#small vices

[murdersinthemaking]

Wilford was starved of attention.

Despite getting it near constantly, he could never get enough of it. And when it came to Murdock, oh, he was like a plant finally seeing sun when it came to getting his attention. Though as of late... He felt as if they hadn't been around each other enough. Sure, they still spent time together, but he wished for more. Craved more. And what Wilford wanted, he would get.

And this method was sure to work. He knew it would. And if it didn't, then he was fucked.

Per his request, Murdock should be arriving to his filming studio at any moment. And when he arrives, Wilford has quite the sight ready for him: He's in his favorite lingerie. Interviewing a guest. With a full studio audience.

Let the show begin.

-@carnivalofchaos

It’d been ages since he had the chance to see Wilford, trying to find the time to see his lover through new show bookings and a string of new kills. One was in the works to dedicate to the show host, to leave a string of rival hosts in precarious positions. Murdock loves watching the show life, including the typically outrageously violent ending.

Ushered into the viewing room at first, he’s left with the live camera shots of Wilford. Oh. Now this was a show to watch. The staff have disappeared for now, leaving Murdock to watch him interview. In lingerie. Every eye on him…

[murdersinthemaking]

It's been a rough week for Enzo.

He's barely had a chance to sit down, let alone relax, due to a rather difficult hands-on case with a deadline for the end of the week.

However, he'd managed to finish it early, with a distinct lack of sleep and a desperate need for at least a night without any thoughts.

Which is why he's invited Murdock over, answering the door in barely anything and dragging the taller man to his bedroom, where there are a few toys laid out.

Dropping to his knees in front of Murdock, Enzo stares up at him with hazy, pleading eyes and utters two simple words.

"Ruin me."

@paperbackpieces-makemewhole

An invite to Enzo’s always meant something fun, either a cozy night in or a little bit of stress relief. They’d only spoken once this week, some long winded case that had captured his lovers attention. Murdock had two victims ready to make public, but he kept them on ice until Enzo had time off. There wasn’t a need for such a hassle.

Not a single hello is out of his mouth as he walks in, quickly following into the bedroom and watching the detective fall to his knees. How could he deny that? “Aww, poor little thing. Have you been waiting for me all week? Don’t worry your pretty little head anymore. Can you show me what toys you want me to use?”

[murdersinthemaking]

Aaron's resting, digging his nails into Murdock's chest as he sits impaled on his cock, when he thinks of something he wants to ask. Because Aaron doesn't know what the word 'timing' means, and he has the impulse control of a toddler.

"You ever have twins?" He asks with a purr, stretching and rolling his hips lazily, content in making himself feel satisfied, but not giving Murdock the same consideration. "I think that'd be fun, haven't done that in a while. We could make it a party."

"He's a real bummer, though, might have to convince him."

For a murderer, he wasn’t cunning enough to deduce exactly how he’s ended up like this. Murdock remembers walking into a house after disposing of a kill and it almost feels blank after that. He’s not sure if he’s even been out of the house since then. Face twisting in torturous pleasure, slouching back against the headboard as he’s denied once more.

“Is this really the time?” Ace had been appearing rarely. A quiet, lonely little thing that looked like a soaking wet dog kicked off of a cliff. Murdock moans again, trying to force his hips high enough for pleasurable friction.

[murdersinthemaking]

What’s this? A video from Murdock? It’s not that long either, only a minute or so. But the little smile he sends alongside and the continued bubble of typing promises more.

From the inside of Carmilla, he’s leant against the seat and nearly breaking the steering wheel in his grip. “Darling, I’m so sorry I’ve been gone so long.” Work, whether personal or contractual always took up time. Some took him across the country, hunting down his victims for up to a month before going into for the kill. And he would always make up for it.

“I’ve missed you…god I’ve missed you,” he groans, words straining through gritted teeth. In the faint light of the car and the flickering motel lights beside him, the glint of his buckle being undone flashes in the camera. Those same leather gloves, the ones that hide any evidence and trace down his lovers skin.

Murdock drags his fingertip down his cock, hissing and throwing his head back against the seat. “I’ve waited two weeks for this…but I can’t waste this can I? Not when you’re waiting for me, right?”

A second video is sent. And a location.

[murdersinthemaking]

Merrick has Violet under control, truly. There's no doubt in her mind that the wretch is fully contained, trapped, and locked away behind several barriers of her mind.

But sometimes, that bitch loves to bang on the door.

It won't shut up. Constant whispers mashed and layered over one another, telling her the horrid things she could be doing. It doesn't hurt, but it's annoying, exhausting to focus on much else. She needs to get out of her own head...

"Darling... Sir," she calls out in that meek tone, kneeling in the middle of the bed in a sheer white negligee. It's been a while, but she needs Murdock to take control. And as soon as burgundy eyes land on him, she can't hold back a whine. "Please..."

@merrick-of-violet

Despite the proof Merrick didn’t need to be treated with kid gloves, he couldn’t ever be mean to her. She could raze and scorch the earth just by looking at it, yet Murdock couldn’t offer the same treatment to her. With one exception. If cruelty and pain brought her pleasure and a quiet mind, he couldn’t deny it. Leaving the half read book on the side, he follows the sound of her pleading voice.

“Darling? You poor thing..” he croons, a finger slipping beneath the sheer neckline. “Do you want me to help you?” Murdock sits beside her, hands roaming underneath her clothes and scratching down her sides.

[murdersinthemaking]

"Is this alright?"

Ace has never touched anyone else like this. People have tried, for years, but between an overzealous team of bodyguards, and Ace's own hesitance, it's never gotten this far.

Much less in the backseat of a car, hidden away from everyone.

He's unsure, and he's nervous, but he sits down on Murdock's lap and rolls his hips and nothing else matters. It feels good, and he knows— He's done things before. He knows how to feel good. But with Murdock it's different. Because Ace wants to go farther with him.

His hands hold onto the man's shoulders, and he whimpers quietly, trying to gauge what his— what Murdock likes. "I don't know what to do," he admits quietly, whining softly as he shifts and it jostles him. "I want to make you feel good. Teach, ah, teach me how?"

After so long, he finally gets to have alone time with Ace. Leaving the hearse abandoned in the shed, he finally brings out his own car. Carmilla, painted a rich blood red and polished until it perfectly reflects the stars in the sky. Their own date has been perfectly fine, a little meal in a diner and a walk in a park. The Graves guards weren’t too far away from them, likely a gun constantly aimed at Murdock for a single slip up.

Driving back from the date, the guards seem to eventually stop following the car entirely. Sure that he wouldn’t try and kill or harm Ace on the way back home. One hand had stayed on him, grasping his thigh throughout the drive back home. Passing through the woods on a diversion back, they have to pull off before they crash the car.

“That’s good..you’re doing so well sweetheart.” Both hands grip Aces thighs, groping at them and pulling him against his lap. “You want my help sweetheart? Have you ever done this before?”

[murdersinthemaking]

(Who’s ready for a special sinday drop?)

[murdersinthemaking]

🍑🍍🍄

-Lola

(For spy boy :3)

“I don’t mind a bit of a quickie, getting straight to it and all. It’s fun, since most of the time, it’s sex with a target or a fling while I’m going abroad. I don’t think I’ve had anything with proper foreplay, nothing more than a bit of kissing before going straight to it.”

“Pan in regards to sex, masc leaning bi with romance.”

“There’s been a couple of good ones.” And since he’s going to lie, here’s the real ones. Murdock getting fucked over Jackson’s desk and forced to stay quiet, Kalina pegging him and denying him.