#corawarren

[sonhosus-blog]

corawarren replied to your post:corawarren replied to your post:yo my legs are...

The burn is gooood! Keep it up and soon it won’t anymore!

...ugh yes mom

[popcultandlit]

#he has really nice finger nails

corawarren WHY DID THIS MAKE ME LAUGH, THOUGH?

[carpevinumx]

Still the One || Owen & Cora

corawarren / cestlxvie

She knew nothing about tonight--nothing other than the little notes he was leaving her over the house. The kids were at Matt’s for the weekend so Owen and Cora could have the whole two days to themselves. 

Never being the romantic kind of guy, he will admit he had Blake helping him with some of the planning, but he knew Cora. He knew what she liked, what she didn’t, what she expected, and what she didn’t. And he hoped she didn’t expect much of this. But he hoped she loved it. A single note was left on the entryway cabinet when she walked in the house, telling her to soak in the tub with a nice bubble bath. 

Don’t worry about me or the kids. Head to the bathroom. Just relax. And keep your phone close. Wait for my text.

In the bathroom she’d find the tub already filled, the water still hot, pink bubbles floating on the surface and a glass of wine chilling in the ice bucket on the floor next to the tub, a single glass ready to be poured into, candles lit and sitting around the tub, on the counter, some on the floor, and an iPod of all of Cora’s favorite slow songs playing because well, he’d thought of just about everything.

[carpevinumx]

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it for you." (Mason x Keldie)

“Hey Mase.... thank you.”

[carpevinumx]

"I've got your back." (for Ronan)

[heavyliesthxcrown-blog]

☯ : If you’re comfortable with it, write a drabble about our muses doing something naughty. If not, put a strikethrough across this one in your reblog (or simply don’t do it; your blog, your rules ;3).

“Do you have to go?” She pleaded, leaning over him in their bed.

He smiled warmly at her worried face. “It’s my crown to defend. I can’t send my men off to fight for a man too cowardly to go lead them himself.”

“But you could die.” She said in almost a whisper.

“You’re right. This time tomorrow, I may very well be dead and bloodied on the battlefield. But it is the most honorable death there is, pleasing in the eyes of God and man. I’m not afraid. And because I’m not afraid, it will take more for any man to strike me down.” He meant it, but he dare not tell her that even he, who had been raised on stories of valiant men and kings and the glory of battle, had that glimmer of fear deep in his belly.

“You will not die, my love, my King” She said, somehow picking up on his anxieties, cupping his face with his hand and bending down to kiss him.

“I don’t mind if I do. Not if I have this to remember in my last moments.”

They kissed, both of them moving towards each other simultaneously as she rolled over on top of him, He tangled his hand in her hair, let down for bed and falling messily around her face. She broke the kiss for only a moment as he helped her to pull her loose sleeping gown over her head, revealing her in her beauty to him, illuminated by the light of the moon that shone through the open window. Within moments she was lowering herself onto him, shifting and gliding in that slow but earnest way she did, her hips working over him with a familiarity that in no way deadened it’s pleasure. They made a dream-like love, cocooned in luxurious blankets and plush pillows, heavy curtains hanging around them. She sighed and moaned whispers into his mouth as they kissed. He groaned and alternated between gripping and guiding her thighs and caressing her breasts and shoulders. 

At the end he was left feeling both emptied and filled. Refreshed and braver than he had been before. She rested her head on his chest and he combed his fingers through her hair, listening to her breathing become slower and deeper as she drifted to sleep. But before she did, she shifted, her skin, now slightly slick with sweat and warm gliding against his, and looked up at him. “Promise to come home to me.”

“I will come home to you.” He said, kissing her forehead. “I promise.”