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mmm nonnie im drooling at the thought

matt obviously (jealous bastard that he is) will be fucking the shit out of reader later.

he'd just stand in the doorway at first, listening to your amused giggles, hands on his hips and a disapproving frown on his lips.

Also, why did he save Matt in the first place? Was it balance for Foggy? An apology for accidently shooting Matt when Matt jumped in front of the bullet and saved Fisk? Why is he so damn obsessed with Matt but then just left him for some random new guy?

hmmm, interesting questions my dear nonnie!

when i'd first watched the show, i do think that dex had taken to matt as his north star for a bit there, but then as the story line progressed it might've been more of a balancing the scales type of thing.

so maybe he'd just been following matt around.

and oh my god, he's such a dork for carving that in, the image of it is funny lol.

and i do think he might have a few carved and ready, just for funsies lol.

The apartment smelled like the orange you’d peeled twenty minutes ago, the sharp, clean oils still hanging in the warm air alongside the mellow steam of two mugs of tea.

A heavy block of afternoon sunlight cut across the bed, split perfectly in half by the drape of the curtain. Matt was lying right where the light hit, completely unraveled from the chaos of Hell’s Kitchen. He wasn’t wearing his glasses, his eyes closed as he leaned his head back against the pillows, soaking in the rare quiet.

Between you sat the cat, a heavy, purring weight sprawled lazily over the blankets. Matt’s long fingers were buried in its soft fur, idly tracking the steady, rhythmic vibration of its chest. He could feel the exact line where the shadow ended and the direct heat of the sun began, warming his skin and casting a soft glow over the room.

"You're thinking too loud," Matt murmured, his voice thick with a lazy, resting warmth.

He didn't open his eyes, but his hand shifted away from the cat, his knuckles brushing against the mattress until they found your knee. He hooked his fingers gently around your wrist, tugging you just an inch closer into the sunbeam.

"Come here," he whispered, a small, genuine smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "The cat shouldn't be the only one getting spoiled today."

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(saw these pics on my Pinterest and this exact scenario popped into my head instantly aksjdhfdjh literally rushed straight to your inbox to drop this off bc this is SO mattnini core augh my heart 😭😭😭😭😭)

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CLOUDY MEIN ROH DUNGI

this was so cutu :( i love you (┬┬﹏┬┬)

ughhhh to have a cat and matt lol

Not wounded, not depressed

I need him doubled over clutching his stomach because a high pitched sound is making him sick.

I need him shivering with fever and too week to stomach anything

I need the smell of something to trigger his gag reflex and completely throw off his equilibrium

Am I the only one?

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like not only is it delicious to see, it's probably so true for him considering he lives in new york. the smell and the sound can be too much for his senses, i'm sure he would get overstimulated or even feel sick cause of it all.

also the whump potential with these things is insaneeeee nonnie

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