#rip lexa

[imogenkol]

Welp. I did it.

nightbloodbix -> imogenkol

[lexa-griffins]

When they're not using the breeding bench for sex, do camgirls clexa repurpose the bench for something ordinary like hanging their clothes on it?

🤣 i they probably have a place in their basement/storage to keep it when its not in use but honestly i can see them just hanging the christmas lights or anything thedont want to tangle from it when its not in use.

And if anyone catches a glimpse of it under the boxes and lights, they most definitely say it a "stretcher" 😂

[puthyflapps]

Yeah but like Anya and Raven get caught fucking at the party by Clarke/Lexa and they immediately go find the other because oops now they’re horny too

Well, for starters, Clarke is definitely the one who finds them. She opens the bathroom door in time to see Anya thrust her hips into Raven, who’s sat on the vanity with her arms and legs wrapped so tightly around her girlfriend. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips are parted slightly as she exhales heavy puffs of hot air. One of her hands is gripping the football player’s shoulder while the other is tangled in her thick, blonde hair. Raven’s freshly manicured nails, she had Clarke paint to match the team’s colors, stand out in the sea of tousled, golden hair.

The scene is hot, and the throbbing between Clarke’s legs is becoming increasingly hard to ignore. So, she closes the bathroom door as quietly as possible and sets off to find her own girlfriend. And god bless Lexa because when she sees Clarke, she’s just smiling that sweet, goofy smile of hers. Clarke had only wandered out of sight for a few minutes, but the way Lexa was staring at her with those big puppy dog eyes of hers, you’d think they hadn’t seen each other for weeks. She’s just so cute and sweet and nice and respectful, which Clarke loves, but right now, she needs the quarterback to fuck her through the nearest mattress.

[graunblida]

oops all angst prompts // accepting @exilesign sent: what are you talking about? i'm not leaving you here! / from silas!

a wry smile threatens to lighten her features, and she gives in. he's not the self-serving, callous person he wants others to perceive him as. he could have betrayed her at any time and yet he honored their ALLIANCE.

" yes, you are. " words are stated firmly. the dull throbbing in her ankle reminds lexa she can't go on like this forever. body and mind are both exhausted, pushed to the brink of their capabilities. now eternal rest sounds ever so tempting.

with a labored grunt, she gets into a defensive position with knives gripped in each hand. she's hoping she can use the little energy she has left for a burst of speed. otherwise..." the careers are trying to flush us out. " there are two of them left and closing in on her and silas. lexa's injuries aren't death sentences per say, but she knows the risks fighting in her condition. " i'll do what i can to slow them down, but that won't mean shit unless you keep moving. "

[lexqa]

nobody asked but here’s my top 10 hottest lfc players:

1. Trent (no explanation needed)

2. Virg (again no explanation needed)

3. Joey G (I feel like a lot of people forget about him but he’s SO fine. And a cutie)

4. Darwin (bc he’s darwizzy)

5. Dom (not really my type but i wouldn’t say no)

6. Hendo (again not my type but there’s just something about him😭)

7. idk

8. idk

9. idk

10. idk man

[fairieswithwings]

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[butmakeitgayblog]

MBFW as parents sneaking in a quickie bc it’s been forever since they’ve gotten alone time? 🥺

It honestly felt like a page right out of their early days as a newly in love couple when they'd sneak away every single chance they could get.

A quick makeout in the third floor English department bathroom, slipping fingers beneath nudged aside underwear and breathing a sigh of relief into each other's mouth in the sorority house's coat closet during a rowdy party where they won't be missed. All the times they'd pulled at each other in desperate need for the world to wait just 10 more damn minutes, even though their schedules where constantly dragging them to the opposite ends of campus.

And having with two small children under the age of 5 certainly hasn't made things any easier this time around.

But what's exciting and exponentially better is the fact that now they have an actual bed.

A wonderful bed, with memory foam instead of cheap noisy springs, and a box frame that can handle whatever they throw at it.

Which was why they had grasped the opportunity to slip away from their house full of guests.

One look over the sea of party hat-topped toddlers and PTA moms working their way through a 3rd cup of 'Adult Juice' - that may or may not contain a healthy percentage of wine - and that was all it had taken for Lexa to fade into the shadows and slink out of the room with only fiery glance behind her. That was all it had taken for Clarke to laugh at the conversation she was no longer listening to before excusing herself with the excuse that she needed to check on something, uh... upstairs.

And Lexa had decided right in that moment that they would be rediscovering their lost art of disappearing more often in the future the second she pulled her wife into their room and latched on to that pretty mouth.

Seven years of marriage had done nothing to dull her addiction to taste of Clarke's lips. She moaned at the flavor of well salted pretzels and the triple berry punch their daughter had picked off the shelf at random for her 4th birthday bash, mixed with that flavor that she could only so elegantly describe as 'mmmm, Clarke tongue.'

Scrumptious.

Walking backward toward the bed and dragging her wife along for the ride, Lexa moaned with just how badly she'd been yearning for these few minutes alone. Between breastfeeding and diaper changes and treating a few hundred boo-boos on knees, it felt like it'd been an eternity since either could just enjoy a second to themselves without the heavy veil of exhaustion.

They smiled into their kisses, shushing each other's giggles of freedom as hands roved without restraint. The confines of time only made it all more giddy, more like a sweet rush of adrenaline as they collapsed into a graceless mess of limbs on the foot of their bed.

"What d'you think we got?" Lexa'd whispered while yanking Clarke's shirt clear from her jeans. "Fifteen minutes?"

Clarke shook her head at the hopefulness and tossed her leg over her wife's hips to straddle her. "Ten, tops, so long as the sangria holds out. Maybe five if someone starts crying."

Shoving the button through the hole and ripping down the zipper, Lexa gave Clarke a wicked grin.

"I can work with that."

"You're— ahh," Clarke cut off in a breathy gasp when Lexa raked her nails along the swell of her hipbone and slipped beneath the waist of her jeans. "You're very sure of yourself."

Dragging her fingertip along the damp strip of underwear, Lexa twitched them aside and hummed at the slick already waiting for her.

"Yes, I am."

She leaned up for another kiss, luxuriating in the tickle of dark curls as she traced the length of her wife's slit. A few passes left her fingers soaked in arousal, so thick she could almost taste it in the way it clung to her skin. She took her time smearing it around, making sure Clarke was completely ready despite the proper build up, coaxing strings up just to teasingly rub feather light circles over the clit that peeked out from its hood.

Pulling back from the kiss, she caught the darkened blue eyes and held then, soaking in the way they fluttered as she dipped down and pushed in with two fingers.

The wet heat that enveloped her was like an electric shock to her system. Every clench around her fingers made Lexa pulse in sympathy, so turned on she could barely focus on starting up a steady rhythm. It made Lexa realize just how much they had been letting this slide between them recently - neglecting this aching want that had always so powerful between them.

She had missed this feeling in the chaos of being moms. This connection and vulnerability that came from holding Clarke close while seated deep inside.

But as much as she'd have loved to lay her wife down and take her time with her, to fuck and cuddle and worship the way she'd been aching to for days, a muffled laugh from downstairs reminded her that they were indeed on a time crunch.

Shifting her wrist and shoving her thumb forward, Lexa swallowed her wifes gasp when she bumped the senstive underside of the bud. She pumped her fingers as deep the position would let her and found that deliciously spongy patch of skin that never failed to set her wife off like a rocket.

"Oh f— God, Lex," Clarke whined through clenched teeth, bucking into her palm and nearly crawling out of her skin when it rubbed Lexa's thumb firmer against her clit.

"I know, love, I know," she breathed against the fumbled slide of Clarke's kisses, ignoring the burn as her wife dripped down her wrist. "You feel so fucking good. Hold on a few more minutes. Just let me feel you a few more minutes, love, and then you can let go whenever you want to, I promise."

Lexa gave herself over to it, barely breathing as Clarke rocked against her with languid ruts of her hips as she curled her fingers against her front wall. Over, and over, and over. She threaded her fingers through blonde hair and pulled just the way Clarke liked it. Giving the illusion of her control - a hungered look of love and lust - as Lexa held her gaze and ruthlessly fucked her.

And she honestly didn't care about time or their friends or the party they'd spent two weeks planning when the liquid fire around her fingers pulsed and began to tighten.

Clarke gave a pitiful whimper. Bit her lip with a whined, "Please, baby, I want—," and that was all Lexa needed to give in. To nod for her to let go and trust her to catch her when she falls. To cup the back of her neck and pull her close, pressing her wife's mouth to the dip of her shoulder and bury her moans there, as Clarke clenched and spilled in a hot rush around her fingers.

Lexa let her ride out the waves of her orgasm. Guided her down with softened rolls of her thumb. She kissed everything within, peppered her lips along cheek and neck and temple, until her wife collapsed sated and thoroughly pliant in her arms.

In the quietening of their nesting, Lexa stretched her neck just far enough to look at the clock on her nightstand.

"Seven minutes. Three minutes to spare. Suck it."

"Fine," Clarke huffed against the collar of Lexa's shirt where she'd burrowed in to enjoy the afterglow. "So. Not out of practice then... Definitely not... out of practice."

Lexa laughed at her slurred white flag of defeat, but still felt the need to clarify, "Making you come, or making you come quickly?"

"Either. Both. I don't care, I can't feel my legs."

"That good, huh?"

"Don't gloat."

"I'm not gloating," Lexa insisted even as she preened a little inside. "Making you feel good is just second nature at this point. I know how to take care of you, love. Quick or slow... It's like riding a bike."

A finger roughly poked her in the ribs.

"Pfft, a romantic. Stop flirting with me, Woods."

Lexa grazed her thumb over the sensitive tip still within reach and grinned when her wafe gave a full body shudder.

"I don't think I will, actually."

Clarke sucked in a steadying breath and nipped a bite to Lexa's jaw. "You just wait until after bedtime. I'm going to make you regret that, sweetchee—"

The bang of metal against frame cut off the last of Clarke's words as the room suddenly exploded with a garbled,

"Oh sonofabitch."

Lexa felt all the heat disappear off of her in an instant at the spat out swear from above them as Clarke flung herself to the side... and took Lexa's wrist right along with her.

Her hiss and wince of pain as they both struggled to free her from the unyielding shackle of Clarke's jeans did nothing to drown out the enraged sounds coming from the moment-killer stood in their doorway.

"Am I in a goddamn time loop? Why does this keep happening to me?!"

Clarke groaned as she finally yanked Lexa's hand free and flopped angrily onto her back. "Maybe because you still haven't learned to knock before barging into people's bedrooms."

"Oh! Oh! Excuuuuse me," Raven whisper-shouted. "You guys only have a house full of your closest friends and their toddlers downstairs, why didn't I assume you two perverts were in here fucking."

"Shhh," Lexa immediately hissed as she rubbed at the throbbing joints in her wrist despite Raven having mouthed the swear rather than saying it out loud. "We just wanted to take a moment alone, alright? We never get actual time to ourselves, and we figured the kids would be fine with everybody—"

Raven shook her head and held a hand up. "Elgh, stop. Look at yourselves. You abandoned your children to come up here and get your jolly ranchers off."

"I... I think it's just 'get your jollies'..."

"Ah, well, thank you for your contribution, Ms. English Major." Raven grabbed the handle of the door and yanked backward out of the threshold, leaving only a slit big enough for her head to poke through. "Now will you two whores put yourselves back together, please. Some of us are waiting on birthday cake."

With a scathing look and final grunt of disgust, Raven snapped the door shut in her wake.

In the quiet that followed, Lexa let her head slump to the side, catching her wife's gaze as she smiled.

"That was embarrassing."

"Eh." Clarke flopped her hand above her belly. "She's seen us in worse positions."

"True. She's only mad about the cake anyway."

"Yeah, but she'll still never shut about this."

Lexa lifted the hand that had previously been shoved down her wife's pants and offered it up with a toothy grin. "Worth it."

Still flushed and beautifully relaxed from her orgasm, Clarke eyed her for a moment just to make sure she was serious, before laughing and slapping it in a high-five.

"Totally worth it."

[neyantkomskaikru]

Madi Griffin (about taking the Flame): "I did it because I love you."

Clarke Griffin: "I thought love was weakness. Isn't that what the Commanders in your head tell you?"

Madi Griffin: "Yes, all but one."

Okay just rip my heart out at the fact that Lexa remained forever changed by loving Clarke, that to the very last day she was “alive” (in the flame) she died believing that Clarke was her greatest strength, and was forever changed by the ideals that that love showed to her.

Nobody talk to me, I need more time to grieve.

[kpforpresident]

Does Clarke go away on travel for a bit and leave Hiro with plant shop owner Lexa?

mrow. mrow. meow. MEOW.

Lexa cracked open an unwilling eyeball, forcing her bleary eyesight to focus on the small numbers glowing at her from the alarm clock perched on her bedside table. She fended off the small but persistent paw that was insistently batting at her earlobe as she did so, earning a disgruntled rrrfft as Lexa shoved the tiny kitten off of where she had been cheerily perched on her neck for the past ten minutes or so, alternating between kneading her aorta and boxing her earlobe with one small mitten.

4:07 am blinked back at her.

Lexa sat up in a huff, shoving a tangled wad of curls out of her face as she fished around her nightstand for her phone, ripping it from its charger with barely contained rage as Hiro trotted dainty to the end of her and Clarke's shared bed, sat down, and promptly began to clean her asshole, one tiny leg held primly aloft.

4:08 am

Lexa: Clarke, this goddamn cat is getting locked out of the room from here on out, so help me god. This is the second night in a row that she's woken me up at the crack of dawn to feed her. It's like trying to negotiate with terrorists, for chrrisake.

Lexa is not expecting her girlfriend to answer immediately despite the two hour time different between Polis and California, Lexa begrudgingly feels around for her slippers, sliding them on her feed in grumpy acceptance as Hiro twines figure eights happily around her ankles, chirping happily.

Hiro's delighted little warbles continue, floating through the watery grey of the early morning light as Lexa pads her way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. She stifles a jaw- cracking yawn as she flicks on the kettle, sleepily reaching for a mug and a sachet of tea to hopefully kickstart her day- even if it is two hours earlier than she originally planned. She's just pouring boiling water over her Earl Grey teabag when her phone chimes cheerily.

Hiro looks up from where she's cleaning her paw to cock her head in inquiry as Lexa crosses the kitchen to check her mobile.

4:47 am

Clarke: fuck, I'm sorry Lex. She just loves you and is off her with me gone. I'm ordering her a timed feeder right now, I swear- you can set it to go off at 4 so she has a pre-breakfast and won't tapdance on your head for food so early. I love you! I'll be home in two days!

Lexa smiles begrudingly at the text, reaching across the counter to pet the downy soft hair that lays just under Hiro's chin. Hiro purrs in contentment, dropping down from the counter to trot over to her now-full food bowl.

Lexa's phone chimes again as she reaches for her mug, alerting her from her and Clarke's linked Amazon account that her new stainless steel cat feeder will be on her doorstep in just four short hours.

Lexa angles her phone to send Clarke a photo of Hiro curled up in an early morning beam of sunlight in response, signing it with a few kisses for good measure as she scoops up her book and tea to curl up in their duvet and read for a few hours before work.

[eternalreignblog]

Clarke blackmails Lexa into sleeping with her otherwise she will release her nudes

Lexa's pulse shoots through the roof when she gets a response from Clarke instead of Costia.

She can't believe how careless she was, 'Clarke' is right next to 'Costia' in her contact list and instead of sending the mirror topless pic to her girlfriend, she'd inadvertantly sent it to her colleague.

Her colleague who was going for the same promotion.

The panic starts to rise within her as she opens Clarke’s message.

Is this your way of bribing me to drop out of the promotion race? Cause I bet if I send this to Kane he'd be mighty disappointed in you Lexa...

Lexa could read the sarcasm in the text, picturing Clarke’s arrogant smirk as her eyes traced the ominous message.

Fuck.

Lexa was sure Clarke would send it to their boss too, that was just the kind of calculated, manipulating tactic she would use to get ahead.

That was meant for Costia! You can't send it to Kane!

Lexa typed out desperately.

I don't know Lexa... it's mighty offensive to receive unsolicited nudes from a work colleague...

Bullshit. Lexa knew Clarke was probably jerking off to her pic right now. Asshole.

Lexa sighed in resignation. Clarke held all the cards here, and Lexa was going to have to play her game if she wants to keep her job.

What do you want?

Nerves wrack her as she waits to hear Clarke’s demands.

She didn't have to wait long.

I'm bored tonight. How about you entertain me.

Lexa stares at the message for a moment. Before she can ask what it means, another message comes through.

319 Arkadia drive. Apartment 7. Be here in an hour.

What the fuck. Lexa’s eyes were as wide as saucers. Clarke wanted her to go to her apartment?

Lexa weighs her options. She could do nothing and potentially lose her job. She could go to Clarke’s apartment and see what she wants. She could tell Costia... no. Not an option. Costia is the jealous type and won't take this well at all. Plus, she's away on business, she never has to know.

Deciding, Lexa looks at her watch. She has 45 minutes to get to Clarke’s place.

***

Lexa looks up at the door in front of her, barely registering how she got here.

Before she could knock, the door swings open, revealing a smug looking Clarke, dressed casually in loose shorts and t shirt.

"You actually showed up?" Clarke sounds both surprised and amused as she looks Lexa up and down, eyebrow raising as she took in the skinny jeans and white tank Lexa was wearing.

"What do you want, Clarke?" Lexa asks, getting straight to the point.

"Exactly what I said," Clarke turns and walks into her apartment, clearly expecting Lexa to follow. Closing the door behind her, Lexa ventured into Clarke’s domain, taking in the simple decor.

Clarke plopped down on the sofa, looking back at Lexa who was now standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room.

"I want you-" Clarke pointed at Lexa, "to entertain me," she capped off by pointing to herself.

"And how am I supposed to do that?" Lexa asked, starting to get annoyed.

"Take your clothes off,"

"I- what?" Lexa stared incredulously at Clarke, barely believing her ears.

"You heard me. You sent me that pic, now I want to see more. It's your fault, really,"

"I'm not a stipper!" Lexa protested, but was faced with Clarke’s signature smirk.

"Then I guess Kane is gonna see your tits. Your choice," Clarke laughed at her own joke, Lexa seethed.

"Fine," Lexa spat, ripping her tank top over her head and starting to unbutton her jeans.

"Whoa, slow down there. I want to enjoy this," Clarke said, eyes locked on Lexa's bra covered chest.

Grumbling, Lexa complied. Turning aroind and bending over as she dragged her jeans down her legs.

"Fuck yeah, that's it," Clarke’s voice had gone husky, and Lexa felt a small thrill at enticing that reaction out of her. "Turn around and take your bra off."

Lexa turned, seeing Clarke with her hand in her shorts, staring at her like a piece of meat. She slowly unhooked her bra, sliding it down her arms as Clarke ogled her.

Never in a million years would Lexa have ever pictured herself in this position, standing in Clarke’s living room wearing nothing but her lacy black panties.

Lexa waited for the next instruction, watching Clarke stroke herself in her shorts as she stared at Lexa's body.

"You're pretty fucking hot, you know that, Lexa," Clarke complemented, "take your panties off for me,"

Hooking her thumbs under the soft lace, Lexa complied.

And that's how she found herself completely naked in front of her biggest work rival.

Lexa closed her eyes, taking a deep breath to settle herself. When she opened them again, Clarke was on her feet. Lexa could see the outline of Clarke’s cock in her shorts and an involuntary gush of wetness hit her at the sight.

She cursed her body for responding to Clarke, but she had to grudgingly admit the other woman was hot.

Clarke was in front of her now, hands raising to cup her breasts.

Fingers pinched her nipples and Lexa fought hard to contain a moan, not wanting Clarke to know how turned on she was.

"Much nicer in person," Clarke said as she moved around Lexa, hands groping and touching as she went.

"This is your best asset, though," Clarke said as she grabbed a handfull of Lexa's ass before giving it a slap, causing Lexa to yelp in surprise.

Clarke chuckled at her reaction, coming around to face her again.

"You tease me every day with your tight jeans and fuck me eyeliner," Clarke’s hands found their way to Lexa's hips, "no way that tit pic was an accident," she added as one of her hands slipped between Lexa's legs.

This time, Lexa couldn't contain the moan as Clarke’s fingers slid easily through her folds, spreading her arousal and feeling her swollen clit.

"Fuck, I knew you wanted me," Clarke’s husky voice was laced with arousal, "you're fucking soaked," Clarke said, sounding smug.

Clarke’s fingers were working magic between her legs, dipping into her wet pussy and circling her clit. She had to put her hands on Clarke’s shoulders to maintain her balance as Clarke fingered her.

"I need to fuck you," Clarke stated, spinning Lexa around. Before Lexa's brain could catch up, she was bent over the sofa with Clarke behind her, one hand on her hip, the other shoving her shorts down her legs.

Lexa could do nothing to stop is as Clarke lined up her cock and pressed forward. There was little resistance as Lexa was well lubricated, Clarke sliding easily into her pussy.

"Oh fuck, Lexa. You're so tight," Clarke praised as she slowly fucked into Lexa, going an inch further each stroke until she was buried deep and Lexa could feel her balls resting against her pussy lips.

Lexa had to take deep breaths. Clarke was much bigger than anything she'd taken before, and so thick she could feel the stretch.

Clarke held herself deep for a few moments, as though she was savoring the feeling.

"I'm going to fuck you hard now," she warned, slapping Lexa's ass. She pulled back until just the tip was inside before slamming back in, jolting Lexa forward on the sofa.

After a few more deliberate strokes, Clarke took off, pounding Lexa into the sofa woth strong, powerful strokes. Lexa had never been fucked like this before, hard and dirty, and a part of her knew that this had unlocked something within her.

Lexa was so fucking turned on.

Clarke’s cock was pistoning into her and she gave up on holding in her arousal. She screamed out and reached underneath herself to rub her clit.

"Oh fuck, Clarke, you're cock feels so fucking good," Lexa said breathlessly, pushing back onto Clarke’s thrusts as she worked her clit.

"I knew you wanted it, walking around the office so prissy. Bet your girlfriend doesn't fuck you like this," Clarke taunted as she changed the angle, pumping down into Lexa with abandon.

Lexa didn't want to admit how right Clarke was. Costia and her made love, and until now, Lexa never knew how much she needed someone to just fuck her.

"Just shut up and fuck me," Lexa shot back at her, feeling the threads of pleasure weave through her body.

Clarke landed a slap on Lexa ass that echoed around the apartment. "I'll fuck you how I want to," Clarke said arrogantly, pulling out of Lexa and causing her to whine at the loss of contact.

Clarke manhandled Lexa onto her back on the sofa, holding her legs apart as she stood over her.

"I want to watch you when you cum on my cock," Clarke said as she slid her dick back into Lexa.

Lexa looked up at Clarke, noting she'd lost her shirt at some point, and Lexa now had a view of her spectacular rack, bouncing deliciously as she fucked her.

"Clarke.." Lexa cried, sliding a hand up to pinch her own nipple as Clarke’s dick created incredible friction in her cunt.

"So hot, gonna fill you with my cum," Clarke murmered, letting go of one of Lexa's legs to play with her clit, thumb flicking over the sensitive bud as she pumped her hips into her.

"Cum on my dick, Lexa, I know you want to," Clarke was timing her thrusts and her thumb in such a way that Lexa was hurtling towards the edge at lightning pace.

"I'm close, oh fuck, don't stop," Lexa gripped the sofa in her fist, holding on for dear life as Clarke fucked her brains out.

Lexa cried out as her climax hit, rolling her hips into Clarke as the pleasure spread through her. She felt her pussy clenching on Clarke's cock, the other woman pausing her thrusts to take advantage of the feeling.

"That's it, let go," Clarke crooned, slowly pumping her hips to ride Lexa through her orgasm. "God, I could watch you cum on my cock all day," Clarke said, picking up the pace as Lexa's pulsing slowed down.

Lexa's mind was just coming down from the high, and before she knew it, Clarke had stepped it up, clearly chasing her own orgasm as she fuck Lexa harder and faster than ever before.

"Oh fuck, ahhhhhhh, oohhhhhh," Lexa could do nothing but go along for the ride as Clarke unceremoniously pounded into her, holding her by the ankles as she slammed her hips into Lexa's over and over.

"Gonna cum in you, get ready," Clarke grunted thrusts getting erratic as she got close.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Clarke jolted, slamming into Lexa one last time and her cock pulsed, releasing her seed into her waiting pussy.

"Oh yeah, take it," Clarke huffed, giving her hips a few more pumps, making sure every last drop had been deposited inside Lexa's cunt.

They lay there, Clarke above Lexa, Lexa’s legs spread wide, both breathing heavy as they came down.

The gravity of the situation hadn't settled in yet. At some point, Lexa would have to face the fact that she just cheated on her girlfriend. With her work rival. But that time was not now. Now, Lexa was just revelling in the afterglow of the best fucking she had ever had.

Clarke’s dick softened and withdrew from Lexa's pussy with a rush of combined fluids.

Clarke stood, holding her hand out for Lexa to take, lifting her to her feet.

"Care to take a shower?" Clarke asked, voice softer than it had been before.

"Yeah, yeah. I think I need it," Lexa said lightly, motioning to the mess between her legs.

Clarke smiled at her, almost affectionately as she led her towards her bathroom.

"I've got some clothes you can wear after if you want to stay, and, you know, hang out for a bit," Clarke offered almost tentatively, and Lexa found, rather surprisingly, that she wanted to.

"Yeah, I think I'd like that," she said.

"Don't worry, either. I'll delete the pic you sent," Clarke said as she started the shower running.

Lexa's impulses took over as she pulled Clarke to her.

"Don't. I want you to keep it," she said, taking note of the shock in Clarke’s eyes as she pulled her in for a feiry kiss.

[rosapexa]

A forehead kiss means protection. It's respect.

It says "You're mine. Don't ever leave my side."

It says "I care about you and i don't want you to get hurt."

It says "I'll come between you and whatever tries to hurt you."

It says "I love you and you're my baby."

~ Unknown

A sweet and tender forehead kiss was something neither Lexa nor Johnny gave or recieved in their lifes before. Lexa has never been in a relationship before Johnny and he wasn't exactly a caring boyfriend towards the women he was with.

You would think that two people like them, especially someone like Lexa, wouldn't care about a little soft gesture like this. And before they were with each other, that was true. It meant nothing to them. Simply because they didn't know how much this could mean. There was never someone in their life who could show them. There was never someone who made them want to have these little tender gestures with.

And yet the first time Lexa kissed Johnny on the forehead, she did it because she simply was curious how it would make her, them feel. She didn't know why, but she felt she needed that for them. It was the sweetest feeling for Lexa but also so much for Johnny. It was so soft and lovingly, especially coming from a woman like her. It was something so little and yet so much. He instantly had to kiss her back and she loved that feeling as well.

Now they can't live without it. Basically daily they tell each other I love you with a little forehead kiss.

A little side note: This quote... It says "I'll come between you and whatever tries to hurt you."... I just have this picture in my head of Lexa kissing Johnny on the forehead and then turns around, activates her Mantis Blades and rips everyone apart, who just tried to hurt him 😭 Need to put that into photos someday...

[asleepingtiger]

@dreamsaremywords thanks for the prompt. Literally just wrote this quickly. Ignore any mistakes.

Prompt: clexa arguing over the best ways to butter toast

Clarke hummed to herself as she buttered her toast sticking the butter knife into the block on the butter dish and forcing it to spread on the freshly toasted toast. The bread was ripping apart from the force.

Lexa stood next to her in horror.

���Love, Clarke, erm. Why are you buttering your toast that way?”

Clarke raised her brow in question, “Lex, this is the only way to make butter on toast.”

Lexa stared at the butchered toast.

“Clarke, no there’s other ways.” She said holding in a smirk.

Clarke folded her arms facing Lexa, “go on then, show me how you butter your toast with that rock.”

Lexa smirk broke as she took the butter knife from Clarke, “while the toast is fresh, you want to scrape some butter, let it curl on the knife and spread it lightly so it just soaks in.”

She turns to Clarke who was still looking at her with her brow still raised.

“I know how to butter toast, Lexa.”

“Clearly not, you’ve butchered yours!” Lexa pointed to the holes in the now soggy toast.

“But it’s my toast, you might be perfect in everything you do, even if it is toast!” Clarke was taking this a little too seriously.

Lexa was only winding her up and it was working.

“I’m perfect in everything I do, huh?” Lexa put the butter knife down, forgetting her nicely spread toast as she moved closer to Clarke.

“Oh you know you are, being a lawyer, an aunty to Raven’s and Anya’s child, the way you hold yourself and the way you make me orgasm, everything you do is perfect even buttering the pathetic bread!” Clarke was irate.

Lexa pulled Clarke’s folded arms free and held her waist, “love, I’m winding you up.”

“Well it worked.” Clarke relaxed in Lexa’s hold, she couldn’t never be annoyed in Lexa’s arms.

“I did like the sound of what you said about when you orgasm.” Lexa lowered her gaze to Clarke’s lip seductively.

“I thought you’d perk your ears up at that.” Clarke scoffed, she now had her arms around Lexa’s slender neck bring her closer.

Lexa leaned into Clarke, pressing into the right places, “Want me to make it up to you?”

Clarke brushed her fingers down the back of Lexa’s neck where her hair was loose from her messy bun.

“Lexa, you’re going to crumple your outfit.” Clarke pulled away slightly checking her wife out.

Lexa wore a causal white v-neck top, light grey tailored slacks and black patent brogues finishing it off with her glasses.

She looked damn hot.

“It’d be worth it,” Lexa kissed Clarke and lingered.

Clarke bit her bottom lip and looked up at Lexa’s growing darker ones then leaned in.

“I just got my period this morning.” Clarke stated as she just kissed the side of Clarke’s cheek and walked away satisfied with herself.

“That explains a lot,” Lexa muttered.

[lexa-griffins]

Does Lexa buy some new lingerie to surprise dilf Clarke when she invites her to her apartment? Does she show off her toy collection too?

Not right away. As soon as Clarke gets there, it's all clothes off, really, no time to waste! And it'll be like that the first few times. It takes them about two weeks of fucking to get all the urgency out of their system and being able to even talk before fucking. Thats when Lexa starts to put a little more effort into lingerie and introducing any sex toys into the mix. Its also at this time the 'daddy' honorific starts to come out. If you had asked Clarke before if she was into being called daddy she would have said no, but hearing Lexa say it brings out something in her 🥵

[aphrodites-law]

Clarke wakes up eight years in the future, where her college best friend happens to be her girlfriend. Part 4/? (Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3)

Aside from the obvious, Clarke couldn’t get over how different this other version of herself was. She only recognized two sweatshirts and a t-shirt in her entire wardrobe. Her ripped jeans were gone, her beloved leather jacket was nowhere to be seen, and her dresses were the kind of classy Clarke wanted to make fun of. Seriously, where was the cleavage on this? She’d gleaned from her phone that she worked as a freelance illustrator - a welcome surprise - so that was hardly an excuse for the uninspired looks.

To be fair, the “special” drawer at the bottom was the furthest thing from classy. Clarke had closed it quickly after peeking. There was more variety in her underwear, but overall she’d lost her style. Other Clarke dressed like every other adult Clarke knew and it was a fucking downer.  

As for Lexa, her style had evolved but there were recognizable remnants of her younger self. She still favored darker tones, with the occasional trusty flannel, but her grungy looks had been traded for business casual. Clarke felt a pang in her chest, realizing how deeply she missed her Lexa. She wondered what Lexa would tell her if she were here. If she would be impressed by her older self.

But this wasn’t the natural way of things. They weren’t supposed to know how everything would turn out. Clarke knew anger was useless, but she felt it nonetheless. It was comforting to have a version of Lexa here, but Clarke felt robbed of a multitude of experiences.

Like watching her best friend grow into a confident, put-together adult.

Or falling in love with her.

Which was evidently what had happened at some point.

Yet Clarke had never entertained the thought in her present. Even their kiss had been driven by immense gratitude for the girl who’d salvaged the worst night of her life. At least that’s what she’d told herself. They’d never talked about it because nothing had felt awkward afterward. They’d slipped back into the effortless routine of their friendship.

Lexa had met Costia and then a few others. With looks and smarts like hers, dating wasn’t an issue. She liked it, too. There hadn’t been anyone serious after Costia, but she wasn’t a player either. She never had a bad word to say about her dates, even if they didn’t work out. She was a romantic at heart and a few college girls bruising her feelings wouldn't change that.

Which was why the love part still troubled Clarke. She knew Lexa like the palm of her hand. Lexa didn’t fall for girls like her - aimless, stubborn and too proud for her own good. She liked girls who spoke about their goals at length. Girls who knew what they wanted. It was silly to even consider Lexa having feelings for her. Not like this, with this kind of passion. Clarke would’ve been able to tell. She would.

So what brought them to this point?

Clarke still wondered if this was truly the future. A parallel world born from the butterfly effect didn’t sound any less wacky, but Lexa had said she’d wanted her since their first kiss, which obviously wasn’t the case for her own Lexa. The mention of Costia seemed to have thrown her, perhaps because she didn’t know her at all in this world. If Other Clarke and her had started going out after their kiss in the car, it would make sense she’d never meet Costia.

Though that would mean they’d been dating for over ten years. Jesus. That couldn’t be right.

She didn’t have a ring and neither did Lexa. Well, that wasn’t too surprising. Clarke had witnessed her parents’ marriage fall apart and her mother’s second marriage end up in screaming matches too. Her grandmother was three-times divorced and her only cousin seemed ready to leave her husband any day now.

Griffin women didn’t do marriage very well and Clarke didn’t care to continue the tradition. She didn’t mind staying someone’s girlfriend forever, but she knew Lexa liked the idea of being a wife one day. Hopefully their stupid state would get its head out of its ass.

Wait. Clarke rushed to grab her phone but then stopped, knowing she’d forget the answer as soon as she read it. Surely by now it was legal, right? So why hadn’t they tied the knot? Clarke could see herself compromising if she were madly in love.

Was Other Clarke having doubts about the relationship? Was she thinking back on that crucial moment in her life, when she’d started dating Lexa, and wondering ‘What if we hadn’t?’ Clarke had a chilling thought that perhaps she’d been brought here to break up with Lexa. But her stomach suddenly twisted, a visceral reaction that knocked the breath out of her. It was almost as if Other Clarke had taken over for a second, lashing out.

She leaned against the wardrobe and took a deep breath.

“No breaking up,” she whispered.

It wasn’t like she could do it anyway. She’d stab herself in the tit before she broke Lexa’s heart. At this point, all she could do was play the part and hope the answers would come to her.

After some back and forth, she put on a dress with a jacket and tights, warm and dressy enough for a birthday outing. Lexa walked out of the bathroom in dark pants and a top with the weirdest shoulder cutouts. Eight years did a lot to fashion apparently.

“Ready?” she asked.

Clarke nodded, wondering how screwed she was if they bumped into someone they knew on the way. She’d have to smile and let Lexa do the talking.

“I thought you’d wear your blue dress,” Lexa said.

Clarke looked down at her outfit. “Uh, nope. The green one.”

“I guess you’re not planning on getting lucky,” Lexa said with a growing smile.

Feeling the rising panic she usually did when Lexa alluded to their private conversations, Clarke tried playing along: “Why not? Do I not score in the green dress?”

Lexa snorted. “Do you not- what?”

Sensing she’d missed the mark, Clarke quickly moved on: “Maybe I just wanted to match your eyes.”

“Corny... but effective.” Lexa smiled as she leaned in to kiss her. Clarke had given up on trying to stop these, instead enjoying the sensation. Lexa’s kisses were unlike any others she’d had. She wondered if their years of experience just made these second nature. Sometimes, like now, she didn’t want to stop at all, so caught up in the feeling that she became an active participant herself, even overzealous.

“Hmm.”

It was that sound again - the little hum Lexa made after their kisses got more heated.

“What?” Clarke asked.

“You’ve been kissing me differently.”

Clarke’s eyes widened. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Bad different?”

“No, no, just…” Lexa glanced down, “like you’re trying to figure me out.”

“I thought I’d try something new.”

“That’s the thing, it reminds me of when we first started dating. When I was trying to find out how you liked it and you were trying to find out how I liked it.”

Clarke felt awkward, reminded once more of the gap in their experiences. Which was fucking weird, because technically the body she was in was plenty knowledgable regarding Lexa’s preferences. “So it is bad.”

“I’m enjoying it,” Lexa reassured her, then ran her hands down her ass. “Makes me think of when we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.”

Clarke blushed, not disliking how close their bodies were. “Clearly an issue these days.”

“A glaring one.”

At least these two still bantered, which was oddly reassuring to Clarke. “We, um, we’re okay in that department, right?”

Lexa arched her brow. “Well, our old age makes it a little hard to fuck over an entire weekend.”

“Very funny.”

Lexa sighed. “Of course we are. I love what we have. How we’re growing together. Obviously sometimes I wish we could escape to the summer after graduation again, but I’d miss our life now. Everything we worked on and built together.”

“Summer after graduation? What was…?”

“Hm?”

“Never mind. So, we’re good?”

“I am. Are you?”

Clarke looked into Lexa’s eyes and saw her best friend. Just Lexa. Just the girl who’d been such a central part of her life since college. Just the girl she’d played a ridiculous amount of darts with, done the best roadtrip of her life with and cooked the most revolting on-a-budget college meals with. Just the girl whose laugh she knew from a mile away. And she didn’t know if she’d find that girl again, or if they’d grow old together too, but at least a part of her was still here. Still making her feel like she was home. 

“Yeah. I have everything I could possibly want.”

Lexa kissed her cheek. “Then let’s have that birthday date, gorgeous.”

-

Part 5

[graunblida]

@jeditrash smashed the heart

" oh that? " the warrior thinks back to the flametrooper she punched off a ledge mere minutes ago. to the untrained eye, it would appear as though she sent the soldier flying with brute strength alone. in reality, lexa channels the force into her STRIKES when fighting close combat. " it's a technique i learned in the order... from master windu, actually. "

[cainsbook]

[denial]

does everyone else know how to disappear?

are they the splinter? are they the teeth ripping it out?

do they know I’m high as fuck

on the 28 bus

[anger]

Turkish silver tastes like

19, hair tangled tumbling

somewhere tucked behind

the storage facility

empty boxes scream

for breaking company policy

today, on the drive by

dust

dope

no weapon, no crime

all that’s left,

a new hire and a for sale sign

[bargaining]

despite the despondency

I write his name in the dirt

I watch as the desert

dissolves each letter

singing his glory like church

[depression]

lexa

Pro.

shake rattle roll

no tears no more fantasies

of swerving on the road

the bottles running low

the bones dry and brittle

skipped one to write this poem

[acceptance]

to be determined