#devil of hell’s kitchen | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

myownwutheringheights · 2 years

Text

Trying

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

✦•······················•✦•······················•✦ ✦•······················•✦•······················•✦

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.

#netflix daredevil #marvel #daredevil #Matt Murdock #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock x y/n #matt murdock x fem!reader smut #charlie cox #daredevil fanfiction #matt murdock fanfic #marvel's daredevil #matt murdock fanfiction #marvel mcu #mcu #devil of hell’s kitchen

903 notes · View notes

lillywillow · 2 years

Text

The Devil’s Fever

Summary: When Matt gets sick, you’re there to take care of him

Word Count: 1300

Pairings: Matt Murdock x Reader

Warnings: Mild swear words, mentions/ symptoms of flu

It was inevitable that Matt would eventually get sick. He spent all night out in the cold, in the freezing rain, getting drenched to the bone, come home and not even changed out of his wet clothes. The morning after one such night, Matt could feel a little scratchiness at the back of his throat but decided to walk it off like he did so many things. By the time he got to the office, a headache had set in and his muscles were beginning to ache (although that could just be from the beating he took, he guessed).

“Hey, Foggy,” Matt greeted, taking a seat at his desk. “What’s our first case?”

“Our first case is… woah, you look like crap,” Foggy remarked, immediately once he saw Matt’s condition, the statement coming from a place of concern.

It wasn’t just the bruises that caught Foggy’s attention but there was just something off about Matt’s general appearance that just wasn’t right.

“Thanks, man,” Matt scoffed, shrugging off the comment. He knew Foggy meant well.

“Are you sure you don’t just wanna stay home, man?” Foggy asked.

“Nah, I’ll be fine,” Matt waved off.

“Okay, but if you’re not feeling good, you can go home, okay?”

“I’ll be fine, Foggy. Really,” he tried to reassure.

Matt was not fine. As the day ticked by, he was getting progressively worse. Foggy was so wrapped up in his own work, he didn’t notice how bad his friend’s condition was. Matt tried to focus on his work but he couldn’t concentrate. His clothes felt like sandpaper on his skin and the world he could hear outside was practically screaming at him. By midmorning, he was beginning to sweat.

“Morning, guys. I brought coffee,” you cheerfully greeted.

“Thanks, Y/N. You’re a life saver,” Foggy grinned, taking the foam cup from your hand.

You smiled back until you saw your boyfriend slumped at his desk and rushed over to him.

“Matt? Matty, baby, talk to me,” you implored, carefully lifting his chin.

His skin was hot and clammy.

“’m fine,” he mumbled.

You removed his glasses and looked into his eyes, seeing they were glassy and bloodshot.

“You’re not fine, you’re sick,” you stated, helping him get up from his desk. “Foggy, I’m going to take Matt home.”

“Go right ahead, Y/N. Hope you feel better soon,” Foggy said.

Matt wanted to give some smart reply and to argue that he wasn’t sick but his head was too clouded to even think straight. He let you take him back home.

…

As soon you arrived at Matt’s place, you got him changed into something more comfortable than his suit and got him into bed.

“You get some rest and I’ll go out and some supplies, okay?”

You were expecting Matt to argue and put up a fight but instead, he laid down and went to sleep which only proved to you how much this illness had taken out of him.

…

By the time Matt woke up, you had gotten everything ready. You set up infusers with eucalyptus and tea tree oils to help him breathe a little better along with a humidifier. Setting the book you were reading aside, you looked in on Matt to see him sitting up. When he started coughing, you rushed over to rub his back.

“Try to take deep breaths, love,” you instructed, giving him a box of tissues in case he needed to cough anything up.

Once he had settled, you applied VapoRub to his back and chest. Matt groaned a little before leaning his head against the wall.

“Thanks, Y/N,” he rasped. “But you know, you shouldn’t be here…”

“I’m taking all the necessary precautions. Besides, someone needs to be here to take care of you and make sure you don’t run off…”

“Really, Y/N? You’re going to give me a lecture now?”

“Don’t get me started on lectures, Mathew. Not when you were going to give me one about taking care of you. Now, I have some medicine for you to take and water for you to drink. Make sure you drink all of it. You need to keep your fluids up,” you gently explained, giving him the items to take.

Matt screwed his nose up at the taste of the flu meds but took them regardless and drank all the water in the glass.

“Are you hungry at all or do you feel like you’re going to puke?”

Matt gave another shrug. You couldn’t help but smile a little at the way he looked right now. When Matt was in court, he looked like an absolute rockstar and when he was fighting, he looked so fierce but right now, he was reminding you of a sad little boy.

“How about if I set some crackers by your bed and you can have them when you want?”

Matt gave an affirmative hum and laid back down. You left him be so he could get some more sleep.

…

Throughout the day, Matt dozed on and off. Whenever he was awake, you made sure he was staying hydrated and that he was comfortable as he could be. By evening, Foggy came by to visit and to check how things were going.

“How’s the patient?” he grinned.

“Surprisingly compliant,” you grinned back.

“Wow, this thing really has done a number on him, huh?” Foggy laughed.

Matt could hear your conversation and would have rolled his eyes if he didn’t ache so much.

“And how are you doing? You okay?” Foggy asked.

“I’m a little tired but I’m okay although I don’t think I’ve eaten since this morning,” you confessed.

“How about if I go get dinner for you while you continue to hold down the fort here? It’s the least I can do after all the coffees you get us. My treat,” he smiled.

There was no arguing with Foggy as he left. You returned to Matt once more to get him to drink the tea you had made.

“You know you can go home any time you want, Y/N…”

“I know and I’m not. End of discussion. Like it or not, you’re stuck with me, pal.”

Matt had to admire your stubbornness. It was a lot like his own. That was one of the things he loved about you.

…

You took care of Matt long into the night, keeping a cool cloth on his forehead and checking his temperature regularly. It was the early hours of the morning when his fever finally broke. By then you were so exhausted, you just crashed on his couch. When Matt woke up, he was feeling much better and he knew he had you to thank. He could tell by your gentle breathing and steady heartbeat that you had finally fallen asleep. Smiling to himself, Matt set about making breakfast for the pair of you. He had it half done by the time you woke up.

“Hey, Y/N. Sleep well?” Matt asked when he heard you stir.

“I’ve had better… Been too worried about you… How are you feeling?”

“Better than I was yesterday. I think I’ll take another day off just to be safe…”

“Matt, you have no idea how happy I am to hear that,” you smiled.

As Matt served up breakfast, he felt so glad to have someone like you in his life. If he ever became sick again, he knew he’d be okay as long as he had you by his side. Not that he would actively go out to get sick but it was one of the lesser-known hazards that came with being the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.

#matt murdock #Matt Murdock x Reader #marvel #sick #The Devil's Fever #caring #fluff #daredevil #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot #devil of hell’s kitchen #established relationship

186 notes · View notes