#mattmurdock

[aliceleclert]

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[foggynelsonarchive]

The memories hurt sometimes

[inkdrinkerworld]

if you’re still on your Matt kick would you consider writing about him and his gf who bakes weekly and Matt bugging her while she does it but like in a loving way??

You’re in the kitchen trying to decide what to bake. You’re between blueberry muffins and chocolate chip cookies, both delicious you just can’t seem to choose.

“Matty?” You call, staring at your ingredients like they’ll jump out at you.

“Sweetheart?” He’s home today, the one day that’s just for you and him- Sunday.

If he thinks about it too hard, the Catholic guilt will eat at him, but Sundays are your days.

“Would you prefer blueberry muffins or chocolate chip cookies? I can’t decide.”

He comes up behind you, smelling as he usually does; whiskey and vetiver, warm and inky. His arms wrap around your waist as he hums.

“The muffins,” he says thoughtfully, kissing the groove between your neck and shoulder. “We haven’t had those for a while.”

You smile, leaning back to kiss the hinge of his jaw; “Thanks Matt.”

He doesn’t leave you as you weigh the ingredients, no. Matt stays glued to you the entire time. He doesn’t make it easy to work either, he’s leaning all of his weight on you, kissing your cheek and squeezing your hips.

“Matthew!” You giggle and he laughs. “Ten minutes and then I’m all yours, you clinger.”

He laughs, “I’m not a clinger,” you scoff as you mix the blueberries in the batter. “Can’t a man love on his girl?”

You know Matt knows your heart skips a beat at his words. “You can love on me after I put these in the oven.”

Matt sighs all dramatic like and takes two steps away from you as you scoop the batter in the muffin cups, apply the streusel top and slide them in the oven.

He wastes no time in pulling you close to him after you set a timer. “All mine now,” you giggle as he kisses all over your face.

“You’re like a caveman.” You wrap your arms around his neck as he hauls you to the living room, kisses smattered to every part of you he can reach.

There’s no better way you want to spend your Sunday.

[memisa123]

On Twitter, someone suggested making a mini "FRATT" comic where Muse makes them a fan art.💀😈✨♥️

[wrongmechanism]

[aquaholicsanonymousworld]

A New Devil

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fisk!Daughter Reader, Benjamin "Dex" Poindexter x Fisk!Daughter Reader

Summary: The daughter of Wilson Fisk walks a dangerous line between power and passion in Hell’s Kitchen. When Matt Murdock confronts her in the bar of her father’s Presidential Hotel, warning her about Benjamin Poindexter—her latest entanglement—wearing the Daredevil suit and wreaking havoc, she refuses to play into his self-righteousness. Matt sees her making the same mistakes as Fisk, but she insists she’s always one step ahead.

Inspired by: @prince-septimus 's headcannon? oneshot? about this topic.

The city breathes like a beast beneath you—alive, hungry, always watching. Hell’s Kitchen was never yours, not really, but it wasn't his either. Not Murdock’s. Not Dex’s. Not your father’s. It belonged to the shadows in between, and you had learned to navigate them with ease.

And yet, even as you sat across from Matt in the sleek, dimly lit bar of the Presidential Hotel—now your father’s hotel—you could feel the weight of all three men pressing in around you. Your father. Your ex. Your... whatever Dex was now.

"You shouldn’t be here," you murmured, swirling your drink lazily as you avoided looking at him. "You shouldn’t have called me."

Matt smiled that infuriating little smirk of his, the one that made you want to either punch him or kiss him, depending on the day. "Then why did you answer the phone?"

You exhaled sharply through your nose, setting the glass down with a soft clink. "Say what you need to say, Murdock."

"It’s about Poindexter."

You went still. A slow blink. A measured breath. "What about him?"

Matt leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, lowering his voice. "He’s wearing my suit."

The words barely had time to settle before you scoffed. "And?"

His jaw tensed. "And he’s using it to tear this city apart."

You rolled your eyes. "Spare me the theatrics. You think I don’t know what he does? You think I don’t know what you do? The only difference between the two of you is a red suit and a self-righteous complex."

Matt exhaled slowly, shaking his head. "You don’t see it, do you?"

You tilted your head, challenging him. "See what?"

"You think you’re different from your father. That you’re smarter than him, better. But you’re making the same mistake. You’re letting a man who was made to kill whisper sweet things in your ear, and you’re pretending he won’t turn on you when the time comes."

A slow smile curled your lips, sharp and cruel. "Oh, Matty. The difference between my father and me is that I don’t pretend he won’t. I just plan for when he does."

Matt’s expression darkened. "Then you know how this ends."

You reached for your drink again, raising it slightly. "Everything ends, Matthew. That doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy it while it lasts."

Dex was waiting for you when you got back to your apartment. Sitting on your couch like he belonged there, a knife in his hands, flipping it between his fingers with that eerie precision of his.

"Was he convincing?" he asked without looking up.

You let out a breath, kicking off your heels. "He’s worried about you. Thinks you’re unstable."

Dex snorted. "Takes one to know one."

You smirked, making your way toward him, settling onto his lap without hesitation. He let you, hands immediately resting against your hips, firm and possessive.

"What do you think?" he asked, voice dropping lower. "Am I unstable?"

You ran your fingers through his hair, tilting his head back just slightly. "I think you’re dangerous," you murmured. "And I think I like it."

His eyes darkened, his grip tightening. "Careful, princess. You might start sounding just like your father."

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his, barely a whisper of a touch. "Then it’s a good thing I never wanted to be anything else."

Dex’s breath hitched just slightly before he yanked you down into a bruising kiss, sharp and consuming, as if he wanted to mark you from the inside out.

You wanted him to.

Because Matt was wrong.

You weren’t your father.

You were worse.

[jasperlore]

jus want to say that i love ur spideydevil 🩵🩵

YIPPIEEE

[flatbreadflanedits]

FIRST EDIT POST HERE

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dt: @teddywithoutfear for the concept help 💍

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[kutpot]

Baby Kurt and little Matt being friends for @amazing-spiderling

[smollkittykat]

i love how in marvel shows, it's always a little special thing when the mcu actors voice their own characters and then there's charlie cox who has dedicated what seems to be three quartes of his career to portray this repressed angry catholic man.

charlie cox' agent (probably) : hey so they're doing a new animated spider man show and daredevil will be there for a few scenes. Would you be interested-

charlie cox, walking out of the recording studio, wearing round red sunglasses: oh yeah, no, i know

[pulkitoki]

Daredevil VS Bullseye- undeleted layers or process.

[aliceleclert]

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[foggynelsonarchive]

"don't do that behind my back"

[inkdrinkerworld]

❛ come back to bed’ for Matt Murdock? I loveeed that stern Matt you just did, I can’t wait to see more of your stuff on him!

Hehe thank you! And thank you for requesting! Slightly suggestive themes so MDNI 18+only

You groan as you feel the bed for Matt and come up short. You know it’s not morning yet, Matt’s alarm would’ve gone off, and he’s been back from his Daredevil outings for hours.

His spot is still warm at least.

Groggily, you knuckle at your eyes and sit up on your elbow. The bed sheet falls off your shoulder and when the cold air hits you, you remember your nakedness.

“Matty?” He isn’t in the room and you sigh, draping the sheet over you as you go looking for him.

You find him in the kitchen, the fridge open as he gets a bottle of water.

“What are you doing up, sweetheart?” His words are quiet to compliment the night.

“Can’t sleep when you’re gone.” You’re past the point in your relationship where admitting a thing like that would make your cheeks flame.

Matt smiles, opening an arm out to you where he stands. “Is everything okay?” You ask him as he hugs you, the scent of rum and vetiver, soaked deep in his skin, envelops you both.

“Perfect, was just getting something to eat. Tired ourselves out for a bit there, don’t you think sweetheart?”

Your cheeks flame then and you know Matt can feel it. “Come back to bed.” You manage to get the words out before a yawn takes you over.

“Alright,” Matt reaches in the fridge again, pulling out another bottle water and then reaching into your little basket of protein bars for two blueberry yogurt ones. “Let’s go back to bed.”

You let Matt lead you to the bedroom, your face in his chest as you get there.

“Here,” he cracks the water for you the moment you’re sitting on the mattress. You take a few sips and accept the open protein bar he hands you.

“Thanks Matt.” Despite the snack, sleep has you in its clutches and refuses to let go.

Matt hardly finishes his before you’re curled up beside him, head somewhere near his side as you get comfortable again. “Don’t leave again.”

He coos at your words, stroking the hairs at your temple. “M’right here, sweetheart. Let’s go to sleep.”

[memisa123]

Matt in ep3 be like:

[wrongmechanism]

this is sending me into oblivion