#murder bastard 🗡

[juicywritinghoard]

emoji prompts

🥺you sleep with the stuffed animal I won you??

🤏 truly I am this close to kissing you or biting you and I haven't decided which

🥖 I would do anything to get you to bake me more bread, was that straight up mind control oh my god

🥚babe we cannot raise a dragon egg babe please we live in an apartment 

🧨stop asking me to do crimes with you I am falling in love too hard 

🏆okay I know the two of us are crazy stupid competive and are very close to getting kicked out for our bs but trying to beat you makes my blood pump like it never has before

🌮I'm the celebrity guest on your cooking show trying not to show the whole world I can't make anything more complicated than grilled cheese but I'd do anything to make you keep laughing

🎟did not actually expect to win the lottery with you and now we have to split the cash, but at least I can afford time off work now to run from your insane family that's after the money? 

🎈you're a single parent at this birthday party at my work and I cannot believe I have to keep up the shtick when I'd much rather be wooing you 

🩰we are rivals and I hate your guts stop being so pretty and kind about me getting the lead or I'm gonna have a feeling about it

🔌androids aren't supposed to have souls but we sure are falling in love like you have one 

📚you are my favorite author and you haven't published anything for so long can I help you please please please

🔎my life long dream of inspecting a murder mystery super might get me killed but like, worth it

📬penpals to lovers I'm willing it into existence I know you live so far away but I can't help falling ass over teakettle in love with you, I mean. you seal your letters and doodle and add washi tape how could I Not

🔒I broke into your car to impress you when you locked your keys in and now I have to construct an elaborate lie to explain myself 

🛏this mattress store is gonna kick us out. yep

👑stop kissing me so right I have to assassinate you

🗡four minutes after you, my sworn rival, tilted my chin up with your sword

🎻you keep asking if your practicing is bothering me but honestly I'm so swept away. play something for me. haha I mean freebird not a like, romantic song, that would be, wild

🎩your costume is stupid but just you wait until you see mine

🔇you haven't been online in two days would it be insane for me to drive to your place and make sure you haven't like, died. because I am omw

💍good morning will you marry me

🛒every little moment with you is a sweet adventure, even going to the grocery store, which I hate to bastard death

🥧 I am so sad but this pie you brought me is helping a little. let me get two spoons 

🎂am I the first person to wish you happy birthday today? it's so late :( I'm dropping everything rn let's celebrate you

🦖and don't get me started on jurassic Park as a concept if they had just had some ENRICHMENT, sorry, sorry, you don't need to listen to me go on. I know it's annoy- why are you looking at me like that

🦄so like. Magic is real huh. and you're magic? cool cool cool. I'm gonna be sooo normal about this just. just give me a sec

👽no you crashlanded your spaceship in my backyard I think I'm owed an explanation actually 

😻I'm so sorry my cat keeps escaping to go to your place, Beans is just obsessed with you. haha and who could blame him, honestly

❤️‍🔥may or may not be burning my exes things in the park and sobbing be cool maybe

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[lady-of-imladris]

I'm game. Let's say we're both each other's alibi but in reality we're both stabbing the bastard! It's foolproof 🗡

Amazing

@queenmeriadoc and my fiancé are murder on the Orient express-ing it 😂😂😂

#merry <3 #anon fiancé <3

[phoenixduelist]

𝓡𝓾𝓵𝓮𝓼 & 𝓐𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 | 𝕾𝖍𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖔

𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐧 & 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 +𝟐𝟏

+𝟏𝟖 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 & 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐠 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐎𝐂 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬 & 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐦𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝.

𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞; 𝐎𝐂, 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐲

🗡 𝕴𝖒𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘

🩸 𝓥𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖘

🗡 𝖂𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

🩸 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖌 𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: the storm personified/beautifully violent force of nature, unquenchable vengeance, the duelist captain, hunter and the hunted in one, viciously sharp intellect, holding onto values as they are slowly fading away, Hungarian history as always, honor or survival, disgraced nobility, batshit questionable naval maneuvers/strategies, a handful of people against the world, a journey of blood, smoke & revenge

𝕸𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖌 𝖙𝖔:

@pirataimperatix - Wings United verse

@solarbladewinged - Sci fi verse

@warwicked - mercenary verse

@lightningdamned - after death

𝓡𝓮𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓻𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝔂 𝓙𝓪𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮

#🩸 self promo 🗡 | came to the grand show to witness the fanged monster tear into flesh? after all; that's why you are here aren't you? #with every fandom: I rambo in late with a snarky vicious bastard bringing murder and fire #potc rp #potc roleplay #pirates of the caribbean #pirate rp #historical rp #independent rp #ofmd rp #fantasy rp #our flag means death #fandomless oc #fandomless rp #black sails rp #greek mythology rp #greek mythology roleplay

[harpylass]

Shiryu Headcanons (SFW & NSFW) 🚬🌧🗡

SFW:

• Shiryu smells of tobacco and rain. He even smells like rain on days when it doesn’t rain..

• He's into people with scars on their body.

• His love language is words of affirmation, acts of service, and quality time.

• He doesn't mind holding your hand. Will most likely do this in private bc he likes his privacy. PDA who?

• Hardly any cuddling in private 😔 but you get to sit next to him so both of you enjoy each others presence.

• When you two are alone, he likes it when he rests his head on your chest. You can hug his head for a while during your quality time with him. These moments are don’t come often so savor it while you can.

• He loves to tower behind you because since he's bigger than you, he can be able to protect you.

• Shiryu loves to hold your fragile body in his large hands. Committing murder is an entirely different experience when having life in his hands with mercy.

Entering into NSFW territory 🔞:

• He's a man who prefers to get himself off until he saw you touching yourself while he was away. Seeing you touch your pleasure areas/holes makes this swordsman lowkey horny.

• Secretly loves watching you masturbate when he's invisible. Being in the same room as you, he would grope all over you while you're doing it, surprising you~ This man would finish you off by wanting to rough you up good.

• He's not a gentle lover, he's on the rough side. There can be tender moments when he can be gentle to you because of the height difference.

• Will gladly help you patch up any wounds he left on you (any bite marks or cuts he left).

• BDSM action behind closed doors.

• Since he's a man of secrets or silence, he secretly wants to help you bathe so he’ll touch you when he's invisible (brownie points if he does it when there's people in the bathhouse).

• Maybe a sense of public sexual humiliation towards his lover. Of course, he wouldn't let anyone lay a hand on you if someone tries to while he does it. Shiryu would abuse his devil fruit abilities for these opportunities. Dirty bastard.

• You about to cum? Shiryu won't let you because he finds you begging for him is hot af oooor he makes you cum so many times to the point where you can't walk yourself to the bathroom.

#(be free my headcanons !!) #(fly freeee) #one piece shiryu #one piece headcanons #Blackbeard pirates #shiryu of the rain #shiryu #one piece writing

[scrollypoly]

Hi im gonna put my creepypasta playlists out again because im really proud of them :)

The one for angsty emo teenagers that never want to grow out of this phase:

The one for your retro gamer buddies that you might die for:

The one for the quiet types that are hiding a lot of unkept rage and murder:

The one for the reformed punks that moved to the woods to be alone:

The one for the pastel pink scene girls that leave lipstick kisses on their band posters:

The one for the feral bastards that care more about their knives than the people in their lives:

The one for the college dropouts who would rather spend their time in the urban underground:

And the one for the girl that stole your heart and your black leather dress that you'll never see again:

Edit: forgot toby's 🤭

#my posts #my playlists #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #jeff the killer #jeff woods #ben drowned #ben lawman #eyeless jack #kate millens #kate the chaser #nina hopkins #nina the killer #habit emh #everymanhybrid #x virus #cody rogers #jane the killer #jane arkensaw #Spotify #cody mccaffrey

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i don't know if you've answered this before, but why does murdoc choose to call reader "fawn?" it's very cute but knowing him there's definitely some sort of Evil Bitch Lore™ behind it in his lil head

I have answered this but some of the lore changed/I've better character insight on Fawn and Murdock so I'll link the old post and give a bit more info.

For one thing, take any lore I list for Fawn's background with a grain of salt as I'm wishy-washy with everything from Murdock's killing motives to his first name (Murdock is a middle name) and his eye color to Fawn's occupation and how they meet. As an example, previous post has Fawn being adopted, yet more recently I've rolled it back to bio-mother and stepfather. Fawn's bio-dad has a pivotal role in the story as he has from the beginning. Everything related to 'Fawn' as a nickname in that post remains true to my canon, but what I've changed is as thus: The night Fawn and Murdock meet, Fawn freezes up when faced with the threat of a murderer- ironically not the first one they face that night but they don't know this. In Murdock's mind, Fawn very much reminds him of the baby animal in question, and he mockingly refers to them as such. The intent is to remove a witness, glean information from them because he saw them interacting with the other murder, his longtime target- only for something about them, some old deja-vu to stay his hand, letting them escape... ... but they don't leave his mind.

#murder bastard 🗡 #i speaketh #anon #evil bitch lore but not the stinky kind #he's absolutely a bastard man and i can-fucking-not for the life of me get his characterization down or keep CONCRETE lore #like the moment i'm writing this tag #I'm already thinking about altering his 'day job' again #which is to say i have no fuckin clue what i want him to do #flipflopping between changing his last name from Kilgrave to Kilbourne/Kilborne #ANd FUCKIGN FAWN- the flipflop from having it be reader insert pov to just #winging it and using the OC that Fawn became in this context #like how Chains!Reader became Ada #or ETR reader became Pidge #bbgorls #waugh pain in my soul

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When Murdock has bigger tiddies than you (ಥ ͜ʖಥ)

rip to you but im different

Narrator: Pyre was not actually different and in fact had smaller tiddies than Murdock. Everyone had smaller tiddies than Murdock, for Murdock was born with a condition known as Breastimus Maximus.

#murder bastard 🗡 #i speaketh #anon #don't ask me what this means #i don't know what this means #that's what u get when i go thru my inbox at like #12 a.m.

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Currently side-eyeing the requests from. 9 months ago in my inbox... and the urge to rehash/update my Sucktember prompts so i can finish the rest... and the birthday gifts i need to finish (mane don't look at me i KNOW oh my god it's fucking March kill me)... I want to write and post smut like i used to damn it chewing on the WALLS This funk is unending god screaming crying throwing up Like, I have the will but the brain is clogged. Indecision. I need PROMPTS- When will my brainworms return from the war?

#murder bastard 🗡 #i speaketh

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walks in. speaks my truth. your murdoc is best murdoc. dips out never to be seen again. - 🪦🗝️ (Deadlock)

I wouldn't say he's the best lmao

There are a lot of Murdocks/Murderpliers, though the community content with him is few and far between now. I'm just lucky to have discord friends who tolerate my yelling about my losers and help me worldbuild, along with having losers of their own for me to help them worldbuild-

...

even tho I change lore so frequently I could've written 5 books by now with how much shit I've changed or tossed out.

Ugh it was so much easier when I was just thinkin about horny shit with this man instead of motive and backstory and weh- someone free me from my indecision.

He deserves to be a stinky murder man.

#murder bastard 🗡 #i speaketh #Deadlock anon

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Ok so, imagine, Murdock, y’know just him, with a housewife/housespouse/househusband, like he just comes home and just sees them doing regular homemaker stuff and freaks out over it

Murdock is a self-sufficient man, as much as he is fucked up. Anything and everything he could want or need to do regarding his hideout residence could be accomplished by his own two hands or the hands of a professional hired to fix the problem. In regards to a partner, he'd never really felt the need for one. They were a distraction at best, and compromise to his identity as the Serotonin Killer at worst. The man didn't want to get all attached, only to lose them to a rival or them finding out. Any 'physical' needs could be taken care of with an fwb situation, which he has a variety of. His ego won't let him entertain the idea that he'll get caught. He's been doing this too long, been too careful to be taken down now.

That is until he meets you, and all of that flies out the window. At first, it was just an interest- you were interesting in ways that he couldn't pin down, open to him despite his reserved behavior. You started to get close and he got addicted. Call it obsession, call it desperation, call it love, whatever you want.

When he finally recognized it, it hit him hard- so he deigned then and there that he'd have you. Just as quickly as he'd decided that he needed you in his life, the reality of what that entailed hit him too. A self-sufficient man remains self-sufficient even with a partner. However, a man who is self-sufficient because he's never had anyone to rely on... well. Murdock getting comfortable with you, coming home after a hunt or recon to find you asleep on the couch or cooking, tending to the garden outside... it always gets him. He covets what's his, and with how easily you fell into that category, how easily you let him provide for you? It excites him to see you happy with being domestic in your shared home, as it shows a sense of inner peace and satisfaction. It tells Murdock that you're happy with him despite what he does.

#murder bastard 🗡 #my writing #gn!reader #iswm murdock

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whatever you do, just don’t think about lumberjack!Murdock having a cabin in the woods, far away from civilization and, no, he didn’t kidnap you you’re just conveniently snowed in. it’s looks like you’re gonna have to wait the storm dies down before you can even think about going back into town.

When you moved in with Murdock, you didn’t realize the mountain elevation that the Lakehouse resides at could get such heavy winter snow. Hell, you'd grown up about an hour or so away and never saw snow get up past the top of your shoes.

Here?

Up here, the winter storms are ruthless, blanketing the land in feet, making the roads impassable. Even if you could drive, you'd have to get your car out of the garage and clear the driveway.

With 2 feet of snow out there, in temperatures near zero? No thank you.

Instead, you settle down for what will end up being at least a week of waiting for the snow to melt- or, get low enough that you can clear the driveway to the road.

Well... Murdock clearing the snow. He refuses to let you step foot back outside now, given that you tripped yesterday and disappeared into a snow bank.

It's not your fault that you're short and he has those longass legs-

As recompense for his laughing at you for almost an hour afterward- the fucker called you Frosty the Snowman- you decided to steal more of his clothes, including his favorite hoodie and sweater.

And this is how he finds you while stepping in from the garage; bundled up in his clothes while sitting in his spot on the couch, drinking from his mug.

... Under normal circumstances, Murdock is very particular about who he lets into his space. That is, no one at all. He's a killer, and letting people get close to him usually only means one thing for them. One very gruesome and horrible thing.

You have a different purpose- one you seem to be easing into quite well.

"Cold, little fawn?" It's adorable how you startle, blinking at him sheepishly before your petulant little facade returns.

"Not anymore." You scrunch your face up at him from behind the mug, though your expression and body language remains relaxed. Fond. "Now I know why you're so hot all the damn time- it's your clothes as much as it is you being a human space heater."

He moves closer, pleased by how you don't shift away but instead turn bodily to face him, still giving him that look. Open. "You're in my spot."

"Too bad," you quip- challenge- a strangely playful glint to your eye. "You got up."

"Oh?" He enters your space and looms over you, smiling your smile when you subconsciously press yourself further into the couch.

Comfortable, but still wary.

"... What're you doin'-" You yelp when he hooks his hands beneath your knees and behind your back, dragging you down the couch and taking his place with a smug grin while you sputter incredulously. "Rude!"

He laughs. "Nothing's stopping you from fighting me for it, doll. Or..." he lifts his arm up, offering a familiar place.

You just glare at him, face heating up as you sit there and fight with yourself, only to grumble under your breath and crawl over to him, snuggling into his side. "Ass. I'm mad at you and only doing this because it's comfortable."

He snorts. "Don't be a little thief, then."

It's adorable how you act like you don't know what's happening here. You seek, and he provides.

#murder bastard 🗡 #i speaketh #lumberjack #iswm murdock #my writing

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'Ego' Sucktember 2022 Day 3: Messy

Ire for contested land does not make alliance.

I more ways than one. This one is a bit darker than the other entries, delving into possessiveness and jealousy. It's Murdock. What do you expect?

THEY KEEP GETTING LONGER. FUCK. it's still THE 3RD SOMEWHERE-

Rating: NSFW MINORS DNI

AFAB!Reader/Femme

Pairing: Murdock (ISWM) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Heavy public grinding/orgasms. Pet names/use of 'girl'. Cumming in pants. Possessive/Obsessive behavior. Mentions of past Stalking. Cumeating.

Word Count: 4100+

You’d traveled into the nearby town to do some necessary shopping. Sometimes, your Killer tags along on these outings, acting like a giant, possessive guard dog. This is necessary with how many enemies Murdock has made over the years; however, you find the presence of your looming shadow to be placating.

You’re safer with him than anywhere else.

Before you went to purchase the perishables on your list at the local supermarket, you’d decided to make a stop at a new coffee shop that had opened up in town. It’s a quaint little establishment with a slightly rustic feel; a few patrons sit in booths and partake of their orders while idle chitchat and soft music drift through the air around you. The cozy feel is just enough for you to let your guard down as you step up to the counter.

You consider calling Murdock and asking him if he’d want one of those off-the-wall drinks he always orders while you place your own. However, when you consider the distance between you and home, you decide against that. It’d be cold by then, and the man is probably busy planning or whatever he does in his downtime.

Oh, but you don’t realize… or do you?

The barista calls your name when your hot cocoa is ready, offering it to you from over the counter with a smile. His name is Stephen by the tag on his breast, and you smile in turn, offering a rather generous tip into the jar beside the register.

“Oh- thank you, miss, it’s appreciated,” he beams, that smile growing. You realize with a bit of concern that he’s cute, that soft country boy energy is a heavy juxtaposition to the 6’5 wall of muscle that fucked you senseless not 12 hours ago. Such a contrast to what you’re used to, but you can appreciate his aesthetics.

“Don’t worry about it, my guy,” you wave him off placatingly while trying to ignore that little flutter in your chest, “I used to work as a waitress so I know how much of a struggle it is, especially now.”

“Small world. Still, thank you.”

You lift the cup to him in salute. He nods, that smile still quirking the corners of his mouth as you go and sit by the window. While you idly scroll through your social media apps and wait for your cocoa to cool, your mind wanders back to Murdock. You’d wanted him to come with you today, both for quality time and the sense of security he brings you.

The longer you sip on the cocoa, the more you find yourself chitchatting with Stephen. You shouldn’t even entertain it, but there’s something homely about him; something painfully domestic. He is friend shaped.

Another barista by the name of Adelaide joins in on your conversation, and you find that you enjoy her input as well. Maybe you’ll come back to this coffee shop more often.

It’s not long after you’d ordered your second drink and sat down when you see the green of an apron in your peripheral vision. 

“Ma’am?” It’s Stephen, you realize with a bit more curiosity than you should. He hovers at your side with a basket of muffins, offering them to you. “We have some product that’s not considered salvageable by my manager. Would you like a free muffin?” When you stare skeptically at the basket, he clarifies, “Don’t worry, it’s completely aesthetic. The tops didn’t puff up right.”

They’re quirky little things, bent this way and that, even compressed in one case. You’d never been one to turn down free food in the correct setting, so you pluck out a cracked top muffin with a nod of thanks. While you place the muffin down on the table, Stephen slips a small piece of paper down beside it before walking over to the next patron and repeating his spiel.

Upon opening up the little note, you find it to be a message:

“Hey. So, both Adelaide and I think you are incredibly interesting and would like to know if you’d like to go out for some coffee or drinks next time you’re in town. Hit us up if you want. No obligation otherwise, we’re just putting it out there.”

He punctuated it with a winky face and 2 different phone numbers in 2 different hand scripts, signed Stephen and Adelaide.

... Oh.

At first, you don’t know what to say, flattered as you are by the attention. You have to admit that they are pleasant people and you’d like to get to know them better, but… part of you feels like that would end up becoming a slippery slope with Murdock waiting for them at the bottom.

Your Killer is always testy when it comes to you and new people. He doesn’t stifle your social interactions in the slightest, but he always has to vet people before he’s willing to leave you alone with them. He has enemies, enemies who would target you if they knew about your connection. One of your old friends trying to reconnect with you turned out to be a problem in that vein, so you’ve learned to leave well enough alone.

It’s not the healthiest way to deal with things, but when did he ever claim to be a healthy individual?

The soft jingling of the doorbell alerts you and everyone else in the shop of a new customer. You don’t look up immediately, still scrutinizing the paper in your hand and taking a bite from the muffin. If you had, you’d understand why the shop quiets down slightly and why Stephen’s usual bubbly greeting falls a bit flat. 

“Uh, welcome, sir, what can I get you-” Stephen inquires, soft and a bit awkward.

“I have an online order.”

You freeze, that familiar voice cutting through your awareness like a knife.

“Ah- what’s, the name?” The poor barista sounds more panicked by the second. You feel so bad-

“Kuller.”

Slowly looking up, you see that familiar black peacoat from the back, those gloved hands flexing subtly at his sides. Murdock turns his head just enough to acknowledge you with a rendition of your smile bordering on dangerous. “Hi, Sweetheart.”

“... Hi, Murdock.”

He’s followed you again. That much is obvious. It’s not something he does often anymore that you know about, now that you’re on the same page with each other. He only follows you or reveals that he’s around when something happens that he doesn’t like. It can be anything from you being targeted to the police getting too close, or an extroverted barista trying to make… friends.

The Killer carries tension in his body that you can’t tell if it’s from a new threat against you or the fact that the baristas were flirting with you. Stephen can feel it because he rushes behind the counter faster than you’ve seen him move all day. 

Once Murdock has his drink, he tips the same amount of money you placed into the jar before making a b-line to you and sliding into the booth across from you. You smile at him, but the way he looks at you over his glasses tells you that it’s not just the barista he’s here about.

“If you wanted to come with me, babe, you could have asked,” you begin softly, sliding your hand across the table and lightly squeezing his. Much to your easing nerves, he doesn’t pull away, your smile easing back on his lips as he squeezes in turn. There’s a warmth in his eyes that he doesn’t have often outside of the house.

He hums softly and takes a sip of his drink, smiling knowingly at you over the cup. “I know, my sweet girl, but I had business to take care of, a few loose ends to tie up with my last project.” You really don’t know how much he relishes the way your eyes widen when he discusses this so casually in public. “You know how work is, always so demanding.”

You tilt your head to the side in consideration, taking a bite of your muffin again. The action brings his attention to the note beside you, and you feel his grip tighten subtly. They’re not a threat to him, but you can see why he’d consider it to be such.

Maybe now would be a good time to show your hand again. Unfortunately, Stephen steps back around the counter and approaches you again, only hesitating for a second when Murdock glares at him from over his glasses. You’re impressed.

The barista places a receipt on the table, along with a muffin from the wonky batch. “You forgot your receipt, sir, and we have free muffins on the house today.” Even you catch that slight waver in his voice, and you notice the way your Killer’s gaze sharpens as it passes between the offered items and Stephen’s face.

Finally, Murdock breaks the staredown that feels a lot longer than it was, pocketing the receipt and offering the muffin to you. You decline politely. He only does that when he doesn’t consider the person in question worth his time. That’s good, at least.

When Stephen returns to the counter again, you decide that maybe now would be a good time to show your hand again. “Well, I mean… we could always go on that vacation you brought up a few months ago; tour the coast once the weather decides to mellow out?”

That gets his attention back to you, brows lifting above the rim of his glasses in mild surprise. You savor that look as you draw his hand closer to you and lightly bump one of his boots with your foot; you don’t get to surprise him often. He looks cute like this.

“Really?” He sounds surprised, almost excited, and that flutter in your chest rebounds hard. Fuck.

“Of course,” you continue after drinking the last of your cocoa, “I’ll have to request off for work, but it’s been a few years since I took a proper vacation. Why not with you?"

There’s your smile again, that warmth spreading to his eyes as he softens visibly. You feel heat spreading across your cheeks, gently squeezing his hand once more.

You sit together for a few more minutes in silence before you crumple the now empty muffin wrapper, tossing it into your cup and moving to stand. “Do you want to help me finish shopping, now that you’re here?”

Murdock gets up wordlessly, hand still entwined with yours. He might, he might not. It’s always up in the air with him sometimes. The Killer finishes his drink and tosses the cup into the trash along with your own as you both head towards the door.

You pick up the note as an afterthought, tucking it into your pocket and waving to Stephen and Adelaide as you leave. Friends can happen. You don’t think you want anything else with them, however.

For their sakes. It’s not just Murdock they’d have to deal with.

The walk back to your car is rather easy. Rather quiet. You’d honestly expected him to act a bit weirder in the coffee shop- more casually threatening than he was. Murdock is a bit too possessive for his own good, but in many ways, you can’t blame him.

You truly don’t understand that you are one of the only good things the Killer has- he’s ever had. He’s not keen on losing that, and you don’t realize what lengths he’ll go to keep it that way.

“So…”, you prompt quietly, walking just behind Murdock, “... is there a reason you followed me this time?”

He doesn’t answer immediately, head turned to scan the other side of the street. “The Widowmaker showed her face again last night, gutted some moron in Harrisburg. I’m covering my bases.”

Oh. You remember her; she likes to target married men, and Murdock took one of her kills a few years ago. He seems to do that a lot. It’s not a surprise that he’s here, then.

Still, you can’t help but think back to the look he gave Stephen, the look he gave the note. Sure, he’s always been handsy in public when dealing with ‘intrusions on his territory’, as he snarled it into your neck one night, but… that felt different.

That seemed like he felt legitimately threatened.

“You know…” you begin carefully when you are out of earshot to the other passerby, softly, only continuing when he turns his head slightly in your direction, “... that I’d only take them up on their offer after you vetted them, right? Even then, it’d only be platonic. They’re not you. God, they’re not you.” 

Murdock stops walking altogether, expression painfully neutral. You don’t realize he’s stopped walking until you’re a few steps ahead, so you turn back to face him. It’s hard to tell what he’s thinking right now, as you can’t see his eyes for the shadow of the parking garage beside you tinting his shades black. 

You step forward cautiously, uncertain, very much the wary prey hovering around the beast. It’s only that slight shift of his head that signals you still have his attention when you gently wrap your hands around his forearm, very much in his space. “This is an entirely different situation than my friends were, Killer. I trust your judgment, here.”

Vulnerability.

He’d never hurt you, you know that, but this is you making a point. This proximity will always be your staying point. “Hell, I’d never doubt it. I have no reason to.”

Your voice softens even further while you gently press your hand to his chest, leaning against him now. “I trust you more than anyone else, Murdock. I don’t need anyone else.”

For a beat, he doesn’t react, and you worry if you’ve said something you shouldn’t have. Then, the man snarls a sharp ‘Fuck.’ into the autumn air and you are suddenly moving into the parking garage-

You both have rounded the corner by the time your mind catches up with you; Murdock has backed you into a secluded hall, pressed into the wall, and trapped there by his body. A thigh pressed between your legs stops you from moving while your hands are pinned above your head, clasped in his larger one. It doesn’t take much on his end to press that thigh higher, right into your core.

Oh.

“Murdock, what-” His mouth silences you, easily kissing away your protests and dragging you into a heady haze with deep sweeps of his tongue. You sag into his body, whining softly into the kiss when his free hand grips your hip and encourages you to set a pace against the thigh he’s pressing into your center. It isn’t even an afterthought with how quickly you oblige him.

Shit. Well. You didn’t expect this response.

“God, you sweet, pliant little creature," the Killer breathes against your mouth when he pulls away, lightly tugging at your lower lip with his teeth, “You truly have no fucking idea what you do to me." He shudders, grip tightening on you. "You really do belong to me, don't you, Sweetheart?”

You press further into him, eagerly grinding against his thigh and mewling softly. It’s ridiculous how quickly he can get you to comply, to drop in situations like this. If you weren’t so into his possessiveness, you’d feel a bit more concerned about getting caught.

“Those little worms wanted you- wanted what’s fucking mine-”, he continues to snarl into your skin now, leaving hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. You can’t help but sigh and drop your head to the side and give him the access he needs. The man rewards you by sucking harshly at the junction of your neck and shoulder, seeking to leave a deep purple mark there.

Murdock releases your wrists and you let your arms fall on his shoulders, fingers sinking into the soft, black locks obscuring his face. It takes you a bit too long to realize that the distinct lack of hands on you would translate to warm, calloused hands sliding up under your shirt- shit-

The breathy little sound you make for him, muscles jumping under those fingers, is more than enough for him to escalate the situation. You whine when he moves his thigh back, but it turns into a startled yip when your feet leave the ground, legs hooking around his hips on reflex. That just presses his erection right up against your cunt through the flimsy fabric of your pants and fuck, he’s throbbing.

“Sir-” you’re already unabashedly grinding against his crotch before he’s even settled against you and the Killer swears, taking hold of your hips and rocking back into you with double the fervor. It’s more than his thigh, better than his thigh, delicious friction from both his jeans and that thickness pressed just right- God, it’s perfect.

It is, at least, until you hear the honk of a distant car horn and are dragged back to reality, pace stuttering. Shit. Fuck. “Murdock- wait-” He doesn’t stop when you slow down, working you against his cock as he chases his high. “- We’re in public- we can’t-”

“Shh, sweetheart, we’re gonna do this right here.” He doesn’t even bother slowing down as he pulls back to look at you, glasses askew on his nose. His eyes are visible in the artificial light, and his pupils are so blown out that you can barely see his irises.

Oh-

“Sir doesn’t give a damn right now,” he snarls, leaning in to bury his face into your neck again and work on another mark. “He needs this, and so do you. Shouldn’t have said what you did if you didn’t want to risk it here.”

A moan escapes you when his lips cover a certain sensitive spot below your ear, biting down lightly while he presses you further into the wall. Friction and chasing that edge outweighs anything else right now, that coil starting to build in your gut. The unforgiving concrete and drag of his cock truly have you trapped between a rock and a hard place.

Murdock notices familiar wetness starting to soak into his pants, pausing just long enough to press his fingers in between where you’re pressed so intimately together. He groans into your skin. “You’re soaked, lewd little thing. Does this turn you on that badly?”

Indignant little noises are his answer at first, but he uses the opportunity to press his thumb into your clit and rub in rapid little circles to keep you off balance. “Or is it because you know only I can make you feel this way?”

You warble, tugging at his hair with one hand while the other remains anchored to his shoulder to ground yourself. Your legs quake, trying to get that friction back that you need. Damn it, why won’t he just fuck you already-

“That’s it, isn’t it?” His tone is so sure, so knowing that it momentarily cuts through your needy haze. He’s looking at you again, that possessive hunger you know so well clear on his face. “You know. You know who you belong to.”

Something clicks in your mind; some submissive mindset hitting you hard as you drop even further than before. You nod meekly, fingers curling into his hair again as you press your forehead to his own. “I belong to Sir. I always have.”

That fucking gets him. It gets him harder than it ever should.

Your teeth click together with how hard he kisses you, practically devouring your mouth, shoving his tongue so deep within it’s like he’s trying to steal your breath away. Helpless little whines escape you and he swallows every single one, practically fucking you into the wall. There will be bruises on your hips by morning.

“No one can give you this-” he’s growling against your lips now, rutting faster, rougher, using you to get himself off as much as he’s trying to force you to cum. The angle he has is hitting your clit perfectly, and you’re trying not to cry from how fucking good it feels. “No one can fuck you like Sir can, fill you up like he does, give you what you need-”

You’re too turned on chasing that high to argue because technically he isn’t filling you right now, too focused on that coil getting tighter, those electric jolts racing up your spine getting worse and worse. Your hips follow his of their own will, dragged higher and higher, cunt clenching around nothing as you realize just how close you truly are now.

You’re going to cum, but you're not full of him right now. You make a peculiar little sound as you teeter, pawing at him to get his attention as that sound gets strangled. No- Wait- You want him to cum inside you-

“Murdock- Sir- notyet- pleaseIneedyour-” You lose your ability to speak, tugging at his hair to try and get your point across. He doesn’t waver, biting your earlobe lightly. Frustration at the situation builds up and you find yourself trying to fight your orgasm.

He growls and pushes harder, adjusting himself to grind at that delicious angle against the whole of your cunt. It’s too much and not enough, all at once. “Shhhh, you’re gonna– mmm, fuck– you’re gonna cum, pretty little thing, don’t you dare fight it. You’re gonna cum and you’re gonna make a fucking mess in those pretty little panties for me.”

His choice of words and tone just pull you further, gripping anywhere you can for some kind of anchor- but he even denies you that, pinning your arms above your head again and leaving you at the mercy of this maddening, delicious friction.

“Go ahead and fucking soak Sir’s cock, Sweetheart. Show him who you belong to.”

The broken little sound that drags itself out of you quickly cascades into a cry when that coil finally snaps, barely muffled by Murdock's hand over your mouth. Your stomach drops, eyes squeezing shut as your body curls in on itself, legs squeezing his hips as waves of heady pleasure roil through you. The feeling of being so painfully empty is almost an insult to you, walls clenching achingly around nothing.

Your Killer doesn’t slow down at all, pinning your hips to the wall and chasing his own high, quickly overstimulating you into a sobbing mess.

“Goddamn it, that’s it, that’s right- just for me, only for me. Shit-” Murdock quickly bites down on your shoulder and groans, using you to muffle the sound of him falling apart. You’re so sensitive at this point that the change in friction is a balm, but the quickly spreading wet warmth pressed against your core makes you cry out for a different reason; that’s yours- that’s your cum, your reward, it’s supposed to be inside you-

Murdock finally stills his hips, twitching from oversensitivity himself, pressing his crotch firmly against your own as he comes down from his high while panting into your neck. The squish you hear is enough to make you flush horribly, half aware of everything around you. You mewl weakly when he grinds once, squirming, head lulled forward on his shoulder. The sting from his bite is already starting to set in; you have the passing hope that he didn’t break the skin.

Your feet finally touch the ground around a minute later, but he does not let you go immediately. There’s no way you could stand up on your own right now, anyway.

The sudden presence of a warm hand delving into your underwear shocks you out of your afterglow torpor and you look up at him in confusion, whining softly. “Murdock-”

He only grins, fingers sliding through your wet folds, making you choke and hide your face in mortification. “Sir told you that you’d make a mess for him, but he didn’t expect this. I didn’t think you’d ever squirt from grinding, sweet thing.”

“Sh-Shut up, Murdock-” you stutter helplessly as he sinks a finger inside you, eased along by the wetness he’d earned from you. The man kisses the crown of your head while collecting that slick and drawing his hand back out.

He only laughs. You’ll never get used to the predatory look he gets when he sees your fluids covering his hand. “So messy, pretty thing. Messy, and owned, as it should be.”

Your glower at him, half-tempted to just walk to the car yourself. You wouldn’t make it very far as it stands, though. “S-Shut up, oh my f-fucking god-“

He starts cleaning your mess off his hand, sucking noisily. All you can do is watch, trapped against the wall, making indignant little sounds and pouting because you didn’t get bred. All that cum, wasted in his boxers-

He notices your pouting and tilts your head up with that same hand, the faint wetness clinging to your chin. “You think I’m done today, Sweetheart? Oh no. There’s plenty to come for my perfect little Siren.”

Oh.

#murder bastard 🗡 #murdock x reader #my writing #sucktember2022 #ego sucktember #tw stalking #tw obsessive behavior #problematic man don't take me by the hand #i am not sorry #welcome to my deep grey matter brainrot #afab!reader #murderplier x reader

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‘Ego’ Sucktember 2022 Day 2: Swollen

Obedience has its perks.

T’S STILL THE 2ND SOMEWHERE, DON’T FUCKIN LOOK AT ME. God FUCKING FUCKITY this is LONG WHAT THE FUCK. Me @ Me: WHAT HAPPENED TO 250 WORDS, PYRE?

Can you tell I don’t write blowjobs that often? Because I don’t and I hate this lmao fuck. It's something I guess yknow? Ehhhhhh.

Rating: NSFW MINORS DNI

GN!Reader

Pairing: Murdock (ISWM) x GN!Reader

Warnings: Cunnilingus. Cum eating. Pet names. 

Length: 2300+

The night started out simple enough.

Murdock had brought up the idea of a movie night before he left on his most recent hunt; a sort of bonding time between you, given that you’d both been so busy lately. 

He’d been more active in his hunting as a new copycat duo had popped up a few towns over. You know how livid he gets when imitators try to take credit for his work, his mission. 

Work had you staying late multiple nights in a row due to short staffing. He knows how much you want to remain independent with your financial situation, so he hasn’t brought it up as an issue yet.

To say that you both needed this was an understatement. You missed your Killer. Fuck, you missed him. By the way the man practically drags you into his lap when you enter the living room with snacks, it’s obvious he missed you too.

You tuck yourself into his side with your legs over his, resting your head against his chest all in a bid to not injure anything important. You’re always self-conscious of that when you straddle him. With you properly settled and the snacks within reach to you both, Murdock presses play on his first choice of the evening. 

The movie isn’t bad, but you quickly find yourself… well, distracted.

The gentle, possessive caress of his hand over your side, trailing down to your hip and lightly squeezing before traveling back up is one thing; Murdock can’t help but touch you– needs to touch you, but you don’t realize just how much. Another is the steady, deep breaths in your ear that lull you into a strange sort of torpor. You stop focusing on the movie very quickly in favor of him.

Murdock isn’t wearing his glasses or gloves right now. He rarely uses them while home anymore, but you’ve not had any sort of real quality time together in weeks, so it seems all the more special. The cloth of his sweater is soft beneath your cheek and smells immensely of his cologne. You can’t help but snuggle further into the large man, fingers idly drawing nonsense patterns into the plane of his stomach

A soft hum rumbles beneath your ear, his other hand wandering down to rest on your calf and mirroring those little patterns. Warmth spreads across your cheeks from the touch, and you quickly realize that a similar heat is starting to build somewhere else.

This proximity, immersed in this heat and scent, pressed so close to such a solid body, these hands wandering over you… you’d been trying to ignore it, but you’ve not had him in over a week. Even then, it wasn’t enough.

It’ll never be enough for you, now.

There’s a movie your should be focusing on, you remind yourself. However, you just find your eyes deviating lower than his stomach, to the bulge in his black sweatpants that’s just beside your hip. It wouldn’t take much to slide your hand down just that little bit lower and-

The shrill ringtone of your phone blares out from the charging port on the table, startling you up out of his lap. He surprisingly doesn’t protest, letting you up and even pausing the movie to save your place so you don’t miss anything. You smile apologetically before disappearing out of sight to take the call.

When you return, that budding warmth is a distant memory… at least until you step around the corner into the living area and see Murdock.

In the time you've been gone, Murdock has shifted from the side of the couch to the middle in a bid to get more comfortable. One arm is slung over the back of the couch while the other rests on his thigh, that hand too close to his crotch to be a coincidence. He's fucking manspreading, and you can clearly see the outline of his cock half-hard in his pants. 

This fucker-

"Is something the matter, little fawn?"

You startle from his low, easy timbre and he chuckles, which earns him a soft glare from you. With a huff, you return your phone to the charging dock and try to look unaffected. "Stop doing that."

"Doing what?", he teases, head rolling to the side. "I'm just waiting on you, Sweetheart."

That glare gets hotter, your gaze darting between his face and that fucking bulge which just seems to be getting bigger. Your mouth is not starting to water, damnit. It isn’t. "You know exactly what you're doing, Murdock."

"Really?” he hums, hand sliding across his thigh in a rather innocuous way and adjusting his hips. You focus on the move out of habit, only to realize what you’d done a second too late when glancing back up at him. The vicious heat in his eyes belies the calm air he extrudes. “Care to enlighten me, little fawn? I'm not a mind reader."

“Why are you always fucking like this-” you grumble under your breath and step around the couch, glaring still even as you stop between his legs. "You know exactly what the fuck you're doing, you smug asshole. We’re supposed to be watching a movie, and here you are-"

“You love it, though, don’t you, Sweetheart?” He interrupts you with a smirk, fingers drumming against his thigh. Your eyes track his tongue darting over his lips with a little too much focus. "You’re free to finish the movie. Though, Sir doesn’t think that’s what you want right now, is it?”

You don’t bother to answer that question, instead sinking down to your knees while your hands slide up his thighs. He rumbles softly in approval, widening his legs even further and subtly lifting his hips in your direction. You tug on his waistband, but the hand on his thigh finding yours and lightly squeezing is just enough of a distraction that you jump back slightly when his cock springs free from his sweats.

He’s not wearing underwear again. Of course he fucking isn’t.

He’s hard, fully erect, and already leaking pre from his tip. On sighting said bead of pre, you absolutely do not whine softly and move forward to take him into your mouth before you stop yourself. You don’t. You were just adjusting your stance.

Murdock coos mockingly. “What’s wrong, Sweetheart? Are you that eager to choke on Sir's cock?"

You sputter aggressively and smack his thigh, that blush spreading out to your ears and down your neck while you take his cock in your hand. “Shut up. This is your fault. All of it.”

“Oh, I do believe it’s yours, sweet thing. You did that.” He motions to his erection. “The question is, what are you going to do about it?”

He knows exactly what the fuck you're going to do about it, because that's what you always do, and you hate that he's essentially trained you into a cum addiction.

With little hesitation, you lean forward again and take his cockhead into your mouth, sucking lightly as your tongue greedily laps up that bead of pre from his slit. The groan you earn from him with that action is almost worth the lead-up to it. 

Almost.

You spend the next minute just giving attention to his tip, tongue swirling about while you gently suck, using your hands to spread saliva along his length and gently working his cock. It absolutely isn’t so you can gently play with his balls and make him keep leaking pre into your mouth. The Killer is content to watch you for now, murmuring under his breath about how pretty you always look with his cock in your mouth.

Eventually, you begin to take his length further and further into your mouth, slowly bobbing and testing your own limits with how deep you can take him on your own. The deeper you take him, however, the sharper the sounds he makes, thighs shifting beside your head. He’s gonna get impatient with you soon.

Good.

On a particularly deep bob, you feel his fingers curl into your hair and his tip brush the back of your throat unexpectedly. You gag slightly and draw back enough to look at him, only to freeze when you fully grasp that look he’s giving you.

Murdock’s eyes are so dark that they appear black, his face slightly flushed. He grins when you make eye contact, voice that low, hungry rumble that always seems to drag you down. 

“Sweetheart, we both know you can take more than that. Sir taught you that much.”

You whine around his dick, and the vibration makes him curse softly, thrusting into your mouth. The heavy weight of his cock on your tongue, of being used like this, is doing something to you; something you’ve been craving for a while.

When you swallow around him as he hits the back of your throat again, he growls and keeps himself there for a few seconds longer than you can handle. Tears sting your eyes when he finally releases you again, trying to catch your breath as your hands work over his length. “Sir-”

“Shhh.” he chides you quietly, applying that familiar pressure to the back of your head which encourages you to take him back into your mouth. “Just relax and let Sir fuck that pretty little mouth like you want him to.”

Need. Need is the word he’s looking for.

So, you do.

You relax into his grip and let him use your mouth like a cocksleeve, sucking intermittently and running your tongue over the bottom of his shaft and tip when you can. The hold he has on your head is tight but not punishing, however, you do struggle a bit out of instinct when he holds you on his cock. He’s just so fucking big-

“Always a good little cockslut for me, aren’t you, little thing?” He’s adjusted himself to sit up properly now, burying your nose in the soft curls of his pubic hair as he speaks. You gag on his length again but can’t deny how his praise causes that coil of arousal to curl in your gut. “Always so good for me, such an obedient little toy.”

His thrusts are speeding up, you realize faintly. Of course, it’s hard to think with his dick mildly cutting off your oxygen supply at random intervals, but the taste of him more than makes up for it. You don’t need to think right now. You need to be used.

You start to actively move with him now, eyes rolling uselessly behind your lids as tears and saliva dribble down your chin. Pre hits your tongue again and you suck hard, forcing Murdock’s thrusts to stutter as he swears loudly. He doesn’t even have to direct you like this, you know exactly what to do.

“Fuck. Sir’s trained you so fucking well, and you take his cock so fucking perfectly-” If you had more awareness right now, you’d be touching yourself, desperately bringing yourself to orgasm at the exact moment he cums down your throat. You’ve always loved doing that, but only ever with permission. You need permission.

“Such lewd little sounds from this filthy little mouth-” Murdock’s thrusts are desperate now, growling above you as you fuck yourself onto his cock as much as he sinks into your mouth. It’s a messy, lewd affair, and you don’t think you’ve ever really been this turned on from facefucking. He is absolutely going to let you ride him after this. It’s not negotiable.

It’s when you hear his voice devolve into a gruff snarling that you know he’s reaching his end. You’ll be ashamed of how excited you are after the fact. Right now, it doesn't matter. You need his cum inside you, no matter how you get it.

“You’ve been so good for Sir, haven’t you, sweet thing? Such a good little fucktoy-” His thrusts stutter heavily, deep and punishing. “Good little fucktoys get rewards for behaving so well, don’t they?”

You look up to him blearily as you squeeze his thighs so hard, you’re sure there will be bruises there later. You can’t speak, so you plead with your gaze, your body; hell, even your mind.

Please, please- you’ve been so good, you need it-

“You want it? Then fucking take it-”

He stops altogether and groans hotly, low and long, choking you on his cock just long enough for that first rope of cum to hit the roof of your mouth. The desperate little noise you make when you finally get what you’ve been craving isn’t lost on him even through his own haze.

“God, that’s it, pretty little thing, take it all. Just for you, only for you-”

He continues to mutter over you as he comes down from his high, panting quietly and running his fingers through your hair.

“So fucking perfect.” Murdock growls your praises, easing his cock out of the mess he’s made of your mouth. Your head droops for a variety of reasons, but the most important of them right now is how fucking flustered you are. You should not be this turned on from goddamn facefucking-

“Come on, Sweetheart, look at me. You know what Sir wants to see.”

The gentle brush of his thumbs against your jaw is all the encouragement you need, eyes fluttering open. Your pupils are blown wide, dried tear streaks covered over by fresh ones streaking down your cheeks. Tilting your head back to not lose what you’d earned down your chin, you open your mouth and show him what he wants to see.

His cum, thick on your tongue, glistening on your puffy, swollen lips. What a lovely sight, indeed.

With an appreciative hum, he brushes his thumb against your lower lip and leans in. “There you are, lovely, all messy and owned. You know what to do, Sweetheart.”

You do, and you do so, swallowing his cum without hesitation. What flashes across his face can only be described as possession, but it’s gone as soon as he blinks. You are more preoccupied with how he’s kissing you now, dragging you up into his lap.

Looks like you won’t be finishing the movie tonight after all.

#murder bastard 🗡 #murdock x reader #my writing #sucktember2022 #ego sucktember #gn!reader #i will not apologize #i am making this your problem

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‘Ego’ Sucktember 2022 Day 1: Fingers

It's always about the potential.

‘Ego Sucktember’ - Most likely All Murdock Sucktember. I am SO normal about this man. Help.

Well fuck lmao this is longer than i intended. HIlskdfjsldfj damn it- I only wanted to write 250 words but this fucker got away from me.

Rating: NSFW MINORS DNI

AFAB!Reader/ Femme

Pairing: Murdock (ISWM) x afab!reader

Warnings: Risk/Breeding Kink, Cumstuffing, Petnames/use of 'girl', Mild Dubcon (He is infertile but it’s about the potential), Cum... eating? I think that’s the term. 

Length: 800 Words

The only sounds in the room are your own heavy pants, blood rushing in your ears as you try to catch your breath. Murdock rumbles above you somewhere out of sight; you don’t care to look for him, given that you are too tired to move.

He moves you in your stead, gently grabbing your thighs and practically bending you in half. The Killer mumbles something under his breath; you barely catch ‘fertile’ before you realize what he’s doing, and you squirm slightly with a flustered whine.

Murdock braces his forearm against the back of your knees, humming softly as he kisses your thigh. “It’s about the potential, pretty girl. Always the potential.”

The weak slap you deliver to his forearm only makes him chuckle. “You know you love me.”

The sensation of two thick fingers gently sinking inside your abused cunt makes you hiccup, trying to shift away again. The man tuts softly, hilting them to the knuckle and slowly swirling around your combined juices. Lewd squelching issues from between your thighs and you moan, hiding your face behind your arms.

Murdock lightly bites your thigh then, curling his fingers into that spot that makes you see stars and relishing in the warbling little sob you make for him. “We’re gonna give it the best chance possible to take, sweet girl, you know that.”

You whine loudly, clenching unintentionally around his fingers and making him chuckle softly at your reactions. He peeks over your knees at you, that smug, hungry smile gracing his lips. “What’s wrong, fertile little thing? You knew exactly what you were getting yourself into.”

Usually, you’d have a biting remark for the smug bastard and his stupid bullshit dick magic, but another quirk of his fingers makes your back arch, choking out a curse. You expect him to keep this up until your cum on his fingers again, but the man finally relents and eases those accursed digits back out. You are only slightly disappointed by this.

“Look at me, Sweetheart.” You don’t realize that you’d closed your eyes until he speaks, looking back at him. Murdock has moved higher up so you can see him properly, still holding your legs with his forearm. His other hand hovers by his face, fingers glistening faintly in the low light.

You flush considerably, making a strangled little noise when you realize that his whole hand is soaked with that mess. That shouldn’t be hot, damn it-

Murdock holds your gaze as he brings his first finger to his mouth, tongue sliding up the soaked digit. When the muscle reaches the apex, he sinks the whole thing into his mouth with a hot groan, sucking the mess off with a messy slurp. He then repeats the same action with his pinky and thumb, and you find your breathing picking up with each one.

Fuck this stupid, sinful motherfucker and his goddamn sex appeal.

The man finally stops, leaving the last two still coated in your combined orgasms; the same two he was just fingering you with. You lick your lips subconsciously, only realizing what you did after the fact when he grins like a shark.

“It’d be mean of Sir to keep such a sweet treat to himself, wouldn’t it?”

He fucking looms over you, cockhead teasing your folds as he languidly brings those fingers to your lips. You don’t open your mouth immediately for him, clamping your lips shut out of principle. He huffs softly and smears the fluid over your lips, but you still don’t relent.

You don’t notice the look in his eyes, the way his grin sharpens until it’s too late and his cockhead sinking into you again. Your poor cunt is so sensitive that the sensation makes you gasp aloud, arching upwards. Murdock takes full advantage of your open mouth and plunges his fingers inside, smearing the slick over your tongue.

You shouldn’t make the sound you do, eyes rolling back slightly as your lips close over the digits and sucking noisily. The Killer curses softly under his breath as he sinks deeper, lightly fucking your mouth with his fingers while he seats himself fully back inside you. 

“There’s my good girl, stuffed and bred like she deserves to be. Tastes good, doesn’t it, Sweetheart?”

You moan uselessly around his fingers, hands gripping his forearm so he doesn’t pull away. He groans again, leaning in to watch you. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

When you feel like you’ve cleaned his fingers, you try to lick the mess off his palm, but Murdock has other plans. Your whine at the loss of his fingers is muffled by his mouth; he kisses you instead, tongue quickly delving inside and mingling with your own. It’s intense and messy, tongues sliding and teeth clicking with the overwhelming taste of you both passing between you.

He won’t be leaving you for a while. You did say you liked a little risk, didn’t you? Just as much as you love this taste.

#murder bastard 🗡 #murdock x reader #afab!reader #I will not apologize for any of this #my writing #ego sucktember #sucktember2022

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as per usual. thinking about murdock. but this time after a messy kill, y/n finding him with the corpse still fresh and trying to leave, only to have murdock pin them to a wall and leave bloody handprints all over their face and clothing -hunter murdock anon

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It's not your subtle gasp of horror that keys him in on your presence, but more the subtle way the air pressure in the room changes with your entrance. Murdock doesn't turn to you, letting you creep further in and take in the spectacle he's made of his most recent victim.

The killer wonders what you're thinking as he arranges the body into his preferred position, severed left hand clasped around their severed tongue and placed over the heart while a manila folder filled to the brim with their 'crimes' is held in the right. He can only imagine the fear on your face, and that idea sends a thread of arousal through his veins, forcing him to bite his cheek when he hears you swallow audibly.

He grins to himself. It's cute how you try to sneak into the room, avoiding the hardwood floors in favor of the carpet. It's adorable how you think you're getting the jump on him, though for what reason you're lingering and not running like a rational person has him very intrigued.

Murdock tugs the scalpel from his boot, lifting up the victim's shirt and expertly carving his callsign into their flesh, humming nonchalantly to himself while he listens to your unsteady inhale, choking down a whine.

'Figured it out now, haven't you, Sweetheart?'

"You know..." he drawls, slowly turning his head and gazing at you from the corner of his eye, "... it's rude to sneak up on someone when they're doing something private."

The color drains from your face and you freeze, looking everything like a deer in headlights. Murdock tucks the scalpel back into his boot, pining you in place with a twisted rendition of your smile while slowly straightening up to his full height and turning to face you.

"I'd almost say that you wanted to get caught."

That is what breaks the horrified glamour over you and you bolt, sprinting back in the direction you came. Murdock can't help but growl in excitement, the heavy thunder of his boots only serving to make you shriek and move even faster.

You don't make it to the door before a large, bloodstained glove wraps around your arm, dragging you back into a broad, strong chest. Your fighting proves futile as Murdock easily maneuvers you against the wall, pinning your hands above your head with one hand while the other forces you to look at him, pressing you into the wall with his body.

He leans in, and this close, you can clearly see the wild bloodlust in his eyes, the way blood splatters up his cheek and flecks across the lenses of his glasses. It's equal parts terrifying and something else that you refuse to acknowledge at this moment.

The still-warm blood on his gloves is sticky and disgusting, making you cringe as his breath fans over your face and absolutely not cause confusing flutters in your stomach that you don't want to think about. He groans in a strange way when a few tears finally slip down your face, licking his lips while tracing your cheek with his thumb and marveling at how lovely you look in crimson.

"Pretty thing... you've got a secret now, don't you? Let's see if you can keep it."

#murder bastard 🗡 #tw gore #tw knife #tw blood #my writing #hunter murdock anon #nasty man hours #I don't usually go this hard with his ass on tumblr but yknow #murdock deserves to be nasty and awful #iswm murdock #tw suggestive #i speaketh

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'Ego' Sucktember 2022 Day 11: Lollipop

Temptation of the depraved is not temptation at all.

PROBLEM. Nasty Man. Jerks off in your presence without your knowledge. That is all.

Rating: NSFW MINORS DNI

AFAB!Reader

Pairing: Murdock (ISWM) x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: Uhhh. Dubcon. Obsession/Possessive behavior. Voyeurism? Exhibitionism. Public masturbation. Fantasizing. Nasty man. Petnames/'girl'.

Word Count: 1600+

You sit on the couch, engrossed in whatever it is you do on that computer of yours. He’s not gone so far as to snoop into that yet, given that he wants you to have some semblance of privacy.

It’s not anything he doesn’t know already.

What has his attention away from his strategizing– work planning– is once again you.

Specifically the grape-flavored lollipop you popped into your mouth a few minutes ago.

He’d come into the living room when he noticed you out here this morning– spending idle time in the common areas instead of holed up in your room, a sign that you’re used to your new surroundings, used to him in your space– and decided to work at the kitchen table to watch you spend time with you.

Everything was fine, his body hadn’t even responded yet, until he heard the soft crinkle of a candy wrapper, looking up to spy you sliding the fucking thing into your mouth.

Well, there goes him getting anything worthwhile done for the next few hours.

You’re always so goddamn distracting, in his head on his hunts, while he tries to sleep. This is what he wanted when he offered you the apartment over his workshop those few months ago– your ‘relationship’ progressing as he needs it to, but good God-

He’s got his shades on so it’s not dangerous for him to stare, and stare he does, head tilted down so it looks like he’s still on his computer. You have his rapt attention, the man practically drinking in how your tongue laps at the sucker, sliding it back into your mouth, passing it between your cheeks every so often, then drawing it back out to lathe against the flat muscle.

Murdock never thought he could be jealous of a goddamn Tootsie Roll Pop-

Not surprisingly, his body responded almost immediately upon sighting you doing this, and his erection has only gotten worse, throbbing and uncomfortably cramped in his jeans. After about 10 minutes of this, he decides enough is enough, adjusting himself as inconspicuously as he can to grind his palm into his crotch for some sort of relief.

Very quickly he realizes that it’s not enough.

Would you notice?

You are deliciously unaware of his depravity, headphones in your ears, and drawn into whatever little show you’re watching. He’s at enough of an angle that you can’t see him in your periphery. The windows don’t have a reflection to let you see him. The tablecloth hides his lower half from you.

It’s a risk he’s willing to take. Besides, why shouldn’t he? You caused this, after all.

As quietly as he can, Murdock unfastens his pants- metal clasps instead of a button, easier access- and subtly adjusts himself enough to remove his cock from their confines. The cool air is a balm against his heated skin, making him hiss softly under his breath. Two fingers spread the already liberal bead of pre collecting on his tip over his cockhead, using it as a lubricant. Murdock’s not so much trying to get on with it as he is teasing himself, content to watch you and ease his fingers around his tip in a semblance of what your mouth is doing.

It’s silly for you to waste your time with things like those shitty little toys of yours, that sucker. He can tell you have an oral fixation with what all you preoccupy your mouth with. Gum, candy, ice, pens, your own fucking lower lip sometimes. He could very easily satisfy your cravings with something a bit more substantial, fill you like you crave, like you deserve.

That hand comes up, taking a drink of his water and collecting as much of the condensation on his glass as possible, even dipping a non-contaminated finger into the liquid. He can’t very well spit into his hand without risking you seeing and getting suspicious, so this will have to do for now.

And do it does, giving him enough to at least start, gliding his fingers over his shaft in at a lazy pace, leaning his head on his arm so the motion is less noticeable. You haven’t even glanced at him in the last 20 minutes, all your attention on that movie. He watches your expressions shift and wonders what you’ll think when you see him for the first time. That surprise, maybe– or perhaps that excitement, biting your lip like you are right now, lollipop forgotten in your hand.

God, what he’d do for that to be him.

Perhaps you’d sink to your knees before him, hands gently sliding up his thighs as you take in the sight. Your teeth would worry at your lip, eyes wordlessly asking permission. 

You don’t need permission, pretty thing, this is your cock, now.

You’d start with the tip, obviously, or perhaps drag your tongue up the base of his shaft beforehand to tease yourself, to taste him. He’d groan when you take his tip into your mouth, gently sucking, gently rolling his piercings against his shaft with your tongue. They’re sensitive, you know?

You’d struggle to take more than half his cock into your mouth, he knows that much. You gag on your toothbrush sometimes, poor thing. He’ll just have to train you.

Of course, not without a few sessions of choking on his cock, pretty little face flushed and tear-striken, spit oozing down your chin-

As you’d start to bob your head, you’d apply gentle suction to him, using your tongue to tease his slit and letting your spit coat his shaft. That’s a good job, Sweetheart, getting Sir’s cock nice and wet for you. He’ll have to eat you out again, make sure that little cunt is nice and ready for when he-

You shift suddenly on the couch, and the motion is enough to bring him out of his little fantasy. He’s forced to stop, the burn of arousal in his gut and throb of his cock a protest against it. You’re only up for a moment to refill your drink and swipe another sucker from your candy dish, given that you finished the other.

Good, let’s not deprive him of his little show, hm?

When he feels safe to continue, Murdock is more focused on chasing his high now than teasing himself. The risk, the thrill of getting caught quickens his hand, lightly biting the heel of his free hand as his thighs twitch.

He wonders if you’d touch yourself as you sucked him off, sank those deft little fingers into your cunt, and curled them in time with your bobbing. Would you edge yourself? Would you try to mimic his prowess, make yourself squirt while he cums down your throat? God, he’d love to see that, your pleasure coating your thighs as he chokes you on his cock-

He coughs quietly, trying to mask a moan when he realizes he’s close, thighs jumping, one leg bouncing rapidly from the pressure. You’re licking the damn sucker again, each slide going straight to his dick. He’s almost lightheaded from the sight, from the raw want edging him closer.

You’re under his goddamn skin. You plague every fiber of his being, while you sit over there, none the wiser to it all. At least to what he understands.

Perhaps its time for some quid pro quo.

All it takes is you sucking the fucking thing back into your mouth– sucking, the light clack of hard candy against teeth he wants to feel just lightly scrape his shaft– to send him over the edge. 

He groans weakly, quietly, curling over the table and cupping a napkin he’d thankfully grabbed to catch his release. The shocks of pleasure lancing up his spine make his leg muscles clench, his body twitching every so often, squirming in the seat while trying to stay still and resting his forehead on the table. Murdock has to resist the urge to edge himself, cock pulsing in his hand as he pants, mind swimming.

Such a waste when he could be spending himself deep inside you-

“Hey-” Your voice cuts through his post-orgasm haze like a knife, making the man jerk up and look at you.

Fuck, he probably looks flustered as all hell right now-

"Are… you okay, Murdock?” you ask, gazing at him with concern written across your face. Concern for him. Oh, you sweet creature.

“Yeah, I-” he clears his throat weakly, nodding his head at his computer, “- I just fucked up on some work. ‘m feelin’ a migraine start to come on, I think.”

You frown, sympathy etched across your face as you shift about to face him. His heart lurches in a weird, warm way at that. Sweet girl, you needn’t tempt him like this.

“Do you want me to cook tonight? I could always order takeout so we don’t have to worry about it.”

Your smile twitches to life across his lips as he lays his head across his arm, hand crumpling up the napkin to hide it. Always so good to him, so domestic sometimes. Is it any wonder he fell for you?

“Anything but Chinese, please. I had that for lunch yesterday and it didn’t sit well with me.”

You smile softly and stand up from the couch, phone in hand. You know exactly what he’d like tonight and you wander off into the back office to find the menus.

With you gone, he quickly cleans himself off and places himself back in his pants, making sure that nothing hit the floor or even worse, the underside of the table. As he rushes to the sink to wash his hands and hide the evidence of his depravity, a thought occurs to him.

He’s noticed that his loads seem to be bigger now, because of you. Perhaps it’s that he wants to provide for you.

Sweet little creature, you deserve it, after all.

Just like he deserves all of you.

And he'll have it.

#murder bastard 🗡 #murdock x reader #murderplier x reader #afab!reader #ego sucktember #sucktember2022 #Im just making him a nasty bastard huh? #just a stinky little man #even though he’s almost 6'6- #lmao fuck im normal about it #mhhmgnmg #tw obsessive behavior #tw possessive behavior #tw dubcon #tw stalking mention #tw voyeurism #my writing