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[ruiniel]

hello <3 I saw you’re doing requests and I wondered if you could perhaps do CarmillaxFem! friends to reluctant lovers? Thank you and much love!

Thank you for the ask! I promised I'd do this even with closed requests, so here it is - part I! There was a brief scene in the series where we had a peek into Carmilla's origin story. I went back there. Pre-council of sisters era.

Spirit wild, To suffer brief

Fandom: Castlevania series (2017-2021)

Pairing: Carmilla of Styria x F!Reader

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Rating: M

Tags/CW: heavy angst, emotional, strangers to lovers, dark themes, drama you are warned, wlw, AFAB reader, mutual pining, unresolved sexual tension, angst again, unresolved emotional tension, confessions, eventual smut, but not in this part

Summary: She's succeeded, taken everything for her own. She is not weak, she will never be weak again. Carmilla now rules over lands as far as the eye can see across the frosted peaks of Styria. A deep and ancient vale is hers, and this will be her seat. The emptiness, she never dwells on. Until one day.

All characters depicted are 18+

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I. Why

“What on earth is that?”

The voice has you lifting your head, peeking upward at the figure standing before you. The heavy scent of lilies fills your nostrils, but you daren’t hold the ice in that gaze for long before you place your forehead against the cold tiles; startled in your resignation.

Where is… he?

One of the guards flanking your prostrated figure scratches their head. “From the village at the base of the mountain.”

You tremble, the cold seeping through your flesh, into your bones as silence falls, a leaden weight ready to break your back.

“...and why is it here?” The voice follows, a tint of exasperation to it now. It seems to belong to a woman, but…

“... for the lord.”

Footsteps near, light as tinsel; the scent of lilies envelops you. 

“Get up, girl.” You know an order when you hear one, and so muster all the vigor left in your wearied knees, the impulses crackling in your joints as you rise to full height. “What is that you were mumbling?”

You open your mouth to speak, hesitate. “I am… every year, our community sends an offering,” Your voice chokes on your heartbeat; nausea roils in your stomach. “To the lord of the castle.”

Silence.

“Do they, now? Why?”

Cold, hungering, and even more confused, you raise your gaze to see the woman better. 

She is…

You look down, absently studying the stained rug beneath your feet. “Every year, if a sacrifice is presented, he… he leaves us be; he does not hunt us, it was a… a pact. I do not know more, it was done before I came to be.”

She snorts, starts pacing. “Of course, just like the disgusting old fool to …” she keeps rambling as you watch with bleary eyes, humming and murmuring as though she’d forgotten you’re there.

Your stomach aches with the hunger it nurses like a wound; you fold your arms around yourself, miserable, finally understanding what those men felt as they approached the gallows during the few executions you’d witnessed. 

Suddenly, a cold grip like the kiss of winter’s breath grabs you by the chin, and you’re staring closely into eyes of blue and lips of red — crimson, like…

She smiles; you try to draw back, but her grip holds firm. “The lord of this castle is gone.” Her lashes are long, shadowing her barely-tinted irises like tender hoarfrost. “I am its master now, and whatever schemes that lecher had in place interest me not at all. This fantastically idiotic covenant ends now, with you,” she spews, and you finally understand this is actually happening, that the thread of your life is to be snipped after nary a handful of years, before you’d had a true chance of doing more than cast shadow upon the earth.

But then…

“... and I have no interest to feed,” the woman, the vampire continues. “So tell me, then, girl, what use have I for you, save for feeding you to my guards?”

“None,” you murmur, eyes closing against the sting of tears marring your filthy cheek.

The stony grip loosens, and she steps back, an eyebrow raised and sounding almost disappointed as she crosses her pale arms at her chest. “Well, that’s the worst attempt at groveling to beg for one’s life that I’ve ever heard.”

“It makes no difference,” you add as an afterthought before you can think better of it. Might these be the last words you speak? Mocking banter at the gates of the undead?

“Why did they send you, then?” she asks, and what follow are questions accompanied by a strange smile. So sharp, a most primeval fear coils deep in your center. “Did they coerce you to do it? Did they cast you out of town?”

You fiddle with the worn material of your cloak. “No, I came of my own will.”

“How stupid,” the words are blunt, but you’ve had your share of scorn — what’s a little more? And then, something unexpected happens: she dismisses the guards with a gesture, before leaning against the stone column in the tallest chamber you have ever seen.

“Maybe so, but it was the most practical choice.”

“Ah yes,” the vampire runs a slender hand through her sleek, moon-kissed hair. They said a vicious monster dwelled here, settled into this abode centuries past. They knew little else, and still, you chose to come. “Humans do have a penchant for it… being ‘practical,’ that is.” She tilts her head, like a nightbird watching the scuttling of small beating hearts in the wilds. “Don’t toy with me. I’m already bored of this game, so for the last time I put to you: why?”

You swallow and part your lips to speak. Your hunger is sharper now, stabbing you inside as fatigue has you lurching over for a minute. She moves not at all. 

 “Because… because I am dying.”

TBC

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[toniyx]

ahhemm. totally Not a Writer here. but I would totally love to get some requests- not for fics, or oneshots, but I really want to do some headcanons, imagines, and/or matchups. Specifically for Hazbin Hotel, but if you really want to ask my opinion on my other fandoms, go ahead I suppose?

I've never done this before in any sense, and I've only ever written fanfiction once, for a different fandom- so please be light on me, and here are my rules.

- I won't write romantic or sexual Angel Dust x Fem!reader specifically, but friendship/platonic/sibling stuff is allowed for that

- Romantic/sexual stuff is off limits for Alastor entirely. Charlie/Vaggie x reader is alright but I'll be more picky on it 🫶 (probably won't write them with a male reader)

- Won't write Niffty x reader period lol, maybe if you ask nicely I will but nothing weird thanks

- no NSFW with Pentious, likewise makes me uncomfortable

- don't ask me for top Vox expecting a sincere answer lmfao, that man is a BOTTOM

- will be picky about Valentino x Reader because I'm not the biiiiiggest fan of angst, but I can try 🫶 I also probably won't match you up with Valentino so don't worry 😭 but either way on that note, if you do matchups, please include any characters you absolutely don't want.

- not a rule, but if you ask about Vox I will kiss you

characters like Carmilla, Lute, Adam, etc. I have no rules on!!! anything from fluff to angst to smut is perfectly fine, but I won't write any gore + smut stuff together, or any suuuuper crazy k!nk stuff. that being said, minors DNI lol, or at the very least don't look at the unsafe stuff (it will be tagged for everyone's sake)

I'll write amab or afab reader, but it likely won't be mentioned/emphasized unless it's necessary

also ff2 ask elaborations in headcanons and stuff 🫶🫶

and this will be updated as I go on, probably with more rules lol

happy asking :3

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𝓘𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓸𝓭𝓾𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷!

╰ “The future of hell belongs to the Vees~” ╮

💠 Name; Velvette or Ace!! 🐾 Pronouns; He/Him OR They/Them 🐈 Gender; AFAB 🐾 Sexuality; Omnisexual <3 💠Purpose; I write fanfics! (Character x Character, Character x Reader, Character Headcanons, Character x OC(Rarely), Character + Child (platonic scenarios), Etc!!) Age: I don't feel explicitly comfortable saying it, but my account is 15+ (I am older than this, however, I do not only write smuts(and only will write them a few times), so its safe for minors, I'll give warnings.

╰ “You've got it twisted, I'm not the one who needs a new attitude” ╮

🔷 Fandoms; Hazbin Hotel, Ride The Cyclone(I will not be writing for this, I'm just in the fandom!), Helluva Boss, DDLC, Undertale/Deltarune, BATIM,Murder Drones, etc. (I know more, but these are my more recent fandoms, i probably will only write for like 2 of these until someone asks for more fandoms to write in without being cringe sigh.) 🔷 comforts; Anything Velvette related fr. 🔹 DNI; Basic DNI; DSMP fans (I don't doubt you're good people but a lot of them aren't), Haters(i don't have the patience for them, Sorry!)

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🎶 ➤ DMs? My DM's are open! 💙 ➤ Ping? Go ahead <3 💙 ➤ Petnames? If it's in a platonic way, I'm taken <3 ☄️ ➤ Flirt? NO- I'm taken! <3 💎 ➤ Venting? OFC!!! I'll even link my discord to those who need to! :) My Discord; radvelvettekakes_

╰ “This meeting's over!” ╮

💎 Character's I'll do; Hazbin Hotel; The Vees(You can ask for Val but i'll be less likely to do it), Alastor(PLATONIC), Rosie, Carmilla Carmine, Sir Pentious, Cherri Bomb, Charlie Morningstar(PLATONIC), Vaggie(PLATONIC), Angel Dust, Husker(once in a blue moon, I can't write all that well for him.), Niffty(PLATONIC; Even though she's an adult, It seems wrong to ship her, Sorry <3), Zestial Morde(Although, I suck at writing shakespearean language.), Adam, Lucifer, Lilith, Etc.

Helluva Boss; Stolas, Blitzø, Moxxie(PLATONIC), Millie(PLATONIC), Asmodeus(PLATONIC), Fizzarolli (PLATONIC), Mammon, Beelzebub(PLATONIC), Verosika mayday, Wally Wackford, Etc.

💎What I will do; Smut(really depends on what type/ What character.), Fluff, ANGST(I BEG I love writing angst.), Character x Character, RAREPAIRS!!! (I love silly rarepairs, I saw someone ship Rosie X Velvette and I love ittt!! tho I love all Velvette ships.) 💎What I WONT do; NONCON; I don't support these actions, and will NOT write/tolerate them. Feet/Piss/Scat Kinks; ...Just- Gross. Proships; Family x Family, etc. No. 💎Ship's(canon x canon) I'll do; Velvette x Vox(They are not father and daughter, more of just friends, But it's still cute.) Velvette x Rosie, Velvette x Rosie x Carmilla, Velvette x Vox x Valentino(Depends on the scenario, though.), Vox x Valentino, Zestial x Carmilla, Adam x Lute, Alastor x Vox(RADIOSILENCE ONLY!! One sided.) Angel Dust x Husk, Blitzo x Stolas, Asmodeus x Fizzarolli, Millie x Moxxie, Verosika x Wally + Any other Rarepairs!!! (I will say, I can do Semi-Toxic ships like Lilith x Adam, Although it'd only be for Angst purposes, As I'm not good with making that stuff not toxic.) 💎Ship's(canon x canon) I will NOT do; Alastor x Anyone(Romantically), Angel Dust x Valentino, Angel Dust x Vox, ANYTHING RELATING TO SHIPPING MINORS WITH ADULTS OR SHIPPING FAMILY!!!

💎I will accept asks!! Although, I'll probably work on my own fics and just post them! 💎

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'Ego' Sucktember 2022 Day 9: Cream/How does it taste?

Deception in consumption is the folly.

Okay. So. Lissen. Hear me out. FUCKIN LISSEN I-

I have no explanation for this, I just stared blasting and this came out. BLASTING.

REMEMBER WHEN I SAID MURDOCK COULD BE PROBLEMATIC? Yeah.

Rating: NSFW MINORS DNI good lord Jesus I'm-

AFAB!Reader/Femme

Pairing: Murdock (ISWM) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: ... Okay. Haha this is. Problematic. Obsessive behavior, Possessive behavior, mentions of violence, tw knife, tw blood, petnames/use of 'girl', fuckin cumeating. He nuts in reader's milkshakes repeatedly and she doesn't know, until she does, and does the same to him.

Word Count: 3700+

It became customary for Murdock to bring you a gift hunting trophy, inundated with a tiny fleck of his blood, and a sweet of your choice when he returned home from a work trip.

At first, the treats were random, but as he learned your preferences- learned you, his sweet little Siren- he figured out that vanilla milkshakes were among your absolute favorites. The man went to every restaurant in the towns surrounding his land to get you a variety of milkshakes, trying to learn your favorite. Yes, there was absolutely a stabilized minifridge installed in Carmilla for this reason.

… It didn’t take long for his perverted habits to extend to this, too.

It didn’t take long for him to make an addition to your milkshakes before he brought them to you. 

You never noticed, of course. You also never noticed how he watched you like a hawk when you’d chug half the damn thing and fucking moan, almost, from the taste. You’d do that same fucking thing, tongue tracing over lips he wanted to taste so badly if fucking hurt. That fucked with him the most, often forcing him to go take a shower to deal with yet another inconvenient boner.

You didn’t know what he was doing. Until you did.

Like many things with you, the Killer got complacent with how and where he’d ‘top off’ your milkshakes.

So many things. Always so distracting. Always in his head.

Always so careful with keeping his nature from you until you were ready to learn- until a thief got to the garage doors in his workshop on a day you weren’t supposed to be home and you saw that flash of silver streak crimson, saw the hunter doing his work.

Naughty little creature you are, sneaking behind his back while he dealt with the thief. Disobedient, snooping around and learning what he was supposed to teach you.

Why didn’t you run then, pretty thing? Why didn’t you tell?

You’d pulled away.

Hidden his gifts away, returned his pilfered clothes, distanced yourself from him. You even stopped wearing the collar he’d-

He’d done everything he could to give you space, give you time; adjusting his habits and offering olive branches. You had no reason to be afraid of him. He knows you just need to understand it all. He’s a patient man, who wants to be good for you. Oh, but that doesn’t mean he stopped- he needed release from all the tension building up between you.

They’re worms, sweet girl. Worms are not worth the horror you look at the tv with. You know this, otherwise, you’d have gone to the police by now.

You’d processed

Always so careful with the intensity of his emotions, even as you put up walls and denied him- until he learned what one of your exes tried to do, to goad out of you. What you still had. They never fully found his body, though your expression, while the news report played on the living room tv, told him enough.

Your ex was more than just a fool for trying that- Murdock would have gone after him anyway when he learned how crooked the guy turned out to be.

You’d considered.

Always so careful to reign his excitement the first time he saw you sit in his spot again, ask him for food- steal his clothes. The gifts returned to their spot on your vanity, the little Russian Nesting Doll resting on your desk, its charm hanging around your neck, clipped to the ring of a collar he’d had custom made, just for you, settled around your throat, where it belongs.

You’d fallen.

Standing in his living room, wearing his clothes, his collar, eating his food while you argue with your friends– friends who shouldn’t even be trespassing in his house, your home– over the vigilantism of his actions. You were defending him. They didn’t know when they walked in, and they didn’t know when they walked out, but you. You. He could do nothing, say nothing, but feel the strangest sort of pride with the sharpest erection he’d had yet from you because you understood. You’d understood the whole time, you were just afraid to speak to him.

Afraid to admit it to yourself- that he owned you, and he didn’t even have to try. That you’d fallen for him.

He’d forgiven you enough for making him wait so long, the night he finally had you- the night you’d finally given in.

Finally ready to talk, finally ready to listen- to address the elephant in the room. It was cute, watching you lie to yourself- lie to him. Lie, when you both knew the night would end with you begging, with you beneath him, taking his cock like you were meant to, soaking your thighs with your release, and taking a little risk. Taking his cum like a good girl.

His fuck up with this nasty little long game of his comes when you just so happen to walk past the kitchen window on a day he expected you to be up in the office, doing remote work.

You had asked him to pick up something sweet on the way home from ‘reconnaissance’, and he’d returned with your milkshake and his off-the-wall concoction, but yours still needed its addition.

As you pass by the kitchen window while downstairs on break, you see the plum of Carmilla out in your peripheral vision. Carmilla means Murdock, and Murdock means milkshake and kisses.

You glance out and sure enough, there she sits in all her deadly glory. Though the windows are heavily tinted, the windshield isn’t as dark, which lets you see that he’s definitely still in the car. That’s weird. Usually, he comes in by now.

Part of you wonders if he’s still dealing with ‘work’ things, and that’s not something you care to know about in detail, so you go to take another bite of your sandwich. You do, at least, until you notice that Murdock is acting… odd.

The sun peeks out from behind the clouds at that moment, and combined with the sun being at just the right angle, lets you see into the cab enough to notice him leaning back in the seat. You can’t see his face very well, but the rapid motion of his left arm and how he’s sitting tells you exactly what he’s doing.

Why the hell is he jerking off?

The man has no reason to. You fuck, or perform some derivative of it, at least once a day. Hell, when he’s home, all either of you really has to do is look at each other and you’re getting bent over whatever applicable surface is nearby.

You don’t have to question for long, though, because he suddenly jerks forward, acting as if he’s grabbing for something, then… your milkshake cup, the specific brand you request comes up, and he’s mixing it with the straw and- 

Then it hits you.

Did he seriously just-

You laugh. It’s incredulous and sudden and flustered and disgusted while also not because-

He just jerked off into your fucking milkshake.

It’s just heat, a whole-body flush of something you can’t describe that hits you. You knew Murdock had a lot of perverted intensity when it came to his sexual habits– risky sex, public fucking, his sadomasochism, his problematic voyeurism with you– but this was…

Then, you’re overanalyzing every single interaction you’ve had around the fucking milkshakes. You remember a specific instance, near the end of your ‘processing period’; he’d been rather… proud of the acquisition he’d made for you, and it had been good… but now you wonder. He’d watched you like a hawk then and every time afterward.

That nasty bitch-

The sound of Carmilla’s door being slammed alerts you to his action, coming up the driveway with your contaminated treat and his own, stakeout gear, etc. You’re darting up the stairs with your food before he even makes it to the front door, sneaking across the loft and into your room.

You’re sat there for a few minutes, taking time to try and calm down whatever the hell you were feeling, processing this new information. It’s not like you don’t like the taste of his cum, swallowing it, etc. It’s just the dubious nature of it-

A few raps on your door have you scrambling to make it look like you were working and not going through it, turning to the door and calling out, “I’m not busy!”

Murdock steps in, smiling easily with your milkshake in hand as if he wasn’t just being a nasty bitch in the front seat of his car. “Hi, sweet thing. Working hard?”

You want to slap him, mainly for the fact that he’s so goddamn nonchalant about it while you’re over here trying your damndest to speedrun process this. With the most convincing, soft little smile you can give, you turn to him and hum. “Why would I do that when I could do the bare minimum and get paid anyway?”

He snorts softly, stepping further into your office– once your bedroom, now adapted for other uses– and gently sets your milkshake on a coaster beside you while leaning on a standing shelf. You study him for a few seconds before you realize you’re acting weird. “So, how did your ‘associate reconnaissance’ go this time? You’re home earlier than usual.”

He hums noncommittally, running his gloves over one of your gifts resting on the shelf. “About as good as it always does.” He frowns. “This one is smart, so I’ll most likely have to get to work in the next few days if I don’t want to lose my opportunity.”

You don’t like the sound of that. You don’t like when he leaves at all, and the smart ones usually mean he’ll be gone for a few days to a week. So engrossed in your thoughts, you don’t realize you’ve reached for the offending drink until the straw is in your mouth and you’re drinking.

You can’t tell any real difference, but that could be from the length of time he’s been doing this. The sweet vanilla sits on your tongue like a taunt, daring you to do anything but swallow. He’s watching you, that edge to your smile, those intense eyes of his half-lidded and observant.

“How does it taste?”

Heat should not flush to your cheeks from the tone he just fucking used. You finally swallow and take a few more sips just to be safe while glancing at your computer screen. “It’s good like it always is, but- did they change the recipe?”

His lips curl suggestively. Did they always do that, or are you just now noticing his body language around this filthy little ritual of his? “Nope. Same as it’s always been.”

He’s been doing this the whole time he’s been getting you this kind of milkshake.

Oh.

That… doesn’t bother you as much as it should. He’s being nasty, and you should be bothered, but… maybe that fucked up little part of you he’s been nurturing is the reason why. The little part of you that might just get a secondhand thrill from his describing his hunts, his art.

He stays in there with you until you’ve finished the whole damn thing, making idle conversation and watching you like a hawk the entire time.

~

The whole time he’s out hunting, you keep thinking about what you saw him doing in Carmilla. It’s fucking with you. You swallow his cum multiple times a week and get stuffed with his cum at the same intervals, but this is just… it feels taboo, in a way, and it is. It’s only made slightly better that you were technically already on your way to pound-town when he started, but… that’s beside the point.

He’s being nasty. Two can play at that game.

The idea hits you while you’re going for a jog through the woods on his land– only ever on the marked paths– which caused you to stumble and almost fall into a tree. Two can play at that game. The idea feels absolutely filthy, but there’s some streak of rebellion flowing through you again that you thought he’d fucked out of you.

Well, you’d never really fought him in the aspects of sex- acting like a brat feels weird now. More so, the rebellion of not giving in to him, letting him do what he wants.

You stew on it until the day he texts you that he’s on his way home, and you spring into action. You offer to buy him a new drink you’d learned that your favorite coffee shop was selling and he agreed wholeheartedly, offering to get you your milkshake in repayment.

You agree.

With only an hour to spare, you shower and rush over to the coffee shop to procure your quid pro quo, then race back, parking on an access road near the house. You know Murdock has the property covered from all directions, so your mission to get even would be quickly discovered if you did this in the house or your car.

As you sit in the front seat staring at the drink, the reality of what you're about to do settles in your gut. You’re about to fucking finger yourself to orgasm on a damn logging road, then stick your fucking fingers in his drink, like a degenerate.

No, you’re about to give a degenerate a taste of his own medicine, though knowing Murdock, he’ll probably fucking enjoy it, the nasty-

You make sure that you’re far enough from the road not to rouse suspicion before you… well, start to try to get yourself going. It’s not particularly easy, considering you’ve not used your fingers alone to get off for months. Toys that could barely satisfy you while you were inundated with dreams and thoughts of Murdock.

It’s always been Murdock’s fingers, long enough to get deep and find spots you didn’t even know you had. His mouth, sinful tongue double-teaming you with his fingers. His cock, stretching you more than you thought you could take, hitting everything.

You’re gasping before you realize it, two fingers already embedded into your wet cunt, trying to mimic what you’ve learned from Murdock. Grinding your palm doesn’t hit right, so you’re forced to hike your leg up and aggressively rub your clit while fingering yourself.

You wonder what he’d think if he caught you like this, straining to reach your orgasm while planning something from his playbook. He’d probably tease you, calling you a filthy little girl for doing such a thing. He could potentially take over, or just jerk himself off, making you do all the work for him. He might even make you cum in his mouth before you’d even get a chance to collect what you needed.

So lost in your fantasy, you don’t realize you’re about to cum until it’s right there, fluttering weakly around your fingers, slick coating both hands. All it takes is the memory of Murdock’s sinful murmur in your ear to tip you over that edge, softly whining his name into the car.

It’s hollow, nowhere near what you’d needed. You twitch weakly as that pleasure flows through you, clenching around your fingers and forcing them up into that spongy material. As you recover, what you end up getting is nowhere near what you’d needed.

It’s not enough because it’s not Him. It’s not his fingers, not his cock, not his cum filling you up.

As you stare at the slick fluid coating your fingers, flushed and sweaty, an odd sense of shame hits you. You don’t normally stoop to his levels, but with him doing this for god knows how long… well. You shove your fingers into the frappe, wiggling them around to dislodge some of the fluid into the drink.

Napkins clean up the mess on your hands, but not in your panties, or your head. A text from him while you're driving back tells you that he’s going to be home in 30 minutes. He usually wants to fuck within the hour of coming home to burn off all the pent-up adrenaline, so you speed up a bit more than you probably should.

You always get excited when he comes home.

~

Murdock comes in a bit worse for wear than you’ve seen him recently, seemingly strung out and tired. You sit on the couch while he moves about, catching a glimpse of a patch of gauze on his arm. He leaves some kind of geode by your milkshake on the kitchen island, and you’re up by the time he comes back down in different clothes.

He takes in the sight of you turning the little cluster of gems in the light with a look of soft awe, already drinking the shake, and a wave of possessiveness hits him a bit harder than even he expects. You smile at him- your smile just for him, his smile- and some of that weariness leaves his body, bringing him to move over, gently tilt your head up and kiss you.

He can taste himself on your tongue. How do you not?

When you separate, you lean into him and gently cradle the little cluster of stones at your side, brushing your hand over his new injury with concern. “What happened, Killer?”

He hisses quietly, though from the effect that name has on him or the sting of the injury, you don’t know. “Fucker was a bit more than I expected- managed to get out of the binds and cut me while my arms were uncovered. After I dealt with him, I had Ed patch me up.” Despite his assurance, you still give him an uncharacteristic look. “I'm alright, sweet girl. Just part of the job.”

You shake your head. “I don’t like it when you get hurt, Murdock.” You voice it before you can think about it, and you don’t. It almost seems foreign, despite his myriad scars. What you’ve seen him do, his mortality is something you forget.

His eyes darken, the hand on your side tightening its grip as he leans in, brushing his mouth against your temple. “Fuck, baby, if you don’t like it, then maybe you can help Sir feel better, hm?”

He’s already kissing down your neck, drawing you further into his chest while his hands wander under your shirt- his sweater. You mewl softly as he presses you back against the island, depositing the gift on the countertop before your own hands start to wander. When his hand glides down your front to cup your core through your clothes, you recall just what you were planning.

“Wait-”, you gasp, gently pushing back at him. He doesn’t budge, but he does pause. “I- I want you to try the drink first. It’s really good, and I’m afraid the taste will be different after a few hours.” 

Murdock finally pulls back at that, a different kind of interest showing on his face. He is an absolute sucker for sweet things as you’ve learned, and trying new sweet things handpicked by you is something he can’t resist- even in the face of sex.

He moves around to the fridge, pulling out the drink and turning to look at you with wide eyes, almost a moony expression. “... Is this what I think it is, baby?”

You smile and lean on the island, trying your damndest not to let him see the secondary excitement bubbling in you. “Mhm. They just started making them.”

He groans, shutting the fridge and popping the top off, forgoing the straw altogether, chugging almost a 4th of it before you have time to react. “Goddamn, this shit is still good. Fuck.” With another sigh, the Killer seems his old self again, smiling at you. “I’ll have to be extra sweet with you tonight, pretty thing.”

You keep smiling and sip your shake, waiting for him to go back in for more before you finally yank the curtain off his nasty little habit. With his grin on your lips, you tilt your head to the side and lean your head on your hand, fixing him with that look. “How does it taste?”

He stops. Murdock straight up freezes, blinking once before looking at you. The cup is moved back and regarded with suspicion, almost a seriousness you’ve not seen from him before. “... What did you do, sweet thing?”

… Does he think you put something dangerous in the drink?

You try your best not to falter from such dangerous scrutiny, lifting your dominant hand and slowly wiggling your fingers while taking a deliberate sip of your shake. “Well, I can’t exactly add Sir’s secret ingredient, but that doesn’t mean I can’t add my own…”

He glances between your fingers, your expression, and his drink before it clicks. You watch as suspicion becomes shock, then the man groans so loudly you almost think he came in his goddamn pants. “You naughty little creature-”

“Hey-”, you rebuke, glaring hotly at him as he proceeds to chug the rest of the drink all in one go, “This is the first time I’ve done this. I saw you last week, you nasty man, jerking off in my damn milkshake-”

“You still drank it,” he pants, staring at you like some new secret has been revealed to him, almost feral. “You still drank it, just like you’re drinking it right now.”

“Well-”

“No, not ‘Well’-” he growls, circling around the island and lifting you, making you squeak as your ass hits the cool marble countertop. He doesn’t even bother with the knife, ripping the cheap spandex of your shorts with prejudice and grabbing your hands, hooking them behind your knees with nonverbal instruction to stay like this.

“You still drank it, and you went out of your way to give Sir a treat on a bad day.” He’s crouching down, biting your inner thigh as he slips a finger into your still-wet pussy. You never bothered to clean up your mess, knowing full and well he’d be doing this.

Murdock curses under his breath and looks to you, heat already spreading over his cheeks. “Such a good girl, but Sir likes it best from the source… and he’d say you do too."

You have no room to argue when his lips encircle your clit, a second finger already finding its way inside.

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