breathless (au bellamy blake one-shot)

Prompt: You & your FWB Bellamy have been busy due to classes starting back up. You two haven’t been able to make time for one another yet, so Bellamy decides to take matters into his own hands.

Requested: shower sex with Bellamy (from THIS visual smut drabble list)

Warnings: smut, visual smut, shower sex, swearing, dirty talk (?)

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

A/N: sorry this is so short! after all, it is a quickie! enjoy loves xoxo !!!THE GIF IS NOT MINE!!!

You groan and trudge to your dorm. This semester was especially hard, class after class starting at 8 in the morning. You had a 10 minute break between your classes that allowed you to move between the buildings and barely make it to class on time. Some days, like today, you had Chem lab for three hours. Thankfully, you had an hour break between your last class of the day and your lab.

“Finally,” you whisper as you walk in your dorm, closing your door behind you. You drop your bag and your hands immediately reach to the back of your neck, kneading the knots that had formed due to the stress with school. You moan and tilt your head back.

“Let me,” you hear a soft whisper and gasp. You swiftly turn around to see your best friend Bellamy standing behind you.

“What the fuck, Bellamy?” You catch your breath and let out a light laugh. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“Come here,” he smiles and pulls you to his chest. “You poor thing.” He kisses your forehead and you immediately feel your stress leave you.

“God, I’ve missed you, Bell,” you bury your head against his neck and kiss it gently.

“You’ve got no idea how much I miss you, babe,” his hands rub the small of your back as he smiles down at you.

Your eyes meet and a surge of electricity flows through you both. Your eyes darken and you bite your bottom lip. Your hand reaches up to trace the side of his face. He closes his eyes and gulps as your fingertips graze over his cheekbone, his jaw, and finally his lips. His eyes shoot open and he watches your every move, waiting for you to speak the first words as he always does.

“Kiss me, Bellamy,” you whisper huskily as your eyes meet his once again.
Bellamy groans and doesn’t wait another moment before pressing his lips against yours fervently. His hands reach up to cup your face as he kisses you desperately.

“I need this,” he whispers in between kisses, as he quickly reaches down and pulls your shirt over your head. “I need you, babe.”

This time, you turn the tables and push him against the wall. Your hands reach down to the hem of his shirt, ripping it off in one swift motion. His hands wrap around the small of your back as he pulls you against him, his mouth dominating yours as his tongue teases the roof of your mouth. You moan and press your hips against his.

“The shower,” Bellamy moves his mouth down your neck, unclasping your bra in the process. “Let’s continue there,” he whispers and slides down so that he’s on his knees. He smirks softly up at you as he places a gentle kiss against your clothed opening.

“Fuck, Bell,” you whisper breathlessly and your fingers tangle themselves in his hair. “What happened to continuing in the bathroom?”

“From what I recall, you don’t shower with your clothes on,” he chuckles and whisper against the waistline of your pants. He kisses your bare waist as his hands slowly remove your pants. He eyes your lacy panties and he looks up at you with a raised brow.

“It makes me feel good,” you shrug and blush. Bellamy kisses the inside of your thighs almost apologetically.

“We’ll do this more often,” he whisper and bites your hip. “I promise,” and with that, you hear your panties being ripped off of you. You gasp as you feel the cold air hitting you.

“Fuck,” you whisper and clench your legs together. “Your turn, please,” you begin to lean down but Bellamy shakes his head.

“I don’t think I’ll be able to contain myself if I let you strip me,” he smirks and you blush as he swiftly removes his own pants and boxers, his erection springing up and causing your core to throb almost immediately afterwards.

You grab his hand and quickly lead him into the bathroom, smirking as you notice your favorite scented candles lit all over the shelves and sills.

“You totally planned this,” you chuckle and elbow Bellamy in the chest.

“As I said before,” he wraps his arms around you from behind, his hot breath fanning over the side of your neck. “I need you.”

You moan loudly, his erection pressed against your lower back as you two make your way to the shower. Once inside, he presses you against the wall, his knee placed between your legs. He reaches down and turns on the shower, the warm water cascading over his back as he towers over you. He leans down and gently presses his lips against yours, his knee teasing your core as he does so.

“Bellamy,” you whisper breathlessly as you feel his smirk against your lips. “Please don’t tease,” your hands land on his shoulders as his head dips into the crook of your neck. He nips and sucks his way down to the base of your throat. You squirm underneath him, teasingly grinding your hips against his. Bellamy moans as his hand reaches down to rub your slit.

“You feel so good,” Bellamy moans against your chest as your nails dig into his shoulders. His fingers rapidly move up and down your slit, his erection growing with every moan that spills out of your mouth.

“Bell, please!” You groan loudly, desperate to feel him inside you. “I need to feel your throbbing cock inside me, please,” your nails rake down his shoulders, knowing how your words would affect him.

“I hope you’re ready, babe,” his lips trail back up to your ear, his teeth tugging your earlobe as he rams himself into you with no warning. He groans and slowly removes himself from you before thrusting into you repeatedly.

“FUCK!” You let out a string of curses, Bellamy’s name coming up in the mix.

He groans your name repeatedly, his hand slithers down between the two of you and rubs your swollen clit as he mercilessly rams in and out you. Your nails leave long trails up and down his back as you feel him twitch inside you.

“Bellamy I’m close,” you whimper and his hand quickens its pace against your clit.

“Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my cock,” he moans and you let out mewled curses, his words bringing you even closer to the edge.

Your walls tighten around his length and you cum all over him, shuddering as he continues to ram into you. After a few more thrusts, you hear him scream as he pulls out.

You quickly move a hand down his side and wrap it around his throbbing length, your eyes never leaving his. You quickly move your hand over his, pumping his length as he growls your name. He leans forward, using you as a crutch. Your hand grows sloppier and faster by the second as he continues to throb against you.

“FUCK!” His lips find yours and he screams into your mouth as he releases in your hand and across your stomach. “Fuck,” he groans against your lips, his mouth still desperately moving against yours.

He leans into you, his hands roaming your body as you breathe heavily against him. You move your hand up his back and rest them against the back of his neck, pulling his head forward so you can kiss him. He smiles as he kisses you, his hands finally resting against your hips. He continues pecking your lips for a few moments more before pulling himself back.

“Come here,” Bellamy reaches his hand out and you smile at him, taking your hand in his as he pulls you up. “Let’s get cleaned up before your class starts.”

“Okay, captain,” you stand in front of him as he reaches around you to grab the soap. “I’m so happy I have you.”

“Trust me, I understand baby,” he kisses you gently as his hands begin rubbing your shoulders.

You sigh and relax under his touch, falling more and more hopelessly in love with your best friend Bellamy Blake.

so my friend @morlipie sent me a drawing of her ridiculously gorgeous miqo S’hanti a lil while back and she showed up in my sketches today~

5 Songs We Can't Stop Listening To w/ Jenny Lee of Warpaint
Radio Milwaukee

Every week we start the week by asking one artist that we love to tell us about a song that they love. Warpaint is a band from Los Angeles, California. They have three founding members, one of which is Jenny Lee Lindberg, who is here with me today. They have a new album called “Heads Up,” were playing the song “So Good.”

  • 01. Tears for Fears - “Pale Shelter”

Justin Barney: Jenny, what is one song you can’t stop listening to? 

Jenny Lee Lindberg: Um, Tears for Fears, “Pale Shelter.” So, I feel that that’s a song that I’ve loved since I was a child. And it still feels like the first time listening to it whenever I listen to it. 

Justin: What’s your relationship with Tears for Fears? Why do you identify with them? 

Jenny: Why do I identify with them? I think that they’re really, I don’t want to say “weird” because that sounds negative, but, I feel that they have a very eclectic sound, yet it sounds very much like themselves. And they are pretty original. 

Justin: And then why this song? Why does this stand out?

Jenny: It’s funky. It’s kind of disco-y at times but then it’s also melancholy. And I like that combination. I think it’s really great when you can do that. You can have maybe a happy song but the lyrics are sad. I really like the dichotomy of the emotions.

  • 02. LCD Soundsystem - “Oh Baby”
  • 03. Morly - “Sleeping In My Own Bed”
  • 04. Sports - “Making It Right”
  • 05. Dent May feat. Frankie Cosmos - “Across The Multiverse”
My emoji vocabulary is pretty limited to, like the smiling poop and the rainbow and a unicorn or something. So if I have to pick between those three, maybe a rainbow? I’m hoping that there’s some gold at the end of it for them.
—  Bob Morly in his IGN Interview in answer to the following: “The 100 is a dark, serious show, so let’s end on a silly note. If you could describe the rest of Season 4 in emojis, which would you choose?”

a mix for runaway teens (listen here) 

meet me on the equinox - death cab for cutie // flawless - the nbhd // work song - hozier // drive - JUDE. // robbers - the 1975 // maelstrom - morly // mad sounds - arctic monkeys // going home - asgeir // 12 - the 1975 

Time Is Running out but We Are Running Free

It starts because of a show about space pirates and mojitos. And everyone loves an off-screen romance between co-stars.

Or: Bellarke co-stars fake dating AU.

For @alrightprincess as a part of Bellarke Spring Fling exhange.

A huge thank you to @tempestaurora for beta-ing!

Also on AO3

no1princessclarkefan: @princesscgriffin OMG is it true ur dating bellamy blake?

(1) new text message from Anya Woods: Do NOT do anything about the rumors. See you on the set.


Clarke Griffin is not a morning person. In fact, most of the mornings, she’s not even a person. More like a zombie incapable of human speech patterns, just groaning and growling.

That’s probably why the first thing she does after another ping sounds is slam her fist on the night table, regretting everything there ever was to regret in her life. Her hangover is the worst and the constant pinging isn’t helping at all.

When she bats her eyelids open and resists the urge to close them again because people like her were not made for the early morning light – she enters the passcode, only to be met with at least fifty tweets and ten text messages, all interested in finding out one thing.

Is she, Clarke Griffin, dating her co-star, Bellamy Blake?

“What the fuck.”

Even her voice is unnaturally loud for this time of day and she flinches automatically, bringing her phone under the covers to scroll through her twitter feed. It seems like Bellamy’s been getting same questions but Clarke has no idea why anyone would even think something so ridiculous.

Sure, Bellamy is pretty awesome, as far as actors go – he’s not an asshole who disrespects the rest of his cast and the crew, she has fun working with him and they do hang out in their trailers between takes, but.

She’s not dating him. No, that’s a whole another world.

So the first thing she does when she realizes the epic proportion of this is call him, swearing under her breath until she hears a groan, presumably Bellamy’s.

“Have you seen your phone?”

She imagines him blinking, messy hair and shit. The regular Bellamy, the same way he is every time they get preposterously drunk in the Dropship after a long day.

“I think I am holding my phone?”

“People think we’re dating, Bellamy!” she shout-whispers, unsure as to why. It’s not like the paparazzi have mics in her apartment.

This startles a snort out of him and she hears something falling on the other side of the line. “Are we? I mean, I’m pretty sure I’d remember, but.”

“Asshole. No, we aren’t. Anya doesn’t want me to do anything about the rumors yet.”

“So don’t. We can be vague about it.”

“Vagueing on twitter?” She rolls her eyes, running a hand through her hair. “How unlike you, Blake.”

A moment of silence and then she hears him sigh, one of those long-suffering sighs he’s probably spent years trying to perfect.

“Wanna carpool to the set? Present a united front?”

“Fuck yes.”

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