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lovingbradshawafterdark · 2 years

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Kinktober day 12-Holding

Matthew Murdock x devil Gn!reader

Warnings: water sports (piss holding) mild dub-con, possibly, 18+ minors DNI, don't like don't read. (This is probably the only time I’m going to post something like this)

Taglist: @lovelybucky1 @whistle1whistle @discoseal

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Under the darkness of night was your chance; you were given a task and knew not to disobey. You watched the man sneak around, watching the men below start to corner the woman in the alleyway. You snickered, looking at the church. You'd have your chance soon. You just had to wait, and wait, you did. Matt walked out of the alleyway, clutching his side as he leaned against the wall; his vision blurred as he saw a figure approach him.

Matt groaned as he suddenly gained consciousness again, he tried to get a handle on his surroundings, yet it wasn’t familiar.

“So you’re the one causing trouble?” His ears perk up when he hears your voice. He tries to move yet grumbles, feeling a stinging pain around his ribs.

“Where the hell am I?”

“Well, you were just kinda laying on the ground, so I decided to lend a helping hand” He heard you walk closer to him, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hurt you. I have some questions.”

“Like what?” He huffs; his bladder is already starting to feel like it will explode; Matt knew he should have gone before he went out, yet duty calls.

“Well, what's with the outfit?” He doesn't answer you and just sneers, “well?”

“It's to protect my identity.” He could feel it building more intensely now, “can I at least use the bathroom?”

“I'm not done questioning you yet” You smirk at him before running your fingers along the side of his cheek, “mmm, a religious man, I see; I like those” Matt tried to take his mind off his wanting to piss; he took a shaky deep breath, he inhaled a familiar scent.

“Are we In a church?”

“My my, You are perfect” your tone changed, and suddenly, he could feel your cold breath on his neck, your hand gently pressed on his stomach, making him squirm and let out a whimper.

“Shit,” his voice went gruff for a second, trying everything he could, trying not to leak.

“I'm going to have fun with you” your hand suddenly turned rough, and of course, a burning sensation hit his stomach, making his urge to pee even worse. Matt did not like how much it turned him on.

“What the hell are you?” Matt hissed out as you just gently cupped his face.

“I have to see how much faith you have, Matthew.” your voice was soft and comforting, “I, a devil, have been sent to test you.”

“So making me hold my piss is somehow a part of that?” You tore into his cheek and tutted.

“I can only test you if you let me” Matt weighed his options, “if you agree to my test, I won't embarrass you.”

“Fine”

“That was quick” You snapped your fingers, and the ropes that held him soon disappeared. You got between his legs; now that you were close, he could get a scent; it didn't smell excellent, very earthy.

“Try me, I've faced worse than you”

“How badly do you need to go?” You asked him curiously as he gritted his teeth.

“Very badly...” he felt your hand brush against his inner thigh, “what are you-”

“Well, you have to piss first before we can have our fun.” you began to tease and palm him slowly. Matt held back a man lodged deep in his throat, it felt so good, yet he wasn't about to let you win.

“I'd hate to have you wet yourself all over your suit,” You cooed before snapping your fingers once again, and now he was bare in front of you, his clothes gone and cool air hitting his skin. It somehow made the urge even worse as he whined. He knew he would have to go soon, but at this rate peeing on himself was the least of his worries. He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact you were, in fact, a demon.

“Fuck! I can't fuck!” He cursed into the night as he finally wet himself, peeing all over his abs as you just giggled. He took many moments to catch his breath before grabbing you.

“I thought you said you weren't going to do that,” you just cackled, disappearing from his arms.

“Not in front of others, Mathew, tsk tsk...but now the real fun can begin.”

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importantgalaxyrunaway · 3 months

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the snap (Matt Murdock x fem-reader )

Summary: after the blip Matt was blipped away. But what happens when he shows up after everyone comes back?

Part 2 Warnings: angst, I mean it this time ok? I teared up writing this. But with fluff it has a happy ending trust me. Im dyslexic so there are probably/definitely going to be spelling errors. (I’m trying yall. Let me know how I did my first fic for Matt I think I’m going to make a part 2. Please comment if you can and reblog are appreciated if you want ❤️) mentions of pregnancy and childbirth and children

My eyes take in the childrens bedroom. It was small and quant but cozy. The nightlights lit up the room and my five year old daughter was layed down on the soft pastel blankets. I sit down on the side of her bed. She was so beautiful, her sweet brown eyes and brown hair. Her name was angel Murdock, She resembled Matt so much, sometimes it even hurt to look at her. It showed his best attributes on her. Even though she was only five years old she was already fearless, the teachers at the preschool always say she’s already getting in fights with the bullies in the class, no fist fights yet thankfully. It was her bedtime so you were finishing up reading a story to her about a princess and prince who fought a dragon.

“And they lived happily ever after the end” I kiss her forehead. And get up from her sleepy form.

“mommy, why do all the other kids have dads?”

Her question struck me in the heart. Leaving a wound size I couldn’t even patch up after patching up so many of Matt’s wounds. But I remain calm and collected like her words were just a simple question. Which they were, she’s just a curious child, there is no way that she knows how deeply I am affected by them. I twist my diamond ring on my finger and bite my lip trying to figure out how to answer this question without terrifying her. I can’t lie to her, I promised I would never lie to her.

“Angel, your father….went away. Hes gone he went with another half of the universe”

“will he be comeback?”

“no, no he won’t” I answered quietly trying to keep myself from sobbing. God I feel so weak, it’s been five years! Fiver years and I still can’t get over his death

“did he leave because of me?”

“no! No, he never knew about you sweetie. He was taken before he knew”

I take a shaky breath and kiss her on the forehead “goodnight” I leave her now asleep form and creep to the kitchen. I look down and the sink and I can’t take it anymore. Grief racks my body as sobs come out in waves. Why? Why did you have to leave I know you didn’t do it on purpose but why? It’s so unfair. Mathew I miss you. I know The city needed but mainly I needed you. I bring my knees up to hug my chest. I feel so weak, so fucking weak it’s been 5 years and I still haven’t recovered. I tpull myself together and wipe my tears mainly because I hear noises outside. A lot of noises. Screams, cries, laughter, sobs. I run to the window and open the curtain. Hundreds and hundreds of people are flooding the streets. Some are hugging, kissing, others are just staring in disbelief. Poeple are running in all directions and so so many of them are confused. Who are these people? Where did they come from? Could they he the ones who were snappe—

Knock! knock! knock!

the noise of someone at my door shattered my trail of thoughts like a broken mirror, breaking me of my trance. Who on earth. Or any planet for that matter would be calling to me at this hour? I tentatively get up. Cross the room and open the door, I was not prepared.

there. Right there stood my husband dead for 5 years after the blip. He stood in his lawyer suit in the doorframe. Just as he was before he left. He’s exactly the same. To him no time has passed at all. But I’m sure he’s heard it’s been 5 years on the streets. My body is rigid from shock utter shock. He takes off his red glasses so I can see his face again. A small gasp escapes my mouth as my eyes lay upon him again. Hes so gorgeous it actually hurts. Makes my heart ache. To say I felt conflicted would be an understatement I was downright a wreck inside. He so damn pretty. Was all I could really think. my shaky hand reaches up and caresses his face as if feeling he’s actually there and this isn’t some hallucination.

“sweetheart, I’m real” he smiles

“I-i Matt you were dead—you-you—oh!” I choke out in sobs

I seizes his head and he walks closer to me closing the door. I kiss him desperately like a woman starved. The kiss is searing and leaves us gasping for air. As soon as we break the seal we dive into it again and I let out a small whimper that allows him to slip his rougue into my mouth. I immediately submit to him and let him take the dominance. After sometime in a log swaying kiss. We stumble towards the couch where he tries to explain to me what happened but with me kissing his neck desperately it’s hard for him. In the five years he was gone I never took a lover. I couldn’t bring myself to. I was always thinking about Mathew even if he was just in the back of my mind. Especially as I walked down the more dangerous streets of Hells kitchen without him.

“sweetheart—sweetheart— “ he lets out a small groan that is music to my ears “are you going to let me know what happened or let me explain” he laughs.

I pull back and bip my lip “sorry”

”I know five years have passed someone on the street told me that after they did I ran to find you I’m sorry—“ his head tilts to the side as if he’s picking up something “there’s another heartbeat in the apartment”

I take his hands “Matt this is a lot to take in I know but….”

“y/n you can tell me anything” the way my name rolls of his toung sounds like honey. He runs his finger over my silk nightgown, his favorite fabric. He takes his time training my figure and them cup up to claps both my hands again “anything”

Reassured now I start my tale “the day of the blip was also the day I found out I was pregnant. Turns out half the universe was blipped away. You’ve been gone for five years now. The pregnancy was hard, half the doctors were gone, you were gone. Without many people to support it was hard but, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl, who looks so much like you. I named her angel Murdock.”

he’s silent for a bit. I feel sorry I know how much it is to take in “I’m so sorry I wasn’t there for you sweetheart. I left you and everyone behind. God I feel so guilty.”

“Mathew there is nothing to apologize for! You couldn’t control it!”

We’re silent for a bit and I wonder if he’s listening to angel’s heartbeat. He beams “I can’t believe I’m a father.” He laughs “ironic isn’t it?”

“what is?”

“the devil is the father of an angel” he muses. His face is bright and happy

“I never thought of it that way” I ponder “she’s already fearless like you”

“Hm, maybe not a good thing. But she sure has the Murdock fighter genes. I’m just sorry I missed the pregnancy and everything”

“well we could always try again?”

“I’d love that” he purrs into my ear in his deep voice. And his head rests in the crook of my neck as he leans into my body. And I’m so so starved for touched after all these years I hold onto him like he’s the last thing in the world. I practically melt into his touch as I haven’t been intimate like this in so long.

“don’t leave me” i whisper

“no sweetheart” his strokes my hair “im never leaving you again”

it feels so comfy with his bodyweight on mine on the couch we don’t even bother to move to the bed as we fall asleep there that night not wanting for a second to leave each other’s arms. It would be hard to explain to to angel who this man she never met was will figure that out in the morning. Things are always better in the morning. No things are always better now that’s he’s back. Everything seems fixed, my whole world.

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writings-of-a-demigod · 9 months

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“I highly doubt aliens wanna wipe your brains out.” Matt said while walking holding his stick in one hand and your arm in the other to guide him.

“Yeah Y/n you have to have a brain first.” Foggy said while chuckling causing Matt to chuckle too.

“Ha ha that’s not funny. What I don’t get is why they want to come to Earth? I mean seriously have you met us?” Y/n replied then took a pause holding Matt’s hand to ask him to stop until the light turns green so you can cross the street.

“Well that’s just low dude.” Foggy made a frowny face at you.

The light turned green and you guys started your walk to cross over.

“No think about it, this whole ass universe and they choose the lowest lifeform there is to visit? Something’s not right with this.” You said resting your case.

“Maybe they run out of other planets and they decided to come to Earth?” Foggy tried to reason with you.

You turned to your left and gave Foggy a look “Seriously dude? That sounds stupid.”

“I’m sorry have you even heard the conversation you two are trying to have?” Matt questioned the both of you chuckling.

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mattpresleybutler · 1 year

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The blindfold

Matt wanted to try something new. Now he has usually been open with things and will tell you all if the things that he likes especially when in bed but he had been holding off on this one. 😏

You are sitting on the edge of the bed and matt is standing in from to you. You feel so nervous right now. He starts to say

“Before we get started I need you to do a few things for me.”

“Ok” you say in a quiet shakey voice

“You will need a scarf or some length of fabric to use as a blindfold. And I want you naked and lying down on your bed, headphones on.”

You get off the bed and go into your drawer and grab a red piece of silk fabric and walk over to him. You look at him with your doe (your eye color) eyes and start to strip in front of him. And yes you know that he is blind but he can still see and sense everything you are doing.

“Mmhh” he lets out a low hum. He can already smell your arousal

Once you are naked, you lie down on the bed holding your blindfold

“Now let's get started. Just lie down and relax.” he said. Your heartbeat is picking up in speed. You are feeling very nervous but excited. He senses your heartbeat going up and cocks his head to the side. This just turns you on even more.

“ The first thing I want you to do is tie the scarf around your head. I don't want you distracted by anything.”

You tie the scarf around your head obeying his orders.

“Just focus on the sound of my voice. Feel everything around you slip away and disappear.... Just relax..... Feel yourself breathing.....Slowly inhale..... Hold it and then slowly let it out..... I want you to feel every part of your body.”

As you breathe in you feel calm and relaxed. The sound of his voice is so calming its like a trance. As you exhale, you let go of all the tension in your body. You feel the outside world getting farther and farther away, each time you take a breath.

“Inhale... And exhale... Slow... Calmly... Keep breathing as you listen to my voice... Inhale... And exhale.”

You keep doing as he says.

“Now I want you to bend your knees and draw your feet up until your legs are open for me.”

You bring your feet up getting even more nervous and aroused than you were before.

“Nice and wide.” he says “Feel how open and exposed you are... Feel everything around you... The temperature of the room... The sensation of any drafts or breezes washing over you.”

As you sink deeper and deeper into what he's saying you don't even notice that he has gotten closer to you.

“Keep your hands to your side, Resting, And breathe.”

Ask he keeps talking you are slowly feeling the need to be touched. You squirm a bit. You feel your body growing more sensitive.

“Your being such a good girl for me. Open and needy.”

You can feel it inside In your belly A small tingling sensation, desire, you need him so bad, Wanting to feel his touch.

You can feel him over your body shifting on the bed. The feeling is growing even deeper now.

“Please Matty” you whine. Spreading your legs even further. You can feel it in your thighs. Getting more and more sensitive.

“ I know baby but you need to hold back for a little while longer.”

He keeps teasing you and telling you all the things he wants to do to you but still won't touch you. You feel the desire Slowly consuming you.

You think about How good it would feel to be touched. But you keep your hands at your side. Just feeling the need, and The desire.

The tingling and sensitivity is now moving to your clit now.

“ please I can't take more. I need you so bad” you plead.

“Breathe. Slowly. Listen to my voice. Feel it in your belly. My words now inside you. Spreading to your thighs. And to your clit. Feel how much you want to be touched. Teased. Played with.” he says

You let out little moans and whimpers underneath him. He has some effect on you and he knows it. I mean he's making you feel all of this with just his words.

“Try to hold still and listen to my words and feel yourself getting wet for me.” he says

You let out more small moans and are a writhing mess under him.

“Open your legs wider. Knees apart. Spread for me. Place your right hand on your belly. Gently. Just let it sit for a moment.”

You do as he says but you feel the need to tough your self more. You want to rub your clit so bad.

“Feel my touch. My words. In your head. In your body. In your pussy.” he lets out a groan and you don't even have to see him to know that he is hard right now.

You slowly slide your hand up along your naked body. Over your chest To your throat And finally, touching your cheek. You Gently trace your fingertips over your cheek. Touching it gently. You imagine that that is matts touch.

“ that's it, good girl, feel my touch, my words, caressing you, so gentle” he says in a low voice.

You touch yourself so desperatelyad needy. Feel your hunger. Desire. It's like Every part of your body is now connected to your clit and you can feel every sensation between your legs.

“Now take the tip of your finger and trace it over your lips. Slowly. Think of pressing your lips to mine. Kissing me. The pressure of my lips against yours.”

As you touch your lips you kiss the tip of your finger. And keep tracing it over your lips. You can Feel your need growing.

“My touch. My caress. Playing with your lips. Now with your left hand, reach up and touch your throat. Wrap your hand around it, and imagine my fingers gently squeezing, pressing into your tender flesh.”

You Play with your lips and touch your throat. You keep moaning which is just turning matt in even more.

“Mmmhh Matty, I need you so bad.” you whimper

“Feel me starting to consume you. Your need starting to boil inside you. Feel yourself growing wetter for me. Your pussy feeling everything. My touch. My words.” he says.

You can hear him breathing now. You can Feel it on your skin. He is close to you now. Watching you writhe and squirm under him.

“Each sensation now slowly tracing a line to your wet pussy. Making your clit tingle. Think about how good it would feel to be touched there. Touched. Teased.” he says

You bring your hand down you your clit. Now playing with your clit. Feeling it starting to swell. Throb.

“Open your legs wider for me. Touch yourself. Feel it deep inside. Touch your throat. Trace your finger over it.” he says

You let out one of the most unholy moans ever finally being able to tough yourself. But he stops you.

“ ah ah I'm not done with you yet, you can keep going can't you? Come on be a good girl for me.” he says as you whine and retract your fingers from your needy clit.

You Feel your pussy growing more and more needy. Feel how much you want to touch yourself. How much you need it.

“Can you feel How much is it is starting to ache for me?” he says

“ y- yes please matty I want you so bad” you whine

“Not yet” he says sternly. “Now slowly move your hands down to your breasts. Touch your nipples. Play with them. Tease them. Feel them connected to your clit. Each touch making your hunger grow. They are connected now. Pinch them and pull them.”

You Tug at them and twist them and feel every sensation between your legs.

“ Think of me watching as your face changes and you become more and more lost. I want you to feel desperate for me. Needy. Slutty. Horny.” he says

You really need to touch your pussy. So much. But he won't let you. Not yet.

“I want you to feel the connection between your nipples and your clit. Just trace your fingers over them.”

You do as he says Barely touching them. Feel them stiffen.

“Tease them for me. I want to see you squirm for me. I want to hear you whimper and moan. Becoming my desperate, needy girl.” he says.

You feel yourself getting wetter and a moaning mess indeed him

“Keep playing with your nipples with your left hand. Touching them and teasing them. And with your right hand, slowly slide it down to your belly. Touch yourself there. Trace your fingers back and forth.”

Deep inside, you can feel your desire starting to overwhelm you. An orgasm starting to grow. Even without touching your clit or your pussy. Every sensation is connected. Everything makes your pussy swell and your clit tingle. Like an itch you can't scratch. So many feelings building. Growing. Frustration. Desire. You Raise your hips and trace your fingertip along your pussy lips. You Feel your wetness.

“Just one time. No more.” he says

You press your wet finger tip to your lips and wipe your wetness on your mouth.

“Feel the desire and need. Taste yourself. Now slowly touch your inner thighs. Draw your fingers inside your legs, just up to your pussy. But no touching. Not yet. Slower. Tease yourself for me. I want to see how wet and desperate I can make you.” he says

You keep playing with your nipples and touching your inner thighs.

“Feel how much you want to be touched.Your clit is so swollen and needy. Just like you. Every part of you. Your mind. Your body. Your soul. All of you is now centered there. Feel it. Tingling. So desperate for my touch.” he says

His words have so much effect on you, you don't know how he does it. You just need him so bad.

“Place your hands back to your sides. No more touching.” he says

“Matty please I can't do it anymore. I need you so bad! I'll do anything PLEASE mmhhhh” you moan

“I'll let you touch yourself again soon, Just listen to my voice.”he says

You resentfully do as he says

“I want to caress your cheek. Touch you so gently.” he says

“Please, please do it. Touch me Matty” you moan

He Traces his fingers over your lips, making you hunger for his kiss. He wraps his hands around your throat, completely surrounding you. Pressing into you. His other hand now playing with your nipples, feeling them grow stiff at his touch. His hands exploring you. Touching you. Teasing you.

He senses your every reaction. His lips now on you. Kissing. Sucking your nipples. Kissing your belly. Gently pressing against the tender skin of your thighs. Raising his head up and pressing myself closer between your legs. Close. But not touching you.

You can feel his breath on your pussy. And he blows softly, right on your clit. Watching you and listening to you. Knowing how much you need his touch.

“Mmhh please matty please please pleaseeee” you plead

As you are begging you feel the tip of his tongue barely make contact with you. It lingers for what feels like forever and then it is gone.

It makes the aching worse. More swollen. More needy.

Then he does it again. Shorter this time. His hot breath mixing with short kisses and licking. Teasing you more.

you feel him take hold of your wrist and guide your hand between your legs.

He whispers into your ear. "I want to watch you touch yourself."

You take no time in doing that. He is watching you now as you do just that.

“I want to see you masturbate. For me. But I don't want you to cum until I tell you to. I want to watch you edge for me. I want you close. Needy. Desperate.” he says

You slowly rub your clit trying not to cum on the spot with how he is talking to you.

“Touch your pussy for me. Show me how desperate you are. Let my words fill you up. Show me your desire. Find that edge and hold yourself there for me.” he says

You feel your self getting closer and closer

“Your orgasm isn't for you. It is for me. And I want to make you earn it. I want every single part of you focused on your clit. On your pussy. On the touch that I am giving you. And now. I want you to cum for me.” he says

You rub your clit and feel that familiar coil building in your stomach

“Now. Cum.”

You feel the overwhelming sensation. You are writhing and squirming under him. A moaning mess just for him. As soon as you start to come down from your high he says,

“And listen. Because I want you to know. You are my toy. My slut. My treasure. My needy, desperate girl. My whore. My pet. But most of all. You are mine.” he says

You feel him shift on the bed and take the red silk blindfold off your head. You are so tired that you could fall asleep right then an there. He gets up and grabs a wash cloth from the bathroom and soaks it in warm water and beings it back out to you.

He starts to clean you up and brings you your favorite pair of pajamas. He gets in the bed with you and snuggles up into you.

“ was that to harsh?” he says

No, that was amazing, you were amazing” you said you worry a but because he didn't get to feel good yet and you asked

“Do you want me to help you? I can if you want me to!” you say in a sleepy voice

“No it's ok you just read and get some sleep!” he says

“ I love you so much y/n” he says quietly sensing you heartbeat getting slower as you are falling asleep

“I love you too Matty.” you say quietly as you drift off to sleep. Matt soon falls asleep to the sound of your heart beat.

A/N: this is my first smut and I hope this is good. I hope it's not too cringe. I tried my best. 😂 if you guys have any requests you can let me know through messages or through the inbox.

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the-dendrophile-bookdragon · 1 year

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Service Dog 2

Pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader (it’s mostly gender neutral but then I used girlfriend, I am so sorry. Wanted it to be gender neutral)

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: You convinced Matt to get a dog, now starts the fun part. Naming them and finding a good school.

Part One

Immediately after Matt gave you the okay you wrote an email to the vet and told her you needed a dog suitable to be a service dog. She wrote back with pictures of a few suitable puppies and their characteristics.

Matt was sitting next to you. Beer in his hand and his tie half unmade still around his neck. He had a long day in court and wanted nothing more than your voice lulling him to sleep. He smiled as he listened to you describing the different dogs looks and their nature. “Oh this one sounds cute. He likes to cuddle a lot and he “talks”.” You made quotation marks. Matt chuckled as you described the dog in great detail.

You hissed softly. “What’s wrong?” He looked concerned. With his free hand he searched for your thigh. You laid your hand on his and squeezed it tight. “It’s nothing. Just this dog I was telling you about.” You looked over to him. He nodded in agreement. “He likes to use clothes and shoes as chewing toys.”

Now he understood the hiss you made. His own grimace made you giggle. “Maybe we could teach him not to bite things and only his chewing toys.” You looked at your boyfriend with hope in your eyes and voice. He shook his head. “If we have to unteach him something he already is accustomed to he won’t become a service dog. There is another dog. You said she was quiet what was the downside about her?”

You looked at him before scrolling down to said dog. You read through the descriptions before humming. “Nothing speaks against this dog. She is by far the cutest.” Matt chuckled.

You called the vet the next day. What you couldn’t believe was how fast you returned home with a dog the same day. She slept the whole ride home occasionally snoring. You turned shortly to Matt and cooed, “Aww, she is already taking after you.” Matt looked at you deadpan while laughing sarcastically.

The vet gave you after her last check ups and other tests procedures for service dog trainings. She pointed out which one where highly recommended and which one were a little on the pricey side. At home you sat down and sifted through them. “Matt, this one sounds good. It’s on the weekends or if you prefer they have evening courses on weekdays.” Matt nodded, deep in thought as he sat with a slice of pizza at the dinner table next to you.

You looked at the young cub laying on your couch. With her eyes she followed you like a hawk. “Matty, what name should we give her?” The man sitting next to just shrugged. His mouth full of pizza. He made a gesture like he was writing something. You understood immediately and gave him a pen and paper. He wrote down three names. “Roxy?” You looked at him with a flabbergasted expression. Matt just shrugged his shoulders.

The next name was Cerberus. “I swear to god, Mathew. I shouldn’t have let you see Hercules yesterday!” The devil next to your left shoulder grunted out something similar to ‘don’t say the lords name in wain.’ You gave him a deadpan expression. The last name was Mowgli. “Matt, our dog is a girl.” The man in question spit out a ‘And?” his mouth still full of pizza.

A light pulp lit up in your head and you opened your browser. You tipped in ‘Jungle Book’. You scrolled down till you found a side with all characters listed. You clicked on the link and scrolled till you found the name you were looking for. “Raksha!” Both Matt and the dog turned to you. Matt raised his eyebrows. He liked it and so did the puppy. “It’s settled. Raksha is our newest family member.”

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spacehondacivic · 1 year

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same thing in my eyes… @pastafossa

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house-of-slayterr · 1 year

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These pictures of Mathew and Lucifer 😩😩😩 are you fucking me?!? Hello???

#daddies #priest Mathew #priest Matt Murdock #daredevil #mathew murdock #matt murdock #mcu #marvel #comics fan #marvel comics #lucifer morningstar #lucifer mcu #lucifer comics #Priest Matt x Reader x Lucifer

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urmom724 · 2 years

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COVID Matt Murdock

I see there only being two situations with Matt Murdock v. COVID

The first one is my least favorite but we have to consider it: He wouldn’t wear a mask because God would protect him- but I feel like he could tell who has COVID and goes out of his way to avoid them.

Second: He wears a mask, any where and every where. Which also includes Daredevil. And the idea of that makes me laugh my ass off. I mean imagine him trying to get information out of people.

Bad guy on the ground with a broken nose, with his arm pinned at a wrong angle against a wall

Matt: Muffled noises

Bad guy: W-what?

Matt:more muffled noises

Bad guy: I-I don’t understand, please just let me go!

Matt: Pulls out thermometer and points it at the guys head, and it comes up green. Pulls down his mask “Tell me where to find Wilson Fisk.”

#daredevil #matt murdock #mathew murdock #covid #daredevil tv show #Wilson Fisk #matt murdock x you #imagine though #daredevil x reader

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rancidpancakebatter · 1 year

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A Bracelet - [M.M.]

Pairings: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

Summary: Reader and Matt’s first kiss

Word Count: 2.9k words

Content: Swearing, drinking, fluff

( Masterlist )

A/N: This is my first time writing for something not TASM!Peter Parker so please be gentle. This is not very good but it’s enough and I wanted to get it out there.

You owed your life to Mathew Murdock, Foggy Nelson, and Karen Page. Karen was able to track you down as a potential target for Fisk. You worked at a firm, and much like her, you came across something you weren’t supposed to see. She brought you to the office and introduced you to the two people who would help in the fight for your life.

And fight they did, hell they won! Hell’s Kitchen: washed by hallowed hues at the death of Fisk’s control. Children were out playing in the summer heat, and you could, once again, sleep at night.

Word got around that Nelson and Murdock were the ones to bag him, and since then, the office has been booming. As secretary, you helped each person fill out forms before handing the list of clients to Karen so the boys could go over them.

Matt was quite the charmer. It was a well-known fact. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been playing into it. Matt was passionate and fiercely loyal. You were honoured that he felt your situation demanded such responses. Matt was also kind and truly empathetic. He was funny and seemed to anticipate your every need. He knew when you needed tea or food or just a friend.

You had a close call with Fisk a few months ago. Some of his men grabbed you off the street to get information from you. It was terrifying, and you were still healing from the torture you endured. The next day you stalled, organising files instead of leaving the office.

Matt seemed to know what you were doing and allowed you to get away with it for a while. Lost in a sea of manilla envelopes, you almost missed him clearing his throat. You argued back and forth on whether or not you should leave the office, and just when you thought you had won, he struck a deal.

“I won’t make you go home, you can stay with me, but you should get some rest.” You took his hand and prayed he didn’t notice your shaking fingers as you guided it to your arm. The whole walk, Matt made you laugh and held you close. That night you realised just how deeply you cared for him. While he treated your wounds, both physical and mental, you realised you had fallen for him.

It was Friday night and Foggy had run off to the bathroom, alcohol always ran right through him, and Karen had stepped away to take a call leaving you and Matt alone at the pool table. You were terrible at pool, and it made you feel better to know someone here was almost as useless at it as you. You leaned against your cue, watching Matt try and line up a shot with no guidance.

You giggled as he gently knocked an orange ball with his cue. He quickly grabbed it and patted around the green velvet to find another ball. “You know, it’s not nice to laugh at a blind man trying his best.”

He lined up a shot against two pool balls in a random direction. “I’m not laughing at a blind man. I’m laughing at my friend- who happens to suck at pool.”

A discernible clinking sound rang through the bar as a slew of pool balls bolted in all directions. “Well, from what I can tell, you suck too.”

A purple four bounced its way into a pocket but you were too lost in Matt’s smirk and dimples to care. He just looked so pretty leaning over the pool table, muscles pulled taut under his dress shirt and teeth gleaming in the dingy lighting. You took another swig of your beer, feeling yourself flush the longer you looked.

Matt walked around the table, now in front of you. He looked just over your head, probably not realising how close you were. “So far, only one of us has scored.”

You scoffed, a small smile finding its way onto your face.

“Technically, it doesn’t count because you didn’t hit it off the cue ball, you hit it off of a different one. Furthermore, you’re stripes and you pocketed a solid so Karen and I get that point.”

Matt brings his head down and you think for a moment that maybe he can see you. The thought makes you nervous. Would he like what he sees?

“So either it counts as your point or not all? Now it seems you’re trying to take advantage of a blind man.”

He was leaning forward, a hand in his pocket, levelling your gaze. You were trying not to choke in the stuffy room. He was entirely too close and you wanted him closer. Unfortunately, your body was frozen, trapping you in this paradox of proximity.

“Not a blind man,” you repeated your words from earlier, “my friend.”

Just then, Foggy returned, pulling you two apart. You told him about the point you had earned and he argued the defence of his “client,” making you laugh. The night passed on with tremendous smiles and total glee.

It was getting late and you were reaching your limit. Foggy had a rule, “If the beer starts tasting good, quit while your ahead.” And you had to admit, the warm barley notes were starting to hit the spot. Karen had similar concerns and Foggy offered to walk her home. You didn’t miss the wink he sent you when leaving you alone with Matt. You tried to level your wavering voice before calling out to him.

“Let’s call it a night, yeah? Come on, I’ll walk you home.” You moved to link your arms, but Matt’s hand found yours before you could. His hand on your wrist, stopping you from holding his arm.

“No, it’s okay. I can make it home just fine. It’s late and I don’t want you walking these streets alone.” You rolled your eyes, then chuckled as you told him you just did so.

“Look, I’ll walk you home and take a cab back. You only live four blocks away.” You watched as Matt’s jaw twitched, almost as if he were chewing up his thoughts. Your favourite side smile soon came to view and you knew you had won.

You walked with Matt down the streets of Hell’s Kitchen. Well, you skipped and jumped and jived while Matt strolled down the street. Your heart felt so light, you couldn’t help but fall into a jovial nature, not when Matt was smiling at you like that.

“Dance with me, Murdock!” You grabbed his hands and he laughed.

“I don’t know if I’m any good,” He warned you.

“You don’t need to see to dance.” You placed a hand over his heart, “Dancing is a feeling.”

He folded up his cane before reaching out to you. You led one hand to your waist and took the other in yours. You began to step and Matt stumbled as he tried to follow along. You were both giggling at his failed attempt at dancing but you refused to give up.

“Here,” You scooted closer until your shoes knocked his. “Put your toes on my feet, then you can feel when I move.”

He did as you said and you looked up at his face. He was so close, you wanted to run your hands through his hair, to trace every line and fleck of colour. His head was turned down to his feet and you studied every follicle and pore, committing him to memory.

“Okay, I’m ready.” He spoke so softly as if scared to startle you. You cleared your throat, hoping it might also dissipate some of the thoughts running through your brain. You began moving to a simple waltz, humming a song as you slowly move your feet.

Matt was catching on and in a moment of courage, he stepped away from your feet and continued to dance. His steps were more sure as he began to pick up speed, taking strides down the sidewalk with you. He pushed you out into a spin before pulling you back in and giving you a dip.

Your laughter rang through the paved streets and past the street lights guiding you home. He pulled you back up and you were once again at a loss of breath. Matt’s smile was blinding even in the late night hours. His arms were wrapped around your waist, firm and sure in their grip.

He pulled away making your brain feel fuzzy. He grabbed your arm again, and you brought your hand over to rest on his in the crook of your elbow. The rest of the walk was quiet, you spent the time deep in your head. Matt insisted on waiting until you were safe in the cab before he went inside and you watched him in the warm orange glow as you drove off.

Friday night, once again. Josie’s was just as loud as always, the peculiar patrons crowding in for the same warm beer and cheap drinks as you. And they were pouring freely as laughter rang through the air. The four of you shared from a pitcher of beer that sat in the middle of the table.

You and Foggy had a rapport that everyone enjoyed. You see, Foggy would pour himself some more beer and then he would go to pour you some, but you would raise your hand and tell him, “I’m okay, thanks.” But Foggy would just cock a brow at you before saying, “I insist”. Who were you to argue that?

This system made sure everyone stayed decently drunk and happy. You were very happy, actually. Your favourite people were surrounding you in your favourite place. What more could you ask for? Matt switching seats with Foggy when he went to get another pitcher was an excellent addition. As was the way his hand continuously brushed against yours on the table.

Some pool and friendly banter later, it was time to leave Josie’s once again. Karen and Foggy left first like they always do. You began cleaning up around the pool table, trying to stall, not quite ready to leave.

“Hey, can I walk you home?” Matt’s smile was small but kind. You nodded, making your way around the table to link arms.

“I assume that’s a ‘yes’.” You laughed as you confirmed his thought.

As you walk down the empty street, you feel your heart pounding in your chest. You really like Matt. You had a plan in your head, and you knew you needed to act on it tonight or you never would. You instead focused on explaining every funny sign you saw on your way to your apartment. The walk was shorter than you expected it to be. You weren’t quite ready to leave Matt just yet. You saw the entrance to your apartment complex and sighed.

“What if we just kept walking? I mean how would you know if we’ve made it yet?” Matt let out a low chuckle.

“I have your address saved. I would just pull it up on my phone.” You laughed along, stopping in front of the steps.

“I guess you’re right.” You stood in front of Matt as he leaned on his staff, his folded hands supporting his chin. You scuffed your shoes against the cracked sidewalk, working up the courage to say what you had rehearsed in the shower every day for the past week.

Just as Matt was about to open his mouth, probably to ask what your deal was, you spit out, “Hey, I uh…I made you something.”

You face palmed and started mouthing criticisms to yourself. “What is it?”

Matt was smiling, thoroughly enjoying your awkward attempt at conversing. You reached into your back pocket and pulled out the braided materials. “It’s a bracelet.”

He made no effort to open his hand to you. Instead, he dropped his smile and steeled his face. That all-familiar twitch in his jaw showed more stress and concern than joy.

“I um-I used to make a lot of those friendship bracelets as a kid and I just...thought I should make you one. But then I remembered you can’t really see colour or patterns so I had to get creative. I uh-I used my shoelace and some duct tape.”

Matt did nothing to end your rambling. He listened intently to your words, your pulse, your muscles tensing, feeling the change in your body temperature. You waited patiently for his response, but when none came you continued.

“If you don’t want it that’s fine. You don’t have to take it. Actually, it’s kinda stupid, never mind. I shouldn’t have-” He could hear your fingers fumbling as you went to put it away.

Matt put his hand in front of you, palm outstretched. “No, You absolutely should have. Thank you.”

You tentatively place it in his palm and watch his face carefully as he turns it over in his hands. His smile seems more forced than before. “I love it, thank you.”

“You already said that.” You chuckled, trying to bury your embarrassment.

“Well, it bares repeating. Thank you, (Y/n).” You searched his face for any indication that he was lying, but you couldn’t find any.

He pulled on his sleeve before extending his arm to you, the bracelet pinched between his fingers. “Will you put it on for me?”

You tried to calm your breathing as you fastened it around his wrist, checking that it wasn’t too tight or loose. You started to pull away when he opened his palm to you again. You pinched your eyebrows in confusion at the gesture.

“That’s my subtle way of asking if I can hold your hand.” You cover your mouth, chuckling, “I would really like to, but I didn’t really wanna risk messing that up.”

You place your hand in his palm, and it feels so warm. His skin is rough and calloused. You feel so small in his grasp. You brought your other hand up to trace along the new jewellery on his wrist. There was quiet again but in a different way. This was peaceful, this was…right.

“Thank you, (Y/n). This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever given me.” You fought back a laugh.

“I’m sure that’s not true, but thank you all the same.” Matt turned his head, directly facing you and took a step forward. You couldn’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but you were sure he was staring right at you.

“(Y/n), You made me a bracelet. You made me a bracelet with things that remind me of you. You made me a bracelet that I don’t have to see to enjoy. You put so much thought into this.” You felt your cheeks flush as he spoke.

Sometimes Matt’s direct observations are funny, but it was less humorous when aimed at you. “It’s nothing, really. It’s not a big-”

“Don’t finish that.” Matt cut you off, taking another step closer. “Don’t say it’s not a big deal. It’s a huge deal. It’s a massive deal to me.”

You nod your head, not sure how to respond. You feel his hand release yours before his fingers slowly graze up your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. They move past your shoulders, and you can’t stop the shiver that runs through you when he brushes up your throat.

His hand finally stops on your cheek. Soon his other hand is on your face as well. You closed your eyes as his fingers danced over your skin, tracing your brow bones, the arc of your nose, and the curve of your lips.

“You’re beautiful.” It was a simple statement. He stated it as fact, something undisputable. You decided to push your luck.

“And how would you know? You feel a lot of beautiful people lately?” He chuckled as his fingers continued to trace along your skin.

“Nah, just the one. Though, I definitely thought they were beautiful long before now.” Now it was your turn to laugh.

“Oh yeah?” Matt stilled his fingers, resting his hands on your cheeks.

“Yeah, when they first came into the office, they were terrified, and rightfully so. But instead of running away, they went headfirst into the flames. Without their help, I would have never caught Fisk. They were so brave and kind. They never treat me any differently because of my blindness, but still keeps it in mind. They’re very witty, calls me out on my shit. I’m very fortunate to have them in my life, in any way they’ll have me.”

You rested your hand on his wrist, the feeling of duct tape and a shoestring brushing your fingers stoked a hopeful flame in your heart. You leaned into his touch, soaking in the words he said. “They sound like a lucky person.”

Matt beamed at you, “No, I’m the lucky one.”

His thumb moved to trace your lips again, and he felt your small gasp against the pad of his finger. “Can I kiss you?”

He felt your head move under his hands as you nodded. He brought his lips to yours, and you thought you might fly away, become one with the stars. He took your top lip first, before coming in again to get your bottom one too. You were trying to avoid cliches, but it was as if he existed to kiss you. His lips fit perfectly with yours. Every time he started to pull back, you would chase him, and he would return each time with just as much passion.

Matt was quite the charmer. It was a well-known fact. You would be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

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themiserablechick · 1 year

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Wash Day

Matt Murdock x black reader fluff

The title is pretty self explanatory

A/N I might do a sequel don’t hold me to it.

Your apartment was surprisingly nice all things considered and despite the unusually high crime rate of the city you chose to take residence in, your home was really comfortable. Sure the stairs creaked and your neighbors were loud, but you enjoyed taking solace in your own personal space especially on a sacred day. Wash Day.

As Matt hunkered up the creaky stairs of your apartment he mulled over in his head whether this was a good idea or not. It was a surprise, you didn’t really like surprises and you were alone, you loved alone time but as Matt approached your floor the knots in his stomach dissipated. He could smell you your hair product your soft skin but as he got closer and closer to your door he realized he smelled you…plus a thousand .

The usual stress and dread that your fellow black peers feel about wash day never reached you, you liked taking long showers and coconut smelling products. From a wash n go to box braid prep you never really minded. When you started dating Matt he made it abundantly clear from the start of your relationship he preferred your curls it wasn’t because he actually liked one hair style over the other but he grew very fond of the texture of your hair. These two facts combined made for a very exciting wash day. Matt’s nose filled with the overwhelming aroma of coconut and shea butter (though since you started dating he can’t really think of a time he didn’t smell like that.) Often Matt would offer to shower with you but solemnly did because it only took one time to realize that not much hair washing would be happening.

Matt heard a crashing sound and the pausing of some extremally loud music when he knocked on the door, you answered it in one of his over sized Colombia sweatshirts and your hands vertically in front of you trying not to touch anything so the curl cream mixture on your hands wouldn’t spread. only halfway paying attention you started apologizing for the mess only for a stern and familiar voice to cut you off.

“sorry about the-”

“hey don’t worry about it sweetheart”

“Matt!” You excitedly jumped into his arms.

“I haven't seen my best girl in s while figured I’d come say hi’

You pull back to see his face “Hi.”

You peck him lightly still trying to avoid getting hair product everywhere. He immediately deepens it with no second thought pulling you closer to him by you waist.

“Matt.” you say making a gesture with you arms still in the air

“right,” he frees you just long enough for you to rid your hands of the product and then pulls you in again

‘‘Please don’t tell me you showered without me’‘ he says between kisses

“ Mathew we both know if you got in that shower with me I would still have dirty hair”

“I mean I could spend an eternity not washing your hair with you.”

#x reader #black!reader #daredevil #matt #matt murdock #matt murdock x black reader #matty boy #woc reader #matt murdock x reader

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writings-of-a-demigod · 9 months

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“I will cook tonight, and you both are invited.” Y/n announced as they walked into the office smiling.

Foggy looked at the floor “Oh dear God have mercy.” He mumbled.

Matt smiled “I thought I was the catholic one.”

Y/n stood in front of Foggy with raised eyebrows “Do you have a problem with my cooking Foggy?”

Foggy looked like he was a deer caught in the headlights “No, no it’s just that you’re not really the best cook out there.” He thought that was a good answer not gonna let you get mad at him.

Matt cut in before giving you a chance to tear Foggy apart “He meant that we wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He gave you that cute smile of his.

You blinked then took a deep breath “Yeah I thought that’s what he said. Well can’t wait for tonight.”

Foggy walked over to where Matt was standing next to his office door “Thank you for saving my ass out there.” He whispered.

Matt smiled “You’re welcome. Next time don’t comment or they will cook your ass for dinner.”

Foggy gave him a look and Matt laughed at him.

*gif doesn't belong to me*

#writings-of-a-demigod #daredevil #mathew murdock #foggy nelson #matt murdock x reader #foggy nelson x reader #imagines #daredevil imagines

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lillywillow · 2 years

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The Devil’s Fever

Summary: When Matt gets sick, you’re there to take care of him

Word Count: 1300

Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader

Warnings: Mild swear words, mentions/ symptoms of flu

It was inevitable that Matt would eventually get sick. He spent all night out in the cold, in the freezing rain, getting drenched to the bone, come home and not even changed out of his wet clothes. The morning after one such night, Matt could feel a little scratchiness at the back of his throat but decided to walk it off like he did so many things. By the time he got to the office, a headache had set in and his muscles were beginning to ache (although that could just be from the beating he took, he guessed).

“Hey, Foggy,” Matt greeted, taking a seat at his desk. “What’s our first case?”

“Our first case is… woah, you look like crap,” Foggy remarked, immediately once he saw Matt’s condition, the statement coming from a place of concern.

It wasn’t just the bruises that caught Foggy’s attention but there was just something off about Matt’s general appearance that just wasn’t right.

“Thanks, man,” Matt scoffed, shrugging off the comment. He knew Foggy meant well.

“Are you sure you don’t just wanna stay home, man?” Foggy asked.

“Nah, I’ll be fine,” Matt waved off.

“Okay, but if you’re not feeling good, you can go home, okay?”

“I’ll be fine, Foggy. Really,” he tried to reassure.

Matt was not fine. As the day ticked by, he was getting progressively worse. Foggy was so wrapped up in his own work, he didn’t notice how bad his friend’s condition was. Matt tried to focus on his work but he couldn’t concentrate. His clothes felt like sandpaper on his skin and the world he could hear outside was practically screaming at him. By midmorning, he was beginning to sweat.

“Morning, guys. I brought coffee,” you cheerfully greeted.

“Thanks, Y/N. You’re a life saver,” Foggy grinned, taking the foam cup from your hand.

You smiled back until you saw your boyfriend slumped at his desk and rushed over to him.

“Matt? Matty, baby, talk to me,” you implored, carefully lifting his chin.

His skin was hot and clammy.

“’m fine,” he mumbled.

You removed his glasses and looked into his eyes, seeing they were glassy and bloodshot.

“You’re not fine, you’re sick,” you stated, helping him get up from his desk. “Foggy, I’m going to take Matt home.”

“Go right ahead, Y/N. Hope you feel better soon,” Foggy said.

Matt wanted to give some smart reply and to argue that he wasn’t sick but his head was too clouded to even think straight. He let you take him back home.

…

As soon you arrived at Matt’s place, you got him changed into something more comfortable than his suit and got him into bed.

“You get some rest and I’ll go out and some supplies, okay?”

You were expecting Matt to argue and put up a fight but instead, he laid down and went to sleep which only proved to you how much this illness had taken out of him.

…

By the time Matt woke up, you had gotten everything ready. You set up infusers with eucalyptus and tea tree oils to help him breathe a little better along with a humidifier. Setting the book you were reading aside, you looked in on Matt to see him sitting up. When he started coughing, you rushed over to rub his back.

“Try to take deep breaths, love,” you instructed, giving him a box of tissues in case he needed to cough anything up.

Once he had settled, you applied VapoRub to his back and chest. Matt groaned a little before leaning his head against the wall.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he rasped. “But you know, you shouldn’t be here…”

“I’m taking all the necessary precautions. Besides, someone needs to be here to take care of you and make sure you don’t run off…”

“Really, Y/N? You’re going to give me a lecture now?”

“Don’t get me started on lectures, Mathew. Not when you were going to give me one about taking care of you. Now, I have some medicine for you to take and water for you to drink. Make sure you drink all of it. You need to keep your fluids up,” you gently explained, giving him the items to take.

Matt screwed his nose up at the taste of the flu meds but took them regardless and drank all the water in the glass.

“Are you hungry at all or do you feel like you’re going to puke?”

Matt gave another shrug. You couldn’t help but smile a little at the way he looked right now. When Matt was in court, he looked like an absolute rockstar and when he was fighting, he looked so fierce but right now, he was reminding you of a sad little boy.

“How about if I set some crackers by your bed and you can have them when you want?”

Matt gave an affirmative hum and laid back down. You left him be so he could get some more sleep.

…

Throughout the day, Matt dozed on and off. Whenever he was awake, you made sure he was staying hydrated and that he was comfortable as he could be. By evening, Foggy came by to visit and to check how things were going.

“How’s the patient?” he grinned.

“Surprisingly compliant,” you grinned back.

“Wow, this thing really has done a number on him, huh?” Foggy laughed.

Matt could hear your conversation and would have rolled his eyes if he didn’t ache so much.

“And how are you doing? You okay?” Foggy asked.

“I’m a little tired but I’m okay although I don’t think I’ve eaten since this morning,” you confessed.

“How about if I go get dinner for you while you continue to hold down the fort here? It’s the least I can do after all the coffees you get us. My treat,” he smiled.

There was no arguing with Foggy as he left. You returned to Matt once more to get him to drink the tea you had made.

“You know you can go home any time you want, Y/N…”

“I know and I’m not. End of discussion. Like it or not, you’re stuck with me, pal.”

Matt had to admire your stubbornness. It was a lot like his own. That was one of the things he loved about you.

…

You took care of Matt long into the night, keeping a cool cloth on his forehead and checking his temperature regularly. It was the early hours of the morning when his fever finally broke. By then you were so exhausted, you just crashed on his couch. When Matt woke up, he was feeling much better and he knew he had you to thank. He could tell by your gentle breathing and steady heartbeat that you had finally fallen asleep. Smiling to himself, Matt set about making breakfast for the pair of you. He had it half done by the time you woke up.

“Hey, Y/N. Sleep well?” Matt asked when he heard you stir.

“I’ve had better… Been too worried about you… How are you feeling?”

“Better than I was yesterday. I think I’ll take another day off just to be safe…”

“Matt, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” you smiled.

As Matt served up breakfast, he felt so glad to have someone like you in his life. If he ever became sick again, he knew he’d be okay as long as he had you by his side. Not that he would actively go out to get sick but it was one of the lesser-known hazards that came with being the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

#matt murdock #Matt Murdock x Reader #marvel #sick #The Devil's Fever #caring #fluff #daredevil #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot #devil of hell’s kitchen #established relationship

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abbyhaslongshorts · 2 years

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Lighter

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Gn!reader

Author's note: Hello!! So, this is my first fanfic I'm posting! I was compelled to write a vent piece one fateful Sunday a few weeks ago and of course Mathew Murdock had to be my source of comfort. It is edited, but if there is any mistakes message me and let me know. Hopefully you enjoy and find at least some comfort when reading!

Summary: You are no longer alone. Matt Murdock is by your side, hand in hand, ready to share the weight of the past with you.

Content: Catholic guilt, guilt, Christianity, comfort brought to you by Matt Murdock.

Sundays growing up had always begun the same. Wake up. Ignore the yelling. Ignore the dreaded weight of guilt nagging in the back of your mind. Brick by brick, it would weigh you down. Feet dragging as you get dressed in your Sunday best.

If church was supposed to be a place of comfort and peace, then why had you always felt the opposite of that? Instead, it was silent chaos in a place of refuge. Walking through the heavy wooden doors, minutes before the priest and the clergy would walk down the aisle, the guilt, responsibility, and pent up rage would begin to pile on your shoulders, waiting for you to collapse under the weight of it. Even if the church caused pain, its familiarity would wash over you; the smell of incense, the colorful lights bleeding through the stained glass, and the redundancy of mass.

As time passes, the priest's words would mull over in your head, then be thrown to the side like a used rag. There is only so much you can do to avoid the extra weight that would inevitably fall upon your consciousness.

Then on one fateful morning, there it was, the light separating you from the darkness. The dark veil crumbled, suddenly you could sit up straight and breathe easier. You had found your savior in the depths of hell. That crushing burden of responsibility and guilt was now shared. You no longer had to endure it alone. He no longer had to endure it alone. Each stitch sewn into his skin and each smirk he threw your way intertwined your hearts with one another. His unfocused hazel eyes would comfort you through opaque red lenses as you walked into the old church that smelt of incense and wine. Hands clasped, both of your hearts bare, set on the foot of the altar that is your love. Soothing fingers circled your pulse. He would flash you a soft smile as your heart rate briefly increased. He squeezes your hand lightly to let you know that he is there and you both are no longer alone.

It’s not easy for either of you to be there, stand in a church that housed haunting memories; in the church that housed the love of your life during his darkest times. But you are there together, and both of your shoulders have never felt lighter.

Mass goes by faster. You sit with him, shoulder to shoulder, hands never leaving each other. A playfulness falls over you, perhaps even getting comfortable in the colorful house of God. You kick each other's feet as quietly as possible, sometimes trying to make the other slip up while singing a hymn, or suppress giggles as he tells you that a person on the other end of the church farted.

He often says you saved him, that you are the angel that guided him back from the depths of hell, but he saved you too. Your fallen angel, Matthew Michael Murdock, saved you from the overwhelming loneliness and guilt that had built up over a lifetime. Your St. Murdock, on his knees for you, bringing justice to those who can’t do it themselves, welding the name of a figure you both once feared.

So now when you find the time in between jobs and patching up the devil to make your way to church, you're not alone. Matt Murdock is by your side, hand in hand, ready to share the weight of the past with you. The bells chime, and the organ begins to play, yet you have never felt lighter.

#matt murdock x reader #Matt Murdock #fic #reader fanfic #no use of y/n #vent fic #catholic guilt #daredevil x gender neutral reader #daredevil x reader #omg #heres some fanfic written by me #i had a moment one day and decided i need to vent #matt murdock and i have similar experiences with the church #so hes a huge comfort especially in the religion area #hes just like me fr #i hope you enjoy #will probably post more fics in the future but who knows

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titan-sl8yer · 2 years

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Running Red

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt cleans you up after getting mugged

a/n: just a little fyi i’m probably not gonna be getting to any writing for the next few days bc i’m getting a cold and feel like shit, but my inbox and feel free to sent in stuff that i can work on once i’m better <3

Over time you got used to Matt's rather ‘odd’ schedule, finding your own hobbies to fill the time while he went off to stop crime. Usually these hobbies include being in the apartment, reading or watching movies or even baking but tonight your coworkers had invited you out for a drink.

Ever since Matt had started fighting crime you'd become sort of an introvert, not that you didn't like socializing anymore it was just that hearing about all the crime Matt fought made you a little anxious to go out, especially at night.

But you figured it would be fine for tonight, one of your coworkers friends was going to be sober and driving you too and from the bar and the bar itself wasn’t even open that late due to the peak in crime recently. You would be fine, there were people there to watch out for you and you wouldn’t be walking.

Except the designated driver had disappeared at some point during the night and most of the people you’d come with had left with someone they’d met. Right now you were walking across to the bar where you spotted one of your friends.

“Hey, how are you getting home since our ride ditched us?”

“My boyfriend’s coming to get me.” Your friend giggled, taking another sip of her drink.

“Can he give me a ride ? I don't live far.”

“Sorry bae he's already pissed he's having to come get me, oh ! what about your boyfriend, can't he come get you ?”

You stared at her blankly. “You mean my blind boyfriend.” You knew Matt was more than capable of coming to get you and was honestly probably the safest person you could be around but she didn’t know that.

“Oh,” she frowned. “Right, you don't live that far right and the devil of hell's kitchen is always prowling, maybe if you get lucky he'll save you.”

Before you could respond Her phone rang and she was racing to the door, throwing a quick bye as she left you alone. Letting out a sigh you pulled your phone out of your pocket scrolling through your contacts as you went outside, grimacing as the cold hit you.

If it were your first option you wouldn’t call Matt, especially in the middle of his vigilanting but you weren’t that close with Foggy or Karen to be able to have the balls to call them and ask them to drop what they were doing to come pick you up.

But as it turns out luck was not on your side and your balls had to drop when Matt didn’t pick up his phone. You called Foggy first and when he picked up on the third ring you were more than greatful

“Hey ! what can I do for you on this lovely evening?”

“So,” you huffed out a laugh. “Funny story, my coworkers ditched me and I was wondering if you’d be able to walk me home ?”

“Oh shit yeah hold on let me-”

You didn’t get to hear the rest of Foggy's sentence when your phone rang and you pulled it away from your face to see who it was. “Shit Foggy hold on Matt’s calling me back don’t worry about it im sure hes already on his way.” you laughed.

“Okay yeah call me if you need anything though.”

“Thanks bye.” As you went to answer Matt's call it hung up, mumbling curses under your breath you went to call him back and this time he answered.

“What's wrong?” Matt was panting on the other side of the phone, his voice on edge.

“Nothing nothing I'm okay, it's just, my coworkers ditched me at the bar and I didn't really want to walk home alone.”

Matt let out a breath of relief, his voice a lot less tense when he spoke again. “Okay I’ll be right there just stay where you are.”

You let out a sigh, your breath fogging around you. Sticking your phone back into your pocket you desperately regretting leaving your coat in your coworkers friends car, you severely underestimated the amount of alcohol you were going to drink tonight because before you would have drank enough to keep you warm in colder weather than this.

At first you resorted to small movements to keep yourself warm, jumping up and down, side stepping and shaking your arms. But after a while when Matt didn’t show up you had to move onto pacing up and down the sidewalk.

It was honestly your fault, it could be blamed on the alcohol you drank but it really was just a simple lack of critical thinking on your part. Nut sober you never would have placed in front of an alleyway at night on an almost empty street.

The thought that it wasn't the smartest idea didn’t hit you until you were grabbed and pulled back into the alleyway, cold metal pressed against your throat. You panicked, muscles tensing as you looked out towards the streets for anyone around to help you.

“Give me all your shit.” The man behind you spoke slowly, his breath hitting your ear.

“O-okay in my bah-back right pocket.”

He pulled back just an inch or two, enough to pull your phone out of your pocket and study it. For a moment he backed off, leaving you to let out the breath you’d been holding, hoping he’d run off. But instead you felt his hand tangle in your hair before your cheek was smashed into the brick wall beside you.

You cried out in surprise, struggling against the weight pressed into your back to keep you in place. You could feel the cut on your cheek, the blood running down your face as it mixed with the moisture that coated the brick.

“Do you think im fucking stupid or something? Im not messing around give me your fucking wallet.” He spat, smooshing your face into the brick for a moment before letting up.

“Ah- I dont- its not on me, its at home i swear- i left it at home.” As the realization of the situation set in you started crying, tears streaming down your face as you choked on your words.

“do you think i’m dumb?” he pressed your face into the brick again, this time not letting up. “I'm gonna give you five seconds.”

“it’s not- i dont Ah please i don’t have it it’s at home please.”

This time he pulled you off the brick, using your hair as leverage to throw you to the ground. You barely had time to process the scrapes you’d acquired before he kicked you in the stomach.

You’d felt a lot of things in your life all that would fall under hurt, but out over everything nothing had hurt more than the searing pain that came from the kick. It was like you’d lost all your senses, only being able to feel the burning pain in your torso as your lungs contracted, begging for air.

When you were finally able to take in breaths again you were rolled over onto your back, the same foot putting pressure onto your chest, not pressing but enough to be a threat.

“I'm gonna give you five seconds to hand over your wallet.”

You were unable to speak, still sucking in air as you tried to heat rid of the tears that filled your eyes.

“one.”

You muttered out a please between gasps, feeling the boot press a little further into you.

“two.”

“It's at- home.”

“three.”

“plea- please.”

The man didn’t get the four, being tackled before he could get the word out. You didn’t look, you didn’t need to look to know it was Matt, instead you focused on rolling over, cradling your burning torso as you sat up.

As soon as you were sitting up you looked over at Matt, you could tell he wasn’t holding back on his punches and if you didn’t stop him soon he would never forgive himself.

“Dare.” you whispered out, knowing he was listening to you.

Matt stopped mid punch, arm in the air as he turned his head to look at you. Getting off the guy Matt walked over to you, assessing your injuries before he even touched you.

“Are you okay?” he spoke softly, barely above a whisper as he kneeled in front of you.

You swallowed, squeezing your eyes as your lip started to wobble. “I just- take me home, please.”

A few feet away the man who’d beat you up scrambled to his feet, running away as fast as he could. Matt didn’t move an inch, simply just cradling your uninjured cheek in his hand, softly like he was scared you’d crumble in his hands.

“Okay, I've got you.”

Still in his daredevil costume Matt couldn’t go through the front door and in your current position couldn’t climb the fire escape. As much as Matt hated it he had to leave you half a block away, following you from along to rooftops to be there if you needed him.

The second you were in front of the door to your apartment it opened, Matt there to help you with half his costume gone, replaced with a regular t-shirt. Leading you to the kitchen he had you sit on the counter stool before running off to get the first aid kit.

The time Matt spent cleaning the wound and scrapes on your cheek and arms was completely silent, other than your hisses and protests of pain but you were exhausted, barely able to keep your eyes open as Matt threw away all the cotton swabs and alcohol pads.

“I need you to stay awake sweetheart, you could have a concussion.” Matt spoke from behind you.

The only response you could muster was a whine, listening to Matt’s footsteps as he turned on the facet and grabbed the bottle of tylenol. He walked back over to you, putting the water in one hand and the pills in another.

“take.” Matt spoke firmly, leaving no room for argument.

You sighed as you took them, chugging back the water until the glass was empty. Taking the glass Matt set it on the counter behind you, when he didn’t moveyou cracked your eyes, looking up at him.

“what?” you mumbled.

“I need to check your ribs.”

The thought of Matt touching your torso anywhere made you want to gag, but especially your ribs, you felt like you were going to throw up. sensing your fear Matt gently cupped the uninjured side of your face, running his thumb over your jaw.

“I'll be gentle, I promise.” he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You nodded, knowing it was important Matt did this, he needed to see if anything was broken or if you had any internal injuries. As you went to take your shirt off you had only just exposed your stomach before a stabbing pain came from your side, making you cry out in pain.

Immediately Matt grabbed your hands, lowering them back down as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple. “i’ll get scissors.”

After Matt had gotten the clothes off your torso he tensed, running his fingers over your skin as he checked your injuries, mumbling apologies whenever you made a pained sound when he touched a particularly sensitive area.

“You don’t have any bleeding, just brushing and a fractured rib.”

You stayed silent, leaning your head forward to rest it on Matt’s chest, feeling his arms loosely hang around you and he rubbed your back.

It wasn’t like you exactly intended to but you started crying, sniffing as tears soaked into Matt’s shirt, your hiccups muffled into his chest.

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry sweetheart.” Matt laid his head on top of yours. “What do you need, tell me what you need.”

“a shower.” you sobbed, desperately wanting to get the grime off your skin that you’d collected off the ground.

“Okay, okay, let me help you.”

After helping you out of the rest of your clothes and into the shower Matt climbed in himself, sitting behind you as you continued to cry. Once you’d calmed down a bit Matt washed your hair, massaging your scalp until you calmed down, heartbeat steady as you leaned against his chest, water running over your skin.

“Come on, let's go to bed.” Matt whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.

Letting out a sound of protest you moved closer against Matt making him chuckle.

“We can't stay in here forever sweetheart, let’s get you to bed okay ?”

As Matt helped you up and out of the shower you stayed somewhat limp, too tired and weak to keep your body upright. You felt like a sack of jello, Matt moving your limbs to get you dressed, putting you in a pair of his sweatpants and jacket.

Once he’d gotten you dressed he half dragged you to the bed, careful of your wounds. Once you were on the bed you used the rest of your strength to crawl under the covers, listening as Matt left the room

When he returned he got under the covers next to you, slowly curling himself around you, careful to avoid your wounds. Matt kissed the back of your head as you drifted off.

“I'm gonna have to wake you up every hour to check if you have a concussion or not.”

Too tired to protest, you settled for pressing your head further into the pillow, finally letting yourself fall asleep.

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