#clexa abo smut

[owl127]

Can youuuu…mayyybe…please write something containing a 🗡️ character and a jockstrap. Ugh something about jockstraps, mouth guards, and feminine girls doing masculine things is so hot🥵

read on Ao3

Reading @lexa-griffins talk about wanheda’s dagger got me inspired, so… *throws confetti in the air*

Lexa’s boots kicked dirty on her way to the bus stop.

“Lexa!” The cries behind her continued, along with the annoying click of cleats against asphalt. “Lexa, wait!”

Ignoring the girl running after her, Lexa climbed onto the bus without looking back. The driver looked her pursuer and rolled her eyes, signaling for the dirty athlete to hop into the campus bus.

“Thanks, Carla!” Lexa heard, and of course she would be friends with the bus drivers, because apparently, Clarke Griffin is very friendly with people. Girls in particular.

Lexa looked straight ahead as Clarke Griffin, captain of the soccer team, president of the debate club, LGBTQ+ alliance vice-president, and a fucking player sat next to her. Clarke swore at the mud tracks following her and lowered her socks with a long sigh.

“Lexa—” Clarke tried, but Lexa mmf-ed and turned her back to the alpha. “Okay, this is getting ridiculous.”

“You’re the one tracking mud on school property.”

“Brittany is like, nothing, she’s—”

“Have you slept with her?” Lexa turned to look into Clarke’s eyes, searching for honesty, trust, anything that would make the last three months she dedicated to this woman worth it. She found honesty, yes, but regretted it immediately.

“Not recently!” Clarke defended. “She likes to cheer in every game, and she keeps saying we’re seeing each other, but Lex, I haven’t been with her since before I met you!”

Lexa squinted her eyes, watching a bead of sweat forming on Clarke’s forehead.

“Okay, maybe once after we met, but we weren’t exclusive back then!”

The logic part of Lexa’s brain argued that Clarke had a point, and even Lexa had been on a fruitless date after she met Clarke. Had she thought about Clarke all the time? Totally. Did it in the end it help her see she was actually into the charming athlete? Yes, but irrelevant at the moment, since now the unreasonable part of Lexa’s brain kept replaying Brittany’s voice: “And that’s Clarke, number 10. She’s the captain. She’s also delicious.” A pink tongue over lipstick gloss had accompanied that statement, and a graphic image of that girl on her knees for Clarke had made Lexa escape the match as soon as she could.

Clarke had seen the iteration from the sidelines and had abandoned the bench in obvious pursuit.

“Are we exclusive?” Clarke asked when Lexa refrained from commenting. “I… I thought we were.” The girl swallowed, setting her face in the same hard angles as when she kicked a penalty. “I want us to be,” she said, extending a hand between them.

Lexa signed and took the offered hand in hers, feeling how warm it was, despite the fall leaves rushing past the bus window. She loved how warm Clarke’s hands were, a dichotomy to her always freezing extremities. Lexa mumbled something, and Clarke leaned closer, asking, “what was that?”

“Maybe I overreacted,” Lexa confessed, the almost empty bus a witness to the fact. “I hated seeing that girl talking about your dick like she owned it.”

Red crept into Clarke’s cheeks, making its way to her ears. “Well… she doesn’t,” Clarke said, one hand around Lexa’s waist. “You do,” she whispered, and Lexa’s face flushed with heat. “I want to be exclusive. If there’s any girl out there bragging about my dick, I want it to be you.”

“How romantic.”

“You’re into it,” Clarke argued, her bright eyes following Lexa’s scarf until it hid inside her jacket.

Logic once more piped up in Lexa’s mind that the girl had a point. The thong she had worn to celebrate Clarke’s game dampened with proof.

“You didn’t bring your phone or anything?” Lexa asked. “You just ran after me?”

“Of course. I couldn’t let you go looking pissed like that! And Octavia will pick up my shit.”

“So it’s not the first time you abandon your team celebration to pursue a girl?”

Panic flashed in Clarke’s eyes and Lexa felt merciful. “I guess from now on you’ll only be doing this for me.”

“Yeah.” Clarke kissed Lexa’s cheeks, sighing in relief. “My apartment is not far from here,” she said, the kiss lingering. “And I’m in desperate need of a shower.”

“Oh.” Lexa’s heart picked up, her cold hands warming up in her fingerless gloves. “If it’s out of desperation, we need to stop.”

“You’re so kind.”

With Octavia and the rest of the team still back at the football complex, there was no reservation for stripping as soon as they stumbled into Clarke’s apartment. The spare key with her neighbor was worth it (the assistant professor had looked the couple up and down and threw the key in their direction before closing the door and turning her TV colossally loud). Clarke’s shirt and cleats didn’t make it to the hallway, and Lexa’s pants puddled by the bathroom’s door. Lexa pulled the athletic shorts down and met the hard resistance of a jockstrap cup.

“Isn’t it uncomfortable?” she asked, drumming her fingers on top of the hard carbon fiber.

“Right now it’s pretty uncomfortable.” Clarke chuckled and kissed Lexa’s neck hard enough to bruise. “But that’s your fault.”

Lexa focused on Clarke’s high ponytail next, letting the blonde tresses free under the white light. “Yeah,” Lexa said, “it is.”

“Feeling possessive, huh?” Clarke nipped at the soft skin under Lexa’s chin while stepping out of her shorts, completely nude. Clarke moaned at the hands exploring her broad shoulders, digging into her trapezius, and scratching her deltoids. Lexa admired Clarke’s curves, but she salivated at her muscles.

A moan froze in a gasp as Lexa felt for Clarke’s erection, now free from the confines of jock straps and tight, athletic shorts. “Very possessive,” Lexa said, moving her hand in deliberate slowness, pushing eager hips back when Clarke tried to increase the pace. “You can be the leader of your team, but here” — a strong squeeze that made Clarke whine — “I’m captain.” The exhale on Lexa’s shoulder was nothing but a moan.

“Fuck,” Clarke said, her head surrendering to Lexa’s biceps as she mercifully started moving her hand.

Clarke smelled like sweat, and heat, and vetiver, and Lexa had it all for herself. She inhaled deeply, her brain creating a new pathway for that scent of love, need, and lust. Lexa prided herself on being an omega in full authority of her body and desires, but as Clarke groaned on her neck, Lexa surrendered to the primal need of control.

“Come for me, babe,” she said, softly albeit with a command, and poor Clarke followed like a trained puppy.

Lexa held her close as Clarke trembled, expending the last of her strength over Lexa’s olive skin. When Clarke’s knee threatened to buckle, Lexa guided the exhausted girl under the hot shower stream.

“I’m sorry.” Clarke mumbled as water covered her mouth. Lexa distracted herself with shampooing Clarke’s hair, and the fresh scent of mint and vetiver filled the fogging air.

“About what?”

Clarke turned to look Lexa in the eyes, all half-lidded and yawning. “I’m sorry for not being clear about being exclusive before. I was afraid.”

Lexa nuzzled the shampoo suds away from Clarke’s cheek. “Afraid?” she asked.

Clarke hugged her under the water, their wet bodies molding together. The water soothed Lexa’s skin, but Clarke remained her major source of warmth. “I was afraid you’d say no.”

“How could I not?” Lexa kissed her girlfriend — seemed safe to call her that way — until they were out of breath. “I hate sports, and you got me outside in a chilly morning just to watch you kicking some balls.”

“It’s one ball.”

“Whatever. Come here.”

Clarke obeyed, her hand sliding down beautiful curves to elicit a moan from Lexa. She responded in kind, hardening between them.

Octavia was pissed when she arrived home from their game and there was no hot water.

#ask the owl #clexa #abo #little smut #jock clarke #poor octavia #let's write more about wanheda dagger i suppose #drabble #i also love when feminine characters do something like this #like fuck in a shower #or when a cute girl puts her hair up and its an undercut #DEAD #i'm currently trying to convince my girlfriend to get an undercut #a lot of strategies are being implemented wish me luck

[puthyflapps]

Clarke found her lips and wanted to climb her body. Lexa kept Clarke from backing up into a tree too hard, then used both hands to slide her pants down. They would have to be quick, and Clarke turned and wrapped her arms around a small tree and presented for Lexa. It was the easiest way for Lexa to enter her without removing her pants. Lexa pulled her cock out of her pants and pressed against Clarke's sex. Lexa groaned as she pushed inside a few inches. Warm wetness greeted her. 

Her hands went to Clarke's bare hips and hilted deep inside, and she started to thrust. Lexa was all alpha seeking to dominate the omega. Wet and hot from her climax, her sex clung tightly to her shaft.

"Oh god, Lexa. Harder," Clarke whispered and needed more. She removed Lexa's hands from her hips and shoved them under the shirt, and Lexa pushed up the bindings that contained her breast. Clarke held her hands over Lexa's fingers as she did earlier, learning how to guide the horse, and Lexa surged inside her. The weight of her breast and tightness around her cock cause Lexa to fall over Clarke's body and grind into her backside.

Clarke was in ecstasy, surrounded by her dark hooded, cloaked warrior. Taking what is hers.

Lexa was so close to coming but could not knot Clarke. Despite the throbbing of her knot swelling and pushing against her opening. Her alpha instinct made her growl against Clarke's neck, and just as she went to bite her neck again. Clarke slipped her hand between her legs, wrapped it around her knot, and began to stroke her, causing her to groan into her throat and send chills down Clarke's back.

Lexa came, pushing forward as deep as Clarke's hand would allow, filling her with her come until her short strokes petered out. Lexa's body began to relax, and she released her breast. Clarke started to chuckle.

"Another thing I can scratch off my list."

Lexa huffed, then withdrew and helped Clarke pull up her pants. Turned her around holding her hands around her cheeks, and kissed her.

"Someday, you will have to show me this list of yours, Clarke," Lexa said as she started to dress. Clarke pushed her hand away and tucked her cock into her pants.

"Can't. It's all up in here." Clarke pointed to her head and gave her a soft smile.

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Happy Holidays, Mate!

Merry Christmas to me fellas 🎄🎅🏻🎁🗡️💦

#someone left me some smut under the tree 🥰 #I’m glad someone out here still appreciates the finer things in life: abo #one of my fav clexa abo tropes is O-Clarke was treated badly by ark folk but now she’s with A-Lexa and she lets her do whatever she wants 😍 #Clarke: “can I-” #Lexa: “yes!” #I also love when Raven comes as a package deal with her bestie boo and subsequently gets to do whatever she wants too 😍😍😍 #ask #we love a big 🗡️ #clexa abo

[butmakeitgayblog]

I recently did some comfort reading too ☺️

They take their shots Just enough angst and pining.

You’re all I’ve ever loved ABO with Omega Lexa “Sometimes, having control is worse than losing it” smut, angst, angst, fluff. And there’s an alternate ending available.

Within me an invincible summer “Clarke spends the winter resenting Lexa. But seasons change, and so do people.”

These are all in the canon universe; all oldies but goodies imo. They feature a Clarke and Lexa who fight the inevitability of their love until they don’t. And they each wrap up pretty nicely so you’re not necessarily aching for more. Except it’s Clexa so of course we want more :)

Oof that second one. I do love it but fyeck it emotionally destroyed me when I read it that first time. I was actually talking about that fic to a few people (separately oddly enough but it just came up) and I think that dealt emotional damage to everyone. In a good way, but still

#anon #clexa fic rec #also /bless/ you for embedding the links 🙏

[lexa-griffins]

To your anon:

Yo, I am right there with you. I’m going to share a little bit on my recent fandom experience.

I have never written g!p, and never thought I would even read it. If I’m being honest, it’s something that I was always under the impression was too taboo, fetishized, and typically non-con; which isn’t my cup of tea. To each their own though, for real. It’s fiction. Who am I to judge? (Not to say that it’s all like that, because it’s truly not! Just something I’d always thought was the truth.)

However, I have found myself being really interested in Wanheda’s Dagger ™️ 👀 and Clarke’s BDE with something to back it up.

As a WLW who doesn’t care what is between their lovers’ legs, I’ve found myself stumbling upon some ABO and g!p fics that are honestly really good, and most of the time very well written smut.

All that to say that, I may be submitting something for Wanheda’s Dagger Week 😳

Completely out of my comfort zone. But fuck it. What is fandom if not an experience that you’re enjoying? This is a space for us to be ourselves and share our interests and art.

Thanks for making this space, dude.

Thank you so much for sharing! ☺️☺️ this is so true for just about anything fandom related. Sometimes, you just gotta try and write it! Even if you think you won't do it justice! Because yes, someone else may be able to write it, but what you write is still so unique to you, and your writing is always worth being read!

To be completely frank, I used to feel the exact same way! It felt like it was fetishizing and like I was reading something taboo and that I was bad by reading! And the fact most clexa were g!p Lexa, which I was never a fan off, it was like it comfirmed my bias over those type of fics and how they were uncomfy and bad to write and read!

I will always say that realizing I was a lesbian and only getting to explore that part of me more online, i did get fed that idea that lesbians are attracted to vaginas /only/ and of there was something that made me get over that baby gay mentality of that idea was reading g!p and alpha Clarke fics, because Clarke was always a character I felt very attracted too and having Lexa as a lesbian be ok with Clarke made my stupid and incorrect idea of if a lesbian so much as thinks of a dick they stop being one be thrown to the garbage!

I am glad to hear you may be writing something for the event ☺️ fandoms are supposed to allow you the freedom to explore those characters in as many ways as you'd like and have a space where you won't be judged for it! It's about sharing that love for the characters in many forms and sharing your creativity with the people who enjoy them!!

Thank you 🩷 I'm really glad I get to have this little space where me and everyone get to share this little niche side of the fandom ☺️🩷

#letter opened #dysco-lymonade #:') it always makes me so happy to be able to be a space where ya'll feel free to share these stories :D #🥰🥰🥰

[lumyart]

loving this absolutely riveting conversation we’re having about abo. ur fics were the first abo fics i ever read and i absolutely love the concept now!! do u or do any of ur followers have any abo fics? can be rhaenicent or any other fandom. i would prefer if they had some plot rather than being straight smut. thanks in advance!!

can't believe i corrupted some of you into reading abo😭 feeling both proud and bad about this haha

i actually haven't read that many rhaenicent ones cause i like the older version of rhaenicent and that’s a bit rare, but you should obviously read lady flowers, it's the rhaenicent abo bible! also innocence lost by silverorchids is really good! A true heir by Revans_mask might be the first one i read in the fandom

for non-rhaenicent fics though, i feel like you should check out supercorp and rank abo fics by kudos. they have some of the best writers (for abo or sapphic content in general i have to say) although quite a lot of pwp. for more plot, check out clexa! you can read anything written by RaeDMagdon, like, they're some sort of sapphic abo God and I'm pretty sure their fics were my introduction to this mess. You're in for a wild ride if you've never read their fics (i think they have like 100 abo ones😭). Aspidities is great too!

if anyone has recs i'll take them too :o

#asks #abo

[aspidities]

Girls on Film II: Make Me Yours is here and it is beyond sinful...with a fluffy ending.

Just ‘cause I felt like it. I’m cute sometimes, fuck off. Shut your mouth. Don’t tell anyone.

Letting these two dorks just LOVE 💗 damn it, because the CW won’t.

#patreon posts #patreon #fic update #clexa fic #clexa abo smut #clexa abo au #clexa camgirl au #girls on film

[crazywolf828]

Rating: Explicit

Fandom: The 100 (TV)

Relationship: Clarke Griffin/Lexa

Characters: Clarke Griffin, Lexa (The 100)

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Lexa (The 100), Omega Clarke Griffin, Mating Bites, Knotting, Rough Sex, Sort Of, they love each other okay

Summary:

Clarke would do anything for her people, for the alliance, that's what she kept telling herself as she held her neck. The spot where her new claim would soon be.

It's not like this talk had been an easy choice, her and Lexa had spent days, had gone through countless alternatives, countless strategies to avoid this situation. Nothing seemed to work, but to Lexa's credit, she didn't exactly seem pleased about it either. Most Alpha's would jump at the chance to claim an unmated omega, but she seemed hesitant, almost fearful.

"There will still be people who refuse to follow." Lexa says, pacing around the tent, "On both my side and yours."

"You're the Commander, Heda, I know you can make them listen." Clarke's eyes follow her, there's no denying the alpha is beautiful. "I'll deal with my people, I can be very persuasive."

Lexa's lips tilt slightly as she turns, despite the harsh looking war paint, her eyes were soft. "You certainly can be." The gentle words had made her heart beat faster, but it was gone as soon as it came, face hardening again. "Then we should make preparations."

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#54 loud sex

#the 100 #clexa #lexa #clarke griffin #lexa x clarke #smut #abo #fan fiction #my fics #prompts #my man telling me i cant write for anything but rwby #it only took me like ten years #don't mind me

[wanhedas-dagger]

Tying the Knot

Clexa || arranged marriage royalty au || omegaverse

Chapter 2 - Wedding Night

Clarke and Lexa arrive at Trikru, Lexa showing Clarke around her new home briefly before taking her to bed. It is their first night as a married couple and they are expected to consummate their union. But this is Clarke's first time and Lexa is...on the larger side, so it's not as smooth sailing as they both would have liked.

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#clexa #t100 #clarke x lexa #clarke griffin #lexa #fanfic #fic #clexa fic #abo #omegaverse #smut #personal #t100 fic

[tobinputaringonit]

HEYYOOOOOO!!! I’m back bitches!

I apologize for the wait, but enjoy chapter 6! 

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[owl127]

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

That really inspired me, anon. Thanks!

Read on Ao3.

(Previous)

0000

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

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

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

Lexa shook her head. “But I want to.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

0000

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want me to go?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did I hurt you?” 

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

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

“I thought I had hurt you.”

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

“We don’t have to do it if—”

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

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

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

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

“Clarke? Are you still hard?”

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

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

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

0000

It started as an argument.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m not going to fuck you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Don’t stop.”

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

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

And God, she did it right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please do.”

#ask the owl #clexa #abo #omegaverse #alpha/alpha #clarke griffin #lexa the 100 #fanfiction #nothing like smut to get me to post #drabble #baby bottom lexa is trying #look at her bloom my loves #i will die on the hill that they are nintendo #switch

[thatonewitchwhovapes]

Oouuu i think a Clexa ABO could be interesting, but maybe not centered around smut ? By that I mean maybe with like a real story and not just a smut fest ?

Oh, Anon, I agree! I mean there will be SOME smut. But the plan is PLOT!! I want it to be set in canon. But with ABO, and what COULD have happened if a few things were tweaked. Sometimes I love smut... but sometimes Clexakru needs plot! This story (which has yet to even be named) will be my attempt at a slowburn. Can I do this? The world will one day find out!

But I will say, I have found, now that I’m all in love, engaged, and have kids, that I like the... INTIMATE smut. Like with love making and... buildup and... just where it’s sweet. I also like smut fests, but I don’t think I’m prepared to jump straight into it... yet lol.

Thanks for the ask, Anon!

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[butmakeitgayblog]

Do you have any other ABO clexa fic recs?

I don't read them often enough to really have many recs no, but recently I read Syngularitysyn's Ceasefire and really enjoyed that a lot. Sexy and sweet and I felt kinda subverts a lot of the typical ABO tropes in the way they depicted their relationship and smut. Definite rec 😌

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[lexa-griffins]

im going to hell for this bc theyre the softest but i was rereading taofil and i was just wondering if you have any smutty headcanons for our clexa while theyre trying out for the baby? 🤫

👀 perhaps. Now, despite being in an abo world, taofil clexa might be my most vanilla clexa. They aren't really kinky and hell, they don't even have particular rough sex. So any and all smut headcanons for them are rather soft ☺️

While soft tho, they do have a tendency of liking variety when it comes to places to have sex, particularly once they start trying for a baby and sex becomes more than just a way to show their affection for each other and starts being something they do daily and whenever they feel the need to. I am including a smuttier scene in the next chapter where they have sex in the stables which despite the semi-public place where they could be found, it is still rather sweet and soft while including Clarke fucking Lexa against a wall 😌

First time they do it outside of the bed it's when Lexa goes to visit Clarke at the clinic to eat lunch with her. Lexa has taken to wearing corsets that show off and pull up more and it doesn't take long for Clarke to lose interest in the food Lexa brought for them to eat. Again, nothing wild, just Lexa sitting on the edge of Clarke's desk as Clarke fucks her and even if the door is locked and people don't tend to disturb Clarke during her lunch time, Lexa enjoys the idea that they could be caught. It's still rather sweet, fun but always with the intent of making their baby.

They laugh more during sex, stop and sit naked in bed eating the berries and drinking the tea one of the maids assured Lexa helps with fertility before going back to it. Making the baby will also be a vital process for Clarke's feelings to develop towards Lexa more, not because of the idea that Lexa will carry her children but because she is the only omega she can imagine carrying her pups. 🥺

And because they are too fucking adorable: they never really had sex in a position that isn't face to face. Clarke is the type of alpha that doesn't like the idea that am onega needs to present herself to her and doesn't want to treat Lexa like that and Lexa is so damn in love with Clarke that even the thought of not being face to face with her while being intimate makes her a little emotional, especially while they try for a baby.

Honestly they are simply too soft and any smut with them comes full of development towards their feelings and their relationship and is so connected with their desire to start a family 🥹

#letter opened #first ask of 2023!!!! #au: taofil #i love them so much...... i cannot believe my softest clexa is my abo clexa ☺️ #:')))))) even that sex in the barn scene is adorable 🥺 #cause would have them trting to be quiet and try not to giggle when they hear someone come in #'rereading' <- this is still unreal to me that people go and reread things ive wrote that arent even finished :')))

[clexaao3feed]

The Royal Consort

by jkerr

Every birthday, Crown Princess Clarke is gifted a pure Omega. It was an Omega’s and their parents’ greatest wish to be chosen by the King to be one of his daughter’s royal consorts. However, not every Omega wants to be chosen. But what could Lexa do, now that staff from the Lady Chamberlain’s Office has come to take her to the Palace?

Words: 7019, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: The 100 (TV), clexa - Fandom

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M

Characters: Lexa (The 100), Clarke Griffin, The usual lovely regular characters, Antagonists & temporary characters from seasons 1 - 6

Relationships: Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Clarke Griffin & Lexa, Anya/Raven Reyes, Octavia Blake/Lincoln

Additional Tags: Royalty, Modern Royalty, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omegaverse, ABO, Alpha Clarke Griffin, Omega Lexa (The 100), G!P Clarke Griffin, Endgame Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Princess Clarke Griffin, Soulmates Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Modern Setting Clarke Griffin/Lexa, Smut, Fluff, Rutting, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Friends to Lovers, Mating, Jealous Lexa (The 100), Jealous Clarke Griffin, clueless clarke, Pining Lexa (The 100), Pining Clarke Griffin

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[aspidities]

Sneak Peak of Dulcissima Ch. 5 (Available on Patreon)

Clarke knew in a white-hot instant that she’d made the right choice, as soon as her teeth sunk into Lexa’s coppery skin. Sundown and starbursts exploded into glorious, visceral relief behind her eyes. The barbarian omega could taste iron and poppies, peat bog and fire, blackberries and blood. She could see the first kill that the alpha had made, and could taste her fear along with the surge of victory, standing over the body with her heart pumping and every vein alive. She could taste the first loss that Lexa had felt; a mate with dark eyes and a thunderously emotive heart, and Clarke mourned for the emptiness of that void. But her mind raced on, showing her still more images as the bond ignited. She could taste Lexa’s determination, her will, and her strength that was overwhelming, overarching. Strength like a pillar, like a thousand-year-old stone placed on a hill. This alpha had seen loss and had seen triumph, and she held strong through both. She would hold strong through anything. 

Clarke had sensed that in the first instant she’d known Lexa, but in the bond, her instincts were proven correct. It wasn’t just the taste of her, the surety and sweetness she could feel in that ethereal connection, but the way she let out the tiniest of moans as Clarke’s hold sunk in; the way that she could feel the mighty Commander soften to her touch, just barely. That was thrilling and intoxicating, like taming a wild beast. Clarke knew that she had taken a prize, just as much as she had been taken earlier, and her inner omega seethed with victorious joy. Her alpha groaned against her, jaws snapping in frustration; seeking her own bite. Clarke tilted to offer her shoulder, all while refusing to give up her hold, and sighed in blessed relief as Lexa eagerly bit down, reinforcing the mark she’d left. There was feeling of completeness, of surety, when the bond was sealed. An absurd sense of right. Though she barely knew the woman who had held her prisoner and taken her heat, Clarke knew she was choosing a mate who absolutely would treasure her and keep her safe, no matter the cost. No matter the consequence. Lexa didn’t seem content to merely seal their bond with teeth and timeless reflection, however. She grunted, and her fingers dug into Clarke’s hips as she lifted with impatience. The omega had to quickly fling her arms around her new mate and wrap her legs tight around Lexa’s lean waist as the alpha was standing, insistently drawing their joined bodies up. The Commander hefted her omega’s weight and reached the bed in a few uneven strides, still growling into her hold, and lurched until she found the mattress, dropping their weight down. She draped herself over Clarke, who arched eagerly up to greet her, and the heat of their lower bodies meeting made the need for more intimate access immediately obvious. There was a swift, blind fumbling as two sets of hands tried to assist the process, but neither wanted to relinquish the bite, and, finally Lexa had to bat Clarke’s hands impatiently away so she could undo her pants. The alpha’s cock sprang free, bobbing with desire and already hard as a hammer, and Clarke moaned to feel the tip drag against her open entrance. Lexa had rolled the thin fabric of her night clothes up, and the shift now bunched around her waist, giving the alpha full access. Lexa greedily took it, lining her cock through the sick, open folds that pulsed needily to welcome her return. The alpha gave a harsh groan, and pushed bluntly inside with a forceful, impatient thrust....

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[crazywolf828]

Mind dropping links to those supercorp packing fics, for you know research, maybe some clexa too if you found any 👀

I hadn't seen any clexa ones, but I gotchu for supercorp, X X X X X Those we're the ones I managed to find, all fantastic and very smutty.

#im on mobile so hopefully those links work properly #some are just smut #some are feels and smut #but we always got smut because its me #it is upsetting theres no packing clexa #if you want abo clexa i got you fucking covered #or even just lexa with a 🐓 because tgeres a million of those #yet no packing as of yet #anyway hope you enjoy your filth #for research purposes of course #don't mind me #ask #anon #answered