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full of hate - J. Murphy x reader

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John Murphy x reader - Dropship

You hated Murphy since you landed on the ground, you didn't expect for him to awaken something in you.

cw: shameless Murphy smut, plot, some violence, nsfw

Life on the ground was incredible.

It was like nothing I could've ever imagined, even though there were threats, such as the grounders and unstudied plants due to radiation- but none as big as John Murphy.

Everywhere I looked he'd be there; infecting everything with his toxins. The power Bellamy had given him went straight to his head, he truly believed he was better than everyone.

He seemed to know I hated him, and he gladly reciprocated that. His way of showing me? By humiliating me every chance he got.

I hadn't understood why he hated me, I had always tried to be nice to everyone around camp; even him at times, but he knew just how to wear my patience thin.

I had been peacefully minding my business skinning the newly fresh rabbit brought in by the hunting party. The game they brought was enough to feed everyone for the next two weeks. A deer, two bunnies, and a bird. One girl also brought in a few plants for me to work with for seasoning.

I was the camp butcher and cook, having sadly lost the previous ones. Everyone always adored my cooking and I tried to work with what we had.

Well, everyone except Murphy.

"What're you doing?"

The voice hit my ears like nails on a chalkboard, I didn't need to turn around to know who was about to pester me into a hole.

"What do you think I'm doing roach," I ask with heavy annoyance in my voice, still focused on skinning the rabbits while the water for the stew boiled.

"Poisoning the camp with your horrendous cooking," I could hear him walking closer to me, and my patience grew thin with every step.

"just go away-" I had been cut off by a loud crash.

He had kicked the pot of boiling water over into the dirt, drawing the attention of others.

This was my final straw.

Gripping the knife in my hand I swiftly grabbed Murphy, holding the bloodied knife to his throat.

"Fuck you, Murphy!" I shouted the blood from the rabbit was now on his neck.

Fear was masked behind ego in his eyes, I could tell he was scared by the way his hands defensively went up.

"I'm sorry, alright!" He spewed, something was relieving about hearing those words, seeing him so afraid of me. Though, anybody would be afraid.

Deep down I knew I wouldn't kill him, I knew the consequences of that. Killing Murphy wouldn't be worth getting tossed out of camp.

It had only been a few seconds before Bellamy was pulling me off of him. I didn't fight it, I just glanced around at everyone before picking up the pot and heading out to the river to collect more water while also clearing my mind.

There were never any final straws with Murphy around.

When I returned back to camp the air was thick with tension, and eyes were locked onto me as I prepped the broth for the rabbit meat.

I wasn't sure what Murphy could've told them, and I didn't care, if they chose to believe the cockroach then humanity was doomed.

It only took an hour to get the soup ready, everyone leaving me alone. I hadn't spotted Murphy yet, he wasn't terrorizing anyone, not making his presence known.

Was one threat really all it took to get rid of him?

Once I set up food for everyone I headed towards my shared ten with Raven, exhaustion quickly catching up with me. I had long forgotten about Murphy, the only thing on my mind was a peaceful night's rest.

Entering the tent I shrugged off my shirt, trying to change into a new one when I felt someone grab me from behind, making a yelp rupture from me.

I felt something cold and sharp press against my neck, fear instantly climbing up my spine as I thrashed around. The person's hand went to cover my mouth as he leaned in towards my ear.

"What're you gonna do now?" He whispered threateningly.

I instantly knew who it was, his scent invading my nose in a surprisingly good way. I tried to fight it, the thoughts of how his hands were on me felt good, this was no moment to think about Murphy like this.

He was holding a knife to my throat for fucks sake!

Knowing Murphy I thought he was really going to kill me, I soon felt regret for holding that knife to him.

I stopped thrashing around as it was no use, my breathing became wild as I prepared for the worst.

"Giving in to me so easily?" His hand uncovered my mouth, fingers still touching my lips.

"Suck," He demanded, his tone of voice was strong despite being hushed so nobody would hear.

This was the last thing I'd expect to happen with Murphy.

I couldn't help the lower sensation begin to rise throughout my entire body as I opened my mouth, Murphy's fingers instantly invaded the wet and warm place. I felt fuzzy and vulnerable all over, soon realizing I was enjoying this.

"Good girl," He said, making my thighs clench together, trying to get any type of friction to my clit.

Over time the blade on my neck didn't scare me, the fear turned to pleasure. My lower body became needy, the taste of his fingers being engraved into my mind as I was sucking wildly as if it was Murphy's cock and not just his fingers.

I could sense his smirk after I let out a soft moan, he was enjoying this too. Having me under his control, to do whatever he wanted with me. The thought could've made me cum then and there.

"Remember this next time," He whispered into my ear.

His knife trailed up and down my body, making me shiver at the coldness of the metal.

He suddenly retracted his hands to his sides, making me miss his fingers and the authority he held over me.

I turned around and he was leaving the tent, the taste of his fingers still vivid in my mouth.

I had debated running after him and demanding an explanation but I stood there, starstruck.

It didn't take long for me to snap back into reality, the thoughts I had about Murphy hit me like a train, embarrassment suddenly replacing the feeling before. I tried reminding myself I hated him, but despite everything I told myself, my body longed for his touch once again.

I wasn't sure what possessed me that night, I was sure it'd pass after a night's sleep. But I wasn't even safe in my dreams, his touch followed me everywhere.

Who knew weeks of hate could diminish with a few touches?

Though I still hated him.

I was sure of that.

But I couldn't stop my attraction.

I couldn't stop my mind from roaming in places it shouldn't.

I couldn't.

The only day I wish he annoyed me, he didn't. He would walk right past my butcher table, right by me. As if the previous night hadn't happened, as if his fingers didn't fill my mouth searching every crevice and crease.

Every so often Id catch him stealing glances at me- or at least I thought I did.

But I knew it was true when he was the first in line for breakfast, taking an extra long time to pick out his decision, forcing the tension between us to grow thicker. It was like he was torturing me like he knew just how bad I needed him.

The feeling had become too much for me, I quickly filled the bowls for dinner and rushed off to my tent once again, needing to relieve myself at least a little bit. I knew Raven was working with Monty in the dropship to figure out the wristbands so I had a bit of time to myself.

Rushing into my tent I dropped my pants and threw them onto a nearby chair. I climbed into the makeshift bed and began sucking on my own fingers, trying to mimic Murphy's movements the best I could.

I couldn't believe myself, getting off to the guy I despised with every ounce of my being. The way his middle part looked, how his nose was a bit too big for his face, how dark his blue eyes looked. I imagined every part of him, going back to that night in my mind.

My other hand snaked down to my clothed pussy, rubbing myself through the fabric while a series of moans escaped my occupied lips.

"Murphy..." I let out unrestrained, speeding up my movements.

"Yeah?" I heard someone ask.

My eyes instantly shot open as I scrambled up, staring at the one and only Murphy. How did he keep sneaking in her without me hearing?

He walked closer to me, "Don't let me stop you," He spoke, staring down at me.

I was frozen with shock, unable to process what just happened. How much had he seen? My face must've been a bright red by now.

"Too scared now? I said, Don't let me stop you." His hands found their way to my throat, giving it a light squeeze. I wasn't sure of his motives but I knew, in this moment, I was more turned on than ever.

The grip he had on my throat only turned me on more, now soaking through my panties.

I shakily began rubbing myself through my panties again, my nerves shooting through the roof. The man Id been having fantasies about was now watching me fuck myself.

Murphy swiftly unbuckled his belt and undid his zipper, bringing his hard cock out in front of my face, the sight had me drooling while he smirked down at me.

"Put that practice to good use," He spoke, tapping his tip on my lips, the hand on my throat now running to my hair, grabbing a fist full of it causing me to open my mouth just enough for him to thrust into it. He released a low groan at the initial feeling, the taste of his cock now invading my mouth.

I swirled my tongue around the shaft of his dick while he fucked mercilessly into my mouth, gripping my hair tighter every time to keep me still. With every thrust he hit the back of my throat, sending chills down my entire body.

"Thought you hated me," He said in between grunts, "Now you have my dick in your mouth," His familiar smirk was still planted on his face, he'd never let me live this down.

I felt his dick twitch in my mouth before he pulled out, tear snow streaming down my face.

"Fuck you," I said in between breaths, regaining my composure.

"Yeah, don't worry, you're about to." He took me by the arm and made me lay flat with my ass in the air.

His hands grabbed and slapped at my ass, making me squeak out pathetic moans. Grabbing the waistband of my panties he dragged them down, revealing my soaked pussy.

"You sure you hate me?"

Before I could reply he had already trusted into my pussy, giving me no warning. the sudden filling made my back arch. Murphy threw his head back, relishing the feeling of my tight pussy around his dick.

He didn't let me adjust before he was thrusting deep inside of me, unable to control his urges. The pleasure was unlike anything of felt before, his length made it so easy to hit every spot inside me, spots I'd never even known of.

"I hate you!" I moaned out, I wasn't sure if it was true or not anymore, I just didn't wanna give him the satisfaction of knowing I loved being fucked by him.

"Want me to stop?" He retorted. He knew I didn't want him to stop, so when I didn't answer he grabbed a fist full of my hair again, forcing me to prop my arms up to support myself. The grip on my hair only helped him pound into me further, not giving me any chance to think.

I wasn't just full of Murphy, I was full of hatred. I hated the fact I enjoyed this so much, hated the fact I never wanted it to end, hated the fact he could make me feel this good, hated how much I loved this.

"Fuck, Murphy!" I felt the familiar wave of my climax race up my body, making me shake with pleasure as I came around his dick. This didn't stop Murphy, in fact, it only fueled him more.

"Just let it out," He spoke breathily, my arms felt like they were gonna give out but before they could he pulled my hair, bringing my back to his chest as he held me up. "Let everyone in camp know how good you feel right now,"

His hands snaked up my body to my neck, giving it a tight squeeze, something I never thought I'd be into until Murphy.

"I hate you," I moaned out between cries and breaths, my sweet spot now becoming sensitive as he kept relentlessly fucking me.

"Sure looks like it," He smirked into my shoulder, now beginning to suck and bite as his own climax was nearing the edge.

The grip on my neck was enough to make me cum again, the tightening helping Murphy reach his own high.

Murphy quickly pulled out of me, shooting his load onto the ground of the tent, laying his head in the crook of my neck while he caught his breath. I leaned into his touch while his hands slid up and down my sides, tracing each curve with admiration.

"Same time tomorrow?" He asked muffled.

"Go fuck yourself,"

Despite my words, he knew I wanted it just as bad as he did.

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peggysousfan · 1 year

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The 100 Rewatch Season 1 (Ep 1 Part 1)

Okay so I’m a little late (I know I feel horrible!) I was so excited when it was announced we were doing this! I don’t have discord so I hope posting a long list of thoughts on the episode is okay??

So moving forward:

Love artist Clarke<3 Her drawings of Earth and what she thinks it’s like always blew my mind. I know its the only thing keeping her sane in solitray confinement. To keep her isolated from other human beings for literally a year still boggles my mind, I’m surprised she didn’t have more issues on the ground when they landed being around a a hundred other, loud, delinquents. Even with her leadership skills. Being isolated for so long has dire effects on people no matter how strong they are.

Then they had to tranquilize a 17 yr old, unarmed, and untrained teen to get her on the dropship (Still reeling from that) I mean goddamn. And they did so while she was hugging her mom, who she hasn’t seen, in a year. Sorry but the guards really suck at their job in this scene to me lol

So Dropship, honestly I’m amazed it did so well on the landing. I’ts over a hundred years old and even with the added in supplies and modifications to help the hundred, it wouldn’t have been safe or enough. I know in the books the dropship basically falls apart and into pieces.

On the dropship, out of a hundred teens, how does Wells get seated right next to Clarke? I mean bit of a coincidence. I will say Clarke was harsh to Wells for a while, and she did have a reason. But like... Wells could have been a little more honest. And I do wish they added in how Wells was arrested. In the books he burned down the tree Also Jahs’s message was so cold and cruel. They’re a bunch of teens and kids who’s crimes, many of which, were minor. That doesn’t make them expendable.

~Ark~

Callie’s a good diplomat for the council, saying she can’t confirm or deny any information when the people clearly saw a ship launch to the ground. Even though you can see on her face at the end when she turns where she kind of having an ‘Oh shit’ moment with how many people saw the ship launch. Callie seemed like a good friend to Abby and i really think they should have done more with her character (Same goes for Wells.)

~Ground~

Finn’s an idiot. On the dropship floating around without a seat belt and he gets several kids killed that tried to do what he was doing. Stupid. Not only were several killed but it knocked out everything they needed to contact the Ark. Literally screws up everything. Kind of a coincidence it knocked out everything, and a bit dramatic, but *Shrugs* I always thought it was a bit rushed i this moment where on the Ark Sinclair os telling Kane that everything they programmed in to help them is gone. Like it happened so fast and somehow everything is broken? Like come on. Something has to work.

And right when they think they’re about to die Wells doesn't confess the truth? Seriously? Right then and there when they think the ship will crash and burn them all he doesn’t spit it out? Clarke did interrupt him when he mentioned her dad but he could have put more of an input to tell her the truth. Then they land safely and for once in their lives its quiet. Which to be fair is kind of great. No hum, no noise just silence. It has to be weird for them.

“If the air’s toxic we’re all dead anyway.”

Yes!

Look I love Clarke and she’s very smart, but Bellamy had a point. What were they gonna do? Sit in the dropship and survive off the tiny bit of recycled air they had left? They only had one option- open the doors. Then theirs the Blake sibling reuninon and Octavia is ready to just throw hands because she’s known as the girl under the floor! Lmfao she’s been a handful since day one, no wonder she turns into a grounder badass! Also she pointed out the uniform pretty fast and Clarke noticed he was missing a wrist band. I mean, really Bellamy? Borrowing a guards uniform? Its not like the guard will let you be a guard for a day after demoting you to janitor after helping break the law for 16 years. That lie right there should have been a major red flag for the others, especially for Octavia. But she’s honestly too excited to see her brother again and see Earth for the first time.

And we’re on Earth! Green, green, and more green!

“We’re back bitches!!”

YESSS!!!

But the moment is short lives for Clarke. as she grows serious and grabs the map for Mount Whether, quickly figuring out they’re on the wrong Mountain. And here’s Finn with the nickname Princess. Honestly even if I wasn’t a bellarke shipper, it sounds better coming from Bellamy. From the irritation and distrust, to understanding and teasing. Its just better imo

~Ark~

Kane... First off, that hair man lmfao. The slicked back look is just not it, for Kane (Or Bellamy for that matter) Also Kane is such an asshole here. At least he acknowledges Abby’s smart thinking with the wrist bands but honestly that’s it. The rest of the time he’s just overbearing and a control freak. Like he’s nitpicking at the board with the kids vital signs. I’m sorry Kane, really I am. I know you want everything to be perfect to return to the ground but lats I checked Abby and Jackson were the scientists who know what they were doing, you didn’t.

He shouldn’t be judging so harshly and trying to control or oversee everything, especially when he doesn’t know what everything is, how it works, and what its full function is.

~Ground~

Clarke knowing how to on maps is honestly such a great thing, and I love how it connects her to her father. She and her dad were really close and I really swish we could have seen more of that relationship. It seemed Clarke learned a lot from her dad and took after him a lot too.

And here’s Wells feeling guilty bc he’s learning how Clarke can read maps. I feel so bad for Wells, he deserves so much better!

Then comes goofball Jasper! But I always found it odd Murphy shows up and claims Jasper’s with them then... nothing. They don’t stick up for him anymore or include him with the other’s. Instead Murphy will later try to kill him. Seriously, doesn’t make sense.

And while I understand the hatred the hundred have towards Jaha, and essentially Wells and Clarke because they were privileged,they’re also now on the ground with them and labeled as delinquent criminals. And out of everyone else Clarke is the only one who can read a map and help them get to their real destination for food to survive. Like if they don’t get food they will die. The freedom is fun and all but eventually;y they’ll grow hungry and make it really hard on themselves, and they just hated on Clarke and Wells the most. the two people who were trying to help and make sure they survive. Granted Wells was doing it for Clarke while Clarke was doing it for everyone else but still. They needed to survive and to do that they needed supplies.

Here in this scene Octavia sides with her brother, dissing Wells and Clarke. But she kind of becomes friends with Clarke only a few minuets later when they plan on finding Mount Whether? Like its a completely different attitude and it’s always thrown me off about their relationship in the beginning.

I understand Bellamy's’ POV about the privileged doing the work for a change, getting the sup;lies and all. But realistically its not possible. He’s just trying to show off a bit and rebel. Even though Clarke had a point on everyone needing to go to get the supplies, it just wan’t enough to convince a bunch of ignorant kids to listen to reason. For one in their lives they’re free. And some take advantage of that like Murphy when he shoves Wells and sprains his ankle. Honestly uncalled for and Murphy is such an ass here. But I will say he grows a lot as a character in later seasons, but here? He’s just a stick up the ass.

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Okay so I have to head to bed soon bc I have to work early in the morning for an all day shift :( Which leaves me to break this rewatch episode into a few parts!

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