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„There is someone following us,“ Matt murmurs and Foggy has to concentrate on not freezing at the sudden surge of adrenaline he feels.

„Do you think...?“ he whispers back, using his elbow to keep Matt somewhat closer to him, whether to make their charade look more realistic or whether he's ever so keenly aware now that there may or may not be an insane person behind them intent on *murdering* him and Matt is his only chance of that not happening, he isn't so sure any more.

„It...could be. Probably.“ Matt doesn't resist the tighter grip. „His heartbeat is...slower than normal, but it's been getting faster since he started walking after us.“

„So it's definitely a guy?“ Foggy asks, talking more in attempt to keep himself from panicking than actual curiosity.

Matt cocks his head for a moment. „Yes,“ he says. „He sounds about...six foot two and 200 pounds. Broad shoulders. Walks like an experienced fighter.“

„Brilliant,“ says Foggy, and thinks that he should have kept his mouth shut.

„Only one way to find out if it's the guy we're looking for,“ Matt says. „Shove me.“

„Ugh. Really?“

„*Yes*,“ Matt hisses, and so Foggy does.

„Will you stop being so *clingy*?!“ he barks and pushes, hard. Muscle coils under Foggy's hand and for a moment he is very keenly aware of the power difference between them, how this man called Daredevil could wipe the floor with him in all but a second if he wanted to – but then he's just *Matt* again, suddenly so soft and *trusting* underneath Foggy's hand, that it takes all Foggy has to not catch him when he shoves him into the wall.

„Ow!“ Matt gasps in a tone that could - almost – be convincing if Foggy didn't know what kind of injuries his partner usually sustained, and when he turns his face in Foggy's direction again, his expression is so frightened and hurt that Foggy for a moment feels like the biggest piece of scum in the universe. „F-Franklin, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-“

Franklin. Somehow, Matt calling him by the other name makes this entire thing easier to bear. Foggy grits his teeth and grabs for Matt's arm again, yanking him rudely back to his side.
„Save it. Just try to walk like a *normal* person for once and we wouldn't have this trouble,“ he grumbles, just a tad louder than he would normally, in case the guy catching up with them from behind was close enough to catch it. The street lights in Hell's Kitchen are shit; he was only able to get the impression of a vague shape – tall, broad, male, confident stride like Matt had said, but nothing else. At Foggy's side, Matt catches his balance much more gingerly than he usually does, his cane skittering unsteadily over the broken sidewalk in front of him, and then Foggy is already hauling him off at his elbow again, his stomach boiling with hate at the thought that someone would do that to an actually blind, non-super-senses-enhanced person. Or, scratch that, do that to *anyone*, period.
Matt, however, seems to feel no such internal dilemma. As Foggy shoots a sideways glance at him, his mouth is actually twisted in a grin.
„Gotcha,“ Matt whispers. „It's our guy. Heartbeat spiked right as you shoved me. And he's picked up his stride.“

„Great,“ Foggy swallows. „So now what-?“

„Turn into that alley over there,“ Matt gives a subtle indication with his head. „As long as I'm not wearing the mask I'm not planning to take him down in the main street.“
„No. Of course not,“ Foggy says resignedly, because this is his life now, and then turns into the dinghy, dark and damp side alley Matt had indicated.

As soon as they're around the corner, Matt has already disentangled himself from Foggy's arm and thrown his cane into the nearest corner.

„Stay here. Don't move. I'll be just out of sight-“

„What? Wait-!“ Foggy starts to protest, but then Matt has already clambered up the fire escape to the side, pulling out of his pants pocket what seems to be the mask of the suit, with one hand somehow managing to open up and throw away his shirt, beneath which the top of his body armour becomes visible – dear god he has to have been *hot* at the club, flashes through Foggy's mind, a bit disconnected from current events it seems - and now it also suddenly makes sense that Matt had put on his old black vigilante pants for their outing, beneath which is probably the rest of the suit and which now lets him effortlessly blend into the shadows of the building as he crouches, waiting for their prey.

Their prey, whose footsteps even Foggy can now hear. His own heart hammering in his chest, he turns to the mouth of the alley, frozen like a paraplegic deer in the headlights as the killer appears -

And then Foggy sees the face of the person who has been following them.

„Matt NO!“

Their follower blinks, surprised, and that is all the warning Captain America gets before the literal devil jumps on top of his head.

I think I read a fanfic where the author wrote that Matt got like a weekly delivery of groceries to avoid shopping. I could see him doing that. Non-packaged goods like produce and meat he probably gets from the little shops in Hell's kitchen, like in the comics. During their college years, he and Foggy probably grocery shopped together.

(That, and I saw a prompt where someone asked for Matt being surprised by a neighbour during 3 am when he is washing his suit in the laundry basement of their building, and the neighbour then henceforth assuming that the quiet blind guy is one hell of a kinky bastard)

*waggles eyebrows*

Matt wouldn't know what hit him, but it'd hit him so good ;)

Yessss please please please

I'm so down for this

author!anon: fuck it, i may write a sequel after all. *headdesk headdesk headdesk* this kinkmeme is taking over my LIFE.

Okay I was trying to think of what to say about this awesome fic, but the above anon says it all for me. I love feral puppy Matt in all his sent marking glory!

-Matt and Foggy went to the same HS. Foggy was popular in High School--not because he was considered attractive, but because he was funny and charming and charismatic and a really good defensive lineman on the football team. Matt was less so--blind, shy, quiet, bookish, defensive. He still hadn't grown into his frame. He would get picked on a lot ("hey, not like he can see us to snitch, right?"). One time, Foggy speaks up for him, and after that, Matt becomes a pining mess for the one person who's nice to him. This does not end well, possibly because Foggy's teammates are assholes who figure out about his crush and/or pressure Foggy into being mean to him, too. They graduate, Foggy goes somewhere else for undergrad, and only occasionally thinks about that lonely blind kid from HS. Then he goes to Columbia for law school, and that lonely blind kid is now his impossibly gorgeous blind roommate. Now who's the pining one?

-Matt is the Ice Queen of Columbia, who stands unassailable at the top of the class and never hangs out with anyone or goes to any parties or agrees to any dates or speaks without being spoken to. Foggy, who's the guy who's everybody's friend, loses a bet, and has to publicly ask Matt out to some sort of dance or other event. Nobody expects Matt to say yes, which isn't very entertaining to Marci, the person who won the bet. So, the terms change a little bit: Foggy has to wine and dine Matt, be his charming and lovable self, and then publicly dump Matt. Foggy's not a huge fan of this plan, but he agrees due to whatever reasons you can think of (maybe Marci has some sort of reward). But then Matt's actually really nice once you get to know him. (Also, like, REALLY hot.) So he decides not to go through with the challenge...but then Marci goes through with it for him.

-Foggy becomes an ADA rather than a defense attorney, and he somehow always ends up being put on cases against the infuriating(ly handsome) defense attorney Matt Murdock. Foggy's friend/coworker/secretary Karen notices very much that Foggy's not his usual calm, collected, friendly self around Matt, and asks for details. Foggy makes the mistake of explaining that he had a HUGE crush on Matt in law school, and then Karen makes it her mission to set the two of them up. Foggy is resistant--why the hell would he actually want to date the asshole who defends all of those criminals? I mean, yeah, he's hot, no denying that, but there's only so much a guy can put up with for a piece of ass (even a piece of THAT ass). Except that Matt seems surprisingly interested in responding to Karen's overtures on Foggy's behalf. And he's actually sort of sweet and thoughtful when he's not excoriating Foggy's witnesses. But there's just one problem: Matt always gets flustered and tries to redirect the conversation when Daredevil comes up, blushes like a schoolgirl. It's not a huge deal, Foggy doesn't mind if Matt has a bit of a celebrity crush...but then, after what should have been the best night of his life so far, he finds the Daredevil suit in the closet. Before Matt can explain himself, Foggy storms out, accusing him of cheating on him, or cheating on Daredevil with him, what has his life become? On his way home, who should he run into but Daredevil himself, for whom Foggy has a few choice words...and who has a few choice words of his own for Foggy.

This is great - and of course they wouldn't run into the serial killer that quickly. It's good to see the larger Marvel universe coming into this, even if it is going to be a problem explaining things to Captain America. Once Foggy manages to break up the fight that is.

Although I hope Matt's got a plan on how to cover his identity, but I'm not expecting it. Maybe Foggy can come up with something.

And yes Foggy, I agree with you, the idea of anyone treating someone who hadn't consented to that sort of thing like that is horrible.

These are all amazing ideas, but I'm seriously in love with that first one. Whose mother do I have to bribe with cigars to get this filled?

Oh shit, I wasn't expecting Steve. That's a great twist. I can't wait to see what his reaction is to this whole situation.

What it says on the tin: Give me the crackiest DD/MCU at large x-over pairings you can think of.

Does Matt have a massive crush on Sam Wilson? Has Wesley ever been on a blind date with Pepper Potts? Do Vision and Wanda Maximoff invite Karen for a threesome? Is Nick Fury Foggy's new sugar daddy? Is Claire being wooed by Loki and Rocket Racoon at the same time? Did Ben and Doris ever swing with Peggy Carter and Angie Martinelli?

Anything is possible!

Awwwwwww. I need this like air.

I thought about it, and I came up with Stick/Yondu (from GOTG). They could bitch about their former young wards, and how kids these days are never grateful for emotional abuse and not getting eaten.

robot tentacles, alien tentacles, giant squid monster tentacles, i don't care. give me matt being restrained, felt up, and fucked by something with way too many limbs.

+ he's not marauding as daredevil when it happens
+++++++ resistant at first but is finally overwhelmed by sensation against his will

I have ideas. (feel free to switch up the roles, honestly.)

1. I once saw this movie called My Amnesia Girl--it's in Filipino, but it's very good--where the guy leaves the girl at the altar, and then three years later they meet up again and the girl, apparently, has amnesia. just after that first meeting scene (where the guy decides to try and start over and introduces himself differently), it's revealed to the audience that the girl does not, in fact, have amnesia, and that she just panicked upon sight of her ex.

so: Matt and Foggy getting into a relationship, being sickeningly sweet and adorable, but then one day shit goes down and they break up and everyone is sad all around. three years after that, they meet up again in, of all places, a grocery store, and the first thing out of Foggy's mouth to explain why he froze like a deer in the headlights? "who're you?"

2. Kate and Leopold AU, where: Foggy is from the turn of the 20th century and somehow fell through a hole through time off a bridge and into 2015, and thus into Matt's life. Matt is kind of slightly amused by this guy who's very fascinated with the modern-day tech he has access to, if a bit weirded out, and bc Foggy has nowhere to go, Matt lets him stay in his apartment. and then they start falling in love, which is complicated by the fact that Foggy is up to his ears in denial and Matt is, oh yeah, Daredevil.

3. Just Like Heaven AU, where: Foggy falls into a coma before he meets Matt, and Matt ends up moving into his apartment after said apartment is put up for sale for reasons the landlord was very shifty about, but it was dirt-cheap and it wasn't like Matt had much in the way of choices, considering his night job. and then he realizes that Foggy is somehow still around--like, his body is in a coma, but tell that to Foggy, who thinks Matt looks pretty hot and is happy to narrate shit for him, only why's he in his apartment??? and then there's angst about falling in love and not being able to touch, and then Matt finds out that Foggy's body is in a coma in the hospital, and he's being targeted by, idk, someone who holds a grudge against him for defending someone and exposing some kind of cover-up.

(in this case, Foggy probably finds out Matt's Daredevil from the get-go, so he's like, oh my god you're a vigilante, the actual Daredevil is living in my apartment OH MY GOD????)

Matt likes having his head scratched/hair combed, so much that he almost purrs. Any is a big fan of the purring.

filling!

Music and Lyrics AU: Matt as a down-on-his-luck musician and Foggy as the quirky guy who's just there to water the flowers but as it turns out really has a way with words?

Where's the like button on this why is there no like button. Also the mental image of Matt Daredeviling in his pajamas is 100% perfection.

OMG YES. There was a prompt for tentacle porn a while back but it never got filled and I have NEEDS, people.

Matt and Foggy work in the same office, along with Karen, Brett, Claire, and your choice of who else. Foggy and Matt share an office, and Foggy finds his officemate to have some very strange habits and mannerisms. I mean, he gets that he's blind, okay? He's not an asshole. But it'd be nice if he could talk to Foggy without stuttering, or dropping something, or tripping over air. Foggy invites his odd, standoffish officemate to the lunchtime meetings of the office's dedicated Daredevil fan club, which, for whatever reason, makes Matt so uncomfortable that he has to excuse himself before he's even finished his sandwich. Foggy complains to his fellow enthusiasts about how he wishes he could have a normal officemate who understood social interaction. Karen points out that he doesn't act weird around anybody else. He probably ran off because he couldn't handle hearing Foggy admire somebody else, given that he has a huge crush on him. Foggy is flabbergasted, because seriously? But it turns out everyone else in the office has known for months. They encourage him to ask him out--it's not like he's ever going to actually meet Daredevil, and he hasn't been on a date in months. So Foggy asks Matt out as Matt leaves one night, and Matt somehow manages to stutter out an affirmative answer.

Except that, on the way home that night, Foggy gets mugged...and rescued by Daredevil, who's even better than in his wildest dreams. Now he has to go on a date with the weirdo from his office even though he's already met the love of his life. This will not go well.

Lady and the Tramp AU!

Not the OP, but I really hope you mean the bit where Josie and Jack Murdock had kind of a thing for each other after Matt's mom left.

so this nearly veered into sexytiems but i figured, eh... also on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4681067

Brush it Off

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It’s a little ritual they’ve developed over the past couple of weeks, starting when Foggy has to help Matt brush dried blood and some other sort of powdery debris out of his hair. At first he stoically bears the tugging through the various matted areas with the occasional grimace, but as the dampened brush manages to cut through more and more of the tangles his expression relaxes, lashes slowly lowering, and soon Foggy finds him leaning into the strokes.

“Earth to Daredevil,” he murmurs after a few moments. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Hm?” Matt blinks his eyes open but they’re sleepy and unfocused. “Mm, yeah. Feels good.”

Foggy is fairly sure that normally Matt wouldn’t admit to anything of the sort, self-flagellating self-denying personality that he is. So he doesn’t remark upon it because Matt actually non-self-consciously enjoying something is a rarity to be encouraged and continues running the brush through Matt’s hair, bristles now passing smoothly through the thick dark mass. Matt still needs to shower and get the rest of the crud out but at least he no longer looks like he put his head through a wooden plank. Foggy pauses to re-dampen the brush, and even that short pause has Matt lifting his head with a questioning noise, eyes opening partway from where they’ve fallen closed again.

“Not going anywhere,” Foggy reassures him, resuming his steady strokes. Matt sighs a little, lets his eyes slide closed once more. Soon, every breath is a soft sigh, a slight thickening of the air more than an actual sound, but that escalates to a contented hum under each pass of the brush. The closest, Foggy figures, a human being can get to a cat’s purr.

It’s strangely endearing, and Foggy regrets when he has to set the brush aside after awhile when his arm gets tired. Matt utters a noise of complaint. “C’mon, hero, you need to take a shower before you fall asleep on your feet,” Foggy tells him, and Matt grumbles but straightens up obediently, hands falling to the catches of his remaining armor. How he managed to get his hair that dirty with the cowl on... Thankfully there aren’t any serious injuries to deal with this time, just a few scrapes on Matt’s scalp which don’t require stitches but had bled profusely. Hence the brushing out. Foggy rinses the brush in the sink, watching flakes of dried blood swirl down the drain, before leaving his friend to wash up.

He figures that’s that, an interesting but ultimately isolated incident until Matt’s over for beer and B-movies night, an occasion they’ve neglected to host for a long time now but both feel is necessary for the benefit of their still undergoing-repairs friendship. They’ve both downed a few bottles of some fancy German weißbier that Matt probably couldn’t have afforded to pick up but which he swears tastes of cloves, vanilla, and apples and of which Foggy says tastes like beer, to which he’s pronounced a Philistine, and are leaning against each other giggling on Foggy’s tattered couch as Foggy spins an outlandish romance between the monster on-screen currently terrorizing a sleepy coastal village and the main character’s girlfriend’s toy poodle. “No, really, imagine their sex life,” he insists, waving his half-full bottle for emphasis and nearly clocking Matt in the temple. “With a size difference like that, every night’s an adventure! Possibly of the spelunking sort,” he adds before doubling up in wheezing laughter.

Matt nearly snorts his beer out of his nose. “You’re filthy,” he accuses after he gets himself under control, before adding plaintively, “Is the poodle at least attractive?”

“Why, are you asking for somebody you know?” Foggy digs an elbow into Matt’s side and is rewarded with a gentle swat upside the head. Matt never roughhouses, never has, but on occasion he’ll give as good as he gets. It makes Foggy grin.

“Filthy,” Matt asserts again before lapsing into silence as the hero mans up and saves the girl. And her dog. Foggy dutifully describes what’s going on, including the culmination of the tragic interspecies love affair which ends with the monster sinking dramatically into the waters of the bay--

“Where its blood has probably crippled the local fishing industry for the next century,” he concludes. “Moral of the story: maybe the animal rights people have a point.”

Matt considers this very carefully, setting his now-empty bottle on the side table. “About interspecies relationships?”

“That too.” It makes sense in Foggy’s head, anyway and he pronounces this with great solemnity. Matt snickers, pushing into his shoulder with his own. And then going a little further as he keels over like a tripod that’s lost one of its legs, shoulder and then back dragging down Foggy’s front until he’s lying on his side sprawled all over Foggy’s lap.

On a whim, Foggy lifts a hand and plunks it heavily down on Matt’s head, who mumbles a bit in protest but doesn’t move to shake him off. Matt’s hair is soft and thick under his fingers and without thinking Foggy curls them in, gives him a little scratch behind his ear.

“Mm...” That sounds suspiciously like a noise of approval so Foggy does it again. “Mm.” Uh huh. The sample size is small but from where Foggy’s sitting, Matt Murdock approves of getting his hair pet. Well, far be it for him to deny his friend. He starts carding his fingers through Matt’s hair in earnest, nails scratching lightly along his scalp.

Matt purrs, body going even more boneless than just from the effects of the beer. He practically puddles across Foggy’s legs, turning his head this way and that for better access. His face, from the occasional glimpses Foggy gets of it, is two furry ears and a set of whiskers away from utter feline ecstasy.

Suddenly, Foggy’s mouth is very dry.

This is innocent touching, right? Not like, the straightest thing ever to do with your straight best friend, but innocuous enough. And Matt seriously looks like he’s blissing out, contented humming emerging with every breath. It is, frankly, an adorable sound. Foggy’s starting to see the amusement potential in this, opens his mouth to say something about Matt-cat, such a pretty kitty--

And then the hum deepens into a low moan.

Foggy freezes, the sound going straight to his dick. Holy shit. Holy shit. Beneath his hand, Matt complains wordlessly and Foggy automatically resumes petting while still trying to process that noise and the effect it’s had on him, namely rerouting his bloodstream to south of the border. Thankfully -- thankfully? -- Matt doesn’t make another noise like that, returning to the soft hums and near-purring of before.

Matt Murdock letting out a moan under his hand might be the hottest thing that’s happened to him in his life but for some reason, Foggy finds himself appreciating the content noises more. It signals Happy Matt. Happy Matt lying on his lap. Not that that isn’t hot in of itself, but he’d rather have Happy Matt than a Matt Trying To Deal With Foggy’s Inappropriate Boner.

Gradually the noises begin to die off, fair indication that Matt’s falling asleep, and once again Foggy has to cut this short. He shakes Matt’s shoulder, earning a startled snort as his friend jerks awake and nearly flails off the couch. “Come on, lightweight. There’s a bed with your name on it.” Is that weird to offer now after what’s happened? Foggy decides not to think about it right at the moment. “I’m an awesome pillow but you’re gonna hate yourself in the morning if you sleep on the couch.”

A grouchy noise. “I was comfortable,” Matt complains before cracking a yawn. “Y’ve got a nice touch.”

Foggy blinks, then wonders if preening is the appropriate reaction. “Magic hands, buddy,” he grins. “C’mon, let’s get some water in you before we head off to bed.”

“’kay.” Another yawn and Matt somehow manages to make it to his feet. He’s adorably pliable like this, sleepy and trusting. Like a content kitten, is the unbidden thought.

Another thought: maybe Foggy will have the chance to make him purr some more later.

How does one platonically offer to brush one’s best friend’s hair without making it weird?

By privately acknowledging that it’s going to be weird but also totally worth it.

They’re at Foggy’s place again and he’s been watching Matt prowl around his living room like a restless wolf for two hours, frustration leaking out of every pore. A drug exchange had gone bad the night before and Matt is still kicking himself over letting the main players escape during the chaos.

“Sit down, Matt, I want to try something.”

It takes a moment for Foggy to make his intentions clear and to get Matt first cooperative, then sitting in front of the couch with his shoulder blades pressed against the cushions instead of sitting beside Foggy on the couch. Foggy carefully swings a leg over Matt’s head so he’s bracketing him with his knees, perched on the edge of the cushion.

Matt has been humoring him thus far -- barely -- but now asks, “Seriously, Foggy, what’s going on--?” The rising tone transforms into a startled noise which then melts into a sigh as Foggy runs the brush he’s wielding over his scalp. “Oh...”

“Yeah, oh,” Foggy tells him teasingly. “The last couple of times I did this, you seemed to like it, so I figured...” Already he can see the line of Matt’s shoulders relaxing as he slumps over like the cords of his spine have relaxed from wire-tightness.

“You figured right,” Matt mumbles, chin somewhere near his chest. Foggy grins to himself. Nelson 1, Matt Murdock’s Life -- well, the score’s probably about a million to his one, but at least he has a point! He’s on the board!

And... yes, there it is. Matt is purring, head lolling lazily from side to side to allow better access for the brush. Foggy allows himself a moment of preening before settling in to listen to his personal soundtrack of Happy Matt. Being made happy by Foggy.

It’s amazingly therapeutic for the both of them. Matt gets stress relief without having to beat up his hands on somebody’s face or an unsatisfactory punching bag, and Foggy gets to feel like he’s taking care of his friend in a way that’s small but matters. So now after every bad night, Matt shows up at Foggy’s and after fussing over any accumulated injuries, Foggy brushes Matt’s hair for him.

Still not the straightest thing he could be doing for his friend, but fuck it. Foggy listens to Matt-cat purr and smiles.

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Prompt Post #6

Re: Fill-ish(?), 4/?

Re: The mundane things (gen)

Re: FILL: Corollary (4/4) (Foggy/Matt, Multiple Foggies!)

Re: matt/foggy, good boy

Re: Matt/Foggy's shapely Irish ass

Re: FILL: Corollary (4/4) (Foggy/Matt, Multiple Foggies!)

Re: The Principal Difference Between A Dog And A Man 8/?

Re: Matt/Foggy, fluffy romcom

Re: Fill-ish(?), 4/?

Re: Matt/Foggy, fluffy romcom

Re: Fill-ish(?), 4/?

The Daredevil crew dates the Marvel Cinematic Universe (all of the crack ships!)

Re: Matt/Foggy/Karen, neediness

Re: The Daredevil crew dates the Marvel Cinematic Universe (all of the crack ships!)

matt/tentacles

Re: Matt/Foggy, fluffy romcom

Matt/Any. I thought I saw a puddy tat.

Re: Matt/Any. I thought I saw a puddy tat.

Re: Matt/Foggy, fluffy romcom

Re: Karen figures if out

Re: matt/tentacles

Re: Matt/Foggy, fluffy romcom

Re: Doggies!Foggy/Matt

Re: Gen or Matt/Foggy, Josie Takes Care of Her Boys

FILL: Brush it Off (Matt/Any. I thought I saw a puddy tat.)