#😳 oh to be Lexa

[lexa-griffins]

Mirror sex so Lexa is forced to watch herself being split open and spread as she takes Clarke's knot 🥵

Staring at herself fully nude, her tan skin now adorned with bites and purple bruises as she trembles with something between fear and excitement.

Sitting on Clarke's lap, legs secured opened by Clarke's arms, the sharp nail of hands digging into her thighs, certain to draw blood if she firms up her grasp.

Clarke's dick up and proud, covering her cunt for now as she relays to Lexa how it will feel inside of her, how good Lexa is gonna make her feel, how Clarke hopes she doesn't break such a pretty toy. Like this Lexa can see just how deep Clarke's dick can go, how the girth of it looks impossible to take, the knot at the base of it looking as delicious as it looks mortifying.

Lexa watches and she feels it. Clarke demands her not to close her eyes with a stern voice, immediately soothing the slight fear it brings out in Lexa with a kiss on her shoulder, sharp teeth dragging on it.

It is as big as it looks, as difficult as it looks, as delicious as it looks. Far too much all at once and Lexa feels like she might die faster if Clarke doesn't bury herself inside than is she does. Looking at herself taking it, watching Clarke's cock disappear inside of her cunt inch by inch feels impossible, a magic trick or an illusion of some sort. It should not be humanely possible and yet she sees herself being split open and god if she doesn't feel it too.

The knot stops Clarke's movements, tongue licking behind Lexa's earlobe to sooth any pain, whispered moans into her ear that make Lexa clutch around her dick and in return make Clarke moan louder and heavier, letting Lexa know just how good she's doing.

"It might hurt." Clarke warns. Not as a question if Lexa wsnts to stop, a simple warning so Lexa is aware.

"Break me for all I care." Lexa manages to let out, hoarse and with a hint of sass, making Clarke chuckle and kiss her jaw, leaving a bite in her wake.

It enter her all at once and Lexa's eyes open wide at the vision in the mirror of it entering her so quickly, locking them in place. She’s not sure how many times between the time Clarke's tip entered her and now she has cum but this is the first one that makes her legs fight against Clarke's hands, wanting to close herself up and make sure Clarke never leaves.

She manages to do so, a scratch that bleeds immediate on her tight as she forces her leg away from Clarke's claws. A growl in her ear as her fearing for a severe punishment, but Clarke does nothing more than kiss her and lock her arm underneath Lexa's knees, legs forced up. In the mirror, Lexa can now see just Clarke's knot looked inside of her.

"Hold on tight pet, I'm not going anywhere."

[butmakeitgayblog]

It's not talked about a lot in the fandom but I love how high pitched Lexa's voice is. I know Alycia tried her damned hardest to make it low and intimidating but damn that's the best it can do 😳 she looked hot af as Big Bad HedaTM but the moment she spoke on screen with her unmistakable "oh yeah that's Alycia" voice......... I was a GONER. Like the video of "not everyone, not you" you just posted?? Like somehow I never remember exactly how feminine she sounds when I'm reading fanfics 😂

Because Alycia quite literally was the perfect little delicate bean to play that role 😩

Not to get off subject but like, that's part of why I'd never want a spinoff. No one can play this character but Alycia. No one.

Because I feel like Alycia understood the assignment. In a way a lot of other actors probably wouldn't have, imo. She didn't strain to be something she wasn't or try to add a bunch of vibrato and bass to her voice, because that wasn't the kind of person Lexa was. She could do it to a degree, we see it in the scene when they believe Gus has been poisoned and she commands "No Skaiperson leaves this room!" But even then, filled with anger and fear of losing a confidant and father figure in her life... she still sounds like a young woman who is also just a pissed off leader. Alycia didn't strain to make it gravelier or darker. Because her power in that character doesn't come from false pretenses. She doesn't overtly or heavy handedly try and masculinize herself to convey strength. While I don't think there's anything wrong with that approach by any means, it just isn't always necessary.

And I know there is an argument to be made about them feminizing her even further in s3 for various sexist reasons, I do. But I still appreciated the overall performance and portrayal for what it was because despite all of the show's flaws (which were numerous 😒), letting a powerful woman figure be thoughtlessly and unremarkably feminine while also being a bad bitch just isn't something we see a lot imo. Usually if they're feminine, they're shrinking violets who are just shy and dainty and reserved. Stronger figures tend to be more masculine. More solid. More rigid. Deeper voices. Less feelings.

Lexa, however, was really none of those things when you truly look at her, despite the fact that she was unquestionably a larger than life presence on screen. She beat the shit of men twice her size and stood toe-to-toe with her enemies, commanded armies and led 12 warring nations under her iron fist leadership, she lost everyone she ever cared about and had her heart broken more times than she could count and still she dared to let herself fall in love again. Lexa was strong and she was vulnerable, she was lethal and she loved deeply. She was timeless and just a young woman trying her best to be a leader. Lexa was so many things all at once, and I appreciate the fact that Alycia didn't really bog it down with trying to convey her as something she wasn't.

And she did it all with that sweet dainty voice and her post apocalypse contacts and also impeccable eyeliner 💅

[audi0med1c]

Kinktober - "Is It Over Now?" Clexa AU Edition

Wasn't sure if I wanted to do this but I've been slacking in my tumblr content so here's a spicy snippet from the recent 'Cruel Summer' chapters of "Is It Over Now?"

This isn’t super extreme or anything but lmk if we want more🤷🏼‍♀️ I may or may not have a bunch of images that I've accrued for these two that I can't even PUT into the story let alone write scenes to go along with them....(I do not like to write scenes that I’m not confident I can do well or believably)

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(***Beginning of June***)

Ugh imaging waking up next to her😭

GOOD MORNING TO YOU TOO 🥰

Took me a min. to realize there's someone else in that bed👀🫣 ^WAIT OMG!!😳🤭WHO IS THAT?!?! ^^Who the hell do you think?!🥹

The curly bedhead ahhhh🥰🫠

Oh she's not alone I see...🤨

That Should be meeeee😭😭

🧐**Squints at screen to see if I recognize those hands**

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When they were together, it was pretty automatic that they effectively pretended like the rest of the world didn't exist.  Not their jobs, not their friends, not anything else.  It was the perfect little bubble.

This bubble they had created together was cozy.

This bubble they had created was fun.

This bubble they had created really needed soundproof walls.

......

......

By early June, they'd found an easy rhythm. Sometimes it was just a couple hours in an otherwise busy Saturday afternoon.  Other times it was long Sunday nights that made it that much harder to get up for work on Monday morning. 

Neither pushed for weeknight meetups at first, seeing that Lexa's days were too inconsistent, and they both needed to at least TRY to catchup during the week on all the sleep they were losing over the weekends.

All of Lexa's brand events became their de-facto roleplaying nights. It was a well-oiled machine, Lexa working out secret ways to get Clarke into the venue, bypassing the main entrance with all the photographers.  Murphy didn't turn any heads so him walking around with two women on his arm wasn't anything that drew attention.  Only one time so far had Clarke been very publicly pointed out amongst the guests and it made it into headlines that she was under the same roof as Lexa. 

As expected, it subjected her to grilling by Raven the next time the three girls hung out at Raven's mansion, begging for any and all tea of what happened when she ran into Lexa, or HOW this even happened without her being told about it as it was fucking happening.

'We didn't even speak, it wasn't a big deal - you know how people are, need something to sell.'

Luckily though, that event happened to be for a fashion brand and it was easy enough to throw out the name of a colleague she knew through her gallery that had invited Clarke along to do some networking.

Lexa loved when Clarke would test boundaries, always making sure she kept herself more in-check out of the two, being the one that all the cameras and attention were usually on. 

But when Clarke was so bold as to not-so-accidentally bump into her while she chatted with one of the Executive Creative Directors for HULU and a top producer who had just obtained the rights for a new miniseries, the blonde's pretend annoyance was all too believable when she spit a snarky remark at Lexa that made for quite the entertaining soundbite for gossip sites the next day.

The bump was a signal, because not long after, Lexa hadn't noticed Clarke in the crowd for too long of a timeframe to make sense, and went checking the halls of the hotel venue for her.

Having wandered a good ways away from the ballroom on the main floor of the hotel, she heard the tiny squeak of a door opening after just passing by it, before her arm was roughly yanked and she found herself pulled into some random utility closet. 

There wasn't any room for question before Lexa's hands were greedily grabbing at Clarke's waist in her tight, forest-green dress.

She was instantly whimpering and seeking Clarke's neck with her mouth.

"Well aren't you needy tonight." Clarke chuckles, letting Lexa suck at her pulse point just enough to get her worked up while she began bunching up the front of the actress' floor-length dress.

"Permission to misbehave now?" The blonde cooed, her fingers now grazing along an inner thigh.

Lexa didn't realize or care what she was agreeing to when she nodded her head into Clarke's neck, because who was she to protest when Clarke's head dropped down and disappeared under her long, flowy black dress? Her underwear was pulled to the side before the blonde drove her tongue up into her throbbing heat, and Lexa clung to the shelves behind her as Clarke worked efficiently to throw her quickly over the edge.

"Now get back out there." Clarke ordered with a smile when she stood back up, wiping her chin.

Lexa only pouted, her bottom lip puckered out adorably, "I wanna stay in hereeee."

"And I wanna drink more champagne while watching you walk around all adorable like this..."  She stroked the bottom half of Lexa's hair, which was half-up just like it was at Anya's dinner, and a black ribbon tied into it, "...while thinking of all the things I'm gonna do to you later..."

The blonde sent her off with a smoldering kiss, following behind her briefly down the hallway, as Lexa threw playful looks over her shoulder.  Clarke then hung back to let the actress re-enter the party well before she emerged from the same doorway. 

The rest of the night dragged, for one of them at least, as Lexa strained to focus on any conversation at all when she kept catching Clarke's unflinching gaze on her anytime she looked.

She agreed to several meetings that she could not have told you what they were even about, as the phantom sensation of Clarke's tongue between her legs just made the ache (and growing wetness) worsen. So many people tried coming up to her and she just did not have it in her to converse much more than initial pleasantries at all.

It was nearing 11pm when she finally messaged Marcus to pull around to the front. 

"Picking up any other passengers?" He asked casually as he pulled away from the curb.

Lexa's smile was all the response needed for him to turn the first corner, just out of sight of the pod of paparazzi, and pull back over to park and wait.

That night Clarke wasted no time in making good on her intentions to 'misbehave', starting when she took her sweet time fucking Lexa excruciatingly slow with one of their straps whilst keeping the brunette's hands pinned up over her head. 

Lexa mewled and tried to meet each motion faster as Clarke rocked her hips in smooth, steady rhythm, thrusting deep every time as she took each of the actress' breasts entirely into her mouth one after the other, sucking, mouthing at them and swirling her tongue equally as slow, in rhythm with her hips, giving the occasional tug with her teeth just to hear a quick hiss mixed in with the chorus of pleasure sounds.

"Fuuuuuckkkk you feel so good baby." Lexa moaned as she descended into an abyss of euphoria, giving herself over to Clarke's control when the blonde released the grip on her hands so she could grope and palm at the body pinned under her, beginning to really work Lexa up.

Until the intensity of Clarke's ensuing kisses had her needing her release.

"More...please....more Clarke...." Lexa squirmed and writhed under the blonde's relentless touch.

Clarke sat herself back up, and applied just the right amount of pressure with her thumb, rubbing tighter and tighter circles over her clit. With her other hand she pressed down slightly on Lexa's lower stomach, feeling the bulge of the toy moving inside underneath as she thrusted just a little bit faster with her hips, Lexa loudly groaning in pleasure with each thrust in, her breathing growing ragged an shallow as the pace quickened until finally she shuddered and jerked hard, squealing as she went over the edge.

Soft hands resumed lightly brushing over the lines of Lexa's flexed abdomen muscles, watching the girl come down from her high like a lioness still on the hunt.

"So good for me baby..."  Clarke praised, giving Lexa another moment as she leaned down to her, her lip caressing along her collarbone, to the base of her neck, and then dragging up the side to her ear.

"My pretty girl....now flip over for me."

The command simultaneously sent a chill down her spine and flutters up her chest. She must have stayed still for too long because Clarke took it upon herself to flip the actress onto her stomach, slotting her fingers back through Lexa's and curling them over the backs of her hands to hold them both up at the top of the pillows. Clarke grinded several times against the girl's butt with the toy, sinking her teeth into the ridge of Lexa's shoulder.  

"That first one was for you to enjoy..." Clarke murmured as she tugged at Lexa's ear with her teeth, "The rest... are for me to enjoy." 

She lined up the toy and buried herself to the hilt, dropping all her weight on top of her ex underneath, enjoying every broken moan spilling out as she lifted Lexa's hips for a better angle and proceeded to pound into her at a brutal pace.

As ironic as it sounds, these were the easiest nights. The ones that burned hot and intense, too much to allow room for any over-thinking, any reminiscing, or anything other than giving themselves over to their most basic, primitive impulses.  

It's exactly why several hours later Lexa had scratch marks down her back, a growing red patch of skin on her left butt cheek, and not one rational thought rolling around her mind as she's manhandled...flipped and folded and thrown about the king sized bed with more force and aggression than the blonde ever seemed comfortable exerting while they were together.

And Lexa couldn't get enough of it. 

Maybe because there hadn't been any real sense of danger behind any of it before, when they were a couple. But now, being just two people sneaking around, with no outright commitment to each other, everything felt much more....raw.

Their little games and power-plays back when they were actually together were plenty fun, plenty intense back then (for what they were used to), but Clarke used to be much more afraid to toe the lines of Lexa's limits, to choke just a little too hard, to slap one time too many.

Back when they were a couple, Clarke sometimes pulled out of the moment entirely due to guilt if she worried she had done something wrong, gone too far. It took a while for her to learn that Lexa's pleading and begging for respite only to still be denied was in fact part of the exhilaration for her, and eventually came to be for Clarke as well.

Despite all their conversations over the years about their established consent, their limits and variations of different desires, there was just something EXTRA behind it all now, some extra miniscule synapse firing between the pain and pleasure of it all now that they had so much experience with very REAL feelings of animosity and annoyance and frustration with each other.

Lexa sensed the tiny bits of Clarke's bitterness at times when her ex quipped in comments and rhetorical questions about how all of this compared to Lexa's other girls, and despite the mixed emotions that sometimes brought with it, none of it came close to how thrilling it was, so the brunette was oddly thankful for it.

For now she welcomed whatever would fuel Clarke's hyper possessiveness.

Just like she welcomed being thrown onto her back again, and lied there - overstimulated and shaking - as Clarke unclipped the harness from her hips before reaching over to the nightstand to grab the next toy which didn't require one.

Clarke inserted the shorter, hooked bulb-end of the clear strapless dildo into herself before bracing over the top of Lexa on all fours, hungrier than ever. 

The brunette pouted out with weak breaths how badly she wanted to take care of Clarke already, pleading that she couldn't take anymore herself.

But Clarke had grown just as addicted to putting Lexa in this state as Lexa was to being in it. And since these formal events seemed to be the only time they could naturally settle into this sort of dynamic, no opportunities were getting wasted.

"Told you I was gonna fuck you 'til the only word in your vocabulary was please." Clarke husked roughly, her voice hoarse from dehydration.

It drove Lexa absolutely insane when Clarke talked to her like this.

Twitching underneath, Lexa begged with labored breaths, her chest heaving, "Please.... baby..."

"You want me to stop?" Clarke teased, both of them knowing that wasn't happening.

Lexa's head only pressed further back deeper into the mattress, clenching the sheets, overcome by her senses and unable to take much more.

"That's too bad..." Clarke leaned down to sharply rake her teeth along the length of Lexa's neck, "I love seeing your body ache because of me."

She then thrusted herself deep inside the brunette again with the new toy, filling and stretching her. A helpless whine tumbled out Lexa's parted lips, as a gratifying moan puffed out of Clarke's from the simultaneous pressure pushing back inside her with the dual-sided toy.

"You're mine to play with until I say I'm done with you."

It was a sight to see in the soft glow of their old bedroom - Lexa this much of a mess by her doing.

Every explicit, dirty sound encouraging Clarke to keep up her pace, Lexa's back arching off the mattress as she fell apart writhing in pleasure underneath her, eyes rolling so far back in her head with each additional orgasm the blonde drew out of her.

She slammed her hips flush into Lexa's over, and over, now taking her own pleasure from it all with the new toy also inside herself.

Lexa weakly tried to hold on, hooking her legs around Clarke's lower back to brace the girl on top even harder against herself despite her pleas that she couldn't take anymore... until Clarke in turn gripped the actress' hips to pull her in roughly to meet each thrust.

"One more." Panted the blonde, beads of sweat streaking down her spine, "Gimme one more."

Once she was close, the blonde leaned forward, dangling one of her breasts over Lexa's lips which instinctively opened to envelope the hardened nipple brushing across her lips...sucking, licking at it while Clarke continued rutting her clit against Lexa's pelvis, the toy moving inside both of them.

In one swift move, the blonde separated their hips enough to pull the toy out from both of them to toss aside, drawing a long uunmpf from the girl underneath from the now empty feeling inside her. Then she hooked behind Lexa's neck with surprising strength, pulling her up to a more seated position.

Lexa continued working Clarke's chest with her mouth, humming her own pleasure still as Clarke adjusted the position of their legs to open her hips and quicken her pace rocking and grinding against Lexa's center.

The wetness provided plenty of lubrication as their clits rubbed against each other's, and before long she was leaned back for an even better angle, both of their heads dropping behind them, barely bracing herself up with her arms until the built-up tingling sensation came like a tidal wave, and the knot twisting itself in Clarke's lower stomach finally released as she grabbed to pull Lexa up against her, clamping around her ex's head and moaned into the brown hair all while rocking her hips a few more times through the aftershocks.

"Perfect. You w're so perfect for me." She praised as she held onto Lexa, stroking along her scalp. The sweat and heat from their bodies was far too much to stay like while they regained their bearings, and they fell away from each other, arms sprawled out at their sides.

"Let me clean you up." Clarke said once she peeled herself off the bed to fetch a cool, wet towel from the bathroom.

"You don't have to." Lexa weakly called after her, trying to insist she could jump in the shower but her voice began to falter, and the blonde was already back out with two towels in hand.

"No" Came Clarke's low voice, "I want to. Let me do it, please."

Lexa didn't protest further as the blonde proceeded to gently wipe down her entire front with the wet towel, cleaning her sweaty skin already beginning to show small bruises in the expected places. There were only a few petulant grunts as Clarke rolled her onto her stomach to wipe down her back and shoulders, over her butt which still showed a few prominent hand marks, all before drying her with the second towel and placing that one over the large wet spot on that side of the bed.

Despite the obvious enjoyment of their rambunctious bedroom activity over recent weeks, this was what she relished most of all. This, the soft devotion of those same hands to sooth over her after leaving their evidence of renewed passion.

No matter how intense of a night they have, no matter how deep into their respective roles they sink, without fail or fault, the nights always ended with tender kisses, whispered praises, and the safety of knowing she wouldn't wake up alone.

For now, it seemed like the only bit of trust they had truly gotten back.

[bottom-lexa]

STACY'S MOM MILF!LEXA TRANS CLARKE AU?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!!??!?!?!?!!?

🎶 Stacy’s mom has got it going on 🎶

Listen. I think the probability of me writing a fic where Clarke isn’t trans is very low nowadays. All I had to do was write one and embrace how perfect of a character Clarke is to be written trans.

Clarke has a bad relationship with her mom (who is older than Lexa because she was a good bit older when she had Clarke) and it’s only gotten worse since her dad died. So Clarke was planning on spending thanksgiving (and later Xmas) alone because she can’t stand the thought of going home. And her friend is like “yeah fuck that you’re coming with me. It’s just me and my mom at home so it’ll be fine”.

And Lexa knew her kid was coming back with a friend but then Clarke shows up and she’s a little 😳🥵 when she sees her (yes in small because she’s being subtle). And Clarke is like “oh no shes so hot what do I do??” And oh lexa is also so sweet? She’s so sad that Clarke isn’t with family over the holidays and wants her to feel at home. And she’s just so nice and caring and!!! And uh oh there’s feelings now and Clarke is this 🤏 close to jumping her right this moment (and lexa will probably let her). But it’s not just the age difference but the fact that Clarke is her kid’s friend.

They have this massive house. And there’s a couple of times Lexa has caught Clarke walking around in her boxers coz she didn’t think anyone was home. And because lexa didn’t know anyone was home either. Same with Clarke seeing Lexa in just a towel like oh 🥵.

And maybe a little moment when Clarke thought she was alone and talking with her mom on the phone which leads to a fight and her yelling and screaming and crying. But lexa comes home and catches the end of it. Then goes in to check on Clarke.

[sweetcinnamonrolls]

Tempest: 😳?! *Turning her head around and saw Diana, Swirl, Diaspora, Cordey and Lexa and Zizi (Zips) as she is giving a annoying looks on her face.* Oh it’s you guys....😑 Titania: She is helping me with baked goods, Diana.

Diana: what?! You called me here to taste test HER dishes?!

Titania: Yep.

[lexa-griffins]

That headcanon of Lexa having horrible eyesight while Clarke ate her out cracked me up 🤣 it gave me some ideas that Lexa knew Clarke was big with her blurry vision but she didn't realize just how big she was until she got close enough where she could see clearly

🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Clarke going to Lexa's bedroom when she doesn't have her contacts on so as they get naked Lexa can't really tell just how big Clarke is, she can see it but its skin against skin, the colors morph and she can't fully tell where dick ends and leg starts..... that should have been her hint but she's an emotional mess djznzkdj

And then Clarke gets inside and she just.... keeps going... and going... and going...

"Oh my spirits Klark, how much dick do you have?!"

"I looked at it!"

"I dont have contacts in, I thought it was your leg!"

"Well... there's your answer."

"Dont sound so cocky."

"Hard not to when you couldn't tell my dick from my leg."

[lexa-griffins]

I love the science of buff Clarke 😍 thank you for posting all of your previous art. My favorite is firefighter Clarke but only barely. And yes I would also set my house on fire if I knew she would be my rescuer and give me mouth to mouth

The most important of the sciences i believe 😳

Firefighter Clarke is something that can be.... so personal. So, so personal 😳 i could be out the door of a burning building, if I saw her coming in to save anyone still inside, I would run back in.... just don't tell her wife 🫢 dbdjdndkf oh to be rescued and given mouth to mouth by blonde daddy 🫠 the dream ✨️

[lexa-griffins]

I'm not opposed to sharing if the bed is big enough. You mentioned clexa are into threesomes...

I mean even if the bed is small 👀.... im gonna shut up 🤣

[butmakeitgayblog]

What kind of parents would elbow patches and her milf wife be towards their baby chonkster?

I mean... good parents? 😅 idk what you mean I'm sorry I'm obtuse sometimes

But like, also think of it. Clarke's done this before. She's been through the colicky phase and the teething. She's dealt with the terrible two's and all of the sort. She knows what's coming down the line and she's an old hand at this.

But Lexa never has 😳

She's learning on the job just like all new mothers do. Learning how to swaddle the baby and do burp time. Changing diapers and warming up bottles and stroking that little head of curls while the baby absolutely crashes out on her chest for post feeding naps. Clarke learning that Lexa doesn't light up just for her and teaching anymore, but rather seeing how she fukcin loses it over the baby every time she gets home and beelines right for the lil chunkster.

All the usual nervous mom stuff too. Emotional breakdowns over 3am fevers and having to talk her down from going in after lights-out to check that they're still breathing for the first couple of months (and catching her on the monitor doing it anyway 🥴) But also watching her kiss lil baby toes and pretend to nibble on lil baby fingies just because it makes those bright eyes open pop wide with a teeny bit of fear that she's being eaten but also wild peels of laughter. Seeing the way Lexa mimics all of the little yawns and those tiny laughs, even going so far as to pretend to cry right along with the baby because, "Oh, I feel your pain, little love, I do. I know, it's so awful. Momma's got you, I do."

Seeing Lexa, in her perfectly pressed tweed suits, barely bother to take off her work jacket before getting down on the ground for some tummy-time with the baby. Seeing her then read books, show them pictures of art, dance with the ball of chub in her arms to music. Seeing the care Lexa takes not only with their child, but with Madi, and how she always takes time to involve them in their sister's life. Taking the idea that both of Clarke's children are siblings and family very seriously. Seeing the care Lexa has in the little things of parenting, how she plays with them and corrects bad behavior and talks to their child from the beginning like it's a whole person with understanding and feelings that matter.

It's hilarious to watch her wife having a very serious conversation about biting with a 13 month old, but a lot more helpful when she can actually explain to a 4 year old mini-Lexa-in-training why hitting isn't allowed even when you're angry, and have them be able to sort of understand, but more importantly also be able to express their own frustration right back in ways that they both can work with.

So yeah. While every child is different and unique and a person all of their own, and raising each one is a wildly different experience, Clarke has been through this before. But it's really a lot more fun going through it again and watching Lexa grow into her own style of motherhood right along with her, ya know?

They're a team, basically. They learn and grow with each other into the kind of parents they want to be. In the end, Lexa ends up teaching her just as many things about being a parent the second time around as Clarke teaches her.

[butmakeitgayblog]

I’m not the other anon but re demon AU, lexa was hardly the dirty one. As a human, Clarke was far more willing to push the boundaries than sweet Lexa 😈 she was just game for whatever Clarke wanted to do.

Oh it absolutely was Clarke's doing 🥴 for all the shit Lexa talks - and she does talk a good game - the truth is that she was relatively innocent tbqh. She understood sex and in theory wanted to have A Lot of it with Clarke as soon as possible, but in all of her daydreaming and imagining, it was all... rather innocent? Having never been with anyone, she mostly pictured herself kissing Clarke. Running her hands over her neck and tasting the skin between her breasts. Wondered what her nipples would feel like against her palm; if they'd feel different than her own. She imagined a lot of running her hands up Clarke's thighs under those perfectly professional skirts. Had vague images of her head working between Clarke's legs. Idle thoughts of blonde curls turned darker from being wet against her tongue.

And then the reality that is Clarke Griffin showed up and just kicked the entire door down on Lexa's fantasies. Suddenly she was being roughly fucked against her office's wall and listening to daydreams about getting pressed into her chair with her pants down to get eaten out during work hours before being bent over her own desk 😳

At no point, at noooooo point, was Lexa ever actually the one driving this thing

[butmakeitgayblog]

So let’s say you are given the chance of making that romcom of adc coming out to her parents (AJ and Em) as straight 🤡 along with the fruity af boyfriend/fiancé. But in the clexa au universe. So where does Clarke fit in all of this?

If I were to Clexafy this hypothetical movie plot?

Well I'd say that's easy. What everyone had assumed was Lexa's first boyfriend - the one who Lexa herself had gone through a lot of identity turmoil over her instant and unwavering connection to, questioning herself and rethinking everything about herself, the one who had absolutely gasted the flabbers of both of Lexa's mothers at every turn and left them confused as all hell in the process - confesses in a high emotions moment of family chaos that she is, in fact, a trans woman.

A trans woman who has been doing everything she could to bury that part of herself and ignore since she was a child, but being in such a really fucking strange but loving and open and decidedly sapphic inclined household, she finally feels like she has to be honest. Like she finally can be honest.

Cut to both ADC (Lexa) and EM's characters being just like "... Oh 😳" next to AJ's character throwing her hands up in utter exasperation like "I fucking knew it! I know my daughter. What did I say? I said, I know my daughter."

Everything makes a lot more sense after that.

[lexa-griffins]

Hey! So I was looking for the pictures of Alycia in the red dress when she reunited with Laura in 2022 to send your wifey for their new moster!Lexa ask and i found this :

A dress im offended I forgot about and also...

This is apparently new? Ummm no thoughts...

👁👄👁

You right dresses do put up fights with those hips

I HAD FORGOTTEN ABOUT IT TOO OMG 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Im not even a fan of animal print but the 90s vibe with the little hair clips and everything 😳😳😳😳

Lord i am not your strongest soldier 😳😳😳😳😳😳

Oh yeah! Me and @heda-in-the-clouds talk about it and i didnt evenr ealize I hadn't seen in on my dash 😂

For your consideration, from the video of that last picture

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What if alien Clarke has x-ray vision so she can see herself fucking Lexa and how tight she fits around her?

😳😳😳

Okay but Lexa and Clarke both being part of this human/alien breeding program that pretty much guarantees humans with a baby because the aliens can /see/ if the breeding is successful.

Lexa wants a baby, they match her with an alien she has a good match with and who also wants a baby. Its a fairly easy process.

Lexa was expecting the whole process to be rather medical really. A quick shoot and go that she barely has to participate in. Thats the point of the program really, create a alien/human baby that her and whoever this Clarke lady is can co-parent. Easy. They have the same ideals and parental ideas so they really are the perfect match.

She just didnt expect... /her/. Clearly alien. The slight blue tint of her skin, the cute tiny horns on her head, the marks on her skin that remind Lexa of little constellations.

The sky people are a very pretty species, Lexa cant deny that.

They are naked from the moment they enter the small padded room provided for them. While Clarke seems very comfortable with all she has, and it is a /lot/, Lexa finds herself slightly covering her chest and her center. The alien seems to notice this.

"Hey you dont need to hide. I find humans so beautiful, you might actually be the most gorgeous one I've ever meet actually."

Now, Lexa didnt come here expecting them to really connect in a way that isnt medical but hm, she cant deny the way Clarke's blue eyes nearly shine and the way she smiles at her don't make her heart skip a damn beat.

Clarke gestures for Lexa to lay down so they can get started and Lexa does, with slight reluctance. She doesnt really know why she's nervous but she is. Maybe is the whole finally having a baby thing. Maybe is because she never been with an alien (how many people have really. There's a reason breeding programs like this exist).

.... maybe is the fact that when Clarke very politely gets on top of her, her dick is very clearlgonna be a /tight/ fit.

"Just... relax alright? It's always a bit of an adjustment for humans but you can take it."

Oh that should not have made Lexa as wet as it did, "Okay. Okay."

Lexa takes a deep breath and she feels the tip go in. It /is/ big. And thicker than anything Lexa ever out inside of her pussy. /Fuck./

"Fuck." Lexa breaths out as Clarke to enter her

"I know. Its a tight fit but you can take it, I know you can."

Right. They can /see/ it happening.

"Can you really... see yourself inside of me?"

Clarke chuckles. Lexa cant help but smile. She likes the sound.

"I can. That's how I know you can take it, but you need you relax baby." The term of endearment doesnt go unnoticed but Lexa ignores it in favor of trying to calm down her manic heart.

"Thats it." Clarke coos at her, slowly but sure going deeper.

Just the knowledge that Clarke can see herself inside Lexa both relaxes and turns her on because holy /fuck/.

Clarke is not yet fully inside when she stops moving completely. Lexa dnaos her head up, offended she dared stopping, "what?"

"You cant fit any more."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean... you cant fit my dick fully. I didnt think you could, humans arent really built for it. Its fine, but if i go any deeper is gonna hurt."

How... sweet of her. "Oh." Lexa states, finally being hit with the feeling of fulness. They stay there for a few minutes, as Clarke waits for Lexa to give her the go ahead, "you can move now" it comes out more like a plea than anything else but Clarke immediately gets herself positions to thrust inside of Lexa.

"Ready?"

"Lets make a baby." Lexa says, awkwardly she admits. She hoping Clarke ignores it, but to her surprise, she leans in, kissing the corner of Lexa's lip. When Lexa looks st her in the eye, she looks so giddy.

"Baby making time." Its such a sweet statement that Lexa didnt particularly expect it to be followed by the filthiest sex she's ever had.

She's heard talks about humans becoming obsessed with having sex with sky people and she thought it was all talk. But the way Clarke manages to thrust inside of her at exactly the right angle everytime and how she seems to know when to quicken a brutal pace or slow down is as close to an addiction as she has ever come.

Clarke's soft lips approach her ear, her heavy breathing loudly tickling Lexa's hair, "Im gonna cum"

"Do it. Please, Clarke. Do it."

She can see it, Lexa realizes once more. The way she looks between Lexa's hips and her face as she cums. She can see herself fill Lexa up.

Jesus fuck she can see it. She touches Lexa's clit and Lexa comes undone with her.

Clarke falls on top of her, her body somehow still cool against Lexa's hot skin. The constellations on her skin seem to shine with the sweat that cover her it.

"You are very pretty too." Lexa manages to say, somewhere between awakened and asleep, "I hope our baby is just as pretty."

Before she closes her eyes, she feels Clarke's lips on her forehead, "with you as a mom, there's no way they wint be gorgeous"

[lexa-griffins]

I'm hoping we see more of Alycia's white dress from that Cartier event🤞

Would babygirl or rich brat Lexa wear this 👀 Clarke would be so tempted to pull Lexa's back zipper down to free her ass

So am I, but so far nothing 😣

Oh this is a babygirl/sugrbaby Lexa outfit for sure. Classy and long while still very curve hugging.

Clarke was the one who helped Lexa zip the dress, she knows it was not an easy feat. She spends the entire night kind of playing with it, thinking about just how easy it would be to pull it back down and set that ass free from its fabric confines. Even when Clarke is talking to people away from Lexa her eyes will eventually find Lexa somewhere in a small group talking - about her charity, if Lexa's gonna talk to people you best believe she's gonna be getting them to donate to her cause - and become waaaaay too entranced in the way the zipper line curves around her ass and the way the fabric clings around her hips.... good lord, the things Clarke is going to do to that woman as soon as they are alone and the zipper is down 😳

[lexa-griffins]

Every year, werewolf Clarke demands a virgin sacrifice to spare a village from her wrath. Village loner Lexa is the unfortunate victim this year. She's tied up to the offering table and presented to Clarke. As part of the ritual, the villagers have to watch werewolf Clarke fuck Lexa to see if Clarke is pleased with their offering (I just want public sex with monster Clarke honestly)

Oh 😳

They wait by the edge of the clearing. Lexa hates trashes against the bonds, calling the villagers every name she can manage. Cowards, fuckers, bastards.

They say nothing, watching from the shadows with some preversed excitement.

And howl tells them she approaches. Lexa freezes in place as she stares ahead, as far as she can keep her head up, waiting for it to show up. It does not a second later. Disgruntled, too feral to be human but she could certainly pass as one.

Lexa can almost hear the prying eyes around her hold their breath as the werewolf approaches her.

Blue eyes look at her up and down, quickly turning blacker. Lexa's heart beat faster when it get close to her, nestling her head, hairy and soft, human with animalistic features, in her neck and sniffing. Lexa wants to close her legs but finds the restrains unable her from doing so.

The beast circles her, accessing her offering. Lexa trembles as she does. She can see the fuckers around her, can hear the near whispers that queation if she finds her a suitable offering

She can fully see it but she feels it. The swipe of a tongue against her naked core, tasting her. The beast waits. And then it licks again. Lexa lets out a moan against her better judgment. She's dripping, she can feel the wetness underneath her ass on the table. She licks her again, seemingly pleased with her taste. Lexa bites back the moans, but the beast is skilled and Lexa is unable to fight. She moans, now so close to cumming, loudly. She hates to give the bastards the satisfaction of watching her.

Lexa passes out she thinks. Because when she finally comes to her post bliss senses she has the beast right on to of her. She's... big. A quiet snarl on her face, body covered in hair that tickles Lexa's sweaty skin. And the pressure of her dick pulsing between her lips.

It doesn't allow her time to pounder the idea of being fucked in front of the entire village. She knows she's ready to take her fully, and so she enters her in one fell swoop, down to the base of her shaft and Lexa's mouth falls open, a delayed deep moan leaving her and she throws her head back. And suddenly the silence is filled by the sounds of the beast fucking her and Lexa's moans.

Lexa hopes they are loving the show she's giving them. Itll be the last one they see in their miserable lives.

She feels the knot of the werewolf forming as she thrusts, shallower thrust everytime and anomalistic groans turn into whines.

Lexa wishes she could raise a hand to her mate's cheek to comfort her. She would love nothing more than to fully take her.

"No knot, Clarke, later."

The beast nods, resisting instinct as she continues to fuck Lexa. She couldn't be prouder of her.

"After you rip them apart, you can bury everything inside of me, I promise." Lexa coos at the beast, her eyes closed as she approaches her climax.

"Kill them all with the same fervornyou fuck me baby." Its all it takes.

Lexa fills herself being filled, and she acreams and moans without shame.

A twisted smile forms on her lips when she hears the celebratory cheers from around them, and despite the feeling of emptiness that makes her whine, she allows herself the moment of rest as her mates cum drips from her, lulled to sleep by the screams of the ones who found her wandering the village looking for food, who she lied to about her virginity and who immediately saw her as an easy sacrifice to the beast who so happens to be her mate.

Fuckers.

[butmakeitgayblog]

happy mother's day to milf, i mean, student clarke 😌🫶🏻 thank you for being so hot 💐

Oh she's such a smokeshow it's insane. Like honestly who could blame poor professor elbow patches for putting her whole pussy career on the line?

The still just friends selfies she shared in the few weeks at the beginning of the semester

Being in full on mom mode, vacillating between shutting down whatever dramatics Madi is laying on thick and actively embarrassing her teenager at any given moment on a dime, respectively

Awkward Mom Clarke trying and failing to be smooth and impressive with her many half-learned skills on their first few "dates" but more just giving into the "being a total dweeb" hell she's trapped in whenever her and Lexa are alone (Lexa says it's cute so is fine.... she thinks....🤞)

And then finally, actually nailing that sexy seductress vibe she's always felt she had inside perfectly 😏 (once she... actually figures out the whole sexting/video sex thing 😳)

Student Clarke. There's gonna be a learning curve but damn, she looks good just trying 🔥