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Where are you from? Because it's not on Netflix here in the U.S.?

This is awesome. I've actually thought about prompting this, but never did.

So, yeah, I have a thing for Matt being carried.
That's pretty much it.
I'm a simple person with simple needs.

He can be injured/knocked out or it can be in a romantic and/or sexual context, I don't care.
Have a friend do it. Have a lover do. Have an ally do it. Have a villain do it. Anything.

+100 if someone thinks he looks surprisingly tiny and delicate that way (even though he's clearly not)
+1000 if Matt's awake and carried by someone he trusts and he really likes the feeling of being held by and being able to lean on someone else

OP here.

Okay, I was not expecting a fill so soon (or at all), but this is fantastic <3 it's beautiful and sensual and unfff. I have to admit I have a huge kink for characters that really enjoy listening to their partners enjoying themselves during sex, and this more than lives up to it. Specially with Frank being like 'yes, good, I did this', because that's exactly what I was looking for.

He tangles his fingers in Matt’s long hair, and pulls back his head to press kisses to the line of his throat, to feel against his lips the vibrations that drive him mad, and he knows that he could never choose to give this up.

I am particularly obsessed with that line because I can't tell if it's more hot than heart-melting or the other way around. Congratulations, Nonny, this is wonderful work.

Thank you so much for writing this <3

I don't know how many of you have heard of ASMR, but for those who haven't, let me first post a link that will explain it: http://www.gizmag.com/asmr-free-tingles-relaxation-youtube-asmrtists/27667/

That said, I can totally see Matt being one of the ASMR people, so what if he's indulging in one of his relaxing moments, and Foggy walks in on him and slight awkwardness ensues? Could be college era, but present day works fine too.

Sadly, I'm not one of those who "get" it, but, man, I wish I did. Cause it sounds amazing, yet so simple. :-\

this is actually my headcanon though, that Foggy is all the time leaping into things and also starting shit and it's just because Matt's an even worse loose cannon that it seems like Foggy's the sensible one.

Like, the whole 'friction' that exists in Foggy and Brett's relationship as adults stems from this scenario exactly - that as kids, Foggy absolutely was the reckless shitstarter and Brett was just like "goddamnit no, you stupid - keep your head down for once"

It certainly follows the other MCU relationships like the whole Tony-Rhodey and Steve-Sam thing

Author anon here.

Aaah, thanks so much! I'm so glad you liked it! I'm slowly working my way up to writing real porn, because one of the fics I'm working on now is probably going to have to involve a massive one, so I need to develop some underused writing muscles.

(I have to say, though, this was not how I was expecting to be using the skills I learned in my writing about music course!)

OP chiming in to say: unf

I love this meme

a-awake but hurt m-maybe ..?

Imagine him leaning his temple or jaw against their shoulder and listening to their heart beat while bleeding all over them

like maybe he's just punch-drunk and it's a scalp wound or something so he's a bit dazed and confused but heeeeey this is nice, with his outside hand caught on the front of their shirt, even though he can only curl two of his fingers to catch the material because 1) he's just that dazed and 2) even on callouses, eewwww cotton

and he says so, of course, because they should know that he hates cotton, doesn't he say it all the time? he should say it all the time, it's gross, but that's okay, he likes them, he can put up with cotton for them, they're being nice and warm and they smell good even with blood on them - sorry, some of that's his, he knows, but even his nose isn't good enough to tell the difference between his blood and someone else's - and he likes the way they sound ("Would you just shut up before you embarrass us both, Murdock? I wasn't even talking -") and no he knows that, that wasn't what he meant, he means that he likes the way the blood sounds in their veins, the way their knee pops sometimes after a long day, their cartilage slipping and cracking and that particular little skip their heart does and the clip and catch of their throat when they go to speak and change their mind - even the sound of their nails against their scalp, which is usually just the worst sound ever, please don't even ask him to talk about how it sounds when someone has dandruff, please - it's worse than nails on chalkboard, possibly -

("I actually will drop you.")

But their heart says: lie, and he likes the sound of that best. He can hear their muscles shake, feel it rattle into even the largest of his bones and into his teeth. This close he hears tendons pull against bone, against muscle, and joints stretch because even though he's made himself small, he is not a little man, and muscle is so dense and heavy and this is possibly the worst way for the human body to carry so much weight. Their spine pops and crackles so quietly he's sure only he can hear it struggling, pulled this way and that by muscles unaccustomed to the strain, but he believes what their heart tells him, that he won't be dropped, that he won't be let go, no matter what, and for once - for once, he thinks it's fine to listen only to what's pressed directly to his ear, to only feel what pressed directly to his skin, to smell only what is pressed to his face, and maybe even believe that he's already home.

this - this is not a fill, i just got carried away thinking abt Matt's pov sry D:

(I have to say, though, this was not how I was expecting to be using the skills I learned in my writing about music course!)

Best possible use you could be giving them, imho.

Are you planning on posting this on AO3?

NAYRT but oh lord, forced orgasm as punishment for Matt would work so well because can you imagine? He'd be beating himself up so much over how he didn't deserve to feel good, probably telling foggy that he doesn't want to come because of that/begging foggy not to make him come, and foggy would just wring the orgasm out of him anyway, to remind him that if he wants to break the rules and go and get himself hurt/beaten to shit then Foggy's allowed to force him to feel the opposite

And the doctor just explaining all this to foggy, while matt's sitting there feeling a bit horrified

Now I'm imagining Brett being very happy about Foggy meeting Matt because 'this guy seems sensible and he can certainly reign Foggy in' and if he ever finds out about Matt being DD there would be the whole legal issues that would suck but also 'damn. I expected the blind guy who backflips of buildings to be a positive influence on Foggy where reasonable behaviour is concerned'

Not the OP but that was amazing and even if you never posted any more it would still be amazing.

That said, if there is any more to be had...

(like I said not the OP but I would be happy if they ended up romantically together or platonicaly together in the end)

I wasn't planning on it, because I don't think it's really substantial enough for that. Maybe if I get some ideas to expand it into a full oneshot...

um yes hello this is def a fill and an amazing one okay goodbye

Is this a request for ideas? Because I can help with that, I'd love to help with that. Can I help with that?

Be my guest!

Op here, thank you for ruining me emotionally! That was even more perfect than I could have imagined! Owie.

hnnnnnnnggggg

That's a shame. I'm in the UK. That's a damn shame, actually - it's kind of in the style of a US cable network show, and P-Town is supposedly part of Brooklyn so I assumed the US would have it first.

Not the OP but its on the UK Netflix

Oooh yes. I'm all about slavery/ownership universes where the (technically more powerful) character is kept as slave/sub/omega and his partner treats him totally decent and is the nicest, most I-view-you-as-my-Partner-even-if-the-law-doesn't dom/owner/alpha imaginable, until the VERY RARE occasion when he doesn't. Like a mandatory doctor's visit.

Bonus if Foggy makes up the most bogus stories where Matt got his DD injuries from, and Matt can't talk back without getting in *more* trouble (or making Foggy ask for more extensive tests).

Oh man, oh man. Where to begin.

I guess it depends on how much plot you want?

If you want something short and sweet/funny you could write about the first time Frank calls Matt choirboy since they started hooking up, maybe in front of a third party (Peter?) and Matt blushing because he gets the reference but Peter (or whoever) being oblivious and all like 'hey, that's a good one'

Or maybe write Matt's POV of their encounters, and how he feels like he can really let go during them. Is he aware of how much Frank loves his voice? Does he enjoy making Frank sing too?

Or maybe go with the and he knows that he could never choose to give this up line, and for some reason he feels like he has to give it up? Is this 'relationship' with Matt interfering with his mission? Is it distracting him from his goal? Is it making him forget, or easing the pain of losing his family? Is he having delusions of being happy with Matt?

Or maybe go with the complete opposite for some fluff, have him realize how deep he really is into it, how much he actually cares for Matt, and embracing it instead of rejecting it. Affectionate use of choirboy and maybe some pancakes the morning after, because somewhere along the line he started staying the whole night and how did that happen?

OP here. Awwww, that's really, really adorable! Matt, you big needy baby <3 I could so see that.

surprisingly less angst than i was anticipating. enjoy avocados being dorks together.

“Matt. Hey. We need to talk.”

Through the phone interference and hum of electronics pressed against his ear, Foggy sounds... flat. Dull. Carefully so, to cover the turmoil of what he’s really feeling. Matt’s heart twists and he wets his lips before replying, “Yeah, we do.”

“Meet at my place?” Foggy offers hesitantly.

Matt thinks about what they did the last time they were together at Foggy’s, now about twelve hours ago. Winces at the blur of memories running into another, more flashes of sensation than any discrete images: Foggy’s mouth on his dick, Foggy’s spit-slick fingers in his ass. Biting frantic kisses all over Foggy’s shoulders, licking his nipples until he comes from that alone. A thick thigh between his, the two of them grinding together like graceless teenagers and lasting just about as long.

The silence has dragged on and he fumbles a bit, hoarse: “Maybe it’d be better if you came here.”

“... yeah,” Foggy says after another moment. “I, uh. I haven’t gotten a chance to clean up, yet.”

Matt squeezes his eyes shut: he can only imagine the mess Foggy’s faced with right now. Environmentally and personally. Dammit, he shouldn’t have run off, left Foggy to wake up alone in the wreckage of his apartment, his feelings, no matter how discombobulated he was. Murdock, you utter heel.

“I’ll bring your gear,” Foggy is continuing. “You, um, left most of it here. Last night.”

“I know.” Matt feels a stab of true gratitude; the hand-crafted armor would be a lot harder to replace than the get-up he’d cobbled together from internet purchases. “Thanks.”

“So... maybe we can talk over something to eat?” Foggy’s attempt at a laugh is anemic at best. “After the workout we put each other through, I could use a few thousand more calories or so. And protein, lots of protein.”

“I’ll order something in,” Matt says in a hasty attempt to distract from why they both need to load up on protein. “Thai all right?”

“Thai sounds great. I’ll see you in a bit?”

It’s a tentative version of their usual arrangements but Matt’s grasping at anything resembling normalcy. “Yeah, I’ll call it in. See you in a few.”

Fifteen minutes later Matt can hear Foggy’s familiar heartbeat outside in the street, elevated with perfectly understandable nervousness. Matt tracks the rapid th-thump as it makes its way up his building and approaches his door from down the hallway as he moves across his living room to let Foggy in.

Halfway to the door, arousal hits him so hard it leaves him dizzy, reeling and clutching at the wall to keep upright. Dimly he hears Foggy gasp, then groan, scrabbling frantically at the doorknob. How Matt finds the coordination to stagger down the hall and unlock the door to let him in, he has no idea. Foggy falls into him, all hungry hands and teeth, and Matt yanks him inside and slams the door behind him.

They wreck Matt’s apartment too.

And now here they are, Foggy still staring at him from across the ruins of his couch and Matt turned deliberately away from his friend as he paces his end of the living room. Thank god it’s the weekend and they don’t have to explain to Karen why one of them can’t be in the office as the same time as the other right now. They’ve already scarred the delivery boy.

“I was going to say that last night was a mistake,” Foggy starts. “A sexy as hell mistake because, you know, I’ve seen you, but still a mistake.” He pauses, grits his teeth; Matt can hear them grinding from across the room. “I’m starting to think it was more than just a mistake.”

“A -- a--“ Matt searches for the right word, uncharacteristically thick-tongued. “A compulsion.”

“An artificial one,” Foggy concurs. “Because it’s not that I don’t love you, man, but not like this, you know?”

“I know.” There’s a small, shameful part of him that’s relieved to know Foggy feels the same way about all of this: that it’s wrong, forced on them by some outside influence. Nothing they’d do if they could retain their right minds around each other. Because he loves Foggy, his friend, his brother, but not like that.

“It’s got to be related to that thing you busted up last night.”

Matt’s long since come to the same conclusion. There’s nothing else it could be, no other weird incidents common to the both of them. Though it was only chance that had Foggy out near the docks, waiting to meet a skittish client before getting tangled up with Daredevil’s impromptu raid. He bursts out, “Foggy, I’m so sorry--”

“Yeah, no,” Foggy interrupts with a sharply-raised hand. “How about we both agree to cut each other some slack on this one? You can’t help wanting to fuck my brains out, I can’t help wanting to fuck your brains out, and we certainly both can’t help wanting to get our brains fucked out by each other. So let’s table any blame for now because they sure as hell never covered wacky pan-dimensional brain scramblers when discussing consent in any of my sex-ed classes and I doubt the nuns at whatever Catholic high school you went to did either.”

In spite of the situation, Matthew snorts at the mental image of Sister Mary Eunice addressing the intricacies of giving consent while under the influence. Alien, that is. “There we go,” Foggy says approvingly. “Always look on the bright side of life.”

“Mm.” Matt sobers again. “Still, this is my fault. If you hadn’t gotten caught up in that mess--”

“--someone else would have taken it in the face and you’d be fucking a complete stranger instead. I’m not thrilled about this but at least you’re sucking face with your best friend instead of a John or Jane Doe who might have more of a life to wreck than me. Or one of the guys you were previously beating on. Ugh.”

“In spite of how incredibly, excruciatingly awkward this makes our friendship,” Matt feels he has to point out. He’s a masochist, he has to be. He hears Foggy’s hiss of breath, can almost picture the wince in his mind’s eye, winces himself.

“Yeah, well. The situation isn’t perfect, I admit it.” Foggy shakes his head. “But it still isn’t your fault.”

“Mm.” It’s a placeholder noise, an I-don’t-agree-with-your-assessment-but-we-have-more-important-things-to-worry-about noise and they both know it, but Foggy tacitly agrees to disagree on this point for the moment when he doesn’t call Matt out on it. A brooding silence descends, broken only by what sounds like Foggy collecting scattered couch cushions for lack of anything more effective to do.

“I suppose it could be worse,” he offers after a moment of putting the furniture back to rights. Matt blinks, arches a brow in inquiry, and he points out succinctly, “We could be trying to kill each other rather than trying to fuck each other.”

The thought is enough to make Matt blanch. In a physical altercation between the two of them, it’s Matt winning ninety-nine times out of a hundred, and if he were to attack Foggy with any sort of lethal intent-- “You have,” he manages, throat dry, trying to erase the thought of Foggy’s neck in his hands, “a very good point.”

“I generally tend to.” A whumph of displaced air indicates Foggy collapsing onto the couch. “So we’re agreed that something is messing with us, correct?” His voice is directed at the ceiling; he’s likely staring up at it. “In a really fucked up but thankfully non-terminal way?”

“Agreed. The pertinent question seems to be: now what?”

“Well, I’m going to go home and not-have a crisis of sexual identity,” is the matter-of-fact reply, eliciting a snort of amusement from Matt. “Though maybe a shower. Definitely a shower. You are going to call the Thai place to try to get off their delivery blacklist, and also find something to eat as originally planned.”

So, damage control. As much as they can manage separately, and for the short-term, but damage control. “We should also clean up our respective apartments,” Matt says, rueful. He’s going to need to be careful for the time being; furniture’s been shoved out of place everywhere and he doesn’t fancy stubbing his toes on everything because he got careless.

“I may douse my entire place with hand sanitizer,” Foggy tells him. “No offense.”

“Some taken, but I may have to do the same.” It reeks of sex in here. It’s going to reek of sex for days. Matt actually considers buying a candle or lighting incense because otherwise every minute spent in his place is going to be an olfactory reminder of what he and Foggy have done and he really doesn’t need that right now.

“Oh. Right.” Planning stalls into momentary silence as Foggy seems to realize just what that means for Matt and his enhanced sense of smell. But he forges on, bringing up another pertinent point: “So what do we tell Karen?”

Matt presses his lips together, the thought of explaining this mess to their friend becoming a hot embarrassed glow in his stomach. “Hopefully we can resolve this before it becomes necessary,” he says, but that’s not an answer and he sighs. “I don’t know. One of us can call in sick for the time being, but it’s obviously not a long-term solution.”

“And I don’t think she’ll buy ‘whoops, we got drunk and accidentally fell on each other’s dicks’ as a reasonable excuse for avoiding each other,” Foggy says, then pauses as Matt hides his face in his palm.. “Too soon?”

“Too soon,” Matt tells him from behind his hand, then sighs, shoulders slumping. “Though maybe she would. Half the people we know already think we’re dating anyway and the other half seem to be waiting for us to start.”

“True enough.” Foggy accepts this as a matter of course. They’ve both dealt with misunderstandings of this nature multiple times as just another aspect of their close friendship. “An awkward drunken hookup to kick things off leading to avoidance until the both of us get over ourselves and talk it out like rational adults -- sounds plausible.” A bit of a mischievous grin enters his voice as he says, “After we fix this, want to stage a messy breakup?”

“So soon?” Matt asks, miming hurt and a shot to the heart. Foggy laughs and he smiles, glad to hear it in the midst of this mess. “Might be fun. Though it can’t be that messy, we still have a business to run together.”

“I get custody of Karen,” Foggy says immediately. “No offense, buddy, but your WPM is shit.”

“I make better coffee,” Matt fires back. Foggy hums in an exaggeratedly reflective manner, audibly weighing the pros and cons.

“A salient point. Partial custody in exchange for a Keurig machine?”

“In your caffeine-addled dreams, Nelson.” Foggy whines, and it feels nice, it feels great to be able to banter with Foggy like normal in spite of what has occurred between them. What might occur again, no matter what precautions they take. Matt’s smile is fond as he says, “You know, in spite of everything, I’m sort of glad you’re the one in this with me. Even if you only love me for my coffee-making skills.”

There’s a sweep of air; Foggy seems to have dipped into a sitting bow. “Matt Murdock, you’re the only one I’d want to be compelled to fuck,” he says grandly. Then he pauses, audibly winces. “Wait, no, that came out wrong.”

Matt laughs, warm with appreciation for his friend. “I get it, don’t worry.”

“Oh good, because I’m not sure I do.”

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Prompt Post #6

Re: The Fuzz

Re: [FILL] A handful of business cards, 1/6

Matt/any, carried bridal style

Re: Minifill: Matt/Frank - Choirboy

Matt and ASMR (gen preferred)

Re: In any other duo, Foggy would be the reckless one

Re: Minifill: Matt/Frank - Choirboy

Re: matt/foggy(/any), medical examination, humiliation

Re: Matt/any, carried bridal style

Re: Minifill: Matt/Frank - Choirboy

Re: matt/foggy(/any), medical examination, humiliation

Re: In any other duo, Foggy would be the reckless one

Re: Fill (1/?) (Matt/Foggy - compelled, not forced, to fuck)

Re: Minifill: Matt/Frank - Choirboy

Re: Matt/any, carried bridal style

Re: Minifill: Matt/Frank - Choirboy

Re: Minifill: Matt/Frank - Choirboy

Re: Fill: Live (1/1)

Re: [Fill] Fisk/Daredevil - spanking (2/2)

Re: The Fuzz

Re: The Fuzz

Re: matt/foggy(/any), medical examination, humiliation

Re: Minifill: Matt/Frank - Choirboy

Re: Matt/any, carried bridal style

Fill (2/?) (Matt/Foggy - compelled, not forced, to fuck)