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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 2, 2016 4:17:08 GMT
 Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy watched Jackson as he started taking out his supplies and then explaining what he was going to do. Confirming Bellamy's suspicions. The younger male didn't move to help him. Instead, he just watched him, his gaze hardly at ease realizing what Jackson was doing. Risking his life. Putting himself in harm's way to save another. Who knows what would happen with the transfusion; what would occur if their blood was mixed. They barely knew what was wrong with the damn leader. It could be more serious. And this, was just too reckless. "You're out of your damn mind," Bellamy stated bluntly, his disapproval of this plan hardly subtle.
In fact, it was abundantly clear. He took Jackson by the arm, pulling him a few steps away from where the patient was. "It's dangerous. You don't know what the hell can happen." He could make a prediction as a doctor, but it was too reckless for Bellamy's liking. "It's too risky," he added on, still hoping he could talk Jackson out of this . . . but something in his partner's gaze was making him fear otherwise. He could be just as stubborn as Bellamy, especially when it came to the readiness of putting your life in danger for another. But this was different. This was Jackson. And Bellamy could not even imagine something bad happening to him. Losing him.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 2, 2016 4:16:16 GMT
Tag: @jasper420 whatever THE HELL WE WANT Jasper didn't give a verbal response, but the way he kissed along his throat was certainly revealing to which way Jasper was leaning toward. As did the wonderful sensation of his tongue gliding along his collarbone, leaving a trail in its path. He nudged Bellamy and the older male complied, lying on his back as Jasper positioned himself on top. Jasper's tongue didn't limit itself to his collarbone. He moved further down, focusing on his nipple which caused a groan to escape him, Bellamy's hand still rested on the back of Jasper's head, his fingers weaved into his hair encouragingly.
He let out a breathy chuckle at the male's comment. "Well then best not leave either nipple neglected," he agreed, his grip tightening a little more in his locks at the incredible feeling of his teasing mouth against his sensitive nub. Generously tending to both of them so that the feeling was mutual on either side of his chest. Bellamy raised his head to watch Jasper lower himself, feeling the air touch his now exposed cock as Jasper released him of the restraints of pants. Bellamy sharply inhaled when he felt his tongue glide up his hardened cock, his chest heaving from the single gesture. Wanting more. Needing more.
His other hand joined his first, holding the back of Jasper's head. The delinquent slid his tongue over him again, over his tip that was already leaking with need. Finally, he took him in, causing Bellamy to let out a groan of pleasure, hearing Jasper's own sound making it even more of a turn on. "Oh yeah," he breathed, fighting the urge to buckle his hips up and thrust inside Jasper's mouth. Bellamy ran his tongue over his lips, enjoying the wet heat of Jasper's mouth engulfing his aching cock. "Feels so damn good," he encouraged. If Jasper hadn't done this before, well, he was doing a good job of it now. A real good job.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 2, 2016 2:58:42 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT I love you.
All else fled his mind. Ceased to exist. These words made him pause; numbed his heart before it poured over with emotion. She loved him. With everything that had happened with his sister, with Clarke, with Kane, with people who had loved -- still loved -- and those who had given up on him. Those who had left him. Nina never had. She had accepted him for all his faults. She had stayed by him even when they weren't technically together. She had . . . tolerated him. But now, hearing that she loved him, meant more than he could ever imagine. To be loved by someone.
To have them vocalize it without shame. Without judgment. Without disapproval. He didn't deserve it. His love for others was often unreciprocated. But with Nina . . . she loved him. She loved him back. Because he knew how he felt about her. There was no question in his mind about his feelings for her. Though he had never said them aloud. Perhaps it was in part because he didn't deserve love. Perhaps it was because of how everyone he loved, he failed. He lost. And the thought of ever losing Nina, was unbearable. She had rejected his reasons before, and he had still walked away. But never again.
Tonight, this moment, was as if they were exchanging vows of promise. Of a future together. Bellamy had always left it unsaid, but not anymore. He wanted her to know him. To know what was in his heart. Where words sometimes failed him, actions were revealing. And her revelation played over and over in his mind.
Each time he heard it, it made his heart swell. For the first time in a while, he felt like he was worth something. That she had truly saved his soul, brought him back to life. With Octavia's actions and Kane giving up on him . . . he felt like he had lost everything. But tonight, he had gained everything. Love. From a woman, and a growing child. Bellamy's hand went to her chin, gently tilting her head to look at him, his eyes locking onto her beautiful ones. He wanted her -- needed her -- to see the sincerity.
To know that these words were coming from his heart, soul, mind, and body. She had seen the worst of him and yet, she still loved him. How anyone could, was beyond him. But he didn't want to question it. He didn't want to reject it. Selfish of him it may be . . . but he was too dependent on her to ever leave what they had. His hand moved to her cheek, gently resting on it. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against hers for a moment because he eased out of the kiss, his eyes slowly opened though through heavy lids, glazed over with emotion. Words he had never said to any partner or anyone who wasn't a relative . . . now able to come out with more ease than he thought possible. "I love you too."
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 1, 2016 1:09:14 GMT
Tag: @jasper420 whatever THE HELL WE WANT Jasper's moan through the kiss sent a vibration which encouraged the older male to caress his tongue within Jasper's mouth. His hand gliding over him was an incredible sensation, and soon enough, Bellamy's hand fell from Jasper's as he seemed rather capable of taking matters into his own hands -- so to speak. The slow relief coming to his aching cock felt good, real good and it only made the need for more, for his relief intensify. But he could be patient. As he reminded himself, this was about moving at Jasper's pace, not his own.
When he eased out of the kiss, Bellamy opened his eyes, his tongue running over his lips as Jasper kissed along his jaw, and down his neck. He swallowed, his hand going to the back of Jasper's head in encouragement. "If you want to," his words meant to be just as encouraging if this was something Jasper wanted to do. Of course the thought was extremely tempting . . . but he wouldn't urge the younger male to do anything against his own comfort. "I'm sure as hell not going to stop you," he teased with a slight smirk. He wasn't sure if Jasper had done that before, and he didn't feel the need to ask. It wasn't exactly important since Bellamy figured he'd find out soon enough
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 31, 2016 4:45:19 GMT
Tag: @jasper420 whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy would have smirked in response, had his lips not been pressed against Jasper's. "Maybe I should let you," he teased against his mouth. Though, nothing in the younger male indicated that he felt the need to stop. That he was too spent to stop. In fact, quite the opposite. One hand ran through his hair while the other slid to the fastening of his pants, attempting to open it. Bellamy let out a slight chuckle at the struggle, yet the amusement was quickly muted by the sensation of his hand on his cock, at least, with it under the fabric.
But the area was already sensitive from his arousal. Deciding to help Jasper out, Bellamy's hands fell to his pants, brushing away Jasper's hands -- enjoying his where it was through his hair -- and opened his pants. Bellamy lips deepened the kiss, his hand taking Jasper's that he had pushed to the side for a moment, and starting to move him over his now exposed cock, helping him to stroke his hardened member.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 31, 2016 4:44:41 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Nothing had changed in terms of Bellamy's distrust for the Grounders. He still did not trust them. After only ever being betrayed by them, coming at the cost of his people . . . well, Bellamy didn't hold out much hope that there would be peace. That was part of the reason he was going with Kane. That, and the fact that Jackson was going. The protectiveness she felt over his people, especially his partner, was enough for him to go. To need to go.
Knowing that if anything happened, he would never forgive himself for being absent. For failing them. They had reached the city safely, their journey uneventful. But what happened soon after arriving at Polis, made up for that. The Trikru leader was injured and Jackson was immediately set to work. Like hell Bellamy was going to leave him alone in a room full of grounders. So he had joined him, watching everything unfold before him.
It would seem that the grounder would need blood, and unfortunately, it did not appear as if anyone was a match. That was when Bellamy looked at Jackson, who had glanced on him. There was something on his face; an expression that made Bellamy feel like he wasn't going to like where this was going. But he didn't assume. Not yet. So when Jackson stated that he needed his help, Bellamy was going to act quite directly as to what that entailed. "What can I do?" He asked, wanting to be helpful.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 30, 2016 5:38:18 GMT
Tag: @mikha whatever THE HELL WE WANT So many questions raced through his mind. How was she alive? How was she standing out here? Her expression showed equal confusion. Perhaps uncertainty. Surprise. Hallucinations did not do this. They were there to torment; not to express realistic emotions. The last round of hallucinations Bellamy had seen was the people he'd killed in the culling. They certainly were not surprised to see him. The shock numbed his actions, but he quickly regained his wits, lowering his gun so that it it was strapped around his shoulder as he slowly took a few steps toward her.
"How . . . " He wasn't even certain how to articulate the question. "How are you alive Maya?" Because everyone else was dead. His inquiry not meant to spark offense or anything other than relief that she was alive. That at least one person out of them all was alive. And Maya, of all people. The one who had saved his life, and thus, saved them all. She had risked so much for him, for his people, and her death was one of the many that heavily weighed on him. For after all she had done . . . he'd been forced to kill everyone. "When did you get the treatment?" It was an assumption of course; but the only logical one for her to be not only alive . . . but standing out in the open air as well.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 30, 2016 3:24:45 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy gave a slight chuckle at Jackson's words, any hope of a response cut off by the kiss that followed. Bellamy breathed into it, moving closer still so that their bodies were pressed together, wanting to continue to feel Jackson warmth in the aftermath of their coupling. "Nothing I can't handle," he said with a slight smirk, a playful arrogance in his voice. At least this was a fun kind of workout. The immensely enjoyable and gratifying kind.
"But seeing as I did most of the work, wondering if you could keep up," he added on in the same teasing voice, his words holding a playful challenge to them. He leaned forward again, kissing his partner's lips, unable to ever get enough of the sensation of his touch. Easing out of it for a moment, he pressed his forehead against Jackson's, his hand caressing his cheek. "I love you so much," he said, his voice low but emotionally sincere. Words he could never grow tired of hearing or saying. Words that he would never take for granted. This world was so uncertain, and with all its uncertainties . . . his love for the man next to him was not among them.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 30, 2016 2:41:56 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy could practically see the wheels turning in her head. Knowing she was trying to determine what she should do. Bellamy wanted them to be on the same page, and was prepared to keep fighting for her. For them. For this child. If it wasn't decided tonight, he would do everything within his capabilities to convince her. Because that was what family did. Especially when it came to him. And Nina was his family. This baby was their family. When she finally said that one word that held so much meaning, Bellamy felt himself relax. He felt himself able to breathe a little easier.
He felt his heart be at ease more. She said okay. And while she may still have her doubts, they had time to work on it. Bellamy leaned toward her, gently kissing her lips in a soft embrace, yet holding emotion at the same time. He relaxed against her, easing out of the kiss while wrapping an arm around her to hold her close. "Thank you," he told her sincerely, knowing that she wasn't just doing it for herself or the baby, but for him as well.
"You're gonna be a great mom," he told her, with a soft smile. That much he was confident of. He knew her well enough to know that. "This baby is a part of both of us," he added on. "And I'm honored, to be a part of both of your lives." Because he would never take that for granted, nor dismiss it. He had done horrific things, been responsible for so much death . . . yes this tiem, for once, he was responsible for creating a life. And Nina had made that possible.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 30, 2016 2:07:20 GMT
Tag: @mikha whatever THE HELL WE WANT Things had been in a haze for Bellamy. Ever since the events at Mount Weather, he felt whatever left of his soul after the culling . . . tarnished. Blackened. Clarke had left and that in itself was painful enough. Of all the times she asked him to stay and he did . . . the one time he asked her to stay, and she didn't. Left to deal with this alone. The genocide they had committed. Killing people that had trusted him, that he had interacted with. And he couldn't regret it. He hated that it came to it but regretting it meant that he wished his people dead. After Clarke's departure, everything caught up to him; the adrenaline wearing off and left only was the lack of food, drink and rest . . . along with the decontamination and harvesting process.
He was forced to medical but didn't stay the night. Apparently, medical supplies were in dire need to help those who had been injured during their imprisonment in Mount Weather. It was too soon to go back, but Bellamy couldn't send them off by themselves. He felt the need to go wtih them; to protect them. There was still the threat of reapers and grounders. He didn't just wipe out an entire civilization only to fail to protect his people now. So first thing in the morning, they were off. Bellamy hadn't even adjusted to everything else, still feeling numbed by it all. When they arrived, Bellamy instructed them to be quick. In and out. Grab what they needed while he surveyed the area.
Do a quick patrol. A figure in the distance caused him to immediately aim his weapon toward the person. "Don't move," he demanded, as he stepped closer. It didn't seem like a Reaper, nor were they dressed as a Grounder. As he got closer, his gun still aimed at her, he suddenly froze in his footsteps. His expression and tone revealing of the shock seeing who it was. "Oh my god," he breathed, looking out from the scope of his rifle's lens to make sure he wasn't seeing things. "Maya?" He questioned. Had it finally happened? Had the images that haunted his mind now turned into hallucinations? Or was she real?
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 29, 2016 22:59:48 GMT
Tag: @jaga whatever THE HELL WE WANT The noises she made were glorious, echoing in the enclosed area, fueling his own actions and sounds of enjoyment. The roughness of his entire act was something unfamiliar. But in his state of mind, also desired. It felt incredible. She spoke again in her language, but he didn't care. He was far too consumed with everything else that was racing through him right now. He finally released her skin from his teeth, burying his face in the crook of her neck as his chest heaved, sweat forming on him from the amount of vigor. His hand tightly gripped her hooked leg, allowing him to shove deeper inside of her.
He let out strained groans, sharp intakes of breath with each bite and especially with her hand hitting him before squeezing him. It was, stimulating. And made him push harder and harder with a newfound strength inside of her heat. He didn't even care that he was pounding her against the roughness of the wall. Hell, part of him wanted to tell her to go harder herself.
She grabbed his hand, directing it to her folds, demanding that he put his hand to good use. He didn't waste a moment. He pressed his finger inside of her, pushing hard on her clit and applying more pressure rather than just tentatively caressing or gently touching it. He groaned with need, louder than he usually did considering the heightened state of well, everything. He bit at her earlobe, his thrusts growing more powerful with each one that passed and his finger pressing harder inside of her. "That the best you can do?" He questioned, challenged perhaps, in a low voice.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 29, 2016 22:28:35 GMT
Tag: @jasper420 whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy watched Jasper, a small smirk playing on the older male's features. He half thought that Jasper had passed out. Wasn't uncommon of course. Especially since he had never been pleasured this way. Hell, he didn't even know if Jasper had an orgasm before. But it dind't matter now whether it was his first or not. What mattered, was that he had experienced it. Bellamy just watched for a few more moments, before he started to move a little, urging him to come here.
Bellamy almost wanted to tease him and demand the same, as he looked rather spent. But he decided to be less rebellious and comply. He moved up to align himself with Jasper, his body over him but not pressing his weight down on him. Bellamy kissed him, allowing Jasper to taste his own release on his lips. He deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring the delinquent's mouth, drinking in his taste. Easing out of it, he looked down at Jasper, tilting his head to the side a little. "Let me know if you're gonna pass out here," he said teasingly, his hand running down the younger male's side as it rested on his waist.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 29, 2016 22:28:15 GMT
Tag: @jasper420 whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy meant his words, but also knew that Jasper was right. It didn't change anything. Maya was still dead. Lincoln was still dead. Gena was still dead. They all were. No matter how willing Bellamy was to switch places with them . . . he couldn't. He had an undeserved life. He remained silent when Jasper spoke of how they would all be dead if it wasn't for sure. Words filled with the utmost truth. Bellamy had even told Clarke as such. He wanted her to know that; that Maya had saved them all. Her death, wasn't even a sacrifice. They had worked to save her to, taking her down the chute so that she could breathe.
She hadn't willingly given her life for them, despite the risks she took. No. Bellamy had pulled that lever and killed her. Murdered the unsuspecting savior. "She saved me from the harvest chamber." Bellamy hadn't told anyone what happened to him in Mount Weather. Except for when it was absolutely necessary -- perhaps only when he was receiving medical treatment following the return to what was Camp Jaha at the time. It hadn't been important what happened to him inside.
Getting harvested had not been part of the plan, and Maya had been the one to save him. It didn't know if it would make things easier or worse but Bellamy felt compelled to tell Jasper. "She was willing to kill the guard, to save me." Bellamy had told her not to shoot because they would have heard the gun shot. But the determination in her indicated that she would have done it. To save him. To save them all. "I knew who she was right away." She had known he was an Arker, and he had known she was Maya. An almost immediate trust developed between them. One that grew. And one that Bellamy had betrayed.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 29, 2016 22:28:02 GMT
 Tag: @severitysoftly forgiveness IS HARD FOR US Bellamy silently listened to Jackson return the statement with a question. Fear. Fear of opening up. But there was a difference. There were still those who cared about Jackson. Still those who respected him. Who could safely and easily call him friend. Bellamy knew that he was damned if he did, damned if he didn't. His inaction just as likely to push people away as his action. He was aware that him not opening up . . . well, would result in what Jackson told him now. He didn't dispute it; he couldn't. But the people that he had opened up to; the people who had allowed himself to be emotionally vulnerable with . . . were either dead, or hated him.
"It's not like that," he said in a low voice, wanting to somehow express that Jackson meant more to him than just a hook up. Than just the physical. Bellamy wasn't exactly in the habit of returning to the same people. Of allowing them to see him at his worst. Jackson had been one of the few who was the exception to that. But . . . the younger male knew his words were justified. Which only increased his self loathing and guilt for the treatment of the man. It was easier to hate Bellamy than to love him. Maybe it was just easier to let Jackson go. To give him more reason to hate him. No benefit of the doubt, no explanation of his side of things.
Clarke hadn't wanted to hear it. Octavia didn't want to hear it. Kane didn't want to hear it. With Pike dead, Bellamy was the most convenient scapegoat. The one deserving of the blame and hatred. Of death. This search for hope wasn't to save his own life; it was the only redemption he had left to offer. So perhaps this was for the best. He should just stand here silently, let Jackson see him for the cruel monster that he was. And yet . . . it felt impossible. Losing almost everyone, trying desperately to hold onto the few that he hadn't lost. "People close to me get hurt," he began, sniffing a little though no tears fell. He ran his tongue over his lips, moistening them as his throat suddenly felt achingly dry.
"The more I try, the harder I fail. And . . . I'm tired too. Of losing people. Of trying to fight when nothing good comes of it. Trying to protect others but being repsonsible for their deaths." He couldn't do it anymore. Yet he found himself in that position. He wasn't even sure he had a choice anymore. If he didn't live for the others, then he had no purpose to his life. "They've given up on me, Jackson." Words not said to evoke sympathy from his friend. But rather, to explain. He doubted the tension between he and his sister wasn't obvious. The tension with him and Clarke. The tension with him and Kane. Reltionships that meant the world to him, but nothing to them.
Not anymore. He wasn't sure he even wanted to be saved. If given the option . . . he wasn't sure if he would take it. But saying that now, would hardly be good morale for a leader to express to a member in the faction. "We've all done things, I know. But . . . " He swallowed, the threat of tears re-emerging. "I've lost them. And I have no one to blame but myself." The fact that he was now afraid of his sister. That a man he had seen as a father saw him as an enemy. And Clarke . . . well, he was only useful to her when it suited the needs of the others. Which, was fair he supposed. But he hadn't forgiven her. And couldn't. Just like the others couldn't forgive him.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 29, 2016 22:27:52 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy heavily exhaled in pleasure when Jackson didn't waste a moment. He moistened his hand and Bellamy felt the wetness of it stroke over him. Thank god his partner was less interested in playful revenge, and more about complying with his plea. Because right now, Bellamy doubted he could endure the alternative. "Oh yeah," he breathed with intense pleasure. He felt Jackson's hand on his hip, followed by his thrusts. Bellamy's own movements eased, allowing his lover to continue the pace, giving himself a bit of a break, and his body was consumed with the need for release.
The sounds falling from Jackson thickened his arousal, his own desire to push him to that state of euphoric bliss. So Bellamy couldn't remain entirely idle. He met each thrusts of Jackson's, his hands moving to Jackson's legs to grip them behind him. He fell the hot splash of his come fill him, causing Bellamy's head to fall back and a groan of ecstasy to escape him as he too came onto Jackson. Their release in sync made everything feel more amazing; more powerful. Jackson's words having coaxed it from him mere seconds after his inside was filled with his partner's release.
Bellamy's chest heaved, falling and rising; his forehead a little damp from the vigor of their actions. His whole body felt limp, as the haze of it all made everything spin in the most incredible way possible. He collapsed onto the bed, lying next to Jackson with his eyes closed for a moment, instantly missing the warmth of Jackson's cock inside of him. He turned his head to look at the man he loved, eyes heavily lidded with all he made him feel. "God, you are amazing," he said with a breathy chuckle, leaning toward him to capture his lips, his hand on his cheek to turn his head toward him.
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