Do you know how hard it is to drag an extremely muscular, injured, and unconscious man two blocks to your apartment? And do you know how hard it is to drag said man up the stairs?!
I plop onto my couch, out of breath as I sit and decide what to do. I used mask's shirt to slow some of the bleeding (that's what you do, right?) but he's still in and out of consciousness. His body is sprawled next to me on the couch, and I have no idea what to do. He obviously needs medical attention... wait, why haven't I just called the hospital?! I mentally scream and grab my phone starting to dial 911, but a hand grabs my wrist.
"No police, no hospital." Mr. mask says weakly. I pause for a minute, silent.
"BITCH. YOU ARE BLEEDING OUT ON MY COUCH. IF YOU THINK I'M NOT CALLING AN AMBULANCE YOU ARE VERY WRONG INDEED MR. I DRAGGED YOU UP 8 FLIGHTS OF STAIRS AND--" I stop talking when the man struggles to sit up, standing and walking towards an open window. He starts to climb out of it, growling in pain, but I grab his wrist, genuinely concerned.
"Hey, you can't go anywhere like that..." I sigh. "Stay here, I won't call anyone." Stupid hot mask dude...
He sighs in relief and mutters a 'thank you' before slightly falling. I catch him and lay him back on the couch, going to get my old first aid kit. I gently clean his wounds, and for some reason my heart twists a little when he hisses in pain. I bite my lip as I try not to admire his body and move to a cut on his face. I gently clean it with a cotton puff, lifting his mask slightly to get the rest clean. I push away any desire to kiss his perfect lips and jaw and gently ask if I can remove the mask.
The man doesn't react, as if pondering his answer, when he forces a 'yes'. I lightly move up the fabric, revealing the rest of his face. Holy shit he's hot... The man lets out a pain ridden chuckle and I blush, thinking I said that out loud.
"Your heartbeat sped up."
"Huh?" How can he hear my heartbeat?
"Sorry, I uh, have good hearing" He mumbled, not making eye contact with me. There's something slightly off about his eyes, but I can't really tell what it is, and I decide to ignore it and strike up conversation.
"So, is there a name I can call you?"
"...I let you see my face, but no names"
I huff. "But you did that superhero thing where you show me your face and shit so now you can trust me with everything or something right?"
"Well for starters I'm not a superhero, and I let you see my face because... I don't know, you seem... nice." The-dude-who's-still-bleeding-out-on-my-couch-but-I'm-ignoring-that-part blushes slightly, and he smiles when my heart flutters, as if he could hear it.
"You can call me Matt."
"Ok... Matt... I'm Alex. Um, your bleeding stopped, but you still need stitches, which I have no idea how to do so..."
"I'll uh... show you." I nervously nod and pull out the needle and thread.
"Ok, get a needle and thread." I give him an odd look.
"Um, I'm already holding it"
Matt continues giving me directions, sliding his fingers along his cuts as if he can't see them. I begin to stitch them up, hands shaking. I wince when he hisses or curses in pain, and apologize for hurting him about two million times. As I get to the last cut on his lower torso, he gently takes my shaking hands and guides me, clenching his teeth from the pain. After I'm finished, he keeps his hand on mine, and I can't help but want to kiss him.
I bite my lip, debating what to do, finally deciding to just go for it. I lean down slowly and my lips touch his ever so gently. I'm surprised when he pulls me closer and kisses me back harshly. He pulls back and gingerly sits up.
"Straddle me." He demands with a slightly pained tone. I blush and do what he says, crashing my lips onto his again and slowly grinding against him. I feel him become hard through his jeans, moaning slightly at how big he is. I seem to realize what I'm doing and pull back, panting.
"C-can I... can we?"
He doesn't look at me, but his voice is laced with lust and... something else?
"Fuck Alex, I want you so bad... I just..."
"You what?"
He sucks in a breath, wincing as he does.
"I'm blind."
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Matthew Murdock/ Daredevil Imagines
Romance-Mature Content Included- I recently started re-watching Daredevil, and I just realized that... MATT IS FUKIN HOT AS SHIT... so now we're here...
