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Make A Move | Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader
Summary: Murphy had liked you for years. However, he was always scared to make a move, too afraid that heâd damage his friendship with you if he made a move. Thankfully, a small push from his brother made him brave his fear, making for an unforgettable moment for the man.
Genre: Fluff.
Warnings: Swearing.
Word count: 2.1k.
A/N: This was meant to be a drabble. I didnât intend for it to be this long. However, my muse took this idea and bolted with it, and I let her do it because it rarely happens anymore. My first story in a while thatâs longer than 500 words, and Iâm proud of myself for it. Letâs hope the muse stays for a while so I can power through some requests. Anyways, happy Murphy Monday, my loves!
âIf ya stare at âer any harder, youâre gonna burn a hole straight through her skull.â
Murphy jumped at the sudden, unexpected sound of his brotherâs voice close to his ear. Some of his beer spilled out of his glass, trickling down his shirt and onto his jeans, making Murphy glare daggers at his cackling brother. âItâs not funny.â
âOh, but it is!â Connor laughed and shook his head, slapping his knee just for the dramaticsâand to piss his brother off even more, because he found it rather amusing. âYouâre so lovestruck, starinâ at her, you havenât even heard a single word Iâve said these last fifteen minutes.â
âOf course Iâve been listening,â Murphy tried to defend himself while placing his beer glass on the barâs counter, trying to dry the wetness on his shirt.
Connor snorted in amusement. âYeah? Then what was I busy sayinâ?â
Fuck. âSomethinâ âbout...â Murphy trailed off, trying to hone in on his âtwin powerâ to see if he could read Connorâs mind.
âAbout Y/N...â Connor began, waiting to see if Murphy would catch on to his ruse. However, much to Connorâs great amusement, he didnât catch on at all. This is going to be great, Connor mused silently.
âYeah, about Y/N! âBout how she...â
âShe looks...â
âYeah, she looks...â
âReal cute in that dress.â
âReal cute in that dress!â Murphy finished as if knowing exactly what Connor had been talking about. However, Murphy quickly realized that Connor had set him up, and he punched his brotherâs shoulder in a weak attempt at retaliation. âYouâre a real dick, yâknow that?â he grumbled in annoyance.
Connor doubled over with laughter, nearly spilling his own beer. âYouâre just so gullible sometimes, brother.â
âI hate you,â Murphy retorted, picking up his beer and taking a big swig from it. âYouâre a pain in the ass.â
âMurph, you canât say that about your brother.â
The sound of your beautiful, angelic voice reached Murphyâs ears, and he almost spilled his beer again due to being startledâagain. He looked up and locked eyes with you, his cheeks flushing at the radiant smile you sent his way as you wiped the countertop in front of him.
âAye, tell him, las,â Connor laughed, wrapping an arm around Murphyâs shoulder and lightly shaking him. âTell him heâs beinâ mean to his dear brother. Tell him he needs to quit or otherwise heâs gonna hurt his brotherâs feelings.â
You rolled your eyes at Connorâs words, a small, light laugh escaping you. âYeah, what he said,â you âagreedâ, placing the rag down behind the counter and leaning on top the wooden surface. âCan I get you boys anything else?â
âNah, Iâm alright. Pretty sure Rocco already ordered me somethinâ. Iâm about to wipe the floor with him once I beat him at that.â Connor motioned over to the pool table. He took the final swig of his beer, placed the glass down on the countertop and sent you one final smile, before looking back at Murphy with a look that the other twin knew clearly meant âthis is your chance. Donât fuck it up.â With that, Connor walked away, leaving Murphy alone with you.
Murphy shook his head and toyed with the rim of his beer glass. It was no secret to anyoneâexcept youâthat the MacManus brother seated at the bar was head over heels for you. However, as flirtatious a man as Murphy was, this was different. You were different. You werenât just some random lady he wanted to charm to get her number or something along those lines. He had known you for three years at that point in time. You had become one of the most important people in his life, and he greatly valued your friendship. If he were to ask you out and you happened to say no, would your friendship be irrevocably damaged? Would you cast him out of your life? Would he ever be permitted to even breathe the same air as you?
âYouâre thinking really hard, Murph. Penny for your thoughts?â
Your voice reached Murphyâs ears, and he wished that you would never stop talking. He could listen to you ramble on forever. Your voice was so addictive to listen to. However, he quickly snapped himself out of his thoughts, reminding himself that you had asked him a question. âIâm alright, las. Just thinking.â
âYeah, thatâs what I said,â you giggled, unknowingly making Murphyâs heart leap at the beautiful sound. âWhat are you thinking about?â
Murphy shrugged and looked down. âNothinâ.â
âYou know, people canât usually think of nothing, because the human brain, according to what I know, is incapable of comprehending nothing. When you think of nothing, you see black, a void, right? Therefore you arenât technically thinking of nothing, because a void is still something.â You let out a small laugh at the confused frown that spread across Murphyâs face. âSorry. I just had to. Itâs my favourite response for when people say theyâre thinking of nothing. It confuses the hell out of people.â
Murphy chuckled and leaned his forearms on the counter. âIs that true? That whole thing you just said?â
You shrugged nonchalantly. âI donât know. Iâm not a scientist,â you replied with a small smile.
Murphy chuckled again. âCouldâve fooled me. That sounds like something straight out of those science articles in the magazines.â
âWhy, thank you. I am pleased to know that I am able to sound intelligent enough in the presence of true intelligence,â you stated in an over exaggerated posh voice.
Murphy frowned at that. âMe? Intelligent? Whereâd ya get that from, las?â
You raised your eyebrows at that. âYouâre kidding,â you laughed in a disbelieving tone. âYou speak, like, two thousand languages fluently. How the hellâs that not intelligent?â
Murphy shrugged nonchalantly. âIt isnât that hard. You just gotta keep practicinâ âem consistently. It also helps that Iâve been exposed to those languages from an early age. Anyone could do it, though. Even you.â
âYeah? Literally all I can say in another language is âbon appetiteâ, and the only reason I know what that means is because I took one semester of French back in high school.â
âThatâs still impressive, though.â
You scoffed and shook your head with a smile. âNo need to try and make me feel better about myself, Murph. Iâm not trying to seek pity. Iâm sure thereâs something I can do that you canât.â
Murphy smiled and nodded. âYeah, thereâs probably plenty of things youâre better at than me. Hell, I can think of one right now.â Murphy leaned back and stretched, his shirt riding up slightly to expose the skin beneath the fabric, and the man missed the way your eyes trailed over it, and the way you quickly averted your gaze when you realized what you had been doing. âYou crochet, right? Iâve tried that before. All I managed to do was somehow poke myself in the eye.â
You giggled at that. âOne point for me, I guess, and a hundred points for you, still.â Before Murphy could protest and reassure you that you were indeed talented and that you could do things he couldnât, you moved on. âBut enough about that. What were you and Connor talking about before I came over? I heard my name being mentioned.â
Murphyâs eyes widened at your question. What the hell was he supposed to say? Should he tell the truth? Should he lie? Should he make up an excuse and hightail it out of there? However, Connorâs look from before, the âdonât fuck it upâ look, appeared in Murphyâs mind, and he sighed. There was no time like the present, he supposed. Might as well test the waters and see where he stood with you.
âConnor was teasinâ me, las, âcause I was busy starinâ at ya,â he admitted quietly, his cerulean eyes staring into yours, anxiously awaiting your reaction.
To say you were shock would be the understatement of the century. Your eyes widened at his admission, your heart beginning to pound out of your chest. However, you tried to school your expression to a more neutral one, attempting to hide your nervesâand excitement. âYou were staring at me?â When Murphy nodded, you inhaled once, scraping together the confidence for what you were about to say. âYou like what you saw?â
Be cool, be cool, Murphy thought to himself, trying not to expose how nervous he actually was. âOh, I love what I see.â
See. He had used the present tense. It couldâve meant nothing, but you clung to the hope that it meant something. You locked eyes with him, a small, flirtatiousâwell, you hoped it was flirtatiousâsmile spreading across your face. âYeah?â
âAye,â Murphy nodded. You werenât repulsed by his âadvancesâ. He took that as a good sign. âI always love what I see when it comes to you, las. Youâre a beautiful lady. I could stare at ya for hours.â You giggled shyly and ducked your head, making Murphy smile affectionately. âAnd thatâs the truth. You know I hate lyinâ.â
Your heart was pounding against your ribcage. With each compliment he gave you, your confidence grew immensely. âYouâre not too harsh on the eyes either, Murph,â you replied jokingly. That was an understatement. He was damn pleasing to look at. You could stare at him for hours.
Murphy chuckled at that. âThatâs good to know, otherwise this wouldâve been embarrassinâ, me makinâ a move on a beautiful lady while lookinâ like a dried out pickle.â
Your heart both simultaneously sped up and stopped. Making a move. So it wasnât just playful, flirtatious banter? You were immensely pleased to hear that. âYouâre making a move on me?â
Murphy readapted his earlier shy demeanour. âUm, no. I donâtââ He cut himself off by taking a deep breath, before exhaling and continuing. He was already in too deep. There was no backing out now. âI mean, yeah. I am. I jusâ... Iâve been wantinâ to ask you out for a while now, but I was too afraid. Iâm sorry if thatâs weird or anythinâ, las. I didnât mean to make ya uncomfortable. I can leave if yaââ
Murphy never got to finish his sentence. He was effectively shut up from his nervous rambling by your hands grabbing the lapels of his jacket, tugging him up from his seat to lean over the counter, your lips crashing against his for a kiss. This first kiss exchanged between the two of you wasnât like the ones heâd seen in those cheesy romance movies Connor would sometimes force him to watch. It was sloppy and messy, yet tender and gentle, too. It was perfect.
Whoops and cheers filled the air around you, making you and Murphy pull apart. The two of you looked towards the pool table where everyone had gathered to watch Rocco and Connor compete, and saw that everyoneâs attention rested on the two of you, and you quickly became aware that everyone had witnessed the kiss happen. The cheers and clapping proceeded, making Murphy duck his head as his cheeks became ablaze in embarrassment. You simply waved the men at the pool table off, rolling your eyes at them to mask the embarrassment you felt as well.
Game forgotten, Connor made his way over to the two of you and wrapped his arm around Murphyâs shoulder, lightly shaking him a few times, a huge, satisfied grin on his face. âAtta boy, Murph! I knew ya could do it.â His blue eyes trailed over to you, his grin now directed towards you. âProud of you, too, las. Iâve known âbout your little crush on olâ Murphy here for a while now.â
Rocco, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, hoisted himself up onto the counter and sent you a teasing smirk. âIâm surprised either of âem made a move. Thought we were gonna be stuck in an endless loop of lovestruck staring.â
As Connor and Rocco continued on with their teasing, your eyes drifted over to meet Murphyâs. He sent you a small, shy smile, his cheeks tinted with a crimson colour. You sent him a smile back, your heart fluttering in your chest. Let Connor and Rocco tease you for all you care. Your moment with Murphy was perfect, and it was an amazing turning point in your relationship with the MacManus brother.
Now all you had to do was wait for another minute alone, and then youâd definitely repeat your actions, albeit this time, away from prying eyes.
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Here you will find the full list of my works for Daryl Dixon and other characters portrayed by Norman Reedus. [Main masterlist]
Requests are OPEN
âŹïž Masterlist under the cut! âŹïž [My Ao3]
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indicates smut, 18+ content.
Series
Paintings & Picture frames [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7]
No apocalypse AU. Daryl and reader are studying at the same college and are assigned orientation project parters. [ONGOING, HIATUS]
Wings [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6]
Judith plays matchmaker by stealing your jacket and making it match Darylâs
Oneshots
Records of forgotten times
Digging through old music brings back sad memories, but also happy talks of the future.
Sinful â
Father Daryl enjoys some private moments with the not-really nun.
Ruppel
You're chilling on the couch watching your favorite show. Daryl joins you because he wants to learn about your interests.
Shielded (Fantasy AU)
Everyone openly shows and uses their powers, except for Daryl. Until you get hurt.
Bad ideas â
During a laundry round while home alone you find some ..'used' items of Daryl's to fuck yourself with and now have to work through the concequences.
Girlfriend [Pt.1] [Pt.2]
Daryl is in a sucky relationship but doesn't see it at first. Reader helps him see and later shows him how a good partnership works.
Hunters Ink
One tattoo leads to many more when you fall head over heels with the artist.
Creep (modern AU)
Finding an apartment in this new town was easy, but now you needed a job.
Daisy chains
Daryl gets separated after the prison attack. He comes across a home for him and his kid to hole up in. Your home.
Beef
Requested : "Could you do a Daryl x reader where at first he doesnât like her, and she tries to get to know why hes so mean to her? Maybe he yells at her and then some comfort after?"
Rough times
Requested: Hi! Would you be willing to maybe do a one shot with Daryl x reader in a pre established relationship but the reader is pregnant with a child that doesn't belong to him and she isn't proud of? (non-con if you're comfortable with that) Some angst about the reader being worried he won't love her once he finds out đ
The fun has just begun
Two men snatch you away for some fun. Before they even get anywhere you and Daryl have turned the tables and have some fun of your own. CW: Torture
Forest Guardian [pt.1] [pt.2]
You plan a week long vacation to a luxury cabin. Luxury is nowhere near what you find.
Not your usual undead Vamp!AU
Which undead do you choose? The ones outside, or the one in front of you?
Breakfast â
Vamp!AU
Locked in a bathroom stall with a hungry vampire was not how you planned to spent your time hiding from a herd.
Drabbles
Period cramp relief
Photographer Daryl
Different kinds of sex w/ Daryl
You needed Daryl for something
"Hey buddy, what are you doing here?"
"Carol gave me some cookies to share!"
Rick and Daryl go out on a run
Old man Daryl
Showing Daryl how beautiful he is â
Worshipping Daryl's worn body
Daryl read you like a book â
Vamp!AU
đșWere!Daryl đŠWere!Reader
đșSeriesđș
Shared interests [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] â
Grimes!reader. Your father shares information about the man he considers his brother in support of your interests. Those interests take a different turn than he expected..
đșMultichaptersđș
đșMonsters among us [Pt.1] [Pt.2]
Your water breaks in the middle of nowhere but you find the prison in time for them to help you. There you meet the man of your nightmares. CW: childbirth
đșđŠFeral for you [Pt.1] [Pt.2â
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Request. Daryl develops a crush on a soft and sweet lady, afraid to ask you out and ruin your sweetness, only to learn later on your have a feral side as well,
đșOneshotsđș
đș His girls (xOFCs)
Alexandria's new residents find a dog. And his very handsome owner.
đș Full moon meetings
You get stuck in the woods, surrounded by walkers and are saved by ..something.
đș Night shifts
During a night shift with Rick he sends you to investigate movement in the woods, knowing it would end with two of his group members coming home together.
đș Dog person â
Youâre Dogâs new favorite human and Daryl gets jealous. Lucky for him youâre also good with his dog-side.
đș Creature Feature â
After overhearing your spilled dirty little secret of old world fantasies, Daryl suddenly feels like he does have a chance to get you into bed with him.
đș Unexpected
This can be read as a continuation of Dog Person. Reader is pregnant with Darylâs pups and has to hide it from the community until they can leave for Darylâs cabin. CW: childbirth
đș Roses for the ones left behind
Daryl gets taken and leaves a pregnant reader, not knowing her child and partner arenât human. CW: childbirth
đș New comforts â
alt. ending â
No one needed to know that sex between the two of you was for human Daryl only. Alt.: Rick now knows.
đș Witch hunt
Thanks to an emotional slip-up you almost risk your home in Alexandria.
đș Arrows & Rags
You help a wounded creature who leads you back to its den, where you find the one person you thought you had lost in the walker attack.
đș Why didn't you tell me?
You follow Daryl into the woods on the one night he asked you to stay away.
đșđŠ The softer the skin, the sharper the teeth
Request. WereDaryl and Glen find a she wolf (in human form) out and talk to her about coming to the prison. She and Daryl are mates
đș Shame
Your most private moments are shared with the intent to drive you away. And it amost worked.
đș Not a monster
Request. Beauty and the Beast inspired fic. Set during Alexandria times.
đș Domesticated
Request. Cuddling in bed, like mundane little moments in their relationship
đș Bath time
Daryl's distaste for showers rubbed off on his children.
đș Forbidden â
Strickt parents and werewolves don't mix, so you run.
đșđŠ Found
Daryl finds a young girl and takes her home. He adopts her and learns she's a wolf too.
đș Savior â
You show a little too much interest in Negan's new prisoner so he uses you as a test subject. CW: Non-con, forced impreg
đș King of the cage
In the apocalypse, entertainment is hard to come by. Until you hear of underground groups fighting with anything nonhuman.. CW: Descriptive violence and murder.
đșKing and his Queen â
[KING series pt.2] After Daryl's match he gets treated like royalty by his loving partner.
đș Instincts [Pt.1] [Pt.2]
Daryl finds a woman with her newborn pup, taking them into the group. Slowly their bond grows stronger.
đș Rules of Nature
Daryl gets hurt on a simple hunting trip and reader patches him up.
đș Get rid of it
You and Daryl never fought, until you did. Daryl relives old traumas while you stay at Hilltop.
đŠ The bridge home
Daryl has to introduce his exraordinary girlfriend by accident. (teeny bit of smut at the start)
đș Monster outside the walls
A warning about a monster outside of the Alexandrian walls takes a weird turn as new residents turn out to be trouble.
đș Demons are a girl's best friend â
You hide from the rain in a church, not knowing a very interesting beast already claimed the place as his home.
đșDrabblesđș
đŠ Daryl was out on a hunt > Daryl liked being around her > Daryl has never been so proud
đș Daryl hated full moon these days.
đș You, Carol and Daryl go out on a run.
đș "Man, 's colder than a witch's tit."
đș You and Daryl had a great life.
đș Daryl came home early today.
đș Daryl saves you
đș You were all sitting around the bonfire
đș Daryl came home from a run. (xOFCs)
đș Cramps
The adventures of Daryl the werewolf and his witch girlfriend.
Inked Sigils. â
Fate brought you together. Spells finally brought you family
Bored â
You tagged along with your boyfriend who âjust needed a minuteâ, but you were so bored..
Momma's boy â
You find your boyfriend all alone and desperate in your apartment, so you help him out. Again.
Help wanted â
Request "Fuck me if Iâm wrong but scud just being pounced on by a desperate werewolf girl in heat would kinda be hot"
Warm & fuzzy
You just love him. It doesnât matter what the others think
Much fun indeed â
A summary of what being with the biker has thought you over time.
A biker's true loves â
Request: can you do a story with funny sonny before his teeth got all messed up, younger and with female reader. super smutty. then maybe time jump and they are still together even after his looks have changed?
Coming soon??
Double Stuffed â
Daryl/Scud/reader
It's your birthday so you get to have twice the fun!
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This man is justâŠ.hhhhhnnnggg. Iâm excited to be writing him even if this story is gonna take a while.
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yes i'm sharing more of AI daryl/norman bc we all need this!!
and no i wont ever stop tying him up bc ummm why the hell not??? ik im horny im sorry but i mean, can you blame me?? ughhhhh he's just too hot for his own good. i can't decide if i want him on top or under me đ«đ«đ«đ« maybe there will be a day when i stop simping for daryl but it wont be today so i might as well just embrace my horniness
once again, these pics are ALL made with an ai image generator and they are NOT real!!
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murphy x reader one shot
crying screaming over murphy calling you an angel brb
warnings: smut :)
word count: 1.8k
The late morning sun filters through the blinds, casting soft shadows across Murphyâs small, cluttered apartment. The smell of coffee fills the air, warm and grounding, mixing with the faint scent of smoke as he leans against the doorframe, watching you. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a curl of smoke as he lets his gaze linger on you, a hint of a smile playing at his lips.
Youâre at the counter, barefoot and clothed in only his shirt that barely covers the cheeky lines at the juncture of your thighs, your hair still a little messy from sleep. Thereâs something peaceful about the scene, the simple routine of pouring coffee into chipped mugs, as if the world beyond these walls doesnât exist for a moment.
âYouâre somethinâ else, angel,â Murphy murmurs, his voice low and warm, breaking the quiet. The way he says itâlike he canât quite believe youâre really hereâsends a flutter through you.
You glance over your shoulder, catching the softness in his expression, the way heâs looking at you like he doesnât want to look anywhere else. âItâs just coffee,â you say, smiling as you hand him a mug.
He takes it from you, setting his cigarette aside before reaching out to pull you close. âNah,â he whispers, his fingers brushing along your jaw, his thumb grazing your cheek. âItâs you, beinâ here, love⊠feels like I donât even need to die to get to heaven.â
Your breath catches, his words wrapping around you, and he leans in, eyes holding yours for a lingering beat before he closes the last bit of space between you, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is gentle at first, warm and unhurried, as if heâs savoring the moment, letting it sink in.
You hear him set down his coffee mug and his other hand slips around your waist, pulling you closer as the kiss deepens, his mouth fresh with the taste of coffee and cigarettes. You blindly set yours down on the counter beside him, both of your hands finding their way to the back of his neck, threading through his hair as he holds you steady, his lips moving against yours with a tenderness that leaves you feeling completely lost in him.
Before you know it, heâs lifting you just slightly off your toes as he walks you backward, guiding you toward the bed, never breaking the kiss. You smile against his lips, a giggle escaping you as you're blindly led to the other room.
You feel the edge of the mattress against the backs of your knees, and with a gentle nudge, he eases you down onto the bed. He follows, his weight settling over you as he props himself on his elbows, careful not to crush you but close enough that his warmth surrounds you. His lips find yours again, this time with a little more urgency, a softness tempered with a raw need, as if heâs trying to memorize the feel of you in every kiss, every touch.
You lose yourself in him, your hands wandering over his back, pulling him closer, feeling his heartbeat against you as he deepens the kiss, lips tracing down to your jaw and lingering along your neck, leaving soft, reverent kisses that make your breath hitch. His fingers thread through your hair, holding you gently as he looks down, taking a moment to soak in the sight of you lying there beneath him.
âAn angel,â he whispers, bringing his lips back to your neck, his kisses soft and warm, with his teeth grazing sensitive places that send goosebumps across your skin. His hand slips from your hair and slides under the shirt you stole from him, your bare body arching instinctively to meet his touch. His hand rests on your waist, memorizing every curve, and he groans as he leans into you, desperate to be closer.
Your hands are hurried as you tug away the last of each otherâs sleepwear, bodies heated and hungry against one another. He pulls you on top of him, your hips straddling him as he looks up at you with reverence.
"Beautiful," he says, accent always thicker when he's full of desire.
âCould say the same thing,â you whisper, slipping off him to lie between his legs, your hands finding his warm, ready cock. He sucks in a sharp breath as your fingers wrap around him, his head falling back against the pillows when you brush your thumb over the tip. Your other hand stretches along his stomach, resting along the trail of hair that curls there. You press soft, wet kisses along his length, his whimpers growing needier as you tease him until finally, you bring him to your mouth, tongue tracing over the precum. Murphyâs head lifts, his stormy blue eyes fixed on you, filled with raw need. A small smirk plays on your lips before you take him completely, cheeks hollowing as you pull him deep.
âFuck,â he breathes, his gaze locked on your face, taking in every detail. You moan around him, loving the weight of him between your lips, eager to draw more sounds from him. Your hand moves where your mouth doesnât reach, mirroring the motion of your head as you glide along his cock. His fingers tangle in your hair, gently guiding your pace, and you let him, loving his control even in its gentleness. With a sudden movement, you surprise him, taking him to the back of your throat, and his hips buck as you gag slightly around him.
"Christ, Iâm sorry, angel,â he says breathlessly as you lift your mouth from him, cracking a smile,"Lord's name in vain, Murph--"
His hand moves to cup your jaw, his thumb grazing your swollen bottom lip. âTha's what confession's fer, now c'mere,â he murmurs, sitting up and drawing your face to his. His lips crash into yours, tongues sliding together as your moans mix with his. He presses you down onto the bed, settling beside you. One hand cups your face with reverence, while the other glides along your body, tracing the sensitive skin of your breast. His touch makes you shiver, and he gently twists your nipple, pulling a soft whimper from your lips. Your eyes flutter shut as his mouth replaces his fingers, his tongue soothing the sensitive bud while his hand wanders further down. His fingers trail along your thigh, encouraging your legs to open and he brushes the pads of his fingers along the inside of your thighs, teasingly close, making you arch toward him.
"Murph," A soft, breathy moan escapes your lips, barely a whisper, but itâs filled with everything you're feeling in that moment, an aching need for him. Your back lifts from the bed, hips just barely undulating in the air, desperate for anything.
âYes, my angel?â he murmurs, releasing your other nipple he had moved to.
âPlease,â you whimper, but he stills his fingers, drawing a soft whine from you.
âPlease what, my love?â he teases, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose.
âI needâI needâŠâ you struggle, voice trembling with need.
âUse your words,â he chuckles, low and rough, letting his fingers barely graze closer.
âMurphy, I swear to godââ
"Lord's name is vain, sweetheart," his smirk twitching his cheek, and as you're about to snap back, your words cut off as he presses two fingers against your wet heat, your eyes rolling back as he groans, feeling your arousal coating his fingers. His fingers return, gliding over your clit in slow circles, moving at a maddening pace that leaves you breathless. Your hand grips his face, pulling him in for a kiss as you whimper and moan against his mouth. He slips his fingers inside you, hooking them just right, and you gasp, your mouth falling open as his tongue brushes along your top lip, coaxing every reaction out of you.
âMy God, youâre perfect,â he murmurs, his voice low and filled with raw need as his gaze locks on your flushed face. You pull yourself together long enough to deepen the kiss again, rocking your hips against his fingers. He hooks and scissors his digits, working you with precision as his thumb grazes your clit, making your entire body tremble.
Just as you feel yourself nearing the edge, he pulls his fingers out, and you whine, your body thrumming with anticipation as he moves between your legs.
âCanât wait any longer,â he says, and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him close. His hands slip beneath you, holding you tightly as he pushes inside, his cock meeting no resistance against your wetness. He groans deeply, his voice roughening into a growl as he bottoms out and his teeth find the sensitive juncture of your shoulder and neck. He bites down as he withdraws almost to the tip, then thrusts back in with a force that has you crying out. His lips travel along your neck, leaving a trail of wet, hot kisses as he moves against you. Every thrust feels like more than just the physical; itâs as if youâre weaving into each otherâs souls, binding in ways words could never capture.
"My beautiful fuckin' angel," His breath catches, a low, throaty sound escaping him as his lips hover close to your ear, rough and heated. "So fuckin' perfect, like your cunt was made fer me, eh?"
âOh god, Murphââ you gasp, a desperate sound slipping from you as he groans, and your hips lift to meet his. His hand moves from around your back to slide between you, his fingers finding your clit again. He pulls the hood back, rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves in circles that make your eyes widen. He smirks, almost blasphemously, as he watches you, his fingers working expertly. You let out a shuddering sigh, every nerve on fire, your hands pressing against his chest as you feel yourself cresting. I's too much, too overwhelming, too much too much too much as pleasure skyrockets in you, and you're moaning his name as he continues his thrusts, slower now to let you concentrate.
"Come on, dove, let me see you. Let me feel tha' sweet pussy cum all over me cock," he says, almost under his breath he is breathing so hard. Your fingers dig into his flesh as he sucks in air, "Tha's it, right there, come on,"
Your body obeys, arching against him as the first waves of your climax hit, your muscles tightening around him as stars burst behind your closed eyes. He groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release, pulling out just in time. He strokes himself, and with a low growl, he spills over your thigh, his voice a hoarse, reverent chant of your name.
As the euphoria settles, he collapses beside you, drawing you close, his breath warm against your skin. The two of you lie there, tangled together, the world outside forgotten.
"Gonna need to put on another pot of coffee," you groan, a breathy laugh against his chest as you roll over onto him.
He lets out a contented sigh, his fingers running through your hair. âAs long as you bring that coffee right back here, Iâll allow it.â
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Sorry I haven't been active again, life is really tiring. Anyways, it's my birthday so I thought I'd post this edit I made a bit back so I can at least post something for y'all! This is also posted @ daryldixonvixen on tiktok :]
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*Very original statement*
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ANYFING WITH FLUFFY MUEPHY MACMANUS PLES PLES PLES PLES LMAOOO
Mo StĂłr
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Characters: Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader
A/N: loving the energy in this request, anon. if you had a tail, it would be wagging LMAO. iâm sorry this took AGES, but i hope you enjoy anyway! <3
Warnings: cussing, bad irish accent writing, fluff, domestic bliss, seriously itâs so fluffy
Word Count: 817
Dating Murphy MacManus isnât the easiest thing in the world. In fact, if you were to ask his brother, heâd say something along the lines of âDunno how ya put up with us being vigilantes and shit, lass.â
You and Murphy have had countless talks about him and his brotherâs âhobby,â half of them ending in you begging to join him. He would never let you, itâs too dangerous.
So you work your job to support yourself and the boys. You donât mind it really, they treat you like their queen. Usually, theyâre home when you get off work. Walking in to a warm dinner, even if it was a frozen pizza, was a feeling you wish for every good person on earth.
Other nights, like tonight, the brothers wouldnât be home. You couldnât help the feeling of anxiety that went to that pit in your stomach. You rush to the note on the refrigerator, ripping it from the magnet that also held up a picture of you and Murphy kissing. Both the picture and the magnet fell off the fridge as you read the note.
âWent to grab Chinese takeaway for dinner. Be back soon x.â
You sighed in relief as you read Murphyâs chicken scratch handwriting. You remembered the magnet and picture that fell, and quickly retrieved them off of the floor. You smiled as you pinned the picture back to the fridge and silently thanked Connor for capturing that moment on camera.
It had been a long night at McGintyâs, and Doc had kept the rounds coming. You had somehow convinced Murphy to dance with you; it must have been the David Bowie song playing. At the end of the song, he dipped you down like you were in some kind of romance movie, and gave you one of many kisses that you two have shared in that bar. Once he heard the click of the camera, he gently dropped you to the floor and shoved his brother, trying to grab the camera. You laughed on the bar floor as he successfully got the camera and pocketed it. He must not have been too upset about the picture since he printed it out the next day.
You heard the door open while you were reminiscing, interrupted by the familiar sound of the twins bickering; this time about chopsticks.
Connor calls your name as he shuts the door. âAre ya gonna use chopsticks?â
You smile as Murphy rolls his eyes and sets the food down on the table. He makes his way over to you and kisses your cheek.
âYeah, of course,â you answer Connor, âare you?â
He pulls two wrapped pairs of chopsticks out of his pocket and hands you one. âOf course! Murph here wouldnât let me grab three because he doesnât know how to use them.â
You look at Murphy who rolls his eyes again as he grabs your hips to slide past you and take a fork from the drawers. He grumbles out âIâm fuckinâ Irish, donât need to know how, eejit.â
You giggle as you hug him from behind. âIâm pretty sure the Irish didnât invent the fork either, Murphy.â
He tried to frown, but one side of his mouth lifted. âAre we gonna eat this shite or not?â
After dinner and the nightly movie, you and Murphy retired to your shared bedroom. You were glad that the movie finished because it was Connorâs night to pick, and he picked the worst possible movie on earth, as usual.
You had both changed into your sleep clothes, and brushed your teeth together, smiling at each other in the mirror.
This was your favorite part of the day. You and Murphy got to cuddle in bed and just look at each other. His hand was on your cheek and his thumb was smoothing out your skin.
âMo stĂłr.â Murphy interrupts the silence.
You smile at him. âWhatâs that?â
âMy darling.â
You kiss his forehead. âYeah, I am.â
He smiles and kisses your lips gently.
You rest your forehead on his. âFor a second I thought you were asking me to marry you or something.â
Without hesitation, he answers, âI would.â
You bring your head up from the pillow and lift your eyebrows in surprise at him.
He notices the shock on your face and scrambles to say something else. âI mean I donât have a ring for you or anything. But I would get one. I just know that God sent you to me. I may be a saint, but youâre an angel, lass.â
He grabs your hand and kisses the top of it.
âIt seems like it would be a pretty divine marriage if you ask me.â
You feel a tear fall from your eye. âOh my god.â
He smirks as he wipes the tear from your face and chides, âLordâs name, love.â
You giggle and then nod.
âLetâs do it.â
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Irish Love
(I need this man biblically)
Murphy MacManus x gn!Reader
Word Count: 2,125
(Okay so this is my first smut..I hope its good, and bro I swear I read it 3 times but its midnight I mightâve missed stuff, if not then weâre all good..đ„Č I doubt this is gonna get decent attention Murphy isn't as popular as Daryl on here..)
Summary: Murphy and the Reader reunite when he moves back home from Ireland with his brother, Connor. Murphy shows them how much heâs missed them while Connorâs at the pub with Romeo.
Warnings: NSFW, Swearing, unprotected sex (don't be silly guys, wrap your willy), badly written smut, creampie, pretty sure that's all, everything is below the cut. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
When Murphy told you he was returning home to Ireland with his brother, you were heartbroken. Sure, there were the telephone and letters, but you would miss Murphy. He was your boyfriend, after all. After what they had done with the mob and finding his father, he didn't want to leave, but he had to. But you were ecstatic when he called you and told you he was coming home, that they needed to return because of the priest.
You cleaned up the apartment since it was a mess. You cleaned up but didnât feel like deep cleaning like you usually did when he left his stuff around the house. You spent all morning tidying up the apartment, ensuring everything was clean and put back in place; your ears perked up at knocking on the door before it creaked open. You turned around and looked over to see the brothers once more, much older and put together. Your heart raced as your eyes landed on Murphy.
His hair was much darker, and his body was more toned, the same as Connor's. The two boys looked at you as their faces lit up. They shut the door and dropped their stuff to the floor, then rushed over to you and picked you up, laughing.
âAye! Weâre back!â Connor shouted as they held you up in the air. Murphy grasped the underside of your thigh as he looked up at you. âI told yaâ we were cominâ home, aye, Love?â he chuckled as they bounced you in the air a few times before putting you down. You smacked the both of them on the chest before bringing them in a tight hug, huffing out a breath you were holding.
âYou both are idiots! Leaving me here all alone, I missed you guys. I'm so happy you both are home. " You muttered as you squeezed them before stepping back, looking up at Murphy as you teared up. You embraced him in a tight hug, his arms wrapping around your waist as he brought you up on your toes.
He inhaled the scent in your hair as he relaxed against you. âI'm glad taâ be home, Love. Iâm never leavingâ yaâ again, I swear it.â he muttered into your ear as he pulled away, looking at you for a moment before he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours in a gentle kiss, his hands coming up to cup your face as he kissed you.
Connor cleared his throat as he smiled at the two of you. You both pulled away from each other as you looked at Connor, blushing.
âWhat? Come on, Connor. I havenât seen you two in years!â you whined as you went over and wrapped your arms around him, pressing a kiss against his cheek and ruffling his hair.
âOh, come on, not taâ hair!â Connor whined playfully as he hugged you back before pulling away. âIâm sure Romeoâs waitinâ outside for us,â he looked over at Murphy as he smirked. âBut I know you two are gonna wanna catch up, aye? I'll go anâ visit the old bastard with Romeo for a while, leave yaâ two to catch up.â he gave you a small wave before he left the apartment.
Murphy watched as his brother left before looking back at you. âI missed yaâ so much, Y/N. Itâs so good to see you again..â he said softly as he brushed your hair from your eyes, leaning down to press another kiss to your lips before pulling away. âWhy donât we watch a movie or sometinâ aye? Catch up..â he murmured as he lifted you and brought you over to the couch, dropping you on the soft cushion.
You looked up at him as he plopped you down onto the couch, smiling and sitting up as you let out a small laugh. âYes, please, that sounds amazing, Murph,â you watched as he moved over to the TV and looked through the DVDs. You blushed slightly at his back, watching his arms shift and flex the muscles you knew and loved so much. He did change since you saw him last; heâs older and taller, and it seems he's worked out a bit; heâs even got new tattoos, and god, did you love his tattoos.
âAlright, Love. Letâs watch sometinâ new shall we?â Murphy got up and popped the DVD into the DVD player before returning next to you on the couch, wrapping his arm around you and bringing you into him as he kissed your head before looking over to the TV.
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After a few hours and a couple of movies later, you both laid back on the couch, distracted by a sweet kiss that had turned into a pretty heated one; he laid next to you on his side, almost hovering over you, his arms found their way around your waist and under your shirt as his hands met with the hot flesh of your back, rubbing it gently as his lips molded with yours, one of his hands left your back as it came up to cup the side of your cheek, tilting your head as his tongue met with yours in a heated dance, before pulling away slowly.
âMy god. I missed this so much..you..everything, Y/N..â he muttered before turning his head down and pressing a kiss against the side of your neck, his hands returning to your back as he grasped the skin gently, letting out a small groan from the back of his throat.
You let out a soft moan as he nipped at your neck, your hands grasping the back of his shirt tightly as he shifted over you, gently parting your legs with his hands as he grasped the soft flesh of your thighs, pressing himself up against you, swallowing up the soft moans gently flowing out of your mouth as he kissed you once more.
âMurphy..â You whined softly as you looked up at him, blushing and panting heavily. Tugging on his shirt gently, he chuckled softly and sat up on his knees before pulling his shirt over his head, throwing it behind him to pile somewhere around the living room. He leaned down and pushed your shirt up gently, looking up at you as if asking for permission.
You nodded and smiled before he pulled it over your head and tossed it with his. He looked down at you as he let out a soft breath, lowered himself to his stomach, and pressed a kiss to the skin of your chest, letting out a small groan at the taste. He placed gentle kisses down your body, nipping the skin gently along the way and sucking a few bruises onto the soft flesh.
His hands gently ran up your thighs as he stopped at the waistband of your jeans. Looking up at you once more, he gently tugged the fabric down your legs along with your underwear when you nodded for him to continue, biting his lip at the sight of your bare skin. He leaned down and kissed your hip before shifting his weight over you.
âYouâre perfect, Love..truly a sight for sore eyes..â Murphy whispered as he rubbed the top of your thigh, looking into your eyes with desperation and longing. You looked up at him and let out a small whimper at his words, starting to feel embarrassed. Smiling up at him and gently placing your hand against his chest, you leaned in to kiss him.
âI love you, Murphy..youâre so sweet..â you whispered against his lips before reaching down and cupping him gently through his jeans before he had the chance to speak, pulling a moan from his lips as he grasped your thigh tightly, you smiled and bit down your bottom, looking up at him and laughing softly.
âYouâre such a tease..â he growled softly as he removed your hand from his pants, unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans to his knees, along with his boxers, and kicked them to the end of the couch. âYaâ missed me that much, Love?â he smirked as he laid on top of you, hooking his arms underneath your legs and pulling them up and over his hips.
You huffed as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and pouting playfully. âOf course I did. Youâve been gone for so long, Murphy. I was starting to go crazy,â you joked and smiled before pulling him into a kiss, sighing softly against his lips.
âI love you, yaâ know that? I spent every night dreaminâ of yaâ in my arms..â he whispered in your ear as he nipped the skin underneath it. âYaâ ready to see just how much Iâve missed yaâ..??â he asked as his hand pushed your thighs apart and settled in between them, looking down at you with loving eyes.
A soft breath left your mouth at the sound of his voice, the desperation in his tone as he spoke. You nodded as your eyes fluttered closed, pressing your face against his and pulling him closer. âYes..â you murmured, giving him the confirmation he desperately wanted.
He gathered up some saliva in his hand before gently grasping the base of his cock and fisting himself a few times, coating himself with the slick spit and gently pressing himself inside of you; he let out a groan as your tight walls clenched around him.
You gasped as your nails grasped his back, moaning at the feel of him stretching you from the inside, whining softly and hiding your face in his neck as he bottomed out inside of you with a satisfied moan.
âFuck youâre so tight..practically sucking me in..youâve waited for me all this time havenât ya..?â he breathed out with a chuckle as he pulled out of you before entering your walls once again, setting a slow pace as he groaned softly, nipping at your neck as he listened to the moans spill from your mouth.
âThat's it..just like that, ya like that..the feelinâ of me stretchinâ ya out..?â he grunted as he grasped your thighs tightly, picking up his pace and leaning up on his knees and looking down at you as he fucked you.
âOh my god, Murphy..! Right there- yes.!â you gasped as you moaned out loudly, your nails digging into his back as the sound of your moans and hot breaths filled the room, along with the sound of your skin meeting each other in a dance of love.
He watched you as he pounded into you, his pace getting faster as he was slamming into you now, the head of his cock brushing against that one spot inside of you with every thrust, making you cry out. âFuck..mâ close already..âve needed ya so bad..â he panted as he felt the heat pool in his stomach.
You moaned and whined as you tilted your head back, the knot in your stomach building with every thrust of his hips against yours; your hands moved to grasp his arms as you held onto him, arching your back slightly off the couch and whimpering out his name.
âI'm close. Murphy mâ so close- fuck!â you cried as you felt the knot snap, your walls clamping around him as you came. He grasped your thighs tightly, leaving bruises in its wake as his hips stuttered, before slamming his hips against yours one last time, as his warm seed pumped into you, filling you before he collapsed onto you, breathing heavily.
The both of you lay there in each other's comforts for a few minutes before he softened and gently pulled out of you; you whimpered softly at the emptiness, watching as he left to the bathroom before coming back with a washcloth and gently cleaning you up, before picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom and laying you down on the comforter.
He kissed your head before getting in bed, pulling the blanket around you and sighing softly. âThat was amazing,â he murmured as he laid his head against your chest, holding you close.
You gently played with his hair and took a deep breath before kissing his head. âIt was. Iâve waited so long for this. I missed you, but I think Iâve missed the sex even more.â you let out a breathy laugh, closing your eyes.
âAye, nothinâ wrong with a little Irish love now, is there?â he pressed a kiss to your chest before sighing and closing his eyes.
The both of you lay there for the rest of the night, finding comfort in each other's warmth as you two fell asleep almost instantly from the workout you had gone through
Okay- this was my first smut I hope it wasn't too bad, Iâve never written it before but Iâve read a lot of it so that might have helped..LMAO anyways..I hope you enjoy this I really liked this one :) let me know if I missed anything
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tidal [murphy macmanus]
PAIRING â MURPHY MACMANUS x F!READER
GENRE â SMUT, SLIGHT ANGST, FLUFF.
WORD COUNT â 2030
WARNINGS â established relationship, cursing, mentions of physical fights, deep cuts (cleaning = pain), bruises, blood, injured!murphy, reader cleans his scars, pet names, sexual innuendo, oral sex (m! receiving), smoking, p in v sex, cowgirl, creampie, slight breeding kink, breasts/nipple play.
A/N â wanted to write fluff, but my horny ass canât sway from smut. so, enjoy.
NOTES; LeannĂĄn â lover
"Fuckin' cocksucker." You hear your boyfriend yell as he entered the apartment. Glancing over your shoulder to see he hasn't yet reached the living room, you proceed with making coffee for the two of you. "What's wrong, baby?" You call out. When no response followed, you decided to pause your coffee preparation and look for Murphy.
Your eyes widened when the sight of him revealed, silhouette first. Murphy was leaning agonisingly against the wall which his bloody hands stained red. The same crimson dripped out of a slick cut tainting his still flawless skin, knuckles reddish blue with incisions.
"God, darling! What happened?" You rushed over in a frenzy, almost falling to the floor, Murphy with you. He chuckled slightly at your reaction before groaning when it ached to laugh.
"He-he, you shoulda' seen the other guy." He said when you began stroking his cheek just below the cut, he winced softly at that. You let your exasperation be known at his pride.
His shirt was torn from places near and above his abdomen which turned out to be slashed as you took a closer look; even, superficially, drawing blood. Your brows furrowed together in pain. You had (through great difficulty) come to terms with his and Connor's way of living, but seeing Murphy in physical agony was something your heart could never grow accustomed to. You knew he was in the best of spirits knowing he let 'justice prevail' yet another time, but you knew he'd feel guilty letting you take care of him. Seeing the pleading look on your face, Murphy gave you a weak smile, the helplessness evident on his face.
"Oh, babyâ" you slowly trailed off, kissing the unharmed portions of body. When your kisses trailed off to his abdomen, and finally down to his v-line, you understood where this would end up, and you weren't in the mood right now.
Boy, were you wrong.
"âlet's get you cleaned up." You grabbed his hand and gained composure, a tear escaping your eye, unnoticed by Murphy. He let out a sigh before limping slightly, and following you to the bathroom.
You grabbed the medical kit from the cabinet, back facing him as you ordered, "Go sit on the slab, I'll be with you in a minute."
Though the sight of you right now was inviting; tight jeans hugging your curves perfectly, and one of his old t-shirts which was a little raised due to your stretching to reach the topmost shelf, which Murphy would've done for you, if he wasn't the patient; Murphy obediently sat on the slab.
When you turned around his eyes immediately landed on your tits. The shirt was so loose that your bare shoulders were visible, as was your tainted collarbone from Murphy's kissed and your tits. It seemed significantly low-cut, more than needed at the moment. You saw him shift in his pants from the corner of your eye; eyes rolling in disbelief.
He's horny. Broken, beaten up, and horny.
Taking antiseptic and pouring it on some cotton you began to address his wounds.
He seemed to be taking the pain pretty well; his high pain tolerance came to you as no surprise, considering how many brawls he's been in, but he did wince a little as you moved to the slashed flesh of his face. "This one's deep â I'm sorry for the sting, baby." It saddened you to see him in this state, but he did his best to show you he's alright, chucking softly, before coughing in pain.
"I hope I ain't broken somethin'." He groaned, beginning to shift to his side so he could look at you better. "I hope it's not a rib." You sigh softly.
"What was it this time?" You asked, not facing him while rummaging through the drawers to find gauze. "Hm?" He halfheartedly questioned. His eyes were on your body and your body was on his mind; thoughts of you were cut short when you, yourself asked him, "Why did you fight?"
"Rocco." He said less and you understood. You chuckled when he said, "He's a troublemaker, wee lad." You were about to leave the bathroom, looking for a substitute to the hidden gauze, when he grabbed you by the arm. "Come 'ere for a sec," he pulled you closer. You stood between his legs, arms on either side of him.
"You're not even gonna kiss your patient, doctor?" He massaged your curves. "Might be the only cure for meâ" His eyes trailed to your lips, oh, how he'd want nothing more than those plump, soft, crimson lips to paint his skin! "You'd make a naughty patient, Murphy." You teased in a sultry tone, "Can't help it," he replied, "My doctor's the sexiest."
"Oh, yeah?" You teased, giggling, "Tell me more." He grinned.
"See, she's the prettiest lass ever. 'Never seen beauty like hers." You blushed, "She's got sexiest eyes that look into my soul when she's sucking my cock. She's got a cute little nose that scrunches up when she laughs at my jokes. And don't get me started on those lips of hers..." You inched closer, softly kissing his neck, and around the tender skin above the cut on his cheek.
"And if her kisses are the cure to my wounds, I'll let myself be slashed over and over." He breathed out, eyes closing in relief when you began sucking on his sweet spot. He placed your hand on the bulge in his pants. "Look what you do to me."
"I didn't do much..." Your voice trailed off as you kissed along his jaw. "You needn't. I could never get over you. Even when you're not around, I'm like thisâ at the sheer thought of youâ it's paining me."
You were at a loss of words; never able to compete with him when it came to vocalising your love, but he never complained. You made up for it by staying. He'd expected you to walk out the first time he got into a fight â but you didn't. You stayed; kissing his crimson scars and watching them heal by your love.
"I'll have the water running for you." You pecked his lips, he nodded, smiling into the quick kiss.
He sat curled by the sink while you filled the bathtub for him. As it filled, you grabbed his hand, and gently stripped him off his rags. Once bare, he let you guide him to warm waters. He was hesitant in sinking in, shivering a little. It wasn't the water though, he trembled from pain and his state devastated you.
"Try to relax, honey." You cooed; he simply sighed in response. "Would you like me to help you?" You asked, an insinuating smirk plastered on your face.
He knew your looks of sexual innuendo like the back of his hand, for he elicited them.
"Please, have your way." He whispered. Even Murphy was surprised at the fact that his hard-on was now noticed by you, not when you removed him from his clothing. "Is this for me, baby?" You asked as you slowly stroked his cock. "All for you, my love. It's made for you." He groaned, head fall backwards as you applied more pressure and hastened your movements. You hummed, licking a long strip from the base to the slit at the tip. "God, you're killing me."
You hum in satisfactionâ the sound sending shivers down his spine, causing him to twitch in your mouth. When he began fiddling in the bathâ hands not knowing where and what to grab, you began stroking his length instead, free hand gently pressing him down so as to lay him. "Relax, Murphy. I want you to relax for me." Your tone was soothing, nonetheless sultry.
He then let the warm waters consume him. You were all he needed in this cruel world of injustice and dirty politics; to find something as sweet as you, the Lord really did consider him a Saint for blessing him like this.
"That's it darling, I'm gonna cum for you." He grabbed your hair and began hastening your movements. You sucked determinedly, eager to satisfy, and your efforts bore fruit when he hit the back of your throat and let his seed flow down.
"Oh, sweet angel..." He grabbed your face to kiss you. It was damn near impossible for you to not touch his faceâ his black eye, and slit cheek preventing youâ nonetheless, the kiss was passionate and loving.
"Let's get you cleaned, my love." You helped him bathe.
After drying him, you gave him warm clothes to wear. The Boston winters were cruel, and the rain outside was merciless, too. He wore a cozy grey sweater, and sat in front of you, on the couch.
He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The first puff was passed to you, as became his habit; lighting it for himself, yet he'd always let you have it firstâ something you've always found endearing, though he doesn't realise how much these little make you fall harder in love with him, as if being more than head over heels as you are was possible.
"What are you thinking about, baby?" You asked him, when his gaze darkened. "I wanna fuck you so bad right now." His voice, barely audible.
"Murphy..." You look at him pleadingly. He knew, too, he couldn't even walk without your support and he wants to pound you. But his hard-on was back, and it throbbed for you.
And, that's how you ended up like this.
Riding him fervently, while his hands practically ached to touch you, still, placed on his sides. His grip on the sheets scrunched the bed-sheet; you were desperate to touch him, too, but your own hands were pinching and playing with your nipples.
You bounce on his cock; the lack of support making your movements sloppy, yet so hard and deep, your thighs ached every time you would lift yourself till only the tip remained inside and then pushed back down as your cunt squeezed him in like a vice.
"That's it, baby, cream on that cock." He looks up to you, your messy hair framing your face perfectly as sweat began to form in your cleavage. Your lips were swollen from kissing him, your breasts bounced with every thrust and your knuckles turned white, gripping the sheets instead of running your fingers through your boyfriend's hair.
He was in so, so deepâ his tip kissing the top of your walls rhythmically every time you'd shove down on his cock. You were mesmerised even more so by his face. Those pale blue eyes looked at you, pleadingly; aching, for you to cum. He needed release, of modern worldliness and sexually, and you've become that release for him.
It only took a few more thrusts before he plunged inside you and began grinding your hips together. "Yes, fill me up!" You moaned like a pornstar, causing Murphy to continue thrusting into you, while his mouth ravenously devoured your tits. The overstimulation driving you into a frenzy; you shivered uncontrollably as he stilled, having his fill of you, and letting your excruciatingly hot walls drain his cock.
âI love you so much,â You moaned, as you began to pull yourself up, away from his cock, but it seemed like your cunt's vice-like grip had other plans. "I love you too, leannĂĄnâ so much." He whispered, out of breath. His swollen lips wet at the sight of youâ dripping in his load and your own cum. He pulled you in for a fervent kiss before he could get hard again and fuck you more than both of you could handle right now.
You laid him down whilst kissing, and he weakly pulled the blanket up for you. The minute you snug in, his strong arms wrapped around your waist; one hand tracing circles around your nipples, as if hardening them would put you to sleep, but the little erotic feeling satisfied you.
And your tidal love sweeping Murphy's shores of sins clean was all this Saint could've prayed for.
So you drift off to sleep, in each other's embrace.
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Irish Man In A Closet | Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader
A/N: Welcome to the first installment of âMurphy Mondaysâ! Iâve decided to dedicate Mondays to my favourite Irish man to get some more writing done for him. Anyways, I hope yâall like this!
The sound of rock music playing could faintly be heard through the walls of the supply closet. Joyous laughter and calls for more shots could be heard as well, though those sounds were drown out by the more prominent sounds of gasps and light moans that traveled between you and Murphy.
âMurphy,â you gasped out when he nibbled lightly on the sensitive spot right below your jaw. You tilted your head back against the wall Murphy had you pinned against. âI gotta get back to work.â Murphy simply hummed and continued his onslaught of kisses, trailing down your neck. âMurph, Iâm serious. I canât lose this job.â
âNah, you wonât,â Murphy denied in a murmur against the skin of your neck. âDoc loves ya. Heâd rather come to work naked than fire you.â His lips trailed back up your neck, up your jaw and stopped to hover just above your lips. âIt wonât matter if you decided to bail now to, I donât know, come back home with me?â
A light laugh escaped your lips, one that was muffled when Murphy slanted his lips across yours again. His hands trailed up from your hips, all the way up to your face to gently and tenderly cup your cheeks in his hands, the gesture a stark contrast to his rough, calloused hands. You slightly pulled away from the kiss, your hands on his chest to halt him when he tried to chase your lips with his. You giggled and shook your head.
âWoah there, cowboy. Iâm serious. Iâve gotta get back to work.â The look on Murphyâs face was both amusing and almost made you give in to what he wanted. His ocean-coloured eyes looked deep into your own, the man behind them trying his best to convince you with his version of puppy dog eyes. However, you managed to hold on to your resolve. âThat isnât going to work on me, Murph.â
A mischievous smile broke out on his face. âCanât blame a man for tryinâ, las.â He sighed and took a step back, reluctantly forcing himself to be rational. What you said was true. You did need to go back to work. It certainly didnât mean he had to like it, however.
You smiled at him and stepped away from the wall. Your hand came up to gently cup his cheek, your thumb rubbing over his skin affectionately. âI get off in an hour. How about you take me home?â
Murphy could instantly understand the implication behind the otherwise innocent statement. He nodded his head vigorously. âYeah. Yeah, Iâll do that.â
âGood.â You leaned up to press a chaste kiss to his lips before withdrawing. You began to fiddle with your clothes and hair, hoping to fix your disheveled appearance. âHow do I look?â
Murphy couldnât help the smirk that tugged at his lips. âYou look like ya just made out with an Irish man in a closet.â He laughed when you sent him an exasperated look, one that clearly told him to be serious. âYa look fine, love. I promise.â He gave you one final kiss before turning towards the door. âDonât forget whatever Doc sent you in here for.â With that, he left the supply closet.
You exhaled deeply and quickly grabbed the thing you had been asked to go getâthe mopâbefore exiting the supply closet as well. You walked back into the main area of the bar and behind the counter, when you heard Connorâs voice ring out from the other side of the counter.
âWell, well. Would you look at that? I was right. Murphy did follow you to the supply closet, didnât he?â
âShut up, Connor. I told you, I went to the bathroom.â
âOh? Didnât realize Y/N changed her name to âthe bathroomâ.â
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Iâll Throw Away My Faith, Babe, Just to Keep You Safe
Part 1
Pairing: Murphy MacManus x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Violence; Blood and injury; That damn iron; Suggestive themes
Summary: âIf love is what you need, a soldier I will beâ
A/N: Finally, after a year. I hope it was worth the wait. I'm a little proud of it, so I hope you are too.
âSupermarkets are the worst.â You had just returned from grocery shopping, placing one bag at your feet in order to fish your keys from your pocket. Door unlocked, you went inside and placed the first bag on the countertop and returned for the next. Your fingers had just gripped the top of the bag when the old elevator dinged and two men stumbled out.Â
âStill with me, dear brother?â The one with lighter hair asked in a thick Irish accent. He was all but dragging the second man against his side. Both were bleeding. You had only seen that amount of blood on a person in the movies.Â
âAye.â The man with the darker hair rasped without lifting his head. You barely heard it.Â
âHey, uhâshould I call an ambulance?â You straightened, groceries all but forgotten in favor of possibly being of some assistance.Â
âKind of you, lass, but weâll be just fine once weââ The light-haired one staggered when any aid the other offered in carrying his own weight suddenly vanished. âMurph? Murphy? Fuck!â Their trek to their own unit had come to an abrupt halt, the dark-haired one now limp as a ragdoll.Â
âIâm calling an ambulance!â You had barely stepped into your door when he called after you, a frantic edge to his voice.Â
âI beg you, please donât.â He adjusted his grip on the other, still appearing as if the weight might take him down.Â
âAre you, uhâare the two of you in some sort of trouble?â That was a ridiculous question. There were bloody prints leading from the elevator, their clothes saturated, rivulets dripping onto the cheap linoleum flooring. âJustâhere, come inside.â He studied you with narrowed blue eyes. You could tell a refusal sat on the tip of his tongue, but the other man coughed in a spray of crimson.Â
âDamnit.â He cursed.Â
You snatched up the other bag of groceries and jogged over to the countertop, depositing it roughly. You needed a blanket, towels, water, and your pitiful excuse for a first aid kit. âBlanket. Blanket, blanket, blanket.â The top of the hallway closet was difficult to reach for you, half the contents spilling out onto your head when you tugged on the quiltâs edge.Â
âLet me put this on the couch. You can lay him there.â You rambled quickly in passing. The man was dragging the other with some measure of difficulty and had just crossed into the doorway as you spread out the blanket. Without really thinking, you sprinted over to drape the other arm across your shoulder and take some of the burden.Â
âThank you, lass. Heavier than he looks, my brother.â
The trek to the couch was more coordinated with your help and soon the stranger was lying prone, breaths shallow and skin pale. There was so much blood but it was alarmingly obvious that it was not all his.Â
âI have a first aid kit but Iâm not sure itâllââ
âHave all we need in our own place. Start cleaning what you can see, Iâll fetch the iron and bandages.â
You blinked, your hand stilling just over the manâs shirt. âIron? As in tablets orâ?â
He shrugged, expression grim. âIâm Connor. Thatâs my brother Murphy.â
âIâmââ He was already gone. âIâm Y/N.â You sighed and started picking at the saturated clothing. Most of the injuries were shallow, superficial. The bullet wound to his left flank, however, was immediate cause for concern. It was not through and through. âOkay, Murphy. Itâd be nice to get some answers because my boring day just got really interesting, really fast and my head isnât equipped for this much chaos.â
Using the scissors from the kit, you cut away his shirt and spread the two sides. A rosary hung from his neck, long enough to slide from his chest and over his arm. You didnât remove it, that didnât feel right. Handling it carefully, you let it hang over the couch arm. By the time Connor returned, you had wiped away most of the blood and were pressing a towel against the hole in his side.Â
He placed an ironâthatâs a fucking iron ironâon the coffee table with some gauze. As he drew away his hand, you noticed the blood seeping out from beneath the sleeve of his black coat, dripping from the tips of his fingers.Â
âAre you hurt too?âÂ
âAye, but itâll keep. Murph first.â Connor hovered, blue eyes flitting back and forth between the saturated towel and his brotherâs slack face.Â
âYou realize I have no idea what Iâm doing, right?â You lifted the towel and winced at the thick crimson bubble that broke into a stream trickling down his side.Â
âBetween the two of us, weâll have him right as rain, lass.âÂ
âRight.â You sighed heavily, pressing the towel against the wound once again. âI suppose the bullet needs to come out.â
âAye.â He scrubbed his unsullied hand over his face.Â
âAnd how exactly do we do that?â The corner of your bottom lip found its way between your teeth. How exactly did you end up in this position? Two strangers, bruised and bleeding, in your apartment. Sure, you werenât exactly in the best neighborhood and you didnât own a penthouse, but the place had proven to be safe enough. Mostly quiet.Â
You had never seen the men before. You knew there were other tenants, but you had never met any of them. You were perfectly content in your little bubble of solitude.Â
But then there you were, a man bleeding out on your couch, his brother using a pair of needle-nose pliers to dig into a gunshot woundâthank god you had managed to take it long enough to clean the tool with some rubbing alcohol.Â
âGot it.â He announced triumphantly, holding up the bloody slug. Both were discarded onto your coffee table as if it were a surgical tray. The unconscious brother hadnât moved an inch, his skin pale, clammy, and damp with perspiration. He didnât look well at all.Â
âAre you sure about an ambulance? He isnât looking so hot.â You were headed toward the kitchen, hastily grabbing a dish towel and wetting it under the tap.Â
âIâm sure, lass.â Connor replied. When you returned, he was plugging the cord of the iron into the socket closest to the couch.Â
âWhoa, whoa, wait!â You slid onto the couch by Murphyâs hip folding the towel. âYouâre not actually going to burn him, are you?â Dabbing the sweat from the other manâs forehead, you felt nauseous at seeing Connor approach from the corner of your eye. âCanât we just stitch it?âÂ
âHeâs bleedinâ, love. Itâs needinâ to be stopped.â
âShit.â Choosing to stay seated where you were, you helped shift Murphy onto his right side but swiftly turned your head as the iron came down. The sizzling sound was horrible enough but the second the smell of burning flesh wafted into your nostrils, you gagged. How was Murphy remaining unconscious through it?
âItâs done.âÂ
âGood. Go me for keeping down my lunch.â You panted. âLetâs, uhâletâs get him all bandaged and then I can look at you.â Connor nodded, gingerly removing his coat. âDonât expect me to use the iron.â
The apartment was cast in shadows, the moon beginning its shift. Connor had fallen asleep not long after you had, indeed, used the iron on his arm. Unfortunately, your lunch did not survive the second onslaught of burning flesh.Â
You had finally been granted an opportunity to put away your groceries. Why you had also felt the need to clean up the blood in the hall and the elevator was beyond you, though the crimson trail leading right to your door might have had something to do with it. It was a miracle no one had been on the lift since the brothers. Well, not really. The building had few tenants. After that task, you had told yourself to keep your eyes on the men, but the sight and smell of blood on your skin proved to be very persuasive in the mental argument on whether or not to shower.Â
Your hair was still damp by the time you sank into the chair opposite of where Connor slept. The brothers were exhausted, as were you, but at least you had no injuries. Youâd love nothing more than to crawl into your bed, but showering was one thing. Sleeping was an entirely different matter.Â
Maybe you should have called the cops. It was logical. These men were obviously into some bad stuff. Still, there was something about them, something you couldnât put your finger on. Something good. To sense something like that when one of them had yet to speak to youâwell, it was curious.Â
And curiosity killed the cat.Â
Lost in your thoughts, you must have allowed your eyes to close at some point. The next moment of awareness you could identify was met with a deep groan. Connor was still asleep in the same position you had last seen him. Murphy, however, was sitting up, arms draped across his knees with his head hanging.Â
âMurphy?â You uttered, sliding to the edge of your chair.Â
He was a little slow to react, expression dazed as he sought you out. He lingered on Connor for a moment, the little tensionâyou hadnât even noticedâin his shoulders visibly dissipated. Once his gaze found you, you immediately noticed how the moonlight made the same blue eyes you had seen on Connor appear more silver.Â
âWho are you?â He croaked, clearing his throat with a hand flying to his left side.Â
âIâm Y/N. I, uhâyour brother brought you here.â Feeling nervous without Connor awake to corroborate your story, you rubbed at the back of your neck. âYou were really hurt and he didnât want an ambulance.âÂ
âTurn us in then, will you?â
âIf I was going to turn you in, I would have done it before the iron was plugged in.â You curled your lip at the memory of the stench. âI think Iâm traumatized.â The man chuckled quietly, dropping his head again. âIs there anything I can get for you?â
âAye.â He sounded exhausted. Being unconscious was likely not as restful as a decent nightâs sleep. âWater would be nice, lass.âÂ
âSure.â Pushing yourself out of the chair, you crossed in front of him on your way to the kitchen. His hand moved faster than you thought him capable of given his current state, wrapping around your wrist in a touch that could only be described as tender. You jerked to a halt and dropped your head to regard him, finding him looking right back at you. God, the man was handsome.
âThank you.â He offered, his accent thick and sweet like honey. You barely suppressed a shiver. âTruly.â
âItâs no big deal.â It was very much a big deal. You had no idea what you were getting yourself into, but you were surprised to find that when he let go, you missed the warmth of his touch, replaced by the tingle it left in its wake. Maybe you had been alone too long. That had to be it. With a soft upward tilt of your lips, you continued to the kitchen, the glass quickly filled to the brim and spilling over onto your hand whilst you found yourself staring at the dark-haired brother. No, you had no idea what you were getting yourself into, but you were quickly going to find out.
âIâm not saying itâs wrong, Iâm just saying that not everyone wants to get wasted just because itâs Saint Patrickâs Day.â You smiled over the rim of your glass, opting for a soda instead of beer, much to the MacManus brothersâ dismay.
âYou bite your tongue, lass.â Connor feigned offense, a hand splayed dramatically over his chest. Murphy was shaking his head beside his twin.
âOh, stop clutching your pearls, Con.â You jested, throwing a foot out from the rest at the lower part of the stool to playfully nudge the toe of your boot against his shin.
âEveryoneâs Irish on Saint Pattyâs day, love.â With a nod toward Doc, another beer was slid straight into Murphy's hand. âIt wonât hurt you to have a little fun.â When he stepped into your space to offer the drink, you had no control when your eyes flitted to his lips and back, orbs dancing back and forth as if comparing the two pools of brilliant blue that stared with a suffocating intensity. The corner of his mouth slid up into a smirk that had you tingling in all the right places.
Over the past few months, you had grown close to the brothers, more so with Murphy. He would separate himself from his twin to visit your apartment more than you visited theirs. Quiet conversations, moving closer to one another on the couch with each social call. It wasnât long before you were perched with your legs folded beneath you, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, and your head on his chest. It was just dialogue, catching one another up on the events of the day.Â
He was open about their efforts to rid the city of those that caused harm to the innocent. While you didnât understand how they could just walk around, unbothered and unrecognized, you found yourself comfortable with what they did. You helped treat their wounds and offered your apartment as a safe haven, should one of their targets send someone to act violently in their stead. The aggressors had no reason to suspect you. Aside from the bar, you were never seen with them. Murphy made sure of it.
âJust one drink, lass.â He insisted. You knew he would back off if you said the word, so you didnât feel pressured, just persuaded. With a roll of your eyes, you lifted the glass to your mouth and made a show of taking the first sip. âHurĂĄ!â He exclaimed, weaving his arms underneath yours to lift you off the stool.Â
âMurphy!â Your beer sloshed in the glass, spilling over the rim and onto your jacket. âAw, man!â You pouted, opting to stand when he attempted to place you back on the stool. You unzipped and pulled off the article with a huff, revealing your bright green shirt with gold lettering of Kiss Me, Iâm Irish.Â
âWhatâs this, love?â Murphy chuckled, his eyes so obviously on your chest.Â
âItâs a shirt. More specifically, those are my boobs.â His eyes flitted up to your face, that smirk returning. The man had no shame. For Catholics, the brothers had some questionable morals.Â
The drinking went on well after the doors had been locked and the open sign extinguished. You were still nursing your first beerâbarely buzzedâthe twins too drunk to notice. It was your first Saint Patrickâs Day with the small group, Doc the only one other than you that was resembling anything close to sober.Â
When the dark-haired brother staggered toward you, throwing an arm across your shoulders and pulling you into his side, you decided they needed to be cut off.Â
âOkay, boys, last call.â
Romeo was protesting loudly to the old man, but your focus was on the brothers. While you knew you needed to accompany them home, it would be the first time you would be with them on the streets.Â
Before you could give it too much thought, Murphy was spinning you, hands on your shoulders at arm's length, eyes unfocused and a drunken flush to his cheeks. With a face too serious to be genuine, he ran a finger over the golden four leaf clover just below your breasts.Â
âTell me, love. Do you have any Irish in you?â His attempt at stoicism was bellied by his slurred syllables.Â
âNo, Murph. I donât.âÂ
âWould you care for some?â A lopsided smile formed regardless of his obvious attempts to hold it at bay. You patted his arm with a shake of your head.Â
âYouâre wasted. Time to get you boys home.â There was a shimmer of disappointment in those blue eyes, so profound that you almost wished you could show your own dismay. Your feelings for Murphy were strongâunnamed but strong. It had been years since your last relationship, one so devastating that you werenât sure what love was supposed to feel like anymore. Maybe you were simply drawn to his mystery, his ability to make you feel anything at all.Â
âItâs early yet.â It was a weak argument, the pout he pinned you with proving his knowledge of it.Â
You pointed toward the door and grabbed your jacket. âWalk, MacManus.â The man grumbled beneath his breath but still staggered to where Connor impatiently protested by the door.Â
âGet a room, little brother.â He slurred.Â
âI came out first. Settled this, I thought.â Murphy was quick to correct.Â
Rolling your eyes as the bickering continued, you steered both of them out the door, calling back a night, Doc over your shoulder. The night air was still chilly for March. You pulled your jacket tighter around yourself, the scent of beer strong from the spilled drink earlier.Â
âWhatâs on your mind, love?â You felt the weight of Murphyâs arm across your shoulders before you even realized he had shifted closer, his stumbling pushing you off balance.Â
âThe hope of staying vertical while chaperoning a set of drunk twins.â Using your elbow, you pushed him aside, reaching for his black peacoat to keep him on his feet. Chuckling, you wound your arm around through his. âLetâs just focus on getting you two home and in bed.â
âWhoa there, lass.â Connor interjected, his arm falling around your shoulders. âWe draw the line at falling into bed together with one woman.âÂ
âOh my god!â You threw back your head with a drawn out exasperated noise. âYouâre insufferable.â Bracketed between the brothers, you kept up the slow pace toward the apartment building.Â
With Conner face-down and snoring into his pillow, you turned your attention toward Murphy, who was currently attempting to fight his way out of his coat. Your smile was fond, your capable hands grabbing his forearms.Â
âWait, wait, wait.â You laughed, stilling his movements. His lopsided smile never wavered while you helped him. âStop smiling, you idiot.â
âYouâd rather I frown then?â The deliberate pout was something beyond adorable. With a snort, you dislodged his arms and held out the article of clothing.Â
âTime for bed, Murph.â Rubbing his left eye with a fist, the Irishman finally appeared as if he would acquiesce. âGoodnight.â Your arms slid around his neck and you squeezed lightly. As you made to retreat, his own arm slid around your waist and held fast. âMurphy?â
âStay.â He had angled his head, his lips against the shell of your ear. You could smell the Guiness and cigarettes on his breath, a surprising tonic that made him almost irresistible.Â
Almost.Â
âI need to go. And you need to sleep.â His other arm wrapped around the middle of your back, both holding loosely. You knew heâd release you if you willed it.Â
âStay.â He said again, nuzzling the side of your head. The heat of his body was rapidly melting your defenses. The last thing you wanted was to wake up to Connorâs jibing at Murphyâs expenseâthough it wouldnât be the first time. The two were just such children sometimes.Â
However, as his hands languidly explored your back, you felt that snuggling was not what was on his mind that night. That made it easy to unwrap yourself from his hold and step out of reach. Though you had told yourself long ago that you would take that leap with him without hesitation should he ever offer, he was drunk. It wasnât even a consideration.Â
âYou donât want me to stay, Murph. Not like this.â Needing one last touch, you patted his cheek and nearly melted when he leaned into your palm.Â
âI do, lass.â He retorted, staggering when your hand pulled away. You chuckled.Â
âIf you still feel that way in the morning, you know where to find me.â
âY/N.â He called as you opened the door, pausing to cast him a gentle smile, disappointment hiding just behind it.Â
âGoodnight, Murphy.â Once in the hall, you pressed your back against the door and closed your eyes. If only the words could have left a sober tongue, you would have stayed. No, you would have invited him back to your own apartment where privacy wouldnât have been a concern.Â
You wondered how his lips would feel on yours as you pulled out your keys and unlocked your door. How would his hands feel on your skin? His mouth? How would he taste? You imagined the sounds he would make, the breaths and moans.Â
Slamming your keys down onto the countertop, you shook your head. âGet a grip, Y/N! Heâs your best friend and heâs drunk!â When a whisper of your name, breathless and blissed out echoed in your head, you muttered to yourself, âokay, I need a cold shower.â
The water was lukewarm at best, but did little to cool your skin, flushed with arousal. You shouldnât have been thinking of Murphy as you lathered up your body, or when your hand ventured between your thighs, but you couldnât help it. He was all you had ever wanted: kind, loyal, funny, and exquisitely handsome. Reaching the precipice within moments, it didnât take long for the shame to descend upon you, the guilt of imagining your friend in such a manner.Â
âFuck.â You cursed your weakness, the fragility of your defenses when it came to the opposite sex. You had been burned so many times that it was only natural to assume that anything changing in your relationship with the manâincluding those depraved thoughtsâwould destroy what you had built with him.
Cleanâat least physicallyâyou crawled into bed and pulled your sheets up to your chin, covering your face with your hands. This had to stop. You were torturing yourself, it was bound to seep into reality eventually, ruining everything and ejecting him from your life.Â
It wasnât until there came a knock on your door that you jolted awake, only then realizing that you had fallen asleep. The morning light crept across the floor and laid warm against the sheets. You could stay there, warm and safe, and you could stay away from Murphyâat least until you could rid yourself of your yearning for him and what could never be.Â
The knock came again.Â
It was early, maybe 6am. The boys wouldnât have even rolled over in their beds. So who was at your door?
âHold your horses!â You barked, clambering out of bed and grabbing blindly for your robe. The front untied, you were in your camisole, sleep shorts, and bunny slippers, the soles loudly scuffing the floor as you reached for the doorknob. âYeah?â You asked lazily, scratching at your disheveled mane with one eye closed.Â
The man wasnât small. He was big and burly, donned in a trench coat over his button-up and slacks, the shoulder rig holding his twin pistols visible just behind the double breasted buttons. His grin was wicked.Â
âYouâre not here to sell me Girl Scout cookies, are you?â You squeaked, immediately attempting to slam the door but he was faster with a boot over the threshold. âMurââ You tried to yell before he tackled you with a hand over your mouth.Â
âBoys!â He grunted, his meaty fingers nearly covering your nose as well. It was difficult to breathe. Three more men entered, gazing around your apartment. None of their weapons were drawn. There was no way they could know that the boys lived just down the hall. âGive it a good going over. We want them to know that we were here.â His thick accent was easily recognizable. Italian.Â
Your eyes watered from how wide you held them, watching the goons raze your possessions as you were hauled to your feet, hand still silencing you.
âAre we gonna kill her, Luca? Send a message?â One of the men asked as he stepped on your jewelry box. You began to struggle, shouting behind the large palm until the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed roughly into your temple.Â
âNot unless she doesnât leave us a choice.â Then his sour breath was against your ear, the biting metal of the gun grinding against your skull. âYou hear that, doll? You be a good girl and youâll get to live. For now, at least.â He released you and uncovered your mouth, and you sank your teeth into your lip.
Yeah, fuck that.Â
Stomping his foot, you threw back a fist and connected with his groin, bolting for the door when he doubled over with a shout.Â
âMurphy! Murphy, Connor! Help! Murââ Your path was blocked, a hand fisting into your hair to slam you against the unforgiving wall.Â
âDonât kill her!â Luca ordered, catching his breath with a hand still cupping his crotch. âBoss wants her alive. Bait for the Saints.â Once he recovered, the bastard grabbed your arm and sharply yanked you away from the other man. The back of his hand snapped your head to the side. You fell onto your hip, catching yourself on your hands with a misting spray of blood from your mouth. âBehave, bitch, or Iâll just have to tell the boss that you pulled a gun and I had to put a few holes in you.â
âFuck you.â You spat.Â
âMaybe. Weâll see how the night goes.â He smirked, slapping your throbbing cheek with a mocking pat before giving the room a once over. âThatâs enough. Letâs get out of here beforeââ
The first shot came from the doorway, the sound muted by the long silencer on a handgun held just in view. The thump of a body hitting the floor from your right made you flinch. Murphy was still fully dressed, t-shirt and jeans rumpled from sleep, while Connor donned only his boxer shorts. Not exactly rescue attire, but you would laugh about it later.Â
Hopefully.Â
âGet down, lass!â Connor shouted as he stepped into the room. After an elbow to Lucaâs gut, you dropped and curled in on yourself, arms wrapping around your head.Â
You didnât dare watch the scene, the gunfire being enough of a motivator to keep you pinned to the floor. Something heavy hit your thigh and drew out a cry of protest. That was going to leave a bruise but it was substantially better than a bullet wound. If some contusions and lacerations were the extent of your injuries, youâd be fortunate.Â
Your belongings were shattering, wall plaster crumbling. There was shouting, wails of pain and rage. And you were cowering on the cold floor, your thoughts a myriad of fear, distress. The brothers could be dying and you were doing nothing.Â
Three quick huffs through your mouth, you amped yourself up but just as you unfolded, the room went silent. Was it over? Where were the boys? Palms on the floor, you dared to raise your head just as a hand softly gripped your arm. You drew back a fist. Fight or flight had been activated and youâd be damned if youâd run.Â
âEasy, love.â Murphyâs hand wrapped around your clenched one, gently urging you to lower it. âItâs over. Youâre safe, but we need to leave.â Striking blue eyes gave you a once over. âCan you stand?â You nodded. âUp we get then.â
âAre you okay?â You inquired, dizzy with concern and a possible concussion. There was a cut on his cheek,âthe graze of a bulletâblood trickling down his jaw.Â
âRight as rain, lass.â His hand dropped yours in favor of clasping your chin, turning your head left and right. You still tasted the iron on your tongue, felt the sting of the hand that had struck you.Â
âFine. Iâm fine.â
Connor shuffling behind him, Murphy narrowed his eyes. It was a moment before he seemed to accept your response and stepped around to your side. Hand pressed against the small of your back, he steered you towards the door.Â
âLetâs go then.â
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Getting Mouthy
Much longer ago than I care to think about at this point, I hit 400 followers on my main blog and decided to celebrate by taking smut requests. I wrote three and posted one before the huge ass block that shut me down for years settled in for real. She's not active anymore, but the lovely lovely kitkat-589 requested Murphy MacManus and dirty talk. I held off on posting in the hope I could finish a few more pieces and make it a proper event, but finally setting it loose sounds like a much better idea.
Pairing: Murphy x reader
Summary: Murphy isn't the only one in trouble when he runs his mouth
Word count: 1100ish
Tags: language, teasing, dirty talk, Murphy MacManus is a little shit
The crowd at McGinty's was loud and rowdy, but Murphy leaned in closer so she wouldn't miss a word. "Ye look fuckin amazing," he whispered, smiling as she giggled at the way his breath tickled her skin.
"I barely cleaned up after work," she argued as she gave him a playful shove back over onto his own barstool.
"Ye cleaned up just fine, love," Connor assured her on Murphy's other side. He winked at her as he tapped ash off the end of his cigarette and leaned against the bar. "Ye know ye always look lovely ta us. Now, this fucker, on the other handâŠ" He jabbed an elbow into Murphy's ribs, and Murphy smacked him over the back of the head in retaliation.
"Just fine," the dark-haired twin scoffed. "Fuckin jackass. Ye're a lot more than 'just fine.' Ye're the finest fuckin thing I've clapped eyes on, an that's a fact."
"How drunk are you, Murph?" she asked with a smile.
"Not even close." He finished off his beer and Doc replaced it without a word, but he hardly noticed, focused as he was on the woman beside him. "So...fuckin...beautiful," he said, and he leaned forward to bury his fingers in her hair and pull her close for a long kiss. She melted into it with a sigh before he drew away again and added, "If we weren't at this fuckin bar, I'd already have ye outta those clothes an beggin me ta fuck ye."
"Murphy!" The admonishment was in a sharp whisper, but her pleased smile belied her reprimand.
"Aye," he went on, "it's true. Been hard for ye since ye walked in here."
"Ssh!" She glanced at Doc, the closest potential eavesdropper, but he had already moved down the bar. "What if someone hears you talking like that?"
"Fuck em. What if we sneak off ta the bathroom an lock the door, an I eat yer pussy til ye're moanin my name? Ye think they'll hear us then?"
She made frantic shushing gestures with her hands, her expression caught between scandalized and aroused.
Murphy edged his barstool closer to hers and wrapped an arm around her, and she was tempted to take him up on his offer by the way he bent his head to her neck and kissed, bit, and sucked at her skin. "Christ, love," he murmured, "the things I wanna do to yeâŠ"
"Lord's name, Murphy," she reminded him. She glanced over at Connor, watching them from his place on Murphy's other side, and he merely shrugged at her with a look that said he'd be in his twin's place already if Murphy hadn't beaten him to it.
"Not ta worry, lass, there's always confession." Murphy's hand slid under her shirt, palm warm against her soft skin as he moved to the small of her back and drew her closer. "An speakin a which," he added softly, "I need ta confessâŠ" His mouth moved up along her neck until he could whisper directly into her ear, "I haven't stopped thinkin about how fuckin good it feels when ye come on my cock since the last time I had ye."
"Murph, that was last night."
"Aye, an I've been thinkin about it ever since."
"You need a hobby."
"Shaggin the livin daylights outta ye is my hobby."
"You need another hobby."
He had all but pulled her into his lap, and she braced with a hand against the bar as he leaned in for a kiss, lips and tongue still tasting of Guinness. "If no one was watchinâŠ" he murmured.
"They are," she reminded him, though she couldn't say if she really cared anymore.
"I'd strip ye bare a little at a time," he went on, "and taste every inch of ye as I did, until I could get ta that beautiful pussyâŠ"
She felt dizzy just listening to him and imagining him doing everything he was saying, or maybe Connor as well, because he still hadn't taken his eyes off her and Murphy.
"I'd tease ye open with my tongue," Murphy continued, pausing to kiss her again and run the tip of his tongue along the seam of her lips, "then I'd get a proper taste of ye, an ye'd be so sweet I couldn't help but devour ye."
Her breath caught in her throat, and she shifted slightly on the barstool. God, she was wetâŠ
"I'd suck yer clit until ye squirmed, and fuck ye with my fingers, but I wouldn't let ye come right away."
"Why not?" she asked. She probably knew the answer, but the way he was talking, he might as well say that, too.
"I'd get ye close," he answered, lifting his hand to trace her mouth with the tip of his thumb. "As close as I dared, over an over again until ye're ready ta rip me fuckin lungs out for teasing ye."
She nodded and bit her lip as she tried to ignore the needy ache in her cunt. "Yeah?"
"Aye. An just when ye couldn't take anymore, ye know what I'd do?"
He was killing her⊠"What would you do?"
He leaned in closer, his eyes piercing into her. "I'd get the fuck outta my clothes as fast as I fuckin could, an I'd ask yeâŠ"
"Yeah?"
That gaze was so intenseâŠ
"I'd ask ye, between me an Connor, who do ye think has the bigger cock?"
Connor burst out laughing.
She stared at Murphy, rattled by the conversation and blindsided by the sudden turn, then she turned back to the bar. "Doc!" she called. "Murphy needs to close his tab!"
"What?" Murphy asked, brow furrowed. "What the fuck for?"
"Because," she answered as she looked him over, "you and I are going to get out of here and go home, and I'm going to wind you up and drive you batshit fucking crazy, then leave you hanging until you've had a taste of your own medicine."
"I've warned ye, Murph," Connor chimed in from the stool next door, "ye keep teasing the lass the way ye do, it'll bite ye in the arse."
Murphy glanced between his brother and their lover, his stunned expression nearly comical.
She leaned in and combed her fingers into his hair to pull him close enough to whisper in his ear, "You still want a taste of my pussy, right?"
He swallowed audibly, and she could have laughed at how quickly the tables had turned. "Aye," he answered, "I do."
"Well, then." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and slowly walked away. "You better come get it."
Murphy only hesitated another moment before he paid his tab and hurried after her to leave Connor sitting at the bar, watching after them and shaking his head. He'd give them some time alone before he headed home. She deserved her revenge, and Murphy had earned some payback.
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