The familiar voice called out at the creak of hardwood underfoot by the door to the roof.
“Matt, is that you?”
There was more concern in their tone now, heart picking up its pace inside their chest. It probably didn’t help that it was the middle of the night, and Matt Murdock was still working up the courage to say something. Not like he was trying to slip in undetected. In fact, he was mostly curious about who was in the apartment he’d assumed was vacant.
Though it didn’t take him long to piece it together— it didn’t take her long to draw him in.
Rating: G
@marvelfluffbingo prompt: Bed sharing
Tags: Canon divergent, Post-Daredevil S2, light angst, comfort, fluff
Relationship: Darcy Lewis/Matt Murdock
Word Count: 1,495
for @bylillian
Darcy Lewis/Matt Murdock
Have You Ever Seen the Rain? - Creedence Clearwater Revival (1971)
441 words
Rated T
LAST ONE I’M DONE
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“Do you want to call Jane?” Matt asked. And Darcy knew it wasn’t him trying to pass the buck. It was absolutely a last-ditch effort to make her feel better. But the thing was, she wanted to wallow for a minute. But Matty was a fixer and she didn’t need fixing.
“Babe, you have to stop,” she said, laughing in desperation. “Jane’s not going to fix it. Bruce isn’t. Tony isn’t.”
“Tony absolutely could,” he grumbled.
“Yeah? Well maybe I don’t want him to,” she countered.
“It’s the fifth time you’ve applied,” he argued. “With your application, they should have snapped you up.”
“But they didn’t. And if you don’t mind, I’d like to drown my sorrows and watch sappy movies tonight. Tomorrow, I’ll pick myself up, dust myself off, and start all over again, Shirley MacLaine.”
Yeah, it was frustrating. Five times she’d applied to grad school, and as of one fifty-two P.M that afternoon, five times she’d been denied. No one was more frustrated than Darcy. Except maybe Matt. Who just couldn’t live with the fact that he couldn’t fix it. And apparently, couldn’t live with her decision to mope tonight.
“Want me to go back to my place?” she asked. Not a threat, she’d actually go if she was bothering him. But forgive her for maybe thinking a little hanky panky was in order to boost her dopamine.
“No,” he said, sighing. “I just wish I knew how to help you.”
“I told you. Let me order pizza and eat ice cream and watch Bridget Jones. That’s how I cope. And if I’m still sad after that, we can take my pity party to the bedroom and you can totally be the boss in there.”
She would have winked, but it was Matt.
He chewed on his lip for a long moment. “Could we just take it in there to start? Hear me out before you say no…”
“Fine. Explain…” Darcy acquiesced.
“We could take the pity party in there, let me be the boss, and then I could order you pizza and you could watch Bridget Jones to wind down. And maybe if you still need it, I’ll help you eat ice cream?”
“Hmm.” she pondered it for a long moment before answering. “Yeah, okay. I could get behind that.”
“See, now if I’m the boss, I think I’m going to be the one who gets behind,” he said with a grin. Darcy swatted his shoulder but pulled him close for a kiss.
“Thank you, Matty.”
“No. Thank you for letting me fix it.”
She laughed. “Dude, you think whatever wrong things help you sleep at night.”
August 10 - “You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?” Matt Murdock/Darcy Lewis for @fortunatelystrangeuniverse, BDSM requested
Written by @ozhawkauthor
“Hi, Matt,” Darcy said cheerfully as her boss walked into the office. He grunted in response, headed for the door to his own office. Undaunted by his cranky demeanor, she followed, catching the door as he attempted to push it shut. She’d only been working for Matt Murdock, Attorney at Law, for three weeks, but she’d already concluded that he was definitely not a morning person.
“What?” Matt asked, folding his cane and laying it on his desk.
“You’ve had three calls to the office phone from a ‘Candi’,” Darcy said, trying to keep the jealousy out of her voice. “She keeps leaving increasingly, ah, explicit messages. If you could possibly ask her to keep those sort of calls to your personal mobile, I’d appreciate it.”
“I blocked her from my mobile.”
“Oh,” Darcy failed to keep the surprise from her voice. “I… thought you two were an item. From the tone of the messages.”
“We went on one date, last Friday.”
“I know!” She’d suffered through agonies of jealousy all weekend, imagining Matt and Candi, who was probably some model-slim and pretty blonde, in bed together.
“It was terrible.”
“That I didn’t know… you didn’t say.” Not that Matt shared very much about his personal life. Anything about his personal life. Darcy only knew about the date because he’d asked her to make the dinner reservation for him.
“You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date. What’s up with that?”
“I have not been pouting! How would you know, anyway? You can’t see my face!” Darcy immediately kicked herself for being insensitive, but Matt only chuckled, that low, husky chuckle that had made her knees go weak the very first time she heard it.
“Darcy, Darcy. You give away everything with your voice.”
“Everything?” she said weakly. “Surely not.”
He moved around the desk with the grace of a dancer, stalking her, Darcy suddenly thought, as she backed up against the wall and he kept coming, not stopping until he was almost touching her.
“I know who you are,” Matt whispered by her ear.
“I’m Darcy Lewis, your secretary…”
“Darcy Lewis, employed by Stark Industries to pose as my secretary. Don’t even think about lying to me. You know who I am, which means you know what I can do. That I can hear your heartbeat accelerate as you open your mouth to lie to me.” One long-fingered hand came up, curved gently around her throat. “Or is your heart racing faster for another reason entirely?”
Oh shit. How long has he known I’m here to spy on him? Darcy gulped, wondering if she should panic. Daredevil was known to prefer to leave people alive… but messed up. Very messed up.
The other little problem was the way that her body was reacting to the touch of his warm hand against her skin. This close, she could see his eyes behind the tinted red lenses of his glasses, see their sightless gaze move downwards towards her breasts, where her nipples had just peaked hard, poking through the thin satin of her bra and the even thinner silk of her blouse.
“Um,” she squeaked nervously, even as her hand inched slowly around behind her, to the taser in a custom sheath at the small of her back.
A powerful hand clamped down on her wrist long before she got there, pulled it up above her head and pinned it to the wall. Matt let go of her throat to grab the other wrist, bring that hand up to join the first.
He was leaning in closer, chest brushing hers. Darcy gulped.
“What are you going to do with me?” she asked, annoyed by the way her voice sounded high and breathy but unable to help it.
“That depends.” His mouth was barely an inch from hers; Darcy parted her lips instinctively, licked them. “What would you like me to do with you?”
She moaned.
“Really.” Matt’s voice dropped low. “You’re a bad girl, Darcy. I’m going to have to punish you for spying on me… and for being jealous of Candi. I haven’t been able to think of anyone else since the moment you first strutted into my office.”
Darcy was practically melting against him with every word. Pulling her away from the wall with a quick movement, Matt half-dragged her across to the office, sitting down in his office chair and pulling her face-down across his lap. A quick hand relieved her of the taser, tossing it onto the desk before he smoothed her skirt up her thighs to reveal her bottom.
“You’re not wearing panties,” he murmured. “I knew the moment I walked in. I could smell you.”
Cheeks burning as she stared at the floor, Darcy said nothing. Knowing something of his extra-sensory abilities, she’d hoped he might do exactly that, might even do something about it.
She really hadn’t quite expected this, not so soon, anyway. But the last thing she was going to do was object, as Matt’s hand smacked down on her ass for the first time. The sound that came out of her mouth was about as far from a protest as it was possible to get.
For: @thestanceyg
Ship: Darcy Lewis/Matt Murdock
Sweetheart Prompt: Soul Mate
Word Count: 622
Rating: T
Other tags: Soulmate Identifying Marks
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Matt hadn’t seen his words in years. Not since he was a kid before the accident.
But he had them memorized since he could read them scrawled on his bicep in messy, loopy handwriting.
“Look out, you dingus, there’s a beam, oh you hit the beam, are you okay, dingus?”
He’d giggled about it with his friends at the time. Dingus not once, but twice? What kind of person would he grow up to be? A dumb one, apparently. And maybe that’s part of the reason why he’d chosen law as a career. And why he’d been so keen to train as a vigilante. To prove his soulmate wrong.
Well, here it was. The moment when he heard his words. And he hadn’t even started out doing the stupid thing, but here he was, flat on his back on the sidewalk directly beside the woman who’d uttered his words. Decked out as the devil of Hell’s Kitchen. Should he draw attention to the fact that she’d said his words? Or not say anything at all?
“I’m okay, I promise, just get away from me,” he groaned, realizing in his zeal to get away from her, that he’d most likely spoken her words. Which gave him away. Which gave her a reason to follow him.
No matter how quickly he bolted out of that alley, he knew he was going to have a visit from her again. If she was his soulmate, she’d find him.
He half expected to find her knocking on his door later that night, but she didn’t. It was actually the next morning when he’d eased into his desk at the law office, wincing a little at the pull in his backside. Karen knocked on the doorframe to announce a visitor. Darcy Lewis.
Of course, as soon as she opened her mouth, he knew who she was.
“I have a question,” she began.
“I have an answer,” he replied.
“Why were you in my courtyard last night?”
“Chasing a bad guy,” he answered lamely.
“Are you really blind?” she asked. He could sense her waving her palm in front of her, disrupting the still of the air.
“Yes.”
“Then how are you parkouring all over Hell’s Kitchen?” she hissed.
“That’s three questions.”
“I’m your soulmate, I get as many as I want,’ she countered.
“Fair,” he acquiesced.
“So answer me, how are you parkouring all over Hell’s Kitchen?”
“My other senses are heightened.”
“And? Are you enhanced?”
She was as shrewd a verbal sparring partner as he’d ever had. He reached up to loosen his tie nervously. “And I’m enhanced.” He said that last bit more quietly.
“But they don’t know?” she asked, referring to Karen and Foggy, most likely.
“He does. She doesn’t.”
“Got it. So why are you admitting it to me?”
“You’re my soulmate. You get as many as you want.”
She was silent for a long moment. “Don’t you want to know anything about me? I could be a bad guy for all you know. I could be the person you were chasing down last night.”
“You aren’t.”
“How do you know?”
“Either you’re very good at steadying your heartbeat, or you’re not hiding anything.”
There was a spike in her heart rate for a second, but that was to be expected.
“You can hear my heart?”
He nodded. “Part of my, uh… enhancement.”
“Full disclosure, I work with Tony Stark.”
“I’ve heard of him. Iron Man?”
“Yeah. What do you call yourself?” she asked.
“Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.”
She snorted, clearly amused. “I like that. It’s cute.”
He relaxed in his seat. “You think I’m cute?”
“Yeah, got a problem, Matthew Murdock?”
“I’ve got quite a few, actually. None of them are you.”
Ship: Darcy Lewis/Matt Murdock |
For: @thestanceyg |
Prompt: “Just breathe. Breathe with me.” |
Rating: T |
Word Count: 296 |
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“Darcy? Darce. DARCE.” Her ears were ringing, but she could kind of make out the sound of Matt’s voice. He must have found her.
Just like she thought he would.
She tried to open her eyes, but they stung too much. Dust. There was dust everywhere. The bank. She’d been at the bank.
Dust at the bank? Why--
She abandoned that train of thought as another coughing fit shook her body, her sides ached with the effort and she heard an odd gulping sound, realizing belatedly that it was her.
Hands were running over her body. Soft hands. Matt’s hands. She could just tell it was him.
The hands slipped beneath her body and hoisted her close. The shift in position caused her to cry out, but all she could hear was ringing. High pitched ringing.
The sun blazed overhead suddenly, making her previously black field of vision go bright orange and a little pink around the edges. She was being jostled. Laid back.
The clean air hurt because it caused more coughing. More pain.
But she could open her eyes. To see Matt there. Actually Matt. Not in his Daredevil suit that she jokingly referred to as his ‘leather daddy getup’. No, he was in a dirty suit. A tie she recognized from that morning.
What time was it? She’d kissed him on his way out. Gone to work. Gone to the bank. But that was earlier that morning. They’d just been opening.
The sun was right overhead now so what did that mean?
It means stop thinking, something’s happened.
He leaned close, his lips brushing over her forehead before he whispered something in her ear. Whispered. Said. Finally raising his voice so she could hear him.
Ship: Darcy Lewis/Matt Murdock
Prompt: #D7 “No panties?”
For: anon
Rated: E
Word Count: 82
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Matt felt her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer and closer until his desk creaked under her. “Darcy…” he whispered, his hands smoothing up her bare thighs. He was expecting to encounter at least a scrap of lace, but instead, he just found her.
“No panties?” he whispered, his nose bumping playfully against hers.
“Just for you,” she replied, tilting her head so their lips met.
He hummed into her mouth as his fingers sought and arrived at her clit.
