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false god - m. murdock

a/n: sorry if this is bad i did my best because i have been thinking about him a lot warnings: cursing, smut, cunninglus (reader recieving), exhibition (kind of?) matt has an oral fixation, praise, premarital activites, reader is deaf and uses hearing aids but it's only mentioned once, if i missed any let me know! word count: 1.8k summary: the night before your wedding, you and matt are starving. you want to order room service, matt wants to eat out. pairing: matt x fem!reader now playing: false god - taylor swift "but we might just get away with it/religion's in your lips/even if it's a false god/we'd still worship/we might just get away with it/the altar is my hips"

When the devil finally proposed to you, he did it amongst flames and darkness.

…

Okay, maybe it wasn’t quite as dramatic as that.

Matt had proposed to you in the empty office of Nelson, Murdock & Page where you had met, with the lights turned down and candles lighting up the air around you. It was romantic, just as the two of you deserved.

Planning took a long time, too, with flowers, dresses and food taking over your every thought.

But now, all of that was done. There was nothing to be worried about anymore, as you and Matt specifically requested that if anything were to go wrong, Foggy and Karen would take care of it the best they could and not alarm the two of you unless someone was either dying or threatening to kill you.

So, in less than twenty-four hours, you would be Mrs. Matt Murdock, doomed to a life of lawyer jargon and patching up wounds, with no way out. The thought made you giddy.

The ceremony was going to be held at the church, but the pair of you had moved in with each other a long time ago, so it felt weird to try and avoid each other the night before the wedding and the morning in your own apartment. So, you and your future husband, as well as your small wedding party, had booked a few rooms in a hotel near the church.

You both had your respective ‘last hurrah’ a few weeks prior, so there was really nothing to do after the rehearsal dinner other than head to your room and relax, waiting for your alarm to go off to start getting ready.

You had decided to take it easy, enjoying a glass of wine after what you deemed to be an ‘everything’ shower, taking all the necessary precautions to feel like your best self on your wedding day. You had even bought yourself a nice silk pajama set, white, just like your rehearsal dress, and just like your wedding dress.

Your wedding dress hung freshly steamed in the closet of the hotel room, your shoes placed neatly beneath it. Your jewelry and accessories were laid out neatly on the dresser across from the bed. Your wedding ring sat in a box, inscribed with your husband’s name on it. He sat next to it, your name in braille on the inside of the ring.

In the morning, your mom, your sister, Karen, Marci and the woman who had been doing your hair and makeup for every major life event would be there, coffee in Karen’s hands, as your soon to be husband and his best friend got ready together, reminiscing on how they had landed themselves here.

Everything was perfectly set in place. Your job now was to just get married, and really, how hard could that be?

So, with your wine, you tuck yourself into bed with full intentions of getting a good night’s rest in your silky bridal pajamas.

Except, your job was almost done. There were no more seating arrangements to make, no one else to chase after for an RSVP, no more fittings, and no more menus to create to adhere to you and your soon to be husband’s particular tastes.

So, for the first time in weeks, you weren’t stressed at all.. Which left you with one conclusion:

You missed Matt.

You had seen him a few hours ago for the rehearsal dinner, but you were suddenly left with the conclusion that you were aching for the man you’d spend the rest of your life with.

Before you realized what you were doing, you were calling him.

On the second ring, he answered.

“Hey, sweetheart. Everything okay?”

“Hi. Everything’s great.”

A pause.

“Okay, do you want to talk about anything..?”

“There’s nothing else to do, Matty!” You’re out of bed and pacing now. “I’m stress free, and I can’t even be with you!”

You hear his laugh from the other side of the line, and it makes your heart flutter.

“We have the rest of our lives to spend the night together, baby.” He must have had a drink or two like you, because ‘baby’ is his tipsy nickname for you.

“I know, but I miss you now. And I’m hungry.” You tell him.

“Do you want to come over, order room service, and make out?”  He grins. “You just have to leave before midnight, it’s bad luck to see the bride the day of the wedding.”

You’re putting on your slippers when you pause and consider this for a minute.

“Matt, You’re blind.”

“And you’re deaf, don’t forget your hearing aids, baby.”

“How drunk are you right now? How would I be talking to you if I didn’t have them in right now?” You question.

A pause.

“I can’t wait to marry you.” His voice is softer now, and before you know it, you’re out the door and walking down the hallway.

He opens the door before you can knock, because of all the men in New York, you’ve landed the one with heightened abilities.

“Hi.” You grin, but he doesn’t respond. He simply leans down and picks you up bridal style, much to your objection. He kicks the door behind him closed before he carries you to the bed. He lays you down on it, finding himself on top of you.

“Silk?” He asks gently, his hand on your side.

“Mhm. Bridal pajamas.” You giggle. He just grins and leans in to kiss you. He pulls away from the kiss only to move to your jaw, and then down your neck. “Matthew, I want to order room service, I’m starved!”

His hands find their way underneath your top, his fingers beginning to creep up your skin.

“Me too. Been planning so much, I’ve hardly had the chance to be with you.. To touch you like this.”

You hum softly, but then your stomach rumbles loudly. So, when He lands on his knees in front of you and pulls you forward so that his head is between your thighs, he takes a second to lean over, searching for the room service menu before handing it to you, as well as the phone.

“What looks good, baby?” He asks, leaning his cheek against your thigh. Your pajama bottoms are shorts, so his warm cheek is a sharp contrast to your skin.

“What are you up to, Murdock?” You ask suspiciously, sitting up to look at the menu.

“Nothing, what kind of desserts do they have on there?”

What a weird, secretive man your future husband is.

“Uh, they have a crème brulee, apple pie, angel cake with chocolate ganache frosting—”

“Oo, can you order me one of those?” he asks, starting to kiss your thighs. Your face flushes.

“Sure, But I’m also gonna order the chocolate covered strawberries and the brownie al a mode—”

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” He hums, “You just have to order it for me.”

You raise an eyebrow at him, but you go to dial the number for room service.

The woman on the other end of the phone is very nice.

As she begins to talk, Matt listens in, but mainly focuses on pulling down your shorts and panties, kissing along your thighs.

Your free hand goes to his hair to try and keep him from eating you out while you order room service, but he is a persistent man.

His lips meet your clit first, and he listens as you gasp, trying to finish the order that he had so kindly requested you to make. His tongue meets your folds, finally satiating the hunger he had for weeks leading up to this.

Your fingers grip his hair, only making him quicken his pace.

“Can I also get uhm—” You can barely think straight. “The uh, Fuck—” Matt’s nose rubs against your clit, his tongue moving at a devastating pace.

“Ma’am, are you okay?” The woman on the other line asks.

“Yeah, Sorry, stubbed my toe on the dresser,” You explain. Matt grins from his place between your thighs. His tongue drags up and down, as if he’s licking every inch of you, like maybe he’ll never be able to taste you again. “The angel cake, can we get two slices of that?” You ask, your fiancé’s pace increasing.

“Yeah, of course. Anything else?”

Matt takes only a moment to stop his assault on your pussy, to add, “The strawberries, baby,” before continuing to lap his tongue against your wet heat.

“The chocolate covered strawberries, and that’s it,” You finish.

“Alright, we have the brownie, the strawberries, and the cake..” She finishes. “What room?”

“Two twenty six,” You tell her. You roll your hips up to try and get more from Matt, but one hand leaves his grip on your thigh to hold your hips down. He knows you’re close, he always knows.

“Oh, are you the bride for tomorrow?” She asks.

This god damn wedding.

“Mhm,” You manage out, biting your lip to try and stop yourself from moaning.

“Congratulations!” She chirps, “Consider the room service complimentary, then,” She gifts.

“Thank you, very much.” You hum.

Matt stops his assault again.

“Ask her how long,” and then he’s back to tasting you, relentlessly.

“How long?” You ask, breathlessly.

“Should only be about ten, fifteen minutes.”

“Okay, thank you,” You say again, your grip on Matt’s hair tightening as you edge closer to your orgasm.

“Of course! Have a very happy wedding day!” And with that, she hangs up, and you toss the phone in the general direction of the machine.

“I’m gonna kill you,” You tell Matt, who stops quickly.

“Do you want to kill me, or do you want me to make you cum?” He asks. He looks really pretty between your thighs.

“Please, Matty..” You give in, and he smirks.

“That’s my good girl.” And he continues to suck your clit, edging you closer and closer. His pace quickens, somehow even more. You let out a soft moan that sounds like absolute heaven to Matt’s ears.

Your thighs are starting to shake because you’re so damn close. Matt keeps his licks consistent, waiting for your release. Your fingers tug on his hair, as you moan, finally hitting your release. He lets you ride out your high, licking all your cum up, making sure to suck up every last drop.

“So sweet and so good for me..” he hums, planting a soft kiss to your clit before pulling away, licking his lips.

“You’re such a dick..” You giggle.

He laughs, kissing your thigh.

“Did so well for me, Sweetheart..” He hums, leaning up to give you a soft kiss. When he pulls away, he slips your shorts back on, and looks like he has a new idea. “Ten to fifteen minutes, huh?”

“Mhm..” You’re just looking at him with such adoration.

“We could probably put that pretty mouth to good use while we wait, right?”

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I was born to sit in a cafe doing fuck all

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1/2 ❤️🖤🤍💚

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a lil life update

hey folks :) long time no talk

the last time i put something of my own on this blog was 9 months ago and the last time i updated Annihilation Day was over a year ago, and even then, my reposts have been very far and few between.

since we last spoke i got my first boyfriend, fell in love with said boyfriend, lost my best friend, graduated college, moved out of an abusive living situation (said best friend), got into grad school, moved to another state, started grad school (wow!), got dumped (wow.), and am currently in my last few weeks of my first semester of my master's program.

to say life got on top of me this past year would be an understatement and navigating it all has been really awful and hard and lonely, but i'm hoping that rejoining this community will help me feel less alone, and maybe help me heal a bit through writing again.

i'm sorry i haven't really been around. there's such a lovely community of artists on this website and among my mutuals and it makes me sad to think that i missed out on so much of everyone's work while i was gone. I can't say quite when i'll start posting again, especially AD because that project is super close to my heart and i never want to rush it just to post it, but i promise to try.

in the meantime, i definitely hope to be more active, so please feel free to send me any asks or requests for anything, or even just a hello or life update of your own, i'd love to get talking with you all again.

anyways, thanks for listening. i'll talk to you soon <3

love,

whiskey

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IMPORTANT NOTE!! ⚠

Tw- Mention of genocide, dead bodies etc

This is a difficult post to make, an important one for sure, but one that I'm hesitant to post. I'm grateful for every little interaction i get with my posts and fics, but it's time I set some rules considering everything that's been happening.

First, If you're pro-Israeli miliary/government, a Zionist or literally anyone hiding behind the excuse of 'antisemitism' to excuse, justify and even celebrate the genocide of Palestinian people, I want you to get the fuck off my blog.

Seriously, stop following me and stop interacting with me. I can't believe more fic authors aren't doing this, but I have to be true to my values and put this out there because I fucking cannot take the amount of horrifying shit takes I've seen on the Palestine genocide. I have no interest in followers who support the murder and ethnic cleansing of any nation/people/race. So many fic authors that I've admired have disappointed me so much with either their silence or with their support of the terrorist government of Israel.

The past few months have been shocking, horrifying and hard to swallow and I can only imagine it's far far more difficult for Palestinians who are being bombed one after another. I've come across videos of babies being blown apart, of Israeli soldiers beating and shooting fucking kids, of men and women being stuck under rubble knowing help is not on the way because Israel is not only bombing but cutting off water, food and electricity. All violations of human rights. But in these difficult times, there have also been writers who're showing their support despite the death threats they're getting and to all of them I just wanna say please don't stop showing support, don't stop spreading awareness and don't stop boycotting. So many creators that I didn't know of, I know of now because they alone stood out with their support for Palestinians.

All I want to put out there right now is to please support your fellow writers who are loud and proud about Palestine. And, to stop interacting with creators who have no problem excusing and celebrating the genocide of Palestine. Stop following me if you disagree with me, if you're a Zionist pls. Block me go ahead, I don't want your bloody conscience. I'm shaking with anger, with fear but I'm also hopeful because never has our future looked so bright and full of support. My blog will always, always be a safe space, especially for people of color. Thankyou.

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Please enjoy some playlists to makeup for the fact that I haven't posted anything in months 🙃

(I'll get back in the swing of things soon, life has just been a lot recently)

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Look for the light.

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I'm thinking about extending my character playlists to other franchises as well, in particular rhaneyra and dany from got/hotd, would y'all be interested in that??

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Me: undergoing massive writers block and a super busy schedule with no time to write.

Also me: yaknow what will fix all of this? Changing my theme 😌

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Huge thanks to @yourbucky084 for the tag!!

Deadname! - flasch

Passerine - the oh hellos

Georgia - phoebe bridgers

Milk man - rare Americans

Cassandra - Florence + the Machine

No pressure tags 💖: @elgrandeavocados @freshabogados @angelsfilth @matt-erialgirl @moonlarking @mattmurdockspainkink @saintmurd0ck @father4giveme

🎶✨️when u get this u have to put 5 songs u actually listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)🎶✨️

Big Girls- Mika

Cleopatra- The Lumineers

Wish you were gay- Billie Eilish

Kangaroo- This Mortal Coil

Crimson and Clover- Joan Jett

Damn this is all over the place lmao. I don't have a favorite genre, just a favorite vibe. Also some of these guys aren't following me but I follow them and I love them

@omgbrcat @valeskafics @artemiscastle @ietss @targtowers @adderess @dragonsbabe @faces-ofvenus @ophelieverse @emaliakarnstein

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Here it is folks! The moon knight playlist 😈

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Hello 👋🏽 can I suggest a song that its lyrics fit Marc x Layla perfectly?

Eric Clapton - Layla (unblugged)

It was made for them

YOU ARE SO RIGHT

This song is perfect and has been added 😌

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This song belongs to 🪲🇪🇬🔺️her🔺️🇪🇬🪲

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This song belongs to 🪶💀🌕him🌕💀🪶

(I may or may not be releasing a playlist for him soon hehehehehe)

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may i present you

penguin pingu classics

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SHAQHAHAHAHA

to celebrate reaching 400 followers (HOW?!) here's a sneaky peek at chapter 13 of 'The Archer'

ummm so I just reached 400 followers...

what the heck?! like HOW?

to all 400 of you besties -- thank you!

and as a thank you gift, here's a sneak peek at the next chapter of 'the archer'.

enjoy!

-sam

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“Can I touch you?”

Jane swallows a needy gulp as she lets Matt’s hushed question wash over her. Nodding her head, a fulfilled sigh is let go from her mouth the second she feels his fingers touch her over her sweatpants. The feeling was nice, subtle, but Jane craved more.

“You can get closer if you want,” she whispers. Her eyes look over his face, memorizing every inch. “You don’t have to but if you want to, I’d be okay with it.”

Matt smiles warmly at her words. Dipping his hand down into her sweatpants, his fingers instantly feel the soft fabric of her underwear, pausing low below her belly button. He takes a moment to gather his emotions. For weeks, intimacy was led with the rocking of each other’s hips over one another but now, hands were finally beginning to play a vital role.

“Only if you want,” he whispers, leaning his face down and capturing her lips in a soft kiss. His right hand had been propping the side of his head while his left gently stroked her belly. He felt himself blushing at the sound of her breath picking up. Slowly, removing his hand from his head, Matt places it to the top of her own and smoothly strokes her hair.

Jane turns her body to face his, bringing her knees to lock with his. She tilts her head back lightly, sighing blissfully as Matt freezes his fingers just above the elastic waistband of her underwear.  “I want you to.”

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In honor of chapter 8 being released today I also present to you: Helena's mixtape :)

I was keeping it under wraps until her back story was revealed, so now that it is- here you go!!!!

Annihilation day taglist: @freshabogados @moonlarking @elgrandeavocados @angelsfilth