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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 19, 2016 23:31:12 GMT
 Tag: @harpermcintyre whatever THE HELL WE WANT She said it was his hair. He was inclined to agree. Amidst each gentle tug of it, Bellamy occasionally made different bell noises, but he was growing distracted by the sensation of it, even letting out a small hum as Harper's skillful hands worked each long. Damn, she had good hands. Real good hands. He wanted to keep her hands like this forever. When she said something, it took him a few extra moments to process them, and thus, be able to respond.
"Glad you agree," he said with a smirk. "Papa Bellair sounds better than Daddy Bellair," he uselessly pointed out. "Just like Mama bear sounds better than mother bear." He wasn't sure where he was going with this, nor did he even consider it. He felt the immediate loss when she lowered her hand from his hair, but then she referred to herself as Harpilocks. The term made Bellamy laugh, his hand smacking the bar table with his palm out of the sheer amusement of her title.
"Harpilocks! That's perfect! You make such a beautiful Harpilocks." He couldn't remember the last time he had laughed this hard. And it felt pretty damn good. "So now we just need a Mama Bear and a Baby Bear," he said when the laughter finally subsided, a pensive tone in his voice as it met his expression too. His eyes scanning around the crowd before resting on Harper, silently deciding that no one in here would fit the role. Not that he had any idea what that role was. "My bed is too hard." Going with the story, and an underlying tone of suggestiveness in his words, as another chuckle erupted from him.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 19, 2016 23:18:26 GMT
Tag: @bryanbryanbryan whatever THE HELL WE WANT He didn't know. Bryan hadn't found out about Bellamy's attempt at assassinating the once Chancellor and now . . . the words had come out without an explanation. With so much ease, as that had not been the part he was focused on. Something Bellamy instantly regretted. There would have certainly been a better way, a more delicate way to phrase that. He looked at Bryan, noticing the way averted his gaze, as if trying to process this new piece of information.
It was just the beginning, and Bellamy knew that. For there was still the culling, and the genocide at Mount Weather. Maybe Bryan would look at him like the monster that he truly was; Bellamy didn't deserve anything different. "Shumway approached me with a deal," he began to say, forcing the words out, trying to hide the shame. Though . . . he knew, he didn't regret it. How could he? If it came down to his sister or someone else, he would always pick his sister. Clearly. He had picked her over the man he loved. But that make it hurt less.
"He told me about the dropship filled with 100 of the juvenile delinquents being sent to Earth. And that there was a spot for me on it . . . if I shot Chancellor Jaha." Bellamy had tried to justify it, blaming Jaha for his mother's death, for so many people's deaths. Trying to convince himself that Jaha deserved to die for what he'd done. But that justification, that attempt to make it about justice . . . was not fulfilling. He knew he had done something that he could never go back on. That there was a big difference between justice and revenge. And the latter had been the reason Bellamy had initially pointed that gun at Shumway. "And I did it," he finished, slightly tilting his chin up, as he looked directly at Bryan, not even certain what expression was behind his gaze.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 19, 2016 23:11:25 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy's gaze was intently fixated on his partner, watching him in each motion over him, the rise and fall, sinking over his cock so that he could delve deeper inside of him. Bellamy met each movement with his own continued upward thrusts, his hands remaining in sync with his stroking and massaging. His words only fueling the desire and pleasure of the moment, causing Bellamy to briefly close his eyes, not wanting to miss too much of watching Jackson. So he quickly reopened them, to respond.
"Forever," he moaned, his the hand on his sac sliding to Jackson's back for as high as he could reach from this angle, while his other hand kept stroking him. "I like the sound of that." Not the first time such a statement had been used. But he felt the need to reinforce his commitment to Jackson. That despite whatever had happened, he was not going anywhere.
Bellamy started to hasten the pace a little, more and more need driven for that release that he hadn't been able to experience for over a month. "I need you too," he said, an underlying tone of desperation in his voice. "Been too long," he breathed out, not even over thinking what was saying but rather, just letting the words thoughtlessly pour out in between each groan and sound of pleasure, as his thrusts became stronger and more purposeful.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 19, 2016 23:05:05 GMT
my people MY RESPONSIBILITY Bellamy slightly raised an eyebrow with intrigue when Isaiah suggested that he could tell him later all. Bellamy wondered if he meant it the way he was taking it. Either way, he decided to tease the comment with his playful response. "You inviting me to listen ot you sing in the shower?" He asked, a clear underlying tone of suggestiveness and what that could mean. While the younger male's words were not overly confident, Bellamy had to appreciate the fact that he had said them; the offer.
Whether they were meant as Bellamy playfully responded to or not. The guardsman then chuckled a little when Isaiah questioned if he had a secret talent. "Maybe I do," he teased. The only thing he could think of was his interest in playing piano at a young age. Dante had helped him with that. "But you'll only know for sure after I hear you sing," he added on i the same playful tone of voice. The ease in which this conversation was carrying on was rather refreshing. Allowing Bellamy to thoroughly and genuinely enjoy it. His next question brought up one very specific answer.
Bellamy had snuck into the pod when his father had come down to Earth. He wasn't supposed to be in there, but he had been. To protect his mother and sister. But, he doubted getting into that story was a good idea right now. Wasn't exactly first date material . . . if this was in fact a first date. "Plenty of times," Bellamy finally answered, refusing to let the smile on his lips waver, taking another sip of his drink to distract his thoughts of what brought him to Earth. The inevitably missing of his family and wondering if they were alright.
"Mostly when I was a kid. I tended to sneak into different restricted areas. This place was so damn huge to me." He'd been six and having come from the Ark -- the less privileged side of it -- well, Mount Weather was a whole new world. "So what do you like to do when you're not working?" Bellamy asked, curious to find out more about this man . . . wanting to get to know his likes, dislikes, interests, etc . . . and who knows, maybe it would come in handy in the future.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 18, 2016 22:12:08 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT He wanted to watch him to; watch his eyes. Eyes that once had been robbed of life, only to be returned since being with Jackson. Eyes that had once filled with heartbreak and tears, only to find a new meaning for it to beat. Jackson had saved his life, not just as a doctor, but as a man. As a partner. As a lover. As so many things that left Bellamy knowing, he would not have survived the previous losses in his life, with the man he loved. Bellamy felt the loss of him, though for a good reason as he put on the light. He was now able to see Jackson better, soak in the man's beauty that radiated inside and out of him.
Bellamy swallowed, groaning when Jackson stroked him, before shifting on top of him . . . and sunk down. The feeling of being inside of him caused a louder groan of intense pleasure, as Bellamy sharply inhaled from the consuming sensation. Bellamy's hands went to Jackson's center, one gripping his cock to stroke it, the other massaging the sac of skin underneath.
The way Jackson rolled over him, allowing him to shift inside his warmth . . . caused Bellamy to arch his back a little, his eyes looking from where their bodies were now joined, to the movements of his hands, to lifting to Jackson's face. "Yes," he breathed, pushing his hips up to thrust deeper inside of him. "God, you feel amazing," he panted. It had been so long, and with everything that had happened since . . . everything was more heightened. Bellamy thrust up again, and again, grunts of desire and pleasure escaping him with each movement, as he continued to stroke Jackson and squeeze him in the palm of his other hand.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 18, 2016 21:57:21 GMT
Tag: @bryanbryanbryan whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy could feel the shift in Bryan with his revelation, before seeing it on his face as he drew his head back. He hated being the reason that he had hurt Bryan. He loved him, so much. And the fact that he was causing him to feel what he saw evident on his features . . . made his heart ache. He asked him why, why he would do that. And, it was a perfectly legitimate question. One that Bellamy was ashamed of, for it was due to completely selfish reasons. Bellamy paused, the distance between them now so painful to bare, both the emotional and physical distance.
He had hurt him, but he had to explain himself . . . even if his words would just hurt him more. Something Bellamy forever hated himself for doing. "I thought I killed the Chancellor," Bellamy began to explain. He had shot Jaha, and thought he was dead . . . until Raven told him otherwise. "I knew the Ark wouldn't pardon my crime. They'd kill me for it." Execute him no doubt.
"So I . . . " He paused, his expression holding the pain of making such admittances to him. "Wanted them to think it wasn't safe to follow. At least to buy myself some time." Though that was hardly any justification. He couldn't justify his actions. They had been selfish, with only himself in mind. One of the few times he had acted in his own interests and look and what had happened. He'd been responsible for the death of over 300 people.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 18, 2016 18:04:44 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Raven asked Abby if they could have a moment alone, which was of course entirely understandable. Bellamy gave a slight nod to Abby as she left the area, before his eyes fell to Raven. Her words, the panic in her features . . . and the grip she had on his hand, was all indication of the fact that she was scared. He knew that was perfectly normal of course, but he also wanted to do and say everything he could to help put her mind at ease.
He couldn't offer to carry them for her, or push them out for her. He wished he could take on all the pain and fear she was experiencing, lift the burden of them from her shoulders. If he was entirely honest . . . he too was scared. Terrified. The thought of having children, after he'd killed so many. He didn't deserve it. But right now, Raven's doubts didn't need to be met with his own. He let her finish, before keeping his gaze locked onto her. His hand not being held by her own went to her chin, gently tilting it up so that she looked at him.
"Hey," he began to say, trying to think of what to say to help put her mind at ease. Whatever words came out, he fully intended to speak them from the heart. "You Raven Reyes, are one of the strongest people I know." There was no doubt about that. He knew it, even when they butt heads early on. "You've been through hell," he acknowledged. She had gone through getting tortured, cut, drilled, shot, physical and psychological trauma from her permanent injury, and losing loved ones. "But you know what, this time, this fear you have, it's a good kind." If she wasn't afraid, Bellamy would be worried. His hand that had been on her chin, gently continued to brush away her tears.
"Whatever pain you might go through, whatever fear . . . will result in two beautiful children. And when you bring them into this world, nothing else will matter." There was something good at the end of this, unlike all the other times. "You deserve to love and be loved." He knew that she was already loved by others, but this was of a different kind. "And when you hold these two babies in your arms, you'll see. That they will love you, unconditionally. Just like you will them. That you would have created life. That you will have more reason than any before to live, and fight, and be strong . . . for them." Bellamy could only relate the experience to when his mother had Octavia. Of how determined he had been in that moment to protect her.
His hand began to stroke her forehead, offering a small smile. "You're not terrible. You're human. And fear is apart of that." A part of being human. A reminder that they were alive. "You've never given up before. On anything or anyone. Never doubt your strength or capabilities. I've seen you do the impossible. And you're damn arrogant for it most of the time," a slight tease, to attempt to help put her mind at ease. "Besides, you aren't in this alone." He was here, for her, with her.
Whatever happened, he wouldn't abandon her to do this on her own. As if to solidify that -- and perhaps without even over thinking it -- he raised her hand that had been joined with his and lightly kissed the back of her hand. "We're in this, together," he finished, looking at her with a soft but determined look. "What do you say?" He asked, wondering where her mind was at right now. What she would want to do. He couldn't force her to feel a certain way, but he could try to be there as a support . . . and was glad that she was letting him do so.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 18, 2016 18:04:31 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy couldn't suppress the small chuckle at her reaction, his own breathing heavy from the ache that was coursing through him. Worth it, to further build the intensity of what would eventually be her orgasm. And probably his too. The slight roughness in the way she grabbed his cheek, the way she crushed her lips against his, and bit into his lip . . . adding a thrill to their relations. One that he found most arousing.
It was finished with her telling him not to stop, demanding for him not to. That look in her eyes, an almost feral expression and demeanour taking over. That, was what he wanted. For her to unleash herself, without any restraint. It was what he wanted for all the delinquents; to embrace their inner strength. Though right now . . . it was clearly with the intention of other purposes. He looked at her, his tongue running over his lips in sheer desire.
"Not bad," he continued to tease her, in reference to having formerly taunted Rylee with questioning whether that was her best. He didn't feel he often deserved the praise given to him . . . and in this moment, she certainly felt more like the amazing one. With those words, he thrust into her, a breathy grunt escaping him as he squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, his chest already heaving from the vigor of what he had been doing . . . and he hadn't even pushed them over the edge yet.
His head fell against the crook of her neck, the muscles of his cheeks on his behind clenching as he thrust inside of her. This time, more purposefully, need driven rather than with the intention to pull out. His teeth teased the skin of her neck, trailing his mouth up a little as he kissed along her jaw, muffling the sounds of pleasure that inevitably escaped him. He was already close to his release, but had every intention of making sure Rylee hit that peak of euphoria . . . maybe even more than once.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 18, 2016 18:04:19 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy felt hurt, more than angry about what he saw before him. He had opened up to Nina, about what having a child meant. To him. What it could mean to both of them. And here she was, seemingly ignoring all the pleas and heartfelt emotional words he had shared with her. When would he learn, that opening up to others in such a way . . . making himself emotionally vulnerable, only resulted in the harsh dismissal of it. The unwillingness to give him any peace of mind. Clarke had done it. And he felt his heart ache at seeing Nina, here now, training and apparently ignoring all that he had asked her to do. To take care of herself.
To take care of the baby. Her answer to his question felt like a punch in the gut, strengthening the hurt he felt in this moment. He just looked at her, wondering how she couldn't see it. Then again, maybe she did and just didn't care. He swallowed, clenching his jaw as he tried to keep his emotions in check. He needed to rethink things, because he couldn't be around her all the time. He couldn't keep begging her to take care of herself and their baby.
He couldn't keep pleading with people, only to have them reject each plea. And he wondered if they ever knew . . . knew how much it hurt. Because if anything were to happen to that child, he would inevitably blame himself. "We need to talk," he said, still attempting to mask his emotions, his words coming out bluntly. He couldn't be around her 24/7 . . . and he found that seeing what she was doing now, was making it difficult to trust her that she would look after herself and their unborn child.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 18, 2016 18:04:06 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Jackson told him that he wasn't hurting . . . and Bellamy knew all too well that that wasn't true. He was hurting. He could see it in his eyes. Feel it from him. So much pain, so much hurt. How could Bellamy idly stand by and allow him to feel this, when he knew there was a solution. He too had often told others that he was ok when asked . . . he knew what it felt like. And it was why he was not going to so easily give up on the man. He cared too much about him to do that.
When Jackson pulled out of him, Bellamy's body followed his guidance, until they were facing each other. Bellamy's hand reached out to casually rest on Jackson's cheek, caressing the skin with his thumb. "You can do that . . . by not letting yourself succumb to this world of darkness." He paused, his smile widening a little, though it remained soft; the emotion touching every one of his facial features. "Embrace the light," he continued. Leaning forward, he touched Jackson's lips again briefly in a light kiss before finishing his thought. "The City of Light."
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 18, 2016 18:03:54 GMT
my people MY RESPONSIBILITY Bellamy quite enjoyed Isaiah's laugh. The melodic joviality of it a wonderful and welcoming change from their previous interactions. It made Bellamy feel relieved, that could draw this kind of humor from Isaiah, rather than just emotional tears. It also made Bellamy smile in return, rather compelled to continue to make Isaiah feel that way. Happy. Lighthearted. Smiling. Amused. Why, Bellamy wasn't entirely sure. He just knew that he did. "You never know," Bellamy said with a continued smile on his lips.
"You could be a singer, just waiting to be discovered." He was of course teasing, though the words held a potential truth, as Bellamy had never heard Isaiah sing before. The mental image of him doing it in the shower . . . well, with that mental image, it wasn't exactly the singing part that Bellamy would be more focused on. The touch of his hand on his arm, the younger male leaning a little more toward him . . . there was something strangely comforting about it. Bellamy had to resist the urge to lean forward as well, knowing if he did so too much, it would result in closing the space and making contact.
"No," he answered simply, not even having realized himself, that his hand was now casually rested on Isaiah's knee when he had leaned forward. "Just here to watch for today." That line was better than any cheesy comment like I only give private shows or something telling of where this could potentially lead to. Bellamy wasn't exactly one to overly engage in such obvious flirtations. Not verbally anyway. When Isaiah's hand dropped from his arm, his hand moving from Isaiah's knees in the moments that followed. He felt the instant loss of contact, and had to shield any disappointment from crossing his features.
Fortunately, his story created a diversion where Bellamy didn't want to dwell in that lacking contact for too long. "Guess we all went through that phase," Bellamy said with a small chuckle. "Things seem more interesting when age or anything else restrict you from getting in." The thrill of the unknown, of the forbidden. "Least you got in," he said still smiling. "Don't tell anyone I said that," he added in jokingly, considering he was in the guard and wasn't exactly supposed to be condoning those who were underage to sneak into an environment they were not permitted to be in .
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 18, 2016 18:03:16 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT When Fox say up to hug him, Bellamy immediately returned the embrace, moving his arm to wrap around her from the waist. The familiarity of the embrace something he wouldn't take for granted. The last time they had hugged was after she'd been taken to be drilled. This time however . . . she was safe. Or safer than she was anywhere else. Relief continuing to sweep over him that she had survived and been found. "You're welcome," he said in a low voice, easily heard due to their close proximity.
The hug was brought to an end when the medical staff came to encourage her to get some rest. It was a good idea. She would need it. Though the woman seemed to be looking to him as if he had any sort of medical expertise. "You should get some rest Fox," he encouraged. "I don't think you'll need medicine to get it."
They had to save their resources. And that definitely included whatever medicines they had. "I'll come by tomorrow to check on you." Because he didn't want to disturb her before then. "And can stay here until you fall asleep if you want," he offered, wanting to give her some comfort . . . even though he wasn't even sure his presence had that ability. He had killed so many. And yet, it was all he had to offer. His life was the only thing he could give to the others.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 18, 2016 18:03:06 GMT
Tag: @bryanbryanbryan whatever THE HELL WE WANT As Bellamy pulled off the layers of Bryan's clothing, he was taking notice of the change in his body. Once his upper body was fully revealed, Bellamy's hands ran over him, starting from his shoulders, down his upper arms, feeling more than seeing the developed muscles there. Something unfamiliar compared to the Ark. And a clear sign of the labor and required build in physicality that the ground required of them. Bellamy wasn't complaining though. It had not been Bryan's body that initially attracted him, but his heart. His soul. His mind. Everything about him Bellamy found to be utterly incredible and desirable.
Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't appreciate and praise his body now. Just as he did all other things about the man before him. When his own shirt was off, Bellamy breathed heavily at the feeling of Bryan's hands roaming over him. A touch that he had wanted for so long. His lips went to Bryan's neck, kissing down along it to his shoulders and upper arm muscles that he had just recently been touching. With the height different, he had to tilt his head a little more down but damn, was it worth it. Bellamy's hands were already working on unfastening Bryan's pants so that he could touch him, as Bryan led them back to the bed.
Once they were close enough, Bellamy just wanted to push him onto it and finish undoing his clothing, before undoing him. But Bryan's next spoken words caused him to pause. To freeze. All motions ceased for a moment. "I love you." Hearing him say it warmed Bellamy's heart, made it swell with emotion . . . amidst that, was the heavy burden of guilt. The realization of how he had consciously hurt him. And thus, the fact that he couldn't do this. Not yet. Not until Bryan knew. Bellamy pressed his forehead against the side of Bryan's head, his hands falling from where he had opened his partner's pants. He knew now more than ever how utterly undeserving he was of Bryan's love. And how much he screwed up. Something that he would have to own up to.
"I destroyed any communications with the Ark when we came to the ground." The words came out in a low voice, but audible. Blurted, as Bellamy had not overly thought how to broach the subject. He drew his head back, looking intently into Bryan's eyes, raising his hand to brush back the younger male's hair from his forehead, just needing some sort of contact. Selfishly indulging. "I love you," because he needed Bryan to know that. He needed him to know that he was sincere in his words. That he loved him emphatically. He leaned forward, his lips barley touching Bryan's, his forehead resting against his. "I'm sorry," he breathed, lightly kissing him, this time, the apology holding a whole other weight.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 18, 2016 18:02:49 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Jackson's answer to the question caused Bellamy to moan through the hungry kiss, his hand gripping his cock a little tighter, his lips pressing harder, and his hands firmly holding a handful of his locks. The thought of it made Bellamy harder, as did Jackson's tongue, working its way along his jawline. Bellamy titled his head to the side a bit to give him better access, closing his eyes as he basked in the glorious sensation of his touch. "So do it," he breathed, slowly opening his eyes and looking at him through heavy lids. Because like hell if Bellamy didn't want that as well.
"Don't change your plan," he further teased, his lips dragging along Jackson's cheek until they reached his ear, pressing them against it. "Because I want to watch you," he said directly in it, before sucking and nipping at his earlobe. Bellamy wanted to watch Jackson's face twist with pleasure and need; he wanted to see his beautiful partner work over him, and see the way his face transformed when both he and Bellamy came. "Please," he mumbled, nipping at the edge of his ear a little before soothing it over with his tongue.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 18, 2016 15:32:11 GMT
@bryanbryanbryan Sorry about the wait!! I hope these are ok / what you had in mind!!
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