staying overnight to get some NASTYYYY headcanons for matt… don’t mind me.. just the usual thirsting over
CONGRATULATIONS ON 6K FOLLOWERS COURT!!! you deserve it like nobody else 🖤
THANK YOU SO MUCH BABY 🖤
this is perfect timing bc it's ovulation week for me and there's nothing I love more than slutting out matthew manwhore murdock
as a reminder, staying overnight means it's spicy! (minors dni)
headcannon below the cut
matt murdock likes it when you beg
we all know this man is a cocky fucker and obviously that extends into the bedroom and you know what I can't even fault him bc that dick is big and he knows your body better than you do
we also know he's a fucking tease so of course he gets off on making you beg
when you're in the booth at the back of josie's, and his hand wanders under your skirt, he just grins when you clamp your thighs around his hand and grip his forearm to try and push him away, your eyes darting over towards the bar where foggy and karen are getting the next round of drinks
"c'mon angel, you know I can be quick. let me play a little."
and once he tugs your panties to the side and starts out rubbing quick circles over your clit, he smirks against your neck, getting you just close enough to the edge before slowing to a torturous pace that has you whimpering and trembling, protesting immediately
"did you change your mind, sweetheart? I thought you were worried about getting caught. you want me to keep going, hm? ask me nicely."
oh and his absolute favorite is when you're mad at him, all worked up from an argument over something that was his fault, bc let's be honest it usually is
and the angrier you are, the more fun the game is for him. the second you see that look in his eyes, and that arrogant smirk starting to stretch across his lips, you know he's riling you up on purpose, and he loves sensing the moment you realize what he's doing
every step you take backwards, he takes a predatory step further, and your immediate "matthew, I swear to god" just makes that devilish grin grow even wider. he doesn't even attempt to act innocent anymore
you both know he's going to wear you down. he knows how to make you melt for him. he can do it with just a few filthy whispered words in his daredevil voice that he knows gets to you every single time
the second he smells that delectable scent of arousal coming from between your thighs, he knows he's won already
"you can pretend to be upset all you want, sweetheart, but I can smell how wet you already are. let me make it up to you."
and he doesn't just tease you a little to get his way, oh no, he makes it a point to drive you absolutely insane, to break you down into a needy mess, bc he loves to hear you beg for him
he'll bind your hands behind your back with his tie and bend you over the dining table, sinking to his knees to eat you out from behind, alternating between suctioning his lips around your clit and languid savoring licks until you're grinding your hips back against his face and whining
"oh, you want more? I thought you were mad at me baby? does this pretty pussy need to cum? beg me for it."
and he likes to pin you down to the bed, your hands held captive above your head, fucking you with slow deep strokes that make your eyes roll back, giving you just enough to drive you crazy but not enough to build up a climax
"what, you need it deeper? say it. tell me you need it deeper. c'mon angel, be a good girl and let me hear it."
it's hard for him to hold back, to not just give in and fuck you senseless like he wants to, but god hearing how desperate you are for him and how much you need him makes his cock twitch inside you
"that's it, keep begging for me, sweetheart. keep telling me how much you need my cock. such a good girl telling me what I wanna hear. good girls get what they want, don't they?"
when you're about to cum is his favorite part, bc he'll hold back until you're an absolute mess, keeping your hands pinned above your head so you can't pull him closer, keeping his hips firmly flushed against yours so you can't fuck yourself on him. he'll pull out all the way until just the tip remains, give you teasing shallow thrusts, avoiding stimulating your clit, grazing his teeth along your pulse point
"louder. louder. c'mon baby, let the whole goddamn building hear you. that's it...god, I love hearing my name from those pretty lips. you need me so bad, don't you? mm, I know you do, angel. I got you."
in conclusion I need a cold shower and a cigarette
most of these will be noah kahan just a heads up but I can talk about these for HOURSSSS. just me analyzing matt and some songs and making a verbal venn diagram.
song 1: No Complaints by Noah Kahan
I thought I had somethin'
And that's the same as havin' somethin'
matt constantly, CONSTANTLY grasping at whatever connection he can get. foggy, father lantom, elektra, karen, claire... the list goes on. but i really see this as him and elektra. him desperately searching for goodness in her that may or may not even be there but he still so ferverently believes in her, that there's something there, something permanent, esp when he was in college.
I'd get mad at nothin', blame my dad for somethin'
I pull no punches, then feel bad for months
he has. so much anger. towards himself, towards his parents, towards god... sometimes he just needs to pin the blame on something. him getting to worked up one night and doing more damage than necessary and then berating himself for it for months. got that Catholic Guilt fr
Mm, thought I was raised better, tried to fake better
impostor syndrome, anyone? he constantly feels like he's not what his dad would've wanted him to be and again, So Much Guilt is in that man. his dad didn't want him to be a fighter and that's literally All He Does. pobrecito hates himself so much for not living up to his father's expectations of him.
Tried to blame weather and escape better
Hope the skin heals where the pain enters
GODDDDD THE SYMBOLYSM HERE. hope the skin heals where the pain enters. are u kidding me. i have never heard something more daredevil. the physical and emotional pain he's in constantly, the way that when things get bad for him he uses vigilantism as a form of self harm, especially in season 3 when he tries to off himself by getting those guys to kill him.
But I finally got sewed up
I set a time, then I showed up
Now the weight of the world ain't so bad
all the times he tries to fix his relationships. when he's destroying friendships left and right (foggy and karen), flaking on them, placing daredevil as his highest priority and then when he realizes he's being an ass he does his best to show up??? trying so hard to be better for them because they don't deserve the way he's been treating them, only for the cycle to repeat itself? oh my god.
I saw the end, it looks just like the middle
Got a paper and pen and a page with no space
Him realizing every now and again that nothing changes, the city will always have a new threat and his work will never be done. everything stays the exact same. the end looks just like the middle. GOD.
I filled the hole in my head with prescription medication
And forgot how to cry, who am I to complain?
he does self medicate, just not with substances. his drug is being daredevil. he gets frustrated? daredevil. sad? daredevil. angry? daredevil. that's his only outlet, the only time he feels like he's truly being himself. and that man represses so aggressively and feels like he has no right to feel the way he does. again, catholic guilt. "other people have it worse" NO matt. you are in hell.
And now the pain's different
It still exists, it just escapes different
And evades vision, makes the rain different
Makes the news boring and my rage distant
when he gets bad, he gets BAD. mf is depressed. depressed squared. everything dulls around him, he's feeling things at an arms length.
Yes, I'm young and living dreams
In love with being noticed and afraid of being seen
his playboy side loves the attention he gets, especially in college, but he's terrified of someone truly knowing him. sure, get close on a surface level, but he's so guarded about anyone fully and wholly knowing him. he's terrified of losing more people.
But I can finally eat and I can fall asleep
It's fine, fine, fine
denial is a river in egypt. he's Fine, he swears. everything is Normal and he is Functioning. everything is FINE. but it's not. hes a mess and he's barely holding it together and the only thing he's trying for is the people around him so when he's alone because he pushes everyone away it's dangerous. he doesn't have to keep up appearances, he can just rot away and daredevil until he gets too injured even though he'll probably keep going after that.
thank you for your time this has been me psychoanalyzing my husband
i'd love a spicy little stay over at the catacombs of paris with priest!matt and someone new at his church... someone who has become quite the problem with how distracting her presence is to him…
priest matty how i've missed you so, it's gonna hit every single time
as a reminder, staying overnight means it's spicy! (minors dni)
headcannon below the cut
matt murdock is a really good priest
matt always knows whenever there's a new member in the church. they come with a new distinct smell, an unfamiliar heartbeat, and a novel noice confessing sins and requesting prayers
the day you first walk in, matt notices, of course he does. he notices everything. but you leave a lingering impression for an entirely different reason other than novelty
matt has had his fair share of intermittent struggles with his faith, ebbs and flows of devout belief and spirals of questioning, but the day you start coming to his church poses a new conflict
you don't challenge his belief in his faith, you challenge his commitment to it, bc the moment you introduced yourself and he heard "father murdock" slip past your lips, all he's wanted to do is slip his cock past them instead
it's hard to focus on his sermon when he's so hyper aware of you, when your sweet scent stands out above the rest, and lingers for days after. he finds himself seeking out your usual spot in the fourth pew after hours, just to indulge in the phantom of your presence, holding him over like an addict waiting for their next fix while teasingly palming himself through his pants
your melodic voice echoes in his head when he's alone, and he lets his imagination run wild with fantasies, crafting lines he'd beg to hear you deliver in seductive whispers
when you're on your knees in prayer, he wishes it was for him, wishes he could thread his fingers in your hair while you worship him with that perfect mouth and make his eyes roll up to the heavens
he doesn't let his mind dwell on how inappropriate his sinful thoughts are, doesn't indulge in his guilt, bc matt knows these temptations aren't one sided. he can hear the uptick in your heart's rhythm when he says your name in an intentional intimate voice, feel the heat that rises in your cheeks when he flashes you a smile that could be flirty or charming depending on interpretation, the forced casual tone when you accept his offer to stay for coffee and conversation that always drifts from theology to more personal topics
and then there was the day that you came in and matt could smell your pussy on your fingers. the scent of it and the knowledge that you'd touched yourself, last night from what he could tell, the delectable scent still fresh even after your hands being washed with apple scented soap, had driven him feral
he desperately wanted to know what you'd been thinking about while you'd played with yourself, if it was him you thought about while doing it, if his name had fallen from your lips in needy whimpers or breathy moans, if his presence in your fantasy had aided in making you come
it took every ounce of self control not to grab you and drag you into one of the confessionals, or his office in the back, demanding every dirty detail, and he had to stand in front of the podium the entire sermon to hide how hard he was
every time his thoughts drifted to you, his hand wandered down to his cock, almost of its own volition, and as the weeks passed, it got harder and harder to satisfy the ache with fantasies alone
it wouldn't be the first vow to god he'd broken, not nearly the worst either, and the more time he spent around you, the stronger his desire became to break his commitment to abstinence
spreading you open wouldn't affect his ability to spread the word of god, and he could always seek penance later. besides, he'd had a habit of acting first and seeking forgiveness later his whole life, and god was supposed to forgive all sins, so what was the harm in indulging a little?
in conclusion if he was a priest i'd be in the front row every sunday
One more stay at the catacombs of Paris because I can’t get enough of that place! Have you ever played around with the fantasy of Matt being your lawyer? Idk but it could be fun… slutty little lawyer coming to your rescue when you can’t afford proper help… yes yes yes yeeessss
bc i'm messy, and so is matt, we're making this a divorce case bc it sounds sexy to me
headcannon below the cut
matt murdock is a really good lawyer
matt has never liked it when the wealthy take advantage of people with less resources than them, using their money and power to bully people into submission, which was a big part of his decision to coax foggy into leaving landman and zack to start their own firm to help people that truly need it instead of protecting rich corrupt assholes
so when you show up at nelson, murdock & page trying to find a lawyer you can afford to help you with your messy divorce, you instantly have matt's sympathy, and his attention
divorce cases weren't something they normally handled, but you'd sounded so defeated and upset when you'd told him the details of what you were going through that he'd made an exception
at the beginning of your marriage, your husband had told you that you didn't have to work if you didn't want to, that he'd take care of you bc he came from a wealthy family and money wasn't an issue. you'd thought it had been an offer out of love, and it had left you free to spend your days volunteering at different places, organizing charity events, and enjoying your hobbies, but it had all been an illusion of control
your husband had felt entitled to your loyalty, thinking bc he took care of you financially that he was justified in his infidelity, and arrogantly believed that bc you had nothing without him, you couldn't leave him
needless to say when you told him you wanted a divorce, he retaliated with pure cruelty. he'd kicked you out, removed you from the joint bank account, threatened you multiple times, and either bribed every law firm in the city to not work with you or threatened them if they even considered it
little did that asshole know matt couldn't be swayed with bribery or idle threats. if anything, it just made him want to take the fucker down in court even more
while you'd signed a prenup, the bastard had been so overzealous in his belief you'd never walk away that he'd forgotten there was an infidelity clause, which worked in your favor. getting proof of his various affairs from jessica was one of the easiest jobs she'd ever done, and she'd been happy to do it for free
and throughout the process, matt was there to reassure your anxieties about the case
"even though your name isn't on the dead to the house, because you're married, it's considered a joint property. it's illegal for him to kick you out and change the locks without a court order. there's also the infidelity clause he violated, which we have evidence of. now, I think he's cocky and vindictive enough to pursue the case without settling, but he's gonna lose."
he kept you involved every step of the way, met you in coffee shops instead of the office sometimes bc he noticed you were more relaxed in a setting that didn't remind you of what you were going through, even though it was the main topic of discussion
but he sprinkled in more personal conversation, asking you about your upbringing, sharing a bit of his own. he listened to your heart's rhythm settle into something more relaxed when you spoke about the things you were passionate about, the volunteering and charity work, all your little hobbies
matt would also try to crack jokes, little lighthearted banter just to get you to smile. it felt like a victory every time he was successful, gifted with that melodic sound of your laughter
"you know, we could probably make a good case for emotional damages. i'm pretty sure I could even make an argument for wasting your time."
he could tell this wasn't about the money for you, and that endeared him to you even more. you weren't retaliating back, even though you had every right to. you weren't trying to milk your ex husband for every penny, you didn't even care about getting half of what he owned. all you wanted was safety and security, to have enough to comfortably start over and take care of yourself
this was about betrayal for you, in more ways than one, and you were genuinely devastated. your entire life had been upended, you realized in one disastrous moment your whole marriage had been a lie, and now you were dealing with malicious fallout when you'd done nothing wrong
matt had a natural protective instinct, it was who he was at his core, and why he put on both suits, but with you it felt more personal, and it became more personal with every interaction and every word as he got to know you on a deeper level
he could tell how anxious you were when the court date came, your heart fluttering in your ribcage like a hummingbird's wings, coristol flooding your nervous system, your refusal to even look in your ex husband's direction, who was sitting smugly next to his hotshot lawyer who also had a cocky smirk that matt wanted to smack off. and he would, verbally
matt reached out to place his hand on top of yours, which was resting on your bouncing knee, the anxious action halted by his reassuring touch. he gave it a gentle squeeze as he leaned in to whisper in your ear
"everything's gonna be okay. trust me, sweetheart."
he let your ex husband's lawyer take the lead. it was always satisfying to him to let his opponent show all their cards first, to waltz around the courtroom and flaunt their arrogance, letting them think they had an airtight open and shut case. he sat there calmly the whole time, a subtle smirk present on his lips, just waiting for his opportunity to go for the jugular
when it was his turn, matt took his time standing up and unfolding his cane, slipping one hand in his pocket casually as he walked to the front of the court room with all the ease of taking an afternoon stroll
he started off with a nonchalant tone, presenting the facts with objectivity, and slowly let his aggression build as he began to lay his own cards on the table one by one. he could sense the two men getting antsy when he presented the evidence of the illegal act of kicking out his wife and restricting her access to their home, and let his passion seep into his tone as he presented the cherry on top; the violation of the infidelity clause in the prenup
jessica had captured all the various affairs in photos, texts, voice recordings, and even two videos. solid concrete evidence that couldn't be denied or refuted, and left the hotshot lawyer stammering and trying to pull an excuse out of his ass
matt heard the judge's decision in her body language and the hum of disapproval before she even announced her ruling, in your favor of course, which made that devilish smirk stretch wide across his lips
"thank you, your honor."
he couldn't resist stopping by the two men, their arrogance now deflated with defeat, letting his own smugness resonate with his cadence
"should've taken the settlement. next time you want to get away with being a piece of shit, you could at least try to not get caught."
he doesn't let you pay him any of what you win from the case, which you immediately try to protest, insisting on compensating him for his help, bc without him none of this would have been possible
"you need the money more than I do. that's your fresh start."
besides, matt doesn't want your money, he wants something else instead, so when you insist yet again on paying him somehow, he just flashes you a dazzling grin
oi, matt! can i get a macchiato? mayhaps over ice if that’s what the barista has to offer today….
matt x assistant!reader at nelson and murdock is one of my favourite flavours ever. i just neeeeed your take on it.
you know I had to kick off the celebration with this slut (works for you or matty) <3 also just so you know I could've kept going with this forever but tumblr told me to shut up bc apparently there's a word limit on answering asks but you get the picture ;)
as a reminder, over ice means it's spicy ! (minors dni)
headcannon below the cut
matt murdock is an hr nightmare
when foggy mentions that nelson & murdock could desperately use an assistant since karen is now at the bulletin, before matt even has a chance to speak, foggy is warning him to keep his dick in his pants
and when matt pulls that face (you know the one, the "she wanted to teach me" look of faux innocence) foggy reminds matt that not only is he a whore but he also has a history of being tempted by forbidden fruit (he probably fucked all the female interns at landman and zack, and then there's karen who he would've slept with if frank & elektra hadn't shown up but that's a different story for a different day)
matt does the lil "i cross my heart" thing and swears to foggy that he won't get involved with the new assistant
he also makes this promise to himself bc let's face it he's a human disaster who's life is constantly falling apart and the last thing he needs is drama that could've been avoided if he thought with the right head
but then the day of the interviews arrive and you walk in the room, and matt knows at that moment that he is completely fucked
your scent hits him first, something soft and subtle, a breath of fresh air from the stuffy office smell and the lingering assault of pungent perfume left behind by other candidates that had given him a dull headache
then it's your voice, god your voice, it's the most melodious sound he's ever heard. it's gentle but crisp, and your alluring intonation has him hanging onto your every word, especially his name that fell from your lips in greeting
touching your hand nearly does him in, bc getting to feel your smooth skin caress his rough palm makes it even worse. there's a an electric spark that tingles in his fingertips and shoots throughout the rest of his body, and he finds himself wondering if you feel it too, but then catches himself and quickly plasters on a professional appearance
it was one thing that every single thing about your existence drew him in, but the fact that you were also intelligent and well-spoken, deeply passionate and genuinely empathetic, while also quick to craft clever responses without your sharp wit coming off as ostentatious just made matt want you more
matt was uncharacteristically quiet while foggy asked most of the questions, to which you gave perfect answers, and occasionally chimed in with a few of his own just to redirect your attention where he wanted it: on him
by the end of the interview, foggy was sold on you, and so was matt, but for duplicitious reasons
matt tries so hard to keep his promise, but fuck do you make it (and him) hard. he makes a point to never be alone with you in the office. if a round at josie's is suggested, he makes sure foggy or karen will also be there. he tries to balance between being friendly while also being professional, trying to find the invisible line that crosses from innocent inquisitions to dangerous territory
he does his best not to initiate physical contact, which proves to be difficult, bc you're a hugger and always politely offering matt your arm to guide him whenever you go anywhere
you're so kind and thoughtful and treat him the exact way you treat everyone else and it makes him want to put his head through a wall bc every day that he spends with you makes this attraction worse and worse and he can't tell if it's purely physical or if it goes deeper than that
and then one day he just fucking snaps
matt has a really bad day. a lead he'd been working on for weeks ended up being a dead end, and matt had taken his frustration out on some petty thug in an alley, but it wasn't enough. he'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed, late at that, to a handful of voicemails from a pissed off foggy. it had been a grueling day in court, all of his senses were overwhelmed, and he had so much pent up tension in his body that he felt stiff
he was so wrapped up in himself that when he walked through the door of the office, he didn't realize he'd broken his own rule: never be alone with you
as soon as he realizes his mistake, he heads towards his office, returning your polite greeting with a grunt of acknowledgement. he hoped that you'd leave it alone, that you'd say something like you were just about to leave, and he'd be spared from you coming closer. but you being you, noticing every little detail and having learned to read matt, could tell something was off
you just wanted to help. you always just wanted to help, and matt loved that about you, but right now, it was only making this more difficult for him bc his self restraint was deteriorating
and then you gently touched his shoulder and matt let out a groan bc he could smell what you'd done the night previously. the scent of your arousal was still embedded in your skin even though you'd washed your hands several times, and the scent of soap was almost nonexistent as matt's nose focused solely on the delectable scent of your pussy on your own fingers
he'd made himself come many times to the thought of you over the last few months, but knowing that you'd fingered yourself last night possibly to the thought of him is what broke his resolve
matt didn't need his heightened senses to know you were attracted to him, that you felt something for him too. he knew it because he knew you, and sometimes you were obvious even when you thought you were being subtle for the sake of both your friendship and your professional reputation
before either of you could process what was happening, matt was devouring your mouth in a heated kiss, your blouse was halfway unbuttoned, just enough for him to pull down the cups of your bra to leave your tits spilling into his welcoming hands. your soft whimpers echoed around the empty office as he toyed with your nipples while assaulting your neck with his teeth and tongue
in record time you were bent over his desk, skirt bunched up around your hips, panties caught around your calves, and matt was pulling down his zipper to free his fully hard cock
the immense relief he felt as he sank into you fully from behind nearly brought him to his knees. he didn't know if it was the heightened allure of having something he wasn't supposed to, or how perfectly your tight cunt enveloped his thick cock, but he quickly got lost in your warm walls like a dazzling labyrinth he never wanted to escape
you were so fucking wet that it was obscene the noises your pussy made welcoming his cock as he pounded into you over and over and over again. but his favorite sound was you chanting his name, desperately pleading for more, which he was all too happy to oblige
you took him so well, your pussy enveloping his cock in a greedy manner, not allowing him the chance to slip out despite how soaked you were. he reached as deep as your body would allow and fucked you relentlessly like a madman on a mission
his rough hands gripped your hips in a bruising manner, and he was completely lost in a fog of lust. it didn't take long for either of you to come undone and it finally clicked for matt that he wasn't the only one that had been depriving himself for the sake of not crossing a boundary when your cunt tightened around his cock before flooding him with your release
matt waited until the absolute last possible second, swiftly pulling out with a hiss as he replaced your pussy with his right hand, stroking his cock at an inhuman speed just a few times before coating your ass in ropes of his come
he collapsed in his chair, but not without wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you down with him. the sound of heavy panting filled his office, and the air was humid and drenched in the scent of sex. matt nuzzled his face into your neck, hugging your back to his chest while the two of you attempted to catch your breath
he's able to pick up on the fact that your heart is still racing not bc of the incredible spontaneous sex, but also out of anxiety about what happens next, so matt decides to break the silence first
"I uh...know this is kinda backwards but, I was wondering if I could take you to dinner?"
romcom- headcannons (request a director’s cut to make it spicy)
i just wanna see how matt reacts when you accidentally say that you love him for the first time
matthew "abandonment issues & touch starved" murdock would short circuit so let's talk about it
headcannon below the cut
moonstruck starring matt murdock
i'm going with college matty for this one bc he's cute and I said so
let's just say the two of you have been dating for awhile. matt knows that you care about him. he can hear it in your voice, he can feel it in your touch, he can literally hear your heartbeat, he knows how your body reacts when he's around, like he knows
but matt "my dna is made of catholic guilt and I don't think i'm good enough for anyone and deserve nothing good in this world" murdock is not someone who communicates his feelings (at all) very well. so even though he feels it, he doesn't say it, bc he doesn't know how, but also bc he's worried it might freak you out
but even though he has those heightened senses, he can't read your mind. so he doesn't know that you're waiting for him to say those three little words first, bc you don't wanna freak him out either
so both of you are kinda tiptoeing around it and finding ways to say it without saying it
but one night, you're in matt's dorm, and you're helping him study for a mock trial. he's supposed to be taking it seriously, but the two of you have also been splitting a bottle of wine, so he's making up bullshit arguments on the spot that are making you laugh, and now you're both just playfully arguing bc you're both stubborn
"objection-"
a loud laugh bubbles in your chest, and your stomach aches from laughing so hard
"what do you mean objection? no, bullshit. I was right and you know it."
matt's amusement fills the entire dorm as he nearly doubles over, shaking his head and trying not to spill his wine on his sheets from his shoulders shaking from his full body laughter
"you can't say bullshit in court, you'll get held in contempt."
rolling your eyes with a grin, you lightly shoved at his shoulder and took a sip of your wine
"i'm gonna hold you in contempt for being a pain in the ass. what kind of law firm are you running here?"
matt's sightless gaze fixes in your general direction, his soft lips spreading into that stupid charming cocky grin that makes you feel dizzy, his dimples deepening in his cheeks
"a really good one."
rolling your eyes again, you let out another soft laugh as you brought your wine to your lips
"I love you."
as soon as the words left your mouth you froze, and so did matt. they just slipped out. you hadn't meant for them to, even though it was true. and now they were hanging heavily in the silence. you'd seen how matt had almost stiffened, his grin disappearing, a concoction of surprise and shock on his face
the words had caught him off guard, and for a second he thought maybe he had imagined it. the way you had frozen up too clued him into the fact that those words had slipped out on accident. but he was less focused on the fact that they had just slipped out and more focused on the fact that you meant it
your heart was pounding rapidly in your chest now, like a hummingbird was stuck in your ribcage, but it had been steady before. when those words came out of your mouth, it was with ease and conviction. it was real
the longer matt was silent, the more your panic began to rise, fear spreading through the branches of your nervous system that you might have just fucked this all up. your brain scrambled to come up with damage control. setting the glass of wine down on his nighstand, you swallowed thicky and turned to face him fully
"you don't have to say it b-"
matt didn't give you a chance to finish that sentence. as soon as you started speaking he reached over to set his own wine glass down and then grabbed your face to capture your lips in a deep kiss
the emotions building up in his chest were so strong, so overwhelming, it would've brought him to his knees if he wasn't sitting down. you loved him. you loved him. he was kissing you like he wanted to devour you, and he did
breaking the kiss for just a moment, he panted against your lips he murmured a husky whisper
"I love you."
he wanted to say so much more. he wanted to tell you everything that was in his heart, everything he's been holding back. but matt was a man of action, and he wanted to show you instead
pushing you to lay on your back, matt settled over you, taking his home between your hips, prepared to spend the rest of the evening showing you just how much he loved you
Holy shit! 5k?! That’s insane Court! So happy for you 🩷
Can I request a lovely romcom of our little red devil in a relationship with a healthcare professional? Throw in a directors cut for fun if you want 😉
Literally up to my eyes in nursing school rn and I need me some Matt to calm the chaos a little
my sweet baby fernie, you can have whatever you want
i'm sure you're kicking ass in nursing school BUT your darling matthew would like you to come home and take a break so pls step into his apartment below 🖤
as a reminder, director's cut means it's spicy ! (minors dni)
headcannon below the cut
say anything starring matt murdock
matt thought he never slowed down until he met you. sure he spent his days in a court room & his nights on the streets trying to help people, but you spent your days and nights in a hospital helping people in a different way. you also spent some of those nights treating him more like a patient than a boyfriend when he pushed himself too hard
he couldn't remember the last time the two of you had spent a night alone together, no pages from the hospital, and no criminal activity happening three blocks away
the two of you had both been working too much lately, and matt knew you wouldn't feel like going out, but he still wanted to do something special for you. he was starting to get worried about you pushing yourself too much, which was hypocritical coming from him, but he wanted to protect you in any way he could, even if that meant protecting you from your own brain for a bit
he'd formed a plan, and the second you walked through the door of his apartment, it was in action. before you even had a chance to speak, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss, making whatever words you were gonna say evaporate on your tongue
instantly, you melted into him, and he gladly supported the weight of your body as he kicked the door shut and locked it. this was a good start. he slipped your bag off your shoulder without you even realizing, and began to slowly walk you backwards towards his bedroom
matt knew your body like the back of his hand. he knew which spots were sensitive, and what would turn you into putty in his hands, which is what he wanted. he trailed his gentle kisses along your jaw and murmured in your ear
"ran a bath."
a soft hum left your lips as you instinctively tilted your head to the side, relaxing into the comfort of his warm body and strong arms, letting his familiar scent envelop you
"sounds nice."
the water was nice and hot when matt helped lower you into it slowly, instantly soothing your aching muscles. he'd turned the lights off in the bathroom. he didn't need them, and all he wanted you to do was close your eyes and relax
his firm chest was warm against your back as he sat behind you, his legs on either side of yours. he took his time lathering your body with your body wash, applying a little pressure to massage your neck and shoulders, his callused hands cleansing every inch of you
his blunt nails lightly scratched your scalp, making you relax further against him, while he washed your hair for you gently. he paid attention to your heart rate and your breathing, noting that you were almost on the verge of falling asleep right there. but he wasn't done with you
a soft sharp intake of breath sounded from you when his hands slowly slid up your stomach towards your breasts, cupping them gently, and just briefly brushing his thumbs over your sensitive nipples, making them harden instantly
he did it again, and your hands faintly gripped his firm thighs, your back arching slightly. he pressed his lips against your neck in a soft kiss, whispering in a husky voice
"shh, just relax for me, sweetheart."
matt continued to gently toy with your nipples while trailing open mouthed kisses down your neck, enjoying the way you weakly squirmed in his lap, the scent of your arousal seeping between your thighs taking precedence over everything else
his hands slowly traveled down towards your thighs, gently squeezing and massaging before wrapping one arm around you and holding you against his chest while his other hand slipped between your thighs
he took his time, slowly tracing his middle finger around your clit, not to tease you, but to draw out every ounce of pleasure. he continued to kiss along your neck and your jawline, murmuring sweet nothings into your ear
he nuzzled his nose against your shoulder when he slipped one of his fingers inside you, pumping it slowly, curling it upwards to rub against that special spot within you while his thumb lazily strummed over your clit
his own desire was growing and pressing against your lower back, but he was more focused on you right now. you needed this, and he wanted to be the one to give it to you. he ignored the sting of your nails digging into his thighs, and reveled in your breathy moans and pleas of his name
"I know angel, I know. you're doing so well for me. you can let go, sweetheart. let it all go, i've got you."
matt pressed his head against yours, his warm breath caressing your ear as he just slightly sped up his pace to make you shatter in his arms, rendering you completely boneless after a much needed release
he held you like that for awhile, still peppering kisses along your skin and whispering sweet things into your ear, until the water began to get cold and he sensed the prickling of your flesh. he could also hear the delivery person ascending the steps to his floor with the takeout he ordered for tonight
"food's here, sweetheart. let's get you dry and fed."
a breathless huff of laughter left your lips, and you melted into him like you always did
"have I ever told you that I love you?"
matt's lips spread into the most goofy grin. he knew, you'd said it plenty of times before. and he could feel it, in every part of your body. he could hear it in your voice, and in your steady heart beat. he could feel it in your touch. he could taste it on your lips and even smell the chemical reaction in your body. but he never got tired of it
