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BOY FROM THE SKY j.murphy
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JOHN MURPHY X FEM!READER
𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - you and your parents live in a cottage in the woods, what happens when they return from hunting one day with a boy, battered and bruised, claiming he'd fallen from the sky?
𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - minor blood + gore, (1) use of y/n, shy!reader, acid fog, panic attack, swear word(s), petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷
living in the woods wasn't as isolated as it seemed. you rather liked where you lived, the peace in it. besides, you'd never known anything else.
it was just you and your parents, it always bad been. you often had visitors, people from clans all throughout the forest, but they were allies to your family now, peace being served between you all.
your hands brushed against the ceramic plates, wiping them clean when you heard commotion from outside the cottage. your parents had been on a run, hunting for food while you stayed behind. they never trusted you enough to go out by yourself.
𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 - 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏-𝟏𝟓
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Day 1: Bondage with Eddie Munson Day 2: Exhibitionism with Buggy the clown Day 3: Orgasm denial/edging with Deke Shaw Day 4: Overstimulation with Daryl Dixon Day 5: Choking/Breath Play with Max Borman Day 6: Temperature play with Tryst Day 7: Knife play with John Murphy Day 8: Blood play with Max Borman Day 9: Breeding kink with Erik Campbell Day 10: Daddy kink with Negan Smith Day 11: Mommy kink with Max Borman Day 12: Threesome with Eddie Munson & Billy Hargrove Day 13: Impact play with Billy Hargrove Day 14: Voyeurism with Daryl Dixon Day 15: Praise kink with Jasper Jordan
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The 100 - Tornado Meets A Volcano
Chapter 8 - Your Hour is Up
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"What do you think he wants?" I asked Murphy once Bellamy was out of our tent.
"I don't know. Let's go see." Murphy answered all too eager for my liking.
"So much for whatever the hell we want. More like whatever the hell Bellamy wants." I replied.
"Dahlia can you please just be nice? I don't want to lose our tent because you have a big mouth." He asked me.
"Fine." I said.
The two of us made our way out of the tent to find Bellamy talking to two more guys. Their speaking quietly so I cannot hear what they are saying. I look around the rest of the camp to see everyone else is sleeping. I could not figure out what it was Bellamy wanted with us.
"What's going on?" Murphy asked after the two guys Bellamy was talking to ran off.
"We're going to get Wells wrist band off." He told us.
"How?" Murphy asked.
"I'm going to ask nicely." Bellamy answered.
"And if he says no?" I asked.
"Then we will take it off for him." Bellamy told me and I hated the way he said we.
As if he just assumed I would do whatever he asked of me.
"You're going to take it off by force. Do you really think that's right?" I asked him.
"Dahlia." Murphy tried to hush me.
"No Murphy. Are you listening to him? Talking kids into taking them off willingly is one thing but to force someone to do something they don't want to. I'm not okay with that." I told the both of them.
"Then you don't need to come." Bellamy told me. "But it still does not change the fact that we need that wristband off. Even if every single one of these kids die, the Ark will come down if Wells is still alive." He told me.
"What are you going to do?" I asked Murphy.
I was not going to tell him what he could and could not do. He knew dam well I would not like this plan. That does not change the fact that it's his decision to make.
"Dahlia I'm sorry but Bellamy's right." He told me.
"Fine, then let's go. I'll get John." I told them.
I started to walk away but Bellamy stopped me.
"I thought you said you didn't want to come?" He asked me.
"I go where Murphy goes. Plus, someone needs to make sure you don't hurt Wells." I answered.
I walked away from them and into John's tent. I could not help but role my eyes when I saw a topless girl sitting in his lap. They were too busy kissing to notice me.
"Get out." I said sternly.
Both of them looked over to see who was talking. Once the girl saw me, she hurried off of his lap and started to dress. She then quickly left the tent.
"What is it now?" John asked me.
"Bellamy needs us." I told him.
He seemed to relax a little. He fixed his clothes and followed me out of the tent.
"Dahlia said you needed me." He said to Bellamy when we reached him.
"We are going to get Well's wristband off tonight. If he won't do it voluntarily, I'll need your help." He told him.
"So, what is it you need us to do?" John asked him.
"I need the three of you to stay close to me but out of sight. If Wells won't take the thing off voluntarily that's when you will step in and take it off for him." Bellamy told the three of us.
I could not help but notice how he kept saying you and not we. He had no intention of doing any of this himself.
The two of them nodded in agreement.
"Let's move out." Bellamy said and of course Murphy and John were quick to follow.
It did not take long for us to find Wells. He was sleeping against a tree with his arms crossed over his chest. He was just on the outside of the camp. Bellamy motioned for us to go around. The three of us quickly walked off and hid in the woods out of sight. I could not believe that I was here. The only reason I was, is because someone needs to watch Murphy and make sure he does not get in any trouble.
"Are you sure about this?" I whisper to Murphy as we watched Bellamy make his way over to Wells.
"Yes. Now please stop questioning everything." He answered.
Bellamy leaned over and placed his hand over Wells mouth. Stopping him from making a sound. Wells started to fight. Desperately trying to get away from Bellamy's grasp. It was no use Bellamy easily overpowered him.
As I watched this, I became increasingly uneasy. My blood pressure was rising; I could feel my heart beating almost out of my chest. My first tightened up and my mouth became dry.
"Shhh." I heard Bellamy say from over here.
Then he pulled a gun out from the back of his pants and showed it to Wells.
"Murphy." I said.
"Yeah, I see it." He answered.
"Did you know he had a gun?" I asked the both of them.
"No." Murphy answered.
"You?" I asked John.
"Of course not." He answered.
He forced Wells up and tells him to follow. He started to lead him out of the camp and we start to follow. Making sure to stay quiet and out of sight.
I was becoming increasingly more concerned for Wells. Bellamy, he told us we were taking the dam thing off, but why did he have a gun? How did he get a gun? Why had he not told us he had a gun? So many questions started to run through my mind I thought my head was going to explode. Maybe I'm just going to have to watch him a little more closely than I already was. He was more dangerous than I thought.
"That's far enough." Bellamy said, causing Wells to stop dead in his tracks.
Wells turned around and looked at Bellamy. There was no denying it he was scared for his life.
"I don't want to shoot you, Wells hell, I like you. But I do need them to think that you're dead." He told me.
"Why? Why are you doing this, for real, not some crap about getting to do what you want to do?" Wells asked Bellamy.
Finally, someone is asking the right questions here.
"I have my reasons; I also have the gun." Bellamy responded not answering his questions.
"So, I ask the questions, and the question is, why aren't you helping me? Your dad banished you, Wells, and yet here you are still doing his bidding, following the rules." Bellamy told him.
He had a point but at the same time I hated myself for admitting that Bellamy was right about something.
"Aren't you tired of always doing what's expected of you? Stand up to him. Take of that wristband and you'll be amazed at how good it feels." Bellamy said trying to convince Wells.
"No. Never. Not going to happen. Is that clear enough for you? Wells replied.
I could not help but gain a little respect for Wells. Not only did he not get manipulated by Bellamy like everyone else. He also is not intimidated by the gun that is pointed at him.
"Yeah. It is." Bellamy said, he was disappointed.
Bellamy cocks his gun. For a split second I thought he was going to shoot him. I moved to step out from where I was, but Murphy held me back.
"I'm sorry it had to be this way." He said.
I was about to yell at Murphy to let me go but then I saw Bellamy put the gun away and looked over to us.
Bellamy was looking at us. Wells turned around to look our way. He saw Murphy first then John and lastly me. He looked shocked for a second and then turned and ran away. He did not get far because the two guys that Bellamy was talking to before stepped out of the tree line and grabbed him. I looked over to Murphy as they pulled him over to us and he was just smiling. He looked like he was enjoying this too much.
Wells yelled and struggled to get free but they just pulled him back.
I take a few steps back and stand besides Bellamy and just watch what is unfolding in front of me.
"No get off of me!" Wells was yelling.
I truthfully felt bad for him as I watched John hold his arm still as the other two held him down. No one should be forced to do anything they did not want to do. Murphy then walked around to face him. Knife in hand.
"Come on man let me go!" Wells pleaded.
This made me feel sick to my stomach, knowing that Murphy and I were involved in this.
I leaned in a little closer to Bellamy and whispered so only he could hear me.
"I hope this makes you happy. Getting people to do exactly what you want. To do your dirty work." I said to him.
He just looked at Wells not paying attention to me, then turned adn walked away.
Cowered. I thought as he walked away.
He did not even have the stomach to stay and watch.
Me on the other hand have the stomach and will not cower away. I stand there and watch as he screams and tries to fight them off and finally Murphy pops off his wristband.
Once the wrist band was off the guys let go of Wells. He fell to the ground holding onto his now naked wrist. I felt bad for him, I truly did. I knew how it felt to have something taken from you forcefully. I did not feel good.
"Murphy lets go." I said to him.
This was done; there was no need for us to still be here.
"Where not done yet." He answered me.
"Yes, we are. We did what Bellamy asked. Now let's go to bed." I told him.
"No!" He yelled at me.
It was the first time he had ever yelled at me. I did not like it.
"No. What the hell do you mean no?" I asked him.
The other guys just stood there looking at the two of us. Even Wells who was still sitting on the ground was watching us.
"Exactly what I said. No. He needs to know what it feels like to be completely out of control. To be the one who can't do anything about your own life." He told me.
"And how do you think he feels right now?" I asked him as I raised my voice slightly.
"Not even close to the way we felt growing up. Why are you defending him anyway?" He asked me.
He was angry with me, and I did not like it. We never fought, but then again, it had been year's sense we spent any time longer than an hour together.
"I'm defending him because what you're doing is wrong." I told him.
He did not like what I had said at all because he responded by kicking Wells in the stomach.
I was shocked by this. So much that when he kicked him again, I did not respond. It was not until John had joined in that I had enough. I stepped forward and grabbed John by the arm, twisting it behind his back. He bent over trying to get away from me and then cried out when he could not get away. I pulled him away from Wells and tossed him to the ground.
"Go to bed John." I told him as he looked back up at me.
He was rubbing his shoulder, obviously I hurt him.
He got up and started to walk back towards camp. I turned and looked at the rest of the group. The two guys whose names I did not know looked at me for a few seconds and then followed John.
All that was left was Murphy, Wells, and me.
"You too." I told Murphy.
"Are you coming?" He asked me obviously knowing he had lost this battle.
"Not now." I told him.
He looked from me to Wells and did not look pleased at all. It looked fiscally painful for him to turn and walk away from me.
"You have an hour, then I come and look for you." He called to me over his shoulder.
I did not respond, I did not need to. Once he was gone, I looked back at Wells.
"Is anything broken?" I asked him.
I was kneewling in front of him so we almost level.
"I don't think so." He answered.
"Let's get you back to the drop shit." I told him.
I leaned forward to grab him and help him up, but he moved away slightly.
"What's wrong?" I asked him.
"Why are you helping me?" He asked in response.
"It's the right thing to do." I answered him.
"Aren't you scared Bellamy will get mad at you?" He asked me.
"I don't answer to him." I told him.
"Then why are you here?" He asked as he finally accepted my hand and I helped him up.
"I came to watch Murphy." I told him. "If Bellamy thinks I'm here for him then so be it."
Once he was up, I let him wrap his arm around my shoulder as I held him around the waist. I was very uncomfortable by the contact, but I pushed it aside and helped him into the drop ship.
When we entered camp, I saw both Bellamy and Murphy watching me as I helped Wells into the drop ship. They both glared at me, but I did not care.
"Sit on the table." I told him once we were inside.
"Why?" He asked.
"Just do what I say." I told him.
He listened and with some difficulty climbed up onto the table.
"Take off your shirt." I told him.
"Why?" He asked me.
"Don't flatter yourself. I just want to make sure you don't have any broken ribs." I told him.
"Do you have medical training?" He asked me.
"A little, but let's keep that between us." I told him.
"Why would you not want people to know that?" He asked me confused.
"I'm not like Clarke. I don't care about every kid on the ground and I don't want them asking me for help." I told him.
"Then why are you helping me?" He asked.
"Murphy did this to you, and I did not stop him. So, the least I can do is make sure you're not hurt. Now take off your shirt." I told him.
This time he listened. He huffed a little while trying to get it off. Once his shirt was off, I walked up to him and gently ran my hands up his sides. Feeling his ribs, every once and a while he would jump a little as I reached a place that was tender. As I looked him over, I noticed that he was a lot more muscular than I thought he would be. His entire body consisted of zero fat. He was in great shape. So, he must be strong. I could not figure out why he did not fight back and defend himself against them. He is defiantly stronger than Murphy is.
"What?" He asked.
"Nothing." I answered not wanting to tell him I thought he could take Murphy if he actually tried.
"I don't think anything is broken but you defiantly have some browsing. I'm going to rap you just to be safe. Have Clarke take a look when she gets back." I told him.
I walked away and found some fabric that I could use to wrap up his ribs. I came back and quickly wrapped him. I didn't want to spend any more time than I needed with him.
"Thank you." He said when I was done.
"Don't mention it. Really." I told him.
He just laughed then stood up and started to slowly pull his shirt back on. At the same moment Murphy walked in.
He did not look happy. He looked from Wells to me then back to him.
"What's so funny?" He asked Wells.
"What do you want Murphy?" I asked before Wells could answer.
"You hour is up." He told me.
"Make sure to have Clarke check you when she gets back." I told him again.
He nodded and started to walk out the drop ship doors. Murphy blocked his path.
"Murphy let him go now." I told him sternly.
He just glared at him then stepped aside. Once Wells was out of the drop ship Murphy approached me.
"Do you want to say something to me?" I asked him as I started cleaning up.
"What the hell are you doing?" He snapped at me.
"Cleaning up your mess." I told him.
"What the hell does that mean?" He yelled.
"That means that you and your friends are morons. You were supposed to take off his wristband and let him go. Which was bad enough. Then you and John insisted on beating him." I told him.
"Who cares? He's the chancellor's son." He replied.
"I don't care who he is. What we did tonight was wrong. How could you think I would be okay with what you did?" I asked him.
Realization seemed to finally hit him and his expression softened.
"I was not thinking." He said.
"Obviously." I told him.
"I'm sorry. Not for what I did but because it upset you." He told me as he took a step closer.
"Really that's your apology?" I asked him.
"That's the best I got. It's the truth." He said.
"You can't keep pissing everyone off Murphy. What will happen if the others come down? People like Bellamy will be pushed aside and people like Wells and Clarke will have a say again. At least now Wells will remember that I helped him even though my friends did not like it." I told him.
"Is that what this was about? Getting him on your side if things go south?" He asked me.
"Partly, the other part is I really do feel bad about what happened." I told him. "He will have my back, and I have yours."
He just smiled and then pulled me in close to him, wrapping his arm over my shoulder.
"Let's go to bed." He said to me as he started to lead me out of the drop ship.
"I'm still mad at you." I told him as we started to walk through camp.
"What else is new?" He responded.
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Sweet Nights
Location: The dropship
Summary: After a late night of bonfire partying you, and your boyfriend, Bellamy, decide to head to bed, enjoying each other's company in the warmth of your shared cot as you listen to the sounds of nature and faint music around you.
Paring(s): Bellamy Blake x Reader
Warnings: ⚠️ language, partying, mentions/hints of sexual themes, cocky and confident Bellamy at some point, But overall just an insane amount of fluff.
Words: 1,911
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Your POV:
It was a nice night to have a bonfire. The stars were shining brightly across the dark blue sky, and the wind blew softly through the thick, dense forest. The air was thin and cold thanks to the breeze it wasn't so hot outside, which made you sigh happily. The only heat provided was the warmth that came from the flames of the fire that sat in front of you. The heat touched your skin, leaving behind a small burning sensation as the breeze shifted, turning the flames away from you where you sat on a thick log. You reached out in front of you, grabbing your small cup of water. You brought the metal container to your lips, sighing in content as the cold liquid swiftly moved down your throat and into your stomach, quenching your thirst. Unlike the others here, who were too busy drinking moonshine, grinding against each other, or yelling and screaming as they sang along to songs that played from a radio Raven had fixed up. You were busy keeping warm by the fire, your empty cup still grasped in your right hand. You weren't one for parties. Well, the drinking and screaming part of it anyway. You didn't mind dancing if it was with your friends or someone you cared for. You didn't mind the big groups of people that would gather in one spot. What you didn't like was the loudness that came with it, the grinding and the running-off-to-have-sex-with-some-random-guy aspect. However, you couldn't really escape these parties. The 100 delinquents had made it to earth, where they could survive. Where they could live their lives and not be trapped in a cage as convicts anymore. That was weeks ago, though, and bonfire parties like these were held almost every night since the first one, which messed with your sleep. Oh, there's another reason why you didn't like parties. You couldn't wonder out into the woods to drown out the loud noise, either, or you'd risk being killed by grounders. Your e/c orbs stared out at the clearing nearby, watching a group of horny teenagers swallow cup after cup of moonshine and grind against one another to the music coming from the small radio. You didn't think music would even work down here, but you had watched Raven as she worked on the radio, not stopping till some song played from the small, square box. Your eyes lit up once she fixed it, amazed at her talent and skill for that kind of thing. However, your joy for the small device was short-lived when the radio became the center of the noise that you heard almost every night. You were actually surprised that Bellamy, your boyfriend, hadn't put an end to it yet, as it could attract unwanted company. You shook your head, swallowing the lump in your throat, turning your head around to look back into the bright orange flames. You watched them dance against the night air—the orange glow was captivating, catching all of your attention as the sparks flew up into the sky for a split second before disappearing. "Hey, baby...." A quiet voice sounded somewhere next to you. You ignored it, assuming it was another drunk trying to shoot his shot with you. It wouldn't be the first that's approached you tonight. "Earth to You" this time, the voice was louder, shaking you from your dazed state and back into reality. You looked up, a small, gentle smile making its way onto your face, as Bellamy sat on the log next to you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and, out of instinct, you rested your head on his broad, muscular shoulder. He placed a quick kiss on the top of your head, rubbing his arm up and down your exposed one. "m'sorry, I didn't notice it was you." You mumbled, moving your legs so they rested on top of Bellamy's thigh. He let out a deep chuckle in response, his voice making your heart melt as he spoke. "It's alright-" He whispered, chugging down the rest of whatever liquid was in his cup. "-I was actually coming to get you. I wanted to head to bed. I'm tired of all the noise." He grumbled out, using his right hand to intertwine it with your left one. "And, I missed my girl." He added, grinning from ear to ear when you hid your face in his shoulder at his words. "Mmm.. Alright. But only if you carry me there." You teased kissing his nose softly, loving how it scrunched up whenever you did that. He smiled, huffing out a quick 'okay' before scooping you up in his arms bridal style and marching to your shared tent. Your tent was on the other side of the camp, which was great for you and him. It meant that the noise of the others would be drowned out, just a quiet noise in the background as you and Bellamy snuggled up together in bed, falling asleep in each others arms. As Bellamy walked into the tent, he placed feather-like kisses on your jaw, earning a small giggle from you. He smiled at you, placing you down on the ground in front of him as he gazed into your eyes with his own loving chocolate-brown ones. You offered him a small smile as you turned around, removing your jacket off your body and walking over to an empty create, making sure you swung your hips in a teasing manner as you did. You grabbed a tank top that was resting on the empty supply create. You slid off your t-shirt soon, replacing it with the thin tank top. You could feel Bellamy's stare on you as you slid off your shorts, leaving you in nothing but your tank top and underwear as you climbed into the makeshift bed. "You going to keep staring or join me?" You teased, giving him a small smirk as you propped yourself up on your forearm for support. You patted the empty place on the cot, signaling for him to join you. He let out a soft laugh, taking off his navy blue t-shirt in one swift motion. You couldn't help but let your eyes run over his bare chest. Studying every curve and crease, starting from his waist all the way up to his neck. You blushed at how tan he was, at how defined his abs were, and how his muscular biceps flexed when they reached down to take off his belt. To say Bellamy Blake wasn't attractive would be a lie—every girl wished they could be you. Wrapped up in his big, strong, tan arms as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear. Holding you still while the two of you make sweet love together. It was something every girl wanted. It was something every girl dreamt of. But you? if you saw more than just his amazingly good looks and charm. That's one of the many reasons why Bellamy fell in love with you. "You're staring again, babe." He snickered, removing his heavy black combat jeans that he wore constantly, leaving him in nothing but his boxers as he joined you on the cot. He lifted the thin blankets up, sliding himself under them as he wrapped an arm around your body, pulling you in by the waist. You pressed yourself against his chest, both of your bodies burning from the skin-on-skin contact. He rested his head on the one pillow you shared, gazing up into your eyes as you closed the gap between the two of you, pressing your lips together in a passionate kiss. Your lips molded together, chests pressed against one another as your tongues battled for dominance. You held each other close as you pulled away for air, resting your forehead against Bellamy's, taking in a deep breath. You placed your hand in his hair, running your fingers through it and massaging his scalp. A soft groan left his parted lips, his eyes fluttering shut at your touch. "Mmm.. That feels good princess." He muttered his own hands, rubbing up and down your back soothingly. You moved your head down to his face, placing sweet, delicate kisses on his cheeks and jawline while your fingers continued to massage his scalp. You covered him in kisses, his body completely coming undone by your touch. "You're so good to me.." He uttered, sighing contently as one of your hands moved down to rest on his exposed chest. You placed one last lingering kiss on his jawline before sitting. Back up next to him, your hand rubbing down his chest as you moved. You traced his muscles with your index finger, occasionally rubbing over a small scar. His hand reached up to rub your arm once more. He gave you a soft smile as he gazed at you, admiring your beauty. "You're so beautiful.." He whispered, reaching his hand up to move your hair out of your face. Your cheeks grew red at his words and butterflies flew around your stomach as he sat up, cupping your face with his right hand. You smiled at him as he pecked your lips softly, his thumb rubbing against your cheek bone. "Here... Lay down on your stomach for me." You did as he said, slowly moving onto your stomach with your arms propped underneath your head for support. A sudden weight felt on your butt. You peeked open an eye to look behind you to see Bellamy sitting on your butt, careful not to put all of his weight on you. His warm hands pushed your tank top up your back, rubbing over your shoulders as they fell back down onto your waist. you hummed in content as his large, warm hands made contact with your skin, his fingers pressing into the curve of your back with just the perfect amount of pressure. He started at your lower back, pressing into it as he worked his way up the sides of your spine, then between your shoulder blades and the base of your neck. It felt amazing the way his hands worked their magic over your sore back, relieving the knots that had formed form, bending over and lugging around heavy materials. "Bell..." You moaned out. His hands continued to press into your back more, applying more pressure as you got used to his hands. He massaged your back for a good fifteen minutes, making sure to rub at the knots to release any tension that might cause you pain. You rolled over onto your side when he was done, raising your head slightly to give him a sweet, passionate kiss as a thank you. He kissed you back, cupping your face once more with his hand. You two stayed like that for a little while longer, enjoying the silence as you two fell asleep next to each other.