Daredevil Prompt Post #12

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Matt/Anyone or Matt/Frank, Age Play

[(Anonymous)]

Can be Matt/Anyone but I'd love for some Matt/Frank. Can be sexual or not, can go as far as you want, I have no squicks.

All I want is some good old fashioned age play. There's been comments and some prompts on the meme, but I've yet to have my fix. Would love to read anything!

Someone give Matt Murdock a hug

[(Anonymous)]

I don't care who and I don't care how but someone needs to give Matt a goddamn hug

Matt & Foggy, Canon Divergence, Foggy finds out about Matt's abilities

[(Anonymous)]

AU where Foggy finds out about Matt's heightened senses before he becomes Daredevil- probably while they're at college together. Maybe Matt reveals his fighting skills to protect Foggy, or accidentally reveals he heard something he shouldn't of. Or maybe for some reason he even decides to tell Foggy himself, maybe just some spur of the moment thing when something comes up in conversation...

Essentially, I just want lots of focus on Foggy's reaction to this revelation, hopefully more lighthearted than it was in canon since there aren't all of Matt's other secrets surrounding it.

Re: Matt & Foggy, Canon Divergence, Foggy finds out about Matt's abilities

[(Anonymous)]

I’ve never posted before. This is an excerpt from a larger fic I’m writing.
The relevant points for this story are
- Matt and Foggy met as roommates freshman year of undergrad.
- they are staying at Foggy’s parents house during summer break between freshman and sophomore year
- for reasons I won’t go into, Foggy has comforted Matt when things got too overwhelming before
- there is a slur against homosexuals used by the bad guys.

Enjoy and if anyone is still reading these posts, let me know what you think.

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As they grew closer as friends, Matt wanted to share more of his life with Foggy. One day, he invited Foggy to Fogwell’s gym where he worked out. Foggy watched in fascination as Matt pummeled the punching bag. During a pause in the action Matt told his friend, “I could teach you if you like. Come here.” Foggy started to decline but noticed the happiness in his friends face. Matt had so few reasons to be happy, Foggy couldn’t bear to deny him this. “OK, he hesitantly said, “but I warn you I don’t think I’ll be very good.”
“Not with that attitude.” Was Matt’s flippant reply. “Now, let me show you how to make a fist….” By the end of the lesson, Foggy knew how to make a fist and punch in such a way he didn’t break his hand. He was having trouble with the foot positions, movements of his body as he punched, and hitting the target but he was surprised to learn he was actually having fun.
“Thanks Matt” he said with a genuine smile as they started to head back home.
“You’re very welcome Foggy. If you like, we can practice some more this summer. I’ll bet you’ll be a pro by….” Matt suddenly tensed next to Foggy and tilted his head. His expression grew worried and he handed Foggy his duffle bag and drew his hands into fists.
“What’s wrong?” Foggy asked, suddenly nervous as well. It was dark in these streets but they seemed deserted.
Matt hesitated for a moment then said, “There are people in the alley up ahead. Two, no three there and…” He tilted his head around some more and paused to listen “and three behind us following. C’mon, let’s cross the street, maybe there’s still time to avoid them.”
“How can you even know that?!” Foggy hissed as he quickly followed Matt across the street.
Matt looked pained as he pulled his jacket hood up, obscuring his face from view, “Foggy,” he pleaded. “Please trust me. I won’t let….” That was the last thing he was able to say before the three thugs behind them caught up followed shortly by the three in the alley. Foggy did not like these odds, the men looked big and mean. He didn’t think it likely they’d get out of this unscathed, especially since Matt was blind and he’d only just learned how to throw a punch.
“Well, well, what have we got here?” The leader asked as Matt pushed Foggy behind him.
“Looks to me like we have us a couple of fags.” One of the other men said.
“What?!” Spluttered Foggy at the same time Matt said “Leave now and you won’t get hurt.”
Foggy looked at Matt’s back, suddenly startled. The other man had transformed right in front of him and he hadn’t even noticed. Gone was the relaxed posture and hesitancy of walking with the cane. Instead, Matt’s whole body was tense. He was in what Foggy vaguely recognized as a fighting stance and his cane was held out in front of him like a weapon instead of a walking aid. Matt looked like a panther ready to pounce.
The leader laughed in his face. “Now look here you faggot! You are going to give us all your money and then we’re going to take our time with you both, show you what a real man feels like,” He said as his underlings surrounded them.
Matt slowly reached back and pushed Foggy firmly against the wall. “You won’t lay a hand on my friend,” he said, voice low and menacing. “Now, this is your last chance, leave now.”
In response to the threat the leader pounced, aiming a fist at Matt’s face. Matt smoothly parried with his cane then proceeded to whack the side of the man’s head as he brought his cane back to a ready stance. The thug went down and all hell broke loose.

Foggy was having trouble keeping track of what was happening right in front of him. The five other men simultaneously went after Matt, and Matt…. His friend was as cool as a cucumber, parrying left and right, kicking knees in, hitting torsos and faces with his cane, all while standing guard in front of Foggy. Every once in a while one person would try to get through and grab Foggy but Matt somehow always knew, even when he wasn’t facing that direction. He’d quickly dispatch his own opponent, then attack Foggy’s with such ferocity that Foggy thought he was going to kill the other man. It was all over in the span of five minutes. Six people lay still at their feet and Matt, while breathing heavily, didn’t have a scratch on him. Foggy stood stunned before he felt Matt roughly pulling him away. He stumbled along for a few blocks before he found his voice. “What the hell was that?!” He said, his volume increasing with each word. Matt stopped and faced in Foggy’s direction. Foggy was surprised to see the other man looked scared, he hadn’t seemed scared at all just before or during the fight. “Foggy, Foggy, please….” Matt took a deep breath and continued. “Please just trust me for a little longer. Let’s get somewhere safe OK?” As the men walked back to Foggy’s childhood home, Foggy couldn’t help but ask “Are they dead?” This brought Matt up short. He looked at Foggy with deep sadness before replying quietly, “No, they’re just unconscious. A couple of broken bones on some of them but no life threatening injuries.” After this short exchange they stayed quiet all the way back to the house. They went straight to Foggy’s room and closed the door behind them.

“OK Matt, we’re safe.” Foggy said trying to stay calm, “Can you please explain what just happened? How, how did you do that? You’re blind, I’ve seen you struggle to make sense of websites and complain when there are no accessible books for our classes! I’ve helped you match your clothes so you don’t look like a walking eyesore! I know you’re not faking that, so how the fuck can you do that?!” As Foggy spoke his volume increased and Matt’s anxiety increased with it. “Please Foggy, please keep your voice down, I don’t want your whole family to hear!” He implored. Foggy started pacing the small room in an attempt to calm down. He still had a lot of adrenaline coursing through his veins from that altercation. Finally, after 15 minutes he felt calm enough to talk. To Matt’s surprise, Foggy sat down on the bed right next to him. “You’re… You’re not afraid of me?” He whispered, and it broke Foggy’s heart to hear the uncertainty in Matt’s voice. “No Matty,” he replied quietly, taking Matt’s hand. “How could I be afraid of you when you just saved my life? I am confused though, can you tell me how you did that?” Matt thought for a long moment and then nodded his head.
“What I’m about to tell you I never told anyone Foggy, not even my dad. And I’m not sure how to explain it all, so please bear with me.” At Foggy’s slight nod he continued. “Before I start, I need your assurances that you won’t tell anyone. I’m trusting you with my life here Foggy. If anyone found out I… I don’t know what would happen to me.” Matt had taken off his glasses for this conversation and Foggy could tell he meant what he said. Matt genuinely feared for his life if this secret was discovered. “You have my word, I’ll never tell another soul,” he said solemnly.
And so Matt told Foggy his greatest secret. He explained how the chemicals that blinded him also gave him enhanced senses, as he explained his world on fire Foggy interrupted “So you can see?” Matt gave a frustrated huff. “No, no Foggy you’re not listening! Or maybe I’m not explaining it right! Argh! This is so hard!”
“It’s OK Matty, take your time. We’re not going anywhere,” Foggy soothed.
Matt took a deep breath and tried again. He stood up and said “Get behind me please.” Puzzled, Foggy nonetheless complied. “OK,” Matt said, taking in another deep, calming breath and still facing away from Foggy. “I want you to hold up some fingers and I’ll tell you how many.” Foggy held up six. “You’re holding six fingers up, or rather five fingers and a thumb.” Matt said before turning around. As Foggy gaped at him Matt said “I can’t see how you do Foggy, there’s no way a sighted person could have seen that. My senses let me perceive the world all around me. It makes no difference to me if something is behind me or in front of me, I can still detect it just as well, which incidentally, is how I was able to deflect those two goons that tried to grab you. But I still can’t see. Do you understand?”
“I think I’m starting to,” Foggy said thoughtfully. “So, how else is your… vision, for lack of a better word different from mine?”
“Well, as you know I can’t see color, I can’t read a screen either. Books are trickier. Sometimes, if I try really hard I can read the text of a book through touch. Older books are easier because the text is more defined for my senses. The newer printers though, honestly it gives me a headache to try. I can’t read menus because they’re laminated. Um, what else…. Oh, I can detect nods and head shakes sometimes, but I can’t really make out facial expressions. Although sometimes I can guess by other things…. There’s a lot more, it’s not just my hearing that’s enhanced, my sense of spacial awareness, balance, touch, and taste is also enhanced. All of this input allows me to imagine my surroundings such that I can navigate or, or fight if needed. But I can’t actually see out of my eyes, they still don’t work. I have zero light perception.”
“So, how far can you hear?”
“Um… usually several city blocks, more if I concentrate hard enough.” At Foggy’s gasp, he quickly continued, “ You have to understand though Foggy, it all takes focus. I have all this input coming in all the time, nonstop and if I let it all in I’ll go insane. So, I have to filter a lot of it out somehow. I’m not actually listening to all our neighbors all the time.” Matt hesitated before he made his next comment, “I um… I can also hear and smell things in… in a close by body as well.” He finished in a rush.
Foggy’s heartbeat predictably sped up at that. “What do you mean?” He asked.
“Well, I can self diagnose broken vs fractured or bruised bones in myself, and in others. I can also detect very precisely where a bullet or other foreign object is lodged in my body which will enable me to safely remove it and stitch up the wound. I can tell if I have a concussion or internal bleeding.”
For what seemed like the thousandth time that day Foggy found himself gaping at his best friend. “You, you sound like you’re speaking from personal experience there buddy,” he said hesitantly. Matt just shrugged noncommittally in response. “Am I…. Am I freaking you out yet?” Matt asked quietly.
“Um, yeah. A little bit. But you’re still my best bud” Foggy quickly assured. Matt could hear his heart beat steadily as he said this. Foggy really wasn’t lying and Matt let out a sigh of relief.
Then he braced himself, this next part was more intrusive and he wasn’t sure how his friend would respond.
“I can also hear your heartbeat.” He confessed and inwardly steeled himself for Foggy’s anger and rejection.
Foggy’s heartbeat did indeed increase, but he just said “Hm… I’ll have to think about that one. Do you, do you listen all the time?”
Matt nodded minutely. “I didn’t at first!” He hastened to say, “but it’s just… it… it helps me calm down, and and focus when things start to get overwhelming.” Matt looked down at his hands as he said quietly “I’ll understand if you don’t want me to listen anymore.”
“Let me think on it OK buddy? But for now, if it helps, you have my permission to keep listening.”
“I don’t think you quite understand Foggy,” Matt replied. “A person’s heart and smell tell me things about them. I can tell if they’re lying by the way their heart beats. I can tell if they’re excited or nervous or aroused by their heart and the smell of their pheromones and sweat.” Matt decided to make it more personal so Foggy would understand what he was committing to if he stayed in this friendship. “I can tell you snuck a piece of chocolate cake last night, I can tell you what brand of deodorant you use, I can tell that your heart is beating faster the more I say. I can’t help knowing these things about you Foggy!” He exclaimed, “But, but I can also tell other things too. Things that make me trust you. I know you weren’t lying when you agreed to keep my secret. I know that…” and here he paused, this next one was hard to admit, even to himself. “I know that you’re attracted to me, sometimes I can smell your arousal if I forget to put on a shirt. But, I also know that when I fall apart you are just there to comfort me. There’s no arousal from you then, only concern for my wellbeing and that makes me feel safe.”
Foggy looked at Matt, heard the desperation in his tone. These things Matt was telling him were disturbing, but he could tell things about his friend too. He knew Matt’s history more or less through bits and pieces gleaned through their various conversations. He knew his friend was alone in the world and scared. He could see the fear on Matt’s face. If Foggy had to guess, he’d say Matt was afraid he’d abandon him. Deem him too strange and intrusive to stay his friend. He had a lot to think about, his friend was even more extraordinary than he’d first thought, and he wasn’t even done telling him the tale yet. He still hadn’t explained how he learned to fight. One thing he knew for sure though was that he didn’t want to loose Matt’s friendship and trust. Foggy sat in silence for so long that finally he heard Matt sigh and start to get up. There was sadness in his voice as he said, “I’m sorry, I’ll leave.” And with that he started picking up his things and putting them in his duffel bag.
“What? Wait Matt, stop!” Foggy sputtered as he got up and tried to stop his friend from packing. “I’m sorry Matt, stay. Please stay.”
Matt stopped packing and stood still, shock written all over his face. “I don’t understand. Why don’t you want me to leave? I’ve just told you I’m a freak! Y-you can’t p-possibly want to s-stay f-friends with me!” Matt stuttered out.
“First of all, don’t you ever call my friend a freak. Do you hear that Murdock?” At Matt’s astounded nod Foggy continued, “Matt, you are my best friend. You saved my life earlier today and you just told me your deepest darkest secret, despite thinking I’d abandon you for it. I don’t want you to leave, and you’re not a freak you’re extraordinary. I have a lot to think about, and a lot more questions, but that certainly doesn’t change our friendship status, at least not for me. Now, I need you to use your super sniffer to help me find where Mom hid the last of the pie!”
Matt laughed and readily agreed. Before long, the two were eating pilfered lemon meringue pie and talking excitedly about what classes they were going to take next year.

Foggy, sensory overload

[(Anonymous)]

You know what I haven't read about? Foggy having a sensory overload. Maybe it's from anxiety. Maybe Matt comes back to their dorm during college or something and he finds Foggy curled up on his bed with his hands pressed over his ears, sobbing quietly...

fill: Foggy, sensory overload

[(Anonymous)]

It wouldn't be a problem, if he weren't already having such a bad day. They're a law office, and they need the case, but the fax machine is unbearable on top of everything he's already trying to ignore. One of the lights is flickering just at the edge of his vision, dragging his attention back to visual input any time he tries to distance himself. There's no pattern to it, no steady beat of repetition to turn the dim-dim-bright into a stim. Foggy tries to focus on the feel of his fingertips rubbing together, but the fax machine goes off again, and he can't hold back the tears completely. He flinches instinctively when they start. He shouldn't be so weak, it's just his office. He worked so hard to get here, and now he can't even stand to be here. He wants to go home to his soft-scratchy blue blanket and the trickling of his battery powered pebble fountain. If it were just Matt here he could turn the lights off and banish the harsh fluorescence, but Karen is new, and he can't bare to snap at her for having french toast sticks just because the syrup smells so sticky-tacky-cloying. He's a nice guy, isn't the kind of boss to be petty over breakfast at the office. His lungs burn and he realizes his crying has gotten worse. Deep, harsh breaths that want to turn into desperate sobs. He won't let that happen, doesn't have the voice to answer the well meaning "Why are you crying?" Even if he could choke the words out to try and explain he knows that from there it would only spiral into judgement and condescension. Matt, blessed Matt, has never said "I don't hear a ringing," or asked why Foggy had to unplug something that was buzzing just so. But someone new is in their space, his space, and it's not quite his space any more. He can't justify to himself cutting the lights off or potentially ruining Karen's meal with air freshener. So he's stuck with the deep, desperate breaths and the tears and the this is not right feeling that gets bigger and bigger and b i g g e r.

Frank/Matt, Rooftop sex leads to unwanted feelings

[(Anonymous)]

Rooftop sex: it's kinda their thing, until it's not. They fall into Matt's bed, and sex goes from hard and rough to unexpectedly soft and meaningful, and Matt can't deal. He can't afford to care about anyone else. Not now, and especially not Frank. So he lashes out: biting, begging, pushing, scratching... until Frank finally manages to calm him down.

[FILL] Frank/Matt, Rooftop sex leads to unwanted feelings

[(Anonymous)]

How Love Is Still Unrooting You

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It's the fucking sleet that drives them inside.

It’s been weeks since they last encountered each other, even longer since they last—since they last did whatever it was they do between their fights and fuck-ups. At least, Matt thinks it’s been weeks. He's not sure. The days and nights— Time, it— It sort of slouches together in shadow and flame and drops out of his orbit in a way it hasn't since—since—

"Dad, I can't see! I can't see!"

—Yeah. Since right after that.

It is bitter cold but the blood on his mouth is warm, Frank's blood on his knuckles burns even hotter, zings through him like—

There is teeth, there is always teeth, biting his lip, scraping along the line of his jaw heedless of bruises and cuts, pressing into wounds until Matt's hips jerk up and writhe against empty air because Frank always steps back and watches Matt hump against the ghost of his body heat, watches for that one second where Matt throws his head back, chasing teeth, exposing the column of his throat to Frank like some kind of—

Then there is the sleet, and the wind, and a vortex of ice shavings slicing into their cheeks, through their clothes. They are close to his apartment and there was no way Matt was denying himself this tonight.

Their hands are numb and they are shaking by the time they crash inside. Inside— it was the first time they—inside was new. And Frank was shoving and tugging at the seams of Matt's armor and scraping teeth and biting when the collarbone was exposed and—

oh

—that was new, too.

They fight all the way through the apartment, like they've fought across roof tops the past few months, tripping and punching each other into corners or against massive and loud HVAC units, fighting and biting and shoving until one of them—the winner—shoves his hand down the pants of the other first.

Frank bites down on the juncture of his neck to hold him still while he claws at the body armor. Matt groans, thrusts deeply against Frank's hip, takes what he wants against the other, and then elbows Frank when the teeth get too hard. Frank reels back half a step, never as off balance as Matt wants him, always fucking immovable, but Matt still manages to get the kevlar off. He digs nails and fingertips into the thin material of Frank’s t-shirt and the ripping fabric sounds loudly above their heavy breaths.

"Fucking hell, Red," is all the warning he gets before an arm wraps around his waist and a shoulder slams into his solar plexus and punches a feral laugh out of him as they crash painfully to the bedroom floor. Frank sits on top of him and wrestles Matt’s top off, grinding down on Matt's belly, taking what he wants. Matt gets Frank's heavy boots and then the three guns and the belt in one jerk, thrusting and flipping them over in a slinking motion that has Frank scrabbling.

Matt drags blunt nails fast and hard down Frank's chest, smiles with blood in his teeth, palms himself through the armor even as he feels Frank hard against—

There's a flurry, cursing, a blow to his upper ribs, the goddamned teeth—

And then they're standing again, both naked and the skin—the skin is new, too. Usually it's just—it's just hands and mouths but the sleet is driving down outside and even they're not crazy enough to brave the elements like that. But now they're inside and they're naked and Frank's just this human thing beneath the kevlar and the clothes—all bruises and heat and the smell of stale coffee and unscented soap and marrow and bones and skin and scars—

Matt's not even sure who won this time, who stripped the other first, who got their hands on the other first because Matt's gripping Frank hard and challenging but Frank's already jacking him off in loose movements, maddeningly soft even when he's pulling Matt's hair so hard Matt gasps, mouth falling open just so he can swallow Frank's teeth and tongue.

"Red," Frank says when he moves teeth just behind and below Matt's ear and he jerks, breath and shoulders shuddering. "Gonna fuck you."

His whole body clenches at the thought, something dropping low and hungry in his belly, but Matt just pushes Frank's head away, follows up with his own tongue against the swell of Frank's throat even as he boldly reaches around and clutches the flesh of Frank's ass, nails digging in for purchase, marking and bruising. "You sure about that?"

He feels it coming too late, fights it belatedly when Frank hooks his heel around Matt's ankle and pulls him off balance long enough for Frank to get a grip around his hips and push him up and over into the bed. Matt free falls, another half-crazed laugh ripping out, and Frank rides him down, unwilling to give him room to retaliate.

Frank's weight nearly crushes lungs and break ribs and by the time Matt breathes again things are—it's somehow changed. The smell, the sounds, the feel of the room—the feel of Frank—is suddenly and inexplicably transformed.

There's no more teeth, but warm and rough lips on his collarbone, feather-soft and reverent. Frank's hand is back around his dick and it’s—it's gentle and firm and—and—giving. Matt's not even touching Frank any more and Frank is moving against Matt but only slowly and ponderously, like he forgot about taking and winning.

And then those lips, those lips are on his. No teeth. No tongue. Just a tentative touch and—

—It's like de ja vu, like a phantom pain of lost sight, and he's not even thinking of her, hasn't thought of her in weeks and weeks (lie) but suddenly all he smells is Karen's perfume and all he feels are her soft, tentative, questioning lips and—

"What?" Matt breathes out shakily, hands falling to rest against Frank's sides, fingers twitching, trying to read this language he suddenly doesn't understand.

Frank rumbles nonsense and when he speaks its with an unexpected awe as he lays his body lightly on Matt’s, skin-to-skin wherever he can touch, an offering of himself as a barrier between Matt and the world.

"So good, Red."

"So good for me, Matthew," Elektra purrs as she drapes over him, laying skin to skin, parting her thighs so he can smell the wetness of her, pressing her breasts against him so he can get lost in the softness of her, pressing her lips against his mouth so he reads the reluctant tenderness in her smile. She hooks an ankle around his calf, anchoring them down, anchoring him to her as she becomes his world and what is beyond her is shut out.

His chest—his chest, he can’t breathe—

"What? Frank... Frank..." He chokes out before his lungs constrict completely.

Frank shushes him sweetly, lips at Matt's mouth, one cupped hand running down his side and what is this bullshit he almost snarls, suddenly engulfed in unfurling anger and something deeper, something uglier and smaller and so, so weak.

“I got you, Red,” Frank whispers, promises in a soft cadence that Matt’s never heard before and—

And Matt explodes into motion, his world a dripping, red flame. He kicks out, his heel colliding with a shin and Frank curses above him. Matt sneers, reaching down, gripping Frank’s length punitively and bites at the man’s jaw. “Thought you were going to fuck me—”

“Christ,” Frank hisses, shaking in Matt’s grasp, caught between pain and pleasure. Matt can’t see his face, can’t see anyone’s goddamned face in a world on fire. But Frank’s hands are still soft, still gentle, and he’s stroking Matt’s hip and belly now, calming, giving. “Red, Red—”

“What the fuck were you doing, Frank?” Matt rasps, twisting to dislodge Frank’s hand. Frank’s forehead falls into his neck, the skin burning hot but the hair that brushes against Matt’s ear is still icy from the sleet and wind outside. He’s shaking over Matt and Matt jerks him harder, unforgiving, trying to force the other man back on track. “Got my armor off and got me in some goddamned silk sheets and—what? What was that sentimental bullshit? Did you forget who you were fucking?”

One of Frank’s hands slams around his throat and squeezes, shutting off air, compressing his voice.

“Watch your mouth,” Frank warns and the teeth are back and Matt would crow around his bloody smile if he had the air. The hunger is back, made bigger and deeper by the wrath that burned bright but transient. He arcs up into the body above him, undulating, challenging, seeking something to abate the gaping nothingness—

Frank moves his hand and Matt gasps, cool air painful in his throat and chest. He grins up at Frank, bloodlust singing through him and—

Frank’s still again, covering him with his body, moving Matt’s hand away from his length and then stroking his sides and his hips and his chest all smooth and strong and reassuring and—

And Frank cups the side of Matt’s face with his hand. “Red, Red, it’s OK, I’m—I don’t… well,” he huffs, all strained and rueful. “It’s going to be OK.”

Matt feels his eyes widening, feels his face go slack, feels his hands freeze as he stares into the dark corners and he helplessly asks himself again, what is this bullshit?

Frank’s thumb is pressed against his cheekbone, warm hand against his ear, fingertips reassuringly cradled around his skull.

And no one—no one’s touched him like—a big, masculine hand against his face, cradling, comforting, giving since— since—

Calloused hands, blood and leather and sweat, so strong around his face, holding Matt’s head up for him when it seemed too heavy. “I gotcha, Matty.”

Yeah. Since that.

It comes unbidden, that de ja vu phantom pain and he’s not even aware he’s remembering his dad until he is and—it should be—it’s weird to think of him right now—he’s naked in a bed with a man for Christ’s—

—and Matt’s a fucking adult, anyway, an animal of teeth and nails and definitely not something made of soft skin and silk sheets and he doesn’t need a-a memory of—he doesn’t want—

They leave. All those—all those touches lead to empty spaces and you’re left with gaping wounds where they used to be, he reminds himself savagely, ruthlessly. They leave, all of them do in the end. I won’t— Not again.

He can’t breathe again and inside, inside he’s made up of a black hole, a hungry emptiness that distends and starves him and it hurts in a way he can’t describe, in a way he didn’t feel until someone tried to shut out the world for him, until Frank fucking Castle touched his face and—

“No, stop,” Matt hisses. He tries to push against the shoulders above him but he can’t seem to separate Frank’s dark corners from his own.

Frank runs his thumb up and down his cheek and Matt can’t help but close his eyes. Frank’s thumb catches on a drop of sleet, long melted into rain, caught between Matt’s lashes. When Frank runs his thumb down again the water streaks over Matt’s cheek. He’s suddenly incredibly exposed, too vulnerable, too soft.

He can’t breathe.

“Red… Matt…” there’s something bleak in Frank’s voice, but he keeps running his thumb over Matt’s cheek and he can’t—he can’t think past that point of contact.

“Please, please stop,” he whispers with tight lungs, through a jaw gritting down on pride. But once he starts he can’t stop. “Please, please, pleasepleaseplease—”

Frank lets his face go, rolls to the side, and his wake the world accelerates into Matt’s senses but the black hole inside just swallows it all and grows bigger and fathomless until Matt’s shaking with an emptiness he can’t comprehend.

And then—and then there’s skin and callouses pulling until Frank and Matt are on their sides, facing each other (except Matt will never see anyone’s face ever again and he—sometimes he wonders if he could see faces then maybe he would—but that’s pointless and stupid and soft).

They’re close, breathing each other’s air, and Frank’s shaking when he reaches out and draws Matt in close so Matt’s pressed to Frank and Frank’s face is buried in Matt’s wet hair.

Something breaks inside him, some sort of quelling, and it hurts but it also—it also feels—good isn’t right but maybe there’s a sense of relief.

“Frank,” Matt whispers. His throat is tight and his eyes are burning. “Frank, I don’t—I don’t want—”

Frank tightens his hold, breathes into Matt’s hair. He’s trembling, just as hard as Matt is, and Matt suddenly hears Frank’s heart decelerating down from a cacophony of panic. Matt thinks about dark corners and how his were tangled up in Frank’s.

That small, weak thing in Matt shifts, coils to run, and Matt can’t help but mirror it, can’t help but take a breath to tell Frank to leave, can’t help that his legs are already scrambling to roll out of Frank’s touch.

And then Frank holds on tight and says, “Please, Red.”

And there’s really nothing else to do after that. So Matt reaches out, wraps his arm around the skin of another, tentatively presses lips to Frank’s jaw, presses his face against Frank’s to shut out the world. He gives.

end

Frank/Foggy/Matt, Alpha!Matt and Alpha!Frank save Omega!Foggy

[(Anonymous)]

It is rare for two alphas to be in a relationship but Matt and Frank make it work. Then one night they come across an omega (Foggy) in trouble. They save the omega and decide to keep him. What happens next?

Foggy/Matt, Foggy sees Matt torture someone

[(Anonymous)]

Foggy's never seen Daredevil in action in person. But the day he does, scares the shit out of him because he finds his best friend (or boyfriend) toturing someone for information or maybe because they hurt Foggy or something. Foggy refuses to go anywhere near Matt or even be in the same room as him after that.

+100 Matt has an Elektra-esque moment where he's like "This is who I am. You still love me, don't you?"

Re: Foggy/Matt, Foggy sees Matt torture someone

[(Anonymous)]

holy shit.

do want

Foggy/Frank: Rough Sex

[(Anonymous)]

Basically Frank and Foggy having rough sex. Hair pulling and biting is also involved.

Matt/Foggy Matt's Groundog's day to save Foggy (TW: temporary character death)

[(Anonymous)]

The worst happens. Matt's enemies find Foggy, and torture him. Matt finds him, but it's too late. Foggy's too hurt, and he dies in a heartbroken Matt's arms. It feels like the world is ending. He brought this on the man he loved, who never even knew he loved him. How is he supposed to live without Foggy? . . .only, the next day Foggy calls him with a cheerful "good morning sunshine" just like the day before. Turns out, somehow the day repeated and Matt gets another chance (or 3). . . What does he do? How can he change things to keep his Foggy from a terrible fate?

Re: Matt/Foggy Matt's Groundog's day to save Foggy (TW: temporary character death)

[(Anonymous)]

Not sure if this is to your liking, and the scenario is different, but there's already a kind of Groundhog Day fic where Foggy dies: http://archiveofourown.org/works/4191225

'Walkabout' Soulmates Matt/Foggy

[(Anonymous)]

There's this brand of soulmate fic where they are in each other's body for one hour, sometimes on a specific date, sometimes a random time, depending on the writher.

So Matt/Foggy as soulmates.

Foggy waking up and being overwhelmed by everything, Matt waking up able to see. Matt finding Foggy's wallet or something and realizing who his soulmate is.

If it happens pre season 1, Matt having to tell Foggy about his powers.

Re: 'Walkabout' Soulmates Matt/Foggy

[(Anonymous)]

+1

Older Punisher

[(Anonymous)]

AU where The Punisher has been around for a long time.

S2 starts the same, but Frank realizes just how young Daredevil is, and by 'just how young he is' I mean born the same year as Frank Jr.

This kid, the same age as Frank's son, who lost his dad around the age his family died, and was then sent off to an orphanage where he was abused in an attempt to turn him into a child soldier.

Stick gonna die, and Matt's going to be forced into therapy by a hypocrite.

Bonus: Frank forces Matt and Foggy to talk shit out, dad style.

Re: Older Punisher

[(Anonymous)]

Does older Frank look like a bigger, scarier, more scarred Gibbs from NCIS?
Because this is kind of awesome

Foggy witnessed the Nobu fight

[(Anonymous)]

Rewrite of s1ep9, this time, add Foggy into the mix-Fisk snatched him as extra leverage. How much harder is Matt gonna fight? Does he actually win this time around? (And identity reveal? Yes please!)

Re: Foggy witnessed the Nobu fight

[(Anonymous)]

Ooh do want! I definitely think Matt would fight harder if Foggy was added to the mix.

Matt/Foggy, Foggy/Marci, post-cheating orgasm denial/chastity

[(Anonymous)]

Matt and Foggy are dating when the entire season 1 starts. They've experimented a bit with Matt domming Foggy, and they love it.

But Foggy makes a stupid decision after he finds out Matt's Daredevil--he goes out and has woe-me sex with Marci. Matt is furious and hurt, and after they reconcile he still can't really trust Foggy.

Foggy offers to wear a chastity belt and plug for however long Matt needs to trust him. Matt takes 100% advantage of this.

Bonus points for: a milking schedule, ruined orgasms, Matt fucking Foggy while he's in chastity, the plug vibrating when Matt really feels like torturing Foggy, and spanking.

Re: Matt/Foggy, Foggy/Marci, post-cheating orgasm denial/chastity

[(Anonymous)]

Oh my god, yes! I want this so much now!

Matt-centric gap filler between s2 and The Defenders (gen)

[(Anonymous)]

I will admit that I haven't followed the latest kinkmeme posts, so I apologize in advance if something like this has been posted before. If so, I'm happy for the mods to delete it. That said...

I would die for a fic based on something Charlie Cox has said in a recent interview: [At the start of The Defenders,] it’s been a few months since the end of season 2. I think it’s been quite a challenging few months for [Matt]. He took the death of Elektra very badly —I think he feels responsible for that. One of Matt’s big things is trying to protect the people he loves, which is why he keeps his identity hidden, and he’s failed. He’s left holding the dead body of a loved one, and so I think he’s tried to turn a corner.

It’s almost like quitting an addiction in the hope that it will get easier. He’s perhaps a little bit lost, and the best he can do for now is to not engage in his vigilante activities. When we meet him at the beginning of The Defenders, I’m not sure he’s completely found peace with that idea. I think he’s doing the best with what he can at the time. He finds himself between a rock and a hard place, which is the crux of his issue really from the beginning of season 1. “Should I or shouldn’t I? What is more beneficial to society?”

Interestingly, most post-season 2 fics seem to be going the opposite direction, with Matt fully throwing himself into his Daredevil persona.

Now, what I really want is all the fanfic of guilty, lost Matt in those months after season 2, agonizing over how not to give into the addiction, maybe fighting a few depressive spells, trying to make amends with Foggy, and throwing himself into his day job like there's no tomorrow. How does he run a law firm all by himself? Does he even run a law firm all by himself?

Not a necessity (cause I'm happy with just Matt & Foggy), but it may be interesting to also explore Karen a little more. Is she angry with Matt? Will she need time and withdraw? Will she embrace the idea and support him?

Gen preferred.

Re: Matt-centric gap filler between s2 and The Defenders (gen)

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded! :)

(If it's just him, it's called being a solo practitioner. At that point, he could save a lot of overhead and just work out of his home. If he needs to do a deposition or something, he can always arrange to do it elsewhere, like, say, the town hall, a hotel, at opposing counsel's or at co'def's, etc. There are even services where you can rent a conference room.)

I wonder how much a let down it would be to Karen. He finally confesses his big secret, and then... He stops being DD and is just Matt, who she is currently mad at. LOL.

That other boxing superhero--Wildcat

[(Anonymous)]

And not the CW version either! I'm talking the classic, founding JSA member, 'I trained just about all of you heroes, so don't give me sh!t cuz I'll whoop all of your asses', boxing legend, Ted Grant/Wildcat.

Is Daredevil bit of a fanboy when these 2 collide?

Re: That other boxing superhero--Wildcat

[(Anonymous)]

Imagine Matt finding out that Ted's doing meta-v-human cage matches. What does he think? Is he horrified? Nostalgic bc Ted's 'get beat but get up' style reminds him of his dad?

Either way I can definitely see Matt ending up at the cage matches (after Ted leaves or maybe while he's still there) in his post s2 depression

Matt askes Foggy to help him break up with Electra

[(Anonymous)]

It goes like this. Post season 2. Matt and Foggy are slowly starting to reconcile. They are on speaking terms, but Foggy can't forgive Matt for walking away from him and Karen, especially since he believes he's still going out with Electra. Matt listens to his rant about how toxic their relationship is, then says he's right, Matt should leave her and try to forget. Then he asks Foggy to go with him when he'll go see her next as moral support. Foggy is so happy Matt is listening to him, he doesn't even notice how white his face is.

The day comes, Matt meets up with Foggy and they go. Matt doesn't speak, Foggy thinks he just needs to gather his courage. The they walk into the graveyard... and he gets it.

Matt didn't lie - he needs Foggy close as he finally let's Electra go, once and for all. There are some sweet goodbyes and confessions... then he says, that he has to leave her, since he decided to stay. Because he has a few very special people who he loves, and he can't hurt them like that, no matter how much she meant to him.

FILL: Matt askes Foggy to help him break up with Electra

[(Anonymous)]

I wrote this for you. Here ya go. :-)
http://archiveofourown.org/works/7669123/chapters/23575857

Danny/Matt

[(Anonymous)]

So remember the time young, naivé, homeshcooled up a mountain by celibate monks, only ever had sex one time, Danny Rand met blind with heightened sex having abilities, super experiences sex haver and expert in boning Matt Murdoch ?

Re: Danny/Matt

[(Anonymous)]

This should probably be on the iron fist meme, but I am fucking rolling at 'sex haver and expert in boning'

Matt/Steve Rogers or Matt & Steve

[(Anonymous)]

Give me more Matt Murdock/Steve Rogers. It can be any manifestation: cracky, fluffy, AUs, angst, h/c, tragicomedy, sketches, interpretive dance for all I care, slash, pre-slash, gen, broship, genderbend or other gender variations, mini-fills, outsider POVs, crossovers, longer introspections, purely dialogue... anything, I beg of you.

Matt/Foggy, desperation play, i guess???

[(Anonymous)]

Matt and Foggy cuddling on the couch some time, and after a while Foggy starts to feel the need to pee (or poop or both, honestly, up to you). Matt asks him to stay a bit longer so that he can explore these signs Foggy's body is giving off. Maybe he rubs his lower belly, where it's full. They both enjoy this sensually and emotionally, until Foggy really has to get up and visit the bathroom. Could involve sexytimes, if you want.
No begging, please

Re: Matt/Foggy, desperation play, i guess???

[(Anonymous)]

To clarify, you're interested in the processes inside, but not the waste outside the body. How do you feel about the act of urinating (or defecating) itself? Like Matt following Foggy to the bathroom to rub his belly or hold his dick as he goes?
Is that also your bag or nah?

Heir to the throne

[(Anonymous)]

Well, not entirely...a whole lot of people would have to die before THAT happened

Ends up Matt's the sole heir to some Irish aristocratic family or even an English one (one of his ancestors was a well-to-do lord or lady, then hooked up with one of those "bloody Catholics", got disowned, and then they hopped on a boat to NYC?) and the estate executor manages to drag Matt across the Pond. (And you seriously think Foggy is gonna be left behind? Hell no.)

Complete with:
**drafty old castle/manor! ("Hey, Matt...I'll bet you 5 bucks you can't swing across this ballroom without touching the floor..." "...Matt, I will give you a dollar to NOT parkour to the top of that tower...")

**snooty blue bloods!

**tours of the countryside! ("No, I get to kiss it first!" "Why? You're already full of blarney...")

**pub crawls and fights! ("My people!!")

**assassination attempts!

Wait- What?!

Re: Heir to the throne

[(Anonymous)]

"Foggy, trust me. I can tell exactly which of the people around here have kissed the stone. And I really wish I didn't. That guy kissed it four days ago. If you kiss it I won't be able to talk to you for a very long time"

Daredevil/Foggy, Roleplaying, Office Sex, Infidelity kink

[(Anonymous)]

Foggy gets a visit from "Daredevil" while he's working late at HCB one night. Daredevil tries hard to court Foggy but Foggy is adamant that he has a boyfriend and won't "cheat" on him. But after copious amount of flirting Daredevil manages to "wear him down" and bends him over his fancy desk and fucks him.

Bonus points: Matt is really good at keeping up the act and keeps saying stuff like "I bet I bigger dick than your boyfriend" and Foggy is trying hard not to break.

More bonus points: Foggy is usually quite the screamer in bed but there are still two or three people in their offices down the hall so he can't make much noise.

[(Anonymous)]

So in comic book canon, Daredevil and Mephisto, Lord of Hell, made out in a bar one time.

Please do something with that.

[(Anonymous)]

My favorite things about that issue were A. The fact that bystanders could see Daredevil was kissing a man and no one cared. And B. The fact that Mephisto looked like Tim Curry

[(Anonymous)]

Foggy/Matt, BDSM - Foggy things if he gives Matt pain and adrenaline in a safe, controlled way, maybe that will get it out of his system.

Rule 63 Punisher

[(Anonymous)]

Exactly what it says on the subject line.

Are her tactics the same 'subtle as a chainsaw', or does she shift them a little?

How does everybody react when they realize it a one-woman army kicking the crap out of all those gangs?

Is the public more sympathetic towards her, the highly decorated veteran and mother who lost her kids and wife/husband all in one day?

Hell, does Matt even let her get arrested? We all know that he's a sucker for damsels in distress, though Frankie would probably stab him for thinking of her like that...

And pretty much everything else that would be affected by a simple change in gender...have some fun with it.

(And why am I picturing Gina Carano as "Frankie Castle"...?)

frank/matt, heat sex

[(Anonymous)]

i'm not sure if this already exists but if it does, please tell me where i can find it... i'm itching to read a fic where frank takes care of matt during one of his heats. you could write it as an established relationship or a situation where matt suddenly goes into hear during patrol and frank has to take him home. idc, i just want this so bad!!

bonuses:
+dirty talk (i'm such a sucker for dirty talk y'all don't even know)
+++matt gets really, really wet