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ah my gosh, thank you for the comments. also i am aware this is like… the opposite? of praisekink? um. we’ll get there. eventually.

“Spread your legs for me,” Foggy says, and Matt does.

Matt’s back is propped up against a pile of pillows on Foggy’s bed while Foggy kneels between his thighs, blankets already tangled and kicked off onto the ground from their first round. He listens to Foggy dump more lube on his hand, spilling onto Matt’s skin, and he can’t help but flinch at the splash of cold.

“Easy,” Foggy murmurs, and drags a slick finger down Matt’s skin from balls to hole, leaving a wake of chill. Matt shivers. “Gonna open up so nice for me, Matty.”

“Nnnnng,” Matt says, biting down on his lip. His heels kick out for purchase on the wrinkled sheet, digging in, as his back arcs upward clean off the mattress.

“Hold still,” Foggy says reprovingly, tapping the fingers of his slick hand against the curve of Matt’s ass, and Matt falls back, panting.

“Good boy,” Foggy praises. “Such a good slut.”

Matt moans. Foggy’s free hand slides sloppily down his stomach, wraps around his aching cock, feels how hard he is. He laughs. “Oh, hey, dirty talk. I should’ve figured you’d be up for more of that, huh?”

Matt’s spine arches again as Foggy gives him a light squeeze. “I don’t--” he says, panting, and doesn’t know what he wants to say, but Foggy’s hands slip off of him.

“Color?” he asks, and Matt grinds his teeth together. “C’mon, Matt, give me a color.”

His heart flutters wildly in his chest. He thinks about what Foggy said, and it’s easier, suddenly, to see the right answer: Matt is up for anything.

“Green,” he says. “Green, it’s fine, I’m fine, keep going.”

There is a pause, and then Foggy’s hands are back on his skin.

“Okay,” he says, and Matt can hear him swallow, reorient himself, and his voice is low and steady when he taps against Matt’s thigh and commands, “Wider.”

He pulls his legs apart, knees crooked to give Foggy better access, spreads himself, and Foggy hums appreciatively. Slides his hands down between Matt’s thighs. Spreads him experimentally with his thumbs, fingers digging into his ass. Matt’s heart thumps in his ears. ”Good,” Foggy says again, drawing the word out, and he sucks in a sharp breath and doesn’t have to time to let it out before Foggy is moving his hands, pushing one finger languidly inside of him. “I’m gonna finger you open until you can hardly take it and you’re begging me to fuck you, and you’re gonna love it, just like the slut you are, aren’t you?”

Matt’s hands clench in the sheets. Foggy fucks him slowly, twisting one finger inside of him, and then another, working him open.

“You like that?” Foggy asks, scissoring his fingers inside of Matt. Matt whines lowly. “You like me telling you what a slut you are, Matty?”

“Yes,” Matt says.

“Just lying there all spread out, begging for it,” Foggy continues, fucking into Matt with two fingers straight up to the last knuckle, and Matt whimpers. “So desperate, aren’t you? That was a question,” he adds when Matt stays quiet, curling his fingers just sharp to be a warning. “You’d do anything to get me to fuck you, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” Matt says.

“Mhmmm,” Foggy says, and his other hand crawl across Matt’s skin, teasing, slick and soaking, letting his knuckles barely brush against Matt’s cock, like an accident. And this is fine, Matt can handle this. “I bet you do this for everyone, huh, Matty? Just get down on your knees for anybody who looks at you when I’m not around, let them all fuck you like the dirty whore you are. You’re just gagging for it. It’s filthy, Matty, it really is.”

“Yes,” Matt agrees in a whisper, although he’s not sure if it’s a question or not. He feels off-kilter, like he’s staggering off from a bang with his ears ringing. Losing his balance. Foggy teases him about his endless parade of relationships often enough but it’s usually fond, not -- and it doesn’t matter, there’s no one else, now. There’s just Foggy. He wonders if Foggy knows that.

“That’s what you’re good for,” Foggy continues cheerily, and he draws back enough to press the pad of a third finger into him, while Matt holds agonizingly still for him, trembling. Makes a low, approving noise at the sight. “Getting fucked. Filling you up in every hole and just wrecking you until you can’t take it anymore. But you can always take it, can’t you? You’re just never satisfied,” Foggy clicks his tongue, separating the last five syllables with a tap of the fingers of his free hand walking up Matt’s hip. He pushes his other hand forward slowly, driving all three fingers inside of him. Pulls back. Thrusts again. “You just love getting used like that. Can’t get enough of it.”

Yes, Matt tries to say, but he can’t make his throat work, can’t push the word out.

“Slut,” Foggy repeats, spanking the inside of Matt’s thigh with a rough smack. “Like that? Such a slut, Matty,” he croons. “Filthy, useless --”

There is a dull roar in Matt’s ears, drowning out the sound of Foggy spanking him again, the slick-slap noise of every thrust of his fingers. There’s a sharp sting between his thighs and Foggy starts to move his hand faster and faster, but Matt can’t focus on any of it, can’t reorient in the darkness like normal. He feels less like he’s stumbling now and more like he’s falling, down and down and down.

Useless. Get up.

“Ask me for it,” Foggy says. “C’mon, Matt, beg me for it. How you want me to use you. What you’re gonna do to earn it. Do you think you deserve it, hmmm, Matty?”

“I--” Matt starts, breaking off. He licks his lips desperately, mouth dry. “No. Please, Foggy. Please.”

“Of course, baby,” Foggy says, smacks him again.

“Please,” Matt pants, and he doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. Please yes or please stop or just please, please, please, how much he needs Foggy, how shamelessly he wants him all the time, God, how useless and needy and filthy he is --

“Color?” Foggy asks casually, fingertips playing across Matt’s skin.

This is fine. This is easy. All Matt needs to do is say Green. Just say it, he thinks desperately. Say it, and they can keep going, he doesn’t need to make them stop for something like this, this is nothing, he can handle this, he’s fine --

He can’t do it.

Don’t be such a fucking coward, just --

He just wants it to stop.

It’s all over now anyways, he doesn’t know why he bothers pretending. Useless, Foggy said, and that means Foggy knows, knows what a fuck-up he is, knows how worthless and desperate and cowardly Matt is and none of it matters, all he wants is for it to stop.

“Red,” Matt breathes, finally.

Foggy jerks.

“What?” he says, “Shit, I mean --” And he’s already pulling back, pulling his fingers out of Matt with a wet, filthy sound and yanking his hands away from Matt’s skin and leaving an awful, yawning emptiness behind, but Matt can’t seem to stop.

“Red,” he echoes, and now that he’s started he can’t pull the words back. He just wants it to stop. “Red, stop, Foggy. I’m sorry, please,” he sobs. He’s begging, now. “God, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, please just stop, please, I -- Red. Red.”

Foggy stumbles back from him, feet tripping over each other, and all Matt can focus on is the sound of his horrified, trembling breathing.

“Matt,” Foggy whispers, voice strangled. There is an awful moment where Matt listens to Foggy’s feet squeak on the hardwood and thinks, terrified, that he’s going to turn and run. That Matt has finally ruined everything and now Foggy will go.

And leave him here alone.

Oh Jesus. I'm actually a bit overwhelmed by the amount of buttons this is hitting for me like what the fuck. And like the fact that this is building up to praise kink??? what the fuck. If u weren't to finish this I would probably literally combust, jsyk.

Idek what to say. This is the hottest shit ever. Frick. Thank u??? I can't wait for the update?????? Omg.

Oh my god....

Ugh, poor Matt! This is so good, but so heartbreaking.

omg. i cannot wait for the aftercare. i'm just sitting here chewing my nails because!!! oh my god!

this is so good, you are an amazing writer. it's so hot and so painful and so in character. really really good. <3

This is actually the first time i've read matt actually USE his safeword in a fic.

Aw, bb...

Oh, wow. Anon, when I say that I couldn't even find this hot because I was so emotionally distraught by it, I want you to know I mean that in the very best way possible. God, you can see where Matt's taking it the wrong way and it just keeps going bad. Aaah, poor BOTH of them.

I think I see -how- this is going to end up praisekink, and I just. I hope I'm right. I really badly need to read the rest of this, to see how it resolves.

*anguished wailing*
Damn me, but this is distressing--and I'm gonna be hitting the refresh button waiting for the next installment. Matt, honey, no that's not how safewords work. Foggy, explain to Matt that safewords are a two-way street, okay? I just. Augh.

Oh my god I love this. Let me tell you how much I love this. You're hitting almost all my favorite things in fic and making me realize things about myself and what I like to read! Hot sex, check. Dubious consent, because lbr Matt should have safeworded long ago. Childhood trauma, check. Humiliation, check. Ripping my heart to shreds, check check check.

No Matt, Foggy isn't going to walk out. He's going to give you the aftercare you need and tell you how proud he is that you safeworded when you needed it. (Or at least he thinks you used your safeword when you needed it, rather than once you couldn't endure it.)

HOLY SHIT, anon, this is bloody amazing. I love how Matt's not entirely there, keeps flashing back to some much worse situations and then cannot get that and the reality separated. And all of Matt's terrible insecurities keeps raising their heads too.

Bravo, anon.

Oh my god this is wonderful and so well written but it hurts because... oh Matt, sweetheart. I think I might need the aftercare almost as much as Matt does.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

help.....me....i love this fic fuck fuck fuck i love it and i love you for writing this and i'm sitting here like READING THIS THROUGH MY FINGERS BECAUSE I'M WEAK AND I LOVE THIS AND I LOVE MATT AND I LOVE FOGGY CONSTANTLY CHECKING ON HIM AND MATT'S ISSUES AND AGHHHHHH

holy smokes, thank you so much for all the comments. wow. and oh man, you guys are all really excited about the actual happy part of this aren’t you… aaaaand here is a completely unrelated reminder that this is only part one of six. so, ah, don’t throw things at me yet. look! a title!

Matt lies there, fucked-open and aching and tired, wrung out like an old kitchen rag. There is a horrible, wet noise coming from somewhere. It takes him a moment to realize it’s him, gasping for air.

He hauls himself upwards on the sodden sheets, folds in on himself until his forehead presses against his knee, and chokes and chokes and chokes.

“-- breathe, please, holy mother of god, Matt, you need to breathe,” a voice says, and Matt slams back into his awareness of the room, the rumpled bed, the smell of sex between his thighs, the cool air leeching in through the glass panes of the window, Foggy standing over him, hands hovering in the air. Still there.

Matt takes a long, desperate, inhale from between his knees, and Foggy whispers, “That’s it, that’s good, Matt, keep breathing, please, take another breath.”

He does. And another one. And another.

“Okay, okay,” Foggy says. “That’s it, you’re okay.”

Eventually, he can only hear a damp hitch on every third breath or so. He wraps his hands around the back of his neck, curled tightly in on himself, and listens to the mechanics of his own body echo back at him. The flaws in the system, heartbeat pounding away.

“Matt? You with me?”

I don’t know, he thinks, dully.

“You gotta tell me what you need, buddy, please.”

Matt’s throat is a vice. He doesn’t know how to say it, how to ask Foggy this: just stay, don’t leave me, please. Not now.

There is the sound of softness brushing against the floor, and then something light and fluffy is dropped over Matt’s bare shoulders. He flinches under the gentle weight. It smells like dryer sheets and herbal shampoo: Foggy’s blanket.

Matt’s knee grows damp.

“Please,” Foggy repeats from above him. “Talk to me. I don’t know -- “ His breath catches. Matt’s fingernails sink into the back of his own neck. “Tell me what I can do. Can I -- is it okay if I touch you? You don’t --”

“Yes,” Matt says hoarsely. “Please.”

Foggy breathes out, a rushing whoosh of air. “Okay.” The mattress shifts as he sits down gingerly next to him, radiating warmth and worry. “This okay?”

Matt nods without lifting his head.

“Okay,” Foggy says again, and gives a quiet, soggy laugh. “Sorry. I don’t know what to say.”

That’s fair, Matt thinks with bitter humor. Foggy clears his throat, shifts, shoulder barely brushing his own. “I really am sorry, Matt.”

“No,” Matt whimpers. “No, Foggy, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean --” He claws his fingers into his skin.

“Hey, hey --” Foggy says, laying a hand gently over Matt’s. “None of that. Don’t, please.” Carefully, he urges Matt’s hands down. “C’mon, buddy, I know you don’t need your eyes free but I’d kinda like to see your face.”

Matt resists for half a second before going limp, letting Foggy unfold him, pulling his crumpled body back open and carefully tilting his chin towards him. He breathes harshly, face held in Foggy’s hands.

A thumb brushes tenderly under his eye. Leaves his skin dry.

“Okay,” Foggy says softly. “Come here. I got you, Murdock.”

He tugs Matt into his arms, a heavy, solid presence around his shoulders, and holds him there. Matt tucks his face into the side of Foggy’s neck and just breathes. “It’s all right,” Foggy murmurs in his ear. “It’s all gonna be fine, I promise, you’re all right, I’m here,” and Matt sinks against him. “Here we go,” Foggy says, and guides Matt, more fluid than deadweight, like a dozing cat, to rest on on his lap. Gentle, blunt fingers begin running through his hair, starting up an even tempo that Matt can follow amidst the rhythms around him: the stroke of a hand, the pull of air into Foggy’s lungs, his own heartbeat calming down. Matt sighs, presses his face against Foggy’s thigh. Keeps breathing.

He doesn’t know how long they sit there, his sense of time gone sodden and sluggish. Foggy keeps talking, a steady whisper of I’m so sorry and it’s okay and you’re all right that washes over him. Outside, the city rumbles on, and Matt lets Foggy’s voice drown it out. I’m here, I’m here, I’m here. Until he falls into silence, holding him.

“You really scared me, buddy,” Foggy says eventually, voice broaching the darkness, petting Matt’s hair with one broad hand. “Look, we don’t have to talk about this right now, but that really got out of hand, and I don’t know why -- I mean, I would’ve stopped sooner, if I’d known. You know that, right?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Matt mutters against Foggy’s thigh. His voice is hoarse. “I could’ve -- I’m sorry, I could’ve handled it, I didn’t mean to --”

“Of course it matters,” Foggy says slowly. His hand falls still. “Of course it matters that I’ll stop.”

“It’s fine,” Matt says tiredly, but Foggy’s hand doesn’t resume its gentle pattern.

“Matt?” He asks slowly, and like watching the horizon fall before a tidal wave, Matt can feel his muscles start to tense beneath him. “What do you mean you ‘could’ve handled it’? You don’t need to handle it, you know that, right, if you don’t like it we can just stop, it’s not a big deal...”

Matt shakes his head. “I know that,” he says. “But it’s fine, I’m fine. I can handle it. I didn’t mean to make you stop. We didn’t need to stop, I just needed to get control of myself. I’m sorry. I can do --” and he tries to stop himself, he does, tries to swallow the word back down, knows how it sounds, stupid and childish and “-- better.”

There is a long moment of silence. Foggy’s hand pulls away from him.

“It’s not a test,” he says, voice rough. “You’re not supposed to -- wait, did you think -- ”

Foggy scrambles out from under him with a sudden jerk and Matt fumbles, harshly alert, catching himself with the heels of his hands on the mattress as Foggy stands up abruptly. He backs away from the bed.

“Have you done this before?” Foggy asks, voice shaking. Matt’s heart hammers. “Pushed it even though you were uncomfortable, I mean? Not used your safeword when you wanted to stop?”

He says nothing.

“Oh, god.” Foggy doubles over, one hand pressing against his stomach like he’s been wounded.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didn’t--”

“Stop apologising to me, please, god,” Foggy moans, and Matt’s teeth click shut. “Did I -- what did I do?” he pleads. “Did I pressure you? Did I say something to make you think --”

“You didn’t do anything,” Matt cuts him off quickly. He straightens up, tries to find some stability on the sheets cooling rapidly in the loss of Foggy’s warmth. The blanket slips from his shoulders. Lifts a hand, and drops it back down, uselessly. “It isn’t your fault, Foggy.”

“But you didn’t feel safe,” Foggy says, voice cracking, pulse racing. “This whole time you were just -- I never wanted you to -- god, I fucked up.”

“No,” Matt says shakily.

“No, I did, shit,” Foggy says. “I didn’t -- fuck -- and I just kept demanding you tell me a color, and making you give me an answer right away, what the fuck is wrong with me? I thought… I thought it’d be better, if you just told me what you were feeling, didn’t talk yourself out of saying no. But then you were just telling me what you thought I wanted to hear, weren’t you? Instead of giving you time to think about what you actually wanted, fuck, fuck, fuck--”

“I’m sorry,” Matt echoes helplessly, eyes stinging.

“You’re sorry,“ Foggy repeats hollowly. “You’re sorry and I -- “ he cuts himself off. “And I really shouldn’t be yelling at you right now, oh, hell.”

“It’s fine,” Matt says, voice small.

“It’s really, really not,” Foggy says. There is a swish of air as he runs a hand through his hair. Drags a deep, measured breath into his lungs. “Okay. Okay. I’m sorry, I’m doing this all wrong. We gotta talk about this, but not right now. Right now I’m just gonna sit back down, okay? Is that all right?”

Matt nods. The mattress squeaks as Foggy settles himself back down, and Matt forces his hands to stay in his lap.

“Hey,” Foggy says, and his voice is much softer. The bed creaks again as he leans back against the pillows, twisting to face Matt. “I’m not mad at you, okay? We have some stuff to talk about but I’m not mad at you and I’m not going anywhere.”

“Okay.”

“Oh, Matty,” Foggy says, and soft hands are on him, drawing him back down towards Foggy’s warmth. Matt goes. He buries his face against the slope of Foggy’s chest and Foggy’s hand comes back, brushes back his sweat-dampened hair. “I’m sorry, I shouldn't have done that. Lemme just take care of you for now,” he says. “Whatever you need. I’ll get some water, get you cleaned up.”

“In a minute, please? Please, just --”

Foggy swallows hard. “In a minute, yeah. We got time. I’m not going anywhere.”

His arm fits around Matt’s body, presses his mouth against Matt’s hair in a careful kiss, and Matt can feel the current of his breath as he speaks.

“I'm so sorry," he whispers, warm against Matt's skin. "But I got you now, okay?"

Matt squeezes his eyes closed.

"I got you," Foggy says, voice resounding into the night.

These poor avocados. ;_;

Aaaa, oh god. I can't wait to see how they end up working this out. I feel so bad for both of them. :(

This is so good.

You broke my heart for Matt, now you break my heart for Foggy. I'm just walking round with a chest full of heart shards now. It hurts and it's wonderful and I'm waiting very patiently for the rest.

oh goshhhh i love this fic so so much. i feel so bad for both of them, but i'm also really happy that they have each other. ugh. such lovely writing, honestly. i can't wait for the next part <3

(also - good title is good)

ahaaa, halsey. i'm glad that this fandom in general has latched onto "hold me down" and other related titles.

on another note, though: HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME. this is so good? it made me feel almost like i was there in that room too feeling all of the same bad vibes both matt and foggy are giving off? like, this chapter was really specifically painful to read because it gave me that uneasy feeling in my stomach that something far worse would happen or that they would get into a fight (thank god they didn't, though) and i'm just so here for it not being any one particular character's fault but they're both equally beating up themselves over what happened? foggy's upset because he thinks he should've taken matt's nonverbal cues better and matt's upset because he safeworded even though he could have "taken more" and ANON YOU ARE KILLING MEEEEEE

*throws money* There, take all my money and never stop writing, I'd like to commission 10k words of this glorious angsty terribad sex!fail.

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this fic is honestly everything that i love <3

This fic is literally all I need in life. I can't wait to read more!

ahhhh moar please? <3

This- oh god I'm tearing up-- this is SO GOOD. Like, Foggy's reactions to Matt are so. Fucking. Important and spot on for their characters and UGH I love this so much.

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