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“Where the fuck is Jess?” snarled the man right in Matt’s face. His breath stank of cheap alcohol and even cheaper cigarettes.

“Sick,” said Matt with a shrug. “She thought you might like someone to make it up to you?” He leaned his shoulders back against the wall, which had the added bonus of moving Matt away from the man’s breath. Matt positioned himself carefully, angling his body so the man could see what was on offer but also so Matt could attack if he needed to. Actually it was Jess’s kid that was sick, but Jess couldn’t afford to lose a regular, even one as sleazy as this. Jess said it was just a blowjob, and that this guy wasn’t exactly a poster boy for stamina.

“Stupid whore,” spat the man. “What does she think I need with a blind faggot?”

Matt imagined punching the fat, sweaty idiot straight in the face. He could knock out a few teeth, spin and drive an elbow into his stomach. Bring his fist up into the guy’s nose, make him bleed. Grab an arm and twist it until it broke, all in less than 10 seconds… But Jess needed this gig, she had a kid to feed, and it’s not like this job came with sick pay. Matt smirked, letting just a little of the enjoyment he felt from imagining the violence into his smile. “Hey, a mouth’s a mouth, right? I’ll even give you a discount.”

“Faggot,” spat the man again, but he was reaching for his belt so Matt figured that as a ‘yes’.

“Condom,” said Matt. “Or it’s full price and some extra.”

The man swore, but fumbled in his pocket and Matt heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Matt held his hand out for the money. He got the right number of bills but he had no way of knowing if they were the right denomination. He stuffed them in his back pocket, he left the sunglasses on, it was easier without them but he felt like keeping as many barriers between him and this guy as possible. He sank down to his knees, the guy was half hard and got the rest of the way in Matt’s mouth. The condom tasted foul, but it was better than having to taste the guy. He smelt unwashed and rancid. Matt fought with his gag reflex for more reason than the cock hammering the back of his throat. The guy had his hands in Matt’s hair, pulling and Matt was a little worried he’d have a bald patch by the time the guy was finished. But Jess’ prediction was right, the guy was coming after a minute or so, sweating and swearing and shouting, “Fucking take it, bitch!”

Matt wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he got up. “See ya round,” he said as he turned to leave. The guy was zipping up and Matt was nearly out the alley before he heard the guy mutter under his breath. “I’m not a fucking faggot.”

Shit, Matt could easily take the guy but the idea was that Jess would still have a client next week. Matt started running, and the guy followed footsteps pounding on the pavement behind him.

Matt ran towards a slightly better street, thinking the guy would get scared off and turn away. No such luck. Matt turned a corner and nearly ran straight into another man; he’d been concentrating too hard on the man chasing him, he hadn’t noticed what was up ahead.

“Hey, fella. You okay?” This man smelt of apple, shampoo most probably. He caught Matt’s shoulders and Matt could feel the heat of him through the thin t-shirt he was wearing.

“There’s someone chasing me,” he said, playing up a breathless fear.

The new man’s eyes widened. “Brett!” he shouted. A black policeman came out of the all night store next to them, just as the sweaty, hugely out of breath, idiot chasing Matt rounded the corner.

He stopped, saw the cop and suddenly tried to adopt the demeanour of an innocent citizen. It really didn’t work. It would have been funny if it wasn’t so tragic.

“Erm, officer…” he said.

“He was chasing this guy,” said apple shampoo to the cop.

“Stupid whore, stole from me. I was minding my own business and he just grabbed my money and ran. You should arrest him,” said the idiot, it was painful really watching him try and be clever.

“Right,” said apple shampoo. “You were minding your own business when the blind guy robbed you. Also we can see the state of his mouth and your fly is undone. I’m sure he more than earned whatever money he got from you, asshole.”

“I’m not a fag…” started the guy but the cop put himself between the man and apple shampoo.

“You don’t wanna finish that thought. Get the hell outta here before I arrest everybody and sort it out at the station, yeah?”

The man grumbled but he turned and left.

“Hey,” said apple shampoo. “You need us to walk with you somewhere. I don’t put it past that guy not to wait around til we’re gone. Hospital maybe? You’ve split your mouth a bit.”

Matt jerked out the other man’s grip. “I don’t need a saviour,” he said bitterly. “I’ll be fine.”

He expected the other man to get angry. People generally did if you weren’t grateful enough for their ‘kindness’. But the man just took a step back and spoke calmly. “I’m not offering religion, just a band-aid and some company.”

Matt was a little confused. “I’m going to go,” he said carefully.

“Don’t let me catch you hanging round here when I’m on duty,” warned the cop.

“Brett!” exclaimed apple shampoo. “Rude.”

‘Brett’ rolled his eyes. “He’s a hooker, Foggy.

“You don’t have any evidence for that officer,” said ‘Foggy’.

“Your such a defence lawyer,” muttered Brett.

“And you’re the only clean cop in Hell’s Kitchen,” countered Foggy. “So I don’t think we get to judge anyone on their alleged career choices.” The cop rolled his eyes again and Foggy turned back to Matt. “I’m a lawyer. Foggy Nelson.” He pushed a piece of card into Matt’s hand. “If you need one, for whatever, then give me call. Er… you’ll have to get someone to read you the number. Sorry, I should look into getting braille on these things.”

“What would I pay you with? Or would you take it in trade?” asked Matt, trying to shake the guy, because really no-one was ever this nice.

“I do a lot of pro-bono,” said Foggy, ignoring Matt’s comment. “Trying to earn my soul back.” He sounded self-deprecating and genuinely sad about that. “I mean it, call me if you need help, yeah?”

“Come on, Ma is going to kick my ass if I don’t get you home in one piece,” said the cop, pulling Foggy away.

Foggy waved at Matt as Brett pulled him away. Then shouted, “I waved at you.”

Matt couldn’t stifle the smile.

“Success! He smiles,” called Foggy.

Matt didn’t answer he turned away and walked in the opposite direction but he couldn’t quite lose the smile. He listened to Foggy and Brett’s conversation with half an ear as they walked away.

“Adopting strays now, Foggy?” asked the cop. “Cus that guy is a world of trouble, trust me.”

“He’s a handsome wounded duck,” argued Foggy. “And he’s not trouble, he’s in trouble. There’s a difference officer.”

Matt frowned, he wasn’t a duck. And he was quite capable of taking care of himself. He had no intention of ever calling Foggy, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to throw the card away. He tucked it into his back pocket with the money. He needed to go home and get changed. He still had his other job to do after all.

"You know I have a hard time crying!"

"Foggy, just yesterday you were crying over snakes!"

"They don't have any arms, Brett!"

Just give me a fic with these lines in it, that's literally all I want!

Okay, so maybe he didn't quite full Daredevil on them, but whenever he heard something going down, he would "accidently" stumble in on them and interupt things, and if the perpetrator has a problem, well, maybe his dad-who-was-a-boxer taught him a few moves and who can blame him for defending himself, right?

+bonus points if he saves Foggy like this at some point
+moar bonus points if Foggy says "So that's how you did it you bastard." after he finds out about Matts supersenses.

OP here

\o/ Matt would totally try to help others a he's absolutely not going to throw that card away :)

"What kind of law firm is this? A crip and a blind guy?"

"It's the law firm that is protecting your ex from the disgusting lawsuit you've filed against her. But by all means complain to the car accidents that we were in about how they should have happened to other people."

YAAASSSSSS.

original post: http://daredevilkink.dreamwidth.org/2760.html?thread=5153224#cmt5153224

Ugh yes love this. Can you imagine Matt's reaction to being told he's going to a pet doctor though? He already associates normal hospitals with trauma because of when he lost his sight, but he can just about bear going to see Foggy's doctor. But being taken somewhere he knows humiliation is on the cards...he'd definitely be digging in his heels, maybe even try to laugh it off - surely you're not going to make me do this, foggy? And then he realises foggy is totally serious, and his tone changes completely - maybe panic? Maybe some tears? Eventually defeat/acceptance, though, and he's determined to be good enough when he gets there that foggy will never consider taking him again (which is why it's even more upsetting when everything seems to go against him, as is talked about above...)

Also, foggy might play the 'Matt, with the amount of injuries your getting, I can't AFFORD to treat you the ways you want to be treated' card - cue Matt feeling guilty about costing foggy so much

Wherein Matt is the blind monk taken by vikings who have sacked his monastery. His senses were considered a miracle among his fellow monks, but it isn't until he's fending off some lecherous viking's advances that he uses them for violence.

Bonus: Marci is Lagertha.
(Secret bonus: Matt in a rope collar.)

oh, neat!

Do you have a specific pair of underwear in mind or does anything skimpy and red work?

I'm trying to imagine Foggy as Ragnar and its making me giggle...

(A/N: Foggy and Matt are just recently together but are of course still quite established. The gangbang happened before they were romantic partners.)

The building was unusually quiet, the sounds of the city pressing in without finding purchase. It was something Foggy had noticed since That Night; Matt could go as quiet as stone when he wanted to be. Or maybe it was just that he commanded your attention, made it impossible to notice little things like sounds and smells and potentially mortal wounds.

It was nearing midnight and Karen had been gone for hours because she was a functioning adult who went on dates that weren't work dates. In theory, Foggy had gone home about an hour after her because this wasn't a work date and his eyes had been drooping closed. There was something about the case that had kept him from sleep, though, so here he was. Standing in the door to Matt's office. Watching his partner cry, silent as blackout and apparently unaware that he wasn't alone any more.

Matt was wearing headphones. His hands were poised over his keyboard, and as Foggy watched they trembled. He cleared his throat, and Matt ripped the headphones off and scrambled away from his desk.

"You okay there, buddy?" Foggy looked him over, checking for any obvious injuries or... Woah. That was. That was definitely a boner. "Uh."

In a second, he had his arms full of Matt. The angle was awkward. Side wound? Weird sex injury? He sneakily slid his arms tighter around Matt, hands gentle and alert for the inevitable flinch. It didn't come.

When their chests were flush together Matt started returning the grip until Foggy's shoulders started to ache. "Ready to talk about it?" he murmured into Matt's ear, thinking that if they didn't unhug soon Matt would twist a hip.

Ah. Right. So his boner wouldn't touch Foggy. He filed that away in case he needed to be insulted about it later.

NAYRT - perhaps foggy admits, disappointed, that Matt is usually better behaved than this...

OP - Ooo great start! Poor Matt is thinking the worst and Foggy has no clue whats going on. Looking forward to the rest.

Thank you for filling my prompt! :-)

Yay ! Im so happy someone is filling this !

Um manhandling?? Spanking?! Yes yes yes.

Matt probably ends up making these quiet, confused, pleading noises for foggy to make it stop/make it better, because Foggy's always been so gentle with him, but foggy just lets it happen because Matt needs to learn not to disobey him when it counts (when he's been told he's not allowed to go out injured). And Matt can't actually beg with words because he knows that'll make foggy look bad so he just whimpers and maybe reaches for foggy...and then the doctor starts suggesting gags to keep Matt quiet and Matt just wants to cry from frustration because nothing he does is right.

He'd be so overwhelmed from all the touching that he probably wouldn't even know the prostate exam was coming - the doctor would just sink a finger inside him, and Matt would jerk and come, and he's so shocked by it, and he's definitely not quiet about it (further proving to the doctor that matt's of a low intelligence - weren't they just talking about the need to gag him?!)

He might not be the most murderous viking, but he has the drinking and farming part down!

Good fucking fuck that was amazing. Matt being his martyr self was so good, and Matt just waiting for things to get worse broke my heart, poor baby. And Vanessa stealing that kiss at the end - absolutely beautiful. Aand now I'm going back to read this again because fucking damn it was all brilliant.

I have a pretty long fic sitting on my computer that I'm not sure I'm ever gonna post, but there's a scene where there's an angsty hug, and because I feel like being evil (or nice -- you choose), I'm gonna post that for you. You'll just have to ignore the fact that you might not fully understand the context, but I don't think it's all that important if you're just in it for the hug. :-)

This is set in Matt's apartment.

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Foggy is pacing again, his breath coming out in an unsteady staccato rhythm the way it does when he’s distressed. He comes back to the table and slams a piece of paper down in front of Matt so hard that Matt flinches in his chair.

“It’s a good thing you can can’t read this shit!”

“Foggy...” Matt tries to calm him down.

“No, don’t you ‘Foggy’ me! You weren’t there, you didn’t see what was going on in there. One minute longer, and I would have slugged someone so hard they wouldn’t know tomorrow from yesterday.”

Matt tries redirection. “Is there anything in the flyers that helps us? What do they look like? Are they professionally printed?”

Foggy bends down and picks the flyer up to study it more closely. “They look home-made, but not amateurish. Something someone with decent computer skills could have put together.”

“What else?”

“I don’t know. Nothing much. There’s the URL. So, hey, we should really join whatever this is, report a few fake sightings. Throw them off the scent.”

“Actually...” Matt ponders.

“Oh no,” Foggy interjects. “It’s never a good thing when you start a sentence like that.”

“We could use this to our advantage, turn the whole thing around, set up a trap for them rather than for me. We can plant a well-planned trail so that they’ll never know Daredevil will be lying in wait for them.”

“Didn’t you hear? They have a whole frickin’ strike team. You’re just one man, Matt! What could you possibly do against a whole strike team? And don’t tell me you’ve handled worse.”

“I probably have.”

“They’re coming prepared. They have a plan. They’re not just a gang of random thugs you’re going to jump at out of the blue. God,” he says in exasperated irritation, “I wish you would take this seriously.”

Matt’s voice is acerbic. “I am taking this seriously. More than you know.”

“Oh yeah? Doesn’t look like that to me. Cause from where I’m standing, it looks more like suicide,” Foggy spits.

Matt lets out a cynical laugh as he shakes his head. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You don’t know what it’s like.”

“No, Matt, I don’t. And you know why?” His voice is accusing, bitter. “Because how could I? You never talked to me about it. Never in all these years. You still don’t.”

“Foggy…”

“You know what? If you’re gonna apologize again, don’t bother.”

Foggy hovers there, unsurely, and Matt can hear the changes in his breathing. The dangerous ones.

Matt gets up from the table, because he just knows Foggy is going to walk out on him again if he lets him. Not this time. This is too important. He can’t lose him again. He puts himself in Foggy’s way and takes him by the upper arms.

“Please,” he says, and it’s half choked, half desperate.

Foggy tries to worm his way out of Matt’s grip. “You’re hurting me.”

He didn’t realize he’d been squeezing so hard and immediately lets go, suddenly bereft of all energy. His arms hang limp by his sides. Foggy is his best friend, the only person who doesn’t care if he’s blind or stupid or anything other than normal.

That night Foggy found him after the fight with Nobu, it destroyed something between them, something he’s been trying to rebuild ever since. They’re on shaky ground as it is, and they’re at another crossroad. This is Foggy—trusting, caring, I’ll-always-be-here-for-you-buddy Foggy. He doesn’t want to keep hurting him. But he is. A sob works its way up Matt’s chest that he tries to suppress.

Both men stand still, the moments ticking by. Matt lets his head hang and stops fighting the emotion that ripples across his face. “I need you,” he says just above a whisper. “I can’t do this alone.”

He stumbles back a step, almost tripping. His footing is still unsure and he braces himself against the wall. “I tried. It’s lonely and it’s miserable and—“

“Matt,” Foggy says, his voice shaky. “If you want me to do this, you gotta let me in. You gotta let me help.”

“I know. But I don’t know how. It’s always just been me.”

“Yeah,” Foggy says in a low voice. “I know. And that makes it even worse.”

“Tell me what it is you want to know, what it is you need.”

Foggy lets out a shaky chuckle. “Ha, that’s quite a substantial list. But first, I think we both need this.” Foggy steps closer to Matt, and it’s a little odd and unexpected, because they’ve never been the touchy-feely types, but Foggy draws him into a hug.

Matt doesn’t know what to do with it, but when Foggy starts giving him a good-natured pat on the back and squeezes a little harder, Matt returns the gesture. They hold on a moment longer, but then Foggy pulls back, a touch of embarrassment in his voice, “Uh, this is weird. This never happened, okay?”

Matt lets out a short, relieved laugh. “What never happened?”

If the doctor keeps mentioning things that might positively or negatively impact on Matt's resale value.

Then Matt doesn't know if he wants to do well or poorly because if he's good Foggy will be happy but then Matt might be worth enough that Foggy will sell him on, because Matt gets injured a lot and he knows he's expensive to keep but if he's not worth anything then Foggy won't sell him on.

But the humiliation of doing poorly and he doesn't want to embarrass/disappoint Foggy

If the doctor keeps mentioning things that might positively or negatively impact on Matt's resale value.

And he might well do that, after all we're talking like Matt is a commodity here, aren't we?

Foggy will be happy but then Matt might be worth enough that Foggy will sell him on, because Matt gets injured a lot and he knows he's expensive to keep

Oh my...and it would never occur to Foggy that Matt was scared he might decide to sell him, because he loves Matt. And it would hurt him so much if he knew that Matt was thinking that, even for a moment.

But Matt knows that no-one has ever kept him before, so why would Foggy?

"If you opened Mary Poppins' purse all you would see is his ass. Inter dimensional fisting every time she pulls out an umbrella or a hatstand"

"Mary Poppins fisting Matt Murdock: thing I never knew I wanted."

Mary fists Matt.

Thats it.

we all are going to hell

SA: Actually, I'm a ditz and just realized that you wanted Matt hugging Foggy. My snippet above is more like Foggy hugging Matt. Oh well, I hope you still liked it.

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Prompt Post #6

Fill: Rentboy!Matt AU alternate first meeting

Gen or Brett/Foggy anything as long as this dialogue is used

Repost: Matt had a habit of stopping rapes in college

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Vikings AU or crossover

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Re: Matt infiltrates evil event as sexy server/dancer/general eye candy

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Fill: kind of a problem (established Matt/Foggy) (1/3ish) Take two

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a spoonful of lube Mary Poppins/Matt

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