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[peterman-spideyparker]

Something’ Stupid (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader) - Sinatra Series 7/9

Author’s Note: I’ve had this done for a bit, but I kept forgetting to post. I really didn’t mean for a month to go by! I’m going to try to post some other fics (and a bonus Sinatra Series one) while I have some time off from work. So for this chapter, I really wanted to try and use a gif of Matt being hella soft and cute in bed (you’ll see why when you read), but it’s the forehead kisses for me😍🥺😭THIS MAN I SWEAR--. Enjoy! :)

Summary: Matt finally admits something to you without realizing it, and when you respond, he’s happier than he could have ever imagined.

Suggested Listening: Somethin’ Stupid by Frank Sinatra

Warnings: Fluff, big uwu sweetness (the L word!), smut (p in v penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk/praise), swearing

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 1,508

It’s like his lips act on their own volition after you both collapse on the bed, blissfully spent from exploring one another’s bodies after a long week at work and an even longer week for Matt from patrolling the Kitchen. Matt’s mouth works to cover whatever exposed skin he can find with soft kisses, your body intoxicating for him, something that he can never seem to get enough of. You giggle at the sensation—the texture of his plush lips and scratchy beard a wonderful mix on your skin that is so uniquely Matt, infecting every surface and pore of your body. 

But they truly work by themselves when they mutter, “I love you” into your skin.

Neither of you realize the short, weighty sentence has been uttered until a few seconds later. Matt freezes, hoping that he only imagined he said the words, that he didn’t ruin the moment. You wriggle in his hold, trying to twist and turn to better see his face. Matt tries to hide, preventing you from looking at him.

“Matt—,” you start, catching some of his hair and brushing it off of his forehead.

“It was something stupid,” he interjects. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ruin—.”

“Hey, no,” you tell him, your hand running down his cheek. “It’s not stupid. You didn’t ruin anything.” You take a deep breath, looking up at him and admiring him for everything that he is, your heart swelling so much you actually feel a pain in your chest. “I love you, too, Matt.”

You pull him down for a kiss, carding your fingers through the hair on the back of his head as he wraps his arms around your naked body.

God, how he’s prayed to hear you say that. How he’s prayed that you would be interested in him beyond a friend. How he’s prayed to hear that someone cares for him so deeply. How he’s prayed for you.

Your embraces are a delightful mix of need and tenderness, working to embrace one another so that neither of you are entirely sure when one starts and the other ends—you just know that you need one another.

The silk sheets of the bed feel incredibly cool against your burning skin while your fingers are absorbed in the softness of his locks, the tiredness that you both felt moments ago melting away into the room. You feel Matt’s softened cock slowly rise against your thigh. You spread you legs, allowing Matt to slot himself between you, improving the angle of the kiss. Matt’s cock is at the ready between your folds, his tip begging for entrance as he kisses you—the way that his lips move against yours and he holds onto your frame, you’d think that you give him life and he’s refilling his energy reserves. You tug at his hair, begging him to get impossibly close.

“Matt,” you moan, pressing wet kisses along his jaw, just below his ear. “Matty, get in me. I need you.”

Matt curves his back to dip his head and leans to press a kiss between your breasts, right above your heart, before moving to spread kisses down and all around your body. He drags his lips in a line from your pelvic bone all the way up you your mouth once more, his tongue slipping past your lips and exploring your mouth like it has so many times before. With gentle hands resting on your thighs, he keeps your legs wide as he pushes into you. You moan into his mouth, your fingers sinking into the soft flesh of his sculpted back, letting the feeling of him completely consume you. Matt’s body is flush against yours, each drag and roll of his hips like a slice of Heaven in your arms. With each thrust, Matt whispers an “I love you” somewhere into your body. Now that the cat’s out of the bag, it’s all his mind is consumed with saying.

“I love you, Matt,” you breathe. “I lo—fuck, Matty. Just like that. Just like that.”

“So perfect f’me,” he grunts. “Angel . . .”

You squeak in pleasure as Matt’s thrust hits particularly deep and he rubs against your still-sensitive clit. Your back arches and your legs fling themselves higher around Matt’s hips. “Matt!”

“Y’feel so good, angel,” he moans, his teeth nipping at the thin skin of your neck, licking down the sting. “Fuck.” Wrapping you securely in his arms, Matt readjusts and leans back on his knees, taking you with him, bouncing you up and down on his cock. The cool apartment air tickles your back as Matt moves you along his length—a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his chest. He ends up lifting you up a little too high on one bounce, and knocks the both of you out of your current position and back onto the mattress, this time with you on top and Matt below. Little laughs escape your lips before you lean down and kiss Matt, your hair proving a curtain around your faces, keeping the neon of the billboard outside. He tries to brush it out of your face, but gravity makes his efforts fail. Instead, he slides his hands down your sides, gripping your waist and guiding your hips in a steady rhythm on his cock, his brain scrambling at how your breasts brush against his chest.

“Sit up, angel,” he commands, using his hands to guide you upright. “Good girl, just like that. Just like that, up and down. Good fucking girl. Good girl.”

“Matty,” you moan. “So deep, Matty.”

Matt reaches for you hands, lacing your fingers together. “I know, baby, but you’re taking me so good. God, I love you so much, angel.”

“Fuck.”

“You’re so pretty for me like this, bouncing up and down and riding my cock, you know that?”

He can hear the smile spread across your lips as you roll your head back in pure, unadulterated pleasure.

“Matty, harder,” you whimper, needing to chase the feeling that will tighten the knot in your belly.

“You want it harder, angel?” he grunts. Yes, it’s a way to tease you, but he always, always wants to make sure you’re comfortable and can handle what’s going on. “You think you can take it?”

“Yes, Matt, please,” you beg. “Please, please, please.”

Under normal circumstances, he’d tease you at least a little longer, asking if his good girl was sure she could handle his dick. Tonight, though, is a very special night. Tonight, he knows the depths of your affection more clearly than ever, and he wants you to feel especially worshipped and adored. Giving in, he stops your bouncing and sits up, leaning you backward toward the headboard, the pillows underneath your back. He takes your face in his hands, the tips of his fingers curling your hair. Matt places kisses all over your face, a little constellation of his love for you, invisible marks that will linger in your skin and warm your heart when you think about their embraces.

“I love you, angel,” he whispers before capturing your lips with his.

“I love you, too, Matty,” you breathe between kisses. “I love you so much.”

Matt resumes his thrusts, hitting that special spot that only he knows how to hit. His forehead rests on yours, both of your faces twisting into expressions of pleasure as you pant and moan in each other’s lips. The depth of his thrusts mixed with the way he rubs against your clit tightly winds the coil in your stomach. Your whines get higher pitched as you move closer to the edge, and you work to place kisses into the hollow of Matt’s neck. Just as you move your lips back, you teeter a precariously thin line. Matt’s hot breath tickles your skin, gently whispering, “Cum for me, angel.”

You grasp into your boyfriend for dear life, an intense orgasm rocking through your body as you clench around Matt as he prolongs your own orgasm to work toward his. As Matt kisses your temple, he lets out a strong groan and ruts in you with sharp thrusts. While Matt shoots his seed deep inside, slowly rolling his hips as he continues to do so, he presses sweet kisses to your lips. His hands soothingly rub up and down your waist, his nose softly nuzzling against yours. With a few more kisses, Matt pulls out and settles on the mattress right next to you. As you both try to catch your breath, comfortably resting against one another, you feel his cum dribble out of you.

“Hey Matty?” you breathe.

“Yeah, angel?” he says softly, the back of his knuckles tenderly tracing your arm.

“I love you.”

A warm laugh rolls through his chest, taking you in his arms and snuggling down on the mattress, placing sweet kisses into your cheek. “I love you more.” In Matt’s life, no truer statement has ever fallen from his lips, and he will do whatever he can to make you know that.

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[kyurochurro]

OUGHHHH finals have killed me…….. only way to recover is to draw spirk dancing :>;> :D ✨💫 🎶 I think Kirk would be a great dancer…..🚶

[zay-does-things]

Little reminder that Seth MacFarlane sung all these songs and has made several jazz inspired albums

No seriously

[for-the-roses]

I've just finished New Girl and I'm so sentimental

The scene where they're playing true American with their children was adorable. I didn't expect to like this show so much.

It was an excellent last episode. So glad Nick and Jess ended up together

Now I need a new series to watch every night, preferably something with tons of romance. Any suggestions?

[capswarmedals]

the frank sinatra cover of moonlight serenade literally IS my capvers national anthem.... standing at a gate..... glenn miller cover...... june night......... anthony left on 5th june.... at 1800 hours (basically night shush) ........ james likes glenn miller....

its all coming together.

[wojakgallery]

Title/Name: Francis Albert Sinatra, popularly known as ‘Frank Sinatra’ or simply ‘Sinatra’, (1915–1998). Bio: American singer and actor. Nicknamed the "Chairman of the Board" and later called "Ol' Blue Eyes", he is regarded as one of the most popular entertainers of the mid-20th century. Sinatra is among the world's best-selling music artists. Country: USA Wojak Series: Bloomer (Variant) Image by: Wojak Gallery Admin Main Tag: Sinatra Wojak

[snakerdoodlle]

Cal would be a heavy Frank Sinatra listener me thinks

[thenormalspot]

In my head there’s an AU where all the life series members are in a singing competition (á la Pitch Perfect)

The Bad Boys are a hot rock band

Joel is the singer, Jimmy plays drums and Grian plays bass/backup vocals

Etho and Cleo are a duo (think Stevie Nicks and Lindsey Buckingham)

Cleo is the ethereal singer and Etho plays guitar

Bdubs, Tango, BigB and Skizz are a soft rock band

Skizz plays the drums, BigB plays bass, Tango plays guitar and Bdubs sings (there’s a lot of internal drama in this band)

Pearl and Gem are folk singers that sing very haunting duets

Idk it just seems right for them to me

Scott, Martyn, Lizzie and Ren are an Icelandic pop group

Lizzie sings and plays piano, Scott sings and plays the drums, Martyn sings and also plays the piano, and Ren sings and plays guitar

Mumbo, Scar and Impulse are a very new band

Scar sings, Mumbo plays bass, and Impulse plays drums

[celebclippinz]

Magazine clippings

[philibetexcerpts]

On 10 December 1951, the Duke and Duchess of Edinburgh attended the “Midnight Matinee” gala at the London Coliseum, in aid of the National Playing Fields Association. There they met some icons, including Frank Sinatra, Ava Gardner, Dorothy Kirsten, and Rhonda Fleming who participated in the charity event.

[peterman-spideyparker]

All My Tomorrows (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader) - Sinatra Series 8/9

Author’s Note: Hello, gorgeous people! SO, long story short, I was going to post this at the beginning of January, but I quit my job, wrapped up those duties there, started a new job, and I feel like I've finally settled in and can breathe a bit! And what better day than Valentine's Day to post this next fluffy part! Thank you for your patience! Enjoy! :)

Summary: Matt loves you so incredibly much, and he can't wait to ask you the most important question of your lives

Suggested Listening: All My Tomorrows by Frank Sinatra

Warnings: Fluff--fluffy fluff fluff, nothing but love and domestic affection

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 961

It’s not the little snores that come from you that wakes Matt up. If anything, they usually help him fall asleep—along with your heartbeat, they’re signs to him that you’re relaxed, that you’re comfortable and content, that you’re here with him. Right in his arms, acting like an anchor when his mind starts to become too much, when the bruises and aches of his body are all he can feel, Matt knows he can reach for you and everything will be alright.

So when he wakes up in the middle of the night, rested and happy, cold winter air seeping though the large windows of the loft, and finds you cuddled up into his chest, your warm breath spreading across his skin like a cozy blanket, he knows now is the perfect time.

“Angel,” he whispers. He hates the thought of waking you up, but the moment is perfect. He can’t bring himself to wait. “Sweetheart.”

You gently stir against him, the tip of your nose grazing against his skin as you tilt your head up. “Matty?” you groan, feeling the heat of his body snuggles against yours. “You okay?”

“I’m fine, angel,” he assures you, kissing your forehead, pushing wisps of hair off of your skin.

“Then why are you up?” you yawn before pressing a kiss into the hollow of his neck.

“I’m happy,” he says, his voice in a deliciously gravelly timbre. “I’m in love. I want to marry you.”

“Mm, that’s nice, Matty,” you snuggle down on him, taking in a deep whiff of his skin. “Me too.”

He feels your chest rise and fall for a few more seconds before he hears your heart skip a beat—a sign you’re now awake.

“Matthew?” you question, the sleep leaving your voice.

“Yes, (Y/N)?” he smiles so warmly that it makes you feel butterflies in your chest.

“Did you just ask me to marry you?”

A chuckle rumbles in Matt’s chest before he rolls on top of you, supporting himself on his forearms. “If we’re being technical, it was a statement,” he says with a little grin. “I want to marry you. You’ve given me hope, you’ve shown me incredible love that I haven’t experienced since my father died . . .” He takes a deep breath and collects himself. “On my worst days when I question everything, you make me realize that my life, everything that I do, is worth it. All my tomorrows belong to you, (Y/N). It’d be an honor and a blessing if I could spend the rest of my life with you. (Y/N), my love, my angel, will you marry me?”

You lie there in bed, absolutely stunned, trying to discern if this is a dream or actually happening.

“That time I was asking,” Matt cheekily adds, trying to mask just how nervous he is.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I should have waited until the morning. I should have planned better. This was a mist—.”

You take his face in your hands, closing the gap in your lips. The force of the pull allows Matt to place his body weight on you, like the best kind of weighted blanket in the world. The kisses are soft, absolutely tender, and full of nothing but love.

“Is that a yes, sweetheart?” he smiles against your lips, pressing more kisses to the plush skin.

“Yes, Matty,” you sniffle, leaning forward to meet his kisses. “Of course.” Kiss. “Always.” Kiss. “Forever.”

Matt rolls your bodies over, getting the opportunity to hold onto your form better while also reaching for something in his bedside drawer.

“This was my Gram’s,” Matt explains, moving the ring between his fingers. “I don’t really remember what it looks like, but—.”

“Matty—.”

“—I-I really want to give you something special that you like the look of, too, and my senses only go so far with something like this—.”

“Matthew,” you interrupt a little sharper, pushing the hair back from his face and kissing his forehead. “I don’t need anything. By you asking . . . Matty, I only ever need you, you understand?”

Matt’s smile is warm and twinkling, and he places kisses all over your face. “Want to give me that finger of yours, angel?”

His fingers trace along your arm and down to your hand as you spread your fingers and extend it toward him. He slides it on, holding your fingers in his warm hand and kissing every knuckle with reverence.

“This is perfect,” you breathe. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s a little big,” he hums running his thumb over the piece of jewelry. “It’ll have to be sized.”

“The detail is so pretty, Matty. I’d hate to ruin it. I could always just wear it in a chain. Keep it close to my heart all the time.”

“That’s incredibly sweet of you, angel. But every time I take your hand in mine, I want to feel that ring on your finger. A wonderful little symbol of our love.”

“Well, in that case, we can go to a jeweler tomorrow. Maybe they can recommend one of those ring numbers so it can fit and we don’t lose the detail.”

Matt beams, bringing your lips together once more as he rolls both of you over on the bed, trapping you under him in nothing but love and warmth. “I love you, angel.”

You move your head to the side and release a yawn you're unable to stifle before turning back to him. “I love you, too, Matty.”

He readjusts, pressing his chest flush to your back, wrapping his arms around you, pressing kisses all over the back of your shoulders and neck. You rest your hands over his, nestled just under your breasts as he holds you close, gently lulling you into a sweet sleep.

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[minisinmedia]

Nancy Sinatra, Goldie Hawn and Ruth Buzzi both wearing mini dresses on Laugh-In

[goofyjelly]

HE IS MY FAVORITE THING. I AM INSANE-

[v-thinks-on]

My contribution to this year’s @ksadvent!

[silkythewriter]

Vox and alastor with an undeserving to be in hell reader!

Warnings!:non!

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note!;I THINK TUMBLER ACTUALLY HATES ME (ﾒ﹏ﾒ)(｡•́︿•̀｡)it keeps not letting me edit my drafts, it’s happened like 3 times already this week alone!,…BUT ANYWAY I LOVE THIS IDEA I REALLY HOPE YOY ENJOY!!!!♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Summary!: alastor and Vox x reader WHOs I. Hell for a minor sin/crime

❤️Written by silkythewriter do not steal or repost any other platform please! <3❤️

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“Each time I find myself

Flat on my face

I pick myself up and get back in the race!”

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!📺✨Vox✨📺!

When you first admitted what you did that counted as a “sin” he was flabbergasted! He thought they must’ve made a mistake. All be it one that was in favor since he got to be damned with you. But still!

Out of every monster known to man kind one who’ve committed acts that are despicable. You, one who can barely hurt a damn fly get sent with them?

At first he thought you were genuinely just joking. And he actually laughed! Like audible chuckled before waiting for the actual reason, which never came, and he soon realized you were being serious!

He always questioned why you use to refuse to kill, or at least scare people into respect. But then you explained how you refused to be like the rest of the sinners.

He utterly dumb founded you made it this far without spilling a bit of blood, at least for survival!

He becomes more overprotective as if he wasn’t before, good luck with that!

Cause now he knows your rules, he knows you won’t budge. Nothing would get you to change your mind. So he made sure to keep eyes on you 24/7, you may be nice, but the other sinners in this damned place definitely aren’t. And he knows that from experience

Would neither confirm or deny he put a small tracker in an item you carry every where.

This man has enemy’s as you’ve seen, demons, overlords, rival company’s, it’s a headache an a half for him. Not that he hates protecting you and your values! No never!, but the nerve of the people who think they even have a chance to lay a hand on you.

Gives you the lastest phone from his series, and yes he will text you and blow up ur phone up if he can see you through cameras around the city.

Even if you put it on silent he wouldn’t put behind himself to over load it and just show up on your phone screen.

Sometimes he’s just so confused how you can be so nice, or at worst passive to those who are poking at you. He thinks your a saint, even if you aren’t, an maybe you have a short temper still the way you hold yourself form blowing up is astonishing!

Sometimes he jokes about how if you were to go to Charlie you would be redeemed in a day. And at night sometimes he thinks about it and it scares him to know there’s a possibility for you to go where he will probably never be able to follow you too

He loves you to the depths and the crooks of hell, and he’ll be damned again if he lets anyone hurt you. He sees you as a small soft light in the red cover world, and he will do anything before anyone can put out that light.

He makes sure to keep a good distance between you and Val, a BIG distance.

He’s always on the edge about people around you, how can’t he? He can’t trust all these “disgusting and repulsive” sinners in hell around you. The thought alone cringes him out and stresses him.

He knows to some degree he isn’t exactly better then them sin wise, but he makes sure to do his best for you while infornt of you, he cares about his image, and wouldn’t be afraid to scare someone into discipline. BUT he will tone it down, just for you ♥(⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)♥

He has you under wraps, from the public eye in this case. As much as he’s one to show off his earnings, he loves you a little to much and knows well people will use you as a advantage. He loves to show off but you something just for him behind close doors for now before he can work something out

NOW if the public were to already know, he show off by showing how untouchable you were, demons knew better to approach you seeing as how fast he is to get rid of those stupid enough to try something.

Overall he respects your morals of not wanting to stoop as low as other sinners. But it dose make him more protective of you, your like a rare gem. There’s only a handful of people like you, and even then the numbers decrees daily, so he dose his most to make sure you safe and happy <3

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!🎙️✨Alastor✨🎙️!

Like Vix he humors it at first! Playing around with it before Laughing with his usual staticky voice as he stared at you with his unnerving smile. You guys quite literally stared at each other for a hot minute waiting for the other to say something.

It took you clearing your throat for him to realize you weren’t just trying to get a chuckle outta him.

And for the first time since you met him you caught a hint of confusion, making you explain that it was genuinely what you did.

He quite literally burst out laughing, you, someone who probably did something everyone did once is in this horrid place stuck with the horrid monsters ever! Just for that single act alone.

He will admit he found it a bit amusing how you refused to kill or lay a hand on anyone. Refusing to stoop to other people’s levels. Now that for him is pure gold of entreatment! He’s seen people like you, say the same exact thing then crumble when backed I to a Corner.

But for the first time, for all the decades he’s been damned here, he’s seen you stick to what you’ve stated. You were very much quite a spectacle!

Now finding new amusement, he decided to protect you, cause someone like you were sure to be a one time experience. Aside from loving you of course

Now with your name being accosted with him alone is a shield in if its self. Barely any one approached you, aside from those playing with their afterlives of course.

If you ever feel a looming shadow or presence it’s most likely one of his shadows. Like Vox he is gonna have his eyes on you almost always

Although he loves you he will play around to get a reaction out of you. All for the fun of it!, he knows you cringe when he talks about his cannibalism tendencies he just loves seeing your cute little face scrunch up!

Even though with all of that he is a gentleman and will make sure no one is to bother you.

He’s quite impressed you made it this far without getting killed, I mean of course you have him but if you arrived to hell and didn’t met him immediately he’d be quite impressed and surprised one you both do meet

He indulges himself in the horrible aspects of hell, with no remorse or shame what so ever either. So although he dose respect your wishes he won’t stop or calm down his tendencies.. （；へ：）but on the bright side he’ll make sure your far away or he goes off to other part of the city and do whatever he wishes. But your likely to see on the news either way… (￣▽￣💧

He dose enjoy the more civil and nice talks he has with you though! He finds it nice to take a break from all the crude talk on the street from other sinners and have a nice conversation!

Great listener let me tell you, he’ll happily sit there as you explain your day away! He honestly enjoys hearing you genuinely happy!, although his a chatter box himself but he enjoys listening to you more then anyone or anything else!

Watches you be nice to the most repulsive, and rude demon like it’s nothing. Even when disrespected you find a way to calm down the situation and nicely at that. Of course the demon doesn’t live long once their out of your sight, but still! He’s pleasantly surprised.

He finds it rather weird that your nice just for the sake of being nice but still it’s definitely a nice refresher from all the horrible people down in hell!

You catch his eye rather quickly with how you stick out from others (in a good way! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ) and his eyes end up on you, you mainly have all his attention almost always if he isn’t off doing something!, your his light just live Vox he’ll make sure you’ll shine bright as ever and won’t go out.

Not everyone can catch it but in some rare moments he’ll be seen just staring at you as you happily talk away to Charlie. And for the smallest second you can see his unnerving smile turn into a soft smirk, eyes only on you and his mind filled with only you. This happens on the regular, it’s just he’s quick to cover up so no one sees!

Overall he loves you, even with some differences between your views he’ll still do his best to make you comfortable. Aside from teasing you here and there! But other then that he’ll protect you, your one of kind. And he loves having things no one else can.

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AHHHH HELLOOOOO OH GORSH I MADE IT JUST IN TIME THIS TOOK SO LOBG TO DO CAUSE I KEPT HAVING TO DELETE AND REWRITE ON A NEW DRAFT AUGHHH I HOPE TUMBLR FIXES THIS BUG, BUT ANYWAY TYSM FOR REQUESTING PLEASE COME AGAIN!!!\(^ヮ^)/’