I know everybody has moved on but what they did to bellamy blake was the worst character assassination Iâve ever seen on television and Iâm still pissed off 6 years later #notmybellamy
This wasnât how you expected this to go. One moment you were reading The Odyssey, trying to read something Bellamy liked so you could bond over it, to him eating you out as you read it. You were practically shaking, fingers curled tightly around the book. Every time you stopped reading or stopped answering his questions, he stopped moving.
You gasped, leaning your head back as you felt the knot in your stomach begin to get tighter. âBellamy,â You whined, your hand leaving the book to card through his dark, messy curls. He stopped, looking up at you with those brown eyes that were blown out with lust.
âKeep going, what does Athena do?â He asked, pressing a kiss to your clit. You were choking, there was no way in hell youâd manage to keep going. But the only way to get what you wanted was to keep reading to him. Your hand left his hair, opening the book again.
âShe-oh my gosh,â You shuttered as you began to answer. âInto a beggar, she disguised him as beggar!â You rushed out, back arching as he began to give you that pleasure again.
âTurned who into a beggar?â He asked, mouth never leaving your mound. The vibrations of his voice made you forget the question for a moment, an almost pornographic moan leaving your mouth at the feeling. You took a deep breath, trying to speak.
âOdysseus.â
âWhyâd she do it?â He asked, his hands keeping your thighs spread open as he continued his attack on your cunt. You wouldâve have assumed he hadnât eaten in days with how he was lapping at you.
âThe suitors,â You began, moaning out. You dropped the book, hands flying to his head. Your fingers pulled on his curls, a low hum coming from him. You knew you had to finish. âSo the suitors didnât recognize him and kill him!â You said through your teeth.
Yeah, you gave up. You were coming whether the question was finished or not. âBellamy!â You called out his name. It wasnât permission nor a question, it was letting him know how your body was reacting to him. You came on his tongue, body shaking as you did so.
He slowed down, allowing you to ride out your orgasm as you shuttered in his grasp. You were breathing heavily as he continued again. You whined, grabbing at his hair. âDid they recognize him?â Bellamy asked, looking up at you from your legs.
You hadnât gotten to that part yet. âI donât know.â You spoke, your hips bucked towards him as he stopped.
âWell,â He began, reaching over for the book. âLetâs find out. Keep reading.â He tells you as you opened the book again. It would be a while until you found out they didâbut only when Odysseus was able to string the bow.
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛ : turns out a spark of jealousy can ignite quite a fiery scene later on, when bellamy visits your tent.
đđ¨đ§đđđ§đ : softdom!bellamy x fem,virgin!reader, smut (18+), virginity loss, friends to lovers, possessiveness, jealous!reader, piv, fingering, praise kink, size kink, overuse of pet names, creampie.
đ°đ : 4k.
đ§đ¨đđđŹ : thereâs little to no references to the previous part btw!
âś part1.
Never in your whole life had you been so close to ripping your ears off as you were now â now that the high-pitched chatter of a group of girls your age seemed to follow you around the camp, tormenting you even more than usual. Sure, youâve been aware of tidbits of their jabbering for some time â but today, it truly drove you over the edge.
âWanna bet I score with him before the week ends?â one girl chuckled loudly, the sentence making everyone more lively.
All you could do was listen from the distance and continue the task of skinning meat for dinner. All while the girls made bets on who would get into Bellamyâs pants first.
âLike hell you will. He doesnât even leave the dropship lately. His nose is constantly in those dumb maps that weird girl draws for him.â another one scoffed.
The previous girl grunted, her eyes rolling dismissively. âShe needs to get off his back. Itâs getting annoying.â
âYou think they fuck?â another wondered out loud.
âIf they do, sheâs not doing a very good job. Lately heâs been even more tense and snappy than he used to be.â the joke earned a laugh from the rest of the group.
The knife you peeled the meat with left red marks on your palm from how tight you gripped the handle. Emotions swirling within you were nothing like you had ever felt before. Misery settled over you. Misery of your own patheticness.
Suddenly you remembered something. The promise you made yourself at the arrival on this planet. The promise to never get backed into the corner again.
Your whole chest has been burned by how long you held that amount of love for Bellamy hidden. Now, it desperately tried to break free, exponentiated by the adrenaline rush you just endured.
He was your Bellamy. The one who watched you sketch maps of the area with utter respect for your skilled hand. The one whose warm hands showed you how to handle a smoking gun, whose rugged voice softened when adressing you.
The one you adored.
Your heart leaped to him. And you werenât capable of holding it back any longer.
â˘
Hours had slipped by faster than you noticed. It honestly was hard to pay attention to anything other than the ongoing battle inside your head. Realizing what time it was already, you stormed out of your tent. The scouting party was supposed to move out any moment now. They were going to search through a new territory of the woods with the help of your newly, carefully sketched maps, that you beared in your hand in the moment.
It was always loud when the hunters gathered. But invariably, there was one voice that managed to pierce through the chaos with ease.
âAlright, weâll split into trios today to be on the safe side. Roma, Miller and I are gonna have the walkie-talkies, meaning weâre leading the trios.â Bellamy announced, handing the devices to his two most trusted gunners. âQuestions?â
The chatter rose up again while teens formed groups of three. You squeezed your way through the crowd to deliver maps to the leaders of the groups. The moment you handed the paper to Roma, a disgustingly familiar giggle reached your ears. Dreading the sight that awaited you, you slowly turned around â only to see that one particular girl, practically frolicking towards Bellamy.
Well, who was she to pass up the opportunity of a lifetime and not join his trio? You watched the scene as Bellamy carelessly agreed to her company, putting a riffle into her hands. Your pulse jumped when her hand grazed his along the way.
Bearing a heavy heart and burning cheeks, you hurried towards him the moment he finally stepped away from the clingy girl.
âThere you are. Thought you decided I donât deserve a map for a moment.â His eyes lit up with familiar warmth the second your silhouette appeared in front of him.
A teasing smile tugged at your lips. âYou have my guidance, do not worry.â
âThanks angel.â Before you could relish in the sound of the nickname on his tongue, he already turned around, his tone turning rough again. âOkay, weâre heading out! Letâs go!â
No. You couldnât let him go off with her just like that.
âBell, wait!â
He stopped in his tracks and turned to face you. Before he could speak, you stood on tiptoe, clutched his shoulder and lowered him to your level.
And then a sweet kiss got planted on his cheek.
You felt his olive skin heat up beneath your lips in just those two, delicate seconds.
âBe careful.â you breathed with a smile as you slowly stepped away from him.
You actually did it.
âIâŚI will be,â He grinned, showing off those smile lines you so adored. âAlways am.â
Just when you chuckled, a yell rose from the treeline at the exact moment. âBellamy! Man, you cominâ or what?â Millerâs impatient groan bursted your bubble. It seemed like the whole group was already diving into the darkness of the forest.
The dazed look in Bellamyâs eyes began to fade away. But despite his best efforts to fully snap out of it, his moves stayed giddy, as if he just got slapped. Or softly kissed. âComing!â he barked back and then turned to you one last time. He couldnât leave without giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze now, could he?
Your heart was beating so intensely that it rattled your whole chest. He glanced back at you twice before his eyes lost you for good.
You returned to your tent in a haze. For a few minutes you truly were over the moon. That was util the silence settled in. Until you eventually started pacing back and forth in your tent, descending into your usual insecurities.
Did you push it?
Was that weird?
Should you say sorry?
Hours have passed. You were just in the middle of rehearsing your pathetic, carefully considered apology when the sound of the crowd forming outiside sank through the fabric of your tent â a clear sign of the hunting partyâs arrival.
The tightening sensation in your throat made a return. You knew it was only a matter of time until Bellamy would pay a visit. He checked up on you every nightfall. Tonight wouldnât be any different. Unless you disgusted him nowâŚ
Yet it soon turned out you didnât, when you heard a low, familiar grumble from outside.
âHey, itâs me. Can IâŚ?â
âY-Yeah, come on in.â you invited him.
Bellamyâs curls sticked out from behind the tent flap, the space growing smaller and hotter the very moment his large frame entered inside.
âHey,â You masked the nerves that were knotting inside your stomach with a hopefully casual grin. Mentally preparing yourself for the moment of your utter discomfiture. âEverything went alright out there? Were the maps helpful?â
âYeah. We think we might have found a new hunting area. You did great with them.â his warm voice filled your ears, letting you feast on the sound. You nodded and felt your blood rush at even the smallest praise from him.
The sounds of the camp slowly fell silent. The only thing to be heard now, was his breathing and the hammering of your heart.
A deep breath in and out seemed like a right way to begin what you had planned.
âBell, listen, about what happened a few hours agoâŚI just wanted to say I donât know why I did that, I guess I was just stupidly worried about you and maybe I was a little jealous, but I donât want to make it seem likeââ
âHey, hey, slow downâŚâ Confusion was painted all over his face now. âWhy are you apologizing? Jealous? Jealous of what?â
âIâm sorry, itâs just thatâŚthat one girl, who wonât leave you alone, I heard her talking about you all the time and then you were about to go off to the woods with her andâŚwhatever. I donât know if you know, but all she wants is to just sleep with you. And you know, itâs cool, itâs fine, but I-â
You didnât get to fully justify yourself.
His lips crashed into yours halfway through another word you tried to utter.
You never truly knew the meaning of time freezing until then.
His palms cupped both your cheeks, smoothing them out with his thumbs during the rushed assault on your mouth. His lips felt even warmer than his hands that he always gently touched you with. They felt better than you ever imagined them to feel when you admired them longingly.
Before you could figure out how to properly return the kiss, he pulled away. With hands still cradling your face the way they would cradle a porcelain doll, his eyes locked with yours desperately, bearing a question within them. Aching for an answer.
He was just about to curse himself for the action â so sudden and inconsiderate â ready to apologize to you. He almost could have thought you were startled⌠if it wasnt for the way your body gravited forward. Still seeking something.
âIsâŚis this alright?â he murmured lowly, as if he feared raising his voice even by a bit.
That was the moment you recognized what hunger meant.
You didnât know what to do with yourself. Your body betrayed you, trembling as it ceased to obey you. All you knew was that you needed him to keep going. You lifted yourself onto your toes and grasped the material of his worn-out jacket, nodding. âYes. Yeah.â
A quiet, short chuckle rose from his throat as his hands assisted you in your movements. âAlright.â His fingers swept a strand of hair out of your face. A wave of heat rushed through you again when his mouth returned to yours. Even if it was only the second time your lips met â the touch felt like coming home.
The force of the kiss drove you a step backward. Left breathless immediately, you tried to make your lips move in harmony with his, sloppily returning the overwhelming affection. When his tongue entered your mouth, tasting you, parting your lips with a groan, you needed to figure out how to deal with that too. Your body trembled with the amount of love you needed to show him but wasnât sure how yet. Left dumbfounded.
Bellamy wasnât an idiot, so he sure didnât want you to feel like one. Aware of your inexperience, all he wanted was to be good to you. To be what you deserved.
His fingers combed through your hair, sliding down your scalp, your neck, kneading on your skin covered in goosebumps.
Pulling on his curls, sucking on his lips, rubbing your whole body into his was not satisfying enough now. The faint sounds of your worked up whimpers along with your trembling made him pull his lips back just a bit, enough to rest his forehead against yours.
âRelax a bit. What are you shaking so much for, dummy?â the sweet mockery sent a thrill down your spine. Struggling to handle yourself, you nodded and looked deep into his dark eyes. Jesus, he was glancing down at you like you were the only thing on this planet that was worth the warmth of his palms.
âNo rush, âkay?â his voice lingered on the curve of your neck while his lips tormented the sensitive spot he just found out made you squirm.
Your fuzzy mind didnât even register when he backed you up towards your sleeping bag. But there you were, surrendering to the way your knees buckled underneath him.
The sheets rustled as he laid you down. You couldâve sworn you saw his brown pupils dilating when he lowered himself on top of you. He made you feel so ridiculously small when his legs caged yours, when his palms covered the entirety of your burning cheeks. You were simply mesmerized by the sheer size of him, here, in your bed.
Your gasps grew louder once his kisses sped up, something almost animalistic blooming in them. Something that you noticed started to take over yourself as well.
His breaths warmed you up everywhere. His mouth worked so damn hard to taste your skin, his saliva covered the edges of your mouth. He stroked your messy hair back once the strands started getting in his way, his hands fondling your head affectionately, then kneading on the back of your neck. They stayed tender. But as tender and careful as they were, they still made the journey downward, sliding down your waist.
That was when his mouth stopped moving. Both of you looked down to where his large palm was spread across your pelvis, the tips of his fingers reverently hooking beneath your shirt. The air was made up of your breaths and gasps merged together as the moment turned static. You both knew what this move would mean. Your eyes locked together felt like an electrifying force either of you refused to stop.
âCan IâŚ?â his voice was so hoarse it made you shiver. You watched him breathe with parted lips and eyes so soft and so wide. He looked worshipful. As if he had something heaven-sent beneath him. Because in that moment, he truly believed he did.
You nodded eagerly, waiting for air to came back into your lungs. âPlease. Yes.â
âThank you, angel,â he murmured pressing a kiss to your stomach, before leaving you bare chested under him with a few smooth moves. âLook at you...â the whisper sank into your skin as his lips took their sweet time appreciating your breasts, alternately with his fingers kneading on them, managing to draw out breathy reactions from your throat. âSo beautiful.â
You threw your head back and felt your whole face turn ruby in the sweetest embarrassment youâve ever felt.
âIâm going to make you feel so good, sweetheart. So good, I promise.â
âBellâŚâ Your legs wrapped tight around his waist and as you uncontrollably rubbed yourself against his firm thigh, feeling how embarrassingly wet you had already gotten for him. âPleaseâŚâ
âI know. I got you,â his lips slid all the way down to your hips, where his hands could get on with getting rid of the rest of your clothes. âI got you. Lift up fâme, baby.â You lifted your lower body immediately. âMhm, like that, thatâs great.â His fingers worked the zipper of your jeans open, sliding them off moments before doing the same to your thin, soaked panties.
Getting more confident, you tugged off his t-shirt, feeling up every inch of his muscled chest you managed to reach, making a fond chuckle escape his throat. Your palm lingered to feel the unnatural hammering of his heart.
âYeah, no more being shy. No need for that, right?â
âRight.â you whispered and let him brush the words right off your lips with a kiss.
His hands dropped to your thighs. Kneading on them, he carefully forced them open. All while his lips kept peppering soft kisses all over your neck. Wanting to get you relaxed a bit, once he saw how worked up you got.
You peeked down once you felt him approach your sensitive area. Your eyelashes fluttered down, then back up to his gaze.
âTwo fingers. That okay, bunny?â he cooed, drawing soothing circles over your leg.
All you could do was nod. Eagerly. Your chest rattled, your legs quivered and parted further. You wholeheartedly needed to give yourself over to him.
He smiled to you reassuringly. You noticed him mouth a silent âokayâ before his fingers dragged over the slickness of your folds.
âYouâre this excited, baby?â he murmured, his head getting dizzy with how wet you felt.
And then all you felt were his fingers sliding inside you.
You mewled while he circled your clit and worked you open. You tightened around his fingers immediately, so confused about all that sensations, all that pleasure. He pumped them in and out. Slow at first, letting you adjust to the feeling.
âOh my goshââ you sighed into his shoulder. He curled them so deep inside you, causing your hips to involuntarily jerk up.
âYeah, there? That feel good?â he mouthed into your skin.
âYes!â you whined.
He kept going, drawing sticky sounds with every faster move of his palm. He needed to show you how the stretch would feel, get you ready if you were to take more than just that.
âBellamyââ The heat pooling in your stomach was unbearable. Your insides were turning to mush. It was too much. Your body just squirmed, your head falling back when the first orgasm of the night washed over you. With a cry, you came on his fingers.
âThere you go, yeah,â He watched you in awe, in utter adoration. Watching your parted lips and red cheeks, listening to your gasps like it was the most beautiful melody. Feeling himself get so painfully impatient, so achingly hard for you. âDo you want more, sweetheart? Somethinâ better? Just tell me if youâre ready.â
Something primal took over your whole body completely, you could barely contain yourself when you nodded desperately, your wide eyes practically pleading to see him inside you. âIâŚI am. Please, Iâm ready.â
âAlright. âKay.â the whisper accompanied the feeling of his vainy hand slowly sliding out of you and making itâs way to his pants. You admired the way his long fingers worked the zipper. The way they revealed his buldged boxers. And finally, the way he freed his heavy cock, reddened, the tip coated with precum.
Your stomach curled at the sight. HeâŚwas just so big.
It made you even more nervous. Your widened eyes just followed his movements as he palmed himself swiftly, your stomach sinking at the new sight.
Leaning down to kiss you, he rubbed himself against your folds softly, enough to slide over your cum. Enough to make you twitch, pulling a moan out of you immediately.
âGonna go slow, alright?â He eased your legs wide open, making room for himself. As he did, he made sure to pamper each of your knees with a kiss. âAnd you just tell me if it gets too much, yeah? Promise youâll tell me. Nothinâ to be nervous about.â The way your head kept desperately nodding, told him everything he needed to know.
Your cry filled the tent once he stretched you out. Your slickness coated him, easing his path. You heard him mumble soft apologies into your neck at the sight of your face scrunching in a wave of temporary discomfort.
Your puffy walls clenched around him immediately, making his hips jerk, causing you both to gasp. All you felt was pain and pleasure merging into literal perfection as he finally thrusted himself deep into you.
âI know, I know that hurts a little,â He stroked your cheek, seeing the way you winced. âItâs okay, see? Youâre taking me so amazing already,â The feeling of your walls hugging his throbbing cock made groans escape his throat. âYouâre so warm, baby,â he panted into your neck, smoothing out your goosebumps-covered skin. âSo tight.â
Your pussy gave a sticky sound every time his hips slammed forward. Slow and deep. He buried himself inside you to then drag his whole length back up and sink into you again, hitting that right spot. You mewled and felt your muscles fluttering against him while your nails digged into the freckled skin of his back, attempting to somehow ground yourself.
He couldnât help but think of how heâd love to listen to the sweet little sounds you made every night, every day, for the rest of his goddamn life.
âOh, sweetheart, thatâs it.â he sighed, voice cracked, as he felt your legs curling around his waist. His dick was hot and throbbing inside you while he kissed you so slowly and so sweetly it was torturous. He was guiding you through sensations you never knew were possible.
A thick pressure deep in your belly made you writhe. When you glanced down, not only did you realize how awfully your thighs have been shaking â you also saw the faint outline of his cock under the skin of your stomach. Something about the sight of him stuffing you full, gave you a primal sense of satisfaction, of pride, of love.
âYeah, just take it, baby.â You felt his hand trailing down. Firstly, to knead on the swollen area on your lower abdomen. Then, it moved on to your entrance. An embarrassing gasp escaped your throat once his big, soft thumb found your clit again, making you pulse around him uncontrollably. You dropped your forehead on his shoulder, letting your nose dip into the crook of his collarbone.
âI know itâs a lot, baby. You can do it, I know you can.â the praise made you even weaker. âShow me you can do it.â
His moves grew faster, more rushed. You heard his skin slapping against yours all while your ears also picked up the soft whimpers and groans that started to slip more frequently past his lips âsounds so sweet and intimate you straight up thrived on them.
âBellamy I- Iâm gonnaââ you shutted your eyes, disoriented and dazed, overwhelmed by the pleasure that threatened to overflow you.
âOkay, sweetheart just let go. Did so great, now just cum, cum all over me.â he pressed his forehead against yours, his hair tickling your face.
A simple coo from him was enough â with a sinisterly loud cry, you came around him.
His hips buckled when he felt your fluids drip down his thighs, and he knew he couldnât hold back much longer himself. âWhereâŚfuck, where do youâ?â he barely formed the rushed question as his head dropped to nestle in the silkness of your hair.
âInside!â you moaned without any doubt. You knew you had to feel his hot cum spill inside you. You needed him to fill you, truly claim you.
So with one last grind, he finally came inside your walls â the fullness causing your head to spin in ecstasy.
Your covered in sweat bodies remained tangled. Your heartbeats and breaths seemed to blend with one another while you both rode out your highs.
âEverything alright?â he whispered against your lips before tenderly brushing them with his own. âYou okay?â
All you could do was nod and send a small smile his way, which he immediately returned.
He stayed buried inside you for a while, embracing you in his warm arms, before he eventually slid out of your folds, leaving you achingly empty, already missing him.
You still felt how stupidly colorful your face mustâve been. Especially now, as you laid on soaked blankets, too overwhelmed to move, becoming aware of the pleasant soreness that took over your thighs. Youâve never felt so vulnerable. But it didnât scare you. Not when it was with Bellamy by your side, looking down at you with the calmest, most caring look.
With a satisfied sigh, his head dropped downwards while his hand coaxed your delicate legs to part further again. Then, his warm mouth covered your entrance. Your thighs quivered while he planted a delicate kiss over your soaked, swollen cunt.
âYou did so great.â the whisper fanned over your skin.
And now there was no doubt â you belonged to one another irrevocably.
a work by @vivsribbon | đŠâđŞ | warnings - none!
synopsis - Bellamy goes to save the reader after sheâs captured, defies the Grounders with feral loyalty, and breaks down in her arms once sheâs safe.
smut fluff angst | side note - this is so 2014 bellamy tumblr i cant
Bellamy knew something was wrong before anyone said it.
The camp was too quiet.
Not the normal, tired quiet that followed a long day. This was the kind that pressed in on your ears. The kind that made people avoid eye contact.
He saw Clarke first.
That was enough.
âWhere is she?â he asked.
No greeting. No explanation. Just that.
Clarkeâs jaw tightened. âBellamyââ
âWhere is she.â
Kane stepped forward. âShe made a decision.â
His blood went cold.
âWhat decision.â
Silence.
Raven finally snapped, âShe traded herself.â
The world tilted.
âShe what.â
âThey approached the perimeter,â Clarke said carefully. âThey wanted a meeting. They wanted leverage. She went to buy us time.â
âShe trusted us to hold camp,â Kane said gently.
Bellamyâs eyes darkened.
âShe trusted me to bring her back.â
And then he was moving.
âBellamyââ Clarke grabbed his arm.
He pulled free.
âYou go out there alone, you die,â Kane warned.
Bellamy didnât slow down.
âThen I die.â
And the way he said it â calm, certain â made everyone freeze.
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The Grounder camp wasnât hidden.
It didnât need to be.
It stood like a challenge in the clearing, fires burning low, guards posted like statues.
They were waiting for him.
Of course they were.
He didnât raise his weapon.
Didnât shout.
He walked forward like a king entering hostile territory.
They surrounded him immediately.
Spears. Blades. Silent judgment.
âTake me to her,â he said.
No tremor in his voice.
No hesitation.
They led him through rows of tents until he saw you.
Bound.
Not bruised. Not broken.
Just furious.
The second your eyes met his, something inside him cracked.
You were sitting upright despite the restraints, chin lifted like they hadnât taken anything from you.
But he saw it.
The tightness in your shoulders.
The way your hands flexed against the rope.
You had done this on purpose.
For him.
For camp.
Idiot.
Brave, selfless idiot.
A tall Grounder stepped forward â clearly the leader.
âShe gave herself willingly,â he said in accented English. âFor her people.â
Bellamy didnât look away from you.
âShe doesnât belong to you.â
A spear pressed lightly against his back.
âCareful,â the leader warned.
Bellamy finally turned his gaze to him.
âI didnât come here to be careful.â
Murmurs rippled through the circle.
The leader studied him. âYou are their war chief.â
âIâm their shield.â
âAnd she?â He gestured toward you.
Bellamyâs jaw clenched. âSheâs not leverage.â
The leader circled him slowly. âShe believes in sacrifice.â
âShe believes in survival.â
âAnd you?â
Bellamyâs voice dropped lower.
âI believe you made a mistake.â
The leader stopped in front of him.
âYou will kneel.â
The word hung in the air.
Around them, the Grounders tightened their circle.
You shook your head almost imperceptibly.
Donât.
Bellamy met your eyes.
And then he dropped to his knees.
Gasps murmured around the clearing.
Your heart stopped.
Bellamy Blake did not kneel.
Not to anyone.
The leader stepped closer. âYou kneel for her?â
Bellamyâs hands rested loosely on his thighs. Calm.
Too calm.
âI kneel,â he said evenly, âbecause you think it means something.â
Your breath caught.
The leader crouched in front of him.
âWould you trade your camp for her?â
Bellamy didnât blink.
âYes.â
Your head snapped toward him.
âBellamyââ
âSilence,â a guard barked.
You ignored him. âDonât you dare.â
The leaderâs eyes gleamed. âYou would abandon your people.â
âThey can survive without me.â
âAnd without her?â
His gaze flickered to you briefly.
Then back.
âNo.â
The leader leaned closer. âLove is weakness.â
Bellamyâs lips twitched.
âIf you want to see how far Iâll go for her,â he said softly, dangerously, âtry me.â
The words sent a chill through the circle.
You felt it.
The shift.
The leader stood slowly.
âYou would burn for her.â
Bellamy tilted his head.
âI would burn the world.â
Your chest tightened painfully.
You locked eyes with him.
And in that look was everything.
Donât.
Trust me.
The leader signaled.
A blade was pressed to your throat.
Bellamy didnât flinch.
Didnât lunge.
Didnât react.
But you saw it.
His hands.
They trembled once.
Just once.
âFinal test,â the leader said. âSwear loyalty. Swear your army bows to us. Or she dies.â
You shook your head violently. âNo. Bellamy, donât youââ
âEnough,â he snapped â not at them.
At you.
And the sharpness in his voice was deliberate.
Your anger faltered.
You saw it then.
The calculation.
He wasnât surrendering.
He was positioning.
Bellamy lowered his head.
âI swear,â he said quietly.
Your heart shattered.
Then his hand moved.
Too fast.
From his boot â the gun they hadnât found.
One shot.
The guard holding you dropped.
Chaos exploded.
Bellamy surged to his feet, firing twice more, grabbing you as the circle broke into shouts.
âRun!â he barked.
You didnât hesitate.
He cut your bindings mid-sprint, dragging you through smoke and confusion.
An arrow whizzed past his shoulder.
He turned, fired again.
Then you were in the trees.
Branches whipping against your skin. Boots pounding against dirt.
He didnât let go of you.
Not once.
Not until the Grounder shouts faded behind you.
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He didnât slow down until you were far beyond their border.
Only then did he turn to you.
âYouâre okay?â
You stared at him.
âYou KNEELED.â
âYou turned yourself in!â
âI had a plan!â
âSo did I!â
âYou said youâd trade the camp!â
âI lied!â
âYou donât get to lie about that!â
âYou donât get to disappear!â
The shouting echoed between you.
Then stopped.
Because suddenly he was shaking.
Not from anger.
From adrenaline.
From fear.
âYou couldâve died,â he said hoarsely.
âSo could you.â
His hands grabbed your shoulders like he needed proof you were solid.
âYou donât get to make that call alone.â
âI did it to protect them!â
âAnd I wouldâve destroyed them to protect you!â
The words slipped out.
Raw.
Ugly.
True.
You stared at him.
His breath hitched.
âI meant it,â he whispered. âEvery word. I wouldâve burned everything down.â
Your anger dissolved.
He looked wrecked.
Not powerful. Not commanding.
Terrified.
You stepped forward slowly.
He didnât resist when you pulled him into you.
His forehead dropped against your shoulder.
And thenâ
He broke.
No sobs.
No loud gasps.
Just silent tears sliding down his face as his hands clutched at the back of your jacket like he was afraid youâd disappear again.
You wrapped your arms around him, one hand cradling the back of his head.
âIâm here,â you whispered.
His shoulders shook once.
âYou scared me,â he breathed.
âI know.â
âI thoughtââ His voice cracked. âWhen I saw you tied upââ
âIâm here.â
His grip tightened.
âI canât lose you,â he whispered into your chest.
âYou wonât.â
âYou donât know that.â
âI do.â
You pressed a kiss into his hair.
âYouâre not alone in this. Not in leadership. Not in sacrifice. Not in fear.â
His tears dampened your shirt.
âI wouldâve let them think I surrendered,â he murmured. âI wouldâve knelt a thousand times if it meant getting close enough to get you out.â
You smiled softly through your own tears.
"For the record, I liked seeing you on your knees for me.â
He let out a broken laugh against you.
âDonât ever do that again.â
âOnly if you promise not to burn the world without me.â
He lifted his head then.
Eyes red.
Guard completely down.
âYouâre worth it.â
Your hands framed his face.
âAnd so are they.
He swallowed hard.
The weight of that settling back onto his shoulders.
But this time, he wasnât carrying it alone.
He leaned into your touch, breathing slowly until the shaking stopped.
The world hadnât burned.
The camp still stood.
But if anyone ever doubted how far Bellamy Blake would go for youâ
They wouldâve seen it in the dirt on his knees.
And the tears he didnât let anyone else witness.
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fucking bellamy blake and john murphy at the same timeđ𫶠cw; smut, fem!reader (gimme a hair tie & two mins alone with them and iâll genuinely change their lives <3)
murphy grouses at your every movement, pinching your hip as you shift beneath him and his cock drags backward against your walls, the movement helped along as bellamy tweaks your clit and your cunt dribbles slick.
your legs twitch and close inward, stopped short on their journey as murphy wedges his pelvis between your legs with a grumble. he bends forward at the waist, nudging at your throat with that curved nose. you hiccup, half heartedly complaining, fingers splayed over his shoulders.
bellamy rolls his eyes, slipping out from beneath you to muscle in beside murphy, halting his movements.
âmove,â bell murmurs, his hand dancing upward to find the crease between your anxious brows. âhave tâbe gentle with her,â he explains, voice low. âwork her up to beinâ rough. sheâs only little.â
murphy grouses something rather unsavoury, brows pinched tight as he watches bellamy pry his fingers into the crease of your thigh, using his free hand to dig his cock from his trousers.
âyou got it, baby,â bellamy murmurs, nudging the head against your pussy until you relent and grant him entrance. you clamp your thighs either side of his hips, whining as bellamy grabs john by the wrist and guides his fingers over your swelled clit. he rolls his hips in slow, deliberate movements, canines poking through his top lip as you relax and open up for him. âsee, she likes that.â
you hiccup, reaching for bellamyâs hand. he tsks, dragging a knuckle over your cheek. preening, you tilt your face into the touch and whine.
ââs nice, baby?â bellamy murmurs, rolling his hips into you harder this time. you nod fervidly. murphy grumbles, cock kicking up at your needy little noises even as he feigns disinterest.
bellamy rolls back on the balls of his feet, his cock gliding out with a wet squelch as he makes room for murphy to push back between your legs. âthatâs it. nice and slow with her.â
murphy rolls his eyes but complies, sinking back into your spongy walls as bellamy slides back behind you, petting his fingers over your clammy temple.
bellamy nudges at your hairline with the tip of his nose, murmuring against the crown of your skull as murphyâs pace quickens and deepens, and you mewl, pussy clamping tight over the length of him. murphyâs hips stutter. bellamy laughs.
âyou canât come yet, champ. not until she has.â
âwhy does the princess get to come first? she didnât even do any work!â he whines.
âbecause i fucking said so. go on, get back to work.â bellamy smears a kiss over the crown of your head, snickering.
you gasp when murphy nudges your swollen clit with his thumb.
âbell,â you warble.
âi know, princess. heâs giving your pussy some love, isnât he?â
murphy scoffs. âdonât love it.â
âyeah, thatâs why youâre about to come just looking at that pretty pussy, isnât it?â
