#matt murdock drabble

[ddejavvu]

m.list - matt murdock

blurbs:

you interrupt matt's patrol

matt's tired after patrol

you like matt's chest hair

professor!matt

showering with matt

matt + "where did your clothes go?"

prince!matt

kidnapper!matt

matt + edging

matt + enemies to lovers

stalker!matt | 2

matt comforting you after a nightmare

you're insecure during sex

matt notices your harmful habits

matt cuddles you on your period

mafia!matt

matt learns to braid

patching matt up after patrol

priest!matt

roommate!matt

matt + rivals to lovers

matt makes a better second impression

your dog likes matt's seeing eye dog

[lovelybucky1]

thinking about being between frank and matt, caught up in their conflicting personalities and the dynamic that comes with it.

matt is so mean, such a tease. he’s constantly playing with you, riling you up just to deny you. he loves how you squirm, how you pout up at him when he tells you no. you’ll beg and beg and he’ll eventually give in, but only after you work for it.

“awh, sweetheart, you think you’re gonna cum tonight? you’re gonna have to convince me if you want that.”

frank is the opposite. he’s such a giver and his soft spot for you is way too big to keep you wanting for anything. you say the word and he’s giving you whatever you want until you can’t take it anymore. you’re his good girl and he can’t resist the way you bat your eyelashes and say his name in that tone. he’s weak when it comes to you.

“ya look so sweet sucking my thumb like this, baby. such a good girl for me.”

or maybe matt is the softie, giving in to your every desire. you want to go out to dinner? reservations are at eight. you want a new pair of shoes? a shiny pair of red bottoms are waiting for you on your bed. you want matt to eat you out? he’ll lay between your thighs and pleasure you until his jaw aches.

“when i get home, i want you wearing that new set i bought you. get that toy out too, your favorite one.”

maybe frank is the strict disciplinarian who will put you over his knee if you get a bit too mouthy with them. he’ll grip your jaw and make you look him in the eye when you misbehave. you hate it when you get in trouble with frank.

“who’re you talkin’ to like that, huh? cause you sure as shit don’t talk back to me like that.”

they bicker back and forth on the best way to treat their girl. matt and frank will never see eye to eye on anything, especially when it comes to you.

[mcrdvcks]

You knew something was wrong the moment you heard the faint scraping against the window—softer than usual, cautious, almost like he was trying not to disturb you.

Pushing aside your laptop, you crossed quickly to the window and slid it open, heart dropping when you saw him perched precariously on the fire escape.

“Matt,” you whispered, half scolding, half worried, reaching out immediately to steady him. “What happened?”

“Rough night,” he grunted softly, shifting slightly to ease through the window. He winced, favoring his left side as you guided him carefully into the apartment.

“You always say it’s a rough night,” you murmured, gently pulling him toward the couch. “Come sit. Let me see.”

He sat obediently, a faint smile curving the corners of his lips despite his discomfort. He tilted his head slightly as he listened to you move around, gathering medical supplies from the bathroom cabinet.

“You don’t have to—” he started softly.

“Too late,” you interrupted firmly, settling beside him and carefully peeling away the torn fabric from his torso, exposing the nasty bruises beneath. A sharp breath caught in your throat, eyes softening instantly. “Matt…”

“It looks worse than it feels,” he assured quietly, his hand brushing yours comfortingly.

“Why do you insist on lying when we both know that’s not true?” you muttered, gently applying antiseptic to the cuts scattered across his ribs. He hissed softly, muscles tensing under your touch.

“Occupational hazard,” Matt said dryly.

“You know,” you teased lightly, trying to distract both him and yourself from the sharp pang of worry in your chest, “you’re lucky I’m here. I’m basically your personal medic.”

“Hmm,” he hummed softly, a faint smile tugging at his mouth, “I’m definitely lucky.”

You paused, biting your lip thoughtfully. Carefully placing a small bandage across a deeper scrape on his shoulder, you glanced up into his face. “You know what would heal these injuries faster?”

Matt’s head tilted curiously, amusement flickering in his weary expression. “Oh?”

“Kisses,” you declared confidently, your voice mock-serious. “Kisses are my superpower.”

He chuckled, a soft, warm sound that relaxed the tension in his shoulders, visibly easing him despite his discomfort. But his tone quickly shifted, becoming unexpectedly solemn. “Well, then by all means. I trust you implicitly, doctor.”

You laughed softly, playing along as you leaned forward and gently kissed a bruise just below his collarbone, murmuring teasingly, “See? Practically healed already.”

Matt reached up, fingertips grazing your chin gently, tipping your face toward him. His voice was low, genuine now, wrapped warmly around your heart. “Don’t stop. It’s definitely working.”

You blinked slowly, pulse skipping at his intensity, but held onto the playful air between you. Leaning forward again, you pressed another soft kiss near his shoulder, letting your lips linger gently. “Better?”

“Much,” he whispered roughly, his voice catching slightly.

“Hmm,” you hummed, emboldened, trailing kisses carefully up his neck, pausing to murmur against his skin, “This one might need extra attention.”

Matt’s breath stilled beneath you, his fingers tightening ever so slightly around your wrist. His voice was a tender, gravelly whisper in your ear, “Whatever you think best.”

You paused, your heart beating faster at the vulnerable sincerity hidden beneath his playfulness. Pulling back slightly to look into his face, you brushed your fingertips softly over his cheek, careful of the bruises there. “Matt,” you murmured softly, your voice gentle, serious now, “be careful. Please.”

His expression softened, and he gently lifted your hand, pressing your fingertips to his lips, murmuring earnestly, “I promise.”

“Good,” you whispered, warmth flushing your cheeks at his touch. After a quiet moment, you leaned forward again, pressing your lips softly to his, sweet and lingering, heart fluttering when he smiled gently into the kiss.

When you pulled back slightly, he sighed contentedly, tilting his head down as if savoring the feeling. “Definitely your superpower.”

You laughed softly, leaning your forehead against his. “Glad it works.”

“More than you know,” he whispered, voice full of warmth, thumb brushing gently against your cheek. “Don’t ever stop.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

[inkdrinkerworld]

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

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

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

His spot is still warm at least.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

MATT MURDOCK day 7 (13, oct) — blindfold

18+ fem!reader, 348 words. mdni!!

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST ⋆ ˚｡𖦹.

Tonight, your sleep mask doubled as a blindfold, the covering's purpose to isolate your senses in the same way —or as similar— to Matt’s. To make your mind and body concentrate solely on the feelings with the sense of sight taken away.

His near nude self hovers above your completely bare one. His speech soft between the close distance, making you focus on his words.

“Where am I now, sweetheart?” he asks, tone gentle as he caresses down your arm with a singular finger. 

“My arm,” you reply.

“Mhm-hm, good,” he smiles, rewarding you with a quick kiss. “Do you know where I’m going next?” he questions, his voice getting further away as he moves from the hover — now sitting on his knees between yours.

“No,” you shake your head.

His finger that was stroking over the goosebumps of your arm has moved to rest between your tits, his touch light and faint as he draws a line from your chest down to your stomach. One slow, continuous drag-like trail down your midriff.

You couldn’t see Matt, but you knew he was smiling — the quickening thump of your heart making his ears prick, the heaviness in your breath having the same effect. The twitching of you under his fingertip verifying the significance of isolated touch. 

“Where am I going now?” he asks, speaking just as soft as before. 

His finger skims the lower part of your stomach, grazing above your pubic bone before moving to your inner thigh — trying to throw you off course with his new placement of touch.

“I don’t know,” you say, words breathy and airy.

The bed dips with his assumed change of position, the direction of his voice once again altering as he settles between your thighs. You feel his breath against your pussy, his mouth seeming to be mere inches from you.

His hands move to support under your thighs, his touch warm and delicate as he repositions you to make space for himself. His shoulders pushing your thighs further apart as he whispers lowly against you.

“Want to hazard a guess?”

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[devilfic]

More matt content?

I was thinking, Matt’s reaction towards reader wearing something real cute (like a beautiful red dress) or anything idk-

My mind is plastered with this man, god-

pairing: matt murdock x gn!reader. cw: fluff, established relationship, suggestive content. words: 334.

Matt pinches fabric—satin, he’s certain, silk satin—unable to hide the smile creeping up on him. He can feel where the sleeve ends and your skin begins, his fingers sneaking along the hem to paint the picture, “Did I buy this?”

You laugh and the fabric of your sleeve slips from between his fingers, “Yeah. You like it?”

It helps that you trust him, even more that you’ve been lovers for months, because when his hand passes over your chest to feel for the neckline, his ears burn. His fingers travel over the peaks and valleys and wonder of what is left in their wake. Telling by the hitch in your breath, you must feel the same.

“What color is it?”

“Crimson.”

“So we’ll match.” Matt is stroking down your front now, feeling for the length.

“Of course. What kind of partner would I be if I let you embarrass yourself in public like that?”

His head tilts to the side. He laughs once, wetting his lips to spite the urge to kiss your arrogant mouth, “Oh, sure. If anyone’s to blame for the poor color coordination, it’s me.” He feels you shrug as his hand travels back up to settle on the back of your neck. He takes the opportunity to pull you in for a kiss anyway, “I love it. You’re stunning.”

"You're not so bad yourself, Murdock," you trace his chin with your thumb, "glad you like it, though. You weren’t a fan of that velvet number from our last date night.”

“Yeah, no, this is much better… although,” his fingers slip around your waist and feel up your back, pausing with his hand at the middle of your spine, “I don’t imagine you’ll be wearing it long.”

“No ripping,” you nip his nose and his nostrils flare at a distant, heated memory, “replacing this will be expensive.“

Being cheeky, Matt tugs you into him without warning and you grab at his lapel to steady yourself, “What can I rip?”

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[consciouscarrot]

day 20 - skin to skin cuddling [m.murdock]

matt murdock x fem!reader

content warnings; angsty fluff, panic attacks, minor and brief self harm (scratching at face and chest during panic attack), non-sexual nakedness

notes; ngl i kept forgetting that he was blind when i wrote this, so if you notice anything about him seeing smth, no you didn’t. very late bc i was v tired

kinktober/flufftober masterlist

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matthew wished that you weren’t like this, not out of any selfish wants, but because he couldn’t bare to see the petrified look on your face when your anxiety got the best of you, and your body shut down.

he’d gotten back late from patrolling as the devil, rushing home when he’d gotten close enough to hear your desperate gasps for breath and pounding heartbeat. he’d found you on your knees, upper body curled in on itself and hands clasped over your chest, trying to claw away the terror wracking over you.

he’d knelt down next to you, purposefully breathing loud and slow, hoping you’d eventually be able to copy his pattern. he hated the way his blood soaked hands tarnished your soft face, crimson smearing over salt-stained cheeks when he begged you to calm down, wanting you to focus on his face instead of whatever thoughts your anxiety had gripped its claws into tonight.

you blubbered out apologies, voice cracking as you begged for him to make it stop. you dug your sharp nails into your face, dragging them down to your chest, desperately attempting to bring yourself out of your panic with pain.

he quickly grasped your arms, large hands smothering yours, hoping that you’d use him instead. blood trickled from the thin cuts, split flesh reddening as you cried out, squirming in his hold.

“breathe with me, slowly, honey,”

he took a big, deep breath, counting the seconds in his head, before holding it for four, then exhaling. he repeated that over and over again, patiently waiting for you to copy him, squeezing your hands in gentle encouragement when you eventually did.

the two of you breathed together for a long time, your heart steadily calming down as shakes began to wrack your body, exhaustion flooding over you.

he never stopped the exaggeration of his breaths, waiting for you to be ready to move, knowing that any unwelcome touches or movements could set you off again, that you needed to be in control after going through something so debilitating, stripping you of all your power.

eventually, you lifted up slightly, only having enough energy to whisper a soft ‘bed please’, clinging desperately to him the best you could in your exhausted state.

he picked you up, careful to hold your head against his shoulder so you wouldn’t lull it backwards, walking over to his bed and placing you down on it. he could smell the iron on your clothing and skin, having transferred off of him.

he kept your same tone, quietly telling you that he was going to take off both your messy clothes, only continuing when you sleepily nodded your consent, hair mussing against the pillow.

he stripped you down completely, then himself before quickly wetting a washcloth in the bathroom, cooing when you whimpered your complaints of him leaving you.

dragging the warm, damp material across your skin, paying special attention to the scratches, wiping away the small droplets of blood that had collected along the lines. he watched some of the tension begin to ebb from your body, previously tense muscles slowly relaxing at the soothing motions, finally feeling safe and secure now that he’d returned home.

he barely bothered with cleaning himself up, deciding that he couldn’t bare to be so far from you for even a second longer, figuring that he could just wash the sheets later that day, after you’d had some much deserved rest.

he slid under the covers, bare skin pressed against yours, wrapping his strong arms around you. you sighed contentedly, breath warming his chest as you thoroughly attached yourself to him, snuggling forwards to make sure the two of you were as close as possible.

“thank you, matty,”

“it’s okay, always gonna protect my girl, even from herself,”

his hand stroked strands of hair out of your face, thumb sliding down the bridge of your nose, wincing inwardly at the feel of your inflamed skin, metallic scent clinging to the self-inflicted scratches.

kissing the top of your head, he encouraged you to lean into the crook of his neck, face pressed against the tender skin. he rubbed up and down your naked back, intently paying attention to the way your chest expands and contracts, listening to your soft breathing, silently praying that it wouldn’t begin to pick up again.

of course, he wished that you didn’t have to go through this, hating every second that you gasped for breath, despising that your mind was reeling with self-deprecating thoughts and worries of terrible things that most likely would never happen. but, he did selfishly love the moments after, where you were too tired to resist his doting on you, where you let him take care of you fully and you would spend hours wrapped up in his arms.

he fell asleep to your soft snores against his chest, limbs still entangled together as he heard the city begin to wake, falling into a deep slumber with nothing to worry about but you.

[morganwrites12672]

Missed You

Matt Murdock x Reader

Summary: Matt vists you during a slow shift at the diner you work at.

Word Count: 800+

Rating: PG-13

A/N: Please ignore how short this is! I'm trying to get back into the groove of writing again.

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The morning rush had always been your least favorite part of working the early shifts. The diner stayed busy for most of your shifts, on most days. Today wasn't like most days.

It was oddly quiet.

You sunk into one of the booths, the black faux leather crinkling beneath your body. The black skirt you wore as apart of the uniform rode up on your thighs, revealing a bit more skin than you'd usually show. Your eyes fluttered shut for a moment, inhaling the scent of cheap coffee and burnt toast.

The jingle of the doorbell alerted you to a customer. And, you would have stood with a sigh if it hadn't been for the tapping of a walking stick that made you smile. Your eyes popped open, a smile brightening your face as you spotted a very familiar face.

"Do you know where I could get a good cup of coffee?" Matt said, resting his hands on top of his walking stick. His red glasses sparkled in the overhead lighting. He was perfectly dressed as always. It was rare that you saw him and he wasn't wearing a suit and tie.

"Hmmm," you mumbled, taking a moment to consider your answer. "I think I know a place."

You were then on your feet, walking behind the white and black speckled counter. The coffee pot was still fresh, you had recently dumped out the old pot and made a new one. Once you'd grabbed a white mug, you poured Matt a cup of coffee.

Whenever you turned around, his coffee in hand, you found Matt already seated at a booth. You set down the steaming cup of coffee in front of him. The darkly colored liquid steamed, the aroma filling the air around the cup.

"Careful, it's hot." Your gentle voice filled the silence. You took the seat across from him, crossing your ankles as you did so. The faux leather once again crinkled.

"Thank you," Matt said in a soft voice before taking a sip of the steaming coffee. He let out a sigh as he set down the cup, leaning his head back. He looked more tired than usual.

"You haven't been home much lately. I stopped by a few times," you said, assuming he had been out with Foggy and Karen or working late. Your voice held no accusation, only concern.

"Been working too many cases at once," Matt said with a small sigh, knowing that you believed his words. Being able to hear your heartbeat really did help him make sure you'd never find out his secret. He would never risk putting you in danger like that.

He listened to the gentle hum of your heartbeat, the way that your hair rustled whenever you pushed a loose strand behind your ears. Being around you brought him peace. After all of the chaos he'd been dealing with as of lately, he needed you. He needed to bask in your presence.

"You really shouldn't keep overworking yourself like this," you said softly, hand reaching out across the table to grab his. He gratefully took your hand in his, giving it a small squeeze.

Matt heard the way that your heart rate sped up at the gesture. He smiled, "I've got this handled." He always made sure to reassure you. Making you worry was something he always tried avoiding.

"You always say that," your voice held just enough doubt that made Matt know this subject wouldn't be dropped easily. Watching him overwork himself this much made your heart ache, desperately wanting to take away his exhaustion and heal his aching soul.

"Bab-"

"Nope." You said, cutting him off. "I'm asking you to work less. Don't do it for you. Do it for me." You knew that asking Matt to do something for himself would never work. Now, asking him to do something for you? That was an entirely different story.

Matt would rearrange the stars if that would make you smile. Anything you wanted. Matt would find a way to make it possible. He couldn't help how much he loved watching you smile. Making you smile brightened his day.

"I will try to work less," Matt finally said. "I won't promise you anything, though." His words were not said lightly. He didnt want to work less, not in the slightest. However, he knew that he was overworking himself. This could only go on for so long before he crashed and burned. He wouldn't allow that to happen, not whenever you'd be the one dealing with the aftermath.

"Thanks, Matty." You said, a smile curving the corners of your lips upward. You gave his hand a little squeeze, reminding him that you were there for him.

The way that your heart sped up with joy made Matt's heart ache. He could sense your joy, even if he couldn't actaully see your smile. He had heard your lips turn upwards. He relished in your happiness, every part of you filling his senses.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other's company. That perfectly described your relationship with Matt. It was comfortable.

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[thyme-in-a-bubble]

I just want you a little longer all to myself

kinktober, day eleven

a/n: yep, this is the dream. being like horny teens with matt at the office...

warnings: matt murdock x reader, smut, established relationship, secret relationship, reader works at nelson and murdock, office sex, kissing, oral, foreplay

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“Okay, so that toasted avocado sandwich for you and a tuna one for you?” gesturing to both you and Matthew, Foggy went over today’s lunch wishes one last time as he neared the door. 

“Yep,” you smiled, your toe absentmindedly tapping the floor as you watched the floppy-haired man exit the office. 

“Cool,” he swung it open, jokingly adding just before he disappeared from your view, “have fun sorting out those documents while I’m gone!” 

It took approximately five seconds after the door slammed shut for you and the other lawyer to run into each other's arms as if you were just two hormonal youths, unable to be in the same room with one another without ripping each other’s clothes off. 

Tearing your lips away from his, your fingers began to feverously tug at his silky tie, “how long do you think we have till he gets back?” your frame curved into his touch as he dug into the softness of your ass, backing you up into his own office. 

“Not long enough,” Matt groaned, kicking the door shut behind him as you soon crashed into the desk, “but we’ll make it work,” nipping against your lips as he clawed at your dress. Spinning you around, you braced on the cluttered table as the man behind you fervently lowered himself to the floor, scooping up the fabric around your hips as he descended. 

Your eyes fluttered as you felt his stubble gently scratch against you, his hot kisses climbing up the tingling flesh of your thighs, “not that I don’t love the sexiness of sneaking around with you,” your point was abruptly halted by a strangled whimper as he finally reached your core, hooking your underwear to the side for him to bury his face in your heat, “but when are we gonna tell at least him?”

Mumbling against your glossy folds, the vibration made you shiver, “soon, I promise,” causing your hand to swiftly shoot down in order to impatiently yank him back up. As your fingers frantically fumbled with his zipper, desperate to feel him inside of you, he leaned in and kissed the shell of your ear, “I just want you a little longer all to myself…”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[starkenobi]

JAMAISVU | matt murdock x reader

masterlist — warnings: soulmates; hanahaki; angst with no happy ending.

Summary: Like it or not, every choice has a consequence. And no matter how much Matt Murdock and Y/N tried not to acknowledge its existence, the connection of the red thread was there all along.

The wedding took place on a spring day, with flowers decorating every corner of the hall and matching the huge garden of the house. But, despite the festive atmosphere illuminated by the sun, there was something tragic about the whole situation. The forced smile that didn't reach the groom's eyes and the pale face of the bride as the maid of honor (the groom's best friend) ended the toasting session right after the best man.

I just wish you two a lot of happiness because your happiness warms my heart, Matthew Murdock.

Matt and Y/N have always been very close, a friendship so strong and in such harmonious harmony that it was hard to imagine the two of them being apart for long. Until Elektra, an old and turbulent romance, returns on a stormy night, and from that moment on, absolutely everything changed.

Matt's focus became on helping Elektra, the two of them getting even closer than when they were dating. It all happened very quickly. What at first was just helping solve a case, suddenly became wedding planning.

To the surprise of many, Y/N kept supporting Matt - even becoming a bridesmaid alongside Foggy - and taking part in the organization of the big event. Ignoring Frank's silent looks, denying Karen's offers so she wouldn't be alone, smiling when Clint tried to talk about the subject, even laughing when Natasha tried to corner her to find out how she was really doing. The answer was always the same: Matt being happy made her equally happy.

However, the reality was very sad, no one seemed to understand the extent of the seriousness and Matt knew how to pretend that everything was fine. Not even Y/N seemed to notice at first, but the signs were right there. The month that was supposed to be for the honeymoon and for the couple to take advantage of getting closer was canceled halfway through. Elektra was getting sicker and Matt started working overtime to pay the hospital bills.

It didn't take long for the pretense to be exposed, and the truth came out that Elektra had found her soulmate but that it hadn't had the positive results she had hoped for. Her soulmate was in a relationship with someone else and had no interest in forming a romantic bond or maintaining contact. The worst part about finding your soulmate is creating expectations and plans, but not preparing or accepting when the opposite happens.

Of course, the group of friends pretended not to hear the newlywed couple's argument; no one dared to give their opinion on the irresponsibility of the two in making a hasty decision. What would be the point other than making everyone even sadder and more worried? Y/N made a point of donating her time to help pay the bills, even if it was for food or medicine. She made sure to make sure Matt was eating right, getting enough sleep, and always offering a hug as a form of comfort.

Until, after a few months of marriage, the worst happened: on a sunny Sunday morning, Elektra was found dead in her hospital room. The bedroom floor was covered in red-stained white lily petals, and on the bed was a destroyed bouquet of striped carnations, purple hyacinths, and white tulips with a crumpled card that said 'I'm so sorry'.

Matt was devastated. It was extremely difficult to get him out of the hospital. Foggy and Karen took care of Elektra's funeral in his place. While Y/N chose to stay with Matt. They didn't talk much. Matt was immersed in grief and guilt, repeating that he hadn't kept his promise to help Elektra as he should have. After the funeral, things didn't seem to get any better; on the contrary, Matt seemed to lose himself even more in his grief.

Y/N's attempts to reconnect with Matt were increasingly unsuccessful. No matter the moment or the affection, the result was the same: Matt would remain silent, an empty expression contradicting his pain-filled eyes, and then he would withdraw and lock himself in the room.

Until Y/N finally understood the reason, and in the worst way. Foggy, Karen and Frank had just left, after a dinner at Matt's house. Everything seemed calm after a night with friends, until Matt took a deep breath and coughed hard, as if he had choked on something. Bringing his hand to his lips, he coughed for several minutes, a strong pain in his chest making him almost fall to his knees on the floor, if it weren't for Y/N holding him by the waist. When the coughing fit finally passed, Y/N noticed his lips dirty with pollen and blood... And a single lily petal in the palm of his hand.

Like a switch, things between Y/N and Matt changed even more drastically. He started to avoid her completely. It didn't matter how many times she invited him to share a meal, called or sent him a message.

In fact, after a few days, she discovered that Matt had blocked her on all social networks and on his cell phone. Attempts to visit him were also frustrated, the lock was changed and both Froggy and Karen were forbidden from letting her into the office. Y/N was no longer welcome.

Their friends noticed the change, however, no matter how much they asked and tried to understand Matt's reason for making such a decision... He just ignored it. All that was left was for them to split up, they knew there was a connection between the two of them, but if Matt didn't want it anymore, they needed to support Y/N.

What they failed to notice, even with her warning, was the speed at which the disease was taking over Matt. Y/N began to prepare for the worst, created a shock plan, she would face him and find out why she was removed at such a difficult time. However, life had its own way of playing with fate.

"Miss L/N? This is Metro-General Hospital, you are registered as Matthew Murdock's first emergency contact. He arrived unconscious and was taken to emergency surgery due to the advanced stage of hanahaki. Please, we request your presence here."

Maybe, if they had talked, if Matt had been honest about what he felt and Y/N were more obvious, things could have happened differently. Matt wouldn't have gotten sick, wouldn't have pushed himself to the limit, and gotten sick during work. He wouldn't have had to undergo surgery because his respiratory system had been compromised by lilies.

And Y/N wouldn't have gotten on the bike even with an anxiety attack, wouldn't have forgotten to tell her friends because she was nervous, would have paid more attention to the traffic and wouldn't have gotten into an accident. However, the possibility of things being different was almost zero. At some point, the disaster would happen. They both lost the opportunity that life had given them. And that's how everything changed definitively.

"Karen, who gave me that book?" Matt murmured, frowning thoughtfully.

Karen, who was packing one of the moving boxes, turned to see what exactly the other was talking about, her eyes widening automatically. She stood up quickly and went to her friend, taking the personalized book from the other's hand, the card written in braille 'To my favorite lawyer. From: Y/N L/N' previously stuck to the cover falling to the floor. "Hm, it was Y/N."

"That name is not strange to me." Matt tilted his head, Karen felt as if he was looking into her soul. "Did she fight with our group? I don't think it was a client, you speak of her fondly even though you try to keep me from hearing."

Karen stared at him for a moment in silence, her eyes shining with a sad look. "She's just not here anymore, Matt."

"From the way you talk, she seemed like a good person... I wish I could remember it too." Matt finally commented, a sad smile taking over his face, but he soon went back to taking the books out of the box and putting them on the shelf.

It was a lie to take the weight off his friends' shoulders, who seemed full of fears and fear of hurting him. A big lie. Because the memories were all full of Y/N. He remembered, even though he missed some details. The surgery was only to remove the disease and the seed that caused it. It didn't matter if he moved to another apartment, the work routine, and his friends tried to avoid talking about Y/N.

Matt lived with sweet memories mixed with melancholy, what could have been a maybe became a never. It was all his fault. Guilty for once again putting the obligation to help others above his own feelings. He took it for granted that she would always be by his side and that everything was fine with the way they acted towards each other. He wasted time making mistakes that he had made after meeting Elektra again and lost the chance to be honest by diving into the feeling of guilt. So when he felt a small twinge in his chest again and coughed with a taste of pollen... It was a comforting feeling.

Flowers Meaning:

lily: innocence, pure love.

striped carnation: regret, unrequited love.

purple hyacinth: sadness, forgiveness and regret.

white tulip: forgiveness.

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[littlebirdygirlywriting]

Hiii!!!! I got a fluffy thought for bbygurl Matt Murdock if your interested!

As someone who hoards a ton of blankets like a dragon with gold, I image she'd have to change some of them due to Matt's senses but that just means she gets to go on a shopping trip with her boyfriend for blankets of all things. It's a dream come true! Matt can hear the excitement in his girls voice as she's constantly asking him what textures he does like so she can bring some for him to pick and he's totally encouraging it with how happy she sounds. And once they get home, immediate cuddles with the new blankets to 'test them out' as Matt says.

Oh my gosh, yeasss!!! Fellow blanket hoarder here! 🥰 This is lowkey inspiring me for a fic, but until that happens, may I present:

She’s probably collected these blankets over many years. Birthdays, Christmas, an absolute STEAL at a Farmer’s Market.

As such, she probably has a lot of memories attached to them. (I can tell you exactly where I got each one of my blankets, from the Mexican-style picnic blanket in my vehicle down to the used-to-be-fluffy puppy blanket from my aunt for Christmas.)

She would be SO SAD to part with them, and I feel like Matt would actually understand that and try his hardest to tolerate them without a word of complaint.

But once she knows, she knows—and, of course, she wouldn’t want Matt to feel uncomfortable.

So, he catches her shoving them in a box one day, criss-cross on the floor, piles of neatly stacked blankets surrounding her.

“What are you doing, sweetheart?” “Boxing these blankets up.” “Why?”

He proceeds to sit on the floor next to her and tell her which textures he’s okay with and which ones offend his senses.

After it’s all said and done, the apartment looks emptier. She still has some of her original blanket supply, but it’s limited, and Matt places a kiss on her temple before coming up with the idea to shop for more together.

When he whispers this idea in her ear, her entire face lights up, and they grab a quick bite to eat before heading out.

At the store, there are SO MANY options! Colours, textures—even different smells!

She bounces on the balls of her feet before dragging Matt to the first display.

And that’s, essentially, how the rest of their day goes. Her stacking blankets in his arms after he’s given them his approval. Taking his hand (or wrist, once the blankets pile up) and leading him through the aisles. Smiling after every nod of approval and hopping up on her toes to kiss him over the stack.

It’s 100% his favourite shopping trip, ever.

When they arrive at the apartment, the hoard is instantly piled all over the couch.

Matt pulls her in by her waist and flops onto the collection, feeling as she giggles and burrows herself into the blankets as if they were a nest.

They turn on a movie (with her describing the actions on screen, because her descriptions are better and way more fun than the monotone voice of the “described video”) until they both eventually drift off to sleep.

When they wake up later, the blankets would be all over the floor and couch. But hey! At least it was a very comfortable sleep.

This was the fluffiest thought EVER!!! Thank you so much for sending it to my inbox! MWAH! 😘🫶🏻♥️♥️

[lovelybucky1]

matt is the worst at being an ex boyfriend. maybe you’re neighbors, maybe you work together, maybe you go to the same gym. whatever the case may be, you can’t stop from seeing each other, despite the relationship having ended.

you’re both mature adults so you smile through polite conversation whenever you see him. you banter back and forth, trading compliments that are too specific for a friendly interaction, and stand far too close together. its all too relationshippy for two people who broke up.

no matter how funny, charming, kind, or attractive matt is, he still was a bad boyfriend. every time you see him, you have to remind yourself that you broke up with him for a reason.

those reasons seem inconsequential when his hands are on you, he’s brushing your hair out of your face, and pressing his lips to yours. you forget all about his lies and all those nights spent sneaking around when his teeth sink into your neck and your nails into his back.

he says your name like a prayer, like a promise of a good life if you just gave him another chance. maybe you don’t have enough willpower to resist him, but you know getting back together with him will ruin you.

[ddejavvu]

sooo mei I was reading through your matt murdock ml and stumbled across the mafia one and pleaseee that is so cute, would you ever expand on that au? like maybe r’s flat is broken into and before she can even go to the cops there’s a bunch of matt’s guys there like don’t worry we’ve got it handled and she’s just ???

mafia!matt is the last thing i thought i'd be writing in the year 2024 but i can work with what you gave me <3

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You're not sure whether you'd consider yourself lucky for escaping the bank unscathed, or unlucky for having been in the bank during an active shooting in the first place. Either way, the entire ordeal leaves you unsettled for weeks. You're bordering on agoraphobic, but food is a must, so you set out to brave the streets of Hell's Kitchen in search of something quick and dirty.

Upon your return, you know you're unlucky. You'd locked the door when you'd left, but evidently that doesn't stop someone who's desperate enough to break into a place that's barely up to code. You stare into the gaping, dark recess of your burgled apartment, noting that several electronics and appliances are out of place, but none of them appear to be missing. Your television is cracked, but you suppose your computer will be a suitable replacement until you can manage to afford a new screen.

You back away from the door just in case there's still someone inside; you're not stupid enough to investigate for yourself. However, the moment you step back, you ram into someone behind you, and your mottled nerves make you nearly shoot out of your skin.

All you can manage is a muffled, 'mmf!' when a hand clamps itself over your mouth, but the voice accompanying the hand is quick to assure you, "Easy, tuts, we're not gonna make it worse. We're with- uh, the cops. Okay? We got a call from the neighbors, 'said they heard someone breakin' in. We've got it handled, alright? Just relax. You can head back inside, that creep is long gone. We'll have someone stand guard outside, got it?"

You're only let go of when your captor deems you calm, but your heart is still racing in your chest when you turn to face him. He doesn't look anything like a police officer, but he does look menacing. He shows you a badge and I.D, and they look authentic enough for your arrythmia to settle.

"Go on," He ushers you towards the door, "Get in there, we'll take care of it from here."

You adjust your grip on your plastic bag of frozen meals, passing a couple other men that are now posted at the front door of your apartment. Each attempts a kind smile at you, and you're glad to shut the door on them once you get inside.

There's a man on your couch.

You don't notice until you flick the light switch on, but he's sitting there, clad in a suit and sunglasses. You shriek, and briefly consider whether or not your frozen ravioli could be used as a suitable projectile.

"Relax," The man stands, an easy smile on his face, one that drips with sympathy, "I'm Matt. I'm here to stand guard."

"Why were you sitting in the dark?!" You demand, now doubting the validity of the police badge you'd seen earlier, regretting the decision to trust these less-than-official men.

"It doesn't matter to me whether it's light or dark," He chuckles, and your face flushes momentarily when you realize what his sunglasses are for.

"Oh. Well- well you're not doing a very good job of making me relax, Matt. I feel like I'm more in danger of you than I am of someone else breaking into my house."

The man's smile is gentle, but not weak, "Sorry. Just go about your business, okay Y/N? We'll replace your damaged property and be out of your hair as soon as we can eliminate the threat.”

"Eliminate...?" You echo cautiously, "How long does that take?"

"Depends. A day. A week. Months, maybe. But this is all for your precaution, Y/N," He stands, making his way over to you and carefully feeling out the broken glass on the floor with the toe of his shoe. He places a hand on your shoulder, "Just trust me, I'm here to help. None of this will ever happen to you again- not on my watch."

[inkdrinkerworld]

Matt Murdock is the type of boyfriend who’s very stern, but not in the typical sense.

Sure he’s got an opinion, but he knows how to work his tone so you don’t feel backed into a corner.

Like when you’re up late, reading and you strut to the kitchen for another cup of coffee and another chocolate but Matt knows, he knows what happens. You won’t sleep because of the caffeine and sugar, so he intervenes.

“Sweetheart, how about a hot chocolate instead?” It’ll satisfy both your cravings, a warm drink, and something sweet, but will eliminate the caffeine and give you both a chance to sleep tonight.

“But Matty, that new coffee tastes delicious. Just one more cup?”

He shakes his head, stretching till his joints crack and then he stands from the dining table. He’d been going over some files for his and Foggy’s latest case.

“I’m sorry darling,” Matt comes up behind you, hands in your hips as he presses his lips to your shoulder. “We both know you won’t sleep if that happens. Let’s do the hot chocolate, baby.”

He’s a sneaky bastard. His lips coast your shoulders as he speaks, his sweet touches on your hips, and his rarely used ‘baby’.

Matt is a master at you, if he says so himself.

“Okay,” you sigh, but it’s all wistful and lovely. “But I’m having my biscuits.”

Matt laughs, “Oh, I could never deny you, sweetheart.”

[freelancearsonist]

❛ say you want me, and i’m yours. ❜ with Matt this time?

eeee matthew my love 🥺 thank you for sending this in sorry it took a little while 💕

warnings: fem!reader, matt is enough of a warning himself, actually surprisingly clean i was just in a fluffy mood today

It’s fucking hard, being totally head-over-heels in love with your boss. But you make due.

After all, what else can you do? You need this job to make ends meet, and you know no other employers would treat you as well as Matt and Foggy do. The whole having-a-huge-and-basically-unbearable-crush-on-your-boss thing? It’s manageable in light of all that.

Besides, it’s not exactly his fault. Sure, sometimes it seems like he’s flirting. And sure, he’s so handsome it physically hurts. But he’s never made a move, and he’s never really done anything that couldn’t be considered normal in light of how he interacts with everyone else.

But god, do you want him to be flirting with you. You want every little brush and touch to be purposeful, not just some accident or him trying to keep his balance. You want him to want you.

So yeah, work is a little difficult, to say the least.

The hardest part is that sometimes, it seems like he’s doing it on purpose. That’s he’s testing you, seeing how far he can push you before you snap and make the move that you’re unaware he’s been wanting to make for ages.

Well, two can certainly play that game.

It becomes a heated battle, full of tension and longing. Everyone else in the office seems to be aware of it, yet the two of you are oblivious to the others’ feelings.

And it goes on for months.

Foggy and Karen are just about to smack you both upside the head when Matt finally decides to give up the pretense of being a respectful boss.

It starts because he “accidentally” overhears a conversation in the break room.

“Why don’t you just make a move,” Karen asks you. “It’s clear he’s head over heels for you.”

“I wish it was that simple,” you tell her. “He’s my boss, Karen. If I knew for sure it wasn’t just friendly flirtation, maybe. But I don’t want to make a move without knowing he’s actually interested in something serious. I love working here, I don’t want to put my career in jeopardy.”

“Trust me, he’s into you.” Karen uses a pointed tone that goes right over your head but is painfully obvious to Matt. She’s totally aware that he can hear the conversation from the confines of his office, after all, and you aren’t. This statement is more for his ears than yours. “Maybe he’ll smarten up and make the first move.”

The tone of your voice as you laugh a little dryly and say, “a girl can dream,” is exactly what convinces him to take the plunge.

It’s carefully thought out. And by that, I mean he thinks about what he’s going to do for days and has a plan in mind and then the second he tries to put it into action, his mind completely blanks and he’s suddenly flying by the seat of his pants.

He corners you in the break room while Foggy and Karen are out on assignment, quiet for a solid few seconds to the point that it makes you nervous. He’s towering over you and he almost looks angry—did you do something wrong? Are you about to get fired?

“I think this has gone far enough,” he tells you, voice dark and raspy.

“W-what?” It comes out as more of a squeak than an actual question, and you hate yourself for getting so easily flustered.

“You know exactly what.” He takes a step closer, loosens his tie a little bit, and suddenly you’re not so worried that you’re about to be fired. It’s hard to believe this is him making a move, though—after how long the back and forth has gone on, you don’t want to get your hopes up that this is about to become something more.

“Matt…”

“If you don’t want this, just tell me right now and we’ll forget it,” he whispers, close enough that you feel his warm, minty breath against your neck. “But say you want me, and I’m yours.”

You have to refrain from pinching yourself, because this is every good dream you’ve had for months. It doesn’t feel real. You’re not this lucky.

You put your hand against his chest, feel the warm and hard muscle underneath his silky button-up shirt, and suddenly this is real. You’re within kissing distance of the man you’ve wanted to kiss more than anyone else in your life.

He takes the touch as a cue, leans down and rests his forehead against yours so you can feel just the barest whisper of breath against your lips. It’s as if he moves in slow motion, giving you ample time to pull away if you don’t want this.

But you do, more than anything. So you take the initiative and pull him in by the collar; kiss him with all the desperation that’s been building over the past few months. Nothing has ever felt so right.

You’re not even embarrassed when Foggy bursts in mid-kiss and screams “FINALLY!!” You just smile against Matt’s lips, and you can feel his own smile as his hands on your waist pull you in closer.

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

heyy! im so happy you opened your requests, i was waiting for that 🙈 can u pleeease write some matty smut? whatever plot u want, just do your magic i looove him in your words, and also i already read all in your masterlist lol

thats it, sooo happy ur back, love your blog sooo much 💐💐

hii lovely!! omg you’re so so sweet!!?? you’re such a doll, thank you so much☹️ thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

DAREDEVIL VS MATT MURDOCK.

matt murdock x fem!reader — smut

word count. 292 sorry it’s small

warnings. 18+ only! sexually explicit content minors dni.

thinking about the difference of being intimate with daredevil vs with matt

when matt is in the mind and body of daredevil, sex is an exchange. an almost soul-less trade - transaction. he's often far too consumed by his adrenaline rush from the hours of his nightly patrols to even consider your wants. the only clear, comprehensive thought in his mind being the imminent need for his release. 

his needs selfishly pushed ahead without the consideration of yours. just him ruthlessly bullying his cock into you from behind, his pace almost relentless. never once letting you catch your breath as his hips erratically smash up against your ass. ignoring your spluttered, broken cries into the mattress.

he wants to feel in control. like he's finally in charge again after a night of being pushed and shoved and beaten - he needs that control. 

and you'd be lying there, like his obedient little love, allowing him to release all frustrations.

but sex with matt murdock is anything but. he's everything he's not when he's in the suit. he's considerate, loving - careful. he asks if it feels good, not because it's something he wants to hear for his own selfish gain, but instead to check you're okay. the questions he asks are often the same he asks you when he's in the suit, only now they hold different intentions. 

with daredevil, it's about him, but not when it's with matt. he takes the time to ensure your pleasure, to make sure you feel good - all of his own needs kindly pushed aside. 

the roll of his hips slow and steady with him hovering atop of you - every thrust made with thought and care. his hands in your hair, lips on your neck, all of it that much more intimate than his suited counterpart. 

had this in a doc for a while and had no use for it until now. istg if the tags mess up again, I will lose it 😁