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Because i have needs.

Matt is following someone and the person ends up in a stripper place the kind where there are live sex shows on stage.

That night is hero night and Matt gets in the back and everyone thinks he is there fo the DD show which entrails a fuck session with an audience member.

Foggy is in the audience because reasons and he is informed he won the chance to join the stage for the main event.

The smell and everything on the place makes it hard for Matt to focus and find the guy he is looking for.

Cue to the show's main event and Foggy has no clue of what is happening till the audience starts saying they want the fun to start.

Awkward Martt at fors but there was something arousing in having an audience watch.
Foggy, he recognised Matt but he goes with it...

I know there are many plotholes in the prompt but i just basically want public dirty sex....

I can willingly suspend all my disbelief for Foggy and DD fucking onstage

Yowza! I'll be in my bunk

Does the rooftop scene with Frank count?

I'm thinking something connected with organised crime...

Ooh, sure!

IM SCREAMING PLS THIS IS MY FAVORITE TROPE I NEED IT FILLED *claws at face*

Prompt OP again - never seen Dexter but this is too cute.

Interlude - Nightmares.

Over three years, life moved quickly and found a sort of rhythm.

Maria found a job working with a local businessman as a personal assistant. It wasn't the career path that she imagined, but her boss was very wealthy and Mr. Wilson Fisk had a vision for the future. He was going to restore Hell's Kitchen in a way that nobody had yet. The money and the security for her daughter was more than worth it. She was happy, content, despite constant worries about the two men that she loved.

There was also the matter of their ever growing family to think of. Lisa was three years old, an active, excited toddler with a huge personality and she had a brother on the way. There was, of course, the little issue that Maria had yet to tell Matt and Frank.

Frank had deployed a second time, a tour that was worst than the first. It had weighed heavily on his soul and definitely cut down his options for a future that did not involve being a soldier. He was glad that Maria and Matt had each other, but leaving left Matt to his extra activities alone too. It was difficult... He didn't know what the future meant to him, because after coming home from his next deployment, he felt like less of a man.

Matt, too, had his struggles. Daredevil, as they dubbed him, was a presence of Hell's Kitchen, but after several serious injuries, he was making Maria and Frank both crazy. There was so much going on.

The nightmares were everywhere, and they were only getting worse.

Part 7: http://archiveofourown.org/works/7109500/chapters/17727775

i coudl so totally see this happening while he is recovering as something, sleepwalking can be a side effect of certain kinds of pain medication.

As a teenager, Matt ends up in the woods somewhere (not willingly; he can take care of himself, but he's a city kid) and finds he likes it, so he just...stays. And maybe becomes a bit of a local myth thanks to occasionally helping lost hikers without ever being seen. A few years later, Foggy breaks his leg or something while hiking, and they meet.

...to a widowed Mrs. Nelson.

Enter mixed family drama? Is Matt excited at having a mom, or is he resentful of Anna 'taking away' his dad? How does he adapt to now having a brother with the strange name of Foggy? And how's kid!Foggy taking all of this?

Up to anon: When/how Jack met Anna (before or after Matt's accident)
When/how Foggy's dad died
Does Jack still die?
Everything really...

i mean if anyone wpuld be stubborn enough to figure out how to live in the woods, itd be Matt.

You could totally go full spectrum, though- Matt is Green, Elektra is Red (what if the Hand are part of the Red Lantern Corps and they lure her in???), Frank is Black, Karen is either Blue or Indigo (Ben was definitely Blue), Foggy is totally Violet, Fisk is Yellow and Claire is White.

Does anyone know where he is? Did he age out of the orphanage/get adopted then abandoned by Stick and lose contact or do they still wonder what happened to that kid that wandered off during the '05 picnic trip and was never found?

AYRT

I can totally see all this with Matt! Since handling a red lantern is fueled on hate and rage, transforms a persons mentality and physically, and tide to the heart like a life line that makes Elektra the perfect candidate. Since technically she's now basically immortal the "side effects" I guess don't matter lol. Matt not so much unless he goes full on intention to kill mode somehow like Hal mentally did when he tried to kill sinestro then a red ring won't even attract to him. He wouldn't give into the rings power and would deny it. He has a strong will to survive and to protect the city, save the people, best bad guys up, and strike the fear of God into them. If someone gave him yellow he would use the fear to his advantage, and still put the fear of God into his opponents. Or be like batman and deny that ring too lol.

I agree with you on all points. All you need is orange (greed/avarice) and we have a full set of lanterns, haha. You come full circle, and I agree with Karen being either. Who'd be orange!? Maybe the madam Yao? (I forgot her name already...buh).

Y'all got something going on here.

(this is my first time filling anything on here i hope it's acceptable

also it's not exactly what you ordered, more foggy being like "christ matt u can't go home with everyone who offers u always end up in a bad place" but i hope u enjoy)

Matt was uncomfortable in that hazy, half-drunk sort of way he tended to get at frat parties. Foggy was off taking a piss or trying to hook up with some girl -- he hadn't explicitly stated where he was going, but Matt was fairly certain of the possibilities -- so he found himself sipping a beer at the fringes of the party, absently tapping his cane against the wall. He noticed someone approaching him. A woman, wearing quite frankly dangerously high heels and smelling of perfume and alcohol -- and beneath that, he might not have noticed if he weren't looking for it, wasn't already prepared for this, the sickly sweet scent of arousal.

If he was being honest with himself, and honesty was a rare and slippery beast in Matt's head, he knew he would end up regretting flirting with this girl. Hell, he was practically regretting it already. The doms that picked him up at frat parties were hardly ever any good, definitely not the type who knew anything about proper BDSM etiquette, and he almost always ends up uncomfortably picking up his clothes afterward a little too stiff and hazy without aftercare.

"Hey there," cooed an unfamiliar voice, cutting through his thoughts. "Friends dumped ya, huh? Me too." A lie.

"Ha," he responded, short, dry, "yeah. Dunno where he wandered off to..." He trailed off, knowing how small and vulnerable it made him sound. He was anything but vulnerable (well, emotionally maybe, but he stuffed those feelings right back into the vault they came from) but part of the fun was embracing the role. The stranger stood just a hair too close, almost possessive. Confident. Matt knew this game well.

"I hope you don't mind different company," she offered, inching closer still. "Couldn't help but notice an adorable guy like you alone back here."

"Oh! Uh, of course not." Matt gave a smile he hoped came across as shy, sheepish. "And thank you."

The stranger giggled a little. "No problem, sweetie. Can I get you another drink?" she asked, noting that he'd hastily drained the rest of his beer.

"I'm alright," he responded, almost bored.

She nodded, and he could sense the exact moment she decided to go all in. "You know, we could head back to my place if you're sick of standing here alone. I can show you a better time than this sweaty hellhole." He could hear her heartbeat pick up, worried he'd refuse, and the illusion of overt confidence was ruined for him. It usually was from the start, so he had to give this girl at least a little credit. He rubbed a hand through the scruff on his chin, then through the hair at the base of his neck. He didn't really want to go home with her. He also knew he was going to anyway. Some small part of him hoped knowing that this stranger wanted him would boost his tattered self esteem, carried over from a past he didn't care to think about at the current moment.

"Yeah?" was his response, half flirtation, half surrender. He was already resigned to the miserable rest of the night.

She opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by a very pissed-looking Foggy.

"Hey, Matt!" he said, trying to appear calm but failing miserably, at least from Matt's perspective. Foggy knew how these things tended to go, what this girl wanted out of him. He wasn't exactly fond of people taking advantage of Matt. Matt may have stretched the truth a little when he recounted his "dates", pushing more heavily on the aspect of feeling pressured into it rather than looking for meaningless sex to fill the hole in his heart. But, hey, he was allowed to keep some things to himself.

"Hey, Fog," said Matt, tiredly.

"Oh, hi." The girl shifted, as if sizing Foggy up.

"I don't mean to interrupt," Foggy said, "but I'll have you know Matt happens to be mine already, so beat it."

"Oh!" the girl said, startled. "I, uh, didn't know."

Foggy laughed, and Matt was sure that even someone without super senses would catch that it was forced. "Yeah, no worries. I'll be taking my boy home now, if you don't mind."

The girl smiled, genuine and a little embarrassed, and said "Of course." Foggy grinned toothily back, draping an arm over Matt's shoulders to guide him away, and something in Matt's gut twisted.

(lordt help me i coudln't resist)

Matt's been passed out on her couch for the past two hours. He's not in any immediate danger, but she sure as hell wasn't going to let him limp home in that condition, and she'd convinced him to stay the night. After she'd made sure he had a reasonable dose of (swiped) pain meds in him and a blanket, she'd gone back to bed. It was around 4am when she heard shuffling footsteps outside her door.

She'd told him not to get up lest he pop the stitches she just put in, but she couldn't say she was surprised he hadn't listened. She heard him fumbling with the doorknob and resolved to go put him back to bed.

She got up, crossing the room just as Matt opened the door, shuffling into the room looking uncharacteristically disoriented.

"Uh, hey, Matt?" she prompted, moving closer. He looked eerily inhuman in the dim orange light from the streetlamps coming in through the window.

Matt made a noise like a grunt, muttering something afterward that she couldn't decipher.

"Matt?" she asked again, quietly.

"Don' worry dad... 'm gonna patch you up..." Matt mumbled, staggering forward a few more steps. "Gonna... good as new, promise..."

Claire gaped, then the pieces clicked. He's gotta be sleepwalking.

"Hey, hey, Matt, why don't you go back to bed?" She tried to gently guide him back out of the room, hoping he'd heard her, but he kept talking undeterred.

"No, no... No dad c'mon... you're... gonna be okay... always gettin' back up..."

Claire swallowed hard. Matt sniffled, seeming distressed. Claire felt like she was violating his privacy somehow, learning intimately personal details without his knowledge. She took a breath and decided she would deal with the moral consequences of all of this in the morning.

"Almost there," she said, if only to herself. Matt had gone silent, just rocked back on his heels, rooting himself when she tried to get him to sit back down on the couch. His hands were moving, clutching at the air, making repetitive motions she couldn't figure out.

She finally got Matt to go back to sleep, wondering if he'd remember this when he came out of his drugged sleep.

Aww, man. What a beautiful, heartbreaking start

A!A: Oh gosh I'm so glad you like it so far!! (Especially the Butcher!Foggy... it's one of my faves, too, and I didn't want him to be passive in this fic!)

And I'm super happy you liked Matt, because he was the one I found harder to write, honestly. There's more of him and his guilty struggles in the next part (which I'm about to post!). The unintentional stalking will start in part 3 ;)

A!A here - I realize I didn't clarify what the timeline was before, whoops! I'm still ironing it out, but it's sometime early in s1
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The next day, Matt pulls himself out of bed, throws on the first suit he finds in the closet, and pointedly doesn't think about the night before as he calls a cab. The ache of fresh bruises and the smell of his favorite donuts keep him occupied on the way to the office. He decides, carefully shifting in the taxi, that none of the new marks are in danger of peeking out of his suit, so Karen won't have a reason to stare at him worriedly. Lately she's been a bit less accepting of his excuses.

"Karen?" he says as he opens the door. He knows she's there, but since she doesn't always beat him to the office, it's good to ask for appearances.

"Morning, Matt." There's a smile in her voice.

He also takes it as a win that she doesn't get up and try to help him. It took a while for her to stop hovering in case he needed her assistance in the office. Even outside of it he tends to ignore her hesitant hand in favor of his cane. Sometimes he thinks it's because he already has to rely on her to call out any obvious lies about pictures or anything printed regardless of whether he can hear the stutter or a guilty heart or not. He does have genuine affection for her, though. He smiles in her direction and returns the greeting.

"I can make coffee if you want it," she offers.

He shakes his head. She's a good partner, but he can still vaguely smell her last attempt at coffee from a few days back. It's not pleasant. "I've got it. Could you plate these?" He holds out the box of donuts he got on his way, and she fusses with them, putting two on a napkin on his desk while he deftly measures out the grounds. It's a pretty casual morning at his tiny firm right up until he can't focus himself anymore.

Their fingers touch when he hands her a mug. She smiles again and thanks him, but his own smile is distracted as he heads into his office. He should be working on one of the tenement cases he's handling right now, and he even pulls out the Braille paperwork for it with the intent of scanning it for a loophole or two. However, when he runs his fingers over the lines, it's useless. That brief slip of skin against skin reminded him of when he brushed against the man's hand as he gave him his fallen bag, and that reminds him of everything he was trying to ignore.

In the end, the only thing that gets him on track again is Karen squealing at her desk.

He opens his door and leans against the frame. "Is everything okay?"

"That was Mr. Boyd," she says, nearly out of breath in her excitement. "His landlord finally agreed to pay for the water damage!"

It makes him grin, because Mr. Boyd was desperate and practically out of hope, but it's also a bit unsettling that he didn't hear the conversation.

She settles down quickly. "Matt?"

He cocks his head and gives her what he hopes is a reassuring smile. "Karen?"

"Could we... could we go to Josie's later? To celebrate." The tone of her voice tells him that she doesn't expect he'll agree. He turned her down the last three times, after all, and he should turn her down again, because the streets aren't going to be quiet just to let him drink.

But he doesn't want to lose this friendship, no matter how tenuous it is. "Why not," he says, holding out an arm for her to guide him.

It makes her perk up, and the arm she locks with his is warm.

(He forces himself not to think about how much thinner and firmer it is than the man's arms were.)

---

Daredevil avoids that block of Hell's Kitchen for nearly four full days.

---

The second time they meet is on the fourth night.

The streets are quiet when Foggy goes to close up. Careful not to jostle his bruised ribs, he flips the sign on the door over and shuffles to the back room to double check the fridges and wash up. Most of his customers were understanding about his injuries and how they slowed down his service, and a few of them (Jody included) stopped by with little care packages as soon as they'd heard, but he still insisted on running things as close to normally as possible, which includes checking everything before closing. (It helped that his parents 'forced' his sister to come down at help at the counter for a few hours every day.)

He's almost ready to lock the door and leave when someone comes in.

"We're closed," Foggy says, turning the key in the register. He doesn't look up until they're rounding the counter.

"Yeah? Well I think you have time for me," the person says, and of course, he's got a gun.

Foggy throws his hands in the air. "Really, man?"

The robber sneers and comes closer. "Just give me all the bills in the register, and you can go on home."

"Alright, alright. Just, do me a favor and lower the gun, okay?"

The gun stays up, and the robber gives him a hard shove.

Foggy grimaces as he pulls away from the hard edge of the counter and opens the register again. If the guy didn't have a gun, Foggy would grab the bat under the counter, but it doesn't look like luck is on his side today.

Until he sees the dark figure easing the door open, that is. It's the Devil again, and Foggy can't help but let out a snort of hysterical laughter, because this is the second time in less than a week that this guy's playing hero to his damsel. (If you ask him, he'll say he makes a kickass damsel, though.)

His laughter distracts the robber, who looks over just in time to get a fist to the face. The Devil drops him on the floor, unconscious without a fight.

Foggy sags against the counter with a slight wince as he leans again developing bruises. He absently realizes he's shaking. "You do that again, and I might have to give you a gift certificate or something, man."

The Devil doesn't respond, but he does get into Foggy's space and steady him against the counter, gently running hands along his sides like he did the last time they met until he accidentally pushes Foggy's tender back against the counter too firmly.

Foggy winces and then startles as the Devil turns him around. "Hey, we haven't even exchanged names or anything," he quips.

---

Even as it hits him how inappropriate he's being, Matt finds himself unwilling to step back. "You're injured," he says shortly. He's happy that the man can't see the embarrassed flush that burns across his cheeks.

"It's probably just a bruise. Dickwad shoved me when I didn't give him the money right away." There's a pause, but Matt doesn't respond, because he can tell by the pattern of the man's breath that he wants to say something more. "It's Foggy, by the way."

His hands stall on the man's hips, his right thumb just brushing the edge of what feels like a nasty bruise in the making. "Foggy?" He can feel the man's heartbeat through his skin. It's fast, nervous, but it calms a little as it pulses along his fingers. (Privately, Matt thinks he could leave his hands there forever, and that's startling.)

"Me. It's what people call me?" The man - Foggy - twists his head back to look at Matt.

With a small nod, Matt lets go of his hips so that Foggy can turn around. He's careful to keep his hands loose rather than fisted. The last thing he needs is for the man to pick up on how he wants to put his hands back on those hips, which had a curiously wonderful give to them. If he pressed hard enough, he'd surely still feel the bone underneath, but the gentle touch he used so as not to press any sore spots meant that all he felt was the slight curve of fat there. It was... soothing, in a weird way. The only people he tended to touch by the hips were his one-night stands, and they were all compact. (Skinny like models, a few of his law school classmates had whispered enviously when they thought he couldn't hear.) Foggy felt so different.

"So, you got a name, Mr. Dark-and-Mysterious?"

Matt can't help but smirk. "Most people call me the Devil."

"Yeah, but doesn't that get awkward? Like, don't you ever get looks at the doctor's office?" Foggy shifts awkwardly, like he knows he's made an awful joke but is determined to see it through.

It's endearing. No one jokes like this with him. He holds Karen too far away for her to be comfortable enough to do so, and even Claire, who knows him better than most anyone (and isn't that sad, seeing as they never meet for conversation), doesn't allow herself to get too familiar with him. He's dangerously close to lingering here for too long. "Foggy isn't your real name, either."

And then, thankfully, he hears a mugging three blocks over.

"I need to go," Matt says. He really, really needs to; it's been getting even more surprisingly difficult to not reach out to Foggy the longer he stays. He strides over to the door. "Call the cops to collect him."

"Wait -"

---

He can still hear Foggy's heartbeat as he heads over the roofs.

Part two is up! :)

Shield offers to restore Daredevil's sight if he does a deep cover mission. This one's sort of inspired by that weird Flying Blind storyline, where Matt volunteers to go deep undercover and Shield not only rewire his brain, but also restores his sight. So, I got to thinking, if they have the technology, why not let him keep his sight afterwards?

I'm not really looking for a repeat of that particular storyline. Keep him in the Kitchen. Just want him to go undercover and keep his sight afterwards. If you want, you can have them rewire his brain - maybe he bumps into Foggy, but doesn't know him? Maybe he tells Foggy that he's never seen him before? LOL (Because he hasn't!) Maybe it's post season 2 and they haven't seen each other for a while and Foggy has been worried because Matt fell off the grid. His apartment is being sublet to some college kids and no one seems to know where Matt is. He'd heard Daredevil teamed up with the Avengers, but hasn't heard of any recent Daredevil sightings. Foggy is scared at what a depressed Matt could get up to on his own and realizes he really misses his friend. So, Foggy starts looking into Matt's "doppelganger" because something feels off about the whole situation and there can't just be some random stranger that looks like him. Not the same haircut - maybe it's long like how they had Tristian's hair in Star Dust? Maybe give him an accent? Have him be new to Hell's Kitchen? (Yet, somehow he's great at traveling over it's rooftops...) Also, of course, he can see, so that should rule him out, but.... Anyway, somehow Foggy is mixed up in the mission somehow so Shield can't just tell him to vamoose and deep cover Matt doesn't know what to make of him, but he's been having some odd dreams lately...

Feel free to get shippy "Matt/Foggy" with it, or just "Matt & Foggy".

Oooh, yes. OP here and this is great. I love how Matt's going along with meaningless sex because he doesn't think he's worthy of the effort for a dom to get to know him and have a real relationship with him, but he's letting Foggy think it's more about feeling pressured. And how it isn't really a relief when Foggy rescues him.

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Daredevil Prompt Post #11

Stripper night porn Matt/Foggy

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Fill - The Gift - 20/? - Frank/Maria/Matt - slave au

FILL- Part 7/9 The Gospel According to St. Matthew, Matt/Murdock/Steve Rogers angsty fic

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The AU where Jack gets remarried...

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Shield offers to restore Daredevil's sight if he does a deep cover mission

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