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myownwutheringheights · 1 year

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Rating and AN: M. Minors DNI. You are responsible for your own media consumption and have been warned. Not beta read, what is editing. It’s not perfect but it’s mine 🥰 Enjoy the combo of Fluff & Filth

Fandom: Daredevil

Pairing: Matt Murdock x f!reader, established relationship

Warnings: Post sex, discussion of unprotected sex (wrap it up!)/unprotected p in v/hormonal birth control talk/sex with the intent of pregnancy, Matt Murdock should have his own warning, author has a breeding kink that she refuses to apologize for

Summary: You’re basking in the afterglow of you and Matt trying for a baby for the first time

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The cozy, almost sleepy feeling was starting to overcome you both as you both settled into the bed. Your heart rate was beginning to settle and calm, your breathing returned to normal, perhaps even slower than normal. More content. It felt like pure peace in the afterglow of the intense love making you’d shared. Matt had settled behind you, leaving you as the happy little spoon. Your head rested against the cradle of his arm and shoulder, his arm lined up with yours. His fingers laced with yours while his legs were tangled with yours, bare chest to your back, your ass rested against his lap, his cock still hard against you, and you know you’d go again for another round soon.

He was a man on a mission. You’d read it it in his expression, in the way he’d moved with you with every thrust till he’d come inside you. You still felt warm with his seed buried deep in you, and some of it dripping from you.

But perhaps your favorite with this position was the placement of his other arm, draped around your lower abdomen, as if willing the act of creation to occur in that very moment, and you couldn’t seem to wipe away the gentle smile on your face. “I don’t think it happens that fast, Matty,” you chuckle gently, lovingly teasing him. You loved the feeling of his hand there. You didn’t want the warmth of his palm to leave you. You felt so safe and protected wrapped up in him, protected in the arms of the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. And you knew his hand would stay there whenever your belly would swell and grow from his child.

He answered your chuckle with one of his own. “Yes, I know. But a man can hope….imagine,” he smiled, that glorious smile, placing soft kisses against your shoulder. You settled more into his arms if it was possible, curling against him as you tug the sinfully soft sheets up more as you snuggle up. He smiles even more as you wiggle in; you want to be closer. “My sweet girl….nesting already?”

You nod playfully, knowing he feels it. “Sure am. And you’re pretty comfy.” All abs and muscle. Warm. But even draped in his arms with the smell of sex and desire still in the air, cozy and comfy and content, you still want him closer.

“I’m right here…” he reassures you as you fight to get as close as you can and Matt lets out the most amazing sound as you rub against his still hard cock, more precum dripping from him. “If you don’t stop that, I’ll have to fuck you again” He nips down at the sensitive curve of your neck this time, making you let out a gasp as he clutches you tighter in his arms. “Is that what you want? For me to come inside you again? Till you’re overflowing with me?”

You bite down on your lip and a small whimper escapes as he scatters tender kisses over you. “You like being this way don’t you? With my cum inside you, dripping out of you?” His voice was lower with lust as he snaked his hand between your legs, fingers grazing over the seed and slick that had leaked from you, making you whimper again. You can’t even form words, couldn’t answer his filthy question if you tried. “And don’t try lying, your heart’s racing.” As if you needed a reminder of how well he can read you, how well he knows you.

You let out a cry as Matt presses two fingers inside your sensitive folds, pushing his cum that had dripped out back inside you and it’s so achingly intimate. “Don’t let a drop go to waste, sweetheart,” he whispered with a brush of his lips against your ear, tugging ever so slightly at your earlobe, knowing what his words did to you. “God, I can’t wait to feel your body change,” he says, making you smile at the idea as he kisses along your jaw as he continues to move his fingers inside you, knowing every inch of you, knowing just how you like it till you you gasp out and he captures your mouth in his.

His lips part yours, your tongues dancing as he slowly pulls his fingers out from you. What remains on his fingers he brings up to your mouth and you greedily take his two fingers into your mouth, his juices mixed with yours. You nip on the pads of his finger tips, and ensure he can hear you swallow. “That’s my good girl,” his smile is radiant.

“Stop talking and kiss me, Murdock.” He knows full well your smile matches his own as you pull him down for a long, warm and deeply intimate kiss. You wanted to memorize this moment, this feeling of basking in the afterglow and the feeling of his love and hope for the what the future would hold.

You two had talked about kids from early on; debating and questioning if it was the right choice. Not for lack of wanting, no, it was something you both wanted. There was just so much to consider and there was an elephant in the room; children and vigilantes didn’t seem like the best combination. He was Daredevil, you knew this. He’d always be Daredevil. And you loved both sides of him; you accepted both parts of his life. You were a little too familiar to the risk and danger his world and his secret work presented. You knew full well what you could lose…..everything.

But life was always risk. There were no promises or guarantees.

And you wanted this. You wanted him, and all he could give you and all you could give him. You wanted a family with him. The same way he wanted this with you. And when you’d told him you wanted this, you were saying yes to both parts of him being the father of your child. And you’d never forget that look, the surprise and joy written in his expression and that smile slowly spreading across his face when you’d silenced your birth control alarm for good, and thrown out what was left. He’d longed for this with you, not even truly being able to imagine himself being a father till he met you. But he’d wanted to be absolutely sure you were ready. And now you both were ready for this, you both wanted this.

Together.

Maybe you’d thought you both could have changed your minds a month later or more, after getting the birth control out of your system. Or maybe one or both of you would have felt different when you told him you were ovulating. Or after you’d made love, and tried for the first time, after you screamed his name and begged him to come inside you, after he’d roared out and after he’d spilled inside you without protection. With no barriers. But it was the opposite. The feeling of bliss was brighter than the neon sign outside your apartment. The bed felt more comfortable, the sheets felt softer and you couldn’t imagine a better feeling. Matt was kissing you with his hands cupped along your cheek and the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair, and he was moving to climb back on top of you, desperate to get back inside you. To try over and over, filling you up with him. Your legs spread for him and wrapped on instinct around his waist to draw him in as one arm clung to the strong muscles of his back, the other moving into his dark hair. He moans, his scalp sensitive as your fingers move through his hair.

“You plan to keep me up all night?” You tease as your hand leaves his hair to cup his cheek as he kisses you again and again, making you giggle.

“That was my plan. Any complaints?” The corner of his mouth curved into that cocky smile you loved so much.

“None whatsoever…” you whisper, resting your forehead to his, taking a peaceful moment, still basking in those feelings of utter contentment, settling back into the pillows. “Matt?” You whisper, “you’re going to be an amazing dad…”

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment, he stays there, rested against you and nearly inside you. You run your fingers up and down his back, waiting for him to speak when he’s ready. He touches his hand to your chin to tilt your head up ever so slightly, kissing your forehead, your temple, and finally your lips, slow and sweet with a promise of so many things. “Thank you…” it’s all he could say, the emotions choked up in his throat as he deepens that kiss. He wanted to say so much more; how much that meant to him, how he’d do his best. How he’d fight for you, fight for your children till his last breath. But he didn’t say those things now; there was plenty of time to tell you those things. “And you, y/n, you are going to be the most amazing mother,” his voice was so tender and gentle as his arms wrapped around you tight and secure. Safe.

Home.

“Then what are you waiting for? Give me a baby.” You’ve never felt so certain and so excited for anything in your life.

“With pleasure,” he says, with one last smirk on his handsome face. All that mattered to him in this moment was taking care of you, giving you what you asked, and what he also so desperately wanted. Tonight he was a man determined, with one goal. The love of your life, the man who would be the father of your children, your Matthew, your Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

All other thoughts left you, and then you were already crying out his name, content in his arms, begging for him as he fills you up to try once more.

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