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dude your brave and loyal knight fucking bit me

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05/11/2024, 19:26

Take cover.

It's a strong instinct as he hears the first burst of sound from outside, his chest tightening as he shuffles under the bed, covering his ears and squeezing his eyes shut in preparation for the next explosion, holding his breath so that he doesn't start to hyperventilating.

When he opens his eyes again, there's a flash of light that paints the entire room red for a moment, making Enzo flinch, closing his eyes once more and curling up a little, gasping quietly as a sharp pain travels across his abdomen from a small collection of gunshot wounds there, forcing himself to stay quiet.

His palms are sweaty against his ears, chest heaving as he struggles for a proper breath. He doesn't think to call for anyone, doesn't even consider moving from where he is, even when there's a clearance in all the noise. Maybe they've run out of ammo, he wonders hopefully to himself, opening his eyes and glancing around.

There's no sound that accompanies the next flash of light, a confusing relief for Enzo. This particular flash bathes the room in a particularly bright green.

Green?

Of course it's green, he thinks to himself with an uneasy chuckle, they're fireworks! After a few moments of processing this discovery, he slowly crawls out from under the bed, laughing so that he doesn't cry.

A warning would've been lovely.

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17/02/1991, 21:16

Enzo doesn't know where he is.

He'd been dragged off the street directly after school, stabbed in the neck with something that made him pass out, and has woken up in a damp place, in the dark, unable to move much.

There's a cloth in his mouth that's too wound up to spit out, and his hands are zip-tied. He's stuck but he can hear, though it's muffled by how the cloth over his eyes covers his ears.

He's in a house, maybe a flat, given the fact that he can hear people and something outside. Then a doorbell rings and he hears someone, presumably his captor get up to answer it.

"Is there a problem, ma'am?" his captor asks once they've opened the door, sounding slightly uncomfortable.

Enzo attempts to scream, but the cloth in his mouth stops him. Damn it, if only he could get it out. He tries pushing it with his tongue but it doesn't budge.

"Good evenin'. Sorry to bother you this late but one of the kids I look after is missin' and I just wanted to know if anybody's seen him."

Thalia? Thalia came to find him? Now is not the time to focus on that though, he needs to figure out how to make enough noise to alert her before his captor manages to talk her away.

Then he gets an idea.

"Sorry, ma'am, I haven–" They're cut off by a loud thud as Enzo slams himself jawline first into the radiator. He knows if his jaw breaks, it'll fall, and that should get the cloth loose, at least. The only remotely useful thing his parents have told him.

"What was that?" Thalia sounds suspicious and concerned now. Enzo does it again, harder this time. Gods, it hurts but it's for the greater good.

"Probably just my cat — y'know how pets are," Enzo's captor attempts to say, though they sound even more anxious.

"Oh.."

With one last bang, Enzo's jaw snaps, mouth falling unnaturally wide, causing the cloth to roll out and, in a mix of pain and fear, Enzo screams, loud enough to hurt his own ears and throat, making sure it sounds human.

The sound of a struggle is followed by the sound of a gunshot and running footsteps and someone directly in front of him. "It's okay, kiddo, it's alright, they can't hurt you anymore," Thalia speaks, untying him quickly enough.

Enzo starts to cry, throwing his arms around her the moment he's able. It's cold and his arms hurt and his legs are numb and he thinks he might of knocked two of his teeth loose, but it's okay because Thalia's here and she'll make it all better, just like always.

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Enzo is a hell of a lot warmer than usual, a strange thing considering the weather, and it'd be easy to assume he has a fever. Though, it's clear in his eyes that ailment is not the cause of this heat. He needs Wilford, now.

Fidgeting with the waistband of the shorts, he looks at Wilford, blue eyes dark with want, pupils wide. "You're amazin', y'know that, sweetheart?" He presses kisses down to Wilford's chest, giving him a gentle bite near the nipple.

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@paperbackpieces-makemewhole it's been a while

One thing about Wilford: He could be quite the tease. He didn't do it often (He had a habit of crumbling under his partner if they gave him so much as puppy eyes), but when he did, he went all in.

Like right now, he was sitting on Enzo's desk. A challenge in itself, as he had to make room. Wearing the shortest shorts he could find, a pink shirt that left almost nothing to the imagination, and a strawberry sucker in his mouth.

Looking at the other man, a smile crosses over his face.

"Hello, my honeypot." He says, giving him a slow look over.

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"I'm not bein' that mean, baby..." he mutters, slowly moving the toy up to the tip of Murdock's cock, pressing lightly as he draws his own hips back a little, only to push back in relatively quickly. "But, I have missed you... And you deserve somethin' nice, don't you?"

He keeps moving his hips at the same pace, thrusts slightly shallower than they could be.

His darling detective. A murderer and the investigator. They were only one bout of cannibalism from being cast in the Silence of the Lambs. Murdock loves to indulge in the idea of the chase, even if Enzo can’t run like his victims. The thrill. Building up the tension, waiting for it to snap.

And his little surprises all along the way.

A note was slipped into his lunch (because if it’s not put together by him he knows that Enzo will forget). ‘Come home early tonight. Big surprise’

All that’s left to do is flip a coin.

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Surprises from Murdock are always a delight. They're always based on something the couple(?) have previously discussed — for example, chasing. That one had ended quite soon but it's the most fun Enzo has ever had while running. Quite the thrill, if nothing else.

He also appreciates how Murdock chooses to take care of him, especially the lunches. It's hard to forget to eat when his favourite person put it together.

Notes aren't uncommon in his lunches, usually something sweet laced with something that would scare anyone else. But today's note is exciting. A Big Surprise?

Enzo will be leaving at 4PM today.

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Enzo chuckles at Murdock's effort to kiss him, leaning in and turning the man's head to the side to press a kiss to his lips. Meanwhile, he slowly pushes further in until he's fully buried inside of Murdock, moaning into the kiss.

"Ask nicely, darlin'," he says against his lips, rolling his hips deeply, though stopping after one roll (a difficult endeavour, given how perfect it had felt but it'll be worth it).

His darling detective. A murderer and the investigator. They were only one bout of cannibalism from being cast in the Silence of the Lambs. Murdock loves to indulge in the idea of the chase, even if Enzo can’t run like his victims. The thrill. Building up the tension, waiting for it to snap.

And his little surprises all along the way.

A note was slipped into his lunch (because if it’s not put together by him he knows that Enzo will forget). ‘Come home early tonight. Big surprise’

All that’s left to do is flip a coin.

@murdersinthemaking

Surprises from Murdock are always a delight. They're always based on something the couple(?) have previously discussed — for example, chasing. That one had ended quite soon but it's the most fun Enzo has ever had while running. Quite the thrill, if nothing else.

He also appreciates how Murdock chooses to take care of him, especially the lunches. It's hard to forget to eat when his favourite person put it together.

Notes aren't uncommon in his lunches, usually something sweet laced with something that would scare anyone else. But today's note is exciting. A Big Surprise?

Enzo will be leaving at 4PM today.

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Enzo's hips still when he's less than halfway buried inside of Murdock, panting softly as he tries to recollect his thoughts a little. The way Murdock clenches around him is extremely distracting, though, because it feels so fucking good. Still he manages, stifling a moan in favour of speaking.

"How about next Friday? I have a meetin' that'll probably piss me off enough to make me a lot meaner," he mumbles, lightly running their still vibrating toy along Murdock's cock with a quiet hum.

His darling detective. A murderer and the investigator. They were only one bout of cannibalism from being cast in the Silence of the Lambs. Murdock loves to indulge in the idea of the chase, even if Enzo can’t run like his victims. The thrill. Building up the tension, waiting for it to snap.

And his little surprises all along the way.

A note was slipped into his lunch (because if it’s not put together by him he knows that Enzo will forget). ‘Come home early tonight. Big surprise’

All that’s left to do is flip a coin.

@murdersinthemaking

Surprises from Murdock are always a delight. They're always based on something the couple(?) have previously discussed — for example, chasing. That one had ended quite soon but it's the most fun Enzo has ever had while running. Quite the thrill, if nothing else.

He also appreciates how Murdock chooses to take care of him, especially the lunches. It's hard to forget to eat when his favourite person put it together.

Notes aren't uncommon in his lunches, usually something sweet laced with something that would scare anyone else. But today's note is exciting. A Big Surprise?

Enzo will be leaving at 4PM today.

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It's very tempting to actually tie Murdock's hands behind his back, the sight of the ropes against his skin mildly intoxicating. "Whatever I want? That's too much power, sweetheart."

He leans down to press himself against Murdock's back once more, a smile on his face as he hums deeply. "I ain't bein' cruel, darlin'... Not tonight, anyway," he says, pressing a kiss to Murdock's jaw, running a hand down the man's torso, stopping at his hip as his other hand pulls his own boxers down before pulling the toy out of Murdock's ass.

He doesn't leave Murdock empty for long, giving himself a few quick strokes before slowly pushing into him with a groan.

His darling detective. A murderer and the investigator. They were only one bout of cannibalism from being cast in the Silence of the Lambs. Murdock loves to indulge in the idea of the chase, even if Enzo can’t run like his victims. The thrill. Building up the tension, waiting for it to snap.

And his little surprises all along the way.

A note was slipped into his lunch (because if it’s not put together by him he knows that Enzo will forget). ‘Come home early tonight. Big surprise’

All that’s left to do is flip a coin.

@murdersinthemaking

Surprises from Murdock are always a delight. They're always based on something the couple(?) have previously discussed — for example, chasing. That one had ended quite soon but it's the most fun Enzo has ever had while running. Quite the thrill, if nothing else.

He also appreciates how Murdock chooses to take care of him, especially the lunches. It's hard to forget to eat when his favourite person put it together.

Notes aren't uncommon in his lunches, usually something sweet laced with something that would scare anyone else. But today's note is exciting. A Big Surprise?

Enzo will be leaving at 4PM today.

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Step right up to my desk, and if you pay a small fee of one coin, you can finally send your muse to therapy!

…why are you leaving? /j

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23/07/2004, 23:17

"Holy shit..." Anna whispers, wide-eyed and breathless as she stares up at the ceiling.

Enzo looks down at her with an easy smile, unlit cigarette between his teeth. "You alright, sugar?"

Anna simply nods, a shaky smile spreading across her face. "You sure know how to please a woman, huh?"

Enzo raises his eyebrows, a chuckle leaving him, deeper than his usual voice. "Well I certainly try, babydoll; I'm glad you enjoyed."

"Mmhm... I don't think I felt you cum though, darling," she mentions, sitting up carefully.

"It doesn't matter, s'long as you did."

Anna's brow furrows and, in a very quick succession of events, moves onto Enzo's lap, hands on his shoulders. "Nuh-uh, babe — I like to reciprocate when somebody rocks my world like that, especially with just their fingers."

Enzo's cigarette falls from his slightly parted lips as he stares up at her, hands moving to her hips and squeezing. "Well I ain't complainin' — y' look awfully pretty on top a' me.."

"Glad you think so, because I won't be getting off for a while, cowboy."

And Anna keeps her word — she rides him until the sun rises, with a few breaks in between, of course.

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As Murdock talks, Enzo's other arm moves to wrap around him, squeezing his chest gently before rubbing the man's nipple with his thumb. "Promise I'll make it up to you, sweetheart." And with a kiss to his shoulder, he moves back for less than a minute so that he can get undressed, only keep his boxers on for now.

Then he's redirecting his attention back to Murdock, one of his hands trailing from the curve of his lower back to where the toy rests inside of him. The he twists it, just to see Murdock's reaction.

His darling detective. A murderer and the investigator. They were only one bout of cannibalism from being cast in the Silence of the Lambs. Murdock loves to indulge in the idea of the chase, even if Enzo can’t run like his victims. The thrill. Building up the tension, waiting for it to snap.

And his little surprises all along the way.

A note was slipped into his lunch (because if it’s not put together by him he knows that Enzo will forget). ‘Come home early tonight. Big surprise’

All that’s left to do is flip a coin.

@murdersinthemaking

Surprises from Murdock are always a delight. They're always based on something the couple(?) have previously discussed — for example, chasing. That one had ended quite soon but it's the most fun Enzo has ever had while running. Quite the thrill, if nothing else.

He also appreciates how Murdock chooses to take care of him, especially the lunches. It's hard to forget to eat when his favourite person put it together.

Notes aren't uncommon in his lunches, usually something sweet laced with something that would scare anyone else. But today's note is exciting. A Big Surprise?

Enzo will be leaving at 4PM today.

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'Plain Ol' Wilford' is Enzo's favourite kind, funnily enough, evidenced by the way he eagerly runs his hand along Wilford's bare torso, pushing the open shirt off his shoulders to give more room for him to touch.

Despite how warm the entire situation is making him, Enzo still shivers as his shirt is unbuttoned, pulling Wilford closer to him with a whine because he hates feeling cold and Wilford's oh so warm.

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@paperbackpieces-makemewhole it's been a while

One thing about Wilford: He could be quite the tease. He didn't do it often (He had a habit of crumbling under his partner if they gave him so much as puppy eyes), but when he did, he went all in.

Like right now, he was sitting on Enzo's desk. A challenge in itself, as he had to make room. Wearing the shortest shorts he could find, a pink shirt that left almost nothing to the imagination, and a strawberry sucker in his mouth.

Looking at the other man, a smile crosses over his face.

"Hello, my honeypot." He says, giving him a slow look over.

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"Sorry I kept you waitin', baby... Woulda come home sooner if I knew what you were plannin'," he mumbles, pressing a kiss between Murdock's shoulder blades, the kisses moving up until the front of his body is pressed against Murdock's back, squeezing Murdock's hip.

"Hope you weren't plannin' on doin' anythin' tomorrow."

His darling detective. A murderer and the investigator. They were only one bout of cannibalism from being cast in the Silence of the Lambs. Murdock loves to indulge in the idea of the chase, even if Enzo can’t run like his victims. The thrill. Building up the tension, waiting for it to snap.

And his little surprises all along the way.

A note was slipped into his lunch (because if it’s not put together by him he knows that Enzo will forget). ‘Come home early tonight. Big surprise’

All that’s left to do is flip a coin.

@murdersinthemaking

Surprises from Murdock are always a delight. They're always based on something the couple(?) have previously discussed — for example, chasing. That one had ended quite soon but it's the most fun Enzo has ever had while running. Quite the thrill, if nothing else.

He also appreciates how Murdock chooses to take care of him, especially the lunches. It's hard to forget to eat when his favourite person put it together.

Notes aren't uncommon in his lunches, usually something sweet laced with something that would scare anyone else. But today's note is exciting. A Big Surprise?

Enzo will be leaving at 4PM today.

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Enzo makes it home by 16:04, having left work earlier than planned, the thought of what Murdock might have planned making it hard to focus on the rather mundane case in front of him. Not that he's complaining.

As he walks into the house, he immediately makes his way to the bedroom after locking the door, knocked breathless by the wonderful sight he's treated to, biting his bottom lip as he takes it in.

"Well, hello there, darlin'.." He doesn't think he's ever gotten this hard this quickly in his life, slowly walking towards Murdock, resting a hand on the man's hip. "Gods, you look good."

His darling detective. A murderer and the investigator. They were only one bout of cannibalism from being cast in the Silence of the Lambs. Murdock loves to indulge in the idea of the chase, even if Enzo can’t run like his victims. The thrill. Building up the tension, waiting for it to snap.

And his little surprises all along the way.

A note was slipped into his lunch (because if it’s not put together by him he knows that Enzo will forget). ‘Come home early tonight. Big surprise’

All that’s left to do is flip a coin.

@murdersinthemaking

Surprises from Murdock are always a delight. They're always based on something the couple(?) have previously discussed — for example, chasing. That one had ended quite soon but it's the most fun Enzo has ever had while running. Quite the thrill, if nothing else.

He also appreciates how Murdock chooses to take care of him, especially the lunches. It's hard to forget to eat when his favourite person put it together.

Notes aren't uncommon in his lunches, usually something sweet laced with something that would scare anyone else. But today's note is exciting. A Big Surprise?

Enzo will be leaving at 4PM today.

[paperbackpieces-makemewhole]

His darling detective. A murderer and the investigator. They were only one bout of cannibalism from being cast in the Silence of the Lambs. Murdock loves to indulge in the idea of the chase, even if Enzo can’t run like his victims. The thrill. Building up the tension, waiting for it to snap.

And his little surprises all along the way.

A note was slipped into his lunch (because if it’s not put together by him he knows that Enzo will forget). ‘Come home early tonight. Big surprise’

All that’s left to do is flip a coin.

@murdersinthemaking

Surprises from Murdock are always a delight. They're always based on something the couple(?) have previously discussed — for example, chasing. That one had ended quite soon but it's the most fun Enzo has ever had while running. Quite the thrill, if nothing else.

He also appreciates how Murdock chooses to take care of him, especially the lunches. It's hard to forget to eat when his favourite person put it together.

Notes aren't uncommon in his lunches, usually something sweet laced with something that would scare anyone else. But today's note is exciting. A Big Surprise?

Enzo will be leaving at 4PM today.

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Enzo happily deepens the kiss with a groan, his hand lightly gripping the back of Wilford's shirt. The shirt he is currently wishing wasn't on at the moment, given that it's blocking access to the absolutely gorgeous specimen of a man in his lap right now.

He loves how easily Wilford crumbles for him — it's adorable while also being so fucking hot. His hips buck up against him, an accident really but oh well.

His hands move to the front of Wilford's shirt, undoing each button quickly yet carefully, wanting to touch him directly.

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@paperbackpieces-makemewhole it's been a while

One thing about Wilford: He could be quite the tease. He didn't do it often (He had a habit of crumbling under his partner if they gave him so much as puppy eyes), but when he did, he went all in.

Like right now, he was sitting on Enzo's desk. A challenge in itself, as he had to make room. Wearing the shortest shorts he could find, a pink shirt that left almost nothing to the imagination, and a strawberry sucker in his mouth.

Looking at the other man, a smile crosses over his face.

"Hello, my honeypot." He says, giving him a slow look over.

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Enzo pulls Wilford as close to him as possible, arms wrapped around him like vines, one on his back and the other around his waist as he runs his tongue along his bottom lip, needing to feel more of him, to get closer.

Everything about being this close to Wilford feels like the most perfect thing in the world, a safe haven, a slice of heaven on earth just for the two of them to share.

He will never tire of the feeling.

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@paperbackpieces-makemewhole it's been a while

One thing about Wilford: He could be quite the tease. He didn't do it often (He had a habit of crumbling under his partner if they gave him so much as puppy eyes), but when he did, he went all in.

Like right now, he was sitting on Enzo's desk. A challenge in itself, as he had to make room. Wearing the shortest shorts he could find, a pink shirt that left almost nothing to the imagination, and a strawberry sucker in his mouth.

Looking at the other man, a smile crosses over his face.

"Hello, my honeypot." He says, giving him a slow look over.