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lottiecrabie · 11 months

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Captain Matty

my digital footprint is so Precise for Four people to send me this😭 i have a Brand

#and when i write pirate!matty kidnappening the captain of the guard’s daughter What Then🤨🤨#ask

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king-nyx · 16 days

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Some lyrics in this album can be very easily turned into jokes/TS call out post so here:

"driving myself" -TS got a 15 min flight (or smth similarly small)

"That I'd sue you for stepping on my lawn" - oh you mean when you sued a college student for posting public information about you?

Entirety of "I can fix him" -YOU CAN'T FIX YOUR NAZI BF

#tw nazi mention #tw matty healy mention #for reference i am pirating the album #dw I'm not paying ts shit #anti-ts #ts slander #rambles

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happy74827 · 5 months

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hey are requests open…. If so can I have Dom Matthew Patel x Sub female reader (lime)

Study Buddy

[Matthew Patel x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Things get a little heated after Matthew admits his feelings to you.

WC: 1831

Category: Spice/Lime, Fluff

Matthew as a Dom? Lmfao that’s a new one (personally he gives me total Sub vibes 🤷‍♀️), but a request is a request. Hopefully I wrote it to where you like it :)

『••✎••』

Matthew Patel. A nerd with an affinity for magic. The kind of guy you would see at your local comic book store or performing “One Day More” from Les Mis in an empty movie theatre.

He was also your best friend's ex-boyfriend. He was also currently on top of you.

The two of you were in your dorm room, and you had been studying. It was exam week at college, and you were cramming for your finals when you heard the familiar sound of someone opening your door. You were on the ground, papers, and books splayed out around you. Matthew stood, hands in his pockets.

His mouth hung open slightly as he took a deep breath.

"You're so..." He paused. "I mean, you look so..." He trailed off. You cocked an eyebrow.

"Matty… are you musical theatre-ing me right now? Because if so, I really need to study-"

"No! No, just listen." He said, sitting next to you. You could tell he was nervous, fiddling with his sleeves. "You're beautiful, you're smart, and you're my friend.”

“Uh… huh? Thanks, I guess, but where are you going with this exactly-?" You asked, trying to return to your work. He cut you off, standing.

"Ramona and I never worked out, and that's because she didn't like me. I get it, but you... You actually care about me and... and... I really… I like you a lot and... And... Can you not do that?!"

You stopped writing, looking up at him. You were surprised to see his face was red and that he was sweating slightly.

"Can I not what?"

"You're doing it! The thing! With your eyebrows! It's distracting me!"

"Matthew, calm down." You said, setting down your pencil and standing up. He was about parallel with you, height-wise. Not bad, considering he was a year older.

"No! This is a big deal! This is serious! I want... I want to ask you something."

You looked him in the eyes, confused.

"What is it, Matty?" You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. He looked away.

"Will you... Go out with me?"

There was a long pause as you processed what had just happened.

"Matthew..." You said, and he visibly cringed.

"I knew it; I knew I was being too forward. I just-"

You cut him off with a hug, burying your face in his chest.

"You're really sweaty; did you know that?" You mumbled, and you felt him laugh. He returned your hug, pulling you in. “And to be honest, you do actually look like a major pirate in this lighting."

"Uh,” His face fell. "Thanks?"

"But, I happen to have a type, you see. Sweaty pirates with magic powers who quote musicals. And I'm pretty sure that describes you perfectly." You said, smiling as you felt his heartbeat pick up. He let out a soft sigh, resting his chin on the top of your head.

"That's... That's a relief."

The two of you stayed there for a moment before he cleared his throat and gently placed a hand on your cheek, making you look at him.

"So, uh, I haven’t done this in a while.”

“You mean since that week in seventh grade with Ramona?” You asked.

His face turned red. “Ramona told you that?! Oh man, did she tell you about Pilgrim, too, or... Okay, we don’t have to talk about this; let's just..."

He leaned down, and you felt his lips press against yours. It was gentle and sweet, and he pulled away, leaving you wanting more.

"You're such a dork, Matty."

"… A good dork, right?"

"Yeah, a good dork." You smiled, kissing his nose. He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you again. For not having kissed someone in a long time, he was pretty good.

His hands slid down to rest on your hips, and your arms draped over his shoulders. Your hands tangled in his hair as his tongue gently pressed against your bottom lip, requesting entry.

You opened your mouth, letting him deepen the kiss. You felt your body being pressed against the wall behind you, and you let out a soft gasp. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, gently rubbing it against yours.

The kiss was messy, tongues and teeth clashing. It wasn’t the most elegant, but it was passionate and full of emotion.

He pulled away, looking down at you. His lips were red and swollen, his hair was messed up, and his face was flushed. You assumed you looked similar.

"… uhm, I think I accidentally set your textbook on fire."

You looked over to where you had been sitting and saw a large pile of ashes where your textbook had been.

"Aw, shit! Matthew, how am I supposed to take finals now?"

"Uhh... I’ll buy you another one. I'm sorry."

You gave him a look, and he looked down in shame. He looked like a sad puppy, and you sighed.

"Don't worry about it. I can just use my computer. And... Well, I wouldn't mind some help studying."

His eyes lit up, and he grinned, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips.

"Yeah, I can help. Anything for you, babe."

"Okay, ew, don't call me babe."

"Right, sorry. Honey, Sweetie, Darling, Cutie-"

"Matthew."

"Right. Sorry. Anyway, what was it that you were studying for again?"

You laughed, and the two of you got to work, studying and laughing together. Except, you didn’t study because you were too busy making out. But, that was probably the best studying of all.

The floor became your bed, and it was covered in papers. But you didn’t mind. Because the boy who had previously been known as a nerd with mystic abilities and questionable taste in music was now on top of you, kissing your neck and whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

Matthew didn’t strike you as the type of guy to take charge. In fact, you would have been surprised if he wasn't a virgin. But as he whispered to you, his hands running along your sides, his lips pressing against yours, his body pressed against yours... You could tell he wanted this just as much as you did.

It didn’t take long before you matched his energy, becoming a sweaty, blushing, panting mess. Your hands were under his shirt, running along his torso. His skin was hot, and you were sure your hands were sweaty. But he didn’t seem to mind.

In fact, he seemed to enjoy it if the groan that came from his mouth when your hand brushed across a particularly sensitive area was anything to go by.

Your name rolled off his tongue, and your heart raced as he whispered into your ear again.

"Do that again, please..."

And who were you to refuse such a polite request?

You sat up, and he adjusted his position so that he was kneeling between your legs, your arms around his neck, and your forehead pressed against his.

His coat was discarded, and the two of you were a blushing mess. His breathing was heavy, and so was yours. Your clothes had become disheveled, and your hair was messy.

But that didn’t matter because the way he was looking at you made you feel more beautiful than you ever had before.

"Y-you're amazing." He muttered, his hand on your hip. "I've liked you for so long. And now, we're here. I never thought I would be this close to you, ever. You're amazing."

You blushed, looking down.

"Matthew, you're embarrassing me."

"Sorry, I just... I need to say it: you're... you're so gorgeous."

You blushed harder, burying your face in his neck and taking a deep breath. He smelled like pine and smoke, and his hair tickled your face.

You felt him chuckle, a deep rumble in his chest. His fingers gently stroked your sides, and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. He then moved his head so his lips were against your ear.

"You wanna hear a secret?"

"Yes, please."

"My favorite musical is The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Not the Disney movie, but the actual play."

You burst out laughing, looking up at him. He smiled, looking proud of himself.

"Oh, god, Matthew, why?"

"What? I like the songs! I sang it back in high school. Granted, I sang it behind the curtains because I was only picked for the ensemble, but I still like it!"

You couldn’t stop the laughter coming from your mouth, and he began to laugh as well. His laugh was more of confusion than anything else, but it was adorable nonetheless.

"God, you're such a nerd."

"Oh, like you aren't a nerd as well! What was it that you were listening to on your laptop the other day? 'Hamilton' or something?"

"Okay, first of all, Hamilton is amazing, and I will not let anyone, not even you, say otherwise."

"Fair enough. But, can we continue now?"

"I mean, you could just sing a song from the Hunchback of Notre Dame for me."

He laughed, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

"Maybe later." He said, and his lips were back on yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth. His hands found their way under your shirt, gently running along your sides. He was gentle and sweet and very eager. His touches were light and loving, and it didn't take long for him to become more confident.

Soon, the kisses became rougher and sloppier, his touches more firm. His hips bucked into yours, and you groaned, breaking the kiss. He grinned, doing it again. You let out a shaky breath, gripping his hair.

"Matty..."

"Yeah?"

"Those demon… girls? , the uh... the ones that follow you around. Can they see us? I really don't want them watching."

His head perks up, watching you.

"Uh, not if I don't want them to. They usually stay in my shadow so they can't see. Besides, I've told them that I'm done with the whole vengeance thing. They're chill."

"Oh, okay.”

He kissed your cheek, and his lips were back on yours in a second, kissing you hungrily. His hands roamed your body, and your hands tangled in his hair, pulling slightly.

Yeah, you didn’t study that night. The excitement was too much. Instead, the two of you stayed in each other’s arms for hours, the smell of burning paper surrounding the room.

Excluding the fact that Matthew had burned your textbook and possibly owed you an entire binder full of notes, you had no complaints.

Matthew Patel might be a nerd, a loser, and a total weirdo to some. But to you, he was the sweetest, most loving, and the most wholesome person you had ever met.

And, as he pressed a kiss to your temple and muttered an "I love you," you couldn't help but smile and think that maybe, just maybe, there was some truth to the "nerds can get chicks" stereotype.

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thebabyprince · 6 months

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omg you should do some caregiver!matthew patel x reader ^_^

Hiiiii!!!!!! Here ya go, hope you like em <3

(By the way, I got an OVERWHELMING in a good way amount of requests, so I might tale some time doing them all, but I'll try my best :] )

Caregiver! Matthew Patel

Matthew's such a corny, dedicated caregiver... He's almost overbearingly sweet and loving to you, treating you like you're the most precious thing in the whole wide world.

Basically, he spoils you rotten. You don't even have to walk most of the time, cause you get to fly around with him.

Congrats on getting a package deal, by the way! You get not only a cg, but four big sisters as well!! Oh Gosh, Demon Hipster chicks, they love you.... not a second is passed with none of them patting your head or cooing at how adorable you are to them. Matty often reminds them to have some patience and give you space.

"Girls, girls! I know you love them, I get it, but please, show some decorum to the little one!!"

He has, like, 200 petnames for you. Uses them endlessly. The one he uses the most is "prince/princess/little royal", cause that's basically what you are.

When you asked him to be your caregiver, he passed out from happines anime-style. Him!!! Papa Matthew!!! It's such a pleasure.

Turns out he really benefits from caring for a little. It helps him feel more important, and puts his cheesiness to a good use.

Tries to establish rules, but fails tremendously, cause there's no way he can refuse you! How could he?? Look at those eyes! He's a villain, not a monster!

The only thing he can be strict about is fire. No fire magic with a baby in the same room!

Matthew enjoys putting together your outfits, so you can match his tremendous pirate-chique style.

Somehow always has your favorite snacks in his pockets.

Whenever you're crying, his first instinct is to distract you. He tries to show a magic trick, then it goes hilariously wrong, and you start giggling. Success, hah! Another great victory for Matthew Patel!

The type of caregiver who hears you babbling and starts going: "Oh, really? There's just no way! This is so ridiculous, tell me more! That's simply... shocking".

#age regression #agere #agere sfw #sfw age regression #age regressor #fandom agere #scott pilgrim #spvtw #spvtw agere #scott pilgrim vs the world agere #scott pilgrim agere #scott pilgrim vs the world #matthew patel #matthew patel agere #agere headcanons #agere writing

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applesfallingfromblondehair · 11 months

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On vacation in Paris(!) so haven’t been sending in as many unhinged anon asks but the video of him kissing the security guard and then the guard going back in for the neck kiss?? So relatable. And also… mmmhmmm his neck

GOD I know. And Matty's the one who pulled him back in 👀

#answered #matty healy #gay pirate #aarhus

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justanamesstuff · 11 months

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All I Need

Chapter 10 (the final chapter)

A/N: I want to thank all of you for supporting this fic so much since the start. Nothing would've the same without you, without your comments, wishes, excitement, encouragement, EVERYTHING. All of you that read it are a substantial part of 'All I Need' and I'll be forever grateful for it. I hope you like the end...have a happy reading, guys!!! 😘😘

Warnings: fluff, angst, swearing, smut (MINORS DON'T INTERACT!!!), baby in hospital, sickness, typos.

Word count: 9.8 K

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1 month later

Finally, the dynamic around the house came to a normal one.

When Matty wasn’t away for a few days during the weeks doing shows –here and there– around the UK, he was at home with his girls. Amelia was stoic to have daddy’s time and attention.

Y/n love to watch them play around the house, Matty was making his life purpose to play with his daughter when he had the time. Y/n would never admit it, but sometimes she sneaked behind the door after excusing herself to do some chores. Matty and Amelia were so engrossed into the game to notice that mommy was watching them like if it was a play.

It was sweet to watch him when Amelia asked –as best as she could– Matty to play princesses. Over all, it was funny when she tried to make him fit into one of her tiny dresses. Matty was only able to fit his arms, and not even all the way. Whatever would make Amelia happy, her dad was ready to do.

All of their games were fun to watch: from tea parties to being pirates.

Y/n wanted to be as creative as he was, although her way to spend time with Amelia have to do more with watching films and spending hours without end drawing, or painting with their hands.

Amelia and Y/n were in the middle of one of their’s mommy and daughter time before nap time watching ‘A Bug’s Life’, Amelia was getting a bit sleepy already. When, suddenly, Y/n felt a strange wave of heat brushed over her body. She got scared for a minute. Y/n stayed still, trying to find what was wrong inside her.

Trying not to startle her daughter, she managed to run towards the downstairs bathroom. All the content inside her stomach was flushed down the toilet a couple of minutes later. Y/n pushed the button, raising her hand as best as she could. Feeling tired after the sudden actions, she rested her forehead on the toilet for a second.

Y/n tried to pick herself from the floor as best as she could. Once on her feet, she had a look at the bathroom mirror. The mirror's reflection showed a very pale woman. Y/n washed her face, hands, and teeth.

Once again, beside Amelia, Y/n stared at her calmed face deep into sleep. She would let her sleep her nap on the couch. The spiral inside her head, ignoring the film, focusing on what was happening to her body.

If she was honest with herself, she hadn't kept her medical records really updated. What if…?

Y/n shook her head, trying not to think about the worst possible scenarios. Even when her mind kept pushing to think about how Amelia was going to lose her mother, and how Matty would manage being a single father. ‘It’s only a stomach bug’, Y/n thought for herself. Adding a mental note to book a visit with her doctor.

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Y/n stirred when a hand brushed the apple of her check. Her first instinct was to look after Amelia, she was on the floor playing with blocks of different colours. Y/n felt relieved, resting again on the cushions, closing her eyes.

“So, am I invisible or what?” Matty asked from her side, surprising her.

Matty was supposed to arrived two days later, even though he was there and that was what only mattered for Y/n.

She opened her eyes wide, focusing on his form, “What the f-” Y/n couldn’t help to launch her body to be closer to him. Matty huffed, feeling her body on top of his. “You are home early!” Y/n shouted on his ear. The singer laughed about it, rounding her with his arms.

Matty looked tired, although there was something about his hair –it was shorter, there were still long curls to ran her hands through– and his casual outfit –something rare on him–, that made Y/n felt feral about him. Nothing that she would tell him.

“Hello to you too, baby.” Matty joked, happily, touching the width of her back. She was wearing the –his– blue hoodie, and his heart couldn’t help to skip a bit about her wearing his clothes.

“Hi, Matty.” Y/n said more shyly this time, staring at his eyes. He was directly staring at her, making Y/n feel a chaotic mix of warm feelings inside her.

Matty let his right hand make its way towards the back of her head, “Come here.” he pushed her face closer to his, gently. Matty left a chaste kiss on Y/n’s lips. “Agh, I missed you.” he mumbled in them.

Y/n pushed back a little, “You went away for three days…” she pestered him.

“Haven’t you missed me?”

She faked thinking about it, “Mmm, I think I’ve noticed I didn’t have my personal heating at night.”

“Oh, am I an object for you now?” Matty continued inquiring her. Y/n felt his touch everywhere, being hyperconscious of him closer to her body.

Y/n brushed her hair back, “What else then?”

Matty pouted visibly, “Meany.”

“Stop crying, Healy.” Y/n pecked his lips sweetly, letting her lips detached from his slowly and painfully sexy for him.

“And do what?” he replied suggestively, pushing Y/n’s body closer.

During the past month, the tension was raising, although neither of them dared to do something significantly about it. Matty and Y/n, both, were terrified about the idea of scaring away the other. Even though, they thought about being tangled with the other a lot.

Y/n rounded his shoulders, “Kiss me.” she said, directly.

Matty smiled wide. “My pleasure.”

Y/n tried to keep the kiss PG rated, because Amelia was around. It was hard when Matty was kissing her like they haven’t seen each other for years. She sighted loud.

The sound, coming from her mother’s mouth, startled Amelia. The little girl paddled towards her parents.

“Mommy, mommy.” she tried to gain her mother’s attention, making grabby hands.

Y/n picked Amelia up, leaving her between their bodies. Matty groaned when Y/n moved far from his embrace, although having his daughter close made him happy.

“The Healy’s are needy people.” Y/n teased Matty.

“Daddy!” she chanted, falling on her bum resting her back on Y/n’s side, even though she stared at her father with admiration.

Matty rolled his eyes at Y/n, “As if you aren’t needy from time to time.”

“‘m not.” she defended herself, brushing back Amelia’s hair with only her hands.

“Do you want to be one?”

Y/n knew what Matty was referring to, although she preferred to joke about it. “A needy person?”

“Aren’t we all a little bit needy?” Matty got distracted by the topic for a second. “But- No, I mean the other…don’t you-” he tried to continue his idea, getting mixed up with the words because he was scary of her reaction to it.

Y/n chuckled softly. It wasn’t common for Matty to be that shy, so she was going to take advantage of the moment, “What?” she asked, sporting a big smile.

“Forget it.” he muttered, stubborn. Matty changed his attention from Y/n to Amelia, leaning forward to be face to face at her high. “Mommy is being mean with daddy.” he informed her, pouting visibly. Amelia’s smile disappeared seeing his daddy looking sad, Matty opened his arms instructing her –silently– to be closer to him. She obeyed. “I need kisses.” Amelia planted a few open-mouthed kisses on his cheek. Matty didn’t want her to grow up any more. His little baby was perfect.

“No! Tell me!” Y/n interrupted the little moment between father and daughter, continuing with the discussion.

“No, you don’t want. I get it. Fine.” Matty said, offended.

Y/n snorted, his frown wrinkling his forehead and the still lingering pout made him look so cute. “You never really asked!” she protested.

“You implied it.” Matty narrowed his eyes.

“Daddy!” Amelia called him. Matty looked down at her.

“Mel-mel!” he repeated her tone.

Y/n couldn’t stop smiling. She mischievous said, “I do want.”

“Stop.” Matty’s cheeks turning crimson with the implication of her words.

“Matty!”

“What?”

“Ask me!”

He was going to keep his front steady until the last consequences, “I don’t want any more.” It was his time to teased her a little. Tango is danced by two.

“Baby.” Y/n started whining.

The singer tried with all his force to prevent the smile creping from the corner of his lips. “Fine.” Matty rolled his eyes at her. He waited a few seconds, extending the moment to make it more dramatic, then he asked, “Do you want to be a Healy?”

Y/n made direct eye contact with him. “You’ll have to get down on one knee to find out.”

“Fuck you!” Matty spat.

Y/n scolded him right away from it, “Matthew!” looking at Amelia staring at her parent's talk.

“Sorry, my love.” Matty kissed Amelia’s head.

“I love you” Y/n said, still grinning from ear to ear.

“Oh, you’re in a mood today.” Matty stated.

“So, you don’t love me? Okay, perfect.” Y/n faked being angry. Sometimes it was fun for her to joke with him. Y/n knew that Matty was down for that kind of silly games with her. “I’m going to cook Amelia’s dinner.” she let her words linger in the air, not glancing at her daughter and father. Which obviously pissed Matty.

He started to protest from the couch, “Y/n, you started-”

“No, I get it, Matty!” she answered from the kitchen, gathering the ingredients she needed. “With all this models and beautiful girls surrounding you-”

Matty stopped her abruptly, “Y/n-”

She continued to rant, without acknowledging his presence, “I can see why you don’t love me any more. Three days away-”

Even with Amelia in his arms, Matty took Y/n by the arm, flushing her body to his. He shut her words with a strong kiss, making her feel weak on the knees. Y/n was the first one to break the kiss because she starts laughing nervously directly on his lips.

Matty pushed back a few centimetres to glance at her eyes, saying, “I love you, you’re the love of my life.”

“Oh, really?” Y/n couldn’t drop the teasing, if she did, she feared she would fell to the floor. He made her weak like no one else.

“Yes!” Matty was growing desperate with her.

“What about your daughter?” Amelia was resting her head on Matty’s shoulder, enjoying the warmth his body provided.

“Our daughter. Half you…besides, that’s another universe of love…” Matty spoke messily, he wanted Y/n to know how deep he had fallen for her and how much she really meant to him.

“Right.” Y/n pattered his chest softly.

“I love you.” Matty sentenced in a very serious tone.

Y/n looked at his eyes, “I love you, ratty.”

Matty groaned loud, “Agh!” Y/n hide her head on his neck, kissing the skin there while she enjoyed his scent.

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Late at night, Matty made himself comfortable in Y/n’s bed, behind her. He knew she wasn’t still asleep, even though the lights were off, and they were ready to drift.

The singer sneaked his arms, one under her neck and his right hand touching slowly her waist. His fingers made a loving path on her skin, until his hand rested with the palm open on her belly. Matty felt how Y/n’s body stiffened.

He tried not to look too much into it, feeling better when Y/n relaxed under his touch. Matty drifted minutes later.

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Two days later

Right after Matty left for the gym, Grace showed up at the door as if she could sense when he wasn’t there. Y/n found that funny.

Her best friend was nursing a cup of tea, enjoying the rare sunny day with Y/n and Amelia. The little girl took advantage of the day to explore the garden. From time to time she went from picking flowers, to kicking a ball –showing the Manchester United’ logo– long forgotten outside.

“Fill me in.” Grace moved beside Y/n who was staring at her daughter to make sure she was alright.

“About?”

“About you and the rat.” Grace said as if it was obvious.

Y/n chuckled, “Are you ever going to stop calling him that?”

“Never.”

“Right.”

“So?”

“There isn’t much. We’re okay.” Y/n glanced down at her almost empty cup.

“Are you trying for a baby yet?” Grace grinned behind the poetry, hiding it from Y/n. Amelia’s mother glanced at Grace with her eyes blanked.

“We haven’t-”

“Why?”

Y/n tried to give Grace an explanation when she didn’t even have one. “We are taking things easy this time.”

“Oh, come on…you sleep together! Same bed! Are you still sleeping on the same bed, right?” Grace pushed her body closer to Y/n.

“Yes.”

“Then?”

“I don’t know, Grace!” Y/n shouted, frustrated.

Y/n’s friend held her hands up, showing her innocence…or trying. Y/n shook her head from side to side rapidly, trying to stop thinking about the matter for a second.

“Do you want to?” Grace asked the million question.

“Of course!” Y/n exclaimed way too quickly for her liking, so her hand went straightly to her mouth. Grace fell backwards on the outside couch, laughing very loudly.

“Whore.” she moved her arms on the air, as she was envisioning a sign with the word.

“Grace!” Y/n scolded her friend. It was a difficult mission as a parent to keep her away from the swearing.

“Sorry, mel-mel.” she shouted. “Mommy is needy!” Amelia came closer, titling her head, trying to understand her godmother’s words.

“Oh my god, Grace!”

The little girl got distracted quickly by a bunch of butterflies around a bunch of flowers. She ran towards them.

Grace went to ask, “Have you tried-”

“No.” Y/n interrupted her.

“Y/n!” Grace protested. “Are you going for a monk's lifestyle or what? He’s your boyfriend!” she pushed her body up again.

“Is he?” Y/n asked, making a weird face expression.

“I don’t know. Is he?”

“Maybe?”

“I swear…two idiots in love.” Grace affirmed, falling back once more. “Don’t be like your parents, Ames!” she screamed.

“Thank you, Grace!”

“Hear me out, put some nice outfit…go on a date, and- you know!” Grace encouraged Y/n, knowing that from time to time her friend needed a little push to do the things she was excited about.

“What if he doesn’t want?” Y/n bit her nails, nervously.

“Bet you, a hundred quid, he’s going to say yes!” Grace sat back up. “Call him.”

Matty made his appearance, startling them, “Call who?”

“Fucking hell!” Grace cried out, making Y/n rolled her eyes at her. “Why you always do that, Healy?” she spat at him.

Once Amelia’s sight fell on Matty’s form, she ran towards him, colliding with his legs. The frontman picked her up, kissing the crown of her head.

“Do what?” he asked.

“Come out of the blue, scaring the heck out of me!” Grace continued, meanwhile, Matty went to kiss Y/n openly in the mouth. Y/n’s friend inevitable grinned at them.

Matty felt Grace’s staring, “What now?” he asked, not moving too far from Y/n’s side.

“Tell him, Y/n/n!” she chose to ignore his question, encouraging Y/n once again to ask him out.

“I hate you.” Y/n mumbled.

“Oh, no! You’re going to thank me later.” Grace winked at her.

“Tell me what?” Matty took a sit beside Y/n, leaving Amelia on the floor. He was scared of the two women conversations.

Y/n turned her body away from Grace, closer to Matty’s. She dared to ask him, “Do you want to go out?” with a lack of interest.

Matty stared at her face. “Sure, don’t make it sound so fun, Y/n!” Grace screamed from between her hands, amplifying her voice, making Matty laughed.

“Are you asking me on a date, Y/n?” Matty combed her hair back, staring at her eyes and then her lips, making Y/n blush.

“Yes?”

“I agree with the menace here.” Matty pointed, with a movement of his head, in Grace’s direction. “Ask me properly.”

Y/n closed her eyes for a moment, trying to ignore the embarrassment. “Do you want to go out with me, Matty?” she finally inquired.

“Yes.” Matty replied without skipping a bit.

“Told ya!” Grace pushed herself from the couch, jumping as a signal of victory. “Give me my money!” she extended her hand towards Y/n.

Matty stared at the pair of friends, “Excuse me?”

“I never agreed to that, Grace!” Y/n glanced at her best friend, offended.

Grace fought back, “You considered it!”

Y/n chose to ignore her, returning her attention to Matty.

“Tonight works for you?” he didn’t wait to ask.

She wiggled her eyebrows, “Someone’s eager, Healy?”

“About a date with my girlfriend? Always.”

“Oh, girlfriend!” Grace teased her specially.

“I hate her.” Y/n whispered for Matty, although Grace heard it.

“You don’t! And thank me because you’re going to get some because I’ll look after your daughter.”

“We can ask Denise…”

“Actually, no,” Matty scratched the back of his head. “She was doing some shit today.”

“See?” Grace felt like she won the competition.

Y/n’s friend was beyond happy for her friend, she couldn’t help to feel like the victory was more about that than anything personal.

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Y/n walked down the stairs. Matty was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, looking extremely handsome from Y/n’s perspective.

Even though she was the one to ask him out, he was in charge of picking the place. Matty only instructed her to dress comfy, a fancy restaurant wasn’t the option.

Matty was wearing cream white trousers, a black t-shirt showing a simple design and on his feet a pair of black and white sneakers. It was so simple, although he pulled it off perfectly. Y/n, on the other hand, wore a black skirt –showing her legs–, a white plain shirt and Matty’s flannel on top. She carried a jean jacket on her arm, just in case the night was too cold.

“That’s my flannel?” Matty asked first.

“Maybe?” Y/n worried he might hate her from stealing it. “You left it in my bedroom…I can chang-”

The frontman took a few steps, stopping under the one Y/n was standing. He took her hand on his, leaving a kiss on it.“You look beautiful, baby.”

“Because I’m wearing your clothes?” Y/n teased him.

“Because you are beautiful and my wardrobe suits you.” he winked up at her.

Y/n faked coughing, saying, “Territorial.”

“Ready?”

“Yes! Scared because I don’t know where are we going.” Y/n admitted, walking all the way down the stairs without letting his hand go.

“You’ll see.” Matty replied, cryptic.

“I’m going to say bye to Amelia, and then I’m ready.” Y/n told him, when they reached the floor.

Grace was in the kitchen with Amelia. The little girl standing on a high bench made for her, so she can actually see when they cook or do something on the counter.

“Oh, you look hot!” Y/n’s friend complemented her when Y/n entered the room.

“Thanks!” she said, lifting Amelia to hug her. “Are you going to have fun with Grace?”

“Yes.” Amelia giggled, hugging Y/n.

Grace analysed her outfit, “That’s Matty’s…?”

“Yes.”

“Sexy!”

“Stop, Grace.” Y/n shut her. “Okay, bye mel-mel.”

“Bye.” Amelia answered in her cute voice..

“Mommy loves you so” Y/n kissed her cheek soundly. “so, so, so” she continued, leaving kisses “much!” making her daughter chuckled and trying to hide from it.

“Ove you, mommy!” she said back.

After the cute moment, Y/n left her again on the bench.

She went to hug Grace from behind, “Behave!” she instructed.

“Off course not!” Grace snorted. “Have fun! I’m happy for you guys.” she truthfully said.

“I love you.”

“Stop with the goodbyes…you’re not going to die, you’re going on a date!”

For a moment, Y/n’s mind couldn’t help to go directly to the multiple times she had been sick during the past weeks. Again, she had forgotten to book an appointment with her doctor. She would do it the next day.

“Say it back, grace!” Y/n urged her.

“Fine.” she whipped her hands. “I adore your crazy ass!” Grace admitted.

Y/n left a last kiss on her cheek, shouting a quick, “Bye!” running down the hall to meet Matty.

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Y/n got confused when Matty stopped the car in front of the studio. Her sight went from the iconic door to Matty’s face. He was making sure everything turned off. The singer wasn’t aware of her staring.

“Are you going to work?” Y/n decided to be frontal about her doubts.

“No.” Matty chuckled. “This is all about you, us…” he said, taking her hand.

“Explain to me why we are the studio then…”

Matty leaned forward, kissing her softly. “You have to wait, baby.” he recommended her, leaving the car.

Y/n saw him round the vehicle, going to open the boot. Matty closed it with a big sound, at the same time he carried a basket on his hand. She didn’t recall him putting it there when they got in the car.

Matty made signals for her to follow him. Y/n did, hearing the sound of the security system being turned on by him.

“What that’s for?”

“Y/n, I’m going to cover your eyes with something if you keep trying to guess.” Matty warned her.

“Kinky.” she cheekily said. Matty’s mouth opened and closed repeatedly, shocked with her words. Speechless, she left him. “This is not fair. I asked you out!” Y/n whined.

“I was faster to make a plan!” Matty offered her his hand, which Y/n took it happily.

Hand in hand, Matty conducted Y/n through all the halls and door the studio had until the last one appeared in front of them. The one leading towards the rooftop.

“You’re crazy!” Y/n turned to tell Matty, after taking a look at the big blanket on the floor surrounded by cushions and fairy lights. She couldn’t believe he did all of that in record time for her.

“George is going to make me pay for this…forever.” Matty admitted, letting go of her hand to left the basket in the middle of the blanket.

Matty stood there, staring at her, looking around. Her eyes full of something that Matty hoped it was because of him and only him.

“Do you hate it?” he nervously asked her.

Y/n returned her sight to him. It felt like a dream come true. “I love it, Matty!” Y/n moved faster to hug him tight. She was hoping it wasn’t only a dream.

“Let’s eat then.” Matty shook her playfully.

They spend a nice evening eating all the delicious food —Matty admitted that Grace helped him, detail that surprised Y/n–, chatting about everything —included their sunshine baby– and stealing kisses meanwhile the sun settle down behind them.

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Y/n fell with a thud on the studio’s couch, bringing Matty down to rest on top of her. She held his head between her hands, kissing him, letting him know her intentions.

Matty broke it, supporting his weigh on his arms. His short t-shirt exposing his strong arms, making her mouth watered at the sight. Y/n pushed her hips up to meet his, founding his hard on.

“Fuck, love.” Matty hissed. “You deserve better than a quickie at the couch-” his words were interrupted by Y/n’s actions, letting her hand wandered down his body. She rested her right hand on his crouch, driving him insane.

“Matty, I need you. I don’t care where.” she told him, staring at his face. His eyes were closed, enjoying her touch where he craved her the most; his lips parted, showing how moisturized his mouth was.

“I missed this so much.” Matty breathed out, bucking his hips forwards.

“Have you been thinking about me, baby?” Y/n squeezed his cock, making him drop a heavenly amount of moans from his mouth. Matty couldn’t care less if the neighbours could hear him.

“You don’t even want to know.” he managed to say through clenched teeth.

“Oh, I do want, my love.”

“Fuck.” Matty gained back some of his composure, tracing a path from her left knee towards her core under the skirt that droved him crazy through the whole evening. “You’re so ready for me.” Matty felt the wetness damping her lacy underwear. He needed to be inside her sooner, or he would explode inside his trousers.

“Since we left home.” Y/n admitted, fighting with his zip.

Matty got rid of his shirt, muttering a low and raspy, “Y/n.”

On a quick rush, Matty pushed his trousers and boxers down enough to have his dick out of them. Y/n stared at his form, feeling extremely hot. She couldn’t rip her sight from him, while she pushed her shirt up, revealing her breasts.

Matty palmed himself, glancing at his favourite part of her. He didn’t want to wait any more.

Y/n moved her panties to the side, silently telling him to penetrate her. Her wishes were his command, so he did.

Matty let his body fell forward until their foreheads were touching. Y/n couldn’t even gasp out loud, feeling how he was slowly entering her.

Once his tip touched her special spot, Matty took notice of her tight grip on him. He let his hands wandered towards her boobs, trying to patently wait for her to be comfortable enough. His blood was pumping hard in the veins all over his body, and her scent was infecting his senses.

Y/n tried to breathe in and out, getting used to his girth –again–.

“Please, Matty. Move!” she begged him.

With a wet sound, Matty let go the nipple he was sucking, replacing his mouth with his hand once more. He was obsessed with her breasts, he could spend an entire day just sucking and nibbling her nipples.

“Are you sure?” he checked with her.

“Please.” Y/n arched her body, pushing her boob further into his touch.

Matty started moving slowly, keeping his eyes on her face, just to be sure she was alright. Y/n had her eyes closed, losing herself in the sinful pleasures he was driving from her.

The singer protested against it, “Y/n!” he suddenly said, making her open her eyes as far as she could.

“Mhm.” she replied to the call.

“Eyes on me, baby.” Matty ordered her, retracting almost all the way out. Y/n whined. “Shush, be a good girl for me.”

“Mhm.” Y/n changed the intonation, trying to say she was. The words didn’t come to her mind.

“Are you a good-” Matty stopped the words from coming out, when he pushed all the way in. “Are you a good girl for me, baby?” he fully asked this time.

“Mhm.”

“Words, Y/n.” required taking her face on one of his hands, tight but without hurting her.

Y/n looked at him through half opened eyes. “Yes!” she told him, feeling how he moved in and out more eagerly. “I’m…I’m!” she chanted. “Please!”

“Are you close?” Matty let go of her face, burring his on her neck. Y/n let her legs round his middle.

“So close!” she informed him. “Faster, Matty!” Y/n implored him.

Matty did as he was being told. Founding a good rhythm that worked for both of them.

Y/n tried to keep her eyes fully opened when Matty returned to stared at her eyes. Their faces closer than ever, while their bodies moved in unison.

“Matty-” she whimpered softly.

“I know, I know.”

“I’m cl-”

“Come for me, baby.” he allowed her.

Matty’s worked like magic over her tired body. Y/n came undone, feeling herself creamed all over Matty’s cock. Her pussy squeezing tight around him was what brought Matty to his own orgasm, pushing sloppily inside her cunt.

Y/n wait until his released was done, touching his muscular back with all the love she had more him. Matty let his weight fell on her.

“It’s never this good with someone else.” Matty, drunk of his orgasm, let it slip through his lips.

“Are you thinking about other girls when you’re still inside me, Healy?” Y/n tried to joke.

“What? No.” he mumbled on her skin. “I’m saying-”

“I know, baby. I know.” Y/n left a kiss on his sweaty forehead, making him sighed.

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Y/n woke up, coming into the realization that they fell asleep on the couch after Matty pulled out of her. She couldn’t think too much about it because a new wave of sickness took over her.

As gentle as she could, Y/n got out from Matty’s embrace and ran towards the bathroom. Being thankful there wasn’t a single soul at the studio, since she was fully naked. Minutes after, Y/n launched towards the toilet, emptying her stomach.

Y/n tried to be cool about it, rinsing her mouth and washing her face with cold water.

When she returned to Matty’s side, the singer woke up.

“Y/n?”

Y/n sat on the edge of the couch, feeling how Matty extended his arms to touched her. “Hey,” she let her hand ran through his curls. “We should get back home.”

“Are you okay?” Matty glanced up at her face.

“Yes, something I eat must’ve irritated my stomach.” she told him, touching the area.

Matty let his hand rest on top of hers, pushing his body up. “Baby-” he caressed the skin of her hand.

“I’m okay.” Y/n calmed his worries, touching his face. Matty went to kiss her, but she stopped him, “Don’t…” Y/n let her fingertips touch his soft and pinky lips.

“Why?” Matty dissented.

“What if I have a virus or something?”

“Then we’re going to have it…” the frontman took her hand on his, placing it where his ‘true love’ tattoo was. “I’m not going to stop kissing you only for a bug.” he scoffed.

“Matty…”

“You sure you’re okay?” his worries taking over again.

“Yes, but can we go home?”

“Of course, my love.” Matty left a kiss on the corner of her mouth, partially respecting her point.

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Weeks later

Y/n and Grace were in the living room watching Amelia stare with all the love inside her little body at the little animals on the screen. She was obsessed with PAW Patrol currently, and she constantly asked for it.

Matty had been away for the whole week until that point. Grace was trying her best to distract Y/n because she noticed something was off, and her best friend wasn’t having a great time. Hence why Grace and Y/n were discussing which one of the boys was each of the dogs.

“That’s Matty!” Grace shouted.

“Of course not! Marshall is clearly George…he’s ready to extinguish Matty’s fires.” Y/n knew she had won the battle.

Grace folded her arms, knowing she had lost the battle. “You’re so wrong.”

Y/n laughed at her childish behaviour, reaching for her phone. Out of instinct, she opened Instagram, bumping into news about her boyfriend. A new article.

“Fuck, not again!” Y/n rolling her eyes at the article.

That took Grace’s attention, “What?”

“Look.” Y/n let her have the phone to read the headline.

‘Close source: Matty (Healy) is after a worldwide model.’

“They never give up!”

“Never.”

Grace returned the phone to its owner, when the device started ringing, showing Matty’s contact information.

Y/n answered calmly, “Hello?”

“Darlin’, I swear it’s not-” Matty rushed his words, trying to explain Y/n all he knew.

Y/n cut him, “I know, baby.”

“I don’t know where this came from, and Jamie is talking with the journalist-” she could picture him, walking around his hotel room, tugging his curls anxiously.

“Matty?” Y/n interrupted him again, trying to be as sweet and calm as possible.

Although, he continued with his ranting. “Meet her once in my life, and it was years ago, I don’t even have her phone num-”

“Matty!” Y/n shouted sternly, walking away from Grace and Amelia.

“What?”

“I’m not making the same mistake twice. I believe you.”

“You do?” her heart warming with his disbelief. The urge to have him close was strong.

“Yes, my love.”

“I can ask Jamie to talk with you if you need.” Matty offered, still not fully taking in that she believed his words.

“I don’t. I trust you, boyfriend.”

“Thank god, baby.” Matty breathe easier. “Going through that shit again- I can’t even think about it.”

“Hey, hey…we’re okay.”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you so much.”

“I know.” Y/n chuckled, feeling like a teenager. “When are you coming home again?”

“Tomorrow afternoon.” Matty complained about it, feeling like he had to wait years and not only hours to be home again.

“Perfect.”

A chaotic and repeatedly sound knocking on Matty’s door reached Y/n’s ear.

“I gotta go now.” Matty informed her.

“Okay, bye…I love you.”

“Bye, love you so much more.” Matty’s voice broke at the end. He wasn’t going to waste a single day without showering in his love.

“Bye, bye.”

Y/n held her phone, staring at the kitchen floor with a smile bigger than her face. Grace came from behind, startling her a little.

“I feel so single right now.” she protested.

Y/n felt a laugh coming from the depth of her stomach, shaking her body entirely. “Shut up!”

“Maybe I like hi-” Grace commenced to joke about Matty, when her head turned around like a whip. “Y/n?” she called her, desperate.

“What?” Y/n answered without looking.

Amelia had starting puking on the living room’s floor. Grace rushed to her side when her body fought the surprise.

“Y/n!” Grace tried again, being careful to not scream too loud to scare Amelia.

Y/n ran to them, moving Grace from the middle. She went to held Amelia, rubbing her back, trying to not freak out looking at the mess in the floor.

After a few minutes, Amelia stopped. She looked down at the weird mass there, her eyes watering when panic stroked her little body. The little girl turned around crying with all the force she had left, going to hide on Y/n’s chest. She took her in right again.

“It’s okay, baby.” Amelia’s cries raised, breaking Grace and Y/n’s heart. “I know, I know. Mommy’s here.” Y/n rocked her softly, rubbing her back to sooth her.

“What’s wrong with mel?” Grace dared to ask.

“Maybe she ate something. I’ve been like this for a few weeks now. I’m starting to get worried about it.” Y/n admitted, not fully thinking about the words she was letting out, too focused on her daughter.

“Nausea?”

“No, no…only puking from time to time.”

An idea grew inside Grace’s mind, making her open her eyes wide.

“Y/n.” she started.

“It’s probably some stomach virus-”

Grace interrupted her, “Y/n!”

Amelia’s mother, still holding the crying and scared baby, turned her head to look at Grace.

“Excuse the formalities,” Grace excused herself. “Since when you haven’t had your period?”

Y/n perfectly knew for what Grace was aiming.

“What? No, it’s not-”

“Y/n! Shut up and think!”

“I can’t remember!”

“More than a week? Two?” Grace counted with her fingers.

“More than a month and a half…” Y/n felt her cheeks hot.

“Fucking hell!” Grace shouted, making Amelia cry harder. Y/n stared at Amelia’s godmother, angry. “Sorry, sorry, baby.” Grace went to touch the little girl’s cheeks. “Y/n, you need to do a pregna-”

Y/n shushed her, “Don’t say it!”

“I’m going to drop by the shops and be right back.” Grace stood up, Y/n tried to stop her, but with Amelia in that state she had a priority.

“Grace!”

“It’s fine, it’s fine…but you need to get rid of the doubt!” Y/n friend said, disappearing.

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Y/n tried to occupy her mind and her hands with something else while Grace was out.

After her daughter calmed down a little, she took her up to bathe her and change her clothes, since some vomit fell on her shirt. Y/n sang softly for her a little anthem that Matty came up for his daughter and only her. With it, she sensed Amelia relax, and even enjoy the bath time. Y/n managed to even brushed her teeth properly without a single tantrum.

Y/n let Amelia rest on the couch, keeping her body closer. They were watching a new episode of PAW Patrol, when Y/n’s hand rested partly on her forehead and crown of her head. The area was warm, way too warm. Y/n readjusted it to feel her forehead only. Amelia had a fever going on. Her mother kissed her head, deciding she was going to wait to see if it was related with her being sick earlier or not.

Grace stumbled, out of breath, into the room, holding a brown bag. “Okay, here.” she extended the bag. When her sight fell on Y/n’s face, she asked, “Did she vomit again?”

“No…but I think she’s the flu or something.” Y/n let her know, without ripping her eyes from Amelia.

“I’ll stay with Mel…shout if you need help.” Grace rushed her to move, making signals with her hands.

“Fine.”

Y/n took the bag on her hand without speaking one more word. She walked the short way to the bathroom, feeling like her feet weight like concrete.

It wasn’t her first time taking one of those tests, so the process was quicker than expected. Even though the worries clouding her mind took all of her attention. Y/n couldn’t recall detail by detail what she had been doing for a few minutes.

She let the sticks in the bathroom, setting the alarm to wait the minutes the instructions put.

“So?” Grace asked right away.

Y/n took a seat at the other end of the couch, “Have to wait.”

“Okay.” her friend stared at her to then returned to the screen.

Y/n started tapping her feet on the floor, driving Grace crazy.

“Stop that!”

“I can’t help it.” Y/n pushed her body forward, resting her elbows on her knees, rubbing her face way too harsh.

“At least-” Grace started to talk when the timer went off.

“Can’t do it.” Y/n stood on her feet, walking from side to side. Luckily, Amelia had fallen asleep.

“What?”

“Look for me.” Y/n begged.

“Fine.” Grace agreed to it. She moved, letting Amelia rest on the couch, and going to the bathroom.

Y/n’s eyes fell on her daughter. The possibility of another beautiful baby like her, even a boy, made her heart fluttered.

Grace didn’t spend a long time in the bathroom, returning with the sticks on her hand.

“Tell me.” Y/n hurried her friend.

“Haven’t seen them.”

“Then look!”

“Okay, first one…” Grace recounted what she was reading.

“Aha.”

“Negative.” Y/n’s friend said without imprinting an emotion to her words.

Y/n felt a wave of disappointment. “Mhm.” she swallowed thick.

“Second.”

Y/n didn’t speak, feeling a wave of sickness creeping her throat. She tried to keep it under control.

“Positive.”

“You have to be kidding me!” Y/n exclaimed, giggling.

“‘m not.”

“And the last one?”

“Inconsistent.” Grace told Y/n, looking directly to her eyes. She saw how Y/n’s smile fell from her face, turning to a worried expression.

“So I might be?”

“Or maybe not.”

“Shit.” Y/n let her face fell on her hands. Thinking hard about it all.

“You need to do the blood test.” Grace stated.

“Since when you know so much about pregnancies?”

“Since my best friend had a baby, do you remember how it was with Amelia?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I did my research.”

“I’m going to call the clinic.” Y/n reached for her phone and midway stopped.“Grace, what if I am…what Matty is going to think?” she worried.

“I don’t know, but I bet he’s going to be okay with it.” Grace took her hands between hers.

“And if he’s not…what would I do?”

“Y/n, first thing first…call the doctor, do the test.”

Y/n did as she was being told, booking an appointment for the next day. She needed to know and quick.

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The next day

Y/n opened the front door for Matty, holding Amelia, who refused to be away from mommy. Even the night before, Y/n resolved for them to sleep together –on Y/n’s bed– after Amelia refused to sleep in her crib. She made her point, crying for an entire hour.

Matty had his hands full when he made his way inside the house.

“Hello.” he sang, especially for his daughter.

“Hi.” Y/n answered for both of them. Her sight going to Amelia’s face, “Say hi to daddy.” she encouraged her.

“Daddy.” Amelia shortly spoke, rubbing her eye, resting her head on Y/n’s shoulder.

Matty noticed something was clearly off, “What’s wrong, baby?” he dropped everything he was carrying, without minding the mess, going to check on Amelia.

“She’s a bit sick.” Y/n filled him in Amelia’s current state.

Matty brushed her curls back, approaching his face to hers. He wanted to take away whatever was bothering her little body and suffer himself instead of his baby.

“Oh, no! Come here.” he didn’t hesitate to take Amelia. “We’re cuddling until mel-mel gets better.” he adjusted her on his side, walking towards the living room.

Y/n followed behind them, sharing a silent look with Matty when he turned around to check she was in fact walking behind them.

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“Matty?”

“Yes, baby?”

“I have to head out for a couple of hours…can you look after Mel?” Y/n asked for the favour.

“Yes, ‘course!” he looked at the exhausted baby. Amelia had been drifting in and out of sleep, being interrupted by Matty or Y/n to drink water or check her temperature.

“I’ll be right back. Whatever happens, you call me, okay?” Y/n didn’t entirely want to leave when Amelia was that sick, although she needed to know what was going on inside her own body.

“Sure.”

Matty stared at Y/n, who leaned down kissing Amelia, being careful not to wake her. “Bye, sweet cheeks. I love you”

“Mhm.” Amelia groaned on Matty's shoulder, without waking up.

“Bye.” Y/n pecked Matty quickly.

Y/n left so suddenly that Matty wasn’t able to reply to her goodbye, and his mind started running in circles about what was happening to her.

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Hours passed, Amelia was getting hotter and hotter. She whined constantly for half an hour, and Matty was unsure about his options. He tried to google but desist from it since nothing made sense online.

He was worried and Y/n wasn’t coming home. The frontman send her a bunch of texts, but she wasn’t seeing them.

When Amelia barely managed to open her eyes and her forehead burned his hand, he decided to start calling Y/n.

“Y/n, pick up, pick up.” he whispered, not leaving Amelia’s side.

He stopped hearing the characteristic tone calling, to the robotic voice saying: ‘the line is out of…’. Matty cut it, staring at his screen.

“Fucking hell, where’s she?” he said, annoyed, going to call her again.

He tried multiple times, checking Amelia between tries. The same answer over and over again. Matty wasn’t going to quit until Y/n’s voice came from the other end of the line.

“Please, baby.”

One, two, three tones…

“Hi, Matty.” Y/n picked up.

“Finally! Where the fuck are you?” he shouted at her.

Y/n’s voice shaking from fear, she pictured the worst, “What’s wrong?”

“Where are you?”

“Stop replying with questions! What’s going on? Amelia”

“Amelia is boiling, Y/n. She’s whining, and I don’t know how- I’ve tried everything. Nothing is working.”

“Did you take her temperature?”

“Yes, Y/n. She’s almost at 40º C”

“For how long?”

“‘Fuck I know. I’ve been trying to bring it down, it’s impossible…and calling you- I’m going to take her to the ER.” he concluded.

“Okay, I’ll meet you there.” Y/n agreed silently that it was the best option.

“Where are you?”

“Um-”

“Y/n?”

“Which hospital are you going to take her?”

“The closest one.” Matty let Y/n know, going to pick his wallet and jacket.

Y/n decided to be frontal about it, “I’m here.”

Matty stopped death in his tracks. “Y/n, please. What the fuck?”

“I’m okay, I’m okay.” she quickly reassured him.

“You almost gave me a heart attack!”

“I’m sorry, I’ll explain, okay? Just bring Amelia to the ER. I’ll be there.” He needed to be hurry up.

“Okay, okay.”

“Bye.”

“Bye. I love you.”

“Love you, please hurry!” Y/n said before the line cut.

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Y/n was at the front desk, talking with two nurses, when Matty rushed in holding Amelia.

“Them!” Y/n said to the older woman, signalling with her fingers to father and daughter.

The youngest one walked closer to Matty, ready to take Amelia in her arms. When he didn’t move a muscle, the woman ordered, “Let me carry her.” with a calmed voice as if she went through situations like those a hundred of times.

“No.” Matty refused, making the people –waiting in the waiting room– to look at him.

“Matty-” Y/n tried.

Matty stared at the nurse, saying, “Let me know where I have to take her.”

“Sir, we need to check her.”

Y/n went to stand beside Matty, touching his back. “It’s okay, she’s going to be okay.” Y/n tried to keep the calm.

Matty stared at Y/n. After an eye battle, he let the nurse take Amelia. They followed her to a room.

“Stand there.” she instructed for the parents.

Y/n took his hand, squeezing it hard. They were too focused on Amelia laying at the emergency room’s bed to notice the doctor coming to check their daughter.

“Daddy.” Amelia moved her head, raving from the fever. Matty’s instinct was to be close to her, going to stand beside the rudimentary bed.

“Sir, please stay back!” the doctor instructed him.

“Let me hold her hand.” Matty implored.

The doctor stared at the singer, thinking how to say no, when Amelia screamed again, breaking the silence of the room, “Daddy!” Matty didn’t wait for the man’s reply. His daughter was calling him.

“Okay, but stay out of the way, so we can work.” The doctor defeated by the parent.

“Mhm.” Matty don’t even thank her, holding Amelia’s hand and brushing her wet curls back. Y/n tried to keep her tears at bay, her heart swelling for her baby girl. “We’re here, mel-mel. Mommy and daddy are here with you.” Matty whispered only for her.

After a while, the doctor looked between Matty and Y/n. Choosing to talk with her.

“Are you her mother?” she inquired.

“Yes.”

“We need to take her to the operating room right away.”

Y/n felt how her blood disappeared from her head, going directly to her feet. She held a chair beside her, preventing from falling down.“What’s going on?”

“Her appendix has exploded, or it’s about to do it. We need to operate with urgency because it can cause irreversible-”

Y/n abruptly interrupted her, “Don’t tell me. Just do it, help her, please!” she pleaded desperate.

The doctor nodded with her head, deciding to keep her silence. She shared a look with the nurse, who went to give Amelia a painkiller.

“Sir, you need to move now.”

“Matty-” Y/n called him.

“What are you going to do with her?”

“They need to intervene her, Matty.” Y/n explained.

The nurse tenderly instructed them, “Please, go to the waiting room. I’ll keep you guys updated, I promise.” she said more for Y/n than Matty.

“Thank you.” Y/n thanked her.

Matty and Y/n saw how they took Amelia away.

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Waiting room

Y/n studied the people around the waiting room. She needed something to focus while waiting. The nurse appeared –as she promised– from time to time saying everything was okay, but they still were working.

“Here.” Matty offered Y/n a coffee, arriving after visiting the hospital’s buffet.

Y/n rejected, “No, thank you.”

“Y/n, you need to drink or eat something.” Matty took a seat beside her, placing her arm around her shoulders.

“I know, but-”

“‘m also scared althoug-”

“Matty, it’s not that.” she stopped him. “I’m 100% sure everything is going to be fine. Amelia is going to be fine.”

“Yes.” Matty bobbed his head. “What’s then?”

Y/n kept her silence, returning to look around the room. Matty didn’t push her, although his mind instantly went to his principal worry before Amelia got worse.

“Why were you here? Are you okay?” he took a sip of his coffee, oblivious to Y/n’s next announcement.

“I-” she started, worried of his reaction. The words getting stucked on her throat.

“Y/n-” Matty took his arm away from her body, turning to the side to fully stared at her face. Trying to find the answers he was craving.

“Remember how I’ve been feeling sick from a time to now?” Y/n asked, without hesitation this time. Her sight falling on a little boy running around his father.

“I do.”

“Amelia puked yesterday, and I told Grace that we probably caught something…which now I’m sure it wasn’t that-”

Matty wanted to skip the extra details, so he interrupted her rant,“Y/n!”

“Be patient!” Y/n took his hand on hers. “So, Grace suggested something I really didn’t think about…”

“What?”

“When I had my last period.”

“Okay?” Matty continued to look at her puzzled.

“I couldn’t remember.”

The realization of her words hitting him, “Y/n-”

“That’s not everything. She brought pre-... tests for me to do.”

“Baby-” Y/n ignored him

She continued, “One negative-”

“Shit.”

“One positive.”

“And the other?” Matty touched her chin gently, forcing Y/n to look directly into his eyes.

“Doubtful.”

“That’s why you came here.” Matty concluded.

“Exactly.”

He waited for her so say more, so when she didn’t, he added, “And?”

“Please, don’t be mad at me. It’s fine if you don’t-”

“Y/n, are you pregnant?” Matty breathed out.

“I can’t drink that” she pointed towards his coffee. “For 9 months…or more. Do the maths, Matty.” she gifted him a smile.

“Never been the smartest. Please, say it.” Matty mumbled.

“We’re going to have another baby, Matty.” Y/n felt the tears on the corner of her eyes. Matty started crying silently.

“Oh my god!” Matty directly placed a hand on her belly. “How long?” she dried his tears falling through his cheeks.

“Doctor says I’m almost at 11 weeks…which is almost 3 months in.” Y/n shared with him. The news better sweet with the place and the situation they were surrounded by.

“Mel is going to be a big sister.” Matty stated, not tearing his sight and his hand from Y/n’s belly.

“Mhm.” Y/n couldn’t help to keep crying.

“I need to hold her for a week after this.”

“She’s going to love that.”

Y/n was interrupted by the doctor calling after them, “Healy?”

“Yes!” Y/n and Matty stood from their seats, rushing to meet her.

The doctor instructed, “Follow me”

They indeed followed her though halls and stairs, finally stopping at a hospital room. The light inside was dimmed, Y/n and Matty gasped when they saw Amelia sleeping on the bed.

“She’s under the effect of the anaesthesia.” The doctor informed Amelia’s parents. “Probably going to wake up soon. Amelia’s going to be scared of the effect, probably, so be patient. When she does wake up, touch the red button and the nurse is going to check on her.” she finished.

“Is she alright now?” Matty asked her.

“Yes, she’s out of risk…if you waited a few hours-” She stopped talking, they fully understand.

“Oh my god!” Y/n touched her chest, where her heart was.

“You did right.” she reassured them.

“Thank you, doc.” Matty held his hand towards her, she politely took it, shaking it shortly.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow morning.”

“Good night”

She got lost between the halls connecting all the rooms. Matty and Y/n went directly to stand beside Amelia.

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Three days later

Amelia was recovering as expected. She was tired of being away from her house, even though Y/n and Matty tried to ease it for her. They brought her favourite toys from home and even all her favourite people –the guys, Tim, and Susanne– called her. Grace and Denise dropped by right away when they found out Amelia was in the hospital.

They knew it was the last hour for them in that room. Amelia was ready to be back home, as well as her parents.

Grace came in meanwhile Matty was putting on display a play for Amelia. He wanted to distract her and made her laugh to make the hour to pass quicker than it felt. Y/n was in the bathroom since she reportedly to have to pee even more than before.

“Hello!” Amelia’s godmother shouted from the door holding balloons in her hand.

“Ace!” Amelia changed her focus of attention from her father to Grace.

Matty wasn’t happy about it, “Crushing my play…thank you, Grace!”

“Shush.” she dismissed him, going to Amelia. “This is for you, mel-mel!” Grace let her hold the threats holding the balloons. Amelia laughed watching them bounce on the air.

“How are you?” Grace checked on the little girl.

“She’s better.” Matty answered for her.

Grace turns to look at him. “Was talking with my god-daughter.” she rolled her eyes at him.

Matty went to say something; but Y/n interrupted, returning to the room. “You guys are never going to drop it?”

“Never.” they say in unison.

Y/n shook her head. Matty walked closer to his girlfriend. Amelia’s mother felt his arms sneak around her, touching her belly. It was a habit he had when she was pregnant with Amelia. Matty was bringing it back now.

Matty kissed the side of her face, when Grace interrupted their moment.

“Oh my god!” Y/n stared at her friend, knowing.

Y/n moved away from Matty. “What?” she asked, faking being oblivious about her surprise. She knew Grace knew.

“You are?”

“What?” Matty interfered.

“She knows.” Y/n silently said it was okay to share the news with Grace.

Grace started crying. “Oh my god!” she went to engulf Y/n in a hug, pushing Matty away from them, “Go away you”

“Hey!” he protested. “I’m the father!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” Grace brushed him off, making Y/n laugh.

Matty returned to Amelia’s side, half whispering, half shouting, “Your godmother is crazy.”

“And I was starting to like you…” Grace warned him.

“Really?”

“Don’t steal the moment!” she shouted from Y/n’s shoulder. “I can’t believe you’re going to have another baby!”

“Who’s having another baby?” Denise showed up at the hospital door. Grace and Y/n break the hug, smiling at Matty’s mother.

“Grace and his big mouth!” Matty groaned. “Hi, mom.”

“Nana!” Amelia clapped for her.

“Hi, sweets! How’s my favourite grandchild?”

“Well, she’s not going to be the only one now…” Grace muttered.

“Grace!” Y/n and Matty yelled at the same time from opposite sides of the room.

“What?” Grace made her shoulders move up and down, innocent. “If I know, you have to tell your mom, Matthew!”

“Tell me what?” Denise said.

Matty and Y/n shared a look. Y/n bowed her head, instructing Matty to just tell his mother. “Y/n is pregnant”

“Are you the father?” Grace and Y/n burst into a fit of laughter at Denise’s antics.

“Denise!” Matty scolded her. “Of course I’m the father!”

“Are you sure?” his mother teased him.

“Learn from your mom how to be cool, Matty!” Grace suggested him.

Matty ignored his comment, replying to his mother, “I am sure.”

“Really?”

Y/n approached him, resting her hand on his back, “Don’t say it too loud, Denise. Or some tabloid is going to pick it up.” she tried to redirect the conversation.

“Jokes aside, I’m so happy for you!” Denise admitted, drying tears from her eyes. “You’re going to be a big sister, Ames!” Amelia’s grandmother shouted, making her titled her head without understanding what she was saying

“We haven’t had the chat…” Matty said.

“Oh, okay!”

Before they can continue, the doctor came in.

“Okay, time to leave, Amelia Healy!” she smiled warmly to Amelia.” I’ll ask the family to wait outside, except the parents.”

Grace and Denise left right after, respecting the protocol.

“Please, sign this while I check her one more time.” she gave Y/n a paper to put her sign in, allowing Amelia to leave the hospital.

When all the check-ups are done, the doctor informed the little girl, “Now it’s official, Amelia. You can go home with mommy and daddy!” The little girl clapping, making the rest of the presents laugh.

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Time to return home…

Matty placed Amelia gently on the special car chair for her, making sure not to mess with the bandage on her belly.

Y/n watched her boyfriend —father of her children, and love of her life—, jog around the car coming to the driver's seat.

When Matty drove out of the car park, Y/n turned the radio on. A very familiar chords reached their ears. ‘All I Need to Hear’ was on the radio.

Y/n grinned big, feeling how Matty took her hand to left it on his tight. During the journey, Matty’s hand travelled from the stare wheel to Y/n’s belly.

She admired the side of his face, turning after to make sure Amelia was alright. The little girl fell asleep with the car’s movement. Y/n returned to look at the love of her life, feeling like the future was with them together in it. The four of them and all the people that witness Y/n and Matty’s love story.

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aphetaliamessages · 8 months

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Top 15 Weirdest Shit Alfred F. Jones has Eaten

1. pop rocks and mountain dew

It was an act of protest like "Imma explode and you'll all be sorry!" It just gave him a tummy ache.

2. ketchup on ice cream

Francis can't be in the same room or else he'll puke.

3. a marshmallow while it was still on fire

Spent the rest of the night eating snow.

4. a magnet

He wanted to see if it would still work through his body. It didn't. Thank goodness, cus he would've eaten more if it had—wanted to be Magneto.

5. tea with chocolate milk

Arthur almost disowned him, but then he tried it and changed his mind.

6. random plants

That's all he did during recess as a kid—eat plants.

7. Australia's homework

"What are you, a dog??" Alfred WISHES he were a dog.

8. maple syrup on spaghetti

Matthew strangles him while Alfred laughs like the maniac he is.

9. dog food

He wanted to see if scooby snacks were a real thing.

10. rat poison

"It says RAT POISON, not PEOPLE POISON."

11. a switch cartridge

Was trying to do that thing where people were licking them but accidentally put the whole thing in his mouth. It was Super Smash Bros.

12. gold coins

When Arthur was a pirate, little Alfred found some gold coins and decided to hide them. Arthur had to get those back the gross way.

13. Mattie's weed

He thought that's how edibles worked. Matthew couldn't even be mad because it was entertaining.

14. a pool noodle

No one knows why he did it. ESPECIALLY not him.

15. the Articles of Confederation

The document we know is, uh, the second one.

#axis powers hetalia #hetalia #both mods #aph america #face family #listicle #aph canada #aph england #aph france

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bellaxgiornata · 1 year

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Falling For the Devil [Part twenty-four: "The Devil and the Baker"]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader

Summary: You, Karen, and Marci go Halloween costume shopping. Days later, the three of you meet Matt and Foggy at the bar for Halloween.

Matt uses his hands to figure out what your costume is–-or an excuse to feel you up. Then you both spend a very sexually tense evening at the bar in a dangerous game of secret public foreplay.

[Series of one-shots about Reader meeting, falling for, and dating Matt Murdock.]

Warnings: 18+ for this series; contains humor, fluff, romance, angst, smut (like...a lot of it later in the series), language, some violence

Word Count: 4.7k

a/n: This installment actually has a naughty part two smupdate called "The Leather Couch" to look forward to afterwards. But there's lots of Spicy Matty in this one! You can find all of the installments for this series on tumblr here.

“What did you say you and Foggy were going as?” Karen asked Marci.

Your eyes scanned the rows of women’s Halloween costumes the three of you were standing before, spotting everything from witches and clowns to sexy maids and cats. You still weren’t entirely sure what you were going to dress up as and Matt had been adamant about not sharing his costume with you. The plethora of choices surrounding you wasn’t helping, either.

"Sexy cop and criminal," Marci answered, standing in front of the handful of various sexy cop costume variations. "I entirely plan to handcuff him to our bed in that little orange jumpsuit and have my way with him later."

"Wouldn't expect anything less from you," you muttered, eyes still scanning the rows of costumes. "What're you thinking of dressing as, Karen? I'm entirely lost here."

Karen sighed beside you, her shoulders sagging with the exhale. "I don't know," she replied. "I was already a skeleton last year. I just don't really feel like putting much thought into a costume when I'm only going to get drunk at a bar, you know?" Her hand reached out, grabbing onto one of the packages before the pair of you. "I don't know, maybe a pirate?"

“Yeah, you need something a little fiery,” Marci said, apparently finally deciding on one of the many cop costumes before her and pulling it off the rack.

You paused in front of a costume, a large smile stretching across your face. Grabbing it, you turned and held it out to Karen. “Sexy viking,” you told her. “Totally you.”

Marci’s face lit up as she stepped over, throwing an arm on Karen’s shoulder excitedly. “Yes! It’s badass and totally hot.”

A small grin was on Karen’s face as she accepted the package from your hand, scanning the image on the front of it. “You two sure I can pull this off?” she asked hesitantly.

“With your legs in that little skirt?” Marci asked her. “Uh, yeah. Most definitely.”

Karen shot you a questioning look, one brow raised. You nodded instantly at her.

“That faux suede bralette thing is screaming your name,” you told her.

“Alright, alright, you’ve both convinced me,” she relented. “I’ll be a sexy viking this year.”

Marci’s mischievous gaze landed on you next, a devious smile on her mouth. “We need to find you something sexy for a certain Mr. Murdock,” she purred.

“Oh,” you said hesitantly, “I don’t know if I was going to necessarily go for sexy…”

“Oh come on, live a little!” Marci cried out. “I’m sure Matt would love touching all of that exposed skin all night.”

Karen held up the package with the viking costume, flashing you the image of the skimpily clad woman on it. “If I’m being something sexy, so are you,” she pressed.

With a sigh you gave in. “Fine,” you conceded, quickly holding up a finger and adding, “but nothing too revealing, okay?”

Marci grinned, turning and grabbing a costume off of the rack and showing it to you. Your eyes went wide before you immediately shook your head.

“Absolutely not!” you declined as Karen giggled.

“What? You don’t want to see just how much of a good Catholic boy he is?” Marci teased, waving the sexy nun costume at you.

“Uh, his mom’s a nun? Kinda weird right there,” you told her, entirely vetoing the idea.

“Ohh, how about a sexy nurse?” Karen suggested, grabbing the costume and showing it to you, waggling her eyebrows meaningfully. “Maybe he needs you to patch him up later?”

You blushed, the idea sounding a little tempting. He would find it amusing and you were sure he’d make some sexual comment to you later–that alone made the idea even more tempting.

“Maybe,” you whispered. “I’ll keep it in mind.”

“Oh!” Marci exclaimed, grabbing a costume off the rack and holding it out to you. “Sexy judge! You could do some real fun roleplaying with that later, if you know what I mean,” she said, shooting you a sly wink.

And like hell if that also didn’t sound like fun.

“ No ,” Karen breathed out, her hand flying up and grabbing a package from further down the rack, whirling around to you with a knowing smile on her face. “This one.”

You bit your lip, fighting back the smile that was growing on your face as you eyed it. Marci gasped, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

“Now that is one way to find out just how good of a Catholic boy he is,” Marci teased. "And you'd look hot as hell in it."

You grabbed the sexy devil costume from Karen; it was certainly not something you’d have normally picked for yourself. It was a short red pleather corset-style dress where the bottom flared out and wasn’t so form fitting that you'd feel too self-conscious all night. Though it looked like it would just barely cover your ass. There was a devil’s tail attached to the back of the dress and a headband with some devil horns. But the sexiest part of it was probably the thigh-high red fishnet garter socks. And like hell if you weren’t getting some ideas about Halloween night with Matt after the bar just looking at this costume.

And on top of that, it felt a little like openly claiming The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen as yours. He was always your Devil, but for Halloween night you could be his devil. And you were sure he’d appreciate that sentiment.

“Yeah,” you said, glancing up at Karen with a grin. “This is definitely my costume.”

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Sliding out of the backseat of the taxi behind Karen, you tried hard to not flash anything underneath your costume. The pleather skirt truly did only just cover your ass, which would be dangerous if you had any reason to bend over tonight. Or if you fell in the three inch heels Marci and Karen had somehow convinced you to wear despite the fact that you'd be drinking tonight.

"You said they were already here waiting for us?" Karen asked over her shoulder.

You adjusted your dress and the devil horn headband on your head as Marci slid out of the taxi after you.

"Yeah," she answered. "Fog said they were waiting for us outside. Just look for the bright orange jumpsuit."

You and Karen scanned the groups of costume-clad individuals along the sidewalk outside of the bar. Marci was beside you, openly readjusting her tits in the skin tight jumpsuit she had unzipped quite low. Karen started laughing beside you and you glanced at her with a questioning brow.

"They're over there," Karen choked out between laughs, shaking her head as she pointed. "I'm sorry but Matt looks ridiculous."

Your gaze followed where Karen’s finger was pointing. The orange jumpsuit Foggy was wearing caught your eye first until your attention slid to Matt beside him. A hand flew up to your mouth as you laughed. Even from this distance you saw Matt grin beside Foggy, apparently hearing your reaction.

The three of you made your way over to the pair of them, weaving past the groups of people on the sidewalk. You lost it all over again as you finally reached them. Karen was right, he did look ridiculous, but in an incredibly sexy way.

There was a little white chef's hat on his head and what looked like a few smears of flour on his face underneath his dark glasses. The costume he had on was a pair of tight fitting dress pants and a white and brown pinstriped shirt, the sleeves of which landed just before his forearms and left them exposed to your great delight. There was a brown vest over the top of the shirt, and topping all of that off was a dark apron complete with more flour smears. But what was really killing you was what was written on the apron. It read 'Making them buns' and you snorted loudly upon reading it, completely losing it all over again.

"What are you supposed to be, a chef?" Marci asked him.

"I'm clearly a baker," Matt told her, gesturing at his apron. "Obviously, if I'm making them buns."

"My idea," Foggy cut in. "With how often I've had to hear him tell me about all the cake jokes about his ass recently."

You were biting your lip, fighting back another round of laughs. That's when Foggy realized what you were wearing and he shook his head, grinning.

"Should have figured you'd dress up as a–"

"Shh!" Marci swatted at her husband, cutting Foggy off. "Matt can use his hands to figure out her costume."

You saw the mischievous smirk immediately draw over Matt's mouth and the way one of his brows rose in extreme interest at Marci’s words. The sight caused your pulse to race a little. The three of you had discussed this in the taxi as you rode over and it had sounded like a good idea at the time, but now you were getting nervous at the prospect of Matt openly roving his hands all over your body.

"Oh?" Matt curiously asked you. "You mean I have an excuse to feel you up right here and now?"

Yeah, you were definitely rethinking this idea now with that coy look on his face. This man was purposely going to give you a heart attack.

“Uh, I suppose so,” you answered nervously, feeling shy with your friends standing nearby.

When you didn’t move, Karen nudged you forward into Matt, shooting you a pointed look. You turned to her, about to protest, but she was already focused on Marci and Foggy.

“Hey, why don’t we jump in line and give them a minute,” Karen suggested.

“Yeah, good idea,” Marci agreed, grabbing Foggy’s hand. She shot you a sly look as she added, “But I’m pretty sure Matt is going to need more than a minute.”

The three of them wandered off to join the queue for the bar and your attention returned to Matt before you. That coy smirk was still spread over his lips, his gaze never having left you.

“So now that we’re alone,” he said after a moment, his tone provocative and full of meaning as he paused and licked his lips. “Can I try to guess your costume?”

Your eyes were focused on his mouth, those plump, pink lips now glistening slightly from where his tongue had just wet them. Heart rate spiking a little more, you nodded slowly.

“Here,” he said, hands rising to your waist, but the moment his hands made contact with the plastic-y pleather of your dress he abruptly stopped, a wicked expression forming on his face. “Oh? Was not expecting that,” he mused, both of his thumbs lightly rubbing along the material of the dress.

A smile spread across his face as he turned, trading places with you so that you were standing against the brick wall of the bar and Matt was standing in front of you. To block everyone else’s view, you quickly realized. Your heart thudded a little harder in your chest at that knowledge.

“You’re awfully quiet, are you alright with this?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you breathed out.

Upon your consent, his hands slowly slid their way up your hips, climbing higher as the smirk grew on his face. Gradually they snaked their way up over your rib cage until both of his large palms paused at your breasts. The contrast between the heat of his hands with the cold of your skin in the late October evening had goosebumps dappling every inch of your bare skin. Matt squeezed your breasts roughly over the material of your dress and you gasped out, thighs tightening together.

“I have no idea what you are,” he whispered, tone low and sultry, “but I am quite enjoying finding out.”

“You uh, might have more luck with feeling the back of it,” you told him, voice wavering a little.

A playful noise vibrated in his throat before he gave your breasts one last squeeze, and then his hands were quickly sliding down your body, making their way to the back of the dress. Eventually he found the little devil’s tail and you saw his brows furrow as his hands felt along the length of it.

“Well, clearly a tail,” he thought aloud. “Are you a cat? Even though–” his head tilted to the side as his eyes narrowed behind his lenses, hands still touching the tail, “–this doesn’t quite feel like a cat’s tail.”

You shook your head along the brick wall you were pressed up against, smiling a little. “No, not a cat,” you told him.

“Hmm,” he hummed out, his smile returning. "What color is the dress?"

"Red," you answered quickly.

His hands dropped lower, gliding down over the curve of your ass. Feeling his fingers splay wide over each cheek beneath the fabric, he abruptly gave your ass a firm squeeze next. You bit your lip, fighting the growing heat between your thighs. You both were, after all, still in public.

“Well isn’t this short?” he murmured when the tips of his fingers grazed your actual ass under the dress, the fabric having ridden up while he’d been roughly kneading your ass. “Oh, sweetheart,” he almost purred, both hands having fully slipped under the back of the dress to grab at your bare ass. “Are you not wearing anything under this?” he whispered into your ear, the tip of his nose nuzzling into your cheek.

“Just–just a thong,” you answered, brain feeling like it was turning to mush in your skull with the way his calloused hands were openly playing with your ass. “Wasn’t feeling quite that daring tonight.”

Matt stepped closer to you and you could feel the slight bulge forming in his pants and pressing into your leg. His forehead dropped down to your shoulder, resting there as his nails lightly dug into the flesh beneath his hands. You fought back a moan, trapping it in your throat.

“I don’t even care about the bar at this point,” he said slowly, head still buried along your bare shoulder. “I just want to fuck you.”

A wave of pure want and arousal washed its way down your body and your eyes briefly closed, trying hard to control yourself. “We should–should probably stay for just a bit, at least,” you stammered out. Though your own desire to have his cock buried in you was making you want to grab a taxi and leave, too.

He sighed against your skin, his hands loosening their grasp on your ass and sliding down the back of your legs, but then he abruptly stiffened against the front of you. One of his fingers tugged at the fishnet thigh-high stockings you had on and you couldn’t resist the smile. Both of his hands began feeling around your thighs as a little whine came from his throat.

“Sweetie, are you wearing fishnet stockings and a garter?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you whispered.

He inhaled sharply, a faint groan coming from him next. “Fuck,” he throatily ground out. “You want to torture me tonight, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“I wasn’t exactly expecting this reaction,” you admitted.

Matt lifted his head, gently nipping at your shoulder. A shudder ran down your spine when he lightly kissed the spot afterwards.

“So what are you?” he asked curiously.

Tentatively you reached down, grabbing one of his hands from your thigh. He allowed you to raise his hand, drawing it all the way up to the headband on your head. You watched as his head canted to the side a bit, eyes narrowing behind his dark lenses as his fingers felt up the headband.

“Ears?” he asked.

You shook your head. “Horns,” you whispered.

A slow, sinful smile snuck its way along his lips. His hips bucked forward into you, pinning you further into the wall behind you. Both of his hands came to land on either side of your neck, thumbs lightly brushing along your throat. You were sure he could feel your pulse jumping under your skin right now.

“You’re a devil?” he guessed.

“Mhmm,” you hummed, nodding your head. “ Your devil tonight.”

His bottom lip rolled between his teeth, a soft hiss emitting from him as his head turned to the side. You could see his eyes clamp shut behind his glasses before he swallowed hard a few times.

“Do you have any idea,” he said after a moment, voice low, “how hot that is?”

Reaching out, your hands finally landed on Matt, resting them on his hips. Gently you pulled him closer to yourself, grinning up at him.

“I was hoping you’d like it,” you told him, fingers toying with the strap of his apron.

His gaze finally landed back on you, his jaw clenching so hard you could see the muscles in his cheeks twitching. Your hands tightened along his hips at the sight.

“I’ve got a few ideas of what I want to do to you in this tonight,” he murmured. “So I hope you’re prepared for it.”

“Well,” you teased lightly, feeling a little bold with how turned on Matt already was, “we have a couple of hours here first. I’m pretty sure we can both find ways to…prepare for it.”

His tongue darted out along his lips again, your eyes following its movement. He smirked a moment later, one of his hands leaving your throat, dragging the backs of his fingers over your body as he gradually lowered it between your breasts, down your ribcage, past your stomach, and then finally up under your dress. Without hesitation his index finger slipped past your thong and swiped along your clit ever so faintly. Your body jolted, a strangled moan falling from your lips before you could stop it. Your eyes widened as a thrill shot through you, your mouth clamping shut.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Pretty sure I can get you nice and prepared , sweetheart.”

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Your arms were wrapped around Matt’s neck, the front of you flush to the front of him as your bodies’ grinded against each other slowly and sensually to the pop music playing in the bar Marci had picked out. You’d had just enough to drink tonight that the part of your brain programmed to overthink was muted, allowing the pair of you to join the plethora of other costumed bar patrons grinding against each other.

Matt’s hands were low on your back, pressing his palms hard into you to keep you close to his body. Gazing up at him, you smiled at the smears of flour along his cheeks and chin. He’d told you the flour was Foggy’s idea along with the costume–all thanks to Katy and her constant ass comments that Matt had apparently divulged to Foggy.

As if he sensed you looking at him, he glanced down at you, a little smile drawing over his lips under the dark red lenses. Warmth filled your chest, the feeling having nothing to do with the alcohol in your system or the amount of people packed in the bar.

“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?” Matt asked.

You shook your head lightly, a grin on your own lips as you slid one of your hands out from behind his neck. Reaching up, your fingers traced the line of his stubbled jaw, his head leaning into the touch as he always did.

“Nothing,” you answered, just loud enough that you knew he could hear you. And without your mind overthinking, you blurted, “I love you.”

His smile somehow grew, the corners of his eyes crinkling just at the edges of his glasses. “I love you, too, sweetheart,” he said.

Closing the distance between your mouths, his nose lightly bumping against yours as he did, Matt kissed you. Your eyes closed instantly, head tilting up further towards him as your hand held his cheek. He tasted faintly of the beer he’d drank as his soft, plush lips greedily kissed your own. The hand you had still behind his neck snuck its way up, just far enough for you to gently tug on his hair. The responding shudder from him had you unconsciously grind your hips into his a little too sensually.

Matt’s mouth broke away, his forehead coming to rest against yours. He groaned low and you felt one of his hands snake its way down over your ass and up underneath your dress. Your hips jerked into his, fighting down a wave of arousal as his palm felt around the curve of your ass for a moment. Before you even blinked, his fingers slipped over your covered mound, rubbing teasingly along your clit.

“Matt,” you chided quickly, though his name came out half moan, half reprimand.

His hand slid back to your ass, a sly smirk on his mouth as he gazed back down at you. “What?” he asked innocently. “I’m just checking out this delicious cake I’ve got here. I mean I am a baker after all.”

Rolling your eyes, you laughed lightly and stepped a bit back from Matt. “I think I need a drink if you’re going to keep being this handsy,” you informed him.

He continued to flash that sly smirk at you as he said, “Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

A few minutes later you were leaning against the bar counter, drinking back your mixed drink and taking a short breather from dancing with Matt. You’d lost Foggy and Marci a little while ago and Karen had found a cute guy shortly after you’d all done a round of shots when you’d first gotten into the bar. After that, the entire night had been nothing but secret foreplay between you and Matt and right now you'd needed a few minutes to catch your breath.

Matt was now firmly pressed to the back of you, his partially hard dick wedged between your ass. Bending forward, you wrapped your lips around the straw in your glass and took a drink, intentionally shifting your hips against Matt behind you. His right hand on your hip tightened and you grinned around the straw.

"Careful sweetheart," he whispered, mouth suddenly beside your ear.

Slightly inebriated, you dropped the straw from between your lips, pushing your ass more firmly into him. He grunted, the sound loud with him so close to your ear, and you felt more dampness beginning to pool between your thighs.

"Keep it up," he growled low in your ear, "and I'll be fucking you with my fingers right here until you're cumming on them and calling me baby over this very bar counter."

He lightly kissed your cheek and your body trembled at the mental image his words elicited. The hand on your hip slid downward and just underneath your short dress, one finger just barely ghosting your damp mound. You flinched at the delicious touch.

"Don't think I won't," he warned.

Hands fidgeting with the glass in front of you, your cunt throbbed almost painfully at this point as he removed his hand from under your dress. You were beyond sexually frustrated with whatever this game was the two of you had been playing for the past hour and a half. It was torture and you were almost tempted to see if you pushed him enough if he would actually follow through with his threat just so you could get some relief.

Gritting your teeth, you tried to focus on anything besides the feel of him pressed up behind you. As you were trying to take a calm, relaxing deep breath in, you felt Matt tense behind you, an angry growl rumbling in your ear. You frowned, turning over your shoulder to ask him what was wrong, but you quickly caught sight of a brunette barely dressed at all and wearing bunny ears. Your eyes narrowed instantly.

"You clearly make some nice buns," she slurred out to Matt, biting her lip coyly.

Eyes darting down, you saw she had her hand on Matt's ass. As he turned around, her hand fell back to her side and a burning rage began coursing through you.

"Excuse me?" Matt shot out, an edge to his voice as his brows furrowed behind his lenses.

"Oh come on," she said, waving a dismissive hand at Matt, entirely disregarding how upset he was. "You can't have an ass in pants that tight, walking around wearing an apron advertising how great of an ass you do have and expect no one to touch it."

Matt opened his mouth to respond, but the anger rippling through you cut him off before he even began.

"Are you really trying to say he was asking for it?" you hissed at her, pushing off the bar and coming to stand in front of Matt. "Because of how he was dressed ?"

"Well, I mean–"

"You don’t just grab at people," you continued, venom in your voice and alcohol dulling your nerves. "You like it when strange men grab at you? Tell you that you were asking for it when they do? That if you didn't want that kind of attention you shouldn't dress a certain way?"

"Well, no–"

"Apologize to my boyfriend," you ordered, eyes narrowed at the young woman.

Startled, she blinked a few times before pink tinged her cheeks. "I uh, I'm sorry," she muttered to Matt.

"Just because he's a man doesn't mean he doesn't deserve the same respect as women deserve," you told her. "Remember that."

She nodded quickly before ducking her head and disappearing. You stared after her, teeth grinding against each other. Matt slowly slipped a hand around your waist, drawing you gradually into his side.

"Not that I couldn't have handled that," he said, burying his face into your hair, "but thank you.” His lips gently kissed your temple which was a stark contrast to how he was quickly tightening his hold on you. “That was also incredibly sexy of you,” he said, “defending my honor and all.”

You unclenched your jaw and focused back on Matt, trying to release the anger that had abruptly overtaken you at the young woman brazenly grabbing Matt’s ass. He was grinning down at you, though there was definitely something more behind that grin. Exhaling a sharp breath, you ran a hand across your forehead.

“Sorry,” you grumbled. “Double standards like that piss me off. And besides–” you began, glancing back up at Matt as a grin formed on your own lips; feeling emboldened by the alcohol in your system, your hand darted out behind Matt and firmly grabbed his ass, “–that’s my ass.”

His hand drew you firmly into him before his mouth descended onto yours. Pulling your hand from his ass, both of yours wound their way around his neck, holding him flush against yourself yet again. Matt’s mouth kissed yours with a growing intensity, but you could certainly feel the restraint he was practicing. You, on the other hand, were already nibbling on that soft, perfect bottom lip of his and needily whimpering against his mouth. Matt was the one who had to break the kiss in an attempt to keep you from tearing his costume off in the middle of the bar when one of your hands began tugging at the collar of his shirt.

“I just want you to know,” he told you, breathing hard as he lowered his face so that his lips were brushing your ear as he spoke, “that I’m going to take you back to my place when you finish that drink and I’m going to fuck you absolutely senseless in that devil costume.”

You swallowed hard as he straightened up beside you, a hungry look on his face as he sightlessly gazed down at you. With a shiver running down your body, you returned to your drink at the bar, quickly wrapping your lips around the straw and drinking the alcohol down. Matt returned to his place behind you, pushing you into the counter with his hips as one of his hands slid beneath your dress, his fingers lightly gliding along your cunt through your underwear. For the briefest of moments your eyelids closed, your eyes rolling back as the straw dropped out of your mouth, fighting back a throaty groan.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x you #matt murdock x fem reader #matt murdock series #matt murdock fic #daredevil x female reader #matt murdock fanfic #matt murdock smut #fftd

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drizzledrawings · 13 days

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cowbian pirate au perchance....?

Mattie is a pirate and flora is a mermaid ?!!?!!

#cowbians

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toomuchracket · 3 months

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in disney and theres a dad wearing their baby on his chest so she’ll nap and shes in a little snow white dress (she cant be older than 6 months) and im sobbing at the thought of dad matty and girlie

lyla on tour!! the day at disney has been in the calendar for a free day on tour since before you even got pregnant (for baby hann's bday celebrations!!), and lyla's old enough and settled enough that you feel like taking her is a nice idea; matty's convinced she'll enjoy it, because she giggles and splashes water everywhere while he sings songs from the little mermaid and moana to her during bathtime lol (he catches you doing the part of your world "ah-ah-ah-ah" one time you're doing bathtime and pesters you about bv's on a 75 track for 3 hours straight lmao). the snow white dress she wears is actually a hand-me-down from the macs - it was eilidh's, and when lyla was born she very sweetly gave it to her as a present and matty got all emo about the babas sharing clothes the way the boys did/do lmao. anyway, lyla's wearing it the day you go to disney, while matty's got his mickey mouse t-shirt on (you keep getting distracted by his arms) and you're wearing a nightmare before christmas t-shirt that matty ribs you for keeping from your teenage emo phase lol; literally, he's got lyla in the baby bjorn on his chest while you queue for it's a small world like "did you know mummy was a goth? a hot one, i assume, but a goth nonetheless. listening to proper screamo blaaaaaaaah music" (you're like "lyla actually that was daddy and his system of a down phase, not me and my paramore albums, thank you very much"), and she finds his impression so funny that he has to do it until you're on the ride itself and she gets distracted lol. but it's a cute day - adam takes lyla so you and matty can go on a couple of rides together (pirates of the caribbean, and the radiator springs racers one lol), and baby hann has so much fun. all the kids do, actually, although it proper tires them out (despite lyla falling asleep on daddy's chest while you wandered around animal kingdom); you get an adorable pic of them all sleeping in the minibus on the way back to the hotel, eilidh and baby hann half-draped over keir and lyla's carseats, and you also get a cute one of matty sleeping on you on the drive back. just a lovely chill (for disney, that is) little day <3

#mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #d word matty #literal d word #lyla #keir #eilidh

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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years

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Bad Liar (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Author’s Note: *ahem* *mouth trumpet fanfare noises* *confetti* This is for my dear sweet Amanda’s ( @mattmurdocksscars ) 1,500 writing challenge!!! Amanda is such a wonderful human who I am in awe of every time I see her stories pop up on my dash--my sweet baby angel is as talent as all heck!!! I’m so glad I could participate. This was so incredibly fun to write, and I literally got it done in maybe 40 minutes after inspiration struck after a meeting today. It was nice to do a little change in pace as I fight writers block for other things. Enjoy, my darling, and congrats again!! :)

Summary: You have been going strong with Matt for quite some time, but it turns out there was something that you didn’t know about him that Foggy divulged, even though he was sworn to secrecy. When Matt comes home and find you trying to get into a locked closet, the truth comes out.

Prompt: “Need any help?”

Warnings: Angst (lil conflict and misunderstanding since the reader doesn’t know about Matt’s, uh, extracurricular activities -- Matt goes a bit Devil mode in his tone for a second), fluff and softness (emotion an memories involving Jack), implied smut

Other Characters: Foggy Nelson (mentioned)

Word Count: 1,236

“Hey, Matty,” you say with a smile, trying your hardest not to panic or laugh as you look at him from right in front of his closet under the roof access stairs.

He narrows his eyes slightly in suspicion as he moves along the hallway before he places his glasses on the countertop. “Hi, angel,” he says, his voice smooth as butter. “Need any help?”

“Hm? No,” you say nonchalantly as you casually saunter over towards him. You place your arms gently on his shoulders and let them slide down to his arms, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “It was just a long day, and I missed you. That’s all.”

“So, you were by where I keep my dad’s trunk because you missed me?”

“Yes.” Unfortunately, it’s not entirely convincing for your boyfriend.

“You really shouldn’t poke your nose behind locked doors, (Y/N),” he says, his voice lower than you’re used to. It sends a chill down your spine.

“I’m just thinking I should know things about the man I’m in a relationship with,” you tell him as you try to keep your heart from racing. With the nerves and adrenaline coursing through your veins, you lean forward, brushing your lips against his ear as you whisper. “Like that my boyfriend had an earring in high school and undergrad?”

You watch as bright pink begins to burn the tips of his ears, his skin much hotter than before, the muscle in his jaw feathering. You press a kiss on his cheek, fixing the hair that swoops on his forehead with your fingers, the feeling in your gut telling you that you need to lighten and soften the intense mood. “Knowledge of that image would make me question your street cred as a lawyer, huh?”

Matt lets out a nervous laugh before a smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes pulls across his face after a solid few seconds of processing your words.

“Y-Yeah,” he stutters, wrapping his hands around your waist. “Can’t have you spreading that to all of New York, now can I?”

“I know I shouldn’t have been snooping, but Foggy had mentioned a photo album and said ‘the evidence is all there to prove that Matt Murdock had an awkward phase’. It was nowhere else in the apartment, so I figured it had to be there. I’m sorry that I made you that upset. That wasn’t my intention.”

“No, no, I’m not upset. I just wish you would have asked me first.”

“So you wouldn’t have tried to call Foggy a ‘traitorous liar’ or a ‘scabby sea bass’?”

“‘Scabby sea bass’?”

“I think it has something to do with the alleged earring in question. That, and it sounded like he was watching Pirates of the Caribbean.”

“Ah,” Matt says softly, his entire demeanor following his tone. “But, no, none of those phrases exactly. I would have tried to deflect your attention from seeing those pictures, though.”

“Deflect all you want, Murdock, but nothing is going to get seeing those pictures off of my mind.”

“Even if I do that thing with the silk sheets you like?”

“Mm, a very good attempt. Might even work. But I still want to see them. Pretty please?”

“Not the pretty please,” he smirks playfully before leaning into a kiss that wrinkles the fabric of your shirt. “Give me a second, and I’ll grab it.”

You move to sit on the couch as Matt retrieves the album and makes the quick trip next to you, the spine of the book cracking from not being used for a long time. You let out a soft gasp as you see pictures of Matt from the youngest points of his childhood.

“You were so small, Matty,” you coo as your eyes move over a page of baby pictures.

“We were all that small once, y’know, not just me,” he chuckles.

“Wow,” you breathe, pausing on a picture of a man holding infant Matt in a big comfy chair. Your fingers gently trace over the edges of the picture. “This must be your dad. You look like him.”

Matt doesn’t respond to that claim. Instead, he slides down into the couch slightly and wraps his arm around your shoulders. You slowly move through the pages, enjoying these little snippets of Matt’s life until you find a picture that looks like it’s from his undergrad years. His hair is long and floppy with the 2000s swoosh across his forehead. He’s sitting on the floor in black jeans and a gray henley, resting against a sofa, smiling at something someone out of frame is doing. Then it catches your eye: a thin little silver sliver of metal looping on his left earlobe.

“Oh my God,” you say with a giggle, leaning forward as you bring the scrapbook up to your face.

“I was convinced it looked cool,” he sighs with a little laugh. “Clearly, a blind guy should not determine what looks fashionable, nor should it be encouraged by other college boys.”

“Matty, you look hot,” you say as you linger on the image. “And since when do you have chest hair? You’re as smooth as a seal!”

“Oh, come on.”

“I’m being serious.”

“Are you telling me that you’re turned on by my 2000s look and my chest hair?”

“Firstly, Matthew, you should know that you always turn me on. Secondly, yes. College me is going feral inside, right now. I need to know, though: did you ever wear a necklace or any kind of rings at all?”

“Yeah, sometimes. The rings were every once in a blue moon, though. Parties and things like that.”

“Matthew,” you moan, feeling your cheeks grow hot. This man will be the death of you. You twist and lean forward to take a peek at his ear. “Oh my God, you can still kinda see the hole from the piercing.”

“Again, not my best choice. Besides, like you said, it’d ruin my credit as a really good lawyer.”

“Fine, if you don’t want to bring back the earring, how about the chest hair?”

“Seriously?”

“Stupendously serious,” you say with a straight face.

“I’ll think about it. Chest hair would make it harder too—.” He cuts himself off before he can finish that sentence.

“Harder to what?”

“We can talk about that a little later,” he deflects with a kiss to your neck. His hands wrap around your hips and spin you into his lap so you face his front and straddle his legs. “I was thinking, while you were here, maybe we can do that thing with the silk sheets?”

“Matthew Murdock, are you trying to distract me?”

“Not at all,” he says as his hands lazily rub up your waist and down your thighs. You can tell he’s lying, but he’s already shown you one thing about him today that he probably didn’t want to, and this position is so nice. Not to mention the memories of what he is suggesting sends an erotic shiver throughout your body.

“Okay, then, Murdock,” you hum with a smile as you lean forward. “Do your worst. Make me feel all kinds of good.”

In one swift movement, he lifts you up from the couch, making you clutch onto his shoulders and wrap your legs tightly around his waist.

“Trust me, angel. When we’re done, those pictures will be the furthest thing from your mind.”

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