d kissed all those nights ago that had made me lurch from his touch though now I was too far gone to do anything other than beg for him. “Matty,” I whined the nickname that I hadn’t dared utter since college.

He froze then, a shaky breath leaving him as his nose rubbed against my leg. “Fuck,” he whispered. I opened my mouth to urge him along, but the words died on my tongue as he licked a flat stripe between my legs. A high-pitched moan left me as he flattened his tongue against my arousal, setting a soul-shattering pace. I threw my head back as he ate me out like a man starved. Licking and kissing until I was entirely incoherent. “I’m sorry.” I knew the apology wasn’t for his teasing. There was pain in our shared past, a lot of it, for a second, I wasn’t sure how one-sided it was. I could no longer be sure I was its sole custodian.

I was unable to formulate a response as his lips wrapped around my clit. My nipples were pert and begging for attention as I arched my back at the intense burn of pleasure that seared through me. Gasps and squeaky moans fell from my lips as he continued to lick me. He laid his arm over my torso, pinning my hips down against the counter. I writhed under his hold, reaching my hand around frantically and begging him, for what I was unsure. The warmth of his palm filled my own as he intertwined our fingers. The relief and ease it brought me solidified my belief that he knew me better than I knew myself most days.

He moaned against me then, the vibration sending another wave of earth-shattering pleasure through me causing my body to lurch slightly off the counter. When I realized my thighs were clenched tightly around his head, I instantly loosened my grip, spreading my legs further. His arm left my torso then, firmly grasping my leg and pulling it tighter, trapping himself between my legs once more; his other hand never left my own. He continued to moan against me, his sounds were so loud and sure that one would think it was him who was being pleasured.

“You taste fucking incredible.” He traced an intricate pattern over my skin with his fingertips, bringing them slowly down to where his mouth was attached to me. His index finger met no resistance as he slipped it inside of me, the second finger causing me to bite my lip hard. My nose was scrunched as the pleasure bathed me in its cool embrace.

It was when he curled his fingers inside me and sucked hard at my clit that my hips bucked upward toward him. “Fuck, yes!” I cried.

“Stop fucking moving.” He spoke huskily only causing my moans to grow in volume.

“I’m sorry, Matty! Oh my god please, don’t stop, please.”

“Fuck, it’s okay sweetheart, Christ I’m gonna cum before you even touch me if you keep talking to me like that.” I was so close, right on the edge as he remained steadfast in his mission to make me combust. He gripped my hand tighter as I continued pleading. The pace of his fingers quickened as he began to suck harder at my over-sensitive clit. I clutched him, rocking my hips gently as he continued, scared if I moved too much, he’d stop delivering this sweet torturous pleasure. “Let go, sweetheart, cum all over my fingers, please I want you to make a mess for me.” That was all it took for my stomach to tighten and my entire body to explode into bliss. I threw my head back as my vision went white and my nerve endings felt as if they were alight. Cool water bathed me, tranquil and weightless, for a moment there was nothing but its embrace.

The sensation of Matt’s teeth sinking slightly into the flesh of my thigh brings me back to the kitchen with him. Suddenly he is on his feet once more, pulling me to sit upright as he observed me sightlessly. A single step forward is all it takes for his body to be flush against my own. He is still clad in his shirt and slacks, a far cry from the vulnerability of my flesh laid bare for him. I can taste myself on his lips, as his tongue dances with mine, grip tightening on my thigh, as if it is all that anchors him to this life. We did not speak as he pulls me into his arms, one hand beneath my ass the other still holding my thigh. I clung to him as he carried me toward my room, assisted by my verbal cues. He allowed me to move to my feet when we stood before my bed. I made quick work of his buttons pushing the fabric from his shoulders hastily before moving on to his slacks. I wrenched the belt from his waist leaving his pants on but unzipped. Biting my lip I observed him, he’d removed his glasses the second we entered my apartment, his hair was all over the place from my hands and his lips were swollen. My chest was heaving with the tension that was pulled taut between us. The air was thick with it, almost hard to swallow down.

“Take your pants off.”

He rose a solitary eyebrow at my tone, lips upturning in amusement. “That’s cute.”

“Shut up.”

“Watch your mouth.” I stepped toward him pressing a soft, sweet, lingering kiss against his lips. His eyes were still partially closed as I pulled away, flattening my palm on his chest, shoving him; he didn’t move an inch. “Careful, sweetheart. Wouldn’t want you to get yourself hurt.”

My hand remained against his chest. I attempted once more to shove him onto my bed, this time, however, his fingers wrapped around my wrist, and he yanked me abruptly toward him causing me to crash against his chest. My heart was thrumming as the smirk he wore grew, I was on my back less than a moment later.

#Matt Murdock #matt murdock smut #matthew murdock smut #matt murdock x ofc #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock fanfic #Daredevil #daredevil x oc #daredevil x ofc #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil smut #matthew murdock x oc #matthew murdock fanfiction #matthew murdock x ofc #Matt Murdock Daredevil #matt murdock x reader

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

dress - m. murdock

a/n: i am not proud of this in the way that i will not be claiming it when i am judged by god. warnings: SMUT like real sex!!! dom!matt, p in v smut, matt has a thing for talking in bed, MATT BEING A TEASE!!! many nicknames, pining, praise with slight degradation, fluff here and there, tipsy reader and matt, i'm sure i'm missing one or two word count: 3.3k summary: ten months of yearning wears you and matt down to desperation. pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader now playing: dress - taylor swift "say my name and everything just stops/i dont want you like a best friend/only bought this dress so you could take it off."

Foggy is so mad at him.

You’re a good employee, a great employee even! You’re dedicated to your job, and you bake in your free time, so you bring in all sorts of treats—Homemade bagels, donuts, cookies—His favorite are your cinnamon chai sugar cookies you make.

You’re intelligent, well-spoken, and good at explaining the issues that you run into. And you’re funny, Foggy would argue, you have incredible timing and wit. You always buy a round at Josies. You are an amazing employee and friend, and Foggy adores you.

So why, pray tell, must Matt feel the need to have you?

He won’t say it out loud, not to Karen, not to Maggie, not to Foggy, and certainly not you. But he’s entranced by you. He loves the sound of your voice as you explain things, he loves that your heart always skips a beat whenever you’re about to deliver a one liner that will crack everyone else up, he loves that when you bake, you always make things all naturally out of desire to make the best dessert you possibly can. But most of all?

He loves that your heart rate picks up whenever he enters the room.

You, on the other hand, are pretty much fascinated by Matt Murdock. You love the sound of his laughter, you love his hands, you love his charm, you love that you can see a chain around his neck when the day dwindles and he loosens his tie, and Jesus H Christ, you love that baritone.

So, it’s safe to say you’ve both been smitten since the first day you met each other.

Yet, you spend ten months cruelly dancing around your attraction for each other.

He’s hesitant to want you in any context, he’s your boss, he’s fucking Daredevil!

By then you know—Mostly accidentally on purpose. All his usual people are out of town or busy, so when he gets stabbed, he has nowhere else to go. He winds up climbing into your window, scaring the ever-living shit out of you. It’s not how he wanted to tell you about his alter ego, but he knows he can trust you.

And you hate the site of blood and gore, so you struggle to patch him up that night. And it makes your heart ache, all the ways he hurts from his nighttime hobby. And he decides right then and there that he can’t have you, not now. Not knowing how much you would—and really, will—worry about him.

So, he buries his want in other people that have no real meaning to him. He even goes on a second date with some of them. One of them even comes to visit him in the office to have lunch.

It makes you jealous to the point where you need to take a walk to dwindle your desire to go back into the office and beg on your hands and knees for her to leave so you can have him. What happens instead is that you go get a pumpkin chai latte and take it back to the office, sitting and keeping to yourself, even when the girl comes out of his office giggling as he stands in the doorway as she leaves.

He smells the pumpkin from his office, and it drives him wild. Just from how quietly you dwell in your jealousy, as you mask it with your favorite fall flavors.

He breaks up with the girl the next day.

• • •

And a week later, he gets his official invitation to Marci and Foggy’s wedding—A big to do, full of family, friends and coworkers that make it a real party. Matt will be Foggy’s best man. You and Karen aren’t in the wedding party, as you were good friends with both the bride and groom, but Karen wanted to make sure at least one of them was focused on the firm, and you hated to be the center of attention. So, you shared your love from a few aisles back.

You had gone shopping with Marci for your dress, Karen too. You enjoyed spending time with them—While you had made friends with them easily, prior friends had never really come easy to you.

It was nice to be wanted.

But they had insisted on you trying to find different dresses that made you look amazing. And for the most part, the dresses made you sort of uncomfortable. They revealed too much or revealed too little.

And then you came across this red satin dress. It hugs your curves in all the right way, and it makes you look good. It makes you feel good. You have these perfect black heels to wear with them, and then Karen says it.

“You know, Matt kind of has a thing about textures. He loves silk and satin.” Your face burns. Of course, he does. Why wouldn’t he? He can hear people's heartbeats, tell when they’re lying, why wouldn’t he be keen on nice textures?

“Karen Page, are you insisting I should by this dress to impress a man?” You laugh just to escape your nerves.

“No! But it can’t hurt! It’s not like he’s bringing a date—” She turns to Marci. “He’s not bringing a date, right?” she asks quickly. It makes her laugh.

“No, Murdock RVSP’ed for one.”  You look at yourself in the mirror again, thinking it over. And over. And over. Then you turn to your friends again, and nod.

“Alright. Alright, I’ll get it.” You grin, “And y’know.. Karen’s right, It can’t make the situation any worse.”

“You know what you need now? Good lingerie for after—” Your face is red again at your friend’s comment.

“Shut up, Marci!” You whine, heading back to the dressing room to get changed.

• • •

Matt is sitting with Foggy and his brothers, enjoying a glass of scotch before the ceremony when someone knocks on the door.

And somehow, he’s not shocked to hear your nervous heartbeat when the door opens.

“Hey Fog, Karen said you had scissors—Can I borrow ‘em quick? There’s a tag on this dress I forgot to take off and it’s impossible to reach—”

“Yes, Absolutely, and you know who would be great at helping you? Matt. An incredible knack for… Cutting things.” It’s a poor attempt to get the two of you alone, yet Foggy hands you the scissors and pushes you and Matt outside the room.

“My rooms only two doors down.” He explains, taking your hand in his and leading you there.

After finding out about his super senses, it became clear that he was more than capable of finding his way through places he’s stayed, and that he’s privy to a lot more information than people would give him credit for.

So here you are. In Matt Murdock’s hotel room. A tag itching at your back, with you unable to grab it.

“I’m just gonna—” He awkwardly reaches to the top of your dress, and you just move the hair from your neck and try to ease his anxiety.

“Just go for it, Matt. I don’t care, it’s just annoying.” You promise. And he does.

He folds the top of your dress the best he can and its only enough for the scissors to almost grab the tag without him sticking his hand down your dress. He hesitates for a second before exhaling deeply.

Then, he leans down towards your back, and scrunches the material enough so that he can reach the tag and bites the tag off.

You can feel his other hand on your hip. His hot breath on your back. He hears your heart jump as your breath becomes shaky. He wonders how bad it would be for him to skip the wedding and take you right here, in this room.

He plucks the tag from his teeth and smooths out your dress, as you let go of your hair. He feels this raw need for you.

And you feel it too. Yet he pulls away, taking a step back from you.

“We should get to the ceremony.” he said, trying to catch his breath. He yearns for you, in a way that anyone else would laugh at. It’s the type of yearning you read about in Jane Austen novels. That is the level that Matt longs to touch you. It’s desperation.

“Yeah...” You say softly, trying to recover from what just happened. You drop him back off at Foggy’s suite and head back to the hall, hoping to find Karen and put the moment behind you. And that’s just what happens. You watch the ceremony, and it’s gorgeous. You’re thrilled for Marci and Foggy, and it elates you that they put together such a beautiful ceremony.

And yet, you can’t take your eyes off Matt and how good he looks. He stands tall, and he really does look good. It makes it kind of hard to focus. It makes it really hard to focus. And you think about this all the way through their first dance song, through dinner, through cake and through all the cheesy wedding traditions Foggy insisted on.

You have a few drinks but eventually it all becomes too much, and you take a minute outside of the hall and into the cold air. And you’re thinking about Matt.

“You’re gonna catch a cold out here.”

Speak of the devil.

You turn back to him and smile.

“I’ve been thinking about you.” You say, and he hums. It’s the alcohol in both of your systems, it’s why neither of you run when you say it.

“Same goes for you, sweetheart.” He takes off his coat and wraps it around your shoulders. You note the silky texture of the inside of the jacket. It pushes you further.

“Why do we insist on playing this game? Why do we watch each other go after people who we don’t want when all we want is each other?”

He takes a moment to answer. Because in truth, he’s sure he could tell you why, he could discuss all of the horrible things that have happened to him, and you could share the same sort of stories about your own life. You could sit there and dissect past traumas for hours.

But that’s not really what you’re asking.

“I don’t know...” He says softly. His hands find themselves on your hips, and he rubs small circles into the fabric. “Satin?” You hum, melting at his touch. “Words, pretty girl. You know I like hearing your voice.”

“Satin.” You confirm, your breath catching.

“There she is...” He hums, and leans in. You feel his breath against your lip, and you take it upon yourself to close the gap between the two of you.

It’s soft, full of this hesitation because despite all the flirting, you’re still unsure of yourself. He quickly eases these fears as his hands move and you find his arms wrapped around your torso. He deepens the kiss, and you both lean into it. It becomes more desperate after that.

Your hands find their way to his hair, and you fiddle with the ends, unwilling to break the kiss, even if it means air. He breaks the kiss for a second, only to come back to your lips with more passion, biting your bottom lip, before slipping his tongue into your mouth, taking the more aggressive approach.

And you can’t take it anymore. You need him. You pull away from him, pant softly before kissing his jaw gently.

“Take me to your room.” You request. He obliges.

You find yourself taking off your heels as soon as you get in, your feet aching as you walk further into the room. The context is much different than it was this afternoon—And it makes you nervous.

Matt comes up from behind you and places his hands on your arms, rubbing them gently, before kissing your shoulder.

“You don’t have to be nervous. I’ll be gentle with you...” He says softly. You hum before he continues, “Or do you... want me to be rough with you?” he asks teasingly, landing a quick bite onto your shoulder. You make a noise of surprise and turn to him.

“You’re a tease, has anyone ever told you that?”

“Once or twice.” He begins to loosen his tie, eventually forcing it off and then starting to unbutton his shirt. You begin to help him with this task, eventually getting it all the way unbuttoned. Then you gently push him back against the bed and he laughs, falling onto it.

He thinks it’s cute. Until you sit above him, your dress hiking a bit. You lean down to kiss him as his hands find their way to the back of your thighs, and begin to move up and down, just being the tease, he is.

You whine into the kiss, and it just makes him chuckle further, before flipping the pair of you over, then planting a kiss on your neck.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart? Needy from just a few kisses?” He slips off his shirt as he continues to kiss you. One hand remains on your thigh, travelling up your thigh, eventually finding your panties.

“Mhm...” You hum, your hands wrapping around his neck again to play with his hair.

“Talk to me, sweet girl...” he says softly before he continues his assault on your neck.

“Matt…” You hum. “You know, I only—” Then his fingers find your clit and begin rubbing gentle circles, just teasing you with his fingers. It turns him from tease to cruel. You let out a moan, and he only tuts in disappointment.

“Keep talking or you won’t get anything from me.” He tells you, before continuing to tease you. His fingers begin to work on your folds. You try your best to focus. He takes off your panties and throws them on the ground somewhere.

“Only bought this dress for you... Thought you might like it...” You gasp again as he slips a finger into you, “Fuck—Thought it would make you do something about it.” In fairness, it got the reaction you had only hoped for in your wildest dreams. It makes him chuckle against your skin.

“Only got this pretty little dress for me to touch you like this?” He adds another finger and starts to move. When you don’t answer, too busy getting lost in his fingers, he bites your shoulder again. “Answer me, sweetheart.”

“Yes! God, yes…” You respond. He hums in approval, continuing to curl his fingers inside of you. It only takes a few minutes before you can feel yourself near the edge of an orgasm. “Matt… Baby, please...”

“C’mon, sweet girl... I’ve got you, let go...” And it’s enough to make you, cumming all over his fingers. He lets you ride out your high, out of breath. He kisses your neck again before bringing his fingers up to his lips, tasting your juices. “Sweet girl, still.” He smirks. Your heart skips a beat. He chuckles. Then he continues, “Did so good for me, sweetheart... Wanna keep going?” He asks.

“Yes, please... Wanna feel you inside me...” you confess.

“You want me to fill you up and stretch you out, pretty girl?” You should know better by now, but you just hum in response, gaining another bite to your shoulder. “Try again.”

“Yes... I want you so badly, Matt, please... I’ve been dreaming about it for months now,” You confess, “Need you...”  He seems satisfied by this, and moves back, helping you sit up.

“Well then, we’ll need to get this pretty dress off you.” He says, his fingers working to take off his belt. Your fingers run over his chest. It’s all he can do not to rip the dress off, but he knows how much it means to you and how much it could’ve cost. So, instead, he slips the dress off you and feels you shiver against him. Still so nervous. He tosses the dress in the general direction of his suitcase, so it doesn’t sit on the floor. He leans in and starts pressing kisses to your chest, his hands reaching up to your bra and unclasping it. He throws it with much less care than the dress.

He keeps kissing down your torso as he lays you back on the bed, your hands going again to his hair.

“How come it’s fair that I’m fully naked, and you still have pants on?” You ask. It makes him laugh, and he stands straight again.

“Fair enough,” he says, taking them off. And then goes his boxers. Before you can stare at him, he’s on top of you again, kissing you deeply. You can feel his cock resting against your fold and it makes you moan into the kiss. He pulls away for just a second before asking, “Is this, okay? You’ll stop me if it’s too much?”

“Yeah, I’ll tell you.” You respond. He smiles at your words.

“Perfect. Perfect, pretty girl...” He hums as he begins to kiss your shoulders and the top of your chest, before slipping inside of you. You let out a moan, and he groans as well, taking a few minutes to take all of you in. It feels amazing. He begins to move inside of you as he brings you in for another kiss. When he pulls away, he’s talking, “Been thinking about this for... Fuck, so long...” He groans. “Been dreaming of this perfect pussy and how good it would feel around me…” He says, and it elicits a shaky moan from you.

“Faster, please...” You request, and he obliges, picking up the pace. You’ve been thinking about this for a long time too. You never imagined he’d be so controlling about the whole thing. It works you up almost as much as how vocal he is.

He leaves bites and marks down your chest as he pulls you closer to him, knowing he won’t last much longer. He feels you tighten around him and makes another demand, “Tell me how badly you want to cum, and I’ll let you.” He says this before planting a rather contrasting soft kiss to your ear.

“Please... Please, Matt, Fuck... I need to cum all over your cock... Wanna feel so good, baby...” You moan, your fingers pulling on his hair. It excites you when he moans. “And I want you to cum inside me... Fill me up, Baby, please...” You beg. He’s happy with it for now, but he knows he’ll want to hear more another time.

“C’mon, sweet girl. Cum for me…” He pants, and it’s all you need before you let yourself come undone around his cock. He continues thrusting for a few minutes, letting you ride out your high, before cumming himself, and you moan at the feeling. He lays against you for a few minutes, trying to recover, and it’s then that you notice he’s shaking.

“Are you okay?” You ask softly, brushing his hair out of his face. He looks at you with those gorgeous brown eyes. He laughs at your question.

“I’m great... You’re just... amazing...” he says honestly, kissing your shoulder one more time. “Perfect, pretty girl...” He praises. “My perfect girl...” It makes you shudder. He stays like this for a moment more before kissing you softly. Then, he sits up and goes to get a towel to clean the both of you up. And then, he’s back in bed with you. He pulls you close as you both recover from what just happened.

“I wasn’t lying,” You start, “I’ve been thinking about you for months. You’re all I’ve wanted for so long...” You confess. He kisses your head and pulls you closer.

“Me too... I was too much of an idiot to tell you though. Almost let you get away.”

“You got me.” You affirm. He hums and begins to rub all too familiar circles into your hips with his thumbs.

“And now I just want you more.”

The feeling is mutual.

#matt murdock x you #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock smut #matt murdock being hot #matthew murdock #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil #daredevil fic #first smut #yearning #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock fanfic

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

the croissants

buttercup, chapter one

a/n: i was actually working on something else, but then one night i got the desperate need to rewatch daredevil yet again and then this just kinda accidentally tumbled out. oopsi i guess.

summary: he offered you a polite smile that sent a swarm of butterflies soaring within your belly, a sensation that you hadn’t felt in ages, “welcome to the building,” he added as he tugged his door open.

warnings: matt murdock x baker!reader, neighbours to lovers, rape recovery, ptsd, moving, lowkey love at first sight (for reader)

word count: 2415

∼ gentle reminder that feedback, but especially reblogs are the way you support writers on here ∽

series masterlist | next chapter

masterlist | join my taglist

“Do you wanna make the call or would you like me to do it?” 

Turning to look at the robust and inked visage of your uncle, your face crinkled up slightly as you asked in a hesitant tone, “…would you mind doing it? Please?”

“Sure, hon,” Howard nodded before blinking down at his phone and dialling the number, “what kind? Margherita?”

“Yeah, and with some arugula on top, please,” you spoke as you squeezed by a tower of messy moving boxes to enter the open kitchen of your new apartment, “thank you!”

Hearing his footsteps carry him deeper into the new home, his voice soon rumbled, muffled behind your bedroom door. Opening up the cardboard box that half blocked off your empty fridge, you dug through it till you found a glass, swiftly straightening back up and filling it up with water.

“How are you doing, cupcake?” you heard the soft voice of Walter, your uncle’s husband, as you turned off the tab, “you gonna be okay tonight? Because if you don’t want to be alone, we can stay.”

“No, it’s alright, I think I’m okay,” you took a tiny sip before placing the tall glass down on the counter, “you both gotta get up early tomorrow to open the bakery anyways.” 

“It’s never stopped us before. Do you remember when you were 11 and you watched that terrifying movie at some slumber party?” a smile twitched at the bald man’s lip from the memory, “I don’t think any of us slept for a whole week straight and the bakery still kept on running. If we could get through those sleepless nights of trying to convince you that our apartment wasn’t haunted, then we can get through this.” 

Stepping up closer to him, you caught his hand in yours and said, “I think I’m gonna be okay, but thank you, Walter, really, for everything, for this, for letting me move back home and letting me stay there for over a year.”

“Hey,” he squeezed your palm and ushered you to meet his gaze, “you do not need to thank us for that. It’s–…” he dropped the heavy comment he nearly uttered and instead let out a low sigh, “we love you. It was the very least we could do.”

“I love you too,” you heard your voice threaten a tremble of vulnerability, “so much.”

As the bedroom door then swung back open, out stepped Howard with an exhale, “alright, the pizza is on its way. You gonna be okay here?”

“Yeah,” you offered him a nod before walking them out. 

Peeking back at you over his shoulder as he swung his bright red scarf back on, Walter raised his brows tenderly, “promise that you’ll call us if anything happens, yeah?”

“Promise,” you breathed as you watched them creak open the front door and step out into the cold hallway, “love you, goodnight!”

“Goodnight, hon!” Howard waved over his shoulder at your visage in the doorway as the couple reached the stairs, “see you tomorrow! Try and get some rest, just head in whenever you get up.” 

“Okay,” a soft smile warmed your features. Lately, or the past year actually, they’d let you cut down on your work quite a bit so that your hours at the bakery were significantly less and the only days you were to get up before the sun did was on weekends.

“Bye!” they both called out loudly as they disappeared from your view before your own echo rang throughout the hallway.

“Bye!”

You didn’t manage to unpack much, only half of your books, before the buzzer rang obnoxiously, causing your feet to scramble to let the delivery guy up. 

Swiftly locating your backpack, you fished out your wallet just before a knock boomed at your door. 

“That’ll be twenty bucks,” the pimply-faced pizza guy spoke in a monotone voice as soon as you opened up. 

Catching the shadow of another figure ascend the staircase just before you began to dig through your wallet, his handsome and scruffy features were adorned with a pair of glasses that had a darkly crimson tint to them.

“Yep… uh… do you have change for a fifty?” 

“Nope,” he impatiently blinked before loudly popping his bright blue bubblegum.

“Oh, alright…” you felt your palms begin to sweat, “do you mind just waiting here for a second? I might have some more cash in a jacket… somewhere…”

But just before you could duck back inside, the suit-clad man who had stopped to unlock the door directly opposite yours, whipped his own wallet out and handed off the needed bucks, “here.”

Satisfied, the pizza guy accepted the change and shoved the wide box into your arms before dashing off. 

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” you blinked over at your generous, new neighbour, “I can pay you back–”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it,” he offered you a polite smile that sent a swarm of butterflies soaring within your belly, a sensation that you hadn’t felt in ages, “welcome to the building,” he added as he tugged his door open. 

“Thanks,” you uttered, slightly windblown in your threshold as he disappeared into his apartment. 

Slipping into your sneakers and hastily fastening them with sloppy bows, you slugged your jacket on and grabbed your bag. As you exited your apartment, the neighbouring door opened just as you locked up your own. 

“Oh, hi!” you squeaked over your shoulder as you turned the key, “good morning!” 

Your breath got caught in your throat as you turned to face him fully, shoving your bundle of keys into your pocket. Did he look even better than you remembered? Now no longer obscured by the terrible excuses this hallway had for lighting, the frosted window to your right illuminated every detail of him that you’d missed the first time around. 

“Morning,” he replied as he too locked his door behind him. 

Waiting a moment before you began to move your feet, you eyed his polished attire, “are you off to work?”

“Yep,” he nodded and fished out a folded-up cane from the inner pocket of his jacket, “you?”

“Yeah,” you sucked in a breath, “I’m Y/n, by the way, forgot to introduce myself the other night.”

“Matthew,” the bespectacled man extended his hand out for you to shake, “nice to meet you.” 

After ignoring the tingle his touch sent down your spine, the two of you began to descend the stairs.

“Thanks again for what you did with the–, oh! I should pay you back!” you reached into your deep coat pocket to locate your wallet, “I’m pretty sure I have–, how much was it?”

“You don’t have to, it’s fine, really,” he politely declined. 

Reaching the bottom of the staircase, your brows flew up, “seriously?”

“Yeah,” he shrugged as he then held the front door open for you to get out onto the street first. 

“Thank you, Matthew,” you slipped out, waiting a moment before you began to head off, “have a good day!”

“Yeah, you too,” he said, flicking out his cane to its full length, just before you both began to walk in the exact same direction. 

“Oh, wait,” you slowed as a giggle bubbled out of your lungs, “you’re also heading this way?”

“Oh, uhm, yeah.”

“Do you–, uh… I can wait for a little bit and let you get a head start if you–”

“Or you can just walk with me, if you’d like,” he suggested with a gentle smile that made your brain forget for just a split second where your destination was in the first place, “it’s fine with me, I don’t mind the company.”

“Okay,” you agreed in a quiet voice, returning to a brisk pace beside him. You didn’t take too many strides before a casual question nervously fell from your lips, “so, have you lived here long?” 

“In the apartment or Hell’s Kitchen?”

“Oh,” your heartbeat thrummed in your ears, “both, I guess.”

“I’ve been in the apartment for a while,” he told you, “but lived here in the neighbourhood pretty much all my life.”

“Yeah?” you smiled, maybe glancing over at him a bit too much for it to be safe as you walked, “that’s nice.”

“You?”

“Uhm, grew up in Brooklyn, moved here to live with my uncles when I was nine, after my parents passed.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” his low tone emanated an air of kinship. 

“It’s alright. It was a long time ago, I was just a kid... anyways! Enough about me before I spill all of my childhood trauma to you,” you gracelessly changed the subject, “you are in a suit.”

“I–,” a faint laugh tumbled out past his lips before he joked, “I’d sure hope I am and didn’t accidentally change into something else.”

“No–, I mean, yes, obviously,” you felt heat begin to rise in your cheeks, “that was just a very weird and backwards way of asking what you do for a living.”

“Ah,” his dark brows lifted in comprehension.

“Let me guess…” you fiddled with your fingers as you thought, “accountant? No… politician? No… funeral director?”

“Funeral di–,” Matthew chuckled, “no.”

“Do you work on Wall Street? Oh, please tell me you don’t because here I was just starting to think you were super cool.”

“No, I don’t work on Wall Street, but good to know that you think I’m cool,” he smirked, making you regret letting that information slip, “I’m a lawyer.”

“A lawyer?” your eyes grew, “seriously?”

“Yep.”

“That’s–... that’s–… waow…” you uttered, completely dumbfounded by the imposing nature of his profession, “well, now I don’t wanna tell you what I do, because it’s so not as impressive.”

“Oh, come on,” he tilted his head, “now you have to tell me.”

“…I’m a baker,” you finally said, “actually,” stopping your stride, you briefly brushed his arm for him to do the same, “this is where I work, right here.” 

“Really?” 

“It’s called Buttercup Bakery,” you glanced up at the familiar storefront, “have you ever been in there?”

“No, never,” his head shook lightly as a small smile warmed up his features, “funny, my office is just a few minutes further down the street, I must have walked passed this place a thousand times but I never noticed it before.”

“Well, you know of its existence now…” you turned your head to gaze at his striking visage once more as he raised a hand to adjust his glasses, “do you wanna get a coffee or something? My treat, as thanks for the pizza.”

“I’d love to,” he sucked in a breath, “but I really have to get going.”

“Oh, yeah, of course,” you nodded lightly, “well, thanks for the walk, have a great day. Hope you win a bunch of cases and–, uh… I don’t know, help make the judicial system better,” you couldn’t help but physically cringed at your clumsy words. 

But your new neighbour didn’t seem to mind as he just chuckled before wandering off, “bye, Y/n.”

The small bell above the glass door to the bakery chimed softly as you pushed it open. The interior was simple, both in colour and design, but had a rustic charm to it that gave it a sense of home. Behind the counter, and the mouth-watering baked goods lined up and displayed behind the clear glass, stood Walter. Facing the long shelves adorned with various loaves, he grabbed a crusty baguette and slid it into an appropriately long brown paper bag.

Handing it off to the little old lady on the other side, he said, “here you are. That’ll be four dollars,” before she placed the money on the counter beside his half-read newspaper and strolled passed you, out of the bakery, “have a good day!”

Leaning back down to return to his paper, Walter didn’t glance up at you as he greeted, “hi, honey! You wanna hear your horoscope for today?”

Tugging down the zipper of your jacket, you joked self-reflectively as you began to shed your layers, “does it say that I’ll miraculously turn into a charming and charismatic adult instead of whatever this is?”

“…uh… no,” he furrowed his brow and finally shot you a brief glance, “it says that you're energized and creative. This new moon initiates two weeks of growing work, health and strength. Put your heart into your actions. Practice makes perfect. Oh, and it also says right here that the spelt flour bin needs refilling and that there are about a billion cardamom buns that need to be shaped.”

“Oh, it says all of that, does it now?”

Letting a tense breath go, you apprehensively let your fist meet the dark door in three shy knocks. 

As soon as it swung open, the sentence, “do you like croissants?” sputtered out passed your lips. 

Head reeling back slightly at the unforeseen and sudden question, Matt blinked, “what?” 

“Do you like croissants?” you repeated as if it wasn’t strange to just blurt out something like that out of the blue. 

“Uh,” a smile then crept up on his lips, “hello to you too, Y/n.”

“I mean, I’ve personally never met anyone who doesn’t care for them, but I’m sure they exist.”

“Sure, I like croissants.”

“Oh, great, wonderful!”

Leaning against his door, his head tilted as you failed to continue, “…did you just have a burning desire to know that fact about me?”

“Right, no, I–, uhm, there were a bunch leftover today that we didn’t sell, so purely just to not let any go to waste, I thought you’d like some,” you held up the crinkly paper bag for him to hear. 

It had been a lie, but he didn’t have to know that you’d set some aside for him before they all sold out, just to have an excuse to talk to him again. 

“Oh, thank you,” he held out his open palms, “that’s so nice of you.” 

As you handed the bag off into his grasp, you felt as if your heart might beat straight out of your chest.  

“…alright, well…” you stumbled slightly, “I should probably head off to bed. Weekends are always the busiest, so my shifts are usually really long and I have to get up like super early, so... goodnight then!” 

And with that you awkwardly whirled around and scurried the short distance into your own apartment, only faintly catching his warm chuckle as you disappeared. 

“Night.”

© 2024 thyme-in-a-bubble 

#lea’s writing #buttercup series #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock fanfic #matthew murdock imagine #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x you #daredevil x reader #matt murdock series #matthew murdock x reader #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock angst #matt murdock hurt/comfort

[grippingbeskar]

hands off | matt murdock

matt murdock x fem!reader

word count: 3.6k

warnings: ADULT CONTENT MINORS DNI (mutual masturbation, mxf intercourse, dirty talk) swearing, established relationship

a/n: okay. OKAY! okay. be gentle with this one because it’s my first matt fic!!! also, i saw this video on tik tok about ppl doing this game thing, but idk who posted it first and i don’t have the videos, but that’s where the dies comes from. also this is literally just smut, don’t even look at me ITS BEEN A LONG WEEK. okay bye. literally posting this and running away to sleep bc i am afraid BYE.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Sooo? You like it?” You keep to your side of the couch as Matt brings the glass up to his mouth for a second time. He hums, swallowing and licking his lips, and you have to bite down on your own to control yourself.

Asshole.

“It’s…”

“What?”

“Sweet.” His voice rumbles. You think you should have tied yourself down or something, because there’s no way you can win this stupid bet if he was going to keep teasing you like this. He wasn’t even doing anything, really. Everything he did seemed to turn you on in some way or the other, especially now, as the alcohol starts to kick in, warmth spreading through your face, flowing all the way down.

It was your idea; this whole bet. You and Matt had been together for a while now, and the longer you spent with him you realised how much of a fucking tease he was. So, in your muddied brain, you decided two could play at that game, even though you were almost certain you would fail miserably. You were, however, planning on giving him a run for his money. Or your money, considering how you had both put two hundred dollars on the table for the winner.

The rules were simple. You drink an entire bottle of wine- your favourite brand, hence the taste testing Matt was currently being put through, and sit on opposite ends of the couch. The first one to break - to touch the other in any way, loses. You were notoriously… frisky, when you drank wine, and Matt thought the game was going to be innocent enough until you started popping more bottles.

“Good sweet or bad sweet?” You say, and he empties the glass, holding it out for you to pour him another.

“I’d give it a good 7 out of 10. I’ve tasted better.” He hears the exasperated gasp of shock, and smiles in a way that’s so classically Matthew that your heart skips a beat. He probably hears that too.

“This is the best thing I have ever had. What could possibly taste better than this?!” You pour him another glass that he downs half of quickly, eager to get to the good part.

“I can think of a few things.” Your breath hitches in your throat, and he smirks, taking another sip.

“That feels like cheating.” Your entire body ignites at the shift in mood, and you nearly shiver when his hand trails along the edge of the couch, moving dangerously close to your shoulder, then retreating back.

“Hey, you said no touching. Nothing in the rules about telling you how much I love your-“

“Okay! Okay. I get it. Finish your glass, cheater.” He downs the rest obediently, placing the glass gently on the table, right next to the stack of fifty dollar notes you had pooled. He was smirking - clearly thinking he was already ten moves ahead of you, but you had a couple tricks up your sleeve to win this thing. Well, one trick.

“So, how do you want to do this?”

“What do you mean?” You finish your glass and get rid of it, the empty wine bottles clanking together somewhere on the floor.

“Well, obviously you are going to lose, so do you want to just give up now, or do we have to play this whole little game first?” Typical. Complete confidence, right from the start.

“Listen, Murdock. One thing you’ll learn about me tonight, is that no matter how incredibly attractive you look right now, I am very competitive. Very. Competitive. Especially when it comes to money, because I am also very broke.” He laughs again, his head hanging back off the couch. “Besides, who says you won’t break first?”

“I’m pretty sure I can take you apart from right here.” His voice has dropped an octave. You recognise that tone in an instant. He only talks to you like that, all commanding and a little mocking; when he’s fucking you. Or about to fuck you. Your whole body reacts to him - you don’t even have a choice in the matter, it’s like a bell rings and you’re switched into that mode. All he needs to do is talk to you like that, and you want to get on your knees and forget all about this stupid bet and-

“Am I right? You think I can make you all sweet and desperate just talking to you?” Yes. He could. He knew it, because he’d done it before, but you weren’t ready to give him the satisfaction. Not when the game had barely started.

“Who says we’re just gonna talk?” You settle back, letting your legs stretch just this side of your half of the couch.

“Is that a threat, honey?” The endearment mixed with his slightly rough tone has you tightening every muscle in your body, and if you didn’t get a hold of yourself you might as well just shreds your money now.

“Just got a few ideas, that’s all.” You blink innocently, and he scoffs.

“I promise we’ll do all the things I know your pretty little head is thinking about right now. All you have to do is give in to it.” The way he’s sitting is so cocky; if he wasn’t so fucking sexy you think you’d slap him. Arms stretched out, one dangling over the back, the other strung lazily across his stomach, making a perfect line down to where his legs are spread as wide as possible. You don’t miss how easy it would be for you to slot yourself in to that spot, to be surrounded by him.

“Hmm. Tempting.” He shrugs, almost saying ‘I know.’ “Or, you could come over here.”

“Now why would I do that?” He asks, leaning forward. You start as slow as possible. This was really the only idea you had to get him to break. Maybe if you threatened it, alluded to it enough, he would forget all about the money and the bet and jump on you.

“Maybe I’ve got something to sweeten the deal.” You trail a slow fingertip up your leg, past your knee and creeping it along your thigh. The fabric of your skirt scrunches up as you get higher, and Matt’s head straightens when he hears it.

“What are you doing?” Still, his voice is that low, gravelly sound that sends shivers up your spine, and you bite your lip to stop a smile before answering him.

“You know how wine makes me.” He knew very, very well, being the object of all your wine-induced fantasies. “I’m all hot, and if you aren’t going to help me…”

“Don’t.” He practically growls, and you let out a breathy laugh as you use your other hand to pull up your skirt completely. He may not be able to see you - but he knows exactly what your doing and how your doing it. He can hear the way you’re moving, the skips in your heartbeat as your finger trails higher and higher. The smell of you, how it changes as you get closer to the wetness between your thighs. He knows. And he looks like he hates it.

Jaw set, he grinds his teeth as you ignore his simple demand. It wasn’t that he didn’t like you touching yourself - he loved it; encouraged it, even, but he wanted to be there for it. Involved in it. If you ever needed that specific kind of relief, he wanted to be the one to give it to you. Even on the few times he’s been away, he’s sent you videos, called you and made sure he was the only one who pushed you over the edge. His name on your tongue as you came to the thought of him, to his words or his pictures. He always wants to be the one. And he always is.

He also has never not been able to touch you, because if you knew one thing, it’s that Matt Murdock was not a man that shared what was his. Especially not you, even with your own hand.

“Stop.” Matt manages to say, and you hum, relishing in the attention he’s focusing on you. You spread your legs a little wider, making yourself comfortable. “That’s cheating.”

“Nothin’ in the rules about touching myself, Matty.” You breathe, and then gasp as your finger brushes over your most sensitive spot, still covered by your lace underwear. “Unless you want to come over here and make me stop?”

“I know what you’re doing. You’ll have to try a little harder than that, sweetheart.” His face is set so hard, like how you’ve seen him in the court room. Focused, not betraying a single emotion on that sweet face of his. You were going to wipe that stoic look off his face one way or the other.

“I’m gonna take these off.” You narrate, hooking your fingertips under the seam of your underwear, and start to slowly pull them down your legs. As you get about halfway, the fabric bunching over your knees, you sigh sweetly. “Help me out, baby?”

He exhales in a short, sharp laugh. He wasn’t technically touching you, and you both knew it was the closest he could get without forfeiting. Leaning forward, he used one hand to grab the part of your underwear not touching any skin, and starts pulls them down. The soft material slips over your shins and calves, and you know he’s going slow on purpose. You lift your feet up so he can remove them fully, and you watch intently as his thumb brushes over his new prize.

“The purple ones?” He recognises the fabric and you moan out a ‘mhmm’. “My favourite.”

“I know.” You let your legs fall open again, and you could of sworn you heard a small sound come from him at the movement. A crack in the ice. It ignites your confidence, and makes you want to keep going. Keep pushing. “Wore them for you.”

“Such a good girl, all the time. You wouldn’t be this mean. Not to me, right?” The words were sweet as honey. You loved when he spoke to you like that - with praise and a little bit of authority. It made you squirm, but you had to hold it together a bit longer. String him out a little further. You just moan again, your hand finding it’s destination, one finger running up and down in between your legs, brushing over your clit lightly. Just how he teases you. You see his face change. “You’re going to regret this.”

“But it feels so good, Matty.” His grip on the back of the couch tightens.

“Better than me?” You shake your head vehemently, appeasing his ego and moaning a negative incase he can’t figure out your answer from the sound of your movement.

“Nothin’ better than you.”

“I know, baby. Why don’t you let me take care of you? Come just a little closer, and I’ll make it all better.” Your toes curl, and you start to make small, tight circles right over your soft centre, nerves alight and sending shocks up your entire body. His voice is all you’ll need to get there, you just need him to keep talking.

“I can’t. You know I can’t.” Your jaw falls open, no longer able to hold it together. “Just want you so bad.”

“If you want me so bad, come here.” His tone is a little more demanding. Frustrated. Stubborn. Another crack. You resist the urge to smile.

“Will you- will you tell me? What you’d do if you could touch me?” He sits up, unzipping his pants and shoving them off aggressively. His erection is impossible to ignore, and your mouth waters at the sight of it when he pulls his boxers down and lets himself free.

“That’s what you want? You want me to tell you all the things I’m going to do to you when you break?” You don’t miss the cockiness in his words, but you just moan again, too lost in the feeling of your fingers against your clit. “Fuck. Okay - okay, slow down.”

You listen, obedient even when defiant. He can hear the sounds of your hands against your arousal slow to about half the speed, and the orgasm that was growing in your stomach is now only being stoked, your legs jolting every time you brush against your clit.

“Good fucking girl. I always go slow first, don’t I?”

“Mhmm.” You moan out, and he chuckles. The fucker was laughing at you. Pay back was going to be a bitch. You were really about to give in, then. Not now, though. If he was stubborn, you were going to beat him at that game, too.

“That’s it. Nice and slow for me. Want you all warmed up when you make yourself cum on my cock.” Oh. God - maybe you couldn’t outlast him. It was those kinds of words, sung to you in a voice so low and clear it was impossible to listen to anything else, that was what did it for you. What undid you every time. Fuck being stubborn.

“Oh God, Matt. Please - c-can I go faster?” He wraps his hand around the base of his cock, and you are mesmerised as he pumps his hand just once, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah, sweetheart. You can go a little faster. Since you asked me so nice. I’d do it for you.” You speed up, the fire in your tummy getting more aggressive as soon as you indulge the feeling. He pumps up and down once more, and his face screws up a little. Not in pleasure entirely, but something a little uncomfortable. At first you think it might be the situation, but then you look down, and recognise his problem. Your submissive side instantly takes over, your brain only knowing to do what you knew he wants. What he needs.

“You want me to help you, baby?” Matt swallows as he feels you get closer, but nods just once, taking his hand off himself. You hover above him, making sure he can feel the heat of your breath kissing the sensitive head of his cock as you angle down closer. God - what you wouldn’t give to wrap your mouth around him right now. You miss the taste of him - the feel of his hand threaded through your hair, how he tangles himself into it to feel the most of you that he possibly can.

Slowly, you let your spit drip down his length, alleviating the uncomfortable feeling of his dry hand. He doesn’t move, just lets you take your time getting him as wet as you are. Matt’s chest rises and falls so fast you think he might pass out, and his head is hung back so far that you can’t see his face from this angle. You bet it’s screwed up, and his mouth is open a little. He always looks so good when he’s strung out.

You start to retreat, careful not to brush against him as you sit back on your half of the couch, satisfied with your work. His hand wraps around his cock as soon as he feels your body heat move away, and the pain once etched on his face is replaced by only pure pleasure. The sight of him has you quickly returning your hand to your pussy, matching the pace he sets.

“Thank you.” He croaks out, and you silently high five yourself for how fucking ruined he sounds.

“Your welcome.” You sound exactly the same.

“God - I want to fuck you so badly right now.” He sighs, moaning your name as he starts pumping his hand harder, hips bucking irregularly. “You know it’d feel so good.”

“It would. You always fuc-“ You cry out as a wave of pleasure suddenly hits your chest, the new rhythm he was setting on himself having you seeing stars. “Always feel so good. Miss having you inside me.”

“Come here. Now.” He says through his teeth, and you just keep moaning out his name. He tries a new approach. “Baby. Baby, please come here. I’ll -I’ll let you cum so many times you won’t remember your fucking name. Just give it up already. I know you want to.” A new crack of determination nuzzles its way through the overwhelming pleasure at his words. Maybe it’s because it’s not actually Matt touching you right now that you are able to form a thought, but his words have you speeding up. Let you come.

Asshole.

“Fuck, Matty. I’m so cl-close - I think I’m gonna-“

“Don’t you fucking dare.” He almost shouts, hand pumping furiously at his cock as he cuts you off. It almost looks like it hurts, and maybe it does a little, but the sounds of his hand moving against himself with your spit is making your brain go fuzzy. Trying your best to keep up with him, your back arches off the couch and you turn your head to the couch cushion.

“Can’t stop, feels too good I just-“ The burn in your arm is secondary to the release you were chasing, and it was so close. You knew what you needed. He had gone silent, because he knew, too. If he spoke, that would be it. He had such a hold on you that all it would take would be a few well placed words and you would crumble in front of him, and for the first time, it was the last thing he wanted.

“Slow down. Right now.” Your back was arching off the couch, and it was an effort not to stretch your legs out. Bunched up on your end, your eyes were glued to Matthew, his abs flexing hard and free hand still fisting the couch, white knuckled. “Do not fucking finish without me.”

The tone of his voice was so low and harsh, he wasn’t meaning to but he was only making it worse. Teetering on the edge, you couldn’t seem to stop yourself from talking.

“I wish you were touching me right now. Your hands feel so rough sometimes and I always think about it, think about how good it feels on me.” Your eyes were squeezed shut, the words flowing out of you from the darkest parts of your tipsy mind.

“Baby just-“ His hand gets faster, you can hear it, his restraint snapping little by little. “You just gotta come over here. Please.” You try to block out how hot he sounds begging for a glimpse of you, so you keep talking yourself through it, thinking of the things he would say if he was fucking you.

“I want you to fuck me through this couch, make me feel you for days like you always do. Want you to…” A gasping breath cuts you off, and it takes you a moment to regain your focus, the pleasure nearly cutting off your air supply making you hiccup.

“Finish your sentence. What do you want?” He was sitting straight up, leaning so close that if you moved and inch you’d feel him. You don’t think you’ve ever wanted him to touch you as badly as you wanted it right now - and that was fucking saying something.

You’d give it one more minute.

You think you can hold out for that long. One single minute of keeping yourself on the edge, one more minute to see if you can break Murdock like he breaks you every time. If you reached a minute and he wasn’t either buried between your legs or inside of you, you think you would implode.

“I- I want you to fuck me like you did when you came home last week. Leave a mark so I could feel it for days and-“

“That’s it. Keep fucking talking.” Your eyes open for a second and he’s kneeling, the hand on the top of the couch right next to your head. You hadn’t even heard him move, but now he was practically hanging over you, almost between your legs. Maybe your words effect him just like his do to you. “You sound so pretty. Keep talking for me, okay?”

“Matty, please just touch me. I need you to mmmmfuck- make me feel good.” He chokes out a desperate sound, and you shut your eyes again, no longer able to bare the sight above you if you couldn’t touch him.

“You need me?” You whine below him, nodding and making sure he knows just how bad he was right. It was a low blow, one you knew would make him even more desperate. Those simple words always got you what you wanted, no matter how long he had been playing with you. “Yeah, you fucking need me. Just need me to touch you so bad. Mark you up. Bet you’d cum as soon as I slid inside you, huh? Already so wet, I can fucking hear it.”

“Need you. Please.” You wheeze, and hear another choked sound leave his mouth. The couch shifts underneath you. Every nerve in your body was begging for him- you were begging for him, a string of pleases mixed with his name. If only either of you was less stubborn this stupid game would have been over long ago.

“You sound good like that. Begging for me. Keep going, tell me how bad you need it.”

“I’ll do whatever you want. Whate- Whatever you want. Just please. Please, please, please…” You sounded like you were having a tantrum, so close on the edge you were almost sobbing his name in ecstasy.

This was it. It probably hadn’t been a minute but you just couldn’t hold out any longer. Fuck the bet, fuck the stupid money. Nothing was worth not feeling him, having him just out of reach, you were so fucking close-

Matt’s hand brushes against your cheek, tucking a lock of your hair behind your ear, and his thumb wipes away a tear you hadn’t realised had fallen on your cheek. It was soft; gentle.

He kisses you softly, and his hand takes over the work, replacing your own and keeping that hard, tight pace on your clit. The feeling was earth shattering - the difference between your hand and his somehow night and day, and when you kiss him back, you realise he just lost. He lost, not so he could fuck you, but so he could kiss you.

“I’m right here, sweetheart. Hm?” He murmurs, the hot air of his breath fanning over your forehead as his hand works at you, and all you could do what sob his name. “Cum for me. I earnt it.”

With that, he slides himself inside of you, and everything turns white.

“Fuck - yes.” You moan out and your cumming as soon as he hits the deepest part of you. He’s suddenly everywhere - an arm under your arched back pulling you against his chest, his mouth on yours muffling your wrecked moans of pleasure, his cock buried inside of you, hitting you hard and fast and desperate; just how you feel.

He isn’t far behind you, giving you exactly what you wanted and finishing inside, so deep you’d feel him for fucking weeks after this. He was making noises you’d never heard from him before - nearly whining with how much he needed you, his whole body tense as you ran your hands over every part you could feel, while your other hand scrunched into his hair.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Is all he was saying into your mouth, fucking you - using you to get through his high while simultaneously working you through yours. His lips moved to your neck, biting and kissing you all over. It was borderline territorial, and you were a whimpering mess underneath him, pinned to the couch taking whatever he wanted to give you and praying for more.

His hips eventually began to stutter in their pace, then slow to a stop- minutes or hours after he came. Time hardly registered, just him finally surrounding you like you’ve been wanting.

“Matt. Matt-“ His mouth was still attached to your neck, and you couldn’t imagine what you looked like, but it filled you with a sort of pride. You almost wanted him to keep going, but you wanted him to kiss you more, so you tugged on the strands of hair threaded in your hands. “Matt. You-“

“I know, baby. Don’t move.” The words echo through you, the command exactly the one you said to him earlier. He slowly slips out of you, never taking his hands off your body, and in one movement curls you up and pulls you completely to his side of the couch.

Finally, you can stretch out, your muscles like jelly as your legs tangle with his. Your head leans back to rest against his chest, which is still rising and falling too fast for normal. Admittedly, so is yours, as well as the occasional twitch in your legs from the pleasure dissipating through your body. Strong arms wrap around your chest and tummy, holding you tight, and he leans his head down to kiss your cheek.

“We are never doing that again.” He mumbles into the crook of your neck, and you laugh breathlessly.

“You didn’t like it?” He groans at your question.

“Baby, I fucking loved it, but I hated not being able to touch you.” He was whining now, and your hand snaked up, scratching lightly through his hair. You think he would of purred if he could. “You’re mine. Don’t like it when you try to come without me.”

“Mmm. You were too far away.” You agreed.

“Was hot, though.” You laugh again and he switches sides to kiss your other cheek, forcing you to look to the other side, where your eyes catch on the significant stack of money.

“I won.” You whisper into his ear, smiling, and he groans again.

“Stupid game.” He grumbles, teeth scraping lightly along the top of your shoulder, making you shiver. “Still made you cum.”

“We can always have a re-match.” He was still mumbling and groaning against you about how dumb the idea was, but you can feel his grin as you laugh.

“I got a different game in mind.” He whispers into your ear, and in the next moment you are in the air, being swept up and carried towards your shared bedroom.

“And what’s that?”

“How about I show you?” He kicks the door closed behind him, and lays you down on the bed slow and sweet before making true of his promise and destroying you from the inside out, just like he always did.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x y/n #matthew murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #daredevil x you #daredevil x y/n #matt murdock x oc #daredevil #marvel #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock smut #matthew murdock x y/n #charlie cox #charlie cox x reader #charlie cox x you #charlie cox fanfiction

[fettuccin-e]

Leave It Like A Brand

Kinktober Day 1: Love Marks

Tags: Matt Murdock x Reader, afab!fem!reader, unprotected piv (wrap that shit irl fuck them kids), Matt's filthy mouth, secret relationship, a massive amount of hickeys like it's a lot (w/c: 885)

A/N: Happy Kinktober to all who celebrate! I am going to make a concerted effort to complete it this year, and I will be doing it with plenty of different characters. The absolutely amazing @flightlessangelwings has created this kinktober prompt list that I'll be following, so if you'd like to see a certain prompt with a certain character, let me know! I hope everyone enjoys the fact that I kicked off this lovely month with our dear Matty.

It’s like he can’t control himself when he’s got you like this. 

No one is supposed to know, he’s supposed to leave no evidence, and yet, when you’re squirming beneath him like this, slick with sweat and begging him to fuck you deeper, harder, faster, Matt just can’t fucking help it. He leans down and sucks dark, dark marks into the soft skin of your neck. Maybe they’ll fade by tomorrow, he thinks, and Foggy and Karen won’t notice at all. You and Matt will go back to being friends, colleagues, and no one will be ever the wiser.

He tries to tamp down the slight disappointment, the longing that grows in his chest.

You curl your fingers into his hair, panting as he bites marks into your skin. You can’t be doing this with him, it’s been going on far too long. Falling into his bed, night after night. What would your friends say if they knew?  You don’t even know what this thing you’ve created with Matt even is, nor does Matt.

But God, he feels so good. Fucking into you so deep, warm and heavy on top of you as he sucks bruises into your skin. Like a brand, you think, like ownership. You want him to own you, in so many ways. 

“Matt, oh my god,” you gasp as he sinks his teeth into your pulse point, relishing in the sound of your heartbeat echoing in his ears.

“You like that, sweetheart?” He mutters against you, his voice dark in your ear, like pure unadulterated sin. He drives his hips further into yours, pressing the tip of his cock into the little spot inside you that makes you claw desperately at his back.”You like me marking you up like this? You like having my cock so deep?”

“Yes, fuck, yes, Matt- oh please,” you throw your head back into the soft silk pillows, and Matt growls, dragging his teeth down your neck before biting savagely on your collarbone. He hikes your thighs up further around his hips, your back pressing into the mattress as he pounds furiously into your needy pussy. And god, the way you scream for him feels like heaven in and of itself.

You’re getting close, he can tell. He always can. It’s in the way you’re practically gasping for air, your hips twitching to meet him thrust for thrust, trying to work yourself over that peak. Your skin is slick with sweat, salty on his tongue.

“You going to cum for me, beautiful? Make a mess all over me? You’re so fucking tight around me, baby-” he gasps as you clench hard around him, practically strangling him as he fucks into you. “Wish I could do this all the time, gorgeous. Want to be in this pussy all the fucking time.”

Your back arches off the bed when he takes a hand off your thigh to press a mean thumb into your clit, rubbing quick circles into it and making you feel like you’re going to fly off the bed. “Fuck!” you practically scream, lurching up to wrap your arms around his neck. “‘S too much, fuck it’s too much, I’m gonna-”

“Fucking cum for me, angel.”

And you do. God, you do, your cunt squeezing around his cock, your eyes rolling to the back of your head, as you gasp soundlessly, like you can’t get enough air into your lungs. Your pussy gushes around him, sticky and wet and dripping down him. Your scent invades his nose, makes his head spin in a way that no one else ever has. Your hips buck up involuntarily as he fucks you through it.

“That’s it, baby, good girl,” he murmurs against your lips. “My good fucking girl, take what you need.”

“Need you to cum, Matty, please,” you whine. You work your hips against him in an obscene little circle that makes him feel more animal than man. His cock throbs.

“Fuck, yes-” he gasps, hunching over you, clutching your thigh tight enough that it will leave bruises there, too. Bruises that only he will see, the ones that no one else will ever see. Just you and him.

“Cum deep, please-oh fuck, Matt,” you whisper, before you bite ruthlessly into the hard tendon in the crook of his neck, deep enough that it must be painful, that it’s absolutely going to leave a mark on his skin. Your brand, your ownership.

He growls at the sting, his cock twitching as he finally floods your pussy with his cum. It feels like heaven incarnate, claiming you in the purest way he can.

As you both settle, chests heaving against each other, he tugs a sheet over you both. He hears your heartbeat steady and tries to match his with yours, tracing the bruises he left on your skin. You trace the bite mark on his neck.

“Little too warm for a scarf, don’t you think?” you murmur.

“Hm?” He tugs you closer, nuzzling into your hair.

“I’m just saying,” you say, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Don’t think I can hide these marks from Fog and Karen anymore, so why even try? Might be time to come clean.”

“Mm, you’re right,” he smiles against your mouth. “Does this count as permission to leave even more of them?”

#a devilish start to kinktober #get it get it #winkwink #i cannot contain myself when it comes to matthew manwhore murdock #kinktober 2023 #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x you #daredevil x you #daredevil x reader #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil smut

[shadowbriar]

Matt Murdock - Scratches

Pairing : Matt Murdock x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 2.2k Warning : Injuries, nothing graphics. Matt being dumb that he inflicts injuries to himself. A bit of angst I think. Synopsis : The lack of knowledge about her wellbeing is doing everything but put his mind at ease and Matt wasn’t sure how long he could live with such torture. Notes : Special work for my precious @basementsoup. I hope you like this Alex! ♡ If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

Matt hated it.

He hated having to admit that he still needs her. That even after months of separation, the many helping hands he found and friends he could’ve come to, he still found himself scrambling back to her apartment. He hated that in the lowest moments in life, her soothing touch and gentle words were the only thing that helped him stay afloat.

But nothing beats the hatred he felt when he finally managed to get inside. He hated how there’s a new pot of sunflowers placed by the widow. He hated how the pictures on the walls are now gone, replaced with what seems to be mirrors and other wall decorations. He hated, the most, how his scent no longer lingers in the air.

Before he could drown himself deeper into the wallowing, the sound of keys jingling and door knob twisting were heard. His heart paced for a split moment. A short period of regret washes over him. Perhaps he shouldn’t have barged in tonight.

“Matt,” She called, surprise was evident in her tone. Her heart skipped a beat and Matt wasn’t sure if he wanted to know the reasoning for it; is she glad to finally see him again or is she hating their reunion?

“I broke your pot,” He says instead “I didn’t realise you'd done some redecorating.”

“Yeah, I, uh.. I needed a change of setting.” She answers as she takes off her coat, tossing her bag to the floor once she realises his bruised face “Oh, God, not again.”

Matt tries his best to suppress the blooming smile on his face as he feels her fingers examining his face, “It’s just a light scratch.”

“You always say that,” She protests “I can find you on your deathbed, bleeding away, and you’ll still say it’s just a scratch.”

“Has it ever been more than a scratch?”

Matt knew that she must be glaring at him right now. The change in her breathing is clear for him to tell that he’s bruised her patience. But even with annoyance and vexation boiling her blood, her care and worry for him will always overshadow it.

“Come, I’ll clean your wounds.” She says as she holds his arm.

A small kaleidoscope of butterflies flutters in his heart. She knew that he could navigate himself to the sofa. He only broke the pot because he wasn’t expecting any change of setting in her apartment but now that he knew, he’ll be sure to be more careful in moving around, so there’s truly no need of her to guide him this way. Yet again, why would he complain?

“What is it this time?” She asks as she went to the cabinet to get her aid kit “Fisk? Castle? Some thugs?”

“Would you believe me if I say I fell off the bed?”

She turns and eyes him with a glare.

“Alright, not the bed then,” He jests “Stairs. I fell down the stairs.”

“Not funny, Matthew.”

“What, can’t a blind man fall from the stairs?”

She lets out a sigh. Matt could sense her defeated shoulders from the way she dropped the aid kit, “You wouldn’t come here if you only fell from the stairs, Matt.”

“Wouldn’t I?”

Truth is Matt has tried his hardest to stop himself from seeing her. He’s fought every urge to jump out of bed at night and come to her. Every little thing in his life pushes him to get closer to her. Like a magnetic force he couldn’t seem to escape. He wanted to ask her what tea he should get from the grocery shop. He wanted to ask her if he should wear the blue or the red tie for the court trial the next day. He wanted to ask her if he could borrow some sugar though the trip to the grocery store is far closer than having to walk to her apartment.

Anything that happens in his life, he wanted to share it with her.

“I don’t want to have this conversation again, Matt.”

“I know,” He nods, licking his lips as he tries to show an apologetic smile “I’m sorry.”

Matt could feel the sofa shifting when she took a seat next to him. He could smell the water from the bowl on her lap and the rest of her aid kit that are now laid on the table. This feels painfully nostalgic. To have her tend his wounds yet for the first time, he knew that he won’t be getting the one true cure he needs — her kisses.

“Are there any other bruises or wounds than the ones on your face?” She asks as she begins cleaning his skin “One of these days you’re gonna need to get yourself a real professional help. Like a personal nurse or doctor. I won’t be here forever to help you.”

“Won’t you?”

“You’re not exactly the easiest patient to tend to,” She answers with a teasing smile “I’d say the chance is pretty high.”

“But I’m your only patient. You need a comparison to say that I’m the worst of your patients.”

“No one can be this much of a pain in my ass than you, Murdock. You know that.”

Matt only smiles at her remarks. He wanted to bask in this moment. To suffocate himself with her gentle touches. To hear the beat of her heart that has become his personal ballad. To know that no matter how far the distance between them grows, she will forever be his true north.

Her movement was put to a short halt when her fingers bruised his lips. He can’t see her but he hopes that the longing in his face is mirrored on her. That she misses the feeling of their lips touching. That she misses the feeling of his lips whispering sweet nonsense in her ear. That she misses him too.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” She says instead as she abruptly stands from her seat “If you don’t have any other injury, I think you’re good to go.”

Matt forces a laugh, “What just happened?”

“I don’t know, Matt, you tell me! What are you doing here?”

“I told you, I fell down the stairs.”

“Yeah, and you couldn’t have asked Foggy or Karen to help with your wound?” She asks, her volume slightly rising in frustration “Do you even feel those wounds? Because I know you have that superhero metabolism thing and I’ve seen you get worse injuries. You can’t just come here, spend half an hour to get to the other side of the city, just to get some bandaid for your scratches.”

Her heartbeat has gone frantic now. Matt could feel the frustration, the anger, the disappointment from all the words she uttered, but the most evident thing he could hear was how much she worries for him. How much she wanted to embrace him as she once did. How much she wanted to show him the love she hoards for him, even without saying it out loud.

It had been a few painful weeks leading up to their separation. He could hardly remember the last time he’s slept a wink. There’s always someone crying for help, someone screaming in agony, wailing in pain and despair that he just had to go out there and lend a hand. And even with all of his God gifted abilities, there’s only so much he could take before he succumbed to his demons. And unfortunately, this is one of the few battles he has to admit losing.

Even up till this moment, Matt still tries to convince himself that he didn’t regret ending things between them. It needed to be done. He had to make sure that the Daredevil and his business wouldn’t come between him and her. He needed to make sure that the enemies he made along the way would never find their ways to her. He needed to make sure that when the Daredevil himself had to make penance for his sins, he wouldn’t drag her along with him to hell.

And the only way he could save her is to cut the relationship clean.

But Matt is as much of a selfish man as the next person. He couldn’t keep away from her for too long. The thought of her moving on peels his skin when it should’ve given him the satisfaction and fulfilment. The way her shampoo no longer lingers on his pillowcase gives him nightmares. The distance that he thought would be her safety net soon turns into a limbo of anxiety and worry. The lack of knowledge about her wellbeing is doing everything but put his mind at ease and Matt wasn’t sure how long he could live with such torture.

“I didn’t lie when I told you I fell from the stairs,” He explains softly “I— I’ve been wanting to come and see you but I just— I don’t know how.”

Her heartbeat slows, completely focused on his words now.

“I thought about purposely messing up my laundry and calling you for help. I thought about using that wrong detergent for our— my blankets, but I know you’d never forgive me.” He confesses, a pathetic chuckle escaped his lips “I mean, I wouldn’t want to ruin those blankets, to be real. They’re precious to me. We use them for our movie nights.”

“So you figured you just fell down the stairs?”

He shrugs, a small embarrassed smile curved on his face, “I had to make sure you won’t kick me out and slam the door on my face.”

“You’re an idiot, Matthew.”

“I know.”

“No, I don’t think you do,” She seethes, taking a deep breath to calm her nerves and running a hand through her hair in frustration “You— You can’t just end things between us and suddenly barges into my apartment, begging me to clean your self-inflicted wounds. That’s not how things work, Matt. That’s— That’s cruel.”

And that’s when he feels it. The foul taste of salt from her tears slowly rolling down her cheeks. The night just keeps getting worse and worse, so it seems. It was never in his intention to make her cry though he’s got to admit that he’s done that one too many times. He only wanted to see her, to feel her touch one more time, not to cause an even greater pain to their gashing wound.

“What do you want from me, Matt?” She painfully asks, her voice cracks from the heartache “Why can’t you just leave me alone?”

“Is that what you want? For me to leave you alone?”

A bitter laughter escapes her lips, “I want you to love me, but that’s clearly not on the table, so I suppose being left by you would be the best option.”

Carefully, Matt stands from his seat and walks toward her. He reaches for her face, feeling the wetness of her cheeks under his calloused fingers. It pains him to see her this way. To know that he’s caused her more pain than happiness. All because he thought he knew better when clearly he didn't.

“I love you. I’ve always loved you,” He confesses “It’s because I love you that I ended things between us.”

Matt could feel the skin on her forehead scrunching, clearly from the confusion of his words.

“It was becoming unsafe for you to be with me. I made too many enemies, too many people that wanted to avenge their anger to me and it was only a matter of time before they knew about the one thing that would hurt me most and I can’t— I can’t risk that.”

“So I’m, what? A weakness?”

“Yeah. Yeah, you are my weakness,” Matt says with a nod “And I couldn’t care less about having a weakness, believe me I don’t care about my soft spots, but you..” He pauses, cupping her face gently as his eyes become glossy “You.. You, I cannot ignore. Just the thought of someone, laying a hand on you, hurting just a strand of your hair.. It drives me nuts. I care more about you than anything. So if staying away from you is the only option I have, if it’s the only way I can minimise the risk of harming you..”

A tear finally rolled down his cheek. It feels liberating to finally confess all of his reasoning, to finally let her know the cause of his discourteous actions, but there’s still no solution to their problem. There’s still a huge question mark for them to tackle and he wasn’t sure if he’s ready to reach that point yet. He wanted to still feel her touch, to hear her calling his name even if they’re filled with her venomous tone.

“Matt—”

“Tell me,” He cuts in, trying to recollect himself from the turmoil “Do you want me to leave? Would it be best for me to leave you be?”

“No, no I never want you to leave.” She answers as she pulls him for a hug, burying her face to his chest and wetting his shirt with her tears “Don’t leave me, please.”

Matt welcomes the embrace in no time. He pulls her close, making her stand on her tippy toes as he lifts her. He misses this. The warm scent of her perfume, the pressure of her on his body, the feeling of her heart beating against his chest. This feels like home. She feels like home.

“I’m sorry,” He whispers to her ear “I’m sorry for everything.”

“I don’t need your apologies, Matt. I just need you to promise you’ll stay this time.”

He nods eagerly, pulling her impossibly close to make sure that she hears him, “I promise.”

#matt murdock #matthew murdock #the daredevil #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock scenario #matt murdock scenarios #matt murdock angst #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock imagines #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x oc #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock oneshot

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

Lover.

Matt with bartender!reader.

Fucking them over the counter late at night after closing because they just smelled way too good. He teases them about how he could hear them throbbing for him all night.

this hit the SPOT

ELECTRIC CHAPEL- M. MURDOCK

Pairing: Bartender! Matt x Bartender! Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: smut, but more like teasing? like matt just teasing you and refusing to stick it in bc hes so, so mean, heavy flirting/ sexual tension, pet names, praise kink, swearing, smartass matthew murdock

"if you want me, meet me at electric chapel, if you wanna steal my heart away- meet me, meet me, baby, in a safe place, c'mon, meet me... in electric chapel"- electric chapel, lady gaga

“You wanna start a tab honey?” you asked sweetly, the countertop cool against your bare skin as you leaned in towards the redhead, nodding as she extended her card.

The music was loud as it thudded from the speakers, reverberating through your heels up through your spinal cord. You watched her turn in her stool as she adjusted herself, legs crossing from under the bar as you slid her a smirk, a certain twinkle in your eye as you felt her check you out.

You were used to it over the years, the customers often already on a buzz that seemed to flair and flourish when they were in your presence, your little flirtatious comments driving them wild.

It was business. People came, people left, drinks were bought and were gone in a matter of minutes. But the little interactions were fun nonetheless.

She was cute you thought as you turned over to scan her card, feeling her eyes pierce to your back like thumbtacks to a corkboard.

You couldn't help but smile as you slid the card back to her, nails drumming the granite before starting her drink. The polished glasses glistened from the neon signs, the deep shades of cherry and crimson a stark contrast compared to the dark environment that was the Electric Chapel Bar.

The bar drew in all kinds of customers, but all of them had one thing in common- spunk. A type of energy that could only be found beneath the streets of New York, between the walls of the underground lair.

You knew she possessed that with her leather jacket and sharp winged liner, red hair bright as flames. She was here alone, as far a you could tell. You'd have to take care of her.

“So what's your name love?” you drawled, adding ice to the shaker as you started to craft her drink.

“Natasha. But you can call me Nat. All the pretty people do.” she smiled, mischievous as a cheshire cat as she watched you. You couldn't help but beam from ear to ear at her foxy comments, soaking up all the attention she gave you.

“Nat. I like that name. It’s cute.” you commented as you finished shaking up her concoction, straining it into the glass.

“Why thank you. Hey, when do you get off work?” she asked as you propped a lemon slice on the side of her glass, citrus already starting to slowly drip down the sides as you slid it over to her. You shrugged, smirking in delight as she slid you a twenty from her purse.

“Anytime you want me off baby.” you giggled, stuffing the twenty in your bra with a wink, trotting off towards your coworker- Matt.

His presence was potient despite being placed on the opposite end of the large bar, and you watched as his large shoulderblades shift and move as he flipped bottles between his pretty hands before he poured. It was mesmerizing- watching him work. His movements were clean and elegant, with a hint of flair behind them.

Enough so that you could never look away from him, whether if he was working or not. You often felt yourself drawn to him, always making note to act sly and seductive towards him.

It was no secret there was tension between the two of you, and you couldn't deny the sexual attraction you felt for him. It flared up now as you neared him, his skin warm to the touch as you slid your hand across his bicep, reaching over him to snag a cherry to suck on.

You could have easily gone beside him, the two of you both knew that. But it was more fun this way.

“Someone’s been busy eh?” he asked, his pace never slowing as he slid over another two drinks for some regulars.

“Oh what this?” you pulled the bill from your bra, rubbing your fingers along the thin paper to hear it crinkle. “Nothing a little flirting can't manage. You're slacking Murdock.”

“I'm slacking because I only flirt with you.” he noted, eyebrows raising as you shrugged. “Fair enough.” you nodded, giving his arm a quick little pat before heading off towards the back, making sure to swish your hips as you left.

The black skirt was snug around your curves, making you feel sexy and powerful with each click of your high heels. The owner of the bar was rather relaxed, a dress code next to nothing- but black was required. That had never bothered you, as black was nothing but a magnet drawn to your closet, whether it was leather, velvet or cashmere.

It looked amazing on Matt- an added bonus to the job. Though Matt looked good in anything really.

“Hey Y/L/N?” he called, voice clear as day over the thumping music that poured from all around the bar. You turned.

“Stay focused. I could feel your eyes on me the whole damn shift.”

------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Anddd done!” you smiled, letting out a gentle huff as you threw the white towel down on the now freshly cleaned bar top, rubbing the little trickle of sweat that ran down your forehead with the back of your hand.

It was an odd hour in the morning, all the other staff had packed up and left almost an hour prior. You and Matt were closing- as always, though you enjoyed it without fail. You survived the empty space, admiring your handiwork.

All the tables were freshly wiped, the smell of mint in the air from the glistening black marble. The red booths had been cleaned off, the dancefloor deserted, heart-shaped ashtrays cleared. Only a few flickering neon signs remained on as you leaned against the ice well, fighting the urge not to squirt Matt with a soda gun.

“Almost- you mean.” he commented, sat firmly on a barstool, spinning around like a five year old.

“What do you mean almost?” you pouted, the towel and spray bottle snatched away from your station as he stood. “You missed table fourteen. There’s no mint there.” he shrugged, your mouth dropping to the floor.

Sometimes you forgot he had enhanced senses. It came in handy, but in times like this you wish he could put away the hound dog for one night.

“You can smell that?!”

“Oh sweetheart I can smell alotta things.” he smirked cheekly, resuming his journey over to the abandoned table, leaving you in disbelief.

You sighed, elbows resting against the counter as you watched his biceps move, the veins trailing up his arms like spiderwebs flex and move as he wiped down the table, removing every last crumb.

It was nauseating- how drawn to him you were. A part of yourself hated every bit of your body that was plagued by the thought of him, knowing deep down it was so very wrong to think of a co-worker that way.

But the two of you just… clicked. You worked so well together, it got to the point the boss had only put the two of you together on shifts. You were fast and efficient, your energies meshing together to provide the customers with a great experience. Not to mention you got a great experience as well behind the bar, his flirty comments and little teasing touches doing nothing but adding more fuel to the fire.

That very touch frightened you now, had made you jump as Matt had crept up behind you. “Jumpy lil thing aren't you?” he murmured to himself, as if he were observing you like a laboratory experiment.

“I was daydreaming.” you sighed, wiggling your hips against him as you peeled your eyes from the darkness of the room, brain slightly foggy from shifting out of focus.

“Yeah? About what?” he asked, the back of his knuckles caressing your arm as you let your head droop down in relaxation. Matt’s aura had captured you in a trance, always leaving you feeling like you had stepped out of a hot tub covered in lavender. He made your muscles loose, bones feel like jello as your head became foggy with haziness.

“Oh ya know… just some stuff.”

“Some stuff?” he pressed, voice benign as he began to unravel you. You felt your thighs start to clench, breath hot and heavy as your panties started to drench.

Oh god.

He felt so good, and he was barely even touching you. Hardly zero advances.

“Just some stuff..”

“I’ve been thinking about stuff all night too bunny. So many things.”

You were going to be sick. You felt as if you had a fever with how hot your skin was, the blood coursing through your veins like liquid fire causing your heart to thud through your ears. It hurt. The need that racked through your frame physically hurt.

“Like what?” He chuckled. “Since I’m not a tease, I’ll tell you.”

Lie. He teased you all the time. Every time he entered your peripheral vision, you felt as if he was trying to push you past your breaking point, making you lose an invisible game. Both of you were too stubborn to jump each other's bones, as much as you wanted to.

But tonight felt different, an extra weight of sexual tension in the air. “I was thinking about how good you smelled. And how I could hear you throbbing for me all night. Is that what you were thinking about too, bunny?”

Shutting your eyes, you sharply inhaled.

Okay. This was happening. This was happening right fucking now and you genuinely had to keep yourself composed or you would melt into this man's arms like fucking puddy.

“N-no.”

“Don’t lie to me angel. You know I don’t like when you lie.” A hand brushed against your back, the hairs on your neck raising. Fingers curled around the countertop's edge, breath quickening as he listened to your thundering heartbeat. You could barely move.

“Yes. Yes I was and I want-” You choked. “I want you so bad. It hurts, Murdock. You’re hurting me.”

You're hurting me. Those words snapped something inside of him, drove him feral. Did you know the impact you had on him? The sweet floral scent that plagued his senses whenever you neared him, the quickening of your heartbeat mixed with your arousal. Sometimes he hated how sensitive he was, because it was almost painful to be around you.

All he wanted to do was to pound into you, use you like a personal fleshlight like he knew you wanted to be so badly for him. But he couldn't. Because you were co-workers, and that was wrong and what if things didn’t work out?

He had a feeling that wouldn't be the case with you. Plus, who said he couldn't have a little fun anyway?

“D’need me to take the pain away sweetheart?”

You nodded. Words were unable to form, getting stuck in your throat like phlegm. Please. Please, please, please.

His hand slid down to your skirt, tugging at the elastic waistband. One of the two things that separated the thing he needed the most. “Can I?”

“Please.” With a slight pull, the fabric slid down past your thighs, panites sliding down with them. He inhaled deeply, basking in your scent.

“Fuck..” he murmured, palming himself through his jeans. “You smell so good. So sweet n pretty..”

The sound of his belt jingling excited you, your eyes wide as you watched him tug at the buttons.

This was happening. This wasn't just another wet dream, some fantasy where you ended with your fingers between your thighs. He was here, and he was taking care of you.

His touches were soft and gentle, yet demanding in a way as his fingers trailed up your leg to your thighs, inching them further apart. You gasped as he swiped a digit across your slit, wetness gleaming on his finger.

You felt as if the air had been stolen from your lungs as his arms wrapped around you in a comforting embrace, hands meeting at your lower belly as he pressed against the muscle gently.

“You’re so good to me angel. So, so good.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm” he hummed against you, and you shivered. Any flirty, witty response you always threw at him was now gone, your brain slowly beginning to malfunction as he brushed his cock against your slit, making you hiss with pleasure.

“Matt-”

“Oh you didn’t think we were gonna actually fuck honey, did you? We’re coworkers. You’re so dirty.” he smirked, ruthlessly teasing you as he brushed his cock against your clit, causing you to wither and squirm in his arms.

This was torture. It was torture and pleasure in the best way possible, and you were grasping at the seams for anything he would give to you.

“Naughty. You’re being so, so naughty.” he cooed, as if he was talking to a little baby kitten. Your slick coated his dick as he slid it back and forth against your folds, whispering sweet, gentle things into your ear.

As if he wasn't mocking your need, slipping right by where you needed him most.

Good girl. So good to me. Letting me use you, violate you like this. It’s filthy really, how badly you need this. How badly you need me.

Yes. Yes, yes. Was all you could think, all you wanted to think. You were overstimulated beyond measure with the way he was teasing your clit, the way his hands ran up and down your body with that low, gravelly voice husky with smoke.

You were aching to have him buried deep inside you, stuffing you full until you cried. But you would take this. You would accept this, because it was all you could accept.

He was in charge, he held the reins. You may have teased him, slightly bossed him around on the clock but off- oh no. Matt had made it very, very clear he was in charge. What he gave you is what you got.

And you were to take it with a moan, a roll of your eyes and a hazy smile on your face. You did just that.

“You’re being so mean-” you managed to squeak out, before he slipped away from you with a smile.

“I’m the mean one?” You gulped.

“Sure, I can be the mean one. Meet me in the parking lot in ten minutes baby. Lock up.”

#matt murdock #matt murdock smut #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock fanfic #matthew murdock fanfiction #matthew murdock x you #matthew murdock fanfic #matthew murdock x reader #matt murdock fem!reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x y/n #daredevil x y/n #daredevil smut #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil fic #daredevil x you #daredevil fluff #matt murdock fanfiction #daredevil #charlie cox

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Matt telling saying “You can take it. You’re such a good girl.” 🙈

sorry it’s taken longer than expected, I usually write smut at night but felt a bit ill last few nights😭 thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

you can take it (matt murdock x f reader)

wc || 0.5k

warnings || 18+ only blowjob, swallowing, lots praise, kind of dominant!matt. minors dni

masterlist + rules

taglist

Matt had you right where he wanted you, sat perched on your knees in front of him. His fingers slip into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down his thighs so that they could fall to the floor, pooling around his ankles. His cock springs out, standing attentively right before your face.

He grips himself from the base to angle his cock towards your mouth, softly brushing his tip along your parted lips, which made him groan at the featherlight tease.

Gently pushing his head into your mouth to warm you both up, sliding himself in further.

He pulls out to slap your lips a couple of times with his head, pressing his shaft into your pursed lips. A soft grunt comes from the back of his throat when you take him in again, holding his base to slide into your mouth.

His fingers reach the sides of your face to push the hair behind your ears before collecting it in a bunch behind your head, gripping onto it as continues to work himself into your mouth.

“You can take it, can’t you? You’re such a good girl.” He huskily praises. “You can take a bit more? Right? Just a bit more for me?” Pressing his tip to the back of your throat. “Yeah, that’s it.” A soft moan escapes his lips as his head falls back.

Massaging himself on the insides of your mouth, “You’re doing such a good job.”

He lets go of the lock of hair to cup your cheeks, gently squeezing them. “Your pretty mouth is making me feel so good, Angel.” He whispers loud enough for you to hear.

All of his praise took a toll on you, the wetness in your underwear even proved that. You wanted to touch yourself so badly, but made you promise to wait.

His hips start to buck a little faster as he fucks himself into your mouth. His right hand gingerly sliding down to hold your throat. “I can feel me right there.” He groans, pressing his thumb into the skin of your neck. “Right there… oh you take me so well.” Mumbling a couple profanities as he rams into you a little harder. “Your soft little whimpers are so pretty.”

You could tell by his increasingly sloppy movements that he wasn’t far off, so you relax your mouth more, wrapping your hands around the back of his thighs to pull him in closer.

Twitching inside of your mouth while he fucks your face. “You going to be a good a girl and swallow me? Hm? You going to let me cum in your pretty mouth?”

Nodding eagerly, giving him your permission.

Desperately sliding his cock into you, pounding against the back of your throat before he spills into you. Moaning deeply as his hands lace into the roots of your hair, holding you there as continues ramming into your mouth.

“Yeah, that’s it, that’s it-“ cutting himself to groan.

Slowly dragging himself from you, wiping away strings of connecting cum and saliva. “You did so good.” He softly praises you before kneeling to the floor in front of you. Swiping his cum off your lips to kiss you a few times. “Lay down.” He instructs, gently laying you down on the rug.

Kissing down your stomach, “you did such a good job. It’s now your turn.” Licking warm wet stripes up your inner thighs. “Let me take care of you.”

#matt murdock #matt murdock fem!reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock smut #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock blurb #matthew murdock smut #matthew murdock #matthew murdock x reader #matthew murdock x you #matthew murdock fanfiction #matt murdock x y/n #matt my beloved #omg omg omg omg omg

[xxeycisxx]

Just like that, sweetheart

Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: you're relaxing with Matt on a lazy sunday afternoon, but Matt gets bored.

TW: unprotected sex, fingering, cockwarming, oral, praise kink, dom Matt, reader is submissive. MDNI

might contain some typos.

taglist: @its-carlerrr

-masterlist here

You were both lying on the couch, it was a Sunday afternoon, your head was resting on his naked stomach and his hand was gently playing with strands of your hair between his fingers. You felt his calm breath, heard his heartbeat through his skin that radiated with warmth and made you feel completely at peace. Hot wind swept across your exposed thighs, noise from the street coming through the window, 

Your hands were resting on his spreaded thighs, you wanted to touch him, always, as much as you could. It was like your body was physically addicted to his. Feeling him inside you, entering your body and making you his home was the best thing you could experience as a human. The way he touched you, roughly, but somehow with love and tenderness. You loved when he was rough with you. And he loved it too. You belonged to him and he belonged to you. Your bodies were inseparable. 

You loved him so much.

“You wanted to watch that movie,” you completely forgot about the movie, honestly. Yes, you were feeling lazy and wanted to spend some time doing nothing with Matt. But he is just such a distracting man. 

“What are you talking about? I am watching the movie,” you lied. You knew your thoughts were already somewhere else, thinking about his tongue between your thighs, how he kissed his way into your cunt and toyed with your clit until it made you cum an hour ago. You already felt wetness spreading between your legs, but you couldn’t help yourself. He made you feel that way, not you. 

“How can you expect me to just sit here and listen to that damn movie when I can taste you in the air again?” he knew. He always knew, and you liked that, you liked that he knew what he was doing to you. How much you wanted him.

“I am just watching the movie, Matthew,” you were teasing him, and he loved when you were doing that. And he loved even more what always came after that. 

To be honest, you really weren’t ready for him again, your pussy was still a bit sore from before, but you wanted him. You noticed his dick between his legs, desperately trying to get out of his boxers, just a couple inches from your face. It was a hot afternoon, neither of you didn’t bother with clothes, so there was no way of hiding it. 

“Yeah baby? Just watching a movie?” he teased back, his right hand slipped down your back, right between your legs. He put your panties aside with his skilled fingers, that you were already eager to suck on, and started sliding them up and down your slit, spreading your wetness all over your sensitive cunt. 

“So you don’t want me here, right?” he smiled, his fingers found your clit again, but made barely any contact, just playing with you. 

“I am just watching the movie, baby,” you really tried to hide your moan, but he could still hear it in your voice. His dick could hear it too, it was almost painful, how much he wanted you.

“Well, you don’t need your mouth now, right baby?” his hand slipped inside his boxers and his cock sprung out. He was huge and there was a little bit of precum already coming out from his tip. Your mouth started salivating just at the sight.

“Just let me put it in there for a bit,” his voice was deep, filled with lust. His hand grabbed his cock and aimed it to your mouth.

“Just open your mouth for me, baby, just want to feel you,” you did what he said and slightly opened your mouth. His tip slowly slid inside and you could finally taste his nectar on your tongue, you started sucking on his tip lightly. 

“That’s my good girl, just like that,” you loved when he said that, you would do anything to just hear him say those words to you. 

His tip stayed in, you continued to lightly suck on him, then gently switched to playing with your tongue on him, exploring him lazily. He loved it, you could feel his breaths get deeper and his heart started to race.

“I know you like that, baby, I can feel you getting wetter,” his fingers were still pushing on your clit, but were not moving at all. You tried to stay calm and focus on his dick inside your mouth. 

“My sweet slut likes to have my cock in her mouth, huh?” his other hand started stroking your hair, rewarding you. You moaned, your pussy was clenching around nothing, already asking for what was now in your mouth. 

“Suck on me again, baby, c’mon, make me feel good,” you obeyed, taking a little more of him in. He tasted so sweet, you could taste more precum on your tongue and moaned again. 

“Good, good girl, you’re doing so well taking care of my cock,” he knew how to make you desperate and he knew how to drive you crazy only using words. Your pussy started to move, creating that sweet friction with his fingers, that were still between your folds. But right after you started, his fingers were gone.

“You wanted to watch the movie, didn’t you?” you could practically hear that smug smile on his face. You moaned desperately in protest, but his hand kept your head firmly on his cock. There was no way out and honestly, you loved every second of it, you loved how his dick was twitching against your tongue, how you could feel how much he wanted you and loved what you were doing to him. But you needed more. 

“Stay like that, baby, make me feel good, okay?” he said. You could feel his hand moving from your hips to your breasts. You were only wearing a tank top, so your nipples were already exposed and hard against the thin fabric. Matt’s fingers found your nipple and started squeezing it between his fingers through your shirt. Your moans vibrated on his dick, making him moan quietly too. 

“Just like that,” you loved when Matt gave orders like that. You budged back a little, so you could spit on his dick and spread it out on him with your tongue. Then, gently, you took him back inside, your tongue caressing him, making him feel good.

You stayed like that for some time. Matt didn’t stop playing with your nipples for a second, tugging them, squeezing them, or just lightly touching them. He knew he was teasing you, preparing you for what he had in store for you and you tried to focus on his cock, which was still resting in your mouth.

Then, finally, the movie was over. 

Your heart was racing, your pussy clenching and completely wet, so empty, just waiting for anything that Matt could give you. 

“Fucking finally,” Matt said roughly, he thought about finishing inside your mouth like ten times, but he wanted you to cum on his dick now. He took his dick out of your mouth quickly and stood up behind you. You barely managed to realize what was happening and he was already pushing his dick inside you. 

“You’re always so wet for me, baby, I love that,” he gritted through his teeth. You could tell he was close, that probably, making you cockwarm him with your mouth for so long was as hard for him as it was for you.  But you loved to see him this desperate and you loved to finally feel him inside you, stretching your sensitive pussy, making it his again. 

His fingers found your clit again and started drawing circles around it again, but this time, he applied more pressure, driving you crazy.

“Matt, please, I can’t!” you moaned, it was too much. He made you cum today already, so doing it again was a bit too much for you, but he kept you on the thin line between pain and pleasure, knowing exactly what he was doing and how he was doing it. 

“You can take it,” he ordered. Your cunt started spasming around him, you were already close. His fingers were still abusing your clit, forcing you on the edge of pleasure, taking him with you. 

“I am gonna cum, Matt, please!” you begged, you loved every second, yet somehow, it was too much.

“Cum for me baby, c’mon, make me proud,” he grunted, his thrusts inside you became more uneven, but harder and deeper. He was about to cum too, but you were already there.

Thick hot liquid slipped out of you as your pussy was convulsing around his thick cock, your whole body is not yours anymore, you don’t even know if you feel it too much or not at all at that point, there is nothing in the world other than you and Matt. 

“That’s it baby, just like that,” you felt his hot cum spreading inside you, marking you as his. The pleasure spread across your whole body, Matt thrusted in you a few more times and then both of you fell on the couch.

“I love you baby, so much,”

.

.

.

You wanna be tagged too? Apply here! :)

#matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x reader #matthew murdock x reader #matt murdock praise kink #matt murdock fluff #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil #daredevil one shot #matt murdock fem!reader #matt murdock angst #matt murdock #smut #fanfic #matt murdock dom

[takenbypeter]

WHOLE

Matt Murdock x reader

Words: 1204

~~~~~

Matt was used to it. People coming in and out of his life, relationships coming in and out, he didn’t mind, it typically kept people safe. He thought it would be the same with you, in and out of his life. But the longer you stuck around, the more he found himself not wanting you to leave his side. At first he thought it wouldn’t be an issue, but he found himself becoming too attached, after things would go haywire he found himself calling you, making sure you were okay, even if you were miles from the crazy. 

Recognizing this new behavior in him, he began to worry again if you were too close—if he was too close, he just didn’t want anything bad to happen. Which is why it pained him to make the call. 

“…Hello?” You asked, eyes barely opening in the dark of the night as your hand gripped your phone. “Hi,” came the familiar low voice from the other end. 

“It’s unlike you to call so early in the morning, is everything alright?” 

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” you grin at the assurance in his voice before he continues but what he says next suddenly makes you completely alert, “I’m sorry, did I hear you correctly? You want to break up? Why? Did something happen?”

“No, I just think it’s what’s best, for both of us.”

You ran a hand against your head, ruffling your hair, “are you sure? Cause I don’t think that’s what’s best for us, I think it’s what’s best for you.”

Only silence crackled through his end before you heard his voice muttering, “I’m sorry,” before a click was heard and only you remained on the line. 

And that was it. He dumped you on a random morning, without even giving you an actual reason. Matt didn’t know if he made the right decision, but he knew it had to be made. You wanted to call, see him, but you knew when Matt made up his mind he was stubborn believing it to be the right thing to do, so you left it at that. 

A month went by and within that time you still spent most of it with your mutual friends, Foggy and Karen. It’s not like Matt was around all the time anyways. This particular day, Foggy had invited you to a night out at the local bar with him and Karen. You thought nothing of it, it was a normal thing. 

You all joked around your usual pool table playing a round and you were about to hit one of the balls when a figure disrupted your focus. Stepping up to the table was Matt, and seeing him your muscles immediately tense and your stick returns back to your side. 

“Foggy?” You asked and Foggy’s mouth hung open in obvious fake shock, “Matt? What are you doing here, I thought you’d be out?” Foggy asked a little too loudly and you rolled your eyes at the bad cover up. 

“You invited me,” Matt simply responded, while Foggy gave him a look which he couldn’t even see. “No, I didn’t,” Foggy said before whipping around to you, clapping his hands enthusiastically together. “Well it’s been a while since you two were together you probably have a lot of things to catch up on. C’mon Karen let’s go get another drink,” he ushered Karen away but Matt grabbed his arm before he could get far. 

Foggy glanced at you before leaning close to Matt so only he could hear, “you’ve been miserable this past month. I think this’ll be good for you...” Foggy's gaze flickers to you for a moment before going back to Matt, "for both of you."

With one last smile, he left you and Matt alone at the table. 

After letting a moment of silence go by, Matt opened his mouth, but before he could say anything you moved to the other side of the table. “I’ll re rack them,” you said, grabbing the ball rack. 

Matt waited as you re racked the balls. He thought he’d be fine, that it would be okay. But hearing your voice, brought back those feelings that he’s been trying to push so far. 

He wanted to hear your voice more, to reach out, to push himself into your arms, your touch. But instead he stood there as you took the first shot. 

“I thought it’d be a while since I saw you again,” you said, breaking the silence. 

Matt cleared his throat stepping up to the table himself, “yeah, me too.”

He wanted to assure you everything was going to be okay, that he still loved you and wanted to be with you, but no words came out as he hit the ball putting in a couple balls. 

You two played like that. A couple rounds back and forth in the quiet rumble of the bar. Finally Matt couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t take the silence when he was missing your voice, he wanted to hear more about your day, help you get through any worries. He hated that he knew he made himself one of them again. 

Although you wanted to play the game in silence you couldn’t help but wonder, “how have you been?”

Miserable. “I’ve been better.”

You smirk a little at his words, “good.” He grins at yours, finally finding a crack in the tension. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been better,” you copied his words. 

He nodded as you stood beside him to hit the ball. He leaned forward a little, “can I be honest with you?” You lean off the table waiting for him to continue. “I think I’ve made a mistake.”

You let out a sigh of your own, “Matt…you cut me off on a random sunny morning with no explanation. I’m not doing this.”

That seems to strike a nerve as the words he’s been chewing back suddenly come out, “I know and I’m sorry. When I did that, I thought it would be good for you, I wanted to keep you safe.  Even if that meant separating from you.”

You threw your hands up in the air, frustration growing in you, “okay, so what do you want from me?”

“For things to go back to the way they used to be.”

“You can’t just push me away and pull me when you want me.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

He sounded sincere enough and you would be lying if you said you didn’t miss him just as much as he did you. But you couldn’t let things just return to how it was. “I forgive you,” he let a breath of air out, shoulders releasing tension at your sentence. “But we can’t just pick up where we left off. We’ll start as friends first.”

Matt grinned at the thought, “I deserve that.” 

You smile back before returning to your game, “now let’s get back to this game.”

Matt understood why you did what you did, he was just happy to have you back in his life. With you back in his life he realized just how empty he felt before because now that you were back, he felt that empty space filling inside him, he felt whole. 

#a to z challenge #a to z marvel #a to z marvel challenge #matthew murdock fanfiction #matthew murdock fanfic #matthew murdock imagine #matthew murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock imagine #matt murdock x reader #daredevil fanfiction #daredevil fanfic #daredevil imagine #daredevil x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel imagine #marvel x reader

[juniperwoodwell]

Send me all your Matt/Matthew Murdock request, Anything goes!

#fanfic #matthew murdock #matt murdock #matthew murdock x reader #reader insert #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x reader #matthew murdock x you #Matthew Murdock x y/n #daredevil #daredevil x y/n #daredevil x female reader #matthew murdock fanfiction #matt murdock x f!reader