Hello, lovelies!! I hope you're all doing well. I wanted to provide this update for anyone who's still reading my fic (aka animmortalist ao3 user), and waiting (so patiently!) for an update on one of my wips.
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I've been dealing with a lot of life stuff the past two years. Like...A wild amount haha. But essentially, I've gotten to a good place with my job, mental health and original writing. All of which were a lot and sometimes a mess for much of 2019-2022. I kind of lost my marbles for a while there, but I want to express how much I appreciate that people are still reading and enjoying my fic. I never thought it would get to where it is now. I am always grateful and so amazed every time I see a new kudos or comment, whether it's a one new or older story.
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TL;DR:
Fic updates are in the works!
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multichp | exes | enemies to lovers | hurt/comfort
summary: Raven Reyes has her life figured out. She graduated first of her class, got early acceptance to MIT, and is going to change the world. Then, she runs into a past she'd rather forget: John Murphy, who's enrolled as a music student at Berkley. Immediately, she rejects his apologies for his involvement in the accident that left her with her brace and trauma to work through. They loved each other once upon a time, but she has a new boyfriend now, and doesn't intend on ever forgiving Murphy. Soon enough though, she finds herself drawn to him once more, and unable to fight those pesky feelings she'd believed she'd long since buried.
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Raven divorces her cheating husband, and after everything is finalized, she fucks her divorce attorney who is none other than John Murphy.
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Raven hated that she was here, that she had to do this at all, but after finding out her husband of eight years was cheating on her, what else was she supposed to do? He’d begged her to stay, to work it out, telling her over and over how he was willing to fight for them.
She’d almost been convinced by that until she remembered he was the reason all of this had happened in the first place. If he’d really wanted to fight for them, he wouldn’t have given into temptation and broken his marriage vows.
Jesus, he’d signed a fucking rental lease with his girlfriend and now he wanted to fight for their marriage?
Bullshit.
Feeling more certain about her decision she texted Bellamy to let him know she was there. He was the one who had recommended the lawyer she was about to see, they’d apparently gone to school together and Bellamy said he was the guy to go to.
I’M HERE. JUST WAITING. ANYTHING I NEED TO KNOW BEFORE I MEET HIM?
BELLAMY: HE CAN BE AN ASSHOLE, BUT SOMETIMES IT’S GOOD TO HAVE AN ASSHOLE IN YOUR CORNER
Raven smiled as she typed out a response.
THAT’S WHAT I TELL PEOPLE ABOUT YOU!!
He sent back an emoji rolling it’s eyes and Raven was plotting a response when the receptionist called from her desk. “Mr. Murphy will see you now.”
Grabbing her jacket and big purse she walked down the short hallway to the door which said MURPHY on the frost glass, but before she could knock it opened. The man in front of her was a few inches taller than her, his posture relaxed, but his eyes were serious. For some reason when she looked at him, she thought of a 1950s greaser in a leather jacket and combat boots lounging in a booth diner.
“Raven Collins?”
She nodded and took his offered hand before he gestured for her to come into his office. “Bellamy told me you were looking to get divorced, is that right?”
Divorced, what an awful word, but she nodded again and finally found her voice. “Yes. Do you do a lot of them?”
“Enough of them,” he answered as he settled at the little table in the corner rather than his desk. Grateful, because it made the entire thing feel less formal, Raven sat across from him. “I’m a jack of all trades type of lawyer. I do a little bit of everything. What’s the reason for the divorce?”
“Infidelity.”
He nodded, but she was pretty sure she heard him mutter ‘ass’ under his breath as he made a note on his legal pad. She’d always pictures lawyers as cold and heartless, maybe a little formal, but she wasn’t getting any of those vibes from him. She wondered how long it would take for him to be an asshole.
“How long were you together?”
“Fifteen years, but we were only married for eight.”
“You meet him when you were twelve?” he joked.
“Eleven, actually.” He’d been the only person in her world for years, and Raven was just now beginning to understand how bad that was. “We married when we were eighteen. I worked, I’m a mechanic.”
“That’s hot.” The observation was so casually tossed out Raven almost missed, and he was grinning at her when she met his gaze. “That’s not professional to say.”
Okay, that was a little assholey because it wasn’t an apology, but Raven decided she wasn’t offended. Whoever this man, he didn’t appear to be the kind who kept his thoughts to himself which was refreshing after years of trying to understand Finn. “He went to college, I helped pay for some of it, and now he’s a strategist for a politician.”
She didn’t know why she was telling him this, he didn’t ask. He probably didn’t need to know her life story in order to get divorced but she was feeling particularly vulnerable and he was nearby. It probably wasn’t the first he’d had someone dump emotional baggage on him.
“Wife in town, girlfriend in DC?” he guessed.
Raven hated how easy it was for him to figure out what had taken her years. “Yes.”
He nodded and leaned back in his seat, resting his hands on his stomach as he watched her. “How badly do you want me to kick his ass?”
The question was enough of a surprise she blinked at him. “What?”
“There’s a more polite way to word the question, but you don’t seem the type to want to tiptoe around.”
“No,” at least she wasn’t anymore.
“What’s the endgame you’re looking for,” he asked. “After you file for divorced do you want to split everything down the middle and call it good? Or would you rather do whatever you have to do in order to get it done quickly? Or do you want to squeeze his balls until he calls uncle?”
“I don’t know, to be honest,” Raven said even as she laughed at the image. “I didn’t know squeezing his balls was an option.”
“It is.” He pushed his notepad to the side. “You paid for him to go to college, and now he’s what, spending the money on his girlfriend? That’s a dick move. If you want to get out quick, I get it, and we can make that happen, but if you want something else let me know.”
“I want my own shop,” she told him, shocking herself.
That had been her private dream, something she had mentioned to Finn only once or twice, something she hadn’t even told Bellamy about. And yet for some reason she was telling a complete stranger.
“Your own shop?” he repeated, making more notes. “You mean your own mechanic’s shop.”
“Yes,” she answered because he had taken the admission in stride, hadn’t looked surprised or wary of a woman owning her own place. Raven was beginning to wonder if anything phased him. “I was hoping once Finn, my husband, got a job we could start paying down some of the student loans so I’d be able to start my own place. It never happened.”
“How much does he make?”
“A lot.”
He nodded and made a note. “Do you have financial information?”
When she’d made the appointment she’d asked what she should bring and they’d basically said everything you’ve ever done during your marriage so she pulled out the manilla envelope from her massive purse and handed it to him. “Yes.”
“Prepared, I approve.” He took the package and leaned back to drop it on his desk, then leaned back in his chair to grab a business card. “And I’ll get started on the papers. What address would be the best place to serve him at?”
She knew the address of his apartment in DC, the one he’d shared with his girlfriend, but she didn’t know if he was still staying there. She wondered what he’d tell his colleagues about the divorce. If even told them about it at all. “Can you serve him at his job?”
He laughed so hard Raven was a little worried he was going to fall out of his chair. “Hell yes, I can. I think we’re going to get along just fine Mrs. Collins.”
“Reyes,” she corrected, knowing she was going to go back to maiden name the moment she could. “It’s Reyes.”
Murphy smiled like he understood, leaning forward with his hand out. “Nice to meet you, Raven Reyes.”
Murphy was walking through the bar on his way out when he spotted Raven sitting by herself at the one of the high tables. She was wearing a simple black dress and her hair was down, which he’d never seen before, and before he realized what he was doing he was walking towards her. “Raven.”
She looked up, a bright smile covering her face when she recognized him, and immediately Raven got off the chair and reached out to hug him. “What are you doing out on a school night?”
The casual affection surprised him, set him a little off balance, but he’d made a career out of pretending to be unaffected. “Job offer,” he answered.
“Are you heading out? Do you want a drink?” she gestured to the chair next to hers and without thinking too closely about why, he sat. “What kind of job offer?”
Murphy grabbed a waitress and put in an order for a beer before turning back to Raven. Her hair was much longer than he’d realized, nearly touching her lap as she sat next to him. Combined with the glossy lips and hint of cleavage, she was drop dead gorgeous. “There’s a firm here in town who wants me to join up.”
“Are you going to accept the offer?”
He thanked the waitress when she dropped the glass and bottle at the table, but he drank straight from the bottle. “Nope. I like being my own boss, and I have a problem with authority, so I’d likely just get myself fired. But it was nice to be asked.”
She laughed and lifted her martini to her lips.
“Are you out celebrating?”
“First chance to toast the divorce,” she explained. “I was working my ass off last week and was too tired.”
Murphy looked around the bar. “Are you here with anyone?”
“Nope,” she popped the ‘p’ as she answered. “I don’t have a lot of friends anymore. Bellamy would have come out, but he hasn’t been able to get away from work.”
“That’s depressing, Reyes.”
She grinned, as she always did, when he called her by her maiden name. “I’m aware, but I have mozzarella sticks coming so it’ll be less depressing then.”
“Got any plans for your settlement money?”
He’d managed to get more than enough from the cheating son-of-a-bitch to set Raven up for years. Instead of Finn paying back the money Raven had spent while he’d been going to school, Murphy had convinced him to pay the attorney fees, and then a large lump sum which was big enough to make her ex blanche.
“I’m still thinking about the shop,” she admitted. “There’s a place not far from here, it’s a good spot, good space. Wouldn’t take much work to get it up and running.”
“What are you going to call it?”
“I don’t know, Reyes?” she shrugged. “There’s no reason to get fancy about it.”
The food came then and Raven pushed the plate between them. “I know you just had dinner, but have at these if you want.”
Murphy ate one and could feel Raven’s eyes on him the entire time. “I know I’m sexy, Reyes, but the staring isn’t exactly subtle.”
“Is our professional relationship over?”
It wasn’t the question he’d been expecting but he nodded. “Yeah. Finn’s in charge of paying me, and you’re officially divorced, so my part is done. Why?”
She bit her lip which was distracting. “I came here to pick up someone.”
Every rational thought he’d ever had, and granted there weren’t a lot to begin with, disappeared as she made the admission. “Oh.”
“Finn was the only person I’d ever been with,” she admitted, meeting his gaze. “And – I can stop oversharing.”
He absolutely did not want her to stop because he had a pretty good idea what was coming at the end of the conversation and he desperately wanted to get there. “We don’t have attorney-client privilege,” he managed to get out. “But if you’re about to tell me about your sex life, you can’t just leave me hanging like that.”
She smirked and took another drink from her glass. “Sex with Finn was okay, and I thought our relationship was good enough the rest didn’t matter.”
“But you’re starting to think it matters,” and if he was half hard already, no one would be able notice from where he was sitting.
Raven nodded. “At the vey least I want a palate cleanser.”
Murphy put his arms on the table and leaned forward, keeping his voice down so anyone walking by wouldn’t be able to hear him. “Raven, if this conversation isn’t going to end with you asking me to fuck you, please tell me now. I’d rather disappoint my dick sooner rather than later.”
She rubbed her lips together and nodded. “That’s where this was going, yeah.”
He reached into his back pocket and dropped way too much money on the table; he’d been a waiter while getting through school, he knew how much it sucked. “Your place or mine?”
“Yours,” she answered, sliding off the chair. “Are you good to drive?”
“I didn’t drink at dinner and didn’t finish the beer,” he assured her, putting his hand low on her back to guide her out of the restaurant. “Did you drive?”
“No,” she shook her head. “I wasn’t sure how much alcohol it was going to take to get up the nerve to hit on someone.”
He stopped walking and studied her. “You’re not drunk, are you?”
“Just the one drink, and it takes a hell of a lot more than that to get me drunk.”
Satisfied he walked with her to the parking lot and stopped at his car, unlocking it as soon as he was close enough. “This is me,” and since she was already opening her door he wasn’t going to push her out of the way just for chivalry points.
“Did you have anything in particular in mind?” he asked as he started the engine.
“In mind?” she asked he pulled onto the street.
“For the fucking,” he reminded her and blatantly put his hand so high up on her thigh the only thing keeping him from cupping her was the stretch of the dress across her lap. “I’d hate for you to be disappointed.”
Her gaze was staring at his hand, but he didn’t do anything more. He wasn’t sure if she was skittish or just nervous, but he didn’t want to push it. Not yet anyway.
“I don’t know.”
“Come on,” he encouraged. “You’ve got to have had some fantasies. I’ll go first, my favorite thing to get off to is fucking someone in my office.”
She turned to look at him, and he couldn’t tell because it was too dark in the car, but he was pretty sure she was turned on. Something about the air between them had changed, electrified. “Your office?”
“Yeah, someone comes to bring me lunch and it turns out she’s not wearing any underwear and just came over for a quickie on the desk.” He lowered his voice as they came to a stoplight, “You have to be quiet, you know? Because there’s other people around you don’t want to get caught.”
The streetlights let him see her swallow and nod. “I always wanted to get fucked from behind.”
He was immediately hard as stone but tried keep his voice casual as he drove towards his apartment. “Dickwad wouldn’t do it?”
“Once, but he said he didn’t like it.”
“It’s an ego thing,” Murphy scoffed, because he’d met the man who was dumb enough to lose Raven Reyes. “If you’re not looking at his pretty face than you might forget who’s inside you. But don’t worry, you won’t forget who’s fucking you. I talk a lot.”
“Dirty talk?”
“Filthy talk,” he corrected with a grin. “There’s a subtle, but important difference.”
Raven shifted on the seat, her hand moving his until it was just under the hem of her dress. A wave arousal hit him so hard he nearly groaned. “Give me an example.”
“Dirty talk is like ‘I’m going fuck you with my fingers until you’re desperate to come,’” he explained, his finger twitching against the bare skin of her thigh. “Filthy talk is more ‘I’m going to bury my fingers in your wet pussy until my hand is soaked and you’re begging to come and then you’re going to lick your arousal off me so you know how good you taste.”
She was breathing hard, her hips moving so slightly he wouldn’t know except for the hand he had on her. “You’re right, there’s a difference.”
“Are you wet, Reyes?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Raven was almost unbearably aroused by the time Murphy opened the door to his apartment. After he’d asked her if she was wet they’d spent the rest of the car ride in silence, but his hand has been an ever present weight on her thigh. It was a tease, a promise, and it would have been entirely to dangerous for him to finger him while he drove, but she’d nearly broken and asked him to touch her.
“Want anything to drink?” he asked as he tossed his keys in the general direction of his couch.
“No.”
He turned to face her, “Nervous?”
Raven thought about the question seriously and was surprised to find she wasn’t. “No.”
“Raven Reyes,” he grinned with a shake of his head. “You’re a badass.”
“Thank you.”
“When was the last time you had an orgasm?”
“Last week.”
He snorted. “When was the last time you had an orgasm that made your toes curl?”
“A while,” she admitted.
“The original plan was to bring you here, bend you over the kitchen table and immediately fuck you senseless.” She liked how calm and casual he was about all this, like they’d been planning on eating in but he’d changed his mind at the last minute. He put his hands in his pockets and watched her. “But I have a feeling you’ve got a hell of a lot of need bottled up inside that amazing body of yours.”
Raven shrugged. She’d been honest with him earlier when she’d said sex with Finn had always been fine, but the kind of wild and rough sex he was talking about was something they’d never come close to. She was beginning to suspect there was a deep well of desire in her she’d never even touched, but she’d bet her divorce money Murphy would be able to find the bottom.
“You’re probably right.”
“Come here,” and it should have sounded like an order but instead it reached her ears like a suggestion, a seduction, and Raven pictured herself as the fly being lured into a web. She moved towards him, but he didn’t kiss her like she’d been expecting, instead he ran his hands over every part of her body. Down her back, over her ass, the briefest caress over her breasts.
“I’m not going to lie, I pictured fucking you in my office.”
She was surprised. She’d always been weirdly attracted to him, like the high schooler in her recognized had a former bad boy, but she hadn’t been aware the attraction and been reciprocated. “You did?”
His hand slid up between her thighs. “A couple of times. After you came by to finalize everything I went home and pictured you on your knees, but that’s a pretty basic male fantasy.”
“Do you want me to-“ she started but he was already shaking his head.
“You’re here to get fucked, Reyes, that’s the priority.”
Murphy reached under her dress and pulled down her underwear and she was just a little irritated because those had been expensive and sexy and he hadn’t even seen her in them. Then his hand was between her legs again the irritation melted away.
“I can’t wait to see my cock sliding into your pussy,” he told her and while she’d never pictured herself as the type to enjoy filthy talk, Murphy was quickly bringing her over to his side of thinking. The images his words conjured were enough to make her squirm. “But I want to see what you look like when come.”
She felt a finger brush against her and Raven swayed on her heels. “Let me take my shoes off.”
He didn’t move his hand so as she shifted to kick off her heels the contact moved and changed in unexpected ways.
“You’re soaked, Reyes,” he murmured against her temple, the tip of his finger finding the slit of her folds and shifting so gently and slowly it barely counted as moving. “Is all this just for me, or would you get this wet for anyone?”
Raven reached up to hold onto his shoulders, not trusting her balance. “Just for you.”
As if rewarding her for the answer he increased the pressure of his finger, sliding through the slickness and circling her entrance but going nowhere near her clit which was now needy for him. “You’re going to come so quickly, aren’t you? You’re not even going to make me work for it.”
Desperate to get more contact Raven reached behind her and slid the zipper down so she could push the fabric down to her hips. His finger paused for just a moment as he looked her breasts, barely encased in a nearly see-through lace bra.
“Fuck,” he murmured as he reached up to roughly touch her. His hand covered her, kneading the flesh, pinching the nipple. “Take it off, I want to see you.”
“Give me a finger,” she negotiated.
His grin was quick and sharp, full of amusement and hunger. “Fair is fair.”
The intrusion was slow and welcomed, her inner muscles instinctively trying to clench around him. It wasn’t enough, but it was more than she’d had in months, so she unhooked the bra and dropped in on a nearby chair.
“I’ve been wondering for weeks what color your nipples are,” he told her, and now that there wasn’t anything separating his hand from her body, the contact was nearly electric. The nail of his thumb scraped against the hard bud, and while she didn’t understand his fascination, she enjoyed knowing he’d fantasized about her too. “You’re gorgeous.”
When she reached for his shirt he shook his head. “In order to this off I’d have to move my hand and I’m not doing that until you come. How many fingers can your pussy take?”
She didn’t think that was a question which actually required an answer so she simply reached beneath his shirt to press her palms against his back. His skin was impossibly hot beneath her touch.
Murphy leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth the same instant his finger began to move inside her.
All train of thought was lost.
She moved against him, but her rhythm was erratic because he wasn’t matching his movements. He’d lick her nipple and then drive his finger deep into her, but never at the same time. It was a constant stream of stimulation with the background of his voice telling her all the things he wanted to do to her.
“That’s right, Reyes, fuck my hand.”
“Another finger,” she told him. “I need more.”
She’d barely finished the sentence before two fingers began to slightly stretch her. Since she’d found out about Finn cheating on her she’d taken solace with her vibrator, but the little thing was meant just for clitoris stimulation. It had been a while since anything, or anyone, had been insider her.
When he pulled out and then slid back in again she didn’t hold back the moan.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he muttered half a second before he kissed her.
The contact was a shock, which Raven realized was ridiculous because he was literally finger fucking her, a kiss should hardly feel more intimate. His lips were dry and insistent, his tongue a warm pressure against the seam of her mouth.
She opened for him, the sweep of his tongue a demanding thing and she responded in kind. It was a sexy, sloppy kiss, and Raven wondered how he managed to do so many things to her at once. His fingers drove her closer to orgasm even as his mouth plundered.
“Another one,” he asked against her mouth and she nodded.
Murphy tugged at her dress, pulling it up so the entire thing was above her hips. “I want to see it,” he told her, and his voice sounded as wrecked as she felt. “Let me hear you, Reyes.”
Raven could feel his fingers sliding out of her, her fingers gripping so tight on his shoulders she wondered if she might leave bruises behind. Then three of his fingers were pushing in her and she gasped at the feel of them.
“You good,” he asked, voice tight as he dragged his eyes away from her pussy to her face. She kissed him and then nodded.
“It’ll be better when it’s your cock.”
His eyes went blazing hot, his fingers filling her so quickly and roughly she nearly came right then. “Oh my, God.”
“You’re so close,” he encouraged. “Another night, I might drag it out, make you so needy you forget how to talk but I need to be pounding into before I come in my slacks. If you come, Reyes, we both get what we want.”
Raven nodded but she needed more, “My clit.”
He wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her upright. “Do it yourself, I want to watch you touch yourself while you get off on my fingers.”
She moved her own hand between them, her fingers brushing against his wrist. When she touched her clit her whole body jerked at the pressure, “Oh my god.”
“That’s it, don’t be gentle.”
His fingers continued to pump into her as she pressed against the hard nub of her arousal, and her orgasm was like a tsunami, crashing into her with almost nowhere.
“Fuck,” she yelled as her entire body went tight with the force of the climax.
Murphy’s hand shined from Raven’s arousal, and while he’d told her in the car she’d lick it off of him, he knew he didn’t have that kind of time. Desperate need clawed inside, so raw and primal it felt like drowning; he needed to be inside her or he’d die.
He pushed the dress off her body and turned her around to face the kitchen table. “Bend over,” he ordered, as if he had any control over what was happening. When she put her elbows on the wood, her ass stuck out and the only reason he didn’t come right then was because he wanted to be inside her.
Stubbornness had always been his strong suit.
“Don’t move, I’m getting a condom.”
“My bra,” she said, her voice cracked. “I had a condom in my bra.”
Looking down he found the foil pack on the ground near his feet and tore it open carefully. Not wanting to waste any time, he pulled his cock out of his pants and left the rest of his clothes intact. Once the condom was on, he used the slickness on his hand to lube it. “Ready?”
“Yes.”
It was the only word he needed to hear.
Murphy stepped up behind her, put one hand on her hip and used the other to guide his erection to her entrance. “I’m going to try and give you another orgasm,” he promised. “But I’m so fucking turned on I don’t know how long I’ll last.”
“It’s fine,” she assured him, her hips moving back.
He moved the hair from her back so he could kiss the place at the base of her neck. “Do you mind if I pull on your hair?”
Murphy waited while she thought about it. “If I change my mind?”
“Just say stop,” he assured her, trying to remain just a little bit sane with the tip of his cock between the folds of her vagina. “That’s goes for everything.”
She nodded again and he ran his fingers down her spine so he could grip her hips with both hands. “Rough, right?”
“Don’t hold back.”
Taking her at her word he took a deep breath and buried himself to the hilt in one thrust.
She let out a strangled cry and he was about to check in with her when she moved back, pressing her ass into his crotch. “I don’t think you have to worry about me not coming again,” she managed to get out between unsteady breaths. “I’m so fucking close already.”
He could feel the muscles surrounding his cock flutter.
“Do you feel that? Feel how deep I am in your pussy?” he asked, rotating his hips to go just a little deeper. “Fuck, you feel good around my cock. So hot and wet, your pretty ass just begging to spanked.”
“Do that, and I’ll cut off your dick.”
He laughed but took the warning seriously.
Murphy pulled back and slammed into her again, the gasp of shock and arousal from Raven enough to spur him on. He fucked her over and over, the speed so quick and desperate Raven stopped trying to meet his thrusts and just took it.
In the car he’d bragged about being a filthy talker, but nothing he said could be as erotic and raunchy as Raven bent over the kitchen table taking his cock like they’d been born to fuck just like this.
He shifted her hips, pulling them up a little so she nearly on her toes and this time when he drove into her, he found her g-spot. “Fuck, fuck. Do that again, Murphy, I’ve never felt anything like that.”
Murphy repeated the action and she nearly screamed; the kitchen table moved with the force of their joining, but Raven didn’t appear to notice as she asked, “Didn’t you say something about my hair?”
She was flat on stomach now, and he hoped she wasn’t getting burns on her skin from the friction. He wanted to give her dick, not be a dick.
“Decided you were into it, huh?” He wrapped the long strands of her hair around his fist as he teased her. Murphy pulled her hair just a little until her torso was off the table. “I should have fucked you in front of a mirror.”
“I didn’t even think of that,” she admitted.
“I’d get to see your tits while I fucked you, your face while you come. You’d see how fucking hot you are while I drive into you from behind.”
“Fuck, Murphy. I’m close.”
So was he. Honestly, he should get a fucking metal for not having completely blown his wad by now.
He reached below the table, finding her clit with his hand. The movement forced Raven’s head back, her hair still held in his fist, her back arched and he was truly regretting the lack of a mirror.
His fingers pressed against her clit where he kept his strokes short and rough as he pleasured her to edge.
“There,” she moaned. “Fucking shit, you’re good at this.”
“I was inspired,” he told her honestly. He almost pulled out completely out, timed it so when he thrust in all the way he was pinching her clit at the same time.
“Fuck!” she nearly screamed, her entire body shaking with the force of the orgasm.
She was clenched so tightly around him he could barely move inside her, but he didn’t need much more incentive to come. Raven’s tight pussy was pulsing around him and a few seconds later he exploded inside her.
The orgasm was the strongest one he’d ever experienced and felt never ending.
When he finally managed to catch his breath and come back to his body he released Raven’s hair and all but petted her. He ran his hands down her back, along her ribs and waist, trying to soothe them both after what felt like a near death experience.
“Still with me?” he asked when she didn’t move.
“Yes,” she answered and took a deep breath. “I think I stars with that last one.”
There was more than a little male ego in his smile, so he was glad she couldn’t see it. “I’m going to pull out now and take care of the condom. Bathroom’s down the hall on the left.”
As he tossed out the condom he grabbed a towel and cleaned himself up, keeping an eye on Raven as she walked towards the bathroom. When he was certain she wouldn’t fall over he poured them both a glass of water and had already down his by the time she came back out.
Still naked.
“I don’t have the ability to fuck you again right this moment, but damn does my body want to.”
Her smile was amused but he thought he saw a little bit of a blush on her cheeks. “Right back at you.”
Murphy walked to her and handed her the water while he moved around the room to pick up her clothes so she wouldn’t have to bend over and do it. Getting fucked like that was fine, but no one felt cool picking clothes up off the floor.
“Thanks.” She got dressed in front of him, so he didn’t feel particularly bad about enjoying the view. When she pulled on her dress and turned away from him he took the hint and reached for the zipper.
“Is this a one-time thing, Reyes?” he asked, letting go of the dress and taking a step back.
She pushed her hair back over her shoulder, turning to look him straight in the eye. “I don’t know,” she answered, but there was a twinkle in her eye and mischief at the corner of her mouth. “Maybe I’ll come by for lunch at your office one these days.”
With those words, Murphy was fairly certain he had actually died during that orgasm and was now in heaven.
“Yeah,” and in that moment John Murphy realized he was no longer unaffected. “That’d be cool.”
Send Me on My Way: a bellarke & murven modern au kid!fic
summary:
Clarke and Raven despise Bellamy and Murphy in college. But that doesn’t stop them from sleeping with them when a party plus a round of Dance Dance Revolution leads to a whole lot more. 12 years later, Raven and Clarke are raising their daughters, Robin and Madi. They hope to keep the secret forever, and have accepted being alone in return.
Of course, their kids, and fate, have other ideas.
By golly, I DID IT! It took an extra day, but I have posted 5 new Murphy/Raven stories to ao3 in my s7 Countdown - Five Days of Murven fics!
This brings me to FORTY Murven stories as of the s7 premiere and I’m exhausted! But I did it!
Story 5 is a quarantine fic and Chapter 1 is posted. I have a lot of Chapter 2 (probably the final chapter) written but I want to relax before the show tonight so I’m not pushing myself to finish it just yet. The fact that I got it in just under the wire is enough for me! And hopefully you too!
You can read the whole s7 Countdown on my ao3! Here’s an excerpt:
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
She says the words into the phone, flat and unemotional, reluctant to believe her ears even though she knows the voice on the other end isn’t joking. No, Sinclair was as serious as she’d ever heard him, and while his tone was apologetic, Raven knew he was counting on her even though she absolutely, vehemently and unequivocally did not want to grant this favor.
“If I had any other options, I wouldn’t be asking,” Sinclair says, and Raven’s certain he means it but god, she wishes it was anyone else on the planet making the request, because she could turn them down flat in less than two seconds. Sinclair, however… well, he was a different story.
“Fine. I’ll do it.” There’s no disguising the resigned gruffness in her voice, and even if Sinclair hadn’t known her so well, it would’ve been hard for him to ignore.
“I know it’s a lot, Raven. I’ll owe you a big one for this.”
She sighs, blowing out a heavy puff of air as she pushes aside the curtain on the front window and looks down at the deserted street below. “No, no. I’m sorry. We both know if anybody owes anything, it’s me. I just thought I’d be working it off in the garage rather than getting a stranger for a roommate.”
Had some kiddo stuff that took up time yesterday so I was late in posting to ao3. Never got around to a tumblr post though. But, the third fic is there and ready to read! This time we’ve got a modern AU where Murphy is a chef and Raven is a customer always requesting tweaks to her order.
Sneak Peak - Regular Customer
There’s enough people at the party that he successfully avoids interacting with her for almost an hour, hastily throwing back multiple bottles of water in an effort to sober up. It doesn’t feel like it works, but Monroe hunts him down while he’s hiding in his garage guzzling the stuff, regarding him curiously as she grabs another box of beer to refill the coolers.
“Hey. A few of the employees who’re working tomorrow aren’t going to stay much later. I know you said you have some frozen desserts and stuff planned, so maybe you should bring them out if you want everyone to have some before they leave.”
“Yeah. Yeah, okay.” Dessert is literally the last thing on his mind, but he does have a few things already portioned out except for the last minute touches. Probably should serve them unless he wants to be stuck eating them all.
“What’s with you? You’re weirder than usual,” Monroe says.
He scowls. Monroe will find it hilarious, but since she already knows he’s been dying to meet the infamous Raven, he might as well tell someone what’s going on.
“She’s here. ‘No Broccoli, Extra Lime’. Here . Like literally outside on my deck, here. Echo fucking brought her, like on a date maybe.”
It’s a wonder Monroe doesn’t start rolling around on the floor, she laughs so hard.
Sneaking it in kinda late since I had my first (socially distant) visit with my mom today! We were outside for hours so I’m rushed to get this in BUT here’s day 2!
This time we’ve got a missing scene from the Ring.
Sneak Peak - In The Middle
“Murphy-”
“No,” he cuts her off, his shoulder nudging hers as he turns toward her, “don’t pull a Bellamy and lecture me about things I already know. Talk to me about something else.”
“Alright.” Her goal was to get him back on the right side of the Ring, and it was looking like it would be a longer process than what she had hoped for. It’s not ideal, but she’s not exactly unfamiliar with his brand of stubbornness either. If she’s careful about it, she’ll wear him down. Preferably on the sooner end of the spectrum.
Fairly sure he hasn’t heard this one before, she tells him about when she was fourteen, and the first time that Sinclair sent her to do repair work alone, in one of the smaller ducts of the Ark because only the young apprentices in Mecha would fit inside. And that’s when she found out that in a small cabin in Factory Station - Section 17 to be specific - a young girl was hiding under the floor.
