Why is there so many of them... more loves for me I guess!!!
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Googleiplier
☆ How you manage to get him to agree to it is beyond me - maybe you just scoop him into your arms without giving him time to object. Regardless of methodology, Google is the epitome of rigidness if you catch him off guard long enough to wrap your arms around him. He just stands there, stone-still; it’s like hugging a stack of concrete bricks. That being said, you’ll faintly hear an uptick in his machinery, a whirring as a fan spins faster, and begrudgingly, he will admit that he likes it - he can’t exactly lie to you, after all.
Illinois
☆ This man practically wrote the definition of bear hugs - and then re-writes it when he hugs you. Maybe you’ve just escaped a trap-laden temple, or are saying goodnight under the stars, Illinois hugs you with bravado and borderline smothering; forcefully clapping a hand to your back, ruffling your hair, pinching your cheek, affectionately calling you whatever nickname he’s dubbed you with and plastering a kiss to your forehead.
Murdock
☆ You’d think at first he’s entirely opposed to the gesture - I mean, being a serial killer and all - but it turns out serial killers have feelings too. While it’s once in a blue moon, if you catch him in just the right mood and pull him in for a hug, he will gingerly place a hand on your back… before giving in and reciprocating properly. He’ll make some comment about professionalism, but ultimately revels in the feeling of your heartbeat through your chest being so close.
Actor Mark
☆ The Actor doesn’t typically hug in the traditional sense, usually just perching an arm around your waist. His gestures are calculated, delicate, poised - ready for a camera at any moment. So when the occasion does arise that he hugs you properly, it’s a stark contrast from his usual composure - his hands are uncertain, looking for an excuse to hold you in his arms. You’ll have to remind him he doesn’t need one.
Damien
☆ Long days of politicking means spending most of his free time exhausted. He will all but collapse into you, leaning into your touch and basking in the solace you provide. He’ll mutter about his grievances into your shoulder or against your chest, letting himself ease into a relaxed state for once. He especially likes when you stroke his hair or knead his shoulders.
BONUS ☆
Dave Torres
☆ He’s probably running on fumes and three energy drinks, so the moment he’s safely in your arms, the emotional dam crumbles. He’ll appreciate every ounce of comfort you give, hugging you and whispering his thanks for you being there. Dave is probably a big fan of cuddles in general, so prepare to be pulled into the nearest seat for a cuddle and impromptu nap.
A little, convict Murdock and Detective Reader drabble that I don't know what to do with. But I like it enough to post it<3
Warnings; Use of the term "whore", Murdock being a snarky bastard, swearing
Minors DNI
Murdock leaned forward against the metal table, sliding his hands onto it until the cuffs around his wrists stopped them. His gaze was piercing as he stared you down, his lips curled into a smirk.
"Are you pleased with yourself, Y/N? You got what you wanted." He mused, tapping his fingers against the table.
"Don't call me that. It's detective to you, sweetheart." You sneered, leaning back in your chair, arms crossed over your chest as your eyes narrowed in his direction. "And yes, I am quite pleased with myself. I finally have your sick and perverted ass in handcuffs. Who wouldn't be happy about that."
A deep, rough, laugh resonated in his chest as his smirk turned into a smug grin.
"These aren't the kind of cuffs I had in mind, detective." He pulled on them a bit, the chain clanking against the table. "Though, I wouldn't mind using these. Cuffing you to the table, bending you over for all your little police friends to see how you beg for my cock like a desperate little whore."
Your hands curled into tight fists the more he spoke, pissed that he could still get under your skin, even after all that he put you through.
"Watch your fucking mouth or I'll-"
"Or you'll what? Beat me? Kill me right here and now?" He leaned in even more, locking his gaze directly onto yours.
"I'm already on death row, baby." His voice was low, almost a purr as his gaze flickered to your lips for just a moment before going back up, "Don't you want the kiss of death?"
Contents: dubcon, predator/pray, chasing, brief mentions of knife and blood, oral (m receiving), boot kink, semi-public sex, degradation, namecalling (whore), petnames (puppy, toy, little prey), no pronouns or body parts used for reader
AN: So like I can explain I swear I uh...yeah no I have no idea where this came from
MASTERLIST - AO3 - PART TWO (COMING SOON)
You can admit that walking home by yourself was a bad idea - not only because it’s past midnight and pitch black out, but also because it’s fucking cold. You weren’t even supposed to work tonight, but your coworker had called you last minute saying her car had a dead battery and if she missed another shift without getting a cover she was going to get fired.
You had wanted to spend your day off catching up on some reading but she’s the only coworker you actually like and if she gets fired then your days at work are going to get even worse than they already are so you sighed and agreed, getting yourself to look as presentable as possible with what little time you had.
Just a few more months, you think as you continue to walk, wrapping your arms around yourself, a few more months and you can quit this stupid job and move away from this ugly city, settle down somewhere more quiet, and maybe find a job you’ll actually like for a change. You doubt that last part, given your bad history with employment, but you’re desperately hoping a change of scenery will help turn things around.
You’re not sure how long it takes for you to notice. With how dark it is, you almost don’t catch the flash of something red from the corner of your eye. You stiffen up, sucking in a breath and squaring your shoulders.
Maybe it was just a sign or a piece of trash blowing in the wind. Except it’s not windy right now. Fuck.
Picking up your pace just slightly, you decide to chance a glance over your shoulder and yeah there’s definitely someone following you. You think it’s a man, a big man.
You pull your phone out and your stomach lurches when you see nothing but a black screen staring back at you. Right, that was why you had to walk back home in the first place. You’d left your phone charger at home in your rush to get to work so you couldn’t call for a taxi.
This is fine. It’s almost one in the morning and you’re walking the streets of a big city completely alone and unarmed. And there’s a man following you. Yep, definitely fine.
Your eyes dart around, searching for any store fronts that look like they could still be open or even just another person crazy enough to walk the streets this late. Your pursuer seems to have realized that no one else is around, because when you peek over your shoulder again he’s following you out in the open. You can barely see him through the darkness, but you see a shred of light glint off of something in his hand and oh god that’s a knife. He’s got a knife.
Heart skipping a beat, you lurch forward into a run and, sure enough, you can hear the man’s footsteps grow louder and faster. You’re full on panicking now, air punching in and out of your lungs as you run like your life depends on it. Which you think it might, you’re still holding out hope that this is all a big misunderstanding and you’re going to make it home safe and sound.
In a split second decision, you turn the next corner you come across and dip into an alley on the other side of the street before the man turns the corner. You tuck yourself up against the wall, sucking in a deep breath and biting your lip as you wait.
And wait.
And wait.
You’re not sure how long you stand there, eyes glued, unblinking, to the entrance of the alleyway and lungs aching for anything more than a shallow breath. The night is quiet, save for your heart pounding in your ears and your soft exhales. No footsteps. No sign of the man.
You crouch down and pick up a rock before inching closer to the entrance of the alleyway, peering your head around the corner and scanning the darkness for that flash of red.
But there’s nothing.
No footsteps, no breathing, no giant man storming towards you.
Did you really lose him?
Before you get even a moment to celebrate, there’s a gloved hand over your mouth and the sting of cold metal at your neck. You’re pulled backwards into the alleyway and up against a warm, very solid body.
The man behind you lets out a dark chuckle and you attribute your heart skipping a beat to the way he presses the knife just slightly into your skin.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had a good chase,” he says softly, lips brushing your ear, “I’d almost forgotten how fun it is.”
You reach up and claw at the hand over your mouth, lowering it enough to bite down on the side of his palm. The man behind you grunts and lets go of your face, giving you a moment to think you’ve won before he gets a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back.
You cry out into the night air and tears sting at the corners of your eyes as the blade of his knife digs into your skin, drawing just a hint of blood.
“What are you going to do to me?”
He practically purrs, nosing along the column of your throat. “That is the question, isn’t it? So many ideas, so little time.”
Struggling hopelessly against his grip on your hair, you cry out. “Help! Someone!”
The man leers behind you. “Is that it? Your life's on the line and that’s the best you can do? Try again and I want you to give it your all this time, like you really mean it.”
“Help!” You scream, your voice ripping against the inside of your throat, tears flowing freely down your cheeks. “Someone help me!”
“Ah, that was better, but do you hear that?”
He pauses and you listen to the noises around you. The night is still quiet, a light breeze has picked up and chilled the air but there’s no other noise besides your labored breaths. Your shoulders droop and you squeeze your eyes shut, letting out a soft, broken sob.
“That’s right,” the stranger practically sings in your ear, “no is around to hear you. No one is coming to your rescue, so I suggest you behave. I’d hate to give up the fun so early, but I won’t hesitate to slit this delicious neck of yours.”
Hot breath fans against your skin followed by a broad tongue licking a stripe up the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Are-Are you going to kill me?”
“Hmm, honestly I haven’t decided yet.”
“What do you want from me?”
Your assailant shoves you forward with a hand on the back of your neck, pushing you up against the brick wall. With his knife no longer at your throat, you have a moment to relax before he’s pressing himself up against you, his chest at your back just as firm and unyielding as the wall in front of you and oh. There’s something big and hard pressing against your ass. You gasp, unconsciously pushing your hips back against him, and the man chuckles darkly.
“What I want is for you to get down on your knees and open that pretty mouth so I can fuck your face. And if you do a good enough job, I might think about letting you go. How does that sound, little prey?”
“I-what?”
He rocks forward, groaning in your ear . “Go on, you don’t want to see me when I get inpatient.”
The man takes a step back and you turn around, taking him in for the first time. He’s huge, easily a foot taller than you and nearly twice as broad. Long, dark hair pulled back into a messy knot at the back of his head, a pair of black sunglasses hiding his eyes and a wide grin bearing sharp canines bordering on inhuman. Your eyes are drawn lower, however, to where his cock is straining against the confines of his dark jeans.
“I’m waiting.”
Your head snaps up and you’re met with deep, brown eyes watching you with a predator’s gaze over the rim of his glasses. Taking a deep breath, you drop to your knees in front of him, looking up at him with what you hope is a neutral expression, not wanting to let on how hot this situation is getting you despite the circumstances.
Turning your attention to the task at hand, you undo his belt with shaky hands. However, when you reach for his zipper, he grabs your wrists in his gloved hand.
“With your teeth.”
A shudder racks your body and you fight back a whimper, leaning forward and taking the zipper between your teeth. You can feel the heat of him against your cheek as you get the zipper down, taking your time, trying to delay the inevitable.
“So obedient.” He teases, taking his cock out and giving it a few languid strokes. “Maybe there’s hope for you yet.”
His words are the last thing on your mind as a glint of metal catches your eye. Four silver barbells decorate the underside of his, frankly, enormous cock. Your mouth waters at the sight of a bead of precum dripping from his slit and you can’t help but wonder what the metal of his piercings will feel like against your tongue.
He snickers. “First time blowing someone with piercings? No need to be intimidated, little thing, they make everything better. I’d be more than happy to show you once we’re done here.”
You scowl up at him, trying to put as much venom in your voice as you can. “Just get this fucking over with, you freak.”
“Oh, so the little puppy can bark, huh? I like that, makes it so much more fun to break you.”
Your response dies in your throat as he shoves the first few inches of his cock into your mouth. The musky taste of his cock mixed with the tang of his precum makes you moan despite yourself, and he moans as well, getting a hand in your hair and forcing more of himself into your mouth.
“Fuck, your mouth feels like heaven. Go on, take it all, swallow it down, I know you can.”
Tears sting at your eyes as he slides in fully, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat and slipping further down. You do your best to relax your throat, taking deep breaths through your nose and grabbing onto his meaty thighs to steady yourself.
“That’s it, taking me like a fucking champ. You’ve done this before, haven’t you? Sweet, little whore.”
His hips pull back slowly and you revel in the feeling of his piercings dragging against your tongue. He pulls out until only the tip is in your mouth and you take the opportunity to lave your tongue over it, sucking and hollowing your cheeks before he’s thrusting back in. This time he doesn’t stay still, starting a steady pace sliding in and out of your mouth. One particularly harsh thrust catches you off guard and you choke, throat spasming around his cock and tears rolling down your cheeks.
He sighs happily, grabbing your head with both hands and holding you down against him, your nose pressed against his pubic bone. You gag around him but he doesn’t let you up, instead grinding against your face and relishing in the way you gasp for breath around his cock.
“Fucking take it,” he sneers, digging his nails into your scalp. “This is what you were fucking made for, choking on my cock like a greedy, little pet. This is making you hot, isn’t it? I bet if I reached down between your legs I’d feel how excited you are, wouldn’t I?”
You shake your head furiously but you both know you’re lying. You’re aching, thrusting your hips helplessly.
“Go on, puppy.” He moves his foot forward, pressing his leather boot between your legs. “Grind on my boot, show me how horny you are, being face fucked, at the mercy of a complete stranger.”
Shame burns inside you but it only makes you hotter, makes the ache between your legs stronger. You grind down against the toe of his boot, angling your hips just right to send pleasure shooting up your spine. You moan around his cock, the vibrations making him moan in turn.
The stranger picks up his pace, fucking your face in earnest, grunting and growling with every thrust. You can tell he’s getting close by the way his thighs are tensing between your hands and you’re not far behind, adrenaline pushing you rapidly towards climax. You peer up at him with wide, watery eyes, increasing your thrusts against his boot.
“Oh, isn’t that sweet? You want permission - fuck - to cum? Do you think you’ve earned it? Do you think you’ve been good? Maybe I should cum down your throat and leave you here for someone else to find and fuck, maybe you’d like that. You clearly don’t have problems fucking a stranger, and one that threatened to kill you no less.”
You whine, squeezing your eyes shut in a half-hearted effort to hold back the tears caused by his words. Shame is burning inside you, white hot and so, so fucking good. The man above you wipes away a few of your tears, bringing his fingers to his mouth to lick them off with a long groan.
“I’m so close now, just a little more. I want you to cum, little toy. Now.”
The hard tug he gives to your hair is all it takes to send you careening over the edge, spasming and rutting your hips helplessly as you cum, making a mess of your jeans. He moans obscenely and cums with a shout. You expect him to press fully into your mouth, but instead he pulls out and strokes his cock furiously, painting your face with splatters of hot cum.
You groan in protest, wiping your eyes and scowling up at him. “You could’ve warned me.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” He smirks, tucking himself back into his pants and squatting down in front of you.
The man swipes two fingers through the mess on your face and presses them against your lips. You drop your eyes to the ground but take them into your mouth, licking the cum off his leather clad fingers.
“This was quite the treat, I must say, more fun than I’ve had in a long time. I’d love to keep you.”
His words have fear shooting like ice through your veins and you shoot up, backing away from him slowly.
“You said you’d let me go if I did what you wanted.”
“You’re right, I did. ” He stalks forward, crowding you up against the brick wall, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “But I’ve given you no reason to trust me.”
You shove him with as much strength as you can but he doesn’t even move an inch. “I’d rather you fucking kill me.”
“Mm, there’s that bark I like so much, but we both know you don’t have the bite to back it up, do you?”
“Fuck you.”
“Next time.”
“Next time?”
“I’ll keep my word, I’m going to let you go, but we’ll see each other again; I’ve taken a liking to you, little prey. But-” You blink and the knife is back at your throat. “If you tell anyone about me, if you go to the police, I will find you and I will make you wish I’d killed you tonight. Do you understand?”
You nod with wide eyes, pressing yourself back against the wall as much as you can.
“Good.” He steps away, slipping the knife back into its holster at his thigh and smiling mischievously at you.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“Call me Murdock.”
You roll your eyes. “Murdock? Seriously? You come up with that yourself?”
“Such a smart mouth for someone who was choking on my cock not even ten minutes ago.” The man gives you a Cheshire smile. “Now I think it’s time you hurry home. It is late after all and you don’t know what kind of shifty characters could be lurking in the shadows waiting to strike.”
MINORS DNI!!! This from an au I've been skrunkling on for the like the last week. All you need to know for this specific fic is that you are high up in some company and rich, Yancy is your sugar baby, and sometimes you bring in Murdock for some extra fun. Yancy x Murdock x amab reader
Wordcount: 1.7k+
Tags/warnings: dom/sub dynamics, dom reader, use of sir, begging, crying, degradation, praise, oral, anal, slight dumbification
Before you left for your week long work trip, you had said to Murdock and Yancy that they were free to have any fun they'd like, within the usual rules of course.
So coming home to a quiet house, or at least quiet in the way that Yancy doesn't greet you at the door like he often does.
Because you can hear something coming from upstairs.
Quick to get your shoes and jacket off, you follow the noise to your bedroom, where upon opening the door you are met with the rather lovely sight of Yancy on his hands and knees on your bed, Murdock pounding into him from behind.
You realize tears are streaming down Yancy's face, hiccups and whines mixing with moans. As soon as he spots you, one arm tries to reach out, but has to quickly be slammed back down so he doesn't lose his balance and faceplant into the mattress.
"Sir, sir, siiirrrrr, pleaseeeeee!"
"Welcome home, we were just having some fun." Murdock speaks as you spot the cockring around Yancy's cock.
"Baby boy, how long and how much?" Yancy can't seem to answer. You look to his hands for any sort of signal for a pause or a stop, but his hands are curled into the sheets hard enough that his knuckles are turning white, and his moans blends in with his cries.
You chuckle, taking a seat on the small couch you had brought into your room just for a scenario like this. Sitting down, you lean back, content to watch Murdock finish up
"Don't let me interrupt. Put on a good show for me, won't you, baby boy?"
Murdock grins, pinching a nipple, making Yancy shiver and whimper. He rocks back into Murdock, tears streaming down his face as he does so.
He tries to put his head and upper body down so he can muffle his noises, but Murdock is having none of it, pulling him up by his hair so Yancy’s back is pressed against his chest.
“Oh no, none of that baby boy. No hiding when you’re supposed to provide entertainment.” Yancy whimpering as Murdock fucks into him, arm across his chest and hand on his hip keeping him in place.
Looking at you when he manages to keep his eyes open, pleading for you to do something.
But you don’t, just lazily touching yourself over your pants, and watching your baby boy getting fucked within an inch of his life, just as he deserves.
This goes on for a while.
You just watch as Murdock keeps your baby boy an absolute mess.
He's leaking, blubbering, holding onto Murdock's arm around his chest for dear life as Murdock kisses over his shoulder and neck. He's murmuring absolute filth into Yancy's skin, sometimes making eye contact with you as he does so.
At one point he lets his teeth drag over skin, making Yancy shudder oh so sweetly. You send him a warning glare, Murdock grinning back at you.
"How much trouble would I be in if I marked up this pretty little patch of skin?" A finger strokes over a spot just beneath Yancy's jaw.
"A lot."
"I thought you said I could have any fun I'd like." Murdock kisses the spot, which earns a whimper from Yancy, not only because of the kiss, but also because Murdock has stopped fucking him, just staying inside of Yancy, keeping his cock warm.
"I said that both of you could, but that is one of the few rules I have for you both, and it shouldn't be broken."
"He would look rather stunning with some marks all over his pretty neck, no?"
"He would, but he's not getting them from you. Unless you'd like to be punished?"
"Not tonight, I would prefer to walk out of here." He sends a glare at you, but you can see the heat hidden underneath.
Neither of you say anything for a few moments, then Murdock sighs, pulling out of Yancy, which causes him to whimper. Murdock shushes him, leading him by the hair over to you. He pushes Yancy down to straddle your lap, then sinks back inside of him.
"If I can't make marks, at least our sweet little toy can get that little visual upgrade from you." A beat, a grin. "Sir." Yancy's breath hitches as Murdock starts fucking him again, albeit slower this time.
You start to kiss over his throat and shoulders, gently tilting his head back at first, touch fleeting and light.
But that doesn't last long, the temptation of Yancy and the noises you know he can make are too strong, and as soon as you bite down, both of them groan in unison.
"Do that again, he got so fucking tight and perfect around my cock." It's not often you take orders from Murdock, but this time you are on the same wavelength. So you bite down again, and again that wonderful mix of noise from them both.
For every bite and every hickey you make, Yancy groans, moans, or cries, his voice begging you even though he doesn't utter a single word, too gone for it. Murdock keeps talking to him, switching between degradation and praise, often mixing the two.
"Such a perfect whore aren't you? So open for anyone your Sir tells you to fuck. So willing to just be used and abused, fucked like the little toy you are."
"You just need your Sir's teeth on you to cum, don't you? Such a sweet, but oh so sick, little thing."
"Made to be ruined, that is what you are, made to be filled with cocks and cum."
"Pleaseeeee" It's the first word Yancy has uttered since he begged you to cum when you came home, so you take pity on your baby boy.
Giving no warning to either of them, you reach down, slipping the cockring off Yancy. He doesn't even have time to say anything before he spills all over your hand and the front of your pants.
Murdock grunts, and while Yancy shakes apart around him, he gets a few more pumps in before he spills himself inside of Yancy.
"Such a good baby boy." You whisper into his ear, catching his lips in a gentle kiss.
"Want youse….." Yancy slurs out, Murdock laughs behind him, but you ignore that in favor of sending a fond smile Yancy's way.
"You can get me wherever you want baby, as your reward." Yancy blinks slowly, nods, gasping as Murdock pulls out. "Where do you want me baby?"
"Mouth….." Another slow blink, before he maneuvers himself off your lap and down on his knees. Murdock sits down next to you, throwing an arm over your shoulder, watching as Yancy nuzzles your cock through your pants.
"What a lovely sight." He reaches down, unzipping your pants for Yancy, and helping him move your underwear out of the way so Yancy can get his mouth on your cock.
"You feeling in a- ah!" Your sentence is broken up as Yancy sinks his mouth down as far as he can go. "Love-y mood tonight?"
"Sometimes a reward is in order after all." Yancy swallows around your cock, making you look down at him.
He has his hands crossed behind his back, his gaze dazed, but at the same time filled with lust. You know what he wants now, but Murdock beats you to it, tangling a hand in his hair, and begins moving him up and down on your cock.
"What a lovely toy." He grins at you, and you huff, rolling your eyes as you tangle a hand in his hair instead, and drag him in for a kiss.
"And the love-y mood was gone." You speak against his lips, which gets a chuckle from Murdock before he kisses you. Yancy whines around your cock and it feels amazing.
You know you won't last long, not with the show they gave you, but you still savor in the feeling of a warm mouth moving up and down on your cock, and the slight stubble as you kiss Murdock.
It only takes a few minutes of two mouths on you for you to cum, spilling yourself into one as you moan against the other.
"Such a good Sir." Murdock whispers in your ear, biting your earlobe for the briefest of seconds. He's testing the limits, and you both know it. Though instead of challenging or calling him on it, you turn your focus to Yancy.
He has his eyes closed, head resting on your thigh, breathing heavy and a bit shaky. Reaching out, your gentle touch to his cheek makes him open his eyes. He opens his mouth next, showing how your cum is gone.
"Good boy." You gently urge him to get up, doing the same. You check him over as he sways lightly in your hold, and Murdock's as he gets up to, supporting Yancy with a hand on his back.
"You good baby?"
"Mhm, thank youse sir." You give him a quick kiss, holding his face. He leans into your touch, closing his eyes again and sighing, a sound you know means that you will need help to keep him from falling asleep until you have at least gotten him through the shower.
You glance at Murdock, who is watching the display with rapt attention. When you make eye-contact with him, you raise a brow, and he nods.
You both start to move Yancy in the direction of the bathroom, which makes Yancy let out a little noise if discontent, because it's the opposite direction of the bed.
"Shush baby boy, your sir and I just need to take care of you first, then you'll get to sleep as much as you'd like."
"And cuddles?" Yancy mumbles as you make it to the bathroom.
"And of course cuddles, in clean sheets even, since Murdock will change them." Murdock snorts, and you poke out your tongue at him. "Your turn, and besides, you started this."
"Technically you did, when you left for your work trip and said I could have some fun." Murdock lets go of Yancy for a few moments, getting the shower started.
"Again, I said both of you could have fun, an-"
"I had fun..." Yancy mutters as he bonks his head against your shoulder, before he is led inside the shower.
"I know baby." All three of you in the shower is luckily no problem anymore since you got the bathroom renovated.
"Of course you did, it was with me." You try to flick Murdock's side, but he easily avoids it, glaring at you with no heat. You roll your eyes then chuckle.
With Murdock away from home for the day, you decide to give him a little something when he comes back.
A/N: Second year in a row using this prompt as the first writing post of the year lol. This time I knew it was going to be late, though. Certainly didn't expect to write this much lmao. Happy new year~
Word count: 2066
(Gender neutral, afab)
MINORS DNI
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You’re starting to think this was a foolish idea.
The silk ribbon slips every time you attempt to tie a knot, not to mention losing tension from where you’ve wrapped it. Finding a ribbon this color was nearly impossible to begin with, for whatever reason—it seems that today is just deciding to be difficult.
You huff as the silk falls again from your hip, backtracking to pull it taut against your skin. Everything has to be perfectly in place, and you have no idea when Murdock will be back, so you have to be fast and accurate…only one of which seems possible at a time. Printed reference pages litter the bed, but they cannot make up for a lack of skill.
"This is impossible," you groan to yourself, scanning ahead for the upteenth time. "I'm really supposed to be able to do this by myself?!" It couldn't be that hard, you originally thought, but boy were you wrong.
The longer you take, the more you're convinced that you won't be able to finish this in time, let alone looking exactly like the photos. The buzzing of your phone on the nightstand seems to confirm this; whether or not it's actually Murdock texting you is irrelevant. You set your jaw and, with hands annoyingly trembling from nerves, you wind the cool ribbon against your warm flesh. It's now or never.
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Murdock's cabin is a sight for sore eyes after the day he's had: while not a full-on reconnaissance, which in this case would have drawn him further from home, his mark still had an incredibly inexplicable talent for frustrating and foiling him at every turn. A warm shower, a warm bed, and a warm pair of arms will set him right, he knows. Well, and a little something else, but it's wrapped up in the other things and almost always a given. Easily.
The corner of Murdock's mouth quirks at the thought, pulling into the garage next to his motorcycle. Your car is still on the driveway, just as he saw last on the cameras before he started driving. Not that you really went anywhere once night fell; and you never ventured far when Murdock went scouting.
Or "hunting," for that matter.
The house is quiet when he enters, which only mildly strikes him as odd. He calls out your name, but you don’t respond. It's not exactly late, but sleeping now isn't out of of the realm of possibility: if you were particularly tired, you'd pass out on the couch waiting for him. He's carried you to bed sometimes, careful not to wake you. It didn't take him long to learn how much it took to wake you, though.
However, you aren't on the couch either, which simply confuses him further. You haven't left, and no one else has entered the house, so you must be in either the study or the bedroom (he would have heard the shower by this point if you were in there). Still not unusual places, but not always common. Luckily, they are the same direction, so he wastes no time in cautiously and silently striding down the hall in socked feet, where he encounters—
An errant piece of clothing, lying on the floor. He raises an eyebrow and squats all the way down to pick it up.
It's your shirt.
Glancing up to think and for more clues, he spots a sporadic trail of clothing that bypasses the study and, presumably, leads straight to the bedroom. His instincts kick in, and he outright stalks down the hall, following the tantalizing path.
Shirt. Bottoms. Socks. Undergarments. Panties.
The last one sits right at the open door of the bedroom, almost as if you’ve just stepped out of them. He picks them up and turns them over in his hand, noting with interest that they are the nice pair he spotted in the laundry last week before pocketing them.
Murdock's bed isn't in direct line of sight of the door; anyone on it can keep an eye on the doorway, but from where he stands now, he can't see in. The light is on, however, so he knows you're in there and awake somewhere. It’s soft, but he hears the bedsheets rustling. Curiosity catches up with him, and he finally enters the room.
You lay on the bed, propped up against the pillows, tied up like a gift in a maroon silk ribbon—his specific maroon. It crisscrosses your body sumptuously, framing you while also hiding a particular area behind a few lengths of the material, wide enough to obscure it completely. You've bound your legs bent, thigh to calf, and your arms remain in front. The bow is right by your chest. It’s clear to him that you struggled with the operation, with the way the ribbon still has some slack and the couple knots he can see not looking right, but that isn’t a problem, of course. He's impressed enough you managed all this with one ribbon. You wait until he makes eye contact with you to grin sheepishly and say, “Surpriiise. Can't have the holidays without a present."
His full expression is hidden from you, but his eyebrows shoot up over his glasses. Then, after he’s had time to devour the sight before him, that familiar hungry grin spreads across his lips, and he chuckles. "All this for me, kitten?"
Your cheeks flush, and instead of sarcasm like usual, you reply shyly, "Yes, sir."
His breathing hitches subtly, nostrils flaring and hands flexing just enough to match, and his cock twitches, starting to fill out his pants. Ah. So it's one of those days.
Perfect.
“Well. Who am I to say no to a present as pretty as this?” Measured steps bring him to the bedside, allowing him to appraise you once more. You squirm a little during the silence, and when he removes his sunglasses, revealing the burning desire in his eyes, he sees your throat bob as you swallow. It just makes his grin sharper. “After all the effort you went through…” Murdock slips a gloved finger between your skin and the ribbon on your leg, sliding it upwards, towards that which you’ve hidden from him. You press your lips together, and your chest rises and falls a little faster. He slides his hand back and snaps the ribbon against you, and you yip quietly.
He snickers. You pout. “Murdock…”
He responds by kissing you, not bothering to pretend to hold back, lips pressing against yours insistently as his hand grips your thigh. You melt almost instantly under the intensity, a mewl caught in your throat. He parts from you sooner than either of you would like as an idea occurs to him.
“It does seem I need to teach you how to tie better knots, sweetheart.” His breathing is also a little heavier, a teasing smile pulling at his lips even as his eyes veil. “Maybe a hands-on lesson is in order, hm?”
You don’t answer him at first, taking in how excited he is at the idea, and you simply bite your lip and nod. His rumbling chuckle, the kind he knows gets under your skin, has you inhaling sharply, enough to be audible. Something akin to pride fills him at that. It takes so little to have you wrapped around his finger. And, to a certain extend, him around yours. “Good.”
Murdock dips into the nightstand drawer, the one with the toys, and fishes through it for something, also placing a blade specifically for these activities on the nightstand top. There is, frankly, a rather absurd number of toys in there, simply because he can’t be bothered to put all of them back where they belong. One never know what might be needed when.
He straightens back up with a bullet vibe in his hand, and your brow crinkles at the sight. He half climbs onto the bed and kisses you again, hands both sliding up your thighs. His tongue is insistent for entrance, and you let him in easily, eager to continue what he started earlier. Murdock slides the vibe beneath the ribbon crisscrossing over your core, distracting you by filling your mouth with his tongue. You moan, trying to grab at him with your bound hands to pull him closer, when suddenly the toy comes to life, and you let out a sharp noise in surprise as you shudder. This is the idea he had in mind.
When he pulls away this time, the toy clipped securely, he’s grinning wickedly, watching your face as you adjust to the vibrations. He purposefully set it a notch higher than you might be able to handle for an extended period of time.
“M-murdooock—” you whine, biting your lip and trying to school your breathing. He simply kisses your forehead with more chasteness than you expect him to muster.
“My little present is going to have to wait, unfortunately.” You give him those pleading eyes that he loves to draw from you when he’s being a tease as he slides off the bed. “I have to get cleaned up after the day I’ve had.” He pats your cheek. “You understand, don’t you, kitten? Wouldn’t want to dirty up something as pretty as you.” He pauses, then chuckles to himself. “Well. Not in that way.”
Your cheeks have darkened further. You try and whine for him again. “Sir—”
“Shh. I’ll be back quickly, kitten, don’t you worry.” Murdock sheds his coat and drapes it over the hook on the back of the door where he always keeps it. “Patience is a virtue, my pretty one.” He flashes you one final grin before taking his leave into the bathroom.
***
You don’t care what he said, he’s taking way too long.
To be frank, any amount of time would be too much with how strong the vibe is, and while he can’t hear you in the bathroom, you know for a fact he’s touching himself at the idea of you all tied up with a toy teasing you. But you also know that he won’t dare jerk himself off. No, he needs you too much to do that. And that gives you some weird sense of pride…as well as turns you on. You’re surprised you’re not soaking through the ribbons covering your core.
The water finally shuts off, but the silence, broken only by the bullet vibe and your occasional whimpers, seems to stretch on forever. You glance at the reference sheets you shoved to the ground, littering the floor, but they don't offer much of a distraction, flipped around and obscured.
Then, Murdock emerges, clothed only in a towel, slung low around his waist and almost threatening to fall at any moment. His messy hair still drips some water onto his shoulders as he leans against the doorway, watching you as you shudder and pant. The urge to run your fingers through that mop of hair is strong, but not as much as you need him right now. Your eyes dip down over his toned form to the towel again, for half a moment trying to see if you can tell how hard he is, and this time, he notices.
“Like what you see, sweetling?” Murdock stalks closer, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I know I do.”
You can’t help the shiver that passes through you, eyelashes fluttering. “Please, Murdock—”
“What did I say about patience being a virtue?” He properly climbs onto the bed, adjusting himself to loom over you. “I would have thought that this—” he presses the vibe against your clit, and a high-pitched keen pulls itself from you as your back arches “—would have taught you patience.”
“Oh fuck, fuck—!” you squeak, and Murdock chuckles hungrily, letting off on the additional pressure.
“Soon enough, sweetheart, I promise.” His hands roam, unabashedly grabbing at your flesh and kneading, and you moan breathily. “But presents like you deserve to be savored, unravelled piece by piece…” He leans in until your lips nearly touch, holding back when you try and lean forward to kiss him. “...and completely and utterly undone.” The look on his face is pure sin, dark and predatory and full of lust. You’re drowning in it, lost between him and the vibrations. “And trust me, kitten: I intend to enjoy my gift to the fullest.”
Contents: predator/prey, very dubious consent, brief chloroform, bondage, clothed Murdock naked reader, no pronouns and no body parts used for reader, glove kink, thigh riding, daddy kink, use of petal, babydoll, and little thing
AN: This was inspired by an idea from the lovely @meloncalic. Also incredible that I wrote a Murdock fic without knife kink. I guess there's a first time for anything.
So yeah, I'm still alive and kicking. Spite is a powerful motivator >:)
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You’re not sure how long you’ve been running, but you know you can’t stop, not if you want to survive the night. It’s unclear how you ended up here, what choice led you to this moment. You’re not even sure if the choices you’ve made mattered, or if you would’ve ended up here no matter what.
Perhaps you were trapped in his web the moment he laid eyes on you.
Now though, it doesn’t matter how you got here, just that you need to keep running.
Body aching, breath punching in and out of your lungs, you run and run, not sparing a glance behind you for fear of what you might see. He’d given you a head start - of course he had, he’s always been one for the chase - but you should’ve known the distance wouldn’t matter.
He’s always been one step ahead.
An arm shoots out through the darkness to your right and coils itself around your waist; the force of it knocking you off balance and sending you tumbling into what feels like a brick wall. There’s a dark, all too familiar, laugh and a cloth is pressed over your face.
You’re not sure how long you struggle before the world goes black, but you know it was useless from the start.
You wake to a chill in the air and a familiar cologne filling your nose. Murdock’s voice is a soft vibration against where your cheek is pressed into the crook of his neck; he’s humming some old, moony song you’ve heard him sing a million times before.
Something seems to key him into your return to wakefulness because a gloved hand comes up to rub over your back in soft circles. You’re allowed only a moment to savor the feeling before you jolt up in his lap, suddenly very aware of the fact that there’s nothing between the leather of his gloves and your skin.
You blink, eyelids heavy and head still foggy from whatever he’d dosed you with. Shaking your head, you look down to see you're completely bare in Murdock’s lap, straddled with your legs on either side of one of his thick thighs. You move to push yourself off him but find that your arms folded at your back and your wrists handcuffed.
“M-Murdock.”
“There you are, petal. It took longer than normal for you to wake up, someone’s out of practice.” He practically sings, taking a hold of your chin, grip just a touch too firm, and forcing your gaze on him.
He’s smirking, predator eyes barely visible through the dark crimson of his sunglasses. You squirm in his hold, trying to pull your chin from his palm but the fog in your mind leaves your limbs far too lethargic to do anything more than give a feeble attempt at struggle.
“Easy now, little thing, what’s the rush? You’re right where you need to be - in Daddy’s lap.”
You shudder despite yourself, finally mustering the power to yank your face from his grip, dropping your eyes to the floor.
“Where are my fucking clothes?”
“You know Daddy likes you better like this.”
“That’s not what I asked, asshole.”
“So grouchy. You’re usually so well behaved. Why the tantrum, petal?”
“Why the-” You turn to scowl at him. “You threatened me, drugged me, and now you’ve got me bound and naked. Take your fucking pick!”
Murdock tuts, reaching up to cup the side of your face and trace his thumb over your bottom lip. “I know you like it when I hunt you.”
“N-No, I fucking don’t. You’re a freak, a psychopath, a goddamn murderer and I’m tired of all your shit.”
“Resorting to name calling? You must be feeling very vulnerable. Good.”
“Why can’t you just let me go? Why couldn’t you just let me walk away?”
“Because we both know that’s not what you really want.”
“But it is. I’m tired of living like this. I’m tired of making excuses for you.”
“Making excuses for me…or making excuses for yourself?”
“I…I don’t know what you mean.”
“Oh please, petal, do you remember when I found you? So scared, so lost, so desperate for someone to protect you, to keep you safe.”
“If this is what you call keeping me safe then you’re insane.”
“But that’s the thing, my love. I don’t think you want to be safe. You could’ve been safe with anyone. But you didn’t choose just anyone…you chose me.”
“I-I…I chose wrong. I never should’ve given you the time of day. I should’ve turned you in the second I saw you for what you are.”
“But you didn’t. Because you couldn’t. You want to know why?”
“I have a feeling you’re going to fucking tell me.”
“You need me, babydoll. You need Daddy.”
“I don’t need you, haven’t you been listening? I don’t want anything to do with you, you goddamn monster.”
“Oh I’ve been listening, petal, just not to what you’re saying. I’ve been listening to your body and the way it craves me.”
Murdock clamps his hands down on your hips, pressing you down against his thigh and forcing a whimper from your lips.
“You ache for me. Without Daddy here to keep you satisfied, what would you do?”
He starts to push and pull you over his thigh, the texture of his jeans rubbing against the sensitive skin between your legs and making sparks shoot up your spine.
“S-Stop…”
“Do you really want me to? Tell me the truth. Tell me you need me and I’ll stop.”
You shake your head furiously, biting back a moan. “No, I don’t. I don’t.”
“It sounds like you’re trying to convince yourself. Why fight it? Why fight me? We both know what you need.”
One of his hands slides up your body and to your chest, his leather clad fingers taking your nipple and tweaking it sharply. You moan, rutting your hips down against his legs subconsciously. Heat blossoms across your face and down your body, fogging your already addled mind.
“That’s it, babydoll. Daddy makes you feel so good, doesn’t he? You don’t need to fight it, just give into it. Tell me what I want to hear.”
A high pitched whine leaves your throat and you shake your head again, burying your face in the crook of his neck to hide the tears in your eyes.
“My pretty thing, my perfect pet. You were made for me, made for this. Weren’t you?”
“No, no, please.”
“Hm? Please what? Do you want Daddy to stop? You know what you need to say.”
“I-I…hnn”
Murdock ducks down, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it, occasionally nipping at it with his teeth. The hand not on your hip reaches back to press a finger against your entrance.
“Even through the gloves I can feel how this little hole clenches around nothing, practically aching for daddy. Isn’t that right, petal?”
Tears are flowing freely down your cheeks now and you can’t even think of holding them back, can’t even think about anything but the friction between your legs and the finger pressed so close to where you need it.
“Please, please, Murdock, please.”
“Tell me what I want to hear. Tell Daddy how much you need him, need his cock and I’ll give you anything you want.”
“I can’t- I can’t,” you sob quietly. “Daddy, please.”
“Go on, petal. Three little words, that’s all you need to say. Just three words and Daddy will fuck you until you can’t walk straight.”
Murdock slides his finger inside you, curling it just so to rub against that special spot inside you and it’s too much and exactly right all at the same time. You cum with a cry, rutting helplessly against him and clenching around his finger.
“I need you, daddy, please, please, please!”
The next few seconds are a blur. You’re lifted briefly followed by the sound of a zipper and then you’re being forced down onto his cock and you’re so full, so full, and why did you fight this? Why did you think anything else could feel as good as this? Why did you think you needed anything but him?
“That’s it, babydoll. I know what you need. Daddy always knows what you need.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Prompt: Noncon
Relationships: Murderplier/Gender Neutral Reader
Characters: Murderplier
Tags: Noncon, Forced Sex, Knife Play, Restraints, Clothed Sex, Creampie
TW: Noncon
This fic was written for a prompt and is purely for entertainment purposes. I do not support or condone this IRL in any way shape or form!
Contents: Cockwarming, bondage, cockwarming as a punishment, use of petal as a petname for reader, no pronouns or specific body parts used, one mention of a knife
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A gloved hand on the back of your neck forces your head down into the sheets.
“Hold still, petal.”
Murdock grabs your wrists with his free hand, pinning them to your back before you feel cold metal and the click of a pair of handcuffs. You whimper, struggling half-heartedly against your bonds, trying to look up at him over your shoulder.
“Don’t give me that look. You were the one that asked for the cuffs.”
“I know.” You whine. “But now I want to feel you.”
He grins, showing off the barest hint of pointed teeth. “Don’t worry, petal, you’ll certainly be able to feel me.”
Your attempt at an eye roll is rudely interrupted when two lube covered fingers trace over your entrance, making you let out a shaky breath. There’s little resistance when he slides them inside you, a testament to how worked up he’s gotten you already and how desperate you are for something more.
“That’s it, petal.” Murdock pushes his fingers in all the way, scissoring and stretching them slowly. “You love taking my fingers, don’t you?”
“Yeah, but there are other things I like taking more.” You pointedly eye the bulge in his pants.
“Chatty today, aren’t you?”
“Only because you’re taking so long.”
He snickers. “Or perhaps you’re being a brat so I’ll fuck your brains out. Is that it?”
Heat spreads across your face and your gaze drops to the bed. “N-No, I don’t know what would give you that idea.”
“You wouldn’t lie to me, would you, petal?”
“Lie? Me? Never.”
Murdock slips a third finger inside you, crooking them to hit that perfect spot, forcing a moan from your lips.
“Good. Because you know I do to liars, don’t you?”
Your eyes flick to the knife sheathed on his thigh then up to his face. “Y-Yeah.”
“Good.”
He removes his hand from the back of your neck, undoing his belt and fishing out his cock. Murdock lets out a long sigh, stroking himself slowly. You watch with hungry eyes, wiggling your hips in an effort to entice him.
“Please, fuck me already. I want it so bad.”
“Oh? You want my cock?”
You nod frantically.
“So needy, petal. It’s only been a few hours since I fucked you the last time.”
“And it wasn’t enough.” You whine.
Murdock guides the head of his cock to your entrance. “Don’t worry, precious, I’ll give you what you need.”
He presses in slowly, inch by agonizing inch. When he finally bottoms out, you let out a soft moan and press your forehead to the sheets. You ball your hands into fists and take a deep breath, waiting for the first brutal thrust. But…it never comes.
“Murdock?” You blink up at him.
“Is there something I can help you with?”
“W-Why aren’t you moving?”
“Oh? Is that what you wanted?”
“Well…yeah. I thought you were going to fuck me.”
He lets out a dark chuckle, tracing his fingers up and down your spine.
“Oh petal, what’s the rush? We’ve got nowhere to be.”
“But, I want-”
“You should’ve thought about what you wanted before you decided to be a brat and lie to me. So you’re going to sit here and warm my cock while you think about what you did wrong, and how you’re going to make it up to me. Understand?”
“But, Murdock, I need-”
A firm hand presses your face deeper into the mattress, cutting off your words.
“Oh, petal. Do you really think you know what you need better than I do?”
You shake your head the best you can under his grip.
“That’s what I thought. If you want me to fuck you then I want to hear an apology, and I want you to meant it. But take your time, I’m a patient man. I can wait as long as it takes.”
