#bellamy blake x reader

[frey-williams]

When every virgin reader is a petite, white sundress, childish, pigtailed, ‘doe eyed’ innocent girl

[kirsteinlvqr]

How I feel after crying over a literal x reader fanfic

[itshelia]

My mom to her friends, my aunts, and literally everyone she knows: Yeah, my kid is so smart. She is on her phone a lot of the time, but it's not like you guys think, She is not like how kids nowadays are, She reads a lot of books on her phone!!

Me, a fanfic reader who can survive off nothing but just words and day dreams herself to sleep:

[love-at-first-sight-23]

Welcome to the world of “Being in love with a person who doesn’t exist in real life but you pretend they do anyway because you’re obsessed” ✧˖*°࿐

[theunsanctionedgoth]

the joy I get when my favorite fictional men are written starved, depraved, and longing for reader like it's the best thing in the world

[fandomimaginez]

I want to fidget with his hands. Gently tracing each finger, drawing shapes in the palm of his hand, the warmth and weight of his hand in mine soothing me. And we just sit in silence as I do this, each other’s presence being enough to just relax and enjoy the moment of peace.

[larajeansongcoveyenthusiast]

𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙉𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚

“ℯ𝓍𝓅𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓈ℯ𝓁𝒻 , 𝒹ℴ𝓃’𝓉 𝓇ℯ𝓅𝓇ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓈ℯ𝓁𝒻”

the brunette boy was falling apart in your hands

calloused fingers struggling to grip the flesh on your hips

as incoherent babbling escaped his lips

“nghh— can’t— please.. fuck,”

his jeans were still on

dirty grimy jeans that already had a wet patch growing

you slowly unzipped them

letting your fingers take their time as you pulled them down

desperate for friction he squirmed

you clicked your tongue

“mm.. no moving. youre being a bad boy..”

“m’sorry… s-so sorry..”

“won’t happen again… please j-j-just a little lower.. mmmph… please?”

your warm palm began to circle his growing… problem.

slowly removing his soaked boxers.

the achy red tip was cute, all messy and impatient.

just like him.

your hands moved up and down slowly

“yes! oh god… m-more”

his back arched off the sheets

“so sensitive…” you cooed

“all for you..”.

you licked a slow stripe up his hardening erection.

testing the waters.

he let out a whimper.

a delicious sound of his growing pleasure.

”n-need to touch you…”

instead of waiting his hands moved.

you held them down.

slowly moving your own to his neck.

“gonna keep these here while i ride you…”

he moaned at just your words.

you slowly — oh so slowly — removed your damp undergarments.

the sight of your glistening cunt caused another whimper.

so pathetic.

without even waiting you let yourself onto him.

the warmth alone, the noise, the feeling of you made it so much worse.

“oh! oh.. mmmphh,”

“s-so tight… fuck..”

you began to move up and down.

the sound of skin against skin filled the room.

as you promised your hands wrapped around his throat.

his pulse thrumming under your touch.

“s-so good…”

“youre so beautiful..”

”just like that— agh..”

the sight before you was beautiful. you wished it could be engraved in marble.

he was so pathetic, a mess of noise with his own fluids coating his heaving chest.

so pretty.

all yours.

oh shit guys guess who’s back 😳😳😳😳

also this is not proofread at all

[s9fti3]

This wasn’t 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. “Bellamy,” 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.

“Keep going, what does Athena do?” He asked, pressing a kiss to your clit. You were choking, there was no way in hell you’d 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.

“She-oh my gosh,” You shuttered as you began to answer. “Into a beggar, she disguised him as beggar!” You rushed out, back arching as he began to give you that pleasure again.

“Turned who into a beggar?” 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.

“Odysseus.”

“Why’d she do it?” He asked, his hands keeping your thighs spread open as he continued his attack on your cunt. You would’ve have assumed he hadn’t eaten in days with how he was lapping at you.

“The suitors,” 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. “So the suitors didn’t recognize him and kill him!” You said through your teeth.

Yeah, you gave up. You were coming whether the question was finished or not. “Bellamy!” You called out his name. It wasn’t 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. “Did they recognize him?” Bellamy asked, looking up at you from your legs.

You hadn’t gotten to that part yet. “I don’t know.” You spoke, your hips bucked towards him as he stopped.

“Well,” He began, reaching over for the book. “Let’s find out. Keep reading.” He tells you as you opened the book again. It would be a while until you found out they did—but only when Odysseus was able to string the bow.