#murder!mark x reader

Murderplier/Murder!Mark x Reader. There’s nothing explicitly romantic, I just wrote it with a relationship in mind.

I’m new to tumblr, so I’m sorry if this is formatted weirdly or anything. I’m not really active here, but I wanted to try it out. I’m so sorry this was my first impression. Murder’s name is Crow in this, and I got that idea from this post.

Warnings: Kidnapping, knives, implications of torture, no actual blood or gore but there’s some slight mentions of it. You’re serial killers, it’s messed up, but there’s no actual murder or extreme violence.

Summery: You and Murderplier pick up a victim for a special occasion.

The man in your passenger seat was still sniffling and crying from his previous encounter with the big bad Murderplier. He'd come to your car for help, banging on the window and screaming bloody murder, and you'd had to let him in.

It was a good thing he wasn't local, or he would've known two things: 1) there were several reports of the killer working with an accomplice, and 2) this was not the way to a police station.

Crow, who was hidden in the shadows of the back seat, was waiting for the right moment to spring.

He didn't have to wait all that long, in the grand scheme of things. It was late, nearly two in the morning, so there was no traffic on the small town roads, and your stop was only thirty minutes away. It felt like an eternity even to you, though.

So, when you pulled up to the old, abandoned cabin, and your passenger finally started to question you, Crow wasted no time reaching around the head rest and pressing a knife to the man’s throat.

"What—"

"Shh," Crow shushed him with a sickly sweet voice, free hand cupping your victim's jaw and tilting his head up. "It'll be over soon, Brian."

"H— how do you know my name?" His voice shook as he asked, eyes full of that delicious fear. You leaned over the center console to admire it. You couldn't get enough.

"We know a lot about you. For example: you're a pharmacist, you live in Georgia, and you're here on vacation with your wife. Fine lady, might I add. Me and my partner might pay her a visit after this."

"Please don't hurt her," Brian pleaded, tears now freely streaming down his face.

"How about we make a deal?" Crow was almost whispering now, mouth close to Brian's ear. It was strangely intimate. "You walk calmly and quietly to that cabin over there, and let us tie you up without a fuss, and we'll leave your beloved be."

"H... how do I know you're gonna honor that?"

"You don't, really," Crow tilted his head, making a face like he was considering new information, "But our word is all you've got."

"We're not unreasonable people, Brian," you added, pressing a finger to his temple and dragging it down to his jaw, relishing the way his neck tensed.

"We just have needs," Crow agreed.

"I..." Brian gulped, squeezed his eyes shut, and let out a harsh breath.

"Going once..." you started, looking to Crow for a moment.

"Going twice..." he continued, digging the knife a little deeper into the tender flesh of Brian's throat.

"Okay!" The man burst out, a bead of sweat falling down his forehead. "Deal. Okay."

"Sold, to the man in white," you smirked, leaning back towards your own seat and climbing out of the car. You couldn't wait to see how fast it would turn red.

You walked around to haul him out, and Crow followed suit. The both of you took one of Brian's arms, just in case, and man-handled him towards the cabin.

His credit, he didn't do anything besides look towards the heavens and cry as Crow duct-taped him to a chair.

You, meanwhile, made sure the toolkit was in order one last time. You set the drill— with no less than four spare batteries— to the side; that bad boy was your favorite. The room was already covered in plastic sheets, and no-one was around to hear the screaming, so you were really looking foreword to taking your time.

"Are you ready?" Crow asked, and you turned around with a bone saw in your hands.