#murdock circle

LMFAOO CLO PLS 😭😭

"aww honey do you need dad to teach you how to count again? poor angel, this is why you need me."

OR

"darling, I don't get it. does it have a special meaning?" *cue infinite confusion when you actually explain it*

@/silkenmurdock presents..

ANEMOIA

!! minors dni !! 18+ only!!

pairing: matt murdock x fem!reader (my bad ill do more gender neutral next time)

tags: fauxcest, daddy issues, dad!matt, implied sexual content at the end, mental health. (I think thats it?)

border credit: @uzmacchiato

authors note: this is the very first fic im posting on here and its not beta read pls bare with me 🙏 basically I just saw a daddy issues edit on tiktok and well here we go. kind of inspired by the beginning of pinky promise and thank you to murdock circle for giving me the motivation to write. also to sunny for helping me figure out how to layout this post. I hope this comes off the way I wanted it too, let me know if you need more context to it! uhh ily bye <3

tagged people: @sunshine-daydreams0809 @cloudmurdock @vigilantekisser @angelmurdock (and the rest of murdock circle ofc)

Something always turned out wrong.

Whether it be an assignment being turned in late or a betrayal from a friend. Maybe it was her, maybe it was the way things were destined to be.

A path that everyone follows regardless if they planned it or not. It didn't matter how much she cursed at life, that's just how things went. She pictured it as a looming figure pulling the strings of events together like a huge tapestry, all meticulously planned, taking years to finish. But hers was discolored, worn, and frayed at the edges.

It couldn't possibly be the only one, there were many people living different lives with different weights on their shoulders. Burdens that sometimes, didn't have anything to do with what they did. Her burden was the consistent fear that people wouldn't stay and she'd be left behind to be forgotten and never given a second thought. It wasn't her, it was just poor decisions made by their own shortcomings.

That knowledge didn't comfort her, because she still made herself believe that if she wasn't a certain way, then maybe she could've lived a different life than what she had to settle for. And so it continued, following her whenever she went. It influenced her actions, her emotions, her routine, everything. Eventually, it came to a point where she couldn't feel angry anymore.

She was tired.

She also knew where it came from. One person who had loved her from the beginning, aided in the creation of her existence, but who also broke down what was a reflection of himself. Hatred wasn't the word she would use, it was disappointment. But hatred was easier to disguise the deep ache in her soul.

The intricate loneliness that would never dissipate because he would never change for her. It hurt less to not care. So the only way she could ease that ache, the utter disappointment of someone who could never be what she wished he could've been, is to find it in someone else. And maybe she could've gone somewhere else, seeked solace in something that could help her understand. However, it wasn't what she needed. Any choice she made was done consciously for her own benefit. How could she not accept a person who is fully aware of her, who gives her everything she wanted, no everything she needed, to be whole? To be loved, to be listened to, to be able to go to when she's had a rough day?

She's his. He wouldn't leave her.

Matt packs her lunch, matt keeps her in line when she messes up, matt- no. not matt.

　 ᜔𝒮. elena ! 　☆̱ 19 ! ✧ॱ. lesbian ! ✿֔ᮬ᳘ writer ! ৎ𝄢 minors dni !

　 ᜔𝒮. likes: yumeshipping, y2k, marvel, nana, alien stage, kamisama kiss, madoka magica, devilman crybaby, icky stuff !

　 ᜔𝒮. dislikes: actual incest, minor! reader, any discriminatory actions, can't think of anything else... update you later!

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welcome to murdock circle >.<

i love your blog's aesthetic ehehehhe

~sunny 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯

WARNING, FILTH AHEAD.

After a long week, the weekend finally approached, and tonight was movie night.

The whole, weekly, ritual included, the smell of freshly popped popcorn, candles lit up, lights dimmed low, cuddling with Matt after a long week, watching a silly movie, and play fighting with Matt because of how much his silly commentary annoyed you. “Sweetheart, cmon. How could they not see that coming! It makes no sense!”

What was not included in the weekly routine was the way his lips slammed into yours, the way his big, hairy, arms wrapped round you, the way his calloused hands gripped every curve he could find, and the way his empty eyes expressed his hunger. Now that was a surprise.

Though, after that, it wasn’t a surprise how you ended up in a mating press under Matt’s sweaty and muscular body, his large cock sliding in and out of you. Matt is such a fucking tease, always has been, everyone knows that. He’s a cocky bastard. But a blind man that grins as he slides his thick cock in and out of your hole in an extra slow rhythm? That’s a sight, a suffering, that only you know.

The way he pulls out till the very head of his cock threatens to pop out of your hole, just for him to thrust it back in, painfully slow. He does it over and over so he can hear every delicious whimper, plea, and cry from your mouth, embedding the sounds into his ver own soul. The way your body trembles, the way hole clenches around his cock so it won't slip out, like a blessing for him.

But there is another dirty little secret that Matt Murdock has, other than his double life, a secret no one expects from the church raised, handsome, and well spoken, blind, lawyer. Matt loves feet, and he always has an appetite for yours. That man lives for them.

The way they feel

The way they taste in his mouth

The way your freshly painted, and dried, toe nails smell.

And if you wear an anklet? Lord have mercy, he gets hard every time he hears it jingle.

And that’s how you, simply, ended up sobbing, on a Friday night, with Matt’s cock in your hole, and his hot tongue swirling in between your toes. His lips leaving kisses on that sensitive arch of yours, and his teeth grazing over the heels.

P.S your feet end up covered in those pretty pearly ropes of Matt’s cum ;)