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Hello! Congrats on 500! I love reading all that you've written!

For the sleepover, would you possibly be able to do something about Matt's wedding night? I love seeing his soft side :)

hi lovely! first of all i love your profile pic, love to see me charlie & tom <3 and thank you so much for your kind words, my heart is bursting 💖

i would be delighted to write about matt's wedding night, it's great also to take a break from all the intense smut i've been writing hahaha (even tho this has a little bit) 😵‍💫🤭

*flashbacks written in italics

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fluff/smut headcanons | matt murdock on his wedding night

it's true what they say about weddings; it goes by in a blur. although he's a little tired, and tipsy from all the reception champagne (okay, it's some sort of sparkling “wine” and yes, you're all at josie's), matt feels like bliss. this day had been a long time coming, and truthfully, matt never thought it'd happen, but of course, that all changed when he met you.

right now, matt's bowtie is undone, shirt a little ruffled, and his skin slightly flushed from the number of drinks foggy's bought for you all. he's riding the high from your little ceremony at the church, presided over by father lantom, with sister maggie, foggy, marci and karen in attendance. you had insisted it be small, with only your chosen family there, and god, it was just perfect.

father lantom and sister maggie opted out of the reception, pulling you and matt aside for a small embrace, a meaningful exchange of words. you've never seen the two of them so happy, tears glistening in their eyes as they took in your beautiful dress and matt's expressions of unbridled joy. this was a very significant moment, especially for father lantom; he would always, always worry about matt, but with you, matt would never be alone again.

it wouldn't be a wedding reception without speeches, right? and foggy did exactly that, climbing on top of the pool table (at josie's dismay), tapping his tie clip on his whiskey glass, capturing the attention of every patron. in typical foggy fashion, he delivered a speech that embarrassed the hell out of matt, drawing laughter from all corners of the bar, but made sure to wrap it up with a message of endearment, sweet words that you'd cherish for the rest of your life.

and karen? oh, karen. her speech made you and matt cry -- to be fair, you'd expected nothing less -- and it was soon followed by the rising chants of your newfound audience: 'first dance! first dance! first dance!'

so, with the clink of a couple quarters into josie's jukebox machine, completely unaware of what song was about to come on, a little space was cleared for you in the middle. matt took your hand, guiding you into the centre, holding your waist as you nuzzled your face into his neck. the music startled you a little, the upbeat sound of 'god only knows' filling the small space. not what you would've picked for a typical first dance, but you'd take it. as you pressed your lips into matt's, still in your wedding dress by the way, everything fell away around you, and there you were; the two of you. just the two of you.

when matt takes you home later that night, carrying you over the threshold of your front door, it's hard to describe the feeling coursing through your veins; the pure, euphoric joy making your heart swell beyond belief.

you lose count of how many times matt calls you 'mrs murdock', the words falling from his lips sweetly at first, then dipping into a tone laced with hunger as he takes his time undoing your dress, the soft thud of the fabric pooling around your ankles music to his ears.

as he finds himself between your legs, his shirt not even completely off yet, he calls you mrs murdock again, before his tongue dives into you.

later, after you've fallen apart on his tongue and his cock more times than you think humanly possible, it's hard to mistake the devotion radiating from him, radiating from who is now your husband.

and, as you lie in his arms, fingers grazing against his wedding ring, you trace over the raised braille dots of your name engraved into the metal.

"how is it that i got so lucky, huh?" matt whispers against your cheek, hands intertwining in yours.

"i ask myself that every day, matt," you hum, kissing his chin.

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