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How the Peaky boys would react to âyou wearing a sundressâ -> headcannon
(NSFW) but more implied then truly written, but still read at your own risk
TommyđȘ
đȘit was a hot day, and you were rummaging through your clothing chest to try find something suitable to wear to bear the heat outside.
đȘTommy had headed out early, business to attend to with Alfie Solomons.
đȘhe hadnât meant to wake you, trying to sneak around the bedroom to get dressed and get out of the house: especially after a⊠long night
đȘbut still, you stirred and whined âTom?â You breathe with a rasped voice âsâalright, back to sleep darlingâ he instructed but you endured, sitting up and stretching your arms high above your head and Thomas watched as the covers fell to reveal your bare torso and it took all his self control to stop salivating.
đȘyou climbed out of bed and threw the slip dress over your head, heading towards your husband who was buttoning his shirt in the mirror
đȘyou turned him towards you and swatted his hands away, and he allowed you to finish buttoning his shirt for him, finishing the top button and pulling the collar down to kiss him.
đȘâSolomons is coming by todayâ Thomas huffed and you looked up at him with narrowed eyes âlong meeting?â You ask and he shakes his head âshouldnât beâ you nod âdâyou want me to come by later? Bring you some lunch?â You ask and he connects his eyes with yours âyâknow yâworry me when you stay in there all dayâ you continue and he offers a small smile. âIâll take that as a yesâ you say, kissing the corner of his mouth and tapping his chest, ushering him out of the door. âGo on, shoo.â
đȘhe smirked and grabbed his cap on the way out, whistling as he went
đȘso there you were, already sweeting with mere silk on your body
đȘyou saw a dress with the tags still on, yellow and billowing at the bottom: sundress
đȘyou looked it over one before deciding it was the perfect choice for todayâs endeavours.
đȘyouâd nipped out to the market first, collecting some supplies to make him some soup or whatever you could conjure up.
đȘyou even grabbed some sunflowers too; having bought him a vase for his office, thinking it needed some life brought into it, given the volume of lives that were lost in that room.
đȘlater in the day you headed to Tommyâs office, assuming that his meeting must be done by now and to feed him.
đȘyouâd headed to the Garrison, greeting Harry and having a few wandering eyes following you as you approached the Blinderâs designated room, thinking nothing of it as you turned the door knob.
đȘTommy couldnât be mad at your intrusion for the sheer sight of you. His pupils blew out of his head as he looked you over, heâd never seen this dress before. Yet his jaw gritted at the way Alfred fucking Solomons had the same reaction.
đȘâoh Iâm so sorry gentlemanâ you said, pivoting to leave âno no, sweetheart. Alfie was just leaving. Werenât you?â Tommy asked and Alfie creased his brows but with the eyes his business partner was giving him told him everything he needed to know. âYeah yeah, just leaving Tomâ
đȘAlfie stood, to leave and smiled at you âlovely to see you, poppetâ Alfie said, youâd always gotten along with him; you hugged him as he welcomed it, and he grinned at you âyou look gorgeous you, yeah? Lovely new dress. Fabulous it isâ âfuck off Alfieâ âyeah yeah Iâm going, bye loveâ
đȘTommy looked you over as the door clicked shut with tight lips. âIâm sorry Tom I didnât think heâd still be here-â âhave you had that on all day?â He cuts you off and you raise your brows âthe dress?â âMhmâ âoh yeah, found it earlier. Never worn it.â You say, spinning to give him a giddy look at it.
đȘTommy couldnât help but smile âcâm ere.â He beckons you over and you approach him âI brought you some lunch-â you begin ânah, got all I need to eat right hereâ he says and grabs your hips, prompting you to discard your basket on his desk.
đȘhe sits back in his seat; opening his legs to pull you to stand between them. He gently takes the fabric between his fingers, then drags his hands so slowly up to your torso, not looking at your face. You fidget anxiously, his hands dragging back down to the hem of the dress.
đȘâdangerous wearing this, loveâ he says, dipping his hands under the dress to rest on your upper thighs, finally looking at you. You smile. He realises how easily the fabric is lifted, pushing you back to sit on his desk âcanât do this to yâold Tom and expect to get away with itâ he says, with a tut, unzipping his trousers and removing his suspenders as he pushes your underwear to the side.
đȘâIâm buying you more oâ these.â
Alfieđ§ž
đ§žAlfie was sat reading the newspaper in his armchair, Cyril asleep beside him when you came into the room.
đ§žâso, what do you think?â You asked and Alfie looked up but had to do a double take. A white sundress with frilled straps and tight torso. âBlimey poppet, whatâs this then?â He asked, dropping his glasses to the end of his nose to get a better look at you.
đ§žâa sundress Alf!â You say, âyâbought it last year, remember?â âThought Iâd remember buying something like this.â He says, standing to his feet, moving to take your hand in his own âgive us a spin then darlingâ he says, turning you as the fabric billowed as you went only for your gorgeous beaming face to return to him.
đ§žânow this is fucking fabulous ainât it darlinâ, fucking fabulous. Bloody love it. Suits you nicelyâ he mumbles as you smile âbut yâcanât wear itâ he says and your face drops âyâwhat?â You asks, brows furrowing. âYâaint givin yâold man heart palpitations and expecting me to let yâout of the house, flower. Not like thisâ he says sternly, wagging an accusatory finger at you.
đ§žâbut weâre got to go to the market-â you protest ânah, we ainâtâ he says, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder as you yelp. He flips the rim of your skirt up so he gets a great view of your ass, smacking it lightly âAlfie!â
đ§žâdonât think I wonât shag yâon these stairs, treacle, now let me get up the fucking stairs, yeah?â
đ§žthen later in the day when youâd finally manage to coax him off of you and out of the house to the market, there was a hand permanently on your waist. And then at some point you bent over to smell some flowers and Alfie couldnât help but lean his hips into yours. You yelped âAlfie!â You hissed. âCâmon love I canât cope.â He grunts, impatiently prompting the rest of the shopping to go by faster, flipping the skirt of the dress up again when he finally got back to the car.
Arthurđș
đșso. Fucking. Antsy.
đșcanât keep his fucking hands off of you.
đșleft early, didnât he? Ended up waking you up; banging all the doors shut and all that as he clambered out of the house.
đșyou decided that was your wake up call regardless, knowing full well that if heâd have left in a state such as the one he was in last night then it wasnât good business. Meaning itâd perk him up for you to visit him and calm down his anger during the day, even if it was only a chat to rectify his emotions.
đșyouâd gotten yourself dressed without a second thought, inly to do a double take and head right back into the house when you felt the sweltering temperatures outside the from door.
đșyouâd rummage through your clothing chest, struggling to find anything suitable for such an occasion, used to the drizzly cool downpour of the indefinite English winter.
đșthen you spotted it; the sundress
đșArthur had gone mad for it last year, and it was forgotten about at around Christmas time when it was way too cold for attire like that, but now was the perfect opportunity to wind him up again.
đșand you were in a teasing mood after the way heâd slammed the front door shut and made a crack in the mahogany.
đșso youâd slipped it on, it was a lovely shade of pink; baby pink to be exact. Arthur loved that colour on you, made him forget all his troubles and appreciate his woman for a while - especially when he couldnât get his hands off you. So, giving yourself a once over you spritzed a bit of the expensive perfume Thomas had kindly gifted you the Christmas prior, the one you knew Arthur liked the smell of, and headed out the door.
đșyou decided to stop by the bakery on the way to his office, the bakery with the young cashier who had a large crush on you who Arthur absolutely despised, and you knew itâd get him even more rilled up knowing full well that youâd been in that dress, had leant over the counter while the young lad stumbled over his words and explained what was in every one of them, let you sample the one that the lad knew full well was your favourite, and gave you it on the house with a tip on the hat and a kiss on the hand.
đșyeah this was turning out to be a pretty good day.
đșso you waltzed through the building, little spring in your step as you greeted all the turning heads who watched you as you walked.
đșyou knocked on his door âfuck offâ and you opened it âsorry Arth, thought youâd want some companyâ you say in the shyest voice you could manage to muster. His demeanour immediately changed when he heard your voice, his posture settled but when he looked at you his mouth ran dry.
đșâbrought you a bunâ you say, taking it out of the bag youâd brought and knew full well he looked at the branding on the paper packaging. His jaw went slack. âFuck me love, yâtryna kill me?â He asked, taking his cap off his head and shooting his head beneath it. âWhat do you mean, darling?â You asked, feigning innocence, heading to his desk as you placed the treat in front of him. âYou know fucking damn well what. That bastard dress is back againâ he says, grabbing your waist with calloused hands to bring you closer to him and he looked you over.
đșâwearing the nice perfume too, ainât ya love?â He asked meekly and you nodded âwarm day and I couldnât find anything else. Saw how quickly youâd left his morning so I thought Iâd bring you something to eatâ you say with a small, innocent smile as you stroked his cheek. He swallowed hard, eyes unwillingly shifting from you to the pastry on his desk.
đșâyâve been to that fucking bakery, ainât ya?â He asked, gritting his teeth âwell itâs your favourite-â âand that little bastard was serving wasnât he?â He asked again, eyes narrowing âwho? Daniel-â âyes fucking Daniel that little cock rocket who thinks he can get in your knickers thatâs whoâ he seethed.
đșthen it dawned on him. âAnd he saw you in this fucking thingâ he growled, bunching the pink material in his hands as he huffed âmâsorry Arth. Didnât thinkâ you reply. Liar. âNah I think you knew. Knew to tease yâold Arthur didnât you?â He asked, thumb drawing small circles into your waist. You replied with a small smile âI knew it! Yâlittle minx!â He chuckled, shaking his head.
đșâwell!âYou exclaim, taking his hands and prying them from your waist as his face dropped âIâll leave you be. Enjoy your pasty. Love you.â You say, turning to make your leave and he almost growled.
đșâwhere the fuck do you think youâre going?â He asked, standing up after you as you walked back through his door, failing to suppress your smirk. He pretty much sprinted after you, grabbing you roughly and throwing you over his shoulder to turn right back around and into his office. âGot all I want to eat right fucking âere. You ainât leaving this office in this bastard dressâ he promises, slamming the office door behind the two of you.
Johnđ„
đ„bold of you to think youâre even leaving the house with it on.
đ„heâs not like his brothers, he wouldnât leave without saying goodbye unless Tommy was literally at the door screaming for him, and even then he was quick to reassure you before he sprinted out the house.
đ„no he liked to wake up with you, especially now there were too many kids to count running around the house.
đ„he liked to wake you up with little kisses, grab you at the waist and pull you back into bed if you tried to leave, brush his teeth beside you in the bathroom, help get the kids ready, pick your outfit, and let you tie his tie which usually took a good half hour between all the songs heâd sneak in.
đ„gave him a sense of homeliness.
đ„a bit of normality.
đ„today was no different, heâd woke you up with little kisses, rolling you to sit on top of him, legs either side of his hips as he repetitively kissed you as you giggled and tried to rise for a breath.
đ„âmammy Iâm hungry!â A voice came from the doorway and you saw your agitated son pawing at his pyjamas as he looked at you desperately. âFucking kid interrupting. About to fu-â John mumbled quietly before you were placing a hand over his mouth with wide, warning eyes. He smirked at you. âAlright mate, Iâll come, leave your poor mammy aloneâ John answered, finally managing to pry your hand away. âThanks daddyâ he says, giddily, as John reluctantly placed you back in bed and rolled out, chucking a shirt on and turning back to you. âDonât moveâ he says, wagging a jokingly warning finger at you and you laugh âyes sirâ you salute and he smirk.
đ„âright câmon mate.â John says, grabbing your son and slinging him onto a piggy back to go grab him something to munch on.
đ„you practically jumped out of bed to go grab the new sundress that you bought last week, you hadnât shown John yet and decided that today was the day you were going to wear it, especially now you had the quick couple of minutes of peace alone.
đ„âright, littleâuns eating his breakf- fuck meâ you spun around to look at your husband and smiled âwhat dây think?â You ask, âgâi us a twirlâ he said, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. You did as he said and pivoted around, showing how the dress spun with you.
đ„âitâs a sundressâ you say âI can see that flowerâ he replies, walking up to you to have a good feel of the fabric, gliding his hands from your upper back to your waist as he pulls you into him âyâcanât wear thaâ.â He says simply and you giggle âwhyâs tha Johnny?â You ask and he raises his brows âthat little name tells me you know goddamn why gorgeous.â He says âyâcannea wear it cause Iâm not gonna be able to keep my hands off of ya.â He says, quickly turning to slam the door shut before picking you up and dropping you on the bed, climbing on top of you and leaning in to kiss you hungrily.
đ„you move to take the dress of and he shakes his head ânow, now whole point of this dress is that itâs easy access now, ainât it?â He hums âleave it on Iâll work around donât you worry âbout me.â He says quickly with his tongue protruding to lick his dry lips as he looks you over.
đ„he dips his head under the hem of the dress and eats you like a man starved. âMammy! Daddy weâre âungry!â You hear from beyond the door and John stops his movement to come back up for air and clamp a hand over your mouth to stop the sounds coming out of it. John huffs, frustrated but clears his throat. âHarriet darlinâ can you reach the milk?â He asks after a minute âI can daâ.â Her little voice replies âToby can you reach the cereal?â âUh-huhâ the other retorts. âGreat and Charlie? Bowls and spoons?â âYeah I know where they are daddy!â The little one says âperfect. Harriet want you to get the milk, the big âun Iâm not having you using up the fancy shit your mam bought from Camden. Yâhere me?â He asks âyeah dadâ âToby, grab the cereal and Charlie get the bowls and lot.â He instructs âokay!â The collective voices come out. âHannah need you to make sure itâs all gone to plan, alright hon?â He asks âsure thingâ then you hear the patter of feel heading down the stairs
đ„âand I swear to god if any of you little shits make a mess yâll all be up for the fuckinâ high jump!â He announces loudly, before quieting down and turning back to you âwhere were we?â
đ„and then when youâd finally managed to pry him off of you, he begrudgingly let you wear it âdonât forget weâre going to Aliceâs garden party.â You say âwhat?â He asks, noticing how youâve dressed all the kids appropriately âyâainât going looking like that flowerâ he says âI sure am. Come in you lot! In the car!â You say, ushering him out the door
đ„he managed to sneak you away one or two times at the party.
Bonnieđ„
đ„Bonnieâs just as bad as John
đ„cannot keep his hands off of you
đ„ââm takinâ yâ to Bonnie Goldâs fight.â Your brother said walking into the room âwear summot nice, that dress I bought youâ âwhy?â âJust get dressedâ you nodded at Tommy, not opposed to visiting Bonnie Gold any day.
đ„âis his sister coming?â Bonnie asked his dad hopefully and the man smirked âwhy?â âJâst wonderinâ.â âYeah well keep yâeyes on the prizeâ Aberama told him âshe is the fuckinâ prizeâ âtry keep yâhands off of âer until the fights over, yeah?â He asked and him and Bonnie just shared a knowing smirk.
đ„you put on the sundress Tommy had bought you the other week, deciding it was a nice enough day to have a breeze against your skin, plus you had a pair of lovely shoes to match.
đ„so you rocked up downstairs, dress on and ready to go and Tommy just gave you a once over âpoor lads gonna have a fuckinâ heart attackâ John said, laughing âshut up Johnâ you reply, as he opened the door to the car for you, offering his hand to help you up. âYou look niceâ Arthur commented with a raised brow âdamn fucker better win this fightâ
đ„âBonnieâ Thomas nodded as he entered the building, followed by his brothers, you at the back with John whoâd strung an arm over your shoulder. âMr Shelbyâ he nodded at him, but was clearly distracted. âDonât you worry, Bonnie. Sheâs right âere.â Tommy says, moving out the way for John and you to come into his view. âHiya, Bon.â You smile âhiya flowerâ he manages to muster.
đ„yet, his breath had caught in his throat at the sheer sight of you. Your gorgeous face, hair done up nicely, and a fucking milkmaid dress. Some lovely sundress that other men didnât deserve to see. Bonnieâs jaw clenched.
đ„âright, weâll leave the two of you for a minute. Aberama, letâs chatâ Thomas said, leading the others away âif he tries anything come and fuckinâ find me.â John said, looking Bonnie over once with narrowed eyes before strutting off after the others.
đ„Bonnie smirked looking at you âyâlook lovelyâ he said quietly, approaching you ânot too bad yâself Bonâ you giggle as his hands wrap around you, leaning down to kiss you gently. âThis fuckinâ dress. Yâdo it on purpose?â He asks and you crease your brows âdo what?â You hum and he sighs âI guess youâre not beautiful on purpose are you darlinâ?â He grins, grabbing your hand to drag you into his changing room and lock the door behind you.
đ„he picks you up and you squeal with a laugh, wrapping your legs around his waist as he holds you against the door. He slips his hands under the hem of the skirt and holds your thighs gently.
đ„âthis fucking dressâ he says, chuffed that he managed to slip his hands all the way up to settle on your waist and you just smiled at him. You could feel him toying with the waistband of your panties and you laugh âBon weâve only got ten minutes!â You giggle and he sighs âguess weâve got to be quick then, ay sugar?â He asks, undoing his trousers and just merely pushing your panties aside.
đ„you lean your head into the curve of his neck, muffling the sounds erupting from your mouth and muffling them with his bear skin and he slid in and out of you. âGod âm so fuckinâ obsessed with you.â He groaned âyâknow what this makes me think of?â He asks and you shake your head in question against him. âMakes me think of a mammy. What a mammy should wear when sheâs pregnant ând canât get into nothinâ else.â He mumbles. âThis whaâya were tryna do tâme?â He asks âtryna get me to make yâa mammy? Cause itâs working darlinâ. So well.â You whine at his remark.
đ„and when you both finish you try to pull up from his shoulder but he holds you firmly in place âNuh uh. You dress like a mammy yâbecome oneâ he says and you canât help but smile at his statement. Eventually, he unwraps you from his waist and lets you down onto shaky legs. A knock comes at the door âfive minutes, son. Get your hands wrappedâ you hear Aberama say to him followed by leaving footsteps. You smile up at him âcâmon Iâll wrap your handsâ
đ„you pull him to where the wrap is, sitting him down on the bench and standing between his legs as you work on protecting his hands.
đ„He was being extremely difficult
đ„trying to wrap a manâs hands when all he wants to do is have them under your dress is an extremely difficult task as he kept groping at your skin rather than letting you work. âDâya want your hands wrapping or not?â You ask with a huff and he smirks âwould rather be doing somethinâ else.â He shrugs, but lets you finish. And when you do he pulls you into a tight hug, leaning against the fabric where your breasts were constricted.
đ„âBonnie, câmon lad itâs timeâ you heard your brother say from beyond the door, knocking on it thrice (sausage roll video lol)
đ„Bonnie groaned from under your dress (you didnât know when heâd managed to snake his way back under there) but you grabbed his hand and yanked him from his seated position to standing; pulling him towards the door and unlocking it to take him to the ring.
đ„Bonnie pulled the hand that was dragging him, sending you flying into his chest with a force that nearly winded you as he gave you one last kiss. âBonnie! Go!â You giggled, pushing him away and towards the ring, taking a stand beside your brothers as the match began.
đ„The rounds went by painfully slow for Bonnie; regardless of the fact that he was winning - but in reality it was only a good few minutes of pure fighting.
đ„then when the match was finished, he waltzed over to the Shelby family like he owned the place and offered a blood-filled grin as it dripped down his chin.
đ„âwell done Bonnie lad.â Tommy said, lighting a cigarette. âCheers Tommy.â He replied, adrenaline still pumping through his veins. âDidnât yâget some money fâthis match?â John asked, lighting his own. âNah heâs got his own trophy right over thereâ Tommy replied, nodding at you as they all turned to see you chatting with Bonnieâs father.
đ„âjust do us a favourâ Thomas told him and Bonnie immediately nodded âmarry her.â âDonât have to tell me twice, mr Shelby.â Bonnie told him with a chuckle, heading to grab you to resume your activities.
Isaiahâïž
âïžhaha.
âïžagain, bold of you to assume that youâre getting fucking anywhere with that thing on.
âïžfeel like itâd be a black sundress, one with frills on the sleeves.
âïžyouâd gone for a walk with Finn, Tommy having told you both to fuck off for a while while they dealt with some deeper business; so a stroll around seemed to be the choice at hand.
âïževentually though, Finn had gotten distracted by a sign youâd read that said âpretty women here shilling for a good timeâ and left you to fend for yourself, opting not to follow your twin into the whore house, yet you werenât in your own company for long, feeling a cap placed on your head and an arm around your shoulders.
âïžâHey pretty, whatâre you doing all alone?â Isaiah asked, as he feel into step with you, but came to a sudden halt almost lurching you back. âAnd who let you wear that?â His eyebrows raised as he looked you over. âWhy whatâs wrong with it?â You asked ânothinâ nothinâ. Jâst donât understand why itâs not on my bedroom floorâ you smacked his chest and giggled âIsaiah!â
âïžâyâshouldnt have been let out wearing this, loveâ he said, backing you against the wall of one of the nearby buildings. âWell I was with Finnâ you reason âhmm? And where is Finn now?â He asks, taking your chin between his forefinger and thumb, forcing you to look at him.
âïžâin some whore houseâ you mumble in reply. He scoffs âsome brotherâ. Then he starts again âwhy donât we turn my house into a whore house and get that dress off you and into my room?â He suggests and you roll your eyes âsuch a way with wordsâ
âïžâyâlook fuckinâ insatiableâ he says, leaning down to kiss that sensitive spot on the crevasse of your neck. âDunno how I manage to keep my hand off you most of the time, dollâ he shrugs âand in this? Fuck yânot gonna be walking anytime soonâ
âïžyou laugh at him âyou wish peaky junior, now I was enjoying a lovely walk before you came along.â You hum, pushing him back by the chest and he scoffs âIâm a Shelby I can fend for myselfâ you shrug ânot while I make you a Jesus.â He retorts, smirking like he knew heâd won. âWhatever, Isaiahâ you say, calmly walking away
âïžhe laughs loudly, running after you âcâmon Mrs Jesus weâve business to attend to!â He announces, swiftly placing a hand onto your chest and pressing you back against the wall, lifting you up and placing hungry hands under the hem of your dress âIsaiah!â You scold, ânot here!â He rolls his eyes âfineâ
âïžand he places and arm under your knees and one to support your head as he carries you bridal-style back to his house. You clutch at his suit jacket and squeal at his action, holding on for dear life until you got to his home.
âïždid not wait until you got to the bedroom
âïždefo had his way with you against the door once itâd been firmly slammed shut and locked
âïžand on the sofa
âïžand the kitchen table
âïžand then bedroom
âïž(you never took the dress off)
âïžand eventually when youâd decided Tommy was probably done with his important business you managed to coax a begrudging Isaiah to the Garrison with you, whoâd initially planned to keep you up all night with him but instead you were heading to a pub instead of his bed; which youâd end up in later anyways
âïžâoh sheâs alive!â Arthur said sarcastically as you join them, noticing your presence and subsequently you noticed Finnâs. âHow long did you last? Two minutes?â You asked and he scoffed âfuck offâ âand of course Iâm alive, Iâm fine. It was Finn who left me alone!â You say, blame bombing your twin who looked at you with evil eyes.
âïžthen Isaiah popped his head round âplus I wasnât alone I was with Isaiahâ you say matter-of-factly and Finn grits his jaw âwhatâve I said about staying away from my fucking sister you fucking scrubberâ Finn growls, landing a pent-up punch to Isaiahâs jaw who stumbled back slightly. âDidnât say nothinâ âbout fucking her did ya?â He retorted and then he was running for the hills with three brothers sprinting after him.
âïžâmen.â Polly said with a roll of her eyes
Michaelđ±
đ±he wouldnât be here nor there
đ±loved how it looks on you
đ±but hates the fact that other men see you wearing it.
đ±he makes heart eyes when he sees you in it, believing it to be the typical dress of a wife and mother; so it pretty much feeds into his delusions.
đ±the only time it saw the light of day in public wouldâve definitely been when heâd been courting you. When heâd been invited to some garden party of a rich aristocracy down southwards.
đ±what Tommy failed to mention was that the Capitalist had a daughter a few months younger than Michael, of whom was extremely well spoken, and ridiculously pretty.
đ±heâd obviously weaselled his way over to you and the rest was history.
đ±and of course, history tends to repeat itself.
đ±again, you were heading to a garden party: Shelby arranged this time around, to show your initial family that the marriage between yourself and Michael was going well and therefore Tommyâs expansion to a more wealthier estate was worth the investment.
đ±âIâll meet you there darling, business to take care of.â Michael had told you that morning while adjusting his collar, allowing you to help him straighten the tie you had wrapped around his neck. âOkayâ you hummed, he always loved how youâd never pried.
đ±in reality he was off to see a man about a dog, in other terms; kill a man. Kill a man whoâd been eyeing you up like a fucking slice of meat the evening prior. Eyeing you like he wanted to eat you like a man starved, as if your husband didnât have a firm arm wrapped around your waist and oversized number of carats around your finger.
đ±even had the nerve to try talk to you, had groped at your ass and Michael covered your eyes with one hand while he clocked the bloke around the jaw with the other.
đ±never wanted a woman to see him fight, especially his woman.
đ±so he went about killing the man the next day; well heâs probably dead by now. He took his cap calmly to the man, beneath that bridge by the canal, castrated then blinded the man and left him struggling on the ground, having a couple of lesser known Peaky men surveying the area for the rest of the day to make sure no aid was to come to him, and when his struggling stopped they were to sort his body out.
đ±you made your way to the garden party independently, having worn a darling sundress; white and pristine and freshly pressed, accompanied by a sun hat and some subtle shoes; conservative enough for Michael not to complain that you looked like a whore, but skin-showing enough not to overheat in this sweltering weather.
đ±you were there before Michael, embraced by John and given a kiss on the temple by an already tipsy Arthur who was in that sort of mood where a gent gets rather happy when squidgy, it was a fine line with Arthur.. happy to angered
đ±but you entertained him, saying your hellos and greeting the rest of the family youâd married into, patiently waiting for Michaelâs attendance.
đ±he was there soon thereafter.
đ±and he was fucking seething.
đ±he took one look at you as his mouth ran dry, grabbed your wrist and dragged you away from the garden getting countless opposing arguments from the likes of Ada and John questioning what he was doing
đ±but nothing could soften the red he saw.
đ±how dare you wear that dress?
đ±practically threw you into the car, youâd never seen him this upset, let alone have it take it out on you; his loving, doting housewife of whom he trophied for every mistake he made, initially he thought you were his punishment from god.. sent an angel for a devil to take care of. But heâd gotten the hang of switching into a loving husband the minute he returned home
đ±but tonight was different
đ±âMichael, darlin-â âhow dare you?â He seethed and you silenced yourself âpardon?â âHow many fucking times have I told you youâre not wearing this fucking dress in public, hmm? And you wear it around my fucking horny cousin?â He growls and you donât know how to reply âhe looks at you like youâre a fucking piece of meet, sweets.â He tells you, finally looking at you
đ±âundressing you with his eyes. Watched him myself.â âJohn has a wife-â âJohn hires prostitutes. Yâthink heâd be a better husband?â He asks, knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel harder âno-â âno. Cause Iâve never hired a fuckinâ prostitute since weâve been together, and I work hard for you, yâknow. Got no where to take my anger out cause I love you so much.â He says and despite the harshness of his words your heart swells.
đ±âkilled a man for you and I show up to you actinâ like a fuckinâ whore?â Your mouth opened agape and he chuckled darkly âthink I didnât kill that bloke? Think Iâd leave him safe? Nah, not with my missus I wouldnâtâ he confirms, placing a hand on your leg as he speeds back home.
đ±he stops the car and doesnât move for a minute.
đ±âlisten to me very carefully, flower. Iâm going to change my bloody shirt, and youâre gonna go upstairs, lay on the bed and wait for me. Yeah?â He asks âyeah oâcourse Michael.â You say as you get out the car
đ±âand leave that fuckinâ dress on!â You hear called behind you.
Finnđïž
đïžFinn is just horny 25/8 icl.
đïždoesnât know what does it for him about that dress, but it does something.
đïžit was a hot day, and the family was in some beer garden, Arthur already off his head drunk and the brothers just enjoying one anotherâs company after successfully ridding the threat of a rival family, the head now dead and the rest cowering to surrender.
đïžTommy told Finn to bring his lady friend, the one who worked at the bookshop along, decided it was time to meet the family, and so he did.
đïžwaltzed into your little hole in the wall, grinning as you peered your head around to see the customer whoâd caused the doorâs bell to chime, and you broke out into a mighty smile just as he did, him opening his arms for you to rush over and into a bone crushing hug.
đïževen shared a sweet kiss as he said a gentle âhello prettyâ
đïžhe noticed the dress you were wearing was new, initially not noticing it as he was too caught up in admiring you. âWhatâs this? Is it new?â He asked, taking your hand to spin you around. âIt isâ you grin, allowing the white flowing material to spin as he made you âitâs lovelyâ he says, noticing something about it but he didnât know quite what.
đïžâwhy are you here?â You hum with narrowed, suspicious eyes as you leant your chin against his dress âarenât I allowed to say hello to my favourite girl?â He asks with a smirk âyes but I can tell thereâs something. A look in your eyes.â You say and he sighs, defeated âparty at the Garrisonâ he says âwhen?â You ask âright nowâ he says and you laugh âFinn I canât just shut shop at 12 oclock on Thursday!â You say, as he reaches into his pocket, throwing ten whole pounds onto the counter âFinn! Where did you get that much money?â You gasp âdonât worry bout it. Enough for you to close?â He asks and you scoff âI canât accept ten whole pounds, Finnâ you tell him âsure you can cause Iâm not having it backâ he shrugs, pulling your hand to coax you out the door âokay fine!â You surrender as you relent, allowing Finn to pull you out the door and in turn, you lock your door behind you.
đïžthen when you showed to the party, you were greeted by tipsy cheers and hellos as Finn introduced you to his family, Polly and Ada immediately dragging you away to have a separate conversation as they question you about everything to which you giddily go along with.
đïžJohn came to stand with Finn, where he was stood still; drink in hand as he watched you interact with his family. âWhatâs up, Finn?â He asked, nudging him with his elbow and Finn finally broke out of his trace to smile at his brother. âNothinâ.â He shrugged. âCanât be about your missus, yâhead over heels for her.â John said, and Finn immediately raised his brows in panic âno! no! Nothinâ like tha.â Finn said, shaking his head. âThen what is it?â John asked, looking at you, trying to figure his younger sibling out.
đïžâdunno. Itâs summot about that dressâ Finn said, eyes raking over you as he tried to figure out what it was and his brother chuckles âeasy access, mate.â John said and Finn creased his brows âyâwhat?â âSundresses mate, fuckinâ kill me. Easy access innit? Donât have to even take the dress offâ John told him matter-of-factly, necking the rest of his beer in one. Finnâs eyes darkened and John couldnât hold in his laugh at the realisation that Finn had settled that that was what it was.
đïžJohn claps him on the back âif yâwanna sneak off Iâll coverâ he said, but by the end of the sentence Finn had already started after you âcheers, mate!â He said to John âsorry, stealing herâ he said to Polly and Ada against their judgement, dragging you away from the conversation and into the Peaky office inside the Garrison.
đïžyou giggle at his actions as he locked the dork âwhat yâdoin sill?â You ask âpartyâs outside!â You say, as he picks you up and holds you against the door, dropping his hands for them to head under the hem of your skirt âright, ând Iâve just figured out that this dress is driving me fuckinâ crazyâ he says âyouâre fuckinâ insatiableâ he says âdâyou even know what that means?â You ask and he shrugs âfind me a dictionary later or summot.â He says
đïžâwhatâs up with the dressâ you ask, as he undoes his trousers âeasy access innit?â
Aberamađ
đAberama is a cultured bloke
đby that I mean heâs had many a trips around the sun, and in that time good women are few and far between in his opinion
đso regardless of you being substantially his younger, he was positive that you were the woman for him and therefore he had to have you.
đrecently youâd moved into his vardo with him, having left the urban life behind.
đheâd woken up one morning to the sun blaring at him through the unclad opening of the vardo, stretching his arms above his head in a mighty yawn, almost certain it was almost midday by this point; especially after the long trek theyâd had to get to this sight the night prior.
đhe reached his arm over, but the spot in the bed was cold and empty, a lone spot where you shouldâve been laid. He creased his brows, shooting up in bed to a sitting potion, realising that you were no longer in the vardo at all.
đhe groaned. Damn you and your early rising tendencies.
đhe rubbed his eyes and pulled on a pair of undershorts, smirking at the remembrance of the night prior once youâd arrived. He popped his head out of the doorway, looking left and right but curiously not being able to find any trace of you.
đhe climbed down the steps and placed his hands on his hips, walking around the side of the wooden structure towards the lake that trickled slowly downstream. And thatâs where he found you:
đhis gorgeous bride.
đheâd always told you that he never expected you to conform to the traditional gypsy wife role, never needed you to bear him any more children or do the cooking or cleaning. Hell, you could lay around all day doing nothing and heâd look at you with the same adoration he always does. He didnât even expect you to want to live in a vardo, yet youâd shown up with a bag and a smile when offered.
đ yet you refused, you demanded to help. Demanded to conform. You would cook the rabbit heâd kill (given youâd been a bit sick at the initial sight of it). And youâd kill his clothes, paying no mind to any blood shed on it.
đyou were knelt against the river bank, ringing some clothes out you just washed then placing them into a small wicker basket, in a dress he didnât quite recognise.
đâwhat yâdoin up, sweetheart? Thought I told yâto relax todayâ he started, beginning towards you. Your head spun and those wide, innocent doe eyes gleamed back at him âhad a big journey last night. No good fâlittle girls to be working the day afterâ he said, matter of factly with a stern look.
đâjust wanted to get these clothes washedâ you mumble, placing the final garment in the basket. âAnd whatâs this youâve got on, hmm?â He asked, as you look at your clothes âoh itâs a dressâ âMm I can see that, darlin. Just never seen it beforeâ he tells you and you stand to give him a little spin. âMy sister bought it for my birthdayâ you said and he grunts, gently grabbing your hips to pull you into him and sway you back and forth along with the breeze, dancing to natureâs music.
đâwell yâknow what these dresses are?â He hums and you shake your head, placing both hands on his chest. âThese dresses are the kind that mammys wear. The kind youâd wear when theyâre all pregnant and swelled up with little babes.â He says, accusingly. âKind that little wives wear that are asking for a hidingâ he warns
đâdidnât mean nothing by it, abe. Just thought it was niceâ you admit and he smiles âI know you did, princess. Just an innocent little flower yâare.â He shakes his head.
đâbut yâve seen the other mammys around the camp havenât you? Seen how theyâve dressed. Think you know what you were doinâ to your old manâ he teases and you shake your head âm too old to be a daâ yâknow. Way too bleeding old. Punishing me ainât ya? Just asking for a littleâunâ he tuts and you giggle as he picks you up bridal style and carries you back to the bed where heâd began
đâAberama! The clothes!-â âCan fuckinâ waitâ he grunts âgot a littleâun to put in ya firstâ he says, dropping you onto the bed and lazily flipping up your skirt to do what he did best.
đmake your skin fucking crawl.
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saw venusblakes post and thought i should do one for the 100!
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Bellamy Blake
he reminds you who you belong to
bellamy fixing your attitude problem
you couldn't wait till you got home
bellamy worshipping your body while youre asleep
he fucks you after a long day
taking his anger out on you
you wake up to bellamy playing with your pussy
bellamy walks in on you fingering yourself and decides to finish the job
John Murphy
murphy waking up to you fucking yourself on his dick
sucking on murphys tongue
needily riding murphy
murphy giving you backshots
murphy cant resist you in the mornings
fucking you with the toy he caught you using
before bed sex with murphy
jerking murphy off
Monty Green
mutual masturbation with monty
fucking yourself under montys desk
distracting monty from coding
monty fucking you after his game
monty fucking you every time you lose against him
Jasper Jordan
riding jasper
watching each other masturbate
waking up to jasper desperately using you
jasper sucking your tits
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Siblings (Part One)
Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Half!Sister
Warning: Incest
It was around 10'clock at night when you heard a quiet knock on the door. You couldn't help but feel a little surprisedâand a bit nervous. You had never had a visitor this late before as usually your siblings were out, getting themselves into trouble, and your Aunt Polly, who had taken it upon herself to look after everyone, was in bed.
Your sister Ada, with whom you shared a room, had sneaked out earlier to see her boyfriend Freddy, so it was just you that night, alone in your small room, lying on your single bed, wearing a nightgown and reading a book.Â
"Who is it?" you called out, your heart skipping a beat.
"It's Thomas," came the reply. His voice was quiet and calm.Â
You hesitated for a moment, wondering if you should let him in that late at night. He had just come back from the war a few weeks ago and his demure had changed towards you. It was almost like he had become obsessed with you, wanting to keep you company more often than you were used to.Â
Thomas was gone for five years and came back more handsome than ever. He had a rugged jawline, and deep-set blue eyes. He wasn't tall, but well-built with a perfect gentleman's body.
The war had hardened him, made him stronger, but also wiser. He had seen the worst of humanity, and you could tell that it had affected him deeply. It was understandable; he had been through hell and back.
"May I come in?" Thomas eventually asked, his voice still composed.
Without saying a word, you stood up and covered yourself with a robe , before opening the door slowly.
The light from the hallway spilled into the room, illuminating Thomas's figure. He looked a bit tired, but his eyes were still bright and clear.
"Of course," you said finally, as you walked back to your bed and folded your book closed.Â
"I have heard that there was trouble today, at the docks," Thomas said as he sat down on the edge of your bed. He looked tired, but fatigue failed to sap the confidence and dominance from his demeanor.
You sighed and nodded. "Ada told me not to go there, but curiosity got the better of me Tommy," you admitted whereas, the truth was, that just recently you began to involve yourself with Isiah, another Peaky Blinder and your new-found love had gotten you into trouble.Â
"Curiosity, eh?" Thomas chuckled, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Isiah wouldn't have anything to do with this curiosity now, would he?" he then asked, his eyes locked on yours.
You looked away, feeling a blush creeping up your cheeks. "He never meant for me to get involved, Tommy. It just kind of happened," you replied quietly, seeing how Isiah took risks and those risks involved you.Â
"Listen Y/N, you are a fucking Shelby," Thomas said, his voice stern but not unkind. "And you need to be careful about who you associate with."
"But Isiah is your friend, is he not?" you asked, slightly confused with Thomas's sudden change of tone.
"Isiah works for me Love. That doesn't make him a friend," Tommy replied curtly, his gaze still fixed on you. "Despite, even if he was my friend, I wouldn't allow him to be involved with my fucking sister,"Â Tommy added, the veneer of calmness cracking a bit.
You sat on the edge of the bed, feeling a knot forming in your stomach. The way things were going, it seemed as though you had made a mistake. With the tension in the room growing thicker by the second, you felt compelled to speak.
"Honestly, I don't even know why I got myself mixed up with him, Tommy," you admitted, shame coloring your voice. "I suppose I was bored," you added as an afterthought.
Thomas looked at you, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed your face. "You're better than that, Love," he finally said, his voice steady and firm. "And if boredom is what bothers you, then I am sure we can make arrangements for you to work at the betting house," he then told you a lot more gently than before, placing some stray hair behind your ear.Â
"Aunt Pol won't allow it," you said quietly, not because you didn't want to work there, but because you believed that your aunt would not approve of such an idea.
"It is not up to Pol," Thomas said shortly, his fingertips tracing the curve of your cheek gently. "But out of curtesy, I will discuss it with her, alright?" he added after a short pause.
Before you could respond, Thomas's hand dropped from your face, and he stood up, his presence in the small room suddenly overwhelming.
"But Y/N, if you are going to continue seeing Isiah...," he began to say and you quickly interrupted him.Â
"Not after today," you replied firmly. "Not after what happened at the docks. I promise," you added, reassuring your brother.
Thomas looked at you, relief visible in his eyes. "Good. I'll hold you to that Y/N," he said before leaning down to give you a peck on your forehead.
You blushed slightly, shocked by this sudden display of affection from your half-brother. But before you could react, Thomas walked out of your room, leaving you alone with your thoughts and, when you settled back on to your bed, you couldn't help but wonder what just happened. Thomas and you have always had a close relationship since him and Arthur had assumed responsibility for you after your father got arrested by the police, but you have never witnessed such a display of emotion from him before.
As you lay there in the dark, the silence was broken by the moonlight filtering through the blinds. The light cast a soothing glow on the room and made the floral quilt on the twin bed look more inviting. Your mind was abuzz with thoughts, each one trying to get a different message across. You tried to silence them and focus on the recent events.
This whole situation with Thomas, your curiosity, the sudden shift in your relationship - you knew that it was not something to take lightly. It felt different, and you could not ignore the strange tension that lingered between the two of you.
You sighed deeply and turned to face the window. It was then that you noticed the stars twinkling in the night sky ever so slightly. They were there, silent and unassuming, much like Thomas. You couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind.
Thomas had always been a mystery to you, even before he left for France, but now it felt like there was a whole other person behind the blue eyes that you had grown up with.
Days had passed and you indeed started working at the gambling den , which was located in the heart of Small Heath. It was a bustling place, and it was chaotic during peak hours, but you found joy in the chaos. Surprisingly, Aunt Polly did not seem to mind much; she knew that this was one of the ways to keep you out of trouble.
While you were working there, your brother Thomas kept a close eye on you and as different men attempted to flirt with you, they quickly learned that you were untouchable, a notion further solidified by Thomasâs warning glares.
On two occasions, he even threatened gamblers with a gun after you were propositioned for a date, and it was clear to you that he wasnât playing around. Thomas Shelby never made idle threats, after all.
"You do realise that most of these men are harmless, Tommy,"Â you said to Thomas one evening, after you had closed the betting shop for the night. The sky was a deep indigo and the stars were shining brightly.
Thomas looked at you, his eyes sharp and piercing. "That may be true, but you are my sister and they need to show you some fucking respect,"Â he retorted, his voice steadier than before.
"But Tommy," you began, still unsure of what to make of this sudden outburst. "I am capable of handling my own affairs. I can fend them off," you assured your brother who appeared somewhat overprotective of you.
"I am sure you are," Thomas agreed, a hint of amusement in his voice. "But what kind of employer would I be if I did not at least protect my employees from unwanted advances, eh?" he asked, one corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a half-smile.
"A pretty shite one I suppose," you admitted, returning his half-smile with a lopsided grin as he locked the door.
"Exactly," he concurred, shaking his head as you stepped onto the sidewalk, right by your brother's side. "Now let me walk you home. It's late," Thomas said as he always did when you worked in his betting house until after dawn.Â
As Thomas and you walked side by side, the silence between you was comfortable, but there was still something that kept niggling the back of your mind. You couldn't quite put your finger on it, but it seemed like Thomas was hiding something from you.
Nonetheless, as you walked to the house you shared with Polly, Tommy and the others, you couldn't help but steal glances at him, trying to gauge what it was that was causing this strange behavior lately.
It was like he took a liking in you that almost felt, more than brotherly, but you decided not to focus on the matter and instead enjoyed the warmth of his company while it lasted.
Days passed, and your routine at the gambling den turned into sort of a normality, despite the occasional tensions between patrons and your brother that threatened to boil over.
On evening, at your house when you and Tommy were on your own, you ought to address it, his overprotectiveness and the strange tension that kept building between you.
But, Tommy simply brushed it off and told you that he was simply concerned for your safety.
"But I am safe here Tommy, with you and the others," you reminded him, your tone gentle yet firm. "And at the gambling house, even if some of the customers are inappropriate, it is a safe place because no one would dare to fuck with you, Arthur or John and I think you know that," you said, unable to mask the frustration that crept into your voice.
Tommy looked down at you, his gaze intense but soft. He took a deep breath before speaking, as if choosing his words carefully.
"Y/N, I know that you can look after yourself but, what I have learned over the years, is that no one is safe. Not here, not anywhere," Thomas said, his voice still firm but softer than before.
You stared into Thomas's eyes, feeling a strange mix of emotions coursing through your veins. Awe, admiration, and... something more. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on yet.
"The war changed you, you know?"Â you said the words before you could stop yourself.Â
Thomas sighed and looked at you, his expression filled with a mix of sadness and guilt. "Yes, I know," he admitted quietly. "I can't help it, Y/N. I've seen and done things that most people couldn't even imagine."Â
You nodded, understanding dawning on you.
"No, you are right Tommy. I can't imagine," you said softly, caressing the scar on his cheek, causing Tommy to lean in closer, his eyes locked on yours.Â
You felt your heart race as you looked into Thomas's eyes. There was something about him that made you feel safe, yet also intensely aware of your feelings for him. You had never felt this way about anyone before.
"But you know what's amusing though?" you murmured, breaking the silence that had enveloped the room as Thomas leaned over some more, his fingers lightly traced your jawline, you couldn't help but play along. "You are so overprotective towards me when it comes to potential suitors and there is almost no reason for you to be that way, because I never even kissed a boy before, so it just seems so absurd to me," you continued, allowing yourself to drop your guard, just a little.
"I find that hard to believe, Y/N," Thomas murmured, the pad of his thumb brushing the corner of your lips before slowly moving to trace the length of your jawbone.
Your breath hitched in your chest, hearing his low voice uttering your real name; you always felt an odd sense of familiarity from him, especially when he chose to use your given name, just for a brief moment. It almost felt like the two of you were not step-siblings.Â
"No, it's true. I never kissed a boy before, Tommy," you confessed, the words slipping out before you could stop them. You didn't know what had come over you, but suddenly, you couldn't help but feel drawn to your half-brother. "What is it like?" you
asked, your lips barely moving as Thomas continued to trace a path along your jawline.
"What's what like?" Thomas asked, his voice low and husky, as he leaned in even closer to you.
"Kissing," you clarified, a slight blush creeping up your cheeks as you admitted this.
Thomas seemed taken aback by the question, his gaze lingering briefly on your lips before meeting your eyes again.
"I guess it depends on who you are kissing," he finally said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Sometimes, it's just a kiss and it feels like nothing because it means nothing. But other times, it's more than that. It can be a way to express your feelings for someone. To show them how much you care about them," Thomas explained, his gaze still locked on yours.
"Do you think you could show me?" you whispered, surprising yourself with your own boldness.
Thomas's eyes narrowed as he looked at you, taking in your flushed cheeks and the way your breathing had quickened.
"Seeing that you are my sister, that would be inappropriate, don't you think?"Â Thomas said, a subtle hint of amusement in his voice.Â
"It's just a kiss, Tommy," you replied, a nervous laugh escaping your lips. "And no one needs to know," you continued, your heart pounding in your chest as you confessed this vulnerable part of yourself to your brother.
Thomas looked at you, his eyes searching yours as he processed your words. You could see the wheels turning in his head, and for a moment, you wondered if he was going to tell you no . But then something shifted in his gaze, a heat that made your heart race.
"Alright. Fuck it," Thomas muttered, his hand reaching up to cup your cheek as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours.
You gasped slightly, surprised by how sudden the kiss was and how soft and gentle his lips were.
Your hands reached up to grip his arms, feeling the firm muscles beneath your fingertips as you leaned into the kiss. Thomas's other hand reached up to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss.
Not knowing what to do, you followed his lead and when he parted his lips, you did the same before tentatively touching your tongue to his, experimenting with the new sensation.Â
Your brother's lips were warm and as the kiss deepened, you felt a fire ignite within you, spreading from your core to every inch of your body. Your heart was racing as Thomas's hand dropped down from your hair, tracing a path around your neck as he deepened the kiss once more before, suddenly, he pulled away.
You stared at Thomas, your lips still tingling from the kiss. You could see a storm of emotions raging within his eyes, but you couldn't quite decipher what he was feeling. Was it guilt? Shock? Excitement? Pleasure?
"I am sorry Love, but I have business to attend to," he told you with a horse voice, his breathing heavy and uneven from the kiss.
You nodded, trying to catch your breath as well. You could feel a blush spreading across your cheeks as you moved away from him, giving him some much-needed space. Thomas looked at you, his eyes heated with desire, before turning away and leaving the room without another word.
Even after he had left. a jolt of pleasurable heat still lingered on your lips where Thomasâs mouth had just been, you couldnât believe what had just happened. Your stepbrother, fucking Thomas, he had just kissed you and you didnât know if you should feel guilty about it or if you should be elated.
âYouâre an idiot,â you muttered to yourself as you ran your fingers through your hair, still feeling dazed. Your mind was racing, replaying the image of Thomas kissing you, over and over again.
Your lips were still tingling from the contact, but the room felt cold and empty once he left, leaving you alone with your tumultuous thoughts.
You couldn't believe what had just happened. Thomas had kissed you. He fucking kissed you and you were the one that had asked him to do it.Â
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pretty fixation, wicked temptation | b. blake
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summary: season six - one-hundred-and-twenty-five years in cryosleep made both you and bellamy crave each otherâs touch, but you need a place to satisfy your urges without disruption. perhaps a new planet would do the trick. and what better way to heighten the anticipation than with a little challenge?
warnings: porn with plot, sexual crying??, teasing/taunting, mild gore, mild exhibitionism, murphy being a cockblock, mild size kink, mild bdsm, begging
note: this is the first one-shot/smut Iâve ever written so I kinda went overboard, but I promise itâs worth it in the end. you can imagine a different season of bellamy if you want (fuck you) but I personally think heâs extremely hot in season 6.
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ââŠI hope your lives there will be as happy as mine has been,â an aged Monty spoke on the monitor. âBe the good guys. May we meet again.â
You stared out the window of Eligius IV in awe, arms crossed over your chest whilst taking in the view of the planet you would soon call home. Plant Alpha. A place where, hopefully, everyone could find redemption. For you, it would be a place where you would find peace with your friends and family. And your boyfriend, Bellamy Blake.
âI know this is a lot to process,â Bellamyâs deep voice spoke to the group. âTake an hour, and then meet in the mess. We need to game this out.â
A few people in the room had a short dispute, but you tuned out their bickering, gaze locked on the view outside. Everyone began to disperse, leaving the room to gather their thoughts about what the future held for the last remnants of humanity. Everyone but you and Bellamy.
Your vision shifted from focusing on Planet Alpha to watching Bellamy walk towards you in the windowâs reflection. He had changed drastically since the day you and the other Ark prisoners were sent to the ground. His body was broader, and more muscular due to the unrelenting battles he fought on Earth. His arms were bigger, stronger, and probably capable of carrying the weight of two people at once. And his hands, god, his handsâthey were your ultimate weakness. They were much bigger compared to your own; his fingers were thicker and longer as well, and the things he could do with them⊠indescribable.
He now had a short, dark beard that circled his mouth and sparsely covered the sides of his jaw. You always loved the way it tickled your face whenever he kissed you and when it rubbed against your inner thighs whilst he went down on you.
What had changed the most was his mentality, which somehow made you fall even deeper in love with him. Bellamy Blake may have been twenty-three when you first met him, but he was then still just a boy. Now, he was a man.
âYou okay?â he asked, his arm snaking around your waist as his towering frame stood beside you.
Leaning into his body, you both soaked in the rays of the two suns shining through the shipâs window.
âJust hoping we donât make the same mistakes we did back on Earth,â you spoke. âThere are a lot of people on this ship in need of a second chance.â
Bellamy chuckled. âYeah. More like a fifth chance.â
You smiled, humming in agreement.
âThis time will be different,â he continued, eyes narrowed at the planet in front of them. âWe canât keep making the same mistakes without learning from them. We wonât have bombs, or missiles, or war. Iâll make sure of it; if not for the last of humanity, then for you.â
You turned your head to look at him. Such a softie.
âI ever tell you how much I love you?â You reached one of your crossed arms across your torso and rested it on his which was cupping your waist.
In response, Bellamyâs hold tightened just a little bit more, causing your heart to fumble from the affectionate gesture. âOn a few occasions.â
However short the one-hundred-and-twenty-five years in cryosleep felt to your mind, your body could feel the effects of lacking physical touch for such a long time. Bellamyâs touch. Apparently, he felt the exact same way.
âI canât believe I havenât seen you in over a century.â His voice became soft. He turned your body to face him with his back now facing the window. Dark brown eyes gazed down at you with an intensity only he could create, sending a sudden desire to let him absolutely ravage you right where you stood. His free hand reached up to your face and gently stroked the side of your cheek, the other now caressing the exposed skin of your waist. âOr touched you.â
Closing your eyes, you focused on the areas in which his skin connected with yours. Having been in a relationship with him for a few years, his touch became a familiar sensation. Despite that, on a purely physical level, your body had forgotten the pleasure-filled heights to which he could take you. Everything seemed new again, like the very first time he touched you.
And no matter the fact that time in cryosleep seemed like it passed instantaneously, neither of you could deny the obvious pining your bodies felt for one another.
You stepped closer, hands moving to rest on his chest. The distance between your bodies closed and you whispered, âOr felt me.â
His hands stilled, realising what you had meant. He leaned backwards, enough to get a good view of the look in your eyes. It was something deep and hungry for release. Sure, youâve both had sex plenty of times; youâve fucked rough and fast, made love sweet and slowâhowever many other variations there were, youâd done itâbut Bellamy had never seen your desire for him appear as powerful as this.
Your eyes were swirling with a dark passion, like rolling waves in desperate need of a crest. Your cheeks were flushed, pupils so dilated your irises were almost obscured, and lips reddened and becoming plump even despite having made no contact with his own yet. It was no doubt a mirror of what you were feeling inside.
He took in a long deep breath, eyebrows furrowed as he took in your appearance, trying to steady his heartbeat which was raging out of control. You looked so beautiful. All the blood in his body drained to the lower half of him, leaving him light-headed and fuzzy, lust being the only thing to fill the contents of his mind. Bellamy could never stop lusting after you, he had just learned to control it. A one-hundred-year wait seemed like a perfectly acceptable reason to let loose a little.
âFuck,â was all he said before his lips came crashing down onto yours.
It didnât start slow, but rather fast and desperate. So desperate. Even so, your mouth moved in sync with his, alternating between sucking in quick breaths of air, kissing his soft yet rough lips, and allowing him to run his tongue over your own. Your hands moved up into his pushed-back hair, fingers delving between his brown waves to give a small tug, pulling a groan from inside him that buzzed against your lips.
He pulled you closer to his body with strong arms wrapped around your back, the sensitivity between your thighs coming into contact with his hardness. The material of your pants rubbing against you only enhanced the shiver-inducing sensation.
You reigned your focus back onto his lips. His mouth was hot against yours, unrelenting, catching your lips with his between each frantic breath of air. His tongue rolled over your own, so intricate and possessive as it pushed into your mouth.
Before you knew it, his hands had moved to the backs of your thighs and lifted you into his arms; your lips never disconnected. This was a movement you had both performed many times, so it wasnât done without skill. He took a few steps forward before placing you on the control bench behind you. You hoped there were no important buttons beneath you that would cause End of Humanity 4.0.
His mouth moved from yours and down to your jaw, cupping his hand on the side of your neck to keep your head steady. You couldnât tell if it was a moan or a sigh that escaped you. Maybe it was a mix of both, but whatever it was, it egged him on further. He had moved down to your neck, sucking and nipping at the soft, delicate skin. This time you were sure it was a moan you let out.
He curled his hand around your neck just below your jaw, careful not to apply too much pressure, but just enough to remain in control. He loved to be in control; he also knew how much you enjoyed it too. You loved how small he made you feel compared to him, how he could dominate you without an ounce of effort.
Your legs and his were in between one another like two puzzle pieces fit together, his knee between your thighs and pressing against your clit without him even realising it. Grabbing onto his shoulders for support, you pushed yourself further onto his knee, beginning to grind yourself against him as he continued to press kisses to your neck.
âEager, huh?â his voice vibrated against your skin.
Now he knew.
Having realised what you were doing, he pushed further onto you, heightening the pressure as you rolled your hips against him. Your head fell back. It had been so long since your body had experienced such pleasure; you knew it wouldnât take much to reach climax. Not that it mattered. It always took you both a few rounds before you were too exhausted to move anymore. Sometimes, even fatigue couldnât stop you two.
After deciding enough damage was done to your neck, he returned to your mouth, this time slower and more sensual.
You could have easily come undone the way you were going, grinding yourself against him but knew it would be nothing compared to the release given by his hands. Greedy as you were, you wantedâneededâmore, and you knew he would never deny such a request. Your satisfaction was his own after all.
âBellamy,â you breathed against his lips. âTouch me.â
His forehead came to rest against your own, he too breathless from the heat of the situation.
âDidnât know you were into exhibitionism, princess,â he spoke lowly with a smirk.
âWho said I was?â
âWell, technically, we have a whole world watching us.â
You rolled your eyes, a playful grin stretching across your lips only to be intersected by a short gasp as you felt his hand slip through the waistband of your pants and press against your clit.
The second you felt his fingers apply pressure and begin to move, the door to the room burst open.
âHey, you guys need⊠Jesus Christ!â
Bellamyâs hand left you quicker than it came, or quicker than you came to be more exact. The both of you jumped up from your positions and turned to see Murphy standing at the door, eyes squeezed shut.
âYou ever heard of knocking, Murphy,â Bellamy grumbled.
âItâs the fucking comms room!â he complained. âJustâwe need you guys out in the mess hall. Now. Oh my god.â
He made quick work of leaving the room, mumbling something about rather having a missile dropped on him than ever having to witness that again.
You looked at Bellamy who seemed to share the same flustered state as you.
He blew out a stabilising breath and placed a hand behind your back. âCome on, we should see what they want.â
Still slightly trembling, you nodded, allowing him to guide the both of you out of the room as you attempted to fix your dishevelled hair. After walking together down a few hallways in tense silence, you both reached the mess hall to see the group sitting around a table, discussing something quietly among themselves. Among them was Murphy, who overdramatically shuddered at the sight of you two.
Before you could walk over, Bellamy grabbed your upper arm, leaning down until his hair brushed against your temple and he whispered, âIâm not done with you.â
He slid past you and walked towards everyone else, acting casual as they all burst into conversation. A minute or two passed until you had regained enough composure to join the group.
**********
It had been about two hours since the incident in the comms room. A plan had been set in place regarding their journey to the ground. One minute, you were safe and sound on Eligius IV, and the next, you and a small group were descending into the atmosphere of Planet Alpha in a ship.
There was a giant, wall-length window on the front of the ship that revealed the outside surroundings once you dipped below the clouds. This world was⊠otherworldly. Literally. The largest sun bathed the world in a constant orange glow, and the surface was covered in an abundance of vibrant green trees that sat atop various hills and rocky snow-covered mountains. All the clouds were a light orange; the sky was more pink and orange than blue. It was like they had entered a landscape painting depicting heaven.
Everyone seemed to share the same look of astonishment.
Shaw turned in his seat to face everyone. âBoys and girls, meet Planet Alpha.â
With a shudder, the ship finally planted itself on the ground, the machine hum cutting off as the rockets stopped firing. Belt buckles clicked as everybody stood from their seats, moving in front of the door, awaiting its opening. You looked beside you to see Bellamy with that same tiny grin he had the first time they opened the dropship doors. It seemed like a lifetime ago now. Technically, it was well over a lifetime ago.
He pulled down the lever and the door began to fall open. A gust of breathable fresh air wafted in your face and you inhaled deeply. It was sweet and unpolluted. Everyone remained still as they took in the incredible scenery. There were no words to describe it.
âAnyone got anything better than âweâre back bitchesâ?â Miller jested.
âYeah,â you spoke. âLetâs not bite the apple this time.â
There were a few chuckles, a few sentimental words exchanged, along with a few heated words spoken between Shaw and Clarke. Some people were still upset over her betrayal back on Earth. What they were yet to realise was that this was not Earth, this was someplace new, a place for second chances and new beginnings.
They were supposed to be looking for a beacon that depicted a safe place for them to take up residence. Shaw, along with his tracking device, began heading in the beaconâs direction and soon enough everyone else followed suit.
You took a few moments for yourself to take in the surroundings and silently thank Monty and Harper for their sacrifice. A bittersweet smile sat on your lips and a single tear slipped down your cheek. A Garden of Eden this was, and theyâd be damned if they let another serpent in.
Without even realising it, Bellamy had stood beside you, his arm wrapping around your shoulder before pressing a tender kiss to the top of your head.
âWeâll do better this time,â he reassured as if he could read your mind.
You turned your head and pressed a quick kiss to his shoulder.
His eyes crinkled as a soft smile grew on his lips. âCome on, let's catch up to the others.â
And so, you did.
Following Bellamy until you caught up with the rest of the group, you began the journey to the beacon, trekking through the new and undisturbed forest. Though it was beautiful, you still had a lingering fear of what might lurking in the thick clusters of trees. Maybe there were Grounders here too. At least they were human beings with actual consciences. This was an entirely new planet in an entirely new solar system so there could be animals or beings they had never encountered before.
All you could do was pray you werenât on the bottom of the food chain.
An hour or two passed before the forest began to thin out and give way to a lake of pristine blue water surrounded by overlooking mountains.
âLooks like we found a water source,â Bellamy spoke as they stepped onto the tan sand. âWeâll camp here tonight and continue on at first light.â
They were confronted wave after wave with the planetâs beauty without end. It almost seemed too perfect. As everyone was distracted by the new view, Murphy began walking towards the water, removing a piece of clothing with each step, completely disregarding the fact that he had healing bullet holes on his body.
You stepped forward to stop him just as the others did. âMurphy, wait, yourÂââ
He glanced back at you, cutting your sentence off. âComms room!â
That shut you up, as well as causing your face to redden intensely.
Clarke stepped beside you, watching as Murphy took off his shirt and stepped into the water, diving beneath the surface. âWhat was that about?â
âUh, nothing.â You side-eyed Bellamy who was shifting his weight, clearly uncomfortable.
Soon enough, Murphy had resurfaced, his wounds bleeding and turning the water around him a faint rust colour. Not that he cared.
âCome on in, the waterâs fine!â he shouted.
Emori was next to enter the water, though not entirely at her own will. It was nice to see her and Murphy enjoying themselves, but who said they could have all the fun?
Without a second thought, you unclipped your backpack and dropped it to the ground, tying your hair into a low bun with the band on your wrist. You lifted your long-sleeve shirt over your head, leaving you only in your low-cut tank top. You had thought it would have been Bellamy who was first to notice, except it was Clarke whose eyes were now trained on your chest.
Brows raised, you motioned to your eyes with two fingers. âEyes up here, Clarke.â
She cleared her throat and mumbled an apology, focusing back on Emori and Murphy.
You walked over to Bellamy, standing beside him as he watched the scene in front of him. His attention quickly shifted to you as your hip brushed against his hand.
âWhat dâyou say, Blake?â You unbuttoned your jeans, pushing them down to your ankles and stepping out. âUp for a swim?â
His lips parted as he stared down at your half-naked figure. Before he had a chance to answer, you were making your way down to the water with a tantalising grin. You were nothing if not a tease and he knew that firsthand. A little extra sway in your hips was all it took for him to start removing his own backpack and undressing his upper body.
The water had reached up to your hips before a pair of hands abruptly grabbed onto your waist. A short shriek escaped your throat before you were tackled beneath the water. Resurfacing, you wiped the water from your eyes, coming face-to-face with an amused Bellamy.
âAsshole!â You attempted to push his chest, but he didnât budge, instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist again and began dragging you both further out.
âSo easily riled up,â he teased with a smirk.
Sighing defeatedly, you leaned into his grasp, allowing him to keep you both afloat. Bellamy could just touch the lake floor, so you knew if he let you go, you would be drowning. Swimming wasnât exactly anyoneâs strong suit, so you just hoped you hadnât done anything previously to piss him off.
Your legs curled around his torso. At first, the action was innocent, but then you realised that the little performance you made on the beach had consequences. Hard consequences that he seemed to be very aware of. Eyes blown wide with surprise, you squeezed your legs around his hips, grounding yourself onto him.
He grunted softly, tightening his hold on you. âYou do that again and I wonât care if everyone is watching.â
The deep sense of possession enveloped in his voice sent warm tingles running down your spine, replacing the coldness of the water surrounding your body. Knowing him, he probably wasnât lying either, especially given both of your rising desires for each other. For a split second, you were ready to test the legitimacy of his threat, but rationality was quick to jump in.
As you loosened your hold around him, you were unsure whether the look he gave you was of praise or displeasure. If you couldnât do that, then you would at least take advantage of the opportunity for another type of intimacy.
Placing a hand on either side of his jaw, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his which he was quick to reciprocate. Droplets of fresh water dripped from the wet strands across his forehead, mixing between your skin and his, and alleviating the heat of each otherâs desire.
His hands ran up and down your back underneath your saturated tank top, leaving a trail of warmth in his wake. Over and over, you kissed him and then youâd take a split second to get some air. It quickly became a pattern yet each time your lips met became more and more exhilarating.
The moment was rapidly becoming more fervent with each passing second. Soon enough, you were clinging onto each other, the water rippling from your bodies moving ever-so-slightly against one another to create some kind of friction. You could hear Bellamyâs breathing become quick and uneven, just like your own. You could feel his tongue glide across your bottom lip as if to knock before entering. And just before you could let him in, you were pulled apartâŠ
âHey. Hey! None of that shit,â Murphy demanded from a distance.
Bellamy pulled away first, visibly frustrated as he turned his head to your interrupter.
You simply pinched the bridge of your nose and groaned, one hand still holding onto his shoulder.
âShut up, Murphy!â you and Bellamy shouted in unison.
Even Emori was quick to come to your aid. âCome on, John, they were just kissing.â
âYou havenât seen the things Iâve seen,â you heard him murmur to her.
**********
The sky was blanketed in darkness long after the two suns dipped below the horizon. Insects were chirping, a small fire was crackling in the centre of the group, and tiny waves were cresting on the shore. You were leaning against a log of driftwood, legs extended in front of you as you gazed at the giant, ringed planet in the sky, its purple and pink hue reflecting on the lakeâs surface.
Peace. Or so it would have been if not for the chaos running rampant in your mind.
Bellamyâs lips. Bellamyâs hands. Bellamyâs fingers. Your eyes fluttered shut. Bellamy, Bellamy, Bellamyâ
A loud pop from the fire sounded which startled you from your thoughts.
Opening your eyes, you looked around the camp. Everybody else seemed to be in their own little worlds too, unable to shake the incredulity of knowing they were now on an alien planet. Clarke was on her back, gazing up at the foreign sky above; Jackson was enthusing about the unfamiliar wildlife. Echo simply admired the tall mountains that encompassed the lake, an expression of gratitude reflecting on her face. You would feel the same way too if your hormones werenât raging like that of a teenage boyâs.
To add fuel to the fireâquite literallyâBellamy was bent over the flames, cyan blue sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and feeding more wood to the blaze. His dark curls were pushed back from his face apart from a few stray strands. His skin was shining from the humidity, sending your mind spiralling into a visualisation of the times he was on top of you, all sweaty and hitting that eye-rolling spot inside of you over and over.
You sighed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. This was ridiculous; he was your boyfriend and yet every time he was near, your body responded to him like a schoolgirl with a crush.
âSomething on your mind?â
He had sat down beside you, your shoulders now pushed up against one another.
More like âsomeoneâ, you thought.
âNope.â You crossed your legs over one another, thighs squeezing together in the hopes of providing some kind of relief. You couldnât even bear to look at him, afraid that your willpower would come crumbling to ruins. âNo thoughts up here.â
Bellamy eyed your visibly flustered state, one cocky eyebrow raised.
His hand moved onto your leg. âLiar. I know your tells. And this,â he murmured whilst squeezing the inner plush of your thigh, âis one of them.â
Finally, your gaze met his, almost like you were in a standoff. He knew how much you were suffering. Mostly because he was too.
âBellamy,â you warned.
He turned back to the fire, slowly kneading your inner thigh. âIâve been thinkingâŠâ
âUh oh.â
The flickering flames reflecting in his dark brown irises turned them a blazing orange but did nothing to alleviate the darkness that was sitting just behind his eyes. Taunting him probably wasnât the brightest idea at that moment.
Then again, it also held the potential to be a fantastic idea. You knew how he got when pushed to his limits.
âSeems like we canât go five minutes without being interrupted,â he began, curling his hand around your thigh. âSo, I figured we may as well turn it into a challenge.â
âA challenge?â you asked, moving your hand on top of his and taking control.
He nodded.
Slowly, you began to guide his hand further up your thigh, inch by inch. As expected, he showed no resistance. You could even see the imprint on the front of his pants which were now tight for the third time that day. âAnd what exactly does this challenge involve?â
As you got closer to the destination you craved most, your movements became slower, and more delayed, contrasting to the increasing pace of your chest rising and falling. Your shoulders pushed back against the driftwood, your body reclining just a tiny bit further as you stared up at him, lips parted.
Bellamy watched his hand travel beneath your own, completely transfixed. âWe, uh, see who can last longer withoutâŠâ he trailed off as your thighs clamped tighter around him.
The side of his hand brushed against your clit through the material of your pants and your breath hitched. Thank god everyone else was too distracted to notice the situation unfolding before them. The fire was probably doing you both some favours as well.
âWithoutâŠ?â you coaxed him on.
You pressed him firmer against you, rolling your hips in small circles to create the sensation youâd been longing for. He didnât move, only allowing you to use him for your own pleasure. The muscles in your stomach flexed as tingles quickly spread across the lower half of your body, from your toes to beneath Bellamyâs hand. Youâd give anything to let him give you your release then and there, but you knew an audience wasnât exactly favourable.
That didnât mean you couldnât enjoy the build-up.
God, Bellamy was right. You really were into exhibitionism.
By the way his brows were pulled together and his eyes looked almost pained, you swore he was about to come undone just at the sight of you.
He clenched his jaw and managed to ground out, âWithout touching each other.â
Your eyes flickered between his, showing no sign of stopping your movements even when he finally managed to get out his explanation. You slightly bucked your hips forward, pulling him in further to which he inhaled sharply. Truth be told, Bellamy was the most stubborn person you had ever met, excluding his sister, Octavia. But there was one thing that could overrule Bellamyâs unwavering resolve, and that was you. Hell, on multiple occasions all you had to do was ask and he would be on his knees, mouth between your thighs in the blink of an eye, so he should have known the minute he announced his little game, you had already won.
âOkay,â you whispered with an innocent smile.
Within seconds, you had shot up onto your feet, now hovering over him.
Instinctively, he too moved into a standing position as if under threat. He stood so close that your torso was nearly touching his.
âWhat are you doing?â He leaned in close, voice low to prevent attracting any attention from the others.
âUm, winning?â
He scoffed. âYeah, right. Iâve gone over a century without you; I can last a little longer.â
You took one step closer until you were flush against him. How could you not? Itâs not like heâd expect you to make it easy on him.
âOnly a little? Oh, come on Blake, have a bit of faith in yourself. You can last longer than that.â You looked him up and down. âI would know.â
He peered down at you, eyes half-lidded, and hummed a chuckle, one that was meant to say, âYou are in way over your head, princessâ. Maybe you were or maybe he was. What you both knew for sure was how the game was going to end, and despite your determination to win, that moment couldnât come soon enough.
His body left yours and he backed away, a smug smirk resting on his face. He retreated over to Murphy and Emori, sitting on the log beside them and began engaging in their conversation.
You turned to face the fire, letting out a shaky breath you were hoping he couldnât hear. It had become quiet now, the surrounding area seemed different compared to just a few minutes prior, but you couldnât pinpoint why. The small waves were still rolling onto the shore; the campfire was still crackling.
Something was missing.
You scanned the area for anything out of the ordinary. Nothing.
âOw!â
Your eyes snapped to the sudden voice. Clarke was sitting on a plank of wood, rubbing the back of her neck with her brows furrowed together.
Walking over, you sat on a log adjacent to her. âWhat happened?â
âOh, just got bit by a bug.â She gestured to the dead insect lying on the wood beside her.
It had big, round eyes, and wings like a fly. Wouldnât have been a cause for concern if it werenât the size of your palm and had a tail like a scorpion.
âSome bug.â
Thatâs when you realisedâall the insects had stopped chirping.
Almost on command, Jackson and Miller stumbled over to the campfire, gaining everyoneâs attention as Jackson rambled on about how he had captured the same bug in a glass jar and its behaviour had randomly become erratic. People began rising from their seats and crowding to watch the insect smash itself against the glass. Clarke and you shared a concerned look.
The air, which once was silent and peaceful, began to buzz like you were all surrounded by a cluster of beehives. Reality was much worse.
âWhat the hell is that?â Emori spoke.
As if to answer her question, the sky suddenly filled with hundreds, no, thousands of winged insects, which seemed to follow each other in groups that formed large patterns in the air. You were willing to bet your life on them being the same as the one that bit Clarke. Greatâman-eating bugs.
âSwarm.â
âEverybody cover up! Weâre heading to the beacon now!â Bellamy commanded.
You snatched your backpack from the ground, pulling out a black cotton scarf before slinging the bag straps over your shoulders. Not long passed before the others did the same and you were all running for your lives through the dense thicket of trees. Branches snagged on your clothes, shredding them to bits as you struggled not to run face-first into a tree. You wouldnât be the first to do it, thoughâŠ. Murphy.
Your breathing was becoming irregular as your body pushed to its limits. As awful as it sounded, when Emori tripped over a fallen branch and the group had to stop and help her, you praised the lord. Everyone huddled together, the bugs now surrounding the group, flying past and leaving bite marks on your bodies. Luckily, Clarke had the idea to light a flare.
âThey hate fire! Light the flares!â she shouted.
Someone came running toward you from where Emori had tripped, placing a hand on each of your upper arms. Upon seeing their eyes, you knew it was Bellamy. He wordlessly scanned your features for any wounds, his gaze a mixture of concentration and worry. You nodded as if to tell him you were alright, and he did the same.
After the ten seconds you were provided to catch your breath passed, you were on the move again, the flares now protecting the group from the swarm. The trees were becoming less and less, and the ground under your feet had turned into a wide gravel path that ended at a large field of crops surrounded by metal rod towers.
You continued running forward, following the others as the field grew closer. In front was Shaw, who was multi-tasking between tracking the beacon on his device and leading the group to safety.
âHere! The beaconâs here!â he shouted.
Just as he passed through the towers that bordered the crop field, a bolt of what looked like lightning struck him. He was sent flying back into the group with a yell, landing at your feet.
âShaw!â You crouched down, observing the minor burns that were littered across his cheeks and forehead.
He groaned, pulling himself back onto his feet with your assistance. âIâm alright.â
Jackson rushed to his side, immediately pulling out his med pack and assessing his wounds. The damage wasnât lethal but if they couldnât find a way to get through to the other side, they would have more to be worried about than burnt flesh.
Clarke was already searching for an answer to their escape and once again, she found it.
âItâs radiation.â She looked around as the bugs began to circle them, blocking their long-distance view. âWe need to get through. It wonât affect me.â
Before anyone could stop her, she was running through the shield-like fence.
âClarke, wait!â
âGet back here!â
To everyoneâs surprise, she made it out the other side without a scratch. But how was everyone else supposed to get through without Nightblood?
You felt a warm hand slip into your own, offering a small amount of comfort. You didnât need to look to know whose it belonged.
âClarke, the towerâits Eligius tech. You need the failsafe code to turn off the shield!â Shaw yelled out. âFour-seven-eight-one-five!â
Exhaling a sigh of relief, you squeezed Bellamyâs hand. Thereâs a failsafe code.
Clarke rushed to one of the metal towers, opened the control panel and punched in the code. The energy sources atop each tower dissipated, signalling the shield's termination.
âItâs down! Come on!â
Murphy was the first to pass through, dragging Emori behind him. Copying his actions, Bellamy tugged you forward, the both of you passing through the towers together. Once everyone made it through, Clarke powered up the defence again, causing the swarm of insects to disintegrate upon meeting the shieldâs radiation bolts.
No one said a word. Instead, they used the time to catch their breaths, some laying on the ground and others dropping to their knees. You tugged the covering off your head and placed your hands on your thighs for support. Multiple strands of hair fell around your face as you bent over, trying to replace the air your lungs lost, a few strings of curses spilling out in between.
Bellamy, who was so inconceivably fit that his breathing was already slow and even, placed a hand on your shoulder. âYou okay?â
Lifting a shaky arm from your leg, you gave him the thumbs up.
He tenderly massaged your shoulder and scanned the group to make sure everyone else was alright.
âWhat the hell was that?â Echo huffed.
**********
Night cycles on Planet Alpha operated very differently compared to Earthâdarkness held the sky for a good five hours before the two suns rose again, much unlike the twelve hours everyone was accustomed to back on Earth. That and this planet sent man-eating swarms of insects whenever night fell. Or so you assumed.
The suns peaked through the distant treetops; orange beams of light were spread across the fields you had walked. A few hours had gone by since you first stepped through the radiation shields. A few hours of walking got you and the others atop a small mountain that seemed to be centred within the large circle of towers, providing a good bird's eye view of the fields of crops below.
You continued trekking up the well-trodden path on the hill, Bellamy and Clarke on either side of you. The last time you interacted with Bellamy was when you entered the protected area, but since then, you had avoided eye contact, physical touch, and conversation. You knew yourself; one wrong move and you would lose his game. Despite almost being eaten alive, you were still determined to stick to the rules, and even though innocent affection and conversation were allowed, you didnât want to risk it.
Plus, total avoidance would only make him crave you moreâthe basic rule of men, unfortunately.
Emori walked a few steps in front of the group, her movements quickening as they reached a rounded corner. âGuys, look. Stairs.â
Orange-brick stairs came into view and you watched as Emori began ascending them, everyone else following behind her. You climbed up the stairs, Bellamy ahead of you by a step or two. Not for long though. Your pace increased until you were shoulder-to-shoulder, but only for a split second before you placed a hand on his bicep, dragging your palm across as you moved a few steps ahead of him. You could hear his breath hitch and a small smirk teased the corner of your lips. Now he was the one behind youâhow he usually liked it.
If you werenât going to interact with him, the least you could do was give him a good view.
Once you reached the top of the stairs, everyone stood side-by-side, taking in the view in front of them. It was incredible. It was like all the beauty on that planet had been condensed, thrown into a single area and turned into a village. That was what it wasâa village. Plus, a castle?
âThey have a castle,â Murphy said in wonder.
It looked like something from medieval times crossed with The Hobbit. The windows were circular and made of multi-coloured glass panes. The structure was made of bricks and rounded towers with various intricate patterns decorating different areas, and two round staircases curving up to a second-level balcony. It was so striking it had to have belonged to some divine being because no one else could have deserved such a beautiful palace. Well, there was one exception.
You glanced at Bellamy whose face was lit up with the brightest grin you had ever seen as he too let the beauty sink in. Your heart skipped a beat and you had to turn away. So, you turned to Murphy.
âPerfect for you, Murphy,â you jested. âKing of the cockroaches.â
âCareful. Roaches bite, you know,â he retorted
You raised your hands in faux fear.
Clarke stepped forward. âCome on. Letâs see if anyoneâs home.â
Most of the buildings looked modern and were made of glass and coloured wood or shipping containers, surrounded and covered by different types of flora. Flowers were not in short supply there, that was for sure; every garden held a new and exotic type. Even the pond in the middle of the village had flowers in it. There were coloured banners everywhere as wellâsome that hung from each building, and some that were standalone's. The sunsâ light just made everything seem so much more vibrant and enchanting.
You and the others were going door-to-door, knocking on each one to see if anyone was there. So far, you had no luck, if thatâs even what it was. Almost every home had been checked, but there was no one. The last house to be checked came by and apparently Murphy ran out of patience for simple pleasantries. He kicked the front doors open.
âWell, look at that.â He turned to the group. âThis oneâs unlocked.â
He stepped inside and began rummaging through the ownerâs belongings, not that it surprised anyone very much. You watched as he bent over and picked up something that looked like a neck cuff connected to chains on a wall.
âHm. Kinky.â He turned back to the group with a devious grin on his face. His eyes flickered between you and Bellamy. âAny takers?â
He gestured between the two of you with the chains as if he were offering them. Oh, you were so tempted to pull a knife on him.
Your eyes went wide, and Bellamy almost choked on his own breath. All eyes were now on you and him.
You took off in the opposite direction before anyone could say a word. âIâmâIâm gonna find a change of clothes.â
It was a perfectly reasonable excuse to leave anyway. Your clothes were practically threadbare from the rough escape through the forest. Thankfully, you could hear the group begin talking about something completely unrelated before you were out of hearing distance. You werenât sure where you were headed in particular. Anywhere that wasnât near Murphy or Bellamy would suffice.
You didnât want to be apart from Bellamy at all. Quite the opposite. You wanted him. You wanted his hands to roam all over your body, to feel his arms tight around your waist as he thrust deep inside you from beneath, and to have his name dripping from your tongue as he made it impossible for you to distinguish the meaning between the words âloveâ and âlustâ.
(If only you knew that he was suffering the exact same way.)
However, his ego was much too inflated for you to let him win. It was a sacrifice for the greater good. The greater good being not having to constantly listen to him tease you for losing in the future. But as time went on and your body started physically reacting to the separation, losing started to seem like not such a terrible idea. You were conflicted. Give in, or push on? The decision was painfully frustrating and also just downright painful.
While amidst your thoughts, your feet had carried you to the opposite side of the village until you were standing outside a dark red-wooded house. Covering the poles that held up the structureâs second story were apple blossoms. âLetâs not bite the apple this time.â That was the first thing you had said after stepping onto the groundâa reference to the story of Adam and Eve. Now here you were, contemplating handing yourself over to desire. A literal bite of the apple.
You shook your head, pulling down the door handle to the red house and it opened. Locks didnât exist in this place it seemed. Stepping inside, you noticed several cardboard boxes on the ground both opened and unopened. There was furnishing such as couches, bookcases, a round glass dining table, and leather seats, but they were all scattered across the room and half had white sheets covering them. It looked like the owner had just been moving in.
As you assessed the room, you noticed a floor-length mirror attached to one of the walls, so naturally, you moved yourself in front of it. The reflection did not match the person you were before leaving Eligius IV. Your bun wasnât even a bun anymore; half of it had fallen out whilst the other struggled to stay within the hair band. Your clothes had more holes than you could count and were covered in a thick layer of dirt and insect blood. A grimace fell across your face. Gross.
At your feet was another cardboard box; it was opened with a variety of fabrics spilling out. Crouching down, you pulled out the black material at the top to find that it was a long-sleeve off-the-shoulder shirt. It wasnât exactly practical, but it beat wearing insect organs. You exchanged your two previous shirts for the black shirt; the material stretched around your curves, clinging to your body like a second skin.
Next was a change of pants. You kicked off your shoes and peeled off your jeans, leaving you only in your black underwear and socks. And so, the search began. A good ten minutes went by and you found nothing but long skirts and dresses. You were not about to walk outside dressed up like some grounder princess. Not now at least. Maybe there were more boxes upstairs?
After locating the staircase to the second story, you began to climb. Just like the first level, there were boxes and furnishings. There was a large thigh-high mattress against the back wall with two glass doors on either side leading to a balcony. The mattress was covered in several different blankets consisting of shades between white and purple with a mountain of matching pillows at the head of the bed. On the wall facing the mattress was another floor-length mirror. These people had a vanity problem.
Much to your displeasure, none of the boxes upstairs contained any pants either, so there you stood in the middle of the room wearing only a tight shirt and underwear. You sighed in frustration, tugging your hair band from the bun and letting your locks cascade over your shoulders and down your back. With nothing else to do, you decided you might as well go outside and see what the others were doing. You stepped out onto the balcony; the houseâs architect had the right idea by designing it with a concrete fence that covered your lower half.
The others were still lingering on the other side of the village. You rested your forearms on the balcony fence, watching as Murphy signalled for Shaw and Bellamyâs assistance with pulling a heavy wooden crate from inside one of the houses. Knowing Murphy, it was probably full of stuff he was going to take for himself, which would have explained Bellamyâs reluctant stance. There was also something else that seemed to be troubling him. He looked distracted, almost torn between choices, his eyes occasionally wandering to the opposite side of the village where you had previously walked off to. Nevertheless, he eventually did give in to helping Murphy.
And then suddenly time all around you began to slow down. You were in a trance and it was no one but Bellamyâs fault.
He shrugged off his jacket and rolled up his shirt sleeves to his elbows, exposing his tanned and veiny arms beneath. He placed his hands underneath the crate and lifted in time with Murphy and Shaw. Even from such a distance, you could see his muscles tense and flex under the weight, the size of his biceps nearly doubling and bursting through the seams of his shirt. His face carried a strained expression, something you had seen many times before but in very different circumstances.
Your skin flushed with heat, and your bottom lip curled between your teeth as you struggled to keep your breathing under control. Blood was buzzing in your ears; you felt fucking intoxicated. You were aware of how feral your behaviour had become but it was inevitable. In a game like this, it had to be.
Once the crate was outside, he and Murphy placed it on the ground. Bellamy ran a hand through his hair, his gaze already beginning to wander once again. As if he could feel your stare burning straight through him, his eyes found your distant ones up on the balcony. The feeling of a hole being burnt through him was understandable because your eyes were ablaze with sin. That had to have been the tenth time youâd made him hard now and it was becoming painful.
You werenât embarrassed to be caught staring, instead, you were intrigued as to what his next movements would be. But he made none. He simply stared at you over his shoulder, eyes stern and calculating. Who was going to win wasnât the question anymore. The question was: How could either of you prepare for what was coming? A centuryâs worth of abstinence was also a centuryâs worth of build-up, meaning the release would be messy, and Bellamy wasnât one to hold back.
Finally, he broke the eye contact, but only for a few seconds. His eyes moved to the building beside him and then back to you as if he were trying to get you to follow his gaze. So, you did. What he had gestured to was another pair of chains and handcuffs connected to a wall. Instinctively, you gasped, feeling a pulse in your stomach which you knew was his exact objective. You looked back at him, seeing the self-satisfied grin plastered on his face before he turned back to the group.
That son of a bitch.
Your back slid down the concrete fence until your ass hit the cold marble floor. He was driving you to sex-crazed insanity and you didnât know how to fight against it. You needed something. Anything to relieve the torment. But you knew if you started, your hands would never stop, not until they were replaced with his.
Maybe the cuffs werenât such a bad idea.
âNo!â you had to verbally reprimand yourself.
Your head fell in your hands. This was all getting too much for you. One-hundred-and-twenty-five years⊠and a day! You wouldnât call yourself a nymphomaniac but holy fuck. It was getting to the point that even his name had you aching, tearing yourself to shreds. You couldnât take it any longer.
Moving onto your hands and knees, you began crawlingâyes, crawlingâback inside. You managed to pull yourself up onto the mattress with trembling arms and fell back against the quilt and cushions in the middle of the bed. A shaky breath left your lips. If Bellamy couldnât be there to take care of you, then you would finish the job yourself.
You slipped a hand beneath the thin fabric covering your heat, fingers racing to meet the spot you needed. Back arching into the bed and stomach tighteningâthat is what you expected to happen when your fingers began circling your clit, but it was nothing of the sort. All you felt was skin on skin and the slightest of sensations. Even when you pressed harder, and moved faster, there was nothing.
Letting out a quiet, distressed cry, you readjusted your position and switched hands. You began rubbing back and forth, side-to-side, every way that had gotten the job done in the past. You moved one hand under your shirt and began massaging your breast, pinching and grazing your nipple, trying to replicate all the moves Bellamy had pulled on you before.
Still, there was no relief from the ache you felt. You needed to go further. Your hand moved lower, fingers hovering over your slick opening before sliding one in. This was never your forte; it was Bellamyâs. Whenever you needed to pleasure yourself, you would stick with outside stimulation, so all you knew was what he had done to you. After sliding your finger in and out a few times, you added another, but it still didnât feel right. There was something you were missing that he usually did.
He took over your thoughts and you tried to imagine it was his hands instead of your own, but you were just fooling yourself. They were your fingers, not his. You were alone and you were desperate. No one could make you feel as close to heaven as him, not even yourself. Somehow, he knew the workings of your body even better than you did. Without him there in your desperate time of need, it was uselessâŠ
So, you started cryingâlike, actual tears-running-down-cheeks-and-sniffling crying. You felt utterly pathetic and that was all you felt. There was nothing you could do to help yourself. Bellamy was outside with the others, and it wasnât like you could just waltz out there without pants on and ask him to fuck you incoherent.
Your fingers slipped out from inside you, wet and splayed across your bare stomach as you stared up at the ceiling, condemned to the unshakable longing within. Too distracted by your inability to satisfy yourself and your attempts to stop the tears from flowing, you didnât hear the door downstairs open and closd. You sniffled, continuing to feel sorry for yourself.
Footsteps were coming up the staircase, but you didnât hear them either. Nor did you notice the familiar figure that was now leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest, feeling that same terrible longing that had led him to you. Only when he cleared his throat did you shoot up into a sitting position.Â
Bellamy.
âBellamy,â you whispered, eyes wide and full of new-found hope.
He didnât say anything, just simply observed you. First, he noticed the sparse clothing on the bottom half of your body; his pants became the tiniest bit tighter. Then he saw your eager expressionâeven tighter. And then, his eyes found the fingers lying in your lap, coated in a shine that had his entire body pulsing.
The drying tears on your cheeks were a dead giveaway of the desperation you had for him. He tilted his head, insincere pity washing across his features that you knew was only meant to taunt you. âWhat did you do?â
Your mouth opened to speak but you couldnât find the words. âIâIââ
He pushed off the doorway and slowly walked over to you, each step measured in regard to prolonging the time it took for the distance between you and him to close.
You moved onto your knees as he got closer.
Once he finally stopped beside the mattress where you were sitting, he peered down at you. âJust couldnât wait, could you?â
His arms were doing that thing again where they bulged beneath his shirt. He was right in front of you, all you had to do was reach out and touch. So, you did. You reached for his arm, but he was quick to intercept, catching your wrist in his hand. He looked like he was holding back a smirk, but his scheming eyes revealed how he felt. Smug.
For a moment, he moved his attention to your hand, turning it side-to-side to watch the light catch on the wetness. His eyes returned to yours and it was suddenly impossible to guess what he was thinking. He gently began to pull you forward, guiding you off the bed and you let him, oblivious as to where he was taking you.
When your feet hit the ground, he led you towards the wall. What you had failed to notice when you first entered the room was that there was another pair of chains connected to a handcuff. Scratch what you had thought beforeâthese people had a bigger kink problem than vanity. Before you even had a chance to think, the leather cuff was bound around both your wrists.
You looked up at Bellamy. âWait, whaâwhat are you doing?â
He sat back on the edge of the mattress. âGiving you another chance to win.â
The game. You had almost forgotten.
Winning and losing were a foreign concept to your mind now. All you wanted was Bellamy and he knew it which was why he found teasing you so entertaining. You tugged on the chains, trying to reach out to him even though you knew it was useless.
âDonât think that will work, princess.â
You stared at him, exhaling sharply. Frustration was quickly building, and you wondered how long it would take until you were in tears again.
He looked around the room as though he hadnât a worry in the world.
âItâs kinda hot in here, donât you think?â he asked, brows furrowed.
Then he was pulling his shirt over his head and you were sinking to your knees. That was just cruel. His entire torso was exposed now, from his well-defined abs and chest to his broad and muscular shoulders. So cruel.
Your head fell back against the wall. âBellââ
âWhat were you thinking about?â he interrupted, arms crossed over his chest again. There was no material preventing you from watching his muscles expand, from seeing the crafted curves of his toned arms. âBefore I came in.â
I was pretending it was you who was touching me, you thought of saying, but your voice failed you.
He leaned forward, forearms resting on his spread knees. Staring at you expectantly, he was quick to realise he wasnât getting an explanation. He nodded as if to say, âI see how it isâ.
âWas it my fingersâŠ?â He began cracking his knuckles one finger at a time, gaining all of your attention. âOr was I inside you?â
Your walls spasmed at the thought and you sighed softly.
âWere you imagining what it would feel like to have me between your legs after so long?â You closed your eyes, listening to him put the images in your mind. âHow good I can make you feel? How fast?â
Goosebumps spread all over your body, your skin tingling with anticipation. You heard the bedsheets ruffling. He had moved off the mattress, now crouched in front of you, but you didnât dare to open your eyes.
âYou know, Iâve been thinking about it too.â His voice was a low murmur now. âI canât stop.â
He watched your eyes screw shut even tighter as he got closer. You looked like you were hurting, and he almost gave in, with heavy emphasis on the âalmostâ. Instead, he ghosted a finger across your collarbone. âI think about kissing you here.â He trailed up your neck. âHere.â
You could feel the air flexing between your lips and his finger, and you shivered. âAnd here.â
Your eyes slowly peeled open to see his face in front of yours. His dark eyes flickered between your own, peering deep into your soul which was entwined with him. He was already inside you without even touching you; he was inside your mind and under your skin. Your body was his and his body was yours. You loved him so intensely that whenever he fucked you, you forgot you were two different people instead of one.
To Hell with the challenge. To Hell with losing. He was your Heaven, and such torturous deterrents wouldnât keep you away from the rapture he gave.
In a single move, you leaned forward and crashed your lips to his. Your body curved into him and he caught you with both arms, holding you upright against him. There was a split second before Bellamy responded as realised you finally gave in which meant he could too, and his lips began moving against yours. Just like the first kiss you shared on Eligius IV after waking up, this one was hungry, but that word sounded inadequate compared to what it really was. âRavenousâ was more accurate.
You moaned into his mouth, your body feeling like it was coming alive.
His movements were intoxicating and so were the small sounds he made when he tried to fill his lungs with air. There was a rumbling in his chest, and he sounded almost primal. He brought a hand to the side of your head, fingers buried beneath your hair as he deepened the kiss, merging your lips with his.
Your bodies rocked backwards and forwards, your cuffed hands pressed against his chest meanwhile his were around your back and the other was in your hair. Bellamyâs hand moved to squeeze your waist and your mouth opened, giving him the opportunity to slip his tongue inside and meet your own.
He rolled his tongue over yours during one kiss, and the next, yours had asserted dominance. You swirled around him, tasting him, mixing with him. During the time you took to explore the inside of his mouth, the floor beneath you had disappeared and was replaced with his arms. Your back was against the wall and if he wanted to, he could have dropped you at his feet; you had no way of holding on except for your legs which were wrapped around his hips.
You returned the power to him for a few seconds only to then lightly bite down on his bottom lip. He let out a quiet groan and slowly drew back to press his forehead to yours. For a while, you both stayed like this, breathing in each otherâs breaths with your eyes closed.
Everything around you began to spin, and your head felt euphoric as you used his air as your own. The sensation spread through your body, it coursed through your veins and you needed to move, to feel it come to life. Your hips bucked forward but he was quick to push back, pinning you against the wall with a small grunt. His erection pressed between your legs, but he didnât move. Eyes snapping open, you sent him a pleading look. How much longer was he going to make you wait? You tried to move your cuffed hands between your bodies, but he held them to his chest with one hand.
You wiggled against him, but it was futile.
âBell,â you almost sobbed. âBellamy, please.â
He lifted a finger beneath your chin, watching your reddened lips whisper the word âpleaseâ. He watched your eyes water, tears threatening to spill over the edge. You begged him over and over, and he allowed you to. He let you humiliate yourself in the hopes that he would give you what you wanted. You had completely fallen apart, and now he was going to piece you back together.
âWhat do you want?â His thumb brushed across your lips.
âJust touch me,â you pleaded.
A few more moments passed of you both just staring at each other, and then it was like something finally snapped in his eyes. He set you down on your feet. At first, you thought he was going to sit back on the bed, and you nearly choked out an objection. That isnât what happened.
Instead, he pressed another tender kiss to your lips, then to your jaw, your neck, and down your clothed chest. His hands moved down either side of your body as he sunk to his knees in front of you and trailed kisses across your exposed stomach.
Your breaths started coming out in shorter, shallower intervals as he moved further down.
His hands squeezed your hips as he kissed the skin below your navel, causing your eyes to nearly roll back then and there. Finally, he made it to just above the waistband of your underwear. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly now. So close. His hands moved onto your thighs and he leaned in, briefly pressing his warm lips to your thinly covered heat. A jolt of pleasure moved up your body and you gasped. You could feel itâhim.
He glanced up at your impatient expression before pulling the underwear down your legs, lifting each foot until it was completely discarded. He eyed the soaking mess that you already were and licked his bottom lip. This was all because of him. His eyes found yours once more, this time wordlessly asking for access despite your obvious enthusiasm.
All you managed to get out was a frantic, âPleaseâ.
And when his mouth finally found your clit, a tear fell from your eye.
Your bound hands fell on top of his head, tugging at the soft waves as his tongue delved between your folds and flicked across your clit. His warm hands moved to the backs of your thighs, burying his face even deeper, exploring you even further. He moved down to your opening, spreading his tongue flat against it and dragging up to collect the mess that you were already becoming. Once he had returned to your clit, his mouth suctioned, sucking with pressure that caused you to let out a cry.
It wasnât long before you felt the ghost of your orgasm begin to slowly step into the white light. The muscles in your stomach were tensing and rubbing together, preparing for a release that they were guaranteed to have.
Your back arched off the wall as you felt Bellamyâs teeth softly graze against the most sensitive part of your clit. He circled the surrounding area, the nerves beneath your skin setting alight with pleasure under his tongue, burning you from the inside out. When he mumbled something against you, you could feel the vibrations of his voice bury itself deep inside you, and you couldnât hold back the filthy moan that had been begging to escape.
He pulled back an inch, your hips unconsciously following him as he said, âYou lose.â
His mouth returned to your heat, focusing his attention on your throbbing clit, switching between flicking it with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth.
âNo,â you managed to breathe out. There was no way something like this could be called âlosingâ. You were the one who got to feel Bellamyâs mouth between your thighs, bringing you to an extreme state of ecstasy. You were the one who had him on his knees before you. âI win.â
He groaned at the sound of your voice and you felt the pleasure move up another level. Your legs buckled beneath you as you tried to grind on his tongue. He took that as a hint to haul one of your legs over his broad shoulder. Now you were another level higher. Your hips bucked against him, feeling almost like you were vibrating as he continued his movements.
Just when you thought the sensation couldnât get any better, you felt his thick finger suddenly slide deep into your opening and curl. Another tear ran down your cheek and you gripped onto his hair as your head fell back against the wall. You couldnât even moan; there was only a chorus of strangled noises leaving your throat. He pushed upwards into the soft fleshy wall inside you over and over at a fast and steady pace, and suddenly, you were on the edge of pure bliss, ready to dive into the consuming waters.
His mouth sucked on your clit, tongue circling its peak, meanwhile, he added another finger to pump inside of you.
âFuck, Bellamy!â Your voice had risen an octave, all breathy and needy.
Like a heartbeat, you could feel yourself throbbing, pleasure building more intensely with each pulse. The muscles in your stomach were so tight it felt like they were being burned with a white-hot flame. Your insides were twisting and coiling and with every curl of his fingers, the feeling only intensified.
Bellamy glanced up at you from below, your eyes meeting in a short exchange.
It all happened so fast.
âIâmââ Before you could finish your sentence, you were shot back up into space, seeing stars.
Your legs tensed up, heel digging into his back as your body began to shake. The coil inside your stomach unravelled, exiting through your opening but not before aggressively rubbing at your insides on the way out. For a moment, you forgot where you were. All you knew was the release, the buzzing in your ears and the way your vision swayed through half-lidded eyes.
Bellamyâs name flowed past your lips like a mantra. He didnât stop; he kept pumping, kept sucking, prolonging the sensation for as long as he could. Everything was pulsingâthe air, his fingers, your pussy. Everything. You wouldâve thought you had ascended to a higher dimension if it werenât for the man beneath you.
You felt his mouth disconnect from your body, fingers still moving inside, although, his pace was beginning to slow and so was your orgasm. The feeling was fading away, leaving you with an overwhelming feeling of weakness in the lower half of your body. Bellamy could feel your legs shaking, so he slid his fingers out. You couldnât hold yourself up anymore and the next thing you knew, your legs buckled, and you were collapsing to the ground
Bellamy caught you in his arms, pulling you into his lap. He watched your thighs tremble as aftershocks washed over you, creamy liquid dripping down your skin. Your furrowed brows, half-closed eyes, and parted lips were a sight to see; heâd never witnessed anything more beautiful in his life.
You peered up at him through your lashes, cuffed hands resting on your stomach, and you smiled. Then you laughed, and then he was laughing too. His chest vibrated against your skin. Your hands reached up to push back a strand of his hair from his face and suddenly you were kissing again.
He placed a hand on your back and guided you until you were sitting sideways on his lap. Your taste was on his tongue and you loved it. You felt it seep into your own tastebuds as you rewound back to when you came on his fingers. You used his chest as support to help swing your legs on either side of his folded thighs so that you were now facing him.
His hands ran down your sides, stopping at the hem of your shirt before pulling it up over your head, exposing your naked breasts to the warm air. Bras were impractical when you were Bellamy Blakeâs girlfriend; heâd always find some way of removing them anyway. Hell, you wouldnât have been surprised if he had burned all the ones you used to wear.
He lowered his head to your chest, hair tickling your neck as he began making it his mission to cover your breasts in bruises that marked you as his. Despite feeling like your ability to walk was eradicated, you could feel yourself craving more of him, more of his sex. As previously disclaimed, sometimes fatigue didnât stop you two from going multiple rounds and this time wasnât an exception.
If only your hands werenât bound. You wanted to touch him the way he did you. You wanted him to feel the world disappear and be replaced with a mind-numbing sense of sinful pleasure. You wanted to give that to him, but you couldnât. Your hands were cuffed, and he had the key.
âUncuff me, Blake,â you whispered.
His head lifted from your breasts, reluctant eyes meeting your own. âWhy should I?â
You rolled your eyes at his stubbornness and turned your head away from him, but he was quick to pull you back with two fingers on the side of your jaw.
âYou still lost, remember?â he added.
As if you didnât already know that. âThat was not my definition of losing.â
It was his turn to roll his eyes and even though you were supposed to be in a minor disagreement, you couldnât help but think about how fucking sexy he looked. You leaned forward, lips ghosting over his. âUncuff me, Blake.â
His jaw clenched and he leaned in, but you quickly pulled away. His eyes narrowed at you and the smirk you were biting back. He had played the âhumiliation gameâ with you and now it was time for payback. Bellamy may have been the one with the keys, but it was you who now had the control.
âCâmon, we both know youâll give in before me,â he said, arrogantly.
Always count on Bellamy to be egotistical, even in bed. Well, âon the floorâ would be more accurate.
âIs that so?â
âIt is.â
You hummed, placing your restrained hands on his chest and slowly grazing them down his torso. When you reached his stomach, you made sure to slow down and drag your nails across his skin.
He inhaled sharply when your nails scratched the area above his pantsâ waistband. âVery conceited for a boy who canât even handle being touched.â
His chuckle came out as a harsh exhale. ââBoyâ?â
âA man would take these chains off me.â
âYou think taunting me will get me to break?â
Provoking words wasnât what was going to break him; you knew that. It was underestimation that was going to be his fall. When it came down to it, men were very simple creatures. They chased after pleasure like it was the one thing that kept them alive, and you knew each and every weakness this man had. He thought just because he won the game, he also won the war. Well, guess again. You were going to knock him right off his high horse.
Your fingers dipped into his waistband. His hand quickly clamped over one of your wrists, pulling it away from his pants. Not that it mattered; you didnât need your hands. He held your hands in the space between your bodies, his chest rising a little more irregularly than before.
You leaned forward, tantalisingly slow. This time he made sure not to move a muscle, allowing you to do exactly what you wanted. Your mouth hovered in front of his and you could feel his warm breath fan across your lips. Softly, almost as if the moment had become sugary and sweet, you pressed a kiss to his lips, a tender closed-mouth moan buzzing in your throat upon contact. He responded with the same energy.
And then the mood abruptly shifted as you glided your tongue across his bottom lip.
You could feel his cock twitch beneath you, and you knew you were headed in the right direction. Grinding down on his lap, you managed to slip your tongue into his mouth as he grunted. One weakness down; four to go. Your tongue swirled around his with each open-mouth kiss, and he had no choiceâyou both knew he was having the time of his lifeâbut to reciprocate since he had already given up that area of defence.
Your hips continued to rock back and forth across his lap, occasionally applying a bit more pressure in the hopes he would be triggered to move. He wasnât. Yet. So, you left his lips and moved down to his neck, sucking and nipping at the skin. His head tilted to the side with a sigh, allowing you easier access. This spot was not your main target, though. Your kisses trailed up to his jaw, running along the sides and the curve of his jawline before dipping just beneath the area where his jaw and neck connected. That was one of his weak spots.
His next exhale was shaky, paired with the quietest of groans. Two down. Then you moved on to the next target: just below his ear. Your tongue grazed the area before you left your mark by sucking on his soft skin. He was louder this time and your confidence soared higher. Three; two to go.
He had let go of your wrists now, resting his hands on the curves of your hips with his eyes closed. So much for the whole my-willpower-is-stronger-than-yours dispute. You watched his face as you dragged yourself back and forth over his erection. His eyes screwed shut, brows pulling together, and his fingers pressing hard into the soft plush of your hips.
Come on. Come on, you thought.
âLet go, Bell,â you purred into his ear. Your entire body weight shifted onto his lap and you almost revealed the same weakness you were trying to pull from him. He was so incredibly hard now that it probably wasnât even healthy. He would have to unchain you soon. And just to pour gasoline on an already roaring fire, you added, âI want to feel you inside me.â
That was it. He couldnât deny himself the heaven you were giving anymore. His hips bucked up into you, creating a pseudo-sensation of sliding between your foldsâan action that erupted a full-fledged moan from his lips, causing your inner walls to flutter and your stomach to drop.
Weak point fourâcheck.
âFuck,â he muttered under his breath before suddenly snatching the knife from the holster on his belt and splitting the leather cuffs around your wrists.
And five. Check yes Juliet.
Wow. he couldnât even manage to grab the keys.
Your hands were free at last, and you wasted no time in using them. They rushed down to unbuckle his belt and tossed it on the floor with a clink. Before you could continue any further, Bellamy rolled you over so that you were now lying caged beneath him. His lips came down on yours in a flurry of passion.
Now that you had full-body autonomy, you couldnât help but explore every inch of him that you were once denied of touching. Your fingertips ran over his back, over the ridges of his shoulder blades, and around his large biceps. You wove your fingers into the roots of his hair and tugged just because you could.
He reached under the curve on your back, pulling your body up into his, your pelvisâ meeting in a rough collision. He was a mess of grunts and groans and you were quickly inhaling more air than you needed.
You moved a hand to his cheek to deepen the kiss as your touch explored his body further, slipping between your bodies and settling on unbuttoning his pants. Unzipping his flier with one-handed skill, your warm, soft hand slipped into his boxers, finally coming into contact with his hard cock.
His head fell to your chest with a broken moan.
Your fingers curled around him, beginning to stroke up and down his length. Bellamy had taken many of your firsts, including your first time so you had no one to compare him to. However, you were well aware that he was bigger than average. Even if he hadnât been, you were certain he would satisfy you the same; he was just that good.
He managed to lift his head back up and return to your lips as your arm pumped up and down. His hips lurched forward as your grip increased. All he could think about was how good you were going to feel when it was your heat that was engulfing him, how wet and warm you always were.
Your hand reached the head of his cock, thumb rubbing circles over his tip as you felt drops of precum coat your fingertip. He was usually able to last a long time, just like you, but this was different. Everything inside him was built up for a century, and it would not take much until he was coming in your hand. You wanted him to reach that point as soon as possible.
You left pecks trailing from his mouth, across his cheek, and to the side of his jaw. The bone of his jaw fell victim to your grazing tongue as your pace increased along with the pressure of your grip. He was breathing heavily now, every second breath mixed with a low, breathy moan or grunt. You were throbbing just listening to the sounds he made.
A few curses left his mouth, revealing how close he wasâthat and the way his cock was practically pulsating in your hand. You twisted your hand with each stroke, effortlessly gliding your palm down his large veiny length. Your thumb grazed over the sensitive band of skin beneath the head of his cock, and his entire body flinched.
He was almost over the edge; all you had to do was give him a little push. Wanting to see his face one last time before you did, you leaned back, cradling his jaw in one hand whilst the other continued below. His eyes were shut, inner brows pulled upwards in a painfully blissful expression and strands of dishevelled dark hair had fallen across his forehead. God, he was gorgeous. What you wouldnât give toâŠ
No. You had your pleasure; now it was his turn. With each jerk and twist of your hand, your fingers ran over his tip then moved back down to lightly squeeze and repeat. You pressed one last peck to his lips before travelling to that spot below his ear, running your tongue over the skin and then sucked.
His cock twitched in your hand, stomach tensing against your forearm before he finally let go. He let out a loud guttural moan of your name, almost a cry, as he released onto both your hand and the inside of his pants. His head fell forward into the space between your neck and shoulder, groaning into your heated skin which sent vibrations down to your breast.
He remained in that spot for a few moments as you continued to slowly pump him up and down whilst pressing kisses to his shoulder. As he attempted to get his breath back, you removed your hand from his pants and moved both onto his back, lightly dragging your nails over his skin.
Now you were both even, but it was clear this was far from over.
Warm pants fanned across your face after he recovered enough to hover over your body. You were about to tease him for coming quicker than you did, but his tongue was suddenly in your mouth, rolling around your own. And then you felt itâhe was already hard again.
Thatâs a lot of stamina for a hundred-and-fifty-one-year-old man.
He left your lips again and rose to his knees. His carnally intense eyes never left yours as he pulled both his pants and boxers down to his lower thighs. You watched as his cock sprang from his boxers and bounced off his toned stomach. Still looking good for a hundred-and-fifty-one-year-old man too. Extremely good. Like, actually drool-worthy good.
And it seemed he was thinking the very same thing.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he spoke, almost like he couldnât believe the fact himself before he descended back down to you, mouth hot on yours.
His hands were on the floor on either side of your shoulders, essentially trapping you beneath him. You loved how small he made you feel compared to him; almost like he could hold you in the palm of his hand like a little china doll. The treatment he gave you was also like that of a china dollâsuch a delicate and treasured touch. Though, there were times when he would practically throw you around like a rag doll, mostly when you were both deep in an intense fuck session.
The length of his cock glided over your stomach as he moved his body into each kiss. It was so close to where you needed it, yet still so far. Your legs curled around his hips in an attempt to guide him to your entrance, but he showed slight resistance. His tip was just pushing through your folds, sliding across with each movement he made. It was torture.
You pulled back from his lips, hands almost clawing at the sides of his chest. âPlease, Bell, justââ
A gasp escaped you both as Bellamy finally pushed inside you in one fluid movement, his hips almost meeting yours as he filled you as much as your previously abstinent body allowed. Your walls welcomed him and the long-awaited feeling of his cock brushing against that back-arching spot deep within you. He hadnât even moved yet, but your eyes were fluttering, and your throat was already tightening as you struggled to let out a moan.
Neither of you could do anything but struggle to keep your composure, waiting for the overwhelming heat of pleasure to subdue just the tiniest bit so your bodies could start moving without the world crashing down around you. After moments of stillness passed, Bellamy finally began to move, his pace slow but so, so deep. His gaze was intense as he found his rhythm, sliding almost completely out and then pushing himself back inside you. Fuck, the way your warmth consumed him was hypnotic.
It was kind of like the first time you had slept together those many years ago, minus the nearly unbearable pain when he first entered you, of course. It was intense yet still so full of adoration.
Your body soon grew accustomed to the feeling of his cock stretching you open, making room for him to bury even deeper, to feel your walls completely swallow him whole. That is when his pace started to increase. Your arms hooked around his biceps, bringing him closer as he continued his thrusts.
Not long passed before his hips were snapping against yours; he wasnât just sliding in and out of you anymoreâhe was fucking you, pounding into you. Each time he buried himself deep, the area above his cock ground against your clit, stimulating you from the inside and out, so much that it was impossible to hold back a moan.
He moved a strand of hair away from your face, nodding his head as if to praise your vocalisation. The sight of him praising you for simply enjoying yourself as he fucked you was something that turned you on beyond belief. Not that you needed any more turning on at that point, but still, the reaction stood firm.
You wanted him deeper, in any way that was still physically possible.
And then, a sudden, lust-bound thought entered your mind and before you could even ponder it, you had used all your strength to roll yourself on top of his body. Now, his hands were on your hips, head thrown back on the floor and mouth hung open as you rode his cock.
âOh, fuck!â Bellamy groaned.
Your hands were on his thighs as to hold up your half-reclined position and you were bouncing up and down, rolling your hips so you could feel him everywhere inside you.
A shudder ran down your body, peaking the nipples of your bouncing breasts. You swore you could almost feel him in your stomach. You shifted your body weight into your arms and pushed yourself upwards, sliding his cock nearly all the way out, circling your entrance around his tip before sinking back down to his base.
The both of you let out a synced noise of satisfaction.
His eyes followed each roll of your breasts in a trance, and then he cupped one in his hand, circling his thumb around your sensitive nipple. You gave Bellamy a smile, one that was so sweet and unintentionally seductive. He let out a half chuckle, half groan.
Your legs began to burn, a reminder of the experience you had with Bellamyâs tongue just before this. The way your clit was slapping against his pelvis each time you dropped mimicked the way his tongue had previously flicked and rolled around it. Your pace was beginning to slow, and your rhythm faltered, but you didnât want the sensation to stop. Instead, you let yourself sink fully down on his cock, and your eyes rolled back. Ok, now he had to be in your stomach because there was no other explanation for the deepness you felt.
He was permanently in that spot that had blood rushing to your head, and with your hips rocking back and forth the way they were, your gut was throbbing with a build-up of ecstasy.
âIââ you panted. âI canât hold myself up much longer.â
You squeezed his thighs, surely leaving behind red marks as you tried to push yourself up and down a few more times, pleasure and pain fuelling each of your repetitions. It was no use; your arms were trembling, and muscles were burning.
Bellamy was quick to your aid. âIâve got you, princess, donât worry.â
His hands moved to your back, pulling you forward, and colliding your breasts into his chest. Next thing you knew, he was pounding hard up into your pussy, his movements so fast you couldnât even count the number of thrusts he made every five seconds, but it felt so good. So good that you almost screamed.
Your clit was throbbing, inner walls clenching around his unrelenting cock. You were hot, your body slick with sweat, but it wasnât just that; there was also a fire pooling at the bottom of your abdomen, spreading through your muscles, through every fibre of your being and you didnât want it to stop.
Bellamyâs arms were wrapped around your waist, rendering you immobile to each of his insatiable thrusts but it made you feel all the more incredible. He was hitting that soft, fleshy spot inside you over and over again, and you felt like you were going to burst. Your stomach was fluttering, his cock was pulsing inside you, and you were a mess of whines and moans.
âYou feelââ he couldnât even speak without releasing a rough moan. His arms tightened around you, mouth moving against your shoulder to say, âFeel so good.â
You couldnât help but cry out at his words; he sounded so drunk on pleasure.
He began pressing rough kisses to your neck and the noises leaving your throat were utterly impure. His knees bent inwards, allowing him to thrust even faster into you. You were both overcome with desire, hellbent on chasing your release that was taunting you from the shadows. Bellamy seemed almost animalistic, sucking and biting at the skin of your neck whilst pounding into you from below.
Like always, he had made it so that you didnât have to lift a finger, and he liked it that way. He was making you feel like you had slipped into heaven, and only he could do that. One of his many sources of joy was that your body only knew his cock, and it would forever only know his because that was how long he planned to love you.
You placed a hand on the floor beside his head, hovering your face above his. His eyes were quick to find yours as you gazed down at him.
In between each of his thrusts, you breathed out, âIâloveâyou.â
He looked so flustered, so puffed out. He was unable to repeat the words back without them sounding like a laboured breath of air so instead, he jerked forward and latched his mouth on the bone of your jaw, turning your skin red and purple.
Your head turned to the side to give him easier access only to unexpectedly come face-to-face with yourself being absolutely destroyed in the mirrorâs reflection.
Well⊠It sure wasnât a vanity problem these people had, you knew that now.
âBellamy, look,â you gasped.
His entire body stilled at the sound of your voice and he eyed you with a worried expression. âDid I do something?â
âNo,â you tilted his head with your hand so that he was looking at the mirror too. âI justâŠâ
He didnât need to hear more; Bellamy knew exactly what you wantedâto watch. Watch as his cock plunged in and out of your pussy, watch it curve into your entrance, watch your body bounce on top of his with each thrust. Damn, heâd wished either of you had noticed the mirror before so he could have watched you ride him from two point-of-views.
His gaze returned to you. âHop off.â You were about to protest, but he beat you to it by clamping a large hand over your mouth. âTrust me.â
You gave him a puzzled, hesitant look but eventually submitted to his command, sliding off him and onto the hard marble floor. His body had left yours entirely, leaving you feeling cold and empty, inside and out.
It wasnât long before he positioned himself to face the mirror, kneeling in front of it. He curled an arm around your waist and slid you across the floor towards him. Like a rag doll. He pulled you backwards onto his lap so that your back was almost against his chest and your thighs were spread open on either side of his.
âLean back,â he said, and you did.
Your back was flush against him, and you could feel his racing heart reverberating in your ribcage. His arms wrapped around the space beneath your breasts and he pulled you upwards, supporting your weight, knowing you wouldnât be able to hold yourself up.
âReady?â he whispered into your ear as you watched him in the reflection.
You nodded, reaching around to rest a hand on the side of his neck.
He kissed your cheek and your eyes closed at the sweet act of affection. One of his hands moved beneath you as he guided himself to your entrance, his tip pushing against your wet folds. Bellamy watched over your shoulder, his eyes focusing on the way his cock teased opening.
He finally slid inside, and you instantly fell further against him. Muscles were very handy in this kind of situation. You were captivatedâhis length disappeared into your body and then returned almost to the tip, covered in a thin layer of both your juices. His movements continued over and over, but you never found yourself bored or wanting to look away. Neither did he.
Your lips parted with a moan when he abruptly took one hard thrust up into you. You looked up at your reflection, seeing the expression on your face, seeing your dishevelled hair⊠your bouncing breasts. Not that you would say it aloud, but you looked sexy. For a split second, you found yourself finally understanding the attraction Bellamy had to you, and then your mind was torn apart once again.
His speed increased and he was hitting your insides harder and harder with each passing second. You saw your thighs slightly jiggling and werenât insecure or afraid of Bellamy noticing, but instead found yourself feeling even more turned on.
The room was full of sexâthe sounds were wet and harsh, the smell of your pheromones clung to the wall, and the visuals were etched into the mirror in front of your bodies. It was beautiful.
You moved your gaze up to Bellamyâs eyes, seeing him just as captivated as you were, alternating between watching himself slip in and out of your pussy and watching your breasts recoil from each bounce. He then met your gaze, talking to you through unspoken communication. Though you were unsure of the specifics, you were certain he was telling you how much he loved you, how beautiful you looked with his cock inside you, how no one else could ever compare.
His tip repeatedly curved into your G-spot, the rest of his length rubbing against your walls, causing the flames in your stomach to start rising. Bellamy could see the fire in your eyes, and he was ready to turn it into a blazing inferno. He shifted his hold on you into one arm, reaching around your body with the other. His fingers found your clit, instantly applying pressure as he rubbed fast circles around it. That was the gasoline.
Your orgasm was no longer creeping up inside you, but rather rocketing to the surface. You were pulsing around Bellamyâs cock, driving him even closer to his own high. His hips were slapping the skin of your ass as they kept snapping upwards. His abs were more defined as the muscles in his stomach tensed up, trying to keep you upright whilst fucking into you and controlling the orgasm that was threatening to release. You always came before him. Always.
His fingers pressed harder into you, moving side-to-side. Your G-spot was being hit without mercy, only intensifying the pleasure you felt as he rubbed your clit. You alternated between holding your breath and letting out shallow, laboured breaths, signalling how close you were.
You could feel it, Bellamy could feel itâyou were pretty sure everyone outside could feel it too, feel the powerful energy leaking from the house you were in. That is what it felt like. Powerful. And now it was about to take over your entire body.
âBell, Iâm gonnaââ
âI know,â he panted. âMe too.â
Your hand fell over his, pushing down on it, applying more force even though you werenât sure he could even press any harder. His hand was almost blurring in the mirror, and his cock was pounding. He was breathing so heavily against your back and into your ear that it sounded like he couldnât even control the grunts and moans leaving his mouth anymore.
He circled your clit a few more times before your hand moved further down to the place you both connected. Your fingers found the area between his cock and your pussy, feeling him slide over your fingertips as he moved in and out. That was what sent you over the edge.
The blaze in your stomach exploded, sending sparks throughout your body. Your moans were uncontrollable, rebounding off every corner of the room. Your ears were buzzing with overwhelming silence, your vision partially blacked out and you felt so, so good. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, but you hardly noticed, unable to think about anything except Bellamyâs cock. You had ascended to a higher dimension and he was right there with you, endlessly pounding up into you, prolonging your mind-numbing high.
Feeling your walls clenching around him was all it took for Bellamy to fill you up with his come. His cock twitched, and the warm liquid came rushing out in spurts, coating your insides with whiteâwith him. The thick warmth of your mixed juices leaked from your opening and dripped down his length. Your inner thighs were drenched.
His thrusts were sloppy and rough, desperate to keep the feeling coursing through his body as long as possible. The sounds he made were so guttural and raw that you werenât sure if they made you come again or if they just prolonged the orgasm you were already having.
Somehow, in the midst of both your highs, you had ended up on the floor, partially laying on each other whilst frantically gulping down air.
You couldnât move. One of your legs was tangled between his, and one arm was thrown across his chest. Your breasts were pressed against the hard ground, head turned to the side facing Bellamy. Everything was shaking, or maybe it was just your entire body uncontrollably quivering. Even your pussy was still clenching, causing you to flinch with each fraction of a movement it made.
Bellamy had a forearm over his eyes, panting heavily; his other arm was still wrapped around your waist.
The both of you just lay there for a few minutes, not talking, not moving, just recovering. Eventually, Bellamy gained back enough strength to speak.
âWe didnât even make it to the bed,â he chuckled.
You then realised you were both literally lying naked on a strangerâs bedroom floor and laughed. âWe wouldâve ruined the sheets anyway.â
âProbably,â he sighed, contently. He pulled you further onto his chest, bringing your face to nuzzle into his neck. He pressed a kiss into your hair. âI love you too, princess.â
You smiled into his skin, remembering the declaration you previously made. Tilting your head up and resting your chin on his chest, you stared up at him, eyes full of reverence. He peered down at you with a grin, and then his lips were on yours again, soft and slow; so tender that youâ
âOh, come on!â
You both pulled apart at the sudden new voice. In the doorway stood a very irritated Murphy. He seemed too shockedâmore like too horrifiedâto even look away.
Bellamy ripped a blanket from the edge of the mattress and pulled it over your body. âMurphy, I swear to god Iâm gonna kill you! Get out!â
âOh my god!â he shouted in response. âI canât catch a fucking break around here!â
His voice echoed down the staircase as he fled the building. Someone probably needed to find him a shrink after the number of times he had walked in on you both. He had made it back outside, returning to the rest of the group, though not far enough away for you to miss his very loud complaints.
âWhere are the damn carnivorous bugs when you need them?!â
âWhatâs wrong?â you heard someone ask him.
âWhatâs wrong? Theyâre fucking animals, thatâs whatâs wrong!â
You turned back to face Bellamy, grinning in a daze. âIâll say.â
Bellamy smirked, humming in agreement as he rolled back on top of you.
It was hard to say how many more rounds you went. The only time you stopped was when your bodies were screaming for a break, and during that time, all you could think was thank god for contraceptive implants.
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A Little Convincing
Imagine:
Being one of the last people to have the bracelet and siding with Clarke so Bellamy and Murphy decided to give you a little convincing when they find you alone on a late night walk.
"That's it relax against me, let us take it off then we can finish what we started yeah, it already looks like your about to cum"
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Sleepless Nights
Thomas Shelby x Pregnant Wife Reader
Summary: Thomas cares for his wife.
Wordcount: 2.3k
Warnings:
soft Thomas!, kissing, soft talk, lovely husband things.
Thomas prowls the grand corridors of Arrow House with a mixture of determination and unease. The mansion is a labyrinth of opulence, each corner dripping with the wealth heâs fought tooth and nail to secure. Yet, tonight, none of that matters. His mind is solely focused on one thingâfinding his pregnant wife.
The house, with its vast rooms and endless hallways, feels both protective and suffocating. The heavy silence is broken only by the distant ticking of an antique clock, a stark reminder of time slipping away. Thomasâs polished shoes echo on the marble floors as he moves through the dimly lit spaces, his keen eyes scanning every shadow and crevice. The opulent decor, a testament to his success, now seems to mock him with its cold grandeur. He enters the library, where shelves upon shelves of leather-bound books line the walls, their spines gleaming in the faint light. The room smells of old paper and cigarette a sanctuary for his restless mind on many nights. But tonight, it offers no solace. He moves on, his pace quickening, his heartbeat mirroring his urgency.
As he strides through the dining hall, the long table stands like an island in the middle of the room, set for a feast that never seems to be eaten. The chandelier above it sparkles, casting prismatic reflections around the room, but Thomasâs eyes are unseeing. He is a man on a mission, driven by an anxiety he rarely allows himself to feel.
Finally, he reaches the living room, a vast space dominated by an enormous fireplace. The flames within flicker and dance, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. And there she is. His wife, his beacon in the storm of his life, sitting on the couch in an awkward yet somehow comfortable position. The sight of her instantly softens his stern expression, though worry still shadows his features. Sheâs nestled into the corner of the couch, her swollen belly making her position look ungainly to anyone else, but Thomas knows better. He sees the way her hand rests protectively over her stomach, the way her eyes are half-closed in a state of meditative calm. Sheâs wearing a loose, flowing nightgown that accentuates her maternal glow, the fabric cascading around her like a gentle waterfall.
âLove,â Thomas says softly, his voice a gravelly whisper that cuts through the silence. âYâalright there?â His thick Birmingham accent adds a rough edge to the tender words, a contrast that defines him so well.
She looks up, her eyes meeting his with a tired but loving gaze. âTommy,â she replies, a small smile curving her lips. âJust needed a moment. The babyâs been restless tonight.â
Thomas nods, understanding immediately. He crosses the room in a few strides, his presence a mix of power and protectiveness. He sits beside her, the couch dipping slightly under his weight. Gently, he places a hand over hers, feeling the life within her. Itâs a moment of connection, grounding him in a way few things can.
âBeen lookinâ for you,â he murmurs, his eyes scanning her face for any signs of discomfort. âWorried me, yâknow.â
She chuckles softly, the sound like music to his ears. âIâm fine, Tommy. Just... needed to be alone for a bit.â
Thomasâs eyes soften further, the hard lines of his face easing as he takes in her serene expression. âYâshould rest more, love. Donât want you overexertinâ yâself.â His voice is firm yet gentle, the protective husband surfacing through the tough gangster exterior.
She nods, leaning her head back against the couch and closing her eyes. âI know. Itâs just... thereâs so much to do. So much to prepare for.â
Thomas sighs, his hand moving to gently caress her cheek. âLeave it to me. Iâll handle everythinâ. You just focus on our little one, yeah?â
He could see the strain in her eyes, the toll the pregnancy was taking on her. His heart ached for her, wishing he could take away her discomfort. "I wish I could do more," he said softly, his voice tinged with regret.
She smiled again, squeezing his hand. "You're here, Tommy. That's enough."
But it wasn't enough for him. He wanted to do more, to alleviate her pain in any way he could. His mind raced, trying to think of something, anything, that might help. Then she spoke again, her voice hesitant.
âTommy, Ada said if it gets too heavy, you can lift my belly a bit with your hands. It might help.â
Tommy's brow furrowed as he processed her words. It was a simple gesture, yet one that could provide her with some relief. He looked into her eyes, seeing the vulnerability there, and he knew he had to try. "Alright, love," he said, his voice firm with determination. "Let's give it a go."
He moved closer, positioning himself in front of her. His hands, rough and calloused from years of hard work, gently interlaced under her belly. He could feel the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her dress, the gentle rise and fall of her breath. Slowly, he lifted, supporting the weight of their child. She let out a sigh of relief, her body relaxing into his touch.
"Better?" he asked, his voice soft.
She nodded, her eyes closing once more. "So much better. Thank you, Tommy."
He held her there, his strong arms supporting her, providing the comfort she so desperately needed. In that moment, all the worries and burdens of their world faded away, leaving only the two of them. For the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to simply be present, to cherish the moment.
"You're incredible, you know that?" he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "Strongest woman I know."
She smiled, a soft blush creeping into her cheeks. "I have to be, married to you."
He chuckled, the sound low and rough. "Yeah, I suppose you do." His gaze softened as he looked at her, his eyes reflecting the depth of his feelings. "But I wouldn't change a thing. Not a bloody thing."
They stayed like that for a while, the silence between them comfortable and reassuring. Tommy's thoughts drifted to their future, to the life they were building together. It was a life filled with uncertainty and danger, but it was theirs. And as long as they had each other, he knew they could face anything. Eventually, he shifted, carefully lowering his hands and easing her back into a more comfortable position. He smiles, before cupping her face; his hands calloused from years of work, are surprisingly gentle as they cup her cheeks. He brushes a few stray strands of hair away from her face, tucking them behind her ear with a care that belies his hardened exterior. The feel of her skin under his fingertips is a reminder of all that he has fought for, and all that he stands to lose.
âLove,â he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, thick with his Birmingham accent. âYouâre the most beautiful thing Iâve ever seen.â The words are simple, but they carry a weight of sincerity that is unmistakable.
She looks up at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of love and fatigue. Pregnancy has been both a blessing and a challenge, but in this moment, with Thomas so close, she feels a sense of peace. He leans in, closing the small distance between them, and presses his lips to hers. The kiss is intense, filled with a passion that speaks volumes of his devotion. Itâs not just a kiss; itâs a promise, a silent vow that he will always be there for her.
His hands move from her face to her shoulders, sliding down her arms and resting on her swollen belly. He can feel the life growing inside her, their child, the future of the Shelby legacy. The thought fills him with a fierce protectiveness, a determination to shield them both from the dangers of his world. He pulls back slightly, resting his forehead against hers, his breath mingling with hers in the quiet intimacy of the moment.
âYouâve got to know,â he whispers, his voice husky with emotion, âIâd do anything for you. Anythinâ to keep you safe.â His words are punctuated by the gentle movement of his hands, caressing her belly as if to reassure both her and their child of his unwavering commitment.
Thomas stirred from sleep, his body instantly alert despite the lingering remnants of exhaustion. The warmth of the morning sun filtered through the heavy drapes, casting faint, golden lines across the bed where he lay. His hand reached instinctively to the other side, expecting to feel the familiar form of his wife beside him. The cool, empty sheets met his touch instead, sending a wave of unease through him. He sat up abruptly, the fine sheen of cold sweat on his forehead catching the light. He ran a hand through his dark hair, pushing it back from his face as his sharp blue eyes scanned the room.
The clock on the mantel ticked softly, marking the time as just past nine in the morning. Thomas swung his legs over the edge of the bed, the chill of the wooden floor against his bare feet grounding him. He rose to his full height, stretching out the tension in his muscles. He was dressed only in his boxers, the morning air cool against his skin. The bedroom was silent, save for the sounds that nature produced in the waking hours of the morning.
His mind raced through possibilities as he left the bedroom, each step measured and deliberate. The house was vast, and his wife could be anywhere, but his instinct told him to check the usual places first. The corridor outside their bedroom was dimly lit, the heavy curtains drawn against the morning light. Thomas moved with purpose, his eyes darting to each doorway as he passed. He checked the nursery, but it was empty save for the soft glow of the morning sun filtering through the window. The sitting room was similarly deserted, the furniture untouched and the air still.
Thomasâs worry deepened with each empty room. He descended the grand staircase, his hand trailing along the polished banister. The ground floor was no different â the study, the drawing room, all empty. He paused at the doorway to the dining room, listening intently. The faintest clink of cutlery reached his ears, a sound so subtle it could easily have been missed. Relief washed over him, but he kept his composure as he moved toward the kitchen, the source of the noise.
The kitchen was a contrast to the rest of the house â warm, filled with the rich aroma of freshly baked bread and other culinary delights. The sight that greeted Thomas made him pause in the doorway. His wife was at the counter, her back to him, completely absorbed in her task. She was preparing her favorite pregnancy craving, a look of contentment on her face as she worked. Her hair was loosely tied back, and she had her loose, flowing nightgown, made of soft, breathable fabric, was adorned with delicate lace and ribbon trims. He had it made especially for her.
A soft chuckle escaped Thomasâs lips, the tension in his shoulders easing. "Hungry, eh? For whatever you're eatin' at what... nine in the mornin'..." His voice was low, the thick Birmingham accent adding a familiar roughness to his words.
She turns to him, a small smile playing on her lips. Her eyes are bright, despite the early hour, and there's a certain glow about her that he finds both endearing and reassuring. "Well... I originally woke up because I had to throw up... but then it wore off and I just sat there for a bit before I actually did throw up..." she explains, her voice trailing off as she takes another bite.
He crosses the room to her, his worry giving way to a tender affection. He reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face, his touch gentle and careful. "You alright now?" he asks, his voice softening. "You and the little one?"
She nods, placing the bowl on the counter. "Yes, we're fine. Just one of those mornings."
Thomas wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her close. He can feel the slight swell of her belly against his skin, a constant reminder of the new life growing inside her. "You should've woken me," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
She laughs softly, resting her head against his chest. "You need your rest too, Tommy. Besides, itâs nothing I canât handle."
He holds her for a moment longer, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment. The kitchen, with its warm morning light and the comforting presence of his wife, feels like a sanctuary. A stark contrast to the chaos and violence that often defines his life outside these walls. He pulls back slightly, looking down at her with a mixture of love and concern. "If you need anythin', you come get me. Donât try to be too strong on your own."
She nods, understanding the depth of his worry. "I will, I promise."
They both stood there looking at each other.
"Any plans for today?" he asks, breaking the comfortable silence.
She looks up at him, a thoughtful expression on her face. "I was thinking of organizing the nursery a bit more. And maybe take a walk in the garden if the weather holds."
He nods, appreciating her simple plans. "Sounds good. Iâve got a meeting later, but Iâll be back by lunch. We can go for that walk together."
She smiles, the idea pleasing her. "Iâd like that."
Authorâs Notes:
Credit for the smol sparkle divider: CafeKitsune
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Bait || Shelby family x reader
Synopsis: Reader went out partying and the Shelby family's enemy attacked her. Pairing: Shelby family x sister! reader Warnings: ANGST w/ comfort, reader gets injured badly, mentions of blood, stabbing, and violence, swearing Notes: rushed :C, gif is mine Click here to find the MAIN Masterlist Click here to find the PEAKY BLINDERS Masterlist
It was just a usual night in Small Heath. Due to the boredom, you decided to go outside and maybe have a little fun.
You dressed up. A long gold dress decorated your body. A feathered hat decorated your head. And a few pearl jewelry shined your neck, arms, and ears. Grabbing your gold colour purse, you exited your room, spiraling down the wooden stairs of your family's house.
As you went down, Polly saw you. "Where you going, love?" she asked, smiling.
Grabbing a cigarette stick, you placed it on your lips, leaning to Polly as your aunt was also about to light her long black stick of the cancerous stick. "Party, Aunt Pol. I'm getting bored staying in this house," you replied, your cigarette finally lit.
The matriarch of the family took a puff of her cigarette, her serious eyes locked on yours.Â
"Where? Who's going with you?" Polly asked.
"Oh, Aunt Pol.., I'll be fine. It's just 2 streets away from here. I'll be home at 2 am."
"Take care and enjoy love," she smiled, opening the door of the house's entrance, allowing you to exit the house.
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The only real issue was that you were wearing heels on the short walk from the house to the party location. Warm lights and vehicles adorned the spacious mansion. The estate was packed with elegantly dressed people in suits. You headed straight to the mansion's bar as soon as you got there and ordered a drink for yourself. Your heels reverberated against the bar's porcelain tiles. Men made up the majority of the crowd, and they were all too busy chatting, drinking, and trying to find women to satisfy their lusts.
"Whiskey, please," you ordered. You sat down just in front of the barman, glancing at everyone while waiting for your drink.
There were a few faces, you knew them because of your brother, Tommy and some were rich clients from the betting shop.
Finally, the barman gently placed a glass of whiskey in front of you. "Your drink, Madam."
You thanked him, picked up the glass, and sipped, letting the alcohol wash over your mouth. After placing a couple more drink orders, you made your way to the dance floor and started to dance energetically to the loud music being played. You moved your hips in time with the song's tune. You're waving your arms in the air. As you danced with the women, the dance floor was filled with a chorus of woos and laughs. Drinks were chugged into your system in tremendous amounts.
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You excused yourself and your new friends to go the restroom after a few hours of nonstop drinking and dancing. You were relieved that after eating at your place for a few hours, despite having numerous drinks, you were sober. You reapplied your clothing and your cherry lipstick as you straightened your hair in front of the big mirror. It's almost two, you realize as you glance at your pocket watch. Because you're the kind of person who takes responsibility seriously, is mature, and always arrives on time, Polly wasn't concerned about you going out late to party. After gathering your belongings, you put them back into your golden handbag and head out of the bathroom.
Finally saying goodbye to your new girlfriends, your heels found their way to the mansion's exit. Since you were sober already, you decided to take a walk back home.
As you walk through the dark streets of Birmingham, you cannot help but feel uneasy. You felt like you weren't alone at all. You felt that someone or somebody was following you.
And you were right.
Reaching for your pocket gun, you tried to protect yourself from the person who was following you by looking over your shoulder. You were too late, though. You were forcefully grabbed by two men, one of whom disarmed your gun. You were trapped against the wall by two rough pairs of arms, your head hitting the rocky concrete. Particularly on your stomach, you felt something cold and sharp graze your flesh, and the pain eventually got intolerable.
"What the fuck do you want!" you panted weakly, feeling a warm liquid drip on the side of your stomach.
"Just.. sending a message to your git brother," the low Irish accent sent shivers down your spine.
Campbell.
On the other hand, Polly was at the dining table, a cigarette in her hand as she watched the clock tick.
It was already past 2 and she started to get worried. You always come home on time - not even a minute late.
Polly hurriedly went to the telephone and dialed Tommy's number, her fingers shivering.
"Hello?"
"Tommy,"
"Pol? Why are you calling at this hour?"
"I-it's (y/n). She's not home yet and I'm starting to get worried. Oh God, Tommy. What if something happened to her?" Polly stammered, holding the telephone pole tightly.
"Not at home? I'll call John and Arthur." Tommy replied before ending the call.
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You tried to move and get out from their touch but due to the injury that you had, you were getting weaker.
"Tell your fucking boss to fuck off!" you hollered, heaving due to the pain down your stomach.
Punches rained down on you so hard you were gasping for air and screaming in pain as two strong fists crashed into your stomach and chest. Every blow sent waves of pain through your body, causing your legs to buckle and your breath to come in short, frantic gasps. Every strike was brutal, breaking your will and power in the process.
During the cruel assault, a fresh, burning pain suddenly appeared in your abdomen. Compared to previous experiences, this feeling was sharper and stronger. Frightened, you looked down to see the sparkle of a blade pressing against your body again. The man with the knife was cautious, taking his time as he carved the initials "C.C" into your flesh. The letters were an endless source of pain and abuse burned into your mind.
Dizziness was starting to get worse and worse but you paid no mind as you built up all of your strength to get up and grab your gun that was thrown on the cold hard bricks of the dark alley. Your cold fingertips pulled the trigger, emptying the bullet chamber by shooting them non-stop.
Two bodies were now on the cold floor, both lifeless, and their blood pooling out of their bodies, mixing with the hard concrete.
"You don't fuck with the Peaky Blinders."
Taking a deep breath at what happened, you stood up but moaned in pain after you felt the cuts and bruises all over your body. Looking down at your stomach, your dress was slit and filled with your blood.
"Jesus Christ," you muttered. Leaving your bag alone and limply walked back to the house.
Every step was a painful fight and the walk seemed to go on forever. Your back was laden with weight, and the pressure turned your spine into a throbbing rod of agony. Your single shoe scraped the uneven sidewalk, causing sharp pains to shoot through your leg with each step. As you struggled to remain straight the world around you became hazy and wobbly, and your vision became less sharp at the edges. You could feel consciousness sliding away, hovering on the edge of darkness, and every breath was a strained gasp. If you returned home without passing out, you were quite lucky.
Thankfully, you did.
Your bloodied palm opened the silver-colored knob, twisting it, and opened the door with all of your might.
There Polly was, looking at you with widened eyes. She ran towards you immediately, checking up on you.
"Dear God (y/n)! What happened to you?!"
Your body became weak due to a lack of strength in your muscles. You had a really pale face. Your dress was stained and damaged by your blood, and your hair is disheveled. Your aunt's voice fades more and further, the walls in your head beginning to swirl. After that, all you could see was darkness.
Polly caught you before your head contact with the wooden floor. Your arm limped on her touch.
The whole Shelby family including Michael, arrived at the doorstep, looking at the scene in front of them with their eyes locked and widened.
"Help me out here!"
As Polly commanded, everyone went inside. Tommy, John, and Arthur carried you gently before placing you on the dinner table that was filled with glasses and plates. Tommy removed the items on the table before Arthur placed you there. Michael and Ada quickly grabbed the first aid kit that was inside the kitchen room's wooden cabinet.
When Polly teared up your dress, she gasped.
"C.C.. Fucking Campbell," Polly's voice hissed, seeing the carved initials on your stomach, bleeding harshly.
Your breaths started to get faint and weaker, your body started to get cold.
"Stay with me, (y/n)," Ada whispered between sobs as she watched Polly do something with your wounds and help her aunt hand out the supplies that she needed.
"Fuck.. Fuck!" Tommy shouted, walking in circles as he rubbed his temples harshly.
"Arthur, John, Finn, Michael, find Campbell immediately!" he ordered.
"Bring me back his fucking head."
Michael and the brothers moved quickly, their actions a blur of rage and anger. They took immediate action after realizing this. With a mixture of terror and determination, their hands trembled as they took out their firearms from their pockets. The icy steel of the weapons was comforting, a guarantee of justice for the wrongs done.
They left the home without saying anything, the wooden door slamming shut behind them with a loud crash. They were barely aware of the sharp, biting night air. Their only thought was to locate the person who was responsible for this.Â
"She isn't even part of this fucking shit and yet she was targeted,"
Polly's eyes shot daggers with Tommy's blue orbs while her hands focused on healing up the wounds all over your stomach.
"You better fucking catch him, Tommy."
As soon as Polly's done patching you up, she stormed out in front of her nephew, disappointed at him.
"I'll look out for (y/n). You heard Aunt Pol, catch that bastard," Ada said, fixing up the used cotton and alcohol before throwing it out.
Tommy sighed as he exited the house. Looking for the man who did this to you.
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You woke up with the sunlight beaming on you. Looking at your surroundings, you noticed where you were right away.
Slowly, you tried getting up but your body fell again, moaning in pain.
"Easy, (y/n). Don't move, your wounds are still fresh," Ada said, slowly guiding your back to allow you to lie down comfortably.
"A-Ada, I was so scared... I didn't know what was going on.."
Your eyes were starting to get wet until tears were dropping down your cheeks as you recalled what happened last night.
You were so traumatized. You didn't want to remember again.Â
And that time, you knew that remembering is a curse.
"You're safe now, love. We're here now," Polly said, her arms locked with yours, giving you a comforting smile.
The door opened, and your brothers were there.
They immediately greeted you and asked how you were.
"God, love. I'm sorry that happened to you," your oldest brother, Arthur, said, gently combing your hair with his rough fingertips.
"It's okay, Arthur. I'm fine now,"
"We got him already," Finn remarked.
The gang leader showed up, his coat hanging on the chair. His footsteps echoed in the room as he approached you, placing his palms on your head.
"How are you now?" he asked, sighing.
"Fucking scared, Tom. I nearly died! This is fucked up."
"I know, (y/n). I know."
Polly stood up in the middle of the small argument, shutting the both of you. Her fists curl up like a ball, her brows knit together.
"Let her rest first, Tom. She had enough already," she said.
"I'm sorry," he apologized softly before exiting the house.
Tommy felt simply anger and guilt. Even though his sister isn't involved in the business, she was the one targeted. She's currently in there getting better from the physical and emotional trauma she recently went through.
"You're safe now, love." Polly gave you a comforting smile before asking the other Shelby siblings for breakfast.Â
"Thank you, Aunt Pol."
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ă âŠMasterlist ⊠ă
Welcome, stay a while :) ~~ * smut ~~
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Unconventional Confessions *
Little Do You Know
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Consequences *
Unwanted Help - Feyd Rautha
Snap Out of It
Seduction by Deception - Feyd Rautha*
No I'm Not *
What Were You Thinking
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An Honorary Member - Benny Cross
Rainbow vs. Leather - Benny Cross
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A House to a Home
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Whiskey - Major John Egan
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Just One More *
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I could treat you better - Bellamy Blake
Time stamp: 1:38
My boyfriend was lovelyâhis friend wasnât. Bellamy Blake was the rudest man Iâve ever come across; I only tolerated him for my boyfriend.Â
Murphy kissed me before he got pulled away for work, he was doing guard watch. I sighed, why couldnât Bellamy do this? He always had Murphy doing everything for him, and Iâm sick of it. Whenever Muphy comes back to our tent heâs exhausted or too tired to even spend time with me. I left my tent and walked inside Bellamyâs, he was shirtless and a girl was lying on his bed. I immediately left with a disgusted look on my face.Â
Soon he came out searching for me, âWhat do you want, princess?âÂ
I palmed my face while we strolled together through Arkadia, âIâd prefer if you wouldnât call me that, Blake. Especially since some people say that when theyâre together.âÂ
He tilted his head, his eyes gazing into mine, he glanced down with a bit of a smile, âRight, whatever you say, princess.âÂ
The need to correct and argue with him was there but I ignored it for the sake of Murphy. âokayâcan you please stop keeping my boyfriend working late? Iâm aware of how things are, like it or not Iâm one of the smart ones and I think heâs being overworked andââ
Bellamyâs face showed confusion in itself, âMurphy gets off at the same time as everyone else. I work the late nights, Iâm who stays up all night, every night.âÂ
I stopped moving, trying to process my indecision and incoming sense of betrayal. âWait, you havenât been keeping Murphy late or hanging out with him late?âÂ
He shook his head and crossed his arms, his muscles clenching to his tight shirt. His veins popping out. My eyes tore away, my emotions were my only focus. âNo, I donât think anyone has. Weâve been on a lockdown since Clarke went missing.âÂ
My brain racked everything Murphyâs ever told me since he began âworkingâ late. I thought of the girl I assumed he had a relationship with but when I questioned him, he brushed me off. Out of anger, I took off leaving Bellamy, who ended up following behind me calling for my name. I moved the tent side and immediately saw Murphy and the girl kissing. They stopped once they noticed me and how distraught I looked.Â
I backed up and accidentally bumped into Bellamyâs chest, I didnât cry. I felt like I should cry, my body begged to cry, but when you did hereâit made you seem weak. And Iâd never want Murphy to see me cry even though my heart did in return. I turned and tried to shield myself with Bellamyâs chest, but hesitantly he put his arms around me. Trying to comfort me but I knew we both detested each other. He never liked me with Murphy for a reason I am unaware of, and I just never liked him. He brushed his hand up and down my back, almost in circular motions.Â
Murphyâs voice appeared from behind me but I didnât dare to look back because I felt so vulnerable, I knew I would cry. âI need to talk with her, I can explain!â
Bellamy stepped in, holding me closer. His voice was demanding, his tone was deep, âMurphy, you should go. Now. If she wants to talk to you, sheâll do it later.âÂ
I could hear Murphy protesting before easily giving up, he didnât care to try. I pushed away from Bellamy who almost looked shocked at how quickly I switched up.Â
We had to go on a mission, and I found myself in a difficult position. A hand covered my mouth and once I realized I didnât know the person whose hand it was I began to get a bit scared. I tried to fight them off but couldnâtâit had to be a grounder.Â
The grounder pulled a sword on me and dug into my back, but not enough to hurt me but it pierced the skin. He pushed me onto my knees where my friends wereâincluding Bellamy. The whole hunting group was in. Murphy seemed nervous. I guess I should be too, especially since itâs my life on the line.Â
âWhoâs valuable to her?â
What an odd fucking questionâis this supposed to be leverage? Might as well let me die.Â
Bellamy not even a second later stepped forward, âSheâs with me, thatâs my girlfriend.â He spoke so truthfully that even everyone we knew was aware he was lying through his teeth.Â
âWhat are you willing to give me in turn for her life?âÂ
His eyes almost turned vulnerable, his words coming off as pathetic as his tone came off as pleads. âWhat do you want?âÂ
The grounder moved the sword which caused me to wince, âI want Wanheda.â Everyone shared a confused glance, who is that? âGive her to me and I wonât kill her.âÂ
âTake me instead, she has a better chance of getting through to Wanheda than me.â What is he doing? Heâs going to get himself killedâIâm aware he can handle himself but this is almost suicidal. The grounder pushed me into Bellamyâs arms. He squeezed my hand for the quickest second and moved to the grounder who hit him immediately.Â
I wanted to help him but I didnât know how to, Bellamy couldâve attacked but stayed down, taking another punch with ease. I stepped forward but he put his hand up, âDonât,â he demanded while blood ran down his cheek.Â
Why was he willing to do this for me? Weâll never find her, I mouthed. He did a tiny nod. They need you, I mouthed once more. He got kicked in his ribs and I knew I lost his attention but while the grounder was distracted I quickly stole Murphyâs gun and shot the grounder. My aim was good, but I hated shooting, killing wasnât something I wanted to do. But I had toâfor him.Â
Without processing what I did I went to Bellamyâs side. I hated his stupidity and I hated how he saved my life. âI hate you,â I said as I helped him up. He spit out blood, âI know,â he said while wincing from getting up too quickly.Â
While Bellamy was getting medical from Abby, I was talking with Octavia and Jasper. Murphy approached grabbing my arm, âWere you and Bellamy seeing each other behind my back?â
His breath reeks of Montyâs moonshine, âAre you serious? Youâve been cheating on me, Murphy?â
âWere you yes or no?âÂ
Before I could say anything Bellamy put his arm around my waist. His hands slipped around my stomach. Holding me tight but just to keep himself steady from behind. âYes,â he said in a raspy voice, still clearly in pain. I couldnât turn my head, Iâd be too close to his face. He groaned a bit in pain but still managed to keep his posture strong and himself looking composed. Bellamy pulled me in closer to him and that got a bit of a reaction from Murphy.Â
âFuck you both,â he said as he stormed off. Everyone else decided to leave us alone, I was going to Bellamy back to medic. There was a zero percent chance he was let out yet.Â
He stopped me from walking, his tight and bloody shirt doing him every bit of justice. His hands took control so easily, âWhyâd you do it,â I asked.Â
His fingers traced along my neck, âSave you? Or help you?â
âBoth,â I spoke breathlessly. His eyes were fixated on my lips and I wondered if Abby gave him painkillers or something for this type of behavior.Â
Bellamy stared down at me, tension felt like it was rising, and the heat was radiating off our bodies. He kept one hand on my waist, holding me. His right hand pulled my hair to the side he leaned in, âbecause we both know I could treat you better,â he whispered into my ear.
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eat
read fanfic
cry
sleep
rinse & repeat
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âfuck gangstersâ
yeah i might.
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How the peaky boys react when dating a girl with a praise kink (nsfw) -> headcannon
Goes without saying, nsfw warning
Find the request here, sorry it took so long
TommyđȘ
đȘTommy had you figured out before youâd figured yourself out.
đȘHe knew what was going on in your head before your did.
đȘYou were working late one Friday at the Garrison, of course many working men joyously engaging in Friday night drinking and drunkenness while their wives whittled wistfully back home.
đȘYou werenât expecting the Blinders tonight, but of course youâd always find room for the Peaky boys in this establishment, regardless if you were chocker with customers that the bar didnât really have the capacity for. The door chimed and you spun, peering to see if you had the numbers to accommodate the x amount of customers you had walking through your door.
đȘâEvening boys, meeting or drinks?â You ask, readying yourself to go clean the business Roman that was wordlessly their property. âJust drinks tonight, loveâ Tommy answered with a small smile and you nod, placing your hands on your hips; balled into fists while you ponder around to find their empty table.
đȘYou notice a table of rowdy youngsters occupying the usual Shelby spot and you narrow your eyes at them, internally questioning if you had the inner morals to boot paying customers out of their seats.
đȘâBe a good girl and get us a booth please, sweetheartâ Tommy asks, well instructs, as he lights up another cigarette.
đȘHe noticed the way your eyes darkened at his request and your lips parted slightly. You nodded. âOf course Tommy, give me a moment ladsâ you say, heading to the young gentleman to ask them to either head to the open seats at the bar or get gone.
đȘ"hiya lads, sorry to bother.â You say as you approach the lot who look at you in question âbut Iâm afraid we need this booth, happy to serve you up at the bar or Iâm sure another will open soonâ you wince, apologetically. One scoffs. âWhy should we? Weâre paying customers?â He asks, beginning to instigate somewhat of an issue, when Tommy swoops in âI believe she asked you nicelyâ he grunts, and it was almost awe-strucking watching how fast the boys scampered out the door with mediocre apologies.
đȘThomas wanted to test his small hypothesis again, placing a gentle hand on your lower back âsuch a good lass to your old Tom, arenât you?â He hums and he watches as your jaw slackens and you swallow on your own saliva, beginning to stumble around a response. âMy pleasure, Tomâ
đȘAnd then a few months later, when heâd taken you out a couple of times you were more widely known as Tommyâs girl than you were your own name.
đȘIt was again a Friday evening, usual crowd shuffling to their places and so were the boys.
đȘâevening boysâ you smile, handing an older man his shandy as he makes his way back to his missus who was still sipping on her gin.
đȘâevening sweetheartâ Tommy smiles, leaning across the bar to peck your lips as the rest of the boys head to their normal spot.
đȘbusiness as usual
đȘyou begin pouring their beers automatically, following Tommy to the table with umpteen pints and of course an apple juice for John, whom youâd cut off from alcohol.
đȘâgood girlâ Tommy applauds as you hand them their drinks, quiet enough that the rest of his rough crowd didnât hear but loud enough for you to become unsteady on your feet.
đȘyou didnât know when youâd agreed to go home with Tommy. You donât even remember locking the door to the Garrison. But now he had you buried deep beneath him as he rutted into you and there was nothing you really cared about more right now. If there was a problem you can deal with it when you were finished.
đȘhe was trying to coax it out of you. Trying to coax out the fact that you revelled in it when he praised you. And it got him off to see that when other blokes such as Harry called you a âgood lassâ for a decent shift, you didnât bat an eyelid.
đȘâCome on love, got one more in you havenât you?â You shook your head at his question, almost hoping that heâd let you rest after your third. âCâmon sweetheart, donât you want to be a good girl for your Tommy?â He asks and you nod up at him through dazed eyes. âHmm?â He asks, holding your jaw still with one hand while the other held him up above you. âPlease. Please Tommy. Wanna be good for youâ you mumble out, and he smirks - rutting into you at yet again, another relentless pace.
đȘâthatâs it. Such a good girl fâme. So so goodâ he praises as your moans progressively get louder as you mewl beneath him.
đȘand eventually, when youâd both calmed down, he looked at you and smirked âgood girl arenât you?â
đȘâshut up Tom.â
Alfieđ§ž
đ§žEats that shit up, no crumbs, licks the plate clean.
đ§žalready kind of babies you, he doesnât mean too. Youâre a few years his younger and as your husband he sees it as his job to protect and provide for you while doting and taking care of you like any good man should.
đ§žthen one night he comes home a bit late from the bakery, readying to apologise when heâd noticed youâd just finished cooking dinner. âWell here I was all soppy and ready to apologise to you, yeah. And no, my good little girls just gone and made dinner!â He says, almost chuffed. You giggle and plate up the food, sitting across from him as he begins to eat.
đ§žâwhat ây doing over there, then?â He scoffs âcâmere.â He instructs as you move to sit in his lap and he relishes in the meal youâd prepared âyouâre so good to your old man, arenât you?â He hums âso so goodâ he exclaims, only trying to show his appreciation but he noticed your pupils dilate at his words. He brushes it off, nothing major.
đ§žlater in the evening his sciatica was playing up so you wordlessly left the room to go draw him a bath with some new salts youâd bought from your elderly neighbour whom your husband refused to speak to on account of her being âa witchâ as he said.
đ§žâoh you are a goodâun arenât you, poppet?â He hums, as he enters the room, allowing you to help him undress and get into the bath, afterwards preparing to make your leave and get him some medicine from the cupboard downstairs.
đ§žâand where do you think youâre going?â he questions, and you raise a brow âto get you some medicineâ âI need no such thing. Now get in here wâme.â He grunts and you do as he says, never one to turn down a good relaxing soak in the bath with your husband.
đ§žâthere you are, good girl arenât you? Always listening to your old man. What did I do to deserve you. So perfectâ he rambled, and doesnât notice the ever hazing glint in your eye and when he finally looks down at you he narrows his eyes and finally realised what that look was.
đ§žhis praises got you going.
đ§žâtell yâwhat would make yâold man feel so much better,â he hums and you cock your head ready to help his pain ease âif you be a good girl fâme and give us a distractionâ he suggests and you see the smirk unveiling under his beard, as he reaches for your thigh to pull you over his lap and to settle atop of him. âSeeing as you asked so nicelyâ you mumbled into his shoulder, as you began to rock against him.
đ§žâthere you go, thereâs a good girlâ he says as you come undone on top of him and collapse onto his chest, stroking your back gently with one hand and holding you close with the other. âYâwant to move, poppet he asks?â And you shake your head, eyes closed as you recover.
𧞠as soon as his sciatica pain eases up, he was going to abuse that little trick as often as he could.
Arthurđș
đșpoor baby needs just as much praise as you do. Thinks heâs a shitty partner
đșbut god when he found out it was like finding the fucking Magna Carta.
đșit was his ticket out of everything. Came home drunk? âIâm so sorry, youâre so good for putting up with meâ In a fight? âyouâre such a good wife for patching me upâ literally anything youâre not agreeing on? âOh my good girlâ
đșheâd found out when you were already buried beneath his, mewling as he took out his frustrations on you rather than the man he was originally destined to kill that day.
đșâyâbetter feel good about yâself.â He grunts âmanâs life was saved cause of you, you and this fucking insatiability.â He thrusts and you groan âpleaseâ you number âhmm? Feel good? Little saint you are, fuckinâ angel. Stopped me killinâ a man. Wanna get me into heaven do yâangel? Huh? Thatâs where youâre sending me?â He asks and you groan louder.
đșâyeah, cause youâre such a good girl arenât you?â And thatâs when you let out the most gluteal pornographic moan that almost stopped his movements, instead it pushes the throttle and sends the both of you over the edge.
đșâgod Idâve spared hundreds of men if it meant I got to hear that from youâ
Johnđ„
đ„The Shelby family were enjoying an afternoon at the Garrison. Given, it was incredibly backed with gang members and people dissimilar; still the atmosphere was was light and full of laughter.
đ„youâd volunteered for the Saturday shift seeing as Harry needed extra help nowadays seeing as the customer numbers were ever growing.
đ„John was flirting with you, as ever. While you just rolled your eyes at his antics and offered him another drink.
đ„âblimey, I need to drop drinkinâ the hard stuff. Iâm seeing an angel!â John feigned surprise, as he took his cap off his head to greet you, plopping it onto your own as he leaned in to kiss your cheek sweetly. âAnd Iâm seeing a man whoâs had one too many. Iâm cutting you offâ you warn, wagging a finger at him. âWell I do like a lady who takes care of her manâ he smirks, but was cut off by a voice that altered the atmosphere in the bar.
đ„âI am looking for Thomas Shelbyâ the voice announced, and you felt uneasy; Johnâs face darkened as he clearly recognised the man who was a stranger to yourself. You look to the rest of his family who have a similar stature to him on their faces.
đ„âget behind the bar flowerâ John mumbles to you calmly, âthatâs a good girl. Stay down there, sweetheartâ he coos as you duck your head out of sight and into the small crawl space under the kegs.
đ„As the conversation continued, John looks over the counter to you discreetly. And your large doe eyes look back, and he could see the trust in them. He leans his hip against the oak bar edge, holding his hand over and motions for you to give him your own. You thread your hand with his, and he strokes the back of your knuckled gently; giving it a squeeze as Harry instructs them to take this out of his pub.
đ„John gives you one last reassuring squeeze of the hand before grabbing an empty beer bottle and heading out the door with his brothers. A few minutes, a couple of shouts and a gun shot the three walked back in as if nothing had happened.
đ„John leans over the bar âyâalright now, good lassâ he says as you peer back up and get back up from your seat on the bar. He rests his arms against the wood and grins at you. âLet yâold John reward you fâ being such a good girl, hm?â He raises a brow and honestly expects nothing from his advance.
đ„you look at the clock on the wall and decide Harry could fend for himself for a while. You look at John and wet your lips, leaning down and grabbing his collar to bring him closer to you. âMeet me in the backâ
đ„He jumped over the bar.
Bonnieđ„
đ„revels in it without really meaning too.
đ„also uses it to his advantage. He doesnât mean it, honest.
đ„you were knelt in front of him, sitting back to rest on your ankles as you wrapped his hands for his fight. âYouâre so good tâme, thank you angelâ he thanks, stroking your jaw with his thumb.
đ„he knew what he was doing to you. Trying to get in your head.
đ„since heâd fallen hard and fast heâd decided that you were it for him. You were his and he was yours and nothing else. Especially when you agreed to live out his gypsy fantasies with him and give up the traditional home you were so accustomed too.
đ„and he was convinced youâd make the best mum.
đ„so this little praise obsession of yours was the perfect way to sway you onto his wavelength.
đ„âyouâre gonna be great tonight, Bonâ you say, smiling at him comfortingly. âM nervousâ he mumbles and you shake your head, holding his hands in yours âitâs gonna be fine, just go out there and do your best. Iâll always be proud of you.â You say and he seems to settle slightly. âYâd be such a good mother, darlingâ he tells you, moving some loose hair out of your face and behind your ear.
đ„he notices a slight blush on your cheeks, and decides to pry. âBONNIE; TIME!â His dad shouts through the door and you tap his leg, standing up to give him his good luck kiss. Instead, he slowly walks you back until your back hits the wall, two wrapped hands caging you.
đ„ âhmm, wouldây like thaâ? A mammy?â He asks and you stare up at him with dazed yet wide eyes. âOh youâd be such a good mammy. So caring, so sweet. Yâso good tâme imagine how good yâd be to a youngâun.â He hums, resting one hand on your waist. âSo, so goodâ he bumps his nose with yours. âThen Iâd marry yâa.â He continues âbe a good wife too. The best. Such a good girlâ he coos and you audibly whine and he smiles.
đ„âyâd like that? Gonna let me make yâa mammy?â He hums, ghosting his lips over yours âBONNIE!â His dad reiterates and Bonnie huffs. âYâcan do whatever Yâwant to do to me, bonâ you reply hazily and he smiles as you lean up to kiss him deeply, pulling away to lean your forehead on his, hands cradling his face. âAfter your fight.â You nod and he raises his brows âpromise?â You smile back âpromise.â
đ„fastest knockout heâd ever done.
Isaiahâïž
âïžuses it against you. Purposefully
âïždefo teases you for it
âïžyouâd be at the garrison, having gone accompanying your twin brother Finn and expecting to see your boyfriend there eventually when you werenât in your usual spot at home.
âïžheâd turned up around half and hour after you had, only looking to get a drink defo not looking for you.
âïžhe sees you at the bar, yet by your side was some bloke he didnât recognise. Some six foot slime ball with his hair slicked back so far it looked like it created a permanent surprised upkeep on his eyebrows. His suit was brand new, Isaiah assumed the tag was still tucked into a pocket somewhere for him to return and scrounge in the morning.
âïžand why were you talking back?
âïžyou were drinking something dark, presumably the alcohol Isaiah preferred for you not to have.
âïžhad he bought it you?
âïžIsaiah stormed his way over, fully prepared to lay out the man talking to you and throw you over his shoulder and lead you straight out of the pub; but the conversation you were having with the boy stopped you.
âïžâwhat dây say love, wanna get out of here?â He asked âand for the fifth time. No. My husband will be here any minute. Heâs a blinder yâknow?â You scoff âwell he ainât here now, is he?â He asked you when Isaiah sweeper in and pressed his gun to the manâs temple âisnât he?â He asked, cocking it as the man before you swallowed and visibly began to sweat.
âïžâI suggest you take yourself out of this pub, out of Birmingham and fucking away from my woman.â He grunts, and the man immediately scampers. Then Isaiah looks to you, and the relief decorating your face is immediately apparent.
âïžâoh Isaiah Iâm so sorry I tried to get rid of him-â you begin and then your boy begins to smile âyour husband?â He asked, raising a brow cockily and you begin to rock back onto your heels âjust wanted to get rid of himâ you mumble, and he wraps hands around your waist and settles them on the small of your back.
âïžâyouâre so good to me, arenât you doll?â He asks, smirk growing ârejecting other men fâme?â He hums and you nod âyâknow good girls get rewarded, donât you?â
âïžor when youâre not behaving as heâd want you too.
âïžâwhere dây think youâre going?â he asks as you open the door.
âïžâAda invited me for drinksâ âyânot going, not safe. Not wâthem Italians crawling roundâ he instructs, expecting you to shrug off your coat and come join him in the lounge. He turns but hears the door click shut. And when heâd looked, you were gone.
âïžhe was fucking fuming, livid, murderous.
âïžand when youâd shown back home at 2 in the morning, hiccuping, he was already stood at the door with his arms crossed.
âïžyou smiled âhi Isaiahâ you giggled, but he didnât say anything as he walked you backwards and your back hit the wall. âIn what fucking world does a woman not listen to her man?â He asked and you were immediately silenced. âHmm?â He asks âwhy did you think you could just go out without me, you know how dangerous it isâ he says âwell-â âgood girls donât disobey their men, dâthey princessâ and he noticed how you cowered and sunk into your shell.
âïžhe threw you over his shoulder and carried you up the stairs, rutting into you in the bedroom more times than you could count telling you how disappointed in you he was and every time you were close to release, heâd stop and tell you why you didnât deserve it.
âïžhe loved torturing you.
Michaelđ±
đ±so belittling with it.
đ±loves to use it against you whenever he can because it always means that he wins
đ±the first time heâd sussed this little predicament of yours out was when you were entertaining him while his brother dealt business with your father deep within the Cotswolds.
đ±youâd served him tea and polite conversation, talking about your purity and how much he idolised you.
đ±âand youâve no husband?â He asked and he placed his cup on his saucer you and you straightened your posture before responding âno, no husbandâ you confirm and he is forced to stifle his smirk âwell youâd make the perfect wifeâ he tells you and he notices how you swallow harshly âwell that comes appreciated, mister grayâ you reply and he narrows his eyes.
đ±and then when you were married and doting on him, heâd always remind you of how he impacted you.
đ±he knew just how to get to you. âDear, go be a good girl and fix me a drinkâ and youâd do so. âIâve got to go to London for the week. Be a good lass and donât leave the houseâ and you wouldnât.
đ±and sometimes heâd take you to family meetings. Personally believing that the women shouldnât really be at these meetings. But a quick slap to the head from his mother soon sorted him out.
đ±and then he walked in on John shamelessly flirting with you, and he knew full well you werenât meaningfully engaging with his cousin, itâs what you were taught to do from a young age. But still, you were engaging.
đ±âflirting with my woman, John?â Michael grunted, entering the room to which the former rolled his eyes âjust showing her what a real man could give herâ he winked at you before swaggering out of the room. âWhy did you entertain him?â âI didnât-â âthought youâd promised to be a good girl for me tonight?â And that shut you right up. The desire to be praised overpowering all.
đ± âhow âbout you make it up to me tonight, sweetheart?â
Finnđïž
đïžfor his whole life, Finn has always been overshadowed by his older brothers. So being able to have so much control over you was so addictively intoxicating that he just loved to abuse his power.
đïžand heâs at that age in his early twenties when his hormones are heightened and all he wants to do is act like a rabbit in a hutch during mating season.
đïžand sometimes you werenât up for it.
đïžnot until he figured you out.
đïžheâd had you going for three rounds. Overwhelmed from how his brothers had been belittling him all day during business meetings and finally finding a vector to take it out on.
đïžyouâd come undone beneath him, very exhausted from the relentlessness of his actions, when he blurted out âfuck youâre so good at thisâ as he released inside of you. You mewled and whined, wrapping your legs around his waist. âAgainâ you mumbled and he raised his brows âyou sure?â He asked and you opened his eyes as he recognised how your irises had deepened two shades and smiled giddily âwell alright thenâ
đïžso whenever he needed something or someone to release his frustrations on all he had to do was stroke your cheek and call you âmy good girlâ and you were pretty much tearing his clothes off.
ïżœïżœïżœïżœïžand even sometimes when heâs upset he uses it to tell you just how much he appreciates you. When times are particularly hard and when he just canât cope with situations; heâd let you hold and cradle him and rock him back and forth while silent tears sunk down his face âyouâre so good to meâ heâd mumble over and over again in a sleepy voice until heâd fallen asleep in your arms and youâd manoeuvred him into a comfortable position as his arms tightened around you.
Aberamađ
đoh god this man is insatiable.
đdefo calls you his âgood girlâ and doesnât give a fuck who hears it.
đlikes to shelter you from everything in this horrible world, thinks itâs his job to protect and shadow you from anything. You were just a dainty young thing with no clue, someone had to step up and he decided he was the man for the job.
đjust loved to take good care of you so those for eyes stayed innocent and undamaged. Bare and pure unlike his that were darkened and locked with such an intricately pessimistic past
đone day Thomas Shelby decided to pay a visit to the camp and Aberama had beckoned you over and you did as you were told, he motioned for you to lean closer as you approached him. âNeed you to stay out of the way for a while sweetheart, can you do that for me, is that alright? Just until he goes?â He asks with sweet eyes. You smile and nod at him âgood girl, off you goâ and you were off into the woods to pick some berries for a recipe you had an idea for.
đeventually heâd come looking for you, find you deep into a bush trying to reach a berry that youâd just had to have but couldnât quite get too. Heâd stayed back for a while, leant against a tree while he admired you. Until heâd felt the masculine desire to aid his lady. Coming behind you and placing his hands on your waist as he leant to grab the berry for you. Youâd gasped but turned to see him, smiling brightly at him. âThank youâ âanything for youâ he replied, pecking your lips gently.
đâalways willing to help my special girlâ he says âcan always count on you canât I?â And the grin turns into a gaping expression, wide and heavy eyes looking at him and heâd decided he had to have you right then and there.
đheâd hiked the skirt of your dress up to your waist and told you how much he appreciated you as you screwed your eyes shut and threw your head back.
đthen heâd carried your worn out, sleeping figure bridal-style back to camp with your basket selection of berries resting in his arm as he looked down at you lovingly.
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Bellamy Blake - Dropship
ê° àšà§ ê± âžâž You stumble across a knocked-out person, and you drag his body to your cave not knowing what to do; if only you knew what this would lead to. ïč ă âč ă‷ cw: smut, lots of plot, violence, nsfw, grounder reader
Finding unusual things in the first wasn't uncommon. In fact, it became a normal occurrence for me. I had loved studying the animals in the Trigeda, always finding them astounding, every one acting a different way, how they'd interact with each other.
It was different from how humans interacted, with the animals it was peaceful; the circle of life. And with humans it was tough, always using violence as the first means of answer, their reasoning always being 'Jus drein jus daun.'
Blood must have blood.
Lincoln had told me about the boat people, how my views and theirs didn't share many differences. But I knew I couldn't condemn my life to one stuck on the water, surrounded by miles and miles of sea and fish.
I loved the wholly green trees, and the spots of color by the flowers when a welcoming spring came; a sign of forgiveness from the harsh conditions of a rough winter just weeks before, when the animals would go into hiding.
When the Sky People initially landed it scared off the animals for miles around the drop ship, it took two weeks for them to return to their natural acts.
I knew Trikru weren't fond of the Sky People, they were like all the other clans- instantly resorting to violence and wars. They fit right in here on Earth.
So when I found a boy who bore the symbols of Skaikru in the middle of the forest unconscious, I had to do something.
I knew what they'd do to him if they found him here, and I'd never forgive myself if I let that happen knowing I could've done something.
I had tried picking him up but he was fairly heavy, and I was fairly weak. I felt bad dragging him, not knowing what lay between the grass but it was the only option I had.
Luckily for him, my cave was nearby.
I dragged him all the way inside my cave before assessing what had happened.
I felt very awkward feeling him up and down, feeling as though I was invading his personal space; which I was. But it was for the greater good.
I think.
Once I was sure he didn't have any wounds I felt his face, his freckles, and dirt hid underneath my palms as I cupped his cheeks. His temperature was high but he was breathing fine, possibly dehydration? Starvation? Either way, I couldn't do anything until he woke up.
I removed his jacket and placed it under his head as a sort of pillow while also trying to take his body temperature down I rubbed a cloth with water across his dirty face.
Once the dirt was off his features were much more prominent, his freckles littered his face with underbags like he hadn't had a good night's rest in days. My guess was either blue or green eyes.
Deciding to let him sleep I backed away from the boy. I stepped towards my meat rack and grabbed two pieces of provisions, then placed the meat on the metal rack above the smoke to get something ready for when he awoke.
It didn't take long for him to wake up, the smell of cooked meat filled the cave in a warm atmosphere.
The boy shot up, looking around cluelessly before his eyes landed on me. He instinctively grabbed for a knife, instead gripping onto nothing.
I probably should've dressed less like a grounder.
I knew little of English, only really hearing it when I went to Trikru villages or Polis.
He backed up into the cave wall, struggling to stand on his feet.
"Shhh," I spoke softly, placing my hands out in a calming manner, if I could calm animals I could calm humans right?
"Where am I?" His voice was loud and rough, it boomed off the walls of the cave.
"Cave," I simply state, grabbing my knife from my pocket as the boy's eyes widen. I knew he'd feel safer if he thought he was in control. I tossed the knife over to him, showing him I had no other weapons.
He quickly leaned in to grab it, now aiming it towards me.
"Why am I here?" His voice was less louder this time, but still fairly rough in octaves.
"Asleep in the forest,"
The dots seemed to connect in his mind as he lowered the knife, still weary about my every move.
My hand slowly went to my side, grabbing my canteen and sliding it across the floor to him.
"Drink," I demanded, giving my best trusting smile.
He kicked it back to me, untrusting the contents. If I wanted him dead I would've done it when he was asleep in the middle of the forest!
Even animals trust easier than this.
"You first," He said.
I rolled my eyes and took the canteen to my lips, taking a small sip to save the rest for him.
Sliding it once again to him he swiftly took it and drank the remaining contents in a very fast manner, like he's never tasted water that good before. His swift actions made a giggle erupt from me, making him look weirdly at me.
"Why?" He asked, placing the knife in its respective holster.
I looked at him confused, unsure of what he was referring to.
"Why save me?"
I thought about the words for a moment, unsure of how much trig he knew- or if he knew any at all.
"I am much kinder than Trikru," I said, walking towards the smoke rack. "Food, eat,"
He wasn't sure if he could trust me, even after I just saved his life, he thought I'd want some unrepayable favor back, or that I was just waiting for my leader to show up.
I sighed and walked to the wall of the cave, sitting down and leaning back on my arms. "Okay, starve," I said.
His face was one of inner debating, not taking long before getting up and taking his share of the meat.
"What's your name?" He asked, now sitting down in the same spot he was before, which was fairly close to me. Though he held the knife in his hands as he ate; I didn't mind.
"Many questions," I say with a smile, "y/n."
He never returned my smile, instead turning his expression into one of seriousness "I'm gonna have questions for the person who dragged me to this cave,"
I scoffed, "You have a knife, gonot,"
There was no use in helping someone who won't take it, it's like chasing a rabbit who doesn't wanna be chased.
The boy rolled his eyes, his head shaking as well, he knew enough to know I told him to leave. He used his knee to prop himself up, heading towards the cave entrance with one last look at me.
Brown eyes. He had deep, brown eyes.
It had been a few days since my last encounter with the brown-eyed boy. I hadn't thought about him much, only before I went to bed, when I woke up, when I was watching animals, and when I was talking to Lincoln. I'd like to think that wasn't much.
I couldn't shake the fact he hadn't even thanked me for saving his life, nobody had ever treated me with such coldness before. Especially after I help them. Maybe it was just a Skaikru thing, maybe they weren't used to common courtesy. He hadn't even told me his name.
The boy on the other hand had also been thinking of me, the grounder who saved him.
Though he didn't like that word.
Instead, he told everyone he camped out in a cave with a grounder that he held hostage. He couldn't believe the grounders were kind, not after the lives they took, the torture they put Skaikru through. But he couldn't help repeating my name in his head, repeating that day over and over.
A grounder saved him.
I wasn't sure why I was so drawn to the boy with the brown eyes, but I just knew I was.
Walking through the forest I was picking random flowers, feeling bad for them as I was ripping them from their bodies stuck to the ground, but it made great feed for the rabbits.
I was twirling the daisy between my fingers when a loud voice boomed off the barks of the trees, scaring the crows from their nests.
"Don't move!" I heard a voice yell from behind me.
My entire body froze in fear, I had never been put in a situation like this, never having made many enemies.
"Turn around, slowly!"
I did as told, moving as slowly as I could until I was face to face with a boy, this wasn't the boy from the cave, this one had bright blue eyes you could see from miles away and a messy middle part with a particularly big nose.
I felt like a deer that was spooked by hunters, everything in me was telling me to run, escape, and take my chances. But my legs wouldn't cooperate with my head. I couldn't take this guy on, I wasn't a fighter, I never learned.
He could sense the fear radiating off me, "Tell me why I shouldn't kill you, grounder." He spoke with such spite as if I was a disease or plague.
I couldn't form any sentences, my heart was beating against the cage of my chest, and I prayed that anybody would come and save me.
I didn't wanna die.
I didn't wanna die before learning his name.
I was about to die and he was the first thing I was thinking of, unbelievable.
"Speak!" He shouted once again, stepping closer to me with his gun aiming towards my head.
"Murphy!" The familiar voice filled my ears.
Murphy, I'm assuming, looked back quickly before letting out an angry groan.
The brown-eyed boy appeared, and when he saw the scene he was angry.
He marched up to Murphy and grabbed ahold of his jacket, making him drop the gun.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" He yelled into Murphy's face, still gripping his jacket as strong as ever, he practically lifted him up.
"Finishing the job man!" Murphy tried pushing the boy off but it was no use, fear seeped into Murphy's voice.
"Finishing the job?" He repeated though it wasn't a question.
"C'mon, Bellamy, she's just a stupid-," Murphy tried reasoning.
Bellamy.
"She's what!?" Bellamy yelled, slamming Murphy into a tree before grabbing him again, "She's what!?"
I couldn't lie to myself, seeing this side of Bellamy was attractive. Knowing he was already so protective over me, I couldn't let him kill Murphy.
"Bellamy!" I shouted.
Bellamy didn't look towards me, instead, he glared into Murphy's eyes before throwing him down and backing away towards the dropped gun.
Only then did he meet my gaze, examining me from feet away to make sure Murphy didn't harm me.
Murphy took a while to regain his composure, standing up and dusting himself off while looking between us.
"Let's go," Bellamy said, looking towards Murphy.
Bellamy stole another glance at me before leaving for their ship, leaving me standing there still processing everything.
That day came and went, and so did the next. I had begun missing Bellamy, I roamed the woods hoping I'd run into him but I never did.
I even debated on just running into their camp, but the big weaponry scared me off. All I could do was hope and pray he was okay, that Trikru hadn't gotten to him first.
I spoke with Lincoln the day after the incident, I told him about Bellamy, about Murphy. And he admitted he too saved a girl from Skaikru, she was Bellamy's sister, and she wasn't like the rest. Octavia was kind, and gentle with Lincoln, a calm contrast to the way most people had treated him.
I was happy for Lincoln, he found someone he was interested in, and it was nice to have someone relate to the same experiences I was going through.
Bellamy was worrying about me just as much as well. After the previous incident, he wasn't sure I could handle myself if another person were to threaten me. The thought alone had his blood boiling.
He wanted me there, in camp, where he knew I'd be safe. But after what happened with the grounders he didn't think the rest of the camp would like that idea.
He tried everything to go outside the walls, to even catch a glimpse of me but he knew the camp needed him there now. The wall wouldn't build itself. He'd always find his mind coming back to me, carefree picking flowers and talking to the animals.
Most would find it crazy but he found it mesmerizing. In such a dark world there was such beauty, and I knew how to find it in even the darkest of times.
I was in my cave when I heard someone call me.
"y/n."
It was Lincoln.
I smiled when I saw him, Lincoln was one of my best friends, well, my only best friend.
"Yea?" I ask, walking up to him, his expression is a mix of anger and worry.
"They're going to attack tonight, the bridge,"
Lincoln didn't need to explain further for me to know what he was talking about.
Trikru was going to march on Skaikru.
I needed to warn them.
I swiftly ran past Lincoln, but he quickly grabbed my arm.
"Lincoln! I need to-"
"Be safe."
I gave him a nod before rushing off to the drop ship, my mind only worrying about Bellamy and his people. With every step, the sky got darker, and my legs began to get sore but I had to push through.
And then I saw it.
The big wooden fence made of scraps.
"Grounder!" I heard one of the men atop the wall yell. "Don't move!"
Bellamy was the first to open the doors, his face turned to one of surprise, but I didn't have time for reunions.
"Don't shoot! She is safe!" Bellamy yelled.
I ran to him, "Bellamy," I looked into his eyes, "They're attacking soon, from the bridge," His expression dropped to a more serious look.
"We know," He said, "Ravens working on a bomb right now,"
My face must've contorted enough for him to notice.
"For the bridge," He finished with a smile.
A breath of relief passed through my lips.
"Come in, I'll catch you up."
It took him an hour to explain everything, from Murphy going missing to him returning with a temporary sickness infecting everyone but the immune. It was something Trikru did to thin out the battlefield, my heart felt for all the souls who couldn't make it past the sickness.
"Bellamy!" I heard a girl from outside his tent call, he gave me a look before exiting the tent and I curiously followed, receiving stares from everyone around us.
"Raven? What's up?" He asked Raven, she had a tan complexion with a high ponytail.
"We did it, now we just need to make it there and shoot it."
Bellamy nodded, "I'll do it,"
I immediately looked towards him, "No!"
"I have to, it's for my people," He said, now looking down towards me.
I couldn't stand the thought of possibly losing him, what if something went wrong and he never came back?
"There isn't any other way?" I pleaded, worry evident in my face and tone.
"Our other shooters are too sick and I'm the last good shot," His hands went to my arms in a comforting matter, "I'll be back before you even know it."
His words did little to calm my worries, but I knew he was set on his decision. All I could do was nod in reply.
Raven handed him a sniper and mixture, "Pour the gunpowder around the jelly, then run far away."
With every word she spoke, I could feel the fear and sadness crawl up my spine.
Bellamy was ready to leave but before he did he looked at me before approaching another boy "If anything happens to her, they answer to me, got it?"
The boy nodded his head in reply.
I watched as he left the gates and as they slowly closed behind him, the anxiety growing within everyone in the camp. If Bellamy failed, it was over for everyone else as well.
For the next few hours, I stayed in Bellamy's tent, lying in his bed and curled up under his blanket which still smelled like him. I was beyond worried for him, I hadn't known him long but I deeply cared for him.
"Don't think I just forgot." I heard a voice say, now entering the tent. It was Murphy.
The same scared feeling returned throughout my body.
"What do you want?" I ask, sitting up off the bed, trying to seem as tough as possible knowing deep down I was terrified of the man standing in front of me.
"You made me look weak!" He shouted at me, his grip on the knife becoming stronger as his knuckles clouded over with a white shade.
"I don't know what you mean," I tried defending myself, Murphy stepped closer and brought the knife to my throat. The cold metal sent shivers and goosebumps down my body.
I wanted so desperately to defend myself, to take action, but I just couldn't.
"Shouldve done it when I had the chance,"
"Done what," Bellamy said before entering.
I almost started crying at the sight of Bellamy, his curly hair now matted in the dirt, but he never looked more handsome.
Murphy instantly dropped the knife and turned around, the moment he did Bellamy's fist locked with Murphy's face, making him scramble on the ground. Bellamy grabbed Murphy by the collar of his jacket and dragged him to the gate, not even letting him get up.
What scared me most is the fact Bellamy hadn't said a word since he found us.
The gates opened and he threw Murphy to the ground, giving him a nice kick to go with it.
Once Murphy was out of the way the gates closed, everyone watching in worry and fear as whispers erupted from the crowd.
Nobody had ever protected me like Bellamy had, I felt more safe with him than I've ever felt before.
Bellamy wasted no time in returning to the tent, seeing me wait there for him.
I ran into his arms and cupped his cheeks, locking our lips together finally.
His hands snaked down to my lower back, pulling me closer into his embrace as he led me to the bed laying me down gently.
I pulled away to catch my breath and he took this time to shrug his jacket off.
"I missed you," I said breathily, smiling up at him while he took his shirt off, revealing his toned chest which I swiftly ran my hands over, feeling every crevice, wanting to engrave the feeling into the pads of my fingers.
"I missed you too, princess," He returned my smile slyly, sneaking his hands under my top and sliding it off with ease, revealing my bare chest as he looked in complete awe.
Being under his gaze made my face flush with a deep red, suddenly feeling vulnerable, it didn't take him long to get his hands working up and down my body, feeling over my breasts and sides before slipping my pants down slowly revealing my soaked cunt, I bit my lip at the coldness meeting my warm pussy.
Bellamy let out a groan, feeling his bulge harden against his tight jeans. Tossing my jeans to the side he slid his fingers in between my slit, coating his fingers in the juices and trailing them up my thighs.
"This fine, princess?" He asked, staring into my eyes with his beautiful brown eyes.
I nodded my head quickly, needing this more than anything at the moment.
I heard his belt unbuckle and his zipper become undone. His hands grabbed my thighs and spread them open before lining himself up with my hole.
Bellamy let out a soft groan after only pressing his tip into me, he slowly pushed deeper into me causing sweet moans and pants to fill the tent.
It was the sweetest sound Bellamy had ever heard, he needed to hear more.
Once Bellamy was fully inside me he began slowly grinding his hips into me, not wanting to fully pull out. The feeling was ecstatic, unlike anything I'd ever felt before.
My hands reached for anything to grab onto, landing on his arms I grabbed onto them as the pain flooded my body from the abuse my sweet spot was going through.
"Doing so good," Bellamy groaned out, grabbing ahold of my hips while my legs wrapped around his waist. He gazed at the facial expressions I was making, the faster he pounded the better they got to him.
Bellamy wanted to be rough with me, to thrust into me until I couldn't take it anymore, but he knew he needed to be gentle with me. At least for now.
His grip on my hips forced me to stay still, unable to properly arch my back making him hit the deepest spots in me. I knew I couldn't last, I knew my climax was reaching me this soon.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck... Bell!" I moaned out loudly, my climax washing over my body as I shook in Bellamy's grip.
The tightening of my pussy drove Bellamy crazy, he couldn't be gentle, not like this, not when I was below him being so irresistible.
His slow thrusts soon turned rough and fast, each thrust ending with wet and lewd sounds.
Tears began streaming down my cheeks at the overstimulation, my hands going to his chest trying to push him away but my attempts were futile.
"Just keep looking pretty under me," Bellamy said, his eyes not looking away from my face, only taking quick glances toward my breasts.
His praises were addicting, making my legs start to shake erratically.
His face was coated in a thin layer of sweat, causing his skin to shine as the light from the small lantern lit the side of his face, I wanted to remember this moment forever, him above me making me feel so insanely good; better than anyone could ever make me feel.
Bellamy's hand trailed up my body and to my neck, he squeezed lightly giving him a better angle to fuck into me.
The pressure on my neck was enough to make me cum again, my body shook uncontrollably as another orgasm washed over me, painting Bellamy's cock in a thick white layer, making it easier to slip in and out of me.
Bellamy was close to his own climax, chasing the high.
"All mine, all mine," He breathed out, leaning down and kissing my neck while giving light squeezes to my neck.
His groans became louder in my ear, and it wasn't long before I felt him pull out and finish all over my stomach.
He leaned into my shoulder and caught up with his breath, smiling into my neck and breathing me in.
"You did so good," His voice was rough, a slight contrast from before.
He stood up slowly and grabbed a nearby cloth to clean me up, discarding it after.
"You're okay?" Bellamy asked sweetly, while I crawled into a more comfortable position on his bed.
"Mhm, lay with me," I said meekly.
Bellamy smiled at the sight of me curled up in his bed, he crawled in beside me and pulled me closer to him.
"Stay here with me," He whispered, stroking my hair lovingly.
"What if Murphy comes back?"
He thought for a moment, "For you? I'd banish him a thousand times over,"
I smiled up at him, placing a small kiss on his lips.
"I'll stay then,"
With Bellamy's fingers stroking my hair, the heat coming from our bodies, and the safety I felt beside him, I drifted off to sleep.
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a helping hand - John Murphy x reader
Summary: âWhy are you helping me? Iâm the bad guy, in case you forgot.â Set during 1 x 10 (I am become Death), based on this teaser.
warnings: mentions of blood + injuries, angst, Murphy being Murphy (yes, he does have a soft side in this, but that doesnât mean that heâs not still a dick); please lmk if I forgot something!Â
AN: Iâm not quite sure whether anyone will still care for Murphy x reader in 2023, but I love my trash son so much, I just had to write something about him. Please let me know if you liked it!Â
You dip the bloodied cloth into the bucket filled with water, watching as the water slowly turns red. Your hands are bloody as well and thereâs dried blood crested under your fingernails, but with all the sick teens around you needing medical attendance, you donât have time to try to thoroughly wash your hands, so you just dip them into the water, grabbing a bar of soap, watching as the water turns an even deeper red.Â
Blood.Â
Thereâs just so much of it.Â
You sigh, standing up again. Thereâs no time for dwelling on your thoughts, not when the whole first floor of the Dropship is full of sick, coughing teenagers that need your help.Â
You go to Fox and Connor next, checking up on them. But apart from trying to clean them up - theyâve started coughing up blood as well - and getting them to drink some water, there isnât much you can do to actually help them. You have no medicine, no painkillers - apart from Montyâs moonshine and considering that a painkiller really is a stretch in your opinion -, nothing. Only a few spare blankets you and Clarke gave out earlier, in order to help keep everyone warm.Â
A sudden wave of anger and irritation at your helplessness when faced with this unknown, dangerous virus overcomes you and you clench your fists in frustration. You allow yourself a moment to try and bury that emotion deep inside - because being this emotionally overwhelmed, you wonât be any help to the others -, closing your eyes and breathing deeply.Â
When you open your eyes again, they land on Murphy - whoâs looking right back at you with his good eye, the other one is still swollen shut.Â
You gulp, trying to swallow down the nervousness that is suddenly clawing its way up your throat. Murphyâs the one who brought the disease into the Camp.Â
After being tortured by the grounders for days, you try to remind yourself. After being unceremoniously tossed out of Camp for a murder he didnât commit. And while heâs definitely a rude asshole that can be a bit unpredictable at times - though you think more often than not heâs just lashing out when provoked, attacked, or in case of the whole Charlotte incident, wrongfully accused - you donât think that heâs as bad as everyone makes him out to be.Â
But maybe thatâs just you being naive, always wanting to see the good in people. He did try to go after Charlotte, after all. Though, you think, that probably had more to do with him seeking justice - a twisted, self-righteous kind of justice, but still justice - than vengeance.Â
You sigh, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Whatever the deal with Murphy is - and whatever the reason for you to suddenly spend so much of your thoughts on him is - right now, it doesnât matter.Â
Right now the only thing that matters is that heâs sick and hurt and he needs someone to help him clean up his wounds and thatâs exactly what youâre here for.Â
So, you take a deep breath and square your shoulders, before walking over to him and dropping down in front of him. His blue-green eyes - the good one at least- meet yours for just a split second, but then heâs looking away again. You dip the cloth into the bucket of water - after helping Fox and Connor youâd gone out to get some fresh water - and reach out for him, but just when youâre about to touch him, he twists away from you.Â
âWhatâre you doing?â, he says, his voice low, distrust and irritation evident in his expression.Â
âHelping youâ, you answer, gesturing to the wet cloth in your hands. âSomeone needs to clean up your wounds, Murphy.âÂ
He scoffs. âYeah, right.âÂ
You frown. âLook Murphy, just let me help you, please.âÂ
He doesnât say anything to that, doesnât acknowledge your words with anything other than a raise of his eyebrows, but you decide to just take his lack of a verbal response as a good sign - or at least as a sign that he hopefully wonât refuse your help any further.Â
You wet the cloth cloth again, before carefully reaching your hand out to him again. This time, he doesnât twist away from you, so you gingerly touch his bloodied and scarred cheek with your fingertips, before carefully applying pressure with the cloth.Â
All the while, Murphy looks at you, an undecipherable emotion in his blue-green eyes. The intensity of his gaze is distracting, and you swallow, trying to concentrate on cleaning up his wounds, trying to ignore the burning heat of his gaze. Though itâs impossible to really ignore it, with you two being so close that you can feel his warm breath ghosting over your skin, causing you to shiver.Â
Something shifts in Murphyâs expression then - if you werenât paying so much attention, you mightâve missed it, but as it is, you can see the bitter smirk that crosses his lips for an instant, before he bites down hard on his lips.Â
Your eyes meet then. You swallow - you feel caught in his stare, unable to look at anything but him.Â
âWhy are you helping me?â, he asks you, his voice low and raspy and laced with something that almost sounds like desperation. âIâm the bad guy, in case you forgot.âÂ
âBecause you need helpâ, you say, underlining your words by lightly trailing your fingertips over the deep cut on his left cheek. âAnd because I want to understand you.â Itâs true - you do want to understand him. You want to know how he came to be who he is today, why on earth he set fire to a room on the Ark.Â
And fuck. This - this is dangerous.Â
That bitter smirk crosses his face again. âOh, so you want to know why Iâm such a jerk, why I told the Campâs location to the grounders, is that it?âÂ
âYou were torturedâ, you say softly, but Murphy only scoffs.Â
âYeah, Iâm afraid that doesnât count as an excuseâ, he says, voice full of bitterness.Â
âWha-â, you start to say, but then you remember that you saw Bellamy talking to Murphy earlier. And yes, that would certainly explain Murphyâs comments about his being tortured not being an excuse for giving up your location.Â
You sigh frustratedly. Of course you know that Bellamy only wants to protect everyone at Camp, but you also know him well enough to imagine him making some kind of petty remark how he wouldnât have caved under torture, wouldnât have given up the Campâs location.Â
Which - fuck that. Anyone would eventually cave under torture, even someone as strong-willed and fierce as Bellamy.Â
Murphyâs hiss of pain when you accidentally linger too long on one of his cuts with your fingertips draws you out of your thoughts. âSorryâ you say, biting your lip.Â
Murphy just shrugs and suddenly youâre hit with the desperate urge to help him, even though youâre not quite sure if there even is anything you can do that could make his situation better - apart from cleaning up his wounds, which you already are doing.Â
âIâm sorry for what happened to youâ, you say then, looking at him. âThatâs not - I can only imagine what you went through and I really am sorry that that happened to you.âÂ
Murphy looks at you, confusion and irritation evident in his expression.Â
âAnd I know that wonât change anything-â
âNo it wonâtâ, Murphy interrupts you, but this time, thereâs no venom in his voice - just pain and resignation. âBut itâs nothing I havenât experienced before.âÂ
Now itâs your turn to be confused. As you continue cleaning up his wounds, you mull over his words in your mind, trying to understand what heâs implying with his words. Does he mean that he was tortured on the Ark? But that canât be right, can it? Yes, the Arkâs council is strict and unforgiving, but you havenât heard about them torturing somebody.Â
âCan you even see anything like that?â, Murphy says, interrupting your thought process, and suddenly heâs reaching out with one hand, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.Â
You swallow, trying desperately not to show how much that one little touch affected you. But your heart is thundering so loudly in your chest that youâre convinced that heâs able to hear it.Â
Especially once you can no longer pretend to re-inspect the cuts on his face yet again - you really need to take a look at the wounds on his chest.Â
You clear your throat, trying to sound more confident than you feel. âI - uh - I need to take a look at the wounds on your chest, judging by all that blood Iâll probably need to do some stitches ⊠uhm could you - uh - maybe take off your shirt?âÂ
Kill me, you think, wanting to die from embarrassment. Of course, the first time youâll see a boy without his shirt on - apart from some of the boys that walk around Camp shirtless in the morning and you donât think that they actually count - has to be in this weird situation.Â
As if reading your thoughts, Murphy just smirks, before taking off his shirt. But just whenâs almost free of his shirt, he hisses, his face screwing up in pain.Â
âLet meâ, you say, helping him.Â
For a moment, you just stare at each other breathlessly.Â
Then, so quietly that youâre not quite sure whether youâve imagined it, he says: âThank you.âÂ
You nod, clearing your throat. Not knowing what else to say, you start inspecting his chest, lightly trailing your fingertips over the various scratches and other wounds - trying not to be distracted by his muscles you can feel under your fingertips and his burning gaze.Â
Murphy hisses again when your fingers brush over a particularly deep wound. âSorryâ, you murmur, leaning in even closer to get a better look at his wound. âThis wound needs some stitches, Iâm, uh, going to get a needle and some thread.âÂ
You get up and walk over to where all the medical supplies are stored, thankful for this short moment away from Murphy, his intense stare and your confusing thoughts about him.Â
âHereâ, you say, after sitting down in front of Murphy again and hand him the bottle of moonshine youâve grabbed as well, âyou might want to drink this before I get started on those stitches.â
Murphy just nods, taking the bottle of moonshine from you and taking a long, big sip. âDo your worstâ, he says, prompting you to roll your eyes.Â
âThanks for the vote of confidenceâ, you murmur, though you can understand why heâd be apprehensive about this. If it were you being in his situation, youâd rather be stitched up by a trained doctor as well, but since you teens are all on your own and Clarke, the only one of you with actual medical training is currently getting some well-deserved sleep, youâre his only option. Unlike Clarke, you havenât received any actual medical training but you do know how to give stitches - in theory at least - so you hopefully wonât screw this up.Â
Here goes nothing, you think, getting started on the stitches.Â
Murphy bites down hard on his lips, though a slight hiss still escapes him.Â
You cringe, shooting him an apologetic smile before concentrating on his wound again. âSorry.âÂ
Murphy doesnât say anything in response, just nods.Â
Youâre both quiet as you continue with the stitches. Then, when youâre almost done, Murphy suddenly says: âI got real sick when I was thirteen ⊠only made it because my dad stole some medicine for me ... course, he got floated for it âŠâÂ
You swallow, meeting his gaze. You donât know why heâs suddenly telling you this - you just know that the story heâs about to tell you most likely wonât have a happy ending.Â
Murphy looks away from you then, laughing bitterly. âMy mother ⊠she was never the same after his death ⊠She started drinking. Blamed me for his death. Told me everyday that Iâm a worthless good-for-nothing thatâs responsible for his fatherâs death. She died three years after him ⊠and I just-â
He stops talking then, shaking his head.Â
âMurphy, I-â, you start to say, though you stop as well, not quite knowing what it is that you actually want to say. Murphy suddenly opening up to you is so confusing and his story so heartbreaking, youâre not quite sure what the appropriate words for this situation are, let alone if there even are any.Â
âAnywayâ, Murphy now says, voice tinged with bitterness, âI just - I had all this pai- anger in me and I didnât know how to handle it, how to let it out. So I set fire to those rooms, got arrested.âÂ
âMurphy âŠâ, you say, your voice hollow, your heart breaking for the broken, angry boy in front of.Â
He laughs dryly, though the sound has a wheezing quality to it that instantly worries you. âYou wanted to know, didnât you? Wanted to understand why I became such a jerk. Well, there you have it.â
âI doâ, you say, putting away the needle and thread and looking at Murphy, meeting his gaze. âI do understand you, Murphy. I still think youâre an opportunistic jerk, but I understand, I really do. I - I know that itâs not worth much, but I am sorry that this happened to you, itâs awful.âÂ
Murphy just shrugs, not saying anything.Â
But heâs still looking at you and now that you know what to look for, now that you finally understand him better, you see the pain in his expression.
Not just due to the torture. Thereâs so much more, pain thatâs probably been building in him for years and that he turned into sharp, pointed hate and anger, because he didnât know how to deal with all of his pain.Â
You want to help him, though you donât really know how and why. Yes, he is a rude jerk and at Camp he was also somewhat of a bully, but you think that thatâs most likely due to him not knowing how to communicate in something thatâs not just anger and aggression. But you also believe that thereâs more to him - that heâs not just this lonely, broken, rude jerk that thatâs probably just a facade heâs hiding behind.Â
âI understand, Murphyâ, you say again, still looking at the storm of emotions in his green-blue eyes. Something shifts in Murphyâs expression then - heâs listening to you and something in his gaze tells you that he believes your words, believes you. âI truly do. But thereâs more to life than just pain, anger and aggression.âÂ
With that, you reach out a hand, softly grasping one of his hands with yours. Youâre not quite sure why youâre doing it, you just know that you want to be there for Murphy, that you want to help him - and that you want him to understand that you truly mean your words.Â
Murphyâs arm jerks, as if he wants to rip his hand out of your grasp, but then he grasps your hand, squeezing it lightly. He reaches up with his other hand, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear.Â
Just like before, your breath hitches. But this - this is different than before. This time, thereâs no venom in Murphyâs gaze, no quiet challenge, no pent-up anger. Just curiosity and something softer that you canât quite describe.Â
âI still donât really get why youâre helping meâ, Murphy says, leaning even closer to you. Youâre so close that you could count the lashes on his good eye. You feel his breath ghosting over your skin and you shiver in anticipation.Â
âBut Iâm glad that I let you.â With that, he leans in even closer, searching your eyes and whatever he sees in them, must convince him. He presses his lips to yours and youâre so overwhelmed that you donât know how to react. But just when you feel Murphy starting to pull away, you kiss him back, bringing your free hand up to his neck.Â
You feel him smirk into the kiss and if you werenât currently kissing him, youâd definitely roll your eyes at him. As it is, you continue kissing him, though you give his hand a squeeze thatâs probably a bit too harsh.Â
Murphy just smirks again, deepening the kiss and tangling his hand in your hair. You can feel your heart start to beat faster and thereâs a curious sensation in your stomach that feels like those butterflies that youâve read about in books.Â
You lose yourself in the kiss, in the feeling of Murphy.
Kissing Murphy feels good, though his lips are chapped and dry and he hisses in pain when you overeagerly lean a little too much against him. But still - kissing Murphy feels good.Â
And even though youâre still confused and you know that one conversation wonât suddenly make him sunshine personified - you like his dry sarcasm way too much for that - you also know that you want more. You want to get to know Murphy, really get to know him, you want to be there for him. And if there are more occasions to kiss him along the way of getting to know him and helping him, then you certainly wonât complain about that.Â
Murphy gives you one last, bruising kiss, before breaking the kiss, breathlessly leaning his forehead against yours.Â
âI - Murphy - what âŠâ, you stammer, still too wound up from the kiss.Â
Murphy smirks. âThat was thank you.âÂ
You canât help but roll your eyes. âI seeâ, you say dryly.Â
âFor stitching me up ⊠and for not giving up on meâ, Murphy adds, his voice serious again.Â
You smile softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of his eye. âIâll be sure to stick around then.âÂ
Murphy grins, though thereâs a vulnerability to it now that wasnât there before. âDoesnât sound too bad âŠâÂ
âYeah, it doesnâtâ, you agree, before leaning up to kiss him again.Â
You feel him smiling into the kiss, causing you to smile as well.Â
Yes, the road ahead is not going to be easy - this is John Murphy, resident sarcastic, rude asshole, after all - but youâre not afraid to walk it with Murphy.Â
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Lustful Promises
Pairing: John Murphy x reader Summary: When you publicly humiliate John Murphy, he plans to make you pay. However, things take different turn, when unresolved feelings awake. Warnings: 18+ only! Dom!Murphy, kissing, bit of degradation, pet names, knife play, biting, fingering, loss of virginity, P in V, creampieâŠ
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It was a known fact that you and Murphy hated each other more than anything. It was like a tradition for you two to fight every day. Today was no exception. You were minding your business when Murphy felt the need to ruin your peaceful solitude. He started taunting you for no reason, and he even went as far as bringing your best friend Bellamy into the argument.
âDonât you feel pathetic when you see him fucking Roma after he is done with you?â
That was uncalled for. You and Bellamy were strictly platonic. He was your best friendâs brother, nothing more. That is why you landed a punch on his face without thinking twice. He fell on his ass from the unexpected motion, making the newly gathered crowd laugh. Bellamy quickly de-escalated the situation, but not before Murphy spat a ridiculous amount of threats at you. âInsane individualâ you thought to yourself.
In the evening, you took a walk in the forest, completely forgetting the incident that had happened earlier, as fighting with Murphy was already a casualty for you.
You were about to turn back for Octavia when someone covered your mouth. A strong arm enveloped your waist, and you were unable to move or scream. You tried to kick the attacker, but to no avail. He was stronger than you.
âStop fucking kicking me!" he shouted. Oh. You could recognize that voice anywhere. Of course, it was Murphy. Your destined enemy. He had followed you into the woods.
He pulled away his hand from your mouth, quickly pressing the cold knife on your throat before you could scream.
âDonât even think about screaming,â he said coldly. You shuddered. Who knew how far this crazy son of a bitch would go to prove his point?! âGot it?â When all he got for an answer was your nod, he smirked. âGood girl.â
He manhandled you, pressing your backside against a nearby tree, the knife still to your throat. You were looking at him with so much hatred that you would not be surprised if he dropped dead.
âNot so brave now, are you?â
His voice was making you violent. You kicked him in the groin as hard as possible. The unexpected kick made him loosen his grip on the knife, but he quickly gained composure.
âWrong move,â he said lowly, sending shivers down your spine. He quickly turned you around and painfully pressed your front against the rough surface of the tree. You were sandwiched between his hard chest and the tree. "Oww, that hurts," you groaned, but that only fueled him further as he pressed his hips against you even more. âGood. I want it to hurt.â
You were helpless. You could not overpower him, no matter how hard you tried. âWhen Bellamy hears about this, heâs gonna make you pay.â You tried to intimidate him. It was a pathetic attempt at regaining control, but what else could you do?!
Suddenly, you felt the cold tip of the knife pressing against your cheek. He teased you, moving it across your cheekbone and towards your lips. âIF Bellamy hears about this doll.â You moved your hips, trying to free yourself, but you stopped as soon as you felt his hardened penis pressing against you.
âMurphy I-â
He shushed you. Inching his face even closer to yours and biting your neck. You tried to compose yourself, but you could not stiffen a moan when he sucked particularly hard on your pulse point. âJust like that. Ohh, baby, you are so responsive.â
"Murphy, we really shouldnât be doing this.â You tried to reason.
âOh, but we are.â He responded, leaving no room for an argument. He continued kissing and biting your neck, no doubt leaving marks behind. He trailed kisses down your shoulder as he opened the zipper of your leather top, leaving you in just a bra. He unclasped it easily, roughly kissing your neck.
âTurn around,â he ordered. You hesitantly did so, your cheeks reddening.
âShit,â he whistled lowly as he took in the sight of you. You instinctively tried to cover yourself from his gaze, but he caught your hands. âDonât go shy on me now, baby. You were talking big just a minute ago.â He said with a sinister look in his eyes. He quickly took your nipple between his teeth, sucking on it.
âFuckkk.â You moaned, feeling overly sensitive, as his hands and teeth twisted and bit your nipples. âFuckk fuck fuck, John,â you were a whimpering mess. He hummed against your chest, planting a final kiss as he looked up at you. His blue eyes were darker than ever, filled with lust.
âShit baby, you are a mess, and I havenât even started with you yet.â He chuckled when he heard no response from you. âNo sneaky responses? What did you do to the girl I knew and loved?â
âLoved?â You questioned without thinking.
âJust a saying. Donât let that get to your head, babe.â
You scoffed, offended by his words, for whatever reason. Did you actually expect him to be gentle with you? This was John Murphy, your sworn enemy, and you were about to fuck him. Shit.
âShit,â but before you could finish your sentence, Murphy kissed you again. He was rougher this time, more passionate. You parted your lips, and he quickly slipped his tongue into your mouth. You broke the kiss, trying to catch your breath.
âDonât think, baby. I know you want me, so stop fighting it. Just trust me." He placed his large palm on your lower belly, trailing his fingers further down.
âIâve never had sex before.â You blurted out.
He stilled and looked you in the eyes.
âWhat?â
Damn. That was a reaction. You tried to avert your gaze, suddenly feeling too bare.
âWell, shit. That explains the attitude. Maybe you just need someone to dick you down so you can finally stop being a fucking bitch.â He spat.
âFuck you, Murphy, you fucking asshole.â
He chuckled darkly.
"Oh, you will, baby; donât be so eager.â
He opened the button on your shorts and helped you get out of them. You were just in your panties now, feeling the light breeze on your bare body. He pressed his palm on your pussy, stroking your clit with his thumb through the fabric of your lace panties. âJohn,â you moaned.
âYeah, baby? Want me to stop?â He teased you, looking at you with innocent eyes.
âNo.â You almost screamed, making him smirk. That egoistic asshole. Suddenly, he pulled your panties down, letting them pool at your ankles. His one hand was holding your waist, and his other was massaging your pussy lips.
You grabbed his shoulders roughly to help balance your already wobbly legs.
"God, baby, you are so wet. If you wanted to be fucked this badly, all you had to do was ask.â He whispered in your ear, his hot breath making goosebumps awake on your skin. His middle finger slowly pushed inside you, making you gasp. He bit down on the meeting point of your neck and shoulder as his finger slowly filled your cunt.
âOh my god, John.â You moaned. He quickly pushed his ring finger inside you, the sudden sensation making you jolt. He held down your hips with his other hand so that you could not move.
"Fuckk, I feel so full,â you continued blubbering without a coherent thought in your mind.
âYeah?â He questioned, as he scissored you. âThink you can take another?â
You moaned at his words. âDonât know,â you answered truthfully.
"Sure, you can. You wanna be a good girl for me, donât you?â
You nodded eagerly, unsure where the urge to please him was coming from. He added his index finger, stretching you out further. You felt so unbelievably stretched that you werenât sure if you would be able to take his dick. He fastened the pace, fingering you hard. You screamed when he curved his fingers, hitting your sweet spot. His thumb was circling your clit.
âI think Iâm close,â you told him.
âGood,â he whispered against your ear, biting your already bruised neck. âGo on, cum on my fingers. I wanna feel your walls pulse.â His words, along with his brutal pace, put you on the edge. You came hard, not being able to control your moans. When you came down from your high, you could see John staring at you.
âYou are so sexy.â He said with a smirk.
He started unbuttoning his pants, and you were about to get on your knees when he stopped you.
âShit princess, Iâd love to see you choke on my cock, but I promised to fuck that attitude out of you.â
You shivered at his words. He finally freed his cock, letting it spring free. It hit his navel. He was bigger than you imagined. You opened your mouth in surprise, almost drooling at the sight.
âLike what you see?â
You looked at him with lustful eyes. âJust fuck me already.â
"Mmm, alright,â he sensually kissed your lips as he entered you. You bit his lip hard as the stretch from his dick hurt you.
"Fuuckkk, you are so big.â He moaned at your words. You screamed as he bottomed out. He pulled out quickly, leaving just the tip, only to push inside again with brutal strength.
âOh my god, I can't,â but he shushed you. He was kissing you everywhere, and his hands were gripping your waist so hard that you were sure it would bruise. You felt so overwhelmed. He was everywhere. His dick was so deep inside you that you were worried about your internal organs. His scent was intoxicating, making your brain fuzzy.
âCome on, baby, cum on my dick,â he moaned into your ear. He put his forehead against yours, looking deep into your eyes. He fastened his pace, and you could feel his cock twitch inside you. You fell apart on his dick; the intensity of the second orgasm made tears fall from your eyes. He came after you, not bothering to pull out. You were shaking, barely able to stand. He put his head on your chest, breathing heavily.
âSo I was your first?â
You nodded slightly.
âYou liked it?â He questioned, and you hummed, too spent out to form a sentence. âFucked you so hard you forgot to speak or what?â
You punched his shoulder lightly, not appreciating the joke. He kissed both your cheeks softly and gently pulled out. You could feel his cum leaking out of your hole, but you did not care.
âI liked it,â you said quietly.
âWhat? Could you say that louder?â He said, teasingly looking down at you as he stood tall, fully dressed. He helped you clean up with surprising softness.
âYou cannot tell anyone about this, Murphy.â You voiced your concern.
âAnd why would I do that, baby?â He inched closer, fixing your messy hair.
âPromise me.â You whispered.
âI promise.â He answered you truthfully, zipping your leather top. âSorry for what I said earlier about Bellamy.â
âIâm sorry that I kicked your ass.â
He laughed, shaking his head at your words.
Maybe he was not so bad after all.
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CILLIAN MURPHY as William Killick in The Edge of Love (2008) | dir. John Maybury
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