#bob morley

[daniel-bruehl]

"Don't you worry Bellamy, I won't drop you."

Bellamy Blake and John Murphy THE 100 // Season 2 Episode 4

[gayzing-away]

Bob Morley in Lost in the White City (2014)

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

Could I request a smut with Bellamy Blake? Like him and the reader are trying to get a quickie in before everyone comes back and he tries to make the reader cum one more time? :) if u can ofc!

close call | b. blake

masterlist

summary: season three — you and bellamy take advantage of a moment alone in the rover on a scouting expedition. time is against you when bellamy makes one final request before everyone returns.

pairing: bellamy blake x reader

warnings: smut, almost caught, penetration (p in v), oral (fem receiving), quickie, multiple orgasms, cowgirl, idk whether part of this is considered dub-con or not but I’ll still add it just in case

notes: the ending is sort of abrupt but anyways—

word count: 1.8k

The rover was bouncing so vigorously; it was a wonder the axles hadn’t broken under pressure.

“Oh my—fuck! Oh my god!”

It had started off innocent. Two people had to stay behind to guard the rover as a group scouted the forest terrain for new foraging and hunting grounds for Arkadia. Bellamy had offered to stay behind along with you. At first, you both obeyed the instructions to watch over the rover. But, damn, he looked so goodin his tan t-shirt and black cargo pants, you just couldn’t restrain yourself.

First came the flirting, then the wandering hands, and then suddenly you were inside the rover, on the floor in the back, with Bellamy inside you.

Your breasts recoiled up and down, cleavage exposed from the low neckline of your tight tank top as you bounced on Bellamy’s lap, his cock sliding up into you with each drop of your hips. His face was buried between your breasts, sucking harsh kisses into your skin. Fuck, you should have told him to stop; people would see the marks.

But you couldn’t. Especially when he lowered to your sensitive peaked nipple and bit it softly through the material of your shirt.

“Ah, fuck!” you rasped, skin prickling with goosebumps.

Fingers tangled in his dark wavy locks, you guided him back up to your level, frantically catching his lips in a wanton kiss. Your tongues moved together with a hunger of their own, strings of saliva keeping you attached whenever you parted for a sliver of breath.

You sank down fully onto his pelvis and engulfed his entire pulsating length before grinding your hips back and forth at an almost Olympic-level speed, feeling his cock repeatedly curve into your throbbing walls. Something between a whine and a groan of the words “fucking christ” was mumbled against your lips by Bellamy.

His hands held you down by the hips as he began snapping his own hips upward, skin-on-skin sounding as his pelvis slapped against your ass. You grappled onto his broad shoulders as your head fell back with a filthy high-pitched moan which, thankfully, was confined to the rover’s interior.

“So fucking good, princess,” Bellamy breathlessly praised between mind-devastating thrusts. “So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Good.”

His fingers dug harshly into your skin, blunt nails surely creating red crescent indentations in your soft skin. You would wear them like a trophy. He forced your hips down and trapped your body on his cock as his head fell back against the mesh panel wall, soft tip spurting thick white come deep inside your belly. His scrunched brows twitched with release; lips were parted as his shallow breaths gave way to deep sex-drunken moans.

The warm white liquid filled you up, leaking prettily down Bellamy’s thick penetrating length. You were so full of his seed and ever-hard cock that all your body could do in response was orgasm, the heat spreading from your belly and pervading your entire nervous system.

All control was lost. You trembled from head to toe, essentially vibrating on his cock which was still prodding against your cervix. Strangled gasps fell from your lips, your forehead falling against Bellamy’s who had finally managed to regain his composure and was hypnotically watching you work through your own high.

Finally, the both of you reached a state of tranquillity, holding each other closely, panting and inhaling one another’s intoxicating breaths. It was a good thing too—that you finished so quickly.

“The other’s will be back soon,” Bellamy whispered, finishing your thoughts.

You nodded. He pulled your hips forward again and you both made some quiet noise of pleasure, eyes glued on one another and simmering with atmospheric desire. For about ten seconds, you stayed like this—motionless, panting, staring.

And then Bellamy was flipping you over onto the car floor.

He hovered above you, brown eyes pooling with sin, dark strands of hair partially obscuring his vision. You simply looked up at him, wide-eyed and speechless, and obviously, he found your shock amusing, evident from the subtle smirk on his lips.

“Want you to come again before they get back.” He leaned down to leave a hot kiss on your neck, lips tickling your skin as he murmured, “Think you can do that for me?”

You blinked, dumbfounded. “What?”

And then he was lowering himself down to your hips and hooking his arms around your thighs. His question wasn’t really demanding an answer—this notion was crystal clear as he abruptly buried his face between your legs and began eating you out like there was no guarantee tomorrow would come.

“Bell!” you cried with a gasped squeak, your back arching off the floor and eyes squeezing shut from overstimulation. “Wait, please, it’s—it’s too mu—” You cut yourself off with a sharp moan and encased his head with your thighs as his lips suctioned around your clit. “Shit! Don’t stop!”

The plea in your voice was useless. Of course he wasn’t going to stop. Not until your thighs were nearly crushing his skull as your taste coated his tongue, dribbled down his chin, and dripped from your pussy in a pretty, perfect glistening mess.

You rose to your elbows, hand reaching down to delve your fingers between his soft wavy locks, alternating between pushing him deeper into your pussy and tugging his hair to coax a groan from his lips which vibrated against your already throbbing clit.

The sounds you made could barely be considered moans, but rather stuttering cries—cries for more, cries to encourage him to keep doing that heavenly thing he was doing with his tongue.

“Right there,” you gasped.

He nodded, humming in compliance. Anything for you; anything to get you to come undone from his manipulation. His biceps flexed as he dragged you closer, hands splayed across your tensed stomach, rubbing and massaging the soft skin.

Tongue wide and flat, he licked an agonisingly slow stripe from hole to clit, beginning to flick his tongue side-to-side once he reached your swollen sensitive nub. God, he had your heart pounding and it felt so exhilarating. The pulsing had dropped into your stomach, each rapid beat building the tension that was tightening your gut.

Your hips rolled mindlessly against his tongue, using him like your own personal sex toy. His eyes were closed, literally drinkingin the fact that he was lapping between your thighs. He enjoyed giving pleasure just as much as you did receiving which made the moment so much more hotter.

Over the sound of your whining and panting, you could hear the distant conversations of people returning. Returning to the rover that Bellamy was currently eating you out in. Fuck.

“Bell.”

“Mm.”

He just kept going. Part of you wanted to ignore the approaching group and continue letting him bring you to your peak, but the other part recognised the embarrassment of potentially being caught in such an… indecent position.

“Bellamy,”you gritted.

The authority in your tone managed to tear him away from your pussy (and made his cock twitch with a drop of come).

He looked up at you through messy strands of hair. “Come for me one more time, princess,” he urged, voice low and husky. “Then I’ll stop.”

His hand kneaded the side of your waist, gaze on yours as he awaited your response. His mouth and chin sheened with your slick—a pretty, perfect glistening mess. How could you deny him when he looked like that? When he was begging to worship your body and set your nerves alight?

The flames licking at your insides began to suffocate, orgasm receding slowly into non-existence. It was all you could do to nod your head. “Make me come.” Your voice was heavy with desperation. “Please.”

Within seconds, he obliged, large veiny hands curling around the base of your thighs and diving back in. If you thought he was quick before, you were in a whole other ballpark when his mouth returned to your clit. Your fluttering eyes rolled back as his head swiftly shook from side to side, the tip of his tongue pressing hard against your sensitive nub.

An orgasm was rocketing inside you, so fast approaching that you felt entirely unprepared for its arrival. The voices outside in the forest were getting closer and so were you. So close you felt like you could reach out and touch the powerful feeling inside your gut. Technically, you could.

Your hands fisted in Bellamy’s hair, fumbling for any sort of tether to the ground because you were certain if you let go, you would shoot off into oblivion. He repeatedly sucked on your clit, swirled tight circles, devoured you like this was his last meal on death row, and then repeated the process.

“Good girl,” Bellamy mumbled into your pussy. “Almost there.”

Eyes squeezed shut, you writhed beneath his hold, hips jerking against your mouth. Your nipples ached with hardness. Your eyes overflowed with hot tears, streaming down the sides of your face. Your whines had turned to borderline screams, begging him “Don’t stop!” and a mixture of senseless profanities.

Your quivering thighs—with the last of their strength—threatened to crush his head as you squeezed around him, finally feeling the white flames inside you burst into a devastating explosion.

“Fuck!”

***********

Side-by-side, you and Bellamy stood outside the rover, fully dressed and watching as the scouting group returned from their minor expedition. Bellamy’s hand, which was resting on your hip, wandered to your ass and softly kneaded it in his palm, causing your body to tense in fear of being seen.

He leaned down far enough for you to catch his quiet words. “Don’t worry, princess,” he said. “I’m the only one who knows what you just did on the floor of that rover.”

Your jaw clenched, eyes remaining on the approaching group. “I’m the only one who knows you begged to make me come on the floor of that rover.”

His response was a quiet chuckle, his hand moving to your back to rub it affectionately. Just before the others reached hearing distance, he added, “And I’d gladly do it again.”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, forming a timid smile on your lips.

Raven was the first person you made eye contact with. She subtly gestured to your pants, wearing a semi-proud grin as she nodded in approval. A horrid blush flooded your cheeks and you looked down to see your flier was completely undone. Well… shit.

“Anything happen while we were gone?” Monty asked, carrying a variety of flora samples.

You side-eyed Bellamy, witnessing the slightest smirk quirk on his lips.

He was quick to respond, sounding casual enough to avoid suspicion. “Nothing too interesting.”

You nodded in agreement. Meanwhile, his arm was discretely supporting your weight as your legs were still violently trembling.

[eizagonzalezs]

GET TO KNOW ME: ♡ [4/15] Male Characters: ☆ Bellamy Blake (The 100)

Who we are and who we need to be to survive are very different things.

[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.

[anjellaufeyson]

I could treat you better - Bellamy Blake

Time stamp: 1:38

My boyfriend was lovely–his friend wasn’t. Bellamy Blake was the rudest man I’ve ever come across; I only tolerated him for my boyfriend. 

Murphy kissed me before he got pulled away for work, he was doing guard watch. I sighed, why couldn’t Bellamy do this? He always had Murphy doing everything for him, and I’m sick of it. Whenever Muphy comes back to our tent he’s exhausted or too tired to even spend time with me. I left my tent and walked inside Bellamy’s, he was shirtless and a girl was lying on his bed. I immediately left with a disgusted look on my face. 

Soon he came out searching for me, “What do you want, princess?” 

I palmed my face while we strolled together through Arkadia, “I’d prefer if you wouldn’t call me that, Blake. Especially since some people say that when they’re together.” 

He tilted his head, his eyes gazing into mine, he glanced down with a bit of a smile, “Right, whatever you say, princess.” 

The need to correct and argue with him was there but I ignored it for the sake of Murphy. “okay–can you please stop keeping my boyfriend working late? I’m aware of how things are, like it or not I’m one of the smart ones and I think he’s being overworked and–”

Bellamy’s face showed confusion in itself, “Murphy gets off at the same time as everyone else. I work the late nights, I’m who stays up all night, every night.” 

I stopped moving, trying to process my indecision and incoming sense of betrayal. “Wait, you haven’t been keeping Murphy late or hanging out with him late?” 

He shook his head and crossed his arms, his muscles clenching to his tight shirt. His veins popping out. My eyes tore away, my emotions were my only focus. “No, I don’t think anyone has. We’ve been on a lockdown since Clarke went missing.” 

My brain racked everything Murphy’s ever told me since he began ‘working’ late. I thought of the girl I assumed he had a relationship with but when I questioned him, he brushed me off. Out of anger, I took off leaving Bellamy, who ended up following behind me calling for my name. I moved the tent side and immediately saw Murphy and the girl kissing. They stopped once they noticed me and how distraught I looked. 

I backed up and accidentally bumped into Bellamy’s chest, I didn’t cry. I felt like I should cry, my body begged to cry, but when you did here–it made you seem weak. And I’d never want Murphy to see me cry even though my heart did in return. I turned and tried to shield myself with Bellamy’s chest, but hesitantly he put his arms around me. Trying to comfort me but I knew we both detested each other. He never liked me with Murphy for a reason I am unaware of, and I just never liked him. He brushed his hand up and down my back, almost in circular motions. 

Murphy’s voice appeared from behind me but I didn’t dare to look back because I felt so vulnerable, I knew I would cry. “I need to talk with her, I can explain!”

Bellamy stepped in, holding me closer. His voice was demanding, his tone was deep, “Murphy, you should go. Now. If she wants to talk to you, she’ll do it later.” 

I could hear Murphy protesting before easily giving up, he didn’t care to try. I pushed away from Bellamy who almost looked shocked at how quickly I switched up. 

We had to go on a mission, and I found myself in a difficult position. A hand covered my mouth and once I realized I didn’t know the person whose hand it was I began to get a bit scared. I tried to fight them off but couldn’t–it had to be a grounder. 

The grounder pulled a sword on me and dug into my back, but not enough to hurt me but it pierced the skin. He pushed me onto my knees where my friends were–including Bellamy. The whole hunting group was in. Murphy seemed nervous. I guess I should be too, especially since it’s my life on the line. 

“Who’s valuable to her?”

What an odd fucking question–is this supposed to be leverage? Might as well let me die. 

Bellamy not even a second later stepped forward, “She’s with me, that’s my girlfriend.” He spoke so truthfully that even everyone we knew was aware he was lying through his teeth. 

“What are you willing to give me in turn for her life?” 

His eyes almost turned vulnerable, his words coming off as pathetic as his tone came off as pleads. “What do you want?” 

The grounder moved the sword which caused me to wince, “I want Wanheda.” Everyone shared a confused glance, who is that? “Give her to me and I won’t kill her.” 

“Take me instead, she has a better chance of getting through to Wanheda than me.” What is he doing? He’s going to get himself killed–I’m aware he can handle himself but this is almost suicidal. The grounder pushed me into Bellamy’s arms. He squeezed my hand for the quickest second and moved to the grounder who hit him immediately. 

I wanted to help him but I didn’t know how to, Bellamy could’ve attacked but stayed down, taking another punch with ease. I stepped forward but he put his hand up, “Don’t,” he demanded while blood ran down his cheek. 

Why was he willing to do this for me? We’ll never find her, I mouthed. He did a tiny nod. They need you, I mouthed once more. He got kicked in his ribs and I knew I lost his attention but while the grounder was distracted I quickly stole Murphy’s gun and shot the grounder. My aim was good, but I hated shooting, killing wasn’t something I wanted to do. But I had to–for him. 

Without processing what I did I went to Bellamy’s side. I hated his stupidity and I hated how he saved my life. “I hate you,” I said as I helped him up. He spit out blood, “I know,” he said while wincing from getting up too quickly. 

While Bellamy was getting medical from Abby, I was talking with Octavia and Jasper. Murphy approached grabbing my arm, “Were you and Bellamy seeing each other behind my back?”

His breath reeks of Monty’s moonshine, “Are you serious? You’ve been cheating on me, Murphy?”

“Were you yes or no?” 

Before I could say anything Bellamy put his arm around my waist. His hands slipped around my stomach. Holding me tight but just to keep himself steady from behind. “Yes,” he said in a raspy voice, still clearly in pain. I couldn’t turn my head, I’d be too close to his face. He groaned a bit in pain but still managed to keep his posture strong and himself looking composed. Bellamy pulled me in closer to him and that got a bit of a reaction from Murphy. 

“Fuck you both,” he said as he stormed off. Everyone else decided to leave us alone, I was going to Bellamy back to medic. There was a zero percent chance he was let out yet. 

He stopped me from walking, his tight and bloody shirt doing him every bit of justice. His hands took control so easily, “Why’d you do it,” I asked. 

His fingers traced along my neck, “Save you? Or help you?”

“Both,” I spoke breathlessly. His eyes were fixated on my lips and I wondered if Abby gave him painkillers or something for this type of behavior. 

Bellamy stared down at me, tension felt like it was rising, and the heat was radiating off our bodies. He kept one hand on my waist, holding me. His right hand pulled my hair to the side he leaned in, “because we both know I could treat you better,” he whispered into my ear.

[morleybobsource]

Eliza and Bob answering questions at Heroes comic con 2024

[henrypratt]

[ocearinaa]

FIRST CHOICE | B . BLAKE

summary : since you can remember, you’ve always been a last choice to everyone, never allowing yourself to get close to anyone. that is until someone comes in a changes every with a simple action and words.

warning : smut (piv, public—they’re out in the open)

word count : 3.8K

You always felt like a second choice—no, not even second. The last option. When nothing else worked, you were the last person to be sought out. Forever and always. It was your fate, your destiny. Over time, you grew used to it, allowed it to be a part of you, despite the distaste it would always leave in your mouth whenever people asked for your help, knowing why they were here.

And now, you’re on the ground. The air felt refreshing, new, not recycled. Trees were endless, the water sparkled in the shining sun that casted long shadows on the ground. It was beautiful, breathtaking. A whole new world and it was all yours.

Well, not completely yours.

Grounders were a threat, the biggest threat yet. Constantly seeking your camp out, hunting you like you were wild animals they could eat. It was tortuous.

But unity day took all that pressure and fear away. A day to relax.

You weren’t alone, your only friends being Monty and Jasper. Not the best influences, but no one in camp really was—you were all criminals, all seemingly untrustworthy. But those two were the only two you let hold your life in their hands. Not the best with weapons or combat, but they never let you feel like a last resort to them.

Jasper was urging you to have some moonshine, his grin wide and reaching his eyes, his dark brown irises glistening under the pale moon.

“Have some,” he said, his voice urgent as he held a cup with liquid inside. “It’s unity day, and we’re on earth! Celebrate.”

A small sigh escapes you, and you can’t help the small smile that spreads over your lips. You finally take the cup from him and bring it to your lips, taking a sip. The alcohol burns down your throat, warm and scorching. But there’s a sweet and bitter taste that makes it bearable.

Jasper and Monty cheer at you, large grins both covering their faces and you laugh—actually laugh. You had been so worried about Earth, the grounds, surviving, not allowing yourself a break and now you were being forced to have one.

And it felt so good.

Time ticked by, people got drunk. You had excused yourself from your friends, hearing their protests. You were relaxed, body not rigid, mind not tense. Your feet led you to the lake, the same lake you visited on your first day. It looked even more stunning with the moon reflecting against the glass-like liquid.

You sat on the ground, legs drawn to your chest and arms wrapped firmly around them. Your gaze was trained on the scenery, on the open space around you. Here, you weren’t a last option, you didn’t need to be an option. Nature took you in as its own, allowed you these beautiful sights whenever you wanted.

The night was young, beautifully so. A sight that felt so intimately yours.

The sound of branches snapping brought you back to reality, your head turning around toward the sound in an instant. Your body went tense, shoulders tight, your eyes narrowing to see through the dark.

That’s when you see him. Bellamy Blake.

Your body relaxes ever so slightly, a small sigh of relief escaping you as he nears where you sat on the ground.

“Did I scare you?” He asked, his tone mocking, his arms crossed over his chest.

“You sneaked up on me in the dark, of course you did.” You answer with a firm tone, your gaze moving away from him and back to vast water.

He chuckled from behind, low but not unkind. He was a power that couldn’t be reckoned with. A being who held strength and courage all in one, never wavering or faltering under anyone’s gaze. A strong leader who cared.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?”

You turn your head once more, finding him sat next to you. His legs stretched out in front of him, hands placed on the ground to keep his back straight. His gaze wasn’t on yours, rather the moon. And even from your position, you could see how it reflected in his irises.

“Yeah…” you finally say in all but a whisper, turning your gaze to the moon yourself.

A full circle, shining brightly in the sky and offering its light for the dark night the enveloped the sky. It truly was the most beautiful thing ever, even from space, seeing the moon on Earth was impossible to be compared to. Holding so much beauty and meaning, like its entire existence was for one thing.

To bring light even in the darkest times.

“You often come to the lake by yourself?” Bellamy’s voice broke the silence first, a deep rumble yet it held a sense of kindness to it.

Strange, you thought, he’s usually so stern.

You look to him, and this time he’s already looking at you. Your heart skips a beat for a moment, his gaze is intense and heavy, something that is impossible to ignore. You nod as a response and he smiles. He actually smiles.

“I see why,” he says, looking to the water, “it’s peaceful here.”

It was like a secret hideout, somewhere only you knew about. No one ever came here, it was only you, but Bellamy now knew about it, and something about him knowing didn’t make you uncomfortable.

“You think the air alone is comforting?” You ask, head tilting as your lips turn up into a small grin. “The water is even more so.”

Bellamy smirks at you, his brow raised in curiosity. “Are you trying to see my shirtless, princess?”

The nickname has fell so easily from his lips, like it was perfectly made for you. But it was the suggestion of his words that made you pause. You hadn’t meant it in that way, had you? You just wanted to let him in on a secret.

Your silence only amused Bellamy further, his smirk growing ever so slightly, a light hum escaping his lips. Before you know it, he’s pulling his shirt off and discarding it somewhere. Then, he’s working on removing his pants, socks, shoes. Everything until he’s in nothing but his boxers.

You don’t mean to stare, but you do. He’s like a magnet, a force you can’t avoid. He’s built like a warrior, despite being nothing but a janitor on the Ark. His body toned, defined muscles, scars from battles on the ground. It’s only when he speaks do you look up.

“It’s rude to stare you know.”

You swallow, blinking a few times, willing your mind to not wander. But it’s hard when he’s standing there, his body practically calling to you. You mutter an apology and he chuckles, he doesn’t need one. He’s cocky, and he knows he’s attractive. A dangerous combination.

“Join me.”

It’s not an offer, it’s a command.

It’s a command you can’t reject.

You don’t think while stripping, reduced to nothing but your bra and underwear. Now he’s staring. His eyes travel head to toe, taking in all of you—drinking in every inch like he has tasted water in days.

“It’s rude to stare.” You comment, repeating his previous words.

Bellamy doesn’t care, he takes his time to look back up into your eyes, a devilish glint in his eyes. He takes a step closer, as much as you probably should move back, you don’t.

“Can you blame me, pretty?”

A new name. Another name to make your mind twist with thoughts, filled with images. You swallow. Was this another case of being a last resort? Had he flirted with every girl in camp for release and grew bored or been rejected?

You shake the thoughts off, remembering Monty’s words.

“You’ll be someone’s first choice.”

You allow your body to relax, rolling your eyes as a response. “Get in the water.”

You turn, taking steps toward the water. Your feet hit first, and you continue further until the water reaches the middle of your stomach. Your entire lower body is submerged, cold and relaxing water splashing against your body.

And then, there’s a presence in front of you. You hadn’t realised your eyes had been closed, but they open to be met with Bellamy’s gaze already on yours. He doesn’t look stern, he doesn’t look like a leader in this moment. He simply looks like a man admiring something close to a goddess.

He’s admiring you.

The thought has your heart pounding harshly against your chest, your pulse quickening in your ear. You’re sure he can hear the racing beat of your heart, that it may have torn from your chest and right into his hands.

But it hasn’t.

“The water is nice.” He says, his voice far too calm in comparison to your body that feels like it’s aflame right now.

You can only manage a nod, every word failing you in that very moment. The world felt still, like it had stopped spinning for a moment. It felt like it belonged to you, allowing you the choice of what happened—your very own game of sorts.

But this isn’t a game. Bellamy isn’t a choice.

He’s a want, a need. A desire.

“What are you thinking about, princess?”

Bellamy’s voice is lower, it sounds closer. And it’s only then do you realise your eyes have closed again. You open them, to find he’s leaned closer, his lips had been right against your ear. So very close. What were you thinking? You didn’t even know yourself.

Him.

He’d plagued your every thought, with one simple interaction. It was almost pathetic. You spent your life avoiding feelings like this, not allowing yourself to get close, in fear of being someone’s last choice. Yet here you were, allowing yourself to fall. And for once, you weren’t sure if you wanted to be saved.

He moves closer, the water swaying between you. His hands find their way to your waist, his head leaning down to be mere inches from yours. Now you’re sure he can hear your rapid heart, maybe even see the thoughts that course through your mind.

A smirk graces his lips, you thought he might’ve spoke and had been too lost in thoughts to register the words, but he had been silent. The moon illuminated every perfect feature on his face, he looked perfectly sculpted by the gods themselves. A sinful being.

“You know,” he says, and you instantly catch the voice echoing in your ears. “I’ve seen you from afar, all alone. Why’s such a pretty being never sworn by desperate men?”

You pause, almost falter under his intense gaze and words. Almost. It felt like dagger, thought it was an accusation. It was a question, one that came from pure curiosity and speculation and nothing more.

But how does one so simply say they had always been the last choice? Never seen in the crowd of first choices. It’s unknown, a harsh feeling that’s been embedded to your entire being.

“I’m not their first choice.”

Bellamy falters. The smirk disappearing far too quickly from his lips, the intense gaze he always wore shifting to something softer. Pity, maybe. But it didn’t feel like just that. It felt deeper, something more than just feeling bad.

“You’re my first choice.”

The world felt like it had stilled, motionless around you. His gaze is still locked on yours, still watching any move or reaction you give, like a predator watching his prey. But it’s not harsh or intense, not forcing, it’s gentle. Like he’s gently coaxing more information from you.

“What?” You splutter, unsure if you had even heard him correctly or if it had been a cruel joke your ears played.

“You heard me, princess,” he says, a chuckle escaping him.

His arms wrap more firmly around your waist, pulling you closer to him. And you let him. Because maybe he’s telling the truth, maybe Monty was right, maybe you were his first choice.

The words fail you once more, unable to form a coherent sentence even in your mind. Far too fogged with his words replaying over like a broken record. Bellamy doesn’t speak either, he just keeps his gaze trained on you, like out of all nature surrounding you, you’re still the only thing worth looking at.

“You don’t believe me?”

He almost sounds hurt, but the understanding in his tone is more prominent. You only nod, confirming his suspicions. Instead of looking defeated or walking away, he smiles. A genuine smile like the one you saw previously.

“Want me to prove it?”

You pause, your body stilling as if the water had became ice around you. You only stare at him with wide eyes. Prove it. You rack your brain for logicality, to prove he was simply lying and playing her. But there was no deception in his eyes, and Bellamy Blake was a truthful man.

Sometimes, the truth was dangerous. But right now, you craved the truth.

You nod for a response again, and that’s all the confirmation Bellamy needs before crashing his lips against yours. You expected him to start gentle, but his kiss is desperate, passionate, like he’s been holding back far too long and can’t contain himself and his desire any longer.

Your eyes flutter closed, your body relaxes as his presses his every muscle against your body—his skin a warm contrast to the cold water and night air. A welcome heat. Your arms wrap around his neck, one hand moving to tangle in his hair.

Any doubts are thrown to the wind, any second guesses of what you are gone.

All you know and care about is his taste, how his lips feel against yours. How intoxicating the man before you is.

You’re addicted, and he’s the drug.

His hands moved to the backs of your thighs, hoisting your body up with ease as if you were nothing but a feather to him. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, your head tipping to the side as his tongue drags along your bottom lip and within an instant, you grant him access.

His tongue explores you, a low groan vibrating against your lips as if the taste of you satisfies him. You’re loosing all sanity, needing him like the air you breathe, how you need food and water.

He pulls away first, leaving you missing the feel of his lips on yours.

“We should get out the water at least.”

His words are true, but you don’t want to wait. And you definitely can’t walk into camp in nothing but your underwear. Bellamy practically senses your disappointment, a cocky smirk curling into his lips. You expect some snarky comment, but are met with none.

“You promise to be quiet?”

Is he suggesting you do it here? In the vast open nature? The sun is low beyond the horizon, the moon taking its place. It’s late, most people wouldn’t dare venture the woods this late, this dark—plus, they were far too distracted with getting drunk to care what was beyond their camp.

You nod. But actions aren’t enough this time.

“Promise.”

Bellamy smiled at you, like he abandoned the cocky smirk to only smile for you. He carries you out the water, and your heart pounds relentlessly in your chest in anticipation. His words echo in your mind; “you’re my first choice.”

He sets you carefully on the ground, settling between your legs with his hands either side of your head to keep his weight up, and not crush you. You stare up at him, unblinking, and he only meets your gaze. So soft, so unlike what he wants to do.

“You sure you want this?” He asks, voice anything but a whisper.

“I do,” you confirm, a small smile gracing your lips.

That’s all he needs, all he needs to stop holding back, to take what he so desperately wants. In a moments time, his lips are back on yours, it’s not as desperate but it’s intimate, passionate—like he’s trying to spill his every emotion into one kiss. Your arms snake around his neck and pull him closer, not caring as his weight is flush against you.

He pulls back, you think that’s it, but his lips trail from your jaw to your neck. They start as soft kisses against your skin, then his teeth graze the sensitive flesh on your neck, causing a small gasp to escape you. Bellamy doesn’t stop, he pushes further, biting and sucking in that very same spot, leaving dark marks across your skin so visibly to everyone.

And he doesn’t care, neither do you. You want—need—people to know your his, that he never chose you last, show what could’ve been.

“I would really love to take this slow, princess,” he murmurs against your skin, you can feel the vibrations of his voice against you, “but I don’t think I can hold back much longer.”

You bring your gaze back to him, words not falling. Sure, you’re completely alone, but you can’t wait much longer either, he’s got you trapped under a spell. One you don’t want to break free off.

You smile at him, one hand moving from around the back of his neck and down his torso until you reach the waistband of his boxers. You see his breathing hitch, his eyes trailing your every move.

“Don’t hold back. Don’t wait any longer.”

Your words are like a promise, or an encouragement—Bellamy isn’t sure. But it’s enough for his hands to practically tear your panties off, a gasp escaping you as the cold night air hits your core, sending shivers up your spine.

Your fingers curl around the waistband, tugging them down, your eyes never leaving his face—he’s smirking again, like he’s not sure whether to smile or smirk around you, he almost looks proud. Of what? You don’t know.

He kicks the fabric off, his hands now parting your legs for better access. The tip of his cock pokes your entrance and yet another gasp leaves your parted lips. He’s teasing you after saying he can’t wait, slowly moving the tip up and down your slit.

“Bellamy,” the words are breathless, pleading, “please… don’t tease.”

No words, no reaction. No warning.

He pushes in, a mix of being gentle and being rough. A moan escape you and you quickly cover your mouth to muffle the sounds. Bellamy’s brows are knitted together and he grabs your wrist, firm but gentle and moves it.

“Come on, princess,” he muses, annoyingly cocky, “I know you can be quiet without using your hand.”

A thrust. Then nothing.

“You can be so quiet in quiet, but now I’m inside you, you struggle.”

His words feel degrading, harsh but so affectionate. You let out a shaky breath, your hips bucking up needing to feel him hit every inch inside you. He only chuckles, his hands back on your waist and forcing you still.

“Too big.” You whine out.

He tilts his head, smirking once more like he takes enjoyment—pleasure—in seeing you struggle to take him and be quiet.

“Be a good girl, be quiet.”

You manage a nod, and he finally moves. Every thrust rhythmic, slow and gradually speeding up, becoming faster, harder, purposeful. Your head leans back against the ground, eyes flutter close and Bellamy allows you to not watch—he has plenty more chances to make you watch.

He grips your waist tighter, near hard enough to leave bruises—he wants you to be quiet and yet he’s leaving evidence of your time together. He thrusts harder, deeper, hitting the perfect spot. You want to moan out, scream but you can’t and you know it.

“Bellamy,” you breathe out, ensuring your words are nothing but a breathless whisper for only him to hear.

He groans, low and quiet. His head hangs low, you’re not sure if his eyes are closed or if he’s watching how intimately you two are connected right now—both are enough to make you shiver with pleasure.

He doesn’t respond to your calling of his name, simply keeping his fast and relentless speed. The air is filled with labourer breathes and the soft sound of skin slapping against skin—like he’s trying to stay quiet but holding back is far too hard of a challenge.

You cling to his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and leaving your own marks on him, your own evidence of this moment. A memory that feels more than some pleasurable act.

“Say it,” you whisper.

Bellamy lifts his head, eyes filled with desire and yet a hint of confusion. “Say what?”

“What you said earlier.”

He smiles, nodding. “You’re my first choice. In every world, every time. You’re the one I want.”

A shaky, quiet moan escapes you and he doesn’t try tell you to be quiet—your sounds edging him on to the brink of falling, and he doesn’t want to be saved. He speeds up, if that’s even possible anymore, your jaw hangs as if though it’s not even attached to you anymore. He’s rough, needy, everything you didn’t expect.

Your lips move to speak, but nothing leaves you. He fills the blank for you.

“Close?”

You nod, legs shaking and his hand roams over one of your thighs as if to ease it for you. He doesn’t slow though, doesn’t become gentler, remaining the same pace and roughness. You lips a parted, it doesn’t even sound like you’re breathing anymore. Your mind blanks, empty of anything other than the blissful feeling of him moving in and out of you at a brutal speed.

It feels like a tidal wave washes other you as you feel your release. Rough but so good, so smooth. Your legs shake, vibrating like the world is shaking beneath you. Bellamy groans once more, unable to contain how you’re making him feel.

“Didn’t wait for me?”

Somehow he’s able to tease you even while his own impending release. You finally open your eyes to look at him, he only smirks at you as he continues, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on your forehead, his move becoming sloppy even though he’s trying to remain the same—and you know, he’s close.

And then you feel it. Warm, filling your every inch. Coating your insides white. He slows, before coming to a stop. He drops on top of you and let out a breath.

“You’re heavy, you know?” You finally speak, tone teasing yet even just as breathless as before.

“Oh shush.”

You both lay there, silence surrounding you. Until you hear a branch break—it’s far but close enough to cause discomfort.

“We should get dressed.”

You nod, letting him help you put your clothes back on. You can still feel his liquid leaking, soaking your panties. And it felt far too good. You look to him, nuzzled to his chest as you calm your body from the high.

“The moon is beautiful isn’t it?” He says, you remember him saying before all this.

You lift your head to meet his gaze, brows furrowed like he’s gone mad.

“You’ve already said that.”

“You don’t know what it means?”

You stare at him, then shake your head. It’s like he’s purposely speaking in riddles, trying to make you go more insane than you already are. He chuckle, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

“I’m saying I love you.”

You look at him, really look at him this time. It feels too soon to say it back but the feeling that floods through your body is enough to make you second guess.

“I love you too, Bellamy.”

[gayzing-away]

Bob Morley in Lost in the White City (2014)

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

bioluminescence | b. blake

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summary: season one — you thought all bellamy blake wanted was sex and other women, but when you sneak outside of the camp walls at night, bioluminescent plants are not the only shocking discovery you make, and not everyone is happy about it.

warnings: fluff, swearing, jealousy, mention of sexual themes, (L/N) use, roma

pairing: bellamy blake x reader

word count: 4.1k

Sleep was a rare luxury after you and the other Ark prisoners were sent to Earth, especially since you were all crowded in a small camp surrounding the drop ship. Teenage hormones, anger, violence, and trauma were not a great combination for peace. So, it was either crying, fistfights, or the incessant moans of couples who couldn't keep it in their pants for more than five minutes that usually kept you awake at night.

You were certain it was Bellamy Blake and his two model-looking female companions who were often to blame for that last subject. Although to everyone in the camp, it was very obvious that their relationship was solely physical, neither Roma nor Bree seemed to appreciate when other women talked, interacted with, or even sat near him. Clarke was a heavy target because of her co-leadership with Bellamy. And so were you.

You were within the inner circle, the informal 'Earth council'. You were also handy with a rifle and knowledgeable in tracking, so it wasn't exactly surprising whenever Bellamy took you with him on various missions and hunts. Sometimes though, he would bring you with him even if the task wasn't within your skillset—those were the times you were left feeling a little confused.

Nevertheless, a small friendship sprung from it. You weren't best buddies, but you weren't opposed to each other's company either. That was a big no-no to Roma and Bree and they frequently expressed that fact through passive-aggressive tactics.

This night was no different from others. Thankfully, it was the never-ending fistfights that kept you awake instead of other's carnal endeavours. You opened the flap of your tent and stepped out into the crisp air; autumn was definitely approaching. Hugging your jacket closer to your body, you looked around the camp, unsure of where to wait out the commotion. Everywhere was taken, so you decided a brief walk in the woods wouldn't hurt. Well, you hoped it wouldn't. At least if the Grounders killed you, you would finally get some undisturbed rest.

As you made your way over to one of the fence-wall openings, you ran smack-bang into a barely dressed girl with long brown hair. Roma.

"Watch where you're going, bitch," she spat, scrutinising your appearance from top to bottom.

Ignoring her lovely remark, you eyed her jeans and the way her upper half was only covered by a grey sports bra. "Aren't you cold?"

"Not now I'm not." She smirked, eyes flickering to Bellamy's tent.

You grimaced. I so didn't need to know that.

Right on cue, Bellamy emerged from his tent, fully clothed. He scanned the surroundings before his hardened gaze briefly landed on Roma and then settled on you; it was impossible to miss the way his face softened when your eyes met. Strange.

"Jealous?" she asked, regaining your attention.

"Unlikely."

You brushed past her, though she made an effort to forcefully knock your shoulder and spit another curse at you. Classy.

Bellamy took a step toward you. "Hey—"

But you simply moved past him, continuing toward the wall and saying, "A real gem you've got yourself there."

At least Bree was all bark and no bite.

You could hear him sigh as the distance between you both grew.

Truth be told, you were a little jealous. An unfortunate truth but still a truth all the same. You knew you were beginning to feel something deeper for Bellamy and it was becoming difficult listening to other girls brag about their nights with him. Not like you would ever tell him though—he wasn't a relationship type of guy and as far as you could tell, his feelings for you were platonic.

Never mind. You could settle for his friendship... for now.

You had made it outside the camp walls. At first, you planned on circling the fence for a while, but when your eyes caught on something glowing from the opposite side of a tree, you strayed from your path. Rounding the tree's trunk, you found a glowing neon-pink flower; the species of which you were unsure, but it was beautiful. Then, in your peripheral vision, there was something else lighting up your vision, something blue this time. There was another flower just a few trees away.

And again, you walked over to the strange plant, only to find yourself now on a journey that kept leading to more and more glowing flowers the deeper into the woods you trekked. They were almost everywhere and at this point, you were practically running with an excited grin on your face. In the near distance, numerous radiant colours lit up an area covered by a thick cluster of trees. You wove yourself through branches and leaves, pushing your way into the bright section of the woods.

Once you emerged from the trees, amazement morphed into your expression. You had stepped into a small meadow filled with glowing flowers of various colours that covered the forest floor. There were countless species, but they all shared the same mesmerising radiance. Much to your disbelief, there were even electric blue luminous butterflies that concealed the tree trunks and fluttered in the air.

"Bioluminescence," you whispered to yourself.

It was so beautiful, you could have cried.

Maybe you should just leave the camp and build a hut here. It would certainly beat living with the others.

As you moved further into the small clearing, the butterflies flew closer around you. Holding out an arm, one butterfly tentatively circled your hand before landing in your palm. You laughed in amazement, watching as the small creature curiously crawled across your hand and ticked your skin. Okay, that settled it—you were definitely a Disney princess.

The sound of branches snapping and leaves rustling suddenly pulled you from your amazement; it was coming from where you had entered the clearing. You reached down to your belt only to find the knife holster on it empty. Of course, you didn't bring your knife. You had left the camp's safety and didn't even think to bring a weapon. So stupid.

Before you could reprimand yourself any further, a tall figure emerged from the tree line. The tight dark blue shirt was an easy identifier as to who the figure was. And so were those deep brown eyes.

It was Bellamy. "Woah."

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling your tensed body relax again.

His gaze swept across the vivid tree-encompassed meadow, sharing the same wonderous expression you once had. The overpowering glow from the butterflies turned his tanned skin a light blue, defining the contours of his face and arm muscles. He sort of looked otherworldly.

"What are you doing out here?" you asked.

The incident before you left camp quickly returned to mind and it was evident in the slight irritation etched on your face. He didn't need to respond for you to realise that he had followed you. Great. His little girlfriends were going to have a field day tomorrow if they saw him come after you.

Bellamy's eyes found yours, taking note of your negative reaction. His steps were cautious as he began walking towards you. "I could ask you the same thing."

He stopped in front of you, peering down through a few stray strands of dark brown hair whilst wearing his infamous lazy smirk. No wonder girls were always fawning over him; he was gorgeous, and he damn well knew it too. Even you were falling into the very same trap. Unlike them, though, it was the moments you shared with him when you were alone that conjured your attraction to him. Sure, he was easy on the eyes, but you had also learnt that he was surprisingly a decent human being. More than decent actually, despite how he presented himself to others.

He treated you with respect—a lot more than many others had ever done. You had learnt to trust each other, communicate effectively, and work as a team. Sometimes, you would even find yourselves discussing things that you both intended to keep within till the day you died, things that felt too intimate to share with anyone else.

No matter how much you hated it, you couldn't help but develop feelings for him. Even when it seemed he was preoccupied with other women.

Bellamy eyed you, waiting for the snarky retort he knew you were putting together.

You sighed and turned around, crouching on the floor to inspect one of the neon-pink flowers. "Shouldn't you be teaching Roma and Bree gun handling safety in your tent right now?"

That line was dangerously close to sounding like jealousy and you knew it. You bit your tongue because Lord knows you were most likely to expose your feelings for Bellamy through word vomit.

If only you had been facing him to witness the shame washing through his eyes.

"Funny," he said. "But no. I've got more important things to do."

"Like what? Making sure your best hunting partner doesn't get killed by glowing plants?" you joked, glancing over your shoulder to see his reaction.

It wasn't a grin or smirk like you expected. Not even a little chuckle. Instead, he simply stared at you with this intense look in his eye; it was almost sad but also like he was trying to communicate something to you telepathically.

"Something like that," he murmured.

After those words left his mouth, something about the atmosphere shifted. You suddenly felt overwhelmed with emotion and his soul-piercing stare was not helping. There wasn't a wide selection of movies on the Ark, but you had watched them all, including all the romance movies. The only thing you could compare Bellamy's gaze to was Mr. Darcy's in Pride and Prejudice. Reluctance. Longing. It was all there. Had you been completely wrong about his feelings for you? Or were you just imagining it?

The likelihood of Bellamy sharing your same feelings seemed impossible, so you chalked it up to your wishful imagination.

You stood back up, facing him but avoiding making eye contact. "Well, I—uh," you stammered. "I'm not going back. Not yet."

"I didn't come here to take you back."

That made your gaze meet his.

Why did you come then, Bellamy? you thought.

He side-stepped you and you turned to see him wandering deeper into the meadow. He began observing each and every beauty and oddity the small sanctuary held, touching the petals of every flower with a delicateness you had never witnessed before. Soon enough, you felt compelled to join him.

The two of you must have spent an hour in that meadow, inspecting each species of flora, hovering your fingertips through the glowing cusp of each plant as if you could feel its light on your skin, laughing together when a butterfly landed on the tip of your nose. Sometimes you caught Bellamy watching whenever your face lit up with excitement as you discovered something new. He never really looked at what you had found; he just looked at you, but you were too overjoyed to even contemplate why.

You felt like you had entered a dream, protected from the outside world where there were Grounders, war, and bitchy brown-haired girls. Everything real was forgotten, even your unrequited feelings for Bellamy. You just enjoyed his company in this dream and pretended it would last forever.

Somehow, you had both ended up lying on the forest floor side-by-side, surrounded by flowers as you stared up at the starry night sky through the tree crowns. It wasn't as cold as before; you guessed it was because of Bellamy's close proximity to you. One of his hands was behind his head, the other on his stomach. His warmth was radiating off his skin and onto your own.

You could have fallen asleep if you closed your eyes. Probably not the most logical idea though.

Bellamy's quiet, yet deep voice disrupted the silence. "It's just a distraction, you know?"

"Hm?"

"Those girls," he clarified, and you watched as his words turned to mist, carrying into the black sky. "If I focus too much on the fact that I have to control an entire camp of teenagers, fight a war against the Grounders, while taking care of Octavia and y—" he cut himself off, closing his eyes with a sigh. "I just feel like I start to lose myself."

Your focus shifted from the sky to him. Even he didn't seem to be looking at the sky anymore, despite his gaze still being pointed straight upward. He looked lost in his own thoughts. Serious and sombre—much different compared to how they had been just a short while ago.

"Well," you began softly. "We can't have that. You already seem a little rough around the edges, Blake."

A grin slowly formed across his lips and he shook his head. He turned his head to the side, looking down at your smiling expression from where he lay. The weightiness from before had melted from his demeanour. Because of a little distraction.

You had thought those two girls he spent most nights with were there purely for his own physical needs or because his attraction to them was greater than his self-control. Never had you contemplated the fact that it might have been because he was mentally struggling with the hardships of being a leader. Of course, how could you have? He had never told you before now.

Your brows furrowed. "Why tell me?"

The muscles in his jaw clenched and the grin fell from his lips. A sense of seriousness returned but this time it was less heavy. It seemed more like a weight was lifting from his shoulders. Like a declaration. Like a long-awaited confession.

You felt something warm brush against your hand; it gently grazed over your knuckles, lighting a fire beneath your skin. In Bellamy's dark eyes, you could see the reflection of his hand caressing your own and your heart leapt to your throat.

"Why do you think?" he murmured, his eyes flickering between your own, urging you to connect the dots instead of making him say it aloud.

Your lips parted and the crease between your eyebrows deepened. 

Every time he picked you first to be his partner on a mission, every deep conversation you shared when no one else was around—they all had a hidden meaning. All the times his hand brushed against yours as you walked in sync side-by-side, the times you caught him staring at you through a one-hundred-person dense crowd, or the way he would step in front of you as if to shield you whenever there was even a hint of danger—it was all because...

"Oh," you whispered.

"Yeah." His eyes flickered between yours before he turned back to the stars. "And I—I understand if you don't feel the same way; I know I haven't given you much reason to. From those girls to the... the radio, and the culling on the Ark. If I could take—"

His sentence was cut short as you leaned over him, pressing your lips to his. You could feel his pulse racing in his lips. Or was it your own? Probably both. Your hair fell to the side and his mouth started to move against your own. He began to rise, moving you up along with him until you were both kissing in a sitting position.

Bellamy's hand moved to cradle your jaw, his lips slow and tender. Everything felt like it had fallen into place, like this was exactly how things were supposed to be, with his lips on yours in the middle of a fairy-tale-like meadow whilst surrounded by a field of glowing flowers and beautiful winged creatures.

The butterflies weren't just circling you now, they were somehow fluttering around in your stomach too and it felt exhilarating.

Unfortunately, the kiss did have to come to an end at some point. Even so, the warm fluttering in your stomach never ceased. Bellamy had pulled away first, his hands gently falling from your jaw and back into his lap. He was looking at you and at first, you were afraid he would get up and leave, or tell you he had changed his mind. But he didn't. A smile crept across his lips—not a self-satisfied smirk or a tantalising grin, but a genuine smile.

Forget the butterflies; your stomach was doing somersaults now. He found your hand once more and interlocked it with his own in your lap. His thumb drew small circles on the side of your palm almost as if he knew you needed a reminder that this moment was really happening.

"That was my first kiss," you admitted.

His smile became a little nervous. "Was it okay?"

Was it okay? This boy was a little clueless if he couldn't tell that you thoroughly enjoyed having his lips on yours. So, you answered him with another soft peck to his lips, then pulled back again to see his reaction. He chuckled, nodding his head to say he understood.

"We can always come out here to practice if you want," he said, this time with a smirk.

You laughed. "I think that's a good idea."

He tucked a lock behind your ear and gently brushed pieces of hair away from your face. You could feel warmth creeping into your cheeks, turning them a rosy pink. Well, it was probably more of a violet hue due to the intense blue glow from the plants and butterflies. Either way, it still revealed how nervous he made you feel.

"It's getting late. We should probably head back and sleep," you said. Bellamy raised an eyebrow, creating his own little innuendo with your words and your eyes widened. "Not together! Alone, I mean. In separate tents. With clothes... on..." you trailed off, realising you were only digging yourself a deeper hole.

You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose in embarrassment.

He just chuckled and rose to his feet. "Come on, (L/N). Let's go sleep."

You rolled your eyes with a smile as he helped you stand up with him.

For a brief moment, you gave the area one last look, imprinting the memory into your mind. Who could have guessed that when you left the camp walls you would enter a fairy tale of vivid colours and electric butterflies? Or, even more surprising, that Bellamy Blake would later confess his feelings for you? All you had wanted was an escape; instead, you got a dream come true.

Bellamy pressed a hand to your lower back, guiding you with him towards the tree line in comfortable silence.

The walk back to the drop ship was pretty quiet. No more words needed to be said; a conversation that clarified what you two were now could wait for tomorrow when your brains weren't clouded by fatigue and the fresh excitement from confession. Some things hadn't changed though. Bellamy still stole glances at you every now and then, as you did him, earning a nervous smile and blush each time either of you got caught. Your hands alternated from brushing against one another to ever-so-slightly linking pinkies.

Okay, maybe things had changed a little.

You passed each flower that had led you to the meadow and this time, they became less and less as you grew closer to the drop ship. As you came up on the camp walls, the sound of fighting and conversations had died down and was replaced by the faint crackling of dying fires.

Finally, you both stepped through one of the openings and were within the camp. There didn't seem to be anyone awake; with the way the moon was shining down straight overhead, it was clear why. 

Your pinkie fell from Bellamy's and you moved in front of him, taking a few slow steps backwards. "Uh, that's my tent over there," you said, gesturing behind you.

His eyes never left yours as he continued to walk toward you. "Yeah, I know."

"Oh, you know, do you?"

A grin stretched across his lips as he hummed and reached for your waist, pulling you against his body. Your hands wound around his neck, a smile present on your face as he leaned in, his lips mere inches from your own. His lips had just brushed against your own when someone behind you cleared their throat and you both jumped apart.

Bellamy peered beside your head, semi-glaring at the interrupter behind you.

What a surprise it was when you turned around to see Roma, arms crossed—clothes on, thankfully—and looking severely unhappy.

"You have got to be kidding me," she said with a scowl.

Perfect. Great. Absolutely fantastic. Looks like her field day had come early.

No way. You were too tired to deal with this. You gave Bellamy an apologetic glance before attempting to slip away through the gaps between tents. Unfortunately, it wasn't in Roma's best interest to let you off so easily. She caught your wrist and jerked you back toward her.

Bellamy looked like he was about to step in, but you beat him to it.

You tore your wrist from her grasp, words dripping with bitterness as you said, "Never do that again."

For a split second, she looked the slightest bit intimidated, but then quickly covered it up with disdain. Her gaze flickered from you to Bellamy; it was hard to miss the way she straightened her posture and tried to look more presentable for him.

And for a split second of your own, you felt the slightest twinge of fear that Bellamy would change his mind about you and leave with her again. But at that very same moment, he gently grabbed your hand and guided you back to his side, dissipating all your previous worries.

Both you and Roma looked down at your interlocked hands in disbelief.

"Listen, Roma." He sighed, sounding like he was desperately trying to keep his cool. "I think it's best if you and Bree find another tent to sleep in from now on."

Her disbelief turned into pure astonishment. "What? Are you serious?"

Bellamy lightly squeezed your hand.

God, he was putting this girl through the five stages of grief. You almost felt bad. Then you remembered the daily torment she had been putting you through just for existing and the remorse immediately washed away.

"Because of her? She's not even—"

"Choose your next words very carefully," he warned in a dangerously low voice.

Her mouth opened and shut a few times before she realised any insult thrown at you would end badly for her. It's not like Bellamy would hurt her, but he did have power over the camp, so he would probably force her to share a tent with Myles or something. His non-stop babbling would drive her to insanity.

She gave him a defiant look. "What if we don't want to leave?"

"I'll take the tent down and move it somewhere else."

"Then Bree and I will make both your lives a living Hell."

You could hear Bellamy suppress a laugh. "Unlikely," he echoed your previous words.

Roma looked to you as if you could help her case—the audacity. You gave her a sarcastic 'what-can-you-do?' shrug which just enhanced her seething temper. It was obvious that she was getting nowhere and the moment she realised, you swore you could see her ego literally deflating.

She made a short high-pitched noise of frustration and spun around, her hair whipping melodramatically through the air as she practically stomped back to Bellamy's tent. You could hear her call out to the other girl inside, telling her to 'pack her shit' and that they were moving tents. Not long after, the blonde-haired girl emerged from the tent flap holding a bundle of clothes. Roma must have explained to her what happened because they both shot a venomous glare in your direction and then walked off in search of another tent.

You sighed in relief as they disappeared out of sight. You were about to walk back to your own tent, but Bellamy tugged you back to him once more, his arms wrapping around your torso as your hands fell on his chest.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I thought she'd handle it better."

You fiddled with the material of his shirt, half-smiling. "I told you she was a gem."

"Yeah." He chuckled. "My taste of women has been a little... questionable."

Your hands moved up to his shoulders, pulling your body up against his. His fingertips grazed the exposed skin of your waist, sending a wave of goosebumps across your body.

"You should really try breaking that trend."

He had that same intense look in his eye as when you were both in the meadow. This time it didn't hold any sadness or longing, but rather a sense of finality and affection, like his greatest wish had finally come true—that would make two of you. One of his hands moved to cup your cheek, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb as his face grew closer to yours.

The heart thumping in your chest almost gave out as you reflexively leaned further into his warm embrace.

"I already have," he murmured before his soft lips descended upon yours.

And the butterflies returned.

[racoonblossom]

The fog | MDNI

summary: When out hunting the acid fog horn is blown and reader has no choice but to find shelter in a small bunker with Bellamy. To pass time he shows her how to stand while holding a weapon, although it quickly turns to more.

pairing: Bellamy Blake x reader

warnings: use of y/n, cursing, virgin!reader, oral (f receiving), slight hair pulling, slight choking, fingering.

word count: 1.4k

note: sorry if this isn't the best it's my first time writing but I hope you enjoy it!!

The cold air was strong as the voices of fellow delinquents started getting drowned out by the distance created. You were hunting in a small group which consisted of Clarke, Monty, Jasper, Octavia and Bellamy. Bellamy Blake, the designated leader ever since you landed on the dropship. You weren't going to deny that he was, well hot. Your eyes regularly travelled to where he was, admiring the way he walked, talked, hunted-.

"Y/N?" A voice cut you out of your trance and your head snapped over to Clarke who had been walking next to you. You quickly put on a fake smile "hm?" you hummed softly stealing one more glance at Bellamy, who was glancing back at you. "We are going to split into smaller groups, were you listening?" Clarke tilted her head placing her hands on her hips. "Yeah-" you chuckled nervously "splitting up into groups, is that really a good idea? Yknow... with the grounders and all." You adjusted the bag on your back waiting for Clarke to reply but before she could Bellamy cut in, "of course it's a good idea, princess. It was my idea." God was he cocky. he stood there with his signature smirk across his lips making your stomach do flips. "Lets go, your with me." Your eyes widened slightly, you were with him? Hunting with him? You nodded quickly hurrying as you noticed Bellamy begin to walk.

Not even 5 minutes later you were rushing through the woods, one hand clutching the bag draped across your back and the other out trying to stabilize your running. The familiar sound of the horn had filled your ears making you and Bellamy freeze in place before he insisted he knew a place to go to for shelter. Camp was too far away so now you were trying your best to keep up with Bellamy, struggling not to trip over the exposed roots that were scatted around the floor.

Bellamy slid onto his knees brushing some leaves and dirt before revealing a small door. You were looking around frantically as you saw the fog flowing its way closer. "Bellamy it's getting closer!" You nervously shouted as your heart pounded in your chest. "Get in." Was all you heard from the man as you glanced down, the small door now open. You didn't need to be asked twice, you threw your bag down the hatch before sliding yourself in. Bellamy was close behind you as he shut the door with a groan. You collapsed against the closest wall you could find panting heavily from the run, "Princess? Are you alright?" Your eyes widened slightly as Bellamy kneeled in front of you, his eyes softer then ever. You've never seen him look so... caring? "Yeah- yeah Bellamy I'm fine" You panted running your hands through your hair as Bellamy collapsed next to you grumbling some curses. "Fuck. Fuck!" He groaned leaning his head back against the wall, "we're going to be stuck in here for hours." You sighed closing your eyes and focusing on Bellamy's pants.

The bunker was small, only with a couch and what looked like a tiny kitchen. Some time had passed and Bellamy had grown more restless. He had spent the past 10 minutes practicing his stance when holding a weapon, you sat against a wall watching him closely. Your gaze was drawn to the way he flexed his arm and how the sweat rolled down his forehead. "Get up." Your brows furrowed as you stuttered over your words, "g-get up? why?" Bellamy turned to face you, "I want to see what you've got princess." That smirk, that goddamn smirk has your knees weak within seconds. You nervously stand up making your way over to Bellamy. He easily towered over you. "Turn around..." he whispered lowly, to which you complied. Bellamy placed a hand around your waist, the other over your hand making you hold the weapon. Your breath hitches as you feel his muscular chest press against your back. His scent flowed through your nose, you had to bite you tongue to hold back a whimper. "Legs apart" he mumbled lowly using his knee to push you legs apart. You let a small yelp slip as he pressed against your back, it took you a second to notice the hardening against your ass.

You shuddered trying to squirm forward, to which Bellamy pulled you back. "Something wrong princess?" He whispered hoarsely into your ear, your stomach was doing summersaults. "I- Bell..." you whispered back nervously. "Shhh... be quiet princess" his hand around your waist began to travel down your side, "just seeing you sitting there staring at me." He clicked his tongue chuckling lowly "sittin' there looking all pretty, and god," you gasped loudly as you felt a firm squeeze be given to your ass. "this ass" he groaned turning his head to place a soft kiss to your neck. You were speechless as you stood there frozen in place, it felt like a dream. "bellamy- I've never-" He let go of your hand wrapping it around your throat softly, "I said quiet. Be a good girl, yeah?" Your eyes were wide as he spun you around to face him, pining you against the closest wall, a hand squeezing your ass as the other had a firm grip on your throat. Before you could think he pressed his lips to yours, his mouth devouring yours. You easily melted into the kiss as he trailed his hands down to your thighs lifting you up. You let out a soft moan as your legs locked around his waist, your hands tangling in his curls. Bellamy broke the kiss, using one hand to tug your hair back to expose your neck. You whimpered as you felt him start to devour your neck, most likely leaving marks. "Fuck" he growled as he backed you up placing you on the couch as he rested his forearms by your head, bringing his lips back to yours in an urgent, desperate kiss. He pushed his tongue into your mouth making you a whimpering mess, "haven't even touched you properly and look at you.... pathetic." he growled lowering himself on your body, leaving kisses along your stomach.

You had never seen this side of him before, less then an hour ago he was caring and soft. You got pulled out of your thoughts when you felt calloused fingers roughly pulling your pants and panties down. "Bellamy" you panted trying to squirm away but his hands had you held by the hips. "Yes princess?" He said through a smirk as his index finger teased your folds. You whimpered trying to squeeze your thighs together, "I-I've never...." Bellamy simply clicked his tongue using his hands to spread your thighs. "I know, I'll make it feel good for you princess. I promise." He whispered as he began trailing kisses down your inner thigh. You nodded quickly leaning your head back against the uncomfortable couch. Bellamy placed your legs on his shoulders before diving in like a starved man. He flattened his tongue on your clit making you gasp, your hands flying to his hair. "Feels good, doesn't it?" he mumbled sending vibrations through you. He began to move his tongue, switching between your entrance and your clit. You were whimpering, moaning and squirming beneath him. Your chest moving up and down from the pants you were letting out. Your back arched off the bed as he dipped two fingers into your entrance, his mouth wrapping around you clit in a slow tortures pace. "Bellamy" You moaned breathlessly as your thighs squeezed his head which only seemed to egg him on. "Keep saying my name princess, tell me how good this feels." All you could do was nod at his words, an unfamiliar coil in your stomach beginning to form. "s-so good" you whimpered squeezing your thighs tighter. With one final curl of his fingers against your spongey walls, flick of his tongue on your clit, had made you coming undone below him.

You panted as Bellamy worked you through your high, he pulled away to look up at you with a smirk. You looked down between your thighs seeing his chin covered in slick. He crawled up your body putting your chin between his fingers, he leaned in to kiss you but you placed your hands on his chest your eyes glued to the slick on his chin. "Baby you got to let me kiss you, if we're going to be doing this more you have to get use to this." You looked into his eyes before nodding softly, with confirmation he crashed his lips on yours. This kiss was more passionate and soft, you could taste yourself on his tongue which made your head spiral. He softly moved up to kiss your forehead, "you were so good... so good" he whispered tugging you into his side as you felt tiredness fall over you.

[alannacouture]

Wishing Bob & Eliza the very happiest of anniversaries! Please enjoy Beliza’s proposal story (as told by Eliza) 💕💍

[anjellaufeyson]

The truth lays within jealousy- Bellamy Blake

Warnings: basically just cursing and knife play

Summary: Bellamy's your enemy but things begin to take a turn once you start fighting to push through emotions you feel towards each other.

Bellamy Blake made my blood boil, and I prayed I made him feel the same way. I was best friends with his sister, Octavia. Meaning, I had no choice but to be in the same tent or room as him. The rivalry between Bellamy and I formed when the 100 first came to Earth. We were on dividing sides, he had everyone in his control and made them feel free but that ended dangerously. I was with the group that wanted to help and make sure we survived. 

“Do you always have to disagree with me, Blake?” 

He turned to look my way, his hand resting on the map below our waists laying on a table. “Do you always have to have disagreeable ideas–Kane?” He spit my last name out as if it left a bitter taste. 

I’m just thankful he didn’t call me that other name, the one he knew I so deeply despised. My eyes rolled on instinct, “You’re such a dick, you are aware of that flaw right?” 

He glared my way, “You always keep me aware don’t you, princess?” 

I fucking hated him, “Don’t call me that, Blake.” 

“What will you do if I say it again?” 

My father made me train with guards on the Ark since I was a child, I could easily take Bellamy, and him forgetting that made me always want to remind him. I stabbed my knife into the wood table and as soon as I did Octavia walked in. 

She moved the tent opening away, “What is going on?” 

Bellamy folded his arms making his muscles fight with his shirt. I tried my best to not stare but as much as I loathed this man and wished him nothing but the absolute worst–he was the formation of my desires. And that left lingering resentment. “Your friend is threatening me, O.” 

I unstuck the knife and pointed it at him from the other side of the table as I talked, “He was testing me, Tavia. It’s his favorite pastime,” I said staring harshly at Bellamy. 

“How about you both go train, maybe away from each other? You can work with Murphy and I’m sure you can find someone, Bell.” 

I gave a half smile, “I’m sure every–what’s the number now?” I made it look like I was deep in thought, “Like 50 girls now? Are willing to train with you, you know your way around the 100, Blake.” 

Bellamy gave me dead eyes as his jaw clenched. I struck a nerve. “O, get out.”

Octavia usually hates when Bellamy orders her around just cause he's older than her but she listened without a fight this time. She knew I crossed some form of a line. She mouthed sorry to me and walked out. 

I moved over to him, my knife laying close to his throat. He didn't care, he didn't even bat an eye. He almost smirked at the notion.

“Tell me, princess, was I supposed to pent up everything I was feeling like you do? Tell me, how's that going for you?” 

My eyes widened a bit, “I’m sorry do you want me to just go sleeping around with every dude on this earth because what? I can’t deal with my emotions correctly?” 

He bit his tongue. 

“I guess maybe I should take your advice because I see how greatly it’s been going for you. The known asshole you only go to for a hit and quit it.” 

Bellamy eyed me, “Is this you trying to offer up, princess?” 

My breath was shaky, I scoffed, “Go float yourself.” I stormed out of the tent and went to the only place inside Arkadia where you could blow off steam. The training spot. Bellamy usually overwatches, sometimes with Lincoln so I wouldn’t be surprised if he made his way over here.

Murphy made his way over to me, “Need a partner?” 

I nodded my head and decided to not take my anger out on him–at least not with words. “Yes, but I can’t promise I’ll go easy on you, Murphy.” 

He smiled as he got into his stance, “I didn’t expect you to. I remember seeing you training from time to time with soldiers. I’m going to have to bring my A-game now.” 

I laughed and it made me feel a bit better, say what you want about Murphy–but his sarcasm and wit will always make you laugh. I got into position and Murphy punched towards me and I moved my hand fast enough to push it away and block it. We kept going back and forth, not taking it seriously. 

Soon, as expected Bellamy appeared. He crossed his arms as he analyzed our performances. Suddenly both of us began to take it a bit seriously, but I chose to ignore Bellamy. He knew I was holding back, it showed in Bellamy's face.

“Let me try.”

I ignored him but Murphy stopped fighting, I tried to regain my breath. Murphy was like Bellamy’s sidekick since the beginning, that faded and nobody tried to make an enemy of Bellamy. Like it or not he did run a lot of things we live by. Especially with Clarke gone. 

He got into position and I immediately went to attack. I moved close and elbowed his face causing him to move forward. I went straight for a kick to his bent knee and easily got him down. When getting up his hand stayed on my thigh as he rised up, it was like he was purposefully trying to mess me up. That could be the only reason.

“Damn Bell, maybe she should replace you as a trainer,” Octavia said while spectating. Monty and Jasper laughed. 

Bellamy stood up and hit me immediately in the gut. From the force, I took a couple of steps back, and I cursed under my breath. He shrugged with a grin forming on his lips. When he went to pull another move I grabbed his arm pointed it up, and used my left arm to push down on his arm. I twisted his shoulder and I knew I was causing pain. I had this move done to me and I was in pain for a couple of days. 

For a split second, I heard a groan from him, it almost put a smile on my face. “C’mon Blake, are you even trying? If you lose this–I can only assume where you’re going to go to…or who.” Maybe it was a low blow but he pissed me off before. 

My fist came towards him and he grabbed my arm tightly, almost hard enough to leave a bruise, and flipped me onto the ground. I tried not to give him the satisfaction of knowing I was hanging onto this fight by a thread. I kicked his stomach and he caught my leg and tried to make me fall but I did the one trick that took me years to master–I kicked with enough force off the ground for a second to gain a stance to be able to kick him back. 

Bellamy went to hit me in the face but I got to him first and elbowed him. He spit out blood and turned his head up with a grin as he wiped the blood. He tricked me and by making it seem like he was going for a low attack, I didn’t move up in time to block him and he punched me. My lip began to bleed. 

“Guys, I think you should stop now. You proved you both can fight–now stop,” Octavia warned. 

We ignored her warning and kept going. I was determined to beat him, and I didn’t have a real reason why. Part of me wondered if this was my only source of letting my emotions go, maybe I wasn’t that different from that man that I hated. We are both stubborn, witted, determined, quick-tempered, reckless, and aggressive. 

“One hit and we’re done,” he said. “Better make yours count, princess,” he whispered. The way he made it seem, that nickname was for our ears only. He never said it loud enough for others to hear and I almost preferred it that way. And when he did, he was only focused on me. As if nobody else was on the earth with us. 

My thoughts were distracted and he immediately brought me down. My back hit the ground and I winced in pain, my back arched a bit hoping that would help the pain. Before anyone could help, Bellamy quickly moved to my side. “Are you okay,” he asked almost frantically in a low voice. He sounded genuine.

The gaze I had on him changed, it softened even though I was in pain. I was utterly confused. “What are we doing,” I whispered, his back covering everyone’s view of my lips. At best, they’d hear mumbles. 

“Your solution to letting your emotions out, remember?” He lightly laughed, “Fuck, we’re idiots.” Bellamy brushed his thumb on my bottom lip, “Truce?” 

My brow almost furrowed, “Truce? Does that mean we suddenly don’t hate each other?”

He laughed and began to help me up, “No, definitely not. You’re still the bane of my being.”

I stood up and got my words out fast enough before everyone crowded me to see if I needed Abby, “And you’re still the only person I hate in this world.” 

Bellamy slowly backed away as we kept our eyes on each other, everyone kept asking if I was okay but I didn’t reply. I was too fixated on the man I detested. “I’m fine, I’m fine,” I said while brushing past them. The one person who got horrendously hurt was Bellamy, yet he didn’t complain or stop them from helping me. 

“I’ll help you to, Abby,” I said putting his arm around my shoulder which felt oddly–right. When I looked back to show Octavia I was going to help him, I just saw a group of disbelieving faces. I’d be shocked too, never would I have ever felt pity or thought of helping Bellamy. “I kicked your ass.” 

He laughed as if he didn’t have drops of blood on his shirt, “I’d call it a fair fight.” 

“I’d call it my win.” 

He glanced at my lips then my eyes, we came to a halt. “You want to finish this?” 

I could feel his hand brushing along my neck, “I think we’re probably banned from training together for a bit. Though I think that wasn’t a training session–that was fighting.” 

Bellamy’s gaze dropped, he stared at me, almost desperate as if he was yearning for something he never even got to get ahold of for years. His touch became more apparent, he stared at my lips as he talked. “I’m not talking about in the training spot.” 

My lips parted and suddenly every feeling I had for him disappeared. Only one stayed- the desire I clung to. Instead of going to Abby, Bellamy and I went into his tent.

It was as if both our strengths had been regain, like we were both pushing our limits to be ignoring our pain to mix it with pleasure. Bellamy took his shirt off with such poise and it made me roll my eyes. I started undressing myself also. My eyes lingered on his chest, God, he was so defined. Like a Greek god or a statue made out of generosity.

"My eyes are up here, princess," he said as he pushes me down onto his bed.

I didn't like how much I secretly enjoyed him calling me princess. "You're so full of it, Blake."

He kissed me roughly, as if we didn't have time to spare to be kind to one another. Our hate lingered and I loved it. I winced in pain because of my lip and that caused him to groan into my mouth. He was making it harder and harder for me to not rush this.

I switched spots with Bellamy, God forbid he lets me control one thing. I kissed down his neck being anything but gentle to the parts I knew he was going to have a bruise at tomorrow.

"Fuck," he whispered.

My hands traveled down his chest and before I could do anything he traded spots with me. "Watch yourself princess, if you keep going- I don't think I can stop myself."

"I don't want you to."

Bellamy used his knee to spread apart my legs. He put his hand around my neck and slowly pushed down so I’d be lying flat on my back. I felt my stomach growing butterflies. “I will be anything but gentle with you–” He paused and stared at my lips. “But I think you can take it.”

[loveforbobandeliza]

Asked about chemistry at Heroes Comic Con Belgium (x)

Eliza: There was once I remember in season 7, after we got married, they were like tone it down

Bob: it was almost offensive because we've been playing these characters for 7 years and now because we're married you think we can't control ourselves

[silvanio-rockers]

portrait 📷 by David Bailey, 1977