🌟Murdoc Oneshots🌟

✨Beer and Cuddles✨

You sat on the small couch in the living room. Its cushions had been so worn out that you sank into your spot. 2D had put on a movie, he claimed he would watch it but he left after about thirty minutes. It wasn't something you weren't used to though since he was quite absent-minded at times.
You leaned to grab the tv remote and changed it to your favorite reality tv show. For some reason whenever Murdoc was gone it got boring around the house. To make up for his absence a tv show like that would bring some drama into to the house. It was getting dark though and Murdoc always promised he would be home before night.
You sighed as you heard the doorknob creak. Murdoc never fully opened the door he just always squeezed through.
"Luv? Are ya still awake?" His cubans tapped against the hardwood floor. The door closed behind him, and you got up to fling yourself around him. His body tensed up, he was never much of a hugger, but quickly the corners of his mouth curved up.
"Where have you been ol man?" You push yourself away from him so you can look up into his eyes.
"You know.." he rubs your back tenderly "workin' on the new album with the managers."
You always knew what he would be doing but it never hurt to ask. Plus he never had the greatest reputation with relationships. Though that never kept you from loving the grumpy old pickle.
"How about some beers?" Murdoc was hunched over as he reached into the fridge for a nice cold one. All of the "good" alcohol as he would say was already gone, beer was always a last resort.
"You know I don't drink" You plop yourself back down on the couch. He simply answers by rolling his eyes and closing the fridge door.
He pushed you slightly so he could sit comfortably on the couch. Your favorite reality tv show was still playing and he had noticed. You could see him eye the remote slightly before reaching out for it.
"Hand me the... the doofer" he seemed to have forgotten the word he searched for.
"The remote?"
"Yea.. the remote luv" he held his hand out so I could place it nicely in the center of his green palm. He scanned through almost all of the channels before stopping and clicking on something. "If ya really want drama.. watch the Kardashians"
"Do you watch the Kardashians... Murdoc Niccals?" You can't help but giggle just a little.
"Only on the weekends" you couldn't tell if he was serious or not but you didn't question anymore. You nestled your head up against his hard chest. He ran his long nails through your (h/c) hair. Both of you were immersed in the show only commenting during commercial breaks.
You took the beer bottle from Murdoc's hand. The perspiration from the glass bottle getting your hand quite wet. You decide to take a swig of Murdoc's beer. He seemed taken back for a second before a large smirk appeared on his face. Being picked up by your waist you were sat on his lap grinning.
"Yer lucky I'm tired.. or you would have been punished" he smacks your ass harsh enough to leave a red mark. You wince gripping onto his shoulders. It stung like hell but it wasn't something you weren't used to. Murdoc was always quite rough when it came to being intimate.
You curl up into his lap resting your head on his neck. Every breath you took in filled your lungs with a manly smell. Beer, cigarettes, and strong cologne. With his hands around you, and his soothing small kisses to your forehead you couldn't help but fall asleep in his arms.