#clexa demon au

[alphacommander]

well hey there, it’s been a while 👻

(warm-up sketch)

[butmakeitgayblog]

Would any of your clexas dare participate in kinktober

You mean like writing for it or actually doing it? Cuz??? Bold of you to assume any of my Clexas would ever need an excuse to participate in dirty slutty style sex. CoA eat ass and will bend each other over a parked car if the mood hits, and CI Clexa are sadomasochistics with a light bondage kink. You think those professional fuckers are waiting until October to destroy each other's bodies???

[qvert]

‘Jesus fuck!’

‘Definitely not Jesus :D’

@butmakeitgayblog love it so far :)

[kpforpresident]

In plant shop au, has Hiro ever interrupted sexy time? Like Clarke and Lexa are getting hot and heavy after a date and head to their bedroom. As they fall on the bed, all of a sudden Hiro jumps up on their bed because he's curious and wants attention. He sees them holding each other really close and snuggling each other like what they do with him. He's purring because he also wants to cuddle with his mommies.

Lexa closed her eyes in absolute bliss, feeling Clarke's fingers card soothingly throughout her hair as she laves sucking kisses on creamy thighs, paying special attention to Clarke's left hipbone as she sucks gently on the protuberance.

Candles flicker softly around the room, bathing Clarke in a golden glow that makes her look otherworldly as she tilts her head back, sunny highlights shimmering in her hair.

"Lex, stop teasing please, you've been gone at that stupid flower conference for an entire week. I need you." Lexa can feel herself clench at the needy thread that twines its way throughout Clarke's grumpy plea, how her tone quivers as Lexa slowly pebbles kisses onto her mound. Clarke's hands twist restlessly into the linen duvet, impatiently wiggling down slightly and dropping her hips so that the shiny, swollen hood of her clit is roughly 3 inches from Lexa's face.

Unable to deny Clarke anything she wants at any singular moment in time, Lexa boosts herself up slightly to get the optimal angle, letting her feet dangle over the end of their bed as she settles in, tongue extending in preparation to lick into Clarke--

Only to collide skull-first into Clarke's knee as she shoots straight up in the air, thrown into momentum by a set of razor sharp teeth sinking into the meat of her big toe.

"OUCH! Ugh, FUCK. HIRO."

Clarke also flies upright in bed, hair rumpled and eyes questioning at Lexa's sudden potty mouth.

Both peer over the edge of the bed as Lexa clutches her toe in agony, tiny beads of blood appearing on the pad of her toe.

A tiny, unrepentant Hiro sits calmly on the floor, blinking up at both of them with luminescent green eyes before bending over to clean her back, soft black coat rippling as she twists herself.

"Teeny fucker. Little piranha," Lexa mutters darkly under her breath, seemingly immune to the way Clarke soothingly rubs a hand over her shoulder blade, mouth twitching valiantly with the effort not to burst out into giggles.

"She's just a baby, Lex," Clarke coos softly, bending down to scoop Hiro up and nuzzle into her affectionately. Hiro gently bites Clarke's nose before settling into her bare chest, blinking sleepily up at Lexa's scowl.

"No, Clarke. No. I will not negotiate or be bullied by a 12 week old kitten. Last week she tried to climb onto my back when I was fucking you with the strap, for chrissakes. This is not the first time she's tried to sabotage our sex life, and I will not be clit blocked by a cat!"

Lexa, nostrils flaring in determination, stalks out of their bedroom stark naked and is gone for a long moment. Clarke, curiosity piqued, settles onto the bed to wait with Hiro purring loudly as she makes biscuits on Clarke's thigh.

Lexa stomps back in a few minutes later, skin between her eyebrows still pinched as she stares at Hiro for a long moment.

She sets a silicone mat on the dresser, gently scooping Hiro out of Clarke's arms to set her on the dresser. Hiro nudges into her hands with an affectionate chirp, and Lexa gives in and pets the kitten quietly for a moment before turning back to Clarke.

"I knew she was going to do this, so I froze half a can of kitten food onto that silly little silicone puzzle mat. Lay down, we only have around 20 minutes before that little gremlin manages to pry that snack out. "

Clarke's giggles are swallowed into Lexa's mouth as she kisses her ardently, settling back between her thighs with a contented sigh.

[jazzyjazzin]

i just finished reading a demon!lexa fic and now my life is meaningless and purposeless without her. come back to me demon lexa pls,,,

[lexa-griffins]

#29 for light au

Clexa | Light AU | Canon Pregnant Lexa | 965 words | Prompt #29: Hello My Love

Sleep has always been hostile towards Lexa; nightmarish visions and premonitions, warnings and lessons. Rarely does her mind fully rest of the tiredness of daily life, allowed a nothingness through out the night. Interruptions from outside of her own head would come as often as the ones from within, screaming echoing through the tower as yet another battle breaks out somewhere days away by horse ride, a rebel group forming demanding more change than Lexa could hope to accomplish during her lifetime. 

She is used to it all by now, just another part of life she has come to accept, as natural to her as the soft calm breathing that has become like a sweet lullaby to her hears for the past half of a decade. 

Clarke has nightmares too, Lexa knows it so well. Even with forgiveness granted, Lexa blames herself for a great deal of those as she listens to Clarke repeat words she begged at the entrance of the mountain, negotiate again and again with someone Lexa cannot see before a tear slides down her face and Clarke awakens screaming and trashing, Lexa knowing better now than to launch into an attempt at calming her wife down immediately, as she will be confused by one the demons she is trying to fight off. 

But tonight is calm. 

Clarke’s breathing is regulated, the lightness of her snores a tell tale sign she is deep in her sleep, the odd word that leaves her pink lips nonsense about a crib and too many edged points, what Lexa can deduce comes from her never ending battle with beautifully adorned crib commissioned to the best woodworker in Polis that still seems to not rise to the challenge of making it to Clarke’s impossible child proofing standards. 

And while no vision sent by the commanders haunts Lexa tonight, sleep still evades her with persistence. Perhaps it is the hotness of the summer night, hellish on her skin, or perhaps it was the lamb that was served for dinner, so tender and packed with flavor that Lexa ate perhaps enough to satisfy a grown warrior ready for war under the amused eye of her wife, who slide her half of her share with a mocking smile Lexa did not appreciate but opted not to comment on, too busy enjoying the tenderness of the meat.

She rises finally, knowing she will not manage to sleep at all if she simply stays in bed awaiting its arrival, She is sure to make little noise, Clarke’s heavy sleep never betraying the hostile first few years she spent on earth and Lexa would much prefer if at least one of them had a good night’s rest. She stands with difficulty, her growing stomach not as easy to navigate around as she would like, although she finds years of training and daily exercise have given her a grace in her movements her midwife assures her is rare in mothers as far along as she is. With the help of her nightstand and a hand on her back, Lexa manages to find balance on her feet, walking towards the open window, hoping to find some relief in the fresh air that so wonderfully blows this high up in the tower. 

Just as a blow of air enters through the windows, making the light curtains and her own nightgown flow with it, Lexa feels the small bundle inside of her belly move. She smiles at the feeling, still so wonderfully refreshing every time it happens.

“Hello.” Lexa whispers to her stomach, soothing the swell of it. 

Talking aloud to someone who is not yet here has become more natural to her now. Clarke never hesitated to do it, speaking to Lexa’s stomach as if their child is a full developed human of body and spirit from the moment they found out she resided there. Lexa found it harder to be vocal about it, so used to speaking to the voices she shares a mind with quietly in her meditation instead of out loud to the baby that grows within her. But she finds comfort in it now. 

She exists, she is real. No longer a product of her imagination nor an untouchable reality. 

She kicks and she demands attention, soon growing too big for the confinements of Lexa’s bump. Strong willed and persistent Lexa imagines her. ‘Just a little baby growing healthy and strong as it should’, Clarke tells her. Lexa will roll her eyes but sink further into Clarke’s touch on her stomach.

A sting of pain to her left side goes as quickly as it arrived, and although Lexa winces at it, a smiles quickly creeps on her lips, knowing the baby is now fully awake, remaining her once more that any wherever Lexa walks these days, she never walks alone, “Hello, my little love.” 

The warmth of two hands wrapping around her waist make her tense up for a split second, the smell of honey and faint charcoal almost immediately making her relax. Elaina moves as the hands cradle Lexa’s stomach at it’s base, holding both mother and child, a gentle kiss placed on Lexa’s bare shoulder by the same pink pretty lips that minutes ago whispered nonsensical demands.

“Hello you two.” Raspy with sleep, Clarke’s voice sounds as much like honey as she smells like it.

Without hesitation, Lexa lets herself be held, sinking into Clarke’s arms with a sigh. The cool air blow again, moving Clarke’s blonde hair away from her red cheek, cooling down the slightly damp warm skin. 

Lexa turns slightly to place her lips on it, Elaina choosing the same moment to gentle tap her little hand where Clarke has hers. Against Clarke’s skin, Lexa chuckles at the baby’s gentle greeting of her mommy, “Heya ai hodnes”

[ao3feed-clexafic]

She comes with baggage (and I maybe too)

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58981936 by sombaf AU - modern setting: Haunted by demons and ghosts from her past, Clarke - CEO of Griffin Aerospace - encounters a brunette woman who could give her future a new meaning. But what if fate sides with the past? Words: 5355, Chapters: 1/25, Language: English Fandoms: The 100 (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F Characters: Lexa (The 100), Clarke Griffin Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clarke Griffin & Lexa Additional Tags: Hurt, Comfort, Angst, Fluff, Slow Burn, Romance, Clexa, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/58981936

[commander-heart-eyes]

Clexa fics if you're a masochist

Clexa fics if you want...

...angst

Personal Demons | Eyeofthehurricane

Marine Clarke Griffin shows up at Raven's apartment after a horrific experience. Closed off and all over the place, can Raven's mysterious next door neighbor help Clarke move forward and start to live again?

or...

The one where Clarke and Lexa meet in a stairwell.

we owe nothing now | ur_the_puppy

For as long as Clarke could remember, every year on the third of March, her soul would die.

(my) Destruction Within Your Mouth | KL_Morgan

He that keepeth his mouth keepeth his life: but he that openeth wide his lips shall have destruction. Proverbs 13:3 

Clarke loses: her head, her voice, her heart.

(Canon divergent from 1x03)

what the ground grows | coldmackerel

There is nothing a little bedrest and irony can't cure.

Lexa is sure the only thing that heals Clarke's mind and keeps her heart thumping against her ribs is an ill-advised amount of the first and a frustrating amount of the second. But Clarke has never been anything less than ill-advised and frustrating. If anybody will survive a hole in their brain, Lexa is sure it will be Clarke.

(At Heda's expense, of course.)

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i fell from the sky (and then i fell for you) | orphan account

Fix-it (kind of?) canon-divergent from season 2 ep. 16 in which Clarke is not captured and brought to the commander but rather captured and brought to the Ice Nation….but not to be executed.

The White Queen Running | KL Morgan

Were you ever punished? “Only for faults,” said Alice. “And you were all the better for it, I know!” the Queen said triumphantly. “Yes, but then I had done the things I was punished for,” said Alice: “that makes all the difference.” “But if you hadn't done them,' the Queen said, “that would have been better still; better, and better, and better!”

Clarke wakes up wearing the tattoos of the Ice Nation.

(OR: Soulmates, parallel worlds, and Ice Queen Clarke; oh my. Canon divergent from 2x16.)

...slow burn

when my heart is at war | mopeytropey

Lexa is primed for great leadership and will not be deviated from her agenda.

Clarke is driven by her insatiable curiosity and is not easily deterred.

There is plenty at work to drive them apart, but the strength of their combined determination will change the course of an entire civilization.

Griffins Anatomy | Clexanation

Clarke was just trying to survive the first year of her internship. That was until she fell into bed with a beautiful brunette, who was running from her past. Maybe life should be about more than just surviving.

The 100 hospital AU that nobody asked for. Inspired by the hit tv show Greys Anatomy. All hail the great Shonda Rhimes. We will embark on this drama/love-filled journey through the eyes of our fan favorites in the medical field.

*THIS FOLLOWS GREYS ANATOMY STORYLINE, SO DONT COME FOR ME ACTING SHOCKED BY ANYTHING*

The shows been around damn near 20 yrs ppl 🤦♀️

[simplykorra]

What are the best clexa stories that you’ve read? (Canon or not)

ALSO you’re tempting me with Warrior Nun so much, I know I’m going to fall in love again with another wonderful couple

heart upon the southern ground - @sassymajesty

This is my favorite AU fic in the fandom and is what inspired me to write Shallow. If I could fund any fic to be a movie, it would be this one.

(my) Destruction Within your Mouth - KL_Morgan

An OUTSTANDING canon divergent story. Seriously, it's so well paced and written and the twist is done so perfectly that you kind of fall in love with the idea.

Dirty Dogs - ur_the_puppy

Clarke is a werewolf, Lexa is a vampire. They are trapped in an underground monster fighting ring and they're both insanely badass. It's one of the most fun fics I've read in any fandom.

The Only Heaven I'll Be Sent To (Is When I'm Alone With You) - @butmakeitgayblog

The Demon Lexa AU. This fic has one of my favorite iterations of Lexa in any story. She's a menace and I love her. Also this writer has another fic called Teach Me that has such a soft, slow burn vibe you'll be catching yourself reading the new updates when they drop during reps at the gym like I did.

anything from @dreamsaremywords and I love Slopes by @thatonewherelexasachef

Because I could make this list go on and on and on - I'll just leave this

SimplyKorra - Bookmarks - there are SO MANY MORE. This is my bookmarks page on AO3. It's packed with the Clexa fics I've found and loved (and many more from other fandoms if you go searching)

Now, go watch Warrior Nun. You'd be my third new watcher.

[howdidiendupshippingthispoll]

Round 1, Bracket 1, Side C, Third poll

Dirk Strider and Gamzee Makara [Gamzirk], Homestuck vs Clarke Griffin and Lexa [Clexa], the 100

Story of Gamzirk:

I found it in a fanfic but the only reason why I read it in the first place was the premise of the particular world they decided to create for the ship. They really wouldn't work out if it wasn't for that! Dirk is too self-restrictive to openly tell people what he's thinking or feeling at any given moment. HOWEVER- in this world, there are these shadow-like demon entities that people attach to themselves that are the most similar to themselves and Gamzee is the only one that can hear them without his shadow needing to touch theirs.

This means that while Hal (Dirk's amalgamation of a shadow) is poking fun at Dirk for whatever the guy is thinking and feeling, Gamzee can hear it! Dirk can't escape trying to hide his feelings from Gamzee because Hal just blabs about it, having fun revealing this shit to the guy! It works because Dirk can't just close himself off out of a fear of being too much to handle and Gamzee is just a lovable guy that can see the good in everyone and they NEED each other! I'm absolutely feral over this ship for JUST this world's version of them and the only reason why I ever gave it a chance in the first place was because of the strange shadow-binding thing!

Story of Clexa:

I had been looking for good F/F ships that had lots of fanfic and I came across a youtube video of Clexa that I thought was pretty intriguing. I really like F/F dynamics that are messy and complex, Clexa seemed perfect. I got a VPN and watched the show but, unfortunately, it was full of pretty much everything I hated: graphic violence, miscommunication as a major plot device, and overly stubborn characters that make you want to scream. I am pretty squeamish when it comes to any kind of on-screen violence but because I wanted to be able to read the fanfic so bad I persevered.

It got to the point where I was listening to the show with my eyes closed, feeling physically sick. There were various scenes that I had to skip through because I just couldn't watch them. I dreaded watching the show but made myself do it bit by bit until finally Lexa was introduced as a character. I watched a few episodes with her in, until Clexa's dynamic was set up, then decided I'd had enough and abandoned the show.

Since then, I've read loads of fan fiction about them. My favorite ongoing fanfic ((My) Destruction Within Your Mouth) is about Clexa. I still hate the source material and have never watched it since, but love the ship and find the premise and world-building engaging enough that I don't even really read AUs. I think I'm the ultimate rebuttal to the idea that fan fiction is always a love letter to the source material.

[gravitywonagain]

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

hehehe... hahahahaha... oh this is gonna be... embarrassing, mostly, but also very fun!! thank you for tagging me @amethyst-noir <3<3<3

A Necessary Evil [wangxian]

All the Monsters Come Out at Night [wlw wangxian]

Alone on Lunar New Year? Mad at your dad? [wangxian fam]

Assassin's Creed AU [wangxian]

Beating Like a Hammer [wlw wangxian]

Boy Meets Sword [mxy&suibian]

Breathing You In (I Don't Wanna Stop) [wangxian]

Bury the Sunlight [burial mounds fam]

Caiyi Town (Gilmore Girls AU) [wangxian fam]

Can't Cheat Death While You're Digging Your Own Grave [nhs&wwx]

Control [beefleaf]

Do you like apples? [wangxian]

Dreaming in Red [wangxian]

Dresden AU [wangxian fam]

Edges that Scratch (and notes on the Expanded Monterey Genderverse) [wlw wangxian]

Fierce Corpse JYL [yunmeng siblings]

Fire in the Back of My Throat (Sunshot Band AU) [wangningxian]

Fresh Powder in the Pine Trees [wangxian]

Gui Daifu | 鬼大夫 [burial mounds siblings]

Gun Oil [sunny bees]

Hand in Hand with a Brother (Demonic Shuangjie AU) [yunmeng sibs]

High Fidelity [wangningxian]

Homeless AU (and a treatise on the US treatment of felons by librarian LWJ) [wangxian fam]

Hot for Teacher [wangxian]

I am Not a Vessel for Your Good Intent [wangxian]

I Got Dumped in Tokyo [wlw wangxian]

Immortals [lan wangji/&wen ning]

In the Parking Lot Between a Dairy Queen and a PL$ Check Cashers [junior quartet, zhuiyi]

Inquiring Minds [wangxian, wwx&jc]

Let Your Brain Run Wild (Everybody's Nephew Band AU) [junior quartet, zhuiyi]

Let Yourself be Loved (Definitely Not a Queer Eye fic) [wwx&fab5]

My Heart's Like Yours [wangxian fam]

Paint My Body Gold [wangxian]

Parker [leverage ot3]

Ramen House [wangxian]

Rope Burns [clexa]

Roses Don't Know When They're Dead [xuanli]

Sign Your Name Across My Body [wangxian]

Teal Eyes [fair game]

The Bar [thunderblink]

The Korrasami Sexcapades Playlist [korrasami]

The Too Personal AU [wangxian]

The Trashbag AU [korrasami]

The Water's Right, It's Sinking In [wangxian]

Turnt Up at the Club [sunny bees]

Under Streetlights [wangxian]

Undergrad Groupchat [wangxian]

Urban Fantasy AU (What Does the Huli Jing Say?) [wlw foxxian/dragonji]

WAGBFM: Can You Hear That (Whistle) -- A Nighthunt [junior quartet]

WAGBFM: Devil's Worst Nightmare -- A Rendezvous [mianqing]

WAGBFM: Nails in My Coffin -- A Marriage [songxiao]

WAGBFM: The Killing Kind -- A Prequel [wangxian]

Weird West AU [wangxian]

Words are Gonna Bleed from Me [wangxian]

WQ Soul Sacrifice Ritual AU [burial mounds siblings]

You Got Me Bloodshot [wangxian]

水 | Paradoxes [xue yang, yiling wei sect]

wow. okay. sure. at least 50 is a nice round number?

(i put the main focus in brackets when i start writing a thing, but sometimes that changes and i forget to update so... idk if all of those are super accurate or not? i guess we'll find out!)

Tagging: anyone who wants to do this! it's very fun! and also painful. but mostly fun! and i'm super excited for questions!

ask away! i'll answer whatever, whenever :)

ETA: still open. open forever. maybe i'll even try to keep it updated if people want that?

[sapphic-scribble]

In a world where demons are human people who have given up their souls in exchange for something they can no longer remember, A is a demon who regretted her choice, whatever it was that she lost her soul for. Now, conjured into B's life by the girl's desire to sell her soul, she will mingle into her days to try to solve her problems without forcing her to make a deal with the devil, or having her true identity revealed.

[butmakeitgayblog]

Bonjour. What do each of your clexas wear to bed for PJs

CoA: nothing, or an oversized tshirt and undies

Demon au: nothing. Full stop.

MBFW: depends. In the friend era? Usually tshirts and shorts, sometimes tshirts and undies. If it's hot wherever they're at, well then... they're not above just sleeping topless and in underwear (hence Raven claiming to have found them wrapped up together sleeping naked several times. They weren't! It's just that the sheet was covering their hips 🥺 cuz it was hot you see 🥺)

Cruel intentions: actual pajamas. Lexa tends to go for either lingerie-esque slips, or monogrammed soft cotton pajama sets. Clarke tends to go for silky boxer-like shorts and matching loose button up tops because she gets hot easily and she can adjust the coverage at will 😘

Prof/stu au: Lexa generally wears boxer briefs and no top to not only sleep, but also to wake up and make coffee in. Which is a lovely sight for Clarke's eyes, but when Madi first starts randomly staying over as well she has to switch to boxer briefs and a racerback (to sleep in, you'll understand why when Clarke sees the layout of Lexa's house 🥴) (also she learns to toss on a pair of baggy sweatpants when she goes to make their morning coffee, which also adds a very lovely appeal to the ensemble, or so Clarke's inner artist says... 🫦)

Clarke just a tshirt and booty shorts. She's never quite the amateur exhibitionist that Professor Sexy Face is, despite all of Lexa's copious boosting of her ego, but she also likes the way Lexa has to slip her hands under the oversized shirt to trace fingers up her back, so there are definitely still perks

[100hearteyes]

ehem penis wings OP?

Oh boy 😂 look, here's how 'penis wings' was born. @butmakeitgayblog sent me chapter 9 of Demon AU to read in advance and leave comments on. And then this happened:

The first reaction:

And then:

1.

2.

3.

So yes, I birthed 'penis wings' with all my love 😌

[alphacommander]

Demon!Clarke with a Special Appearance by God!Lexa

[lexa-griffins]

Amor Mortis

clexa vampire au | I/V | clextober22

Part I - Prologus

Darkness engulfs her. It seems to pay no mind to the open window lining the whole of her wall of her bedroom, ignoring so completely the drawn curtains where moonlight should pass through and illuminate her entire being, instead making itself scarce.

Something moves then, deliberate swiftness, a shadow darker than the blackness that surrounds her. It crawls towards her, approaching her with prudence, careful not to frighten her.

A beast on the hunt. 

Lexa demands for her hands to grasp the sheets and hide her face away from the mass crawling it’s way towards her but her body stays unmoving, petrified in a feeling akin to fearful excitement.

A delightful terror.

Her breathing fills the room, a symphonic crescendo of gasps that reach it’s climax once the shadow reaches the foot of her bed. Featureless yet so familiar, Lexa is certain this demonic angel has visited her before; a recurring presence in her feverish dreams that so often border the line of nightmaric pleasure. It has touched her surface, the coldness of it’s hand on her warm skin, pink lips so marvelous against her bare body. 

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