━Notes: Requested by the wonderful @kevinzhechaircreations Please check out their art it's great! Also this is a trans masc reader that uses he/they pronouns!
━Song: "Mellohi" By C418
Your first thought when meeting them had been, if these boys didn't kill me first I would do it myself.
I mean, can you really blame yourself? Upon meeting your soon to be partners, the suave Murdock and scrappy Yancy, they both had been loudly discussing murder in the midst of your headache. That was enough to make you wish you were dead, especially at a time this early in the morning without your trusty coffee.
"Ayyyy (Y/n)! Jus' tha man I wanted to sees!" Yancy had called out from his mailbox, another tall figure oposite to him in a trench coat leaning on it curiously.
They both looked much fresher than you. A hint of stubble surrounded both of their jaws and their faces were set in a small smile, but beyond that the similarities stopped. While Yancy was wearing a tight t-shirt with simple jean pants, the other man has on a blood red turtleneck covered with a dark jacket.
To your knowledge, your new neighboor Yancy was out on parole from the nearby prison. Something that should have put you on edge, but didn't. He seemed harmless enough. Maybe a bit buff, but more of a himbo than anything.
The man next to him though- Murdock you believed? It was hard to keep track of his name seeing as you had never heard of the guy before Yancy. And in a small town like this that was rare. Almost as if he was a shadow -put you on edge more than a former convict ever could. Yet somehow he still was appealing to you.
Appealing enough to trudge over cautiously in your tattered bunny slippers.
Turned out sweet sweet Yancy had called you over to ask you your personal opinions on beheading verses a good ol fashioned stabbing. Slightly baffled and concerned, you had slowly stated your thoughts on it, feeling a flush rise to your cheeks as they both stared at you without falter throughout it.
"Wows! Youse are pretty smart bud!" Yancy has said with a smile, reaching over to ruffle your hair. You resisted the urge to lean up into his hand, realizing with a fast beating heart that that would be rather un-professional of you.
"Yes. His opinion is quite advanced for someone so unexperienced in my field."
Murdock simply smirked as you went a little red at his words, swatting Yancys hand away as politely as you could. You and your embarrassed state managed to miss the fact where Murdock practically admitted what he did for a living. But perhaps that was best to save for later.
"Yknow (Y/n)-" Yancy had begun, kicking the dust below his feet slightly. "-me and Mur here have been wondering if youse would want ta come over for somes dinner tonight." He spoke with a proud smile. From next to him Murdock pushed himself off the mail box slightly, nodding with a coy smile to solidify Yancys statement.
"It's okay dear." He laughed noticing your conflicted expression. "We're simply inviting a neighbor over for some soup."
"And besides-"
They both shared a look, eyes twinkling with a giddy energy.
"We don't bite."
Don't worry (Y/n) didn't get murdered or anything. He just got vv flustered that night and ended up dating two very seggc and very goofy men. And I realized this was slightly spicy but I swear this time it was on accident fjsfjsjnf.
Hope this was good enough! Tagging my partner too bc Yancy @rcmqnticism
Summary- This date was turning out to be one of the weirdest ones you'd been on. You had thought it'd at least make a good story for later but...
Tag List- @cookielover0001010 , @swag-droid , @watchoutforfrostbite
Warnings- offscreen death, unnamed character death
You were beginning to think you'd been catfished.
Not only did the man across from you Not look like the photos you saw online, he didn't act the same either. This guy carried himself way more confidently than you got on first impression. Then again, it was just texting over a dating app so you could have had it wrong.
"So, what do you do?" You asked just as your food arrived.
The smile was needle sharp and despite the bustling, lively restaurant, it put you on edge.
"Oh I'm an artist. Nothing noteworthy enough to make it mainstream but I've got my own loyal following, you could say."
"Yeah?" You tried to push past the anxiety anyways. "What kind of art?"
"Sculpture. And anatomy."
He took a long, careful sip of his wine. You thought he definitely looked the part of an artist. Black and dark red suit, perfect hair and dark sunglasses. Well, maybe an eccentric one. Deft fingers plucked a steak knife from the table as he studied his plate.
"What I'm more interested in is you," he points the knife your way before spinning it around in his fingers and cutting into his steak, "tell me everything."
"Oh, well," you were put off by the sudden change in topic, "I'm not all that interesting, really…"
His steak was very rare.
"Nonsense. Everyone has a story." He took a bite, taking a few thoughtful moments to chew. Despite the dark glasses hiding his eyes, you could somehow tell they were picking you apart.
"Everything alright?" He asks, smiling slightly.
You tensed, realizing that you hadn't said anything
"Sorry, just, saying to get prepared for a real mediocre tale," you tried to lighten the mood.
As you talked about yourself, the man across from you watched with rapt attention. He didn't even look away from you to cut his steak. You saw your own anxious eyes reflected back at you in his glasses. He didn't respond much. Just cut his steak into bite sized pieces and chewed.
You talked about your job. His knife scraped against the plate. He chewed thoughtfully.
You talked about your hobbies and interests. Scrape went the knife. He chewed longer this time.
You talked about where you grew up and your family. Scrape. Bite. Chew.
Finally the awkwardness started to get to you. The noise of the other diners wasn't enough to make up for the void that was sitting across from you. As you opened your mouth to ask him a question, anything to get more of a conversation, he spoke.
"Is it not good?"
"Huh?"
He lazily points his knife towards your plate with a smile. You'd hardly touched your food.
"No, no, it's- it's as good as always," you tried to keep under wraps how off putting this date was turning out to be. "How about yours?"
He hums and dabs at his mouth with the napkin. "Spectacular. I'll have to remember this place for next time, right?"
"R-right," you didn't know how to politely tell him there wouldn't be a next time.
With a smile, he leans onto the table a bit more. "I do have one question though… what exactly are you looking for tonight?"
Did he mean…? You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. "Well I mean- I don't know yet it's- not anything casual but- bit early to tell right?"
The man tilted his head slightly, bemused. "Right… I suppose so."
Just as he went to continue, you heard a phone ringing. From the annoyed look on his face you could tell it wasn't a welcome call. Your date silenced it immediately, setting it back on the table and getting back to the conversation.
"Anyway-"
Only for it to ring again.
Anger plain on his face, he checked the phone again and sighed. It was odd. You watched him almost drop the annoyance and anger like a mask.
"I'm terribly sorry but something seems to have come up. I'll call you next time, okay?"
You nod, having no intention of answering, "Right. Is everything okay?"
"Oh, only a small issue, don't worry," he sets a rather impressive stack of bills on the table considering the price of the meal. "Have a lovely night, darling."
With that the oddest date you've ever been on walked out of the restaurant without another word.
And that was the end of it.
You didn't think much of the date beyond a weird story to tell friends. Another odd adventure with online dating and all. He never did call or message you. You certainly weren't going to message him. In time you'd almost forgotten about that fateful night.
Almost.
Because you'd happened to see a news story. One of a body found in the back of an alleyway not far from the restaurant. The picture on the screen was the exact same one your date had had on his profile.
It didn't take long for the police to turn up and question you. On the surface it was just because you'd had the last known contact with him. Then it was all about that date.
His phone, wallet and keys were never found.
The thought that made your stomach turn was the apparent time of death. The detective had told you that your date had been dead for an hour before your meeting time. You still had messages from him after that.
Or at least from who you thought was him.
The thing that got to you the most, though this was just rumors, was how the body was found. Despite the blood and the decomposition, the corpse was posed very deliberately.
Almost like he was meant to be a statue in a museum.
Rating: SFW (no smut in this part, but read tw's just in case!)
Word count: 800+
TW: Knifeplay, blood
MASTERLIST - AO3 - TWO (F!READER) - TWO (M!READER)
Adrenaline.
Pure, unadulterated adrenaline.
You can feel it flooding your body, pumping through each and every vein.
A high-pitched whine is forced from deep in your throat by the sharp pinch of cold metal gliding across your skin. Blood blooms in tiny beads in the knife’s wake, the sight of the dark crimson making your head feel fuzzy.
This wasn’t exactly how you’d imagined your night going, not that you were complaining.
. . .
It was late, maybe 10 pm. You’d turned the fireplace on and curled up on the couch with a good book and a warm blanket, content to spend the next few hours feeling as cozy as possible.
Murdock had left on a hunt a few days ago, pressing a kiss to your cheek and telling you he’d be home once the coast was clear. This is why, when the front door slams open at a quarter to midnight, you shriek, clutching your book to your chest and staring wide-eyed at the man standing in the entryway, covered in blood.
Now, Murdock usually finds somewhere inconspicuous to change clothes and wash off any evidence of his crimes before he makes his way home. You don’t know what he does with all the evidence, and you don’t care to. He’d promised to leave his…hobby at the door when he came home, and he’d stuck to that promise.
Until now.
Your face pales and you shoot up, crossing the room. “Murdock, what-”
Before you can finish your question, you’re shoved back into the wall. Murdock ducks down close, wrapping one arm around your waist to pull you against him and using his free hand to cradle the side of your face. The blood on his gloved hands is mostly dry, but you can still feel some of it transfer onto your skin, and fuck that shouldn’t get you as hot as it does.
“Murdock-”
Your attempt to speak is again silenced as he claims your lips in a brutal kiss, forcing his tongue into your mouth and pushing his knee between your legs. Moaning into his mouth, you can’t help but press into his chest, forcing your hips down against his thigh.
“I need you,” he whispers against your lips, “now.”
He makes quick work of your shirt, tugging it up and off your body, throwing it carelessly over his shoulder. Murdock cups your chest in his gloved hands, rubbing his thumbs over your nipples. The smooth leather feels good against your heated skin and you press your head back into the wall, arching your back to push your chest further into his hands.
“So beautiful.” Murdock ducks down, taking one of your nipples into the heat of his mouth.
You let out a small cry, burying a hand in his hair to keep him pressed against you. He swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud, scraping his teeth over it. Instinctively, you buck your hips up, creating beautiful friction against his thigh that sends pleasure zipping up your spine.
“You’re so ready for it, aren’t you, petal? And I’ve barely even touched you.”
“Sh-Shut up.” You try to scowl at him, but you’re sure it looks weak.
“You know I love it, now hold onto me, baby.”
You wrap your arms around his neck and Murdock hoists you up into his arms. He turns and carries you to the bedroom, stopping briefly to push you up against the wall beside the door and kiss the air out of your lungs.
Once in your room, Murdock drops you onto the bed and looks you over with dark eyes. He makes quick work of his jacket, letting it fall to the floor and shucking off his boots before climbing onto the bed.
He’s ravenous by now, squeezing and massaging every inch of skin he can reach, pressing kisses to your neck and chest. You moan at the attention and squirm helplessly beneath him.
“M-Murdock,” you whimper.
A low sound, close to a growl, comes from deep in his throat, and his nips at your neck edge just towards the side of being painful. “What was that, petal?”
A moan escapes your lips. “Daddy.”
“*That’s better*.”
“What’s gotten into you, tonight? What happened while you were gone?”
Murdock rests a hand loosely over your mouth, giving you the space to push it away if you need to. He leans down to press his lips against your ear.
“I want you, petal. I want all of you. Always.”
“You already have me.” You say softly, voice muffled behind his hand.
“Not all of you, not yet. But I’m going to fix that tonight. I want the whole world to know without a shadow of a doubt who you belong to. I want people to know the minute they lay eyes on you, on what's mine.”
Pushing his hand off your mouth, you look up at him curiously. “B-Baby, what do you mean?”
“I want to mark you, petal. I want to mark you permanently.”
TW: knifeplay, bloodplay, scarification, possessive behavior, unsafe sex, naked reader clothed Murdock, pet names (petal, sweet thing, little thing, darling), afab reader but no pronouns or gendered words
MASTERLIST - AO3 - PART ONE - M!READER VERSION
After his declaration, Murdock makes quick work of the rest of your clothes, yanking off your pants and underwear. You’re wet already, slick making your cunt and the inside of your thighs shine.
Murdock licks his lips, strong hands pushing your legs further apart allowing him the room to settle between them on his knees.
“Look at you, little thing, always so ready for Daddy. Did you miss me while I was gone?”
You open your mouth to answer but a leather-clad finger swipes through your folds, catching on your clit and forcing a moan from your lips.
“Always miss you when you’re gone.” You whimper.
“I know you do, petal. Daddy barely thinks about anything else while he’s away. It can be so hard to focus on the hunt sometimes, thinking about you and this sweet little cunt of yours, how good it will feel when I can sink into you again.”
As soon as he says the words, his finger presses into you slowly, the leather of his gloves adding special friction. Murdock watches how your eyes squeeze shut and your chest heaves with the deep breath you suck between your teeth.
Even through the glove, he can feel how hot you are and it makes his cock twitch in his pants at the thought of how good you’re going to feel wrapped around him.
But not yet.
No, he has other plans for you first.
“Daddy,” you whine, “please, more.”
“So good, petal, asking Daddy for what you need.” Murdock sinks a second finger inside you, crooking them just so as to force the air from your lungs. “Are you going to keep being good for me? Will you let Daddy mark you the way he wants to?”
You fist your hands in the sheets, grinding down against his fingers with short rocks of your hips. “I don’t - fuck - I don’t understand.”
“It’s alright, darling, Daddy knows how muddled your head gets when he starts playing with you like this.”
He adds a third finger beside the two already inside you, his thumb slipping up through your wet folds to stroke slow circles over your clit. Your hips buck up of their own accord and he lets you grind into him, chasing your pleasure the best you can.
“I want you to have my mark, petal, but something a little more permanent than a hickey or a bite. How does that sound? A mark to show that you belong to Daddy, to show anyone that looks at you that you’re mine .”
“Yes, yes, fuck, I want it, please.” You mewl helplessly, arching your back and rolling your hips in an attempt to get his fingers to sink deeper inside you.
“I knew you would, darling. You’ve always belonged to me, but now it’s time you had something to prove it. I’m thinking-”
His free hand glides up your thigh and over your stomach, fingers catching on one of your nipples before stopping at a patch of smooth skin just below your collarbones. His leather-clad fingers trace circles over it, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“-right here. My initials will look so good, just barely peaking out above the collar of your shirt. Daddy can pull your shirt down and see his mark whenever he wants, trace his tongue over the letters, and know that you’re mine forever.”
Murdock leans down, pressing his lips to the spot. The tip of his tongue teases over your skin and you moan his name, reaching up to grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer.
“Please, please.”
“Easy, little thing. Don’t worry, Daddy’s going to give you what you need.”
With the hand not inside you, Murdock opens his belt and shoves his pants down just enough to pull out his cock. He sits back on his heels and strokes himself slowly, watching the way you squirm beneath him.
His fingers curl, brushing that sweet spot inside you. Murdock knows precisely how to work you over, to get you right on the edge in such a short amount of time. You’d hate how well he knows your body if it didn’t feel so fucking good.
“Murdock, please!”
“What is it, petal? Do you want to cum?”
“N-Not yet, please, I want you, I want your cock.”
“Oh sweet thing, don’t worry. Daddy knows what you need.”
He pulls his fingers out of you, much to your dismay, smearing the wetness on them over his cock. Murdock shuffles closer, guiding the head of his cock to your entrance. He pushes it barely inside you, stretching you open, before pulling back out and repeating the motion.
Tears sting at the corner of your eyes as frustration bubbles up inside you. Your hands white knuckle the sheets and you sob, rolling your hips up towards him.
“Please, please !”
Murdock pushes in all the way to the hilt in one fluid motion, forcing a moan from both of you. He stills between your legs, hips flush against yours, gloved hands holding your waist in a vice grip.
“So fucking good.” He snarls through gritted teeth. “You’d think after how many times I’ve fucked you, petal, you wouldn’t be so goddamn tight .”
You whine at the feeling of emptiness as his hips pull back until he’s barely kept inside you, but you don’t have to mourn the loss for long before he’s thrusting back in with enough force to push you up the bed. Wrapping your legs tight around his waist, urging him as deep as he can possibly go, you reach up and dig your nails into his back, desperate for something to keep you grounded.
“That’s it, darling, you don’t need to think about anything other than how good Daddy’s making you feel. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to take my cock, made to be fucked over and over and over again.”
Murdock speeds up the pace of his hips, pistoning in and out of you. One of his hands leaves its place at your waist to slip between the two of you, his fingers sliding through your folds and resting over your clit. He rubs your sensitive nub in quick, tight circles, sending jolts of pleasure racing up your spine.
You’re getting so close already, body and mind overcome with the pleasure of being touched and fucked open, but it’s not enough. You need more. You need him, all of him. You need his mark .
“Murdock, Daddy, please.” You tug his free hand off your waist and bring it up to the spot he’d claimed earlier, looking up at him with wide, desperate eyes. “ Please .”
The man above you smiles with a dark look in his eyes, slowing the pace of his hips and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “There’s no going back from this, petal, you understand? You get my mark and you’ll be mine forever .”
You reach for the knife holstered on his thigh, bringing it up and holding it between the two of you. “I already am.”
Murdock takes it from you with a dark chuckle. He turns it over in his hands, admiring the way the blade catches the light. His cock twitches inside you and he gives a short roll of his hips, forcing the air from your lungs.
“Take a deep breath for me, petal. Just relax. I’ve got you .”
Adrenaline.
Pure, unadulterated adrenaline.
You can feel it flooding your body, pumping through each and every vein.
A high-pitched whine is forced from deep in your throat by the sharp pinch of cold metal gliding across your skin. Blood blooms in tiny beads in the knife’s wake, the sight of the dark crimson making your head feel fuzzy.
Murdock works quickly and efficiently, dragging the knife over you with practiced precision. He continues to grind into you, his pubic bone dragging against your clit and sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.
“That’s it,” he coos, “doing so well for me, petal.”
You squeeze your eyes shut against the sting of tears, fisting the sheets and fighting back the urge to roll your hips against him, knowing how important it is you keep still while he does this.
Time seems to drag on at a snail's pace as one line turns to two then three and so on. Despite the pain of it, or perhaps because of it, pleasure washes over you, setting every nerve ending on fire. You’re simultaneously aware of every single move he makes with the knife over your skin while also feeling like you’re floating miles away, lost in an ocean of warmth. It isn’t until the initial pain has stopped, when the blade is no longer touching your skin that you begin to come back down to the present moment.
Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Murdock slots the knife back into the holster at his thigh, dark eyes glued to his handiwork.
“So perfect,” he whispers in reverence, “it looks even better than I thought it would.”
You tilt your head down, eyes falling on his initials carved right under your collarbones. Something passionate and primal rips through you, forcing a moan from your lips. You throw your head back, suddenly dizzy with lust and a flurry of emotions.
“I knew you’d like it, petal.”
Murdock ducks down, lapping up the blood dripping down your chest and laving his tongue over the mark. At the same time, he begins to thrust his hips in and out of you again. His pace is much faster now, and he’s suddenly delirious with the taste of your blood on his tongue.
“That’s it, petal. You’re mine and no one can ever doubt it. Mine forever .”
A particularly well-aimed thrust of his hips has the head of Murdock’s cock hitting that sweet spot inside you and you’re suddenly hurdling towards your orgasm.
“Daddy, Daddy, I’m gonna-”
“Are you going to cum, sweet thing? Are you going to cum for Daddy?” One of his hands reaches down to your clit, rubbing it harshly. “Go on, cum for me. Cum on Daddy’s cock. Now .”
You cum with a cry of his name, clamping down around him. Murdock curses in your ear, rutting against you until he finishes with a long moan. A wave of warmth washes over you as he fills you and you whine from overstimulation as he continues to fuck you with slow, shallow thrusts.
Murdock finally stills, pulling out of you slowly and flopping down onto the bed. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest, running a hand up and down your back and pressing a gentle kiss to the mark on your chest.
“You did so well for me, petal.”
As exhaustion begins to set in, you hum happily, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. The last thing you hear as sleep takes you is Murdock’s voice whispering quietly in your ear.
“You were made for me, darling, and now you’re mine. Forever.”
TW: knifeplay, bloodplay, scarification, possessive behavior, unsafe sex, naked reader clothed Murdock, pet names (petal, sweet thing, little thing, darling), amab reader but no pronouns or gendered words
MASTERLIST - AO3 - PART ONE - F!READER VERSION
After his declaration, Murdock makes quick work of the rest of your clothes, yanking off your pants and underwear. You’re hard already, precum leaking from the head of your cock and dripping down the shaft.
Murdock licks his lips, strong hands pushing your legs further apart allowing him the room to settle between them on his knees.
“Look at you, little thing, always so ready for Daddy. Did you miss me while I was gone?”
You open your mouth to answer but a lube-covered finger, when had he had time to do that, presses against your entrance and forces a moan from your lips.
“Always miss you when you’re gone.” You whimper.
“I know you do, petal. Daddy barely thinks about anything else while he’s away. It can be so hard to focus on the hunt sometimes, thinking about you and this sweet little body of yours, how good it will feel when I can sink into you again.”
As soon as he says the words, his finger presses into you slowly, the leather of his gloves adding special friction. Murdock watches how your eyes squeeze shut and your chest heaves with the deep breath you suck between your teeth.
Even through the glove, he can feel how hot you are and it makes his cock twitch in his pants at the thought of how good you’re going to feel wrapped around him.
But not yet.
No, he has other plans for you first.
“Daddy,” you whine, “please, more.”
“So good, petal, asking Daddy for what you need.” Murdock sinks a second finger inside you, crooking them just so as to force the air from your lungs. “Are you going to keep being good for me? Will you let Daddy mark you the way he wants to?”
You fist your hands in the sheets, grinding down against his fingers with short rocks of your hips. “I don’t - fuck - I don’t understand.”
“It’s alright, darling, Daddy knows how muddled your head gets when he starts playing with you like this.”
He adds a third finger beside the two already inside you, his free hand wrapping around your cock and stroking over the head slowly. Your hips buck up of their own accord and he lets you grind into him, chasing your pleasure the best you can.
“I want you to have my mark, petal, but something a little more permanent than a hickey or a bite. How does that sound? A mark to show that you belong to Daddy, to show anyone that looks at you that you’re mine .”
“Yes, yes, fuck, I want it, please.” You mewl helplessly, arching your back and rolling your hips in an attempt to get his fingers to sink deeper inside you.
“I knew you would, darling. You’ve always belonged to me, but now it’s time you had something to prove it. I’m thinking-”
His hand leaves your cock and glides over your stomach, fingers catching on one of your nipples before stopping at a patch of smooth skin just below your collarbones. His leather-clad fingers trace circles over it, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
“-right here. My initials will look so good, just barely peaking out above the collar of your shirt. Daddy can pull your shirt down and see his mark whenever he wants, trace his tongue over the letters, and know that you’re mine forever.”
Murdock leans down, pressing his lips to the spot. The tip of his tongue teases over your skin and you moan his name, reaching up to grab the front of his shirt and pull him closer.
“Please, please.”
“Easy, little thing. Don’t worry, Daddy’s going to give you what you need.”
With the hand not inside you, Murdock opens his belt and shoves his pants down just enough to pull out his cock. He sits back on his heels and strokes himself slowly, watching the way you squirm beneath him.
His fingers curl, brushing that sweet spot inside you. Murdock knows precisely how to work you over, to get you right on the edge in such a short amount of time. You’d hate how well he knows your body if it didn’t feel so fucking good.
“Murdock, please!”
“What is it, petal? Do you want to cum?”
“N-Not yet, please, I want you, I want your cock.”
“Oh sweet thing, don’t worry. Daddy knows what you need.”
He pulls his fingers out of you, much to your dismay, smearing the lube on them over his cock. Murdock shuffles closer, guiding the head of his cock to your entrance. He pushes it barely inside you, stretching you open, before pulling back out and repeating the motion.
Tears sting at the corner of your eyes as frustration bubbles up inside you. Your hands white knuckle the sheets and you sob, rolling your hips up towards him.
“Please, please !”
Murdock pushes in all the way to the hilt in one fluid motion, forcing a moan from both of you. He stills between your legs, hips flush against yours, gloved hands holding your waist in a vice grip.
“So fucking good.” He snarls through gritted teeth. “You’d think after how many times I’ve fucked you, petal, you wouldn’t be so goddamn tight .”
You whine at the feeling of emptiness as his hips pull back until he’s barely kept inside you, but you don’t have to mourn the loss for long before he’s thrusting back in with enough force to push you up the bed. Wrapping your legs tight around his waist, urging him as deep as he can possibly go, you reach up and dig your nails into his back, desperate for something to keep you grounded.
“That’s it, darling, you don’t need to think about anything other than how good Daddy’s making you feel. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to take my cock, made to be fucked over and over and over again.”
Murdock speeds up the pace of his hips, pistoning in and out of you. One of his hands leaves its place at your waist to slip between the two of you, his fingers wrapping tightly around your cock. He jacks you off with quick, sloppy strokes of his hand, sending jolts of pleasure racing up your spine.
You’re getting so close already, body and mind overcome with the pleasure of being touched and fucked open, but it’s not enough. You need more. You need him, all of him. You need his mark .
“Murdock, Daddy, please.” You tug his free hand off your waist and bring it up to the spot he’d claimed earlier, looking up at him with wide, desperate eyes. “ Please .”
The man above you smiles with a dark look in his eyes, slowing the pace of his hips and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “There’s no going back from this, petal, you understand? You get my mark and you’ll be mine forever .”
You reach for the knife holstered on his thigh, bringing it up and holding it between the two of you. “I already am.”
Murdock takes it from you with a dark chuckle. He turns it over in his hands, admiring the way the blade catches the light. His cock twitches inside you and he gives a short roll of his hips, forcing the air from your lungs.
“Take a deep breath for me, petal. Just relax. I’ve got you .”
Adrenaline.
Pure, unadulterated adrenaline.
You can feel it flooding your body, pumping through each and every vein.
A high-pitched whine is forced from deep in your throat by the sharp pinch of cold metal gliding across your skin. Blood blooms in tiny beads in the knife’s wake, the sight of the dark crimson making your head feel fuzzy.
Murdock works quickly and efficiently, dragging the knife over you with practiced precision. He continues to grind into you, the head of his cock rubbing against your prostate and sending sparks of pleasure up your spine.
“That’s it,” he coos, “doing so well for me, petal.”
You squeeze your eyes shut against the sting of tears, fisting the sheets and fighting back the urge to roll your hips against him, knowing how important it is you keep still while he does this.
Time seems to drag on at a snail's pace as one line turns to two then three and so on. Despite the pain of it, or perhaps because of it, pleasure washes over you, setting every nerve ending on fire. You’re simultaneously aware of every single move he makes with the knife over your skin while also feeling like you’re floating miles away, lost in an ocean of warmth. It isn’t until the initial pain has stopped, when the blade is no longer touching your skin that you begin to come back down to the present moment.
Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Murdock slots the knife back into the holster at his thigh, dark eyes glued to his handiwork.
“So perfect,” he whispers in reverence, “it looks even better than I thought it would.”
You tilt your head down, eyes falling on his initials carved right under your collarbones. Something passionate and primal rips through you, forcing a moan from your lips. You throw your head back, suddenly dizzy with lust and a flurry of emotions.
“I knew you’d like it, petal.”
Murdock ducks down, lapping up the blood dripping down your chest and laving his tongue over the mark. At the same time, he begins to thrust his hips in and out of you again. His pace is much faster now, and he’s suddenly delirious with the taste of your blood on his tongue.
“That’s it, petal. You’re mine and no one can ever doubt it. Mine forever .”
A particularly well-aimed thrust of his hips has the head of Murdock’s cock hitting that sweet spot inside you and you’re suddenly hurdling towards your orgasm.
“Daddy, Daddy, I’m gonna-”
“Are you going to cum, sweet thing? Are you going to cum for Daddy?” One of his hands reaches down to your cock, stroking it quickly. “Go on, cum for me. Cum on Daddy’s cock. Now .”
You cum with a cry of his name, clamping down around him and making a mess on both of you. Murdock curses in your ear, rutting against you until he finishes with a long moan. A wave of warmth washes over you as he fills you and you whine from overstimulation as he continues to fuck you with slow, shallow thrusts.
Murdock finally stills, pulling out of you slowly and flopping down onto the bed. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you against his chest, running a hand up and down your back and pressing a gentle kiss to the mark on your chest.
“You did so well for me, petal.”
As exhaustion begins to set in, you hum happily, tucking your head into the crook of his neck. The last thing you hear as sleep takes you is Murdock’s voice whispering quietly in your ear.
“You were made for me, darling, and now you’re mine. Forever.”
