#daredevil hcs

This goes into dating headcanon territory but Matt would be the type of person to meet you at your apartment for your first date. He knows firsthand how dangerous the city can be at night and although you’re an adult, he doesn’t want to put you in harms way for him. It’s his own way of recognizing his care for you before you even begin dating.

The first time he comes by to pick you up, you’d invite him in while you finish getting ready and before Matt even shuts the door behind him, here comes the soft pitter patter of your cat’s paws against the floor.

And yes, he’d smile so wide his eyes would scrunch from his cheeks.

He’d close his cane and squat down to the ground, putting his hand out to lure the cat.

“Psp, psp, psp. C’mon, I don’t bite.”

When the cat’s nose finally brushed his fingers, sniffing his palms before nuzzling its furry head against his palm, Matt felt as though he’d won the jackpot.

But hearing your footsteps emerge from the other room, he’d play it cool.

“I see you two are getting along.” You’d gush, leaning against the wall.

“Yeah,” he’d laugh, scratching the back of your cat’s ears in a way that elicited a delightful purr. “Pets love me, what can I say?”

Sensing your readiness to leave, Matt pushed himself up from the floor and wiped his hands on his pants.

“Ready to go?”

Your cat (who you’d thank later) tangled itself between Matt’s legs, rubbing its head against his ankles.

Matt glanced between you and the feline between his legs but when he heard a soft little meow from below, he was done for.

“How about we do dinner in?”

The next morning when Matt showed up to the office in the same clothes as the day before, Foggy raised his eyebrow.

“Nice date?”

“Oh yeah,” Matt smiled on the way to his office. “I met her cat.”

Scrunching his face in confusion, Foggy peeked his head into Matt’s office.

“Is that a euphemism?”

DOGS

Now just because I imagine Matt as a cat person, does not by any means mean that he doesn’t like dogs. They just have a lot of energy, bark often, and can pounce which can sometimes leave someone like Matt who has heightened senses a built overwhelmed.

The first time you met was actually because of your dog. The leash had managed to escape your grasp and before you knew it, your pup was barreling through the park with you running after it.

Matt , quick as ever, stepped on the leash as your dog ran past, keeping it put.

Remember how Foggy said that Matt had a weird ability to tell if he was talking to a pretty woman? Well, even as you were a few jogs away he could tell you were the kind of woman he wanted to impress.

This led to him kneeling in front of your dog- scratching its ears and patting its back- just in time for you to see.

"Oh my god," you huffed, catching your breath. "Thank you so much! You're a life saver."

"It's no problem." Matt chuckled, grabbing the leash from beneath his heal as he stood.

Grabbing it from his hand, fingers brushing his, you were flushed.

"Is there anything I can do to repay you?" You asked, composing yourself as you finally realized how attractive your hero was.

"Well, I was just going on lunch." He suggested. "How does a coffee sound?"

"Sounds perfect."

"Lead the way."

The rest of the afternoon was spent learning about each other over (several) cups of coffee as your dog, whose head rested on Matt's shoe, dozed between the two of you underneath the table.

When his self-allotted one hour lunch had long past and the sun that was setting behind the apartment buildings began to cast shadows on Matt's face, you woke your pet with a pat on the side.

"So..." You said, standing with leash in hand. "You'll call me?"

"I'll call you." Matt said with a smile. He squat before your dog, taking its head in his hands and grimaced as it licked his face. "Well... looks like I got a kiss on the first date."

After apologizing profusely and wiping his cheek with your hand, you did end up giving him a real (and much less slobbery) kiss to go home with.

goes out of his way to touch you. nothing inappropriate—just sweet, lowkey touches

a hand on the small of your back as he slips past you in the office, or playfully bumping his arm into yours during a meeting, catching your attention after someone says something that definitely wasn't supposed to be funny, but totally is

he also flirts like his life depends on it

crooked grins, teasing nicknames, the occasional wink (that never turns out as sexy as he hopes)

but nine times out of ten? his flirting ends with him tripping over his own feet, knocking over a vase, spilling coffee all over his shirt, or something equally as embarrassing

you might think he's doing it to make you laugh

but nope

he's actually just a major klutz who's nowhere near as confident as he pretends to be

luckily for him, you happen to think it's adorable that he's perpetually doomed

his love language is acts of service

anything you don't want to do? he's got it covered

the two of you will be doing something simple, like eating lunch, when he casually drops:

"Oh, I filed your reports, by the way." "What? I hadn't even finished them—and they weren't due for another week!" "Well, sure. But filing's like, super annoying, and I know you hate it. So."

definitely shrugs like it's no big deal

but it's very much a Big Deal

because while he might try to hide it, Daniel definitely craves your praise like a sweet little puppy

and while you've gotten used to how touchy he is, you never really return it

not because you don't want to, but because your job at the mayor's office is your first real job, and you don't want to risk looking unprofessional around Fisk or the rest of the team.

but one morning, the elevator gets stuck on your way up to Fisk's office

it's just you and daniel, locked in a big steel box for who-knows-how-long

Daniel handles it pretty well

he's cool, calm, collected...

for approximately five seconds

then he's sitting on the floor, scrubbing his face like he's about to have a full-on meltdown

"Holy shit, this elevator's real small, innit? Fuck... Have you ever seen that one scene in Star Wars? The one with Han and Chewie where the walls start closing in and—oh god. Ohgod-ohgod-ohgod, we're gonna die in here, aren't we? We're gonna die and—"

you do it without thinking. crouch in front of him, brush a rogue strand of hair off his forehead

Daniel immediately shuts up

his body goes still

he's not even breathing

(probably for the best, since he was borderline hyperventilating)

and then you smile at him, and dear god, he swears his heart's gonna thump right through his chest

"We're going to be fine, Danny boy."

wait.

Danny boy?!

he pretends to be chill about it. the nickname, the fact that your hand is still in his hair, gently fixing the neat hairstyle he wrecked during his panic

but let's be real

on the inside?

he is so not chill

"By the way,” there’s a teasing lilt to your voice, a sound so sweet and hypnotizing that Daniel tried to commit every note to memory, “they were in a trash compacter in A New Hope," you told him. "So this isn't even close to being the same thing."

if he wasn't in love with you already, he was now

because holy shit

you liked Star Wars

| NSFW

as time goes on, Daniel easily becomes a fixture in your sex life

after all, working for Fisk isn't your usual 9-to-5

it's overtime all the time, so you can't be bothered fitting hookups into your already packed schedule

but a girl's got needs, so...

Enter: Daniel Blake

you try telling yourself it's not that big a deal

people fuck their coworkers all the time, right? and it is awfully convenient: quickies in the bathroom between meetings, getting fingered underneath the table at some fancy gala

(an exception being the risky blowjob you gave him from underneath the mayor's desk after everyone left for the night—that leaned more desperate than convenient)

man is a giver with a capital G

the type of guy to catch you by the wrist when you're stressed, dragging you somewhere private so he can stuff his head between your thighs

"Look at you, gettin' yourself all worked up. How 'bout we blow off a lil steam, yeah? Lemme take care of you."

no matter how cocky or nonchalant he tries to act, he's always freaking out on the inside

genuinely so glad you're letting him hit, tho

probably Googles dumb shit like

How to not nut fast?

or

Map to G-spot?

(bless him, this boy genuinely just wants to be the best lay of your life)

p r a i s e k i n k

will literally melt if you tell him what a good job he's doing

but if you say it while his dick's inside of you there is a 99.99% chance he's gonna cum immediately, so wield this power wisely (and use birth control)

a whimpering little bitch boy when receiving

probably begs without even realizing it? always under his breath and always something simple, like muttering "Fuck, please"

even outside of sexual situations, Daniel definitely struggles with getting embarrassingly hard over stupid things

you brought a banana for breakfast?

boner

you compliment his shirt?

boner

you so much as breathe in his direction

BONERBONERBONER

praying for him if the two of you ever actually make it official, because knowing you're his is just gonna turn him on even more

pray for Fisk, too, cause his two best employees are gonna be late all the damn time cause they're too busy trying not to slip during early morning shower sex

(and let's be real: Daniel Blake's 100% got big dick energy—the dorky loser variety, sure, but still)

a/n | i had thoughts. got thoughts out. now we have this? i don't usually write headcanon type stuff, so apologies if it's kinda meh lol