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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 27, 2016 17:40:08 GMT
 Tag: @jasper420 whatever THE HELL WE WANT The firm grip on his ass, the hand in his hair . . . it all provided a rather enjoyable sensation and continued to thicken Bellamy's growing arousal. The hand through his hair was always a pleasurable one, a comforting one. Though the latter was not something he often took from his partners. Allowing them to comfort him too intimately was far too . . . personal. Instead, he focused on the physical. And the fingers in his locks did indeed give him enjoyment. He gave a slight smirk when Jasper vocalized his hope that he was joining him. He watched the younger male move back onto the bed, laying down but slightly adjusted upward, braced on his elbows.
Bellamy followed him, positioning himself above the male as his lips found his again in a deep embrace. Bellamy toed off his shoes, letting them fall to the side of his bedding. His hand began to wander lower to Jasper's pants, tucking a finger inside him before his other slowly unfastened him. "You ever been sucked off before?" He asked him against his lips. He felt the need to verbalize his intentions, so that the younger male would not feel uneasy, unknowing of what was coming. He wanted the male relaxed, eased . . . enjoying what Bellamy could offer him.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 27, 2016 17:30:21 GMT
 Tag: @severitysoftly forgiveness IS HARD FOR US Bellamy listened to Jackson explain that nothing could fix what was wrong with him; not even himself. Bellamy knew that feeling all too well. Though it hardly discouraged him from wanting to try to help. Jackson had been there for him so many times . . . Bellamy wanted to be there for him too. Yet, he knew that sometimes that with the severity of a situation . . . it felt practically impossible for anyone to fix you. To heal you. Or to even allow anyone to try.
"Is that why you took it?" There was no judgment in Bellamy's voice when he asked the question. The chip. In fact, Bellamy couldn't help but wonder what it was like. To be void of pain. To feel nothing but ease. To be released of all pain and sorrow for even just a few moments. Granted, the violence inflicted on others during this state was not exactly desired . . . but still. Realizing his prying question, he felt the need to correct himself.
"I'm sorry," he apologized, not wanting it to come off as intrusive or judgmental. Neither were his intention. "If you don't want to talk about it . . . we don't have to." He paused for a moment, looking at Jackson, not even sure what expression was in his own gaze. "But if you do, I'm here." To listen, even if Bellamy couldn't do much else. Perhaps no one wanted him to, considering the damage he had already done. The unforgivable damage. And in his own inquiry, conveniently and deliberately ignored Jackson's question of wanting to talk about his own troubles.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 27, 2016 17:22:22 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy couldn't help but chuckle at Jackson's tease, playfully accusing him of trying to kill him with sex. "Wouldn't be a bad way to go," he teased, fairly certain Jackson had said something similar to him in the past. Jackson added on for clarification that eh wasn't complaining, and it only made Bellamy continue to smile with amusement. "Are you sure?" He asked, kissing along the side of his neck. "Because, I can stop if you want . . . " His body seemed to have something else in mind though, causing Bellamy to tease it further by giving another firm squeeze before releasing him.
Wanting to see Jackson properly, Bellamy adjusted them a little, lifting up a bit so that he could turn Jackson on his back . . . now able to properly see him as Bellamy continued to straddle him. He then leaned down, kissing his partner deeply his hand gliding up and down his muscled arm. His clothing often concealed his incredible form, not doing justice to it. So Bellamy wanted to appreciate it -- him -- when he could. Drawing out of the kiss, Bellamy kept his forehead against Jackson's, folding his lips inward for a moment before slowly opening his eyes to look at his lover. "I want you inside me," he told him, leaning forward for another passionate kiss.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 27, 2016 16:52:06 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy was comfortable. Incredibly comfortable. He was currently in bed, cuddled with . . . well, his girlfriend. He never thought the day would come where he would be able to have a partner. To actually be with someone. But the circumstances on the ground -- particularly Mount Weather -- had altered a lot of things. Roma had been someone he was with on the Ark. At least physically, and when they got emotionally close . . . he had pushed her away. Now though, they were as together as they could be. And Bellamy found that it was her alone that had saved his life. His soul. His heart. He would always believe he was undeserving of anyone's affection or any semblance of happiness . . . but he lacked the strength to fight it. He cared for her too much, and wanted to be what he couldn't allow himself to be on the Ark.
Turning his head a little, he placed a light kiss on her forehead before moving his arm that was wrapped around her. He loved the casual point their relationship had come to. The ease in which they spent the night together, woke up together, and found what time they could during the day to spend those stolen moments together. He reached over to the side table, pulling out a book and his pair of glasses. He had some eye damage from the explosion at Mount Weather in the vents, and while it wasn't enough to severely impair his eyesight, he did need it for smaller tasks such as reading. Even reading itself was a luxury he did not often have time for, thus his glasses were not a well known fact. But he wasn't about to bring unnecessary attention to it. Instead, he just put them on and opened his book to the place he'd left off at.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 27, 2016 16:44:35 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy felt stressed but it was a good kind of stress. It was not the life and death kind of stress. Not the intense one he lived with every second of every day. This was far more . . . manageable. For it had to do with his studies. Having been accepted into the guards program, Bellamy was in the process of completing his first year. Their final exams and papers were coming up and the course was designed to be quite intense.
It was to weed out those who were not serious about it and believed being a guardsman was just an easy excuse for a job. How wrong that mindset was. He would usually study at home, but Kyle and he had decided to study together instead. Even though Kyle's work was vastly different from Bellamy's . . . sometimes it helped to have company. Sometimes it helped to focus being away from his family so that he didn't have to burden them with his stresses.
He did like teaching Octavia what he could when he could, but for the time being . . he was heading over to Kyle's. He had his backpack slung over one shoulder, equipped with his books, notes, and what he needed to read them. He knocked on Kyle's door, refusing to let the stress interfere. It would be totally counterproductive. He had time to study, not having left everything to the last minute and well . . . Bellamy was rather accustomed to working under pressure.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 26, 2016 6:08:03 GMT
Tag: @jasper420 whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy waited for Jaspers reaction. While there was technically no necessity to take his shirt off . . . Bellamy hoped he did. He wanted the younger male to fedl confident and strong. And of course there were his own reasons of wanting to see and touch Jasper that had initially prompted his attempt to take off his shirt. To his delight, Jasper allowed him too and Bellamy removed the clothing, tossing it to the side as Jasper leaned in for another kiss. Bellamy's hand went to the back of Jaspers head, his fingers running through his locks while pressing him closer. The older male breathed through the kiss, depending it, a groan sending a vibration when he felt Jasper squeeze his ass.
The kiss broke long enough for Jasper to reference Bellamy's earlier words about going somewhere more comfortable. "The bed," Bellamy answered in a low voice, kissing his lips again with a slight fervency. Keeping their lips locked he guided them toward the bed, his hand wandering over Jaspers back, hoping to provide the same sensation Jasper did to him with his own hands. It only took a few steps to get to the bed and once there, Bellamy broke the kiss, his forehead against Jasper. "Lie down," he urgef rather than demanded, as Bellamy ran his tongue over his lips.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 26, 2016 3:24:45 GMT
Tag: @severitysoftly and blake Notes: 3300th POST!!! whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy knew there was no possible way to determine how Jackson was going to react. He trusted Jackson but he also knew this was a lot to ask of him. That this was something that could cost him his life, and at the very least . . . their relationship. Bellamy deeply cared abouthim, he knew that already but his sister was his world. And this was the last hope he had to save her where he was powerless to do anything else. He held onto Octavia's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Jackson knelt before her, immediately switching into doctor zone which . . . was expected. Right now, he focus was Octavia. Everything else would come later.
"She's lost a lot of weight," Bellamy stated, following her remark about not being able to keep anything down. It broke his heart to see her like this, and wished he could take away all the pain. He gave a slight smile when she revealed her name, saying that he named her. Her name was so fitting; a strong name for an incredibly strong woman. "After Augustus' sister," he said, looking at her, knowing he'd told her that so many times but felt the need to keep things light. Her latter spoken words though, had him looking at Jackson, trying to read what he could on his expression. Hell, during this whole process, he kept glancing at his partner, as if attempting to read his mind . . . to no avail.
He looked back to his sister, his hand going to her forehead before sweeping back a few strands of loose hair. "Don't think about that right now, O," he told her. "Just focus on getting better. Because you will." He couldn't imagine otherwise. Looking at Jackson once more, he knew he had to say these next words, even though they were painful to bring up. Jackson needed all the information. "Our mother passed away from this same thing last year," he stated, trying to keep his voice strong and steady. "What can we do for her?" His eyes looking pleadingly at Jackson, the fear of losing her -- the refusal to lose her -- strong in his gaze.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 26, 2016 3:11:35 GMT
Tag: @jasper420 whatever THE HELL WE WANT The warmth of Jasper's hands running over his body felt pretty damn good. The warmth of his touch heated his inner core. An ache starting to build inside of him. With his lips still moving along Jasper's skin, he felt the younger male stop him when attempting to pull off his shirt. He told him that he didn't have to . . . that he wouldn't want to see it. It took Bellamy a brief moment to realize what Jasper was referring to. The scar from when he was speared. Truth be told, Bellamy was far more attracted to a person than just their body.
Attractiveness to him wasn't limited to what marks were on there but at the same time, the younger male's insecurities were understandable. It only went back to Bellamy's initial mindset; his desire to empower the delinquents. To make them feel confident in themselves . . . and that wasn't only limited to their capabilities as warriors, or survivors. But also, when it came to more intimate moments. Like right now. "We all have battle scars," he told him, looking at Jasper as their eyes made contact.
"Some are more visible than others." Some physical. Some burned on the inside. "Doesn't make you any less of a person. It makes you more of one." To endure, to survive, to live. Instead of lifting the article of clothing -- now knowing it was something that Jasper would need to do -- Bellamy tucked his hand under the shirt, slowly moving to skim over his stomach, feeling the markings of his scar, and keeping eye contact with the younger male all the while. To prove to him, that he remained completely unfazed by any scars on Jasper's body.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 26, 2016 1:57:59 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT As Nina spoke, it was becoming abundantly clear that she didn't see this as a child. Perhaps it was some form of detachment, or denial that she couldn't understand what was growing inside of her. And Bellamy wanted to change that for her. He had learned about a child growing in a mother's womb from his mother. Granted, he had been young at the time but he understood. Even more as he got older. He wanted Nina to understand the significance of this. To realize what was happening in her body rather than just perceiving it as some impersonal growth that could be rid of.
"No," he disagreed softly, slightly shaking his head. "You have a human being growing inside of you," he began to say, knowing that this was where his focus needed to lie. "You have something, someone that we made, together. Someone we created together." He loved her, he knew he did though they were words unsaid. And he wasn't sure if now was the appropriate time to say them. One thing at a time.
"There is a life inside of you. You'll feel it Nina if you don't already. You'll start to feel him or her move." He kept his hand on her stomach, her hand rested on top. "And they will look to you. Because you're this baby's mother. And . . . " He paused for a moment, knowing that he didn't deserve to be a father, but couldn't help but raise the point. "If you'll let me, I'd like the honor of being this baby's father." A privilege more than a right. He couldn't make demands on her, but he wasn't going to give up on this or their unborn baby.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 25, 2016 21:21:29 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT The feeling of what it could be to be a father had been quickly replaced by the feeling of fear. The thought of losing a child before ever holding it. Family was everything to Bellamy. It was what he lived for, what he breathed for majority of his life. The thought of it being destroyed was . . . unfathomable. While the Ground wasn't safe, Bellamy still couldn't accept this as reason. Not when his family had been his whole world. Not when his universe had revolved around his sister, and then living, breathing, fighting for the others on the ground. He wanted to question whether she considered his feelings in this, but he didn't.
She wasn't ready to be a mom, and he didn't deserve to be a father . . . but he didn't believe that meant the child should be deprived of a life to live. "When my mother was pregnant with Octavia, I thought I didn't have a choice." He had been told the risks, felt the burdens and pressures, the responsibilities. He had broken the law every second of every day, sometime believing that he never had a choice in the matter. "But I did," he continued softly in a low voice. He didn't often talk about his childhood, his family, or even Octavia after the tension between them. But he felt it necessary to say it now.
"I could have left. I could have turned them in." In a way, he didn't have a choice, weighted down by familial obligations. But learning what it really was these days to be deprived of choice . . . there had been a way out there. His moral conscience just didn't allow it. "But they were my family. They were my responsibility." His blood. His flesh. His heart.
"This child," he began to say, his hand moving to rest over her stomach to emphasize his words. "Doesn't have a choice. " Just like Octavia hadn't. It was an innocent being. Pure. "But we as his or her parents, do. And I am asking you Nina, to please not condemn our baby for the world we live in." Just like his mother couldn't condemn Octavia for the world they lived in on the Ark. He couldn't bare the thought of losing this baby because he also feared that if Nina did this, he would never be able to forgive her.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 25, 2016 21:03:06 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Oh god, she was going to drive him to madness. That final stroke of her tongue too brief, too short. He needed more. The temptation to start thrusting into her mouth ceased by her shift in position. His hands moved along with her head, readjusting herself over him so that she straddled him. He looked at her, his gaze glossed over with desire, aching need for his hardened member. He refused to descend unfulfilled and judging by her words, she wasn't going to leave him in that way. It was true. He knew exactly why she was here. He was not naive enough to believe that this had anything to do with a deep seated emotional connection. Hell, they were both quite similar. This was about 'moving on' as he had told her. It was about getting back at Finn. And considering the tension between Bellamy and the spacewalker, he was the perfect person for Raven to get back at Finn with.
Looked at her for a moment, allowing her to finish as he processed her words . . . that familiar difficulty of remaining idle, suddenly became an impossibility. Especially with her encouragement, and his aching cock. In one swift motion, he flipped them over, now positioning himself on top of her. Simultaneously, his hands went to hers, pressing them above her head on either side of her head, practically pinning her down to his bed. His lips went to hers, deeply kissing her, his tongue eagerly exploring her mouth in a battle for dominance. His hands released their hold on hers, nudging her legs apart a little, as he lowered his hand to his member, tucking the head of it between the folds of her skin. Not fully entering her, but rather, just teasing the feeling. His other hand held down her waist, preventing her from thrusting in any way to further press him inside.
He nipped at her bottom lip, sucking it in his mouth for a second before releasing it so that he could speak. "Tell me what you want," he encouraged her, his words filled with teasing. His lips dragged along her cheek, to her ear, slightly nudging himself a little more in her heated core, but nowhere near penetration . . . yet. With his lips pressed against her ear, he spoke again. "How you want it," he breathed, wondering if she would describe it. A fantasy she may have that she wanted to play out. A need for something more than what Finn was giving her. Emotion was taken out of the equation and left only was lust and passion. Bellamy lived for others his entire life and right now, he was being what Raven needed him to be. He took that role rather seriously and besides, he was deriving his own pleasure from these actions as well.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 25, 2016 20:46:13 GMT
Tag: @harpermcintyre whatever THE HELL WE WANT She was fine. He was so used to hearing that answer. Almost as much as he gave it. But he also knew that with Harper being one of those in the cave . . . that his life held no worth to her. To them. And he supposed he couldn't expect any differently. His misdeeds seemed to outweigh his attempts to save people. His actions always marked as failures but this time, not only by him. By his sister. By his father of heart now calling him an enemy. By Clarke, first abandoned and then returned only to strike blame. And by those in the cave to serve as witnesses and thus, silent encouragers.
So 'fine', was all he could get. Perhaps it was all he deserved to get. As he felt before, Arkadia was less of a home now . . . leaving him entirely uncertain as to where he belonged. He was about to just give a nod and walk away, unable to force her to talk. Doubting she wanted to. Was there anything left to even say? The harder he tried, the more he failed. And perhaps, he was just so damn tired of trying.
Before any other course of action could unfold however, he watched her expression as it changed and within moments, vomit stained his shoes. He looked down at it, concern above anything else. Besides, he wasn't squeamish. Not in the slightest. It was her words that followed which . . . made him think that this was something beyond a mere illness. The concern intensified, and he raised his gaze to meet her own.
"Tell me, what's going on Harper?" It wasn't a demand, but it was a question that he needed answered. Because . . . it was her words. Her apology. One that seemed to go beyond saying sorry for throwing up on his shoes. Something that held more meaning, a stronger weight. And before Bellamy wanted his mind to rest on the possibility of what it could be . . . he was giving her the chance to answer before he went out in search of answers himself.
Or until the condition was more drawn out and impossible to ignore. But he sure as hell didn't want it to go that far without his knowledge. Of course it could be something else. But . . . Bellamy tended to trust his gut. And his past with Harper was not forgotten. A time of lustful passion, possibly carrying through into something that would bring them together in ways that neither of them expected. So the question stood, and Bellamy looked at her, soft intent in his expectant gaze.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 25, 2016 20:30:01 GMT
Tag: @jasper420 whatever THE HELL WE WANT With teasing the waters, Bellamy remained alert with Jasper's reaction. So when he felt him respond to the kiss, allowing the deepening of it, and then press his lips harder against his when Bellamy's hand roamed his back . . . all were indicators of enjoyment. Of consent to keep going. Jasper's own hands moved over Bellamy's skin, the sensation of them further encouraging the older male. Bellamy pulled his hand from under Jasper's shirt, as both of his went to the hem of his own. The kiss broke as Bellamy pulled his shirt up and off, setting it to the side.
Normally, he was more keen on removing his partner's shirt first, but in this case, with the eased pace he wanted to set for Jasper and his desire to make the younger male more comfortable . . . Bellamy felt it was only fair to expose himself first. Leaning back forward, his lips returned to Jasper's before moving to his neck, creating a path along the side of it. Bellamy's hands then went to the bottom of Jasper's shirt, pausing there for a moment before slowly starting to pull it up, giving the younger male time to protest if this was something he didn't want, or wasn't ready for. "Wanna move somewhere more comfortable?" He suggested, with his bed in mind.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 25, 2016 20:17:55 GMT
Tag: @jaga whatever THE HELL WE WANT If he thought that pain mixed with pleasure fell good the first time . . . well, the feeling sure as hell intensified now. The way her nails dug into the skin of his neck caused a strained groan to escape him. It felt so oddly good. The sensation of wanting her to mark him strangely strong. But he wasn't even going to question it. If he started thinking about that, then it threatened to cease these actions. And he obviously wasn't thinking that rationally.
All he could focus on right now, was how much he wanted her. He let out a huff of breath from the bite on his lip, tasting a little bit of the metallic result, but didn't even pause long enough to check of it was bleeding. He just run his tongue over it when she pushed him back. His gaze glossed over with desire as he watched her undress, his eyes roaming over her developed body, and the licking of his lips wasmore from desire, rather than having any practical need.
She made a demand of her own, prompting him to hastily pull off his shirt with her aid, and throw it to the side. They intensely kissed once more, his now bare upper body pressed against hers. He let out a sharp inhalation of breath when her teeth sunk into his cheek. God, that felt more amazing than it probably should. It hurt in its strength, but he nearly told her to bite harder. Yet, he doubted she would need much prompting. Adjusting his head he lowered his body a little, one hand cupping her breast to lift it up some as he sunk his teeth into it, engulfing it around the heat of his mouth.
Both hands then fell to the fastening of her lower attire, hurriedly undoing it. He didn't even bother to check if she was wet enough for him. He didn't bother asking whether this was her first time or not. All things that he usually worked to communicate when being with a sexual partner. This time, he was too consumed with desire; an animalistic intensity that he wasn't sure he'd ever experienced before. He sucked on her bellicious breast, his teeth biting down on her hardened tip, leaving the other neglected nipple for later. If she could inflict a little bit of pain onto him, then he could certainly do the same.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Aug 25, 2016 19:58:41 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Wick talked . . . alot. But truth be told, Bellamy was grateful for it. It helped distract him from getting too deep into his own mind, which always seemed a dangerous place to be these days. He wasn't sure he ever fully expressed to Wick how grateful he was for that. But perhaps, he didn't need to. Perhaps, Wick understood, as reflected by his actions of talking on and on. Kyle knew Bellamy, better than a lot of people . . . so perhaps, it was one of those things left unspoken, but mutually understood.
"Yeah there you go, Wick. Talk pauna to death with your wit," Bellamy stated sarcastically in response to his only weapon was his wit. It was true. While he didn't doubt his friend's capabilities, he knew Wick's biggest strength was his intellect. He was a genius of course. But when it came to physical combat . . . well, Bellamy was already developing half a mind to train him some. "Oh you'll definitely see it coming," he assured him.
Bellamy had seen pauna before in his travels . . . unfortunately. He turned to Wick, though keeping a keen eye on their surroundings. "They're like giant . . . " Bellamy had his hands apart to show the size but seeing Wick's face and realizing that he didn't need to unnecessarily scare him, Bellamy's hands slowly moved closer together as if decreasing the size of pauna. Which, wasn't entirely accurate. "Baby monkeys." A correction, but only to ease his friend's mind with the hope that they wouldn't actually see one.
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