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peterman-spideyparker · 1 year

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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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peterman-spideyparker · 2 years

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(Love Is) The Tender Trap (Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader) - Sinatra Series 4/9

Author’s Note: Okay okay okay so here’s the thing. I wasn’t going to include smut in this series initially, but then I saw this gif and got an idea and I’m a slut whore creative and then said screw it (haha) this is happening. It took me a while to write this part particularly, and I’ve been so tired from my work trip/the other event I had to throw two days later from returning, I haven’t had a moment to post. I hope everyone enjoys! :)

Summary: Matt doesn’t want to ruin what his has with you, so he’s taken his time unlike any relationship he’s had before. After a few months of dating, the time feels right for the two of you to take your relationship to the next level.

Suggested Listening: (Love Is) The Tender Trap by Frank Sinatra

Warnings: Fluff (idiots in love but they don’t know it’s love yet because they’re hopeless cuties friends turned lovers), swearing, and smut (oral - m and f receiving, fingering, p in v sex, creampie (wrap it before you tap it, folks) )

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 3,565

“Do you want to come up?” Matt asks, his thumb brushing back and forth against the back of your knuckles as you stand with him on his stoop. You had hoped that this was where the night would go after he caved to your insistence that you walk him home instead of the other way around.

You feel a warmth in your arms that burns up to your neck at the suggestion. Your body is already buzzing from the drinks from dinner and plushness of his lips and how they moved against yours less than a minute ago, sending your mind into a whirlwind.

“Yeah,” you breathe, your tongue peaking out between your lips to wet them. Just as you finish doing so, Matt’s lips are on yours again, capturing your flesh in between his in short, tender embraces, cradling your jaw and neck in his hands. You can feel the smile on his lips when he breaks the kiss, carefully running his fingers down your arms before lacing his digits with yours.

Everything feels too slow as he guides you through the building. You know you’re moving at a normal pace, but the way that your heart drums in your chest and the heat that breaks out through your body is screaming that this all isn’t going fast enough as you walk up the stairs. Your heart skips a beat in disappointment when Matt slips his hand from yours to undo the lock to his loft. Once it’s open, Matt takes your hand again and leads you in to the hallway. The apartment feels different somehow; smaller, warmer, the lights that stream in creating an ambiance that amplifies the electricity buzzing in the air between you. He rests his cane down on the bench by the door before guiding you to his living room.

Matt takes his suit jacket and folds it over the side of one of his living room chairs, then extending his hand out for your cardigan to do the same. Taking a few step over to him, you hand him your folded sweater, his fingers brushing against your hand as he takes the knit fabric to put with his.

“Do want some water or anything?” he asks as he puts his glasses in the kitchen table before he moves back to where you stand.

“I’m okay,” you tell him as your hands snake around his waist, holding him comfortably against you but still giving him enough room to move. Matt smiles at the simple gesture and mimics the hold as he rests his hands on your shoulders. You watch the way that the neon lights from the billboard stream in and paint Matt’s face with a beautiful array of indigos, turquoises, and magentas, making his hazel eyes twinkle like beautiful stars. Leaning forward, you close the space between your mouths, a soft moan escaping your throat and into his mouth as your lips move against one another’s. One of Matt’s hands glides up your skin to rest against your neck, feeling how the muscles move as you embrace. Your sweet kisses soon turn into something more languid, the breaths that escape your noses and the sounds of your lips moving together becoming more prominent in the quiet apartment. Matt captures your bottom lip between his, carefully nipping at the flesh before pulling at it and breaking the kiss, taking the breath straight from your lungs and leaving goosebumps on your skin.

“Still okay?” he hums with a little smirk, dragging his hands down the exposed skin of your arms. Cheeky bastard.

“Yeah,” you breathe, taking his hand in yours and moving backward through the apartment and into his room. “Could be better, though.”

“Oh?”

“Well, I have a few ideas.”

The smiles that break out on your faces are ones only matched by teenagers who are completely infatuated with one another. As your legs bump against the edge of the mattress, Matt cradles your face once more, the intensity of the embrace making you lean on him for support so you don’t fall. After a few kisses, he trails his lips away from yours and down to your jaw and along your neck. A moan escapes you as Matt finds the sweet spot on your neck that makes your body do all sorts of delicious things. You can feel the way his lips curl into a smile at his small victory.

“Matt,” you breathe in delight as his beard scratches your skin. At the sound of you saying his name, his lips move back up to yours for a deep embrace, just barely keeping your bodies upright. Matt’s hands gently travel down your sides, wrapping around your back before his palms slide up. You break the kiss and open your mouth, letting out a breathy sigh as you relish the way that his fingertips trace your body through your dress before they glide up to the top of your zipper. His thumb and index finger easily grasp the swinging tab, holding it steady for a few beats before slowly moving it down its track.

The cool air of the apartment is a stark contrast to the heat of your skin that was trapped in the fabric of the dress. Matt raises his hands, sliding the thin fabric of the straps from your shoulders and off your arms, the dress pooling at your feet. Tentatively, you bring your hands up to his tie, pulling him in for a kiss and working to undo the knotted fabric. It slides off with ease, and you glide the soft between your fingers before it meets your dress on the ground. This time, it’s your turn to attach your lips to his neck, lazily trailing wet kisses along his corroded while your fingers unbutton his shirt, a voice in the back of your head growing more desperate to get his clothes off of his body. After you unbutton his shirt, you slide your hands under to his smooth chest. Your fingers stop their movements, however, when they feel the soft, raised skin of a fading scar. Scratch that—scars. Breaking from the kiss, you look at Matt’s chest and torso, seeing that the soft flesh is absolutely painted with raised lines.

“I got in fights a lot when I was younger,” Matt says, clearing his throat.

It’s not a complete lie. He was younger than he is right now when he got into those scrapes.

“It’s not very nice of them to beat up a blind guy,” you say, cradling his face with your hand, gently rubbing the soft skin of his cheek with your thumb.

“They weren’t very nice people,” Matt counters with a small smirk, moving to take both of your hands in his. “But that’s okay, because right now, I’m here with you. And that’s what matters to me.”

His lips are back on yours in no time, and this time, you fall back onto the silk sheets covering his mattress, letting his body hover over yours like a warm cage. You gently push the soft cotton shirt off of his body, feeling every dip and curve of his soft skin over his muscles. He takes his time with you, the passionate kisses as soft as they are needy while his hands roam your body. Goosebumps pop up on your skin as you feel Matt’s hands gently travel down your sides; when his fingers graze at the top of your panties, you can’t help the sharp gasp that escapes your lips, causing the kiss to break and Matt to move his lips to the pulse point on your neck. One of your hands clasp over to his shoulder blade while the other slides into his hair.

“Matt, I . . .” you breathe, but any ability to speak a full sentence leaves you when his fingers slip under your panties and into your slick folds.

“So perfect,” he hums against my skin, pressing kisses down along your chest. “So wet.” Detaching himself long enough to sit back on his knees, he gently glides your underwear off of my body, kissing the skin that it passes until they’re past your knees and being tossed somewhere behind him. He slides his hands back up your legs and resting on your hips as he kisses along your pelvis, his lips grazing over your mound before pressing soft kisses down until his lips latch around your clit. You moan, your hips rising to meet him, only for his hands to hold you down.

You thought Matt put his mouth to good use in the court room—you weren’t prepared with just how good it would be in other situations. You gasp, moan, and mewl under his touch while he keeps working. His tongue explores every dip and curve of your core, lapping up the wetness like it’s the sweetest nectar. To say that he eats you out like a man starved isn’t quite the right analogy—he is tactical, setting a steady pace that is both urgent and relaxed, a man on a mission who knows exactly what to do to get you right wound. The mix of moans, kisses, licks, and sucks unlike any you’ve felt before brings you close to the edge faster than you want.

“It’s okay,” Matt whispers, moving his kisses to your hip bone as he slides one, then two fingers into you. “Feel it. Let go.” The feeling of his fingers paired with how he curls them in you pulls a pornographic moan from your throat as he hits the right spots before reattaching his lips to your core. You can’t handle it—you arch your back the best you can against Matt’s hold on your waist. Despite how fast you fall over the edge, it’s not as if Matt’s movements are particularly aggressive. Everything he does is fluid and gentle, but he knows the exact spots he needs to hit to make you feel like your soul has left your body. As you start to come down, Matt presses gentle kisses up from your core to your lips. The kisses are deep and exploratory, his hands on your waist, fingers digging into your flesh.

“More.” The simple sentence is all you breathe against his lips, and it drives him wild, allowing him to kiss you more passionately—something you didn’t think was possible. You squeak in excitement at the sensation, enjoying the way that his beard scratches against your skin. The excitement quickly translates into other emotions, both of you working to make sure all clothes are off of one another’s bodies, you more so than Matt throwing the pieces of fabric to the floor. Soon, you are both bare on the silk sheets of Matt’s bed, lips attacking one another like starved animals. Your lips break into a smile as you kiss, your bodies pressed impossibly close, and you feel his length press against your thigh. Carefully, you snake your hand between your bodies and begin to stroke him, a deep moan erupting from the base of Matt’s throat as you spread the precum weeping from his tip along his shaft.

“Let me make you feel good, Matty,” you breathe in between kisses as he bunches up your hair in his hands. “Let me taste you.”

Pulling your swollen lips from his, you kiss down the column of his neck, along the lines of his fading scars, and down around the tuft of hair below his bellybutton. You kiss along his cock, pressing featherlight pecks at the tip before you move to the underside of his shaft. You lick and kiss along the underside of his cock, along the prominent vein that runs the distance from base to tip. After tracing it a few times, you slowly take his length in your mouth. The breaths and moans that pass his lips are angelic, a mix of praise, pleasure, and pleading to continue. With each bob of your head, you take him a little deeper, pushing your limits to fit him all into your mouth. You take a large gasp of air after you release him, repeating it a few times before Matt gathers up your hair and begins to thrust into your mouth.

“Just like that,” he whispers. “Just like that, angel. Oh, so good for me.”

As he continues to thrust, you feel one of his hands travel down the line of your spine and between your thighs, swirling the wetness from your last orgasm around. You gasp, the sensitivity from your last high disorienting your thoughts and your current expedition.

“Matthew,” you moan, your eyes fluttering shut.

“Keep going, sweetheart,” he encourages.

Following his command, you resume your previous task. You hum in delight with each circle of his fingers, the vibrations from your mouth only seeming to spur on Matt’s delight. Giving your throat a reprieve, you move back to kissing along his length, one hand fondling his balls to keep the stimulation going. As you bring your kisses back up to his tip, Matt guides you higher so you rise on your knees and meet his lips in a kiss. One hand rests on the side of your neck while the other moves from over the curve of your ass to your fronts, rubbing your to my next orgasm. Matt keeps his lips pressed to yours, swallowing your cries of delight as he pushes you through another high of pleasure.

Refusing to part his lips from yours, Matt wraps one arm around your waist as he lets gravity drop you onto the mattress, caging your body beneath his. You secure his place above you with your legs latching around his waist. You hiss in sensitivity as Matt’s cock presses against your clit, but that only seems to make you more hungry for him.

“Please, Matt,” you moan, kissing the side of his face as he buries his lips into the crook of your neck, marking up the sensitive skin as his. “I need you.”

“You have me,” he pants as he paints a soothing lick to one of his marks.

A breath of a laugh escapes your lips as you tousle his hair. “You know what I mean.”

“I need you to say it.”

“I need you in me, Matthew. All of you.”

Matt moves his face from your neck, allowing you to get a good look at him—lips swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes the most beautiful color of hazel you have ever seen.

“Tell me to stop and I will, okay?” he breathes, tucking hair behind your ear.

“Promise,” you assure him.

With another deep kiss, Matt lines himself up before he pushes into you. He starts slowly with just the tip. The stretch is sinful and magnificent, your moans harmonizing at the shared sensation. Matt is so big and so thick, it makes your head spin, but you’ll be damned if you have him stop. He feels absolutely amazing, and judging by the look on his face that you can make out from between your half-closed lids, he feels the same.

“Feel so good, Matt,” you whimper as he slowly drags his hips back and forth. “So good.”

“Fuck, angel,” he groans as he places a kiss on your forehead, his nose smushing to the side in delight as he moves his face into you before dipping his head. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Matty,” you breathe as you nuzzle your nose against his. “It’s sweet that you’re taking your time like this, but I’m not fragile.” You trail your nose up along his cheekbone so your lips hover just in front of his ear. “I’m all yours. Whatever you want to do, I’m yours, Matthew. I’m yours.”

Matt’s positive that his heart has never had an arrhythmia like this in his life. The way that is skips and races at your words make him feel lightheaded and excited in every possible way. He can’t help the big smile that pulls at his lips as he moves in for a kiss. His hips begin to move faster and you cling to him, your fingers pressing red crescents into the pale contours of his back. Matt repositions us and lifts you up to sit on his lap, his hands holding onto your hips, guiding the pace of their movements as your hands grasping onto his shoulders. Your breasts hit against his chest, and his lips latch forward onto your sternum to suck love bites onto your skin. Your voice is squeaky and whiny you moan at the sensation—erotic music to his ears. That much surface area of skin to skin contact drives Matt up a wall, needing to be as deep as possible in you, not knowing where he ends and you begin, it’s like air in his lungs.

“Matt!” you cry at the top of your lungs as he hits a new spot deep inside. He’s sure to get noise complains in the morning, and if he’s never really cared about them before, he especially doesn’t care about them now. Not when you sound like that, not when he feels you on him, not when he feels you in the deepest way that he can. With a particularly hard thrust, you cry out and squeeze him once more, your arousal coating him has he continues to guide your hips back and forth. “Fuck!”

“Just like that,” he grunts as your body trembles. “Good girl. Such a good girl for me like that.”

“Matt,” you whimper, resting your forehead on his shoulders as his hands guide you down from your orgasm.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you, angel,” he whispers, placing gentle kisses along your arms. “You did so good. Do you think you have one more in you, angel? One more for me?”

You feel so spent, you can’t speak, but you nod vigorously.

“Hey,” he whispers, nudging your face so it lifts and you stare at him. “I need words. Are you good for one more, (Y/N)?”

“Yeah,” you breathe, crashing your lips into his, still incredibly hungry for him after being worn down from his efforts. Turning on his hip, Matt lays you on the cool silk sheets of the bed, maintaining his spot inside of you. After pressing kisses all over your face, you feel him begin to thrust, hitting so perfectly deep in you, you almost can’t handle it. Matt rests his forehead on yours, his eyes shaking desperately to try and lock onto yours. The sight of Matt above you is nothing short of amazing, and you can’t help but want to see that image time and time again. Sensing your gaze, Matt breaks into a large smile and pecks your cheek.

“So good for me,” he pants, his breath somehow hotter than your hot skin. “So good for me like this. Oh God, (Y/N).”

“Matt,” you breathe, your fingers moving to card through his hair. How are you so close to cumming again?

“I know, sweetheart, I’m close, too. Fuck, I—fuck.”

“Give it to me, Matty,” you whisper encouragingly, nipping at his earlobe as the sound of slapping skin grows more frantic in the room. “Cum for me, baby.”

With a few more thrusts and a tightening grip on your waist that’s sure to leave little bruises for tomorrow, Matt unloads into you with some deep growls and harsh snaps of his hips. Your heavy breathing replaces the pornographic sounds of your pleasure, and the kisses that the two of you engage in are nothing but soft, reassuring, and intimate in every possible way. The way that your lips chase one another let both of you know that you don’t want this moment to end, no matter how tired you feel your bodies grow. Matt is the first one to give in, placing a lingering kiss that pulls your bottom lip between his as he slowly pulls out and rolls off of you.

“Wow,” you breathe as you come down from you final high of the night. Matt can hear the way your lips curve up and how your eyes flutter closed, your lashes resting softly against the upper apples of you cheeks. He’s never seen you quite so relaxed—quite so happy. Whatever the feeling is bubbling in his chest as you lie next to him, he can only describe it as a tender trap.

Matt presses this lips wherever he can into your skin, swollen flesh leaving leaving soft kisses on your soft, sweaty skin.

“Matt,” you giggle, your body now thoroughly registering the oversensitivity of your activity with him. Even though you curl your body into his, it doesn’t prevent his assault of kisses. “Matty!”

“I’m just trying to make you feel good, angel,” he hums, his lips brushing against the hairline of your forehead before planting another wet smooch to your skin.

“You did that four times, counselor.“

Oh God, does your legal flirting turn him on. But that’s something to explore for another time.

“Are you sure you don’t want a glass of water?” he murmurs into your hair as he twists into your body, and you can’t help but wrap your arms and leg around him. “A snack? Anything?”

“Snuggles,” you demand into the soft skin of his chest, drunk on post-coital endorphins and the smell of Matt all around you.

Matt beams, happy to comply with your request. “Snuggles it is.”

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