'The 100' imagines

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝 - 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐲

•◊•·A/N: Don't call the cops because I have robbed you.

·•◊•·Word count: 857

·•◊•·Trigger warning: Maybe slight smut its basically just kissing though.

·•◊•·Pairings/Extra: John Murphy x reader

·•◊•·Prompt: "You're not easy to find, you know that."

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John Murphy had disappeared again. Left you alone again. Of course you weren't really alone because you had everyone from the ark but without him you may as well be all by yourself.

You lay in your bed starring up at the gray ceiling. Thinking of Murphy. Thinking of the way his skin feels on yours. Thinking of the way his lips molded with yours.

After remembering how his hands explored your body, you just couldn't lay here anymore.

Sitting up with a grunt you tug on your boots and pull on your jacket. With no knowledge of the boys whereabouts you set off to find some.

"Bellamy!, Clarke!", you yell dragging out the end of Clarkes name. "What?", Bellamy answers bluntly as you turn the corner.

"Do you know where Murphy went?", You ask hopefully. He lets out a sigh and then a simple 'no'.

Disappointed but not surprised you move on to the next person. "Raven!", you hum loudly entering where she normally is.

"What can I do for you Y/n?", she hums back. "Do you happen to know where John would be?"

She looks up from what she was doing to make eye contact with you. "Not exactly but maybe you should check that light house bunker." (Correct me if I'm wrong but it's in the lighthouse right?)

You raced back to your room and packed a bag of all the things you would need. You even stole food to bring.

After making it to the island and surviving the drones...

Honestly this bunker was proving hard to find. Just when you were about to collapse under a tree you spot a house, a big house.

You stumble up the hill towards the house but before you got to the top you spotted the lighthouse and changed direction.

You bang on the bunker doors but no one opens them. "John!", you yell. No answer.

Some how you manage to get the door open and get inside. The place is a mess but it's quite apart from the video playing on the screen which you didn't bother to watch.

After continuously calling out for Murphy and getting no reply you decide to go to that huge house you had seen earlier.

You felt like you had searched the whole island buy now.

You could to the big glass doors of the house and sure enough on the other side of those doors was none other than John Murphy.

He was slumped comfortably on the couch. You felt tears build up in your eyes as you looked at him. His head tilts up and he see's you standing there. He blinks a couple times as if to make sure your real.

He stumbles up from the couch and over to the door. He fumbles with the door knob but unlocks it. As soon as the doors open you both pull at each other trying to get impossibly closer. Doing so you drop your bag outside.

His arms wrap around your shoulders and and yours around his waist. "What took you so long?", he chuckles.

"You're not easy to find, you know that." ,you whisper into his chest. "God, I missed you so much." He says kissing the top of your head still unsure if your really here.

"Then why did you leave?", you ask head still leaning on his torso. "We don't have to talk about that right now.", he lifts your head up so your face is looking up at his.

"So what are we going to talk about then?", you pounder playing with his shirt. "We aren't."

He guides you with his arm now rapped around your waist over to the kitchen counter after closing the doors.

You sit up on the kitchen island with Murphy standing between you legs admiring your gorgeous face. It doesn't last for long though because soon your lips are being kissed by his. Your hands travel to his hair where your fingers brush through it. Tugging it slightly when he softly nibbles at your bottom lip.

One of his hands is placed gently cupping your face and the other on your hip. You both pull away gasping for air, you take this opportunity to let your hands travel down his chest to the bottom of his shirt. You grab at it and pull it over his head with his help.

He moves in closer, his chest practically pressing against yours. His lips move down your neck and collar bone where he lightly bites and sucks leaving purple and pink marks. Soon your shirt is piled on the floor and things are moving faster.

He takes you in his arms and carries you to a bed. He throws you down and your body bounces on the soft mattress. He climbs on top of you and...