#matthew murderdock

[buzzkillgirls]

we (matthew murderdock fans) as a community (the collective total of three people on the internet) should establish a name for gwen and matt's PLATONIC (YOU WEIRDOS) dynamic. we have murderfoggy already i want something shorter than World's Worst Evil Internship. thoughts?

[ellieswr1d]

mathew michael murdock pictures

[www-zoloft-com]

it's the Catholic guilt, Foggy, there's no stopping it.

[cellophaine]

Shy

Kinktober Masterlist

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Warnings: Abs riding – a hint of sub/dom dynamic, sweet talk, praise kink, cum eating.

Author's Note: I finally got around to writing this prompt that was on my list for forever! I just want to go 😖👹 on his delicious yummy abs holy crap somebody take the wheel 😵‍💫

*Everything in italic is flashback*

GIF made by me.

You knew how it went. It always started out innocent until one of you wanted something from the other. 

… damn him and his abs. 

Matt was shirtless, reclining on the spacious couch with you lying on his side, your head on his chest. He was laughing at a joke on the TV, but you couldn't register what was on since you had tuned it out a while ago, ever since you placed your hand on his midriffs. You leisurely caressed the dibs and ridges, feeling the smooth skin with little bumps of tiny scars. Your legs squeezed together to relieve the tension of something that was missing. You squirmed a little in your position; your mind wandered far away from the cozy living room, wondering if you could make yourself come on his–

"What are you thinking about?"

You blinked, lifting your head to look at him. His unsighted gaze had turned to where you were, a small grin on his lips that softened his face with all the faint wrinkles. 

"You seem distracted, and you're squirming a lot."

You put your hand on his chest, moving it in a soothing pattern to ease his concern.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to distract you. You can go back to–"

"No no, you can tell me. What's wrong?"

His hand gently squeezed at your side, imploring you to be honest with him.

"Nothing's wrong. I just … I wonder if– you know what? It's really stupid."

You tried to sit up, but his hand stopped you. Instead, Matt pulled you closer so you would sprawl on top of his sturdy frame; his other hand gripped your chin to keep you facing him, making it impossible to hide.

"Tell me."

You took a deep breath, knowing there was no point in delaying the inevitable.

"I want to … ride your … abs."

Matt didn't say anything for a moment, and you felt your stomach drop in anxiety over a stupid proposal.

"Never mind I said anything. It's–"

"I'm surprised you didn't ask me sooner, sweetheart."

The smirk on his face was sinful, and you knew you were in for a day spent in bed with him. Or on the couch. Either way, you wouldn't mind.

And now, here you were, moving on top of him fervently like there was a fire you couldn't put out. Your arousal painted a sheer coat of translucent essence on his abdominals. You moved back and forth, swivelling your hips, revelling in the effortless glides of your wet folds on his smooth skin with all the pronounced definition underneath. It tied a knot in your lower belly in a foreign style, and you eagerly worked yourself up to unravel it. His hands grabbed at either side of your thighs, helping you move with ease. The grasp wasn't painful but tight like a pair of shackles, anchoring you to his heavenly body. Matt was laid back, completely in control, while you lost your mind over the strange feeling, your head thrown back with needy moans spilling out of your mouth. You repositioned yourself to move your hips just right, making your clit rub on the dibs and rise. The repeated friction drew more arousal from your core, leaking juice all over his muscles with your frantic movement. That fresh wave of pleasure hit you, causing your face to burn with the embarrassment of doing something so filthy. So debauchery. Your hips slowed as you held back your moans, and your head dipped slightly in self-consciousness. Matt's hand came up and searched for your face. He gripped your chin, pulling at your bottom lip so it would relax. 

"Don't get shy on me now, sweetheart. Get what you want from me."

As if he could sense your hesitation still, he persisted.

"Don't think about it too much. Stay with me. Can you do that for me?"

You shyly nodded, which earned you an approving smile from him. You resumed the motion, working yourself up again. Matt's hand slipped underneath your sweatshirt, covering one breast and kneading with his calloused palm. The rhythm of your breathing became short and heavy, unsteady with each glide of your sensitive bundle of nerves on his abs. His fingers teased your nipple, playing with the aching nub. You whimpered, feeling overwhelmed with your senses being toyed with under his influence.

"That's it. That's my good girl."

His praise went to your head, sending a pleasant wave of bliss to your core, encouraging you to chase that high. You moaned wantonly as Matt tweaked your nipple; his hand on your ass pulled you towards the definition of his abs, magnifying the sensation. Hearing you let yourself go seemed to affect Matt too. His chest and neck were flushed, and his lips parted as he took a deep breath, taking in the scent of your arousal. His cock was so hard it ached, creating a tent in the sweatpants he wore. You moved faster on top of him, and you were close; Matt could feel it. Upon your desperate whines, he flexed his abs; his hands helped you move faster and faster. The dam broke, and you came undone with a choked cry, your hands braced on his chest to hold yourself up. You caught your breath, his hand tenderly stroking at your hips, coaxing you down from the orgasm. Your eyes fluttered, feeling hazy from the exertion. But they snapped wide open when you saw Matt gathering the wetness on his stomach and bringing the fluid to his lips. You watched as he sucked on his fingers, moaning at the taste. Even after what you just did, you still couldn't help but blush. 

Matt pulled you down with him, unabashedly searching for your lips with his own. You could taste yourself on him, and you shivered at how it turned you on. When you parted to pull air into your lungs, Matt whispered against your lips, a mischievous glint hidden in his tone. 

"We should do that more often."

You felt your face heat up and couldn't help the giggle that escaped at the suggestion. You buried your face in Matt's chest, closing your eyes as you felt the rise and fall of his ribcage and the beat of his heart underneath your cheek, steady as ever, grounding you.

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[geminijade]

May Your Glass Be Ever Full. May the Roof Over Your Head Be Always Strong. And May You Be in Heaven an Half an Hour Before the Devil Knows that You're Dead. 🍀💚🍀💚

[scringee]

Your worst sin is that you've destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.

[whoreofdilfs]

"are you ok?"

no i want matthew murdock to cuddle with me and kiss me on the forehead and tell me that everything's going to be fine. I need him like i need oxygen to breathe.

[m0chaminx]

Kinktober Day Eight | "Can't Wait"

*•.¸♡Kinktober Prompt : Against The Wall

*•.¸♡Prompt : None

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : porn with slight plot, cute matt, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), bad writing (its 4 in the morning while i write this)

*•.¸♡Paring : Matt Murdock x F!reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : Matt comes home from work frustrated, and you're his remedy

*•.¸♡words : 627

Matt pressed you against the wall, his hands already moving under your shirt. "Matt," you gasped, your hands running across his chest. Matt moved down to kiss your neck, his hands squeezing your skin.

Matt tugged at your shirt, pausing to rest his head on your shoulder.

"Is this okay?" Matt asked, pressing small kisses across your shoulder.

"Yes, please," You nodded, bringing his face back up to kiss you. "Just surprised me. I just thought something was wrong. You haven't even taken your jacket off yet."

Matt chuckled softly, his hands leaving you to remove his jacket. "Just couldn't wait," Matt hummed. You smiled and brought him back, kissing him harshly. Matt lifted your shirt, pulling it off and tossing it away. You slipped Matt's tie off and started to unbutton his shirt as he reached for the zipper on your shorts.

Matt reeled back and shrugged his shirt off and you stepped out of your shorts. Matt ran his fingertips across your skin, feeling the goosebumps at the touch. He slipped his fingers below the waistband of your underwear, dragging his fingers down until he reached your clit.

"Matt," you breathed, your hands gripping his forearm. Matt hushed you with a kiss and she circled your sensitive nub. Matt pulled away and knelt down and dragged your panties down your legs. Matt pressed a kiss to your thing before moving closer.

You felt the heat rise in you and Matt started to suck on your clit, swirling his tongue in circles. Your hips moved forward against his mouth, Matt's tongue lashing in circles over your clit and making you squirm with pleasure. Matt pulled away for a moment, rubbing his thumb over your nub. "Feel good love?" Matt asked softly.

You nodded quickly and tugged at his hair. "Please Matt, need you inside me," You whined, your head rolling back and hitting the wall behind you. Matt stood up, pulling his pants and boxers down while he kissed you again. "Jump," He mumbled against your lips, his hands dragging over your thighs. You jumped into Matt's arms, and he locked you in place between the wall and his body.

Matt dragged his hard cock up your slit, grinding against your pussy. "Matt-" He quickly pushed a cock inside you and gasped as he filled you. Matt braced his hand against the wall, his head dropping into your neck.

He pulled out, feeling your pussy clench around his cock and he moaned softly. Matt slammed back inside you again and you inhaled sharply and bit your bottom lip, the sensations coursing through you again.

You dug your fingers into his shoulders, moaning as his cock slammed deep inside you, feeling every inch of Matt's cock. "Matt!" Matt bit your neck lightly, trying to conceal his moans and groans. You gripped the back of his neck tightly as he pushed himself into you once more, feeling his cock deep inside you, dragging against your sweet spot. "Fuck, Matt, I'm coming! Oh god…" Matt pushed deeper inside you, his cock snapping against your sweet spot with each thrust.

"I'm close," Matt moaned lightly, removing his head from your neck to rest against your forehead.

"Cum inside me, please," You whined, your hands fisting his hair. You moaned loudly as his cock filled you, taking all of Matt's cum inside you, sending you over the edge. You screamed as Matt kept pounding into you, your pussy clenching on Matt's cock as he fucked you both through your orgasms. "Matt, Oh god." Matt pressed kisses to your cheek as slowed down.

"Bedroom," You demanded through a pant.

"Still needy?" Matt teased.

Matt's arms encased you, pulling you from the wall, "Oh, no way."

"I can put my clothes back on," You bit back.

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[usaigi]

Part of the AU where Ziwe exists in the marvel universe and interviews superheroes

[constantlywriting1]

Good Friends (Matt Murdock x F! Reader)

Summary: You give Matt a surprise visit at the Nelson&Murdock Lawfirm and he can't control himself at the thought of being with you again.

Warnings: Smut (18+ minors dni), fingering, and unprotected sex

Word Count: 2471

Matt sat in his office with a diligent tilt in his brows. He had been working on collecting some evidence for the same case for about 72 hours now, and the constant chatter from Foggy and Karen was not helping. He tried to zone in on his brail files but it was no use. The smell of Chinese food had entered his senses and the idea of finally eating something besides saltine crackers and lukewarm coffee made his stomach growl. He put down the files and listened happily as Foggy shouted over to him. 

“Foods here.” 

Matt was at the small table they used for group lunch breaks in a matter of seconds. He smiled wider as the smell of General Xao’s chicken filled his nostrils. 

“How’s the investigation going?” Karen teased, adding a mocking tone to make it obvious that she thought Matt was overworking himself. 

“You think it’s funny, but trust me on this one. I could flip this case upside down.” He replied, only half serious. 

Foggy waved his hand wildly in the air, between Matt and Karen as the three of them sat down with their meals. “No business during our lunch break.” His voice was muffled by the spring roll he had already shoved in his mouth. 

Matt and Karen laughed before digging into their rice and lo mein. The table was quiet for a while as the group ate their meals, but the silence didn’t last long as Foggy began to talk about an indie rock band whose music he had recently stumbled across online. He told his friends about the strange lyrics they wrote, but how he somehow enjoyed the music. This story made Karen laugh loudly, making Matt smile softly while chewing his food. Their breaks usually went like this, but today something felt slightly different to Matt. 

He could smell something familiar in the air. A mixture of sea salt and a familiar skin. He practically choked on a piece of chicken when he heard your footsteps. A familiar rhythm pacing toward the office. It couldn’t be you, there was absolutely no way you were in Hell’s Kitchen, He thought to himself. 

But you were in Hell’s Kitchen, and you were on your way to visit the famous Nelson&Murdock Lawfirm to see your two closest friends from college. It had been a while since you saw Foggy and Matt. After graduating from Columbia you moved to California searching for more high-profile clientele. You were able to make small trips to New York for the first couple of years but eventually, you and your old friends were too busy to make cross country visits for anything other than business. Luckily one of your clients was involved in a case in the city and wouldn’t accept anyone but you as their lawyer, giving you the perfect excuse to finally visit Matt. 

You walked through the front doors of the office and watched as everyone’s heads turned in your direction. Matt could hear the tight fabric of your skirt rubbing against your skin. 

“I’m looking for Nelson and Murdock.” you teased. 

Foggy practically jumped out of his chair. “What are you doing here.” He smiled before giving you a tight hug. 

“I was in the area.” You said very nonchalantly. 

The sound of your voice sent shivers down Matt’s spine. It had been far too long since he heard you so clearly. He didn’t enjoy the version of your voice that often sounded glitched and broken up over his cell phone. He missed hearing you take in a breath between stretched-out sentences and the melody that always seemed to accompany your tone. Now you were in front of him and he could actually sense you nearby. Your smell and the sound of your fluttering heart deep within your chest. 

Slowly, Matt stood up from his chair and made his way up to you. 

“You look great,” he said with a smirk. 

You couldn’t help but laugh at the humor you had once enjoyed so much. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his arms met your waist and suddenly your feet were off the ground. He spun you in a small circle causing both of you to giggle like children. 

“They were really good friends in college.” Foggy whispered to Karen, who seemed extremely confused. 

When Matt finally put you down you were both out of breath from the laughing and spinning. “This is Karen, she works with me and Foggy.” He said between breaths. 

You finally looked over at Karen who almost seemed disgusted at the open display of affection. “It’s nice to meet you, Karen, I’m sorry for the interruption this is the only place I knew I could find them.”

Karen nodded politely before putting her hand out to be shaken. “It’s nice to meet you too.” She mumbled. You quickly took her hand in yours and shook it warmly. 

Matt could tell the smile on your face was now being forced in place by a series of muscles. He could hear your heart pick up speed and the clenching of your jaw. You were jealous of Karen, or at the least angry with her presence. It made him snicker to himself. 

As time went on and introductions passed Foggy took Karen back to the break room, allowing you and Matt to sneak over to his office for a private conversation. You watched as the blind man closed his door behind the two of you. 

“This is unexpected,” he said with that smirk you found far too hard to forget. 

“I like surprises, plus I haven’t heard from you in a while. I needed to make sure you didn’t forget about me.” You replied. 

You were both sitting now, Matt behind his desk and you on the other side, staring down the man you once thought you couldn’t live a day without. 

“How could I forget about you?” He questioned, almost sounding genuine. 

You rolled your eyes before getting out of your seat and walking a few steps toward the office window, which faced directly toward the break room. “I should’ve known you had a thing for blondes.” you grimaced. 

Matt couldn’t help but laugh at your blatant jealousy. “It’s not like that between us.” He tried to reassure you. 

“Oh really? Because I bet she’s asking Foggy what he thinks we’re talking about right now.” You said, instantly coming up with a mischievous plan. 

“That doesn’t matter-” Matt started, but he immediately cut himself off when he heard you close the blinds to his office. “Why did you do that?” He sighed. 

“I gave her something to talk about.” You snickered devilishly. 

“You’ve always been a trouble maker.” He leaned back in his chair and listened as you made your way to his side of the desk and leaned patiently on the wooden fixture across from him. 

“I missed you.” You practically whispered. Matt used to love it when you made your voice sound like that. That tone was always accompanied by a growing wetness between your thighs, and he wondered if there was any difference between then and now. 

“Did you really?” he replied smugly before placing a hand on your knee. 

You let your eyes travel down to Matt’s crotch, immediately noticing the growing bulge underneath his trousers. Without hesitation you placed your hand over his, pulling it further and further between your legs until it was lost under your skirt. 

Matt felt himself completely harden as his thumb brushed over the damp fabric of your underwear. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” He sounded breathless. 

“Okay,” you said plainly before taking your hand away from his, but Matt didn’t move. He could feel the eager smile that planted itself on your lips as he tried hard to stop himself from bending you over the table. 

“You’re terrible.” He said hungrily. 

You lightly grabbed his tie, pulling him up so that the two of you stood face to face. You felt his thumb begin to trace light circles around your folds as you looked down at his lips. 

“I know,” you replied in the whisper he enjoyed so deeply. 

Matt’s reaction was visceral. He pressed his lips against yours, forcing you onto your back as he pushed your skirt up to your waist. You couldn’t help but smile as he placed his right hand lightly over your throat and let his left hand pull your panties down to your ankles. Slowly he separated your lips and whispered lowly into your ear. 

“Open your mouth.” 

You did as you were told and let out a soft moan as he slipped two of his fingers into your mouth. You covered them in your saliva and sucked them lightly as if they were his cock. He let out a few shuddered breaths before taking his fingers completely out of your mouth and bringing them down to your soaking wet folds. 

Slowly he slid his fingers into you and listened as you let out a quiet moan. As he picked up speed and tightened his grip around your neck the moans became louder, until he was sure that if he continued on, Foggy would be unable to come up with more excuses for the two of you. He took his hand off of your throat and placed it firmly over your mouth. This turned you on even more and suddenly he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. 

You forced yourself to sit up, noticing the absence of his digits and trying to figure out what he had done. It didn’t take long for you to get the hint as he unzipped his pants to reveal his, already glistening, cock. Your mouth immediately began to water as you imagined your lips wrapped around him. 

“Get on your back.” He demanded, and you did so willingly. That wasn’t even the correct term for it. You were beyond willing, excited even,  to have Matt inside of you again. Off the record, it was the reason you came back to New York. Your time in California had made one thing painfully clear, nobody could fuck you like Matt Murdock. 

You felt his tip travel up and down your lips before he smoothly fit his entire member inside of you. You took in a quick gasp arching your back and nearly forcing your head off the other end of the desk. When you straightened yourself out you could now see Matt on top of you. His tie dangling over you as he let you adjust to his size. 

“You have to be quiet, okay?” His voice was painfully low and it took everything inside of you not to cum that very second. 

You managed to give him a quick nod before pulling him down to your level and giving him a sloppy kiss. He gladly reciprocated, letting his tongue roll over yours as your lips smacked together. Suddenly you couldn’t bring yourself to keep up the kissing, as Matt started to thrust himself into you, causing ripples of pleasure to pulse throughout your body. You wanted to scream out his name but the thought of being interrupted stopped you from producing anything but a whimper. 

You dug your nails so deep into his white dress shirt you were afraid it would rip under your fingers. Matt let himself groan softly into the crook of your neck as he continued filling every inch of your insides. You loved the feeling of him and it was clear to you now that Matt had missed it as much as you. 

Suddenly you came up with another devious plan. You decided to push your luck and see how far you could make Matt go before you both reached your release. “You got soft while I was gone?” You asked, trying hard to stay composed. 

Matt was too caught up in the feeling of you to fully register what you meant. You watched as he lifted his head so that it was directly above yours. “What?” he questioned, his brain fogged with lust and his senses completely overstimulated. 

“You used to fuck me harder.” You replied with an absolutely devilish grin. 

Matt immediately knew what you were getting at. He put both of his hands at your hips and began to buck into you wildly. You quickly grabbed onto the back of the desk as his force pushed your head over the edge, giving you a perfect view of the door. You couldn’t help the sounds that escaped your lips as he seemed to get deeper and deeper with every move he made. Just as you were about to burst Matt stopped abruptly before a soft knock sounded off on the other side of the door. 

“Hey Matt, lunch break’s almost over,” Foggy announced. 

“Okay, I’ll be out in a minute.” He replied, still deep inside of you. 

You looked up at Matt who was clearly listening intently for the sound of Foggy walking away. Once he deemed his partner was far enough he got right back to work, continuously hitting your sweet spot until finally, you screamed out as you unraveled beneath him. And with nowhere for him to go he came quickly after, coating your walls with his warmth. 

Slowly you caught your breath and managed to hoist yourself up and over the edge of the desk. Matt was smiling uncontrollably. You watched as he wiped the sweat off of his brow before pulling his pants back up. 

“I think they may have heard me.” you giggled. Matt could only laugh at your feigned innocence as he listened to you pull back on your underwear and soak them in a mixture of his and your juices. 

“How long are you staying for?” He panted. 

“I have a trial in the city so I’ll probably be here for a while, or at least I’ll be back and forth more often.” You replied while attempting to flatten your hair in the reflection of the office window. 

“So… do you think we could meet up again, maybe for dinner?” He was walking toward you now and by the time you turned around, he was mear inches away from you. 

“Sure, but definitely not here, your co-workers are gonna hate me.” You chuckled, adjusting your skirt so that it was placed nicely back down at your hips. 

“Agreed.” He chuckled and gave you a light peck. 

You smiled against his lips before opening the door and making your way out of the office. 

Foggy watched you leave and slowly turned back toward Karen, who he knew was staring. “Yeah, they were really good friends.” He mumbled, feeling embarrassed to be associated with two of his college friends who clearly just fucked in the other room. 

“I’m sure they are,” Karen replied with an uncomfortable smile.

[skipper19]

Imagine this..

Matthew Murdock has always been such a close friend of yours, and only recently have you both begun dating. It wasn't a spontaneous decision or one made from desperation. Both of you truly love one another. You have just been dancing around the matter for far too long. The teasing you received from Foggy was relentless..

Despite knowing Matt's "night job" and the incredibly enhanced senses that he has, you were adamant that he didn't know what you truly looked like. Not only your face, but your body. Matt could sense your heart beating too fast, an ankle that is swelling, footsteps from downstairs, yet you were positive that he didn't know you were on the chubbier scale. You two haven't been an official couple for too long, and so not many intimate moments have happened.

Tonight, though, everything came crashing down around you. The damn broke, and water flooded the land so violently that these salty tears had you bent grasping your stomach.

You had gone out with Matt and his team. Everything was going so well. You even won a game of pull against some guy who claimed he was the best. All of this came to a halt when you overheard a group of ladies nearby talking about you. Each one had something to say. You were too short, your clothes didn't match, your fashion was ugly, Matt would be better with one of them, you were just too fat to be his girlfriend. You had tears welling up in your eyes, and you held back a sob as you excused yourself from everyone else. Matt noticed your shallow breaths and quickened pulse, but you ran away before he could say a word.

Matt shot a glare in the direction of the women, despite having his glasses on. Matt heard every word they said. Of course he did. He wasn't that drunk. Matt gave Foggy his pool stick and rushed after you. Matt followed your path that led him to the backdoor, where he could hear your sobs through the door. He quickly exited the building via the door and stepped into the alleyway. As he approached you, the smell of cortisol poured from you. Matt was reluctant to hold you in case that would be crossing a barrier at the moment, but it was getting really damn hard to just stand and do nothing as you sob.

Luckily, he didn't have to wait long. You practically threw yourself into his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck as you cried into his eck. Matt didn't hesitate to hold you close and soothingly caress your back and hair. When your crying finally came to a standstill, Matt asked the big question. "What happened?" He mumbled into your hair.

You immediately froze, clutching him close to your chest as you sniffed. "I'm not..as pretty as you think I am.." You whispered into his warm skin. It took Matt a moment to process what you had said, but once he did, he pulled away from you. The look on his face was stern and frustrated. "Who told you that you aren't pretty?" Matt asked. You only shook your head wiped your eyes.

"No one needs to tell me..mirror's exist." Matt only scoffed at this answer and shook his head in disbelief. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met." He bitterly chuckles. "Matt.. you don't know what I look like. That's the only reason why -" Your lip started to quiver once again. "Don't. Finish that sentence." Matt's voice was demanding, you immediately shut your mouth.

"I'm with you because you are a beautiful woman. You have such a bright laugh that makes me melt. Your humming lulls me to sleep every time you do it, not to mention this body that I get to feel against my own." He gently smirks as his hands wander up my shirt slightly. You swat at his hands yet can't help but grin from his words. "But what I really love is your personality." He says with a loving sigh.

You erupt into tears once again, yet this time, they are from happiness. Matt runs his hands up and down your body and explores your face. He kisses your cheeks and then your shoulders, leading to your fingertips. Matt may not be able to see,but he can feel and sense things. The love radiating off of you was simple enough to make Matt fall in love. Not to mention the way you feel under his palms. You're not the skinniest woman out there, but who gives a shit?

[ellieswr1d]

charlie cox bts of: daredevil born again

[www-zoloft-com]

i want matthew murdock and he wants everyone else.

[cellophaine]

i dont know if you listen to lana del rey but MATT MURDOCK AND SAD GIRL BY LANA DEL REY

i need a fic based on this like i have been listening to it non stop and i cant stop thinking on him so a matt murdock angst fic with fluff with a lil smut?

Sad Girl

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, angst, smut.

Author's Note: This fic is brought to you by delusion and denial. The song has a big influence, but I made a few tweaks. Italics are flashbacks.

To Anon: yes I do listen to Lana! Quite religiously 🫣 If you read through the fic names in my masterlist, you'll see some of Lana's song titles.

Share and feedback are welcomed!

GIF Credit

"Sooo … how's it going with the guy you're seeing?"

Over the rim of your cup, you cast your watchful eyes at your friend as you took a sip of your steamed drink. Mindy's inquisitive gaze bored into you, pawing and prodding at the film of protection you projected on the particular topic. You had expected her to ask about Matt since that was where you left off the last time you saw her three months ago, even though she was your closest friend. The way you left it wasn't positive in your friend's eyes, so this time, she was adamant about the two of you catching up. You couldn't hide from her anymore, even if you tried.

You bit into the side of your cheek before releasing it; your eyes briefly darted away from Mindy's face before answering.

"It's… good."

Mindy arched a brow at your drawn-out 'good', waiting patiently as she expected you to divulge.

"It's really good. Same old, you know?"

She nodded, her eyes slightly narrowed in a way that seldomly meant something good.

"Does that mean you're still stuck in the … grey area?"

You placed your drink down a little harsher than necessary, striking a sharp sound on the delicate saucer.

"I'm not 'stuck'. It's not even a grey area; it's black and white. I chose this."

She had struck a nerve, and you didn't want to admit that to yourself.

"So you chose to be in an ambiguous relationship with a man who doesn't seem to care that much about you? Who only hits you up when he needs someone to warm his bed?"

Your casual, friends-with-benefits relationship with Matt had gone on for well over eight months. At the very beginning, you both agreed on strictly no strings attached. He would come over, you would fuck, and at the end, he would leave. It started out as a once-in-a-while thing, then once a week, and now it had almost become a nightly basis. Your closet stored some of his comfy and formal clothes, your bathroom cabinet held his own hygiene items, and your pantry was stocked with his favourite teas. Matt had slept over so often that you felt like your place was his, too. Even your first aid kit got an upgrade as you equipped it with stuff you wouldn't need yourself so you could be more prepared for any injuries he might have. You knew Matt was Daredevil, knowing the danger he might face every night. It wasn't something he could hide from you. Not for as long as Matt tried to, anyway. After your discovery of Daredevil and Matt's acceptance of the fact that you knew, you started patching him up when his nights got rough, and he began to ask for your help more often. On those nights when his injuries weren't so grave, his fucking would get rougher as the extension of his waning wrath.

"No! You're wrong. It's not like that at all. He cares about me …."

You trailed off when the doubt crept in, making you unsure of yourself. Mindy caught on to your hesitation and gave you a concerned gaze. You couldn't help it, but you wanted to prove your friend wrong. After all, it only happened three weeks ago, and the memory was still fresh in your mind.

Your boss was in a particular mood that day. He scrapped the entirety of your careful research and made you go down the police station all the way in Brooklyn to obtain the paper documents yourself. You barely made it out of work and into a cab before eleven, slouching in the back seat as the toll of the day took over. Your feet ached from the heels, and your body was riddled with tension. You were so exhausted that once you came home, you headed straight for the shower to wash off the grime and sweat; the melody of your wind chime outside on the fire escape didn't even register in your ears. After the much-needed cleanse, you settled on the couch with greasy takeout and put on your show. You didn't even notice how the wind chime had gone quiet, turning into a gentle tune momentarily before three dull knocks on the window pane startled you.

Your attention turned to the window, recognizing the silhouette outside. You only realized then that you had forgotten to take the wind chime in – the form of communication you used to signal that you were waiting for him. The melody had almost become a permanent fixture on your fire escape. You hurried to the window and ushered Matt in.

"Sorry, I totally forgot that you were coming."

You felt guilty of your own forgetfulness for giving him a false signal, but a small part of you didn't. You wanted him to stay, but you couldn't bring yourself to ask him to. It felt like a violation of your agreement. And yet, you desperately did not want to be alone that night. All the turmoil in your head quickly evaporated as Matt closed the distance, discarding his mask before he reached you and pulled you in by your waist. He planted a hungry kiss on your lips, slowly smouldering to a lingering touch. You would be lying if you said his impatience didn't turn you on. You pulled away from him, feeling embarrassed when you remembered the chow mein you had, but Matt didn't seem to mind.

"What was that for?"

Your eyes drank in the messed up hair, the glossy unsighted eyes focused a lower point on your face, and the easy smile tugged at a corner of his plump, just-kissed lips. Everything added to the boyish charm you had come to love.

"It's been a while since I last saw you. I missed you."

His confession and the way he said it with a soft smirk made you melt. Matt wasn't one for sentimental statements, but when he was in the mood for it, he always knew how to make you weak in the knees. No matter how true the admission was, he knew you knew that this was no more than a casual arrangement. Crossing the boundaries was something of a figment.

"It's only been three days."

"I know. And I still missed you all the same."

He stepped even closer, slotting one leg between your open stance before slanting his lips over yours. You couldn't help but lean into the kiss and moan; your body arched into his embrace out of second nature. His soft lips found the pulse on your neck and sucked, marking the smooth skin there as if he deemed that it was missing his mark. His hands started pulling on your clothes, making your mind run wild with the possibilities of the night. But your muscles' cry for rest was louder. For the second time that night, you gingerly pulled away from his warm embrace, and the crestfallen look on his face once you had distanced yourself almost made you regret it.

"Is something wrong?"

He asked gently. None of the whining and all of the genuine concern. You sighed, running your hands over your face.

"It's not you. It's me. I had a pretty … shitty day at work, and I … I don't feel like doing this right now."

You quickly added.

"I hope that's okay."

His immediate response untied the knot in your belly.

"Of course it's okay. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. You know that, right?"

You lowered your gaze to the ground; your voice was small and quiet.

"I do, I just don't want to disappoint you, that's all."

Matt placed a hand under your chin, lifting your face so you could look at him.

"You could never disappoint me, no matter what."

You clasped a hand around the wrist that was hovering over your collarbone. With all the courage you could muster, you begrudgingly gave voice to the inescapable outcome of the night.

"Well, I guess I'll… see you later?"

His brows furrowed as if you were speaking a language he didn't know.

"What do you mean? You're not getting rid of me that easily."

In a fell swoop, Matt picked you up. He walked to the couch, gently laid you down on the plush surface and told you to stay still. You watched with wide eyes as he disappeared into your bathroom. You heard the water running, then shutting off, and Matt appeared only to vanish into your bedroom. You peeked over the couch as you heard him rummaging around what sounded like your bedside table, helping himself to its content. Eventually, he left the bedroom with your body oil mist. You braced yourself on your elbows, apprehensive and confused, when Matt asked you to remove your sweats.

"I'm just going to give you a massage. No funny business, I promise."

He urged you to lay back as he carefully folded your clothes and put them on the armchair nearby. He loosened the knots in your muscles, kneading at your sore limbs. His hands worked with so much tenderness and patience, smoothing the oil over your skin, making sure you were relaxed and comfortable. You practically melted into the couch once he was done with you, feeling the tension had long ebbed away.

You sighed happily; the touch of appreciation sweetened your voice.

"Thank you for that."

"You don't have to thank me. I'm here for you."

Matt smiled fondly at you, which deepened the crinkles around his eyes. And then, there was a brief moment of hesitation, as if he didn't know if he should say what he wanted to say.

"Do you want me to leave?"

He finally asked, his voice soft. The question seemed so small, yet, it made your heart soar, sending a familiar serotonin rush through your veins.

"No. Stay with me, please."

Matt slid onto the couch with you, cuddling you from behind. The space was a little cramped, but you were grateful for it for the way his body pressed up against you underneath the cozy blanket. The two of you watched your favourite show together. Still, you didn't pay much attention to it as your mind tried to soak up as much of this feeling as possible until you fell asleep. When you woke the next morning, he wasn't there. Yet, something felt different now that you had a taste of what it was like to be on the other side of the thorned fence.

Despite the "developement", you still felt unsure. And Mindy could tell that.

"If he cared about you like that, why haven't you made it official? Is there something holding you back?"

You bit your lip, your head lowered as you still tether at the edge of acceptance of your situation after an even more recent event.

"Actually, yeah …"

You thought you knew him better than most people did, but maybe, it was you who knew the least of all. You thought about last week when you were tasked with writing a piece on the new up-and-coming law firm in the middle of Hell's Kitchen that took down Wilson Fisk.

It was all a coincidence, but you didn't mind getting to observe Matt on a professional level. The business plate on the wall outside looked new and polished, contrary to the inside. The building was a little dingy but functional. When Foggy Nelson welcomed you into the small office, the sight you saw was all but welcoming. The glass panes did nothing to conceal the view of Matt being awfully cozy with a gorgeous woman, who you knew was Karen Page. She straightened his tie, and Matt was saying something to her, his soft lips close to the crown of her head. Karen laughed at his words, and in return, an easy smile spread across his face. The intimate scene made you feel like you were intruding on the two of them just by looking in. A lump formed in your throat, but you swallowed it down. It was no time for personal feelings and thoughts.

Still, the unpleasant feeling simmered and stayed with you throughout the interview until the very end. When the photographer showed up to take their photos for the newspaper, you bore witness to their intimacy once more. It was obvious to anyone that there was something between them, whether it was in the past or present. The way they held each other before your observant eyes manifested into something tangible that you could touch and couldn't compare. Their bond was something deeper than your relationship. That only aggravated your stubborn jealousy and how ashamed you felt afterward for feeling such fierce possessiveness over someone who wasn't even yours. He never was, never had been, and never would be. What you had was a casual agreement, and that was all to it. But you had to go ahead and fall for him.

The look on Mindy's face after you told her about Matt and Karen was one you knew too well. It was of pity, and you hated being on the receiving end.

"It sounds like he might have something going on with that woman. After all, you didn't agree to be mutually exclusive."

She took hold of your hand, giving it a squeeze as if to soften the blow she was about to deliver.

"I think you should reconsider your relationship. Being the other woman is not worth it, no matter how good in bed he is."

You couldn't stop the frown that formed on your lips, but you could control the trembling that almost broke in your lower lip. You jerked your hand away as if Mindy's touch seared you with shame. Your voice shook as your defensiveness raised itself around you.

"You don't know him like I do, okay? Stay out of it. I don't need your sage advice."

I don't need you to tell me how wrong I am. You wanted to say. You knew that already. Saying that out loud would mean admitting you were wrong about Matt, about the two of you, and about everything.

You grabbed your bag from the chair and walked out of the coffee shop, ignoring Mindy's calls. Your nose felt stung from the unshed tears, from the weight of your friend's words. You knew she only wanted good things for you, but she was wrong. She must be.

Even then, in your heart, you weren't so sure.

That night, you didn't think Matt would come. But you were thankful that he did. The moment you heard his familiar steps on the stairs, making his way up to you, you were already at the window, practically pulling Matt in once he reached you. You didn't even wait until he got even footing on the floor to kiss him senselessly, drawing a surprised gasp from him. He didn't seem to mind and quickly reciprocated. Moments later, your clothes were shed, letting your bare skin and laboured breaths fill the silence. Matt's hands ran all over your curves appreciatively, his lips tangled with yours fervently. He whispered on your lips when you parted to breathe.

"I missed you."

You heard that, Mindy? He said he missed me.

"I missed you too."

Your words drawled into a soft moan as he took your bottom lip between his teeth and pulled slightly. His hand settled on your ass, urging you to jump into his arms like you always would, and you did. The proof of his need for you pressed against your stomach, hard and unyielding. Matt shifted you in his arms, and you used the movement to graze your slick core around his shaft. Your arousal smeared on his length, and you couldn't stop the gasp at the feeling of him so close to your entrance. Matt found your bedroom easily and fell onto the soft sheets with you. You scuttled back to make room, and he followed you. You held yourself up by your elbows; a shiver ran through your body as you watched him stroke his cock a few times before teasing your entrance. His tip touched your wet folds, dragging and spreading the slickness along the slit. He stimulated your clit with his velvet head, and you whimpered at how good it felt. As you parted your lips to tell him to stop teasing you, he plunged in without warning, and the complaint from your throat became a blissed moan.

Matt stopped for a moment after fully sheathed inside you, his face tilted towards yours, allowing you to drink in the pure euphoria on his face. His mouth was open-slacked, his brows curved up in an acute focus of relief, his unsighted eyes lost in the heaven you shared. You rocked your hip to meet his, only to be stopped with his hands on your waist, his hold tight, but not enough to leave bruises.

"If you keep moving like that, I won't last very long."

You nudged your heel against his ass, and your thighs squeezed his hips like an invitation.

"I don't care. I need you. Please."

Something shifted in him when you begged, and your prayer was answered with a withdrawal and hard thrust of his hips. You cried out, letting yourself fall back on the mattress and allowing Matt to pound into you. Each delicious thrust brought you closer to the edge, but you used all of your willpower to hold on. You wanted to finish with him. Matt's body covered yours as he nudged your head to rest on the crook of his arm. He caged you in, encompassing you in a cocoon that was him. His fingers wove into your hair, pulling the strands slightly to draw out your moans. His face hovered over yours, and with the barely-there distance, you felt like you were observing a piece of art reserved for your eyes only. Matt was all-consuming, demanding your attention and submission in every sense possible. All you saw was his beautiful face, all you heard was his lustful cries, and all you felt was his fullness inside you, stealing your breaths. You succumbed to him fully, worshipping him with everything that was attached to your mortal shell.

Your cries of pleasure intertwined with his created a beautiful melody of primal desires. Your hands clawed at his back, without a doubt making marks. Matt only groaned louder at the claim you made on his back, enjoying the pain you inflicted on him. As you neared your end, your core clenched hard, and his thrusts only got rougher at the tell-tale sign of your finish line. You could feel how close he was with the way his pace stuttered. You took hold of his chin, and Matt took a brief moment to kiss your thumb.

"Let go. I've got you."

You whispered breathlessly as his deep strokes made it hard to talk. Matt drew your thumb into his mouth and bit on it, but it did little to muffle his grunts of release. The feeling of him filling you up triggered your own orgasm as you came with him. The white-hot pleasure made you arch your back, making your pebbled nipples graze his broad chest. Matt's hand came down to grope at one breast, massaging and playing with your nipple, making you gasp, moan, and writhe at the sensation. He dipped his head to the hardened peak and soothed its ache with the warmth of his mouth as if to apologize for the lack of attention he paid. When you finally came down from the high, Matt whisked you into a breathless, lingering kiss as if he never wanted it to end. You happily reciprocated, and at that moment, it really felt like he might have feelings for you.

A little while later, after Matt had helped you settle in bed and fetched you some water, he slipped into the spot beside you, nudging your head to rest on his chest. His fingers caressed your arm, raising goosebumps on your skin. You played with the ridges of his abs; your blissful mind ran wild with all the possibilities and hypotheses. You felt something different tonight, just like that night when he cuddled you to sleep.

"Hey, I was wondering …."

He hummed in reply, waiting for you to continue.

"We've been doing this for a while, and I … I wonder if anything has changed."

His hand still kept a steady rhythm on your arm.

"What has changed?"

"Us. Our relationship."

Matt turned his face towards you, and your heart chipped a little at the confusion. He took a moment before answering you.

"We both agreed on being strictly casual. So … no, nothing has changed."

The crack on your heart turned into splinters that kept falling down like a flimsy house of cards, and you weren't fast enough to catch all the pieces. Of course, Mindy was right. You were such a fool. How could you hope for something different after all this time?

"Where was my memo on this thing?"

Matt chuckled softly, seeming to please with the little joke he made. Even though his body was warm, you only felt colder than ever. You slowly removed yourself from him as if Matt had grown thorns, and every movement hurt. Once you left the bed, Matt braced himself on one elbow, an easy, nonchalant, suggestive air about him.

"Are you freshening up for round two?"

You sighed heavily.

"No, I'm tired, and I would like to go to bed."

When Matt didn't say anything, you quickly added.

"Besides, I have to get up early tomorrow."

It was not exactly the truth, but a half-lie would do just fine. It seemed like Matt got the hint as he got up and searched for his scattered clothes on the floor. Once decent, he made his way to you at the window sill; his hand reached out to touch your elbow.

"Are we okay?"

He asked with a touch of hesitation. You huffed an indulgent chuckle.

"Yes. We're okay. I've had a long day, with a lot to think about."

You forced yourself to smile, even though he couldn't see it. It was more for you, so you wouldn't physically surrender to the turmoil inside. Matt kissed your cheek softly, and you did everything not to avoid his affection.

"I'll see you tomorrow."

He left your apartment with the promise, one that you wouldn't blame him for not keeping. You stayed up until the morning, and throughout the day, you allowed everything Mindy said to torment you, driving and twisting the knife further until your heart was a mangled, broken piece of decoration in your chest. And you knew you deserved every single cut. You weren't stupid; you knew that you were in the wrong. You were blinded by the possibility of Matt reciprocating your feelings that you were all too happy to be the other woman despite all the red lights. But the answer he gave you last night was definite. There was no future for the two of you that wouldn't end in a crash and burn.

That night, your fire escape was dead quiet for the first time in months. You were home; Matt could tell by the rhythm of your heart inside your cozy place. No matter how many times he called your name and knocked on your window, you wouldn't welcome him in like you usually would. Matt left the bundle of flowers he brought you at your fire escape that night. They would stay where they were as he felt them wither away every night until they ceased to exist.

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man, it feels like its off when it plays. maybe i should stop making these at work (maybe i should stop working)

this ones just murderdock (i can fix him) (no i cant 😔)

song - digital silence by peter mcpoland (again)

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Round 3: Kim Kitsuragi vs Matt Murdock

Propaganda is encouraged!