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Prompt: A New Core

The Ghost King is the champion of the dead. After proving themself, they are chosen by the Realm Core and will Fade with the passing of the crown.

The Realm Core is king-maker, blacksmith and throne. They are the keepers of the heart, and steward of the Infinite. While the King may stand above the realms, it is because the Realm Core holds them up.

The first sign of Pariah’s End was the raising of halfas. With his defeat, the new Core was decided.

Of course, no one mentioned any of this shit to Danny until he was 25. The weird part wasn’t even the assassination-attempts-as-wedding-presents, okay? It was having Pariah’s ex deliver the news after saving his fiancé’s life.

Apparently this was how Pariah’s rehearsal dinner had gone too.

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His New Partner

Chapter 26: The Consummation

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Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 1787

Warnings: Smut, vaginal sex, oral sex, light fingering, nudity, cussing, fluff.

A/N: We’re now officially into the second half of this series! If you thought that the rest of it was going to be fluff, you’ve been terribly mistaken. But don’t worry, there will for sure be a happy ending!

“Not so fast!” The man spoke with a laugh before picking Y/N up bridal style right outside of their bedroom door. Steve, ever the traditionalist, knew how important it was to carry her over the threshold on the night of their wedding.

“Steve!” She giggled, latching her arms tighter around his thick neck. “Careful of the dress!”

“Sorry, doll,” he smirked as he readjusted his hands, trying to better gather the puffy white tulle, “but this is tradition.”

Y/N grinned. “Alright, alright. If you insist.”

The Captain then began to take large, overly steady steps in the couple’s room. He was obviously being extra to amuse his wife, and by the sound of her growing chuckle, had definitely succeeded. Especially when he began to hum the ‘Wedding March’.

“Honey!” She gasped after being not so carefully thrown onto the bed, puffing a piece of H/C hair out of her face.

Steve tried not to smile at her shocked look, failing miserably. “Whoops.” He stepped back to close their bedroom door, toeing off his glossy dress shoes and slipping off his socks. “Guess I just got too caught up in the moment, sweetheart. Too caught up in what we’re about to do.”

“Hm.” Y/N bit her lip, sitting up on her knees. “And what are we about to do exactly?” She asked him, already knowing the answer. If the sight of Steve’s bedroom eyes weren’t enough to give it away, then his bigger than usual bulge was sure to let her know.

“Consummate the marriage.” He answered, fingers toying with the neckline of Y/N’s off-the-shoulder dress. “Make everything official.”

She furrowed her eyebrows. “Does it still count as consummating when we’ve already had sex?”

Steve just shrugged, wanting to get down to business anyways. “To me it does.” He let his hands wander to the back of her wedding gown, thumb and index finger undoing the tiny clip that was above her zipper. “As beautiful as this dress is, and as perfect as you look wearing it, it’s time for it to come off.”

Y/N cocked her head to the side. “Funny thing, I don’t remember you being this horny when we first met.”

“S’just what you do to me, baby girl,” Steve began to unzip the bodice section, “can’t help it.”

Once completely undone, the gown pooled at her knees. This revealed her white lacy strapless bra, her white lacy thigh garter, and a pair of very interesting looking panties that her made her husband burst out in laughter.

“N/N!” He exclaimed with a huge grin. “You wore these to our wedding?”

“What?” She questioned innocently, glancing down at her Captain America themed underwear. “They’re my ‘something blue’... and white and red.”

Steve shook his head in delight. “What’re your other three objects then?”

“Well, my ‘something borrowed’ is this bracelet from Natasha.” Y/N took it off and put it on her nightstand, not wanting the other woman’s jewelry to get ruined during the upcoming activities. “My ‘something new’ is the dress, the shoes.” She then tossed her white stilettos to the floor, one at a time.

“And your ‘something old’?”

“Well,” the girl spoke as she began to undo Steve’s black bow tie, “that would have to be my darling husband.”

The man let out a boisterous laugh at her comment; the kind that he only did when he was alone with Y/N, or maybe with Bucky back when he was younger.

“I’m just joking,” she said with a smile, “the ‘something old’ was my hair clip.” She took the delicate piece out of her hair and placed it down as well, shaking her head side to side to let the bouncy curls fall.

Steve reached a hand up to her shiny locks, tucking a strand behind her ear with a dreamy sigh. “So fucking gorgeous, Y/N. So gorgeous.”

The girl wrapped her arms around his neck, pushing her almost bare chest against his completely covered one. She placed a small kiss on his right cheek, then his left one, beaming up at her husband. “Language, Captain.”

“Oh, you little-” Steve stopped himself, shaking his head at her phrase. “I will spank you.” He threatened with what supposed to be a serious face, but the small gleam in his eye proved he was enjoying this just as much as Y/N.

She bit her lip in what she hoped was a seductive manner. “Please do.”

The man quickly raised his palm and landed a sharp smack on her panty-clad ass cheek, making the girl open her mouth for a yelp. But before any sound could get out, Steve’s lips were instantly on her own.

Y/N hummed when they separated, continuing to undo his half done up bow tie. “See, and I was thinking that you were getting tired of kissing me; after the amount of times the guests clinked the silverware and glasses tonight.”

“Never, doll.” Steve pressed another peck to her rosy lips, still feeling her fingers working on his tie. “Need help?” He asked when their mouths parted.

The actress shook her head. “Almost... done!” She exclaimed in joy when it was finally untied. “Now hold on.”

Y/N stepped completely out of her wedding dress, leaving it a crumpled ball on their king sized bed.

“Hold on for what?” Steve questioned, seeing her practically naked body run towards their door, undone bow tie in hand. “N/N. What are you doing, sweetie?”

The girl turned the handle and stuck her head out, checking left and right to make sure that no one was coming; wise, considering her lack of clothing.

“Doll!” The Captain whisper-shouted. “Someone could see you!” He saw her stick the tie out through the crack, and not a second later, slam the door closed with a giggle. “What did you do?”

Y/N rocked back and forth on her feet, doing a little excited dance. “I hung your tie on the door handle!” She continued to laugh as she stepped forward, unbuttoning her husband’s tuxedo jacket. “That way, everyone in the Compound will know what’s going on in here. Beautiful, passionate wedding night sex.”

 Steve shook his head with a grin. “Funny thing, I don’t remember you being this much of a trouble maker when we first met.”

His wife just shrugged as she threw his jacket onto the small table nearby, getting started on his black vest underneath. “Am not.” She added quietly, throwing that piece of clothing to the floor once it was completely unbuttoned.

“Whatever you say, babydoll.” The man responded, wrapping his arms around her waist and falling back onto their bed. This now made Y/N on top of him, and she carefully tossed her puffy white dress to the floor.

Steve brought his hands to her back and undid her strapless bra, adding it to the growing pile of discarded clothes. He noticed her beginning to unbutton his pants and waved his fingers through her hair, urging her to continue.

Y/N began to rub his semi-hard dick through his boxer briefs, making the man inhale breath. She slowly brought his cock out of its confines, stroking him up and down his length and pressing a small kiss to the tip.

“Fuck, baby.” Steve groaned, letting his head rest on the pillow beneath him. He felt Y/N take him into her mouth and started to carefully thrust his hips up and down, making sure not to go too strong.

The girl bobbed her head, taking more and more of him each time. It was no secret to her that Steve’s penis was extremely large in size, so whatever area she couldn’t fit got massaged by her nimble hands.

“Sweetheart,” the man grunted, lifting her face off of his manhood, “if you keep up with that, I’m going to finish a lot sooner than you would like.”

“S’okay.”

“No, no, doll.” Steve stated, unbuttoning his white dress shirt and getting rid of it. “It’s your turn. Get on your back.”

Y/N followed his command and laid all the way down, giving her husband a big smile as he finished getting undressed.

It wasn’t too long until he was crawling over top of her, sliding the Captain America panties down her smooth legs. Steve moved his face southern and licked a stripe up her wet pussy.

His wife moaned in response, tangling her fingers in his now-messy blonde locks. “St-Stevie.”

The man smirked from between her thighs. “Feel nice, darling?” He continued with his assault on her core, making sure to spend extra time on her most sensitive areas; the places that he knew drove her the most crazy. If Y/N’s body was a machine, Steve had memorized the instruction manual forwards and backwards by now.

“Uh huh.” The girl nodded. “P-Please-”

“‘Please’ what, beautiful?”

She got up on shaky elbows, looking him in the eye. “Please fuck me.” She watched as Steve grinned like the ‘Cheshire Cat’, standing up and moving towards the drawer where they kept the condoms. “Wait, though.”

The Captain stopped. “What?”

“D-Do we really need to use one?” Y/N spoke nervously, suddenly unsure of herself. “I mean, I am on the pill. And, uh, I’d love to feel you tonight.”

Steve smiled even brighter than before, heading back towards the bed. “That sounds great, baby girl.” He used his fingers to spread her hole further open, scissoring them as wide as they could go. He then lined himself up with her wanting vagina, arms resting beside her head. “Ready?”

Y/N nodded once again before feeling his tip push into her, mewling at the sensation. As Steve bottomed out, she let out a heavy sigh of pleasure. Feeling him without the protection was a whole new realm of enjoyment, and she looked forward to many more years of it in the future.

The man began to push in and out, building up speed as he went. He lifted Y/N’s legs over his shoulders to hit a deeper angle, reaching a hand down play with her clit.

“I n-need to cum, honey.” Y/N whined, fingernails scraping up and down Steve’s back. She knew that there’d be marks, but his super soldier serum would heal them right away.

“Cum with me, N/N.” He told her, leaning down to kiss her on the lips. “Together, babydoll.”

And so they did. The squeeze of Y/N’s walls around his member and the feel of her warm juices surrounding his bare cock was enough to trigger Steve’s own release. He spilled inside of her, and the feeling felt so foreign, yet so amazing to the both of them. It was the first time that they’d orgasmed as husband and wife, and to say that the pair was satisfied would be an understatement.

Marriage: Consummated.

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“Everyone Has a First Class": One Casual Gym-Goer's Search for Her Workout Soulmate

Hello and welcome to the new year. Let's talk fitness. Particularly, fitness and resolutions. This year I hit he ground running (lol. But also no, that's too high impact) by trying out four different types of fitness classes. I wanted to actually find something new that I could maybe stick with for the whole of 2017 and there's nothing like a New Year's resolution to push you past the first-class jitters.

Me on the right.

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A little background: Last year, I vowed to get in shape. I hemmed and hawed over what might be the best exercise and how I could do it for as little money as possible until finally, Beyoncé dropped Formation in February and I joined a dang gym. My 2016 routine was basically one mat Pilates class a week and some casual time on the elliptical about 2-3 times a week. After a December of parties, work madness and finals (shout out to my grad school weight gain!) I was basically starting January from square one.

It's also important to note that I hate exercising publicly. I've carried a lot of middle school gym-class shame with me well into adulthood and the idea of being too slow or too uncoordinated or too large in front of people is a very real fear and why I've always stuck to classes that were pretty low key. And I know, if you have any of the same fitness fear that I did (and do), that reading this will not be an instant fix. But just showing up, trying something out and learning that maybe it's not for you (or maybe it is for you but you need it at a slower speed) is all valuable.

Okay! Enough navel gazing and emotional vulnerability, let's critique some classes!

Dance Fitness

The beginning of the year found me in my hometown of Chicago and (at my good friend Becca's suggestion) at something called Ballerina Fight Club. The studio is in a gorgeous old building, everyone was super friendly and the class kicked my ass. Earlier that day over Korean BBQ (HUGE MISTAKE) I asked Becca if the class was hard and if we would get particularly sweaty, and she said no. Either Becca is a liar or she blocked most of this class out of her memory so she could gather the will to go again, both are totally within the realm of possibility.

Anyway, you shadow box and dance and do things like super fast planks. It's an intense aerobic exercise that requires a lot of coordination and speed and agility, but you know what? I didn't hate it. I wish someone in my life had taught me how to make a fist at some point so I didn't look like such a dweeb, but I never wanted to quit. I think the energy of the teacher, her reminder that you can and should take a break when you need it, and the excellent music made it enjoyable while it was really really hard. I was crazy sore but I had a great time.

Would I Go Back?: Yes. If I lived in Chicago, I'd hit this up two times a week and become a great dancer who could fight you by the dawn of 2018. You Should Go To This if: You like Zumba but wish it were harder and you could pretend you were in a training montage but to really good music. Also if you like sweating. Beyoncé Songs Heard: A remix of Hold Up Time Needed to Sweat my Glasses Off My Face: 20 minutes

I found myself back at Mazi a few days later to check out B-Girl Hip-Hop. Once again my good friend and known liar, Becca, came with me. She promised that this class was nowhere near as hard as the other one and—surprise surprise—she was telling the truth. The class was at a much lower speed and not a single plank was involved. It was a fun, low key class with a killer arms workout.

Would I Go Back: Yes, but I feel like I'd have to find another, more intense class to balance it with. You Should Go To This if: You like Zumba but wish the moves were a little more... hip? Beyoncé Songs Heard: None. I was furious. Time Needed to Sweat my Glasses Off My Face: 30 minutes

Pilates

I've taken mat pilates at my gym, and I love it, but there is a difference between a class of 30 people and a class of four. Since I'm basically Joseph Pilates II by now, I decided to add in a fitness challenge I thought I'd never tackle: waking up early. There was a noticeable and positive difference in the class: we used weights and blocks, my postures were corrected, and we spent more time in each series. It was a mix of challenging and restorative and I learned a lot about the incorrect postures I had learned. The first day I went, I wanted to go to bed at 2pm but day two actually gave me a good foundation of energy for the day.

Would I Go Back: Yes, if I develop the kind of responsible sleep patterns that allow for 5:45 wake ups. You Should Go To This if: You are a morning person who wants to build lean muscle. Beyoncé Songs Heard: None. Zero songs heard, but still an affront. Time Needed to Sweat my Glasses Off My Face: N/A. The least sweaty event of this post!

Spinning

Somehow I've made it this far in my bougie-ish life without going to a spin class. It always seemed so hard and so intense and like the kind of place where I would faint. After hearing countless things about SoulCycle—both positive and negative—I decided that now was the time. My greatest fears of SoulCycle did not come true; there were no models looking at me ruefully, I didn't faint or hit my head on the handlebars, and they had cycling shoes in my size (I wear a 12! It's a valid concern!).

Initially, however, I found being clipped in to a bike in the dark with very loud music kind of unsettling. I enjoyed it, and everyone was incredibly nice, it's easy to see why the culture is so appealing. Numerous folks asked me how my first ride was and I had a flash forward of myself with beautiful calves and a ton of new friends. Also the instructor told us that we should reward ourselves for our hard work and treat ourselves to a nice meal, so I bought a bag of Combos from CVS so I'm not perfect yet. It's hard to snark on it, and I think that's the biggest surprise of all.

My Gym

Gym cycling was definitely less of an experience. Nobody helped me figure out my bike set up, the music was a little less trendy (we cooled down to Sweet Home Alabama), but the actual exercise I have fallen in love with. I have to take it easy on my knees and this was super gentle, but I felt a burn in my thighs and worked up a sweat. The lower lights make it a more private experience, but the option to yell and whoop is there if you want to feel part of the group. There's something for everyone!

Would I Go Back: Absolutely! I have! This blog post could be a major turning point in my life! You Should Go To This if: You want a more rigorous workout but are kind of shy. Also if you're tired of making your own workout playlists. Beyoncé Songs Heard: None. Not at SoulCycle, not at my gym. They probably don't want us to get too hype. Time Needed to Sweat my Glasses Off My Face: Didn't even bother wearing them. I've gotten smarter about this whole thing (but also couldn't tell you what my instructors look like).

Weights Class

This class brought to life my fitness nightmare. I showed up late and had to stand in the front, I didn't know where to get weights, I didn't know how to put the weights on the bar and it was really hard. But thankfully, a guardian fitness angel appeared unto me and said, "there are more weights upstairs" and she taught me how to set up a body bar, and where to find my steps. It made a huge difference and put me back in the right mindset.

"The things that always kept me away from harder workout classes actually happened and I didn't turn into a puddle of sweat shame on the floor."

While I was in the class, I loved it, I loved how challenging it was, that I was working out new muscles; we did squats, we did lunges on a step, we lifted weights all over the place. But I was in pain the next day. So much so that I was supposed to do it again and I couldn't. I know it came from me focusing more on keeping up rather than thinking about my form and alignment and all the things you have to think about when you're new to working out. I think I will go back, but I need to take some time on my own to work on it some more. But the things that always kept me away from harder workout classes actually happened and I didn't turn into a puddle of sweat shame on the floor. Also I listened to my body and didn't push too hard.

Would I Go Back: Eventually. If I can get the core exercises in my muscle memory. You Should Go To This if: You lift weights and squat on your own and want something high intensity. Beyoncé Songs Heard: None. Is this a conspiracy? Time Needed to Sweat my Glasses Off My Face: 10 minutes! We did jumping jacks so that didn't help.

What started off as a fun New Year's experiment led me to my workout routine soulmate and I couldn't be happier. This shouldn't need saying, but I didn't believe it at first: people are nice and they want you to succeed. As my fitness angel said, "everyone has their first class." So try some stuff out, mix in things you know you can do with things that are a challenge, be generous to yourself and if you have to pick up a drugstore treat on your walk home, so be it.