#murdcck

[theseancekid]

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     "It’s a bullshit charge, anyway.” Klaus grumbles under his breath as the officer removes the cuffs around his wrist. “And for the record, I didn’t need your help. Could’a called my brother, saved you the embarrassment of being seen around me...”

If he’s harsh, it’s only because he’s on the defensive. He’s never seen Matt angry before— not with him at least. Sure, it’s not a great look for a criminal defense lawyer to bail his own boyfriend out of jail. And sure, Klaus maybe said a few things he shouldn’t have, called a few too many names to the cops and attorneys that Matt deals with on a daily basis. But in his defense, it WAS a bullshit charge. 

     He was just dicking around! Boys will be boys, or whatever that saying is, and sometimes boys just like to chuck empty beer bottles on the ground and watch them shatter just for the fun of it. He was only being dumb— and maybe just slightly tripping balls on ketamine— but since when is there a $1,000 fine for that?!

“Hey, don’t be mad at me.” He sighs as he trails behind Matt over to the clerical desk for release. “It won’t happen again, ‘kay? I’ll pay back your bail money. C’mon. Matt? Matty? Matthew? C’mon. It’s not my fault your friends are assholes. C’mon, just say something.”

#murdcck #idk if we've ever seen them fight but idk it's time for some CONFRONTATION!!!!!!

[huntershowl]

@murdcck said:

simplicity - muse a playfully runs their finger along the bridge of muse b’s nose in one swift motion Lmaoaoao

THE ACTION IS MET WITH A LOOK OF UTTER SHOCK from the hound — when the devil reached toward her face, she expected something... else. anything else. a slap, a grab. he got in too fast for her to deflect, so she braced, but felt only the featherlike motion of his fingertip swiping down her nose as if to a child. regardless of intent, hellhound is hellhound, so she bares her teeth and goes in for a swift knee to the abdomen.

#>> IN. #murdcck #{ he L P SKDJHKDSKJDHSKD }

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@murdcck said: “if they catch us here, we're in trouble.”

She knows they should stop, but his hands feel like heaven and it's not like he's stopping either. Pressed against the cool tile, fingers curl into his shirt to pull him as close as possible. Her lips ghost over the skin of his face, breath hot and the softest of moans slip out as one hand slips under his shirt to feel the bare skin of his abdomen.

❝ Mhm.. we should stop... ❞ Yet, her lips find his and Emma succumbs to the whims of the heart and the fire that burns in the pit of her stomach. Teeth catch on his bottom lip, a small nip but sharp all the same.

❝ But I don't want to... ❞

#murdcck #.emma swan // answered ask #suggestive tw #askdljghsadk 👀

[hcze]

OPEN STARTER;

     The bartender leans on the counter, confiding in a soft tone at the one before him.              ❛ Guy checking you out at 2 ò clock, should I scare him off? ❜

#-throws my son at all of you- #↪ Tom #murdcck #murdcck ( 001 ) #Matt ( Tom ) #Matt ( Tom ) 001

[gcroinya]

@murdcck​​ said:   “ do you ever think we should just stop doing this? ”  ╱╱  RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS 2.0 ╱╱ accepting      

THE  CITY  THAT  NEVER  SLEEPS  RIGHT  BELOW  THEIR  FEET  AND  YET  IT  COULDN’T  FEEL  FURTHER.  there are no places to hide, however that roof feels like a little oasis in the middle of a desert where moments can be stolen, plucked, unapologetically, like flowers from your neighbors garden. natasha watches car lights flicker like fireflies all while dangling her feet off the ledge, nursing a cold bottle of beer still sweating condensation. in moments such as this it would be almost too easy to forget.

              something always pulls her back ; this time it’s his voice.

the change is subtle —— she still looks at those lights, but doesn’t really see them, still takes a swig of beer but it tastes like questions now.      ❝ something tells me you’re not talking about our little rooftop rendezvous, matthew. ❞     call it an educated guess or one too many existential conversations they’ve already shared. enough to write a book that has no answers.

❝ or will you surprise me this time? ❞

#murdcck #ⅲ. oh i want to take it back : answered

[therelentless]

Send me 🗣️ for incorrect quotes of your muse and mine;;

MATT  &  NANDOR ;;           ↳ { @murdcck }

#!edit #murdcck #delivery for you!

[desafia]

@murdcck​ sent: ❝  if you’re here to kick my ass,  you’re going to have to get in line.  ❞

              brows raise a touch as she surveys the man before her.  for the briefest moment,  she considers asking him if she looks like the kind of person who is capable of kicking said ass.  but she bites her tongue,  all too aware of the irony of such a phrased question.  ❝  long line?  ❞  she mumbles instead.  her violent tendencies are reserved for those who deserve it.  no matter his moods,  he is far away from hitting the thresholds of grievances she considers worthy of drawing a knife over.  she only fights to kill.  and,  typically,  she tries to avoid the fighting part altogether.  then again,  as she stares at him a little longer she considers he might not be speaking in the literal sense.  ❝  are you...okay?  ❞  she ventures to inquire instead. 

#murdcck #ANSWERED: ❝ i feel it in my bones，how much you crave to be heard. ❞

[gloriousxdarkness]

witcher verse w/ @murdcck at last

      It’s safe here. There’s a calm that itches her skin, sometimes. Hushed voices, soft footsteps, swishing robes of the priestesses and novitiates. Not exactly the bustling university of intellectual pursuits she’d prefer, but a place for private education nonetheless. Most importantly, to her father anyway, the temple sits close to home. Oxenfurt might as well be south of Sodden if you asked him. He means well, she knows, but it’s not as though she’s helpless. Years of defense training ought to count for something.

      Elektra stops short in the hall one day— a sweet, potent smell of medicinal herbs drawing her to a cracked door. A man... a young man, laid out like he’s been through hell, patched and pale. There’s a strange, slow skip in time before Elektra catches herself going a bit warm with curiosity, lingering too long on the scruff of his cheeks and outline of his unknown injuries. Why here? The priestesses heal, sure, but more as a place of refuge than a learned practice. The city’s not so far.

      Her fingers curl around stone before she creaks the door open, but even so she can’t tell for certain if he notices her. He hasn’t looked. Maybe he just doesn’t care about a spectator, maybe he’s cloudy with drugs or pain. “...are you all right?” Her voice tastes strange for some reason, like it’s coming from the air and not her own mouth, and it’s a curious tone rather than a concerned one. She’s never seen someone so hurt before.

#v; the witcher au #murdcck #( a sweet bab... for now :P ) #( lmk if i should edit <3 )

[griim]

@murdcck​ asked ; “ we all have sins to pay penance for. ”

The woman looked down, chuckling to herself, another religious one. “Paying penance for sins? You’ve gotta be kidding me? You think that I am worried about paying back for the shit I’ve done? When all I’ve done is survive?” Gemma raised an eyebrow, it came as a surprise, “you can’t tell me that put in my shoes you would not have done the shit I’ve done.” Arms crossed over her chest as her head is cocked to the side, “besides who are you to tell me this stuff? Not like you are going to help me. Right?” 

#005. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ ║Answered Ask║ #murdcck

[webheadedhero]

starter for @murdcck​ cause you told me to make one :/// 

“ uh...matty? you busy? I may need some legal help. or you know--just some help. unless you’re busy. actually--even if you’re busy, I still need help.”

#murdcck #v; the road so far #idk where this is going but jfaskljdfkls #i missed seeing you on my dash <3

[spxnglr]

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || Are there any plot tropes you are sick of/refuse to RP? If so, what are they and why? || @deflvwered​ & @murdcck​

Honestly, apart from the obvious, is it bad that my immediate response is “not really?”

Y’see, I’ve been writing on Tumblr for about ten years now, so it’s safe to say that I’ve covered a lot of different topics - but, in my opinion, it’s interesting (and fun) to yeet your muse or muses into those situations so hee how they’ll respond.

If I had to give an answer? I would say anything NSFW while drunk, primarily because Egon himself doesn’t drink and thus would never be in that situation. I know some people think it’s acceptable between two consenting parties whereas others will say those who are drunk cannot consent (the latter of which I vibe with) BUT to me, even if Egon did drink, it’s far too uncomfortable a zone, I think.

#𝙷𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙾𝙽 - 𝙿𝙾𝙿𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰 𝚃𝙷𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷𝚃. (OOC) #𝚆𝙴'𝚁𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝚈 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄. (ASK) #deflvwered #murdcck #alcohol mention tw #USFW

[softersinned-arc]

@murdcck​​ / starter call.

If she takes the time to consider her options for things she could have done this evening, she will find that there are about a thousand better ways for the night to have ended. For instance, she could be locked in a traffic jam. Her bathtub could have overflowed and she could be cleaning up a flood in her bathroom. Someone could have broken into her apartment, tied her to a chair, and stolen all of her money, art, and the keys to her car, and it would still be less stressful than tonight is proving.

          Astoria taps an idle rhythm against the table as she waits, certain that she’s being left in here to sweat it out. And she’d be a liar if she pretended that it wasn’t getting to her — it’s Wilson Fisk, of course it’s getting to her, she’s not so much a fool that she imagines she can bat her eyelashes to get out of this one — but she’s going to pretend it anyway. The only way to let this get worse is to show weakness. So she keeps her breathing calm and measured, hums idly to herself as she waits, foot swinging in time with the song she’s singing under her breath, tries not to sweat to death in the summer’s heat.

          God, she misses Boston. Nobody ever did this to her in Boston.

          The door finally opens and Astoria looks up with a serene smile. Not Fisk himself — she’s not important enough for that — but one of his lieutenants. One of his favorites, if rumor is to be believed. The tapping of her fingers stops, and Astoria lets out a little hum of disapproval as she uncrosses her legs and plants both feet on the floor.

          “I’ve stayed here as a courtesy,” she says after a beat, “because Mr. Fisk wanted to ask me about what happened tonight. Least you all could do is crack open a window.”

#murdcck #thread: murdcck001 #(so LISTEN i know we had them in law school together on my old blog and i am sooooo down for that still) #(so if u want a second starter just lmk i will happily write one) #(but consider also them doing crime together) #(i saw your earth65 verse and got stars in my eyes) #(if you want me to change anything or would prefer something else lmk!)

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SOFT  DETAILS  FOR SMUT  &  INTIMATE  MOMENTS [ CLOSER ]  receiver wrapping their arms around sender who is on top after they’ve finished,  holding them close against their chest with their face hidden in their neck while they recover.

          A part of Emma wasn’t sure she’d ever be this close to @murdcck​ again.   After the stunt she pulled,  to kiss him again feels like waking up from a nightmare.   She isn’t running away this time and she wants this to be different.   She wants to be different,  for herself and for him.

          She’s always been the one to top;  it’s easier to be in control.   Now,  she relinquishes that to him.   Back arches under his touch,  soft moans building.   His name falls from her lips with hot breath against his ear.   Fingers drag down his back,  legs gripping around his hips to pull him as closely as she can.   Each passing moment brings them both closer and closer to the edge until her forehead presses into his shoulder and she shudders underneath him,  listening to the way he breathes.

          She runs her fingers up his sides,  feeling the heat rising off him and a shudder runs through her.   His head rests in the crook of her neck and Emma wraps herself around him to keep him as close as possible.   One hand finds it’s way into his hair,  the other slides along his back.   ❝ Matt... ❞   She loves the feel of his weight on top of her,  secure...   safe...

❝ You don’t...   have to leave...    right? ❞

#murdcck #.emma swan // answered ask #.nsft // #OOP

[therelentless]

{ @murdcck​ ;;

“Are you up for some white collar crime? I don’t know what it means, but it sounds cool.”

#murdcck

[itsybitsyparker]

@murdcck​  if i think about it,  i get angry.  and i don’t know where that anger stops.  so i’d rather not start at all.  ”

Ah, that anger. Peter knew that anger intimately. He felt it boiling beneath his skin every time he went down in a fight. Or failed to protect someone. Or thought too long about the wide-eyed look his uncle had given him right before he’d died. It was an anger that made Peter want to tear the world down brick by brick. 

He mostly tried not to think about it. He took a bite of his street taco, picking a piece of lettuce that managed to get stuck under where he’d rolled up his mask. 

“Well, buddy, I can offer you two solutions. We can find some crime to punch in the face, or you can eat a taco with me and see if that calms you down,” Peter thought for a second. “Or both. So I guess that’s three solutions.”

#murdcck #peter: that's rough buddy have you tried snackking about it #spin spider spin // main verse

[nclson]

**        @murdcck​  :   incorrect quotes generator !

#I am in a w e that this is the first one- #too accurate askdjnaskjda #murdcck