𝔫𝔬 𝔣𝔢𝔞𝔯

[lawfear]

LAWFEAR⸻ INDEPENDENT, MUTUAL EXCLUSIVE AND SELECTIVE BLOG FOR MATTHEW "MATT" MURDOCK/DAREDEVIL FROM MARVEL COMICS AND HEAVELY INFLUENCED BY THE MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE AND NETFLIX'S DAREDEVIL AND HEADCANON CANED. CST + 3. SHE/HER. WRITTEN BY CALI.(#)

CARRD. PROMO. HEADCANONS. ARTWORK.

PSA: matt's story involves religious imagery and talk as well his disability as a blind man. i take both of these serious and they are mentioned through threads and headcanons. while matt might joke about either, do not make albeist comments regarding him. religious imagery will be labelled as religious image tw and religious talk tw if you need it banned.

"ᴵ ʳᵉᵃˡⁱᶻᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ⁱᶠ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵘʳⁿᵉᵈ ᵒᵘᵗ ᵃⁿʸ ᵈⁱᶠᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᵗˡʸ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ ʷᵒᵘˡᵈ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᴰᵃʳᵉᵈᵉᵛⁱˡ. ᴬⁿᵈ ᵃˡᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈⁱᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᵐʸ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ, ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ʷʰᵒ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ, ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃʳᵉ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗˡᵉˢˢ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ˡⁱᵛᵉᵈ. ˢᵒ, ᵐᵃʸᵇᵉ ⁱᵗ ⁱˢ ᵃˡˡ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵒᶠ ᴳᵒᵈ'ˢ ᵖˡᵃⁿ. ᴹᵃʸᵇᵉ ᵐʸ ˡⁱᶠᵉ ʰᵃˢ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵉˣᵃᶜᵗˡʸ ᵃˢ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ."

OTHER MARVEL BLOGS: steve rogers | bucky barnes | yelena belova.

psa: heavy topics and mentions of religious themes, suic*de, parental death, blindness, accidents, blood, oversensorship are all present in this blog.

[lawfear]

more threads with people finding he is daredevil for funsies.

[calisverse]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐗 as 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐎𝐂𝐊/𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋

Netflix's Daredevil. Season 3

[gloomglimmer]

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄  𝐑𝐏  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  .  .  .    Set  the  stage  for  lingering  touches,  stolen  glances,  and  words  laced  with  double  meaning.   ✧  ˚₊  Themes:  tension,  teasing  &  unspoken  desire.

✧     ›    HEAT   &   TEASING   .

My  muse  runs  their  fingers  along  your  muse’s  wrist  absentmindedly,  tracing  slow,  lazy  circles.

My  muse  leans  in,  their  breath  warm  against  your  muse’s  skin  as  they  whisper,  “You’re  enjoying  this,  aren’t  you?”

My  muse  grabs  your  muse’s  waist  to  steady  them,  but  doesn’t  move  away  immediately.

My  muse  catches  your  muse  staring  and  smirks,  tilting  their  head.  “See  something  you  like?”

My  muse  playfully  tugs  your  muse’s  necklace/tie/collar,  pulling  them  just  a  little  closer.

My  muse  brushes  their  lips  against  your  muse’s  ear  as  they  murmur  something  just  for  them.

My  muse  traps  your  muse  against  a  wall,  eyes  dark  with  something  unreadable.

My  muse  challenges  your  muse  to  a  game,  but  the  stakes  are…  interesting..

✧     ›    FORBIDDEN  ROMANCE   .

My  muse  stops  your  muse  in  a  dark  hallway,  their  voice  barely  above  a  whisper.  “If  anyone  sees  us—”

My  muse  shoves  your  muse  against  a  wall,  breathing  heavily.  “Tell  me  to  stop,  and  I  will.”

My  muse  lingers  at  your  muse’s  door,  knowing  they  shouldn’t  be  here.  “One  last  time.  That’s  all.”

My  muse  runs  a  hand  down  your  muse’s  arm  before  pulling  away.  “We  can’t  keep  doing  this…  but  I  don’t  want  to  stop.”

My  muse  is  forced  to  work  with  your  muse,  pretending  there’s  nothing  between  them.

My  muse  warns  your  muse  to  stay  away,  but  the  way  they  look  at  them  says  otherwise.

My  muse  kisses  your  muse  in  the  shadows,  knowing  full  well  what  it  would  cost  them  if  they  were  caught.

[wildwhims]

𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 …

✦ a collection of prompts that can be considered nsfw, with a lot of teasing and tension driven prompts. adjust as needed ; send ‘ + reverse ‘ for sender and receiver to switch spots. Combine prompts by sending more than one.

「 SQUEEZE 」 : for sender to rest their hand on the receivers thigh , giving it a squeeze .

「 LINGER 」 : for senders touch to linger on the receiver.

「 MASSAGE 」 : for sender to give receiver a massage .

「 LOTION 」 : for sender to rub lotion into the receivers skin

「 SLIP 」 : for senders hand to slip between the receivers legs.

「 TUG 」 : for sender to tug on the receivers hair

「CLIMB 」 : for sender to climb into receivers lap

「PULL 」 : for the sender to pull receiver into their lap

「BITE 」 : for sender to bite the receiver ( include the location )

「 MARK 」 : for sender to leave hickies on receiver

「 BARE 」 : for sender to undress in front of receiver

「 HELP 」 : for sender to help receiver undress

「 GRIND 」 : for sender to grind against the receiver

「 HOT 」 : for sender and receiver to share a heated kiss

「 OOPS 」 : for sender to accidentally send receiver a risqué image.

「 CHIME 」 : for sender to purposefully send receiver a risqué image.

「 WHISPER 」 : for sender to whisper something suggestive in receivers ear

「 HOLD 」 : for sender to hold receivers throat

「 THROW 」 : for sender to throw receiver onto the bed

「 PRESS 」 : for sender to press receiver against a wall and kiss them

「 CAUGHT 」 : for sender to catch receiver pleasuring themselves

「 LIGHT 」 : for sender to touch the receiver with a feather light pressure.

「 INNER 」 : for sender to kiss along the inside of receivers thigh

[gloomglimmer]

›       TENSION   LINER   PROMPTS     

"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

[recordmemes]

༘⋆｡ where it hurts starters.

caretaker.

i'll  stay  until  you  fall  asleep.

you're  not  a  burden.  not  to  me.

you  don't  have  to  act  tough  with  me.

let  me  help.

if  you  need  to  cry,  i'll  look  the  other  way.

you  don't  have  to  talk.

let  me  handle  it,  just  for  a  minute.

rest,  i'll  watch  over  you.

i  don't  care  if  you  think  you're  fine.  i'm  staying.

deep  breaths.

just  lean  on  me.

you're  safe  now,  okay?  just  breathe.

i  know  it  hurts.  i'll  sit  here  as  long  as  it  takes.

i'm  not  leaving  until  i  know  you're  okay.

you  don't  need  to  hide.

let  me  take  care  of  you  this  time.

shh.  i'm  right  here.

you  don't  have  to  put  on  a  smile  for  me.

i  don't  think  less  of  you.

i'll  be  here  when  you  wake  up.

you're  allowed  to  lean  on  me.  that's  what  i'm  here  for.

you  don't  have  to  be  okay.

scoot  over,  i'm  not  letting  you  sleep  alone.

your  hair's  a  mess.  let  me  brush  it.

don't  apologize.

cared  for.

i'm  tired,  that's  all.

please  don't  go.

i  don't  know  what  i  need.

you  didn't  need  to  come.

you  shouldn't  have  to  see  me  like  this.

i  hate  feeling  like  this.

i  was  trying  to  push  through.  i  think  i  made  it  worse.

this  is  so  embarrassing.

can  you  just...  stay  a  little  longer?

i  didn't  think  anyone  would  notice...

i'm  not  safe  in  my  own  head  right  now.

why  are  you  being  so  gentle  with  me?

i  don't  want  you  to  fix  me.

today's  just...  one  of  the  harder  days.

i  didn't  know  i  needed  to  hear  that.

can  you  stay?  after  i  fall  asleep?

sorry.  i  didn't  mean  to  flinch.

i  don't  always  know  what's  going  to  help.

this  is  the  nicest  anyone’s  been  to  me  all  week.

i'm  sorry.  i  know  i'm  a  lot.

i  don't  even  know  why  i'm  crying...

i  think  i'm  broken.

you  didn't  have  to  do  all  this  for  me.

i  don't  want  to  be  a  burden.

i  didn't  think  anyone  would  stay.

[fmsoys]

Daredevil | 1x13

[lawfear]

@athicf asked: ❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜

Head   slightly   tilted,   listening—not   to   the   sound   of   her   voice,   which   always   came   wrapped   in   silk   and   static—but   to   the   way   her   heartbeat   fluttered   beneath   her   words.   Uneven.   Not   afraid,   but   conflicted.   She   meant   it   this   time.   Or   maybe   she   wanted   to   mean   it.   That   was   the   thing   about   Felicia   —her   truths   were   always   dressed   in   silver   and   shadows,   half-lies   stitched   in   between.   And   Matt?   He’d   always   had   a   weakness   for   that   kind   of   contradiction.

He   turned   away   from   the   rooftop’s   edge,   stepping   closer,   close   enough   that   the   scent   of   her   perfume   hit   him,   sharp   and   clean   like   night   rain.   “I   know,”   he   said   quietly.   “We   shouldn’t.”   A   pause.   His   voice   caught   there,   in   the   should-not   and   the   still-do.   “But   you’re   here   anyway.   And   so   am   I.”   It   wasn’t   defiance.   Not   really.   Just   a   resignation,   maybe   a   shared   guilt.   The   line   between   right   and   wrong   was   easy   in   the   courtroom.   But   up   here,   in   the   dark,   with   her—it   blurred.

Matt’s   hands   curled   into   fists   by   his   side,   the   leather   of   his   gloves   creaking.   “Every   time   we   walk   away,   we   find   an   excuse   to   come   back.   A   job.   A   lead.   A   coincidence.”   He   smiled,   bitter   and   soft,   something   private   folding   into   the   corners   of   his   mouth.   “So   maybe   we   can’t   keep   doing   this.   But   tell   me   what   ‘this’   really   is,   Felicia.   Tell   me   it’s   just   chaos   and   bad   timing.   Or   tell   me   it’s   something   else.”   His   face   tilted   upward,   toward   the   skyline   he   couldn’t   see.   “Because   I   think   if   you   said   stay—I   wouldn’t   argue.”

[lawfear]

my one big complain about born again is that the catholicism aspect of daredevil is pretty much surface level? season 1 of netflix's dd was hard on it and season 3 was pretty much very heavy on the topics of it because it's one of the core's of what matt is and who he is and his relationship with everything around him (specially with topics of the like of suic*de which we know verbally he was contemplating or indirectly by not fighting as he could, murdering the system and laws).

[reihea]

Do you remember what it was like to... to see? Yes, I remember. [...] You know, I'm supposed to say I don't miss it. That's what they teach you in trauma recovery.

DAREDEVIL 1.01 INTO THE RING

[lawfear]

do i even dare how canonically he is said to be an excellent lover and it's because of how his senses help him with how his partner feels and likes.

[loveyazy]

DAREDEVIL: BORN AGAIN (2025-?) 1x09 | Straight to Hell

[reihea]

DAREDEVIL 1.07 STICK

[nightprompts]

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

( this is basically just a very self indulgent list of various fluff, angst, and suggestive themed dialogue sentence starters. )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜

❛ your heart is beating so fast right now. ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you’re not as bad as everyone says you are. ❜

❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜ 

❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜

❛ here, give this a try and tell me what you think. ❜

❛ you can kiss me, you know. ❜

❛ come back to bed. ❜

❛ you look good like this. ❜

❛ working together again, it’s just like old times. ❜

❛ how is it you always know what i need, huh? ❜

❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜ 

❛ i can’t imagine losing someone like that. i’m sorry. ❜

❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

❛ the only one who gets to kill you, is me. ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜

❛ ah, so you aren’t heartless after all. ❜

❛ may i have this dance? ❜ 

❛ it’s okay, you can touch me. i won't break. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ hold still. this might sting a little. ❜

❛ we can't keep doing this. ❜ 

❛ you look like you've got something to say. ❜

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜

❛ thought you’d be lighter without all that blood. ❜

❛ i had it under control. you didn’t need to do that. ❜

❛ everything looks so beautiful from up here. ❜

❛ you treat all your ladies like this? ❜

❛ well? how do i look? ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

❛ do you mind if i smoke? ❜

❛ i’m scared of ending up alone. ❜

❛ i don’t think i’ve ever seen you smile. ❜

❛ how long has it been since you've slept? ❜

❛ you are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous. ❜

❛ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight. ❜

❛ you look really pretty right now. ❜

❛ i’ve never cared for anyone the way i care for you. ❜

❛ i’m not wearing any underwear. thought you’d like to know. ❜

❛ just a few more stitches and you’ll be as good as new. ❜

❛ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❜

❛ i want you to forget this ever happened. ❜

❛ i'm here for business — not pleasure. ❜

❛ if i didn't know any better, i'd say you were jealous. ❜

❛ you'd look better down on your knees. ❜

❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜

❛ kiss me again. ❜

❛ are you asking me out on a date? ❜

❛ just sit there and look pretty and let me handle this. ❜

❛ you okay? caught you staring off into space again. ❜

❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜

❛ i'm not drunk enough for this. ❜ 

❛ why is it whenever we see each other, you’re covered in blood? ❜

❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ 

❛ the first time i met you, i had no idea you'd mean this much. ❜

❛ you gonna be a good girl / boy for me? ❜

❛ i’m not afraid of you. ❜

❛ books mean more to me than people anyway. ❜

❛ i just wanted to say thank you for protecting me. ❜

❛ how about a kiss goodnight? ❜

❛ i don’t have time for distractions right now. ❜

❛ you shouldn’t be out here by yourself. ❜ 

❛ if i have to think about one more thing today, my head will explode. ❜

[lawfear]

He   stood   there,   her   touch   still   lingering   like   the   ghost   of   warmth   on   his   wrist,   her   words   hanging   heavier   in   the   room   than   the   silence   they   left   behind.   The   soft   thud   of   her   coat   landing   on   the   peg,   the   faint   brush   of   her   palm   over   her   eyes—he   caught   it   all.   But   it   was   her   voice   that   held   him   still.   That   cracked,   tired   murmur.   He   hated   how   familiar   it   sounded.

Matt   walked   over,   the   steps   quiet   but   steady,   and   sat   beside   her.   Close,   but   not   too   close.   He   didn’t   want   to   crowd   her—didn’t   want   to   imply   he   had   answers.   He   never   had   those,   not   when   it   counted.   “He   was   everything   to   me,”   he   finally   said,   voice   low,   fingers   knitting   together   as   he   stared   down   at   them.   “My   dad.   Foggy.   You.   I   always   thought   I   could   keep   some   kind   of   hold   on   the   people   I   loved…   if   I   fought   hard   enough.   If   I   suffered   enough.”

He   tilted   his   head,   listening   to   her   breathing—ragged,   restrained.   Still   trying   to   keep   herself   together.   Still   trying   to   protect   him,   even   now.   “You   protect   everyone   so   much   I   can't   help   but   wonder   who   protects   you.”   he   said.   Not   harsh.   Not   defensive.   Just   quiet   truth.   “You   hold   them   together   longer   than   they   deserve   to   last.   Sometimes   you’re   the   only   one   holding   them   at   all.”

He   reached   out,   this   time   it   was   his   turn,   fingers   brushing   lightly   against   hers   in   her   lap.   A   gentle   touch.   Just   enough   to   say:   I’m   here.   “It’s   okay   to   feel   empty,”   he   added,   softer   still.   “It   just   means   you   loved   him   enough   to   feel   the   loss.”   A   pause.   “Grief   is   everlasting.   It   will   get   better,   but   you   don't   have   to   be   alone   on   that   journey.”

[deservetoknow]

It  was  like  a  secret,  just  how  gentle  a  presence  Matt  could  be.  Listening  to  the  enveloping  steadiness  of  his  voice  grounded  Karen  from  the  drift  of  sorrow  which  lead  her  to  walk  at  odd  hours.

You  protect  me,  she  answered  with  thought.  No  matter  her  faults,  her  vexation  or  stubbornness,  Matt  kept  his  promise  from  the  first  day  they  met.

Hot  tears  welled  along  the  rims  of  her  eyes,  blurring  her  vision  until  their  gathered  sadness  tumbled  free,  pitter  pattering  onto  her  hands  and  clinging  like  dew  to  her  lashes.

The  hand  his  touch  skimmed  along  opened  to  turn  and  weave  their  fingers  together.  An  anchor  she  cherished.  Karen  finally  tilted  her  face  to  look  at  him,  lines  of  tears  no  doubt  transpiring  salt  in  the  air  he  tasted.

Her  voice  was  quiet  too,  clearer  than  she  expected.  “How  can  I  ask  you  to  bear  this  journey  with  me?  After  all  the  suffering  you’ve  never  deserved  .  .  .  grief  you’ve  carried  your  whole  life.”

To  reach  out  and  touch  his  face,  Karen  turned  and  tuck  her  legs  up  on  the  couch.  But  instead,  her  hand  drifted,  so  the  pad  of  her  thumb  traced  the  line  of  his  collarbone  up  to  wear  it  disappeared  under  his  shirt.  They  were  all  such  fragile  beings.  “My  dad  .  .  .  lost  my  mom  and  brother.  But  he  chose  to  lose  me.  I  don’t  know  what  path  processing  this  will  create.”

[lawfear]

He   felt   the   tremor   in   her   voice   more   clearly   than   the   words   themselves.   The   raw   truth   of   it   settled   between   them   like   fog,   tender   and   heavy.   He   listened—to   the   slight   shake   in   her   breath,   to   the   shift   of   her   weight   when   she   curled   her   legs   beside   him,   to   the   heartbreaking   honesty   threaded   through   every   syllable.   The   way   her   thumb   traced   the   line   of   his   collarbone   was   almost   unbearably   human.   It   wasn’t   passion.   It   was   presence.   And   Matt   knew   the   weight   of   being   seen   in   that   way—knew   it   was   heavier   than   blood   and   harder   than   bruises   to   carry.

His   head   dipped   slightly,   not   as   a   bow,   not   quite.   But   an   acceptance.   A   vow.   “I’ve   never   carried   anything   alone,”   he   said   softly.   His   voice   was   gravel   and   warmth.   “Not   really.   Not   even   when   I   thought   I   was.   I   just   didn’t   know   how   to   ask   anyone   to   stay.”   He   turned   his   hand,   fingers   curling   tighter   between   hers—not   possessively,   but   steadily,   like   a   knot   in   a   lifeline.

“But   you   did.   You   saw   what   was   broken   and   stayed   anyway.   And   if   you're   asking   me   to   bear   this   with   you—your   grief,   your   father,   the   pieces   you’re   afraid   to   touch—I   will.   I   already   am.”   Matt’s   other   hand   lifted,   searching   gently   until   it   found   her   jaw.   He   touched   it   like   he   was   learning   her   shape   all   over   again—not   with   the   careful   reverence   of   a   man   who   might   lose   her,   but   with   the   rooted   grace   of   someone   who   knew   she   already   belonged.

“You’re   not   a   burden,   Karen,”   he   said,   his   voice   like   a   prayer.   “Your   father   chose   to   loose   you   and   that   will   be   a   regret   he   will   be   burden.   He   is   missing   out   on   a   extraordinary   woman,   who   does   evertyhign   to   help   those   she   loves.   And   I   pity   him.”

[lawfear]

i need people finding he is daredevil and just being worried sick about him. bonus if its a significant other.