john murphy fanfic

Murphy Having A Soft Spot For You Would Include...


Originally posted by mariexavgeropoulos

⋅ basically him being completely different around you
⋅ you getting to know his real self
⋅ him opening up to you
⋅ him letting you call him John
⋅ him being protective of you
⋅ not just protective, but overprotective
⋅ sometimes it would be just too much and it would make you mad
⋅ “He was just talking to me.”
“Yeah, while checking you out.”
“But, you didn’t have to beat him to unconsciousness.”
⋅ jealousy
⋅ him overlooking your little-longer than-necessary breaks from work
⋅ you taking the advantage of it
⋅ but not much because you didn’t want to get both of you into trouble
⋅ him providing you with more rations than you needed
⋅ you declining it
⋅ at the end you would just share the food
⋅ him constantly asking if you were okay or if you needed anything
⋅ him giving you his blanket or jacket when it would get cold
⋅ you being his anchor
⋅ you being the only one who could truly make him smile
⋅ him coming to you when he needed to calm down
⋅ you always listening to him and trying to comfort him
⋅ everyone coming to you when he was getting out of control
⋅ you being the reason why he wanted to change
⋅ you not understanding why he was so different around you
⋅ “Why you are so different around me?”
“Because you are different.”
“I am not. I am just like the rest.”
“No, you are special.”
⋅ him not wanting you out of the camp
⋅ him insisting on teaching you how to defend yourself
⋅ him freaking out when you got hurt
⋅ even though it would be just a scratch
⋅ him eventually realizing that he loves you
⋅ after a long time finally gaining confidence to confess his feelings


Request(s): I think the request are open(sorry if there not), but what about from your first promplist nr 5, nr6 or nr 60 with Murphy? 🙏

Pairing: Murphy/Girlfriend!Y/n

Word Count: 1,200 (it was supposed to be shorter, oops)

Originally posted by richard-harmon-gifs



“How long do you think we’ll last without those supplies? We’re looking at a twenty mile trek, okay? So if we want to get there before dark we need to leave. Now” Clarke was trying to get people to move. The ark had dropped them on the wrong mountain, and without the supplies they would die quickly.

“I have a better idea” Bellamy spoke up, “You go and find it for us. Let the privileged do the hard work for a change.”

Delinquents shouted a ton of “yeah”’s in the air.

“You’re not listening. We all need to go” Wells spoke up, gesturing with his hands to try and get some motivation.

You stood near Bellamy and Octavia. You had ventured off not soon after landing, looking around the earth around you. You got back quick enough however, to see your boyfriend pick a fight with someone.

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The Truth Is For Wimps

Pairing: John Murphy X Reader
Requested: Yes (on wattpad)
Warnings: cursing, and sexual themes
A/N: Two in one day!! I have a lot of requests right now which is AMAZING but that means if you’ve requested something recently it might take awhile for me to write it. My inbox is still open though so don’t be shy!
Word Count: 1247


“No! I’m not making out with Octavia!” Harper’s voice rang through the drop ship.

“Why not?” Jasper whined, “You chose dare now you have to follow through with it,” he pointed an accusing finger at her.

“It’s either that or you forfeit and have to chug an entire bottle of moonshine,” you told her.

“Y/N that’s not helping,” Harper’s reply was followed by a glare in your direction, you gave her a ‘what can ya do’ shrug. It was late at night, and everyone had gotten bored of the usual sitting around the campfire so you all decided to spice things up with a game of truth or dare. Mixing in a fresh batch of Monty’s moonshine and things were bound to get interesting.

“C’mon it’s just a kiss,” Octavia said before leaning over and pressing her lips to Harper’s. All of the boys had their eyes locked on the scene in front of them, while the girls (and Bellamy) just shook their heads disapprovingly. Your entire friend group was sat in a circle inside the drop ship: Monty, Jasper, Miller, Bellamy, Monroe, Harper, Octavia, Clarke, and someone had even convinced Murphy to join in. Everyone was having a blast, laughing, getting drunk, and coming up with weird questions or stupid a dares for the others to do.

“Okay, Y/N, truth or dare,” Harper asked as soon as Octavia pulled away trying to divert attention away from her blushing face.

“Truth,” you tell her before taking a drink.

“Ugh, lame!” Everyone choruses at your answer.

“Hey! I don’t want a repeat of last time we played. I had to lick Jasper’s goggles. He never cleans those things! I have no idea where they’ve been!” You tell tell them motioning to Jasper who just shrugs and rolls his eyes. Harper looks around the room waiting for an idea to strike her.

“Oh, I know!” She exclaims. “Y/N, out of every guy in this room, which one would you have sex with?” A smile graces her lips, she’s proud of her question.

“Hmmm, if I have to pick, I’d say… Murphy,” youtell them. Everyone gives you shocked looks and Murphy scoots closer to you.

“Wel Doll, ya know all you have to do is ask,” Murphy tells you while wrapping an arm around your shoulders and giving you a wink. You roll your eyes and push his arm off of you.

“So, Jasper tru-” you get cut off before you can even finish your sentence.

“Wait, wait, wait! I want to know why you’d fuck Murphy out of all of us,” Monty interrupts you.

“Yeah, I got to admit I’m curious too,” Bellamy tells you taking a swig of his drink.

“Fine! I’ll explain myself,” you say while sitting up instead of resting against the wall. “Well, I didn’t choose Monty because we’re so close he’s basically my brother, and I don’t want to fuck my brother. It’s not Jasper because he’s not my type,” you look at him to see his face is pulled into a pout, “Sorry Hun I’m not into stoners. Bellamy, you’re really hot, don’t get me wrong, but you’re overconfident and I don’t find that sexy. Miller– well Miller’s gay!” You end your spiel by throwing your hands into the air.

“Wait a minute, so I’m just your last option?” Murphy asks you, his voice holds a playful tone which is brought out by the alcohol coursing through him. You’re all plastered by this point in the night.

“Don’t look so upset, at least you’re getting laid at all!” Cries Jasper bringing everyone’s attention to him.

“Jasper, I’m not actually going to have sex with Murphy,” you explain to the drunken boy.

“Oh,” he says looking down at his lap sadly.

“Don’t sound so sure of yourself Doll, I can be very persuasive,” Murphy whispers in your ear while placing his hand on your thigh. All you do is roll your eyes, making no move to remove his hand.

“Can we get back to the game now?” You ask everyone, your question is followed by a chorus of yeses. “Clarke, truth or dare?” Clarke downs the rest of her drink before looking up at you.

“Dare,” she says with a determined glint in her eye.

“Well, let’s see, what can I make the princess do?” You tap your chin in thought– it doesn’t take long for an idea to pop into your head. “I dare you to take Monroe’s bra off.” Clarke takes a deep breath before crawling over to Monroe and unclasping her bra and then pulling the straps down her shoulders, eventually taking it out from under her shirt. She holds the bra up in the air as if it’s a trophy and then returns to her seat next to Bellamy.

“Murphy, truth or dare?” Clarke asks him. She has a suspicious glint in her eye and you know she’s planning something.

“Dare, I’m not a wimp,” Murphy squeezes your leg when he says that.

“I dare you to give Y/N a lap dance.”

So that’s the devious deed she had in mind. You look over at Murphy expectantly, waiting to see if he’d actually do it or not. Surprisingly he stands up and offers you his hand. You raise an eyebrow at him as you let him pull you up and over to a chair. It’s obvious Murphy is totally wasted, there’s no way he would ever do this sober. A laugh escapes your lips once he starts to do a strip tease– slowly taking off his jacket and lifting his shirt up so you can see his stomach. As he moves closer to you he’s doing body rolls and thrusting his hips while pointing at you. The next thing you know he’s on your lap, grinding down on you and all you can do is throw your head back in a loud laugh. Once Murphy has deemed the dance over you both head back over to the group who is laughing their asses off at what they just witnessed.

“Hey, don’t laugh I know you all secretly wish that was you,” Murphy slurs at them.

“Okay well I think Murphy’s had enough fun for tonight. C’mon let’s get you back to your tent,” you support Murphy as you try to walk him back to his tent which is luckily close by. When you finally get him in he’s already half asleep. Sighing you take off his shoes and socks, then tuck him into bed.

“Wait,” you hear Murphy faintly say as you get up to leave, “stay?” He asks you.

You look over your shoulder at him, he seems so vulnerable, so unlike the Murphy that everyone thinks he is. The rude, sarcastic Murphy can’t be found when you look at him now, he’s been replaced by someone who just needs a friend. Someone who just wants somebody to care about him. So, you nod and get under the covers. You cuddle into his side, his arms are wrapped around you as your head lies on his chest. You drift off to sleep, soothed by the sound of his steady heartbeat.

In the morning the two of you will wake up with pounding headaches and far away memories of a very hilarious lap dance. Sadly, the drunk carefree Murphy will have disappeared only for the asshole to take his spot again. But maybe, just maybe you can bring out that side of him when he’s sober.

Temper Temper

Pairing: Murphy / Reader

Warning: Swearing, violence, threats… 

Request:  Hi, could I request a John Murphy x reader one shot where the reader is a little like him where in she gets very angry very quickly and her moods swing and change very quickly making her quite dangerous and he in the only one who can talk her down? Like, she is close to attacking someone in camp and he has to pull her back but at the same time admires her murderous side that they share? Sorry It is so complicated

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You had a temper, you knew that and so did everyone else in the original group of 100 kids who had been sent down to Earth. That was why when a member of the recently arrived ‘Farm’ station started to hassle you the delinquents who were still around quickly became very busy. They knew an explosion was imminent and none of them wanted to be in range when your temper did actually explode.

As it was you thought you’d been doing quite well. At first you’d simply ignored the idiots fumbling attempts to flirt with you. Dismissing it as nothing but empty words. However, you’d been ignoring him for quite a while now and he still wasn’t getting the hint. In fact if anything he was only getting more insistent.

“Honestly though you all who came down first, you should be so grateful that we got here in time to save you all, after all we’ve had to fight the savages all this time on our own. We have methods that can keep all of you safe”

“Really?” anyone else would have recognised the dangerous tone in your voice but this imbecile just continued to prattle on.

“I mean obviously someone as beautiful as you would have been in a lot of danger from the savages.”

From the look he was giving you this had plainly been intended as a compliment and you weren’t reacting the way he was expecting. “You think I can’t handle myself?” you asked him sweetly. Too sweetly.

“Well maybe, but you’re a woman. So having more men around must make you feel much safer. After all we’re here to protect you”

“You think I need protecting?” you slammed the glass of water down that you’d been squeezing and turned to look at the idiot fully.

From across the room Monty and Jasper shared a concerned look. “Go get Murphy” Monty hissed at Jasper “for god sake quickly, before she kills him”

“Gone” Jasper agreed jumping from his chair and taking off faster than he’d ever moved before to find Murphy. Murphy who was literally the only person on the planet who had a chance at calming down Y/N when she blew u.

You were clenching your fist tightly staring at this idiot who seemed to think that insulting you and making you feel weak was definitely the way to get into your pants.

“I’m wondering, curious really” you asked keeping the super sweet tone to your voice “why exactly do you think I’d been safer with a group of sexist, stupid and arrogant idiots like you around me?”

“Excuse me!” he reared back as if you’d actually struck him, voice going high pitched in outrage. “I was attempting to make you feel safer”

“And how were you going to do that? By implying I need a man to look after me? That I can’t look after myself?”

“Frankly you should be grateful any of us are even talking to you” he sneered in a shocking change of attitude. “You’re part of the 100. Your nothing but common criminals who should have all been floated in the first place”

“Grateful?” you hissed “grateful to you?”

It snapped, the fragile threads of your temper disintegrated and before he knew what was happening you had grabbed his shoulders yanking at the material of his shirt. Using his own forward momentum against him you stuck out your foot tripping him and sending him down to the ground with a grunt as he hit the floor. You went down with him landing on his chest with a leg on either side of him. You leant down producing a knife from the belt of your jeans and using it to press up against his throat.

“Still feeling like I can’t take care of myself?” you asked him with a charming smile. He had gone a pale sickly yellow colour underneath you.

“You’re a fucking pyscho”

“And you should have taken a hint. When a girl ignores you it does not mean continue to chatter away in her ear. It tends to mean leave her the fuck alone” you widened your smile to show teeth, mainly to yourself but you were pretty sure it was intimidating him so that was an added bonus. “Especially when that girls was part of the original 100 and you don’t know what she did to get sent down here in the first place”

“So what? You’re going to hurt me for hitting on you?”

“You weren’t hitting on me. You were trying to make yourself feel good by putting someone else down. I really hate that” Bending down a little further you pressed the knife harder to his throat “I hate that a lot”

“Hey baby, having fun?”

The smile on your face was genuine this time as you sat up looking at the face of your boyfriend who was stood the grinning down at you. “Hey babe, what are you doing here?”

“Well…” Murphy came and crouched down next to you not even bothering to look at the man whose chest you were currently sat on. “… Jasper just came barrelling into me, telling me my girlfriend was about to kill someone. I must admit it made me curious”

The man underneath you had squeaked in fear at the word kill and you realised that you actually still had a knife pressed to his throat. “I may not actually kill him”

“That may be a good idea baby” Murphy finally flicked his eyes to the man on the floor a sneer curling the corner of his mouth. “I’m sure the shit probably deserves your knife at his throat but I don’t want you in a jail cell again”

You didn’t fancy being in a jail cell again either, but, on the other and this guy had seriously pissed you off. “He really upset me John” you pouted.

“I’m sorry… shit I’m sorry” the guy whined eyes begging as he stared up at you. “Please come on, don’t hurt me”

There was sudden shouting from outside the Rec-room. The guards had finally been alerted to what was happening and were starting to arrive at the scene.

“Time to move baby girl”

Murphy was right it was definitely time to move again. “You’re lucky, very fucking lucky” you said softly to the man underneath you. You hadn’t even caught his name, not that his name would change much.

Murphy held out his hand and taking it you allowed him to help you back up to your feet, stepping over the man’s now sobbing body.

Murphy kept your hand in his as the two of you left the Rec-room out of the door where the guards were not currently running to. You stopped in a corridor away from the Rec-room with Murphy using his body to press you back into the wall.

“You going to tell me what he said to you?”

You smiled at Murphy’s seemingly innocent question. “So you can go and finish him off without me? I don’t think so”

“I would never do that to you” he defended instantly “I love you way too much to take away your fun”

“I love you too baby”

Murphy leant down gently kissing your nose. “We do have to do something about your temper though”

“My temper?” you asked dangerously.

“Baby one of these days I won’t be around to calm you back down and the guards will arrest you. I’m not watching you get arrested again and sentenced to god knows what”

He was right, you knew that even if you didn’t like admitting it. Your temper was a problem or more the powder keg trigger that controlled it was a problem. “I’ll try and control it better”

Murphy cupped the side of your face with one hand. “If it was up to me you know you’d have free reign to attack anyone who pissed you off. I love everything about you, including your temper”

“I know” you turned your face in his hand to kiss his palm. “But you’re right as well, I don’t want my temper to get us in trouble so I’ll work on it. I’ll work on keeping calm. Promise”

Murphy lowered his head so his forehead was resting against your own. A wicked glint coming to his eyes as an equally evil smile curled his lips. “Seriously though, did you see his face? I thought he was actually going to piss himself”

You laughed reaching up to press your lips roughly against his own “fuck I love you”

He was laughing as well now as the two of you stood there locked in each other’s arms.

Good to go.

Name: Good to go.

Author: Aya-Fay

Fandom: The 100

Pairing: John Murphy x Reader

Theme: AU

You’ve been down before
You’ve been hurt before
You got up before
You’ll be good to go, good to go

Destiny said it, you got to get up and get it
Get mad independent and don’t you ever forget it
Got some dirt on your shoulder
Then let me brush it off for ya
If you’re feeling me, put your five high
That’s my girl

GUYS. This is my first The 100 story, so i would really love to hear from you.

ASK is open <3

New story should be up soon.

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Dating Murphy Would Include...

Originally posted by hvproductions

  • Constant sassy remarks
  • Playing with his hair
  • Being the only one allowed to call him John
  • Lots of smirking
  • Standing up for him when people make snide comments about him or his past
  • Lot’s of communicating through eye contact
  • Both of you being super protective of one another
  • Being one of the only people he’ll open up to
  • Especially after he returns from being banished
  • Always putting an emphasis on the importance of trusting one another
  • Super tight hugs
  • Arguments full of nothing but sarcasm
  • Sleeping in his T-Shirts
  • Being the first one to say ‘I love you’
  • “You’re too good for me, Y/N.”
  • Not a lot of PDA
  • But he always has to be touching you, even if it’s just your arm or knee
  • Weird pet names that only Murphy could think of 
  • Super sweet and gentle kisses
  • But super rough and passionate the next
  • Him pretty much forcing you to wear his leather jacket whenever it starts getting cold
  • Being each others escape
Sleeping with Murphy would include...


⋅ your bodies pressed against each other’s
⋅ forehead kisses
⋅ cuddling
⋅ a lot of late night talks
⋅ fighting over a blanket
⋅ both of you having nightmares on daily basis
⋅ both of you comforting each other on daily basis
⋅ him giving you random compliments
⋅ him letting out his better self
⋅ telling you things that bothered his mind and heart
⋅ massages
⋅ a lot lot sex
⋅ loud moans escaping your tent
⋅ treating his newest injuries before sleeping
⋅ him getting touchy
⋅ sometimes just a bit but sometimes he can’t stop touching you
⋅ “You are so perfect, every single inch of you.”
“You are such a good liar, John.”
⋅ telling him stories after stressful day
⋅ having to deal with his various moods before going to bed
⋅ being the only one who successfully could calm him down
⋅ you being the first one to wake up
⋅ then you trying to wake him which was harder
⋅ “C'mon, John. You have to get up.”
“Not going to happen.”
“Don’t calm me that.”
“Then get up or I will call you that whole day.”
“Fine, fine. I am getting up. Give me just two more minutes.”
⋅ stealing his shirt
⋅ knowing it turns him on
⋅ sometimes using it to seduce him
⋅ sometimes wearing it to feel his scent when he’s on watch
⋅ exiting the tent in the morning with a hickey that wasn’t there the day before
⋅ sometimes more than just one hickey
⋅ him sneaking his arm around your waist from behind after you two fight
⋅ you pretending to be asleep
⋅ “I am so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have said all that things. You were right as always.”
⋅ you still pretending to be asleep
⋅ him starting kissing your neck
⋅ you trying to stay angry with him
⋅ but eventually giving up as you’re too tired to stay mad at him
⋅ “You are forgiven. Now sleep.”
“I love you, baby.”
“I love you too, John.”
⋅ not being able to fall asleep without the other one

Water Duty

Request(s): nope

Prompt: Ice breaks under the character but they’re saved and there are blankets and hot chocolate and warmth.

Pairing: Murphy/Y/N

Word Count: 1k

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Originally posted by winter-capricorn


When winter first started, the 100 were worried. How would you live with the chill in the air? How were you not going to freeze?

Once Bellamy had rounded up everyone, and people got their heads together, they started to share tents, cut up more firewood, and started to create blankets from anything.

“Y/N,Murphy, You’re both on water duty”

You raised an eyebrow to the brunette, “Water duty. How are we supposed to do that?”

“I don’t know,” Bellamy shrugged, but gave a glare, “You two figure it out”

You looked at Murphy, who you had barely spoken to beforehand. You starting walking out the tent, as Murphy soon followed with a backpack.

Your feet kept moving as your mouth stayed shut, Murphy followed quietly, until you got to the woods.

“Where are you planning to go Y/n?”

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Sharing A Tent With Murphy

Pairing: John Murphy X Reader
Requested: no
Warnings: some mild cursing, and sexual references
A/N: I’ve had the idea for this bouncing around my head for awhile, and finally decided to put it down on paper. This is my first time writing about anything other than 5sos, so feedback would be greatly appreciated! Thanks for reading, and I hope you like it!
Word count: 1479


“What do you mean I don’t have a tent anymore?” Murphy exclaims angrily at Bellamy.

You were helping Clarke and Octavia tend to the sick after Murphy had brought an infection back to camp. Your father had been a doctor on the ark, and you were following in his footsteps until you had been arrested. You were caught stealing medicine for a little girl, but you don’t regret it since she got to live because of your actions.

“We needed the extra supplies and since you were banished, we weren’t going to let them go to waste,” Bellamy explains to him using his ‘I’m the boss’ tone. Sighing, Murphy looks down at the ground and runs a hand through his dirty hair.

“Fine, but where am I going to sleep now?”

“You’ll have to share with someone.”

Murphy laughs grimly, “And who would that be?” He sneers. He knew no one would want to share with him, everyone despises him. Bellamy looks around the drop ship until his gaze lands on you; your eyes lock together. You know what is about to happen; you were credited with being the nicest delinquent around.

“Y/N,” Bellamy yells over to you, “come over here, I need to ask you something.”

You place the medical supplies you had been sorting down. Rising from your kneeling position you walk towards the pair. You look at Murphy, and take in his appearance: his clothes are torn, stained with dried blood, and dirt is caked onto his pale skin, a sharp contrast. Murphy’s wounds still haven’t been cleaned, you realize.

“What’s up?” You question Bellamy, raising one eyebrow.

“Murphy is going to be sleeping in your tent, with you, until further notice.”

“What? My tent barely has enough room for me, let alone both of us,” you protest crossing your arms over your chest and jutting your hip out.

“I guess you’ll have to make it work.” Bellamy walks off, leaving no room for discussion. Sighing, you turn towards Murphy, who had been watching the ordeal with a bored expression.

“Well, come on then.” You motion for him to follow you as you lead the way to your tent. As the two of you make your way towards your tent you can hear people whispering, all of which concern the boy that is trailing after you. Murphy is playing strong though, keeping his head up high and facial expression locked into a firm glare straight ahead. One of the comments catches your attention, it’s louder than the others, the person obviously didn’t care if anyone heard them.

The boy had said, “She better be careful, or next thing you know she’ll be murdered by that psychopath.” You whip your head around without even thinking.

“Who the hell do you think you are? Last I checked, Murphy was the one helping the sick, sure he got them infected, but they’re the ones who hanged and banished him. Where were you? Out hiding away and doing nothing to help the camp? Yeah, that’s what I thought. So shut your damn mouth and do something useful with your pathetic life.”

With that, you grab Murphy’s hand and hurriedly drag him away. Unzipping the flap, you go inside and quickly tidy up the few things you have. Turning, you see Murphy shifting on his feet, unsure of what to do. You nod your head towards the bed, silently telling him to sit down. He follows your noiseless command, sitting on the edge of your makeshift bed of old blankets and animal pelts. Finally, you take in his appearance again, his face is dirty, clothes torn. Decidedly, you stand up and make your way to the exit of the small enclosure. Murphy’s head shoots up, you hold out your hand in a stop motion, telling him to stay put.

You walk towards the small tent next to the drop ship that houses whatever medical supplies people had been able to scrounge up. Entering, you head straight for the table that holds bowls of moonshine, then bandages, and finally a bucket that had been collecting water outside of the door. Once you situate the items in your arms you make your way back to the place you’ve started calling your home. All eyes were on you. No one had ever seen you snap like that, you were generally a nice level headed person.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you told one group that was openly staring at you.

Slipping back into your tent you saw Murphy in the same position you left him in, staring intently at his hands. You place the bucket of water besides you as you kneel in front of him in between his knees. Gently you take his left hand in yours. After dunking a piece of cloth in the water you start to clean off his hand. Looking up at him once you shift to a moonshine soaked rag, you softly speak, “This is going to hurt.”

He met your eyes, only giving you a brief nod to acknowledge your words. As you dab at the wounds on his hand, an audible breath in and wince was the only reaction he let you see. You move from one hand to the other, repeating the process. When both hands were clean you stilled.

“Take off your shirt,” you demand in a firm tone.

“So, this is why you’re letting me stay in your tent, you’re trying to get into my pants. Y'know all you had to do was ask, right?” A smirk spread across his face.

“Trust me Murphy, if I wanted to, you’d be naked and begging by now.”

“Is that so?”

“You know it.”

“Then prove it.”

“No. You’re injured and I’m not really into the dirt and blood covered look. Now, take off your shirt.”

Giving you a, dare you say, playful glare he pulls his shirt over his head. You can’t contain the gasp that slips past your lips. His chest is covered in long, angry gashes. You put a hand on his shoulder, pushing him down so he’s on his back looking up at you. Shifting your position, you now sit near his waist, you’ll have to lean over him to reach the top of his chest. You start cleaning him from his collar bones down to his hips, trying to ignore his tensing abs. Blushing you reach the top of his pants and glance up at him. You know the next thing out of your mouth is going to be incredibly embarrassing to ask.

“I-is there, uh, anything else, I, um, need to clean?” You awkwardly ask, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“No, but there is something you can suck,” he says, his signature smirk placing itself back onto his lips.

“Only in your dreams,” you retort after quickly composing yourself, and rolling your eyes. You grab his shirt from where it had been carelessly dumped on the ground. He takes it from your outstretched hand, then lets it fall back to the ground next to the bed. All you can do is give him an exasperated look.

“Sorry doll, I sleep shirtless and it’s time for some shut-eye,” he places his arms under his head, muscles flexing as he does so. You hadn’t even realized the sun had set while you had been intently cleaning Murphy up. You also hadn’t realized how tired you were, once your muscles had stopped their task they felt heavy and sore. It had become a familiar feeling at the end of the day after working long hours healing the impulsive delinquents.

“And what makes you think you’re getting the bed?” You place a hand on your hip, head tilting to the side.

“C'mon, I’m injured.” His lips form a mock pout, matching the sarcastic glint in his eyes.

Sighing you tell him, “Fine scoot over,” while climbing up from where you were leaning back on your legs by his legs. You situate yourself under the covers Murphy had been pulling out from underneath him.

“Just a warning, I’m a sleep cuddler.” You turn your body, facing away from the boy, onto your side.

“Trust me, I don’t have a problem having you closer,” you hear him whisper right before you drift off to sleep. Making you question if he had really said that.

You woke up the next morning with a warm body pressed against your back, and a hand resting on your boob. For a second you relish in the warmth the body provides, before realizing who it was holding you. Struggling to move away from the embrace, the hands around you tighten. Wiggling for awhile longer with no use, you slump against him, giving up on getting away. Lightly you feel the all-too-familiar smirk of John Murphy press against the back of your neck. That asshole was awake.

“Murphy, if you don’t get your hand off my boob, I’m going to castrate you,” the threat came out of your mouth in a low growl.

Cold // John Murphy Imagine

Fandom - The 100 

Pairing - John Murphy x Reader 

Warnings - Some swearing 

(Fluffy as shit) 

Blurb - After being sent out to collect food for winter, you and Murphy find yourselves trapped in a cave where the only source of heat is each other.  

You wrapped your arms around your legs pulling them closer to your chest. You could feel Murphy watching you again from across the cave, looking up you made eye contact with him before snapping weakly, “What Murphy, why are you staring at me?”

 Murphy rolled his eyes, “Look Y/N now isn’t the time to fight-” “Well thats rich coming from you,” you cut in sharply. 

He sighed deeply before continuing, “Look I’m sorry. What do you want me to say. Sorry that the cave entrance collapsed in, I didn’t know we’d be trapped in here freezing our fucking asses off.” Murphy stood up and walked over to you taking off his coat before holding it out to you, a questioning look settled on your face, “What are you doing?” you asked quietly. 

“Not letting you die, now put this on before you freeze to death.” You shook your head, “Why are you acting so stubborn?” he groaned. You began to protest but he flung his coat at you, “Please just put it on Y/N.” Murphy moved back to the other side of the cave and settled down on the ground, leaning his head back against the wall and closing his eyes. You slipped your arms into the coat and appreciated the slight warmth greatly.

You looked at Murphy and smiled slightly seeing his face so relaxed whilst it was usually in a scowl. You didn’t hate each other, you just argued a lot. But honestly you couldn’t imagine going through a day without hearing his sarcastic remarks or seeing his signature smirk. Murphy was now rubbing his hands up and down his arms in an attempt to stay warm. “John?” you whispered.

“What did I do now?” Murphy asked, his eyes flicking open. 

“Well, I dont want to freeze in here, and I dont want you too either-” 

“Y/N I’ve already gave you my coat, I cant control the temperature,” he grumbled. 

“I’m not asking you to, I’m asking you to come here. We both know the best way to stay warm is each other.” 

Murphy blinked at you, as if to check if you were joking or not. But then he pushed himself off the ground and shuffled over to you.

You lay down on your side and he lay down beside you, “Can I cuddle in?” you mumbled. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” Murphy replied smiling softly. 

You moved closer to him until your bodies were pressed against each other. Murphy wrapped his arms around you and pulled you against his chest protectively. You brought your hands up and held onto him, gripping his shirt and snuggling your head against his chest getting comfortable. Murphy settled his head in the crook of your neck, rubbing his face against the skin and breathing steadily. He lazily moved his hands up and down your waist generating warmth and causing light shivers. His legs intertwined with yours and you had to admit, despite the fact that you were lying on a cold cave floor, that you had never felt more comfortable. You let out a content sigh listening to Murphy’s steady heartbeat and could feel yourself slipping into sleep. 

Perhaps it was your tired state that caused you to imagine it, but you were almost certain that you heard the tired boy mumble against your skin, “I love you,” before you both fell asleep in each others embrace.

Daddy Kink (Smut) [Requested]

You scream as he fills you again, his mouth finding yours and shoving his tongue in your mouth, licking at everything he could reach. He kisses you as he thrusts in and out of you at an extremely fast pace, leading you to your third orgasm. He was going towards his second. “Tonight is about you.” He had said before the two of you had even started, right before he tied you to the bed.

You were still tied to the bed, two or three hours later, with him on top of you, missing your spot on purpose and not touching you at all, except for his cock. His cock, which had already been in you earlier in the night. He had gone slow. But now, Murphy goes fast and hard and rough. Biting your skin and pulling your hair and taking himself out of you just to slam back in seconds later. He makes you scream intentionally, just so he can tell you to be quiet with a smirk.

“You have to be quiet, don’t want anyone to hear, do ya, baby girl?” Murphy asks with a grin. You moan loudly saying something, but he can’t hear over your moan. “What was that?”

“N-nothing.” You stutter. He’d hate you for it.

“You said something. What was it?” You know this game. If he wants to know something, he’ll tease you and edge you until you can’t take it anymore and tell him. His hips are already slowing down, about to stop. “Tell me, Y/N.”

“You-you c-called me b-baby girl.”

Then he thinks back, he called you baby girl and you moaned even louder than before, mumbling something. He knew about all types of kinks. This screamed ‘daddy kink’. “Do you- do you have a daddy kink?” You look away. You’d be halfway back to your tent if you weren’t tied up right now. He hates you. But he was still fucking you. Of course, he still needed to cum. He was just going to use you and then make you lea- “Fuck that’s hot, baby girl. Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, his hips going back to their original pace. You don’t answer his question, but he doesn’t care.

“Say it. Call me daddy.” You moan at the thought, before biting your lip and shaking your head. No. You couldn’t do that. It’s too embarrassing. He’s just screwing with you. And screwing you. “Say it, baby girl.” You shake you head again. “I know you want to. I want you to. Now be good and call me daddy like a good girl.”

“D-daddy!” You moan, and his hips go impossibly faster, suddenly hitting your spot dead on.

“Good girl. You gonna cum for me?” You nod. “Say it when you do.”

“Daddy!” You scream as you cum around him. He pulls out and jerks himself until he comes before kissing down your body, stopping at your nipples and licking and biting each before his fingers curl around both of them.

“You like this, being tied up and unable to move? I could do whatever I wanted and you couldn’t stop me. You moan at the thought of him using you for his pleasure only.

His mouth finds your heat and he sucks on your folds, his tongue just barely poking out and licking at your barely-exposed clit. He fingers move down and spread your lips. You scream from oversensitivity as his mouth wraps around your clit, his tongue lapping at it and his finger going to pull the hood back so he can have more access to it. Your thighs close around his head and you thrash above him, crying out. You loved this. He loved it too.

“Pretty girl.” He moves his mouth down, shoving his tongue in you and you lose it, cumming hard with his tongue in you and his fingers tapping against your clit. His tongue moves inside of you before pulling out. His fingers don’t move though, not until his cock is pressing against your clit and grinding against it, then his hand moves to your hair, pulling your head back and biting at your neck, leaving all sorts of marks as his cock rubs against you so good. He groans at the feeling of your sex against his.

“Daddy!” You moan loudly. He smirks against your neck and takes your lips in his, his tongue slipping inside as his hips grind against yours until you both cum. He unties you and holds you tight.

“A daddy kink, huh?” He asks.

“Shut up.”

“That’s no way to talk to your daddy.” You glare as he smirks. Then he slaps your thigh. “Be good, baby girl. I’d hate to have to punish you.”

PROVE IT (John Murphy x Reader)

Request: Can you do a John Murphy x reader where the reader is a grounder but she is allowed in camp because she saved Jasper and her and John have sex the night when wells is killed and she stands up for Murphy saying that he couldn’t have killed him because he was with her the whole night and then shows them her hickeys and talks him out of trying to kill Charlotte and really fluffy cute anime with lots of kissing


John let his eyes travel over you, taking in every single inch of your face. The way his fingertips trace against your exposed thigh makes you shiver and you close your eyes as you lean your head upon his bare chest.

He kept his eyes on you, not wanting to tear his eyes away from your peaceful figure. “You’re beautiful.” He admitted, huffing out a laugh.

Letting a smile smear itself across your lips, you tightened your arms around his waist. “You’re too sweet.” You replied, looking up at him.

“Only for you.” Came his whispered reply as he leant down to press his lips to yours.

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John Murphy: Happy Again


Summary: It’s unusually hot day, but reader refuses to take off her jacket, fearing they would see the bruises she got from her abusive boyfriend. That leads to her collapsing from the heat. Then she tells John how she got the bruises and he beats her boyfriend and comforts her, reassuring her she’ll be fine.

Word Count: 1223

Originally posted by mctatestilinski

“P-please,” I stuttered, streams of tears running down my cheeks as Tom gripped me by my arms so rough I was afraid he would break my bones. I was sure big bruises would cover that spots later, but now it was the least of my worries. I was afraid of what would come next.

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“You’re so prettttyyy” You slurred.

“Y/n, you’re drunk”

“Sooooo?,” You giggled, pressing on his chest, “You’re drunk too”

“yeah, maybe but you’ve had too many drinks”

“Pfft noooo. I’m completely sober.

Murphy laughed, “Sure y/n”

I'm stuck with who?

Pairing: John Murphy X Reader
Requested: Yes 
Warnings: vulgar language, violence, and slight sexual themes
A/N: Sorry this is late, I have a busy week! To the anon that requested this– I hope you enjoy it! 
Word count : 1685
“What was that sound?” Murphy asks, his head moving toward the noise that came from farther up the shore.

“I don’t know, hopefully someone here to kill you, so I don’t have to have your blood on my hands,” you reply from your place on the sand. You two had been lying on the beach since Jaha had run off, following more of his crazy delusions. It’s two days after you’d been wandering in through the dead zone with Jaha and his group of misfits. You can’t shake the memories from your head.

Holy shit. That’s all that passed through your mind as you watched Harris’s body be blown to pieces by the land mine he stepped on. You had made the decision to follow Jaha into the dead zone, now you wished you had thought this idea through with a little more foresight. Sadly, you realize, nobody would miss you, if you were the one who’d stepped on the land mine. All of the delinquents you’d been sent to Earth with despised you, you were notorious for your sarcastic comments, bad attitude, and ‘don’t fuck with me’ persona. Everyone had avoided you, afraid to piss you off and be on the other side of your right hook. The only people that could have wanted you to stay back, in case you died, had already died themselves. Your parents. They died during the Ark’s descent to Earth, of course the station they had been on was the one that burned up in the atmosphere. But now, you’re following a deranged man, that thinks he’s the messiah, into unknown territory. This is definitely at the top of the list entitled 'stupid decisions Y/N has made’.

Of course that journey was filled to the brim of sarcastic, nasty comments thrown between you and Murphy. You can’t remember ever saying one nice thing to the boy. Back at the dropship you two got into quarrels almost every time your eyes locked, both of you are not only short tempered, but ready to fight at a moment’s notice.

“If it is a murderer I’d be glad they killed me, then I wouldn’t have to deal with your annoying ass all the time,” came Murphy’s sarcastic reply drawing you out of your thoughts. He lifts his body from the sand and makes his way over to the lighthouse.

“Well, are you coming or not?” Murphy asks you, in a demanding tone of voice, obviously annoyed that you weren’t following him.

“Y-yeah, yeah,” you say struggling to stand up, your leg still bleeding from the sea monster attack. Murphy starts up the hill, while you hobble behind him, as fast as your two legs can carry you. Nearing the lighthouse you see Murphy racing inside a hole in the wall, the noise you two heard must have been a door opening. You still, your instincts are screaming at you to be cautious and not go inside. But, you ignore them and continue through the frame once you hear music coming from inside.

“Woah,” you whisper under your breath. Once you’re at the bottom of the stairs, your eyes soak in everything around you. There’s a pool table standing in the middle of the room, alcohol littered the counters, motorcycles you had only seen in history textbooks were parked in the hallway.

“Look at this place,” Murphy says, head turned over his shoulder at you, “There’s food, music, running water, everything I’ve ever needed. Now all I need is someone to share it with, sadly my only option is you.” He pours himself a glass of alcohol, you can’t tell what type it is from this far away. Moving toward him you say, “Hey asshole, you’re not who I’d want to be here with either. Pour me a glass while you’re at it. I’m gonna explore.”

You walk down the hallway, taking a mental inventory of everything you see. There’s only two rooms down this way: a bathroom containing a shower and toilet, and one bedroom fitted with a king-sized bed. You choose to explore the bedroom first. The bed is covered in an inane amount of pillows, too many for one person to ever need. Throwing open the closet doors you see it’s as full as the kitchen cupboards.

“I’m gonna utilize the shower in here, ya know, get the rest of Harris off me. When I’m done you should do the same!” You call out to Murphy after exiting the bedroom. He’s sitting on the couch, engrossed in a video on the screen. “What is that?” You question, taking a step closer to him.

“Nothing,” he tells you after tearing his eyes away from the screen. He seems out of it, as if he weren’t expecting what happened in the movie. “Go take your shower, you reek.” Suddenly Murphy is back to his normal agitating self.

“Only if you promise to take one after,” you sneer. It’s a half hearted come back, even Murphy can tell. You’ve never seen him act like that, a shell of himself, like he wasn’t really there. Even if you hate the kid you can’t help but to worry about him. Just because the top layers of your personality consist of sarcasm, bitterness, and hatred, doesn’t mean that there’s not a nice, caring, and sympathetic core underneath. Turning, you walk into the bathroom and turn the shower on. There’s no use in asking Murphy more about it, he wouldn’t open up to you anyways.

In the shower, you relish the warmth of the water as it envelopes your body. You’d forgotten how good this felt. You watched as the grime that covered your body was washed down the drain, this is the first time you’ve felt truly clean in months. After taking thirty minutes to fully cleanse yourself, you step out of the tub and grab a towel that was stashed under the sink. Wrapping it around your body, you open the bathroom door and make your way to the bedroom. You open the door to find Murphy sifting through the closet, looking for god knows what.

“Throw me some clothes, will you?” you ask in a not-so-friendly voice.

“Maybe if you make it worth my while,” he says, a smirk crossing his face as his eyes linger over your towel clad body.

“Only in your dreams, Murphy.” You walk to the closet trying to nudge him aside to grab clothes yourself. It doesn’t work, he stands stock still, his clothed body brushing against your bare skin.

“Why dream when the real thing is right in front of me?” he smirks, dragging his hand up your arm.

“Oh, only if you hadn’t been such a dick to me. Maybe your fantasies would have become a reality,” you whisper to him before striding back to the bathroom, clothes in hand.

“Well, you’re no walk in the park either, bitch,” he calls after you. “Before I forget to tell you, the door closed. Tried opening it, but it’s no use, we’re trapped in here. Together.” You looked over at him, the fear on your face clear as day. Your body starts going into panic mode, breathing becoming erratic, heart racing. “I wouldn’t worry so much, there’s plenty of food, okay?” His voice sounds, dare you say, caring. You nod at him, concealing your emotions, then turn to continue the task you were doing. After getting dressed you head back into the bedroom, planning on going to sleep, but stop in your tracks when your eyes land on Murphy taking his shirt off.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he tells you with a smirk spreading across his face. How did he know that you were looking at him? His back was to you. You decide to ignore him.

“Uh, I hope you know, I plan on sleeping in that bed.” You switch off the light, and start walking to the bed side closest to the door.

“And I hope you know, I’m not sleeping anywhere but this bed,” he starts pulling the covers back. You continue getting into, what you’ve deemed, your side of the bed.

“You better not try and cop a feel, or else you’ll be waking up with no hands,” you snarl at him before lying down and pulling the covers around your body.

“Trust me, I wouldn’t dream of it,” he replies, situating himself in bed. You both face away from one another, staring at the walls. It only takes you a few minutes to drift off to sleep. It’s been so long since you’ve felt the comfort of a soft bed, fluffy pillows, and a warm blanket around you. That combined with the exhaustion of wandering through the deadline for days, makes it easy to forget about not being able to leave this lighthouse. Until you start dreaming, that is.
You’re sat on the couch, facing the television screen. Looking around you notice a body, lying in front of your feet, lifeless. Examining it you see the bony body, and sunken in face of Murphy. Screaming, you try to move as far away from him as possible, but you’re stuck staring into his blank, dead face.

You feel something wrap around your body, stilling your thrashing movements. Slowly, the scene fades away into blackness. A calm floods over you, and your mind keeps the nightmares away, allowing you to have a good night’s sleep.
You wake up in the morning, feeling well rested and safe. Shifting, you feel an unusual weight on your waist. You turn your body to face the presence behind you, and you see Murphy’s sleeping face. Pictures from your nightmare come to mind, pushing them away you take in his features: pale skin, sharp cheekbones, long dark eyelashes, smooth pink lips. He looks so innocent when he’s asleep and can’t spew rude comments at you. Sighing, you decide to enjoy this moment of peace, and cuddle closer to him. His arms tighten around you, and you start to think that maybe being stuck in this place with him could be a good thing.

I just need you (John Murphy x Reader)

Requested by: @the-models-of-the-universe

Request: Hi, I was wondering if I could request a John Murphy imagine where he and the reader have an ambiguous relationship and although they want to be together, they can’t because it’s the wrong time. I was thinking like the reader and him would have a talk where she tries to convince him, she tells him she’s in love with him that they can be together but he lets her go, she’s later giving him the silent treatment but he kisses her and tells her he’s in love with her? Thank you so much.

A/N: I liked s much this request, I hope you enjoy reading it as well. ♥

(G/N) means Girl Name.


Originally posted by john-murphys-trash-queen

Your name: submit What is this?

Girl name: submit What is this?

I just need you (John Murphy x Reader)

There are you again, looking at Murphy being surrounder by the fifth girl just today. And he are all smiles to them all. You hate it. John and you are supposted to be friends with benefits. Just fun, nothing more, he said and you agreed. Because when you started it, you liked the idea of be able to go out with another guy if you want to, but now, you don’t like this anymore. You don’t like to imagine him sleeping with other girls, kissing them, hugging them. You also don’t like the other guys touch on you, because they’re don’t fits you like Murphy do.

When you see, Murphy has one hand at the blonde girl waist, pulling her closer. You feel your blood running at you face, you want to hit them both, you want to scream at them. But you just walk at them, angry. When Murhy see you walking at him, he let go of the girl waist.

“Murphy? We have to talk.” You say trying to look a way more calm that you really are.

“Excuse me?” The blonde girl turned to face you.

“No, excuse US, G/N.” You say to her, losing your cool again, grabing Murphy’s arm and pulling him behind you.

“What was this, Y/N?” Murphy ask with a angry voice. But you don’t answer. You go into your tent and he came inside too, closing the zipper. “Now you’ll tell me?” He ask crossing his arms into his chest. And you stare at him, not sure what to say. Because you don’t though about it before, you just want to see him away from her. “If you’re not going to say anything, I’ll came back to G/N, she was telling me that she can do amazing things with her mouth, you know.” He laugh while your heart ache. “I see you around.” He says giving his back to you, but before he open the zipper, you hold his arm.

“I-I like you, Murphy.” You say, staring at the ground. You knew the rules of being in this kind of relationship and you accepted it anyway, and now, against everything, you’re confessing your feelins to him.

“I like you too, Y/N.” Smiling at you, but looking away soon.

“I don’t mean like that, John…” You hold his arm tigher. “I-I mean that I…”

“Don’t finish it.” He cut you off turning to face you again. “Don’t say it.”

“But, John, I really love you.”

“God, Y/N!” He run his hand over his hair angrily. “Just stop loving me, then.”

“I CAN’T JOHN!” You shouted at him. “I can’t.”

“I didn’t ask for it. We had a deal.” He sigh. “He had a fucking deal for a reason, Y/N…” He are walking around nervous. “We can’t keep with it…”

“What are you saying, John?” You feel you stomach turning around. “Are you breaking up with me? Why?”

“You know why, Y/N. We can’t be together.”

“We can John.” You grab his hand into yours. “We can.”

“I’m sorry.” He say, letting go of you and walking out of your tent. You couldn’t move. You just stand there, looking to nothing. He didn’t love you, you knew it, but taking it from him hurt you more then you though it would.

You cry until you sleep that night and the other and the other.


You are avoiding Murphy with all you have, and in the past few days it was working. Harper and Raven never left your side, they are good friends, and everytime they sees Murphy walking to your way, they just call you.Everything was working fine, until you had one accident on a hunt, as you’re not able to walk, Bellamy put you into his arms and carries you to Clarke.

“What’s happened?” You hear Murphy’s voice asking when Bellamy passes through him, with you in his arms. None of you answer.

In the end you just twisted your ankle, nothing so bad to worry about, but you would have to take care to not walk fast or grab much weight. When you leave the dropship, John are waiting for you.

“Y/N Are you ok? What happened? I…”

“Fine.” You just say, cutting him off and walking away. How are you? Seriously? You want to hit him, you want to scream with him, you want to kiss him… Oh God! You put a lock of your hair behind your ear angrily.

“Let me help you…” Murphy say behind you and you just start to walking faster than you can. You can feel the pain all over your leg, but you don’t stop. At least, until Bellamy stop you.

“I’ll help you, Y/N.”

“Thank you, Bell.” You smile at him, letting him carry you to your tent.


At the last two days, because of Clarke new orders, you was stuck into your tent. The only three people you let in are Harper, Raven and Bellamy. The last one always brings you food and try to keep your mind busy with lessons about History. He turn into a good friend, only letting you alone when you are almost asleep. But today, Bellamy had to go early because some trouble with the grounders and you are all by yourself.

You get up, trying to walk a little, just to distract yourself a little. You hear someone open the zipper of your tent quickly and you freeze, because if it would Bellamy he would  talk again about you having to take care and this things. But when you look to see who it is, you find Murphy in there.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, soon noticing that it was the first time in a while that you say more than one word to him.

“I came to check you.” He say coming closer and you walk back fast, forgetting about your feet. He holds your arms when you let out a grumble of pain. “Take care.”

“And you take your hands off.” You say, trying not scream.

“Y/N… I…” He look from you to the floor and again to you. “Are you and Bellamy…?”

“He is just my friend.” You say. “Now you can go. Someone can see you here and it wouldn’t be good, right, Murphy?” Your sarcasm showing in every word that you say. He pass his hands into his hair before grab your waist pulling you closer, one of his hands in your cheek, bringing your face closer to his own and taking you lips into his. You try to fight on the start, but after a few seconds you just give up. You was missing his taste, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth.

“Fuck the others. I just need you, Y/N.” He say to you when he breaks the kiss, but both of you still close, you can even feel his lips moving when he talk.

“Stop playing with me, Murphy.” You warn him, trying to let go of him.

“I’m not playing, Y/N. I’m saying that I love you and I stop to pretend that I don’t.” He let a his lips into yours again, letting a small kiss in there. “I want you to be my girlfriend.”

“Are you sure?” You ask alredy feeling the butterflyes.

“Yes.” And this time are you that collapse you lips into his, starting a passionate kiss.

Everything Part Three (Smut) [Requested]

“Then untie me so I can sleep. You two can get yourselves off.” You look up at them and pull at your ropes.
“So you wouldn’t like to watch?” Bellamy smirks at you, moving to where Murphy is. “You wouldn’t like to watch me fucking Murphy? Hear him beg to come?” Murphy audibly whines at that and Bellamy smirks, grabbing the younger boy’s dick and pumping fast, pushing him to the edge and stopping before he could go over it, pulling his hand away. You watched, your core dripping at the sight. Bellamy moves to the chair and puts it closer to the bed, untying your wrists and pushing you to the chair. You sit down and he ties your hands behind your back. He pulls away and gets behind Murphy on the bed. Murphy was facing the headboard on his hands and knees.

This gave you a great view of his red, hard cock, and you would be able to see everything Bellamy was doing to him. You whined a bit involuntarily and squirm, hoping that no one had noticed. Bellamy just smiled at you as he opened up a bottle, pausing and then closing it, putting it down.


Murphy expects to feel a slick finger at his entrance, maybe two, but instead he feels Bellamy’s hot mouth on his rim. He moans loudly and his body jerks forward out of shock. He feels Bellamy smirk before he feels Bellamy’s cool tongue tracing his hole. “B-bell-” he moans and looks over at you. You squirm in your chair, your face flushed. His cock twitches when your eyes meet his. Bellamy begins lapping at his entrance and Murphy is a moaning mess, rocking back on Bellamy’s tongue for a bit before Bellamy grabs his hips and shoves his tongue inside the younger boy. Murphy all but screams. “I-I’m g-gonna-”

“You’re gonna what, Murphy?” Bellamy asks as he pulls away completely, “Because I don’t remember giving you permission to cum, and you wouldn’t to do something I didn’t want you to do, would you?” Bellamy puts his hands on Murphy’s ass, rubbing the skin.

“N-no. Please! Please let me cum!” Murphy pants, desperate. He looks at you and you were squirming more than before.

“No.” Bellamy smirks, slicking his fingers up and hearing the whine Murphy lets out at not being able to release.

Bellamy puts a finger in Murphy and the brunette moans, jolting. His cock bobs between his legs and he hears you let out a whine of your own. Bellamy slowly moves his finger in and out, and ding another when Murphy starts rocking back on it. “Feel good, Murphy?”

“Y-yes!” Bellamy sets a faster pace and eventually adds another finger. “Ah! Oh-” Bellamy finds his prostate. “BELLAMY! P-please let m-me cum!” Murphy screeches out and Bellamy just grins.

“Not yet.” Bellamy’s fingers go in and out a few times, hitting Murphy’s prostate every time and then the fingers stop, pressing right on it. Bellamy strokes it cruelly and Murphy chokes back a sob. It felt too good and he need to cum. Bellamy leans over Murphy, his lips touching the boys ear as he says lowly, “Cum for me.” His fingers twist inside him, still against the boy’s prostate. Murphy cums with a loud cry and his entire body jolts forward as cum coats some of the furs. Bellamy rubs his spot again before pulling his fingers out and pulling the boy to him. Bellamy holds Murphy close, pulling him on his lap,“You okay?” Murphy nods into the others’ neck. “I didn’t push you, did I?” Murphy shakes his head and squirms until Bellamy’s tight grip loosens, leaning up to kiss him. It gets heated and soon Murphy was getting hard and grinding on Bellamy through the sensitivity.


You struggle in the rope, whining. You were desperate to cum. You wanted them bad and your core was aching. The rope loosens and you immediately notice, pulling harder. Eventually you free your wrists and join them on the bed Bellamy notices first and Murphy follows, turning to you and pulling you into a kiss. You move closer and your knees knock against his. His hands move to your hips and pulls you closer. Bellamy sits back and watches, planning out what he’s going to do next.


Bellamy has you tied up again, but now Murphy was fucking you while Bellamy fucked him. The three of you were panting and moaning. Murphy’s hands move to your breasts, squeezing and tweaking your nipples. You tug at the ropes, hurting your wrists but you couldn’t care less, you just wanted to touch them. Murphy or Bellamy, you didn’t care, but you needed to.

“Stop that.” Bellamy looks down at you, his eyes dark. His hands are on Murphy’s waist. He pulls all the way out and then slams back into Murphy. Murphy cries out and jolts, his rhythm messing up and then he’s hitting your g-spot and you see stars. Your eyes close.

You feel fingers touching your clit and then Bellamy is saying,“Cum for us, baby girl.” And you lose it, cumming hard with a choked sob. Murphy moans at the sudden tightness around his cock when you cum and Bellamy tells him to let go and then he’s emptying inside of the condom. Bellamy thrusts into Murphy a few more times and then he’s cumming and when those two pull out they both collapse gently on you. Bellamy gently unties your hands. “We need to do that more often.” Bellamy says, wrapping his arms around Murphy, who you were holding onto as well. Murphy nodded against your stomach, where he had apparently decided to get comfortable.

“Can we skip the part where I’m tied up if we do?”

“No.” Murphy mumbles against you, “That was fun. I liked watching you squirm.” You glare, but when he looks up at you with a soft expression on his face you don’t flick him on the nose like you had planned to, you just stroke his head. It was weird, liking these boys enough to have a soft spot for them. That was hard to do on the ground.

Oh well, whatever, at least the sex was nice.

[Thanks a lot @dxsturbxa and @snowyurei!!!!!!!!]


Fandom: The 100

Character: John Murphy, reader

Rating: T

Warnings: none

Summary: Don’t touch Murphy’s neck.

“Zip up your jacket,” barks Clarke. “You’ll catch a cold, Murphy.”

He rolls his eyes, tossing her a vaguely annoyed glance as you try to figure out if you should laugh or make him listen to Clarke.  

“Let me think about it.”  Murphy pauses, rubbing thoughtfully at his chin.  “No.”

“Zip it up, John,” growls Clarke.  She’s been up to her neck in teenagers with the flu, and Clarke sure as hell doesn’t want to take care of Murphy.  You don’t blame her: Murphy in a bad mood isn’t fun.

He unzips his jacket completely and walks past her into the forest, smirking at Clarke as he passes her.  Bellamy immediately storms after him, shoving him around and grabbing the zipper of his jacket.   

“You listen to her when she talks to you,” he snarls, fighting to pull the zipper up when Murphy locks his hands around Bellamy’s wrists and begins to twist.  

Clarke immediately steps forward, mouth open, but you’re faster.  Wrapping your hands around Murphy’s forearms, you attempt to pry him off of Bellamy, the two guys’ eyes never leaving the other’s.  

“Jesus Christ, can you two grow up for like, two seconds?” you bark.  Neither of them move, so you must resort to desperate measures.  

Turning to Murphy, who continues to smirk at Bellamy, you take a deep breath and knee him in the family jewels, then whirl around and punt Bellamy’s crotch.  The two immediately let go of each other and bend over in pain, Bellamy collapsing into a kneeling position while Murphy falls on all fours.  Clarke snorts from behind you, looking anywhere but at the two fallen soldiers in an attempt to stem her laughter.  

“This is why we play nice and listen to the people in charge,” you retort, slightly pissed that they’d ignored you just a few seconds ago.  Turning to Clarke, you can’t help but grin.  “Ready to pick some plants?”  She nods, cheeks dimpling ever so slightly. 

“Whatever you say.”

Murphy was quiet.  

He was quieter than he normally was, not a single snarky remark falling from two tightly-pressed lips.  Everyone else had gone to bed, making the silence even louder.  You shifted against his side, looking away from the fire up at his face.  

“If you’re pissed that I destroyed your dick, I’m sorry.”  The corner of his lip twitched, but he didn’t move his gaze form the bonfire.  

“Kinkier than I thought you were.”

“Oh, you don’t even know.”

“Out of the two of us, I know you better than you know you,” he responds, sounding somewhat tired.

“Bull.”  Time to bring out his sass.  You’ve just set yourself up for a snark-filled ass kicking, but he ignores your bait.  

“God bless you,” he responds blandly.

“Murphy?”  He glances down at you, eyes half-closed like he’s about to fall asleep on you.  “I know why you didn’t want to zip up your jacket.”

“Yeah, because Clarke’s a control freak who needs to learn personal space.”

“Funny.  No, it’s because it feels like you’re being hanged again.  Not bull.”

He’s quiet again, but his eyes are wide open now and blankly stare at the flames.  The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes before you gently kiss the base of his neck, ignoring him as he jerks away from your touch, and make your way into your tent.  

Lying down, you close your eyes and roll onto your side.  Murphy’s always been a loner, and never really was one to share his feelings.  You’d kind of started a friends with benefits thing with him, but it had fizzled out into being friends again, which meant less talking between the two of you.  

Yawning, you jumped as you felt someone lie down next to you.  Turning around, you locked gazes with Murphy, who was wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest, mumbling something unintelligible.  

“Oh, what was that?” you asked innocently.  He glanced unamusedly at you.

“You’re more intelligent that you look.”

“Gee, thanks,” you snarked, rolling your eyes as you tucked your head into the crook of his neck.  Ignoring his sudden stiffening, you gently kissed the hollow of his throat, fingers tracing his collarbone.  

After a few minutes, his breathing slowed, so you curled your arm around his waist and pressed your face into the base of his neck,

“G’night, Murphy.”  His lips brushed over the top of your head as your eyes began to droop.

“Y/N?”  You open your eyes.  This was it.  This was the shining moment in which he’d confess a deep secret to you as the result of your kindness and empathy you’d continually expressed towards him.  Murphy would blossom into a beautiful flower, you could just see it as his eyes widened-

“I’ll eat you out if you want.”


Returned To You ~John Murphy~

Originally posted by richard-harmon-gifs

Requested by @10blurredsmoke10

Summary: Reader is nightblood and stays behind on the Earth with Clarke while her boyfriend Murphy goes to space, thinking she died. After the hard six years they are finally reunited.

Word Count: 1395

Y/N didn’t expect things to turn out like they did. Originally, she was meant to be inside the rocket, by Murphy’s side. But since things never end up like they supposed to in their world, she instead found herself on radiation soaked planet with Clarke and another young girl which they stumbled upon by a coincidence.

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A New Friend

Pairing: John Murphy X Reader
Requested: Yes
Warnings: this revolves around Y/N having social anxiety, there’s a panic attack, and light cursing
A/N: I personally do not have social anxiety, so I’m basing this off of what I’ve read and heard from my friends. If I got this wrong I’m very sorry, but I hope you enjoy it!
Word count: 1642


“Hey, Bellamy, is that group back from the hunting trip yet?” You hear one of the delinquents ask. You already know the answer. No, they’re not. If they were, your best friend Alex would have already run up to you to tell you all about the adventures he had while venturing past the almost finished walls.

You’d been friends with him since you were both children on the ark. The two of you had been neighbors. It’s always been hard for you to talk to people and put yourself out there, but with Alex everything just seemed to naturally flow between the two of you. Alex was great at making conversation, but could also enjoy the silence you two shared when you just didn’t know what to say. He understood how hard it could be for you to talk sometimes. At one point your social inefficiency worried your parents so much they took you to see Dr. Griffin. She came to the conclusion you had social anxiety. She wanted to give you medication, but couldn’t due to the fact that it wasn’t a life threatening disease. You would just have to deal with it.

So that’s how your life proceeded on the Ark. You kept to yourself during the day at class, but when you got back to your room you finally came out of your shell around Alex. He was, and still is, your anchor. Everybody thought you were weird, treated you like an outcast really, because of how difficult it was to talk to them. You have no idea how you would have gotten through everything life has thrown at you without him. He’s been there for you through it all– your mom getting sick, you getting arrested after you tried to steal medicine for her, her dying, and he even got himself arrested so you wouldn’t be in the Sky Box by yourself.

Then it all seems to come crashing down around you, as you stop reminiscing. They weren’t back yet. They’d been gone since morning, and right now the sun was on the verge of setting. This wasn’t good. Something must have went wrong, but what? Did they get lost in unknown territory by accident? Did grounders attack them? Your mind was racing, heart beating so fast you thought it was going to burst out of your chest.

You leave your job of sorting food, walking toward the drop ship. Once you’re inside you find a corner, and proceed to let the panic attack you’re having consume you. Your back is pressed against the wall, knees drawn to your chest, and arms hugging yourself as tight as you can. Deep breaths in and out, you think. That’s what Alex would always tell you when you got like this. It was no use, everything seemed to be spiraling out of control in your head. Tears started to roll down your cheeks, oh god, what would you do without him? He’s been your only friend for years, the only person who knew that you could be loud, funny, and even sarcastic. There’s something, or someone, making noise but you can’t focus on it. You feel yourself floating, no longer having your anchor to tie you down. Suddenly, a hand was on your shoulder.

Murphy’s voice wafts through the air into your
ears, “Are you okay?”

That was weird. Murphy never gave a shit how other people were feeling. He was always yelling at people to get back to work, no matter what injury or illness they had acquired. For a second you wonder if you should say yes, but then he’s going to make you go back to work and you can’t in the condition you’re in. You shake your head side to side signaling no.

“I’ve been trying to ask you what’s wrong,” he says, still crouching next to you, with a hand on your shoulder. He must have been standing there for awhile, that’s the murmurs you pushed to the back of your mind. You keep expecting him to raise his voice at you, or spew derogatory comments your way. He doesn’t. Instead his voice is gentle, fingers drawing light, calming patterns where his hand is.

“A-Alex,” is the only world you’re able to get out of your mouth. Your breathing is still erratic, it’s calmed down since Murphy has given you something to think about other than your dark thoughts.

“Oh, the dude you’re always with. He’s on the hunting trip, right?” The first sentence he says sounds, disappointed? That can’t be right, why would Murphy, of all people, be disappointed you were worrying about your best friend.

“T-they’ve b-been gone, for a really lo-long time,” you stutter through the sentence, tears slowly stop falling from your eyes.

“That’s what you’re freaking out about? Y/N sometimes hunting trips take longer than half a day. Besides, they’re probably on their way back now with a huge amount of game,” he lowers himself next to you. His arm makes its way around your shoulders, so he’s pulling you into his side.

“You think so?” You whisper, looking up at him.

“I know so. So, stop worrying about your boyfriend, everything’s going to be okay.” His hand tightened the tiniest bit when the word boyfriend left his lips.

“Alex isn’t my boyfriend,” you tell him, glancing at him with a confused expression across your face.

“Okay, then what do you two call what you’ve got going on? You’re always with each other, and you only talk to him. It’s obvious you two have something going on behind closed doors,” Murphy explains as his signature smirk crosses his lips. You nudge him lightly, in a joking manner, with your shoulder.

“He’s my best friend, and I talk to only him because I’m bad with people. I want to have more friends but, I can’t. I freeze up when I talk to people,” your voice gradually gets quiter as you speak. You’ve been wanting to tell people that for years. You want them to know you’re not judgemental, just scared.

“Well, you’re talking to me. Actually, I think this is the most I’ve ever heard your voice. Ya know, for awhile I thought you were just a bitch that thought she was too good to talk to us.”


“Yeah, it’s because you were raised on alpha station. Your dad was a doctor, and your mom had a good chance of becoming chancellor in the future. There was no reason to dig deeper. Why would someone who’s always had it all want to associate with the good for nothing kids who’d committed crimes?” Murphy leaned his head back against the wall, eyes aimed at the ceiling. You saw his jaw clenching, he had hated you, you realize. The anger in this boy was monumental, the pain he held was just as large, but hidden.

“I don’t think that.” He looks over at you, your eyes lock. “That you’re good for nothing, or that I’m better than you. I kind of envy you actually. You can talk to people. Yeah sure, you mostly insult them, but I can’t even get a measly ‘hi’ out most of the time. Plus, some of you are here for the same reason I am, trying to help someone you love. And that’s not a crime.” Your speech comes to an end, and Murphy has gotten closer to you. His expression was calculating: watching the way your face moved as you talked, listening to the conviction in your tone, being aware of how close your bodies really were.

“Wow, that’s bullshit,” you can’t help but deflate a bit at his words. “You don’t envy me, just the way I communicate. Trust me, my life isn’t rainbows and butterflies. Also, if you haven’t noticed, you’ve been talking to me just fine for the pas-” Murphy’s sentence gets cut off.

Someone is screaming about how the hunting party is back. Before you can think you’re on your feet ready to run to them. You stop in your tracks, right as you were about to sprint, and turn to Murphy. You look at him for a moment, you wonder if he’s going to go back to the boy you thought you knew before this conversation. That is unnecessarily cruel, but now you know there’s some part of him that cares about others. Sure it might manifest in, unusual ways, but none the less it was still there. You take a chance, you hold out your hand offering to help him up.

“Well, are you coming?” You ask shooting him a small smile. He looks shocked for a second before concealing his emotions. He takes your hand.

“Don’t think this is going to get you special treatment, Doll,” he says slinging his arm around your shoulder before steering you two out of the drop ship.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” your voice is quiet, only he can hear your words. You don’t want to draw attention to the two of you, knowing what they’ll say. All caution is thrown into the wind when you see Alex. You run to him, engulfing him in a giant hug.

“Don’t ever leave me like that again,” you mumble, your face pressed into his shoulder.

“I won’t, I won’t. Now, what was that about?” Alex asks, head motioning over to the spot where Murphy stands. Once he notices the two of you looking at him, he diverts his gaze to the person next to him.

“We just talked,” you say with a smile.

“You? Talked? With someone besides me? And Murphy no less?” Your best friend continues to rattle off questions. All you can do is answer them one at a time while thinking about what this might mean, have you added a new friend to your list? Hopefully, you think.