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Vulnerability Struggles
Matthew Murdock x Blind!Reader + reader's guide dog
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"Oh, God." Matt mumbled, as your dog jumped on top of him. The guide dog let out a tiny whine, licking Matt's face.
You let out a soft laugh, reaching out and moving your hand steadily up until you find the dog's soft fur.
"Have you considered getting a dog yourself?" You asked, cuddling further into your boyfriend's side.
matt was so fucking condescending and hot in this scene hooollyy shit ME NEXT
Watching Daredevil and omg Foggy is so amazing. I love him much. So brave and caring. When he realizes that Matt is the masked man I thought it would be annoying, but it was habdled amazingly and I felt so bad for him. Idk with each episode i love him more
Matt Murdock should be bi. Matt is like. The pinnacle of bisexual energy. It's a downright shame they don't exercise/abuse this more.
The devil wears Prada and wields Billy clubs. Which are illegal, MATT. Unlike gay marriage. 😒
AU where Peter Parker, Matt Murdock, and Frank Castle all lived in the same apartment building together because it was cheap on rent and none of them are rolling in dough exactly.
Peter grew up there because Aunt May and Uncle Ben moved in when he was still young enough to race down the hallway an get yelled at by the downstairs neighbors for shaking their ceiling.
Matt moved into one of the apartments while he was going through law school, permanently exhausted, perpetually broke, and always carrying textbooks under one arm.
Frank technically lived there for years tho his apartment was more accurately the place he returned to whenever the military gave him leave. So like few and far between. Sometimes he was there for weeks. Sometimes months passed with nothing behind his door but dust and unopened mail which May collected for him and kept off to the side for when he returned.
Matt helping Peter with homework once or twice and immediately regretting it because Peter discovered that asking increasingly complicated hypothetical legal questions was an excellent way to keep Matt trapped at the kitchen table for three hours.
Frank fixing May’s sink because the their shitty landlord aleays promised to send somebody and never did. Ben helping Frank drag an old couch up four flights of stairs.
Peter watering Frank’s plants while he was deployed until Frank gently informed him that the very dead fern had, in fact, already been dead before he left.
And over the course of years, completely independently of one another, all three of them become progressively more unhinged New York City vigilantes while desperately attempting to hide this fact from the people living like approximately twenty feet away.
Like imagine Peter attempting to climb up to his bedroom window at two in the morning with half his suit underneath his clothes when he hears Matt coming up the stairs and immediately throws himself behind the fire escape railing.
Matt, who can hear Peter’s heartbeat hammering directly outside the window, pauses for the longest time before he continues walking while telling himself that Peter’s a teen now and teens sneak out at night to go party or meet up with girls, is all. As long as the kids not getting into trouble and just doing normal, dumb, teenage boy things…
Or, Matt regularly returning home bleeding and telling everyone he “fell” and Peter accepts this explanation because Peter has personally arrived downstairs with three cracked ribs and explained that he “fell off his skateboard.”
(Neither of them owns a skateboard.)
Frank watches this happen for approximately six months and becomes increasingly convinced that the building he grew up returning to has somehow become populated exclusively by idiots.
Except Frank isn’t exactly subtle either because he develops new injuries and scars and tell them he got them on a mission despite the fact that Matt knows Frank has been on leave for three months now.
Sometimes men Peter has never seen before sit in cars across the street watching the building. Matt hears Frank cleaning weapons through two walls at three in the morning and decides that whatever Castle does for the military is absolutely none of his business. Peter once accidentally opens Frank’s duffel bag looking for something and immediately closes it again after seeing enough ammunition to invade a small country.
I just want an au where all three of them developing increasingly elaborate excuses and it leads to Matt thinking Peter is involved with something dangerous, Peter thinking Matt is involved with something dangerous, and both of them thinking Frank is involved with something dangerous.
Frank knows both Peter and Matt are involved with something dangerous but cannot figure out what because, somehow, his two civilian neighbors have become incredibly good at disappearing the instant he tries to follow them.
But like imagine Aunt May knows the entire time.
Like you can’t tell me she didn’t know something happened to Peter almost immediately because she raised him and suddenly her nephew could catch a falling glass without looking and started eating enough food for a football team. Even if he was going through puberty, that’s a little much.
But she also knew something was up with Matt because no normal lawyer has that many stitches, and there are only so many times a blind man can claim he tripped down the stairs before May starts wondering why every staircase in New York apparently has a personal vendetta against one Matthew Murdock.
To be fair, it did take longer for May to figure Frank out, not because he was better at hiding it but because May genuinely thought he was doing something classified for the government until she saw the Punisher on television, watched him tilt his head in that particular deeply unimpressed Frank Castle way, and went, “oh for heaven’s sake!”
Like do you see the vision I need this, okay.
I don’t usually—or for that case, have ever gone on Tumblr and discussed sexual tension between two very hot characters, but today here I am writing slop.
God. Can we just talk about Dexmatt? No? Just me?
1x01. Heaven’s Half Hour. There is something unusually intimate between Daredevil&Bullseye in that episode. Their interactions are obviously built violence,hatred,revenge,and opposing identities. Yet, some of their confrontations are.. rather questionable.
By taking Foggy away, Dex effectively demonstrates that Matt's identity as Daredevil cannot protect the people he loves. The confrontation following the events at Josie's bar is particularly effective in this regard. Bullseye's attack destroys something deeply personal to Matt Murdock. Foggy is not simply another person caught in a superhero battle; he is Matt's closest friend and one of the central people in his life. Because Dex’s actions result in Foggy's death, the conflict between Matt and Bullseye becomes intensely personal almost immediately.
For the most of the fight, Matt is physically the dominant one. He’s pursuing Dex because Dex has just destroyed Matt’s life by killing Foggy. But that stops the moment that Matt realises that Foggy is gone, the fight stops being about winning. About fighting itself. That’s why the idea of Matt holding onto Dex while crying feels so powerful. It would place the two characters in an almost unnaturally intimate physical arrangement.
And Dex’s reaction?
A shit-eating grin.
Half-beaten,bloodied, & bruised.
He knows why Matt is crying.
He knows what Foggy meant to him.
And instead of responding with remorse, he treats Matt's pain almost like confirmation that he succeeded.
Matt gripping onto Bullseye, almost as if he was trying to stable himself instead, while desperately asking why. Dex, clinging onto life, half-alive Dex. the physical contact becomes almost symbolic. Matt is trying to obtain an answer from the one person who can give him one. Clinging onto Dex, pleading. Sobbing. Not, why did you attack me? He’s asking why Bullseye took foggy.
they are practically pressed against one another, with Matt clinging to Bullseye while he is visibly exhausted, emotional, and struggling to catch his breath. That close? Fuck yeah.
Bullseye doesn't need to hurt Matt further to establish dominance; he can simply let Matt remain against him, watch him break down, and smile.
Thank you for listening to this terrible slop that I have written, unfortunately, and thank you to both actors who have blessed me with their shirtless scenes- but seriously. I had fun writing this.
-Pls leave a like 😢
DD:BA is great when you don't have a whiny asshole in your ear saying it isn't!
Yo te condené
title: i condemned you (lyrics from No Te Hagas by Jory Boy, Bad Bunny)
pairing: matt murdock x reader
synopsis: sleepy sex with matt っ ̯ -｡
cw: fem!reader, songfic but not really, somnophilia, creampie, piv, no protection :b, prayer (matt prays during sex i’m sorry HAKDJWB), half awake reader, no use of y/n, not proofread bc it’s late and i don’t wanna bother my beta :3
cami’s notes: soooo i’m taking a little while writing the actual good matt fic that i’ve been working on, so have this nasty drabble i wrote while ovulating :3
dividers by @enchanthings 💗
“shhh, don’t worry baby, it’s me.” is the first thing you hear as your semi unconscious brain registers the movement around you. or, better yet, inside you.
matt’s hands are tight on your waist, his fingers spreading wide in hopes of groping as much skin as he can. his breathing is stuttered as his hips push into your ass deeper and deeper as if he can’t stand being disconnected for more than a second.
as your brain understands what’s going on, you hum a moan and drift off again, letting the delicious pleasure move through your body in waves. your body inched up and down as matt’s thrusts became quicker and closer, practically grinding his cock inside your walls instead of fully fucking you.
“in the name of the father, the son and the holy spirit—“
you can distantly hear him begin to pray and you can’t help but let out a chuckle—that sounded more like a choked moan in your ears—finding it so cute that he felt you were so addictive, he couldn’t help but indulge in his sins.
his balls kept hitting your clit perfectly, your wetness having dripped all the way down to the mattress, making every thrust sound wetter and wetter. your skin thrummed in slight oversensitivity and your eyes squeezed shut.
matt was a sensory mess, his head tilting this way and that as he focused his hearing on your heartbeat and on the way his hips kept clashing with your ass. he could sense the vibrations on your skin from every thrust, taste the beads of sweat forming on your forehead, sense your impending orgasm as his cock throbbed inside you.
like a nasty habit, his hand came up and slapped your ass, the mark immediately blooming red on your skin.
“‘m sorry baby, i’m sorry.” he muttered but his hand raised and fell again on your skin, your body jolting slightly awake from the second hit.
“you’re so… so fucking… so…” he seemed lost for words, deciding to just let his head fall back as he pushed his cock as far in as he could. inhaling then exhaling, he did that once—then twice—then his body shuddered with an orgasm so intense, his ears started ringing.
his hands squeezed your ass, your hips, your waist. you yourself whined softly as your own orgasm hit you, coating his throbbing dick with slick. you could hear him saying something—probably asking for forgiveness again—but you were falling asleep.
“forgive me father, for i will sin—“
written by @24cobalt so don’t go stealing it, loser :b
