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westanthewaterman · 2 years

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

Rating: NSFW

Word count: 3000+

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

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

MASTERLIST - AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, looking up at him with wide eyes.

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

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

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

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

“No? What do you want then?”

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

“Could I…stay?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You stay right here, alright?”

“Okay.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Murdock.”

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

“Daddy.”

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

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

“I-I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Good, so good for me.”

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

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

“Y-Yes, please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“M-Maybe.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, yes, please, I need it so bad.”

“Good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are you going to cum for me, petal?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Murdock laughs softly. “You okay, petal?”

You nod, not trusting your words.

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

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

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

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

“I-I think I do.”

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

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eddywoww · 1 year

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sorry about the blood in your mouth i wish it was mine. - baby you might be getting a few more from me. it's fine :)

An anon also asked for this one - "1 for the Silken prompt thing please god that line makes me go feral"

Warning: asshole boyfriends who are hinted at being abusive very briefly, violence and blood

(Also like, hey. Don’t share blood with strangers obviously. I shouldn’t have to tell anyone that this is fiction and that you should BE CAREFUL but I will anyway. Enjoy some mild blood play!)

Steve wasn't quite sure how so many things in his life could go from zero to one hundred in the space of a few moments.

He mostly wasn't sure how a night out with his boyfriend had ended up with one of them laying on the ground in an alleyway, lip bleeding and eye swollen as some guy stood over them.

Well, not over Steve.

No, this guy was Steve's fucking Knight in Ridiculous Leather pants.

Because Alex was being a dick. As usual. Alex being a dick wasn't like, a new thing. He just...had an attitude problem that Steve really hated to think about. His highs were sky high. Robin called it 'love bombing'. Steve just knew that he liked it when Alex was nice.

Only, he wasn't always nice. Still, he'd never tried to lay a hand on Steve before. He knew Steve could hold his own. He wasn't above kneeing a dude in the balls for being a dick. He didn't even care if it was low and he certainly didn't give a shit if it was his boyfriend being a dick and getting kneed in the dick.

But Steve was a little blindsided. They'd decided to come out, have a good time for once. Steve actually did like going to clubs, loved getting to dance with strangers. He was always respectful of distance and keeping Alex happy.

Some guy had grabbed Steve's ass. Which wasn't even his fault. And he'd told the dude to fuck off immediately because his ass was off limits to random men in nigthclubs.

Only, apparently Alex didn't quite buy that version of events. He was always way too suspicious. Always ready to accuse Steve of fucking around on him. He wasn't, actually. Steve was faithful to a fault. To the point of being the one to get cheated on and looking the other way.

They had ended up outside, Steve pressed into a brick wall while Alex tried to intimidate him. Steve had told him not to drink too much. He always turned into an asshole when he was drunk and Steve didn't want to deal with his bumbling apology later.

But then Alex had switched tactics and as Steve had attempted to move away from the wall, he grabbed Steve's wrist in an iron grip. Which had been a huge mistake. Steve had just about shoved his own palm up against his soon to be ex boyfriends nose, when someone else had come to the rescue.

Enter Steve’s personal hero, random long haired dude who wouldn’t look out of place in a hair metal music video. But in a hot way.

Especially considering he didn’t hesitate to pull Alex off of Steve and deck him right in the fucking face.

The fight that ensued wasn’t an impassioned one. Alex couldn’t fight for shit and especially not when he was drunk. He managed to get one hit on the guys mouth but that didn’t seem to deter him much as he tried his best to punch Alex’s lights out.

Steve had to step in and grab the guys forearm, pulling his fist back and stopping him from going after Alex again.

“You sure you want me to stop? I bet he can take more.” The guy said, lips and teeth shining with bright red blood. He looked a little deranged and suddenly Steve really needed to put some space between them. Like really.

He had dark brown eyes and curly hair. A wide smile and something a little crazy going on that Steve was not so shockingly intrigued by.

And then Alex had to open his fucking mouth.

“Try it again, motherfucker. See what happens.” Alex mumbled, clearly slurring his words. Steve hoped his random hero had maybe knocked a tooth or two out.

The guy smiled and untangled Steve’s hand from around his wrist, instead reversing the position and gripping the fine bones of Steve’s own wrist.

He didn’t let go as he walked slightly tot he side of Steve, so that he could see Alex better.

“Yeah, bud? You wanna try that partner beating bullshit again? Wanna get a concussion?” He asked, all smooth and unhinged and okay, maybe Steve was single now. He was definitely single. And sober. He hadn’t even had a drink yet, thanks to Alex.

“Fuck off, asshole. Get your hands off my boyfriend.” Alex retorted, cupping his nose to stem the flow of blood coming from it.

“Not your boyfriend anymore. You can go fuck yourself.” Steve spat right back. He was done with all….this. This constant ridiculous spectacle his life had become. He didn’t need Alex. He didn’t need his drama or his problems or his fucking addictions.

Alex tried to get up, tried to fumble his way into a shaky standing position but the other man wouldn’t let it happen. He tapped Alex’s knee with one big, black boot and sent him tumbling back down again.

And then he squeezed lightly at Steve’s wrist just to get his attention. It worked.

“You wanna come back inside? Maybe I can buy you a drink.” He suggested, face sliding into friendly territory. He wasn’t giving Steve a creepy vibe, he just-

“Yeah,” Steve agreed, swallowing back the bitterness of his night as Alex’s drunken groans echoed around them. “Let me call this idiot a fucking ride first. Hopefully for the last time.”

Steve learned that his savior’s name was Eddie. He was Eddie Munson, he was 25 years old. He played guitar in a little crust punk band but had a daytime job as a barista. He had a killer smile and pretty eyes and Steve wasn’t sure how he was still this easy but, well. He was easy.

“Fuck,” Steve cursed, back hitting the wall of a bathroom stall as Eddie crowded into him. His mouth was hit against Steve’s and tasted like copper. “Fuck- oh my god. Your- hey.”

Steve tried to interrupt but Eddie just cupped his jaw and bit at his lips like he was ravenous.

“You were too pretty for that guy,” Eddie sighed, threading a hand into Steve’s hair and pulling. Sliding a knee between his thighs and resting it there like a promise. “Gotta start finding better men, baby.”

Steve huffed out an amused noise, hands resting over Eddie’s waist. Bunched in the fabric of his jacket and shirt, winding under clothing to try and get to bare skin.

“Yeah? What about men who beat the shit out of my boyfriend?” Steve asked, lips brushing against Eddie’s.

“Ex boyfriend,” Eddie conceded with a raised brow. Steve snorted, already a little infatuated with this idiot. “And I don’t know, you’re the one making out with me in a gross bathroom.”

He kissed Steve again and licked past his lips, reopening the wound on his own. Steve could taste more blood, was sure that it was staining his mouth and chin.

“I do have a house. With a nice bed,” Steve moaned as Eddie descended on his neck, biting just under his ear. “And a shower. And-and plenty of first aid supplies.”

“Are you saying you don’t like the taste of my blood? I thought this was pretty kinky.” Eddie asked with a slight laugh.

Steve shrugged, lips lifting.

“I don’t know,” He mumbled. “It’s alright? Wanna find out if you like mine?”

#my fic #blurbs #tw blood play #tw blood

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