i dreamed a dream | alicia clark

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i dreamed a dream | alicia clark

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trash!verse au | the early days
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okay, what about some ontari/clarke dub-con/non-con?
lexaâs gone, her people have all but signed their own death warrant, and clarke is prisoner in the tower. ontari taking the flame and feeling lexa in her head, enjoying taunting her as she whips clarke, turns her into her slave. using her and laughing while lexa screams in her mind.
and clarke, while sheâs sickened, despairing, grieving...thereâs a tiny part of her that wants it. yearns for it. because while itâs ontariâs body sometimes thereâs a flash in her eyes, a look, a touch, thatâs all lexa. if this is the only way she gets to keep lexa then sheâll do it. sheâll put up with the pain and the humiliation for those small moments.
take the pleasure (with the pain)
by feeltripping Summary: Lexa orgasm denial, plus a few other moments of sin. Excerpt: Clarke twists Lexaâs hair against her fingers, holds Lexaâs head still while she grinds in slow circles... Read it on AO3
whaaaat why wouldn't I follow you :D <3 (this is feeltripping)
omg so many reasons...for starters my blog content is an unreliable mix of dozens of fandoms (including homestuck rip) and i produce... no original fanworks at all lol.thanks for the nice message tho :D

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clexa + d/s
inspired by @reshopgoufaâs highlife!verse and @feeltrippingâs amazing fics
trash!verse au | broken
clarke fights and is beaten, and starved, and left out to suffer in the elements. clarke submits, and is clothed and fed and sheltered and kept warm and comfortable. lexa goes from being a malevolent tyrant to a benevolent leader. clarke fights, and is tied to the back of lexaâs horse and made to walk until her feet bleed. clarke submits, and is given a horse of her own and a traveling cloak to keep her dry in the rain.
x x x
when they get to polis, lexa brands her. and itâs just. itâs a tender moment, at least. clarke lays herself out over lexaâs lap and tries her very best to relax and not focus on the iron being heated over the coals. lexa makes it easy, too. because sheâs rubbing her back and sifting her fingers so very gently through her hair.
âweâll go on âthreeââ sheâd say, voice soothing and low as clarke buries her face into the couch cushion and ignores the shifting spark flare of the fire as lexa lifts the iron.
before it comes down though, the hand on her back presses between her shoulders, pushing her down, and lexaâs voice goes firm and hard, âdonât flinch, itâll mess up the lines.â
âyes, heda.â
she screams, but she stays still. she follows orders. she behaves.
lexa calls her sweet cloying pet names while she cries. it burns, but there is a cool soothing salve applied afterwards and maybe they just stay there for a bit. lexa sitting on the couch and clarke laying across her lap, trembling with the pain of it all but still pressing into lexaâs touch when it comes.
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trash!verse au | captured
âso,â the commander says, leaning forward, her head cocked to the side, âyouâre the one who burnt three hundred of my warriors alive.â
she doesnât want to die today. she really really doesnât. so she doesnât flinch away when fingertips touch against her chin, when the faintest scratch of nails brushes against her throat.
there is something in her eyes that makes her nauseous. uneasy.
sheâs never felt more like prey than in this moment.
âhow underwhelming.â
the commander soundsâŚdisappointed. bored, almost. she tuts softy, pats against clarkeâs cheek once, twice, before leaning back.
âiâd like us to be friends, clarke, and i imagine that youâd like very much not to be fed to my dogs, yes?â
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