#daredevil sketch

[aquadne]

Just a lil sketch of the Devil. Studying his face was more challenging than I thought!

[a-leg-without-fear]

Can I perchance request another mocha (medium or large) with Matt Murdock? Perhaps with some special appreciation for his wonderful chest, because lord knows I would love to bury my face in that mans titties 💕🫶🏼

*gasp* A return customer!!! I'd be glad to give you another mocha, and this time it's a large!! :)

"Sweetheart, this is a little ridiculous," Matt said with a laugh.

You had your arms firmly wrapped around his waist, both holding him close to you and yourself up after too many beers, with your face pressed in between his shirtless pecs. The rise and fall of his chest with each light laugh jostled your dizzy head.

"You've got nice boobs," you mumbled into his skin, following up the strange compliment by planting a soft kiss above his heart. Matt's chest shook again as he laughed.

"I don't have boobs," he replied, shaking his head with a wide grin stretched across his lips. You peered up at him through half-lidded eyes.

"These are boobs, Murdock. You're an a-cup. Maybe even a b-cup," you rambled. Warm hands rubbed soothing circles into your back. Your tired eyes traced the dimples dug into his cheeks.

"I'll consider wearing a bra under my suit," he said jokingly. You huffed, a stream of air leaving your lips and coasting along his bare skin.

"You need one all the time. Frickin' Daredevil, runnin' around with his tits just out," you sighed as you rested your cheek on his chest. You could hear the steady thump of his pulse beat softly against your ear. Matt pressed a kiss into the crown of your head.

"I assure you, my tits are not out," he said with a smile you could hear. You hummed in reply.

"So you do have tits," you slurred tiredly. It was getting harder to keep your feet under you. Matt sighed, clearly amused, as his strong arms scooped you up in a bridal carry. Your head lolled into the crook of his neck.

"Sure I do, sweetheart. Let's get you to bed."

[khonshu-spector]

I'm definitely tsum-tsum obsessed...

[haroldgeorge]

[lightning-struck-thrice]

Matt Sketch 1/? TBC

Matthew "The Hallway" Murdock realizing how many hallways he walked through to get to this god-forsaken room.

AKA his "Fuck me Running" face from S3 E4 "Blindsided".

[a-leg-without-fear]

Smooches 😘

based off this picture @vigilxnte-shit sent

[a-leg-without-fear]

HI. HAVE I MENTIONED I LOVE YOU

this is a lovely coffee shop and i would like to order a (white) mocha for Mr. Matthew Murdock, please (i know that’s not technically on the menu but every time i go get coffee irl i get a white mocha so i thought i would toss it in)

i love you TOO oml hi Vi welcome to my establishment. lucky for you, we have a special deal on white chocolate mochas!! for the low, low price of free, i'll whip up your drink, AND make it a large for ya :)

Your eyes traced over the lines of Matt's features while you sketched on your drawing pad. Deep graphite coated the grey paper in the peaks and valleys of your lover's face.

Dark brown eyes set under a pronounced brow bone, sloped nose that curved in just the right way, high cheekbones, plump lips that looked awfully kissable, wavy hair falling over his forehead and tangling in his full brows, peppering of stubble along his sharp chin.

You couldn't believe how lucky you were. This absolute stunner sitting next to you was yours. Irrevocably and entirely. You were who he fell asleep with every night, legs tangled together and arms wrapped around each other. You were who he had coffee with every morning, the rejuvenating beverage brewed specially by him. And you were who he would go to when in need, whether it be to stitch him up or to comfort him after a particularly bad day.

"How's it looking?" his low voice rumbled. Matt had been sitting perfectly still for you while you were sketching him. Eyes relaxed as they stared off into space, light smile stretched across his mouth, dimples only slightly digging into his cheeks.

"I would ask your opinion, but I don't think we'd get very far," you replied. He met the comment with a quiet laugh, chest bouncing against the side of your knee. You were leaning on the arm of the couch with your legs draped over his lap.

"I'll trust your judgement," he said softly. His warm hand continued in its lazy pattern of rubbing up and down your leg. You hummed contentedly.

"Then it's looking great. Just like you."

i luv u vi i would die for you

[a-leg-without-fear]

saw this image of a 20s sketch

and knew i needed to draw matt