#bellamy blake x reader

[palmerzy]

NSFW! - explicit sexual themes.

if anyone were to walk into bellamy blake’s tent, the image before them would appear innocent - a messy haired boy curled up with his girlfriend, his arm drawn across your waist. what they wouldn’t see is his cock stuffed deep into your cunt beneath the covers, still as a statue. the hand so ‘eloquently’ around your waist is instead dipping to rub tight circles against your clit whilst he tells you that he’ll only move when you’ve already come once.

bellamy blake, who tries his damn hardest to keep to his word, to prevent himself from driving into the girl before him with a pace so bruising you’d fear he might pierce through your tummy. every soft mewl you let out fuels the fire burning in his core to take you, to claim you, to fuck you until all you know is his name and the shape of his cock inside of you.

his patience is thin, and bellamy blake has never been one to hold back. he moves his fingers hastily until your jaw is dropping in a near silent screech, the digits of his free hand stuffing deep into the warm crevice of your mouth to silence you. he doesn’t want anyone else hearing how you writhe for him, and only him.

all bellamy blake knows by now is how to please you, to make it known that if you ever leave, nobody will bring you to the heights he does. nobody would position themselves behind you and imprint their cock quite so deep within you, deeming a thrust incomplete if his tip hasn’t smacked against the wall of your womb, if he hasn’t felt your cunt attempt to milk him dry before he’s even sheathed by an inch.

now if someone were to walk into bellamy blake’s tent, they would get a show.

[itshelia]

My mom to her friends, my aunts, and literally everyone she knows: Yeah, my kid is so smart. She is on her phone a lot of the time, but it's not like you guys think, She is not like how kids nowadays are, She reads a lot of books on her phone!!

Me, a fanfic reader who can survive off nothing but just words and day dreams herself to sleep:

[petertingle-yipyip]

ALL THE STARS - BELLAMY BLAKE

i have an idea for a pt2 so the title would make more sense then but anyways i needed something to post

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 2,365

Summary: When Bellamy suddenly disappears off the Ark, Y/N knows something’s wrong and she knows who to go to for help.

It wasn’t often that Bellamy was able to get away. If it wasn’t something his mom needed, it was something Octavia needed.

You met Octavia by chance. Bellamy’s mom was patching a pair of pants for you and you had swung by to pick them up. It didn’t take a genius to put together what was going on. Your sudden appearance sent the trio into a panic but while Bellamy and his mom were going back and forth about what to do next, you talked to Octavia.

“You’re very pretty.” You said kindly and quietly.

“Thank you.” Her voice was so small, so afraid. “So are you.”

“Thanks.” You smiled and she relaxed a bit. “Has Bellamy ever mentioned me?”

“You’re Y/N?”

“Yeah, I am… And you’re?”

“Octavia… He talks about you all the time.”

“If it’s okay with you, I’d like to come around more and get to know you.” You held your hand out for her to shake. “Least I could do if I'm gonna date your brother.”

She grinned and nodded excitedly, grasping your hand firmly. You laughed slightly and looked up at Bellamy, noting the soft expression he gave you. Wide, enamored eyes with a matching smile.

From there, you would spend the days in their quarters. Four people in the small space had it a bit cramped but you didn’t mind. You liked being welcomed into Bellamy’s family.

On nights he could, Bellamy would come over to your quarters. Since your dad was a ranking Guard member, it was much larger than his and you had a secluded space behind a not-quite-legitimate door for your bedroom, more-so just a few bed sheets pinned together and hung on a rod. It wasn’t complete privacy but it was away from plain sight. That seemed to be his favorite part.

“I missed you.” He murmured against the skin of your neck as your fingers ran through his hair. His own hands were sliding up your sides and under your shirt.

You laughed slightly and shifted under him, causing him to grip your body a little tighter.

“Because we didn’t see each other yesterday.” You joked and he placed a forearm by your head to prop himself up and look down at you.

“You’re so pretty.” You said sweetly, trailing your fingers down his cheek until you gently guided his lips back to yours. “I know what you want, Bellamy… But my dad’ll be back soon.”

“We can be quick.” He offered, damn near pleaded even.

“As tempting as you are, that’s an awkward situation I’d rather avoid.” You countered, laughing to yourself when he fell against you with a huff. “You’re still my favorite.”

“I better be.” He mumbled against you.

It wasn’t long after that that you moved in with Bellamy instead. Octavia had been caught at the masquerade dance and Bellamy’s mother was floated soon after. Your dad wanted you two to break up since Bellamy was kicked out of the Guard but you refused. You stood your ground and insisted that you wouldn’t leave him.

After about a year of living together, you were heading to your next training when Bellamy cut you off.

“Hey, can we talk?” He rushed, hands fidgeting and eyes darting around.

“Everything okay, Bell?” You asked carefully, grabbing his arm to pull him aside.

“I just wanted to see you.” He offered a fake, tight smile. “Before I…”

“Before you…?” You trailed off. “Should I be worried?”

“Mr. Blake?” Shumway said from a few feet away. “We really need to-“

“What’s going on?” You cut the man off. “Does my dad know about this?”

“No.” Bellamy answered quickly and your eyes turned onto him. “Nobody does, I just… I’m sorry. May we meet again.”

“May we…? Bellamy, wait. Where are you-” You tried but he placed a quick kiss to your cheek and disappeared.

Little did you know, he would really disappear.

“Dad?” You ran through the halls until you found your father talking to Kane. “Dad, I haven’t seen Bellamy for a few days. Have you heard anything?”

For days, your mind had been reeling. He was so strange last time you talked to him. Could he have gotten in trouble? Was he in lockup? Or worse, had he been floated?

The first time you had the thought, you broke down and cried alone in the gym.

“Y/N.” Kane smiled and you were momentarily distracted from your worry. “Just the girl we were looking for.”

“She wouldn’t know about this.” Your dad defended. “None of it. She’s not even committed as a cadet yet.”

“This isn’t about me anyways. Someone can’t just disappear off the Ark.” You continued talking to your dad but you caught a glimpse of the tablet he held, displaying both Bellamy and Octavia’s photos. “He hasn’t come home since…”

“Since?” Kane asked.

“Since lockup was closed.” You snapped, not looking away from your dad. “Is he in some sort of trouble?”

“I’m sure he’s fine.” Your dad tried to comfort but it came off as forced. “I’ll do what I can to help later tonight, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.” You nodded, though the words did nothing

to help the worry in your chest. “Thanks, Dad.”

As you were walking away, you caught an interesting line.

The 100 have an assassin in their midst.

Your brain raced through questions but no answers. Who were the 100? Why would he be with them? Was Bellamy the so-called assassin? Why would he do that? Who would he want dead? What if Shumway knew something?

From there, you found your only friend that had someone important in lockup and would probably know some of the answers.

“Rave!” You called out as you found her. “Hey.” You smiled.

“Hey.” She returned the grin. “How’ve you been? Haven’t really seen you since you moved in with Lover Boy.”

“Take a walk with me, yeah?” You asked and hoped your face would relay the urgency. You knew it did when she nodded quietly.

“Everything okay?” She asked carefully.

“You know what’s going on with lockup?” You asked instead. “I was gonna go visit someone but it’s closed.”

“Yeah, Abby said it’s some outbreak.” She shrugged and you offered a pointed look. “That’s what she told me.”

“But is it true?”

“Is it true Bellamy Blake shot Jaha?”

“What?” Your head whipped towards her.

“Surprised you hadn’t heard yet. I figured your dad would’ve told you first.”

“No… But that explains why Kane was about to look for me. It explains nothing else but…”

It answered two of your questions, that he allegedly shot Jaha and it was likely Shumway set him up. Though, without proof, you’d be calling out a senior Guardsmen unprovoked.

“Wait, what does that have to do with lockup?”

“Timing.” You shrugged. “Bellamy knows someone in lockup so I was hoping he got caught up in the closure but if it wasn’t even true, then I don’t know anymore.”

“Do you think…” She trailed off as a pair of Guards passed. “Alright, lockup is closed because no one’s there.” She spoke quietly, a harsh hushed sound nearly drowned out by the idle humming of the Ark. “They sent 100 of the underage prisoners to the Ground.”

Another pair of answers. Bellamy would be with the 100 because Octavia would be one of the 100. He’d do anything to protect his sister.

“I thought it wasn’t safe on Earth.” You spoke in the same low tone. 

“It just might be.” She smirked slightly. “And I just might have a way to get down there to find out.”

“Really?” Your brows raised. “What scrap project are you working on then?”

“You help me and I’ll bring you with me… Might not find your man but it’ll be whoever he knew in lockup at least.”

“And it’ll be Finn.” You nudged her shoulder and she laughed before pushing you back. “How was the Space Walker last you saw him?”

“As good as he could be.” She sighed as you two stopped by a nearby window, looking down at the distant planet. “Better now, hopefully.”

“Can you really get us down there?” You asked quietly.

“Please.” She scoffed. “Is there anything I can’t do?”

At that, you laughed.

The next couple days were a wild blur.

You had helped Raven scrounge up parts, enough to - hopefully - make the trip. Hushed rumors of Jaha’s attempted assassination were spreading but at least it failed. It made you feel better to know Bellamy wasn’t a murderer and the sooner you could see him and tell him, hopefully he’d feel better too.

You wondered if he thought about it. If he thought about you. You assumed he was with Octavia on the Ground because, surely if he was on the Ark, he’d have come home to you by now.

So before you knew it, you were strapping yourself in beside Raven for a one way trip to Earth.

Calling the ride rough would’ve been an understatement.

You were sure you’d leave with whiplash, bruises, and a angry split of skin on your forehead where it hit a side panel. You could feel the bruises forming on your collarbones where the seatbelt sat, along the width of your pelvis where the lap belt ran as well. Your hands were gripping the buckle so tightly, you could only

imagine how white your knuckles were. All of that was until you fell victim to unconsciousness.

You glanced around in a panic when you woke. You realized Raven was still passed out beside you so you fought out of your restraints and managed to get your side door open. You wiggled out of the suit and ran around to her side, boots slipping on slick rocks.

You popped her door open and checked the inside of her wrist for a pulse. Easily palpable, strong just like her. You breathed a sigh of relief and a realization finally sunk in.

You were on the Ground.

You took a small step back and turned your face upward, eyes closing at the brightness and warmth of the sun hit your skin. You took a deep breath and smiled widely. You laughed slightly and looked around yourself, admiring

the tall thick trees surrounding your messy landing site.

“More a crash than landing.” You spoke to yourself. “At least we made it.”

The rustling in the trees behind made you spin quickly. You were reaching into one of the pockets for your utility knife when the familiar faces exited the tree line.

“Y/N?” Finn asked and you laughed in relief again. “How did you-“

The sound of his voice seemed to wake Raven. You heard her movement in the pod so you quickly turned back and began to help her out. You noticed the gash on her forehead, an almost mirrored image of yours. Her eyes met yours with a brief question but realization set in.

“We made it?” She asked quietly, pure disbelief in her tone.

“Thanks to you.” You smiled. “C’mon, you’ve got a visitor.”

You helped her out and steadied her on her feet before stepping aside and letting Finn take your place. Soon, a blonde you learned to be Clarke came up to you and started asking a million questions. Most of which, you couldn’t answer. She recognized you as your father’s daughter and said your name had been brought up a couple times since they landed.

Your thoughts immediately went to the Blake siblings.

It was clear that her unwavering curiosity was a means to stay distracted while Raven and Finn reconnected. After a few minutes. the small group came back together and Raven explained what started her plan to come down in the first place. The discussion shifted to the radio, which seemed to be missing.

You explained that you hadn’t seen anyone when Clarke insisted someone had gotten there before her and Finn. The two exchanged a knowing glance before running back in the direction they came. You grabbed Raven’s arm and followed as quickly as you could, though Clarke disappeared well ahead of you both.

“Bellamy!” You heard Finn, only a few feet ahead of you. Your heart beat so hard you thought it’d break out of

your chest. “Where’s the radio?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Bellamy said roughly and shoved him back.

You were frozen in quiet shock for a moment while the bickering continued. You stared in awe. You two hadn’t even been apart for that long but it felt like seeing him for the first time. Messy curls falling across his forehead, an unanticipated gruffness to his voice, something harder to his overall features. You were amazed at how much the Ground could’ve changed him. You weren’t snapped out of it until he backed Raven against a tree and she held a blade out to him.

You hurried over and put a hand on Bellamy’s chest to push him back. He looked down at your hand and then you. He was turning away before he did a double take and any focus on Raven or the radio was abandoned. He instantly softened and you were reminded of the Bellamy you knew. The one who’d sneak over to see you when you were both supposed to be working, the one who would stay up late until you came back home even if he had to work early, the one who cared so deeply.

“Y/N?” Your name fell from his lips as a whisper, like a deeply held secret that no one else deserved to know.

He took your face in both hands and you couldn’t help but smile. You nodded quickly as he smiled back, letting out a small sound of relief and amazement. 

His arms wrapped around your waist as you threw yours over his shoulders. The embrace was crushing and not enough at the same time. Your hands gripped the material of his jacket. His fingertips dug slightly into your sides.

You didn’t even hear the words being exchanged around you.

You didn’t care.

You had Bellamy back. You had Octavia back. Soon, you’d have your dad.

What else did you need?

[love-at-first-sight-23]

Welcome to the world of “Being in love with a person who doesn’t exist in real life but you pretend they do anyway because you’re obsessed” ✧˖*°࿐

[deantavias]

oh season 3 bell...

[banshees-martin]

when you finally get to a chapter with the most jaw dropping, mouth watering smut ever

[devsblurbs]

Sex Pollen — B . Blake

Summary – Reader and Bellamy have always hated each other, from the moment the ship landed they were constantly at each others throats. Clarke having had enough of it for the evening, sends them away to go cover some more ground outside of the camp. They come across a clearing of some flowers, but they aren’t normal flowers, and the pollen does something to them.

Warnings - 18+ MDNI , smut , unprotected sex , oral ( f received ) , degrading , use of praise , strong language , some angst , choking , biting

Word count - 5.6k

The chilled air of the evening hummed with tension, it hung in the air heavily, like a weight crushing everyone around down into the soil. Y/n and Bellamy stood in the center of their little camp, the campfire’s embers crackling in the background, a soft contrast to their raised voices

Everyone around knew not to get involved or get into the middle of it when they were fighting, it was futile. From the moment they had landed, those two had been at eachothers throats. They couldn’t be around one another for more than a few seconds without some kind of argument following.

She hated the way Bellamy thought he was better than everyone else, and even more so she hated that he was rash and always thought he was right. No one ever really questioned him, except for her. He hated how stubborn she was, how she could never just listen to what he had to say. She always had some sort of snarky remake to fire back, she simply could never leave anything he said alone.

Most of the time Y/n had a fair point, she was more strategic with her plans. She took the little details into consideration, while Bellamy didn’t, but god forbid she try to tell him he’s wrong.

“You think your way is always the right one, don’t you?” Y/n said to him, her fists clenched tightly to her sides.

They had been going for the past half an hour, back and forth about some plan Bellamy had thrown together, and when Y/n caught wind of it, and its recklessness she couldn’t stop herself from saying something to him.

“And you think your plans are any better?” He practically spat out her, his tone laced with annoyance.

She simply laughed, causing a confused expression to quickly flash across his features. probably wondering in his head what the hell she found so funny, as if reading his mind she was quick to answer that question.

“Not that you’d ever admit it, but do you realize how many times me interjecting has saved your ass, or saved the whole camp the trouble of your half assed plan going backwards. You never take the whole picture into consideration!”

God she sure knew how to push his buttons, how dare she stand her and yell at him like that. Right before he could fire back, Clarke, who had been watching silently with crossed arms, finally stepped forward clearly having enough of the two’s screaming match.

“Enough!” Clarke snapped, the two of them turned towards her slightly startled but both still blistering with rage.

“I’m sick and tired of listening to you two screaming at eachother,” She huffed out, “Go out there.” She gestured toward the dense forest beyond the camp, leaving the two to look at her like she was insane.

Y/n scoffed, glaring at Bellamy before returning her gaze to Clarke. “You’ve got to be out of your mind-” Before Y/n could continue, Clarke shut it down, interjecting, “Frankly, I don’t give a shit right now. Just go survey the area, or kill each other, I don’t care which. I’m done listening to your guys bickering for tonight.”

They both weren’t amused by this, but they also knew it wasn’t worth arguing. The faster they left, the faster they could come back and go their separate ways.

Both still simmering with frustration and anger, they grabbed guns and headed for the gates of their little camp, heading out. The silence was tense and eerie as the trees swallowed them whole, not bothering to spare each other a glance, let alone waste air talking.

Bellamy and Y/n trudged through the dense forest, their footsteps crunching against the fallen leaves and snapping twigs, guns slung over both of their shoulders, scowls resting on their faces clearly not amused with the task at hand.The tension between them lingered in the air like a storm cloud though neither had spoken since leaving the camp.

Branches reached out like skeletal fingers, brushing against their arms as the canopy above darkened, and the temperature steadily dropped. They swayed in the light breeze, moving back and forth as to come out and grab onto them. The forest grew quieter, save for the occasional rustle of unseen creatures.

Looking around cautiously, her foot tripped over a tree stump, she was quick to catch herself, mumbling under her breath about how this whole thing was stupid. As if she wasn’t already annoyed enough, he just had to speak up.

“Watch your step.” He muttered, much to her dismay breaking the silence that settled over them.

She scoffed but didn’t respond, she wasn’t in the mood for his bullshit, and now too focused on the uneven terrain, now determined not to trip again, she refused to give him another reason to criticize her.

After more trudging through the thick woods, they emerged from the dense eerie trees into a clearing, the sight causing both of them to freeze right in their tracks.

Under the pale glow of the moonlight, the clearing unfolded like something out of a dream– or a nightmare. Hundreds of flowers blanketed the ground, the petals shimmering faintly, glowing almost as the moonlight hit them. They ranged from light blues, to violets, and pinks, their colors shifting with each movement of air hitting them.

The silence was heavier, almost sacred. Even the crickets and birds seemed to have fallen silent, leaving only the soft whisper of the breeze.

“Y/n..” He finally spoke, his voice uncharacteristically soft, “What the hell is this place?”

It was clear he was feeling uneasy, nervous almost. A feeling settled into his gut, something telling him that they shouldn’t be there.

She stepped forward more towards the flowers, her boots brushing against the edge of them, “I don’t know.. I’ve never seen anything like this.”

He followed closely behind her, as they moved deeper into the clearing the hairs on the back of his neck stood up, a gut wrenching feeling creeping up his spine. Something wasn’t right, this wasn’t natural.

“This doesn’t feel right,” he muttered, the heavy air weighing down his chest.

She crouched down to touch one of the flowers, the petals silky and cold against her slender fingers, but there was something strange about them.

“They look like they’re glowing.” She whispered, staring deeply at them, she was almost mesmerized. She knew they weren't normal, but she wasn’t as skeptical of them as Bellamy was.

His Gaze darted around the clearing, his hand instinctively resting on the hilt of his knife, “We shouldn’t be here, this place.. It’s not natural.”

She straightened up, her eyes narrowing at him, of course he’d find a way to try to ruin something beautiful.

“You’re paranoid, they’re just flowers. Not everything is out to kill us, Bellamy.”

He simply scoffed, “Really? Because from the moment we’ve landed, a lot of strange shit has happened.”

She went to argue back, but shut her mouth, she couldn’t really argue with that. They’ve run into so many issues, and dangerous things from the moment their feet planted onto the soil. Silence overtook them again, her eyes scanning over the flowers, all shining in the faint glow of the moon casting down from the opening in the trees above them. Her skin raised with goosebumps as the cold air nipped at her.

“I don’t know, they’re strangely beautiful..” She spoke softly, a side of her Bellamy never got to hear, it was foreign to his ears.

The breeze picked up causing her to shiver a bit, the flowers swaying more and more. She watched them move, they almost danced to a silent melody as they moved, it was almost hypnotic. Her usual rough piercing gaze was replaced by one of awe, as she stared at them.

“Yeah, that doesn’t mean they aren’t dangerous though.” He said, his eyes still cautiously looking around. Before he could speak again, a gust of wind swept through the clearing, the flowers swayed violently, a stark contrast to the melodic moving they once did, as they moved a shimmering cloud of pollen filled the air around them. The golden particles sparkled in the moonlight, almost like tiny floating stars as it invaded their lungs.

“What the hell..” He was quick to cover his mouth and nose with his arm, in an attempt to not breathe in any more of the pollen.

She staggered backwards a bit, coughing as the pollen swirled around them, it seemed to cling to the air, invasive and inescapable, its presence unerringly warm in the cold of the night.

“Don’t.. breathe it in,” He said between coughs, though it was already far too late for that. The shimmering pollen seemed to settle over everything–the flowers, their clothes, their skin. It lingered in the air for a moment longer before finally disappearing.

She finally straightened up, running her fingers through her hair, and taking deep, but cautious breaths. “What the fuck was that..” She murmured trying to wrap her head around what the hell just transpired.

He doubled over, his hands on his knees, panting slightly, as he attempted to catch his breath, “I have no idea, but that wasn’t normal.”

His heart beat quickly, irregularly the world swaying a bit as he stayed there. When he finally caught his breath and stood up, his skin was covered with a dull sense of pins and needles, a slight bit of sweat dripping down his forehead despite the cold air, glistening in the dull light cast over by the moon.

She didn’t realize that she had been staring, until she looked away, her own body feeling uneasy. Her legs are almost weak, and her heart erratic.

“I feel weird..” She spoke, her voice slightly hoarse, a lump almost lodged in her throat. Bellamy only nodded, his gaze burning into her as she spoke.

Her voice sounded melodic to him, which was a contrast from the usual annoyance he got from it. But right in this moment, it was alluring and it was pulling him in.

His nerves in his body felt like they were igniting, a match catching them on fire, his breaths staggered, his body warm. Her eyes made their way back to his figure, focusing on the way his chest heaved, the way his skin glowed under the light. As much as she wanted to look away, something was stopping her.

“Bell..” She murmured, her lips parted slightly, wiping some of the sweat away from her forehead.

He almost growled at the sound of his name leaving her lips, it sounded so pretty to him, it made his heart race even more if that was possible. The world around him felt so distant, the glow of the flowers blurring into a soft, otherworldly light. The only thing either of them could focus on was the pull–an invisible force drawing them together, insistent, and undeniable.

He didn’t answer, his dark eyes locked onto hers as his chest moved with each ragged breath he took. The usual frustration and anger he held was replaced with something deeper, something almost primal. His body felt like it was no longer his own, every instinct screaming at him to get closer to her.

He took a step forward, and Y/n didn’t move away. Her body mirrored his, leaning closer even as her mind struggled to catch up. As he stood in front of her, and her eyes stared up into his, he snapped.

The tension between them too strong, his hands gripped her arms, his touch firm and desperate as he pulled her to him, chest to chest, his touch on her arms setting her mind into overdrive, her skin on fire with just the slightest touch. Before she could react any further, his lips crashed onto hers, capturing her into a rough and demanding kiss.

She gasped against his lips, her hands instinctively gripping his shirt as her body betrayed her. The heat in both of their veins intensified with every second, and she found herself desperately pressing into him, her own desperation matching his.

The kiss was fierce and unrelenting, a collision of all the bottled up emotions between them. All the anger, all the frustration being taken out with it. The world faded away, leaving only the two of them.

She finally pulled away, almost regretting it, her lips swollen and aching for his as soon as they left.

“Bellamy..” She whispered, her voice shaking slightly.

His forehead was pressed against hers, his breaths heavy and uneven. “I don’t know what's happening,” he admitted, his voice raw, “But I can’t–”

She silenced him by pulling him back down, her lips finding his again with just as much urgency. It was like the pollen from the flowers was messing with them, igniting all the nerves in their bodies and igniting something animalistic. As their lips battled against one another, his hands roamed up her back, until one settled onto the back of her neck pushing her more into him, deepening the kiss, while her hands roamed up his chest, one landing in his hair tugging at it.

He was the one that pulled away this time panting harshly, something dark behind his brown eyes. His eyes bore into hers, his hair disheveled, he was staring at her like she was his prey.

“Y/n..” He groaned out, his voice breaking almost.

His hand moved slowly from the back of her neck to her neck to her face, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Gotta stop.. I keep going, I won't be able to.” He said breathlessly, though he said that, his mind was silently pleading her to tell him to keep going.

Her own body felt the pull between them, it was a relentless force, everything in her yearned for more, screamed at her to pull him back in. She looked up at him with half lidded eyes, “Please don’t..” It came out meekly, like some sort of plea, differently from her usual firecracker persona.

Those words, the way she said them drove him up the wall. The way her lips were swollen, face flushed, how her voice trembled, her thighs pressed together needily. She made it clear that she didn’t want him to stop, so he wasn’t going too.

Bellamy moved his hand from her face to her neck, squeezing roughly, pulling a whine from her lips. He almost groaned at that, the way it sounded leaving her lips was like heaven. He pulled her back in, kissing her just as fiercely as before, this time with no intent of holding back and stopping. The kiss was needy, hungry, fed by the relentless desire that they both had settled into them.

When he finally pulled away, it was to pull her down onto the soft soil, the earth cool against her overheated skin. Before she could complain, his lips were all over her neck, sloppily kissing, and nipping all over. She panted softly, back arching off the ground, her hips brushing against his, bringing a groan past his lips and sending a vibration through her skin. He used one of his hands to push her hips down into the ground, firmly holding her in place. Everything in him screamed to just take her right then and there, but not yet, he wanted to have his fun with her first.

“Patience, love..” His voice was rough and low as he spoke into her ear, her thighs squeezing together in an attempt to feel something, anything. His touch was driving her up the wall, she was filled with need for him, and him alone.

His lips went back to her neck, brushing against all her sensitive spots, but when they hit a particular spot that caused her to squirm under him, he bit down. It sent a jolt of stinging pleasure through her body, causing her to gasp.

“Bell..” She whispered out, need lacing her voice.

He hummed against her skin as he worked his way down to her collar bone, leaving sloppy kisses and purple bruises as he continued down his path, his hands now messing with the hem of her shirt. It wasn’t long before he was sliding it off her body, tossing it somewhere next to them on the ground. He stared at her bare chest under the light of the moon in awe, taking her in.

“So fuckin’ pretty..” His voice barely above a whisper, his eyes scanning over her, her chest rising and falling harshly.

He leaned back down, kissing down her chest, his hands moving to cup her breasts, kneading them between his fingers softly, in almost a teasing manner.

“Bell, please..” She whined out, her hands running through his hair.

This brought a smirk to his lips, hearing her all desperate for him. His lips moved over, his tongue trailing against her nipple, as his fingers played with the other. He took it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, teeth grazing against the sensitive bud as she whimpered beneath him. He then pulled away rather abruptly, leaving her breathless and almost trembling beneath him. The sudden loss of his touch sent a wave of frustration through her, a soft needy whine escaping her lips, her body arching towards him instinctively.

Her cheeks burned, but the heat pooling in her stomach only grew as he took his time with her. His hands slowly moved down her sides, his calloused fingers grazing over her sensitive skin, sending shivers racing through her body. He looked at her, his eyes darkened with lust, as he hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants, tugging them down, before throwing them off to the side. He once again stared in awe, looking at her fully exposed beneath him, his jeans tightening around him. Her hands lifted up, sliding under his shirt wanting to touch him too. He took the hint, sliding his shirt off, letting it join the growing pile of clothes. She bit her lip as her fingers traced over her his skin, his toned body glistening with sweat.

“Like what you see?” He grinned softly as she stared up at him like he was some sort of god.

She hummed, lost in a daze as her eyes trailed over him, too lost in taking him in to realize that he was now kneeling in between her thighs. Her breath hitched slightly as he leaned his face in, his lips brushing against the inner part of her thighs, his broad shoulders keeping her legs apart. His gaze swept over her, and the intensity in his eyes made her squirm beneath him. He kissed her thighs softly at first, peppering them all over, but as he went the kisses got sloppy, needy almost.

“Bellamy–” She started, her voice trembling, but whatever she was about to say was lost in a loud gasp as his teeth sunk into the soft flesh.

The bite wasn’t gentle, it was rough, leaving a sharp sting in its wake. Her hips jerked a sharp whimper escaping her lips as her hands moved to his hair tugging at his messy curls.

He chuckled darkly against her skin, his breath hot as he trailed kisses and bites along the inner part of her thighs, alternating between soft and harsh. Each scrape of his teeth sent a jolt of heat straight to her core, leaving her writhing and breathless. She couldn’t stop herself from squirming, her body reacting to every touch, everybite. Her legs trembled, but his hands kept her firmly in place, his grip strong and unyielding as he pushed her hips into the ground beneath them.

“Stay still.” He growled out, his voice thick with warning, and the sound sent another shiver racing through her.

Her head fell back against the ground, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she tried to obey, but it was an impossible feat. The ache inside her was unbearable, her body desperate for him, wanting nothing but his touch.

“Please..” She whispered, the word slipping out before she could stop it.

He paused, his lips hovering just barely above her skin, his hot breath fanning over her. His eyes trailed up, and his gaze met hers through his messy curls. The smirk that spread across his lips was both infuriating and intoxicating to her.

“So desperate,” He teased, his tone laced with satisfaction, he did this to her, he was making her fall apart with his touch.

She bit her lip again, her cheeks flushing even deeper, sweat coating her forehead. She didn’t have the energy to argue, or to put up a fight, not with the way his touch was driving her up the wall with pleasure.

His lips hovered over her thighs, close enough to where she could feel the heat of his breath, but far enough to drive her crazy. Her body was trembling, every nerve ending screaming for more, her body on fire, craving him more and more with every touch, but he just smirked at her dragging out the moment.

“Bellamy, please,” She whimpered, her voice practically breaking with desperation. Her hips jerked up toward him, but his strong hands held her firmly in place.

“Not good enough,” He murmured, his voice dark and teasing, “Want me to make you feel good hm, Princess? Beg for me then.”

Her eyes were locked onto his, a mixture of frustration and yearning behind them, she clenched her fists, her nails digging into the soil beneath her, her body in overdrive, desperate for any kind of friction. He leaned into her, his lips brushing over the spot where she needed him most, but not quite giving her what she needed. That’s what broke her, her eyes pleading with him.

“Please, Bell,” She begged, her voice breaking with every word she spoke. “I need you, I–” She let out a shuddering breath, her head falling back onto the ground. “Please, just do something, I need you.” Her voice was filled with desperation, as her body ached for more.

His smirk widened, satisfaction glinting in his dark eyes. “That’s more like it,” He muttered,and without another word he gave in.

He lowered his head between her thighs, burying his face in between them, his mouth working against her with skill and intensity that had her crying out. The first touch of his tongue dragging up against her clit sent a jolt of electricity through her body, her back arching off the ground, as her hands tugged at his messy hair. He had barely started, but her body was on fire, her mind clouded over as he finally was giving her what she craved.

“Bell!” She gasped, her voice breaking into a cry as he pressed into her more, his tongue and lips moving in a perfectly deveasting rhythm.

Her nails dug into his scalp, but it only seemed to spur him on further. His grip on her thighs tightened, sure enough that there would be fresh bruises there the next day to accompany the purple marks his lips left everywhere earlier. As he gripped her his tongue swirled and flicked around in ways that made her see stars. The sounds she made were desperate, unrestrained, they only fueled him to push her closer to the edge.

“Taste so fuckin’ good.” He mumbled, as his mouth worked at her, sending the vibrations straight to her core.

Her world narrowed to the feeling of his mouth on her, the heat, the pressure, the overwhelming sensation that was pulling her apart piece by piece. Her cries grew louder, her breaths even more erratic than before as her body tightened and trembled against his every touch.

“Bellamy, I–I can’t–” She stammered, but he was relentless, it only drove him to go faster.

His tongue kept working against her, her cries like a melody to his ears. It wasn't until he slipped two fingers in, that she practically yelled out his name. His fingers working with his mouth in harmony, has her eyes rolling back, a wave of pleasure rolling over her. Her body shook, her fingers tugging at his hair roughly as she fell apart beneath him. The way she gasped his name, raw and unfiltered, sent a jolly of satisfaction through him. He didn’t stop, he didn’t let up, his mouth working relentlessly as he let her ride out her high.

Her vision was hazy as the pleasure overwhelmed her, she couldn’t think, couldn't breathe properly, she could only feel.

Finally, as her body calmed down, and her trembling slowed a bit, he slowed his movements. Pulling out his fingers slowly, pressing one last gentle kiss to her thigh. His face covered in her slick, he licked his fingers, cleaning them off, savoring every last bit of her taste.

He had wasted enough time, he was done holding back now. Satisfied with the way he had her falling apart from just his tongue and his fingers, he stood up for a second, making quick work of pulling his jeans off, throwing them to the side. She couldn’t help the way her eyes roamed over him, even as her body trembled from the aftermath of his mouth. His body glistening with sweat, his large cock out for her to see.

He was back on her in an instant, caging her beneath him, as his weight pressed her into the soft earth. His lips found her neck again, nipping and sucking as his hands roamed her body possessively, making sure to leave no inch untouched. The heat radiating between them was unbearable, the pull was impossible to resist.

“You want this?” He growled against her ear, his voice rough and laced with need. His teeth grazed her earlobe, sending another shivering rushing through her, “Hmm, say it.. Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you.”

She could barely form any words, her breath hitching as his body arched into his, “I do yes..” She managed to stammer out, her voice barely audible.

He clicked his tongue to the roof of his mouth, “I don’t think I’m very convinced.”

She groaned out, her hips desperately trying to rub against his, “Please, god, Bell.. I want you to fuck me, please I need you.”

The desperation and need in voice was enough for him, he didn’t bother demanding her try to convince him anymore, truth be told he couldn’t wait any longer. The flowers had them both too far gone, their minds clouded, their bodies screaming for more. He positioned himself, his hands gripping her hips tightly, and without warning, his hips snapped into hers with a force that knocked the air from her lungs.

A sharp cry escaped her lips, her nails digging into his shoulder as his hips slammed against hers in a rough, relentless rhythm. He set a punishing pace, every movement filled with raw, and unrestrained need.

“Fuck, princess.. Taking me so well, this pussy was made for me.” He groaned out, his pace never faltering as he rocked his hips into hers.

He cursed under his breath as he kept up his pace, his breath hot against her ear as his hands tightened on her hips pulling her closer with each harsh thrust. The sound of her moans and cries along with the sound of their bodies colliding echoed around them, mixing with the faint rustle of the flowers swaying in the breeze. The pollen still hung thick in the air, amplifying every sensation, every touch, they were both mad with lust.

She felt like she was on fire, her body hypersensitive to every thrust of his hips, every sound that drew from his lips, every glance.

His head fell into the crook of her neck, his lips brushing against her skin as he muttered things under his breath, his voice was raw and broken. His rhythm didn't falter, each thrust hitting deeper, harder than the last, as if he couldn’t get enough for her. His body claiming every inch of hers, trapping her beneath him as to say that she was his and his alone.

Her cries only grew louder, her hands grasping and scratching at him as she tried to ground herself. But she couldn’t, it felt too good, he had her screaming out his name in pleasure.

“What is it, pretty girl? Can’t handle me?” He chuckled darkly against her neck,but he didn’t slow his pace, he kept pounding into her like his life depended on it.

The flowers had stripped them of every barrier, every ounce of control, leaving nothing but a primal need. They were lost in eachother, consumed by the heat, the desperation, the overwhelming desire that neither of them could fight.

His soft growls filled her ears, rough and low, as she trembled beneath him, her moans spilling from her lips with no hesitation. Her nails raked along his sweat-slicked back as he drove into her roughly.

“So fuckin’ pretty like this,” He spoke into her ear softly, his voice thick with desire. His eyes flickered down to meet hers, and the way she looked at him– flushed, dazed, completely drunk off his cock alone only fueled the fire raging inside of him more.

“Such a mess for me.” His words dripping with satisfaction as one of his hands slipped up to her neck giving it a squeeze pulling a soft gasp from her lips.

His other hand snaked down, to rub circles on her clit as he kept his pace drilling into her, the added pleasure causing tears to stream down her cheeks, her hands gripping his shoulder even harder in an attempt to anchor herself.

“Bellamy!” She moaned out his name, her voice cracking as her body writhed under him, the mixture of his cock and fingers driving her insane.

He groaned against her neck, the sound vibrating through her, and his hips snapped against her even harder, his rhythm growing rougher, needier. “You like this huh?” He growled, his breath hot against her neck, “You like when I use you like this? Being a cock drunk slut for me?”

Her head fell back, her lips parted as she let out a strangled cry, the tension inside her building to a breaking point. Her body was on fire, every nerve alight, every sensation heightened. His grip on her neck tightened, his fingers still rubbing circles against her clit. His lips worked against her neck, biting and kissing sloppily, claiming every inch of her.

“You drive me crazy,” He muttered, his voice almost a snarl as he buried himself deeper, his movements becoming more erratic, more sloppy with each thrust, “You always have.”

She could barely process his words, her find too clouded by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her. Her body tightened around him, and she felt herself teetering on the edge, her cries growing louder, more desperate.

“Bell, fuck.. I’m–” She stammered, her hands clutching onto him as the wave built higher, threatening to crash over her at any moment.

“Hm, you wanna cum for me?” He murmured, his lips brushing against her ear, his voice softer now but still filled with just as much urgency, “Go on then, cum on my cock.”

That’s all it took for her to go over the edge, her body convulsing under him as her release ripped through her, leaving her gasping and trembling. He kept going, his fingers still drawing lazy circles, his thrusts getting more and more sloppy as she rode out her high. A few more thrusts and he was burying himself deep inside of her, spilling his seed, and painting her walls, claiming her insides as his. His growls turned into a deep groan as he buried his face in her neck, his body shaking just a bit before collapsing next to her on the ground.

They laid there for a moment, minds still clouded over, chests heaving as they tried to catch their breaths. Their bodies began to cool down, the heat that had consumed them moments ago ebbed away, leaving behind a strange clarity. Slowly, the effects of the pollen wore off, and with it came the crashing weight of reality.

Her eyes darted around, her chest still heaving as she tried to process what had just happened. Her skin felt cooler now, but it didn’t erase the marks of what just happened– the warmth of his hands, the scrape of his teeth, the way he had her coming undone on his cock.

“What the fuck just happend?” She yelped, her voice cracking as she sat up abruptly, clutching all her discarded clothes. She was quick to scramble to put them on, her hands shaking slightly as she tugged her shirt over her head. Her hair was a wild mess, her body covered in purple bruises, her lips swollen, and her face burned with disbelief and embarrassment of what just happened.

Bellamy, still lying beside her, blinked as if coming out of a fog. He propped himself up on his elbows, a mix of shock and confusion fainted his freckled face. His fair was a tangled mess, his chest and shoulders mocked with red scratches left in the wake of her nails. His lips bore the same swollen look, evident of their fevered kisses.

“I–” He started, his voice hoarse. He paused his brow furrowing as he glanced at Y/n who was furiously tying her boots up.

He was quick to follow, grabbing all his clothes and throwing them on, still just as confused.After they were just dressed, they came face to face.

“I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but we’re going to pretend it didn’t.” She spat out, glaring daggers into him. The lust was long gone, replaced by the familiar bitterness she felt for him.

Though he felt the same way, and hated her, he couldn’t shake the fact that he had her stubborn ass falling apart for him.

“I doubt you’ll forget the way I made you feel.” He smirked, slinging his gun over his shoulder.

She flipped him off, “I hate you, Blake.”

He rolled his eyes, “Feelings mutual firecracker.”

[kirsteinlvqr]

How I feel after crying over a literal x reader fanfic

[lunarsworld]

“body’s a work of art you’d die to see”

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you were irresistible around camp, but who could blame anybody? the way you strolled around with pure confidence towards the bonfire pit, basking in the sunlight from up above, you were impossible to ignore. or maybe it was the tight denim that fit your curves perfectly. in bellamy’s head it was both.

as soon as you walked over, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to pull him into a tight hug. he reached down instinctively, but his hands were met with the bare skin of your bottom. he quickly pulled away and coughed, breaking the uncomfortable silence at the uncharted territory. “what’s wrong?” you asked, quirking your eyebrow. he chuckled and glanced around, trying to play off the fact he just grabbed a whole handful of your ass. “oh no, nothing,” he coughed.

you shrugged your shoulders and turned to clark as bellamy sat on a tree stump behind you. he slowly examined the jeans, watching how they perfectly fit every curve of your body and how it hugs your hips. his eyes trailed up towards the waist of the denim when he noticed the familiar brand.

he swiftly wrapped his finger through the belt loop of them and pulled you onto his lap, earning a yelp from you. you slowly adjusted yourself, in turn feeling his excitement growing but you ignored it. “hey bambi…” he muttered. the nickname never bothered you, but it was times like this where he had you wrapped around his finger with heat pooling in between your legs that it did. “yea belly?” you whispered in his ear as he rested his hand on the small of your back, rubbing circles into your bare skin. “my jeans look good on you, even though you chopped them up.” he husked, hot breath hitting your ear, earning a shiver from you. his fingers slowly inched their way down, slightly tucking themselves under the waistband of the denim.

“you have so many pairs belly! ‘s not my fault!” you whined, as he tapped your butt to make you get up. you pouted at the loss of comfortability. “hey don’t whine. you can always borrow my clothes.” he said with a wink. as you walked away back towards your tent, he glanced around making sure everybody’s eyes were on their tasks (plot twist, it wasnt!). “get back to work!” he shouted, making you turn around and wave. clark suddenly nudged his shoulder as you turned back towards your tent. “just admit you’re in love with her already or wipe that stupid grin off your face and get back to work.” she blurted. and that got bellamy thinking, maybe clark was onto something.

[voidpvllman]

i’m sorry, i love you | bellamy blake

* part two of ‘i love you, i’m sorry’

summary: raven is working to hijack a drop ship and escape to earth, kane’s daughter is supposed to go with her, but after watching her boyfriend– the only reason she agreed to this– ‘s heart stop right in front of her, she has given up on this insane plan. and everything else… the dropship is ready, but after someone else finds out about it, she demands to go with raven instead.

warnings: mention of suicide, violence, blood, fighting, seven year, established relationship, someone gets stabbed, sexual situations- steamy, no smut, mentions of the first time, dual pov, no use of y/n, or ‘you’ ! angst as usual bc who would i be otherwise, :,)) “touch her and you die” vibe ‘:D ,, bellamy blake. he’s the final warning….be careful

“i’m sorry.”

it was the last thing bellamy said to her.

she said she loved him; he said he was sorry.

he didn’t say it back, he didn’t give her a final kiss.

he didn’t say it back.

not one last kiss.

his heart had stopped.

he was gone now. forever.

tears stung her eyes as she stared blankly at the wall. her hand shook slightly because of how tightly she gripped her fork. kane watched her anxiously from across the dining hall. she was slipping; pulling away from him, pushing everyone away, including him. raven stopped beside him, looking up at him in silence. “she isn’t doing well.” “her boyfriend of seven years is dead, after you sent him down to earth.” kane tensed, snapping his head towards her, “he would have been floated if i hadn’t stepped in.” “at least it wasn’t because of you, right?” she spat the words angrily, “but it was. you didn’t vote against sending them to earth. you didn’t stop it.” kane exhaled, hanging his head. the guilt had already been eating at him. he had felt sick since the council had passed the decision to send the delinquents to earth. he had tried to argue reason. but if they didn’t try something, everyone would die, instead of risking the 100 criminals. maybe it would have been different if it was his daughter being sent down. he would have fought harder. he would have screamed and argued and likely gotten sedated. but it was his daughter. kane could not wrap his head around abby and thelonius were so willing to risk their own children for hope of everyone else. maybe he was the problem.

raven sat beside her, nudging her gently. she flinched, wide eyes snapping in her direction. she looked exhausted, skinnier than raven had ever seen. “it’s ready.” she shook her head weakly. no. “we can leave today.” she shook her head again, “i’m not going.” raven barely heard her, it was so weak. “what?” raven grabbed her shoulders and turned to face her, “what do you mean you’re not going?” she shook her head again, far away expression returning to the wall, “i was going for bellamy. bellamy is not there.” raven squeezed her arms tighter, “i don’t want to go alone. please come with me.” another head shake. raven stood to her feet, “i dont want to go alone! i did this for finn- i- he’s all i have!” “at least he’s still alive.” raven glared at her, nostrils flaring, “you still have your father! i have nothing! there is no one else up here for me!” people were looking up from their tables, turning towards the raised voice. she didn’t flinch, eyes fixed at the wall, all the fight gone from her. “fine!” raven slammed her hand down on the table, drawing the attention of everyone who hadn’t been looking previously. “i want to be with my best friend and my boyfriend. but if you aren’t coming, then screw you. i’ll go alone.” the words stung, but she had managed to push everyone away.

no one would miss her now.

she held a knife up her sleeve, as she made her way through the ark. she stopped outside the control room, taking deep breaths. she closed her eyes, picturing him again. the day they had met she couldn’t even remember; they had been so young, she just assumed they had known each other forever. she remembered their first kiss. their first date- watching the stars on bellamy’s blanket, tucked under his arm, a makeshift picnic of food they had snuck away from the dining hall sitting between them. she felt tears sting her cheeks and she swore. the memories burned. the dreams even more- aching, her heart feeling like it might shatter. it would all end. the memories. the pain. the shattering ache in her chest every time you pictured his face, the nausea every time you saw his monitor flatline.

it was ending.

all of it, along with her life.

she stopped at the control room’s door, hearing voices. “they aren’t dying.” it was abby who was speaking. “abby, calm down-“ it was her father. “they aren’t dying!” she flinched at abby’s sharp voice, “they’re taking them off!” “how can you be sure?” “i can’t. but i have to hope. i have to see my daughter again.” “you expect me to tell my daughter that her boyfriend is still alive and risk being wrong about it once we get down there?”

he could be alive.

bellamy.

he could still be down there.

she was sprinting before she could catch her breath or her head could stop spinning. what if it was too late? what if raven was already gone? she picked up the pace, forcing her shaking legs to go faster. raven was sitting in the drop ship, eyes closed, breathing heavy. her eyes opened when she heard the door slam. raven looked at her with wide eyes, “it’s you…” she was surprised, maybe even disappointed? “he could still be alive.” raven’s eyes fell, “i know… abby told me.” she raised an eyebrow, “abby?” raven closed her eyes, bracing herself, “she wants to come with me.” her heart dropped, anger, panic, anxiety all surging through her. “didn’t take you long to fill my spot, did it?” her words were bitter, she spat them out like venom. raven flinched, “i’m sorry. you said you weren’t coming.” she opened her mouth to take her anger out raven once again, but then the door opened. she froze. abby froze. the three of you stared at each other. the drop-ship only seated two… she would be one of them. “abby,–“ raven started but abby cut her off, “i am seeing my daughter again.” she tensed, your fingers twitched slightly. “i’m getting on that ship, abby.” her tone was low, warning. “no, you’re not. i’m sorry.” raven watched anxiously, flipping the dials and frantically pushing buttons before this got ugly.

“please don’t make me do this.” abby held a syringe in her hand. she was going to sedate her if she had to. her fingers wiggled slightly, the knife up her sleeve dropping into her hand. “i won’t.” raven’s eyes widened, noticing the knife before abby did. “don’t—“ abby sprinted for the drop ship. she got there first; abby grabbed her legs, tackling her to the ground. raven was pleading for the two to stop, not being heard over the scuffle. abby reached for the door, bracing herself to jump in. she screamed something, trying to pull her away from the drop ship, from the open door, from her chance to get to bellamy. it happened before she had realized it. raven had gasped- it almost came out as a scream. abby’s eyes widened, collapsing into her arms. she slid to the ground, from her arms, taking sharp breaths. she pulled the knife out, staring at it wide eyed as if had acted on it’s own. she climbed into the drop ship beside raven, shaking, vision blurring. she had stabbed someone. she couldn’t breath, her entire body shaking from the adrenaline. “what did you do—“ “go, raven.” she had done it for a reason. guards were yelling outside the door, having been alerted that a drop ship was preparing to launch. “raven, go! now!” raven engaged the thrusters, glancing to abby’s body on the floor with wide eyes. abby was still breathing. the doors were forced open and guards rushed in. their guns were raised, kane was with them. “hold your fire!” his eyes found his daughter’s, then shifted to abby on the floor. “get a doctor! now!”

kane had hesitated, watching as the drop ship launched. his eyes were wide, tear filled, full of betrayal; and hurt. she closed her eyes tightly, not wanting to see the look on his face. they had launched, the ark getting further away rapidly. “i’m sorry,” she whispered it, knowing he couldn’t hear her. knowing he would never forgive her. raven’s eyes widened through her helmet, watching as earth got closer. it was in their reach. a warning appeared on the screen, flashing red and beeping. “oh, shit.” raven flipped switches frantically. “brace yourself—“ the ship lurched as it hit the atmosphere, shuttering violently as it picked up speed. she shut her eyes tightly, hands gripping the edges of her seat as if that would keep her safe. she knew they shouldn’t be approaching this quickly. she knew they needed to slow down before—

the ship crashed into the earth in a trail of smoke and fire. both heads slammed against the widow, helmet cracking against her forehead.

*.•——*.•

bellamy dropped the wood he had collected, looking to the sky as it flashed. a streak of bright, burning smoke trailing behind object that was rapidly approaching the ground. “clarke—“ bellamy didn’t need to say anything thing, everyone was already looking up. “what is that–“ “who is that?” finn shifted his bag to his other shoulder. “get a search party ready.” bellamy’s tone was dark, eyeing the direction of the crash. “what if they aren’t friendly?” jasper trailed behind clarke, stumbling slightly as he tried to keep up. “they might need our help.” typical clarke… bellamy rolled his eyes to himself, “that’s why we have guns.” “bellamy-“ “this isn’t all rainbows and butterflies clarke! the people here are trying to kill us. the people up there-“ his eyes shifted up towards the sky, “-our people- want me dead. when they get down here, if they get down here- they will kill me. forgive me for not wanting to rush out there with open arms, princess.” clarke glared at him as bellamy pushed past her. “don’t you have anyone up there that you care about? that you miss?” bellamy paused, turning around so quickly that clarke flinched. “you ask too many questions, princess. and i’m getting really tired of it. and you.” the sudden change in his tone caused the others to look at him with wide eyes. octavia ducked her head slightly, “bell-“ “i’m fine.” he pushed past her, cross tone not even sparing his sister.

“what is his deal?” octavia looked at clarke cautiously, “he left someone up on the ark.” she looked anxious, sorrowful, “don’t bring her up or you’ll get shot.” clarke of course, didn’t listen. “what if she’s on that ship, bellamy?” the reaction was instant; clarke had not taken the warning seriously. bellamy froze, tensing up, somehow growing even taller. clarke stepped back before he even turned around. bellamy spun, nostrils flared, elbow pushing clarke against the tree, hand gripping his gun tightly. “what did you just say?” clarke gasped as her back hit the tree, opening her mouth to say something. finn jumped in front of bellamy, trying to de-escalate the situation but making a mistake by getting in his face. bellamy shoved him, ignoring his pleas, ignoring octavia telling him to calm down. “bellamy.” octavia grabbed his arm and bellamy let her pull him away, letting clarke ease off the tree as finn rushed to her side. “i’m fine.” bellamy pulled out of octavia’s arms again, ignoring her urges to talk to her. bellamy walked ahead of the group, hand tight around his gun, shoulders tense, jaw clenched. “i thought you were smart, griffin…” octavia passed clarke, slight amused, smug smirk on her lips. “bellamy has a girlfriend?” a girl had joined octavia in the line and octavia couldn’t remember this girl getting asked onto the rescue party. she pouted slightly, voice sounding pathetically disappointed. “yes.” “but she’s on the ark…” her tone was too hopeful now. “bellamy won’t ever look at anyone else.” octavia couldn’t fight the amused smirk on her face just thinking of her. god, she missed her. it had been years. “could i take her?” the girl’s voice was playful, and octavia almost laughed, “you wouldn’t stand a chance.” octavia’s voice being void of playfulness made the girl stop, “and if it came to bellamy, your death wouldn’t be quick. or painless.” she smirked, knowing she had never killed anyone, and had barely ever had to get in a fight because bellamy never even glanced at other girls. “also.” octavia stuck turned back to the girl who now looked ill, “he’s twenty three.” “there’s no rules about that on earth!” octavia rolled her eyes, “i hope it is her that landed. i’ll be sure to introduce you first.”

bellamy turned a questioning expression to his sister, who had caught up to him. “you have an admirer.” really, quite a few. bellamy just hummed once in acknowledgment, clearly not caring, definitely not interested. he blew his messy curls out of his eyes and kept his eyes focused in front of him. octavia knew he missed her. she knew the look behind his eyes, the tight way he would smile at her. “i told her she would kick her ass.” bellamy gave octavia a crooked smirk, slightly amused, almost a genuine smile as he thought about her.

bellamy’s smile vanished as soon as the screaming started.

octavia couldn’t even get her words out before bellamy was running. “bellamy, wait-“ but it was useless; octavia knew exactly who the scream sounded like- she knew it wasn’t possible- but a lot of things on this planet shouldn’t have been possible. “bellamy-“ they couldn’t even see him now, he had gotten so far ahead of them. “bell–“ another scream cut clarke off, the girls grew pale, “we’re getting closer.” “or it’s getting closer…” clarke stumbled, grasping a tree before she went tumbling down a steep drop off. “bellamy-!” octavia slid down the hill quickly, seeing bellamy sprawled out just at the edge of the incline. he was conscious, looking more pissed off than anything. he was muttering as octavia helped him up, cursing the uneven footing and his panic that had caused him to miss the drop off. “-fine-“ bellamy winced as he stood to his feet, groaning slightly. “bellamy, your leg-“ a sharp twig had stabbed through his pants, a bloody stain surrounding it. “i’m fine.” the pain of putting his full weight on his leg caused a gasp to escape, his face tightening against the pain. “bellamy, your leg-“ clarke had made her way down, trying to steady bellamy so she could look at his leg. “i’m fine, griffin! we need to keep moving.” another scream, and bellamy was running. “bellamy!” octavia tried grabbing him, his adrenaline still managing to drag her behind him. “bellamy, stop!” octavia yelled over the distant screams and bellamy finally stopped. his jaw was clenched, eyes wild, “it isn’t her. bellamy, how could it possibly be her?” bellamy’s tense posture changed slightly, almost easing. his eyes darted back and forth, processing, the rationality and the protective, animal side of him fighting for control. finally, bellamy breathed deeply, “it’s not our fight.” it could have been grounders. it could have been people from camp who wandered off and were screwing around. bellamy felt himself breathe, octavia felt herself relax, clarke spoke up, “we still should see if they need help! that could be our people!” “clarke-“ bellamy sounded exhausted, he looked exhausted; a new sadness crossing over his tight expression. clarke started arguing again but was once again cut off by another scream, this time much closer. bellamy tensed again, head snapping back up, eyes widening with an expression clarke had never seen. “it isn’t her.” octavia squeezed his wrist. “it sounds like her…” bellamy had almost whispered it, not intending for anyone else to hear him. another scream— panicked, desperate, cut off by a name.

his.

“bellamy—!?”

bellamy was sprinting, pain in his leg be damned, not caring if the others got left behind. maybe he was hallucinating, maybe he had gotten into a toxin, maybe he was bleeding out or dying. but bellamy only knew that voice. and he knew he had to get to her, weather his leg could handle it or not.

—*.•*

she felt hot, sticky liquid against her palm, spilling between her fingers. she couldn’t feel the pain, couldn’t hear her surroundings, but she knew she was bleeding. “raven-“ her voice didn’t sound like her own, didn’t feel like it was coming from her. “raven—“ she opened her eyes to blinding light, squinting at the brightness, the squinting causing pain to shoot through her head. she swore, gasping out a cry as sharp pain shot behind her eyes. blood was running over her eye, burning as it covered her vision. not good. she shifted, gritting her teeth against the pain, turning to check on raven. raven was unconscious. not good. her helmet cracked, a light trickle of blood coming from her forehead. “please don’t make me do this alone.” she shook her friend lightly, trying to rouse her but not cause her pain. “come on, raven… we were supposed to find them together—“ a movement in the trees caught her attention, heart leaping in anticipation, fear, excitement. it was a deer. a real deer. the deer stepped into the clearing slowly, eyeing the smoking drop ship warily, ears twitching against the breeze. it turned it’s head and she screamed before she could stop herself.

the deer had two heads. the second was mutated, haunting, gaping holes where its features should have been. “what the hell is this planet…” she stepped out of the drop ship cautiously, shaking, expecting the air to kill her instantly, despite evidence against it. she breathed deeply, taking it in, unable to stop the smile spreading across her lips. she was free. it was beautiful here. and she was free. she thought of octavia, her best friend under the door, who had never known freedom, taking in the new planet for the first time. octavia. bellamy… how would she find them? they could be anywhere.

something fluttered near her head and she screamed and threw herself to the ground. “oh,” she exhaled, watching the small creature dance above her head. she fought the urge to touch it, not remembering if the insect bit and not positive she wouldn’t get some radioactive disease from it. she couldn’t remember the name of the delicate, graceful insect but she had always liked them. she glanced back at raven, sending a silent plea to whatever deity may be listening to keep her safe until she got back- hopefully, with help. she touched every tree she passed, savoring the way they felt, the way they smelled, the way the leaves folded and crumpled beneath her fingers. she fought off the urge to take her shoes off and walk barefoot against the grass and moss.

once she reached a stream- or maybe a river— she couldn’t fight the urge to indulge in earth any longer. she dropped to her knees, cupping her hand to taste the earth water. it was fresh. it was perfect. nothing like water on the ark. a splash made her snap her head up, reaching for the knife that was— damn it. it wasn’t in her pocket, it wasn’t tucked into her boot- it must have fallen off during landing. she stumbled to her feet, bracing herself. a fish jumped a few feet away, the ripples in the water mesmerizing her. just a fish. just a fish…. she was laughing then, loudly, likely sounding completely insane. the adrenaline, having reached the absolute limit of every emotion she had felt the past twenty four hours, all coming out hysterically, over a fish. she shook her head, stepping into the cool water, wading in further. she couldn’t swim. she knew she couldn’t swim, which was why she wasn’t planning on going in any further than her waist- and even that was pushing it. she exhaled, savoring the water against her skin, trying to get used to it, not having anything that it reminded her of. another thrash in the water and she whipped around, foot slipping against the sudden change of weight on new footing. she slipped, hands coming up desperately to catch her on something that wasn’t there. she screamed just before her head went under the water. her head came up again, gasping for air, all logical thinking slipping from her mind as she desperately flailed to keep her head above water. she was screaming again. for help. for someone. for anyone…

for him.

his name escaped her lips like a prayer. screaming for him like she was pleading for her life, desperate- terrified. her head dipped below the water again and she gasped despite her mind screaming at her not to. water was in her lungs. she couldn’t get air, even if her head did break the surface. something brushed against her leg and more water rushed down her throat at the surprised inhale. she clawed and kicked, upward, any direction, eyes stinging, trying to make sense of her direction under the water. her head broke the surface and she gasped in vain. she choked on water, hiccuping, gasping desperately to try getting air to her lungs. air. air. anything but more water. pain shot through her leg, a sharp sting going up her leg, the water around her turning red with blood. her blood. she couldn’t scream as teeth grabbed her leg again and pulled her under the water once again.

she couldn’t scream, she couldn’t take in a breath. her vision was blurred, throat raw, chest constricting as it fought for air that wasn’t there. something was swimming towards her, a blur under the water, long and fast, and with obviously sharp teeth. she wasn’t going to make it to the surface. she wasn’t going to find bellamy… she would never see him again. she had come all this way—

arms grabbed her roughly, wrapping around her shoulders, holding securely as they dipped down under her armpits. a gun fired distantly, there was a splash, she was faintly aware of her head falling against something soft and warm, the faintest outline of curls, a familiar voice pleading her name. it was only a dream. a beautiful, final dream. memories of him… bellamy.

she opened her eyes to a familiar face, inches from her own, a huge grin attached to the same face. “good morning,” his voice was so raspy and rough that she held herself back from climbing right back on him. bellamy was still shirtless, tangled sheets just barely over his hips. shit, she would be dead if plans had changed and her dad did come back last night. thank everything that wasn’t the case. “good morning,” bellamy repeated it, leaning down to kiss her bare shoulder, agonizingly gentle and slow. “you stayed.” soft eyes met hers, the smallest, gentlest smile on his lips, “of course i did. who do you think i am?” “certainly not my boyfriend that finally accomplished getting me into—“ he put a finger to her lips, eyes darkening slightly, playful smirk on his lips, “i would hope you would know me better than that.” a small kiss to her lips, “if this,” another kiss, slightly below her jawline, the smirk returning, “was all i was after, i wouldn’t have spent sixteen years chasing after you, specifically.” the girl grinned, beaming, cheeks heating up, chest swelling, “we are only sixteen, bell.” bellamy smirked, shifting closer to her, sheets rustling as he leaned down to kiss her again, “exactly. i was born in love with you.” the girl scoffed, ignoring her boyfriend’s grinning face. damn, his lines always worked on her. as cheesy and ridiculous and illogical as they were. and bellamy knew it. he was still grinning, kissing her again. you closed your eyes, face resting on his chest. in this moment she realized she loved him. if nothing else made sense, she realized she had loved bellamy blake and would forever. and she would remember the way he tasted, how softly he had kissed her, while also seeming like she was air he was short on, the way she fit so perfectly in his arms, tucked against his chest, the exact sounds the sheets made as he pulled her closer to him as he fell asleep, and the way last night had been absolutely perfect.

she woke up screaming, a racking cough nearly throwing her off the makeshift gurney, screaming at the hands on her shoulders, the wrap tightening around her leg and the faces now staring at her in shock. the tent erupted in panic, yells, demands, hands grabbing at her. someone had a syringe. the tent opened and someone had stepped into the middle of the chaos before someone could even announce that you were awake. “back up! if you touch her again, you’re losing a hand. everyone get out…”

*.•*–

bellamy had pulled her out, ignoring the danger, ignoring the warnings and snaps from the others. she was here. she was here. how the hell was she here? why was she here? god, she shouldn’t be here�� bellamy held her tightly against his chest, groaning as he reached the rocky river bank, stretching his leg out underneath him with a gasp of pain. he had forgotten about the stick sticking out of it, or the rock that had sliced a few inches down his leg. she was here. in his arms. safe. her chest rose and fell rapidly, hands clutching tightly to bellamy’s shirt, his pants, face buried into his neck. she knew. somehow, she knew. bellamy felt tears in his eyes and was thankful no one would be stupid enough to mention it. octavia knelt beside her brother, eyes wide, trying to find words, clearly not letting herself believe it was really her. “how—“ bellamy just shook his head, chin nestled against her head, stroking her hair, eyes closed tightly, breathing in deeply. “i can help carry her-“ “no.” bellamy threw his backpack towards finn without a word, wincing, stumbling slightly as he managed to get to his feet. “bellamy—“ clarke’s tone was warning, expression furious, like she really was a nurse scolding her patient. bellamy ignored her, gritting his teeth, clenching his jaw, swallowing the pain as he scooped her up, one arm under her shoulder blades, one arm behind her knees. “bellamy, i–“ “no.” bellamy sent a glare to the others, making sure they knew to back off this time. octavia’s eyes met the group, warning, sorrowful, pitying. “my responsibility.” bellamy bit back the bitterness, knowing it was his fault she was here. he left her there; on the ark. where he knew she would be safe. had he said something else, maybe she would have stayed. she came after him… after everything… she had found him. almost dying in the process.

she had found him.

she had found a way to earth, illegally, against her father, against everything, for him.

the others were talking to him, asking questions, trying to interrogate octavia for answers, but bellamy kept silent. he focused on the rising and falling of her shoulder blades against his skin, the throbbing in his leg that was threatening to give out, her hair against his skin, her breathing. the fact that the pain in his leg was nothing compared to this; carrying her unconscious body, carrying her because of him. because he had left her. because she had almost died because of him.

clarke was yelling as soon as she got to camp, not needing to be reminded of the importance and urgency that this particular person gets treated. bellamy was screaming at people, demanding they get out of the way or get shot, demanding that no one looks at her, refusing to let go of her. “bellamy. i need to treat her injuries.” he was knelt over her, protective, guarding her body, expression wild and unstable. “bellamy.” octavia tried reasoning with him, but there was no point. the girl shifted, inhaling sharply through gritted teeth. she exhaled, weakly, but there were faint words on her tongue, “find..raven…” eyes darted around the room, others looking anxious, “she wasn’t alone.” monty had finally spoken up, looking to jasper firmly, “we’ll take a search party.” the crowd in the tent thinned, and clarke took a deep breath, “okay… okay-“ clarke began working around him but bellamy jumped, ready to attack any time anyone else touched her, tried to help, or tried supervising too closely. “get out! i need everyone out!” clarke finally snapped, raising her voice and pointing to the entrance of the tent. “bellamy, go! i can’t treat her with you guarding her like an attack dog!” bellamy opened his mouth, furious, about to reach for his gun. finn had jumped in front of clarke defensively, but octavia reached bellamy first, “i will stay with her.” bellamy didn’t ease up at all, so octavia dropped her voice, “do you want her to live or not?” bellamy’s jaw clenched, unclenched, hand moving away from the gun, “clarke.” he paused before he exited the tent, eyes meeting her’s with a mixture of rage, anguish, guilt and sorrow that clarke had never seen.

“if she dies, you die.”

*.•.—

her eyes darted around the tent. she had ripped out of the hold of the boy that was holding her, kicked whoever held her leg and jumped to her feet frantically, only to be hit with severe pain and go tumbling to the ground. arms caught her immediately, a sharp intake of breath and a shaky exhale. she knew the arms that held her. she knew them by the way they held her, as if they belonged there, as if they had found their home once again. “i’m sorry.” the words out of his mouth were broken, shuddered, voice cracking as he tried keeping himself together. “i’m so sorry… why are you here? why would you possibly—“ he finally tilted her head up to look at him, his own eyes bloodshot and tear stained, lips pressed tightly together as if he was trapping a sob inside, “i’m so sorry.” it almost came out as a gasp, eyes dropping as he took her in. his hand rested on her cheek, other hand stroking her hair, as if he was making sure she was really there. “i’m so sorry- i’m- i’m sorry. i’m sorry…” “i love you.” once she took in his face, her panic and fear vanished completely, turning only to tears. tears of relief, tears of joy, tears for surviving everything else and making it back to him. “bellamy.” she had to say his name. saying his name confirmed she had made it. he was here. she had found him. he was alive.

he was alive.

he was here. in front of her.

she had thought he was dead. she had watched his heart stop. she had watched him shoot the chancellor. she had watched him willingly leave her behind. he had left her behind.

he left her behind.

he left her…

bellamy was still holding her against his chest, rocking back and forth slightly, as if she would be pulled away from him suddenly, or maybe just to ground himself, feeling her against him, assuring himself she was okay. when she hit him he flinched, but didn’t defend himself. she had stood up, smacking him on the shoulder, the back of the head, really anywhere he had failed to throw his arm infront of. she wasn’t punching him, she hadn’t slapped him across the face- which bellamy wouldn’t have been shocked by- she just whacked at him like he was a pesky fly. “how..” a knuckle against his ear, “could you-“ a palm against the back of his head, “bellamy blake–!” a barely solid, half hearted fist against his chest. “i thought you were dead! you left me there! and then i thought you were dead! all because of a damn wrist band that you couldn’t keep on! why did you take it off! why— why did you let me think you were dead! why… why?” bellamy ducked his head, still not holding anything up to block her hits, knowing he deserved them- knowing he deserved worse. hell, she should have dumped his ass and forgotten all about him and moved on. but that wasn’t her… god, that wasn’t her. he finally turned to look at her, bravely exposing his face to her, only to find tears in her eyes. he hated himself. for all of it. for what he did. for how he left her. for what he hadn’t said… octavia didn’t even need him here. she was free, happy– independent. not an illegal child that needed to hide under the floor.

“you didn’t say it back.”

her voice broke him completely, lip struggling to stay steady as he pressed it tight against the other one. “i’m sorry.” “i said i love you… and that’s exactly what you said.” bellamy held his breath, holding her, never letting his hands pull away from her for more than a second. “i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” would she be petty enough to come to earth just to break up with him? he had said those words back to her a thousand times in his head, every day, constantly, at night while he failed to fall asleep, while tracking and hunting��� just not when it mattered. “i love you.” the words almost made him collapse into her further, legs nearly giving out from relief, adrenaline and emotion, “i’m sor—“ bellamy caught himself, “i love you.” she was smiling now, he wiped tears off her cheeks and away from her eyes, “i love you.” she melted into him, pulling on his hair as she forced herself closer to him. “i love you…” he repeated it, nose brushing against hers just slightly, “i love you so much. i’m sorry. i’m so sorry. god, i— i missed you so much. i- i’m sorry.” bellamy repeated the five words over and over, alternating, saying them like a prayer, making then stick in, begging for forgiveness, hoping to just please still be okay. “you came down to earth for me. for me. how the hell did you- what were you thinking? why would you-“ she had the faintest smile, the slightest hint of amusement on her lips. he was spiraling- about two seconds away from asking if she was okay and turning all overprotective, animal-like and scary, once again. so she shut him up before he could. in the best way she knew how, in a way that always worked…

her back came to rest against the dirt floor, slowly easing him over her. pulling him down, closer, closer, agonizingly close, pressed against her, following her with a hungry expression, eyes faintly glazed already. she parted her lips just enough for it to effect him. bellamy hummed slightly as their lips finally met, finally reunited- desperately, passionately, messily- so needy. he had exhaled involuntarily, and if people had been standing too close to the tent it would have sounded like much more than what it was. bellamy’s elbows found the ground on either side of her head, lowering himself further, letting his weight rest on her fully. god, he missed her. god, he had needed her here. the cold nights, the bloody nights, the lonely nights when he firmly refused the many offers to join him in his tent he missed the way everything felt okay when she was pressed against him, sleeping in his arms; after his lips were swollen and his chest and stomach looked like he had been severely beaten. the pair got lost re-memorizing each other, ignoring the hushed, sneaking whispers near the tent, ignoring the return of the search party and raven, ignoring everything except each other and the quiet gasps occasionally, when one would roll onto a rock or trail sleepy kisses down, in a line. it had only been two weeks, but a lot could happen in two weeks; she was just thankful to not see bellamy through just a monitor. to feel his warm skin, his messy hair on her forehead, his rapid heart rate, his steady, shaky breaths that he had to force himself to take— both reminding her that he was very much alive and breathing.

*.•*. . •.*

a/n: bellamy is just so😮‍💨 sorry this took so long to get out. i will likely write for him again in the future but lmk!

🫶🏻 dedicated to this taglist:

@lindsayjoy444 @lshyelic @your-left-nuts

[fandomimaginez]

I want to fidget with his hands. Gently tracing each finger, drawing shapes in the palm of his hand, the warmth and weight of his hand in mine soothing me. And we just sit in silence as I do this, each other’s presence being enough to just relax and enjoy the moment of peace.

[itshelia]

Taking anti-depressant pills?? Seeing a therapist??? Journaling???? No need babe, my fav writer just dropped another x reader fic.

[rxreid]

hi!!! would you be up for writing a soft dom bellamy x best friend reader fic/oneshot? maybe he gets jealous when he sees other guys flirting/talking about y/n in a sexual way. and bellamy being protective, pulled reader away and confesses his love to her?

realms of friendship - b.b

also requested: “hi gurll i didn’t know 100 writers were still active you’re feeding me bc no one writes bellamy smut anymore 😞 i just need porn with a plot please surprise me and keep em comin !” + “hi this is my first time asking but can u plsss write blake smut. like literally anything im so deprived of him im begging.”

warnings: SMUT! unprotected p in v, that’s pretty much it. brief mention of a gun?? but not kinky. technically takes place in s3 of the 100.

word count: 5.1k

characterisation: reader is described as AFAB and uses she/her pronouns & feminine terms.

comments: here u go anons!! i hope this is okay…it’s far from the best thing i’ve written, but i wanted to write a bellamy fic whilst i was sure i had some free time. it might be a little ooc, only because i’m not super used to writing for him yet. nevertheless, feel free to send in more request for blurbs/hcs/fics! the first two are more likely to be answered quickly <3. if you don’t wanna read the smut, there’s a divider before it gets spicy :)

“I just think if you popped a couple of buttons open, maybe let your hair loose once in a while, the guys in camp would be all over you,” Jasper shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest as he leans into the backseat of the rover, his lips carrying that same ‘carefree’ smirk he’s had since getting out of Mount Weather.

Murphy snorts, sitting opposite Jasper in the trunk. “As if,” he snickers, his nose crinkling in amusement. “The guys in camp are already all over her, she’s just too frigid to give them a try, ain’t that right?” he grins, leaning forward to rest his hands on the leather of her seat, placing his chin on the edge as he peeks into the front. She internally grimaces at his proximity, twisting in her spot to lean against the window, her brows slightly furrowed at the two boys.

“Shut up,” she grumbles quietly, mirroring Jasper’s position and folding her arms, the expression on her face betraying her distaste for the topic of conversation. She's aware that the two boys are purposely trying to rile her up, but that doesn’t make them any easier to deal with when they get like this.

In the backseat, Jasper kicks his feet up, somehow managing to stay upright despite the bumps in the track as Bellamy roughly drives the four of them back to camp. “Yeah, right. Like who? You?” he muses teasingly, raising a brow at Murphy, as if daring him to take their game further.

“Hell yeah, me,” Murphy retorts cockily, still flashing his borderline predatory grin to her. “With a face that pretty and an ass like that, I can’t understand why she’s not been snatched up,” he smirks, his words complimentary in his own mind yet being perceived entirely different by the recipient. He keeps his gaze on her as he talks to Jasper, briefly glancing over at Bellamy in the driver's seat. The older boy’s nose is turned up in disgust as he listens to the conversation, the veins in his hands becoming more prominent from his grip on the steering wheel.

She scrunches her nose up too, her cheeks heating up at Murphy’s words, feeling a wave of embarrassment pass through her body. She doesn’t give him the satisfaction of a reply, and he takes it upon himself to lean further over her seat, his chest fully pressed against the back. “What? Not even a thank you?” he taunts, his grin getting wider at the way she squirms under his stare. “Eh, whatever. You look better with your mouth shut. Plus, I can think of other ways to keep it occupied,” he snickers crudely, lifting his arm as he begins to reach his hand around her chair.

In an instant, Bellamy’s fingers are clasping Murphy’s wrist, his grip too tight to pass as merely playful. He doesn’t take his eyes off the road, his voice stern as he pushes him into the back of the rover once more. “Back off, Murphy, you don’t need to be so close to her,” he mutters gruffly, his lips slightly pursed into a scowl.

A huff escapes Murphy’s lips as he’s roughly pushed back, thudding into the seat opposite Jasper again, who’s tickled by the entire situation. “Ow. Jeez, Blake, loosen up a little. She knows I’m just fuckin’ with her,” he grumbles, his thumb and pointer finger wrapping around his wrist to soothe the ache of Bellamy’s previous grip. “She’s dead weight, anyway. Dunno why we bring her on these trips if we can’t have some fun with her.”

Bellamy glares at Murphy through the windscreen mirror, his protectiveness for the girl beside him flaring up. He knows he should probably tone it down to avoid suspicion of any deeper feelings for his best friend, but he can’t let her be mercilessly teased when he knows she won't stand up for herself. Plus, the insinuation of her friends bringing her on supply runs purely to sleep with her makes his skin crawl. “Stop being a fucking perv,” he snaps, his grip on the wheel tightening slightly as his hand returns to it.

Murphy furrows his brows, clearly displeased with Bellamy’s interruption of his fun. “I’m not bein’ a perv,” he retorts, his voice laced with offence, “I’m just lettin’ the lady know that she’s got options if she wants it,” he shrugs, rolling his eyes over dramatically, his ego bruised.

“Yeah, well, she doesn’t want that, and she sure as hell doesn’t want you,” Bellamy grits, pressing down on the gas a little harsher, his mood souring at the thought of spending any longer in the vehicle whilst Murphy shamelessly flirts with his friend. friend.

“Now shut up for the rest of the drive or I’m throwing you out and you’re walking back to camp. Both of you.”

Her eyes go slightly wide at Bellamy’s defence, raising her brows in surprise. She looks back at Jasper and Murphy, who are both staring at her incredulously, and shrugs her shoulders. The rest of the short drive is spent in silence, with nobody wanting to get onto Bellamy’s bad side again. Her gaze remains focused on the landscape flying by, thoughts wandering to the boy beside her, as they most often do.

Upon the group’s return to Arkadia, Bellamy pulls into the garage, the roaring of the rover dying in an instant as he shuts it off. “Out,” he orders gruffly, earning a grumble from both Murphy and Jasper as they hop out of the vehicle, slamming the doors behind them before heading away from the garage. She follows suit, watching Bellamy climb out too, and she instinctively starts heading away, not wanting to catch the brunt of his lingering moodiness.

“Not you.”

She stops in her tracks as his words echo through the empty garage, slowly turning around to face him. “Not…me?” she questions, her brows arched. She’s half expecting him to tell her she’s forgotten something, or that she needs to help him unload the rover, but the way his expression has softened tenfold from just minutes ago makes her slightly uneasy.

“Not you,” he repeats, his voice softer, taking a few steps towards her. “What was all that about? Why were you just sitting there letting Jasper and Murphy talk about you like that?”

A dry chuckle escapes her lips, and she fights the urge to roll her eyes at the memory. “Used to it by now,” she shrugs, crossing her arms over her chest. “Murphy’s been that way since the dawn of time, and Jasper’s new emo phase has him acting like a dick 24/7. It’s whatever,” she huffs, puckering her lips as she stands awkwardly, her gaze shifting around.

“It’s just not ‘whatever’ though, is it?” he retorts sarcastically, narrowing his eyes at her as he steps closer once more. “You shouldn’t let them believe they can talk to you like that, it’ll just get worse if they think they can get away with it. I know what guys are like,” he says, the idea of her being so compliant with being objectified stirring a flame deep in his heart, his instincts screaming at him to shield her from such taunts.

She snorts at his sass, amused by how insistent he’s getting. “I really don’t care about what they have to say, Blake,” she says, shaking her head slightly and shrugging her shoulders. She’s speaking truthfully - the teasing she endures from other boys in camp is practically an everyday occurrence by now.

“Bellamy,” he corrects.

“What?”

“You’re my best friend. It’s Bellamy to you, not Blake. You know I don’t like that.”

“Okay…” she says, dragging her syllables out briefly. “I don’t really care, Bellamy,” she repeats.

“I do,” he shrugs simply, placing his hands onto his hips. She, too, narrows her eyes at that, scanning his features from any ulterior motive to his words. His lips are pressed into a thin line, his brows slightly furrowed as usual, but his eyes carry a hint of concern, and she’s trying to figure out why without straight up asking.

After a few seconds, she sighs softly, tilting her head backwards as she lets out a groan, a little embarrassed by the entire situation. She lets her head fall straight again, looking over at him. “Bell, I appreciate it, I really do, but I don’t want you barking at your friends for me. I can handle it.”

He chuckles at that, and she’s almost offended that the one thing to make him laugh is the thought of her defending herself. “Listen, you can tell me to back off, tell me whatever the hell you want, but you should know by now that I’m not the type of guy to stand by when you’re evidently uncomfortable, princess. If they pull that shit again when I’m around-,” he says, placing his hand on her shoulder and leaning down slightly, raising his brows, “-I’m gonna say something.”

“You’re really annoying,” she deadpans, her eyes still narrowed as he leans to be level with her.

“Not annoying, just protective of my friends,” he shrugs, his hand trailing down to lightly skim across her arm, stilling there. “And you happen to be my best one, so you get the brunt of it.”

Rolling her eyes, she lets out a huff, her gaze roaming the garage. “Gee, thanks, lucky me,” she grumbles, her brows softly furrowed together.

He hums, straightening up once more as he looks down at her. “Damn straight, lucky you,” he grins, a rare sight from the usual scowl adorning his lips. His gaze is downcast, a twinkle in his deep brown eyes always prominent when his focus is on the girl before him. “And stop that, you’ll get premature wrinkles,” he mutters teasingly, lifting his free hand to smooth out the dip between her brows with his thumb.

A faint blush dusts her cheeks as his thumb swipes across her skin, her gaze briefly dashing to his teeth poking behind his lips before back to his eyes. She’s used to him being somewhat touchy, always greeting her with a reunion hug or squeezing her shoulders when she needs reassurance, but something in the air feels different with him tonight.

“Why’d you really defend me against Jasper and Murphy, huh?” she murmurs, her eyes roaming his features skeptically.

He doesn’t answer her verbally, but his grin widens cheekily as he steps forward again, his thumb moving to swipe her jaw, silently signalling his next move.

“Don’t,” she mumbles, her eyes widening a smidge as she pieces together what he’s boldly getting at, her own mind running a thousand miles per hour. She finally uncrosses her arms, letting them fall slack at her sides, subtly opening herself up to him. If Bellamy Blake, her best friend, kisses her right here in this garage, she might just have to face a year's worth of pent up emotions, and she’s not sure she’s ready for that.

“Why not?” Bellamy whispers, his grin widening as he slowly leans in. At first he was teasing her, but the closer he gets, the more tempting it is to close the gap.

“It’ll change everything,” she retorts quietly, unable to stop herself from taking a peek at his plump lips, his cupids bow littered with stubble.

“No it won’t.”

“Liar.”

“We’ll see.”

With that, he leans in, closing the gap until his lips are ghosting over hers, their noses brushing together. He doesn’t take it any further, keeping their lips a mere few millimeters apart as he waits for her to make the final move, his own lips curved up in a smile so bright she thinks she might go blind.

She huffs at him, seeing what he’s playing at. “I hate you,” she grumbles, all prior thoughts ditching her brain as she presses her lips against his, feeling him chuckle into the kiss as they both close their eyes. He’s slightly chapped, but she hadn’t expected much different, so she’s not bothered. She has no room to complain when her best friend, likely the most sought after man in Arkadia, is kissing her so sweetly.

Sweetly doesn't last too long, his lips pressing against hers with more insistence as his hand gently squeezes her arm, his other cupping her cheek. He pokes his tongue out, swiping it across her bottom lip in a silent ask for entry to her mouth, wanting to deepen the kiss he’s so desperately been waiting for. When she keeps her lips firmly pressed together, he furrows his brows.

“Lemme in,” he mumbles against her lips, trying again with his tongue.

“No,” she retorts quietly, closing her lips up immediately to keep him out.

“Why not?” he groans gruffly, pressing his forehead against hers, a hint of a pout on his face.

She pulls back fully, her hands lingering in the air by his waist, not quite willing to place them yet. “Not until you tell me why you’re kissing me,” she whispers, her voice holding a vulnerability that wasn't there minutes ago.

Shaking his head in amusement, he drops his gaze briefly to quietly laugh at her question, before looking at her once more. “Are you seriously asking me that, princess?” he grins, his forehead creasing. “Why does anyone kiss another person?”

She looks up at him, her mind racing with possible answers. For love? For lust? For the hell of it? “I dunno,” she decides is the best answer, shrugging her shoulders.

“Are you really gonna make me say it?” he chuckles, his thumb moving to brush across her chin.

“Yeah. Say it,” she mutters.

Bellamy huffs, smirking at her obliviousness. “Okay, listen carefully, yeah? I…want to kiss you…because I like you, ‘kay? Romantically. R-O-M-A–”

She cuts him off with a smack to his chest at his sarcasm, her cheeks flaring up. “Yeah, yeah, okay, I get it!” she grumbles, letting her head fall down to his shoulder on instinct, wanting to shield herself from his teasing. His grin only widens as she hides her face from him, his hands going to her waist as he nudges his nose into her hair.

“Might even go as far as to say I love you,” he whispers, gently moving her hair out of his way to ghost his lips against her neck, his touch a lot softer than she ever would have anticipated.

“You don’t,” she retorts, lifting her head just an inch to open up her neck to him.

“I do,” a kiss to her pulse point.

“You don’t.”

“I do. Can’t stand hearing other guys talk about you like how they were earlier,” a kiss to her jaw.

“You don’t.”

“I do, princess, and you love me too,” a kiss just below her ear.

“I-” she cuts herself off with a groan, knowing she can’t in good conscience stand here and tell him she doesn’t love him.

Bellamy chuckles at her groan, tilting her head to make her look at him once more. “Yeah, that’s what I thought,” he mutters cockily. “You gonna let me in now?” he questions, his lips hovering above hers for the second time in a few minutes.

“Fine,” she scoffs.

The gap is closed once more in an instant as he presses his mouth to hers, wasting no time before slipping his tongue into her parted lips. He hums at the taste of her, living up to everything he’d ever imagined and more. Her world narrows down to just him and his mouth, her hands finally placing themselves on his waist, fingertips skimming beneath his tan shirt. She can’t help the small moan that passes her lips as he laps his tongue against hers, kissing her like a man starved.

He laughs against her lips again as she moans, hooking his hands under her thighs and hoisting her up, directing her to wrap her legs around his waist. She does so without hesitation, though she’s slightly stumped by his haste.

“Eager, much?” she mutters as she pulls away, the string of saliva between their mouths breaking as she talks.

A grin breaks onto his lips once more, and he looks over her shoulder as he quickly navigates out of the garage and down the hall, heading for his quarters. “You want me to slow down? You wanna drag this out any longer than we already have?” he grunts out, barely even straining under her weight in his arms as he walks through the remnants of the ark.

“No,” she replies quietly, tucking her head into the crook of his neck.

“Exactly.”

He finds his quarters relatively quickly, even with his vision slightly impaired by her hair. Nudging the door open, he takes them both into the room, ensuring it’s closed behind him before he gently lays her down against the pillows, his frame hovering above hers. She’s been in his quarters many times - they usually hang out in one another’s rooms - but she’s never been beneath him, and she has definitely never felt his growing arousal against the junction between her thighs. Yet, here she is. There’s a first for everything.

She can’t tear her gaze away when he sits up on his knees, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it somewhere in his room. She squeals as he roughly tugs her boots from her feet, followed by his own, their shoes additionally being tossed aside. Her eyes roam his now bare chest, and she audibly gulps. It’s not like she hasn’t seen him bare chested before, of course she has, but never this close, and never with the knowledge of what he’s about to do to her.

“Rude to stare,” he mutters, pressing himself between her legs as he dips his head to her neck, starting off with light, gentle kisses.

She rolls her eyes at that, her knees nudging his sides and her arms wrapping around his shoulders. “Well, apparently we’re more than friends now, so I think I’m allowed to,” she mumbles, tilting her neck to grant him better access.

A chuckle escapes him, and he can’t argue with it. “Fair enough,” he murmurs against her skin, biting down softly on her flesh before letting go. “Can’t tell you how many times you were here in my room,” he mumbles, rolling his hips slowly against hers. “Sittin’ pretty on my bed… or at my desk,” he grunts, his hands holding her waist, slipping beneath her shirt. “And I couldn’t stop imagining having you like this.”

At the roll of his hips she lets out a small gasp, her eyes fluttering closed. Her hand worms into his hair, tugging on his curls as he continues his assault on her neck. “And yet you called Murphy a perv?” she teases breathlessly, her head dropping back against his pillow.

He growls at the mention of Murphy, pulling away from the love bite he’d been curating to look down at her. “Who’s the one who actually got the girl, huh? Yeah. Me. Fuck him, the little freak,” he grumbles, his fingers tugging on the hem of her shirt. “Lift,” he instructs quietly, his tone immediately changing to a more delicate one with her.

She obliges, reaching to grab the hem of her shirt, sitting up slightly and lifting it over her head, tossing it into the forming pile. She reaches behind her back, fumbling with the clasp of her bra before finally getting it undone, leaving it covering her breasts.

He narrows her eyes at her as she teases him, not letting it last long before he grabs her bra straps, carefully tugging them down until she’s fully exposed, her bra joining the pile.

“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath, his hands moving to knead her chest without hesitation, and he feels any remnants of blood running straight to his crotch. “Way better than I imagined. Perfect, even,” he mutters, hastily leaning his head down to capture one of her buds in his mouth, swirling his tongue as he groans around her.

Giggling at his haste, she keeps both hands tangled in his hair, her back arching slightly towards his mouth. “Mm, baby, you gonna stay there forever?” she breathlessly murmurs with a grin, watching as he spends at least a few minutes lavishing at her chest.

“God, I could get used to you calling me that,” Bellamy groans, finally letting his mouth leave her chest. “I’m coming back to you two. Mark my words,” he mutters, giving her a final squeeze before he sits back on his haunches. He fumbles around with his toolbelt, mindlessly throwing it - along with the gun nestled in it - somewhere in his bedroom, before his hands begin to work at his zipper.

She looks up at him, biting her lip at the obvious tent in his cargos. She decides to occupy herself whilst he’s busy, undoing her own zipper and lifting her hips, wiggling out of her pants. They both finish undressing at the same time, gazing at one another with massive grins as they take in the sights.

“Shit, I can’t fucking wait to be inside of you, princess,” Bellamy blurts out, his curls loosely falling across his forehead as he leans over her again, his hands roaming her hips with intent.

Her lips part at his words, a little shocked, but she's not sure what else she was expecting him to say. “You can’t just say things like that,” she whispers breathlessly, grinning up at him as she pushes back his curls.

“Yeah? Why can’t I?” he mutters, catching her wrist in his hand and pressing a lingering kiss to her palm. He looks down at the space between them, the sight of her in just her panties sending him borderline insane. “Any- fuck, any other time I would usually love a little foreplay, but I’ve literally been waiting a year for this, and I don’t think I can wait another second,” he huffs with a grin, looking down at her for approval.

She nods in agreement, wrapping her hand around the back of his neck and tugging him down, sealing their lips together in another kiss. It’s much more desperate now, their shared hunger evident in the way their tongues bind together, a mess of pants and pent up longing. His fingers hook into the sides of her underwear, tapping her hips twice so she lifts them, before slowly pulling her panties down her legs, his lips never leaving hers.

Bellamy reaches his hand carefully between her legs, caressing her hip for a moment before finding the spot between her thighs, the tip of his middle finger sliding through her folds. He groans against her mouth, elated to be greeted by a slickness evidently just for him. “D’you always get this wet,” he mutters against her mouth, pressing sloppy kisses against her lips between his words.

She gasps quietly at the contact, shaking her head. She definitely is not usually this aroused, and she’s certain it’s because of how long her body has been waiting to feel this specific set of hands against her skin.

“Oh, yeah?” he grins cockily, moving his lips to her neck once more. “So this is all for me, princess? Just me?” he teases, his fingertip lightly caressing her now, teasingly moving around and avoiding where she needs him most.

“Yeah,” she whispers, her hand tugging on his hair, desperate for more contact. “Bell, I thought you said no foreplay,” she whines.

He beams at her whine, feeling a rush of pride at how quickly he can reduce her to a mess of desperation, even on their first time together. “Yeah, yeah, I got you,” he murmurs against her neck, reaching his hands down to free himself from the confines of his boxers. He groans as the cold air hits his skin, slowly positioning himself between her thighs. A quiet moan leaves her lips at the sensation of the head of his cock running between her folds before he slowly sheathes himself fully, having to bite down on her shoulder to muffle his moan.

She can’t help but whimper at the sheer size of him, her eyes widening as he eventually bottoms out. She hadn’t had the chance to actually see him before he conjoined their bodies, but god, she can feel every inch and crevice of him, pressed snugly against the wall of her cervix.

“Fucking hell, you’re tight,” he grunts, gritting his teeth as he pulls back from her neck, watching the space between their bodies. He slowly pulls all the way out, before pushing back in, his hands on her waist keeping her steady. “Couldn’t ever conjure up a dream this good,” he mutters, his voice strained.

A moan is all she can let out, her brows furrowed as he steadily begins to move. She’s on the same wavelength as him, trying to register that this is really happening, she’s not dreaming, and her best friend is definitely fucking her.

He moves to grip her thigh with one hand, pulling it up around his waist as he finds a rhythm, deepening himself within her. His strokes are steady and forceful, each one perfectly designed to elicit that sweet moan from her lips as he works, his thighs tensing with the exertion. “Mine,” he growls, punctuating his words with a particularly harsh thrust.

She whimpers sharply at his words, her legs curling around his waist, heels digging into his ass as he picks up the pace. She reaches for him again, one hand gripping his bicep as the other grasps his hair. “Oh my god,” she moans, her eyes slipping closed as her back arches up towards him. “Fuck, there’s perfect.”

Bellamy grins at her moans, a rush of satisfaction coursing through his veins. He angles his hips to replicate his previous thrust, driving into her from that same position. “Right here, princess?” he groans out, his other hand holding her hip with a bruising pressure, feeling her clench around him. “Oh, yeah, you liked that, huh? Lookin’ so gorgeous beneath me, fucking perfect, every inch of you.”

The room fills with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, her moans gradually increasing in octave as he learns his way around her body, figuring out what works best for her. His cock slides in and out with ease, twitching within her as his tip smacks against her womb, letting him know just how deep he is. She can barely think straight, her mind a whirlwind of Bellamy, Bellamy, Bellamy. Her eyes open once more, instantly met with his own warm brown ones looking back at her, his gaze unwavering as he studies her expression, committing every movement of her face to memory. He grins wolfishly at her as she looks at him, driving his hips into her with a newfound force, desperate to see her face contort with a release.

Unexpectedly, he sits back on his calves, bringing her with him. His hand moves to her lower back, looking up at her as he quickly encourages her to move with him. “There you go, princess,” he mutters, one hand holding her hip to guide her. She obeys, of course, her nails digging into his shoulder blades, imprinting crescent moons into his skin as she moves her hips on top of him, whining loudly whilst he drives up into her, meeting every thrust she makes. “Good girl, fuck, so pretty like this.”

The moan that escapes her is borderline deafening as he praises her, her head dropping into the crook of his neck. Her body moves sensually against his, her breasts bouncing against his cheeks with every movement she makes. He presses a kiss against the valley of her breasts, grunting as he feels the coil in his stomach tightening. “I love you,” he mutters against her skin, his tongue darting out to taste her. “So fucking much. Should’ve done this so long ago, baby, god, should’ve done this back at the dropship,” he moans, twitching inside of her as his release rapidly approaches.

She whimpers relentlessly against his neck, her hand bunching up his hair so tightly she’s worried she might rip it out. She would respond if she could, but she’s too focused on the pleasure he’s giving her, feeling drunk on every jolt of his cock within her.

Bellamy whines a little at the grip on his hair, his head tilting back as he uses all of his strength to pound up into her. He keeps one hand on her lower back, the other reaching down to find her clit, rubbing tight circles against her, needing to feel her come around him. “So close, princess,” he gasps, his free hand moving down to grip at her ass, kneading it between her fingers. “So fucking close. Gonna come and make you mine for good, yeah? Nobody’s gonna say shit about you anymore,” he moans, his head still thrown back.

Nodding rapidly, she pulls back too, her eyes roaming his exposed neck as she continues moving, despite the ache in her thighs. The sight of his Adam's apple bobbing, the small stubble gracing his chin and mouth, the way his lips are parted, it’s all too much. His tongue darts out to lick his upper lip, swiping across the scar there, and she can’t take much more, tugging his hair to smash her lips against his yet again.

He groans against her mouth, unable to keep himself upright as he falls fully against the bed, his back hitting the mattress. From here, he can angle his hips to drive up into her at a brutal force, her ass smacking against his thighs with every thrust. He can feel her walls tightening around him, knowing he’s just as close as she is.

“Come with me, princess. Let me make you feel good,” he whispers against her lips, her clit dragging against his pelvis with every harsh pound he delivers to her.

It's not long before he’s thrusting in harshly one final time, coming with a loud grunt of her name and spilling deep into her womb, painting her as his.

His orgasm spurs on her own, her body convulsing around him as she comes, his tongue swallowing her moans, along with a muffled screech of his name. She pants heavily, pulling away from his mouth and collapsing against him, her cheek pressed against his shoulder. “Holy fucking shit,” she whispers, pressing a soft kiss to his tanned skin.

He huffs out a laugh, his pupils wide with bliss, wrapping his arms around her as she collapses. “Yeah, holy fucking shit,” he repeats, his hand slowly running up and down her back, trying to soothe her trembling body. “You okay?” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her hair. “Was that okay?”

She grins against his chest, her eyes closing and her body relaxing. “That was more than okay,” she whispers, slowly lifting her hips so he slips out of her, softening now, the both of them able to get more comfortable. “You’re like…way better than I imagined,” she teases.

“Oh, you thought I’d be bad, huh? I don’t have a reputation for nothing,” he smirks, sitting up with her in his arms and shuffling them around so they're pressed against the pillows, her head on his chest. the slight sheen of sweat over the planes of his muscles isn’t a bother, an overwhelming sense of comfort washing over her.

“Mm, actually, you were totally shit,” she teases, snuggling closer to him, feeling the exhaustion begin to settle in.

“Liar,” he grins.

“We’ll see,” she mutters tiredly, echoing their previous words. “But, for the record, I love you, too.”

congrats if u made it this far <3 ty for reading i promise they’ll get better 😔

[ervotica]

fucking bellamy blake and john murphy at the same time😔🫶 cw; smut, fem!reader (gimme a hair tie & two mins alone with them and i’ll genuinely change their lives <3)

murphy grouses at your every movement, pinching your hip as you shift beneath him and his cock drags backward against your walls, the movement helped along as bellamy tweaks your clit and your cunt dribbles slick.

your legs twitch and close inward, stopped short on their journey as murphy wedges his pelvis between your legs with a grumble. he bends forward at the waist, nudging at your throat with that curved nose. you hiccup, half heartedly complaining, fingers splayed over his shoulders.

bellamy rolls his eyes, slipping out from beneath you to muscle in beside murphy, halting his movements.

“move,” bell murmurs, his hand dancing upward to find the crease between your anxious brows. “have t’be gentle with her,” he explains, voice low. “work her up to bein’ rough. she’s only little.”

murphy grouses something rather unsavoury, brows pinched tight as he watches bellamy pry his fingers into the crease of your thigh, using his free hand to dig his cock from his trousers.

“you got it, baby,” bellamy murmurs, nudging the head against your pussy until you relent and grant him entrance. you clamp your thighs either side of his hips, whining as bellamy grabs john by the wrist and guides his fingers over your swelled clit. he rolls his hips in slow, deliberate movements, canines poking through his top lip as you relax and open up for him. “see, she likes that.”

you hiccup, reaching for bellamy’s hand. he tsks, dragging a knuckle over your cheek. preening, you tilt your face into the touch and whine.

“‘s nice, baby?” bellamy murmurs, rolling his hips into you harder this time. you nod fervidly. murphy grumbles, cock kicking up at your needy little noises even as he feigns disinterest.

bellamy rolls back on the balls of his feet, his cock gliding out with a wet squelch as he makes room for murphy to push back between your legs. “that’s it. nice and slow with her.”

murphy rolls his eyes but complies, sinking back into your spongy walls as bellamy slides back behind you, petting his fingers over your clammy temple.

bellamy nudges at your hairline with the tip of his nose, murmuring against the crown of your skull as murphy’s pace quickens and deepens, and you mewl, pussy clamping tight over the length of him. murphy’s hips stutter. bellamy laughs.

“you can’t come yet, champ. not until she has.”

“why does the princess get to come first? she didn’t even do any work!” he whines.

“because i fucking said so. go on, get back to work.” bellamy smears a kiss over the crown of your head, snickering.

you gasp when murphy nudges your swollen clit with his thumb.

“bell,” you warble.

“i know, princess. he’s giving your pussy some love, isn’t he?”

murphy scoffs. “don’t love it.”

“yeah, that’s why you’re about to come just looking at that pretty pussy, isn’t it?”

[sleepyangelkami]

CLOSE CALL b.blake

☆ WORD COUNT - 4.1K

BELLAMY BLAKE X FEM!READER

☆ SUMMARY - based on the episode, 'the calm', season one, episode eleven. during the hunt for food with clarke and finn, you find yourself faced with death, lincoln saves you before it's too late but it's bellamy who finds you running for your life in the woods.

 ☆ WARNINGS - shy!reader, brief mention of insomnia, blood, gore, fire, grounders, saviour!lincoln, death threat, weapons, violence, assault, panic attack, anxiety, sexism, (3) uses of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

bellamy loved sharing a tent with you. he loved being able to brush the hair from your face as you slept soundly while he stared at the tent ceiling, wishing sleep would come over him. he loved waking up to you giggling, pushing him to get up as he slept half the day away.

but it was mornings like this, when he was met with the sight of you leaving that he groaned to himself, hands on his eyes. "where are you going, sweetheart?" pasting his softest tone.

you shimmied the wide-legged jeans up your legs, grinning as you swiped his jacket, not your own. "'m gonna go see octavia." she was currently in the smokehouse, cooking. it was some punishment for something devious she'd done with her grounder boyfriend, 'lincoln'.

"princess." his tone was a warning. "she's in the meat tent for a reason, it's not punishment if her best friend goes and visits her."

you weren't too sure why she was being punished, you weren't sure about a lot of things around here. all you knew was that the group weren't too fond of lincoln seeing as he was a grounder but he saved octavia's life once and had done nothing but be kind to her since. that was enough to get him in your good books.

"okay, then i'll be really mean to her." slipping on your shoes and sticking them out to him.

he rolled his eyes, sighing before sitting upwards. he bent down to tie the laces of your shoes, knowing that he should be up by now already. "no you won't."

you ignored him anyway, smiling as you seated yourself on his lap. he wore his black jeans, that you swore up and down about when he wore to sleep and was currently topless.

"i'll be back to you before lunch." pressing a chaste kiss to your lovers cheek, smiling softly.

you left the tent with a pep in your step, hearing bellamy yell the words, "and tell my sister to stop stealing my girlfriend!" but you only grinned, walking quicker.

everyone was out now, bellamy seemed to be the last awake. you smiled at clarke on your way, deeming her a good friend by now and opening the curtain to the meat tent.

"hi, o." octavia whipped around, grinning at you.

"finally." she scoffed. "next time you see my brother, tell him to stop hogging my best friend."

a smile forced its way on your lips at the mere thought. octavia and bellamy were so alike yet they'd never know, both too stubborn to ever admit it. your eyes trailed to the other person in the meat tent. it was john murphy, infamous around the camp right about now. "oh, hi murphy." a friendly smile gracing your lips. he helped you and many others out when you got sick, it was only fair to return the kindness.

"hey, y/n." though he didn't miss the way octavia nudged your side causing you to frown at her. it was safe to say that they weren't the biggest fans of each other right about now.

your eyes trailed across your best friend, seeing her face glisten. "do you want me to take your jacket? you're sweating."

"good idea, thanks." before the girl could shimmy the jacket off and pile it in your hands, the sound of someone else's voice filled the tent, not murphy's either.

"let's get this party smokin'!" del was a member of bellamy's posse, the one you weren't so fond of, tossing firewood into the fire causing you to frown.

octavia must have shared the same expression. "you don't want the fire too big so maybe just try to knock it down with some wet leaves." you were too embarrassed to open your mouth, inching your way closer to octavia. you never found yourself one to speak freely in front of others.

"you get that from your boyfriend?" the boy retaliated. "grounder-pounder."

but as shy as you may have been, your face suddenly contorted to a deeper frown. you looked at octavia who merely kept quiet, turning and fixing the hanging meat. luckily, murphy spoke instead. "she's right. a hot fire isn't gonna preserve the meat as well."

"can't take the heat? get out of the smokehouse." he looked between the two, knowing better than to throw around looks to you. "you should be kissing our asses for being back allowed in this camp."

"leave them alone." your shaky voice still managed to speak, you followed the boy despite octavia grasping your arm. "i'll tell bellamy."

the boy suddenly froze in his tracks. he turned to look at you, biting his lip with a scoff before turning back around, leaving.

you sighed awkwardly, wishing the entire encounter hadn't happened but as soon as you turned around, you felt smoke engulf you. del should have listened when octavia told him to lay it off with the leaves. you found arms engulfing you, octavia's familiar scent filling your nose. she all but dragged you out of the smokehouse.

the tent went up in flames faster than you could blink.

octavia passed you off to bellamy while a cough ripped at your throat. bellamy questioned his sister's wellbeing, she stated that she was fine, dragging a hand across her forehead. "you okay? are you hurt?"

you shook your head, coughing while bellamy wrapped a hand on the back of your head.

"this is all your fault." murphy stood, his hands outstretching as he pushed del backwards. "we told you it was too much wood!"

bellamy only let go of you once del and murphy began throwing swings at one another, as if it would change a thing. he split the two up, yelling at everyone to stop.

silence engulfed the group. you were next to octavia, a gentle hand rubbing on her back, her face covered in smoke. "bell, now what the hell are we gonna do?" she yelled causing everyone to turn. "that was all our food!"

the food was burned to a crisp. even when people managed to stop the fire, the food was already destroyed. clarke and bellamy looked over possibilities but they only had enough nuts and water to last them a week, two if they were lucky. clarke suggested they hunt.

it wasn't everyday that you were left outside the gates. "can i come?" you excitedly tittered, despite the appauled look on bellamy's face.

"i can take care of her." clarke spoke before he even got the chance to refuse. multiple times, you'd left the gates with clarke, talking on about things that she hadn't a notion about, chiming in with a hum every few seconds.

but she always took care of you, bellamy couldn't dispute with that. "with the entire grounder army out there?"

you slumped but clarke only raised her eyebrows. "and how do you expect her to defend herself if she's starving?"

he knew she was right, as much as he would have prefered to believe she wasn't.

he lined people up, splitting them into groups and handing out guns but keeping it so that one person per group had a gun, the last thing they needed was to run out of bullets right before the grounders hit them. truth was, bellamy didn't know if you were safer out there than you were in here.

you were paired with clarke, finn and a boy called myles.

"don't stay after dark, you hear me?" bellamy was zipping the zipper of his jacket around you but it was clarke who he handed the gun to. "you see grounders, you run back, i don't care who you leave behind."

"i'll be fine." you stretched out the last syllable, placing your hands on the man's shoulders as he was currently crouched in front of you. "y'worry too much."

"i have to worry." he assured. "you don't worry enough." he pressed a kiss to your head as you grinned, then leaning in and pressing one against your smile. "i love you."

"i love you too." you couldn't help but giggle, turning on your heel. "see you soon!"

bellamy watched with a twisting gut, feeling helpless but anxious all at once. he would have gone with you, watching your every move but being the leader of the camp made that incredibly hard for him. he sometimes wished he wasn't in charge, maybe then you could be his only priority. but if he didn't, who would?

"you know, i don't think you're actually allowed to say that." myles was a sweet kid, you supposed but he had some pretty out there views. the forest was quiet, too quiet while finn and clarke trailed above you.

you supposed hanging back with myles couldn't be worse than whatever conversation they were having. "why not? is it so bad to want a traditional marriage?"

"not at all." you answered swiftly. "but it's supposed to be a choice." by now, finn had already caught two squirrels. "the woman should be able to decide if that's what she wants and if you want that, then be with a woman who does too. you can't just force someone into being someone they're not."

"well, we wouldn't have this problem if women just stuck to what they were good at." the comment made you frown.

"myles, can you just be quiet for a second?" the words came from clark who shared the same look of distaste on her own face. you watched as she and finn studied the tracks on the ground, apparently belonging to a boar. "what is it?"

you followed where they sat, kneeling down beside finn to see what was wrong while myles hovered over you all. "these tracks..."

once you got a closer look, you could see how close together they were, how stuck in the mud they truly seemed. "they're perfect."

"too perfect." finn added, his eyes casting upwards. "we're the ones being hunted." someone had planted the boar tracks.

instantly, a shiver ran up your spine while myles stood up, pointing his gun as he glanced around the woods. "i don't see anything." as if on command, there was a swooping sound and suddenly, the arrow landed in his leg, the next in his shoulder.

you could have screamed, instead you gasped out the boy's name, looking to clarke for help. your hands instantly sat on the wound, covering it so blood didn't leak out, clarke sat at the other side, doing the same to his shoulder. "guys, come on, we gotta leave him." finn was adamant, rushing the girls forward.

"we can't just―" you didn't get to finish your sentence for something hard hit you over the head and suddenly you were laying flat on the ground, dizziness swirling your vision. you could vaguely make out a grounder coming from behind finn and doing the same, you didn't see what they did to clarke.

then everything became nothing at all.

it turned black.

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when you woke, you were being forced onto the ground. your hands were bound in front of you and your knees smashed against the cold gravel, you could feel the flesh break apart, little cuts littering against your skin. finn and clarke were in the same position, sharing glances of worry.

your brows were knit together as your eyes scanned where you were, some kind of cave though it also appeared to be a room. your first thought was bellamy, how worried the boy seemed when you left, you could only imagine the worry when you didn't return. you'd imagine by the lighting that it was well after sunset.

"we walked for about three miles." finn began to whisper. it appeared as though he and clarke hadn't been hit as hard as you had. "after crossing that creek, another two or so before we got to the road."

"i don't think it matters, finn." clarke's voice had a sense of desperation in it. "they didn't blindfold us which means they don't care what we saw. they're gonna kill us."

a cold feeling settled in the base of your stomach, bile rising to your throat. bellamy was right, it wasn't safe out here and you just had to go and get yourself killed.

two grounders pulled you up by your shirt, you let out a whimper as they shoved you forward, others doing the same to clarke and finn. they led you down the cave's hallway and into another room where other grounders were waiting then shoving you right back on the ground.

a woman stood in front of you, wearing a long black coat. she unleashed her sword, suddenly stalking towards clarke. you made a move. "wait." you tried, shoving yourself in front of her but you were quickly hauled back by one of the grounders.

but the woman didn't kill her, on the contrary, she cut the ropes on her wrist, untying her. they shoved clarke to her feet, uncovering a girl who laid across a table, gasping out in pain. "help her. if she dies, they die." you gulped, turning to finn who shared the look of fear. "her name is tris."

"i can't do this." clarke looked at the body, turning her so she could see her face. "i don't have any equipment."

"we'll provide you with what we can."

"why do you think i can save her?"

"lincoln told her." finn chimed in.

"yes." the woman answered. "our healer is gone, there's nothing we can do for her. for their sake, i hope you can."

"clarke." finn's eyes were glued to the blonde's, adoration filling them. "you can do this."

the woman and the rest of the grounders began to clear the room until clarke's voice stopped them. "wait. what happened to her?"

a dark look was in the woman's eyes. "she was on the bridge when your bomb exploded. you did this to her."

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alcohol stained your hands, blood too.

"it's as sharp as it's gonna get." grounders now filled the room, watching as clarke did everything she could to save the girl. she was hit in the chest and was loosing blood, she needed more and desperately so.

"okay, thanks." clarke snapped the syringe from finn's hand who'd been sharpening it against the ground.

you were busy holding a cloth to the girl's chest, hoping to stop the loss of blood but it wasn't doing a great job. clarke stained the needle with bleach, hoping to rid it of any bacteria while your eyes scanned the girl's face. she couldn't have been older than fifteen, how could anyone send her to battle in the first place?

she was a child.

"okay." she stood in front of the 'leader' who went by the name of anya. "i'm gonna need your blood."

a grounder placed his hand in front of anya, pulling her away. "no." was his answer.

"you're from the same tribe, it's the best match we're gonna get." clarke was adamant but so was anya, neither of them willing to take the risk.

"clarke, she's gonna die." your hands were shaking desperately, tears floating your eyes. "use mine! just use mine!" clarke took you up on the offer, pulling your hands from the girl's body and sticking the syringe into your arm. you winced as she sucked the blood into the syringe, you instantly felt sort of dazed but shook it from your head.

clarke handed the syringe to finn and she searched the girls arm. "i can't find a vein." frantically searching her. "she's clamping down, she's lost too much blood."

your faint voice could be heard. "clarke..."

"oh, come on." desperately trying to save her.

but you shook your head, icy fear withering you away. "clarke, she's not breathing."

a simple sentence that silenced them all.

clarke backed away, meeting in the middle between you and finn while anya stepped forward with her knife, cutting a braid from the girl's hair and nodding to one of the grounders. he picked the girl up, gently as possible, leading her out of the room.

you couldn't bear to look, chest feeling hot.

anya suddenly turned to the grounders in the room. "take them away." eyeing you who held your tied hands close to your chest. "kill them."

your breath caught in your chest. "wait." tears filled your eyes as one of the grounders grabbed you, hauling you upwards. "wait, wait, wait, no, no, no, please." he harshly pushed you forward, carrying you away.

"no, no, no, no, please!" one grounder held clarke back as she pushed at him, trying to get to you. "no, i did everything i could, please!"

but the sound of her voice suddenly faded out as they carried you away. you pushed at them, thrashing in their arms but it was no use, the grounder hauled you away from the room. he suddenly set you down, holding your tied wrists down as his face came close to yours. "don't move." his gruff voice could be heard as you looked away, tears filling your eyes.

another grounder walked behind you while he walked in front of you, leading you to the front room of the cave. your mind suddenly turned to bellamy, how worried he must be. you could see the darkness from the entrance.

you couldn't help it, you ran.

but you didn't get far. instantly, you were picked up by the grounder from behind. you whimpered, thrashing against him but it was no use, he shoved you inside the room, practically throwing you. your head hit off the stone floor and you brought your hand to the back of your hair, metallic liquid staining it.

you pulled it away, shaky eyes spotting the blood dripping down your fingertips.

"w-wait." tears pooled your eyes, fear lacing your tone. "please, please, i didn't do anything wrong, please don't do this―"

you gasped out as a grounder took a fist of your hair into his hand. "your punishment shall be death by a thousand cuts." and before you could take in what he said, you felt a knife scratch across your face, cutting your cheek.

you cried out, hand coming to grab your bloodied cheek as you dragged your body backwards, crawling into yourself. a fat tear rolled down your cheek as your body caved in, huddling your knees up to yourself.

it was no use to cry out and beg them to stop, the grounders were simple beings, once given an order, all they could do was follow it. but still, your mouth uttered the whisper, "please." at the same time as you felt a slash against your left leg.

suddenly, a sword crashed through the grounders head. this time, you screamed. the sight was horrific, blood spewed outwards and you held a hand over your mouth. the body dropped to reveal lincoln, the man who adored your best friend more than anything.

"natrona." the grounder suddenly whispered, the word meant 'traitor'. he yelled out and charged at lincoln who pushed him backwards, guarding him against the wall.

lincoln stabbed a sword through the grounder's abdomen, who yelled out again. "go!" lincoln yelled to you, staring at your terrified form. "go, now!"

and you had no choice.

a whimper left your lips as you ran forwards, lungs collapsing. you worried for lincoln, not wanting to leave him alone but if you stayed, it'd meant lincoln did it all for nothing.

your feet ran towards the exit, tears swamping you as your legs moved at a super speed, running the fastest you'd ever run in your life. never, had your calves burned like this and never had your lungs ached so horribly. all you could see was the moment you were thrown into the room, the horrifying look on the grounder's face. you'd do anything to escape it.

running as though your life depended on it, and perhaps it did.

you managed to look backwards, worried something or someone was following you but as you looked back, you felt yourself run into something solid.

someone.

your mouth opened to scream at the same time as a hand wrapped around your mouth clamping down on it as he turned you to hide behind a tree.

your eyes opened to reveal bellamy, staring at you with eyes full of concern. "what happened?" he frantically searched you as his hand left your mouth. "why are you bleeding? where are the others?"

"b-bells." your cry shook your voice, eyes turning behind you, you swore you could see people between the trees, though they vanished as soon as they appeared. "we have to go, we have to leave. they're-they're gonna find us."

bellamy had never seen you so shaken, shallow breaths making way to your throat but not seeming to find their way out. "hey, hey, look at me." his hands grabbed at either side of your face. even in the darkness, you could make out his pretty dark curls and his enlarged brown eyes. "you're okay, 's just me, you're okay, sweetheart."

and you couldn't hold yourself back any longer. you threw your arms around him, holding him close as nervous sobs wracked your body, chest heaving out as if it were on fire.

"'s okay, you're fine." his hands smoothed your back, doing his best to reassure you but by no means did your shallow breaths slow. "you're safe, princess."

"can we go?" you pulled away, nervous eyes scanning the forests. "please, bells, i wanna go home."

he couldn't deny your scratchy voice or blotchy cheeks. "okay, okay let's go, angel." he helped you walk though you stumbled better than you walked. his eyes glanced down at the blood seeping through your jeans. "your leg." he didn't bother to inspect it, merely hooking his hands around your legs and lifting you up.

your head lolled against his shoulder, arms around his neck.

you began to feel dizzy but bellamy carrying you seemed much better than trying to run again. still, your eyes danced everywhere they could, searching high and low for a grounder, a surprise attack.

you must have run far for it didn't take long for the clear vision of the camp to fall into line's view. as soon as the gates opened and bellamy carried you inside, you found air falling back into your lungs.

"y/n?" the sound of octavia's voice was the first to fill your ears. you must have looked a wreck, covered in blood, carried limp in bellamy's arm. "oh my god, y/n. what happened?" though her voice was directed at her brother, not you.

"it was lincoln." your scratchy voice suddenly spoke, causing her brows to crease. "lincoln saved me."

her eyes fluttered and questions began rolling in. raven suddenly stepped forward, demanding to know where finn was, others began to question about clarke. suddenly, you couldn't breathe again. "okay, listen up!" bellamy's voice rang through the camp, silence followed. "everyone get back to your tents! we'll continue the search in the morning!"

he didn't wait for them to follow his orders, knowing they would anyway. instead, he carried you towards a tent.

everything was suddenly spinning, nothing seemed to make sense. black dots began to cloud your vision and you couldn't see which tent he had carried you to. you could see a woman, very vaguely and he was speaking to her, at least he looked like he was. his lips were moving but you couldn't register the words coming out of his mouth.

the girl must have been something to do with a medic because you could feel her lifting your head up and inspecting between the strands of your hair. you saw bellamy's face contort, but it was turning to mush, practically a mere squiggle now.

he stepped backwards and your hand suddenly reached him.

he looked back to your face, eyes softening. it was apparent that you weren't really there and how could he blame you? the blood loss was already obvious.

"don't..." it seemed like a chore to get syllables to pass your lips but nonetheless, you willed yourself to move, grasping his large fingers in your hand. "don't leave me."

"'m not going anywhere, princess." and to prove it, he sat against the chair next to you, letting the woman inspect your wounds. "okay? you can rest now, i'm right here."

through the haze, his voice was the only thing your mind could grasp to.

you slowly nodded as your eyes fluttered shut.

"you're safe, sweetheart." being the last thing you heard before everything went black.

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“Sit Still, Princess”

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Summary: You suck at braiding your own hair. Bellamy doesn’t. Unfortunately, that means letting him touch it—and he’s never going to let you live this down.

You hated your hair.

Okay, maybe that was dramatic.

But after twenty minutes of struggling to braid it and failing spectacularly, you were dangerously close to ripping it all out.

With an aggressive sigh, you ran your fingers through the tangled mess, glaring at your reflection in the dull metal sheet someone had propped up near the drop ship.

You had one goal: keep your hair out of your face.

Apparently, that was too much to ask.

Your latest attempt looked like… well, like you’d let a child braid it. While blindfolded.

You barely had time to process your frustration before a familiar voice cut through the air.

“Oh, wow,” Bellamy said, arms crossed as he stopped in front of you. “What happened to you?”

You scowled. “What?”

Bellamy tilted his head, nodding toward your hair. “Did you get into a fight?”

You huffed. “No.”

“Because it definitely looks like you lost.”

You groaned, grabbing a stick and chucking it at him. He dodged it easily, his smirk only widening.

“Go away, Bellamy,” you grumbled, attempting to salvage your disaster of a braid.

Bellamy did not go away.

Instead, he plopped down beside you, watching with obnoxious amusement. “What exactly were you trying to do?”

You hesitated.

Because admitting defeat—even to yourself—was one thing.

Admitting it to Bellamy?

That was a completely different beast.

“…Nothing,” you muttered.

Bellamy raised an eyebrow. “Oh, sure. Because it really looks like nothing.”

You rolled your eyes. “I was trying to braid it.”

Bellamy studied you for a second, then reached out and tugged lightly on a loose strand. “And you failed.”

You swatted his hand away. “You are so annoying.”

Bellamy just smirked. “Move.”

You blinked. “What?”

He gestured for you to turn around. “Move.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Why?”

Bellamy sighed like you were the most difficult person alive. “Because someone’s gotta fix that disaster, and clearly, that person is not you.”

Your jaw dropped. “Excuse me—”

Before you could argue, Bellamy just grabbed your shoulders and turned you around.

And—

For some reason—

You let him.

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You expected Bellamy to be rough.

You expected him to yank at your hair like an older brother tormenting his kid sister.

What you didn’t expect?

Was for his hands to be… gentle.

It was unsettling.

He gathered your hair with practiced ease, fingers threading through the strands, untangling them like he’d done it a hundred times before.

And maybe he had.

You shifted slightly, uncomfortable with the quiet between you. “Where’d you even learn to braid?”

Bellamy hummed. “Octavia.”

You blinked. “You braided Octavia’s hair?”

He huffed out a soft laugh. “Yeah. She liked it. And, well… someone had to learn.”

You hesitated.

Bellamy rarely talked about his sister like this.

Sure, everyone knew how protective he was over her. But this?

This was something… different.

Something softer.

Something that made your chest feel too warm.

You swallowed. “So, what you’re telling me is… you’re an expert?”

Bellamy snorted. “Hardly.”

“But you have been braiding longer than me.”

“That’s not exactly a high bar, princess.”

You groaned, kicking backward at his leg. “You love being insufferable, don’t you?”

Bellamy chuckled, tying off the end of the braid with a small piece of twine. “Absolutely.”

You rolled your eyes, but before you could retort, he let your hair fall against your back with a satisfied hum.

You reached back, fingers brushing over the braid.

And, okay.

You hated to admit it.

But it was… really good.

Like, annoyingly good.

Bellamy nudged your shoulder. “Satisfied?”

You huffed. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll kill you.”

Bellamy just smirked. “Oh, princess. You know I’m never letting this go.”