#alpha lexa

[talktomeinclexa]

Alpha Your Way Into My Heart

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Status: WIP

Summary: One moment of distraction is all it takes for Clarke to accidentally send a text admitting how much Lexa’s scent affects her to the wrong addressee. Lexa. Her Alpha roommate on the cusp of her rut. The situation would be only slightly mortifying and complicated if Clarke wasn’t also an Alpha. In a world where biology and prejudices often go hand-in-hand, will the two women get their happy ending?

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Chapter 7: Caught Red-Handed

Despite having woken up early only to find the lecture hall closed and her first lesson of the day canceled, Lexa couldn’t help but smile. Clarke started late that day, and they would have more time to cuddle before trivial matters like her perfect attendance record forced Lexa out of her arms for the second time that day.

She jumped over the first step of the second flight of stairs, which creaked any time someone pressed a toe on it. Hopefully, the super would fix it before they graduated.

The building she and Clarke had moved in at the beginning of the new school year didn’t look like much from the outside, but the apartments were surprisingly homey, and it had the advantage of being only a few minutes away from campus on foot. Luckily, it had been easy to convince their parents that staying together so they could afford the rent made sense since their cohabitation during sophomore year had gone well.

Lexa tiptoed inside the apartment, clenching her keys to prevent them from jiggling in case Clarke had fallen back to sleep. She changed back into lounging clothes in the bathroom and nudged the bedroom door open, only to freeze in the doorway, her eyes bulging out in surprise.

Clarke lay atop the blanket, with her head tilted back into the pillow and her throat exposed. She had shed her sleeping boy shorts to be more comfortable, and the sight of her hand between her pale thighs elicited fireworks in Lexa’s mind and a sudden rush of blood to another area. Until she noticed the toy protruding from her folds.

“Lexa,” Clarke squeaked, alerted by Lexa’s pheromones. She pulled the toy out of herself so fast it couldn’t have been pleasant and reflexively tried to hide under the blanket. Only it was trapped under her body, and she only managed to hide her lower half. “What… I thought you had classes?”

“The first one has been canceled. I don’t have to go back till ten.” Lexa’s voice sounded husky even to her own ears. She cleared her throat before awkwardly saying, “Do you want some privacy?”

The blush spreading on Clarke’s cheeks had more to do with embarrassment than pleasure. Lexa should have known not to count her out too quickly, though. With a smirk, she coyly removed the corner of the blanket hiding her body.

“Or you could join me.”

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[puthyflapps]

Lexa felt like her birthday and Christmas rolled up into one when Clarke drew her back inside their home and pushed her against the closed door, but she needed to be the first to apologize, "I'm sorry I had to leave."

"I missed you, and I'm sorry for not..."

She cut Clarke off with a kiss and said, "There is nothing you need to be sorry about, Clarke. I'm blaming all of this on my ex."

Clarke laughed and leaned her head against Lexa's chest. They rested for a moment, finally finding the peace that had alluded them the past week as they rocked against the door holding each other. A subtle shift in the air between them and Lexa lifted Clarke's chin and melted under the intense gaze of lust brimming at the edges of her smokey blue eyes, drifting to one eye and then the other. She knew the look, understood her need, and wanted to fulfill all of Clarke's desires, but she didn't want to kill the mood, still carrying the hours riding the bus over her body.

"I've been on the road for hours, and I could use a shower." To soften the blow for making her mate wait a moment longer, she left the luggage by the front door, lifted Clarke in her arms, and took her to their bedroom.

Finding her way by instinct, her eyes lightly closed as she held onto Clarke, who had possession over her mouth. Filthy and needy, groaning moans of desire poured off of her. But when Clarke sucked on her tongue, it made her hard instantly, and she faltered, wishing her jeans would rip open as her cock strained against her worn denim-covered prison.

Lexa's desire grew as she tossed Clarke on the bed with a huff. Clarke's slippers went flying as she ripped her sweats and panties off and pulled her feet down to the end of the bed, lifting her legs and draping them over her shoulders and burying her face between Clarke's legs. One hand wrapped around Clarke's leg, allowing her fingers to part her soaking lips. 

The other hand went to the waistband of her jeans and tugged, detecting the soft sounds of the buttons releasing and withdrew herself from her pants.

Lexa growled into Clarke's pussy, licking her way up one side and down the other, over and around her clit and avoiding the sensitive flesh, for now. She wanted to build Clarke up until she pleaded with her to come. To send her over into a satisfying climax and leaving her too weak to stand and giving her time take a quick shower. That still hung in the back of her mind as her hips sought relief from the cool air over her exposed cock. Unable to run her hand over her shaft while Clarke bucked into her face and she held on for dear life.

"Fuck me," Clarke cried out.

Lexa snarled as Clarke's heat scent filled her lungs and used her nose to nudge around her dripping slick wetness. It coated her face as she cupped Clarke's ass, pulling her closer and burying her tongue deep inside her mate. Clarke's body shook around her head. Her legs draped over her back drew her in. Clarke was close. So close to coming apart. Lexa could have pulled back, leaving her wanting. But her common sense also told her it would be cruel after their separation. She needed her omega to come.

Clarke's clit swelled outward from the hood of skin, more so as she came into her heat, and Lexa latched on and flicked firmly once then twice, and Clarke cried out, her back arching as she exploded over Lexa's chin and tee-shirt.

Lexa bumped her nose over her clit and watched, fascinated at her pulsing release. Clarke settled as she blew over the throbbing bud and placed a gentle kiss.

Clarke hissed as her hands combed through her hair, encouraging Lexa to come to her. Hands on her shoulders, and she fell into her arms. As her cock pressed down against Clarke's naked belly, Lexa began to arch and hump against her soft skin by instinct.

Clarke reached down and tried to edge her cock inside as Lexa resisted half-heartedly. "Clarke, I need to..." She stopped when Clarke drew her down into a kiss, claiming possession over her tongue once more.

Clarke groaned into her mouth, no doubt tasting her first release. One of many her girl would experience the next few days. Lexa so wanted to be inside Clarke. The bare surface of her stomach, however sensual, wasn't enough contact. Lexa hesitated to go any further until she removed the odors of the bus and all of the miles from the road off of her body.

Clarke looked up at her, still in the fog of her climax, and released her. "Go, but hurry back."

"I promise." Lexa kissed her once more and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower.

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Clarke realized as she waited that Lexa's thoughtful care over her need intensified her yearning to be bred. What fell away was the disappointment of their brief separation. Clarke's excitement grew into that longing that would bring out her mating omega's aggression. Only the very hint of Clarke's heat was satisfied, but the intense need to be fucked still held heavy in her loins as Clarke ran her hands over the sheets of their unmade bed and listened to Lexa in the bathroom, smiling after she coaxed her getting into the shower. Lexa probably didn't even wait for the water to grow warm.

The seconds turned to minutes, the water turned off, and the shower door opened and closed. Lexa stepped out of the bathroom a moment later, naked and dripping wet from her steaming shower. Lexa's cock stood proudly between her legs and didn't bother drying off. Her hair hung slightly wet around her face and back, and she came to the edge of their bed and waited.

Clarke wagged her legs open, purring, then faltered when Lexa began to stroke her cock, making her moan as Lexa chuckled and advanced on her like a panther. Her eyes pinned on the wetness seeping out of cunt. She placed one knee at a time on the surface of their bed and crawled between Clarke's legs, welcoming her home.

"Is this what you need, Omega?" Lexa uttered as she sat back on her knees. Clarke nodded, her speech caught in her throat as it drew to her alpha, inviting her to mount her cock.

Clarke kept her eyes locked on Lexa's as they grew dark as the night. Her primal urged Clarke to settle her cunt over Lexa's stiff shaft.

Lexa looked up at her with a cocky grin and held onto her cock as Clarke eased down. Moaning as each inch filled that aching emptiness. It wiped away the remaining doubt the last few days created.

Lexa buried her face between Clarke's breasts when she seated herself inside her omega. Staying still for a moment as she worshiped each nipple. Kissing one and then the other and gazed up into Clarke's face. Her eyes closed as she sucked on her lower lip and rolled her throbbing clit into her short curls at the base of her cock.

Clarke's cunt was tight. Squeezing down and milking her cock for all she was worth, urging Lexa to come. But, it was much, much too soon to release into her mate as her knot had yet to swell. What self-control she possessed, Lexa rose to her knees, taking Clarke with her. Their bodies connected tightly and lifted Clarke a few inches off her cock, making Clarke cry out at the lack of fullness she craved.

Over and over, Lexa penetrated her mate. Clarke's legs wrapped securely around her waist as she took her girl for a ride. The heat and sweat built between them when Clarke bit down on Lexa's lip and then sucked it into her mouth. Lust filled Clarke's darkened eyes when she pulled back. Lexa bucked her hips upward into Clarke's dripping cunt again and again. Sweat-covered foreheads, as wet cheeks and lips were kissed. Lexa was home. Her mate still desired her. Her place inside her mate soothed the ache of their separation until nothing in the world existed but the love they had for one another.

Thick, long, and hot. Clarke reeled as Lexa surged inside of her. Clarke's nails raked over Lexa's shoulders, then gripped the back of her neck, pulling Lexa's face up, seeing in her half-open eyes their connection.

Gone was the doubt that had been her company. Banished from her thoughts was the distance that kept them apart. Lexa claimed her body and soul as she filled her. Lexa groaned as she ran her nose over her neck, parting her hair, hunting for her mating mark, and finding it with a kiss on the scar.

Lexa's cock grew hungry as she pounded into her flesh, claiming her omega. Then laid Clarke on her back, pushing her legs further apart. The growing urgency between them rose.

Clarke knew the moment was near for them both. Lexa panted and spoke words of desire on each thrust. "You need me. You want only me inside of you. My omega, my omega," Over and over again, Lexa's truth laid bare, and Clarke's heart soared over the din of doubt that plagued her thoughts.

"Fuck me, Lexa. Harder." Her alpha complied and split her apart on each thrust.

Lexa could hold out as long as need be, giving everything to her omega and erasing the pain of their separation created. Biting down on Clarke's shoulder caused her mate to squeeze tighter over her cock. Sheath within her mate as her knot began to fill. Lexa's pushed hard, pushed deeper as Clarke's legs wrapped around her body and opened enough that her knot nearly caught.

Crying out in need and disappointment, she could hear Clarke's moans and pushed once more, coming close yet still not locking herself in place.

"Please, Lexa, I need you, all of you. Inside of me."

It nearly broke Lexa's heart and rose over her mate, finding her eyes, pleading to be mated. Lexa kissed her lips, parting them as she moved quicker, deeper, slamming between her open legs, and then with a steady, sure path, her knot slipped past the tight muscle of Clarke's cunt, and her mate came.

Lexa soon followed, squirting hot jets of come deep inside her mate. Her face caught between Clarke's neck and face, pushing on each release to fill her wholly, as they soon settled and took a moment to find their breaths.

Clarke's hands roamed over her back. Making patterns on her skin that may have been words of love if she could think clearly. Tied for the moment, Lexa lifted off of Clarke a mere inch or two, kissed her cheek, then laid her head down, contemplating the next few days she would give everything to Clarke to fulfill her heat and fill her heart with love. She owed everything to Clarke for finding her soul and keeping it safe in their joined bodies.

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Happy Birthday, Mate!

Not you delivering me a smut novel for my birthday 🫢🤭🤭🤭 I loved it!! Smut anon always makes puthy flapps feel real special 🫶🏻🫶🏻

But I gotta know where did Lexa go?? Where was she coming back from???

[tigerlillyruiz]

‘Twas Foretold💥🌈😎!!

Lexa x Clarke x Anya

Chapter 1 is up!!

Summary:

A prophecy was written long long ago of the coming of Wanheda and her mates. Their lives are to be full of love and happiness with peace for all under their rule....

But they must survive what awaits them first for peace isn't so easily achieved on the ground. There are others who seak to undermine the peace they are fighting for and profit from the chaos of disharmony...

The signs have come....

Wanheda is here...

Enjoy 😊🌈😎

[reallygroovyninja]

The Prisoner Pickup

Lexa sat in her car, her fingers drumming a soft rhythm on the steering wheel. The massive gate loomed ahead, stark and imposing under the midday sun. The surrounding area was silent, the only sound the occasional rustling of leaves in the breeze.  

Her eyes were fixed on the gate, watching intently for any sign of movement. It seemed lifeless, with no guards patrolling the perimeter and no vehicles coming or going. Lexa's heart raced, the weight of anticipation pressing heavily on her chest. 

Lexa adjusted her rearview mirror, scanning the empty road behind her. No one else seemed to be around except for her. She glanced at her watch, the minutes ticking by slowly, each second feeling like an eternity. 

Her thoughts drifted as she shifted in her seat, trying to find a more comfortable position. She reached for a bottle of water in the cup holder, taking a sip to calm her nerves. The cool liquid did little to ease the knot in her stomach. She knew that at any moment, that gate might open. 

As the minutes dragged on, Lexa kept her vigil, her eyes never leaving the gate. She was prepared, ready to step out of the car at any moment.  

Lexa's phone rang, breaking the tense silence in the car. She glanced at the screen and saw Anya's name flashing. With a sigh, she picked up the call, pressing the phone to her ear. 

"Hey, Anya," Lexa greeted. 

"Hey yourself," Anya said, her voice questioning. "Where are you at?" 

Lexa hesitated for a moment, then answered, "I'm at the prison." 

"What the fuck are you doing at the prison?" Anya's voice was a combination of shock and concern. 

"I'm picking up a prisoner," Lexa replied calmly, her eyes still fixed on the gate. 

"A prisoner?" Anya voice rose. "What fucking prisoner?" 

"The one I agreed to pick up," Lexa said, her tone even. She could almost picture Anya's furrowed brow and wide eyes. 

"What the fuck are you talking about, Lexa?" Anya asked, disbelief lacing her words. 

Lexa took a deep breath. "I heard you could pick up a prisoner, and you know, being the first omega they've seen in a while..." 

"Wait, wait," Anya interrupted, her voice rising. "Are you serious right now? You're telling me you’re picking up some random prisoner just because you're the first omega they've seen in forever? What are you thinking? You're picking up a prisoner to get laid?" 

Before Lexa could respond, she noticed movement at the gate. People were walking out of a door, heading towards the exit. "Anya, I have to go," Lexa said quickly. "I'll call you back later." 

"Lexa, wait—" Anya started, but Lexa had already ended the call and placed her phone back in the cup holder. She took a deep breath, her eyes locked on the group approaching the gate, ready to see this through. 

Lexa glanced down at the paper she held in her hand, the crisp white sheet stark against the dull interior of her car. The prisoner's name and description were clearly printed: Clarke Griffin, female alpha, blonde hair, blue eyes. The crime listed was embezzlement. She frowned slightly, wondering why the mugshot hadn't been available. It seemed odd, but she figured it wasn't her problem to worry about at this point. 

Her eyes flicked back to the gate, watching the small group as they drew closer. Lexa scanned each face, searching for the one that matched the description. She couldn't shake the feeling of nervousness that had settled in her stomach.  

Picking up a prisoner under such vague circumstances wasn't exactly ideal, but the potential payoff made it worth the risk. If she didn't like Clarke, she could always drop her off at her destination and head on her way. It wasn't like she had made any promises beyond the initial pick-up. 

The sun beat down, casting harsh shadows that made it hard to see clearly. Lexa squinted, trying to make out the details of the approaching figures. As the group reached the gate, one figure stood out. Average height, with a confident stance, tousled blonde hair catching the sunlight, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to take in everything. Lexa's heart skipped a beat. This had to be Clarke Griffin. She took a deep breath, steadying herself for whatever came next. 

She opened her car door and stepped out, the paper still clutched in her hand. As she walked towards the front of her car, she rehearsed what she would say, keeping her demeanor calm and confident. No matter what, she had to see this through. Maybe this crazy plan would actually work out, and she'd find herself with more than just a prisoner to drop off. 

Lexa watched as the gate slowly creaked open, a guard stepping aside to let Clarke Griffin walk out. Clarke's appearance was a stark contrast to the confident description Lexa had imagined. She wore a baggy pair of scrub bottoms and a plain t-shirt, the loose fabric hanging awkwardly on her frame. On her feet were those horrible Croc shoes, adding an almost comical touch to her otherwise serious demeanor. 

Lexa had been warned that most prisoners didn't have street clothes, so she had prepared by bringing along some sweatpants and a sweatshirt just in case. They rested neatly folded in her arms, a small gesture of consideration for Clarke’s comfort. 

As Clarke walked towards her, Lexa felt a strange tension in the air. Clarke’s piercing blue eyes seemed to be sizing her up, evaluating every detail with a calm, methodical gaze. Despite the unflattering attire, there was an undeniable strength in the way Clarke carried herself, a glimmer of the alpha presence Lexa had been expecting. 

When Clarke reached her, Lexa extended the bundle of clothes. "I brought you these," she said, her voice steady. "I figured you might need something more comfortable." 

Clarke glanced at the sweatpants and sweatshirt, then back at Lexa, a hint of surprise in her eyes. "Thanks," she said simply, taking the clothes. She shifted her weight, the Crocs making a faint squeaking sound on the pavement. 

Lexa couldn't help but smile slightly. "I didn't think about shoes," she admitted. "But if things go well, we can get you some proper ones," she thought to herself. 

Clarke nodded and then, without any hesitation, began to change right there. She stripped off the scrub bottoms and t-shirt, leaving them in a heap on the ground. Lexa's eyes widened, and she quickly averted her gaze, focusing intently on the horizon. 

Despite her best efforts, Lexa found it hard not to peek. She stole quick glances, her curiosity getting the better of her. Clarke's movements were efficient, almost practiced, as she pulled on the sweatpants and then the sweatshirt. 

"Ready," Clarke said, her voice breaking Lexa's internal struggle. Lexa turned back, finding Clarke now dressed in the sweats, looking a bit more comfortable. 

"Great," Lexa replied, trying to keep her voice even. She opened the car door for Clarke. "Let's get you settled." 

As Clarke climbed into the car, Lexa took a deep breath, steadying herself for whatever came next. Clarke's intense gaze had left a lasting impression. This encounter might have started under strange circumstances, but there was potential for something more. She started the engine, ready to see where this road would lead. 

Lexa pulled out of the prison parking lot, the silence between her and Clarke stretching as she navigated towards the highway. All they really knew about each other were their names, exchanged for the purpose of this pick-up. Lexa's mind raced, trying to think of something to say to break the ice. 

"Are you hungry?" Lexa finally asked, glancing over at Clarke. 

Clarke looked thoughtful for a moment before replying, "I could go for a juicy hamburger. But I only have a few dollars the prison gave me until I can get in touch with some people." 

Lexa nodded, her mind made up. "Don't worry about it. I can pay for it." 

Clarke turned to look at her, surprise evident in her blue eyes. "Really? Thanks." 

"Sure," Lexa replied, giving Clarke a reassuring smile. "I know a diner that makes some of the best burgers around." 

As they drove, the tension in the car began to ease slightly. Lexa focused on the road, her mind wandering to the diner she had in mind. It was a small, cozy place that she'd been to a few times. 

After a short drive, they reached the diner. Lexa pulled into the parking lot and shut off the engine. "Here we are," she said, gesturing towards the quaint building. "Trust me, you won't be disappointed." 

Clarke gave her a small, appreciative smile. "Thanks, Lexa." 

They stepped out of the car and walked towards the entrance. As they entered, the familiar aroma of meat and freshly baked buns greeted them. The diner was bustling with activity, the sound of clinking dishes and cheerful chatter filling the air. 

Lexa led Clarke to a booth near the window, and they both sat down. A waitress soon approached, her notepad ready. "What can I get you folks today?" 

Clarke didn't hesitate. "I'll have a cheeseburger with all the toppings, please. And a side of fries." 

Lexa ordered the same, and the waitress nodded, jotting down their order before hurrying off to the kitchen. 

As they waited for their food, Lexa looked across the table at Clarke. "So, what's the first thing you want to do once you get back on your feet?" 

Clarke shrugged, her expression thoughtful. "I guess just find some stability. Get a job, reconnect with some people I lost touch with. It's been a while since I felt... normal." 

Lexa nodded, understanding the sentiment. "Well, if you need any help, just let me know. I'm happy to assist however I can." 

Clarke gave her a grateful look. "Thanks, Lexa. That means a lot." 

Clarke turned to watch the cars go by on the highway, the fleeting vehicles reflecting the newfound freedom she was just beginning to taste. 

The food arrived, and Lexa couldn't help but watch as the waitress set down their plates. The burgers were massive, with juices already seeping into the buns, and the fries were perfectly golden. Clarke's eyes widened at the sight, a mix of anticipation and disbelief playing across her features. 

Clarke picked up her burger, the weight of it almost comical in her hands. Lexa could see her mouth watering as she brought the burger closer. The first bite seemed almost ceremonial. Clarke's teeth sank into the meat, and Lexa watched as her expression transformed. 

Clarke's eyes fluttered closed, and a soft, almost scandalized moan escaped her lips. The sheer delight on her face was undeniable. It was as if this simple burger was the best thing she had ever tasted, and perhaps, after years without real food, it truly was. 

Lexa found herself smiling, feeling a strange sense of contentment at Clarke's enjoyment. She couldn't look away as Clarke took another bite, her reactions no less enthusiastic. There was something deeply gratifying about seeing someone take such pleasure in something so simple. 

"This is amazing," Clarke said between bites, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "I can't even remember the last time I had food this good." 

Lexa chuckled. "I'm glad you like it. This place is a bit of a hidden gem." 

Clarke nodded, her focus mostly on the burger in her hands. "You weren't kidding about these burgers." 

Lexa couldn't help but watch Clarke while she ate. Each movement was captivating, from the way Clarke squeezed ketchup onto her plate to the precise manner in which she dipped a fry and brought it to her mouth. Clarke's eyes closed in pure delight, and once again, a scandalous moan of pleasure escaped her lips. 

Each time Clarke moaned, Lexa felt a surge of fascination and longing that took her by surprise. She hadn't anticipated this reaction, but part of her had hoped for it. Watching Clarke savor every bite with such unrestrained joy stirred something deep within Lexa, making her pulse quicken and her mind race with possibilities. 

As Clarke continued to eat, seemingly oblivious to Lexa's gaze, Lexa's thoughts swirled. The simple act of sharing this meal had become something much more profound, and with each moan of pleasure from Clarke, Lexa felt her own desires intensify, creating a connection she hadn't expected but welcomed wholeheartedly. 

Lexa took a bite of her own burger, chewing thoughtfully, her eyes occasionally flicking to Clarke, who was clearly engrossed in her meal. As Lexa reached for a fry, she noticed Clarke’s gaze had drifted to the diner counter, where a display of pies sat enticingly under a glass dome. Clarke's eyes lingered on a particularly slice of apple pie. 

Without hesitation, Lexa caught the waitress's attention. "Excuse me," she called out with a warm smile, "could you bring us a slice of that apple pie, please?" 

Clarke’s head snapped back to Lexa, surprise evident in her eyes. "You don’t have to do that," she said, though her voice was soft, and the gratitude in her tone was unmistakable. 

Lexa waved off her concern. "I want to," she replied. "Consider it part of the welcome-back-to-the-real-world package." 

The waitress returned moments later with a generous slice of apple pie. She set it down in front of Clarke with a friendly smile. "Enjoy!" 

Clarke stared at the pie for a moment before looking up at Lexa. "Thank you," she said sincerely, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Lexa watched as Clarke took her first bite, the way her eyes widened in delight and another soft, scandalous moan of pleasure escaped her lips. It was worth every penny to see Clarke enjoy herself so thoroughly. Each reaction from Clarke stirred something deep within Lexa, intensifying the unexpected connection that was forming between them. 

Clarke finished her pie, savoring the last bite with a satisfied sigh. Lexa, having finished her burger and fries, took a sip of her soda, enjoying the silence between them. She was about to ask about the quality of the pie when Clarke's voice broke through her thoughts. 

"So," Clarke began, her tone laced with curiosity and a hint of something else. "What do you expect to get out of picking up a prisoner you don't know? Are you looking for something in particular?" 

The question hung in the air, and Lexa nearly choked on the sip of soda she was swallowing. She coughed slightly, managing to get it down with some force before setting the glass back on the table. She met Clarke's piercing blue eyes, the intensity behind them making her heart race. 

"Honestly," Lexa started, choosing her words carefully, "I’m not entirely sure what I expected. I guess... I was curious. I wanted to help." 

Clarke raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You know," she continued, her voice dropping to a low, suggestive tone, "I've heard there are omegas who do this just to get fucked raw by a prisoner who hasn't seen an omega in years." 

Lexa's eyes widened in shock, and she felt a blush creep up her neck, spreading across her cheeks. She swallowed hard, the words taking a moment to sink in. 

Clarke's intense gaze didn't waver. "Ah, I see," she said slowly, a smirk forming on her lips. "So, you were hoping the same thing, huh?" 

Lexa's mind raced, her pulse quickening. For a moment, she hesitated, the weight of the truth pressing down on her. But then, in a bold move, she decided to be honest. "Maybe," she said, meeting Clarke's gaze head-on. "Maybe I was looking for that from a prisoner." 

Clarke's smirk widened, her eyes glinting with amusement and intrigue. "Well, that's interesting," she replied, her voice a mix of surprise and appreciation. "I didn't expect you to be so straightforward." 

Lexa felt her heart pound in her chest, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming. "I figured honesty was the best approach," she said, her voice steady despite the nervous flutter in her stomach. 

Clarke nodded slowly, her expression thoughtful. "Fair enough. It's not often you meet someone willing to be that upfront." 

Lexa smiled, feeling a bit of relief and exhilaration. "So, where does that leave us?" she asked, curious about Clarke's reaction. 

Clarke leaned back in her seat, her gaze never leaving Lexa's. "I guess that depends on where you want it to go," she said, her voice soft but filled with promise. 

Lexa took a deep breath, feeling a sense of anticipation. "Let's see where this takes us," she replied, her tone matching Clarke's. "No expectations, just... possibilities." 

Clarke raised her glass of water in a small toast. "To possibilities, then." 

Lexa clinked her glass against Clarke's, the sound ringing out like a promise. As they both took a sip, Lexa couldn't shake the feeling that this might be the start of something significant, something she was more than willing to explore. 

Lexa raised her hand to catch the waitress's attention and called out, "Can we get the check, please?" 

Lexa quickly settled the bill, leaving a generous tip for the waitress. As she and Clarke made their way to the car, the tension between them was almost palpable. The moment they were both inside, Clarke leaned over and captured Lexa’s lips in a fervent kiss. Lexa responded eagerly, her hands threading through Clarke’s blonde hair as the kiss deepened, their breaths mingling and hearts racing. 

After a few intense moments, Lexa reluctantly pulled away, her voice breathless. "I know a hotel up the road," she said, her eyes locked onto Clarke's. 

"Let's go," Clarke replied, her voice husky with desire. 

Lexa started the engine and pulled out of the diner's parking lot, heading towards the highway. As they drove, Clarke's hand began to rub Lexa's leg, sending shivers up her spine. Lexa bit her lip, trying to stay focused on the road, but it became increasingly difficult as Clarke leaned over and began kissing her neck. 

The sensation of Clarke's lips on her skin almost caused Lexa to lose control of the car. She gripped the steering wheel tighter, trying to keep her mind clear. "Clarke," she gasped, "I need to focus if we're going to get there in one piece." 

Clarke chuckled softly, her breath warm against Lexa's ear. "You're right. I'll try to behave," she said, though her hand continued to caress Lexa's thigh in a way that made it hard for her to concentrate. 

Lexa's heart pounded as she navigated the twists and turns of the road, the anticipation of what awaited them at the hotel fueling her adrenaline. She stole a glance at Clarke, who was watching her with a smoldering intensity that made her pulse race even faster. 

Finally, the hotel came into view, and Lexa breathed a sigh of relief as she pulled into the parking lot. She parked the car and turned off the engine, turning to face Clarke with a hint of excitement and nervousness. "We're here," she said softly. 

Clarke leaned in, brushing her lips against Lexa's in a teasing kiss. "Let's not waste any time, then," she murmured. 

They both hurried out of the car and into the hotel, the promise of what was to come hastening their steps. 

Lexa and Clarke hurried through the hotel lobby, the tension between them electric. Lexa secured a room quickly, and they made their way to the elevator. As soon as the doors closed, Clarke pressed Lexa against the wall, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. Lexa responded eagerly, her hands roaming over Clarke's back, pulling her closer. 

The elevator began its ascent to the fourth floor, but neither of them paid any attention. Clarke's hands found their way under Lexa's shirt, her touch sending shivers down Lexa's spine. Lexa moaned softly, her fingers tangling in Clarke's blonde hair as their kisses grew more intense. 

Clarke's lips trailed down Lexa's neck, nibbling and sucking, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. Lexa's breath hitched, her heart pounding in her chest. The elevator seemed to be moving agonizingly slow, each second feeling like an eternity. 

When the elevator dinged to announce their arrival on the fourth floor, they reluctantly pulled apart, both breathing heavily. Clarke's eyes were dark with desire, matching the intensity Lexa felt coursing through her veins. They stumbled out of the elevator, barely managing to keep their hands off each other as they made their way down the hallway to their room. 

Lexa fumbled with the key card, finally managing to unlock the door. As soon as it swung open, they tumbled inside, the door closing behind them with a decisive click.  

As soon as the door clicked shut behind them, Clarke wasted no time. She pinned Lexa against the door, her lips crashing onto Lexa's with a passion that left them both breathless. Clarke's hands roamed freely, exploring the curves of Lexa's body with a hunger that had been building since they left the diner. 

Lexa gasped into the kiss, her hands gripping Clarke's shoulders for support as Clarke's fingers trailed down her sides, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Clarke's lips moved from Lexa's mouth to her neck, kissing and nibbling, making Lexa moan softly. The sound seemed to spur Clarke on, her touch growing bolder, her hands slipping under Lexa's shirt to caress the warm skin beneath. 

Clarke's fingers traced the outline of Lexa's bra, teasingly skimming over the fabric. Lexa's breath hitched, her head tilting back against the door as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her. Clarke's hands moved to Lexa's hips, gripping them firmly as she pressed her body closer, their heat mingling in the confined space. 

"God, Clarke," Lexa breathed, her voice trembling with need. "I can't get enough of you." 

Clarke pulled back slightly, just enough to look into Lexa's eyes. "Then don't," she whispered, her lips brushing against Lexa's as she spoke. "I want to fuck you, Lexa. Give you what you picked me up for." 

With that, Clarke captured Lexa's lips again, the kiss even more intense, more demanding. Lexa responded eagerly, her hands finding their way into Clarke's hair, pulling her closer. Clarke's hands continued their exploration, every touch driving Lexa wild with anticipation. 

As Clarke pressed against her, Lexa's breath caught in her throat. She could feel Clarke's hardness through the sweatpants, the unexpected sensation sending a jolt of arousal through her. Clarke's erection felt substantial, even through their clothes, and Lexa couldn't help but briefly wonder just how large Clarke was. 

The thought made her pulse quicken, her curiosity mingling with desire. Clarke's fingers, already tracing the outline of Lexa's bra, now slipped beneath the fabric, caressing her skin with a tantalizing touch. Their kisses grew more passionate and intense, the urgency between them palpable. 

Clarke seemed to sense Lexa's reaction, her lips curving into a knowing smile against Lexa's neck. "Like what you feel?" Clarke murmured, her voice husky with desire. 

Lexa nodded, her hands exploring Clarke's back, pulling her closer. "I do," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I want to feel it all." 

Clarke's response was immediate. She pressed her body more firmly against Lexa's, her hips grinding slightly, making Lexa gasp. The friction sent waves of pleasure through her, and she couldn't hold back a soft moan. 

"Then let's not waste any more time," Clarke said, her voice filled with promise. 

Clarke's hands moved with confident precision, unclasping Lexa's bra and freeing her breasts. Lexa's thoughts swirled, her anticipation building as Clarke's touch sent electric shivers across her skin. The combination of Clarke's arousal pressing against her and the skilled caresses on her breasts drove Lexa wild, her curiosity about Clarke's size only adding to the excitement. 

"Lexa," Clarke whispered, her voice a low growl. "I want to see all of you." 

Lexa's heart raced, her body aching with desire as she nodded, ready for this passionate encounter to move further along. 

Clarke's hands slid from Lexa's breasts to her waist, guiding her away from the door and towards the bed. The urgency in Clarke's movements was balanced by a surprising tenderness, and Lexa felt herself being gently maneuvered backward. 

Clarke paused just long enough to strip the comforter and sheet off the bed, tossing them aside with swift, efficient motions. Then, she turned her attention back to Lexa, her eyes dark with desire yet filled with a softness that took Lexa by surprise. 

With a delicate touch, Clarke began to undress Lexa, her fingers working with a practiced ease. She slowly lifted Lexa's shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor before moving to unbutton her jeans. All the while, Clarke's lips never strayed far from Lexa's skin, kissing a trail down her neck, across her collarbone, and lower still. 

Lexa's breath hitched as Clarke's lips brushed over the sensitive skin of her stomach. Clarke knelt, easing Lexa's jeans down her legs, and then kissed her way back up, stopping briefly to nuzzle the soft skin just above Lexa's underwear. Lexa's hands found their way into Clarke's hair, fingers threading through the soft strands as she tried to steady herself against the overwhelming sensations. 

Clarke's hands and lips were everywhere, caressing, teasing, and tasting. Each touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through Lexa's body. Clarke's lips trailed lower, over her hips, and down her thighs, before slowly, almost reverently, removing Lexa's underwear. 

"You're beautiful," Clarke murmured, her voice filled with admiration as she looked up at Lexa. The words sent a rush of warmth spreading through her. 

With gentle yet insistent hands, Clarke guided Lexa onto the bed, laying her down with care. Clarke's lips continued their journey, kissing a slow, deliberate trail back up Lexa's body, leaving no inch of skin untouched. 

Lexa's breathing grew ragged, her anticipation building with every kiss. Clarke's tenderness, combined with the raw desire in her eyes, left Lexa feeling cherished and utterly desired. The connection between them was electric, a charged energy that made every touch, every kiss, feel like a promise of something extraordinary. 

Clarke moved with a fluid grace, settling herself over Lexa, her body a comforting weight. She looked down at Lexa, their eyes locking in an intense, silent exchange that spoke volumes. Then, with a soft smile, Clarke leaned in and captured Lexa’s lips once more. 

These kisses were different from before, not as hurried or heated, but a beautiful mix of tenderness and desire. Clarke's lips moved slowly against Lexa's, savoring the connection with a delicate intensity that made Lexa's heart flutter. Each kiss was a gentle exploration, a reaffirmation of the burgeoning connection between them. 

Clarke's hands cupped Lexa's face, her thumbs brushing lightly over her cheeks. The kisses deepened, but retained that same tender quality, each one a sweet promise. Lexa's hands roamed over Clarke's back, feeling the strength of her muscles and the warmth of her skin, her fingers tracing patterns that seemed to draw them even closer together. 

As Clarke continued to kiss her, Lexa felt a profound sense of being cherished. Clarke's lips moved from her mouth to her jaw, then down to the sensitive spot just below her ear, each touch sending shivers through her body. Lexa closed her eyes, surrendering to the exquisite blend of emotions and sensations washing over her. 

Clarke pulled back slightly, resting her forehead against Lexa's, her breath warm against Lexa's lips. "I want you to feel every moment of this," Clarke whispered, her voice filled with emotion. 

Lexa opened her eyes, meeting Clarke's gaze. "I do," she replied softly, her voice trembling. "I feel it all." 

Clarke's smile widened, and she leaned in to kiss Lexa again, slow and tender, each kiss an affirmation of the connection growing between them.  

Clarke shifted her body, moving slowly and deliberately between Lexa's legs. Lexa's breath hitched in anticipation, her heart pounding in her chest. Clarke's touch was gentle but firm, guiding Lexa's legs apart as she settled herself more comfortably. 

Their eyes locked for a moment, an understanding passing between them. Clarke's lips curved into a soft smile before she began her descent, trailing kisses down Lexa's neck, over her collarbone, and across her chest. Each kiss left a trail of fire in its wake, igniting Lexa's senses. 

Clarke's hands roamed over Lexa's body, caressing her sides and thighs with a reverence that made Lexa feel cherished. As Clarke kissed her way down, her lips brushed over Lexa's stomach, each touch sending shivers of pleasure through the omega. Lexa's fingers tangled in Clarke's hair, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the anticipation built. 

Finally, Clarke reached her destination, her head settling between Lexa's thighs. Clarke took a moment, her breath warm against Lexa's most sensitive skin. Lexa felt a surge of arousal, her body trembling with the need for Clarke's touch. 

Clarke's hands gently parted Lexa's thighs further, her lips placing soft, teasing kisses along the inner edges. Lexa's back arched slightly, her hands tightening their grip in Clarke's hair, urging her closer. 

With a look of pure desire, Clarke met Lexa's eyes one last time before lowering her head and pressing a kiss to Lexa's clit. The sensation was electric, a shockwave of pleasure that made Lexa cry out softly. Clarke's tongue followed, moving with deliberate, languid strokes that sent Lexa spiraling into a world of bliss. 

Lexa's hips bucked instinctively, her body responding to Clarke's skillful touch. Clarke's hands held her steady, providing a grounding presence as she continued to explore and worship Lexa's folds. The mixture of tenderness and desire in Clarke's movements left Lexa breathless, her moans filling the room as she surrendered completely to the pleasure Clarke was giving her. 

Lexa could feel every stroke of Clarke's tongue, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. It felt so good, so intensely perfect, that she could barely think, her mind lost in the sensations Clarke was creating. Clarke's tongue moved with a rhythm that seemed to sync with Lexa's heartbeat, each flick and swirl drawing her closer and closer to the edge. 

Lexa's breath came in ragged gasps, her hands gripping Clarke's hair as her hips moved in time with Clarke's tongue. The world around her seemed to fade away, leaving only the connection between them, the building tension that coiled tighter and tighter in her core. 

Clarke's hands caressed Lexa's thighs, grounding her, anchoring her to the moment. Lexa's eyes fluttered closed, her entire being focused on the exquisite pleasure that Clarke was giving her. She felt herself spiraling, the intensity of the sensations pulling her higher and higher until she was right on the brink, teetering at the precipice of ecstasy. 

Just when Lexa thought she couldn't hold on any longer, she heard Clarke's voice, low and commanding, yet filled with a tender urgency. "Let go, Lexa." 

The words were all Lexa needed. With a final, breathless cry, she let go, her body surrendering to the peak of pleasure. The release was overwhelming, a powerful wave that crashed over her, sending ripples of ecstasy through every fiber of her being. Clarke's tongue never stopped, drawing out Lexa's orgasm, making it last, intensifying every moment of bliss. 

Lexa's body trembled, her back arching as she rode out the waves of her climax. Clarke's hands and mouth guided her through it, grounding her even as she soared. When the waves finally began to subside, Lexa collapsed back onto the bed, breathless and utterly spent. 

Clarke moved back up, kissing her way up Lexa's body until she reached her lips. Lexa kissed her back with what little strength she had left, her heart still pounding, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her release. 

"That was incredible," Lexa whispered, her voice filled with awe. 

Clarke smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from Lexa's face. "You were incredible," she replied softly, her eyes filled with affection. "I’m glad I could give you that." 

Lexa pulled Clarke down for another kiss, feeling a deep connection that went beyond the physical. It was a moment of pure intimacy, one that she knew she would cherish for a long time to come. 

Lexa lay there for a moment, catching her breath and savoring the afterglow. Then, with a playful look in her eyes, she gathered her strength and, with a quick and unexpected move, flipped Clarke over onto her back. Clarke let out a surprised laugh, her eyes widening as Lexa took control. 

Lexa wasted no time. She straddled Clarke, leaning down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Clarke responded eagerly, her hands roaming over Lexa's back. The kiss was heated, a blend of passion and desire that left them both breathless. 

Breaking the kiss, Lexa began her journey down Clarke's body, her lips trailing a path of fire. She kissed Clarke's neck, savoring the soft gasps that escaped Clarke's lips. Lexa gripped the hem of Clarke's shirt and, with a swift motion, pulled it off over her head. Her kisses moved lower, across Clarke's collarbone and down to her chest. Lexa's hands followed, caressing and teasing, drawing soft moans from Clarke as she continued her descent. 

Lexa's lips found Clarke's breasts, her tongue swirling around each nipple, eliciting a shiver from Clarke. She lavished attention there for a moment, enjoying the way Clarke's body responded to her touch. But Lexa had a destination in mind, and she was eager to reach it. 

She continued her journey, her kisses trailing down Clarke's stomach, feeling the muscles quiver beneath her lips. Clarke's breath hitched, her anticipation growing with each passing second. Lexa glanced up, meeting Clarke's gaze, her eyes filled with hunger. 

Finally, Lexa reached her prize. Clarke's arousal was evident, straining against the fabric of her sweatpants. Lexa's breath hitched at the sight. With deliberate movements, she hooked her fingers under the waistband and slowly pulled the sweatpants down, revealing Clarke's impressive erection. 

Lexa's eyes widened slightly, her earlier curiosity about Clarke's size now answered. She looked up at Clarke, whose expression was a filled with desire and vulnerability. Lexa leaned in, her breath warm against Clarke's hardened length, and placed a gentle kiss on the tip, drawing a sharp gasp from Clarke. 

"You're beautiful," Lexa whispered. 

Clarke's hands found their way into Lexa's hair, guiding her gently. "So are you," Clarke replied, her voice trembling with need. 

Lexa didn't hesitate. She began to kiss and lick along Clarke's length, savoring every reaction, every sound Clarke made. Clarke's hips bucked slightly, her body responding eagerly to Lexa's touch. Lexa's hands caressed Clarke's thighs, grounding her as she continued her actions. 

Clarke's breathing grew ragged, her moans filling the room. Lexa could feel Clarke's body tensing, the telltale signs of her approaching climax. Lexa's own arousal spiked at the thought, her determination to bring Clarke to the same heights of pleasure she had experienced fueling her movements. 

Just as Clarke seemed on the verge of release, Lexa stopped. She shifted, positioning herself over Clarke's length, her eyes locked onto Clarke's as she slowly lowered herself, taking Clarke inside her inch by inch. The sensation was exquisite, sending a shudder through both of them. 

Clarke's hands gripped Lexa's hips, as Lexa began to ride her, moving slowly at first, savoring every moment, every sensation. The feeling of Clarke filling her completely was intoxicating, and Lexa moaned softly, her movements becoming more fluid, more urgent. 

Clarke's control snapped. With a sudden, powerful move, she flipped them over, pinning Lexa beneath her. Clarke began to thrust hard, each movement driving deeper, pushing Lexa closer to the edge. 

Lexa's nails raked down Clarke's back, her moans growing louder with each powerful thrust. Clarke's pace was relentless, her rhythm perfect, driving Lexa higher and higher until she was teetering on the brink of ecstasy. 

"Clarke," Lexa gasped, her voice trembling with need. "I'm so close again." 

"Let go," Clarke growled, her voice husky. "Let me make you come." 

With a final, powerful thrust, Lexa's body shattered, her orgasm crashing over her with a force that left her breathless. Clarke continued to thrust, drawing out Lexa's pleasure, her own release following moments later as she spilled into Lexa, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. 

They collapsed together, breathless and spent, their bodies entwined. Clarke brushed a strand of hair from Lexa's face, her eyes softening. "You're amazing," she whispered, her voice filled with tenderness. 

Lexa smiled. "So are you," she replied softly, her hand cupping Clarke's cheek. "That was... incredible." 

They lay together, bodies still humming with residual pleasure. Clarke's fingers traced lazy patterns on Lexa's skin, as they both caught their breath. 

It wasn't long before their desire flared up again. Clarke's lips found Lexa's neck, her kisses igniting a new wave of arousal. Lexa responded eagerly, her hands exploring Clarke's body with renewed fervor. Their kisses deepened, and soon they were lost in each other once more, bodies entwined and moving in a dance of want. 

Each climax leaving them both trembling and breathless, only to be followed by another wave of desire. They barely paused to catch their breath before diving back into each other's arms, the cycle repeating again and again. 

At times, it was slow and tender, Clarke's hands gentle and caressing, Lexa's lips whispering against Clarke's ear. At other moments, it was frenzied and urgent, their bodies moving with a desperate need to feel as much of each other as possible.  

The hotel room seemed like a cocoon, the outside world fading into insignificance as they focused solely on the pleasure they gave each other. Hours passed, the boundaries between them dissolving as they gave themselves over completely to their passion.  

As dawn began to break, their movements slowed, exhaustion finally catching up with them. Their final time was a slow, languid dance, a celebration of the bond they had forged through the night. Clarke's body pressed against Lexa's, their breaths mingling as they moved together one last time. 

When they finally collapsed, too spent to continue, they lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and their hearts still pounding. Lexa nestled against Clarke's chest, feeling the steady thrum of Clarke's heartbeat beneath her cheek. Clarke's arms wrapped around her, holding her close. 

"You're unbelievable," Lexa murmured, her voice heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. 

Clarke pressed a soft kiss to Lexa's forehead. "So are you," she replied, her voice a gentle caress. 

They drifted off to sleep, their bodies entwined, the promise of a new day and the deep connection they had forged carrying them into a peaceful slumber. 

Lexa and Clarke woke up to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. Their bodies were intertwined, a tangle of limbs and shared warmth. For a moment, they simply lay there, savoring the intimacy of the morning, but the reality of the day ahead soon intruded. 

With a sigh, Lexa pressed a gentle kiss to Clarke’s lips. "We should get up," she murmured. 

Clarke nodded, her heart heavy with the knowledge of what was coming next. They reluctantly untangled themselves and made their way to the bathroom, sharing a quiet, intimate shower. The water cascaded over their bodies, washing away the remnants of their night together, but not the connection they had forged. 

Once they were dressed, they stripped the bed and left the room. The walk to the car was silent, each step a reminder of the inevitable separation looming ahead. Lexa started the engine, and Clarke directed her to their destination with a heavy heart. 

As Lexa drove, Clarke stared out the window, wishing this moment could last forever. She knew where they were going and wished it wasn’t the case. The halfway house loomed large in her mind, a stark reminder of the world she would soon reenter. 

After about twenty minutes, Lexa pulled up in front of a nondescript building. The sign above the door confirmed it: the halfway house Clarke had to check into. They sat in the car for a few minutes, the silence almost stifling. 

Clarke's thoughts raced, wondering what Lexa was thinking. Was this all she was to Lexa? An easy fuck for a horny omega? Clarke’s heart ached at the thought. 

Finally, Clarke found her voice, though it trembled slightly. "Lexa," she began, her eyes fixed on the omega, "will I ever see you again?" 

Lexa turned away, looking out the windshield, and Clarke's heart sank. She knew that look—the distant, unsure look of someone who might not be ready for more. But then Lexa turned back to Clarke, her eyes steady and sincere. 

"I'd like to," Lexa said softly. "I'd like to see if we can maybe build something together." 

Clarke's heart lifted, relief flooding through her. She nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "I'd like that too." 

They lingered in the car for a moment longer, before finally stepping out. Clarke took a deep breath and walked towards the building, feeling a renewed sense of hope. Lexa watched her go, her heart heavy yet determined. She knew this was just the beginning of their journey together. 

[luxi-storyteller]

[bottom-lexa]

folks i need y'all's help.

what photo would alpha clarke use as her profile pic in a grindr-esq dating app?

[owl127]

I would love to see alpha Lexa a bit self conscious about being on her hands and knees for Clarke. Also she could be embarrassed about asking Clarke if she can wrap her legs around Clarke's waist if they're in missionary. Basically Lexa learning how to bottom for Clarke 👀

That really inspired me, anon. Thanks!

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Lexa’s thighs trembled as she lowered herself to the floor, her left knee popping as it hit the soft carpet of Clarke’s room.

A cool thumb touched the side of her lips and she opened them, but Clarke didn’t push it in, holding her chin instead.

“You don’t have to do this,” Clarke said in the darkness of her room, the soft early night rain splashing against the closed window.

Lexa shook her head. “But I want to.”

A thin ring of blue was the only light in Clarke’s dark eyes. “You don’t have to do this only because I do it for you.”

Lexa felt the skin between her eyes tighten at her frown. “I don’t do things only because you do them too.”

Clarke smiled, cupping Lexa’s cheek in surrender. She spread her legs on the bed, leaning backwards. Her erection bobbed between them, thick and angry red. “I’m not challenging you. But I want to make sure you’re comfortable.”

Lexa swallowed her pride, closing her eyes. Clarke’s hands were always so warm, with a soft, caring touch to her face. But Lexa was scared. She didn’t want to disappoint, and Clarke was so good at oral, and now she was afraid she would pale in comparison.

“Can—” Lexa cleared her throat, steeling herself and opening her eyes to find desire in Clarke’s face. “Can you tell me what to do?”

“Oh, darling.” Clarke sat up straighter on the bed, her knees engulfing Lexa’s shoulders. “I’ll do anything you want.”

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The hand on Lexa’s waist burned as it tightened its grip. Lexa breathed slowly, her entire body shaking as she buried her face in Clarke’s pillow.

She wanted this; she had asked Clarke for this, and she thought she was ready. But as Clarke finally slipped in with a broken whimper, Lexa was nothing but overwhelmed. Everything tightened like it had never been before. Her blunt nails hurt against the sheets, her skin itched, and the air was suddenly thin.

“Stop, stop,” Lexa mumbled under her breath, wiggling against the heated body behind her. She didn’t wait for Clarke, turning and ignoring the searching hands as she escaped to her en suite bathroom. The door locked with a low click. Her legs trembled as she sat on the closed toilet lid, and muscles she didn’t know she had were complaining and begging to be sore. Hard and leaking, her erection mocked her.

“Lexa?” Clarke asked with a shake of her voice. The following knocks on the door were fast, almost desperate. “Talk to me. Are you okay?” The doorknob rattled once.

Shame rose to Lexa’s cheeks, and she bit down on a sob.

“Do you want me to go?” 

Lexa hated how small Clarke sounded. Either way, she didn’t reply.

It was close to an hour later when she opened the door, hoping to find her empty bedroom. Instead, sitting on the floor with her back against the bedside, Clarke looked up at her with red, puffy eyes. It made Lexa feel better and worse.

Clarke stood up and took a step closer, but stopped, pulling her arms back. The hesitation hurt, and then it hurt more because Lexa knew it was her fault.

“Can we just cuddle?” Lexa asked, avoiding pleading blue eyes.

Clarke nodded so fast her curls bounced, and Lexa hid under her girlfriend’s chin.

“I’m sorry,” Lexa whispered to a little freckle on Clarke’s neck. “I thought I was ready, but…”

“Did I hurt you?” 

Lexa looked up to see tears on Clarke’s cheek. It downed on her what Clarke must be thinking, and she felt like crying, but it came out as an irritated snarl, and Clarke flinched.

“No, babe, no, I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me. I was overwhelmed.”

“I thought I had hurt you.”

“Fuck, Clarke, I’m sorry.” She melted into Clarke’s trembling arms. “I’m embarrassed.”

“We don’t have to do it if—”

“I’m embarrassed that I can’t take it the way you can.”

Clarke hugged her tighter, her warm hands rooming over Lexa’s back. Her touch was soothing, and Lexa took a deep breath, finally relaxing.

“We can start slow, babe,” Clarke said and kissed Lexa’s cheek. “We have all the time in the world.”

Lexa guided them to the bed and turned to let Clarke be the big spoon. She gasped when Clarke pulled her close.

“Clarke? Are you still hard?”

Clarke cleared her throat. “I kind of panicked when I thought I had hurt you, but I guess that half a second inside you will get me going for a while,” Clarke confessed from the protection of Lexa’s nape.

“Is there anything I can do for you?” Lexa felt Clarke swallowing. “You’re sensitive. Let me use my mouth on you.”

The moan Clarke breathed on her skin was enough of a reply.

0000

It started as an argument.

Between the two alphas, arguments sometimes escalated to yelling, and then snarling, and finally, a hot, apologetic and anger-infused make out.

But Lexa wouldn’t let this one go easily, even if Clarke’s tongue worked marvels inside her mouth.

They had been to another of Anya’s obnoxious parties, chilling on the front porch with Clarke’s friends. A girl that later Lexa discovered was in the class Clarke TA’d, approached them with a smile Lexa immediately disliked.

The girl was insistent, Lexa had to give her that.

She flirted with Clarke in front of her, and while Clarke politely declined any suggested offers, Lexa intervened when the girl touched Clarke’s thigh without consent.

“Whoa, why do you even care?” the girl had asked with cheap alcohol in her breath, a sly smile as she looked Lexa up and down. “You’re an alpha.”

“I’m her girlfriend,” Lexa spit between gritted teeth, anger warming up her belly. Or those two shots of tequila, either or.

The girl stared Lexa down and laughed, high and sickly sweet. “But you’re an alpha. You can’t give her what I can.”

Before Lexa could react, Clarke, always the ambassador, stepped between them and said something that made the girl walk away with a mumbled “whatever.”

The fight unfolded after that, leading to the arguing in the car, the yelling outside Clarke’s apartment, and now the sweaty hand inside Lexa’s underwear.

Their clothes fell in batches, pools of polyester and cotton leaving a trail to Clarke’s bed. Clarke breathed hard as her back hit the mattress, her legs spreading to cradle Lexa between them. But Lexa shook her head, one hand firm on Clarke’s chest.

“I’m not going to fuck you.”

Clarke’s frustrated whine would be comic if it wasn’t for the desperate glint in her eyes. “Babe, I told you that I had never talked to that girl—” Lexa’s hand on Clarke’s throat cut her off. Not enough to choke, but more than necessary to shut her up. Clarke swallowed hard, and Lexa watched her pupil dilate.

“You’re going to fuck me, and you’re going to do it like you fucking mean it.”

Clarke swallowed again, nodding, and her dick throbbed against Lexa’s abs, earnest and leaking.

“Good.” Lexa let go of Clarke’s throat and allowed the other alpha to switch their positions. She hoped she sounded more assertive than she felt, but after many slow, patient times, Lexa was ready to feel Clarke letting go with her.

It was an understatement that neither would last the moment Clarke entered her, the arguing and the anger forgotten as Lexa clung to Clarke’s back. Her thighs trembled open, and Clarke kissed her chin and helped her lock them around her waist. She didn’t move at first, hovering over Lexa as they shared wet, deep pulls of air until Lexa nodded, Clarke’s long curls sticking to her forehead.

There was no warning as Clarke set a rhythm of shallow and fast thrusts, her headboard hitting the wall at a relentless pace. Lexa whined and held on, enjoying the way Clarke’s soft belly teased the head of her cock at each thrust. She pulled on blonde downy hair at Clarke’s neck, and Clarke growled, pulling Lexa’s hips higher and deepening her reach. Her broken, pitiful whine would embarrass Lexa if it didn’t feel so good.

“You ok?” Clarke panted between the sharp pumping of her hips and Lexa nodded, scratching the blonde’s back.

“Don’t stop.”

“Anything for you,” Clarke promised and pulled back enough for a messy, tech-clashing kiss, and found her spot on Lexa’s neck to keep fucking her silly into the bed.

Lexa didn’t know how long she could take that, with her legs already burning in protest, but she wouldn’t have to; she felt her climax climbing its way from her center, and instead of pursuing it, she let it come to her, surrendering any amount of control and letting Clarke do the hard work.

And God, she did it right.

Lexa dug her nails into supple flesh as a warning, gasping a single “Clarke” into the panting girl’s ear before throwing her head back and coming silently at first, her mouth open in a mute scream as she made a mess between them. The scream finally came along with the blackening of her vision, a moan loud enough to echo in the small bedroom.

Clarke moaned with her, her thrusts vigorously increasing in pace as Lexa trashed under her, and there was no more constant rhythm or pace, just a messy grinding and clash of wet flesh as Clarke came with a whispered confession of “better than any omega.” Lexa moaned all over again at that, adding to the growing mess between them.

“I love you,” Clarke said after controlling her breathing, brushing Lexa’s hair from her face. “I love you, Lexa. I love everything about you.”

Lexa kissed her forehead, and they both moaned as she fluttered around Clarke. “I love you too.”

Clarke nuzzled Lexa’s ear. “Do you know what I told that girl before she left?”

An involuntary snarl crossed Lexa’s lips at the thought of the nosy girl from the party. Clarke kissed it away with a chuckle. “I told her she could never fuck me the way you do.”

The growl that left Lexa’s lips was now playful, and she flipped them over, moaning as Clarke slipped out. “What about I remind you of that?” Lexa said breathlessly, leaning down to bite Clarke’s lip.

“Please do.”

[dreamcatcher0307]

We were born for this you, and I (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/386575634-we-were-born-for-this-you-and-i?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=Caylav23 Clarke is sent to Earth a year before the 100 to save her from her mother, Abby. Her sisters Raven, Octavia, and their uncle Marcus know the truth about Clarke's true nature. So Marcus sends Clarke down for her safety. Little did they know that Clarke would be pulled into another world that would change everything after a crash landing on Earth. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the 100 characters. This is completely my imagination of what would happen if Lexa never died. I only own my plot and OCs ( Original Characters).

[lexa-griffins]

Okay, so last night I was in the mood for an Alpha Clarke fic and was blown away by the search.

137??? And most aren't completed (which I think we can agree is thanks to the troll). 😔 Like I finally feel your pain, cos I'm more in the likes to switch things up/open minded in regards to their roles. But damn. Seriously , that 1% of Clexa fics!!

And I've read damned near all of them. 😭 Do you have any recs? Because though I've decided to write an Alpha Clarke fic (because we obviously need more), I need something to read until I finish my current WIP!!

Sorry this is a bit of a late answer!!! But oh yeah, it is a very small percentage. And in those are included one-shot compilations that have both presentations tagged. And there is also a small share of prologue type fics there so even that number isn't 100% individual fics. It is scarse over here on the alpha!clarke/omega!Lexa side. Some alpha!clarke fics would sometimes pop up and then be deleted soon after because of hate (and this was before the newest troll popped up) and I've seen authors justifying themselves in comments over and over as to why they chose to write alpha!clarke. Combined with the decline in comments it doesnt really breed a place for writers to write for what is a smaller niche in the fandom, especially if they aren't a little more established in the fandom :/

So while I doubt I'll be giving you any new recs because you've mentioned you've read nearly them all, here are some of my faves:

Head vs Heart Series - i mean, this is the OG really

Yours series by @owl127

Let's Go Burn Down Your House

The Royal Consort (Unfinished)

How Can I Get Back to You (Also unfinished but oh its totally worth the read)

Send Me Away with the Words of a Love Song

Halley's Comet

Oops by @bottom-lexa

For my Heda

We Need to Talk - now this one is alpha x alpha but its so well written that if you havent i totally recommend the read!

I cant really recommend you your own fic but if anyone hasnt read @vmplvr1977 alpha clarke / omega Lexa fic, Echoes of You (Within me) i highly recommended it too! ✨️

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This fantastic f/f omegaverse saga continues! Join Charlie and Kal and their Zodiac pack in this 7th installment of The Alpha God series ❤️.

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Hi, I was wondering what your favorite Clexa fic is? To be honest I’m just looking for new ones to read and I know you are bound to have read some amazing ones! I’ve read every single one of yours and I love all of them so much, you have such a beautiful writing style (and your smut is so tastefully written too).

I gotta tell ya out of all the words in English language I never would've guessed Tasteful as one to describe my smut, but ya know what baby I'm gonna take it and keep 😌💕

But yeah I don't really have a "favorite" per se, just comfort ones I read over and over in between trying new stories out.

More Than Warriors by Steklir. Obviously. Head Over Boots. Pie In The Sky. In Love And War And Politics. If you're going for pure smutty fun then pm anything Nachos writes, but special hat-tip to MAGayA au just because. Sassy's EIB series and her Southern au fics hold a very dear place in my heart. I like The Little Pauna series, watching Clarke and Heda growing into an old married couple with their kids 🥺. What Heart's Ease Must Queens Neglect (queen Lexa makes me bite my fist). Anything by Dreamsaremywords and Aphroditeslaw. Literally anything they've put out is gonna be good I promise. Six by Lingeringlillies as well. If you're looking for more g!p/genderbent type stuff that isn't fetishy or hetero coded, SyngularitySyn is a great author both for their works and could probably rec you some great stories too! There's another one that's canon divergent where Clarke is an alpha and Lexa's an omega and it takes years for them to get together? I can't remember the name but it's very angsty and then sweet. Lexa dies as commander but is revived, but has still lost her title when Clarke finally sees her again? She has an injured leg in it? I know I know the name of this damn thing cuz I've read it like 4 times but I cannot for the life of me remember it now.

EDIT: oh fuck me sideways. Also ur-the-puppy's stuff. Their vamp!Lexa story Dirty Dogs is magnifique

Oh also, speaking of dreamsaremywords, she has an extensive (altho I don't think it's updated) rec list that has her top 100 picks! That'd be a great place to peruse 😌

[talktomeinclexa]

Alpha Your Way Into My Heart

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Status: WIP

Summary: One moment of distraction is all it takes for Clarke to accidentally send a text admitting how much Lexa’s scent affects her to the wrong addressee. Lexa. Her Alpha roommate on the cusp of her rut. The situation would be only slightly mortifying and complicated if Clarke wasn’t also an Alpha. In a world where biology and prejudices often go hand-in-hand, will the two women get their happy ending?

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Chapter 6: The Best of Friends

Clarke racked her fingers through her hair one more time to add a carefully constructed messiness to her appearance. She adjusted her leather jacket and gave herself one last look-over in the mirror. The blue top she wore under revealed a little more cleavage than she was usually comfortable with, but she liked the feel of it on her skin. Lexa having a thing for her boots might also have played a part in her decision. Her makeup made her eyes pop without being too obvious—because there was only one stereotype about Alphas she wanted to tackle that evening and it wasn’t this one.

She exited the bathroom with a bounce in her steps, only to freeze at the sight of Lexa waiting for her in the room. If her jaw hadn’t been firmly attached to her skull, it would have hit the floor like that Tex Avery wolf her brother Aden found so funny.

Lexa had opted for black jeans so tight they could have been painted on her skin. They clung to her butt—the only part of her body that wasn’t ridiculously trim—in a way that had Clarke salivate and seriously consider missing the party. Her emerald shirt made her eyes look more green than gray, and with the eyeliner emphasizing them, Clarke almost swallowed her tongue when they zeroed in on her.

“Whoa,” Lexa said.

Her sincere appreciation made up for her lack of smoothness, and Clarke smiled despite her own lustful thoughts. “You’re not too shabby yourself, babe.”

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[mozz14]

Alpha Dance Company

Lexa loves to dance and she loves her new job. That cocky Clarke Griffin, who gets everything she wants without really working for it - she can't bear her at all...

[reallygroovyninja]

Anya sat in the sleek, glass-walled conference room, her arms crossed as her sharp eyes surveyed the board members of Polis City FC. The tension in the air was palpable. Lexa’s career as one of the top midfielders in the Omega Premier League was unparalleled, but this meeting was not about her performance. It was about her personal life—a topic Anya knew was bound to ignite her protective instincts.

“We appreciate Lexa’s contributions to the team,” began Marcus Kane, one of the senior board members, his tone measured but firm. “Her skills on the field are unmatched, and the fans adore her. However…” He glanced down at a document in front of him. “Her lifestyle is raising concerns with some of our key advertisers.”

Anya arched an eyebrow. “Her lifestyle? You mean her dedication to staying fit, training relentlessly, and winning games? Because that’s what I see when I look at Lexa Woods.”

“Come now, Ms. Greene,” interjected Diana Sydney, another board member, leaning forward with a tight smile. “You know that’s not what we mean. Lexa is an unmated omega at twenty-five. She’s high-profile, and while that draws fans, it also brings scrutiny. Our advertisers are increasingly aligned with… more traditional values.”

“Traditional values,” Anya repeated dryly, her voice dripping with disdain. “So the issue isn’t her talent, or her ability to pack stadiums, or the fact that she’s single-handedly elevated this team’s profile in the league. It’s that she hasn’t settled down?”

“We’re not here to undermine her,” Kane cut in, his voice placating. “We’re here to address the clause in her contract. As you’re aware, Lexa agreed to terms that stipulated she would seek to form a stable union by the age of twenty-five, a clause she has not fulfilled.”

Anya clenched her jaw, but kept her tone calm. “That clause was a relic of outdated league policies that should’ve been abolished years ago. Lexa signed it under pressure as a rookie because she didn’t have the leverage she does now.”

“Be that as it may,” Sydney continued, “she signed it. And now we’re at a crossroads. Advertisers are nervous. Lexa dates alphas publicly, but there’s no sign of commitment. It sends the wrong message.”

“The wrong message,” Anya echoed, her temper flaring despite her best efforts. “Let me tell you what message Lexa sends: that omegas don’t have to fit into your little mold of what’s acceptable. She’s a role model precisely because she’s unapologetic about who she is.”

Sydney’s eyes narrowed. “It’s not just about her. This affects the team’s revenue, our standing in the league, and the image of Polis City FC.”

Anya leaned forward, her brown eyes blazing. “Then let me make this clear: Lexa is a star. Fans show up because they want to see her. Not because of who she’s dating, or whether she’s mated, or how traditional she looks on a billboard. You’re risking alienating your audience by trying to shove her into a box.”

Kane raised a hand, signaling for calm. “We don’t want to lose her. But this is a matter of ensuring long-term stability—for her and for the team. If she doesn’t meet the clause, her position is at risk. We’re prepared to renegotiate, but only if she agrees to take steps toward settling down.”

Anya let out a humorless laugh. “You want me to tell her to play house with some alpha to save your advertising contracts? Do you have any idea how insulting that is?”

“She agreed to it,” Sydney said coolly. “If she wants to remain in the league, she needs to show progress on this front.”

Anya stood, smoothing out her blazer with deliberate care. “Lexa doesn’t need this team as much as you need her. And let me remind you that the fans and the media will eat you alive if you push her out over something as antiquated and invasive as this clause. She’s bigger than your rules. I suggest you think about that before making any hasty decisions.”

Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and walked out of the room, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor. As she stepped outside, she pulled out her phone, dialing Lexa’s number.

The locker room hummed with the sound of running water and the faint echo of Lexa's phone vibrating against the wooden bench near her locker. The device lit up with an incoming call, displaying Anya's name. The ringtone cut through the quiet but quickly fell silent, the voicemail tone following shortly after. Lexa, however, was lost in a different world entirely, every sensation narrowed to the heat of the shower and the woman behind her.

Steam wrapped around them like a cocoon, droplets racing down the tiled walls. Lexa's body was pressed against the cool surface, her palms flat against the tiles, seeking purchase as pleasure coursed through her. Her leg perched on the small bench gave her perfect leverage, her body arching into each of Costia's determined thrusts. Every motion between them felt electric, desperate, their shared hunger filling the empty space with echoing moans.

"Don't," Lexa panted, raw desire making her voice tremble. "Don't you dare knot me." The words came from somewhere primal, a place of pure sensation rather than thought.

Costia's only reply was a low grunt, her fingers digging into Lexa's hips with possessive intensity as she maintained her relentless pace. Lexa bit her lip, head falling forward as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. Costia knew exactly how to touch her, how to move, each thrust precise and devastating in its effect. The heat building inside Lexa became overwhelming, her whole body trembling with mounting need.

The steam swirled around them as Lexa's orgasm took her by surprise, its intensity stealing her breath and making her cry out. Costia followed close behind, her final thrust accompanied by a deep groan that seemed to carry something Lexa was too lost in sensation to analyze. She slipped out of Lexa slowly, breath ragged against her neck. "Didn't knot you," Costia murmured, pressing an unusually tender kiss to the back of Lexa's shoulder before stepping away.

Lexa released a shaky breath, forehead resting against the shower wall as aftershocks rippled through her. She turned to rinse off, the water washing away the evidence of their passion. Beside her, Costia moved to the next showerhead, her movements suddenly brisk and efficient, a stark contrast to their previous intimacy. Something in the air between them shifted, though Lexa couldn't yet name what had changed.

Costia shut off the water and grabbed her towel, wrapping it around herself as she padded back toward the lockers. As she pulled on her clothes, her voice shattered the comfortable silence. "I took a job with Azgeda."

The words hit Lexa like ice water, freezing her mid-rinse. "What?" she asked, turning her head slightly, green eyes wide with genuine shock.

"Assistant coach position," Costia continued, now unable to meet Lexa's stunned gaze as she fastened her pants. "This will be the last time we can… do this."

Lexa turned off the water, droplets sliding down her body as she reached for her own towel, mind reeling. "When were you going to tell me?" she asked, her tone betraying both hurt and disbelief. Costia moving to coach their biggest rivals felt like a double betrayal.

Costia shrugged, her lips pressing into a thin line. "Now, I guess. Didn't seem worth mentioning earlier."

Lexa stared at her, still processing the sudden shift from intimate to distant. The casual dismissal of what they'd shared stung more than she'd expected. "Guess that was your version of goodbye then." The words tasted bitter - Costia wouldn't just be leaving her bed, she'd be on the opposite bench, analyzing Lexa's plays, hunting for weaknesses.

Costia finally looked at her, a flicker of something - regret? sadness? - crossing her dark eyes. "Yeah," she said simply, before slipping her bag over her shoulder and heading for the exit.

Lexa stood there, the cooling water dripping from her skin, trying to reconcile the passionate moments just shared with this abrupt ending. She let out a long exhale, wrapping the towel around herself as she made her way to her locker. Her phone buzzed again with another notification, but she ignored it, her mind struggling to process how quickly everything had changed.

Shaking her head, she started dressing, pushing down the sudden hollow feeling in her chest. Whatever happened next, Lexa knew she couldn't let this sudden blow derail her. She had her own team to lead, and there was no room for hesitation - even if this particular wound cut deeper than she'd expected. Soon she'd be facing Costia across the field, her intimate knowledge of Lexa transformed into a tactical advantage.

Lexa sat on the edge of her leather couch, staring blankly at the cold cup of tea on the coffee table in front of her. The muted sound of a sports recap played on the TV, but she wasn’t paying attention. Her mind was elsewhere, replaying the conversation from the locker room. Costia was gone—taking a job with Azgeda. It was over.

She rubbed her hands over her face and let out a slow, shaky breath. The apartment felt unbearably quiet, the silence pressing down on her like a weight she couldn’t lift. She glanced at her phone on the couch beside her. Missed calls and texts from Anya filled the notifications, but she couldn’t bring herself to answer. What was she supposed to say? That her professional life was in limbo and her personal life was falling apart?

A sudden knock at the door startled her. Lexa’s heart skipped a beat, and for one foolish second, she thought it might be Costia. But even as the thought crossed her mind, she knew better. Costia wouldn’t come back—not now, not ever. Still, the faint flicker of hope pushed her to her feet. She padded to the door and peered through the peephole.

Anya’s familiar face stared back at her, an expression of irritation and concern etched into her features.

Lexa sighed and unlocked the door, pulling it open slowly. Before she could say anything, Anya stepped forward, her tone sharp and direct.

“Lexa, what the hell? I’ve been calling and texting you for two days,” Anya said, crossing her arms as she fixed Lexa with a pointed look. “Do you know how many meetings I’ve had to fend off while wondering if you’d dropped off the face of the Earth?”

Lexa leaned against the doorframe, her expression tired and resigned. “Costia took a job with Azgeda,” she said quietly, the words coming out flat, as if saying them aloud might lessen their impact.

Anya’s expression softened slightly, but only for a moment. “Yeah, I heard,” she said, stepping past Lexa into the apartment without waiting for an invitation. “But we’ve got bigger things to deal with right now.”

Lexa closed the door and turned to face her manager. “Bigger things?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. “I just lost—”

Anya held up a hand, cutting her off. “I know what you lost, Lexa. And I get it, okay? But sitting here wallowing isn’t going to help. You’ve got a contract clause hanging over your head, advertisers breathing down our necks, and a board of directors that’s starting to ask questions I don’t have answers for.”

Lexa frowned, the weight of Anya’s words settling over her like a new layer of pressure. “I didn’t ask for this. Any of it.”

“No, but it’s here,” Anya said firmly, her green eyes locking onto Lexa’s. “And you’ve got two choices. You can sit here and let it crush you, or you can get up and fight back. But either way, I’m not letting you spiral over Costia or anyone else.”

Lexa clenched her jaw, her hands curling into fists at her sides. “It’s not that simple, Anya.”

“Maybe not,” Anya conceded, her tone softening. “But you’ve never been the type to take the easy way out, and I’m not about to let you start now. So, are you ready to talk strategy, or do I have to drag you out of here kicking and screaming?”

Lexa let out a bitter laugh, though there was no humor in it. “You’re relentless, you know that?”

“That’s why you hired me,” Anya said with a small smirk. “Now, get dressed. We’re fixing this.”

The restaurant was quiet, its dim lighting casting a warm glow over the dark wood booths. Lexa sat across from Anya, her plate of untouched food in front of her. She pushed a piece of grilled chicken around with her fork, her appetite completely absent. Anya, as always, was focused and no-nonsense, her elbows resting on the table as she laid everything out.

“The owners are doubling down,” Anya said, her voice low but firm. She leaned in slightly, her gaze locked on Lexa’s tired face. “They want you to settle down, Lexa. Their concern isn’t just about the clause anymore—it’s about optics.”

Lexa’s jaw tightened, and she stabbed at her salad without looking up. “Optics,” she muttered bitterly. “They wanted me to look desirable to the fans, unattainable to anyone who wasn’t a certain type of alpha, and now they’re mad it worked.”

Anya sighed, rubbing a hand over her face. “They’re scared, Lexa. They let us run with this image of you as the omega every alpha wanted, constantly dating high-profile alphas without ever committing. It kept you in the spotlight, sure, but it’s not the kind of spotlight they want now.”

Lexa finally looked up, her green eyes flashing with irritation. “And whose idea was that, Anya? They wanted me to play the game, to sell jerseys and tickets and advertising deals. And now they’re blaming me for doing exactly what they asked.”

Anya held up a hand. “I know. But the problem isn’t the fans—they love you. It’s the advertisers, the ones with the money. They want stability, tradition. The board thinks that lifestyle we sold is a liability now. They’re panicking.”

Lexa let out a humorless laugh and sat back, crossing her arms. “They’re panicking over nothing. None of those so-called ‘dates’ meant anything. Hell, the whole thing was a front. They don’t even know the truth.”

Anya’s eyes narrowed, her tone dropping even lower. “And they can’t know. If it ever came out that you were sleeping with Costia—a mated alpha who coaches in the league—it would be a PR disaster.”

Lexa bristled at the mention of Costia’s name, her gaze dropping back to her plate. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” she said quietly. “None of it. I didn’t want to be some fake celebrity omega for them to parade around. And now Costia’s gone, and I’m stuck cleaning up the mess.”

Anya softened, her tough exterior cracking just enough to show a hint of empathy. “I know it wasn’t easy, Lexa. You didn’t ask for any of this, and you’ve done everything they wanted. But now we’re here, and we need a way out.”

Lexa pushed her plate away and leaned forward, resting her head in her hands. “What do they want me to do? Magically find an alpha to settle down with? Fake a relationship again?”

“They want you to look stable,” Anya said carefully. “And, yes, they’d prefer it if you settled down. But we need to tread carefully. If they push too hard and you push back, this whole thing could blow up. For now, we need to buy time.”

Lexa shook her head, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Time for what? To find some perfect alpha to play house with? That’s not me, Anya. It’s never been me.”

Anya leaned forward, her voice calm but insistent. “No, but you’re smart, Lexa. We’ll figure something out. You’ve worked too hard to let them take this away from you.”

Lexa didn’t respond immediately, her mind churning with thoughts of Costia, the pressure from the owners, and the impossibility of the situation. Finally, she looked up at Anya, her expression resolute despite the storm raging inside her. “Fine,” she said. “But whatever we do, it’s on my terms. I won’t let them control me anymore.”

Anya nodded, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “That’s the Lexa I know. Now, let’s figure out how to get through this without burning everything to the ground.”

The week had dragged on, each day feeling heavier than the last. Anya had been relentless, texting Lexa names of alphas she thought might be "worthy" enough to consider for a long-term arrangement. Every suggestion—from high-profile athletes to polished corporate types—was met with a swift rejection. Lexa didn’t even bother explaining her reasons most of the time. She simply texted back, No.

By Friday, Anya’s latest suggestion still sat unread on Lexa’s phone as she trudged into the team facility after practice. Her muscles ached from the grueling drills, and her mood wasn’t much better. She’d barely changed out of her training gear when a staff member flagged her down.

“You’ve got a meeting with the new team doctor,” they said, gesturing toward one of the offices down the hall.

Lexa groaned inwardly, running a hand through her damp hair. She vaguely recalled something about new medical staff being introduced during a team meeting earlier that week. The bio on the doctor, Clarke Griffin, had been thorough but unremarkable. Lexa hadn’t given it much thought—medical staff came and went, and unless they were patching her up or keeping her on the field, she didn’t pay much attention.

Still, Lexa made her way to the office, her cleats clicking softly against the tiled floor. The door was ajar, and she could see someone moving inside, organizing equipment and setting up files. She knocked lightly before stepping inside.

The woman who turned to greet her wasn’t what Lexa had expected. Clarke Griffin was younger than most of the doctors Lexa had dealt with before, with bright blue eyes and a confident demeanor that radiated authority. She wore a fitted white coat over casual but professional clothes, her blonde hair tied back in a loose ponytail. Clarke’s smile was polite but warm as she extended a hand.

“Lexa Woods, right? I’m Dr. Clarke Griffin. Nice to finally meet you.”

Lexa hesitated for half a second before shaking her hand. “Yeah, that’s me. Welcome to the team,” she said, her voice steady but devoid of enthusiasm.

Clarke chuckled, her smile widening slightly. “Thanks. I’ve been catching up on everyone’s files this week, and your name comes up a lot. Sounds like you keep us on our toes.”

Lexa raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms. “Is that a complaint already?”

“Not at all,” Clarke said smoothly, grabbing a tablet from her desk. “Just an observation. You’ve had a spotless injury record for a while, which is impressive considering the position you play. I wanted to go over a few things with you—some routine stuff to get up to speed.”

Lexa nodded, leaning back against the wall as Clarke tapped through the tablet. She found herself watching the doctor more closely than she’d intended. There was something about Clarke—her easy confidence, the way she spoke without hesitation—that was unexpectedly intriguing.

“So,” Clarke said, glancing up and catching Lexa’s gaze. “Any concerns I should know about? Old injuries, recurring soreness, anything like that?”

Lexa shook her head, pushing her thoughts aside. “Nope. I’m good.”

Clarke studied her for a moment, her expression thoughtful but not overbearing. “Alright. If anything comes up, let me know. My job is to keep you in top form, so don’t hesitate.”

Lexa gave a curt nod, already shifting toward the door. She wasn’t in the mood for small talk, and the last thing she needed was more distractions. But as she left the office, she couldn’t help but glance back once, catching Clarke’s focused expression as she returned to her work.

For the first time that week, Lexa felt a flicker of something unfamiliar—a subtle curiosity that lingered as she walked away. But she quickly shook it off. The last thing she needed was another complication.

Lexa gripped the steering wheel tightly as she navigated the city streets on her way home from practice, her muscles still sore from the day’s drills. Her phone, mounted on the dashboard, buzzed with an incoming call. Glancing at the screen, she sighed. It was Anya. Again.

Reluctantly, she pressed the button on her steering wheel to answer. “What now, Anya?”

“What now?” Anya’s sharp tone came through the speaker, loud and clear. “What’s now is that you’ve shot down every single alpha I’ve suggested this week. Do you realize how much pressure I’m under from the owners to fix this?”

Lexa rolled her eyes, her voice clipped as she responded. “I told you, I’m not picking some random alpha just to shut them up.”

“It’s not just about shutting them up,” Anya snapped. “It’s about your career. Your future, Lexa. You think they’re just going to let this slide? You’ve got a contract with that clause hanging over your head, and they’re not going to wait forever.”

Lexa clenched her jaw, the frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. “And what do you want me to do, Anya? Go on some matchmaking show and pick whoever looks the most photogenic? My luck, the club will decide I have to marry this alpha, and then what? I’m stuck in a loveless marriage for the rest of my life because of them?”

“You’re being dramatic,” Anya said, though there was a hint of exasperated sympathy in her voice. “Nobody’s saying you have to get married tomorrow. But you need to play ball, Lexa. Show them you’re making an effort.”

Lexa let out a bitter laugh, her knuckles white on the wheel. “Making an effort? For who? The owners? The advertisers? The fans who think they know me because of some bullshit image we sold them? What about what I want, Anya? Or does that not matter anymore?”

Anya sighed heavily, the sound crackling through the phone. “Of course it matters, Lexa. But you don’t live in a vacuum. You’ve got responsibilities—to the team, to the league, to yourself. This isn’t just about you anymore.”

Lexa turned onto her street, the familiar sight of her apartment building coming into view. She parked but didn’t move to get out, her hands still gripping the wheel. “I’m not going to let them trap me in a life I don’t want,” she said quietly, her voice firm despite the weariness beneath it. “If they want me to play, I’ll play. But I’m not giving up my freedom for this.”

Anya was silent for a moment before finally speaking, her tone softer but no less determined. “Nobody’s asking you to give up your freedom, Lexa. I just need you to meet me halfway. We’ll figure something out, but you have to give me something to work with.”

Lexa closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. “Fine. But don’t expect miracles.”

“That’s all I’m asking,” Anya said. “Get some rest. We’ll talk more tomorrow.”

Lexa hung up, leaning back against the headrest with a groan. The weight of the week felt heavier than ever, but she couldn’t shake the nagging thought that this wasn’t just about the owners or the league. It was about her, too—what she wanted, and what she was willing to fight for.

For now, though, all she wanted was a moment of peace.

[bottom-lexa]

Clexaweek - Day 4: Accidents happen!

Oops...

Omegaverse. Rated E.

Clarke and Lexa have been dating for almost three months now and things have been going really well for them. The sex, in particular, is mindblowingly amazing - like tonight. Neither of them are on their mating cycles at the moment and the closest one is Clarke's but that isn't due for another two weeks at least, so they're both entirely unprepared when Clarke's knot starts to inflate in the middle of their bedroom activities. Yes, they could stop- should stop because they both know better than to keep going without protection when Clarke can potentially breed and knot Lexa. But they can't be trusted to make the best choices when their decision-making capabilities are compromised by...well, the horniness. And there is one very real possibility that comes from an Alpha and Omega knotting...

Omegaverse biology lore/explanation here Details on Clarke's cock here

read here || other clexaweek works

[owl127]

I had this vision of Clarke and Lexa (omega verse) inviting Abby and her boyfriend to a 1 week trip in the forest of at the beach, and they’re in this cute cute cabin together, it’s really nice, and their bedroom is close to one another, however Clarke and Lexa discreetly asked if the walls were thick which the owner said yes, so one night Clarke and Lexa get in ON like for easily 1 hour right, several times, and the next morning Abby and her boyfriend look at them like 👁️👄👁️, they could hear even what was softly said, so the FILTHY things they said did not fall in deaf ears.

Lexa could be quite uptight with Abby as she’s intimidated by her, like Clarke is her only child and all, so Lexas always very proper with minimal pda you Know…

If you still take promps, could you maybe do this one ?

The insistent call of early birds is what brings Lexa back from a dreamless sleep. She blinks awake in the unfamiliar room, the low wooden ceiling welcoming her morning. She stretches like a lazy cat, and the source of warmth on her back hums at her ear.

"Good morning," Clarke whispers hoarsely, their naked legs intertwining under the fur blanket. Lexa turns and kisses Clarke good morning, teasing sleep away with another kiss on her neck. "For the love of god, I can’t go again," Clarke protests as Lexa continues to kiss her collarbone. "I’m ridiculously sore, babe."

"You okay?" Lexa asks behind the curtain of wild curls, and Clarke nods.

"Yeah, but give me a break, okay? Last night was..." She bites her lips, and Lexa follows the movement with a bite of her own.

"Good?" Lexa grunts on a marked neck.

"Very good." They meet for another kiss.

The sound of pans and cutlery cuts through their quiet room. "I think my mom and Kane are already up." Clarke bumps their noses and leans down for a long, sleepy yawn. "I could go for eggs."

"Or bacon," Lexa agrees, and they make their slow way to the bathroom.

Eggs are sizzling in the kitchen by the time the couple trots down the stairs in search of breakfast.

"Smells good!" Clarke sits by the kitchen island as Lexa sets the table. Marcus, one hand working on pancake batter and the other on the eggs, turns to offer them a smile.

"Good morning, ladies!" His teeth shine between a trimmed beard.

"Where’s mom?" Clarke asks with a grape in her mouth, eyeing the pancake toppings on the island.

Marcus turns back to the stove. "She went for a run."

"This early? That’s not like her."

"She didn’t sleep very well," Marcus says, mostly to the stove, and checks through the cabin window. "Okay, let me just get it out of the way before she’s back." He makes a 180 with his pink apron in place and joins his hands over his chest. "Let’s just say," Marcus starts, his beard not being enough to cover his blush, "the walls in this cabin are thin."

The sound of porcelain shattering on wood breaks the silence that followed Marcus’ statement. Clarke looks back to see Lexa, so red she’s purple, shocked still as the plate she was holding is now in pieces on the floor.

"We know you’re adults," Marcus continues, "but you’re her only child, Clarke, and her little omega girl."

Lexa sits heavily on the table, her once-red face now turning pale.

Clarke moves into damage control mode.

"Babe." She sits in the chair next to Lexa, who keeps staring at nothing, unresponsive. "Babe, it’s okay. We’re married. My mom knows—"

"Your mother heard us," Lexa whispers almost to herself.

"We don’t know how much she heard."

"Very much," Marcus adds unhelpfully. "By the way, kudos."

"Marcus, please," Clarke shoots back at her mother’s boyfriend, eyeing her PTSD-wife, and Marcus shrugs.

"Lexa," Clarke says, touching her wife’s hand, and it’s cold. "That won’t change how my mom sees you. Okay, she heard a couple things—"

"Lots of things."

"Kane, you’re not helping!" Clarke shouts, and it is at that moment that the cabin’s door opens to reveal Abby Griffin, dressed in winter sports gear, sweat evaporating from her temples. Her eyes are red-rimmed, and she mumbles good morning without meeting Clarke’s eyes.

"I’ll help with food," Abby adds, and she kisses Marcus’ cheek as she heaps eggs onto plates.

By the time the four of them sit at the table, the silence is unbearable. Lexa can barely move, her eyes cast down; Clarke tries to find her mother’s eyes, but the older alpha avoids them every time. Kane seems to be the only one immune to the tension, happily flooding his plate with syrup.

"All right," Kane declares, feeling pitiful at Lexa’s almost catatonic state. "Let’s address this as adults; otherwise, we won’t survive the rest of the weekend."

"Marcus, no," Abby says, still avoiding her daughter and daughter-in-law. Lexa whimpers.

"Abby"—Marcus takes a bite of his pancake—"Clarke is 28. She’s married. We all know they have sex."

Lexa chokes on nothing while Abby growls softly at the back of her throat. Clarke blushes furiously but nods.

"Maybe before last night, we didn’t know for how long or the details—"

"Marcus!" Abby hits her glass on the table, and OJ flies everywhere.

"What I mean," Marcus continues, licking a drop of orange juice from his beard, "is that we are all adults and we can recover from this. Right, Clarke?"

"We didn’t know we were being loud," Clarke justifies, reaching for coffee. "We never meant to make you uncomfortable, mom."

"We still have a couple nights here, so just... please keep it down. You’re my pup." Abby finally meets her daughter’s eyes. Marcus nudges his girlfriend, and Abby apologizes, "I’m sorry for overreacting."

"It’s alright. I’m more worried about Lexa." Clarke points at her wife with her chin. "I think she’s still in shock."

Abby eyes Lexa up and down, and Lexa melts down in her chair a little bit.

"Mom, stop."

"I didn’t do anything."

"She can’t even touch me right now."

"Good."

"Abby, let the kids be kids."

"If your father were here...

"He would have laughed about it."

"I don’t know, Abby. Clarke didn’t sound like she needed a new daddy last night."

Lexa continued to melt down her chair, and Abby choked on juice.

"Too soon?" Kane places another forkful of pancakes in his mouth. "At least you know grandpups will be coming soon," he adds through a mouthful.

"Oh, god," Lexa whispers before passing out.