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Clarke spends all night making Lexa's favorite cake for her birthday

Lexa isn't big on celebrating her birthday. Clarkr has come to learn the perfect low key way to do it: dinner at the chinese restaurant she loves in a cute outfit, a little walk afterward followed by cuddles on the couch and a small cake from Lexa's favorite bakery.

Simple and easy.

Although Lexa is turning 30 this year. And she has expressed the desire to go a little more out this year and Clarke is completely for it and having Lexa be celebrated by more people.

Three people plus them isn't too long of a guest list but Lexa is pretty excited about it and so is Clarke. They book a reservation at this fancy chinese restaurant and Clarke makes sure to get Lexa's favorite cake from the m bakery she adores. Everything is set for a nice birthday party and Clarke is giddy with how excited Lexa looks about celebrating her birthday!

The day before Luna calls. Sudden work trip so she cannot make it. Lexa assures her its okay and as she slightly disappointingly hangs up Clarke is there to rub her arm and tell her that they'll still have a great time with just Anya and Raven.

Clarke is just leaving work when she gets a phone call from the bakery. A mistake in the schedule made it so Lexa's cake was forgotten, and they don't have the time to fit it in for tomorrow. The owner is clearly apologetic as she has known Lexa and Clarke for a while now, but there isn't anything she can do except return the money and promise a free bento cake next time they come in. Making a b-line to the grocery store, Clarke looks at the pre-made cakes before quickly deciding Lexa deserves more for her 30th than a grocery store pre-made cake. Lexa loves the chocolate cake Abby bakes for them every time they visit. It's been a recipe in Clarke's family for as long as she can remember. So Clarke is quick to call her mom and ask her for it, knowing Abby doesn't need to look at the falling apart piece of paper it's written on to remember every single ingredient.

She manages to make it home before Lexa, carefully keeping the bag of ingredients in the back of the pantry just in time for the door to open and a teary-eyed Lexa to enter the house.

Clarke immediately jumps in to help to help her with her coat and kiss her, "What's wrong, love?"

"Raven got a bad flu and Anya caught it. They can't make it tomorrow." Lexa's voice trembles slightly but Clarke sees her trying to keep herself collected.

Lexa always said she doesn't care about her birthday. But Clarke knows she was excited with the prospect of celebrating entering her 30's with friends and a nice dinner - one Clarke is sure she'll have to call and cancel.

"I'm sorry, honey." Clarke doesn't fully know what else to say. She's a little mad at the three women, but it's not like they could have predicted a work trip or sickness. Still, her heart breaks, seeing her fiancee clearly upset after two weeks of excitment for her birthday.

"I'm going to have a shower and then lay down, I think." Lexa says in lieu of a response, the disappointment clear in her voice. Clarke manages little more than a kiss and an I love you before Lexa replies in a whisper and moves to their room, closing the door gently behind her.

Clarke would follow, but she knows Lexa will avoid letting herself fully cry over something she deems minimal while she is there, so Clarke lets her go.

When 1 hour later, Lexa has not made her way out of the bedroom. Clarke decides to take a peak, her heart breaking further when a sleeping Lexa's breathing shakes with the last of her quiet tears. A kiss to her forehead that seems to even out Lexa's breathing is the only thing Clarke seems capable of doing before she exists the bedroom, set on baking Lexa's cake and giving her the birthday she deserves.

A quick call to the restaurant as she tries to wrap Lexa's frilly smaller apron around herself changes the dinner reservation from 5 to 2 people and with all the ingredients and the messy recipe from Abby she wrote down on a post it note, she gets to work.

Turns out, baking is not Clarke's calling. Her google history shows a collection "how to know when the egg whites are stiff" and "how to melt chocolate without burning it" searches but she finally ends up with a batter that her mother aproves of.

It is close to midnight, almost 7 hours after Lexa's been in bed, that Clarke finally finishes the decorations on the cake. It's by no means professional, but what she lacks in backing skills she'd like to think she makes up for in buttercream painting, the pretty flowers all around the cake making it look less like a 5th grade art project.

With the cake in the fridge and the kitchen cleaned out of any evidence, Clarke hops in for a quick shower before getting into bed, her movements waking up Lexa momentarily who instinctively turns to cuddle into Clarke's arms.

"Why were you up so late?" It's slurred, and Lexa doesn't even open her eyes to ask the question.

Clarke, realizing just how tired she herself is too, answers is a barely there fashion, "Got distracted. You'll see tomorrow."

Lexa replies only with a hummed agreement, burying herself in Clarke's chest. Although Clarke is positive, she heard the happy birthday, Lexa does not reply.

The next day is a blur until dinner time comes around. As always, Lexa is out the door before Clarke makes it out of the shower, making the happy birthday wishes quick and underwhelming in Clarke's opinion and although Lexa is not beaming with the excitement Clarke wishes she had when she tells her dinner is still on, the sweet smile Lexa gives her when she tells her, its worth it.

She feared dinner would feel empty when it was first supposed to be bigger, but they are placed by the window with a wonderful view and Lexa arrives wearing the dress she excitedly bought for today and refused to let Clarke see until now, the pearl dress making Clarke take a deep breath and reminding herself tonight is all about Lexa.

Lexa's excitement grows over dinner. They sang her happy birthday at work, something she would have hated before but her entire team got her the prettiest flower bouquet (that she gladly dropped at home, and that gladly does not fight Clarke's smaller but very meaningful arrangement) as well as a little necklace with a pearl, making it clear to her just how appriacted she is. Abby called to wish her a happy birthday, giving her a sweet talk about how happy she was that Clarke had found her. Luna sent her a thoughtful message accompanied by a picture of them at only 12, a memory Lexa had forgotten about. Anya and Raven video called her on her lunch break and sang her the stuffiest birthday song in the world, but it was nice to see their faces as they wished her a great start to her 30s. And of course, Clarke herself has made today so much better than she was expecting, with all the cute messages throughout and reminders of everything she loved about her.

As they arrive home Lexa is slightly tipsy and seemingly very ready to celebrate her birthday in her birthday suit. But first, Clarke worked too hard on that cake to let it not be seen.

Lexa already has her hand on her belt when Clarke manages to stop her.

"Wait wait wait, I got something else for you!"

Lexa looks at her confused and ever so slightly annoyed at not getting what she wants. As much as she loves the cake they ordered, it is massive, and Lexa dislikes to think it'll mostly go to waste with just the two of them.

But as Clarke turns around, the uneven coating on the cake looks nothing like the one she knows the bakery makes. Clarke approaches Lexa carefully the smaller cake placed on the coffee table, the pearly 30 candle matching Lexa's dress.

"There was a set back ans the bakery couldn't get your cake out so, hum, I called mom and got the recipe for thst cake you love."

Lexa feels the tears burning in her eyes. She doesn't really care that the bakery couldn't make her cake. She would have canceled it if she had remembered it yesterday. Instead, Clarke took it upon herself not to let Lexa be disappointed over one more thing. She stayed up late to make sure she baked a cake Lexa loved, decorating it in the style Lexa sends her over instagram dms over and over again because she just finds those cakes so pretty. Clarke was the one who wanted so badly for Lexa to feel celebrated and happy today. There's no one else she'd rather spend her birthday with than her future wife.

"Haopy birthday, beautiful." Clarke smiles at her, and Lexa could burst into tears with just how grateful she feels. Instead, she kisses Clarke, nearly bringing the cake down with her. Clarke kisses her back with just as much passion, burting at the seems with happiness that Lexa is this happy about it after she feared today would be all disappointment.

"I love you." Lexa tells her, now sitting on Clarke's lap as she lights the candles on the cake.

Clarke smiles and tells her to blow her candles and make a wish. Cheekly, Lexa tells her she's got everything she wishes for right here.

"Well, you can always ask for a little more." Clarke nudges her with her nose, urging her to do it, smiling as she watches Lexa close her eyes, and finally blowing out the candle when her wish is made.

A year later, Lexa lays in a hospital bed when there's a gentle knock on the door. There are ballons all around her, more than dozen flowers bouquets, congratulations written all around. Clarke enters the room slowly, a small cake - the one the bakery promised for free - in her hands.

"Happy birthday momma!" Her wife whispers as she makes her way to the bed.

A small noise distracts Lexa momentarily, the small noises of last year's wish as he stirs in his little hospital crib before settling back down to sleep, born exactly one day before Lexa's birthday.

"They wouldn't let me bring a candle up, so I fear you dont get to make a birthday wish until we bring you and our little boy home." Clarke is radiant, so clearly tired but looking even happier than she did last year.

Lexa shrughs, tired but so incredibly happy for it all, "I think this time I really am all out of wishes. What more could I ask for?"

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Pregnant milf Lexa gets really emotional when she's buying baby onesies with Clarke

"Babe look at this one!"

Lexa turns to see Clarke pick up yet another onesie adorned in little darling flowers with a smile on her face big enough to turn her cheeks red.

She never thought she'd be here again. She was adamant her now 16 year old would be her one and done baby, being only 19 herself when her daughter was born. That was before she met Clarke. That was before she found love again and realized how much she was opened to the idea of having another child and experience a pregnancy that was not filled with long days on her feet at a dingy dinner making a living for her unborn child.

She recalls so vividly passing by this aisle, longing staring at the onesies before her eyes drifted to the price and she immediately knew the hand me downs from her cousin and whatever she could find at the thrift shop.

And now she is here. With a new little baby on the way. Her teenager across the clothing section looking for a hyper specific shirt she has never seen but insists exists while Lexa and her wife - still feels strange to say that, she never thought she'd have a wife - look for onesies for their new addition.

Clarke makes an exciting sound once more "oh my god this one is so fucking cute!"

Its the cozy bear coat Lexa has been seeing everywhere. The one she almost got money to buy before Amelia got a fever and the money was spent on doctors and meds instead. Now, Clarke is holding it in her hands, demanding they get it.

"You're gonna look so adorable in this baby." Clarke speaks directly to Lexa's bump, planting a kiss on it with all sweetness she can muster. "Are you okay love?"

Lexa touches her cheeks. Oh she's crying isn't she?

"Sorry."

"Its okay my love. Happy hormonal tears I hope?"

Lexa chuckles with a watery smile and steps closer to Clarke, a hand on her red cheek, "the happiest I promise"

They nearly manage to sneak in a kiss when Amelia comes running towards them, the elusive shirt in her hand.

"Mom. Mom! I found it!!! I told you!"

Its a fluffy hoodie with bear ears. Amelia sees a smaller one in Clarke's hands.

"Oh Clarke, please tell me you and mom are gonna get that. Me and the baby can match!!!!"

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How does Clarke get back at brat!Lexa when she flaunts her body in this new bikini and taunts her

Lexa is standing in the middle of the pool, phone in hand, angled down towards her as she tries to get the full shot. She knows Clarke is behind her, setting up the drinks to be used for the pool party Lexa organized. Lexa is sure to move, giving Clarke a full view of her colorful bikini, posing more for her than to the camera.

Receiving no reaction from the girl who seems to bot even care as she scrubs the glasses clean, Lexa hits record on her phone. If Clarke pays her no attention, she knows of countless girls who will.

Lexa is staring at the camera, focused on what she is saying, flirting with the camera really as she films a quick video to send to a group chat of people who barely talk at all. That is when she sees Clarke approaching her from behind on the phone screen. As she does, Lexa tries to turn around only for Clarke to force her to look forward immediately, one hand palming the underneath of her chin, the other sneaking below her skirt and toying with her clit above the fabric of her bikini bottoms.

"Keep filming." Clarke whispers on her ear, bitting it for effect. Lexa does. Arm stretched as she stares at her in her phone, red painting her face flush, lips parted as the not quite good enoigh pressure Clarke applies.

She watches as her chest is forced out of her top, the fabric underneath her breasts forcing them to spill out, moving with each breath of hers.

Clarke's hand is obvious beneath the thin fabric of her wrap around skirt, unable to hide her movements. She feels Clarke's hard cock against her ass, trapped by the khaki shorts she wears. She presses against it, staring at her own grin when Clarke's face turns into a quiet moan. Not a second later she sees her own mouth let out a moan as Clarke moves her bottoms to the side, unceremoniously shoving two fingers inside her already wet cunt. On the screen, Clarke now free dick pokes between Lexa's legs, visible against the fabric of her skirt.

"You like looking at yourself being fucked." Clarke is not praising. Instead it sounds like an insult.

Still, Lexa takes it as the praise she craves, "I do."

Clarke chuckles darkly, her dick replacing her fingers, hands firmly on Lexa's hips forcing her body against hers with each thrust, the whole video on the screen shaking with them.

"I knew you would of self centred slut." She’s reprimending her and yet the entire sentence just makes Lexa hornier.

"And fucking love it."

It earns her Clarke's hand around her throat, bending her ever so slightly. Lexa lifts her arm, trying - and failing - to film Clarke's brutal pace inside of her.

"Look at the camera." Clarke orders. Lexa does as she's told, "Tell your little rich friends what a slut you are."

Lexa chuckles mid moan, "They know."

A smack to her breast "Tell them."

"Im a-" She sees herself lose it. And it's true. Lexa is self obsessed. Because the moment she sees the bliss on her face as her orgasm arrives along side Clarke's she cums harder, "slut!" The word is barely noticeable as its swallowed by a moan.

When she looks back at the screen, it's just her, her tits out as red from the smack. Her skirt syained with cum, an obvious line of white dripping down her leg. The tremble to her thighs, her wetness on her lips, a hand mark on her throat. Lexa smiles at herself on the video, bringing a finger between her legs and lifting it to her mouth, moaning at the image that films her in real time.

"Bye." It's all she says to the camera before clicking the button to stop recording.

The video is saved but not sent. At night Lexa will watch it time and time again, her eyes shifting between staring at Clarke and herself as she cums by her own hand.

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Lexa really wants dilf Clarke's daughter Madi to like her so she spends a long time finding the perfect Christmas present for her

Lexa doesn't really have any young cousins around. Any friend of hers that has a baby has, well, a baby. She doesn't know what 10 year olds like now a days.

And Lexa does remember it being such a complicated age where they are too old for toys but too young for anything teen. Does Madi like reading? But if yes, then what? As a librarian Lexa knows how 10 year olds can be into just about any genre a kid can like.

She wants to ask Clarke but she also doesn't want to have it be a present that is nothing more than a "your mom told me to get you this" type.

Lexa spends day on end at the mall, looking at what Madi could possibly like - she loves unicorns and magical stuff, is a unicorn diary cool? Does she keep a diary at all? Clarke would kill her if she just gave her unicorn slime, so that's a no. Clothes? What kid wants clothes for christmas? A purse maybe? For all the little money she doesn't have?!

It feels impossible until one day Lexa passes Madi's room when she isnt there and sees a polaroid of a tiny Madi and a smiling Clarke. Its adorable and Lexa can't stop looking.

"Oh that was this spring festival at the park. They had this polaroid stand and Madi was obsessed with it."

On Christmas day, Madi squeals when she opens the pastel pink polaroid camera, along side a cute photo album and a bunch of colorful refills. Ots the first time Madi throws herself at Lexa to hug her and Lexa makes sure to take it all in, the image of Clarke looking adoring at them both in her mind.

Lexa takes a picture of Madi and Clarke with it, the christmas tree in the background. And then Madi asks to take one with Lexa who immediately agrees and as Clarke is taking it she cannot help but smile. There is a neat collection of polaroids in Madi's room now.

Of her and Clarke. Of her and Lexa. One of Lexa and Clarke. Later one of her little sister, only a few hours old. Its a present Madi cherishes for a long long while.

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Lexa hangs mistletoe over her underwear and tells Clarke to kiss her there

Clarke sighs as she finally enters the small apartment she shares with her fiancee. Working retail during the holiday season, even if at an art shop she always dreamed of working at, is tiring work no matter what.

The apartment is quiet, the kitchen lights off and the living room is unusually empty. Finding it strange that Lexa seems to not yet be home, Clarke hangs her scarf and coat by the door, shoes following it as demanded the moment her and Lexa started living together, and makes her way to the bedroom.

As she does, soft christmas jazz reaches her ears, the light below the door obvious now.

She smirks and opens the door.

The moment Lexa hears the door open she holds the small piece of mistletoe to in her hands, lifting it above her head. She watches as Clarke enters the room and her eyes immediately focus on her and her outfit. Lexa must admit it took her a while to find the courage to buy it as she walked through the mall before finally marching inside the store, finding her size and avoiding eye contact with the cashier as she refused any members cards and seasonal sales.

Judging by Clarke's expression, the lacy red lingerie had been a good choice, the furry white pomp poms giving it all the christmas spirit.

"Aren't you a jolly sight." Clarke comments with a wink, eyes still traveling from long legs sprawled on the bed to the red lace between them, to the bitable stomach and the bra keeping perk small breats pushed together, flush red from the hotness of the room. Red lips smile and a hand shakes the little leaves above her head.

"Tradition says you have to kiss whatever is underneath the mistletoe." Lexa whispers above the gentle music, hooded eyed following Clarke as she discards her polo and jeans, thrown carelessly on the ground.

Lexa's smile grows as Clarke slowly crawls onto bed, hands planted by Lexa's hips and their faces come closer, "wouldn't want to break tradition now would we?"

The kiss is gentle for just a moment, a welcome home greeting before passion takes over and the red lipstick Lexa wears is smudged by passionate kissing and biting, forcing her against the pillows of their bed, the weight of her body against hers maling Lexa softly moan.

As Clarke continues her worship of her mouth, Lexa's hand lowers slowly, placing the mistletoe neatly between her chest.

Between kisses, she manages to speak, "It seems... the mistletoe... as been moved." She finishes chasing Clarke's lips as she pulls away, a smirk spreading across Lexa's face when Clarke finds it.

When Clarke does nothing but stare with glossed over eyes at Lexa's chest, a chuckle leaves Lexa, tapping her on her button nose.

"Tradition love, remember?"

"Kiss whatever is under the mistletoe..." she whispers, transfixed on Lexa's chest where the small plant rests, her breasts pressed together into an intoxicating pillow of soft and plush flesh.

Clarke looks up at her and a devilish smirk follows the wave of understatement.

Obediently, Clarke's lips find said flesh, leaving a trail of kisses and licks wherever it passes. With her teeth, she brings the light lace fabric of the cups down, lips warming the hard nipples trapped behind it.

Below her Lexa's nails draw trails on Clarke's back, moaning and sighing at her ministrations and worship her chest, one tit flooding out of her mouth as the other is knitted and squeezed by a knowledgeable hand, refusing to leave it out of the action.

The mistletoe is unable to be removed in secret this time but Clarke follows Lexa's movement with it carefully, leaving a trail of kisses on her stomach and round hips as Lexa allows it to go lower and lower, before she finally places it on top of the dampened dark lace that covers her core, but not for long.

A wet, open-mouthed kiss is delivered to the lace, making Lexa shiver out a moan. Mistletoe forgotten, Clarke tosses it on the bed, set on kissing what she truly desires.

As she pushes the lacy underwear to the side, Clarke pauses, mouth watering at the sight of Lexa's glistening cunt, shinning as the twinkling lights they hang over their bedroom door shine on it.

She does not waste time starting her christmas feast. With her lips attatched to Lexa's clit, her tongue moves gently before it peaks up the pace, leaving Lexa a moaning squirming pile of wetness. Clarke pressed her hips to the bed with her hand, before making sure to stuff Lexa with 3 fingers, her movements slow and deep, moving them out only to substitute them with her tongue for a moment.

Between moans and heavy breathing, Lexa's hand searches the bed for the mistletoe. Clarke feels her movements, eyes following her hand and she builds up Lexa's orgasm.

Ever the romantic, she watches as Lexa moves the mistletoe above her head once again.

Her lips gently brush Lexa's supple ones, the red now gone from them. Her own taste lingers there and Lexan moans the moment Clarke's presses their lips together.

"There you go baby, cum for me pretty girl."

With three fingers deeply inside and a thumb pressing against the sensive bud, Lexa comes undone underneath Clarke, soaking the lace and their covers beneath her.

Clarke softly kisses her, letting her ride out her orgasm. When she opens her eyes, Lexa's hand is at the level of Clarke's crotch, the mistletoe resting on top of the hardness there, a smirk on her tired face.

"My turn to kiss underneath the mistletoe."

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Do you know anyone else who writes alpha or g!p clarke

Out of the top of my head:

@heda-in-the-clouds

@lg-wifey4lifey

@bottom-lexa

@vmplvr1977

@reallygroovyninja

@eternalreignblog

@mozz14

@owl127

@blu3haw4

You can also take a peak at @wanhedasdaggerweek!

The list has grown in the past couple of years luckily 🥰

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I was thinking about clexa the other day and I remembered your masc clarke ideas and I got so happy hehehe I think it's such a fun concept

🥹🥹🥹 I'm so happy my masc Clarke ideas make you happy when thinking about clexa 🥰 masc Clarke is very near and dear to me and I love her with all my heart so it's always so good to see other people who also enjoy her 🥰🥰

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Lexa: What's mommy's name?

Madi: Mommy

Lexa: What's Mama's name?

Madi: Claaaaaaaarke!!!!

Clarke, rushing in like the dutiful wife she is: you called?

In Lexa's defense..... the farm is still bigger than most houses and sometimes she's gotta get Clarke's attention via yelling 🤣

Madi now likes to yell "maaaaamaaaaaaaa" to get Clarke's attention. Although Clarke keeps telling her she is right there, in front of her, the yelling is really not necessary.

When Clarke becomes older, her hearing goes first. It goes full circle to a 50 year old Madi yelling MAMA and Lexa yelling CLARKE to get her attention 😅

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I wonder how much larger Clarke's mouth gaped open when she saw Lexa's butt after she stripped out of her pants

Clarke would drop her jaw to the fucking ground, Griffin.exe stopped working right then and there djdndkdmdk

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When Lexa gets sick, how does Clarke take care of her?

When one of them is sick is when some of the differences in their upbringing become very evident. Because Clarke was raised with a doctor mother. If she was sick, she'd be assessed and given antibiotics to get better. It is what is the obvious thing to do when she's sick. Lexa’s parents, however, are very much like her - medicine is extremely important but natural remidies can help just as much. And growing up, they were kept apart for those times they were sick, making each other get well cards they'd deliver through their parents.

It is almost a year after they get married that Lexa wakes up with a cough and her face burning with a fever. The moment Clarke hears the awful cough and feels her burning forehead she gently tells her to stay in bed and that she's going to call her mom so she can come and take a look at Lexa. But before she leaves the bed Lexa is grabbing her shirt and in a poorly raspy voice tells her no and that she just needs her to ger her some tea and let her sleep it off. Maybe some soup will help too.

Clarke, of course, wants to argue. They need to make sure its nothing serious and Lexa needs meds to feel better. She hates seeing her with sunken eyes and pale skin and the look of pain every time she coughs. But Lexa simply asks her to let her sleep for a while and that is she feels even worse than they can call Abby. Surprisingly, Clarke relents, kissing her forehead against Lexa's protests of getting her sick too and telling her to rest while she goes to pick something from the garden to make her some soup. She hates it tho. Instead of turning the radio on, Clarke cuts vegetables in silence, keeping an ear out for any sound Lexa might make. Even from the kitchen she can hear her heavy breathing as she sleeps, the clear congestion on her chest and Clarke just wants her to feel better this instant.

Once the soup, the tea and a some fruit is all ready she brings it up to Lexa who has just started to wake up back again. And once she sees the mini feast Clarke prepares for her Lexa thanks her with a weak smile before a coughing fit follows. Clarke cringes at it but says nothing about calling her mom, instead moving next to Lexa and spoon feeding her the soup, a gesture that has Lexa laughing about how the doesn't need to be babied although Clarke thinks otherwise.

The next few days are filled with sleeping, soup, cuddles, and more sleeping. Lexa's fever has disappeared, but the nasty cough still persists. After three days of this, while Lexa is resting with her head on Clarke's chest, with her hand rubbing her sore back from being in bed so long, Clarke brings up her mom examining Lexa again.

She expects another no and is ready with a million arguments but Lexa looks simply looks at Clarke's concerned face, her eyebrows forrowed in worry and she sighs, nodding.

"Alright, call her."

Abby arrives that afternoon, already berating Clarke for not calling her sooner, making Clarke feel like a kid instead of the grown married woman she is and at the same time making her feel like a horrible wife for not going against Lexa's wishes.

"You seem to be recovering just fine." Is Abby's final diagnosis once she finishes examining Lexa.

"Have you been taking in liquids, vitamins, boosting your immune system?" Abby asks after being told Lexa did not take any meds, a certain exasperation in her tone.

Lexa nods with a smile and poins at Clarke, standing in the corner like a berated child, "Clarke made me soup and tea and forced me to drink water and eat. I dont think I ever had as much honey as I did these past few days."

Clarke smiles at her when she hears the tenderness is her voice. She took good care of her wife, she is sure of that.

After Abby gives Clarke the name of some over the counter medicine that will help Lexa's cough, she seems to soften when she tells her daughter she did a good job taking care of Lexa and that while she still thinks she should have called her to make sure it was nothinbg serious, Clarke was a big reason as to why Lexa got better much faster.

The next day, after a nice cuddling session and an emotional thanks from Lexa about Clarke helping her get better, Clarke wakes up with a cough.

Lexa, feeling much better thanks to the meds, takes one look at Clarke and smiles, "I'm gonna go call your mom and get some soup started. You stay there and sleep my heart."

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New au 👀

I kinda like the idea of them having this little bubble. The cabin is Heda's property but Clarke had no idea when she stumbled on to it and after three years she was sure it was abandoned.

So when she hears the door opening, she is ready to attack, only to be greeted by a startled and very confused Lexa.

And Lexa wants to respect Clarke's wishes and go back, leave the cabin to her but she needs to sleep first. And when a snowfall comes down that night that all but precents them for leaving the cabin they are forced to spend their time there together.

That means they are forced to talk. Or at least Lexa is. She apologizes for Mt weather, tells Clarke she believed her dead, she mourned her. Clarke tries to remain quiet but its Clarke and of course after some accusations thrown, she closes herself off again.

Lexa is sleeping on the couch but it is cold and the only night clothes she has in this cabin are light and breezy, made to be worn underneath the millions of furs on the bed. And Clarke can no longer stand to see her shivering so she, very roughly, grabs Lexa in her arms and brings her to bed, throwing the covers over her and turning her back.

It goes slowly as they barely speak during the day, finding activities to entertain themselves, sometimes playing cards together and making almost no sound other than to accuse the other of cheating or being a sore loser.

And quickly, the nights turn into the only time they let their affection show. Between rough sex and soft love making, they pretend none of it happens when its light out.

The snow melts but Lexa does not leave, enjoying what's supposed to be a two month solitary stay to lead the best she can.

That's when Lexa notices she did not bleed. And how sick she feels.

She can't be sure really, but she knows. An old book of medicine tells her to go and collect and assortment of herbs to cause the fetus to disappear.

Clarke knows medicine. Earth skills combined with her medicine knowledge helps her put two and two together when she sees the herbs.

Lexa is sitting outside, the tea hot and untouched. After a while of not hearing or seeing her Clarke goes to look for her and finds her on a chair, spaced out, tea on the table, a slow tears escaping her eye.

She asks her not to do it. Or to at least speak to her about it. Lexa chuckles darkly and asks her what else does she want her to do. She's the commander, she cannot carry a child. As Clarke heard about the state of the coalition?

Still, Clarke insist and Lexa humors her. Clarke knows there is not much to talk about, that Lexa will still go through with it. But for a night, they can pretend. That it will be alright if they raise this baby together, perhaps right here in this small cabin. That Clarke forgives her fully for everything. That Lexa is free to leave the title of commander behind.

They make love anf share a quiet 'I love you'. The next morning Clarke awakes with Lexa at the kitchen table, the tea cup half empty.

She is there with Lexa through the whole process, holds her as she cries in the tub, cries just the same when they bury a box filled with nothing.

And then Lexa leaves.

It is a year before Clarke shows up in the throne room, kneeling down without hesitation in front of Heda. Ready to fight with her.

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Since it's summer, I can see Clarke and Lexa toying with public sex on a nude beach

They've been doing to TonDC beach for a few weeks now.

Lexa was not too keen on the idea at first. A nudist beach is just really not something she thought she'd want to be in. But Clarke had been begging her to and well, Lexa has never been good at telling her no.

Turns out, Lexa quite likes it. Not because of her own freedom from clothes tho.

Clarke was never shy about nudity but there is something about seeing her naked on the beach, chest freely bouncing with every step, her dick freely moving as she walks around naked on a neach filled with people that makes Lexa ten times more aware of the wetness between her legs.

No one seems to care however, and it takes Lexa by surprise how much people seem to no care about those around them when everyone is naked than when everyone is dressed. Which quickly gives Lexa an idea.

She starts innocent enough. Rolling on her towel to end up half on top of Clarke, her drenched cunt rubbing against Clarke's leg. The barely there kiss on Clarke's soft dick if she finds herself sitting as Clarke stands next to her, one that earns her a warning look from Clarke. Bending down in front of Clarke, quickly spreading her lips with her hand for Clarke to see before straightening herself up.

It is not until she is sitting on Clarke's lap, pressing her ass agaisnt her crotch hard that Clarke seems to catch up, a hand copping Lexa's pussy, one finger slowly moving between her folds as Clarke traps Lexa's ass pressed agaisnt her now hard dick.

"What is your game plan here baby? You've been setting up this little teasing strategy of yours for a few days." Clarke whispers into her ear, following it with a kiss to her temple, trying to mask what they are truly doing.

Lexa bites her lip to stop herself from moaning, "I think I made it pretty clear."

A finger drips inside of her. Lexa gasps with pleasure.

"Don't be sassy with me."

Lexa chuckles, eyes already dazed. She can feel Clarke's cock twitching against her bare ass, the wetness of pre cum agaisnt her skin sending a gush of her own wetness between her legs.

"Well then, don't make me stopnyou from what you want baby." Clarke's voice is low and rough, a thick layer of desire on it.

Lexa turns her head towards her, eyes shining with being given the okay to continue. She smashes their lips together, gently cradling Clarke's chin, her thumb caressing the dimple there, "I love you so fucking much."

Clarke's finger moves to Lexa's clit pressing against it.

"Then show me how much."

With a quick survey of the beach and realizing their spot, with the beach umbrella and their bags building a small barrier between them and the rest of the beach goers, Lexa lifts her hips slightly, taking ahold of Clarke's dick between her legs. She gives the member a few pumps, earning herself a delicious moan coming from Clarke who in return pinches her clit, sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through Lexa's body.

"No teasing Lexa, or i promise I'll drag you in front of everyone and fuck you with your head buried in the sand." Clarke growls on her ear and Lexa could cum just by Clarke's threats of using her as a cum rag right in front of everyone.

In one quick swoop she lines Clarke cock with her entrance and immediately impales herself on the long member, struggling with herself for a second when it feels like too much, but Clarke's arm wrapped around her waist do not allow her to retrieve.

Clarke's finger on her clit starts to move, unforgiving as it circles and flicks Lexa's bud. Following her lead, Lexa starts to move, rolling her grinding down on Clarke's dick, feeling every inch of it inside of her.

She looks around, praying no one stares back at them, her nipples hard constrasting with the hot summer's day. At the same time, she hopes someone catches them, the excitement at the idea of someone seeing her being fucked by her wonderfully hot girlfriend making her more and more aroused.

Another pinch to her clit send a shock down her body, a yelp turning as a moan.

"I really can't believe I thought you as a prude when we first met. If only I knew when I started dating you that you were such a kinky slut." Clarke's words send shivers down her spine, making her hips move faster and her lip draw blood as she bites down on it to avoid moaning.

Clarke continues, "I would have probably fucked you earlier if I had known."

The sun is shining hard. The beach noises, the sound of people, the waves. All of it sounding more and more distant as Clarke hits all the right spots with her dick, her fingers working her clit to exhausting. She is overwhelmed and yet she wants Clarke buried further, she wants her to pinch her clit again and make her suffer as deliciously as only she can.

Clarke is right, she really is a kinky slut. And fuck, Lexa loves being one.

Her orgam hits her suddenly the feeling of teeth on her shoulder and the warmth of Clarke's cum filling her up beyond capacity, making Lexa unable to contain her moan and she briefly blacks out, the pleasure too intense, the pinch to her clit she hopes would come sending her over the edge.

"I need to clean up." Lexa finally speaks up after a few minutes, her pussy no longer pulsing around Clarke's softening cock.

Clarke's face lifts from her neck where a noticeable hickey is already forming, "Go in the water love."

Lexa blinks at the suggestion "I'd have to walk the entire beach."

Gently, Clarke helps Lexa stand up, a line on cum following from her dick to Lexa's pussy, "Better walk fast and make sure you don't drip."

Lexa looks at water and then back at Clarke, who urges her on with her chin. With careful steps, Lexa advances towards the water, hoping not a single drop of cum manages to escape down her legs as she walks through a sea of nude beach goers.

From the towel Clarke stares, mouth drooling as she watches her girl's ass move with every step, her cunt filled with her cum.

Clarke fucking loves the nude beach.

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Did you watch Alycia's new posdcast/interview?? She's so cute and thoughtful i love her

I did!! I really love how she takes her time answering and thinks about her answers, not just saying the first thing it comes to her mind.

I think it's obvious by now she is more comfortable with fandom as a whole while still maintaining a separation and how she is truly grateful for the support and dedication to her characters. Although never disrespectful I am on the boat Alycia didn't handle Lexa's death and the backlash super well. It was definitely overwhelming for her and I don't think she was ready or even knew what to say and I am always so happy to see how she took to learn and understand where it came from and the impact it had.

I am also a massive fan of how expressive she is. She is clearly interested in the interview and what's being said and asked. It does make it seem like she'd probably be real fun to talk to if you're into people who have a lot to say and go on rants about it. She is definitely so freaking cute 🥹

Bonus the first thing I told wifey as I watched the podcast video because Alycia is always giving big ol bug eyes;

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I've been watching the Olympics and I think Lexa would be a fencer. Please enjoy these hastily made edits. Now excuse me while I make a smutty au between fencer Lexa and Clarke

Those look cute!!!!

Unfortunately i know nothing about fencing to be able to help cherie 🥲 but go for it 🥰

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Do any of Nikki's social media photos remind you of any of your Lexa au's? (like that bikini one 👁️🫦👁️)

This is sugarbaby!Lexa. Miss model, refuses to smile in public. That bikini picture was definitely sent straight to Clarke who had a meeting while Lexa enjoyed the pool. A menace.

Mobster princess Lexa right here. Sitting like this while she interrogates Clarke, calls her pet names and threatens to have one of her guys dismember her if she doesn't tell her what she wants. Lovingly, of course 🩷

Cheerleader Lexa!!!! It just fits her so well (bonus pictures because those pictures just make me think of cheerleader Lexa at a party with others vs with Clarke. Also.... push up bra and necklace between the boobs 😳)

This one right here - Brat!Lexa..... need I say more? 🤭🤭🤭 it's not wonder Clarke loves to hate her so much 🤭

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Ok but like Clexa picking out a stroller and trying to figure out how the they fold up and unfold?? Like if they can't figure out a stroller how the hell are they gonna figure out a baby? 😂

It's one of those that promises to be easily foldable, and it's also pretty high-end, so they were excited to get it. Even more so, it was a baby shower gift by Clarke's parents, which means they did not have to spend the money on it.

Of course, Clarke was adamant she'd try it first, citing some concern for Lexa to do it with how pregnant she is at that point. Lexa is holding the instructions, reading then carefully and relying them to Clarke as clearly as she can. And Clarke... she's trying. She really is. It shouldn't be too hard, press a button, give it a good shake, and you got a folded baby stroller. Unfolding it was a breeze but folding it? Somehow, it is only possible if done by an engineer.

And Lexa is getting frustrated. She's staring at the instructions and the whole thing is so simple, she cannot understand why Clarke doesn't get it. As yes, she has been more snappy lately, that's for sure, blame it on the baby pressing on her ribs all day, but she really, how hard can it be? Clarke feels like she's going insane when Lexa finally demands she let her try it because "it is so simple Clarke!"

And she presses the button and shakes the stroller and the whole thing doesn't budge.

"See?"

"I'm sure if you just give it a good press-" She does. Nothing.

For one hour, the stroller stays in the middle of the living room, mocking them.

"Maybe I should call my dad." Maybe they really do need an engineer.

"No, we can do this." Lexa is determined, passing around with her hands on her back, studying the stupid thing.

"I think we should admit defeat babe."

Lexa will stare at her with a determinate expression and watery eyes, "No!" Its a little too agressive and it immediately has Clarke raising an eyebrow.

"What's wrong?" Concern is immediately evident in Clarke's voice and Lexa finally lets her walls down.

"If we can't even figure out a stroller, how are we going to figure out an entire new human being?" Deep calming breathes to avoid the tears, that's what Lexa's been teaching herself to do during this entire pregnancy.

"Love, a stroller is not a metaphor for a baby. There will never be a right and wrong button when it comes to dealing with the baby. And much like the stroller, if we can't figure it out, its okay to ask for help, no one will think we are incompetent for it, i promise."

A kiss on the forehead and a back rub later, Clarke calls her dad for help.

Turns out, the damned thing was broken and nearly made Lexa go into labor the moment Jake fixed and it snapped closed.