"Louder," he instructs with a cold and commanding tone. (I can't summary right now.)

Murdoc has been waiting by Stuart Pot's hospital bed for over a week.

Murdoc hasn't been able to sleep properly for days now. 2D finally notices and tries to help.

Murdoc has been hiding somthing but what? Murdoc/Oc

Murdoc, being the shameless sadist he is, decides it'd be a lot of fun to fuck him in public. Cue 2D struggling to keep his voice down and failing miserably.

A one-shot of the toll Noodle's disappearance has left on 2D and Murdoc. First fic! Some language and violence.

He'd think binge-drinking was wonderful, if it lead to this every time. AU.

In a desperate attempt to get all of his money back, he had wagered that if Murdoc won he would do anything that Murdoc said for a day. Now that he is actually having to go through with the deal, he is seriously regretting it.

She was nothing more than a machine...until, she started developing human emotions of lust and passion for her creator. He loves the person she embodies. Will she fight to gain Murdoc's love? Or make the biggest sacrifice anyone can endure...watching their loved one slip away forever?

Russel has had a long day, but goes to check on Murdoc anyway. Some interesting events follow.

Murdoc no soporta a 2d,no sabe porque le tiene tanto odio,pero poco a poco se dara cuenta de que ese odio se esta convirtiendo en otros sentimientos.

The blue haired man only gives Murdoc about a minute to catch his breath before he is sliding his hand around the others neck again. (WARNING! contains breathplay . .)

What would happen if Murdoc and 2D switched bodies for a while? What if 2D decides to quit the band as Murdoc only to prove a point to the grumpy, green-skinned fellow? This is a one-shot I'm working on and I hopefully will continue. Be warned of the swearing, but I assure you, you won't be too disappointed! Thank you and enjoy!

Murdoc's gone and made 2D sad again. It's up to you to make him feel better. Dom!Reader x 2D; straddling the fence on rated T or M.

2D has strep throat and Murdoc needs him singing again as soon as possible.

"I don't think anyone could have seen this coming. Are either of you wanting to tell the world what's going on between the two of you?"

Murdoc begins to realize how much like his father he is becoming.

"My sweet little bluebird, trying to make me feel good."

It is humiliating, being led around on a leash, wearing cat ears and a tailed butt plug, and not being allowed to talk.

Murdoc smirks, pushing his fingers deeper into 2D's entrance. "You have to be good if you want to come."

She looks just like her, and no matter how many times Murdoc tells himself its not her, he can't calm down.

Murdoc should be living the life right now. But instead, he is sitting in his room by himself, listening to the sounds of 2D and several different women going at it in the next room.

Murdoc can't help but think about a certain blue haired singer.

It's never a good thing when Murdoc comes down to see 2D.

Murdoc Niccals is not the person for the job, but he's the one who gets it. Maybe he deserves it. After all, he's the one that ran the kid over in the first place... ((Murdoc's POV, taking care of bedridden Stuart Pot after putting his eye - and arguably half his brains - out, and definitely not growing attached to the him in any way shape or form as he does.))