#matt murderdock x female reader

[allllium]

Pinky Promise

~ This definitely ended up longer than I meant it to be but no regrets, Matt is so adorable in this.

~ Fluff, Angst but not really? More like play fighting. Reader is referred to as Matt's girlfriend but other than that gender neutral. WC: 1,939

~ Matt tells you he's Daredevil

  You have been filled with anxiety all day after a text from Matt. This morning he asked you to come to his apartment as soon as you could after work. He wouldn't say anything else about it, just that it was very important. 

  Matt has a habit of not believing he deserves good things. Throughout your relationship, you have done everything in your power to prove him wrong. But still, when he says he needs to talk to you, about something really important, your mind falls to the worst-case scenario. 

  “Matty, I'm here.” You announce as you walk into your boyfriend's apartment. 

  “Oh hey, sweetheart.” He greets you at the door, as he always does. He is the perfect gentleman. 

  “Hi.” You let out, trying not to let your anxiety be too obvious. “What did you want to talk about?” 

  He opens his mouth to say something before immediately shutting it again. “I ordered some food. It should be here anytime.” 

  “Is there a reason you're trying to change the subject?” He grabs your hands and leads you over to the couch. Sitting down, he pulls you down onto his lap. 

  “No, I'm just letting you know. I know how you get about your food.” 

  “Mhm. And is that the only reason?” 

  “I have to tell you something.” Oh no. You know what this is about. This day had to come eventually.

  “Okay, what is it?” You let out a soft sigh. It wasn't hard to figure out once you got together.

  “I don't want you to be mad at me.” 

  “Matt I won't get mad, I promise.” 

  “How do you know?” His eyes show you how worried he is. 

  “Because I love you.” You grab his hand and lean into him more. “And unless you're about to tell me that you cheated, I won't be mad.” 

  “What! I would never!” 

  “I know, baby. It was just an example.” You almost laugh at the surprised expression that covers his face. 

  “Well, you know how I became blind.” He begins.

  You were right, he's about to tell you he's Daredevil. Yes, you already know. For two reasons. One, a blind man can't do everything he does, the way he caught you when you fell on one of your dates, or the way he knows where things are without being told. Two, Foggy. He didn't mean to tell you but you had your suspicions and you may have tricked Foggy into secretly confirming for you.

  Foggy has no idea what he said allowed you to know the truth and you never told him so he wouldn't feel bad about accidentally exposing his best friend's secret. You're not proud of it but your curiosity got the best of you.

  “Yeah, I do.” 

  “Uhh, it did more than make me lose my sight.” You weren't able to confirm anything about the accident but if Matt is Daredevil then something had to have happened for it to be possible. 

  “What else did it do?” 

  “It heightened all of my other senses.” You squeeze his hand to encourage him to continue. “I can hear things from very far away and smell things better than normal.” No shit. 

  “How much better?” As much as you already know, there are a lot of specifics you still don't understand. 

  “I can smell what you have eaten all day, I can hear your heart beating and I can tell when you're making a face.” That's a lot more than you thought. “I can hear everyone in this building and mostly tell what they're doing.” 

  You immediately scramble off his lap. 

  “Did I weird you out?” The lace of sadness in his voice breaks your heart.

  “No it's not you, I'm just weirdly aware of myself now.” You assure him. You don't know how to describe it like you're going over everything you did in the day to try and figure out what Matt can tell.

  “You don't have to be, sweetheart. You're not the weird one here.” 

  “Matt, you're not weird. You're perfect. You can't control what happened to you or what it caused these senses. I don't know. You can smell me and hear me? It's just a lot.” 

  “That's not even the part I'm trying to tell you.” 

  “Matt, I have to be honest with you. I know.” You whisper. 

  “You know?” He asks in shock. “Know what?” 

  “That you're Daredevil.” Your voice grows even quieter.

  “What? How?” He exclaims, standing up to meet you. 

  “I don't know. One day I was just thinking and kinda put it together!”

  “When?” His voice booms around the small apartment.

  “A few months ago. There was this clip of Daredevil on the news and he looked so familiar so I started thinking about the injuries you get, how you disappear at night, how you can catch me when I fall. It became really obvious and then..” You stop your rant, not wanting to expose Foggy. Even though he had no idea what the conversation was about, you still feel terrible.

  “And then?” 

  “I may have tricked Foggy into confirming it for me.” Matt’s face quickly shows anger and disbelief. “I swear he has no idea I know anything, he didn't mean to confirm anything.” 

  “Why didn't you just ask me?” Is he serious right now? 

  “Because you never would've told me! We've been together for almost a year now and you're just now trusting me with this! I'm the one that gets to be pissed right now, not you!” 

  “Okay you're right I should have told you but I was just scared that..” 

  “No.” You hold your hand out and interrupt him. “I swear Matt, if the next thing you say is that you were protecting me, I will beat your ass.” 

  “That was one of the reasons, yes.” You step forward, fully intent on keeping your word. “Let me explain.” He smiles and pushes you away. 

  “Fine but it better be good.” You cross your arms and raise your eyebrows to show how serious you are. 

  “I wasn't just worried about your safety, I was worried that you would feel different about me. Maybe even leave me.” 

  “Matt, I love you. And I know you doubt yourself but I would never leave you for that. You could kill a million people and I wouldn't leave you.” 

  He gives you a very concerned look. “That's not good, we need to talk about that.” 

  “Eh.” You wave him off. “We need to talk about all this shit,” You move your hands over his body. “All this self-deprecating shit you do.” 

  “Oh well, I'm so sorry for believing you deserve the world.” He says as sarcastically as possible.

  “Exactly. Think more like that.” You nod.

  “I'm not gonna do that.” 

  “We are getting off topic.”

  “Is there more to talk about?” You can tell he's worried about you knowing the details.

  “We are one month away from our first anniversary and you're just telling me this now, that's not okay Matthew!” 

  “I know! I didn't want to wait this long but the more I thought about telling you the more I thought about losing you and I can't handle that.”

  “Wait so why did you want to tell me today? Are you okay with losing me today?” You half-joke.

  “No, because Karen told me if I didn't she would, and I know you should hear this from me.” 

  “Yeah you're right but this needed to happen forever ago!” 

  “I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, sweetheart, I know I should've. But out of curiosity, when would've been the best time to tell you?” He asks sincerely, sitting back on the couch. 

  “Why? Want advice for your next girlfriend?” You can't help but tease. Sitting back down on his lap. 

  “I'm never gonna have another girlfriend.” 

  “Oh yeah? And you're sure about that?” 

  “What does that mean?” He asks in fake concern, used to your teasing antics. 

  “I don't know. What do you think it means?” 

  “This isn't funny.” He says while he laughs. “I can't tell if you're mad at me or me.” 

  “Oh, I'm very mad.” 

  “About me being Daredevil?” 

  “No, Matty about you keeping it from me. What you do for people in danger is amazing. I love that you use your senses selflessly. I mean I hate the fact that you get hurt in the process but clearly, you can handle yourself.”

  “You don't know how relieved I am to hear you say that.” 

  “I'm glad I could help. But seriously the next time you keep a secret like this for that long, we're over.” You make eye contact with him as you say this, needing him to know you're not joking. 

  “I promise I won't.” 

  “Good! Now onto that not having a next girlfriend thing?” 

  “Ugh, do we have to?” He leans back, making you yelp as you fall into him. 

  “Yes, we have to. I want to hear you say it.” 

  “It means I want to marry you.” You giggle at his words. 

  “I knew it, you're obsessed with me.” 

  “Does that mean you want to marry me too?” He asks hopefully. You almost feel bad for your next words. 

  “Hmm. I'll tell you next year.” 

  He runs his hands over his face. “You are not funny.” He says that but you can see the smile he's hiding. 

  Before you can respond, the doorbell rings. Perfect timing. “You keep a secret, I keep a secret.” You shrug and head to answer the door. 

  When you go back to the couch and set the food on the coffee table, Matt pulls you into him once again. 

  “Someone's touchy today.” 

  “Just happy you're not trying to beat my ass.”

  “I would win.” 

  “Oh definitely.” You feel him smile on your neck. “Are you gonna make me wait another year to propose?” 

  “Sorry baby but you know I don't marry someone before the second year.” 

  “You're killing me y'know.” He groans loudly in your ear, making you lean away from his ticklish breath. 

  “Maybe your next girlfriend will marry you before the first anniversary.” You yelp again as he pulls you even further into him, using his strength to make sure you're as close as possible.

  “Sweetheart you are the last girlfriend I'll ever have.”

  “Oh, I know I am.” 

  “Oh god, what does that mean?” 

  “It means if you ever have another girlfriend I'll haunt you for the rest of your life.” 

  “Haunt me? Are you dead in this scenario?” He asks in obvious confusion.

  “Yes because I'm never gonna let you leave me.”

  “I'm beginning to think you're a little crazy.” 

  “Crazy about you.” You wiggle your eyebrows.

  “That was terrible.” 

  “That was amazing, I'm a great flirt.”

  “Yes, you are.” He chuckles, in that amazing deep voice. “I'm sorry for not telling you sooner.” 

  “I'm sorry for not asking you directly and using Foggy.” 

  He holds his hand out to you, sticking out his pinky.

  “What's this?” 

  “A pinky promise.” 

  “Oh, a pinky promise with the devil.”

  “Stop that, I promise not to lie to you again and you promise to ask me things instead of tricking poor Foggy.” 

  “Okay fine. Pinky promise.” You link your finger with him. 

  “I love you.” 

  “Aww thank you.” You laugh at his surprised expression. 

  “Say it back.” He whines.

  “I don't wanna.” You can't hide the smile on your face. 

  Matt takes a second to stop himself from smiling before making the biggest, most dramatic frown. 

  “Fine, I love you too.” You break out in giggles as he tackles you.

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[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Shop Talk ||

This one's for @theradioactivespidergwen as she's been feeling shitty and writes the best, hottest Murderdock and reader series which this little piece is inspired by. Hope you enjoy 💝💋

Tags/warnings: I should say Murderdock is from Earth 65 but I've set this in the Netflix universe. Cock warming, semi-public sex/slight voyuerism, tiny little bit of daddy kink.bif you enjoyed please reblog so that others can too!

"The Russians are getting twitchy, they don't seem happy with the property offer."

Matt pours both himself and James Wesley a generous measure of whiskey into the thick crystal glasses on the low table before throwing himself back and lounging on the plush sofa cushions.

"Ugh." He rolls his eyes, taking a long sip of the warming alcohol, savouring the taste before letting it roll down his throat. "I don't see why. This was all agreed, prime fucking property in exchange for weapons, pretty simple offer. Pretty good one if you ask me."

"I get the feeling Alexey will come back asking for more than he deserves." Wesley adds.

"Oh it's almost guaranteed…" Matt pauses as you walk into the room, the hem of your silky nightdress barely covering your ass and the tops of your thighs. "Hi honey, what're you doing up so late, hm?"

"Can't sleep." You quietly reply, coming to sit on the couch beside him with your feet tucked up under you.

"Too hot? Too cold?"

You sigh. "No, the temperature's fine."

He tilts the glass held between his thumb and middle finger back and forth. "Maybe you just need a little nightcap sweetie."

You shake your head, leaning against his side, your fingers playing with his tie, pulling it up slow and letting it slip through your fingers.

"No Matty, I don't need a drink, I need you."

"We'll be finished soon darling, and then I'll come to bed."

"Please?" You add a little flavour of bratty whine into your begging because you know he can't resist it.

"I can go, sir…" Wesley makes a move to stand up but Matt raises his hand to halt him.

"No, no Wesley, that won't be necessary. Please, stay." He sighs dramatically. "It's my own fault, I've been a terrible boyfriend, too much business and not enough pleasure, how very unlike me! My little angel just gets a little needy sometimes, don't you baby?"

You nod slowly and he kisses your forehead sweetly. "And what kind of man would I be if I didn't make sure my best girl is taken care of?"

"A very bad one." You reply and he chuckles and grins, patting his thigh. "That's right. C'mere baby."

You do as he asks, putting your hands on his shoulders and swinging your leg over him to straddle his lap.

"Now, you see Wesley, this is how the Russians need to be with me," he explains as he starts to unfasten his suit pants, "just some clear communication, that's it, no fucking around," he eases his half hard cock out from his boxers under the cover of your short slip. He nearly always gets hard when he knows you're wearing some pretty lingerie around him and this time is no exception when his fingers run over your beautiful silk-covered breasts and on downwards, to where he discovers to his delight that you're completely bare underneath your nightwear.

"All I want," Matt continues, sucking air through his teeth as he lines himself up with your pussy, "is for them to tell me what they want…" his hands move to grip your hips as he slowly guides you to sink down on his length. "Mm, fuck sweetheart you feel so good… - and if it's an acceptable request-" You moan quietly as he fills you fully, feeling every single vein and ridge of him as you take his cock to the hilt, wrapping your arms around him as you lay against his chest and nuzzle into the crook of his neck. "Yeah, that's it, good girl... I'll be more than happy to give them it."

He shuts his eyes to take a breath for a second as your walls squeeze him while you adjust.

"Alright. Is that better now angel?"

"Mmm."

"And are you going to be good for me and stay nice and still? Because you know if you start teasing me I'm going to have to fuck you over the coffee table and you know how that ended last time?"

You smile softly with acquiescence at him but with mischief in your eyes. "Mm, worth it."

"Mm, expensive." He counters pointedly, albeit with a slight smirk.

He rubs his hand slowly over your back as he turns his attention back to his second in command. "So, do you have any good news for me?'

Wesley clears his throat, following Matt's lead getting back to business.

You manage around ten minutes of boring crimelord admin chat before shifting in Matt's lap, the angle pushing him even deeper within you causing your cunt to clench at his dick and a tiny whimper to sneak out from your lips as Matt groans.

"Princess," He grits out. "What did I ask you earlier? I'm working."

You bite at your bottom lip. "I'm sorry daddy! I was just trying to get comfy, I didn't mean it." His cock twitches at your petted words and his tone drops low to the voice he only uses at night in the Kitchen... and in the bedroom.

"Sweetie, you were doing oh-so well for me before…" He removes his red-tinted glasses and sets them on the arm of the couch.

"I can be good..." you whisper before tugging his earlobe between your teeth. His fingers press into your thighs and you feel the hum he makes in his chest as he responds, I know, through your entire body, and you can't help flutter around him again as he makes you even wetter.

"Wesley," Matt's voice is ever so slightly strained as he secures your legs around him before he stands, sweeping everything off of the low table in front of him onto the floor before he lays you down on it and looms over you, still buried inside your warmth.

"I'll- talk to you in the morning, sir." Wesley finishes as he knocks back the rest of his drink and starts walking towards the penthouse elevator door.

"Yes, thank you," Matt replies, but he's entirely focused on you now, the hand that's not holding you spreading around your jaw and gently pressing his thumb between your lips to suck on. The elevator bell chimes softly as the doors slide open. "Oh, and Wesley?"

"Sir?"

You gasp as Matt draws back slowly and snaps his hips forward sharply, jolting you across the polished surface of the table as he uses one hand to loosen off his tie. "Order another one of these for me, hm?" He says, slapping his palm down on the wood. "Maybe something a bit more… sturdy."

Your devil of a Kingpin finally gives in to his angel, giving you what you want, all night long.

And afterwards? You've never slept better.

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[sunflowersandsapphires]

Life in a Tranquil State

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!reader 

summary: Just a short drabble about a sweet morning with an injured Matty.

warnings: none

a/n: This piece is rather short but very fluffy! I hope everyone is doing ok, I know this time of year can be difficult for people. Sending you all my love!

w/c: 1.2k

Dashing into the stairwell to escape the chill, you shuddered as the last gust of wind lifted the wisps of hair peeking out at the front of your hat. Inhaling deeply, you trekked up the stairs—relief washing over you at the sight of your front door. After taking a moment to squeeze your fingers in an attempt to shake off the cold-induced numbness, you turned the door knob and scurried inside. 

The warmth of the apartment enveloped you in a comforting embrace, causing your shoulders to sag as the general discomfort of the rapidly falling temperature faded away. Your boyfriend was seated in the middle of the living room rug, bare shoulders illuminated by the dim light leaking through the massive window behind him. His eyes were closed, the striking muscles in his legs flexing in their crossed position. 

Still meditating then, you thought to yourself, toeing off your boots as silently as you could to prevent disturbing his focus. Rising inflation and consistent apathy from politicians had unleashed a current of building unrest in the city. Matt had been working overtime in and out of the office, helping New Yorkers appeal their welfare denials during the day while stopping corruption and petty crime at night. Honestly, it was downright miraculous that it had taken next to no convincing to get Matt to take a day off, though that might have been because of your desperate begging. 

Last night had been especially turbulent, ending with an exhausted Matt, an equally exhausted Claire (who REALLY deserved some time away from the shenanigans), an absurd amount of stitches, and the worst tension headache you'd had in recent history. As the color slowly reappeared in Matt's face, you'd given him an earful between stress-induced sobs, pleading with him to take some time off to recover--and thanking every divine entity in the universe when he'd accepted. Once Matt had taken his painkillers, you both passed the fuck out in a tangle of limbs that was sure to be more uncomfortable for him than for you. 

It wasn't that you wanted him to stop being Daredevil, you'd never ask him to restrain the part of himself that had saved the city time and time again. But you'd continue to remind him that his body needed to rest sometimes, a fact he had been pointedly ignoring the past few weeks. 

Which is why the sight of him beside the couch was such a welcomed one. This morning had been tense, by no fault of Matt's. You'd slept restlessly, waking up jittery and drained next to an aching, and incredibly guilty, Matt. He'd apologized to you profusely, clenching the fabric of your sweatshirt between his fingers like he expected you to disintegrate. Pressing soft kisses to his head, you'd brushed off his needless worries, promising that you weren't going anywhere. 

To Matt's chagrin, you'd dragged him to the living room and encouraged him to meditate so that he could regain his strength. He'd accepted, but only when you agreed to sit in his lap, which he swore would not break his focus. After an hour of listening to his exasperated grumbles and helping him shift positions, you'd clambered out of his lap, cajoling him with the offer of breakfast and a coffee from the cafe down the street. 

Padding quietly into the apartment, you set the steaming paper cup and accompanying box of pastries on the counter, using your now empty hands to pull off your hat and comb through your staticy hair. 

“Only one coffee?” Matt's voice over your shoulder startled you, causing you to nearly knock his drink to the ground as you turned to face him.

“Christ, Matty, don't do that. I'm gonna make you wear a bell.” You shoved at his sculpted chest, brief irritation dissipating when he let out a low chuckle. 

“I'm sure the criminals would appreciate the warning.” His hands slid around your waist, forehead tipping to rest against yours. “Missed you.”

Giggling softly into the kiss he pressed to your lips, you let your hands drift up to cradle his neck. ”I was only gone for a few minutes, you sap.“ 

”I don't know, it felt like hours.“ Matt sighed dramatically, leaning into your body heavily as he picked up his coffee. Taking a sip, a pleased groan rumbled in his throat, making you grin.

”Too sweet, just the way you like it.“ 

”It's perfect. What about you?“ Matt frowned, jerking his chin towards the lack of a second cup on the counter. 

With a shrug, you snuggled into Matt’s hold, humming in appreciation when he ran a hand along your back. 

“Didn’t feel like coffee today. I’m not above napping, Murdock.” 

“That can be arranged, darling. I owe you some peace after last night.” Despite his clenched jaw, you watched guilt fill his expression, gorgeous hazel eyes falling to the floor. 

”Don't you start.” You chastised gently, rubbing circles on his nape with your thumb. “We talked about this earlier, my love. You didn't do anything wrong, you just bit off a little more than you could chew. Happens to the best of us, yah?“ Brushing your nose against his, you slotted your hips against his and tugged him into an embrace. 

Resolve crumbling, he melted into the touch. ”I'm still sorry.“ 

”And I'm still reminding you that you don't need to be. Just remember to be careful and let yourself rest every once in a while. Speaking of,“ You brushed a thumb under the stitched wound on his shoulder. ”Meditation still not working?“

Whining under his breath, Matt shook his head mournfully. ”Not well. I just...I don't know what's wrong with me today.“ 

Brow furrowing, you kneaded at your boyfriend's scalp in an attempt to scare away his crippling self-doubt. “Anything in particular that made it difficult?” 

Matt shook his head, his lips parting around the tiniest of sighs. “Everything is just...a lot today. I don't think I ever fully relaxed after the adrenaline from last night.” 

Biting your lip in thought, you carded your fingers through Matt's hair. “Hmm, well it might help if you were more relaxed before you started meditating? Do you think that might work?”

Smirking at you, Matt purred, “What did you have in mind?” One of his large hands slid down from your waist to palm your ass. 

Swatting at his wrist, you snorted. “I didn't mean sex, Matthew. Though I suppose that's one option we could pursue if the others don't work.” 

Kissing you deeply, Matt's breath ghosted over your lips as he asked. “What did you have in mind?” 

“Well, we can start by eating the pastries I painstakingly picked out for my very picky boyfriend,” Ignoring Matt as he pinched your waist and scoffed indignantly, you continued. ”Other than that, we could try showering first? That always makes me feel better.”

“That sounds great sweetheart,” Matt leaned his forehead against yours with a smile. 

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[outoftheseine]

- MATT MURDOCK FIC RECS -

(here is to my favorite lawyer by day and vigilante by night)

brief note: most fics contain canon trigger warnings (blood, violence, death, assault etc.) so please be aware of them.

main masterlist

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

please don't be mad • matt murdock x fem!reader all i need is you

↳ by @chvoswxtch (angst, smut)

matt murdock x age gap!reader

↳ by @multiharlot

15 ways to love matt murdock • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @brokebonewritings

ONE-SHOTS/BLURBS/HC'S

strawberry rhubarb • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @ellephlox (blood, torture, forced nudity)

these broken things • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @courtforshort15 (angst, mentions of murder and blood)

steal my warmth • matt murdock x gn!reader

↳ by @devils-dares (very fluffy)

discordant • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @ellephlox (angst, sex trafficking)

always here • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @blackshadowswriter (hurt/comfort, angst, nightmares)

like real people do • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @amhrosina (angst, hurt/comfort, nightmare trope, tw: panic attack, mentions of trauma and child abuse)

jealousy • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @devils-dares (jealous!matt, allusions to smut)

care packages • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @chvoswxtch (very fluffy, mentions of violence)

how sweet it is (to be loved by you) • matt murdock x afab!reader

↳ by @courtforshort15 (oh very sweet, smut, virgin!reader)

green is the color • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @courtforshort15 (angst, but happy ending, reader is insecure of her relationship with matt)

angel • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @peterman-spideyparker (so much angst :(, death)

sincerely, anxiety • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @brokebonewritings (so fluffy, i related too much)

never an ear strain away • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @amchapel (fluff, honestly i smiled a little too much while reading this)

it's in the details • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @onewholikesthings (fluff)

you are in the kitchen humming • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @shadesofsteve (veryy fluffy, a little hurt/comfort)

always so good with the kids, and kids absolutely love him • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @yarrystyleeza (this was so sweet :'))

the comfort of your relationship • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @slightlypossessed (so much fluff, i love soft fics like this)

small acts of kindness • matt murdock x gn!reader

↳ by @mattmurdockspainkink (fluff, mentions of sensory overload and anxiety)

thinking about • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @murdocksluvrr (such a cute drabble, fluff)

halo not included • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @undiscovered-horizon

more • college!matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @itwasthereaminuteago (smut, virgin!reader)

without you • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @foli-vora (so much angst, can't wait for part 2!)

bruises • matt murdock x gf!reader

↳ by @goldustwomun (angst, injuries, blood, fluff, hurt/comfort)

first of many • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @coalix (smut)

what's your middle name? • matt murdock x fem!reader

↳ by @thegingerwriter (fluff and smut)

make amends • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @honeycombstrawberry (assault, angst but fluff, hurt/comfort)

again and again • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @imaginesfordifferentfandoms (angst, blood, comfort, fluff at the end)

"i no longer know where i end and you begin" • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @mattmurdockspainkink (this was so so cute and comforting, just fluff)

tracking the devil • matt murdock x enhanced! reader

↳ by @mattmurdocksscars (angst, injuries, ex lovers)

wanting • matt murdock x gn!reader

↳ by @coalix (i LOVED this, angst but happy ending)

afterglow • matt murdock x reader

↳ by @amhrosina (so. much. angst but happy ending)

stray • matt murdock x gn!reader

↳ by @itwasthereaminuteago (fluff)

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[skyfallslayer]

The Darkness In Me - Masterlist

-Kingpin!Matt Murdock x Vigilante!Reader-

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🖤 Summary: You were shocked to find out your childhood friend turned out to be the Kingpin of the underworld, but you had to put those thoughts aside to bring him down. You were Hell’s Kitchen vigilante, its protector. There's no valid reason not to stop him. However, when your hidden feelings for him start to surface once more, how will you be able to even think about bringing him down?

🖤 Pairings: Kingpin!Matt Murdock x Vigilante!Fem.Reader

🖤 Rating: Mature - Explicit

🖤 Warnings: At the beginning of each chapter (This series will contain 18+ themes)

🖤 Word Count: 25,966

🖤 Start Date: 8/8/23

🖤 End Date: N/A

🖤A/N: For those who aren't the biggest Marvel fans, I'm going to give you a little backstory behind this fic. This story is based on the "Spider-Gwen" comics where in this universe, Earth-65, Matt's origin story is very similar to the one where we already know, except Stick was killed by the Hand and takes Matt under their wing. He's turned into an assassin, but still goes to law school and eventually becomes Wilson Fisk's defense lawyer. Somewhere along the line, Matt cuts ties with Fisk and becomes Kingpin himself. This story was kind of a 'A-ha!' moment, and I decided it would be interesting to see this take on Matt with a reader insert. Don't know how many stories I'll do, but if you readers seemed to like it I'll keep going :) Enjoy!

-INDEX-

🖤 Story 1: The (Wo)Man Without Fear

Summary: After all these years away, you’re finally relocated back to Hell’s Kitchen, the place where you were born, a place filled with happy memories. However, the city is not what you remembered, and when your job as a detective is not enough to save it, you might have to become something more.

🖤 Story 2: Auld Acquaintances

Summary: Deciding you have no choice anymore, especially how your new partner scares you half to death, and the police in this city seemed not to care, your hundred percent committed to becoming a vigilante. But before you could do this, you run into an old childhood friend and his business partner. But unknowingly to you, he’s not the same little boy you remembered hanging out with. He’s… something else entirely.

🖤 Story 3: Kingpin & Daredevil

Summary: Your night trying to save a kid takes a dangerous turn. Now fighting to stay alive after a possible life threatening injury, you soon find yourself face-to-face with the man that runs this city’s underworld: The Kingpin. Aka… your childhood friend.

🖤 Story 4: Snapdragon (Coming Soon)

Summary: Your world is officially upside down. Your small taste of nostalgia has been ruined by what you discovered. Now, you’re out on investigations with Frank, and decide to dig deeper on other cases to take your mind off things. But of course, you always had the worst luck, and nothing can make your heart stop when you find the King of Darkness in your living room.

🖤 Story 5: A Euphoric Misery (Coming Soon)

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me every birthday since i was 14.

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[devils-dares]

hi bee !!! what are your thoughts on murderdock spoiling you,, like you’re his little college sugar baby

join my sleepover!

YES I LIKE THIS ONE

so i'm thinking he picks you up at a club, you're hanging out in a spot you shouldn't be

"she's with me" he says when you get all flustered. he gets the security off of you and you thank him for it.

"it's no need princess."

he definitely takes you home that night.

you wake up in the morning and he's gone, he has a driver waiting for you to take you wherever you'd like and when you turn on your phone you find a new number in your contacts.

he gets you when you make an offhand comment one day while in his bed of how tuition is so expensive.

"i could help you." he says, playing with your fingers.

"be serious matt, i'd never ask that of you."

"you're not though, i'm offering. just think about it." he says, pulling you close to lay on his chest.

you started to realize how serious he was when he started sending expensive gifts to your dorm. there'd be a man, asking for you and giving you a little box, tied perfectly with nothing to indicate who it was from except for the faint scent of his cologne.

"fine, i'll do it." you say, showing up to his office. he gives you an open mouthed smirk.

"knew you'd come to your senses, pretty girl. now cmere and thank me."

he bought you everything. paid for your groceries, your car notes, everything. he took you to galas in these beautiful gowns that were made just for you, adorned with jewelry you could only dream of touching before.

you spent most of the time at his penthouse, in his clothes. he told you how he preferred you, nothing but his button down and a pair of panties, so that's what you wore. after all, you wouldn't be in debt after this.

you cleaned up his place, cooked for him, and never ever stuck your nose in his business. he'd come home all bloody with a bloodlust grin on his face and take you in the shower, floating murmurs of how nice it was to feel your skin after the day he had.

you'd hold him afterwards, bandaging up his cuts and rubbing salve on his bruises, fluttering kisses spread across his stubbled chin and cheeks.

you were in too deep.

he invited you to a gala, and while you were at class, the dress had arrived.

"who sent you this?!" your roommate asks, buzzing with excitement.

"it's a uh- i have a commitment tonight."

you didn't know how to break it to him, that you couldn't do this anymore. the man had paid off your entire life, and you felt as though this was a necessary evil, please him to thank him.

"matthew," you start, "can we talk?"

"yeah, i wanted to ask you something."

"oh?" you say, intriguied.

"move in with me"

"wait-"

"i don't care what we are, what you want our label to be. i'll do whatever it is you want, but i need you close." he cradles your face in his hands, whispering in that sinful voice close to your ear.

"i need this to be serious. concrete." you say.

"would a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly be concrete enough?"

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[cellophaine]

been thinkin alot about semi-sub!matt. where he straddle reader when she's working. whiny and bratty lil shit.

pretty please!!!!

- V

Needy

Pairing: Sub!Matt Murdock x Dom!F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ only. Sub/dom relationship, oral sex (f receiving), orgasm denial, brief restraints description. Shit writing.

Author's Note: I'm so sorry for the long wait! 😭 I think you sent this in after my first try for sub!Matt in 'Adore You', which was all the way back to last December. I hope this is somewhat worth the long wait 😳

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The dining room wasn't ideal for an impromptu project revision, especially on a Saturday morning. But, for now, it would have to do. Something came up in your project, and you wanted to take care of it before it could be more of a hassle once Monday came. The thin padding of the backrest dug into your back, an uncomfortable reminder that you should be in bed with a certain someone right now. All the more reason for you to work faster. Your hands moved over the keyboard in quick motions, your eyes trained on the laptop's screen, registering movements from your left. Matt settled down on the seat next to yours, and you took a quick glance at him. His bed head was ruffled from a brief run of his fingers in an attempt to fix it. A faint brush of pink dusted the skin on his face, neck and chest, and judging by the way the heavy, lustful breaths escaped his lips, you knew that he had been up for a while. And like an addict, he was in need of a fix that only you could provide.

Matt didn't like how your attention was fixed on your work instead of him. He pouted, making his bottom lip even fuller. And when the clattering of your keyboard didn't cease, Matt whined softly, pawing at your arm. You diverted your gaze for a second, taking in how needy he was.

"I'm almost done with this. Then, I'm all yours."

Matt let out a dejected sigh.

"But you promised. No work on the weekend, remember?"

His pleading tone tugged at your heart, and you felt that familiar squeeze at the puppy look on his face. The frown that was almost illegal to be on his full lips, the endearing furrow of his brows, the specks of shine in his blank gaze focusing on a lower point of your face.

"I know. But this is important, and I'm almost done. Now sit still, or do you want to be punished?"

Matt sat back down onto the chair, still pouting. He knew the punishment that your tone implied. It wouldn't be the type of discipline he found himself getting excited over. It would only leave an ache in him that wouldn't go away unless you supply him with the sweet relief.

After a minute of uninterrupted concentration, you thought Matt had given up, only to hear the rustle coming from him. Matt had moved closer, sitting at your legs. He put his head on your thigh as his hand trailed up your calf. You felt bad for neglecting him at the moment, so you let him stay where he was. You ran a hand through his hair, ruffling it lovingly, earning a content sigh from him before returning to the task before you. A brief moment passed before Matt moved again, this time with more purpose, showing his true intention. He wedged himself into the space between your legs, underneath the table where your laptop rested. He took hold of your ankles, putting your legs over his back, so he could burrow his face into your inner thighs, which were warm with the stroke of heat he brought. You could feel the wetness trickling from your cunt, slowly, deliberately, as if controlled by his movement. Seeing him being needy and desperate for you always turned you on.

"Matt, stop it."

You said through gritted teeth. Your patient was running thin, and you couldn't deal with the unexpected workload on your day off on top of a bratty sub who didn't know his place. Your stern warning was ignored as he continued on his path; his nose nudged at your dampened panties, drawing your scent in and groaning softly, making it harder for you to focus. You clenched your hands as he advanced, pulling your ruined undergarment aside before delivering a teasing lick to your wet folds. You shuddered, moaning faintly as he became even more shameless, sucking on your sensitive clit. Your head fell back to the top rail of the chair as you let Matt carry you away, wrapping you in a velvety daze of pleasure. Your project was only a distant thing in your mind.

His tongue worked you over, prodding at your entrance with teasing thrusts. Matt alternated between licking and sucking, bringing you closer to the edge with each eager brush of his mouth. You were almost there; your eyes fluttered close at the sheer intensity of his skilled mouth on your clit, preparing for the inevitable fall. But an overwhelming feeling of loss overcame you; the pressure on your cunt evaporated like steam through an open window. Your eyes snapped open to meet the sight of Matt withdrawing from you, licking his lips and flashing you a smirk. He pulled up to his full height, his chin glistened with your arousal, and you never felt more frustrated at his handsome face.

Matt took advantage of your speechlessness, pushing your chair backward, effectively putting a safe distance between you and your laptop. He covered your hand with his, placing your palm on top of his bulging erection through the thin material of his boxer. His hand guided yours up and down, caressing his aching cock. His tender, breathy moans poured out of his full lips.

"I need you."

The sheer intenseness of his low, husky voice wove deep into your core, making you shiver. Matt was never one to shy away from expressing his wants and needs in the bedroom, but this was one of those rare times when he would defy your order, baring his desperation to you in more than one way.

You could feel the throbbing between your thighs from the waning loss, your skin heated with frustration. You sighed, giving into Matt's persistent call.

"Fine."

Matt swooped in, eager to pick you up. But you stopped him with your hands on his shoulders.

"On one condition."

He nodded frantically.

"I get to tie you up."

His Adam's apple bobbed hard, making you chuckle at the transparency in his desperation.

"Yes, of course. You can do whatever you want to me."

He said with a thrill in his smile. Matt picked you up by your thighs effortlessly, maneuvering through the layout of your apartment while keeping your lips intertwined. You clung to his shoulders, trailing your mouth to his jaw, nipping gently before descending to the hollow of his throat. You bit down hard on the juncture of his neck and shoulder, enough to leave a mark. The guttural moan was ripped from his throat; the sound seemed to travel through you, settling at your weeping core. Matt laid you down on the bed, and you used the momentum to pull him down with you, flipping him onto his back. You straddled him, grinding down on his clothed cock, drawing a sharp hiss through his clenched teeth. You swivelled your hips, edging him on with the teasing. Matt followed your dance, meeting your wet cunt with each arch of his hips.

After a few moments of pure adrenaline chase, you reached your hands on the bedside table where the silk restraints were. After getting them out, you resumed your position on top of him and admired the man underneath you. His skin flushed a deep shade of red, and his lips parted as if he could taste your arousal on his tongue. The hair on his head was delightfully dishevelled, a cherry on top of the delicious spread displayed before you. You bit your lips at the fiery lust evident in his unsighted eyes that engulfed you.

You took hold of his wrist, bringing it together with the column of the headboard with the piece of silk. While waiting for you to finish, with the other hand free, Matt pulled the top of your camisole down, exposing your breasts to him. He caught one side with his mouth, sucking on the flesh, swirling his tongue over the hardened nipple. His hand groped at the other, squeezing the softness and playing with the sensitive bud. You moaned out loud, head bowed at the sensation, which only urged him to raise the intensity. Despite the trembling in your hands from Matt's focus on your chest, you finished tying up his other hand with little resistance from Matt. His head fell onto the propped-up pillows, lips and chin gleamed with saliva and your arousal from earlier.

Open-mouthed kisses and nibbles adorned his skin as you slowly made your way down his body. With a gentle nail scrape on the skin at the waistband of his boxer, you pulled the material down and off his legs, throwing it away with little care for where it would end up. You placed kisses along the base of his cock, purposefully avoiding his aching shaft. His hips arched off the bed with a little whine, silently begging you to take him into your mouth.

And you wouldn't allow him that.

You withdrew from him, leaving him cuffed to the bed with his painfully erected cock. You tugged your shirt back to its proper place and left the bed. You rummaged through your drawer for a new pair of panties as Matt listened to your movement with a curious look on his face. The paddings of your feet stopped at the bedroom door as you turned to him.

"Now, stay there."

His brows furrowed at your retreat. Matt tugged at the restraints, testing the bonds. It wasn't too tight to cut the blood flows, leaving enough room for him to wiggle.

"You know I can easily break out of this, right?"

You smirked. The amused chuckle that departed your mouth sent a shiver down his spine. It was cold, and ruthless.

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

Matt swallowed hard at your tone. He would only regret it even more if he disobeyed you now, for he knew the outcomes. The pain of physical denial coming from you was something he wished to never go through again. He needed your touches more than his next breath. Matt's head dropped onto the bed as he accepted his punishment. Regret bit at his mind; frustration heated his skin as he heard your footsteps carrying you away, back to your project.

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[milkmily]

𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫 [Matt Murdock]

Matt Murdock(college) x Reader

Sum. Matt can hear almost everything you do on your dorm. Everything.

Warning:Smut, Masterbation, Matt and reader being weirdos/pervs,

A/N: I wrote this for a friend in Wattpad and I'm like, why not share it here? So here it is. It's weird, old, and I wrote this while I was extremely sleep deprived. Also, this was heavily edited because, come on, the old one is shitty. Got to change shit up.

"I'm your dorm neighbor ! " You say as you look at two of the males in front of you.

"And you are?" The one with the long dirty blonde asked. "Oh, [Name]! I'm like 4 dorms away from yours." You respond.

"I'm Foggy, this is my friend and roommate, Matt."

"Well, it's nice to meet you two! My dorm room is [Number lol], so you two can come whenever. I have snacks and shit in my room."

"You wouldn't mind us going no-"

"Foggy, no." Matt says. "Foggy yes, we were invited Matt." He whispered in Matt's ear, which didn't work because you weren't even that far from them. "It's alright Matt, you two are always welcomed." You say while smiling.

"How come us?" Matt asked. "Well… I just trust you two." That's half a lie. Matt probably knew that but it wasn't exactly clear. You simply have a small crush on Matt Murdock and the only way to get along with him is this way.

"Fine, we can go. But for 20 minutes. I have to study." Matt says. Foggy cheers and holds Matt's arm out. "Take him to your room. I'll be there in like 3 minutes." Foggy says. You nod and wrap your arm with Matt's. "So, what is your Major?"

"Oh it's [idfk]. I kind of want to change it to [here put something]." You say as you open the door and let him walk in. You walked in and closed the door behind you. You lead Matt to your bed and make him sit down. "What snacks do you have?" He asked as he felt the sheet of your bed. It was some cheap sheet, but still soft. He moved his hands to his lap, feeling the palm of his hand get itchy from just a touch of it.

"Oh, chips, cookies and some noodles with soda and juice. You know, snacks?" You say the last part sarcastically, making Matt chuckle. "Noodles aren't a snack." Matt says. "Oh, well, it's dinner." He smiled and shook his head. "You want some tho?" You asked as you held the cup of noodles.

"Yes please." You nod and grab the cup of noodles and head to the bathroom dorm. You turned on the hot water and poured it in, back back in your dorm and placed it on the table. "How come you only have one bed?" Matt asked. While you were in the bathroom, he moved his cane straight and didn't feel anything.

He also felt your dorm being way smaller than his and Foggy's.

"Oh, I have a dorm to myself."

"How?" He asked.

"I got lucky. I won a dorm actually. So now I have it to myself." You sat down next to him. God, he's just so good looking. If you had the chance, you would right now kiss him, run your hand though that long hair of his and pull him closer. "That's interesting." He said, making you pop out of your mind. Matt then sniffed and smelled something familiar. "Is it chicken noodles?"

"Yeah, It's way better than shrimp."

"And I am here!" Foggy says as he walks in, startling you. You looked over at Matt and he seemed completely fine. "Holy shit, did you win the dorm?" Foggy asked as he looked around. "Yours is way smaller than ours." He comments.

"Yeah." You say. "It must be nice having your own dorm!" Foggy asked. "It actually is. Oh, and the snacks are on that table." You say, pointing at it. Foggy nods and grabs his snack. "Noodles are not a snack."

"It's dinner." Matt says. You smiled and nodded, agreeing.

Every time you got to walk past Matt, you'd look at him. But if he's with Foggy, you'd look down. It's embarrassing looking at someone for too long. Plus he's blind and people could see it wrong to look at a blind person for too long.

Matt knew you were looking at him. That's why he would walk past you whenever he could. He would go to the library and could smell your perfume you got as a gift from bath and body works that is now rare to buy at stores. He would walk past you and could hear your comments about his, as you say, "Fat ass". Guess that just means he has quite an ass to be looked at. You were walking to class, he'd be walking past. You would go to the store and bump into him and Foggy. He simply enjoys the smell of your perfume. It's pleasant and smells like warm baked cookies.

At this point, he wants to ask to touch your face like he did to Foggy's just to picture how he looks. But he also wants to picture you. Your eye shape, eyelash length, your nose shape, your cheeks, and your lips. God, your lips are what he wants to feel first then be able to kiss them. He's… falling for you. Everything you do to not get caught to even look at him makes him happy.

But one night, as Matt was by himself in his dorm(Foggy decided to stay at his mother's place for 3 days) studying, he could listen to almost everyone in their dorms. It could be someone studying too, be with a friend and spill some tea, making out, or someone snoring. He's gotten used to this. But what he enjoyed the most was hearing you talk. Your voice is pleasant too. You could be on the phone talking about the most random thing, or talk to yourself about him or something so random that it gets him interested. But today, you weren't talking. You were groaning and moaning…

But with something special.

"M-Matt… ah…"

You were touching yourself as you thought of him. You were rubbing yourself as your free hand touched your breast. He could smell your arousal from here and God, that perfume you always wear. You were doing all of this because of him. He'd wish he could walk in and touch all the places you wanted to be touched at. He felt his own arousal and got up from the chair. He walks to his bed and sits down. Matt couldn't believe he's going to get off to you. But so are you, it's a win win.

He pulled his pants down and let his cock come out. It was a relief to finally have it out of his boxers. It was getting tighter and tighter as he headed you moan louder. He could hear you muffle up your mouth with your pillow. He moved his hand to his dick and started to pump it. He moved his thumb to the tip to feel the precum on his tip. He bit his lip as he started to move his hand up and down. Matt went at the pace your fingers did. You would go from fast to slow. A perfect pace for him. He gasped as he heard you once again call his name.

"M-Matt… t-there…" You begged as you went dipper inside you. Matt gasped as he touched the tip and rubbed it and went down to pump himself once again. Fuck, you were so beautiful. He simply wished to be with you. He would eat you and taste you, kiss you, fuck you doggy style, tell you to sit on his face just to make you rub your clit on his nose as he eats you out. He wants to do all of that to you. Matt wants to make you moan and please you, make you his.

He moves his head down and whimpers at the thought of that. His hair falls on his face, making it stick on his forehead from the sweat. He ran his fingers through his hand and moved them to the side. He breathes in and lets out a pleasure sigh. He was getting close soon.

"F-Fuck… so… good…" Matt bit his bottom lip as he kept pumping his cock. He's so glad he got the room for himself at least for 3 days. "Fuck…" Matt whimpered out. He then heard you speed up. You were whining and whimpering. He sped up himself and let out a shaky sigh as he rubbed his tip with the rest of himself. He lay on the bed and moved his free hand to his chest.

You arch your back as you feel your climax approaching. Oh how badly you wanted Matt to do all the stuff you were imagining right now. How badly you wanted his cock inside you. You want to be his little cock warmer too. To move from time to time even. You gasped and rolled your eyes back as you held onto the sheets and it went blank. You pant as you moved your fingers out of your cunt and layed there for some seconds.

Matt moaned as he soon cummed himself. He lays on his bed for a few seconds and pants. He tries to pant quietly just to hear you. "I need a shower."

"So do I." Matt said and grabbed some tissues. He wiped the cum off his stomach and hands. He sighs and cannot believe what he did.

You groaned and felt so embarrassed. "I'm so sorry Matt." You said and grabbed your clothes and towel with everything you needed. You couldn't believe you did that. To have thought of Matt while you were pleasing yourself. Do you feel some kind of regret?

No…

Because you had a good orgasam that took your stress from college away

Are you embarrassed?

Kinda?

You cleaned yourself and went to the bathroom. You looked in front of you and saw Matt. It suddenly felt your face get hot as your heart was a beating mess. Matt tried his best not to smile as he felt your body get hot. "Hey Matt."

"Hey [Name]." Matt says. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Oh, going to shower. I needed one today cuz I'm sweaty from cleaning my room." Full of lies. And Matt knew that. "I'm showing too. I needed one too."

Now it's awkward…

"Wanna hang out later today?" Matt asked. "Oh, is Foggy coming-"

"No, he went to stay at his mom's place for 3 days. We could go out and eat then head back and do something." Matt says. "S-Sure! Sounds good to me! Just let me get ready and I'll knock at your door to tell you." You say smiling. Matt smiled and nodded. "Alright then, see you later [Name]."

"Yeah, see ya." Matt walked away and he knew you were looking at his ass again. He chuckled and heard your little cheer. "What an amazing ass." You whispered.

Matt couldn't help but laugh a little.

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[ladymarvel27]

Ice cream crush

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Female! Reader

Summary: You moved newly to hell’s kitchen to practice at a law firm alongside your childhood friend matt.

Word count: 400+

A loud bang at your door brought you out of your deep sleep. “Hey y/n!” A man was knocking on the door. “Probably matt-” you said with a yawn as you try to process waking up. “I know you’ve just woken up!” He teased you. You got up, wore your jacket and went to open the door. Matt was standing at the door. “Hey, good morning sleepyhead!” He greeted you with a sunshine smile. “I know you’re not those who wake up early, but,” He paused then said out excitedly, “get ready fast, it’s our first day!”  “Okay!” You replied and he left.

You got ready when you heard another knock. “Y/N!” It was matt again. You got up to open the door. “I’ve made breakfast, why don’t we have it together?” “Well, it seems to smell nice.” Two sandwiches heavily stuffed with your favourite veggies. What else do you want early morning, especially when you’re getting late, maybe?

“Thanks for the breakfast!” You said as you both finished your breakfast. You both head off to work together.

The work hours were over so you were packing up.                                                                                              “Psst!” A voice called out, probably matt. You turned around to see that he was standing there. “Yes?” You asked. “Want to eat an ice cream?” He offered with a bright smile.

“Who will say no to ice cream? I’m in.” You replied.

Both of you strolled through the streets, eating ice cream. “You like that?” He asked. “Why won’t I?” You chuckled. “But you didn’t have to pay for all, we could split the bill-”              ��                  “Oh please, it was my plan and it’s just a way of showing my love-” He fell silent for a second. “Sorry, y/n… I have had a crush on you for like years.” You should have figured it out earlier actually. He helped you with a lot of daily chores, brings you breakfast when you were late and a lot more. Just a male friend wouldn’t have helped you out, except if he’s in love.

You went closer to him and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Oh, fool. Can’t you tell me a little lot earlier?”    “Why?” He asked, incredulously.  “I too have a crush on you and I thought I was a fool having it one-sided.”                                                           “SOOO, it’s now, not unrequited?”                                    “Never was.” You chuckled and you both faced each other, but the ice cream was still in your hands. You immediately finished it. “Can I kiss you?” You asked. “Yes.” He replied. You slowly cupped his face and brought him closer as he grabs you by your waist. Your lips crashed on his. It was a long passionate kiss, and in fact, he was a good kisser. The next thing you wanted from him was to be a good lover in future.

The moon shunned brightly, making it more aesthetic.

The rest of the way, you both intertwined your fingers and walked to the apartment together.

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MATT MURDOCK HEADCANON

ABOUT HIMSELF

HIM AS A BROTHER

HIM AS A BEST FRIEND

HIM AS A FRIEND W FEELINGS/BENIFITS

HIM AS A BOYFRIEND

HIM AS A HUSBAND

HIM AS A FATHER

18+ HEADCANONS

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Cuddles

~ Ahhh I finally wrote something!! It's really short but I love it, it's so soft and cute

~ Fluff, WC: 673

~ Tired Matt coming home from patrol ~

“Matt, is that you?” You call from the bedroom as a loud bang brings your attention to the living room. You slowly climb out of bed and head toward the source of noise. Your boyfriend Matt is standing in the living room, still in his Daredevil suit.

“Hi, honey.” He quietly lets out, showing no intention of moving.

“Are you okay?” You keep your distance as you check on him. If something serious happened on his patrol, moving too close might worsen him.

“I’m alright, baby, just a long night.” After a moment, he finally moves across the room to you, wrapping his arms around you. You sigh softly in his hold, relief flooding your body as you see he’s not injured. 

“How about I warm you up some food so we can go to bed?” You don’t get a verbal response from the devil clade man. Instead, you get an annoyed grunt as you pull out of his arms. “We can cuddle in bed, but first, you need to eat and change into something more comfortable.”

“Hm, can we cuddle while I eat too?” When you turn from your position in the kitchen, you can see he's taken his helmet off, leaving his face bare to you.

“We can cuddle whenever you’d like, baby.” A gentle smile lies across your face as you look at Matt standing before you. 

While Matt decides to take a quick shower, you head back to the kitchen to warm up some food. Dating Matt can often be scary and stressful, but moments like this make it worth it. After a few minutes of humming to yourself in the kitchen while you wait for Matt, arms suddenly wrap around your waist, making you jump slightly. 

“Shit.” You let out, not having heard the shower stop. “Don’t laugh at me. Not all of us have some super sensitive senses.” He continues chuckling behind you, clearly amused by your freight.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He makes no move to let go of you, only pushing his body closer to yours. 

You turn around in his hold, holding out a plate of now-warmed food. “Eat.”

“Y’know, I seem to remember you promising cuddles.” He takes his plate from your hands with fake annoyance.

“I seem to remember you agreeing to eat. You haven't had anything since breakfast, and don't even try to lie about lunch. Foggy already told me you didn't have anything.” You lift your hand to his face to brush back a loose strand of damp hair.

“Wasn't hungry,” Matt mutters, dragging you towards the bedroom. He glances towards the spot next to him as he sits on the bed. “Lie down.”

You giggle quietly at his clingy nature. He’s often like this when he comes home from his patrol, needing to be next to you every moment. It's adorable. “Wow, you’re impatient tonight.”

“Hm” Is his only response. When you climb into bed next to him, he immediately pulls you into his arms, setting you against his chest while he eats his food. “You didn’t have to wait for me, baby. You should've gone to bed.”

“I like waiting for you. I like making sure you get home safe, plus the bed is always freezing when you're not here.” You burrow more against him after he leans over to place the empty plate on the nightstand. 

“Ah yes, what would you do without your walking furnace?” He laughs, but it’s true. His apartment is always cold. Sometimes, you think he does it purposely, so you’ll use him as your source of warmth.

“Let’s go to sleep, Matty. I can see how tired you are.” 

“Sounds good,” his words come out as half yawn. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby.” You lean up to give him a soft kiss before lying down against him, more than ready for sleep. Matt practically falls asleep in seconds, but you stay awake for a few minutes longer, simply enjoying the quiet moment and the man with his arms wrapped around you.

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|| No Show ||

Female reader x Matt Murderdock x Elektra

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Show me then."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I… no, thank you Mr Murdock."

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

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

"Would you please?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You smell so delicious, little dove,"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Medusa of Hydra

Bucky x Mutant!Reader, Matt Murdock x Mutant!Reader Part 3

A/N: Part three is here y’all! I hope you enjoy it and let me know if you would like to be added to the tag list. Feedback is much appreciated! 💕💕💕

Summary: Imagine being the daughter of Wolverine and an FBI agent. You used to be a part of Bucky's past. A distant part of his past that he had forgotten over time, until one day, he sees your face shadowed behind the public eye, like an apparition, almost as if you didn't exist. Confused over your existence and questioning whether what he saw was real, broken memories of you come flooding back to him, and Bucky finds himself scrambling to search for clues that would lead to who you are and why he feels as if he had seen you before. You on the other hand had moved on, starting a new life for yourself and even finding yourself working with a certain lawyer. After the horrors you faced, you wanted to leave your past behind you, eventually forgetting mostly everything that ever happened. That is until the former Winter Soldier brings those memories all back.

Warnings: language, depictions of gore and violence

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 4 , Part 5

Bucky's Pov

A silence had passed between the two soldiers, a silence that had written words through the air without the use of speech, words that described exactly how the two men were feeling from the expressions that were painted on their faces. And their feelings were anything but content in the moment. Bucky’s eyes searched Sam’s vacant face, looking for any clue that might give away the thoughts that ran through the man’s head. Anything, just about anything would help Bucky to understand how Sam had handled the information he had just revealed.

"Wait wait, hold on. A mutant? You mean to tell me, that Hydra, had ahold of a damn mutant, this whole time?" Sam blinked with a shake of his head, his face contorted into a range of emotions that mostly consisted of disbelief. He couldn't believe what Bucky was telling him. "Why am I just now hearing about this?”

"Maybe because I didn’t remember.” Bucky snarked back. “The reason you didn’t hear about this and why no one knows about it is because the Soviets and Hydra made sure to keep her well hidden, Hydra even more so after they captured her from the Soviets right after she nearly tried to tear my head off.”

“She nearly what?” Sam raised his brows, inching back in his seat to get a better look at the man before him as if to decipher whether he was facing a clown or just a sad old man with a case of delusions.

“She was sent to kill me remember.”

“How do you not remember that?”

“I don’t know. It’s all still a bit blurry.”

“Okay but how do you not remember some Kill Bill ass chick that almost killed you?”

“I just didn’t.”

“Pfft. I sure as hell would.” Sam snorted. “I'm sorry, but if some crazy ass woman tried to kill me-“

“Are you going to let me explain?” Bucky rolled his eyes, annoyed with how Sam kept interrupting him.

“Sorry.”

“As I was saying. She was Hydra’s top-top secret weapon, even more than me. It took me a lot of digging today to get ahold of whatever information Hydra had of her. She was like their prized possession, and not only did they use her for assassinations, but they also used her to spread fear amongst their enemies and even bend others to her will, or rather Hydra’s will." Bucky explained as he sat back on his couch, pouring himself and Sam a glass of beer.

"What do you mean by spread fear? Is she some kind of boogeyman?"

"You get squeamish easily?"

"No, why?" Sam quirked a brow at the question. Something didn’t sit right with him and he could not pinpoint why. Why on earth would Bucky ask if he gets sick easily. Sam thought to himself. "Barnes what the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm just making sure, just don't say I didn't warn you." Bucky reached over to grab another folder off the floor before handing it to Sam. A part of him did not wish to show Sam the contents that sat inside the thick piece of manila paper, the same contents that consisted of photographs that horrified even the former assassin himself.

Sam anxiously took the file from Bucky's hands, his dark eyes inspecting the closed manila folder in front of him before glancing up at the serious expression that sat on the soldier's face. "Buck, what's in here?"

"Photos......of crime scenes."

Sam glanced back down at the folder that lay nestled between his hands, his heart beating slightly faster than normal. An icy cold shiver crawled up his spine like the legs of a centipede, its pin-like legs pricking the areas of skin on the center of his back. What exactly is shown in the photographs? The moment Sam opened the folder, he immediately brought his fist up to his mouth in horror, his eyes widening at the picture before him. His hands felt cold and a twisting sensation formed at the pit of his stomach, and he originally would have dropped the file if it wasn't for his composure. Sam had seen many things in his life, but none of them compared to this. What was displayed in the file shocked the former pararescueman. There in the photo of a crime scene lay bodies in pools of blood, bodies that were dismembered and mutilated. It looked as if a large animal or beast had ravaged through the area and attacked them. Some of the photos showed bodies that had been burnt to an extreme degree. If Bucky hadn't told him the photos were taken of crime scenes, Sam would've thought they were screenshots from some slasher film. "My god." Sam breathed out. He could almost taste the bile in the back of his throat as he flipped through the other grisly pictures. "Is this? Did she?"

".............yes." Bucky noticed the look on Sam’s face. “You’re not going to puke all over my floor are you?”

"What? No. But....how?" Sam asked him. He couldn't understand how a single person could cause such monstrosity, such violence. And to think you were roaming free amongst the public. Not only that, but you were now working for the FBI.

"I don't know."

"James, these bodies are missing limbs and half of them look like they’ve been barbecued.”

"Look, I can't exactly remember her abilities, it's all a bit foggy. But if she's capable of this," Bucky sighed as he pointed towards the photographs, "Then she's extremely dangerous. That's why I need your help."

Your Pov

"Hey." You called out to Yelena once you had just changed into some jeans and threw on a dark wool coat over your sweater, stepping out of your bedroom to see that she had already changed into her pajamas, sitting on your couch with your cat curled up next to her. "My dad's in town and is inviting me over for dinner. You're welcome to watch whatever you want on TV, I got all the streaming services on there. And feel free to order some take-out." You handed her some cash. "Just don't make a mess."

"When will you be back?"

"Not late, so long as he doesn't get himself into trouble."

"Is that normal?" Yelena furrowed her brows. She had not met your father yet, but she had heard a lot about him and the stories tended to be less than pleasant. Sometimes she wondered how the hell you were his daughter, though you did inherit a few things from him.

"Eh, not really. But there's always that one asshole that wants to pick a fight with him."

Yelena scoffed, shaking her head at the thought of whatever poor fellow that ever happens to get in you or your dad's way. "Hopefully no one becomes that unfortunate tonight."

"Tell me about it." You rolled your eyes, grabbing your badge and gun off the counter as you remembered all the times you had to drag your hot-headed father out of a mess. "Well, I'll be back as soon as I can. Dosvedanya.”

"Dosvedanya. Don’t kill anyone.”

You had arrived a few minutes early to the pub your dad wanted to meet at, the same pub that was just a couple blocks away from your apartment. The place was like a hole in the wall when you had first discovered it, a bit old and dusty and filled with history, a place where just a few locals would go to. But the owners had recently decided to renovate it to bring back the ambiance that was originally there, and since then, the place had attracted more customers. The pub used to be a speakeasy during the period of prohibition in the 1920s, and though you weren't much of a drinker, you would sometimes come here after a long day of work, tucking yourself away in a booth in the corner and eating whatever meal you were in the mood for. They were mostly famous for their fish tacos, burgers, and shepherd's pie, but they had a decent selection and good food, enough to keep you satisfied. You slowed down on your speed once you saw the pub up ahead before pulling up to the curb and parking a few cars down. All the spots closer the pub were unfortunately taken. The local rock station had been playing through your car's stereo before you shut it off, the low rumbling of the engine coming to a stop once you took your keys out of the ignition before stepping out of your black 1968 Camaro SS.

"Nice ride." A gruff voice suddenly called out from behind you, making you jump and drop your keys.

"Shit!" You breathed out, turning around to see your father standing before you with his hands in his pockets and a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

"Dad! What the hell?"

"I thought you don't scare easily."

"I don't." You rolled your eyes, reaching down to pick up your keys.

"How've ya been?" Your dad threw an arm around your shoulder to pull you in for a hug before placing a kiss at the top of your head. "Haven't seen you in forever."

"I know. I've been meaning to call but I've been held up with work." You gave an apologetic smile.

"I see you got yourself a new car."

"Yeah. It was a bit of a rust bucket when I first got it but, I managed to fix it back up like brand new." You stuck your hands inside your coat pockets, shivering slightly against the cold night breeze as he inspected the exterior and interior of your classic Camaro. You almost wished you had worn a scarf as you clenched your jaw against the cold weather.

"Not bad.” He nodded his head with an impressed look on his face. “I like the white racing stripes.”

“Well, I had a great teacher.” You smiled, remembering to the earlier days when your father would pop open the hood of his old truck, his rough hands smeared in grease as he taught you everything there was to know about cars while the two of you reeked of motor oil by the time he was done teaching you how to repair and set up a certain part of a car.

“Well it definitely is a hell of a lot better than that junk you had before."

"You mean my old Toyota?" You chuckled. "Sadly that thing was starting to break down. But at least it got me from point A to point B."

"Well it's a hell of an improvement. I might even say I'm jealous." He smirked as the two of you started to head towards the bar.

"Jealous of my Camaro? Hey now, what about your dear ole Harley?" You looked up at him, referring to his beloved motorcycle.

"Oh, then in that case, my bike is better."

"Please. I think your bike is shit." You scoffed as he held the door open for you to go in first, the music playing from the pub’s speakers reaching your ears once you stepped foot in.

"Hey, watch your language." He narrowed his eyes down at you. "Don’t hurt my bike's feelings.”

"Too bad." You smirked, going over to an empty booth that sat against the wall.

"Geez. It's pretty busy tonight." Your dad looked around at the interior of the place, eyeing the loud bunch of individuals that scattered the place before sitting down opposite you. The pub looked much different than when he last visited. "They do some redecorating or what?"

"Yeah. They remodeled it a couple months back. Wanted to give it the original speakeasy vibe." Your gestured with your hands, your eyes tracing over the red brick walls, the mix of dark red velvet and leather seats, and the variety of old style lamps that hung from the ceiling. "Ever since then we've had newcomers. It's not as busy tonight though. Usually this place is packed."

“Looks good."

"Well look who it is. If it isn’t little miss FBI.” The local waitress, Makenna, came over to your table energetically. She was a young woman roughly around your age with freckles that lined her face and tousled curly hair and warm hazel eyes, trailing behind her light and flowery perfume wherever she went. “I didn't expect you here."

"Yeah, my dad is in town so we thought we'd have dinner here." You smiled before gesturing to your dad.

"Ma'am." Your dad gave her a polite smile.

"Well it's nice to meet you Y/n's dad. Now what can I get started for the two of ya?"

You originally would have opted for a glass of lemonade but since it was cold outside you decided on a cup of hot chocolate. Hot coffee would have just made you more awake than you wanted to be. “Hot cocoa please.”

"And for you sir?"

"I'll have a whiskey please, thanks ma'am."

"Alrighty." Makenna handed you the menus. "I'll let the two you decide on what to order and I will be back with your drinks."

"Thanks Mak." You smiled before looking at the menu with your elbow propped up on the table, your hand pressed against your cheek to hold up your head. "So how's teaching? The students causing any trouble?"

"It's going well. Wish some of the students had some more interest in the subject." Your dad answered as he laid the menu out on the table before him.

"Well it is history. Not many kids are fans of that. But then again, maybe you're just boring."

"Haha. Very funny." He laughed sarcastically before pulling out a lighter.

"You know smoking is bad for you right." You didn't even skip a beat once you heard the click of his lighter, your eyes glued to the different enticing dishes that lined the menu as you went through each one deciding what to get.

“Yeah yeah.” Your father muttered under his breath, a cigar hanging loosely from his mouth as he brought the lighter up to the end.

You glanced up from under your lashes, eyeing the lighter in his hands and extinguishing the small flame with a squint of your eyes before watching with amusement the look of disappointment that now sat on his face.

"Geez, since when did you become so bossy?"

"Since I was officially your daughter."

"Great. Now my own offspring is pushing me around.”He playfully rolled his eyes, staring at his cigar and lighter hesitantly before putting them away. “How's work?"

"Oh you know. Same ole." You mumbled out, choosing not to go into details especially since most of the work you dealt with were not to be shared with anyone outside of the bureau. But even if you could, the other reason you did not wish to share the details of the cases you were working on was because of the horrific stuff that you had seen and how it was starting to take a toll on you both mentally and physically. You knew that if your father had found out about it, about the dangerous situations you put yourself in when tracking down a cold-blooded psychopath, or the many sleepless nights you spent staring at the files and photos of the evidence that scattered your living room floor, trying to piece them all together like a deranged Sherlock Holmes, he would have tried to pull you out. Little did you know, your father saw through the facade you built up and already had an idea of what you were going through. He wasn’t an idiot. Once you had stepped into a well lit area, he had immediately noticed the dark circles that hung under your eyes beneath your layer of concealer, and the way your hair was just a tad bit out of place despite your effort to smooth it into place. He knew the toll your line of work was going to take on you, and a part of him wished you’d resign and take on teaching or even something more alleviating. But he also became aware of why you took up this job in the first place. It was your way of redemption, a sort of atonement for the evils of your past.

“Have you thought about settling back in at your mom’s place in England? She left you her fortune there. You could live a more than decent life.” Your dad brought up, hoping that by bringing up the idea he might motivate you to live a simpler life. Seeing you like this troubled him. The last time he saw you, you looked healthier, more alive.

“You mean go live in that big ole manor all by myself?” You snorted. “It’s going to take a lot from me to go back to that hell hole, especially after all the shit I had to go through. Don’t get me wrong, the place itself and the grounds are beautiful but….it’s still got some bad juju lingering there.”

“Fair enough. What about the money there?”

“I mean, I’ve taken out some of the gold and used it but, a lot of that stuff was mom’s ya know. I kinda want to leave it alone.”

“Just make sure to take care of yourself.”

"Here you go." Makenna came back with your drinks, setting them on the table before pulling out her notepad. "Ya ready to order?"

"Yes. Can I please get the three street fish tacos, chips, and a side of guacamole and salsa? And can you make it spicy please?"

"Sure thing? And you sir?"

"I'll uh have the southern bbq burger, a side of the garlic parmesan fries, and a side of baked beans."

"Anything else?"

"No thanks."

"That'll be it. Thanks Mak." You handed her the menus.

"Alrighty then. I'll have that ready for ya as soon as possible." Mak took the menus from you before heading off into the kitchen.

"So how's everyone else at the school?" You asked, wrapping your fingers around your warm cup of cocoa before pulling it close to your chest. You blew softly on the hot liquid to cool it down before taking a sip, humming slightly at the rich taste.

"They're good. Everyone misses you back there." He took a sip of his whiskey.

"Do they? I'll guess I'll have to plan a visit soon."

“You should come by and teach a few classes.”

“I’d love to, but unfortunately my schedule is packed.” You sighed as you leaned back in your seat. “Even then, what am I supposed to teach? Psychology? The makings of a serial killer and how to catch them?”

“If you like. You could even teach art or poetry like you enjoy. I can work something out with the other professors.”

“I appreciate that dad, I really do. But I’ve got a lot of unsolved cases right now.”

“Understandable. Have you thought about using your-you know, to help find-“ Your father lifted his fingers to his head, referring to one of your abilities.

“I have. But it’s hard. I try not to use my abilities much, but when I do, I still have some issues navigating it. If mom was alive maybe it would have been different.” You spoke, the last part coming out bitterly though you had not intended it to. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to-“

“It’s fine. A part of you blames me, I get it. Some days I find myself doing the same, wishing I had done things differently.”

“Well it’s not entirely your fault.” You mentioned, your fingers picking at the chestnut wood grain of the table. “Besides, you were on the other side of the world and you didn’t know about her situation or me being born. To be honest, if anyone is to blame its mom’s psycho dad.”

“You never talked about him.”

“Yeah well I’d rather not to be honest. And he’s dead anyways so who gives a shit. I just….I really miss her you know.” You stared down at the table and stopped scratching your nails against the wood once you saw how you chipped of the finishing they had coated on there. Shit, I hope Mak doesn’t notice, you thought. The air around you shifted from what it was, a slight difference than the calmness that was there before.

“So do I kid, so do I.”

Your food had arrived shortly after, and not much was spoken between your father and you. The atmosphere seemed quieter, solemn even, and if someone were to pass by your table they would have thought that you both looked like the brooding bounty hunters of an old western. Your father and his whiskey and you and your…hot cocoa? If anything, your rbf which you so greatly inherited from your father did not help to the situation as the two of you were currently too busy dwelling on the past and what ifs before you finally decided to speak up again. “So, you got anything new going on?”

“Actually, I need a favor.”

“Depends on the favor.” You stole a fry from your dad’s plate, chuckling at his offended reaction before shoving the buttery and cheesy fry in your mouth.

“I’m going to be out of town for a month or two doing some errands.” Your dad reciprocated your action by stealing a chip from your side of the table. “So I need you to look after your little sister for a while.”

“You mean Laura?” You looked up, nearly choking on your food.

“Well I ain’t got any other kids, so yes, Laura. Why? I thought you two got along.”

“I mean she’s a cool kid but, I’m pretty sure she hates me.”

“No she doesn’t,” your dad rolled his eyes, stopping for a moment to think of an explanation for her behavior. “She’s just……quiet.”

“No shit.” You scoffed.

“Hey, watch your language.”

“Dad, in the time that I have known her, she has refused to speak a single word to me. All she does is glare.”

“That’s just her face.”

“Right, like father like daughter.”

“Well you’re my kid too. Only thing different from you and Laura is that you’ve got a smart-mouth, and it’s going to get you in a helluva lot of trouble one day.”

“Well I did get that from you.”

“Hey.” He verbalized with a strict tone of voice before breaking into a smirk, amused at your little banter. In many ways you did remind him of himself.

You stopped mid chew of your taco, staring off into the distance and glancing over at some of the families that sat at the tables, thinking about what your dad had said. Maybe it would be a good thing to bond with your sibling, considering every one else in your family was dead. Your father and sister were the only two left that shared your blood, and even though Laura was your half sister, she was still your family. “I’ll watch over Laura for you.”

“You will?” Your dad looked up, surprised at you accepting.

“Yeah. I think it could be a good to thing to bond with Laura, you know.” You couldn’t tell if you were lying to yourself or him. You already had a lot on your plate but you didn’t want to leave your dad without options.

“Thanks y/n. I appreciate it. I’ll stop by in the next day or so to drop her off.”

“Don’t mention it.” You spoke between a mouthful of food. “She just better not trash my place or else I’m going to feed her nothing but spinach.”

“Y/n? Is that you?” You heard someone call out from afar, and as you craned your head around the booth you saw two men walking towards your table, the both of them wearing business suits and their ties loosened around their neck after a long day of work. One of the men in particular had caught your attention, one whom you had shared some history with, the dark haired one who wore a pair of dark blood red tinted glasses that you recognized all too well.

“Oh fuck me.” You cursed under your breath as the long haired one looked in your direction, waving his hand above his head with a shit eating grin on his face. Shit shit shit. You began to pray for some miracle that would make them go back to where they came from as you turned back around in a swift movement, letting your hair fall over your face in a poor attempt to hide yourself. Out of the abilities you already had, you wished you were able to turn invisible, or at least disappear into thin air in order to escape unpleasant situations. But to your disappointment, you possessed neither of those, and you couldn’t just start a fire as means of diversion no matter how much you wanted to.

“You know em?” Your father tensed up once he saw your reaction, his bulky fists balled up on top of the table and a grim look in his watchful eyes. You thought his glass of whiskey would shatter in his hands from the way his knuckles turned white from clutching it. At first he assumed them to be one of your colleagues from the bureau, those “cocky-suited-sons-of-bitches” as he would usually call them after his previous entanglement with them, but your facial expressions proved otherwise. If they were not the feds, then who the hell were they and why were you avoiding them?

“Mhm. Just don’t look and maybe they’ll go away.” You hissed, bringing your hand up to the side of your face.

“Hey y/n!” The same man now spoke, an energetic grin plastered on his face now that they both stood in front of your table. It was too late to hide now and you simply could not just brush them off. Damn it. You should have picked up on their scent before they even stepped foot out of their car. But for these past years, you had been so caught up trying to blend in to your workplace and life in general, you had forgotten how to use some of your abilities that would have been proven useful for moments such as now.

“Hi Foggy.” You smiled back. You didn’t mind Foggy. If anything, you always got along with him. Sure, there were those days where he was absolutely terrified of you after finding out your history, but with time he shortly began to ease up to you and brushed off the horrors of your past, even though it took a while. On the other hand, it was his best friend that somehow managed to go out of his way to purposely get on your nerves, or at least that’s what you believed. At first it started off with teasing and throwing humorous insults at each other with you being the one with the sharp tongue, eventually leading Foggy to dub you “the ice queen” for the many times that you and his best friend roasted each other. It started off as nothing in the beginning, just a simple acquaintance between friends that worked on cases together, that is until you began to develop feelings for the blind bastard. What started off as a little crush led to something more, something entirely different, something you were not accustomed to due to your years spent in isolation and solitude. Being the obstinate and indifferent person that you were, you didn’t recognize how you felt towards him. You were blinded by your own disregard for the matters of the heart. And after finding out the reasons for the sudden new habits that emerged when being in his presence; such as your new inability to breath or speak which led you to stutter, the fluttering in your stomach and the racing of your heart, you began to fall into denial.

For some time you hated how you felt. You hated how being around him made you nauseous. But more than anything, you were scared, scared to get close. So you did the only thing you knew how to do. You shut him off. But despite your efforts, the one thing that still afflicted you was the wound that he had managed to leave on you. When he had found out about your past, about the things you had done, the last words he uttered to you pierced through your very soul. And though those words weren’t much or in any way harmful, you could not shake off the energy he gave off. You did not have to read his mind to know how he felt about you. It was like he was repulsed by your very presence, like he no longer saw you as his friend and instead saw you as some kind of monster. Even though time had healed your wound into a bruise-a thin layer of tape to patch up and hold together whatever was left, all the tape in the world could not erase the hole that still existed in your chest. But life works in strange ways, and the things he had said to you was the push you needed to leave. So that is exactly what you did. You left. And you hadn’t spoken a word to him since. But now, once again fate had dug its shriveled little fingers into the web that was your life and tossed him onto your path. And now that he stood right next to you, being in his presence made you feel beyond awkward and you blamed yourself for feeling anything in the first place. If you had not done the things that you had done or felt the things that you had felt, you wouldn’t have had to worry about crossing paths with him ever again.

“I thought I recognized your voice.” The one with the glasses voiced, setting his cane in front of him as a small smug smirk sat on his face while you glared at him. “I would say you look great today but you know.” He stopped, tapping his glasses before turning his head slightly towards Froggy and speaking in a hushed tone. “Wait what is she wearing?”

“Um fall attire to be exact. You know, her docs, jeans, a black sweater and that old dark gray wool coat that she thrifted. She’s kind of giving off sad poet vibes.”

“Oh……ok.” The man with the glasses nodded, slightly puzzled at Foggy’s description of you before whispering to him again. “Why isn’t she saying anything?”

“She’s uh glaring, at you specifically. It’s a look she gives where she looks like she’s about to cut you, Norman Bates slash Wednesday Addams style. I was going to say Jack Torrance from The Shining but-“

“You know I can hear you both right.” You squinted before finally acknowledging the one with the glasses. “Hi Matt.”

“Hi y/n.“

“Woah. Who’s this lumberjack looking guy?” Foggy looked over at your very unamused father, backing slightly away from his side of the table and nearing yours as if you were going to be the one to protect him from this burly man.

“Who the hell are you two?” Your dad snapped back. His face had now turned into a scowl from Foggy’s description of him.

“Guys, say hi to my dad.”

“Oh shit my bad. Hi y/n’s dad.” Foggy grinned as his face turned red from embarrassment, his smile quickly dropping afterward due to your father’s expression. “Tough crowd.”

“Nice to meet you sir.” Matt gave a polite smile.

“Dad, this is Foggy and Matt. They’re uh lawyers.”

“Lawyers huh.” Your dad took a sip of his whiskey, eyeing the both of them suspiciously. Yet his sharp eyes were watchful over Matt like a hawk after witnessing the few words you two shared and the tension that clouded you both like a thick fog. “How do you know each other?”

“A case.” Matt and you jumped to answer.

“Yeah?” Your dad quirked a brow. “Who’s case?”

“Mine.” The both of you answered once again at the same time as if you were on a game show. Your felt your face heat up by the minute as you silently prayed that your father didn’t get any ideas so that you wouldn’t have to be the subject of his incriminating questions.

You clenched your jaw in annoyance before giving Matt a quick side glare, something that you had done most often out of habit when you were around each other more, even despite his lack of sight. Straightening your back against your seat, you used your telepathic abilities to communicate with him, the one thing you had learned a while back from a friend of yours. “Will you please shut that mouth of yours and let me do the talking?”

“Y/n? I uh-thought you wouldn’t do that again.” Matt parted his lips in surprise before returning his face to a resting position, knowing damn well the only reason you would try to talk to him in such a discreet way.

“Yeah well it’s hard not to when you’re being such a dumbass. Now shut up and let me do the talking before you ruin anything.” You cleared your throat before explaining further to your dad. “Matt, Foggy and I have helped with each other’s cases in the past. I’ll sometimes have their insight on the stuff that I am working on that aren’t classified and they sometimes like my input as well because you know, two heads are better than one, or three.”

Matt nodded with a smile before referring to you. “You can get some pretty useful information from an Oxford grad.”

“You mean a Hogwarts grad.” Foggy smirked before frowning slightly at the looks your dad gave him. “You know, because they used Oxford to film the scenes for Hogwarts………never mind.” Foggy trailed off before pressing his lips together in a firm line and avoiding your father’s stare.

“………I’m going to grab some more whiskey.” Your dad grumbled before getting up from his seat and heading to the bar after the look you gave him. A look that meant you needed some privacy to work your shit out.

You watched your dad leave, waiting for him to reach the bar on the other side of the pub before snapping your head towards the two pesky and cloddish lawyers. “Okay what the fuck. The hell are you two doing all the way down here from Hell’s Kitchen?”

“Foggy and I were just stopping by on our way. What brings you in to a bar?” Matt asked you.

“I live here.”

“You live in this bar?” Foggy gasped.

“I meant I live here as in near here. Not literally here in the bar.”

“Ohhh.”

“Okay cut the crap. You gonna tell me why you drove nearly half an hour here or do I have to pry the answers out myself.”

There was a brief silence between the two, clashing against the noise of the music and the pub itself as Foggy looked at Matt for reassurance before responding. “We uh, we need your help.”

“Fucks sake. Help with what?”

“A case.” Matt answered. “Something is fishy about this one but for some reason I can’t get a good reading out of it.”

“You got a file?”

“Nooottt with me no. It’s in Foggy’s car.”

“Okay, I can grab it later when I’m done with my dinner.”

“Actually.” Foggy pursed his lips, a look of embarrassment and guilt written across his face. “Now that I think about it. I think I left it back in the office.”

“Wait what?” Matt raised his brows at Foggy’s statement, his cheeks turning ever so slightly pink at the thought of looking like a fool in front of you.

“Well that’s great. So you drove all the way here for nothing basically.” You gave a tight lipped smile, your fingers drumming against the table in slight irritation. “How convenient.”

“I’m sorry.” Foggy hissed. “Please don’t like fry my brain or anything like that.”

“Foggy, relax. I’m not going to do that.” You sighed, pushing the loose strands of hair out of your face before pinching the bridge of your nose. “I guess I’ll just stop by sometime tomorrow and pick it up.”

“Oh okay. Sounds like a plan.” Foggy smiled, internally excited to have you visit their office once again. “Can I uh-can I see your badge again.”

“Sure.” You pulled your leather badge case out of your coat pocket and handed it to him, watching with amusement as he flipped the thing open and stared starry eyed at your shiny golden badge like a little kid given a sticker.

“So cool.” Foggy gaped before handing it back to you.

“Well.” You cleared your throat, casting your eyes away from Matt. “I appreciate you guys dropping by to say hello, but I’m afraid I should retire for the night. It was nice seeing you Foggy. I’ll text you tomorrow to let you know when I’ll be on my way.” You got up from your seat, giving Foggy a smile and a pat on the shoulder before squeezing past them to find your dad.

Matt had not uttered a single word as you walked away, closing his eyes in despondency as your deep and woodsy perfume that reminded him of herbs and incense drifted past him like a faint reminder of the what he had lost. He knew you did not want to speak to him. It was obvious in your lack of words and the coldness you gave off like a thick and dense fog that blanketed an abandoned lighthouse. Matt know understood what you must had felt when he showed you that same coldness the last time he saw you. And there was nothing more he wanted than to apologize for what he had done.

By the time you reached your father at the bar, he had already finished his second glass of whiskey. You brushed off the concerned look he gave you, telling him it was nothing and that they just needed your help with a few things. After all, you weren’t exactly lying. After paying for your food you walked your father out to his bike, bidding him farewell before watching him leave into the blackness of the lamp lit streets. With a tired sigh, you turned around and headed towards where your car was parked, stuffing your hands in your pockets and staring at your feet against the pavement. A few cars had passed by to your right, either on their way home or on their way to work graveyard. It was quiet out, and the noise of the pub began to die out as you made your way down the block to where your car was parked at the end. You began to softly hum to yourself, kicking away some of the browned leaves that had fallen on the sidewalk until you had the sense that someone was following you. Sniffing the air, you picked up on a scent that you did not recognize. The unfamiliar smell belonged not only to one person, but two. You quickened your pace, hoping that the people were just coincidentally behind you in order to avoid any confrontation. But they did the opposite of what you had hoped for, they began to match your footsteps. With a swift movement, you ducked into the nearest alley on your left, hiding in the shadows to throw off whoever was on your trail.

“Yo. Where’d she go?” You heard one of them call out.

“I don’t know. She was just here.” You heard the other the other one say, his voice growing louder.

With your heart pounding in your chest, you heard a pair of footsteps approaching. And as you stared down at the dim lamp lit sidewalk, you saw the shadow of the person inch around the corner, slowly getting larger. In one quick move you grabbed the nearest person and pulled him into the shadows before slamming him against the brick wall, bringing your fist up just as two metal claws pierced through the layer of skin between your knuckles.

“Who are you?” You hissed, your claws glinting in the light as you pressed them closer to the neck of the man trapped in your hold, just enough to barely graze against his skin.

“Bucky?!” You heard the other man shout, whipping your head to the side to see him skid to a stop beside you, his eyes wide with horror as he stared at your hands. “What in the-“

“Who the hell are you? And who the hell is Bucky?”

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[klaill]

hey can someone please give me some whump, reader-insert fic recs of bucky barnes or matt murdock?

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The Darkness In Me || Story 3: Kingpin & Daredevil

-Kingpin!Matt Murdock x Vigilante!Reader-

Main Masterlist || Series Masterlist

🖤 Series Summary: You were shocked to find out your childhood friend turned out to be the Kingpin of the underworld, but you had to put those thoughts aside to bring him down. You were Hell’s Kitchen vigilante, its protector. There's no valid reason not to stop him. However, when your hidden feelings for him start to surface once more, how will you be able to even think about bringing him down?

🖤 Story Summary: Your night trying to save a kid takes a dangerous turn. Now fighting to stay alive after a possible life threatening injury, you soon find yourself face-to-face with the man that runs this city’s underworld: The Kingpin. Aka… your childhood friend.

🖤 Date: 12/06/23

🖤 Rating: Mature

🖤 Word Count: 12, 842 (Damn o-0)

🖤 Warning: Blood; Gore; Talks of Child Abuse; Child Death(s); Child Manipulation; Mental Break; Murdering and Allusion to Murder; Non Consensual Touching(?) Looks like it but its not); Seductive Talk; Implied Seductive Manipulation; Slight Karedevil; Implied Frank/Karen: Past Killing of a Love One; Talks of Betrayal; Death of a Love One; Dark!Matt; Yeah, Matt gets a fucking warning in this one (I mean, he ain't the Kingpin for nothing); Russian & Japanese Via Google Translate (not super accurate, I apologize). READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

-Let me know if I missed anything-

🖤 A/N: Oh boy, this was tough but fun to write! Hopefully nothing is too overwhelming for y'all. Alrighty then… we're finally getting to Matt's POV of things, which I honestly think I enjoyed writing more than reader's (*le gasp*). But yeah, here's a bit of the flirty and charming Matt Murdock we all know and love with a dash of darkness. Enjoy!

There’s no fucking way this was real. Was the first thing you thought. Maybe it was the next one. Or the next one, or– Oh, geez. You really didn’t know what to think. 

Here you are thinking the whole time that he’s the same as you; That despite your rough childhoods, you both managed to put the nightmares aside and build the life you guys wanted. You both had your hopes and dreams, you both got the jobs you desired, you both made a friend that had your back. But now…

You don’t know when or where or how this even happened. You don’t know why he’s on this route. You don’t know why you just watched him kill a man for screwing up his ‘responsibility’. You don’t even know what to think of this situation, what to think of…

Him.

Matthew Murdock, Your childhood friend; The person you were starting to feel more for. The person that was none other than–

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The King of Darkness himself.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

|| Four Days Ago || 

The doors slammed simultaneously, the both of you sighing as you laid back in the chair as your partner, Frank, rests his forehead against the steering wheel before lightly tapping it a few times. Your mornings had started off with a call of distress from an elderly man claiming that he had been robbed. Turns out, the poor man just had dementia. So after a talk with his son who stepped out to run an errand, they ended up back her with slight annoyance. 

Frank sighs again, finally bringing his head up. “I know he has health problems, but still… you think your stuff’s gone and you call 911?” 

“Yeah…” You rub your eyes, dark circles dusting them. “This is going to be a long day.”

“Of course it will be.” He starts the car, sitting up straighter. “Breakfast?”

“Please.” Like you could turn that down after not eating anything for a few hours straight.

He pulls away from the curb, driving in the direction of a local diner that he’s mentioned a few times. “So, Y/N… how are you adjusting to the move?” He said at his attempt at small talk (he didn’t speak much if he didn’t need to, you noticed, so I guess you could say this was a good sign).

“Me? I’m actually doing pretty good. I know how Hell’s Kitchen ticks so–” You shrugged. “Except for when some of the places I’ve been to have disappeared, I didn’t really need to adjust to anything.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You’ve been to Hell’s Kitchen before?”

Your eyes widened slightly in surprise. “Oh, shit. I guess I didn’t tell you. I was born here.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I lived here till I was eight.”

“Damn. So it’s been awhile.”

“Yep.”

“What made you move away in the first place?” Frank asked, making you pale. But he didn’t seem to notice since his eyes were on the road. “Y/N?”

“Uh, well…” You frown thinking about that day. You sigh, trying not to play with your hands like you were a kid. “My parents passed. Car accident, uh– Truck ran a red light and hit up straight on.”

“Oh, my god.” He begins, and you hold your hand up.

“Before you apologize for asking, don’t. You didn’t know.” 

“Yeah, but still.” He frowns worriedly. “You were… eight? That’s rough.”

“It was, but I had to accept it pretty quickly when I moved to California with my Aunt and Uncle.” You explain, feeling your heart clench at one of the names.

“Quickly?”

“My Aunt wasn’t the nicest woman.”

Frank scoffed, but not at you, but at everything else. “I got to hand it to you, Y/N, you turned out pretty well. To me, your story sounds like the makings of a villain’s origin.”

You chuckled. “So I’m not the only one to have that thought.” You reply, half joking as the car pulled into an open spot.

“I mean it though.” Frank says, turning the engine off. “You’re strong. Stronger than you think. I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost my family like that.” He opens his door. “Alright. Enough depressing shit. Let’s eat. I’m starving.”

You snort. “What? Did you not eat before your shift last night?” 

“You think I know how to cook?” He smirks. “I leave the cooking to someone else.”

“I could see that.” You teased, following him inside.

“Well it’ll be dinner when our shifts are over. We should get burgers.”

“I wish I could. Unfortunately I got dinner plans with friends.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Oh, Y/N!” Foggy shouts as soon as he spots you, standing up and waving you over. “So glad you could make it.”

“Well thanks for the invite.” You said, with a smile, hoping the makeup you put on hid how tired you were (Seriously, why did you talk yourself into being a vigilante and a cop at the same time?).

“Y/N, this is Marci.” He said, gesturing to his lovely wife, who shakes your hand.

“Hello, Marci. It’s finally nice to meet you.” 

“Likewise.” Marci said as you guys took a seat. “I swear, he talks about you more than Matthew does.”

“Hey, she gives me all the juicy details my dear friend leaves out. That’s all.” Foggy defends, making her roll her eyes playfully.

You chuckle. “So, speaking of the devil. Where is he?”

He frowns, almost feeling like it was somehow his fault. “Unfortunately, poor Matty can’t make it tonight.”

“No?” You copy his expression. “How come?”

“Says he’s got something important to do.” He sighs dramatically. “I swear he’s got some weird night time hobby. He’s always disappearing.”

“Sounds like something he would do.” You smirk as the joke rolls off your tongue. “You think he’s a secret mob boss or something?”

“Honestly, I was thinking more like Batman, but wouldn’t be surprised with that either.” Foggy said with a shrug, before picking up his menu. “Now, let’s eat. I’m starving.”

“Never heard that one before.” Marci said, hiding her laugh.

“Hey.”

This was nice. You finally made some acquaintances that you could now call your friends. Although this dinner would be a bit bittersweet without Matt, you couldn’t complain, you were just glad you were here, living the moment.

However…

Deep down…

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You still wonder what he’s doing.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Punch. Punch.

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“Is something going on with you? You know you can always talk to me.” Foggy said, clasping his friendly hand onto his shoulder with a warm smile.

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Punch. Punch.

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“I thought you were supposed to help me.” Wilson Fisk said as he stared in disbelief from across the table; his hands were aching to strangle his lawyer as they stayed handcuffed to the metal flat top.

“But I am helping you.” Matt replies, his calm complexion suddenly morphed into something wicked that even made the ex-mob boss shiver in his seat. “The Defense is just doing a better job than me.”

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Punch. Crack. Punch.

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“You’ve done a wonderful job, Matthew.” The older woman, who happened to be the leader of assaination group that took him in, Alexandra Reid, smile so proudly at him as she grasps his shoulders. “You… are the most perfect soldier I’ve seen in a long time.” She chuckles. “Go spread chaos, my love.”

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Punch. Crack. Pain. Whine. Punch.

.

“You fight well, kid.” His old and blind mentor said, making his heart skip with pride until… “But not well enough. You disappointment.”

.

Punch. Pain. Pain. Whine. Pain. Punch.

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“Is Mama really gone?” Matt croaked as held his father’s hand, laying in bed as his head started to go numb from the medicine. But he didn’t need sight to know what expression his dad was making.

“Yeah, Matty. She is.”

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Punch. Punch. Punch. Punch. Crack. Punch. Punch.

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“You really are leaving?” He asked, watching his best friend’s face morph into hurt and sadness.

“Yeah. I am.” You could feel yourself starting to cry. “But I don’t want to.”

He grabs your hand, holding it tight. “Then don’t. I don’t want to lose you. Don’t go.”

“Matty, I don’t have a choice. I have to go.”

.

Matt lets out a low growl as keeps pounding his fists over and over into his ‘sparring’ partner. In the boxing ring he had the man backed into one of the corners, flat on his bottom as blood sprayed everywhere; small bone fragments starting to stick out of his bruised flesh too, But he didn’t care. This was just someone he could easily replace, so he picked up the speed, turning the dial full. Striking over, and over, and over, and over again. And again. And again. And again. And–

“If you don’t stop you’ll cripple him. Or worse.” The blond Karen Page, his advisor, said as she entered the room, making him pause for a second.

“Should I care?” Matt snipped, voice sounding like acid that could melt anything it touches.

Karen’s jaw clenched, but she kept her composure. “You should care, seeing that our number of men is declining. Fast.”

Matt groans and punches the man again, surely KO-ing him this time. “I turn my head away for one second, and my men just disappear in a blink of an fucking eye. They’re all ending up on police departments’ doors so fast, It’s not even safe enough to let them go without some suspicion. Fuck!” He kicks him in the shin, getting a crack. “It’s all because of that fucking asshole in a mask! Do you have any idea where he came from?”

“No, sir. I asked around. Nobody knows. And the reports I… ‘borrowed’ shows that there’s no reports of a mutant, or superpowered individual other than Ghost-Spider in the last ten years or so.”

Matt pauses, thinking. “You think they come from out of state?” 

“It’s a possibility.” Karen quickly notices his silence. “Someone comes to mind, sir?”

“No. I was over stepping.” He sighs, holding out his hand as he’s thrown a towel. “Did the delivery arrive smoothly like I asked?”

“It’s on its way. Should be there soon.”

“Good.” He throws the towel around his neck. “I need a shower, and send someone to bandage him.”

“Shall I tell the driver the penthouse or regular?”

Matt pauses again for another second. “Regular. I need to go to work tomorrow.”

“Very well then. I’ll call him now.” Karen bows his head. “Goodnight, Sir.”

“Likewise.” He says, while exiting the ring and into the locker room, still burning with rage that keeps on growing. 

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Stretching out in your new pajamas, you casually let yourself float around your apartment, excitement (or I guess pride) ran through your veins as you read the next article about your alter ego ‘Daredevil’. The local news lately has been flooded with nothing but articles about you. The next one made you grin, some twenty year old blogger was geeking out how fast you were in some reports and sightings.

You chuckle, lips curling in a smirk. “Damn right, I’m fast.” You didn’t have enhanced speed for nothing. Besides that, you were also cursed gifted with levitation, superhuman reflexes and stamina, and lastly, psionics; Something that you can manipulate in many different ways. It wasn’t as glorious as when your mother would do it, but you were trying.

I wonder how Uncle Pietro would have felt if he knew I had his speed. You frown, shaking your head when a gruesome memory crosses your mind.

Gosh. Why am I living so much in the past all of sudden? Why is everything flooding in quickly? You’ve been pretty good about not reliving your past over the years, but now… you can’t seem to get away from it.

I wonder why? You perk up when a knock comes from your door. You rotated slowly and gently landed on your bare feet, trekking across the room.

“Coming!” You call out, fixing your top before opening the door. You were met with a familiar sight, just like when you had moved in you saw the white vase at your feet filled with the same color and number of Roses. Looking around with caution again, you saw no one before picking it up, plucking the note off one of the stems. This time it just had a single word which was–

‘Sorry.’

You furrow your brows. “What the fuck?” Did whoever sent them know that you were down to your last rose? Did this person know that getting these was intriguing to you? Did they know that this was secretly creeping you out as well?

You scoffed out loud.

Hell…

Why the fuck were you hanging onto the roses if they were driving you crazy anyway?

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Matt does his best the next day to hide the cuts on his hands, and bruises lingering on his body. Although he’s grown used to the smell of blood staining his flesh, he knows everyone else around him is not (And being a blind man certainly didn’t help his cause). He got dressed like usual, skipping the red suit for his normal, freshly pressed, black one. He slips on his shades, grabbing his cane and briefcase by the door before stepping outside; One of his men standing there just like always. Dressed in what looked like a ‘caretaker’ outfit, he puts on the bubbly personality he was instructed to do.

“Morning, Mr. Murdock.” 

“Morning, Anthony.” 

“Taxi’s here like you requested.” 

“Perfect.” Matt starts walking with his men a quarter step behind. Now since they’re out in public, it’s time to start speaking in code. “Still having dinner with the family later?”

“That’s the plan, but you know Brently and his boys are. They’re probably out adventuring around here, waiting to give me a scare.” His response made Matt mentally smile. 

His bodyguards were in their posts like they should be. “Well, we wouldn’t want that for you.” He plays along, feeling for the door handle before pushing it open to the outside world.

“Oh, and don’t forget, you have a doctor’s appointment tonight. A follow up.”

A meeting. He almost forgot about the meeting he set up weeks prior. “Ah, almost slipped my mind.” Matt admits, opening the taxi door to get in but—

The smell is what threw him off. This scent was completely different than what he was used to.

“Where ya heading to, sir?” The driver spoke, which was another unfamiliar thing. 

He frowns, hiding his worriedness. “Mr. Richards?”

“Mr. Richards’ sick. I’m taking his place today.”

And that makes Matt grow quiet, letting his other senses kick in. Other than the scent, he could hear the steady heartbeat slowly start to spike, the knuckles tightening their hold on the steering wheel, and the smell of ink lingering on the man’s neck. Now he’s realized what’s going on.

Sliding back outside, sensing his bodyguard looking at him with concern. “It’s a shame, Mr. Richards is sick.” Matt said, acting like he was scratching his neck but in reality was a signal. His bodyguard trails his eyes subtly inside, confirming what Matt thought the tattoo was. 

A logo for a rebel gang in the area. A real pain in his side, always gutting for him. I guess he should have seen this coming sooner.

“It is. I hope he feels better.” His bodyguard said, still with a smile. “Will you be taking a stroll instead?”

“I will.” Matt pushes away from the vehicle, heading in the direction he needed to go. “Just make sure you take out the trash for me.”

“Of course. I’ll see you later Mr. Murdock.”

Matt listened as his bodyguard shut the back door before getting in the passenger, and took out his side arm, politely telling him to drive. He wishes he could go back and laugh in his ‘kidnapper’s’ face. He’s been in this business long enough to know who he trusts and who he can gut. Even though it can be tiring…

The monster inside him sometimes enjoys the thrill of it all.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

He sighs when the knob doesn’t turn, and starts fishing around for his keys; His pocket was like a void sometimes. He brushes off your scent and footsteps as being part of his tired mind, so it still surprised him when you suddenly appeared next to him.

“Wow, look who’s late.” You say, with a cheeky look.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” He asked, pausing his actions (guess he should stop brushing the thought of you off).

“Thought I stopped by on my patrol of the neighbourhood. I brought bagels.” You hold the piping hot food up. “And if you’re wondering why the door’s still locked, Foggy had… lots to drink last night.”

He raises an eyebrow. “How hungover is he?”

“Well, not sure on that, but he did call me three times in the middle of the night to talk about the Yankees and how Darth Vader would be great at the sport.”

He chuckles. “Oh. So he’s that drunk.” He finally unlocks and opens the door. “I’ll make coffee.”

You smiled. “Sounds good to me.” 

He started the machine and you walked around again, being nosy as usual. The office still had its characteristics about it, enough to know what side was Matt’s and what side was Foggy.

God, I’ve spent too much time around them. You spotted a stack of papers nearby, printed on it is what looks like an ad and you let your curiosity get the best of you on this one.

“You going to start standing on street corners and pass these out?” You asked, before realizing you didn’t phrase it right. “Sorry. The fliers, I mean?”

He smiles. “I thought that’s what you meant. No, Foggy thought it’d be a good idea to get the word out more.”

“Is business not good or something?” You asked, worriedly. For being in a building like this you thought they had to be doing good. 

“Don’t worry, we are. But we want to branch out more. Marci’s job allows her to travel around New York City, so we’re going to have her put some up whenever she gets the chance.”

“Well that’s good.” You look back at it, admiring the work until something catches your eye. You noticed that each of the men had signed their names on the bottom right above the printed version of it, a nice warm idea to show how ‘cozy’ this place was. But that’s not what was stopping you; There was something… oddly familiar about Matt’s penmanship. 

Where have I–

“Coffee’s ready.” Matt announces, coming out from the kitchenette with two cups.

You smile, subconsciously folding the paper and tucking it away. “Thanks.” You take a sip, the cheap coffee actually tasting pretty good this time around. Then, you noticed something else about him, something more troubling as you jump into action. “You’re bleeding.” 

That catches him off guard. “What?”

“You’re bleeding.” You set your cup down before he could speak and roll up his sleeve. You noticed the deep gash on his forearm, not too big, just deep. You furrow your brows concernedly. “How’d you get this cut?”

Matt keeps his cool, the lie he tells rolls off his tongue with ease. “Curse of a blind man. Can’t see where I’m going.”

“Let me fix you up. Where’s the first aid kit?”

“Y/N, you don’t have to.”

“I want to. Where is it?”

“Y/N–”

“Don’t be a brat, Matty.” You slap him in the shoulder, holding back a laugh. “Where is it?”

Now he seems like he was trying to do the same thing. “Really? You’re bringing that name back?” He asked as you hum and nod. “Well… peaches, it’s under the sink.”

“Pfft.” You slap him again as you pass and mumble, “Can’t believe that name is still haunting me.” You grab the kit and examine his arm again, taking a better look. “Looks deep. I could stitch it up?”

“Nah, don’t bother. It’ll heal.” Matt says, trying to calm the nerves he could hear in your voice.

“But it’s deep. I really should.”

“Y/N, it’ll heal. Trust me. Just bandage it.” 

You comply against your better judgment, and start cleaning it up first. “You got some superpower I don’t know about?” You asked, ironically.

“Hmm, maybe, I don’t know.” He grins. “Wouldn’t little peaches like to know that.”

“Oh, my god. Stop.” You blush a bit. “You’re never going to let that go.”

“What? Like I said the last time, I think it’s adorable.”

“No, it’s not.” You shake your head, all embarrassed as you start applying the bandages. “What would you think if I started calling you ‘Bratty-Matty’ again?”

He chuckles, making your heart flutter. “You already did a few times.”

“In public.”

“Oh, well—”

“See? You’ll hate it.”

“No, not necessarily.”

You pause. “Huh?”

“Well, you know, in today’s environment it’s kind of–” His free hand tugs on your badge around your neck, getting closer. “Kinky.”

“Kinky?” You said, with a flush face and slightly intrigued (completely unaware that he could hear your heart racing with excitement). “I didn’t think little… Catholic Matthew Murdock would be into those things.”

His pulse skipped a beat, feeling your hand gently brush the injured one. “Well, we were just children so… we wouldn’t talk about adult stuff now, would we?”

“Oh, certainly not.” You feel his chest press against yours as he closes the gap. “You… like to talk about that stuff?”

“Only with the people I really admire.”

“Oh, yeah?” 

“Yeah.” His hand creeps up to the back of your neck, gently bracing you. 

You couldn’t help but moan a little from it, drawing a seductive smile from him. “Matty…”

“I kind of want to share that with you.” He whispers, trying to lock his lips to yours and–

Your walkie suddenly crackles, an order coming through.

You blush. “Sorry.” You reply, trying to unclip from your belt as he steps away to give you space.

“It’s okay.” He says, listening to you ask the operator to repeat and you to take it.

You sigh. “Geez, I’m sorry, Matt. I’ve got to go.”

“No, no. It’s okay. You’re still on duty.” 

“Okay. Thanks.” You start to leave, until you feel him get close to you again (and looking flustered once more).

Matt rubs the back of his neck like a nervous tick. “Hey, uh… would you like to… catch up some more? Just the two of us? Like… over dinner?”

Now it was your turn to be caught off guard. “Dinner?” You asked, making sure you heard that correctly. “Like uh… like a date?”

“I was thinking more of a play-date, maybe?” He replies with a half shrug.

“A play-date, huh?” You raise your eyebrow, grinning. “And where would this play-date partake?”

“Oh, I was thinking maybe that Sicilian place in that hotel off 5th?”

“That’s quite the restaurant. You sure?”

“My treat.”

“Alrighty then, hot shot. I’ll see you seven. I’ll wear something nice.”

“You could wear pajamas and I wouldn’t care.” He listens to you laugh a wave goodbye, standing in the doorframe of his office until he hears you no more. His expression fades away into something more serious now. “Brently.”

The office across the way, which was ‘up for lease’, opened up to one of his bodyguards who was awaiting a task. “You called, Boss?”

“Call Karen and tell her to move the meeting I have tonight to tomorrow.”

Brently’s face stays the same, but his tone shifts to concern. “Sir, would that be wise? I mean, they’ve been waiting weeks to have a word from you. You sure they won’t lash out?”

“They should know enough to not even try that. If not, handle it. Understood?”

“Understood.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Did Castle disappear again?” You asked an officer as you entered the office, noticing that he was not lounging around where his desk was. 

“Probably. I haven’t seen him all morning.”

“Figures.”

Seriously, where does he run off too? You should probably ask him, I mean he trusts you enough to tell you, right? You head into the women’s locker room, heading to the row in the back. You quickly examine to see if your lock has been tampered with before putting your bag inside. It’s kind of sad you had to watch you back here, a place you should feel the safest but you don’t. You lock it back up as you hear the door being opened, sounding like two officers coming inside, chatting.

“-surprised she’s not dead yet.”

“I know, right? I’m still amazed.”

You roll your eyes at the gossip and how they sounded like they were teenagers in high school. “Oh, boy…” You whisper, and start to leave, but–

“I wonder what Lieutenant Y/N did to the Boss for him to spare her so far.”

You froze, breath caught in your throat.

Wait, what? 

“I mean, how long has she been here with us? A month? Two?”

“That sounds about right.”

“I mean, she’s survived a lot longer than we expected. Remember Captain Trevor? He refused to follow the program and guess what? A day and a half later he was dead. Bullet embedded in his skull and they ruled it a suicide, but we all know what it is.”

“Yeah.” A sigh, and the next words were like a knife to your heart. “I feel bad for Castle. A hardened soldier like him still felt guilty about doing it. You could see it in his eyes.”

“Yeah. Poor Trevor too. He was young. Castle probably saw his own son in him.”

“Man, this sucks. How has the Lieutenant been living this long?”

“That’s what I’m saying. There’s got to be something to it.”

“I believe it.”

You continue to listen as they talk about something else before grabbing something out of their lockers and leaving. The whole time you had your hand cupped over your mouth, your face went pale. Frank had told you briefly about his ‘program’ kill but…

You didn’t think it would hit so deep. Now all you could think about now was–

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Why were you still alive?

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

You wore a cap sleeve red dress for your date, accompanied with black heels and a purse. You kept your makeup kind of light, and decided to style your hair long today with an exception of a clip for looks. Just as you finished putting some perfume on, you were surprised when you found Matt already at your door.

“Matty?” You said, taken back.

“The one and only.” Was his response, hold out his arm for you to take. “Ready to go?”

You knock yourself out of your trance (that of shock and how good he looked tonight) and lock the door. “Yeah, of course.” You take his arm and you both guide each other around down the apartment stairs.

“You smell good, by the way.” 

You blush. “Thanks.” Then you mentally slap yourself. “I just realize you can’t see what I’m wearing.”

“I can feel.” He fingers brush the fabric. “Silk?”

“I got it years ago when my precinct was doing this charity-gala event, and haven’t worn it since. It’s red by the way.”

“Ah. I always liked that color on you. Cherry?”

“Apple.” You answered as you get to the last step when the thought from earlier comes back. “Hey, how did you know where I lived?”

“You told me one time.” Matt replies, masking his panic pretty well (God, how did he forget that?).

“I did?” 

“Yeah.”

“Huh.” Maybe it was all those third shifts you’ve been doing lately. “You must have a better memory than I do, ‘cause I don’t.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

The restaurant was… way more fancy than you thought it was going to be. I know Matt said he’d treat you but Jesus H. Christ this place was way above your pay grade. The materials they used and decorations you could see knew they were attached to triple digits, and when a menu doesn’t bother showing you the price for something, you knew you were out of your league.

Now I feel kind of guilty mooching off of him. You thought, knowing he was a lawyer but still. Could he really afford this?

“Here’s some glasses for the wine.” Your server said, gently placing them on the table. You quickly now noticed the the brace on his forearm and out curiosity, you asked,

“Your hand okay?” 

“Oh, this? Yeah I’m fine. Lucky actually. I was getting mugged the other day.” He says, and you suddenly realize why he looked so familiar. 

“That’s awful. Sorry to hear that.” Matt replies, as the waiter shrugs.

“Like I said, I was lucky. Thank god that vigilante was nearby. Saved my ass. Just wished I could have thanked him.” You couldn’t help but smile a little while Matt mumbled something incoherent as he continued tracing his fingers over the braille menu.

What’s up with him? You wondered, before tuning back into what your waiter was saying.

“-So, have we decided what we’re eating tonight?” He asked, and the two of you placed your orders before handing the menus back. “I’ll have that out for you shortly.”

“Still not sold on Daredevil?” You asked, pouring a glass of wine for the both of you. 

He thanks you before answering, “Like I said, I just want the right guy to pay.”

“And you think he’s not doing a good job?”

“Well the media thinks he is. I’m not so sure myself sometimes. But I’ll admit, I admire how persistent he is.”

You pause before tilting your head, confused. “Persistent? What do you mean by that?” You took note how he looked like a deer in a headlight just as your waiter came out with the appetizers. By then the subject was changed, something less ‘intense’ and more lighthearted. And by the time your main courses came the two of you were laughing and enjoying yourself, feeling like you two were kids again. 

“Oh, man. I can’t believe you guys actually did that.” You said, mixing around your carbonara with your fork. “How did you and Foggy not get expelled?”

“Good…” He chuckles. “Good question. We really should have, to be honest.”

You hum, staring at him for a minute before feeling a twinge of guilt. You wanted to ask him something that’s been bugging you for a while, and you were not sure if it was the appropriate time or not. You set your utensil down, nervously. “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“It’s… kind of a debbie-downer.”

“You know I’ll answer it, Y/N.” He says, reassuring. “Shoot.”

Backing out crosses your mind, but you managed to encourage yourself to finally ask, “Why did you stop writing letters to me?” And then you saw his expression again, one that you didn’t know how to place. Why was he so surprised you were asking him certain things tonight? 

You watch him set his own fork down, eternally debating with himself as he takes a deep breath.

“Listen… Y/N, I–”

The sound of something shattering caught both of your attentions, followed by hush voices before it got really loud.

“I know he’s in here! I recognized his cars outside! His people!” A man shouted, his thick accent lingering. A worker shouted at him to get back as he entered the dining hall, catching everyone’s eye now.

“What’s going on?” You said, missing the way the brunette clenches his fists (‘Cause unlike you, he knew exactly who this was).

“I know you’re in here! Тащи сюда свою задницу, ублюдок!” (*Get your ass over here, Bastard!)

“What the hell is babbling about?” You asked, recognizing it was Russian, but didn’t understand it. You watched him get pulled away by a few people, still shouting and kicking like a child throwing a fit. “What do you think that was all about?”

Matt’s hands twitched and ached in his lap, unbeknownst to you. “Um… I don’t–” But then his phone rings, this time you could see the bit of annoyance on his features as he pulls it out.

[‘Brently. Brently. Brently.’]

The automatic voice chimed over and over until he picked it up.

“Sorry. Let me take this.” He says, before you have any say. “Hello?” You watch him talk, the annoyance on his face seemed to progress that was starting to rub off on you. “Alright, then.” He hangs up with a sigh.

“Who’s Brently?” You asked, slightly irritated (and you would be more if he knew he was going to lie next).

“Uh, client. Um, he’s in some legal trouble, I, uh… gotta go bail him out.” Matt replies, scooting his chair back.

You blink in surprise. “What?” 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I gotta take responsibility for this.”

“To bail your client out?” He shakes his head, causing you more confusion. “Doesn’t he have a family? Why did you call you to bail him out?”

“Well, I’m… his lawyer, and he calls me so it falls on me.”

Now that just sounded like a load of bull to you. You frown. “So? Make him wait, or call Foggy then. We’re–”

“Foggy’s out with Marci. Don’t want to bother him.” Matt says, cutting you off.

“And we’re not… out? Together? Like him and his wife?”

“Y/N, I’m really sorry, I’ll make it up to you, but this is important.”

Now that got your blood boiling. “And this is not?” You asked, standing up yourself and walking away with him calling out your name like a broken record.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Matt was really surprised that you let him even open the taxi door for you, but he knew you weren’t looking his way with your arms cross and head down with rage (he honestly couldn’t fucking blame you for acting like this). He then walked around and told the driver your address, and told him to drive safe which he complied.

“You Mr. Richards son?” He asked in a low tone that you couldn’t hear.

“Yes, I am.”

“Is he doing better?”

“A little banged up, but he’s alright. Should be back in a few days, Sir.”

“Good.” Then he made a face that makes anyone’s skin crawl. “You make sure nothing happens to her, or I’ll gut inside out and mail it to your dad as a ‘get well’ gift. Understood?”

The driver pales and nods before driving away. Matt then gets in a black tinted SUV, fuming in his seat as his bodyguard rolls the privacy screen down to talk.

“Page has Mr. Anatoly, Boss.” 

“Where are they heading?” He asked, hands aching again as he bounces his leg to confine his anger inside. 

“Usual spot. Shall I drive you over there?”

“Yes.” A grin. “Please.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Here’s a twenty.” You said, as the taxi pulled up to your apartment. “Just keep the change.”

“Uh, no need, uh… Your date paid for it.” The driver explained, waving it off.

You roll your eyes. “Of course he did.” You mumbled, getting out of the vehicle quickly as he bid you goodnight. Well…

That had to be one of the worst dates you’ve ever been on (and you’ve been on a lot). You threw your purse on the kitchen counter, kicking off your heels somewhere in the dark hall before sliding down to a sitting position against the wall. You get that he had an important client, but did he really have to take priority over him rather than spending a nice evening with you? Or better question… Why did he look like you caught off guard so many times tonight? 

What are you hiding, Matt? And that was a question that was burning like candle light.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Karen was sitting in the back of another SUV listening to how Anatoly, the Russian mob member, went on and on about something (to be frank, she was only half listening).

“You were right to reach out to us, although, since we’re being truthful, a call would have been more appropriate.” Karen explains, feeling slightly sorry about what was going to happen to this man.

“Look, I… I wanted to speak with him in person. Try to put the past behind us.” The Russian said, getting a hum which was right on cue for the vehicle to stop. “Why are we stopping?”

“They say the past is etched in stone, but it isn’t. It’s… smoke trapped in a closed room, swirling, changing. Buffeted by the passing of years and wishful thinking.” Karen starts poetically saying. “But even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant. The past can… never be completely erased. It lingers. Like the scent of burning wood. And it’s my job as his advisor to make sure everything just… lingers.”

Anatoly gives her a strange look, which Karen ignored to answer a call.

“Sir?” She said, listening closely. “Yes, passenger side.”

“Was that him?” The Russian asked, hopeful.

“Yes. He’d like to have a word with you.”

Anatoly nods and mumbles something in his native tongue seconds before the door flies wide open. To his shock, an angry Matt Murdock reaches inside and yanks him out, throwing him viciously on the ground. 

“You embarrassed me.” Matt snarls, even with his shades on you knew there was bloodlust in those blind pupils. “You fucking embarassed me infront of her!” And throws a punch.

They both exchange some hits, equally spilling some blood, however, at one point, Anatoly pulls out a knife, swinging it defensively. What thought could do some damage, he ends up seeing the Kingpin’s suit was barely touched by the blade.

Surprising him again, Matt had him pinned against the vehicle, breaking his wrist the weapon was in. “Мне бы хотелось, чтобы ты просто позвонил. Я бы дал тебе пропуск. Но нет…” He hisses, cradling the sides of the Russian’s head (*I wish you had just fucking called. I would have given you a pass. But no…). “Ты только что выкопал себе чертову могилу.” (*You just had dug your own fucking grave.)

He then starts banging his head on the side of the car a few times before tossing him back at the ground. Anatoly desperately tries to crawl to the car, begging Karen to help in Russian, but Matt’s advisor made no movements that she would at all. Instead, Matt drags Anatoly by his hair, laying him between the floor and the door…

Then slams it hard.

And over.

And over.

And over.

And over.

And over again.

As blood bathed the concrete with its glorious red color, Matt never stopped until his enemy’s head was completely taken off. 

Inhaling heavily, body still tense as Karen walks over carefully, offering her Boss her handkerchief.

“Tell Mr. Potter, I’ll need a new suit.” Matt said after a moment, and wiped his face clean.

Karen nods with a hum. “What about this?” She asked, gesturing to the body behind them.

“Keep it. Freeze it. Let his brother worry for a few days, and will pull the cards if we have to.”

“Which cards, if I may ask?” 

“Send it to Vladimir to show who really runs this city, or…”

.

.

.

“We blame it on Daredevil.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Alright, listen up. Last night, a father was driving home with his son until they were surrounded by unidentified men.” Your police chief said as you all were gathered around the office. You knew by how tense he was this was going to be some tough news to swallow. “Those men beat the poor dad and kidnapped the kid. Griffin Banks. Eight years old, he has curly brown hair and brown eyes; about 5 feet tall, 86 pounds, and was last seen wearing his little league uniform. Your jobs are to find him quickly and bring him home safe. Understood? – Great. Off you all go!”

And then all of you scattered like ants, hopefully to get some kind of lead, some kind of evidence of where he was but… 

“This shit’s going nowhere.” Frank complained, after a few hours of tiredly searching. You couldn’t blame him for complaining about this, because you too were feeling the same way.

If only I had heard about this last night when I was on the street. I could have been looking already. You went out as Daredevil last night to clear your head after that disastrous date and didn’t come across any crime or hear anything to spark your interest. You thought that was a good thing, you thought maybe the criminals finally understood that you weren’t leaving, but now you realize that the reason was entirely different. 

Did everyone in the underworld know about this kid? Was this an act of war or treason? You still weren’t a hundred percent sure how everything ran, but you did know that not everyone in the shadows worked or agreed with the Kingpin, so maybe this was a way to get back at him.

But why an innocent kid of all things? 

“Let’s try around the park again.” You said, heading back for the car.

“Again? Y/N we just came from there.” Frank said, as you shake your head.

“Maybe we missed something. I want to check.”

“Y/N. Hey, wait. Y/N–” He grabs you by the shoulder to stop you from entering his car. “Wait. Look, I know you want to catch this guy, I get it, but we can’t keep going back to the same place over and over again, it’s not doing us any good.”

“Yeah, but what if we’re missing something?” You asked, forming a look of desperation in your eyes that means so much more. So much more that he actually understands it.

His face softens. “Y/N, I know that look, you’ve been through this before haven’t you?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, breaking eye contact. “I just want him to be alright. I couldn’t save the last one.” You explain, voice quivering at the end.

“Hey, I get it. We all have a similar case every once and while, and it gets to us. I understand how you feel. However, if you keep running in circles, and getting inside your head, you’re not going to be able to do much. You’re going to make the same mistakes.”

“I know, but–”

“Go take a break. Go clear your head, then come back to the precinct.”

“Frank–”

“There are a hundred or so other officers looking for this kid. You can take a rest.”

“Frank–”

“Please.”

And how could you say ‘no’ when Frank reminded you of your old partner Max here? He was making the same thoughtful, worried expression that made you want to break and asked for a hug. 

You wanted to say ‘no’, to show them both that you could handle it, to show that you’ve grown but… You can’t.

You haven’t grown one bit since then.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Fancy seeing you here.” 

You take your face out of your hands, looking up from your spot in the waiting area. You decided on getting a quick bite before you head back. “Foggy?”

“Thought I get some grub myself.” He said, sitting down next to you, waiting as well. “Rough morning?”

I guess he could tell how messed up you felt. “You could say that.”

“Is it because of that missing kid?”

“Yeah.” You said, as you laid your head against the wall. “Guess word got around quickly.”

“You guys will find him.” He gives you a reassuring look. “I have faith.”

You scoffed. “You have more faith than I do.”

He looks proud of himself while replying, “Hey, It’s what I do best.” 

“What about you?” You cast him a glance. “Did you and Matt sort out that client issue?”

Foggy tilts his head, eyebrows scrunched together. “Issue? What issue?”

“The client issue.” You realize he didn’t know what you were talking about and continue trying to specify. “Matt and I went out last night but he cut it short; Told me he had to leave because of work. An issue with a client.”

“Issue with a client? I don’t recall a current issue with anybody.” Foggy says, honestly, as he scratches his head to think. “Are you sure that’s what he told you?”

“I’m dead serious.” You sit up straighter. “You seriously have no idea what I’m talking about?”

“No, I’m sorry, Y/N. I would know if we had an issue, I mean, we’re partners; Fifty-Fifty, you know? But if he comes into the office later I’ll ask him about it.”

You let his words sink as he excused himself to grab his food. You were… baffled. Completely fucking baffled. Did Matt really lie to you last night? And for what? He didn’t want to be there with you anymore? Did he think you were being nosy? Did he not like you in the way you thought he did? Whatever the reason was, it didn’t matter…

You were going to be pissed off anyway.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

“Take the bag off.” Matt snarls as he enters the freezer. His bodyguard complied, showing their enemy off for him to ‘see’. “If you’re smart you’ll make this quick. Where’s the kid you took?”

The Russian grinned, his teeth stained red with lips full of blisters. “Like hell I’ll tell you. Not until you agree to meet with Vladimir like you promised!”

“Where’s the kid?” He tried again, patience thinning out already.

“Fuck. Off. 3асранец.” (*Asshole)

Matt hums. “So not smart? Not a shocker.”

“Hey, I’m not the one who backed out at the last minute. I don’t know what was so important last night that you just had to miss it.”

“Well, all of us have lives, you know.”

He laughs. “A leech like you? Have a life? I find that hard to believe.” Another chuckle. “We know you so well that Vladimir had us on standby to take a kid.” And another. “We know you have a little soft spot for them.”

But Matt stays calm, eerily calm that could make anyone’s skin crawl. “Just Vladimir? So did his brother not have any say in that?”

“What?”

“You know, Anatoly paid me a visit last night. He actually interrupted my important event. If your bosses had such a… grand plan, how come one of them came looking for me?”

He scoffed under his breath, mumbling, “Цифры. Анатолий всегда был нетерпеливым.” (*Figures. Anatoly was always the impatient one.)

This makes Matt grinned. “Ah, so you guys have no idea? Do you?”

“Know what?”

“Что я тоже нетерпелив.” Matt says while snapping his fingers (*That I am also impatient). The meat hooks were shifted around until it was a headless body that appeared, but that didn’t shake the Russian too much until someone pulled out the body’s severed head from a box of ice. 

The man paled. “O Боже…” (*Oh God…)

“Понимаете?” Matt asked, the same expression staying (*You see?). “Мне плевать, какой у тебя статус. Ты меня злишь, я убью тебя.” (*I don’t care what status you are. You make me angry, I’ll kill you)

“You really are a monster.” He says, trying to keep it together.

“Yeah, I know. And with no regrets too. Now…” Matt’s face falls. “Where’s the kid?”

“Like I’d ever tell you after what you just did! 3асранец!” He snaps before spatting in his face. (*Asshole!)

Matt stays quiet, and calmly wipes the red spite from his face. “Otomo.” He calls out to the deepest part of the freezer, a person dressed in an all black ninja outfit. “Kare o korose.” (*Kill him). The assassin nods, unsheathing his blade which was enough to get the Russian to wiggle in his restraints and start begging.

“W-Wait! Wait! Wait! What about– No. No–”

“Dispose the body anyway you can.” Matt orders as he turns to leave the cold, until…

“Ты хочешь остановить Сорвиголову, верно?!” (*You want to stop Daredevil right?!)

As soon as those words were spoken, the Kingpin stopped in his tracks. It was only until he turned back around, the Russian started laughing with hysteria and joy.

“I know you do. We all do.” He pants and swallows. “Этот парень... он поможет любому. И я гарантирую, что он захочет спасти ребенка. Пусть все это ускользнет…” (*This guy... he’ll help anyone. And I guarantee he’ll want to save the child. Let this all slide…) He chuckles with a painful smile. “Я-я упущу это, и вместе мы сможем поймать Сорвиголову. Разве это не было бы красиво?” (*I-I let this slide, and together, we could trap Daredevil. Wouldn’t that be beautiful?)

The man prayed that this would work, and his spirits seemed to be lifted when the King of Darkness smiled.

“No one else saw you take him?” Matt asked one of the guards who shook his head. “Huh. You know…” He shifted the weight on his cane. “I like that idea. It is beautiful. Slightly risky, but beautiful.” Then he flickered his blind gaze back to his assassin. “Kare o korose.” (*Kill him)

Then he spun on his heels again and left, the door shutting behind the screams that his sensitive ears could still hear. He maneuvered around the place, listening to his adivisor’s heels click around behind him at the pace he told her to as he finds a sink to clean his soured face.

“So you’re going forward with his suggestion?” Karen asked, hands behind her back, waiting.

“It’s a little far-fetched, but if Daredevil catches wind of the kid, we actually can kill two birds with one stone.” He said, running the very idea over and over in his head. “Any updates?”

“Your phone’s been blowing up. The personal one.”

“Calls?”

“Texts mostly.”

“Who’s it from?” He asked her, as she pulled it out of her pocket and reread it over.

“Foggy.” She replies, watching him stop drying his face.

“Is it important?”

“Might be.”

“Might be?”

“He wants to know what client issue you had last night, and says you should contact Y/N.” She frowns. “Apparently she’s pissed at you for leaving last night.” He mutters something under his breath that she didn’t hear before she decided to take a step forward. “Forgive me if I’m stepping over a line, and I know she’s a long time friend, but she’s also a cop; A cop that hasn’t been linked with your program yet, and has been begging for you to tell her yourself, which I know you won’t.”

“Your point is, Karen? Matt asked, throwing the towel aside.

“What if this works out like you hope, and you reveal to her that you’re the Kingpin, then what? You expect her to be okay with it? Expect her to accept it without a little blackmail on the line?”

A brief pause. “No.”

“Exactly. She’ll try to take your ass to court, better yet she’ll try to shoot you dead. I just don’t want a repeat of last time.”

And the haunting memory flashed before him. He didn’t think it could still hurt so much. “I appreciate your concern, but I’ll figure that out later. But what about you? How’s your task going?”

“Still growing strong like you asked.” Karen said as he cups her jaw with a smile. “He trusts me a lot.”

“Good. Good. I’m glad to hear that.” He says, while slowly tracing her red lips with his thumb. “Even if, and that’s a big if, Castle ever thinks that he’s out of my control, he’s not, not if you’re on him like a thorn in his side. Right?”

“Right.” 

He hums, and lightly ghosts her arm with his fingertips drawing a small sound from her. “Bet you’re imagining me as him. Hmm?” He pulls her head down closer, his lips right next to her ear. “Keep seducing Castle for me, okay? I don’t care if you catch any feelings either, as long as you know he’ll still be between my fingertips, then I’ll let that slide. Understood?”

She makes a sound again, eyes half lid. “Understood.”

“Good.” Then he gently bites the side of her lower lip, kitty licking the bruise before pulling away. “Tell the driver to bring the car around while I make a call.”

With a shaky breath she says, “Yes, sir.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

The voicemail still buzzed in the back of your head as you came bursting through your window, barely having the mental strength to lock as you started shedding your DD suit as you walked towards your bathroom.

*Beep*

[ ‘Hey, Y/N. Look, I know you’re upset, and you have every right to be, but please just… Can you just call me back and just listen to what I have to say? Please? I just… I know I messed up. I’m sorry. Please call me back when you get the chance.’ ]

*Beep*

You kicked off the last pair of clothing as you crawled into the shower turning the hot water on, letting it run on your hunched over back with your forehead against the tiles.

These few days have sucked. First your date leaves you high and dry, then you find out he lied, and now you can’t even find a missing kid whether your Daredevil or Detective L/N. It…

It really hurts.

This task… hits… close to home.

You hold back the tears you felt, and hold back the urge to sob as you let your fingers trace the scar on the base of your neck, remembering how it got there. 

.

It was stupid mistake. 

You should have waited for your partner instead of running off on your own. 

You’re an idiot. You’re an idiot. You should have waited. You should have waited. You–

You honestly thought the universe would grant you this. To grant you a chance to catch the man you’ve been hunting for weeks; To catch the man that’s been stealing those kids and doing heinous things with them. You needed to catch him, you begged to catch him but…

No.

No you can’t.

As soon as you spotted him you ran like hell after him, ignoring as your partner Max yelled your name. You had blinders on, you’ll admit, but you don’t want that man to take another kid, to steal yet another kid’s future. No.

Not on your fucking watch. However–

He catches you by surprise, and suddenly your whole world is on its side as you free fall, hitting something sharp and painful on the way down. Now you’re laying on the ground, your spine feeling funny as you feel the pool of blood grow around your head, your ears ringing like they’re dying out.

Damn it. You thought. You really thought you had this one in the bag as you started to fade to black just as your partner’s voice broke out into a scream. A scream that you know was–

.

“Fuck!” You yelled, and swiped off all the bottles off the shelf and let it rattled to the tub floor (you know you probably just woke up your downstairs neighbour but you couldn’t care less). You sigh heavily, holding the sides of your head.

.

.

.

Tonight was going to be a long night for you.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Frank’s fingers glided over his phone for the millionth time this morning. You haven’t arrived at all this morning which was so not like you (Especially since you were so desperate to solve this case). He waited a few minutes before texting again:

[ Forget what precinct you work at or something? Where are you? ]

He just wants something from you, even if you respond with an emoji that he’ll have to decipher.

Come on, Y/N. At least tell me you’re staying home. One of his fears right now was you doing something drastic. After his conversation with you yesterday he decided to look up what was scaring you, and that was the case you took just a few years out of the academy, the same year you became a detective. A criminal that had been taunting you and your partner for months, and when you finally had him, the night ended with you getting a near death injury… and another kid getting killed.

Poor girl. I just wish you didn’t have to get demoted here. You’re too good for this place. His thoughts were interrupted when his phone finally dinged with a message from you.

[ Detective Stubborn: Ate something bad last night. Stomach’s killing me. ]

He sighs with relief, whether that was true or not, he’s just glad to know you’re away from here.

[ Feel better. ]

He just really, really hopes you stay home and clear your mind.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

But of course… why would you?

After planning all day and looking over very little evidence you had you decided to go out as soon as the sun started to set. You had to rough up a couple of street thugs to get some more solid evidence, but eventually it was enough for you to figure out where they took the boy.

The warehouse district.

You floated through one of the skyline landing without a sound, and the rest  of your mission honestly became a bit of a blur. Why? Well… as you rushed around through each warehouse undetected until you actually found the kid, your enemies, when they finally noticed you, didn’t seem very fond of you poking your nose in their business. Now you’re running like hell, a kid in your arms as you tried shielding him from every bullet that came your way. You tried levitating a few times when you found yourself up high and trying to cross a beam or a walkway, but you’ve never actually flown with someone in your arms so you’re out of practice.

Come on, Y/N. Remember bootcamp, Remember your first rescue mission, you know how to carry someone to safety. Which was true, but all those other times weren’t with you being pelted with bullets from an angry mob.

You felt the kid grip your outfit tighter making you say, “It’s okay. It’s okay. Everything will be okay.” You just kept repeating that comfortingly as you made three small crates float and fly to knock the men out of your path. You kicked one of the guys in the head when he tried to get up, sprinting again. If you can just get to the edge of the building, you’ll be home free.

Trekking across a catwalk, you used your abilities to conjure up a quick shield to block before surging the power outwards, knocking the gunmen off his feet and over the railing, plummeting into the overly packed room of wooden crates from overseas (you’re not sure if you really wanted to know what the Russian mafia was importing). You fought a few more guys that dared to intervene, dared you to stop and surrender and be killed.

You could see the finish line, you could feel the boy relaxing your arms as he sees it too; You were finally going to complete the mission that’s been haunting you for so–

You heard something rattle and roll behind you.

You just had enough time to look at what it was before putting a shield up, the tiny thing exploding your whole world.

.

.

.

.

When you came back around, an excruciating pain ran through your body, a pain that was so unbearable that you didn’t want to move. The explosive you managed to shield took out the catwalk you were on and everything close by. You fell all the way down with debris dusting your face, still holding onto the kid before blacking out. Now… you laid on the floor, your head shaking as you urged yourself to look down, finding what was causing the pain.

 A metal bar was sticking out from your abdomen.

You somehow didn’t scream, maybe because you felt like you were going into shock, or maybe you were shouting and haven’t noticed yet.

Oh, god, I’ve– wait… the boy… Trying not to black out when you turn your head to look, and about a foot away was the boy who had bounced off your body during the fall. Your heart would have caught in your throat if he didn’t see his chest moving, but it was.

He’s alive. You sighed with relief, but here comes the tricky part. How are you going to move and save him with this pole in your stomach? You groaned loudly as you tried to move, arm reaching out in the attempt to at least shake him awake, trying to tell him to run if you’re truly stuck.

“Uh, Gr-Griffin… g-get up. W-Wake… up. Please…” You croaked, yet it doesn’t seem like the sleeping boy can hear you… but someone else could.

But as you shifted again, pain shooting out as the metal shifted with you, that’s when you noticed someone coming over in the corner of your eye. One of the Russians had come over, checking if you were still alive which was plain as day now. You watch his eyes go between you and the child for a few seconds before grinning like a maniac. 

Your eyes widened when you saw the gun in his hands. “No.” You whimpered with your fingertips glowing red, right as he shot a bullet into the kid’s head. “No!!!” You couldn’t believe what you had just witnessed. Would this have happened if it didn’t–

Then he pointed the weapon at you, out instinct or adrenaline your abilities shifted the gun towards him, firing his own bullet into his own skull.

His body dropped like it was made of bricks, the gun sliding inches away from him, causing you to nearly throw up in your mouth. I mean, you were a cop after all, so of course you’ve had to shoot a person or two but this was…

Messing with your fucking head.

You could hear shouting in the distance, which was enough for you to kick it high gear again and try to move. First things first was trying to get this damn bar out of your stomach. 

How the fuck– wait– let’s see– You concertrated the best you could as you redirected all the energy you had into yanking it out (doing it quickly probably was the best idea but you didn’t have much time). The bar rattled next to you, a pool of red oozing out as you rolled to your side feeling the blood rise to your throat. You quickly moved to all four, pulling your mask down to cough up the rest of the red. Sweating and heaving, you felt like you had no energy left to move, but you needed to. You could hear them coming.

As you got up to your feet, your knees nearly buckled but yourself forward where you noticed some stairs going up. Ripping and pushing your hood against your wound as you started to climb, hoping you weren’t leaving too much of a blood trail. 

Just as you got to the top you heard the voice grow near, and you managed to slide yourself into a place that no one could see from below. You just needed to stay hidden long enough for them to leave to make your escape (whenever that was). However, you never thought after searching for a few months that you would actually get to see the man they call ‘Kingpin’.

You peaked out watching two very different groups of people arrive. The Russians looked slightly surprised when the Underworld’s Ruler showed up, dressed in the red suit that you’ve heard about on the street. He walked like he owned the place, his black cane with gold trim was like the piece that tied his whole look together. He stopped with his back towards you, with many of his men standing around as, what you tell was, the Russian mob’s leader came face-to-face with Kingpin.

“3асранец. Now you show your face.” The leader, Vladimir snaps (*Asshole). 

“Well, seeing how this is my turf now, I have to show my face.” Kingpin said, making you perk up with confusion.

Why does his voice sound–? But your thought trails off as you watch Vladimir scoffing in disbelief.

“Your turf? You think we just… ‘mess up’ and you take over?”

“Well, I certainly don’t need to see that–” Matt points to the mess the explosion made. “You pretty much destroyed most of your cargo.”

Vladimir frowns, shifting his weight. “I’ll admit, I wish my men didn’t blow up half the warehouse. But I will give him a pass because he was trying to stop our rat.”

He raises an eyebrow. “A rat?”

“Yeah, a rat.” Vladimir smiles a little. “I had a feeling Daredevil would come for the kid. Why wouldn’t you if it makes you feel good?”

Matt clenches the top of his cane, keeping his composure from the neck up. “Daredevil was here?”

“Still here, I think.” The Russian points to the bloody puddle on the floor. “There’s a pipe laying next to a large amount of blood. In my experience, getting impaled you don’t get very far.”

His frown deepens, grip tightening. “And the kid? I smell two bodies with no heartbeats.” Then his whole aura changed into something darker, suffocating. “Tell me, are those your men?”

Vladimir paled, and tried to keep the discomfort off his face. He didn’t want to answer, even he knew staying silent wouldn’t be a good idea. “One of them.”

“One of them?” 

“Why do you care? It could have been Daredevil! She could have pulled the trigger!”

Matt didn’t say anything as he cast his blind gaze at the corpses before saying, “No. His scent is the only one on the gun and its bullets. So the kid’s death is in your hands.” But then he pauses, realizing something. “Wait. She?”

“Yes. My men said they saw Daredevil upclose, says the stature’s too small and not burly enough to be a man.” Vladimir replies, making Matt hum in response. “I guess something good did come out of this after all. We finally have more evidence of what we’re up against.”

And those words were his signature for his own death. 

The room got really cold, and energy felt suffocating. Everyone present began praying that they’ll be spared.

Matt grits his teeth, shaded eyes growing hungrier. “First you embarrassed me, now you insult me? I’m not even sure what to say anymore.” He says, snapping his fingers as his bodyguards shoved Vladimir to his knees, the end of a barrel being pressed in his face. The other Russians tried to make an advance, but they were outnumbered, making them slowly raise their hands over their heads.

“Давай, мужик.” Vladimir said, as Matt made a tsking news (*Come on, Man).

“Don’t ‘come on, man’ me. You brought this upon yourself. I mean–” Matt chuckled dryly, lowly, scary. “All you and your brother had to do was just wait the next day for our meeting. But no, you had to go out and throw a tantrum, you had to go out and kidnap a kid that has no meaning to any of us.”

Vladimir scoffs. “No meaning? It always has some meaning to you. Don’t act like you haven’t kidnapped someone’s kid before.”

“And I’m not. I know what I’ve done. But unlike you, when I kidnap someone there’s meaning to it, a purpose. Like when I… ‘picked up’ our DA’s lovely daughter after soccer practice, and said we were good friends. And like any child, she believed it.” Matt smiled just a little before it faded in an instant. “However… she never ended up like that.” He gestures to the body on the floor. “You get what I mean?”

The Russian growls. “3асранец.” (*Asshole)

“You can keep calling me an asshole all you want, but you know I’m right.” Matt sighs. “I just wish your brother was like you.”

Vladimir’s breath caught in his throat. “What did you do?”

“Nothing that your brother didn’t deserve. He did interrupt a very important date I really care about. I’m honestly surprised he found the restaurant I was in.”

Brother? Interrupted? Restaurant? You thought, wondering why this sounds so familiar. 

“What. Did. You. Do?!” Vladimir shouted, baring his teeth as the King of Darkness lips curled into a mischievous grin.

“Like I said, nothing he didn’t deserve.” Matt snaps his fingers again, this time summoning someone over who was holding up a duffle bag. He reaches inside and pulls the brother’s head out by his hair (You had to hold back from gasping loudly at the sight).

Vladimir nearly broke down on the spot. “Anatoly…”

“I really wished he had just called, I wouldn’t have resorted to such manners.” Another sigh. “I even had to lie to my date that I had to go bail him out.”

And that’s when your whole world collapsed.

No. You thought, shaking your head as everything started to click in place.

No. No. This has to be fake. I have to be sleeping. This can’t– But you can’t deny what was plain as day. You didn’t have to see his face to know it was him. I mean, he had a cane you thought was just for fashion, he had shades on that you thought was just part of his look, but you can’t deny that his voice is the same, you can’t deny that the missing pieces had formed a whole. 

But then his name rolled off your lips as you stared with disbelief.

“Matt…” You whispered, and as soon as you did, his head snapped your way. 

Tensing up and pushing yourself further into the shadows, you slapped your hand over your mouth as your heart pounded in your ears.

There’s no way he heard me… right? However, that couldn’t be a coincidence. There’s no way you just mutter his name and then look your way. It’s too much of a coincidence for it not to be true. But does that mean–

Can Matt… hear anything? Does he have abilities like me? You didn’t know what to think as he went back to his conversation with the Russian mob leader.

His perplexed expression changed back to the grin as he continued to taunt the man before him. “Now do you understand why people don’t cross me?”

“You’re a monster.” Vladimir replies, voice filled with venom. “You’re a fucking monster.” 

“I know.”

“You won’t get away with this. When people hear about what you’ve done, there’s no way the others are going to let this go.” The Russian clenched his fists. “My people, even if I’m gone, they’re not going to put up with this. Same with the Doctors, S.I.L.K., the Chinese, the Japanese–”

“The Japanese?” Matt said with a laugh. “Oh, they work for me.” And he almost laughed again when he saw his prey’s face pale again in shock. “Yeah. You see, they raised me. The Hand taught me everything I know, and helped me rise to this position.”

What does he mean he was raised by the Japanese? You managed to think after slowly coming over your shock. You knew his mother died in the accident that blinded him, and he mentioned his dad pasted as well, and–

Wait…

Matt never told me when his father died. Does that mean he was young enough to be taken in by someone? Someone like… You couldn’t even finish the sentence. You’ve heard bits and pieces about The Hand on the street. You knew they were hardcore, highly skilled and basically an assassination group; People you didn’t want to mess with.

So does that make Matt… an assassin? 

“You really have power in everything.” Vladimir said, head hanging low.

“Pretty much.” Matt said, proudly.

“Then I guess… I’ve got nothing else to do than follow you.” 

“Follow me?” The blind man scoffed. “Oh, Vladimir, you lost your chance at that. You’ve already proven to me that you have no loyalty, that you only think about yourself.”

“Mr. Murdock–”

Matt cut him off by holding his hand up, and staying quiet for just a moment. “I really wanted to like you Vladimir, that hard head of yours I could have used for so many things but…” He sighs and stays silent again. 

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And then you watch him plunge his sword into the side of Vladimir’s head.

Your pupils shrunk and you felt all the air get sucked out of you. You–

Matt slowly pulls his weapon out, letting his bodyguards drop the body to the floor. He just stares again, almost like he was basking in what he just did.

Oh, my god… he just… Then you watched him sheath the blade back into his cane and says,

“Kill the rest.” 

And that’s when you knew you had to move. Using all the strength you had left to bolt away as Matt’s men started firing at whoever was left of the Russian mob.

You’re not sure how you’re even going to get home, but fuck…

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There’s no way in hell you’re going to stick around here.

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You practically crawled to the bathroom when you got back to the apartment, black spots started dancing as you ripped open the first aid kit. You shake off your top, turning the shower on for a few seconds to remove the excess blood.

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“Matty… would you still be friends with me if I was a freak?” You asked him as the two of you sat on the fire escape of his apartment. The question has been gnawing at you for quite some time, and you weren’t sure how to express it so.

“A freak?” Matt said, confused. “Why would you ask me that?”

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The pole didn’t go all the way through, which was good, but damn… that was going to leave a nasty scar when it did heal. You had to bite on a rolled up magazine as you started sewing up the wound, the pain keeping you awake.

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“Well…” You nervously shifted your weight, looking in his direction. “What if I told you… that my parents are special?”

“Special? In what way?

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You placed the gauze over the wound, then bandaging it up. You then cursed as you pushed yourself to a stand, running your blood soaked hands under the water, watching it swirl down the drain.

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“Like… what if they had abilities? Like superheroes?” 

“Like superheroes?” Matt perked up a little. “Do they?”

“It’s just a question.” You shrug and look away. “Would you be okay if I was a freak too?” 

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Your eyes shifted from the bathroom to your kitchen, remembering something. You flicked off the faucet, wobbly walking towards the very thing that’s been peaking your curiosity for the longest time.

The vase of roses.

With a shaky hand you grabbed the note, opening up to reread the one sentence on the paper.

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“I wouldn’t mind.” Matt said, with a smile. “I’d think it’d be cool.” 

You blink in surprise. “Really?”

“Yeah. You would be like an actual superhero. Like the ones you see in the comic books. I’ll admit though, I’d be kind of jealous if you did.”

“How come?”

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Now you were back in your room, rummaging around for the outfit you wore to work the other day. You know you still have it, you have to. You needed the chance to compare the two.

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“Because–” Now it was his turn to shift in his seat. “My best friend has powers and I don’t. Everyone would be in awe with you but with me? Nothing.”

You frown at his words. “Don’t say that. I think it would be nice to have someone different than me.” Then smiles. “Keeps me from not going completely crazy.”

He chuckles. “Well it would be my job to keep you from going nuts. I wouldn’t want you to be the villain of the story.”

You smirk a little at that, scooting closer. “Is that a promise?”

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Your (Y/E/C) eyes widened with disbelief for the millionth time tonight. In one hand you had the note from the vase, the other? It was the ad from Nelson and Murdock, the ones they were going to pass out, spread the word. 

The one that had their penmanship on the very bottom.

A perfect–

Perfect–

Match.

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You held out your pinky. “Promise me. Promise me that as long as we’re together, we won’t become villains in this world. Will always be each other’s light.”

He stays quiet for a second, like he’s thinking. Then he raises an eyebrow, saying, “Superpowered or not?”

“Superpowered or not.”

“Okay. Deal.” He interlocks his pinky with yours. “I promise I won’t do anything crazy while you’re here.”

“Thank you, Matty. I’ll hold you to it.”

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You snagged everything that was off the counter, marching over to the window, ripping it open. Without even looking you just tossed it out, letting it drop and shattered on the dumpster lid below.

You just couldn’t believe it as you sank to your knees.

You just couldn’t believe it.

You just couldn’t believe it.

You just couldn’t believe it.

You just…

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Couldn’t believe your whole life was in a lie.

(TBC)

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