Bellamy Blake

RP Multi-Muse Side-Blog to @honestsurvivor, same mun as @bellamyfable, @aigesmakdaun, @scrcnitylcst, @dclinquent, @serpentinesouth, @halloweirdoes, @homemadehooligans and @tclkhcrd

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Smutty Threesome Starters M/M/M | NSFW

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Sometimes, buyers would give him a look, sizing him up. But they’d all move on in the end, drawn away by someone far more interesting than him. Not Bellamy. Rather than being annoyed by Murphy’s snide remarks, they seemed to draw him in like a siren’s song. And as he came closer, Murphy found himself interested, too. For a stuck-up rich guy, this one definitely didn’t act like he rolled around in money every night. At his comment about the champagne, Murphy smiled. It was a genuine smile, the kind that lit up his eyes, as his mother had once said a long time ago.

But the smile froze on Murphy’s face when Bellamy mentioned him being owned. Most of the time, Murphy didn’t think too hard about what went on here. That people could buy and sell humans. Maybe because it had never happened to him, and working here as a slave just felt normal. But if someone actually bought him, well, that would be the system at work. “No,” he said quietly, his eyes on Bellamy. Wanting to see his reaction. “I got into a lot of trouble when I was a kid. One day they caught me, and I ended up here. I’ve been here for…I don’t know. Maybe a year? They have this…sale once a month. No one’s ever been interested in me. Until you.”

Murphy really was breath-taking, it wasn’t just his eyes that had first captured his interest, but everything. Angular lines and long limbs, that beautiful smile and a sharp wit that Bellamy was sure could bite hard when it wanted to or just amuse as it had with them to this point. Bellamy knew he had already decided, that if he was going to purchase anyone here, it would be Murphy or no one, no matter how angry his father became in response. That was actually a plus in his opinion.

His stomach dropped like a stone in his chest when Murphy’s smile froze, he hadn’t meant to sour the mood between them, to remind them both why they were here. He was just interested in Murphy, wanted to know more about him, and his curiosity had backfired as it so often did. What was it about Murphy that brought out the unrestrained teenager he had been before his mother’s death? Bellamy didn’t know, but he liked the freedom in the same way that he liked the freedom that being around his sister gave him. 

He listened to Murphy’s story silently, reaching out to brush his fingertips over the back of the younger man’s hand, “They don’t know what they’re missing, but their loss is my gain.” He murmured, smiling softly. “I would like it if you came home with me, with your permission?” 

[bellamysfable]

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Send 🛌 for our muses to wake up in bed together after having had sex together for the first time the night before.

Bellamy had never expected to end up here, she and Clarke had had such animosity in the beginning, but as time went on, it became obvious that they had far more in common than they could have imagined. Her sister Octavia had called it from their first meeting, but Bellamy wasn’t going to worry about having to tell her that she was right, not yet. A late night studying had turned into a kiss that Bellamy wasn’t sure if she or Clarke had instigated, but neither of them had complained, instead it had dissolved into lazy making out on the couch, followed by them tumbling into bed and the best sex of her entire life. Eyes blinking open, Bellamy smiled softly at the blond beside her and reached out to brush a lock of Clarke’s hair back, tucking it behind her ear. “Wake up, Princess.” She murmured, leaning over to kiss Clarke gently. 

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(    *    & .    —    SOFT  SUGGESTIONS  SENTENCE  STARTERS .

‘  i  just  need  your  arms  around  me  right  now .  ’

‘  whatever  you  want ,  darling .  i’d  give  it  all  to  you .  ’

‘  i  wouldn’t  want  anyone  else  beside  me .  even  when  things  get  hard ,  especially  when  things  get  hard ,  you’re  the  one  i  want  in  my  corner .  ’

‘  you  are  the  most  comfortable  person  to  be  around .  ’

‘  i  can  easily  imagine  spending  the  rest  of  my  life  with  you .  ’

‘  i  have  never  felt  as  content  as  i  do  in  your  arms .  ’

‘  you’re  wonderful ,  i  love  you  so  much  and  i’m  going  to  love  you  forever  and  for  whatever’s  after  forever  and  even  after  that .  ’

‘  you’re  never  ever  going  to  lose  me ,  i  promise .  ’

‘  i’m  trying  so  hard  and  it’s  all  just  for  you .  ’

‘  i  wanna  kiss  you  goodnight  and  pull  you  closer  to  me  before  i  fall  asleep .  ’

‘  i  wish  i  could  sleep  next  you .  ’

‘  kiss me .  again  and  again .  ’

‘  i’d  be  whatever  you  want  me  to  be .  ’

‘  i  think  i  fall  in  love  with  you  a  little  more  every  day .  ’

‘  you  deserve  someone  who  puts  in  the  effort  to  make  you  feel  happy  and  confident .  ’

‘  you  deserve  someone  who  gives  you  love  unconditionally  and  with  only  pure  intentions .  ’

‘  waking  up  each  day  is  easier  knowing  that  i’m  one  day  closer  to  waking  up  next  to  you .  ’

‘  i  wanna  spend  the  rest  of  my  sunsets  with  you .  ’

‘  you’re  perfect .  you’re  perfect .  you’re  so  perfect .  ’

‘  you  shouldn’t  have  to  tell  someone  how  to  treat  you  nicely .  ’

‘  i  always  find  myself  wishing  you  were  next  to  me  while  i  try  to  fall  asleep  at  night .  ’

‘  i  love  you  with  everything  i  have .  ’

‘  my  heart  beats  faster  and  my  day  gets  brighter  every  single  time  i think  of  you .  ’

‘  all  my  best  days  are  with  you .  ’

‘  i’ll  never  regret  my  love  for  you .  ’

‘  you’re  all  i  want  and  i  want  you  forever .  ’

‘  if  you  think  i’ll  hurt  you  i  swear  to  you  i  won’t .  ’

‘  even  a  text  back  gets  me  so  happy ,  that’s  what  you  do  to  me .  ’

‘  i  melt  in  your  arms .  ’

‘  you’re  incredible  and  amazing  and  worth  so  much .  ’

‘  i  wanna  see  you  smile  again .  ’

‘  all  i  know  is  there  is  no  one  i’d  rather  give  my  heart  to .  ’

[jaydick-hell-deactivated2020083]

“We’re fake-dating and I’m supposed to publicly break up with you but you’ve been irritating me lately so instead of dumping you I publicly proposed to mess up your plan and now we’re getting married, fuck” au

[honestsurvivor]

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[bellamysfable]

Continued from here [x] With @floatmenow 

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Not that John had any desire to do well in school, but the smoother the whole process went, the easier it would be to be to survive his foreseeable future at Riverdale High. Pairing up with Bellamy in for their Renaissance project was fate. He’d already been helping him in the class, and it only seemed right that they were paired up for such a project that was pivotal to their final grade.

Once class was dismissed, John slid out of his desk and walked briskly to catch up with Bellamy as he was leaving. ❝ Hey, partner. ❞ John smirked over at Bellamy before speeding up just fast enough to be able to swerve right in front of him to block his path. ❝ Looks like you’ve got me right where you want me. What do you need me to do? For the project, I mean. ❞

Being partnered up with Murphy was actually something that Bellamy was happy about, not that he was going to let the Serpent know that. Murphy was smarter than he gave himself credit for and they had become something like friends since their arrangement had begun. though he still pretended to ignore John until he stopped right in front of him and Bellamy had to stop fast to keep from barrelling into him. Rolling his eyes, he shifted his backpack onto his other shoulder and grabbed Murphy by the upper arm to yank him out of the middle of the hallway to the side where they wouldn’t be in the way. 

“Everyone’s gonna be doing their projects on Shakespeare since he’s the one that everyone knows about. So, I was thinking we could do ours on Petrarch instead. His sonnets have a wealth of material to work with.” He ran a hand through his hair and shrugged, “I’m picking up a copy of ‘Il Canzoniere’ after school so come over to mine this evening and we can brainstorm what to do with the subject.” Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he checked his texts, “I can pick it up at 4, so be at mine at half past and you can eat with us if you want. It’s my turn to do dinner.”

[bellamysfable]

Continued from here [x] With @rebellhearted 

They’d been through so much, the two of them. Hell and back, almost literally. They’d nearly killed each other multiple times; ropes and hands and guns. But ever since that first breath of fresh air all that time ago, Bellamy had always been a constant in Murphy’s life. And now here they are, too many years into their five-year space odyssey, and Bellamy had tracked him down to give him a heart-to-heart.

How typical.

“Happiness is overrated,” Murphy replied, throwing his ball against the wall opposite him. Catching it. Listening to the steady thrum of the engines of the Ring, a sound he never thought he’d hear again. He looked at Bellamy. Smirked with the pain painted across his face. “It’s not worth the trouble.”

Sighing, Bellamy walked closer and sat down beside Murphy, letting his head thunk back against the wall, “I mean it.” He murmured, voice soft but firm in his message. He rubbed at his jaw, “I think out of all of us, you deserve to be happy the most and I worry about you.” He could already see that Murphy was spiralling in a way that looked far too dangerous and far too familiar to him, a way that he himself had been since they arrived back on the ring but had managed to hide from everyone, a way he had back when Pike came to Arkadia and he had followed him for longer than he ever should have.

With his shoulder pressed against Murphy’s, the sound of his breathing and the thudding of the ball, if Bellamy closed his eyes, he could almost imagine they were back on Earth in the early days before everything went so horribly wrong. Except for the hum, the engines, he hadn’t missed those, even when they had been frightened for their lives and he could barely sleep because of the unfamiliar noises that could easily have been threats. “I don’t think I could lose anyone else, especially not you.” He admitted quietly, heat flushing up the back of his neck.

[bellamysfable]

Continued from here [x] With @rebellhearted 

Mornings are Murphy’s favorite part of the day if he can catch Bellamy before he takes a shower. That’s when Bellamy is such a mixture of cute and drop dead gorgeous that sometimes all Murphy can do is stare as he walks out of their bedroom.

Like this morning. There Bellamy is, leaning against the counter, a cup of coffee in his hand. His hair is a tousled mess, his shirt riding up his hip, so that a strip of beautiful, golden skin is revealed. He’s got that just woken up air about him, and Murphy is absolutely entranced. He walks towards him, eyeing him up and down, and puts his hands on his hips. Looks like he’s about to say something a little dirty, a little mischievous.

And then he carefully maneuvers Bellamy out of the way, because he’s standing right in front of the coffee pot. Coffee first, flirting later, Murphy tells himself. And smirks.

Bellamy isn’t a morning person, in that it takes him far too long to actually wake up and yet, he loves the mornings that he gets to spend with Murphy rather than having to rush off to work. Even when he’s just woken up, Murphy looks put together, it would annoy Bellamy if he didn’t know that Murphy liked the fact that he was a mess before like three cups of coffee. 

Looking over at his boyfriend as he walked into the kitchen, Bellamy smiled softly and lifted his cup, filled almost to the brim with black coffee with as much sugar as he could fit in the cup, up to his mouth with both hands curled around the hot ceramic, breathing in the steam for a moment. It was still slightly too hot to drink and Bellamy blamed that for the reason that he didn’t realise what Murphy was planning until he was blinking dumbly and stood to the side. 

Grumbling he uncurled one hot hand from the cup and shuffled over to press himself against Murphy’s back, tucking the warm hand under his boyfriend’s t-shirt, onto his stomach. Resting his chin on Murphy’s shoulder, he banded his other arm across Murphy’s chest so he could sip from his now cool enough coffee, “That’s better.” He grumbled, “Coffee and cuddles.”

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plot where muse a is a delinquent who is sent to a boarding school by his aunt (his legal guardian) after nearly getting sent to juvi for the umpteenth time. Upon arriving there, he learns that this particular boarding school is strictly academic and he can barely keep up, let alone thrive like the rest of the attending students. Instead he quickly builds a reputation for himself as the resident bad boy with an acid tongue and a womanizing track record. but one fateful day after getting into a fight with some other boys in the courtyard, muse a flees and finds himself breaking into the deserted nurse office where he stumbles upon muse b, a quirky, introverted, but wildly complicated book worm whom grudgingly fixes him up — and he becomes smitten.

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His eyes traced the words being highlighted, but John wasn’t retaining a damn thing. He was only focused on how he could get Bellamy to pay just a smidge more attention to him. Misery may have loved company, but mischief… mischief required it. John paid him one last glance before sighing in frustration, his toes wiggling as he brainstormed how else to be nothing short of a nuisance.

Without missing a beat, John began whistling ❛ Row Your Boat ❜，bobbing his feet along to the melody. He paused as Bellamy acknowledged him, finally. ❝ Oh, I’m sorry. Am I bothering you? ❞ With a smug grin, John began whistling the tune again with his eyes locked on Bellamy the entire time. Sooner or later, the other boy would crack.

Bellamy narrowed his eyes as Murphy began whistling, tugging a piece of paper firmly from beneath the Serpent’s boot so he could write down a question and two quick definitions from an older piece of work he had written and was using as reference. Helplessly, he tried to continue to concentrate on his work but he kept glancing up to see if the librarian was around in case she threw them both out. 

Giving up, he glared at Murphy, “You’re making it very difficult for me to do my work and if you get me thrown out of the library, I’m gonna do my best to make your life a living hell. So what will it take for you to be quiet?” He asked, muscles of his back and shoulders tense from trying to keep his cool. And from trying to keep his eyes focused on Murphy’s pretty eyes rather than his pretty mouth. 

[bellamysfable]

Continued from here [x] With @aresborrn 

          “You gonna keep teasing me, or you gonna solve the problem you created?”

It’s said under his breath, low and angry — frustrated. He’s shoved him against the nearest tree, and while it’s not entirely private, it’s the best he can manage. They’re a few feet away from the rest of the 100 and he doesn’t give a flying fuck if they see or hear. Let them know.

Smirking smugly, Bellamy ducked his head and brushed his lips over Murphy’s cheekbone, close to his ear, “I was wondering how long it would take you.” He rumbled, teasing but the extra depth showing that he was very much affected too, “You’re so hot when you’re angry.” Gripping Murphy’s hips, he tugged the younger man against him and caught his mouth in a rough kiss.

[bellamysfable]

rebellhearted‌:

Murphy heard his phone go off just as he got to his car. He slid it out of his pocket, not at all surprised to see Bellamy’s name attached to them. He knew, deep down, that he was playing a dangerous game. Encouraging a kind of behavior that would only lead to disappointment and regret on both sides. But he just couldn’t help it; Murphy had always been the type to see how close to the flame he could get without being burned.

[text] u jealous, blake? ;) [text] maybe u want lincoln all to yourself [text] just sayin

Grinning to himself, Murphy closed the texts between him and Bellamy, then opened the thread he had with Emori.

[text] you free tonight? [Emori] I’m dogsitting, but you can stop over if you want.

Murphy thought about it for a few moments, then texted her back that yeah, he’d be over soon. He didn’t know why he felt a spike of guilt at that, either. Emori was his girlfriend. He’d spent time with his own friends, and now he was going to spend time with her. So why, as he drove away, did he picture a look of disappointment on Bellamy’s face? Why did it feel like a betrayal?

It wasn’t, plain and simple. Murphy shut that part of his brain off, focusing on Emori instead. He’d worry about Bellamy and all its complications tomorrow, when they went bowling. They’d have fun like always, and it would be a good time. Like always.

Just as friends.

Bellamy snorted down at his phone, completely oblivious to the way their friends looked over at him and exchanged looks. Shifting to slouch down in his seat, he brought the phone closer to his face and chewed on his bottom lip in an attempt to smother his grin as he replied. At least this time, they weren’t texting when Murphy was sat right beside him.

[Text] Oh completely. [Text] If it weren’t for my sister I would climb Lincoln like a tree, [Text] Dork, Lincoln is like the complete opposite of my type. [Text] She wants me to be on my best behaviour. [Text] When did we swap places and I start having to be told to be good? [Text] I blame you, you’re a bad influence.

He was distracted from his barrage of text messages as Clarke playfully threw him out of the house for being an insufferable bore and promised to make sure that Octavia made it to bowling in one piece. His drive home was short and at the other end, he threw himself down onto his bed and clicked the TV on before checking his phone again.

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Send a ◈ for a first kiss between our muses. 

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It sounded like Bellamy had an interesting birth certificate, too. Murphy noticed the hesitation before he said his surname, and he wondered what it meant. Adoption? Couldn’t be - Bellamy looked as if he had been born into this society, a silver spoon in his mouth and everything. Murphy did raise an eyebrow at the man’s next words, though, because he sounded genuine. Like he actually couldn’t stand the thrilling conversation of his peers.

“Well, you’re lucky, because you actually get to run if you don’t like who you’re talking to. Me?” Murphy grinned, tugging at the chains that held his feet in place. “I’m kind of stuck. Luckily, you don’t seem all that boring.” He paused, considering. “My birth certificate says I’m John Murphy. Most people just call me Murphy, though. John is reserved for teachers who disapprove of me and people who want to get punched in the face.”

John meant trouble. John was a place deep inside of him that Murphy hadn’t visited for a long, long time. And he preferred to keep it that way.

Bellamy’s breath caught more noticeably when Murphy smiled at him, he really was beautiful, even his sharp tongue couldn’t hide it. He found himself chuckling at his sardonic remarks, he seemed to say the things that Bellamy had learned to keep to himself instead of saying them as his impulsive ass had been prone to when he was younger. Not only did it amuse him, but it drew him in further, the freedom and complete impropriety of Murphy. 

He stepped forward again, tips of his boots stopping under an inch from Murphy’s bare toes. “I’m flattered.” He murmured, voice staying lowered, keeping their conversation just between the two of them. “Murphy, thank you for telling me, you didn’t have to.” He smiled, neglecting to mention that he didn’t have to ask for it, he could even choose to rename him if he bought him. Though he never would, taking someone’s name was something he could never do to another person.

“I’d offer you a sip of my drink, but champagne tastes quite foul. Or at least this one does.” He chuckled softly and shifted the glass from one hand to another, “I’m guessing this isn’t your first time at an auction, you seem very bored of it all. Have you ever been owned before?” He knew some slaves were bought over and over again only to be returned when they were unsatisfactory to their owners, like defective merchandise from a shop. Bellamy thought it was barbaric, but there was nothing he could do about the system.

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Whenever the older man moaned Ian was in his happy place. That was only fought off by the wedding band on his finger that was just about ready to slip into his apparent husband’s hole. Seeing the way Roan’s cock leaked Ian decided to lean down and suckle at the head as he fingered him. Popping off the head of his cock to speak, Ian licked at his thigh to his ass where he gave it a bite. “You’ll get this cock when you tell me just how we’re getting out of this alive.”

A shudder of pleasure rolled down Roan’s spine when Ian suckled at his cock, making him stifle a whimper by biting his bottom lip. He let out a quiet surprised yelp at the bite to his ass, mostly because he hadn’t expected it. “Shit.” He groaned, “I don’t suppose you have even a drop of royal blood?” He asked, knowing it was near impossible. “It’s not necessary, my mother wasn’t of royal blood, but it would endear you to her.” Sighing, he turned his head at look back at the younger man, “I could arrange for a visit, let you two meet and she’ll probably like you, while I use that time for a friend back home to look up everything needed to facilitate you being ratified as Prince Consort.”

[bellamysfable]

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Send 🛌 for our muses to wake up in bed together after having had sex together for the first time the night before.

Bellamy hadn’t planned to fall into bed with Murphy, even though he’d wanted him like burning. Because he didn’t want his sister to know how much of a hypocrite he was. He’d flipped his lid when she started to date Lincoln, who was his age, and Murphy wasn’t even a year older than her. But he’d fallen hard for the younger man and so, a party where he had drunk enough to lower his inhibitions but not enough that he was drunk and Murphy dressed like the gigantic tease that he was, meant that he’d pressed him into a wall and kissed him like he was water and Bellamy was a man dying of thirst.

Waking up, he stretched out lazily with a low groan before smiling down at Murphy, sleeping with his head on Bellamy’s chest. He remembered everything from the night before and fuck, it had been amazing. Stroking his fingers through Murphy’s hair, he shifted the younger man over to lay fully beside him and pressed a kiss to his forehead before heading to the bathroom. He splashed his face with water and brushed his teeth thoroughly. Loading a spare toothbrush up with toothpaste, he poured water into a cup and carried them through to set on the nightstand beside Murphy. 

Getting back into bed, he curled a hand around the back of Murphy’s neck and dove down to kiss him awake, teasing his lips apart and sliding their tongues together with no care for morning breath. Stretching himself out over the younger man, he groaned softly and rocked down against him, his free hand sliding down Murphy’s chest.