#murdock killinheim x reader smut

[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.”

[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

Kinktober Masterlist

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.”

[westanthewaterman]

Something Sweet - Murdock x GN!Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 1000+

For @echo-echo31​ >:3

TW: very, very dubcon, aphrodisiacs

Notes: I had planned to make this longer with a part at the end explaining this was a scene between two consenting people. Might do a part two so I can put that in. Reader discretion and all that.

MASTERLIST - AO3

You struggle against the strong arms, keeping you pressed against the body at your back. Just when you think you might be able to slip free, a cloth is pressed over the lower half of your face.

Instinctively, you take in a deep, panicked breath, filling your nose with an almost sickly sweet smell. You continue to struggle, grabbing helplessly at the arm around your waist and the hand keeping the cloth over your face. All the while, your head is beginning to feel heavy, and your thoughts are getting hazy and jumbled.

There’s a warmth in your body that you assume is from the adrenaline of it all but when the first sign of arousal hits you, you tense up, pausing in your attempt to get away. The man at your back chuckles darkly, snaking his arm even tighter around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Just breathe it in, darling. It’ll make this all so much easier.”

Lightheaded now from the lack of oxygen and whatever he’s put on the cloth, you make one last feeble attempt at getting away, driving your heel back into his knee. The man curses and his grip loosens enough for you to slip away. You manage to get a few feet between the two of you before the room spins and you have to brace your hand against the wall to keep yourself from falling.

It’s so hot.

You feel like you’re running a fever. Your skin is flushed and you can hear your heart pounding in your ears. There’s a warmth in your core that wasn’t there a moment ago, setting every nerve ending on high alert, making your clothes feel uncomfortable with how they rub over your skin.

You know you need to escape, you know you need to find a way out and away from your capture, but your addled brain is too far gone to think of anything other than how good it felt to have a tall, strong body pressed against you.

“Having trouble coming up with an escape plan, petal?”

That deep voice is in your ear again and the man is grabbing your shoulders, crowding you back into the wall. He leans down, so close that the tips of your noses are touching, and forces his leg between both of yours to keep you in place. You’re not sure if it’s on purpose or not, but his thigh rubs up against you, creating beautiful, blinding friction, and you can’t stop the moan that leaves you.

“So precious.” He takes your chin in his hand, guiding your gaze up into his deep, brown eyes. “You can feel it coursing through your veins, can’t you?”

Your speech is slurred when you speak, your mouth tripping over the words. “W-What did you do?”

The man pulls the cloth from his pocket, bringing it up to his nose to get a small whiff of whatever he’s doused it with. “Oh, just something sweet to make you more pliant.”

“Wh-Who are you?”

“Murdock.” The man ghosts his lips over your ear. “But you can call me Daddy.”

Despite the situation, despite the tiny voice in the back of your head telling you you should be terrified, all you can do is moan. Murdock captures your lips in a kiss and it feels so good to have his mouth on yours, his tongue forcing its way inside to taste you.

You whine high in your throat and grab the lapels of his jacket to pull him closer. Murdock smirks against your mouth, rocking his thigh up against you. He’s everywhere - his solid chest beneath your hands, his cologne in the air, his taste in your mouth. You’re dizzy with want but you can’t seem to form a single word to articulate how you’re feeling.

“It’s so nice not having to think about anything but how good you feel, isn’t it? You don’t have to think about anything but how good Daddy is making you feel.”

You can’t even really understand what he’s saying anymore but you nod anyway, whining when he pulls away. He doesn’t go far though, ducking his head down to start sucking a mark into the skin at the crook of your neck. His stubble scratches so deliciously against your throat and he worries your skin between his teeth, laving over the mark he’s created with the tip of his tongue to soothe the sting.

It feels so good and you’re already so lost in the sensations. Pleasure overrides your brain as he continues to mark up your neck and drag his thigh back and forth between your legs. It’s so much. Too much.

You’re cumming before you even realize you’re close, body spasming helplessly in his hold. You moan, long and breathless, throwing your head back against the wall and squeezing your eyes shut.

“Oh petal, already? Has it affected you that much?”

With a few deep breaths, you expect your body to feel worn out and exhausted, but instead, you find that you’re still just as on edge as you were before your orgasm, every nerve ending buzzing with energy.

“W-What…”

“Oh sweet thing, don’t worry, we’re only just getting started. It’s going to take a few hours for Daddy to get it all out of your system. You’re doing so well.”

A fire lights inside you at the praise and you whimper. “Please.”

“What is it? Tell me what you need.”

“M-More, need more.”

“Oh I know, sweet thing, but you need to ask properly. Do you think you can do that?”

You hesitate for just a moment, the last remaining shred of resistance burning up in your pleasure-addled brain. You look up at him with big eyes, clutching tightly to the front of his shirt, and whisper softly.

“Please Daddy.”

Murdock groans, wrapping his hand around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make your head feel light. He teases his mouth over yours, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth and scraping his canines over it, drawing a drop of blood that he’s quick to swipe away his tongue.

“Oh petal, I am going to have so much fun with you. Where do we start?”

[westanthewaterman]

Forever - Murdock x F!Reader 2/3

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 1800+

TW: knifeplay, bloodplay, scarification, possessive behavior, unsafe sex, naked reader clothed Murdock, pet names (petal, sweet thing, little thing, darling), afab reader but no pronouns or gendered words

MASTERLIST - AO3 - PART ONE - M!READER VERSION

After his declaration, Murdock makes quick work of the rest of your clothes, yanking off your pants and underwear. You’re wet already, slick making your cunt and the inside of your thighs shine. 

Murdock licks his lips, strong hands pushing your legs further apart allowing him the room to settle between them on his knees. 

“Look at you, little thing, always so ready for Daddy. Did you miss me while I was gone?”

You open your mouth to answer but a leather-clad finger swipes through your folds, catching on your clit and forcing a moan from your lips. 

“Always miss you when you’re gone.” You whimper. 

“I know you do, petal. Daddy barely thinks about anything else while he’s away. It can be so hard to focus on the hunt sometimes, thinking about you and this sweet little cunt of yours, how good it will feel when I can sink into you again.”

As soon as he says the words, his finger presses into you slowly, the leather of his gloves adding special friction. Murdock watches how your eyes squeeze shut and your chest heaves with the deep breath you suck between your teeth. 

Even through the glove, he can feel how hot you are and it makes his cock twitch in his pants at the thought of how good you’re going to feel wrapped around him. 

But not yet. 

No, he has other plans for you first. 

“Daddy,” you whine, “please, more.”

“So good, petal, asking Daddy for what you need.” Murdock sinks a second finger inside you, crooking them just so as to force the air from your lungs. “Are you going to keep being good for me? Will you let Daddy mark you the way he wants to?”

You fist your hands in the sheets, grinding down against his fingers with short rocks of your hips. “I don’t - fuck - I don’t understand.”

“It’s alright, darling, Daddy knows how muddled your head gets when he starts playing with you like this.”

He adds a third finger beside the two already inside you, his thumb slipping up through your wet folds to stroke slow circles over your clit. Your hips buck up of their own accord and he lets you grind into him, chasing your pleasure the best you can. 

“I want you to have my mark, petal, but something a little more permanent than a hickey or a bite. How does that sound? A mark to show that you belong to Daddy, to show anyone that looks at you that you’re mine .”

“Yes, yes, fuck, I want it, please.” You mewl helplessly, arching your back and rolling your hips in an attempt to get his fingers to sink deeper inside you. 

“I knew you would, darling. You’ve always belonged to me, but now it’s time you had something to prove it. I’m thinking-” 

His free hand glides up your thigh and over your stomach, fingers catching on one of your nipples before stopping at a patch of smooth skin just below your collarbones. His leather-clad fingers trace circles over it, leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

“-right here. My initials will look so good, just barely peaking out above the collar of your shirt. Daddy can pull your shirt down and see his mark whenever he wants, trace his tongue over the letters, and know that you’re mine forever.”

Murdock leans down, pressing his lips to the spot. The tip of his tongue teases over your skin and you moan his name, reaching up to grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer. 

“Please, please.”

“Easy, little thing. Don’t worry, Daddy’s going to give you what you need.”

With the hand not inside you, Murdock opens his belt and shoves his pants down just enough to pull out his cock. He sits back on his heels and strokes himself slowly, watching the way you squirm beneath him. 

His fingers curl, brushing that sweet spot inside you. Murdock knows precisely how to work you over, to get you right on the edge in such a short amount of time. You’d hate how well he knows your body if it didn’t feel so fucking good. 

“Murdock, please!”

“What is it, petal? Do you want to cum?”

“N-Not yet, please, I want you, I want your cock.”

“Oh sweet thing, don’t worry. Daddy knows what you need.”

He pulls his fingers out of you, much to your dismay, smearing the wetness on them over his cock. Murdock shuffles closer, guiding the head of his cock to your entrance. He pushes it barely inside you, stretching you open, before pulling back out and repeating the motion.

Tears sting at the corner of your eyes as frustration bubbles up inside you. Your hands white knuckle the sheets and you sob, rolling your hips up towards him. 

“Please, please !”

Murdock pushes in all the way to the hilt in one fluid motion, forcing a moan from both of you. He stills between your legs, hips flush against yours, gloved hands holding your waist in a vice grip. 

“So fucking good.” He snarls through gritted teeth. “You’d think after how many times I’ve fucked you, petal, you wouldn’t be so goddamn tight .”

You whine at the feeling of emptiness as his hips pull back until he’s barely kept inside you, but you don’t have to mourn the loss for long before he’s thrusting back in with enough force to push you up the bed. Wrapping your legs tight around his waist, urging him as deep as he can possibly go, you reach up and dig your nails into his back, desperate for something to keep you grounded. 

“That’s it, darling, you don’t need to think about anything other than how good Daddy’s making you feel. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to take my cock, made to be fucked over and over and over again.”

Murdock speeds up the pace of his hips, pistoning in and out of you. One of his hands leaves its place at your waist to slip between the two of you, his fingers sliding through your folds and resting over your clit. He rubs your sensitive nub in quick, tight circles, sending jolts of pleasure racing up your spine. 

You’re getting so close already, body and mind overcome with the pleasure of being touched and fucked open, but it’s not enough. You need more. You need him, all of him. You need his mark .

“Murdock, Daddy, please.” You tug his free hand off your waist and bring it up to the spot he’d claimed earlier, looking up at him with wide, desperate eyes. “ Please .”

The man above you smiles with a dark look in his eyes, slowing the pace of his hips and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “There’s no going back from this, petal, you understand? You get my mark and you’ll be mine forever .”

You reach for the knife holstered on his thigh, bringing it up and holding it between the two of you. “I already am.”

Murdock takes it from you with a dark chuckle. He turns it over in his hands, admiring the way the blade catches the light. His cock twitches inside you and he gives a short roll of his hips, forcing the air from your lungs. 

“Take a deep breath for me, petal. Just relax. I’ve got you .”

Adrenaline. 

Pure, unadulterated adrenaline.

You can feel it flooding your body, pumping through each and every vein. 

A high-pitched whine is forced from deep in your throat by the sharp pinch of cold metal gliding across your skin. Blood blooms in tiny beads in the knife’s wake, the sight of the dark crimson making your head feel fuzzy. 

Murdock works quickly and efficiently, dragging the knife over you with practiced precision. He continues to grind into you, his pubic bone dragging against your clit and sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. 

“That’s it,” he coos, “doing so well for me, petal.”

You squeeze your eyes shut against the sting of tears, fisting the sheets and fighting back the urge to roll your hips against him, knowing how important it is you keep still while he does this. 

Time seems to drag on at a snail's pace as one line turns to two then three and so on. Despite the pain of it, or perhaps because of it, pleasure washes over you, setting every nerve ending on fire. You’re simultaneously aware of every single move he makes with the knife over your skin while also feeling like you’re floating miles away, lost in an ocean of warmth. It isn’t until the initial pain has stopped, when the blade is no longer touching your skin that you begin to come back down to the present moment. 

Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Murdock slots the knife back into the holster at his thigh, dark eyes glued to his handiwork.

“So perfect,” he whispers in reverence, “it looks even better than I thought it would.”

You tilt your head down, eyes falling on his initials carved right under your collarbones. Something passionate and primal rips through you, forcing a moan from your lips. You throw your head back, suddenly dizzy with lust and a flurry of emotions. 

“I knew you’d like it, petal.”

Murdock ducks down, lapping up the blood dripping down your chest and laving his tongue over the mark. At the same time, he begins to thrust his hips in and out of you again. His pace is much faster now, and he’s suddenly delirious with the taste of your blood on his tongue.

“That’s it, petal. You’re mine and no one can ever doubt it. Mine forever .”

A particularly well-aimed thrust of his hips has the head of Murdock’s cock hitting that sweet spot inside you and you’re suddenly hurdling towards your orgasm. 

“Daddy, Daddy, I’m gonna-”

“Are you going to cum, sweet thing? Are you going to cum for Daddy?” One of his hands reaches down to your clit, rubbing it harshly. “Go on, cum for me. Cum on Daddy’s cock. Now .”

You cum with a cry of his name, clamping down around him. Murdock curses in your ear, rutting against you until he finishes with a long moan. A wave of warmth washes over you as he fills you and you whine from overstimulation as he continues to fuck you with slow, shallow thrusts. 

Murdock finally stills, pulling out of you slowly and flopping down onto the bed. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest, running a hand up and down your back and pressing a gentle kiss to the mark on your chest. 

“You did so well for me, petal.”

As exhaustion begins to set in, you hum happily, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. The last thing you hear as sleep takes you is Murdock’s voice whispering quietly in your ear. 

“You were made for me, darling, and now you’re mine. Forever.”

[westanthewaterman]

Forever - Murdock x M!Reader 3/3

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 1800+

TW: knifeplay, bloodplay, scarification, possessive behavior, unsafe sex, naked reader clothed Murdock, pet names (petal, sweet thing, little thing, darling), amab reader but no pronouns or gendered words

MASTERLIST - AO3 - PART ONE - F!READER VERSION

After his declaration, Murdock makes quick work of the rest of your clothes, yanking off your pants and underwear. You’re hard already, precum leaking from the head of your cock and dripping down the shaft. 

Murdock licks his lips, strong hands pushing your legs further apart allowing him the room to settle between them on his knees. 

“Look at you, little thing, always so ready for Daddy. Did you miss me while I was gone?”

You open your mouth to answer but a lube-covered finger, when had he had time to do that, presses against your entrance and forces a moan from your lips. 

“Always miss you when you’re gone.” You whimper. 

“I know you do, petal. Daddy barely thinks about anything else while he’s away. It can be so hard to focus on the hunt sometimes, thinking about you and this sweet little body of yours, how good it will feel when I can sink into you again.”

As soon as he says the words, his finger presses into you slowly, the leather of his gloves adding special friction. Murdock watches how your eyes squeeze shut and your chest heaves with the deep breath you suck between your teeth. 

Even through the glove, he can feel how hot you are and it makes his cock twitch in his pants at the thought of how good you’re going to feel wrapped around him. 

But not yet. 

No, he has other plans for you first. 

“Daddy,” you whine, “please, more.”

“So good, petal, asking Daddy for what you need.” Murdock sinks a second finger inside you, crooking them just so as to force the air from your lungs. ���Are you going to keep being good for me? Will you let Daddy mark you the way he wants to?”

You fist your hands in the sheets, grinding down against his fingers with short rocks of your hips. “I don’t - fuck - I don’t understand.”

“It’s alright, darling, Daddy knows how muddled your head gets when he starts playing with you like this.”

He adds a third finger beside the two already inside you, his free hand wrapping around your cock and stroking over the head slowly. Your hips buck up of their own accord and he lets you grind into him, chasing your pleasure the best you can. 

“I want you to have my mark, petal, but something a little more permanent than a hickey or a bite. How does that sound? A mark to show that you belong to Daddy, to show anyone that looks at you that you’re mine .”

“Yes, yes, fuck, I want it, please.” You mewl helplessly, arching your back and rolling your hips in an attempt to get his fingers to sink deeper inside you. 

“I knew you would, darling. You’ve always belonged to me, but now it’s time you had something to prove it. I’m thinking-” 

His hand leaves your cock and glides over your stomach, fingers catching on one of your nipples before stopping at a patch of smooth skin just below your collarbones. His leather-clad fingers trace circles over it, leaving goosebumps in their wake. 

“-right here. My initials will look so good, just barely peaking out above the collar of your shirt. Daddy can pull your shirt down and see his mark whenever he wants, trace his tongue over the letters, and know that you’re mine forever.”

Murdock leans down, pressing his lips to the spot. The tip of his tongue teases over your skin and you moan his name, reaching up to grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer. 

“Please, please.”

“Easy, little thing. Don’t worry, Daddy’s going to give you what you need.”

With the hand not inside you, Murdock opens his belt and shoves his pants down just enough to pull out his cock. He sits back on his heels and strokes himself slowly, watching the way you squirm beneath him. 

His fingers curl, brushing that sweet spot inside you. Murdock knows precisely how to work you over, to get you right on the edge in such a short amount of time. You’d hate how well he knows your body if it didn’t feel so fucking good. 

“Murdock, please!”

“What is it, petal? Do you want to cum?”

“N-Not yet, please, I want you, I want your cock.”

“Oh sweet thing, don’t worry. Daddy knows what you need.”

He pulls his fingers out of you, much to your dismay, smearing the lube on them over his cock. Murdock shuffles closer, guiding the head of his cock to your entrance. He pushes it barely inside you, stretching you open, before pulling back out and repeating the motion.

Tears sting at the corner of your eyes as frustration bubbles up inside you. Your hands white knuckle the sheets and you sob, rolling your hips up towards him. 

“Please, please !”

Murdock pushes in all the way to the hilt in one fluid motion, forcing a moan from both of you. He stills between your legs, hips flush against yours, gloved hands holding your waist in a vice grip. 

“So fucking good.” He snarls through gritted teeth. “You’d think after how many times I’ve fucked you, petal, you wouldn’t be so goddamn tight .”

You whine at the feeling of emptiness as his hips pull back until he’s barely kept inside you, but you don’t have to mourn the loss for long before he’s thrusting back in with enough force to push you up the bed. Wrapping your legs tight around his waist, urging him as deep as he can possibly go, you reach up and dig your nails into his back, desperate for something to keep you grounded. 

“That’s it, darling, you don’t need to think about anything other than how good Daddy’s making you feel. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to take my cock, made to be fucked over and over and over again.”

Murdock speeds up the pace of his hips, pistoning in and out of you. One of his hands leaves its place at your waist to slip between the two of you, his fingers wrapping tightly around your cock. He jacks you off with quick, sloppy strokes of his hand, sending jolts of pleasure racing up your spine. 

You’re getting so close already, body and mind overcome with the pleasure of being touched and fucked open, but it’s not enough. You need more. You need him, all of him. You need his mark .

“Murdock, Daddy, please.” You tug his free hand off your waist and bring it up to the spot he’d claimed earlier, looking up at him with wide, desperate eyes. “ Please .”

The man above you smiles with a dark look in his eyes, slowing the pace of his hips and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “There’s no going back from this, petal, you understand? You get my mark and you’ll be mine forever .”

You reach for the knife holstered on his thigh, bringing it up and holding it between the two of you. “I already am.”

Murdock takes it from you with a dark chuckle. He turns it over in his hands, admiring the way the blade catches the light. His cock twitches inside you and he gives a short roll of his hips, forcing the air from your lungs. 

“Take a deep breath for me, petal. Just relax. I’ve got you .”

Adrenaline. 

Pure, unadulterated adrenaline.

You can feel it flooding your body, pumping through each and every vein. 

A high-pitched whine is forced from deep in your throat by the sharp pinch of cold metal gliding across your skin. Blood blooms in tiny beads in the knife’s wake, the sight of the dark crimson making your head feel fuzzy. 

Murdock works quickly and efficiently, dragging the knife over you with practiced precision. He continues to grind into you, the head of his cock rubbing against your prostate and sending sparks of pleasure up your spine. 

“That’s it,” he coos, “doing so well for me, petal.”

You squeeze your eyes shut against the sting of tears, fisting the sheets and fighting back the urge to roll your hips against him, knowing how important it is you keep still while he does this. 

Time seems to drag on at a snail's pace as one line turns to two then three and so on. Despite the pain of it, or perhaps because of it, pleasure washes over you, setting every nerve ending on fire. You’re simultaneously aware of every single move he makes with the knife over your skin while also feeling like you’re floating miles away, lost in an ocean of warmth. It isn’t until the initial pain has stopped, when the blade is no longer touching your skin that you begin to come back down to the present moment. 

Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Murdock slots the knife back into the holster at his thigh, dark eyes glued to his handiwork.

“So perfect,” he whispers in reverence, “it looks even better than I thought it would.”

You tilt your head down, eyes falling on his initials carved right under your collarbones. Something passionate and primal rips through you, forcing a moan from your lips. You throw your head back, suddenly dizzy with lust and a flurry of emotions. 

“I knew you’d like it, petal.”

Murdock ducks down, lapping up the blood dripping down your chest and laving his tongue over the mark. At the same time, he begins to thrust his hips in and out of you again. His pace is much faster now, and he’s suddenly delirious with the taste of your blood on his tongue.

“That’s it, petal. You’re mine and no one can ever doubt it. Mine forever .”

A particularly well-aimed thrust of his hips has the head of Murdock’s cock hitting that sweet spot inside you and you’re suddenly hurdling towards your orgasm. 

“Daddy, Daddy, I’m gonna-”

“Are you going to cum, sweet thing? Are you going to cum for Daddy?” One of his hands reaches down to your cock, stroking it quickly. “Go on, cum for me. Cum on Daddy’s cock. Now .”

You cum with a cry of his name, clamping down around him and making a mess on both of you. Murdock curses in your ear, rutting against you until he finishes with a long moan. A wave of warmth washes over you as he fills you and you whine from overstimulation as he continues to fuck you with slow, shallow thrusts. 

Murdock finally stills, pulling out of you slowly and flopping down onto the bed. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest, running a hand up and down your back and pressing a gentle kiss to the mark on your chest. 

“You did so well for me, petal.”

As exhaustion begins to set in, you hum happily, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. The last thing you hear as sleep takes you is Murdock’s voice whispering quietly in your ear. 

“You were made for me, darling, and now you’re mine. Forever.”

[westanthewaterman]

The Red Means I Love You - Murdock x GN!Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 3000+

Notes: Maybe SOONer than you think. As with all my Murdock fics, please check the tags before reading! 

TW: blood play, choking, daddy kink, general Murdock warnings, there’s a guy taped to a chair gets killed but it’s not explicitly described, also the reader is described as wearing a dress and lace underwear but no pronouns or specific body parts are used

MASTERLIST - AO3

You walk down the stairs slowly, eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the hallway leading into Murdock’s workshop. Peering in through the open doorway, you scan the room curiously. It’s quiet save for a soft whimpering noise and Murdock’s deep, pleased humming. He is standing on the other side of the room with his back to you, a knife in his gloved hands, one you recognize well from very different situations.

Well, maybe not terribly different situations. The guy in the chair is a change though.

Murdock’s eyes meet yours and he smiles, setting his knife down on the table beside him and sauntering over to you. The man ducktaped to the chair behind him screams through the gag in his mouth, probably trying to tell you to run or get help, but you pay him no mind, focusing solely on the killer standing in front of you. 

“Petal, you know you’re not supposed to be down here while I’m working.” He ducks down slightly so the two of you can be eye to eye. 

“I…I’m sorry,” you mumble. Your eyes are glued to the blood smeared across his leather gloves and how it shines in the room’s dim lighting. 

“It’s alright. Is everything okay? Did you need me for something?”

You can’t seem to focus on one thing at a time, overwhelmed by everything going on - the man tied to the chair, his blood dripping all over the concrete floor, the way Murdock licks his lips. 

“Petal?” Murdock pulls off one of his gloves, slipping it into his pocket, and curls a finger under your chin, tilting your face up towards him. “Are you alright?”

You nod, looking up at him with wide eyes. 

Something has started a fire inside you and warmth settles low in your gut. You’re light-headed and out of breath, adrenaline pumping freely through your veins. With shaky hands, you grab the front of Murdock’s shirt to ground yourself. 

A knowing smile settles itself on Murdock’s face and his eyes rake over you, taking in the way yours keep flitting around the room, always returning to him. You’re scared, he would be able to tell even without the white-knuckle grip you have on his shirt, but you’re also curious, hungry. 

“Do you want me to walk you back upstairs?”

“N-No.” You shake your head slowly like you haven’t quite convinced yourself it’s the right answer. 

“No? What do you want then?”

Your eyes drop to the floor and you let go of his shirt in favor of wringing your hands, an unconscious habit he finds particularly cute. 

“Could I…stay?”

His knowing smile turns into a lascivious smirk. His ungloved hand gets a tight hold on your waist and Murdock pulls you flush against his chest, ducking down to press his lips to your ear. 

“Are you sure, petal? Do you really want to stay and watch me work? It’s going to be quite…messy.”

The man behind him, who Murdock has honestly completely forgotten about, cries out but he pays him no mind, his attention focused solely on the way your breath hitches at his words. Murdock knows if he were to press his lips to your neck he’d be able to feel the pulse racing beneath your skin. 

“P-Please.” Your voice is barely a whisper when you finally speak, gazing up at him with a pleading look he’s used to seeing in very different situations. 

“Alright, but you tell me if you want to leave, otherwise you stay where I tell you and try to be quiet, okay?”

You nod and he tuts, tapping a finger against your lips with a raise of his eyebrow. 

A flush settles across your cheeks and your eyes drop to the floor. “Y-Yes, Daddy.”

Murdock groans low in his throat and presses a kiss to your mouth, tracing the tip of his tongue along your bottom lip before taking one of your hands and guiding you to a chair a few feet away from where his victim sits helplessly.

“You stay right here, alright?”

“Okay.”

You watch with rapt attention as Murdock turns back to his victim on the other side of the room, picking up his knife once again and twirling it between deft fingers. 

“So, my friend,” he says to the other man, a saccharine sweetness in his voice, “it seems we have an audience. What do you say we put on a show for my little darling?”

The man shakes his head frantically, helplessly pulling against his bonds. His eyes keep darting back to you as if he expects you to do something, but you just lean back in your chair, eyes focused solely on Murdock. 

The killer looks at you over his shoulder, giving you a slow once over with a lazy smirk. “This is going to be fun.”

Watching Murdock work is like watching any expert who excels at their craft. He’s calculating, efficient, and deadly. And he does exactly what he says he will - he puts on a show just for you. 

When it’s all said and done, when the man in the chair is no more than a body, limp and lifeless, Murdock finally sets his knife down once more. He turns to look at you and smirks at the sight before him. 

You’re restless, fidgeting in your seat, rubbing your thighs together in a desperate attempt for friction. That simmering fire in your stomach has exploded into a volatile inferno, setting every nerve ending in your body on high alert. You can hear your blood pumping in your ears, can feel your pulse racing at your throat. 

Murdock saunters over to you slowly, kneeling down between your legs and resting his hands on your knees. Blood from his gloves paints streaks over your skin as he slides his hands up your thighs, pushing the hem of your dress up as he goes. 

The deep, crimson red is such a juxtaposition to the color of your skin and he can’t recall ever seeing something so beautiful. He tilts his head up, licking his lips as he meets your eyes. 

You stare down at him with pure, unadulterated want. Your lips are parted and the way your chest heaves from the adrenaline draws his attention to your chest so perfectly framed by the low-cut dress you’re wearing. 

“What did you think of the show, petal?” Murdock leans down to nose along your inner thigh, the tip of his tongue darting out to lick some of the blood from your skin. 

You gasp and a tremor runs through your body. Your hands haven’t moved from their place at your sides, white-knuckling the edges of your seat. 

He looks up at you with a wicked smirk. “Well?”

“I-I…” You cut yourself off with a small whimper and bite your lip. 

“Oh, you loved it, didn’t you? I could tell by the way you were rubbing these gorgeous thighs together the whole time. This is what you wanted, wasn’t it? You wanted me to put on a show for you. You wanted to drive me wild with all your sweet, little noises.”

“Murdock.”

“Ah, ah, petal. You know what you’re supposed to say.”

“Daddy.”

With a pleased moan, Murdock nudges your thighs further apart until he can see the white lace hiding between them. 

“Fuck,” he growls, “that’s not fair, petal. You know how much Daddy loves you in white lace…god.”

“I-I know.”

“Of course you do, this is what you wanted to happen when you came down here, isn’t it? You wanted to sit here and distract Daddy while he tries to work. Was that your plan, petal?”

You nod your head, eyes dropping to the floor. Having his full attention like this always gets you so flustered. Your heart pounds in your chest as you fight the urge to close your legs. 

Murdock ducks down to press kisses up and down your thighs, licking the blood off your skin. He brings his still gloved hand up to your mouth, the leather cold against your lips. “Why don’t you get it clean for me, darling?”

With a small whimper, you take two of his fingers into your mouth, laving your tongue over the leather. The metallic taste of blood floods your mouth and you moan, shutting your eyes to concentrate on the task at hand. 

You take your time with each of his fingers, swirling your tongue around the tip before such each one into your mouth, making sure to get them completely clean.  He groans when you take his thumb into your mouth, sucking the blood off and bobbing your head up and down slightly. Once all of his fingers are clean, you focus your attention on his palm, giving it long, slow licks, smearing the crimson liquid over your lips. 

Murdock is watching you with hunger and unrestrained lust in his eyes. “Such a tease, petal. You know just how to get Daddy riled up, don’t you?”

Once you’ve finished cleaning off his glove, Murdock removes it, tucking it into his pocket with the other one and planting his hands on your thighs. He ghosts his fingertips over your soft skin, reaching between your legs to palm you through the lace of your underwear.

“Oh look at this, you’re practically dripping. I can feel how ready you are through these cute panties. Do you want me to take them off?”

You nod frantically but he raises an eyebrow in your direction, giving you a look you know all too well. Licking your lips, you speak softly. “Yes please, Daddy.”

“Good, so good for me.”

Murdock reaches under your skirt to grab the waistband of your panties and slips the underwear over your hips and down your legs, tucking them into his back pocket with a wicked smirk. Your breath catches and you swallow around the lump in your throat, the dark look he’s giving you making you feel so small and exposed. You can’t help but love it. 

“You’ve been so good for me tonight, petal, dressing up for Daddy, being nice and quiet while he works. I think you deserve a reward for such good behaviour, what do you think?”

“Y-Yes, please.”

“How do you want Daddy to fuck you, darling?”

Warmth spreads across your cheeks and you look up at him with wide, pleading eyes. “From behind, please?”

“Oh this is going to be a treat. Go on then, turn around. Let Daddy see that gorgeous ass of yours.”

You both stand up and Murdock helps you reposition onto your knees on the chair, your back to him. He pushes your skirt up to your waist and groans, reaching out to palm your ass. 

“It’s a shame you haven’t been naughty. I’d love to smack this cute ass of yours until it’s red and aching.”

A whimper leaves your lips at the thought. You wiggle your hips, silently asking for more. Murdock indulges you, nudging your legs as far apart as they can go on the chair and slipping a hand between your thighs. He feel the evidence of your arousal coating his palm as he begins to touch you, stroking over flushed and sensitive skin, pulling soft moans from you. 

“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you? Is this all from watching me work?”

“M-Maybe.”

He purrs. “Perhaps you could help me next time, what would you think of that?”

The moan that leaves your throat is desperate and hungry, making him chuckle. Murdock presses two fingers to your entrance, rubbing them over it teasingly before slipping them inside, making you arch your back.

“It would be so much fun. I could show you the ropes, teach you all the best places to cut, the best places to bleed dry. You’d look so good wielding one of my knives, covered in blood as you make your prey scream.”

“Please.” You rest your forehead against the back of the chair, pushing your hips into his hands. “Please Daddy, I need you so bad.”

“I know you do, petal. You always need Daddy, more than anything, don’t you? You were made for this, made for me.”

His fingers inside you curl to perfectly hit that sensitive spot and you shove your knuckles into your mouth to hold back your moans. However, Murdock wraps his free hand around the front of your throat, pulling you towards him. His hand on you forces you to arch your back so that you can bend backwards to look up at him. 

He smirks down at you, wetting his bottom lip and pulling it between his teeth. “You know you’re not supposed to quiet yourself, sweetheart. You belong to Daddy. Your noises belong to Daddy, and I want to hear you.”

A particularly hard thrust of his fingers rips a moan out of your throat and this time you let it happen, staring up at him with wide, pleading eyes. 

“Much better. You’re getting so close already, aren’t you? Do you want me to fuck you now?”

“Yes, yes, please, I need it so bad.”

“Good.”

Murdock pulls his fingers out of you and reaches down to undo his belt. He opens his pants just enough to pull out his cock, making a show of stroking over himself slowly, knowing you’re watching. He rests one hand on the back of the chair for leverage and uses the other to guide the head of his cock to your entrance, sliding it over you teasingly before pushing in slowly. 

You both groan as he fills you, sliding in inch by inch. You squeeze your eyes shut and get a white-knuckle grip on the chair, gritting your teeth as you try to keep from moving back onto him. 

“Fuck,” he sighs into your ear, the baritone of his voice sending shivers down your spine, “you always feel so good. No matter how many times we do this, no matter how many times I fuck you, you’re always so goddamn tight.”

Once his hips are flush with yours, Murdock stills to take a few deep breathes, pressing his forehead to the center of your back. Whining quietly, you finally allow yourself to push your hips back against him, forcing a grunt from his mouth. 

“Sh, petal, Daddy will take care of you.”

He pulls out slowly until only the head of his cock is still inside you, pausing for just a second before slamming back into you, pressing you into the chair. He continues to repeat the motion, every powerful thrust of his hips forcing the air from your lungs. 

You moan helplessly and all you can do is roll your hips back into every thrust. Murdock ducks down to trail a line of kisses over your shoulder, stopping to suck a mark into the skin at the crook of your neck. 

“So good, you feel so good around my cock.”

One of his hands reaches down your front to slip between your legs while the other wraps around your throat, squeezing just enough to make it slightly harder to breathe. 

“Daddy, fuck,” you moan, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“That’s it. Feels so good when Daddy fucks you, doesn’t it? I want you to get lost in it, darling. I want you to forget about everything else except my cock inside you.”

Your brain is completely fogged over, the only coherent thoughts you can make are about how good he feels inside you and how desperately you want to cum. The only things leaving your mouth are your sounds of pleasure and desperate pleas for more. 

A particularly well positioned thrust of his hips, sends the head of his cock right into your sweet spot, making you see stars. You’re getting so close, rushing frantically towards that edge, and Murdock can tell by the way you’re clenching around him.

“Are you going to cum for me, petal?”

You nod frantically. “Y-Yes, I need it.”

“Then you can ask nicely. Go on, beg Daddy to cum.”

“Please, Daddy, please, I’m so close. It feels so good. I can’t hold on any longer.”

Murdock presses his lips to your ear, tightening the hand around your neck. “Cum for Daddy. Now.”

And you do. God, you do. You clamp down around him, arching your back and letting out a long moan. Pleasure courses through you, adrenaline flooding your veins. Murdock fucks you through your orgasm, speeding up his thrusts until he’s slamming in and out of you.

He’s groaning behind you, muttering curses under his breath through gritted teeth. You whimper as the pleasure begins to bleed into overstimulation, writhing against him.

“Daddy,” you whine, “want you to cum inside me.”

“Oh, I will. I’m going to - fuck - I’m going to fill you up so I can watch it drip out of you. You look so good covered in blood and my cum leaking out of you.”

A few more thrusts and Murdock is cumming with a shout, stilling his hips as he cums inside you, flooding your body with warmth. You deflate in his arms, leaning back against him for support as he catches his breath. 

Murdock laughs softly. “You okay, petal?”

You nod, not trusting your words. 

He pulls out of you slowly, tucking himself back into his pants and watching the way his cum begins to drip out of you. He scoops it up with two fingers and presses them back inside you, making sure not to waste a drop. 

“You did so good, petal.” Murdock scoops you into his arms, making you squeal. “Why don’t we go upstairs and have a bath?”

You loop your arms around his neck, dropping your eyes to the floor. “Did you…really mean what you said, about teaching me?”

He grins. “Every word, but only if you want to. I would never force it on you.”

“I-I think I do.”

Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Murdock heads for the stairs. “I have much to teach you. Oh, it’s going to be so much fun.”

[westanthewaterman]

According to Plan - Murdock x GN!Reader 1/2

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 700+

Summary: Sometimes, when trying to switch things up, things don’t always go according to plan

TW: knifeplay, bloodplay, slight choking

MASTERLIST - AO3 - PART TWO (coming soon)

Murdock steps out of the bathroom, letting out a breath and combing a hand through his damp hair. He stops in his tracks, eyes darting around the hotel room. You’re nowhere to be found. 

He’s about to reach for his phone on the bedside table when the door to the bathroom slams shut and you press yourself up against his back. Something cool and sharp is placed against the front of his neck and Murdock takes in a sharp breath. 

“Hi,” you purr into his ear, wrapping an arm around his waist. 

“This is…unexpected.”

“I thought we could switch things up for a change.”

Murdock licks his lips, running a finger along the edge of the knife. “Well, you’ve got me at your mercy. What now?”

You falter then, your grip on the knife’s handle loosening as you scramble to think of what to do next. 

“Oh darling,” he chuckles, the rich sound of his voice sending a wave of heat burning through you, “don’t tell me. You didn’t think you’d get this far, did you? What do I always tell you? What’s the number one rule when we’re out on a hunt?”

“A-Always have a plan.”

“So what was your plan, my dear? How were you expecting this to go?”

“I…I was going to sneak up on you when you came out of the shower-”

“I will say you did a very good job of that, darling, I’m very impressed.”

“-and-and then I was going to…um, have my way with you.”

“Oh, darling.”

Murdock turns to face you. He gets a tight hold on your chin, not enough to hurt but enough to force a whimper from your mouth, and leans down, the barest hint of his lips brushing over yours. 

“I still have so much to teach you,” he whispers, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth. His free hand grabs your wrist and directs the knife back up to his neck, applying it with more pressure than you had originally. 

“Careful,” you murmur, “it’s gonna cut you.”

“Oh, but that’s the point, isn’t it? You don’t press a knife to someone’s throat unless you expect to draw blood. The trick is knowing how much pressure to apply to make it fun. You don’t want to slice open my carotid artery, but you still want to see a nice hint of red. Go on, a little harder.”

You hesitate for a moment, looking between him and the blade before taking a deep breath and pressing with more force. His skin splits open beneath the sharp edge and small rivulets of blood begin to seep from the wound. Your eyes are glued to the way it trails down the length of his neck and over his collarbones. 

“Beautiful, isn’t it, watching the very essence of life drip from your victim’s body.” He swipes his thumb through the track of blood and brings it to your lips. “Go on.”

You take his thumb into your mouth, sucking the blood off his fintertip The metallic taste floods your tongue and you can’t hold back a small moan. When you pull away, Murdock is looking at you with a hunger in his eyes, as if in some kind of trance.  

“Murdock?”

He swipes the knife from your hand, setting it aside, and pushes you with a hand on the center of your chest. The back of your knees hit the bed and you go tumbling back onto the mattress. 

“I’m sorry, darling. I’ll let you have your fun another time, I need to wreck you.”

He climbs onto the bed and forces your legs open with a hand on each of your thighs, sliding into the space between them. You can feel his cock, already hard beneath the hotel robe he’s wearing. 

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Murdock leans down to whisper in your ear, “I’m going to take you apart. Piece. By. Piece. I’m going to…what was it you said earlier? I’m going to have my way with you and I want you to be taking notes in your head for the next time you try to ‘switch things up’. Do you understand?”

You simply nod up at him and one of his hands shoots up to wrap around your throat, applying just the barest hint of pressure. 

“I want you to use your words now, darling. Answer me.”

“I-I understand.”

“Good. Now, let’s begin, shall we?”

[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.”