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matt/anyone, bondage

[(Anonymous)]

so idk if matt likes being tied up or likes doing the tying but i want him and ropes (handcuffs, silk scarves, whatever)

Matt/Nobu - dubcon

[(Anonymous)]

Matt giving a blowjob with the black mask on. Non-consensual, please.

Re: Matt/Nobu - dubcon

[(Anonymous)]

Yes yes yes!! I may have to try my hand at this one.

gen - matt and foggy, h/c

[(Anonymous)]

matt just idk gets hurt real bad and foggy helps him out bc they're bff or bf or whatever.

pairing - matt/foggy

[(Anonymous)]

matt realizes he's bi bc he loves foggy and foggy is happy about it :))
pls

GEN: Foggy is a badass

[(Anonymous)]

Okay, I know that Foggy had a couple small hero moments in season 1 and they all joked about what a badass he is, but I want to see it for real. Like maybe Matt gets himself into a bad situation as Daredevil and Foggy swoops in and saves the day, or the gang gets held hostage at the office and Foggy gets them out of it, or SOMETHING. I still want goofy Foggy probably just barely messing it all up but then pulling himself together and being BA.

Karen/Foggy - spanking

[(Anonymous)]

"Foggy, touch my face. Foggy, eat me out. Foggy, tie me up. Foggy, cane my gorgeous ass. I swear it's just work, work, work with you. Can a man stop to breathe? Sheez."

Re: Karen/Foggy - spanking

[(Anonymous)]

Okay this prompt in itself is pure gold and makes me super happy omg.

Hell's Fight Club

[(Anonymous)]

Gore/Torture/Horror stuff, I'm sick and I'm sorry.

There's some really bad people in Hell's Kitchen who kidnap people and force them into extremely disadvantaged death battles for sport. I'm talking forcing a mother to defend her child against rabid dogs, forcing family to kill each other for freedom, etc. etc.

Until they kidnap Matt. Who knew nothing about this before. Who wakes up in the ring able to smell the slaughters that happened before, the blood in the caged dogs' mouths that tells him "chemo patient" or "child", and can hear the excitement of the audience as they think they're about to see a blind man torn apart. (it doesn't have to be dogs)

Emphasis on what his senses are telling him and bonus for an absolutely beautiful (brutal) fight. pairings, inclusion of other characters, and ending can be whatever.

Re: Hell's Fight Club

[(Anonymous)]

Oh wow, this is horrifying and I want it so bad. Seconded!

AU, Matt and Foggy meet as kids

[(Anonymous)]

Matt runs away from St. Agnes and meets Foggy. Maybe Foggy tries to stow Matt away in his house without his parents finding out.

Up to you whether Matt's runaway attempt works. Can be gen or Matt/Foggy puppy love.

Re: AU, Matt and Foggy meet as kids

[(Anonymous)]

AUGH I can't pass up kid fic, I'm going to fill it, I'm literally filling three other prompts for this kink meme and I have other projects SOMEBODY STOP ME.

Kid fic though. ;_;

Wesley/Fisk, sex

[(Anonymous)]

I want to see angry sex, slow sex, sex in the shower, sex over the kitchen table, sex in the walk in closet, sex in the car, sex while being dressed.

Sex.

Re: Wesley/Fisk, sex

[(Anonymous)]

angry sex in the car just to rumple a suit. I'm onboard.

Matt/Foggy, pining Matt

[(Anonymous)]

Matt has pretty much been in love with Foggy since they met. He hides it because he assumes Foggy is straight. Up to writer if Foggy actually returns the feelings.

Matt/Bobbi - casual sex

[(Anonymous)]

It's not a big thing because Bobbi is always just passing through. Maybe they fight the first time and turn fucking after a fight into a regular thing.

Foggy/Matt - Everyone mistakes them for married so often, it becomes normal

[(Anonymous)]

Foggy and Matt have a close friendship, made even closer by their ease and comfort together. Not helped is a habit of touching, walking close together or arm in arm, and Foggy's mother henning. At this point, they are both accustomed to a few mistaken impressions as to the state of their partnership. Over time, it's become a big joke to them. They're okay with it.

... Maybe too okay. As it happens, time passes and it's more and more like being in a real marriage. By the time they realize they've crossed boundaries (like, without even thinking about it), it's too late.

Re: Foggy/Matt - Everyone mistakes them for married so often, it becomes normal

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded!

Karen/Wesley, Karen/Anyone or even gen, AU Karen's an ec

[(Anonymous)]

"You really think this is the first time I've fired a gun?" Ok, so it's not just posturing, it's not Karen's first time holding a gun.

Karen was actually in corporate espionage when Matt and Foggy first met her. She was framed to take the fall for the murder and the files she'd been ordered and contracted to steal from Union Allied -- an order that maybe originated from Wesley/Fisk?

She decides to try for the straight and narrow after Matt and Foggy help her, expose her old employers, but kicking her old habits and dodging her old contacts isn't as simple as signing an NDA and trying to spoon-feed a case to Ben Ulrich.

lol in the pipe-dream of a universe where someone fills this, major bonus points for Karen/Wesley.

that subject should read "Karen's an ex spy"

[(Anonymous)]

sorry premature post

Matt/Foggy/Karen - Omegaverse

[(Anonymous)]

Alpha/Omega/Omega triads are not uncommon, especially somewhere with a population as dense as New York, so that's what they're assumed to be. Matt and his two cute little omegas.

Until Matt's heat rolls around and suddenly everyone realizes they're a much rarer Alpha/Alpha/Omega. Who said alphas couldn't share?

Re: Matt/Foggy/Karen - Omegaverse

[(Anonymous)]

seconded big time!

GEN, tw: sensory overload, torture

[(Anonymous)]

A bad guy injects Daredevil with a drug that enhances sensory sensitivity. For a normal human, this would be confusing and nearly overwhelming. For Matt, it's hell.

A gentle touch feels like a gunshot, and Matt can't even understand what anyone is saying to him because everything is so loud and he can't tune it out. Foggy/Claire find him in his apartment, crying and unable to move because of the sensory overload, and try to figure out what to do, but basically Matt just has to ride it out while his friends helplessly watch.

Re: GEN, tw: sensory overload, torture

[(Anonymous)]

ungh yessssss

Vladimir/Anatoly, incest

[(Anonymous)]

The princes of Moscow share everything, and don't need anyone but each other.

Fill 1/1 Re: Vladimir/Anatoly, incest

[(Anonymous)]

Warnings: Graphic violence, incest (duh), underage sexuality, abuse, prostitution, implied rape, etc. This is basically trash, be ye warned

Of course Valdamir didn't need to see his brother's face to know it was him. He knew Anatoly's body better than his own.

They were sixteen the first time it occurred to them that they could do more than press their lips together in brief but always heartfelt expressions of their love, their affection, their anger and their promises. They had been doing it since they were children, curled up together in bed. It was always cold in their uncle's house. He did believe in wasting money on heat when vodka could keep him warm just as well.

It was always Anatoly who pressed the rickety chair up under the doorknob, always Vladamir who clutched the knife under their pillow. It was always Anatloy who begged their mother to sleep in the room with them, always Vladamir who told her they would rather starve on the streets than let their uncle treat them the way he did. And always, always, she just smiled at them sadly, kissed their foreheads and warned them not to open the door, even for her, until morning broke over Moscow's indifferent streets. She kept him from coming for them. They both knew it.

The screaming and the weeping always started two hours after they locked themselves in. Sometimes, when it was too much they would kick aside the rickety chair and try to save her. He always made it worse for all three of them, enjoyed it more when he could made them watch what he did, helpless and broken. Hospitals were not an option. They would hold each other, bloodied and desperate, and press their lips together to seal their promise, to sooth back the words they wanted to scream and the tears they wanted to cry.

They were ten when their uncle killed their mother and dumped her naked bloody corpse on the side of the road like garbage. They were twelve when they brought their uncle the bottle of vodka, waited until he passed out drunk and then beat him to death with their bare hands and feet. They left his body in front of the fish market owned by the man who spat at them if they walked too close when they were going to school. They made sure everyone knew what they had done but that there was no way to prove it.

They pressed closed lipped kisses against mouths and foreheads and cheeks, promising each other that no one would ever hurt them again.

They stopped going to school. Anatoly got a job since everyone thought he was older (only they knew the truth- nothing could separate them, even age). They always thought of themselves as one. Complete together, each half fitting perfectly against the other, rounding out the whole.

Vladamir made some friends. He fought with them and drank and showed them just how good he was with a knife or a bat in his hand. He beat their enemies to shit, did things to them that grown men would only whisper about in piss stained allies and the dark corners of half asleep bars. Vladamir was set on making a name for himself.

Anatoly didn't like it. They fought about it. They hit each other, scrapped and rolled on the floor of their uncle's house (their house now, they took everything he had for what he'd done). Then Anatoly's lips were over Vladmir's and they were biting at each other, scratching at each other through their clothes, heaving breaths against each other.

"Fine," Anatoly said eventually as they lay curled and panting next to each other. "If this is what you want to do then this is what we'll do."

"Good," Vladamir said, reading out his hand to curl his fingers around his brother's. Anatoly quit his job at the restaurant and joined his brother on the streets. By the time they were sixteen they were third from the top of their gang's hierarchy. They had killed and tortured dozens of men to get there.

It was the man at the top who first started ribbing them about being virgins, about scaring even prostitutes with their dark eyes and darker reputations. No one else would have dared to speak to them in such a way. Anatoly joked with the men occasionally but they all respected him despite his youth. Vladamir bristled and Anatoly grabbed his shoulder before he could make a scene in a room full of men loyal to their benefactor.

"Maybe you're right," Anatoly said lightly. "And maybe my brother and I will simply have to prove you wrong." Their boss's eyes gleamed at this. He wanted something to hang over them, to humiliate them with. He was scared of how quickly they were rising, how much the men feared them. The boss called over his favorite girl, Evgeniya. She was platinum blond, built like a pin up and ten years their senior.

He said they could borrow her for the night as long as they got her back in one piece and didn't fight over who got to use her first. The men chuckled nervously but Anatoly just thanked their boss for his gift as the girl skirted away from Vladamir's viscous frown.

That night they took her up to their room and she stared at them uncomprehendingly when Vladamir sat down in the rickety chair and Anatoly tossed his coat in the corner of the room. Of course they didn't have to argue about who would go first. Anatoly always like to try things first, to clear the way for Vladamir. Why wouldn't it be the same with this?

"Get on the bed," Anatoly said when she just stood there. She scrambled to comply, spreading her legs with her four inch high heels still on and hiking up her little skirt until it was over her hips and her cotton candy pink lace panties were framed and on display for Anatoly but not Vladamir. "No," Anatoly griped. "Off with all of it. Don't put your shoes on the bed, what are you, an animal?" Vladamir laughed and lit up a smoke. Anatoly kept trying to get him to quit but he said nothing.

The woman was trembling as she did as she was asked. Anatoly unbuttoned his shirt, shucked his pants and boxers along with it and stood in his nude glory watching her and stroking his dick lazily with one hand. She laid back on the bed, knees spread and watched him with wide eyes that couldn't help flickering back over to Vladamir before he crawled up to her.

He had heard enough of the men's banter to know how things went with a woman. Anatoly didn't particularly care whether or not Evgeniya had a good time, since he didn't particularly want to be fucking her, but he knew she would be reporting back to the boss on their performance and he wouldn't leave any room for ridicule. He caressed her, fingered her while she closed her eyes and tried to moan convincingly. Anatoly rolled his eyes at Vladamir who was suddenly red in the face. He was sitting with his legs crossed tightly, already smoking another cigarette.

Anatoly smirked at his brother's strange behavior. He had a feeling Vladamir would be back to his usual self once he'd had his turn. Anatolly slid into Evgeniya, groaning in earnest at how good it felt. He held back from fucking her too quickly. He didn't want to hurt her- she was a nice enough girl and he wasn't a complete monster- or finish too soon. He could hear Vladamir's breathing speed up with his thrusts and it made Anatoly smile to himself mischeiviously, slow the roll of his hips until he was pumping in and out slower, deeper, harder.

In a sudden burst of inspiration he pushed his thumb between Evgeniya's pink, plump lips and watched her suck on it with her huge doe eyes locked on his. His came, shuddering all over and listening to his brother's ragged moan. Some part of Anatoly was sure Vladamir could feel the same orgasm rolling up his spine, puddling low between his hips.

It would make sense if they came together but when Anatoly opened his eyes and sought Vladamir's he could see his brother's cock still standing stiff and red in the tight circle of his fist. He nodded and stepped away from the bed, switching places with his brother.

Vladamir didn't undress. The trembling exhausted girl eyed him warily. His dick was hanging out of his open fly but she supposed that was all he really needed to expose to be done with this. He pulled her to the edge of the bed opposite where Anatoly sat in the chair. Vladamir wrapped her legs around his hips and fucked her rough enough and hard enough that she didn't open her eyes to see how Vladamir couldn't look away from Anatoly's gaze. Their eyes were locked when Vladamir came.

The girl was grateful to leave and didn't try to kiss either of them goodbye.

Vladamir changed the sheets before he and his brother wound up together on the bed that night. They pressed sleepy kisses back and forth.

"I wanna fuck you," Vladamir whispered into his brother's collar bone late at night when even the sounds of the city had slowed and stilled. He shuddered once he'd gotten the courage to let the words escape. His head was tucked under Anatoly's chin so there was no pressure for either of them to look at the other.

"I know," Anatoly said, feeling as if his throat were closing up. "I want it too. Want to feel you inside me, feel inside of you. Sometimes I think about your lips on my cock when I get stiff. I couldn't tell you, couldn't lose you. It's disgusting, what we are." Vladamir scoffed, tried to nestle even deeper into his brother's embrace.

"More disgusting than them? The junkies, the whores, the pedophiles that run this city? More disguising than the gulags? Than what the big man makes us do? We aren't the disgusting ones Tolya."

"You have a point," Anatoly said wryly, kissing the top of his brother's head. "There are worse things."

They found another whore, a seasoned veteran of the streets who never blinked at anything they asked her, who was happy to take the money and die before she said a word about what went on in their bedroom. They liked her, treated her well, gave her son a position in their organization once they took over. She was the one who taught Vladamir how to slowly coax his nervous brother's body open, how to slip inside.

She was the one who told him when to stop, use more slick before he tore Anatoly. She looked away when Vladamir cried as he came, shuddering out endless words of love. Anatoly kissed his brothers tears away. catishly satisfied. She was the one who taught Vladamir how to avoid using teeth when he went down on his brother. She showed Anatoly how to make knots that wouldn't dig into his beloved's skin.

She died of pneumonia within a year. There was nothing they could do but bury her with dignity. They buried her son with dignity the year after that.

They still hired prostitutes occasionally, girls who could be paid not to talk. It was more for Anatoly's benefit than Vladamir's but they couldn't have the men talking. It was hard enough being the Princes of Moscow without rumors like that circling overhead.

In many ways everything was the same as it had always been, even after they started dedicating their nights to learning each other's bodies. Even when they moved out of their uncle's old house and into the mansion they always, always slept in the same bed. All they needed was each other. They would never let anyone hurt them again.

GEN : sensory overload, take two

[(Anonymous)]

Matt is in the middle of fighting when something causes his senses to overload. It throws him off so bad that he gets injured.

Maybe it's a sudden explosion nearby, or a car alarm. Whatever it is, it happens at a time when he's focused on hearing, and he doesn't get enough warning to pull back on his senses.

Bonus points if he's still suffering the effects when he tries to call someone for help.

Karen/Foggy/Matt - Her Boys

[(Anonymous)]

Karen takes care of her boys, who take such pleasure in worshiping her.

Re: Karen/Foggy/Matt - Her Boys

[(Anonymous)]

please please please

Matt/Foggy/Karen, Love Triangle OF PAIN

[(Anonymous)]

Foggy likes Karen a lot, Karen is interested in Matt, Matt is in love with Foggy.

It's all unrequited.

(I love them as an OT3 why do I want this??? I'm so sorry)

Re: Matt/Foggy/Karen, Love Triangle OF PAIN

[(Anonymous)]

I was thinking of prompting this exact thing! I love the OT3 too, but I also love my faves being in terrible emotional pain, so. Seconded.

Stick/Matt, dub-con

[(Anonymous)]

Stick/Matt, dub-conny, no underage.
Matt confused but turned on, trying not to be the emotionally vulnerable muffin he is, Stick's a jerk who is very good at acting like he doesn't care a bit.

Re: Stick/Matt, dub-con

[(Anonymous)]

God yes.

Matt + Steve

[(Anonymous)]

"Few of us who choose this life are immune to tragedy or pain. Matt Murdock has suffered more of his share than most, but he keeps soldiering on, doing what he believes is right. The fact he has been able to take what most people call a ‘disability’ and turn it into his greatest strength, the fact a blind man takes to the streets every night to defend strangers, at huge personal cost—

Well. I know people look up to me.

I look up to Daredevil."
-Captain America

So. Uh. Apparently Steve looks up to Matt. Can we have something between the two? maybe when they meet and the beginning of that admiration on Steve's side. Can be shippy or gen, either way works for me.

FILL (MCU post Civil War, destined to be jossed)

[(Anonymous)]

Notes: The world has expanded. Matt's world has expanded. Naturally, Nelson and Murdock were at the front of the legal response when the government announced its plan to register and license all costumed vigilantes. Naturally, Daredevil was involved in the fight on the street against the NSA, Hydra, and any number of quasi-government thugs. It was ugly, legally and in terms of property damage. Nobody came out unscathed.

The US Supreme Court's decision that the Superhero Registration Act was unconstitutional and in violation of civil rights was almost an anticlimax. The battle had been won on the streets and in popular opinion well before SCOTUS got around to weighing in.

~

A party seems inappropriate, given the circumstances, and their small gathering feels more like a funeral. Some of them have lost friends-- to death and to bitter feuds-- and nobody feels much like celebrating their Pyrrhic victory. Matt's not even sure how they all ended up here, at Steve's apartment in Brooklyn. They just seemed to all drift there together.

He sits on the balcony in the dusk and marks the time by the way the air temperature drops along with the sun. It's too crowded inside, too many heartbeats and breaths, and under it all the lingering stink of fear. Any one of them still relying on their identity being unknown could still be exposed. Some of them already have been.

Matt's one of the lucky ones. Although his identity is an open secret amongst the people in that room, he's lived in fear for the last few months that it would get out. He'd probably be disbarred. Possibly arrested. Definitely sued. Steve, Sam and the others are already facing civil suits. The nightmare isn't over yet, not by a long shot.

He lifts his head as footsteps approach the door and it slides open. Smell of soap, whisper of cotton broadcloth, and a deep, even breath. Steve.

"Cap," he says, lifting his beer.

"Matt."

Steve comes out, tiny shifts in air pressure, and Matt leaves his head cocked. A slight uptick in Steve's heartbeat. He holds a breath and then lets it out. Matt waits for him.

"I wanted to thank you, for everything," Steve says.

Matt shakes his head. "You don't need to thank me for doing the right thing."

"It's not that. You put yourself on the line for me-- for all of us. I spent a lot of sleepless nights wondering if I was going to wake up the next day and see your other name plastered all over the papers."

The railing rings ever so slightly as Steve rests his arms on it.

"You and me both," Matt says with a smile.

His attempt to inject some levity into the conversation falls flat. Steve is motionless, breathing through his nose the way he always does when he's tense.

"You keep clenching your jaw like that, you'll break your teeth," Matt says, trying again.

He takes a sip of his beer, and this time he knows Steve smiles. He can hear it when he speaks.

"You know, that's still a little weird," Steve says.

The scuff of his feet on the floor, a creak and the slightest change in air pressure as he sits down next to Matt.

(tbc)

Foggy/Matt, hurt/comfort, emphasis on the hurt

[(Anonymous)]

Foggy is the one to get bloody and bruised for once. Matt helps in whatever way he can.

Re: Foggy/Matt, hurt/comfort, emphasis on the hurt

[(Anonymous)]

Yes, good, yes.

Matt/Claire - little/Big - he NEEDS a break from the burden

[(Anonymous)]

Matts so tired of bearing the burden of his work, he wants someone just once who'll make everything simple for him. Claire's done feeling helpless and out of the loop when he's out "saving the city" and absorbing its pain. They fall into the dynamic like they've done this forever.

Level up if you incorporate the catholic guilt in there

Mega mega bonus points and a cookie for pain!kink inflicted on a one Mr. Pain, Shame & burden.

Re: Matt/Claire - little/Big - he NEEDS a break from the burden

[(Anonymous)]

OOOOOOOOOOH yesyesyes

Matt/Lady of your choice, menstruation

[(Anonymous)]

Matt can tell when women are menstruating.

Not actually my kink, but I know it's someone's, and the thought occurred to me.

Re: Matt/Lady of your choice, menstruation

[(Anonymous)]

yana - thought occurred to me too

Stripper!Matt

[(Anonymous)]

AU where Matt is a stripper and Daredevil is his stage name.

Bonus if you have him stripping in this ridiculous outfit from the comics: https://41.media.tumblr.com/7c9678ef171473dec6f8ca543e1fd37b/tumblr_nls0pa8g5d1t0ccc5o1_500.jpg

Re: Stripper!Matt

[(Anonymous)]

so... I'm working on this. I've never done anything like it, so I don't promise that I'll end up with anything that I'm willing to share, but... I am working on it.