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Lexa has heard the rumors about masc! Clarke's prowess in the bedroom. She knows she shouldn't hook up with Clarke and become another notch on her bedpost. However the way Clarke is looking at her across the room leaves her panties drenched. Lexa should walk away but she's drawn to Clarke. What's the worse that could happen after a one night stand? Well Lexa gets her answer when she misses her period after a few weeks and sees the two lines on the pregnancy test. How will she tell Clarke?
A pleasure to have in class. Straight As valedictorian, college schoolar ship full ride, graduated with honors. Never smoked, waited until 21 to drink, not a single ticket under her name.
Lexa has done just about everything by the book her entire fucking life. A secret jealousy for those who seemed to wing at life and still make it while she walked around with 2 different planners in her purse and a sense of constantly missing out on life.
And Clarke.... Clarke is a friend to some degree. A friend of a friend of a friend. They've hang out many times, Lexa has listened to her wild stories of sex just about anywhere, pretending not to feel the wetness pull between her legs at the way Clarke and the people in the group talked about the woman in bed, the size of her member, just how good she can make anyone feel with her hands, her mouth, her words, her dick. How hard it is to resist her seemingly. The tossed messy blonde bob, the baggy jeans matched with a too tight t-shirt that seems so effortless while fitting her as if it was tailored made.
She is everything Lexa is not. Spontaneous and reckless, a heart of gold and a mind of a whore it seems. There is but a handful of people that have not fallen for Clarke's easy flirting and sarcastic humor. Lexa has been advised to avoid her, how she is good at what she does but she is also great at breaking hearts. And Lexa is far too good and too vanilla to need to experience that.
The forbidden fruit is always the sweetest isn't it?
Lexa made sure to stay away. Polite smiles and nods, superficial conversations that always disappeared the moment more people arrived. But her car broke down in a neighborhood she always drives slightly faster in and Clarke is the only person available to pick her up.
"Just a quick dinner with me Lexa. I promise I don't bite"
Oh, how the snake spews out lines that sound like honey. Dinner became wine and wine tasted so much better from Clarke’s lips than it did on the glass, the crimson more delicious on soft lips.
Clarke's bed is much softer than hers as ever been, a mattress meant for pleasing rather than a doctor recommend, posture correcting one. Her mouth is devious indeed, leaving marks of her sin all over Lexa, her chest quickly painted over in shades of purple, matching the hand prints that adorn her thighs and ass.
Sweet in her praises and ruthless in her fucking, Lexa understands now fully why this is the high of pleasure for so many and why Clarke's remains undefeated at the top of everyone's list. Each thrust sends Lexa closer to heaven, Clarke's mouth tracing her ear as she whispers the more angelic things is the most devilish tone.
Naked in bed alone, the sun pooling in from outside. The smell of coffee and sex in the air.
"You're car is ready for pick up." Her voice is soft and gentle, but there is a rush behind it, as if Lexa as overstayed her welcome.
She nods and stares at her with pleading eyes. Perhaps she can be different? Clarke hesitates with a kiss on her temple and a brush of Lexa’s hair.
"You knew what this was Lexa. You know how I roll. I like you. Don't make this harder."
Her apartment feels too empty when she enter it again. So does her heart. And so does her cunt.
"Im not going tonight, Anya."
"Again? This is the fifth time! I thought you enjoyed hanging out with us."
"I do." Lexa can barely speak too much. Between the idea of looking at Clarke again and the stomach bug she caught, she'd rather stay at home and perhaps open a Bible than going out with the usual group.
"I'm gonna kill her."
"Anya, don't." Its all she manages to say before she feels her dinner come up again.
The first time she had sex she was 22 and had been dating her then girlfriend for nearly a year. She loved her with all her heart. She has always been firm on finding someone she loves, date for 5 years, engages for 2, married for 3 and then children.
She did not think she'd be 33 and looking down at a positive pregnancy test from a one night stand from a girl who would rather learn to suck her own dick before she committed to anything.
"It's not mine." Deafeated and accusatory, as if Clarke thinks if she believes it enough, than it becomes truth.
"Who else's could it be Clarke?" Lexa's voice is tired. She waited three weeks to tell her. Too far along now to end it. Far along enough where the 9 week ultrasound stares back at her like a reminder of her mistake to sleep with a woman who can barely commit to a girlfriend, much less a baby.
Clarke stares at her. There is fear in her eyes, Lexa knows her reflect it too. What the fuck did they get themselves into?
"I dont think I can- a baby is just..." too much commitment. Lexa knows. Oh she is very aware, she has run the numbers, checked pre-schools waiting lists, searched for what schools her address could get this baby into. And what Clarke's address could too. But this wasn't what she had planned for herself either.
"I've made my choice Clarke. Now you have to make yours."
She watches Clarke pick up the ultrasound, as if it looks like much of anything at all. Lexa felt the same. A strange attachment for something she hoped wasn't there.
"What if I am terrible at it? What if I try and I disappoint you both?" Lexa has never seen Clarke look so small. Behind the veil of confidence there seems to be someone deeply afraid of being a disappointment.
Maybe they are more alike than Lexa thought.
The first appointment with them both present feels strange. Barely friends, far from lovers, and both waiting to see their child. Clarke agreed to do this with her, but Lexa can still see the cracks of doubt behind her courage.
She has slept with five more people since they found out. Raven whispers to her its how she's trying to cope, find some sense of her new normal. Lexa shouldn't feel jealous of possessive but carrying Clarke's child seems to have made her crave the woman triple. She understands it now, the way a smile and a fuck can ruin anyone else for her.
"There they are."
Clarke cries. Lexa smiles. The way their hands find one another feels almost desperate, eyes locking as soon as they turn to face one another.
They sleep together again that week.
For the first time since they met, Raven doesn't hear about a new girl for months, instead, she hears the repeat about the same girl over and over again.
Lexa isn't sure how it happens. When Clarke mellows down and seems to no longer fear touching her. Maybe about the same time Lexa stops fearing touching her back. Calling each other girlfriends feels strange given their predicament. Lexa fears putting such a label will cause Clarke to flee. But when it escapes Lexa one day at the supermarket, Clarke simple caresses her bump and smiles.
She still fucks as well as she did. If anything, her dick feels even better now, her hands more gentle on her, her mouth never less desperate to mark.
She still wakes up to coffee and a temple kiss. No longer made to leave with the shame of being one more conquest, Lexa gets to enjoy back rubs and pets. They don't say I love, they dont use pet names. But deep down Lexa knows this feels more real than any of her 5 years of dating before marriage fantasies.
He is born early. So little. Clarke holds him as Lexa is allowed a rest.
Her apartment has been sold. Clarke broke her lease. The house right outside the city center is not what either of them dreamed but it has a brand new nursery and a porch swing. A mess of Clarke's records and art supplies that Lexa didnt even know she had and Lexa’s ethnic sculptures and thrifted paintings. Today they will bring their son home, and Clarke will cry on Lexa’s shoulder about how much she loves him and how thankful she is that she decided to do this. Lexa will whisper about how terrified she was the entire time, how the idea of one day waking up and Clarke being gone haunted her.
Aden is five when Clarke proposes. Seven by the time they marry. At ten he becomes a big brother.
Clarke still boasts about her prowess in bed, although now she always has Lexa to keep her humble when she says something that isnt quite true, although she cannot deny her wife can still get her wet with a simple look, and bring her to orgasm with a soft i love you.
As Lexa exercises and shows off her flexibility, Clarke offers her a more exciting and pleasurable workout. She promises Lexa that she'll feel an even deeper stretch.
Here's my contribution for Day 3 (Free Day) of Wanheda's Dagger Week 2025. I finally posted this on AO3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Hey @heda-in-the-clouds so... i did a little something for you 🤭
You said you wanted Wanheda's Dagger 🗡 so here's it. Poor Judgment wanheda's dagger, already inside Lexa's pussy because, y'know favorite places and all that.
Literally just wrote this, not edited, gay out of the notes. Technically timeless, but probably a little bit after what you, and only you, know will happen in part two.
"Fuck-"
Clarke is breathing heavily against her neck, the slap of their skin is loud in the compact space of Lexa's bathroom. Lexa's breath are havored as well, she's holding onto the counter tightly, pushing her pelvis back with each thrust forward of Clarke's hip.
"Lexa" Clarke moans into her ear, a hand firmly on her hip, guiding her and keeping her close, and another one wandering all over Lexa's front.
The mirror is foggy from the shower they just took together -and fucked on, as well- there's a wandering thought in Lexa's mind about getting all sweaty again and needing another shower, but no thought manages to stay for too long anyways.
The view of herself in the mirror, with Clarke's face pressed to the side of her head, her body shaking with the way Clarke pounds into her, is too hot for her to handle it all together. Her eyes close as she moans and lifts a hand to grab the back of Clarke's neck.
On instinct she lifts a leg and -oh. Now she can see Clarke's dick enter her cunt through the mirror.
"Ohhh fuuuck!"
"Fuck that's hot" Clarke moans too, wandering hand moving to grab at the back of Lexa's knee and keep her leg up.
"Oh my- fuck!" The angle is so much better, as if eight inches didn't reach far, it felt like Clarke could go deeper now, her thrust where more upward, making Lexa hold on for balance as she was pushed to lift up.
"Lex-" Clarke's thrust grew uncoordinated, Lexa could tell by now that she would try and change the pace to make her finish first, but Lexa wouldn't have it.
"Fuck me through your orgasm" she heaved out. Clarke moaned instantly at the thought
It took a second, presumably for Clarke to decide if she'd follow through, before she put Lexa's leg down gently and grab at her other hip. Clarke leaned on her making Lexa lean forward, almost resting her elbows on the counter as Clarke picked up the pace.
If it was even posible the sound of the slap of their skin grew louder, Clarke breath too, and her moans and prizes and course were as fluid as the fast cant of her hips.
"Fuck Lex-" the hold she hand on Lexa's hips might bruise, but Lexa couldn't care less, Clarke was moaning in her ear and her member was so deep inside her pussy she could basically feel it in her stomach.
"Oh fuck-fuck-fuck Lex-aa!"
"Clarke, oh go-od" Lexa moan as Clarke pushed unbelievable deeper with her last few thrust as she came, pushing harder with her hips and pulling tightly with her hands.
The way she jerk inside her was almost enough for Lexa to come, she could feel her own wall stutter but she knew she wasn't there yet.
That was, until Clarke took action, still jerking the remanets of her orgasm she looped an arm around Lexa's wait to keep thrusting into her as her left hand moved down to relentlessly rub her clit - still sensitive for all the sucking in the shower.
"Oh- FUCK!" Like a brick Lexa's orgasm hit with no more warning and Clarke moaned as her thrusts were slowed by the tightness of Lexa's walls.
Every breath out from Clarke was a moan into her ear that prolonged Lexa's never ending full body shake.
Finally the waves subsided and Lexa felt her entire body relax, she leaned forward fully dropping her head between her arms now fully resting on the counter. Clarke leaned heavier on her, leaning her own head on Lexa's shoulder, her hands unmoving as if not yet ready to let go.
"Fuck" Clarke sigh at last after a few shared breaths in silence.
"Indeed" Lexa lazily nodded into her own arms making Carke huff a laugh.
When Clarke sighs quietly, kisses her back and soflty grabs her by the waist, Lexa knows to sigh out and relax for Clarke to pull out. She still whimpers at the loss, can't help but lean back, chasing.
Clarke kisses the back of her shoulder again, quietly throwing away the condom before leaning lazily on Lexa again.
"Careful" Lexa warns as Clarke acomodates casually resting her soft staff against Lexa's very much still up-in-the-air ass. Clarke seems to only smile at it, kissing Lexa's sweaty back one more time.
After a minute Lexa sighs and lifts up, turning around immediately meeting Clarke's lips. The kiss is languid, lazy and tired. They break for air quickly and Lexa is smood went grabbing a towel and cleaning Clarke up.
She kissed Lexa harder then, and she smiles into it, lazing her arms around Clarke's shoulders.
"You-" Lexa chucked, trying to pull back when a particular swipe of her tongue makes Clarke grab at her wait to pull her closer "you need to get out-" she managed before Clarke kissed her again. With a frown this time.
"-so I can take a real shower" she says but still doesn't let go, or spots kissing Clarke.
She's addicted.
Clarke pouts into her mouth "How am I supposed to stay out there knowing you're cleaning your come off your pussy?" She says balantaly.
So what if Lexa moans.
She moans again when Clarke is swift in entering her with two fingers, no resistance whatsoever.
"Let me do a pre-clean?" She asks, kissing down her neck.
Lexa huffs, she's so casually smooth it's ridiculous. Even more so that she likes it so much.
"No" she says, even as tilts her head and Clarke's hand start moving inside her already drenching cunt "get out" she sighs as she cants her hips into the feeling.
Clarke stops at once, and Lexa prizes herself at not reacting. Clarke pulls back and pouts at her.
"Fine" she pouts harder and leans in for a kiss. Lexa smirks and gives her a few before pulling back and moaning when Clarke pulls out.
The kiss one more time, and before Clarke is out the door, she looks at Lexa dead in the eye and licks her fingers clean.
Clarke Griffin, heiress to the pioneering Ark Clan, stands at the brink of a world filled with promise. A chance encounter with a majestic wolf on a celebratory night alters the course of her life forever.
In a clan where strength defines power, Lexa allows a moment of vulnerability, surrendering to a night of passion with a charming young leader. However, their actions spark consequences that thrust them into the midst of a brewing political war, teetering on the edge of becoming a bloody conflict.
OR
The accidental pregnancy, warring clans, modern day AU. But make it werewolves. ABO.
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i. Late Bloomer
Clarke. The name echoed in Lexa's head like a pebble disturbing calm waters.
She knew Clarke had been a late bloomer, presenting as an alpha a mere few weeks after Lexa had left for her early summer orientation. She had texted Clarke over the months, seen pictures of her dorm, friends, and... not a lot of pictures of herself.
Because, whoa. Alphahood had done things.
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ii. Azgeda!Clarke
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iii. Azgeda!Clarke
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iv. The Three C's I
Lexa nodded. She just wanted to disappear and get this over with. At Anya’s expression, she suspected her sister shared the thought.
"And you both remember the three Cs?"
"Consent, caress, and condom," they repeated together, somewhat lamely, but it pulled a smile from Gustus nonetheless.
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v. The Three C's II
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vi. The Three C's III
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vii. Her Eyes
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viii. Action
"Can you talk a little bit about how you felt when you were diagnosed?"
Clarke works her jaw back and forth, looking down at her polished shoes then up at the camera again.
"Well. Basically, it sucked."
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ix. Christmas
Her kiss tasted like hot cocoa.
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x. Unplanned Pregnancy
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xi. Alpha x Alpha I
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xii. Alpha x Alpha II
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.”
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xiii. Yours
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xiv. Growing Pains
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xv. Alpha x Alpha 2.0
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xvi. Jock
“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.
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xvii. MILF!Lexa
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xviii. Roommates
"You should have warned me, O."
"She’s my personal trainer and ex-military. Weren’t those warnings enough?"
"Octavia!"
"Can’t you keep your legs closed for a hot alpha, Griff?"
Hello everyone! This year's Wanheda's Dagger Week will come a bit later but it will come non the less!
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A collection of prompts/one-shots written on my tumblr, mostly during the designated Horny Hour.
I have finally decided to start compiling my more developed smut prompts/one-shots and getting them on AO3! I will post them as I edit them, both older and newer ones.
