#murderplier x reader insert

[weirdlyhornyforegos]

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MINORS DNI!!! This from an au I've been skrunkling on for the like the last week. All you need to know for this specific fic is that you are high up in some company and rich, Yancy is your sugar baby, and sometimes you bring in Murdock for some extra fun. Yancy x Murdock x amab reader

Wordcount: 1.7k+

Tags/warnings: dom/sub dynamics, dom reader, use of sir, begging, crying, degradation, praise, oral, anal, slight dumbification

Before you left for your week long work trip, you had said to Murdock and Yancy that they were free to have any fun they'd like, within the usual rules of course.

So coming home to a quiet house, or at least quiet in the way that Yancy doesn't greet you at the door like he often does.

Because you can hear something coming from upstairs.

Quick to get your shoes and jacket off, you follow the noise to your bedroom, where upon opening the door you are met with the rather lovely sight of Yancy on his hands and knees on your bed, Murdock pounding into him from behind.

You realize tears are streaming down Yancy's face, hiccups and whines mixing with moans. As soon as he spots you, one arm tries to reach out, but has to quickly be slammed back down so he doesn't lose his balance and faceplant into the mattress.

"Sir, sir, siiirrrrr, pleaseeeeee!"

"Welcome home, we were just having some fun." Murdock speaks as you spot the cockring around Yancy's cock.

"Baby boy, how long and how much?" Yancy can't seem to answer. You look to his hands for any sort of signal for a pause or a stop, but his hands are curled into the sheets hard enough that his knuckles are turning white, and his moans blends in with his cries.

You chuckle, taking a seat on the small couch you had brought into your room just for a scenario like this. Sitting down, you lean back, content to watch Murdock finish up

"Don't let me interrupt. Put on a good show for me, won't you, baby boy?"

Murdock grins, pinching a nipple, making Yancy shiver and whimper. He rocks back into Murdock, tears streaming down his face as he does so.

He tries to put his head and upper body down so he can muffle his noises, but Murdock is having none of it, pulling him up by his hair so Yancy’s back is pressed against his chest.

“Oh no, none of that baby boy. No hiding when you’re supposed to provide entertainment.” Yancy whimpering as Murdock fucks into him, arm across his chest and hand on his hip keeping him in place.

Looking at you when he manages to keep his eyes open, pleading for you to do something.

But you don’t, just lazily touching yourself over your pants, and watching your baby boy getting fucked within an inch of his life, just as he deserves.

This goes on for a while.

You just watch as Murdock keeps your baby boy an absolute mess.

He's leaking, blubbering, holding onto Murdock's arm around his chest for dear life as Murdock kisses over his shoulder and neck. He's murmuring absolute filth into Yancy's skin, sometimes making eye contact with you as he does so.

At one point he lets his teeth drag over skin, making Yancy shudder oh so sweetly. You send him a warning glare, Murdock grinning back at you.

"How much trouble would I be in if I marked up this pretty little patch of skin?" A finger strokes over a spot just beneath Yancy's jaw.

"A lot."

"I thought you said I could have any fun I'd like." Murdock kisses the spot, which earns a whimper from Yancy, not only because of the kiss, but also because Murdock has stopped fucking him, just staying inside of Yancy, keeping his cock warm.

"I said that both of you could, but that is one of the few rules I have for you both, and it shouldn't be broken."

"He would look rather stunning with some marks all over his pretty neck, no?"

"He would, but he's not getting them from you. Unless you'd like to be punished?"

"Not tonight, I would prefer to walk out of here." He sends a glare at you, but you can see the heat hidden underneath.

Neither of you say anything for a few moments, then Murdock sighs, pulling out of Yancy, which causes him to whimper. Murdock shushes him, leading him by the hair over to you. He pushes Yancy down to straddle your lap, then sinks back inside of him.

"If I can't make marks, at least our sweet little toy can get that little visual upgrade from you." A beat, a grin. "Sir." Yancy's breath hitches as Murdock starts fucking him again, albeit slower this time.

You start to kiss over his throat and shoulders, gently tilting his head back at first, touch fleeting and light.

But that doesn't last long, the temptation of Yancy and the noises you know he can make are too strong, and as soon as you bite down, both of them groan in unison.

"Do that again, he got so fucking tight and perfect around my cock." It's not often you take orders from Murdock, but this time you are on the same wavelength. So you bite down again, and again that wonderful mix of noise from them both.

For every bite and every hickey you make, Yancy groans, moans, or cries, his voice begging you even though he doesn't utter a single word, too gone for it. Murdock keeps talking to him, switching between degradation and praise, often mixing the two.

"Such a perfect whore aren't you? So open for anyone your Sir tells you to fuck. So willing to just be used and abused, fucked like the little toy you are."

"You just need your Sir's teeth on you to cum, don't you? Such a sweet, but oh so sick, little thing."

"Made to be ruined, that is what you are, made to be filled with cocks and cum."

"Pleaseeeee" It's the first word Yancy has uttered since he begged you to cum when you came home, so you take pity on your baby boy.

Giving no warning to either of them, you reach down, slipping the cockring off Yancy. He doesn't even have time to say anything before he spills all over your hand and the front of your pants.

Murdock grunts, and while Yancy shakes apart around him, he gets a few more pumps in before he spills himself inside of Yancy.

"Such a good baby boy." You whisper into his ear, catching his lips in a gentle kiss.

"Want youse….." Yancy slurs out, Murdock laughs behind him, but you ignore that in favor of sending a fond smile Yancy's way.

"You can get me wherever you want baby, as your reward." Yancy blinks slowly, nods, gasping as Murdock pulls out. "Where do you want me baby?"

"Mouth….." Another slow blink, before he maneuvers himself off your lap and down on his knees. Murdock sits down next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder, watching as Yancy nuzzles your cock through your pants.

"What a lovely sight." He reaches down, unzipping your pants for Yancy, and helping him move your underwear out of the way so Yancy can get his mouth on your cock.

"You feeling in a- ah!" Your sentence is broken up as Yancy sinks his mouth down as far as he can go. "Love-y mood tonight?"

"Sometimes a reward is in order after all." Yancy swallows around your cock, making you look down at him.

He has his hands crossed behind his back, his gaze dazed, but at the same time filled with lust. You know what he wants now, but Murdock beats you to it, tangling a hand in his hair, and begins moving him up and down on your cock.

"What a lovely toy." He grins at you, and you huff, rolling your eyes as you tangle a hand in his hair instead, and drag him in for a kiss.

"And the love-y mood was gone." You speak against his lips, which gets a chuckle from Murdock before he kisses you. Yancy whines around your cock and it feels amazing.

You know you won't last long, not with the show they gave you, but you still savor in the feeling of a warm mouth moving up and down on your cock, and the slight stubble as you kiss Murdock.

It only takes a few minutes of two mouths on you for you to cum, spilling yourself into one as you moan against the other.

"Such a good Sir." Murdock whispers in your ear, biting your earlobe for the briefest of seconds. He's testing the limits, and you both know it. Though instead of challenging or calling him on it, you turn your focus to Yancy.

He has his eyes closed, head resting on your thigh, breathing heavy and a bit shaky. Reaching out, your gentle touch to his cheek makes him open his eyes. He opens his mouth next, showing how your cum is gone.

"Good boy." You gently urge him to get up, doing the same. You check him over as he sways lightly in your hold, and Murdock's as he gets up to, supporting Yancy with a hand on his back.

"You good baby?"

"Mhm, thank youse sir." You give him a quick kiss, holding his face. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes again and sighing, a sound you know means that you will need help to keep him from falling asleep until you have at least gotten him through the shower.

You glance at Murdock, who is watching the display with rapt attention. When you make eye-contact with him, you raise a brow, and he nods.

You both start to move Yancy in the direction of the bathroom, which makes Yancy let out a little noise if discontent, because it's the opposite direction of the bed.

"Shush baby boy, your sir and I just need to take care of you first, then you'll get to sleep as much as you'd like."

"And cuddles?" Yancy mumbles as you make it to the bathroom.

"And of course cuddles, in clean sheets even, since Murdock will change them." Murdock snorts, and you poke out your tongue at him. "Your turn, and besides, you started this."

"Technically you did, when you left for your work trip and said I could have some fun." Murdock lets go of Yancy for a few moments, getting the shower started.

"Again, I said both of you could have fun, an-"

"I had fun..." Yancy mutters as he bonks his head against your shoulder, before he is led inside the shower.

"I know baby." All three of you in the shower is luckily no problem anymore since you got the bathroom renovated.

"Of course you did, it was with me." You try to flick Murdock's side, but he easily avoids it, glaring at you with no heat. You roll your eyes then chuckle.

[westanthewaterman]

After the Hunt - Murdock x M!Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 2400+

Contents: age difference, cmnm, knife play, blood play, unsafe sex, severely under-negotiated kink, Murdock and reader are serial killers

Summary: After another successful hunt, you and Murdock return to the safe house to regroup. Blood pumping, adrenaline in your veins, what else are you to do but fuck each other’s brains out?

AN: Please, please, please read all the tw’s before reading this. This is filthy and I have no excuses. Decided to make a M Reader version because everyone deserves to have fun with the pointy knife man.

AO3 - MASTERLIST - F!READER VERSION

You shut the door with a relieved sigh, dropping your bag on the bed. It’s late, the darkness outside the windows suggests that it’s past midnight. You draw the blinds swiftly and make your way into the bathroom. 

Leaning over the sink, you splash water onto your face before lathering your hands in soap, scrubbing at the blood stains on your fingers. It had been a messy kill, but you were learning quickly that Murdock had been right, those were the most fun.

Murdock Killinheim. You’re not really sure if that’s his real name or just an alias, but you think if your parents had given you a name like that you’d probably become a serial killer too. He’s an odd man, dangerous and secretive, but you’ve grown to really enjoy his company. 

You’re not sure why he chose you to take on as an apprentice of sorts. When you had asked him once, he told you that the day the two of you met, he saw a darkness in you, a bloodlust. You can’t disagree, of course, you know it’s always been there, just under the surface. Most of your life has been spent trying to be the perfect child, attempting to live up to your parents’ ridiculous expectations. Living like that can drive a person to do…bad things. 

And now here you are. The two of you have been on the run together for almost a year, like Bonnie and Clyde without the bank robbing and a lot more murdering. There’s something about Murdock that draws you to him. You’re not sure what but you know giving in to it is a bad idea. Not only is he almost ten years your senior, he’s a dangerous man, a man with a dark past, and that never bodes well. 

You’re not sure if it’s love or lust, but, honestly, you don’t really care either way. Seeing him just after a kill, adrenaline pumping, blood all over, makes you hot in all the right ways. 

The door to the motel room opens and Murdock steps in, shutting and locking it behind him. He peers through the blinds, scanning the darkness outside.

“You weren’t followed, were you?”

“Of course not.” You dry your hands and walk out into the main room. “I’m always careful.”

“I know you are.”

He’s wearing his usual get-up - a turtle neck, long peacoat, pair of leather gloves, and his signature dark glasses. Murdock slips the glasses and his coat off and sets them on the small coffee table. He’d cleaned up the best he could before fleeing the scene but there is still blood spattered across his cheeks. 

“Another successful hunt. You did well tonight.”

“Oh, thanks.”

“We’ll lay low here for a few days. When we pack up and hit the road, I’m thinking we drive west.”

“It’d be nice to see the coast.”

“My thoughts exactly. The ocean certainly makes for a good burial ground.”

A smirk spreads across his face and he gets a dark look in his eyes, the same one he gets whenever he talks about a potential kill. It sends a jolt of electricity up your spine. 

Murdock keeps talking about plans and ideas, new weapons he’d like to try, techniques he wants to teach you. You’re trying to listen but he pulls the knife out of its holster on his thigh, twirling it in his fingers, and you’re finding it very hard to focus. There’s still blood on the blade and seeing it makes your mouth dry. Murdock pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and beings to wipe it clean but stops when he notices your gaze. 

“Something the matter?”

You blink, flicking your eyes up to look at him but they quickly fall back to the knife. “N-No, nothing. What were you saying?”

He follows your gaze to the blade in his hand, running a fingertip over the sharp metal. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? Small but deadly.”

“Yeah.”

“I suppose I could say the same about you.” Murdock takes a step forward, looking over you with dark eyes. “It’s truly something to watch you work. It’s…beautiful.”

You duck your head, feeling heat rising to your face. Slowly, with a practiced hand, he slides the knife down your jaw and under your chin, tilting your head up. Your eyes meet and he’s looking at you with such intensity you feel like you can’t breathe. You know this is a bad idea, that you should step away, tell him you’re going to bed, but you can’t make yourself move. 

“I have been captivated by you since the day we met, little flower. It’s been so much fun watching you bloom.”

One of his hands reaches out to cup the side of your face. The leather of his glove is cool against your heated skin. 

“Murdock,” you say softly. 

“We both know what you want, I want it too, so stop fighting yourself.”

A whimper escapes your throat and he smirks, putting his blade back in its holster. Murdock closes the distance between the two of you, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. It’s everything you’d imagined and so much more. You loop your arms around his neck, pulling him flush against you. One of his hands slips into your hair and the other gets a hold of your waist, fingers digging into your skin but not enough to bruise. 

Your body is on fire and you feel like you can’t get enough of him. His tongue presses against the seam of your lips, slipping into your mouth, tasting you. You’re not sure what compels you to do it, but you bite down on his lower lip, just enough to draw blood. Murdock groans and pulls away, touching his lip.

“Bloodthirsty, aren’t you?”

You smirk. “You could say that.”

He gives you a devilish smile and pushes you onto your back on the bed, leaning over you. “This is how it’s going to go, little flower. You’re going to undress for me and I’m going to give you everything you want, call it a reward for a successful kill.”

“How do you know what I want?” You push yourself up onto your elbows. 

“Oh trust me, I know exactly what it is you want. I can see it in those beautiful eyes of yours. You want to be wrecked.”

Murdock whispers the last word in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine and you can’t help but rub your thighs together in hope of getting some kind of relief for the ache that has started between your legs. 

“So you’re going to be good and do what I tell you, aren’t you?”

You nod, looking up at him with wide eyes. When you don’t move, however, he slaps your thigh lightly. 

“Go on. I’m waiting.”

You remember that he told you to undress and you swallow the lump in your throat, feeling suddenly shy. Slowly, you pull your shirt off over your head and drop it to the floor. He gestures for you to continue, his eyes roaming over your skin. You undo the button on your jeans and lift your hips, sliding them down your thighs and to the floor. 

Murdock’s hands, still clad in the leather gloves, plant themselves on your thighs, running up and down the length of them slowly. 

“God,” he groans, “such soft skin. I would love to mark it up.”

You’re not sure if he means with his mouth or with his knife and, honestly, you can’t decide which one you like more. The thought alone pulls a moan from your lips. 

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Having my mark all over you.” (I'd love to have a mark all over me wink wink wink)

“God yes.”

Murdock’s eyes are glued to your chest and the way it rises and falls with each heavy breath you take. He slides his hand up your sides until he can run his thumbs over your nipples. The simple touch sends a shock of pleasure through you and you fall back against the bed.

“Just one thing left, little flower. Would you like some help getting them off?”

You bite your lip and nod frantically. He chuckles and pulls out his knife once again. Carefully, he slips the blade under the waist of your underwear and yanks it towards himself, cutting the fabric and repeating the motion on the other side. He pulls them off you, balling them up and throwing them over his shoulder. 

Now fully bear under his gaze, the cool air hitting your heated skin, you squirm nervously as he looks over you.

“So beautiful. Let me look at you.”

Murdock runs his hands from your chest down to your thighs, spreading your legs open. You’re hard already, practically dripping for him, and he licks his lips. One of his hands leaves its spot on your thigh to slip between your legs. The cold leather of his gloves is a shock against your dick but it feels so good. His fingers wrap around you loosely, just barely applying pressure. 

“So hard already. Tell me what you want.”

You open your mouth to speak but all you can let out is a choked moan as he starts to slowly stroke the length of your cock.

“Go on.”

“I-I want you to fuck me.”

“Yes, I know that already. Tell me what you want.”

You throw your head back, squeezing your eyes shut, and speak before you can stop yourself. “I want you to wreck me. I want you to fuck me with your knife against my throat.”

He groans. “Oh little flower, what fun we’re going to have.”

Murdock slips off his shoes and climbs onto the bed. He pulls a small bottle of lube from the nightstand and you give him a curious look, to which he simply smirks. Murdock pours a generous amount into his hand, warming it between his gloved fingers before reaching down and pressing two fingers inside you. You moan, gripping the sheets and rolling your hips up into his touch. He uses his free hand to trace the tip of his knife up and down your thigh, leaving behind thin, red lines in its wake. 

“M-Murdock, please, I don’t want to wait anymore.”

“Inpatient, are we? Well alright, I suppose we can speed things up. Turn over, hands and knees.”

You do as you’re told, flipping onto your stomach and raising up onto your hands and knees. Murdock looks over you for a moment, admiring the curve of your ass and the arch of your back. He uses the hand that was just touching you to undo his belt and pull out his cock. He gives it a few slow strokes, aided by the lube still on his fingers, before positioning himself behind you. He sets the knife on the bed, one hand grabbing your hip and the other guiding the head of his cock to your entrance. Slowly, so slowly, he slips inside you inch by inch until his hips are flush with yours. 

You both groan. He’s just the right size to stretch you open without causing too much pain. Murdock reaches around and presses a hand to your sternum, pushing you up against his chest. 

“How does it feel?” He whispers in your ear.

“F-Full.”

He pulls back slowly then rocks his hips forwards, forcing a moan from your lips. Murdock starts at a slow pace, rocking into you with languid but powerful thrusts, each one pressing his cock into that spot that makes you see stars. He trails kisses down the side of your neck, stopping at the crook of your neck where he sucks a dark mark into your skin. 

You don’t think it can get any better until one of his hands reaches down between your legs to stroke your cock and the other picks up the knife again, pressing the blade loosely against your throat. You gasp, terrified of moving but loving every second. 

Murdock picks up his pace, hips slamming into yours. He breathes heavily in your ear, letting you hear every grunt and moan that escapes his lips. 

“You’ve wanted this since the day we met, haven’t you? Don’t think I haven’t seen the way you look at me after a fresh kill. Filthy boy, it turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” you moan helplessly, grabbing his wrist in an effort to ground yourself. 

“And now here you are, helpless and completely at my mercy, my fucking knife against your throat. Just a little more pressure and I could sever your jugular, watch you bleed out all over the sheets. You’d look so good covered in crimson, the color draining from your face.”

You let out a high-pitched whine. His words should scare you, they should terrify you, but all you can feel is your climax inching closer and closer. 

“But no, no, this is so much more fun. Are you going to cum for me?”

You nod frantically. “Please, please, please!”

“So desperate for it and it’s so close, isn’t it? You can practically taste it, can’t you? Just a little more.”

He picks up his pace, pistoning his cock in and out of you. Murdock presses the knife into your neck with more pressure and you can feel your skin splitting beneath the blade, not enough to do any real damage, but enough to send rivulets of blood dripping down your neck and over your chest. 

“Fuck, look at you.” He groans, out of breath. “Little flower, I want you to cum for me. Cum all over my fucking cock.”

The sharp edge to his voice is all you need to throw you over the edge. You clamp down around him, cumming all over his hand and throwing your head back against his shoulder as you call out his name. He fucks you through it, not slowing down until he’s cumming inside you, filling you with warmth. 

He stills and the two of you fight to catch your breath. Slowly, Murdock pulls out of you with a groan and you flop down onto your back. You look up and watch as he licks your blood off his knife before slipping it back into his holster. 

“Fuck,” you sigh, closing your eyes. 

Murdock chuckles, tucking himself back into his pants and sitting down on the edge of the bed, finally slipping off his gloves. He traces his thumb over the cut on your neck gently. “Exquisite.”

“I need a shower and like a full day of sleep now.”

“Well, we are going to be here for a few days. I’m sure we’ll have time for…everything we want to do.”

[westanthewaterman]

I like doing sneak peeks so have this

TW: Knife

You duck your head, feeling heat rising to your face. Slowly, with a practiced hand, he slides the knife down your jaw and under your chin, tilting your head up. Your eyes meet and he’s looking at you with such intensity you feel like you can’t breathe. You know this is a bad idea, that you should step away, tell him you’re going to bed, but you can’t make yourself move.