#murphy x femreader

[littlegodzilla]

Hiii honey!!

I'm here with your requests! Sorry if it takes me too long! You know I don't feel very confident with Murphy, but I tried to do my best.

I hope you'll like it!

Enjoy!!

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Domestic day with Murphy.

Murphy MacManus x Reader.

One shot.

Requested by: @livingdeadblondequeen

Warnings: Fluff and Smut.

Words: 2100.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @lilythemadqueen @darylsgarden @thefemininemystiquee @green-eyedladywrites @hail-yourselves @ruinedbythehobbit @xxtinasxxblog @ravenwings73 @spenciepoo338 @b-tchymoon @minervadashwood @darylssluttt @let-love-bleeds-red @ravendixon @livingdeadblondequeen

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You've been dating Murphy for a while, you love being with him, he's kind, caring, funny, sometimes a little childish, but that's part of his charm. You met at McGinty's one night by chance, you didn't use to transit that Boston neighborhood too much, but one of your coworkers was from that area and wanted to celebrate her birthday there. Today you are grateful for that decision.

At first you didn't pay much attention to the MacManus brothers, then you found out that Murphy and Connor were twins, they were just a bunch of guys drinking and talking too loud, as would happen in any pub.

"Like good Irishmen." Joked one of your friends making the whole group laugh.

As the night wore on, however, you approached the bar to ask the nice gentleman for another round of drinks when a flash of blue caught your eye. Murphy wasn't looking directly at you, he was talking to another friend, Rocco, smoking absentmindedly and laughing at the nonsense his companion was spouting. He was cute, with that innocent little face and shy smile, you have to admit he caught your attention. He noticed you were watching them and smiled waving, lifting his beer slightly from the bar and you did the same before returning to the table with the rest of your friends. It was evident in the group of men that there was silence, but then you didn't pay attention anymore.

After that night you hung out in the pub on other weekends, until one day you and Murphy finally dared to talk.

Since then you already have a stable relationship, your group has expanded, your friends have joined their friends and brother, which makes everything more comfortable when it comes to planning free time and also that you can enjoy Murphy alone sometimes. You adore Connor, you can always count on him, you have fun and take his advice when he gives it, but sometimes they take that 'Twins go everywhere together' thing a little too seriously. You've never argued about it, you understand their bond and he understands that sometimes it's good to have a moment to yourselves.

Now you regret it. A little.

Murphy is like a fucking stove, you can't explain why, but his body gives off an excess of heat that night is weighing you down. It's been a while since you've shared your bed with someone, you've gotten used to taking up as much space as possible and now you don't have that possibility, besides that, Murphy likes to sleep glued to you, hugging you with arms and legs, at first you found it adorable and loved it. Now he is making it impossible for you to sleep and you are starting to get frustrated.

You reposition yourself in his arms once more, Murphy loosens his grip to get you settled and then wraps his arms around you again, you can't stop in time and snap. He grunts low, clearly he's been awake as long as you have.

"Can ya stop already?" he asks you in a tired tone.

"It's your fault, why are you so hot?" you defend yourself.

"I've never heard ya complain 'bout how hot I can be." He pushes his hips against you and you roll your eyes.

"I'm serious, Murphy, you're like a stove." You try to push him off, but he clings to your body, preventing you from moving him.

The conversation ends there, but you still can't sleep, you roll over once more trying to find some cool spot on the mattress to regulate your temperature, but to no avail, you feel your boyfriend's hand on your butt where he gives you a little spank. Far from annoying you, your whole body shivers.

"I said stop." You grunt once more.

"I can't, it's too hot in here." You protest again and hear him mumbling in a language you don't understand. "If you have something to say to me..." You don't finish the sentence, Murphy turns your body and stands over you, pinning your wrists against the mattress.

"Yes lass, I gotta somethin' to tell ya." His voice sounds a tone deeper than normal and you swallow nervously. "If ya don't stop complainin' 'bout the fuckin' heat, I swear to God I''m gonna give ya reasons to be hot."

Okay, that's supposed to be a threat, but your body bursts into flames, now you're hot and wet. Thank you Murphy MacManus.

"With that mouth do you pray to your God, MacManus?" You challenge him and feel him tense up on you.

"Don't play with me, love..."

"Or what?" He can't see you, but you're sure he knows you're smiling.

Murphy doesn't answer, he simply kisses you eagerly, his mouth devouring yours, his tongue makes its way tangling with your tongue, making you gasp, but that doesn't stop his need for you. You quickly make room for him between your legs, he settles in rubbing his cock hidden in his briefs against your core. Your panties get even wetter and you move your hips in time with him. Murphy stops kissing you, his lips move down your neck, his hands release your wrists to encompass your tits above the fabric of your nightgown, he squeezes and massages until your nipples are hard against the fabric. You sigh arching your back as his mouth closes over your tit, licking your nipple, making the nightgown cling to your skin, getting slight shivers to run through you.

"Murphy..." You place your hands on his shoulders, but he stops, pinning you down again, putting your arms above your head.

"No touch." He warns you. "Ya've been whinin' all fuckin' night, well, now it's yer turn for punishment." He explains and you bite your lip. "Ain't make that face, I can't see ya, but I know yer enjoyin' it, ya lil' pervert." He scolds you, but a giggle escapes him, just as it does you.

You fumble for the lamp on your bedside table and turn it on. The light it gives off is orange and very dim, but it's enough for you to see each other. You see Murphy smiling again, leaning over your body kissing you, slower this time, taking his time, still passionate, stealing your breath as his tongue brushes yours. His hands run up your nightgown until he pulls it off your body and back to your neck, down your collarbone and again he plays with your nipples until he makes you tremble, your hands close on the headboard of the bed to control you.

"Y'think I could make ya cum just by touchin' yer nipples?" he whispers the question and you mumble, closing your eyes. "Maybe another day, love." He kisses your neck and moves down your belly, bites the soft skin of your belly and keeps moving down until his tongue finds what he's looking for.

"Murphy!" You arch again and the wood creaks under your grip. His mouth stretches into a smile before sucking on your clit. "For the love of God...!" you cry out shuddering, spreading your legs wider.

"Don't swear in vain, darlin'." He tells you, separating himself a few millimeters from your skin, his hot breath giving you goosebumps.

"Fuck you..." You protest and feel him laugh.

"Oh no, lass, I'm gonna fuck ya." He says and his tongue runs along your folds. "So good, so hard yer gonna go unconscious and never complain about the heat again." He assures you, you want to tease him, but his mouth attacks your pussy again and you lose any thread of conversation.

Your moans get louder, you sigh and gasp every time his nose rubs your clit, his mouth roams your pussy and his tongue fucks you relentlessly. You never get used to the passion Murphy puts into it when you're together, how intense everything becomes when his hands are all over you. How high he makes you come, leaving you breathless, trembling under his control, wanting more.

Your heart doesn't stop beating fast as your pussy contracts, Murphy pulls away licking his lips, his fingers enter you and you hiss through your teeth, his walls still spasming little from your orgasm and he pulls his fingers out, pressing the tip of his cock against your clit, rubbing it in your folds, wetting it with your flow.

"So needy... so ready for me." He grunts without looking away from you, your hands still gripping the headboard of the bed, your gaze clouded with pleasure. "Ya wanna me to fuck ya, honey?"

"Please..." You ask him. "Please, Murph..."

"Come on, say it." He whispers and his cock presses against your pussy, but doesn't quite make it in.

"Please, please fuck me, Murphy." You beg and hold your legs to keep yourself exposed for him.

Murphy grunts at the sight of you and guides his length inside you, when the tip is in, he stops, holds onto the headboard of the bed and thrusts hard, entering you in one thrust, making you scream, the Irishman doesn't stop, he starts a fast, intense rhythm, quickly bringing you to your limit again, rolling your eyes, holding to his back, clawing at his skin. Screaming his name with every thrust.

"That's it, baby, scream my name, let everyone know who fucks ya so good." He mumbles without stopping.

Sometimes it surprises you how dirty he can get during sex. He's never been a demure guy, but that part of him turns you on even more.

You feel his thrusts start to become increasingly erratic, seeking his own relief, you smile and squeeze around his cock to give him more pleasure. Murphy moans and snorts, his hands grip your ass and his nails dig into your skin, that sensation also increases your pleasure as you feel Murphy empty himself inside you with a hoarse moan.

You hold each other in that position for a few moments, catching your breath, you can't help but let out a giggle and Murphy kisses your neck several times before settling in next to you, hugging you again.

"Can we sleep now, lass?" he jokes and you nod.

You snuggle into his arms and close your eyes, Murphy smiles against your hair and kisses your head before mimicking you, ready to sleep too. No more than two hours pass when your eyes open again. You're not hot now, in fact, you're comfortable in your boyfriend's arms, but your stomach rumbles and you sigh pushing Murphy's arm away from your body.

"What is it now?"

"I'm hungry." You say flatly, climbing out of bed, grabbing your clothes off the floor.

"Yer gonna kill me, I swear." He growls, covering his face with the pillow.

"Don't get up, go to sleep, I'll be back in a bit." You promise him by walking out of the room leaving him to sleep.

But he can't sleep either, now that you've kept him awake, he can hear you moving around the house, back and forth, you don't make a sound, you always try to be quiet, but he can still hear you. He sighs getting out of bed, puts on his boxers and leaves the room.

He stops at the kitchen door when he sees you dancing around, preparing something for dinner, you're wearing his black t-shirt and your underwear, he half smiles biting his thumb nail as you lean over and put the food in the oven. He walks towards you and wraps his arms around your waist. You can't help but jump in his arms and laugh.

"You idiot, you scared me."

"It's yer fault, ya can't be that sexy and pretend I'm ain't touchin' ya." He whispers in your ear, kissing your neck. You purr closing your eyes, caressing his hands on your belly.

"Murphy..."

"What yer makin'?" he asks curiously.

"Pizza."

"I fuckin' love ya, lass, y'know that?" He says against your skin and you laugh again.

"Murphy, stop it, or we'll go without food."

"I can eat other things." He tells you in a husky voice and your skin crawls with goose bumps.

You feel his hands continue to caress your body just as his mouth continues to roam over your skin, you close your eyes leaning back against his chest, letting him do with you what he wants, but after a few minutes, you push him away and stare at each other. You smile, he has eyes darkened with lust.

"Behave yourself, MacManus, or God will punish you." You joke taking the pizza out of the oven leaving it on the table.

"Fuck God."

You can't even open your mouth, surprise in your eyes, before you can blink Murphy lifts you off the floor to sit on the counter and kisses you again with intensity.

You're sure no one is having pizza for dinner that night and certainly no one is going to sleep.

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The End.

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Thanks for the requests!

I hope you liked it!!

See you all in the next stories❤

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[writersmilex]

A Good Man

Murphy Pendleton X Fem | Reader

Summary: (Y/n) gets severely injured by a monster and Murphy helps her with her wounds and to recover.

(A/N): I just wrote this! I'm quite proud of it. And you all need to see this. I said that I'd write for Silent Hill, right?

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It's the monsters like the Minions that intimidated her the most. It reminded (Y/n) of the time she had a violent ex-con as a neighbour, who threatened her multiple times. When she called the police on him, he went back to prison, this time without parole.

Not to mention that these monsters are admittedly much stronger than she is. If she doesn't have a weapon she is pretty much screwed.

There was a group of monsters that attacked her and Murphy, Screamers and a Minion nearly surrounding the two. Murphy was fighting back the Screamers, leaving (Y/n) to fend against the deformed prisoner. She was able to land a few good hits on the monster with a metal pipe. But then the weapon-turned-tool gets knocked out of her hands by the Minion and she instinctively backs away, raising her hands to not get hit. Just as she feared, the Minion launches at her to attack her. (Y/n) yelps upon feeling a painful impact on her arms, being knocked back, falling to the ground, and getting the air knocked out of her. "(Y/n)!" She can hear Murphy call with concern, switching his focus to the Minion and swinging The fire axe he is holding tightly in the monster's direction. (Y/n) scrambles to get back up, looking around hastily for her weapon.

As Murphy is too occupied with the Minion. One Screamer got back up ready to attack again, screeching and flailing its arms at (Y/n) to hurt her.

(Y/n) screams in pain as the needle-like claws of the screamer puncture her skin in several places. Too injured to keep going, (Y/n) drops to the ground with a thud. Murphy finally beats the Minion down, whipping around to see what happened to (Y/n).

"No! (Y/N)!!" Murphy doesn't think twice but charges at the monster and swings his axe in its face. In a blind rage, he slams the blade down into the creature's flesh several times, dead blood splatters freely as he makes sure it's as good as dead. "Stay away from her!" He growls once the monster has finally stopped moving, dropping the axe and rushing to (Y/n)'s side and kneeling to her. Worry is evident in his features.

"Oh god... (Y/n)." His hands shake with adrenaline, reaching over to grab her arm and guide it over his shoulder, struggling to pick her up but eventually getting her up to drag her to a slightly safer place, inside of an abandoned house.

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Murphy grunts as he pulls his companion into the rather dark house after kicking the front door open, planning to place her down at the next best spot he can find, and that's the old sofa in the middle of the room.

"There you go..." he gingerly places her down on the rough cushions, lifting her legs up to get her to rest. Her head rested on an abandoned pillow.

He is lucky that he's got a First Aid kit on him, he would dare think about what he'd do if he hadn't...

"It's gonna be fine... It'll be fine.," Murphy mutters, not sure if she can even hear him. He might as well be talking to himself again just to fill in the deafening silence.

However, he is quick to pull up (Y/n)'s shirt to inspect the bleeding gash that looked painful, didn't look too bad, he's not very sure what to make of it, he is not a doctor by any stretch.

It looks like she might need stitches, but there's not a needle or threat in the kit, he'll have to do with what he has.

Dressing the biggest wound first, Murphy then moves on to the slightly smaller one on (Y/n)'s arm... That one looks not as bad as the one on her stomach. Wrapping it up neatly as well. Furthermore, Murphy doesn't see any other injuries that require his attention, other than faint bruises and minor scratches that would heal on their own. She should be fine... right?

Murphy looks up to inspect (Y/n)'s face, unconscious, but hopefully not for long. Moving the hair away from her face, it almost looks like she's asleep.

He could feel that her skin was quite cold to the touch. Prompting him to move away from her looking for something that he could burn in a small fire, perhaps he could warm up too and not get sick after walking through the rain this whole time, together with (Y/n).

It was easy for Murphy to start a small fire, he had a lighter and there were enough dry sticks and luckily this house had a fireplace. The fire reminds him of those times he went camping with his son... He misses Charlie so much...

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Everything aches once (Y/n) wakes up, she can hardly move. At least what she is lying on is comfortable, on a dusty sofa. Moving hurts her arms and legs, but she still tries. Squirming against the cushions with a groan, attempting to sit up.

"Don't strain yourself." Comes a tired voice, followed by a crackle of a campfire. "Murphy?" Her voice was weak and hoarse, but he could hear it nonetheless. He stands up from the chair he was sitting in by the fireplace, reaching (Y/n) and looking over her injuries just to check. "You okay?" He asks, he already half expects her answer. "I feel terrible..." She replies, squirming to get more comfortable. Murphy hums in acknowledgement, he is satisfied that none of the injuries look worse than they did before upon inspecting them. "Did you do this?" (Y/n) asks quietly, gesturing to the bandages wrapped around her wounds for them to heal. Murphy remains quiet, nodding rather sheepishly in confirmation. "Couldn't just let you bleed out there, could I?" He states, moving back to sit down by the fires, mindlessly poking the burning fuel into the flames. (Y/n) can feel the warmth from the soul heat source, it helps to clear her trembling skin. "How could I repay you?" (Y/n) questions, Murphy shrugs in response, "Don't let it happen again... Scared the shit out of me." He confesses, his gaze remaining on the fireplace. (Y/n)'s head moves back to stare at the rotting ceiling of the abandoned house, paint peeling off, cobwebs put in their place instead.

Then she turns to glance at the ex-con again, he remains seated in the chair by the fireplace to keep an eye on the heat source, his features melancholy. She can do nothing but wonder what he is thinking about. Even as a prison Janitor, she never knew which inmate was in for what. Not that she could care about it in any way, but sometimes she can't help but wonder what the most quiet and reserved prisoner did to get where he is now. And she never asked Murphy what he did. From the way he acted, she assumed it was a touchy subject.

But he saved her life regardless, and he wants very little in return. And that attitude proves one thing to (Y/n).

"You're a good man, Murph," she says with sincerity in her voice. Murphy stops messing with the little fire and freezes up for a moment. He doesn't believe her statement to be true at all. He has done really bad things. And then this prison Janitor has the nerve to call him 'good'.

Murphy chortles, "I highly doubt that..." he says, gazing into the small flames.

His comment makes (Y/n) let out a painful laugh, clutching her injured side. "You just saved my life, Murphy! And you just met me. Surely that must mean something." She states, her head leaning to the side looking at the dishevelled man, his back towards her as he pokes the small fire he made with a stick. He doesn't meet her eye. "You like me," she claims, almost in a teasing tone of voice that causes him to chuckle, looking over his shoulder to meet her eye, "Yeah... Keep telling yourself that." He teases back, making her laugh even harder. Her laughter is short-lived as she groans in pain. "Really though. You're a good man if you're willing to save a life. So, thank you for that." (Y/n)'s tone turns serious, and Murphy's expression softens a little. He is not sure how to take the clear compliment, so he turns his eyes to the fire once again, making his face feel warmer than it should, "Yeah... No problem..." He replies after a second of silence that quickly returns.

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There are too few stories with this man, he deserves more. So I made this!

Enjoy it. 

Thanks for reading.

- Smilex

#x reader #reader insert #imagines #fluff #femreader #angst #hurt/comfort #silent hill #silent hill x reader #silent hill downpour #murphy pendleton #murphy pendleton x reader

[tylerxrbtwhp]

Personal Favourite Fanfics | Cillian Murphy/IRL |

NOTE: This is entirely my favourites so if it offense any of you, I don't care. It might seem mean, but this is how everyone is. P.S: ISTG I'm actually nice 💀

IN REAL LIFE PART 1 Cillian Murphy: Call me Cillian https://www.tumblr.com/mypoisonedvine/724775410006671360/ahuh-yeah-so-this-this-is-good?source=share Practice Makes Perfect https://www.tumblr.com/burnyouwithacigarettelighter/726757749793456128/practice-absolutely-does-make-it-perfect?source=share Barbenheimer https://www.tumblr.com/starkwlkr/723804939463360512/barbenheimer-cillian-murphy?source=share If I let you go https://look-at-the-soul.tumblr.com/post/697195381112651776/one-shot-master-list-an-so-i-finally-got-this Love War https://causeimhappinesss.tumblr.com/post/177658470794/embed You have something on your face https://mythos-writes.tumblr.com/post/679096768752943104/you-have-something-on-your-face Proud https://storiesforallfandoms.tumblr.com/post/616219300227940352/proud-cillian-murphy New Change https://running-on-fanfiction.tumblr.com/post/186539015619/cillian-murphy-new-change Break https://peakyscillian.tumblr.com/post/653976957987454976/break-cillian-murphy-x-femreader-one-shot The Wrong Path https://causeimhappinesss.tumblr.com/post/175118227074/the-wrong-path-cillian-murphy-x-reader That's a Wrap! https://www.tumblr.com/graveyard-stray/743095097772654592/just-saw-the-wanting-to-write-x-autisticreader?source=share

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #cillian murphy rpf #cillian murphy imagine #cillian x fem!reader #cillian x reader #cillian murphy smut

[absurd-ash]

I have an idea I’ve been meaning to try! Ever heard of Milo Murphy’s law?

Can I have a request of female reader who has a “ seeing things on the bright side ” attitude yet she has incredibly bad luck but always somehow turns it into something good? Like using her backpack or anything near her to get out of herself and friends out of a sticky situation.

Look On The Bright Side

{Wukong x FemReader}

When he first met you, to say he was shocked would be an understatement

I mean, how can someone who had such terrible bad luck but so happy and outgoing? Someone who always looks on the bright side

Although, he kind of wishes that he could be like that as well, lets just say he had some pretty bad luck in the past, and he would do anything to have the kind of positive thinking you have

He also finds your whole bag thing weird

not in a "Oh thats kind of weird way"

No, I mean in a "HOW THE FRICK DID YOU PULL THAT FROM OUT OF YOUR SMALL BAG??"kind of weird

Will honestly be concerned on how your bag hasn't broken already from all the shit you keep in it

Also, I think we all know that this man isn't a big worrier, but when it come to you? He worries his ass off

I mean, could you blame him? With all the bad situations you get yourself in?

He's not taking his eyes off of you for a second, and on the rare occasion that he does, you can bet that he's using all of his other sense to keep track of you

This man is listening to you to make sure you dont leave him and go anywhere you shouldn't be going

Whenever he's at the Flower Fruit Mountain and your in the city with Mk and the other's, he's communicating to Mk through Astral Projection to see if you are alright, Mk can't and will not have a break from his worrying

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Hi! Sorry this one is so short! I'm writing this very late and im also using that as an excuse on why it's so odd and out there if you know what I mean. Maybe you dont. I shouldn't be writing this with my sleep deprived ass. Anyway, hope you enjoyed and drink water and sleep.

#lego monkie kid #lmk x reader #x reader #lmk #sun wukong x reader #lmk sun wukong

[softpascalito]

javier peña x f!dea!reader - we got your back.

Summary: You work as a new DEA agent alongside Peña and Murphy. A not-so-kind colleague reveals more about you than you would like. Protectiveness and fluff ensues.

aka

my friend wrote me some hurt/comfort headcanons and i turned them into a small something :)

Relationships: Javier Peña x FemReader (can be read as romantic or platonic)

WC: ~4200

Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mention of Canon-Typical Violence, No beta we die like Colonel Carrillo, Family Issues, They arent specified but reader is implied to be from a dysfunctional family, Steve is here too

AO3 LINK // PART 2 // PART 3 (on tumblr)

Notes:

hello!

there is a mention of the readers dysfunctional family in this story. if you relate to that in any way, please always remember that you are worthy of healthy love. it exists. seek help or advice if you need it. toxic environments arent forever. if you need to talk, my inbox is always open.

i havent written anything in a while and english is not my first language so please be kind and leave a comment if you like it <3 _______________________________

Chapter 1

You had been in Bogotá for less than three months and while the past weeks had been filled with too little sleep, too much coffee and the daily fear of being targeted by a sicario , you had developed somewhat of a routine in the new environment. This was in large parts due to work at the Embassy. With Bogotá traffic being, well, Bogotá traffic, there'd been several days where you'd just bunked down on your office floor instead of going home to your bed which eventually had led to both Javier and Steve and now you always keeping a spare pillow and blanket around the office to make it slightly more comfortable. The most homey part about the Embassy however, were the people. Not just the two agents you were assigned to assist, hell, not even just the DEA department. Everyone helped each other out wherever they could. Being a gringo in Colombia with a drug lord promising a nice sum of money for your head was impossible to bear by yourself. And only almost impossible to bear with a bunch of people who were in the same position as you. You got along with almost everyone at the embassy. Almost everyone . The harsh contrast to your other, kind colleagues was a DEA secretary: Raquel Vázquez. She had been throwing obstacles and hateful glances your way as soon as you had arrived. You weren't even sure why she hated you so much. She was the wife of another agent and as spouses were not allowed to work anywhere but the embassy, she was stuck with her desk job, spending the day signing off letters, faxing intel to Washington and her favorite pass-time: taunt you for whatever she could come up with. “Hey, are you even listening?” Steve is crouched down in front of your desk and waving his hand through your line of sight, trying to grab your attention. Almost immediately there is a dramatic, loud sigh from the other side of the room:” How do you expect her to function on a job like this if she can't even manage to function within her own family?” Raquel snaps before rolling her eyes and pretending to look at the documents in front of her. Your head practically whips around as your brain processes what she just said. How the hell does that bitch know about your family situation? “I- I need to get a refill,” you mumble as you get up abruptly and grab your coffee mug, your old chair screeching as it is pushed back. Suddenly you're feeling a lot smaller as you navigate your way through the desks and flee to the small kitchen down the hall. You almost collide with Javier, who is just getting back from a meeting. You squeeze past him, not even giving him a chance to tease you. If one more person gets on your nerves, you are surely going to cry and you do not need that in front of your colleagues. Least of all in front of Raquel.

“Is everything alright with her?” Javier asks as he walks over to Steve, who is still kneeling in front of your desk and staring at the doorway you just left through. He slowly stands up and turns his attention towards the secretary, casually leaning over your now abandoned desk with crossed arms as his angry gaze bores into Raquel's skull. His eyes not leaving her, he turns towards Javi:” Do you know Y/N's family?” He asks bluntly. Javier seems somewhat taken aback by the question. He ponders for a few moments, his furrowed eyebrows forming a deep line on his forehead as he slowly shakes his head:'' I don't think she's ever mentioned them. Didn't come up. Why?” Steve's gaze is still on the secretary, knowing that she is listening in to every and each of their words:” Raquel mentioned them.” He raises his voice slightly:” How did you put it? Dysfunctional ?” Javi clenches his jaw as he turns to the woman as well. With a few quick strides, he approaches her desk and almost slams his hands down on it.

“Señora Vázquez.” His voice is barely more than an angry, deep grumble. The woman jumps slightly as she looks up at him as he towers over her. Before she can even open her mouth, he continues:” Don't you think the higher ups would be interested in the fact that you prioritize the private life of your coworkers over your actual work?” At the implication of his words, a panicked look appears on Raquel's features:” I don't know what you're talking about.” Giving her a warning look, Javier turns on his heels and follows you, muttering a “gonorrea de fea” under his breath.

You are standing in the small kitchen space, your elbows resting on the counter as you hold your head in your hands. The empty cup that had served as your makeshift alibi is standing next to you, forgotten. You hear the footsteps just in time to scramble back up and clutch the empty mug in your hands as you try and put on a nonchalant face. Judging by the way Javier is looking at you, you're not doing a very good job. He has been leaning against the doorframe and is now slowly stepping towards you:” I didn't mean to startle you.” You notice he has activated what Steve and you always call his “puppy face”. There is a softness in his brown eyes that you know is reserved for those closest to him as he leans against the counter next to you. “I- It's fine I just …” You stumble over your own words, too upset to find a quick excuse for your behavior and lie to him. The truth is, you're not entirely sure you want to lie to him. Not when he is standing so close to you, looking at you with that stupid, heart-melting look in his eyes. “I heard about what happened,” Javi interrupts your rather unsuccessful attempt at explaining yourself. So whatever excuse you have ready, I don't need to hear it.

He gently reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear before stepping closer and taking the empty mug out of your hands. He notices that it's empty. He doesn't mention it. Instead, he reaches around you to place it on the counter before gently pulling you into his embrace. Javier isn't really a hugging person. Hell, you aren't either. But he holds you close, gently stroking your back and you feel whatever resolve you had left about allowing him to comfort you evaporating into thin air.

“You know Steve and I always got your back, right?” He mumbles, his voice low. You can feel his lips on your forehead as he ever so gently places a small kiss on it. You know he is expecting an answer but you feel as if opening your mouth will also open the floodgates so you simply nod your head. He sighs softly:” Good, good. I also want you to know that if you need someone, you can come to me anytime. Day, night, fucking lunchbreak, I dont care.”

Leaning back just enough so he can see you, Javi gently lifts your chin up with his hand, forcing you to lock eyes with him to make sure you can see that he actually means his words.

“I'm here for you, cariño and I'm not going anywhere, okay?”

“Yeah,” you manage to breathe out, your heart bursting with love and appreciation for the man in front of you. Smiling, satisfied, Javier presses another small kiss to your temple before letting go of you to pour you a new coffee. He adds a large splash of milk, just as you like it and insists on carrying it back to your desk for you. As you make your way through the hallway, just before you walk through the large door that leads into the DEA office, he stops in his tracks, turning to you with a smirk on his face.

“You also know that I'll put everything into getting Raquel fired if she ever bothers you again, don't you?” A laugh escapes you before you can help it and you gently nudge him to go on:” Im counting on it.”

You could swear it's the biggest grin you've ever seen on his face. _________________________________

thank you for reading, you lovely people. and a huge thank you to my friend hannah who wrote me the headcanons that i made into this small story. she is the true genius behind it and an absolutely amazing person, ily <3 comments or feedback are always very appreciated and truly make my day <3

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[spinningwebsandtales]

Imagine Drunken Kisses With Connor and Murphy MacManus

Rating: T+

Warnings: Mentions of drinking, bars, fluffy and steamy drunk kisses

(A/N:) Happy St. Patrick’s Day! It’s been soooo long, honestly too long since I’ve written these two cuties! But I’m back and this was just self indulgence on my part! XD So hopefully my fellow MacManus fangirls will enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! Also I am terrible at writing Irish talk so forgive me and overlook it! *hides face* Until next time happy reading! ~Countess

Connor MacManus X FemReader

Connor had promised early that morning that he wasn’t going to be home until late. He had begged for weeks for you to be able to take off and enjoy St. Patrick’s Day with him, but with two employees quitting and an understaffed crew there was no way for you to get the day off. His tradition of bar hopping had to go on without you. So while you worked the day away, Connor tried to enjoy time with his twin brother. Before you had come along, Murphy had always been enough to enjoy the annual festivities but now they both had grown so attached to you, it just wasn’t the same without you. Especially when they knew that you were stuck working and had no chances to leave until the work day was over. 

With one last push you finished your day and started home. It was too late to meet up with Connor so you stopped by the local restaurant close to your home to grab something to eat. Though you probably wouldn’t see him, you were glad that Connor was out there enjoying himself. You could make do with something tasty for supper and a good movie on the TV. You watched the city bustle as you continued on your walk home, humming a cheery tune as the streetlamps began to illuminate the streets one by one. This was always your favorite time of the day, everything seemed so peaceful as employees from all over were making their ways home and restaurants were lively with customers after a hard day at the office. It made you feel a part of the festivities when you sung a little bit of an Irish tune that was playing from the speakers of one of the local bars. Connor had taught you a few songs, though you had to cringe every time you tried as you butchered the lyrics. He would always just laugh and encourage you onwards before rewarding your attempts with little kisses.

You didn’t worry about him or think about him cheating on you, cause Connor never gave you a reason to think about such things. So you were able to enjoy the peace and quiet of your house before it was time for bed. You could still hear the lively streets outside as you laid there in the dark. It made you giggle at the thought of how many people would be calling in to work in the morning due to horrible hangovers. Connor and Murphy were definitely going to be two of them in the hoard of hungover celebrators. Exhaustion from your long day made sleep easy to find and as soon as your head hit the pillow you were out like a light.

You didn’t know what time it was when you felt the bed dip down, your heart jumped in your chest as you feared that someone had broke in. That wasn’t far from the truth as Connor’s drunken humming filled the room. You hadn’t given him a key to your apartment just yet but if he wanted inside bad enough he would find a way.

“Connor,” you yawned.

“Aye,” he grunted while pulling off his boots.

“Why are you here? I have to work in the morning.”

“Murph gettin’ on m’ nerv’s I needed a place t’ stay f’r th’ night,” Connor slurred a little bit before he finally got his last boot tugged off. He chucked it across the room in frustration as if it had offended his heritage.

“Not so loud,” you gave him a gentle whack on the shoulder.

“S’rry.”

Once he settled down you started to drift off asleep again. You groaned in protest when an arm encircled your waist pulling you into Connor’s chest. You liked your room dark when it came to sleeping so you couldn’t even see the hand in front of your face if you wanted to. So you couldn’t see Connor as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, his presence becoming more intoxicating by the second. He lazily pushed your hair out of his way to expose your skin. He began to kiss slowly, his five o’ clock shadow brushing against you causing you to shiver. He moved upwards going to the side of your neck, before moving to the bottom of your jaw, and then your cheek.

“Connor,” you squeaked.

“Mmm?”

“What are you doing?”

“Kissin’ ya,” he purred moving your face towards him. You still couldn’t see him and besides hearing the hammering of your heart you could hear a drunk man singing in the streets. You wanted to sleep and get ready for your day tomorrow but now all you could think about was Connor when his lips covered yours. He still tasted of the booze he had consumed all day and it was making him a little sloppy as he moved slowly against you. You could easily keep up despite being exhausted, as you were sober. You found yourself becoming quickly intoxicated by him though as the kiss seemed never ending. Finally Connor pulled away stroking your cheek before he finally passed out. You snorted as his snores now filled the room as your heart still hammered violently against your chest.

Murphy MacManus X FemReader

As St. Patrick’s Day loomed over the horizon, you and the other bartenders employed at the local establishment had used all week to prepare. Everyone was expecting large numbers of people that were going to be out to celebrate the holiday. The MacManus brothers were definitely going to be two in that crowd of people as they had warned you as such. You had been dating Murphy for some time but you both really didn’t get to do a lot together as majority of the time you were working. And despite him wanting to enjoy celebrating with you on the other side of the bar, it was just too much to ask to take the day off as your boss wanted to be prepared for the large number of customers. Booze littered every part of the backroom and behind the bar as you and the other tenders were loaded and prepared for the rush.

You were losing track of time as you filled glass after glass of whatever your customers wanted. You were certain you had removed a record of bottle caps in just this night alone. You had spotted Connor and Murphy come through the door but you couldn’t manage more than a wave towards them, which they returned but you didn’t see as another order took your attention away. You were losing stamina as the night continued on and on with no break in sight. You were given small breaks but they weren’t long enough as everyone was getting overwhelmed with keeping up without you. So tirelessly you worked and worked wanting to make this as fun as you could for all the celebrators.

One celebrator was not very happy at all as he sat at a table with his older brother, nursing another beer that he didn’t know the number of at this point. Empty shot glasses littered around him but still he glared at the bar and the many men surrounding you.

“Wha’s th’ look f’r Murph,” Connor slurred a little wobbly in his seat.

“Not’in’,” Murphy growled still glaring holes in the bar. But most of his wrath was towards the man talking to you and making you laugh.

“Sure don’ look like not’in’ t’ me.”

“Min’ ya bus’ness,” he warned. Connor shook his head while chuckling into his beer. 

Finally the rush hour died down and you were able to finally get a break that you needed all night. You wiped your hands on the apron tied around your waist and wiped the sweat from your brow. You didn’t realize how many people wanted the excuse to drink in abundance this night. You didn’t even have a chance to talk to the twins, other than the few times you were able to fill their glasses or hand them another bottle. You were sure Murphy would be in a bad mood by the lack of attention, but it wasn’t like you had done it on purpose. You decided to go find them if they were even still around and appease him. You had just pushed yourself from the wall to go find them when a hand grabbed your arm and pushed you back into the wall. You opened your mouth, ready to give the person in front of you a piece of your mind when Murphy’s face came into your vision. You snapped your mouth closed as you took in his bleary eyes and staggering body.

“Sorry Murph,” you apologized, “it’s been so busy tonight I really wanted to see you and Connor more.”

You didn’t get to say anything else before Murphy took your lips, kissing you roughly, his tongue entering your mouth as you could do nothing but stand there in shock. You tried kissing him back but he was so messy and drunk that you couldn’t find a rhyme or reason in the rhythm of his movements.

“Don’ t’lk about m’ bro’her,” he grunted finally releasing you and leaving you breathless.

You laughed cupping his cheek, “Sorry.”

You kissed him softly, hoping to show him that you still loved him. You wish you could have enjoyed the night drinking with him but instead you were making other’s nights enjoyable while Murphy had sat around and pouted. You wanted to make it up to him and Connor as you moved them up to the bar and entertained them the rest of the night with all the tricks you had learned just for this occasion. You also knew if you got Murphy drunk enough he wouldn’t be so cranky. Despite the holiday being crazy there’s no part of you that hated St. Patrick’s Day as it brought your two favorite people in your life into the little bar you worked at and stay for hours. No complaints would be uttered on your lips as you cracked open two more bottles and set them before the MacManus brothers ready to continue on no matter what came.

#Connor MacManus X Reader #Connor MacManus / Reader #Murphy MacManus X Reader #Murphy MacManus / Reader #The Boondock Saints #Connor MacManus #Murphy Macmanus #The Boondock Saints Imagine #Imagine #Not My Gif #My Writing

[hookhausenschips]

Juicy Fic

Pairing: HOOK x Black!FemReader

Word Count: 1357 words.

Summary: Imani & Daejah make their secret debut, surprising a few people along the way.

Warnings: N/A

Masterlist

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Sneaky

Imani’s POV

Tonight is the night Daejah and I make our debut here on the debut of Collision. Fans have been speculating for months wondering where we would end up once our contracts with NJPW ended. After fixing my outfit taking the hood down and my hair, We start to walk into the arena here in Elmont We were going to be snuck into the arena since our debut was a surprise for the fans and the rest of the roster. We were met by security who escorted us to Tony’s office. We shook Tony’s hand once we entered his office. “Good afternoon ladies, I hope your flight was alright.” He said as we sat for our meeting. “It was good, nothing too hectic.” Daejah answered. I nodded. “Great! So here’s the run down of tonight.”

After leaving Tony’s office security took us to one of the empty locker room’s that wasn’t being used. The show had already started by the time we arrived, seeing that CM Punk was back as well as some others. Daejah looked at me as we watched Buddy Murphy go against Andrade. “Does Kaeden know we’re here?” She asked. I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and shook my head. “I haven’t told him anything, he still thinks we’re in Japan for the most part.” Speaking of my older brother my phone started ringing showing he was FaceTiming me. I moved to a wall opposite of the room while Daejah turned down the volume on the tv. “There she is!” He said smiling. “What’s up Kae?” I asked. “Just sitting in catering with the lads, I figured you and Daejah would be asleep right now. You guys training or something?” He replied. I nodded, “Yeah and we’re finishing up our departing promo for next week.” We continued to catch up, Daejah joining. “Actually where’s my favorite?” I asked. My brother rolled his eyes smiling and I could tell the phone was being passed. “Hey best friend.” I said as Anthony’s face appeared on the screen. “Hey miss champ, still no decision yet?” He questioned. Everyone seemed to only care where we ended up which is understandable considering how much WWE is going down the drain with all the scandals. “You’ll find out soon enough!” Daejah piped in as she took my phone and talked with Anthony. A knock was heard from the door and security popped in and motioned is that it was close to time. “Hey Anthony we just got called in for a meeting with the bosses, we’ll catch up later? And Darius he still owes me dip n dots!” I said. I could hear laughter from beside him. He nodded and said goodbye before giving the phone back to my brother and we said goodbye. I looked at Daejah as she zipped up her hoodie over her head, “Showtime baby.” Then zipped mine up as well.

The current match between Skye Blue & Willow vs Toni Storm and Ruby Soho was coming to a close as we sat at Guerilla holding out kendo sticks. Then Tony gave us the que. the lights in the arena went out and we took off to the ring. Confusion could be heard all around from the fans to the commentary crew. We kicked Skye and Willow out of the ring and then the lights came back on. Ruby and Toni had their backs facing us. “Who the hell is this?” We could hear Nigel say. I smirked under my hood as the two turned around and looked shocked. I swung at Toni as Daejah went after Ruby. “The Outcast’s are being laid out by these masked assassins!” Willow and Skye had retreated backstage as Toni and Ruby lay in the ring in pain. I raised my hands and then we both unzipped our hoodies taking them down. The crowd went insane. “It’s Gaia Hale and Seraphim! They’ve demolished the AEW Women’s World Champion!” I stomped on Toni’s stomach one last time then picked up the title then went to one of the cameras in the corner. I smiled and kissed the title before grabbing her and giving her one last Widow’s Peak as Daejah threw Ruby over the top rope by commentary. Then we rolled out of the ring as my theme played.

Once backstage we were greeted by the social media team wanting pictures and I seen my brother walking up to Guerilla. After finishing our pictures I was pulled into a hug, “You really know how to make an entrance.” I smiled as he let go and went to Daejah as they kissed and hugged. Then I heard another voice behind us, “Looks like you made the right decision with a great debut as well.” I turned to seen Anthony standing with a guy in a black hoodie carrying a title belt and a bag of chips. “That we did.” I smiled and hugged Anthony as well. My brother chimed in, “Ladies this is Hook or Tyler, Hook this is Daejah and my sister Imani.” “You’re Taz’s son right?” Daejah asked after we shook hands. He nodded, “Yeah that’s me.” “I thought you guys didn’t keep up with AEW?” Anthony questioned. “We‘be been watching recently, and he was giving us advice on things while we were in Japan, we know enough to get by.” I said. They nodded and we all decided to go to catering until Anthony has to go for his promo.

I turned my phone back on and seen so many notifications from Twitter to Instagram. Fans tagging us in many posts about our debut and family members congratulating us. I decided to post the pictures we took before we came to the arena on Instagram. “So are you two going to be a tag team?” Anthony asked. “Sort of, more like a faction. We can do singles and tag team matches. Kinda like how we did in Japan.” Daejah answered. I nodded and continued to listen to the conversation, giving my input when needed. Scrolling through Instagram I decided to follow some of the roster, including Hook. He didn’t have that many posts from what I see, and there’s no denying he’s attractive. Most are professionally taken, if he wasn’t wrestling he could definitely be a model. I decided to mute my notifications until tomorrow, not before liking Daejah’s diss to Darius. “We should go out to celebrate tonight. I’m sure we can get some of the roster to come. Have you guys introduced and all.” My brother suggested. I looked up from my phone and was a little hesitant. Jet lag was starting to hit but I didn’t want to be boring. Daejah could tell, “Yeah we’ll show up just text us the address. We’re going to head back to the hotel to get ready.” We bid our goodbyes to the guys and headed out.

“So what do you think of everything?” Daejah asked once we made it into our hotel. “I think we’ll definitely fit in. And even if we don’t, we’ll make a statement that we’re here to stay.” I said while going through my suitcase. She hummed an agreement, “What do you think about Hook?” I looked up to see her with her arms crossed and smirking at me. “Oh no don’t you start. You’re not playing matchmaker, we just got here not even 5 hours ago. Don’t even.” I argued. She raised her hands in mock surrender, “I didn’t say anything about matchmaking, just asked what you think about him.” She grinned. I rolled my eyes, “Yeah sure. He’s cool from what I’ve gathered so far from the tiny amount we’ve hung out with him. And yes he might be attractive but remember Daejah I’m not in the mood for a relationship after you know who.” I answered after grabbing a new outfit. “Okay okay fine but it won’t hurt to scratch an itch while you’re here. There’s plenty of attractive people on both sides of the roster.” She said. “Yeah yeah whatever let’s just get ready to go before I end up changing my mind and going to sleep.” I replied.

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[bubblieywubbliey]

Masterlist!

updated as of: 29/5/2020

this is my materlist of posts! all of my evan hansen fics link up even if they aren't part of the practice series, the zoe one's are also all part of their own individual series! :)

You can also search for #myownfics on my account which brings up all the posts that are my original posts. In case I missed one!

Be More Chill: these are all individual fics unless they're mentioned to be part of a series and do not have any links between them!

Brooke Lohst x Fem! Reader (SMUT) - https://bubblieywubbliey.tumblr.com/post/184082131645/brooke-x-femreader-excuse-me

Michael Mell x Reader HCs (SMUT) - https://bubblieywubbliey.tumblr.com/post/184806810575/michael-mell-x-reader-hcs-smut

DEH

Zoe Murphy: different universe to evan smut but all same universe as each other!

Zoe Murphy x Fem!Reader (SMUT) - https://bubblieywubbliey.tumblr.com/post/185083180825/zoe-murphy-x-femreader-smut

Zoe x Fem!Reader Part 2 (SMUT) - https://bubblieywubbliey.tumblr.com/post/185768874615/zoe-x-reader-part-2

Evan Hansen: these are all based in the same universe, but pls ignore any continuity issues because let's be honest y'all aren't here for perfect contiuity ;)

Evan x Fem!Reader (SMUT) - Practice Part 1! - https://bubblieywubbliey.tumblr.com/post/183996181910/evan-x-femreader-smut-practice-the-reader-is

Evan x Reader (SMUT) - Practice Part 2! - https://bubblieywubbliey.tumblr.com/post/185171407075/evan-x-reader-smut-practice-part-2

Evan x Reader (Smut) - Practice Part 3! - https://bubblieywubbliey.tumblr.com/post/187893279820/evan-x-reader-smut-practice-part-3

Drunk(dom)!Evan x Fem!Reader (SMUT)

Practice Part 4 - https://bubblieywubbliey.tumblr.com/post/187971958820/drunkevan-x-femreader-smut-practice-part-4

Evan x Reader - Stage Fright One Shot! (SMUT) - https://bubblieywubbliey.tumblr.com/post/619423598840594432/evan-x-reader-stage-fright

Dom!Evan x Fem!Reader One Shot! (SMUT) - https://bubblieywubbliey.tumblr.com/post/184691861920/domevan-x-femreader

[softpascalito]

javier peña x f!dea!reader - we got your back - chapter 2

Summary: You work as a new DEA agent alongside Peña and Murphy. A not-so-kind colleague reveals more about you than you would like. Also, who the hell is still in the office in the middle of the night?

Relationships: Javier Peña x FemReader

WC: ~2800

Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow burn, mention of canon-typical violence, no beta we die like Colonel Carrillo, family Issues, they arent specified but reader is implied to be from a dysfunctional family, Steve is here too, literal sleeping together, one bed trope if you squint, tac vest javi

AO3 LINK // PART 1 // PART 3 (on tumblr)

Notes:

helllooo! i am really proud of this chapter and ofc i had to put tac vest javi in because i am a slut <3 comments are very welcome, have a great day!

spanish translations can be found at the end :)

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Chapter 2

The rest of the day passes without any hiccups. You can only assume that either Javi or Steve have made good of their promise to make sure that Raquel doesn't bother you again. You can't say you regret it.

Throughout the afternoon, you find both men glancing over at you more frequently, evidently making sure you're okay. Noone mentions the events that took place in the same room mere hours before. Not that anyone other than Steve and Javi really cared. Office gossip existed just as it did anywhere else but so far, you had steered clear from it. The DEA section had more important things to do either way.

You watch the clock go by. You can't really see the sunset from the office. The windows aren't very large to begin with and the curtains are always required to be closed. Safety and all that. As a few wayward rays of the sunshine steal their way into the office, most of your coworkers start packing up. You don't.

When you had arrived in Bogotá after a long flight and a daunting drive to your apartment, you had stood in your new home in shock. The embassy had apartments of all sorts all over the city. It was helpful to use different comunas for safehouses. Most agents lived in the northern part of the city in fancy highrise buildings guarded by fences and security. Some, especially the ones that were doing a lot of undercover work, had apartments in slightly more dangerous places. As did you. It was a tiny bit closer to the embassy than the northern city apartments. The first few nights you had barely slept, scared that someone would break down your door. Judging by the way it hung off the hinges slightly, it wouldn't take a lot of effort. Then there were the gunshots. They weren't uncommon, really, but they still scared the shit out of you. You knew how to handle yourself in combat, you'd successfully completed the grueling weeks of DEA training after all, but gunshots during a raid with a bulletproof vest strapped to your chest were something different from gunshots during your dinner time at the small, wooden table with nothing but your pajamas on. Or worse, when you were sleeping. Or at least trying to. You don't even notice that Steve is leaving until you hear Javier call after him:” Give Connie my best.” He looks after his partner for a moment before his gaze wanders over to you. When your eyes meet, you quickly force yourself to look away. The files in front of you. You're not sure how long this one has been on your desk but you don't seem to be making any progress. Whenever the search bloc finds something that could be of importance, you are given 24 hours to look through it, make copies and find any potential clues. So that is what you're doing. The murky paper in your hands feels like it's going to suffocate you. But between this and another sleepless night at your apartment, you feel like the choice is an obvious one. Javier is still looking at you. You can feel his gaze on you as you try and continue reading the file. Has he noticed you've read the same page about four times? “You should go home too. Get some rest.” His voice rips you out of your thoughts and back into the present. You simply shake your head, muttering something about the time limit and not wanting to piss Carrillo off and to your surprise, Javi actually lets it go.

Or, you think he does. That is until half an hour later when he leans against your desk again. “Hermosa, I appreciate you doing this but you look like you're about to fall off that chair.” He raises his hand and when you follow his movement you can see his car keys dangling from it:” I'll drive you?” He offers and if you weren't so irritated by your lack of sleep and, well, everything else, you would almost think it's cute how much he cares.

You don't feel like arguing so you just stay quiet and focus your attention back onto your paperwork. He groans a little in annoyance but the two of you know each other well enough to know that neither wants to give in. You're just as stubborn as he is. “Look, how about I-”

You never actually learn what he thinks will get you to change your mind because he is cut off by his walkie springing into action. It's the second raid being conducted tonight and someone is asking if the DEA wants to send an agent. You're not sure why they even bother to ask. Javier will happily jump into action at a moment's notice, no matter the time. You watch him as he shoves his cigarette between his lips to unlock his desk drawer with two hands, pulling out his gun and a tac vest. “Be careful,” you say, too late. He is already hurrying down the hall. You're not sure how long he is gone when your head begins to droop, sleep slowly but surely taking over. With a frustrated huff, you get up from your chair, ignoring the creak it gives as you push it aside.

The jacket will do fine, you think, as you sit down against the nearest wall, wrapping it around yourself to give your body some sort of signal that it can relax. In the back of your mind, you remember that someone kept a blanket and pillow around, just in case, but you're not sure where it is and even if you did, you feel like your body might not want to get up again just now.

Sleeping in the office isn't allowed, technically, but you know that Javier and Steve have done it before. Likely, more than once. You set an alarm on your watch to make sure you'll be up before anyone starts to arrive in the morning. You hadn't expected him to come back. You should have known, really. ___________________________________________

Something had been off. None of them got nearly enough sleep as was, but today you had seemed like you were barely there. Javier wasn't sure if it had anything to do with what had happened earlier with Vázquez but either way, he didn't like the way you had looked. So, when he finally left the lab they had raided, he decided to drive back to the embassy instead of going home. Surely enough, there you are. Huddled into a corner in the dimly lit room, breathing steady with your eyes closed. He sighs as he takes in your form for a moment, already knowing you'll wake up to back pain from the way your body is twisted up against the concrete wall. Javier crouches down in front of you and for a moment, he considers not waking you at all, simply lifting you up and carrying your form into his car to get you home. He isn't sure if it's the concern of startling you or the anger he'd inevitably have to face if he did, but he lets it go, settling on giving you a gentle nudge instead. “Wake up, dormilona ,” He hums softly, his brown eyes focused on you as he gives you a moment to regain consciousness. You wake up the way you always do, slowly at first and then with a start. Your eyes fly open to stare at his form, taking in his gaze on you and the tac vest he's still wearing, and you blink a few times in confusion. When you don't say anything, Javi gives a small chuckle and gently grabs your jacket before standing and picking up his car keys once more. He rummages through his drawer for a moment before finding another cigarette and lighting it. When he turns back to you and sees you still slouched against the wall, his eyebrows involuntarily go up a bit.

He ponders for a moment before he opens his mouth:” Vamos, get up.Te llevo a casa.” It comes out as a mumble but in the empty office, it's still loud enough for you to hear. It's not as much of a question this time, more of a gentle command. You sigh, your shoulders dropping involuntary. You don't want to explain, don't want him to know, but you're too tired to put up a fight. His gaze is still lingering on you and you distantly wonder if this is the longest he has ever looked at you. “No quieres ir a casa.” He says gently, and again, it's more of a statement than a question. God, he sees through you so easily. “No.” You admit silently, finally averting your own gaze. Both of you stay quiet for a moment. Him waiting for an explanation and you trying to think of one. Again, you feel the need to close your eyes but you know better. Just get it over with. “It freaks me out a little bit. The empty apartment. And it's so far from the embassy, from everyone.” From you, you add in your mind. Not that you'd ever admit it out loud. Javi slowly crosses the space between you in a few long strides and crouches down next to you again. He takes a drag of his cigarette as he looks at you, waiting for you to go on. “The gunshots creep me out. And I-” You shake your head ever so slightly:” This is stupid,” you mutter under your breath:” I never really unpacked. I didn't want everything- the pictures of-” You can feel yourself getting choked up at the thought of your family pictures and simply bow your head a little. If Javier thinks your explanation is stupid, he doesn't say so. To your surprise, he doesn't say anything for a while. You're the one to break the silence:” Look, you can leave. I'll be fine.” He looks at you, cocking his head a little as he seems to consider something.

“No.” No? At that, your head whips around to find him standing up and pressing his cigarette into a nearby ashtray. His face doesnt convey any emotion, and you silently curse him for his poker face. “No?” You repeat, still a little dumbfounded. That gets a small chuckle out of him. “Me quedaré,” He says, as if that explains anything. When he looks down at you and sees the confusion evident in your features, his gaze softens a bit:” Vamos. Come on.” He stretches out a hand to pull you up, gives a quick glance towards the clock on the wall and then leads the way into a small office room that you know Murphy and him use for file storage. Indeed, there are several old file cabinets placed on both sides of the cramped room. The blinds are shut and when you follow his gaze, you notice a small couch that looks like it's been here since the Embassy was built. Maybe even before.

“I crash here sometimes. It's a hell lot more comfortable than a concrete wall, don't you think?” He teases softly but his tone immediately lets on that he isn't serious. At an inviting gesture from him, you sit down and immediately sink into the cushions a little, involuntarily giving a small sigh. It is a hell lot more comfortable. “Here,” he pulls a worn-down blanket from one of the drawers and along with your jacket, throws it over at you. To your surprise, you catch both before looking back at him as he starts to undo his tac vest. You want to say something. Something smart or at least funny. But your mind is still so tired so you just keep looking at him.

That is until he catches your gaze, his small signature grin creeping back onto his face:” Like what you see?” He asks as he throws the vest into the corner, left in one of his white short-sleeved shirts:” Or are you sleeping with your eyes open?” You roll your eyes ever so slightly and give a small huff:” Both .” You shoot back, trying to ignore the underlying message in both your words. When you glance over at him and see him sit down on the floor, you give him a look:” What are you doing?” “It's called being a gentleman, querida,” He replies, that small grin on his face again. Even if this wasn't Javi, or if he wasn't as attractive as he is with his stupid faithful eyes and small brown curls, you weren't going to let him kill his back by sleeping on the office floor.

“It's your couch.” You try gently, hoping he'll take you up on the offer. He glances up at you from where he is sitting, cocking an eyebrow:” Technically, it's George Bush's couch.” You can't help the small chuckle that escapes your lips as you shift a little to make room for him:” Get your ass over here, Javier.” The use of his full name seems to make him understand that you won't back down on this one and with a small sigh, he gets up again and crosses the space between you before sitting down next to you. “You okay with turning the light off?” He asks, his consideration taking you by surprise once more. You murmur a small agreement and feel him shift as he reaches over to turn off the small lamp placed on one of the file cabinets. A few orange rays from the streetlight are falling in through the blinds, just enough to make out his form beside you. You're not sure if you've ever seen him up this close and you allow yourself to study his features for a moment, the way his nose perfectly aligns with the small crease in his forehead, his breaths escaping through his slightly parted lips.

The couch is too small for you two to not touch but to your surprise, the warmth beside you is somewhat comforting. You're squished between the backrest and him and if you weren't so tired, maybe your brain would think further, more. But it doesn't. Nor do you. He has his arms crossed, no doubt thanks to a lack of other comfortable and, well, unassuming positions. You watch his form through the corner of your eye. You break the silence.

“How did she know?” You ask silently and you feel him tense ever so slightly beside you. Of course he instantly knows what you're talking about. “They have files on all of us. What we do here, what we did before DEA.” He gives a small shrug:” I'm assuming she saw yours in passing.” At that, a new fear creeps into your chest, one that seems a lot worse and scary than Vázquez could ever be. “Have you seen them?”

Even in the dark, you can see him turn his head slightly to look at you. He studies your face for a moment. You're not sure if he finds what he is looking for but after a moment of silence, he hums.

“No, I haven't.” “Okay.”

Your answer makes it clear you trust him. Javier wouldn't lie to you. Not on this, at least. He seems to follow your train of thought, his eyes never leaving yours. “Are you okay, cariño?” He asks silently. You instantly know he isn't talking about Vázquez or the files or even Colombia. He is talking about something without knowing what it actually is. It makes your heart ache a little. “Yeah.” You mumble back and you think you mean it. Right now? It doesn't seem so bad.

“You know you can always talk to me, right? I won't judge.” He isn't sure if you're ashamed of anything in your past, if that is the reason why you're so hesitant to talk about it. He just knows that something is there that gives your features a look he doesnt like on you. He wishes he could take it away.

“I know.” You simply say, again meaning your words. Before the silence between you can get too overwhelming, you add:” Lets get some sleep, yeah? Estoy cansada.”

“Yeah, me too.” He mumbles and he seems to hesitate for just a moment before he reaches out and wraps an arm around you, pulling you into him ever so gently. His movements are slow enough that you could stop him if you wanted to. You don't. If anything, you cuddle a bit closer to him, taking in the way his shirt feels on your skin, the way his arm seems to fit so perfectly around you. In return, you move the blanket a bit, readjusting it until it covers him and you. Again, both of you still.

He is the one to break the silence this time.

“ Vázquez can suck my dick.”

He thinks he can still hear you giggling as you're drifting off to sleep.

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hermosa - beautiful

dormilona - sleepyhead

vamos - let's go

te llevo a casa - i am taking you home

no quieres ir a casa - you don't want to go home

me quedaré - i'm staying

querida - dear

cariño - honey (romantic nickname)

estoy cansada - i am tired

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[softpascalito]

javier peña x f!dea!reader - we got your back - chapter 3

Summary: You work as a new DEA agent alongside Peña and Murphy. A not-so-kind colleague reveals more about you than you would like. You also realize you can sleep better if you're not by yourself. You're not the only one with that realization.

Relationships: Javier Peña x FemReader

WC: 6700+

Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow burn, mention of canon-typical violence, no beta we die like Colonel Carrillo, family Issues, they arent specified but reader is implied to be from a dysfunctional family, Steve is here too, literal sleeping together, one bed trope if you squint, tac vest javi

AO3 LINK // Chapter 1 (Tumblr) // Chapter 2 (Tumblr)

Notes:

helllooo! the new chapter is finally here. if youre enjoying this fic, please let me know, i cry happy tears about every comment <3

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Chapter 3

The alarm doesn't wake you. Not fully. What does wake you is the body next to you contorting and almost falling off the couch as he tries to turn said alarm off, muttering curses under his breath. You blink a few times, opening your eyes just as the beeping finally comes to a halt and find Javis' face right in front of yours. He looks at you, the apology already visible on his face:”Sorry-”

You sit up slightly, mumbling:” ¿Que hora es?” 

“Just past six,” Javier answers. His voice is still rough from sleep. Your tired brain doesn't quite realize how intimate this is, the two of you waking up together. Seeing him with his hair still messy, before he had breakfast or even coffee. Before he has talked to anyone.

It's still dark outside, except for a gentle purple at the very horizon, announcing the break of dawn.

Unlike yourself, Javi seems like he's immediately wide awake. You try not to think too hard about why that may be. 

He's been in Colombia for years.

“Not a morning person?” Javier asks as he gets up and starts shoving the blanket back into whichever drawer he'd taken it from last night. It's still a little too dark to see properly but you can make out his movements, even in the dim light.

It's your turn to get up, already looking around for the only thing that you care about in your current state.

“Not unless we have coffee somewhere in this godforsaken office.” You mutter under your breath, already halfway through the door to find the small kitchen you'd been in the day before. Just as you finish pouring two cups, Javi joins you again. His hair is still messy but it's not as noticeable anymore and he seems to have freshened up in the bathroom. You allow yourself a slightly longer study of his face as you hand him his mug. Balancing it in one hand, he repeats the motion of the other day, reaching for the milk carton to pour some into the mug you're holding. He pours until you ask him to stop. He doesn't even tease you about it.

The light of the fridge illuminates his sharp features as he puts it back and you can't help but stare. For once, he doesn't notice, instead focused on finding a way to squeeze the carton of milk in between two bottles of juice. Just in time, you manage to draw your gaze off him and turn around to stand at the small window looking out over the embassy parking lot.

Javi takes a small sip of his coffee as he crosses the room in two large strides, stopping just behind you, close enough for you to feel his warmth.

A comfortable silence settles over the pair of you. You're not sure how long he stands behind you like that, both glancing out onto the dimly lit pavement that will be bustling with people in an hour. It's almost too calm like this and leaves you with an eerie feeling. Like something's not quite where it's supposed to be.

He's the one to break the spell.

“You want me to get some breakfast?” It's a good offer and you open your mouth to accept- when you suddenly snap it shut again. Breakfast sounds lovely. But spending a few more sole minutes with Javi sounds even better, in your opinion.

So you shake your head no. To not make it too obvious, you add:” I usually just go for some cereal.” Javi raises his brow, turning his head slightly towards you:” Didn't strike me as a cereal kind of gal.” You snort:” If I didn't know any better, I'd almost say that sounds like a compliment, Peña.”

He can't hide the small smirk that appears on his face as you go on:” It sucks though. Colombia doesnt know how to make proper cereal. They all taste the fucking same. I would die for some Cap'n Crunch.”

“Sounds like someones a little homesick.” Your face falls slightly. He's right in a way. There are things that you miss, days where you wish you'd never come to Bogotá. But there are also the things you've left behind. Or, tried to.

Javi seems to pick on up on the small mood shift, his face a little apologetic as he steps back, mumbling a small apology, without really knowing what he's apologizing for.

You get ready in silence and you try- you really try- not to take too much notice of his morning routine. A sip of coffee, impatiently shoving his belt through the loops in his pants, the small noise of annoyance when it gets caught on something. Tugging his shirt in, raising the collar to adjust his tie, downing the rest of his coffee in one go before turning his attention back to the tie.

You notice he hasn't undone it for the night, just slid the knot down far enough to take it off. After spending the night draped over some office cabinet, it looks rather messy.

There's a short moment of hesitation before you break the silence in the room:” You don't know how to tie a tie.” It's not a question but Javi pretends it is.

“I know perfectly well how to tie it,” he protests.

“Okay. Redo it then.” You say, half expecting him to ignore your request. He doesn't. With a small sigh that he somehow makes sound both annoyed and endearing, he slips the knot open and attempts to redo it. After a few moments of struggling with it under your watchful gaze, he manages to form some sort of knot that miraculously looks even worse than before.

You finally take pity and move towards him, reaching for the piece of clothing that's giving him such a struggle. His hand automatically reaches to stop you, but you gently bat it away:” Let me.” He does.

He looks down at you then, with a similar gaze to the one you had when you watched him get ready. And just like him before, you don't notice him watching, too focused on the task at hand. His gaze lingers on your slightly scrunched-up face, the way your tongue pokes out ever so slightly as you concentrate. 

He's not sure why but he tries to memorize the beauty in it. It's not the beauty he usually sees in women- even though he can't deny your attractiveness. It is like the beauty of traffic lights reflected on wet pavement after a sudden rainfall, the one that you notice while you're stuck at a red light.

One that doesn't last, not even until the streets have dried. Only until the light turns green. Fleeting moment.

You pat his chest lightly once you're done, stepping back to approve your own work:” That's better.” He wants to agree. Say something to go back to the moment he'd just been in. He doesn't. Instead he hears himself say:” Let's get started on the rest of those files.”

You're already on your second evidence carton by the time Steve arrives. He gives both Javi and you a quick nod before he sits down at his desk and starts going through the messages that have been left for him. As he puts the last one down, he stifles a yawn:” God, I feel like shit.” 

He turns his head into your direction:” How do you manage to look so well rested this fucking early?” 

You almost spit out the coffee you had been drinking, choking on it slightly as your face turns a bright shade of red. You automatically glance towards Javi- only to find that the asshole is chuckling to himself. 

Wiping the coffee off your lips, you shoot him a silent glance and he seems to take pity because a moment later he's diverted Steve's attention onto himself:” Probably because she is smart enough to not have a baby at home that cries every time it poops.” 

“It's what infants do, Javi.” Steve defends his baby softly but it's clear that he is exhausted from his new parenting duties. 

The two start bickering and you find yourself finally able to relax again, once more burying your nose in the files.

A few hours later, while you're eating lunch with Steve, he is still going on about the little one. Being a parent is exhausting but the truth is that with him and Connie being pretty much the only embassy personnel with a child, they never have trouble finding a loving colleague who will happily jump on the opportunity of babysitting for a night.

“...we just don't want her to be too spoiled. Of course people got her christmas presents- it being her first and all- but when Javi was over-” You raise your head so fast that Steve breaks off and stares at you. 

You quickly try and swallow your food before the question slips off your tongue:” Javi was babysitting?” Steve chuckles a little at that:” Oh trust me, I was worried too. But she likes him. Probably because of his mustache. She loves to pull on it. He'll make a different face every time she does and..” He trails off, shaking his head:” Sorry, that's not exactly interesting.”

“Right.” You say as you bow your head again a little. Steve doesn't seem to notice that you barely listen to anything else he tells you during the remainder of your shared lunchtime.

When you had left to go to the cafeteria, Javi had stayed behind, mumbling something about wanting to check a file downstairs. It wasn't a lie technically, he tells himself as he reaches the file storage room he's looking for. He glances up and down the corridor and then quickly slips inside, not turning on the light to avoid drawing attention to himself.

“It's gotta be here..” He mutters to himself as he skips through some files in the dim cone of light that his flashlight provides. Finally, he finds the one he's been looking for. But as soon as he pulls it out, he notices how light it is. And when he looks inside, his suspicions are confirmed: The file is empty. There is a small note inside of it, which generally means average clearance isn't enough to access it. The files are sealed. As his brain is still trying to come up with a solution, he hears footsteps coming down the hallway.

Javi curses under his breath and more or less slams the file shut, shoving it back into the cabinet as he turns off his light and presses himself against a wall. Slowly, the footsteps fade away. He gives it another few seconds for good measure before he slips out of the door, his head turned into the direction the footsteps had disappeared into. There is no one to be seen and he breathes a small sigh of relief.

He closes the door behind himself and turns around- to find his partner leaning against the wall, an eyebrow raised expectantly. Javier's eyes widen for a moment before they narrow:” Are you trying to give me a heart attack, Murphy?”

The blonde man gives a small chuckle but shakes his head:” I have as much right to be down here as you do. However-” He points towards the door Javier had just slipped out of:” I do seem to remember some rule about having to request file access to these.”

Javi realizes he's watching him, calculating. When he doesn't reply, Steve pushes himself off the wall, stepping closer as his tone shifts:” What were you looking for, Peña?”

The other man raises his hands in defeat, letting out a small breath before he pinches his nose slightly:” If I tell you, will you help me?” He asks in a low voice. By the way Steve looks, Javi knows the other man is intrigued:” Maybe. If I consider it worth looking into.” 

There is a small pause during which Steve turns, making sure they are still alone:” This about Escobar?”

“Actually, it's not.” Javi says quietly. 

Steve raises a brow. Definitely intrigued now:” Then what? You lost the address of your favorite hooker or something?”

Javi makes a face, deciding to not give in to their bickering for once.

“It's about Y/N.” He mumbles after a moment:” The files Vázquez mentioned, the ones that have info on-”

”Oh, you can't be serious.” Steve groans, leaning against the concrete wall again.

“What?” Javi asks, maybe a little too defensive to be completely unsuspectful:'' They are sealed, Steve. Why would they be sealed?”

The other man takes a deep breath, studying Javis face:” It's not our job. Or our concern. If she doesn't tell you-”

”Vázquez knew. And I'm sure she didn't talk to her.” Steve seems to lose his patience at that.

“Javi, has your dumbass ever considered that the files are sealed because she wants them to be?”

That shuts him up real quick.

They both stay quiet, Javi fumbling with the pack of Malboros in his pocket that always seems to get roughed up, no matter how quickly he goes through it.

Steve is still watching him. He sighs: “Look, Javi, we have an actual job to do here. I'm sure she's fine. Let's get back to the files, yeah? Worry about what really matters.”

“Sure.”

Javi follows him down the corridor and back up the stairs. When they pass the small back door that leads to the parking lot, he gestures over to it:” I'll be right up. Just wanna grab a smoke.” If Steve notices his behavior, he doesn't say anything, only calling back to him as he's already climbing the next set of stairs:” Don't take too long.”

Javi steps outside, into the gentle breeze. He leans against the concrete wall, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. The noises of the city have returned and past the iron gates he can see people bustling on the way to their appointments, to their lunch dates, to whatever it is they do. 

He allows his mind to wander back to the early morning hours, how different everything looked then. It had felt like something had been out of place, missing. He had assumed it was the people. But now he isn't so sure. He can't shake that feeling. That lingering feeling of waiting at a traffic light. Of something passing by too quickly.

Something isn't right. It isn't his job to find out what.

He doesnt care and he can't shake that feeling and he already knows that he'll make it his job anyway.

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[littlegodzilla]

Request Masterlist.

Hi!!

From now on here I will post all your requests, you can find it in the post set as Masterlist whenever you want to search for them.

Requests are closed.

About whom can you make a request? Okay, Here you have a little list:

Norman Reedus.

Daryl Dixon.

Van (Floating)

Travis (Gossip).

Murphy MacManus.

Marco Vendetti (Deuce Wild)

Mac (Red Canyon)

Justin (Sunlight Jr)

Bauer (AIR)

Judas (Lady Gaga videoclip)

If you want me to write about other Norman's characters maybe I'll need more information or details to be comfortable to write abou it.

Daryl Dixon x Reader.

Whip (SMUT)

Teaching (SMUT)

Fighting (SMUT)

Wet dreams and a Possesive Daryl Dixon (SMUT)

Tha' Fuckin' Thin' (SMUT)

The Commonwealth Girl (FLUFF and SMUT)

Please (Daryl and Negan ANGST)

Domestic Life (SMUT)

Perfect to me (FLUFF and SMUT)

Not Get Cold (FLUFF)

The Librarian (SMUT)

Little Dixon (AU!Daryl FLUFF)

Soulmates (Alpha!Daryl SMUT)

Conffesions (FLUFF and SMUT)

Our First Time (FLUFF and SMUT)

Thinking about You (SMUT)

Meet Again( FLUFF and Little SMUT)

My Omega(SMUT)

Hate (SMUT)

All Ends Here(ANGST and SMUT)

Easy Street (Hurt/Comfort)

The Prisoner (Daryl and Negan SMUT)

Not Good Enough (FLUFF)

Learning (FLUFF)

Jus' Shut Up (SMUT)

Ride with Me (FLUFF)

Jealous (FLUFF)

Our Little Secret (SMUT)

Stay away from her (with Negan ANGST and FLUFF)

Pregnant (ANGST) Part 2 (Angst, Fluff)

The Other Girl (Little Angst and FLUFF)

Breathless (Fluff and Sad) Part 2

Alphas (Alpha Daryl and Alpha Rick) (SMUT)

First Time (VirginDaryl SMUT)

Norman Reedus x FemReader.

The Theatre (SMUT)

Toying Time (SMUT)

Piercing (SMUT)

Daddy Norman (SMUT)

My Good Girl (SMUT)

The Daughter (SMUT)

Co-Workers (SMUT)

New Friends (Norman and Judas SMUT)

Killing Me (Sexting)

Best Friend (SMUT)

Not The End (FLUFF)

Under the Sheets (SMUT)

My Big Girl (FLUFF and SMUT) Part 2 Part 3

New Meetings (FLUFF)

Back to Our World (FLUFF and SMUT)

Marco Vendetti x FemReader.

The Wedding (SMUT)

Red Dress (SMUT)

Mine (SMUT NON-CON)

Not Escape (SMUT NOT-CON)

My Wife (SMUT)

Mac x FemReader.

New Waitress (SMUT)

The Basement (SMUT)

I'm Mac (SMUT)

The Bus Stop (DUB-CON SMUT)

Murphy MacManus x FemReader.

Stop Flirtin' with my Girl. (SMUT)

Domestic day with Murphy (FLUFF and SMUT)

The Prisoner and the Nurse. (FLUFF)

Justin Sunlight Jr x FemReader.

A day on the supermarket (SMUT)

Judas x FemReader.

Let's Ride (FLUFF)

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[littlegodzilla]

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

Hi Anon!!

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

I hope you enjoy it.

"Stop friltring with my girl!"

Murphy MacManus x FemReader.

Anon Request.

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

Words: 2300.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Love, Doc, or so he says."

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

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

"And what are you supposed to do?"

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

"Do you think she...?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End.

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[littlegodzilla]

Hellhound AU part 2 Murphy x femReader. Smut.

Well... At the beginning I had an idea, then another one appeared... Now it's turning into something longer and with a plot and I wanted to post it, I have some parts writen by now so...If you like it, I will post one chapter every week.

It's a bit weird, but I like weird things!

Sorry for my english as always, it isn't my first language!

Hellhound Part 2.

Murphy MacManus x FemReader. Warnings: M. +18. Smut. Pact with the Devil. Words: 3600 aprox. Summary: you find a puppy but it isn't what it seems and then things become more complicated that you expected.

Taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @pncnsc @lilythemadqueen @purple-serenity @ruinedbythehobbit

Part 2.

You returned home without taking your eyes off the lottery ticket in your hands, making sure over and over again that these were the numbers that had been matched.

It was crazy.

You walked into your apartment feeling that almost suffocating warmth again, reminding you that the man was still there. The demon, Hellhound. It all sounded like a fucking joke you were still dreaming and you didn't know how to make yourself wake up.

You closed the door behind you and walked into the living room where you saw him sitting, still naked since you had no men's clothes in your house, on the couch watching the news on TV. His head turned towards you and a lopsided smile welcomed you home.

It was all a fucking joke. Demons were wicked, they were scary, he should have horns, red skin, wings, he shouldn't... he shouldn't look like a fucking Christmas cologne ad model. Damn it.

"Did ya win the lottery, lass?" You could feel the mockery in his words and rolled your eyes.

"Very funny..." You mumbled walking over to him, grabbed a blanket that was over your wing chair and tossed it to him to cover up a bit. You had neighbors you wanted to be unnoticed by. "You really kept your word..."

"I told ya." He shrugged taking the blanket and pulled it over his legs covering his nakedness a bit. "Anythin’ ya wanted I couldda get it for ya."

"Yeah well...right now I don't know what to do with this." You showed him the winning ticket. "It's never happened to me...I guess I'll have to go to the bank and have them make the deposit." You spoke to yourself watching as he shrugged his shoulders once again. He bit his thumbnail.

"Do ya wanna me come with ya, lass?"

"Do you mind? I don't trust myself to go alone..."

"Yeah, sure, but I need clothes... Won't ya gotta somethin’ around..." he said raising his eyebrows, you hesitated for a moment, no, you didn't have anything for him, but you could go out and buy something.

"Do you have any idea what size you wear?" You asked but Murphy didn't seem too sure about that either. You sighed getting up, handed him the ticket as you walked back to the door putting on your coat.

"Where ya goin’?" he went with you to the door, wrapped in the blanket.

"I'm going to get you some clothes, some jeans and a t-shirt, at least, and some sneakers." You looked at his feet, very doubtful that your size would fit him.

"I can transform into Scud, but I doubt they'll let me in the bank."

"Nah, I'd rather you come with me as a human, I'll be right back." You assured him by leaving the house.

It didn't take you more than twenty minutes to get back, the good thing about living in a city like that was that there were stores everywhere. You bought three pants, one of each different size since you didn't know for sure, the ones you wouldn't return, just like the sneakers. After trying on a couple of models he was left with a long black coat, a long sleeved sweater, black also and jeans a little big but he seemed more comfortable.

"You don't look bad at all." You dared to compliment him feeling your cheeks turn red.

"Aye, I almost look like my old self." He joked looking down at himself and smiled again moving closer to you. "Shall we go?"

You smiled in return, he offered you his arm, hesitated for a second, but finally you held it with a gesture of thanks and left the house to go towards the bank. You weren't quite sure how you were going to approach about the situation at the bank, whether you should just present the ticket so they would take care of everything or you should explain what you wanted to do with that money. You unconsciously squeezed Murphy's arm as you reached the door of the building, the Hellhound looked at you curiously before giving you a little push, placing his hand on your lower back.

You walked to the counter where there was a young woman preparing papers, trembling you planted yourself in front of her smiling nervously, Murphy's hand still on your back, his fingers caressing your lower back, somehow giving you support just with that gesture. The young woman lifted her head and smiled kindly at you. You reciprocated her gesture, your trembling hands lifting the ticket closer for her to see. Her eyes widened, she held it up and checked, surprised even more.

"Wait a moment, please." She asked you getting up from her seat rushing to the bank manager's office.

"Oh God, it's fake, I'm sure they're calling the police, I shouldn't have..."

"Hey, hey, I'm here, ya know, 'm offended that ya doubt my abilities, lass." Murphy said raising his eyebrows, you stammered because it was true, there was no reason to doubt him, but you were too nervous.

The woman returned, followed by the bank manager, the two of them presented a strange smile on their faces, they looked too happy and although it should have worried you, it relieved you. It meant that the ticket was valid, that you were going to get your money, but of course they intended to take advantage of it as much as possible. They served you kindly, the elderly man asked you to follow him to his office where he congratulated you on the prize, he started to fill his mouth with compliments and congratulations.

Murphy seemed quite amused, but he didn't open his mouth at any time, just watched, scratching the hair under his lower lip. The director proposed you to invest that money, use it for some financing, secure it so that the bank could manipulate it to their liking, it was then that the demon sat up in his chair and hid the ticket under his hand when the other man tried to take it.

"I dunno ya understand, we want the money, ‘f course ya ain’t gonna get it overnight and we don't wanna take it away in black briefcases either, we're just here to hold it for ya. She already has plans for it."

"I understand you sir, but..." He hesitated for a second looking at the two of you. Murphy tensed his jaw.

"’S my wife, so think carefully ‘bout what ya gonna say." His voice rang with clear menace, your whole body shuddered then.

Wife.

"No, please, I would never disrespect you both, I apologize if my intentions have seemed bold. But understand that it is a huge amount of money and sometimes it is better..."

"I said we just wanna the money in the account she tells you. She already has plans." He repeated and the bank manager looked at you. You stammered for a second and then nodded.

"Y-yes, I want to open my own business, I'm still looking for premises and planning everything, b-but the sooner we could..."

"That's what I mean, if you had a site plan, insurance, all that we can process it from here, we would see to it that to your business it wouldn't happen..." He faltered at the serious gesture the Hellhound directed at him.

"She's fully capable of doin’ that on her own, thanks. Keep yer share so she ain't get in trouble with the IRS and the rest dunno even think of touchin’." The threat was clearer in her voice, even you felt fear.

"Cle-clear, of course, it's a very wise decision, if you provide me with your data and a phone number I'll let you know as soon as the money is available."

"See? That wasn't so hard, was it?" The smirk returned to Murphy's face and his hand squeezed your knee, when he looked at you felt your cheeks flush.

After processing everything with the bank manager, assuring you that you would be kept in the loop as soon as your money was available, you and Murphy walked out of the bank waving goodbye to the employees who now seemed too nice to you. No doubt the power of money could do anything. The Hellhound gave you a gentle tap on the arm laughing good-naturedly touching his belly. You smiled a little, you didn't expect him to be so giggly.

"Th-thank you for sticking up for me... if I had come alone, he would have surely kept all the money." You mumbled feeling like a bit of an idiot about it all. Murphy shook his head turning back to you draping an arm around your shoulders.

"Don't worry, lass, it's been a pleasure." He smiled again looking around, you weren't sure how long Murphy had been in Hell, but it was clear it had been a while since he had been around so many people and he was enjoying that freedom.

"Your wife?" you dared to ask him, averting your gaze. You heard him chuckle beside you before letting go.

"Wouldda ya preferred me to say I was a demon ya had made a deal with and that's why ya hit the lottery?"

"You could have said you were my brother or something..." You shrugged, smiling amused.

"Nah, wife sounds better, more believable." He shook his head a little shaking his head, took your hand and dragged you a little to a tobacconist pointing inside. "Can buy me a pack of cigarettes? I miss nicotine." He looked at you licking his lower lip. You looked at him in disbelief and a snicker escaped your nose.

"You're like a child." You dared to say walking into the tobacconist to buy him a pack of cigarettes. "Here, I don't know what brand you'd smoke, but I hope it'll work for you." You said handing him the pack and a lighter.

Murphy didn't hesitate, he took the pack taking out a cigarette and took a long drag after lighting it. He let the air out very slowly enjoying the taste of it, the smoke in his lungs, the burning sensation in his throat. The smoke rose up to your nose, blowing the smoke out like a sleeping dragon. You couldn't look away from every gesture and movement he made from the time the cigarette rested on his lips until he pulled it away again, it was as if you were mesmerized.

It was strange how sexy you had found that gesture. Were you that desperate?

"Everythin’ okay, lass?" the demon's voice reached your ears and you shook your head quickly.

"Yes, yeah, I like to see you're enjoying yourself."

"We've both come out winners, haven't we?" he smiled broadly taking a long drag on his cigarette again. "Would ya like to go for a walk? I'd like to see the city..."

"Yeah, sure, I have the day off today, so you got lucky." You joked before setting out to walk with him through the long streets of the city.

You weren't quite sure where the demon wanted to go, but you noticed that since you started walking, he had set a particular course, walking beside you, still smoking his cigarette with extreme enthusiasm. His free hand brushed yours on several occasions before he clasped it and hid it inside his coat pocket. You gave him a sidelong glance at the gesture, but he was still staring at the streets and buildings of the city.

He was curiously physical, he liked the contact, his hand kept caressing yours, squeezing it and keeping it inside his pocket. The circumstances of why he was now a demon were unknown to you, but it was clear that it was not because he was a bad person. Suddenly curiosity took hold of you wanting to know what had happened to the man when he was still alive, but you wouldn't ask him, at least not yet.

You had been walking for quite a while, you reached the southern part of the city and his footsteps became much steadier, more confident, now you understood, Murphy had lived there when he was human, he was going somewhere he knew. You couldn't tell if that was a good thing, if someone saw him around and recognized him it could be a big shock. You wanted to open your mouth, but then he stopped and by inertia you bumped into his shoulder. You looked at him confused discovering a special gleam in his eyes. You followed his gaze discovering in front of you an Irish pub that looked old and clearly neglected. You frowned not knowing if it would still be open, he wanted to check as he pulled you towards the pub door.

"Wait, Murphy, wait." You stopped him by holding his hand inside his coat pocket. "I don't think that's a good idea..."

"Why? I used to come with my brother to this pub a few years ago, it's a great place."

"That's exactly why, if you're dead... Don't you think they'd be scared to see you suddenly show up?" You tried to talk some sense into him. He seemed to hesitate biting his thumbnail once again. He wanted to come in, that was more than obvious and you were sure you weren't going to be able to stop him.

"But I'd like to know how everythin’ is, I'd like to see if Doc is still..." He mumbled shifting his feet nervously, hesitating. You sighed smiling and patted his hand.

"Let's take a look at it, but if anyone recognizes you it would be better if..." You faltered when you saw his gesture change, his features hardened, his gesture became more mature, more adult, his beard thickened a little and his hair shorter and somewhat lighter. "What...?" you murmured, not knowing what to say.

"That's how I would be now." He explained looking at you out of the corner of his eye. "I died at about twenty-eight twenty-nine, if I remember correctly... I just changed my expression a bit." He shrugged and you blinked several times trying to process what you were seeing. He now looked like a grown man in his late forties or early fifties.

"Are you...are you going to stay like this...?" you stammered not knowing what exactly to say, a smirk formed on Murphy's mouth and you felt your pussy tingle.

"Would ya rather I stay like this? Do ya like it better, lass?" the teasing and irony was painted in his voice, making you react at last.

"No, no, I don't... I don't care." You cleared your throat averting your gaze, pulled your hand out of his pocket and went to the pub door hearing him laugh behind you.

It was a couple of weeks after you talked to the bank manager before the money was credited to your account. A cold sweat ran down your back when you saw the amount reflected in the bank account, but it was yours, it was real. After making it tangible you talked to your bosses at your job saying goodbye at the same time you called your parents. You gave yourself the whim of changing your house, you left your apartment for a nice house, like those you had always seen in the movies, with two floors and a large garden in the back for your pets and children to play and run around.

It was the biggest whim you gave yourself, anyway it was not an exorbitant price when you bought it. When everything was settled with your job you looked for a nice place for your new job and took Murphy there.

It was old, it was disorganized, it was battered, the paper on the walls was lifting, it had some dampness and the smell of dust and dirt was intense. Nevertheless, it was perfect for you. In your mind you had already organized everything as you wanted, you had planned many things. You stretched out your arms presenting the place to the Hellhound who looked at the place biting his lower lip.

"Is this why ya quit yer job?" there was doubt in his voice, but you also sensed a tinge of irony.

"Yes! You told me so, remember? You wouldn't take ‘no’ for an answer." You tried to defend yourself.

"And what ya wanna open here, lass?" he looked at you curiously and your cheeks reddened.

"A bookstore..." you mumbled.

"A bookstore? Sure, because there mustn’t be one in the whole city." He scoffed, but fell silent as he saw your own excitement diminish at his teasing. "Okay, if that's what makes ya happy, how yer gonna organize all this?"

"I'm in no particular hurry, really, so I'm going to do it myself...at least what I can. I've asked for estimates to fix the leaks and leaks, next week they start, I've called a painter so that when they're done with the damp they'll start going over the walls... I want to go look at furniture, shelves, display cases, exhibitors, everything I need to decorate the store and after that I'll start calling distributors and publishers to bring me material." There was too much excitement in your voice. You even bounced on your fingertips like a child.

Murphy watched you silently, a crooked smile on his mouth, rubbing his nose in amusement as he followed you around the room as you explained everything you wanted to do, how you wanted to set it all up and how it would look once finished. The demon walked over to you, his hands resting on your waist and you tensed for a second under his touch, the whole explanation blurring from your mind.

"Have ya bought the place, lass?" he asked you, speaking against your ear.

"Yes, of course..." You looked sideways at him sighing as you felt his fingers inside your sweater.

"In that case we should give it a thorough going over" His voice became a purr against your neck as he pulled your sweater up to pull it over your head.

“Murphy I’m not sure if we can…” You mumbled trying to pushed him away.

“C’mon, lass, ya said the all place is yers.” He kissed your neck from behind. “We can do whatever we want, and I want ya now.”

You closed your eyes as his hands squeezed your breasts pushing up your bra enjoying your bare skin under his touch, he played and pinched your nipples until you moaned, your back arched, your ass pressed against him rubbing the growing erection inside his pants.

"See, I ain’t the only one havin’ fun here, lass." He joked in your ear, but you decided not to respond knowing he was just teasing.

He leaned your body against the table in front of you, your hands against the chipboard surface, he unbuttoned your pants and pulling them down along with your underwear, you shuddered at the feel of his hands on your buttocks caressing your skin, pushing you a little further onto the table surface so that you lay flat on the table, you watched him out of the corner of your eye as he knelt behind you spreading your legs a little further apart.

"Murphy... Someone could come in..." you gasped as his breath brushed against your wet pussy.

"Then they'll enjoy a good show." He joked right behind you. "But look at this..." He brushed your folds with the tip of his thumb feeling it slide because of how wet you were. "Ya wanna this..."

You wanted to protest again, but Murphy's mouth silenced all your protests, his tongue brushed your clit which gave you a pleasant shiver of pleasure arching your back unconsciously, biting your lip, closing your eyes, you pushed your hips back, Murphy grinned against you, holding you by your ass, opening his mouth a little wider to devour you completely.

You mentally gave thanks that no one decided to show up at the door or that anyone could see you from outside. You held tightly to the edges of the table as Murphy's mouth took its time with you, licking your slit, sucking on your clit, pushing the tip of his tongue at your entrance, parting your labia for greater access making you moan louder and louder. You rolled your eyes feeling like you were verging on your orgasm when the demon pulled away from you giving you a gentle spank. You turned in confusion, your vision blurred, your clit throbbing intensely between your legs. Murphy smiled as he saw the need in your gaze, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers, rubbing his cock, rising hard toward you.

One of his hands rested on your lower back as he guided his cock into your vagina with one thrust. You moaned at the sudden invasion. Murphy lay his body on top of yours spreading your legs a little further apart, beginning to move hard in and out of you, his hand closed on your neck lightly squeezing your throat as he grunted and snorted against your ear thrusting fast and deep, his balls slapping your clit in a wet sound, thin strands of flow running down the insides of your thighs feeling the climax overtake you cumming, tightening around his cock hearing the demon also reach his limit and cum inside staying still on you, the grip on your neck loosening caressing your skin, both of you panting wanting to recover little by little.

"We've already inaugurated the place, lass." He joked and you snorted.

"Idiot..." You sighed with a breathy sigh.

To be Continued...

I hope you enjoyed it!

See you in the next story!

yes, the first chapters are a bit smuttie because it was the initial idea, everything will have more plot from the third part.

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[littlegodzilla]

Hellhound MurphyMacManus x FemReader SMUT.

It's my second story with Murphy. Sorry if I did him a little rough but it's my first smut with him I hope you enjoy it!

As always sorry for my english, it isn't my first language!

Murphy MacManus x FemReader. Warnings: M. +18. Smut. Pact with the Devil. Words: 5480 aprox. Summary: you find a puppy but it isn't what it seems. N/A: This idea has been developed thanks to this post from @writing-prompt-s, I liked the idea and it wrote itself in my mind.

taglist: @phoenixblack89 @browneyes528 @purple-serenity @lilythemadqueen @pncnsc

HellHound.

The Halloween night party was a complete failure. You had to admit that you had tried, you wore the best costume you could find, the one that didn't make you look like a whore, you put on the most terrifying make-up that your skills allowed you and you joined your coworkers in that huge disco room where the music was far from being your favorite thing, but with a few drinks you didn't care, you even had fun. However, after several hours the boredom got the better of you, you even started to fall asleep in the middle of the dance floor, your drink fell out of your hand and that was the trigger to go home.

No one noticed you sneaking out of there, everyone too busy with their own business. You didn't really care either, it wasn't your dream job, yes you had studied for it, but as time went by it started to become tiresome, a constant monotony. You had to go far away from home to be able to work at something you thought was worthwhile, leaving your family and friends behind. At first the calls and visits were a surprise, on important dates you mobilized in some way to be able to see each other, but little by little everything began to become more difficult, the visits more infrequent, money was not the most abundant and you could not go moving whenever you wanted. When you called your parents the answer was always the same.

"Why don't you come here? You are alone, we are many more and it is more expensive for us to travel anywhere."

You are alone.

Your mother never had too much tact saying things and with that she was even more abrupt and blunt. She wasn't a woman who imposed her ideas on you, she did not force you to have a stable relationship, a house, a dozen children, but, there was always the but, it would be ideal and she would be much happier. When you answered her that the important thing was your happiness and how you felt better, she always had an answer for it.

"I know honey, but you alone there, in a strange place, with no one to take care of you..."

You alone.

Those were her favorite words.

You pulled your coat tighter against your body, the night had cooled considerably and although your outfit didn't consist of a bra and panties, the fabric wasn't fleece either and your tolerance for cold that night was much lower than usual. You just wanted to get home, change your clothes, get into bed and sleep until the next day.

You alone.

You rubbed your eyes in frustration, tears spilling down your face, your makeup smudged with tears and your embarrassment. You were just about to get home, luckily the room where they had held the party wasn't too far from your house, you stopped by a crosswalk near a playground when you heard it.

A sob.

Your hearing sharpened at that moment thinking you had heard it wrong, but the sound reached your ears again forcing you to turn on your heels looking for the source of it but there was no one and nothing there. The traffic light turned green at that very moment giving you passage to the other side of the street, towards home, however the sobbing sounded again and you couldn't resist. You walked to the entrance of the playground where the sound seemed to come from, it was too dark, but you could make out some shadows between the slides and swings. You tensed for a second, maybe it was some youngsters enjoying the darkness of the night to get to know each other more intimately, but when you heard it again you were sure it sounded more like a moan than a joyful groan.

That's when you saw it. A puppy, huddled against the cold, wet plastic of the huge slide, seeking shelter. You hesitated for a second, looking around for a new mother who was perhaps searching for her little pup, but you saw nothing around you. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other before you got completely close. He was wet as if he had fallen in the water and you didn't hesitate. You picked him up in your arms hiding his shivering little body under your coat and hurried further home.

He was a cute little puppy with black fur, shaggy and silky after you managed to dry him with your bath towels and a little with the blow dryer. He had two big blue eyes, an ice cold color, but he was harmless. You got him to eat some of the leftovers you had in the fridge, since at that time of night it was impossible to get any puppy food. He devoured everything you gave him, he even bit your fingertips, his needle-like teeth dug into your skin making you bleed a little. You hissed in pain, you had never been bloodied by a puppy biting you. He must have been starving.

You prepared an area for him to relieve himself, some water and some more shredded meat in case he got hungry again. You carefully picked him up and lay down on the bed stroking his head with infinite affection. You didn't know what you were going to do with him. You weren't sure if you could give him to you or not, in the building there was no problem with having animals, but you were renting that apartment and although your landlord had never given you any problems, you weren't sure how he would react to this. On the other hand you weren't sure where you could leave it, maybe in a shelter, you could ask a veterinarian and they could give you directions. Your gaze fell again on the puppy who was still trembling a little, but he seemed calmer, less frightened. He didn't seem hurt, nor malnourished, his fur was shiny and he didn't show any signs that he might suffer from any skin disease. Maybe he belonged to someone and I had lost him. Maybe you should put up signs in the area where you found him in case there was a child at home crying for the loss of his best friend.

Thinking about it over and over, you fell asleep.

The next day you opened your eyes with a slight frown as a slight headache shot through you from side to side. You gasped sitting up in bed rubbing your eyes to help them wake up, your hands black with makeup. You had been drinking the night before, but you hadn't expected so much that it would give you a hangover the next day. No doubt you had lost the habit of drinking and it had taken its toll.

You groaned low as you got out of bed walking awkwardly to the bathroom. You looked in the mirror to discover behind you, on the bed, a small black puppy watching you intently. The flash of finding him in that playground, wet and shivering, very weak, without a mother or human around looking for him, without thinking you picked him up and took him home and now he was there, watching you with his head slightly cocked to one side, with a curious grimace in his blue eyes. You smiled at the reflection in the mirror, turned around, retraced your steps and carefully picked up the puppy in your arms, stroking his fur. Now that you had a good look at him he seemed a little bigger than the night before, maybe six or seven months old, short fur, black, but with a glow that looked reddish, his body transmitted a very nice warm torrent.

"Hello pup, are you going to tell me where you came from?" you stroked his belly, his tongue licking the palm of your hand. "Have you lost your mother, did you run away from home?" you kept questioning him but you were convinced he wasn't going to answer you.

You should take him to a vet, have him examined thoroughly to make sure no one was looking for him, but most of all to know if he was okay, that he didn't have any problems or need any medication. You carefully put him down on the ground, him following you with an awkward trot at your side. You have breakfast quietly without taking your eyes off the puppy, he seems quite healthy, he moves around the house, sniffing, gossiping every corner, it's funny to see him stumbling with his own paws, remaining seated. Carefully you take him back in your arms and give him some cooked ham, which he devours at once, licking your fingers.

Once you are dressed you leave the house with the animal in your arms, you aren’t even sure if it can be supported on the floor although you saw it was quite big, but you didn't want to take any risks. At the vet you were immediately taken care of, being a puppy he won the love of everyone who was there waiting and even the workers.

"His name?" the young woman at the counter asked you and you shook your head.

"I don't know, I found him last night." You explained. "I came in case there was any notice of loss or if you could find him chip and let the owner know." You tell her not very convinced, but the woman nods instantly.

"We'll let you know right away." She tells you to sit with the rest of the people waiting their turn and you go back to take the little puppy in your arms.

The vet asks you a few questions about where you found him, what condition he was in and especially how he had spent the night. Of course he was healthy, although you found him wet as if he had fallen in the river or something like that, otherwise he was fine and really at night he had not given you any problems, you didn’t even remember his existence when you woke up that morning, but you avoid telling her that.

After examining him well, make sure that there is no problem, neither physical nor medical in the animal, there is no chip that identifies him either, therefore he has either been abandoned or he has been lost from his mother. One way or the other it means that he is yours now, if you really want to take care of him.

At first you hesitated again, your job didn't have a very strict or heavy schedule, but taking care of another being meant a lot of responsibilities and you were sure that when your mother asked you, the idea of having an animal wasn’t what she referred to as a family or a stable relationship. You grunted at your own thoughts, you were a big girl, you didn't need your mother's approval for everything.

Fuck it.

You left the vet's office loaded down with so much stuff that it was impossible for you to discover Scud by your side. That's what you had decided to call him, it had been the first name that popped into your mind when the vet asked you to fill in his pet card. She gave him his vaccinations and the relevant microchip so that you wouldn't lose him again. You bought him a nice red collar that stood out perfectly with his fur, a short leash so he wouldn't go too far, soakers, a bed, food and a double food and water thingy. You had never cared for an animal yourself before, you just hoped you didn't spoil him too much.

When you got home you took the leash off and left it next to your house keys. The animal didn't seem very comfortable with the collar you had put on him. He was trying to get it off with his paws, nibbling at the leather and growling in frustration, but in the end he accepted that he was a tough opponent and lay down on the floor trying to regain his strength. You smiled broadly and stroked him with great care, going to the kitchen to prepare his things there, looking for a cupboard where to leave the animal's food.

The weeks went by, as the days went by the animal seemed to grow much more, but you were sure that it was something optical or that it was a big breed and even being a puppy it was very big. You didn't really think anything of it. He had adapted well to the house, he didn't do his needs on the floor, he didn't bite the furniture, the food had made him a little chubbier, reaching an optimal weight, he had stopped fighting with his collar and he slept with you in the bed. Yes, you had tried everything, but whenever you woke up the next day, the animal was sleeping next to you so soundly and adorably that you were unable to scold him.

That night you came home from work exhausted. Your body weighed a ton, the shift had been double this time, you had barely managed half an hour in the middle of the day to pick up Scud and give him a walk so that he would last until the evening. On the way home, if the ride had been much longer, you were sure you would have fallen asleep.

You left your coat on the coat rack at the entrance. The cold of winter had entered with force in the city forcing you to cover yourself almost until you looked like a burrito with legs. However, when you entered the house you discovered that the atmosphere there was warm. You frowned as you didn't remember leaving the heater on, basically because you couldn't afford it and because you were afraid that the puppy might accidentally get burned. You approached the thermostat checking that it was off, however the heat was still evident in the house, you weren't sure if it could be the neighbors you lived right below you, they are older people and normally the heat in their houses is usually higher, but you had never noticed the heat in your own house. You bit your lip thoughtfully, walking around the house in case you had forgotten something on when you spotted a silhouette in the darkness of your living room that made you recoil and bump into the hallway wall. You instinctively covered your mouth so he wouldn't hear your whimper as your mind tried to process why this man was in your house. How had he gotten there? What did he intend to do? Was he a thief and you had discovered him? No, he didn't look like a thief, he looked very comfortable standing in the middle of your living room, and... wait, he was naked? Oh my God, he was a psycho. Surely he was there to rob you, he would rob you, kill you and then rape you. That was it, he intended to defile your body while it was still warm. It was horrible.

"Oh for Lord Sake’s, would ya shut up?" You heard then from the living room and tensed in place.

Had you said it out loud? No, you were sure you had thought all that, could I read your mind?

"Aye, I can hear ya, and I could hear ya too when ya touched yerself everynight thinkin’ about that neighbor of yers." You listen again feeling a little offended, but then you thought back to what he had just said and felt your cheeks turn a deep shade of red. “I never met a screamer lass like ya.”

"H-how... Who are you? If you don't get out of my house, I'll call the police!" You threatened him and heard him snort in amusement.

"Ya called me, Scud." You heard his voice again, your body jumped as he said it directly against your ear. You pulled away discovering the man was standing next to you. His intense blue eyes riveted on you. How did he get there? You didn’t listen him moving.

Scud had said. You had named him. Scud. No, you had to be kidding, Scud was a puppy, at most a yearling, but he couldn't, he wasn't that man standing naked in front of you and...

"Are you kidding me, what do you mean, you're my dog?"

"No, I ain’t a dog, I'm a Hellhound." He defended himself noting a certain tone of offense in his voice.

"Sure... but that's what they are, aren't they? Dogs..." You mutter.

The man lunged at you grabbing you by the neck, slamming your back against the wall. You groaned from the blow, holding onto his arm wanting to pull away but he was exerting much more force than you thought, however the pressure against your throat was minimal, it didn't seem like he really wanted to choke you. His blue eyes have changed to a menacing reddish hue and your whole body jerked at the sight of him, intimidated.

"Hellhound..." He repeated between his teeth and you nodded your head quickly.

"Y-Yes, I'm sorry, but don't hurt me."

"Ain’t gonna hurt ya, lass, I just wanna ya to shut up. Fuck I've never heard someone talk so much. Yeah, my brother, but even now he won't shut up." He growled and his hand let go of your neck letting you breathe again steadily. In front of your eyes he showed you Scub's collar and you had the instinct again to ask him about your dog but you bit your tongue in time.

"So you're Scud..." you mumbled again and he nodded his head. " And- And do you have a name or..."

"Ya named me Scud, but my name was Murphy..." He shrugged.

"Was? You mean..."

"Years ago I was human, aye, but I'd rather ya called me Murphy, if Scub is the guy I'm seein’ in yer mind..."

"Stop doing that!" you covered your forehead as if that might block your thoughts of him. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I had no idea you were a Hellhound when I found you, you can leave anytime you want. You don't need to kill me, the door is open."

"Ain’t gonna kill ya, at least not now, and I ain’t gonna rape ya, lass, stop thinkin’ about it yer givin’ me a headache." He protested. "Ya saved my life that night, when ya found me."

"Did I?" You looked at him with clear surprise on your face and he rolled his eyes again with disgust.

"Aye, the night ya guys celebrate Halloween is the night when the Veil between the living world and the dead is at its thinnest, that night we took it upon ourselves to collect the wandering souls and take them with us, but I didn't make it in time and the Veil closed again." He explained and you nodded, you had heard a lot of legends about that, but that man seemed to mean it. "If ya hadn't picked me up that night, I would have possibly died."

"But you're already dead..." You can't shut up in time and he snorts violently.

"We can die too, ya know." He rolled his eyes boredom.

"Well, it doesn't matter. You're welcome, I guess, for saving you, now you can go... you're free or whatever..."

"No, it doesn't work like that either, but... since ya helped me, I gonna grant ya a wish, whatever ya need the most, whatever ya want the most, ya can ask me for it, lass." He told you and you frowned, thinking about it, you really didn't need anything, you didn't want anything, your life was fine as it was, boring, but it was fine.

"No... See, I appreciate it, but I don't need anything..." You mumbled without daring to look him in the eyes. "You can just leave, you don't owe me anything."

"No, I dunno think ya understand. Can't just leave, the Veil is closed, until it doesn't open again, I have to stay here." He shrugged. "I can grant ya whatever ya desire most and in return I will go recoverin’."

"Okay... But you're a Hellhound, aren't you guys not supposed to make pacts?"

"I'm a demon, I can do whatever I want." He acknowledged and you gestured, it seemed fair enough to you.

The man turned away from you a little, watching you silently waiting for you to say something, but really, no matter how many times you turned your head, you didn't want anything in particular. Your life was monotonous but you didn't care, you could live with it, you would like to be able to see your family more often, but that wasn't an emergency either, besides putting up with your mother's complaints weren’t in your plans. You shook your head again and rubbed your neck where he had held you. The warmth you felt as you entered the house was coming from him, he gave off that overwhelming warmth.

"Wouldn't ya like to have a perfect life with that... that neighbor of yers that ya've been in love with since ya were a child, lass?" he said suddenly snapping you out of your own thoughts.

"What, I don't... Oh for God's sake stop doing that!" You yelled back at him feeling your cheeks burning again and it wasn't from the heat in the house. "Stop messing with my mind! Besides, the last I heard from him he was married with two kids."

"What's the problem? The wife? The kids?"

"No! He's happy, I'm not going to suddenly show up at his house and wreck a family, besides I was in love, now it's already an accepted platonic love."

"It's ‘cause of the kids." He said again with a crooked smile.

Maybe on one hand yes, you had never been good at them nor liked them too much, but other than that you had a conscience and weren't desperate enough to ruin the life of an already built family, less for the wishes of a demon.

"What would you gain? If I agreed and asked you for something, what would you gain?"

"I would stay here as Scub until the Veil reopened and then in about... ten years? I would return to claim yer soul."

"O-okay so... it doesn't seem fair, you know? I helped you without expecting anything in return and you want to give me something I didn't ask for and on top of that in ten years you want to take my soul... I don't see it as good business."

"Well... Fifteen?"

"That's not the point!" You snaped in frustration because you were exhausted from work and you were there bargaining with a demon for your soul. It was absurd.

"I can transform into that guy and give ya the best night of yer life, too."

"I said...! Can you do that?" you muttered looking at him dumbfounded, he smiled crookedly and suddenly his hair started to grow, his shoulders broadened. "Stop! Stop!" you instantly shouted covering your eyes, it had been a long time since you had seen your neighbor, but Murphy was certainly copying him perfectly.

"And it's just the image of yer memories, if I had a picture..." His smile widened waggling his eyebrows mischievously, your cheeks burned once more and you shook your head.

"No, thank you, no." You shook your head again. "I'm serious, you can leave whenever you want, and if you can't leave you can find somewhere else..."

"It doesn't work like that, I've already told ya. C’mon, lass, is there really nothin’ ya wanna? Anythin’, job, family, travel, money. Ya humans love money."

"I wouldn't mind changing jobs, but I'm not going to give up something I have steady for undertaking somewhere that I might then get fired..."

"I can have ya win the lottery and open yer own business, whether it stays afloat will only depend on ya and if ya get bored ya'll have enough money to live on without needin’ to work anymore." He shrugged.

"For saving your life?"

"And for yer soul, aye." No, you hadn't forgotten the detail of your soul actually.

"Twenty years... I would like to delegate my work to... I don't know a child or someone important to me and with ten years I don't have enough time..." You bargained looking at him again, doubting he was going to accept, however he nodded his head.

"Twenty years." He agreed biting his thumbnail. You hesitated a second longer but finally extended your hand towards him. "What are ya doin’?"

"I'm shaking your hand...to seal the deal...doesn't it work like that?"

"Oh no, love, ain’t seal pacts like that."

You felt you were going to regret it the very moment his smile twisted and he slowly approached you, cornering you against the wall. You looked at him doubtfully, with a hesitant stutter stuck in your throat, you opened your mouth to say something, but his eyes glowed brightly in the darkness and he leaned towards you to kiss you.

Your whole body jerked at the warm sensation of his mouth on yours, for an instant you hesitated, you wanted to push him away from you, but his hand wrapped around your neck again blocking any thought.

Murphy undressed you ripping the clothes from your body without any care. His mouth ran down your neck, biting and marking your skin, a gasp of pleasure escaped from between your lips and you rested your hands on his shoulders so you wouldn't lose your balance. Murphy's hands caressed your whole body slowly moving down to your butt. His fingers closed over the tender skin of your ass making you gasp as he lifted you up forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist. Murphy's body pressed yours fully against the wall again, his mouth kept devouring your lips until they turned a reddish hue, swollen, his mouth moved down your neck slowly, kissing, biting your skin. One of his hands let go of your butt to lean against the wall, to keep his own balance as he moved his hips against you, rubbing his hard erection against your pussy still covered by the fabric of your panties. You gasped again, wrapping both arms around his neck moving in time with him, making the rubbing more intense. Murphy bit down hard on your neck before pulling away, gasping through his mouth, watching your tits move as you rocked against him rubbing your increasingly wet pussy against his hard cock. He growled lifting you a little higher against the wall having perfect access to your nipples, he licked, bit, sucked and stimulated with his tongue each of your sensitive buttons until they were hard and erect, you shivered at the cool sensation left on them as the warm demon's mouth left them.

Murphy looked sideways at you with a smirk painted on his mouth, you gasped in desperation, your cheeks red from the heat his body was transmitting to yours, you jerked wanting him to keep touching you, it had been too long since you had been with someone and the sensation of his hands and mouth all over your body was overtaking you. You knew you should be scared, defending yourself for what he was doing to you, but on the other hand you knew you had accepted his deal, that you couldn't stop him now, it was also true that you didn't expect him to make you seal it that way. He was a perverted demon.

"We all are, lass" You heard his voice against your neck and snapped.

"Stop doing that..."

"Sorry, sometimes ya think too loud." There was mockery in his voice. "Ya can scream his name if ya wanna, I ain't mind." He conceded and you rolled your eyes.

"Shut up..." You muttered averting your gaze, again his mouth twisted into an amused grimace.

"As ya wish..."

His arm still leaning against the wall slowly moved down your side giving you goosebumps until he reached your thigh, his gaze was completely locked on you, with that grimace still adorning his mouth, he slowly slid his fingers to your center pushing aside the fabric of your panties, you gasped when his fingertips brushed against your swollen and needy clit, his fingers moved down a little further losing themselves between your wet folds, pressing against your entrance. You moaned low closing your eyes, throwing your head back, leaning it against the wall.

"Clearly this demon ain’t the only pervert here, lass" He teased inserting the tip of his finger into your cunt. "So tight..." He whispered sliding his finger inside you listening to you sigh, digging your nails over his broad shoulders. "I gonna make ya feel fuckin’ good, love, ya'll see."

You wanted to say something, but his thumb pressed your clit making little circles, as his finger moved in and out adding a second finger when he felt your resistance loosen a little around his first finger. You moaned again as he started moving them fast inside you, making circles, opening them like a scissors, looking for that spot inside you that was getting you to see sparks. Holding onto his shoulders you began to move against his fingers feeling them deeper, burying your nails deeper into his skin, hearing him hiss.

"That's it, lass, fuck my fingers, imagine when my cock will be inside ya..." He whispered hoarsely, you rolled your eyes moving urgently, God you were so close. "Cum. I wanna feel ya squeeze my fingers when ya cum."

His fingers moved then in a way that cut the air from your lungs, you arched against the wall and a muffled moan forced your mouth open wide as your whole body trembled around and against Murphy, pressing yourself onto his fingers, cumming against them, dripping against his palm, the demon's grin grew much wider, his pupils fully dilated as he looked at you from the corner of his eye.

"Yer ready for me, lass." He assured you in a low tone before pulling his fingers out of you and ripping the panties from your body.

Murphy placed one of your legs over his arm elevating your body, holding his cock to press its tip against your wet folds, rubbing, lubricating himself with your natural essence rubbing your sensitive clit with his length before he placed the tip of his cock back against your entrance and pushed slowly. You gasped watching his cock enter you, not without a little resistance, he himself snorted as your pussy tightened around his head giving him an intense squeeze that coursed through his entire body. He placed your other leg over his arm and leaned back against the wall, leaving you completely imprisoned against it and his body. Your gaze was lost in hers for a second before he thrust hard inside you leaving his entire cock wedged inside you. A cry of pain came out of your mouth, your whole body jerked at the sensation of being filled, you could almost feel it in your stomach, the position you were in made you could almost feel the tip of his cock in your belly, hitting deep into your insides as he moved without giving you time to adjust to him. Your eyes filled with tears with the first strong thrusts, however pleasure began to break through as Murphy moved his hips changing the angle of his thrusts making those chips cloud your vision again. He rammed hard, fast, deep, he was now holding your legs still keeping you pinned against the wall, your whole body bouncing against his, your breasts rubbing against him, you heard him grunting and moaning low against your skin. You moaned again as his mouth caught one of your sensitive nipples torturing it with his teeth and tongue.

"Mur... Murphy!" you moaned, your fingers tangling in his hair tugging at it as you arched up and a new orgasm coursed through your entire body.

"Our deal is made." He gasped in your ear. "Yer body, yer blood, yer soul, belong to me." His teeth dug into your neck and your whole body trembled again, still recovering from your last orgasm. "In twenty years I will return and ya will come with me to Hell." He pushes once more hard inside you and you feel him cumming inside you. All his heat suddenly flooding you.

The next day when you checked your lottery ticket you discovered that your numbers had come up winners.

Murphy had kept his end of the pact. A deal as a thank you for saving a Hellhound you thought was a puppy.

Even if it meant spending eternity in Hell.

You still didn't think it was a fair deal.

I hope you liked it! I'll see you in the next story!

The story became broader in my mind, at first it was just going to be a Smut, I even thought about Mac because well... he's a demon, but then everything got twisted more 'fun' more 'nice' and Mac didn't fit much in my idea, I kept writing and Murphy showed up so... but for now it will stay as a One Shot, if I finish it and I like it maybe I'll upload the rest.

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Imagine Visiting Murphy At His Job

(A/N:) Happy St. Patrick's Day! I love the MacManus boys so much! So have a couple imagines to celebrate today! Happy reading!

Murphy MacManus X FemReader

Warnings: Slight mention of blood

Pregnancy was a little rough. Between the heartburn and the severe aches in your body you had decided every moment was worth it. You felt blessed carrying the symbol of the love of your husband within your womb. Murphy MacManus was a little rough around the edges when you had first met him but after a little while you got to know him better. He was sweet and could be extra clingy at times especially at night. There was moments where your marriage wasn't so blissful thanks to Murphy's hot Irish temper. You refused to back down during his hot headed moments but it didn't take long for you both to make up. Murphy always went above and beyond to comfort you after a fight. You rubbed at your swollen stomach reminiscing on fond memories. You were finishing up the dishes so you could sit down and rest your feet when you saw a paper bag sitting on the counter by the fridge. Your heart sank, Murphy forgot his lunch. After you hit a certain point in your pregnancy you were on maternity leave from your job. With not as much income flowing in to take care of all the baby supplies Murphy had to take another job. So you had started packing a little extra food since Murphy couldn't come home to eat before his second job and restaurants were too expensive for him to get something. Wiping your hands on a dishtowel you grabbed the bag before slipping on some shoes.

The sky was bright and clear, a perfect day for a walk. Of course the stares you got made you uncomfortable, most people acted like they never saw a pregnant woman before. You just shrugged them off, yeah you were pregnant but you were on a mission. A mission for the man you loved dearly.

The meat packing plant was dead ahead and you were so thankful. Your swollen ankles were starting to hurt you but despite the pain you couldn't let Murphy go hungry while he worked hard for his family. Connor was standing out on the docks smoking when he saw you.

"Yo Murph," he hollered into the building for his twin brother.

"What," Murphy yelled back.

"Yer pregnant woman is 'ere!"

"Ya yankin' my chain!"

"Nope get out 'ere and see for yer self," Connor replied heading inside so he could relieve his brother's spot on the line. Murphy ran out the building not waiting for Connor to get there to take over. When he saw you standing at the gate waving at him he jumped from the dock sprinting the short distance.

"What are ya doin, 'ere (Y/N)? Ya don' need ta be walkin' or leavin' th' 'ouse in ya condition," Murphy held you checking you up and down. Despite your swollen feet you looked to be healthy. He sighed in relief before he felt you squirming. You held up the brown paper sack.

"You forgot your lunch," you explained with a soft smile.

Murphy facepalmed, "I'm such a idiot!"

"Yeah," you kissed his cheek placing the bag in his hand. "But you're my idiot. Now get back inside before you cover me in blood. I do have to walk back home you know."

"D' ya need me ta walk ya back?" Murphy tried to act tough but he really worried about you, especially with how bad the city was getting. He couldn't stand the thought of you getting hurt.

"Nah I'll be fine Murph. I'll call the company and have them let you know I made it home. Does that appease the great MacManus?"

He leaned down kissing you deeply while stroking your stomach. "Fer now but I have a lil' somethin' 'n mind to appease me further later t'night."

You grinned cheeks turning a slight shade of pink. "If I feel like it Irishman." Murphy grinned kissing you again before watching you walk away. He stayed as long as he could watching you before Connor started cussing him for taking so long. Heading back into the plant to get back to work and to the swarm of teasing male co-workers Murphy felt like his life had finally fallen into place.

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