#clexa prompt

[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.

[owl127]

I had this vision of Clarke and Lexa (omega verse) inviting Abby and her boyfriend to a 1 week trip in the forest of at the beach, and they’re in this cute cute cabin together, it’s really nice, and their bedroom is close to one another, however Clarke and Lexa discreetly asked if the walls were thick which the owner said yes, so one night Clarke and Lexa get in ON like for easily 1 hour right, several times, and the next morning Abby and her boyfriend look at them like 👁️👄👁️, they could hear even what was softly said, so the FILTHY things they said did not fall in deaf ears.

Lexa could be quite uptight with Abby as she’s intimidated by her, like Clarke is her only child and all, so Lexas always very proper with minimal pda you Know…

If you still take promps, could you maybe do this one ?

The insistent call of early birds is what brings Lexa back from a dreamless sleep. She blinks awake in the unfamiliar room, the low wooden ceiling welcoming her morning. She stretches like a lazy cat, and the source of warmth on her back hums at her ear.

"Good morning," Clarke whispers hoarsely, their naked legs intertwining under the fur blanket. Lexa turns and kisses Clarke good morning, teasing sleep away with another kiss on her neck. "For the love of god, I can’t go again," Clarke protests as Lexa continues to kiss her collarbone. "I’m ridiculously sore, babe."

"You okay?" Lexa asks behind the curtain of wild curls, and Clarke nods.

"Yeah, but give me a break, okay? Last night was..." She bites her lips, and Lexa follows the movement with a bite of her own.

"Good?" Lexa grunts on a marked neck.

"Very good." They meet for another kiss.

The sound of pans and cutlery cuts through their quiet room. "I think my mom and Kane are already up." Clarke bumps their noses and leans down for a long, sleepy yawn. "I could go for eggs."

"Or bacon," Lexa agrees, and they make their slow way to the bathroom.

Eggs are sizzling in the kitchen by the time the couple trots down the stairs in search of breakfast.

"Smells good!" Clarke sits by the kitchen island as Lexa sets the table. Marcus, one hand working on pancake batter and the other on the eggs, turns to offer them a smile.

"Good morning, ladies!" His teeth shine between a trimmed beard.

"Where’s mom?" Clarke asks with a grape in her mouth, eyeing the pancake toppings on the island.

Marcus turns back to the stove. "She went for a run."

"This early? That’s not like her."

"She didn’t sleep very well," Marcus says, mostly to the stove, and checks through the cabin window. "Okay, let me just get it out of the way before she’s back." He makes a 180 with his pink apron in place and joins his hands over his chest. "Let’s just say," Marcus starts, his beard not being enough to cover his blush, "the walls in this cabin are thin."

The sound of porcelain shattering on wood breaks the silence that followed Marcus’ statement. Clarke looks back to see Lexa, so red she’s purple, shocked still as the plate she was holding is now in pieces on the floor.

"We know you’re adults," Marcus continues, "but you’re her only child, Clarke, and her little omega girl."

Lexa sits heavily on the table, her once-red face now turning pale.

Clarke moves into damage control mode.

"Babe." She sits in the chair next to Lexa, who keeps staring at nothing, unresponsive. "Babe, it’s okay. We’re married. My mom knows—"

"Your mother heard us," Lexa whispers almost to herself.

"We don’t know how much she heard."

"Very much," Marcus adds unhelpfully. "By the way, kudos."

"Marcus, please," Clarke shoots back at her mother’s boyfriend, eyeing her PTSD-wife, and Marcus shrugs.

"Lexa," Clarke says, touching her wife’s hand, and it’s cold. "That won’t change how my mom sees you. Okay, she heard a couple things—"

"Lots of things."

"Kane, you’re not helping!" Clarke shouts, and it is at that moment that the cabin’s door opens to reveal Abby Griffin, dressed in winter sports gear, sweat evaporating from her temples. Her eyes are red-rimmed, and she mumbles good morning without meeting Clarke’s eyes.

"I’ll help with food," Abby adds, and she kisses Marcus’ cheek as she heaps eggs onto plates.

By the time the four of them sit at the table, the silence is unbearable. Lexa can barely move, her eyes cast down; Clarke tries to find her mother’s eyes, but the older alpha avoids them every time. Kane seems to be the only one immune to the tension, happily flooding his plate with syrup.

"All right," Kane declares, feeling pitiful at Lexa’s almost catatonic state. "Let’s address this as adults; otherwise, we won’t survive the rest of the weekend."

"Marcus, no," Abby says, still avoiding her daughter and daughter-in-law. Lexa whimpers.

"Abby"—Marcus takes a bite of his pancake—"Clarke is 28. She’s married. We all know they have sex."

Lexa chokes on nothing while Abby growls softly at the back of her throat. Clarke blushes furiously but nods.

"Maybe before last night, we didn’t know for how long or the details—"

"Marcus!" Abby hits her glass on the table, and OJ flies everywhere.

"What I mean," Marcus continues, licking a drop of orange juice from his beard, "is that we are all adults and we can recover from this. Right, Clarke?"

"We didn’t know we were being loud," Clarke justifies, reaching for coffee. "We never meant to make you uncomfortable, mom."

"We still have a couple nights here, so just... please keep it down. You’re my pup." Abby finally meets her daughter’s eyes. Marcus nudges his girlfriend, and Abby apologizes, "I’m sorry for overreacting."

"It’s alright. I’m more worried about Lexa." Clarke points at her wife with her chin. "I think she’s still in shock."

Abby eyes Lexa up and down, and Lexa melts down in her chair a little bit.

"Mom, stop."

"I didn’t do anything."

"She can’t even touch me right now."

"Good."

"Abby, let the kids be kids."

"If your father were here...

"He would have laughed about it."

"I don’t know, Abby. Clarke didn’t sound like she needed a new daddy last night."

Lexa continued to melt down her chair, and Abby choked on juice.

"Too soon?" Kane places another forkful of pancakes in his mouth. "At least you know grandpups will be coming soon," he adds through a mouthful.

"Oh, god," Lexa whispers before passing out.

[anonfanfic]

30 - "i am sorry that you found out this way."

For Clexa 🙏

Hope this is okay...I took some liberties with the context of the prompt.

Clarke and Lexa had been through so much together, yet they still managed to find comfort in each other's arms. Their love was both pure and powerful, and nothing could ever come between them. Clarke knew that she could always count on Lexa, no matter what.

One day, Clarke decided to surprise Lexa with a romantic picnic in the woods. Raven and Octavia jumped at the chance to help. They spent all morning preparing Lexa's favorite foods, packing a cozy blanket, and picking out the perfect spot for them to relax and enjoy each other's company. 

As they sat under the shade of a tall oak tree, Clarke couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the love she had for Lexa.

Lexa noticed the look in Clarke's eyes and leaned in to kiss her softly. "What are you thinking about?" she asked, running her fingers through Clarke's hair.

"Just how lucky I am to have you," Clarke replied, resting her head on Lexa's shoulder.

Lexa smiled, "I am the lucky one." Lexa leaned over and kissed the top of Clarke’s head.

As they finished their meal, Clarke reached into her backpack and pulled out a small handmade wooden box. She handed it to Lexa, who opened it to reveal a beautiful necklace.

"It's the Infinity necklace," Clarke explained. "It represents our love and how it will last forever."

Clarke had worked for weeks on perfecting the necklace with the help of some of the friends she had made in Polis since calling it her second home. It wasn’t perfect, but Clarke felt her chest radiate warmth as she looked at the smile on Lexa’s face.

Lexa was touched by the gesture and placed the necklace around her neck. "I will wear this always," she said, kissing Clarke's cheek.

As they packed up their things and headed back to camp, they were both filled with a sense of happiness and contentment. But when they arrived, they found the camp in chaos. People were running around, shouting and crying.

Clarke and Lexa made their way to the center of the commotion, where they discovered that one of the neighboring tribes had attacked their camp, killing many of their people. Clarke was devastated, and she felt a pang of guilt for leaving the camp when it needed her the most.

Lexa put her hand on Clarke's shoulder, "We will get through this together," she said, her voice calm and steady.

They helped to clean up the camp and tend to the wounded.

As the sun began to set, Clarke and Lexa found themselves alone, standing by the edge of the training grounds high above the city. They watched as the sky turned a deep shade of orange, and the stars began to twinkle in the distance.

"I am so sorry you found out this way," Clarke said, turning to face Lexa.

Lexa looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I wanted today to be perfect. I wanted to show you how much I love you, and instead, we came back to all of this."

Lexa put her arm around Clarke's waist, "Clarke, what happened today was not your fault.” Lexa turned so she was facing Clarke and locked eyes with her. “Life is about more than just surviving.” Lexa wrapped her other arm around Clarke and pulled her in.

Clarke leaned into Lexa's embrace, feeling her warmth and strength. She knew that no matter what happened, they would always have each other.

As the night fell around them, Clarke and Lexa stood there, holding each other and looking out into the vast wilderness. Tomorrow the sun would rise and they would start to rebuild with their people. Most importantly, they would do it side-by-side forever.

[tiny-pun]

Regrets

B: Just tell me: Do you have regrets? About that night ? A: Yes. A: I have many regrets. For not holding you closer. For not cupping your face more gently, like you wanted me to. For asking but not responding. For not making sure, you knew how good you were to me. For making it about me, when i should have made it about us. But most of all I regret not telling you how glad I am that it was you. That it is you.

[butmakeitgayblog]

for the reverse trope writing: divorce of convenience (something new or an au of your choice, both sound fun!)

Her eyes watch as the ink bleeds slowly into the paper. They watch neat, slanted script combine in the fragmented loops and dashes that make up that achingly familiar signature. X marks the spot. On the dotted line. Not a single scribble out of place; right where the lawyer had highlighted it in garish neon yellow.

Forever and ever.

They were eleven, and it's promising to always be best friends. The kind that stick together through thick and thin. Like white on rice, as their teacher  often said. 

Forever and ever.

They were fifteen, and it's smiling with the awkwardness of young love. The kind that sets fire to racing hearts from a first kiss stolen behind their school's abandoned gymnasium. 

Forever and ever.

They were seventeen, and it's shaking hands that still can't believe they get to touch their best friends that way. The kind of way that makes them both let out hungry sounds and pretty moans in the backseat of her dad's station wagon.

Forever and ever.

They were nineteen, and it's stiff-jawed goodbyes through desperate kisses. The kind rotten with promises that this isn't the end. That it's just a ‘see you later’, but never goodbye. Not for them.

Forever and ever.

They were twenty-eight, and it's handwritten vows and white satin gowns with matching bridal bouquets. The kind that they picked out together to remind them that all this was worth it, that it's finally the day they'd been planning for since their junior year in college. The culmination of sleepless nights and teary phone calls from three states away.

Forever and ever.

They were thirty, and it's whispering in the nursery  of their freshly furnished house, standing wrapped in each other's arms at the edge of an adorably small bassinet. The kind decked out in purple frills with sunshine yellow along the trim, because they'd agreed from the first plus sign to not know the sex. It's fingers running through brown curls carefully enough not to wake their baby up, while watching lashes twitch in dreaming that hide those baby blue eyes. The exact shape and shade that'd had them both wrapped around a tiny pinky from the start. 

Forever and ever.

They are fifty-four, and it's an empty nest that's too quiet in the house that sometimes feels too big. The kind they'd joked about missing for years, but now that it's here, they don't entirely know what to do with it. 

It's medical bills, and denied claims for benefits, and meetings with stuffy lawyers who explain the finer points of income brackets. It's physical therapy visits and losing her job at the hospital and endless prescriptions that never seem to be covered by their insurance. It's everything, and all the time, because life refuses to slow down for even one damn second, despite a hip that simply will not work anymore. 

They are fifty-four, and Clarke never thought she'd be here. That they'd make this kind of choice. Never thought she'd feel quite this stuck. Quite this useless. Never thought she'd be in this situation at all.

But it's clean and it's neat, just the way they like it. A mutual agreement for them both. A fresh start after the accident, one that'll let them move on with their lives, instead of trying to hang on to this thing that only leaves them drowning. 

At least that's what they'd agreed. 

She watches her wife— her ex-wife, dot the i's of her name with an overly dramatic flourish. Watches her click the pen with her thumb and toss it aside with a sigh from deep in her bones.

She smiles and feels her chest squeeze with that familiar pang of deep friendship and love.

“Cheers,” Clarke says, holding up her flute of champagne. 

She'd had to hobble through four different specialty liquor stores just to find it, but it'd felt fitting to toast the signing of their divorce papers with the same bubbly they'd shared on their wedding day.

Lexa picks up her glass and clinks it soundly against hers, only managing the barest sip around a smile of her own. “Cheers, single lady.”

“Mm. This is good.”

“Even better than I remember from the first time,” Lexa agrees as her gaze makes a lazy rake over Clarke's body.

It's not lost on Clarke how ridiculous it is to be blushing over the signed stack of her divorce papers, but something about the way Lexa looks at her has always set her on fire. 

“So,” she tries, casually, setting aside her cane and leaning heavier against the kitchen table, “what are you going to do next?”

Lexa takes another sip of her champagne, watching her closely over the rim. She swallows with a flex of that elegant throat and shuffles closer, sets her glass down on Clarke's other side, effectively boxing her in. 

“Go to Disneyland.”

The sound of Clarke's snort rings through the kitchen. “Smartass.”

“What about you?” Lexa asks with a bite to her lips, hands still bracketing the sides of Clarke's waist and eyes twinkling with mischief. “Any big plans for the future, newly divorced Ms. Griffin?”

Clarke scoffs. “Nice try. But it's still ‘Ms. Griffin-Woods’ to you.”

“Oh? Is that right?”

“Uhuh,” Clarke nods and loops her arms around Lexa's shoulders. “Sorry not sorry, but I'm never giving that one back.”

Lexa hums and presses closer. Paints her body to Clarke's curves and breathes her in the same way she has for forty years. 

“Greedy, but I think I can live with that.”

“Such a hardship. I seem to remember you loving that about me.”

“Among so many things.”

Clarke moans when Lexa's lips find the hollow dip of her neck, relaxing into the wet warmth of a plump, suckling kiss. Champagne has always made Lexa brazenly affectionate. She tips head back to grant more room and sucks in a gasp at the nibble of teeth. Tangles her fingers in greying, brunette hair that only serves to make her bombshell of a wife look that much more distinguished. 

Well. Her ex-wife, that is…

Hands trail down Clarke's hips and wrap tight around her thighs and before she can yelp a single word she's lifted onto the table. 

Lexa lets out a half-laughed grunt when she gets Clarke settled in place, looking equally as amused as she does grateful that the little maneuver actually still worked after so many years.

“You good, baby?” Clarke chuckles along with her, mindlessly going to rub the shoulder that had started being a pain around birthday forty-seven. “Didn't pop anything, did you?”

“No, I'm good, I'm good,” Lexa says, smiling and shaking off her ill-coordinated prowess like the champ that she is. “That just used to be easier.”

“Is that a crack about my weight?”

“More like a crack about me being old.”

“Oh. Well then yeah.”

“Rude,” Lexa gasps, taking the hips in her hands and pulling them closer. Pressing Clarke firmly against her stomach. “There's still giddy up in this old girl, I'll have you know.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.”

“My, my, Ms. Woods—”

“Griffin-Woods,” Lexa's quick to correct. Suddenly serious in how intensely she stares Clarke in the eyes. “You're not getting that back either.”

They share a look because things like this have never required words. Not for them. But with everything and all of it, with the ink still drying on the paper beside them, Clarke gives in to her last bit of worry. 

“You're still my girl,” she whispers. Swallows. Feels a stinging prickle along her eyes at the sudden need to feel this connection with her favorite person in the world. “Even with me, and having to do all this… You know we're still us, right? You're still my girl?”

Clarke melts into the kiss she knows is coming because she knows this woman better than anybody, and it feels more like a promise that nothing could ever break them than any piece of paper ever could. She wraps her good leg around Lexa's hip and deepens it, kisses back with every ounce of love her heart has to offer. Cherishes each massage of tongue and slide of lips that have met thousands of times before. 

Lexa kisses her once, twice more, and pulls back with a soothing smile.

“Always, love… Forever and ever.”

[cascowriteswords]

how do you expect me to sleep next to you at night knowing what you did? for the dialogue prompts please!

this maaaaaaaaay have taken me a little longer than expected to get to.

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Lexa had just been falling asleep, finally. She was having one of those nights where she was dog tired but also wired, sleep an elusive and abstract concept she could feel like a fuzzy presence a the edge of her consciousness. She’d finally nuzzled into her pillow at just the right angle and pulled the sheets up to her chin with her leg sticking out and hooked over the top of the duvet to stay a comfortable temperature and she could nearly taste the sweet sweet relief of sleep.  

So when Clarke hmphed and turned over dramatically beside her, shaking the entire bed and yanking far more than 50% of the covers over to her side, Lexa’s eyes snapped open. And twitched. 

She took a deep breath - she was tired and didn’t want to snap at her girlfriend but at the same time, what the fuck? “Clarke?” Silence. Another deep breath and Lexa rolled over, blinking in surprise when she found Clarke only a few inches from her face. It was dark but Lexa could make out a grumpy pout, furrowed brows and lips set in a frown. “Babe, what are you doing?”

There was a brief silence that made Lexa think she might have to put in some more effort to draw whatever it was out of Clarke - although she already had an inkling what this was about. 

“How do you expect me to sleep next to you at night, knowing what you did?”

Yep, Clarke was still on about that. Apparently sleep depravation was Lexa’s penance.

“Clarke, it was a long time ago. Before I even met you! Or knew you existed.” She reached out and ran the back of her knuckles lovingly across Clarke��s cheek, trying to keep the amusement out of her voice. 

Clarke turned her head away indignantly, turning onto her back to cross her arms over her chest and stare at the ceiling. “Did you touch Costia - Professor Costia - like that?”

Clarke and Lexa had signed up for pottery classes together at the local community college, and tonight had been their first session. Turns out their instructor was someone Lexa had had a brief fling with years and years ago, Costia. Not wanting to seem shady or potentially put Clarke in an awkward situation, Lexa had told her about it casually after class. She and Clarke were both adults and while neither of them loved hearing about the other’s past sexual or romantic encounters, they acknowledged and respected that they’d both had lives before meeting each other.

That didn’t stop Clarke from sometimes feigning betrayal in a dramatic way when she felt jealous. Tonight it was just unfortunately was occurring when Lexa desperately wanted to sleep. “It’s just Costia, Clarke, she isn’t a professor,” Lexa laughed. “But of course not,” Lexa answered. “It wasn’t like that at all. It was more -” 

“La la la la la!” Clarke exclaimed, sticking her fingers in her ears. “I changed my mind. I don’t want to know anything else.”

Lexa bit back an endeared, amused grin. “Okay. You’re the only one for me, Clarke. My whole heart. Can we please go to sleep now?”

A few seconds passed without response. Then Clarke turned over abruptly again, towards Lexa, and slotted their legs together as she slung an arm over her waist. Lexa heard her breathing even out and deepen within seconds and rolled her eyes affectionately. 

She fell asleep shortly after, finding it much easier to do so with Clarke tucked up in her arms. 

[reallygroovyninja]

#135 for the smut prompt 😊

135 - “I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.”

Lexa was sitting at her desk, her fingers idly tracing the edge of a legal pad while she stared out the window of her office. Her phone buzzed on the desk, and she glanced at the screen. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips when she saw Clarke’s name. 

She picked up the call, her voice softening as she answered, “Hey, Clarke.” 

“Hey yourself,” Clarke’s voice came through, a playful lilt to it. Lexa could almost picture the smirk on her face. “Busy day at the office, Counselor?” 

Lexa chuckled, leaning back in her chair. “Always. But I can spare a few minutes for you.” 

“Mmm, just a few minutes?” Clarke teased. “That doesn’t sound like nearly enough time.” 

“I think you’ll find I can be very efficient when I need to be,” Lexa shot back, her tone low and suggestive. 

There was a pause on the other end, and Lexa could hear the faint rustling of sheets. Clarke must have been lounging in bed, and the thought of her there, relaxed and likely wearing nothing but a grin, made Lexa’s pulse quicken. 

“Maybe,” Clarke replied, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “But I prefer when you take your time.” 

Lexa bit her lip, trying to keep her composure. “Is that right? You know I’m not one to rush things.” 

“I remember,” Clarke purred. “You always know how to make things last… how to build up to that perfect moment.” 

Lexa’s breath hitched at the memory Clarke’s words invoked. “And you… always know how to push me right to the edge,” she murmured. 

Clarke’s laughter was soft, almost a hum. “I do enjoy seeing just how far I can push you.” 

Lexa could hear the challenge in her voice, and it sent a shiver down her spine. “You’re dangerous, Clarke Griffin.” 

“Only for you,” Clarke whispered back, her tone taking on a more serious edge. There was a beat of silence before she added, “I’ll be honest: I get off to the thought of you.” 

The confession hung in the air, heavy and charged. Lexa’s heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. She swallowed, trying to find the right words, but all she could manage was a soft, “Clarke…” 

“Yeah?” Clarke’s voice was gentle now, the teasing edge gone. 

Lexa shifted in her chair, the playful smile still on her lips as the conversation settled into a comfortable rhythm. After a brief lull, Lexa’s curiosity got the better of her. 

“So, what are you up to right now?” Lexa asked, her tone light but tinged with a hint of anticipation. 

There was a pause on the other end, and then Clarke’s voice came through, lower and sultry. “I might be… stroking my cock.” 

Lexa’s breath caught in her throat, her grip on the phone tightening. Her voice dropped, the playful edge replaced with something deeper, more primal. “Really now?” 

“Mm-hmm,” Clarke hummed, the sound vibrating through the phone. “Been thinking about you all day, Lexa. Figured I’d do something about it.” 

Lexa could practically hear the smirk in Clarke’s voice, and the mental image of Clarke lying there, touching herself, sent a surge of heat through her body. She struggled to keep her voice steady. “And how’s that going for you?” 

Clarke’s breath hitched, and there was a faint, barely audible sound that made Lexa’s pulse quicken. “Good… but it’d be better if you were here.” 

Lexa closed her eyes, letting the image of Clarke’s hand moving over her length fill her mind. “Tell me what you’re doing,” she commanded softly, her voice husky. 

Clarke didn’t hesitate. “I’m gripping myself, just the way I like it… thinking about how good it feels when you touch me. How your hand feels wrapped around me, so tight, so perfect.” 

Lexa’s breath came faster, her body reacting to Clarke’s words. “Keep going,” she urged, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Clarke’s breathing grew heavier, and Lexa could hear the faint sounds of her hand moving, the wet slide of her stroking herself. “I’m thinking about your mouth, Lexa… how you tease me with your tongue. How you always know exactly what I need.” 

Lexa bit her lip, her own arousal spiking as she listened. “You like that, don’t you? The way I make you come undone?” 

“So much,” Clarke moaned, her voice thick with desire. “I’m so close, Lexa. I wish you were here to see what you do to me.” 

Lexa’s heart raced, her voice dropping to a throaty whisper. “I want to hear you when you come, Clarke. Let me hear you.” 

Clarke’s breathing quickened, the sounds growing more urgent, more desperate. “I’m right there, Lexa… fuck, I’m right there.” 

Lexa’s voice was a low growl now, filled with need. “Come for me, Clarke. Let me hear how good it feels.” 

Clarke’s breath caught, and a deep, throaty moan filled the line as she tumbled over the edge. Lexa could hear every gasp, every shuddering breath as Clarke rode out her climax, her name falling from Clarke’s lips like a prayer. 

Lexa’s own body thrummed with the intensity of the moment, her pulse pounding in her ears. She listened as Clarke’s breathing slowly returned to normal, a satisfied sigh escaping her. 

“God, Lexa,” Clarke finally said, her voice soft and sated. “You always know how to get me there.” 

Lexa smiled, her own desire still simmering just beneath the surface. “I’m glad I could help,” she murmured, her tone filled with warmth and just a hint of mischief. “Though next time, I’d prefer to be there in person.” 

Clarke chuckled, the sound filled with promise. “Next time, you will be.” 

[nironlex]

nfwmb (fuel the pyre)

Years running an (alleged) hitman organization, Clarke has had plenty of instances with the law to last her a lifetime. What she hasn’t tired of yet, though, is seeing Lexa on top of the world, defending her in court and under her, everywhere else.

[dysco-lymonade]

#6 for kissing prompt using any clexa you want 😊

You’re now entering an unknown Clexa AU set some time during college.

Maybe it’ll develop into something? Send me your thoughts and questions.

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The bass is pounding so hard that Clarke can see the sound waves in her cup of lukewarm beer. Her mind wanders to Jurassic Park and she wonders if she wouldn’t enjoy being hunted by a T-Rex more than being at this party.

Beside her, Finn Collins is apologizing profusely.

Again.

She knows he is speaking, but she’s not listening. She honestly doesn’t really care that he missed the opening of the art show. It wasn’t like she’d sent him an invitation. It was a small college-wide display that would be going on for weeks.

She sees a hand come in to her line of sight. When her eyes focus, she sees fingers snapping in front of her face. “Yo, Earth to Clarke.” Finn has successfully grabbed her attention, and her murderous gaze.

“Did you seriously just snap at me?” She furrows her eyebrows.

He doesn’t even flinch at her tone.

“Yeah I was seeing if I couldn’t make it up to you.” He shoots her what she’s sure is supposed to be a cute crooked smile. It really just makes her want to rearrange his face.

She sighs, trying to make it clear that she’s not interested, without having to actually say it. “Finn, look. I’m not sure what—“

He cuts her off with a hand on her forearm. “I know you’re upset, princess. But it won’t happen again. I promise.”

“What won’t?” Clarke shrugs her arm away from his touch just as his eyes wander to something behind her.

“Oh hey, Lexa. Can you give us a minute?” Finn asks.

Clarke doesn’t hear a response. Instead, she feels herself being turned around with a gentle grasp to her shoulder. It’s like she’s moving in slow-motion.

Clarke’s eyes briefly land on the determined face of one Lexa Woods before she’s suddenly too close to focus on.

Two soft palms cup Clarke’s jaw as slender fingers grasp around the back of her neck.

Then Lexa’s lips are on hers.

It’s so unexpected that Clarke hadn’t had a moment to ready herself. Lexa comes in too quickly, damn near chipping Clarke’s tooth.

Clarke can’t find it in herself to mind. Instead, she sinks in to the feeling of Lexa’s hands cradling her face.

Clarke wraps her hands around Lexa’s waist to pull her in tighter, just as she starts to feel Lexa pulling away.

Clarke can hear Finn muttering curse words under his breath as he wanders off.

“Jesus, Lex. What was that?!” Clarke all but squeaks. Now looking Lexa directly in the eyes.

Panic is the only word that could possibly describe the look on Lexa’s face.

“Shit. I just saw him over here bothering you again and I thought— I don’t know what I thought. I didn’t think.” Lexa’s rambling and Clarke can’t help but find it endearing. Leave it to Lexa to step in and save Clarke from unwanted advances. She’s just never been quite so bold about it.

“Lex.” Clarke tries to get her attention to calm her down.

“That was bad, wasn’t it?” Lexa winces.

“Absolutely terrible.” Clarke teases back with a grin. “You should do it again.”

[kpforpresident]

Prompt idea! The first 300 words of an AU you've never written for before 👀

Lexa’s left eye twitches irritability as she once again feels fat water droplets spray against her feet, interrupting the entirely pleasant nap she’d been having, where she and Ali Krieger had been having a tasteful yet romantic dinner somewhere in the French countryside. Sitting up and shoving her large sunglasses off her eyes with one annoyed swoop, she blinks against the suddenly bright rays of sun that crowd her vision.

It was the perfect pool day at  Polis’s community pool- bright, cerulean sky, a soft, warm breeze, and the temperatures teetering just under 90 degrees. Lexa had seized the chance to sunbathe and read for a few hours on her day off work, shut off her pager, and practically skipped down the street to get settled on a lounger, ready to sip ice water and read sapphic smut until her eyes crossed, all while solidifying her tan in the teeniest bikini she owned.

However, for the past thirty minutes, some little snotty-nosed kid (probably un-supervised and just itching to cause mischief), had been sporadically sending showers of water arching through the air to mist Lexa as she sat innocently in her perfectly positioned chair, placed specifically to get the maximum amount of afternoon sunshine possible. It’s not that Lexa didn’t like kids- she adored Raven and Anya’s adopted son, Aden, with every fiber of her being. However, random children in the general public? Lexa generally avoided them, finding them sticky, whiny, and rude.

Another scattered shower of chlorinated water doused her feet as she felt her patience waning rapidly. Standing up, she felt her eyebrows slide into a glower as she searched for the culprit. Seeing a dark-haired little girl pop up like a seal from the bottom of the pool, a bright smile stretching across her face as she triumphantly popped up, water frisbee in hand, Lexa leveled a finger at the kid, whose smile quickly vanished as she took in Lexa, towering over her on the pool deck, clad in a black swimsuit.

“It’s rude to splash strangers, you know-“ Lexa had begun to grumble indignantly to the little kid, eyes searching for the parent of this clear mischief maker, when the most beautiful woman Lexa had even laid eyes upon swam up beside the little girl, hosting her onto her hip and lovingly smoothing the wet hair out of her eyes before leveling a glare packed with the heat of a thousand suns onto a suddenly stunned Lexa-

“You scold my kid again, you’re going to get a lot more than a little bit of pool water on you, lady.”

[incorrect-clexa]

Hey guys

Lexa: Just try to be nice, Anya. Clarke's not like us...She has feelings.

Anya: Hmm, are you sure this is the person for you?

Lexa: That is exactly the type of thing I don't want you to say in front of her.

[eternalreignblog]

GP Lexa receives a text from an unknown number. When she opens it, she finds a nude of Clarke who sent it to her by mistake. Lexa decides to play along and sends a dick pic back

Tossing her bag down on the kitchen table, Lexa groaned audibly as she collapsed down on the sofa. She was exhausted after a long, hard day at the fire station and wanted nothing more than to take a hot shower, bury herself under her doona, and sleep for a week.

Hearing her phone ping with a notification nearly made her scream, thinking it might be her boss calling her back in for a double shift.

Mentally preparing herself for disappointment, Lexa hoisted herself up and ruffled through her bag to find the offending device. Swiping to unlock her phone, Lexa was pleasantly surprised to see a message from an unknown number rather than her boss.

Sighing in relief, Lexa plonked herself back down on the couch and opened up the message, assuming it was another one of those scam attempts.

Her eyebrows shot up instantly, and her dick twitched in approval as an image of a perfect set of tits flashed up on her screen with the caption "thinking of you 💋"

There were no links. No, 'click here to see more' or any other tell-tale sign of a scam message, so Lexa concluded she must be the lucky recipient of a wrong number sext.

Her cock was getting hard looking at the mirror snap of the strangers gorgeous breasts, thinking about sliding her dick between them and cumming on the lips that were just out of frame. She could see some tendrils of blonde hair over petit shoulders, but the stars of the show were definitely the huge breasts sitting proud, nipples hard, and pointing toward the camera in all their double-D glory.

Feeling bold, and now kinda horny, Lexa shoved her pants down enough to free her now rock hard cock, and started stroking.

Before she could think about it too much, she snapped a pic of her dick standing tall, bead of precum leaking from the tip as she jerked it to the strangers picture.

Lexa had to admire the photo for a second as her slim waist and small hands had the added effect of making her cock look huge by contrast.

She quickly typed out "now I'm thinking of you too 🍆💦" and sent off the message to the unknown number.

Her heart was beating with nerves and lust, never having sent an intimate image to a partner before, let alone a perfect stranger.

She went back to admire the nude, still impressed by the quality assets in the photo. Lexa was definitely a boobs girl, and this set was notging short of magnificent.

Lexa was stroking her cock, slowly working herself up when she almost dropped her phone in surprise when a new message came through.

Scrolling excitedly down to the new pic, Lexa let out an audible groan at the sight of the woman's naked body. She was lying on her bed, one knee up with a hand between her legs, touching herself as she took the photo from just above her chest so Lexa had a perfect view right down her gorgeous figure.

The woman had captioned it "what are you thinking about?"

Lexa was invested in this little game now, pulling herself up off the sofa and meandering her way ungracefully to the bedroom, knocking into walls and furniture in her haste, all while divesting herself of her clothes haphazardly.

She came to a halt in front of her bathroom mirror, and before she could overthink how utterly insane she was being by sending nudes to a total stranger, she snapped a shot of her torso and cock, the frame starting just under her breasts and showcasing her abs.

Smiling smugly, she sent the picture with the line, "sliding my cock between your tits before I fuck you hard,"

Laying down on her bed, Lexa waited not so patiently for a reply while slowly jerking herself.

After less than a minute, a massage came through, and Lexa was mildly disappointed when no image was attached - until she read the words.

"Your cock looks delicious, i want to taste it 🫦"

Lexa groaned audibly as the image of her cock dissapearing into the mysterious woman's mouth flashed through her mind.

Before she had a chance to respond, a picture came through, and Lexa nearly came on the spot as she took in the image of a decent sized dildo sliding into a soaked pussy. Moments later, another message followed.

"I wish this was your dick,"

Without thinking, Lexa fired back, "I would fuck you so much better, I would eat your pussy till you're screaming before rolling you over, sliding in and fucking you until you cum on my cock,"

The three dots appeared straight away.

"Slap my ass while I'm face down on the mattress and I'll cum so hard on your cock. I want your cum inside me so bad,"

"I would fill you up so much you'd feel it dripping out for a week,"

"I'd clean you up so good, lick all our cum off your dick,"

"I'd make sure you get every last drop,"

The rapid-fire texts stopped for a moment, and Lexa was disappointed because she was so close to busting that one more message would probably have sent her over the edge.

Stroking herslef, Lexa could feel the beginnings of her orgasm. Scrolling through the chat and looking at the pictures again, she was so close to nutting. God, this girl was hot as fuck, Lexa sent a silent shout out to whoever the dumbass was that gave her the wrong number.

Their loss. Lexa’s unequivocal gain.

Then, as if by some kind of divine intervention, another message and pic appeared on Lexa's screen.

Her eyes raked over the new image of pretty pink pussy lips absolutely covered in slick, two fingers sliding through the mess with the caption: "i just came so hard thinking about your cock,"

It was exactly what Lexa needed, the thought of her cock replacing the fingers in the pic sent her careening over the edge, cumming hard all over her abs.

She stroked her dick to squeeze out every last drop, only adding to the impressive load that had accumulated. Lexa hadn't cum this hard or this much in ages and the release left her feeling spent and relaxed.

After she came back down to earth, and with her last ounce of energy, Lexa snapped a pic of the mess she'd made and sent it off, "wish you were here to clean me up," she added before she collapsed in exhaustion.

**********

The next morning, Lexa woke to find herself in pretty much the same position she fell asleep in, and just as messy. Kicking her past self for not at least cleaning up before falling asleep, Lexa dragged herself out of bed and into the shower.

Thinking back on the crazy events of the night before, Lexa could hardly believe it had even happened. She opened up the convo with the stranger to rehash the memory and prove to herself that it was indeed real and not some fatigue induced hallucination.

What she wasn't expecting to find was a fresh massage -

"I have no idea who you are, you're definitely not the person who gave me their number last night, but damn girl, I need your cock in my life. If you're in Polis, and fuck I hope you are, be at Grounders Bar at 10pm tonight, I'll be the one in red,"

As soon as she finished reading, Lexa was on the phone to her boss to change shifts.

There was no fucking way she was going to be anywhere other than Grounders tonight.

[owl127]

So I was at this women’s basketball game—it being March Madness and all—and this player that I find really really cute (she actually kinda looks like Lexa), wasn’t warming up. When the game started she went through the tunnel and back into the locker room which is kinda weird because even if you’re injured normally you still sit on the bench. But at halftime she came out and I noticed she had earplugs in and after a little Google I found out she has a concussion so she was probably in the locker room because it was too loud on the court. The rest of the game I was thinking about how someone could totally write a fanfic where Lexa is on a sports team, gets hurt, is sad she has to sit out, but has a little mid game locker room rendezvous to cheer her up and give her a thrill. Would you please please pleaseee be that someone?

(Ao3)

Lexa’s ears itched to remove her headphones, but the shadow of a headache had started behind her eyes, so she let the noise canceling headphones do its magic. She walked behind the starting team and watched with a frown the pile of windbreakers grow at her feet on the bench while she remained covered. She fiddled with the dark red zipper, the squeaking of rubber against shiny vinyl grounding her while the visiting team entered the arena. Lexa looked away, her eyes darting at the faceless crowd of silver and maroon. The muffled noise of the fans, something she looked forward to at each game, mounted on the pain growing between her eyes. The blinking lights of the stadium did not help with the building dizziness, but she forced a smile as she waved back at a bundle of little girls with signs with her name shining in bright silver glitter.

Lexa Woods.

She bit her lips at the thought of disappointing little girls.

On the other side of the court, the away team warmed up. Lexa looked for a familiar blonde braid, but they were in a huddle, and the amount of blonde heads was borderline offensive for basketball.

“Oi!” A ball came in her direction and Lexa held the pass in pure reflex, but that didn’t stop her frowning at Anya. “You look miserable. Smile for the cameras. It’s the fucking final fours, Lex.”

Their team captain’s shouted words were not as encouraging as Anya thought, and Lexa threw the ball back on the court.

“I’ll be out of here in a minute,” Lexa said and pointed to her headphones. “These are not working as expected.”

A rare sight of kindness flashed over Anya’s face, but it was gone just as fast. She sat next to Lexa, her mouth close to Lexa’s covered ears. “We’re here because of you. No one doubts that. We’ll win this so you can crush it at the final.”

Lexa bit her lip. They needed to win, and her concussion needed to be fully recovered for that to happen, and none of that was a guarantee. She nodded, and the movement didn’t help with her growing headache.

“I’m going back in,” she excused herself, standing up. Anya’s face softened, nodding.

“Your head okay?” Anya asked at the same time a wave of nausea hit Lexa.

Lexa moved her palm in a so-so pattern, and before their couch yelled at her, she backtracked her steps into their home locker room. She didn’t look up at the calls for her name while ducking into the tunnel, focused on escaping the noise.

The locker room was messy, with open bags and unfolded clothes littering the floor. The smell of bleach and foot powder was familiar, with a hint of synthetic eucalyptus from the shower row. Lexa finally took off the headphones, her ears popping in relief. Layers of concrete and tile protected her from the loud crowd, and Lexa closed her eyes. 

She could have made history tonight. Instead, because of a single nasty call at her last game, she cannot even watch from the bench.

“Fuck,” she mumbled, her lips trembling in frustration. She wanted to punch something.

“I know, right?”

Lexa’s neck turned at the voice, her vision blurring for a second as she focused.

She must be hallucinating, because in front of her was Clarke Griffin, point guard of the Arkadia Comets, and the usual pain in Lexa’s ass whenever they played. But why was she here and not on court? Her brain finally caught up with the full image and she noticed the clutches under Clarke’s arms and how her left foot didn’t touch the floor.

“I watched your last game.” Clarke’s dimples showed at a half smile. “I’m surprised you made it to the game tonight,” Clarke said as she sat heavily next to Lexa with a long sigh and the clacks of her crutches against the wooden bench. Her hands immediately massaged her injured thigh.

“What are you doing here?”

“There are stairs to the visitors’ locker room, and I really needed to pee. Can you believe they built this building for like, healthy people? There are stairs everywhere.” 

“I meant…” Lexa pointed at Clarke’s whole deal, and differently from Lexa, the other player didn’t wear a uniform or a windbreaker, just a hoodie with her university’s colors.

“Pulled muscle. Bad enough to knock me out. I didn’t want the sponsors to see me with the crutches.” Clarke nodded in the direction of the plastic supports. Lexa noticed a bright blue athletic tape poking out from Clarke’s joggers all the way to her lower abs visible under the hoodie. Her cheeks flushed, and when she looked up, Clarke smirked at her.

“How did it happen?” Lexa cleared her throat, ignoring the way blue eyes went up and down her body.

“Not as hilariously as the block that took you down,” Clarke said with a shit-eating grin that Lexa wanted to wipe off.

“That was a fault!”

“Sure, babe.” Clarke adjusted in her seat, massaging her thigh again. “I’m sorry you can’t play tonight. I was looking forward to destroying you.”

That made Lexa smile. “In your dreams, Griffin.”

“Oh, but my dreams about you are quite different, Lex.”

And there she was. Griffin always played the mind game to destabilize Lexa. Whispers on the court, faces from the bench; Lexa hated it. She also felt a little joy in it, but ultimately, Clarke Griffin was a distraction.

“I’m sorry you’re missing the game, too,” Lexa said, unsure if her face showed her reaction to Clarke’s comment. By the way Clarke lounged on the bench and shifted closer, Lexa must have blushed.

“It was a good run,” Clarke said.

“You don’t think you can win?” 

Clarke snorted. “Do you?”

“I trust my teammates,” Lexa said and crossed her arms. If Griffin didn’t have any loyalty to her team, that was her problem.

“Don’t get me wrong, darling—” the thin hairs on Lexa’s neck bristled at the pet name — “I love those bitches. But I dragged a bunch of future dentists and teachers to two final fours. You have other girls making draft picks in your team while I average astonishing zero bench points every game.”

“But you’ll be the first draft pick.” The truth rolled out easily on Lexa’s tongue, and she suppressed the bite of jealousy at the thought. 

“And you’ll be second, unless they go insane.”

And here they were, top two draft picks dusting in the locker room while the semi-final roared above them.

Lexa shrugged, running a hand over her loose hair. Her usual braid or ponytail was a no-go with her headache, and her hair kept falling into her eyes. “If I get top four, I’ll be happy.”

“You will.” There was certainty in Clarke’s voice. “We are one of the lucky ones.”

“I know.” There was no hiding the struggle of women’s basketball. Sure, the league had promise and potential, but it was a shadow of the sponsorship and compensation of the men’s league. With limited teams, getting a spot as a professional was already an achievement.

“So, can you help me back to my locker room, princess?” Clarke asked, pointing to her crutches. Heat rose to Lexa’s cheeks, and she crossed her arms.

“Why are you always like this?”

Clarke, halfway to standing, sat back down on the bench. “Like what?”

“Why are you so, so…” Lexa searched for a word, but unwelcomed suggestions jumped to the front of her mind like “hot” and “sexy”, and she ended up going with, “infuriating! Why do you flirt with other players only to mess with their game?”

Clarke huffed, an unusual pink dusting her cheeks. “I don’t flirt with other players.”

“You’ve been pretending to flirt with me in every game for a year!” Lexa didn’t know she needed to vent about something tonight, but Clarke gave her the opening she needed.

“Wait, wait,” Clarke said, raising her hands in surrender. “One, I don’t do that to other players. Two, I mostly do it with you because I know it won’t affect your game. I need to have something against your resolve, and flirting with a straight girl is harmless enough. Besides, you’re hot, Lex. Wow, why don’t you react like this on the court?”

Lexa’s cheeks burned, and she rolled her eyes. Once she stepped on the court, nothing else mattered and Lexa would be hyper-focused on the game. But tonight, not being under the spotlight and off her game, Lexa was not immune to Griffin’s tongue. Compliments—Griffin’s compliments! She needed to change this line of thought.

“What on earth have I done for you to think I’m straight?” Maybe that wasn’t the correct shift in the conversation. Clarke lit up like a Christmas tree, her mouth opening for a second, then closing again, settling on a half smile.

“You never reacted to me before.” Clarke’s voice was a full octave lower, and Lexa might be in trouble. Lexa swallowed and fidgeted with her jacket zipper. “And maybe, yeah, I’ve been flirting with you not only because of the games,” Clarke confessed, the heat in her cheeks darkening.

Was Clarke flirting with her again?

“I was kind of hoping you’d be able to play tonight,” Clarke continued, “so I could watch you all night instead.”

Yes, that was flirting, Lexa’s concussed brain detected. She didn’t move as Clarke shuffled closer, their thighs touching.

“I tried to find you early on, but all your teammates were wearing braids,” Lexa said. At 21, Lexa should have a better control of her mouth, but alas, there she was confessing her charms to her rival.

“They wanted to show me support.” Clarke’s voice was close, and closer still as she said, “So you were looking for me?” But the expected grin or tease was not behind her words. Lexa gathered the rest of her courage and chanced a glance at the fellow point guard, finding nothing but… admiration?

Kiss her, Lexa’s obviously concussed brain offered, and Lexa’s heart race in adrenaline as she ignored the thought.

“You’re the best player,” Lexa reasoned, swallowing as Clarke invaded her personal space. “Of course I look for you on the court.”

“Well,” Clarke said, and her hand, a tad larger than Lexa’s, reached for Lexa’s own. “I look for you outside of the court, too. I watched the video on your channel about your work against bullying in your town’s high school. That was inspiring.”

Lexa’s heart swelled with something akin to fondness, but she blamed that on the concussion. “Thank you.” Lexa whispered, the moment asking for softness.

“You, Lexa Woods”—Clarke’s large hand closed around Lexa’s, warm and steady—“You are inspiring.”

It wasn’t every day that the league MVP said she was inspiring.

Kiss, kiss, her brain supplied.

Lexa didn’t have to wait for her body to listen to her brain. Clarke was MVP for many reasons, and not hesitating was one of them.

The kiss was soft and warm, and Clarke’s hand tugged lightly at Lexa’s neck. For the first time that day, Lexa breathed easily. It lasted a moment, as Clarke showed to be dexterous with her tongue, and then Lexa was breathless.

“My team will be here at half-time,” Lexa whispered when Clarke finally, reluctantly, pulled away.

“Is that your way of saying you don’t want to kiss me again?”

Lexa wished she could say no to that smile, but she was learning that denying that smile was harder than to block Clarke’s 3 pointers.

“It means we can’t do it here,” Lexa said.

“I’m staying in town for an orthopedic appointment tomorrow morning. You could always stop by my hotel later tonight.” Clarke reached for her clutches and stood. 

“My team will want me around after the game.”

Clarke smiled, one eyebrow raised. “Would you rather be in a noisy bar with your team celebrating, or watching the British Bake Off with me while making out on a king bed?”

Lexa’s cheeks warmed. “The British Bake Off?”

Clarke made her way out of the locker room, slow and steady. “We can watch it on mute, which helps with your headache, and watching it always makes me… hungry.” Clarke delivered the last word over her shoulders, licking her lips for extra dramatic effect. Lexa felt her face heating as Clarke limped out of the room.

Hours later, Lexa’s team had gained their place at the final. Her headache was under control, and her utmost satisfaction had nothing to do with the chocolate cake they ordered from the 24h hotel service.

[anonfanfic]

Clexa parents at parent teacher night

Or clexa at someone else’s wedding

Or clexa in a gorcery store

Or dealing with a karen

So many choices!!

Clarke and Lexa had been dating for a few months now and they couldn't get enough of each other. They were living in the heart of the city, with busy schedules and demanding jobs. But they always made time for each other, and their favorite thing to do together was grocery shopping.

On this particular day, they were strolling through the aisles of their favorite supermarket, hand in hand. 

As they walked past the produce section, Clarke picked up a ripe mango and held it up to Lexa's nose. "Smell this," she said, grinning. "It smells like sunshine."

Lexa took a deep breath and pretended to swoon. "Oh, I'm in love with you all over again," she said, winking.

Clarke giggled and put the mango in their cart. "Just wait until you taste it," she said, squeezing Lexa's hand.

“That’s not really what I want to taste right now,” Lexa muttered, just loud enough for Clarke to hear. Lexa walked by Clarke and grabbed her ass, giving it a firm squeeze before walking past her.

They continued down the aisle, picking up items they needed for their dinner that night. As they reached the pasta section, Lexa grabbed a box of spaghetti and held it up to Clarke. "Hey, did you hear about the Italian chef who died? He pasta way," she said, trying to stifle a laugh.

Clarke groaned and rolled her eyes. "That was terrible," she said, but she couldn't help but smile.

Lexa grinned. "I know, but you love my cheesy jokes."

Clarke leaned in and kissed Lexa's cheek. "That's because I love you," she said, her voice soft.

Lexa's heart skipped a beat. "I love you too," she said, her eyes sparkling.

They continued down the aisles, teasing each other and making silly jokes. When they got to the ice cream section, Clarke reached for a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough and held it up. "This is my favorite flavor," she said, grinning.

Lexa smirked. "Oh really? I thought I was your favorite flavor," she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

Clarke blushed and playfully swatted Lexa's arm. "Stop it," she said, but she couldn't hide her smile.

As they approached the checkout line, Lexa picked up a tabloid magazine and held it up to Clarke's face. "Hey, look at this," she said, pointing to the cover. "It says here that we're secretly married."

Clarke laughed. "That's ridiculous," she said, shaking her head.

Lexa shrugged. "I don't know, maybe we should consider it. I hear married couples get discounts on groceries."

Clarke rolled her eyes and leaned in for a kiss. "You're such a dork.”

“Yes, but I’m your dork,” Lexa wrinkled her nose and gave Clarke a quick kiss, before turning to the employee to pay for their groceries. 

“Always,” Clarke whispered under her breath. Forever grateful for these moments with the love of her life.

[tiny-pun]

Our lives

When the Hero shakes in anger and frustration and spits out this line: In our next life- no; in every life I will find you. And I will make you pay in every. Single. One.

Here are some exquisite and honestly the only acceptable answers by the Villain:

Please do.

I’m looking forward to it.

I can’t wait.

I wasn’t expecting anything else/less.

I wouldn’t accept anything but.

Is that a promise ?

Are you sure ? That’s quite the commitment there.

Didn’t think you’d be so clingy.

My oh my. “Our next lives.” Have you become attached with me? /so fond of me?

The villains voice can range from immensely amused to soft, almost inaudible whisper. Either way feel free to add!

[blu3haw4]

Okay people! Im writing an extended shot for Clexmas free day, but want more! 😝

So send me promps that fit the list for a smuty, fluffy, or cracky one shot!