#bellblake

the sun is gonna shine above

Her hands are sweating, her heart is pounding and she thinks that she might throw up.

Actually scratch that, she knows that she’s going to throw up. That’s the thing with pregnancy, you see. A baby on the way and morning sickness usually go hand in hand.

But right now, she’s not feeling the same thing she’s been feeling every morning like clockwork. Right now she’s feeling nervous, pure panic stricken nervousness. Because the one person that needs to know that she’s pregnant doesn’t know yet.

And she’s about to break the news.

*** Two years ago the world almost ended.

But it didn’t and so life went on.

Arkadia flourished until it was a thriving community. Everyone worked together and did their part and soon things calmed down, couples paired off and life truly began.

A year ago Bellamy told her that he loved her, was in love with her, and that he had been for some time. She was shocked but only to a degree because there was always a part of her that loved him too. Even when her heart belonged to someone else, Bellamy was always there in the back of her mind.

They built a little house and started planning a future together.

Her mom and Kane were married and then Monty and Harper. Miller and Brian followed closely by Murphy and Emori. One by one their friends and family paired off, starting families of their own. Clarke and Bellamy never discussed marriage and were happy and content with the way their life was headed.

But now, Clarke has a secret. One that only her mother knows besides her.

She’s pregnant.

Two years ago all the women were given the option to remove their birth control implant. Clarke decided to remove it, given that someday she wanted a baby and it made more sense to just do it when everyone else was.

There have since been many babies born on Earth. Monty and Harper even had twins, a little boy and girl that are toddling all over the place. Clarke watches them now as she sits with her thumb absently moving across her abdomen, four little feet running full blast towards their mother. She watches as a brilliant smile crosses Harper’s face, her whole face lighting up at the sight of her children.

Clarke wants that. So badly.

She just hopes that Bellamy does too.

According to her mother, and her symptoms, she’s about nine weeks along. Her mother cried when she told Clarke that the baby was about the size of a grape and would grow even more in the next week.

A grape.

The idea is so foreign to her, that there is this tiny growing human inside of her. Part of her and part of Bellamy. The thought alone makes her want to burst into tears.

Then again, so does everything else these days.

It’s been three days since she found out and she still hasn’t told Bellamy. The guilt is gnawing at her like an animal inside of her heart just trying to get out. He needs to know, he’d want to know. She just doesn’t know how to tell him.

That night, when they are lying next to each other in the dark and he sighs peacefully with a hand on her stomach, she bursts into tears.

“Clarke?”

Bellamy sits up straight in bed, his hair and eyes wild as he takes in her hysterical form. She’s breathing heavily and knows that these types of stressful actions can be bad for the baby so she forces herself to calm down. Deep breaths, in and out. In and out. Until she’s still crying but at least breathing normally.

“I need to tell you something,” she says slowly and her watery eyes find his worried ones. “I’m…”

“Pregnant,” he says with a chuckle. “I know.”

Her heart might have just stopped.

“What? How did you…Did my mom tell you?”

Bellamy tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Baby, I’m not stupid. You haven’t been able to keep anything down. You’ve been moody, no offense, and don’t think I haven’t noticed that your boobs are remarkably bigger than they were a few weeks ago.”

Clarke punches him lightly in the arm and he laughs before moving her so she’s across his legs.

“I was afraid to tell you,” she admits when his face is nuzzled in her neck.

“Why?”

The question is so simple but she doesn’t have an answer.

“I don’t know,” she says. “I should have known you’d have already figured it out.”

Bellamy grins when he runs his knuckles down her side before putting a big, tan hand across her entire abdomen.

“Baby, I am so happy. This,” he runs his hand in a circle on her stomach. “Would never make me mad or scared or upset. I am so happy.” He repeats the words one more time against her lips and she melts into his kiss.

Later on, when they are breathless and wrapped up in each other, he rests a hand on her tummy and whispers in her ear how much he loves her.

Relationship: Theo Raeken x Reader.

Request: N/A.

Warnings: mkay I think we’ve established that I’m bad at writing both smut and the warnings lmao.

Dirty talk, ass grabbing, fingering, Dom!Theo, kinda public? Idk.

Rating: 18+ NSFW

Word count: 1,702

Part 2

A growl escaped your lips as your stare burned into him from across the room. The pack had needed a place to talk about the most recent supernatural phenomenon threatening beacon hills, the Dread Doctors, so you simply offered your house for the pack to meet in. However you were unaware that due to a new member as of that afternoon, ‘the pack’ now included Theo Raeken.

He had been in your 4th grade class along with you lifelong friend Stiles and Scott, your alpha as of a few months ago. The second Theo arrived back in beacon hills; he had the rest of the pack around his little finger, believing every word he said; not you and Stiles.  You were smarter than that and knew in your heart something was wrong with this kid and Stiles agreed.

“I talked to my dad,” Stiles had said “He said that if he truly isn’t who he says he is, give him some time and he’ll slip up. We just need to wait.” So, wait you did.

One thing to go on the record about Theo Raeken was that he seemed to find a sense of content in pushing your buttons, and pushing them he did. Whether it was something he said or his actions, he found a way to irritate you and being fairly new to your transition regardless of how confident you were in being able to control the change at this point; there was only so much you could take.

Once the pack had arrived and you had been filled in with the new pack addition the topic of interest quickly changed to the Dread Doctors. For the duration of the time that you all sat there trying to think of what the pack could do Theo had seemed to spend the entirety of the time finding ways to drive you crazy. You all took a break once stiles came up with the idea of ordering pizza, and once it arrived you jumped at the opportunity to sit across the room, as far away from Theo as possible.

Starting to seem like he was never going to stop, you glared at Theo, resulting in a wink that caused you to growl, furthermore irritated by the loss of control.

“Something wrong, Princess?” Theo asked, sounding innocent enough with a smirk planted on his lips. You growled again, this time lower yet louder and much more menacing. Your now florescent yellow eyes burned into him as you felt fangs starting to grow and claws replacing your short, maintained nails. Dozens of eyes now on you as multiple misheard voices tried to ask you if you were ok or telling you to calm down but right now all you cared about was charging across the room and ripping Theo’s vocal chords out with your teeth. You hadn’t even heard Scott take Liam’s place next to you.

“Y/N, come help me in the kitchen. I-I need to, um; I’m going to go fill everyone’s glasses.” Scott spoke, thinking of anything he could to convince you to get out of this room and avoid any kind of confrontation.

“Do it yourself.” You snapped, not even glancing at him.

Scott sighed, kneeling down, balancing his weight on the tip of his toes resting a hand on your knee. “Y/N. Look at me.” He demanded. You broke your glare away from Theo.

“I do love a girl that can take commands, nice and… submissive” Theo chuckled; you could almost hear the smirk in his voice.

“It’s not worth it.” Scott said his voice now softer.

You simply nod and stand up, completely transitioning back to your normal self. Scott was right it wasn’t worth getting angry over. He wasn’t worth getting angry over, and there was no way you were going to give him the reaction he wanted.  “Drinks?” You ask around the room as Scott helps you collect up glass (and in Stiles case, since he had a habit of dropping and smashing them, he got a plastic) cups, until you landed at Theo. He held out his mug and instead you walked right past him, into the kitchen with Scott.

“You ok now, Y/N? Have you calmed down?” He asked, looking genuinely concerned.

“Yeah, it was stupid. I let him get to me.” You nod before telling him to go back to the pack and that you’d bring the drinks in yourself. Scott smiled sweetly at you and walked back to the living room. You walked to the refrigerator, pulling out the different bottled drinks and pouring them in, boiling the kettle making a coffee for yourself and Stiles.

“Another coffee would be nice, Baby girl” You recognised the voice, and it certainly wasn’t Scott.

“Theo, could you stop with the fucking nicknames.” You snarled.

“Struck a nerve, have I?” He chuckled, shooting you another wink. You turned back to the kettle with a sigh, only to feel his body press against your back. “Or are you just mad now that you realise how much you like it? How much you like me being around, as close as I am now. You think I don’t see the way you look at me, baby girl?”

“Don’t kid yourself, asshole.” You snapped, though you couldn’t really deny it. It didn’t take much to realise that he was good looking, and as much as his attitude annoyed you there was something about it that attracted you to him, though you would never admit it.

“It’s cute that you still think you can lie to me, Y/N” He laughs shaking his head, his hot breath on your neck sending a shiver through your body. He smiled as you move your head to the side trying to avoid any means of eye contact with him, his lips moving to just below your ear, his voice a whisper. “But you should know something about me baby girl.” His hand sliding up your bare thigh and under the skirt you now regret wearing, feeling yourself getting wetter. “I don’t appreciate being lied to.”

His lips attached at a sweet spot underneath your ear and you struggle to stifle a moan.

“T-Theo…” You whisper. “We can’t-” You cut your own voice off with another moan, this a little louder than the last, as Theo sucked harshly on your neck. His hands gripped onto your hips as he spun you around to face him and lifted you so you sat on the counter, Theo stood in-between your separated legs.

“Baby girl, if you want me to stop just say the word. If not, you’re going to have to quieten down.” He was right, you had completely forgotten about the rest of the pack who were in the next room. “You’ve been teasing me all day in… this.” He referenced your skirt; you bit your lip and looked down. Never had you been this turned on.

“Don’t like a little noise Raeken?” You ask teasing him a little.

He chuckled, shaking his head at her. “Oh, baby girl, you really don’t understand. I could make you scream.” His words made you blush slightly, maybe because you weren’t used to dirty talk or maybe because you knew it was true.

His lips roughly attached to your neck, moving up toward your jaw, as his hand reaching inside your underwear. “You’re so wet princess.” He muttered before his finger traced figure eights over your clit. You buried your head in Theo’s neck, breathing heavily in an attempt to stop any audible moans. “No,” Theo protested, his hand moving from your underwear. You pulled your head back confused. “I want you to look at me ok?”

He bowed his head again, and instead of on your neck his lips unexpectedly met yours. His hand slipped back under your pleated skirt and into your underwear and instead going back to your clit, it slipped to your entrance and pushed two fingers inside of you his other hand on your jaw as you kissed. You opened your mouth, both shocked and aroused, which was enough for him to slip his tongue in your mouth, gaining dominance straight away. His lips were softer than expected. One of your hands gripped to the work top the other in Theo’s hair, tugging on it. He moaned slightly, his lips curling to a smile as his fingers worked at your core, pumping in and out quickly when all of a sudden his fingers curled inside of you. His fingers continued to work on your core as you feel yourself getting close.

“T-Theo, I’m going to- I’m gonna-”

“Come for me, baby girl” His breath tickling your ear, biting down on your neck again. It only took a few seconds for you to release, your climax hitting and releasing on Theo’s hand, breathing uneven and a satisfied smile on your face.

“Happy, baby girl?” A smile on his face as he watched you gain your breath back, licking his fingers clean.

You nod, “Very.” You confirmed between breaths.

His lips met yours again, this time much more… passionate. His hands moved to your back, pulling you off of the counter top. You wrapped your own around his neck, your body curving, pressing against him. Theo’s hands shift and rest at your ass, a smile at his lips. After a few minutes he pulled away, pecking you on the lips once more and winking at you, grabbing your ass before he moved to the counter where the drinks sat.

He grabbed one of the glasses you had forgotten about and handed it to you, taking one in each hand himself, puzzling you. As if on cue Lydia popped her head around the door.

“What’s taking you guys so long? I’m thirsty.” She pouted.

“Y/N here takes the piss. What kind of girl can’t make a decent coffee?” He glanced round at you, shooting you a wink that Lydia couldn’t see.

i love her with both doc and dolls haha :)