#daredevil drabble

[buckybossanova]

hahahahahahha...haha...ha....

sweaty matt murdock has taken over my brain. i just want to lick him, honestly. can you imagine? i can. (im so nasty im sorry) (mdni, we lick matt...duh, oral m!receiving, not proofread)

he comes home after a session at fogwells. sweaty. glistening. tempting. all you want to do is lick him, and who is he to deny you of that?

the answer is nobody. the moment your tongue makes contact with your skin, he melts. the sweat is salty on your tongue in the best way. from his chest, it trails all the way down to the waistband of his shorts.

you're impatient and desperate, shoving his pants down along with his boxers to reveal his cock. matt tries his best to be a gentleman.

"i'm not exactly the cleanest right now, angel. let me just-"

his sentence is interrupted by a soft lick from the base of his shaft to his tip. you press a kiss where your tongue stops. his breathing hitches, and he's about to protest more before you interrupt him again.

"shhhh.....being dirty is the point."

that shuts him up for good. well, kind of. he's definitely not quiet once you take in all of him. your mouth is warm around him; your tongue swirls and licks as you bob your head up, down and up again slowly. teasingly. with a soft suck of this tip every time you reach it.

his hand makes it way to the back of your head. not pushing, just supporting himself as his legs buckle from pleasure. speaking of support, one of your hands is bracing on his thigh. the other is unoccupied. you decide to change that.

you drag your palm up his thigh to his balls. once there, your hands move on instinct: cupping, fondling, anything to make him feel good.

you can tell he gets close when his hips start to thrust irregularly into your mouth. before he can finish, you pull back. a string of spit connects your lips to his tip. he can't finish. not yet. not when you've just gotten started.

matts chest rises and falls as he catches his breath. he knows whats coming, and plans on doing nothing to stop it, because what a way to welcome him home, right?

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i have tumblr because my friends are sick of hearing me talk about how i want to suck fictional dick

@smogs-x dis ones 4 u

[lovelybucky1]

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

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

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

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

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

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

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Drive (Smut/18+)

Five Years(Frank Castle x Matt Murdock)

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Who We Are and Who We Want to Be (Angst/Comfort)

A Hell's Kitchen Christmas(Fluff)

Rate My Professor(Smut/18+)

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Matt When You're on Your Period

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[devilfic]

More matt content?

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

My mind is plastered with this man, god-

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

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

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

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

“What color is it?”

“Crimson.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[traveller-of-the-knight]

Not me imagining Jake, Matt and Frank forming a new team and living together and hanging out with Karen and Foggy and Jessica and beating bad guys and having many emotional venerable moments and hugs and dancing to calm themselves down for the stress of saving Manhattan and going on trips and get drunk and stupid together and do everything and risk their lives for eachother and and and MY BABIES!!!

[mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment]

Quick little headcanon that just popped into my head…all very rough...just a drabble…and not to be taken too seriously. I haven't read the comics either, so I've nooo idea if this was ever a story line. Oh, and let's say this is black suit Matt because I'm not sure whether a bullet would penetrate the red one!! :P

Anyhoo...

…scene starts off with a female newsreader…

“The body of the masked vigilante known as Daredevil was found late last night with a fatal gunshot wound to the chest. He has since been identified as Matthew Murdock, a lawyer from Hell’s Kitchen. But the fact that Matthew Murdock has been legally blind since the age of nine, when he was blinded by chemicals in a road accident, made the incredible feats of his alter ego all the more astonishing…”

Karen switches off the TV, tears running down her face. Foggy sits numbly beside her. 

Matt was gone. The thing they most feared had finally happened. They were never going to see him again. 

Ah, but what if….

His body is stolen from the morgue by The Hand.

Because Matt, not Elektra, is in fact, the true Black Sky. 

[beyondspaceandstars]

new year's eve with matt

A/N - i’m sitting around waiting for midnight and just had some little thoughts about what it would be like to celebrate new years eve with boyfriend!matt murdock <3 this is a really short, quick, unedited thing i thought would be fun to do so i hope y'all enjoy! i am also a little tipsy writing this so hope it makes sense

I feel like new years with Matt would be small but so meaningful

at first, you two would be like "we're staying in" because, well, new york seems hectic on new years eve no matter where you are

but then by like 8pm, maybe even 9pm, Foggy and Karen come knocking on the door wondering where you guys are and what you're doing

then you two have no choice but to give in and next thing you know you're squeezing into the crowded bar, sipping beers and taking shots every now and then

as the drinks and minutes flow, i think Matt would become more and more loving, physically

something about him screams that he's a happy, touchy drunk. a couple of heavy drinks in him and he's headed straight for you to caress your waist or draw patterns on the back of your hand

he does this relentlessly as you try to kick ass in pool no matter how many times you playfully reprimand him for his wandering hands

overall, going out is nice. you get to catch up with everyone, have some drinks, and get ready to bring in the new year

right before the new year rings in, though, you and Matt would slip away from the crowd

it'd be Matt who would initiate this little sneaking away but you happily went along with it

"it's a little stuffy in here isn't it?" Matt would ask, his words saying so much yet so little. you couldn't help but giggle. "it is, honey."

Matt would eagerly grab your hand and avoid all questions or looks as he'd drag you out into the cool, fresh winter new york night. there were a few other bustling around but mostly, it was strangely calm for the city during the holidays. but you'd take it over anything else any day

you two would scurry along to some alleyway and Matt would hand you a beer he had swiped from the bar before stepping out. it was adorable and hilarious.

"you're stealing now, Murdock? that's not what good, catholic boys do." "actually, I believe the words you're looking for are 'thank you.'"

you'd lean against the brick wall of some building as you'd open your beers. the minutes ticked down slowly to midnight. Matt would probably be very aware of how close it was to the new year just from hearing the chanting countdown across the city. but he wouldn't say anything to you.

"how long until midnight?" he'd ask you in a very husky whisper as he leaned into you. you'd check your phone and say, "under a minute, I think." but you couldn't pay much attention. you were so caught up in the buzz from the alcohol and the high from your boyfriend.

this wasn't your first new year together but something about it felt different and right. this was gonna be a good year. you sensed it with every bone in your body.

your relationship was at its best and you were beyond thankful to get to spend another year with him. it was almost unbelievable how perfect life had become.

Matt would soon tune back into the countdown and begin whispering it in your ear, following along as the entire city seemed to scream out numbers in synchronous chanting

"five... four... three..."

but before he could even get to one, you'd pull him in for a kiss - a very passionate new years kiss. and Matt certainly wouldn't protest.

yells, cheers, and fireworks popped off all around you two but none of it mattered at all. you didn't hear any of it as you were completely engulfed in your boyfriend.

you'd literally end one year and begin the next wrapped in Matt's hold, completely loved by him, and what could be better than that?

finally, after an intense minute or so, you'd force yourself to pull away for quick air. "happy new year," you'd mutter. Matt would chuckle and say, "happy new year, sweetheart."

[chvoswxtch]

Ok I've been trying to figure out what I wanted to request so of course I'm trying to get these in on the last day.

So I'm thinking Red (but if you're more inspired by Midnights, I wouldn't complain) for our Saint Matthew with the lyrics

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you

from The Night We Met by Lord Huron.

Idk I'm feeling like I want the pain!

ughhhhh I fucking love this song so much and I never thought about it before but this is definitely a saint matthew song

I went with red (I feel like it hurts more when it's shorter) and packed in all the angst and pain I could manage in a few short sad words 💔

drabble below the cut

the night we met (matt's version)

I had all and then most of you / some and now none of you

It had all been so perfect, until Matt let you slip through his fingers like delicate sand through the eye of an hourglass. He hadn’t been paying attention to anything but his own distorted and haunted reflection. He realized too late that your time had run out, and that you weren’t willing to start over again. In the midst of his self righteous crusade, he missed that you had already restarted the hour a thousand times already.

And with every grain of sand that fell, a piece of you was lost along with it.

He was always pushing it. Just one more rescheduled dinner to win this case. Just one more sleepless night alone in bed to bust this drug trafficking ring. Matt was constantly bargaining, trading recycled apologies and empty promises for just a little more time. In the back of his mind he knew that eventually, time would run out.

He just never thought it would be tonight.

He didn’t think he’d be able to tell from three blocks away that every trace of you, every tangible shred of evidence that you had been there, would be gone. That the apartment would feel colder without the warmth of your affection. That his pillow would smell like stale fabric instead of your apple scented shampoo. That there would be nothing to sleep next to tonight except the consequences of his own mistakes. That the only thing he could taste of you was the saltwater that stained the threshold in front of the door where you had finally reached the limit he had pushed you away to.

Matt wished he could’ve done it all differently.

He wished he could go back to the night you met.

Maybe he would’ve saved you from himself.

Or maybe he would’ve let you save him.