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Do you get deja vu? (murphy x fem!reader) Requested by Anon <3

(i still don't know how tumblr rlly works so i lost your ask otherwise i would have replied to it here!! sry love!! hope u enjoyyyy)

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⌞ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ... murphy is reunited with an old... friend? acquaintance? fling? neither of them really knows ⌝

--Kittery, Maine. Day One.

Portsmouth Naval Prison was no joke. Sure, it didn't house the worst of the worst within its barbed wire-tipped walls, but that didn't mean it wasn't any less ruthless.

It was petty criminals, mostly. Tax evasion, assault, breaking and entering, and smuggling. The truth? Most of their inmates thought they were scarier than they were. But one inmate in particular - Alvin Murphy - didn't think he was nearly as scary as he was.

At least, to her.

While she didn't show it, his deadly charm and even deadlier reputation as being a self-serving bastard - spiked her anxiety tenfold.

Whether he was winking at her as she led him from his cell to the recreation area for his outdoor time, or flashing her a grin whenever he deigned to use the workout facility, Alvin Murphy terrified her.

Or, rather, the idea of her attitude toward him terrified her.

(y/n) was not a gentle woman. The only woman at Portsmouth Naval, she had learned very on that gentleness would get you killed - or worse. Being a guard didn't help either. There was a constant target on her back, one that seemed a little more pronounced when he was around.

She'd caught his piercing blue eyes on her more times than she cared to admit, and each was received with a glare summoned from the very bottom of her heart.

She meant her glares. Each and every one of them. Or, at least, that's what she told herself.

Her heart raced as she stood guard over their recreation area, where the man sat playing cards with a few other inmates. Her eyes were narrowed with suspicion as she watched him.

They were betting with something that she couldn't see from here, not as she was also trying to watch the other inmates as well. Her partner had went back inside to answer a distress call on the radio, and hadn't come out since.

The sun was slowly beginning to shift closer towards the horizon, signaling to the inmates it was almost time to head back in. She mentally prepared herself, resting a hand on her gun.

Serving for ten years leaves old habits that die hard, that's for sure.

The heavy metal door leading back into the prison slammed open against the brick exterior, startling the guard. She immediately spun to face the source of the noise, her heart racing for an entirely different reason now.

Her partner stumbled out, looking worse for wear.

"Hey, are you alright?" She knelt down where he'd fallen, noticing the blood staining his clothes. Behind him, multiple inmates and a few other guards came rushing out.

She watched with wide eyes as they came flooding out, most of them covered in blood. Her weapon was out in an instant, its safety out. This was a riot.

Her partner suddenly stirred with a guttural groan that didn't quite sound human and stood on his feet. The guard, frozen in fear, raised her weapon at the quickly-approached flood of bodies.

"Stop!" She shouted over the groans and howls of the people. No, something was wrong. "Everyone on your knees! Now!"

Her voice reached no ears, and she stood paralyzed as one inmate - bloody, like the others - latched himself onto another. Blood sprayed her uniform as he tore a chunk from their neck, sending gore flying.

(y/n) stumbled back, away from the creatures with a cry. More cries resounded in the courtyard from the other inmates.

What the hell was going on?

She risked a look towards the picnic table, seeing Murphy's eyes wide with fear.

"RUN!" She shouted over the noise, before firing her weapon at the violent crowd. Whatever they had become, they definitely weren't human.

And Murphy?

Murphy watched his favorite guard - who he knew hated him - defend these inmates, who would have let her die in a second. But she was fighting to protect them.

She fired her weapon into the mass of monsters and one fell dead at her feet. For a minute, he was frozen. He'd seen her in the same outfit - pressed guard's uniform and boots - for two years. Her hair was always pulled back without imperfections, and she was beautiful. An idiot could it. Way too pretty to be stuck in this place with them. But hey, he was just grateful for something pretty - besides himself - to look at.

But now, her face covered in blood and her eyes wide with fear as she shot at her former teammates?

Well, she was a damned goddess. Even as the zombies - as he later found out they were - killed her.

Or so he thought.

-- Altura. Voting Day.

The ex-military tapped her foot impatiently, her heavy black boot the only thing punctuating the silence. The vote was to be cast today, and they just got word of a new batch of survivors being brought in from outside.

On today, of all days? Shit, she'd have her work cut out for her.

Between being George's right-hand woman and leading her forces, settling with petty squabbles between talker and human, AND on top of keeping the peace during voting, she now had to deal with this.

They were currently getting checked out, but she'd caught wind from one of the nurses down at the gate that one of them was red - like the devil.

Weird.

Being such high-priority personnel, (y/n) was given the opportunity to cast her vote before polls officially opened, since she was going to be busy dealing with the chaos that would surely ensue.

She crossed her arms with a huff, waiting for the person to hurry up and pick yes or no already. It had been way longer than they needed. Finally, she slammed her fist against the door of the voting room.

"Do you mind? Some of us have places to be. Just pick already!"

Her tone was short, annoyance seeping into every syllable. This far into apocalypse, she didn't have the patience for this kind of bullshit. Her fucks had run out before the undead took over the world, and now she had none left to give.

Unfortunate for everyone around her, sure.

For her? Well, this was just reality.

The door finally opened to reveal a very angry-looking squad member from another team. From Pacifica, guessing from the emblem on her jacket.

"Impatient, much?"

"Indecisive, much?" (y/n) sneered back, before slamming the door.

Vote now cast, the team leader could head down to join her team at the polls in the main building. She took her usual shortcut, across the metal catwalk and down the "emergency exit" staircase.

Emergency exit, her ass.

She entered the rowdy haul silently. Years of apocalypse had taught her to be quiet. But there was no distracting from her commanding presence as she moved to stand by George.

Her friend cast her a small smile, wrapping an arm around her shoulder.

"Glad you could make it!"

(y/n) suppressed a grin at her friend's welcome, settling for a nod instead as she observed the crowd carefully. Looking for danger or opposition.

"Yeah, me too."

"You voted?"

"Yep."

George's hope was contagious - that was how she'd roped (y/n) into starting Newmerica with her in the first place. Watching the crowd, her heart warmed with the prospect of a safe place, away from the horrors of the apocalypse.

It was about time she had the chance for a little bit of peace. Ever since that day at Portsmouth, her entire life had been a cortisol, fight-or-flight fever dream.

But today, maybe that was over.

A new crowd of people entered the hall, and (y/n) frowned as the back of her neck suddenly prickled. The room seemed smaller, somehow.

A familiar fear crept up the base of her spine, licking at her fingertips that clenched into anxious fists. She scanned the crowd more actively now, eyes darting from figure to figure.

"Oh, I totally forgot," George suddenly piped up. "An old friend of mine from Black Summer - right before I met you - showed up today. With some friends."

"That's nice, George," she replied distractedly, still searching the crowd. Her heart was pounding anxiously in her chest. But why?

"Yeah, they came in with that weird, red guy Janet was telling you about."

(y/n)'s gaze quickly darted to her friend once more. "Red guy?"

"Calls himself 'Murphy'. I guess they've been together a long time. There was... tension between them." Her dark eyebrows waggled a little before she raised a hand.

A dark-haired woman in the crowd, raised hers back in response, giving a wave. (y/n) looked at the figure behind her and-

No.

No. No. No. No.

Fuck.

"Please don't be him, please don't be him," (y/n) muttered under her breath, feeling a fresh wave of that icy-cold fear wash over her body.

"Warren! Murphy! Come join us."

(y/n) kept her gaze locked firmly on the woman, refusing to acknowledge the man beside her. She'd caught a glimpse when he wasn't paying attention, and that was enough for her.

He was red, that was for sure. But damn it, only Alvin Murphy could make red skin like the devil look good. And did it ever look good on him. His suit didn't help, either.

The prisoner she knew was gone, but then again, the guard he knew was gone too.

"Nice to meet you," Warren - the woman - gave her a salute, which she returned.

"You too."

"What, nothing for me?" Murphy appeared in her vision, leaning closer to force her to look at him. His mouth was curved up into a smirk, like he knew all too well what she was thinking.

What she was feeling.

"Not even a 'i missed you'?"

(y/n) glared at him, having to look up a little to meet his eyes, which were alight with amusement. This bastard was enjoying this! Of course he was, she thought wryly.

"I'm not a liar," she replied with false sweetness, crossing her arms. "So I won't tell you I missed you, Murphy." His grin widened.

"You two know each other?" George looked between them, observing (y/n)'s glare levelled in the newcomer's direction.

"No," The woman said quickly, eyes darting to her friend.

"We're old friends," Murphy amended, slinging an arm around her shoulder. "Will you excuse us?"

Ignoring her protests, the man led her outside into an abandoned hall, where it was quiet. She grit her teeth, letting him think he had control.

The second they weren't around any witnesses, (y/n) pushed her forearm against his throat and forced him against the wall. Rough enough that he gasped, but didn't look afraid.

No, if anything - he looked excited.

"What the fuck was that?" She hissed, anger contorting her features. "You think we're friends? We were never friends, Murphy." He chuckled, a red hand raised to brush a stray lock of her from her face.

"We weren't? Still playing hard to get, I see."

She increased the pressure on his windpipe, which shut him up pretty quick. He tapped her shoulder a few times, and she reluctantly released him. Just a little.

"How are you alive?" She asked incredulously, suspicion evident in the pull of her brows. "Portsmouth was overrun, they told me everybody died."

He brushed invisible lint from his shoulder with a flourish. "Not everybody, sweetheart."

"Don't. Call. Me. That." She grit her teeth, ignoring the rush of warmth that was definitely not fear.

"Or what?" His mouth twitched with barely-contained amusement. "You'll hit me, Miss Guard?"

She flashed him a sweet smile before stepping back, needing some distance between them. "You really don't want to find out. Now, stay away from me, or you will be finding out."

He chuckled, a rich, low sound that she knew would be stuck in her head all day long. And maybe all night, too. It had been so long since she'd heard it, it was sure to be stuck in her head for longer than she would ever admit to anyone.

"Maybe I want to find out," he replied coolly, a dangerous glint in his dark eyes. She turned on her heel to stride away from him, needing some fresh air while he mind reeled.

A rough tug on her wrist forced her to turn back to look at him. She groaned in frustration. "What do you want, Murphy?"

He paused, seeming unsure for the first time during their reunion. Like he wasn't sure what he wanted, only that she was involved. "I..."

"Come on, spit it out," she quipped.

He cleared his throat and loosened his grip on her wrist, enough to still have an excuse to touch her - proof that she was really here. Alive.

"I wanted to thank you," he began slowly, watching confusion take over her features. The apocalypse had done wonders for her, and his eyes trailed over the scar marring her face as he wondering who did it to her.

And, more importantly, where he could find them to make them pay for harming her.

"For saving me. That day, in Portsmouth. You saved me."

She scoffed, brushing it off. "I didn't do that just to save you. But... it looks like you're the only one that made it out alive."

He nodded grimly. "Long story short: everyone croaked and turned Z, which left yours truly to graciously sacrifice himself for the good of humanity."

She gave him a flat look, unimpressed. "So, to translate: they tied you down and forced you? That sounds a little more accurate." He paused, letting out a brief, indignant laugh.

"No, no, I'm telling you-"

The man halted in his tracks. (y/n) had finally cracked a smile, the first one he'd seen her sport in years. And the first one he'd seen that he was the cause of.

Pride stirred in his chest.

"Uh-huh. Sure." She shook her head and pulled from his grasp, still smiling a little as she left him standing in the hall. She paused at the door and turned to look at him.

"Hey, Murphy?"

He raised his head immediately at her voice, hopefulness evident. "Yes, (y/n)?"

She winked at him. "It's good to see you."

The door slammed behind her, leaving the man to mull over what just happened. His heart, which the vaccine had always made to feel more like a lump in his chest, was racing.

He felt alive - for the first time in a long time. He might have been halfway to being a zombie, but he sure as hell didn't feel like it.

He felt human.

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NOTE;

i did not mean for it to be that long but i got carried away LOL i actually love Murphy(when he isn't hurting my man 10k) hehe

should i make a part 2?

-vg.

(also wrote this at 12:30am so not proofread)

[bedstayprincessdisorder]

i hate it when author makes Y/N do something i would never do. Wym i cheated on lenny miller? i would NEVER!!!!

[littlegodzilla]

Hi! Can I request some Murphy smut please? where Murphy has a crush on the reader but is too shy to say anything about it so Connor flirts with the reader to make Murphy jealous. This makes Murphy confess his feelings and leads to loving but possessive smut. Thanks and I love your writing!

Hi Anon!!

Thanks for your request! I'm not feel myself very comfortable writing about MacManus twins because I think I don't interpret them well, but I still tried to make it to your liking.

I hope you enjoy it.

"Stop friltring with my girl!"

Murphy MacManus x FemReader.

Anon Request.

Warnings: Flirtring. Language. Jealous. Smut. Rough Sex.

Words: 2300.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @srhxpci @xxtinasxxblog

Murphy can't stop shaking. He's hating his brother so much right now. And he knows he's doing that on propuse.

He's talking to you, smiling, laughting, touchibg you more than necessary only for bother him.

He's sitting at one end of the bar next to Rocco and the others, half-finished with his beer as he chews his lip nervously and fiddles with his cigarette between his fingers. Connor is his brother, but right now he feels like killing him.

A chuckle reaches your ears again and you see that Connor is leaning on the bar and saying something to you that is making you laugh and turn red.

You're Doc's family, a sister's daughter's daughter's daughter, or something like that, Murphy didn't pay attention to your parentage, just stood there in the middle of the pub with a nervous smile and a "hello." Whispered low. Apparently you had only recently arrived in Boston, had nowhere to go and Doc had been asked to look after you. The man had enough to worry about without taking care of you too. So he did the only thing that seemed reasonable. Put you to work in the pub. He would keep an eye on you and at the same time you would earn some money to start your own life on your own and not depend on him. It wasn't as if Doc didn't want you, but the neighborhood, the atmosphere of the pub... it wasn't what he wanted for you.

Plus to all that he had to add ....

"Come on Doc, let the lass have her fun!"

The MacManus brothers. He knew they were nice guys, polite young Irishmen, believer. His best customers. But they were also dangerous, willing to get into fights, alcohol and tobacco were their best company. He knew they would never lay a finger on you if you didn't want them to, but they were capable of selling a bathing suit in the middle of the desert. That lip, those innocent looks, their ability to make conversation even with stones. At least Connor. Doc noticed right away that Murphy stayed in the background with you. Studying you, as if he was embarrassed to talk to you directly, of course that embarrassment was fading as the alcohol took over his actions. But in general Connor was the one who always started the conversation.

"W-what's wrong with your b-brother?" He asked Connor one day and Connor laughed.

"Love, Doc, or so he says."

"A- Ass!!! Fuck!!!" He cursed making the twin laugh again. "Because of my little girl? Don't fuck with me, Connor, I'm old for these jokes."

"Sorry, Doc, but it's true." He shrugs and Doc snorts in annoyance.

"And what are you supposed to do?"

"Oh no, I'm not interested, but it's fun to watch him get mad and still do nothing." He jokes and Doc rolls his eyes, the humor of the MacManus brothers sometimes escaping him.

"Do you think she...?"

"Does she like Murphy? Aye! my brother is handsome as fuck, but she's stubborn and won't do anything but move piece him first."

"Oh God I hope he never does..." He whispers and Connor laughs again.

"Come on, Doc, she's all grown up now. She's entitled to have fun and we Irish are great teachers."

Of course that failed to comfort the man, but now he was able to see the details, to read between the lines. He could see Murphy on the side of the bar, fidgeting nervously, biting his nails to the point of almost tearing his skin off, his eyes completely fixed on his brother and you who were still talking as you poured several drinks for other customers.

It's St. Patrick's Day, people tonight are livelier than usual. St. Patrick's Day is an important day there in the pub, they are working non-stop, Doc is happy. The amount of people may also be due to you. You've put on a t-shirt that fits your curves well with the words "A lucky kiss" and you're wearing a short green skirt, every time you put a new drink the customers ask you for a kiss and they all lean over the mother to see if they can discover the color of your panties, if the skirt is lifted high enough. Murphy is one of those who can't help but stare. But you always turn away before the fabric lifts too much.

"Anything else around here, guys?" You ask with a smile, Connor has returned with his brother and the others to that side of the bar. "Murphy?" You look at him as you see his pint is finished and he nods.

"Aye, thanks, tonight's gonna be a long one." He comments, but you don't think much of it.

"Here you go." You smile again and reach over giving him a kiss on the cheek, Murphy freezes for a second. "Your lucky kiss." You mumble and get back to work.

"Yer gotta do somethin' bro." Connor's voice reaches his twin's ears and he rolls his eyes. "That girl has a lot of suitors and if ya ain't..."

"Y'think I haven't noticed? I don't need ya flirting with her every five minutes either." He protests like a child.

"I'm ain't flirting... I'm just being nice."

"Yeah... nice my ass." He growls drinking the pint in one gulp making his brother laugh.

The night is slowly getting livelier, the music is louder, the drunks are unable to stand up, there are some fights and shouting, but in general everyone is having a good time. You stop at the bar cleaning up some glasses before grabbing several cases to restock the coolers heading for the storeroom. Murphy drums his fingers nervously on the bar without taking his eyes off you. He gets up from his stool going after you ignoring Doc's gaze on the back of his neck.

"Help ya, lass?" murmurs Murphy behind you when he sees you reaching for a case of soda.

"Thanks, Murph." You smile leaving her with the others. "But you can come back if you want, I'm almost done here."

"Uhm... You've been good tonight..." He says moving a little closer to you.

"It's been a crazy night, but I know you guys." You joke and startle when you discover Murphy is closer than you thought.

"Many have come for their lucky kiss..." He says staring at you, his voice sounding intense.

"I know, you've had yours too, are you jealous?" you joke and laugh when you see him lower his gaze.

"Aye, I am." He shrugs and you look at him in surprise.

"Why? You've had your lucky kiss too." You stare at him biting your lip.

"No, because yer my girl, and those guys had no business touchin' ya."

"Your girl?" You like the sound of that and your smile grows wider, you feel Murphy's hands caress your waist and you shiver.

"Yeah..." He whispers brushing his lips against yours.

You laugh against his lips, clinging to his body to kiss him eagerly. His hands squeeze your waist making you crash against one of the warehouse shelves. You gasp against his mouth, but neither of you separate, Murphy's mouth has a mixture of beer and cigarettes that traps you, his tongue soon bursts into your mouth tangling with yours, becoming dominant, taking control over you. His hands move up from your waist to your breast, massaging it between his fingers, brushing your nipples over your bra, listening to you sigh. The soft sounds escaping from your lips turn the Irishman on more and more wanting to know every one of those sighs and moans, that only he can elicit from you. He pulls away from your mouth kissing and marking your neck as he lifts your shirt and bra leaving them tangled above your breasts. Murphy pulls away just enough so he can stare at you, his eyes roaming you hungrily, his pupils dilating with desire. Again his body pushes you against the shelf, his fingers play with your tits and nipples, pinching them, making them hard and while his mouth travels from one to the other moistening them, hearing you moan with pleasure.

Murphy tenses and grunts against your skin as he feels your hand caress his bulging crotch. Your gazes connect and you smile with mock innocence, still stroking him.

"Wanna play, lass?" he whispers against your lips again and you moan when his fingers squeeze your nipples. "Be a good girl and show me what ya can do." He says huskily, his dark tone coursing through you hitting directly on your clit feeling yourself getting soaked.

You don't make yourself begging, your fingers unbutton his pants slowly, without taking your eyes off him, Murphy breathes heavily through his mouth as he follows your every move, when the zipper rings and you catch his cock you see him bite his lip, but he doesn't make a sound, concentrating on what you are doing. His pants drop to his feet, his boxers you have to push them down a little further but they soon accompany the other garment, you wrap your hand around his cock rubbing it up and down feeling it harden completely before kneeling in front of him. The tip of your tongue brushes the tip of his cock and you finally hear him hiss. You smile because he can no longer hold back and you shove as much length into your mouth as you can feeling it hit your throat. Murphy stirs, hands resting on the shelf, head slumped between his shoulders, panting like an animal, doing his best to control himself. You find it amusing how quickly he seems to get desperate, but you don't hurry, slowly following a good rhythm you start sucking and licking all over his cock, cupping your cheeks to give him more pleasure, your tongue playing with his head, to get it all the way back into your mouth. From above you hear Murphy moan and snort, seeing him like this turns you on, your hands caress your body and your fingers rub your clit as you continue to suck his cock, however Murphy discovers you and pushes his cock roughly into your mouth. It chokes you for a second and you can't suppress a gag. You pull it out of your mouth with a frown, but he shakes his head.

"Don't touch yerself... I didn't say ya can touch yerself..." He says with difficulty.

"And you're just going to enjoy yourself? I hope you know how to make me cum, MacManus." You tease him, you know you're playing games and you know it won't be long before Murphy proves to you that he can do it.

You smile as you hear him roar in offense, he reaches down to grab your armpits and pull you up, not giving you time to settle in when he wraps one of your legs around his waist and violently rips your bottle green stockings. You open your mouth to protest, but his hand closes around your throat and nips the words in the bud. His grip on your neck is not tight, he exerts just enough force to hold you still and send a confused but pleasurable shiver through your body. Your leg is still on his waist and you moan as you feel his fingers pull the fabric of your panties aside and pierce your pussy unprepared, only moist with your own wetness. It hurts and it bothers, but he doesn't move them, he leaves them there for a moment, letting you adjust to them before he starts moving them in small circles. You close your eyes and sigh, relaxing, enjoying his intrusion. You don't watch as a mischievous smile forms on his mouth, his hand tightens tighter around your neck to keep you still and the speed of his fingers suddenly increases.

You open your mouth in a muffled moan, surprise and pleasure mingling, his fingers moving in and out of you so violently that the shelf vibrates beneath you.

"Mu...Murphy!" you cry out feeling a pleasurable tug run through your entire body, your eyes roll up and you claw at the hand still holding your neck.

Your knees tremble, your breath hitching, his fingers continue to move but slower this time. Murphy presses his body against yours to keep you from falling, his mouth kisses your cheek down your neck. His fingers leave your body, without looking away from you he licks his fingers and grunts, you sigh at the sight of him.

"Ya taste so good, lass, I could drink from ya, all day long." He says in his dark voice and you moan again.

Murphy pulls away a little and turns your body, resting your hands on the metal shelf, he leans your body forward and pulls your skirt up around your waist positioning himself right behind you. Your pussy clenches with need as you feel the tip of his cock rub against your slit, moistening with your fluids. His head pushes in slowly, you hiss, his size dilating you, stretching your pars still twitching from the spasms of your first orgasm. He moves to pull out again, to which you protest by moving your hips with him, Murphy grins behind your body and thrusts hard, all the way in, all at once. Your moan is loud and long, one of his hands covers your mouth and with another he holds onto the same shelf he has your body against, his body bends over yours, your back arches as he guides you, his hand still covering your mouth and he begins to move fast, entering deep into you at the new angle, making you moan against his hand.

"So tight..." He gasps in your ear without stopping moving. "Yer pussy clenching on my cock, wanting me to fuck it over and over again." She moans increasing the movement of her hips. "If all those pricks could see ya now...all mine..."

"Mu...Murphy..." You mumble against his hand feeling slightly choked, he releases you, his free hand reaches down and squeezes your nipple, he rests his forehead on your shoulder.

"You know Doc's going to kill you if he finds out..."

"Feel so good, lass, squeezing my cock so fuckin' good." He grunts againts your ear. "I'm gonna cum, love."

Murphy sits up holding your waist and begins to thrust faster, deeper, seeking his own release. His thrusts become more and more erratic and he manages to find that spot inside that makes you see stars and you clench tightly around his cock. Murphy grunts and you feel him cumming inside you. Your knees tremble, but again his hands hold you down, preventing you from losing your balance. His cock is still inside you, he pulls you up, your back against his chest, his hands caress your waist, your belly, up to your breasts massaging them again, making you laugh.

"Nah, Doc adores me." He smiles and leans in kissing you.

The End.

I hope you enjoyed it!

See you in the next story!!

[uniqorrn]

Cold mornings

A/N: I just wanted to note that i dreamed or shifted into this scene last night and I just had to put it in writing for others to read! I hope you enjoy :)

Parings: Roan x Reader

Summary: You enjoyed the cold brisk morning on the balcony that’s attached to your room. You reminisce the thoughts of the previous nights events, daydreaming in your own little world that is until he interrupts you.

Warnings: Mentions smut, some language? maybe? I don’t remember. 

Words: 1,453

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Your Pov: 

The cold sheets loosely wrapped around your almost naked body, the smell of the earth and him wafting off of them and into your nose. Your eyes fluttered open, your right arm resting by your head as you turned to look out at the sky. The sky was a light shade of oranges and blues, soft white fluffy clouds streaking across. 

You were partly awake, having only fallen asleep for a few hours before waking up now. Your mind was filled with thoughts of him. The way he grabbed at your hips, caressed and worshipped your body like a queen. How he made you feel all kinds of emotions. All of it made a blush rise up your neck and to your cheeks, swallowing the small lump in your throat. 

The gentle breeze in the air blew through the sky and into your room, blowing around the curtains that hung from your large canopy bed. You exhaled, watching your breath turn to a cloud in front of your face as you lay there, enjoying the warmth your sheets provided you.

You pushed back the blankets, the crisp cold air bit at your exposed thighs as your feet made contact with the clean, shiny floor beneath you. You sniffled a bit from the cold, grabbing your thin, white, silk robe off the coat rack next to you. You quickly put it on, sighing as the smooth fabric touched your skin, not that a thin silk robe would keep you warm. 

You patted out onto the balcony, crossing your arms in front of yourself as you placed them on the porcelain railing, watching the colors mix and dance across the sky as the sun came up. A warm smile crossed your face as you remembered the previous nights events. Just the mere thought filled you to your core with warmth. 

You had small bruises on your hips where his hands had been, and small red spots where his mouth had been to kiss and suck, leaving behind his mark. You remembered how his large, warm hands left behind a trail of love and lust wherever they touched, leaving your body wanting more.

You didn’t realize how cold you actually were. You didn’t notice the many goosebumps that appeared on your skin each time the breeze blew by you. All because your mind could only think of him. 

You and Roan hadn’t been together long, merely a couple of weeks. The relationship was still so new and exciting, like two young teenagers high on love for the first time. It was something you wanted to last forever and you hoped that he wanted that too. 

You didn’t think you would find love, ever. Being trapped on the ark for years and then sent down to earth to die with a bunch of other teenagers made it seem like everything was over. Like there was no hope. But, when you guys found out that earth was survivable it sparked hope in you that maybe, just maybe, you would find someone that would love you. 

However, that never seemed to happen. 

When you hadn’t met that person yet you began to give up, slowly but surely. You watched all of your friends around you love someone, lose someone, be with someone. But you? You hadn’t even come close to experiencing what love was. That is, until you met Roan.

When you first met him it was nothing but silent glances and stares from across the room. Then, it turned into small conversations at dinner or when you would run into each other in the hallways. Soon that blossomed into what it is now, a new loving relationship. 

Roan didn’t talk much when you first met him, he was rather simple and said what was on his mind in few words. But now, talking is something he always does when he’s with you. You remember how he spoke last night, his voice sending chills up your spine with each word that left his slightly chapped lips. You moved your hand down your chest, feeling the swell of your breasts as the memory of you pressed against his toned and muscular chest flashed through your mind.

The door to your room creaked open, a small smile coming to your face as you turned to look over your shoulder. Your robe blew slightly behind you, sending another chill up your legs. You wore nothing but your undergarments underneath the robe that was tied loosely to your body. Not caring if your lover could see everything or not. 

“Why aren’t you asleep?” He took long but fast strides over to you. His large, warm hands running along your arms, warming you up instantly as he stepped in front of you. You sighed in content, the feeling of his rough hands rubbing up and down your arms created a heat inside you. 

“I just couldn’t sleep.” Your words were nothing but a whisper, your breath fogging out in front of you even with how quiet your voice was. He looked down at you, wrapping one arm around the small of your back and pressing you into his chest. You inhaled his scent, the smell of earth coming off of him. Your soft fingers rested on his clothed chest, your index finger running over the leather strap that ran across his shirt. 

“These aren’t the type of clothes you should be wearing when it’s this cold outside.” His voice was deep and soothing, like honey. But also glossed over with worry as he eyed you, his pants growing tighter the longer he gazed upon you. You were beautiful to him in every way. You let a small chuckle escape your throat as you pressed the side of your head into his chest. His steady heartbeat pounded against your ear, giving you a sense of relief knowing he was safe, warm, and healthy. 

“I didn’t feel like getting dressed.” You breathed out. It was true. You didn’t feel like putting on all your clothes in that moment, not wanting to feel the heavy weight of them pulling you down. You wanted to enjoy the moment of freedom you had. Listening to the peaceful sounds of the wind as it blew through the trees.

A small quiet gasp left your throat as Roan picked you up bridal style, your arms wrapping around his neck as he carried you inside towards the large bed in the room. The feeling of his leather and coarse fur coat tickled your soft, smooth skin. Earning a small giggle from you as he gently set you down on the bed. 

He hovered over you just long enough to place a sweet, innocent kiss to your lips before standing back in front of you. He began taking off his heavy clothing, letting it drop to the floor in swift movements as you watched him, eyes full of nothing but love and admiration. 

You laid there, one exposed leg sticking out from your robe as you kept yourself propped up on your elbows for support. Your eyes danced over his exposed chest as he tossed his shirt to the ground. You admired the many scars on his body, scanning over his toned abs and chest made your heart flutter in your chest. 

Finally, when he was stripped down to almost nothing he crawled into bed with you. Supporting himself over you once again to give you another kiss, a longer and more passionate one this time. Your lips molded with together, firmly pressing against each other as one of his arms wrapped around you, lifting you up and off the bed and into his chest. Your hands moving up to wrap around his neck, running your hands through his hair at the base of his neck at the same time.

When you pulled away you were both breathing heavily, resting your foreheads against each other as you caught your breath. Your eyes fluttered shut as he moved to lay down, taking you with him. 

He laid on his side, grabbing the sheets with his free hand and wrapping the two of you up in them. You let out a breath as the warmth spread around your body. You snuggled into his chest, admiring the way his eyes shined as he looked down at you. You caressed his face, rubbing your thumb along his cheek bone a few times, earning a soft sigh from him in return.

He pressed his hand against the small of your back, the warm touch sending sparks straight to your core. He placed a loving kiss on your forehead, making you giggle from the tickling sensation his stubble gave when it touched your skin. 

This is what love was. This is what true love was. 

[murphysluv-blog]

too much jealousy

Request from anon: Can you do a long Murphy x reader where he's extremely protective of the reader. You can choose what specifically happens

this turned into more of an angry jealous protective murph kind of thing idk not good hahhaa

Word count: 1,615

Warnings: swearin and mentions of smut

You and Murphy had only met once you reached the ground. You immediately warmed up to his sarcastic, douchey personality. He was flirty with everyone and most of the time everyone brushed him off. You didn’t. Somehow you found him charming and you let him continually flirt with you, and you occasionally flirted back. One night after you both got drunk, you hooked up, and from that point on it became a regular thing. Last night you had come to his tent, looking for a little stress relief. When you quietly unzipped the zipper and stepped in, he wasn’t in his normal pose, waiting for you on the bed. This time he was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

“Murph-Are you okay?” Your face scrunched out of confusion. His head shot up and he seemed nervous for once in his life.

“I-Uh-I don’t think I can, tonight.” He blurts out.

“What? Why? Did I do something?” Your brain had immediately thought that he no longer found you desirable. 

“No-Not that. I just am not in the mood.” He seemed mad suddenly, scaring you slightly.

“Oh. Okay.” You turn to walk out the tent flap and then you paused, and spun around on your heel. You looked at him again and started to speak,

“Is there someone else? Do you not want to do this anymore?” You would rather just know for good and move on then be tricked into believing something would come out of this.

“No, there’s no one else. I don’t know if I want to do this anymore.” You pout, and with a sudden burst of his usual flare he gives you a smirk for a second and says, “I mean don’t get me wrong the sex and you are amazing, but I don’t know. I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Can you try?” You plead with him, and he’s right, the sex was amazing and you didn’t want it to end.

“I-I’m starting to,” He pauses, “I’m starting to want more than just sex.” You think about this for a moment. 

“Like a relationship?” You question.

“Yea. I guess. If you don’t want that then it’s okay. I’m perfectly good with the sex.” You weren’t used to hearing Murphy being slightly more emotional than normal. But you knew you definitely wanted to keep this sex thing going, and you wanted to try out having a relationship with him. You were more scared about how he would be in a relationship, with the way he acted and the way he treated people sometimes.

“I’m down. Sure, let’s try it.” You shrug and walk over to him, “And now, we are going to keep up with our sex deal.” He smirks as you lean down to kiss him.

It was now the next morning  and everything felt different. Usually, after you guys banged you would go back to your tent immediately, and rarely you would pass out and leave first thing in the morning. No cuddling or touching, just a place for you to sleep. However, last night, you didn’t leave. You had both laid flat on your backs and panted heavily, and he had asked if you wanted to stay. You nodded and turned over on your side facing away from him. He sighed loudly and settled in on his side of the bed. Progressively throughout the night you must have rolled over because when you woke up, you were nestled in his arms, with your leg brought over top of his. You had your bra and underwear on and that was it. You were warm, and this felt nice. You felt comfortable and safe in his arms, and those weren’t things you were used to feeling. you breathed in and all you could smell was him. He smelled like the outdoors and there was a faint scent of soap on him. You closed your eyes again and smiled. You could get used to this. You felt him stir and you knew he was waking up. He tensed up at first, realizing the position you were in, and he slowly relaxed. He carefully pushed your leg off of him and your eyes opened, pretending you had just woken up. 

“Good morning.” You grumbled out, rubbing your eyes awake.

“Morning.” He said blankly and you were soon left alone in the bed after he had quickly thrown some clothes on and rushed out the tent. You understood that this was different for him, but it was different for you too and you thought of it as a good kind of different. Considering ‘this’ was his idea, you hoped heh wouldn’t be the one to have second thoughts this quickly. You stood up and pulled on yesterdays disheveled clothing. When you emerged from the tent, Jasper and Monty burst into a fit of laughter. You ran a hand through your hair and crossed your arms.

“What now?” You ask, yawning.

“You and Murphy? Together? Really?” Jasper questioned. 

“Yes, really.” You mumble. “Please don’t make it a big deal.” You beg them both, using your face as an extra persuasion method.

“We will try. No promises.” Monty says laughing softly.

“Can I ask one question?” Jasper looks at you hopefully. You nod.

“How long have you been a thing?” 

“Define a ‘thing’” You say using your fingers to air quote the word thing. “Because if ‘thing’ means sleeping together than that’s been going on for a few weeks. If ‘thing’ means dating, then that started last night.” Your honest with them, hoping they will just drop it. They both seem surprised with your admission.

“Wow. Well, the whole camp will know soon enough if you don’t cover that up.” Jasper says smiling and gesturing towards your collarbone region. You blush and smack his chest as you walk away. You pull your hair in front of your chest to cover your neck.

“What were you guys talking about?” Murphy’s voice startles you and you spin around.

“Nothing.” You shrug and turn and keep walking towards the wall. You hear Murphy scoff behind you. 

The next few days you continue to come over and spend the night with him and you didn’t talk much during the day. In fact, he completely ignored you throughout the day unless you were talking to someone else or you spoke directly to him. He had also been extra aggressive recently, and not just to you. He was more moody than normal and it definitely had to do with being your ‘boyfriend’. Today was the worst day so far. You had woken up and he had left first like always and you left after. Finn approached you about the possibility of more supplies being in the bunker, and you listened intensely. Suddenly Murphy was there and had turned your head towards his. He kissed you, but it wasn’t a warm kiss. It was like he was showing you off. Like you were something he had to polish and keep clean. You push him off of you and Finn shoots you a wide eyed sympathetic look. Murphy stood in front of you now with his arms crossed and his eyebrows furrowed.

“The fuck was that for?” He fumes at you.

“Pushing you off of me? I was trying to talk to Finn about important things and you interrupted.” You both had let your sarcastic personalities come out at this point and you knew this wouldn’t lead anywhere good.

“So you would rather talk to him than me?” He glares down at you.

“Well you certainly don’t want to talk to me.” Your both staring at each other with your arms crossed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“That your treating me like shit, in this presumably short relationship.” You spit at him, his face changes when you say ‘presumably short’ revealing your doubts about how long this would last.

“Don’t play innocent. You flirt with all the guys. Your always touching them and being obnoxious.” You scoff when he says this, if he thinks you not being an asshole is you being flirty, than clearly something had to change.

“You know what? This isn’t going to work. Sorry but I’m not going to act like I’m your possession.” You speed walk back to your tent. You glance around and are embarrassed by how unintentionally loud you both were. When you got back to your tent you just stood in the middle of the area. You glanced over at your bed which hadn’t been slept in for weeks. You ran your fingers through your hair and scoffed out loud thinking of how he had acted. You heard your tent flap opening and it was Murphy.

“Look Y/N, I-I’m sorry.” You were surprised by his apology. He doesn’t apologize to anyone for anything. 

“I acted like a dick because I was afraid to get to close to you, but I was also afraid of losing you. I’m so used to losing people.” He admits. You feel bad for yelling at him in front of everyone. 

“It’s okay. I understand.” You say quietly. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. I don’t like being treated like an object.” You say still minorly upset about earlier. 

“I didn’t mean too. I just saw you talking to Finn and I wanted to show him he needed to back off my girl.” You roll your eyes teasingly and smack him lightly. 

“Maybe we shouldn’t date just yet. But, we can still figure it out and get ready to date.” You say with a hopeful look. “And we can keep fucking.” You slip in and gives you a half smile and a half smirk. 

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Sunflower- Zoe Murphy

Pairing: Zoe Murphy x Reader

Characters: Zoe Murphy

Warnings: N/A

Request: @im-a-rocketman - Maybe the word “growth” for Zoey MurphyxReader,

Word Count: 418

Author: Charlotte

“Where did you put the tape measure?” You asked looking through the folder that had all the information for your project in it and should have had the tape measure in it, but it was missing.

“Check behind the pot,” Zoe responded.

You looked behind the small plastic flowerpot to find the wrapped-up tape measure. It had come out of a dollar store sewing kit and the numbers were barely legible anymore, but it still did the job you needed. You handed the folder over to Zoe whom was sat on the edge of her bed. She dug through the paper to find the table that had only been filled in about halfway.

“What’s the date?” She asked.

“Fourteenth.”

She nodded her head and filled in the box before looking up at you for you to do your bit of work so she could finish filling in the table.

You rolled out the tape measure and held it up to the stem of the plant. Holding the end that once had 0 written on it to the soil, you straightened the thin fabric until you could find which number corresponded with the top of it.

“Eleven centimeters,” you stated.

She wrote down the height before slotting the paper back into the folder. You rolled the tape measure back up so that it could join the rest of the project. Picking up the small watering can, you poured a few drops of water into the soil to help the growth of your plant.

“What is the point of this project?” Zoe questioned.

“Something about caring for something. Getting a little sunflower seed and showing it love and care and giving it everything that it needed until it grows big and strong and blossoms for the caregiver,” you shrugged. “Or maybe I’m reading into it a bit too much and it’s teaching us the basis of gardening.”

“It’s probably the latter,” Zoe chuckled as you joined her on the edge of the bed.

For one of your classes you had been given the task as pairs to see who could get a sunflower to grow the tallest. Of course, you picked your best friend Zoe Murphy and it seemed as though you were doing well together even if you had both begun to question what the point of the project even was.

“Either way it seems to be growing pretty well.”

With that the two of you talked for a while before moving onto other homework that needed your attention.

[valentinaapower]

No Known Drink or Drug

Fandom: The 100

Pairing: MurphyxReader

Prompt Summary: Murphy and reader get drunk together. 

Word Count: 788

Warnings: Drinking, FLUFF, mentions of smut

Inspired by THIS song

Out of a group of one hundred convicts, you perceived yourself as the most innocent. You were a sly, nimble, young child, who used your abilities to steal extra food and clothes for your old grandmother who was sick and unable to help herself. Your success brought both fear and joy to your grandmother, but instead of scolding you for your actions, she decided to keep the secret between you two. You still have never found out how the secret was discovered after she passed away or how you wound up as teenage criminal.

But that didn’t matter now as you now lived on the toxic Earth with only a drop ship and flimsy tents as protection. You stood behind a table by the drop ship, chopping up and peeling apart nuts that hunters had found in the woods. Every couple minutes, you would sneak a handful into your pocket to save for later, knowing very well that one hundred teenagers couldn’t survive on just nuts. As the last hunting party came in from the woods, you took one last handful of nuts and stuffed them inside your jacket pocket. Turning away from the table, you popped one in your mouth as you headed towards your tent in the back section of camp.

“I saw that,” you heard a voice call. Your blood ran hot as you turned to see the one and only, John Murphy, leaning against the edge of the drop ship. Murphy was arguably one of the worst parts of being on the ground, Bellamy Blake ran neck and neck with him. He and Murphy were the kings of the ground.

“So what? I stole a handful, did you really expect me not to?” you asked with your mouth still full. Murphy walked towards you, his right hand hidden behind his back.

“We both know that you stole more than a handful,” Murphy smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. You wavered for a second, eyeing the delinquent up and down. You kept your lips sealed as you swallowed the remains of the nuts, shoving your hands deep inside your pockets.

“What do you want, Murphy?” you spat, keeping a steady eye on his right arm. Murphy stopped walking, twisting his head around camp to see if anyone was watching. Slowly, he pulled out something from behind his back, blood pounded in your ears.

“How about we get a little tipsy?” he asked with roguish smile. You almost laughed as he waved a dirt covered bottle of moonshine in front of your face, the nozzle dangling from his fingers. Here you were, standing in front of John Murphy who was essentially asking you to get wasted with him. You considered the offer, looking from the half empty bottle to your fingers tucked inside your pockets.

“We keep this between us,” you reply, pulling out a couple nuts from your pocket. Murphy nods, letting the bottle drift down by his hips.

“Whatever you say, darling,” Murphy coos.

-

The next couple hours rushed by in one big blur. All you could remember was Murphy cracking open the moonshine bottle and all your morals washing away. Whatever was in those nuts weren’t helping either as the world in front of you was nothing but a mixture of colors and sounds. You lay flat on your back, stomach aching from laughing. Murphy sat up next to you, bringing the bottle to his lips. Outside came the steady sound of rain drops.

“Guess we’ll be stuck in here for a while,” Murphy slurs, setting the empty bottle down. You laughed.

“What a shame.”

Murphy leans down on the mattress, propping his head up with his hand. His eyes drift down towards your body.

“I can’t believe they sent you down here,” he mumbles, placing his fingers on top of  your stomach. His cold fingertips sends shivers up your back.

“Neither can I,” you mumble.

Murphy moves his fingers up towards your ear, playing with the strands of your hair. You turn your head to look up at him, watching as his dilated eyes kept fixated on you.

“How did you get such a bad rap?” you asked in a small voice. Murphy’s eyes flicker around the room, the corners of his mouth twitching.

“I could’t tell you.”

It happened quickly. You put your hand on Murphy’s cheek and all of sudden, his lips were on yours. And then he was on top of you, and soon, his jacket was discarded. Was this really happening? You ran your hands underneath Murphy’s shirt, digging your fingernails into the flesh on his back.

It continued to pour, the rain pelting the outside of the tent. Seconds stretched out into minutes and minutes stretched into hours with nothing but the roaring thunder playing in the background.

[wellwellwellcometochilis]

First Time(connor murphyxreader SMUT)

requested: ya @kamkambam “Bro,,,, can u write a connor x reader thingy where the reader is chubby and has never had ,,sex”

word count: 2,035 :0

A/N: okay so this isnt the best but it isnt the worst ya know? anywho i hope you like itttt

Warnings: Cursing, self consciousness, SMutt written by a virgin? its more likely than you think!

When you and Connor had first started dating, you two had both been totally okay with waiting until the both of you were ready to have sex. You both had been virgins and the casual heated make out session was the farthest the both of you had gone. And you two were content. But now,  the two of you had been dating for 5 months and were both getting quite antsy. Though, as much as you wanted to do it with Connor, there was one slight problem. You hated the way you looked.

Hell it took you a whole week to figure out that Connor wasn’t playing a prank on you when he first asked you out. Every time the two of you would make out , and he would try and put his hand up your shirt, you would always squirm or tense up under him. Connor tried to help, but you would never listen. "Hey babe" "Yea Con?" "You know your beautiful, right?" "Ha ha very funny" He frowned, he needed to find a way to prove that you were as beautiful as he saw you as.  

You two were on his bed, his parents were gone for the weekend and he decided to invite you over. Today was the day , he thought, the day he was going to ask you to have sex with him. You two were cuddled on top of his fleece comforter, watching some mindless show on television. His arm wrapped around your torso, something that you only allowed him to do. You wanted him, bad, but you were scared. What if he thinks your fat? What if he thinks my stretch marks are gross? What if he doesn’t like it? What if it hurts? Your mind was racing with more and more questions. You started to get worried. You hoped he didn’t notice. He did. "Are you okay (Y/N)?" You nodded and he squeezed your side. You relaxed into his touch, you knew he didn’t buy it, but he wasn’t one to push you. You were grateful. He sighed and moved so he was facing you, his back to the TV. "Okay look, I know we talked about this when we first got together and I wanted to ask you now" You knew what was coming. He continued. "I wanted to know, if-if" "If what Con?" He cleared his throat. "iwantedtoknowifyouwantedtohavesexwithme" You grabbed his and he looked up at you. "look Connor, I would love to, but- I'm-" You started to choke. Connor rubbed your arms reassuringly. "I'm scared Con, what if it hurts too much? Huh? Or what if you don’t like the way I look? Or-" He cut you off with a passionate kiss. "look (Y/N) I love you more than you could ever imagine. I love everything about you. I love the way you trust me when nobody else does. I love the way your laugh lights up my day, even when I think nothing else can. I love the way you hold me and let me rant about how terrible school is. I love how your face turns red when were in the hallways together and I kiss you, or I hold your hand" You started to tear up. "And your body? Fuck- Don’t even get me started! I love how soft your body is. I love you stomach and how I can lay on it what you run your fingers through my hair, and I love it when you get goosebumps every time I grab your ass when were kissing." You smiled and he continued. "Oh! And your thighs! Don’t even get me started on them! Jesus fuck I just want to put my face in-between them and, as I'm eating you out you have your thighs wrapped around my head wanting more. I love your boobs, I love how when I grab them you cant help but whimper my name. I sometimes imagine you riding me, and seeing your tits bounce, and hearing you moan my name while I'm holding onto you hips… " He looked up at you with desire in his eyes. You looked down and saw how hard he was just from talking about this. You blushed hard and pulled him into a kiss. This one deep and passionate. You moaned into his mouth. You crawled into his lap to straddle him. He pulled away and moved his lips to your ear. "Look babygirl, do you see what you do to me?" He growled in your ear. You whimpered then spoke. "I-I think I'm ready Con." He pulled pack to look in your eyes once more, just to make sure that you were completely sure. You nodded, and pulled at the collar of his shirt, bringing him into a lustful passionate kiss. He moved his hands to rest at your hips, gripping them tightly. You gasped slightly, giving Connor full entrance to your mouth. Your tongues moved together gracefully. You hands found his way into his hair and slightly tugged, he deeply moaned into the kiss. You suddenly were very aware of the hardness pressed against you. You softly grind your hips against his. His breath hitches and the grip on your waist tightens.   You grind again, this time for confidently, his hips suddenly buck up against yours. You pull away for a moment to breath. He immediately lathes onto your neck, sucking and biting at any part of your neck that would elicit a moan out of you. You grind against him again, harder this time. This makes him bite hard on you collarbone. You grip his hair tighter and grind again. His hands move to grip you thighs, and you pull him down on top of you.  Your hands travel down his back and grip the hem of his shirt, pulling it up. He smiles into your neck and breaks the connection. He pulls off his shirt, and immediately reconnects his lips to yours. His hand travels up your inner thigh and you moan into his mouth. He bites the bottom of your lip making you whimper. You start to palm him through his pants. "Fuck (Y/N) your gonna be the death of me" You respond by squeezing his bulge once more , making him gasp. His hand moves closer to your core as you continue to rub and squeeze him. He bucked into your hands unintentionally. "Sh-shit" he breathed out. His hand suddenly cups your heat and you moan. You start to unbutton his pants and hastily jerk them down. He kicks them off and pulls your off as well. You start to rub him again but he grabs your wrist and pulls it above you head, keeping it in place. You look at him in confusion but before you can say anything he pulls your shirt over your head. You squirm under him, wanting to cover you stomach but he had other plans. Without missing a beat he attacks the newly exposed skin. Making marks everywhere his lips touched. He pulled back to admire his work and then glances up at you, his eyes  dark and full of lust. Still making eye contact he starts to kiss down your stomach, kissing each individual stretch mark on the way down.  He eventually made his way to the edge of your panties. He pauses for a moment before finally letting go of your hands and focusing on removing you underwear. When they finally come off he throws them off the bed and pulls his boxers off as well. You start to stare at his dick and those questions start to come back to you. "Look at it! How is that supposed to fit!" You started to panic, and he noticed immediately. He grabbed your hand and started to rub it. "We're gonna go slow, okay?" He kissed your temple and you immediately felt better, you nodded, and he went back in between you legs. He reached out and started to rub you clit with his thumb. You were putty under him, the pleasure was overwhelming. He slowly put his index finger inside and looked up at you for the okay, you nodded. He slowly started to pump it. You whimpered loud. Fuck. "M-more please" You moaned out. That sound alone went straight to his dick. He needed you to do that again. He stuck in another finger and started to pump them faster. You were a mess under him, the only word in your vocabulary being his name. "Connor oh-oh my god" You were practically shaking with pleasure. The sensation of his thumb on you clit along with his slender fingers was practically too much to bare. He added another and you couldn’t take it anymore. You grabbed you wrist and his head whipped up at you. Looking for any sign of discomfort. Instead he found your eyes half-lidded and full of pleasure. "do you have a condom?" Connor nodded and reached over you to grab something from his bedside table. He brought back a condom and a small bottle of lube. He noticed you staring at it. "I-I did some research beforehand and this is supposed to make it hurt less" He muttered out. Any fear you had went out the window when you realized how much this boy really cared about you. You could have started crying, but, obviously you did not. Instead you grabbed the condom from him and swiftly opened it. You threw the wrapper on the floor and sat up a little. You hesitantly grabbed hold of his hard-on and start to slowly pump it. Connor's head flew back in pleasure and he let out a deep moan. You smiled and pumped him for a few more seconds before rolling the condom on. He grabbed the bottle and squeezed some lube into his hand, then lathered himself up. He pushed you back on the bed and you opened up you legs. "Are you ready…" "Yea Con, I'm ready" He positioned himself in-between your legs. You gripped the bedsheets and he gripped your hips reassuringly. You smiled at him and nodded. He nodded back and started to put the tip in. You gasped and he squeezed your hips. You took a few deep breaths and nodded. He started to put more in and eventually you were hip to hip with him. "Just breath (Y/N) okay? Your doing great" You just smiled and took a few more deep breath. After a minute you were finally comfortable. "Move" was all you could muster out. He hummed and start to slowly move in and out of you. You gripped the sheets tighter and let out a small moan. "F-faster Con" He started to pick up speed and he moaned quietly. You bit you lip as he started to thrust faster. You pulled him down into a sloppy kiss. You moaned into his mouth and gripped his hair tightly. He thrusted faster and moved his hand down. Began to massage you clit once more. "f-fuck babygirl you feel so good" he said in-between moans. You felt an unfamiliar but not unwelcome warmth in the pit of your stomach. "Im-im close babe" "Me too" You started to whine as he attempted to thrust faster than before. You moaned loud as your orgasm came crashing down on you. You body tightened against his length as waves of pure bliss washed over you. He breathing became labored as he came inside you. His thrusts becoming sloppy as he rode it out. As you came down from your high, he pulled out of you and got up to dispose of the condom, tying it , and throwing it into the trash. "Are you okay?" he asked you. "I'm better than okay, Con. That was amazing." You laughed. "Im glad you agree babe." You smile at him and scurry under the covers, he joins you and you lay against his chest. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer to him. You two lay there for a moment before you finally speak up. "So Connor" you start. "I didn’t know you had a hair pulling kink."

[crossbows-and-moonshine]

Mobile Masterlist.

Daryl imagines;

Little black dress.

Summary: It’s the welcome party for you at Alexandria and a little black dress makes your dreams come true. Warnings: Swearing, a little bit of sexiness, and of course that hot crossbow-wielding redneck that we all love.

Truth or dare.

Summary: After a hard day, you and your best friend Daryl get drunk leading to some fun. Warnings: Swearing, smut, alcohol.

Scar.

Summary: Feeling ugly after being disfigured, Daryl helps you see your beauty. Warning: Swearing, a little angst, and lots of fluff.

Panic attacks and pregnancy.

Summary: You get the shock of your life. Warning: Panic attack, fluff and pregnancy.

Making up.

Summary: You and your fiancé Daryl have a huge fight, but then make up in the best way. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut.

A twin thing.

Summary: An unexpected person comforts you after a loss. Warnings: Death, swearing, fluff.

Shower time.

Summary: You’re new to Alexandria and you get a special welcome from someone. Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Damaged.

Summary: You meet Daryl in the line up with Negan and get more than you bargained for. Warnings: Swearing, angst, mention of child’s death, a bit of violence and smut.

Damaged part 2.

Summary: Part 2. Daryl starts to be extra protective of you, causing some tension. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut.

BangBang.

Summary: After leaving with Merle, Daryl comes back and blames himself for you getting shot, which leads to him confessing his feeling. Warning: Swearing, fluff, Daryl tears.

Hope.

Summary: Daryl wants kids and you’re scared to tell him you can’t have them. Warning: Swearing, mentions of infertility, and fluff. Lots of fluff!

Trip to Alexandria.

Summary: You’re Jesus’s sister and go with him to Alexandria for the first time. Warning: Swearing.

The necklace.

Summary: You were looking for Merle unaware he was dead. You ended up finding Daryl and he helps you with your grief. Warnings: Swearing, fluff.

Birthday present.

Summary: Daryl gets jealous of you spending time with Rick and fucks things up. Warning: Swearing, angst.

Protector.

Summary: You’re in the line up, Negan takes a liking to you and Daryl tries to protect you. Warnings: Swearing, angst, violence.

Confusion.

Summary: Daryl likes you but finds you kissing a woman and gets jealous, leading to feelings being revealed. Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Date with Mr Dixon.

Summary: Daryl asks you to have dinner with him. Warnings: Swearing, fluff.

Date with Mr Dixon. Part 2.

Your little pet.

Summary: Negan lets you pick someone to help satisfy you sexually. Warnings: Smut, swearing.

Reunited part 1.

Summary: You’re Ricks eldest daughter and haven’t seen him since before the turn, you’re finally reunited with him in Alexandria when you’re picked up by Aaron. You start to develop feelings for Daryl as you get to know each other. Warnings: Swearing, fluff, angst, drama, smut eventually.

Reunited part 2.

Dirty Dixons.

Summary: You have a threesome with Daryl and Merle. Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Lost.

Summary : You get separated from Glenn during a run and he loses you. When Daryl finds out, he isn’t happy. He goes to find you and he admits his feelings. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut, fluff.

Anger management.

Summary: You and Daryl have an argument and up scares you. Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff.

Princess.

Summary: You and Daryl hate each other but get forced to go on a run together. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut.

Princess part 2.

Summary: You and Daryl have fun in the watch tower after the run earlier that day. Warnings: Swearing, smut, daddy kink.

Angel baby.

Summary: You’re pregnant with Daryls baby but suffer a miscarriage. Warnings: Swearing, angst, miscarriage.

Sophia part 1.

Summary: You find Sophia when she’s missing and help her back to the group. Warnings: Swearing, angst.

Sophia. Part 2.

Kings and Queens.

Summary: You get injured on a run but Daryl saved you and admits his feelings. Warnings: Swearing, violence, fluff.

Fatherhood.

Summary: You and Daryl were together pre apocalypse, but he left you when you thought you might be pregnant. Now in Alexandria you and your daughter come face to face with the man who abandoned you. Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff.

Forgiveness.

Summary: Daryl left you for Merle, he comes back when he realises he made a mistake and tries to fix it. Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff.

Bipolar beauty.

Summary: You’re Jesus’s sister and suffer with bipolar. You move to Alexandria so Denise can help you but you find what you need from someone unexpected. Warnings: Swearing, fluff, smut, mentions of bipolar, self harm and mental health.

Heatwave.

Summary: You catch Daryl masturbating and decide to help. Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Daryl x Lucy.

Request: Can you do one where a girl name Lucy and Daryl are married and they’re in Alexandria but they have an argument. So Deanna is having her welcome party but then Lucy is worried about Daryl so she goes to go look for him and when they meet in the street, they admit that they were sorry to each other and they have make up, passionate, rough sex? Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut.

Mine.

Summary: Daryl gets jealous and makes his feelings known . Warnings: Swearing, smut.

Asshole.

Summary: A guy at the prison is bothering you and Daryl finds out and gets mad. Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff.

Shy.

Summary: You and Daryl like each other but you’re too shy and end up avoiding him. He gets the wrong idea and confronts you. Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff.

Hero.

Summary: Daryl and Rick save you from your own group. Warning: Swearing, fluff, angst.

Let’s talk about sex.

Summary: You and Daryl are in a relationship and are both virgin’s. Pre apocalypse. Warnings: Swearing, smut, fluff.

Jane doe. Part 1

Summary: You lose your memory and Daryl finds you in the woods. Warnings: Swearing, angst, smut, fluff.

Home.

Summary: You and Daryl are friends and you get separated at the fall of the prison. You meet back in Alexandria and confess your feelings.

Don’t give up.

Summary: Daryl stops you from killing yourself and admits his feelings. Warnings: Mentions suicide, sadness, fluff and smut.

Request: Anon.

Can I get an imagine where ur at Alexandria and in ur own house with daryl and u get bad nightmares one night and u wake him up thanks Hun xx

Request: @caylynn1122

Hey could you do an imagine where the reader is daryls daughter and carl finds her outside the walls while he’s on a run. He ask her what’s her name and she says (y/n) Dixon and carl brought her to the Hiltop so she can see daryl.

Request: Anon.

Can I get a daryl imagine where youre arguing and say you find out about his backscars(I dunno his shirt rips or sum)and he suddenly becomes this sad wounded puppy and there’s a lot of crying and hugging and feelings are admitted? Warnings: Mentions of past abuse, fighting, swearing

Murphy MacManus imagines;

Whiskey and Church. Part 1.

Whiskey and church. Part 2.

“10. One finds the others blog. Hilarity ensues.” (Drabble.)

Rocco. (Not Murphyxreader. Short drabble told from Murphy’s POV.)

Connor Imagines;

3. They get stuck in an elevator. With Connor, Smutty please.

Protector. (Not ConnorxReader. Short drabble told from Connors POV.)

7. One’s forced to show them around the school on the first day.

Conphy;

Sickness and soup.

Request: Connor taking care of Murphy when he’s sick. Warnings: Fluff, conphy cuteness.

Murphy/Reader/Connor;

3. Stuck in an elevator with Connor and Murphy.

Multi Chapter Fics;

Home. (Told in Murphy’s POV.) Chapter 1.

[verifiedgoddess-afterhours]

Do you get deja vu? (murphy x fem!reader) part 2 of this request!

(wc: 3.6k)

⌞ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ... (y/n) accompanies Murphy on a supply run, as a result of George's matchmaking and ulterior motives⌝

--Altura, present day

"George, please tell me you aren't serious."

Her friend shrugged, but (y/n) could plainly see the mischievous edge to her mouth. She would bet anything that her and Warren had conspired together to plan this.

"Sorry, I'm as serious as a heart attack."

(y/n) groaned and put her head into her hands, bracing her elbows on her knees. "This is unjust."

"Actually," George held up a finger "since I run Newmerica-"

(y/n) raised her head to shoot her friend a playful glare. George had noticed, in the few weeks since Murphy and his crew had joined them, her glares hadn't seemed as harsh.

She'd begun to smile more, but George didn't say anything because she was worried that (y/n) would stop.

"Yeah, yeah," her friend drawled. "you're the boss, whatever. But are you sure I have to go with him?" George nodded seriously.

"I wish I could keep you here, but Murphy needs very specific equipment to finish this, and he won't be able to do it without you."

Her words rang in (y/n)'s head. Murphy needed her... to help synthesize the cure. But that was it.

Right?

"What about whats-his-face?" She inquired. George only gave her a confused look in response.

(y/n) groaned. "The one who lost his hand? It's... T... something?" George's face lit up with recognition.

"Ten Thousand?"

(y/n) nodded. "Yeah, he's the one who killed all those zombies, right? Why don't you send him? He's also travelled with Murphy before."

George pursed her lips. "You don't know?"

The woman frowned, leaning back in her seat. "I don't know what?"

"His girlfriend, Red, she's pregnant."

She couldn't stop her jaw from dropping. "Seriously? That was fast." George laughed, the sound warm and welcoming. It was lovely, really.

"No shit. Newmerica's first baby. Technicially."

"So, he can't leave. It's too risky, especially with a baby on the way."

"Exactly," her friend nodded seriously. "That's why I need you to go."

She stood up and nodded, knowing that this was her job as George's second-in-command. "I hear you. I'll make sure it gets done. Listen for me on the radio."

George sported a crooked grin as she lifted two fingers to her brow in a salute. "Good luck, (y/n)."

The ex-prison guard shot her a salute back, shaking her head as she left her friend's office. This was going to be a long road trip.

She tapped her left foot impatiently as she leaned against the truck, waiting for the man she was supposed to accompany on this supply run. The sun had risen not long ago, and they were supposed to leave at dawn.

Well, at least that about Murphy hadn't changed. He still ran by his own clock, not giving a shit about what anybody else had going on.

When his figure finally became visible, the ex-prison guard lifted an unimpressed eyebrow. She made a show of checking her digital watch before glaring at him.

"How thoughtful of you to finally grace me with your presence," Her sarcasm was obvious, but he simply gave her a smile.

"Well, good morning to you too, sunshine." His voice was light, almost cheerful. Like he thought it really was a good morning. The corner of her mouth was tempted to lift into a smile, but she tamped it down.

The woman wasn't stupid, she wasn't letting

She pointed at the back of the truck, where their supplies were located. "Bag goes in there. I'm driving."

He frowned, but she was already hopping into the driver's seat. She hadn't survived this many years in a zombie-infested world to die because of his horrible driving. She trusted herself, and George.

And that was it.

After throwing his bag in the back of the vehicle, Murphy slid gracefully into the passenger seat beside her.

"Whose wasting daylight now?" He challenged, giving her a pointed look. She glared at him before pointing down at his seatbelt buckle.

"Seatbelt."

"Seriously?"

"Do you want to make the cure or not?"

He scrunched his nose up in annoyance before quickly buckling himself into his seat.

"There," he waved his hands, showing her his buckled seatbelt with a flourish. "Happy?" She gave him a sickeningly sweet smile before hitting the gas.

"Yep."

--Somewhere in Montana

(y/n) lifted her hands over her head and leaned to the left, stretching her sore muscles. They'd been driving for two days, with only a few hour long breaks so she could nap, before they hit the road again.

The sun was slowly inching towards the horizon, so she had chosen to stop for the night and set up camp so they could both get some proper rest.

And Murphy?

Well, he never made anything easy. And he sure as hell wasn't making this easy on her. Which definitely didn't help her feel any better either.

"How far to this place, anyway?" She asked him, as they both sat around the embers of a slowly-dying fire. The woody crackled weakly, leaving the smell of smoke lingering in the woman's hair and clothes.

He tossed her the paper map they'd brought along with them, grumbling. "See for yourself."

(y/n) pinched the bridge of her nose, inhaling deeply. She would not throw the map back at him like a child. She would handle this like the responsible adult she was.

So, naturally, she stuck her tongue out at him when he wasn't looking, adulthood be damned. As he munched on the MREs they had brought, she studied their destination on the road map.

"How did you guys make it to Spokane, anyway?" (y/n) questioned with a raised eyebrow. She and Warren had chatted briefly about their misadventures that led them across the state, but the ex-guard wasn't given many juicy details.

"Let's just say," he sighed heavily, dark eyes piercing the ground in front of his feet. "Warren's one lucky bitch."

She furrowed her eyebrows. "Warren's the lucky one? I think you're the lucky one."

He huffed a quiet chuckle before settling his eyes on her. "Is that right?"

"You have someone who cares about you like she does, so absolutely. You're the lucky one, not her. Especially since she got stuck with your sorry ass."

He shook his head, grinning at her. "My, my, the apocalypse has changed you."

She stiffened. "I guess that's what happens when the world ends. People change."

"Amen."

The following morning, after a fitful sleep, the duo set off again. (y/n) yawned behind the wheel, having barely slept the night before. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt his eyes on her.

But every time she'd opened them, he was sleeping soundly on the other side of their campfire.

At least, that's what it had looked like.

In reality, Murphy was watching her. Trying to figure out what it was about her that gave him hope. Such a foreign thing, really. Hope was something he gave up on the second Dr. Merch had let those monsters bite him.

All those years ago, hope had abandoned him. And he'd lived without it since.

But seeing her again, the woman who used to pretend his winks didn't fluster her as the iron bars of his cell separated them, stirred something in him. The stupid glimmer of hope had settled in his belly, fluttering its wings whenever she looked at him.

All this time, everyone he had known never really cared about him. They just cared about what was in his damn blood. He was their best shot at a cure for the Z virus, and nothing more.

Except for her.

She was the only one who'd known him before, who pretended not to care whether or not he lived or died. Even back at that hellhole of a prison, however, Murphy knew she cared.

She thought she was better at pretending than she really was.

"Should you really be driving?" He asked apprehensively, his red face wary. She tried to glare at him, but the horrible sleeps were catching up to her.

"Should you really be commenting on my capabilities?"

He sighed and got out of the vehicle, before walking around the hood and opening the driver's door.

"Come on, hop out."

She raised her eyebrows. "Who died and made you the boss?"

The man scoffed. "Sweetheart, if you want us to survive this trip, I suggest you let me drive. I didn't survive this long to die because you fell asleep at the wheel."

She mustered up the energy to roll her eyes. "Yeah, right. Like we're any safer with you behind the wheel."

"(y/n)," he spoke her name seriously. "get out of the damn truck." Reluctantly, she undid her seatbelt and listened to him. Her ass had barely hit the passenger seat before she was sleeping, the gentle sound of the road acting like a lullaby.

It was nice, having a break from Murphy's incessant presence and the anxiety she'd been riddled with since they'd taken off on this run together.

-- Spokane, Washington

Murphy awoke her with a gentle shake of her shoulder. The now-awake woman blinked her eyes open groggily, taking in the scenery around them with a yawn.

"Are we there," she asked, sitting up straighter in her seat. Murphy parked the vehicle in front of a large brick building, surrounded by fencing and the remnants of a large camp.

"We're here." His voice was grim, and he stared past her to look at the building. It had a weird feeling to it, something dark and a little dangerous.

Just like Murphy himself.

She undid her holster and grabbed her pistol before opening her door. When he didn't move, she gave him an expectant look.

"You coming?"

He shook his head a little before his gaze shifted to her. "What?"

"Aren't you coming?"

The man nodded quickly, and she narrowed her eyes at the odd movement. Was he... scared?

Well, well, well.

The all-powerful Murphy did have fears, after all.

The thought would have delighted her, if not for the work they had to do. Which- judging by the state of the building - was not going to be as easy as George had told them.

Her boots hit the asphalt as she hopped out of the truck, scanning their surroundings. Not a soul in sight, although that wasn't surprising. Following the black rain a few years ago, the apocalypse had been...different.

Weirder than usual.

They approached the building, only to discover the front doors were blocked from the inside with debris. (y/n) sighed as Murphy tried - and failed - to heave the door open with his shoulder, grunting.

"Why is nothing ever easy?"

"This is the apocalypse, sweetheart," Murphy muttered, looking around them anxiously. "It's not supposed to be easy." She huffed a breath.

"Yeah, well, a girl can dream," she started walking towards the other side of the building, looking for another entrance. "Is there somewhere else we can get in? A back door or something?"

Murphy, following closely on her heels, shook his head. "I had them all removed when I was set up here," he explained. "There's only one way in. Or out."

(y/n)'s eyes settled on a higher window, one of the very few with no bars on it.

"Says who?"

He followed her gaze to the window and immediately grabbed her wrist, stopping her in her tracks. Her immediate reflex was to recoil. They both paused awkwardly, before he cleared his throat and continued.

"Look, I don't know what's in there."

She arched an eyebrow. "And? We need the stuff for the cure, do we not?" He ran a hand through his dark hair.

"I'll go in first."

(y/n) shoved her pistol back into her thigh holster. "I don't think so. I can't exactly lift you up there."

"Then we'll find another way in!"

She narrowed her eyes at him. "What's your problem?"

The look he gave her was nothing short of anguished - written plain as day on his face. She wasn't sure if she was afraid... or intrigued.

"My problem, is that you want to go in there alone. And I have no idea what brain-eating creature will be waiting for you. Us," He tacked on quickly, as if it was an afterthought.

She gave him a wry, teasing smile. "Murphy, are you worried about me?" He sighed heavily.

"I think I liked you better when you were afraid of me."

His gaze flickered away from her and his shrug seemed forced, causing her smile to widen.

"That's not true, is it?"

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," he protested weakly, moving to stand below the window to help her up.

She braced her foot on her knee as his hands gripped her waist, ready to push her higher so she could enter through the window. The fabric did very little to dull the feeling of his hands on her, but she forced herself to tease him instead - a distraction.

"Aw, don't tell me you actually like me, Al."

He paused, obviously not expecting the nickname to fall from her lips. She took that moment to step up, hefting herself up and through the window.

It's glass had been broken long ago, and crunched softly beneath her boots as she maneuvered through the opening.

"You okay?" His call reached her. Instead of replying, she reached a hand out the window and showed off her middle finger. His chuckle was quiet, growing distant as she made her way through the room.

The place had been ransacked, it looked like. Debris littered practically every surface, scattered in a way that suggested someone - or something - had called this place home after Murphytown had fallen apart.

(y/n) took her gun from her holster again. Moving through the building slowly, she had a feeling it wouldn't be wise to be unarmed. Distantly, she thought she heard a floor creaking.

Cautiously, she approached the room that she thought the noise had originated from. Despite years of survival, her heart still pounded as she crept towards it.

From the doorway, she couldn't see anything beyond the typical debris and a busted-up cradle. This looked like a child's room, complete with a table set for tea and -

(y/n) screamed as the thing flew at her face. Her finger closed over the trigger reflexively, sending a bullet through the nearby window. As the glass fell, she swatted blindly at the air.

"Fucking hell," she cursed, watching the bird fly happily over her head and down the hall. "Chill out, (y/n)."

Downstairs, she swore she heard a thumping. She adjusted the grip on her gun and slowly began descending the stairs. She felt more confident now, after the bird scare.

Surely there wouldn't be anything still here. Or, at least, that's what she tried to tell herself to calm her racing heart.

The thumping continued, punctuated by a worried cry of her name. She sighed and rolled her eyes. Just that selfish idiot, trying to bust the door down.

"Relax," she shouted back, quickly jogging down the stairs towards the door. "I'm fine! It was just a bir-" The zombie careened into her, its rotting stench filling her nostrils.

She fought against the feeling of bile rising in her throat. It's arms latched onto her and it tugged. Her blood froze as her hold released on her gun, which skittered off to the side.

"Shit," she cried out, pushing at its shoulders to keep its snapping teeth off of her. It smelt like death, and felt like it too. This fear was something she hadn't experienced very often lately, unused to its crippling effect.

"Murphy!" She managed, gritting her teeth as its spit flew at her, teeth gnashing the empty air. "Help me! Please!"

She'd known this man at the prison. Watched as he fled from the zombies during outbreak, not bothering to help his fellow prisoners. What on God's green earth had made her think that he would help her?

(y/n) panted, finally having managed get the thing off her. She pushed it roughly. The sound of squelching flesh reached her ears as its arm fell off from the impact of hitting the opposite wall.

Murphy's anxious voice called over the sound of him hitting the door repeatedly, trying to get in to her.

"I'm coming! Hang in there, (y/n)!"

The fear in his voice matched what she was feeling as the zombie shambled towards her. Her heart pounded in her ears as she watched a few more of its friends stumble through a dark doorway nearby.

"Please, hurry!"

Gun. She needed to find her gun. The thumping had stopped - had he left her?

Oh God, he'd left her here to fight them on her own. When was the last time she'd fought a zombie? Oh, she was so fucked.

The first one's remaining arm flailed out towards her and she ducked, knees hitting the floor. She was quick to crawl forwards and kick its knee out, sending it sprawling to the floor.

She stood - the other zombies quickly gaining on her - and stomped roughly on its rotting skull. The contents of its head splattered her boots and pants, bloody proof of the mercy she'd given it.

The sound of three gunshots caused her ears to ring a little and she whirled around, trying to catch her breath.

"What the-"

Murphy stood with her gun in his hand, face stony as he watched the undead corpses fall to the ground. There were bullet wounds in each of their heads. A kill shot.

He'd killed them, to save her.

His chest was heaving - just like hers - and he closed the distance between them quickly. His softly shaking hands grabbed her shoulders, his eyes wild and searching her for injuries.

"Are you bit?"

"No," she shook her head, wiping blood from her cheek. "I'm fine."

"You're hurt. Shit, I told you, you shouldn't have-"

"Murphy."

His eyes finally settled on hers as he angled his face downwards to look at her. She stared pointedly down at the hands clutching her jacket and he immediately let go, taking a step back.

The two avoided eye contact briefly, giving (y/n) time to access the damage he'd done to the doors. The debris had been cast aside like it weighed nothing, and she sword the door was hanging crookedly.

Like Murphy had torn it apart, just to get to her. The thought warmed her cheeks, so she hung her head as she pushed past him to head up the stairs.

"Let's just get this shit and go home."

--Altura, the following week

George looked at her expectantly as (y/n) slammed the door the vehicle closed and strode away. "Well?"

"'Well' what?"

George's eyes were alight with excitement, but over what - (y/n) wasn't sure. She was planning something, that was for sure.

"How was it?"

The ex-guard shrugged, casting a glance at Murphy, who was grabbing their supplies to take straight to Sun Mei's old lab. "It was fine. We got everything, so the cure should be ready for testing soon."

George shook her head, smiling. "That's not what I was talking about, and you know it." (y/n) feigned innocence, cocking her head.

"What, you mean how you sent me with him on purpose? Nice try, Cupid, but it's not going to be that easy."

George raised a dark eyebrow, watching her friend cast a small smile at Murphy as he walked past, supplies in hand. The man returned it, eyes softer than what George thought was possible - based on Warren's description of him - and her own experiences with the man.

"I hate you," (y/n) muttered, pulling George in for a quick, fierce hug. Her friend was surprised, but returned it after a brief second of hesitation.

"I love you too, buddy."

The women pulled away, and (y/n) laughed despite herself. "Just so you know, I'll get you back for this." George laughed.

"You gonna tell me what happened, or not?"

George watched as her friend strode away, shaking her head fondly. Heading in the same direction as Murphy had gone - towards Sun Mei's old lab.

"Nope," she called over her shoulder, grinning happily.

She had other things to tell someone else.

George could wait, because right now: she needed to talk to Murphy. They were years in the making - from before the apocalypse to today.

And she was done waiting.

--Pacifica, 1 year later

Later, memories of before began to surface. How her heart would race anytime he was near, the stumble in her words at the sight of his stupid winks. The way she had tried to play it off for her own sanity.

A guard could never love a prisoner - no matter how charming he could be. The charming were often the worse ones, after all. But not Murphy. Murphy was different.

So, she told herself it was fear. That she snuck glances at him because she was afraid he'd try to hurt her. That she thought of him often because of how much he terrified her.

But she wasn't afraid, she'd been lying to herself. She could see that now.

It was never fear. It was love.

As if he could sense she was thinking of him, Murphy suddenly sat down on the bench beside her, sun rays hitting his red-tinted skin and highlighting the flattering cut of his suit.

"So, what'll it be today, my dear? You gonna throw me in solitary confinement, or let me enjoy the sunshine?" He asked, trailing a hand down her arm until it reached her hand, before lifting it to his mouth. His kiss was gentle, unlike the rest of him.

And she loved it.

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see, Al."

"Yes, ma'am."

NOTES;

ok i actually love them so much omg

[ao3feed-the100]

stupid

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2O6ylM5

by elvenloki

prompt - “” Would you write a MurphyxReader story about the reader telling Murphy to call them a nickname? Like Y/N and Y/NN kind of thing? “”

Words: 625, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Relationships: John Murphy/reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2O6ylM5

[uniqorrn]

John Murphy Imagine

Location: The Dropship

Summary: After Clarke accused Murphy of killing Wells, he was beaten up by the other camp members and almost hung by his best friend, Bellamy Blake. After this, you find yourself preparing some different medicines and treatments for his wounds. Being the camps personal doctor you are one of the only ones that knows how to heal and treat wounds. However, you had never really spoken with Murphy, and he had never spoken to you but only a handful of times. But, you can't control the attraction the two of you grow for each other.

Pairing(s): Murphy x reader

Warnings: blood, angst, violence, language, mentions hanging, fluff, kinda smutty? not really.

Words: 1,734

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"Murphy! What did you do to Wells?" Your head shot up into the direction of the sudden shout, your eyes watching as Clarke stormed out of the tent she had been in previously. Bellamy and a few others following shortly after her. She looked furious but also hurt. You furrowed your brows as you watched her, growing progressively angrier the closer she got to Murphy. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your leg beginning to bounce up and down where you sat. You didn't really know Murphy that well, as the two of you never really spoken to each other. You knew nothing of his past or what kind of person he was truly like. You only saw what he wanted everyone to see, that tough-guy persona he put on every day here at the camp. However, you were smarter than that and knew that the windows to the soul were the eyes and everyone had a past you just didn't know his yet. "What the hell are you talking about?" He spat, eyes glaring into her as she reached behind her and around to her pocket. Pulling out a very familiar knife. "We found this with two of Wells' fingers where his body was." She held up a knife, a bend at the end of it, signaling that it was his knife. "What and you think I did it?" He scoffed, shoving his hands into his pockets. "You were the one who threatened to kill him!" Gasps and hushed whispered were heard from the group that had formed around Clarke and Murphy. The quiet whispers were turning into shouts of protests, each person growing angrier with Murphy. "I'm saying that you killed Wells." "Yeah, he tried to killed Jasper too!" Octavia joined in, creating several more gasps and whispers throughout the crowd. You stayed where you were; your leg began bouncing up and down anxiously. A few more words were said and sudden shouting was heard throughout the camp. Suddenly, Murphy was dragged off somewhere, people shouting and throwing their fists up into the air as they vanished somewhere in the camp. You quickly followed behind them, your heart beat speeding up the closer you got to the shouting. When you got there, your eyes widened at the sight before you. You stood there frozen to the ground, as you watched Bellamy push the creature out from underneath Murphy's feet, the noose wrapping around his neck tightly as he struggled for air. You can imagine the shock on your face when you saw what was going on. You were on the sensitive side—you didn't like things that were very violent. You didn't like fighting, blood, killing, anything related to violence wasn't your thing. Most people picked on you for it, or made comments about how you won't survive here on earth if you don't learn to fight and defend yourself. Going into the medical field was a surprise, since you didn't like to look at blood. However, your heart was stronger than your dislikes and fears. You wanted to help people feel better. You wanted to help save people's lives. That's why Abby picked you to go down to the ground. So someone could watch over the 100 that were sent to a planet they weren't even sure was livable. "Stop! I killed Wells! It wasn't him.." A small girl shouted, making her way into the small circle, bringing you out of your dazed state. You watched Clarke cut the ropes, and Murphy falling to the ground before you tired and walked away. Suddenly, feeling sick from the situation that just happened, you entered your tent, sitting yourself down on the edge of your makeshift cot. You tried to bring your breathing back to normal, placing your hands in your head to rub at your forehead in an attempt to get rid of the headache that had formed. You stayed like that for awhile, sitting on your cat as you just stared at your shoes. It was quiet and there was no one to bother you. However, that was short-lived when Clarke entered your tent. "Y/n, can we talk?" You looked up at her with tired eyes and gave her a short but stern nod. You stood up, pulling your loose jacket over your shoulder as you shifted your weight onto your right side. "To make this short, I need you to come treat Murphy's injuries before they get infected. I would do it myself, but I wouldn't know where to start." You stared at her for a good minute, wondering why someone like her---that wanted to create peace would cause such a situation to occur--. It irritated you, to say the least. "That's why I'm here isn't it?" You cocked a brow, crossing your arms over your chest. "Just give me a few minutes to grab my things." You added turning on your heels to look through your supplies. "I'll send him in." You ignored her as you grabbed little containers of different powders and herbs, rags and bowls of water, along with any other supply you might need for treating his injuries. "I don't need someone to look at my wounds!" You rolled your eyes at his words, placing down the last container of herbs on your small makeshift table. He entered your tent, throwing back the tent flaps rather roughly. You gestured to your makeshift cot, grabbing your bowl of water and rags first. "You can sit there." Your voice was quiet and soft as you spoke like honey. He sat down with no complaints, placing his hands on his knees. You walked in front of him and grabbed his chin to tilt his head up. Your kind eyes examined the wounds on his face, studying each cut, bruise, and gash on his face. You then moved to his neck, your eyes filling with sadness at the bruised lines that formed on his neck. Your fingers reached out to them slowly touching the skin lightly with your finger tips. Murphy flinched back, sucking in a breath at the contact. You pulled your hand back, mumbling a small sorry as you reached for your wet rag. You gently wiped the blood off his face, careful not to press too hard on the bruises already forming. "Why are you helping me?" He asked as you wiped the blood off of his nose. "it's my job to help heal the injured." You rinsed the bloody rag out in the bowl of water next to you before turning back to wipe the blood from his lips. Your left hand cupped his face gently, letting your thumb rub over his slightly chapped lips as you cleaned the small cut on his bottom lip. "But, no one else would." He whispered, referring to what happened merely an hour earlier. His eyes looked down to the ground, staring at his boots as you placed the rag in the bowl. You stood up, staring at him for a moment before trading the bloody water bowl for a small container of herbs. You stood back in front of him, tilting his head back up so you could look at him. "Because, unlike most I actually care about some people.." You whispered back, rubbing a smooth paste against the cuts on his face before covering it with a bandage. After his face was patched up, you moved to his neck, you looked up to him for approval before reaching out this time. He slowly nodded, granting you permission to touch the sensitive skin there. You rubbed a different paste on his neck, gently moving your fingers along the surface so you wouldn't hurt him. "This will help the bruising heal faster." You said when you pulled back, offering him a small smile. You met his gaze, swallowing thickly as a blush rose up your neck and to your cheeks. You looked away, placing your empty medicine tray on the table next to you. Murphy continued to gaze at you as you cleaned up, wondering why you were showing such kindness, even though you didn't really know each other. He saw a kindness in your eyes that no one's ever given him before. It did something to him.. It made him feel tingly. It was crazy how a simple gaze could make him feel so different. You grabbed one last bandage to cover the small cut he had on his neck. You gently applied it, your breath fanning across his skin softly, which caused a small shiver to crawl up Murphy's spine. When you pulled back, you didn't realize how close your faces were, your foreheads were almost touching and you could feel his breath fanning against your lips. His eyes flickered down to your lips, then to your eyes. Your breathing became heavy as he pushed his lips onto yours in a soft, innocent kiss. Your lips molded together perfectly like two puzzle pieces. Your hands wrapped around his neck, playing with the hairs at the base of it. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip, asking for entrance to your mouth, which you gladly granted. His tongue explored your mouth, wrestling with yours in a battle of dominance. When you pulled away for air, you were both gasping. You leaned your forehead against his as he placed soft pecks against your slightly swollen and bruised lips. You didn't say anything to each other and just enjoyed the silence that fell around you. You moved to sit on his lap, pushing him back onto your cot as you hovered over him, placing another sweet kiss to his lips.

[murphysluv-blog]

Prompt request #3

Request from @1blurredsmoke10 : Could I request prompt 12, 39, and 44 for John murphy please? If not it's okay 💙

12: “Don’t be like that, please.”

39: “The middle one is perfect.”

44: “You make me so happy.”

i luv murphy haha as you can tell from my url 

Word count: 892

Warnings: swearing and fluff i think that’s literally going to be my warnings on everything i write

You and Murphy had been a ‘thing’ for a few weeks now. You had met during an Earth Skills class back on the Ark and instantly clicked. Once the dropship had landed you began talking to him more, and you had developed the current strange relationship you were in with him. Neither of you had ever called yourselves a couple, and you had never addressed the other as boyfriend or girlfriend. You liked him a lot, and you hoped he felt the same. Sometimes you worried he was only in this ‘thing’ for sex, but then you would talk to him and forget about your doubts. You had just woken up, and saw a familiar face nestled into your chest. He was still naked, and you only had your underwear on. The one blanket was barely enough to cover both of your lower halves. You turned towards his body and you pushed his head up to where you were laying on his chest now.

“Hey that was comfortable!” He grumbles, rubbing his eyes awake. 

“Too bad. My turn to be comfortable.” He grumbles again and pulls your body closer to his chest. Your breathe in and all you smell is him, he smells like the outdoors and a little musty in the best way possible.

“I’m not complaining, I can still feel you.” He says with a wink. 

“Oh hush. I’m not that great.” You say pushing your body further into his, hiding your boobs from his view.

“Don’t be like that, please.” He pushes you back a little bit from him, exposing yourself to the air. You get a chill through your body, and you lean back.

“Your amazing, and your body is perfect, and you have nothing to worry about.” While he’s talking to you, he’s propping you up, admiring you.

“Your just saying that because I’ll sleep with you.” You say laying back down, flat on your back.

“That’s not true. I say that to you because your special.” This makes your cheeks heat up a little, not from embarrassment but from a sense of confusion.You still aren’t sure how special you are to him.

“Yea, and I’m special because I sleep with you.” This time you make sure it comes off as your just teasing him, but you still have your doubts.

“Not everyone who sleeps with me is special!” He says with a flirty grin.

“Oh so your sleeping with a lot of people? Besides me?” Again, you play it off as if your teasing him, but really you were never sure how exclusive your relationship was.

“I have only slept with you since we have been together. And it is amazing.” He says playing with your hair. Your both propped up now, facing each other, and he steals occasional glances downwards towards your exposed chest. 

“So we are together?” You say finally revealing your confusion about this ‘thing’.

“Yea? I mean I think? Are we not?” His usual confidence seems to have wavered a little bit and his eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Oh we better be. I don’t just fuck anyone.” You tease again. Wanting to reveal a little more of your thoughts, you bite the inside of your cheek and then begin to speak.

“I wasn’t sure if you felt the same, or if we were even an item. You never say anything about it to me, so sometimes I figured I might just be another hookup.” You finally tell him all of your thoughts and worries.

“I never thought I would have to confirm what I feel for you. I really like you.” He says smiling down at you, he is propped up slightly higher than you. 

“God, you make me so happy.” You say smiling back. He leans down and kisses you. The kiss is slow and intense and perfect for a time like this. You pull away and stand up. 

“Come onnn, we have enough time for round 2!” He looks up at you with puppy dog eyes. His bright blue eyes begging you to come back to bed. 

“No-can-do Murph. We have things to do and people to see!” He groans and lays back, propping his head up on his hands and a pillow to watch you. You spin around and walk over to your conjoined pile of clothes. You pick up your bra from the floor, along with one of Murphy’s shirts and one of yours. 

“Which one?” You say holding up the two shirts.

“The middle one is perfect.” He says smirking. You give him a confused stare and look back at the things you are holding. Dangling from your hands in the middle of the two shirts is your bra. 

“Ha-ha. Very funny.” You laugh and put on your bra and his shirt. As you search around the room for your pants, he continues to say dirty comments as you continue to look and pick things up.

“How did I get sooo lucky.” He says staring at your ass when you bend over, as you finally find your pants. As you slip your legs into them, he groans. 

“Alll my fun is over.” He is putting his clothes on now too.

“Until next time, boyfriend.” You say the word jokingly and with an extra touch of sarcasm, but your happy you can officially call him yours.

aw some cute lil murph garbage writing by me ahahahaa this is short and im sorry i am tryin my best !!

[the100isonearth-blog]

What I missed - Chapter 1

This is my first time ever writing a fanfiction, its going to be a multi chapter between Murphy and the reader  

Anything in italics is a flashback

Reader POV

Murphy and I have lived beside each other forever, having units in such small quarters makes sure of that. Most people would be best friends but that was definitely not the case, John Murphy and I cannot stand each other.

It hasn’t always been that way, when me and him were little, maybe 5 or 6 we were in school together. We fought then too, just not as aggressively, it was always about stupid things like “You stole my toy” and then the other saying, “No I didn’t”. Small insignificant fights like that that only lasted the day and then we would be playing again the next day, of course it would repeat with another toy.

But the older we got the more we fought and about more serious things, we never considered ourselves friends, we hangout together when we were told to and were friendly when we needed to be but it never lasted long, always ended in screaming matches.

Last night I’d had enough, “John why are you such a fucking asshole all the time?!”, to which he replied “First of all sweetheart, only people I like get to call me John.” He knew I hated it when he called me anything other than my name. We were 15 at the time and that was the last time I went over to the Murphy’s before shit hit the fan.

Murphy’s POV

Ever since I can remember me and Y/N would argue, but never as bad as last night. This time when she walked out the door she didn’t come back. Sometimes I have to go to her, I never apologize but we always find a way back to bickering, but sometimes she comes to me and we figure shit out again without apologizing. But even when we are in the middle of a fight she usually glances at me when we walk by each other in the hallway or glare at each other from across the room but this time is different, she won’t even look at me. Our fights usually last for days now, its not like it used to be where we would forgive each other the next day.

I knew me and her weren’t friends, were both too destructive to be friends or have friends really. This fight was different though, I don’t feel like apologizing and but she doesn’t seem to either. We don’t talk or bicker and she won’t even look at me and for some reason it hurts. This goes on for months, and then it gets really bad.

Reader POV

When I turned 16 a few months after our fight and before Murphy turned 16 my father was floated after discovering the Ark was running out of food, cutting rations wouldn’t be enough and people are already starving. I was heartbroken and angry, as the weeks passed by I got increasingly angrier, I was cold towards everyone especially Murphy. Small things set me off, I almost got myself put in the Skybox several times.

Murphy’s POV

Its been months and Y/N still won’t talk to me, and then it happens. Her father is floated for treason. I tried harder to talk to her but she’s even colder to me now, “Fuck off Murphy” or “Will you leave me alone, I don’t need your or anyone else fucking checking up on me”, and then she walks away.

The longer she ices me out the colder I feel and lonely. Even if I didn’t consider her a friend she was still the only person who even bothered talking to me, even if it was less talking and more yelling and screaming. But I know I’ll learn to live with it so I don’t let I bother me, or I try to.

Reader POV

One day I decide I’ve had enough, I want the people of the Ark to know the truth about the food shortage, I may be angry and broken but I had faith in the people of the Ark, they would survive, they would help each other. I decide to break into the security office, I can have control of all the video footage in the Ark, I can tell them. But as luck must have it, the head of security walks around the corner while I’m picking the lock. I tried to run, but I knew I could only run for so long before they find me, he knows who I am, he will tell the Chancellor.

He tackles me to the ground making my head hit the cold metal floor. My breath is knocked out of me and I know its over. Shumway puts the shackles on my wrists and ankles and yanks me up but all I can think of is how my mother is going to be alone now, the people will never know and in two years I’m going to die, be sucked into space like I never existed. People will pretend I never existed, nobody will know.

I can hear myself screaming things at Shumway like “you asshole” and “I’ll kill you”, but I’m not listening to myself and neither is he. He just tells me to keep walking.

I am stood in front of Chancellor Jaha, waiting for him to state my fate. I’ve already stated my case.

Jaha: Shumway could you excuse Abby, Kane and I, we would like to keep this conversation private.

Shumway: Of course sir. Jaha: Thank you.

After Shumway leaves and closes the door Jaha looks at me and crosses his hands in front of himself. “So Ms. Y/L/N, do you want to tell us why you were trying to break into the security office?” I can feel Abby’s judging look from across the room even though I can’t see her. “I think you know why Chancellor; you know I know the information my father was floated for.” Kane clears his throat as if he’s about to say something but is silenced by a look from Jaha. “You were trying to tell the people of the Ark about the food problem.” He says it as a statement, not a question. “That’s right.”

Abby bursts in with, “Do you know the riots and mess you would create if the people knew!” I turned my head towards her giving her a steely look, “Are you telling me you don’t trust your own people? You don’t believe they will protect each other! Help each other! Is that how little faith you have in YOUR PEOPLE!” I ended yelling straight towards Abby. Kane decides then to step up, “Jaha this girl doesn’t even see the consequences of what her actions would have caused!” Jaha looks as though he’s thinking, “Marcus you need to calm down, I know what she was trying to do was dangerous”, he looks towards me, “that’s why I am dearly sorry to say I am sentencing you to the death penalty, but because you are only 16 you will spend the next 2 years in solitary.”

I looked at him, rage filling my veins. “Fuck you Jaha and your fucking counsel too!” It was then that Jaha called Shumway in to take me to solitary, I was dragged from the room when I started kicking and screaming as loud as I could, attracting as much attention as I could. A door opened to my right, it was a classroom I could see Murphy inside, looking scared and almost… sad?

Then I was dragged to solitary where I was going to be spending the last two years of my life.

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Hi! I’ve already requested a lot so you don’t have to do these, but you’re taking musical requests so I figured I’d send some in? Maybe the word “growth” for Zoey MurphyxReader, “Ive done a lot of dumb things, but this is the dumbest” for Jared kleinmanxReader, the reader going to support one of Beka’s (Pitch Perfect) shows, and/or “I just wanted to make you happy” for Anne WheelerxReader? You don’t have to do all of these, but I figured I’d just send in a bunch. Thanks!!

Hello Love,

Sorry for the delay but the four one shots are now in the queue.

-Lottie

[valentinaapower]

No Known Drink or Drug: Part Two

Part one 

Fandom: The 100

Pairing: MurphyxReader

Word Count: 820 

Warnings: Angst, kinda rushed at the end :( 

(Creds to GIF owner) 

There was a pounding in the side of your head when you woke up, kneading and clawing away at your skull. Squinting, you propped yourself up on one arm, looking from Murphy to the empty moonshine bottle at the foot of the mattress. Murphy slept soundly, his face pressed against the side of the sheet, his arm slung over your waist. You knit your eyebrows in confusion, staring straight at Murphy’s arm. The events from last night were awfully fuzzy, but you couldn’t of... you didn’t...

“Good morning darling,” Murphy groans in a scratchy voice. You totally did, you so did. Your heart began to race and all the thoughts running through your head suddenly became jumbled together.

You look down at Murphy, swallowing hard, You were trying to connect all the dots but nothing seemed to add up. You wouldn't do this.. would you?

“Do you remember anything from last night?” you ask innocently, shaking yourself loose from Murphy’s grip. Your head throbbed harder as you moved. Murphy smirked, latching his hand onto your wrist as you slithered off of the mattress.

“Yeah, and it was amazing,” he laughs. You shook your head, pushing yourself onto your feet. Grabbing your shirt and pants from the floor, you quickly dressed yourself. Murphy looks perplexed, his lips parted.

“Was it something I said?” he asks, watching as you pull up your pants. You with Murphy, it was bizarre. It was wrong. You fumble with your jacket, poking your arms through the holes.

“No.. no...” you mutter, reaching down to grab the moonshine bottle. Murphy lunges out and encloses his hand around yours, pulling you close to his face.

“What’s wrong?” you could feel his breath on your cheek. Your palms grew sweaty and you could feel your heartbeat thudding against your ribs. In an instant, you yanked your hand away from Murphy’s, holding it close to your chest.

“This... us. We can’t be together Murphy. It’s a sin,” you postulated. Murphy smirked, rising up from the mattress. He stands in front of you, twisting his neck to the side.

“Isn’t that a good thing? I mean we’re all sinners down here.”

You rolled your eyes. With the moonshine bottle still clutched between your fingers, you turn on your heel and storm out of the tent.

-

The sun was finally descending below the horizon. You had successfully made it through the day without bumping into Murphy. The look on his face in the morning, you couldn’t help but wonder about all the events that happened during the night. What didn’t you remember? What did he remember?

You walked towards the drop ship with the empty moonshine bottle dangling in your hand. As you walked up the ramp, you caught sight of Jasper standing in the corner, playing with scraps of metal. You started over towards him, slamming the moonshine bottle on the table. Jasper jumps, sending pieces of his scraps flying.

“How do you make this?” you ask, despite the fact that Monty was the one notorious for making moonshine. Jasper eyes the bottle up and down.

“Isn’t that Monty’s?” he asks warily.

“..Yes”

Jasper’s eyes widen as a toothy grin forms on his face.

“Did you drink all of it?”

“What, no!” you utter.

“Are you sure?”

You pause for a second, tapping your fingers on the table. Pursing your lips, you look at Jasper directly in the eyes.

“I had a friend,” you grumble. Jasper laughs.

“Who’s your friend?” he asks excitedly.

You throw your hands in the air, “That doesn’t matter. How did I make this?”

An echo of footsteps comes from behind you. The hairs on the back of your neck stick up.

“Want a repeat of last night darling?” a voice coos. You ball your hands in fists.

“Murphy,” you scowl.

“Murphy!” Jasper praises, clapping you on the shoulder. You shoot Jasper a glare before striding towards Murphy, grabbing him by the shirt and pulling him out of the drop ship.

The air is cool outside, the sky a warmish purple. You drag Murphy to the back of the drop ship, making sure no one was around. Murphy rolls his eyes.

“What am I not getting here? I thought you enjoyed last night,” Murphy states. You run your fingers through your hair, pushing it out of your face.

“I can’t remember half of last night,” you proclaim.

“Even better.”

You let out a groan.

Murphy reaches up and cups your cheek with his hand. The blood coursing through your body begins to pound against your veins, drumming against the insides of your ears. You find yourself leaning into Murphy, your hands wearily hooking around his neck.

Murphy smiles, “See? This isn’t so bad,” he laughs before placing his lips on top of yours. You tug on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to you. Murphy places his hands on your waist, squeezing your sides.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you mumble between kisses.

“You’re right, we shouldn’t.”