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Daredevil Prompt Post #11

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/5445092

Sorry, no, this is just plain delusional. It's this weird possessive, competitive thinking that I've seen kill kink memes before.

No one is robbing your precious prompts of attention just because other prompts are being posted. That's not how kink memes work. No one sees a new prompt and is like "well, it looks like all the other prompts that were posted before this have just been erased from my memory!". Also, your anonymous kink prompts aren't some kind of intellectual property where everyone else has to wait for the patent to run out before they can do anything with it.

If you don't like a prompt, just don't respond to it. The end. There's nothing inherently wrong with modified prompts whether they're posted now or ten pages later. There's nothing inherently rude about doing it in the first place at all.

NA

Well said.

Daredevil gets trapped in a dreamscape or some weird limbo dimension. Someone with a close bond with Matt is needed to drag him out of it, but no one around seems to have a strong enough connection to Matt to pull it off.

Eventually someone who knows Matt at least a little bit (Karen? Claire?) suggests calling Foggy.

+ 10 - there’s some hesitancy to call Foggy because he and Matt still aren’t on the best of terms after the closing of Nelson and Murdock. There's a concern their bond might be too fractured to be useful.

+ 100 - once Foggy’s inside the dreamscape, he does find Matt who’s maybe not entirely aware of what’s going on. They get to talk.

+ 10000 - Matt is even more tactile than usual in the dreamscape; like, if Foggy sits down next to him to talk, Matt will reach for Foggy's hand and start distractedly playing with his fingers or something. Stuff he’d stop himself from doing (or saying) in the conscious world.

Posting prompts inspired by a previous one is the best alternative to prompt hijacking, and I will always encourage it. There is absolutely nothing wrong with going, 'I love this, but what about...' and making a new prompt out of it.

Give me all the Mom Murdock prompts

Im screaming yes PLEASE

*Matt thinks about taking him to service dog school, but somehow his new dog seems to understand a bunch of commands already!*

*When they go on walks, dogFrank growls at people who try to pet him, because you are NOT supposed to pet service dogs without permission*

*Frank's appreciation of Foggy grows when he starts sneaking him good treats, and Karen is the only one he lets scratch his belly*

I can imagine Pitbull!Frank growling menacingly at Foggy and bullying him into giving him treats.

Ooooooooh. I'm liking where your mind's at, OP.

Karen: "Oh my gosh, you guys know who your dog reminds me of?"

Frank: *oh thank god, bless you-- *

Karen: "Brett!"

Frank: *MOTHERFU--

A03 link for easier reading: http://archiveofourown.org/works/6767992

To be clear, I love the idea of anybody showing Claire appreciation – she deserves ALL the appreciation. Like an entire parade of people. I'm just not confident of my Foggy voice, so I wrote this one and hope somebody else writes the Foggy one, because that sounds adorable (also make them kiss pls and thank)
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Claire almost doesn't open the door. He's a large, intimidating figure through her peephole, dark in the crappy lighting in the hallway, his face further shadowed by a black ballcap.

It's late afternoon, she's only just woken up after her post-nightshift sleep. Was looking forward to turning over for another hour of snoozing. She does not feel up to vigilante bullshit right now - as if she ever does. And he doesn't look like he's bleeding out on her doorstep.

But. He's carrying a bulging bag of groceries from her local supermarket. And as if he senses her looking at him - she wouldn't put it past him - he looks up and directly at the peephole, letting the light fall on his face.

He looks better than the last time she saw him, a week ago. The cut she stitched up is healing well and the bruises are nearly faded.

She's curious enough about why he'd be here, in daytime, ostensibly not in need of her help, that she sighs and opens the door, keeping it on the chain.

His eyes widen a little when he takes in her sleep-mussed hair, her sweatpants and old tee.

"Did I wake you?" he says, voice soft and low, not as gruff as she remembers. "Didn't think of your shifts, if I--" he makes a motion as to leave, making the offer.

She studies his face a long moment. He does look better, the blood washed off, shaven. He's not in the armour. And she's still curious about the groceries.

"Why'd you come?" she asks, stifling a yawn behind her hand. "Don't look like you're bleeding."

"I, uh--" he looks like he's regretting whatever impulse brought him to her doorstep. Rubs the back of his neck. "Wanted t'say thanks. For--" he gestures in the direction of his forehead, where she stitched the wound he couldn't manage himself.

"..say thanks with groceries?" she asks, feeling herself smile a little. This is... this is new, is what it is. People acknowledging that she deals with their cloak and dagger shit in the deep of the night, cleans their bloodstains from her apartment after.

"'f you want," he says. Hesitates. "Thought I could cook for you. If you like."

If you'd asked Claire how she imagined the Punisher to say 'thank you for patching me up' her first answer would have been 'not' and then she would have thought of something heavy-handed and invasive. Waking up to flowers on her kitchen table maybe, or hell, the body of an enemy on her doorstep.

Not this careful offer of making her dinner, mindful of her boundaries and ready to take no for an answer if she didn't want him in her space.

"Mm. That sounds... yeah," she says after a moment. Closes the door far enough to take off the chain, and then opens it to let him in.

She'd forgotten how much space he takes up, even once he's taken off his jacket and draped it over the back of a kitchen chair. He's not even that tall, just has a lot of presence. He puts down the groceries and says

"Bolognese or Chana Masala, ma'am?" and she blinks for a moment at the surreality of this before she realises he's offering her the choice.

"Ate bolognese the other day," she shrugs, because if somebody is going to cook for her she honestly doesn't care much what it is.

"Chana Masala then?"

She yawns again as she nods, and his lips quirk up a little.
"Don't need ta... this'll take a while. If you wanna take a nap, I'll wake you when it's ready."

On the one hand she kind of doesn't want to miss the strange spectacle of the Punisher in her kitchen, cooking her a meal. On the other hand she's still sleepy, not quite caught up on sleep hours after her 36 hour shift. And waking up to a home cooked meal honestly sounds amazing. So she compromises and brings her pillow over to the couch, curling up comfortably while she watches him move around in her little kitchen.

He's humming quietly as he inspects her pans and pots, taking the largest one. Rummages in the groceries and takes out a couple of bags of spices, measuring something from each and mixing it together in one of her cereal bowls. He doesn't seem to have a recipe to reference to, and only belatedly she considers that he's apparently a good cook. It seems strange, ill-fitting with what she knows of his.. activities as the Punisher. A piece from the man he used to be, maybe. She can't imagine he has much occasion for cooking, these days.

She shouldn't feel this comfortable with a known killer in her kitchen, but she strangely does, and dozes off to the small, domestic sounds of onions getting chopped.

Claire half-wakes a while later to the smell of fried onions and garlic, and she watches sleepily as he adds the bowl of spices to the pan, stirring it into the mix. The scent fills her entire apartment, and she makes an appreciative sound.

He hears, and shoots her a small grin.

Claire snoozes some more.

The next time she wakes he is sitting at her kitchen table, reading a book. The pan is bubbling on the stove, and the kitchen looks like he's washed up the prep stuff already. There's one place set at the table, and she blinks herself into wakefulness.
"You're not staying?" she rubs at her face, trying to wake up properly.

"Point was to cook for you," he shrugs. "Didn't want to..."

Impose? Assume?

"Looks like there's plenty," she says, ambling to the kitchen. The food smells amazing, and there's a flatbread sitting ready to go in the preheated oven. She slides in the bread, her stomach definitely coming awake at the scents.

"Yeah, it's not really a recipe for small batches," he nods from where he's sitting. "Seem to recall it freezes well though."

"Been a while since you had it yourself?" she asks, and then regrets it, because his eyes lose their animated shine. Memories of his family, of course.

She leaves him to it for a little while, goes to the bathroom, ties back her hair. Then she comes back and adds a plate and cutlery for him, and he gets up to take the bread out of the oven.

They don't talk as they eat, except for small comments about the food. He warns her about the whole cardamon pods. It's delicious and she tells him so. Having a home-cooked meal with Frank Castle is strangely comfortable.

"Used to dream about cooking this. When I was overseas," he says when he is doing the dishes.

"Cooking dreams?" she smiles.

"Yeah, it's uh-- spend that long eating MREs and chow hall food, you start to really miss... it's a sensory thing. And bein' in control of what you want to eat, I guess."

"That makes sense," she nods, eyeing the five portions that are cooling down before they go into the freezer. "Hey, if you start missing it again..." she shoots him a grin, "no need to get yourself cut up first, all right?"

He barks a rusty laugh.

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And because food stories aren't complete without recipe: http://smittenkitchen.com/blog/2010/02/chana-masala/

The moment where the spices go into the pan does indeed smell like magic.

Five times Foggy was right about something (even if he maybe didn't want to be) and one time he was wrong.

oh god

if frank or foggy does this, matt will feel so BETRAYED the next day

but in the moment, he gets more and more confused and tries harder to think but that just makes the sparks of arousal arc and enflame across him, and he's whimpering and can't take his fingers out of his ass but he can't come and oof

Recs are a wonderful thing. (And Beautiful Crime is a fabulous story.) So thank you, but I have already read everything in this pairing tag on Ao3.

(All three pages of it. Come on guys, let's add some content to the 'Search Results' in the Matt/Natasha tag.)

"Well, regardless of rather or not I'd have said it before, I'm saying it now."

Matt could hear the confidence in Frank's voice, and that was literally the only thing that reminded him that Frank was still Frank in every way. He believed in what he was saying one hundred percent. He had conviction and strength, even when he was absolutely supposed to be uncertain.

"I guess that's fair..."

Focusing in on Frank's heartbeat, Matt could hear that it was thumping at a million miles per minute. He was so afraid, so excited, and so determined. He inhaled, exhaled and then Matt's senses all blurred for a moment.

Then Frank's lips were on his. Matt felt everything go black inside and out for a moment.

Matt had no idea what he was supposed to do, but he knew exactly what he wasn't supposed to be doing. He wasn't supposed to be kissing Frank back, enjoying the brush of his soft, gentle lips. Why were his lips so gentle and sweet? It felt perfect, tender and warm and...

"Wait, stop!" he yelled. "Stop, please!"

Frank pulled back, looking at him, literally staring him down.

"Why? Don't you want..."

"That is the problem," Matt said harshly. He then winced, because his own words were so vicious, so cold. He realized, however, that he did want Frank. He had been dealing with his attraction to The Punisher for months now, but now that Frank wasn't that man anymore - it was even harder to just push those lingering thoughts away. "I want, Frank. I really am attracted to you, but I can't."

"Why not? Is there someone?"

"No, no..." Matt murmured. "I want, but I know that when you come back, when you're you, that it's just going to hurt us both. Sorry. I'm so sorry..."

"I don't understand!" Frank was visibly frustrated. "Tell me how we met."

"We have to go back a bit further than that..." Matt whispered, afraid of what was going to happen.

cw in this section: anxiety attacks, more hints of past abuse

Matt needed help. It hit him as he listened to Frank taking a shower in the other room. It had been near murder to try and get the man to shower without explicit orders, and he was downright terrified. He needed help and he didn't know who to go.

That was one of the major issues that came with having nobody at all. Matt thought about going to church, to try and find some answers with God, but he immediately dismissed that idea. He couldn't leave Frank alone.

He called Karen, but she didn't answer. He thought about calling Foggy, briefly, but the discomfort of what he was enduring with Frank was already too much. He could not take the added pain of talking to his former best friend, he just couldn't.

Eventually, he got into contact with Claire. The nurse had moved and quit her job, but he still had her contact number.

"You only call me when it's an emergency, do you understand?" she had told him. "You better be missing a limb, Daredevil."

Well, he wasn't missing a limb, but he was caught in a cycle of panic that he could not escape. His heart was beating too fast and he needed someone who could help.

"What's going on?" she asked. It wasn't exactly the best way to answer a phone call, but he could not blame her, given all of the things that he'd put her through in the time since they'd met. "Matt...are you there?"

"I'm here, Claire," he murmured. "I'm fine. I'm not hurt. I just really need help and I don't know who to turn to..."

"What is it?"

"Did you hear about Frank Castle?"

"No," she murmured. "What is it?"

Matt laughed anxiously. Of course she hadn't heard about it.

"He got released into slavery," he explained. "The Slave Office invoked a rarely used law that states a defense lawyer can take possession of a client in case of that client's conviction. I took him. I really didn't have a choice."

To his surprise, she didn't argue with that.

"He'd have been tortured and killed otherwise," she said evenly. "Matt, this doesn't make him a good person, though, or someone you can trust. I mean, I still remember what it was like when he shot up the hospital..."

"I know that," Matt said quickly, although he tried hard not to sound dismissive. "Really, I do. I just... I don't know what to do right now and I thought you might have insight..."

"What about your friends?" she asked.

When he didn't answer immediately, he heard her soft disappointed sound. Immediately, Matt was ashamed. Claire had known that he was throwing everything away, but she had not figured out that yes, he really had.

Claire sighed heavily and then spoke up again.

"I don't know much about slave training," she admitted out loud. "I know that it's horrible and violent and that slaves rebel sometimes, but not enough for me not to be terrified of even thinking about what they do at the Slave Office."

"I don't really want to know either," Matt admitted. "He's skittish and afraid of crossing me specifically. That indicates that they trained him to know that I owned him..."

"Christ," Claire murmured, breathing deeply. Matt could hear her anxieties and he felt awful for burdening her with yet another problem. "You're going to be have to be really gentle with him. Have you ever dealt with abuse victims before? I mean, as a lawyer or...not a lawyer..."

"Yes, a few times," Matt murmured.

"I think that your best bet is going to be treating him like any other victim of abuse or trauma," Claire replied. Her words sounded awkward, like she was thinking through things as she spoke. "Be gentle and encouraging, and try to spark up very casual conversation."

Matt nodded. It was simple advice, but at least Claire was thinking rationally. He knew she was right. He did have to handle Frank like an abuse case, even if it was an exceptional one.

"Thank you," he said. "I didn't want to call, but I'm just...freaked out."

"It's okay Matt."

Matt sighed, and that was when he heard the shower turn off.

"He's getting out of the shower," he said. "I need to go."

He hung up, quickly.

Frank came into the room quickly.

"You feel better now?" Matt asked, finding his casual tone to be rather awkward.

"Yes sir," Frank said gruffly.

"Good," Matt said gently. "I'm sure that you really didn't have a lot of opportunity to get cleaned up nicely before."

Frank then stopped moving altogether. For a second, it was like his breathing had stopped too. He dropped down onto his knees, curled up into himself and his breathing started again, a rapid, terrified sound that Matt didn't understand. Then he realized.

Frank was panicking.

"Cleaned up nicely" Frank thinks that Matt's going to rape him, doesn't he? And Matt just finished hearing that he needed to be careful and gentle with him.

op here
omg i'm biting my nails
this is such a stressful and difficult situation for both of them. and ofc frank thinks now matt's going to sexually abuse him, whereas matt is waaay in over his head.

Hmm, perhaps.
Thank you :D

it really is. So glad you liked!

Wilson Fisk is the Kingpin and Daredevil is his assassin/bodyguard. Frank Castle is the guy Fisk calls in when he wants to make a bloody statement against whatever group has crossed him. Foggy was the public defender that got Fisk acquitted the first time around and now Fisk will never let him go.

Sometimes, when Matt or Frank do a particularly good job, he lends them his pet lawyer. After all, the guy’s got a mouth on him, might as well put it to good use outside the courtroom.

Twisted!Matt, Twisted!Frank and helpless!Foggy, please and thank you!

Bonus if Matt and/or Frank are actually pretty fond of Foggy, even if it doesn’t make them stop the sexual favors.

Double bonus if Matt and Frank are together and like to share Foggy between them.

Triple bonus if Matt and Frank end up killing Fisk and absconding with Foggy.

hrm, what kind of things do you think matt and frank like to do to foggy--individually, and with each other?

OP

I like to think it starts with blow jobs. Matt and Frank just fucking Foggy’s face whenever they’re allowed, blowing off steam, etc. Not even caring whether Foggy gets off or not. As time goes on, though, Matt starts to gentle. He actually spends time in the same room as Foggy when Fisk has his meetings. He starts being kind to Foggy when Fisk isn’t paying attention, little things like helping Foggy when he trips, or handing him a pen when he needs one.

And Foggy, so desperate for kindness, responds by giving the best damn blow jobs he can, making it so good for Matt and Matt has a revelation that hey, the sex is way better when Foggy is into it. So he jacks Foggy off one day after getting sucked off and just loves the noises Foggy makes, the way he clings to Matt.

Meanwhile, Matt and Frank have a weird, rough sex thing going on, not quite a relationship but not-not a relationship. Then one day, they both get ordered to kill a gang for Fisk and when they get back from their murder spree, Fisk lends them both Foggy at the same time, for all night.

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Daredevil Prompt Post #11

Re: Matt/Natasha

(frozen comment) Re: Frank + Claire, showing appreciation and thanks

(frozen comment) Re: Frank + Claire, showing appreciation and thanks

matt/foggy, Trapped In A Dreamscape

(frozen comment) Re: Frank + Claire, showing appreciation and thanks

Re: Protective Mrs Muderdock, gen/any

Re: Matt is the Barton's long distance boyfriend, Matt/Bartons

Re: Frank Castle gets turned into a Pitbull, Daredevil laughs his ass off, gen or Matt/Frank

Re: Frank Castle gets turned into a Pitbull, Daredevil laughs his ass off, gen or Matt/Frank

Re: Gen - Musical time! (Matt/Foggy or Frank/Foggy OK, too)

Re: Frank Castle gets turned into a Pitbull, Daredevil laughs his ass off, gen or Matt/Frank

Re: Fill: Matt's not sleeping (Matt/Foggy) Part 3/3--AO3 link

FILL: Afternoon Visit | Re: Frank + Claire, showing appreciation and thanks

5 times Foggy was right (and one time he was wrong), Matt/Foggy

Re: Mindfuck hypnosis, inspired by an earlier prompt

Re: Matt/Natasha

Fill - Built on Memories - 8/? - Matt/Frank

Fill - The Only Man - 5/? - Frank/Matt - slave!au

Re: Fill - The Only Man - 5/? - Frank/Matt - slave!au

Re: Fill - The Only Man - 5/? - Frank/Matt - slave!au

Re: Fill - The Only Man - 5/? - Frank/Matt - slave!au

Re: Fill - The Only Man - 5/? - Frank/Matt - slave!au

Fisk’s pet lawyer, noncon, sexual slavery, Foggy/Matt, Foggy/Frank

Re: Fisk’s pet lawyer, noncon, sexual slavery, Foggy/Matt, Foggy/Frank

Re: Fisk’s pet lawyer, noncon, sexual slavery, Foggy/Matt, Foggy/Frank