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[bellamyplake]

long time no see! I look a little different than last time. ;)

[bellarke]

Blushing Bride Pt. II

Bellarke Christmas Calender 2017

December 21st:

by Amber [bilexualclarke] [ao3] |

Word count: 2016

Rating: E

Part I

Thank you so much to Amber ♥  for participating in our bellarke christmas. Please go and check out her other great work.

Clarke never makes it to the coat closet. Before she can so much as attempt an exit, she is surrounded by hordes of their guests, and before she knows, it half an hour has passed and her vision is spotty from multiple camera flashes, a hundred reiterations of “Congratulations!” ringing in her ears. As she takes picture after picture, she lets her mind wander back to how her and Bellamy began.

 Eight Years Ago

 Clarke sits up at the sound of heavy footsteps passing her room and heading downstairs. They are distinctively not the tread of either of her parents, and too heavy to belong to Octavia, so that leaves only one option. Her pulse quickens and she bites her lip in excitement. The digital clock on her nightstand reads 1:49 am. Clarke waits a few moments, not hearing the footsteps return, before throwing off the covers and padding down the stairs.

 There is a thin stream of light stretching from the hardwood floors of the living room into the pale linoleum of the kitchen. She follows it tentatively, peaking her head around the corner and squinting against the brightness of the open refrigerator. The light perfectly silhouettes the broad, muscled frame of the man standing before her, clad in just a pair of dark flannel pajama pants.

 “Bellamy,” she says softly.

 He doesn’t turn; he was expecting her.

 “Clarke.” He grabs a water bottle and shuts the door, pitching the room into near darkness. “You thirsty?”

 “No.” She steps forward into a stream of moonlight and rests her palms on the cool granite of the kitchen island.

 “Hungry then?”

 Clarke considers it for a minute, and then, with a smirk: “Yes.”

 Bellamy turns at this. His grip on the water bottle tightens, the plastic audibly cracking as his eyes rake over her body. The thin white tank she wears is practically translucent, the soft pink boy shorts she wears underneath clearly visible. The cool breeze from the central air unit pumping above her causes goosebumps to raise across the flesh of her arms, her nipples hardening under the thin fabric of her shirt. He notices.

 “What are you hungry for?” he asks, his voice several pitches lower. Clarke bites her lip; they had been dancing around each other for weeks, playing a dangerous game ever since he had walked in on her in her underwear while her and Octavia were getting ready for their senior prom. Clarke knows that she has been in love with him since she was thirteen, but she never in her wildest dreams thought her best friend’s older brother would ever feel for her an inkling of what she does for him.

 Well, now is her time to find out. Or be totally humiliated.

 “You,” she says, proud of the way her voice stays steady, even though her hands are trembling.

 Bellamy drops the water bottle on the counter and takes a step towards her. “Is that right, Princess?”

 The heat in his voice is promising, as is the way he licks his lips after her nickname settles in the air.

 “Yes,” she whispers, stepping around the island and standing directly in front of him. She squares her shoulders and looks up at him, not shying away from his dark, intense gaze. “I-I’ve wanted you for a long time, Bellamy, and I think you want me, too.”

 “You think?”

 “I know.”

 Bellamy moves suddenly, his hands gripping her waist tightly as he lifts her onto the countertop of the kitchen island. The warmth of his hands is a sharp contrast to chill of the granite on the exposed skin of her ass.

 “You want this?” he murmurs, sliding his hands down to rest atop her thighs. “You want me to fuck you right here? Play with your sweet little pussy while everyone is asleep upstairs?”

 “Yes,” Clarke gasps. He drags his middle finger over the crotch of her panties, smirking when he feels the dampness of the fabric. “Yes, Bell, please fuck me.”

 “Hmm, I don’t know,” he teases, dragging his finger upward over her stomach. The hem of her shirt catches on his finger as he moves higher, exposing the soft undersides of her breasts, stopping just short of her nipples. “That would be awfully scandalous of us, don’t you think?”

 “I don’t care. I want you.” Clarke takes the initiative and rips the flimsy tank over her head. Bellamy’s jaw goes slack when her breasts are fully bared to him, his hands twitching towards them instinctively.

 “Please, Bellamy,” she says softly. “Touch me.”

 That is all the invitation he needs. Bellamy bends forward, pressing her back against the countertop and bringing his face to her gorgeous tits. He sucks one nipple into his mouth, laving it gently with his tongue while his fingers tug at the other. Clarke brings both hands to the back of his head and clutches him closer. She had been dreaming about this for months—years, even. She clenches her thighs, desperate for a bit of friction, but Bellamy removes yanks them apart. Her responding whine is silenced when he bends down so her cunt is at eye-level, still covered by her flimsy panties.

 “You ever let anyone taste you, Princess?” he asks, hooking his index finger around the elastic band of her underwear. Clarke shakes her head as she lifts her lips, letting him drag them down her legs. As soon as they are off his hands are there, smoothing over her inner thighs and spreading her legs wide enough for his broad shoulders to fit between them.

 “No,” she breathes. He closes his eyes and inhales deeply, moaning at the heady smell of her cunt. “I’ve never even…”

 “No one’s ever fucked this gorgeous pussy?” Bellamy drags his index finger over her slit, gathering the copious wetness there before bringing the finger to his mouth, moaning at the taste of her. “I get to be the first?”

 “Yes.” Clarke’s hips lift up towards him, chasing his touch. “It’s just you, Bellamy. Only you.”

 “God damn,” he swears, licking his lips. “Shit, Clarke.” Before she can say anything else, he brings his mouth to her cunt, and all hope of rational thought is out the window.

 “Fuck!” Clarke whines, her back arching off the countertop. He starts with gently licking her clit, coaxing it out from its protective hood. As her moans get louder, he uses his thumb to rub circles around the sensitive bud, focusing his attention on the sweet well of her cunt. He fucks her with his tongue first, and even then, he can feel how tight her walls are around him.

 When she comes, he can feel her juices drip down his chin, and the sound of her moans nearly does him in, too.

 “Holy shit, Princess,” he gasps, rubbing tight circles over her clit as he leans up to capture her lips. He vaguely realizes that it is the first time they’ve kissed, and she is quite literally licking her own cum from his lips. “Gonna fuck you now, okay?”

 “Please.” Clarke leans back again, spreading her legs wider and waiting for him to step out of his pajama pants. But he takes her by surprise, instead scooping her into his arms and spinning around to pin her against the wall. Her legs wrap around his waist on instinct, her arms draped over his muscled shoulders. He uses one hand to shove his pants down just enough to free his cock, and Clarke gasps at the sight.

 She has watched enough porn to know what a penis looks like, but seeing one for the first time is still a shock, especially one that looks…like that. Bellamy’s cock long and thick, weeping precum at the tip, and the sight inexplicably makes her mouth water. She knows he’s going to give her cunt a delightful stretch, but she wants to feel him in her throat, too.

 All in due time.

 “You ready, baby?” Bellamy asks, kissing down the length of her throat. His hands are firmly grasping her thighs, keeping her cunt positioned just above his cock. When hums in agreement, he guides her so that the tip of his cock catches on her clit, and she keens.

 “I want your words, Clarke. Let me hear you.”

 “I’m ready- oh!” The words are barely out of her mouth before he lowers her onto his cock. He goes slowly, but the stretch is still enough to make Clarke’s breath catch and her toes curl. Once he is halfway inside of her, he stops.

 “Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunts, resting his forehead on top of hers. “Feels amazing, baby.”

 “More,” is all she can gasp, her nails digging into his shoulders. “Please, give me more.”

 She can practically hear his smirk. “You got it, Princess.”

 Bellamy lowers her further onto him, not stopping until his coarse pubic hair tickles the inside of her thighs. She sighs when he bottoms out inside of her, never having felt this full before. She can already feel another orgasm building, stronger than before.

 And then Bellamy finally starts to move. His thrusts are slow and tender, letting her get used to the feel of him. She appreciates it for the first minute or so, but once she grows accustomed to the feeling of his cock, she taps her foot against his lower back.

 “You’re not going to break me, you know,” she teases. Bellamy arches an eyebrow.

 “You sure about that?”

 Clarke smirks. “Try me.”

 His eyes darken, and a thrill shoots up her spine. Game on, she thinks.

 Bellamy repositions her so that his hands are firmly gripping her ass, her calves propped up on his shoulders. There is a slight burn in her quads, but she can barely feel it over the incredible feeling of him pounding into her, hitting her g-spot over and over again.

 “Oh my God, Bellamy!” she moans. “Yes, fuck! Right there! Fuuuck, you’re going to make me come again!”

 “Yeah?” he growls. “Do it, baby. Fucking come all over my cock. I can feel you getting all tight around me. Fuck. Let go, Princess. Let me feel it.”

“Bellamy!” Clarke gasps. All she can seem to say is his name. He’s all around her, the only thing she sees, the only thing she smells, the only thing she feels. “Oh God, Bellamy!”

 “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Yes, Clarke, fuck.” He holds her close as she works through her orgasm, relishing in the feeling of her walls clenching around him. Her orgasm sends him into his own, and they collapse against the wall, clutching each other as they ride out the aftershocks.

 Bellamy eventually releases his grip, allowing her to stand—albeit shakily--- on her own two feet. Clarke buries her head in his chest and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, wrapping his arms around her.

 “Bellamy?” she says after a few minutes, peering up at him from under her eyelashes.

 “Yeah, baby?”

 Her fingertips trail down over the hard planes of his stomach, teasingly toying with the soft hairs of his happy trail.

 “Will you teach me how to suck your cock?”

 He smirks. “Princess, I’m going to teach you everything.”

 Eight Years Later

 Bellamy finally finds her, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her flush against his chest.

 “Hello, Mrs. Blake,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her hairline.

 Clarke smiles against his collarbone. “Hello, Mr. Griffin.”

 “So much for our little escape.”

 “Don’t worry, you’ll have me all to yourself for the next ten days.” Their bags are already packed and waiting for them in their hotel room, ready for them to jet out to the airport in the morning, headed to the Bahamas for their honeymoon.

 Bellamy shakes his head. “Not enough time.”

 Clarke pulls back and squints up at him. “The rest of our lives?”

 He presses his lips to the tip of her nose. “Still not enough.”

 “Yeah,” she raises up on her tiptoes and steals a chaste kiss, “not enough for me, either.”

[brimay]

bellarke fanfic ◆ just another graceless night 

rating: explicit (for sexual content)

tags: alternate universe - modern setting, rock band au, secret relationship, fluff, explicit sexual content

description: Clarke Griffin is the newest member of the Alternative Rock band, The Delinquents , but in the band they have one (1) rule: "Everyone hates Bellamy Blake." Of course, Clarke didn't know this when she slept with him... That complicates things a bit.

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[amy-santiago]

That Good Earth Cleavage™

[kimhanbinsbandaid]

Until the new commander can ascend, Polis is to be ruled by ambassadors of the coalition. If Azgeda wants it, they must take it by force.

[twilightcakes]

I was tagged!

Name: Caitlin

Nicknames: Cakes

Birthday:November 13th

Gender: Female

Sexual Orientation: Straight

Height: 5 feet and 1 in

Favorite color: pink

Time and date at current moment: April 3rd, 5:56pm

Average hours of sleep: 8, anything less and im useless tbh

Lucky Number: 13

Last thing I googled: how to say ‘see you later’ in Icelandic (It’s for a fic)

First word that comes to mind: rain

One places that makes me happy: the house I grew up in


How many blankets I sleep under: start with three, kick off one, twist one around my leg, kick the other off the end of the bed. its a shitshow

Favorite Fictional Character: Peeta Mellark/Carl Gallagher/Daenerys Targaryen/Ross Poldark/Leslie Knope/Hermione Granger/Effie Trinket/Bilbo Baggins/Violet Crawley wow I love me some sassy motherfuckers

Book: The Hobbit, Pride and Prejudice and I’ll be honest here, trashy historical romance novels bc I’m trash.

Animation: Family Guy


TV show: Here we go: Game of Thrones, Parks and Rec, Shameless, Downton Abbey, That 70′s show, Outlander, Poldark, The Office, True Blood


Favorite Beverage: wine or coffee or wine

Favorite Food: haven’t met much I didn’t like


Last movie I’ve seen in cinemas:Beauty and the Beast


Dream Holiday: I’m going next spring! Two weeks in Ireland, Whales, England and Scotland!

Dream Wedding: a big party with love and friends where we eventually tie the knot.  Spoiler alert, it happened.


Dream Job: Writer, Wizard

[ravenclarke-archived]

Bday selfies from your newly 19 y/o

[brimay]

31: “ I fucked up. ”

fic: i guess that’s love (i can’t pretend)

rating: teen and up audiences

tags: alternate universe - modern setting, high school, enemies to friends to lovers, fluff, first date.

They’re halfway through their English assignment and tall cups of to-go coffee when Bellamy smacks his laptop closed so suddenly that it manages to startle her. Eyebrows raised, she watches him silently for a minute, noticing the frustration that shines through his facial features.

“What’s wrong?”

Although he looks at her then, he carefully avoids her eyes. Instead, his gaze seems to be faced on her cheek, and she has no idea why until he notes, “You’ve got some sharpie right there.”

Having said that, Bellamy leaves Clarke to rub at her cheekbone and wonder why the hell he’s acting so weirdly all of a sudden. In all of the years she has known him, he’s always been weird about some things, like how he refuses to drink coffee from gas stations and color-coordinates his M&M’s before eating them, but he’s never been weird like this.

Clarke, being stubborn as always, joins him by the window and places a hand on his shoulder. She feels him tense under her touch before he murmurs, “I fucked up.”

“How much?”

“Big time.”

In effort to cheer him up, Clarke doesn’t interrogate any further. She just steals his glasses like she has a million times before, expecting him to grin in response, but he only frowns. When she takes a step forward, Bellamy does something even more unexpected: He wraps his arm around her, pulling her closer to reclaim the glasses. It might not seem like much, and yet it still manages to make her breath hitch a little.

“I let you distract me. When I first met you, and we bickered all the time, Miller told me that you’d get under my skin eventually. I didn’t think it would ever happen, but here we are.”

They met as freshmen as members of the debate club, so for a while their entire relationship was built on irrelevant disagreements. Eventually, however, they went to the women’s march and the pride parade together, which caused them to discover that they have more in common than what meets the eye.

Unable to say anything in response, Clarke simply stares at him, waiting for a continuation. Bellamy’s eyes search hers before he admits, “I don’t actually need help with the assignment. I just wanted to spend some time with you, because… Because I think you’re cute and intelligent and funny… I’m sorry I lied. I just—“

To silence him, she presses a finger to his full lips, trying not to focus on the fact that his hand is still placed against her spine, keeping the distance between them breathtakingly small. “Seriously, Bellamy. Is it really that difficult to ask me out? Am I that intimidating?”

“A little bit,” he replies as a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Look, I was afraid you were gonna say no and then roast my ass in the debate club or something.”

At that, Clarke cocks her eyebrows, now smiling a little despite herself. “That scenario doesn’t sound impossible. If I was going to turn you down, of course.”

She lets herself enjoy the sight of his surprised expression before she leans in to press her lips to his freckled cheek. When she pulls back, there’s a confident grin on his face that nearly knocks all of the air from his lungs, but as if that isn’t enough, she asks, “Where are you taking me?”

“The rooftop.”

“Classic!” Clarke muses, placing a hand on his chest without really knowing why. Obviously, having your first date with someone on a rooftop isn’t actually classic, but it’s classical Bellamy. In freshman year, the only thing she ever noticed about him was the rough, cocky exterior — However, once they became Sophomores and they became friends, she realized that he’s incredibly soft and more than a little dorky on the inside.

And she knows more about it than he thinks she does. She knows that he has a collection of hand-me-down books that he’d love to turn into a private library one day; that he sings in the shower and pours melted chocolate over popcorn when his sister wants to watch a movie. He’s undoubtedly what her father would call ‘a respectable young man’.

“I’ve read on the weather app that it isn’t going to be very cloudy tonight. Hopefully, we’ll be able to see the stars.”

“Romantic,” Clarke notes, watching the brown skin of his cheek flush a little. The dab of color makes him more attractive, if that’s even possible. If he thinks that he’s the only one who has kept things hidden, then he’s wrong. Often, she catches herself staring at him across the hall as if they’re protagonists in a cheesy music video, and her friends have frequently enjoyed pointing it out.

Inside her chest, her heart is leaping excitedly. “Well, there are still a few hours left ‘til sundown. How about we go shopping for some snacks and cook dinner in the meantime?”

Obviously, Bellamy thinks it’s a great idea….

Even though they return to harmless banter when they try to decide which ice cream flavor to pick, Clarke lets him win, causing him to raise his eyebrows in surprise. Instead of placing his original pick, wild cherry, in the basket, however, he goes for a flavor that’s a nice compromise considering what they both want: Cherry with brownie chunks.

“Nice.”

“If we’re gonna date, we’ll have to get used to this.”

Well, he’s right, even if the things they disagree on are mostly harmless. Years ago, those harmless things all seemed like a big deal, but once they started to genuinely like each other, understanding their differences and dealing with them in a simple way became much easier.

Beside the ice cream, they agree on the rest of the snacks: Skittles, cookies and cream toffee, barbecue chips, root beer and Bellamy’s chocolate-covered popcorn, of course. When Clarke suggests that they have mac and cheese for dinner, because it’s simple, Bellamy huffs.

“Mac and cheese? How am I going to impress you by making that? Nope, it’s not happening.”

Clarke chuckles. “What are you gonna make then? Lobster?”

“Don’t tempt me,” he jokes, winking at her. “Fine, let’s say mac and cheese. But I’ll bet my ass that it’s going to be the best mac and cheese this world has ever seen.”

Teasingly, she nudges him. It’s great that she finds his confidence endearing now. “We’ll see.”

Oh lord. As much as she doesn’t want to fuel his ego by admitting that he managed it, Bellamy has cooked the best mac and cheese the world has ever seen — or, she hasn’t tasted one better, at least. She doesn’t know what he’s put in it, because he won’t tell her, but her taste buds dance in euphoria every time she takes another bite.

Suddenly, she understands why people need to use the word ‘mouthgasm’ sometimes, even though the cheesiness of it makes her cringe.

If he can satisfy her taste buds this much with his cooking, imagine if… No, she’s not going there. Not tonight, that would be too soon. Feeling a blush creep into her cheeks at the thoughts that are suddenly streaming through her mind without permission, Clarke tries not to pay attention to the sensation of Bellamy looking at her.

It’s not possible for him to know, right? To read minds? To turn the attention away from herself, Clarke decides to finally say something. “This is really good.”

When she looks at him then, he’s smiling in the way that makes her heart melt every time she sees it: This smile creates crinkles at the corners of his dark brown eyes, but it’s still soft and seems effortless. Running a hand through his hair, he replies, “I’m glad you think so.”

“Do you have other hidden talents?” Suddenly, that question emerges from her lips, and she immediately curses herself for allowing it. She spends the next second praying that he didn’t catch its sexual undertones, but it looks as if he chokes on nothing, and therefore she can only conclude that he did.

In spite of this, Bellamy seems to gather himself pretty quickly. “Some, I guess. You haven’t seen them yet, though.”

And with that, he leaves her to gape at him while he does the dishes.

Their date is at least as cozy as she’d imagined it would be: Above them, thousands of stars beam and he tells her some of their stories. While he shows her Cassiopeia, and her tragic story falls off his lips as if he’s told it countless times, Clarke thinks the sweetness of the chocolate-covered popcorn has risen to her head…

… Because she can’t stop thinking of kissing him.

“I turned sixteen and started to drive my mother’s car, and Octavia would beg me to go camping with her. That’s when I learned to turn the stars into a map and to make different kinds of snacks that she loved, even if they kept her up all night.”

“You’re a great brother,” Clarke says, mesmerized by the sight of his bronze skin flooded by starlight.

He mutters a thank you, then stays silent for a minute, and she wonders what he’s thinking of until he reveals it. “… Clarke, I’m really sorry I lied to you.”

Without caring, she inches closer, leaving no space between them. As soon as he feels her against his side, Bellamy puts his arm around her. Because of this, she has to take a second before she replies, “Nevermind. I mean, just think about it: We swapped our boring English assignments for this. Instead of correcting each other’s grammar, we went on a date. I think that’s pretty damn cool.”

“It’s very us, isn’t it?”

The question manages to knock every ounce of air from Clarke’s lungs.

Us. They are an ‘us’, a unit.

Well, maybe they have been since they became co-presidents of the debate club, but this feels very different somehow, like rose petals and love songs are lingering at the edges of the word. That’s what takes her breath away.

“It is,” she says, managing to speak in spite of the fact that her heart is beating against the cage of her chest. In the moment that passes afterwards, their eyes lock. She’s not sure for how long, as it could’ve been seconds, minutes, days even. Maybe the sun rises and sets on the sky above them several times, but they just don’t notice.

When they finally kiss, Clarke isn’t sure of much. She doesn’t know who moves first or why — the only thing she is completely certain of is that it feels like a moment of simple bliss — like walking barefoot through a field of wildflowers, like watching raindrops gather in the palm of your hand, like running your fingertips across the spine of your favorite book.

They break apart to catch their breath, but the intense eye contact remains for a couple of minutes, as if their gazes have become jealous of their lips, and they want to kiss as well.

“For all of our screw ups,” Clarke starts, her voice low. “It’s nice to know that we finally did something right.”

Once she’s said that, they throw their heads back in laughter, sending true happiness towards the starry sky.

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