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[thenotsoholyspirit]

Stay Quiet | Matt Murdock x f!Reader

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Pairing: Matt Murdock x female Reader

Summary: Matt fucks you in the office. That's it. That's the post.

Warnings: SMUT, this is pure filth, porn without plot, slight exhibitionism, choking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), multiple orgasms, breeding kink, office sex, poor Foggy is scarred for life

Word Count: 1.5k

a/n: I'm on my horny shit again. Sorry, not sorry.

18+ MINORS DNI

“Would you stay quiet?”

But it’s hard with the way he is splitting you open with his cock, pounding into you relentlessly. The table underneath where your cheek is pressed into it is shaking with each of his rigorous thrusts. He’s so deep inside your cunt, you can feel him bulging your lower stomach. It’s all entirely too much.

To think you only wanted to have lunch with your boyfriend and decided this morning to forego the panties under your sundress makes you wonder how you ended up bent over his desk with him plunging his cock deep inside of you. But it’s no wonder, the way you’ve been teasing him without the extra piece of clothing protecting your cunt, the soft air hitting it every so often, he could smell you from miles away. 

He’s grabbing at your abused ass cheeks, red and imprinted with his hand, just the way he likes it, the way he likes you, so submissive and at his mercy. You’re releasing strangled moans and cries of pleasure, which would certainly catch the attention of his colleagues if they decided to return early. And the table creaks with every slap to your behind as he picks up his thrusts, determined to make you come before he does.

“If you make one more sound,” he rasps, “I’m stuffing your mouth.”

You clench around him. God, his voice sounds amazing. His cock brushed your g-spot. It’s phenomenal, the way he’s using you. 

“Matthew,” you moan his name and while he told you to stay quiet, he can’t help but clench his teeth at the soft, ruined tune of your voice singing in his ears. 

“Fuck, baby, don’t say my name like that. You know what it does to me.”

The next sound you make borders on a scream when he slips a hand between your legs to rub your clit with such vigor, your legs start to shake from the sheer overstimulation. 

Matt hauls your head back by the hair, straightening your back as he rubs your clit with one hand and the other goes to clasp over your mouth. The rough surface of his palm scratches at your swollen lips. With his hand there, you can make every sound you want, the echo wouldn’t travel. 

“I said, stay quiet!” he growls. “What part of that didn’t you understand? Do you want the whole city to know what a dirty little slut you are?”

“Fuck,” you’re crying at this point, desperate for the orgasm that is resting just above your cunt. Your clit pulsates and it’s so damn sensitive, you moan again. His words mixed with the touch of his hand make the feeling of his cock against your g-spot so much more intense. 

“Is that what you want, huh? To get caught with my dick in your pussy? Coming in here without your underwear… God, I could smell you were fucking thinking about me. You’re such a whore for me, aren’t you?”

You whimper. “Only for you, Matthew.”

“Good. Now do me a favor and come. Give it to me, c’mon. Fucking come.”

You don’t have to be told twice. Your cunt spasms, your legs close and he hits you at just the right angle to the point you’re screaming into his hand. 

He holds you, giving two more hard thrusts before he’s coming inside of you, his cum painting the walls of your cunt white and trickling down your thighs. With every thrust, he fucks his cum deeper inside of you. You’re dripping, drowning in pleasure, and he keeps rubbing your clit to the point it’s hurting, but it hurts so good and you’re right there again, right there on the edge with his cum inside of you and his hand on your neck, you really can’t help it. You clench around his overly sensitive cock, the orgasm so fucking near, again and more intense, and as he rides out his orgasm, he holds you tightly to his chest. 

“You gonna come again?” he asks.

You can only nod. 

“Do it then, baby. Come for me.”

Your moan comes strangled through the hand choking you into oblivion, cutting off your air supply, and the fog in your mind is all you need to burst around him. The band snap, the bomb explodes and your legs give out. The walls of your pussy suck in what’s left of his cum, clenching repeatedly as your clit jumps with every touch of his fingers. 

You’re clawing at his arms now, scratching the skin. You’re still coming and it’s so fucking intense, you’re sure you’ve never come this hard before. He has you shaking and the prospect of being caught has you crying even louder, harder, and so much better than anything you’ve had before. 

You try to move away from his hand. He only pulls you back harder. “I want you to give me another one,” he tells you. “One more, sweetie. One more.”

“I can’t,” you say. You physically can’t. It hurts.

He’s so thick, still hard and twitching inside of you. The hand cupping your pussy feels like fire. 

But when he tells you to come, you have to. Your body is trained to listen to his every command, even if it hurts. You have a safeword for a reason. Though it hurts, he feels so fucking good, and you can’t help but let it happen. The release of oxytocin is heavy, clouding your senses. Your eyes gloss over, your jaw slacking, and all that comes out is a gurgle as your eyes cross and you feel the wave crashing into the shore before it happens. 

“You can and you will,” his voice is stern yet gentle at the same time. “Just one more. I know you can take it.”

He’s right, you can. With a particularly hard slap against your cunt, you come again, harder than before. It’s hard, it’s messy, and you’re sure you’ve soaked his dress pants from how wet you are. He doesn’t care though, he keeps rubbing your clit through the orgasm, only pulling away when you physically can’t take it anymore. 

You catch yourself on the edge of his desk. Matt pulls out slowly, making sure not to hurt you further. You’re sore, but it’s worth it. His cum is still inside of you, and you want to keep it that way. 

“That’s it, good girl,” he purrs. “Did so well for me.” 

Your knees buckle. He only so catches you before you can drop to the ground. Lifting you up on the desk, he hugs you to his chest, letting you come down from your high. You're clinging to him for dear life, panting, possibly even sobbing. You don’t even know anymore what’s sweat and what’s cum. It’s all a blur, as is he. 

“I’m so proud of you.”

You sniffle. 

“Are you okay?” He cradles your head in his hands. 

As you pull away, you only blink at his hazy eyes. “Kiss me,” you tell him. 

He does, gently tilting your chin up so he can press his lips to yours. It’s sloppy, but exactly what you need. Your breathing slows and your cunt stops clenching, though your legs remain a shaky mess. 

Matt takes a tissue from the holder on his desk, gently rubbing at the cum on your thigh. He gets it off easily, still wet and running. You hiss when he reaches your abused core, wiping all that’s left away. Half of him is still inside of you, but God do you love it! You want to be stuffed to the brim for all eternity, carry him around, have him smell you, marked you, fucked you into oblivion, and it almost has you coming again just from the thought of being filled. 

You lean your forehead against his. “So,” a smirk grows on your face, “I’m wearing panties the next time I come for lunch, am I?” 

He shakes his head. “Not a fucking chance. Keep them at home.”

You can only laugh. “Duly noted.”

The door busts open before any of you can react. 

“Hey, Matt, have you seen my-” Foggy stops dead in his tracks when he sees the both of you tangled together, Matt’s hair a mess of brown curls and yours… well, you look like you’ve just been thoroughly fucked, and there is no denying it. “Oh, my God!” He covers his eyes with one hand, the other searching for the door knob. “I didn’t see anything!” he says. “Nope, nope, nope! Seven fucks to the no! I’m out. You keep- yeah, just…”

The door falls shut again.

Matt’s sightless eyes find your face but not your eyes. 

You bite your lip. This is not the first time Foggy has caught you and it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

“Maybe next time we’ll lock the door,” he murmurs. 

“Yeah,” you say, “That man is traumatized for life.”

He shrugs. “Eh, he’s seen us do worse. And he will see us do much worse again and again and again and…”

You squeal when he lifts you into his lap on the office chair. “Matthew!”

“Shh, let me just take care of my good girl.”

“Fuck.”

Please do.

#best way to start the day 🔥 #reblogg

[thenotsoholyspirit]

Holding (Pt 4/5)

Matt Murdock x reader (angst)

(Here for part 1, 2 , 3)

AU: Hey, I know it's been a while since I've posted on this series but writers block has been a real deal for me these past days. Although, I still have a lot of ideas and a whole other series to end so stay tuned 💙 (and yes that includes the Foggy fic :3)

Summary: A conversation in the roof may offer a change in the situation. After all, sometimes all you need is faith.

I've never been quite the best catholic. 

From making a fuss in my baptism, to refuse ever to marry, I was quite the shame in a family of faithful believers. 

“Sometimes you have to believe without seeing” 

I always hated that idea, blind faith. And yet in spite of everything I still accompanied my mother every Sunday to our city's chapel. Soon after I moved out, that routine was still ingrained in me, and despite not having a logical answer to it, I kept going to mass. 

That’s how I met him. The one that would soon become both my salvation and my perdition. The one I was risking it all for in spite of everything. 

“He can’t be that far, please he can’t be that far

As the day progresses, I feel a sense of desperation crawl on me, noticing how the streets get busier and I haven't yet found any clue to His whereabouts.

Not a sight of him close to his old apartment or even old hangout spots.

He had indeed erased every trace he could have left

As I feel the day progress, I sigh. Maybe these extreme circumstances also required extreme decisions. I decide to head down to the Presidential Hotel.

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When I arrive, I immediately notice the multitude of police cars and security guards surrounding the building. It couldn’t be more obvious that someone important was brought to this place

Sneaking up, I try to see if there’s any entry, but it’s obviously closed up to the public.

“Well I may need to broaden my definition of entry then”

As my attention catches  some fire escape stairs attached to a building not far behind, I can’t help but let out a small grin. After spending so much time with him, knowing Matt’s way of thinking had become almost a second nature.

It was probably too early, as I will surely need to wait for him hidden on some rooftop, but to simply think about the vertigo was enough to make my stomach turn.

“C'mon (y/n) remember just have faith.”

I start then to awkwardly climb up the ladder making sure not to startle the whole neighbourhood.

For a moment, I feel comfortable, pacing my steps and taking deep breaths, until I hear the crackling sound of a metal piece falling from the wall.

I gulp

“For God sake I'm a vet not a gymnast”

Yet the top doesn’t seem too far now and the idea of returning was worse. I decide to keep climbing.

Suddenly, I lose my equilibrium, feeling the void as I fall from my back until I feel the grip of a hand on my arm, saving me from a surely fatal fall.

“(Y/n) ?”

I look up, noticing a man dressed completely in black with only a beanie covering his face, and some cords attached to his wrists. He seems genuinely surprised to find me here. 

“Matt”

“I…” I’m short of words as he pulls me into the safety of the rooftop. I fall down the floor deeply breathing, “How did you know I was here”

“Well.. He tries to give me a small smile ,  “You were lucky I could basically hear your heartbeat explode streets away” 

“.. I must sound like a cacophony in your ears… but I’m sure there are also thousands of New-Yorkers being deeply worried at this very moment”

“ I guess.. I just became good picking up yours in particular”

I cannot help but to slightly blush as he tells me this. There is a tense silence now between us, too many things that should be said or should’ve.

“Don’t go” 

My tone is grave, letting him know I know his reasons for coming down here.  He slightly clenches his teeth, as I feel an anger I haven’t seen yet in him.

Something had happened.

Something felt broken

“I need to do it (y/n)” 

His tone was direct. Cold. He turns his back from me towards the Hotel. I imagine him trying to analyze the best way to get in, reading into each heartbeat , each voice, each movement…. But I wasn’t going to give up that easily.

“You aren't saving anyone by doing this..please..” 

Matt immediately snaps, turning again towards me. I was still on the floor and the bare light coming from the light poles made him appear even more intimidating.

“You don’t understand”…

“True… it’s true I don’t, I’m not you… “, I sigh, accepting it, “I’ll never fully understand this vigilante double life you live.. but I do see the man behind it”

I now stand up, letting us face to face as I continue to talk.

“I and see him and care enough about him that I’m not letting him commit a mistake he’ll forever regret” 

I see Matt keep his facade, but I notice the way his hands now slightly tremble holding his billy club. When he talks again, his voice is weaker.

“He has hurt so many people… and I’'m not meant to simply go and enjoy this life after all that has happened”, He takes his beanie off as I now see  his eyes “After hurting so many others... me.”´

I shake my head. I couldn’t lie, or deny the hurt of past decisions, but it didn't mean I could simply let him go.

“I'm not denying that it’s not easy but.. I’m here tonight for a reason… “ 

I look up to him, hoping he could sense the sincerity of my words

“I can’t let you do this.. this city needs its hero.. and well.. I do still need you”

I let these last words settle as I’m now a bit shy. I see Matt is about to reply, when we’re suddenly interrupted by some police sirens demanding civilians to clear up the space. His face drops.

“He can't be here already….”

I’m now a bit confused.

“Who ?”

Matt sighs, he seems tired but tries to explain to me the best he can. 

“I’m not the only one in this city holding a grudge against Fisk..” Matt leans again his attention towards the building “ There is a dangerous man looking for him” 

I notice the way his body tenses up, the same way it has always done when he senses a danger nearby. His grip becomes stronger, his face almost scarily stern, yet the voice he uses to catch my attention seems softer than usual.

“That night I.. I was sure I had lost you forever.. and who could blame you..” He gives me a sad smile, trying his best to hold his emotions. “I had to live with the fact that I had hurt you.. forced you to pull away from me..this loneliness.. it was my crux to bear”

I shake my head at his words, trying to be as direct as I could knowing time was running out.

“Matthew… I love you.. I still do..” I slowly approach him , caressing his cheek with my hand as I clean away some tears  “I just need to be sure you do as well” 

Almost as a reflex, I go grab his arm, feeling my own insecurities resurface as the fear of being abandoned twists my heart. He seems to pick up on this as he pulls me closer. I can feel the breeze on his words.

“ I swear.. “ Me murmurs against my ear, his voice now taking a more protective tone “That I’ll never let go of you again… “

I’m now the one letting my own tears stream down my face 

“You promise ?” 

My voice was so small, barely a whisper , as I use the tone I knew only Matt could ever hear

“I won’t stop even if you never forgive me”

I can’t retain myself any longer.

I dive in, pulling him into the deepest of kisses as I feel my whole body give in. The desire that has already been pleading for him could not no longer keep on waiting. 

Matt seems slightly surprised at the beginning, almost nervous at my reaction, but once he notices my unwillingness to let him go, he puts his hands around my waist our foreheads now touching. I need to hang on to him. 

“I’ve missed it so much” , he murmurs for just a moment, forgetting the world around us. I give him a little smile, slightly curious at his choice of words as he continues, “ I mean the feeling of you… your heartbeat, your smell…you've always been my safest place…I thought I’d never get to sense you from so close again” 

As I’m about to respond, the noise of police sirens shakes us up as we hear  the sound of gunshots down the building. Of course, Matt has more insight as he clenches his teeth and steps back.

“Go,” I look at him with a knowing look “I know you have a job to do”

I come a bit closer for a moment.

“Just promise me you will come back home tonight” 

I keep holding his hand for a second, sensing his flow of thoughts coming against him. He mutters again. 

“All this anger..”

“I know.. but you don't have to be alone anymore Matt” I take deep breaths as I try to send him some peace too, “I’ll be here”

He walks to the edge of the ceiling, pulling his mask back on. I give him a last reassuring look.

“I’ll leave the living room window open.. in case you come in late” , my tone is slightly hesitant “Of course if you want to come by I-“

I notice the corners of his lips curl into a little smirk.

“I will… and don’t worry”, he slightly tosses his head as he smiles, letting me admire his toned collar bone for even just a second., … “I promise I won’t take too long sweetheart” 

Before I can even protest his cocky words, he jumps off the next building, leaving me alone again, but now completely blushing. I may have also missed that pet name and his way of flirting.   

Some things really don't change after all.

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[thenotsoholyspirit]

✨The Devil’s in the Details✨

(Pt 3/?)

(Matt Murdock x Reader)

AU: Well here's the third chapter, I hope you're liking it so far. I'll try to work on my other story these days so if I don't make an update on this one its just that I may be a bit overwhelmed by Uni Thanks ❤️❤️

(Part two in here

Summary: Trying to makes end meet as a young woman has never been easy, even less living in the turbulent city that is New York. When (y/n) will have to make an impossible choice, she'll have to decide between the ones she cares the most. It's never safe to fall in love, especially with that mysterious lawyer at the bar she's been working at and the secret she guards underneath.

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I have always hated the smell of Hospitals.

As I enter the long term aisle, the scent of bleach and hand sanitizer already overwhelms my senses. My head is already starting to turn.

Saturdays were my only free day of the week, and visiting my mother in the morning has been my routine for quite a while now.

I finally reach her room as I softly knock at her door frame.

“Is Miss Emmerston here ?”

I smile at her as she’s already awake eating her breakfast. I was happy to see her being able to eat solid food again, even if I knew how tasteless the meals here usually were.

“Honey.” She softly smiles back at me, “You came in early today” 

My mother’s voice has always been so sweet. 

Looking at her, I understand how people so often say I’m her carbon cop, the only difference being the color of my skin that I surely inherited from my father. 

“How are you feeling this morning mom ?”

“Not bad… not bad… Doctors have said my last treatment has been giving good results ”

I’ll never know what triggered it all, but I still have the vivid image of my mother laying on the ground as I had to call the emergency number. A late diagnosis of HF they told me, lucky she even made out at this stage. 

Apparently it was a family issue as they also did some exams on me and discovered I did need a pacemaker. I had to decline it as I couldn’t afford it. 

I’ve been ok for now I'll manage  

Of course the total bill didn’t come in cheap, especially as my mother had to often prolong her stays at the hospital.

“I have a good feeling this time” 

I force myself to smile at her. 

I didn't want to worry her either about my current situation and she seemed to be genuinely happy. 

She suddenly gives me a curious look, a little smirk being visible on her lips.

“What about you honey… any special news ?” She murmured, “Any boyfriend out there ?”

I slightly blush as she asks me so, unwillingly thinking about Matt.

“Mom…y know I ain't got time for that stuff”

My mother gives me a sad smile shaking her head 

“You’re so young and pretty, you also need to enjoy life y'know honey”

I look out the window, thinking about my late night conversation with Fisk. He hasn’t reached for me yet.

“I will… I will… for now I'm here for you”

I take her hand as I hold it with a strong grip, giving her a kiss on her forehead.

I'll get you through this mom. No matter what it may cost me

“Anyways” , I lighten my tone a bit as I get some needles and wool from my bag, “It’s time we continue to knit that scarf.. shall we ?“

……….

She hasn’t called in yet.

Maybe it was a bit rushed, but it's been some days and he hasn’t heard anything from the waitress at Josie’s . Matt has started to question if his idea of leaving a contact card was the correct one.

“Matt,  you stop pacing around the room please ?” Foggy murmurs slightly annoyed “I’m trying to read up some papers here”

Matt shakes his head, he wouldn’t admit he was hoping for her call

“Sorry for that Foggs”, he sits down “I’m just trying to come out with a good opening statement for this case” 

“Bullshit, you’re thinking about that girl aren’t you “

Matt sighs, he wasn’t in the mood to have that conversation. Foggy smiles, taking it as an affirmation of his suspicions.

“You could’ve actually given her your number rather than your lawyer credentials” Foggy couldn’t hide is smirk, “She may have thought you were in search of a client, not a date”

Matt chuckles softly as he can’t help but to be humored by Foggy's remark.

“What about both ?” Matt interjects “I can’t explain it, Foggs.. there’s something about her..”

“So you’re attracted to her?”

“No.. o well yes… o well I meant.. I couldn’t exactly read her…it was intriguing”

Foggy didn’t seem to be fully following.

“She was clearly attracted to you too mate.. especially with you using that charm”

Matt shakes his head, that wasn’t the point he was trying to get across. It was mostly obvious (y/n) was attracted to him, her heartbeats increasing and the temperature of her skin getting hotter too. Yet, she didn’t even dare to take a risk at him that night. Not one word, not even a playful tone, it’s like she is holding herself back. Matt could also sense her being overstimulated by the environment yet did not falter to smile once.

“I’m not sure how to explain it…”

He thinks back at the conversation he couldn’t help but to ear drop, as he learned she was the one taking care of her mother.

“I just feel she may also need our help”. 

Foggy stands up as he lets out a chuckle, patting Matt's shoulder.

“I think you’re just trying to justify yourself in here “, as he’s about to leave the room he gives Matt a look “Just try to drop the virtuous vigilante stuff for once and have some fun all right ?” 

Matt resigns as he simply nods

“I will Foggs I will… see ya tomorrow”

As Matt is now alone in his office, he wonders if he should be the one to call back.

The memory of her sweet perfume, soft voice and nervous chuckles returns to his mind again.

All night he could sense her going back and forth serving clients, as he had hoped he could have talked to her more.

Guess that’ll stay a mystery 

Suddenly the phone rings, and Matt is surprised someone had called in so late

“Nelson and Murdock ?”

“Matt is that you.. I don’t know if you remember but you gave me that card… at Josie’s ?”

It was her voice. He freezes for a second until he continues with a nonchalant tone.

“(y/n) glad to hear you.. listen it's late now but we could continue this conversation tomorrow afternoon if you’re free” 

The voice on the other side of the line hesitates slightly but continues.

“I’ll be working… but I could do a cup of coffee during my lunch break “

“Any place in mind or-

“What about Owls Cafe, its not to far from my  job”

Matt liked her decisiveness

“Works for me… then meet ya there at 12 all right ?”

 “All right… goodnight Matt”

“Goodnight”

He hangs as a little smirk appears on his face.

This girl had piqued his curiosity indeed. 

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[thenotsoholyspirit]

✨The Devil’s in the Details ✨ (pt2/?)

Matt Murdock x reader

Part one in here

AN: I wrote the next chapter the same day 😅. Had to publish it 💕 (Also quick note English is not my first language so any correction to my grammar will be more than welcomed).

Summary: Trying to makes end meet as a young woman has never been easy, even less living in the turbulent city that is New York. When (y/n) will have to make an impossible choice, she'll have to decide between the ones she cares the most. It's never safe to fall in love, especially with that mysterious lawyer at the bar she's been working at and the secret she guards underneath.

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“Thanks guys.. see you next week

Reaching three am, Josie pushes the last customers out of the bar as we close up the place for the night. After all that happened, I managed to somehow get through the shift without dropping more orders or spilling alcohol

I finish to clean the last table as I get myself ready to head out. I hear Josie waiting me from the door

“You’ll be ok on your own ?, got a ride back home ?”

I nod at her stepping out of the place, I'd never feel comfortable asking for favors.

“Yea there's night bus that passes just round the corner dont worry for me.

I smile at her, wishing her a good night as I head into the streets. The night was cold, the wind freezing my face. I start to walk alongside the sidewalk, putting my hands inside my jacket as I try to prevent myself from catching a cold.

I should’ve brought my scarf

Suddenly, I hear some steps behind me.

I look back. The street was completely empty, even the surroundings felt slightly more silent than usual, but without the usual buzz the city normally carried within.

Weird

Yet as I decide to turn around, I now see the front lights of a car blinding my sight. The vehicle is not moving, as if it was simply blocking the street.

“Don’t you dare take another step princess, just get in and there will be no fuzz”

I feel the metallic sound of a gun on my back.

I can only do as he tells me.

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I see the nightlights illuminate the city as we drive God knows where, in front of me a man is sitting. He is tall and large, his frame looking almost too big inside of the vehicle.I notice his formal attire and rings on his fingers, his presentation being so neat he couldn’t look further from any kind of street thief.

But I knew he was even worse than that.

“It’s been quite a long time hasn’t it (y/n) ?”

He rolls my name with a malicious smile, as if he was enjoying seeing my reaction to him “It's interesting you thought you could ever escape me”

A shiver passes through my spine. His eyes are so small, yet the stare he gives me is enough to be completely terrifying .

I try to speak.

“I.. I thought the deal was made… I already paid back most of the debt.. I”

The man shakes his head.

“Don’t lie to me miss (y/l/n) we both perfectly know that wasn’t what you promised me”

I suddenly feel the gun reloading once again.

“I don’t want trouble here.. I don’t like having to to do the dirty work but my business cannot work if people don’t respect the deals we make”

I feel myself starting to panic.

“Please, I'd do anything… anything just don’t hurt her”

The man smiles, knowing he had me under his will.

“You have one week to complete your payment miss… or you can say goodbye to the idea of ever seeing your mother getting out of that hospital”

My heart freezes, a mix of fear and disgust filling me.

I wanted to spit on this man, to scream at him for even daring to mention her.

But I was powerless, and dying tonight wasn't something that could save her.

“I don’t have enough money…but I swear I'd do anything.. anything”

Fisk grins, as if this was the answer he was already hoping to get.

“Lucky for you… I do need assistance on some business and I couldn’t think of a better person to do the job than you.”

I’m a bit confused now, I try to carefully ask him the question.

“What.. What job? “

“It’s easy.. there’s this guy that’s been putting his nose where he shouldn’t… I need him out of this city…he’s been quite the nuisance I can say”

I immediately know who’s he talking about

“That vigilante ?”

I’ve read some newspapers talking about this guy preventing robberies around. Nobody knew much about him except he got nicknamed the devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

I see some anger surface on Fisk's face at the very mention of this guy.

“Yes… I want you to help me bring him down..”

“I’m.. I’m not sure I understand…I-“

“You can so easily play the victim..” He seems so satisfied by his petition, “I’m sure you’ll have no problem doing it for me”

I suddenly understand what he implied, as my face becomes livid for a moment.

“You want me… you want me to lure him into falling in under your grip ?”

“I think we’re finally getting somewhere miss”

I’m in disbelief. Fisk gives me a quick run of the idea, telling me what to do. He tells me he’ll let me know when the plan may be executed, and I wonder for how long this has even been already thought of.

“Of course, if I come to discover that any of this conversation has fallen into… untrustworthy ears…”

I don’t need to be explained twice to understand what was in game here. I take a deep breath to gather my courage. I now look at him with more determined eyes, I didn’t want him to see my fear.

“I understand… you have my word sir ”

“Good..Now go take some rest…, you had a long shift at work after all”

I was so taken by the conversation, I didn't even notice the car had parked in front of my apartment.

The message was clear, he knew my routine, he knew where I lived, there was no way out of this one.

I can only nod.

I step out as the vehicle now disappears into the night.

When I see it completely gone, I run inside tears filling my eyes. My whole body felt so heavy, my heart even pounding. My instinct tells me to tell someone that I can’t let one of the only hopes this city has had in a long time fall.

What about her ?

Standing on top of the chimney , a portrait of me and my mother stares back at me.

I couldn’t let her down. I take another deep breath, I couldn’t crack. Not here. Not now

I hope you’ll get to forgive me mom

As I change my clothes for my night ones, I notice a little piece of paper hidden in one of my pockets.

Looking at it, I notice the name “Murdock and Nelson” appearing on its side.

How ironic… justice

I sigh as I look at the phone number on it, remembering the little conversation we had when I brought him a new set of beers

“Hey if you are ever in need of some legal back up my friend Foggy and I just started our law firm and would be thrilled to help any new clients…

Matt smiled at me, using the charm he seemed to know he had. It did work on me that's for sure.

When I came back to clean the table they were already gone, only the card being left.

I cannot help but to wonder if it meant more than just some legal help.

But it’s late. I don’t even take the time to think about it as I’m already exhausted.

Everything is going to be ok

I fall asleep as soon as my heads touches my pillow.

#daredevil x reader #matt murdock x reader #netflix daredevil #daredevil x reader angst #marvel x reader #matt murdock x reader angst #matt murdock

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Ok but I cant be the only one that got reminded of the Hunger Games seeing the new look Foggy got for the series…

Can we talk more about this beard ❤️

Like 😭, fr I do owe this man his own fanfic

#foggy nelson #daredevil #born again #he looks so good

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The devil's in the details

(Matt Murdock x reader)

(💕First of all, I'm sorry I have not had the time yet to publish the 4 chapter for my other fic, my first semester at Uni is surely taking a load, but I still wanted to give an old idea a chance and try to see where I could go with it. It's mostly an introductory chapter hope you like it !) 💕

Summary. Trying to makes end meet as a young woman has never been easy, even less living in the turbulent city that is New York. When (y/n) will have to make an impossible choice, she'll have to decide between the ones she cares the most. It's never safe to fall in love, especially with that mysterious lawyer at the bar she's been working at and the secret she guards underneath.

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“Another round for the tables two and one, and please don’t forget the missing beers for the group at table five”

It definitely was a busy night at Josie’s.

I had barely entered the bar when multiple orders were already piling up in the kitchen. Friday shifts were always the best to work they told me, and being new around here, I was kind of guilty to be glad Katy asked for a longer maternity leave.

“(Y/n)!”

I turn around, Josie looking at me impatiently. 

“I didn't hire you to stand there and look pretty princess” She sighs but gives me a small smile, she could never stay mad at us for too long, “Now, please bring these three beers to the pool table”

I nod excusing myself as I go grab the drinks.

The atmosphere tonight was intoxicating. The talking, the music, even the bursts of laughter and the smell of alcohol that surrounded me were enough to get dizzy on my own. It was almost too overwhelming.

I take a deep breath, as I twitch my lips, trying my best not to bite them as I had promise myself to stop that bad habit.

Normally I had a better handle on my anxiety, but I’m not used to work during the busiest hours. Yet, I need money, and Friday nights are generous on tips. I couldn't let such an opportunity pass, and when Josie asked for our availabilities I was the first to raise her hand.

It’s for her.. all of this is for her

I’m so involved in my own thoughts I don’t notice the man passing in front of me. I suddenly lose my equilibrium, the plate of beers now jumping in the air, as I stumble falling on the floor. I barely have the time to register what’s happening when I feel a quick hand behind my back that stabilizes me again. 

“Well… there go our beers”

I hear a voice from the back, a blond guy with slightly longer hair and another blond woman staring at me.

I look down at the floor, now with a puddle of beer and pieces of glass laying there. 

Josie is going to kill me

“Are you ok ?”

I look up now to the man in front me. He had dark glasses and his short yet slightly ruffled hair only gave him a more attractive look. I notice the big stain of beer on his chest, which admittingly looked quite well built under the white shirt he was wearing. 

C'mon you ain't here to flirt with clients

“Yes I'm sorry your shirt it’s”

I notice now the white stick on his left hand and the realization of his blindness hits me. I feel even worse now. “O.. o shit I’m sorry.. I’m awful I.” 

“Don’t worry” he gives me a small smile “It was due to clean anyways. Although.. I heard some glass breaking.. Are you hurt in any way ?”

I shake my head until I realize he can’t exactly see it. 

“No I’m ok just..” I sigh, why was I about to tell my problems to a stranger, “I haven’t quite been the best waitress tonight”

He smiles again, this time with a little bit of curiosity in his look. 

God if smiles could kill

“Too much of an ambiance ?”

”Is it that obvious that this is my first busy shift ?”

He slightly laughs, until I see Josie appearing with a loud sigh.

“(y/n) could you try not to kill one of our regulars ?”

“Hey Josie the beers are on us all right add it to the Murdock Nelson tab, this stuff always happens”

Josie smiles at the man, it seemed that they’ve been acquaintances for quite some time. She easily accepts as she also gives a nod to the other blond guy.

“I’ll bring the mop”, I shyly tell her as I leave the scene. When I arrive at the kitchen, I hear Josie chuckling at me.

“So Matt caught your attention ?”

I do my best not to turn completely red. 

“You know I ain't got time for that Josie” 

I sigh. It was true. Too many bills to pay, too many things to do. Where would the time for a boyfriend ever be? Josie’s face becomes then more serious, she also knew all too well about my situation  

“How's your mother been ?”

I try to smile, it was never easy to talk about that subject.

“Doctors say she may get a leave from the hospital next week, but you know, i'd rather not be too optimistic on that subject…. I still remember last time”

I take the mop as I sigh. I knew Josie wouldn't have hired me if she didn't know my situation. I was already working at some convenience store during the day, but I was still short of money for the rest of my bills. This without counting the community college classes I was taking half time. 

And still not enough money.. it's never enough money

She gives me a warm smile, patting my back as if she wanted to say more but had no words. 

“You’re a good girl (y/n), you’ll get through this” 

I just nod. There was no time for feelings. 

Before leaving the kitchen, I give a last look to the group where Matt and his two friends were happily chatting . 

I shake my head, not wanting to be too distracted. 

There was no time for stuff like this, I can only move forwards. 

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At some corner of the bar, a man was sitting, stirring his cocktail as he gives an attentive look to the place. Nobody notices him when he goes out for a smoke as he makes a call on his phone. 

“We found her boss… she’s still here… at some bar in Hell's kitchen” 

“Perfect’" the voice on the other side of the line was professional, yet so cold and grave, “Tell Weasley to bring the guys... It's gonna be a long night”  

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[thenotsoholyspirit]

YES WAR IS OVERRRR

#😭😭 #maybe its ok to have our hopes up for this one

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Holding pt 3

(Here for part 1-2)

Matt murdock x reader (angst)

Summary: A little talk with the right man ends up revealing more than the necessary information.

(I pushed myself to give it more action and context, so forgive me if the timeline is not quite accurate for season 3. There's a lot of mention of catholic related topics too if you're not comfortable with that . Either way hope you enjoy it and thanks for all the support ❤️✨️)

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It didn't take much time for the announcement of the release of the Kinpin to become all journals headlines.

As I go down my building heading for work, the first thing I notice are the newspapers laying downstairs the entry.

"FEDERAL COURT HEARS FISK APPEAL"

I stare dumbfounded.

Even if I have promised myself to keep my distance from Matt, I immediately feel the urge to go and find him as I'm more than aware of all the trouble this criminal has brought upon the devil of Hells kitchen and the place itself.

I look at my phone. It's almost six in the morning. I still have time before heading down the veterinary.

I'm unsure where to go first as he would surely no longer be at the Law Firm. Even my instinct to give Foggy a call is quickly refrained as I remember what he told me about our last talk.

What have you gotten yourself into this time, Matty.

Suddenly, I hear the usual resounding ring from the church's bells down the drive. From both corners of the sidewalk, I see small groups of people enter the place, the usual morning crowd.

How didn't I think about it before

Before I can lose more time, I run down the street, calling the closest taxi.

....

"As we say this, we bless ourselves three times by making a small cross on our-"

Clinton Church wouldn't exactly be the first place most people would go to if they were in the search of a devil dressed like a vigilante, yet as soon as I timidly open its door, the familiar incense smell and gothic columns reassure me that I've come to the right place. 

As I come in, I quickly go sit on one of the empty seats from the back. Father Lantom has already started the mass. 

I can not let myself but let a small smile leave my lips. It's been such a long time since I've last been here. 

While vaguely hearing the Father talk, memories of long ago lived moments fill through my mind. Small snippets of my old life.

“May almighty God bless you, the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit.”  

I raise my head up when I hear the priest pronounce his final lines. This was it. 

Thankfully, not many people want to talk to him this morning, as most leave or simply stay in the right corner where the prayer candles softly illuminate the walls. I get lost for a moment, staring at the wavy shadows.

“Aren't they pretty... Some may take them as nothing else than silly good omens, but I'd rather see them as a representation of hope. People always need hope...."

I turn around, noticing Father Fantom looking at me curiously. I'm quite surprised he has noticed me. He invites me to sit down.

"I wasn't expecting to see you this morning miss (y/n), ” he chuckles slightly, "A bit late to mass although"

"I... I don't want to take too much of your time sir, but I need to know if you've well-," I try to smile, feeling quite vulnerable all out of the sudden "Seen or heard anything about Matt"

His face suddenly turns more serious, yet he barely looks surprised.

Is it this obvious

"That may depend on your own answer, miss.. I haven't seen you in quite a long time"

I nod, understanding his peak in curiosity.

"I know...." I look down the floor. "It's not like him and me are exactly on talking terms neither"

"(Y/n)... Matthew came here late last night searching for some answers , " he stares at the statue of Jesus placed beside the altar. "These are difficult times for him.. He needs some guidance..."

Father Lantom sighs softly as he shakes his head

"And some hope too....and I'm not just necessarily talking about his extracurricular activities...."

"I understand that." I nod sternly, knowing that something was different from his last visit. "But I'm not sure I'm in the best position to be of any help, neither ."

Im not sure why Im being so open with him, but I guess the serious yet caring tone of Father Lantom invites me to be more honest. I continue talking

"I'm not sure if I'm strong enough"

He gently gives me a tap on the shoulder.

"I'm not requesting you to forgive him (y/n)... that's an answer only your heart can give..." He tries to keep a reassuring tone, "I just worry of what he may push himself to do"

Suddenly, the silence of the church feels heavier. I rethink of the news. It just clicks in my head

"Don't tell me.... Don't tell me he wants to take care of Fisk on his own "

"He didn't mention-.."

But I interrumpt him, understanding now Matt's logic. His anger, his guilt.

I get it just.. just why

"No.. He can't .. he can not do that.... He.."

"This city is already dangerous as it is (y/n)." Father Lantom looks at me with worry. He seems to have understood my own intentions, too. "It's not the time to play even more precarious games right now"

But I can't. I need to stop him before it's too late.

I look at my phone again. It's already eight.

Guess I better call off sick

"I gotta go"

I immediately jump on my feet. I give a last look to Father Lantom and the candles.

If everything ends up all right, I may give a chance to one of those.

"(y/n)!"

I hear his call, but I decide to ignore him as I step outside. I cannot wait.

There was no time to lose.

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[thenotsoholyspirit]

i know he's fictional but i would love nothing but to devour that man

#😔 #I swear the problem is fr

[thenotsoholyspirit]

Holding pt 2

(Here for pt 1)

Matt Murdock x reader (angst)

Note: I never expected to do a part 2 for this, but I got inspired re-watching the third season. I hope you guys enjoy it ❤️. Also, a bit of a trigger warning for the mention of the death of a pet.

Summary: What if Matt came back after all that happened, what if things could change.

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"It was a building, an old abandoned storage. It was a horrible incident indeed. Authorities have yet declared the reasons for its collapse, but apparently, some criminal group is-"

Will the tv anchors let go of that new? It's been more than a month

I sigh as I start to bite the head of the pen in my hand, turning the tv off. I look now directly at the blank screen, only being able to see my own reflection. I look exhausted.

I am exhausted.

It's been weeks since Matt Murdock has been declared dead, more than weeks since I've myself collapsed into some sort of numbness.

It was almost months since I last saw him, yet..

You could've prevented this

I shake my head, trying to get the thought out.

The darkness in the room seems almost too engulfing now. My four walls feeling closer and closer now. I close my eyes

You can not take responsibility for everybody..

I remember my mom telling me this the day my first pet died. It was an accident, the poor bird escaping his cage and getting electrocuted by some some disjointed wires from the utility pole.

Not everything is under your control

I remember his little body dead on the asphalt eyes wide open, looking like he could wake up at any time and take his flight..

Suddenly the noise of the keys opening my door make me stand up. I quickly go grab the old baseball bat hidden under the couch and I go stand besides de doorframe.

Breath

When the person enters I immediately go for a hit, only to be surprised as what appears to be a man easily stops it mid-air making me loose my balance and stumble.

"What th-"

Suddenly he grabs me by my waist preventing me from falling on the floor. Its so dark I can barely perceive his face, yet his voice makes my heart suddenly drop.

"Please..this time I can explain (y/n)"

I immediately pull away from his arms as I go quickly grab my bat again and turn on the lights. I feel my hands weaken their grip as I now recognize the man in front of me. It was Matt. it was actually Matt.

Its you

But I keep my defensive position. Its impossible. This cannot be.

"Who the f- are you". I spat, trying not to let my vulnerability take over.

The supposed Matt stays in place, as I can see him twitching a small smile. He retakes his serious tone

"I know.. I know how this must appear from your side but you must believe me.."

I look at his eyes. Those puppy eyes he used to make when I caught him in trouble. For such a strong man he could be quite sensitive indeed. But I cannot forget neither.

"Even if..if this was true..how..how do you want me to trust you..after all that happened"

He looks down, shame now filling his face. He must have remembered the last time we saw each other. Not the best goodbye indeed. He bites his lip

"I know..I.. I didn't come for forgiveness just..I thought...", He turns his head around, probably scanning the room, "That you deserved to know the truth before you heard it from someone else.."

In the depths of myself, I know all I wish to do is to jump to his arms. It was him. He was alive.

"What exactly happened?"

My voice wasn't as cold as before but I still hold an strict tone, wanting to keep my distance.

He nods his head as he takes a long breath.

"You really want to hear the whole story ?"

"Ive got all night"

So thats how for the next hour he tells me what he seems to know about this Hand. The war. Stick and even the two deaths of his ex. It was a lot I admit, but I still listened with attention to each of his words. We both end up sitting face to face on the floor

"So that's how I ended up here", he finally says raising his shoulders.

I could notice something in his tone. Something more lonely that what used to be in there before. Something more bitter too, but I decide not to comment on that.

"So neither Karen or even Foggy know that you're alive and well ?"

He groans a bit. Probably a touchy subject.

"I'd rather leave it like that... they're safer that way"

I sigh. Some things never truly change

"Then why are you here Matt?"

"I told you.. I-"

"Bullshit"

My raise in tone paralyzes the conversation for a moment. Matt seems surprised and stays silent waiting for me to continue

"Sorry..just", I try my best to hold my emotions, "Last time you were in here..you..you left me Matt..you left me..."

"(Y/n).. sweetheart..I'm"

"Don't you dare call me sweetheart Matthew.." Im now standing up giving my most glaring stare at the man in front of me. "Don't you dare use that word"

Not everything is under my control

"I.." , I look at him again, " I had to mourn you twice..twice.."

Now tears are falling from my eyes. I know he can sense them but I don't want him to comfort me. I have to be strong

"I loved you with all my heart"

These last words are merely a mumble.

The noise of the outside is louder, the cars, the streets, the people. The city being so alive. All of what Matt can hear and perceive, his life. His real life. Not here with me, but outside.

He seems unsure what to say next.

"I never wanted to lose you", I've never heard his voice being this fragile "I just wanted to protect you from all the danger I brought upon you.. I don't want to make excuses just.. I got lost in the way"

He tries to come closer to me, putting his hand on my cheek cleaning my tear

"I'll try to make it up... even if it takes me a whole eternity to do so"

I look at him. Will I be able to ever forgive it all ?

I softly take his hand from my face. Holding it with such strength, like if he was about to vanish again. We stay in this silence for a while. It was a lot of feelings for just one night.

But time is still moving as I look at my kitchen's clock.

"Its getting late, I'd guess you have to go"

He nods letting a sad smile slip.

"Yes I guess so"..

He walks to the door, putting his dark glasses and cap on. He gives me a long stare before going. I wonder what he may be thinking

"Goodbye (y/n)"

"Goodbye Matt"

I see him disappear down the hall.

As I get back in, I think again of my souvenir of the poor bird laying on the ground. Maybe I couldn't bring him back to life, but what if he was given a second chance.

I stare at the door.

Maybe things could have ended differently in that case.

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Holding

Matt murdock x reader (angst)

Summary: "Maybe, after all, my insecurities were right"

(Note: This is my first little writing idea. I hope you like it as I'll try my best to test some more ❤️✨️. Also, a bit of a warning for some self depricating thoughts)

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Another night.

Another night of longingly looking at the window.

I sigh as I look by the curtains of the living room, only being able to wonder where he could've gone. Even at night, I'm used to leaving them open to see if his coming. It's so late, I can already dicern a lighter tone of blue in the sky.

"Where are you, Matt?"

It was true that this last month have mostly been made of bickering and side comments. Me complaining about our lack of time and him of my lack of understanding.

Now, our routine is one of him disappearing at dusk only to come back the next morning without a single word. Barely having some time to grab a bite and put his lawyer suit on.

Not a kiss, not a soft touch, not a single loving word.

I still need you

Suddenly, I hear a noise by the window. I immediately recognize the sound of limping steps and a breathless voice. Matt was injured. Something that I've learned living with the devil of Hell kitchen himself is to recognize even the smallest of details. My abilities were far from the super sensed ones he had, but I've become quite good at spotting certain things.

Always so stubborn that I had to figure out myself when something was wrong .

"Dont worry," he used to say, trying to tuck me back into bed. "Go back to sleep, sweetheart."

"Don't be ridiculous, Matt," I never accepted. Not when I knew he never admitted he needed help. "Here, I'll grab some bandages"

Depending on the night, it was either a simple cut or some deeper wound. Once or twice, I even had to use some homemade anesthesia to sew some stitches. This man has made me feel all sort of fears all at once.

Yet, nothing prepared me for what I was about to feel tonight.

I go open the window only to find a half conscious Matt standing there. His costume scratched on the surface with multiple cuts all over his body. I come closer to him, only for my fingers to be stained as I touch his arm. Blood.

He was bleeding, and he looked surprised to notice me there.

"(Y/n) I-.. You're awake.."

With all my force, I help him walk him across the door until we reach the couch. He's barely able to mumble as I lay him down.

"Shs..," I carefully take off his mask. The first thing I notice are his lost eyes, guilt written all over his face, "Don't push yourself too hard"

I start to undress his torso to get a better look. I had to hold my breath. I'm barely a veterinarian, used to dealing with cats or any domestic animals, but I did know more than enough about human anatomy to notice this was pretty bad. Besides cuts that, thankfully, weren't that deep, It looked like a dard was shot across his dorsal.

"We need to call an ambulance I-"

But Matt stops me, holding my arm.

"Dont.. I-"He tries to stand up by himself, grinding his teeth from pain, "I... "

He drags himself to the other side of the room, where his phone was forgotten last night. I'm confused for a moment until I perceive another shadow perking by the window. It was a woman

I feel a pit in my stomach as I try to understand what is happening here.

"You only came here for....."

I could see the pain in his eyes. I have no words as I come closer to his side now, noticing the small traces of love bites in his neck. Even the smell of his skin felt almost foreign. His body estranged. My heart stops for a moment.

"Sweetheart is not what -"

"What's..whats her name ?"

I hear him slightly gulping, without a single word.

"What's her name, Matthew"

Even if I know he can't see me, I know he can hear my heart beating a thousand miles an hour. He tries to explain bowing his head down.

"It's not..its not what you think... Elektra she...the..Hand..I"

I can only blankly stare at him. He didn't even try to contest my accusation. I feel the first rays of sunshine raising down the window.

"All this time.. I.. tried to be understanding..to be good.."

I start to pace around the room. Not knowing exactly what to say. What think.

What am I even supposed to feel here

"All this time.. - ", I have to stare again at his neck. The mark of infidelity is so horribly noticeable that I feel like throwing up, " All these nights of worry for you to..to do this.."

The little voice in my head speaks again.

I have enough

He tries to approach me, reaching my hand the same timid way he did that time I discovered his double life. He looked so lost , almost guilty. I'd later understand how guilt was ghost in Murdock's life, but at that moment, all I was able to think was to keep him in my arms. To hold him so hard

But I can't do that now. Not tonight.

"You.. you have to go...", I feel the tears rising in my eyes.

"(Y/n) I swear I can-

"Just go!"

I raise my voice a tone as I pull my arm away. I can only think of those sleepless nights, staring at window feeling alone. Feeling abandoned. Maybe it was unfair to think that way, but I never wanted to complain.

I have been so good

I just wanted to be by his side.

Matt seems to want to say something, but he only bites his lips as he deeply breathes. He was still physically hurt after all.

"Im sorry," he can only murmur as he swiftly takes his mask back on, turning away, "Im sorry, sweetheart"

He disappears again through the balcony, alongside the other girl. I see her helping him move, wrapping her arms around him. That's when I finally understand. I'll never be a part of that world, and maybe, just maybe, my insecurities were right.

I wasn't enough for the devil of Hells kitchen.

I look up again. The sun had now completely risen, shining the beautiful blue sky of a new day. I come closer to the window, giving a long view to the city.

He won't be here tonight.

I close the curtains before turning off the living room lights.

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