#clarke griffin drabble
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pretty fixation, wicked temptation | b. blake
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summary: season six - one-hundred-and-twenty-five years in cryosleep made both you and bellamy crave each other’s touch, but you need a place to satisfy your urges without disruption. perhaps a new planet would do the trick. and what better way to heighten the anticipation than with a little challenge?
warnings: porn with plot, sexual crying??, teasing/taunting, mild gore, mild exhibitionism, murphy being a cockblock, mild size kink, mild bdsm, begging
note: this is the first one-shot/smut I’ve ever written so I kinda went overboard, but I promise it’s worth it in the end. you can imagine a different season of bellamy if you want (fuck you) but I personally think he’s extremely hot in season 6.
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“…I hope your lives there will be as happy as mine has been,” an aged Monty spoke on the monitor. “Be the good guys. May we meet again.”
You stared out the window of Eligius IV in awe, arms crossed over your chest whilst taking in the view of the planet you would soon call home. Plant Alpha. A place where, hopefully, everyone could find redemption. For you, it would be a place where you would find peace with your friends and family. And your boyfriend, Bellamy Blake.
“I know this is a lot to process,” Bellamy’s deep voice spoke to the group. “Take an hour, and then meet in the mess. We need to game this out.”
A few people in the room had a short dispute, but you tuned out their bickering, gaze locked on the view outside. Everyone began to disperse, leaving the room to gather their thoughts about what the future held for the last remnants of humanity. Everyone but you and Bellamy.
Your vision shifted from focusing on Planet Alpha to watching Bellamy walk towards you in the window’s reflection. He had changed drastically since the day you and the other Ark prisoners were sent to the ground. His body was broader, and more muscular due to the unrelenting battles he fought on Earth. His arms were bigger, stronger, and probably capable of carrying the weight of two people at once. And his hands, god, his hands—they were your ultimate weakness. They were much bigger compared to your own; his fingers were thicker and longer as well, and the things he could do with them… indescribable.
He now had a short, dark beard that circled his mouth and sparsely covered the sides of his jaw. You always loved the way it tickled your face whenever he kissed you and when it rubbed against your inner thighs whilst he went down on you.
What had changed the most was his mentality, which somehow made you fall even deeper in love with him. Bellamy Blake may have been twenty-three when you first met him, but he was then still just a boy. Now, he was a man.
“You okay?” he asked, his arm snaking around your waist as his towering frame stood beside you.
Leaning into his body, you both soaked in the rays of the two suns shining through the ship’s window.
“Just hoping we don’t make the same mistakes we did back on Earth,” you spoke. “There are a lot of people on this ship in need of a second chance.”
Bellamy chuckled. “Yeah. More like a fifth chance.”
You smiled, humming in agreement.
“This time will be different,” he continued, eyes narrowed at the planet in front of them. “We can’t keep making the same mistakes without learning from them. We won’t have bombs, or missiles, or war. I’ll make sure of it; if not for the last of humanity, then for you.”
You turned your head to look at him. Such a softie.
“I ever tell you how much I love you?” You reached one of your crossed arms across your torso and rested it on his which was cupping your waist.
In response, Bellamy’s hold tightened just a little bit more, causing your heart to fumble from the affectionate gesture. “On a few occasions.”
However short the one-hundred-and-twenty-five years in cryosleep felt to your mind, your body could feel the effects of lacking physical touch for such a long time. Bellamy’s touch. Apparently, he felt the exact same way.
“I can’t believe I haven’t seen you in over a century.” His voice became soft. He turned your body to face him with his back now facing the window. Dark brown eyes gazed down at you with an intensity only he could create, sending a sudden desire to let him absolutely ravage you right where you stood. His free hand reached up to your face and gently stroked the side of your cheek, the other now caressing the exposed skin of your waist. “Or touched you.”
Closing your eyes, you focused on the areas in which his skin connected with yours. Having been in a relationship with him for a few years, his touch became a familiar sensation. Despite that, on a purely physical level, your body had forgotten the pleasure-filled heights to which he could take you. Everything seemed new again, like the very first time he touched you.
And no matter the fact that time in cryosleep seemed like it passed instantaneously, neither of you could deny the obvious pining your bodies felt for one another.
You stepped closer, hands moving to rest on his chest. The distance between your bodies closed and you whispered, “Or felt me.”
His hands stilled, realising what you had meant. He leaned backwards, enough to get a good view of the look in your eyes. It was something deep and hungry for release. Sure, you’ve both had sex plenty of times; you’ve fucked rough and fast, made love sweet and slow—however many other variations there were, you’d done it—but Bellamy had never seen your desire for him appear as powerful as this.
Your eyes were swirling with a dark passion, like rolling waves in desperate need of a crest. Your cheeks were flushed, pupils so dilated your irises were almost obscured, and lips reddened and becoming plump even despite having made no contact with his own yet. It was no doubt a mirror of what you were feeling inside.
He took in a long deep breath, eyebrows furrowed as he took in your appearance, trying to steady his heartbeat which was raging out of control. You looked so beautiful. All the blood in his body drained to the lower half of him, leaving him light-headed and fuzzy, lust being the only thing to fill the contents of his mind. Bellamy could never stop lusting after you, he had just learned to control it. A one-hundred-year wait seemed like a perfectly acceptable reason to let loose a little.
“Fuck,” was all he said before his lips came crashing down onto yours.
It didn’t start slow, but rather fast and desperate. So desperate. Even so, your mouth moved in sync with his, alternating between sucking in quick breaths of air, kissing his soft yet rough lips, and allowing him to run his tongue over your own. Your hands moved up into his pushed-back hair, fingers delving between his brown waves to give a small tug, pulling a groan from inside him that buzzed against your lips.
He pulled you closer to his body with strong arms wrapped around your back, the sensitivity between your thighs coming into contact with his hardness. The material of your pants rubbing against you only enhanced the shiver-inducing sensation.
You reigned your focus back onto his lips. His mouth was hot against yours, unrelenting, catching your lips with his between each frantic breath of air. His tongue rolled over your own, so intricate and possessive as it pushed into your mouth.
Before you knew it, his hands had moved to the backs of your thighs and lifted you into his arms; your lips never disconnected. This was a movement you had both performed many times, so it wasn’t done without skill. He took a few steps forward before placing you on the control bench behind you. You hoped there were no important buttons beneath you that would cause End of Humanity 4.0.
His mouth moved from yours and down to your jaw, cupping his hand on the side of your neck to keep your head steady. You couldn’t tell if it was a moan or a sigh that escaped you. Maybe it was a mix of both, but whatever it was, it egged him on further. He had moved down to your neck, sucking and nipping at the soft, delicate skin. This time you were sure it was a moan you let out.
He curled his hand around your neck just below your jaw, careful not to apply too much pressure, but just enough to remain in control. He loved to be in control; he also knew how much you enjoyed it too. You loved how small he made you feel compared to him, how he could dominate you without an ounce of effort.
Your legs and his were in between one another like two puzzle pieces fit together, his knee between your thighs and pressing against your clit without him even realising it. Grabbing onto his shoulders for support, you pushed yourself further onto his knee, beginning to grind yourself against him as he continued to press kisses to your neck.
“Eager, huh?” his voice vibrated against your skin.
Now he knew.
Having realised what you were doing, he pushed further onto you, heightening the pressure as you rolled your hips against him. Your head fell back. It had been so long since your body had experienced such pleasure; you knew it wouldn’t take much to reach climax. Not that it mattered. It always took you both a few rounds before you were too exhausted to move anymore. Sometimes, even fatigue couldn’t stop you two.
After deciding enough damage was done to your neck, he returned to your mouth, this time slower and more sensual.
You could have easily come undone the way you were going, grinding yourself against him but knew it would be nothing compared to the release given by his hands. Greedy as you were, you wanted—needed—more, and you knew he would never deny such a request. Your satisfaction was his own after all.
“Bellamy,” you breathed against his lips. “Touch me.”
His forehead came to rest against your own, he too breathless from the heat of the situation.
“Didn’t know you were into exhibitionism, princess,” he spoke lowly with a smirk.
“Who said I was?”
“Well, technically, we have a whole world watching us.”
You rolled your eyes, a playful grin stretching across your lips only to be intersected by a short gasp as you felt his hand slip through the waistband of your pants and press against your clit.
The second you felt his fingers apply pressure and begin to move, the door to the room burst open.
“Hey, you guys need… Jesus Christ!”
Bellamy’s hand left you quicker than it came, or quicker than you came to be more exact. The both of you jumped up from your positions and turned to see Murphy standing at the door, eyes squeezed shut.
“You ever heard of knocking, Murphy,” Bellamy grumbled.
“It’s the fucking comms room!” he complained. “Just–we need you guys out in the mess hall. Now. Oh my god.”
He made quick work of leaving the room, mumbling something about rather having a missile dropped on him than ever having to witness that again.
You looked at Bellamy who seemed to share the same flustered state as you.
He blew out a stabilising breath and placed a hand behind your back. “Come on, we should see what they want.”
Still slightly trembling, you nodded, allowing him to guide the both of you out of the room as you attempted to fix your dishevelled hair. After walking together down a few hallways in tense silence, you both reached the mess hall to see the group sitting around a table, discussing something quietly among themselves. Among them was Murphy, who overdramatically shuddered at the sight of you two.
Before you could walk over, Bellamy grabbed your upper arm, leaning down until his hair brushed against your temple and he whispered, “I’m not done with you.”
He slid past you and walked towards everyone else, acting casual as they all burst into conversation. A minute or two passed until you had regained enough composure to join the group.
**********
It had been about two hours since the incident in the comms room. A plan had been set in place regarding their journey to the ground. One minute, you were safe and sound on Eligius IV, and the next, you and a small group were descending into the atmosphere of Planet Alpha in a ship.
There was a giant, wall-length window on the front of the ship that revealed the outside surroundings once you dipped below the clouds. This world was… otherworldly. Literally. The largest sun bathed the world in a constant orange glow, and the surface was covered in an abundance of vibrant green trees that sat atop various hills and rocky snow-covered mountains. All the clouds were a light orange; the sky was more pink and orange than blue. It was like they had entered a landscape painting depicting heaven.
Everyone seemed to share the same look of astonishment.
Shaw turned in his seat to face everyone. “Boys and girls, meet Planet Alpha.”
With a shudder, the ship finally planted itself on the ground, the machine hum cutting off as the rockets stopped firing. Belt buckles clicked as everybody stood from their seats, moving in front of the door, awaiting its opening. You looked beside you to see Bellamy with that same tiny grin he had the first time they opened the dropship doors. It seemed like a lifetime ago now. Technically, it was well over a lifetime ago.
He pulled down the lever and the door began to fall open. A gust of breathable fresh air wafted in your face and you inhaled deeply. It was sweet and unpolluted. Everyone remained still as they took in the incredible scenery. There were no words to describe it.
“Anyone got anything better than ‘we’re back bitches’?” Miller jested.
“Yeah,” you spoke. “Let’s not bite the apple this time.”
There were a few chuckles, a few sentimental words exchanged, along with a few heated words spoken between Shaw and Clarke. Some people were still upset over her betrayal back on Earth. What they were yet to realise was that this was not Earth, this was someplace new, a place for second chances and new beginnings.
They were supposed to be looking for a beacon that depicted a safe place for them to take up residence. Shaw, along with his tracking device, began heading in the beacon’s direction and soon enough everyone else followed suit.
You took a few moments for yourself to take in the surroundings and silently thank Monty and Harper for their sacrifice. A bittersweet smile sat on your lips and a single tear slipped down your cheek. A Garden of Eden this was, and they’d be damned if they let another serpent in.
Without even realising it, Bellamy had stood beside you, his arm wrapping around your shoulder before pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head.
“We’ll do better this time,” he reassured as if he could read your mind.
You turned your head and pressed a quick kiss to his shoulder.
His eyes crinkled as a soft smile grew on his lips. “Come on, let's catch up to the others.”
And so, you did.
Following Bellamy until you caught up with the rest of the group, you began the journey to the beacon, trekking through the new and undisturbed forest. Though it was beautiful, you still had a lingering fear of what might lurking in the thick clusters of trees. Maybe there were Grounders here too. At least they were human beings with actual consciences. This was an entirely new planet in an entirely new solar system so there could be animals or beings they had never encountered before.
All you could do was pray you weren’t on the bottom of the food chain.
An hour or two passed before the forest began to thin out and give way to a lake of pristine blue water surrounded by overlooking mountains.
“Looks like we found a water source,” Bellamy spoke as they stepped onto the tan sand. “We’ll camp here tonight and continue on at first light.”
They were confronted wave after wave with the planet’s beauty without end. It almost seemed too perfect. As everyone was distracted by the new view, Murphy began walking towards the water, removing a piece of clothing with each step, completely disregarding the fact that he had healing bullet holes on his body.
You stepped forward to stop him just as the others did. “Murphy, wait, your–”
He glanced back at you, cutting your sentence off. “Comms room!”
That shut you up, as well as causing your face to redden intensely.
Clarke stepped beside you, watching as Murphy took off his shirt and stepped into the water, diving beneath the surface. “What was that about?”
“Uh, nothing.” You side-eyed Bellamy who was shifting his weight, clearly uncomfortable.
Soon enough, Murphy had resurfaced, his wounds bleeding and turning the water around him a faint rust colour. Not that he cared.
“Come on in, the water’s fine!” he shouted.
Emori was next to enter the water, though not entirely at her own will. It was nice to see her and Murphy enjoying themselves, but who said they could have all the fun?
Without a second thought, you unclipped your backpack and dropped it to the ground, tying your hair into a low bun with the band on your wrist. You lifted your long-sleeve shirt over your head, leaving you only in your low-cut tank top. You had thought it would have been Bellamy who was first to notice, except it was Clarke whose eyes were now trained on your chest.
Brows raised, you motioned to your eyes with two fingers. “Eyes up here, Clarke.”
She cleared her throat and mumbled an apology, focusing back on Emori and Murphy.
You walked over to Bellamy, standing beside him as he watched the scene in front of him. His attention quickly shifted to you as your hip brushed against his hand.
“What d’you say, Blake?” You unbuttoned your jeans, pushing them down to your ankles and stepping out. “Up for a swim?”
His lips parted as he stared down at your half-naked figure. Before he had a chance to answer, you were making your way down to the water with a tantalising grin. You were nothing if not a tease and he knew that firsthand. A little extra sway in your hips was all it took for him to start removing his own backpack and undressing his upper body.
The water had reached up to your hips before a pair of hands abruptly grabbed onto your waist. A short shriek escaped your throat before you were tackled beneath the water. Resurfacing, you wiped the water from your eyes, coming face-to-face with an amused Bellamy.
“Asshole!” You attempted to push his chest, but he didn’t budge, instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist again and began dragging you both further out.
“So easily riled up,” he teased with a smirk.
Sighing defeatedly, you leaned into his grasp, allowing him to keep you both afloat. Bellamy could just touch the lake floor, so you knew if he let you go, you would be drowning. Swimming wasn’t exactly anyone’s strong suit, so you just hoped you hadn’t done anything previously to piss him off.
Your legs curled around his torso. At first, the action was innocent, but then you realised that the little performance you made on the beach had consequences. Hard consequences that he seemed to be very aware of. Eyes blown wide with surprise, you squeezed your legs around his hips, grounding yourself onto him.
He grunted softly, tightening his hold on you. “You do that again and I won’t care if everyone is watching.”
The deep sense of possession enveloped in his voice sent warm tingles running down your spine, replacing the coldness of the water surrounding your body. Knowing him, he probably wasn’t lying either, especially given both of your rising desires for each other. For a split second, you were ready to test the legitimacy of his threat, but rationality was quick to jump in.
As you loosened your hold around him, you were unsure whether the look he gave you was of praise or displeasure. If you couldn’t do that, then you would at least take advantage of the opportunity for another type of intimacy.
Placing a hand on either side of his jaw, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his which he was quick to reciprocate. Droplets of fresh water dripped from the wet strands across his forehead, mixing between your skin and his, and alleviating the heat of each other’s desire.
His hands ran up and down your back underneath your saturated tank top, leaving a trail of warmth in his wake. Over and over, you kissed him and then you’d take a split second to get some air. It quickly became a pattern yet each time your lips met became more and more exhilarating.
The moment was rapidly becoming more fervent with each passing second. Soon enough, you were clinging onto each other, the water rippling from your bodies moving ever-so-slightly against one another to create some kind of friction. You could hear Bellamy’s breathing become quick and uneven, just like your own. You could feel his tongue glide across your bottom lip as if to knock before entering. And just before you could let him in, you were pulled apart…
“Hey. Hey! None of that shit,” Murphy demanded from a distance.
Bellamy pulled away first, visibly frustrated as he turned his head to your interrupter.
You simply pinched the bridge of your nose and groaned, one hand still holding onto his shoulder.
“Shut up, Murphy!” you and Bellamy shouted in unison.
Even Emori was quick to come to your aid. “Come on, John, they were just kissing.”
“You haven’t seen the things I’ve seen,” you heard him murmur to her.
**********
The sky was blanketed in darkness long after the two suns dipped below the horizon. Insects were chirping, a small fire was crackling in the centre of the group, and tiny waves were cresting on the shore. You were leaning against a log of driftwood, legs extended in front of you as you gazed at the giant, ringed planet in the sky, its purple and pink hue reflecting on the lake’s surface.
Peace. Or so it would have been if not for the chaos running rampant in your mind.
Bellamy’s lips. Bellamy’s hands. Bellamy’s fingers. Your eyes fluttered shut. Bellamy, Bellamy, Bellamy–
A loud pop from the fire sounded which startled you from your thoughts.
Opening your eyes, you looked around the camp. Everybody else seemed to be in their own little worlds too, unable to shake the incredulity of knowing they were now on an alien planet. Clarke was on her back, gazing up at the foreign sky above; Jackson was enthusing about the unfamiliar wildlife. Echo simply admired the tall mountains that encompassed the lake, an expression of gratitude reflecting on her face. You would feel the same way too if your hormones weren’t raging like that of a teenage boy’s.
To add fuel to the fire—quite literally—Bellamy was bent over the flames, cyan blue sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and feeding more wood to the blaze. His dark curls were pushed back from his face apart from a few stray strands. His skin was shining from the humidity, sending your mind spiralling into a visualisation of the times he was on top of you, all sweaty and hitting that eye-rolling spot inside of you over and over.
You sighed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. This was ridiculous; he was your boyfriend and yet every time he was near, your body responded to him like a schoolgirl with a crush.
“Something on your mind?”
He had sat down beside you, your shoulders now pushed up against one another.
More like ‘someone’, you thought.
“Nope.” You crossed your legs over one another, thighs squeezing together in the hopes of providing some kind of relief. You couldn’t even bear to look at him, afraid that your willpower would come crumbling to ruins. “No thoughts up here.”
Bellamy eyed your visibly flustered state, one cocky eyebrow raised.
His hand moved onto your leg. “Liar. I know your tells. And this,” he murmured whilst squeezing the inner plush of your thigh, “is one of them.”
Finally, your gaze met his, almost like you were in a standoff. He knew how much you were suffering. Mostly because he was too.
“Bellamy,” you warned.
He turned back to the fire, slowly kneading your inner thigh. “I’ve been thinking…”
“Uh oh.”
The flickering flames reflecting in his dark brown irises turned them a blazing orange but did nothing to alleviate the darkness that was sitting just behind his eyes. Taunting him probably wasn’t the brightest idea at that moment.
Then again, it also held the potential to be a fantastic idea. You knew how he got when pushed to his limits.
“Seems like we can’t go five minutes without being interrupted,” he began, curling his hand around your thigh. “So, I figured we may as well turn it into a challenge.”
“A challenge?” you asked, moving your hand on top of his and taking control.
He nodded.
Slowly, you began to guide his hand further up your thigh, inch by inch. As expected, he showed no resistance. You could even see the imprint on the front of his pants which were now tight for the third time that day. “And what exactly does this challenge involve?”
As you got closer to the destination you craved most, your movements became slower, and more delayed, contrasting to the increasing pace of your chest rising and falling. Your shoulders pushed back against the driftwood, your body reclining just a tiny bit further as you stared up at him, lips parted.
Bellamy watched his hand travel beneath your own, completely transfixed. “We, uh, see who can last longer without…” he trailed off as your thighs clamped tighter around him.
The side of his hand brushed against your clit through the material of your pants and your breath hitched. Thank god everyone else was too distracted to notice the situation unfolding before them. The fire was probably doing you both some favours as well.
“Without…?” you coaxed him on.
You pressed him firmer against you, rolling your hips in small circles to create the sensation you’d been longing for. He didn’t move, only allowing you to use him for your own pleasure. The muscles in your stomach flexed as tingles quickly spread across the lower half of your body, from your toes to beneath Bellamy’s hand. You’d give anything to let him give you your release then and there, but you knew an audience wasn’t exactly favourable.
That didn’t mean you couldn’t enjoy the build-up.
God, Bellamy was right. You really were into exhibitionism.
By the way his brows were pulled together and his eyes looked almost pained, you swore he was about to come undone just at the sight of you.
He clenched his jaw and managed to ground out, “Without touching each other.”
Your eyes flickered between his, showing no sign of stopping your movements even when he finally managed to get out his explanation. You slightly bucked your hips forward, pulling him in further to which he inhaled sharply. Truth be told, Bellamy was the most stubborn person you had ever met, excluding his sister, Octavia. But there was one thing that could overrule Bellamy’s unwavering resolve, and that was you. Hell, on multiple occasions all you had to do was ask and he would be on his knees, mouth between your thighs in the blink of an eye, so he should have known the minute he announced his little game, you had already won.
“Okay,” you whispered with an innocent smile.
Within seconds, you had shot up onto your feet, now hovering over him.
Instinctively, he too moved into a standing position as if under threat. He stood so close that your torso was nearly touching his.
“What are you doing?” He leaned in close, voice low to prevent attracting any attention from the others.
“Um, winning?”
He scoffed. “Yeah, right. I’ve gone over a century without you; I can last a little longer.”
You took one step closer until you were flush against him. How could you not? It’s not like he’d expect you to make it easy on him.
“Only a little? Oh, come on Blake, have a bit of faith in yourself. You can last longer than that.” You looked him up and down. “I would know.”
He peered down at you, eyes half-lidded, and hummed a chuckle, one that was meant to say, ‘You are in way over your head, princess’. Maybe you were or maybe he was. What you both knew for sure was how the game was going to end, and despite your determination to win, that moment couldn’t come soon enough.
His body left yours and he backed away, a smug smirk resting on his face. He retreated over to Murphy and Emori, sitting on the log beside them and began engaging in their conversation.
You turned to face the fire, letting out a shaky breath you were hoping he couldn’t hear. It had become quiet now, the surrounding area seemed different compared to just a few minutes prior, but you couldn’t pinpoint why. The small waves were still rolling onto the shore; the campfire was still crackling.
Something was missing.
You scanned the area for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing.
“Ow!”
Your eyes snapped to the sudden voice. Clarke was sitting on a plank of wood, rubbing the back of her neck with her brows furrowed together.
Walking over, you sat on a log adjacent to her. “What happened?”
“Oh, just got bit by a bug.” She gestured to the dead insect lying on the wood beside her.
It had big, round eyes, and wings like a fly. Wouldn’t have been a cause for concern if it weren’t the size of your palm and had a tail like a scorpion.
“Some bug.”
That’s when you realised—all the insects had stopped chirping.
Almost on command, Jackson and Miller stumbled over to the campfire, gaining everyone’s attention as Jackson rambled on about how he had captured the same bug in a glass jar and its behaviour had randomly become erratic. People began rising from their seats and crowding to watch the insect smash itself against the glass. Clarke and you shared a concerned look.
The air, which once was silent and peaceful, began to buzz like you were all surrounded by a cluster of beehives. Reality was much worse.
“What the hell is that?” Emori spoke.
As if to answer her question, the sky suddenly filled with hundreds, no, thousands of winged insects, which seemed to follow each other in groups that formed large patterns in the air. You were willing to bet your life on them being the same as the one that bit Clarke. Great—man-eating bugs.
“Swarm.”
“Everybody cover up! We’re heading to the beacon now!” Bellamy commanded.
You snatched your backpack from the ground, pulling out a black cotton scarf before slinging the bag straps over your shoulders. Not long passed before the others did the same and you were all running for your lives through the dense thicket of trees. Branches snagged on your clothes, shredding them to bits as you struggled not to run face-first into a tree. You wouldn’t be the first to do it, though…. Murphy.
Your breathing was becoming irregular as your body pushed to its limits. As awful as it sounded, when Emori tripped over a fallen branch and the group had to stop and help her, you praised the lord. Everyone huddled together, the bugs now surrounding the group, flying past and leaving bite marks on your bodies. Luckily, Clarke had the idea to light a flare.
“They hate fire! Light the flares!” she shouted.
Someone came running toward you from where Emori had tripped, placing a hand on each of your upper arms. Upon seeing their eyes, you knew it was Bellamy. He wordlessly scanned your features for any wounds, his gaze a mixture of concentration and worry. You nodded as if to tell him you were alright, and he did the same.
After the ten seconds you were provided to catch your breath passed, you were on the move again, the flares now protecting the group from the swarm. The trees were becoming less and less, and the ground under your feet had turned into a wide gravel path that ended at a large field of crops surrounded by metal rod towers.
You continued running forward, following the others as the field grew closer. In front was Shaw, who was multi-tasking between tracking the beacon on his device and leading the group to safety.
“Here! The beacon’s here!” he shouted.
Just as he passed through the towers that bordered the crop field, a bolt of what looked like lightning struck him. He was sent flying back into the group with a yell, landing at your feet.
“Shaw!” You crouched down, observing the minor burns that were littered across his cheeks and forehead.
He groaned, pulling himself back onto his feet with your assistance. “I’m alright.”
Jackson rushed to his side, immediately pulling out his med pack and assessing his wounds. The damage wasn’t lethal but if they couldn’t find a way to get through to the other side, they would have more to be worried about than burnt flesh.
Clarke was already searching for an answer to their escape and once again, she found it.
“It’s radiation.” She looked around as the bugs began to circle them, blocking their long-distance view. “We need to get through. It won’t affect me.”
Before anyone could stop her, she was running through the shield-like fence.
“Clarke, wait!”
“Get back here!”
To everyone’s surprise, she made it out the other side without a scratch. But how was everyone else supposed to get through without Nightblood?
You felt a warm hand slip into your own, offering a small amount of comfort. You didn’t need to look to know whose it belonged.
“Clarke, the tower—its Eligius tech. You need the failsafe code to turn off the shield!” Shaw yelled out. “Four-seven-eight-one-five!”
Exhaling a sigh of relief, you squeezed Bellamy’s hand. There’s a failsafe code.
Clarke rushed to one of the metal towers, opened the control panel and punched in the code. The energy sources atop each tower dissipated, signalling the shield's termination.
“It’s down! Come on!”
Murphy was the first to pass through, dragging Emori behind him. Copying his actions, Bellamy tugged you forward, the both of you passing through the towers together. Once everyone made it through, Clarke powered up the defence again, causing the swarm of insects to disintegrate upon meeting the shield’s radiation bolts.
No one said a word. Instead, they used the time to catch their breaths, some laying on the ground and others dropping to their knees. You tugged the covering off your head and placed your hands on your thighs for support. Multiple strands of hair fell around your face as you bent over, trying to replace the air your lungs lost, a few strings of curses spilling out in between.
Bellamy, who was so inconceivably fit that his breathing was already slow and even, placed a hand on your shoulder. “You okay?”
Lifting a shaky arm from your leg, you gave him the thumbs up.
He tenderly massaged your shoulder and scanned the group to make sure everyone else was alright.
“What the hell was that?” Echo huffed.
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Night cycles on Planet Alpha operated very differently compared to Earth—darkness held the sky for a good five hours before the two suns rose again, much unlike the twelve hours everyone was accustomed to back on Earth. That and this planet sent man-eating swarms of insects whenever night fell. Or so you assumed.
The suns peaked through the distant treetops; orange beams of light were spread across the fields you had walked. A few hours had gone by since you first stepped through the radiation shields. A few hours of walking got you and the others atop a small mountain that seemed to be centred within the large circle of towers, providing a good bird's eye view of the fields of crops below.
You continued trekking up the well-trodden path on the hill, Bellamy and Clarke on either side of you. The last time you interacted with Bellamy was when you entered the protected area, but since then, you had avoided eye contact, physical touch, and conversation. You knew yourself; one wrong move and you would lose his game. Despite almost being eaten alive, you were still determined to stick to the rules, and even though innocent affection and conversation were allowed, you didn’t want to risk it.
Plus, total avoidance would only make him crave you more—the basic rule of men, unfortunately.
Emori walked a few steps in front of the group, her movements quickening as they reached a rounded corner. “Guys, look. Stairs.”
Orange-brick stairs came into view and you watched as Emori began ascending them, everyone else following behind her. You climbed up the stairs, Bellamy ahead of you by a step or two. Not for long though. Your pace increased until you were shoulder-to-shoulder, but only for a split second before you placed a hand on his bicep, dragging your palm across as you moved a few steps ahead of him. You could hear his breath hitch and a small smirk teased the corner of your lips. Now he was the one behind you—how he usually liked it.
If you weren’t going to interact with him, the least you could do was give him a good view.
Once you reached the top of the stairs, everyone stood side-by-side, taking in the view in front of them. It was incredible. It was like all the beauty on that planet had been condensed, thrown into a single area and turned into a village. That was what it was—a village. Plus, a castle?
“They have a castle,” Murphy said in wonder.
It looked like something from medieval times crossed with The Hobbit. The windows were circular and made of multi-coloured glass panes. The structure was made of bricks and rounded towers with various intricate patterns decorating different areas, and two round staircases curving up to a second-level balcony. It was so striking it had to have belonged to some divine being because no one else could have deserved such a beautiful palace. Well, there was one exception.
You glanced at Bellamy whose face was lit up with the brightest grin you had ever seen as he too let the beauty sink in. Your heart skipped a beat and you had to turn away. So, you turned to Murphy.
“Perfect for you, Murphy,” you jested. “King of the cockroaches.”
“Careful. Roaches bite, you know,” he retorted
You raised your hands in faux fear.
Clarke stepped forward. “Come on. Let’s see if anyone’s home.”
Most of the buildings looked modern and were made of glass and coloured wood or shipping containers, surrounded and covered by different types of flora. Flowers were not in short supply there, that was for sure; every garden held a new and exotic type. Even the pond in the middle of the village had flowers in it. There were coloured banners everywhere as well—some that hung from each building, and some that were standalone's. The suns’ light just made everything seem so much more vibrant and enchanting.
You and the others were going door-to-door, knocking on each one to see if anyone was there. So far, you had no luck, if that’s even what it was. Almost every home had been checked, but there was no one. The last house to be checked came by and apparently Murphy ran out of patience for simple pleasantries. He kicked the front doors open.
“Well, look at that.” He turned to the group. “This one’s unlocked.”
He stepped inside and began rummaging through the owner’s belongings, not that it surprised anyone very much. You watched as he bent over and picked up something that looked like a neck cuff connected to chains on a wall.
“Hm. Kinky.” He turned back to the group with a devious grin on his face. His eyes flickered between you and Bellamy. “Any takers?”
He gestured between the two of you with the chains as if he were offering them. Oh, you were so tempted to pull a knife on him.
Your eyes went wide, and Bellamy almost choked on his own breath. All eyes were now on you and him.
You took off in the opposite direction before anyone could say a word. “I’m–I’m gonna find a change of clothes.”
It was a perfectly reasonable excuse to leave anyway. Your clothes were practically threadbare from the rough escape through the forest. Thankfully, you could hear the group begin talking about something completely unrelated before you were out of hearing distance. You weren’t sure where you were headed in particular. Anywhere that wasn’t near Murphy or Bellamy would suffice.
You didn’t want to be apart from Bellamy at all. Quite the opposite. You wanted him. You wanted his hands to roam all over your body, to feel his arms tight around your waist as he thrust deep inside you from beneath, and to have his name dripping from your tongue as he made it impossible for you to distinguish the meaning between the words ‘love’ and ‘lust’.
(If only you knew that he was suffering the exact same way.)
However, his ego was much too inflated for you to let him win. It was a sacrifice for the greater good. The greater good being not having to constantly listen to him tease you for losing in the future. But as time went on and your body started physically reacting to the separation, losing started to seem like not such a terrible idea. You were conflicted. Give in, or push on? The decision was painfully frustrating and also just downright painful.
While amidst your thoughts, your feet had carried you to the opposite side of the village until you were standing outside a dark red-wooded house. Covering the poles that held up the structure’s second story were apple blossoms. “Let’s not bite the apple this time.” That was the first thing you had said after stepping onto the ground—a reference to the story of Adam and Eve. Now here you were, contemplating handing yourself over to desire. A literal bite of the apple.
You shook your head, pulling down the door handle to the red house and it opened. Locks didn’t exist in this place it seemed. Stepping inside, you noticed several cardboard boxes on the ground both opened and unopened. There was furnishing such as couches, bookcases, a round glass dining table, and leather seats, but they were all scattered across the room and half had white sheets covering them. It looked like the owner had just been moving in.
As you assessed the room, you noticed a floor-length mirror attached to one of the walls, so naturally, you moved yourself in front of it. The reflection did not match the person you were before leaving Eligius IV. Your bun wasn’t even a bun anymore; half of it had fallen out whilst the other struggled to stay within the hair band. Your clothes had more holes than you could count and were covered in a thick layer of dirt and insect blood. A grimace fell across your face. Gross.
At your feet was another cardboard box; it was opened with a variety of fabrics spilling out. Crouching down, you pulled out the black material at the top to find that it was a long-sleeve off-the-shoulder shirt. It wasn’t exactly practical, but it beat wearing insect organs. You exchanged your two previous shirts for the black shirt; the material stretched around your curves, clinging to your body like a second skin.
Next was a change of pants. You kicked off your shoes and peeled off your jeans, leaving you only in your black underwear and socks. And so, the search began. A good ten minutes went by and you found nothing but long skirts and dresses. You were not about to walk outside dressed up like some grounder princess. Not now at least. Maybe there were more boxes upstairs?
After locating the staircase to the second story, you began to climb. Just like the first level, there were boxes and furnishings. There was a large thigh-high mattress against the back wall with two glass doors on either side leading to a balcony. The mattress was covered in several different blankets consisting of shades between white and purple with a mountain of matching pillows at the head of the bed. On the wall facing the mattress was another floor-length mirror. These people had a vanity problem.
Much to your displeasure, none of the boxes upstairs contained any pants either, so there you stood in the middle of the room wearing only a tight shirt and underwear. You sighed in frustration, tugging your hair band from the bun and letting your locks cascade over your shoulders and down your back. With nothing else to do, you decided you might as well go outside and see what the others were doing. You stepped out onto the balcony; the house’s architect had the right idea by designing it with a concrete fence that covered your lower half.
The others were still lingering on the other side of the village. You rested your forearms on the balcony fence, watching as Murphy signalled for Shaw and Bellamy’s assistance with pulling a heavy wooden crate from inside one of the houses. Knowing Murphy, it was probably full of stuff he was going to take for himself, which would have explained Bellamy’s reluctant stance. There was also something else that seemed to be troubling him. He looked distracted, almost torn between choices, his eyes occasionally wandering to the opposite side of the village where you had previously walked off to. Nevertheless, he eventually did give in to helping Murphy.
And then suddenly time all around you began to slow down. You were in a trance and it was no one but Bellamy’s fault.
He shrugged off his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows, exposing his tanned and veiny arms beneath. He placed his hands underneath the crate and lifted in time with Murphy and Shaw. Even from such a distance, you could see his muscles tense and flex under the weight, the size of his biceps nearly doubling and bursting through the seams of his shirt. His face carried a strained expression, something you had seen many times before but in very different circumstances.
Your skin flushed with heat, and your bottom lip curled between your teeth as you struggled to keep your breathing under control. Blood was buzzing in your ears; you felt fucking intoxicated. You were aware of how feral your behaviour had become but it was inevitable. In a game like this, it had to be.
Once the crate was outside, he and Murphy placed it on the ground. Bellamy ran a hand through his hair, his gaze already beginning to wander once again. As if he could feel your stare burning straight through him, his eyes found your distant ones up on the balcony. The feeling of a hole being burnt through him was understandable because your eyes were ablaze with sin. That had to have been the tenth time you’d made him hard now and it was becoming painful.
You weren’t embarrassed to be caught staring, instead, you were intrigued as to what his next movements would be. But he made none. He simply stared at you over his shoulder, eyes stern and calculating. Who was going to win wasn’t the question anymore. The question was: How could either of you prepare for what was coming? A century’s worth of abstinence was also a century’s worth of build-up, meaning the release would be messy, and Bellamy wasn’t one to hold back.
Finally, he broke the eye contact, but only for a few seconds. His eyes moved to the building beside him and then back to you as if he were trying to get you to follow his gaze. So, you did. What he had gestured to was another pair of chains and handcuffs connected to a wall. Instinctively, you gasped, feeling a pulse in your stomach which you knew was his exact objective. You looked back at him, seeing the self-satisfied grin plastered on his face before he turned back to the group.
That son of a bitch.
Your back slid down the concrete fence until your ass hit the cold marble floor. He was driving you to sex-crazed insanity and you didn’t know how to fight against it. You needed something. Anything to relieve the torment. But you knew if you started, your hands would never stop, not until they were replaced with his.
Maybe the cuffs weren’t such a bad idea.
“No!” you had to verbally reprimand yourself.
Your head fell in your hands. This was all getting too much for you. One-hundred-and-twenty-five years… and a day! You wouldn’t call yourself a nymphomaniac but holy fuck. It was getting to the point that even his name had you aching, tearing yourself to shreds. You couldn’t take it any longer.
Moving onto your hands and knees, you began crawling—yes, crawling—back inside. You managed to pull yourself up onto the mattress with trembling arms and fell back against the quilt and cushions in the middle of the bed. A shaky breath left your lips. If Bellamy couldn’t be there to take care of you, then you would finish the job yourself.
You slipped a hand beneath the thin fabric covering your heat, fingers racing to meet the spot you needed. Back arching into the bed and stomach tightening—that is what you expected to happen when your fingers began circling your clit, but it was nothing of the sort. All you felt was skin on skin and the slightest of sensations. Even when you pressed harder, and moved faster, there was nothing.
Letting out a quiet, distressed cry, you readjusted your position and switched hands. You began rubbing back and forth, side-to-side, every way that had gotten the job done in the past. You moved one hand under your shirt and began massaging your breast, pinching and grazing your nipple, trying to replicate all the moves Bellamy had pulled on you before.
Still, there was no relief from the ache you felt. You needed to go further. Your hand moved lower, fingers hovering over your slick opening before sliding one in. This was never your forte; it was Bellamy’s. Whenever you needed to pleasure yourself, you would stick with outside stimulation, so all you knew was what he had done to you. After sliding your finger in and out a few times, you added another, but it still didn’t feel right. There was something you were missing that he usually did.
He took over your thoughts and you tried to imagine it was his hands instead of your own, but you were just fooling yourself. They were your fingers, not his. You were alone and you were desperate. No one could make you feel as close to heaven as him, not even yourself. Somehow, he knew the workings of your body even better than you did. Without him there in your desperate time of need, it was useless…
So, you started crying—like, actual tears-running-down-cheeks-and-sniffling crying. You felt utterly pathetic and that was all you felt. There was nothing you could do to help yourself. Bellamy was outside with the others, and it wasn’t like you could just waltz out there without pants on and ask him to fuck you incoherent.
Your fingers slipped out from inside you, wet and splayed across your bare stomach as you stared up at the ceiling, condemned to the unshakable longing within. Too distracted by your inability to satisfy yourself and your attempts to stop the tears from flowing, you didn’t hear the door downstairs open and closd. You sniffled, continuing to feel sorry for yourself.
Footsteps were coming up the staircase, but you didn’t hear them either. Nor did you notice the familiar figure that was now leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, feeling that same terrible longing that had led him to you. Only when he cleared his throat did you shoot up into a sitting position.
Bellamy.
“Bellamy,” you whispered, eyes wide and full of new-found hope.
He didn’t say anything, just simply observed you. First, he noticed the sparse clothing on the bottom half of your body; his pants became the tiniest bit tighter. Then he saw your eager expression—even tighter. And then, his eyes found the fingers lying in your lap, coated in a shine that had his entire body pulsing.
The drying tears on your cheeks were a dead giveaway of the desperation you had for him. He tilted his head, insincere pity washing across his features that you knew was only meant to taunt you. “What did you do?”
Your mouth opened to speak but you couldn’t find the words. “I–I–”
He pushed off the doorway and slowly walked over to you, each step measured in regard to prolonging the time it took for the distance between you and him to close.
You moved onto your knees as he got closer.
Once he finally stopped beside the mattress where you were sitting, he peered down at you. “Just couldn’t wait, could you?”
His arms were doing that thing again where they bulged beneath his shirt. He was right in front of you, all you had to do was reach out and touch. So, you did. You reached for his arm, but he was quick to intercept, catching your wrist in his hand. He looked like he was holding back a smirk, but his scheming eyes revealed how he felt. Smug.
For a moment, he moved his attention to your hand, turning it side-to-side to watch the light catch on the wetness. His eyes returned to yours and it was suddenly impossible to guess what he was thinking. He gently began to pull you forward, guiding you off the bed and you let him, oblivious as to where he was taking you.
When your feet hit the ground, he led you towards the wall. What you had failed to notice when you first entered the room was that there was another pair of chains connected to a handcuff. Scratch what you had thought before—these people had a bigger kink problem than vanity. Before you even had a chance to think, the leather cuff was bound around both your wrists.
You looked up at Bellamy. “Wait, wha–what are you doing?”
He sat back on the edge of the mattress. “Giving you another chance to win.”
The game. You had almost forgotten.
Winning and losing were a foreign concept to your mind now. All you wanted was Bellamy and he knew it which was why he found teasing you so entertaining. You tugged on the chains, trying to reach out to him even though you knew it was useless.
“Don’t think that will work, princess.”
You stared at him, exhaling sharply. Frustration was quickly building, and you wondered how long it would take until you were in tears again.
He looked around the room as though he hadn’t a worry in the world.
“It’s kinda hot in here, don’t you think?” he asked, brows furrowed.
Then he was pulling his shirt over his head and you were sinking to your knees. That was just cruel. His entire torso was exposed now, from his well-defined abs and chest to his broad and muscular shoulders. So cruel.
Your head fell back against the wall. “Bell–”
“What were you thinking about?” he interrupted, arms crossed over his chest again. There was no material preventing you from watching his muscles expand, from seeing the crafted curves of his toned arms. “Before I came in.”
I was pretending it was you who was touching me, you thought of saying, but your voice failed you.
He leaned forward, forearms resting on his spread knees. Staring at you expectantly, he was quick to realise he wasn’t getting an explanation. He nodded as if to say, ‘I see how it is’.
“Was it my fingers…?” He began cracking his knuckles one finger at a time, gaining all of your attention. “Or was I inside you?”
Your walls spasmed at the thought and you sighed softly.
“Were you imagining what it would feel like to have me between your legs after so long?” You closed your eyes, listening to him put the images in your mind. “How good I can make you feel? How fast?”
Goosebumps spread all over your body, your skin tingling with anticipation. You heard the bedsheets ruffling. He had moved off the mattress, now crouched in front of you, but you didn’t dare to open your eyes.
“You know, I’ve been thinking about it too.” His voice was a low murmur now. “I can’t stop.”
He watched your eyes screw shut even tighter as he got closer. You looked like you were hurting, and he almost gave in, with heavy emphasis on the ‘almost’. Instead, he ghosted a finger across your collarbone. “I think about kissing you here.” He trailed up your neck. “Here.”
You could feel the air flexing between your lips and his finger, and you shivered. “And here.”
Your eyes slowly peeled open to see his face in front of yours. His dark eyes flickered between your own, peering deep into your soul which was entwined with him. He was already inside you without even touching you; he was inside your mind and under your skin. Your body was his and his body was yours. You loved him so intensely that whenever he fucked you, you forgot you were two different people instead of one.
To Hell with the challenge. To Hell with losing. He was your Heaven, and such torturous deterrents wouldn’t keep you away from the rapture he gave.
In a single move, you leaned forward and crashed your lips to his. Your body curved into him and he caught you with both arms, holding you upright against him. There was a split second before Bellamy responded as realised you finally gave in which meant he could too, and his lips began moving against yours. Just like the first kiss you shared on Eligius IV after waking up, this one was hungry, but that word sounded inadequate compared to what it really was. ‘Ravenous’ was more accurate.
You moaned into his mouth, your body feeling like it was coming alive.
His movements were intoxicating and so were the small sounds he made when he tried to fill his lungs with air. There was a rumbling in his chest, and he sounded almost primal. He brought a hand to the side of your head, fingers buried beneath your hair as he deepened the kiss, merging your lips with his.
Your bodies rocked backwards and forwards, your cuffed hands pressed against his chest meanwhile his were around your back and the other was in your hair. Bellamy’s hand moved to squeeze your waist and your mouth opened, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue inside and meet your own.
He rolled his tongue over yours during one kiss, and the next, yours had asserted dominance. You swirled around him, tasting him, mixing with him. During the time you took to explore the inside of his mouth, the floor beneath you had disappeared and was replaced with his arms. Your back was against the wall and if he wanted to, he could have dropped you at his feet; you had no way of holding on except for your legs which were wrapped around his hips.
You returned the power to him for a few seconds only to then lightly bite down on his bottom lip. He let out a quiet groan and slowly drew back to press his forehead to yours. For a while, you both stayed like this, breathing in each other’s breaths with your eyes closed.
Everything around you began to spin, and your head felt euphoric as you used his air as your own. The sensation spread through your body, it coursed through your veins and you needed to move, to feel it come to life. Your hips bucked forward but he was quick to push back, pinning you against the wall with a small grunt. His erection pressed between your legs, but he didn’t move. Eyes snapping open, you sent him a pleading look. How much longer was he going to make you wait? You tried to move your cuffed hands between your bodies, but he held them to his chest with one hand.
You wiggled against him, but it was futile.
“Bell,” you almost sobbed. “Bellamy, please.”
He lifted a finger beneath your chin, watching your reddened lips whisper the word ‘please’. He watched your eyes water, tears threatening to spill over the edge. You begged him over and over, and he allowed you to. He let you humiliate yourself in the hopes that he would give you what you wanted. You had completely fallen apart, and now he was going to piece you back together.
“What do you want?” His thumb brushed across your lips.
“Just touch me,” you pleaded.
A few more moments passed of you both just staring at each other, and then it was like something finally snapped in his eyes. He set you down on your feet. At first, you thought he was going to sit back on the bed, and you nearly choked out an objection. That isn’t what happened.
Instead, he pressed another tender kiss to your lips, then to your jaw, your neck, and down your clothed chest. His hands moved down either side of your body as he sunk to his knees in front of you and trailed kisses across your exposed stomach.
Your breaths started coming out in shorter, shallower intervals as he moved further down.
His hands squeezed your hips as he kissed the skin below your navel, causing your eyes to nearly roll back then and there. Finally, he made it to just above the waistband of your underwear. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly now. So close. His hands moved onto your thighs and he leaned in, briefly pressing his warm lips to your thinly covered heat. A jolt of pleasure moved up your body and you gasped. You could feel it—him.
He glanced up at your impatient expression before pulling the underwear down your legs, lifting each foot until it was completely discarded. He eyed the soaking mess that you already were and licked his bottom lip. This was all because of him. His eyes found yours once more, this time wordlessly asking for access despite your obvious enthusiasm.
All you managed to get out was a frantic, “Please”.
And when his mouth finally found your clit, a tear fell from your eye.
Your bound hands fell on top of his head, tugging at the soft waves as his tongue delved between your folds and flicked across your clit. His warm hands moved to the backs of your thighs, burying his face even deeper, exploring you even further. He moved down to your opening, spreading his tongue flat against it and dragging up to collect the mess that you were already becoming. Once he had returned to your clit, his mouth suctioned, sucking with pressure that caused you to let out a cry.
It wasn’t long before you felt the ghost of your orgasm begin to slowly step into the white light. The muscles in your stomach were tensing and rubbing together, preparing for a release that they were guaranteed to have.
Your back arched off the wall as you felt Bellamy’s teeth softly graze against the most sensitive part of your clit. He circled the surrounding area, the nerves beneath your skin setting alight with pleasure under his tongue, burning you from the inside out. When he mumbled something against you, you could feel the vibrations of his voice bury itself deep inside you, and you couldn’t hold back the filthy moan that had been begging to escape.
He pulled back an inch, your hips unconsciously following him as he said, “You lose.”
His mouth returned to your heat, focusing his attention on your throbbing clit, switching between flicking it with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth.
“No,” you managed to breathe out. There was no way something like this could be called ‘losing’. You were the one who got to feel Bellamy’s mouth between your thighs, bringing you to an extreme state of ecstasy. You were the one who had him on his knees before you. “I win.”
He groaned at the sound of your voice and you felt the pleasure move up another level. Your legs buckled beneath you as you tried to grind on his tongue. He took that as a hint to haul one of your legs over his broad shoulder. Now you were another level higher. Your hips bucked against him, feeling almost like you were vibrating as he continued his movements.
Just when you thought the sensation couldn’t get any better, you felt his thick finger suddenly slide deep into your opening and curl. Another tear ran down your cheek and you gripped onto his hair as your head fell back against the wall. You couldn’t even moan; there was only a chorus of strangled noises leaving your throat. He pushed upwards into the soft fleshy wall inside you over and over at a fast and steady pace, and suddenly, you were on the edge of pure bliss, ready to dive into the consuming waters.
His mouth sucked on your clit, tongue circling its peak, meanwhile, he added another finger to pump inside of you.
“Fuck, Bellamy!” Your voice had risen an octave, all breathy and needy.
Like a heartbeat, you could feel yourself throbbing, pleasure building more intensely with each pulse. The muscles in your stomach were so tight it felt like they were being burned with a white-hot flame. Your insides were twisting and coiling and with every curl of his fingers, the feeling only intensified.
Bellamy glanced up at you from below, your eyes meeting in a short exchange.
It all happened so fast.
“I’m–” Before you could finish your sentence, you were shot back up into space, seeing stars.
Your legs tensed up, heel digging into his back as your body began to shake. The coil inside your stomach unravelled, exiting through your opening but not before aggressively rubbing at your insides on the way out. For a moment, you forgot where you were. All you knew was the release, the buzzing in your ears and the way your vision swayed through half-lidded eyes.
Bellamy’s name flowed past your lips like a mantra. He didn’t stop; he kept pumping, kept sucking, prolonging the sensation for as long as he could. Everything was pulsing—the air, his fingers, your pussy. Everything. You would’ve thought you had ascended to a higher dimension if it weren’t for the man beneath you.
You felt his mouth disconnect from your body, fingers still moving inside, although, his pace was beginning to slow and so was your orgasm. The feeling was fading away, leaving you with an overwhelming feeling of weakness in the lower half of your body. Bellamy could feel your legs shaking, so he slid his fingers out. You couldn’t hold yourself up anymore and the next thing you knew, your legs buckled, and you were collapsing to the ground
Bellamy caught you in his arms, pulling you into his lap. He watched your thighs tremble as aftershocks washed over you, creamy liquid dripping down your skin. Your furrowed brows, half-closed eyes, and parted lips were a sight to see; he’d never witnessed anything more beautiful in his life.
You peered up at him through your lashes, cuffed hands resting on your stomach, and you smiled. Then you laughed, and then he was laughing too. His chest vibrated against your skin. Your hands reached up to push back a strand of his hair from his face and suddenly you were kissing again.
He placed a hand on your back and guided you until you were sitting sideways on his lap. Your taste was on his tongue and you loved it. You felt it seep into your own tastebuds as you rewound back to when you came on his fingers. You used his chest as support to help swing your legs on either side of his folded thighs so that you were now facing him.
His hands ran down your sides, stopping at the hem of your shirt before pulling it up over your head, exposing your naked breasts to the warm air. Bras were impractical when you were Bellamy Blake’s girlfriend; he’d always find some way of removing them anyway. Hell, you wouldn’t have been surprised if he had burned all the ones you used to wear.
He lowered his head to your chest, hair tickling your neck as he began making it his mission to cover your breasts in bruises that marked you as his. Despite feeling like your ability to walk was eradicated, you could feel yourself craving more of him, more of his sex. As previously disclaimed, sometimes fatigue didn’t stop you two from going multiple rounds and this time wasn’t an exception.
If only your hands weren’t bound. You wanted to touch him the way he did you. You wanted him to feel the world disappear and be replaced with a mind-numbing sense of sinful pleasure. You wanted to give that to him, but you couldn’t. Your hands were cuffed, and he had the key.
“Uncuff me, Blake,” you whispered.
His head lifted from your breasts, reluctant eyes meeting your own. “Why should I?”
You rolled your eyes at his stubbornness and turned your head away from him, but he was quick to pull you back with two fingers on the side of your jaw.
“You still lost, remember?” he added.
As if you didn’t already know that. “That was not my definition of losing.”
It was his turn to roll his eyes and even though you were supposed to be in a minor disagreement, you couldn’t help but think about how fucking sexy he looked. You leaned forward, lips ghosting over his. “Uncuff me, Blake.”
His jaw clenched and he leaned in, but you quickly pulled away. His eyes narrowed at you and the smirk you were biting back. He had played the ‘humiliation game’ with you and now it was time for payback. Bellamy may have been the one with the keys, but it was you who now had the control.
“C’mon, we both know you’ll give in before me,” he said, arrogantly.
Always count on Bellamy to be egotistical, even in bed. Well, ‘on the floor’ would be more accurate.
“Is that so?”
“It is.”
You hummed, placing your restrained hands on his chest and slowly grazing them down his torso. When you reached his stomach, you made sure to slow down and drag your nails across his skin.
He inhaled sharply when your nails scratched the area above his pants’ waistband. “Very conceited for a boy who can’t even handle being touched.”
His chuckle came out as a harsh exhale. “‘Boy’?”
“A man would take these chains off me.”
“You think taunting me will get me to break?”
Provoking words wasn’t what was going to break him; you knew that. It was underestimation that was going to be his fall. When it came down to it, men were very simple creatures. They chased after pleasure like it was the one thing that kept them alive, and you knew each and every weakness this man had. He thought just because he won the game, he also won the war. Well, guess again. You were going to knock him right off his high horse.
Your fingers dipped into his waistband. His hand quickly clamped over one of your wrists, pulling it away from his pants. Not that it mattered; you didn’t need your hands. He held your hands in the space between your bodies, his chest rising a little more irregularly than before.
You leaned forward, tantalisingly slow. This time he made sure not to move a muscle, allowing you to do exactly what you wanted. Your mouth hovered in front of his and you could feel his warm breath fan across your lips. Softly, almost as if the moment had become sugary and sweet, you pressed a kiss to his lips, a tender closed-mouth moan buzzing in your throat upon contact. He responded with the same energy.
And then the mood abruptly shifted as you glided your tongue across his bottom lip.
You could feel his cock twitch beneath you, and you knew you were headed in the right direction. Grinding down on his lap, you managed to slip your tongue into his mouth as he grunted. One weakness down; four to go. Your tongue swirled around his with each open-mouth kiss, and he had no choice—you both knew he was having the time of his life—but to reciprocate since he had already given up that area of defence.
Your hips continued to rock back and forth across his lap, occasionally applying a bit more pressure in the hopes he would be triggered to move. He wasn’t. Yet. So, you left his lips and moved down to his neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. His head tilted to the side with a sigh, allowing you easier access. This spot was not your main target, though. Your kisses trailed up to his jaw, running along the sides and the curve of his jawline before dipping just beneath the area where his jaw and neck connected. That was one of his weak spots.
His next exhale was shaky, paired with the quietest of groans. Two down. Then you moved on to the next target: just below his ear. Your tongue grazed the area before you left your mark by sucking on his soft skin. He was louder this time and your confidence soared higher. Three; two to go.
He had let go of your wrists now, resting his hands on the curves of your hips with his eyes closed. So much for the whole my-willpower-is-stronger-than-yours dispute. You watched his face as you dragged yourself back and forth over his erection. His eyes screwed shut, brows pulling together, and his fingers pressing hard into the soft plush of your hips.
Come on. Come on, you thought.
“Let go, Bell,” you purred into his ear. Your entire body weight shifted onto his lap and you almost revealed the same weakness you were trying to pull from him. He was so incredibly hard now that it probably wasn’t even healthy. He would have to unchain you soon. And just to pour gasoline on an already roaring fire, you added, “I want to feel you inside me.”
That was it. He couldn’t deny himself the heaven you were giving anymore. His hips bucked up into you, creating a pseudo-sensation of sliding between your folds—an action that erupted a full-fledged moan from his lips, causing your inner walls to flutter and your stomach to drop.
Weak point four—check.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath before suddenly snatching the knife from the holster on his belt and splitting the leather cuffs around your wrists.
And five. Check yes Juliet.
Wow. he couldn’t even manage to grab the keys.
Your hands were free at last, and you wasted no time in using them. They rushed down to unbuckle his belt and tossed it on the floor with a clink. Before you could continue any further, Bellamy rolled you over so that you were now lying caged beneath him. His lips came down on yours in a flurry of passion.
Now that you had full-body autonomy, you couldn’t help but explore every inch of him that you were once denied of touching. Your fingertips ran over his back, over the ridges of his shoulder blades, and around his large biceps. You wove your fingers into the roots of his hair and tugged just because you could.
He reached under the curve on your back, pulling your body up into his, your pelvis’ meeting in a rough collision. He was a mess of grunts and groans and you were quickly inhaling more air than you needed.
You moved a hand to his cheek to deepen the kiss as your touch explored his body further, slipping between your bodies and settling on unbuttoning his pants. Unzipping his flier with one-handed skill, your warm, soft hand slipped into his boxers, finally coming into contact with his hard cock.
His head fell to your chest with a broken moan.
Your fingers curled around him, beginning to stroke up and down his length. Bellamy had taken many of your firsts, including your first time so you had no one to compare him to. However, you were well aware that he was bigger than average. Even if he hadn’t been, you were certain he would satisfy you the same; he was just that good.
He managed to lift his head back up and return to your lips as your arm pumped up and down. His hips lurched forward as your grip increased. All he could think about was how good you were going to feel when it was your heat that was engulfing him, how wet and warm you always were.
Your hand reached the head of his cock, thumb rubbing circles over his tip as you felt drops of precum coat your fingertip. He was usually able to last a long time, just like you, but this was different. Everything inside him was built up for a century, and it would not take much until he was coming in your hand. You wanted him to reach that point as soon as possible.
You left pecks trailing from his mouth, across his cheek, and to the side of his jaw. The bone of his jaw fell victim to your grazing tongue as your pace increased along with the pressure of your grip. He was breathing heavily now, every second breath mixed with a low, breathy moan or grunt. You were throbbing just listening to the sounds he made.
A few curses left his mouth, revealing how close he was—that and the way his cock was practically pulsating in your hand. You twisted your hand with each stroke, effortlessly gliding your palm down his large veiny length. Your thumb grazed over the sensitive band of skin beneath the head of his cock, and his entire body flinched.
He was almost over the edge; all you had to do was give him a little push. Wanting to see his face one last time before you did, you leaned back, cradling his jaw in one hand whilst the other continued below. His eyes were shut, inner brows pulled upwards in a painfully blissful expression and strands of dishevelled dark hair had fallen across his forehead. God, he was gorgeous. What you wouldn’t give to…
No. You had your pleasure; now it was his turn. With each jerk and twist of your hand, your fingers ran over his tip then moved back down to lightly squeeze and repeat. You pressed one last peck to his lips before travelling to that spot below his ear, running your tongue over the skin and then sucked.
His cock twitched in your hand, stomach tensing against your forearm before he finally let go. He let out a loud guttural moan of your name, almost a cry, as he released onto both your hand and the inside of his pants. His head fell forward into the space between your neck and shoulder, groaning into your heated skin which sent vibrations down to your breast.
He remained in that spot for a few moments as you continued to slowly pump him up and down whilst pressing kisses to his shoulder. As he attempted to get his breath back, you removed your hand from his pants and moved both onto his back, lightly dragging your nails over his skin.
Now you were both even, but it was clear this was far from over.
Warm pants fanned across your face after he recovered enough to hover over your body. You were about to tease him for coming quicker than you did, but his tongue was suddenly in your mouth, rolling around your own. And then you felt it—he was already hard again.
That’s a lot of stamina for a hundred-and-fifty-one-year-old man.
He left your lips again and rose to his knees. His carnally intense eyes never left yours as he pulled both his pants and boxers down to his lower thighs. You watched as his cock sprang from his boxers and bounced off his toned stomach. Still looking good for a hundred-and-fifty-one-year-old man too. Extremely good. Like, actually drool-worthy good.
And it seemed he was thinking the very same thing.
“You’re so beautiful,” he spoke, almost like he couldn’t believe the fact himself before he descended back down to you, mouth hot on yours.
His hands were on the floor on either side of your shoulders, essentially trapping you beneath him. You loved how small he made you feel compared to him; almost like he could hold you in the palm of his hand like a little china doll. The treatment he gave you was also like that of a china doll—such a delicate and treasured touch. Though, there were times when he would practically throw you around like a rag doll, mostly when you were both deep in an intense fuck session.
The length of his cock glided over your stomach as he moved his body into each kiss. It was so close to where you needed it, yet still so far. Your legs curled around his hips in an attempt to guide him to your entrance, but he showed slight resistance. His tip was just pushing through your folds, sliding across with each movement he made. It was torture.
You pulled back from his lips, hands almost clawing at the sides of his chest. “Please, Bell, just–”
A gasp escaped you both as Bellamy finally pushed inside you in one fluid movement, his hips almost meeting yours as he filled you as much as your previously abstinent body allowed. Your walls welcomed him and the long-awaited feeling of his cock brushing against that back-arching spot deep within you. He hadn’t even moved yet, but your eyes were fluttering, and your throat was already tightening as you struggled to let out a moan.
Neither of you could do anything but struggle to keep your composure, waiting for the overwhelming heat of pleasure to subdue just the tiniest bit so your bodies could start moving without the world crashing down around you. After moments of stillness passed, Bellamy finally began to move, his pace slow but so, so deep. His gaze was intense as he found his rhythm, sliding almost completely out and then pushing himself back inside you. Fuck, the way your warmth consumed him was hypnotic.
It was kind of like the first time you had slept together those many years ago, minus the nearly unbearable pain when he first entered you, of course. It was intense yet still so full of adoration.
Your body soon grew accustomed to the feeling of his cock stretching you open, making room for him to bury even deeper, to feel your walls completely swallow him whole. That is when his pace started to increase. Your arms hooked around his biceps, bringing him closer as he continued his thrusts.
Not long passed before his hips were snapping against yours; he wasn’t just sliding in and out of you anymore—he was fucking you, pounding into you. Each time he buried himself deep, the area above his cock ground against your clit, stimulating you from the inside and out, so much that it was impossible to hold back a moan.
He moved a strand of hair away from your face, nodding his head as if to praise your vocalisation. The sight of him praising you for simply enjoying yourself as he fucked you was something that turned you on beyond belief. Not that you needed any more turning on at that point, but still, the reaction stood firm.
You wanted him deeper, in any way that was still physically possible.
And then, a sudden, lust-bound thought entered your mind and before you could even ponder it, you had used all your strength to roll yourself on top of his body. Now, his hands were on your hips, head thrown back on the floor and mouth hung open as you rode his cock.
“Oh, fuck!” Bellamy groaned.
Your hands were on his thighs as to hold up your half-reclined position and you were bouncing up and down, rolling your hips so you could feel him everywhere inside you.
A shudder ran down your body, peaking the nipples of your bouncing breasts. You swore you could almost feel him in your stomach. You shifted your body weight into your arms and pushed yourself upwards, sliding his cock nearly all the way out, circling your entrance around his tip before sinking back down to his base.
The both of you let out a synced noise of satisfaction.
His eyes followed each roll of your breasts in a trance, and then he cupped one in his hand, circling his thumb around your sensitive nipple. You gave Bellamy a smile, one that was so sweet and unintentionally seductive. He let out a half chuckle, half groan.
Your legs began to burn, a reminder of the experience you had with Bellamy’s tongue just before this. The way your clit was slapping against his pelvis each time you dropped mimicked the way his tongue had previously flicked and rolled around it. Your pace was beginning to slow, and your rhythm faltered, but you didn’t want the sensation to stop. Instead, you let yourself sink fully down on his cock, and your eyes rolled back. Ok, now he had to be in your stomach because there was no other explanation for the deepness you felt.
He was permanently in that spot that had blood rushing to your head, and with your hips rocking back and forth the way they were, your gut was throbbing with a build-up of ecstasy.
“I–” you panted. “I can’t hold myself up much longer.”
You squeezed his thighs, surely leaving behind red marks as you tried to push yourself up and down a few more times, pleasure and pain fuelling each of your repetitions. It was no use; your arms were trembling, and muscles were burning.
Bellamy was quick to your aid. “I’ve got you, princess, don’t worry.”
His hands moved to your back, pulling you forward, and colliding your breasts into his chest. Next thing you knew, he was pounding hard up into your pussy, his movements so fast you couldn’t even count the number of thrusts he made every five seconds, but it felt so good. So good that you almost screamed.
Your clit was throbbing, inner walls clenching around his unrelenting cock. You were hot, your body slick with sweat, but it wasn’t just that; there was also a fire pooling at the bottom of your abdomen, spreading through your muscles, through every fibre of your being and you didn’t want it to stop.
Bellamy’s arms were wrapped around your waist, rendering you immobile to each of his insatiable thrusts but it made you feel all the more incredible. He was hitting that soft, fleshy spot inside you over and over again, and you felt like you were going to burst. Your stomach was fluttering, his cock was pulsing inside you, and you were a mess of whines and moans.
“You feel–” he couldn’t even speak without releasing a rough moan. His arms tightened around you, mouth moving against your shoulder to say, “Feel so good.”
You couldn’t help but cry out at his words; he sounded so drunk on pleasure.
He began pressing rough kisses to your neck and the noises leaving your throat were utterly impure. His knees bent inwards, allowing him to thrust even faster into you. You were both overcome with desire, hellbent on chasing your release that was taunting you from the shadows. Bellamy seemed almost animalistic, sucking and biting at the skin of your neck whilst pounding into you from below.
Like always, he had made it so that you didn’t have to lift a finger, and he liked it that way. He was making you feel like you had slipped into heaven, and only he could do that. One of his many sources of joy was that your body only knew his cock, and it would forever only know his because that was how long he planned to love you.
You placed a hand on the floor beside his head, hovering your face above his. His eyes were quick to find yours as you gazed down at him.
In between each of his thrusts, you breathed out, “I–love–you.”
He looked so flustered, so puffed out. He was unable to repeat the words back without them sounding like a laboured breath of air so instead, he jerked forward and latched his mouth on the bone of your jaw, turning your skin red and purple.
Your head turned to the side to give him easier access only to unexpectedly come face-to-face with yourself being absolutely destroyed in the mirror’s reflection.
Well… It sure wasn’t a vanity problem these people had, you knew that now.
“Bellamy, look,” you gasped.
His entire body stilled at the sound of your voice and he eyed you with a worried expression. “Did I do something?”
“No,” you tilted his head with your hand so that he was looking at the mirror too. “I just…”
He didn’t need to hear more; Bellamy knew exactly what you wanted—to watch. Watch as his cock plunged in and out of your pussy, watch it curve into your entrance, watch your body bounce on top of his with each thrust. Damn, he’d wished either of you had noticed the mirror before so he could have watched you ride him from two point-of-views.
His gaze returned to you. “Hop off.” You were about to protest, but he beat you to it by clamping a large hand over your mouth. “Trust me.”
You gave him a puzzled, hesitant look but eventually submitted to his command, sliding off him and onto the hard marble floor. His body had left yours entirely, leaving you feeling cold and empty, inside and out.
It wasn’t long before he positioned himself to face the mirror, kneeling in front of it. He curled an arm around your waist and slid you across the floor towards him. Like a rag doll. He pulled you backwards onto his lap so that your back was almost against his chest and your thighs were spread open on either side of his.
“Lean back,” he said, and you did.
Your back was flush against him, and you could feel his racing heart reverberating in your ribcage. His arms wrapped around the space beneath your breasts and he pulled you upwards, supporting your weight, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up.
“Ready?” he whispered into your ear as you watched him in the reflection.
You nodded, reaching around to rest a hand on the side of his neck.
He kissed your cheek and your eyes closed at the sweet act of affection. One of his hands moved beneath you as he guided himself to your entrance, his tip pushing against your wet folds. Bellamy watched over your shoulder, his eyes focusing on the way his cock teased opening.
He finally slid inside, and you instantly fell further against him. Muscles were very handy in this kind of situation. You were captivated—his length disappeared into your body and then returned almost to the tip, covered in a thin layer of both your juices. His movements continued over and over, but you never found yourself bored or wanting to look away. Neither did he.
Your lips parted with a moan when he abruptly took one hard thrust up into you. You looked up at your reflection, seeing the expression on your face, seeing your dishevelled hair… your bouncing breasts. Not that you would say it aloud, but you looked sexy. For a split second, you found yourself finally understanding the attraction Bellamy had to you, and then your mind was torn apart once again.
His speed increased and he was hitting your insides harder and harder with each passing second. You saw your thighs slightly jiggling and weren’t insecure or afraid of Bellamy noticing, but instead found yourself feeling even more turned on.
The room was full of sex—the sounds were wet and harsh, the smell of your pheromones clung to the wall, and the visuals were etched into the mirror in front of your bodies. It was beautiful.
You moved your gaze up to Bellamy’s eyes, seeing him just as captivated as you were, alternating between watching himself slip in and out of your pussy and watching your breasts recoil from each bounce. He then met your gaze, talking to you through unspoken communication. Though you were unsure of the specifics, you were certain he was telling you how much he loved you, how beautiful you looked with his cock inside you, how no one else could ever compare.
His tip repeatedly curved into your G-spot, the rest of his length rubbing against your walls, causing the flames in your stomach to start rising. Bellamy could see the fire in your eyes, and he was ready to turn it into a blazing inferno. He shifted his hold on you into one arm, reaching around your body with the other. His fingers found your clit, instantly applying pressure as he rubbed fast circles around it. That was the gasoline.
Your orgasm was no longer creeping up inside you, but rather rocketing to the surface. You were pulsing around Bellamy’s cock, driving him even closer to his own high. His hips were slapping the skin of your ass as they kept snapping upwards. His abs were more defined as the muscles in his stomach tensed up, trying to keep you upright whilst fucking into you and controlling the orgasm that was threatening to release. You always came before him. Always.
His fingers pressed harder into you, moving side-to-side. Your G-spot was being hit without mercy, only intensifying the pleasure you felt as he rubbed your clit. You alternated between holding your breath and letting out shallow, laboured breaths, signalling how close you were.
You could feel it, Bellamy could feel it—you were pretty sure everyone outside could feel it too, feel the powerful energy leaking from the house you were in. That is what it felt like. Powerful. And now it was about to take over your entire body.
“Bell, I’m gonna–”
“I know,” he panted. “Me too.”
Your hand fell over his, pushing down on it, applying more force even though you weren’t sure he could even press any harder. His hand was almost blurring in the mirror, and his cock was pounding. He was breathing so heavily against your back and into your ear that it sounded like he couldn’t even control the grunts and moans leaving his mouth anymore.
He circled your clit a few more times before your hand moved further down to the place you both connected. Your fingers found the area between his cock and your pussy, feeling him slide over your fingertips as he moved in and out. That was what sent you over the edge.
The blaze in your stomach exploded, sending sparks throughout your body. Your moans were uncontrollable, rebounding off every corner of the room. Your ears were buzzing with overwhelming silence, your vision partially blacked out and you felt so, so good. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, but you hardly noticed, unable to think about anything except Bellamy’s cock. You had ascended to a higher dimension and he was right there with you, endlessly pounding up into you, prolonging your mind-numbing high.
Feeling your walls clenching around him was all it took for Bellamy to fill you up with his come. His cock twitched, and the warm liquid came rushing out in spurts, coating your insides with white—with him. The thick warmth of your mixed juices leaked from your opening and dripped down his length. Your inner thighs were drenched.
His thrusts were sloppy and rough, desperate to keep the feeling coursing through his body as long as possible. The sounds he made were so guttural and raw that you weren’t sure if they made you come again or if they just prolonged the orgasm you were already having.
Somehow, in the midst of both your highs, you had ended up on the floor, partially laying on each other whilst frantically gulping down air.
You couldn’t move. One of your legs was tangled between his, and one arm was thrown across his chest. Your breasts were pressed against the hard ground, head turned to the side facing Bellamy. Everything was shaking, or maybe it was just your entire body uncontrollably quivering. Even your pussy was still clenching, causing you to flinch with each fraction of a movement it made.
Bellamy had a forearm over his eyes, panting heavily; his other arm was still wrapped around your waist.
The both of you just lay there for a few minutes, not talking, not moving, just recovering. Eventually, Bellamy gained back enough strength to speak.
“We didn’t even make it to the bed,” he chuckled.
You then realised you were both literally lying naked on a stranger’s bedroom floor and laughed. “We would’ve ruined the sheets anyway.”
“Probably,” he sighed, contently. He pulled you further onto his chest, bringing your face to nuzzle into his neck. He pressed a kiss into your hair. “I love you too, princess.”
You smiled into his skin, remembering the declaration you previously made. Tilting your head up and resting your chin on his chest, you stared up at him, eyes full of reverence. He peered down at you with a grin, and then his lips were on yours again, soft and slow; so tender that you–
“Oh, come on!”
You both pulled apart at the sudden new voice. In the doorway stood a very irritated Murphy. He seemed too shocked—more like too horrified—to even look away.
Bellamy ripped a blanket from the edge of the mattress and pulled it over your body. “Murphy, I swear to god I’m gonna kill you! Get out!”
“Oh my god!” he shouted in response. “I can’t catch a fucking break around here!”
His voice echoed down the staircase as he fled the building. Someone probably needed to find him a shrink after the number of times he had walked in on you both. He had made it back outside, returning to the rest of the group, though not far enough away for you to miss his very loud complaints.
“Where are the damn carnivorous bugs when you need them?!”
“What’s wrong?” you heard someone ask him.
“What’s wrong? They’re fucking animals, that’s what’s wrong!”
You turned back to face Bellamy, grinning in a daze. “I’ll say.”
Bellamy smirked, humming in agreement as he rolled back on top of you.
It was hard to say how many more rounds you went. The only time you stopped was when your bodies were screaming for a break, and during that time, all you could think was thank god for contraceptive implants.
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I would love to see alpha Lexa a bit self conscious about being on her hands and knees for Clarke. Also she could be embarrassed about asking Clarke if she can wrap her legs around Clarke's waist if they're in missionary. Basically Lexa learning how to bottom for Clarke 👀
That really inspired me, anon. Thanks!
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Lexa’s thighs trembled as she lowered herself to the floor, her left knee popping as it hit the soft carpet of Clarke’s room.
A cool thumb touched the side of her lips and she opened them, but Clarke didn’t push it in, holding her chin instead.
“You don’t have to do this,” Clarke said in the darkness of her room, the soft early night rain splashing against the closed window.
Lexa shook her head. “But I want to.”
A thin ring of blue was the only light in Clarke’s dark eyes. “You don’t have to do this only because I do it for you.”
Lexa felt the skin between her eyes tighten at her frown. “I don’t do things only because you do them too.”
Clarke smiled, cupping Lexa’s cheek in surrender. She spread her legs on the bed, leaning backwards. Her erection bobbed between them, thick and angry red. “I’m not challenging you. But I want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
Lexa swallowed her pride, closing her eyes. Clarke’s hands were always so warm, with a soft, caring touch to her face. But Lexa was scared. She didn’t want to disappoint, and Clarke was so good at oral, and now she was afraid she would pale in comparison.
“Can—” Lexa cleared her throat, steeling herself and opening her eyes to find desire in Clarke’s face. “Can you tell me what to do?”
“Oh, darling.” Clarke sat up straighter on the bed, her knees engulfing Lexa’s shoulders. “I’ll do anything you want.”
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The hand on Lexa’s waist burned as it tightened its grip. Lexa breathed slowly, her entire body shaking as she buried her face in Clarke’s pillow.
She wanted this; she had asked Clarke for this, and she thought she was ready. But as Clarke finally slipped in with a broken whimper, Lexa was nothing but overwhelmed. Everything tightened like it had never been before. Her blunt nails hurt against the sheets, her skin itched, and the air was suddenly thin.
“Stop, stop,” Lexa mumbled under her breath, wiggling against the heated body behind her. She didn’t wait for Clarke, turning and ignoring the searching hands as she escaped to her en suite bathroom. The door locked with a low click. Her legs trembled as she sat on the closed toilet lid, and muscles she didn’t know she had were complaining and begging to be sore. Hard and leaking, her erection mocked her.
“Lexa?” Clarke asked with a shake of her voice. The following knocks on the door were fast, almost desperate. “Talk to me. Are you okay?” The doorknob rattled once.
Shame rose to Lexa’s cheeks, and she bit down on a sob.
“Do you want me to go?”
Lexa hated how small Clarke sounded. Either way, she didn’t reply.
It was close to an hour later when she opened the door, hoping to find her empty bedroom. Instead, sitting on the floor with her back against the bedside, Clarke looked up at her with red, puffy eyes. It made Lexa feel better and worse.
Clarke stood up and took a step closer, but stopped, pulling her arms back. The hesitation hurt, and then it hurt more because Lexa knew it was her fault.
“Can we just cuddle?” Lexa asked, avoiding pleading blue eyes.
Clarke nodded so fast her curls bounced, and Lexa hid under her girlfriend’s chin.
“I’m sorry,” Lexa whispered to a little freckle on Clarke’s neck. “I thought I was ready, but…”
“Did I hurt you?”
Lexa looked up to see tears on Clarke’s cheek. It downed on her what Clarke must be thinking, and she felt like crying, but it came out as an irritated snarl, and Clarke flinched.
“No, babe, no, I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me. I was overwhelmed.”
“I thought I had hurt you.”
“Fuck, Clarke, I’m sorry.” She melted into Clarke’s trembling arms. “I’m embarrassed.”
“We don’t have to do it if—”
“I’m embarrassed that I can’t take it the way you can.”
Clarke hugged her tighter, her warm hands rooming over Lexa’s back. Her touch was soothing, and Lexa took a deep breath, finally relaxing.
“We can start slow, babe,” Clarke said and kissed Lexa’s cheek. “We have all the time in the world.”
Lexa guided them to the bed and turned to let Clarke be the big spoon. She gasped when Clarke pulled her close.
“Clarke? Are you still hard?”
Clarke cleared her throat. “I kind of panicked when I thought I had hurt you, but I guess that half a second inside you will get me going for a while,” Clarke confessed from the protection of Lexa’s nape.
“Is there anything I can do for you?” Lexa felt Clarke swallowing. “You’re sensitive. Let me use my mouth on you.”
The moan Clarke breathed on her skin was enough of a reply.
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It started as an argument.
Between the two alphas, arguments sometimes escalated to yelling, and then snarling, and finally, a hot, apologetic and anger-infused make out.
But Lexa wouldn’t let this one go easily, even if Clarke’s tongue worked marvels inside her mouth.
They had been to another of Anya’s obnoxious parties, chilling on the front porch with Clarke’s friends. A girl that later Lexa discovered was in the class Clarke TA’d, approached them with a smile Lexa immediately disliked.
The girl was insistent, Lexa had to give her that.
She flirted with Clarke in front of her, and while Clarke politely declined any suggested offers, Lexa intervened when the girl touched Clarke’s thigh without consent.
“Whoa, why do you even care?” the girl had asked with cheap alcohol in her breath, a sly smile as she looked Lexa up and down. “You’re an alpha.”
“I’m her girlfriend,” Lexa spit between gritted teeth, anger warming up her belly. Or those two shots of tequila, either or.
The girl stared Lexa down and laughed, high and sickly sweet. “But you’re an alpha. You can’t give her what I can.”
Before Lexa could react, Clarke, always the ambassador, stepped between them and said something that made the girl walk away with a mumbled “whatever.”
The fight unfolded after that, leading to the arguing in the car, the yelling outside Clarke’s apartment, and now the sweaty hand inside Lexa’s underwear.
Their clothes fell in batches, pools of polyester and cotton leaving a trail to Clarke’s bed. Clarke breathed hard as her back hit the mattress, her legs spreading to cradle Lexa between them. But Lexa shook her head, one hand firm on Clarke’s chest.
“I’m not going to fuck you.”
Clarke’s frustrated whine would be comic if it wasn’t for the desperate glint in her eyes. “Babe, I told you that I had never talked to that girl—” Lexa’s hand on Clarke’s throat cut her off. Not enough to choke, but more than necessary to shut her up. Clarke swallowed hard, and Lexa watched her pupil dilate.
“You’re going to fuck me, and you’re going to do it like you fucking mean it.”
Clarke swallowed again, nodding, and her dick throbbed against Lexa’s abs, earnest and leaking.
“Good.” Lexa let go of Clarke’s throat and allowed the other alpha to switch their positions. She hoped she sounded more assertive than she felt, but after many slow, patient times, Lexa was ready to feel Clarke letting go with her.
It was an understatement that neither would last the moment Clarke entered her, the arguing and the anger forgotten as Lexa clung to Clarke’s back. Her thighs trembled open, and Clarke kissed her chin and helped her lock them around her waist. She didn’t move at first, hovering over Lexa as they shared wet, deep pulls of air until Lexa nodded, Clarke’s long curls sticking to her forehead.
There was no warning as Clarke set a rhythm of shallow and fast thrusts, her headboard hitting the wall at a relentless pace. Lexa whined and held on, enjoying the way Clarke’s soft belly teased the head of her cock at each thrust. She pulled on blonde downy hair at Clarke’s neck, and Clarke growled, pulling Lexa’s hips higher and deepening her reach. Her broken, pitiful whine would embarrass Lexa if it didn’t feel so good.
“You ok?” Clarke panted between the sharp pumping of her hips and Lexa nodded, scratching the blonde’s back.
“Don’t stop.”
“Anything for you,” Clarke promised and pulled back enough for a messy, tech-clashing kiss, and found her spot on Lexa’s neck to keep fucking her silly into the bed.
Lexa didn’t know how long she could take that, with her legs already burning in protest, but she wouldn’t have to; she felt her climax climbing its way from her center, and instead of pursuing it, she let it come to her, surrendering any amount of control and letting Clarke do the hard work.
And God, she did it right.
Lexa dug her nails into supple flesh as a warning, gasping a single “Clarke” into the panting girl’s ear before throwing her head back and coming silently at first, her mouth open in a mute scream as she made a mess between them. The scream finally came along with the blackening of her vision, a moan loud enough to echo in the small bedroom.
Clarke moaned with her, her thrusts vigorously increasing in pace as Lexa trashed under her, and there was no more constant rhythm or pace, just a messy grinding and clash of wet flesh as Clarke came with a whispered confession of “better than any omega.” Lexa moaned all over again at that, adding to the growing mess between them.
“I love you,” Clarke said after controlling her breathing, brushing Lexa’s hair from her face. “I love you, Lexa. I love everything about you.”
Lexa kissed her forehead, and they both moaned as she fluttered around Clarke. “I love you too.”
Clarke nuzzled Lexa’s ear. “Do you know what I told that girl before she left?”
An involuntary snarl crossed Lexa’s lips at the thought of the nosy girl from the party. Clarke kissed it away with a chuckle. “I told her she could never fuck me the way you do.”
The growl that left Lexa’s lips was now playful, and she flipped them over, moaning as Clarke slipped out. “What about I remind you of that?” Lexa said breathlessly, leaning down to bite Clarke’s lip.
“Please do.”
#ask the owl#clexa#abo#omegaverse#alpha/alpha#clarke griffin#lexa the 100#fanfiction#nothing like smut to get me to post#drabble#baby bottom lexa is trying#look at her bloom my loves#i will die on the hill that they are nintendo#switch
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John Murphy - I'll protect you
You and John share a tent and when the grounders attack he tries to protect you. but you find out that you can protect yourself as well.
Word count: 1.4k
It hadn’t been long since all of you were sent to the ground and some people had already started bargaining for food, for warmth, for weapons. And you had done the same. You had bargained with Murphy and the two of you had come to an agreement. You could stay in his tent with him, cuddled up and warm, and you’d help him whenever he got hurt. Now, this deal, it didn’t take him long to agree, he’d had a crush on you since back on the ark, but the two of you promised, no sex, just cuddling. He had made sure that you wouldn’t tell anyone about your sleeping arrangements. He needed to look strong and menacing after all. But maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind sharing a tent with Murphy. You trusted him, he would take care of you, you were sure of that.
So a couple days later, you were working with Clarke to heal the wounded. Sometimes it was just someone trying to get out of doing any work. I mean a blister does not need medical help, it’ll heal itself, but you understood. Some of the leaders were hard on the group and didn’t really give them breaks.
At night you’d all gather around the campfire, eat together and hang out. You did the same, you sat with Clarke and Octavia and really enjoyed your night. You loved the night sky, it was beautiful, but the temperature had definitely dropped. This wasn’t even close to what you expected earth to be like.
You looked to the other side of the campfire. There was Murphy joking and laughing along with his friends. You kept watching him for a while, until all of a sudden Murphy turned to look at you. “You know, I’m going to bed, we gotta get up early tomorrow.” He said loud enough for you to hear. It made you chuckle, you knew he liked to cuddle and he therefore said it so loudly to make sure you would follow. “Hey, I'm going to bed, I’m tired.” You said to the girls, who wished you a goodnight, no suspicion whatsoever.
You walked to the far end of camp, where your shared tent stood. Murphy wanted your conversations to be for just the two of you, so he couldn’t get caught being soft. You crawled into the tent and started taking your boots and coat off. You quickly dove into bed trying to stave off the cold. It took only minutes for Murphy to join you. He too quickly took off his clothes and jumped into bed next to you. “You cold?” He asked. You only nodded at him. “Alright, come here.” He opened his arms for you and you quickly crawled over to his side of the bed. He had become such a softy for you. It didn’t take long at all for the both of you to feel warm, all cuddled up together.
You had almost fallen asleep when you heard footsteps into water, which was strange, everybody knew where the water pit was and no one would step into it with these temperatures. You shook Murphy awake and by putting a finger to your lips, you silenced him. You pointed to your ear, trying to get him to listen closely. He too heard the sound and softly pushed you out of his arms and stood up as much as he could in the tent. He put on his coat and shoes as fast and as silenced as he could. He looked at you one more time and softly said, “ Stay here and be quiet.” “What if I get attacked?” He turned back to you, he rummaged through his pockets and pulled out a hand made knife. “Here.” He gave you the knife and you turned it over into your hands. This was okay, you could work with this. “Be carefull.” You whispered and with that he zipped open the tent and disappeared into the dark night.
You waited patiently in the tent, but as the time went on, you only heard more noises. “GROUNDERS!” One of your people called out. You heard the sound of metal on metal and heard yelling and groaning, you knew this was dangerous. Your breathing caught in your throat as you saw a figure move outside the tent. A hand grabbed at the opening and pulled it open.You took a moment to see who was at the other end, not wanting to hurt anyone from your group. But it was a grounder, a big and strong looking grounder. You took hold of the knife and stabbed at his throat multiple times. Soon enough he fell to the ground. You quickly put on my coat and boots and climbed out of the tent. You looked around, people were dying everywhere and the ground was covered in blood.
You heard someone charge at you from behind, the man was screaming as he came towards you, you ducked and swung around, knife held high. You stabbed the man in his knee, he fell over and you quickly jabbed him in the heart multiple times until he stopped making any type of noise, blood dribbled everywhere.
You had to take a breather. You had never killed anyone before until today. And now, twice already. Were there more coming? You were covered in grounder blood and it stuck to your hands. You tried to rub it off but it didn’t move.
You decided that your best bet was to find John. You looked around you, but the darkness made it hard to see anything beyond your outstretched hands. All the torches had gone out or probably deliberately put out. You crept through the camp, staying close to the wall so you’d only have to watch your right side.
You crept closer to the dropship and noticed that Clarke was fighting with a grounder. You looked around you, there must be something here that you could use. Your hands touched the ground, you searched for anything and found something cold. You picked it up and realized it was a gun. You stood up straight and pointed the gun at the grounder. Shooting a gun can’t be that, you thought. You made sure Clarke was a safe distance away from the grounder and then you shot. It was a semi-automatic and the gun went off multiple times until you stopped pulling the trigger. You were a little bit in shock at the power of the gun and almost promised yourself to never handle a gun again.
“Clarke,” You started, “Are you okay?” You looked her over and felt down her face and arms. “Are you hurt?” She huffed after that fight with the grounder. “No, I’m alright, I think.” She was out of breath and patted herself down to make sure she wasn’t hurt. “What is happening?” You asked. “We’re under attack by grounders.” Yeah, that much you knew. You looked at the gun in your hand and turned to Clarke. “You want a gun? I didn’t much appreciate its use.” She gladly took it off of you. “I’m going to go look for Murphy.” “You be careful, now.” Clarke said, running to help someone who crawled over to the dropship.
You could see that the firepit was still blazing and it made it easier for you to see and from afar you saw John fighting two grounders. You looked around you and made your decision on how to safely get to John. You stayed low and hoped this would not attract any grounders to your location. You crept along the ground and felt in your jacked to find John’s knife and held it tightly in your hands. You didn’t want to use it, but if the situation arises you’d do what was necessary. You looked up to see where John was. He was no longer in a battle with two grounders. It seemed that Bellamy had given him a hand and together they had fought them off. You couldn’t see any grounders left as you looked around. And before you knew it, Bellamy yelled “It’s clear!”. You stood up from your crouched position and breathed a sigh of relief.
“Finally.” You muttered. You returned the hand made knife back in your pocket. Clarke came from the dropship and ran over to Bellamy, engulfing him in a tight hug. She must have been terrified to lose him. Which made you immediately look for John. You got tapped on the shoulder and as you turned around and saw it was John. You placed your fingers on his cheeks and pulled him in for a kiss. You hesitated for a minute as your lips met, does he want this just as much as I do? But you felt him kiss you back hungerly and your fears disappear in the night.
#the 100#clarke griffin#bellamy blake#drabble#y/n#one shot#fanfic#fanfiction#imagine#preference#John Murphy#john murphy imagine#the100#murphy
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hi! my names Maria and I write for an assortment of characters and people, and requests are currently open. I constantly have 20 wips and seem to never finish them. I'm looking for a beta/ghost reader that'll help me navigate my wips, so if you're interested message me!
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traitor
based on the song traitor by Olivia Rodrigo where Tom Holland cheats on y/n with Zendaya. y/n has to navigate through her emotions and the aftermath of their ruined relationship.
i wanna be yours
Frat!Tom Holland finally admits his feelings to y/n and her reaction isn't exactly what he expected.
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empty heart
based off "why are you lying to me", "how do you think this ends", and "i would have done anything for you" from my prompt list. Tom Holland seems to have found someone else but y/n can't help but be stuck on him.
absquatulate
based off "i thought I lost you", "do you even still love me", and "I'm falling apart" from my prompt list. Bellamy Blake and y/n are broken up but stuck together on the Ring, what happens when she wants to be left behind while they survive?
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forbidden - princess!y/n, prince!Tom Holland
everything I wanted - falling out of love with Calum Hood
[unnamed] - Tom Holland and y/n are old friends who have feelings for each other, when she rejects him, what will happen to them?
[unnamed] - part two to I wanna be yours (send an ask to get on taglist)
[unnamed] - John Murphy almost loses the love of his life.
[unnamed] - the 100 series rewrite
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'Red' just got a new little add-on ;)
“Red, Banners”, Bellarke, The 100, (drabble)
It’d make me really happy if you would come and check it out, give more ideas, colors, themes, etc or – who knows – maybe even join the collection with your own ideas!!!
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Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week 2023!
Hey Clarke Kru! It's been a while since Daily Clarke Griffin has had an event, don't you think? Well, it's time to change that! We're bringing Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week back for its third year! As always, the event will run from October 24th to October 30th. (We start on Eliza's birthday and end the day before Halloween, it's the perfect time to celebrate Clarke, not to mention it's her birth month too!)
As we've done before, a list of prompts have been selected for each day to give you some inspiration for what you create for the week! Like we have said in the past, this event is hosted for all types of content creators, whether you make gifs or graphics or moodboards or videos or fic, we try to pick out themes we think will work for everyone. Check them out below!
Prompts:
Day 1: Favorite Look — For our first day we'd love to see your favorite Clarke outfit/look! Do you love her classic season one outfit? Maybe you like the black and blue outfits of season two! Or maybe give a nod to her temporary outfits like the Ark flashback or one of her dresses? Maybe you think her short hair could use some more appreciation, or you could even make a compilation of all her different hairstyles throughout the years!
Day 2: Favorite Underrated Friendship — We've done favorite friendship/dynamic, but what about a pairing that you think deserved more love? Maybe you wished we got a lot more out of the Clarke and Wells relationship. Maybe it's another one of the delinquents like Miller or Harper. Or what about Clarke and Roan? There's tons of duos to choose from, tell us your fave underrated relationship!
Day 3: Color — For this day we want to challenge all of your beautiful creative minds by channeling color! Whether that be one single color that makes you think of Clarke or a whole plethora of colors by making a rainbow edit! You could even use a color palette generator for some inspo if you want! Anything goes!
Day 4: Lyrics & Poetry — We love seeing things like this in the fandom and we want to see some more! Find a quote of some sort, whether it comes from a song or a poem or even somewhere else, and let it inspire you into creating something beautiful to celebrate Clarke! This could be in the form of gifs, moodboards, fanart, even a songfic! Whatever you want to create, we want to see!
Day 5: Bi Pride — It's not Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week without bi pride day! As always, we'd love to see all the bi love whether it's with a bi flag inspired gifset, a moodboard with cute bi aesthetics, maybe you could even use some lyrics from your fave bi musician as inspo! (Gentle reminder that this day is about bi positivity, we're here to celebrate Clarke's role as a bi leading character!)
Day 6: Halloween — The holiday is right around the corner and we'd love to see some fun and spooky ideas! You could do something orange and black themed, you can make an AU edit like Clarke as a witch or a werewolf! Maybe a manip of what you think Clarke would dress up as. You could also do some spooky horror-inspired editing if that's your thing. Even a Halloween drabble if you feel like writing instead. We hope you have fun with this one!
Day 7: Free Day — As always, we're going to end the week by giving you free rein to do whatever you like for the final day! If you have an extra idea or something you've been meaning to post, now's the chance to do it! It can be funny or shippy or completely AU or even just another compilation of your favorite Clarke moments! It's the last day so we want to see what you love to make!
There it is! Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week 2023 is officially happening! When the event begins please tag all your creations with #cgaw23 so we can reblog them here on the main blog for all our followers to see. We hope everyone interested in the event is able to participate, and we'd love it if you reblogged this post to spread the word! See you soon, friends! 💗💜💙
#cgaw23#clarke griffin#clarkegriffinedit#the100edit#the100daily#palesources#lgbtqcreators#usercreate#smallscreensource#teendramaedit#userthing#usersource#cwladiesdaily#dailytvwomen#userharumi#userdiana#userkaterina#tusergeo#jemmablossom#announcement
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Finding Your Love by Moonlight
Clarke Griffin did not want to be at this Halloween party right now. She was dragged here by Raven, whose girlfriend, Anya, was hosting said party.
Dragged here against her will, Clarke refused to put any effort into her costume, chosing to simply wear her old Sailor Moon shirt, a nod to her old childhood crush.
However, Clarke did not expect her current crush, Lexa Woods, to be at this same party. Moreover, Clarke was not prepared to see Lexa dressed immaculately as Sailor Moon.
In stark contrast to Clarke's pathetic shirt, Lexa wore the full costume, including the iconic blonde wig, white gloves, red boots, and the signature sailor uniform with its sinfully short skirt.
To her embarrassment, Clarke was spotted by Lexa from across the room, making her feel so underdressed compared to her crush who strutted towards her.
"Nice costume. I didn't know I had competition, Clarke." Lexa giggled.
"Thanks, Lexa." Clarke nervously replied as she found herself face to face with her real life crush dressed up as her childhood crush.
"But let's be honest. You're actually Sailor Moon with your costume. You look amazing!" Clarke confidently reaffirmed as she checked out Lexa from head to toe.
"Thank you Clarke. That means so much to me." Lexa smiled widely as her cheeks blushed from Clarke's compliment.
"I actually made this costume myself. My guilty pleasure is cosplaying and I couldn't pass up the opportunity to dress up as my favorite superhero. I swear I had the biggest crush on her." Lexa gushed.
Clarke's eyes widened in surprise. She couldn't believe Lexa, the hottest girl she knew, was into cosplay and shared the same crush as her.
"No way! I had a crush on Sailor Moon growing up too. She was actually my bi-awakening." Clarke confessed with pride.
Surprisingly, the conversation flowed easily between them once they discovered their shared love of Sailor Moon. Clarke loved seeing how passionate Lexa became when she discussed how she made her costume so it didn't come as a total surprise when Lexa asked her
"Hey Clarke. Would you like to take a closer look at my costume? We can go somewhere quieter and more private like my room if you want."
"I'd love that." Clarke eagerly replied as she allowed Lexa to grab her hand and lead her away from the party towards her room.
Coming soon to AO3
I'd like to thank the lovely @lexa-griffins for creating this amazing moodboard for me and beta'ing this drabble
Also, here's my manip of Lexa in her full Sailor Moon costume
#clexa#clexa au#clexa fic#clextober#clextober23#rory's stuff#rory's fic#rory's sin#my writing#cosplayer!Lexa#sailormoon!Lexa#clexamanip#clexa edit#lexa#lexa edit#g!p clarke griffin
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future Tarnished but so grand drabble
A lazy Saturday morning drabble for @lexa-griffins for her birthday and also as an advance apology for all the angst that is to come in the near future.
No, Lexa still wasn’t quite used to the sight she woke up to yet. They had been living together for nearly five years now, engaged for a good two, so she was no stranger to waking up next to Clarke, she had been doing it almost every morning for the past one thousand eight hundred and fifty six days. But Lexa still wasn’t used to it.
It was the constant feeling of peace and contentment, it was the soft love, it was the safety and comfort that Lexa hadn’t known her entire life that she felt every morning now when she opened her eyes. It was rolling over on her side and watching the woman she loved sleep just a little longer, it was knowing she didn’t have to rush out of bed and get things ready or there would be consequences, it was knowing when her partner woke up, she would be met with a smile and a soft good morning.
She used to hate the weekends, used to hate Saturdays in particular because she was forced to spend the entire time within the confines of her house with Michael. Now, Lexa looked forward to it. Saturdays were easily her favorite, she got to spend it at home with Clarke, got to the spend the entire day together lounging in the living room with her head on Clarke’s lap catching up on all the TV show episodes they had missed over the week, or spend hours in bed clothed in nothing but the soft ray of sunshine that had sneaked its way in through the curtains.
“Morning,” Clarke said groggily as her eyes opened, “How long have you been watching me sleep?” She teasingly accusingly, voice low and deep, heavy with sleep.
“Oh not long,” Lexa matched her tone, “Just a couple of hours.” She could barely keep it together till the end of the sentence, a small giggle escaping despite Lexa’s efforts.
“It’s Saturday.” Clarke stated. “And it’s still in the AM,” She added after a quick glance at the clock on her nightstand which read 9:17 am. “So why are we awake, angel?”
Lexa shrugged with one shoulder, “I’m not tired?”
Something flashed in Clarke’s eyes at the statement, a playful sparkle as her lips curled into a matching smirk. “Then maybe…” She started calmly, hand coming up to Lexa’s arm and letting her fingers trace up alone the length of it. “I should tire you out?” She did her best to hide the excitement in her voice, putting on a not-at-all convincing act that this was just for Lexa and not herself. “So we can get a little more sleep?”
Lexa was never one to turn down an offer like that. And it wasn’t long before the two of them found themselves entirely too close to each other with Clarke’s fingers inside Lexa and Lexa’s mouth on Clarke’s chest. It was slow and lazy, quiet moans muffled by kisses, whispered I love yous, and breathless sighs. Clarke’s fingers knowing how best to drive Lexa crazy, Lexa knowing all too well the ways to touch Clarke that would was sure to make her cum by heightening the pleasure she got from fucking Lexa.
It was at least a handful of organs later that the two of them finally came apart on their prospective sides of the bed. Chest heaving and a sheen of sweat covering their skin as they caught their breath. Lexa didn’t wait before closing the distance between them, her face finding the crook of Clarke’s neck and Clarke’s arm immediately going up around her waist.
“Tired?” Clarke asked knowingly.
Lexa’s eyes were already closed. “Enough to go back to sleep for an hour or two, yeah.”
#I think the moodboard is the best part about this#I wrote this in like an hour and a bit#it is a drabble in every sense of the word#can be read as a stand alone too if you haven’t/don’t wanna read tarnished#it’s just a short soft piece#they’re soft and there’s some soft bedroom activities#lexa-griffins#f tarnished but so grand#Clexa#t100#Clexa fic#Drabble#personal
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Welcome back, ghouls! It’s time for Bellarke Creator Shoutout! Happy Autumn! Happy Halloween! Happy Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week! Wow, that was a lot of stuff, and that didn’t even include the end of The Best Of The 100. But guess what? This post does! It has a little bit of both The Best Of The 100 and Clarke Griffin Appreciation Week, as well as some other fanworks! Thanks to the creators who still continue to make things for these events, and of course to those who create even when we don’t have events going on! We love you! Now go check out what we have below! Stay safe and I’ll see you in November! 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡
Bad Jokes With Bellamy Gifset by @kateemcintyre
Bigger Than The Whole Sky Lyrics Gifset by @bellarke
Fandom Calendar Ft. Clarke Gifset by @scarlet-sky
The 1 Lyrics Gifset by @daemonsrhaenyras
Quote Gifset by @bellamyblake
Fire On Fire Fanvid by @/gonaheda_the100 on instagram
Lovebomb Fanvid by @/dempeosheart on instagram
Sheriff/Mother What’s That AU by @/window2willow on twitter
Sports Podcast What’s That AU by @/bi_bellamy on twitter
Work It Out Drabble (Rated G, Canon Divergence, Post-Season 3 and Hurt/Comfort) by junebug_979
Remember to give these works some love to let our creators know how much we appreciate them! And feel free to tag me in any of your Bellarke-related creations! 💖
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#bellarke#bellarkeedit#bellarke fanfiction#bellarke fic rec#bellarke fanvid#bellarke fam#bellarke fandom#bellamy x clarke#bcso*#bellarke creator shoutout
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I’m glad I’m not the only one who thought of threesomes but with two Clarkes or two lexas because both of them can’t fathom being with another person
I don't really mind reading threesomes - or foursomes - with them and another person (artsypolarbear when she was still on tumblr used to have these drabbles of Clarke/Lexa/Raven/Anya that I used to LOVE).
But the two Clarkes (Clarke/Wanheda) or two Lexas (Lexa/Heda) threesome is just [chef's kiss]. Although I might be bias 'cause as we know I am a Clarke Griffin slut and two of her just *vibrating*. And since Wanheda would be a manifestation of Clarke's anger she's a little more.... sadistic and rough 😳 It's also a fun party trick anytime someone tries to made Clarke out to be weak or undeserving of her Wanheda title.
#letter opened#Heda is definitely a demanding power bottom im calling it now#While Lexa is just a messy one#The more pissed Clarke is the bigger Wanheda is#IN HEIGHT#and at the end of the day she is just a manifestation of the darker side of Clarke#that lexa loves just the same#!!!!!!!!!
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It's only us
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/8Ac9dLx
by conehead
Collection of Tumblr prompts-tags in the chapter notes
Words: 824, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The 100 (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/F
Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100)
Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa
Additional Tags: Tumblr Prompt, Prompt Fill, Drabble Collection, mostly fluff with like one angsty one
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/8Ac9dLx
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Loved the captain's daughter prompt! Would love to see lexa lovingly getting the monster strap. Also next morning Indra going like "Lexa why are you walking weird" and then proceed to glare at Clarke the whole day at work. Let's say it wasn't a particularly pleasant day for Clarke.
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"I got you, I got you," Clarke whispered into the downy hairs on Lexa’s nape. Her skin was damp with sweat, and the room was brimming with the scent of sex. Lexa moaned into her pillow, her teeth leaving wet marks on the once impeccable linen. "You good?"
Lexa nodded, her hair a complete mess between Clarke’s fingers.
"Babe, I need to hear it." Clarke gritted her teeth, stopping the slow but constant push of her hips. Lexa had spread even further on the bed, her thighs trembling around Clarke.
"Fuck," Lexa moaned again, balancing on her hands just to fall back on her elbows with a gasp. "It’s too big," she whimpered, and Clarke caught the beginning of a sob.
"I’m pulling out." Clarke had only started to move back when strong fingers grasped her thighs.
"Don’t you dare." Lexa glared at her over her shoulders with tear-filled eyes. "Just give me a minute."
"Lex." Clarke caressed her back and her ass, massaging away the tremble in her thighs. "It’s alright if you’re not up to it tonight. We have other toys and—"
"Clarke, stop talking." The order clicked Calrke’s jaw shut, and she waited, her hands giving Lexa the comfort her words were failing to provide. "Give me the bullet." Clarke obeyed, passing the small vibrator to Lexa’s searching hand.
Clarke had to admit, though, that watching Lexa on her knees taking the ridiculously-sized monster strap Clarke had bought almost as a joke was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. The base thumbed softly against her clit at every thrust, and the quaking in Lexa’s muscles showed how much she wanted it. But Clarke was always careful, and she knew that wasn’t a toy for every single day.
Lexa was stubborn, though.
Lexa moaned and pushed back, catching Clarke by surprise as she braced herself on her moving hips.
"Keep going. Slow, but don’t stop." Lexa’s voice was muffled by the pillow and the increasing vibrating speed between her legs. "I want to feel you."
Clarke bit on her lip and let her nails dig into Lexa’s skin.
"Yes, ma’am."
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"Hey, baby!"
Lexa hugged her dad at the entrance of the restaurant, his strong arms lifting her up from the ground. She welcomed the familiar smell of his cologne and let herself be treated as the princess he thought she was.
"Alexandria." Her mom offered a simpler hug, made formal with her uniform, but Lexa knew that was her way of showing love.
"Are you working today?" Lexa said as she slowly sat at the table the waitress assigned to them, hoping her sunglasses would cover her grimace. Iandra looked her up and down, and Lexa double-checked that her shorts were long enough to cover the bruises Clarke had left.
"We have training this afternoon. I’ll supervise." Indra had her analytical mask on, making her unreadable.
"What are you having, Dad?"
"I don’t even know why I check the menu if I always order the same thing," the man said, passing his menu to Indra. "But what about some margaritas today?"
"I’m working."
"I obviously meant me and the kiddo, darling." Gustus leaned down to place a kiss on Indra’s cheek. "They have something with coconut, I think," Gustus said, picking up the drinking menu from the table.
Lexa felt sweat gathering at her temples as Indra kept her eyes focused on her. She drank her water and hoped her mom would ignore the fact that Lexa was almost limping because of that stupid but also marvelous toy Clarke had left at her apartment.
Earlier that morning, Clarke had started the laundry and left a note before she left, and Lexa could still feel the kiss on her forehead, followed by a whispered--
"Alexandria," Indra said, and Lexa blinked from her daydream. "Were you with Clarke last night?"
Gustus lifted his eyes from the cocktail list, his thick eyebrows coming together. "Who's Clarke?"
Lexa swallowed her water.
"Alexandria has been seeing someone."
"Mom."
"Oh, who is this Clarke?" Gustus leaned his elbows on the table, occupying most of it with his frame. "Why didn’t you invite them to brunch?"
"We’re taking things slow," Lexa justified, drinking more water.
Slow, but don’t stop.
"Well, are you happy, baby?" The smile under Gustus’ beard was real and honest, and Indra rolled her eyes when Lexa nodded. "That’s enough for me. Invite him next time."
"Her," both Lexa and Indra corrected.
"Invite her next time," Gustus added with a broader smile. "I’m liking this already."
Family brunch went on without further revelations until Indra offered Lexa a ride back to her apartment, which she accepted while her dad went to work with his own car.
"You usually prefer walking," Indra noticed during their short drive.
"It’s a little chilly today." Lexa didn’t meet her mother's eyes.
"Are you alright, Alexandria?"
There were only so many lies you could tell a trained police captain. "I pulled a muscle in pilates yesterday; nothing bad."
Indra side-eyed her as she stopped in front of Lexa’s apartment complex, humming in the back of her throat.
"Was Clarke at your place last night?"
"Mom," Lexa warned, closing the passenger door and leaning in at the window. "Thanks for the ride. And please stop picking on Clarke. I think I really like her."
Indra squinted her eyes, her lips pulling at the side. "Have a good day, Alexandria."
Lexa thought about warning Clarke. Maybe a text or something.
She went upstairs and promptly forgot to send the text.
0000
Lexa woke up from her nap with her phone vibrating on her nightstand. "Yeah?" she mumbled into it, not checking the caller.
"What did you tell your mom?"
Clarke’s voice was strained and heaving. It sounded like she had run a marathon.
"Clarke? What’s going on?"
"Your mom is making me run all the rookie trails," Clarke said, stopping to cough. "Multiple times. Even the rookies are pitying me. I’ve puked twice."
"Oh, babe, I’m sorry."
"I’m pretty sure my car won’t be waiting for me at the garage. Can you pick me up?"
"Yes, of course."
"But what happened, Lexa? What did you tell her?"
Lexa bit her lip. "I was a little sore from last night. Mom might have noticed during brunch."
Clarke’s elaborate breathing stopped. "Oh. Okay. Yeah, I deserve this."
"Clarke?"
"I’d do worse if it were my daughter. Yeah, alright, I've gotta go. I’ll probably need CPR by the time you’re here. Just, FYI."
"Noted."
Lexa hung up with a smile. If Clarke was willing to suffer through Iandra’s rage, she must really like her. She plopped back on her bed, the new sheets smelling like the softener Clarke had used. She closed her eyes and touched her cheek where Clarke had kissed her that morning. Her heart picked up at the thought that Clarke would spend the night again, though thoroughly bruised and possibly incapable of moving. Still, Clarke would be there.
Lexa shook herself awake and decided to stretch. Just in case.
(Next)
#clexa#this was a fast one#short drabble#some smutty smut#clexa the 100#clexa fanfic#fanfiction#the 100#clarke griffin#lexa the 100
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One shot [a the 100 heist story]
Summary: Clarke and Bellamy run a band of thieves who steal money for charity. This time, and for the first time, they decide to rob a bank. This is their story.
Wordcount: 2.4K
Wednesday february 22
Outside the bank
10.30am
Clarke peered out of the back window of the van. Her leg was bouncing Bellamy noticed. He placed his hand on her leg to sooth her, trying to steady his own nerves at the same time. “Everybody know what they’re doing?” Bellamy askes, looking at all of them separately. A chorus of yeses and yeahs was heard. “Everybody know why we're doing this? Clarke askes. “For a big payout.” Harper rolled her eyes at Murphy, pushing him slightly. “For charity.” She corrected. “Or at least, mostly for charity.” “At least we get to keep something.” Murphy followed. Jasper and Monty snorted at his comment.
They had all decided to keep the portion that they needed to survive modestly and hand over the rest to a different charity every time. This is what they always do, find a charity that needs help and then they find a place to steal money from, like big corporations. This time however, they had sat their sights on a bank, which was a first.
“Raven.” Clarke nodded at her. “On it.” Raven got busy on the laptop, disabling the camera’s on the outside and inside the bank. She turned off from all sides, either around the building or across the street or inside. They all needed to be off so no one could identify them. “Okay, I got it. All of you be safe out there. I don’t want no funerals, you hear me.” She made it clear. “We’ll be careful, promise.” Clarke reassured her. “Okay, everyone, grab your things, it’s happening.” Bellamy ordered. Everyone checked their bags or pockets for their supplies. “Everyone ready?” Clarke asked, everyone nodded at her. “Okay, let’s go.”
All four of them followed in Clarke’s and Bellamy’s footsteps. Bellamy grabbed a hold of Clarke’s hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We’re going to be okay.” As they all walked into the bank they all took out their guns. “EVERYBODY GET DOWN!” Clarke yelled, shooting her gun in the air. Harper quickly made her way towards the stalls and broke one open using a lifehammer and crawled through. “NOBODY TOUCH THE EMERGENCY BUTTON OR THERE WILL BE HELL TO PAY!” She yelled loudly. “Somebody get me the keycard to the vault!” She followed up.
Bellamy checked out every person that was cowering on the ground. One of them should be the manager and he should have the second keycard. “You got the keycard yet?” Monty asked Bellamy in a haste. “No, still looking. Go check with Harper.” He nodded and moved on.
Bellamy noticed one man wore a suit and he figured he must be the manager. “Hey, you.” He said, pulling the man up by the back of his clothes. “Where is the second keycard?” “I don’t have it.” He stuttered. “Really, ‘cause I’ve looked at everyone here and you’re the only one wearing a suit and you have a clip on your tie saying Arkadia Bank, so I think you’re lying. And do you know what happens to people who lie to me?” The man shook his head. “They get shot. So I’m giving you one more chance to tell me where that keycard is.” He nodded feverishly. “Here, It’s in my pocket. Take it. Take it.” He spluttered.
“Got the keycard.” Harper yelled. “Me too.” Bellamy informed. “Great job, you guys.” Monty said as he picked up the keycards from his friends. He rushed over to the metal door and gave one keycard to Jasper, needing two people at the same time to swipe them. Once the door opened the two of them rushed through followed by Clarke. She looked at her watch and sighed.
Wednesday february 22
Downstairs in the bank
10:43am
“We are not doing so hot on time, people. Let’s hurry up. Keep checking the road for the police, Murphy. We’ve been here more than ten minutes. They must know by now what’s going on.” Clarke yelled as she walked down the stairs to the vault.
“Wow, wow, wow. Stop right there!.” Jasper instructed Clarke. “Why, what’s going on?” “I’m not a hundred percent sure, but I think they have lasers.” He pointed to the path towards the vault. “It’s too easy.” He added. “Hey Raven?” Clarke asked via comms. “Yes, Clarke.” “Can you see if there are laser lights on the way to the vault?” “I can try.” She said.
“In the meantime,” Clarke started, “Monty, do you know how to open the vault.” “With explosives!” Jasper interrupted. “That’s if we have no other way, Jasper.” Monty assured Clarke. “I think I could hack into the vault.” He said pointing to the computer attached to the safe.
Wednesday february 22
Upstairs in the bank
10:51am
“Ah!” Harper screeched. Murphy immediately looked up from his job at the door. “Harper!” He ran over to the stall she had broken and jumped behind the counter. He ran to the man who was wrestling Harper to the ground and grabbed him by the throat and pushed him backwards, before pointing his gun at the man. “Give me a reason!” Murphy growled.
He gave a hand to Harper to help her up from the ground, gun still pointed at the man. “Are you okay?” “Yeah, fine. Thanks.” She said, turning towards him, putting a finger under his chin and turned his face towards herself. She kissed him soundly on the lips. “Thank you, but I’ve got this. I don’t think they will try something again.” Murphy turned to really look at her, and a snarl crossed his face. “I should shoot you. You gave her a black eye.” Murphy said to the guy. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” The man stuttered. Murphy growled one more time before looking back to Harper. “Keep your gun aimed at all times, babe. I don’t want something to happen to you.” “Yeah, yeah.” She said, aiming her gun high, “Now go do your job.” She pushed him towards the open stall and back to the front doors, where Bellamy had taken over looking for trouble at the front doors.
Wednesday february 22
Downstairs in the bank
10:57am
“You should be able to see them now.” Raven said through the comms, mentioning the lasers in the path to the vault. “We do, but we won’t be able to go through them.” Clarke sighed. There’s a lot of them. Can you turn them off?” “I’ll try my damndest.” She replied. “You said you had explosives? Do you think you’ll need to use them?” Clarke asked Monty and Jasper. “I’m hoping I can just hack into the system and open the vault that way.” Monty informed. “But, If that doesn’t work, we got C4 and that definitely will.” Jasper interrupted. “Won’t we have to worry about structure failure?” “No, banks are made to last. Made to protect for a long time.” “Okay, if you say so, Jasper. I trust you.” Clarke said.
Wednesday february 22
Upstairs in the bank
11:04am
“I’m going to go check up on Clarke. Keep everybody down and out of those doors, Murphy!” Murphy sighed, but nodded, this left only Murphy and Harper to look after the clients, workers and police. Bellamy walked through the metal door and down the stairs towards the vault. “How are things going down here? Wow.” He said, taking a step back from the lasers. “Not so well, I see.” Clarke rolled her eyes at him. “Raven’s working on it. But we don’t have much time anymore. We’re already here for more than half an hour.”
“Come here.” Bellamy asked, feeling that Clarke was stressed out. He pulled her in for a kiss and grabbed at her hips. They kissed softly but it became more passionate as the kiss went on. “Got it!” Raven exclaimed excitedly. All heads turned to the lasers that were no longer there. Clarke pecked Bellamy on the lips and then left the safety of his arms to take a better look at the vault. “Okay, so Monty, now it’s up to you.” Clarke encouraged.
Monty walked up to the computer and started typing away at it. “AY, POLICE ARE HERE, WE NEED HELP!” Harper yelled down the stairs over the sound of sirens. “You go, Jasper and I got this.” Monty assured Clarke and Bellamy. They quickly ran back up the stairs, guns raised. Harper had moved from behind the counter to the front doors next to Murphy, where they were shooting at the cop cars.
“Only shoot if necessary.” Clarke barked. “You want them to stay at bay, don’t you?” Harper insisted. “Are you going to help us, or what?” Murphy boomed, opening the door once more and randomly shooting out of it. “Watch out for civilians.” Bellamy yelled. “They have all been evacuated by the police. There is no one to worry about.” Harper explained. “But the police.” Clarke muttered. “If we do nothing, we get caught. It’s our only option. You know this, Clarke.” Murphy growled. Clarke sighed, but got back on the comms, watching Harper, Bellamy and Murphy take care of the police. “Raven, is the outer wall from the vault connected to the alleyway where you are?” “Uhm,” she started, “Let me check.” “I’m going to check up on Monty and Jasper.” Clarke yelled as she made her way down the stairs. Four of them shooting out of one door was going to be too dangerous anyway. The chance that they hit each other would be too big.
“Do you have enough explosives for the vault and the wall to the outside?” Clarke wondered curiously. “We should be able to make that work.” Jasper said. “Raven, got any news for me? Clarke asked. “Yeah, I do. If you go straight to the back you’ll end up in the sewers, there’s a ladder straight up towards the alleyway.” “Thanks Raven. Wait for us in the van and get ready to leave.” “Got it.”
“Let’s get this going.” Clarke said, pointing towards the vault. Monty nodded at her and opened his backpack. He picked out two bars of C4 and stuck them to the vault door. He put two wires in and attached it to a cooking timer. “Everyone ready?” He asked Clarke and Jasper. When there was no complaint, he put the timer on ten seconds and rapidly walked down the hall, pulling his friends with him.
There was a loud bang. and stone and shrapnel went flying. Clarke covered her head with her hand and waited until all the pieces had fallen to the ground. Alarms started blaring loudly and it almost made it impossible to think. “Okay, let’s start filling bags, people.” Clarke strode into the room, opening one of the bags and filling it with the hundred dollar bills that were lying on a cart. “Oh my god, check this out.” Jasper sounded astonished. He had found a closet that was filled to the brim with gold bars. Clarke couldn’t have dreamed of finding this much money. They were really going to help some people with this.
“Okay, you load up the last of this and I’ll go get Bellamy, Harper and Murphy.” Clarke said, already walking out of the vault. “Oh and get that C4 ready, we need to leave quickly.”
Clarke walked up the stairs, gun raised, ready to fire. She saw Bellamy behind a pillar reloading his gun. Harper and Murphy were still standing on either side of the door, every so often opening it to fire at the cops. She could see the clients cowering in a corner with each shot that was fired. “We’re blowing up the outside wall of the vault and exiting that way. Raven will be waiting in the alleyway. So, come on. We’re leaving.” “Go.” Murphy told Harper. She nodded. “You be careful, okay.”
Harper ran downstairs to help out Jasper and Monty. “You two,” Clarke started, “Start moving backwards, guns raised. I’ll watch out from here and help if necessary.” And so they did. They carefully backed away from the door, getting closer to the keycard door and slowly down the stairs. As they stepped into the vault, they could hear a team of policemen bursting in the door. “Quick, Monty. We don’t have a lot of time.”
“On it.” He yet again pulled out a block of C4 and stuck it to the wall. “Everybody get back.” He yelled loudly. Murphy pushed Harper behind him, to protect her from the blast. Bellamy grabbed a hold of Clarke and shielded her from the blast with his body. The blast was less explosive than the first. This one didn’t contain any shrapnel, just flying rocks and stones.
“Everybody get down!” A voice yelled from the stairs. Right after that was shooting. Murphy had shot the guy in the chest and moved forward towards the vault. “Let’s go, people!” He grabbed two of the bags and barreled through the open wall towards the ladder in the sewer. Everyone quickly climbed on the ladder towards the outside where the van that was waiting for them. “Come on, get in!” Raven yelled. And that's what they did, they all crammed in the back of the van. There rang a shot out before all of them could get back in.
Raven quickly pulled out of the alleyway and started driving rapidly through traffic lights and around corners, trying to lose the cops. “Arg!” Clarke groaned. “What’s going on?” Bellamy asked her concerned. “My shoulder.” She started, “I think I’ve been shot.” Bellamy helped her out of her black jacket and looked through the neckhole. “Fuck.” “Is it bad?” Bellamy stood up and tried to look at the back of the shoulder and let out a relieved sigh. “It went through. So although it’s bloody and hurts like hell, I think you’ll be fine.” “Oh thank god.”
“Guys, I need help. I can’t shake the police no matter what I do. This wave needs to be stopped so we can get to our backup van!” Raven ushered. “Clarke go to the front, me and Murphy will shoot.” Clarke got up and maneuvered her way to the front of the van, while Murphy made his way to the back. “Everybody get down.” Bellamy said, opening the door of the van, shooting at the cops together with Murphy.
“Okay, they’re done for.” Murphy yelled to Raven. “Great. I’m going to the backup van.” It was a short drive to the backup van and everybody piled right into it, except for Monty, who had grabbed a jerry can and spilled it all over the van, before finally pulling out a lighter and setting it on fire.
And then? They drove off into the sunset with their new found glory. They would, however, still give most of the money to charity, to Murphy’s dismay. In the end, they were just happy they all made it out alive.
#the 100#bellamy blake#clarke griffin#raven reyes#john murphy#harper mcintyre#monty green#jasper jordan#bellarke#john murphy/harper mcintyre#heist story#drabble#fanfiction#fanfic#mywriting
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#5
This scene destroyed me. The entire time I kept hoping that they would find Mary 😭. Ava losing the first sister she had ever had. Beatrice losing her sister and trying to grapple with her fear of losing Ava under the constant threat. Camila buckling from the weight of losing so many, Mother Superion losing her strength for just this moment. Lilith having to be the one to tell them, even if only in code, and having no one to grieve with. All of them devastated over losing yet another sister in this pointless war.
It’s fine. I’m fine.
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#4
I just have a lot of thoughts about this
And this
Because Beatrice always reaches out to touch Ava, without even thinking, to offer comfort, to make sure she’s okay. But then it’s like she’s so afraid to touch Ava at the same time. She’s so afraid and I just have so many emotions about my sweet little badass gay nun 🥺🥺🥺 please let them become canon in s2 and let Beatrice grow unafraid to touch and love.
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#3
I haven’t even met Faith yet but from what little I’ve seen I already know I’m in love 😍🔥
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#2
Every friend group should include:
A mean bisexual
An even meaner lesbian:
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My #1 post of 2022
Can we talk about this scene
I mean I know we’re all talking about this scene but
Beatrice is so free here. She’s touching Ava without restraint (or at least with a lot less than usual). This might be the first time Ava sees Bea with her hair completely down.
And Ava can’t take her eyes off her. Even when the other dancers in the bar bump into them she glances away for a second before immediately looking for Bea again. I don’t think this is the first time Ava has noticed her feelings for Beatrice but I do think that this might be the first time she’s let herself hope for more.
I need to write a Drabble for this scene.
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Fighting For... Sleeping Giants
Summary: We survived. Though we’re no longer together, separated by space, we survived the end of the human race. There were losses, but in the end, we survived. Six years is a long time. We’re no longer the same, hardened by our time in the unforgiving ground. We’ve managed to survive everything thrown at us so far, but this time, this time, this might be what breaks us. And we might not be able to come back from it.
Warnings: The 100 Themes so blood and gore I guess
Pairings: Bellamy Blake x Reader, Clarke Griffin x Twin!Fem!Reader, Bellamy Blake x Echo
Fighting For… Masterlist
S5 Masterlist
Previous // Next
Tags are Open!
Italics are flashbacks.
This is set roughly two years into their time in the bunker. If I did my calculations right, if not then it’s three years.
⚠️⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING⚠️⚠️
In this chapter I go into a little background for YN during her time in the bunker, and in doing so, I talk about the loss of a child. I understand that it may be triggering to some so please, please do not read any further if it triggers you in any way. You’ll need to skip this entire chapter because the whole chapter in itself is a trigger.
Previously:
“Symbols matter, Octavia, these symbols. The more people connect you to them, the easier it is for you to lead.”
“Then dress YN up. She’s the natblida, not me.”
“You’re the Osleya. You’re the one who won the conclave, sharing the bunker with the clans, it was all you. Not me.”
“You’re Wanhei. Legendary Wanhei. You’re supporting Octavia. The people need to see the Osleya and Wanhei standing together, as one, united.”
“You’re real commanders would’ve let you burn.”
“Not YN. She was willing to fight the conclave before Octavia showed up. And she’s not red-blood.”
“She’s also not your commander.”
“Wanhei is right. There are no separate clans.”
“If you’d trusted our plan, trusted Octavia, this wouldn’t be that big of a problem. We’re not like you. We’re not gonna kill our own people.”
“YN is right. It’s not an option.”
“No offense, but your champion hasn’t been very interested in leading. Only Wanhei.”
“On me, they’re not symbols. They’re targets. Like the two of us are, together.”
“You are Wonkru, or you are the enemy. Choose.”
“YN, YN promise me that you’ll take care of Ethan.”
“You have my word. I’ll take care of Ethan. You did good Jaha, thank you.”
“If you dare say the spirits of the commander's object, then I must remind you that those spirits have abandoned us.”
“I don’t believe they have.”
“Conclave rules. Win the fight, save your life.”
“Dokwokru don’t cheer death.”
“Blodreina, Nyxlana, what is our champion's fate?”
“Bring in the next combatants.”
“Nyxlana?”
Delani walked into the room, looking around. The room was caked in darkness, save for the two candles that were lit along the wall. He walked further into the room, sighing softly.
“YN?”
“Leave.”
Delani jumped, turning. YN was standing in the corner, the candle light casting shadows on the side of her face. He took a deep breath, taking a small step towards her.
“YN-"
“Leave!”
Delani shook his head, refusing to look away as YN glared at him, clenching her jaw.
“I know what today is, and I know that it is hard-”
YN surged forward, glaring up at him as she pushed at his chest, forcing him back, causing him to trip, falling backwards.
“You know nothing!”
Her chest was heaving as she shook her head, taking a step forward as Delani pushed himself up onto his elbows.
“You know nothing of what I feel.”
She stopped in front of him, glaring down at him, balling her hands into fists.
“Now leave.”
Delani nodded, pushing himself up, bowing his head.
“Yes, Nyxlana.”
He turned, walking out of the room, closing the door behind him. He went to walk off when he heard crashing coming from inside the room, before he heard sobbing.
“Momma!”
I turned, smiling as Raelyn ran to me, falling to my knees, letting her wrap her arms around my neck as I leaned down.
“Ai strik skaifaya.” (my little star)
I leaned back, pushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, my hand lingering on her cheek.
“Did you have fun with your ani?” (aunt)
She nodded, her face breaking out into a big smile as I stood up, picking her up.
“Yes! She showed me the pits and we spared with the sticks!”
I made a face, tilting my head to the side as I saw Delani walking towards us.
“She showed you the pits?”
Raelyn nodded as Delani shot me a look, causing me to shrug as he sat down at the table.
“Yeah! It was a lot of fun!”
I shook my head, looking over at her, grinning.
“Guess what my little skaifaya?”
“What?”
“Delani has a surprise he wants to show you. Just for you.”
She jumped up, squirming in my arms as she turned towards Delani, making grabby hands at him. He laughed, getting up and taking Raelyn from me, Raelyn wrapping her arms around his neck. He tickled her sides, causing her to laugh, a smile growing on my face at the two.
“Are you ready to go see your surprise strik won?” (little one)
Raeyln nodded, laughing.
“Yes! Yes! Please!”
Delani laughed, nodding towards me.
“Give your momma a hug and a kiss and we’ll go.”
Raelyn nodded, trying to get out of Delani’s arms, Delani laughing as he put her on the floor, Raelyn running to me. I knelt down, wrapping my arms around Raelyn as she pressed a sloppy kiss to my cheek.
“Love you momma!”
I smiled, kissing her forehead.
“I love you too, little skaifaya. Be good for your uni, okay?” (uncle)
She nodded, jumping up and down.
“I will. Promise!”
I laughed as she ran back towards Delani, Delani picking her up, handing her to one of the guards, promising her it was a part of her surprise when she deflated. Once Raelyn was out of the room, he turned towards me, tilting his head to the side as I stood up.
“She showed Raelyn the pits?”
I nodded, clenching my jaw.
“Of course she did. Blodreina can do no wrong.”
Delani shook his head, shooting me a look.
“What are you going to do?”
I turned towards Delani, shaking my head.
“She may be Blodreina, but Raelyn is my child. And I specifically told her that I didn’t want Raelyn anywhere near the pits. Nor do I want her learning how to fight. She’s still a kid.”
Danti nodded, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I know, but she’s only doing what she’s being told. All of us grew up learning to fight.”
I huffed, throwing my hands up, glaring at Delani.
“She just turned four! She’s still too young to be holding a sword, let alone seeing the pits!”
Delani placed his hand on my arm, shaking his head.
“YN, don’t do anything you’ll regret. Raelyn already lost her mother, she doesn’t- she can’t lose you too.”
I shook my head, walking towards the door.
“She won’t.”
I glared at the guards who were blocking the entrance, stopping me from entering.
“Ban we au gon ai wonwe.” (move out of my way)
They didn’t move, causing me to huff as I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Nau.” (now)
“Teik emon gouthru klir.” (let her pass)
They moved their spears back to their sides, stepping to the side. I huffed, nodding as I walked into the room, glaring at Octavia. She was sitting in her “throne” watching me as I walked towards her, fiddling with her knife.
“Are you out of your mind? You took Raelyn to the pits?”
Gaia shared a look with Indra as I stepped closer to Octavia, glaring at her.
“After I told you I didn’t want her anywhere near them?”
“YN, maybe you should-”
I glanced at Indra, shaking my head.
“No.”
I turned back towards Octavia, glaring at her.
“You showed her the pits and then you sparred with her? Are you insane?!”
“Every child must learn to fight.”
I shook my head, pointing a finger at her as she played with her knife.
“No! Not every child! They have a choice.”
She lifted her head, tilting her head to the side as she looked me over.
“Except Raelyn. You took that choice from her.”
“She just turned four! I told you, I do not want her to learn how to fight until she makes the choice for herself!”
She shrugged, returning her attention to her knife.
“She asked me.”
I scoffed, shaking my head.
“No, the mighty Blodreina mentioned it. Raelyn has never expressed an interest in fighting.”
I stepped closer to her, yanking the knife from her grasp, causing her to look up at me, glaring as I threw her knife to the floor, placing my hands on the armrests of her throne, leaning towards her.
“Raelyn is not to go near the pits again and you are not to spare with her.”
Octavia scoffed, shaking her head as she clenched her jaw.
“I believe Wanhei has forgotten her place. She is not in charge here. I am.”
She stood up, causing me to take a step back.
“Wanhei ste ded. Teik emon kom emon baggeda. Bakon ai nomon ste dednes. Kep emon der.” (wanhei is tired. Take her to her room. Being a mother is exhausting. Keep her there.)
The guards standing beside her nodded, moving towards me, reaching for my arms. I scoffed, pulling my arm back, glaring up at them.
“Nou toch op emon.” (don’t touch me)
I turned, walking towards the door, before I stopped, turning back around, matching Octavia’s glare.
“Blodreina is not allowed near my daughter again. When I see my sister instead of Blodreina, then you can see her.”
The guards pushed me forward, causing me to huff as they escorted me to my room.
I jumped up when the alarms sounded, running to my door, opening it. The guards Octavia had bring me to my room once again blocked my path, causing me to glare up at them.
“Ashon!” (move)
They shook their heads, barely sparing me a glance.
“Kom nau!” (now)
“Osir don hedon.” (we have orders)
“My daughter is out there! Now move, or I will make you."
They glanced at each other before they stepped to the side, causing me to nod.
“Smart choice.”
I ran down the hall, pushing my way through the people who were running to their rooms.
“Delani! Delani!”
I ran into his room, my eyes widening when I didn’t see him or Raelyn. I turned, running back out of the room.
“Wanhei! Wanhei!”
I turned, watching as Rex ran to me, his chest heaving.
“They took them!”
I made a face, tilting my head to the side.
“Who took who?”
“Blodreina. She, she took Delani and Raelyn.”
My eyes widened as I turned, running to the pits. Octavia’s guards linded the fencing of the pits and the walls, each of them watching me as I ran to the front. I gasped, coming to a stop as my eyes landed on them. Octavia stood over Raelyn, a bloodied sword in her hands.
“No!”
I ran forward, falling to my knees beside Raelyn, picking her up as tears formed in my eyes.
“Raelyn?”
I pushed her hair back out of her face, my eyes widening when I saw the streak of blood they left behind on her forehead. I looked her over, seeing the growing spot of blood on her front.
“No.”
I shook my head, sniffling.
“No, no. Raelyn, Raelyn sweetie wake up.”
She didn’t move, causing me to shake my head as I reached up, wiping my tears.
“Ai strik skaifaya, beja.” (my little star, please)
I hesitated as I reached down to her neck, checking her pulse.
“Please little star.”
I leaned down, placing my forehead against hers when I felt no pulse, sobbing.
“Strik skaifaya!” (little star)
I sniffled, taking deep breaths as I leaned back, looking over at Octavia, my eyes landing on her sword that dripped blood.
“You did this.”
I shook my head, gently lowering Raelyn to the ground before I stood, walking towards Octavia.
“You did this!”
I slammed into her, pushing her to the floor. I punched her, tears streaming down my face.
“You did this! You did this!”
I continued to hit her until someone grabbed me, yanking me off her.
“Let me go! Let me go!”
They tightened their grip on me as they pulled me away from Octavia, someone helping her stand. She looked at me as she wiped the blood from her lip, slightly shaking her head as I tried to pull myself free.
“Let me go!”
She nodded at the person who was holding me, causing them to let me go. I sniffled, turning back towards Raelyn. I knelt beside her, reaching out and hesitantly closing her eyes before I picked her up, ignoring the way her head rolled to the side, hitting my chest as I walked out of the pits.
“YN you kn-”
I shook my head, glaring.
“No.”
No one stopped me as I walked out of the pits. Everyone was starting to come out of their rooms, stopping when they saw me. No one stopped me, but I could hear their whispers and murmurs as I passed them.
“YN?”
I looked up, seeing Delani come out of a room, holding his side, his hand bloodied. He went to say something when his eyes widened, looking up at me as tears welled in his eyes, shaking his head.
“No.”
I said nothing as I walked past him, hearing him follow behind me.
“YN? YN she’s ready.”
I said nothing as I stood up, following behind Delani. We walked down the hall, my heart stopping when I saw Raelyn. She was dressed in white, paper flowers around her. I could feel the heat from where I stood, the heat getting hotter as I walked towards Raelyn, leaning down and kissing her forehead.
“Ai hod yu in, ai strik skaifaya.” (i love you, my little star)
I leaned up, stepping back.
“We’ll begin whenever you’re ready.”
I took a deep breath, nodding. I watched as they pushed Raelyn forward, tears streaming down my face. I watched the fire grow, barely registering those who were there speaking.
“YN?”
Delani shook me a little harder before he moved in front of me, causing me to shake my head as I looked up at him.
“Wh- what?”
His face fell as he sighed, grabbing my hand.
“It’s over. You need to- you need to rest. Come on.”
I shook my head, tears welling in my eyes as I looked up at him.
“I- I can’t. I can’t leave her.”
Delani nodded, rubbing my arm.
“Okay. That's okay. We don’t have to go anywhere. Come on.”
He pulled me down so we were sitting, moving behind me and pulling me into his chest as I looked over at the dying fire, clenching my jaw.
“Blodreina did this.”
Delani said nothing as he squeezed me, gently rocking me to the side.
I fell to my knees, my chest heaving as I looked down at the doll that was Raelyn’s. I ran my thumb over the star that was sewn into it, shaking my head as tears streamed down my face.
“I’m so sorry little star. I- I miss you so so much.”
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Hi Sam I hope you are okay ! I've been thinking about the second ship thing that I still didn't send you because I needed to find a fandom from which you didn't know my favourite characters, and here I am ! May I request a ship drabble with The 100 and the prompt #65 ? Lots of love 💚💚
Characters: Reader x Clarke Griffin
Warnings: arguing
Prompt: 65. “I hate you.” “Yeah, well, I hate myself too, so at least we can agree on something.”
Word Count: 487
A/N: do i really remember anything in the 100? no. am i still continuing to write for it? for some reason, yes. anyway i hope u like it yana akjshdkas 💖
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You spent months missing her, months of wondering why she chose to be by herself, why she left you. You dreamed about the day you would see her again, the day you would reunite and be able to confess all the things you never got to say.
So why, when you walked into your room to find Clarke Griffin waiting for you, did you suddenly feel so unprepared?
Clarke offers you a small smile at you simply stare at her, but her smily quickly falters. “I know you must have a lot of questi—”
“Clarke...” you croak out, interrupting her. “Why have you come back?”
She blinks at you, stunned at your uncharacteristic coldness. Anger and betrayal courses through your being as you think about how Clarke turned Bellamy away at Polis, turned your people away, choosing Lexa instead. And it stings so much more than you want to admit, to know that the girl you’ve been in love with has turned your back on you.
“It’s about Arkadia.” Clarke finally responds, taking a step towards you as her tone becomes serious. “Amends need to be made for what Pike has done, or Lexa will wipe us all out.”
“Us?” you echo, shaking your head. “There’s no us, Clarke, not after you left. Left our people, left me. Do you not realise how much that hurt?”
“y/n, I’m sorry,” Clarke begins to apologise, shaking her head as she desperately tries to reach out to you. You jerk away from her touch, biting back tears as you glare at her. You hate how selfish you feel, but it feels as all the pain you’ve tried to bury is all bubbling to the surface. “But I—”
“I hate you.” you suddenly blurt, spitting the words out before you can stop them. Your eyes widen, and Clarke’s expression falls as she stares at you.
“Yeah, well, I hate myself too, so at least we can agree on something.” Clarke says, her voice low. Her lip trembles ever so slightly as she continues, “Do you not think I feel guilty about it all, y/n? I have to carry that guilt with me every day. I never wanted to leave you, but I’m just trying to do what’s right, and I just want you to see that.”
You gulp, feeling the instant regret hit you, but you remain silent as you look away. Tears well in Clarke’s eyes, and after a pause, she whispers, “If you want me to go, I’ll go.”
Your throat feels as though it’s closing up, and Clarke sucks in a sharp breath, squaring her shoulders as she walks around you. She pauses at the door as she opens it, and she mumbles, “I’m sorry.”
You turn, wanting to call her name, wanting to apologise and tell her to stay. But you turn just in time to see the door slam shut in front of you.
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