#matt murdock x gnreader
everything is beautiful.
-summary; Matt comes home to find his cross missing.
-warnings; blood, religious imagery.
-a/n;Blue Horses, Mary Oliver
It had been a rough night. Matt could barely walk. He stumbled up the stairs, leaving a bloody trail in his wake. He was dying, maybe he was already dead. He struggled to unlock his front door. You listened from your place on his couch. You listened as he struggled.
The smell of you was the first thing Matt noticed. He breathed a sigh of relief. His apartment was warm and dry and it felt good to be home. You didn’t move. Normally, you would wander over to him, help him to the bathroom. But not tonight. Matt felt and fumbled his way to the couch. He collapsed into you. He wrapped his arms around your waist. You were familiar. Matt felt the life flow back into him, his skin warming under your hands. He could smell your perfume, your shampoo. It all calmed him. He ran his hands over your skin, mapping you out. He came up to your shoulders and then ran his fingers through freshly washed hair. His thumbs stroked your cheeks. You didn’t smile like you usually did. His hands were leaving trails of half-dried blood behind them, all over you. He dropped his touch to your neck, where he noticed something new.
You weren’t particularly religious. You never had been, not since Matt has known you. He first approached you because he could smell the lapsed-catholic guilt that radiated off of you. And he never left. Neither did the guilt. Matt had never known you to wear a cross, not like he did. You never usually wore necklaces at all. He could feel your rings digging into his thighs. He could hear your earrings chime with every shake of your head. But this necklace was new.
He took the chain between his fingers and ran them down, down until they reached a very familiar pendant. A cross, cold against his skin. This wasn’t yours. Suddenly he noticed the lack of a cross around his neck. It was his.
“You’re hurt,” you state. “You’re weak, Matt. You can barely stand.”
“I thought that’s how you like me,” he joked. “I think I look good in red, no?”
You shook your head. Blood was drying on your skin and you felt dirty, sinful. Hail Mary’s would not make up for this.
“This is mine,” he tugged harshly on the chain and your head lunged forward, your lips brushing against his.
“You forgot it here before you left.”
You unclasped it. Matt heard the cross jingle. He felt your hands behind his neck, cold metal on his chest. The chain settled around his neck. Matt touched yours again, it was bare.
You watched as Matt stood. He pulled his shirt over his head. His whole chest was covered in red. He rest on knee on the couch and leaned over you. His hand cupped your jaw, holding you still so he could kiss you. His tongue swept into your mouth and all you could taste was blood. You pushed Matt away.
“I don’t like it. Go wash it off. Patch yourself up.”
“Help me,” Matt pleaded.
You hovered your hand over Matt’s. He could feel you trembling. You were shaking uncontrollably. Matt knew what you meant. If you tried to sew him up, you’d only hurt him more. Matt nodded and disappeared into the bathroom. You scrubbed your hands and face clean in the kitchen sink. You scrubbed until your skin was raw. Matt reappeared behind you silently. You jumped at the feeling of his hands on your hips. He smelt clean. You were comfortable again, leaning back against his bare chest.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“You don’t have to make it pretty. It’s blood,” you pleaded. “it’s not meant to be pretty.”
“Everything is beautiful if you want it to be.”
“Maybe the desire to make something beautiful is the piece of God that is inside all of us.”
Late nights and stitches.
Pairing: Matt Murdock x vigilante!reader
Summary: Two weeks after your last encounter, something gives Matt the push he needed to let you in.
Word count:2336
Warnings: fluffflufffluff, Matt has too much fun with this, depictions of injuries, description of stitching a wound, making out.
A/N: This is part 2 of Late nights and rooftops!!! Check that one out before reading this one.
Please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment if you enjoyed it <3
You weren’t expecting to end up at Daredevil’s apartment just two weeks after he suddenly decided to tell you his name, but there you were.
Sure, he had not much of a choice, he had a nasty gash on his back that needed stitches and his place was way closer. But Matt had also come to terms with the fact that this thing between you was something and he couldn’t keep you out any longer.
You had helped him back home and followed him when he entered his apartment from the roof. The place would’ve been pitch black if it weren’t for the flashing lights coming from the window and your eyes scanned the place with curiosity. It felt surreal to be there.
The pained groan Matt let out as he worked to take the top of his suit off pulled you back to reality, rushing to his side to help him.
“Wait, let me do it.” You started fumbling with it without taking into consideration you didn’t know what you were supposed to do, your brow creasing before you rested your hands on his shoulders and huffed. “Yeah, I have no idea how this works.”
“I noticed.” Matt huffed a chuckle as he rested his already gloveless hands on the sides of your hips. “I’ll guide you.” He said, starting to give you instructions on how to remove the suit as you went along following them.
Your eyes trailed over his scarred and bruised skin, your hand twitching wanting to brush your fingers across the scars, but refraining from it for the time being.
“Go sit, I’ll get the first aid kit.” You ushered him, guiding him to the couch.
“In the bathroom.” He let you know, pointing towards where the bathroom was before sitting sideways so his bloodied back wouldn’t touch the back of the couch.
You went to fetch the first aid kit, switching the lights on on your way to the bathroom.
You made a comment on /how absurd it was that he didn’t want you to know stuff about him but now you were literally in his apartment/ before you kneeled to look under the sink for what you wanted, your brows scrunching when you realized every item there had a small small label with raised dots on it.
No fucking way.
“So… is that braille on the hand soap refill under the sink?” You awkwardly asked, not knowing how to approach the subject after your mind just went through every image you had of him successfully fighting criminals and your new discovery about him, placing the bag down on the coffee table and sitting behind him.
Matt nodded, his masked head turning slightly towards you. “I’m blind, yes.”
“What the fuck, Matt? How do you even? What?” You tried to form a question unsuccessfully as you disinfected your hands before putting on a pair of gloves.
“Sight is overrated.” Matt shrugged and chuckled. “You already know I have heightened senses.”
“So it compensates?” You started cleaning the gash on his back, making him hiss when the disinfectant got into the open flesh. “Sorry.”
“I guess you could say that.” He nodded, even if he had his back towards you and you couldn’t see it, a small smile resting on his face when you didn’t question it further.
You felt silent after that, putting your attention on sowing the skin back together correctly. Like any other respectable local crime-fighter, you were used to tending your own wounds and you didn’t care if it wasn’t perfect, but you wanted to do a good job for him, so you needed to focus.
“I do want you to know me, by the way.” His soft voice broke the silence after a while, referring to your earlier comment, making you startle out of what you’ve been focusing on. “I was just trying to protect you.”
You took a moment to take in his words, taking a deep breath before you continued stitching, needing to be calm to be more precise with your stitches. “From what? You know if someone comes after me I’ll just ki-” you started, your tone light, but decided to rephrase. “…kick their ass.”
Matt chuckled at that, nodding in agreement knowing very well how you could handle things yourself, even if he preferred rushing to help you every time you stepped foot in the Kitchen. “I appreciate how you changed that sentence.”
You smiled behind him at the sound of his laughter, sighing before speaking again. “Y'know, I respect your boundaries but… I’ve had your tongue in my mouth and I don’t even know if you’re cute or not. Hell, we’re in your apartment! You’re shirtless! And I still don’t know! It’s getting ridiculous.” You exclaimed with amusement, finishing the stitches and cutting the thread.
“See? I can’t show you my face now, what if you think I’m ugly? You might not let me put my tongue in your mouth again.” He joked, his face scrunching under the mask at how stupid his words sounded.
“You can’t be serious right now.” You deadpanned after a moment of silence, a long gauze in your hands as you stared at his freckled, scarred back.
Matt’s chest bubbled with laughter making you laugh with him, his back muscles protesting but he didn’t care. He went silent again to bring the energy down before speaking again. “Do you picture me a certain way?”
“Honestly? Not really. In my mind this thing is your actual face.” You said lightly knocking on the top part of the horned mask.
“My best friend says I’m really good looking, if that helps.” Matt shrugged, smiling, feeling how you carefully pressed the bandage against his skin so it would stick to it. You were finished.
“It doesn’t, thank you.” You quickly answered, making him laugh again.
Matt’s hand reached behind him until he found your knee beside his hip, resting his hand there to caress your skin, a fond smile appearing on his face as he thought about something.
You placed your hand on top of his to squeeze it, leaving a kiss on his shoulder before getting up to throw all the bloodied gauze and everything you used in the trash.
You told Matt what you were doing as you moved around his kitchen, filling a glass of water after getting rid of the used supplies to bring it to him with an Advil from a big bottle you saw on the counter. He probably went through those like crazy, even if it did little to nothing to help with the level of pain his regular injuries brought him. He has sat like a champ while you stitched him though.
Matt didn’t need you to tell him your steps, he could hear it, but he still appreciated it. You were still facing the counter when he decided that you were right before. He couldn’t help but smile just thinking about what your reaction was going to be. Even if he didn’t know that much about your life, he did know you, and he was way more than fond of you.
You turned to head back to the couch, glass in one hand, pill on the other when the sight of a brown mess of fluffy hair froze you in place, letting out an audible gasp. That was his head. His actual head, not the smooth dark read mask. No horns in sight. Just fluff. You didn’t know how you didn’t drop the glass at the sight.
Matt chuckled in response, waiting for you to move, his head slightly tilting to the side to focus on you. You were just standing there, in silence. And he could feel you staring at the back of his head.
He raised a hand to wave at you to come. “C’mon sweetheart, don’t just stay there, I thought you wanted to see it.” His amusement grew as he listened to your heart go crazy inside your chest, making his beat fast with anticipation as well.
Matt’s smile widened when he finally heard you move, slowly stepping closer to him as you walked around the couch to meet his face.
You were met with his amused face. Kind brown eyes staring blankly at your general direction while his smile made the corners of his eyes crinkle.
That man was so fucking handsome. He looked so good sprawled on the couch, shirtless, mussed hair and a smile plastered on his face.
You didn’t even know what to say next. It was not only that he was trusting you with his identity and he turned out to be hot as fuck, it was the implications of him opening to you after months of fighting alongise each other, of making you furious but leaving you wanting more every single time, of inevitably and desperately making out on whatever rooftops ot alley you were at the moment, of taking care of each other.
Matt’s hand reaching outwards brought you back from your thoughts and you let out the breath you had been holding while you finally passed him the glass and the pill.
“So?” He asked before swallowing the pill with some of the water.
“Huh?” Still shocked, you went back to your previous spot on the couch, sitting facing Matt.
“Am I cute or not?” He raised a brow, a smirk forming on his lips.
“I can’t believe you just did that.” You breathed out.
“So I’m not cute.” Matt joked, turning his head towards you with that almost permanent smile he had been wearing on his face, even when he was beaten up and cut open.
"No, you’re like, ridiculously handsome.” You sighed, temptatively reaching for his face, the tips of your fingers tracing his brow, then the side of his face. Matt’s eyes fluttered close and his smirk softened into a smile.
He huffed a laugh and placed a gentle yet firm hand on your face to coax you into leaning in for a kiss.
Your lips found Matt’s and melted into a soft, slow kiss, taking your time to enjoy the gentle brush of his lips against yours. This wasn’t how it normally happened. Most of the time your make out sessions started all riled up from fighting crime and it would be all tongue and teeth and grunts and moans.
But that was the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, you were with Matt now and he kissed with so much fondness and gentle passion it made you dizzy.
The intensity of his kisses grew when you hummed in delight and snaked a hand to the back of his neck, moving closer to him.
His free hand rested on your hip, squeezing the flesh as he kept kissing, softly sucking on your lower lip.
“I’m serious, Matt.” You said in between kisses but he barely let you speak, kissing you again and making you laugh into the kiss.
His hands trailed down your thigh, taking a hold on the back of your knee to make you straddle him, wanting to have you closer, but he hissed in pain when the fresh stitches on his back tugged at the inflamed skin.
You moved the hand you had on his neck down to his chest to stop him, caressing one of those large scars. “Take it easy, Devil.”
“I’m fine”. He huffed, leaning in for another kiss, but you pulled away just enough so he wouldn’t reach. “C’mere.”
You sighed watching the pout he had the audacity to give you, but you ended up carefully straddling his thigh.
Matt smiled as you sat on him, his hands landing on your thighs before moving up to your waist where he finally hugged you.
You kissed his satisfied smile, making him hug you tighter, and his mouth left yours to brush down your jaw to your neck, where he buried his face in, nuzzling against your skin to bask in your scent, humming in content. Something he’d wanted to do for a long time.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, threading one of your hands with his soft hair and smiling to yourself. “You should take me out on a date first, don’t you think?” You let out, Matt being able to hear your smile in your voice, twirling a strand of his hair on your finger, something you’d wanted to do for a long time.
He chuckled and stroked the small of your back. “Oh, sweetheart, I’m planning on it.” He said before placing a small kiss on the crook your neck, making you shiver.
“Then perhaps I should get going… or we’re never gonna get to the first date.” You proposed but made no attempt to pull away yet, your hands still playing with his hair.
“You're…not wrong.” He admitted, rubbing his face against your skin and almost purring. It was the first time you two did this in private and it was the first time he was able to feel your skin and smell you and simply appreciate you properly. And the way you were playing with his hair wasn’t helping him on having to let you go. So, even though you would be leaving soon, he wanted to indulge in this for as long as possible. “But give me a few more minutes, I promise I’ll behave.”
Matt felt you chuckle and smiled against your neck. “When have you ever behaved?” You joked, giving his hair a gentle tug, getting a delighted grunt from him as he tightened his hold on you.
“Don’t do that or I won’t be able to keep my promise…”
You ended up deciding to stay. There was no way in Hell you could just get up and leave when the other option was staying and enjoying his kisses, his beautiful face, the warmth of his body against yours and his soft hair between your fingers.
As much as you couldn’t wait for that date he said he would take you to, you were more than content with this for now.
Late nights and rooftops.
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Vigilante!Reader
Summary: The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is a pain in the ass, but he’s always there when you need him. You just wished he’d let you know who he was.
Word count:2224
Warnings: fluff, depictions of violence but nothing graphic, things get steamy but no smut (making out, grinding).
A/N: You guys this is a bit of a mess ksndkskfkd I’ve been having a hard time writing but I still wanted to finish this. Definitely not my best but here it is anyway.
Please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment if you enjoyed it <3
Matt was in the middle of jumping from one rooftop to the other when a waft of your smell hit him, distracting him just enough to land terribly on the next roof. Your scent was mixed with adrenaline, sweat and gunpowder. He huffed as he pulled himself up, pausing to hear closely where you were.
You were fighting someone here.
Again.
Part two’s coming up later today!!
Late nights and rooftops.
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Vigilante!Reader
Summary: The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen is a pain in the ass, but he’s always there when you need him. You just wished he’d let you know who he was.
Word count:2224
Warnings: fluff, depictions of violence but nothing graphic, things get steamy but no smut (making out, grinding).
A/N: You guys this is a bit of a mess ksndkskfkd I’ve been having a hard time writing but I still wanted to finish this. Definitely not my best but here it is anyway.
Please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment if you enjoyed it <3
Matt was in the middle of jumping from one rooftop to the other when a waft of your smell hit him, distracting him just enough to land terribly on the next roof. Your scent was mixed with adrenaline, sweat and gunpowder. He huffed as he pulled himself up, pausing to hear closely where you were.
You were fighting someone here.
Again.
Late nights and stitches.
Pairing: Matt Murdock x vigilante!reader
Summary: Two weeks after your last encounter, something gives Matt the push he needed to let you in.
Word count:2336
Warnings: fluffflufffluff, Matt has too much fun with this, depictions of injuries, description of stitching a wound, making out.
A/N: This is part 2 of Late nights and rooftops!!! Check that one out before reading this one.
Please consider reblogging and/or leaving a comment if you enjoyed it <3
You weren’t expecting to end up at Daredevil’s apartment just two weeks after he suddenly decided to tell you his name, but there you were.
Familiar Senses
Matt Murdock x Reader
a/n: I thought this up randomly and I’m kinda obsessed with the idea of someone doing this for Matt. I think it’d be really cute and I needed to write it out.
word count: 1.4k
You lay with Matt resting bonelessly between your thighs, your fingers thoughtlessly running through his hair, basking in the afterglow of your previous activities.
All was peacefully silent in his apartment, the only noise being both of your calming breaths. Though that was all you heard, you couldn’t even imagine the sounds and scents that must be filling Matt’s senses. You often wondered what it was like for him to live with such a thing.
You always took notice of Matt. When he would squeeze his eyes tightly because there was just too much noise going on around him, when he would stifle a gag because there were too many mixing scents, when he would shift on the bed because there were too many differing textures. There were a number of times where you had seen Matt simply overwhelmed by the world around him.
You always tried to help as best you could.
You hear Matt inhale deeply from where his head lay, his face cuddled against your neck. You feel him smile, his lips soft.
“I think I could find you from anywhere in Hell’s Kitchen,” Matt spoke randomly, the smile still on his face. Your bodies moved as you laughed lightly. The sound of your laughter bounced around the room as it intensified from Matt nipping at your throat playfully.
“That’s random,” you replied once your laughter ceased, mentioning the previous silence. You tried to angle your neck to get a look at his face but Matt kept himself tight against you. Matt’s hand drifted down to caress his knuckles along your bare torso. You noted the warmth in his touch and the rough texture of his hands. Your fingers moved through his hair as he subtly shook his head.
“Everyone has a different scent and it’s constantly changing. It can be overwhelming. But you… you smell the same. Always. It’s become imprinted in my memory, I am more sure of it than I am of most. And I think I could find your scent anywhere,” he admits softly as he curls further against you, his nose brushing against your skin. The weight of him on you was comforting. It was as grounding as your scent was to him.
“Does it help?” You ask, having always wondered if all your attempts were in vain or not. His lips now ghosting along your collarbone, his warm breath now igniting goosebumps along your arms.
“It helps a lot. It calms me down if I’m being honest,” he admits, planting a soft kiss on your sternum before snuggling back against your throat. You sigh in relief, your body relaxing more into the mattress. Your hands slip from his hair and sweep along his back, the muscles there shifting from your touch.
“Your scent brings me comfort too,” you say back, a smile forming on your lips as well. Matt hums and it vibrates through your body like an electric current. Even the littlest thing he did to you made you feel more alive than you remember ever feeling before.
“I think you do it on purpose,” he states, making your eyes shoot open from their closed and relaxed state. Your hands stop their movements and you feel Matt jerk with a short chuckle.
“What do you mean?” You ask, making your voice light and airy. But you knew Matt would sense your increased heartbeat. Even as you tried to breathe evenly, you knew you’d fail to conceal anything.
Matt shifts and your arms fall around his waist, your arms wrapped around him. He braces his forearms on the mattress and he lifts himself off you slightly and all just so you can witness the look he sends you, lips pursed and brow raised.
“Don’t play dumb, darling,” he says, the start of a grin twitching in the corner of his mouth. Your arms tighten around him, making his expression soften. You look over his features, not truly being able to believe this man was yours.
“I notice everything, Matty,” you start softly, a little embarrassed to be admitting this to him. “Everything about you. I know this gift you’ve been given can feel like a curse… but when you’re with me, I don’t want you to feel that way,” you express, finishing strong. A hand moves to cup his cheek and he immediately falls into it, his eyes closing as he accepts its comfort. His scruff tickles your hand but you enjoy the sensation.
“So how do you do it all?” He asks, eyes still closed. Your eyes catch how his eyelashes fall against his cheek and your heart flutters. Your chest feels tight, revealing this to him. You never did it so that he would acknowledge it as if you were doing something special. You only ever did it to make him more comfortable.
“I use the same scent for everything. Body wash and shampoo, perfume, and soap so the different smells don’t overwhelm you. And I match a lot of my outfits too so no matter if you’re holding my waist or my thigh, you’ll feel the similar textures of fabric. You know, stuff like that I guess…” you share, your voice trailing off, your eyes darting to look over his shoulder.
After a few long moments of silence, you gather enough courage to look back to his face. His eyes are now open and wide, darting around uncontrollably. His lips are parted as he inhales and exhales shaky breaths. He’s speechless. And you don’t know how to take that. Worry builds within you the longer it takes for him to reply which causes your chest to tighten and your brows to furrow deeply. Your hand falls back to his waist, unsure of his reaction.
Matt doesn’t speak first. First, he moves to balance on his elbows as his hands fall to your face, slowly tracing your features. He chuckles breathlessly as he smooths out the lines between your brows. He traces the shape of your face, your nose, your cheeks, your mouth, and your chin. His hands rest against your neck as his thumbs graze your jaw. You merely scan his features as you lay there silently, waiting for him to speak. You note the disbelief on his face and wonder what he’s thinking.
“I love you… so damn much. I- I can’t believe— you do— shit,” Matt whispers brokenly and a giant exhale follows from you. You smile widely, your hands coming up to grasp his shoulders tightly. You shrug a little, knowing he can feel it.
“What can I say? I kind of love you too,” you say followed by a few giggles of laughter. A large smile breaks out across Matt’s face as he laughs heartily.
“Kind of?” He asks incredulously, raising his voice to add effect. It forces out a few more laughs before you lean up and plant a soft kiss beneath his earlobe.
“Do what you did with your tongue again and I’ll lose the kind of,” you whisper in his ear. You feel a huff of laughter against your neck before you lean back to face him.
“Alright, I’m gonna kiss you now,” he says with a grin. You shake your head, a look of faux disapproval on your face.
“Not the tongue thing I was talking about,” you say, letting the look on your face shine through your tone as he leans in closer and closer to kiss you.
“Shut up,” he says through a small laugh before his lips mold against yours. You sigh into the kiss, letting both of you fall back against the bed.
His lips are soft against yours and his tongue is smooth as it glides across your own. His hands hold you firmly. You can feel the effect of your kiss on your thigh but it doesn’t disrupt the kiss and the calmness of it. You feel his warmth surround you, blocking out the rest of the world. In this brief moment, it’s only you and him and the senses between you. No one else’s.
You only break apart once the sting of pain in your lungs reminds you that you cannot kiss Matt forever, despite your own wishes. Matt continues to lean over you, nose brushing against your own.
“Not what I was hoping for… but not bad…” you say breathlessly and with a smile on your face. Your eyes focus on Matt to see his expression serious. His thumbs reach up to swipe back and forth across your cheek.
“You are my sanctuary,” he says lowly, taking his time to say them. Your heart melts as you can feel the intensity in the meaning of his words.
“And you’re mine.”
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