Matt Murdock - Blog Posts

ok… imagine a moon knight and daredevil crossover where dd has no issues fighting the invisible jackals because the dude cant see shit anyway. moon knight is like “you can see them??” and matt, not wanting to reveal his blindness but having no idea theyre invisible, is just like “yeah i can see of course i can see”

moon knight then assumes dd is an avatar of an egyptian god. bc what else? so, naturally, moon knight asks “what god do you serve?”

“jesus”

“what??”

“im catholic?”

“what???”

Born Again Put a Bullet in My Childhood

*Born Again Spoilers*

The return of the Man Without Fear not only broke my heart, it signifies the end of my childhood. The bullet fired by Benjamin Pointdexter went straight through its victim and into the last bit of nostalgia I held for my younger years. 

I was twelve years old in April of 2015. The concept of a streaming service was still new to me, and I expected the first Marvel/Netflix show to be reminiscent of a low-budget fan series. I was going through a lot at the time. My parents were getting divorced, my grandfather was sick with cancer, and my family was on the verge of being homeless. On April 10th, my father and I stayed at my grandad’s house. Grandad was at the hospital because his lung cancer had taken a turn for the worst, and I curled up on the worn couch as spring air filtered in from the open window and my Dad sat down with a grunt in the recliner. My Dad turned on the show and I was enthralled. 

I had never seen a superhero show that felt so adult, so real, so slick, and complicated and heavy. I related to Matt Murdock, someone who always seemed to have some sort of obstacle ahead of him. I related to Matt’s boyhood counterpart who was concerned about his father making the rent payments on time. I related to being small, consumed with the big mysterious world that can change at any moment with various levels of stability. I liked that Matt Murdock kept going, no matter how bad things got. 

Two days later, I was sitting in my bedroom late at night, watching the infamous episode “Nelson V. Murdock” on my Wii console, legs folded under me, chewing my nails as Charlie Cox and Elden Hensen cried on screen. I was still thinking about that episode the next morning as we drove to Grandad’s house. Later that day, the police called informing us that our house had been robbed. My TV and Wii console were both stolen along with all our other possessions. The drawers in my bedroom were pulled free and clothes were strewn about. Looking at my room, I felt naked. There were Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle decals on my walls and I wondered if the thieves looked at them when they came into my room. I wonder if they felt bad about stealing from a child and I knew they probably didn’t. Two days after that, we were officially evicted. 

In 2018, I was an angry teenager. My mother was getting remarried and I didn’t like the guy. I didn’t like that we were moving or that I wouldn’t see my friends as much anymore, even though they didn’t feel like my friends at the time. Most of them treated me like shit because we were all young and unhappy about something. I was suicidal but I didn’t fully understand what I was feeling. I pretended to be happy all the time and that made it worse. The new season of Daredevil was the only good thing I had going on in my life. I coveted the episodes, watching one every other week, taking my time. When the series was canceled I was halfway through the season. I stopped watching it and I wouldn’t finish it until 2024. I didn’t want the story to be over. I didn’t want to say goodbye to Matt, Karen, and Foggy, my only real friends. 

Recently, I’ve been struggling with the concept of growing up. I’m twenty-two years old and I’m in a weird space where I’m not a kid but I also don’t feel like an adult. It feels like I stopped aging in 2020. I keep reminiscing, thinking to myself “Things used to be better,” even though I know that isn’t true. I’m in college, I’m in therapy, I’m on medication, and life is good. Yet, I can’t seem to move on from periods of my life that have passed. I find myself dreaming about my childhood home and places I lived in my teens. They’re always altered, mashed together like some fucked-up Winchester mystery house. 

For years I wanted Daredevil to return. The original series was the postmark of my adolescence. Matt, Foggy, and Karen did more for me during the worst parts of my life than most of my friends have. I wanted to see them again. It was so weird when I got my wish. Tuesday night, I assembled the best bar food I could find, spicy chicken wings, fries, mozzarella sticks, a big juicy burger, and three ice-cold bottles of Coors Light. I set my favorite Daredevil comics and Funko figurines around my television set and placed my fancy chair right in front of it. Seeing Matt, Foggy, and Karen together again was like a dream or a hallucination. And none of that compared to the shock of seeing Foggy gunned down in the street. Hand covering my mouth, food getting cold next to me, and my cousin crying on speakerphone, I watched one of my best friends bleed to death on screen. 

I’m a sensitive person and I tend to overthink. I like drawing connections, even if they don’t make complete sense sometimes. In the aftermath of the Born Again pilot episode, sitting on my chair and staring at the ceiling, I realized something: I can finally move on. In some odd, fucked up way, seeing my three favorite comfort characters together again, and seeing one of them die, has given me a sense of closure on my childhood. No TV show was meant to last forever. I’m glad the 2015 Daredevil series died a hero before it could become a villain, and I’m glad the new series is taking a different route.  Seeing a definitive end to the original series is permission for me to let go of my unhappy adolescent years and move on. I’m grateful for that, and I know that Born Again is going to make me cry more in the future. 

Tonight, I will drink to Nelson, Murdock, and Page and all they’ve done for a lonely kid.

Rick Stepp (irresponsibleink@gmail.com)

if multiverse is canon in mcu....

in some universe sam is too slow to catch bucky

in some universe natasha is happy (and alive) with her sister. they have a picnic and they sing songs

in some universe clint doesn't recover after pietro's death. he blames himself like he was the one who killed the boy. clint wanted to be pietro's mentor and he fucked up

in some universe pepper leave tony alone with his mind for too long...

in some universe happy doesn't lost all his friends.

in some universe rhodey ended worse

in some universe thor could save loki

in some universe foggy finds matt's body

all of this can be true and it breaks my heart

Need to shove him in a mason jar like tinkerbell and shake him up (affectionately)

saying “i want him” about the character but not in a romantic or sexual way . i just Require him i need to Obtain him

A birthday punishment and a birthday gift.

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

Summary: After your boyfriend comes back home after leaving his birthday party early to let the Devil out, you play with him in the shower.

Word count: 2017

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, MINORS DNI. SMUT, sub!Matt, dom!reader, handjob, choking, edging, just a tiny bit of overstimulation, praise kink, pet names (baby, sweetheart, sunshine), spending too much time in the shower (guys c'mon save water). Afab reader but no pronouns used.

A/N: I wouldn't say this is a tall!reader fic but I wrote it as being roughly the same height as Matt. I don't think it matters that much anyway so... enjoy!

Please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment if you enjoyed it <3

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You were sound asleep when he came back from patrolling. As always, he made his way to the shower before getting in bed, careful not to make any sound that could wake you up.

Matt was being extra careful tonight, though. You tried to hide it but you were pissed at him for leaving his birthday party early to go devil around the Kitchen. And he understood, you were right to be angry and he'd try to make it up to you later when you woke up.

The sound of the shower ended up rousing you from your sleep. Normally, you would've gone back to sleep, knowing your boyfriend was back, but you had other plans tonight.

You had been a bit angry initially when you got home from the party and he went to put on the suit instead of spending the night with you, but at the same time, what were you expecting? You knew who you were dating and you ultimately couldn't be mad at him.

You stripped from your pajamas and made your way to the bathroom. Technically, it wasn't his birthday anymore and you knew he'd be tired, but you still wanted to do something for him.

Matt had his back to you, facing the wall as he scrubbed his hair clean. You stepped inside, your arms wrapping around his body from behind as you buried your face on the crook of his neck, leaving a kiss there.

"Sorry for waking you up." Matt said, placing his hand on top of yours on his chest.

"It's fine… We have unfinished business anyway." You nuzzled him below his ear, hugging him tighter and pressing your front against his broad back, your hands starting to roam across his torso.

Matt shuddered, leaning instinctively into your touch. He always craved your touch, especially now when he thought you would still be mad at him.

"I'm sorry for goi-" He started to apologize, intending to turn around, but you shushed him and kept him in place, your nails dragging down his sides to the tops of his thighs, making his breath hitch.

"Be a good boy and let me do what I want." You said against his skin, gently sucking on it but being careful enough to not leave a mark.

Matt let out an almost inaudible "Fuck", tilting his head to give you more space on his neck, feeling the rush of blood to his already hardening cock.

You smirked at his response before resuming your kisses, moving to his back. You kissed and gently bit his shoulders, your hands moving to his chest to rub his nipples before going down his abdomen, grazing his skin while your lips kissed down his spine until you kneel behind him.

Matt kept himself still by pressing his hands against the tiles, letting his head drop as his breath quickened.

"Please…" He breathed out. Your hands were now exploring the inside of his thighs. He was painfully hard and you had touch him everywhere except where he needed it the most, the feeling on his sensitive skin almost maddening.

"I know, baby, you just gotta be patient…" Your hands now leaving his front to grope his ass, playfully biting on one of his butt cheeks and making Matt huff, before getting back up.

You kissed your way up his spine again before resting your head on his shoulder, one of your hands moving down the trail of hair on his abdomen and finally wrapping around his cock, slowly starting to move up and down his length.

Matt's head tilted back as a moan went past his lips, the stream of water now hitting his chest, his mouth slacking when your hand focused on his tip, the precum coating your hand.

You nipped at his ear and suckled on his earlobe as you picked up the pace, pumping him both faster and harder, the nails of your other hand digging on his hip where you kept him from moving.

Matt's moans got louder and his hips tried to sloppily thrust against your hand. Even with the water and steam saturating the air and muffling his senses, he could smell your arousal, feel your hard nipples and the strong beat of your heart on his back making his go even faster.

You felt him tense up when your other hand went to fondle with his balls, making you smirk, the hand on his dick keeping a steady pace.

"I'm gonna-Fuck, sweetheart I'm gonna cum." Matt struggled to say in between breaths.

That was your cue to stop, making him whimper at the loss of contact when he thrusted into nothing.

"Sorry baby, you can't come now. I'm not done yet." You told him, kissing below his ear, his neck and shoulder as your hands rub his hips trying to soothe him.

"Is… is this my punishment for going out tonight?" Matt asked as he panted, his hands dropping to his sides as he came down from the edge.

"Mhmm…" You hummed, trailing kisses from one shoulder to the other to give it some attention.

"I guess I deserve it." He huffed a chuckle.

One of your hands traveled across his body to grab his jaw, making him turn his head so you could see his flushed beautiful face.

"Open." You ordered him, your index and middle finger brushing against his rosy lips, waiting for him to let them in.

Matt obeyed without hesitation, humming at the taste of your fingers as they slid over his tongue.

"That's it, baby. You look so beautiful like that." You praised on his ear, the encouragement making him thrust into the air again, needing to feel some friction again as he sucked on your fingers. "So needy." You cooed, leaving a kiss on his jaw as your other hand went to wrap his painfully hard cock, starting to jerk him off again.

You kept fucking Matt's mouth with your fingers as you allowed him to fuck himself with your fist, his hands holding onto your arms. You didn't have to tell him, he knew he couldn't touch you when he was at your mercy.

You felt his hips falter, his body tensing up again, so you quickly took your fingers from his mouth with a wet popping sound. His lips searched for them for a second but they were gone, your hand grabbing the column of his neck, keeping him firmly in place without choking him, the hand on his dick slowing down and stopping right before he could come.

Matt whined and turned his head towards your face. "Please, sunshine, I can't take it." He pleaded, the hot air of his panting hitting your face.

"Oh but you can, my love. I know you can take it." You nuzzled his nose, your lips hovering his but not touching.

Matt tried to kiss you but you moved away, making him whine again when you kissed his stubbled cheek instead. He almost cried in that moment, not being able to kiss you being arguably worse than not being allowed to cum. "God, please, Y/n…"

You decided it was enough punishment for today and sighed. "Okay, okay… I'll let you come next time. You know I love it when you beg for me." You said, your thumb lovingly caressing his throat.

You reached your free hand between your bodies to cover your fingers with the slick pooled between your folds before taking his throbbing, weeping cock on your hand once again, knowing you'd get a reaction from your boyfriend with heightened senses.

And you were right, Matt had been smelling the sweet, tangy scent of your arousal this whole time, but having it coat his cock and mix with his own fluids made his eyes roll back, his mouth going slack again as he breathed through it to get a better taste of you.

You moved your fist up and down his length, slow and hard at first, then picking up the pace as he got worked up again.

He was a moaning, panting mess in your arms, rutting into your tight fist almost desperately.

He wasn't going to last much longer, so you decided to finally squeeze the sides of his neck, just enough to make him dizzy.

"C'mon, come for me, I know you want to…" You mumbled against his shoulder, looking down so you wouldn't miss it and kissing whatever skin was available as you encouraged him.

The throbbing in his ears and the light-headed feeling was just what he needed to tip him over the edge, Matt's hips erratically moving as his cum covered your hand.

You squeezed him tighter, slowly milking him until the last drop. "Mmm… that's it, my love. You did so well…" You praised releasing your grip on his neck and soothing his throat, peppering kisses along his jaw.

Thinking he was done, you went to pull your cum-coated hand away, but Matt quickly grabbed you by the wrist to keep it in place, rubbing his oversensitive dick against your hand.

"More, please…" He breathed out in a whine, testing the waters by holding your hand in his, making you make a fist around his cock to keep thrusting.

"Okay, just 'cause it's your birthday." You chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder and your free arm wrapped around his waist to rest there with his. "Let me see how you fuck yourself with my fist."

The friction is so addictively painful, making Matt want more and more of it even if he had already cum.

It didn't take a lot more thrusts for another orgasm to wash over him, making him tremble and hiss at the pain, his knees almost giving up as a few more drops of cum came out of his spent cock.

You gave him a last, gentle pump that made him shake, slacking against your body as his threatened to give up.

You shushed him, holding him tightly and rubbing your hand on his abdomen to calm him down.

Matt took a moment to even his breath out before turning to face you, his nose nuzzling yours. "Are you gonna let me kiss you now?"

"Yeah, c'mere…" You raised a hand to the back of his neck to pull him in, your lips finally connecting with his in a slow, tender kiss, Matt's arms wrapping around your waist to hold you tight against him.

Without breaking the kiss, he placed both of you under the stream of water, his hands leaving your waist to gently grab your face, intending to break the kiss to say something, but ultimately being unable to do it, indulging in the feeling of your soft lips brushing against his for a bit more.

"Let me do something for you too…"

"I think we've wasted enough water, Matt." You chuckled and reached to stop the running water, now that it had already washed away the remnants of Matt's orgasm of your skin.

"In bed, then." He insisted, nuzzling your nose again as his hands left your face to trail down your body.

"Don't think I haven't noticed the bruise on your ribs, Devil." It wasn't that you didn't want him to fuck you. In fact, that's all you had been wanting all night long. But he was hurt, and you knew he would not care if he made his injuries worse if that meant he satisfied you.

Matt sighed, rubbing your hip before smirking at you, leaning in. "I'll tell you what, we can go to sleep now or we can go to bed and you sit on my face. I don't have to move anything but my mouth." He said in a low, suggesting tone, the grip on your hip tightening at the thought of tasting you.

You bit your lower lip, your neglected pussy clench around nothing at his words. "Fuck, Matt… I can't argue with that."

Matt's smirk grew into a satisfied smile before kissing your lips again, more passionately this time. "Let's get out of here then, can't wait to taste my birthday gift."

I LOVE THIS SO SO SO MUCHHHH AAAAA

She said, "What's on your mind?"// I said, "Your skin"

Pairing: Matt Murdock x AFAB Reader

Warnings: Implied smut, Established relationship, Mirror stuff, like pussy worship if you squint

Author’s Note: I just think we should all be more comfortable looking at ourselves and getting to know our bodies and I like to image Matt would want that too. I really need to wash my hair but I also just ate so I wrote this while I waited for my stomach to settle

Post-orgasm Matt was clingy and soft but he claimed that was only for you. After a round of morning sex, you and him were on top of the covers. You were leaning against the headboard. His head was on your mound with his right ear pressed against your crotch while you played with his hair. You weren’t sure if he was listening to his cum moving around in your uterus or the pulse that was still throbbing in your loins.

There was a mirror parallel to where you and Matt were laying, giving the perfect view of your post-orgasmic state. Even though you knew he wasn’t, the way Matt’s head was resting it was almost like he was looking directly at your body in the mirror. “Tell me what you look like”

You rolled your eyes. “Matt you know what I look like.” You went on to give a very utilitarian description of the colour of your hair, your eyes, your height, your body type all the standard stuff that would show up if you got roped into more of Matt’s shenanigans and ended up as a fugitive on Unsolved Mysteries.

“That’s not what I mean.” Matt hooks his hands underneath the flesh of your thighs and spreads your legs as far as they would go, having your plush, dewy folds completely exposed in the reflection of the mirror. You had never really seen yourself like this.

“Every time I think I’ve got your body mapped and figured out there’s always something new that I find that takes my breath away.” You smiled thinking about the other night when Matt shifted the angle of his thrust. He found a new spot inside of you that made his breath hitch and you moan so pretty around his cock.

Matt’s fingers parted your labia using two fingers to hold the puffy lips apart to expose your glistening flesh. “So tell me, gorgeous, what do you look like?”

Part 2

Warmth of You (Matt Murdock x GN! Reader)

Summary: You're cold, and Matt is warm. That's it.

Warnings: Pure tooth rotting fluff.

Author's note: My house being cold AF this morning and my bestie @what-the-hell from the Horny Hive inspired this lil drabble 😘

New York winters were something you were going to have to get used to. This particular night it was positively frigid, and no amount of blankets, socks, and flannel pajamas could save you from the bitter cold. Your boyfriend Matt was fast asleep next to you, but you were wide awake and shivering.

You felt the bed shift, and then a warm hand on your arm. Matt slowly rolled you over so that you were facing him. Little did you know, he could feel you shivering.

"Sweetheart, c'mere." He whispered as he hugged you to his chest.

"I'm sorry, Matt. It's just so cold. I'm not used to this."

"Shhhhhh. It's alright. You should have told me you were cold." He said before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I thought you were asleep. I didn't want to disturb you."

"You're never, ever disturbing me, sweetheart. I'll always keep you warm."

He caressed your cheek and placed a soft kiss there. You snuggled into his embrace and he petted your hair until you fell asleep. Once he heard your heartbeat even out, he finally fell asleep. You were warm and safe in his arms, right where you belonged.

Taglist: @rashnuhere @faery-god @matt-erialgirl

@catholicdaredevil @star-spangled-man

@sobachka-korol

The scenes in Daredevil S3 where Matt pretends to be sighted is truly an absolute masterclass and nuanced acting display by Charlie.

Particularly in this scene, where you see Matt's discernible effort to conduct himself like a sighted person would do, especially through the head movements and a more marked eye movement. When he talks he projects his head forward to compensate for his eyes still not quite landing proper eye contact. That's why his whole "sighted act" seems off compared to an actual sighted person.

+ these ones where he outrightly faces the person (normally he would not be facing people straight-up like this) but the eyes still don't hit the mark.

Takes a whole lot of self-control to be able to able to pull this "acting like a blind person pretending to be sighted" performance off but Charlie does it so so greatly. And to think he never got any type of award for this season, let alone a nomination :(

I’m obsessed with him 😍

He's just an innocent little angel on his way to the bank you guys 🥹🤏

chat... we are so so back. (im actually tweaking rn ehehe)

okay, i’m hurt-

“What we had was so special and you walked away from it.” with matt. I’m always here for the angst 🥲

-💜

Oh and now some Matt angst. That boy lives in a world of angst so he will fit right in.

You couldn't even bare to look at him. He hovered in your living room like a lost puppy. He played with his fingers and then the hem of his hoodie over and over in a nervous cycle. You'd been talking for hours, you were getting nowhere and your feelings hadn't changed. You hurt from head to toe and you didn't find yourself any closer to forgiveness.

"What you did was..." you heaved in a weighted breath to steady yourself, trying desperately not to shout cause you knew the walls were paper thin and the baby next door was having sleeping trouble lately.

"Unforgiveable I know" he finished your sentence, his voice it's usual low calm tenor. It was almost irritating to you now. How could he be so... still?

"What we had was so special and you walked away from it" your words shook as your spoke, your breath rattling into your lungs.

He nodded, eyes downcast to the floor, "I know"

He stepped forward and in tandem you stepped back, "Please don't"

"You won't even let me touch you?" he asked, hurt instantly painting his face. His eyebrows were scrunched inwards and his mouth pulled down into a frown.

You rubbed the heal of your palm into your tired eyes, "Matt I...." you paused, "No, I won't let you touch me. I need you to leave"

His face broke it's steely gaze even further as he began to cry, you turned your back to him unable to witness him cry. The ache in your chest grew larger as you listened to his heavy breathing.

"Please" he whispered, "Just try?"

You sighed but didn't turn around, "I did"

my heart, this is so cute 🥲

Knight in Red Leather

Summary: You and Matt have been through a lot during your two years of marriage yet Matt continues to show how perfect he is for you.

Warnings: absolute fluff with maybe a dash of angst through an over bearing mother

Reader: Pregnant Female Reader

Pairings: Female Reader x Matt Murdock

A/n: Enjoy!

Masterlist

“Where do you come up with these combinations?” You mutter to your protruding stomach. You wobbled into the kitchen near midnight with your hair messier than a rats nest and your night shirt hanging off your shoulder. You winced when you turned on the kitchen light before waddling toward the cabinets. When you opened it you vaguely remember Foggy going on and on about how you and Matt had the most random food options imaginable. You just pointed to your stomach and grumpily told him it was your daughters fault.

You daughter wasn’t even born yet and she was already a handful. This pregnancy was far from easy. She was constantly restless, constantly hungry and you were always uncomfortable. Your pregnancy honeymoon period had come and gone faster than a blink of an eye. Now you wanted the baby currently bouncing on your bladder to pop out so you can have your body back to yourself. You couldn’t remember how many times you snapped at Matt telling him he wasn’t ever getting lucky again and that he should just get his balls snipped cause they were useless at this point.

Now that you think about it you’ve snapped at Matt quite often and a sliver of guilt hit you but it passed when you remembered how hungry you were. Savaging the kitchen for the perfect food combination you began to put together something that should be illegal but to you it was mouthwatering.

You took your food and lowered yourself in the kitchen chair. You propped you annoyingly swollen feet up and slouched in your seat. Your head lulled back and your eyes searched for the clock. It was closer to one in the morning by now and you wondered how time had flown by so quickly. You weren’t expecting Matt back for another couple of hours. You missed him but you knew he had a city to take care of.

You know what they say - Think of the Devil -

You grin sleepily when you hear the window slide open and your husband slips in. He closes it behind him before promptly locking it. He takes off his mask and wanders over to the kitchen. He breathes in deeply before chuckling at your choice of food. His fingers brush along the seat your feet are on. You watch him bend down, wrap his hands around your legs, lift them and rest them on his lap.

“Quiet night?” You ask softly, moaning when his hands work their magic on your feet.

“For the most part,” He nods, his eyes wondering aimlessly but in your general direction. You loved his eyes. They were always searching for you and you always got lost in them. “Baby keeping you up again?”

“I guess we just both missed you,” You whisper, feeling your daughter settle at the sound of his voice. You didn’t blame her, Matt had one of the most soothing voices in the world.

“Are you done with your snack?” He asks. You hum tiredly, looking at him through half open eyes. “Alright then, time for bed, sweetheart,” He stands up and lifts you in his arms.

“Look at you, my strong man,” You moan, curling into his arms. Your head snuggles into his neck. You grin when you feel his chest puff proudly. You kiss his neck while he carries you to your bedroom. “My mom called after you left,” You whispered. You almost laugh when his chest deflates.

“Let me guess, she’s coming over tomorrow,” He grumbles.

“Is foresight one of your abilities, Mr. Murdock?” You ask. He huffs out a laugh and lowers you onto the bed gently. “She won’t stay long,” You promise. Your eyes stay attached to him as he undresses out of his Daredevil outfit. “She’ll come for lunch, we’ll have a conversation that will eventually turn to rude comments, I’ll lose my pregnant brain and snap. She’ll get all offended and we’ll be free from her for a few weeks,”

“Or we could just tell her that she can’t come over,” Matt suggests.

“As if that’ll stop her,” You laugh. “Maybe we should just move and hide,” You suggest.

“She’d sniff us out,” Matt shakes his head. You laugh again before quietly agreeing.

Your mother was far from the easiest person to handle. She was a pressurer and nobody was ever good enough for her, especially not Matt. She knew he had a dark side and that he was hiding something. She just couldn’t understand that he was only hiding things from her and not you. She was also shallow enough to hate the fact that he was blind, though she’d never admit it. She wanted you with someone who could take care of you, not who you had to take care of. She just didn’t understand.

“We have to set some boundaries before the baby is born,” He says, laying beside you.

“I know,” You whisper, cuddling into him. His arm wraps around your stomach protectively. He kisses your head then down along your neck to your shoulder before snuggling into the crook of your neck.

“I love you,” He whispers, holding your close. You mutter back to him but the words are incoherent as you fall asleep. He laughs softly, kisses you again before falling asleep.

You’re both rudely awakened by bounding on the door. Matt startles awake and goes to spring into action when he realizes it’s just your mother. He groans falling back onto the bed.

“If we’re really quiet she’ll go away,” You whisper, hiding under the covers. You both know that’s a lie.

“I love you,” Matt says. “But I can’t handle this anymore,” He groans climbing out of the bed.

“Matt?” You ask, popping your head out from under the comforter.

“Just stay in bed sweetheart,” He says pausing by the door. His head turns over to you. “I’ll handle this,”

“My knight in red leather,” You whisper. He smirks before turning towards the door. You listened to his feet padding along the floor towards the door.

“Oh, hi Matt,” You hear your mother say. Unwilling to just stay in bed you roll, quite literally, out of bed. You quietly move through the apartment and look towards the door. You couldn’t help but grin when Matt subtly shifted to hide you from your mothers eyes.

“Today’s not a good day to visit,” Matt told her. “In fact, we’re gonna have to wait a few weeks before another visit. The birth is getting closer and Y/n’s more tired as of late,”

“Which is exactly why she needs me,” Your mother states. “She needs someone to take care of her,”

Your teeth tug on your lip as Matt subtly tenses. She never failed to piss him off, especially when she hints at the fact that he can’t care for you. You shake your head at her naivety. Matt did so much for you that you hardly had to lift a finger to do anything. You usually had to tell him to look after himself after all the time he spends looking after you and the city.

“I’m here,” Matt says in a finality voice. “I’ve been her husband for the last two years and I’ve looked after her since college. I have always had her best interests in mind and she’s in good hands. Why don’t you go back to the tanning salon? You’re looking a little pale,” Matt closes the door in her face and you release a string of giggles.

“Is she as offended as I think she is?” You ask him quietly as if she could possibly hear your voice through the door. Matt turns his head slightly and smirks.

“She’s just called me a blind fool for the third time and she hasn’t even reached the second flight of steps,” Matt says and you giggle again.

“Have I told you how much I love you, Mr. Murdock?” You ask, waddling over to him.

“Not this morning,” Matt teases, encircling his arms around your waist.

“I,” You whisper kissing his chin. “Love,” You kiss his nose. “You,” You kiss his lips. “You perfect, perfect man,” You mumble. He gives you that cocky grin of his and he kisses you once again but even deeper. “You deserve a cooked breakfast,” You peck his lips before slithering out of his grip. He whines and follows you into the kitchen. You grab a pot to cook with only to feel you ass being smacked. “Matthew!” You jump and he smirks hugging you from behind.

“I do want breakfast,” He mutters, kissing you shoulder.

“You better keep those hands to yourself, mister,” You warn him. “You’re the reason we’re in this mess,”

“Me?” He chuckles. “If I remember correctly, you’re the one that jumped me,” He mutters in your ear.

“Oh really?” You ask and he hums. “Nevertheless, keep those hands to yourself,”

“Really? You want me to let go?” He asks. You open your mouth to answer when suddenly his hands lock under your eight month pregnant stomach and then leans back. You moan like a whore when he takes the weight of the baby. Instant relief fills you as presser is taken off your feet and back. You don’t hesitate to lean against Matt. He shuffles slightly to take as much of your weight as he can. “Want me to let go?”

“Don’t you fucking move,” You grumble, laying your head on his shoulder. He lays his head against yours. “You’re the perfect man, Matt Murdock,” You whisper. He chuckles.

“I do try, sweetheart,” He whispers in your ear. He kisses your cheek and continues to hold you as long as you’ll let him.

Rec list

Stranger things, marvel, marauders era, the umbrella academy, slashers

Stranger things

EDDIE MUNSON

Tongue

Eddie Munson smut AND Jason Carver slander. What could possibly be better?

Such a strange girl

Eddie and hippie being cuties.

Movie night

Bat Eddie and his uncle Wayne.

Noodle

Ferret dad Eddie.

Family

Wayne being a protective uncle and so much comfort.

STEVE HARRINGTON

Stay awake

The softest and fluffiest angst around.

Pretty

Steve deserves all the praises.

Dream

Cutie Steve beginning his dad life.

BILLY HARGROVE

Welcome to the party

Kind of ooc Billy but being a protective cutie.

Road gate

Very soft Billy with sadness but fluffy ending.

Marvel

BUCKY BARNES

Personal pillow

Kick your feet, twirl your hair type of fluff.

Pocket angel

Cry your eyes out type of fluff.

Sweeter than sugar

Chubby Bucky owns my heart and soul, forever and always.

Your protector, forever

A dark but soft Bucky.

Can you not

Possessive Bucky is a hot Bucky.

The bet

People being meanies to Bucky and a protective reader.

Serendipity

Bucky just trying to live with an unhinged neighbour.

Around my neck

Bucky being a silly jealous boy.

And you’re mine

Again chubby Bucky owns my heart.

STEVE ROGERS

Religion

Dark Steve and innocent reader.

LOKI LAUFEYSON

Little realisations

I agree tall people are scary.

End credits

Loki being a sweetie.

Hot tea

Jotun Loki smut. Chefs kiss.

Marauders

JAMES POTTER

She hexed me!

Stupid lover boy Jamie.

SIRIUS BLACK

That doesn’t leave us many options

Cutie Siri and beautiful references to blanket forts.

REMUS LUPIN

Easy sleeping

Soft domestic relationship.

REGULUS BLACK

Regulus Black x Potter!Reader

Dramatic James and soft Reggie.

The umbrella academy

FIVE HARGREEVES

Music to my ears

Cute husband and wife shit. A whole lotta caring Five.

Hotel waffles

Retired loving Five.

Partners

The best type of relationship.

My little stress eater

Softest five around. All the fluffs while still being a bad bitch.

Slashers

Slasher cuddling HC

Falling asleep on slashers

Slashers s/o with tattoos

Slashers reaction to their s/o laying on top of them

Slashers with a demon s/o

Giving slashers massages

Slashers with s/o who has weird cravings for inedible things

Slashers with s/o who proves their loyalty to them

Hide ‘N Seek (Bo Sinclair)

Blind (Bo Sinclair)

Yautja with a chiropractor s/o

Wasted on a dream

Wound tending (Bo Sinclair)

Kissing slashers in a panic before they kill you Part 2

Male yautja trying out a period cramp simulator with his human mate

Michael and Jason with a reader who plays the sims

Receiving a love letter

Miscellaneous

MATT MURDOCK

One more time

A soft and fluffy fic that provides Matt with love and happiness.

SPENCER REID

Every last bite

Cute Spencer and magic baker, so cute!

Buried alive

Sad times but so sweet.

AARON HOTCHNER

Home sweet home

Aaron being protective and little rage for spice.

JAVIER PEÑA

Agent Peña

Javier looking hot in his vest.

LOGAN HOWLETT

When she squeezed me tight, she nearly broke me spine

I want to break his bones.

The Walking Dead

DARYL DIXON

Day drinking and it’s consequences

Glenn and reader being drunken simps. Cute Daryl just trying his best.

No matter what they say

Grumpy and sunshine.

Found you

The cutest reunion and Merle being a good guy.

A single punch

A truly heartbreaking and stunning story, Maggie being amazing.

Beef

Daryl being a bitch but he makes up for it.

Matt Murdock likes to shave his legs, that’s it that’s the post

Franklin ‘Foggy’ Nelson most certainly had one (or both) of these in his and Matt’s college dorm room

People would totally make a big deal about it and when Matt would ask why Foggy would be like cause not a lot of people are bi even tho there are fuckin dinosaurs on the flags

Headcanon than Matthew Murdock and Franklin ‘Foggy’ Nelson are huge Harry Potter nerds (nerds in general really) and you can’t tell me otherwise

Like they took a house sorting quiz and Matt got Slytherin and Foggy got Hufflepuff and Matt laughed as Foggy retook the quiz over and over again because he wanted Gryffindor until Matt explained that if he was a Gryffindor they would probably hate each other and wouldn’t be friends in the HP universe and then Foggy was happy he got Hufflepuff

me with Frank Castle or Matt Murdock

he has the looks of a depressed english professor and the soul of a whore.

being a fan of a character is sometimes “look at how complex he is. he’s so intricate and his story is so tragic and he’s so much more complicated than people give him credit for” and sometimes it’s like “haha look at this failure of a person. I wanna throw him off a cliff and see what happens”

my blorbo <3

doodle page

added a little something to the background :)

first post and it's daredevil fanart :)

*slides doodles across table before shuffling back to my den of never posting ever*

I can't be the only one who thought about this

“let the devil out.”

Writing prompt : please take

The avengers already think Daredevil is the literal devil, or at least some sort of demon.

It doesn’t help that the guy keeps calling/talking about his partner “Angel”.

The boys decide Foggy needs a code name for when Matt has to call him when he’s out as Daredevil. He went with Angel as a joke.

Matt swears it was a joke. It just probably doesn’t help that he can’t say no to his best friend.

that one character you absolutely love and adore with all your heart and soul and every headcanon you see of them is immediately canon and you want to draw fanart of them and share you throughts on them but they keep bouncing around in your brain and they won't hold still for you to have at least one coherent thought about them and I'm going to cry let me show my love for you pls-

Ya know I'm starting to see a patent in my favourite characters....

Also bonus diagram

Fill it I if u can 😭

Daredevil Resurrection | 3.01