#daddy lexa

[lexa-griffins]

Perhaps, a thought

#ignoreme.jpg #sugarbaby!lexa #daddy clarke and babygirl lexa about to make me ************

[owl127]

Oh my gosh!! You write omega verses?! Do you take requests ? ! Ooooo if you do, can you make them wolf shifters? And omega Clarke gets injured and captured by poachers ?! and maybe years later alpha Lexa finally tracks her down to a zoo and gets her mate back!?

Yes, I do wrote omegaverse! You might like my fic Fire Forest (WIP, I promise)

I'm just a little curious about this prompt... What do you mean zoo? Like a legit zoo where someone thought Clarke was a wild wolf and she's been locked there? And everyone thinks she's just a wolf? And then Lexa killing everyone on her path to free Clarke from the zoo?

Sorry, I got stuck with the zoo. I keep thinking of Clarke, as a wolf, watching all the kids smiling at her during a school trip day, and thinking what she did wrong in life to end there.

It's just... I've never seen this concept before. A werewolf in a zoo. I'm fascinated

#ask the owl #like imagine the torture soul #of what is ultimately a person #locked in a zoo #a zoo #zoo #and then #how would kexa react #like #how would she know #hey lexa my kid saw this big wolf in the zoo with big baby blue eyes that look so expressive #or maybe #she's been hunting the poachers #and find a connection of a black market sale #undocumented animal #mammal with human expression #and clarke sometimes just being a littke shit in the zoo #bringing chaos and mayhem #mommy I think that wolf just showed me the finger #daddy that wolf just pissed on my ice cream #its clarke #snall bits of revenge

[sassymajesty]

Angie having to have evidence on deck for how similar Lexa and Brad are is something I needed to make me laugh this morning thank you for that Nina 😭 🤣 could you just imagine the sports games Angie recorded where Brad was the coach and in all this footage it is basically Dr. evil and Mini-Me on a field

oh, absolutely! lexa fighting with the referee over something that she thought was wrong just for brad to intervene and send her to the bench and do the Exact Same Gestures. angie pulling out her camera when they're both sitting on the couch watching a game, matching jerseys and matching insults. them having a special handshake for when they win a game since she was a toddler. sneaky pictures of them training on the backyard until well into the night.

#lexa is a daddy's girl it's just how it is #brangelina & lexa #anon #nina's mail #💌

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Imagines: LSU Purple

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summary: you and joe return to baton rouge for an event joe’s foundation was holding in the off-season of 2023. it was fun to go back to tiger stadium with joe, all the memories of his college days flooding back to you. the same love was shared between you and joe from college, the only thing different was the fact you guys were married with a daughter. savanna’s first time in baton rouge!

warnings: none, fluff

pairing: joe burrow x reader

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(y/n’s pov)

we had to leave the house in 30 minutes but i was still in joe and i's closet.. last minute packing.

"baby, what are you going to wear?" - joe

"lsu purple biker shorts, and one of my old burreaux jerseys!" - you

"that's gonna look amazing on you. what about sav?" - joe

"sav’s wearing the same jersey as me but with a purple skirt." - you

"my girls are gonna look so cute." - joe smiled

"what about you shiesty, what are you wearing? gonna throw on the old letterman and relish in your glory days?" - you

"no. probably my grey jeans and an lsu football shirt." - joe laughed

"the infamous grey jeans." - you shook your head

"i like them." - joe shrugged

"i know." - you laughed before giving joe a peck on the lips

"are you almost done packing? we really need to get going." - joe

"yes, can you grab my makeup bag from inside the bathroom? that's the last thing i need." - you

joe nodded before exiting our closet, after 5 minutes i was worried he couldn't find it, but he walked back into the closet.

"here's your makeup bag, i also grabbed your makeup wipes, i saw them on the counter and thought you might need them." - joe

"thank you." - you gratefully smiled at him

he smiled back before i turned away and put it in my suitcase. i zipped it up and grabbed my phone, following joe out of our closet.

"hey momma?" - savanna popped out of her room

"yes sweetie?" - you

"can we please go, i wanna see grammy and gramps!!" - sam

"we are about to leave baby, daddy has to put his shoes on." - you

"dada hurry!" - savanna ran up to joe and started poking him in the legs

"i'm hurrying!" - joe

i laughed as he picked her up and hurried down the stairs.

i walked downstairs and saw joe trying to put his shoes on as sav continued to yell at him to hurry up.

"baby my suitcase is upstairs.. i'm gonna put the kids in the car so can you grab it for me?" - you

"mhm." - joe

"thank you!" - you kissed his cheek

he mumbled a you're welcome as i pried sav away from him and got her to follow me to the car.

joe walked out holding all of my bags and got them into the car before he made his way to the driver side of the car.

i was already sitting in the passenger side, with my bag of snacks, and music already playing.

"you're such a passenger princess." - joe playfully shook his head

"i'm your passenger princess though.." - you smiled at him to which joe just glared at you

he turned the music up and relaxed as he pulled out of our driveway.

"dada!" - savanna yelled

"yeah?" - joe

"call marr marr?" - sam

joe sighed as he reached for his phone and handed it to me, wanting me to pull up ja'marr's contact.

i found his name and hit the facetime button before handing it back to miles and telling him to give it to savanna.

"hi sweetie! are you in the car?" - ja'marr

"yeah!" - savanna

"tell him where we're going." - you

"uh.. airport!" - savanna

"airport? where are you guys flying?" - ja'marr

"can you say Louisiana?" - you

"lou.. isi.. ana!" - savanna

"oh for your daddy's foundation? that's fun! did you bring any toys?" - ja'marr

"barbie's!" - savanna

"of course, you have to bring those." - ja'marr

ja'marr moved away from the phone and was talking to someone else.

"hey i gotta go savvy, your auntie lexa needs me." - ja'marr

"bye bye!" - savanna

"bye!" - ja'marr

he hung up the phone and when i looked back at sam to get joes phone it looked like she was prepared to throw it up here.

"no no! give it to mommy." - you

*time skip - at the hotel*

we were in our hotel room, joe was unpacking his stuff to take a shower when we got back later tonight as i changed clothes in the bathroom.

"crap, i think i left my razor at the house." - joe sighed as he walked into the bathroom

"ooooo!! does that mean i get sexy stubble joe for the next couple days?" - you smirked

"if that's what you want to call it.." - joe scoffed

"you know i love you with a beard. the beard mixed with how long your hair is right now is dangerous." - you

"dangerous how?" - joe smirked at you

"you know." - you

"no i don't think i do.. id like you to confirm what i think you're saying" - joe

"you'd look incredibly good and i probably wouldn't be able to stop staring at you." - you

"mhm, because that's definitely what you were thinking." - joe

"that's what i was thinking!" - you

"that's a little more pg then what i thought you were going to say." - joe

"joseph lee." - you shoved his shoulder

"ow!” - joe

“boy. no way that hurt." - you

joe was about to say something but stopped when he saw savanna walking into the bathroom.

"yes baby?" - you

"i'm hungry." - savanna

"okay, let's go get you some snacks." - you

walking over to the diaper bag i grabbed a couple things out for savanna.

"i want goldfish." - savanna

i handed her the goldfish and she ran over to the bed and plopped down on it.

*time skip*

"joey, lets hurry up. we're gonna be late!" - you

"i'm hurrying, i want to make sure my hair looks good!" - joe

"i'm sure it looks fine babe. savanna’s ready, we're just waiting on you." - you

"okay.. i'm done." - joe walked out of the bathroom

joe walked over to our bed and grabbed his sunglasses.

"why do you need to bring two pairs? you're already wearing sunglasses joe" - you

"ones for you, i don't want you squinting on the field the whole time." - joe

"that's so sweet, you're so considerate.. but i have my own glasses, and you know that." - you

"fine. maybe i just want you to wear mine. so everyone know’s you’re mine." - joe smiled

“you don’t think this huge rock on my finger glistening in the sun won’t be enough?” - you

joe shrugged with a smug smirk on his face, still proud that he could spoil you with such a ring.

when he turned around and started for the door, sav stood up quickly and jumped off the couch and onto his back.

"what are you doin??" - joe yelled/laughed

"piggyback ride!" - savanna giggled

i shook my head as i opened the hotel room door for him and let joe go out first, i followed quickly behind.

"are you going to carry her all the way to the lobby like that?" - you laughed

"yup!" - joe smiled

after a very awkward elevator ride with two strangers who were staring at joe with their jaws dropped.. we made it to the lobby where joes parents were waiting.

"grammy!!" - savanna

"hi baby! is your daddy giving you a piggyback ride?" - robin laughed

"yes! get me down?" - savanna

joe turned so his back was to his mom as she grabbed sav and sat her on the ground.

"he carried her all the way down to the lobby and now he's done for the day!" - jimmy laughed

"i'll give you a back massage when we get back to the hotel tonight." - you grinned at joe as you pat his back

"sounds good to me!" - joe returned the smile

"there ya go." - jimmy winked at his son

joe nervously chuckled before he whispered to me that we should get going or we'd be late.

*time skip*

"i'm a little nervous." - you

"why baby?" - joe

"your fans aren't exactly the biggest fans of me, and i can’t just run home and hide from here. plus you’ll be walking around without me half the time, i’m just scared…” - you

"hey.. it's gonna be okay. nothing is going to happen okay, but if someone tries anything you know i'm always here for you. who cares if they're fans of you or not, i'm you're biggest fan. if they don't like you then they aren't real fans." - joe

"i love you.." - you closed lip smiled

joe frowned slightly at my forced smile but he leaned over and kissed me.

"i love you too, baby." - joe mumbled when he pulled away

"y/n, if one one of joe’s fans says anything about you.. i will fist fight them personally." - robin

"i appreciate that, but let's hope we don't have to result to those measures. i also think joe would intervene before it got that far.." - you

"damn right i would!" - joe

"joseph!" - you

"dada said bad word!" - savanna said causing everyone to laugh

"right, we don't say those do we princess?" - you

"nope!" - savanna

"sorry.." - joe looked at you

"you're okay babe." - you rolled your eyes, showing it wasn't a big deal

"we're here!" - jim announced

joe turned to me, trying to read my facial expressions and body language.

"you ready? you don't have to go on the field with me if you don't want to.. you can stay up in the box with mom and dad." - joe

"joey, i'm okay. i want to support you." - you

"but if your uncom-" - joe

"i'll be fine, i want to stay with you." - you

"can i stay with you dada?" - savanna

"i don't kn-" - you

"of course!" - joe smiled at savanna

i looked at him in surprise, he was organizing a whole event but he still said yes to anything his daughter asked him.

"yay!" - savanna excitedly clapped her hands

jimmy parked the car near the back entrance of the stadium, him and robin walking hand in hand in front of joe and i.

we split ways once joe found a security guard that would follow/guide us around. his parents going in the direction of the elevator to get to the box while joe and i continued straight.

joe had sav perched on his hip, his other hand guiding me as he had it on my lower back.

"mr. burrow! welcome!" - guy

"thank you, this is my wife y/n, and our daughter savanna." - he gestured to you and sam

"it's nice to meet you guys, let's get you guys down to the field." - guy

joe removed his hand from my back and grabbed my hand, lacing his fingers with mine.

"you can go with my parents if you want.. there are a lot of people here and i don't want you to get uncomfortable." - joe whispered

"joe... i'm fine, i want to stay with you." - you

"you sure?" - joe

"i'm very sure." - you

"okay." - joe started following the guy

he kept ahold of my hand so even though i was behind him, he still knew i was there.

once we got on the field joe had to put sav down because he had to start talking to people about the foundation.

i held savanna’s hand as i stood by joe, admiring how passionate he was about helping others.

once his speech for the group of people was over he turned to me.

"i felt like i was talking forever." - joe mumbled

"you did great." - you smiled as you pat his chest

"thanks, i just really hope i didn't talk too long to where the point didn't get across." - joe

"no no, it was perfect." - you

"okay. i want to head up to the box with my parents now." - joe

"lead the way, baby!" - you

once we were to the box joe still had to do some talking but eventually we were sitting down and just relaxing together as a family.

joe and i were sitting on a couch together, savanna sitting with her grandparents on the couch across the room.

my phone vibrated in my back pocket, pulling it out i read the caller ID and saw that it was my mom.

"hey momma, what's up?" - you

"what are all of these pictures of you in LSU gear?" - your mom

my mom knew full in well why i was wearing LSU gear, but because her and my dad met at the university of alabama.. he detested the purple and gold.

"it's for joe, momma. we’re at his charity event in baton rouge. i told you this." - you

"i raised you to be an alabama fan, you know that's where your dad and i attended and where we met." - your mom

"oh i know, i’ve only heard that story a hundred times. i'm going to support joe no matter what mom. even if it's a sin in bama, i'm gonna wear LSU purple for him." - you

in the corner of my eye i watched a smile creep onto joes face.

"i'm not actually mad y/n, i understand you'll do anything for him. but just remember you look pretty good in crimson red!" - your mom laughed

"okay.. bye momma. love you!" - you

i put my phone back in my pocket and leaned back into joes side.

"what was that about, i heard my name?" - joe

"my mom complaining about me wearing lsu merch when i was raised an alabama fan." - you

"it's not causing problems right?" - joe

"no no of course not, she was just messing with me. it's all good baby." - you

"okay good." - joe

i turned my head so i could look at him, his eyes meeting mine then shifting to my lips. joe had said before that lately he hadn’t felt such a strong hatred for public display of affection, but he hadn’t acted on that decision yet.

"there's a lot of cameras on us.." - you

"so?" - joes eyes met mine again

"you don't like pda, babe." - you chuckled

"it's different now, i'm not afraid to show everyone how much i love you.." - joe

i got butterflies in my stomach as a smile grew on my face.

joe slowly leaned in and i did too, our lips meeting and engaging in a sweet long kiss.

i laid my hand on his cheek, holding him as close as i could get him.

of course we didn't see it but robin had caught a glance of us and did a double take. she smiled as she got jimmy's attention and nodded in our direction.

"they're having fun, let 'em make out if they want to!" - jimmy

"i know! i wasnt complaining or anything, i've just never seen him so happy.. or go against his hatred for pda." - robin

"dear god.. are they ever going to come up for air?" - jimmy

joe and i pulled away from each other, our foreheads touching.

"i love you." - joe smiled

"i love you too." - you returned the smile

this was like a new milestone in our relationship, and i’d say it made us both very very happy.

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authors note: happy halloween!! here’s this imagine for a treat!!

hope you enjoyed! 🧡

#joe burrow #bengals #joe burrow imagine #joe burrow x reader #joey b #cincinnati bengals #joe burrow fan fic

[sylvanas-girlkisser]

Okay I had a thought, and now I can't get it out of my head: Whyy do you think ABO specificially has become such a prevalent kink, even in (f/f) fandoms that are otherwise very "resistant" to sexual content.

Like I can throw a rock into a crowd of Clexa fics and odds are I'll hit a 200k word dubcon daddy kink ABO fic; but if I want spanking I'll find maybe 2 examples, each of which is 3.2k words of which 2.9k is Lexa going "are you sure you're okay with being spanked?".

Working theory: it's a combination of it's origin in fandom resulting in it being seen as a trope instead of (rather than as well as) a kink; and a countercultural push against the lack of kink in fandom. I.e. you get to write something relatively kinky (breeding, marking, dubcon, D/S, intoxication, animalistic behavior etc.), but can avoid the callouts by saying its part of the AU.

#valk yelling at clouds #Yes we're back to the ABO discourse some day im making that fucking video essay

[butmakeitgayblog]

I watched last night's FTWD and the amount of times they name dropped Alicia's name was ridiculous . ADC's shoulders must be so sore carrying two crappy shows after she leaves. She'll prob be back for the finale as well as some sort of masochistic act to these shows.

Listen after seeing her ass show up as special Alien Space Daddy Lexa after like what? 6 years? Of being off the shit show nothing would surpise me at this point. She will throw bones to these bitches writing terrible television because 1. She knows she'll collect all the checks

And 2. She's fully aware that everywhere she goes she's a fan favorite. It's like her booking agent knows she does community outreach programs for these crusty ass shows after she leaves them.

That being said if I'm speaking my truth, which I always try to do, except when I'm lying for fun, ummm I don't think she should do it? They disrespected her and the work she put into that show for years. Passing her over to become the lead of the show to shoehorn in Borgan and basically relegating her to 3rd string backup ensamble was a slap in the face considering she was the only character left from the beginning. They knew she carried that show for years after they killed off Madison and still did all that. So it very well could be that they just use her name to garner buzz for fans to keep tuning in, we've seen that shit before 🙄

#anon #ftwd

[eternalreignblog]

BAD COP - Clexa AU

Rating: Explicit

Summary:

Lexa is on highway patrol and busts a cute young blonde speeding in Daddy’s Mustang. What will the naughty girl have to do to get out of trouble?

Starts off dubcon but actually turns out pretty fluffy as the story progresses.

Story is 90% smut.

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#bad cop #clexa #clexa fanfic #read the tags before reading the fic

[cascowriteswords]

my contribution to clexmas22

[Read on AO3]

My contribution to Clexmas this year, a growing up together Clexa story told through the lens of 9 Christmases/Christmas Eves over the course of 18 years. Completed one shot :) 

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Kindergarten

Clarke’s sweater is itchy. She fidgets with the neckline of it as she sits at her desk, feet that don’t reach the ground swinging idly back and forth beneath her. She can’t stop looking at the clock; practically all she can think about is the class Christmas party that they get to have after lunch. Her mom sent her to school this morning with a tray of snowball cookies and she knows that the rest of her classmates brought food, too, but what she’s most excited about is what’s tucked away in her cubby at the back of the room. There, she has a present for her best friend, Lexa, that she’s just dying to give to her.

Her teacher catches her glancing at the clock and then at her cubby for the umpteenth time and approaches, taking a peek at the drawing they’re supposed to be working on, Christmas cards for their parents. “This is excellent, Clarke,” she says. “Your parents will love it.”

“My daddy says he saves all of my drawings ‘cause I’m gonna be in a moozeem one day,” Clarke tells her proudly. Her eyes flick to the clock again, and her teacher smiles knowingly.

“Have you ever heard the saying ‘ a watched pot never boils ’, Clarke?”

Clarke shakes her head, momentarily distracted from her fixation on the time and impending party by the odd question. “It means that time passes slower when you’re waiting for something and it’s all you can think about,” the teacher explains. “So if you keep looking at the clock, it’s going to take even longer until you get to leave for lunch and the Christmas party.”

“I can’t help it,” Clarke says. “I have a present to give to Lexa. She’s gonna love it.”

“That’s exciting. I’m sure she will,” her teacher says. The woman looks across the room to where Lexa is sitting. She's in a white long sleeve turtle neck and a long plaid skirt and her feet do touch the ground in her chair because she's so tall even though she's scrawny. A blue colored pencil is gripped tightly in her hands as she draws, a look of concentration on her face. Clarke and Lexa had their seats separated only a few weeks into the school year due to their inability to stay quiet and focused during their lessons if they were sat next to each other. The two had only just met at the beginning of the year but their friendship bloomed immediately and voraciously to the point that they’re now nearly inseparable whenever given the chance.

“Do you know what I think might make the time pass a little faster?” the teacher asks. Clarke shakes her head, still fidgeting in her seat and plucking at the collar of her itchy Christmas sweater. She follows the teacher’s gaze over to Lexa and then looks back to her, curious. “How about I let you go sit with Lexa,” the teacher proposes.

Keep reading here 

#clexmas22 #lots of pining #lots of fluff #a fair amount of smut too #and several of your favorite tropes strewn throughout #like sharing a bed and an italicized oh and 'you've thought about this moment?' #clexa #new clexa #clexa modern au

[aphrodites-law]

for flame ❛ you’re beautiful, you know that? ❜

or for soldier ❛ will i see you again? ❜ or ❛ are you here to kill me? ❜

"Are you here to kill me?" Clarke asks.

Her apartment is smaller than Lexa expected. It’s a nice, secure building in the nicest area of the city. There’s a concierge. She imagined something like her penthouse. Marble, high quality wood and expensive art on the walls. Open spaces and big windows. Instead it looks like any other place. Cramped with well-used furniture. Tired plants here and there. Family pictures on the walls. 

And her.

Pictures of her. 

“Depends,” she answers. 

She knows everything there is to know about Clarke Griffin by now. Daughter of Jake Griffin, their fucking mayor, and Abigail Griffin, a surgeon who seems to spend more time on TV sets than in surgery. Clarke herself is a painter, of course, because who else but a rich daddy’s girl to succeed as an artist? 

"I know what you did,” Clarke says, voice shaking and eyes wet. “But it’s not you, Lex.”

“If you knew me at all you’d know I hate nicknames.” 

She sees the pain flash on Clarke’s face and it unsettles her. It should feel good to have that power. 

“You need to stop sniffing around,” she tells her coldly. “You have no fucking clue what you’re digging into.”

Clarke doesn’t move from behind the kitchen table, as if it can protect her. But Lexa isn’t actually here to kill. She shouldn’t even be here at all. 

“What did they do to you?” Clarke asks. 

“Gave me a life.”

Clarke shakes her head and moves away from the table, inching toward her. “You had a life. You worked harder than anyone I know—”

“And you liked having a charity project, didn’t you? Making me feel like I owed you?”

“No, you didn’t take a dime from me. You were proud and I loved—love that about you, even if yes, sometimes I wished you’d let me.”

“Nobody looked for me,” Lexa spits out. “Least of all you.”

“That’s not true!” Clarke exclaims. “I looked for months. I never stopped, Lexa. I looked even when the cops told me it was a closed case. I don’t know what those sick, twisted people filled your head with, but none of it is true. We were together. We loved each other.”

At that, Lexa feels anger flare inside her. “I’d never love you,” she spits out. 

“Lexa-”

“I’d fuck rich,” she tells her with a dark smile, “but I’d never love it.” 

Clarke feels her heart shatter and her pleas die in her throat. It’s like hearing a stranger. A hateful, cruel stranger. Yet it’s the woman she loves. Beneath it all, it has to be. 

“Whatever I did, I did it to survive,” Lexa continues. “I can imagine it. Easy rich girl, comfortable bed, stocked fridge…” 

“Stop,” Clarke whispers, “It wasn’t like that.” 

“Is that what this is about?” Lexa asks, cornering her against the counter. “You’re upset your little toy left before you could ditch it?” 

Clarke shakes her head, holding her gaze. They’re so close she can see her eyes clearer now, but the green and grey shades have turned darker, almost unrecognisable. They’ve done something to her. To her mind and her body. Clarke wants to weep, but she knows it’ll make Lexa glad. 

“I’m sorry you could even believe that,” she says. “But I’m not giving up on you. You’ll have to kill me.” 

They are so close she can feel the heat of Lexa’s body. It’s not natural—something else they changed about her. Clarke hates them for it, even if they don’t have a face yet. 

“It would be easy,” Lexa murmurs, eyes glancing at her lips. “Probably my easiest yet.”

“Good,” Clarke snaps, “Then do it. Get it over with.” 

Lexa reaches for her hip, her fingers pressing into her skin. Clarke holds her breath, heart pounding. 

“I wonder what I thought, when I held you like this before,” Lexa muses aloud. 

Clarke clings to hope she can connect to a part of her. That she can reach her somehow. How can you erase a person’s entire existence? Their feelings? “I want you to listen to something. Something that’s kept me going for months. Then you can tell me if I’m stupid for still believing in us."

She reaches for her phone on the counter, aware that Lexa follows her every move like a hawk. She knows she wouldn’t stand a chance if she tried to run, not that she would try. Her body feels exhausted. 

With a shaky hand, she finds her messages and presses play on the only one she’s ever kept: 

“It’s me,” Lexa says softly. “Sorry if it’s loud, I’m on the train. You’re probably in the shower or something. I wish I’d stayed longer.” There’s a rattling sound and then Lexa seems to find a quieter spot. “I’m sorry I left in a rush. I got spooked. And I know it’s a thing you’re supposed to do in person but… I—I love you, too. You just took me by surprise. I thought you were fucking with me, honestly. That’s how fucked the whole thing is—Fuck, sorry, I said I’d stop swearing so much.” Lexa huffs like she's exasperated with herself. “I should’ve stayed. I love you. I don’t need a list, do I? Well, your tits are at the top.” There’s a pause and a sigh. “That’s not romantic. You know what I mean. I’m shit at this. Your smile is at the top. Your voice. The way you... When you look at me. Yeah. I think that’s the best feeling in the world—being seen by you. Waking up next to you. I’m sorry I couldn't say it to your face. But I will. I just needed... Needed to get it out like this first. Alright, that’s it. You’ll say I’m rambling again because I’m nervous. You’re probably right. I love you, Clarke. I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

When the message ends, Lexa glances back at her, her eyes impassive. She retracts her hand and steps away, but Clarke can’t read her at all. She’d been so sure it would jolt something in Lexa. At least a memory. A feeling. But her face shows nothing. Somehow, it’s worse than anger. 

“One day,” Lexa starts, her voice flat but not cruel this time, “you’ll chase your ghost too far and it’ll get you killed.” 

Clarke feels her hope crumble then, but still she pushes through the pain. “I guess we’ll have to find out.”

Lexa nods, then walks away. “Guess so.”

#f: soldier #w #clexa

[kpforpresident]

What if they bonded over a snack then fell in love in like 30 minutes

A baby clexa au because this is the only world i can possibly imagine this happening in 

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Clarke wipes a small, dirt-crusted hand across the knees of her overalls as she waits, blinking into the bright sunshine that beats down on her french braids. Once neat and lovingly tied with blue ribbons when she boarded the bus this morning, they were now messy from a morning of running around in class, the wind playing with the baby-fine blonde wisps that had fought their way out of the careful plaiting. Tiny velcro shoes tapped impatiently against the crumbling asphalt, the sound of laughing school children floating through the air as Clarke craned her head back to watch the birds flap flap flapping their wings away, a tiny black v in the blue sky. 

Mummy said that they flew away from the cold, heading south (where Nana and Poppa lived) because they didn’t like the cold. Dad tapped Clarke’s nose when she said that, mentioning that Mummy would like to fly with them somewhere warm. Mommy dried her hands on a dishtowel, responding with an eye roll that Daddy wouldn’t know a beach vacation if it bit him in the rhymes-with-grass. 

Whatever that meant. 

Heavy breathing popped up next to Clarke’s ear as she whipped her head down, her gaze meeting bright green eyes. Lexa impatiently shoving away her sweaty bangs as she plopped triumphantly next to Clarke, waving her prize in the air, the crinkle of thin plastic making  tiny ears perk up. 

“Anya said I could have hers,” Lexa whispered gleefully as she held the extra dessert aloft. In the distance a lanky fourth grader watched the two kindergarteners with a small smile before going back to playing tetherball with her friends, always keeping an eye on the duo. 

Keeping an watch out for the recess monitor Mr. Pike, Clarke waved impatient pudgy fingers in the air as Lexa danced around her best friend, tiny green corduroy pants cuffed neatly, black top somehow spotless despite their morning of making paper maché bowls around deflating balloons. Clarke’s white t-shirt was coated in glue beneath her jean overall straps, a small amount of purple also stuck to a flushed cheek. 

Lexa squeezes into the swing next to Clarke, giggling as Clarke balances a careful arm around a petite frame. 

“You got it,” Clarke whispers with awe, eyes glued to the small brownie studded with bright colored candies. Lexa nods in affirmative as tiny hands scrabble to pull open the wrapper. Unable to master it, she hands it over to Clarke with a pout. Clarke unwraps her hand from around Lexa without complaint, pulling the tab and happily handing the prize back to the victor. 

Lexa’s smile splits her freckled face as she carefully splits the brownie in half, handing half to Clarke. They two eat in content silence for a moment, Clarke licking frosting off her fingers as Lexa savors hers. 

Clarke lands a sticky kiss on Lexa’s cheek, the recipient flushing crimson as she places a revenant hand on the place where clumsy lips met skin. 

“Thanks, Lexa,” Clarke breathes as she leans a content head against a bony shoulder. Lexa merely nudges her head against Clarke’s, both stacked in the worn swing, gangly limbs entangled so it was hard to tell where one girl started and the other ended. 

Sixth grade science teacher Raven stood with Octavia, both biting back smiles as they watched the two girls fondly. 

“I can’t separate them,” Octavia sighed in mild frustration, the tugging of her lips giving away her true feelings. “They’re glued at the damn hip.”

Raven raised her coffee to her lips, speaking into the metal rim as she nudged the kindergarten teacher playfully. 

“We were the exact same way, O. Now we’ve been dating for six years. Who knows where they will end up?”

Octavia raised her eyes as she watched the pair, Clarke now pushing Lexa on the swing as she squealed with laughter with every push. 

“I have no idea where they’ll be when they’re our age, Rae. But I bet you a hundred dollars that they’re together.” 

The two women smiled quietly as they stood side by side, the beautiful fall day sparkling around them.

#anon prompts #kpprompts #i have never had o and raven date because i am team Ranya #but it didn't work in this fic so here ya go #baby clexa #clexa

[lexa-griffins]

Picture this, Daddy Clarke wearing those same clothes with soft baby girl Lexa wearing her black nightgown with the high slit 🥵 Lexa is gonna be seeing stars all night long

Assuming you are refering to /the/ Daddy Clarke outfit aka

Oh it just goes so well with

I am picturing it, i am staring at it, i am thinking it. This just matches so damn well, anon, your mind. Good GOD!

#letter opened #im gonna need a second to process this imagery actually #its truly TRULY is giving all those daddy clarke/babygirl Lexa vibes #!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #i need to do something with this #a drawing a prompt.... SOMETHING #going INSANE right now #clexa

[owl127]

What about another snippet in the life of the clexa family in 'Yours'? I love that series😭 little Serah has my heart

So many things come to my mind!! Like, Clarke playing rugby with little Serah and she breaks a tooth and Clarke tries to hide it from Lexa;

Teenage Serah kissing Liam and Anya finding out, and then it's chaos between overprotective mothers;

Family vacation where Serah tells Lexa another woman called her mom "hot daddy" and Lexa being super jealous and Clarke bribing Serah not to tell Lexa those things;

Clarke being a super protective mom when Lexa is pregnant with the twins;

As Serah grows, someone points out the similarities she has with Clarke and Clarke promptly cries like a baby (Serah has always been a mini-Lexa, but after puberty she started to show more of Clarke's traits);

The following parent's night at school (from the fic) where Clarke is the Best Mom™️, and Lexa LOVES to show her off to the other moms who always criticized her for being a single mom;

Gosh, I can keep going here

#ask the owl #clexa #yours #does anything resonate with you? #this fic is so special to me #i was struggling with a lot back then (i started this what #in 2014? #even as a writer I was still maturing (it never ends honestly) #so it means so much to me that people like it #💜

[locker42]

It's my 2 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

That’s how long I’ve been around and I’d like to say thank you to all the support and love I’ve been getting here!

To celebrate, I wanted to do an official 2 YEARS ANNIVERSARY and present you all something:

Basically, you choose between the following options and make a request or message or you can just leave a comment, whatever you prefer. And I write what you requested.

🔥 Smut-

- Voyeurism.

- Somnophilia.

- Daddy/Mommy.

- Bondage.

- Edging.

- Overstimulation.

(If you want anything else just ask🥰).

😻Fluff -

- Anything you can think of that has fluff in it.

🖤Angst -

Anything you can think of.

Character list:

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank.

John B Routledge.

Pope Heyward.

Rafe Cameron.

Barry.

Ward Cameron.

Kiara Carrera.

Sarah Cameron.

Kelce.

Topper Thornton.

The 100:

Bellamy Blake.

Clarke Griffin.

Octavia Blake.

Jasper Jordan.

Monty Green.

Lincoln.

Raven Rayes.

John Murphy.

Lexa.

The Vampire Diaries:

Damon Salvatore.

Stefan Salvatore.

Elena Gilbert.

Katherine Pierce.

Bonnie Bennet.

Devina Claire.

Kol Mikealson.

Klaus Mikealson.

Elijah Mikealson.

Rebekah Mikealson.

Finn Mikealson.

Tom Avery.

Enzo.

Actores:

Rudy Pankow.

Drew Starkey.

Austin North.

Jonathan Daviss.

Madison Bailey.

Madelyn Cline.

Chase Stokes.

Tom Holland.

Ian Somerhalder.

Paul Wesley.

Harry Styles.

(If you want anyone who’s not on the list then ask me).

#2 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank #damon salvatore #rudy pankow #drew starkey #kiara carrera #sarah cameron #topper thornton #rafe cameron #katherine pierce #elena gilbert #stefan salvatore #tom holland #peter parker #harry styles #kol mikaelson #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikealson x reader #tom avery

[scribbling-punk]

Added To Patreon This Week.

7 new posts are available to read early...

Sweet Girl: Rojascorp aftercare with Mommy Andrea and ducky PJs.

Sheltered Dove - Chapter 9: Kara runs into an unknown substance while Cat and Lena are obliviously lost in each other. Earlier chapters can be found on AO3.

Hunted: Talder, 1600s AU drabble with Daddy Sarah.

Out: A fluffy SwanQueen drabble with Daddy Emma.

Snow Day: Dansen + Lena fluffy drabble prompt fill.

Gotta Lose Yourself Sometimes (And Dance Out In The Rain): Parts 1 & 2 of a Supercorp Alpha/omega office romance.

Coming next....

Convenience - Chapter 6: Kara tentatively begins her training as they look into her likes and dislikes.

Chained - Chapter 3: The new (hopefully better) version continues with an unexpected visitor and a red-veined reveal.

Knock Me Down With A Smile: An epilogue for a patron request; a wee glimpse into what Clarke and Lexa are getting up to.

Changes: 2 or 3 new chapters, some fluff, some smut, and some angst as they begin their legal challenge against the auction house.

Gotta Lose Yourself Sometimes (And Dance Out In The Rain): The third chapter of a Alpha/omega Supercorp office romance.

And so much more...

Come find me on Patreon for early access to fics, original character works, sneak peeks, polls, and prompts.

#Rojascorp #Cat x Lena #Supercorp #Superrojascorp #Talder #Dansen #clexa

[good-griief]

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[sylvanas-girlkisser]

Another fun story from bartending the local gay bar:

So, my personal aesthetic is kinda like a chubbier, hairier modern au!Lexa.

For whatever reason this aesthetic is like catnip to effeminate gay men. Most of them are very polite and understanding when i tell them I'm a trans woman, but every so often you get a twink who's a little drunk and a lot horny.

And especially if he hears I've got a well paying "academic" job (programmer) I apparently turn into sugar daddy Khal Drogo in his eyes.

I don't really hold it against them cause when you're drunk and horny everyone looks pretty. I do however find it very funny, how every so often there will be a guy at the bar DESPERATE for my attention and I will fully not notice.

Most likely cause I'm too engrossed in a conversation about League of Legends or w/e with a girl named something like "Celestine".

#valk yelling at clouds #this post brought to you by the 30 something twink begging me to get Snapchat