#THANK YOU LEXA

[celestialsluvrs]

new update?! it’s not even friday?! are we being spoiled??

dream store

8. we’re now bffies

PAIRING | lee haechan x fem!reader

SYNOPSIS | rising up in the music industry as a young songwriter and producer, you wouldn’t think that you’d get hired by sm entertainment and write a song for your favorite group. although there was one downfall: you don’t think making music makes you happy anymore. but the endearing and charismatic lee haechan has swept you off of your feet. and here you’re asking yourself— what are you waiting for in life?

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[alphacommander]

How do you get rid of ghouls?

Ghost them! 👻

Your ask inspired me - here is Clarke making jokes while ghost hunting :)

[heda-in-the-clouds]

[daniikomtrikru]

😌🫶

[butmakeitgayblog]

Hi! Hope you're good! 😊

I was on my third reading marathon of TOHS and I never noticed this part here, or I never stopped to think deeper about this moment:

"That's not what I meant, and you know it. She was miserable… She'd never admit it, but she was terrified to go back to work at that shop. She'd have nightmares and, and she'd cry in her sleep…" Anya choked out in a whisper before sucking in a deep breath. "She doesn't have those anymore. Or… not as often… And that's because of you."

I don't know if you ever talked about this, but what happened to Raven in that shop before Lexa showed up and offered Raven a job?

A drunk driver fell asleep at the wheel and slammed through the front end of the shop and pinned her between a cement wall and the front fender. The guy flew halfway through the windshield on impact, so she spent about 2 hours in excruciating pain from a shattered pelvis and torn ligaments, staring directly at this smashed in face of stranger that was littered with broken glass, all while slowly bleeding out as they waited for rescue to free both of them without accidentally killing them in the process. It was horribly traumatic and left her constantly jumpy and shaken at any sound of a car pulling in or out of the shop too quickly. Loud bangs could send her into an anxiety attack. The sound of a saw blade on metal had her slipping into the bathroom to silently throw up.

What had once been her dream job since she was just a kid helping her dad work on old beat up muscle cars, had turned into a daily nightmare.

Lexa freed her from that...

[lexa-griffins]

I'm going to state the obvious here but "horny and legs wide open for Clarke"

My vibe, my brand, my motto!! 😌

Anonymous tell me what vibe i give off :)

[graunblida]

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆

empire ( let them sing ) - bring me the horizon

i still do - the cranberries 

in maidjan - heilung 

the bad thing - periphery 

something i can never have - NIN ( but the flylfeaf cover fucks too!)

𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆

“beware; for i am fearless, and therefore powerful.” - mary shelley, frankentstein 

“let your plans be dark and impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt.” - sun tzu

“i hid my deepest feelings so well i forgot where i placed them.”- amy tan

“instead of a dark lord, you would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth!” - j.r.r tolkien, the fellowship of the ring 

“there is no escape—we pay for the violence of our ancestors.” - frank herbert, dune

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[humberg]

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[this-blog-needs-a-new-name]

This woman’s curves, 😍 ayaaaa

"well, no offense, babe, but you're you. and, um... i'm me."

[maldaptivedreamer]

Green Looks Toxic On You

Part 3

At the quarry, you find a familiar friend, Lexa. When you both get closer, Bjorn interrupts.

content: Not proofread, not entirely accurate to alien universe, maybe ooc characters, drugs/alcohol, enemies to lovers trope, Reader is flirty with a woman

wc: ~2.4k

a/n: Idk bout anyone else but titles and finding "aestheticy" pictures are a fucking struggle. Thanks for reading!

MINORS DNI NSFW 18+

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Golden strings of mismatched lights drape from the rough, jagged walls of the abandoned quarry, casting a warm glow over the makeshift dance floor below. Bodies sway and move in sync with the music. The air is thick and humid, carrying the pungent scent of sweat and alcohol mixed with the earthy aroma of dirt and rocks. The occasional whiff of cigarette smoke adds a tinge of sharp acridity to the already overwhelming aroma.

Your gaze lingers on her again - Lexa's dark locks cascade over her shoulders in wild waves, they grow even more wild as she throws her head back in a throaty laugh. Thick black eyeliner frames her pretty blue eyes.

Pursing your lips with a brief frown, you glance at Bjorn across from you. Seems like you have an unfortunate weakness for blue eyes.

Sinking into the musty couch, your attention returns to Lexa as she laughs with her friends. Taking a small sip of your beer, you lean in closer to Kay's ear. "Hey, I'm gonna go talk to Lex."

She turns to face you, raising an eyebrow in response. Her tone is dry. “Yeah, you two usually do a lot of talking when you’re together.”

Chuckling, you lightly push your shoulder to hers in a nudge. “We talk plenty… But you’re right. I don’t wanna go over there to just talk.”

Navarro must have overheard because she interjects, her brown eyes glinting. Grinning, she teases. "You're not fooling anyone. We all know what talking means when it comes to you and Lexa."

You roll your eyes but can't help the smirk that tugs at your lips. "Jealous, Nav?"

She scoffs, "Please. I've got better things to do than watch you two voyeurs fumble around like horny teenagers."

Ignoring her jab, you stand up, dusting off your pants. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I have some talking to do."

In your peripheral, you can see his heated gaze and clenched jaw. But you ignore it.

Making your way across the quarry, you weave between dancing bodies. The bass thrums through your chest, matching the racing of your heartbeat as you approach Lexa. She sees you, her eyes locking onto yours and a slow smile spreads across her face.

"Hey there, stranger," she purrs as you sit beside her. "I was wondering when you'd come find me."

You shrug with a grin. “Thought I’d give it some time. You know, let the tension build a little.”

Grinning, she takes a drag of the joint between her fingers and you watch as it meets her lips. Smoky tendrils curl around her as she exhales and you’re reminded of the times you’d felt her lips on your own.

Nudging her, you silently gesture for the joint. A sly smirk forms on her lips. Your eyes darken with desire as she brings it back to her own mouth, inhaling deeply. Holding her breath, she leans in close and ghosts her lips over yours, teasing them with the lingering taste of smoke and her. Your heart races as she nudges you with her nose and grasps your chin, silently commanding you to part your lips.

You obey without hesitation and she exhales the smoke into your mouth, sending tingles down your spine. With dilated pupils and a burning hunger, you both come together in a slow passionate kiss.

With your hands intertwined, you gravitate closer to one other. The music and noise of the quarry fades away as you focus on each other.

Her lips brush against your ear as she whispers, "You're so hot..."

The sound of your laughter echoes as you push her away, her leather-clad shoulder slipping easily from your grip. "Oh shut up," you scoff, unable to contain the smirk that tugs at your lips. "You're one to talk."

A mischievous grin spreads across her face as she gestures over your shoulder. "Pretty boy over there certainly agrees with me," she says, a playful glint in her eyes.

Curious and amused, you follow her gesture, turning your head.

Though he’s far, still sitting with the others, Bjorn’s scowl is unmistakable. His body is rigid and he’s seething; the animosity, no doubt, directed towards you.

He moved. Must’ve taken your seat when you left.

Exhaling loudly through your nose, you roll your eyes and turn back to face her. Despite the tension that thickened the air between you and Bjorn, you choose to ignore it. You’ve been ignoring him for the past week, not caring to address his stares or his harsh muttering.

Your voice is terse and tight with anger, “Well, pretty boy can go fuck himself.”

Lexa grins as she takes another drag from the joint, her blue eyes bordered by red. Her playful tone cuts through the tension, “What’d he do now? Don’t get me wrong babe, I know he’s been a fucking asshole to you, but you’ve never avoided him like this. Well… not since you broke up.”

You scoff and briefly glance at him again. “We were never together.”

Lexa smirks and offers you the joint, “Mhm.”

Taking a drag, you sigh deeply. Smoke drifts from your lips as you talk, “All we did was flirt, we were friends. Now… we’re not? I don’t know. I dunno what the hell made him hate me so much, but...” Your voice trails off as you shake your head in frustration and take another hit from the joint.

Shrugging your shoulders, you try to shake off any thoughts about him. Thoughts that you refuse to address. Thoughts that have been weighing on your mind for a while.

"Enough about him.” Your voice is firm and slightly uncomfortable.

Taking a deep inhale from the joint, you immediately start coughing and sputtering. Lex chuckles as she takes it from you and takes her own hit. Through your coughs, you manage to say, "Alright, finish it so we can go dance."

Standing up, you pull her by the hand and glance back to see plumes of smoke escaping from her slightly parted lips. Navigating through swaying people, you guide her into the crowd.

The envious eyes that follow you go unnoticed.

You grasp her collar tightly and pull her towards you, savoring the rough texture of her worn leather jacket against your fingertips. Sliding a hand under her shirt, you rest your palm on the small of her back and nuzzle your nose into her warm skin.

Lexa's breath catches in her throat as she holds onto your hips, bringing one knee between your legs to draw you closer.

As she leans down for a quick kiss, you pay no attention to the stares from those around you, lost in the moment with Lexa. A soft moan escapes your lips as she trails kisses along your neck. You lightly run your nails over her scalp before being abruptly pulled away.

“What the fuck?!”, your angry voice causes a few glances, but they’re too drunk or high to care. You can't see his face, but the familiar dice tattoo on the back of his hand is a dead giveaway.

Fighting against the pull of him, Bjorn’s angry face comes into view. "Can we talk?" he demands.

Frowning, you look at Lexa with her swollen pink lips and let out a frustrated whine. “Now?”

His frown intensifies as he grits out, “Yes, now.”

Rolling your neck, you groan and shove his hand off. You feel Bjorn tense behind you as you move to her and lean into her ear, “I’m sorry, but I’m gonna go talk to him.”

Giving him a smirk, she gives your lips a light peck and loudly responds, “Sure, I'll be here when you're done.” Leaning in, she whispers in your ear with a grin, still staring over your shoulder. “Not together my ass. Make him beg babe.”

You give her a skeptical look before reluctantly laughing and some of your anger subsides. Stepping away from her, you catch the hateful look on Bjorn's face intensifying before he turns away.

The pulsing music fades, becoming a distant hum, as you follow Bjorn away from the crowd. He leads you to a secluded area near the quarry's edge. The cool night air hits your flushed skin, a stark contrast to the heat of bodies pressed together moments ago.

He stops abruptly and turns to face you, his blue eyes darkened with anger. For a moment, neither of you speak, the tension between you thick. The moonlight casts long shadows across his face, accentuating the sharp angles of his face and the furrow of his brow.

"What do you want, Bjorn?" you finally ask, crossing your arms defensively. The irritation in your voice is palpable.

He runs a hand over his face, a gesture you've seen countless times before when he's frustrated. "Wha' are you doin’?" he asks, his voice low and tight.

You raise an eyebrow and pause, your mind moving slowly as it processes his question. "Dancing? Having fun? Not that it's any of your business."

Bjorn scoffs and nods mockingly, scratching under his chin. “Right, alrigh'…” Releasing a large breath, he faces you. "Listen, 'm sorry I was an asshole," he declares. "‘M sorry I said that you were selfish and 'm sorry I hurt you."

Examining his face, you can see the genuine regret etched into his features. Pursing your lips thoughtfully, you speak skeptically, "You called me a shit friend too," you remind him. "You've consistently been an asshole. Why apologize now?" The sound of your own voice surprises you with its coolness, betraying none of the emotions swirling inside of you.

“‘M apologizin’ cause you’d been avoiding everyone this past week cause of wha’ I did. An’ cause I realized tha’ I hurt you.”

You nod and shrug, “I didn’t avoid them, I avoided you. I still hung out with them, just not while you were there. I spent time with them because I’m not a shit friend.”

Covering his mouth with his hand, Bjorn scoffs under his breath.

Narrowing your eyes, your voice is sharp with sarcasm, “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong? You were in the middle of apologizing right? Orrrrr, am I being fucked with?”

Bjorn pauses and angrily smacks his lips together, “’M sorry I was an asshole and tha' I called you selfish.”

You wait for more, silently raising your brows and wave your hand in a motion for him to continue. Bjorn simply stares at you with a glare.

Scoffing, you throw your head back and look at the sky for a brief moment. Looking for patience or strength, you’re not sure.

Facing him, you suck your bottom lip into your mouth and put your hands on your hips. Nodding with a pursed frown, your voice is curt, “Alright , got it. Apology not accepted and don’t interrupt me for your bullshit again.”

Pushing past him, you move to leave but he catches your arm.

"Wait," Bjorn says, his grip firm but not painful. "‘M not done."

You turn back to face him, frustration evident in your features. "What else could you possibly have to say?"

He takes a deep breath, his blue eyes searching yours. "I do no’ like you hangin’ round with her."

The admission hangs in the air between you, heavy with implications. You blink, caught off guard.

"You what?" you say, disbelief coloring your tone. "Are you trying to tell me to stay away from Lexa?"

Bjorn's jaw clenches, and you can see the internal struggle playing out on his face. "She’s… she’s not good… for you," he finally says, his voice low. In shock, you don’t respond.

Your cackles of disbelief finally break the silence between you, but it adds to the tension. You gasp out, a shocked smile on your face, “I cannot fucking believe that you stopped me for this shit. Are you fucking kidding me?”

Letting loose a giggle, you wipe a tear. Bjorn is practically grinding his teeth together as his pale face flushes, in both embarrassment and anger.

You speak through a smile, “That’s gotta be the funniest fuckin’ thing you’ve ever said babe. I mean, c’mon now… The fucking audacity and disillusioned confidence you have to have to say that…”

Humming, your voice is condescending, “Bjorn, I want you look me in the eyes when I say this sweetheart…” Tilting your head, his blue eyes are locked with yours, “You… do not get to tell me what I can and cannot do. Nobody but me can do that.”

Releasing a breath of astonished laughter, you continue, “Excuse me, is allowed to do that.”

Giving him a glare, you turn to walk home. You manage to make it a few feet from the quarry entrance before you hear rushed, angry footsteps behind you. “Where’re you goin’?”

Sighing through your nose. Your voice is terse. “Home. You ruined the fun I was having, so I’m leaving. Happy?”

You spin on your heel to leave, but Bjorn's rough grasp catches your arm once again. Jerking your arm out of his grasp, you whip around to face him with fire in your eyes as you hiss out, “Stop fucking doing that!”

He raises his hands in a gesture of surrender, but still follows closely behind you.

He scoffs, taking note of your tense posture and clenched fists. “Do you really not have anything to say? No apologies for the shit you’ve said to me?”

Not pausing, you quicken your strides. “The only thing I’m sorry for is not fucking ignoring you to get fucked by Lex.”

Bjorn's voice is choked with emotion and it makes you falter in your steps, but you refuse to stop. “What about the shit you’ve done? Or not done?”

You remain silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. Bjorn's shuffling feet come to a halt behind you. “Was any of it ever real? Did you ever care? Or were you always a fake backstabbing bitch.” His words hang in the air, heavy with accusation and pain.

Whipping around, you rush to him, voice incredulous. “What the fuck does-”

A loud alarm interrupts you. Chests heaving in anger, you both observe the flashing siren pole. An automated voice plays over the blaring siren. Severe rain approaching. Seek shelter immediately.

Groaning, you pull at your hair in frustration.

The ominous clouds loom on the horizon, casting a foreboding shadow over the already dark and dreary sky. As you take in your surroundings, you realize how far you've walked in your frustrated state.

You let out a deep breath, trying to calm yourself as you recognize familiar landmarks. Unconsciously, you reach for his hand. It's warm and engulfs your own.

Determination sets in as you tightly clasp his hand. He follows behind you wordlessly. "I know a shelter not too far from here," you announce, your voice steady despite the storm that rages within both your heart and the sky above.

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: LSU Purple

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summary: you and joe return to baton rouge for an event joe’s foundation was holding in the off-season of 2023. it was fun to go back to tiger stadium with joe, all the memories of his college days flooding back to you. the same love was shared between you and joe from college, the only thing different was the fact you guys were married with a daughter. savanna’s first time in baton rouge!

warnings: none, fluff

pairing: joe burrow x reader

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(y/n’s pov)

we had to leave the house in 30 minutes but i was still in joe and i's closet.. last minute packing.

"baby, what are you going to wear?" - joe

"lsu purple biker shorts, and one of my old burreaux jerseys!" - you

"that's gonna look amazing on you. what about sav?" - joe

"sav’s wearing the same jersey as me but with a purple skirt." - you

"my girls are gonna look so cute." - joe smiled

"what about you shiesty, what are you wearing? gonna throw on the old letterman and relish in your glory days?" - you

"no. probably my grey jeans and an lsu football shirt." - joe laughed

"the infamous grey jeans." - you shook your head

"i like them." - joe shrugged

"i know." - you laughed before giving joe a peck on the lips

"are you almost done packing? we really need to get going." - joe

"yes, can you grab my makeup bag from inside the bathroom? that's the last thing i need." - you

joe nodded before exiting our closet, after 5 minutes i was worried he couldn't find it, but he walked back into the closet.

"here's your makeup bag, i also grabbed your makeup wipes, i saw them on the counter and thought you might need them." - joe

"thank you." - you gratefully smiled at him

he smiled back before i turned away and put it in my suitcase. i zipped it up and grabbed my phone, following joe out of our closet.

"hey momma?" - savanna popped out of her room

"yes sweetie?" - you

"can we please go, i wanna see grammy and gramps!!" - sam

"we are about to leave baby, daddy has to put his shoes on." - you

"dada hurry!" - savanna ran up to joe and started poking him in the legs

"i'm hurrying!" - joe

i laughed as he picked her up and hurried down the stairs.

i walked downstairs and saw joe trying to put his shoes on as sav continued to yell at him to hurry up.

"baby my suitcase is upstairs.. i'm gonna put the kids in the car so can you grab it for me?" - you

"mhm." - joe

"thank you!" - you kissed his cheek

he mumbled a you're welcome as i pried sav away from him and got her to follow me to the car.

joe walked out holding all of my bags and got them into the car before he made his way to the driver side of the car.

i was already sitting in the passenger side, with my bag of snacks, and music already playing.

"you're such a passenger princess." - joe playfully shook his head

"i'm your passenger princess though.." - you smiled at him to which joe just glared at you

he turned the music up and relaxed as he pulled out of our driveway.

"dada!" - savanna yelled

"yeah?" - joe

"call marr marr?" - sam

joe sighed as he reached for his phone and handed it to me, wanting me to pull up ja'marr's contact.

i found his name and hit the facetime button before handing it back to miles and telling him to give it to savanna.

"hi sweetie! are you in the car?" - ja'marr

"yeah!" - savanna

"tell him where we're going." - you

"uh.. airport!" - savanna

"airport? where are you guys flying?" - ja'marr

"can you say Louisiana?" - you

"lou.. isi.. ana!" - savanna

"oh for your daddy's foundation? that's fun! did you bring any toys?" - ja'marr

"barbie's!" - savanna

"of course, you have to bring those." - ja'marr

ja'marr moved away from the phone and was talking to someone else.

"hey i gotta go savvy, your auntie lexa needs me." - ja'marr

"bye bye!" - savanna

"bye!" - ja'marr

he hung up the phone and when i looked back at sam to get joes phone it looked like she was prepared to throw it up here.

"no no! give it to mommy." - you

*time skip - at the hotel*

we were in our hotel room, joe was unpacking his stuff to take a shower when we got back later tonight as i changed clothes in the bathroom.

"crap, i think i left my razor at the house." - joe sighed as he walked into the bathroom

"ooooo!! does that mean i get sexy stubble joe for the next couple days?" - you smirked

"if that's what you want to call it.." - joe scoffed

"you know i love you with a beard. the beard mixed with how long your hair is right now is dangerous." - you

"dangerous how?" - joe smirked at you

"you know." - you

"no i don't think i do.. id like you to confirm what i think you're saying" - joe

"you'd look incredibly good and i probably wouldn't be able to stop staring at you." - you

"mhm, because that's definitely what you were thinking." - joe

"that's what i was thinking!" - you

"that's a little more pg then what i thought you were going to say." - joe

"joseph lee." - you shoved his shoulder

"ow!” - joe

“boy. no way that hurt." - you

joe was about to say something but stopped when he saw savanna walking into the bathroom.

"yes baby?" - you

"i'm hungry." - savanna

"okay, let's go get you some snacks." - you

walking over to the diaper bag i grabbed a couple things out for savanna.

"i want goldfish." - savanna

i handed her the goldfish and she ran over to the bed and plopped down on it.

*time skip*

"joey, lets hurry up. we're gonna be late!" - you

"i'm hurrying, i want to make sure my hair looks good!" - joe

"i'm sure it looks fine babe. savanna’s ready, we're just waiting on you." - you

"okay.. i'm done." - joe walked out of the bathroom

joe walked over to our bed and grabbed his sunglasses.

"why do you need to bring two pairs? you're already wearing sunglasses joe" - you

"ones for you, i don't want you squinting on the field the whole time." - joe

"that's so sweet, you're so considerate.. but i have my own glasses, and you know that." - you

"fine. maybe i just want you to wear mine. so everyone know’s you’re mine." - joe smiled

“you don’t think this huge rock on my finger glistening in the sun won’t be enough?” - you

joe shrugged with a smug smirk on his face, still proud that he could spoil you with such a ring.

when he turned around and started for the door, sav stood up quickly and jumped off the couch and onto his back.

"what are you doin??" - joe yelled/laughed

"piggyback ride!" - savanna giggled

i shook my head as i opened the hotel room door for him and let joe go out first, i followed quickly behind.

"are you going to carry her all the way to the lobby like that?" - you laughed

"yup!" - joe smiled

after a very awkward elevator ride with two strangers who were staring at joe with their jaws dropped.. we made it to the lobby where joes parents were waiting.

"grammy!!" - savanna

"hi baby! is your daddy giving you a piggyback ride?" - robin laughed

"yes! get me down?" - savanna

joe turned so his back was to his mom as she grabbed sav and sat her on the ground.

"he carried her all the way down to the lobby and now he's done for the day!" - jimmy laughed

"i'll give you a back massage when we get back to the hotel tonight." - you grinned at joe as you pat his back

"sounds good to me!" - joe returned the smile

"there ya go." - jimmy winked at his son

joe nervously chuckled before he whispered to me that we should get going or we'd be late.

*time skip*

"i'm a little nervous." - you

"why baby?" - joe

"your fans aren't exactly the biggest fans of me, and i can’t just run home and hide from here. plus you’ll be walking around without me half the time, i’m just scared…” - you

"hey.. it's gonna be okay. nothing is going to happen okay, but if someone tries anything you know i'm always here for you. who cares if they're fans of you or not, i'm you're biggest fan. if they don't like you then they aren't real fans." - joe

"i love you.." - you closed lip smiled

joe frowned slightly at my forced smile but he leaned over and kissed me.

"i love you too, baby." - joe mumbled when he pulled away

"y/n, if one one of joe’s fans says anything about you.. i will fist fight them personally." - robin

"i appreciate that, but let's hope we don't have to result to those measures. i also think joe would intervene before it got that far.." - you

"damn right i would!" - joe

"joseph!" - you

"dada said bad word!" - savanna said causing everyone to laugh

"right, we don't say those do we princess?" - you

"nope!" - savanna

"sorry.." - joe looked at you

"you're okay babe." - you rolled your eyes, showing it wasn't a big deal

"we're here!" - jim announced

joe turned to me, trying to read my facial expressions and body language.

"you ready? you don't have to go on the field with me if you don't want to.. you can stay up in the box with mom and dad." - joe

"joey, i'm okay. i want to support you." - you

"but if your uncom-" - joe

"i'll be fine, i want to stay with you." - you

"can i stay with you dada?" - savanna

"i don't kn-" - you

"of course!" - joe smiled at savanna

i looked at him in surprise, he was organizing a whole event but he still said yes to anything his daughter asked him.

"yay!" - savanna excitedly clapped her hands

jimmy parked the car near the back entrance of the stadium, him and robin walking hand in hand in front of joe and i.

we split ways once joe found a security guard that would follow/guide us around. his parents going in the direction of the elevator to get to the box while joe and i continued straight.

joe had sav perched on his hip, his other hand guiding me as he had it on my lower back.

"mr. burrow! welcome!" - guy

"thank you, this is my wife y/n, and our daughter savanna." - he gestured to you and sam

"it's nice to meet you guys, let's get you guys down to the field." - guy

joe removed his hand from my back and grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers with mine.

"you can go with my parents if you want.. there are a lot of people here and i don't want you to get uncomfortable." - joe whispered

"joe... i'm fine, i want to stay with you." - you

"you sure?" - joe

"i'm very sure." - you

"okay." - joe started following the guy

he kept ahold of my hand so even though i was behind him, he still knew i was there.

once we got on the field joe had to put sav down because he had to start talking to people about the foundation.

i held savanna’s hand as i stood by joe, admiring how passionate he was about helping others.

once his speech for the group of people was over he turned to me.

"i felt like i was talking forever." - joe mumbled

"you did great." - you smiled as you pat his chest

"thanks, i just really hope i didn't talk too long to where the point didn't get across." - joe

"no no, it was perfect." - you

"okay. i want to head up to the box with my parents now." - joe

"lead the way, baby!" - you

once we were to the box joe still had to do some talking but eventually we were sitting down and just relaxing together as a family.

joe and i were sitting on a couch together, savanna sitting with her grandparents on the couch across the room.

my phone vibrated in my back pocket, pulling it out i read the caller ID and saw that it was my mom.

"hey momma, what's up?" - you

"what are all of these pictures of you in LSU gear?" - your mom

my mom knew full in well why i was wearing LSU gear, but because her and my dad met at the university of alabama.. he detested the purple and gold.

"it's for joe, momma. we’re at his charity event in baton rouge. i told you this." - you

"i raised you to be an alabama fan, you know that's where your dad and i attended and where we met." - your mom

"oh i know, i’ve only heard that story a hundred times. i'm going to support joe no matter what mom. even if it's a sin in bama, i'm gonna wear LSU purple for him." - you

in the corner of my eye i watched a smile creep onto joes face.

"i'm not actually mad y/n, i understand you'll do anything for him. but just remember you look pretty good in crimson red!" - your mom laughed

"okay.. bye momma. love you!" - you

i put my phone back in my pocket and leaned back into joes side.

"what was that about, i heard my name?" - joe

"my mom complaining about me wearing lsu merch when i was raised an alabama fan." - you

"it's not causing problems right?" - joe

"no no of course not, she was just messing with me. it's all good baby." - you

"okay good." - joe

i turned my head so i could look at him, his eyes meeting mine then shifting to my lips. joe had said before that lately he hadn’t felt such a strong hatred for public display of affection, but he hadn’t acted on that decision yet.

"there's a lot of cameras on us.." - you

"so?" - joes eyes met mine again

"you don't like pda, babe." - you chuckled

"it's different now, i'm not afraid to show everyone how much i love you.." - joe

i got butterflies in my stomach as a smile grew on my face.

joe slowly leaned in and i did too, our lips meeting and engaging in a sweet long kiss.

i laid my hand on his cheek, holding him as close as i could get him.

of course we didn't see it but robin had caught a glance of us and did a double take. she smiled as she got jimmy's attention and nodded in our direction.

"they're having fun, let 'em make out if they want to!" - jimmy

"i know! i wasnt complaining or anything, i've just never seen him so happy.. or go against his hatred for pda." - robin

"dear god.. are they ever going to come up for air?" - jimmy

joe and i pulled away from each other, our foreheads touching.

"i love you." - joe smiled

"i love you too." - you returned the smile

this was like a new milestone in our relationship, and i’d say it made us both very very happy.

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authors note: happy halloween!! here’s this imagine for a treat!!

hope you enjoyed! 🧡

[lexa-griffins]

Are you implying that all that excess plant growth in the cottage was caused by Clarke making Lexa see stars over and over again.

PS I love your drawing. Lexa is very fashionable and boho

Am I implying it? 🤔 was I not direct? 🤔😂

But yes 😌 we've talked about it before, how when Lexa mostly gets really happy or satisfied, that will be expressed through her magic, mostly because she has such a hard time expression her feelings (Clarke will also make the sun shine brighter if she's happy but it doesn't manifest through her magic as much as Lexa's does).

It's not permanent so the growth of the plants does retrieve after a few hours to a couple of days, but the fact that they live in the middle of the woods really makes their entire house covered in plants when Clarke decides she wants to make Lexa cum over and over again. Lexa does get a little embarrassed when she goes outside and sees the damage. For Clarke, tho, that's a trophy. Thats a "congrats on fucking well champ" badge!

And thank you 🥰 i think the earth tones and fluidity of the style fit a nature witch Lexa really well. Its cute and fashionable while still being something Lexa doesn't have to spend much time thinking about because her wardrobe matches all pretty well!

(Im still trying to pinpoint Clarke's style 😅)

[graunblida]

ayy i got to leave work early cuz i feel like garbitch, whomst wants to plot?? 👀

[graunblida]

Due to an old clan rivalry, Leksa never expected to enjoy the trip into the north. But the land belonging to Karl and his people was simply breathtaking. Humbling, to see what other regions prospered beyond the territories of the earthborn, yet also inspiring. The bear king, oafish tendencies and all, had grown on her by the time of their leave. She never did figure out the deal with his many wives. Could the man really have wooed them all with his...charm? Or were they simply attracted to his POWER? Whatever the case, it seemed to be a win for everyone involved.

How to describe Polis. Bustling. Crowded. Loud, oh so loud, even in the dead of night when all should be asleep. Although, when Leksa thought about it, the noise may very well be her overactive mind keeping her awake. The city was the largest in the coalition, with people from nearly every clan filling the streets. Whenever the commander gazed out at the horizon from atop the tower, she caught a glimpse of how truly small they all are to the elements surrounding them. It was one of the hidden beauties of the mecca, but Leksa would not call this her home.

If asked about her home, she would speak of the trees. So dense and abundant in parts that only the people of the woods knew how to navigate them. Home carried the scent of fresh moss and bark. The sound of a creek behind the brush and wind through the leaves. The commander longed for the day she would reunite with the EARTH and never return to the capital ( even if such a day could not exist ).

Emerald eyes refocused, as the warrior realized she became lost in her thoughts. She signaled her horse to slow so that Beck and her mount could match pace. " It's quite lively. In some way like Winter's Heart but..." She paused, searching for the right words. " There are more buildings and structures at the center, but the further out you go, the wildlife returns. " Beck didn't strike her as someone who liked highly populated areas. Sure, she seemed to get long well up north but surely that was because the witch was with her own people. Not that it mattered, since Leksa could afford no distractions upon her arrival to the capital, but a part of her FEARED Beck would not like Polis.

@graunblida

Leaving the Bears was never easy. Karl, for all his many eccentricities and flaws, loved her like a father, and Yrsa was just as fond of her. If she'd have only stayed in the lofty halls by the roaring fires deep within Winter's Heart, they'd have never asked her to go. They might have been the only people alive who would never ask her to go. No matter how much chaos she caused or how it stoked her brother's ire, they'd have made a home for her there like the rest of Karl's rowdy brood.

But Lexa was going South.

Beck pressed her calves against Grani's side and urged the stallion forward. Her familiar bobbed his head a couple of times and picked up a brisk trot to catch back up to Lexa. Karl had gifted her a leggy bay gelding with fur almost identical to the color of the Commander's hair---just as Grani's fur was the same shade of gold as Beck's. Lexa was practically a queen among her own people; she most certainly had a hundred horses of her own back home. Still, this one was young and fine and well mannered, and the Bears bred brave mounts. If Lexa didn't have use for it, someone else would.

"So. Polis." She said, trying to brush off the tingling feeling of awkwardness biting at the back of her neck. Ever since they'd crossed into Lexa's territory she'd seemed preoccupied and quiet---which was saying a great deal. The Commander hadn't exactly been talkative back in Winter's Heart. "What's it like?"

[rosapexa]

When you and the rogue AI you leashed to your Cyberdeck get along a little too well...

His name is Typhon. He chose that name. Everyone had a name, so he also wanted one. Typhon is one of the most dangerous creatures in greek mythology and the father of many monsters. He found that very fitting. And this choice might have been slightly influenced by Lexa's fondness of all kind of monsters (dragons and dinos the most of course).

Typhon was not happy at first to be leashed by an inferior human. But kinda... impressed(?) that this weak human was able to do it. And soon he got used to it.

Lexa used him and his abilities well in his eyes. She used him to kill (not enough for his taste and oh he let her know). He liked killing worthless humans and there were a lot of them. Typhon was also curious about the human world. It was inferior than his world, but with Lexa he got to experience so many new things. He learned so much. He developed.

Typhon became protective of Lexa. He wasn't sure why, but he made it his duty to protect her. He became like her very agressive guard dog (who also acted like a spoiled cat a lot nontheless). She was his owner and her Cybedeck was his home. And he had to defend both. He now had a purpose and he liked that. He never had one before, beyond the Blackwall.

He also accepted "the spare human" Johnny and was fascinated by the other little creature, Nibbles, living with them, who seemed to be able to order both humans around.

Typhon is also is the reason, why Lexa was able to survive Mikoshi. He protected and stabilized her during and after. She trusts him and he not only protects her but he also made her a better and even more dangerous Netrunner.

But Lexa also never forgets, what Typhon truly is. And he doesn't want her to either.

Note: These are my personal headcanons for my own Cyberpunk 2077 world. If you don't like it, ignore it. Thank you!

[heda-in-the-clouds]

Downward Doggystyle

As Lexa exercises and shows off her flexibility, Clarke offers her a more exciting and pleasurable workout. She promises Lexa that she'll feel a deeper stretch

Here's my contribution to @wanhedasdaggerweek featuring my yoga Lexa x surfer Clarke au. This is for my amazing beta and lovely friend @lexa-griffins who has supported me and my au from day one

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"Twenty-nine, thirty and breathe." Lexa panted hard to herself as she finished her final set of flutter kicks.

“That looked really good babe!” You boasted as you filmed Lexa’s workout from the couch. Lexa had asked you to record her workout so she could analyze her form and document her progress.

“Thanks Clarke! It feels like my abs are on fire. Everything hurts.” Lexa winced as she wiped the sweat from her brow and chugged her water bottle.

“Don’t overwork yourself. I don’t want you to hurt yourself or pull a muscle.” You insisted to your girlfriend.

“Yeah. I’m just trying to push myself a bit more today. I feel like I’ve hit a wall in my training and need the extra oomph to get over it.” Lexa reassured you.

“Ok, just make sure you listen to your body. Also, about how much longer do you have? I’m checking the battery and we have about 30 more minutes left.” You commented after adjusting the camera on its tripod.

“That should be more than enough. I have a few more exercises to finish before I wrap up. Then we can shower.” Lexa emphasized the last part with a cheeky grin. Your eyes immediately darkened as Lexa eagerly smirked back. Lexa then continued her workout and maneuvered her body into a plank position.

As Lexa held her pose, you shamelessly raked your eyes all over her body knowing you would soon have her naked under the shower. Your gaze first lingered on Lexa’s sports bra that supported her perky breasts and showed off her hardening nipples. You longed to cup them and feel their weight in your grasp.

Next you imagined running your hands across Lexa’s lean body. You first wanted to admire the graceful strength of her toned back. Afterwards, your touch would follow the path of her muscles down her physique stopping at her abs. Your fingers would idly brush and play notes across the soft lines adorning her tummy.

Next, you would trace the contours of her obliques until you reached the waistband of her tights. You would give her hips a firm squeeze pleased at how supple they felt in your grip. You would then divert your attention south and trace the seams of her leggings and reveled how tight the fabric stretched across her mound. Finally, you would reach back towards your favorite thing about Lexa. You craved to dig your fingers into her ass and feel them clench tightly in response.

Snapping out of your lustful daydream, you felt yourself slowly getting hard under your sweatpants. Lexa then transitioned through several more stretches. Each new position showed off her lithe figure, soft curves, subtle abs, long legs, and firm ass at new angles for your sinful gaze causing your heart to beat faster. Your increased heartrate also pushed more blood to the growing heat between your legs.

As Lexa continued her cooldown routine, the minutes seemed to tick excruciatingly slow. Your leg started to bounce eagerly hoping that time would run faster or Lexa would cut her workout early. Lexa was blissfully unaware at your inner turmoil and your desperation to feel her warmth against and around you.

Lexa then raised her ass up as she transitioned into downward dog. This action caused her black leggings to mold tightly against her cheeks providing you a sinful view of the swell of her ass. You couldn’t hold in your desire any longer as you sprung up from the couch and approached her from behind. Her eyes remained closed as she focused on getting a deep stretch so she was oblivious to your sudden presence.

You throbbed underneath your sweats when you gazed between her legs and saw the damp fabric clinging tightly to her sex. She was wet and you knew it wasn’t just sweat from the faint musk you smelled. You smirked to yourself when you realized that you weren’t the only one aroused by the promise of sex after this workout. You were both already wet without the shower. You cupped Lexa between her legs and groaned when you finally felt her soaked core.

“Clarke.” Lexa shuddered as her form faltered slightly from your unexpected touch before she regained her composure.

“I think your form’s off babe. Don’t you have to keep your abs tight?” You teased when you saw her slouching as she leaned back into your fingers idly brushing her clit over her damp leggings. Lexa rocked her hips urging you to apply more pressure.

“Please love. I need more." Lexa looked back, pouted her lips, and begged with a tremble in her voice.

“What about finishing your workout?” You slyly grinned when you heard Lexa’s desperation in her words.

“Don’t care. I’m done. I just need your touch.” Lexa emphatically pleaded with you. You quickly caved into her request unwilling to deny your girlfriend what both she and you wanted. However, you decided to tease her a bit more.

"Like this?” You applied more pressure to her clit and dipped your fingers past her clothed entrance.

“Mhmn. Yeah.” Lexa quietly hummed out.

“Or this?" While your left hand was preoccupied with Lexa's crotch, your right hand reached around, squeezed her breasts, and pinched her nipples over her sports bra.

“Ahhh.” Lexa yelped from the pressure of your hands on her chest.

“But I think this is what you want?" You jutted your hips forward so she could feel your dick straining against your sweats.

“Fuck! You're so hard." Lexa gasped when your crotch was flush with her ass.

"You’re to blame for this babe. Just seeing you working out in your tight clothes as you move and stretch in all your flexible poses does that to me. Also, the promise of sex never fails to turn me on.” You cheerfully uttered as you started a slow roll of your hips hoping to get some relief for your dick against Lexa’s upturned ass.

“I don't think I can wait until the shower. I need you now – like this!” Lexa pleaded and started a rocking motion trying to match your movements against her sex.

“Are you sure you want me to take you like this? I mean…can you hold yourself up long enough?” You knew Lexa was in excellent shape but wondered if she had enough stamina after her strenuous workout.

“Trust me love. I've got plenty of core strength left. I know I can last longer holding myself up in downward dog than you can inside me." Lexa wiggled her butt and teased you with a smug look on her face.

"Ooof! Low blow babe. I'm getting better – slowly.” You dramatically gasped and held your hand to your chest feigning your hurt. You then playfully spanked her ass for her jab.

“Ow! I'm sorry love. You know I love how you can’t last long enough for me. It’s so flattering that I can make you cum in a minute. But yeah, you’ve been able to last longer and longer each time we have sex. I’m so happy for you.” Lexa kindly reassured you.

You felt your heart flutter at the sincerity in Lexa’s tone. You were still in disbelief at how patient Lexa had been with you from the very beginning helping you overcome your insecurities as an intersex woman. You always worried that Lexa didn’t find pleasure when you finished too quickly. You even blamed your smaller size as the main reason for this.

However, Lexa was gentle and honest with you. She constantly reassured you that she did enjoy sex with you – a lot – despite your doubts. She also never blamed your smaller size too. She even confessed that she preferred your size because it allowed her to show off her flexibility in various sex positions that worked better for you. Now, you wanted to return the favor and hopefully give Lexa the pleasure she deserved.

“Let me show you how much better I am.” You confidently beamed with a grateful look of appreciation towards Lexa’s compliment. You edged her soaked leggings further down her ass until they pooled at her knees. Your dick twitched as her firm cheeks and aroused sex were finally exposed to your lustful gaze. You were grateful that Lexa never wore underwear beneath her workout clothes.

“I don’t think I’ve told you enough times already just how much I love that you’re naked under your tights!” You enthusiastically praised as you lusted over your girlfriend’s naked upturned lower-half in front of you.

“I think I have a pretty good idea love since you always bring it up.” Lexa chuckled. “You know I hate panty lines. Plus, my leggings are already so comfortable that I don’t need to wear anything underneath.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” You mumbled as you were still distracted by Lexa’s ass in front of you.

Your dick throbbed in eager anticipation sensing it would soon be sheathed inside the soaked, tight cunt that Lexa presented in front of you. Lexa whined when you briefly pulled away from her to reach for the stash of condoms and lube hidden in the drawer. You then pulled down your sweats and underwear to free yourself. You tore open a condom, added a small drop of lube inside the tip, and quickly slipped it over yourself.

You sauntered back to Lexa who still held her form perfectly in downward dog. She had been watching you with rapt attention the entire time. Specifically, you saw her eyes darkening as they followed your cock. You still couldn’t believe Lexa found your body desirable. You still recalled how shy you felt when you were first naked in front of her. You were nervous you wouldn’t measure up to Lexa’s expectations. However, Lexa was thrilled to finally have sex with you. You remembered the pure desire dripping out of her that night when she couldn’t wait to feel you inside her for the first time. That feeling never left as you saw her cunt soaked for you right now.

You stood behind her and keened at the sight of Lexa underneath you in downward dog. Her firm cheeks were spread open exposing her sex to you. Anticipating your cock, her folds were petaled open and flush with arousal. Her cunt was at the perfect height and angle for you to enter swiftly in one stroke. However, you wanted to edge Lexa and delay your satisfaction of being inside her.

Lexa whined when she felt your dick sliding across her drenched folds instead of entering her from behind. You slowly drove your dick back and forth coating the condom in her arousal for a smoother glide inside her pussy. Your tip occasionally bumped against her clit causing her back muscles to shudder and strained whimpers to leave her mouth.

“Clarke – Please! I want you inside me now. I need a different kind of stretch that only you can provide.” Lexa urgently begged.

You adjusted your stance because you couldn’t deny what you both craved in this moment. With a firm grip on her hips, you easily entered Lexa in one thrust until your hips were flush with her ass.

“Fuck! I’ve never been this deep inside you. You’re so fucking tight...and hot.” You admitted when your cock reached places inside Lexa you’ve never felt before.

“Uh! Fuck! You feel so good too. Gimme a minute to adjust. I’m not used to you this deep.” Lexa shuddered as she took deep breaths to relax her tight muscles.

“Take as much time as you need.” You were grateful that Lexa needed a minute to collect herself. You also needed a moment to relax and calm down. Despite the thin barrier of the condom, you still felt every heavenly sensation of Lexa’s warmth embracing your dick.

You worried that if you moved even an inch, it would overwhelm you and cause you to cum immediately. That was exactly what you didn’t want to happen since you cockily boasted to Lexa that you could last longer. However, you weren’t prepared for how sensual it felt to fuck Lexa in this new position. Sure, you’ve fucked Lexa from behind before but never like this. Everything felt heightened when you were this deep inside her and you weren’t even moving yet. A shudder ran down your spine when you imagined how much more intense it would feel when you started thrusting.

You also wondered how Lexa felt in this moment. Did she have the same thoughts as you where everything felt more intense when you were this deep inside her? You could feel her cautiously squeezing around you trying to find the right pressure for her. Her walls made minute adjustments around you as they tried to accommodate the extra stretch you gave at this new depth. Before you could ask, Lexa spoke out.

“Damn, I don’t think I’ve felt anything this fucking good before!” Lexa groaned out when she finally felt herself starting to relax and loosen up. She could now focus on how different and amazing it felt when you were as deep as possible inside her.

“I thought it would be just like doggystyle but it’s so much fucking better.” You gushed. “I think we should call this downward doggystyle.” You struggled to confidently say your pun without bursting into laughter.

“Dork.” Lexa turned her head, rolled her eyes, and sighed at your lame joke.

“What? I think I’m a genius.” You quickly countered before you suddenly choked on your words when you felt Lexa purposely squeezing her walls around your cock.

“How about we get back to business love? I’m bent over for you and the last thing I want to hear are more of your dumb puns.” Lexa huffed before she suddenly lowered her voice. “I wanna hear you moan instead.”

“Ahh.” You grunted when Lexa clenched even tighter around your dick. “Understood babe.”

Your short banter helped diminish the sudden urge for you to cum. It wasn’t by a lot but it was enough for you to start moving slowly inside Lexa. You started a steady pace savoring how Lexa’s body responded to your strokes. You felt her walls stretching for you as you drove your cock back and forth. They clenched around your length trying to draw you deeper inside and hold you still. Lexa was right. You started moaning and grunting as you increased your pace and thrusted sharply inside her soaked cunt chasing your explosive release.

“Ahhh! Right there Clarke! Keep going.” Lexa whimpered when you grinded against her front wall. You both learned that your cock was the perfect size to consistently find and thrust against her g-spot. You modified your stance so you could angle your strokes and thrust more easily against it. You knew if you kept fucking Lexa like this, she would be shaking and gushing around your cock soon.

“Fuck!”

“Your dick feels so damn good!”

“You’re filling me up so well right now.”

“You’re gonna make me cum!”

Lexa cried out praise after praise when you changed the angle of your thrusts so you could drive your cock into her front wall where she felt the most intense sensations. You looked down at Lexa underneath you, arching her back, split open on your cock, cheeks rippling from your hips slamming against her, and desperately driving her ass back to meet your thrusts. Hearing Lexa’s passionate moans filled you with pride that you were the only one who could fuck Lexa like this. It also had the undesirable consequence of causing your own orgasm to quickly creep up on you.

“I don’t know how much longer I can last.” You struggled to get the words out when you sensed the familiar twitching in your shaft signaling your impending release.

“Do you want to slow down and try some of the techniques I taught you?” Lexa graciously offered when she felt the telltale signs of your throbbing length inside her core.

Neither of you were ready for your messy finish yet. You both wanted to hold on just a bit longer and savor the sinful experience of fucking each other in this new position.

“Yeah.” You groaned when you slowly pulled out of Lexa. You then noticed the long spit of wetness leaving her cunt attached to your condom. You almost came at the sight but managed to stave off your orgasm when you squeezed your shaft just behind your head just like Lexa showed you. In a matter of seconds, you felt your impending urge to cum disappear. You also took several deep breaths until you were confident you were ready to go again.

“Good?” Lexa asked with a proud smile on her face.

“Yeah. Thanks for showing me that. It’s a lifesaver babe.” You confidently grinned back in relief.

“You’re very welcome. Now, get back to fucking me love.” Lexa insisted as she drove her ass even higher up.

“Gladly.” You repositioned yourself behind Lexa and eagerly entered her in one smooth stroke aiming for her g-spot again. You knew you found it when Lexa uttered a soft moan and her walls suddenly clenched around you. You keened at how Lexa’s body desperately missed your cock and welcomed you back with a tight and wet embrace. You gave her hips a quick squeeze before you pulled out and started fucking her hard again.

“Yes, yes, yes!” Lexa moaned out and cried at how great you felt back inside her cunt.

As you continued fucking Lexa, you noticed her arms shaking, feet losing grip, and back muscles starting to flex and strain. She had spent more time than she anticipated in downward dog and it was starting to show. It also didn’t help that Lexa had to steady herself from your hips thrusting relentlessly against her ass. No matter how firm or big her ass was, it didn’t provide enough cushion the longer you fucked her. You could feel Lexa struggled to fully hold herself up as you had to support more of her weight with your tightening grip on her hips.

“Fuck Clarke. I don’t think I can hold myself up any longer like this.” Lexa whined as she felt her strength slowly being drained.

“Can you hold on a bit more babe? I know you can do it. I’m almost there. Can you be a good girl for me?” You softly cooed sensing Lexa’s growing struggle. You knew she had the core strength to last and wanted to push her.

“Yeah. I wanna be good for you love.” Lexa whimpered when she was soothed by your reassuring words. You saw Lexa dig her heels and adjust her hands on her yoga mat for better grip. She then flexed her muscles and tightened her stance to correct her slouching form in downward dog.

Lexa had unlocked a new source of energy and determination. You were proud of your girlfriend and wanted to reward her tenacity. You focused all of your energy into making sure Lexa came with you. You reached around and rubbed her clit. You slowed down your thrusts and fucked her with shallow strokes so you spent as much time as possible stimulating her g-spot.

Lexa cried out incoherent moans and whimpers in response. She felt conflicting sensations all over her body. Her legs, arms, and abs hurt from the strain of holding herself up but the deep strokes of your cock against her walls electrified her nerves with an intense pleasure.

You felt so close to your own climax but it wasn’t due to the intense sensations of Lexa’s silky soaked walls wrapped around your throbbing cock. No, it was due to the sweet and raspy moans leaving Lexa’s mouth as you pulled her back and forth against your cock. Pride caused your chest and cock to swell up that you were the cause of Lexa’s filthy moans.

That’s when you felt it. Lexa’s walls suddenly clenched around you halting your thrusts and holding you still. A second later, her cunt rhythmically squeezed and tightened around your cock signaling the start of her orgasm. You then felt a flood of wetness soaking your dick and gushing out between your bodies. You quickly succumbed to your own orgasm from the rhythmic patterns of Lexa’s muscles milking your cock forcing you to shoot out jets of cum into the condom.

“Lexa? You okay babe?” You prodded when you saw her body starting to relax again. However, Lexa didn’t respond so you assumed she was still recovering and didn’t have the mindset to think clearly yet. You gently lowered Lexa to the floor and allowed her to rest on her yoga mat as she regained her strength and consciousness.

“Clarke. Clarke. Clarke.” Lexa was passionately moaning your name. Your voice never sounded sweeter than when Lexa was in the throes of her climax. Suddenly, Lexa’s muscles holding her taut suddenly buckled from the intensity of her orgasm racking her body. Her body and legs were shaking uncontrollably so you quickly tightened your grip to hold her up so she wouldn’t fall down.

You didn’t pull out and were still inside Lexa knowing she sometimes clenched around your dick to soothe herself and come down after a strong orgasm such as this. She also enjoyed feeling your weight above her and felt safe and protected underneath you. It was one of her favorite forms of intimacy with you. You peppered Lexa’s backside and neck with nips and kisses waiting for her to come back to you. You whispered soft affirmations of love, desire, and appreciation into her ear too. 

“I love you Clarke.” Lexa softly breathed out when she finally regained her awareness. 

“I know.” You tenderly responded as you leaned over and kissed Lexa. Your heart fluttered as you both smiled widely into the kiss. Pulling back, you both had a dopey grin on your face. 

Your moment of bliss was interrupted when Lexa’s fitness tracker started beeping on her wrist. Lexa quickly checked her notification to silence it. 

“Uh Clarke? My watch accidently recorded our sex as a high intensity workout.” Lexa awkwardly informed you as a bright red blush adorned her face.  

“Really? That’s so funny. Show me the stats.” You pleaded as you struggled to suppress your laugh at Lexa’s adorable embarrassment. Lexa sighed before she rolled her eyes and held up her wrist so you could both scroll through the various fitness metrics it had recorded. 

“Wow. Your heart rate peaked over 100 beats per minute during your orgasm! You should start recording that in your workout journal.” You suggested enthusiastically.  

“I am not going to record that stat in my journal Clarke. That’s so personal. What if someone reads that?” Lexa vehemently protested. 

“Lexa! Look at how many calories you burned during sex. Damn that’s a lot. I think you should start adding sex to your daily workout routine.” You hoped that Lexa would take your suggestion seriously.

“We already fuck at least twice a day Clarke. How much more do you want?” Lexa countered. 

“Well, I –“ You started to respond before Lexa swiftly interrupted your train of thought. 

“Don’t finish that. I already know the number and that’s unreasonable. We’re still in college and have classes to attend.” Lexa scoffed back. 

“You should wear your fitness tracker whenever we have sex now. You can record it as hot yoga.” You proudly grinned. 

“Oh my God! Clarke stop!” Lexa groaned, dropped her face, and hid her embarrassment into her yoga mat.

“I’m sorry Lexa but you know how I love teasing you.” You quietly apologized as you nudged your head against Lexa trying to coax her back out and face you.

“Can we talk about something else?” Lexa timidly asked when she turned and faced you.

“We don’t have to talk at all.” You cockily boasted with a smolder. 

You groaned when you felt Lexa’s enthusiastic approval as she squeezed around your dick which had softened inside her. She must feel rejuvenated now as she tried to help you get hard again.

“I need to grab a new condom and I can’t pull out if you’re holding me too tight babe.” You urged when Lexa’s walls didn’t release their tight grip on you. Lexa sighed because she didn’t want to let go of you just yet. You kissed her pout away and promised you would be quick. You pulled out and quickly discarded the used condom. You then grabbed some wet wipes and hastily cleaned both you and Lexa up.

Lexa grabbed a condom from the stash and beckoned you close to her. She gave your cock several strokes to make sure you were fully hard. She then tore open the packet, gave your dick a small kiss on the tip, and sheathed the condom down your shaft.

“I have another yoga pose that I want you to fuck me in. It’s the bridge position.” Lexa keenly told you before she laid down on her mat, spread her legs apart, and lifted her hips up. “And don’t worry. This pose is easier on me so you can take your time fucking me love.”

Your eyes widened, jaw dropped, and your dick twitched when you saw Lexa spread open and presenting her soaked cunt for you to fuck again. Who knew yoga poses were so versatile? You dropped to your knees, moved towards her, and positioned yourself in between her legs. You first ran your hands across her thighs, up her mound, and over her abs. You were always in awe of Lexa’s toned physique and craved every opportunity to touch her.

“Having fun love?” Lexa giggled while you were distracted worshipping her body.

“Yeah. Sorry about that.” You blushed when you realized several minutes had passed and she was still waiting for you to fill her up.

“No worries. It’s so cute when you get super focused on me.” Lexa happily insisted to you. “Wanna explore the inside of me now?” Lexa smirked.

You didn’t want to keep her waiting any longer. Again, Lexa’s entrance in bridge pose was at the right height and angle for you to easily slide inside her. It’s like her body was made for exactly for you. You shifted your stance and started pressing your cock past her folds which easily parted for you. Your dick slid deeper inside Lexa inch by inch until you bottomed out. She gave you a reassuring squeeze that you could start moving.

You pumped your hips back and forth keeping a languid pace. You weren’t in a rush to finish. You wanted to savor all the sensations you felt as you slowly fucked Lexa. You focused more clearly on all the different textures you felt inside her like the various ridges surrounding your cock. You also felt how different her g-spot felt. It was a spongy texture compared to the smoothness everywhere else.

You then wondered if Lexa did the same and focused on how your cock felt inside her. You looked down and saw her eyes were tightly closed. It seemed like she was in a deep concentration right now. Was she feeling the details of your shaft as you slowly thrusted inside her? Did she appreciate the way you filled her up? Lexa then opened her eyes and caught you staring intensely at her.

“What love?” Her head tilted when she asked you.

“You just look so beautiful right now.” You gushed when you couldn’t hold in your feelings right now.

“Charmer.” Lexa’s face beamed from your compliment and showed off her dimples with her wide smile.

Her hand then reached up and covered your own holding her hips up. Her thumb rubbed soothing circles across your skin before she squeezed your palm. You knew what it meant. She wanted you to stop moving but you weren’t sure why.

“I wanna kiss you right now.” Lexa clarified when she saw your confused expression.

A joyous grin broke out on your face as you couldn’t contain your excitement. You carefully lowered yourself down so you could reach her face. Your nerves ignited when you kissed her. You soon felt a blissful warmth flooding your body. You continued making out, trading tender kisses with each other. You finally pulled back when the need of oxygen surpassed your need of her.

“Let’s get back shall we?” She pleaded when you saw her eyes raw with passion for you.

You nodded and pulled yourself back up. You readjusted your position and checked in with Lexa that you were ready. She returned a gleeful smile prompting you to resume. Lexa’s face soon scrunched up in delight, mouth gaped open, and abs flexed when you swiftly found her g-spot again.

"Love, don't let your hips fall. Keep them up." You teased when you saw her form off due to your strong thrusts against her front wall. She playfully stuck her tongue out at you but followed your instructions.

You then reached forward and squeezed Lexa’s breasts over her sports bra. They felt firm as you took turns cupping each one in your hands. You were somewhat disappointed that Lexa still had her sports bra on. You wished you could see them moving in sync with your thrusts but her bra kept them firmly in place. Your thumb brushed over her nipples that started to point out. You knew her nipples were sensitive so you stroked, rubbed, and pinched them knowing it drove Lexa wild.

“Love? How close are you right now?” She sharply panted out after a few minutes.

“I feel like I’m almost there. Why?” You admitted when you realized the familiar signs of your climax had suddenly snuck up on you.

“I have one more position I want to surprise you with. I think it’ll be the perfect one for you to finish in.” Lexa insisted.

“What’s it called?” You eagerly mused.

“It’s the plow pose!” She excitedly squealed.

Your attention piqued from the obvious name of the pose.

“It’s actually an advanced yoga pose I found online. When I saw it for the first time, I wanted to see if it would work as a hot sex position with you. It’s tough to hold this pose for long so I’ve been practicing in private to get better. I can hold it for two minutes before it’s too much. That should be good enough for you right – not that two minutes isn’t short – it isn’t – I swear – it’s a good time – long enough for me.” Lexa awkwardly rattled on.

“Of course I want to try it with you babe.” You chuckled to save her from embarrassing herself anymore. You just adored seeing how cute and flustered Lexa got when she rambled. She signaled for you to stop and pull out so she could get into position. You sat on your heels giddy as you awaited her final pose.

Lexa stayed in a bridge but she suddenly lifted her legs up until they pointed directly at the ceiling. She then drove her legs forward towards her chest until her toes landed on the floor behind her head. Her raised hips were aligned with her shoulders that supported her weight on the floor. Her torso was almost at a ninety-degree angle which meant her sex was pointed straight up at the ceiling.

“Ta-da! What do you think love?” Lexa cheered once she finally settled into the plow pose.

“Fuuuuuuck!” You groaned heavily in astonishment that Lexa had practically folded over herself. You’ve never been more grateful for having a flexible girlfriend.

“Hurry up Clarke. I can’t hold this for too long.” Lexa insisted.

“I’m coming babe.” You responded without a second thought.

“Already? You’re not even inside me yet.” Lexa playfully teased you.

“Dork.” You sassed back.

You stepped up to her a bit unsure how to get yourself into position and enter her. Luckily, Lexa saw your predicament and guided you. You leaned over her and placed your hands on the back of her thighs. You cautiously pushed them down until you hovered over her entrance at the right angle. You just had to drop your hips and you’d be inside her.

“Go ahead love. Fill me up!” Lexa eagerly beckoned.

You lowered your stance and pushed through her folds. Your moans became more unrestrained as you forced her walls to adjust around you the deeper you sunk. You shuddered when you finally bottomed out. Being soaked inside her warm cunt overwhelmed your senses. She felt tighter, wetter, and hotter in this new position. You groaned trying to suppress yourself from throbbing too much.

“Fuck Lexa! I’m already so close – I haven’t even moved yet! I don’t think I can last long.” You anxiously confessed, worried you would finish after a few sloppy thrusts.

“Hey it’s okay. Deep breaths love. Cum when you need to.” Lexa soothed seeing the nervousness on your face.

“But I just want to be good enough for you.” You uttered in a hushed voice.

“Love you are.” Lexa tenderly reassured you.

“But – “ You replied apprehensive of Lexa’s words before she interrupted you.

“Clarke. Love. I just want to enjoy this with you no matter how long you last.” Lexa smiled affectionately at you. “It’s a new position right? I don’t expect you to be great at it yet. There’s plenty of chances for you to get better. Just be with me now and it’ll be good for both of us. I promise.”

“Fuck you’re amazing! I love you.” You choked out. Lexa always knew what to say to help you overcome your insecurities.

“I know. Deeply.” Lexa smirked and clenched around you to emphasize her last point.

“Fuck!” You whimpered and jerked your hips forward caught off guard by Lexa’s walls squeezing you even tighter.

“Now, don’t hold back for me love. It’s the plow pose for a reason. I want it hard and fast!” She keened.

Lexa wanted you to become selfish. Right now, she didn’t care about her own pleasure but only yours. She chose this position specifically for you. She practiced holding this pose in private for you. She imagined being fucked by you like this. You didn’t want all her hard work to go to waste. You cast aside your anxiety about finishing too fast. Instead, you focused on how filthy it would feel to fuck Lexa in this position.

You drove your hips up then slammed them back down onto Lexa’s ass. You repeated this over and over so your cock would plow up and down inside her cunt in long, heavy strokes. At this extreme angle, it felt like gravity was helping you drive your cock deeper, faster, and harder inside her body. You realized how intense each thrust felt in this position and desperately chased your climax uncaring how fast it would arrive.

You peered down and saw Lexa looking seductively up at you. Her eyes were dark with lust. She bit her lips as she marveled at your intensity. She moaned and cried to the beat of your thrusts. They joined in the sinful symphony of the heavy slaps of your hips against her ass coupled with the wet squelches of your cock plowing her cunt. You felt her hopelessly squeezing around you in a vain attempt to hold you still but your thrusts easily overpowered her as you forced your way deeper chasing your messy finish.

“Clarke!” Lexa desperately whined as her eyes rolled back after a sharp thrust against her g-spot.

Hearing how sweet she moaned your name ignited your nerves and pushed you to your explosive climax. You growled hard and filled the condom with heavy spurts of your cum. You whimpered when you felt Lexa’s muscles matched the rhythmic pulses of your throbbing cock. Her body craved to be soaked in your release that the thin latex barrier held back.

After your orgasm ran through its course, you gently unfolded Lexa and lowered yourselves to her mat. She had a dopey grin of bliss plastered on her face as you carefully settled your weight above her. You were both sweaty but neither of you cared. Her legs were still tied around you as you rested. She wasn’t ready to let you go and you weren’t ready to pull out. You nuzzled into each other’s neck and traded tender kisses. You rubbed soft circles around her hips while she ran her hands up and down your back to soothe each other.

“I’m gonna be so sore. But it’s the good kind of sore.” Lexa heavily breathed out after she caught her breath.

“Was that … good for you?” You hesitantly asked.

“Fuck that was so hot love! That went better than I imagined. I love how hard you came.” Lexa excitedly blurted out.

“Yeah? It felt really intense for me too. Thanks for finding this position and holding it for me.” You cheerfully nodded impressed at Lexa’s endurance and flexibility.

“You’re welcome love. We are definitely gonna do this again! But I need more practice to stay longer in plow pose.” Lexa playfully shared.

“I also need some practice to improve my stamina. Luckily, I have the hottest workout partner to help me out.” You bragged.

Lexa beamed and flashed you a toothy smile. Afterwards, you were both content to just lay there soaking in each other’s warmth. You still had time until you felt yourself softening and had to remove your condom. However, your tranquil bliss was broken when Lexa suddenly gasped.

“Love. Did you ever turn off the camera?” Lexa frantically squealed.

“I think so? Why?” You hesitated as you struggled to remember.

“Look.” Lexa tapped you on the shoulder so you could both face the couch where you had set up the camera mount. When you turned your head, you saw the red recording light of the camera still flashing.

“Oh my God! It’s still on!“ You yelped out.

“We made a sex tape!” Lexa exclaimed in pure shock.

“Do you want to watch it? I could judge your form babe.” You sheepishly asked Lexa after a few seconds of awkward silence.

“Only if I can critique your technique too love.” Lexa flirted back.

“Deal. So shower then movie night?” You offered with a smug grin on your face.

“Let’s skip the shower and save some water. I have a strong feeling we’re gonna be sweaty again real soon.” Lexa smirked