john murphy smut

“Eating Out.”- The 100  Preference

(A/N I thiNK I AM BACK IN THE GROOVE GET READY.)

Requested: yes

NSFW 

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Bellamy Blake:  Bellamy would love going down on you. He knew how great it felt on him so he could only imagine how you felt. He would be the type to lead up to it with neck kisses and body kisses and maybe playing with your boobs and making sure they’re nice and stimulated before he pressed kisses to your hipbones then dive right in. He’d suck and flick relentlessly. He’d chuckle as you grasped his hair with wild moans as he brought you higher. 

“Baby, you taste amazing.” He’d smirk with a glistening chin.

John Murphy: Murphy is not kind when it comes to the topic. He’ll rip off your pants and underwear with a growl. He sees it as a punishment. He is very rough and won’t stop when you cum. He’ll go and repeat his actions until you’re withering. He’ll smack, lick, but most of all suck until you’re begging him to stop. By then he’s smirking as he laps up what is left of his ‘meal’. 

“Hope you’re not too sensitive…cos I’m not done princess.” He smirks

Japser Jordan: Jasper loves having you go down on him more, but he loves to eat you out in return, he just doesn’t think he’s good at it. He shyly licks like you’re an ice cream cone as you put your legs on his shoulders. He relishes every moan that comes from your mouth and can’t get enough of how you sound. He watches you with a grin when he sucks, and it doesn’t take long till you’re gasping for air as you ride down from your high. 

“I think I’m getting better at this…maybe I need more practice.” He says slyly. 

Monty Green: Monty very skilled with his mouth. Despite popular belief he knows just the right places to kiss, lick…suck. He’s very proud of how fast he can bring you to orgasm and often, he likes to make you go more than once. He doesn’t ask you to repay the favor, but appreciates it either way. He just loves the faces you make and makes it his goal to make it a amazing night with you.

“You always look so beautiful.” He smiles as he kisses your neck. 

Lincoln: Lincoln is also quite skilled when it comes to eating out. Never ceasing to amaze you as he never ceases to amaze you with his rapid tongue. He loves to gently lick and he has two modes, The jealous mode when he’s absolutely ruthless and leaves you withering in pleasure as he nibbles, sucks, licks, and even flicks. Then he has gentle love making mode where he gently does it leaving you in agonizing pleasure as you beg him. Causing him to smile he continues. 

“Amazing baby doll. You’re amazing.” He grins.

“Hope you’re ready to go again. We have all night.” He growls 

Roan: Roan has two modes when it comes to eating out. If he’s had a stressful day, it’s ruthless and countless orgasms. This includes jealousy as well as being angry at the idiots he deals with daily. IF it is one of those days he keeps track and doesn’t stop till he hits four, this will lead to very rough foreplay and sex more times than not. Others is when he feels like relentlessly teasing you till you’re almost in tears, begging for him to go faster. Either way it drives him wild. 

“Aww…does someone want to cum? You’re going to have to beg me princess…like you mean it.” He growls as he keeps his pace going rapidly 

“Come on baby girl…let go…let me taste you.” He whispers sweetly. 

I hate you so much, it must be true love

Murphy x Reader, little bit of Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: smut, nsfw, some swearing…I am trash…

Summary: After an argument about Pike, you and Bellamy break up. You want to hurt him. When you and Murphy get to talking you two start a love/ hate relationship. Things get heated. Fluff ending.

Ahem….I decided that there was not enough Murphy smut in this world. I’m usually more of a Bellamy girl but…he’s been a little brainwashed shit lately so I got more inspired by Murphy. I’m gonna consider this a oneshot I guess…slight POV change in the middle there. Sorry it’s a long one. I just couldn’t stop myself. Also sorry if it’s not good. It’s my first one and considering it’s mine…ofc it’s smut. :)

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“I can’t believe what I’m hearing.” you say turning away from your boyfriend…well…kinda boyfriend. You and Bellamy had been sharing a room for four months now, ever since Clarke left. But sharing a bed was not all that you and Bellamy did at night. Everything was starting to look fine, until now.

“You actually think that this headcase is right? That anything Pike does is for ‘the good of the people’?!” You throw your arms in the air facing Bellamy, anger starting to fuel your actions. “Y/n, the grounders can’t be trusted. You of all people should know that!” “ Oh, don’t you dare bring this up right now!”

You lost your best friend in the ring of fire created to stop the grounder attack. That whole thing was a bit taboo, Bellamy had never even brought it up to you before right now. You felt betrayed by Bellamy. You had loved him, but you could no longer stand by his side with this.

“I’m sorry, but this is the hard truth. The grounders want us dead and if we don’t do something now, they will have their way. Pike understands that, why can’t you?” He crosses his arms and clenches his jaw. You can see that neither of you is going to back down from this.

“Believe me, I understand. But what you’re talking about….it’s bound to start another war. One that we might not be able to survive.” you step closer to him and lower your voice, fighting back the tears. “You’re talking about slaughtering 300 innocent people who were sent here to protect us!” You hear your voice break as a tear sets loose. Neither of you seem to be able to believe what the other is saying. Bellamy raises his voice completely overtaken by his stubbornness.

“Innocent!? Each and every one of these savages is to be blamed for the amount of people we’ve all lost. They started this, Y/n. We’re just going to end it.” Bellamy’s not the man that you thought he was. This proves it.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Bellamy yells after you as he sees you grab your packed bag and jacket. “I can’t do this anymore, Bell. It’s over and you know it.”

***

It has been a week. You haven’t even talked to Bellamy. You could barely look at his face since the massacre. To you Bellamy had become the monster he’d thought the grounders to be. He’d returned the battle unharmed, that somehow upset you even more. You wanted to hurt him, you wanted him to feel the pain that cursed through your heart and shadowed your mind.

“Why the sad face, Princess?” *ugh* Murphy was the last person you wanted to see. You’d never really talked to Murphy before. Bellamy always told you to stay away from him, that he was a murderer and that you would get hurt…but then again, Bellamy wasn’t here was he? His opinion no longer mattered to you.

“Boy drama.” You were sitting on a cut down log with bottle of whiskey in your hand. You’re guessing you didn’t look so good if even Murphy had noticed. “I see. So things must be going great with Bellamy.” He says with exaggerated sarcasm.

“Well, you could say that. I mean…we broke up about a week ago.” You finally look up at him. He looks disheveled. You all do most of the time. No time to sit in front of a mirror really.

“Eesh, tough luck. Mind if I sit here?” He asks gesturing the makeshift chair. “Sure.” You scoot over a bit to give him some space, and offer him a drink.

“No thanks. Can’t really drown my demons anymore. Those fuckers learned how to swim.” You chuckle a bit. Taking a sip for yourself. “What happened to your arm?” You ask pointing to the bandages on his forearm. “Uhm, dinner tried to eat me first I guess.” He gives you a crooked smile and you smile back. He doesn’t seem half as bad as Bellamy had made him out to be.

***

A few days had passed. You enjoyed Murphy’s company though you’d never tell anyone so. You two always bickered and flirted shamelessly.

“Hey, asshole! Has your face always looked this messed up or did you just forget to put on makeup today?” You give him a goofy smile as he gets closer. “Sup, bitch? What are you even doing here, shouldn’t you be workin’ the street corner?” He smiles back at you and you both shake your heads.

“Poor form, but nice try.” “Yeah, I’m not too proud of that one. I’ll keep working on it. You free tonight?” You always hung out in the evening after your shifts so you agreed to do the same tonight.

He made you happy. None of the others approved of your friendship but you didn’t mind basking in your hedonism. Especially because of the way you knew this made Bellamy feel. He hadn’t really stopped caring for you, but atleast he’d stopped his efforts to make contact with you.

Tonight was bonfire night…but something else was different. You sat a lot closer to Murphy. Your voice sounded a lot more sultry. Maybe it was because you could feel Bellamy’s eyes burn holes into your side. But that wasn’t it. You felt weirdly drawn to Murphy. He was smart, and funny. He made you feel safe enough to open up to him. Tell him things about yourself you never even allowed yourself to think of. You seemed to have the same sort of affect on him. Tonight, after a few drinks, your morals had disappeared and lust had settled in.

You dragged him off to a quiet hallway, away from peering eyes. You leaned against a wall and pulled him closer to you. He stared deep into your eyes, glancing at your lips every now and then. He placed a hand on your waist, squeezing a little to bring you closer. He wrapped his other hand in your hair, tugging at the strands as he ground himself against you.

“You want this, Princess?” His hot breath on your face made shivers run down your spine. You wrapped your arms behind his neck and a leg behind his. You kissed him passionately, letting your tongues explore each-others mouths as he lifted your leg higher around his waist so you could feel his erection grind against you through the unnecessary layers of clothing.

You reluctantly pull away from the kiss. He looks at you with a confused yet determined look on his face. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, I just-” you gasp as he starts kissing your neck, definitely leaving marks for later. It feels so good so you urge him not to stop as you talk.

“I need you to remember, that I still hate you. This-this is just a momentary lapse of weakness brought on by involuntary abstinence. And I can’t do this if you feel something else or whatever. So I must ask. Do you hate me?” He stops for a little bit to look you in the eyes. His eyes seem darker, more focused. He clenches his jaw and shifts his eyes for a second. “Yea, sure.”

You didn’t really believe him but you also didn’t really care. You had never been too great with emotions but you could see he was a little scolded. But right now your brain had no power. Your body wanted him, and he wanted you.

“Then hell yea I want this.” That was the last coherent sentence you spoke. You pulled on his hair as he disheveled yours. The only thing cooling you down was the cold metal you were pinned up against.

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Bellamy’s POV

He’d been drinking all night like everyone else. He needed a drink after seeing Y/n drape herself all over Murphy’s lap. He still cared for her, but he wasn’t sure if she cared for him. Maybe she was just trying to make him jealous. Maybe there was still hope for them.

He said goodnight to the rest of the guard and stumbled over to the Ark. He was heading down the halls when he stopped dead in his tracks. He couldn’t believe his eyes. Y/n and Murphy tangled up against a wall. Murphy seemed to notice him standing there but all he did was pull away from the kiss to give Bellamy a crooked smile before grabbing Y/n’s breast, kneading it in his hands as she moaned in his ear and sloppily kissed her neck.

Bellamy couldn’t take this. He practically ran back to the bonfire. He needed a few dozen more drinks before he could let himself think again.

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Y/n’s POV

You’re still slightly intoxicated, yet everything seems much clearer. Murphy’s kissing your neck, sucking and biting at all the right places. You moan louder than you wanted to. You plead for Murphy to take you to your room.

When you somehow finally get there Murphy picks you up. You’re straddling him and kissing him while he kicks the door closed. You help him shrug off his jacket and do the same with your own. You’re tugging at his shirt as you try to get rid of yours. Once you succeed you find yourself on the bed. Frantically kissing him as he swiftly removes his shirt.

Your bodies are tightly pressed against each-other. His hands are roaming your body as you try to make the most of what he’s allowing you to move. He starts kissing down your jaw, your neck, stopping to suck and nibble at your nipples, kneading your breast with one hand. Then continues kissing your stomach, all the way down to your aching core. He strips you of your pants and underwear, kissing your inner thighs. Your back arches off the bed as he licks straight over your wet heat.

“All ready for me aren’t you?” He asks you meeting your gaze. You can’t help but stare. He looks so hot between your legs. “Yes-yes, Murphy. Gosh, just fuck me already!” “Impatient little doll. I promise you, I’ll make this worth your while.” And oh was he right. He shifts his focus from your eyes back to your core. He’s like Picasso with his tongue. He makes you grab the sheets in a pathetic attempt to steady yourself as you unravel and let out moans, screams and cusses of his name. Once he’s done you’ve already become a panting mess. He wipes your fluids off his chin and smirks at you.

“You were right, totally worth it!” You smile at him as gets up on his knees in front of you. “I’m always right.” “So you are.” You lift yourself off the bed to place sloppy kisses to his abdomen. You run your hands up the middle of his chest and down his sides, settling them on his belt. You keep kissing his hip bones and his small happy trail as you undo his belt and zipper. He helps you slide off his pants, his eyes glued to your every motion. You kiss the fabric that covers his erection. “Do you want me? Say you want me.” Your voice is light, yet sultry as ever. He practically groans his answer. “Yes, fuck yes I want you!” He pulls you up to kiss him again.

Soon enough he releases your body just enough that you can start kissing all the way down his neck, shoulders and chest. You take off his underwear and lay a firm grip on his throbbing cock. He throws his head back as you lick a small circle around his tip and pump a few times. He can’t seem to look away and decides to hold back your hair. Barely pushing you in any direction. You take him in your mouth little by little. His groaning, swears and moans of your name getting louder with each pump.

“That’s it, Princess! You’re in trouble now!” He pushes you back on the bed. Kissing you deeply, rubbing small circles around you clit. You’re now begging him for a release again. And he is sure willing to oblige. He pulls away and grabs his cock to guide himself through your entrance. You both groan from pleasure. You nod a little, giving him the ok to start moving. You’re both near your climaxes so his pace quickens. Any attempts of kissing fail because your mouth keeps dragging down his chin with each thrust. But neither of you mind.

He’s holding himself up on one elbow, burying his other hand’s fingers in your hips. You drag your fingernails over his back almost painfully enough to draw blood. This makes him grunt even more, his face still buried in the crook of your neck. You even bite his shoulder a little. His length slightly painful, but all the more enjoyable.

The rest of the world no longer exists. Just you and him. You barely hear the people outside. All you can sense is the sweat, the sound of skin against skin, the waves of pleasure washing over you. You keep working in harmony with his thrusts. Your eyes too intrigued by the movements of his lean muscles to dare close. You glance at the place where your bodies meet and feel yourself unraveling underneath him.

You scream his name into oblivion and his movements become less calculated and more uneven as he comes from the feeling of your walls clenching around him. He moans your name in response as he rides out both of your orgasms. He pulls out soon enough. Both of you panting and unable to speak as he lays beside you. You feel weak and you’re shivering, but not from cold. From absolute extacy.

Once you’ve both regained your composure you curl up to his side. He lifts one of your legs up over him and you place a hand on his chest to draw circles on his skin.

“That was…amazing.” He says smiling at you in the glow of the moonlight shining through the small window. “Yeah, it was. Would love to repeat that sometime soon.” You smile back at him. He kisses your head. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

***

Soon enough you feel yourself drifting off to sleep, until he speaks up again. “I lied earlier.” “What?” You rub your eyes a little until you can clearly see the guilty look on his face as he stares at the ceiling.

“What are you talking about?” He licks over his lips and looks at you. “Earlier, when I said that I hated you…I didn’t mean a word of it. I’m sorry but, you’re actually one of the few people I like in this hellhole. The only person, to be exact.”

You just keep smiling at him. “I know.” “Wha- but you said…” He looks at you with the same confused look from earlier, except this one isn’t shadowed by lust, it’s shaded by hope. “I know what I said. And I lied too. I actually like you too.” You kiss him for reassurance, before turning over and tugging him to spoon you. You’re both fading to sleep as you hear him mumble.

“Thank god.”

rambling baby (john murphy drabble)

the first Valentine’s day drabble with a guy, wooo!

(pls remember no gifs are mine!)

“I bought handcuffs because I thought it’d be sexy, but now I can’t get out of them.” ft John Murphy

About an hour ago, you got a text from one of your best friends telling you to come over, that it was urgent. You had a key to his apartment and you rushed your ass over there, scared that something had happened to him, seeing as he hadn’t responded to any of the fifty texts you sent him over the past hour. The elevator was down, so you ran the six flights of stairs up to his apartment. You finally make it to his floor and grab the key out of your purse, unlocking the door and quickly closing it behind you.

“John?” You peek your head into every open room, checking the bathroom even to be sure. You couldn’t find a single sign of him. “JOHN?!”

God what if he was dead? What if you were too late? What if–?

“In here!” You hear his voice, it’s coming from his bedroom. You let out a large sigh of relief and run a hand over your face, calming down before opening the door to his bedroom.

“For fuck’s sake, John! I was worried! Why would–OH,” your eyes go wide as you see John’s naked body–he pulled a sheet over himself–handcuffed to almost every pole on his bed.

He looked better than you could have ever imagined… and you could imagine a lot. He was always the quieter, more innocent one out of your group friends and god that was so hot. You two would always flirt, but that was it. He’s very shy… yet here you were. The sheet was barely covering the massive tent between his legs. He was holding it around his waist, his top half remained uncovered. He wasn’t looking, so you allowed yourself to stare, to memorize every inch of him so you could work with more when you were alone tonight. You constantly imagined him pressed against you, but GOD you didn’t know how bad you wanted him until now.

“H-hi?” A deep blush covered his cheeks as he lifted his eyes up to meet yours.

“W-what is going on here?” You clear your throat, willing yourself to keep from touching him. He was helpless for God’s sake.

“I-I bought handcuffs because I thought it’d be sexy, but now I can’t get out of them,” he blushed, looking away again as I clear my throat again, realizing that he’d probably already used them.

“What, did the girl take the key with her?” You chuckle and take a step in from the doorway, raising an eyebrow at him.

“What? N-no,” he bites his bottom lip and looks up at you again. “I-I got these for you. I wanted to be laid out and at your mercy. That’s why I texted you. But after I cuffed this hand to the pole, I kind of dropped the key somewhere on the floor.”

You couldn’t will yourself to move, to say anything. You’re still hung up on the fact that he bought these cuffs for you. That he wanted to be sexy and rough… with you. 

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“Y/N? Are you okay?” You can’t find the words to answer him, and he immediately thinks the worst. He curses under his breath and looks down. “I didn’t mean to corner you or anything. I just couldn’t reach my phone to text you and tell you not to worry. God I’m so embarrassed. What the fuck, please just–just leave me alone. I can figure this out somehow. You probably had plans for tonight. You look gorgeous. Not that you don’t always look gorgeous because you do but–”

“John?” You cut him off and his innocent little doe-eyes look up at you. “I want you.”

“Of course it’s okay for you to leave, I mean–Wait.” His eyes go wide as he realizes what you just said. “Y-you want me?”

“Of course I do. You can’t begin to imagine all my lonesome nights, all those nights I touched myself while thinking of you,” you whisper, your voice gravelly as John moans.

“Please use me,” he whimpers and you can’t help but groan as you quickly walk over to him, grabbing a fistful of his hair and forcing him to look up at you. You lean down, teasingly brushing your lips against his as he pouts.

“I’m going to take good care of you, baby.”

Don't Test Me

Murphy X Reader

Request? Yes:

Can you do some kind of mild Murphy x reader dom thing where hes kind of like “this is mine” and “this is mine” and really showcase just his overall Murphy attitude in it??? If you get me


It’s sweltering and your body aches with exhaustion. You spent the entire day scouting the area surrounding camp with Finn, hiking up hills, dragging yourself through water, and tripping over protruding roots. It’s a relief to be seated, fresh food in your stomach. When you finish eating, it’s all you can do not to pass out right there.

“Hungry much?” Murphy sits down beside you, glancing at the clean bones beside you. You groan and kick them off to the side, laying back on the ground. Your thighs scream at you with every movement.

“Not right now,” you mumble, lifting your arms to cover your face. You’re quite sure you can fall asleep just like this.

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me, wondering how i managed to stay up to 2am reading imagines:

“Daddy.” The 100 preferences

Bellamy Blake: 

Bellamy was pounding into you at such a hard pace that you couldn’t even think straight. Nails scratching down backs, heavy moans and groans being the only human noises. The rook reeked of sex and before you could even think about what you were saying, the words slipped between your lips. 

“Oh daddy please don’t stop.” Bellamy ceased his thrusts as he stared down at you. Your eyes widened as he looked at you with a slow spreading evil grin. 

“Daddy huh? He smirked as he snapped his hips forward. You let a needy moan out as you stared up at him with pleading eyes. 

“I like that…beg for daddy won’t you princess?” He said as he continued to thrust harshly into you.

John Murphy:

John secretly had a daddy kink and you knew it. He loved to spank and you knew that he loved to be in charge. You decided tonight was the night to confront him. You spent the whole day teasing him with brushes against his crotch and low cut shirts. You were bent over in front of him and he finally snapped. Grabbing your butt causing you to straighten up.

“Princess we need to talk.” He growled. You giggled and turned to face him. 

“Do we ever…daddy.” You whispered as you murmured hotly in his ear. He grabbed your ass with a low groan. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Just try to keep up daddy.” You winked as you strutted away from him leaving him hot on your heels. 

Jasper Jordan: 

Jasper wasn’t prepared at all the moment the word tumbled from your lips. You both stopped as it sunk in what happened. You looked at Jasper with a blush spread across your cheeks in embarrassment.

“Jasp-”

“Say it again…please.” 

“Daddy…” And with that he was pounding into you. Your nails raked down his back as he slowed down long enough for you to put your legs over his shoulders causing him to get a deeper angle. 

“Oh yeah baby girl…cum for daddy.” 

Monty Green: 

Monty had been wanting to have a night where the both of you could try out kinks. You both made a list and at the top of his you read ‘Daddy Kink’. You smirked as you looked at him.

“You want me to call you daddy?” He squirmed. You giggled as you crawled on top of him. “Don’t you like that daddy?” You asked innocently. He grabbed your face with a growl as you almost gasped. 

“You better be ready princess…daddy doesn’t plan on stopping.” 

The 100 - John Murphy - Jelly Legged

please do a murphy smut where he has such rough sex with y/n she cant walk the next day and the boys (bellamy, jasper and monty) tease her :p 

Warnings: smut + probably swearing. 

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“I want everyone in this god damn camp to know you’re mine.” Murphy growled between kissing your neck making you moan quietly. You loved it when Murphy was rough with you. It wasn’t his regular go out and beat someone up rough though. He’d never actually hurt you, it was just down to the fact that when Murphy got rough and passionate: the sex was so so good. 

He continued leaving hickys on your neck to show everyone in camp the next day exactly who’s property you were. Swiftly, you began you unbuckle his belt and unbutton his trousers as he tore you vest top over your head ripping it ever so slightly. As he took your trousers off, his fingers moved down to your heat and he drew rough circles around your clit making you whine and moan for him.  

“Murphy…” You groaned arching your back up in desperation for him. 

“What was that?” He asked grinning slyly. “I didn’t hear you.“ 

“Murphy, fuck me please.” You begged loudly as he thrust a finger inside of you and moved it in and out slowly making you wetter and wetter by the second. 

“Better.” He growled removing his boxers as you were in no fit state to do it for him anymore. He reattached his mouth to your neck and roughly thrust himself inside you making you cry out in ecstasy. He was big and gave you little time to adjust before moving in and out of you increasing the speed. But you didn’t care. It was wonderful. 

You moved your hands to his hair and began tugging it slightly and playing with it as his hands moved over to your breasts and began running his fingers over your nipples making you moan loudly. You could feel your orgasm approaching. It was getting closer and closer. 

“FUCK. MURPHY!” You cried out not caring if anyone could hear you as you reached orgasm. It was like an explosion in your lower abdomen. You’d never felt it quite as much as you did then and, as he pulled out of you, you could see your legs trembling. 

Both of you feeling incredibly satisfied lay down on the camp bed you shared and you fell asleep with his arms around you and your face buried in the crook of his neck.

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The next day, you woke up next to him and decided to get up and get dressed. He swiftly dressed and left promising to save you a seat at breakfast. You sat up and threw on you underwear and shirt which was sat on the end of the bed and put on your trousers which were on the floor next to you. You had one of the smallest tents out of everyone hence why you got camp bed privilages. So you crawled over to the entrance where there was little room to stand and poked your head out of the entrance on all fours. Looking out you could see your two best friends Monty and Jasper walking with Bellamy to where breakfast was being served. 

“Hey guys,” you called out to them. “Wait up.” They walked over to you as you ungracefully crawled out of your tent. 

“Heard you had fun last night.” Jasper laughed as you looked up at him. 

“What?” You asked. 

“Don’t deny it. The whole camp heard you yelling out Murphy’s name last night. I’d be surprised if the grounders didn’t.” He chuckled winking at you. 

You sat there blushing for a second and tried to stand up. As you got up, you found your legs collapsed underneath you and were too weak to get you back up again. 

“Shit.” You mumbled. 

“Wow so you did have a good time last night.” Monty chuckled as you sat on the ground glaring up at him. “I didn’t realise it was that good.” He added as the three boys laughed at you. 

“Guys shut up. What do I do; I can’t walk.” You said angrily. 

“Blame Murphy for that one.” Bellamy laughed. You gave him a look of death and he stopped laughing and scooped you up bridal style in his arms. “Come on then. Let’s find Murphy for you.” He said carrying you over to where Murphy was sat as you blushed furiously and giggled slightly to yourself. 

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AN: hope this is okay for you guys, I’m going through a Murphy phase at the moment. I love him! Hope you all are enjoying the holidays and if not hope this brightens them up for you. Stay safe! :)

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

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“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.

//1. what he thinks when he sees you first thing on the morning after

Bellamy: he’d wake up and the first thing he sees is you laying on your back the sun making you just a silhouette and he can’t help but lean on one of his arms to see you more and he’d brush your hair out of your face as you sleep soundly. All he can think about was the night before and how he’s fallen hard and in all honesty, he would have it any other way.

Lincoln: At first wouldn’t realize who’s in the bed beside him pressed against his chest until the sleep leaves his mind and he remembers where he is and who’s back was pressed against his bare chest. He’d leave lazy kisses on your bare shoulder and up your neck before just sitting in the glow of you, this girl who makes him feel complete and wanted more than anything.

Murphy: As murphy’s eyes would open he’d see you laying on your side, tucked into his own. One of his arms had snaked its way under your body as he lazily traced designs over your bare back. Chuckling at his handiwork that littered your neck. Still after all this time he couldn’t believe this is what was waiting for him back in Arkadia. Then and there he swore that he wouldn’t leave without you.

Jasper: He would most likely be a tiny bit shocked you were still in his bed you laying on your side facing him with your face still peaceful as you slept. All he could think of was your soft lips on his and the way you touched him, not in a super sexual away but it was the way you would trace designs on his shoulder after both of you were just heavy from exhaustion or the way before it got heated and you ran your hands down his sides. He’d just watch you sleep going over the feeling before whispering into the early morning

“I can’t just go back to before this I need to tell her.”

Monty:  He’d feel your hot breath against his neck before he even tries to open his eyes but when he does he can’t help but kiss the top of your head and wrap his arms around you just to hold you as close as he can because he truly is afraid that this has all been a dream and that in any moment he’d wake up with an empty bed and he couldn’t stand that, before he even decides to wake you up you are already placing lazy kisses down his neck to his collarbone. 

“Morning greenie.”

‘Sleeping’ The 100 preference

Bellamy Blake: 

Bellamy loves to have you laying on his chest. You love it too because you can hear his heartbeat and it helps you fall asleep. His head usually is either on top of your head, or he has it facing the right side. His arms are wrapped protectively around your waist and you sleep chest to chest with you hands on either side of his body. 

John Murphy:

Murphy doesn’t like to feel smothered when he sleeps so you usually sleep cuddles up to his back with your arms around his waist. If you’re lucky he turns to face you. But he had stressed that he doesn’t want your arms near his neck at any point. So you don’t. You’ll rest your head on his back. He’s always warm so when it’s especially cold you cuddle up to him.

Jasper Jordan:

Jasper is the little spoon so he usually sleeps on your chest. He likes to hear your soft breath and will hold whatever hand he’s facing. It helps him find peace long enough to sleep. He listens to your heart and you play with his hair, You’ll fall asleep with your hand tangled in his hair. He loves it and so do you. He also finds your boobs very comfortable. 

Monty Green: 

Monty often has to sleep on his back so you take up half his chest. He’ll drape an arm around you shoulder and you’ll rest a hand on his chest. He presses a kiss to your forehead every night and rubs your back till on of you are down for the count. He traces patterns on your back and will sometimes make a game out of it when neither of you can sleep. 

Lincoln: 

Lincoln is obviously big spoon. So you have the choice of laying stomach left or right. He makes sure you’re comfortable. He can fall asleep in any position so he just always makes sure you’re comfortable. He traces his back tattoo pattern on your back and will whisper stories he was told as a kid until you fall asleep. He always kisses your nose and tells you goodnight. 

Roan: 

Roan sleeps on his side. Your back towards him with his arms wrapped around your waist. He sometimes presses his ear to your back to hear your heartbeat. If you fall asleep before him he always pulls you into his chest. Kissing the back of your head and putting the pillow under your head. He sleeps on the side closest to the door. Just in case. 

Everything (Murphy & Bellamy Smut)

“We know you want us.” Bellamy pushes you against the wall of the dropship. Murphy stands to your right, smirking at you.

“W-what a-are you talking about?” You pretend to be confused.

“Princess, don’t lie, we know you want us. It took a few bottles of vodka, but Octavia told us. Everything.” Murphy puts his hand on your cheek.

“E-everything?” Bellamy smirks as well, leaning down to whisper in your ear.

“Everything.” You blush at his words and how close he is as he says them, his lips brushing your neck slightly.

“She told us about how you wanted the two of us, together. A threesome. She told us about how you didn’t just want sex though, how you wanted a relationship. With both of us. We’re both bi, so I guess it would work with the two of us for that part.” Murphy gets closer.

“But, as probably know, neither of us are good at sharing. But the idea of you, letting us have you, sexually and otherwise. Well that sounds like a good plan.” Bellamy whispers the last sentence in your ear, before pulling you toward him, his arms around your waist and his lips on yours. Murphy watches for a bit. Then he decides that he wants to touch you too. He comes up behind you and puts his arms around you, in between yours and Bellamy’s bodies.

Murphy attacks your neck, leaving marks all over the exposed skin making you let out a small moan into your quickly-heating up kiss with Bellamy. You feel their smirks widen and Bellamy kisses you harder for a second, before pulling away. “What do you say we get these clothes off and get started?” Bellamy asks, lust written all over his face. You nod embarrassingly quick. Murphy reluctantly pulls off your neck, sucking hard on one more spot before pulling himself off of you. Murphy pulls your shirt off of you, and the two boys do the same.

Bellamy unbuttons your pants and before he has them off, Murphy shoves his hand down them, his fingers tracing your clit. His other hand is finds your breast, grabbing it roughly and you moan at all of the stimulation, throwing your head back against his chest as he circles your clit. Both boys chuckle, and then his hands are gone and you whine at the loss.

“Let’s take this to the bed, shall we?” Bellamy pushes you toward the bed in a corner of the room that you were sure hadn’t been there when you had arrived. You sit down on it and the boys undress eachother, their lips connecting. You take off your socks and shoes, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching your crushes make out. Both of them in notheing but their boxers.

Murphy tries to pin Bellamy to a wall, but Bellamy just flips them. Bellamy grinds onto Murphy, and they both moan. Murphy pushes at the others boxers, wanting them off. Bellamy gets the idea and starts to take them off. “Yours too. Both of you.” You hesitate, but do as you’re told, almost whining at not being able to see him, all of him. When you get them off, you look up. They were both big.“Take your bra off too.” You rush to take the material off, before going to cover yourself up, your arms crossed and your legs pressed together tightly.

“Don’t do that. We want to see you.” Murphy walks over, pushing your arms away as his leg comes between yours, pushing them apart.

“Lay down on the bed. You too, Murphy.” Bellamy orders, making you get even more wet, your core dripping.

“Well someone likes to be in charge.” Murphy looks up at Bellamy as the two of you do what was asked, well, ordered. Bellamy just smiles, walking closer.

“Didn’t think you would be, did you Murphy? Hate to break it to you, but I’m in charge. So stop talking, and do what I tell you to do.” You almost whimper as your heat aches at his words. You imagine him telling you what to do, giving him complete control.

“Or what?”

Bellamy’s hand collides with Murphy’s ass and he jolts above you, moaning, and his leg brushes your clit. You moan. “P-Please.” You whine, wanting someone to touch you already. You love the foreplay, but you’ve been wet since Bellamy had you up against that wall. Murphy looks down at you, then his fingers are on your clit, rubbing hard and fast, and moans practically pour out of you.

“Stop.” Bellamy commands. Murphy doesn’t though, a smirk on his face as he slips two fingers in you, curling them and managing to hit your g-spot on the first try.

“That feel good, princess?” He drawls, “You’re so wet.” You moan again. “Oh, I know what’s got you so hot, that’s your spot, isn’t it?” He strokes at it cruelly. Bellamy spanks him again.

“I said, ‘stop’. Listen to me, or I’ll have to take you over my knee.” Murphy moans loud at that, his fingers stopping, but not leaving you. Bellamy looks Murphy in the eyes. He relents and pulls them out and you whimper, squirming. You were so close.
“Y/N, on your hands and knees. Murphy get in front of her.” You get into the position he told you to get into, knowing what was going to happen. Bellamy gets on the bed behind you and Murphy gets off the bed and in front of you.

Two fingers are pushed into you, thrusting at a fast pace and you almost scream. Then you take Murphy’s hard cock into your mouth, going all the way down in one go and he groans loudly. Bellamy’s adds another finger. After a bit his cock is pushing in you and you moan around Murphy.

All any of you can hear are moans. “Fuck, Bellamy, you gotta try her mouth. So good, Y/N. Just like that. Fuck. Just like that.” You lick faster and suck harder in response. He moans again. “I-I-I’m go-gonna c-cum!” He shoots down your throat and you swallow, sucking hard and he whines at oversensitivity before you pull away. Bellamy picks up speed, finding an impossible speed and going in deep. You bit your lip, muffling your moan. He pulls out.

“Get on your back, wanna see you.” You turn over and Bellamy pushes into you hard again, going back to his fast pace. Murphy’s hands go to your nipples, pinching and twisting. You cum hard after that and Bellamy quickly follows with a low groan as his load fills you. They pull away from you and you sit up, breathing heavily as you sit up against the wall.

“That was fun.” You say with a smile and the boys join you, smiling and sitting on either side of you.

Then Murphy gets an idea. He moves over, putting his head between your legs. “What are you doing?” You go to sit up, but Bellamy wraps his arms around you pulling you back, pushing your face into his strong chest.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” You gasp when you feel Murphy’s tongue running up and down your slit. His tongue circles your clit, but avoids it, and you feel him smile at your whine. He puts his fingers in you again and you scream into Bellamy’s chest. Hands are on your nipples. You moan. Bellamy’s lips find your neck, leaving marks where Murphy didn’t and kissing over all of them.

“So beautiful.” Bellamy says before kissing you. Murphy’s lips wrap around your clit and you scream again. His tongue licks at you harshly and his fingers speed up as he adds another one. You moan into the kiss, and reach for Bellamy’s cock, wrapping your hand around it and stoking fast. He moans and you pull away, pushing him a little bit from you and putting your mouth on his hard length. You suck on his lip for a bit, tongue lapping at his slit. “Don’t tease me.” You don’t go down though, you just pull your mouth away and lick him up and down before taking the tip back in your mouth. His hand smacks your thigh and you jump, causing Murphy’s teeth to brush your clit and you cum. You feel Murphy smirk, but he doesn’t stop. You try to push him off, but he just latches on and looks up at you.

“S-stop. T-too s-sensitive.” He doesn’t listen, he pulls his fingers out though, and your sigh in relief as his mouth leaves your clit. Then his tongue is in you, licking your walls and you scream around Bellamy. You take his cock all the way in your mouth, the tip hitting the back of your throat. Murphy puts his fingers in you and his mouth goes back to your clit, sucking even harder than before and adding another finger.

“You, were right, Murph. Her mouth is great.” Bellamy moans. “Y/N, I-I’m close.” You moan around him and he cums. You swallow around him and pull off.

Murphy pulls off of your clit and sits up. “I think I wanna fuck you. You want that doll?” His fingers stay in you and find your g-spot as he asks that. They rub at it as you try to answer and he grins evilly. “Gonna need an answer, doll.” He rubs harder. You try to answer again but nothing comes out of your mouth other than a scream as Bellamy’s thumb finds your clit.

“Answer him, Y/N.” Bellamy looks down at you.

“P-please?” You look at Murphy. His fingers curl harder and rub even faster.

“Please, what?” Bellamy asks, kissing your neck again, leaving yet another mark.

“P-please f-fuck me!” You scream as you cum again. Murphy’s fingers leave you, but his cock finds your entrance and he pushes into you, not giving you any time before he starts pumping in and out of you. You moan again, through the sensitivity is a blinding hot pleasure. Bellamy’s grins into your neck and Murphy’s fingers are on your clit. It isn’t long before you both cum. The three of you lay there in eachother’s arms. “So, are we all dating eachother now?”

“Yep.” Murphy kisses your cheek. Bellamy just grins and puts his fingers on your clit.

“Wha-what are you doing?” You ask tiredly, trying to get your hand off. It doesn’t move. He starts to rub tight circles on your clit and you whimper.

“He made you cum twice. You only came once for me.“

“It’s true. I did. That’s not fair to Bellamy, doll. Two boyfriends means sharing. Everything.” Murphy nods and they share a smirk while you whine.


[Shoutout to @dxsturbxa, thanks for all the feedback and help!]

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JOHN MURPHY IMAGINE #2: TENT BUDDIES.
(Lightly expanded from another fic I had read.)

You were just leaving the medical tent as the sun was starting to set when you were approached by Clark, her lap dog Bellamy following close behind. You always had gotten along with Clarke, you worked with her in the medical wing of the arch before you had been arrested for stealing medicine.
“(Y/N),"she started,"hey we need to ask you something,”
“What’s that?"you asked her smiling.
"We need to start saving supplies if we’re gonna move anywhere outside the camp,"she started nervously.
"We need your tent,"Bellamy finished for her.
You didn’t really have a problem with it, just as long as you wouldn’t be left to sleep on the forest floor or in the sick air of the dropship.
"Where should I sleep then?"you asked already mentally planning the most convent way to pack up all your stuff.
Clarke shifted,"well we’re all gonna have to double up. And there’s still a spot left for you…”
“Okay, who’s tent am I in?"you asked just as an arm moved around your shoulder.
You recognized the black, leather sleeve from Murphy’s patched up leather jacket.
You shook your head slapping his hand off you,"no. Absolutely not,”
“Oh come on!"Bellamy scoffed.
"No, I’m not sharing with Murphy. No way,"you protested as his hand moved over your shoulder.
"Ah! You’re gonna break my heart,"murphy smirked.
"I’ll break a lot more if you don’t shut up,"you scowl slapping his hand away again as he backed off.
"Murphy, beat it."Bellamy scoffed
"Ill see you later then (y/n),"murphy winked walking off.
"Really?,"you stared at them wide-eyed,"you want me to sleep in the same tent as him?!”
Bellamy put his hand on your arm,“Come on, please? It’ll be just like back when he was hurt and you took care of him,"he explained.
"But then he needed help. Now he doesn’t need it and I just don’t feel super comfortable sharing a bed with him,"you crossed your arms.
Clarke stepped forward replacing Bellamy’s hand with hers,"please (y/n) we really need the extra supplies,”
You looked at murphy then back at Bellamy and Clarke, You felt your defense breaking down and sighed,“fine! I’ll do it!”
The sun was just starting to set as you finished packing up your things to move to the other side of camp. You hesitated at the front of Murphy’s tent. You could hear him inside,
Humming. Praying maybe? He didn’t really seem like the religious type. Finally you unzipped the opening and set your bag inside.
“I thought I heard someone out there,"murphy turned his far to the side to face you.
"Hey,"you greeted him awkwardly sitting down,"one bed huh?”
“Yep, just the one,"he cracked a little smile,"I don’t bite. A little handsy but I don’t bite,”
You rolled your eyes holding in your laugh as you turned and unzipped you bag looking for a sleep shirt. Out of the corner of your eye you watched as murphy started pulling his shirt off. You found yourself staring at his toned back. Little scars scattered the surface of his back like a painting. His pale skin looked so pained as his hands moved over the bruised and scarred skin of his torso.
“It’s not polite to stare,"you hadn’t even notice you were starring.
"Sorry…"you turned away digging through your bag. You searched desperately for something warm to sleep in, you thin black t shirt wouldn’t cut it,"shit”
“What?"Murphy asked turning to face you.
You looked at his toned, pale chest,"um..I can’t find my sleep shirt,”
He brought out a black long sleeve shirt and tossed it to you,“wear that,”
“T-thank you,"you nodded to him before turning back around and starting to remove your shirt.
When you were left in just your black bra you pulled down your pony tail letting your hair fall to your shoulders. A finger moved down to the side of your spine, over a scar you had back there.
"How did you get that?"Murphy asked you, moving his hand over it again.
Your skin was hyper sensitive as you felt his hand on your skin. His hands were surprisingly warm and rough but gentle.
"I fell off the bed when I was little cut my back on an exposed bed frame. Took four stitches to fix it,"you explained still mesmerized by the feeling of his hand on you.
His hand moved back up your spine to your neck so he could trace his fingers over three scratches on your neck and collarbone,"and these?”
“You’re not the only one here whose had their time with the grounders,"you instructive u cocked your head to the side so your hair felt the other way, letting his see it better.
You weren’t prepare for what you felt next, his lips. Soft, warm, smooth pressing against the disfigured skin. Murphy’s other hand moved around your waist pulling you closer to him. His bare chest rubbed against your back.
"what are you doing?"you mumbled turning to meet his eyes.
"You’re the only person whose kind to me, I’m just Returning the kindness,"he looked into your eyes before leaning in slowly to kiss you.
You hesitate before kissing him back. John murphy. Criminal jackass john Murphy was kissing you, softly, tenderly. Moving his hands over your body in the slightest of ways.
You pulled off slightly,"Murphy…”
“Don’t talk,"he kissed you again.
"No, murphy stop,"you pulled off.
He stopped his hands and his lips,"I-I..I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” he ran a hand through his hair.
“No, That’s not what I’m saying,"you put your hand on his shoulder,"I just…where did this come from? You’ve never shown any attraction to me until right now,”
He looked down,“remember back when I was still sick? And I was having those night terrors? Every time I would wake up you were always right there ready to calm me down. You’re the only person I know who can calm me down as easily as you do. Frankly you make me want to be a better person and down here I don’t know how many chances a guy like me is gonna get with a girl like you.”
You were taken back, you could also tell that he had never said anything like this to anyone. He wasn’t a sentimental guy, you knew that. And yet you remembered the week you took care of him and how different he is when he’s alone. Sweeter, softer, less guarded. You had also been physically attracted to him, he was handsome you knew that. But after that you had formed an emotional attraction, a real one that you were unfamiliar with.
“Please say something…"he asked you fiddling with his hands.
"Murphy,"you put your hand on his cheek and kissing his softly.
You felt his hesitation as he kisses you back moving his hands back over your hips. You moved over his so he was laying on his back.
His hands over you back felt amazing as he reached to unclasp your bra your lips migrated to his jaw as your eyes me with his. You hesitated before kissing his neck. Since the hanging incident he didn’t like anything to touch his neck, even when you had to clean the scar tissue forming there.
"Can I?"you asked him just the feeling of your breath was enough for him to tense up. He swallowed and locked his lips before nodding.
You kissed it lightly feeling the thin scar from the wire noose against your lips. Murphy flinches at the gentle feeling against such a mistreated part of him. Eventually he adjusted to the unusually gentle touches and relaxed.
"See…it’s not so bad,"you mumbled against his skin leaving little open mouthed kisses.
He moaned softly in agreement before moving your chin up to kiss you again. His tongue slipped between your lips. He was good, you couldn’t help but wonder what an expert tongue like that could do. You felt him hard against your thigh that had rested between his legs. You teased him a bit moving your thigh against the front of his pants.
"Don’t tease,"you moaned in your ear squeezing at your back.
"But it’s just so fun,"your breath fluttered against his ear.
He grabbed your lower back flipping you into your back leaning in close,"I said. Don’t tease.”
His blue eyes were dark as they looked deep into yours. Your hands gripped at his arms as he leaned in to kiss your neck. Desperate, biting kisses marked all over your skin causing hickies you knew would show tomorrow. He took one of your breasts in his hand making you moan. Your back arches instinctively up to his chest and his kisses your collarbone moving further down your stomach. He loops his thumbs in the waistband of your underwear pulling it off.
“Baby are you ready?"he cleared with you.
It felt strange to here such sweet words coming out of his mouth but you wanted him, all of him. You nodded pawing at his boxers as he took them off, his cock slapping against his lower stomach.
"See what you do to me?"he smirked at you surprised face.
"You’re…really big…"you stared at him seeing him blush a bit before he kissed you again.
His lips were swollen from the rough, needy kisses as he moved you back to your back and thrust into you, hesitating so you could adjust to his size. You weren’t a virgin but he was much bigger than you had expected. You gasp at his thrust into you again gripping his hair.
"F-fuck…"you moaned leaning your head back against his pillow.
He moved his hips faster burying his face in your neck as he moved faster. Murphy let out small guttural moans moving his hands over you bare back.
"So beautiful,"he smiled against your throat.
You leaned his face up licking the skin of his neck, effectively making him shiver. You couldn’t help but shout as he hits that perfect spot inside you. He frantically moved his hand over your mouth.
"We’ll get caught,"he muttered.
You just whimpered as he hit that spot again and again. Finally you couldn’t hold it in anymore and you came hard pulling at his dark hair. The loud moan you let out was enough to make him cum as well.
With a few more weak thrust he let you moved back to your back as he pulled out. Murphy laid next to you panting, the dim orange light from the lantern casting shadows on his pale, toned chest.
He opened his arm to you,"come here,”
You curled up to his side resting your head on his chest. Your fingered moved over his chest lighting and absentmindedly as he played with your hair.
“If we’re gonna keep this up you’re gonna have to learn how to keep it quiet,"he chuckled.
"I don’t mind people knowing I’m the one boning the big bad wolf,” you laughed.
“Big bad wolf huh?"he repeated,"I’ve been called worse,”
Murphy looked down at you before kissing your head,“you’re something else, (y/n) know that?”
“I’ve been called worse,"you shrugged kissing his chest.
"Would you…?” He asked
“Would i what?"you rested your head on your hand to be eye level with him.
"Want to keep doing this? Us? Together?"he blushed.
You rolled your eyes chuckling,"I guess you wouldn’t be the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Come on..I’m being serious,"he rubbed your back.
You kissed his lips softly,"I’m in if you are,”
“I’m in,"he smiled kissing you again.
"Looks like sharing a tent won’t be so hard after all?"you kissed his cheek laying back on his chest.

Love-Hate || MURPHY x READER - Modern!AU, NSFW

Heeeeey guys! So here I am again, trying to post more frequently… :) This one became an alternative, modern-day, university universe, though the last bit is not that important. It is to be noted, however, that this one is a smut, meaning +18 content, although… Well, you know me. I’m not that graphic, I guess.

Based on these requests:

Anonymous said:
“[text]: You thought you could get away with that, didn’t you?” Prompt with Murphy please?

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Anonymous asked: 94 John Murphy

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Anonymous said:
“I could kiss you right now” with Murphy whenever you have the time would be great

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Anonymous said:
“We can’t keep doing this.” And “Eat me” fro John Murphy I’ve been obsessed with him Recently

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Anonymous said:
“It’s not a double date, we are just third and fourth wheeling” is awesome, with Murphy please?

Yeah, I may have included a lot of requests in this one, but they worked together so well…

Word count: almost 3,800
Warnings: sexual themes, bad language

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Jasper and Maya were the cutest thing ever.

Like, literally. Their photos would be sent to a baby seal by a baby doggy, squeaking over their cuteness. Both of them were sweet to the bone, getting all flushed and giggly and awkward around each other. Personally, I wasn’t very fond of relationships, not a ‘shipper’ as some would say but even I thought that Maya’s honeyed caring completed Jasper’s funny goofiness heavenly.

The only problem was – neither of them dared to make the first step, and they were driving us mad. I’ve known Jasper since Elementary, he was my best friend, and now as we were at university, we were renting an apartment together, which meant I was bombarded with his rambling about how pretty and smart and cute and fantastic Maya was, and how utterly frightened Jasper felt about asking her out on a date.

“If you’re so afraid, then cover it up with something,” I sighed one night, getting more and more annoyed. I loved Jasper, I really did, but I was trying to do something on my laptop and he just wouldn’t stop talking.

“What do you mean?” he looked up from biting his nails anxiously, his thumb still in his mouth.

“Dunno. If you’re afraid of her saying no…”

“No, I’m afraid she’ll say yes!”

“…Huh?”

“I mean… What if I’ll go out with her to a restaurant or something, and I’ll get nervous and do something really awkward and mess it all up?”

“Then ask someone to go with you as well. You know, if there are more people, it’ll seem like a friendly gathering, and maybe you won’t screw up, either.”

So this is how I ended up in front of the cinema, out there, shivering in the cold, and giving my death-glare to Jonathan Murphy. The bastard smirked at me and took his cigarette into his mouth.

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