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Daredevil Prompt Post #11

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Matt asks Frank to punish him for fucking up Nelson and Murdock while he reconciles with Foggy (because Foggy won't).

Frank decides to do this via a session of forced orgasming, where he makes Matt have an orgasm by each method that he can, making him sob and beg as he gets more and more overstimulated. Matt can orgasm by:

nipples
receiving oral
receiving rimming
being finger-fucked
being fucked by a nubbly, textured dildo
being fucked by a vibrator
receiving a handjob
being ridden
being fucked by Frank
being spanked

So I know a lot about suicide/depression but not so much about catholicism, so sorry for any inaccuracies or errors!

same TWs as above

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Foggy is not amused when his phone starts screaming at him early Sunday morning. Well, maybe not screaming at him per se and maybe not early per se, but he’s hungover, leave him alone.

“Hello?” Foggy mumbles into his phone.

“Hello, is this Franklin?”

Who the hell…?

No.

He can only think of one reason Matt’s priest/therapist would be calling him and his heart feels like it’s in his throat, his stomach dropped down to his feet.

“What’s wrong with Matt?” Foggy manages past the growing lump in his throat.

“I was hoping you could tell me, Franklin. He didn’t show up for Mass this morning for the first time in months. I had hoped he had reconciled with you or at least reached out to you if he had been thinking about doing something… dire.”

Something dire? Sure, Matt has depression, but he’s a stubborn son-of-a-bitch and he wouldn’t go out like that. Would he? Foggy’s not so sure now. Elektra left him again, this time permanently, and he, Foggy Nelson, had allowed Matt to push him out of his life.

“Fuck,” is all Foggy get’s out before he hangs up, pulling on pants and a shirt, grabbing Matt’s spare key that he hadn’t been able to bring himself to return. He hails a cab quickly, shouts Matt’s address at the driver and calls Matt for the first time in months.

Voicemail.

Foggy keeps trying because he doesn’t know what else to do, he can’t fly across rooftops and save people like Matt does and isn’t it ironic that now Matt’s the one that needs saving, a bit of manic laughter bubbles up, and can’t this cab go any faster.

*******

“Foggy, Foggy, Foggy, Foggy,” Matt can hear his phone chirping at him as his begins to slip blissfully towards unconsciousness. His lips quirk up in a smile as he thinks, “this is alright. I’m glad Foggy’s voice will be the last thing I hear.”

Matt squeezes his rosary in his hand, feels the crucifix digging into his palm, feels his blood flow quicken with the motion, feels the bliss of finally being done wash over him.

“Forgive me Father for I have sinned. It has been seven days since the confession that will have been my last. I have committed a mortal sin against You and I’m sorry. Father, I just couldn’t keep going anymore. And I’ve saved people, prevented deaths that would have occurred, so that counts for something. Please Father, forgive me for desecrating this gift of life that you gave me, for wasting these gifts; forgive me father for I have sinned…”

He’s at the very edge of consciousness now, approaching critical blood loss, nearing the end. He hopes there’s a place in Heaven for him to be with his father. And really, dying isn’t so bad. He feels like he’s floating away.

“Jesus, fuck, Matty!”

How nice of his brain to have conjured Foggy’s voice blaspheming one last time to ease Matt into death.

Could be his cancer diagnosis...

Or he could get in some terrible accident

Poor Foggy :(

Matt gets to his apartment, slips into his own bed, then falls asleep.

In the morning Matt wakes up, only he’s not in his bed anymore. He’s in Foggy's. Possibly wrapped *around* Foggy who is ALSO still in the bed.

This keeps happening. Because magic.

Bonus: maybe they experiment with it a little? Will Matt go anywhere if he falls asleep in Foggy's bed in the first place?

Double bonus: sleeping with Foggy is actually really soothing for Matt, especially if they get past the weirdness and start getting used to it.

Triple bonus: cuddling? :D

This will maybe get past the hurt part and into comfort some time soon...

Also on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6715930

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“No, no, no, no… Matty what have you done?”

Foggy had gotten no response when he had pounded on the door, his hands shaking so hard he dropped the spare key twice before unlocking the door.

That’s when it hits him. He may not have Matt’s super sense of smell, but the coppery tang of blood is overwhelming. Foggy’s heart tries to leap out of his chest as he races into Matt’s apartment, praying he wasn’t too late.

“Dear God, dear God, fuck…”

Matt’s not in the living room or kitchen and isn’t responding to Foggy’s frantic cries for him. The search through Matt’s tiny apartment doesn’t take long and Foggy finds Matt in a pool of his own blood on those silk sheets he loved.

“Jesus, fuck, Matty!” Foggy could feel tears welling up as the exclamation leaked out, thinking of how Matt should scold him with a quiet, “Language,” and not be lying motionless in an ever growing puddle of blood.

To make things worse, Matt’s lips are turned up in a serene smile, his crucifix clutched tightly in his hand and his glasses set carefully on his bedside table.

It’s only a split second, but to Foggy time stops as he takes in the deep gashes in Matt’s wrists surrounded by a minefield of scabs and scars. How long had this been going on? He sees how pale Matt’s face has gotten, somehow even lighter than he normally was.

A primal cry rips from his throat as he pulls out his cellphone.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”

Foggy realizes he’s incoherently sobbing and he has to stop if Matt has any chance of… no, can’t think of that if he wants to stop horrible wailing coming out of him.

“My friend, he slit his wrists, he tried to kill himself,” Foggy manages to get out before shouting Matt’s address for the second time today. Then he pulls Matt’s limp body into his arms.

The operator tries to get useful information out of Foggy after that, but he has nothing to offer. He has no idea how long ago Matt slit his wrists, but he knows that Matt’s losing blood quickly and he feels a little cold and they need to hurry, now! Foggy grabs the pillowcases to apply pressure to his wrists hoping to staunch the bleeding a little, give his best friend a better chance. It’s as he’s pushing down on Matt’s wrists so hard he’s worried they’ll break that Foggy notices the little scrap of paper resting beside Matt’s hand, soaked in blood. The note is short, in Matt’s terrible handwriting, and Foggy can make it out through the blood.

Foggy – I’m sorry for everything I did to you and Karen. Tell her I’m sorry for me. You deserve so much more and now you’re free of me. I’m sorry and I love you.

Foggy reads it again and again until his tears are too thick to see through. Then he collapses onto Matt and listens to his thin, stuttering heartbeat.

When the EMTs arrive just a few minutes later Foggy is unaware of their presence and they have to pry him away from Matt.

I'm probably projecting too, don't worry. I have/(had hopefully) endogenous depression and while I can remember in my lowest periods thinking of ways I could do it, I always thought it would be easier if someone else would just do it for me (easier for friends, family, the landlord) and easier for me because while I knew I was at that point, I felt guilty about it and if someone else was responsible then that would be one thing I didn't have to feel guilty about.

(I do not and have not ever thought that suicide is something to which blame can be assigned but guilt does not always, especially for a depressive, mean that someone has blamed. It's funny the way the brain works, whenever Matt on show said "that's the Catholicism" regarding guilt, etc., I'd think, "Well, I'm not Catholic but it sounds a whole hell of a lot like depression to me.")

Oh shit yes!

This would be a damn cool character study. Also Matt's response would be something to see.
Also, Foggy asking Karen if this means she's going to be a dad...

really brief mention of attempted sexual coercion in this part, but it's very minor.

Matt goes underneath the little bed at the corner of the room. He rifles underneath, and pulls out an old cardboard shoe box. He stands up and walks over to the end of his bed. He then sits on the floor, cross-legged.

"Sit down next to me," Matt says, quietly.

Frank sits down, watching as the younger boy opens up the box. He takes out a picture. It's a glossy, professional-grade picture of a man - a boxer, obviously. He hands it over to Frank, and Frank takes it.

"I know it's silly to keep this, since I can't see it," Matt admits, a faint redness crossing his face. "But, you can, so I guess that's something. This is my dad."

"Battlin' Jack Murdock," Frank says out loud, reading the caption underneath the photograph. "Was he famous?"

"Sort of. I mean, he lost - a lot. He still had people who were big fans, of course. I was a big fan..."

"You said that he was murdered," Frank murmurs, quietly. He doesn't really know how to bring up things that are delicate, but he cares about Matt, so he tries his best to be sensitive. "Who murders some random boxer?"

"He was involved with bad people," Matt murmurs, sadness in his expression that's just downright heartbreaking. "Mob type people. They wanted him to throw this fight..."

"He didn't."

"No," Matt murmurs, looking down at the box. Inside is everything that he has of his father's, just a few little odds and ends. He picks out a gold ring and turns it over in his hand. "He won. It was one of the best fights I'd ever heard."

Matt lowers his head. The glasses prevent Frank from seeing for sure, but he's pretty sure the kid is crying. It takes a lot for a pre-teen boy to open up and cry in front of someone, but Frank's not about to make fun of him.

"He didn't give up," Frank says, trying to be encouraging, even though he secretly thinks that Matt's father was an idiot. From what Matt was saying, he sounded like he knew he'd get killed if he didn't throw the fight. Doing that to a kid seemed like a shitty thing to do. "He didn't give up on being the best he could be. That's really brave."

"He's my hero, because of all of that," Matt murmurs, shrugging his shoulder. "Do you and your parents get along?"

"We get on okay, sometimes," Frank replies, feeling awkward. He knows that he's lucky to even have parents. "I mean, we fight a lot, especially when I do things like I did with those assholes from earlier. They don't exactly approve of the whole 'solving things with violence' thing."

"I don't think many parents would," Matt says with a nod. "Do you get into fights a lot, Frank?"

Frank thinks about how to answer this. It's hard to say, honestly. One person's version of 'a lot' was different than another's.

"I do sometimes," he says, deciding that is the best answer that he can give. "I mean, I try not to, because getting in trouble sucks, but there are times - like with what happened to you - that I can't exactly help it. It's like...I have to."

"I think you're really brave," Matt says, quietly. He looks down at his hands, but Frank knows that he's not really looking exactly, because he can't. "I think that you're really brave, but it kind of worries me that you could get hurt really badly."

"I won't get hurt," Frank says, insistently. "I promise."

"That's a stupid promise," Matt replies. "My dad used to say: 'if you put yourself in the ring, then you're bound to get hurt.' He was talking about boxing, literally, but there's a deeper meaning there that would make my English teacher proud."

That makes Frank laugh.

"Yeah, I guess your old man had a point," he admits, stretching.

"Have you ever been hurt in a fight?" Matt asks.

"Once or twice," Frank admits. "The last time, this big guy broke my nose."

"What did he do?"

"He was messing with his girlfriend," Frank admits. "They're both seniors. He was trying to get her to...do stuff, that she didn't want to do."

"It's okay, I get what you mean," Matt laughs. "I'm twelve, not two, okay? And that's sick. I'm really glad that you took care of him. You're really good at protecting people who need protecting. You're like a superhero or something like that."

"I could never pull off the suit," Frank says, trying to make light of Matt's words. Even as he tries to make light of them, though, he has to admit to what they mean to him.

Also yes, I don't see him doing anything that will affect bystanders, but picking a fight and making sure he doesn't win or some kind of suicide by cop (especially if a grand gesture of giving the city back to the police were involved, if only in his own head) is something I think would fit - like handing the Punisher arrest to Brett but ... much more.

I think he probably does think that Foggy and Karen either won't care or will at least be better off, but with the myriad ways Matt could kill himself with plausible deniability that that was even his intent, I think he may even want to give Foggy a "win". "You said it would kill me, and you were right."

There has been a couple of occasions writing this that I've skirted dangerously close to the "Suicide is selfish" ridiculousness. That is not something I believe, but I could well see Matt believing it, not of other people necessarily but of himself. But that is maybe projecting again, I never think of other people that way, but when it came to me, I could not stop thinking about how bad other people would feel even though I was convinced they hated me, lol. As I said, depression and sense-making do not necessarily go hand in hand.

Oh this is heartbreaking.

The lead from a pencil, once it was taken out and polished smooth?

A limb of a Polly Pocket?

+1 if only because I'm the OP of the prompt. :)

You know, actually if it's post S2 that makes it even worse, because now Matt doesn't have any support system left, and if Nelson and Murdock have folded and he's seen as the one at fault he's going to have a lot of trouble getting an equivalent job.

+1!

what about a cocksleeve too?

Matt is pretty bendy. Foggy has some serious fun with it.

That's very true; suicide by police brutality would be a total Matt move... And depression totally distorts everything, so I can see Matt buying into a lot of the rhetoric.

the more the merrier

Frank, Matt, Foggy, Karen, and Claire are all contestants on the Great British Bake Off (somehow? maybe it's an international version?).

Frank and Matt develop a weird, competitive, budding relationship through it. Foggy is concerned.

Matt and Karen had found Frank at the bottom of a ditch. Karen had reluctantly called Matt, desperate to find him. When they did, they found that he was unconscious, bloodied, and yet, alive.

Matt could hear the shallow breathing coming from below. He touched Karen on the shoulder, lightly. She flinched a bit and didn't even meet his eyes. It had only been a few short weeks since she'd learned the truth, and he knew for a fact that she wasn't taking it well.

"Is he okay?" she asked, quietly. "I mean, is he ... alive down there?"

"Yes, he's alive," Matt replied. He looked towards Karen. "I'm going down to get him..."

Matt then jumped into the ditch.

Landing easily, he rushed over to Frank's side, kneeling near him. Frank had sustained an obvious, bloody head injury, but other than that, he seemed in decent shape.

He shook Frank's arm, hard.

"Frank, wake up," he demanded. "Wake up!"

Frank groaned, loudly, but slowly came to. Matt could sense his eyes opening, could hear his lids fluttering as he came back into consciousness. He looked straight at Matt and opened and closed his mouth as he tried to speak.

"Frank, what happened?" Matt asked tensely.

Frank tried to sit up, then groaned out in pain.

"What the hell are you?" he asked, falling back to the ground.

"Frank..."

"Frank, who's Frank...can't...reach it."

Frank then passed out again. Matt paused, unsure of how to take the words. Deciding that it wasn't a good time to ask, he picked Frank up, hoisting his limp form against his shoulder, before propelling himself upward and out of the ditch. Karen was waiting for them, staring.

"Matt, what happened?" she asked. "I heard you two talking, but I couldn't hear what you were saying... Did he pass out again?"

"He did," Matt said. "Let's take him to my apartment. Quick, before someone sees us."

Karen followed him to the apartment without a word. Matt carried Frank up the familiar steps, brought him inside and laid him down on his bed. He then felt Karen staring at him, hard.

"What?" he asked.

"Something's bothering you - a lot," she said immediately. "What is it?"

"It's just something he said when we were down in that ditch," Matt admitted. "He sounded confused when I said his name."

"I'm sure it's nothing."

"Yeah, it's always something..."

It was indeed something.

Frank woke up again a few moments later, crying out in pain. Karen and Matt immediately ran into the bedroom.

Frank looked up at them and yelled out.

"What the hell is going on?" he demanded, voice raspy. "Who the hell are you people? Why can't I...why can't I remember?"

"Frank..." Karen said, gently.

"What are you saying?" Frank asked, sitting up. Matt could sense the pain that he was in, but it didn't seem to matter to Frank. He rose above it. "Frank...I can't..."

"Listen Frank," Karen said, taking control of the situation. "Do you remember anything at all? Your name, your age... anything about your life?"

The calm tone of Karen's voice seemed to calm Frank a bit. He sat back against the headboard of the bed. Matt could feel his terror - it came through in the rapid rate of his heart and his breathing. It also came through in the tiniest of whimpers that came from him, inaudible to one without Matt's senses. Frank was terrified and he had no idea what was going on.

"No," he whispered.

"Okay Frank," Karen said, breathing deeply. "Well, my name is Karen and this is Matt. It seems that you got hurt. Something must have made you forget, that's all. Lay back and close your eyes for a minute, okay? Matt and I need to talk about something."

She then dragged Matt out of the room.

"He doesn't remember."

Matt raised an eyebrow.

"Did you really drag me out of there to tell me that?" he asked. "I think I could jump to that conclusion..."

"How does he not remember, Matt?" Karen asked, her voice dark, with no humor whatsoever. "He doesn't remember anything. Not even his own name. How is that even possible?"

"It must be from the head injury," Matt replied, quickly. "I mean, he does have a gash on the back of his head and when we found him he was unconscious."

"This isn't a movie, Matt!" Karen groaned. "I mean, amnesia happens, but it's not going to happen like some movie cliche of 'where am I? who am I?' This just feels unreal..."

"It doesn't matter how it happened," Matt said. He was honestly just as perplexed as Karen. "What matters is that we have Frank now, and he doesn't remember a thing about himself. What are we supposed to do?"

Karen stared at Matt hard. The intensity coming off of her hit him in waves.

"We need to help him recover," she said, firmly.

"You're right..."

Of course she was right. Frank was in their care now, and they had to make sure that he recovered. Of course, Matt's original plan had been to turn Frank in. He was, after all, an escaped convict and a murderer and it was the only right thing to do.

Except he couldn't, at least not yet.

True! It would be worse since now he might not have a choice but gain a new job or marry a stranger vs someone he knows.

I am in love with this idea. <3(Now I need to go finish watching Jessica Jones.)

Am I the only one who thought maybe Ellison had slightly more then just collegial feelings for Ben Urich? I could really go for something about Ellison dealing with his grief after Ben's death, maybe with flashbacks to better times in the past.

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Daredevil Prompt Post #11

Matt/Frank, forced orgasms as punishment

Fill: leave me out with the waste (this is not what I do) 2/?

Re: Something terrible happens to Foggy

Matt keeps waking up in Foggy's bed because magic (m/f)

Fill: leave me out with the waste (this is not what I do) 3/?

Re: Gen, Matt tries to take his life (Discussion of specifics, possible triggers)

Re: Matt/Frank, forced orgasms as punishment

Re: Karen/Frank, mpreg

Fic - Those Who Deserve It - 5/6 - Frank&Matt friendship - teenage AU

Re: Gen, Matt tries to take his life (Discussion of specifics, possible triggers)

Re: Fill: leave me out with the waste (this is not what I do) 3/?

Re: Tiny Frank (Frank/Matt oral play)

Re: Tiny Frank (Frank/Matt oral play)

Re: Repost: Marriage Law: Matt is married off (for his own good) (Forced marriage)

Re: Repost: Marriage Law: Matt is married off (for his own good) (Forced marriage)

Re: Matt shares office space, gen/any

Re: Matt/Frank, forced orgasms as punishment

Flexibility, Matt/Foggy

Re: Gen, Matt tries to take his life (Discussion of specifics, possible triggers)

Re: Matt/Frank, forced orgasms as punishment

Frank/Matt + Foggy, Karen, Claire, GBBO AU

Fill - Built on Memories - 1/? - Matt/Frank

Re: Repost: Marriage Law: Matt is married off (for his own good) (Forced marriage)

Re: Matt shares office space, gen/any

Ellison/Ben Urich