my legs are gorgeous

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.
Fueled By Desire (NSFW 18+)

A/N: So, today has been a crazy day but I started writing this last night and wanted to post it tonight ! So I wrote it in virtually 24 hours, so I hope it didn’t suck to bad. I planned on posting it earlier but I had a bit of writers block. This a Theo smut that you can thank @hardladyheart for. She’s filled my mind with dirty Theo thoughts. (Fun fact’ this gif is actually mine and my blog name used to be twfanfic-af)

Thanks to: @writing-obrien and @hardladyheart for editing and proof reading.


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if people were elements,
then we are ice and fire.

your touch is frost upon my burning skin,
my breath melts your frozen heart.
your kiss is cool against my lips,
and my heat warms you all the way down
to the tips of your toes.

and although we could complement each other,
beckon the other away from the end of polarity
to come and meet in the middle,
too much of one

will eliminate the other.

—  and i’d never forgive myself if i caused your destruction, c.j.n.
First woman to officially run Boston Marathon finishes race again at 70
Fifty years after becoming the first woman to officially finish the Boston Marathon, Kathrine Switzer has done it again.
By ABC News

Fifty years after becoming the first woman to officially finish the Boston Marathon, Kathrine Switzer has done it again.

“I’m exhilarated,” she told ABC News after finishing the 26.2-mile race on Monday. “All the way along the route, people had heard my story, saw my bib, and they were holding signs up that read ‘261 Fearless’ and 'Go, Kathrine!’ They were screaming and going crazy. It was amazing, especially the little girls who were there with their moms. They were just jumping up and down.”

Behind pioneering female runner’s return to Boston Marathon 50 years later

Switzer, 70, crossed the finish line with an unofficial time of 4:44:31, just 24 minutes slower than her time as a 20-year-old. She said it has always been her dream to return to the streets of Boston after making history there in 1967.

“It’s just an enormous sense of gratitude for the city of Boston, the streets of Boston, which changed my life and helped pave the way for what is nothing less than a social revolution in women’s running,” she said. “When I crossed the finish line — to celebrate 50 years of looking back and seeing the huge progress and changes that have been made — I can only say that I’m extremely grateful for the experience.”

Switzer signed up for the 1967 Boston Marathon, which until that point was predominantly run by men, as K.V. Switzer. While women were not officially barred from the course, people did not believe women were capable of running such a distance. A woman previously ran the race without a bib number. Race officials did not know that Switzer was running until she entered the second mile of the race. That’s when race official Jock Semple ran up behind her and tried to rip off her bib in order to disqualify her. She was able to break free of his grasp, and her boyfriend shoved him to the ground. She kept running, becoming a symbol of girl power in sports.

Switzer said she was thinking of Semple, who later became her friend, as she passed that spot in the race today. Semple died in 1988.

“I just blew him a big kiss. I said, 'There you go, Jock,’” she said. “This was the guy who, for better or worse, changed my life. As it turned out, it was for better. At the time, it was a terrible experience, but in the fullness of time, it was the best thing that ever happened to me.”

Switzer donned her original bib number, 261, for the 2017 race. This time around, she was accompanied by 125 runners raising money for her charity, 261 Fearless, which helps empower women and girls through running. After she crossed the finish line, the Boston Athletic Association retired her bib number.

Having fought sexism when she ran Boston the first time, she said she already knows the next boundary she has to break through: ageism.

“People are saying about old people in sports what they used to say about women — 'You shouldn’t push yourself, you’re too weak, you’re too fragile, you might break, don’t push it,’” Switzer said. “I don’t think there’s any limit for aging, and I think this is the next new frontier.”

Kenyan policewoman Edna Kiplagat wins Boston Marathon in unofficial time of 2 hours, 21 minutes, 53 seconds

After finishing the race, she said, she wanted a “cup of coffee and a piece of chocolate.” She plans to celebrate with a Boston-brewed draft beer over dinner with her husband and friends tonight. She said she has no intention of making this her last marathon: She hopes to compete in the New York Marathon in the future.

Her goal is for her story to inspire women of all ages to be active, strong and confident in themselves, she said. For her, that strength was on display down to the smallest detail.

“I had a choice of what to wear today — capris or shorts. At 70, my legs are not gorgeous like they were when I was 28. And I said, 'I’m wearing the shorts,’” Switzer said. “I’ve got 70-year-old legs, and they deserve to look gnarly. But I don’t care, because I just want to run and run well.”

insecurities ( a danisnotonfire smut)

fic for my dear chubby anon and anyone who has ever felt insecure about their weight being too much or anything like that . Throughout this fic I had shape of you by ed sheersn stuck in my head sdjkjkds. Also every time I type the words “pussy” and “clit” and “coc” I have to stop writing for a second and cringe really hard :))))

Are you ready yet?” Dan called from behind the door. You both were preparing to go for a YouTube party dan had been invited to and you’d saved up a lot of money to buy a dress you fell in love with while shopping, but as you stood in the bathroom actually wearing said dress, you felt like you had made a horrible mistake. It didn’t seem to fit how you imagined it to, and didn’t highlight the curves you wanted. You stared at the mirror, vision blurring as your eyes brimmed with tears.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Dan said as he opened the bathroom door slightly, poking his head in. When he saw you were crying, he opened the door fully and stepped in.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked, his eyes full of concern. He came closer to you, snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you against his front, placing his head on top of yours.

“I don’t think I want to go to the party anymore” you began, taking in a shaky breath. “I um- I don’t feel so well”

“That’s okay, we can just stay home. But why are you crying?” He questioned, turning you around to face him.

You stayed quiet for a second, not knowing what to say. You closed your eyes so you wouldn’t have to look in his big brown eyes. “Why are you even with me?” You finally asked, opening your eyes again.

“What?” he replied, his eyebrows shooting up in confusion. “Because I love you. Why would you even doubt that?”

“I don’t know” you answered, sighing. “It’s just… you’re such a great person. You could get any girl you want. Someone prettier, smarter, friendlier, thinner-”

“Is that what this is about?” He interrupted, looking even more surprised. “You’d think I’d pick someone over you just because they’re thinner?”

“I wouldn’t blame you, to be honest. I don’t get it. How can you love this?” You said, gesturing to your reflection in the mirror.

“Because you’re funny” he began, taking a step closer to you and holding your waist. “and interesting, and clever and cute” he continued, kissing your forehead. “You’re not pretty, your fucking beautiful”

He tilted his head down and connected his lips with yours, kissing you tenderly. You kissed him back just as softly, running your hands through his dark brown hair and tracing a finger down the nape of his neck which made him shiver. He bit on your lip before pulling away from the kiss. He trailed his kisses down your cheek and your jaw, sucking lightly on the skin there. By the time he got to your collarbones, you were a moaning mess. “Sh, I’m going to show you just how much I love every inch of you” he whispered against your skin before continuing his venture down your body. He kissed your cleavage lightly, before reaching behind you and pulling the zip down.

It felt weird to be the one being worshipped like this. Usually, you enjoyed pleasing the fuck out of Dan but you had to admit, it was amazing switching roles.

He gently pushed the sleeves of the dress down your shoulders so it dropped to your ankles, revealing the special lingerie you had bought just for the dress. “Fuck, you’re so hot” he breathed out, eying you up and down. “I don’t understand how you could think you are anything less than perfect”

He leant in again to the cleavage the bra exposed and left a trail of kisses from your torsos to your belly button, going on his knees. You were feeling impatient now. It took everything in you not to grab him by the shirt and ride him into the sunset. But Dan had other ideas. He placed another gentle kiss on the panties you were wearing, before pulling them down with both hands. “You’re so perfect” he said, admiring your pussy. He looked up at you, making eye contact as he licked from your entrance to your clit. It was exactly what you wanted and you couldn’t help but let out a content moan.

Dan smiled at this, before backing away. "I want to try something” he declared, holding your hand and leading you to the bedroom. He lay on the bed and beckoned you to come closer. You obeyed, straddling his jean clad lap but this didn’t seem to be enough for him. He pulled you towards his face until you wre hovering over his mouth. "Dan! I’m going to smother you” you warned, feeling the urge to leave again.

“No you won’t. Besides, it would be an honour for me to die with my fave in between your gorgeous legs” he said, before yanking your hips with his large hands.

All of a sudden, his mouth was everywhere at once and his tongue was working wonders on areas you didn’t even know were pressure points. You are an absolute mess over him, but he seemed to be enjoying your distress. You looked down at him , watching as he ate you out like an animal, desperately trying to get you off. You were so close, so incredibly fucking close, but you didn’t even have the energy to warn him. Subconsciously, you began to gently rock backwards and forwards on Dan’s mouth. It was all too much. Just one more lick, one more kiss and you’d be done for.

Dan groaned against your core which sent vibrations everywhere and before you knew it, you were coming on your boyfriend’s face. He finally loss ends his grip on your hips and you scooted off him, grinning sheepishly. “That was amazing” you said, unbuttoning his jeans. “Now it’s time to repay you”

“No, y/n. Tonight it’s all about you” he said, taking your hands away from his belt buckle. You watched as he took of his jeans himself, the obvious erection making you cross your legs in anticipation. He pulled his member out of his boxers, stroking it a few times before lining himself up with you. “I’d only ever want to do this with you, y/n. You’ve got me head over heels in love with you”

With that, he pushed inside you, making you yell out from your sensitivity. He didn’t give you time to adjust as he started a steady rhythms of thrusts, rocking his body against yours.“Fuck, you’re so t-tight” he stutters, eyes closed in euphoria. You moaned in response, nails scraping down his back. You were both incredibly close, you because of your sensitivity and him because he had been turned on for so long.

“Dan- fuck!- I’m close again” you managed to say, breath coming out in uneven pants.

“Don’t cum until I say so” he instructed, getting a bit of his dominance back. You whimpered at his words, trying your hardest not to explode over him.

“Fuck! Okay let go, princess” he whispered. Without hesitation you came hard, this time stronger than last time. He came with you, face buried into your neck. After you both caught your breaths again, he rolled over beside you and held you close. “Repeat after me: "I am perfect just the way I am” he ordered, nuzzling into your neck.

“I’m not saying that” you replied, rolling your eyes at him. You felt him bite at your neck, which made you giggle. “Alright, alright, I am perfect just the way I am”

You felt him smile against your neck. “You better believe that, okay? I wouldn’t want you any other way”

You drifted to sleep with these words ringing in your ears and his strong arms around you, making you feel protected, safe. Making you feel like maybe everything was going to be okay.


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Lucaya Oneshots Chapter 9: Were you ever going to tell me, a girl meets world fanfic | FanFiction

#55 Were you ever going to tell me?

Lucas x Maya

High school sophomores

Not dating but best friends

Maya sat on a blanket, leaning against a tree, with her sketch book against her knees. Lucas was laid out in front of her, his hands tucked beneath his head. His eyes were closed and a peaceful look graced his face. Maya glanced up from her pad and continued to sketch the scenery in front of her. The two sat in a shaded spot somewhere in the heart of central park. They came out here so Maya could finish her landscape assignment and Lucas refused to let her go alone.

“Hey Huckleberry. How does this look so far?” Maya held her book above his face and he slowly opened his eyes.

“Maya, everything you draw looks fantastic, including this.” He said as he rolled onto his side to face her.

“Thanks Ranger Rick. I wasn’t sure about making the people smudged but I guess it works.”

“It does. It looks really great. You will get an A on this assignment for sure.” Lucas swore he saw the faintest hint of blush on her cheeks as she pulled back her sketch and continued to draw. The sound of a moving pencil across the paper was always a soothing sound to Lucas especially when it was the purposeful movements of Maya.

The way Maya made her art was a lot different than other people. She loved being in noisy places and loved to talk. Her subjects were usually alive and moving. Her art involved a lot of movement in all.

“So Huckleberry,” Maya started as she flipped to a new page in her sketch book. Lucas rolled onto his back again, “Anything new in your life? We haven’t had much time to talk because of exams.” Lucas smiled, loving their conversations.

“Not really.” Maya looked him in the eyes and frowned slightly.

“I heard you talking to Marcus the other day in the hallway. I was hoping you would just tell me but I guess I’ll have to force it out of you.” Lucas’s eyes popped open, “You like someone and you didn’t tell me.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” Lucas tried to lie but Maya saw right through him.

“Liar Friar! You told Marcus that you like someone but you refused to give him a name.” Lucas covered his face with his hands, “So come on… what’s her name?”

“I’m not gonna say.” His words were muffled by his hands but Maya could still hear him.

“Please? We’re best friends. The only reason you wouldn’t tell me is because…” Lucas could tell her gears were turning and that scared him, “Do I know her?” Lucas shrugged, “Give me some adjectives.”

“Fine.” He struggled to think of things that won’t give his secret crush away, “She’s smart and she’s tough and she’s just beautiful. She’s so beautiful.”

“Gosh Ranger Rick. You must really like this girl. You didn’t talk about riley like this last year.” Lucas grimaced and she instantly took back her words, “That’s not what I meant. I know you liked her a lot.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have told you.” Lucas said quietly.

“Were you ever going to tell me?” Maya asked.

“I doubt it. I am never going to act upon it.”

“Why not?” Maya stopped drawing, “You seem like you really like her.”

“I do.” Lucas hesitated, “But she would never go with it.” Maya didn’t say anything. She just stared at her drawing with her mouth slightly agape, “I don’t know why I’m telling you this. You don’t like touchy feely stuff.”

“Well, you don’t actually know how she will react unless you pursue it.” Maya said and Lucas sighed, “Plus, if that doesn’t work out I know a ton of girls that want you.” Lucas eyed her, “What? You are all the talk in the girl’s bathroom.” Lucas let out a small laugh.

“Are you serious?”

“Of course! Have you not noticed it? They all talk about how hot you are. It’s mostly the freshman, the girls in our grade know you don’t just go for random girls. But oh boy! They will have a field day when they find out you have a crush on someone.” Maya said taunting him.

“Maya! Don’t you dare! You cannot tell anyone!” Lucas now sat up and stared at her.

“Don’t worry hop-a-long. I won’t tell anyone. With one condition.” Lucas groaned, “You have two options. One, you can tell me who this mystery girl is ooooooooor you can buy my paint supplies for a month.”

“A month? That is so expensive. What do you even need?”

“I don’t know yet. Probably some acrylic paint and maybe some brushes. But yeah, it’s expensive.” Lucas contemplated his actions.

“Okay. If you were in my situation, what would you do?” He twisted himself so he was sitting with his legs crossed in front of her.

“I would buy my gorgeous talented friend art supplies.” He eyed her, “Fine. Honestly, I don’t know. It’s a tough situation.” She paused her hand movements and gazed at her drawing. Her drawing of Lucas. She quickly went back to her landscape piece, hiding her newest creation. “How much do you like her?”

“A lot.” He sighed, “I just love being around her, she makes me smile. Her laugh is one of the greatest things out there and I don’t know…”

“It sounds like you do know. What girl do you hang out with besides me and Riley? We are with you basically all day everyday.” Lucas looked around the park, diverting his gaze from her. Maya, who noticed is averted gaze, flipped back to her light sketch of Lucas. Her pencil glided on the paper in a sharp line, creating his defined jaw. The slight curve of his lips, and the obvious arches of his eyebrows. The soft glimmer in his eyes that held wonder always had a way to captivate her. His face was so determined yet so easy to do whatever others pleased. Maya bit her lip slightly as she shaded his cheeks and neck. The sketch was gorgeous. It’s because I have a gorgeous subject she thought. Her thought stunned her. She dropped her notebook making Lucas look towards her. He picked up her pad and examined the drawing of himself.

“You really are gifted.” This wasn’t unusual for him, Maya loved using her friends as subjects. But the emotion, the passion that came with this drawing.

“Thanks.” Her voice was low, “Hey!” Not anymore, “Don’t change the subject. Look, I won’t make you buy my supplies just tell me her name.”

“Maya.” The word had two different meanings to both of them.

“No. No negotiating. Just say her name.” Maya had no idea that he was saying her name.

“Maya.” Lucas said again, meeting her gaze.

“Lucas. Tell. Me. Her. Name” Maya was growing agitated.

“Maya.” Lucas said patiently.

“Ugh. Yes. Maya, that’s my name. But what is hers?”

“Maya.” Lucas said.

“Oh my god,” She drawled out annoyed, “That’s my name, Lucas. That’s my name.” Smack. It hit her, “That’s my name. Lucas.” Her heartbeat picked up, “What’s the girl’s name?”

“Maya.” Her heart slammed against her chest, “Her name is Maya.” Lucas was looking staring at her.

“What’s her last name?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

“Look, I really don’t thi—“

“What is her name?” Maya interrupted.

“It’s you. I…”

“Like? Love?” Maya said but he didn’t answer, “I can’t do this. Not to Riley, not now.” Maya jumped to her feet, threw her backpack over her shoulder and rushed away from Lucas.


He showed up at her window later that night, her notebook in his hand. He tapped his knuckled against the glass and waited for her to open it before slightly leaning in. He dropped her notebook on her floor and turned to walk away. Maya reached out for him, grabbing his collar and yanking him back. Her hands lightly cupped his neck and she kissed him. Lucas’s eyes popped open for a second before he sank into it, leaning farther into her room. Maya broke the kiss, gazing into his eyes.

“Riley might kill us.” Lucas laughed and pulled her into another kiss, smiling as she kissed him back.

Clumsy Little Thing

Sumary:  It was Valentine’s Day, and yet, you would have to stay inside the Avenger’s Tower. But would you be alone, though?

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff X Reader

Word Count: 1,139

Warning: Fluff! Broken leg, Mentions of pain, cursing. 

(A/N): Yeah, you read it right. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO GO OUT ON VALENTINE’S DAY. BUT MY LAZY ASS NEVER FINISHED IT. Therefore, the idea came out with the help and for @fangirlandnerd, she was with a breaked leg and it was supposed to be a gif, but guess what? It never appeared to the sun when she still had the plaster on the leg. But oh well. (btw, this is my first Nat x Reader)


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It was Valentine’s Day and you were able to break your leg as soon as you stepped out of your room.

“You are one clumsy little thing, Y/N.” Doctor Banner said, making your cheeks heat in shame for having to keep him there when he was all dressed up to a date

“I’m sorry, Doc.” You mumbled with your jaw locked, trying to ignore the pain and what pain. He smiled after patching you up, grabbing some pain relief pills from the shelf

“Take them at every 6 hours and get some rest, yes? It won’t take long for your body to heal, since you have the serum and stuff.” As you nodded, a redhead busted through the door, looking as pale as she has ever been

“What happened? Steve told me you were on the nursery?” Natasha got next to the bed you were, looking at your leg and frowning her brows like she was in pain, that made you giggle and feel a warm wave be send through all your body with the thought of Nat being worried about you. Her hand found its way to yours and you almost purred when she started to make gentle circles on the back of your hand with her thumb.

“I just broke my leg.” You took your time to study Nat; she was looking gorgeous – like always –, and as soon as you realized that she was also dressed to go on a date, your smile died, the feeling of your heart sinking made you gently slid your hand out of hers

“She can’t get out of here for the next hours.” Bruce said as she frowned her brows with your action, nodding with her head while you sighed, thinking how you would be easily bored as soon as they get out.

And, you being bored wasn’t something safe, your broken leg was a prove of it.

“I’ll stay with her; you can go to your date, Doctor.” He snapped his head from his clipboard to look at Natasha and back to you

You maintained in silence, it’s not like you wanted her to go on a date, anyways.

“She needs to take those pills at every six hours and try to make her stand still the best you can.”

“Hey! I’m not that hyperactive!” They sarcastically hummed in agreement and you rolled your eyes, trying to reach to the pills and to the cup, before you could stretch yourself even more, Natasha grabbed them and handed to you, flashing you with a smile that made you forget the pain for a second

Bruce left after smiling at the sweet scene, everyone knew you both loved each other and they were okay with that, but they were getting tired of asking to one of you told the other how you felt, since you two would always deny.

They just wanted to see you two together ASAP.

“Do you want to go to your room? So you can stay more comfortable?” She used her hands to brush your hair with kindness, looking at you with a lovingly stare.

“I thought Bruce said for you to keep me quiet?” You couldn’t help the chuckle to come out before you sighed and leaned your cheek more into her hand, almost as an involuntary act, that didn’t stop Natasha from almost falling on her knees with the sight of you

“He did, but we’ll use a wheelchair. I want you to stay comfortable and I’m pretty sure that at this hour you would like to be watching a stupid romance, crawled under your cushions, wouldn’t you?” It was ridiculous how good she knew you, the only thing you were able to do was nod with your head and grin sweetly at her.

Minutes later, you were laying on your bed with Natasha awkwardly standing and checking her wristwatch, as if she had something to do and expected you to sleep soon, sighing in disappointment, you mumbled

“Hey, if you have a date… You can go… I’ll just lay down and watch something”

Her head snapped at you, confusion and something else trespassing her eyes

“Are you trying to get rid of me, love?” Your cheeks heated with the petname “I don’t have a date, so you don’t have to worry… I’ll be here with you. That is, if you want to.”

That was the first time you saw Natasha asking for something without actually doing it, since she was the kind of woman that would just Say it.

You felt the wave of relief pass your whole body, not being able to control the smile as you patted the place next to you on the bed, calling her to sit next to you.

“Come here, if you are staying with me, at least get comfortable.” Natasha smiled, taking off her high heels and laying by your side, snuggling you under her arm.

“You know you’ll probably sleep because of the pain relief, right?” You nodded, throwing your good leg over hers and hugging her waist while watching the movie start. Her hand caressing your hair while you kept backing your eyes at her cherry lips, when you looked sleepy, Natasha turned off your TV and started to sing a lullaby in Russian. Her sweet voice filling the air as you stroked her hip, feeling her lips on your hair.

“You scared me, my heart almost stopped when I heard you were in the infirmary.” You chuckled at her mumble, hugging her tighter and closing your eyes ready to sleep, after a couple minutes, you heard her soft whisper: “And you just had to break your leg right when I was about to call you on a date, didn’t you?”

Your face snapped so quickly at her that it made her lose the air out of the longs, surprised that you were still awake.

“Say that again?” Natasha looked around the room, searching for any excuse, starting to get out of the bed when you made extra-effort to get up, sitting on her lap with your legs at the sides of her thighs.

“You’re going to hurt your leg even more, moya lyubov’!” Grinning, your cupped her face, leaning down and kissing her like you wanted for a long time.

Natasha, a trained assassin, one of the black widows, trained by the red room/KGB, with amazing reflexes, was frozen.

You took her by surprise, but she was quick to recover and kiss you back, her hands caressing yours and feeling that same bubbly sensation on her stomach.

She backed away slightly, giving time to breathe while resting her forehead on yours.

“I would love to go on a date with you.” Natasha smiled at your whisper, leaning in to kiss you again and she knew.

It was the second kiss of many to come.

Condemn to a forever tagging: @fangirlandnerd @tommys-girl1980

anonymous asked:

Can we get a happy version where Cor doesn't lose his child? I feel he needs more happiness in his life.

YES ANON. YES WE CAN! <3 Gonna write this as a fem!reader insert, because it’s more immersive that way (unless you don’t identify with the gender- erm sorry to all those who don’t, I’ll be writing more gender neutral stuff or other fills hehe :D) It’s also turned into quite a long scenario/ficlet- but the more, the better- right? xD

 Cor has just turned his phone back on after getting back from a particularly annoying hunt on the outskirts of Insomnia. He slumps down on his sofa and groans tiredly, leaning the back of his head against the top of the sofa’s back rest. After a small moment of simply sitting and breathing, Cor turns his gaze to the bright LCD display of his Crownsguard issue smartphone. The corners of his mouth turn down slightly in a frown when he notes the three missed calls he’s received from you. You had known he was out on a job, and you were usually good about knowing when Cor was back in town before you called him. The missed calls on Cor’s phone were troubling.

Cor presses your phone contact picture with his thumb- a cheesy pouty-kissy face- and brings his phone to his ear, his heart starting to race in a building panic. His face remains impassive though- he’s been trained too well to show any semblance of panic on the outside. His frown grows deeper as he is transferred to your voice mail. A painful pang resonates from his chest as he quickly stands and grabs his jacket from the back of the chair he had thrown it over. He shrugs it on and wrenches his front door open, crystal blue eyes clouded over in worry.

“Is it the baby? Is something wrong? Is he too late?” Cor lets out a frustrated sigh as he steps into his sleek Crownsguard issue car, and slams the door shut. In a few short moments, Cor Leonis is speeding his way towards the hospital- though he’s not sure whether you are there or not. He’s not thinking rationally- all he knows is that if the worst has happened, you’d be in hospital.

A very frustrating hour later, Cor curses the traffic quite colourfully under his breath as he storms into the hospital foyer- straight towards the reception staff.

“Where’s y/n? Is she here? Is she hurt? What about the baby? Is the baby alright?” The reception staff exchange amused glances at the infamous marshal’s endless questions, annoying the imposing man standing on the other side of their glass barricade. Noticing Cor’s impatience, one of the older receptionists offer a kind smile and slip a small piece of paper with your room details on it.

“She’s fine dear, just head on to your left and walk down the corridor. You’ll see the maternity ward on your right- she’s in there.” Cor nods stiffly, snatching up the paper, but taking a few seconds to mutter a quick thanks to the older lady none the less, while the others behind the glass snickered at Cor’s ‘adorable’ restlessness.

Cor feels his face heat up, but he decides that his image isn’t what’s important at this very moment. What’s important is finding out how you are and whether the baby is okay. So he quickly makes his way to the specified ward and scans each of the metal plaques near the doorway of each room for your room number. As soon as he finds it, he lets himself in.

His eyes grow wide at the sight before him: you’re sitting up in bed, a content smile on your face as you gaze down lovingly at what seems to be a bundle of pink blankets. Cor almost trips over his feet as he makes his way further into the room. You look up from the bundle of blankets and shoot Cor an apologetic look.

“Hey, look angel… its daddy!” You softly exclaim, inclining your head towards the bundle. Cor steps forward, his mouth going dry, his eyes fixed solely on the pink blankets.

“A girl?” He finally says, his voice incredibly soft. You’d never heard him sound so vulnerable before. You smile up at your baby’s father and nod.

“She was born late last night- I called Clarus to bring me here. He’s the one who left you calls on your phone from mine.” Cor’s shoulders slump slightly at your words.

“I should have been here. What if something had happened?” Cor begins, only to be cut off by a sudden wail from the small bundle. He shoots you a guilty look, which has you giggling- this was a whole new side to your Cor Leonis that you wanted to memorise and lock away in a memory box for those moments that inexplicably made your heart flutter out of love.

“You’re here now, sweet heart, and that’s all that matters. Now, it seems like your daughter is keen to meet you. How about you try holding her, marshal?” Cor freezes momentarily before gulping and nodding. He reaches for the small human being and cradles the fragile body gently to his chest under your watchful eyes. You can’t help but tear up at the rare, fond smile that takes over Cor’s usually impassive facial features.

You could already tell- your daughter already had her father wrapped around her tiny little fingers.

“She’s tiny,” Cor observes out loud, using the back of his fingers to stroke his daughter’s soft, pudgy face. The infant girl’s eyes are open wide, staring trustingly into the marshal’s eyes. She coos happily and shuts her eyes, squirming slightly to snuggle into Cor’s chest. Cor immediately drops himself gently into a free chair near your bed and shoots your smug looking face an embarrassed smile. “My legs started to feel weak- she’s gorgeous y/n.”

You grin and reach out to caress Cor’s upper arm tenderly, falling in love with the sight of your marshal holding his most precious treasure: his darling daughter.

They are picture perfect.

Best friends L.H

Originally posted by lipringsandsnapbacks

sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry for the time gap between uploads don’t hurt me :) so i had this dream last night with Luke in it and it was a bit dirty so i may or may not base a smut off of that at a later point but anyway here’s some Luke action for you.

warning: smut

word count: 2000+

summary: y/n has been in love with her best friend Luke for a while and she accidentally spills it.


“stop being a pussy and tell him y/n” Michael exclaimed, rolling his eyes at me.

“I can’t tell him, are you serious!? 1, he’s got a girlfriend and 2 he’s my best friend I can’t just go up and say that I like him” I replied, chewing my bottom lip at the craziness of this whole situation.

Luke and I have been best friends since I was born. Our mum’s are best friends so it was inevitable for Luke and I to become close. We stuck by each other when we went through that ‘ew cooties’ stage and the awkward ‘wow she’s grown boobs’ stage but things changed when feelings started to develop.

It sounds crazy that I’m in love with my best friend, like one of those fan fictions but it’s true. I love Luke Robert Hemmings and he can never know. Which is why it was a horrible idea to tell Ashton who went and told Calum who then told Michael because now they’re all pressuring me to pursue Luke.

He’s got a girlfriend, Arzaylea and him have been dating a little over a year now and it hurts when I see them together and apparently it’s clear as day to the boys. Luke can be oblivious at times, I’m surprised I’ve lasted this long without Luke finding out that I love him. I can’t break him and Arzaylea up, he seems to really like her and I don’t want to lose him and jeopardise our friendship.

“yeah a girlfriend who’s a bitch” Calum snorted.

“I think she’s nice” I said in defence.

“y/n you hate her more than any of us” Ashton laughed. I chuckled and nodded, taking a sip of my beer.

“yeah okay she’s a bitch” I agreed making all the boys laugh.

“so are you going to tell him?” Calum asked once everyone calmed down.

“no I’m not, I’m not going to jeopardise our friendship just because I love him okay!” I sighed. The boys all looked behind me and I immediately knew what was happening. “Luke’s behind me isn’t he?” I asked, they all nodded so I turned around in my chair and saw Luke with a furrowed expression on his face.

We made eye contact and as soon as we did I ran out of there, not wanting to hear whatever Luke had to say. I heard him call my name but I continued running until I entered my bedroom. As I went to close the door Luke slid into my room and stood in front of the closed door. My eyes widened and I took a few steps back.

“you love me?” he asked calmly. I chuckled nervously.

“no I don’t, I just said that so they would stop asking me if I liked anyone. You know how they are” I was trying to be convincing but by the way Luke kept on taking steps towards me I knew he didn’t believe me. I kept moving until my back was against the wall and Luke was inches away from me. He pressed his hands on either side of my head and caged me in with his arms.

I’ve been close to Luke before, he’d have me pinned underneath him at times while he tickled me relentlessly or he’d jokingly press wet kisses to my neck but this is different. Luke is different. His eyes are dark and his lip is caught under his teeth. His breathing is different, it’s tense and fast like he’s just ran a marathon.

“L-Luke” I stuttered.

“y/n why are you so nervous, it’s just me” he hummed, brushing his nose against my neck. 

I screwed my eyes shut and tilted my head away from him which just gave him more access to my neck. I felt his soft lips caress my neck, ghosting across my skin like mist. Then I heard him mutter 4 little words that made my eyes go wide. 

“I love you too y/n, so so much”

“w-what?” I stuttered. He pressed solid kisses to my neck and kissed in stray areas until I let out a small whine when he found my sweet spot. I felt him smirk before he sucked on that area causing the air to be knocked out of me. I fisted his t shirt in my hands and tilted my head back to give him even better access.

“what about Arzaylea?” I asked through moans. Luke took his head from my neck and looked at me.

“don’t worry about her, it’s just you and me now y/n” he said with a small smile. I bit my lip and brought my hands from his shirt to cup his neck, pressing my lips to his softly. Luke responded quickly and kissed back with fiery passion. 

He brought his hands from the wall to my waist and guided me to my bed, removing his lips momentarily as he pushed me down on the bed. Luke pulled his t shirt over his head and dropped it to the floor before climbing over me. I looked over his body, his broad shoulders, the way his milky skin pudged slightly at the stomach leading to blonde hairs making his happy trail, disappearing into his tight jeans.

When my eyes connected back to Luke’s I was faced with a cheeky smirk that sent shivers down my spine and a wet patch in my underwear. “like what you see?” he asked with a chuckle.

“I always have” I replied with a look of determination. 

He chuckled and leaned down to kiss me gently before peppering kisses down my neck to the neckline of my flimsy tank I was wearing. He sucked spots over my chest and attached his lips to the cleavage peeking out of the top of the tank top.

“can I take this off baby?” he asked, his fingers running underneath the hem of the top. I muttered a yes and soon my tank was lying on the floor laying next to Luke’s top. “I’ve been wanting to touch these pretties for such a long time” he moaned, sitting up slightly in a straddling position and cupping my boobs.

I was sick of his teasing so I took matters into my own hands and reached behind my back to unclip my bra, flinging it across the room once I had. Luke’s eyes widened and he immediately leaned down to take one of my hard nipples into his mouth.

I let out loud moans as he sucked harshly, moving to my other nipple. I felt his mouth leave my nipples before biting and sucking the skin around, creating small hickeys all over my breasts. He moved down and bit my stomach, licking over the area to soothe the fresh wounds. 

“your ass looks so fucking good in these jeans baby, but it would so much better with me pounding in and out of you” he practically growled out the words, tugging down the zipper of my favourite pair of jeans. 

I whimpered out Luke’s name at his wording and stuck my butt up a little so he could pull my jeans down my legs.

He bit his lip as he looked over my body, taking in every curve and bump with his eyes until our eyes met. He smiled and leaned up to kiss me gently. “I love you so much” he muttered. My heart swelled at his words so I kissed him harder and went to pull down the zipper of his jeans.

He moaned against my mouth as I cupped his bulge through his underwear. I thought it’d be awkward, Luke and I having sex after all we’ve been through together but it isn’t. It’s one of the most natural things I’ve ever done. 

“y/n please” he whined as I lightly rubbed over his boxers. 

I knew the tough act wouldn’t hold up, no matter how tough and dominant Luke acts he’ll always be that awkward kid at heart. 

I giggled at his pleas and dipped my hands underneath his boxers to wrap my hand around his thick and hard member. He let out a throaty groan and dug his head into my neck. “don’t laugh at me y/n” he pouted like a child, whimpering as I rubbed circles on his tip, spreading around the precum that had built up.

I took my hand from his boxers causing Luke to look at me and brought my cum covered fingers to my mouth, sucking them off making him groan. He quickly removed his jeans and grabbed a condom from his back pocket before returning to me.

His thumbs hooked underneath my underwear then he looked up into my eyes for reassurance. “can I?” he asked softly. 

I bit my lip and nodded, closing my eyes as I felt my underwear being slowly pulled down my body. I sucked in a deep breath when I felt Luke’s warm breath hit my core. 

“open your eyes beautiful” he whispered, tapping my thighs. I opened my eyes and looked at Luke between my legs. “there’s those gorgeous eyes” he smiled. I watched as his hands spread my thighs and his eyes rake over me.

I felt self conscious under his gaze and immediately covered myself with my hands, not wanting him to look at me any longer. Luke pulled my hands away and looked at me with reassurance. “it’s just you and me baby, don’t worry about anything else” he smiled.

I bit my lip and nodded before letting out a small yelp at the unexpected sensation of Luke’s tongue pressed flat against me. I arched my back off the mattress as his tongue wiggled it’s way between my folds only to be pushed back down my Luke’s hand.

“Luuuke” I whimpered, gripping his hair tight between my fingers. He groaned against me causing sparks of pleasure to rush through me, making me moan louder. I felt his lips wrap around my clit and suck harshly and I could already feel my high approaching.

Luke circled a finger around my entrance before pushing it in and curling it so it hit my g-spot. I came unexpectedly when he added a second finger, my body couldn’t handle his harsh sucking on my clit and his thick fingers prodding at my g-spot. 

He lifted his head to look at me and I whimpered at the sight of his chin and mouth, dripping with my cum and juices. I pulled him up and pressed my lips against his so I could taste myself on his mouth. My hands slipped under his boxers and tugged slightly on his hard member.

He whimpered against my mouth and ground his bulge into my hand. I tugged his boxers down his thigh and wrapped my hand around his hard dick properly. “no, I’m not going to last. I need you now” he rushed, looking at me dead in the eye as he slid the condom onto his length.

“you ready y/n?” he asked, looking into my eyes for reassurance. I nodded and kissed him as I felt his tip nudge at my entrance. He slid in fully and I gasped at the slight burn I felt from the stretch caused by how big he was. “you okay?” he asked, alarmed at my reaction.

“I’m fine, you can move” I whispered once I had gotten used to his size. Luke started to grind his hips with mine, slipping in and out of me. I let out cries as the pleasure consumed me and scratched my nails down his back. Luke dug his head in my neck and bit down on my shoulder.

“I love you” he muttered over and over again as his slow deep thrusts became slightly slower, indicating that he was close. I reached between us to circle my fingers over my clit as I felt my high approaching. Every thrust, every sound, every movement either of us made was full of love. We didn’t need anything else, it was just us.

“Luke I’m close” I gasped.

“same baby” he returned in my neck. My high approached quick and I hugged Luke’s body tight as I released, crying out his name as tears escaped my eyes. I felt Luke’s warm cum release into the condom before he slid out and removed the condom from him.

He collapsed next to me and brought me to cuddle into his chest. He was sweaty and sticky from our activities and I’m sure I was too but neither of us cared. We were happy together and that’s all that mattered.

“I love you Luke”

“I love you too y/n”

Strangers in the Night

Bucky x Reader Oneshot

Summary – Bucky meets an enchanting woman and spends a lovely evening in her company.

Warnings – PG-13 sexual situations, a few curse words

Word Count – 1,807

Notes – The first part of this will be from Bucky’s POV.  Don’t ask me where this idea came from, it just popped into my head one night before I fell asleep! I hope you guys enjoy!!  As always, feel free to leave me any comments or feedback!


Originally posted by a-frappuchino-world

 Bucky’s POV

I had been sitting at a booth in the far corner of the hotel bar for over an hour waiting on the informant to show up.  I’d been nursing the same watered-down whiskey and staring at the leggy dame sitting at the bar to help pass the time. Steve was positioned in the lobby, pretending to read the paper, as he kept a lookout for the turncoat we were supposed to meet.  Jamison was supposed to be bringing us intel on Hydra’s movements within US borders, but it was looking like he wasn’t going to show.

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Originally posted by frozen-delight

Pairing: SamxReader
Word count: 2,699
Warnings: Swearing, smut
Author: Brittiny
Request: @gaysmutstiel Hey, Idk if you’re taking requests or not but I was hoping you could write an imagine where Sam borrows the readers laptop cause his laptop freezes(Dean was watching porn on it) and he discovers a folder called “danger” and opens it only to find that it’s more like the readers erotic journal filled with her fantasies n shizz and that leads to smut. Like Sam and the reader already have a thing going on but no one acted on it cause of hunting until Sam goes all Dom on her. Sorry if it’s too long
A/N: Sorry if this wasn’t the kinda ‘dom’ you were looking for! haha. I tried googling to improve on it, and that was little help.
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“Damn it, Dean!” Sam yelled, agitated with his older brother. “Why on Earth do you insist on using my computer for your weird ass porn?” He snapped. You couldn’t hold back your laughter. Sam shot you a look and you tried to cool it. “It’s not funny. He froze my damn computer.” He pointed out. “Can I use yours? I’m trying to get information on this case for another hunter.” You can tell  he was beyond done with this.

You shrugged. “Go for it. I’m not using it.”

He smiled, making you weak at the knees. “Thanks.” He shut his laptop and went to get yours.

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