#bellamy blake fluff

[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

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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.

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[ro-is-struggling]

Just Friends || Bellamy Blake x Reader

Summary: Trapped in space, alone and heartbroken, Bellamy and Y/N find solace in each other. As time passes, feelings begin to flutter between them. The only problem is that everyone seems to notice but them. 

I suck at summaries, it's cute I promise!

Warnings: set sometime between season 4 and season 5 (yk when Bellamy and the rest are on space), friends to lovers, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, fluff so much fluff, a little angst (Bellamy and the reader miss their friends on earth), Fem!reader (she/her pronouns)

English is not my first language

Word count: 4000+

Notes: I wrote this a long time ago and I completely forgot about it until a few days ago. I reread it and thought the concept was very cute and it was a shame that I never shared it with anyone. I asked you guys if you would like to read it and you said yes so here we are! I have a couple more fics that are almost ready to post so you might see more Bellamy on my blog. 

Also my requests are open for the 100 if you guys have any ideas you would like to see. For now I only write for Bellamy, but we’ll see if that changes

Y/N walked through the dark corridors of the spaceship in silence. She was upset. She had spent the last few hours tossing and turning in her bed trying to fall asleep but it was impossible. Her brain refused to shut up. It wasn't the first time this had happened to her. Ever since they had returned to space escaping the second nuclear apocalypse Y/N had started having trouble sleeping. Ironically, living there once again was much more peaceful and safe than her time on Earth. For the first time in years she could close her eyes without fear of being attacked by an enemy. But now what kept her awake was not the fear or guilt, but the uncertainty. There was so much she didn't know—when they would be able to return to Earth, how their friends were doing down there, what they would find when they got back—that she found it impossible to stop thinking about it. When the lights went out and she was left alone in the silence of what was now her room, all her brain did was think. And that night was no exception. 

Tired of tossing and turning and frustrated at not being able to sleep, Y/N decided it would be best to get up and try to clear her head. On Earth she probably would have taken the opportunity to go for a walk in the woods, letting the gentle breeze of air hit her body and clear her mind. He couldn't do that now, but over the course of days she discovered that looking out the ship's windows into space had a similar effect. So every night she settled in for a couple of hours to watch Earth from a distance and made a silent promise that she would return for her friends someday. 

This time when she arrived at her special place she discovered that someone else was already there. Bellamy was standing in front of the window with his hands inside his pants pockets. His eyes were fixed on Earth, but when Y/N approached she noticed his gaze was lost, probably immersed in his own destructive thoughts. She placed a hand on his back to let him know she was there causing him to turn for a moment to look at her.

"You can't sleep either, huh?" she said breaking the silence as she settled into her usual corner. Bellamy simply shook his head. "The thoughts that emerge when you're alone are the worst."

"Is that why you come here almost every night?" Bellamy finally spoke. His voice sounded deeper than usual and for a moment Y/N wondered if he had been crying. 

"Yes," she admitted. "For some reason it makes me feel better. It's like they're a little closer to me even though they're not really."

"Doesn't it make you feel worse?" he asked, sitting down next to her. "Knowing they're there and we're here and there's nothing we can do about it?" 

"Sometimes." She shrugged. "I miss them and I'm worried about them, but I know they're strong and they'll be okay. So when I feel bad I just look down to Earth and promise them I'll see them again." She admitted and Bellamy looked at her with a tired smile, amazed at her positivity. 

"I wish it were that easy."

"It's not, but it's all I can do for now so I can get a couple of hours of sleep."

The room fell silent. They both stared into the space in front of them again, lost in their own thoughts, reflecting on the situation and how much they missed their friends. Bellamy appreciated Y/N's words. While they didn't ease the heaviness he felt in his chest, they gave him a different, more positive outlook, and helped him not feel so alone.

Without saying a word, Y/N rested his head on Bellamy's shoulder. Her eyes were still glued to the window, her gaze lost in the distance as she let out a slight sigh. Bellamy leaned in to look at her for a moment, before leaning his head back against hers in a subtle gesture of support.

"This will pass. We'll be back on Earth and everyone will be safe and sound wondering what took us so long." She broke the silence, resting a hand on his leg in an attempt to reassure her friend. Y/N knew exactly what kind of thoughts were going through his head because she had those same thoughts herself, but they had to stay strong. And she also knew that it was difficult for Bellamy to process those thoughts and emotions in a healthy way. He was a natural leader and a very empathetic person, so his instinct was to care about others before himself. He spent his days encouraging others, making sure they stayed positive, when he was struggling with that too and had no one to talk to. 

"You will see Octavia again and you'll hug one more time. This is not the end. Raven will find a way to get us back to Earth, you'll see."

Bellamy didn't respond with words because he feared that he would end up crying if he did. He simply smiled and put an arm around her to pull her closer to his body. She snuggled into his chest, giving him gentle soothing caresses to which he responded by depositing a kiss on the top of her head. Y/N understood what he wanted to tell her even though he had not used words. Over time she had learned to read Bellamy as if he were her favorite book—and in a way he was.

They stayed there, entangled in each other's arms and enjoying the warmth their bodies radiated for longer than they should have. Without either of them anticipating it, their eyes began to feel heavy. The exhaustion of the day was finally winning them over. The pose they were in was not the most comfortable for sleeping, and if they were in that situation with anyone else they would probably not be able to fall asleep. But there was something strangely comforting about being snuggled together like this, they just couldn't help but relax. Y/N was the first to fall asleep. The warmth Bellamy provided and the rhythmic beating of his heart was all she needed to finally be able to close her eyes and rest. Her breathing slowly stabilized and by the time Bellamy realized it, his eyes were already closing from exhaustion. 

They were discovered by Raven and Emori the next day, who woke them up with cheeky smiles on their faces. Y/N was puzzled by their expression, but after joining the others for breakfast she understood the reason behind their smiles. Everyone teased them and looked at them funny for the rest of the day, singing childish songs about how they were in love and making heart shapes with their hands every time they were together. It was pretty annoying, but neither Bellamy nor Y/N said anything about it. It was the first time since they had been back in space that they saw their friends genuinely laugh. They didn't mind having to endure a couple of harmless jokes if it meant their friends could clear their minds even for a little while.

"What's with you and Bellamy?" Raven asked nonchalantly, taking Y/N by surprise.

"I thought I was here for you to teach me something useful." The young woman replied, trying to evade the question. 

"And I will, but we can chat in the meantime."

Y/N looked at her blankly and rolled her eyes. It had been kind of nice to see everyone focus on something fun and lighthearted for once, but things were starting to get out of control. It had been weeks since that incident and she was still dealing with the consequences. She understood that the days on the ship were boring, but the constant comments from Raven, Emori and Harper especially were starting to get to her. She and Bellamy were good friends, but now she had to make sure none of them were in the room before approaching him unless she wanted to have to endure the stares of the girls pinned to her back. 

"I prefer to work in silence, it helps me concentrate." Y/N muttered without much encouragement and this time it was Raven's turn to roll her eyes. 

"Oh, come on, don't be mean. I just want to know."

"There's nothing you need to know because there's nothing between us, Raven. How many times do I have to repeat myself?"

"I can understand if you don't want to tell me, but at least don't lie to me."

"I'm not lying to you."

"Come on, Y/N, we're not stupid." Emori spoke. "We know there's something between you."

"We're just friends." Y/N interrupted her before she could continue. 

"Friends who sleep together every night?" Raven asked sarcastically. "I always see you two getting up together in the mornings and the other night I saw you sneaking into his room when you thought no one saw you."

"It's not what you think. We just stay up talking when we can't sleep." She excused herself, feeling the blood all over her body pool in her cheeks. She understood that that could be misinterpreted, but there was really nothing going on between them. They were just two friends finding solace in each other. Bellamy trusted her enough to open up about his feelings, and if there was anyone who needed a shoulder to lean on, it was Bellamy. Their talks were important to both of them, falling asleep together was just an accident that ended up happening. It wasn't her fault that in his arms she found the comfort and peace she needed to fall asleep. It didn't mean anything, did it? They were just really good friends. 

"Yeah, right." Raven let out a sarcastic laugh. 

"I'm telling you the truth, it's not my fault you don't want to believe me."

"Let me get this straight, you're telling me that you guys spend all day together, you even sleep together, you act like idiots when you're around each other, but you're just friends?" The engineer asked, looking at her friend with a raised eyebrow.

"We don't act like idiots when we're together!" Y/N complained. What was that supposed to mean anyway?

"Girls, leave her alone," Harper said, finally joining the conversation. 

"Thank you! Finally someone who's on my side." 

"Clearly she hasn't realized she has feelings for Bellamy yet. When she's ready to face it she'll tell us."

"Wait, what?" exclaimed Y/N in surprise. She definitely wasn't expecting that to come from her friend's lips. "I thought you were on my side!"

"And I am, but I can't deny what I see. It's pretty obvious when you're together, the way you look at each other says it all. You may be in denial now, but when you accept it I suggest you talk it over with Bellamy because it's obvious he has feelings for you too."

"I'm not in love with Bellamy and he's not in love with me! How many times do I have to say it? We're just friends." 

"So you wouldn't mind if I asked him out?" Echo asked, suddenly joining the conversation. She looked at Y/N with a raised eyebrow, analyzing her body language as she waited for a response. The young woman opened her mouth to speak, but closed it almost immediately as a knot formed in her stomach. For some reason the idea of Echo and Bellamy together bothered her. But still that didn't mean she was in love with him, did it?

"No, of course not!" she rushed to reply as soon as she found her voice. She hoped that was enough to convince them, though the look on Echo's face told her otherwise.

"Why did you hesitate?" Raven pressed her with a smile on her face, fully aware that her friend was about to hit her to force her to shut up. 

"Oh for god's sake, would you just give it up already!" Y/N exclaimed, exhausted.  

"Okay, okay!" Raven laughed and put her hands up in defeat. She then went on to explain what she would be teaching him today, but no matter how hard Y/N tried she wasn't able to pay attention. All she could think about was Harper's words, echoing in her mind without giving her rest. Fortunately for her, Emori was paying attention and was able to follow Raven's lesson without her noticing her distraction. 

For the rest of the day her mind continued to be distracted, too wrapped up in her own thoughts to focus on the world around her. And what made her situation even worse was that she couldn't even look Bellamy in the eyes without remembering Harper's voice and Raven's looks. He noticed something was wrong with her, he was always able to tell when something was bothering her. Y/N saw it in his gaze, which was why she decided to lock herself in her room for the remainder of the day. She knew Bellamy would ask her what was wrong sooner or later and since she wasn't in a position to answer him at the moment, she made sure she had some time to clear her thoughts. 

After much debate with herself in the solitude of her room she came to the conclusion that Harper's words were ridiculous. It was impossible for her friend to know how she really felt about Bellamy before she herself realized it. That whole conversation had been ridiculous. They were just bored and looking for something to entertain themselves with.

But then she remembered the strange feeling that coursed through her body at the very idea of someone else starting a relationship with Bellamy.

'It wasn't just anyone, it was Echo', a voice in her mind said. 'It just bothered you because you don't know her that well and Bellamy is your friend. It's a normal reaction from a friend who cares about her friend and nothing more',  continuó, en un intento por convencerse a sí misma de que ese comentario no había despertado celos dentro de ella. 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone entering her room. Y/N didn't even have to look up to know who it was. Bellamy walked over to her and in a whisper asked her if she was awake, something they always did when they would walk into each other's room unexpectedly. She answered him and moved aside to make room on the bed for him to lie down. Soon she ended up cuddled by Bellamy's body heat with her head resting on his bare torso as he stroked her back. That relaxed her, the tension she hadn't realized was building up in her shoulders soon disappeared. A smile formed on her face at the irony that he was the only one who could calm her in that situation. 

"Are you okay?" Bellamy asked her in a whisper. "I noticed you were acting strange today and then you just disappeared."

"Yeah, I'm fine." She assured him. "I just had a lot on my mind, but I'm fine now."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No. At least not for now." She murmured against his chest, not daring to look into his eyes fearing he would be able to read in them the thoughts that were going through her mind. "Why are you here? I feel like you didn't come just to ask me about my mood."

"And you'd be right." He admitted letting out a sigh. "I couldn't sleep." 

"The dreams again?"

"Yeah, only this time Clarke showed up too."

"You need to stop blaming yourself for that. It was her decision and we both know damn well we couldn't have changed her mind. We were all going to die there and she would never let that happen."

"No, but we did let her die." 

"Bellamy..." Y/N whispered. It hurt her to talk about it as much as it hurt him, but for some reason it hurt more to know that he was having those horrible thoughts and there was nothing she could do to stop it.  

"I know, I'm sorry." He interrupted her, letting out a tired sigh as he ran his free hand through his long hair. "You're right about everything, I know, but that doesn't make it any easier."

"I know how hard it is. I miss her too, but this is what she wanted. She saved us and now it's up to us to live our lives honoring her sacrifice and her memory." 

A comfortable silence formed in the room as they both enjoyed each other's company and tried to clear their minds. Y/N concentrated on the rhythmic beating of Bellamy's heart and the gentle caresses his fingers traced over her back, drawing imaginary figures on her skin. For a moment she forgot everything that had been bothering her during the day. The comments of her friends that had had her so anxious, faded out of her mind. It was as if all of a sudden everyone else had ceased to exist, as if the universe around them had disappeared and the only thing that continued to exist were the two of them. That was the special effect Bellamy had on her. He was able to bring her peace just with a simple hug or just a look. 

"Thank you" Bellamy murmured, catching Y/N's attention. 

"Why?" the young woman asked. She lifted her head to look at him, resting her chin on his chest as her curious eyes rested on his. 

"For always being there for me when I needed it."

"You don't have to thank me, I'd do anything for you, Bell, you know that." 

"I know, but I still want to. You have no idea how much you helped me with all this stuff we're going through. I honestly don't know what would happen to me without you by my side." 

"You'd be fine because you're strong, Bellamy. You're a survivor."

"I don't know, after everything we went through I don't think I could have made it this far without you," Bellamy said, his voice cracking. Y/N's heart squeezed in her chest. "If I had lost you there too I wouldn't have been able to continue.... I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm glad you're here with me." 

"Oh, Bellamy" Y/N whispered, deeply touched by her friend's words. She cupped one of his cheeks in her hand, gently stroking the skin with her thumb. He leaned his head over her hand and closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the feeling of calm and happiness that the touch of Y/N's fingers awakened in him. When he opened them again he met his friend's intense gaze, charged with love and tenderness. Then, without realizing what was happening, they shortened the distance that separated them and joined their lips in a kiss. 

It was tentative at first. They had both let themselves be carried away by what they felt deep inside, and were testing whether it was a good idea or not. Y/N thought she would feel strange kissing him, that as soon as their lips brushed a feeling of awkwardness would run through her body and force her to pull away. But, much to her surprise, she felt quite the opposite. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, fitting together as if they had been created to be joined together. 

A tingling sensation spread throughout her entire body, starting at her lips and going to the tips of her toes, as Bellamy intensified the kiss. He pulled her closer to his body and she ended up sitting on top of him, one leg on either side of his waist. He cupped Y/N's face and deepened the union of their lips, their tongues caressing each other curiously. With his free hand, he explored every inch of skin within reach, arousing waves of electricity that coursed down Y/N's spine. Her skin felt like it was on fire, but despite that she couldn't tear herself away from Bellamy. His growing beard felt rough against the sensitive skin of her face, but the strange tingle only added a new sensation that mingled deliciously with the pleasure of the passionate kiss.

They kissed like they were desperate to feel each other's company. Like they were afraid of vanishing into thin air if they were separated. Like it was their last day left to live and this was the only chance they had to feel their soft lips together. 

They kissed with the desperation that came with having hidden —consciously or unconsciously— what they felt for each other. They needed to feel their lips together. They needed to feel the warmth of their bodies pressed together, the delicate touch of skin against skin awakening a flame inside them. They needed each other. They had spent too long pretending they were nothing more than friends to be able to control themselves now.

They only separated when the need for air forced them. Their breathing was rapid and their hearts were pounding in their chests. They rejoined their lips once more in a short, sloppy kiss before they had to separate once more. Only this time it was not because of shortness of breath, but because of the giggles Y/N was unable to control. She hid her face in Bellamy's neck in an attempt to calm down, taking the opportunity to deposit a couple of kisses there in between giggles.

"What's so funny?" Bellamy asked, puzzled by Y/N's sudden change in attitude. 

"Nothing, its just that today I almost beat Raven to get her to stop insisting that there was something between us that we weren't telling her." She murmured against his neck. This time it was Bellamy's turn to let out a laugh.

"I guess everyone figured it out before we did."

"She won't stop teasing us when she finds out," Y/N groaned, figuring her friend wouldn't stop reminding them that she was right from now on. 

"Probably, but it's worth putting up with his comments from time to time, isn't it?" Bellamy inquired, hiding in his words what he really wanted to ask her. 

Was it worth risking it all to bet on a relationship? 

He was more than willing to do it. Now that he finally understood—and accepted—his feelings he would do anything to be with her. 

Y/N understood the true message behind his words as soon as she heard him utter them. By now they knew each other so well that they were able to understand each other without even speaking. She pulled her head out of its hiding place in Bellamy's neck and sat up to look at him. His eyes watched her intently, waiting for the answer to her implied question. Y/N noticed a special sparkle in them, one she hadn't seen in him in a while. His eyes were shining with happiness. That put a smile on her face. Nothing made her feel better than seeing Bellamy happy. She reached out one of her arms to gently caress his cheek, sliding her thumb back and forth over the soft skin. He responded to her gesture by resting his hands on her waist, delicately touching the exposed skin her shirt didn't cover. Each brush of his fingers awakened a new tingle inside her. She could not understand how such a simple act could provoke such a reaction from her body. She had never experienced anything like that before. Only he had that effect on her. 

"Of course it's worth it!" assured Y/N. "I'm willing to put up with Raven teasing me for the rest of my life if it means I can kiss you again."

Bellamy smiled and was quick to rejoin their lips. It was a slower kiss than the last, much sweeter and more sensual. They had no reason to rush things anymore, they knew they both felt something more than friendship. They would have plenty of time to be together and memorize every corner of each other's bodies. It was better to go slowly, to enjoy every moment together, every caress, every kiss, as if it were the first. Find out exactly how they felt about each other and whether their relationship would have a future. Although judging by the way her body reacted to every slight touch of Bellamy's hands, Y/N was confident that they would be together for a long time.

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[bellarkeselection]

The earlier seasons of The 100 were the best 👌 ❤️

Bellamy Blake requests if anyone has any

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[blvckqwz]

Home Again

Y/N Kane, the daugher of the vice-chancellor Marcus Kane, is send on the ground with the rest of the 100 after "stealing medicine". Will she be able to survive and overcome the diffrences between her and the people stuck on that dangerous planet like her or will she die? Find out in this canon rewrite of the 100 which follows the events of the fist season of the tv series.

MATERIAL LIST

•Pilot

•Earth Skills

•Earth Kills

•Murphy’s Law

•Twilight’s Last Gleaming

•His Sister’s Keeper

•Contents Under Pressure

•Day Trip

•Unity Day

•I Am Become Death

•The Calm

•We Are Grounders – Part I

•We Are Grounders – Part II

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[venuscameron]

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[alannacouture]

So, for reasons unknown to me, Ao3 wouldn’t let me upload this w my Bellarke Valentine’s Day fic. So I’m sharing it here in hope you’ll go visit my story (it’s very fluffy, I promise). ❤️❤️❤️

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44920405

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[countrymusiclover]

I have already written one where Abby and Kane have a kid together but I am considering doing another one

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[grotesquebellamy]

Updated Masterlist

last updated: 5/17/2022

request: open

The 100

Scattered Memories | B.B.

Absquatulate | B.B.

What We Deserve | J.M.

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[slut4thebroken]

Jealousy

Pairing | Bellamy Blake x reader Summary | You plan to make Bellamy jealous to get some attention… not to spoil anything but it works. Warnings | sexual content, 18+, verbal humiliation, knife play, exhibitionism, bondage, possessive behavior, face fucking, edging, Words | 6k Notes | reader pov, they’re dating, it’s season one. Also I do plan on revising this soon. Ao3 link | <3 Masterlist

As you sat by the fire eating your food you watched Bellamy across camp. He's been busy building the wall and taking care of everything else all day and has barely even looked at you. He promised he'd find enough time to be with you... but that was two days ago. Normally you wouldn't be so clingy, especially because what he's doing is very important for the camp and everyone in it but to be honest... you're really really horny. The last time Bellamy has spent "intimate" time with you was two weeks ago. 

Deciding to do something about it you got up and walked over to Finn who was standing on the other side of the camp fire closer to Bellamy. 

"Hey, princess." You roll your eyes at that. Everyone keeps calling you princess and you're not really sure why. Some say it's because Bellamy is the "king" but then wouldn't you be the queen? 

"I told you not to call me that."

"Why not? Bellamy calls you that." He said with a small smirk. You looked at him, clearly annoyed and starting to regret your decision to talk to him a little bit. 

"Bellamy is my boyfriend. Obviously he can can call me that-" you looked over at Bellamy again and sighed turning back to Finn, deciding to just be straight forward and say it. 

"Whatever. Look I'm only talking to you to get a reaction from him, so are you in or not?" You crossed your arms over your chest waiting for his answer. His smirk never left his face. 

"Trying to make the king jealous, princess?" You just stared at him waiting for his answer. He chuckled and said "Yeah alright I'm in. What exactly does "in" entail?" 

"I don't know I'll touch your arm and laugh like you said something funny and you can... I don't know tuck my hair behind my ear or something? It shouldn't take much honestly." He agreed, knowing how easily jealous Bellamy could get. 

"You do realize Bellamy will kill me right?" A small smile crossed your face. "Don't worry about that," you laughed lightly, "I'll make sure he spares you." Your tone was teasing but he still seemed a little hesitant. 

You glanced at Bellamy one more time. He was facing your direction but talking to someone and not looking at you. Sighing you put your hand on Finn's arm and gave him one last questioning look and he nodded. 

You let out a loud laugh, trying to make it sound like the one that's only reserved for Bellamy, and trying to make it loud enough that he'd notice but not too loud that it'd be suspicious. You slowly trailed your hand down his arm as your laugh died off and brought your hand back to your side when you reached his hand. 

Finn was smiling, clearly entertained by your theatrics. He brought his hand up to your face and tucked your hair behind your ear. He went in for the kill and leaned down so his lips were almost touching your ear and whispered "He's watching. I know what'll make him snap, but if I die for this I'm coming back to life to kill you too." You let out a small laugh again and he brought his hand up to your waist then slid it to the small of your back. 

You bit your lip trying to contain your laugh because Finn was definetly in for it now. He pulled his face away from your ear but kept it close to your face. You heard someone clear their throat from behind you and you immediately took a step back and turned around. 

As expected, Bellamy's angry eyes met your's when you faced him. You put on your sweetest smile as if you hadn't just been fake flirting with Finn and let out a breathy, "Hi." 

He raised an eyebrow at you and glanced behind you at Finn. 

"Are you okay?" You kept up the sweet act hoping it'd make him go easier on your punishment later. His jaw clenched and he looked between you and Finn once more before grabbing your arm and dragging you away. 

You put up a little bit of a fight, but your excitement was only growing. "Ow. Hey! Bellamy, I was busy talking to Finn."

He stopped and turned to you and his expression made you take a step back- you were really in for it now. 

"I'm sure you were very busy talking to Finn."

"Yeah, I was." You tried taking your arm out of his grasp but he only gripped you harder. He turned around again and went straight to his tent, opening the flap and pushing you inside. 

"Ow fucking watch it!" 

He closed the flap and rushed toward you. He grabbed your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him, "I'd watch your mouth if I were you, princess." His voice was quiet but full of jealousy and anger. He took a step back and looked you up and down, and you tried your best not to squirm under his gaze. His eyes landed back on yours, "Take off your clothes." 

You stood there deciding how to play this. Submit willingly and he'd probably reward you... but also he probably wouldn't because of tonight's events. Or make things harder for him. Realizing both options would probably have similar outcomes you choose the fun one. 

You crossed your arms over your chest and just stared at him. He squared his shoulders and raised his chin making him look more intimidating and took a step toward you. 

"Take of your clothes." His voice laced with venom, kind of scaring you but you held your ground and just kept looking up at him. 

"Are you sure this is how you want to play this, princess?" 

You didn't move. 

He sighed and clenched his jaw, "Fine."

He took another step toward you and began taking off your jacket, but not without a fight from you. Unsurprisingly, he succeeded and tossed it to the floor. 

He took out a knife from his side pocket in his pants and your eyes widened. You moved to step back but he grabbed your hair and tilted your head back and said, "You might want to stay still for this." He smirked as you stayed frozen, your breathing labored, then lowered the knife to your shirt and cut it down the middle, "Hey!"

You didn't get to finish because he raised the knife to your throat, his eyes telling you, ordering you, to shut up. And you did. He dropped the knife and then took off your shirt, ripping off part of the bottom and bringing it up to your mouth. 

"I told you to watch your mouth." He said while starting to gag you. You pushed him back still not ready to completely submit yet and he grabbed your wrists, "Do I need to get the handcuffs too?" 

You stared at him and clenched your jaw, eyes wandering to some of stuff that came with the guard uniform he came down in. He smirked at you again and set down the piece of cloth.

"Fine." 

He walked over to the pile and grabbed the cuffs. He forced you around, now facing his makeshift bed, and he took off your bra before you even realized what was happening. 

"Hey-" you started turning around but he grabbed your wrist and pushed your top half into the bed, forcing your hands behind you. Once they were cuffed he lifted you and turned you around and picked up the piece of cloth. 

"Open." 

Not surprising either of you, you didn't.

He sighed again and grabbed your jaw forcing your mouth open before inserting the gag and tying it behind your head. He stepped back and looked you up and down with a smirk, clearly impressed with his work. You rolled your eyes.  

You heard the noise before you felt the sting on your cheek and let out a short groan turning back to him, a little suprised. 

"You need to fix your attitude right now unless you want more punishment than you're already getting." 

Now might be a good time to finally submit... but you weren't done having fun yet. So you rolled your eyes again. He brought a hand up to your throat and used the other to slap you again. He studied you for a moment longer before reaching up and pulling the gag out of your mouth. 

"You know what? I know a better way to fill your mouth." He shoved you down to your knees, your face falling forward into his legs from you lack of arm mobility and balance. He grabbed your hair and yanked your head back making you whine quietly. 

His hands moved to his belt, taking it off and setting it on the bed. You had a feeling that was going to be used later... He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them and his underwear down just past his balls before taking his cock in his hand and stroking it. 

"You want it?" Smirking more than before if that were even possible. And...yes. You did want it. But you weren't going to tell him that. You sat back on your heels and looked up at him with a bored expression. 

Clearly growing annoying at your behavior he grabbed your hair and yanked you back up. When your mouth opened to let out a pained groan he stuck his cock in, suprising you and making you choke a bit. 

"Gagging already? I thought I trained you better than that, slut." You breathed out of your nose and relaxed your throat. With your hands behind your back and his hands in your hair you had no choice but to take as much or as little as he decided to give you. 

After another minute of slowly dragging your mouth over his cock he pulled your head back, "Say "thank you" princess." Your breathing was heavy when you locked your eyes on his, a smirk of your own growing on your face. 

"Thank you, princess." You mocked him and he slapped you harder than the last two times. You groaned and kept your face to the side before he yanked your head back in place and started fucking your mouth again. 

"You don't even deserve my cock." His breathing was getting heavy, "You went through all of that effort with Finn just to throw it away with your attitude." 

Finn. All of that felt like ages ago. 

"You know, if you wanted my cock so bad, all you had to do was ask, not whore around with the entire camp." A particularly rough thrust made you gag again and tears were welling up in your eyes. 

"Maybe you can't help it," his voice was sickeningly sweet, "maybe you're just a fucking cockslut that will take it from anyone who offers." He pulled you off his cock and you slowly shook your head 'no'. 

"No?" 

You raised your eyes to look at him, already starting to submit to him. He pulled your hair up until you're standing and pushed you forward into a kiss. The kiss was messy from all of the spit in your mouth from having your throat fucked but it was perfect. You went to move your hands into his hair but felt the pull of the cuffs on your wrists. 

You pulled back, both of you panting a bit. "Please," you whispered, "I want to touch you. Bell, please." He brought his hand up to the side of your head and you leaned into his touch. 

After another few moments he shook his head. "If you want to be rewarded you need to be good and prove that you deserve it." You immediately nodded your head and he let out a breathy laugh. 

"I can- I'll be good- I am good. Please, Bell." 

"You need to prove it, princess. I'm not letting you off the hook that easy after everything you've done tonight." Hot shame filled your body and reddened your cheeks. You looked at the ground, "I- I'm sorry." you whispered. 

"Please, I'm sorry I-" you broke off into a sob and he shushed you, bringing you into another kiss. 

"It's okay, princess. You'll have your chance to prove it. Sit on the bed." His voice was soft and it made you melt and instantly obey him. 

"Good girl." 

A shaky breath left your mouth. He tucked his dick back in his pants and kneeled in front of you. He grabbed the knife from the floor and put it next to you on the bed with his belt then took off your shoes and socks. He reached up and unbuttoned your pants, grabbing your hips to pull you up onto your feet before sliding them and your underwear down your legs. You stepped out of them and he stood up with you and brought you in to another kiss. 

His hands were everywhere- your back, waist, ass, chest, neck, face. It was heaven. You moaned into the kiss and the hand on your waist squeezed hard until you whimpered. He pulled back and trailed kisses down your jaw onto your neck, taking his time and leaving as many marks as possible. You moaned his name and longed to touch him, but knew you didn't deserve it yet. 

He pulled back and took a step back as well. His eyes went from yours, to your neck, then down and back up your body. He took off his shirt and you inhaled sharply. He then bent down to take off his shoes and socks and noticed your legs squeezed together. He brought his hands up to your thighs and separated them. 

"Did I say you could feel pleasure yet?" 

You honestly thought he was joking for a second because squeezing your thighs together barely did anything, but he stared at you waiting for your answer. 

"N-no." You disappointed him again. "I'm sorry..." you said quietly. 

He stood and dragged his hands up your body to your waist, "It's okay, princess. Just don't let it happen again."

"I won't." You were quick to answer. He kissed you again but only briefly this time. His fingers tucked into the waist band of his pants and underwear and your mouth started watering.

"I'll ask you one more time. You want it?" He repeated his earlier question and you didn't hesitate to answer this time. 

"Yes. Please. Please Bellamy." Nodding your head. He grabbed your throat to stop the movement and studied your face, "God you're desperate." The degrading words mixed with the adoration in his tone made you almost squeeze your legs together again. He caught the action and looked back up to you with a small smile, "Good girl." 

Your heart fluttered.

He stepped back and pulled his pants and underwear down, stepping out of them. Your breathing accelerated as you looked at his body- he's so beautiful.  

"You're so beautiful." 

You froze. Both of you equally suprised by the words that just left your mouth. But he smiled and kissed you hard. 

"Trust me, princess, you're the beautiful one in this relationship." You laughed lightly and shook your head. 

He walked away from you leaving you confused for a second before he returned with the keys and turned you around to take the hand cuffs off.

"Can I please touch you, Bell?" You asked, quietly, wanting to still be good for him. 

"Of course, princess." 

Your hands immediately went to his hair and pulled him into a kiss. Somehow each one was always better than the last. With his hands on your waist, he walked you backwards until your legs hit the bed and gently laid you down. You pulled him on top of you, starting to get impatient and he chuckled. 

You continued kissing until he pulled away leaving both of you breathless. He stared at you a minute longer then sat up and reached behind himself and grabbed the knife. 

At your sharp inhale he looked back at you. 

"Relax, princess." He twirled the knife around in his hand, examining it, and met your eyes again with a smirk. 

He pressed the flat end of the blade against your nipple and you let out a whine at the cold sensation. He took the blade away then brought his mouth down and licked over it teasingly. You arched your back at the abrupt change in temperature and he pulled his head back to meet your eyes. 

"I'd stay still if I were you."

He trailed the tip of the blade down from your collar bone to your breast, pressing the flat end on your nipple like he had done with the other one. 

"Bell..." Your voice was airy and your breathing labored. He leaned back over your head and lightly trailed the blade down your jawline, then used it to pull your bottom lip down before letting it go. 

"Scared, princess?" Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, trying to stay as still as possible. You swallowed loudly and just looked up at him unable to form any actual words. 

The cold metal pressed against your throat and your eyes widened even more as you gasped. 

"Answer me." His voice was dark and made you tremble even more than you already were. 

"Yes." You whispered. 

He gave you a small smile, "Good." He studied your face a little before asking, "Color?"

It took you a second to remember what that was supposed to mean because you honestly didn't have any thoughts in your head other than Bellamy Bellamy Bellamy. 

"Green." You nodded. He smiled again and nodded back. 

"I have an idea." He looked at you with mischief and lust in his eyes. He set the knife down next to your head and took the piece of cloth that was still tied around your neck and brought it up to your eyes, blinding you. 

He gave you a short kiss before whispering against your lips, "Is this okay?" You nodded. When he didn't move you realized he was probably waiting for an answer, "Yes." 

"Good girl." 

He kissed you again, his tongue invading your mouth easily winning dominance over your own. He trailed kisses down your jaw and neck, leaving as many marks as he could. He made his way down your chest and sucked your nipple into his mouth before gently biting it. He used his hand to pinch the other one and you let out a low moan, putting your fingers in his hair. He switched and continued torturing your nipples for a little bit longer before trailing kisses down your stomach. His hands were warm as they dragged down your sides. 

With your hands still in his hair you gently pushed his head down, silently asking him to finally give you what you need. His head raised and you felt icy cold on your neck making you freeze. 

"Dont be greedy."

"I'm sorry." 

The pressure was gone from your neck and you let out a heavy breath, relaxing. 

You felt his warm breath over your heat and you unconsciously raised your hips. His hands grabbed you and forced you back down but you were still squirming. You felt cold on the inside of your thigh and immediately froze again. 

He trailed the knife up to your hip before lightly pressing the side into the skin. You whimpered but didn't move. 

"Stay still. If you don't the consequences are your fault not mine." 

You let out a very heavy breath and tightened your fingers in his hair. He lowered his face down to your cunt and pressed a slow kiss against your clit. He licked his tongue from bottom to top and you begged your body to not betray you. 

You whined his name and he sucked your clit into his mouth, making you tighten your grip in his hair even more and let out a loud moan. 

He continued licking and sucking and biting and your moans only grew louder and louder. 

Your hips thrusted up into the knife and you let out a small scream at the feeling of your skin tearing. He pulled his head and the knife away from you and you felt warm and wet on your hip as he licked the blood clean. You moaned the loudest you had all night and he shushed you. 

"Do you want the whole camp to know how much of a slut you are for me?" 

You whined loudly and felt his hand around your throat then a breath at your ear. 

"You do want that don't you, princess? Want the whole camp to hear how good you're being for me?" You continued whining and squirming your hips trying to get friction. 

"You know... I was going to save you the embarrassment of using the belt, but now I'm not so sure." Your hands moved to his back dragging your nails down hard. 

"I bet you'd love that wouldn't you? Having everyone hear your moans when I spank you. Maybe someone would even come in, concerned about all of the screaming. Maybe Finn would come in. See you with your ass up in the air begging me to hit you... begging me to fuck you." 

At this point you were basically sobbing from desperation. Needing him to touch you or do literally anything. 

"Maybe then you'll finally realize that I'm the only one who can make you feel like this."

Sobbing harder than before you nodded your head quickly. 

"O- only you, Bell."

"'Only me" what?" 

"Only you can make me feel like this! Only you can make me feel good- Bellamy, please!"

"'Please" what, Princess? Tell me what you want."

"Please fuck me," you sobbed, "Please, Bell I need your cock!" 

You felt him shift and then his weight was gone. You were only confused for a second before you felt hands on your hips turning you on your stomach then raising your ass up. 

"B-bell..." You weren't sure you were actually ready for the entire camp to hear Bellamy spank you, but you trusted him. 

He shushed you and you felt his cock at your entrance. You forced a breath out and shifted your hips back, trying to get him inside already. 

You felt him slowly enter you and then his weight was over your body, mouth by your ear. He moaned your name and you squeezed your eyes shut under the blindfold and opened your mouth in a silent moan. 

He leaned back up and brought his hands to your upper back and pushed down, then pulled out before slamming himself back in. 

He continued slow but hard thrusts until you were crying his name and begging for more. 

"Bell- fuck... Bellamy, please-" you gasped after a particularly hard thrust. 

"Tell me what you want, princess."

"Please. Faster- please I need-" you cut yourself off with a sob but he seemed to understand. He took your wrists from beside your head and brought them behind your back, pushing your face and chest fully into the bed. 

He gripped your wrists tighter and began fucking you faster. You put your face into his makeshift pillow to muffle your screams, but the sound of skin slapping against skin was obvious and anyone near the tent would definitely know what was happening. 

He held both of your wrists in one hand and slapped your ass, making you cry out and arch your back even more. He reached forward to grab your hair and pulled your hair back, "Who owns you?" His voice was full of lust and jealousy and anger. 

"You, Bellamy!" You cried, beginning to near your orgasm. 

"Tell me!"

"You own me, Bellamy! I'm yours!" His thrusts slowed and you whined out a 'no' while trying to move your hips against him. He pulled out and flipped you onto your back then took off the blind fold. 

You looked at him with tears in your eyes, your orgasm getting farther and farther away. "Please! Please I need to come- Bellamy!" 

"You come when and if I allow it. You only feel pleasure if I allow it." He lowered his voice and picked up the knife again, putting it to your throat, "You only feel pain... if I allow it." He trailed the blade down your cheek and your mouth opened in a gasp. He slowly put the knife in your mouth and you stuck out your tongue underneath it. 

"Do you understand?" His voice was still quiet but full of dominance. 

You nodded. 

"Good." He took the knife away and lifted your legs onto his shoulders before sliding his cock back into you with a groan. 

"Your body is mine. Your orgasms... are mine. Why is that, princess?" 

"Because I belong to you. I'm yours." You said without hesitation.

He started fucking you again, just as rough as before, and your hands went to his hair. Your legs were starting to burn in this position but fuck it felt so good. He put the knife down and wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing tightly. 

He put two fingers in your mouth, intentionally making you gag, "This mouth... is mine." He whispered. 

He took his fingers out and moved his hand to grope at your breast, "These tits are mine." He squeezed your nipple and pulled it hard, the pain making you feel so good. 

He moved his hand down to your clit and you gasped, then let out a loud moan, "This cunt... is mine." You nodded and moved your hands to his back, dragging your nails across him. 

He continued rubbing your clit and fucking you and you were dangerously close to your orgasm. Or... Bellamy's orgasm. 

"Bell-" you choked out, overwhelmed by pleasure. 

"Bellamy please!" his hand tightened around your throat and you let out another loud moan. 

"Bellamy, can I- please let me come..." Your voice was softer as you finally accepted that Bellamy is the one who owns you, takes care of you... and whatever he decides, you'll take it graciously. 

He continued staring at you then removed his hand from your clit. You tried not to scream as you felt your orgasm slipping away once again. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to yours, tongue easily invading your mouth. He continued kissing and fucking you for a bit until he finally lifted his face to look at you. His thrusts slowed but were just as rough. 

You took a deep breath and let your desperation subside, Bellamy would take care of you. He knows exactly what you need. 

"What do you want, princess?" His voice was quiet but rough. 

"Can I..." You turned away feeling embarrassed, but he grabbed your chin and turned your face back to his. 

"What?" His voice was so sweet and you almost forgot that he asked you something. The hand from your chin moved to the side of your head and you instinctively leaned into it. 

"I want to..." you cleared your throat, unsure why the words were so hard to get out after everything that's happened tonight. 

"Can- can I please make you come? I... I want to swallow it... please..." 

He almost looked suprised- probably expecting you to ask to come again- but he gave you a tiny smile, "What my princess wants, my princess gets." 

His princess. 

With new butterflies in your stomach he slowed to a stop and pulled out. You whined at the emptiness, already missing the feeling of being full. He kissed you again shortly before motioning for you to switch places with him. 

He laid on the bed while you kneeled between his legs, silently waiting for his permission. He nodded and you eagerly dove toward his cock, taking in more than half and almost choking yourself in the process. You moaned at the taste of yourself on him. 

His hands moved to your hair and lightly pulled you off of him, "Slow down, princess." 

You cleared your throat, already feeling sore, and apologized. He moved you back down and you slowly took him into your mouth but this time you went down farther, until your lips were almost at the base. You came back up and pulled off, sucking in a breath of air, then immediately went back down. He groaned and tightened his fingers in your hair. You looked up at him meeting his eyes and he moaned your name. 

"Fuck, princess. Come on... all the way down." He encouraged you as he slowly pushed your head down until your lips were at the base. He held you there and you willed yourself not to gag and took a deep breath through your nose. 

Your hands had a death grip on his thighs, but moved one up to play with his balls. 

"Fuck..." He pulled your head up then immediately back down and came, groaning your name. You gagged as your mouth was filled, but he held you down until he was done. You swallowed then immediately coughed and tried to catch your breath. 

He opened his eyes and looked at you, then motioned you forward. You straddled his hips and he pulled your head down into a kiss. This one was sweet. Not rough, but slow and full of love. You raked your fingers through his hair and sighed in content. 

He pulled back then moved his hands to your hips, pulling you forward. You were confused as he kept pulling you but let out a gasp when you realized his intentions. 

He smirked up at you when your knees were on either side of his head and pulled you down onto his face, immediately sticking your clit into his mouth. You moaned and grabbed onto his hair. He stuck his tongue inside you a couple times before moving back to your clit; biting, sucking, and licking. Your hips were grinding against his face and if you weren't so close to coming you might've been embarrassed about it. 

"Bellamy..." You whispered, warning him off your impending orgasm. He pulled his head back and lifted your hips a bit to talk, both of you panting. 

"You can come, princess. Whenever you're ready." 

You let out a huge breath in relief, "Thank you." You basically sobbed out. 

"Th- thank you, Bell." You let out a long moan as he buried his face in your cunt again. His mouth was working vigorously on your clit and you knew you could come any second now. 

With your hands tight in his hair, you moved your pussy against his face, trying to increase the friction. He moaned against you and that sent you over the edge. You were probably suffocating him but all you could focus on was how fucking good this felt. 

"Thank you! Thank you," You sobbed, "thank you..." 

"Bellamy..." You whined, crying harder than before. He lowered his head and lifted your hips off of him, moving you to lay beside him. He pulled you into his arms and stroked your hair as your crying slowed. 

After a while of silence, only filled by both of your breathing, you spoke. "I... I'm sorry about Finn..." You kept your face buried in his chest but he grabbed you chin and raised it until your eyes met his. He looked between your eyes then at the rest of your face and let out a breath. 

"I know, princess." He had a small smile so that was a good thing right? 

"I just... I just missed you a lot but you've been so busy running the entire camp and... and I don't know. At the time making you jealous seemed like a good idea, but I guess I can't really think straight when I'm horny." You both quietly laughed at that. 

"Also I promised Finn that you wouldn't kill him." He rolled his eyes and laughed again. 

"We'll see." His eyes trailed down your neck and chest and a smirk was forming on his face. 

"...What?" You asked, very suspicious. 

"If the camp didn't know you are mine before... they definitely will now." He started laughing and you raised a hand to your neck, unamused. 

"That's not fair."

"What's not fair, princess?" He was still smiling even though you were frowning at this. 

"If everyone knows that I'm yours then they should know that you're mine too." You glanced at his neck then back up to his eyes. He raised an eyebrow then laid down on his back. 

"Alright then. Go ahead." You narrowed your eyes at him, somehow feeling like this was a trick, and he laughed at that. "What? They should know that I belong to the most beautiful woman in camp." 

"On the planet actually." He corrected. Now you laughed at this. 

"You're just trying to get in my pants again." 

You never wanted this moment to end. 

"Maybe." His smile was as wide as yours. "Keep up the "most beautiful woman on the planet" crap and you'll get there." Your laughter died down but you were both still smiling like idiots. 

He cleared his throat and leaned a little back from you. "Get it over with then."

"'Get it over with'? Excuse me?" He was holding back a laugh and you dove into his neck biting the skin making him hiss. You kissed up and down his neck, sucking and licking as you went, trying to leave as many marks as he did. 

You were half on top of him and his hands settled on your back then moved down to grip your waist.

His mouth was right next to your ear as he whispered, "If you don't stop soon, I will be getting into your pants again tonight." You chuckled and pulled back, staring at him until he leaned up to kiss you, soft and slow. You smiled into the kiss and he slowly started smiling as well. 

You leaned back, laying next to him in his arms and fell asleep to him stroking your hair. 

When you woke, Bellamy wasn't there. You vaguely wondered what time it was but were way to tired to care. Before you could fall back asleep though, you were woken by someone coming in the tent. You squinted your eyes open and saw Bellamy. 

He kneeled by the bed and offered you a cup, "I figured you'd want some water." He blushed at the implication. You took it and chugged the entire thing, already feeling the soreness slowly go away.   

"Thanks." You rasped. God your throat was going to be sore for at least a day or two. 

"Sorry..." he said sheepishly, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck. "Don't be." You smiled at him hoping he understood to not feel bad about it. That you liked the constant reminder of your time with him- the ache in your cunt was a pretty good reminder as well. 

"What time is it?" 

"Almost 11. Perks of being the princess, I gave you the morning off." He teased, smiling at you. You laughed and shook your head. "I take it I'm on afternoon and night duty then?" You weren't a guard because Bellamy wouldn't let you anywhere near the woods with out him so you did what you could around camp. Helping Clarke with medical stuff, building the wall, cooking food. Whatever needed done. 

You started getting dressed and putting your shoes on. He smirked and shrugged his shoulders, "Can't let the people think I have favorites can I?" When you were dressed you slowly stepped toward him and put your palms on his abs sliding them up to hang around his shoulders. 

"Not even if I can bribe my way out of it?" Your face was inches from his and he put his hands on your hips, holding you tight. 

"What did you have in mind?" 

You brought your lips to his neck and kissed up to his ear while trailing a hand down his chest and stomach resting on the top of his pants. You gently bit his ear lobe then whispered, "I can think of a few things." 

His hand moved to your neck and he pushed your head back to look at him. You bit your lip and tried to give him the best faux innocent look possible. 

You moved your hand to the button on his pants but didn't try to undo it yet. 

"Well? My king..." You smirked at him, on the verge of laughing, and his grip around your throat tightened. He stared at you another minute before his eyes hardened and his jaw clenched. He let go of your throat and stepped out of reach from you. 

"No. I'll see you back here tonight." You laughed as he adjusted his pants before leaving the tent. 

You made sure you had everything you needed before leaving the tent. You walked over to the food and grabbed some fruit. Someone clearing their throat behind you caught your attention. You turned around and saw Finn. He was smiling but as soon as he saw your appearance he burst out laughing. You crossed your arms, unamused. 

"I take it it worked then?" He smirked, trying to hold back his laughter. 

"Is it that bad?" You raised and hand to your neck subconsciously. When he didn't answer and just kept looking at you like that you sighed, shaking your head. 

"I told him not to kill you but I'm starting to change my mind." You gave him a sarcastic smile and he raised his hands in defense. 

Your attention was caught by Bellamy walking up to you. He put an arm around your waist but was looking at Finn. 

"Everything okay?"

"Yep!" You answered even though he was still staring at Finn, hard expression on his face. He raised an eyebrow and clenched his jaw and Finn excused himself. 

"You don't have to be so mean to the poor kid." He looked at you and his expression softened but he rolled his eyes. Sighing and trying to let it go he removed his arm from your waist and moved in front of you. 

"Octavia said she could use some extra help with the meat."  

"Alright." You smiled and started to walk away but he grabbed your arm and yanked you toward him, your bodies now pressed together. He slid his arm across your lower back and his other hand went to the back of your neck pulling you into a kiss. It was far too passionate for being in the middle of camp but it was perfect.

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[s1ater]

i do what i have to do.

pairings. bellamy blake x fem!reader

part two of two.

about. in which you point your gun at someone you never thought you’d point it at.

warnings. swearing

ricky rocks. look who finally finished a year old one shot/fic/whatever you call it 🤗🤗

bellamy coudn’t hurt you even if he wanted to. so, when mumbling the words, ‘move or i’ll kill you’, you could see right through his bluff by the way his eyes so willingly betrayed him, filled with... hurt.

in all truth, bellamy believed you would have shot him if it would have come down to that, and maybe that’s what pained him most. he wouldn't hurt a hair on your head, and you would have, but only for the best interest and safety of arkadia and your friends. 

you never wanted to hurt bellamy, but recently you really, really wanted to slap him upside the head for all the stupid shit he had been doing. and maybe a gun scare would knock some sense into him, or maybe it would only put him deeper into the hole pike was digging for him. 

bellamy yanked you to your feet quickly after the two of you had seemed to have recovered from all the commotion that had just taken place. you weren't sure whether or not he wanted to get you away from the increase in rowdy crowd or to have his way with you first. 

you were beginning to think it was the last option as he marched down the hall with you in front of him, gripping your left arm while the other pressed against your back. one, two, three, four more steps before he shoved you into one of the guards rooms, his room. 

“what the hell do you think you’re doing?” he let go of your arm with a slight shove causing you to stumble forward a bit. he looked angry, more than you had ever seen him and more than you would have ever wished to see.

“bellamy, don’t start with me,” you mumbled, raising a finger to harshly accuse him... for something. “if you’re going to kill me, just get it over with.”

he scoffed, looking beyond dumbfounded with his mouth slight agape, not believing the words that had just came from your mouth.

“stop fucking talking,” he needed to think. he begun to pace back and forth, and you had no idea what to do with yourself as you watched him. “i need to get you out of here.”

"what?"

he gives you a dumbfounded look that was filled with a sense of urgency, "y/n, you just shot someone that can have you dead within seconds. you don't leave, someone’s going to do exactly what you did, and take justice into their own hands."

"you should have let me finish the job."

"we're not starting this," he grips your shoulder before pushing you by your upper back. "people are leaving. o, kane, miller—you go with them. you stay, they'll kill you."

"how do you know this?" you mumbled, glancing back at the mention of your friends and the planned escape you all had developed. bellamy was considered a traitor to you all, so he would be the last person on your list to concern with the escape plan. 

"eyes everywhere."

you narrow your brows at him, "you're coming with."

he narrows his brows in shock, not expecting you to say this, you share the same expression, also shocked by yourself. the past month would explain this--not only had you watched your world at arkadia fastly crumble after the slow rebuild of humanity, you also witnessed your relationship with bellamy slowly tank moment after moment while his with pike was created.

so, offering passage was an absurd idea. after all the betrayal.

he seems to wince after his surprisal settles but is quick to keep a straight face as best as he can, "you're getting the wrong idea."

"am i?"

"we're not friends anymore, y/n. this isn't old times," his words are intentionally stinging, but you don't miss the look on his face that betrays him. "you can't save me if that’s what you’re thinking. I don't need to be saved, i know what i’m doing."

you frown, "bellamy, you need to stop acting like there's never going to be a happy ending for you before it comes true. leave with us."

"you know i can't do that."

"why not?"

"I dug myself in too deep this time," his face was still stone cold, but it didn't prevent remorse from blossoming in your chest. "maybe if you weren't such a terrible shot, this would be all over."

***

in well under an hour bellamy had you out of arkadia, alone. your friends had left a lot sooner than thought and no matter how much begging you did—expectedly—bellamy left his mind unchanged. 

you knew exactly where your friends were going—where they’d be. it was a long and lonely hike but it was enough time for reflection.

you miss the time where you felt like a kid still. where you were young and reckless and full of hope that you’d finally get to be free upon that first step off the drop ship. that you had purpose and will and fighting was something you hadn’t really minded aside from the possible side affect of death.

now you were tired. you just wanted to lay your head down for once and not think about the pointless rivalry purging your everyday life.

“y/n, you’re okay,” octavia pulls you into a tight hug, a certain relief setting over. “god, after we hadn’t seen you, we assumed the worst.”

“i’m okay,” you gave her a thin-lipped smile, “thanks to your brother.”

“bellamy?” she seems shocked, like that’s the first courteous thing he’s done for someone in years.

“yes,” you nod, understanding the hostile tone she almost takes with his name. “i think he might’ve saved me.”

“where is bellamy?” miller speaks causing you to realize they had all emerged from the cave.

"he's gone."

"dead?"

"no,” you shake your head, “he stayed behind. he said he had to fix some thing’s before he showed his face again.”

octavia mentally rolled her eyes, but kept her composure as she watched you, “you’re here. that’s all that matters.”

***

“is he dead?”

“indra has him.”

“bellamy-“

“y/n,” he gives you a pointed look at your protest. “you know that’s as good as dead.”

he was right. pike killed her people, that was far from unforgivable. he’d be lucky to receive death.

“she didn’t kill you.”

he shook his head, keeping his eyes low to the ground, “thanks to o.”

it took a day for bellamy to find you all. his face was beaten and bloodied, but you knew better than to ask what the cause was. he had a lot of enemies at the moment and it wasn’t like this was something out of the blue for him. you would've been surprised to see a clean face.

“she doesn’t hate you as much as you think.”

“i’d like to think she doesn’t hate me at all,” he presses his lips into a thin line. “you’re right though.”

you nod, trying to look sympathetic.

“about everything. i’m sorry.”

your mouth slightly opens in shock from not anticipating his words; apology and admitting.

“i’m sorry too,” you nod, swallowing harshly as you think about having that gun pointed inches from his face. “i would’ve never shot you.”

“you sure?” his voice is lighthearted, but you can tell he’s genuine when asking. “could’ve guessed otherwise.”

“guessing will only hurt you,” you tease, but quickly drop the blitheness. “i shouldn’t have done it, but i was scared… and angry.”

“i know,” he whispers, “we do what we have to do, right?”

“right.”

“then if that means shooting me to knock some sense into me, do it.”

a laugh gets stuck in the back of your throat at the preposterous thought of it. the funny thing was you knew he wasn’t joking. classic bellamy, putting himself in harm’s way.

“me a couple months ago would be more than happy to oblige,” you shake your head, making it his turn to laugh.

“us a couple months ago was a different story. i’m sure we already had guns to each other’s throats.”

you laugh with him, “yeah.”

“never again.”

nodding, “never again.”

you stare at one another now, quiet and calm. you don’t think you’ve ever had a moment like this with bellamy before.

you’re not sure what to do, but bellamy does.

your months of angsty butting heads leading to civilness, then ultimately leading to radio silence on both of your ends due to pike, had killed him. and now, here you were, back in his grasp of more than just civilness, he couldn’t let that go.

“i lied,” he mumbles, suddenly shifting from the rock he sat on. “instead of shooting me…” he’s leaning now, hovering, and just barely resisting the urge to complete his intentions. you feel his breath fan your face; feel, because your eyes are shut. “please, just kiss me.”

his nose is slotted against yours, still hovering as he watches you beneath his eye lashes. his lips are so close… so close to yours, it’s killing him that he waits.

“i’m sorry, but i have to do this,” he smiles before finally pressing his lips against yours.

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[smuttyworks]

SmuttyWorks Masterlist <3

Full masterlist! 

WARNING: Most if not all my stories include dark content so please don’t read if you’re not comfortable with it.

* - Smut

Brandon Carver

*Captured (Part one)

*Captured (Part two)

Captured (Part three)

Before the world ended

*Do you feel the same? (Part one)

*Do you feel the same? (Part two)

Mattheo Riddle

*The Game

*You’re Mine

*Why does wrong feel so good

*Beg for forgiveness 

*Control

Bellamy Blake

*Fear of you disappearing from my grip

Rafe Cameron

Lets go home (Part one)

There is no more home (Part two)

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[forevermorepassionate]

Bellamy would be rough but Murphy would be mean

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[bellarkeselection]

Returning to my faze of wanting to write for Bellamy Blake so send any to my ask box ❤️

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[blvckqwz]

Murphy's Law

TWs: ANGST, Death, Violence

A/N Hey guys, this chapter will suck lol, sorry in advance. (Also I just finished writing this now at 5 a.m. so again please forgive my mistakes. lol.)

The following morning was colder than usual, Y/N thought as she made her way to the drop ship. She looked for Charlotte for at least an hour but she couldn’t find her anywhere. 

Clarke and Wells were nowhere to be found too. Weird. She finally found Finn walking across the camp with a worried look on his face. They weren’t really friends but he still was Clarke’s friend so maybe he knew where she was. 

“Hey Finn, have you seen Clarke?” She asked as she approached him. 

“Hi Y/N, Clarke’s still sleeping.” He answered nervously. Even weirder. “Oh okay… Where are you going?” She asked as the boy kept looking around. 

“Maybe you should go to sleep too Y/N, I’ll call you when Clarke is up.” He quickly said, not answering her question. 

What the fuck was happening that morning Y/N asked herself as she made her way to a small crowd that was forming at the edge of the forest, just behind the wall. 

“Hey no, you can’t go there.” Finn said, following her. “Why? What’s going on?” She asked as she reached the group of delinquents. “You don’t want to see it, trust me.” He said, garbing her forearm.  “No, I want to see.” She stated as she made her way. 

Her heart stopped as she watched the ground where a corpse was standing in a pool of his own blood. What the hell? She thought as she watched the body with more attention. “I’m sorry Y/N, the grounders got him tonight.” Finn said, eyeing the girl carefully, afraid that she might snap at him. Instead she just shot him a confused look. Why was he sorry? She didn’t know the guy, she thought as she watched the limp body.

“That’s the Chancellor's son.” She heard someone murmur to another delinquent.

No, it couldn’t be, Y/N thought to herself. Wells couldn’t be dead. It didn’t make any sense. She could hear her ears ringing as everyone’s voices got louder, everyone’s eyes on her, waiting for her to snap. She wanted to scream at them to go away but her throat felt suddenly sore as she couldn’t rip her eyes away from Wells’s corpse. 

“Everyone get back to work.” She murmured. She could hear Finn screaming at everyone to go away but she didn’t care, her mind only focussed on Wells.

He was dead. Her best friend since when she could remember was dead. The only person that ever made an effort to understand her was gone forever. Her knees felt weak as she fell down next to her dead best friend. Finn left with the rest of the delinquents, understanding that she wasn’t going to cry until everyone left.

She started to silently sob as she watched Wells’s last expression. He was afraid. He didn’t die peacefully, he died afraid. A loud sob escaped her lips as she closed his eyes. He didn’t deserve this. He didn’t deserve to die in such a brutal way, she thought as she went back to the camp and grabbed a shovel and made her way towards the small cemetery. 

Her best friend deserved to rest in peace. She started digging the grave as her eyes were still full of tears. It took a while since her hands kept shaking too hard but after an hour Wells’s body was finally buried. He was in peace now, she thought as she sat in front of the grave. Her hands were covered in dirt and her face wasn’t any better. 

Clarke was frantically looking for Y/N since she heard the news. Wells was dead. He was found dead and with his finger cut just past the wall. She could sense tears forming in her eyes as kept searching for the girl. She found Finn instead, and immediately ran to him. “hey since when are you awak-” He started saying but the blonde cut him off, “Where  is Y/N?” She asked worriedly. “Oh, so you know what happened.” He sadly said. “Where is she?” She nervously asked. She knew Y/N and she knew how she handled things. Plus she was friend with Wells so she was probably the only one who could understand her. 

“Oh there she is, near the graveyard.” Finn said to Clarke.

“Thank you.” She replied, leaving before he could say anything else to her.

She wondered if Y/N knew that Wells didn't kill her dad. She probably did since her and Wells were basically best friends. She must be so hurt, she thought as she got closer to the girl, who was writing something on an object that Clarke recognized as her old notebook. She always kept it with her since they were little, she remembered with a bittersweet smile. A lot of things have changed from then.

Y/N could hear footsteps behind her but she didn’t care, her eyes not leaving the small notebook in her hands. She loved to write things on it every time she felt either inspired or needed to talk, especially after she got locked up. It was originally a gift from her parents for her birthday but she kept it all those years, still not full yet. Even if they were richer than the rest of the Ark, Y/N knew how much her parents must have worked for giving her such a pretty diary. The cover was in true leather and it had an elastic closure. 

She loved that object so much, she thought as the footsteps got louder. She closed the diary, allowing the person behind her to start talking. 

“Is this his grave?” Clarke asked from behind the girl. No one really liked Wells so how did they already dig a grave? 

Y/N just nodded before replying “I just finished digging it.” Almost as she could read Clarke’s mind, who felt horrible now. The poor girl had to bury her best friend alone while Clarke was sleeping. She was an awful friend, she thought to herself. “Can I sit here?” She then asked. Y/N scooped over and Clarke sat next to her in complete silence as she studied the girl that was once her best friend. Her eyes were still puffy from crying before and she had dirt on her face, probably due to drying her tears with her hand. She had an expressionless face as she watched the grave but her eyes were full of sadness, Clarke recognized. 

“I’m sorry Y/N, for everything.” She said to the girl, who didn’t answer. Understanding that she wasn’t willing to talk, Clarke just got up with a sigh.

“He loved you, you know that right?” Y/N finally spoke as Clarke was already walking away. “He loved you too Y/N.” She said with a sad smile. “That's not what I mean. He was in love with you. Like true love or some bullshit like that.” She explained as Clarke sat back next to her. 

“H-how do you know?” She asked. 

“Why do you think he let you have him for so long?” Y/N replied, her eyes still fixed on the grave.

“So you knew.” Clarke realized. Of course she did, she thought, they were best friends, “Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked then.

“I made him a promise.” Y/N explained.

“He forgave me after everything I’ve done to him.” She said incredulously.

“I can’t say I’m surprised, he was the kindest person I knew.” Y/N replied with a sad smile.

“And you? Do you forgive me?” Clarke asked then. Y/N turned around to study her for a while.

“I can try.” She said with a small smile, “ but I’m not as nice as Wells, keep that in mind.” She continued with a smirk. “Oh don’t worry, I’m not that nice either.” Clarke replied laughing, “So, are we friends again?” She asked.

“of course Clarke.” Y/N replied with a smile. God she missed having a girlfriend, or a friend in general. They stayed in that graveyard for a while, remembering old memories and just chatting in general.

When Y/N finally got up Clarke quickly came up to her and pulled in a hug. “Sorry, I had to.” She awkwardly said. “No problem.” Y/N replied, holding her closer. Then she finally left, her heart feeling much lighter now.

But of course problems were still there as she entered the wall. And the problem in question always had the same name: Murphy. 

She carefully eyed him barking at random kids to work while Bellamy was behind them, also watching him. She still didn’t trust him obviously, but maybe he wasn’t a threat, at least compared to Murphy, who was completely insane. Her eyes landed then to Charlotte, who was trying to help, and she smiled at the sight of the little girl. She started walking towards her, wanting to check on her. Unfortunately they couldn’t go to the woods again since a grounder killed Wells. At the thought of Wells, Y/N felt her eyes glossy again. How was she going to handle this? She thought with a shaky breath as she approached Charlotte. “Hey, how is it going?” She asked once she finally reached the girl. “Oh hey Y/N.” Charlotte answered, “I’m trying to be useful.” She continued with a small smile. 

“Need some help?” She asked. “No, don't worry, I’m leaving anyway.” She said as she eyed a guy in front of her tripping over his own feets, “I’m a little tired too.” She concluded. 

 “Hey are you okay? What’s your name?” Y/N asked as she helped the boy up. “I’m Cor-” He started saying but a yell interrupted him.

“Connor what the fuck are you doing? Get back to work now.” Murphy yelled at him as he made his way towards them, unknowingly catching Bellamy’s attention as he moved closer. It’s not like he liked Y/N but he didn’t want her and Murphy to fight again, that’s how he explained to himself why he was carefully listening to the argument between the two delinquents. 

“He’s tired, let him rest.” Y/N firmly spoke to Murphy. “He can rest when the wall is built. Maybe you should help us princess, or do you want other people to die like Jaha junior?” He said with a smirk. Bellamy moved closer as a crowd of people started to assist the scene.

“Well maybe you are the one who should help instead of standing there and shouting orders.” She stated as she felt anger growing in her chest.

“It’s okay Connor, have a break. Murphy, get this guy some water. “ Bellamy ordered. 

Y/N felt the adrenaline rush dropping and was just about to turn to Charlotte and telling her to rest when she saw a scene with the corner of her eyes that made her burn in rage again. Murphy was now standing behind Connor and pulling his pants down, starting to pee on him. Y/N felt rage washing over her again as she made her way towards the boy. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” She growled at Murphy who was now dressed up again and smirking. 

“He asked for water.” He said, causing his dumb minions to laugh like crazy. 

“You think that’s funny, idiot?” She asked, trying to calm down. She couldn’t make a scene, she told herself as she turned around, not now that the grounders were getting closer. 

“Maybe.” He answered, “What are you going to do about it huh? Call your little privileged friend? Oh wait you can’t, he’s dead.” He then said, but instantly regretted it when he saw Y/N’s face as she twirled around and hit him in the jaw. Murphy stumbled back with a groan in pain as the crowd ran to assist the fight. “Don’t you fucking dare to talk about him! Got it?” She started screaming as she kept punching him. Her first collided with all her strength on his nose, breaking it with a revolting crush. But it wasn’t enough to stop her, not this time. This time she wanted to see Murphy fucking dying. 

Bellamy started running towards the crowd, already knowing what was happening. He made his way among the crowd who was cheering like crazy but nothing could've prepared him for the scene in front of him. 

Murphy was lying on his back against the ground, his nose bloody and probably broken, bruises on all his face and a split lip. In front of him was standing Y/N, panting and with her hands full of his blood. It happened again. She beated him up again, Bellamy realized with a sigh before hurrying to the girl. 

“Kane, go to the drop ship. Now.” He ordered.

“Yeah you better listen to him Y/N, what would Jaha think if he saw you beating up a limp body again?” He mocked her with a grin. 

That was it, Y/N thought. She was going to let it go and avoid hurting him badly but now he was a dead man. She ran towards him and kicked his face with all her force as he groaned, spitting blood. Then she pulled him up grabbing him by his jacket and punched him again. And again and again, until his face was basically unrecognizable. 

“Y/N! Stop!” Bellamy yelled, grabbing her with both arms to stop her from hurting him anymore. 

“Let me go Blake or I swear to God that I’ll fucking kill you.” She hissed before turning to Murphy who was now basically crying. 

“If you fucking dare to talk about Wells again, I’ll kill you. Got it?” She barked at him. She didn’t wait for him to answer though, outbursting to the dropship after she pushed Bellamy off.

“Everyone get back to work! Show is over!” Bellamy yelled, then he looked at Murphy. 

Blood covered his entire face and he couldn’t even stand up. She really fucked him up, Bellamy thought. Maybe she really was crazy, maybe he should avoid her, he thought.

“Bellamy, what are you waiting for? You have to stop her, she’s a psycho, she tried to kill me again. We have to kill her.” He kept ranting, but Bellamy wasn’t listening to him, his eyes fixed on the girl’s back as she entered the drop ship. She turned around one second, her piercing gaze meeting him and leaving him without his breath. 

Crazy or not, that girl was an unsolved mystery and he was determined to discover her secrets, he thought as he watched her disappearing behind the drop ship enter. 

“You knew what you were doing, Murphy. Don’t annoy her and she won’t annoy you.” he cut short before going back to work.

“Oh my God, what happened?” Clarke asked Y/N as she stormed in the drop ship, her hands and clothes covered in blood. 

“Don’t worry, it’s not mine.” She replied as the blonde started cleaning her up. 

“That’s… good I think.” She answers confused. “Amyway, Octavia said that she found something we have to see.” She continued. “Oh okay.” Y/N replied. It was probably bullshit, she thought as she made her way towards the tent with Clarke next to her. 

Bellamy watched Y/N with worried eyes as they made their way towards the tent. 

“Hey what happened by the way?” Clarke asked her. 

“I’ll explain later, don't worry.” She said, suddenly feeling nervous. If Bellamy was worried then it must be something serious, she thought as she entered the tent, Octavia Bellamy and Jasper already in it. They sat down as Octavia put something on the table in front of them. It was a knife and some… fingers? Wait, were those Wells missing fingers? That means that the knife was what killed him. But it wasn’t a grounder’s knife, Y/N thought. “Me and Jasper found these things outside the wall. The metal of the knife was made from the dropship and the fingers are Wells’s.” Octavia spoke. 

“What does it mean?” Jasper asked. 

“It means we have a killer among us.” Y/N explained, “Who else knows this?” She then asked Octavia. 

“No one else, I brought it straight here.” She replied. “Good, let’s keep it this way. We don’t need people to panic, especially with the grounders after us.” Y/N stated. If the news that an assassin was around them spread, people would quickly understand her secret, she feared.

“Do we know whose knife it is?” Clarke then asked. 

“It doesn’t matter, there is more than one murder here, we need to keep this quiet.” Bellamy said. That made Y/N involuntary tense up, hoping that no one noticed. She knew that the statement wasn’t directed to her but she still felt nervous. He was getting closer to the truth, Y/N thought as she eyed Bellamy for a second. She couldn’t allow that.

“Yes, we do.” Octavia said, “J.M. John Murphy.” She then said.

Of course, Y/N thought, he hated Wells. Anger started burning in her chest again as she closed her fists. She already was mad at him, if she actually confronted him she would’ve killed him. “People have the right to know.” Clarke stated before walking out the tent. Bellamy immediately got up and started following her, Y/N behind him.

“Clarke, be smart about this. Look at what we’ve achieved… the wall, the patrols. Like it or not, thinking the Grounders killed Wells is good for us.” He said to her. 

“Blake is right, this will cause pandemonium. We wait and think of an actual punishment.” Y/N added. “How can you say so? Wells was your best friend?” Clarke turned around to look at her. “He won’t get away with this Clarke, I promise you that, but for now no one can know.” She replied.

“People have the right to know.” She stated, before storming off to Murphy.

Oh no, Y/N thought as she followed her.

“You son of a bitch!” Clarke yelled as she pushed Murphy. “What the fu-” He started saying but she cut him off, “Recognize this?” 

“Yeah, that's my knife, where did you find it?” He asked. “Next to Wells's body, after you killed him.” She spat back. Murmurs started spreading among the delinquents. 

“I didn’t kill anyone.” He started defending himself. Y/N felt anger growing in her chest. He was lying.

“You threatened to kill him, you hated him!” She piped in. “Everyone hated him.” He replied. “He tried to kill Jasper too.” Octavia yelled. 

“Just admit it! Admit that you are a killer!” Y/N shot back.  

“This is ridiculous, I don’t have to answer you, I don’t have to answer to anyone.” He shot back. “Coma agin?” Bellamy said, taking a step forward, now standing next to Y/N.

“Bellamy you have to believe me man, I didn’t kill anyone.” He started begging. His eyes shifted, meeting Y/N’s cold ones. “If I wanted to kill someone I’d kill her don’t you think? I’m not a murderer, trust me.” He kept begging.

“But you couldn’t kill me cause you are weak so you decided to take Wells by surprise, knowing that you couldn’t even beat him in a fair fight, didn’t you?” She growled back. “That’s not true Bellamy, you know me and you know her, she’s a psycho, please believe me.” “Is this the kind of society that we want? ” Clarke spoke up from behind them, stepping forward, “In a society with no rules? Where killing each other is okay? Where the guilty don’t go unpunished?” She shouted, glaring at Murphy.

“I say we float him!” A boy shouted. Others began to cheer, agreeing with him, “Float him! Float him! Float him!” They started chanting.

Clarke looked at Y/N for help, but she didn’t meet her gaze, her eyes burning holes in Murphy’s skin. Maybe it was the ager that still didn’t cool off, maybe it was the fact that he tried to kill her and killed her best friend or maybe it was the way her father raised her, but she didn’t feel the tiniest bit of empathy as she watched the delinquents trying to hang him to a tree. Clarke was now screaming at the top of her lungs, begging them to stop but it wasn’t enough. Her eyes meeted Murphys as the crowd kept beating him up. He looked miserable. 

Good, that’s what he fucking deserves, Y/N thought. She didn’t care if thinking it was morally horrible or if it made her an horrible person, she felt fucking happy as she watched that worm finnaly getting what he deserved. 

The crowd started moving towards the fatidic tree and she followed them, joining their sick joy. Maybe she was broken, maybe it was in her DNA, but the execution was the first thing that finally made her content that day. 

They hanged Murphy with a noose and put him on a crate. Y/N made her way among the crowd, reaching the edge to take a better look. 

“Bellamy, you should do it!” The crowd started cheering Bellamy’s name as he slowly walked towards Murphy.

“Bellamy please stop them, you can do it, they listened to you, please, I know you don’t want to kill him.” Clarke begged him crying as she tried to stop him. “This is on you, we told you to keep your mouth shut.” he growled. 

“Please Y/N tell him to stop, I know you. Please don’t let him kill Murphy! I know that if you wanted him dead you would’ve already killed him.” She begged her then, but Y/N just slowly shook her head, “It’s too late now.” she stated, her eyes sickly glowing in revenge as she kept watching Murphy. 

“What about Charlotte, do you want her to see a guy getting killed?” She then said.

That made Y/N come to her senses for a second, looking around for Charlotte. But she couldn’t find her anywhere, so she just hoped she left before this mess began. 

Bellamy finally reached the crate where Murphy was standing and turned around to look at the two girls for the last time before killing him. He locked Y/N’s eyes for a second that felt like an eternity. The approval in her eyes was enough for Bellamy to kick the crate, the crowd cheering like crazy. Murphy was now suspended in the air, dying as the crowd kept cheering. “What the fuck are you doing? Let him down!” Finn started yelling as he tried to reach the dying boy, but he got stopped by a delinquent before he could even take a knife to cut the noose.

Y/N touched her lips and realized she was smiling the whole time as she watched Murphy struggle. 

“Stop! Okay?” A voice echoed in the forest. They all turned around to look at the little girl who yelled. Charlotte. Oh no, Y/N thought, she shouldn’t be seeing this. 

“Murphy didn’t kill Wells,” She continued, “I did.”.

Shock shook Y/N to the core as she watched Charlotte. How could she kill him? After everything she taught her, she decided to kill one of her best friends. She felt someone grabbing her by the forearm and guiding her to a tent. I turned around, seeing Bellamy next to me with a shocked expression on his face.

“Why did you do it?” Finn asked angrily, but Y/N didn’t answer as she kept crying. “Why?” He kept asking as Murphy outside the tent continued to scream, “Bring the girl out!”.

Y/N head was spinning too hard to comprehend the following words. Charlotte killed Wells. The news kept repeating in her head as she sat down. How could she? She asked herself. She was just a kid.

“I’m going outside.” Bellamy stated. That brought Y/N back to reality. She got up, following him. “Where do you think you are going?” He asked her, “You can’t go outside, he’ll kill you.” 

“I can’t stand staying there another second.” She answered, “Plus I can beat his ass if I want.” She stated. 

Charlotte let out a loud sob as she watched the girl exiting the tent. “I’m sorry Y/N, please don’t let them hurt him.” She said.

Y/N turned around to look at the little girl who was once so dear to her, almost as a sister. “Stay with them, we’ll solve everything.” She stated before following Bellamy outside.

“Look who decided to join us.” he said with a smirk, “Our new leaders who hang people for fun!”

He exclaimed with a sick laugh. “What is it? Here to hang me again? Will your psycho bitch the one who kicks the crate now, oh mighty Bellamy?” He asked as he made his way towards them.

“We just gave people what they wanted.” Bellamy explained calmly as he took a step forward, putting himself between Y/N and Murphy before he could attack her. The next thing he needed was her getting hurt. 

“Yeah. Yeah, that’s a good idea. Why don’t we do that right now?” He said to him, “So, who here wants to see the real murderer hung up? “ He then spoke to the crowd.

“Y/N, go. Now.” Bellamy whispered to Y/N.

“What? Why?” She asked

“Because he’s going to be really angry now and I don’t want you to get hurt.” He stated before he could even think. What the fuck was wrong with him? He asked himself. They were all going to die and he just admitted he somehow cared for the girl. 

He turned around to explain himself but Y/N was already gone. Good, he said trying to focus, one less distraction.

Y/N was running like crazy in the forest, holding her bow thigh in her left hand and her knife in the right one. She knew it wasn’t the safest thing to do but she didn’t care, her only thought was finding Charlotte. Well, it wasn’t her only thought but it was the only one she wanted to listen to. The back of her head was still thinking about what Bellamy said. Did he care for her? Were they friends now? 

“Charlotte!” She screamed at the top of her lungs, but no response was given. She started to run again when someone grabbed her, putting a hand on her mouth so she couldn’t scream. Grounders? She asked herself in fear.

“They are in a bunker near here, I’ll take you there,” Finn murmured in her ear as she let out a relieved breath.

“Y/N?” Clarke asked at the sight of her friend entering the bunker where her and Charlotte were. “Hey.” She said with a small smile. 

“But why are you here? Where is Bellamy?” She asked then. Heath rushed to her cheeks at the mention of the boy’s name. 

“Oh… he didn’t need my help.” She quickly brushed it off. Her eyes fell on Charlotte, who was sleeping on a tiny bed. “I can’t believe she did it.” She said with a cold face.

“She? Y/N you are the one who got us in this mess when you allowed Bellamy to hang Murphy!” Clarke shot back. 

“What? We told you to keep your mouth shut, so if there is anyone to blame here is you.” Y/N spat. No way she was going to feel guilty for trying to kill that asshole.

“People needed to know. The truth is that you are a coward just like your father. You always criticized him but you are just as guilty as he is. You almost let an innocent boy get executed today. I can’t believe you let Bellamy do it.” The blonde argued.

Y/N felt her body burning again as she almost threw herself on the girl in front of her. But then she realized that if she wanted to survive the night she had to avoid conflicts. 

“Don’t you fucking dare talking shit about me or my father ever again. Got it?” She hissed before storming off the bunker. 

She was going to look for Murphy's men, making sure they didn’t come near the bunker, she decided.

Bellamy fell with his face in the dirt, probably tripped over a rock or something. He was starting to seriously hate those woods, he thought to himself as he got up and started running again in the dark forest. He needed to find Charlotte, he needed to protect her. Not just her, he needed to protect everyone. The thought of Y/N returned in his mind. He hoped that she’d found them, and that they were okay, he thought. He still felt dumb for what he said to her before, not even knowing how to explain it to her.

A running figure in the middle of the woods interrupted his thought. It was a girl. “Y/N…” Bellamy realized out loud, running even faster. He quickly caught her, garbing her and hiding behind a tree. 

“Are you fucking crazy? What if I was one of Murphy’s men huh?” He asked her as he unintentionally still held her close to him. Once he realized what he was doing he immediately got flustered and let her go murmuring an apology. He had to stay focussed, he kept repeating to himself.

“Charlotte is with Clarke and Finn in a bunker not too far from here. I’m trying to find Murphy to keep him away from them.” She explained, still panting. 

“Why aren’t you with them?” He asked her.

She said something under her breath, looking everywhere but at him. “What?” He asked confused.

“I got in a fight with Clarke and left.” She then admitted, still not looking at him.

“Are you crazy? You were in a safe place for once.” He said. His mind kept thinking what if he was a grounder or Murphy? She could be dead.

“Why do you even care? You hate me anyway.” She shot back.

He stared at her for a while before replying, “I didn’t save your stupid ass so many times just to let you die in the stupidest way ever.”. Now it was his turn to look away, as he waited for the girl’s response. 

He was already prepared for her to snap at her for calling her stupid but instead she just started laughing.  “Well we have to keep moving if we want to save their stupid asses too.” She said with a smirk before walking in the forest, completely unaware of Bellamy’s amazed gaze following her.

Silence fell between the two of them as they kept quietly searching for Murphy and his minions. “Why did you fight with Clarke anyway?” Bellamy finally asked her. Y/N looked down for an instant, unsure if it was okay to tell him the truth or not. “She started talking shit about me and I just kinda lost it.” She quickly explained, “Why do you care?” She asked then. Bellamy just shrugged, “I’m trying to make a conversation, you know, that thing humans usually do…” He then answered. 

“Ah ah ah, very funny Blake.” She said, a smirk twitching up to her lips. 

Crazy how she was able to smile even in that messed up situation, Bellamy thought.  “We’ll find them, you know, Charlotte and the others.” He then said. “I know it’s just… What are we going to do then? Murphy will eventually find Charlotte.” She answered, nervously biting her nails. “I know Murphy, he is all talk and no act.” He reassured her. “Yeah I kinda have noticed it.” She said, referring to all the times he claimed that he was going to kill her. 

“I don’t know if it will be enough to stop him from hurting Charlotte though. I just hope it is because we can’t have two deaths in a day.” He admitted. 

The thought of Wells came back in Y/N’s mind as she felt tears getting to hereyes.

“It’s all my fault, Wells wanted me to come with me the night when Charlotte killed him. I could’ve protected him but I was too focussed on my own problems to listen to him.” She said, the thought of Atom and Wells’s dead bodies flashed in her mind.

“You didn’t know that would’ve happened, you did your best. Plus you were already dealing with Atom’s death.” Bellamy replied, “Thank you for what you did for him in the forest by the way. I could've never done that.” He then said.

If only he knew why she was able to do it, Y/N thought. Instead she just nodded. 

“It’s my fault too by the way.” He then admitted, “I told her to slay her demons if she wanted to sleep, but that wasn’t what I meant.” He said, shaking his head, “I got us in this mess, I gave Charlotte the knife, I pushed the crate that almost killed Murphy.” He slowly said, his words full of regret. Y/N wanted to say something but a glimpse of Charlotte running shot in front of her. “Look, it’s Charlotte!” She whispered to Bellamy as she ran towards the little girl. The two of them could feel Murphy getting closer but still continued to run towards the girl. Bellamy grabbed her, taking her in the opposite direction as Murphy’s followers. Charlotte let out a scream as Bellamy put a hand in front of her mouth to prevent her from screaming anymore. “I’m trying… hey, hey. I’m trying to help you.” He kept saying as Charlotte struggled. “Charlotte, stop moving or you’ll get us all killed. Do you want to kill anyone else?” Y/N firmly spoke. Charlotte just shook her head as she stopped moving. “A little harish Kane.” Bellamy commented. 

“Whatever, she needed to calm down.” She coldly answered.

A shout interrupted the group and Bellamy accidentally dropped Charlotte, who instantly ran away. 

“Charlotte!” Y/N screamed before following her. 

“Charlotte you can’t hide!” Murphy shouted not so far behind them.

“Shit.” Y/N cursed as she ran faster, finally reaching Charlotte as they got on the edge of a cliff. “We need to find a way out.” Bellamy said once he reached them. 

“Charlotte! Damn it. You cannot fight all of us. Give her up.” Murphy yelled as he made her way towards them. “Maybe not, but I guarantee I’ll take a few of you with me.” Bellamy spoke as he stood in front of Charlotte.

“Stop! We can discuss this!” Clarke said as she emerged from the forest, Finn following her.

“Yeah yeah, we can talk.” Murphy said as Clarke got closer but in an instant he grabbed her and held a blade on her throat. “I will slit her throat.” He stated as everyone watched him. His eyes met Y/N’s, “What is it? Got a dejavu?” Y/N just ignored him as she held Charlotte closer to her.

“Please don’t hurt her.” Charlotte kept crying.

“Don’t hurt her? Okay, I’ll make you a deal. You come with me right now, I will let her go.” Murphy said with a smirk. Y/N’s grip on Charlotte loosened up a bit with those words. 

“Charlotte, it’s a trap, don’t do it!” Bellamy screamed but it was too late, Y/N realized as she watched the girl walking towards Murphy. 

“No! No, I have to!” She said. 

“Charlotte stop, we can still solve everything.  I get it. The guilt of killing Wells is crushing you. I know that feeling. But we are not going to let you die, no matter what you have done.” Y/N calmly spoke as she tried to get closer to her. 

“I’m so sorry Y/N for being such a disappointment and for hurting you. I can’t let any of you get hurt anymore. Not because of me. Not after what I did.” She said and with that she jumped off the cliff. 

“Charlotte, no!” Y/N screamed running towards her but it was too late.

She was gone, another friend was dead.

Y/N felt tears filling up her eyes as she watched the dark place where Charlotte’s body was.

She could hear Bellamy and Clarke calling Charlotte’s name but it was too late.

“Murphy.” Bellamy growled as he made his way towards the boy. “Bellamy I swear I-” He was cut off by Bellamy’s fist landing on his jaw, followed by many other punches and kicks. 

Y/N watched as Clarke tried to stop him from killing him, but at this point she didn’t even care if he lived or not. Him dying wouldn’t bring Charlotte back anyway.

"Bellamy, stop! You’ll kill him!” Clarke shouted.

“Get off me! He deserves to die!” Bellamy shot back. Rage had completely washed over him as he kept punching Murphy. He knew he said he didn’t want to have any more blood on his hands but at that moment he didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was making him suffer.

“No! We don’t decide who lives and dies. Not down here. We just need rules!” Clarke yelled.

“Rules, huh? And who makes those rules? You?” He spat as he kept punching Murphy, who was now barely conscious.

“For now we will.” Clarke stated. 

“So are you saying we just take him back and pretend like it never happened?” Bellamy asked as the rage grew.

“We banish him. He can’t come near the camp for now on.” Clarke explained.

“And we kill him if he ever tries to come back.” Y/N piped in. 

Bellamy carefully eyed Murphy before growling, “If I ever catch you near camp, we’ll be back here. Understand?” Murphy just nodded before Bellamy dropped him. 

Everyone started to leave but Y/N couldn’t move her feets. Her hands were shaking so hard she had to put them in her pockets. She could hear Clarke garbing her and guiding her to the camp but she didn’t look up, not even once. 

She then climbed up her tree, feeling more alone than ever. Tears were burning her eyes again but she ignored them, trying instead to sleep. A sharp pain from her wrist woke her up though. She looked down at her wristband. The green light was off, she realized as she touched it. But just as she did so, the wristband broke, leaving her even more hopeless.

Wells was dead. Charlotte was dead. And now the Ark was going to die too.

She quickly got to the bonfire, throwing her wristband in the flames. She stood there for what felt like hours before hearing footsteps coming from behind her. 

“Did you take off your wristband?” Bellamy cautiously asked as he approached the girl. 

“It broke. Now we are alone.” Y/N explained, her eyes not leaving the flames. Bellamy carefully watched the girl, afraid that she could break just like her wristband. 

“How are you holding up?” He then asked. Y/N thought about it for a while the truth was that she felt fucking horrible. People around her kept dying and she couldn’t save them. 

“I’m just tired I guess.” She finally answered.

“Get some sleep then.” Bellamy said, “Maybe not on that tree, nights are getting colder.” He added, handing her a weird looking tent. “I-it’s a tent, I thought that maybe you preferred sleeping in here more than on a tree.” He explained rubbing the back of his neck. He couldn’t help but to feel like a silly teenager around her, he cursed himself as he anxiously waited for her to laugh at him in the face. Instead she just smiled, “That’s very kind, thank you.” She said before taking the tent.

“See you tomorrow then.” She then said, making her way towards a place to place her tent. 

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” Bellamy answered before entering his tent.

“Who were you talking to?” Roma asked, still lying on his bed.

“Just a friend.” He answered with a smile.

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“Clarke, no.”

“Bell…”, she said with a brief whine, making him close his eyes.

“No. We don’t have the room.”

“We literally have a fenced in backyard. Bellamy!” Clarke lengthened his name so it took her almost four times as long to finish it than normal.

“This is…just no. We-we don’t have the time to train it.”

Clarke didn’t even bothering responding, just stuck out her lower lip and widened her blue eyes in the most effective, manipulative way. Then, to really push it over the top, she held up the squirming puppy next to her face, it’s giant floppy ears falling into it’s eyes and big paws uselessly scrambling in the air.

“I hate you,” Bellamy said with a sigh, causing Clarke to grin as she scooped up the adorable puppy and cradled him in her arms.

“No you don’t,” she said, stepping over to kiss him and causing the puppy to madly lick his lower jaw. “Aw, he already loves you!”

“He’s a dog, he loves everything,” Bellamy said dryly, already planning on moving anything valuable away from the puppy’s slobbery-mouth height. He had a feeling all their furniture was already a lost cause to its tiny, puppy teeth.

“What should we name him?” Clarke asked as she plopped down next to Bellamy on the sofa and started playing peekaboo with the puppy’s ears.

“Cerberus,” Bellamy replied with literally zero irony, earning an eye roll from his wife.

“We are not naming this little angel after a Greek hellhound, try again.”

“Fuck, Clarke, I don’t care! Name him whatever you like.”

Clarke frowned and cuddled the puppy closer as she looked at Bellamy.

“Do you not want a dog?” she asked, trying to sound neutral, but Bellamy could hear the underlying hurt in her voice.

“Princess, if you want the dog, we’re keeping it.”

“Super evasive answer, Bell. Why don’t you want a dog? You always make a big deal over Octavia’s dogs and even Jasper’s weird, little chihuahua mix that I think might actually be an oversized rodent.” Bellamy let out a snort of laughter, then sighed, turning to face Clarke and unwittingly putting his hand on the puppy’s head.

“I guess I just…I thought we were going to try for a baby pretty soon,” he confessed as he scratched behind the puppy’s ears. Clarke’s eyes widened in surprise.

“And you think having a dog means we can’t try for a baby?” she asked, confusion clear in her voice. “You do realize babies take nine months to grow and dogs can be trained in a few months if you really put in the effort. This isn’t an either/or scenario.”

“So…”, Bellamy paused, looking down at the puppy in Clarke’s lap that had fallen asleep to his gentle pets. “You still want to try for a baby soon?”

“Yes, dumbass, we’ve been talking about it for over a year!”

“Language!” Bellamy hissed, covering the sleeping puppy’s ears and make Clarke burst into laughter and lean over, kissing him.

“You’re going to make a great dad,” she whispered against his lips. “To both our puppy and our kids.” Bellamy grinned, weaving his hand into her blonde curls and pulling her closer, starting to deepen their kiss when all of a sudden, frantic licking started coming from below them. Clarke started laughing as she pulled away, setting the puppy on the floor as Bellamy glared at it.

“Seriously, it’s name is Cerberus,” Bellamy said as Clarke’s eyes sparkled with mirth.

“Fine,” she said, pecking Bellamy on the cheek before scooping up the puppy and standing. “But I’m calling him Berry.” She started for the back door that led to their yard as Bellamy scrambled behind her.

“Oh no, you’re not,” he called. “You are not tainting our dog’s name!” Clarke just laughed again as Bellamy resigned himself to a puppy named Berry and a future baby with the love of his life. Well, perhaps he wasn’t resigned about the baby. Perhaps he was ecstatic.

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