#daredevil one shot

[amberlynnmurdock]

Neighbor

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: You're Matt Murdock's neighbor, and one night he hears you pray.

Words: Under 1k

A/N: I just be posting anything now lol wrote this in my notes app hope you like it!!!

The building was quiet most of the time, but unfortunately for Matt Murdock, that wasn't the case, ever. Most people couldn't hear apartments three doors down and the conversations that went on in them. But Matt could. And he could never avoid them.

He distracted himself from the outside noise with menial chores–cleaning whatever dishes were left in the sink, reorganizing glasses in the cabinet, and practicing his fighting. But when dusting and cleaning wasn't enough, when even the music he played couldn't drown out the noise, he tended to listen to a particular apartment: hers.

She lived alone. Right across the hall, diagonal from his own door. Of all the apartments he was forced to listen to day in and day out, hers was the most peaceful. The quietest. She didn't have loud conversations with anyone, she didn't have a dog who would bark in the middle of the night. Instead, she had a teapot on the stove that would whistle when ready; she spent most nights quietly flipping through pages of a book. She got up to that annoying phone alarm and trotted to the bathroom to get ready for work. Matt's not sure what she does, but sometimes he hears her come home late when he's about to get ready to patrol the streets as Daredevil.

Matt realized going over this in his head was a little more than creepy and trod the thin line of being a stalker, but his heightened senses and what they picked up on were unavoidable. The times he couldn't focus on anything else or tune out the other noises in the apartment he focused on hers because it was the most calming to his senses.

He's only run into her a handful of times on the rare occasion they both leave for work in the morning. One time, they both exited their apartments at the same time. She quietly waved good morning until she realized she waved at a blind man and then uttered a more audible "good morning." Most people would ignore the realization and awkwardly go about their day, but not her. She always made sure to say good morning from then on. Matt liked that–no, liked you.

Matt found himself eager to get home after work more often than not, in hopes of coming home at the same time as her. Anything to get a small interaction would be enough for him. Even if it was as small as her holding the door for him or wishing him a good night. He looked forward to these small interactions so much that if they didn't happen, Matt would have a much less than good day.

One night, though, when he was just about to let himself fall asleep after a rather rough night patrolling Hell's Kitchen, he heard her. He heard her in a way he hadn't before. From the hiccups, to the shaky breaths, and the lingering taste of salt in the air, he knew she was crying.

Matt shot up in bed as he began to listen more intently–what happened?

"Please, God," he heard her whispered prayer, "Please make sure I make it home safe and unharmed from work. Please. There's so much violence in this city and I'm scared to walk alone at night."

Matt took a shaky breath, gripping his silk sheets in his hands. She was scared, he confirmed. Well, rest assured, he thought. Tomorrow night, he would make sure she arrived home safely from work himself.

TO BE CONTINUED??? IDK.

[xxeycisxx]

Just like that, sweetheart

Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: you're relaxing with Matt on a lazy sunday afternoon, but Matt gets bored.

TW: unprotected sex, fingering, cockwarming, oral, praise kink, dom Matt, reader is submissive. MDNI

might contain some typos.

taglist: @its-carlerrr

-masterlist here

You were both lying on the couch, it was a Sunday afternoon, your head was resting on his naked stomach and his hand was gently playing with strands of your hair between his fingers. You felt his calm breath, heard his heartbeat through his skin that radiated with warmth and made you feel completely at peace. Hot wind swept across your exposed thighs, noise from the street coming through the window, 

Your hands were resting on his spreaded thighs, you wanted to touch him, always, as much as you could. It was like your body was physically addicted to his. Feeling him inside you, entering your body and making you his home was the best thing you could experience as a human. The way he touched you, roughly, but somehow with love and tenderness. You loved when he was rough with you. And he loved it too. You belonged to him and he belonged to you. Your bodies were inseparable. 

You loved him so much.

“You wanted to watch that movie,” you completely forgot about the movie, honestly. Yes, you were feeling lazy and wanted to spend some time doing nothing with Matt. But he is just such a distracting man. 

“What are you talking about? I am watching the movie,” you lied. You knew your thoughts were already somewhere else, thinking about his tongue between your thighs, how he kissed his way into your cunt and toyed with your clit until it made you cum an hour ago. You already felt wetness spreading between your legs, but you couldn’t help yourself. He made you feel that way, not you. 

“How can you expect me to just sit here and listen to that damn movie when I can taste you in the air again?” he knew. He always knew, and you liked that, you liked that he knew what he was doing to you. How much you wanted him.

“I am just watching the movie, Matthew,” you were teasing him, and he loved when you were doing that. And he loved even more what always came after that. 

To be honest, you really weren’t ready for him again, your pussy was still a bit sore from before, but you wanted him. You noticed his dick between his legs, desperately trying to get out of his boxers, just a couple inches from your face. It was a hot afternoon, neither of you didn’t bother with clothes, so there was no way of hiding it. 

“Yeah baby? Just watching a movie?” he teased back, his right hand slipped down your back, right between your legs. He put your panties aside with his skilled fingers, that you were already eager to suck on, and started sliding them up and down your slit, spreading your wetness all over your sensitive cunt. 

“So you don’t want me here, right?” he smiled, his fingers found your clit again, but made barely any contact, just playing with you. 

“I am just watching the movie, baby,” you really tried to hide your moan, but he could still hear it in your voice. His dick could hear it too, it was almost painful, how much he wanted you.

“Well, you don’t need your mouth now, right baby?” his hand slipped inside his boxers and his cock sprung out. He was huge and there was a little bit of precum already coming out from his tip. Your mouth started salivating just at the sight.

“Just let me put it in there for a bit,” his voice was deep, filled with lust. His hand grabbed his cock and aimed it to your mouth.

“Just open your mouth for me, baby, just want to feel you,” you did what he said and slightly opened your mouth. His tip slowly slid inside and you could finally taste his nectar on your tongue, you started sucking on his tip lightly. 

“That’s my good girl, just like that,” you loved when he said that, you would do anything to just hear him say those words to you. 

His tip stayed in, you continued to lightly suck on him, then gently switched to playing with your tongue on him, exploring him lazily. He loved it, you could feel his breaths get deeper and his heart started to race.

“I know you like that, baby, I can feel you getting wetter,” his fingers were still pushing on your clit, but were not moving at all. You tried to stay calm and focus on his dick inside your mouth. 

“My sweet slut likes to have my cock in her mouth, huh?” his other hand started stroking your hair, rewarding you. You moaned, your pussy was clenching around nothing, already asking for what was now in your mouth. 

“Suck on me again, baby, c’mon, make me feel good,” you obeyed, taking a little more of him in. He tasted so sweet, you could taste more precum on your tongue and moaned again. 

“Good, good girl, you’re doing so well taking care of my cock,” he knew how to make you desperate and he knew how to drive you crazy only using words. Your pussy started to move, creating that sweet friction with his fingers, that were still between your folds. But right after you started, his fingers were gone.

“You wanted to watch the movie, didn’t you?” you could practically hear that smug smile on his face. You moaned desperately in protest, but his hand kept your head firmly on his cock. There was no way out and honestly, you loved every second of it, you loved how his dick was twitching against your tongue, how you could feel how much he wanted you and loved what you were doing to him. But you needed more. 

“Stay like that, baby, make me feel good, okay?” he said. You could feel his hand moving from your hips to your breasts. You were only wearing a tank top, so your nipples were already exposed and hard against the thin fabric. Matt’s fingers found your nipple and started squeezing it between his fingers through your shirt. Your moans vibrated on his dick, making him moan quietly too. 

“Just like that,” you loved when Matt gave orders like that. You budged back a little, so you could spit on his dick and spread it out on him with your tongue. Then, gently, you took him back inside, your tongue caressing him, making him feel good.

You stayed like that for some time. Matt didn’t stop playing with your nipples for a second, tugging them, squeezing them, or just lightly touching them. He knew he was teasing you, preparing you for what he had in store for you and you tried to focus on his cock, which was still resting in your mouth.

Then, finally, the movie was over. 

Your heart was racing, your pussy clenching and completely wet, so empty, just waiting for anything that Matt could give you. 

“Fucking finally,” Matt said roughly, he thought about finishing inside your mouth like ten times, but he wanted you to cum on his dick now. He took his dick out of your mouth quickly and stood up behind you. You barely managed to realize what was happening and he was already pushing his dick inside you. 

“You’re always so wet for me, baby, I love that,” he gritted through his teeth. You could tell he was close, that probably, making you cockwarm him with your mouth for so long was as hard for him as it was for you.  But you loved to see him this desperate and you loved to finally feel him inside you, stretching your sensitive pussy, making it his again. 

His fingers found your clit again and started drawing circles around it again, but this time, he applied more pressure, driving you crazy.

“Matt, please, I can’t!” you moaned, it was too much. He made you cum today already, so doing it again was a bit too much for you, but he kept you on the thin line between pain and pleasure, knowing exactly what he was doing and how he was doing it. 

“You can take it,” he ordered. Your cunt started spasming around him, you were already close. His fingers were still abusing your clit, forcing you on the edge of pleasure, taking him with you. 

“I am gonna cum, Matt, please!” you begged, you loved every second, yet somehow, it was too much.

“Cum for me baby, c’mon, make me proud,” he grunted, his thrusts inside you became more uneven, but harder and deeper. He was about to cum too, but you were already there.

Thick hot liquid slipped out of you as your pussy was convulsing around his thick cock, your whole body is not yours anymore, you don’t even know if you feel it too much or not at all at that point, there is nothing in the world other than you and Matt. 

“That’s it baby, just like that,” you felt his hot cum spreading inside you, marking you as his. The pleasure spread across your whole body, Matt thrusted in you a few more times and then both of you fell on the couch.

“I love you baby, so much,”

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[dameronology]

moment's passed (matt murdock)

summary: based on say don't go by t.swift (x)

warnings: excessive use of the f-word. angst.

this is one of the from the vault songs that just fucking HITS me. i have been crying to this since it came out tbh. i hope you enjoy xx

-jazz

You had Matt Murdock.

Until you didn't.

Things had been sweet at first; he was a weathered lawyer who needed some light in his life. Somebody to come home to; somebody to properly love for the first time in his fucking life. It wasn't like the high he was chasing with Eletkra Natchios, or the familiarity he'd sought out with Karen Page. He got both things from your relationship, but you were...different. You gave him highs; you could make him feel like he was home and on a rollercoaster all at once. It was a feeling Matthew wanted to keep for the rest of his life. He would have been stupid not to. But wasn't that the thing about Matt? He was incredibly smart, but also incredibly fucking stupid. Almost bound to take someone for granted. He'd done it with Foggy, hadn't he? 

Five years. That was how long you made it before cracks began to appear in your foundations. You'd loved Matt for his Daredevil side at first; maybe he could go too far, but he'd always known when to stop (right?) and you admired him for it. For his bravery, for his candor, for the way he protected the city. It was like a dark and sexy secret that you prided yourself on keeping. It tied you together. You were part of it now. You were the person that Matt could come to about his darkest fears and worst nights. You were the person whose side he would curl up into during the night, craving someone to protect him for once. There was always the worry that he would go into deep and truly lose himself, but every time Matt found himself on the precipice of doing so, you would be there to hold him back - to keep him sane and to stop him letting Matt Murdock and Daredevil blur into one person. 

You were only a human being, though. So was he. Matt could save the city and everything in it but you couldn't save him from himself. Save him from coming home at 6AM - your agreement had always been 3AM at the latest - and sliding into bed beside you without a word, or save him from waking up in a bad mood and refusing to talk to you about it. No matter how many times you begged him to just spend one night in, or to not leave himself three hours to sleep before work. It all fell on empty ears and that hurt when he had fucking super hearing. Comforting cuddles at night turned into whispered touches and soon, those touches became backs turned to one another. Long conversations turned into polite niceties than eventually faded into silence. The happy relationship - breakfast together in the morning at the table and takeouts on the sofa at night - became a burden. A horse you were both flogging because staying together in silence was slightly less terrifying than whatever the alternative that left you alone was. Soon, you were the only one flogging said horse. Matt had dropped his stick a long time ago and turned away. He'd walked into the depths of Hell's Kitchen and you weren't sure he was ever coming back. 

This wasn't your fault. Maybe it wasn't his fault either but hell it was his burden to bear. You'd done nothing but love and support him and what did you get in return? Silence. Iciness. Long, tense moments of forced conversations. 

You got used to it eventually. Every night, he'd come stumbling in at 4,5,6AM, skin littered with bruises and wounds; some from that night and others reopened. Matt's skin was thick with scars now. They were forming a new Daredevil suit across his arms and legs and back and there was no taking it off. It was always there. Always a reminder. 

Matt was laying with his back to you; you watched with open eyes, as his breathing went from shallow and tense, to something a little deeper and softer. He was falling asleep. Tough fucking luck, Murdock, you thought, it's time to talk. 

You brushed a hand down his back - Matt arched like a cat, suddenly waking.

"Hey, Matty."

He sighed heavily. "I was sleeping."

"I know. I'm sorry. I just wanted to see how you were-"

"- I'm tired," Matt huffed. "Go to sleep."

"I'm tired too," you murmured. Tired of this. Tired of this silence. Tired of you.

"Sleep too, then."

"I will," you whispered. "What are you doing tomorrow afternoon?"

"I'm working all day. Probably late."

"Okay, goodnight," you said. "I love you."

Silence. 

The morning came and still, Matt barely spoke to you. He ghosted past you in the morning, hands fumbling for a clean shirt and pants. His shoes were pulled on and coffee made, and he was out the door before you'd even risen for work. That was purposeful. He never left earlier than 8AM and it wasn't even gone 7:30. Maybe he didn't want to talk. Maybe he just wanted to talk to anyone that wasn't you - which was funny, because you'd barely had a conversation in weeks. 

You had lunch with Karen later that day, about four doors down from the Nelson & Murdock office. Whatever dalliance she'd had with Matt was in the past - you two were good friends. She was level-headed and candid. You needed that in a friend. She always said what you needed to hear, even if you didn't want to. 

"So, I'm gonna see this guy for a second date, I think," Karen was saying something. You were gone, eyes blankly staring past her. "But I'm not sure, because - hey, are you listening to me?"

"No," you admitted. "I'm sorry. I had a really shitty night."

Her face fell with concern. "What's going on?"

"Matt's losing himself to his night job," you admitted. "I haven't had a proper talk with him in fucking months. I don't think he's touched me since people liked James Corden, Karen. Do you know what a long time that is?"

"Jesus," she muttered. Without another word, she pulled out her diary and flicked through it. "Look, it says he's got his whole afternoon wide open today. He went home at midday I think."

You faltered slightly. Either Karen was mistaken or Matt was a fucking liar and had fed you bullshit about being busy this afternoon. The worst part was that you knew Karen never made mistakes when it came to her secretary job. She had a Pinterest board for everything and her Google calendar synced up to ten different devices. She probably wasn't wrong and lying to you, although a new development, was pretty in line with how Matt had been lately. It felt like the final nail in the coffin. The thing that sealed your relationship's fate.

"I..." you muttered. "Okay. Will you hate me if I ditch early to go and talk to him?"

Karen shook her head. "No. Go."

That subway ride was the longest of your ride. It felt like every stop was twice as long; like every red signal lasted ten years. Had the walk from the platform to the barriers always been this long? Had the street from the station to your apartment been this stretched out? Your feet had never hurt more as you sprinted up the stairs from the lobby to your apartment. The door was on the latch - Karen was right, he had been home - and you booted it down with ease. Matt jumped up from the sofa as you did.

"What are you-"

"- you're a fucking liar!" you snapped. 

There was a lingering silence for a moment. Matt was a man of few words but he had very rarely found himself speechless.

"I'm done," you muttered.

"Done with what?"

"I'm done with you," you said. "I'm done with us. With this shitty relationship. Do you know how long I've been trying? How long I've been begging you to give me some kind of attention? Months, Matt. I've been dying for MONTHS and you haven't cared."

"I haven't been ignoring you-"

"- please don't lie to me," you cut him off again. 

The silence returned. You might have been half way out the door for months but Matt had been the one holding it open. The worst part was that you loved him to your very core and if he just said the words then - stay, don't go - or even any fucking word in the human language that hinted at a glimmer of hope, you would have thought twice. Maybe your apartment was a ghost town now but it was haunted with what used to be. Maybe there was a chance to go back to that. Just maybe. You would take maybe. 

The seconds passed. One, two, three. You counted them as they went, right up until you hit sixty. The dreaded one minute mark. That was more than enough time to beg. You could have done it in thirty. But he'd said nothing. The silence now said more to you than Matt had in the last three months. 

"Do you have nothing to say?" you quietly asked. 

"Right," you murmured. "I'm really done then."

"Just...think about this?" Matt said. His voice wavered slightly. There it was. The thing you'd been wanting to hear. It was just one minute too late. 

"Moment's passed, Matty," 

[spider-stark]

THE DEVIL'S GAME

MATT MURDOCK X VIGILANTE!READER

Summary - Seeking retribution, you find yourself wandering into Hell's Kitchen, only to become ensnared by the Daredevil himself.

Warnings - 18+, broken bones, blood, flirty shit, vaguely suggestive

Word Count - 2.9k

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Hell’s Kitchen wasn’t your neighborhood.  

But you hadn’t thought twice about it before leaving the comfort of your home, abandoning Queens to fulfill a dream of paltry retribution.  

Any other night and you might have considered the consequences of crossing into the Kitchen, but tonight your judgment had been clouded by an opportunity to finally lay your hands on the slippery brute that had gotten under your skin as of late.  

And, by the time you realized that you had willingly traipsed into the Devil’s Realm, it had been far too late.  

Farlin Costain was a particularly skilled pick-pocket, renowned amongst his fellow New York gutter rats—including petty thieves, drug dealers, and the likes—for his stealth and cunning. Typically, you wouldn’t have bothered with someone so low on the food chain, leaving him for some smaller vigilante to handle.  

Unfortunately for Costain, he made a costly mistake when he had made a target of your sweet, innocent roommate last week. And while you once wouldn’t have spared Costain so much as a second glance, you now had every intention of making him regret the very day he was born.  

“C’mon Farly! Already giving up?” You sang, patronizing him as you pressed your foot down harder against his breastbone. “I thought you wanted to play! Remember?”  

Word spread like wildfire that you were looking for Costain as every back-alley criminal in New York gossiped about what he must’ve done to catch your eye. Because of this, it only took a few days for Costain to catch wind that you were on his trail—and, being an absolute moron, he spent an entire drunken night in Scruffy Duffy’s Saloon bragging to friends and strangers alike that, should you find him, he could easily take you in a fight.  

Alas, the bartender at Duffy’s—an old informant of yours—was glad to send you a text detailing Costain’s visit. The pieces fell into place quickly after that, and soon you found out that the asshole was staying in a shitty mid-rise apartment just down the street from the bar.  

He hadn’t heard you when you skillfully leapt from the neighboring building, landing atop his apartment to spy him and a few of his cut-purse buddies passing a joint. As soon as you stepped into the light, his friends scurried like roaches, darting for the door to the stairwell.  

None of them were particularly recognizable, and since your vendetta wasn’t with them, you gladly let them escape.  

But not Costain.  

“Fucking cunt!” Costain wheezed beneath your weight, writhing on the gravel that lined the rooftop and spitting blood on your shiny black boots. You grimaced—disgusting.  

“Is that the best you’ve got? Blood can be cleaned up—but it’s gonna take weeks for your nose to heal. Do you really want your friends to find out that you couldn’t take me? That you couldn’t even get a hit in?” You continued to chastise him, head cocking to the side as you examined the blood still gushing from his now crooked nose.  

To Farlin’s credit, he had tried to fight back, having pulled a switchblade out as soon as you made a move for him. Unfortunately for him, the stealth needed to swipe wallets and watches was as far as his combat skills seemed to go, and it had taken you less than a few seconds to send the blade tumbling over the edge of the rooftop, clanking on the sidewalk below.  

But what Costain lacked in skill, he certainly made up for in spirit.  

“I can’t fucking breathe!” He rasped; his throat still raw from all the screaming he’d done after the nauseating crunch of his nasal bones. Thrashing beneath you, he lifted his hands to your ankle and began clawing and hitting and scratching, desperately trying to pry your foot off of his chest. “Get off!”  

You didn’t so much as flinch as his fists whirled at your calf, nor did you relieve any of the pressure you were applying to his breast. Instead, you pressed even harder, giving him a wicked grin.  

“You’re left-handed, aren’t you?” You mused, noting the slight weakness of the punches coming from his right. “Are you ambidextrous?”  

Gasping, Costain’s eyes lit with fury as a strangled sound ripped from his throat, growling at you.  

“I’ll take that as a no,” You hummed, your cheshire grin growing wider now. “They say that anyone can learn, y’know. How to use both hands.”  

Crouching down, you forced more of your weight onto him as you leaned over his face, your loose hair grazing his cheek. The fury in his eyes had already extinguished, replaced with an icy fear. His arms began to fall limp at his sides, his body too oxygen deprived to keep fighting you.  

“If you wanna learn,” you droned, tracing a single digit along the curve of his plump, blue lips, “then I’d be glad to give you some encouragement.”  

Faster than light, you slid your weight off his chest, rising above him. Farlin heaved at the loss of pressure, miserably trying to fill his aching lungs with air.  

Too delirious to fight back, he didn’t even notice when you lunged for his wrist, grabbing hold and hastily yanking him to his feet. You pressed your other hand right above his elbow, giving it all your force as you snapped his arm at the joint, the bones splintering and giving a deeply satisfying CRUNCH!  

Farlin had filled his greedy lungs with just enough oxygen to let out a gnarly scream as the pain washed over him like a tidal wave, sending him crumbling to his knees in front of you.  

“Damn, my bad,” you huffed, frowning at the sight of him, hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he clutched his right arm. “I was supposed to break the left one, wasn’t I? I can be such a ditz sometimes, huh? But no worries—I can fix this!”  

You went to reach for his left arm, taking far too much pleasure in the terror that ignited in his glossy eyes, but the adrenaline now pumping in his veins gave him an edge. Using his newfound chemical courage to try and scramble away from your assault, he managed to just barely evade the quick swipe of your hand, only to then fall backwards onto his ass.  

You snorted a laugh at him—useless.  

Too terrified to try and make a second attempt at escape, Costain only looked up at you with pleading eyes, silently begging you to leave him alone. You considered it for a second—just one—scrounging deep within yourself for even a trace of pity for the thief.  

Unfortunately, you came up empty-handed, as you often did when dealing with trash like Costain.  

You went for his left arm a second time, but as soon as you took a single step, something stopped you.  

No—scratch that—not something, but someone.  

A muscular arm wrapped around your middle, trapping your arms at your sides. You went to make your escape, but before you could tense even a single muscle, another arm wrapped around your throat—not applying pressure, not yet, but effectively trapping you and leaving you incredibly vulnerable.  

“I think he’s had enough for one night,” a luscious voice spoke in your ear, the warmth of their breath grazing along your neck, “Don’t you?”  

You were as still as a doe in headlights, carefully flicking your gaze down to the arms wrapping around you. Noticing the all-black sleeves that covered them, you sunk your teeth into your cheek. As far as you could tell from your current position, there was nothing discernable about the mystery man holding you hostage.  

“Not at all,” you admitted to him, cunning as ever. “I was just getting started.”  

The man gave a disapproving grunt. “You’ve already terrified him. He can hardly breathe,” he pointed out as if you weren’t aware of the heaving mess lying on the ground in front of you.  

“Even better,” you quipped, trying not to flinch when the arm around your waist suddenly tightened. “I like it when they’re afraid.”  

His breath caressed your skin again as he scoffed, shaking his head. “Look, I don’t care what kind of sadistic game you like to play with these men, but keep it your own borough, got it? I’ve heard about what you’ve done in Queens—and my neighborhood isn’t open to being your new playground.”  

The declaration gave you pause. Your breath caught in your throat as you suddenly remembered where you were and whose territory you had crossed into and made a mess in. His neighborhood– 

Fuck—you swallowed, only to find that your mouth had gone dry—he’s the fucking Daredevil.  

Costain seemed to put the pieces together at the same time as you. And, while still weeping over his shattered nose and broken arm, decided to crawl towards the infamous Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, hiding behind him and deciding to take his chances with him over you.  

Fucking coward.  

“I didn’t realize the Devil kept tabs on the rest of us,” you teased, trying to settle the pounding of your heart as you grappled with the dangerous fact that the Daredevil knew who you were. “You never bother coming to the annual vigilante sleepovers.”  

He hummed, but there was no hint of amusement. “I only keep tabs on the one's worth knowing about—and you have been making quite a mess. Last I heard, you were leaving innocent men mangled and bloody on every street corner from Queens to Brooklyn.”  

Irritation warmed your veins, blood thrumming in your ears as you howled, “Innocent?!” You gave a dry laugh, “The men I deal with are far from innocent, Devil-boy! The man you just saved is a fucking thief! And last I checked, you and I are supposed to be on the same team!”  

“We aren’t even playing the same game, sweetheart.” Daredevil corrected, the endearment slipping from his tongue sounding more like an insult than anything else. “He’s a petty thief. If your only interest was in keeping the streets clean, then you could’ve easily taken him down and left him on the doorstep of the nearest police station.”  

You cut your eyes, slumping in his hold. “And where’s the fun in that?”  

“You really are hopeless,” He snorted, unimpressed. “One broken arm is more than enough retribution for a pick-pocket. Swear you won’t touch him, and I’ll let you go.”  

“Or I could break your arm instead,” you suggested coyly, either in an attempt to flirt with or distract him.  

You tried to wiggle your arms at your sides, assessing just how much you were able to move. His own muscled arm rested just above your elbows, leaving some limited motion in your wrists and forearms. You wouldn’t be able to do much with it—nothing spectacular—but maybe…  

“If you thought you were strong enough to do that then you would’ve tried it already.” He countered.  

“Well, physical strength isn’t the only way out of a sticky situation, Devil-boy,” you reminded him. “But I’m more than confident that I could kick your ass.”  

The hold around your neck suddenly grew taut, his forearm lightly pressing against your windpipe in a subtle reminder that he was much stronger than you. “With a single move,” he purred, “I could snap your neck. Your life is in my hands.”  

Your pulse throbbed, but you didn’t panic, even as every instinct you had was screaming at you to give in—to stop antagonizing him and vow to never lay another hand on Costain again.  

But you were never very good at listening to that little voice in your head that told you what to do.  

Taking a hefty bet on your life, you used what limited motion you had in your arms to wiggle them back and slide them around his hips. You felt his muscles tense, readying himself to fight you or choke you or something, but juvenile laughter was already spilling from your lips as you brazenly cupped his backside in your palms.  

“My life might be in your hands,” you declared through a fit of giggles, “but your ass is in mine!”  

Your confidence grew when you realized that he hadn’t yet choked you out for your insolence—too stunned to react at all—and so you took full advantage of his inability to move without releasing you. Using your newfound grip on him, you shoved his crotch against your ass, grinding back against him just enough to catch him further off-guard.  

An involuntary groan slipped his lips at the rough contact, his voice gloriously low and hoarse and absolutely to die for.  

Daredevil figured you would try to fight back, but he had been expecting something along the lines of hand-to-hand combat—and not once had he considered that your preferred method of fighting would be grinding your ass against his dick.  

Shocked, unprepared, and a little horny, Daredevil took a step back to try and put space between your body’s, his grip turning lax as his blood rushed south. You took advantage of his single moment of weakness, managing to slip from his grasp with some ease now.  

“See?” You boasted, holding your arms out dramatically as you stood in front of him, finally face to face. “I told you physical strength wasn’t the only way out.”  

Daredevil was quick to regain his composure, and when you noticed a muscle feather in his jaw, you had the good sense to move swiftly into a ready position—just in case the Devil wanted to dance.  

But he made no move towards you, even as your fists lifted in his direction. He stayed where he was, clicking his tongue as he said, “You fight dirty.”  

A smirk played on your lips. “You don’t know the half of it. But don’t worry, I’m just as much a masochist as I am a sadist,” you teased, blatantly admiring the appearance of his toned muscles beneath the tight-fitting black shirt he wore, “so we can take turns, if you want.”  

He laughed, actually laughed. “Never gonna happen.”  

You stuck your bottom lip out, pouting at him, but he didn’t react.  

“Why not? Looks to me like you enjoyed having me touch you,” you spared a glance to the now sizable bulge in his dark jeans. “Tell you what, Devil-boy, let me break his other arm and I’ll consider taking care of that for you.”  

Costain gave a pathetic whimper at that, as if he too could sense the growing tension in the air and worried that Daredevil might be willing to sell-out in favor of getting off.  

Ignoring his whining, Daredevil took a step closer to you, and then another. Your body reacted, muscles growing taut as you prepared yourself to strike him. But, when he halted less than a couple of inches from you, you felt as if your bones had all but turned to jelly.  

He smelled of expensive cologne and cheap coffee, and even with the black mask covering the entire upper half of his face, you had no doubt that he was impossibly handsome. Your heart thrummed wildly in your chest, and as if he could hear it, he gave you a satisfied grin.  

“Your mouth is as filthy as your techniques,” he rebuked, though a hint of amusement and intrigue laced his tone. “Tell you what,” Daredevil mimicked you, “you’re gonna get out of my neighborhood—now. And, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll stick to your side of the city from now on.” His breath fanned against your cheeks, and a warmth suddenly crept up your neck. “Got it?”  

“And if I don’t?” You felt incredibly small beneath his impressive height, having bent your neck to look up at him.  

The Devil seemed to stare down at you—no, he seemed to stare through you, though his eyes remained entirely hidden beneath the mask. You wondered what color they were, if they were as pretty as the rest of him, and how they might look rolling into the back of his head as you straddled his waist—but your fantasies were cut short as he stretched an arm towards you and roughly caught your jaw in his hand.  

You grunted at the unexpected contact, the sound making his grin grow wider. His nails scraped lightly against your cheek as you tried to jerk away from the touch, but it was a futile attempt. “If you don’t,” he muttered, leaning in closer as his tongue glided across his lips, enticing you further, “then I’ll make sure that you regret it.”  

A bit breathless, you tried your best to sound unaffected, only for the slight wobble in your voice to give you away, “Sounds like a challenge.”  

His head tilted to the side, as if he were watching you, listening to the erratic pounding in your chest and the sound of blood rushing your veins. For a heartbeat you let your gaze fall to his chiseled jaw, to his mouth, calculating the risk of leaning in and catching his pouty bottom lip between your teeth.  

“It’s not,” he assured you, his voice thick and gruff. “It’s a promise.”  

You stifled a hiss as he released your jaw from his grip. He didn’t spare another word before turning away, the gravel crunching beneath his clunky combat boots as he went straight to Costain, heaving the thief off the ground by his non-broken arm.  

If it were anyone else stealing away your target, you likely would’ve cut them down right alongside Costain. 

But it hadn’t been just anyone—it was the Devil.  

Dumbstruck and more than mildly infatuated with the alluring Daredevil, you knew that tonight would be the first of many visits to Hell’s Kitchen. 

my brain is rotting because i've written 44+k words in a single month because i decided to rewrite infinitely you and while taking a small break from working on it i created this garbage fire of a matt murdock one shot.

thanks for reading

[hart269]

You are Evil

Pairing : Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

Summary : You make a deal with Matt and he is not happy. He is.

Warning : Human disaster Matt Murdock, Fluff

Masterlist / Charlie Cox Masterlist

Matt could feel you glaring down at him, his chin being lightly pinched between your fingers, as you lifted his face. He could hear the nerve on your eyes straining as your pupils tried to make eye-contact with his dormant ones.

"Are you listening to me, Murdock" your stern voice echoed through his empty room.

Matt wanted to snicker but held it in, knowing it would just make you more angry.

He cleared his throat.

"Yes"

"You will not get up from here?" you warned him emphasizing each syllable.

You were done with his shit. That stupid idiot just got himself hurt and didn't let himself fully heal before going out to play devil again with the criminals.

So, when it became too much and he hurt himself really badly, you decided to take things in your own hands. But a certain someone wasn't taking it seriously, which could be seen by the way he tried to unsucessfully hide his smile.

"I won't"

"And if you do"

"Then what darling" his head tilted as a cocky smirk came on his infuriatingly cute face which not to metion was also bruised.

"Then Murdock" you whispered, your fingers trailed up his cheek as you leaned in so close, your lips almost touched his, "No hugs or kisses for a month."

It took Matt a few seconds to process that information, something that often happen when you were this close in proximity.

"No" Matt whispered as you got up. "A month, that's simply cruel" Matt pouted looking like a puppy whose tail you had just stepped on.

"It's your decision now" you shrugged, "You either fully let yourself heal before going out or you know"

Matt slumped his head bck groaning, "But people.."

"There are tons of other superheroes in NewYorks, who are going to take care of your patrol for a few days. Not to mention you can't even properly stand up"

"Yes, I can" Matt winced as he tried to stand up which he almost succeded at before slumping over as you caught him and gently laid him back on the bed.

You crossed your arms as he pouted once again. With a sigh, you turned around to leave before a wrist grabbed your hand.

"Fine but I demand cuddles all of the times"

Matt's head turned towards you as he lifted his other arm in a "come hither" motion.

"Alright" You agreed with a smug smile as you carefully climbed on the bed and wrapped yourself around him trying to avoid the bruises and injuries.

Matt sighed burying his face inside your neck, "You are truly evil" he murmured causing you to giggle.

"But you love me" you replied as you kissed his forehead running your hands through his hair.

"But I love you"

[sgt-morgan]

Angst related to season 2 with elektra coming back and current gf struggling with insecurities regarding her relationship with Matt

Deserving ❤️‍🩹

Summary: You and Matt are in a situationship, and Elektra seems to spell trouble for your budding romance.

Warnings:AFAB & Female identifying reader, angsty, hurt comfort. I am not super versed in the art of angst, and I don’t know what to tag. If you want a warning here it is.

A/N: I hope this satisfied your ask, I want more of them! I hope this is what you wanted!

Daredevil Masterlist

Jesus sweet Christ. She was back. Long black hair, Hot as the ninth level of hell, knows how to kick ass, clever, rich. Not a lot to compete with there, you supposed, she’s just… hotter? It just… didn’t make sense to you, if Matt had access to all… that. Why in the name of all hell was he choosing to date an obnoxious, mouthy, poor, accident prone lawyer with no notable features to mention. It made exactly no sense. You weren’t that serious you supposed, you sort of dated, three real dates, patching a lot of bruises, snuggles on couches, you supposed that you were considered his girlfriend. Maybe not though, I mean Jesus, she is both named and dressed like a mortal combat character. On a good day all you could compare yourself to was someone from street fighter two. How were you to compete? Someone was clearly winning here, and you didn’t feel like it was you.

They had totally fucked too. The body language, the smiles, the communication? They knew each others bodies. No denying chemistry. You were confused about all your feelings too. Was this jealousy? No, it felt more like… resignation? Like okay, hot boyfriend has a super, SUPER hot ex, there’s very obviously some unrequited feeling, you are a worm and they’re bald eagles. Eagles don’t date worms, they consume them then fly off to their hotter eagle-y girlfriends and sometimes maybe reminisce about how good the worm was, before remembering how much cooler their girlfriend was. God, this sucked. But, then again, you remembered them dating in college, and she made Matt miserable for a time. You remembered stories from college, you remembered how long putting Matt back together took for you and Foggy. You remembered how hard he fought being loved. Remembered his belief that he was a terrible person. Remembered the long road back to happiness. Surely, you thought, surely there was no love lost there. She just needed his help, Daredevil’s help. They didn’t want each other. They were like oil and water. It would be fine. You decided to give Matt the benefit of the doubt.

You two worked and acted as if nothing was wrong. However, while for you it was an act, for Matt, he saw it as a sign that he could lean in on what he was trying to accomplish with Elektra. It was taking its toll, but Matt was yet to notice. It was horrible, you felt miserable, and you had no other choice but to simply wait it out. You knew he would make the right choice eventually, but when?

Sometime in the middle of this you’re approached by Jeri Hogarth. It’s a good offer, smart, pays good, right in your wheelhouse, and with a shining endorsement from Jessica Jones. (Or as shining anything Jessica says can get.) It seems tempting, but you don’t accept. You can’t, not when you Foggy, and Matt have built so much. Then he doesn’t show to court.

“Mathew! You can’t just bail on this case! There’s no way we can do it if you’re not-“

“We’re sorry, you’ve run out of time.”

“Damn it!” You slammed your phone down and continued to pace, waiting for Matt but he never showed. You knew about the Roxxon Gala, but with him putting all of your necks on the line for Frank fucking castle, you expected him to show. Not only that, but he’s bailed on dates, she’s staying in his apartment, she looks at you like you’re garbage and Matt just… lets her. Jeri’s offer weighs. It gets more attractive by the hour.

“I’m here!” He cries, finally bursting through the first set of doors, you usher him in, and witness the whispered argument between him and Foggy and don’t really think much of it. One time mistake, he will do better, besides, we’re saving the world here.

Things keep spiraling though, and you’re having to do friendship triage. You have to take the brunt of his and Foggy’s headbutting. It’s obnoxious, when you built this practice, you did it to make your lives better, not ruin your friendships. It’s weighing on you. Matt can tell, and the guilt he feels is unmatched. He just can’t stop. This feels too big too… important. Then one ninja battle too far puts you over the edge.

“Matt! Are you here? We need your he-“ there she is. In his bed. In your clothing. “Oh.” Your voice comes out strained and small. Matt has never heard it that quiet. That defeated.

“Honey it’s not-“ but he doesn’t get that far. Your whole body just… deflates. He can hear the silent tears, feels the shuddering. You’re done. This was the last straw. He can tangibly feel you slipping through his fingers, hears the shatter of your heart and that’s when he knows he’s been a fool. “Oh. Oh my love.” He coos, reached for you, desperate to put back all that he’s broken, trying to stop the sand spilling out the hour glass. You flinch away. His whole heart shatters. Breaks to a million pieces and falls there at your feet.

“Matt I-“ you shrug, a mirthless laugh shudders through your tears. “I don’t even know what to say here.” He drops his head and nodded, properly scolded.

“No. I- I don’t blame you.” He nods, gesturing towards the bedroom. “She was stabbed, it was poison- I… It’s not about that though. I know.”

“Do you?” You sniffle. “I don’t think you do. Matt I-“ You sighed and gathered your things. “I had to help put you back together with my own two hands Matthew, she ruined you, and you’re letting her do it again. I don’t even recognize you anymore. That’s sad Matt, because I was just starting to love you. I’m… I’m done.”

Then, you were gone. Your letter of resignation was on their desks promptly by 7 am, you accepted the job with Jeri Hogarth, and that was it. Matt fucked it all up. He kept fighting, but there, all day every day was this immense pain. He has lost You. You, the woman who every day smiled at him, and made him a coffee, and joked about his night life, you who never once required him to give up a part of himself to save your friendship, you, who had loved him. Loved him completely. He’d lost it all. Then, he lost some more. Frank castle had disappeared, and they had lost the case. Foggy and Karen left, Elektra died. He was all alone.

Then like the warm sun after a long winter, you came. It was the day of Elektra’s funeral.

“You’ve gotta let ‘em all go Matty. It’s time. I’ve told you, over and over, going have to let go of your emotional ties. You’re weak with them.” Stick shrugged, “without them, you could accomplish so much more.”

Matt chuckled bitterly, “No. You’ve taken too much from me already, but you won’t take my heart. Elektra is dead, we defeated the hand for now, but I never would have even thought it was worth it if it weren’t for them. For Elektra, Karen, Foggy. They are worth it. My love for them is worth it.” He shook his head, and tears welled in his eyes. “Y/N was worth it too, and you took that from me, you and Elektra and your little games. You took it from me, and Y/N may hate me. God! I hope she does hate me! She was the one good thing I had Stick, she put back together all those little shattered bits, and built me back into the man I am today. Then, I repay her with this.” He gestures to Elektra’s grave, to the city at large, to himself. “She was beautiful, and kind, and perfect. She made me happy. She made me want to keep fighting for this stupid city, and now Elektra is dead, you’re still here ruining my life, and Y/N hates me. Even with all that, it was worth it. Because if for one second, she is safer than she was before I made this sacrifice. Then fighting to the death, for this city, for her, is worth it. I love her Stick, that’s the only thing that keeps me going. I love her, and now she’s safe. Safe from the hand, safe from Frank Castle, and she’s safe from me. Knowing that Y/N has a chance to flourish and grow, that’s what makes all this fighting, this pain, the devil. It makes it all worth while. If I give that up, what is it all for?” Then he sat in silence, and stick went away.

At first, sitting there at Elektra’s grave, he thought the smell of your perfume was a hallucination. Another stray temptation, another ghost of a memory come to haunt him. He treasured it though, even the idea of you was a beautiful thing. He embraced the memory, though it was painful. Then he was enveloped on it, the smell surrounded h, then he realized he was no longer alone. He froze. Then his senses started to catch up to his reeling mind. The smell, the faint taste of the sweat of your brow in the breeze, the sound of your breath. You were there. You were there, sitting and staring at Elektra’s grave, holding flowers. Then you reached out a hand, and stroked his cheek. He pushed his face into your palm, starving for your touch. He whimpered, the tears he was holding finally let loose. Then you were speaking.

“I don’t hate you Matt. I couldn’t if I tried.” You sighed and bundled him to you. Placing the flowers on the bench and holding him as he cried. You had heard everything.

“I never got the chance to tell you.” He cried, “you were gone- I let you go. But I never told you.” His sobs wracked his body, and you ached with their severity.

“Tell me what Matty?” You shushed, drying tears and attempting to coax him to an answer.

“I never told you I loved you.” He sighed and clutched your face in his hands. “It’s you, it’s always gonna be you. I love you, I love your humor, your laugh, your smell, the touch of your hands can cure my every wound. It’s always been you. I was just too stupid to see you slipping away. I never wanted to loose you. You’re my everything, I just never said anything because- because you deserve so much better than me. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh Matthew,” you began to cry as well, “My sweet, imbecilic devil man. You always deserved me, every day you throw your life on the line for us, for this city. I always thought you deserved me, and I deserve you. I didn’t see that at first, and I should have fought for it. I left you when you needed me, and I’ll never forgive myself”

“No!” He cried, pressing your foreheads together frantically. “You will never take the blame for this. I was wrong you deserved the best of me, and I didn’t give it. I gave up? I was a fool.”

You laughed and nuzzled your noses closer. “Then let’s call it a draw and say we were both foolish. We can be fools together. We deserve each other.”

[igotanidea]

Edit : Matt Murdock x fem!avenger!reader

Summary: reader is an avenger who gets shipped with daredevil. And she's familar with all those TikTok videos of them together but made her mission to never let Matt know about them. Even if she would be more than happy to make them reality. It only takes two slightly nosy friends to slip that secret out......

A/N: reader hero name is Shadow. A snippet of her story is here and here.

@somest1 hope you'll enjoy that.

"Matthew."

"Karen." something was definitely on. She never called him by his full name unless she was going to drop him some news that she knew he was not going to like

"Do you know what TikTok is?"

"Vaguely. Is it that app when teenagers do some crazy dance?"

"Crazy dance?" Foggy scoffed "CRAZY dance? You my friend should really get educated on the latest technology news. tiktok is the place where you can express yourself freely, not only by dancing but also by creating edits of the people you know or fictional characters you like....." he started ro rumble, for a while unaware of his friends' shocked face expression." Sorry." only then he realised how he exposed himself "please, continue Karen."

"I'm actually glad for your little lecture, Foggy" she laughed "makes it easier for me to present my case."

"Present your case? You definitely spend to much time with us." Matt smirked "you became a lawyer rather than a journalist."

"It's useful at times." she shrugged "but if it ever were to happen I know Y/N would stop me. She uses a lot of modern words I never knew existed so my vocabulary is expanding in many fields."

"She has to be up to date with that. After all, she runs social networks and is in charge of the PR. No one would be interested in her company if she was using words like "thy" or "thou".

"Speaking of Y/n....."

"What did she do this time.....?" Matt sighed, seemingly annoyed but his ears became just slightly reddened at the tips. "And most importantly, does it have to do with her civil indentity or the Shadow one?"

"A little bit of both I suppose. She's been the object of interest of late."

"What interest?" now Matt was up, not realising that the mere thought of Y/N getting too much attention made his Darevil instict kick in. "I.... I need to stretch my legs...." he awkwardly tried to cover up for the mistake, both Karen and Foggy noticed.

"I didn't mean it like she's in danger or anything like that." Karen scoffed.

"And even if she was, she knows how to handle herself better than Dare...I mean, you, my friend" Foggy added. "She's an avenger after all."

"What is it then?" Matt insisted

"She's a role model for a lot of people. Teenagers. Kids. Who actually use the apps. And they make edits of her. Different edits. And....ships."

"What now?"

"A little edit with a pairing of people who the author believes are good fit." Foggy explained, quickly catching up where Karen was heading with her explanation. Oh, yes, he saw those little videos posted everywhere on the social platforms. I mean, how could he not, they were trending for a couple weeks not.

"Ok. And why exacly are you telling me this? It's not like I can or want to see them." Matt turned away from his friends so they won't see the look on his face. Meaning he actually had something to hide.

"Maybe you would be more interested in the matter if you knew who she's being shipped with....."

"That's her personal bussiness. I have nothing to do with it. Besides, I should be getting back to work, so if you excuse me......" he turned around on his heels and dissappeared in the office, closing the door.

"Foggy?" Karen looked at the other lawyer, silent cry for help in her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. For a lawyer, he can be one hell of an idiot outside of work not getting the hints. "

***

"Hey gyus!" Y/N peeked through the door to Nelson & Murdock law firm. Clearly she was already done with her civil work for the day and came to check up if her friends were still alive in that office. After all, it was hella late.

"Y/n! How nice to see you. I though you would be on your vigilante shit already." Foggy raised head from the papers he was burried in.

"Hush! Keep it quiet, Fog, will you? Can't risk getting my secret identity out. Besides, there's no threat outside today. I would feel itdue to my .... you know, powers" she waved her hands and a thread of shadow appeared. "And if anything happens, Kate and Peter would call upon me. Those two cannot work together, they are both chaotic....."

"I see." Foggy hummed.

"What?" Y/N frowned, feeling that there was something he was not telling her.

"Nothing!"

"You're one bad liar, Franklin Nelson." the girl sat on the chair on the opposite site of his desk and bored eyes into him "Talk."

"Stop doing this."

"I'm not doing anything."

"And who is a bad liar now, huh?" Foggy bridled "I can feel your.... shadows luring me."

"One thing, Foggy. I don't use them for such petty reasons, all right. I know better than to abuse them. My shadows can be a bit ... moody at times. It;s not a force to play around with. So, cross my heart, I'm not doing anything."

"You try to interrogate me in my own office!"

Y/N sighed deeply and rubbed her forehead.

"It's sad you see it that way, but I understand. Maybe we can have some take out instead. I bought some Chinsese." she motioned towards the huge bag, now sitting on the floor. Only now, Foggy realised the smells coming from the package. And the fact that he has not eaten for like 10 hours.

"You're heaven send."

"The upper might disagree with that."

"Foggy? Did you see the latest.... Oh, hello Y/N" Karen walked right into Foggy's office with the phone in her hands and smile on her face, probably due to the video she was watching.

"What put a grin like that on your face Karen?"

"Nothing."

"You two are in collusion with something, aren't you?" the girl rolled her eyes "fine. keep your secret. I will find it out sooner or later and ...."

"Something smells nice here...."

"And here he is. The third musketeer. Hello, Matt."

"Y/N." he muttered, gaze fixed on the floor like he was trying to avoid any possible contact with her, even if he could not see her "what's the scent?"

"New shampoo, I suppose? Do you like it?" she laughed knowing he had super sensing with things like this. "But seriously, I bought some spring rolls and dim sums. Figured you workaholic forgot about lunch. And probably breakfast. And probably yesterday's lunch."

"Did you bring....?"

"Your favourite noodles? Sure I did, Matty." she smiled and he reciprocated with the brightest smile Karen and Foggy has seen on him for the whole day.

"Shall we then?" Karen moved to sit by the table and her gaze crossed with Foggy's who only smirked knowingly.

***

It's been barely an hour since her arrival at the Nelson and Murdock when she jumped at the signal of her phone.

"Damn it! It's Peter" Y/N cussed

"Peter like that spider guy?" Foggy almost choked on his food "When can I get to meet him?"

"Sorry guys, seems like there is in fact an emergency tonight. And while I would love to stay, someone else I know is desperately needed out in the streets, so rain check?" she schmoozed hoping her friends would understand.

"Just go!" Karen waved her hands, already used to such situations.

"Wait. I'll go with you." Mat stood up as well

"Why?"

"I'm bored. I need some action." he shrugged and she smirked .

"Jealous of me getting more attention than you? You don't want me to steal the spotlight, right?"

"Were you thinking anything else?"

"You're just the devil of hell's kitchen, Matty. A local hero. Are you sure you're not beyond your pay grade, trying to deal with the Avengers?" Y/N raised an eyebrow, clearly trying to spite him.

"Young avengeers" he clarified.

"And that makes you even more out of the league." she smirked

"I see the open spot as a team leader. Maybe I should take that instead."

"Over my dead body, Murdock!"

***

Regardless of their constant bickering, Matt and Y/N made quite a good team. Even if they were both individuals, during the years they knew each other, they learned how the other thought and how to avoid a fracture and internal fights. And as much as they would rather die than admit it out loud, it was nice having backup from time to time. Or someone to tend to your wounds.

Did they trust each other? Yes, on some deeper level that only waited to be discovered.

Were they friends? Well, if you were to ask them that question both of them would say yes, but... something more was lingering. And now, after the fight, when the adrenaline was pumping, hearts beating rapidly and they weren't Matt and Y/N but Darededevil and Shadow, Murdock had less inhibitions about her being at his place, resting and getting patched up. Normally, she would just go back to her place, but this time, his apartment was closer and it was wiser to dissapear from the fight scene faster. She really had no counterarguments to that. So she made sure Peter and Kate made it home safe and now, she was just laying on Matt's couch in shorts and tank top, legs dangling freely over the armrest, fresh dressings on her abdomen and an ice pack on the shoulder.

"I actually had fun this time." she chuckled and Matt frowned.

"Dislocated shoulder and a knife to the stomach is fun for you?"

"Not as much as standing against the Chitauri, but yes, it is."

"Stop bragging, will you?" he rolled his eyes, grabbing her legs and taking a spot on the couch, so that her limbs were now resting on his lap. And it was strangely comforting and .... domestic.

"Bragging? Me? You know I would never. Just pointing out at some past events here."

"How old were you when Loki attacked New York? 5? You were not really fighting!"

"I was 15!" she huffed sitting up "And I was already a SHIELD agent! Where were you, huh? High school? I can absolutely imagine you as an awkward teenager "

"You know what..." Matt started but chiming of her phone stopped him from finishing.

"Ugh! I'm not done with you!" she squirmed and reached for the device checking who has the audacity to interrupt her fight with Matt.

"Who's that?" he asked.

"Why so interested all of a sudden?"

"Someone might have mentioned somethign about you getting attention on..... Tiktok?"

"Yeah, trust me, all the heroes and vigilantes do." she muttered

"You know about it?"

"For crying out loud, Matt." she moved her legs and sat up making him miss the contact "I work with the apps! No matter if I want it or not, I came across some of those videos. Some of them are really, really good, those kids have skills, but I try not to search for them. Sometimes you come across some things you wish you could unsee....." she tensed a bit at some distant memory

"I don't think I will have a problem with that" he smirked and her shoulders relax at the joke.

"I bet! It's Karen by the way, speak of the devil. She send me some link. Might be that thing she was watching in the office that got her smiling like crazy." without any hestitation Y/N opened the link and much to her suprised she was put through TikTok .

"She's spending work time on the Internet? Maybe I should reprimand her ..... Y/N?" he felt the change in the atmosphere when Y/N started the edit.

"Oh, no..... " she whispered muting it immediately so that Matt won't hear the music. Heat waves. Used as a soundtrack to her, i.e. Shadow's ship with Matt, i.e. Daredevil. However she was not fast enough.

Sometimes all I think about it you......

"Damn that fucking device!" she almost threw it across the room.

"What is it?" he asked suddenly getting a lot of mutually inconsistent vibes from her.

"NOTHING!"

"You can't lie to me, you know."

"It's nothing, Matt. Forget it." she exited the site, not wanting to see more and put the phone on the table. "Can we go back to our argument?"

"I....." Matt opened his mouth but once again her phone started to ring.

"Ugh!" Y/N cried and picked up.

"Looks like someone's addicted." Matt teased

"Shut up! Hello? Peter? Did you get home safe? Good. Me? Yeah, I'm fine, I'm hanging at Matt's place. You what? Ok, all right I guess." she covered the phone "he wants to go on speaker. You don;t mind, right?"

"Since when do you care about my opinion?"

"It's your apartment. Even I can respect the host boundaries if...."

"Do it. I like that kid."

"Mr. Daredevil?" Peter's voice came through

"Hey kid. You good?"

" Pretty fine."

"No troubles on the way?"

"No, sir. But I .... um..... Can I say something?"

"Keep it rational, Pete" Y/N rubbed her forehead. Parker was like a youger brother to her, but sometimes he acted like a total teenager. With all the worst things coming from it.

"I've been going through your fanpage, Y/N...."

"My what?" the girl raised her head, eyes widening. She knew about the videos and stuff but fanpage? "I can't remember appointing you the head of my personal PR!"

"Let him talk, Y/n. this is going to be fun" Matt slapped her leg playfully and she stuck her tongue at him.

"Um... thanks, Mr. Murdock. So like I said, I;ve been running....."

"And?" she was getting impatient

"I just gotta ask. Are you two together? Cause there are a lot of comments about how good you would fit and.... Y/N? Mr. Murdock?" poor boy was clearly discouraged by the silnce on the other side.

Fuck..... y/n thought. And to think that mere minutes ago she was fighting that Matt would not hear that song. Now it was out.

"Do they?" Matt dwelled, using his lawyer skills to trick the teen. "what exactly do they say?"

"For example......"

"Ok, this is enough. Thank you for calling Peter, this was extremely enlightening. I'm gonna hang up now, take care"

She disconnected, not sure how to act now. The best way out was probably to shrug it off, but since she was emotional before it might not work. However, being casual was worth a shot.

"Well that was a hell of an evening" she stood up and streched her back, a bit of skin showing. "I think I'm gonna head out to my place."

""Y/n" Matt grabbed her hand and made her spun. "Can you explain?"

"Explain what?" she took a step back but he followed "Peter's tosses? I think he's projecting, I swear I saw him hit his head during the fight and....."

"Did you know?"

"About his mental incapabily and wanton imagination?" she was trying so desperately to cover the heat she felt rising towards her cheeks, heartbeat picking up, hands starting to tremble.

"Y/N." his voice became soft, his touch lingering on her skin "Don't do this....." he brush a strand of hair behind her ear, so damn tenderly it made her shiver.

"Matt, I ......"

"Please, talk to me. Did you know?"

"I did." there was no point lying. He would know.

"Were you ok with that? with those videos? You mentioned seeing something you did not like and ...."

"I never consider any possibility of this becoming real...." she confessed "it was just a fantasty and ....."

"And what about now?' he whispered getting even closer

"Now?" she gulped "did anything change?"

"A lot. Now I know too."

"And?" she asked that question so quietly that it made her doubt if he even heard it.

"You should have told me sooner...." his hands wandered onto her waist pulling her close, slowly, carefully, giving her time and space to back out even if they both knew she wouldn;t do such thing. "Can I?" he brushed his lips over hers.

"Mhm....." she mummbled trembingly.

And when he finally closed the gap between them she wished she told him sooner. The way he was touching her, holding her close to him, kissing her..... It made her feel wanted. Loved. Not just as the Shadow, but as Y/N. She felt all. Happiness, relief, joy, sense of belonging, peace..... And a bit of fear and uncertainty if this was right. But that quickly melted away when he deepened the kiss and her hands instinctively moved towards his hair tugging at the roots making his groan.

"I think I'm gonna have to pay more attention to social sites from now on...." he pulled for air and rested his forehead on hers, one hand cupping her cheek, the other on the small on her back, preventing her from getting to far away.

"shall I remind you, you can't see....?"

"Oh, honey, I can imagine. From what I get that song from before.....?"

"Mhm. It was the soundtrack." she muttered "But you can catch up on it all later. Now, can you kiss me more? Please?"

"Don't need to ask me twice, baby." he smiled and captured her lips in his.

@pinksirensong

[lostgirlfandom]

Just a Security Guard

Pairing: Eventual Frank Castle x GN!Reader x Matt Murdock

Warnings: Fight, violence, cursing

Words: 1.6k

You knew you shouldn’t have taken this job.

But you needed something to do after you agreed to sign the Accords to retire. Taking this security job was not in the plans but it came up and you took it since it was convenient and the first place that called you back for an interview. It also helped the fact that most of your ex-coworkers from SHIELD were good references.  

But like you said, you knew you shouldn’t have taken this job.  

Because of the fact... that as you were doing your nightly rounds in the warehouse with your flashlight sweeping across the room, the sound of shattering glass echoed through the room.  

You paused and closed your eyes with a heavy sigh, groaning as you took off to the sound of fighting coming from across the big room.  

Coming across the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and who the media was calling the Punisher fighting with heavy and strong hits was not something you wanted to deal with.  

Punisher was throwing a couple of punches and the Devil was taking it like a champ but was also trying to punch and hit back with as much of the strength that he had left.  

‘Why is it always me?’ You groaned.  

Punisher had taking ahold of the Devil’s lapels and was getting ready to hit him again when the light of your flashlight caught their attention. Punisher’s intense gaze landed on you and Daredevil had tilted his head towards you but not exactly looking at you. Both breathing fast and heavy.  

“You need to leave.” Daredevil’s husky voice spoke out into the shocked silence.  

You sighed and tilted your head back. “Fuck...”

Punisher shook off the shock and then went to headbutt Daredevil, distracting him from you.  

You were so focused on the fight in front of you that you never noticed the quiet footsteps coming up from behind you. The strike against your head, knocked you down briefly to your knees. You groaned as you landed on one of your hands, dropping the flashlight as your other hand reached up to feel the knot forming at the back of your head.  

Next thing you know, a knee came up and knocked you out to your side.  

-

The sharp pain in your head and face was the first thing you noticed when you woke up. Garbled words were the next thing you noticed.  

Opening your eyes, blurry shapes swam in your vision so you blinked a couple of times to clear them up.  

As your vision cleared, you took in the scene before you. Punisher and Daredevil were both chained up next to each other and across from you. The backs of 3 men faced you as they talked to the two men sitting against the wall.  

Devil had his head rested back against the wall and his mouth was tight with agitation, and the Punisher’s face was set into a dangerous glare that stared down the man that was speaking to them.  

“... I didn’t think that taking you two down was going to be this easy but the Boss will love the fact we were able to get the Punisher and Daredevil down in one go.” The lead goon was smug as he examined each of the men with a leer.  

‘Lovely... Now I gotta deal with this shit.’ You thought to yourself as you rolled your eyes. You right hand came up to the sore spot at your hairline and you winced quietly at the bruise that was already starting to form.  

You stopped in shock the moment you realized your hands were not tied together like the other two men. In fact, you weren’t tied up period, just sat against the wall in a slump. ‘Woooow... these goons are stupid.’

You gave a heavy sigh with a groan, knowing that you were gonna end up taking care of the situation.  

The loud sigh and groan caught the attention of one of the sidekicks and he then slapped his leader in the arm to point to you.  

“Hey, their awake.” Thing 1 told him.

Lead Thing cut off his smug speech to turn to me sitting there. “Ah! Sleeping Beauty’s awake.”

You sighed and leaned your head back against the wall, already done with his shit. “Looks like you got caught in the crosshairs in this situation. You should have left when you had the chance-”

“You done?” Your deadpan tone cut him off, making him pause and gap at you.  

Punisher and the Devil were looking a little panicked when you glanced at them, while you glanced at Thing 1 and 2, who were screwing up their face as not to bust out laughing.  

“I,uh, wha-, but yo-” Leader stuttered and gaped at you, your face was set into a deadpan look that made him back track. He then got pissed and took out a knife. “Why, you! I should-”

“Kill me? Yeah...” You sighed out. “Heard that before... a lot. You goons need to find something more creative.” Your nose scrunched up at him. “You know, ya’ll are really stupid... not tying me up... Like did you fail goon school?” You taunted him.  

“Like you can do anything. You’re just a security guard.” Thing 2 said with a shrug.  

You raised an eyebrow before giving a sarcastic smile. “Oh, really?”  

Standing up with a small groan and then dusting yourself off. Talking to yourself, “Why does everyone always underestimate me... I’m getting tired of this shit. One day... I was hoping that my retirement would be quiet but this is what I get for moving to Hell’s Kitchen. Fucking Thing 1 and Thing 2 with El Stupido.”  

At this point, the three goons were getting angry and the other two had taken out a knife and gun.

“Wha-” Before the leader could finish his sentence, you gripped his lapels to give him a strong headbutt that made him fall back, gripping his head with his free hand.  

Thing 1 with the gun had put the gun up to shoot at you, put you quickly pushed his hand into the air as he pulled the trigger. Wrapping your hand around his hand and you bent it back with the strength that came with your powers, making him yell out in pain as he dropped the gun. Probably breaking a few fingers in the process.

You quickly caught the gun and aimed it at Thing 2 with the other knife that was trying to quickly get to you. You adjusted your aim and shot him in the thigh above the knee, making him drop down in pain.  

Turning back to Thing 1 who was gripping his broken hand and staring at it in shock, you took the shock as a chance to elbow him in the face twice and then kneeing him the gut. He fell to his knees, taking the opportunity to knock him out with the butt of the gun.  

Turning quickly, you caught the Leader’s wrist as he was going to stab you and then his other wrist as he tried to punch you. You grinned at him as you then took hold of his wrists in a tight grip and then pulled him so you could headbutt him again. He gave a groan as you let go of his knife free hand so you can spin under his arm and then flip him onto the ground. Walking over, you kicked him in his face to knock him out.  

Cracking your neck, knowing you were rusty in a fight after six months of no fights, you then turned to the one you shot. He was scooting back on the ground as he breathed heavily, leaving a trail of blood on the ground. He groaned in pain, “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Who the fuck are you?” He watched you in shock as you walked calmly over to him.  

Saying nothing, you flipped the gun so you held the gun by the barrel and then swung at his head with it and knocked him out.  

Sighing, you took the gun and turned the safety on. Then taking the magazine out, dropping it to the floor and then pulling the chamber back to pop the bullet that sat in the chamber out before dropping the gun to the floor.  

You took both hands to your face and just dragged them down your face.  

“Fuck!” You let out a loud yell as you turned to the other two men.  

Punisher had relaxed and was seemingly enjoying the show as he had an amused look on his face. A grin sat on his lips as he looked you up and down with calculating eyes.  

Daredevil was still tensed up as he had his head tilted down but had one of his ears turned to you. His eyes were covered unlike Punisher whose face was completely free of any coverings.  

“Ya’ll owe me one.” you said as you walked over and then calmly and easily tore off their bindings. Shocking them both.  

You sighed as you looked around and saw that you were on the roof of the building you were patrolling in earlier. You gave an annoyed sigh, knowing you were going to have to do a report.  

Both men had stood up, Punisher had softly rubbed his wrists while Daredevil was just standing there, not knowing what to do. “You both should get out of here; I’m going to call the police and then my boss.”

Punisher wasted no time leaving, jumping over the side of the building and landing on the ground as he took off. The Devil hesitated, turning to you. “Thank you.” He then also took off in the opposite direction as the Punisher.  

You looked at the three unconscious men on the ground. “Fuck my life...”  

You knew that wasn’t going to be the last time you saw the two vigilantes.  

[mlmxreader]

Please Shut Up | Matt Murdock x m!reader

@satan-incarnate-666 asked: can i req matt murdock x m!reader meet cute please? mayhaps reader using super cheesy pickup lines and our boy matty immediately falling head over heels for him? tysm 🥺🥺

summary: your saviour from a boring date just so happens to be someone who laughs at your stupid pickup lines.

tws: swearing

It was all Blade and Marc's fault, really, that you were currently sat at a table with a bit of pub food while some boring asshole chatted your ear off about things you really did not care about; you knew that Blade and Marc were only looking out for you, were trying to help you get yourself out there when you had admitted to them that you wanted a relationship with someone but had no idea how to go about it. But you really hated them for fixing you up with this guy. He was so goddamn boring and all you wanted to do was to escape, and when he excused himself to the bathroom, you stole a chance, and went to the bar; the first attractive guy you set your eyes on, wearing a shabby suit and holding a white cane, red glasses on, was a fucking miracle.

You tapped his shoulder, daring to grumble softly in his ear, "look, I'm on a really shit date right now and I'd appreciate your help in, y'know, doing whatever in order to help me get away from this dickhead."

The guy smiled, offering you his hand and daring to laugh softly. "Hi, I'm Matt Murdock... I'll keep you safe from boring guys."

You shook his hand, a sigh of relief leaving you as you put your other hand between his shoulder blades. "Thank you... I'm (y/n)."

"Pleasure," he nodded, running a hand through his hair and clearing his throat. "So, this guy, how boring is he, exactly?"

"He spent the majority of our date talking about fucking Wall Street," you complained, shaking your head and leaning against him. "He's so boring, I think I'd rather talk about, I dunno, paint drying."

Matt laughed softly as he shook his head, but then he looked around, and he grinned. "Y'know, I think I've been stood up - why don't we grab a table for ourselves?"

"I'd like that," you agreed. "You got one reserved?"

"This way," he told you, leading you through the pub and occasionally stopping to read the Braille numbers at the corners of tables. But eventually he stopped, and he sat down, clearing his throat and adjusting his blazer. "So, what's more interesting than Wall Street?"

"Well..." you looked him up and down, tilting your head to the side as you smiled at him. "You're certainly more interesting."

Matt rubbed the back of his neck as he shook his head. "More than Wall Street, at least, yeah."

"Give me your hand," you cleared your throat, gripping his wrist and guiding his hand to your shirt. "Feel that? It's made of boyfriend material, y'know."

Matt groaned, such a cheesy line had been used thousands and thousands of times, but when you let go of his wrist, he missed the contact; you were funny, he had to give you that, and the sound of your voice was one he definitely wanted to hear more without a doubt. If someone had told him that you were handsome, he would have agreed without even thinking of it; of all the people in the pub, too, you had chosen him to be your saviour. To rescue you from a boring and awful date. You chose him.

Still, as Matt adjusted his glasses and sat back in his chair, he couldn't help but to grin and to blush as the line; sure, it was cheesy and it was stupid but... he liked that. He liked that you weren't doing it because you thought it would work - you did it because it was funny. He liked that. Just as he liked the feeling of your hand around his wrist. Just as he liked the sound of your voice.

If you were honest, he looked better here than he did at the bar; sure, his suit wasn't tailor made or expensive, it wasn't designer and it was more than worn, but it suited him. It showed his thick biceps and his shoulders. The scruff on his jaw made you yearn to feel it against your neck. His smile was fucking breathtaking, the kind of smile that made you weak in the knees and made you grin like an idiot even if you weren't sure why he was smiling; his voice reminded you of freshly baked Welsh cakes and the sound of baritone singing. He smelled good, fresh aftershave and cologne like he really had been expecting someone to show up. His hair was a little messy, but it fit him. He was... well, if you were honest, Matt was very attractive.

You cleared your throat, and stole a look around before reaching into your pocket and pulling out your phone. "This is gonna sound real forward but, uhm... wanna exchange numbers?"

"I'd like that," Matt agreed, grabbing his own phone and sliding it across the table in your direction. "Call me when you get home later, please?"

"Sure," you nodded, a slight jolt in your chest as excitement crept in. "Can I save your contact under Google?"

"Why?"

"Because you're everything I've been searching for," you beamed, making him groan and shake his head again. "Aw, c'mon! That one wasn't too bad!"

"Shut up," Matt laughed. "Please, shut up, or else I won't be able to stop myself from kissing you."

"Well, shit, if that's the options," you cleared your throat as you typed his number into your contacts. "Are you from Tennessee? Because you're the only ten I see."

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Dealer’s choice for the character, but could I please request prompt 21 from “the list”?

i could’ve easily done this for any character but had to stick to my roots so i chose matty baby!!!!

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄 ~ 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚝 𝙼𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚡 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎) 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟹.𝟺𝚔

𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝟸𝟶𝟶 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 *𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴* 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝! [ the requested prompt is in red ]

The moment Elektra came back into the picture, you knew it was only a matter of time before things began to go downhill. After all, she was the reason you and Matt didn’t speak for that large chunk of time in college, why should it be any different now?

But the sad part was, your heart and your head went in 2 different directions. Your head was once again filled with doubt, worry, anxiety, and every other negative emotion that you could think of. You were right back to that place where you questioned if Matt loved you like he claimed he did. Your heart, however, tried to give you just a sliver of hope. Back in college, you and Matt were just friends. Now, you’d been together for years. Surely that meant things would be different, or at least that’s what you initially thought anyway.

You’d been the second one to find out he was Daredevil, after Claire who’d saved his life. And that drove you apart for a while, Matt pushed you away because he was so sure that you knowing would only put you in danger. That time apart only lasted a week, and then you stubbornly showed up at Matt’s apartment on the verge of tears, angrier than he’d ever heard you. You walked right past him and went inside, going on a rant about how dare he decide for you, what’s too dangerous. How dare he end your friendship and act like it’s on your behalf, as if he’s doing you a favor?

As he sat there and listened to you pacing back and forth while you went on and on about how you cared about him and you loved him and he shouldn’t get to make that big decision for you, it dawned on him. Yes, he loved you. That much was very clear, and it had been since the day he first heard your voice. But it dawned on him now, he didn’t just love you. He was in love with you. And him pushing you away was also a defense mechanism, because a small part of him was afraid that if he confessed his feelings, you either wouldn’t return them now that you knew his big secret, or you’d say you felt the same way at first but then you’d grow to resent him.

While you were throwing your hands up and saying once again, I’m an adult and I am perfectly capable of making my own decisions— he stood up and pulled you into his arms. You resisted at first, trying to step back as you said that he didn’t get to just hug you and make all the hurt that he caused go away. But he continued to hold you close, and after a moment, your resistance turned into soft cries.

Then, you’d wiped his tears that had fallen. “You have been my best friend for so long. And I love you too much to just let you push me away like this. I know what you do is dangerous, but I’d rather remain in your life and help in any way that I can, instead of letting you push me away and then spending every moment wondering if you’re alright. Don’t make me leave,” you had whispered.

It was then that he placed a hand under your chin, tilting your head up. That night he confessed his true feelings, and the 2 of you stayed up talking until the sun came up. He apologized for all the pain and sadness that he knows he caused you, and he even brought up Elektra. He said that he was stupid for not saying this sooner, but he loved you, as so much more than a friend. And that he needed you more than he wanted to admit.

When he asked if you were sure you wanted to stick around, and that he was worried that he was too much to handle, you just put your hands on either side of his face, standing taller to give him a kiss on the cheek, and said “of course I’m sticking around. I love you. And you take care of everyone else, you save lives, who takes care of you? I’d like to be that person, if you’ll let me”.

From then on, Matt knew he would do whatever it took to keep you in his life. You told him that you needed him just as much as he needed you. When he asked why, your heart broke for him. He genuinely couldn’t understand why someone like you would even glance at someone like him. As the sun began to rise, you sat up and leaned against the headboard on his bed. He laid with his head in your lap, one hand lazily tracing circles on your thighs. You did your best to explain all the reasons you loved him, and why you knew that despite what he thought of himself, he was the very best person that you knew. And there was no one better to love you, he was your person, and it was as simple as that.

Throughout the entire time that you’d been together, things were nearly perfect. The occasional argument about his recklessness when he put on that red suit and went out at night, sure, but it never got too far. Matt knew that deep down, you only argued or got upset because you loved and cared about him. And you knew that Matt was just doing what he thought was right, and he wasn’t doing anything to intentionally harm those he loved.

She was never once brought up, and why would she be? That is to say, Elektra remained out of sight and out of mind, until she was literally back in the picture.

One night after you and Matt returned home from an impromptu date night, you’d walked back into his apartment to find her lounging on one of the chairs in the living room, just casually sipping beer from his fridge like she owned the place.

“The hell are you doing here?” Matt made no effort to hide his anger. Your eyes had widened when you saw who was there, and you knew that Matt would be able to tell who it was, you didn’t have to whisper her name.

“You’ve never been hard to find.”

Oh God you wanted to smack the smirk off of her face. Matt squeezed your hand, noticing you tense up and hearing your heartbeat quicken by just a little bit.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“At least your furnitures improved.”

Your heart sank. Not even 30 seconds of conversation and you already knew she was about to walk down memory lane and speak about their time together. Matt made a show of putting his arm around you and pulling you closer as he placed a kiss on your forehead. He wanted to send a clear message to Elektra.

“I don’t know, I quite liked his futon,” you shrugged, leaning against Matt for (moral and physical) support.

“I did too. We had a lot of fun breaking it in, didn’t we, Matthew?”

You had to hold your breath, and avoided saying what you really wanted to say. “Didn’t Matthew ask you a question? Why the fuck are you here?”

She looked at you, giving that little smirk as she said “would you believe it if I said I missed him?”

“Not even a little,” you resisted the urge to roll your eyes.

Next to you, your boyfriend responded to her question too. “No.”

“I’m in New York for a meeting and I thought I would pop by.”

Your first thought, was that she was silently asking to spend the night. Matt came to the same conclusion, and knew what was running through your mind. “Well you’re not staying here.”

“Fine,” she sighed as she stood up, “my penthouse in Midtown will just have to do then. We spent some nights there.”

Unable to take another moment of her presence, you stepped aside, pulling yourself from Matt’s hold. “Alright bitch, if you came here to walk down memory lane, I’d rather not be here for that.”

Matt could hear that you were already holding back tears. Elektra was probably the only person who could make you question things, given that you knew their history and that he ditched you back when she first entered his life. His only goal now, was to get rid of her as fast as possible so that he could make sure you were alright.

Once you had grabbed a change of clothes and slammed the bathroom door, the shower could be heard turning on a moment later. It was then that Elektra began speaking again.

“I spent years trying to convince myself that things happen for a reason. That you and I were not meant to be. But I know now that wasn’t fate. It was a choice. I’m alone in the world Matthew. Do you know what that feels like? Of course you do.”

You’d been standing at the door, your ear pressed against it as you did your best to eavesdrop, to try and hear what she was saying. You trusted Matt, with your life. It was her you didn’t trust. But as she started going on about needing his help getting money back, that was when you decided to just let him handle things. As you tried to wash away the icky feeling you were now left with, your mind couldn’t help but wander. Out in the living room, you were missing the tail end of their conversation.

“You’re the only person I can trust.”

“Oh no, you don’t break into my house and then talk to me about trust.”

“Don’t overthink it. It’s just a bunch of guys in business suits, they won’t know what hit them. It’ll be fun, like old times.”

“Oh you and I, we have very different ideas of fun.”

“You can say whatever you want. But I know you—”

Now he’d had enough. “You don’t. Not anymore. Not ever again.”

“That’s disappointing…”

Matt motioned towards the door. “Just so we’re clear, she,” he pointed towards the bathroom door, “means everything to me. You’re not gonna waltz in here and mess everything up because you’ve decided that you’ve missed me or that you want my help with my fancy degree. You drove us apart once, that’s not happening again. Now get out.”

A few minutes after she left, you exited the bathroom and went straight to the bedroom. Matt knew how upset you were, because you never went to bed without saying goodnight.

He cautiously entered the bedroom, heart feeling like it was going to shatter once again as he heard your near silent cries.

“I’m sorry” you sat up once you felt the weight of him getting in to his side of the bed. “I have no right to be upset, you haven’t done—”

“You have every right to feel upset, I would never blame you. I’m sorry it took me so long to get rid of her.”

The next half an hour was spent with you laying in his arms, as he did his best to reassure you that she meant nothing to him, and that you meant everything to him. He’d even held your face in his hands as he leaned down and whispered “I don’t care about anyone else but you sweetheart. I love you, so much”.

He said he wasn’t going to give her another thought.

Maybe he meant it… at the time. But her words wouldn’t leave his mind. And so he lied, he went to go see her and he asked questions. You don’t even know if he would’ve told you. The only reason you found out he’d just been with her was because the afternoon after his visits to her, you were cuddling on the couch when his phone vibrated a couple of times. Matt was exhausted, and he’d fallen asleep. You yourself were also on the verge of closing your eyes. But you picked it up and glanced at the screen, only so that if it was Foggy or Karen and it had to do with work, you’d be able to wake him up.

Instead, what you saw made you feel like your heart stopped. The number wasn’t in his contacts, but it was very clear who the messages were from.

Thanks for coming by and helping me last night.

And for our little catch up this morning. We make a great team, don’t you think?

You swiftly pulled yourself from Matt’s embrace, ignoring his confused ramblings as he woke up and asked what you were doing. As he trailed after you into the bedroom, and he realized you were packing a bag of your clothes, he began to panic.

“Sweetheart, what’s going on, talk to me—”

“Where were you last night? And this morning?”

His silence was all you needed to hear. As you put a few more pieces of clothing into your bag and zipped it shut, you shoved past him and began to make your way towards the door. Of course he followed after you, gently grabbing you by your left wrist as your right hand unlocked the door.

“How did you—”

“She text you. God, I look like a fucking idiot right now!”

“No you don’t, please just let me—”

You didn’t even care that this was the third time you interrupted him in less than a few minutes. “Explain? You deliberately lying to me and going off to go visit your ex-girlfriend? Please, spare me the sob story Matthew.” His name was said laced with venom, with you mockingly imitating Elektra.

Now he was really desperate. “Please. You have every right to be angry with me. I just need ten minutes to explain. Ten minutes, and then if you still want to leave, I won’t stand in your way.”

You sighed, quickly running through your 2 options in your mind. Part of you still felt like you should leave. The toxic part of your brain was telling you that the only reason Matt wanted to explain, was because he got caught in the lie. But your heart, once again, told you something else. You’ve known and loved Matt for years. Surely, you should at least hear him out?

In the end, you went with your heart. But you were still incredibly hurt, so you simply said “you have five minutes” before dropping your bag and sitting on the couch.

When Matt sat next to you, you made a big deal of getting up and moving from the couch, to the chair just a few feet away. His expression changed into one of sadness, but he knew he had no room to argue or to ask you to move back next to him.

And then he told you. What he did instead of going to work like he said he was going to (though he did try to justify his actions by saying that he really had originally gone in to work, and he eavesdropped on Elektra’s meeting for legal reasons), then how his mind wouldn’t let him rest, so he told you about going to visit her and the conversations that ensued. When he began telling you about all the men they had to fight, and how she readily had his Daredevil suit, you felt like you were on the edge of a cliff the entire time.

“Are you going to help her?” You asked softly, still unable to look at the man who sat across from you. For the second time that day, his silence spoke volumes. As you once again stood up, intending to grab your bag and leave, all you could do was let out a bitter laugh. Unlocking the door, you turned around to say one more thing to Matt before leaving. “She ruined you. She ruined our friendship back in college, but I thought you know what, you’ve changed, you’ve grown, so I let you back into my life. And I fell for you. But the fucking second that she calls, you go running. I was stupid to think that things had changed. You’ve made your choice, I already know you’re going to help her. But I won’t stand by and watch you become the person that I couldn’t recognize. Good luck with whatever she’s managed to rope you into.”

“Please,” Matt was once again begging, just seconds away from getting on his knees. “I know you hate me but if any part of you still loves me or cares about me—”

“If? How dare you question my love for you. I don’t hate you, I never could. But loving you is killing me So as much as I don’t want it to be… this has to be goodbye. You may not remember because you were off doing whatever the fuck with her, but you broke my heart back then, so easily choosing her not just over me, but over your friendship with Foggy too. I worked really hard to pull myself out of that dark place and I cannot go back there again.”

You tried (and failed) to fight back a sob as you reached into your bag, taking the key to Matt’s apartment off of your keychain. When you reached for his hand and placed the key in his palm, closing his fingers around it, you finally allowed yourself to look up at him.

“I hope this is all worth it to you.”

It’s been 3 days since you walked out of Matt’s apartment, and every second somehow manages to seem more miserable than the last. You weren’t picking up Karen and Foggy’s calls, knowing that you’d burst into tears the second you heard their voices. You wondered what Matt told them, if he bothered with the whole truth.

Luckily, your job allowed you to take a few days off. You didn’t go into details, just that something personal had come up and that you needed to step away for a bit.

You knew that that excuse would only buy you a few days at the most, though, and it was only a matter of time before someone on the team would show up at your door demanding to know what was wrong, and depending on who showed up, who they needed to kill.

Being a former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent had its perks, one of them being that you were one of the few that worked closely with the Avengers. You were quite good with hand-to-hand combat, and a certain former Black Widow and Winter Soldier both trained you in the ring for the rare occasions where you were needed with the team in the field.

But with the perks, came the negative side. And it wasn’t really a negative, but they were all fiercely protective of you. It was a miracle that you managed to keep Matt’s other identity a secret all this time. You knew that as angry and hurt as you were, you still couldn’t tell them any of what really happened. Digging into Matt’s past and Elektra’s identity would only lead to trouble.

A series of loud, sharp knocks at your door forces you from your thoughts, and causes you to freeze.

You know it’s not Matt. Despite his many calls, voicemails, and texts, he respects you too much to show up at your apartment and force his company on you. You know that he’ll keep trying to contact you, but you’re grateful that he at least respects you that much. Still, though, who the hell would be showing up at your apartment now?

Of the team, it would most likely be Bucky, Sam, or Yelena. But they had spare keys and definitely wouldn’t knock like that.

As you look through the little peephole, you’re filled with a mixture of dread, confusion, and once again… anger.

“What are you doing here? How did you even get my address?”

Elektra walks in to your apartment, and you’re so stunned that once she’s inside, you simply close the door and follow after her as she walks to what she somehow already knows is your bedroom. She lays the long black garment bag on the bed, and opens the large bag that she’d been carrying, pulling out a pair of heels.

“Umm… what the fuck is this?”

She sighs, and turns to face you. “Believe me I know you’ve got no reason to trust me, or even allow me in your apartment right now. But I need your help. Matthew does too.”

what a weird place to end it. i was going to just stop after “i hope this is all worth it to you” buuuut hehehasdlfjasdg;lj looks like you’ll be going with matt to the gala! part 2? possibly if this gets enough love + people are interested! also i had to throw in my avengers babies hehehe (to set something up for if there is a part 2).

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Need | Matt Murdock

Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: you try to find comfort in Matt's arms

Author's note: this is my first smut- yay! to be honest, i don’t really think that this is a healthy way of coping with mental illness, but again, i needed to vent. Hope you like it, there might be some typos, if you find some, sorry in advance. 

TW: smutt, definitely 18+, praise kink paired with humiliation kink, p in v, but wrap it before you tap it irl, this is really just a fantasy. probably a slight breeding kink? edging,  little bit of angst.

Word-count: 3198 (sorry, i got carried away)

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You were desperately knocking on his door. There was so many things that were on your mind right now. You felt miserable, your face was still covered in tears.

You went on a few dates, but you, as you always do, self-sabotaged and ghosted him for some time. But right now, you knew that you can‘t spend another night alone. So here you were. You didn’t even thought about what you’re gonna say, you just knew you needed to see him.

The door opened and you saw him, immediately fighting the urge to jump into his arms.

You and Matt met a few weeks ago at a bar. You were drinking alone, when Matt tried to hit on you, but after a couple of drinks, it was more about getting to know each other as a person, rather than just a one night stand. It was something more. You two really hit it off and you felt like he truly saw you for who you are.

„Y/n?“ he said your name with a surprise, he wasn’t wearing his glasses, so you could clearly see his face and his expression. He wasn’t angry.

„Matt…“ you said quietly, while wondering how to start a conversation, or even just explain why you came here and why he hadn’t heard from you in two weeks.

„What are you doing here? Are you okay?“ he asked. But his voice wasn’t filled with hostility, or anything else that might scare you off. But how could you explain this feeling that filled your whole mind and you felt like you can‘t fight it on your own anymore and there was noone else you could go to for help?

You kissed him, wrapping your arms around him and holding him as close as you could. He brough his arms around your waist and pulled you into his apartment. Your knees were shaking, at first, the kiss was hesitant, both of you had no idea of what to expect. You felt his big arms wrap around your waist, bringing you closer too, which made you more confident of your actions.

After a few seconds, he pulled away.

„Y/n?“ he asked, desperately trying to understood you.

„Matt, please. I need this,“ you felt more tears coming out. What if he didn’t want you? What if he found someone else already? What if he was angry with you? But you needed this. You needed to be held. To feel loved. To feel that someone cares about you.

„I thought you didn’t want to continue with whatever was going on between us…“ he said, while still keeping his hands on your waist, one of them starting to move along your hips. He was caressing you so gently.

„I just didn’t want to be a burden for you,“ your confession was like a knife going through your heart. You felt so ashamed of yourself.

„How could you be?“ if it would be possible to be cured by a sentence, this one would be it. You decided to ignore the urge to go through top ten reasons, why you could actually be a burden and just kissed him, focusing on a completely different urge that was growing inside your body.

He closed the door behind you and pushed you to it. He took your jacket off and then his hands started to explore your body. There was something about his touch that could make you scream. You longed for it so much. You longed for him.

You gasped for air between the kiss, and then felt his tongue on your lips, tasting you, taking you in. Your hands tangled in his hair, while one of his hands sneaked down on your butt and lightly squeezed.

„Matt,“ you moaned his name. You felt his cock twitch on your hip right after his name left your lips. Your hand started to slowly go down and gently palmed him though his pants. He moaned back.

„Do you really want this?“ he was already out of breath, but so were you.

„I need you Matt,“ you cried out, „I need you to fuck me,“

Matt picked you up in his arms and carried you to a different room. When you opened your eyes, you saw a big bed, that was all that mattered and all that you could actually take in in such a short time. He took you to his bedroom.

You still couldn’t believe that this was actually happening, but you knew that spending another night alone is something you simply couldn‘t affored in this mental state. You needed to be with someone that you could trust and maybe it would help you to stop thinking for at least a moment. You needed someone to protect you from yourself.

He started kissing you again, his lips traveled down to your neck, feeling his soft tongue on your skin. You took off his shirt and immediately started to touch his bare skin, enjoying the feeling of warmth that radiated off of him. Without any warning, you felt sharp, but pleasent pain on your neck. He was lightly biting the skin on your neck and a distinct moan escaped your lips. It made you dig your nails into his skin, he moaned back and quickly took your shirt off, too.

„You need me to fuck you?“ he said into your ear with a low voice, making your pussy throb for him, growing even wetter.

„Mh-mm,“ you mumbled, while trying to unzip his pants. Yours were gone in a few seconds, left you wondering how it was possible to actually do it so fast. But you weren’t complaining. After a few attempts, you finally managed to get his pants off too and he stopped your hands quickly from going back to his skin.

„Answer me, need to hear that,“ his voice was full of breath, pure lust coming from his lips. You tried to break out of his tight grip, but he was waiting for your answer.

„Need you to fuck me, please Matt,“ you said desparetely. He didn’t let go off your hands right away, but one of his hands moved to your neck. He squeezed the soft skin of your neck lightly, moving you closer to his lips, but not kissing you yet, which made you want to beg even more. You noticed how he tilted his head, as if he was checking on something.

„Good girl,“ he gave you a small kiss but still kept his grip tight on your neck, ,,dont worry, I will,“ finally he kissed you again, his tongue again tasting you and taking you in. Letting your hands free, his fingers unziped your bra and quickly cupped your bare boobs, with each moment focusing more on your nipples. He played with them between his fingers, pulled them towards him, so you had to come even closer to him. At this point you were moaning without no hesitation, completely letting yourself go.

„Love the way you sound when I’m touching you like that, sweetheart,“ he whispered to you. One of his hands started to go down, touching your pussy, that was now only covered by a thin layer of your completely wet panties.

„Can’t wait to find out what you’re gonna sound like with my dick inside you,“ he chuckled. You only answered with another string of moans. He took off your panties and pushed you gently onto his bed. Taking off his own underwear, he kneeled down between your legs, you patiently waited for his next move and observed him, towering over you. Your eyes swiftly noticing his throbbing dick, that made you doubt your recent decisions, but your mouth started to drool, just by looking at it. His body was perfect. You wanted to lick every inch.

He started touching your pussy lightly, just slowly grazing across your slit.

„Matt, please,“ you moaned his name this time and it made his cock twitch. You wanted to touch him too, but he stopped you with his other hand and held both of them above your head. He had you completely in control.

„You need to be patient, I want to enjoy this,“ his fingers touched your entrance, but he didn’t let them inside you yet, „you’re so wet, i know it’s hard for you,“ he was slowly moving his fingers from your entrance to your clit, not to make you cum, but only to make you want it even more, he was enjoying your body and testing how you’re gonna react to the things he was doing to you.

He took his dick in his hand and started doing the same movement with his dick this time. As soon, as his dick made contact with pussy, you wanted to scream. You wanted him so much, you needed to feel him inside you.

„Want you to beg me,“ he said firmly. You were so desparate at that point, you would do anything. He was still continuing with the up-and-down movement, you were pretty sure you would go crazy at any moment.

„Please Matt, please,“ you tried to look composed, but your voice was shaking. You felt him moving his tip between your folds, spreading your juices over your pussy. He smiled.

„You want me to fuck you so bad? Beg more for me“ he was mocking you now. But you didn’t care anymore.

„Matt please, need to feel you inside me, need your cum,“

„Good girl, relax for me then, so I can fit inside,“ he said gently, but still firmly. You loved the way he instructed you, he did it with so much compassion, but you still felt like you have to do everything he tells you to and try your best while at it.

He pushed his tip inside. It did hurt, he was so thick. But it felt good. You wanted to feel like this forever.

„You’re so tight, oh god…“ he moaned, stopping fro going deeper and actually letting both of you adjust to the feeling. It was amazing. You couldn’t belive you’re really doing this. With him. But anything you felt an hour ago was gone now and everything that existed for you now was Matt. He still held your hands above your head, so you couldn’t move much, but you felt a deep need to touch him and tried to pull away from his tight grip.

„Gonna let go of your hands, and you’re gonna hold on to me, as i go deeper, do you understand?“ he instructed, as if he could read your mind.

„mhh-mm“ you noded. He let your hands go and you instantly held onto his arms and beck, as if your life depended on it, as if he was helping you to go through it. You felt his dick go deeper- his tip was now inside you and another half of his shaft was still waiting for your pussy to accommodate it.

„You’re doing so good for me“ he praised you. It made your pussy squeeze around him and he moaned as he felt it, too. It surprised you, that he was able to notice such small details, but it also made you even more horny - knowing that he liked it so much. He slowly continued to go deeper and after a few moments, he was finally able to fit his whole dick inside you. You both moaned as he hit the deepest point of you. You were repeating his name like a prayer and trying to get used to the feeling of having him inside.

„Good girl, you squeeze me so nicely,“ he put one of his hand across your neck, gently squeezing, to hold you in place. He started to move inside you, in slow, long strokes, he repeatedly made your pussy welcome his dick again and again, it was getting easier for him with each stroke, as your cunt stretched for him and got wetter everytime he moved inside you.

His lips traveled from yours to your bare chest. He took one of your nipples inside his mouth and gently sucked at the sensitive skin.

„Oh Matt, please, more…“ you moaned. You needed him everywhere, on every inch of your body. He started softly biting at it, switching between sucking and biting made you afraid for your sanity. You digged your nails into his skin on his back, holding him tightly and pulling him closer to you. His strokes never stopped. He kept a steady pace through it all.

You needed more. You needed to feel more.

„Matt please…“ you begged, not quite sure how to form sentences at this point.

„Use that mouth, baby, tell me what you need,“ he stopped sucking your nipple and moved back to your lips. He kissed you passionately.

„Harder Matt, please, harder…“ you whispered to him. He paused for a second and then pulled out of you. He left your neck, grabbed you with both hands and turned you around, handled you onto all fours, as if you weighed nothing.

„You want me to go harder?“ he asked with a deep voice. He lined himself with your entrance and pushed inside. He went immediately into fast pace, bottoming out every time and fucking you hard. You moaned so loud now, showing him how much you like everything he was doing to you.

„Louder for me, sweetheart, I love the way you cry for me like this,“ he spanked you, but you wanted more. You needed to feel him more. You wanted everything he has.

„H- harder pl- please… Matt… harder,“

He paused again, his hand traveling to your hair, yanking your head back to him. He leaned to you, his lips lightly touching your ear.

„God you’re perfect,“ he approved. His hand squeezed your neck again, but this time, you were having troubles breathing. He started pounding into your pussy again, positioned like this, his dick hit your cervix and it hurt, but you loved the pain. You needed to feel it.

He let you have a small breathing pauses, when his grip slightly eased up, but after a few breaths, he went back to work. He let go of your hair and spanked you again, much harder this time. You were sure it will leave marks, but you didn’t care. You moaned so loud, his neighbours probably weren’t as happy as you were. He spanked you again and then paused. His fingers found your clit, he started massaging your little bundle of nerves and you felt tears coming out of your eyes. It was too much, but it felt so good.

„You like when I‘m fucking you like a slut?“ he mocked. His fingers not stopping. You tried to manage the feeling of having him slotted deep inside you combined with his fingers playing with your clit.

„Yes, Matt, please, fuck me like I‘m your slut, Matt, please…“ you begged again, you wanted to feel his cum spreading inside your pussy, wanted to make him feel good. He chuckled at your answer.

„Are you? Are you my slut?“ he asked, his fingers still toying with you, but his dick was still buried deep inside you, making no moves at all. You squeezed around him so hard, you felt your pussy throb and another set of tears escaped. You were moaning, crying but you never in your whole life felt this good. It was both humiliating and pleasing.

„Yes, Matt, y-yes I’m yo-your slut…“ you felt your orgasm approaching. The way he moved his fingers on your clit felt like heaven.

„Good,“ he approved. He resumed fucking you, but his fingers didn’t stop, as you were expecting. You were feeling him everywhere, he moved his hand to your back, pushing you hardly to his mattress. With one hand on your clit and the other one on your back, he was keeping you from doing anything other than what he wanted you to. You felt a bit light-headed, but his dick in your pussy kept you consious.

„Tell me who this pussy belongs to…“ he said firmly. He was out of his breath too, you felt his cock twitching inside your pussy, you knew his orgasm wasn’t far away either.

„Your’s… nn-nly your’s…“ you whimpered, feeling your orgasm getting impossibly closer with each thrust.

„I’m gonna cum inside you, do you understand?“ his pace was brutal, he was stretching your pussy so wide. You felt as if you two were the only thing that existed in you world right now. Only you and him.

„I.. I can’t -nymore..“ your orgasm stretched across your whole body, you were squeezing his cock, your moans filled the whole room and your whole body screamed with you. Every nerve in you was electrified.

„Oh god, youre squeezing me so hard, love,“ you heard him saying, „…gonna m-make me cum…“ his thrusts became more uneven, but harder, your orgasm still ruining your body. He held you tightly in his hands, keeping you steady, being held by him was one of the best things you ever felt.

,,Good girl, ahhh, yes,,“ you felt his warm spurts of cum covering your insides. Your orgasm slowly leaving your body completely destroyed. Matt was trying to recover too, but he fell onto you, holding you in his big arms, not leaving your spent cunt.

You both lied there for some time, trying to steady your breaths, to actually realize what just happened. He held you close and tight, as if he didn’t want you to leave. You let yourself enjoy this feeling for a moment. After your orgasm and everything drifted away, you felt empty and with each moment, the feeling grew stronger.

You tried to get up, pulling away from him.

You felt deep need to go home, feeling ashamed for what you’ve done. This was all too much. He let go off you, but his face was painted with surprise.

„I am sorry,“ you mumbled and tried to get out of the bed. He held your arm and stopped you.

„What are you doing?“he sounded weird, you didn’t know this tone of his voice and tried to identify it fast, so you could better understand how he feels right know.

„I don’t need to stay,“ you answered quietly.

„But you can,“ he was not letting go off your arm, ,,and maybe we can talk about it,“

You didn’t know what to say. You wanted to stay. But you were afraid to.

„Or we don’t have to. But I want you to stay y/n,“ his voice was filled with something that was so gentle and soft. You looked at his face again, his eyes were unfocused, but looked as if they were trying to find you. He pulled you closer, bringing your faces together, his other hand cupping your cheek tenderly.

„Stay,“ he kissed you again. This time, the kiss was filled with need - not physical, but emotional need. You tangled your hands in his hair to pulled him closer. This kiss was different, but both of you felt the same thing.

He pulled you back into his bed and wrapped you in a blanket. He held you close, caressed you.

You never wanted to leave this bed.

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Saw You Dancing in a Crowded Room

Summary: It’s been about three months since your breakup with Matt. Another night out at one of your favorite clubs with one of your favorite people should help ease the pain like it’s been doing.

It would’ve— if the reason for all that pain didn't randomly show up looking as good as ever in the crowded room.

And with another girl on his arm, no less...

Pairings: Matt x Reader, Matt x Fem!Reader, Matt x Accountant!Reader, Foggy x Marci

Tags: No use of y/n, Songfic (kinda sorta not really, it’s really just the title and some lines), Second Chance fic, Post-breakup fic, Angst, but also Fluff, Mentions of Alcohol

Word Count: 10k+

A/N: My first fanfic ever EEEK! Feedback’s appreciated but please be kind :,) This fic revolves around the feelings when you just see that person across the room and time stands still and you can’t fathom why…

Anyway, hope you enjoy! (I would post it all on here but please it’s a long-ass one-shot I’m sorry)

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Delicate | Frank Castle

Previous Episodes: prologue, episode 1, episode 2

Summary: Alex Walker and Frank Castle have one thing in common and that's how delicate they are. He is back but the girls he remembers is gone, could that possibly be his fault

Episode: Call it what you want

Author's note: want to make this into a big story, if you want more lmk pls

Next episode: episode 4

Nobody's heard from me for months

Alexandra pulled the bandage off her fresh wound, groaning when no one was listening in pain and discomfort. She placed a clean one over her skin and threw the different one on the dumpster, sighing in relief. Then she pulled down her shirt, covering her night life with a simple movement and walked out of her bedroom, snatching her bag from the chair.

When she walked in her living room, she jumped in fear when she unexpectedly saw her friend, sitting on the couch, with his cane in between his legs and his glasses on to hide he, probably bruised, eyes. She held on to her chest breathing loudly and stared at him, a bit annoyed.

“I think half of the problems would be sorted if the men in my life learned to knock on the door for a change!”

“Where were you last night?”

She rolled her eyes and threw her bag on the floor- where her table was supposed to be- and walked over to the counter to put some coffee for herself “Couldn’t your antenna reach me then?”

“You know it couldn’t.”

She shrugged “didn’t really think about it, considering I don’t belong to you anymore”

Matt stood up, turning to her direction. “You never belonged to me.”

“I know that. Do you know that?” she asked, taking a bite from an apple she had left on the basket on the counter. Matt lowered his head, biting on his lip.

“I’m trying to protect you.”

“Second thing that would make my problems go away. Men trying to protect me. Why don’t you all take your protection and shove it up your ass instead-“ she threw the apple on the sink and walked quickly back to where she had left her bag, picked it up and went straight for the door. “By the way I’m changing the locks” she said and shut the door, leaving matt alone in her living room.

Matt sat back on the couch, holding tight on his cane and keeping his head low. His facial expression was stiff and his posture gave away how worried he was. His slipped his hand on his pocket and called an unknown number who had called him just a few hours before.

“I need more time.”

•••

Alexandra was listening to music. Shutting out the world since in the last couple of months she would get triggered by tiny things. Feeling her skin shiver, her hair standing up and her thoughts going red.

She walked down the subway, stood in between the normal people like she was normal as well and walked out when she reached her stop.

After cutting all ties, or at least the ones she could, with Matt Murdock she was forced to search for a new career, something she could be good at. Much like Karen had done a while back. Journalism didn’t really fit with her, writing articles wasn’t one of her talents and it required a lot of patience that she didn’t have. She thought about being a nurse, putting her knowledge to use but she didn’t trust herself to stay calm around blood. The sight of dark red still triggered some of her must troubled emotions. After searching a while, she found herself the perfect fit.

“Oh Lexie! Thank goodness! I have to run, my grandson had a fall in school. His parents can’t go, so I must go, you understand.”

Alexandra left her bag on the chair by the counter, which was filled with flowers and half finished bouquets.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“Thank you darling.”

Alex would spend her morning hours with greens instead of reds. Planting seeds instead of bullets. The irony of it hadn’t slipped her attention and sometimes she found herself laughing about but she was proud of her profession, proud of what she was doing and the way she had found to sooth herself even at the worst times.

She took one of the pots and started clearing the plants, cutting and sharpening wherever it was needed, her mind taken off the usual troubles. Focused on her craft she completely missed the entrance of a woman in the shop and only when she heard her chuckling, she stopped. She kept her head low even then, annoyed and even a little angry.

“cute.”

Alex left down her scissors and looked up, biting on her tongue. The woman across from her didn’t look much different from what she remembered. Her short curly hair hid her wound very well and eyes remained as cold as she remembered, always searching for justice.

“what do you want here?”

“I know he’s back.”

Alex laughed, moved away from the counter with the pot and left it on the ground. “I’m not his secretary you know.”

“I need to talk to him Alex.”

“get in line.” She whispered picking up another pot and digging in the mud.

Madani walked around the flower shop, crossing her arms and looking at the plants. “one way or another you always get your hands dirty Walker. Whether its blood or mud, some things never change.” Madani sat down, in the chair that was meant for the costumers while Alex kept working on her plants. “do you know where he is?”

“No.”

“Did he join you last night?”

Alex stood still. Glimpses coming back to her from yesterday’s night, her wound stinking under her clean clothes. “Last night I was in my bedroom watching the Notebook. Frank would rather torture over it.”

Madani laughed, leaning closer to the counter “how long you think you can keep this silly play up before you end up like Castle? Running from the law, owing favors left and right. You’re turning into him-“

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Dinah and frankly, I don’t care. I don’t know where Frank is, I don’t know what he’s up to and I got scars to prove that he doesn’t care all that much about me either.”

“Listen to me. I’m not the enemy, I’m not here to hurt him-“ Alex turned away from her and walked at the back of the store where she was met with an unexpected visitor, she held in her gasp as he grabbed her to his chest, putting his hand over her mouth to keep her silent “I need him to meet with Russo.” Continued Dinah. Frank let go Alex slowly, allowing her to face him. She made a fist her hands, forcing herself to remain still so she wouldn’t punch him. In that moment they were so close to each other, looking at each other, with all kinds of excuses. “He’s lying to us, pretending he doesn’t remember so we will pity him.” Frank reached for her arm but Alex shook him off immediately and grabbed one of the empty pots on the floor, walking out without saying anything. “he has a plan” said Dinah when she joined her again.

Alex placed the larger plot on the counter, paying little attention to what the woman was saying. Dinah stood up, she pulled her hair behind her ear, her scar was almost evident when Alex looked at her. A sudden glimpse of that night came back to her and she felt a pain in her chest, she placed her hand there out of instinct. Madani must have noticed considering her next question “You still get nightmares too, don’t you?”

“Nothing like yours.”

“I have a bad feeling Alex. A storm is coming and we are in the center of it. Billy is playing us, how can a person forget all the evil he’s done that easy? Frank needs to see him. Just gave him that message when he comes to you again.” Madani turned to leave, Alex made a step forward.

“He never told you did he? What happened to me.”

Madani looked at her, narrowing her eyes.

“I was in an accident, a long time ago. I got hit in the head, I lost everything. My name, my family, my life. You have no idea what that does to a person. If you’re afraid that he’s lying then you’re a fool. You should be more scared of him telling the truth.” Alex walked closer “because if he is then you’re no longer against a person, you’re against a monster far worse than he ever was before.”

Madani stared at her, crossing her arms to her chest “just tell frank to come and see me.” With that she left and a few minutes after her exit Alex heard frank coming out of the shadows. She didn’t turn to face him or say anything until he did.

“I know you do not want to speak to me so I’ll do the talking and then I’ll go.”

Alex picked up a bunch of roses and white flowers and left them on he counter. She started placing them next to each other carefully, to make it into a bouquet.

“I’m on the trail of a big job. Woman trafficking.” Her hands froze. She held on her breath. He walked around the counter so he would be facing her “They take little girls and train them.” Her eyes shot up, she gripped on the roses, the thorns piercing her skin. “I need your help Alex-“

“I can’t” she said quickly, it came out as a whisper, a complain. He walked back next to her and held her hands, pulling them away from the roses. She avoided his eyes, staring at the ground.

“It could be the same people that held you-“

“Shut up!” she snapped, pulling her hands away “just shut up! I can’t do this; I can’t be around you.” Her pulse started beating faster, her breathing louder “we can never be a team again Frank. I don’t trust myself around you anymore.” He tried reaching for her, she slapped his hand away “you don’t understand, do you? What happened to me after you left! I can’t control myself anymore- you let the beast out, you were the only one that could tame and then you left!”

“And now I’m back and I have evidence that you can use-“

“I don’t care about your fucking evidence! I don’t want it-“ her voice cracked, her eyes started to hurt, tears pushing to be let out in sobs “I don’t want any of it anymore! Because I can’t take it, I thought I could, I wanted to be able to but I can’t” her voice trembled “so please, just leave.”

Frank stood still for a moment, staring at her and then he turned and left. Alex looked at her palms, which were full of thorns and cursed under her sobs.

Frank sat in his car, laying his head back on the seat. He took in a loud breath and watched over the window at the flower shop. He couldn’t understand what happened to her, what had changed but there was definitely something different. There was always madness in her, he always knew that. First time he had seen it was in her bathroom but he could control it too because she let him. They completed each other in that way, her madness made him feel sane and she was always there to help him, eager too.

The night that everybody thought that he had murdered Reyes and Tepper, he stopped her on the street while she was on her way to Karen Page. It was the first time she looked like she had little faith in him, almost like a part of her believed that he was the one that did it.

“You friend is the next target.”

“Stay away from Karen.”

“I’m trying to protect her. They will come for her and they will come for you and anyone who is digging into the story.”

“That’s what happens when you raddle trees with fucking snakes on them Frank. People get attacked.”

“Listen to me- It wasn’t me! You’ve trusted me before, I need you to do it, one last time.”

And she did she led him to Karen’s safe house and he was right. There was an attack on her life a few moments after. While they all stood in her room each trying to convince each other of something, bullets started falling through the windows. Alex jumped on frank to pull him down, who fell on Karen, pushing her on the floor. Alex cuddled herself as the bullets hit the glass, waiting for the storm to pass. Frank watched her as he shielded Karen, terrified that she would go through the same panic attack she did when they first met but she didn’t. when the gun fire was over, she reached for Karen.

“Are you ok?”

“I’m fine.”

Frank moved away from them, sitting down, breathing loudly. Alex gave him a look and he nodded, letting her know he was fine as well.

“We need to move.”

“Go where? Everyone is looking for you Castle!” Karen held her head. “And me apparently”

“maybe that’s a good thing.” Whispered Alex and looked at frank with an intense gaze. Frank didn’t need long to realize what she was saying and neither did Karen who was completely against the idea.

“Are you both insane?”

“don’t tell matt about this.” She got on her knees and got Karen’s gun from the floor. “I’ll see you tomorrow”

“Alex… this is too dangerous.”

“That’s why you’re gonna stay here. Let me and frank take over.”

“its not a good idea.”

“It’s the only one we have.”

Somehow, he and she always found themselves caught up in situations with very few and very bad ideas it didn’t stop them. They drove to a dinner close by and frank could still remember the silence. Similar to the one right now, in his empty car and he had reached his destination before he had even realized where he was driving to.

He got out of the car shutting the door and pulled up his hoodie to hide his face. He stood in front of the familiar building, reading the golden sign “Nelson and Murdock, Attorneys at law”. He put aside his doubts about what he was doing and entered the building.

•••

Matt was sitting on his desk, reading some legal documents, striking his fingers across the dots on the white pages when suddenly he heard steps out of the office, going back and forth and a beating heart, an anxious heart. Then there was a knock, foggy opened the door, his breathing got faster, he started sweating.

“Is he here?” he recognized the voice immediately. Frank Castle. He closed the folders in front of him, listened to the exchange of the two men on the inside room, preparing himself to meet frank. He thought about the last time he had met him, in Alex’s house. They fought that night, broke her table, 9 months ago and from what he knew she still hadn’t gotten a new one.

Frank came in his office, very confident in his movements. He closed the door without saying anything and sat across from him. At some point he reached for the cookies matt had on his desk and got one for himself. Meanwhile matt could feel his eyes on him, staring at him.

“So are you blind or not, because I am confused.” He asked while chewing on the cookie. Matt took in his scent, similar to the one he’d caught in Alex’s house this morning. “How does it work?” frank stretched his hand to get another cookie but matt reached the dish faster and pulled it away from frank and closer to himself. He heard him scoff and lay back on his chair.

“Something in between” he answered coldly “what are you doing here?”

Frank licked the chocolate of his fingers “we only have one thing in common. So, what do you think?”

“Since when do you come to me when you need her?” he tilted “is it ever since you abandoned her-“

Frank leaned forward, hitting his hand on the desk and pointed at matt “you told me not to come up with you!”

“its been 9 months and you couldn’t even send a text”

“Now you wanted me to text her? You must be the most confusing man I’ve ever met in my life!” frank got up and paced around the room “you know I did what I had to do. Don’t blame me if it backfired at you.”

“And what do you want now?”

“I’m close to an organization. Human trafficking. Little girls.” Matt raised his head. Suddenly very interested about what he was saying “I met a girl about a month ago. She sent to kill me.”

“Why?”

“Because I was digging on the wrong people’s garbage. You know how it is, don’t you?”

Matt reached for a pen he had on his desk, holding tight on to it “and did you kill her?”

Frank turned and looked at matt “I almost did. Then I looked in her eyes and all I could see was emptiness, zero purpose. It reminded me of Lexie.” He started moving back to his chair “so I kept her around to ask some questions. She didn’t make a lot of sense…” he sat down “but she said something about an organization.” Matt held tighter on the pen “and then, right in front of my eyes, she died.” He got another cookie throwing it in his mouth and chewing slowly.

Matt threw the pen he was holding on the desk and stood up. He drew a hand over his mouth and chin and then put his hands on his hips.

“You look a little freaked out Red.” He licked his thumb to get rid of the chocolate “it wouldn’t be because you already knew about this, would it?”

Matt bit on his tongue, holding back the things he wanted to say to him. “Did you go to Alex with this?”

“I tried. But she says, she wants no part in this.”

Matt stretched out his hand “and that’s for the best.” Frank laughed “you don’t understand the size of what you are messing with Frank! Listen to me- you don’t want to be part of this! There’s reason I kept Alex away from this and-“

“Have been lying to her ever since you met her when you knew exactly where she was coming from!”

“Believe it or not it was for her safety.”

“I don’t care about you reasons Red” he leaned forward “and I don’t care about your objections!”

“Then why are you here?”

“Because she deserves to know the truth and she deserves to be there when I bring that shit to the ground!” Matt laughed, shaking his head. “You think I am joking around Murdock?”

“I think you are a damn fool if you think its gonna be that easy.” He balanced his hands on the desk “and if you think I’ll have any part in convincing Alex to go with you.” He pointed a him “twice you’ve left her for dead. One time in the docks and the other on the carrousel- maybe she is tired of dying for you, have you thought of that?”

“that’s what you think I am here for? I don’t need you to convince her, I need to understand what the hell happened while I was away because the girl I met today, is nothing like the one I knew.”

“she’s going through a hard time-“

“A hard time?” he scoffed and stood up, waving his hand “did you know she goes out alone fighting gangs by herself- she killed two people in front of me the other night. So don’t fuck with me-“

“I’m trying to fix it!”

“she’s not a broken toy Murdock! What the fuck are you fixing? What the fuck is going on-“

Foggy opened the door, interrupting them. Frank gave him a quick glance and then turned his back on him “we have to go to court. We are late.”

Matt picked his suit from his chair and put it on, he picked up his bag with all the documents and he left without answering any of his questions. He walked down the stairs quickly with foggy on his side and when he reached the outside world, he let out a heavy breath, relaxing his tie and leaning forward, holding on to the nearest wall.

“What’s wrong?” asked foggy, the worry on his voice was evident.

“Nothing-“ her heartbeat, slow and weak, echoed in his ears. Along side, the sound of blood gushing out her open wound. The feeling of uselessness he felt. Foggy put a hand on his shoulder.

“You want water?”

“No, I’m fine. Everything’s fine!” he stood straight again and sneak his arms around foggy’s, letting him lead him to his car.

•••

The one place she hated most in the world were hospitals. There was no other place that killed hope quicker than this. Alex kept her eyes on the floor while walking, she didn’t want to see anybody’s face. She snuck herself in one of closets the nurses kept their robes and grabbed one of them, putting it on and pulling her hair up on a pun. When she came out, she looked to her right and a doctor who had his glasses hanging from the pocket on his chest was coming towards her. She walked quickly in his direction, making sure to note the name he had written on his ID card and then bumping on to him and snatching his glasses while apologizing for the accident. The doctor waved her off and she moved along. She put on the glasses and made a turn, when she saw a nurse going in the room she wanted to go.

She caught up to her, pulling her arm. The woman turned around and Alex read her name on her ID card “Lily, Dr. Ford asked for you?” she said confidently.

“What the hell does he want? I’m doing a routine check up!”

“Something about a patient. Yesterday’s incident.”

Lily sighs and hands her the folder with the patience’s information. “Finish this for me. Hey, boys-“ lily looked at the security guards standing in front of the door “she’s taking over for today.”

The guards nodded and opened the door, letting her walk in the room. Too easy, she thought to herself while walking inside. The door shut closed behind her, she jumped at the sound, her eyes closing out of instinct. When she opened them again the room was dark, silent. She could see ghosts standing by the corners, memories in shadows and the silence allowed for the noises in her head to get louder. Whispers, screams, her name.

She shook her head and focused on what she was holding, a folder. She walked closer to the patient laying on the bed, unmoved. She got to the window, opened the curtains, the patient whined when the light got up to him and she turned to look at him.

Billy Russo, tilted his head enough to be able to see her, for the first time she saw his scars, she gasped, the folder dropping from her hands.

She saw it with her own eyes and now it was replaying in her head, frank pushing against the mirror, dragging his face along the shattered glass, his screams, his cries and Frank relentless, pushing harder. She moved back to the window, holding on the railings they’d put there for protection and tried to catch her breath, remove the sigh from her mind.

“Who are you?” asked Billy, his voice weak but loud enough.

So Madani was right he didn’t remember anything. Goddamn she knew that feeling all too well. She took in a deep breath and moved away from the window closer to him, she kept her gaze on the floor, avoiding his face.

“We met a long time ago.”

“I can’t remember.” He mumbled.

She raised her hand, held on the bed. “that’s alright.” She answered, finally lifting her eyes to look at his scar and every part of her wanted to throw up but she held back “I was there when you got these.”

“The scars?” Billy moved a little on his bed, tried to sit better “you know who did it?”

“I do.” She whispered.

“Was it you?”

“no.” she sat on the edge of the bed “but some nights I wish it was.” She abruptly grabbed his throat, her grip staying tight around his neck. He started struggling, kicking and punching the air but he was nowhere near as strong as he used to. “you killed me that night- if you can’t remember anything else remember that and when you are struggling with shadows and faces and colors you can’t even recognize, remember that If you dare to walk out this hospital, ill come for you and cut your face in half!” she let his face drop back and left the room. Not looking back.

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A Savoury Moment

Oneshot

Pairing : Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary : Matt returns home early just as you were about to eat your cookies.

A/N : Fluff and some midnight dancing. Read it on Ao3.

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Taking a nap in the afternoon was the worst idea ever, you knew that but you were so tired and your eyes were drooping from exhaustion, so once you fell on the bed you slept and forgot about setting an alarm.

The result, you were awake in the middle of the night closing your eyes wishing sleep would take over. Sleeping alone in a cold bed was a difficulty in itself, Matt was out fighting crime, which added to your overthinking about everything, cause no matter how much you tried the worrying thoughts were poking your brain, making you anxious.

You sighed pulling off the blanket and blinking in the dark, deciding to get up for a while and to try to sleep again later. Your stomach grumbled as you stepped out of the bedroom into the living room.

You turned on some slow music to drown the silence. Putting some milk on the stove you ransacked the kitchen for cookies and finally finding a few left, you sat on the couch and as you were about to dip the cookie in the milk, a deep voice came from behind,

"That smells nice"

You jumped barely able to stop the milk from spilling, putting the mug on the table be you turned around, "Matthew" you scolded looking at the guilty man standing in the shadows, his daredevil suit on from that night's patrol.

"I'm sorry" he chuckled, before walking up to you.

Your eyes wandered around his body checking for wounds and bruises, which he felt, "I'm fine, just feeling a little hungry"

"Then don't scare me like that" you grumbled hitting his arm as you stood up and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close.

He breathed your scent mixed with his a result of you wearing his shirt, putting his arms around your waist and lightly caressing it, he pulled you close and kissed you. You both separated with a identically sweet smile, you took off his mask running your hands through his messy hair, "Your're home early today"

He hummed burying his head into your neck, "There wasn't much to do today and I missed you"

"Aww, I missed you too", you both swayed for a while before you pulled away, "But I'm afraid there aren't cookies for the both of us"

He groaned before smirking, "Looks like we have to make some then"

"Well, why don't you go change while I am setting up the ingredients" you agreed, looking up at him. His grin widened, he moved to give you a last kiss before walking towards his bedroom.

You looked around the kitchen, pulling out all the ingredients from your favourite recipe that you had saved in your phone when Matt joined you in his hoodie and sweatpants. You began reading aloud the recipe and added stuff while he mixed all of them, and with the team effort the cookies were in the oven in no time.

Cleaning up you were both sitting on the counter, munching on the little cookies you had, waiting for the new cookies to finish baking, sharing the last one left, you leaned on his arm and sighed,                                                                     "Now we have to wait"

"Or do we" he smirked freeing his hand and jumping off the counter, you looked at him confused trying to figure out what he was trying to do.

"Well, unless you can control time, I think we do" you muttered.

"I can't control time but I know how to make it pass quickly" he replied kissing your forehead.

Matt went towards the record player and turned up the volume, he walked back to you and raised his hand in the air offering it to you.

"My lady, will you accept my hand"

"Yes I will, forever and ever"

You smiled giddily accepting his hand as he lifted you and gently put you down on the ground.

He pulled you towards him, you looked into his warm brown eyes that glinted in the dim lights of the kitchen. You two began swaying at the sweet melody that had filled the room, your steps matched as you both started dancing in a rhythm. The light aroma of the half-baked cookies spread through the air making your stomach growl. Matt giggled while you buried your head in his chest.

The song changed to a slightly upbeat one but still slow, you two began dancing, laughter echoed through the apartment as Matt twirled you then pulled you back before spinning you again.

It wasn't usual after all that Matt came back completely unharmed or fully tired which made you want to savour these moments forever. It was as these moments came fleeting but perfect in their own way.

[sgt-morgan]

Sight Unseen 💤

Summary: Matt pulls a late night and comes home to his perfect little family. Life is good. Part of the Robin verse.

Warnings: none. This is short and sweet, sappy fluff.

A/N: Matt is a good dad. Robin is the sweetest. Daddevil strikes again.

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Matt imagines that this is the cutest sight in the world. His pregnant wife and baby girl curled up in his bed. He has half a mind to take a picture, even though he won’t be able to stare at it. Instead he enjoys the serenity of the moment and tries to conjure an image in his mind of just exactly how sweet this sight must be with the senses that he has while he takes off his suit.

Earlier in the evening he had received your text about the bed already being full and he had laughed.

Robin 🦇🖤💍😍: Careful when you come to lay down tonight devil boy, your little battlin’ Jackie has taken over the bed, and I’m as big as a whale. If you decide to sleep on the couch to avoid a foot to the ribs lmk. Stay safe Bman, love you.

Now when faced with the reality of it his insides turned to mush.

He can smell the sleep in the air, both of his girls smell of it for certain. He takes several deep breaths to better get the picture. Jackie smells like that baby sweat all children get while napping, he can practically taste the salt of it on the air, children run hot when they sleep and his little girl is no exception. He imagines her hair is slightly damp with it, plastering her soft baby curls to her forehead. She also smells like her soap, the sweet smell of no tears shampoo, you must have given her a bath before bed. Next is the new lotion you bought for her, it smells like lavender and camomile, some kind of baby calm stuff, it’s pleasant and certainly does the job, the comforting smell of it allows his shoulders to relax. You always joke that those scents were more for the parents benefit than the baby’s, and he suspects you’re on to something. She also faintly smells of the both of you, she must have been sleeping in here the whole time. She had her own room, but some nights you both just needed the comfort of one another while he was out. It made his heart ache to think that you both would be so sad as to miss him, but when he’s around you always reassure him that it’s fine. He chooses to believe you, but he knows better.

Then there’s you, he can smell your sweat as well, telling him you’ve also been asleep for a while now. He also smells your deodorant, something soft and powdery, he thinks you noticed when he didn’t like the smell of your last one, you said every time you uncapped it he got a ‘smelly cat face.’ Whatever that means. He’s grateful for the change that you so readily made for his comfort, it was thoughtful. He smells his soap on your skin as well. It’s a habit of yours to use his toiletries when you miss him, he must be working too much lately, he makes a mental note to text foggy he’s taking an impromptu day off tomorrow, he wouldn’t mind. You also smell like the sensitive baby laundry detergent you’d begun to use, but it was masked heavily by his cologne, telling him you were wearing his shirt to sleep in. It was also spattered a bit with the smell of Jackie’s children’s toothpaste, so he knows it’s been a playful and eventful evening full of bath times and giggles. He’s sad he missed it.

Then he listens to the sounds around him. Two sets of breaths were slow and deep, three heart beats slow and steady, perfectly in sync. It further drives home the thought of Jackie curling up in your bed from the beginning. The sounds of your tiny matching snores makes him smile, you’re both sleeping good, peaceful and totally relaxed. Good, you deserved the rest. You had been struggling to sleep comfortably the further you’d gotten into your pregnancy, but tonight you seemed to be settled. There’s soft music playing, the sound of a lullaby album you played for Jackie when she was born, she must have been fighting sleep at first, asking you to sing her her lullabies. He also heard a faint breeze from a cracked window, it did feel a bit warm in here. He strains his ears, and he bets the air conditioning unit is broken again, he’d call the landlord about it in the morning. While straining his ears for the air con, he also picks up a faint rasp in his daughters breathing, oh no, she must be getting sick, he reaches out to feel her temperature and- oh, no, not sick, crying. She had been crying. Ah, now this little sleeping arrangement made sense. Jackie was sleeping on his pillow, there were wet spots where her tears had fallen onto it. He ghosts his fingers down her arms, and he finds the feeling of soft fuzz, she’s gripping her Batman teddy. A Christmas gift that matched her PJs, the teddy was affectionately known as her ‘daddy teddy.’ She was crying over him he realized with a deep sigh, he’d have to make it up to her tomorrow. In the mean time, he stripped off her footie pjs so she was just in her undershirt, Robin often said he was like a space heater, and as the little girl was already fairly warm, he didn’t want to risk her over heating. You and Jackie had been laying on your sides, foreheads pressed together. The thought of it was so endearing it physically made his heart hurt, and he rubbed his hand across his chest to release the ache. Once he got his daughter ready, he climbed into bed and settled her between you, her little back pressed to his chest. He ran a hand over your side, and let out a soundless chuckle when baby number two pressed a foot back into his palm, causing you to grumble and snuggle down further into your pillow in an attempt to get comfortable again. You always complained that all of his babies were daddy’s girls, and in moments like these he suspects you’re right. He smooths a hand over your hair, pushing the strands out of your face and caressing your cheek, you sigh contentedly and he beams. All of his girls loved him, the evidence of it was right here, and it made his chest swell with pride.

So maybe he couldn’t see his perfect little family, couldn’t see the way that Jackie was a perfect little carbon copy of his Robin, couldn’t see that you were sleeping in his ‘daddevil’ T-shirt, couldn’t see the picture of him on the nightstand you had strategically turned towards the bed so you and your daughter could see it, couldn’t see the crayon drawing Jackie made of her daddy in his suit, or the sonogram you’d received today of baby number three, but he could hear your heartbeats as they synced with his own, the evidence of your love made plain in all your little habits, and that was enough for him.

[igotanidea]

Surprise : Matt Murdock imagine

asked by @v4leoftears as a part of my celebration

A/N: it;s been a while since I wrote for Matt, and damn! It's nice to get back to that :D, words in italics are the the references to the past, at first, and Matt;s thoughs, later.

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„Suprise!”

Matt could barely do as little as open the door to his place when Karen, Foggy and  Y/N jumped out of different furniture and started happily screaming. They have been planning this little birthday party for him for a while now. Even though Y/N was not sure about hiding in the Daredevil’s apartment, her friends convinced her to do so.

“Come on! It’s gonna be fun!” Foggy said

“Unless he goes full vigilante mode and kills us all in a blink of an eye. You do realize he can hear people heartbeats, right? What do you think would be his first reaction upon sensing three of those in his flat?” she scoffed

“You are too modest, my friend. Everyone knows Matt can tell your heart from everyone else’s. It just beats differently, cause he is soooo in love with you” Nelson grinned at poor, blushing girl.

“Stop it , Franklin!”

“Don’t be me mad at me…..”

“I'm not mad!”

“Last time someone used my real name was probably in middle school, so yes, I can tell you are.”

“We can use some nice scent to calm him down” Karen suggested “I don’t think he would become suspicious if he smells the freshly baked cake or something like this. Or maybe we can get some of his favorite takeout?”

“Nah.” Y/N shook her head “it’s his birthday. We are not taking take-out. If anything I am going to prepare something nice from the scratch.”

“Oh, I’m so glad you agreed to this. I was truly worrying you were going to leave us alone with all the preparations.”  

“When did I agree…..?” Y/N trailed, but quickly realized how tricked she was “oh, damn…..”

The three friends had their hands full for the last couple days. The hardest task was probably pretending that they had no clue Matt’s birthday were coming. Even though he was throwing hints left and right.

“I think I should replace my hoodie soon, it seems like it is tearing.” He said one day.

“Really? I know a nice shop with good men’s clothes so I can take you there.” Y/N replied not even looking up from her documents

“I’m running low on medical supplies” he whined on the other

“too many dangerous adventures lately?” Foggy laughed “maybe the devil needs retirement.”

 “I might be taking some time off next Thursday., That’s a special date for me” was probably the most suggestive.

“All right. I’ll write it down so no one forgets and won’t take any clients of yours then.” Karen smiled brightly not catching the bait.

So all that left Matt in sad belief that no one of his friends remembered and made him just a bit more nostalgic than usual. He spoke less and tried to bury himself in the work. The plan was working just perfectly.

The only thing left to do was performing some magic so the three of them could leave the office early on that big day, without making Matt suspicious. Now that, that would be a challenge, no doubts. He was just too… careful and observant. 

But during all those times of being friends with him, Foggy, Karen and Y/n got sneaky and creative as well. Maybe even more than Matt, since, after all, they were the ones who had to keep his identity a secret and come up with excuses for him being late or bruised or disheveled.

So when the next Thursday finally came, miraculously Y/N got sick, Karen found a lead of a new investigation and Foggy had a family emergency. As a result Matt was left alone in the office, sulking, putting on his characteristic sad wet cat expression and getting lost in thoughts. Somewhere around six he gave up completely and with a deep sigh left the office heading straight towards his apartment. Apparently the only thing he could hope for (even on his b-day) was getting into gear and getting beaten up.

Yeah, well. If only he had more faith in his friends.

“SURPRISE!”

“What…..?” his surprised gaze landed somewhere above Y/N’s head, all his posture asking for any kind of explanation. “What…..?”

“Oh, you silly one!” Y/N rushed towards him, enveloping him a tight hug in which he immediately got lost “Please tell me, you did not actually think we forgot about your special day?”

“I….. I kinda did…..”

“You are a man of a little faith, my friend” Foggy laughed, reaching for the paper hat and putting it on Matt’s head.  “We’re gonna party like we did in college.” he added, handing him a bunch of party baloons in different shapes and sizes.

“We weren’t exactly party animals, Foggy.”

“Stop embarrassing us in front of the girls, Murdock!”

“If only that were the only thing that you can get ashamed of” Y/N rolled her eyes and grabbed Matt’s hand leading him inside “stop standing in the threshold birthday boy. There’s more than just some gadgets which were actually Foggy's ideas. ”

“Now you got me worried. I seriously hope you did not set fire in my apartment”

“Idiot!” Y/N smacked his head playfully “use some of your supersenses! Do you smell burnt?”

“Not really.” He smiled lightly “it’s actually pretty nice scent. What did you make?”

“Something special.” Karen grinned, getting the food out the oven “we figured you could actually use some home-cooked meal, instead of take-out again.”

“You shouldn’t have…..”

“Nonsense.” Foggy muttered.

“You, Nelson, have nothing to say in the matter! We made it all from scratch, you just came for the done!”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I brought the presents! That was some heavy lifting”

“Guys!” Karen interrupted Y/N and Foggy’s banter “stop fighting, we should focus on the man of the hour.”

“No, please.” Matt whispered “laugh and bicker all you want. I haven’t had so much laugh and fun in here for a while. It’s just …. nice. Thank you all.”

“Don’t thank us, yet. At least not before tasting and opening the gift.”

“You really shouldn’t have…..”

“Mattie….” Y/N took a step towards him “listen to me” she grabbed his face in her hands and looked him straight into the eyes “you. deserve it. All right? Nod If you understand.” He nodded obediently “don’t you ever think differently, love.”

“Ok, you two lovebirds, come sit and let us eat! I’m hungry!”

“You are always hungry, Foggy!”

“I’m a busy, important man! I’m entitled to be hungry. Can I start now?”

“ NO!” Karen and Y/N yelled in unison

“WHY?!”

“Not before a birthday cake!”

“There’s a birthday cake?” Matt raised his happy, gazeless eyes onto his friends “really?”

“Of course. What’s a b-day party without a cake? Now, here.” The girls put the dessert onto the table and lighted the candles.

“We weren’t sure how old you were, you ancient one….” Foggy joked

“We were actually surprised you lived this long…..” Karen added

“So this is just symbolic number.” Y/N ended the sentence “But the wish is yours to make.”

“I don’t…..”

“Sh! You don’t have to say it outloud. Just think it. It’s all right.”

“All right.” Matt whispered, his eyes glimming a bit as he leaned over the candles and blew them off in the first try.

“Please, I just want them to stay with me like this. I don’t want to be alone ever again”. He though

“Yes!” his friends clapped happily “you made it, it’s gonna come true! Happy birthday, Matt!"

It already did. He closed his eyes, trying to process all those happy feelings bubbling inside him. Thank you, lord. I don’t deserve any of this.

“Finally! Can I eat now?!”

Matthew Murdock never believed he could be happy. He was used to constant pain, fear, guilt and regret.  The feeling on carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders all alone. He was a martyr, who put himself on the cross and forgot how to get down from it. And now? Now all that emptiness that was his best friend, was extruded by laughing, joy and that warming presence of his favorite people – friends and the love of his life. They really were here. Despite everything he did, what he put them thought, they never stopped believing in him, never left him. God, he truly did not deserve them. Their voices, jokes and bantering was exactly what he needed. A reminder that no matter what he was not alone. He smiled lightly, digging into the food. Made just for him. To celebrate him. All the effort they put into that, all the planning and preparations. It was just too much to handle and he started to shake, almost unnoticeably by anyone.

Anyone except Y/N, who sat the closest to him.  

“Matty?” she reassuringly put  a hand on his shoulder throwing him off his reverie “Are you all right?”

“I’m just…. I need a second all right?” he stood up from the table and exit the room, followed by his friends’ surprised gazes. Y/N didn’t even need to think twice when she walked right after him towards the bedroom. Her man was just sitting on the bed, sobbing lightly and that made her blood freeze in her veins.

“Matty?” in a blink of an eye she was by his side, cradling his head and taking all the mixed-up emotions filling him whole “what happened, love? Sh.” She caressed his cheek lovingly “it’s all good. Tell me. I can’t let you go through a mental breakdown tonight. And well, ever. But especially tonight. Tell me, Matt.”

“You’re just all so good to me.” He whispered, hiding face in the crook of her neck “I still can’t process that…”

“Process what, silly? That we love you? That we care about you? That we only want what best for you? Even if sometimes requires tough love?”

“Yes.” He confessed and his confession made her tighten the grip on him

“Good thing we can always remind you.” she smiled and kissed the top of his head

“Thank you, Y/N.”

“Of course. I told you. You deserve it. You are a good person, Matthew Murdock. Stubborn like hell and individualistic, for sure, but deep down, nothing but good.”

‘Can we stay here for a while?” he asked just wanting to be with her until he got back his composure.

“I think….” She trailed, but sudden yelling from the dining room cut her off.

“Are you two gonna come out so Matt can open the presents?!”

“WHO’S BIRTHDAY IS IT, FOGGY?!” Y/N yelled back “WHY DO YOU FEEL THE URGE TO TELL PEOPLE WHAT TO DO IN WHAT ORDER?!”

All Foggy did in response was a happy laugh.

“something tells me he's getting another kind of present there!”

“Shut up, Franklin!” she couldn’t help but blush a bit “what do you say, jubiliarian, shall we get back?”

“Only if you give me your present later…” he smirked and kissed her cheek.

“We’ll see about that…..”