#and lexa just smiles because 'what a girl she was'

[cosmopretty]

Little Sister

Nika Mühl x fem

warnings: none

Part two: little sister pt2

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Getting offered a scholarship to UConn Juilliard and was shocking for you. So shocking you forgot to mention it to anyone, including your own family. You didn’t know what you were going to choose and didn’t want everyone butting in on your decisions. Right now your older sister Paige had a few of her teammates over in her house in Minnesota where she lived with you and your younger brother drew and dad.

Instead of being home where Paige and her friends were watching some basketball game you went out with your best friend Lexa. Both of you decided that to just go get some food together at Canes. You left your phone in her car while you both sat and ate in the air conditioned fast food restaurant.

Drew walks into the living room where Paige, Nika, KK, Ice and Caroline sat watching the game. He looks at Paige “You got mail from UConn I think” he hands her the folder with your name on the back that he didn’t notice neither did Paige.

The blonde opens up the folder just to gasp when she sees your name on the files. Nika pauses the game and looks over Paige’s shoulder her eyes widening “Another Bueckers at UConn damn” the Croatian girl says.

Right when she says that you walk into your house after Lexa drops you off. Drew jumps up and down and hugs you “Congratulations Y/N” you furrow your brows and hug your little brother back.

Paige hold the folder and your eyes widen “That’s mine” you go to grab it but she holds it above your head using her height to her advantage.

“Why didn’t you tell me you got a scholarship for dance” Paige says trying her hardest not to get mad at you for hiding it.

Your groan “It’s no ones business I don’t even know if I’m going anyways” you try to grab it again but you give up and walk away from them all and go to your room slamming the door behind you.

Paige scoffs and goes to follow you but Nika holds her arm back “Let me talk to her” the brunette begs. Paige rolls her eyes and sits down next to KK.

Nika knocks on your bedroom door and you groan wiping the tears away. You look up at the taller girl standing at your door “What? Here to get mad at me too?” Rolling your eyes you turn away from her and walk back into your room. The basketball player follows you and closes the door behind her.

She sits on top of your vanity and looks at you “Why don’t you wanna go to UConn?” Nika asks.

You turn away from her and look out the window at the birds sitting in the tree. You sniffle and a take a deep breath “I don’t want to be known Paige Bueckers little sister I want my own name for myself not hers” you look away from the window and to the girl sitting on your dresser.

You always had a little crush on Nika but no one knew not even your best friend. You met Nika when Paige started playing basketball for UConn with her, you were only fifteen when you met and she was nineteen so you didn’t try anything with the girl. Now you’re older and so is she but you still didn’t want to ruin the friendship you had with her or her relationship with Paige. Your older sister was always very protective of you when it came to relationships because you always picked the wrong people who hurt you.

“Your not just Paige’s little sister I mean your gorgeous and the most sweetest person I’ve ever met and your one hell of a dancer I mean when I see you dance I can’t pull my eyes away from you it’s incredible and your very known for your dancing Y/n not because of Paige because of your talent” Nika says not looking away from you.

You smile and laugh a bit wiping your tears you walk towards her “You think I’m gorgeous” you flirt biting your lip.

What you didn’t expect was for Nika to pull you into a kiss her hands on your cheeks. She pulls away and jump down from the vanity “You the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen” she says honestly her voice quiet as if she didn’t want to scare you away.

You look up at the taller girl your mouth opened in shock “D-Did you know I liked you?” Nika scoffs “Liked?” She asks her head tilting to the side.

“I mean I like you but ho-how did you I mean I don’t know sorry” you stutter falling over your words shaking your head. Nika laughs at your “Your so cute” she says and you blush looking away from the girl.

Nika graps your waist pulling you into her, you slide your hands around her neck and look up at her. She leans down and kisses you again sliding her tongue in your mouth. You kiss back immediately Nika turns you both around and you hop on the vanity sitting where she sat before. You look down at her and pull away from the kiss while she massages your thighs.

“I want to go to UConn if it means I can see you everyday” you say smiling down at her. Nika nods “Yeah well first I gotta take you out on a date” you kiss her cheek and hop down from the vanity. You bubble burst the second you remember Nika is your sisters best friend.

“Fuck my life” you groan and drop down on your bed. Nika furrows her brows confused just a second ago you were happy now she watches your face turn sad, a pout forming on your lips. “What happened?” Nika asks sitting next to you.

“What about Paige?” you ask the older girl sitting next to you. Nika shrugs “What about her?” The Croatian girl asks not understanding what you mean. You look at Nika and scoff “On a scale of one to ten how mad is Paige going to get when she finds out her little sister and best friend are what ever we are?” the gears in Nika’s brain click and she laughs.

“She can get over it I could treat you better than anyone else could” The tall girl scoffs at the idea of Paige trying to keep you both apart. You sigh and Nika pushes down on your bed and gets on top of you. She brushes a strand of your hair from your face and looks down at you “Ne brini dušo moja, bit će dobro, obećavam da se ne opterećuješ” Nika says.

“No idea what you said but sure” you smile at her and she repeats herself in English for you “Dont worry my baby it will be okay I promise dont stress”

You grab her cheek and pull her down into a kiss right when her lips touch yours you slide your tongue in her mouth. Paige opens the door to your room wanting to talk to you just gasp seeing her little sister under her best friend kissing.

“WHAT THE FUCK” Paige yells.

COMMENT IF I SHOULD MAKE A PART TWO OR TURN THIS INTO A SERIES

[butmakeitgayblog]

when do you think clark & lexa officially started falling for each other? we all know lexa fell first & clark fell harder BUT what was the turning point for clark?

Oooo what an interesting thought

For Lexa, I think that's simple. Hers came in 3 pretty easy sequences. I think her physical attraction started at first meeting. Her respect and admiration started when she watched Clarke save Lincoln. But I think she really truly began to fall in love with Clarke the night that Clarke mercy-killed Finn. I think she saw a kindred spirit in Clarke then. She saw so much of her own broken heart in Clarke, as well as her resolve and strength and clever intelligence. She saw the strength of the warrior and the resolve of the leader and the tenderness of Clarke's beating heart, and it was just a moment of realization.

Like, "oh... now I see you..."

As for Clarke, I think arguments could be made for a lot of their moments, but truthfully, I think it really started after Lexa confessed that she had feelings.

Now I'm not saying that was when she was first attracted to Lexa, nor do I think it was the first time she even thought that she felt some undefinable kind of connection to her, NOR do I think it was when she even realized she was falling for her. But I do think it was the first time Clarke really let herself begin to contemplate the idea of what exactly it was that she felt for Lexa. The attraction. The admiration. That pull that always existed so tangibly between them.

I mean, it's such a charged moment, what with her fighting to protect Octavia and feeling as though she's gotten nowhere. And on top of everything, Lexa has the aUDACITY of being shockingly vulnerable and achingly sweet right in the middle of their arguement - right after Clarke has backed her into a table and read her the riot act about feelings and being a coward and goddAmnit Clarke was JUST feeling like a badass bitch in that moment - and Clarke has to immediately pivot away from it to threaten Lexa's secrets as leverage.

She goes from pissed off, to emboldened, to knocked off kilter by this confession, back to pissed off agaain in the span of, what? 20 seconds?

And yet.

And yet and yet and yet!

When she stomps outside in a huff of righteous indignation, what does she do?

She stops and looks back at Lexa's tent, needing a moment to collect to herself.

That's not the face of someone who is angry. It's barely even a face of relief. No, that's the face of a girl trying very hard to hold her shit together. To steady her resolve. Her ass was shooketh by that confession from Lexa, and while she kept her focus on the goal in the moment, Lexa absolutely knocked Clarke emotionally on her ass to the point that the second she was out of eyesight, Clarke was damn near spinning out.

The girl was a tiny rumpled mess of nerves and adrenaline and Feelings™

And I don't think she ever truly recovered from that moment. You see it moving forward in her increased comfort in Lexa's space. Even with her 'not yet' you don't see her actually pull away from Lexa. If anything, you see that admiration grow. From when they give the plans for their siege with her standing shoulder to shoulder with Lexa (and also stealing sneaky looks wE SEE YOU wanheda 👀), to admitting that Lexa has changed the way she thought about Grounders, to practically holding Lexa's hand when they try and push the button to blow the door open. It's these minute moments of them sharing half smiles and energy exchanges that, while innocent, still feel more charged and poignant than just leaders readying for battle.

Because they were.

And I think she, like Lexa, had every intention of exploring whatever it was between them further once the mountain had fallen.

But... then the betrayal happen.

[commanderlexaofthegrounders]

Tanagariel's Clexa First Kisses

Following the trend #10YearsofClexaKisses here you have the first kisses between Clexa in four of my works!

Between the Sheets, Part I

Voices started to rise when Principal Kane shouted from the stage. “Calm down everybody, the back-up generator will be up in a minute. So stay where you are and if you need assistance a teacher nearby will be there in a second!”

Only a minute in total darkness. Who could need assistance in a minute? Probably Clarke Griffin.

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Lexa turned Clarke around so they could be chest to chest. There was no need for light for they knew where they were. And their bodies were connected, communicating through touch.

Clarke was breathing heavily as well as Lexa, both their bodies were radiating heat from their dance; sweat draped their bodies. Lexa’s hands ran over her bare back and Clarke trembled.

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Clarke hands moved over strong arms until she could anchor herself on firm shoulders and locked her fingers behind Lexa’s neck. Lexa’s hands rested on her lower back pulling her closer and then one soft hand rested on her cheek. “In the dark.” Lexa said and her warm breath tickled Clarke’s face realizing how close they were.

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And that was it, the end of the world for Clarke Griffin because Lexa Woods was kissing her. Soft lips moved over Clarke’s tenderly and awaited permission, Clarke didn’t hesitate and opened her lips welcoming the kiss, and kissing her back. Lips tasting of Chap Stick and punch, and it was sweet.

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Lexa changed the angle of the kiss deepening it, controlling the pace, filled with passion, and Clarke wanted to kiss her forever. This was surreal, nothing could have ever compare to being kissed by Lexa.

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The generators were back on in full force; the lights blinded everyone for a second, but not Clarke who opened her eyes to meet the prettiest green eyes she had ever seen. Lexa took a step back pulling away from her.

“Clarke I…”

BANG  BANG!

And then chaos erupted.

2. Can't Tame this Wild Heart (Tarzan AU)

Lexa stood up and went into the forest quickly before coming back. She brought a flower and offered it to Clarke.

“Gift!” Lexa smiled as Clarke took the flower in her hand.

“This is pretty.”

“No, Clarke is pretty.”

Clarke blushed profusely.” Thanks, Lexa.”

Lexa sat closer to Clarke, she took Clarke’s hand and put it over her chest. “Happy with Clarke.”

She could feel how fast and strong Lexa’s heartbeat was.

“You make me happy too, Lexa.”

“Then we stay.” Lexa said simply. Her green eyes boring into Clarke’s. “We make new home.”

“Lexa.” Clarke let out a long breath. “Things aren’t that easy. You have to return to your family and I need to go back to my life.”

Lexa tilted her head slightly trying to grasp the situation. She huffed and shook her head.

Clarke reached for Lexa, cupping her face to make her look at her.

“Lexa, I know you’re angry and frustrated. Trust me, I’d love to spend more time with you, but things are complicated right now. I just wished…” Clarke realized how close she and Lexa were.

Her green eyes locked with her own, and then to her lips.

“Lexa?”

Lexa looked back into her eyes again. Suddenly she closed the gap between them and kissed her. It was a very sweet, innocent kiss. Tentative, guarded, but so tender. Clarke was paralyzed, surprised by the tender action. It wasn’t unwelcomed though because soon she closed her eyes and kissed Lexa back slowly, opening her lips to suck lightly Lexa’s plump, chapped lips. It wasn’t rushed, it was everything a first kiss should be. Fireworks behind her eyelids, and explosion of butterflies in her belly. But Clarke’s logic began to creep in her mind, telling her she couldn’t do this. Not to Lexa.

Clarke backed away. “I’m sorry, Lexa. We- we can’t.”

Lexa frowned again. “Wrong because I am girl?”

“What? No, no Lexa I ah, I don’t mind that you’re a girl.”

“Then why? Clarke does not like Lexa?”

Clarke chuckled. “No. I like you, but I can’t do this to you. I can’t do this knowing that you’ll have to go away, and it wouldn’t be fair to you. Your feelings, you have to grow some more to understand what you really feel. To be sure of those feelings. You might think you like me, but it could be just gratitude. Once you learn more you’ll understand that this isn’t simple either.”

“I am not confused. I know I like Clarke. We mate and make new home here!”

Clarke was now a furious red. “I ah, we uh, we can’t mate Lexa. I told you this isn’t simple. I’m sorry. I ah, I think we should get back to camp. It’s getting too dark.”

Lexa’s face was so heartbreaking to see. The confusion and yearning were so clear now. Her eyes that were bright suddenly became dull. Lexa nodded and picked up their stuff before making the way back.

3. Bokeh:

“Give me your cellphone.” Clarke extended her hand.

Lexa pulled out her phone and unlocked it. The blonde chuckled as she typed her number in the contact list.

“What?” Lexa crossed her arms defensively.

“Nothing.”

“Spill it, Clarke.”

She finished, returning the phone to Lexa. “You have Poison Ivy as your screen background?”

“Yeah, so what?” Lexa checked the new info. “Clarke Griffin?”

“Yup, that’s me and Harley Quinn is the more badass villain.”

Lexa had never been more offended in her life. “Oh god, get with the winning team here, Clarke. Seriously, Harley? She’s nothing but a puppet for the Joker!”

Clarke grinned mischievously. “I guess I’ll have to teach you who's on the losing team.”

In the blink of an eye, Clarke stepped into her personal space and claimed her lips. It was a very brief chaste kiss, just lip against lip, but it was like Lexa had been burnt. As if the oxygen had been sucked out of her lungs and the only thing that kept her alive were those soft, warm, lips.

“Thank you for the ride.” Clarke giggled taking two steps back, she turned on her heel and went to hitch a cab.

Lexa touched her lips not believing what just happened, the tingling left was warm and fuzzy. It was such a long time since she kissed someone, but this sensation was new to her.

A good kind of new.

Except it was with the girl who assumed she was Alexis, whom Clarke met at a nightclub and not awkward, lesbian disaster Lexa.

“Well, shit.”

4. Like an Open Wound:

“Clarke, I didn’t push you away because I wanted to be professional. I should but... It’s because I-” Lexa hesitated and Clarke wondered who was this Lexa who faltered with words and looked suddenly shy. “Because you’re you.”

“Wanheda, I know.” Clarke dejected. “Your assignment.”

“I told you that you weren’t just an assignment to me.” Lexa sighed in resignation. “I’m sorry, Clarke. I never meant to hurt you with my actions.” Lexa offered a small sad smile that broke Clarke’s heart. Lexa turned on her heel and began to leave the room.

“Lexa, wait!” Clarke tried to reach Lexa before the woman left her bedroom.

Her jealousy - because she was very sure that’s what she felt for Costia now - blinded her completely to what she was really feeling for the brunette. And of course, she misinterpreted Lexa’s words as well. Lexa had been saying something to her in her own Lexa way - between words - and it wasn't until now that she removed the jealousy fold from her eyes that she could see Lexa again.

Lexa and her weren’t so different at all.

Both were lonely, suffered deep loss and cared too much.

Weakness, Lexa called it.

Clarke called it strength.

In the end it was the same thing.

Wasn’t it?

There was only one way for Clarke to find out.

Clarke skipped the last steps to reach Lexa, cupped her face gently and closed the distance between them.

Her lips touched Lexa’s, and it was like everything was right in the world. Lexa was clearly caught by surprise, however, the tension slowly started to leave the brunette. Clarke felt Lexa melt into the kiss and open up to her, finally lowering her shields completely. Clarke took it as a positive signal to deepen the kiss, her hands moving to entangle into the soft chestnut braids and the baby hairs on the nape of her neck to pull Lexa closer, to eliminate any space left between them. Lexa’s hands were quick to find an anchor in Clarke’s lower back, keeping her steady and secure.

Nothing could have prepared Clarke for the sensations she felt by pressing her lips ever so softly against Lexa’s plump lips. It was out of this world, her heart was beating so fast, it felt as if it was going to jump out of her chest; but soon she felt the change in Lexa. The tightness of her jaw and neck so Clarke pulled away.

“I- I can’t...” Lexa said. “I’m sorry, Ms. Griffin.”  Her demeanor was back to the cold, stoic, emotionless woman. Her walls were so high that right now it was an impossible task to go through them.

She didn’t give a chance to Clarke to say anything else. Lexa was out of her room leaving her with nothing but want and regret.

[hedawanheda]

Hi! Don't know if you've seen the little 10 years of clexa kisses thread going on? Writers posting their favorite kisses from their own works

I would love to see your favorite kisses that you've written! Or any new ones yoi may have 👀

OOOH I LOVE THIS!!

First kisses are always my favorite to write, so apologies that most of these are first kisses lol

answer under cut! one for each story where they already kissed (sorry, ‘no body no crime’ and ‘hold my crown (while i go down),’ you’ll get your moments!). Link to the stories in title

8. The Babysitter

mutual pining/high school crush au that was so fun to write!

“Hey, Lexa?”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Can you- what?” Lexa was taken aback. She had to make sure she heard that correctly.

“Can I kiss you?” Clarke asks again, calmly. “You don’t have to say yes,”

“I…” Lexa falters, at a loss for words. She couldn’t think straight, not with the way Clarke was looking at her with those eyes and that lip bite. God, Lexa wanted to bite it herself.

Clarke suddenly looks embarrassed, sitting up on the bed. “Um. Sorry. I don’t know why I asked that. That was weird. Forget-“

“You can,” Lexa blurts out, Clarke’s mouth still open mid sentence. “Kiss me, I mean. If you still want to. Thank you for asking, by the way. Consent is always a good thing-“

“And you call me the dork,” Clarke grins as she pushes forward, wrapping her arms around Lexa’s neck and brings her in for a kiss.

7. More Than That

friends to lovers!! secret mutual pining!! ugh love it

“I love you,” she whispered quietly. She searched Lexa’s face for any reaction, to which she found none. She felt her heart crack. “I’m sorry. I ruined it. Please forget that I said anything. Better yet, forget that you’ve ever known me. Just throw your entire memory aw-“

Clarke shut up because Lexa decided to kiss her. It wasn’t like the ones when others were around, no. This one was slower, and softer. Lexa’s lips moved with a purpose, gently pressing against Clarke’s as if she was going to break her. She pulled away moments later, gazing into Clarke’s eyes.

“You just kissed me,” Clarke said blankley. “Why did you do that?

Lexa grinned, biting her lip. “Because I’ve loved you since we were thirteen, you dope”

6. The Lighthouse

the little mermaid first kiss to get your voice back. sucker for this

She decided to take the leap. Her head moved down swiftly, connecting her lips to Clarke’s.

Her body tingled with warmth, Clarke’s lips soft against her own. She felt hands on the back of her neck, pulling her closer. Lexa’s brain felt like it was exploding. Clarke pulled back, before tilting her head and going back in. This felt right. Lexa’s gay brain turned into a pile of mush.

“Finally,”

Lexa agreed, smiling as she kissed Clarke again, and again, and again. It took a minute for her to register that that word was spoken out loud.

Lexa pulled back. Surely she imagined that, right? She looked at Clarke, whose lips were kiss-swollen and hair mussled. Clarke smiled at her widely and nodded, signalling that Lexa did not imagine that.

“Hi,” Clarke said, clear as a bell. Lexa’s mouth dropped open in pure shock. “I love you,”

5. you belong with me

my taylor swift au where Lexa professed her love to clarke on Jimmy Fallon so Clarke flies to new york to see her immediately after and they kiss in the rain

Clarke was overcome with emotion. Every one of Lexa’s songs were about her and her love for her. Clarke couldn’t help the huge smile that appeared on her face before she closed the distance between her and Lexa to meet the girl in a heated kiss. She kissed Lexa with all the passion she could muster, wanting to show the girl how much she meant to her and how touched she was from last night’s interview. Clarke swiped her tongue across Lexa’s bottom lip, asking for entrance which she was soon granted, Lexa’s tongue shyly meeting hers. They kissed in the middle of the New York rainstorm, and to Clarke, it was perfect.

4. for the love of the gods

this one’s good cause lexa is supposed to be a celibate priestess and patron goddess clarke’s like NOT ON MY WATCH

Lexa felt a hand at the back of her neck and then the next thing she knew the stranger attached her lips to Lexa, surprising the priestess in more ways than one.

You need to stop this Lexa thought to herself, trying not to think of the softness and sweetness of the girl’s lips. You made a vow, this isn’t right

“You’re overthinking this,” the girl murmured against Lexa’s lips. “Stop. Just for once, don’t think,”

You didn’t have to tell Lexa twice.

She kissed back like it was her last time (because it might be) and she felt the girl grin, satisfied that Lexa decided to give in. The girl swiped her tongue across Lexa’s bottom lip, asking for entrance that was soon granted by the brunette The girl’s hands threaded through Lexa’s hair, messing up the intricate braids that adored her hair, but Lexa didn’t care. She never knew kissing could feel this good.

3. So High School

I love this one cause Clarke thinks the kisses mean they’re best friends🤣 come on girl

“Well, Ontari is a second-year senior who probably takes steroids, and you’re just a scrawny sophomore,” Clarke smirks jokingly as she hooks her fingers in the collar of Lexa’s shirt. “Don’t worry, babe. You’ll hit puberty someday,”

She leans forward to kiss Lexa, the brunette’s eyes fluttering closed when she feels Clarke’s lips meet hers. God, kissing Clarke had to be her favorite thing in the whole world.

“You’re your own harshest critic,” Clarke whispers as she pulls away, letting go of her hold on Lexa’s shirt collar and clasping the girl’s hands in her own. “Let me be your biggest cheerleader,”

2. secret recipe

first kiss for the helpless gay chef and idiot bisexual heiress

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Clarke continues when there’s a lack of response from Lexa. It doesn’t have to, but I want it to. I want it to mean everything.

“Clarke…” Lexa’s heart is pounding so hard she fears it may burst out of her chest. “Are you sure?”

More sure than anything.

“Yes,” Clarke answers instead, surging forward to connect their mouths in a soft kiss.

Clarke feels her heart exploding the moment their lips touched, and she melts into the kiss. Kissing Lexa felt different than kissing anyone else, but in the best way possible. It felt right. Like Clarke finally unlocked the secret to happiness, and it was kissing Lexa Woods.

1. royally screwed

as if anyone is surprised 😂 not their first kiss but the first one with ~feelings~

“It comes from a Norse myth,” Lexa tells her wife, her palms suddenly becoming sweaty. “You see, the son of Odin and Frigg, Baldur, started to have dreams of his death, so Frigg made all of the things on earth promise to not hurt her son. He was now said to be invincible, so the other gods took joy in throwing things at him.” Lexa was staring up at the mistletoe, avoiding Clarke’s eyes. “The mischief god, Loki, was jealous of how popular Baldur was, so he searched far and wide for something that could kill Baldur. He found out Frigg forgot a simple but deadly plant: mistletoe,”

“So he fashioned a spear with the mistletoe and convinced a blind god to throw it at Balder. Once the spear hit him, he died. Heartbroken, Frigg now made it a rule that mistletoe would be used for love, and that whenever someone encounters it they show an act of love; that’s why we kiss underneath it,” Lexa took this chance to look at Clarke, who was listening intently. Her bright blue eyes were staring at Lexa in wonder, causing the brunette to realize what her wife might think she implied.

“But um,” Lexa stumbled over her words. “That’s just a superstition. An old wives tale. It doesn’t mean we have to-“

“Lexa?” Clarke interrupted softly, a bemused look on her face. “Are you going to kiss me?”

Lexa felt her mouth go dry. Her eyes widened as she but her bottom lip nervously. “Am I allowed to?”

Clarke smirked as her eyes twinkled. “Come here,” she said, cupping Lexa’s face as she stepped closer and pressed her lips to her wife’s.

This kiss felt different.

It wasn’t at all like the two passionless ones they shared on their wedding day, it was soft. Innocent. A confirmation of the feelings that both of them had. Clarke felt her already flushed cheeks burn and her stomach swoop as Lexa’s plush lips moved lightly against hers, the feeling setting her on fire.

It wasn’t their first kiss, but it should have been.

[lexa-griffins]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And fucking love it."

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

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

Lexa chuckles mid moan, "They know."

A smack to her breast "Tell them."

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

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

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

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

[rosapexa]

October 21st 2081

"Can't believe you really got me a ring."

Lexa couldn't stop looking at her new wedding ring and she also couldn't stop smiling. Shit, she felt like one of those dumb girls, who never wanted anything more, than to marry their fairy tale prince. And usually she would be disgusted by those thoughts and girls.

But not today. Today she allowed herself to be such a dumb and happy girl, because she got married. She married the love of her life.

And Lexa had no idea, that this could happen when she got up in the morning. Or that she even wanted it to happen.

As usual Johnny, Lexa and of course Salem started their day with a breakfast together. It became a very important ritual to them. "Any plans for today?" Johnny asked her. "Nah, not really. You?" Johnny looked at her for a couple of seconds, took a bite from his sandwich and then, like it was the most casual thing in the world, asked: "Wanna get married?"

Lexa choked on her coffee. "Very funny, Rockerboy." Johnny just looked at her. He smiled. But it wasn't a smile, like he just told a good joke. It was more like a "Just answer the question" smile. Did he really expect an answer? A serious answer?

"Wait." Lexa was confused. "Are you... Like... serious?"

Johnny just nodded. "Yeah." Lexa still didn't know, what to think or say. "Look, Maelstrom, i love you." Johnny continued. "We will spend the rest of our lifes together anyway. And... Fuck, i can't believe myself i'm saying this, but i want you and me to be official. I want a fucking official paper, that says you're mine and i'm yours." Johnny took a deep breath and another bite. "We're not making a big deal out of it. We're just going to the courthouse, say yes, sign the papers, grab something to eat and then..." He couldn't surpress a cheeky smirk. "Wedding Night."

Lexa stared at Johnny with her mouth open. He just proposed. Kinda. And now he just continued eating his sandwich. Totally relaxed.

Mostly at least. But Lexa knew her man. Behind that smile there was more. Did he really wanted this? Was this maybe even important to him?

Lexa never thought about marriage at all, not even with Johnny. It was pointless in her eyes. Of course he was right, him and her that was forever. He knew it and she knew it. But she never wanted or needed a document that offcially said so. At least until now. But for whatever bizarre reason, now that Johnny brought it up, she had to admit it sounded pretty amazing. "His wife". Honestly the thought that she would be his wife was exciting.

Johnny's wife. Mrs Silverhand. Why the fuck did that sound so good all of a sudden?

"And?" Johnny looked at her like he tried to read her mind, because her face was probably pretty blank. "Or do you have anything better to do?" Lexa still tried to sort her thoughts. Fuck, this man was the only one who ever could leave her speechless. Even make her feel, like her brain short circuits sometimes. And this in the most affectionate way, because that was one of the reasons why she fell in love with him. No one made her feel like he did. Made her love. So... Why not?

Lexa sighed and smiled as well now. "I'm not wearing a dress though!" Johnny's smile got bigger. "And i'm not wearing a suit."

"Ok, then." Lexa got up, went around the table and kissed him. "Then let's get married."

Allthough Johnny asked her, if she wanted to get married today, Lexa didn't actually think, that he meant today. Like in "put on some clothes and let's go to the courthouse now" today. On the other hand why was she surprised. If Johnny got something in his head, he never had the patience to wait until he got it. He just went ahead. Head first through the wall, if necessary. Of course it wasn't any different this time.

So here they were now. At the courthouse. Waiting to get married. They didn't have an apointment. But Lexa covinced (as in "leave or die") another couple to reschedule their wedding, so they could have their spot.

The officiant was kinda annoyed that he had to change all his documents and plans, but just went with it. Because honestly he didn't have a choice.

Lexa and Johnny didn't make any vows and told the officiant to keep things short. They just said their "I Do" 's and signed the papers.

After all was done and Lexa wanted to turn around to leave, Johnny stopped her. "Wait. I have something for you." He searched a little bit in the pocket of his pants and then fished out a ring. A delicate silver ring made of infinity symbols.

He held his right hand out and Lexa put her left hand into his. "So, it wasn't as spontaneous as i thought?" She watched him while he put the ring on her finger. "Well, today totally spontaneous. But i have the ring since a little while." He admitted.

"Then you also now have to kiss the bride!" She pulled him close to her and kissed him long.

Until they heard the officiant clear his throat. The smile on the poor guy's face was kinda forced and it was obvious he just hoped, they would leave. Like 90% of the people, who crossed their ways.

And because it was their happy day, it way his lucky day. So they left.

And now they were sitting at one of their favorite spots in Night City. Chinese take out was their wedding feast, donuts were their wedding cake and a bottle of Tequila was... Well, for later. And it was perfect the way it was.

"You really got me a wedding ring!" Lexa was very much in love with her ring, that her husband got her. "Of course. We might be anything but traditional, but a ring for my wife is a must. And it looks good on you, Mrs Silverhand."

They both stared for a while on her ring and then just had to laugh. THEY, the Rockerboy terrorist and the Maelstrom killer, got married! THEY, the couple no one thought would last and everyone thought would end with her killing him (yeah, there were bets), got married! And they were sitting here gushing over it. Behaving like dumb fucking teenagers. But that was ok today. More than ok.

They finished their food and Johnny then got up, took the bottle and reached his hand to his wife. "So... I think it's time to go home." There it was again: That smirk. "Yeah? Any plans for tonight?" Lexa couldn't surpress a smile either. Johnny quickly kissed her hand. "Oh, a lot of plans. The whole night."

And honestly Lexa couldn't wait either to be finally alone with her husband.

[reallygroovyninja]

Naughty or Nice

The soft glow of the Christmas tree lights bathed the room in a warm, golden hue, casting shadows on the walls. Clarke sat sprawled on the couch, her arms draped lazily over the backrest, a smug grin tugging at her lips. She watched as Lexa methodically stacked the neatly wrapped gifts under the tree, her movements precise and deliberate. 

“You know,” Clarke drawled, her voice laced with mischief, “if you’re aiming for Santa’s good list, you’re going to have to work harder than that. He’s pretty strict about perfection.” 

Lexa turned slowly, fixing Clarke with a pointed look. Her green eyes sparkled with an intensity that made Clarke’s grin falter. “And what about you?” Lexa said, her tone light but dangerous. “Do you think you’ve earned a spot on the nice list this year?” 

Clarke leaned forward, her grin returning as she rested her elbows on her knees. “Nice? Me? I’m more of a… naughty list kind of girl. Someone’s gotta keep things interesting.” 

Lexa crossed her arms, tilting her head as if considering something. “Interesting,” she echoed, her lips quirking in a small smirk. “Is that what you call eating all the gingerbread cookies I made? Or leaving your clothes on the chair instead of putting them in the hamper?” 

Clarke chuckled, unrepentant. “Come on, babe. You love it when I keep you on your toes.” 

“Oh, is that so?” Lexa’s voice was softer now, but her smirk deepened. She took a slow, deliberate step closer, her gaze locked on Clarke. “You think you’re clever, don’t you?” 

Clarke’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “I know I am.” 

Lexa stopped just in front of Clarke, leaning down so their faces were only inches apart. Her voice dropped to a near whisper. “Well, someone’s been very naughty this year. And naughty alphas don’t just get away with it.” 

Clarke raised a brow, her breath catching slightly at the shift in Lexa’s tone. “Oh yeah? What happens to them?” 

Lexa’s hand shot out, gripping Clarke’s chin firmly but not harshly, tilting her head up. “They get taught a lesson,” she said, her voice low and commanding. 

A flicker of excitement danced in Clarke’s eyes as she licked her lips. “You gonna teach me, Lexa?” 

Lexa’s smirk turned wicked as she pushed Clarke back against the couch, climbing into her lap with a fluid grace that made Clarke’s heart race. “Oh, you can count on it,” Lexa purred, her lips brushing against Clarke’s ear before trailing down to her neck. 

Clarke groaned, her hands instinctively gripping Lexa’s hips, but Lexa pulled back, shaking her head. “No,” she said firmly. “You don’t get to touch unless I say so.” 

Clarke swallowed hard, her cocky grin slipping into something softer, more eager. “Yes, ma’am.” 

Lexa’s smile widened as she leaned in, her lips hovering just over Clarke’s. “Good. Because by the time I’m done, you’ll think twice about being naughty again.” 

Then she kissed her, slow and deep, making Clarke forget every playful retort she’d been about to make. Clarke melted into the kiss, her earlier bravado slipping away as Lexa took her time.  

Each movement of Lexa’s lips was deliberate, a slow dance that left Clarke breathless. When Lexa finally pulled back, her green eyes were sharp and filled with intent, leaving no doubt about who was in charge. 

Lexa slid her hands down Clarke’s chest, her nails lightly grazing the fabric of Clarke’s shirt, making the alpha shiver. “You like to push limits,” Lexa murmured, her voice almost a purr. “But tonight, Clarke, you’ll learn exactly where those limits are.” 

Clarke’s breath hitched as Lexa shifted her weight, pressing her hips down just enough to tease. “And what if I like breaking the rules?” Clarke quipped, her voice rougher now, a faint smirk tugging at her lips. 

Lexa’s hand shot out, tangling in Clarke’s hair and pulling her head back gently but firmly. The action sent a jolt of heat through Clarke’s body, making her pulse quicken. “Then I’ll just have to break you of that habit,” Lexa said, her lips brushing against Clarke’s jaw, her words a soft warning. 

The alpha let out a shaky laugh. “You talk a big game, babe.” 

Lexa’s lips curved into a smirk as she leaned closer, her mouth grazing the shell of Clarke’s ear. “Oh, Clarke,” she whispered, her voice sending a shiver down Clarke’s spine. “You’ve only seen the beginning.” 

Lexa slid off Clarke’s lap with feline grace, standing tall and holding out her hand. Her commanding presence was magnetic, and Clarke felt compelled to take it, rising from the couch without hesitation. Lexa led her toward their bedroom, the anticipation thick in the air. 

Once inside, Lexa turned, her hands immediately going to the hem of Clarke’s shirt. “Arms up,” she ordered softly. 

Clarke obeyed without question, lifting her arms so Lexa could pull the shirt over her head. Lexa’s hands roamed across Clarke’s bare skin, her touch light but purposeful, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. “You’re so used to being in control,” Lexa murmured, her fingers tracing the line of Clarke’s jaw. “But not tonight.” 

Clarke let out a soft groan, her knees feeling weak as Lexa’s lips found the sensitive spot just beneath her ear. “Whatever you say, Lex,” Clarke breathed, her voice thick with arousal. 

Lexa pulled back just enough to meet Clarke’s gaze, her eyes dark with promise. “Oh, you’re going to be saying a lot more than that before I’m done.” 

With that, Lexa pushed Clarke gently onto the bed, her movements precise and confident. Clarke sank into the mattress, her heart pounding as she watched Lexa move with the quiet authority. 

Lexa climbed onto the bed, straddling Clarke’s hips and pinning her wrists above her head. “Let’s start your lesson, shall we?” Lexa said, her voice low and teasing as she leaned down, capturing Clarke’s lips in another searing kiss. 

This time, there was no slow build. Lexa kissed her with intent, her body pressing down firmly against Clarke’s, leaving no room for escape—not that Clarke wanted one. 

Clarke tried to shift under Lexa, testing the grip on her wrists, but Lexa held her firmly in place. “Don’t even think about it,” Lexa murmured against Clarke’s lips, her tone a perfect blend of command and playfulness. “You’re not in charge tonight, remember?” 

Clarke’s pulse quickened, and she grinned up at Lexa, the corners of her mouth tugging upward despite her best efforts. “Maybe I just wanted to see how strong you really are.” 

Lexa narrowed her eyes, a playful spark dancing in their depths. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.” With that, she shifted her weight, pinning Clarke’s wrists with one hand while her free hand roamed down Clarke’s body, her touch agonizingly slow. 

Clarke’s breath hitched as Lexa’s fingers traced the curve of her collarbone, then slid lower, skimming over her chest. Lexa’s movements were deliberate, calculated, as if she were savoring the anticipation building between them. 

“You talk so much for someone who’s completely at my mercy,” Lexa teased, her voice soft but filled with authority. Her hand slipped further down, her nails grazing over Clarke’s stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. 

“I’m an alpha,” Clarke retorted, her voice slightly strained. “Talking is kind of our thing.” 

Lexa leaned in closer, her lips hovering just over Clarke’s. “Not tonight. Tonight, you’re going to listen.” She pressed her lips to Clarke’s in a kiss that was both commanding and intoxicating, her tongue sweeping against Clarke’s in a way that made the alpha groan softly. 

Clarke couldn’t help herself. She tugged lightly at her pinned wrists, her body instinctively wanting to take charge, but Lexa tightened her grip, her strength surprising. “I said don’t move,” Lexa whispered, her tone sharper this time. “Or this lesson is going to take a lot longer.” 

Clarke stilled, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she nodded. “Yes, ma’am.” 

Lexa smiled, clearly pleased with the obedience. She let go of Clarke’s wrists, sitting back slightly as her hands moved to Clarke’s belt. With deliberate slowness, she unbuckled it, her eyes never leaving Clarke’s. The intensity of her gaze made Clarke feel completely exposed, even though she was still partially clothed. 

Lexa tugged the belt free, tossing it aside before leaning down again, her lips brushing against Clarke’s jaw. “You’re going to be good now, aren’t you?” 

Clarke swallowed hard, her voice coming out rough. “I’ll try.” 

Lexa chuckled softly, her breath warm against Clarke’s skin. “Oh, you’ll do more than try. Trust me.” 

Her hands moved lower, her touch igniting a fire everywhere she went. Clarke let out a low groan, her earlier confidence giving way to a need she could no longer suppress. Lexa’s control over her was intoxicating, and she realized she didn’t want it any other way. 

Lexa leaned back, her smirk returning as she studied Clarke beneath her. “Good. Now, let’s see if you’ve really learned your lesson.” 

Clarke’s breath caught as Lexa’s hands moved with deliberate slowness, her fingertips teasing against the waistband of Clarke’s jeans. The intensity in Lexa’s gaze pinned her in place as effectively as any physical restraint. Clarke could feel her pulse pounding in her ears, her body thrumming with anticipation. 

“Lexa,” Clarke murmured, her voice rough and barely audible. 

Lexa tilted her head, a sly smile tugging at her lips. “What was that?” she asked, her tone deceptively sweet. “Did you want something, Clarke?” 

Clarke’s jaw tightened, her natural instinct to take control fighting against the magnetic dominance Lexa was exuding. “You know what I want,” she said, her voice low and strained. 

Lexa chuckled softly, shaking her head. “Oh, no, darling. That’s not how this works.” She leaned down, her lips brushing against Clarke’s ear as she whispered, “If you want something, you’re going to have to ask nicely.” 

Clarke let out a quiet growl of frustration, her hands gripping the pillow beneath her head. “Lexa…” 

Lexa pulled back slightly, her green eyes glinting with mischief. “Still not hearing any magic words,” she teased, her hands now undoing the button of Clarke’s jeans with agonizing precision. 

Clarke’s head fell back against the pillow as she let out a ragged sigh. “Please,” she finally ground out, her voice soft but full of need. 

Lexa’s hands moved to the waistband of Clarke’s jeans, her touch light but deliberate. Her eyes flicked up to meet Clarke’s, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “You’ve been so confident all evening,” she murmured, her voice teasing. “Let’s see if that confidence holds up.” 

Clarke’s breath hitched as Lexa slowly began to pull the denim down. The movement was agonizingly slow, each inch revealed sending a wave of heat through Clarke’s body. As the jeans slid past her hips, Clarke’s cock sprang free, fully erect, the tip glistening slightly with anticipation. 

Lexa paused, her eyes widening slightly before her smirk deepened. “Well, someone’s eager,” she quipped, her voice laced with amusement. “Is this what happens every time you get put in your place, Clarke?” 

Clarke groaned softly, her head tipping back against the bed. “Lexa,” she managed, her voice rough and strained. 

“Hmm,” Lexa hummed, clearly enjoying herself as she leaned closer. One finger extended, tracing the seam along the underside of Clarke’s cock from base to tip. The touch was featherlight, but it sent a jolt of pleasure coursing through Clarke’s body. 

Clarke let out a low, guttural groan, her hips twitching slightly at the sensation. “God, Lexa…” 

Lexa chuckled softly, her finger continuing its slow journey up and down, teasing along the sensitive ridge. “What’s the matter, Clarke? You seemed so confident a minute ago. Cat got your tongue?” 

Clarke’s only response was another groan, her fingers gripping the pillow beneath her as Lexa’s touch pushed her closer to the edge of composure. 

Lexa tilted her head, her green eyes sparkling with mischief as she applied just a bit more pressure, her finger trailing back down to the base. “I’m barely touching you, and you’re already falling apart,” she said softly, her tone equal parts teasing and admiring. “I thought alphas were supposed to be in control.” 

Clarke swallowed hard, her breathing uneven as she opened her eyes to meet Lexa’s gaze. “Not when it’s you,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. 

Lexa’s smirk softened into something almost affectionate as she leaned in, her lips brushing lightly against Clarke’s. “Good,” she whispered against Clarke’s mouth. “Because I’m not done with you yet.” 

With that, she pulled back slightly, her finger continuing its slow exploration as she watched Clarke with a mix of amusement and desire, taking her time to savor every reaction. Clarke could do nothing but groan, her body taut with need as Lexa worked her magic. 

Lexa’s teasing smirk didn’t waver as she let her hand wrap around Clarke’s cock, her fingers curling just enough to elicit a sharp intake of breath from the alpha. “So hard,” Lexa murmured, almost to herself, her thumb brushing over the sensitive head and spreading the small bead of precum that had gathered there. “It’s like you’re begging for attention without even saying a word.” 

Clarke groaned, her hips bucking slightly, but Lexa’s other hand pressed firmly against her thigh, keeping her grounded. “Lexa,” Clarke rasped, her voice heavy with need. “Please…” 

“Patience, Clarke,” Lexa said, her voice soft but commanding. Her hand began to move, her strokes slow and deliberate, her grip firm but not too tight. Each motion sent a wave of pleasure coursing through Clarke, but the pace wasn’t enough to push her over the edge. 

Clarke’s fingers clenched the pillow beneath her, her body taut as Lexa continued her torturous rhythm. The slow build was maddening, every stroke drawing her closer before Lexa eased back just enough to keep her teetering on the brink. 

“Lexa, please,” Clarke begged, her voice breaking slightly as she lifted her hips in a futile attempt to chase the release she craved. 

Lexa’s hand stilled at the base of Clarke’s cock, her eyes glinting with amusement as she looked up at her. “Please, what?” she asked, her tone light and teasing. “What exactly do you want, Clarke?” 

“You know what I want,” Clarke groaned, her head tipping back against the pillow. 

Lexa leaned in, her lips brushing against Clarke’s ear as her hand began to move again, achingly slow. “I want to hear you say it,” she whispered, her breath warm against Clarke’s skin. 

Clarke’s jaw clenched as she fought to find the words. “I want to come,” she finally managed, her voice low and strained. “Please, Lexa… let me come.” 

Lexa smiled, her strokes speeding up just enough to make Clarke’s body tense in anticipation. But then, just as Clarke felt herself teetering on the edge, Lexa slowed her movements again, pulling her back from the brink. 

“Not yet,” Lexa murmured, her tone soft but firm. “You don’t get to come until I say so.” 

Clarke let out a frustrated groan, her hips twitching against Lexa’s hold. “You’re killing me here,” she said, her voice a mix of desperation and admiration. 

Lexa chuckled softly, her hand continuing its slow, methodical movements. “Oh, Clarke,” she said with a smirk, her lips brushing against Clarke’s jaw. “This is nothing. I’m just getting started.” 

Clarke’s only response was another groan, her body trembling under Lexa’s touch as she resigned herself to Lexa’s control, the anticipation building with every teasing stroke. 

Clarke’s body was trembling, every nerve on edge as Lexa’s hand worked her cock with slow, torturous precision. Time and again, Lexa brought her to the brink, her hand tightening, her strokes quickening, only to slow down at the last possible moment, leaving Clarke gasping and moaning in frustration. 

“Lexa, please,” Clarke groaned, her voice ragged as she bucked her hips in desperation. “You can’t keep doing this to me.” 

Lexa’s lips curled into a smug smile as she leaned over Clarke, her green eyes glinting with satisfaction. “Oh, I can,” she purred, her voice dripping with playful authority. “And I will… until you tell me exactly what you want.” 

“I’ve told you,” Clarke growled, her hands clutching at the pillow, her knuckles white with tension. “I want to come.” 

Lexa’s hand stilled, her fingers wrapped loosely around Clarke’s cock as she cocked her head, feigning innocence. “Is that all?” she asked, her tone almost sweet. 

Clarke groaned again, her frustration mounting as Lexa refused to give her what she so desperately needed. “Yes, that’s all!” she snapped, her usual composure crumbling under the relentless teasing. 

Lexa’s smile widened, her hand beginning to move again, her strokes maddeningly slow. “I don’t think that’s what you really want,” she said softly, her voice teasing. “Why don’t you try again, Clarke? Tell me exactly what you need me to do.” 

Clarke let out a guttural noise of frustration, her hips lifting futilely against Lexa’s restraint. Her chest heaved as she stared up at her wife, her face flushed, her blue eyes dark with desire. “I need you to let me come,” she ground out, her voice almost a growl. 

Lexa raised a brow, clearly unimpressed with Clarke’s attempt. “That’s not good enough,” she said, her hand coming to a complete stop, making Clarke groan in despair. “Try again, alpha. Beg for it.” 

Clarke’s pride warred with her need for relief, her jaw clenching as she fought to maintain some semblance of control. But the relentless teasing had worn her down, and in a fit of desperation, she finally gave in. 

“Please, Lexa,” Clarke pleaded, her voice breaking as she looked up at her wife with wide, desperate eyes. “I’m begging you. Please let me come. I need it—I need you.” 

Lexa’s smirk softened, her eyes flickering with something almost tender. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” she murmured before leaning down to press a kiss to Clarke’s lips. 

As her hand resumed its movement, her strokes firmer and more purposeful now, Lexa whispered against Clarke’s mouth, “Good girl. Now let me give you what you’ve been begging for.” 

Clarke let out a strangled moan as Lexa’s hand worked her cock with expert precision, the tension in her body coiling tighter and tighter with each stroke. This time, Lexa didn’t stop, didn’t ease back, her pace quickening as Clarke’s moans grew louder, her hips thrusting helplessly into Lexa’s hand. 

“Come for me, Clarke,” Lexa whispered, her voice low and commanding. “Let go.” 

With a final cry, Clarke’s body tensed, and she spilled over Lexa’s hand, her release shuddering through her in waves. Her head fell back against the bed, her chest heaving as she rode out the aftershocks, Lexa’s hand gently stroking her through it until she was utterly spent. 

Lexa leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Clarke’s forehead. “See?” she murmured, her voice full of affection. “All you had to do was ask.” 

Clarke let out a breathless laugh, her eyes fluttering open to meet Lexa’s. “You’re impossible.” 

Lexa smiled, settling beside her and running a hand through Clarke’s sweat-dampened hair. “And you love it,” she said, her tone light but full of certainty. 

Clarke chuckled, pulling Lexa close. “Yeah, I really do.” 

[puthyflapps]

Had a little thot about clexa’s baby having a tough time with teething 🥺

Clarke strolled through the city square of Polis with the little girl tucked securely against her chest and flanked by a group of imposing guards. She thought perhaps, taking the child on a relaxing walk in the warm afternoon sun might help soothe her restless little body. However, the effort seemed to be futile as the small form strapped to Clarke’s body continued to squirm in discomfort. The occasional whimper would escape the baby’s soft lips, and it sent sharp pangs of worry coursing through her mother’s heart. The young woman was just about to retreat back to the comfort of the Commander’s tower when she was approached by a familiar face.

“Wanheda,” the elderly woman greeted with a kind smile.

Clarke recognized her immediately as one of the many vendors who regularly visited Polis. Her name was Margaret, and if she remembered correctly, the older woman was known for selling a plethora of delicious fruits.

Being the Commander’s wife came with many benefits. One of which included being showered in gifts by the locals anytime she so much as stepped foot outside the walls of the tower. And with the recent addition of their daughter, the gifts only seemed to multiply. Vendors willingly and eagerly offered up a variety of goods ranging from clothes to toys and so much more. The woman before her was no different. Memories of earlier days when the blonde had first joined Heda in Polis flash before her eyes. Margaret had been one of the first people to welcome her with open arms, and she made it a point to surprise the sky girl with a new treat every time she walked past her stall in the marketplace.

“Hei,” Clarke responded in the woman’s native tongue. The skaikru woman was nowhere near fluent in Trigedasleng, but thanks to her wife, she had learned enough to hold a basic conversation. Clarke had even managed to learn a good deal of curse words thanks to Anya, a fact that both annoyed the Commander and delighted the General.

“For Heda,” Margaret stated with bright, caring eyes as she held up a wicker basket that was practically overflowing with colorful fruits.

One of the many guards traveling with the pair whose hands, unlike many of his fellow gonas, had managed to remain free of gifts for the Commander’s family reached out to graciously take the basket from the elderly woman.

“Her favorites from when she was a goufa,” explained the woman as her smile grew wider at the memories of the green-eyed natblida who visited her stall frequently, always eager to see what new treats awaited her.

The young mother can’t stop herself from mirroring Margaret’s dazzling smile as she envisioned a much younger version of her wife. Such exquisite images served only to leave her wishing that she had been born a child of Earth so that she might have gotten to experience such an innocent version of her beloved.

“Mochof Margaret, Heda is always grateful for your generosity.”

The grounder’s hazel eyes showed brightly, and her chest seemed to puff up with pride at the mention of Lexa. Clarke wasn’t sure she would ever get used to how much the people of the coalition loved her wife. From the moment they met, it had been obvious that Lexa would do anything for her people. It was one of the many characteristics the two young women shared and a large reason why the two were so drawn to one another. However, unlike her own people, the grounders seemed to reciprocate the Commander’s love tenfold. Individuals leaped at the opportunity to serve their Heda in whatever capacity they could, whether that be in the form of a powerful gona or a caring handmaiden. Vendors and craftsmen laid gifts at her feet not because they were seeking notoriety of some kind or because they wanted something in return from the powerful woman but because it was the only way the people of the thirteen clans could thank Lexa Kom Trikru for what she had given them — peace.

Clarke was soon brought out of her thoughts when she felt a stirring motion against her chest. She cast her attention away from the woman before her and towards the small bundle grunting unhappily in the sling wrapped securely around her body. Clarke's arms encircled her daughter's form, and she held the child closer to her chest as she began to sway back and forth. Doing her best to soothe the little one.

"Shhh, it's okay. We'll be home soon, I promise," Clarke whispered to the baby.

However, her sweet reassurances do nothing to ease the baby's pain. A fact that served only to make the ache in Clarke's heart more intense. The young woman casts an apologetic look over to Margaret, who's focused her attention on the small bundle in Clarke's arms. Worry etches its way across her face as she tries to understand what could have caused the Commander's daughter such great upset. Clarke pulls the fabric of the sling back enough to expose her baby's tear-streaked face. She lifts her finger to the child's plump bottom lip and pulls it down just enough to reveal the beginnings of a tooth.

Margaret's eyes widen in understanding as she sees what's been distressing the girl. The older woman rests a comforting hand on the small of the young mother's back as she lifts her other hand to signal for Clarke to give her a moment. Clarke watches Margaret's fleeting form in confusion, not understanding what the woman has set out in search of. It's only a matter of minutes before she returns with another delicious fruit. Mango, if she remembers correctly. She's had it a few times with Lexa during the days before their daughter had arrived, when they would hide away in their quarters, making love the whole time and pausing only to eat a quick meal here and there. Clarke notices this time, instead of cutting the treat into bite-size cubes, the typically oblong fruit has been sliced in half to reveal a rather large seed at its core.

"For the goufa," Margaret explains with her sweet eyes and warm tone.

She can sense Clarke's befuddlement. She can tell Clarke's unsure of what to do, so she pushes the fruit toward the little girl's mouth. Smiling contentedly when she sees her latch onto the fruit almost immediately. Margaret releases her careful hold on the mango when tiny hands come to rest on either side of it. Clarke smiles gratefully when her daughter's tears finally cease, and she begins to let out sighs of relief. It's a funny sight to behold, really. Her little baby holding on tightly to the fruit as she happily gnaws away. Using it as her own personal teething toy. She's never been more grateful for the connection between the people of Polis and their Commander than she is at this moment.

Clarke isn't entirely sure what Lexa's plans are for the rest of the day, but she does know that she'll be sending her back to Margaret's stall to purchase as many mangos as her gona can carry.

[eternalreignblog]

74 (huddling for warmth) and 90 (unexpected virgin) for GP Clarke

Great. Just fucking great.

Clarke was mentally and physically drained after spending all day climbing a cold ass mountain to keep her best friend company, and now her so-called 'bestie' had ditched her to go hook up with some, admittedly hot as fuck woman, but still, who dumps their climbing partner in the middle of bum fuck nowhere, in the freezing cold, just for some ass?

Bitch.

Clarke had just finished setting up her two person tent, which was supposed to house her and Raven, that is until the other woman had set her eyes on Miss Cheekbones, and dissapeared off into the dark.

She was muttering to herself, cursing Raven under her breath as she hammered in the final peg, tossing her tools in a pile before starting to set up her sleeping bag for the night. She heard footsteps behind her, and without looking yelled, "come crawling back after all the works done? Cheekbones didn't rock your world enough to stay?" She growled, letting her temper flare a bit

A soft chuckle had Clarke spinning around in surprise, because that was definitely not Raven.

"Oh, she's rocking her world all right. So much so I can't be near that tent anymore," a gorgeous brunette approached, hugging herself around the waist for warmth, looking cautiously at Clarke.

"Shit, I'm sorry, I thought you were my idiot best friend," Clarke apologised, a feeling stirring below her beltline as she raked her eyes over the woman.

"Well, it appears your idiot best friend is hooking up with my idiot best friend, very loudly I might add, in the tent I was supposed to be sleeping in,"

"Oh," Clarke said. Staring like an idiot at the woman who looked unfairly attractive rugged up in winter climbing gear.

"I know we don't know each other and this might be a bit weird, but I'm extremely cold and I have no other place to stay," The woman said almost pleadingly, looking at Clarke with what could only be described as puppy dog eyes.

"Oh," Clarke finally pulled herself out of her stunned silence.

"Sorry, I'l didn't mean to freak you out, I'll sort something out," the woman said dejectedly, moving to leave Clarke’s camp-site.

"No!" Clakre called out, lamenting her lack of brain function at the moment, whether it was due to the cold or the pretty girl, well, she wasn't going to speculate. "I mean, no, it's fine, you can stay with me. You'll freeze to death out there by yourself," Clarke held open the tent flap to invite the beautiful stranger in.

"God, thank you," the woman sounded releaved as she joined Clarke in the slightly-warmer-than-the-outside-temperature tent.

They looked at each other a little awkwardly, crawling around the tiny space until they were both kind of settled.

"Um, my sleeping stuff is still in my tent, I didn't want to interrupt the sex marathon to get it," the woman said sheepishly, looking longingly at Clarke’s sleeping bag.

"Oh, I mean, we can share, it is way too cold to not have cover," Clarke justified, unzipping her sleeping bag to make a doona as her new tent mate divested herself of her jacket.

"I owe you for this?" She looked up at Clarke, an unspoken question in her eyes for Clarke to finish the sentence with as-yet-not-shared information.

"Clarke," Clarke added, filling the gap.

"Lexa," the womam said with a smile tickling her upper lip.

"Well, now we're practically friends, why don't you join me under here," Clarke said in what she hoped was the least creepy way possible as she held the doona up for Lexa to crawl under.

Obliging, Lexa slid in beside Clarke, careful not to get too close as Clarke lowered the cover down over her.

"Oh god that's so much better," Lexa said, relaxing into the warmth.

"Yeah," Clarke said weakly, voice failing her as she tried to fight down the boner that was involuntarily rising at the sound of Lexa's sexy voice.

"Can I come closer?" Lexa asked after a short period of silence, Clarke unable to form words and simply grunting in a manner that she hoped implied the affimative.

She felt Lexa's body shift closer, and panicked as her butt pushed directly into Clarke’s crotch. There was no way she wouldn't notice her bulge, and Clarke could do nothing but lay perfectly still and wallow in mortification.

She did not expect Lexa to get that close.

And now she was going to run away because Clarke was a creep who couldn't keep her hormones in check.

"Is that-- are you--" Lexa stammered and Clarke tried to shink into the smallest space possible.

This is what always happens.

She meets hot girl.

Hot girl gets close.

Hot girl finds out about her dick.

Hot girl runs away.

Clarke wanted to dissapear, she felt the usual guilt and shame rising to the surface and choked out a quiet "I'm sorry,"

"What?" Lexa sounded surprised as she rolled over to face Clarke, barely visible in the darkness of the tent.

"I-- I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable," Clarke rehashes her usual apology, looking anywhere but at Lexa.

"Uncomfortable? Fuck, Clarke, the only Uncomfortable you've make me is Uncomfortabley fucking wet,"

It took several moments for Clarke to process the words, but when she did, her heart rate shot up like a rocket.

"Sorry, what?" She needed to hear it again to be sure because what the fuck was happening right now?

"Clarke," Lexa said, placing a hand on Clarke’s hip and shifting closer. "Let's be real right now. Our friends are fucking. We're alone here in this tent in the middle of nowhere. It's fucking freezing." She was ticking off facts and Clarke wasn't sure where this was headed. "Your hot and I think we should fuck to keep warm," Lexa finished her talk like she was stating a perfectly reasonable thing and Clarke was speechless.

"Er..." she stammered, words failing her as her brain malfunctioned.

"Unless you don't want to?" Lexa asked, doubt in her voice, forcing Clarke to find her voice again.

"Fuck, Lexa, you're hot as fuck, of course I want to, it's just..." she trailed off, hating herself a little for her lack of experience.

"What is it, Clarke?" Lexa asked softly, her hand tracing patterns on Clarke's hip, dipping under the waistband to touch her skin.

"I-- fuck, I've never, you know," she trailed off, knowing she'd probably lost her chance.

"You're a virgin?" Lexa asked, and Clarke could hear the surprise in her voice

"Yeah," Clarke said dejectedly, knowing she'd probably blown her chance.

After barely a moments hesitation, Lexa asked, "Do you want to not be?"

Clarke looked into Lexa eyes, and even in the darkness she could see the lust reflected back at her.

"Fuck, Lexa. I want you so bad," Clarke breathed in a husky voice as she gripped Lexa hips and dragged her closer, pressing her arousal into the other woman so there could be no doubt how desperate she was for it.

"Then let's do this," Lexa said assertively, pushing Clarke onto her back and straddling her.

Lexa was clearly on a mission as she divested herself and Clarke of their clothes, before climbing back on top. She took several moments to worship Clarke’s breasts while Clarke lay there enjoying the attention, before sliding a hand down to stroke Clarke’s cock.

Clarke moaned loudly at the contact, it being the first hand that had touched her that wasn't her own.

"Fuck, you're huge," Lexa said in awe as she lined Clarke up with her pussy, before looking back dow at her for consent. "You ready?" She asked, and Clarke had no doubt that if she said no, Lexa would stop.

But, fuck that.

"Fuck yes," Clarke said enthusiastically as she planted her hands on Lexa's hips, feeling her sink down onto her inch by inch.

The feeling of slick wet heat encasing her cock for the first time was a sensation that Clarke would never forget. Lexa bottomed out, moaning in pleasure as Clarke filled her completely.

"Fuck you feel so good," she praised as she started a slow grind.

Clarke was in pure, unadulterated ecstacy.

The problem was she could feel her orgasm creeping up almost immediately.

"Oh shit, Lexa, I'm not going to last," she cried out, gripping Lexa's hips tightly as she moved on top.

"Hmm fuck, me too, you got me so fucking horny," Lexa said as she rubbed her clit furiously.

Lexa started bouncing and that was it for Clarke. She groaned and threw her head back in pleasure as she unloaded inside the woman she'd only met a few hours ago. Her hips thrust up into Lexa as she came harder than she'd ever cum before, knowing this moment was forever etched into her memory.

As she came back down to earth, she realised belatedly that she'd blown far too quickly and Lexa hadn't even cum

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry," she apologised, and Lexa just chuckled lightly in response.

"No need to apologise, we've got all night," she said with a smile as she leaned down to plant an absolutely filthy kiss on Clarke's lips, and Clarke could already feel the stirring down below.

Oh yes, she thought, this is going to be a long ass night.

[kpforpresident]

Clexaweek Day 6: workplace romance 🌱

Plant shop AU. Or, an AU of an AU. 

collab with @thecrimsonknight, the link to the beautiful moodboard that they made is here.

It had been raining all day. Fat streams of rainwater poured off of the dark green eve that sagged defeatedly under the sheer weight of rain, the tinny plink plink plink of drops hitting the metallic gutter echoing under the door frame as they soared through the humid mid-July air. Puddles splashed merrily under harried car wheels as they rushed by the street corner where Lexa’s cozy shop sat, hunched figures under black umbrellas milling about the street corners as people hastily tried to get from their point A to point B relatively dry. A city that sat nestled in the PNW, Polis was no stranger to wet, gray days or foggy cool mornings. However, this summer had been particularly rainy, long weather forecasts of dreary little clouds sitting like sullen soldiers on Lexa’s weather app no matter how often she refreshed and hoped for a crack of sunshine in the little line of weather emojis. 

Lexa fidgeted impatiently on her stool, hands clasping and unclasping in front of her and she fought the urge to reach out and straighten the spool of twine that sat primly next to her favorite gardening shears. Chancing one more glance at the slim gold watch that sat clasped around her left wrist, she sighed as she gave up and straightened from her boredom-induced slump, feeling her spine pop slightly as she unfolded from the rickety little stool to standing. 

This chick has two more minutes, and then I’m locking the door and going home to watch trash TV and eat dollar ramen noodles, Lexa thought absentmindedly as she drummed her fingers on the battered workbench, watching the secondhand slowly tick towards 4:02. This is the last fucking time you hire one of Raven’s friends- just because she’s Anya’s girlfriend doesn’t mean that you have to let this weird ass best friend nepotism stand- remember what happened when you hired Octavia’s brother to build shelving? That was an entire shitshow… Lexa snarked internally as she wandered through the rows of cut flowers, straightening a wilting tulip as her eyes darted against her will again towards the door and the unrelenting deluge outside. Blurry figures continued to rush by, heads toward the ground, shoulders hunched as they all moved in a coordinated, practiced dance borne of many, many rainy days. 

A whole sixty seconds goes by as she stares silently at the thin hand, finally letting her mouth slip into a frown when her expectant gaze darts towards the door to see….no one. Lexa finally let her shoulders slump minutely, hands dropping from where she had been fussing with an all-green bouquet arrangement. Turning the trimmed piece of eucalyptus over and over in her fingers, Lexa turned to the back of the shop and prepared to grab her coat and trudge home once again, mentally preparing for the soggy walk three blocks home to her small albeit cozy apartment. 

As she twisted the eucalyptus branch over again in her fingers, she heard the cheery tinker of her door chime, followed by the door flinging open. Lexa was turning around, warm customer service smile plastered onto her face as the human embodiment of a tsunami bounded through the glass door. 

Lexa felt the smile fall in abject horror off of her stunned face as the same whirlwind promptly swept into the shop and managed to place their foot perfectly into a plate-sized puddle just beside the door mat, arms and legs pinwheeling spectacularly as her feet skidded out from under her. 

She hit the ground with a loud whump, followed by a soft oof as the girl sat up slowly, painfully. Colorful swear words poured from her lips unceasingly as Lexa watched her flex various body parts with increasing confidence among finding the movements absent of pain, clearly going through an inventory of all of her working limbs post- tumble.  

Lexa crouched down hesitantly, trying her best to gather the pile of cream-colored papers that had flown from her hands like feathers from a split pillow as the stranger had crashed to the floor of her shop. Sheath of papers finally gathered into a messy stack, Lexa looked up, mouth opening involuntarily as she accidentally locked gazes with the bluest set of eyes she’d ever encountered. 

“I- you- you wouldn’t happen to be Clarke, would you?” Lexa managed to croak out after a long moment, where the stranger- Clarke- slowly staggered to her feet with a small wince, free hand rubbing where her hip had made contact with the concrete floor as she nodded in confirmation. Clarke’s other hand tentatively extended to take the stack of what Lexa now realized were art sketches, a small smile breaking across her face like the sun after a rainstorm as their fingers brushed slightly. Lexa absently mirrored her expression, eyes widening slightly as she did so. She flexed her hand as she retreated to behind the workbench, managing to settle onto her stool without looking like too much of a dunce. 

Raven, in typical menace fashion, had neglected to mention that her artist friend that Lexa had hired to paint a mural on the blank back wall of her studio, was shockingly, jaw droppingly attractive. Not that Lexa should’ve been surprised. Raven, with her warm brown eyes, flawless skin, and shimmering black hair, could’ve walked straight out of a playboy version of a Mechanics Monthly, even covered in car oil and grease as she usually was when she came home from work from the small shop she owned with Lincoln just outside of Polis. Lincoln’s fiance Octavia was similarly stunning, with sharp cheekbones and a muscular figure, dark eyes cunning and softened by a perfect pouting mouth. Lincoln clearly felt similarly, his gaze becoming soft and dreamy when Octavia would stride into the shop in her free time, a gym bag slung over her shoulder on her way home from the boxing studio that she co-owned with Anya. 

Lexa shouldn’t have been shocked that Clarke looked like a Botachelli angel, curves enclosed perfectly in a dark wash pair of jeans, a faded t-shirt slouching perfectly on her shorter frame, but still she floundered for words as the bright cerulean gaze met hers expectantly, Clarke hobbling forward to spread her cache of doodles across Lexa’s desk. Lexa tried not to drool obnoxiously as a pair of worn Doc Martens came into view at the bottom of her field of vision. 

Sappho, give me strength, Lexa thinks frantically, heart beating a tempo against her ribcage as her fingers tap the wooden desk nonsensically, desperately, as a wave of sweet perfume engulfs her when Clarke shifts slightly to tuck a graphite pencil behind her ear, shimmering waves of blonde hair tumbling out from a harried braid. 

“Sorry I’m late,” Clarke blurts out apologetically, tracing her finger over a smudge of charcoal in the lower corner of the topmost sketch. Lexa was already shaking her head before her brain engaged, dismissing Clarke’s wavered apology before it had fully passed her lips. 

“It’s totally fine, Clarke” Lexa soothes as she darted her gaze down to appraise the charcoal lines that Clarke had spread as a silent offering in front of her, sentence petering off slowly as she leaned closer to appreciate the drawings. ‘“These- these are amazing, Raven mentioned that you left your pre-med track to go to art school downtown after your dad died?” 

Clarke nods silently, chewing on a rose colored lip as her thumb smoothed over a sketch of an apple blossom, a feathery fern bending effortlessly in the background. Lexa notes the slight tension in her shoulders at the mention of her father and steers the conversation to safer waters, hair falling out of its tired bun as she bends over the drawings to examine them in more detail. She’s so entranced by the sketches she doesn’t see Clarke’s gaze trace over her figure, lingering on how Lexa’s lips purse in thought as she traces a reverent finger over a very realistic tulip bud. 

“I mean, I love them all,” Lexa concludes helplessly as she runs a thoughtful hand through her hair, chancing a glance up at Clarke, who happens to be gazing at Lexa from her higher vantage point at the same time. “I would love for you to paint any of them on the wall, I’d love to just let you go wild. I’m happy to pay for whatever paint you need on top of your base rate for your time, I know it’s a big wall.”

Lexa can feel her cheeks go crimson as they lock eyes again, standing awkwardly to gesture uselessly at the large white wall that borders the back of her store, decorated only by a small floral fridge on the far right side. 

“I- do you like italian food?” Clarke blurts out from somewhere behind her shoulder, Lexa turning incredulously to be met with a twin set of flaming pink cheeks. “Can I buy you dinner, and we can sketch out the mural? Is that ok? Is that breaking some sort of client contractor rule? Because I already swore to Rae that I wouldn’t fuck this up, because Anya’s essentially your sister and all–” 

“I’d love to get dinner with you, Clarke.” 

///

Four months later when Clarke finally puts the finishing touches on the mural, they celebrate with takeout Italian food and champagne on the floor of the little flower shop.

[dysco-lymonade]

1. accidental hand touching and 14. looking at their lips as they talk 🥹

Nina, these prompts have me in so many gay disaster Lexa feels.

I’m going to combine these two because, why the hell not.

Again, totally unedited word vomit.

She’s been coming in every night for the last week trying to read the cute blonde’s name tag. Problem is, she’s never wearing it.

She could just ask, but that would require actually talking to the girl. Instead she watches her interact with the other customers as she waits in line. She flirts, and smiles, and genuinely charms every single person she rings up at the register.

There’s something about the corner store attendant that strikes Lexa as a bit rebellious. Maybe it’s the pink highlights in her hair or numerous piercings Lexa has spied. Seven between her two ears alone, the right side of her nose, and what Lexa thought was a Monroe above her lip, but upon closer inspection found out was a freckle.

It’s while staring at that beauty (understatement) mark that Lexa is pulled out of her haze by fingers snapping in front of her face.

“Sorry,” the cashier shrugs with a knowing smirk. “I don’t mean to interrupt your assessment, truly. I could stare at your mouth all night too. But there’s a line forming behind you.”

Lexa feels the blush crawling up her ears as the color simultaneously drains from her face.

Rebellious AND bold, noted.

“I wasn’t- I mean- I’m sorry. I spaced out. Just this please.” Lexa sets the coffee down on the counter as calmly as she possibly can with how much her hands are shaking.

She knows how much it is. She’s been buying the same small coffee here on a nightly basis. Still staring at her own hands and positively terrified of making eye contact with the cashier, she slides the exact change across the counter.

It’s at that moment Lexa decides she’s going to move to another continent.

The cashier meets her halfway, running what feels like a deliciously calloused hand over her own, grasping gently as she accepts the payment.

Before Lexa can enjoy it for too long, she yanks her hand back like it’s been set on fire, effectively knocking the coffee cup over and actually burning the shit out of herself.

Her silver lining comes from a voice at the back of the store.

“Yo, Clarke! What the hell, dude?”

“Piss off, Murphy! I’ll clean it up. Just keep doing… whatever it is you’re doing.” Before Lexa can even apologize, Clarke is wiping up the coffee spill. “Happens more often than you’d think.” She winks. Lexa dies.

“I’m so so sorry, it’s been a really long day.” It’s an awful excuse, Lexa knows the cashier, Clarke, must think she’s an absolute twit.

Either there is a God, or Clarke takes pity on her because the teasing retort never comes. She just puts the coffee soaked money in the register and tells Lexa to go ahead and upsize when she pours herself a new cup.

She doesn’t even go back to the coffee station. Lexa walks herself right out the door of the corner store and vows to never return.

[owl127]

Protective Anya Clexa drabble

(Ao3)

There were few sacred things in Anya’s life, and close to the top of her list were Wednesdays. In the middle of the week, between work chaos and meetings, she would find herself in a dimly lit bar with friends as close as family, bitching about life and relationships and the beer that never seemed to be cold.

Anya ordered a third round with the cute waitress, who looked interested and added an extra tip because of her cleavage—one couldn’t blame a woman for being weak.

"What are you so worried about?" Drinks hadn’t been enough to get Anya drunk, so the question came clean and steady, steady enough to make the tip of Lexa’s ears turn pink.

"I’m not worried."

"You keep looking at the door, but everyone’s here." Anya pointed around their table, where Octavia argued with Harper over their darts and Lincoln had just settled a bet with Gustus for their next pool game. "So what’s bothering you?"

With her creased collar and askew tie—it had been a long day of meetings, and that’s why Anya never wore ties—not to mention the third whiskey dose, Lexa cleared her throat. The warning would have been efficient if not for her unfocused eyes.

"I’m fine, Anya."

After ten years of friendship and one year of a failed relationship in the middle, Anya knew something was wrong. Her tongue curled around a smart reply when Lexa’s eyebrows shot up in surprise—or was it relief?—and a true, pure smile brightened those high cheekbones. Brown eyes followed Lexa’s line of vision, squinting under the lack of light to be sure.

"What is HR-busty-blonde doing here?"

"Anya." 

That tone—Anya knew that tone well. She also knew what a blush could do to Lexa’s face, and even in the low light, she could see it burn.

"Do you have something to tell us, Lex?"

Lexa didn’t reply, instead taking a few steps to greet "busty blonde" with a kiss on the cheek that made Anya frown.

"Guys, this is Clarke," Lexa introduced the HR girl as if none of them worked in the same building. This ‘Clarke’ probably shared a manager with Lincoln.

But everyone, all their friends—apparently shitty traitors—greeted the blonde as if she were part of their Wednesday, as if she were a friend, as if—

"You’re fucking her," Anya said, almost breathless, the truth settling down like a fog in the deep of the night.

Clarke, unphased and with a smile that Anya immediately disliked, held out her hand in defiance, her manicured fingers daring Anya to continue.

"Clarke Griffin."

Anya took a long gulp from her lukewarm beer, eyes locked on dark blue. A long sigh later, she accepted the peace offering.

Lexa fake coughed, tugging on her collar, and suddenly Anya realized she was the last one to know. Octavia disappeared after Harper mumbled something about darts, and when she looked around, there was no sign of Lincoln or Gustus.

What happened to her Wednesday?

"I’m gonna get more beer. Do you want anything?" Lexa asked Clarke, hand on the blonde’s waist and mouth close to her ear, exposed by her high bun. To Anya’s surprise, the girl ordered scotch. She tugged on Lexa’s tie to tighten it, and a second later, Anya was alone with a girl who was in Lexa’s life and was important enough to make it to their Wednesdays.

It had been almost four years, but still. After the whole Costia fiasco, Anya was protective of her ex, friend, best friend, or whatever title Lexa had in her life.

"So…"

"Clarke Griffin from Human Resources," Anya cut in.

"Director of Fraud Risk Analysis, Anya Forest," Clarke responded with the same tone, though that infuriating smile was still in place.

"How long?" Anya was not a woman of many words.

"Three months."

"Bullshit."

"Okay, two, but I had to try."

At Anya’s eyes growing twice their size, Clarke smirked. "You were the last to know because she said you’d freak out. Please don’t freak out."

"I don’t freak out." Anya took another sip from her beer.

Clarke opened her mouth to respond but closed it, her eyes squinting in thought. "You guys are not one of those complicated exes and shit, are you?"

Anya’s face betrayed her surprise again. Because, no! Lexa was special, yes, but Anya didn’t want to pursue something she was sure wouldn’t work. But Lexa was still special, and Anya was tired of busty blondes breaking her heart for fun.

"Fuck, no."

Clarke nodded and smiled. "I get why she didn’t tell you before."

This girl got balls; Anya had to admit that. Not every new girl who was dating her protegé was brave enough to meet Anya face-to-face like this.

Lexa saved them by coming back with more beer and scotch. She looked up at Anya, her eyes vulnerable and her lips in a thin line.

Anya wanted to frown, but all she could do was grab a new beer and nod silently.

Lexa’s smile could light up the room.

Their friends piled up around the cashier to pay for the night, an act Anya excused herself from doing because she was the last one to know about Clarke. The wind blew against her dark blonde hair and pushed the smoke from her lips up in a twirling curl.

"This thing's going to kill you," Lexa said next to Anya, popping a mint gun in her mouth.

"So will HR chicks."

"I take it that you like her."

Anya took a long drag and threw the half-smoked cigarette on the curb. She adjusted her jacket and looked back at Lexa.

"She’s not bad. She can hold her liquor better than you."

They laughed quietly at that. 

"She’s important to me," Lexa confessed, not meeting Anya’s eyes.

"I know. She made it to Wednesdays."

"She also has a friend who is your type."

"Now we’re talking."

[butmakeitgayblog]

Ahhhhh Lexa is so cuddly in that oneshot! 😍😍

She had to be

Listen to me

She had to be

Because this little ray of sunshine?

Deserved to be allowed to be cuddly

Because the thing is, she always wanted to be. She did. Even when she didn't know how to ask for it. Even when all she knew how to do was nudge the door open for Clarke and wait silently to see what she'd do

Even when she didn't feel like she deserved to want it.

Lexa spent so much time worrying about Clarke's comfort and boundaries. So much time carrying the weight of her decisions like a scarlett letter on her chest. She lived with the guilt - not for the decisions themselves - but for how those decisions hurt Clarke, and how it all ultimately lost her the girl she had fallen so hard for, so fast.

But still, there were so many instances where she wanted nothing more than to be allowed to be soft. And you could see it.

So many times when she put herself out there just to feel like a fool in the end.

You could see it in these tiny glimpses of moments, her hesitation. Her disappointment. Her wanting so badly to reach out. But not letting herself.

Always waiting to be pushed away. Always accepting when she was. Always swallowing the pain of her own heartache while aching to be let in...

Which is why the second Clarke said yes? Lexa absolutely let the floodgates open.

While we saw after their first time she had given Clarke space again, had rolled away to recover from being fucked into a nap the intensity of finally getting to have that intimacy with Clarke, I don't think it was because it was what she wanted to do. I think it was pure instinct. Fear. A learned habit to always give Clarke space, and always another chance to push her away should Clarke want to. Seeing how Lexa operated when it came to Clarke, I don't think she took them having sex for granted in the aspect of "oh now all is forgiven." I think even after having Clarke make love to her, a piece of Lexa would've been careful not to push for too much too soon. Been too clingy. Assume Clarke woukd want to cuddle with her, to hold her. To even want Lexa to touch her the same way so intimately.

But.

When Clarke gave the ok? When Clarke made it clear that she was open to that?

Oh she smiled.

And she was happy

She held her hand during sex for godssake, you can't get more mushy than that

And even in her final moments, what made her break? What was the only thing that really truly cut through the pain and the strength of Heda, and gave Lexa a moment of solace?

Clarke's touch.

Clarke's comfort.

Being able to soak in another moment of just being close to her. Loved by her.

Lexa was always a touchy a person. She craved that physical intimacy with Clarke from day one. I mean we're talking about a woman who decided to casually ~take a nap~ on her canopy bed with the drapes open while an almost complete stranger waltz around her tent. She was always sending out the signals out that not only did she want more emotionally from Clarke, but that she wanted more physically. And I don't mean sex (ok well not just sex at least), she wanted that soft comfort of just being near her too.

So yeah. 100% I believe if given a chance to have more moments together after they'd both finally let each other back in, every time Clarke even halfway made it seem like she was open to it, I think Lexa would've become more and more comfortable letting go of her fears and been as affectionate as she'd always wanted. I think she would've become more and more snuggly, more tactile in her expressions of love and pride, to the point that when they were alone I don't think Clarke would've quite known what to do with herself and her little commander-noodle-arms shaped shadow

They still would've argued all the time tho

[nironlex]

LOLLL i never posted for wanheda’s dagger week since it was unfinished but i probably never will so here it is :p

premise is canon lexa disrespects clarke during a clan meeting and clarke makes her remember her place or wtv (i’m pretty sure there was a similar work already written so thank you to the author for the idea)

Clarke’s current mood during the meeting can only be described as pissed. Here she was, offering sensible advice for rationing supplies between the Delfikru and Boudalan clans for the upcoming winter and Lexa comes in, not only rejecting the perfectly reasonable solution, but also disrespecting her in front of all the other ambassadors. She’s not the wide-eyed, impressionable girl most people first assume her as; she’s the Commander of Death for God’s sake, and she’ll make sure Lexa won’t forget that again.

Eyebrows furrowed and lips tightened, she sat back examining the room, deciding it was better to not say anything more unless mentioned. While ruminating on what to do about Lexa’s frankly, bratty, behavior, she notices the muse of her thoughts look to her with an apology written on her face while the Trishanakru leader ranted about whatever it was that ultimately didn’t matter. Deciding not to entertain her, Clarke breaks eye contact, giving herself some satisfaction and having to stop herself from smiling when she sees from her peripheral, Lexa trying to keep looking at her with even more concern than before, but ultimately having to be Heda again when pulled back into the Trushanakru leaders’s complaints.

For the rest of the meeting, it would be a lie to say Clarke was involved in any of the other discussions. All her focus was counting down the minutes until it ended, so she could finally punish Lexa. Once she dismissed everyone, Clarke walked to where Lexa sat, who had her head in her hands and eyes closed.

Hearing footsteps, Lexa exasperated, said, “I thought I told everyone to leave.”

“Is that really the attitude you want to have with me right now?” Clarke replied, Lexa’s head shooting up to see an annoyed Clarke staring down at her.

“Shit, I didn’t know it was you. I’m so-“

“Zip it,” Clarke, leaning closer so only Lexa can hear, “tell all the guards and Titus that we’re having a private meeting and to lock the doors because we’re gonna be here a while.”

Lexa both a little terrified and aroused, she stood up and when she was about to start walking to tell the guards, Clarke gripped her forearm, hard.

“Are you this desperate for a punishment, or are you just stupid? Where’s your manners?”

Lexa gulped, the wetness in her undergarment pooling.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am. I won’t forget next time.”

“You better not.” Clarke lets go, Lexa a little dazed but doing exactly what she was told, not wanting to anger her Mistress any more.

Coming back with the doors locked and everyone gone except them, Lexa starts to turn around and walk back when Clarke’s voice rings out.

“Strip. Then crawl back.”

Lexa looks up, hesitant.

“But-“

“Another word and you’ll have a plug in your ass in every meeting for a month with no cumming at all.”

Knowing they’re not empty threats, Lexa shuts her mouth and starts taking off her Commander garments. Even without explicitly telling Clarke, she knew Lexa got off on the dynamic of her being bare while her Dom was fully dressed. It brought her further into subspace, knowing she was giving all of her to Clarke to own and take.

Getting on all fours, she starts heading to where Clarke was, who at some point during Lexa stripping, sat on the Commander’s throne.

Once at her Mistress’ feet, she gets on her knees, arms behind her, and looks down.

“That’s a good slut.” Clarke praised, seeing the green eyed girl exactly how she wanted her with no instructions. Lexa blushed at the comment.

“But this won’t make up for the fact that you disrespected me in front of all those ambassadors, baby. Especially when you and I both know my idea was the best one offered.”

“I’m really sorry, Mistress,” Lexa apologized, feeling the effects of what she did to her lover.

“Then why’d you do it, Lex?” The nickname slipping.

“I don’t know, Ma’am.”

“You know that’s not a good enough answer for me. Spread across my lap. 15 slaps sounds good, don’t you think?”

Trying not to add any more slaps, Lexa replies, “Yes, Mistress. 15 slaps.”

As each slap was dealt,

but yeah that’s all i wrote i literally just copy pasted from my notes app LOLLL i’ll see if i ever revisit this

[hedawanheda]

the babysitter

Clarke screws up, now her mom doesn’t trust her to watch her little sister on her own. Abby’s solution is to hire a babysitter, who just happens to be the girl Clarke has been crushing on for as long as she can remember.

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Chapter One

“I don’t need a babysitter,” Clarke protested, stalking after her mother into the kitchen. She had just informed her that someone would be coming over the following night to keep an eye on her and her sister while their mom was at work. “I am perfectly capable of being able to watch Madi by myself,”

Abby ignored her daughter’s complaining, making her way to the pantry to start prepping dinner. “Your sister begs to differ, and so do I. Considering I found her in the front yard last week in her pajamas while you were passed out drunk with your friends in the basement,” Abby scolded, giving the blonde a pointed look. “You’re lucky it’s only a babysitter and not Grandma,”

Clarke shrank back slightly, but she wasn’t going to give up. “It’s embarrassing. She probably goes to my school. On Monday everyone in the junior class will know that Clarke Griffin needs a babysitter. Do you know what that would do to me?”

“You’re being dramatic,” Abby rolled her eyes. “And she does go to your school,” she added quietly.

“Mom,” Clarke groaned. She stomped her foot like a child, frustrated and annoyed that her mom didn’t trust her with something as simple as watching an eleven year old. “What can I do to make this not happen?”

“There’s nothing you can do,” Abby sighed. “Madi was the one who asked for a babysitter,”

“She did?” Clarke was taken aback. “Why did she do that?”

“Because she wants to have a responsible adult in the house while I’m away, and I agree with her,”

“That traitor,”

“Careful, Clarke. You’re already grounded,” Abby reminded her. Clarke scowled, crossing her arms.

“Well, at least tell me her name,” Clarke huffed, “If I’m going to have to bribe her to keep my secrets, I may as well know,”

“Anya,”

Anya.

That couldn’t be Anya Woods, could it?

“It totally is,” Raven teased at lunch the next day. “Anya Woods, scary soccer captain and big sister to the love of your life. She’s your babysitter,”

“Shut up,” Clarke grumbled, pushing her food around on her plate. She was slumped in her chair, defeated since her mother revealed who was going to be her, or Madi’s, babysitter. “Lexa is not the love of my life,”

“No, she’s just the girl you’ve been pining after since kindergarten, yet don’t have the guts to talk to,”

“I’ve talked to her,” Clarke countered. “She’s in my Calculus class, I sit behind her. We talk everyday,”

“Asking her for a pencil sharpener doesn’t count as talking,”

“Says you,” Clarke snapped, crossing her arms. Let her have her secret unobtainable crush in peace.

Raven smirked, her friend’s attitude amusing her. She couldn’t blame her, though. The Woods sisters were sort of legends at Polis. As soccer co-captains the two of them led their team to the state championships, putting them at the top of the social hierarchy. Clarke and her friends were popular as well, but they regrettably ran in different circles, hardly overlapping except for the few classes they shared.

“Lay off her, Raven. It’s not like you don’t drool over Anya. And you haven’t even had a conversation with her,” Octavia pointed out, causing Raven to stick her tongue out at her. “Clarke‘s at least has somewhat of a footing with Lexa,”

“We go way back,” Clarke argued.

“That one kiss in kindergarten doesn’t count-“

“Shut up.” Clarke grumbled. Yes it did, it was in fact her bisexual awakening at mere five years old. “Anya isn’t that unusual of a name. It’s probably not her,”

“Well let’s ask,”

“What are you-“

Raven was up in a flash, giving her friends one last smirk before making a beeline towards Anya’s lunch table. Clarke watched in horror as she sat down across from Anya and Lexa, giving the sisters a wide smile. The two of them looked at her confused, Anya not recognizing her and Lexa wondering why someone she hardly knows is smiling at her like that.

Raven starts speaking to them, Clarke seeing Anya nod at Raven’s question. She felt her heart drop at the confirmation, the trio looking over at her lunch table as Raven pointed her out. Clarke felt her face flush with embarrassment as she held her hand up half heartedly, giving a pathetic wave.

Lexa had a look of puzzlement on her face, returning the wave politely. Clarke watched as she turned back to Raven and Anya, Raven chatting excitedly before making her way back over to the table.

“So it turns out Anya Woods is your babysitter,” she gloated. “I made sure to tell her that you are Madi are darling angels who never misbehave,”

“I hate you,”

“Relax, I didn’t say that. But she is your babysitter. She’ll be there at seven, so I’ll be there at, say, seven fifteen?”

“You’re not coming over and embarrassing me further. Plus, I’m grounded, remember? Thanks to your brilliant idea of getting wasted last week,”

“I happen to remember you happily going along with it,”

“Yeah, well, I’m full of regrets,”

//

Lexa is doing homework in her and Anya’s shared room when her sister walks in, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I got a last minute invite practice with the Polis U soccer team,”

“Are you serious?” Lexa exclaimed, shutting her textbook loudly and swiveling her chair to face her. “That’s amazing! When?”

“Tonight at seven,” Lexa frowns.

“Aren’t you supposed to be babysitting Madi Griffin then?” she asks.

“Yeah but… I can’t pass up on this opportunity, Lexa. This could lead to a spot on the team and a full scholarship. We both know how much that would help out Dad,”

“So you’re bailing?” Lexa gawked, watching her sister gather her hair into a high bun before moving to her closet to find an outfit.

“I’m not bailing, I’m simply replacing myself,” Anya said, back turned towards Lexa as she rummaged through her closet. She purposefully did not face her sister as she said this.

“With who?”

“Funny you should ask…”

“Oh no,” Lexa knew where Anya was going with this. “You’re not doing this to me,”

“Come on, Lex! How long have you liked this girl? Literally over a decade. And this is the perfect opportunity to get to know her better, it’s basically the premise of a porno. Plus it would really help me out, please?”

Lexa rolled her eyes, jaw set as her mind raced with the possibilities of what could happen tonight. Chances are she would make a fool of herself, she was never able to function properly around pretty girls. Especially ones she kissed once when she was five.

“Clarke probably won’t even come out of her room. You’ll just be with Madi. You can handle her, can’t you?”

“Of course I can, she’s nine,” Lexa rolled her eyes. “But I don’t want to,”

“Lexa. What’s with it with Clarke Griffin? Usually around girls you’re all game, but with her you become this awkward bumbling mess. It’s so unlike you,”

“Clarke is special,” Lexa said softly. “She’s not just some girl. Not to me,”

“Right. She was the girl. The one who made you realize your raging lesbianism,” Anya smirked, pulling an athletic shirt over her head. “Yet you haven’t made a move in twelve years,”

“She’s out of my league,” Lexa shrugged. “I’ve accepted it. Plus we probably have nothing in common,”

“You both like each other. You have that in common,”

“Shut up. She does not like me,”

“Then go and find out,” Anya grabs her soccer bag out of the closet. “Are you going to make me say please?”

“It wouldn’t hurt,”

“So you’ll do it?”

“I want to hear you say ‘please’ first,”

Anya rolled her eyes. “You’re impossible. I’ll text you the Griffin’s address from my car. They’re expecting you at seven, so get there around six fifty. Thank you so much, Lex,”

She leaves in a hurry before Lexa could protest, saluting her sister as she walks out the door. Lexa sighs, spinning around in her chair as she thinks about what she had gotten herself into.

//

Clarke’s sitting on her couch with Madi, a bowl of popcorn mixed with M&M’s between them as they watched episodes of Grace and Frankie.

Abby comes into the room dressed in her scrubs, looking down at her phone. “Anya will be here any minute. I left money on the counter for pizza, and there’s stuff in the pantry to make cookies if you get bored,”

She suddenly whips her head towards the TV when she hears Jane Fonda yell ’fuck!’

“What are you watching?” she asked sharply, folding her arms together as gave her older daughter a pointed look.

“It’s fine, Madi’s old enough,” Clarke rolled her eyes, popping an M&M in her mouth.

“She’s nine, Clarke!”

“Almost ten,” said Madi.

“There’s nothing bad in this show,” Clarke shrugs, just as Lily Tomlin’s character lights up a joint onscreen. Clarke frowned. Perfect timing. “Besides that,”

“This is why mom doesn’t trust you enough to watch me alone,” Madi gloats. “Which is why we need a babysitter.” Clarke glares at her.

“Don’t give her that look, Clarke. She’s right,” Abby placed her hands on her hips. “Turn it off,”

Clarke dramatically sighs. “Fine, I’ll turn on She Ra. Or is Madi too young for that, too?”

Abby doesn’t answer her sarcastic remark because the doorbell decides to ring at that moment. She just shakes her head sternly at Clarke and goes to greet the babysitter.

“You must be Anya,” Clarke heard her mom say when she answers the door. She slumped down on the couch, sighing dramatically as Madi snickered next to her.

“Actually, no,” Clarke froze. She knew that voice. Crap. “She had something come up, so she sent me instead. I hope that’s okay. I’m Lexa,”

[lexa-griffins]

I think we need milf Lexa smut for wanheda's dagger week. What if milf Lexa sleeps with her kid's hot young babysitter Clarke

Lexa has some wild three, five and seven year olds that despite working from home, she cannot keep up with so she decides to hire a nanny from these nanny type services that focus on all day childcare.

She is home and she can help whenever needed but she can also have so quiet to work as the nanny watches the kids.

Clarke is great. She is a med student wanting to be a pediatrician so she is wonderful with the kids. She's good at arts and is always pishing for the kids to bring out their inner artist and always has activities to keep them entertained. Lexa really enjoys having her around

Clarke is, unfortunately, also extremely hot. Lexa has managed to distract herself from this mostly until the weather turned, and the sun was constantly out. With a pool and a nanny certified in first aid Lexa had no issue letting Clarke be outside with the kids in the water, up until the bikini top that although conservative still cannot hide her chest fully and the tight swimming shorts give away a little to much about what's between Clarke's legs.

And Lexa shouldn't. She is early 20s med student, funny and sweet and deliciously sarcastic in a way that makes her somehow hotter but Lexa is still almost 20 years her senior and her employer.

Still, Lexa finds herself putting herself together just to stay at home more often. So much so her oldest comments on how pretty she looks every morning, the sweet smile with two missing teeth the absolutely cutest thing to Lexa.

It is on one of those hot days. The kids have tired themselves out and have all gone for a nap. In the meantime Clarke entertains herself with cleaning up the toys from outside, still in her swimming outfit.

That is when Lexa, unware of Clarke's outside cleaning up, steps outside after clocking out early, the weather too hot for her too focus. Her old bikini, much too small in some areas, was the first thing she put on as she steps outside only to be greeted with Clarke bending over, her chest nesrly spilling out of her bikini as she empties the water toys.

"Oh sorry, Miss Woods, I didn't see you there. I was just clearing out the kids toys." She sounds out of breath the moment her eyes fall on Lexa.

"Its alright. I was just going to sunbathe for a bit. Care to join me?"

It is the offer that dooms her.

Because not ten minutes late the bottom of Lexa's bikini dangles from her ankle, her leg throw over Clarke's shoulder as the younger girl thrusts her dick inside of her with abandoned, fingers pulling at her nipple as she fucks her hard. Lexa has no idea what sequence of event got her here, but she'd do them over and over again.

A loud moan escapes her. One that Clarke muffles with her hand, hushing her sweetly.

"Shhh, quiet baby."

There is nothing between them when Clarke fills her with her cum. Lexa doesn't find it in herself to care.

By the time the kids wake up an hour later, Lexa is in the kitchen making pancakes as Clarke cuts up some fruit, both having finished and cleaned up, still a tension between them.

Nothing more happens for a week. Until another horribly hot day forces the kids on to the pool and a nap that immediately knocks them all out. Lexa had the day off and decided to enjoy it by the pool with the kids and Clarke, doozing oof before Clarke puts the kids down for their nap.

When she feels her sun vanishing Lexa opens her eyes, gasping the moment her eyes land on Clarke's hard cock above her face. She hears her chuckle at her expression, tapping the tip of her dick on Lexa's lips.

Lexa shouldn't. But she still did.