#paperbackpieces makemewhole

[the-graves-family]

Most interesting stories start with Ace wandering off while Aaron is distracted.

Usually, he has a crew of carers that follow him around when Aaron doesn't need him. It's how he's kept clean and fed. And out of police custody. But he evaded them without meaning to, having seen something interesting and going off to inspect it. He can be very stealthy when he wants to.

This is how he finds himself navigating poorly lit streets, alone, looking around for anything familiar. Hard when he's got the memory of a goldfish.

And that's probably underselling the goldfish.

He's smiling, as he always is, but he is distantly aware that Aaron will be very angry with him when he does manage to get back. Angry enough to send him to The Room, maybe. Ace won't like that.

Movement out of the corner of his eye makes him turn his head, grin widening, exposing sharpened teeth. A new friend? "Hello?"

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[lost-soul-in-time-archives]

Enzo had finally taken time off from work for once, even if it’s only a few days. He’s spent most of the day on his computer just listening to music and learning the notation for the songs he likes.

Then his favourite song starts to play and a quiet continuous hum can be heard from Enzo as he flaps his hands, spinning quickly in his chair (thank god for Bluetooth headphones). He has a bright smile on his face but it’s barely visible with how he quickly shakes his head.

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Oliver hadn’t expected nor intended to find Enzo in his cheerful mood, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. When his presence isn’t noticed upon stepping into the room, he leans against the doorframe and is content with just watching Enzo spin around in his chair, happy in his own little world.

“You’ve got a spring in your step today, it seems.” He speaks once Enzo notices him, a small, amused smile on his face.

[lost-soul-in-time]

He should've controlled himself better; he knows that, he'd tried to. However, the rage overpowered his reason in the moment and now...

He's sitting on the floor against the door of an empty flat, his hands, face and shirt covered in blood, his jacket slipping off of his shoulders to reveal the sleeveless turtleneck he's wearing and his chest heaving as he tries to breathe.

Fuck, it was fun though.

@paperbackpieces-makemewhole

Maybe Oliver had grown to be slightly naive over the years, but while any other person would’ve seen this stranger and thought danger, he’s instead flooded with concern at the alluring disheveled sight of a man leaning back weakly against his front door. This certainly hasn’t been part of his non-existent evening plan.

Silently debating on whether or not he should approach the man or not — face creased slightly in nervous energy — he leisurely begins to approach the slumped over frame, looking over him for any sign of wounds.

[lost-soul-in-time]

...

@paperbackpieces-makemewhole

OG Enzo skdjkdk

I ride dick like a bat out of hell but my fucked up knee and arthritic hips and ankles r popping and cracking so loud with every thrust it sounds like a fucking gunfight.

[late-night-cabaret]

[ 📲 text: ]  i’m wearing something you might like right now

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Yancy liked to think of himself as a capable boss. He knew when to focus on the task at hand, and he was able to keep deadlines and manage multiple tasks at once. But all of that seemed to fly out the window with just a few words from Enzo. Whatever he's doing at the time is utterly forgotten as he reads the text.

[αγάπη μου❤️] Oh? Can I see, baby? You know Daddy loves it when you dress up for him.

[carnivalofchaos]

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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.

[merrick-of-violet]

This is not Enzo's usual scene.

Matt had enthusiastically declared that they were going out tonight, which honestly should've been his first warning — Matt never drags him anywhere without some kind of plan to 'get him laid'.

Usually, it's something inconspicuous, like a bar or some party, but apparently Matt has tired of subtlety.

Enzo hasn't left his seat in about an hour, seemingly adamant on not looking at any of the dancers, lest he have a heart attack.

However, one lady keeps catching his eye; she's gorgeous. He thinks he heard someone call her Amethyst.

And Matt has noticed, unfortunately, and has stumbled over to her while she's at the bar.

@paperbackpieces-makemewhole, L!Enzo

Merrick is more observant than a lot of people give her credit for, especially in this kind of setting. It's a vital skill, however, and she uses it to see what kind of night she's going to have. To keep an eye out for any potential sleazeballs and assholes.

Or for her favorite kind of guest... the shy ones.

She is used to people staring at her, so the only reason she notices Enzo looking her way is because she seems to be the one catching his eye the most. How sweet!

As she is at the bar for a drink and thinking about approaching him, someone comes up to the bar. It's the guy he came in with... she smiles brilliantly at him. "Hey there, handsome. Having a good time tonight?"

[the-graves-family]

Ace hums happily, not really willing to leave Enzo's lap for the time being. He's satisfied for now, although that could change, and his friend holds him in a way he likes.

Aaron's facial expression twitches briefly into something empty and dark when Enzo talks back, but he quickly smooths it over and and shrugs. "Waste of time. Go get him cleaned up then, if you want to check in so badly." He'd take care of himself, which was the usual for him.

Enzo smiles at Ace and kisses his forehead. "Good."

Glancing at Aaron over Ace's shoulder, Enzo's expression changes to a faux pout. "Am I not allowed to check in? You never let me do it with you but Ace seems to enjoy it. But yes, we're done."

[mariasymphony]

Maria has been much more anxious than usual.

At first, Enzo thought he had done something to have made feel uncomfortable around him but, as time went on and she opened up to him more about certain things, he found that that wasn't the case.

However, the true reason for her increased anxiety makes him angry. Not at Maria, of course, but at the person responsible for it — her ex.

So, on a day where Maria said she'd be busy with rehearsals, Enzo takes a day off to personally deal with her ex. In a way he hasn't had to in a long while.

So there he is, on a rooftop, with his old M39, watching the man through the scope, ready to shoot once there are less people around him.

@paperbackpieces-makemewhole, SD!Enzo

Maria hated this.

It has been almost two years since she's broken up with her ex-boyfriend, about a year and a half since she's even seen him (he violated the restraining order and got arrested). Things have been amazing. She met Enzo and his sweet daughter Abbey. He's always so kind and understanding of her issues, and she enjoys spending time with him. So why did she feel a sense of dread in the pit of her stomach.

Tomorrow would have been their two year anniversary. It's a date she wishes she could scrub from her brain, but... she can't. It has to be why she feels this way, right?

Even Enzo had noticed her anxiety spiking, and while it had been difficult to open up about her past, it also made her feel a little better confiding in him. And now, the day before her big performance (why did it have to be the 9th), she's finishing up the final rehearsal.

Unknown to her, the man in question is parked outside of the music hall several yards away, scribbling something in his notebook. People make their way down the sidewalks, going about their day, not knowing what could be in store for them.

Maria leaves the building with Wolfgang, always feeling better with him at her side. Stepping off to the small patch of grass, she kneels down to pet him and offer a small treat. "Good boy, Wolfie..." She murmurs to him.

The man in the car watches but makes no other moves.

[freebirdyance]

It's been a long ass day for Enzo already.

He's only been awake for about 4 hours but in that time he has struggled immensely — apparently he'd slept in a weird position and now he can't move his legs. Thanks spinal cord injury.

So Enzo has been in his wheelchair. Not the worst thing in the world but he can't reach the only thing he's wanted all day: Yancy's lips. But he'll manage; he has an idea.

In a rather quick motion, Enzo has grabbed Yancy's tie and gently pulled the usually shorter man to his level, pressing a kiss to his lips.

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"Hey, sweetheart, what d'you think you'd... mh?"

Whatever Yancy was going to ask gets lost in the ether as he watches Enzo's hand wrap around his tie. It's... much more distracting than he's expecting, even more so when he's being pulled down into a kiss.

Yancy is used to being the shorter one in the relationship, so this is a pleasant surprise for him. Humming deeply, the brief surprise passes, and he kisses him back, resting a hand on the side of his neck. "Hmm, hello to you, too," he murmurs against his lips after a moment.

[the-graves-family]

[care] + “Is that…. somebody’s hand?” + “Will you tell me how it happened?” with Mafia!Aaron

@paperbackpieces-makemewhole

It's not just his neck.

Aaron has bruises everywhere. His lip's split and bleeding, the skin over his nose broken. His shirt's off and he'd been in the middle of cleaning up. Handprints on his throat and waist.

Shame on him for keeping his door unlocked.

He glares up at Enzo, a sneer twisting his lips. It hurts. "Why do you care?"

Some play with a few ill-advised people had turned sour when he'd been recognized. It had turned some fun into a brawl. Ruined his night out.

"I don't pay you to care about shit like this."

[lost-soul-in-time-archives]

While they could both move to Murdock’s bedroom later on, Oliver wouldn’t be waiting any longer than he’s already had to. Once he feels the push on his shoulder, he allows himself to be guided down onto his knees, kneeling in front of him and immediately moving his hand to take purchase on his hip while the other holds his cock with a feather-light grip. His thumb brushes over the tip while his tongue moves down to graze over the short row of piercings on the underside, moving down to hold him from the base before taking the head into his mouth and sucking gently.

Oliver firmly holds onto his hip while he presses his tongue along a few of the piercings, humming around him as he takes him further. His eyes never leave Murdock’s face, gauging his reactions as he puts his mouth to good use.

Murdock was ridiculously gorgeous, and it wasn’t fair at all whatsoever.

To say that he’s a distraction would be more than an understatement. He’s barely able to stay focused on the small patch of flowers behind the house whenever he’s outside with him because all Oliver can think about is how his hair falls perfectly and frames his face to make him look god-like. Whenever he’s in the middle of a conversation with him, Oliver can’t help but zone out and notice how his turtleneck hugs his frame and barely leaves any room for the imagination. His blood red eyes are a breathtaking sea of red, and his charm is captivating.

Fuck. He can’t concentrate at all.

They hadn’t even established exactly what their relationship is yet, but he couldn’t just go back to being friends if Murdock were to ask that of him. Not when all he wants to do every second of the day is kiss him breathless. He’s been trying to find a new spot of grass to extend the garden, but no progress has been made, considering the amount of time he’s sat out here staring at the existing area of flowers. Maybe an hour? Time passes quickly for him.

Red hydrangeas. They remind him of Murdock. Shit.

— @lost-soul-in-time

Ever since their little moment, Murdocks been in an excitably giddy state. Not even thinking about trying to plan his next murder spree for the first time in almost a decade. Considering what he could do for Oliver in an attempt to make things a little more like a home. Giving up on buying a replacement set of clothes for himself in an effort to fix the holes in the kitchen walls and finding a working stove. There’s probably something wrong with the fact he’s only trying to fix the house now that he’s aware Oliver lives there, but he can think about that later.

Something hadn’t been right with him since that night, where he’d fallen asleep in the spirits arms. Oliver zones out more than he thought was possible, trailing off to stare at him. Murdock should mind being gawked at, but he’s practically doing the same. Dressed to the nines ever single day, enviably gorgeous in the sunlight.

After managing to scrape together a little bit extra to buy a treat for tonight, Murdock hopes it doesn’t look too romantic. A discounted Valentine’s Day cake, shaped like a heart. That couldn’t be misconstrued. “Oliver? Darling, can you come inside?”

[lost-soul-in-time-archives]

Enzo isn't sure what's come over him as to why he's being so forward. Maybe it's because he truly loves Oliver, more than anything. But today, he's almost desperate to please, and so he decides to be upfront about it.

"Noll, darlin', I wanna make you feel as good as you make me feel. I wanna worship you... Can I?"

Okay, maybe he isn't as forward as he'd wanted to be but hopefully his words properly convey how he's feeling well enough.

@paperbackpieces-makemewhole

It isn’t a secret that Oliver adores Enzo, and with that adoration came his want to please him as much as he possibly could. He hadn’t expected tonight to be any different, but he visibly falters when Enzo makes his request. He always aims to please him… but he couldn’t ever deny him of anything.

“I’m—” he lightly clears his throat, attempting to keep his composure while he still could. It’s obvious he’s never been in this position before, but he trusts Enzo with the whole of him. Even with his nervousness slightly increasing, he’s still just as willing to accept whatever he’s given. “Yes, of course.”

[lost-soul-in-time]

HEAT & TASTE with og!Oliver

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Oliver is awoken by the sound of a hitched moan and something hard pressed against him.

A deep groan is pulled from him as his slumber is interrupted, and it takes him a moment to realize the situation through the fuzz in his mind. Enzo's body is pressed impossibly close to him, both legs loosely wrapped around one of his own as his hips occasionally twitch up into the muscle of his thigh. With the both of them laid bare from their other activities before bed last night, Oliver gets a clear view of his husband's need.

His cock is hard and red with need, a warm weight which slowly leaks with pre-cum with each roll of his hips, and his mouth practically waters at the sight. Oliver's conflicted on whether he wants to pull away from the comfort of the bed to take him into his mouth, or if he wants to aid him differently. As a soft whimper of his name is muttered into his chest, he can feel his own length twitch with interest and his question is answered.

Slowly as to not wake him just yet, he presses his thigh further against him and traces one hand over his lower back, movements slow and calculated. He leans down to hide his face in Enzo's hair and takes a deep breath in to savor the freshly washed scent, humming deeply in content. Every inch of him has always been so soft, and his touch strays down further to graze his ass, unable to resist giving a firm squeeze.

If Oliver were a living man, he would be the death of him. How was it possible for one man to wield such perfection and use it to bring him to his knees every single time?

“Darling.” He whispers beside his ear, one finger tracing a line towards Enzo’s cock until his thumb slowly moves to circle over the tip. It’s impossible to take his eyes off of him, and he watches in awe as his mouth hangs open with a loud moan and he begins to shift, eyes moving below closed eyelids.

He’s finally awake.

“Wha… O-Oliver—?” Enzo tries to speak, eyes fluttering open and staring up at him with momentary confusion, but when a hand closes around his length and begins to steadily stroke him, he cuts himself off with a gasp and a whine as he desperately begins thrusting into his touch. Oliver watches for a sign or a reason to stop, but all he sees and feels is his husband’s leg hitching over his hip to keep his close. His lips brush over his own as he pants against him, and while he feels his own need grow stronger, he’s more focused on pushing him further.

“I heard my name. You sounded so lovely, I couldn’t resist.” Oliver murmurs against his mouth as he leans down to plant kisses along his jaw and neck, his teeth grazing his pulse and a smile spreading over his face at the hitched breath it earns. “I want to know what you were dreaming of, more than anything, but I want you to cum first. Can you do that, my love?”

“Gods, yes, I’m close, please—”

“Go on then. Let go, darling.”

Enzo’s face barely manages to hide away in the crook of his neck before he’s shaking apart with a hefty moan, coating his hand in his release and gripping over tightly as if he’d float away from him at any moment. Oliver works him through it quietly muttered reassurances and praise, pulling back enough to capture his mouth in a kiss before slowing his hand to a halt.

“You did so well, my dear. You’re always so beautiful.” He praises, bringing his hand up between them and raising two cum-covered fingers to his lips. “Although, you still need to clean up your mess…”

Seeing Enzo shiver reminds him of his own arousal which only increases by tenfold when his husband doesn’t hesitate to lean down and suck his fingers clean of his release. With his eyes hooded, still holding that wonderful glow, his tongue collects every bit of it with the occasional hum, never looking away. God, he was his only weakness.

When he felt ready, and if he’d let him, he was going to fuck him mindless.

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[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?”