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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 29, 2016 6:01:08 GMT
 Tag: @jasper420 whatever THE HELL WE WANT The sounds of pleasure from Jasper were glorious. His loud moan intensifying the entire experience and while Bellamy wasnt focused on his own needs right now, that didnr mean he wasnt enjoying or aroused by his current actions. And how Jasper was reacting to them. The fact that he had never had this done to him before made Bellamy especially want to make it as pleasurable as he could. Slow, so that he could feel the building release. He continued to suck him, bobbing his heas and using all parts of his mouth to tend to his cock.
Soon enough, the inevitable came as Bellamy felt the warm splash of Jaspers release shoot into his mouth. Bellamy drank it all in, swallowing it down his throar, his hand still toying with his sac while his other caressed his thigh. When the liquid came to a stop, Bellamy continued to suck him a few more times, before slowly withdrawing. His tongue glided along the side of his member, moving along the tip to wipe away and swallow any of the remainder of the liquid. When Bellamy was done, he sat up,n his eyes going to Jasper to see what expression was on his face, and determine just how spent he was.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 29, 2016 4:12:54 GMT
Tag: @harpermcintyre whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy offered the smallest hint of a smile, perhaps with the same feigned sincerity as Harper's first one. "No," he told her truthfully. She had not asked him to do this, but it was something he felt he had to do. Something that he wanted to do. His responsibility to the others was not over. Especially to the 100. Despite Kane's words of not being in control anymore, or him handling everything from here . . . Bellamy couldn't and would never be able to accept that. Fortunately, he wouldn't need to considering the older male's shift in perspective and opinion of him. They were beyond any sort of control and rebellion. Left only was the unity under one common goal: to protect their people. "I decided to do this all on my own," he said almost teasingly, in attempt to lighten the mood. To offer some conversation. To keep himself from getting too deep into his own head.
There was plenty of time for that later. But right now . . . he just wanted to focus on getting Harper settled. He watched her as she moved from the bed, prepared to assist her if need be but she seemed to be moving pretty well herself. And he wasn't one who ever coddled the others. They were all strong on their own. Realizing their potential. "Your stuff is already in your room," what few personal belongings she had. "Along with a fresh set of clothes," he added on, knowing that a change of clothes wasn't something they had the luxury of at the dropship. Their attire had been extremely limited. "Ready when you are," he added, wanting to move at her own pace since she was still recovering.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 29, 2016 4:12:32 GMT
Tag: @harpermcintyre whatever THE HELL WE WANT I'm pregnant.
These were the only words Bellamy could focus on. All else froze in his mind. Every other thought and emotion drowning, left only with this single revelation that numbed him. But that didn't last for long. For just as quickly as everything was numbed . . . the emotions came rushing back to him. She was pregnant. And Bellamy knew from her expression, her demeanour, the way she was acting around him . . . it wasn't difficult to determine why. It was because he was the father.
That had to be the case. Otherwise, why tell him? Why act like this around him? It was more than just the tension that had existed between them. It made sense as to why now. Bellamy didn't even know how to react. He had killed so many fathers, so many children . . . what gave him the right to his own? Yet that by no means meant that it was unwanted. Family was everything to Bellamy Blake. His sister had been the center of his universe for so long. His sole priority. He had failed her, just like he had failed his mother. Perhaps it was a curse . . . yet a child, was a blessing.
The thought then occurred to him, of whether Harper even wanted his involvement in this child's life. He couldn't blame her if she didn't. He was a monster. The others had seen that, inaction suggesting their agreement and approval of his treatment. Harper was among them. So perhaps, she wouldn't even want him a part of this child's life. The thought made his heart ache, but at the same time . . . he knew he couldn't force himself on her, or their child. She could find someone better, and yet, even just having found this out a few seconds ago, Bellamy already felt a love for this unborn child. One that was still growing in her womb. One that barley was visible in terms of her stomach's growth. His eyes inevitably falling to her stomach as if to see for himself.
He swallowed, jaw clenched with emotion, trying to keep himself composed. His eyes felt moist, but no tears spilled. His fragile state of mind and heart, now put into overdrive. So he could only ask one thing. Braving one question as he looked into her eyes. "Is it mine?" He knew it was. But there was an underlying reason to his question, made clear by the way he looked at her, the way he asked his question. He made it obvious that he knew the answer -- obviously not wanting to offend her. But his reason for asking was deeper; for it pertained to her personal preference. Would she allow him to be in the child's life.
He was giving her an out, right here, right now. If she said no, then he would live with the knowledge that he was too worthless to be a father. That the child would never know their true other parent. Maybe it was for the best . . . yet it would hurt. But if she said yes . . . then Bellamy knew that he would love this child more than life itself. That this child, would be his heart and soul. And would be a reason for living, a reason for enduring . . . a reason for loving. The power was in Harper's hands, and all Bellamy could do was stand here, and wait for her to answer. Wait for her to determine his fate of heartbreak or a renewed sense of life.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 29, 2016 3:50:37 GMT
Tag: @jasper420 whatever THE HELL WE WANT Jasper's words of Bellamy not giving up on him, meant more to the older male than he could express. While he didn't do what he did for reciprocity, he knew the others didn't share the same sentiment as Jasper did. Despite Bellamy's attempts to show his loyalty to those he cared about . . . to show that he would fight to protect them, to show that he would never give up on them . . . they had given up on him. Kane, his sister, those who watched. All except Jasper it seemed. And while Bellamy once again was faced with the harsh truth that he didn't deserve it, he couldn't help but feel the emotion that went along with his words. It was almost enough to bring another tear to his eyes, but he somehow managed to restrain himself. At least for now.
He swallowed, clenching his jaw when Jasper spoke of Maya; of how he had been the only one to respect her. Clarke had told Bellamy about Maya, which was why he knew who she was the moment she saved his life. But, she hadn't sounded like a big fan of her. That, was something Bellamy couldn't understand, nor something he was in a position to question. He knew that speaking of her could backfire right now, it could trigger Jasper's anger. But . . . he also wanted Jasper to know just how much he valued the woman. And how much it killed him to do what he did, having gotten to know her. Having known all she did for them; all the others had done too. And also died for it. That, was something that Clarke nor Monty understood.
In a way, Bellamy was relieved that they too didn't have to suffer the pain of earning the trust of the others, of interacting with the children . . . and then killing them. It was a burden that he bore. He slightly leaned his head toward Jasper's that was now comfortably on his shoulder. "She was an amazing woman," Bellamy stated, his voice low but thick with sincerity. "A natural born revolutionary." He wished he could bring her back. He'd give his life in an instant, in exchange for hers, and the other innocents in Mount Weather to have lived. Just like he wished he could exchange places with Lincoln; if only to see his sister smile. "If I could switch places with her . . . I would." He would have given his life for her, for the others, if he could. Because they deserved to live far more than he did.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 29, 2016 3:36:41 GMT
Tag: @jaga whatever THE HELL WE WANT Her nails raking over his back felt so good. This entire experience in such a heightened state of passion, prompted by nothing more than the tension that already existed between them along with their current state of bellerium. Rationality and coherence was long gone. All that seemed to matter right now was that he get inside of her. That he touch her, and she him. That they embrace the very natural act of sex . . . and screw every other existing factor in the world that would eventually tell them how wrong this was. Her reaction to his teeth sinking into it further encouraged him, but the priority quickly shifted when she unfastened his pants.
She spoke in Trigedasleng again but this time, it wasn't as annoying as before. He didn't mind it as much. Maybe it was the way she said it, the tone of it . . . or maybe he was just beyond caring considering what they were doing. Her English words however was something that sent another thrill through him. He pulled his hands away from his aching cock, and moved her legs a little apart while guiding himself to her.
He dropped his head a little, nestling it against her neck, breathing heavily against her skin. Former questions of whether she was wet enough, or whether she had done this before completely fleeing his mind. Instead, in one swift motion, he pushed inside of her, stifling a grunt as he bit into the skin of her neck. First, taking a small bit of it between his teeth before biting harder and harder, the strength of it reflective of how damn good it felt to be inside her heated and tight core. He didn't wait much longer before pushing into her again and again, starting to find a steady pace.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 29, 2016 3:36:26 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy closed his eyes, the pleasure all consuming as he moved up and down, rocking over Jackson's cock that grew harder by the second. He could feel it inside of him, making him feel whole whenever they were joined as one. His words adding to the already incredible sensation. Bellamy didn't think he was beautiful, but Jackson made him feel so. Made him feel wanted, desired. Not just physically but in an emotional sense. That had always been the more difficult part when it came to partnerships for Bellamy. But being with Jackson, felt so damn right. And knowing that he found him attractive. . . made his heart flutter a little. His hands on him made him move a little faster, adding more vigor to their actions, though still wanting to prolong it as best as he could.
Bellamy sharply inhaled when Jackson pinched his nipples, leaving no neglected nipple. That sting felt incredible. Bellamy's hands roamed over Jackson's chest, breathy grunts escaping the younger male as he felt small tears of sweat form on his forehead, practically somewhat bouncing over him. "Make me come with you," he said a little breathless. Jackson's hand had teasingly moved over him earlier, but he wanted to feel it fully on his member. He wanted him to stroke him rather than doing it himself. Even if he just cleaned Jackson up . . . he just wanted to feel his partner on him. Working him, as he currently worked over Jackson.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 29, 2016 3:36:11 GMT
Tag: @jasper420 whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy felt Jasper's hand move to his hair, the sounds of pleasure starting to escape him. Which of course, further encouraged Bellamy. Especially since Jasper had never had this done to him before . . . and he was clearly enjoying it. His sounds and actions only reinforced by his direct words. Bellamy fully took him between his lips, before creating a steady rhythm, bobbing his head over him in a smooth pace, wanting to prolong it for him rather than just making it a quick, swift affair.
Though as this was his first time, Bellamy wasn't entirely certain how long Jasper would last. He groaned through his actions, purposely sending a vibration from deep within his throat, to his cock to add a slightly new sensation to it all. One hand casually rested on Jasper's hip, the other cupping and massaging his balls to touch him intimately in another way. His hand on his waist moving along his lower chest, touching more of the younger male's warm skin before caressing down to his thigh, gliding over it while continuing to work him in his mouth.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 29, 2016 2:49:18 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy noticed the tears start to fall from Nina's eyes as she claimed that she wouldn't be a good mom; that she didn't think she could do this. Bellamy reached forward, brushing away a few tears from her cheek before just softly caressing her cheek. "You won't be doing this alone, Nina," he assured her in a soft voice; as soft as his natural tone could be. "I'll be with you. Every step of the way." He wasn't about to abandon her, or abandon their child. He was committed to family and the people he loved. She was no exception to this.
"We created this life together," he continued. "We can figure this out together." Because Bellamy had never been a father either. Not technically. He was both a brother and father in terms of raising Octavia, but he never actually had a child of his own. "We can raise him or her, together." He wanted her to know that; she wasn't alone. She never would be. But he needed her to do this because she wanted to as well. Not only for him, but for the both of them. "What do you say?" he asked her, his finger still brushing along the soft skin of her cheek.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 28, 2016 2:36:40 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy smiled, closing his eyes as he basked in the pleasurable feeling of her nipping his ear. He knew what she was doing, and she was damn good at it. They had hooked up multiple times on the arm and even on the Ground. But this time was different from all the rests. This time, he knew he could be with her; not just physically but emotionally. And that, add a whole new depth and dimension to their actions. A while new sensation and incredible feeling. "If you keep this up, you're going to make me forget," he teased her. She could be so distracting and . . . he loved her for that.
She was beautiful inside and out, and constantly so damn desirable it was difficult to keep his hands off of her. But he had to at least try, if only for a playful challenge to her. "He was the king's son, air to the throne," he explained, though found his mind growing distracted, even though he kept his gaze fixed on the book. "And you have to listen to find out what happens," he teased, as if to give her incentive as he attempted to keep reading, trying to keep his hands on the book rather than allow them to make their way to her. But it was hard. Difficult. Nearly impossible.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 28, 2016 2:22:34 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy's face immediately broke into a smile as Roma hurried toward him, jumping into his arms. He dropped his pack just in the nick of time so that he could wrap both his arms around her. He closed his eyes, nestling his head in the crook of her neck as he took in her familiar scent, the familiar and longed for sensation of holding her in his arms. He had never had a girlfriend before; no partner of any kind. Roma was his first and he hoped, his last. Because he knew he loved her . . . even if the words remained unsaid. When she drew back to look at him, her hand trailed over his facial hair, his eyes locked onto her beautiful ones.
In repsonse to her words he leaned forward, kissing her deeply, uncaring of who may be around to see it. It had been a month; a painfully long time to be apart from someone you love. Easing out of the kiss, he rested his forehead against hers. "I missed you," he told her in a low voice, brushing his lips against hers once more. He wasn't even thinking of the different sensation it could provide with his unshaven upper lip, jaw and chin. He was only focused on taking in the sensation of her soft lips and drinking in her delicious taste that his throat had been burning for to be quenched by her. "Was everything ok here?" He asked, wanting to make sure she was alright, and had been alright. He hated leaving her, especially after the trauma of Mount Weather. But if it meant securing a future of peace with a ruthless clan . . . then it was worth it. And now, they could make up for lost time by just being in each other's company.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 28, 2016 2:22:21 GMT
 Tag: @severitysoftly forgiveness IS HARD FOR US Jackson's statement was . . . fair. Understandable. Completely justified. Bellamy knew that he always encouraged others -- especially him -- to open up without offering the same in return. But there was a reason for that. A selfish one. He wasn't sure whether he could answer, and fell silent instead. He half expected Jackson to walk away, to give up on him. He wouldn't be the first and Bellamy certainly didn't deserve any less. But his friend remained. Looking at him. Perhaps awaiting an answer. So how could Bellamy deprive him of one? But . . . how could he give one at the same time? He wasn't certain how much silence had passed until he finally began to answer it.
"I'm . . . afraid," he admitted. Fear was not an easy admittance for him to make. He knew he had no right to admit it. It wasn't what the people needed from him. But in this moment, he wanted to be entirely truthful to Jackson. "That if I open up, if I tell you what I've done . . . show you the monster that I am . . . " He paused, unable to make eye contact with his friend in this moment. He clenched his jaw once more, fighting back the tears and pain and trying to remain composed.
No one needed him breaking down right now. Not when he was assigned to head this faction. "That you'll leave me too." Just like the others had. Just like those he had thought were family and friends, had given up on him completely. He was a selfish bastard for this, wanting to hold on to what relationships he could. But he was sincere in his words. He didn't need anyone to tell him he wasn't a monster, for everyone knew it. Everyone who had accepted Octavia's judgment. Bellamy had long since accepted it . . . only now, did he realize how strongly others perceived it too.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 28, 2016 2:22:10 GMT
Tag: @jasper420 whatever THE HELL WE WANT If he direct answer wasn't enough, his tone sure as hell would have been. Bellamy closed his eyes, feeling Jasper's lips move along his jaw, as the older male took in a slow breath, enjoying the sensation but not losing too much focus. Jasper was asking him to do something, and he was of course willing to comply. Not all of these delinquents had a chance to experience sex. To experience different acts. To experience the pleasure. They were sent here to die and instead, were surviving every single day. Bellamy wanted to offer to them what he could. To remind them that there could be something found in this world; something else experienced apart from fear and pain.
He turned his head to kiss Jasper again, before he started moving lower. His lips not leaving his skin as they moved down his neck, down his bare chest, lingering over his scar on purpose, as if to indicate that he was not turned off by it. With his now lowered position, it broke the contact of Jasper's hand on his ass -- one that he rather missed but was far more fixated on complying with what the male had asked, and what Bellamy had prompted.
He sat up over Jasper, pulling down his pants and underwear together to reveal his hardening cock. Bellamy lowered his head, running his tongue along the side of it in one long motion. Pausing for a second, he licked the underside of it, leaving a wet trail. Another pause, another glide of his tongue from another angle, coating him as much as he could to just build the moment, to watch him get harder. Without too much pause in between, his lips sucked the head of it for a few moments, before slowly taking him into his mouth, inch by inch.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 28, 2016 2:21:49 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy loved the feeling of Jackson's hands running over his body. While he had enjoyed restraining him, he couldn't deny how much he missed the feel of his touch. Something that they were well making up for now. Bellamy groaned with delight when Jackson pushed his hips down, causing their hardening cocks to be against each other. His words sent a thrill through Bellamy, the thought of it quite enticing. "Far be it from me not to give you what you want," he said teasingly, speaking against his lips during the kiss. Kissing him once more, he spit in his hand, lowering it to Jackson's cock to make him slick. His hand stroked over him a few times, making sure he was well coated and ready.
Bellamy's hand slowed to a halt, still wrapped around Jackson's cock. He shifted himself a little, widening his straddled position some while raisin himself. When he lowered back down, he angled Jackson's member and sunk down onto him. The feeling of being filled by his partner caused Bellamy to heavily exhale in the sheer pleasure. His head fell back a little, his hands on Jackson's hips as just basked in the sensation. Unable to keep himself idle for long, Bellamy slightly raised himself again, falling down deeper onto his cock, allowing him to sink further into him. He started to build a rhythm, rocking and lifting his hips, not moving too quickly but rather, enjoying it. Taking his time with it without being agonizingly slow. "Oh my god," he breathed, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them to make contact with his lover's.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 27, 2016 19:26:44 GMT
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 27, 2016 19:05:26 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT It had been a month, but a very productive one. Bellamy had been inside Mount Weather. He had been face to face with the grounders and one in particular -- Echo -- had known him by name. It was what had made him become the ambassador, to go to Azgeda and work toward peace with what he had heard to be a ruthless queen. Fortunately, it was successful. Too many people had died and while she was war hungry . . . it wasn't in a war against Skaikru. Her issues with the commander went beyond that and the less his people were involved, the better. The month had been long however, and he missed home. He missed his people. His sister. The others. And of course, Roma, whom he had been far more committed to than on the Ark.
After what he did at Mount Weather, he was finally ready to be with someone . . . to have a relationship with someone. And she was the woman he wanted to be with. The journey back seemed to take twice as long as the one there -- mainly because he was so eager to return. They must have seen him coming, because someone announced to open the gates. Bellamy made his way inside, clad in thicker attire that was already half off of him, but held more weight. His face held some scruff, unshaved -- for the first time in his life -- as there was no time or need to prioritize it. There was truly no place like home and Bellamy Blake was all too relieved to have returned to his in one piece -- for despite his attendance as the Ambassador, the risk of death wasn't far from his mind. It had been a risk worth taking however, and one that paid off.
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