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𝕄𝔸ℕ 𝕎𝕀𝕋ℍ ℕ𝕆 𝔽𝔼𝔸ℝ; hello. welcome to the indie, selective, 616 & comics based rp blog for MATT MURDOCK aka DAREDEVIL of marvel universe. penned by jay, he/him, 25+. this blog is a hate-free zone. for my own personal comfort, i will only interact with muns above the age of 18. due to sight issues and better accessibility for my partners, i only use regular text format and icons / other graphic material in acceptable sizes #thefearlessdevil / #the-fearless-devil
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The students all took their seats, taking out their laptops and logging in to review the coursework. It was the end of the first semester, which meant exam season. Some of the students looked exhausted, having been up all night studying when they weren't working their day jobs.
In a different lecture hall, Natasha was preparing her courses for Russian and Slavic studies. She set up a projector and connected it to her laptop, looking for the right image to start with.
This was supposed to be a cover career as she spied on another professor, and it's gone on since right after Jack had been born once she was medically cleared for returning to work. Not that she minded. She's posed as a teacher before.
After his first lecture, Matt stepped out into the quiet courtyard during recess, the late-morning air carrying the muted sounds of students passing between buildings. He adjusted the papers tucked under his arm when he sensed her approach—familiar footsteps, familiar presence. His wife and mother of his two children.
“Hey,” he said softly, a small smile touching his voice before his face. “I’ve got about ten minutes before my next lecture.”
He angled his body toward her, professor second, husband first. “I got the reminder from pediatrics this morning. Jack’s first checkup is next week, right? I want to make sure I can shift office hours if you need me there.” A pause, thoughtful. “He’s eating well, sleeping… mostly?” A faint chuckle. “Or at least as much as a one-year-old allows.”
His tone gentled. “Mapone’s been asking if she can come too. Says she wants to ‘help the doctor.’” He shook his head fondly. “We’ll make it work. We always do.”
Natasha tossed the towel into the hamper in the corner of the room. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her naked body pressing against his chest.
"I think it would be safer if we waited a couple of months. I just want to focus on us. We haven't had a night together since... Well, I have no idea." She began to kiss along his jaw and neck.
Natasha began to take off his belt, her hands holding his waist. "I just want to have you tonight."
As soon as he felt her close enough, he reached for her — one hand sliding to her waist, the other to the side of her neck — and pulled her into a deep, forceful kiss. No asking. No buildup. Just raw want.
His mouth claimed hers hard, his breath warm against her lips. He moved her backward with his body, guiding her step by step, keeping her pressed against him with firm, controlled pressure.
He angled her head the way he wanted with the hand at her neck, deepening the kiss, taking his time, savoring the closeness he’d been denied for too long. His other hand gripped her hip, drawing her even tighter against him as he kissed her again, slower but heavier, mouth lingering, demanding more from her.
"I'll pursuade you," he smirked, face flushed.
When he broke from her lips for a moment, he didn’t step back. His forehead rested lightly against hers, his breath uneven now.
Then he went right back to kissing her — harder — his hands staying exactly where he wanted them, guiding the moment entirely on his terms. It wasn't long before he directed her hand in his draws.
"Careful with these Murdock's Tasha...they got the devil in them," he whispered seductively.
Matt Murdock sat alone in his office, the late-morning light filtering through the tall campus windows and warming the edges of his desk. The room smelled of old books, chalk dust, and the faint after-note of strong coffee — all the things that had somehow become part of his second life as a professor. He adjusted the stack of lecture notes in front of him, fingertips brushing over the embossed braille tabs he’d added earlier that morning. Today’s class was on ethical responsibility in criminal defense… something he could fill an entire year with, if the dean let him.
The office wasn’t large, but it was unmistakably his. The walls carried the quiet weight of a man who had lived several lives and somehow found a way to tie them together. Just above his desk sat a framed photograph of Mapone — four years old, grinning wide and missing her two front baby teeth. Her hair was tied in two slightly uneven puffs, and Matt would swear he could hear the laughter frozen in the picture every time he walked by it. Her tiny red jacket matched her mother’s lipstick from the day the photo was taken, an unintentional detail that still made him smile.
Another frame sat beside it: baby Jack, barely one, asleep on Matt’s chest. The picture wasn’t posed — Natasha had caught them on the couch, Matt with his shirt slightly rumpled, one hand shielding the baby from the afternoon sun. Jack’s small fist clutched the fabric near Matt’s collar, like even in sleep he refused to let go. Matt kept that one closer to the desk surface, touching the glass sometimes without even realizing it.
Near the bookshelf was a third photo — the whole family. Natasha stood with Mapone perched on her hip, Matt beside them, Jack held securely in the crook of Nat’s arm. Natasha’s eyes in the photo weren’t the ones she wore in the field or the courtroom—they were softer, warmer, the kind she reserved only for home. Matt never displayed anything personal at the firm, but here… here he let himself have this.
He straightened his tie, listened to the rhythm of student footsteps passing in the hall, and exhaled slowly. In ten minutes, he’d walk into a lecture hall full of bright-eyed law students. For now, he simply gathered his notes, brushed a thumb over the corner of Mapone’s frame, and murmured under his breath:
“Alright. Let’s go inspire somebody.”
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Natasha stopped drying herself with the towel, turning her head to look at him in surprise.
"You want another? This soon?" she asked, as Mapone was barely a year old. She instantly thought of the manner in which Mapone wound up entering the world: on the expensive leather couch in their former apartment... With only him able to assist. Said couch ended up being ruined and replaced.
That being said, it was a happier outcome than her first pregnancy at sixteen. "What brought this up? Was a client at work expecting and it gave you an idea?" Natasha stood up to finish drying her legs, which smelled of a scented moisturizer she was using. None of this meant she was against them still having a night together.
Matt paused, the corner of his mouth lifting as he caught the surprise in her voice. “Not a client,” he said softly. “Mapone. The way she said ‘Dada’ tonight… the way she laughs when she finds my cane under the couch. It just—” he exhaled, smiling. “It makes the house feel bigger than it is.”
He moved a step closer, listening to the quiet slip of towel over her skin, the clean note of her oils. “I’m not asking for now, Nat. I know she’s barely a year and we’ve had our share of… leather-couch disasters.” A wry beat. “Next time, we spring for a hospital—and a cheaper couch.”
His voice warmed. “It wasn’t an idea from work. It’s just… after everything, I find myself wanting more life with you, not less. But only when you want it. No pressure.” He let his fingers brush the bedpost, steady. “Tonight is about us. We can talk about ‘another’ tomorrow… or a year from now. I’m here either way.”
My sexy devil and his unhinged smile is returning in Born Again 🙌
I really love when he gets that sadistic smile, that's the devil I know and love
Natasha rolled her eyes. "You better not." She headed up the stairs to the study, "I promise I won't be long, Matthew..."
Once she put Mapone down for bed in her crib, Natasha quickly took a shower in their bathroom and put on some essential oils that didn't irritate with Matt's senses (which was quite rare). She sat on the edge of the bed, her red hair still damp from the water and finished drying herself off the rest of the way.
Matt tilted his head slightly as she disappeared up the stairs, listening to the soft rhythm of her footsteps fade.
When she spoke his name — “I won’t be long, Matthew…” — he smiled faintly, the sound of her voice lingering like a pulse he could still feel in his chest.
By the time he heard the shower running, his fingers brushed over the back of the couch, counting each heartbeat, hers and Mapone’s, steady and safe.
When the water stopped, he rose slowly, his voice just loud enough to carry down the hall.
“Take your time, Tasha… I’ll know when you’re ready.”
He smiled to himself, the faintest trace of warmth in his tone. “I always do.”
Matt heard the soft creak of the mattress before he even reached the doorway. The faint scent of her oils — clean, sharp, and somehow still gentle — met him halfway down the hall. He paused there for a breath, one hand resting lightly against the doorframe, just listening.
“Those oils,” he said quietly, his voice carrying that rough warmth she knew too well, “you always manage to find the ones that don’t drive me crazy.”
He stepped closer, the sound of her towel brushing over her skin drawing him like gravity. “You said you wouldn’t be long,” he murmured, smiling faintly as he reached the edge of the bed. “Guess you kept your promise.”
Her heartbeat jumped slightly — just enough for him to notice — and he leaned down, close enough that his words brushed against her ear.
“Now it’s my turn to keep mine.” He wanted another child. It was evident in his dead white eyes.
"I want another, my love..."
Matt caught her kiss at his jaw and tilted his head just enough to brush his lips against her ear.
“Months without you feels like years,” he whispered, his hand lingering at her hip before she slipped away. “But yes… I’ll make it up to you. Every minute we lost, I’ll give back tenfold.”
His voice lowered, playful but edged with the promise of sincerity. “Don’t be too long in that study, Nat. I’ve been starving for you… and tonight, I’m not holding back.”
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“Breed Me”
(( I HAD TO I'M SORRY ))
Matt tilts his head, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “Natasha, you really don’t pull punches, do you? Most people would be intimidated to throw something like that at me.” In all honesty they already had Mapone and now he was ready for another one.
He takes a slow step closer, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. “You know I can hear the way your heart jumps when you say it. You wanted a reaction… and you’ve got one.”
His grin widens just enough to show he’s enjoying the tension. “Careful though — keep talking like that, and I might just stop pretending to resist.”
// I love it!
Natasha gives him a grin. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Oh, you're pretending?" she leaned in closer, their chests touching. "You're a horrible liar, Matthew..." Natasha teased, kissing him lightly.
She looked over as Mapone played in her play pen in their grand living room at the very end of the hallway they were in. She was getting to be big enough to sit up and stand on her own. Even say a few words. Her current favorite was Dada. "How about tonight, after she's in bed?"
Matt’s grin deepened as her lips brushed his.
“Guilty as charged,” he murmured, his hand sliding to her waist. “But if I’m such a terrible liar… you already know exactly what I want.”
He tilted his head toward Mapone in the distance, then back to Natasha with a playful edge in his tone.
“Tonight. After she’s in bed… I’ll prove I’m not pretending.”
@the-fearless-devil // Matt xx Relta // Continued from [here] "I think it's best left unsaid." She knew what he did and the cost of what what came with that lifestyle so there was no need to speak on it." I know I have you- and believe me, I'm grateful for it." He whispered
“Matt…I need to give you something,” Relta informed him quietly, dropping a key in his hand as she lifted it upward from the hospital bed gently as to not hurt the sore superhero more. “It’s to my place. Bulletproof windows and plaster,” she informed him, “your place and Karen’s have both been compromised since Stick got captured.”
She didn’t mean to bring up a sore subject, simply use an easy reference time wise. It wasn’t like she’d bring up Elektra’s death instead for reference. “I figured I better get Foggy and I safe, so I paid for his apartment to get the same treatment,” she added, still speaking in a hushed tone for him. “I’m working on places for you, Karen, Claire — even Frank” she informed him, even more quietly.
She was doing her way of protecting them while protecting herself as well. If she could toss away her inheritance in a positive way, that’d make her feel much better about the situation. “Matt, I want to help you and the others out by helping your law firm as well. At this point, New York needs just lawyers like you and Foggy. I make you able to do more pro bono work by investing in the right ethical way.”
Matt turned the key over in his fingers, the weight of it far heavier than the metal suggested. He didn’t need sight to recognize the meaning behind it.
“Relta… you didn’t have to do this,” he said quietly, his voice carrying that mix of gratitude and concern he couldn’t quite hide. “You’ve already risked enough just standing with us. Paying for Foggy, securing safe places for all of us… that’s not a burden you were meant to carry.”
He exhaled, jaw tight, then softened. “But I hear the conviction in your voice. And I know better than to argue with someone who’s already made up their mind. Just… understand something.” His head tilted, the faintest smile touching his lips. “This fight, it isn’t just mine to shoulder. If you’re in this, you’re family. And family looks out for each other. So… thank you. For trusting me with this, with all of us. I won’t forget it.”
“I have an idea of how to help with the case. Make OTHER things a bit easier,” Aislin informed Matt, her being a fresh faced lawyer not much younger than he and Foggy were when they started. She was determined though, and her powers made her suspect his identity immediately, yet she’d said nothing overt yet to him, or the others for that matter. “We have to plead non guilty though, and I’m not sure the client is willing,” she sighed.
Matt adjusted his glasses, listening closely to every shift in her tone, every subtle change in her breathing. She was green, sure, but he could already tell she had conviction.
"You remind me of me when I first started,” he said, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Fresh out of law school, thinking the weight of the world was something you could carry with just a good argument and a strong back. Turns out… it’s a little more complicated.”
He leaned back, voice lowering a touch. “You’re right, though. A non-guilty plea may not be what the client wants to hear. But it’s not about what feels easiest — it’s about what gives them the best chance. Sometimes you’ve got to lead them there, even if they don’t realize it yet. That’s where we come in.” A smile formed on the corner of his lips.
"So tell me more..."
“Breed Me”
(( I HAD TO I'M SORRY ))
Matt tilts his head, the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. “Natasha, you really don’t pull punches, do you? Most people would be intimidated to throw something like that at me.” In all honesty they already had Mapone and now he was ready for another one.
He takes a slow step closer, his voice dropping to a teasing murmur. “You know I can hear the way your heart jumps when you say it. You wanted a reaction… and you’ve got one.”
His grin widens just enough to show he’s enjoying the tension. “Careful though — keep talking like that, and I might just stop pretending to resist.”
// I love it!
Send “Breed You” for a night with my muse where they end up pregnant.
Send “Breed Me” for a night with my muse where YOUR muse ends up pregnant.
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❝ I really wanna just sleep. ❞
"Sleep," Matt said softly." I promise I won't stay out long, just need to follow up on this lead and I'm coming right back."
Relta looked up at Matt, wishing her heels were an inch taller. “So, you’ll be my brother’s lawyer? I hear you have the best sense of justice this side of the Hudson River,” she asked him hopefully, her tone indicating her mood.
"Since when have you ever known me to let you down?" He asked with a playful grin." Of course I will." He gestures her to come deeper into his office and pulls out a chair for her." Let's go over the specifics to better strengthen his defence."
“I want to make you feel like you have somewhere to go,” the redhaired doctor told Matt with a kind smile, having tended to him in the ER. “I won’t ask what put you in that state, but you’re recovering well,” Relta added.
"I think it's best left unsaid." She knew what he did and the cost of what what came with that lifestyle so there was no need to speak on it." I know I have you- and believe me, I'm grateful for it." He whispered.
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