#murderplier x gn!reader

[mbgcreates]

Quiet days with Murdock are few and far between, and you cherish them all. It's especially rare that he conducts his research out in the living room, seated on the couch while your own keys softly clack away at the table. He's normally so secretive, and he doesn't even let you see his screen half the time, so it must be just casual surfing, you assume. You smile fondly at him while he's not looking. Your own web exploration beckons, and your eyes return to the screen.

The articles eventually cause your vision to blur together, and while you try and power through, eventually you have to take a break and play a little game to keep yourself sane. It's one of the built-in ones, but you find it fun, and it does the job. However, you keep noticing movement in your periphery, and it's a bit distracting. You glance up again to see Murdock pushing his hair behind his ear. As you watch, the hair comes loose easily within seconds, and he has to repeat the motion.

You frown. That won't do. Your chair scrapes softly, careful not to startle him.

Murdock hears you approach, but doesn't react like he would if it was anyone else. In fact, you actually become background noise, same as anyone else would interpret the movement. He doesn't realize you've gotten close until his hair moves away from his face and off his neck. He freezes, but not in his usual way. He doesn't need to prepare for danger.

"You know," you say, a smile evident in your voice as your fingers comb through his locks, "if you're gonna wear your hair longer, you oughta invest in some hair ties." Carefully, you hold his hair in place and wind the elastic around it, pulling it so the style will hold. "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

Murdock stares at his screen, the unfamiliar feeling of heat creeping into his cheeks, so taken aback that he almost forgets to answer in a timely manner. "No," he says, forcing himself not to choke out his words, "it feels fine."

"Good." Your lips brush softly against his cheek, hands resting on his shoulders. "You can keep that one. I've got enough of them." And far too soon, you walk back to your computer, and Murdock is left unable to focus on the words anymore. He will admit, however, that having a ponytail is much more helpful than he would have expected.

Just like you. Maybe there's more benefits to having you in his life than some fun and games, and this is just scratching the surface.

“Just don't go stealing all of mine, okay?” you call from the dining table, borderline startling him from his thoughts. He just nods. You smile warmly and return to your work, the soft tapping of keys the only sound once more.

[westanthewaterman]

Lurking in the Shadows - Murdock x GN!Reader 1/?

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 2700+

Contents: dubcon, predator/pray, chasing, brief mentions of knife and blood, oral (m receiving), boot kink, semi-public sex, degradation, namecalling (whore), petnames (puppy, toy, little prey), no pronouns or body parts used for reader

AN: So like I can explain I swear I uh...yeah no I have no idea where this came from

MASTERLIST - AO3 - PART TWO (COMING SOON)

You can admit that walking home by yourself was a bad idea - not only because it’s past midnight and pitch black out, but also because it’s fucking cold. You weren’t even supposed to work tonight, but your coworker had called you last minute saying her car had a dead battery and if she missed another shift without getting a cover she was going to get fired. 

You had wanted to spend your day off catching up on some reading but she’s the only coworker you actually like and if she gets fired then your days at work are going to get even worse than they already are so you sighed and agreed, getting yourself to look as presentable as possible with what little time you had. 

Just a few more months, you think as you continue to walk, wrapping your arms around yourself, a few more months and you can quit this stupid job and move away from this ugly city, settle down somewhere more quiet, and maybe find a job you’ll actually like for a change. You doubt that last part, given your bad history with employment, but you’re desperately hoping a change of scenery will help turn things around. 

You’re not sure how long it takes for you to notice. With how dark it is, you almost don’t catch the flash of something red from the corner of your eye. You stiffen up, sucking in a breath and squaring your shoulders. 

Maybe it was just a sign or a piece of trash blowing in the wind. Except it’s not windy right now. Fuck. 

Picking up your pace just slightly, you decide to chance a glance over your shoulder and yeah there’s definitely someone following you. You think it’s a man, a big man. 

You pull your phone out and your stomach lurches when you see nothing but a black screen staring back at you. Right, that was why you had to walk back home in the first place. You’d left your phone charger at home in your rush to get to work so you couldn’t call for a taxi. 

This is fine. It’s almost one in the morning and you’re walking the streets of a big city completely alone and unarmed. And there’s a man following you. Yep, definitely fine. 

Your eyes dart around, searching for any store fronts that look like they could still be open or even just another person crazy enough to walk the streets this late. Your pursuer seems to have realized that no one else is around, because when you peek over your shoulder again he’s following you out in the open. You can barely see him through the darkness, but you see a shred of light glint off of something in his hand and oh god that’s a knife. He’s got a knife. 

Heart skipping a beat, you lurch forward into a run and, sure enough, you can hear the man’s footsteps grow louder and faster. You’re full on panicking now, air punching in and out of your lungs as you run like your life depends on it. Which you think it might, you’re still holding out hope that this is all a big misunderstanding and you’re going to make it home safe and sound. 

In a split second decision, you turn the next corner you come across and dip into an alley on the other side of the street before the man turns the corner. You tuck yourself up against the wall, sucking in a deep breath and biting your lip as you wait. 

And wait. 

And wait. 

You’re not sure how long you stand there, eyes glued, unblinking, to the entrance of the alleyway and lungs aching for anything more than a shallow breath. The night is quiet, save for your heart pounding in your ears and your soft exhales. No footsteps. No sign of the man. 

You crouch down and pick up a rock before inching closer to the entrance of the alleyway, peering your head around the corner and scanning the darkness for that flash of red. 

But there’s nothing.

No footsteps, no breathing, no giant man storming towards you. 

Did you really lose him? 

Before you get even a moment to celebrate, there’s a gloved hand over your mouth and the sting of cold metal at your neck. You’re pulled backwards into the alleyway and up against a warm, very solid body. 

The man behind you lets out a dark chuckle and you attribute your heart skipping a beat to the way he presses the knife just slightly into your skin. 

“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a good chase,” he says softly, lips brushing your ear, “I’d almost forgotten how fun it is.”

You reach up and claw at the hand over your mouth, lowering it enough to bite down on the side of his palm. The man behind you grunts and lets go of your face, giving you a moment to think you’ve won before he gets a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back. 

You cry out into the night air and tears sting at the corners of your eyes as the blade of his knife digs into your skin, drawing just a hint of blood. 

“What are you going to do to me?”

He practically purrs, nosing along the column of your throat. “That is the question, isn’t it? So many ideas, so little time.”

Struggling hopelessly against his grip on your hair, you cry out. “Help! Someone!”

The man leers behind you. “Is that it? Your life's on the line and that’s the best you can do? Try again and I want you to give it your all this time, like you really mean it.”

“Help!” You scream, your voice ripping against the inside of your throat, tears flowing freely down your cheeks. “Someone help me!”

“Ah, that was better, but do you hear that?”

He pauses and you listen to the noises around you. The night is still quiet, a light breeze has picked up and chilled the air but there’s no other noise besides your labored breaths. Your shoulders droop and you squeeze your eyes shut, letting out a soft, broken sob.

“That’s right,” the stranger practically sings in your ear, “no is around to hear you. No one is coming to your rescue, so I suggest you behave. I’d hate to give up the fun so early, but I won’t hesitate to slit this delicious neck of yours.”

Hot breath fans against your skin followed by a broad tongue licking a stripe up the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. 

“Are-Are you going to kill me?”

“Hmm, honestly I haven’t decided yet.”

“What do you want from me?”

Your assailant shoves you forward with a hand on the back of your neck, pushing you up against the brick wall. With his knife no longer at your throat, you have a moment to relax before he’s pressing himself up against you, his chest at your back just as firm and unyielding as the wall in front of you and oh. There’s something big and hard pressing against your ass. You gasp, unconsciously pushing your hips back against him, and the man chuckles darkly. 

“What I want is for you to get down on your knees and open that pretty mouth so I can fuck your face. And if you do a good enough job, I might think about letting you go. How does that sound, little prey?”

“I-what?”

He rocks forward, groaning in your ear . “Go on, you don’t want to see me when I get inpatient.”

The man takes a step back and you turn around, taking him in for the first time. He’s huge, easily a foot taller than you and nearly twice as broad. Long, dark hair pulled back into a messy knot at the back of his head, a pair of black sunglasses hiding his eyes and a wide grin bearing sharp canines bordering on inhuman. Your eyes are drawn lower, however, to where his cock is straining against the confines of his dark jeans. 

“I’m waiting.”

Your head snaps up and you’re met with deep, brown eyes watching you with a predator’s gaze over the rim of his glasses. Taking a deep breath, you drop to your knees in front of him, looking up at him with what you hope is a neutral expression, not wanting to let on how hot this situation is getting you despite the circumstances. 

Turning your attention to the task at hand, you undo his belt with shaky hands. However, when you reach for his zipper, he grabs your wrists in his gloved hand.

“With your teeth.”

A shudder racks your body and you fight back a whimper, leaning forward and taking the zipper between your teeth. You can feel the heat of him against your cheek as you get the zipper down, taking your time, trying to delay the inevitable.

“So obedient.” He teases, taking his cock out and giving it a few languid strokes. “Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”

His words are the last thing on your mind as a glint of metal catches your eye. Four silver barbells decorate the underside of his, frankly, enormous cock. Your mouth waters at the sight of a bead of precum dripping from his slit and you can’t help but wonder what the metal of his piercings will feel like against your tongue. 

He snickers. “First time blowing someone with piercings? No need to be intimidated, little thing, they make everything better. I’d be more than happy to show you once we’re done here.”

You scowl up at him, trying to put as much venom in your voice as you can. “Just get this fucking over with, you freak.”

“Oh, so the little puppy can bark, huh? I like that, makes it so much more fun to break you.”

Your response dies in your throat as he shoves the first few inches of his cock into your mouth. The musky taste of his cock mixed with the tang of his precum makes you moan despite yourself, and he moans as well, getting a hand in your hair and forcing more of himself into your mouth. 

“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven. Go on, take it all, swallow it down, I know you can.”

Tears sting at your eyes as he slides in fully, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and slipping further down. You do your best to relax your throat, taking deep breaths through your nose and grabbing onto his meaty thighs to steady yourself. 

“That’s it, taking me like a fucking champ. You’ve done this before, haven’t you? Sweet, little whore.”

His hips pull back slowly and you revel in the feeling of his piercings dragging against your tongue. He pulls out until only the tip is in your mouth and you take the opportunity to lave your tongue over it, sucking and hollowing your cheeks before he’s thrusting back in. This time he doesn’t stay still, starting a steady pace sliding in and out of your mouth. One particularly harsh thrust catches you off guard and you choke, throat spasming around his cock and tears rolling down your cheeks. 

He sighs happily, grabbing your head with both hands and holding you down against him, your nose pressed against his pubic bone. You gag around him but he doesn’t let you up, instead grinding against your face and relishing in the way you gasp for breath around his cock. 

“Fucking take it,” he sneers, digging his nails into your scalp. “This is what you were fucking made for, choking on my cock like a greedy, little pet. This is making you hot, isn’t it? I bet if I reached down between your legs I’d feel how excited you are, wouldn’t I?”

You shake your head furiously but you both know you’re lying. You’re aching, thrusting your hips helplessly.

“Go on, puppy.” He moves his foot forward, pressing his leather boot between your legs. “Grind on my boot, show me how horny you are, being face fucked, at the mercy of a complete stranger.”

Shame burns inside you but it only makes you hotter, makes the ache between your legs stronger. You grind down against the toe of his boot, angling your hips just right to send pleasure shooting up your spine. You moan around his cock, the vibrations making him moan in turn. 

The stranger picks up his pace, fucking your face in earnest, grunting and growling with every thrust. You can tell he’s getting close by the way his thighs are tensing between your hands and you’re not far behind, adrenaline pushing you rapidly towards climax. You peer up at him with wide, watery eyes, increasing your thrusts against his boot. 

“Oh, isn’t that sweet? You want permission - fuck - to cum? Do you think you’ve earned it? Do you think you’ve been good? Maybe I should cum down your throat and leave you here for someone else to find and fuck, maybe you’d like that. You clearly don’t have problems fucking a stranger, and one that threatened to kill you no less.”

You whine, squeezing your eyes shut in a half-hearted effort to hold back the tears caused by his words. Shame is burning inside you, white hot and so, so fucking good. The man above you wipes away a few of your tears, bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick them off with a long groan. 

“I’m so close now, just a little more. I want you to cum, little toy. Now.”

The hard tug he gives to your hair is all it takes to send you careening over the edge, spasming and rutting your hips helplessly as you cum, making a mess of your jeans. He moans obscenely and cums with a shout. You expect him to press fully into your mouth, but instead he pulls out and strokes his cock furiously, painting your face with splatters of hot cum. 

You groan in protest, wiping your eyes and scowling up at him. “You could’ve warned me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” He smirks, tucking himself back into his pants and squatting down in front of you. 

The man swipes two fingers through the mess on your face and presses them against your lips. You drop your eyes to the ground but take them into your mouth, licking the cum off his leather clad fingers. 

“This was quite the treat, I must say, more fun than I’ve had in a long time. I’d love to keep you.”

His words have fear shooting like ice through your veins and you shoot up, backing away from him slowly. 

“You said you’d let me go if I did what you wanted.”

“You’re right, I did. ” He stalks forward, crowding you up against the brick wall, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “But I’ve given you no reason to trust me.”

You shove him with as much strength as you can but he doesn’t even move an inch. “I’d rather you fucking kill me.”

“Mm, there’s that bark I like so much, but we both know you don’t have the bite to back it up, do you?”

“Fuck you.”

“Next time.”

“Next time?”

“I’ll keep my word, I’m going to let you go, but we’ll see each other again; I’ve taken a liking to you, little prey. But-” You blink and the knife is back at your throat. “If you tell anyone about me, if you go to the police, I will find you and I will make you wish I’d killed you tonight. Do you understand?”

You nod with wide eyes, pressing yourself back against the wall as much as you can.

“Good.” He steps away, slipping the knife back into its holster at his thigh and smiling mischievously at you. 

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Call me Murdock.”

You roll your eyes. “Murdock? Seriously? You come up with that yourself?”

 “Such a smart mouth for someone who was choking on my cock not even ten minutes ago.” The man gives you a Cheshire smile. “Now I think it’s time you hurry home. It is late after all and you don’t know what kind of shifty characters could be lurking in the shadows waiting to strike.”

[mane--attraction]

It's that time of year again when haunted houses are in full swing, and despite your best efforts, you are going alone to have some fun getting spooked. Might you get more than you bargained for, however?

Word Count: 5015. Yeah. This one kinda got away from me lol. Fun fact, this is now my longest fic ever. This was also supposed to be done for last year, but I clearly vastly underestimated how long this was going to be.

Mild knifeplay, "kidnapping," gender neutral but afab reader. Murdock x reader. Potentially inaccurate haunted house depiction.

MINORS DNI!

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Dusk dapples the sky while you stand in line, waiting for the local haunted house event to open its doors, rubbing your arms to ward off the beginnings of a chill in the air. Despite living here a while, this is your first time you've built up the nerve to go. It takes up the entire fairgrounds, with multiple houses under one event. You had extended an invitation to Murdock, because you were sure it was right up his alley, but he declined, citing work. He's been away an awful lot this month, despite his best efforts, and you were hoping to spend more time with him out and about instead of just within your four walls and between the sheets. But alas, it seems like it's not to be, and you had reassured him it was alright, even as you tried to mask your disappointment.

You mostly relegate all that to the back of your mind, your excitement more prominent now that you're here. You hesitated to attend in the years prior because some of the houses were interactive, where the actors could grab you. It was one of the selling points you had used to appeal to Murdock, animatedly mimicking it in the air, although you wonder now that you think about it if that was a deal breaker for him; after all, thanks to his…line of work, would he have reacted negatively? The last thing either of you need, especially him, is legal action.

Regardless, you're not sure now why it was such a problem for you that you didn't even try the normal houses; and after all, it's not like the ones where they can touch you have free reign. Although you do have to fill out a liability form, so maybe that's why you over-thought it in the past. 

You're at the front of the line before you realize it, handing over your money—extra for the specialty houses—and signing the necessary forms. The woman in the booth puts on your wristband and gives you a map and a spiel that she's already had to recite multiple times, but you are eating up every word, grinning excitedly.

"Welcome to our little town of horrors, where the streets and fields are home to a great many spooky things, where the veil between the supernatural and our world grows thinner by the day. But beware: it's not just the ghost and ghouls that are out to get you… Good luck."

And with that, you're free to start exploring. You wander around for a little bit, gaining your bearings on the area, but it isn’t long before impatience overtakes you and you head towards the first haunted house. The smell of food is enticing, as are the Halloween-themed carnival games, but that all can wait. The best way to tackle this is head-on, even if you're sure these beginning houses are going to be pretty okay. This is, after all, just a local event, even if it does pull in quite the crowd. Plus, you’re starting at the tamest one, with plenty of kids out front, so you’ll be fine.

Let the spookening begin.

Your first house was actually a little underwhelming because of being geared so young, but you worked your way through the other two houses you wanted to try before getting to the “final boss” of the haunted houses tonight. You were sufficiently spooked, both through corridors and a corn maze, but the goal wasn’t “sufficient.” With slightly overpriced pizza sitting in your stomach, you start towards your final destination.

Excitement and nervousness, stronger than before, bubble together the closer you get, the previous scares coming to your mind’s eye, but you force yourself through it rather than chicken out. You didn’t come all this way just to back out. You do wish Murdock was here, though; you’d feel a lot better if he was. Things seem less scary with a man like him by your side. The screams from within startle you from your thoughts. You swear they're louder here.

The attendant checks your wristband to make sure you're allowed in, then waves you along into the corral with the next batch of "victims." You fidget with your hands and glance around at the rest of the event. It's only now you realize how physically isolated this house is from the others.

"First time?"

You turn to see a guy around your age with a group of a few others, probably his friends. You chuckle, your nervousness evident. "Yeah. I went through some of the others already, just this one left."

The guy grins, while the two girls resume some quiet discussion. "It'll be fine. They'll just push you and tug on your clothing a bit, maybe grab your hand, but nothing too bad."

"As if you don't scream every time," one of the girls pipes up from her conversation.

He huffs, only half insulted, and you can't help but giggle in tandem with the girls. "I do not—"

“Do too.” The girl who spoke grins. “I bet you’d scream real loud if we went to one of those newer places where they can drag you off somewhere”

“They actually allow that?” you interject, eyes rounding in surprise.

“Yeah, I heard a couple of the big popular places are adding that as a feature.” The girl pulls her coat around her, the wind kicking at everyone’s legs. “It’ll probably never happen here, though. Not with everything that’s happened recently.”

While it does genuinely take you a moment, you nod and go “ah” as if you aren’t in flagrante delicto with the culprit of crimes a few towns over. A culprit whom you were originally planning on bringing here— Thankfully, you’re almost to the door of the house, so the group’s focus is more on getting in than on you, and nobody seems to notice your smile growing a bit taut.

“Hey, why don’t you stick with us?” The other girl you haven’t spoken with yet bounces on her feet.

“Yeah, it’s more fun as a group,” the guy says. His buddy nods.

“Sure,” you say, the twisty feeling in your stomach loosening. “The more the merrier, right?”

Everyone in the group gives some form of acknowledgement, and then the attendant cuts in with their spiel about the theming—a mansion, run down with time after the owner and his staff’s mysterious disappearances…if that’s really what happened. Rumor has it that something terrible befell everyone inside—and they might think you’re to blame, if you’re not careful. They also bring up reminders about protocol while in the house. You've heard all of it at the other haunted houses here, and not much changes with the addition of physicality; as always, if it gets too overwhelming, there are ways out that all the performers know.

The buddy turns to you once the speech is done. “What’s your name, by the way?”

You introduce yourself, and he repeats your name. “Nice to meet you.” He gives his own name and sounds off everyone else’s. You try and commit it all to memory, even if you’re not sure how well it will stay.

“Nice to meet all of you.”

And with that, you step over the threshold, and the door slams shut behind you. You jump higher than you think is warranted, but the scaredy cat in the group does in fact let out a yelp, which sets everyone off laughing. You collectively take a moment to consider the path in front of you: a narrow corridor, flickering with sickly yellow lighting, the remnants of pumped-in fog curling at the floor. 

You’re not entirely certain who steps forward first, but it definitely isn’t you. Despite knowing this is all fake and having already gone through other hallways similar to this one, it still has enough of a thrall to induce a silence that grows more tense the further you all get. The walls are eerily similar to how you would imagine a decrepit mansion to be, wallpaper peeling off in sheets, and you find yourself suspicious of every dark spot in the wall. Even the mirrors in the supposed foyer, cracked and broken, are suspect. The sounds of a creaking house and muffled howling winds are piped in; quiet enough to make you second guess where you are, but loud enough that it almost feels too loud in the enclosed space.

One of the girls lets out a shriek, pulling away suddenly from the wall, and you practically jump out of your skin. She giggles nervously. “It got me!”

Everyone else follows suit, letting out a laugh that normally would release tension. You can only speak for yourself when you think about how it didn’t much help. 

“Get out! The master is gone: Get out while you still can!”

The warning, shouted at a frightening pitch, kicks your group forward, everyone pressing together as the hall narrows more, then widens again, a bend ahead of you all. You feel a hand against your sleeve, and you jank it back quickly with a surprised curse. A cold breeze tickles your neck, and it takes all your willpower not to shriek, even though that is perfectly in spirit with a haunted house (pun not intended). “Please tell me someone else felt that cold air?” you squeak.

“Yeah, I did,” says the guy in front of you. You already can’t tell which one he is.

The wood beneath your feet groan as you all continue forward, the sconces flickering with the yellow light your eyes have gotten used to. You shove your hands into your pockets; the closer you keep your limbs, the less likely they are to be grabbed. The door handle beside your group rattles. It’s not fake. You all move a little quicker.

The floorboards creak behind you, and you feel like you turn as if in slow motion to see a man standing in the middle of the hallway in a mask, human-like but definitely not human. Every feature is exaggerated just enough to be unnatural, and in this place, it works a little too well. With his frame, he seems to take up the entire hallway; and if not physically, then with his presence. Your eyes lock onto him, and you stop walking, as if he’s frozen you in place. Everything else disappears: no sound, no sight except for this man. And there’s something about him…

The man lets out a guttural growl, the kind that sends genuine fear into the pit of your stomach. You’re the first to scramble to run the moment he shifts to pursue, pushing through the rest of your group, the spell broken, but everyone else soon follows suit, screams echoing in the tiny corridor. You're not sure where theirs end and yours begins. You whip your head around just long enough to confirm where the man is before you round the corner, and your line of sight is perfect to see him between everyone’s heads, the unsettling lighting warping the mask more. You swear you see a knife in his hand.

Finally, after a few minutes of running, one of the girls must have glanced back, because you hear her call out behind you, "He's gone!" Your feet don't quite get the memo, and you find yourself out ahead of the group as you slow and catch your breath. 

“Fuck’s sake,” you mutter to yourself. Why did that scare you so much? 

“Are you okay?” one of the guys asks. You nod.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” It’s half a lie, and you laugh nervously. “Just part of the experience, right?”

“Right.”

“We should probably keep moving though. Who knows when the next person’s gonna jump out at us.” Despite not being fully ready, you lead the group forward, trying to figure out what it was this time. It’s probably not that deep, but it feels important to figure out. 

However. Something occurs to you. 

That mask didn't look like it belonged in this house

Teeth bared in a snarl too wide to be natural, prominent eyebrows casting shadows over the eyes, more creature than human, despite being human-like. Surely it's just a mistake, but all the other houses have been meticulous with what they had to work with, so for a slip-up to happen now seems odd. Although, it could still fit, since it had been said nobody knew what happened to the occupants of the mansion. That doesn't quite explain, however, why his outfit—including an almost knee-length modern coat with pants—wasn't that of a servant, nor the head of the mansion…

“That was a pretty good scare,” says one of the girls behind you.

“Yeah, that felt so visceral,” says the other. "Wild."

“I have the heebie jeebies.” It’s that guy, the scared one. 

“You always get the ‘heebie jeebies.’”

He huffs. “Shut up—”

You slow down, falling to the back of the group. You swear you hear something that isn’t just the sound system, but maybe it's just your overactive imagination. After all, anyone would be on high alert after being chased. The guy you haven’t spoken to gives you a look that you almost miss, but you don't explain yourself. No point.

“I thought this was supposed to be more grabby.”

“Maybe we just haven’t gotten that far yet.”

“I know this place is big, but it’s not that big.”

“They probably just want to build up the spookiness,” you interject, even if you’re not fully convinced, yourself.

“Ah, that would make sense.”

You stop in front of another destroyed mirror, pieces scattered on the table under it. Your own face is almost unrecognizable, horridly lit and fractured in the reflection, concern and fear staring back at you.

“YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU’VE DONE!”

It comes from up ahead, and it snaps you from your trance, but instead of seeing your new acquaintances, you see…nobody. Everyone is gone. Even the voice you heard isn’t visible to you.

You swear you see a bit of the one girl's hair trailing behind her at the bend ahead, but you're much too far away already, and you're not sure they noticed you're not with them yet. It stings a little, even if you know they didn’t mean anything by it, but your nervousness overpowers that, the uncertainty of what lies ahead gnawing at you. You jog forward, just fast enough to hopefully catch up with the rest of the group—

You hear a loud THUMP somewhere behind you, startling you enough to jump. With the way the ground vaguely vibrates, whatever hit the floor must have done so pretty hard. You swallow thickly. “Guys?” you call out. No answer. You jog with more urgency now, your footfalls and heartbeat equal tempo in your ears. More than likely, they didn’t hear you because of ambience, but you fear they’ve gotten too far away in such a short span of time. You pick up speed—

—but there’s another noise behind you, a shuffling, that has you stop again, head whipping around to try and find the source. With the corners so dark, it’s impossible to tell if someone is there or if it was just an animal that found its way in. You stand there for a few seconds longer than you should, staring into the darkness. Something is up, and the lack of anything actually happening is making this so much worse than being physically pushed and pulled in different directions. You’re not a haunted house expert by any means, but this place has been far too quiet. Slowly, you continue to move forward, the faux fog growing thicker with less bodies to disturb it. The floor creaks uncomfortably loud. You don’t remember any mention about multiple pathways, so where the hell is everyone?

There's a tug on your hair, and you barely suppress a yelp, but you suppose it was an accident…although it was rather close to your scalp; how did someone get that close without you realizing after all this time…

Suddenly, there's a hand clamped around your wrist, jolting you, and you'd think it a coincidence if it wasn't for the one wrapping around your mouth, dragging you to someone and into the shadows. You scream, but it's muffled, drowned out by the suddenly overly loud sound system, and your efforts to struggle out of your assailant's grip are futile, holding you tightly against their body as they maneuver you with much more ease than you'd expect. It's honestly kind of scary how little you're affecting them. Their hands are oddly cool against your skin, and then you realize it's not their skin, but some material.

Leather.

A door slams open behind you, and you're dragged into a room. The outside noises are muffled, then dampened once the door shuts again, trapping you in the dim space with whoever has kidnapped you. You're still yelling, trying to stomp on their feet and throw your head back against their chin, but their shoes are too solid and they're too tall to headbutt. Your hands twist around to pinch or scratch, but all you get is fabric.

"Sweet thing," a man's voice growls into your ear, "you better cooperate, or else this will be a lot more difficult for you."

The person's hands shift, and hope surges that you'll get an opening, but before you can get very far in acting through it, you're forced to the ground face down, hips suddenly pressed up against you, and you freeze. He's rock hard.

"Or you can struggle all you like. Doesn't much matter to me." Somehow, you can tell there's a grin to his voice. "It just encourages me to try harder." 

It takes you a moment too long to try and buck him off, gnashing your teeth. "Get off of me! You'll be sorry!"

You feel the man throb, and he laughs lowly. "Sorry how, sweetheart? A pretty thing like you, at my mercy…"

The chill of metal against your skin startles you into freezing again, and something about it seems…familiar. The cogs take a moment to turn, but then they click into place. You know that voice. "Murdock?"

He's quiet for a moment, then chuckles. "Well, well. Smart cookie. Not that I expected anything less from my kitten.”

Considering the shock of it all prevented you from thinking straight, he's lucky you didn't panic more. "Wh— What are you doing here? I had thought—"

"I couldn't resist the opportunity." Murdock tosses something to the ground—a mask he was apparently wearing. "And work…ended much sooner than I thought."

The lighting is terrible, but your eyes focus on the mask, which stares back at you with a bared grin, more bestial than you realized, and a memory flashes: Being pursued down the hall, sickly yellow light flashing across its exaggerated features— "But how—"

He shushes you, hands trailing across your neck to expose it to him. "I have my ways, sweetling. Not everyone is as careful as they could be." He starts pressing startlingly soft kisses to your neck, although it isn't long before they become more insistent, and you bite your lip and shiver. "Yourself included."

His dangerous tone sets off a nervousness in the pit of your stomach: it’s the type of tone he uses when you’ve been misbehaving. “L-listen, Murdock, I carry that pepper spray with me, you know I’ll be okay—”

“Do I? After all, look at how easily I stole you away…”

Shit. He’s not wrong. "You—you’re just abnormally strong.” You swear you hear a light chuckle, but you ignore it and squirm in one more attempt to get free. “The others, they're— they're waiting for me—"

"Are they?" He can't hide the hint of possessiveness that creeps into his voice, and one of his hands presses into your back to stop you. "They can wait, sweetheart. We haven't had our fun yet."

The sharp tip of something presses against your center, and you yip, jolting forward. “Don’t you dare! I’m not about to replace these—”

“Alright, I won’t. Help me get you out of them, then."

His hands push their way under your coat to find the band of your jeans, and a half second after he starts, your brain jumpstarts again and you scramble to assist him, finding the waistband before he does and pushing it down your body. Murdock takes over when it rounds your ass, shoving the material to your knees with impatience. You try and kick them off, although it is very difficult in this position; he helps a little bit, but once you’ve gotten it off one leg, he grips your thighs, forcing you to stay still. Slowly, the cold metal of the flat of his blade trails over your skin: along your thigh, pressing against the underside of your ass, across and down to the other thigh…then it’s pressing against your core again, and with nothing but your underwear left to protect you, you can’t help but whimper.

“These are easily replaceable, though. Aren’t they, kitten?”

His knife pushes a little firmer against you, and your breathing shudders. It takes everything within you not to press back. “...Yes, sir.”

His grin is as clear as day in his voice this time. “Perfect.” 

It’s the only warning you get before a gloved finger hooks between your skin and the cotton, pulling it away just enough to allow the knife to slip through and slice. Your underwear offers no resistance, cut through like butter and exposing you in an instant. The cold only chills you for a moment, his groin back against yours and grinding roughly, and all you can do is fail to hold back your moan. He only does this for a few seconds before pulling back. His jingling belt gives away his intentions, and your blood pumps faster in anticipation.

“Do you think you’re ready? Hm?” There’s a soft sound and fabric going flump, and his bare hand is on your clit, rubbing intensely. You gasp wildly, nodding without actually knowing if you are or not. Murdock’s fingers dip into you, checking for himself. You don’t resist lifting your hips towards them, trying to guide them further in with a desperate whine. He just teases you, sliding back and forth and occasionally thumbing your sensitive nub.

“Please,” you whisper without thinking.

“What’s that?” Fuck, he sounds so smug, and you’d love to snap back at him for it, but him slowing to a snail’s pace is too distracting. “I didn’t quite hear you.”

“Please, Murdock!”

His fingers leave you, and you pout and whine quietly. However, his zipper popping open has you changing your tune. “One more try.”

There’s little hesitation from you. “Pleasefuckme!”

“Mm.” His head slides through your folds, and you gasp again. This time, his gloved hand stills you before you can move. “Music to my ears.”

That’s all the warning you get before he slowly slides into you, gripping your hips. You squeak, lashes fluttering as your breaths come out in puffs, adjusting to how almost easily he stretches you. He rubs at you a little more, and he sinks in the rest of the way. A low moan is his reward, followed by one of his own. Murdock hardly moves at first, simply grinding within you and rocking his hips in shallow movements. Then, suddenly, he draws back all the way and snaps his hips against yours, and you yelp in surprise. You aren’t given much of a reprieve before he does it again. And again. And again. And each time, you let out a shout, although you try to muffle yourself, thinking you hear footsteps in the hall. At any moment, someone from the staff could come in here. Does he know this?

Better question is, does he care? You’re not sure if you want to admit that it kind of turns you on.

Murdock starts a steady pace, not so intense as before but just as overwhelming. You’re panting already, struggling to keep quiet. He notices and chuckles. "Go ahead and scream." His command is uncannily punctuated by muffled screams from within the haunted house proper. "Do you really think they can hear you over everyone else’s, let alone the sounds from the haunted house itself?" His breath is hot by your ear. "Nobody's going to investigate, sweet thing. I have you all to myself, now."

That shouldn’t excite you as much as it does, holding back a whimper, yet you can’t hold back the way you tighten around him. He slows, as if making sure of something, then growls. “Oh, naughty thing. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” 

You clamp your mouth shut, hoping that if you don’t answer, he’ll leave it alone. But alas, your body betrays you once more, and Murdock stops, a certain something sharp that you forgot about dragging against your neck just enough for you to be aware of it, your breath catching. “Answer me, kitten.”

“Yes, sir.” The reply rushes from your lips with more neediness than you thought it would have.

“First you let your ‘kidnapper’ fuck you, now this?” he teases, clicking his tongue with mock disappointment. “Seems I need to learn more about my kitten.”

Your face flushes intensely. It’s no different than when he’s chased you out in the woods, and he knows this. He just can’t help himself…but also he’s more than willing to play into the role of pursuer. This you know well.

“Maybe I should be making you beg more for me to fuck you.” His gloved hand trails along your thigh. “But I’m much too impatient for that.”

His grip grows tight enough to bruise, his thrusts growing intense to match, and you let out a sound unlike any you’ve made thus far, wild and raw and overwhelmed with pleasure. Murdock laughs, triumphant and deep like his thrusts, and more than tinged with lust. It almost seems to settle into your bones.

“God. What a rush you give me.”

His pace is technically slower now, but that doesn’t matter with the way your eyes roll with every impact. You feel him lean over, but don’t know what’s happening until his lips reach your neck, kissing and sucking the skin he can find. Your moan is so whorish that it would embarrass you under different circumstances. His lips curl against your neck, although you barely comprehend that’s what’s happening. You try and reach your hand to your clit, but he beats you to it, only to rub so harshly that you practically sob out a cry. “FUCK!”

“If you insist,” he says, his strained voice giving away how much you’re affecting him. That hand travels back up to hold your hip in a vice grip. He lets out that same guttural growl from earlier, this time low and long, and with it directly in your ear, you nearly lose your mind, fluttering madly around him. You're so close—

"There it is. There we are." Murdock growls again, shorter but nowhere less effective. "Do it. Cum. Scream for me."

Despite being so tightly wound, you’re almost not sure if you can obey…until he groans and slams once more into you—and with a shriek, you are undone, clenching wildly around him and thighs trembling with an orgasm more intense than you expected. Murdock grunts in surprise, trying to continue fucking you through it. Your mind fractures with every attempted stroke, whimpering and babbling curses.

“Oh fuck—”

Murdock grunts once, twice, then he’s spilling inside you, cock pulsing harshly, the heat of him and his skin flush against yours driving you mad. He gasps and huffs and puffs, hand blinding finding you and rubbing again just enough to feel you clench around him harder. You keen loudly, practically a shriek in and of itself, legs threatening to give out as your body is kept on that intense plateau.

Eventually, the rush of cum slows, as does his throbbing inside you, and your own body is, mercifully, allowed to relax, still fluttering but not actively climaxing. The both of you pant heavily, catching your breaths as the two of you recover. His hands slide over your body, the strange dichotomy of skin and leather over and under your clothes. Murdock slips from you, and you’re too tired yet to be disappointed by it. He guides you in rolling you onto your back, and you don’t resist, grateful to give your legs a break from supporting you.

You blink almost blearily at where he ought to be, your eyes needing to adjust again to the lighting. You find your legs spread wide, almost folded in half, and his cockhead against your entrance once more. He doesn’t do anything at first, probably just taking you in. It’s a welcome, true reprieve. His bare hand brushes against your cheek, and you lean into it on instinct. 

While maybe the break ought to last longer, Murdock is true to his word and impatient to have you. As he slides into you again with an unabashed moan that’s matched with your own, it strikes you as always that he’s already—still?—half hard again. If there’s one guarantee about Murdock among the other guarantees, it’s that he doesn’t stay soft for long.

Now, you can see him, face closer to yours. Even in the dimness, there's no mistaking that hunter's glint in his eyes. "Hello, sweetheart," he says, a wicked grin on his lips. "Miss me?"

He's devouring your mouth before you can respond, head spinning while he takes over your senses. His thrust scrambles what few thoughts you had left, eyes rolling into your head with a loud moan swallowed by him. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, and he groans into your mouth. Your mind tumbles again.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Murdock pants against your lips, watching your unfocused expression as he resumes pounding into you. All you can manage is a long whine. “How much more, hm? How much more can you take while I show you just how much I missed you?”

You don’t know. You can’t even think enough to be able to consider how much more. 

But you’re certainly about to find out.

[writtengalaxies]

Red

Characters: Murdock x GN!Reader

Word Count: 472

Spicy Rating: Fake blood!

You had just gotten a new gig for your special effects work. Someone wanted you to come do some fun, horror themed make-up for a weird holiday party, but the pay was good. It had been a while, and you needed to clean out your kit anyway, so while your boyfriend was out, you sat down in the living room and started going through it.

Most of it, thankfully, was fine. You were always super meticulous about cleaning things, so most of it was still fine, though a few smaller pieces would need to be replaced. That was easy enough.

The problem came when you went to check your bottle of faux blood. The dark bottle didn't really help in trying to figure out if it had dried out, and you weren't sure if this was the liquid one or the paste. So, without really thinking, you shook the bottle.

Hard.

That's how you discovered the cap was in fact, cracked, as fake blood shot up into the air, the whole bottle's worth drenching you head to toe in an instant. You blinked, slowly processing exactly what happened. It took a moment before you stood, trying really hard not to laugh or cry, before stepping out into the hall to go wash up before going to clean everything up.

Murdock has always had timing. Whether it was good or bad, as he stood there in the open doorway, was really a crapshoot. But you felt like you had been caught red-handed, no pun intended, as he slowly tilted his sunglasses down to take in the sight of you.

"I...can explain," you began slowly, to which he laughed, closing the door behind himself.

"Please, don't. My mind is coming up with too many delightful possibilities on its own."

You sighed, knowing exactly what he was thinking. "I was cleaning out my kit. I...I have to replace my fake blood." You sighed again, grimacing as you run a hand through your hair, soaking it further in. "I'm glad this shit doesn't stain at least. Means nothing will get ruined. But goddamn, I feel like I just did that scene from Carrie. Also don't look in the living room. It's uh. I haven't had a chance to clean it yet."

Despite your request, he did anyway.  "...I'm impressed by the splatter on the ceiling."

"Oh fuck it's on the ceiling too?!" You pushed past him to look up, and sure enough. Some of it even had the audacity to drip down. The outline of where you had been sitting was pretty funny to see. You sigh, realizing just how long it's going to take you to wash all of this out of everything, when Murdock chuckles, planting a kiss right on your cheek, regardless of the makeup.

"At least red looks very good on you."

[drunkonaheistinspace]

Murderplier x GN!Reader (writing practice)

Content warnings: implied domestic abuse (not involving Murdock), off screen death (only of minor character/readers abusive bf)

You were standing in the door frame to your dining room. A room you really used and the only purpose was to collect dust. But not today.

What you saw in front of you might have also been a scene from American Psycho. The walls, the floor, the table...EVERYTHING was covered in plastic sheets. On top of your very nice and big dining table was your boyfriend tied up and gagged.

Next to him stood a man you didn't know. He was dressed in all black except for a wine-red turtleneck. But three things jumped out the most. He was wearing sunglasses inside in the middle of the night which was a weird fashion choice but you saw worse. He was holding a hunting knife very close to your tied-up boyfriend. And despite the big round sunglasses, you could see the utter surprise and disbelief on this man's face.

In his defense, your face mirrored the exact same feelings.

You didn't know what to do. From the context clues you gathered to came to the conclusion that this man was most definitely a murderer and your boyfriend his next victim. Should you run and scream for help? The front door was close and you might be able to reach it in time. Should you try and help your boyfriend? No chance. The man was too close and you would feel the knife before you could even touch your boyfriend.

Your brain was working through all the possible ways you could die or survive. Then you saw it. The look on your boyfriend's face. It took you a while to interpret it because you never saw it or something similar on his face ever before. You only ever saw it full of anger and disgust but now it was pleading and filled with fear. A face you usually made every time you made a minor mistake in front of him.

Something changed. Your brain stopped planning and your eyes just wandered through the room until you saw a silver rectangle sitting on a small side table that wasn't covered by a plastic sheet. Your laptop.

You walked towards it, grabbed it from the table, and walked out of the room. Then you walked past the man you murmured something along the lines of "I just needed my laptop" and "I'm so sorry".

You pressed the laptop to your chest and just walked towards your room. From the dining room, you could hear a faint "What did you do to that poor thing?" followed by muffled screams.

From your room, you couldn't hear a thing but you still turned up the music a bit more louder than usual just to be safe.

Somehow you managed to forget the 'little accident' and get lost in your work. The music helped you forget but it also led to you not hearing the opening of the door or the footsteps slowly approaching you. The feeling of a hand grabbing your shoulder made you jump and look up. Mister Murderer was standing right next to you and you froze.

He on the other hand just squeezed your shoulder lightly and gave you a warm smile. "It's getting late. You should go to bed."

His voice was soft and it made you feel warm inside. You liked it. IT was so much nicer than your boyfriend's voice.

You nodded and saved your document before you turned off your laptop and walked over to your bed. You didn't bother to change into your usual sleeping attire. You just laid down under the cover and made yourself comfortable. He tucked you in and gave you a pat on the head before he walked back to the door.

"Good night~," he said before turning off the light and closing the door.

[jeannewritessometimes]

[[Murdock (Murderplier) x GN!Reader drabble (I know, shocking /s)]}

[[Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, minors DNI, mentions of murder, blood, predator/prey themes, general horror/romance, paranoia-inducing, use of “prize” and similar terms towards the reader, mentions of stalking, no direct smut but there’s talk of Murdock being aroused, this is not romanticizing yandere tropes]]

You were running through the forest, hopping over fallen branches and uneven piles of assorted moss and soggy leaves that littered the forest floor. The sound of somehow perfectly in-tune whistling echoed through the darkening forest, reminding you that your stalker wasn’t too far behind you. 

“My prize, you know you can’t outrun me,” he called out, his suave voice cutting into your racing heart like the knife he held in his clutch when you first escaped him. 

Like an idiot, you had decided to take a job out in the woods. There had been sightings of a mysterious figure, and somehow you’d assumed it was just another harmless spirit. Instead, it was the hideout of a mysterious serial killer, known as the Serotonin KIller, and he was now chasing after you in an attempt to make sure his secret didn’t get out. 

You turned a corner, almost tripping on a rather large root that was sticking out of the ground as you pressed your back to the trunk of an evergreen pine tree. Your breathing was heavy, but you tried to keep quiet despite the sound of your heart pounding in your ears. The smell of pine needles overwhelmed your senses and hurt your lungs, and the cold air nipped at your skin relentlessly. 

When you’d initially ran away from Murdock, he had grabbed your coat, and now you were shivering in the misty winter air. At the sound of a branch breaking behind you, you immediately turned to run, but you were instead faced with the sight of the one sight you were hoping to avoid. 

“There you are, trophy,” Murdock purred, grabbing ahold of your forearm and yanking your body into his. He was uncharacteristically warm, practically radiating heat despite the coldness that was surely in his heart. 

You tried to pull away from him, unable to hide the look of horror on your face as his gloved fingertips dug into your arm. “Get the fuck away from me,” you snapped, tugging with all your might and yelping as he shoved your front against the tree and pinned you there. 

One of his hands gripped the back of your head, the other holding your wrists in place as the side of your face was pressed into the rough bark of the very same tree that you’d previously hoped would hide you from the murderer. 

“Aw, what’s the matter?” His voice was lowered to a whisper, practically growling into your ear and causing a shudder to run down your spine. “Thought you could get away from someone who stalks people for a living? Please.”

“I was hoping to get away from a sick fucker who kills people out of cold blood,” you snapped back before letting out a groan, as he pressed your face harder against the tree trunk. 

“Talking back to that ‘sick fucker’ is a bad idea, trophy,” he snapped. “You should mind your manners, really.”

His grip on your wrists tightened and you let out a cry of pain, causing him to laugh. “Oh come on, don’t be such a pussy,” he mocked. 

You whimpered softly, tears stinging your eyes. “Please let me go,” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. 

“Oh? And risk you going to the police? Please. I’m not that stupid, trophy.”

Still, as you cried, his grip softened a bit. An idea popped into your head, and you hoped to god that this idea would actually save you and not make your last breath a moment of embarrassment. 

“Please…” you whispered, pressing into his body sightly. “I’ll do anything.”

As you pressed against him, you couldn’t help but cherish the warmth radiating from his body. You felt him inhale sharply, as if he wasn’t expecting your touch, but he didn’t push you away. Good start to things. 

“Anything?”

You nod, or- well, you try to nod. His hand had moved to grip your hair, and moving too much would cause a tug. Normally, that wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing, but this was not the time or place to think about your kinky escapades. 

“Then get on your knees and beg for your life,” he states, letting go of your arms and stepping back. He keeps his fist clamped tightly around your hair, preventing you from running away as you’d planned.

Fuck. Time to play the long game.

He moves so that he is standing in front of you, and you reluctantly drop to your knees. Murdock keeps his fingers tangled in your hair and you’re forced to look up at him as you beg for your life. If this were any other situation, that would turn you on, but considering the fact that this was real and not a BDSM scene, well…

Your eyes dart away from his after a moment, trying to look anywhere else and- wait. No, that couldn’t be right. Maybe it was just a knife in his pocket. 

“Please, please let me live. I’m so sorry for coming here, I didn’t… I wasn’t thinking. Please, if you let me live, I’ll give you anything you want. I’m so sorry, please,” you sobbed, hoping that leaning into the emotion would give you some pity points. Your eyes wandered again, and- oh, that definitely wasn’t a knife in his pocket. 

Unless knives grew bigger the more someone begged. 

“Eyes where I can see them, trophy,” he purred, snapping your attention back up to the cocky smirk on his face. He was getting off on this. “Get up.”

He tugged at your hair slightly, pulling a wince from your lips as you rose to your feet. You barely got a moment to wipe the tears from your face before Murdock shoved you against that tree again and pressed his body against yours.

“You did such a good job begging for me. You get a lot of practice?” Your heart was racing, and his clothed dick pressing against you. That warmth in your gut was a little conflicting, considering this guy was just trying to murder you, but luckily you were smart enough to ignore it. 

As his face leans closer to yours, you take your opportunity and raise your hands, scratching at his face. Murdock cries out in pain, letting go of you and stumbling backward. You bolt off into the woods as fast as you can, the adrenaline caused by this situation only serving to make you more vigilant of your surroundings as you get the fuck away from Murdock. 

He watches after you, and despite himself and the new scratches he had that caused the tiniest amount of blood to drip down his face…

He smiled. 

Oh, he liked you. 

…what fun.

[afterhourswjay]

Murdock x Ex-Assassin!Serial killer! Reader - Headcanons/Drabble

Warnings: murder, violence, gore

I like to imagine that Murdock sticks to killing in the southern states whereas you excel in killing in the north, like both in Canada and in the states

You two aren't all that familiar with each other. You don't kill in areas where Murdock is currently hanging out

You're referred to as Oleander by police since your preferred method of killing is by poisoning people. Not that you don't also kill by traditional methods, you just prefer to stick with what you're more experienced at

You specialize in killing corrupt politicians (of whom you kill their entire immediate family and drain all bank accounts of money). Now that you're no longer an assassin, tho, you kill indiscriminately. If, however, someone wants to 'hire' you to kill a specific person, they need to have the money for you upfront and they cannot double cross you... duh. You have no qualms about killing them if they can't follow one of your rules

You'd just lured a victim off the streets and into your 'den'. You recently got pissed off by a guy in a long, dark coat. And sunglasses. In a local grocery store. Only douchebags wear sunglasses inside... Well, and those with vision problems, but that's off topic

You usually kill with finesse, and poise. Not today, tho. Today you are pissed off, and as you drag your latest victim to the basement you grab your baseball bat

You've dragged out their death as much as you can, so you whack them over the back of the head with the bat. Because it's an aluminum bat, you didn't need to put too much excessive force behind the hit, but uh... You kinda caved in the back of their skull

Your just about to get cleaning up when you pick up the sound of movement upstairs. It's gonna be BAD if the police decided to show up. You carefully, and quietly, move around

First things first is to put the bat down. Then you grab one of your knives. You then quietly make your way to the stairs of the basement, and you flip every breaker in the electrical box as you pass it

Thank god, you're more adept at moving around in pitch black environments then the average person. You make your way up the stairs. When you get to the landing, you hear a crash, thud, and a hiss of 'fuck' coming from the living room

You tiptoe your way towards the silhouette in your living room, raising your knife and preparing to plunge it down into their back. Suddenly, your arm is being grabbed and the room spins as you get flipped over onto your back. Snarling, you shove the knife towards the person only for them to easily snatch it from your grip with a snicker.

"Really? You're really going to stab me??"

You blink owlishly at him. "I mean, I'm not as proficient at stabbing people, but I think I do pretty good."

"Mmm, and yet, you're on the floor under me..." You can practically hear the smirk in is voice.

"Wait, who the hell are you and why are you in my house??"

"What, you haven't heard of me? My names Murdock, best you don't forget it. As for what I'm doing here, would you believe me if I told you that I'm laying low??"

You gently shove yourself out from under Murdock and stand up. "No, no I would not. I don't think killing someone in their own home is the way you go about 'laying low'." You grab your knife from the killer, and you wander back to the basement to turn the power back on. "By the way, you're awfully far north. Something happen??"

You didn't take Murdock to be someone who was talkative, but apparently the mans liked to chat. He followed you from the living room to the basement, not making any comment on the dead body when the lights got turned on. He did, however, make an offhand comment on how well you covered everything in plastic before going back into chatting about his latest escapade. You had heard about it from a friend who also happened to be an acquaintance of his, so you could tell when he added embellishments to his story. You mostly tuned him out as you worked on cleaning up, offering occasional hums of agreement and even a comment sometimes.

"Can you help me with this real quick? There's a hole in the wall over there that I plan on moving the washer and dryer in front of when I'm done patching it up."

"Really? Your gonna leave a trail??"

You shrug in response. "Running from the cops is half the fun. Besides, if all goes according to plan, I'll be halfway around the world by the time they find him."

Murdock simply offers you a hum of acknowledgement as you both grab both ends of the plastic and shove it into the wall on the far end of the room. You stand and turn to him, squinting your eyes slightly when you realize he's standing a bit closer than before.

"Welp, that's that for now. I'll get the supplies to repair the hole tomorrow. You wanna join me for a bite to eat, and some wine before you have to go?"

[invaderdoom78]

Murderplier x GN reader

When meeting a man in a bar goes wrong.

“Hey, there,” A man said, appearing next to the stool you were sitting on “can I buy you a drink?”

“Sure” You sighed, motioning for him to sit next to you

“You here by yourself?” The man asked as the bartender brought you another drink

“Unfortunately,” You said downing the last of the drink you already had “thanks”

“Now why’s that?” He asked, leaning back against the bar that was behind him and in front of you

“That’s a good question,” You said smiling at him

“Want me to change that?”

“Sure,” You said turning to face him

The two of you spoke to each other for the next thirty minutes when the man noticed that someone was watching you from across the bar.

“You wanna get out of here?” The man asked

“Why?” You asked as he motioned towards the man that was watching you “oh. Your place or mine?”

“Yours,” the man said handing his card to the bartender so he could pay the tab

“Perfect”

The two of you got up from the bar and you took the man out the side door into the alley next to the bar.

“Where’s your car?” The man asked

“I don’t live that far away,” You said leading him away from the building

“Ok,” The man said following

“The walk wasn’t long, maybe ten minutes, but the whole time the guy was walking way too close to you, almost stepping on the back of your heels.

“I think that guy is following us” The man whispered “either that or it’s another douche that likes wearing sunglasses at night”

“My house isn’t much further,” You said “we can cut through my neighbor's yard and go in the back”

“Will that upset your neighbor?”

“The house is empty,” You said, quickly cutting into the yard

Opening the backdoor to your house, you let the man in first, immediately bringing him to your living room.

“You want a drink?” You asked as he sat on the couch

“No thanks,” The man said noticing the pile of letters and photos that were scattered on your coffee table “what’s this?”

“Oh, uh,” You said, watching the man as he looked through the papers

“Are you being stalked?” The man asked

“Yeah” You sighed, eyes focused on the floor

“Do you know who they’re from?”

“I think they’re from that guy at the bar”

“What?” The man said looking at you, almost horrified

“I’m pretty sure that he’s been watching my house in the middle of the night, too”

“Do you need me to stay here for the night?”

“Would you?”

“Are you afraid he might break-in?”

“Yeah” You sighed, taking a seat next to him on the couch

“Then I’ll stay”

“How can I ever repay you?” You asked, sitting yourself on his lap, straddling both of his thighs

“I can think of a way,” The man said, bringing his lips to yours

Repositioning the two of you so the man was on top of you, he slipped his hand under your top; slowly sliding it up your side when someone started tapping on the window. Sitting up the man looked in the direction of the sound.

“What’s wrong?” You asked

“Stay here,” The man said getting up so he could investigate

Getting off the couch he went around to every window, peeking through the curtains, but the sound seemed to be moving from room to room. It wasn’t until he was at the back of the house that a window was actually shattered. Rushing towards the sound the man ran back to the living room, but none of the windows were broken and there weren’t any shards of glass to be found, you weren’t even there anymore; then he heard your scream coming from the kitchen.

“Sweetheart” Murdock cooed, his arms wrapped tightly around you, pinning your arms to your sides “you know how I feel about seeing you with other men” he pressed the side of his face against yours as he lifted his knife to your neck, gently pressing it against your skin “now don’t you”

“Hey!” The man exclaimed once he reached the kitchen and saw what was happening

“Oh lookie here,” Murdock said, lowering his knife but tightening his hold on you “it’s the dead man”

“You’ve got five seconds to let them go,” The man said

“Or else what?” Murdock chuckled

Since Murdock’s attention was no longer focused on you you took the opportunity to head butt him in the face, the force of it being enough to get him to loosen his grip so you could get away.

“This way,” You said grabbing the man's hand, pulling him towards the basement

Opening the door you let the man walk down the steps first, watching him closely as he stepped into the basement and pulled the cord to turn on the lights, revealing a room that was covered in thick sheets of plastic.

“What the?” The man asked, barely getting the words out before you bashed him in the back of the head with a metal pipe

“Beautiful work, sweetheart” Murderplier said, walking down the steps behind you

Turning you around he pushed you up against the wall before grabbing the back of your thighs, and wrapping your legs around his waist. Pressing his body up against yours he gently wrapped his hand around your neck before kissing you roughly, giving your throat a gentle squeeze. He pulled away from you when the man you’d knocked out started groaning. Setting you down Murdock walked over to him and tied his hands behind his back, tight enough for the circulation to be cut off.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Murdock asked, holding out his knife for you to take

“Not tonight,” You said kissing Murdock on the cheek “I’m feeling a bit tired so I’m going to turn in for the night”

“Alright,” Murdock said, looking a bit disappointed “I’ll see you in the morning then”

“Night,” You said walking up the steps

[westanthewaterman]

What You Need - Murdock x GN!Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 1400+

Contents: predator/prey, very dubious consent, brief chloroform, bondage, clothed Murdock naked reader, no pronouns and no body parts used for reader, glove kink, thigh riding, daddy kink, use of petal, babydoll, and little thing

AN: This was inspired by an idea from the lovely @meloncalic. Also incredible that I wrote a Murdock fic without knife kink. I guess there's a first time for anything.

So yeah, I'm still alive and kicking. Spite is a powerful motivator >:)

MASTERLIST - AO3

You’re not sure how long you’ve been running, but you know you can’t stop, not if you want to survive the night. It’s unclear how you ended up here, what choice led you to this moment. You’re not even sure if the choices you’ve made mattered, or if you would’ve ended up here no matter what. 

Perhaps you were trapped in his web the moment he laid eyes on you. 

Now though, it doesn’t matter how you got here, just that you need to keep running. 

Body aching, breath punching in and out of your lungs, you run and run, not sparing a glance behind you for fear of what you might see. He’d given you a head start - of course he had, he’s always been one for the chase - but you should’ve known the distance wouldn’t matter. 

He’s always been one step ahead. 

An arm shoots out through the darkness to your right and coils itself around your waist; the force of it knocking you off balance and sending you tumbling into what feels like a brick wall. There’s a dark, all too familiar, laugh and a cloth is pressed over your face. 

You’re not sure how long you struggle before the world goes black, but you know it was useless from the start. 

You wake to a chill in the air and a familiar cologne filling your nose. Murdock’s voice is a soft vibration against where your cheek is pressed into the crook of his neck; he’s humming some old, moony song you’ve heard him sing a million times before. 

Something seems to key him into your return to wakefulness because a gloved hand comes up to rub over your back in soft circles. You’re allowed only a moment to savor the feeling before you jolt up in his lap, suddenly very aware of the fact that there’s nothing between the leather of his gloves and your skin. 

You blink, eyelids heavy and head still foggy from whatever he’d dosed you with. Shaking your head, you look down to see you're completely bare in Murdock’s lap, straddled with your legs on either side of one of his thick thighs. You move to push yourself off him but find that your arms folded at your back and your wrists handcuffed. 

“M-Murdock.”

“There you are, petal. It took longer than normal for you to wake up, someone’s out of practice.” He practically sings, taking a hold of your chin, grip just a touch too firm, and forcing your gaze on him.

He’s smirking, predator eyes barely visible through the dark crimson of his sunglasses. You squirm in his hold, trying to pull your chin from his palm but the fog in your mind leaves your limbs far too lethargic to do anything more than give a feeble attempt at struggle. 

“Easy now, little thing, what’s the rush? You’re right where you need to be - in Daddy’s lap.”

You shudder despite yourself, finally mustering the power to yank your face from his grip, dropping your eyes to the floor. 

“Where are my fucking clothes?”

“You know Daddy likes you better like this.”

“That’s not what I asked, asshole.”

“So grouchy. You’re usually so well behaved. Why the tantrum, petal?”

“Why the-” You turn to scowl at him. “You threatened me, drugged me, and now you’ve got me bound and naked. Take your fucking pick!”

Murdock tuts, reaching up to cup the side of your face and trace his thumb over your bottom lip. “I know you like it when I hunt you.”

“N-No, I fucking don’t. You’re a freak, a psychopath, a goddamn murderer and I’m tired of all your shit.”

“Resorting to name calling? You must be feeling very vulnerable. Good.”

“Why can’t you just let me go? Why couldn’t you just let me walk away?”

“Because we both know that’s not what you really want.”

“But it is. I’m tired of living like this. I’m tired of making excuses for you.”

“Making excuses for me…or making excuses for yourself?”

“I…I don’t know what you mean.”

“Oh please, petal, do you remember when I found you? So scared, so lost, so desperate for someone to protect you, to keep you safe.”

“If this is what you call keeping me safe then you’re insane.”

“But that’s the thing, my love. I don’t think you want to be safe. You could’ve been safe with anyone. But you didn’t choose just anyone…you chose me.”

“I-I…I chose wrong. I never should’ve given you the time of day. I should’ve turned you in the second I saw you for what you are.”

“But you didn’t. Because you couldn’t. You want to know why?”

“I have a feeling you’re going to fucking tell me.”

“You need me, babydoll. You need Daddy.”

“I don’t need you, haven’t you been listening? I don’t want anything to do with you, you goddamn monster.”

“Oh I’ve been listening, petal, just not to what you’re saying. I’ve been listening to your body and the way it craves me.”

Murdock clamps his hands down on your hips, pressing you down against his thigh and forcing a whimper from your lips. 

“You ache for me. Without Daddy here to keep you satisfied, what would you do?”

He starts to push and pull you over his thigh, the texture of his jeans rubbing against the sensitive skin between your legs and making sparks shoot up your spine. 

“S-Stop…”

“Do you really want me to? Tell me the truth. Tell me you need me and I’ll stop.”

You shake your head furiously, biting back a moan. “No, I don’t. I don’t.”

“It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself. Why fight it? Why fight me? We both know what you need.”

One of his hands slides up your body and to your chest, his leather clad fingers taking your nipple and tweaking it sharply. You moan, rutting your hips down against his legs subconsciously. Heat blossoms across your face and down your body, fogging your already addled mind. 

“That’s it, babydoll. Daddy makes you feel so good, doesn’t he? You don’t need to fight it, just give into it. Tell me what I want to hear.”

A high pitched whine leaves your throat and you shake your head again, burying your face in the crook of his neck to hide the tears in your eyes. 

“My pretty thing, my perfect pet. You were made for me, made for this. Weren’t you?”

“No, no, please.”

“Hm? Please what? Do you want Daddy to stop? You know what you need to say.”

“I-I…hnn”

Murdock ducks down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, occasionally nipping at it with his teeth. The hand not on your hip reaches back to press a finger against your entrance. 

“Even through the gloves I can feel how this little hole clenches around nothing, practically aching for daddy. Isn’t that right, petal?”

Tears are flowing freely down your cheeks now and you can’t even think of holding them back, can’t even think about anything but the friction between your legs and the finger pressed so close to where you need it. 

“Please, please, Murdock, please.”

“Tell me what I want to hear. Tell Daddy how much you need him, need his cock and I’ll give you anything you want.”

“I can’t- I can’t,” you sob quietly. “Daddy, please.”

“Go on, petal. Three little words, that’s all you need to say. Just three words and Daddy will fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”

Murdock slides his finger inside you, curling it just so to rub against that special spot inside you and it’s too much and exactly right all at the same time. You cum with a cry, rutting helplessly against him and clenching around his finger. 

“I need you, daddy, please, please, please!”

The next few seconds are a blur. You’re lifted briefly followed by the sound of a zipper and then you’re being forced down onto his cock and you’re so full, so full, and why did you fight this? Why did you think anything else could feel as good as this? Why did you think you needed anything but him?

“That’s it, babydoll. I know what you need. Daddy always knows what you need.”

[westanthewaterman]

Kinktober - Day 7/31

Pairing: Murdock x GN!Reader

Kink(s): Shower sex

Contents: shower sex, intercrural sex/thigh fucking, brief penetration, daddy kink, use of sir once

AN: To make up for no entry yesterday, here is a longer drabble. I have to get up at 4:30 tomorrow and was supposed to go to bed half an hour ago, so I don't have time to proofread this, fight me about it. /j

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“Murdock?” You call softly, kicking your shoes off and laying your coat down on the back of the couch. 

The sound of running water leads you to the bathroom where steam escapes from the open door. You stop just outside, peering in curiously to find Murdock in the shower. Steam has fogged up the glass but the curves and dips of his silhouette make your mouth water. 

“You just gonna stand there and stare at me, petal?” Murdock wipes his hand over the glass, allowing you a glimpse of his dark, predator eyes staring at you from across the room. “I don’t mind, but I think you’d have a much better view if you got in with me.”

Rolling your eyes, you cross the room, stopping at the shower door to throw your clothes on the ground before stepping in. Murdock is a sight for sore eyes, all muscle and pale skin littered with scars. His slicked back hair and lack of sunglasses gives you a rare view of his eyes, which are usually hidden in some way. 

You take a step forward, looping your arms around his waist and pressing your chin against his chest to look up at him. 

“Hi, petal.” Murdock smiles, smoothing a hand over your hair. 

“How’d it go?”

“Easy. Almost too easy, I hardly had any fun.”

Rolling your eyes, you press a kiss to his sternum. “I’m sure you’ll find other ways to have your fun, killer.”

Strong hands slip down your back and over the curve of your ass, grabbing and pressing you against him. His cock is hard between the two of you and he guides it to press into the space between your thighs with a soft groan. 

“Are you going to be good for me, petal?” His voice is soft, breath fanning over your ear. “Daddy’s had such a long day. Will you let him use your body to feel good?”

You nod with a soft whimper, pressing your hands to his chest and burying your face in the crook of his neck. 

“So well behaved for me.”

Murdock’s hands take hold of your hips and he begins to move them slowly back and forth. The water allows him a smooth glide between your thighs and every forward roll of your hips grinds the base of his cock against you, sending little sparks shooting up your spine.

“Daddy,” you whimper, sucking a mark into his neck to keep your mouth occupied. 

“I know, petal, your needy little hole needs to be filled. Don’t worry, Daddy will take care of you, but he needs to take the edge off first. You can be patient for me, can’t you?”

You nod against his shoulder but he tangles a hand in your hair and tugs your head back. 

“Daddy asked you a question, little thing. Can you be patient for me?”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

“Good, I know you can. Daddy’s trained you so well.”

Murdock picks up his pace, holding your hips in place as he ruts against you. You clench your thighs around his cock, forcing a ragged moan from his lips. 

“That’s it, petal, you love to make Daddy feel good, don’t you? Daddy’s going to cum for you, little thing. I need you to turn around right now.”

He pulls away from you suddenly, a hand on your shoulder spinning you to face the wall. Murdock pushes on the center of your back, forcing you to press your hands against the glass to brace yourself. Quickly, he nudges your legs apart and presses the head of his cock against your entrance. 

“M-Murdock, what-”

“Sh, it’s alright. Daddy’s cum belongs to you, we can’t let any go to waste.”

Murdock strokes himself quickly, groaning your name softly. “You want Daddy’s cum, baby?”

You nod frantically, pushing your hips back against him, grinding against his leaking cock. 

Murdock cums with a loud curse, pushing the head of his cock inside you and filling you with his cum. You whine, grinding against him in an attempt to pull him deeper but strong hands hold you still. 

“Not yet, petal.” He says breathlessly. 

“It’s going to come out.” 

“Don’t you worry, little thing. Daddy’s going to fuck it back into you. I think you’ll be rather full by the end of the night. How does that sound?”

[westanthewaterman]

Kinktober - 12/31

Pairing: Murdock x GN!Reader

Kink(s): Cockwarming + Bondage

Contents: Cockwarming, bondage, cockwarming as a punishment, use of petal as a petname for reader, no pronouns or specific body parts used, one mention of a knife

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A gloved hand on the back of your neck forces your head down into the sheets.

“Hold still, petal.”

Murdock grabs your wrists with his free hand, pinning them to your back before you feel cold metal and the click of a pair of handcuffs. You whimper, struggling half-heartedly against your bonds, trying to look up at him over your shoulder. 

“Don’t give me that look. You were the one that asked for the cuffs.”

“I know.” You whine. “But now I want to feel you.”

He grins, showing off the barest hint of pointed teeth. “Don’t worry, petal, you’ll certainly be able to feel me.”

Your attempt at an eye roll is rudely interrupted when two lube covered fingers trace over your entrance, making you let out a shaky breath. There’s little resistance when he slides them inside you, a testament to how worked up he’s gotten you already and how desperate you are for something more. 

“That’s it, petal.” Murdock pushes his fingers in all the way, scissoring and stretching them slowly. “You love taking my fingers, don’t you?”

“Yeah, but there are other things I like taking more.” You pointedly eye the bulge in his pants. 

“Chatty today, aren’t you?”

“Only because you’re taking so long.”

He snickers. “Or perhaps you’re being a brat so I’ll fuck your brains out. Is that it?”

Heat spreads across your face and your gaze drops to the bed. “N-No, I don’t know what would give you that idea.”

“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you, petal?”

“Lie? Me? Never.”

Murdock slips a third finger inside you, crooking them to hit that perfect spot, forcing a moan from your lips. 

“Good. Because you know I do to liars, don’t you?”

Your eyes flick to the knife sheathed on his thigh then up to his face. “Y-Yeah.”

“Good.”

He removes his hand from the back of your neck, undoing his belt and fishing out his cock. Murdock lets out a long sigh, stroking himself slowly. You watch with hungry eyes, wiggling your hips in an effort to entice him. 

“Please, fuck me already. I want it so bad.”

“Oh? You want my cock?”

You nod frantically.

“So needy, petal. It’s only been a few hours since I fucked you the last time.”

“And it wasn’t enough.” You whine.

Murdock guides the head of his cock to your entrance. “Don’t worry, precious, I’ll give you what you need.”

He presses in slowly, inch by agonizing inch. When he finally bottoms out, you let out a soft moan and press your forehead to the sheets. You ball your hands into fists and take a deep breath, waiting for the first brutal thrust. But…it never comes. 

“Murdock?” You blink up at him.

“Is there something I can help you with?”

“W-Why aren’t you moving?”

“Oh? Is that what you wanted?”

“Well…yeah. I thought you were going to fuck me.”

He lets out a dark chuckle, tracing his fingers up and down your spine. 

“Oh petal, what’s the rush? We’ve got nowhere to be.”

“But, I want-”

“You should’ve thought about what you wanted before you decided to be a brat and lie to me. So you’re going to sit here and warm my cock while you think about what you did wrong, and how you’re going to make it up to me. Understand?”

“But, Murdock, I need-”

A firm hand presses your face deeper into the mattress, cutting off your words. 

“Oh, petal. Do you really think you know what you need better than I do?”

You shake your head the best you can under his grip.  “That’s what I thought. If you want me to fuck you then I want to hear an apology, and I want you to meant it. But take your time, I’m a patient man. I can wait as long as it takes.”

[jeannewritessometimes]

[[Part 2 of this fanfic, Murdock (Murderplier) x GN!Reader drabble, I’m definitely making this into a series lmao]]

[[Warnings: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, paranoia-inducing content, minors/ageless blogs DNI, mentions of murder, blood, predator/prey themes, horror/romance combo, use of “prize” and similar terms to describe reader, stalking, NSFW (Murdock doesn’t whip it out in this one, but there’s some other… adult activities), possessive language, orgasm denial, light degradation, voyeurism mention, dubcon, NOT ROMANTICIZING YANDERE TROPES]]

It had been weeks since your… encounter with him. You hadn’t gone to the police; you were too scared, and you knew those idiots wouldn’t do anything anyway. You had been doing your own research on this man instead, and… oh boy. 

Murdock Clay, ironically, used the cover of a paranormal investigator. From what you could tell, people made appointments with him to investigate the supernatural occurrences in the area, and he took this opportunity to find his victims. Every time he was recruited to investigate, within a week at the most, a middle-aged man (typically a father) ended up going missing.

Bile rose up your throat once you realized that he was making a mockery of ghost-hunting, something that you had dedicated your entire life to, in order to hide his sick and bloodthirsty exploits. 

You took every precaution to keep yourself safe. Your doors were locked, your blinds were shut, you only left your apartment when you absolutely needed to… Yet, as you lay in bed and closed your eyes, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of unease. Something was wrong. 

“Well, well. You’re so peaceful when you sleep, trophy.”

The sickeningly familiar voice broke you out of your sleepy haze, and you sat up abruptly to see Murdock sitting at the end of your bed, twirling a knife in his hand. You slowly and silently try to reach for your phone, but your heart stopped as you realized that it wasn’t there. 

“Aw, you didn’t think I’d be stupid enough to leave that there?” His lips curled into a sinister smile, and your heart drops as you watch him slip your phone into the pocket of his dark trenchcoat. 

“What the fuck do you want from me?” you demand, trying to hide your fear behind a veil of anger. In reality, you were scared shitless. This guy could easily kill you, and nobody would ever know. Murdock stands up and steps closer to you, before softly caressing your jaw with his gloved hand and letting out a quiet hum.

Chills run down your spine at the softness of his touch, the cold leather of his glove a shock to your system. It’s hard to see his eyes through the pitch-blackness of his sunglasses, but you knew that they were fixated on you like a wolf that had found a sheep with a broken leg. 

All in all… you were fucked. 

“I wanted to see you again. I’d be an idiot if I let my little prize get away from me again, wouldn’t I?” he mused, his hand slipping down to gently wrap around your throat. He didn’t squeeze- not yet, anyway- just held you in place as he moved his face closer to you.

It seemed like the scratches you’d left on his face had healed pretty quickly. The one scar that had been left behind was faint, barely noticeable until Murdock had gotten closer. “You see, I don’t take kindly to being teased. Especially not by someone that I’d planned on hunting for sport.” 

You’re unable to do anything but stare at him, your eyes wide with fear. God, that conflicting warmth in your gut was back. It was almost like you were turned on by this, but there was no way in hell that you were turned on by this. No way in hell. 

“I feel your pulse through my glove, you know. Your heart is racing, trophy.” He squeezes softly, as if to prove his point, and your breath hitches in your throat. “Is that because you’re scared of me?”

You want to nod, cuss at him, even spit in his face or something, but all that comes out is a pathetic whimper. God, you were sick for being turned on by this. 

As if reading your mind, Murdock loosens his grip slightly and pulls you closer. His lips are mere inches away from yours and you can feel his hot breath on your skin. “Oh, I understand, trophy, you’re not scared. Not primarily, anyway,” he teased, looking at you from above the rims of his sunglasses. His eyes are a dull shade of blue, but there’s a bit of dark red circling the outside of his iris. It doesn’t look supernatural, per se, more so just an odd quirk. But you’re hardly focused on that right now. Murdock’s free hand moves down your chest, brushing against your clothed nipple and making you shiver softly before continuing down your sternum and over to rest on your waist. His body is warm, you can feel the heat radiating off of him, but your mind is too fuzzy to think very hard about that. 

“You see, I knew you weren’t like the rest of my victims when you were on your knees begging for your life” he continued, his voice a low whisper. “The way you looked at me when you were sobbing, the way your eyes wandered… Trophy, you really ought to know better. You want to get fucked by a serial killer, don’t you? What a pervert.”

You closed your eyes at those words, inhaling sharply as if Murdock had cut you with the knife he’d previously had in his hand. You knew he was right and god fucking damn it, that pissed you off. 

You opened your mouth to protest, but as Murdock’s hand slipped lower and rested on your lower thigh, you couldn’t help but let out another soft shudder. You’d been wearing shorts to bed that night, and you were starting to regret it as his fingertips circled the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “Oh, my prize, you’re pathetic. You’re like putty under my touch, aren’t you?” 

“Get your hands off me,” you hiss. Even though you protest, fuck, you just want him to move his fingers in between your legs and fuck you open with his hand.  

“‘Get your hands off me, Murdock’,” he mocked. “Oh, come on. We both know you’re one step away from begging for me like you were the other night. Look at how your body reacts to my touch.” He moves to whisper in your ear, one of his gloved fingers moving to play with the band of your underwear. “If you want me to keep going, tell me now. If not, well… I can always just leave.”

A defeated whine leaves your throat, and you bare your neck to him. “Please…” you whisper, letting out a little gasp as his lips press against your pulse point. “Fuck, please fuck me.”

Murdock lets out a quiet chuckle, his tongue darting out to taste your skin as his fingers slip under your waistband and brush against your sensitive sex. You were practically dripping for him already, unable to control your ragged breathing as he began moving his fingers in soft circles. 

“Perfect,” he whispered, dragging his teeth along your skin and moving the hand that had previously been gripping your throat up to tangle in your hair. “Let me know if you need me to stop, trophy.” As he works over you with his fingers, stopping was the last thing on your mind. You let out a soft moan as Murdock began sucking a mark into the skin where your shoulder met the base of your neck, arching into his touch slightly. 

“Fuck, please don’t stop,” you whined, your thighs twitching slightly as a coil began tightening in your stomach. The feeling of Murdock’s gloves on your overly-sensitive skin was overwhelming, making your hips roll against his hand gently. 

“God, look at you,” he practically moaned between kisses to your neck. “So pathetic when I’m touching you like this.” His mocking only served to make you more overwhelmed, letting out a soft gasp as he applied more pressure to your sex. 

“I bet you’d like it if I bent you halfway out the window and fucked you until the whole neighborhood knew you were mine, huh?” he continued, before biting into your neck and making you moan out. 

His tongue ran over the indents in your skin, soothing the pain. You felt the coil in your gut tightening, unable to form a coherent thought as Murdock’s fingers worked over your arousal. “Or maybe I should put a gag on you, huh? So only I can see or hear how much you like my hands on you.”

Your hips are now shamelessly grinding against his hand, shivering softly and attempting to chase that high that you so desperately wanted. Your breath is coming out in sharp gasps and shivers, just so fucking close to reaching that high, and…

Murdock pulled his hand away, leaving you to grind against nothing but the cold air of your bedroom. “Oh, trophy, you didn’t actually think I was going to reward you after pulling a stunt like that, did you?” he teased, running his tongue up your neck once more before stepping away and looking over his gloves. 

The leather was covered in your slick, and you barely got a chance to look at him before he licked your juices off his fingers and let out a quiet moan at the taste. “Maybe if you’re good next time I visit, I’ll fuck you just as good as you deserve, yeah?”

[mane--attraction]

Ah yes, my very late "year in review post" whoops lol (MINORS DNI)

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Longest Tag: 130 characters

#okay after thinking about it you may have mentioned the idea as a fic at one point (cuz i know it was brought up for rp) but still

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Murderplier/Murdoch spicy headcanons - MINORS DNI

A/N I’ve been holding onto these since... May 5th? Damn lol forgot about them until literally today when I’m making this post. >:P Under read more just in case. 

CW: knifes, murder mention, blood mention, gender neutral but there is a period mention (if I need more warnings, let me know)

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58 notes - Posted July 21, 2022

#4

A/N: I wrote this at 3am don't look at me

MINORS DNI

Murdock has a habit.

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58 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

#3

"Perhaps you are tired of me repeating myself over..."

One spank. You yelp with a jolt.

"...and over..."

Another spank, another cry from you. You swear that slap was harder.

"...and over again," he growls into your ear as he gives one more and you hiss in pain, even as a shudder runs down your spine.

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79 notes - Posted February 1, 2022

#2

Technically

(A/N: This has been languishing for a while cuz despite being a drabble I got stuck really quickly; I couldn’t figure out how to make what I wrote mesh with the idea of “someone comes to the door” without it feeling unnecessary. Ah well, another time, mayhaps. Anyway, enjoy~)

(minors dni)

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Technically, the head engineer should bunk near the engines, in case of an issue. Technically, in addition to being closer to the bridge, the captain's quarters only have room for one.

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147 notes - Posted September 2, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

How they would react to you tying yourself up in ribbon as a gift for them: Actor and Dark

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157 notes - Posted January 5, 2022

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(posts edited down for length and also to hide most of the naughty stuff lol. also for some reason this recap post removed the read more from everything so the entire post was slapped in there)

What a year! I know I'm (very) late with posting this, but I only refound this recap thing in the last few days of 2022 and then I got busy. My most popular post was the one towards the beginning of the year, and I actually reblogged stuff to this blog that wasn't just that one gifset! Whodathunk! The top five has a pretty good range, which I'm happy about. Thank you to everyone in particular who reblogged stuff and added tags, I appreciate those notes the most. And also those asks, hehe. I live for the yelling at me in my inbox and the tags. Who knows what this year will bring~~ >:3

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Hello!

I’m Westan, but you can call me West if you want!

This is my side blog where I write mainly for the Markiplier Cinematic Universe. I follow and interact from inspacewithchica

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ATTENTION: Please, please don’t send me any asks or tag me in anything bug related. I also encourage people to tag for bugs/insects/spiders. Thank you!

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Requests

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Request Guidelines 

These aren’t required but it will help me make sure I’m filling your request to the best of my ability!

Please specify:

SFW or NSFW

Drabble, Headcanon, or Fic 

Reader pronouns/AGAB

Romantic, Platonic, etc

Any prompts you would like (please send the actual prompt sentence, not just the number thank you!)

Characters I will write for:

*=sfw only

#=drabbles, and headcanons only

Annus #

Aurthur (aka Author)

Bing

Captain Magnum *#

Damien

Dark

Dr. Iplier

Engineer!Mark

Eric Derekson

God of Night

Google

Heehoo #

Illinois James

Marcus (aka Actor!Mark)

Murdock (aka Murderplier)

Noir!Mark

Stan the Water Man *#

The Host

The Jims #

Porniplier #

Wilford Warfstache

William J Barnum #

Yancy

Things I will write:

SFW or NSFW

F/M/GN/AFAB/AMAB Reader

Ego x reader x Ego

Ego x Ego 

(this one is up to my discretion, I’m more comfortable with some ships than others)

Things I won’t write:

Please don’t send asks about these topics, unless you are asking about my boundaries regarding them, thanks!

Pregnancy 

(breeding kink is fine)

Oral sex

CNC/Non-con

Rape

Incest

Pedophilia/Underage

Watersports/Scat

Foot fetish

Master/Slave

Hard pet play

(eating from a bowl, being in a cage)

Boot worship

Sir kink

Abuse

Hard impact play 

(canes, paddles, floggers, etc, riding crop is okay)

Self-harm/Suicide

Menstruation/Periods/Abortion 

Character Tags:

Annus/Mori - Sandman

Antisepticeye - Glitch Bitch

Author - Narration Nightmare

Bing - Bot Boi

Bim - Hungry Host

Captain/District Attorney - The Watcher

Captain Magnum - Tag Coming Soon

Damien - Mayor Man

Dark - 3D Fucker

Detective Abe - Detective Dork

Dr. Iplier - Doctor Doctor

Engineer!Mark - Engineer Egghead

Eric Derekson - Anxious Angel

God of Night - Divorced Deity

Google - Goog

Heehoo - Cave Cryptid

Heist!Mark - Thicc Thief

Illinois James - Indiana Jones Knockoff

Jameson Jackson - Dapper Gentleman

Jim Twins - Slim Jims

Marcus (aka Actor!Mark) - Drama King

Murdock (aka Murderplier) - Smooth Criminal

Noir!Mark - Detective Dreamy

Stan the Water Man - Tag Coming Soon

The Host - Radio Host

Porniplier - Pizza Prick

Wilford Warfstache - Pink Maniac

William J Barnum - Colonel Mustard

Yancy - Jailbird

General Tags:

West Whispers - talky stuff, asks, not writing

West Writes - all my writing

West is at Work - if I’m tagging things with this, that means I am at work, send me things to help my shift go by faster

Friends - mutuals and askbox friends

Horny Gang - anything involving the Horny Gang (Echo, W, + Nines)

Guilty Pleasure Hours - it’s late and I don’t want to go to bed so send me your guilty pleasures

SFW - read these in a public place

NSFT - read these in a public place if ur freaky

Events:

Milestone Celebration Masterlist

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