#the 100 fic

[darnell-la]

Hiii there! may I please request a Bellamy Blake mean and dark dom smut with !female grounder reader? An enemies to lovers thing with a lot of tension or anger and fighting m so they just give in and have hot steamy smut?💖 ty!

world count: 5,9K

pairing: Dom!Bellamy Blake x Grounder!Reader

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Hatred to love

Bellamy Blake’s pov

"This place is so shitty," I said as Murphy and I stepped through the overgrown woods. We've been here for let's say, 6 months, and I've never felt more used in my life. Now that the 100 of us helped the rest of the people on the ark, we can work to reduce our time away. 

To top off us being enslaved, we must deal with these people we call grounders. They’re violent and dirty, and think they own the place. 

“Better watch what you say before y/n hears you,” Murphy joked, making me scoff. Y/n’s the leader of these grounders and she’s a real pain in the ass. She’s always arguing and demanding things. They also protect her and do whatever she tells them to do. 

“Or what? Is she gonna stab me? We have guns and I don’t think they have treatment for that,” I said as Murphy shook his head. “I don’t understand why you don’t like her. She’s cool,” Murphy said. 

I rolled my eyes and stopped, annoyed that people kept saying the same thing to me. I don’t get what they see in her. She’s violent, dirty, and has the worst attitude you could possibly think of. 

“She’s not cool, she’s just some girl that thinks she has a say in everything,” I said. “First of all, that girl is 20, and second, she does have the day of everything. At least around here she does, and we choose to follow them since we landed in their territory,” Murphy said. 

“And if you have a problem with that, you can barge into wherever she lives, and argue with her. Hell, fight if you need. Anything to shut you up about her at this point,” he said. 

“Whatever man,” I said then kept walking, trying not to stay here all day and argue about how much I despise y/n. It just pisses me off how many people tolerate her. 

“You’re not gonna stop me, so save your talking,” I said to Murphy before pushing past him and a few other friends. I’ve had enough of y/n and her demands. 

I walked through the overgrown forest, stumbling over sticks and rocks, thinking about if fighting y/n is the best idea. 

She’s the best warrior they say and she shows absolutely no mercy. Even if I were to beat her, her people would kill me for making her surrender. I’ll have to get her alone. 

As I thought of things to do, I made my way through the forest until I was finally at the grounds of the grounders. They know me, so they let me in easily which was a big mistake. 

“Y/n?” I asked the guards of this small village y/n’s always at. They nodded their heads then turned around to walk towards, where I guess, y/n is. 

“Y/n!” One said as we walked upon y/n reading a book that my people gave to her, to little kids. They seemed happy and like they were having fun. I think this is my first time ever seeing her smile. 

“What did you come here for?” She asked. She always seems like she has a tone with me. Only me. “Oh, nothing. Just wanted to walk and talk. Only for 10 minutes or so,” I lied. I have to get her away from the guards. 

“Now you know I can’t do that. They always follow me. Where ever I go,” y/n said as I sighed. “I know, but, maybe they’ll make an acceptance this one time. Please,” I begged as she tilted her head. 

Y/n got up and walked toward me and the guards. She said something in her language that I still haven’t learned yet, then walked passed me. “10 minutes,” she said. 

“So what did you actually bring me out here for?” Y/n asked as she finally stopped somewhere a bit far from the village. “I was thinking we could fight,” I said. 

“Fight?” She chuckled. “Pathetic,” she added. “What’s pathetic is that you need a whole army to fight for you,” I argued. “That’s just how we work,” she replied. 

“What do you wish to fight for?” She asked, making me smirk. “If I win, you stop this boss act and I get to show people that you’re not as strong as you make yourself to me,” I said. 

“And if I lose, you can keep your little act going and I’ll be very, very embarrassing,” I said as she rolled her eyes, holding back a laugh I wanted to slap away from her. 

“Bet,” she said, a new word that she got from our kind as she jumped off of the log she was standing on and attacked me. I was almost unprepared but moved out of the way fast enough and kicked her back. 

“Good reflexes. But not good enough,” she said as she turned and kicked my legs, causing me to fall to the ground. “Fuck,” I groaned then quickly rolled over as she was about to kick my face. 

“Fighting dirty, huh?” I asked as I got up. “Nah, just want to get this over with,” she said before running towards me. She’s always been an attacker which is hard to fight against since she always makes the first move. 

“Already tried?” She asked, looking down at me after giving me the worst blow to my stomach. I hate her but I won’t ever doubt again that she’s a good-ass fighter. “Nah,” I said, about to kick her legs to make her collapse but I heard a gunshot. 

I quickly looked around as I stayed on the floor, hoping to see anyone but I can’t. “Y/n, get down!” I yelled-whispered because she still standing like she was in shock. She can’t be in shock right now. 

“Y/n!” I yelled. She slowly looked down as her hands lifted up towards her stomach. “Did your people use their weapon on me?” She asked slowly as she pulled her hand away from her stomach showing blood. 

“Ah, shit!” I said as she dropped to the floor. “No, no, y/n, you have to get up! Y-You can’t be out here. Shit! Fuck, uh, fuck. Y/n, get up!” I said as I tried picking her up, but another shot was fired but don’t hit us thankfully. 

“Hood your fire dumb fucks! I made her fight me!” I yelled out so my people can stop this madness. They just fucked up our stay here. Her people will never forgive us for this. 

“Bellamy, am I dying?” She asked, sounding like she was about to pass out. “Shit! No, no, you’re not dying. Just- Just stay still and hold this down,” I said as I took my shirt off, and lifted her ripped-up shirt to press down on her wound so she won’t bleed out. 

“Guys, stop it! She needs medical assistance!” I yelled back as I saw her trying to break correctly and keep eye contact with me. She still seems fearless. How could I do this to her? What did I do?

“Don’t worry, she’ll get it,” an unfamiliar voice said. “But that won’t be needed for long,” they added. I looked around until my eyes landed on people in a has max suits and a dude without one. Everyone had a gun. 

“W-Who are you?” I asked as I kept trying to push down on her wound. “We’ll get to talking once we get what I need,” he said then snapped his fingers. That’s when the people started making their way towards us. Towards her. 

“What? No. No, back away! Back up!” I yelled but they didn’t listen. “No! No!” I yelled as two people pulled me away. “Don’t you fucking touch her!” I yelled, making the dude without a suit on, chuckling to himself. 

As one guy went to pick y/n up, she lifted her arm and stabbed the dude in his neck causing him to fall back and bleed out. 

“Get her now! We don’t have time for this!” The man said. That’s when a few people attacked her, taking her weapons and then dragging her away. They’re manhandling her while she’s screaming in pain. 

“No, no! Help! Help us!” I yelled, hoping one of her people followed us so they wouldn’t completely have no eyes on her but they actually trusted me. Fuck. I kept repeating my yells until something knocked me on the side of my head. 

“What is this shit!?” I yelled at the man as he threw y/n on her stomach, onto this medical chair and then strapped her down. They didn’t even patch up her wounds. She’s bleeding out and groaning in pain. 

“I can see you’re not too happy. I assumed because of how you guys fought, you didn’t like each other but I see otherwise now,” he said as one sergeant pulled out some big needle that I’ve never seen in my life. 

“What the- Hey! Hey, get away from her! What is that!?” I asked the man as he took a deep breath, about to tell me the most inhumane thing I’ve ever heard of. 

“That needle you see is what we use to subtract bone marrow from the grounders who’ve been able to breathe on earth for hundreds of years,” he said as he sat in front of me after a guard placed a chair down. 

“You see, my people can’t survive the outside but they can. People like you can too which is surprising,” he said. “We’ve been studying you guys and we finally got one of you which will help another few of my people,” he added. 

“What? You’re gonna- You’re gonna fucking- No, let me go! L-Let her go! I swear to god-“ I went to say but he cut me off. “What will you possibly do?” He asked then snapped his fingers. Seconds later, his guards took me away as I yelled and demanded them to let me go but they wouldn’t listen.

Maybe an hour went by since the guards threw me into this clean and well-kept-up room. I’ve been thinking of ways to kill this man and escape. We can’t stay here. 

As I was about to start my banging on the door that I’ve been doing every 10 minutes, the door swung open to two guards dragging y/n into the room by her arms. 

She looked dead. My heart skipped a beat until I noticed she was alive by her whimpers. They patched her up but her blood is still leaking through her bandage. 

“Here,” a third guest said as he walked through the doors and threw a medical bag at me. “Fix her up, would ya?” He said then walked out with the other two after they dropped y/n on the floor. 

“Shit, y/n?” I said as I grabbed the medical bag and sped over to her. “Mhm?” She asked as I began to work on her. First I cleaned her up while keeping a conversation with her so she won’t fall asleep. 

“I need you to keep talking to me, okay baby? Keep talking,” I said after watching her eyes get heavy. “Hurts,” she said right before slipping away and passing out. 

“Y/n? No, y/n, stay up!” I said as I fastened my process before she looses too much blood. I’d she dies, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself. I made her go out, far from her guards to fight her. 

I’ve always said that if I had the chance to kill her, I would but that’s a lie. Just a big fucking lie. I can’t do that to her. She’s one of the kindest, most responsible, and most thoughtful people I’ve met. I really fucked up…

“Guess I didn’t die,” I heard y/n say as she leaned up on the bed I laid her on. “Yeah, I guess,” I said as I quickly got up and walked to the side of the bed. “Hey, hey, chill out,” I said as I leaned her back to check her wound. 

“Why are you carrying for me? Didn’t you want to fight me? Maybe even kill me?” She asked after slapping my hand away from her. “Hey!” I slightly shouted as I grabbed her wrist. She tried tugging away but I tugged back to get her to stop. 

“Listen! You’re hurt and your people would probably kill me and think I shot you if they find your lifeless body bled out,” I said then pushed her wrist away and went back to slowly pull the big patch I placed on her. 

“It sent Straight through so that’s good. I didn’t know until I started patching you up. You’ll heal within a few months but it takes a good year to get back to your normal self,” I said. “A year!?” She yelled. 

“Chill, okay? I’ll take care of you and shit,” I said, making her laugh. “You? Take care of me? Yeah, it’s hard to feel comfortable around someone who got me in this situation!” She yelled at me. 

“I didn’t mean to get you shot! I just want to put you in your place and-“ I tried finishing. “Put me in my place? And what is that? Ruin what I and my people had going on for hundreds of years. We were doing good with and without you,” she said. 

“You need us,” I said as I leaned over her to intimidate her but she leaned up. I can tell that she was in pain but she kept a straight face because that’s who she is. She’s strong. That’s what I like about her…

“You don’t scare me, Mr. Blake, so don’t lean into my face and not do anything about-“She went to get aggressive but I cut her off by smashing my lips onto hers. She instantly stops talking. My eyes are shut but I can tell she’s looking at me with wide shocked eyes. 

I slowly lifted my hand up to place my hand on her cheek but she quickly gripped my wrist, stopping me. I kept my hand up, not giving up until she slowly let my wrist go, allowing me to place my hand on her face. 

Now she’s kissing me back and I can’t tell she’s probably never kissed anyone. She’s not bad or anything, but she’s flinching at new things I do like moving my tongue, she’s breathing heavily, and seems very needy. 

“You done being mad at me now?” I asked as she kept her lips on mine, kissing me in want. “Shut up and kiss me,” she said as she pulled my face into hers. I did. as told and pushed her down on the bed and hovered over her. 

Her small whines are the most beautiful thing I’ve heard. I love how needy, whiny, and sloppy she kisses me. How could I be so mean to someone like her? She’s perfect. 

Minutes into making out with her, I went to trace my hand down to her lower body but someone started punching in codes. I quickly got off of her as she quickly leaned up, snapping out of what we were doing. 

“Stay back,” I said as I got in front of the bed to cover her and defend her if they try grabbing and experimenting on her again until the door opened to Clarke. “Bell,” she said under her breath as she sped over to me and jumped into my arms. 

“I thought I lost you. We thought you ran away,” she said as I placed her down, not really comfortable with her wrapping her legs around me, right after I just got through making out with y/n.

“No, no, I was just out with y/n and then these people fucking-“ I went to say but she cut me off. “What were you doing with y/n alone? How did you even get her alone without her guards?” Clarke asked like she was upset. 

“That’s not the issue right now. The issue is, is that she got shot and they didn’t give her proper treatment,” I said as I walked over to y/n to show Clarke what I’m talking about. 

She walked over, seeming like she didn’t really care. “I tried my best but it’s not enough,” I said. “You touch her? Aren’t you like not allowed to? She barely had a shirt on,” Clarke said, focusing on the wrong things. 

“Well if I didn’t, she would have bled out, Clarke,” I said with a tone, pissed off that she’s so worried about how I’m taking care of y/n like me and her are dating. Clarke is just another girl to me. Nothing else. 

“Where’s the rest?” I asked Clarke so we could end this conversation that was going absolutely nowhere. “Making sure the guards don’t try attacking the people helping the people that are caged up,” she said. They caged people here? 

“They’ll explain to you. Let’s go,” she said, trying to pull me with her but I yanked my hand away. “We have to take y/n,” I said as I looked at her with a disappointed look. 

“She says she’s strong right? She can get up and get home herself,” Clarke said. “Nah, I think you can,” I said, causing Clarke’s eyes to widen. “You should go,” I said then began to help y/n get up. 

Clarke stormed out as I paid no mind to whatever she was fussing about. “You should have told me you had a partner,” y/n said. “She’s not,” I replied. “Doesn’t seem like it,” she said as she backed up from me. 

“I can walk myself,” she said then began walking. “Wait, y/n, it’s not what you think, okay? She’s into me. I’m not into her,” I explained. “But she still felt comfortable saying those things about me. You’re clearly showing her something,” she said as she limped out of the room. 

I stayed silent and still in the room, cussing myself out that I had something with Clarke. She just fucked up what I and y/n could have probably had. I should have known she’d be like this. 

Before I even pressed my lips onto hers, I thought about how all the women would feel about me and y/n being a thing. Clarke was the first to come to mind since she’s the more jealous type. The others have other people so they don’t need me.

SKIP SEVERAL MONTHS

3rd persons pov

It’s been months since y/n’s been shot and she’s doing pretty well. She still works out, trains, and talks to Bellamy but she never dares to speak about what happened between them in that room. 

She respected Clarke and Bellamy’s non-realistic relationship and Bellamy respect how angry she was at him. He understood how uncomfortable she could have felt in that situation once Clarke started acting a certain way toward her for no reason. 

Bellamy still tried to make small moves but it never really goes anywhere. They haven’t kissed each other since that day. The furthest it’s gone is touched around her clothing to ease her into him but she can’t forget how he made out with her and seconds later, Clarke came in like they’ve been dating for years. 

Today’s y/n’s birthday and Bellamy just found out that the grounders don’t celebrate birthdays since they use to lose track of times before the sky people came down. 

Bellamy is currently in y/n's room, decorating the place with old birthday decorations he found around the place. They had moved into the mountain men’s home after every one of them fled with suits to go someplace else, scared that the sky people and grounders would come after them for murder. 

“She’s back from hunting in a few minutes,” Murphy said as he walked into the room. “Good, and her guards won’t be sticking their noses around, right?” Bellamy asked. “Nope, so you’re good,” he said. 

“You really like her, huh? What happened?” He asked as he looked around the room, seeing how much work Bellamy put into it. bellamy was the one to even set up her furniture when they moved in a few months ago. 

“I don’t know. It’s like, right after she got shot, I noticed that I’d missed something about her a little too much,” Bellamy said as he sat down on y/n's bed and looked down at the ground. 

“I knew you didn’t hate her. It’s easy to tell,” Murphy said. “I read this book that was published back in 2023 and they said that people tend to get more annoyed about people that care about. That’s you to y/n,” Murphy said which is definitely true. 

“She’s here!” Monty and Jasper yelled through Murphy’s Walkie-Talkie. “Good luck and don’t be you please,” Murphy joked as he made his way out of the room. 

Bellamy chuckled as he got up and walked to the corner of her room so that y/n wouldn't see him when she first walks in. He wants to see her reaction. He loves watching her smile. 

“Why is my door open!?” Y/n yelled throughout the hallways. Dammit Murphy. “Hello?” Y/n asked before peaking around the corner to the surprise in her room. 

“Oh,” she said confused but slightly amazed. She’s never seen decorations like this before. “Who did this,” she said under he breathe as she took a step into her room with a smile on her face. Just what Bellamy wanted to see. He's never seen her smile this bright. 

“I knew you’d like it,” Bellamy said, making her jump a little. “Bellamy!” She shouted then covered her mouth. “You like it, right?” He asked as he slowly walked towards her. “Yes, I actually do,” she said. You could see her blushing. 

“Good, because it took me a couple of hours to find everything and put it up,” He smiled down at her. “Thank you,” she said as she began to scan the place and walk around. He can tell she really loves it. 

“You know, y/n. I’ve been thinking. A lot. I know we use to be enemies-“ Bellamy said but she cut me off. “You use to be mine. I never hated you but go on,” she joked. 

“Yes, yes, I know,” He chuckled. “But after that day in the room, I felt something. I’ve always felt it but it never came out until then. That’s the day I couldn’t force being angry at you or having some type of hatred towards you,” Bellamy said as she turned around and he walked towards her. 

“Y/n, I really like you and I’m sorry Clarke said those things about you but I don’t like her. I don’t see anything with her. But I do see something with you,” Bellamy said. He softly grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes. 

“So, could we please start over? Start something with each other?” I asked. “Bellamy…” she said as she pulled her hands back. “I can’t. You and Clarke have known each other for a while. I think she’s best for you,” she said. 

“But I don’t want her. I don’t feel anything for,” Bellamy said as y/n shook her head with a chuckle. “She still talks about you. She’s obsessed and loves you,” y/n said. 

“She doesn’t love me. She just hates the fact that I love you and now her. I’ve never loved her. I barely ever liked her,” Bellamy said making y/n shake her head. 

“Yeah, that’s not what she keeps saying. Apparently, you guys have been secretly dating for years and still sneak around at night in your room or go off somewhere where no one will see you,” y/n said, making Bellamy’s blood boil. 

“And who the fuck has she been saying this shit to?” Bellamy asked. “Me, Monty, Jasper, and maybe a few other girls,” Y/n said. “Well, that shit isn’t true. She just wants you away from me, that’s all,” Bellamy said, trying to softly grab y/n hands again but she backed up towards her bed. 

“Look, we can’t work out, okay? It’s not going to happen,” she said. “Why? Why can’t it work?” Bellamy asked with a tone, getting tired of excuses and other people getting in the way between him and her. 

“Because Bellamy! I don’t want you! You’re too different from me,” she said. “What are you talking about? No one who’s together is exactly the same, y/n,” Bellamy said as he stepped towards her. 

“You’re not for me, Bellamy so just- Just leave, Bellamy,” y/n said but he didn’t listen. “Y/n, you’re perfect for me. I love how different you are,” Bellamy said as he went to grab her waist slowly but she slapped his hands away, shocking him. 

Y/n walked passed Bellamy to get out of his face since he won’t get out of hers but he quickly grabbed her from the back and pulled her away from the door. 

“Let me go!” Y/n yelled at Bellamy. Bellamy threw y/n on the bed and then quickly ran over to her door, shutting and locking the door so that she’ll listen and stay where he wants her at. With him. 

“Bellamy, what are you doing?” Y/n asked, annoyed that he can’t just leave her alone. Why does he fight so much for her? Why does someone like her so much? She’s not someone who’s likable like this. 

“I’m here to show you love, y/n. I fucking love you and you know that. That’s why you’re pushing me away. You think you’re gonna hurt me or some crazy shit but you’re not. What’s going to hurt me, is if you don’t accept me and love me back. I know you like my touch and presence,” Bellamy said as he made his way toward her. 

“No, no, no! No, Bellamy! I-l don’t love you! I don’t!” Y/n yelled at him as she rushed her hands through her hair and rubbed her face, stressed that this is happening. She can’t run like usual. He’s got her trapped. 

“Stop lying, y/n. It’s getting annoying and makes you look more pathetic,” Bellamy said, getting angry. “Pathetic!? You’re pathetic! You have to trap a woman in a room to force her to love you,” y/n said. 

“I don’t have to force shit, and you know that. You fucking know it, so stop lying!” Bellamy growled at her as he grabbed her wrist tightly. “I’m tired of you fucking lying and denying. Admit it. Admit it now!” He yelled in her face, shocking her. 

“No,” she firmly said, hating the dominance someone like him can show over her. She’s never felt any kind of dominance against her but from Bellamy. She can’t seem to function right with him talking to her like this. 

“Get on the bed,” he demanded after letting her hand go, giving her a chance to listen. “No,” she said, once again with a tone, trying to stand her ground until Bellamy picked her up and threw her on her bed. 

Bellamy kept his silence as y/n began to yell at him. He didn’t care. He wanted to shut her for once and make her submit. He wants to get rid of the lies and excuses. 

“Bellamy, what are you doing!?” Y/n finally asked after noticing Bellamy’s shirt off. She’s never seen Bellamy with his shirt off. She’s seen his built-under wet clothes hut never more. This is a lot for her. 

“You like the clothes I gave you in a box? They’re perfect for you,” Bellamy said, making y/n think. Murphy, Monty, and Jasper said that they gave y/n the box so she’d have the best up-kept clothes since she’s the leader of her people. Now she’s finding out Bellamy chose them all. 

That explains the revealing parts, her panties, and bra that seemed a bit too pretty for Monty, Jasper, and especially Murphy to pick out for her. She knew they’d never do that. 

“Y-You picked these out?” She asked, knowing the answer already. “Of course I did. Otherwise, I’d have a talk with Murphy about what he picked out for you,” Bellamy smirked at y/n as he slowly climbed onto the bed. 

“Now will you finally let me taste you? I bet you’re sweet as a fresh berry,” Bellamy said as he tugged on y/n shorts. She tried slapping at his hands but she’s not really fighting him like she should be. 

“Look at that… You look so cute in these tiny little panties,” Bellamy said after getting her shorts off. She tried covering herself up but it was not enough. Bellamy laughed at her attempt as he began to pull her panties down, so focused on what he’s been dying to see. 

“Fuck, you’re wetter than I could’ve imagined,” he said under his breath. She had shaved today in the shower for the first time ever. She grew up thinking shaving wasn’t even a thing until Bellamy’s sister gave her something for her birthday. 

“No one’s ever touched you here, haven’t they? Tell me I’m the first, baby, and I’ll treat so you right. Better than your people. I’ll worship you more than anyone else can, baby,” Bellamy said, becoming full of lust by the second. 

“Bellamy, I can’t,” y/n has snapped out of what felt like a dream, angering Bellamy. “I’m tired of this shit,” he said as he quickly parted y/n’s legs and dived in without warning, lapping his tongue around her floss and clit faster than she could blink. 

“Bellamy!” Y/n moaned loudly at the foreigner feeling. She’s never touched herself in any type of way down there so everything she’s feeling feels too great for her. She’s too sensitive. 

“P-Please, Bellamy! Oh my!” She cried out, feeling her nerves hit her and her clit swell up. Bellamy began to suck any and everything he could reach. She grew wet, only making Bellamy eat her out sloppier. 

“I-I-I can’t Bellamy! I can’t!” She kept crying and shaking as she felt her stomach tighten. She’s never felt this before. She thinks she’s about to pee on Bellamy’s face but Bellamy knows he’s about to take the sweetest thing he could possibly taste. 

“Cum in my mouth, baby,” Bellamy said, and right after, y/n released all over his mouth and chest as she shook and rolled her eyes back. The moan she let out felt like music to Bellamy’s ears. He’s never heard of anyone so beautiful before. 

Bellamy backed away and hovered over y/n watching her eyes shut and her body shiver from the new feeling she just received.  

Bellamy began to take his jeans off as y/n lay there a whining mess, not being able to shake off the orgasm she just had. 

“Work with me and I’ll go slow. Resist and I’ll put you in your place, princess,” Bellamy said as she slowly moved in between y/n’s legs, triggering her kind as she felt his bare skin. Her eyes widen in shock at his size. 

“B-Bellamy, what are you doing? What is this? What is that?” Y/n asked, feeling a bit scared even though she knows Bellamy would never hurt her in any kind of way. 

“It’s yours, princess, and the only right thing to do with it is to get to know it and soak it with your heavenly sent sweet juice,” Bellamy said as he brushed his tip against her entrance to watch her jump a little. 

“Let’s see who’ll win this fight,” Bellamy said right before pushing balls deep into her cunt as she screamed and scratched at his chest and abs, feeling the pain but pleasure. 

“N-No, this is too much!” She whined as she tried pushing away from Bellamy but he’s not waiting any longer. Bellamy gripped y/n’s neck, placed his hand next to her ok the bed to keep himself up, and began to thrust. 

“Bellamy, Bellamy! Fuck, please! Please, Bell,” y/n moaned loudly, surprised at her language and the nickname she called him. “What’s wrong baby? You can finally not take something?” He laughed in her face. 

“You’ve been stabbed, shot, thrown off of hills I heard and you can’t take a cock?” Bellamy teased as he sped his thrust. “You can’t take a simple fucking cock, but you can take all of this other shit!?” He shouted at her. 

“You’re so pathetic,” growled in her face as her eyes rolled back and her moans got trapped by his tighter grip around her neck. “And you’re about to cum? Didn’t know you were a little slut to degrading, with the title you hold,” Bellamy chuckled as she squeezed his cock. 

“I-I’m not,” she whined, which broke into a moan as she came around Bellamy’s thick cock. “Fuck, yes. Cum on my fucking cock and I might treat you better when I fuck your little body,” Bellamy grinned down at her. 

“Bellamy,” y/n moaned as she softly grabbed his face and fucked up onto him. Oh, you’re horny? You like it, huh?” Bellamy asked, very surprised that she’s feel comfy with this so fast. 

“Y-Yes, I like it,” she whined. Y/n tried pushing Bellamy to the side but he was too strong. He watched her struggle until he let her overpower him and climb onto him. 

“Oh, shit,” Bellamy said shocked as y/n grabbed his cock and lined herself up to her own entrance until she dropped down on him with a loud moan. “Fuuuucck!” Bellamy bucked his knees. 

“So sexy,” Bellamy growled as he pulled y/n’s shirt and bra off. “Ride me, baby,” Bellamy said. Y/n didn’t waste any time to start. The moans leaving her mouth were nonstop. Her rhythm is as well. 

“You ride so good baby. All of that adrenaline in this sexy little body, coming to life,” Bellamy wrapped his large hands around her waist to help her. He gave her ass some smacks here and there, only making her sex drive higher. 

“Never knew your tits were so beautiful,” Bellamy grabbed one for a few seconds then began to pinch her nipple to give y/n a better feeling. “Bell,” she moaned as she leaned down in his face. 

“Right there,” he said, feeling his orgasm right around the corner. She stuffed his mouth with y/n’s free nipple and began sucking, only having her cum for the 3rd time with a wilder shake. 

She still tried to ride him but soon stopped as Bellamy held her down with one of his hands on her waist. Bellamy groaned loudly as he released a big load into y/n. He’s never shaken before. But this time it felt too good to hold still. 

Both pulled each other closer together as they rode out their orgasm together.

After cleaning each other up and talking about what the two should do further, they decided to officially be something. 

Y/n had to explain to Bellamy that if she were to date someone, within a month, they’ll have to do a traditional marriage because of her title of the leader. 

Bellamy couldn’t have had better news said to him. It was one thing for him to be her boyfriend but officially making her his is something he thought he’d have to wait years for. No, he doesn’t. 

Y/n and Bellamy lived life to be the best couple anyone could have imagined. They’ve grown both of their people closer and helped generations of people understand that no one is truly your enemy unless you make them out to be. 

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[twirlywhirlywriting]

What Would I Do Without You?

I finally did it!!! This was definitely a challenge for me as a writer. I am mostly used to female submissives so this was a huge change! I hope you all like it, I worked really hard on it! Here you go, my loves, submissive John Murphy!

Title: What Would I Do Without You?

TAGS/WARNINGS: 18+ Minors DNI, Smut, Sub!Murphy x Dom!/Reader, Reader’s POV, Fem Reader, Use of Y/N, Cussing, Soft Dom, Mistress Kink, Obedience, Reassurance, Strip Tease, Kissing, Praise, Fingering, Oral (f receiving), P in V (unprotected), Orgasms, Soft Edging (literally one time), Handjob, Slight Mess, Aftercare, Mentions of Love

The first thing that I need to point out before telling you anything, is that John Murphy is mine. He is the love of my life, he is my best friend, he is my baby. He’s my submissive, my fuck toy, my good boy, just mine. I know that when you look at us, we seem like any other “power couple” who are really just giant assholes who don’t care about anyone else but each other. But really, he’s just trying to give the people what they want, and well, I can’t help myself from being protective of him and his feelings. 

The only reason he is being so forceful in making everyone take off those stupid wristbands is because no one wants the fuckers who put us down here to follow us. We don’t deserve to be prisoners. We are lucky none of us are 18, otherwise we’d all be dead anyways. But they put us on this dropship without our permission. They are the ones who didn’t know if they were killing us or not. And now we have the entire Earth to ourselves. The last thing that any of us want is for those stupid assholes to follow us down and take control again, or worse, call us criminals again. We deserve this whole goddamn Earth to ourselves, we were the ones who were going to die for it if it turned out to be uninhabitable anyway. 

Most people understand this and are happy to take off the damn wristband-tracker-whatever the fuck they are. If everyone on the Ark thinks we died, they won’t follow us and we will finally be free. But Clarke and her stupid boy toy followers are making things way harder than they need to be. They’re being dicks to John, my John. I can’t stand it. 

“Stop it, Murphy! Everyone, you have to stop taking those off, the Ark has to know we’re alive!” Clarke screams at John over the fire. Maybe he is being a little bit intense, not letting anyone get dinner until they allow him to remove the wristband. But it’s for their own good! How can that bitch not see that? 

“No one wants the Ark to know we’re alive, Clarke. We want to be free. We deserve to be free.” He retorts, then turns to everyone, “Do you want to be the Ark's prisoners again? For doing nothing? For saving their asses and getting nothing in return?” He yells, and everyone around boos at Clarke; she and Wells look like they’re about to pop their top. 

She grabs a piece of meat anyways and starts eating, then glares at him. “No rules, right? Screw you, Murphy.” His eyes look like he’s ready to kill her, but I know that look. When he looks murderous, he’s really just sad, or scared, or something. Maybe angry too, maybe a bit murderous, but mostly sad. And that makes me fume. 

I hand my food to John and stand up. Yanking the food back from Clarke, I step right up to her and get in her face. “You know you can’t do that shit. Chaos is good, but you’re just being fucking stupid. He’s helping people, whether you realize it or not. You, Wells, and Finn can all just go on your merry fucking way and find your own food. We’ll get your wristbands later.” She looks like she’s about to throw a punch, but Finn stops her and pulls her away. I’m still fuming, who does she think she is? Finn is right, she is a fucking princess. Wells and Clarke think they get to decide all the rules just because his Daddy and her Mommy are in charge up there. Well, they’re fucking wrong. 

As I sit back down, John gives me back my food. We are both still so pissed off at the whole situation, and not just because of right now. Clarke and those stupid boys are always getting in John’s way. They truly think they can lead us! While I sit here thinking about how fucked up it is, John grabs my hand and brings it up to his lips, planting the softest kiss. I know he’s trying to calm me down, even though he’s just as mad as I am. He’s so fucking sweet. He could be ready to kill someone and when he looks at me or touches me, it is always so soft and loving. He treats me like a queen no matter how he feels. 

I smile at him and when I catch his eyes, I can tell he needs a break. He is trying so hard to keep his cool in front of everyone, but I can tell the frustration of the day and that encounter is getting to him. I quickly shove the last bite of food into my mouth and lead him to our tent with his hand in mine. I’m going to take all of his thoughts and make them melt away, I know just what to do.

The second we get inside, he asks, “Am I doing something wrong?” and I shake my head and smile at him, staring into his gorgeous blue eyes. You may think he likes to take charge with the way he acts around other people, but you’d have it all wrong. He needs the release of not having to make choices. To listen to someone else for a change, have someone else be responsible for him when no one is watching.

“No baby boy, nothing wrong at all. You’re perfect.” I kiss him on the lips, then kiss both of his cheeks, and when I look into his eyes again, I can’t take it. He’s just so hot, standing there and waiting to react to my every move. I kiss him again, harder this time, moving my hands up under his shirt a little to glide my hands along his stomach and chest. He grabs me by my waist and kisses me back deeply, stifling a small moan. I know he wants me. I grin and look up to him, putting my hand on his cheek softly. “What does my good boy want, hm?” 

He bites his lip and looks into my eyes, knowing just the right words to say. “I want to make you feel good, Mistress. I just want to feel you all over me. I want to feel you on my hands, my lips, my tongue, I want to please you with every part of me.” It’s hard for me to keep my composure when he says such yummy words.

“And you can have me. But not yet. Sit on the bed, for now you only get to watch.” He immediately obeys, sitting on the bed with his eyes glued to me. I slowly take off my shirt, much slower than normal, feeling his eyes look over every inch of my stomach, my ribs, my tits, my collarbone and neck, and finally my face again. With my pants, it’s the same thing. I turn around this time though, giving him a full view as I bend over and let him watch every part of my ass and legs become exposed. I peel my underwear off too, giving him just a quick peek of my pussy before standing up and turning around again. 

Instead of letting him touch me like he asked for, I smirk at him, trailing my hands up my stomach and start squeezing my tits, then trailing my fingertips around my nipples until they get hard. I love watching him practically drool, watching his pants get tight, his hands grabbing onto the sheets to stop himself from leaping up and grabbing me.  

I move a hand down my stomach, across my hips, parting my legs just enough to let my hand slip between them. I keep one hand squeezing my tit and sometimes pinching my nipple, letting the other hand glide along my slit, then I start to slowly rub my clit. I lean my head back and moan, wondering just how much this is killing him and enticing him to watch. After maybe a minute or so, I pull my hand back up, stare straight into his eyes, and lick the wetness off of my fingers. His face flushes, and I ask him, “What is it? Do you want a taste too?” 

He stumbles over his words as though he couldn’t get them out fast enough, “Yes, Mistress, please let me taste you.” It makes me feel so warm inside when he says these things. Of course, I’ll give him what he wants. I walk towards him, put a foot up onto the bed to give him a better view, and slide a single finger inside of myself. When I pull it out, it’s glistening. It’s fucking teasing me to do this too, but I love seeing how much he wants me. 

“Open.” I demand as I put my finger up to his lips, and he does so immediately. I slide my finger in his mouth, and he is happy to suck my finger clean. “Good boy, you are so patient. You get to touch me now.” I lay down onto the bed, “Whatever you want to do to start with, baby, you earned it.” 

He climbs on top of me, kissing my neck oh so gently, it almost tickles. He works his way down to my chest, and as he does so, his kisses become more erratic and have more pressure. He gets to my tits, and uses his tongue to circle my nipple, using a hand to follow suit on my other nipple. I close my eyes to fully enjoy the sensations, combing my fingers through his hair as he does this.

After a little bit of this, I feel my wetness and the tingle of desire a bit too intensely. “Okay, I need you on my pussy, right now.” The end of my sentence is almost a growl, I didn’t realize how fucking wet I was until it hit me like a brick wall and I couldn’t wait a single second longer. 

“Yes Mistress, of course.” He scoots back on the bed, wetting two of his fingers using my own juices, sliding one in and pumping a few times before adding the second. He starts kissing my clit, just warming me up as he continues to slowly pump his fingers in and out, just barely curling his fingers up at the last second of every thrust, only a whisper of a touch to my g-spot. Even with how soft he’s being, my breathing quickens. He’s not one to need too much direction on exactly how to please a woman. He doesn’t start off too fast, and he definitely knows where all the good spots are. Whether he’s naturally gifted, or if he’s practiced, I’ve never cared to ask. He’s all fucking mine and that’s the only thing that matters to me. 

“You’re doing so good, baby, you’re such a good boy for me, that’s just right.” I coo at him, making sure every second that he knows just how good he’s making me feel. 

His kisses on my clit slowly turn into kisses with tongue, and that turns into pressing his tongue into me with the tiniest of suction of his lips, letting go with a tiny pop every time. As his kisses change into this, his fingers start working faster, and the second he feels my g-spot swell, he starts fully curving them into that wonderful “come here” motion as he pumps them in and out of me. His tongue gets faster as well, consistent stimulation with suction every few seconds, it’s perfect. I grip the sheets with one hand and his hair in another, unable to control how loud or often I’m moaning. I can barely talk anymore, but I mumble out a “Good boy, just like that!” 

It only takes a couple of minutes before my orgasm comes to the brink, my legs shaking and the world around me practically spinning as I hit my peak. When it calms down, I grip his hair tighter and pull him up to me in a sloppy kiss, both of us breathing heavily. “Am I making you feel good, Mistress? That was good?” He asks me, and my heart melts. He is probably the only guy in the world to make a girl cum that hard and not be full of himself about it. He wants reassurance that he’s doing things just how I like them. Fuck, I love him. He is going to be mine forever, I swear to God. 

“Yes, you are doing so good, baby boy. I’m going to keep you mine forever. Understand?” I look into his eyes so that he knows that isn’t just pillow talk, that he really is mine. Forever. 

He nods with more enthusiasm than I’ve ever seen, and responds with the same seriousness in his voice that I had in mine. “Yes Mistress, I’m all yours, forever. You own me.” 

I give him one more kiss before switching our positions so that I’m on top of him now. “I need you to be inside me now.” I say as I slowly ease myself onto him, groaning as I feel the fullness inside of me. “It’s my turn to watch as you feel good, baby.” I say soothingly, before adding sternly, “now don’t you dare look away. I want to look into your eyes the whole time I’m making you feel good.”

He bites his lip and nods, almost immediately moaning as I start riding him, slowly at first, moving my hips up and down, then back and forth, then a mixture of them all, in a circle. I love watching the sweat slowly build in his hair, watching the muscles on his chest and abs clench as I make him feel so good. I place my hand on his chest to give me better leverage to go faster, faster, and stop right as I see he is starting to get closer to his orgasm. 

Disappointment flickers in his eyes, but only for a moment, he knows I’m never going to fully deny him. He’s too beautiful and perfect to truly be mean. I lean down to give him a kiss, before whispering into his ear. “Now, you’re going to make me cum again. I’m going to stay still, and you are going to fuck me like this, exactly how I tell you to.” 

“Yes Mistress, I want to make you cum on me. Please tell me what you want.” He begs and I groan quietly, he’s too fucking good. 

I straighten back up and tell him to start off slow, which he does. He keeps his hands on my waist to help him gain leverage, and I trail my fingers along his chest and tell him constantly how good he’s doing, how much he’s pleasing me. I tell him to go faster, then to slow down, then to go deeper and harder, then faster, then slow again. He follows along with my words perfectly. I like to work myself up to the edge, not too fast, I want to enjoy every moment of this. But when I notice he is getting a little tired, I tell him to speed up and fuck me as hard as he can. 

My nails dig into his chest as I cum, my head falling back as I moan and my legs squeeze against his sides, making it harder for him to continue fucking me but he pushes through. When I look back down at him I smile at his flushed face, “Stop, baby. You can stop. You are such a perfect fuck toy. Now it’s finally your turn.” 

I start riding him again, keeping up with the quick pace and making sure I’m going all the way down, pushing all of him inside me with every hip thrust. I love watching him pant and whimper as he gets close to the edge. “Mistress, please, I-I-I’m close!” he says with urgency, and I get off of him and immediately jerk him off, keeping the pace as I watch him cum all over himself, biting my lip as I watch.

“Look at what a mess you’ve made, baby.” I tease, making him blush a little bit but he knows I’m not mad. I just love watching him make a mess everywhere, especially on himself. I quickly grab a rag and clean him up, first wiping the sweat off his brow and then cleaning up his chest. 

I lay down next to him, propping myself up on my elbow. I kiss him all over his face, a million times practically, whispering in a soothing voice “You are such a good boy,” and “You did such a wonderful job,” and “It’s all over now baby, I love you so much.” and “I’ll be right here to care for you, always.” in between the kisses being peppered all over his face. He snuggles into me, and I am happy to hold him, regulating my own breathing in order to help him regulate his. 

I stroke his hair, humming softly in a soothing lullaby I forgot the words to a long time ago, every once in a while kissing the top of his head. After a while, he looks up at me and asks, “Did you really mean it, that I’m yours forever? Because.. I want to be. I always want to be yours, Y/N. Always.”

I smile back at him, my heart melting all over again. “Whatever would I do without you, John? I love you.” 

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[alannacouture]

Clarke, Bellamy, and their friends have started building new lives on Sanctum, quickly becoming part of the new community that’s forming. A surprise awaits everyone, though, when an old tradition from Sanctum, Valentine’s Day, suddenly becomes the only thing anyone can talk about. Clarke, still struggling with the after effects of her mind and body being stolen, doesn’t much care about this new holiday, but Madi is determined that her mom has a wonderful Valentine’s Day (and will find Clarke a Valentine herself if she’s not going to do it). Clarke might not be ready for Sanctum’s huge Valentine’s Day celebration, but Madi and Bellamy are determined to make it a night she never forgets…

Full disclosure: I’m suffering from the worst writer’s block right now, so this was written in about three hours and I don’t know if I like it. But it’s a holiday and I was hoping writing this would motivate me to start working on all my WIPs (I’m still working on a sequel for “i’ve got you for that”, a prompt from a reader on Ao3, and about six other projects I really want to finish). So please come check this out and leave me some positive reinforcement so I’ll actually start writing my other works. Happy Valentine’s Day, fellow Bellarkers! ❤️❤️❤️

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

hi! im going to actually send this request in. i’ve typed in like 10 of them but i’ve been too anxious to actually hit “ask” LMAO

request: john murphy but any character is fine, fluff/angst, one bed trope, (20) “why do u feel the need to specify we’re just friends?”

I'm so sorry for not replying for so long, shit has been h e c t i c.

But here! I hope you like it, I've never written anything for John before but he does have a soft spot in my heart.

When John and I realized that there was no getting out of the lighthouse, we both went through a variety of emotions- including all five stages of grief. And where I struggled with bargaining and depression, he was nothing but angry for the first few days.

I understand that it's possibly the worst situation we ever could've gotten ourselves into and curiosity definitely killed the cat in this situation. We weren't mentally prepared to be stuck together for an unforeseeable amount of time but, at least in my eyes, he wasn't the worst person to be trapped with.

But as a week or two passed, we both realized that we weren't getting out and we just kind of settled. We ate and slept in our own areas of the bunker, we talked occasionally but we really didn't go out of our way to have conversations regarding our situation or the outside world.

You'd never believe us if we told you we've been friends for years because right now, we can't be any closer than strangers.

"Hey." My head whips around from my solitaire match to see him standing above me, a bashful smile on his lips as he shoves his hands into his pockets. "Can't sleep?"

"Me? Sleep- no." I huff, reaching up to rub my eyes tiredly, a yawn leaving me as I fall back onto the couch. He stands over me, leaning into the couch as his eyes flicker over me, his lips tugging down into a small frown.

"Anythin' you, uh, need to talk about? Get off your chest?" His offer makes me weary, my brows pulling together in confusion with a sarcastic scoff.

"So now you wanna talk?" His eyes roll at my jest but it makes me angry that he's suddenly cooperative after so long of just dealing with my presence. He sneaks around the slide of the couch, sitting down on the arm rest as he gives me a small shrug.

"No, I want you to sleep." He mutters, looking down at his hands as I blink dumbly at him. "Startin' to worry about you. You've been up the last few nights too." I know he's right, I haven't slept in days and there's no reason why. Maybe it's because I can hear John screaming every night from the nightmares that are flashing through his mind, maybe it's because I want nothing more than to reach out to him, to offer comfort.

Or maybe it's because I'm trapped with him.

"I just haven't been very comfortable-"

"Then take the bed-"

"No because if I take the bed, you're going to be all grumpy. God forbid you don't get your beauty sleep." I huff but instead of getting angry, he laughs loudly and tosses his arms up in the air.

"Oh my go- shut up, take the bed, share it with me. I don't care. You need to sleep." He chuckles, reaching forward to grab my hands in his, pulling me off of the couch and up. I look up at him with a tilted look, squinting my eyes at him as his eyes shift back and forth between mine.

"You wanna share the bed?" I ask simply, but his offer makes my chest feel a bit lighter and my overall sense of fear lessen a bit. The thought of curling up beside him, talking to him, feeling close to him like we used to be- it sounds comforting which is something we both need.

"You act like you haven't thought about it." He flirts, sending me a wink as he pulls me back towards the bedroom, swaying our arms in between us as I snort.

"Shut it, Murphy." He grins wickedly, his tired eyes softening as he looks over his shoulder at the bed and he cradles the back of my head and pushes me past him gently. "I'm taking the right side, don't argue and don't touch me." I shove him out of the way with a loud giggle, tossing myself down onto the bed as it coddles my sore, tense muscles.

"You got it." He smiles, pulling his shirt over his head as he flicks off the lights, just in time to shield the flustered look on my face, my eyes immediately averting from him.

He slips down next to me with a relieved sigh, not bothering to give me another look as he slips under the blankets and it takes me a moment to follow him, slipping timidly beneath the sheets. I curl up onto my side without another word, cradling my knees to my chest as John shifts behind me.

I feel his presence behind me, his back only inches from me but then I feel his hand move beneath the blankets and rest on my waist. He scoots towards me, close enough for me to feel his breath on the back of my neck.

"You're touching me." I mutter, craning my neck to look back at him as a small smile stretches across his lips, his hair falling in his face.

"I know." He whispers, his head bobbing in a nod as his chin moves to rest on my shoulder. "Do you want me to stop?" He asks, brows furrowing in confusion as his hand lifts tentatively from my side but I just move back into him.

"No thank you." He relaxes against me, the weight of his chest against me making my heart rate calm and spinning thoughts slow a bit. For the first time in weeks, I actually begin to feel sleepy, my heavy and sore eyes finally shutting as he whispers.

"We're friends, Y/n. Coulda just told me you needed me." He hums, soothing his hand up the expanse of my waist, down to my hip.

“Why do you feel the need to specify we’re just friends?” I ask, slowly flipping around in my spot to look at him, my hands instinctively reaching out to rest on his chest, drawing circles on his pale skin.

"Well then what are we?" He asks with a small smirk on his lips and I can't fight the smile that takes over my expression, my eyes bashfully flickering away from him.

"I don't know- more than that, I think." I mumble nervously, my eyes fluttering shut as he laughs and tugs me into his chest.

"Yeah? Well, looks like we've got plenty of time together to figure that shit out."

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[she-who-the-river-could-not-hold]

[fated] happenstance

a Bellarke, Soulmates AU for my 1.5k Follower Celebration | rated: T | oneshot, wc: 10.8k | tags: modern au, soulmarks, bed sharing

Clarke desperately needs to get away. Mainly to finish her series of paintings, but also to nurse the sting of a still aching break up. It’s not easy having a soulmark and dating someone without one, so needless to say it’s an ugly breakup and she just wants to get over it. When Octavia offers her family’s small cabin to her for the week, Clarke immediately jumps on it. 

Too bad Octavia forgot to run it by her older brother––who is also hiding out there to get his own work done after a bad breakup. 

But maybe fate has a hand in things more than either of them are prepared to accept.

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[honestlydarkprincess]

help me to help myself

bellamy x clarke || rating: explicit || wc: 3.8k

Agreeing to live with Bellamy was not, objectively, one of Clarke’s better ideas. Crushing on her college roommate’s older brother turned best friend? An even worse idea. They had been best friends for years now and the pining was getting a bit ridiculous.

Clarke was very aware that she could just tell him how she felt, see if he felt the same way and go from there, but every time Clarke tried, she chickened out. Even the thought of it sometimes was enough to scare her off. Bellamy was one of the most important people— if not the most important person— in her life. Losing him was not an option so she kept her feelings bottled tight.

The problem? Everything Bellamy did made her horny.

Or, Clarke is having a difficult time getting there and Bellamy offers to lend a hand.

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#jess does kinktober #jess.writes #jess.fics #bellarke #bellarke fic #bellarke fanfiction #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #bellamy x clarke #clarke x bellamy #the 100 #the 100 fic #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[probably-voldemort]

whiskey in a teacup

a clarke x murphy fic - rated T

Murphy was going to die. Any day now it was going to happen. He hadn't really come to terms with dying in a creepy lighthouse basement. He's always thought he'd have a more exciting death. But he had an unlimited amount of whiskey and a stomach that hadn't tasted even a crumb in days, so it wasn't like he was really sober enough to put too much thought into how he was going to die.

And then he starts hallucinating Clarke, who is convinced she's the one hallucinating him, and suddenly dying drunk in a lighthouse bunker isn't as boring a way to go as it had once seemed.

Written for Round 1 of @troped-fanfic-challenge's Troped Timeloop event! Shoutout to @thelittlefanpire and @dylanobrienisbatman for hosting! Always a super fun time!

[link in reblog]

#the 100 fanfiction #the 100 fanfic #the 100 fic #clurphy #clarke griffin #john murphy #clarke x murphy #troped #troped timeloop

[z00oo1]

Bellarke Fic Recommendation

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Oneshot @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky 

Clarke is in a coma after Gabriel removes the chip.

Oneshot @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky

Clarkewho managed to grab control from taking herself and Josephine out as a way to eliminate the chip altogether.

Oneshot @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky

I wish you would write a fic where it took so long for the gang to figure out Clarke wasn’t Clarke

Ao3

Ark Descending by warmfluffypastries

What happens if the Ark didn't come down at the end of season 1?

Burning Up by PenguinsofProse

Clarke makes it back to the rocket just in time, but with radiation sickness.

Love Hurts by diemension

Modern AU. Clarke deals with the repercussions of a lie Finn tells.

Welcome to Earth by marauders_groupie

Bellamy of the Shallow Valley clan has to marry Death herself: Wanheda.

Comic Hypocrisy by Gryffindor_by_birth

Until the Sun Makes the Hills its Grave by meliebee

It didn’t take long for Clarke to realise that something was wrong. No one else did, but she doesn’t expect them to because what's wrong isn't the planet, it's her.

Atone by @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky

A quick scouting mission turns into a fight for survival as Clarke tries to work through what she’s done – even if it means giving her life.

The Bruise Won't Heal by theinvisibledisaster

Some Things are Worth Dying For by Nyx_21

What if Bellamy stayed behind with Clarke when the rocket left?

And Now Your Home by asroarke

Grounder!Bellamy AU where Clarke finds out she isn't the last person left on Earth.

I'm on my knees your faith in shreds by stoneage_woman

As the last survivors of humanity try to make a fresh beginning on a new, deserted planet, Bellamy tries to find his way back to a lonely, distant Clarke.

Tell Me How it Really Feels by skittishasakitten

To dwell in dreams and remember how to live by PenguinsofProse

Clarke wakes up on the Eligius ship after twenty years in cryosleep, and it turns out that Sanctum and Bardo were all part of a horrific nightmare.

Eden by ohsupernaturall

Alternate universe where Bellamy stays behind for Clarke when Praimfaya hits.

Show Me What your Looking For by bitscrawford

Sanctuary by abitcfstardust

Bellamy had lost Clarke more times than he could count. He wouldn't let Josephine Lightbourne get her away from him one more time.

Wake Up by HiatusMusings

When Clarke stays in Arkadia after crushing the mountain she thinks she can still hide from those that looked to her.

Yours Truly by virgohotspot

Or, Serial Killer!Clarke is engaged to Horror Writer!Bellamy. She's determined to hide the monster she thinks she is for the man that she loves.

We keep doing better by sobsicles

Or, the one where Bellamy and Clarke are stranded together on the last inhabitable patch of earth for six years and seven days.

Tear me to pieces by MABlake

Murphy discovers that Echo tried to choke Clarke before they left the earth and nobody had told him

We are Strangers Drawn Together by whatspastisprologue

Perhaps, after the mountain, Clarke, Bellamy, and the Delinquents can finally find peace and a true home on the ground.

#the 100 #bellarke #bellamy x clarke #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #the 100 fic

[vivitalks]

"I'm leaving," Clarke says one day. She stares through the gaps in the fence to the grass and trees beyond. “For real this time. I can’t stay here, and I can’t come back.” Bellamy stands like a sentry at her shoulder. “I understand.” And she knows he does. Maybe that’s why this time, she turns to him and says, “Come with me.”

post-s3 canon divergent bellarke for your soul

#clarke griffin #bellamy blake #bellarke #bellarke fic #the 100 #the 100 fic #fic #my fic #my writing #gay fear!!! #this is so long and i spent so much time on the formatting #okay it's not that long #but it's long for me #definitely the longest thing ive written in recent memory #and especially in such a short time #thank you nanowrimo for getting me to finish it honestly #stuff #anyone else think these two should kiss? lmao

[inmyownlaine]

John Murphy x Reader: With Me

GIF//

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1039

Part: 2/2

Might want to read: Please Stay Part 1/2

Summary: Murphy has miraculously recovered from his bullet wound. He doesn’t remember much about the attack, but he does remember something much more important.  ──────────────────────────────────────────────────

It was lunchtime when you heard the news. Jackson ran to your room just as you were getting ready to leave. You ran upon hearing the words, leaving Jackson in the dust. The doors flung open as you bolted in the medical bay, startling Abby.

She gave a soft smile as you hastened your way to the back. It was where all the recovering patients were meant to go. Murphy was the only one.

And there he was. Slightly upright in a tilted bed. Breathing deeply through the tube in his nostrils. New IVs placed in his arms. Shirtless except for the bandage covering his gaping wound.

You gathered yourself quickly before entering the room. A sting of tears hitting your eyes as you approached him cautiously. Murphy’s eyes flicked in your direction. Even in his fragile state he heard every single movement.

“Hey,” he greeted weakly, lifting up two fingers in an attempt to wave. His eyes were barely open but they brightened at the sight of you. 

“Hi,” you replied breathlessly. Tears fell down your face as you sat on the gurney beside him. You had waited so long for him to wake up. To be able to say anything to you. Now that he could, you were at a loss for words. Not for lack of conversation, but in awe at how incredible he was.

You had visited Murphy every day since the incident. You ate breakfast right beside him. Told him stories in the afternoon. Accidentally fell asleep while rubbing his forehead. But the last time you saw his blue eyes was when they were rolling in the back of his head. Bloodshot and strained.

You couldn’t believe he pulled through. 

“I’ve been out for a while.”

“A couple weeks,” you told him.

“So they say,” he responded, the sign of a smirk threatening to appear.

Looking over him yet again caused another wave of sadness. You could remember a time when Murphy was sturdy and unmoving. Taking on the world by storm and barrelling through anyone in his way. All you could think of now was how feeble and helpless he appeared. And it was because of you.

“Oh, Murphy,” you cried, burying your face in the palms of your hands.

“I’m okay,” he insisted.

“You’re not. And I’m sorry.”

“What are you apologizing for?” he asked. “If Abby would let me out of his damn bed I’d be doing cartwheels right now. I feel great.”

You laughed in spite of the shame. A nice, deep hole to burrow in sounded perfect right about now. But you couldn’t leave Murphy like this. And despite your failed attempt to keep him alive, you knew he didn’t care. He was just happy that you were here.

“Come here,” he told you, motioning lightly to his bed. You crawled in beside him, ducking under the many contraptions hooked to his body. Moving carefully and thoughtfully so as not to hurt him. Your head finally found its resting place on his shoulder.

You would never tell Murphy, but this wasn’t the first time. There had been many sleepless nights that you laid beside him. Apologizing and sobbing and blubbering until the sun rose in the east. Leaving his sheets covered in pure sorrow.

None of those nights felt good. Not even comforting, like they were intended to. They just got you by. It was nothing to how you felt right now. A wave of relief crashing over you like the morning tide. You could breathe. Murphy was going to survive.

Murphy’s pale lips pressed against your head. His hand painting circles on your upper arm. “I don’t remember what happened.”

“Maybe that’s a good thing,” you said gently.

“Maybe,” he agreed. “But there is one thing…”

You hoped he couldn’t recall being shot. Gasping for air. Being carried into the infirmary. All the pain he experienced, you wished for it to be washed from his mind.

“You told me you loved me. Right before I left,” he whispered.

You nodded your head against his skin. “I did. And you said it back.”

“If that’s the only thing I can remember,” Murphy sighed, wrapping his other arm around you. “I’m okay with it.”

There was so much more to be said. Lots of time to make up. But Abby walked into the room with Jackson in tow. He carted in bandages, medicines, and syringes. You cringed at the sight of them.

“Sorry to interrupt, but it’s time to give him his medicine,” Abby said.

“I think I’m fine,” Murphy told her, catching sight of an especially large needle. You chuckled as you pushed off the bed, hopping onto the floor.

“Not quite,” Abby replied. She started to put on her gloves while Jackson prepped the surgical tray. Upon sight of the vials, you realized they were putting him to sleep. You assumed he needed his wound cleaned out and his lungs scanned. Not to mention the other various injuries he sustained that needed to be tended to.

You watched as they placed a mask over his nose and mouth. It clouded on contact with Murphy’s breath. And though you knew he was in capable hands, an unreasonable fear creeped over you. One that convinced you he might not wake up again.

“Bye, Murphy,” you muttered, blowing him a kiss. Mouth quivering as you tried to fill your head with positive thoughts. But really the only thing you wanted was to be here with him.

 “I love you,” you proclaimed for the second time in your life. As you felt it roll off your tongue, it felt heavier than it did the first time. Loaded. Almost like it meant even more. 

Murphy reached out for you. His hand brushed against yours. Trying hard to grasp onto your fingers.

His eyelids fluttered, fighting the urge to go under. He opened his mouth slowly, just getting out a few words before he left you once again.

“You saved me,” he spoke softly.

“Abby did,” you admitted, a light blush appearing on your cheeks.

“I promise. It was you.” He swallowed heavily, letting his head drop to the side. Murphy let out a loud exhale before falling once more into a deep sleep.

#john murphy #john murphy fanfic #john murphy imagine #john murphy fic #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 fic #the 100 imagine #The 100 #john murphy fluff #the 100 fluff #love #writing #john murphy x reader

[darnell-la]

Can we get more bellamy blake

Y/n’s pov

I’ve never felt so unhappy in my life. Clark had the whole group, me, Octavia, Raven, Echo, and a few other girls, sit down so she could tell us the news. She and Bellamy are officially dating.

All of us except for Octavia, always talk about how in love we are with Bellamy. How can you not? He’s a leader, he’s fit, his voice is the most attractive thing I’ve heard, his hair is always amazing and he looks at every girl like he’s in love with them.

The only girl he’s ever been touchy with was Clark. That’s when the group started to back off and I began to think I wasn’t enough. Clark would even tell me herself that I’m not his type. I should have listened to her.

“I can’t wait to see little Clark’s and Bellamy’s!” Echo said, making us all laugh. I fake laughed. Clark didn’t stab me in my back but she knew I always had something for Bellamy way before he got hot. It feels like as soon as I told her, she started liking him as well.

“Speaking of the devil. Here he comes,” one of our friends said as Bellamy came up behind Clark and hugged her tightly. That’s when my heart shattered. He looked so happy.

Bellamy had whispered in Clark’s ear for about a minute, probably asking about the party later tonight. Clark had stared at me for a few seconds of that time but maybe that’s because I’m Monty and Jasper's only friend around here.

“Everyone’s coming to the party tonight, right?” Clark asked. “Yeah!” We all replied. Bellamy nodded his head and then turned around to leave but Clark held him back. She pulled him in by his waist and pressed her lips on his. She looked to the side, making sure all of the girls saw how lucky she is.

We all clapped and yelled as I faked it. Octavia can probably tell, but she knows not to ask about how I feel. She knows how I feel about Bellamy already and Clark doing everything better than me, any chance she gets.

“Oh, I’m doing great!” I fake smiled as I held up my cup. “Doesn’t seem like it. You’re drinking,” Monty said. “You never drink,” Jasper said. “C'mon, guys. It’s just one cup,” I said. “Yeah and when you said that 2 years ago, you kept filling that one cup,” Jasper said.

“I know, I know, but I won’t this time guys. I promise,” I said, knowing I shouldn’t have but I did to get them to not worry about me. Why can’t other people care about me and not the same three people?

“We’ll keep checking up on you,” Monty said then walked away with Jasper as I turned back around and leaned onto the bar table. “Another one?” The bartender asked. “Yeah,” I said, making it onto my 4th cup. Usually, I can take it but Monty and Jasper have found stronger berries throughout the years.

“So are you gonna keep drinking or come and dance with your friends?” Someone asked as they stood beside me. “Monty and Jasper will be just fine. They have each other,” I said my last sentence low and a bit slurred.

“I wasn’t talkin’ about them,” I slightly jumped at the low and deep voice of Bellamy speaking next to me. “O-Oh! Oh, then who?” I asked, placing g my drink to the side that I already almost gulped all down.

“Me,” he said. I’ve never considered him a friend. He’s more like a dying crush I want so bad but can’t have. “Didn’t know we were friends,” I awkwardly laughed, still keeping my eyes off of him, knowing his eyes are on me.

“Of course we are. You’re my girlfriend's, best friend,” he said causing my heart to drop. A chuckle slipped from his mouth like he saw my reaction and knew why I reacted the way I did.

“Oh, well, that’s good to know. I think I should get to Monty-“ I tried saying as I grabbed my cup and turned to leave but he stood in my way. “Why? I’m here. Plus, I’m a bit bored and like to be with you,” he said. “W-Well, there are other people for that. Like your girlfriend,” I said

I stepped to the side and then walked off, heating him chuckle one last time. “C'mon, y/n! I just wanna talk,” he said but I didn’t want to. I can’t even be around him anymore without thinking about him and Clark. Clark and him. Him and Clark.

I quickly made it behind the party, to my tent to be away from everyone. Why do I even go? I never talk to anyone and all I do is watch Bellamy dance or kiss one other girl. I’m 22 and still have a little boy crush. What’s up with me?

I changed into my night clothes then flopped on my bed and began reading a book I’ve been dying to finish. As I was flipping through my chapters, I got startled by someone coming into my tent.

“Hey? Hey dude, this isn’t your tent. Hey. Hey!” I yelled at the man as he sipped up my tent then turned around. It’s Bellamy.

“What do you want? You made the rule, no going into other people's tent without permission, Bellamy,” I said, not wanting him to see me like this. I don’t want to see him right now anyways. Too much has been going on.

“When it comes to you, I do what I want. Come here,” he demand, slightly intimidating me so I got up and slowly walked over towards him. “Don’t be scared, just come here,” he said as he pulled me into him by my arm.

“How many cups did you have?” He asked, making me roll my eyes. He’s touching my face and wishing my eyes, basically checking me like a doctor or parent. “Doesn’t matter. You’re not my dad,” I said, still staying still.

I quickly realized I should have answered correctly or ignored his question. Bellamy grabbed my face harshly, causing me to whine in pain. I tried pushing him off but he yelled at me to stop.

“How many, y/n,” he asked, sounding too serious for me to lie or ignore him. “One cup but I uh, I refilled it several times,” I said, making Bellamy sigh loudly and let my face go as he stepped back. He looked stressed.

“It’s not that serious, Bell. Look, I’m back in my tent, safe and sound. So you can go back with your girlfriend and kiss or something,” I said as I walked back over to my bed and sat down.

“Y/n, it’s not about me and Clark right now! It’s about you drinking Monty and Jaspers drink, knowing it’s too strong for you. I’ve seen you black out. And being blacked out in a not-so-secure tent is the last thing you and I need,” he said.

“Why you? It’s my problem if anything happens to me. Not yours,” I said. “Yes, it is!” He yelled as he sped up right in front of me at my bed. “You can’t just skip around here in these skimpy fucking clothes, drink till you’re defenseless, and come back to your tent alone. That’s a free game for anyone, y/n! You need to think!” Bellamy yelled.

“I’m not defenseless,” I said, crossing my arms in front of him. “Don’t start this shit, y/n. You can train all you want but sometimes, it just won’t help you. That’s how life is,” he said.

“I’m not defenseless!” I yelled at him. I got up and pushed Bellamy but he barely moved an inch. “I-I don’t wear skimpy clothes either!” I pushed him again, hoping he’d move this time but he quickly grabbed my wrists and turned me around.

Bellamy pushed me into my bed, making me dizzy. “You don’t wear skimpy shit? Then what the fuck is this?” Bellamy asked and before I could ask what he was talking about, Bellamy ripped my silk shorts off of me.

“No fucking underwear in these loose-ass short shorts. Fucking slut,” Bellamy chuckled in his last sentence. “Bell! Get off of me! What the fuck!?” I yelled, confused on why he was doing this. His girlfriend is my best friend.

“You like me around? I see how wet you are,” Bellamy said as he quickly slipped two fingers into my cunt, causing me to moan at the unexpected feeling of his thick fingers.

“Bellamy, stop it! You can’t just- You’re my best friend’s boyfriend,” I said as tears built up in my eyes. Why am I enjoying this? “Oh, really? You guys are? Then why are you so fucking wet,” he growled in my ear.

“Huh!? Tell me. I wanna know how your best friend's boyfriend is making you soak my fingers,” he teased in my ear, knowing I’m crying from pleasure and guilt. He loves it.

“C'mon, y/n. I wanna know what’s making my princess so wet. I’m not complaining, of course, I just really wanna know. It’s so hot. You’re so hot,” he groaned in my ear as I leaked down my legs.

“You think you can take me, baby? I need to get you use to me before people know we’re fucking. Can’t have them thinking you’re being murdered while I’m in your pretty little cunt,” he said as he fondled his belt and jeans.

“Wait, no- No, we can’t have sex. No one can know about this,” I said, trying to get up but he pushed my back down with the hand that was in me. “P-Please,” I cried, knowing I want this. I want him. I need him. I’ve needed him for too long.

“Thought you said you weren’t defenseless. Look at you now. Sobbing for my cock,” Bellamy teased. I went to try and get up again but quickly buried my face into my sheets as Bellamy pushed his cock all the way into me.

“Fuuuck!” I screamed into my sheets. “Oh yeah. This is what I needed,” Bellamy groaned as he began to thrust into me at a fast and hard paste. “Never knew your ass was this fat, baby. I have to see more of this. It’s already pulling me close to the edge,” Bellamy gave my ass a slap, causing me to let out a yelp.

“Fuck,” he groaned, grabbing my waist tightly to pull me into him like a sex doll. “Bell, B-Bellamy,” I moaned as my legs started shaking. “You’re so sensitive. Already going to have your second,” I could hear his cocky smirk.

“I knew you were slutty. By the way, you walk around in your tight fucking clothes. Fuck, I’m gonna milk you every day,” Bellamy gave my ass another slap, only sending another orgasm rushing over me.

“You’re mine, do you understand me. You fucking tell me. Tell me you’re mine while I cum in you, baby,” Bellamy breathed heavily in my ear. “Bell,” I moaned, feeling horrible but not at the same time. I wanted him first and Clark knew that.

“Tell me!” He growled in my ear as he gripped my neck and tugged my hair so that my head lifted back. “I-I can’t,” I cried as I grinded my ass up against him, riding out the pathetic orgasm that I so desperately needed as soon as he pushed his cock into me.

“Don’t say it in a few seconds, and I’ll cum in your face and make you go to the party,” he said, trying to keep his orgasm back. “Or better yet, I’ll stop right now, pull you to the party and make you get on your knees and finish on your face in front of everyone. Including Clark,” he mocked her name. He doesn’t care.

“Fuck, Bellamy! I’m yours! Fuck, I’m yours!” I moaned out loud as my body shook again. “Fuck, baby. Say it again. Tell me how much you want me to cum in your pretty tight pussy,” Bellamy groaned as he rubbed all over my body, still trying to fuck me with a good rhythm.

“Please cum in me, Bell. I need you,” I whined. “Only if we go to Clark tomorrow and show her how full I get you after morning sex. I know that bitch move she pulled and I played along. Just to get to you, baby. Just to get right here with me buried deep in your soaked pussy,” Bellamy whispered in my ear, causing me to cum all over his legs and mine again.

“O-Okay,” I whined, so dick-drunk that I barely noticed he admitted to getting with Clark just to get with me. “Mhm, fuuuck!” Bellamy groaned in my ear as he slowly thrusted into me as he filled me up until his cum leaked out of me.

“So fucking good, baby. You feel so fucking good,” he whispered into my ear as my eyes blurred out a bit from the amazing sex session and the alcohol still in my system.

“I’m sleeping here tonight. Tomorrow we’ll move all of your things to my tent. We can honestly combine our tents so we’ll have a bigger space,” Bellamy started speaking after he pulled out of me and pulled me into him as he laid back on my bed.

“Okay,” I smiled down at him. “Are you gonna continue being friends with Clark?” Bellamy asked, sounding worried. “No, especially not after this,” I giggled. “Good, because she’s been talking down on you for years and I couldn’t stand it. Only made me grow more love for you, actually,” Bellamy admitted.

“I’ve liked you for too long,” I laughed, embarrassed at how long it’s been. “Trust me, it’s cute and very noticeable,” he said. “What!?” I asked, making me laugh. “Hell yeah. You’re not slick at all,” he said, and I buried my face in his chest. At least he likes me back.

#bellamy blake #bellamy x reader #bellamy imagine #bellamy blake smut #the 100 bellamy #dark!bellamy blake #the 100 fic #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 smut #the 100 #smut #dom/Bellamy Blake #dominate #18+ content #18+ post #18+ only #18+ fic #18+ minors dni #18+ #minors do not interact #not safe for minors #minors fuck off #no minors please

[twirlywhirlywriting]

I'm going to be working on a Clarke Griffin (The 100) fic!!! Because honestly I am so disappointed with how little of her I'm seeing. Every time I search on here, only Bellamy comes up? She needs love!!! It'll be a Clarke x reader fic, female reader. Probably dom Clarke because, well, I said so. If anyone has specific desires for this fic then please send into my asks!!! I've got a LOT of inspiration for it but I'm always open to some more suggestions!

#the 100 #the 100 fic #the 100 fanfic #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 smut #clarke #clarke griffin #clarke the 100 #clarke griffin the 100 #clarke x reader #clarke griffin x reader #clarke griffin smut #clarke griffin fic #clarke griffin fanfic #clarke griffin fanfiction #clarke griffin xfem!reader #dom!clarke x sub!reader #dom!clarke griffin x sub!reader

[alannacouture]

Stay tuned on the 14th for my brand new Bellarke Valentine’s Day fic! Until then, please enjoy the two I wrote last year (and the moodboard I made) 💖💖💖

#the 100 #t100 #the 100 fanfiction #the 100 fic #t100 fanfic #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #bellarke #bellarke fanfiction #bellarke fic #bellarke moodboard #Bellarke Valentine’s day #the 100 edit #t100 edit #bellarke edit #clarke x bellamy #bellamy x clarke #eliza taylor #bob morley #bob x eliza #beliza #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #whatspastisprologue #alannacouture #ouat.t100.adow.sab.etc #ouat.t100.adow.dw.reign.etc #valentines day

[creativekha0s]

Chapter 10 is here, and it is probably to date one of the hardest chapters I’ve ever had to write. Read, enjoy, stay tuned…Clarke and Lexa will always find a way back to each other 💚💙

#writing #arkadia #clarke x lexa #clarke griffin #clexa #lexa woods #clexa au #clexa fanfic #the 100 clexa #the 100 #the 100 fic #clexa ao3 #clexa fanfiction #clexaforever #clexa fandom #clexa fic #clexa deserved better #Clexa always

[she-who-the-river-could-not-hold]

Hi. I was looking for a Bellarke fic on ao3 and I wanted to reach out since I feel like you’d know which one since you’re a huge Bellarke fan

It’s basically a fic where I believe Clarke and Bellamy meet in this bar, its kind of a dystopian/futuristic fic and they are forced to get married. I know Bellamy has like a ship and they are rebels, where Clarke joins them and they end up killing I think Josephine’s finance. Bellamy’s father ends up being this leader of the country and it turns out Bellamy is his son.

I remember reading it a while back but I can’t seem to find it. All the help would be appreciated!

Oh wow I wish I could help, that sounds like an awesome story!! I'm not sure I've heard of it though (though now I definitely want to read it as well).

Any of my Bellarke mutuals recognize the sound of this AU?

Update! It looks like it's "Saint of Lost Causes" by TotalBellarkeTrash! Not currently on AO3 anymore/at this time.

#bellarke #bellarke fic #clarke griffin #bellamy blake #the 100 #the 100 fic #emmarsblog #kathryn answers

[honestlydarkprincess]

cherish me as i sleep

bellamy x clarke || rating: explicit || wc: 1.6k

Bellamy and Clarke had a great sex life, Bellamy would admit that. He was never left wanting and they had fantastic communication.

However.

Bellamy could tell that Clarke was holding something back. Whenever he brought up new ideas for them in the bedroom she was all for it, but when he asked her if there was anything she wanted that she hadn’t gotten yet— well, she held back. Bellamy could see it in her eyes, there was something. He just couldn’t get her to tell him what.

He had resigned himself to the fact that he would probably never know. But one night curiosity got the better of him and as they were lying there in bed, he had turned onto his side, propping his head up and said, “Baby, can I ask you something?”

“Of course,” Clarke said, turning so she was facing him too, giving him her full attention.

“Are you sure there’s nothing that you want to do in bed that we haven’t done yet? I keep getting the feeling that you want something and I can’t figure it out.”

Clarke bit her lip, staring at him with a conflicted expression. “I— I guess there is something.”

Or, the one where Bellamy and Clarke try out a new kink.

read on ao3

#jess does kinktober #jess.writes #jess.fics #bellarke #bellarke fic #bellarke smut #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #the 100 #the 100 fic #kinktober #kinktober 2023