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Matt/anyone, Matt gets roofied (college era)
(Anonymous) 2015-05-17 03:25 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Matt/anyone, Matt gets roofied (college era)
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(Anonymous) 2015-05-20 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)Warnings: Date rape drugs, alcohol, NONCON, rape, oral sex, ableism, slurs, violence, the imaginary voice of the blind jackass who abandoned you as a kid
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“Another drink?” Matt Murdoc grinned from ear to ear, glasses hanging crooked on his face, revealing his blind, unfocused eyes in the dim light of the bar, “Sure!” he could hear Foggy’s slightly elevated heartbeat somewhere nearby, the stuttering suggesting he was honed in on a particularly pretty girl, so Matt wasn’t worried. The drink was put in his hand and he downed it in one gulp. A laugh burst from his lips, a little liquid dribbling down his chin, and he wiped his mouth with his sleeve.
“We’ve seen you around, Murdock. You lookin’ for a good time?” the man closest to him smelled like cigarettes and cheap soap and greasy hair.
“You bet!” that last shot had hit him hard, “What is this stuff?” he asked as they gave him another, and he downed it. He clumsily straightened his glasses.
“Everything we need for a good time,” the man on his other side had been getting hot and heavy with a drunk girl who was on E, and smelled faintly of marijuana.
“Good,” Matt tried to take the next shot he was given, but the glass slipped between his fingers, spilling on him, then shattering on the floor. Matt started giggling, “Shit,” he said, head swimming.
“That didn’t take long,” Matt couldn’t get a read on the new voice. Actually, he couldn’t get a read on anything as he was hoisted up onto his feet under his arms, and he was staggering in a direction he couldn’t pinpoint.
“Bruh,” he said, then giggled, “I feel...shit,” he laughed, “Foggy needs to get in on this shit. Where’s Foggy?” he tried to listen for Foggy’s heartbeat as he stepped out into the cool night air, but he couldn’t hear it. Everything was sort of muffled. He was...blind. Completely blind. Blinder than he had been since he’d woken up in the hospital with bandages over his eyes. Matt started to thrash, “Hey! No! Take me back!” his arms and legs felt heavy.
“He had like three, he won’t be fighting much longer. Not like he could get away anyway,” Matt couldn’t match the voice to a person, or even tell where it was coming from, and that was terrifying. He struggled harder.
“Shit! He’s strong!” Matt was thrown roughly onto the hard ground, and he whimpered, covering his head with his arms. He could feel the rough concrete against his skin, could hear the loud breathing of the men around him, could smell arousal, but everything was too much. It was like being a terrified, overwhelmed little boy again, lying in bed and covering his ears against the cacophony of the rest of the world. They grabbed him and held him down, tearing his glasses off his face. He distantly heard them shatter. Where was he? What was happening? He didn’t like this. Where was Foggy?
“What’s wrong, Murdock? Not doing so great without your stick, are ya?” Stick. Matt whimpered.
“What are you doing on the ground?! Get up!! Are you gonna cry like a baby?! You’re pathetic. Can’t even fight off a couple of drunk idiots. Useless.” Matt could hear Stick’s voice ringing in his ears, and he whimpered because he couldn’t move, “Use those gifts, Matty!!” he couldn’t. He couldn’t hear or feel anything but fear and pain and helplessness, “What good are you? Fucking pathetic. If you can’t fight back you might as well be dead, kid.” tears leaked out of Matt’s eyes.
“Matt Murdock, acting like you’re big shit because you’ve got a pretty face and can read those fuckin’ bumps. You got your guides and your stick and you think you can do anything. What can you do now, blindie?” he was dragged up by his hair, and a weak, choked scream came out of his mouth before something else was shoved in. Matt didn’t know what was going on, but it hurt, “Give that pretty mouth something to do.” Matt was choking and gagging, “Gorgeous slut mouth.” Matt sobbed, arms hanging uselessly at his sides.
“I guess a blind bitch can be good for something,” another one jeered as the one holding Matt emptied down his throat and he puked a little on himself. They hit him, and another one grabbed him, “Disgusting,” the man told him, and there was another cock in his mouth, thrusting even harder than the other one, “Shee-it, he’s good.” Matt’s ears rang with the jeers and Stick’s screaming that he was pathetic and his own cries of pain. He didn’t know how long until this one emptied down his throat, “Come on, let’s see those blind eyes,” the man cooed mockingly, jerking Matt’s head back by his hair, “There we go, look at that,” Matt’s eyes watered, whimpering, “Look at those pretty, useless eyes. You were made for this, Murdock. Blind little cunt, made to fuck.” he was thrown to the ground and he continued to gag and whimper.
“My turn, bro. I’ve waited long enough. I want his pretty ass,” the third one said. The others laughed and kicked Matt again and again while he trembled.
“Hey!! What’s this?!?” Matt faded in and out of awareness. There was a lot of yelling, and maybe a scuffle. Then someone grabbed Matt’s shoulders, and he screamed, a weak, hoarse noise of helpless fear and misery.
“Matt! Matt! Buddy, it’s me!” Matt continued to struggle, “Mattie!! Buddy!! It’s me!! It’s Foggy!” Foggy. Foggy. It was Foggy. Matt stopped struggling, crying quietly, pawing clumsily at his friend’s shirt, “I’m, I’m right here, buddy. Oh Jesus. Oh Fuck. Oh Fuck. I’m so sorry. Matt, I’m so sorry.” Foggy was crying. Matt clawed at his shirt, dragging him closer, pressing his nose into his neck. Foggy. It was Foggy, “Matt, I’m so fucking sorry. It’s gonna be okay. I’m here.” Foggy. Foggy. Foggy. Matt clung to his friend, whining, unable to keep his eyes open. He was pulled up to his feet, leaning against Foggy’s warm, solid frame, holding him like a lifeline, “Matt. Mattie. Fuck. I’m gonna fucking kill them. Stay here.” Foggy propped him against the wall and Matt immediately started to panic, flailing and grabbing in the direction he thought Foggy was, barely able to stay on his feet, “Fuck!” Foggy said, grabbing him around the waist. Matt latched onto him again, “I’ve got ya, buddy. Let’s get home.” Matt faded in and out after that, aware of walking, most of his weight supported by Foggy.
“Matt,” they were somewhere warm that smelled familiar, “Matt, do you want me to take you to the hospital?” warm fingers smoothed back his hair, “Did they hurt you bad?” Matt was on his bed, and Foggy was crying.
“FFFFFoggy,” Matt croaked softly.
“Hey buddy. You’re safe now, dude.” Foggy’s warm, familiar hand was stroking his hair.
“Foggy,” Matt couldn’t move any part of his body, eyes closed.
“I’m right here,” his roommate’s voice broke, “I’m so sorry, Matt. I should have been watching you. I knew you were drunk.” his hand cupped Matt’s face, “This is my fault. This is all my fault.” Matt’s eyelashes fluttered as Foggy pulled his hand away. Foggy’s lips wobbled. Matt looked horrible. His eyes were red and puffy, face covered in bruises, lips blood red and horribly bruised. One of them had kicked him in the face, and his nose was bloodied. He was limp on the bed, but that was probably the drugs keeping him helpless. A wave of rage surged through Foggy at the memory of the sight of those three Upsilon something something guys standing over a trembling figure that hadn’t even looked like Matt.
“I’m gonna look up what to do, okay?” Foggy whispered, smoothing Matt’s sweat-drenched hair again, pulling his hand away. Matt made a little noise.
“No,” he said in the tiniest, croakiest voice, “Stay,” and how could Foggy say no to that? He sat at his friend’s side, stroking his hair, which Matt seemed to like. Only when Foggy was completely sure that Matt was asleep, he pulled away, going to Google what the fuck he was supposed to do next.
Re: Matt/anyone, Matt gets roofied (college era) FILL 1/1
(Anonymous) 2015-05-20 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)Just imagine Matt says something vaguely witty after being asked if he's "looking for a good time"
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(Anonymous) 2015-05-22 06:18 am (UTC)(link)Re: [FILL] Matt/anyone, Matt gets roofied (college era)
(Anonymous) 2015-05-31 07:29 pm (UTC)(link)Hope I replied to this correctly, first time filling a prompt.
Re: [FILL] Matt/anyone, Matt gets roofied (college era)
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