The 100 Oneshots: (including LGBTQ+)

Little John Murphy

"So let me get this straight, you were cannibals?"

Murphy asked me with a weird expression on his face.

I stiffened and straightened up my shoulders. "Blodreina does not speak of the Dark Year. Nor do I."

Murphy smirked, that sexy smirk he knew always made me weak.

"You should have had plenty of practice then."

Murphy began unbuttoning his pants.

We were camping in a tent outside. Once Murphy and Bellamy and the crew who went to the Ark returned after roughly six years, I had rushed over to him.

We had been separated before the radiation hit. Living without Murphy for six years nearly killed me.

Abby had to stop me from overdosing more times than I liked to admit, but John didn't need to know that.

When Bellamy and Clarke and Diyoza's crew had gotten us out of the bunker, I kept for Murphy and embraced him tightly.

He wrapped his strong arms around me and held me close.

"I'll never let you go again," he whispered fiercely into my ear.

Now, we laid quietly in our tent as Blodreina prepared for battle.

We knew we were all probably going to die from either starvation or the horrific gunpowder that Diyoza and McCreary had, so we decided to spend our last night together.

Alone.

Murphy stared at the opposite side of the tent, where I was leaning. He eyed my body, eyes searching up and down.

I cocked my eyebrow. "What?" I inquired mysteriously.

He fiddled with his jeans until the fly was down, and I saw him crawl over to my side.

I jumped up, laughing quietly, and jumped onto his back.

The arch of his spine fit well with my thighs.

I felt Murphy groan as I positioned myself comfortably on top of him.

I wrapped my legs up underneath him and bent low to his neck, where I breathed heavily.

"I missed you Murphy."

He shuddered as I trailed my lips over the back of his neck.

I reached my hand around to the front of his chest to undo his shirt, and she swung me hard onto the ground, so I was pinned beneath him.

The breath was momentarily knocked out of me, and I heard him chuckle as his fingers laced underneath my shirt and traveled up.

"I missed you too, (y/n). Don't worry. It'll be worth the wait."

Murphy's eyes glazed hungrily over my body as he extended his fingers up to my chest.

I gasped for air as she ripped my shirt off and brought his face down to my chest, trailing kisses all over.

His hands gripped my sides and rubbed gently, making me gasp slightly.

I brought my face up to his and kissed him relentlessly. I ate at his mouth hungrily and thrust my fingers up into his hair.

He was getting aggressive now.

Murphy yanked off my pants and then his own.

His fingertips brushed softly against my underwear line and the soft skin.

"Murphy" I breathed thickly.

Murphy only moved faster, letting his hands explore my body. Our hot skin pressed against each other.

How had I missed this for six years? He was right though; it was worth the wait.

John cupped my body in his hands and marveled at me.

"You're beautiful," he said, his voice thick with desire.

He began planting kisses painfully slowly down my torso. Only when I groaned did he continue farther, making me squeal.

With all of our clothes off, this was as intimate as I had been with anyone for half a decade.

We were in the midst of making out and exploring each other when Miller walked in.

"Jesus Christ" he exclaimed, throwing his gun up in front of his face to shield his eyes from the horrid view before him.

Even though Miller's skin tone was a smooth almond shade, I could still see him blush.

Murphy looked around frantically for blankets to cover us with, but found nothing, and used his own body instead, revealing his buttocks to Miller.

I thought this was very awkward, considering Miller was very, very gay.

"Goddamnit Miller!" Murphy shouted.

Miller turned to walk out, one hand outstretched to direct him.

When he was out of the tent, Murphy and I began laughing uncontrollably.

Suddenly he stopped. Through a smile, he said, "it's not funny!"

I continued laughing and pushed him gently. "It kinda was. I thought I even saw him looking at your ass," I teased.

Murphy didn't like this and grabbed my throat playfully, pinning me to the ground.

His other hand trailed from my neck, all the way down in a straight line, so low that when he stopped, it was because I yelped in surprise and pain.

"Come on (y/n), do it for me."

His eyes looked at me wantingly.

I was sure Miller wouldn't make the same mistake twice, and wrapped my legs around his midsection, yanking him to my body.

We kissed for god knows how long, our lips connecting with every inhale and exhale.

Murphy and I. Together again.

At least until Blodreina killed us all.