#she calls him angel and he melts and is like putty in her hands ready to bow to her every whin

[specific-dreamer]

what if i said cherrybomb wasn’t a nicknamey couple, like they didn’t go around calling each other baby and honey and wtv, but sometimes in softer moments or moments of pure exasperation cherry called him her angel.

she never says this part out loud but specifically her fallen angel. because there’s good in him. he can be good and pure, he was good and pure once upon a time, but he’s constantly being led astray/straying on his own and he keeps falling. she’d never call him a demon, she doesn’t think he’s that awful (yet), but for now he’s her fallen angel

[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

Attitude Adjustment 💖

Nsfw under the cut, fem reader x Joseph x Caesar, reader teasing Joseph by flirting with Caesar to make him jealous, light degradation, exhibitionism, public sex, office sex, voyeurism, daddy kink, spitroasting, creampie, bukkake, reader has a pussy

I want you to picture the following: Joseph and Caesar are business partners, and sometimes when you’re feeling bratty or really want Joseph’s attention, you’ll flirt with Caesar when they’re both in the office. Things like grazing your hand along his arm, sitting right in his lap as you ask what he’s working on, twirling your hair as you giggle at his jokes then running your fingers through his hair. Joseph just watches it all, knowing exactly what you’re up to, and he approaches Caesar on the side about a little plan to teach his darling some manners. The next time, while you’re making a show of complimenting Caesar’s muscles, running your hands over his chest, Joseph grabs you roughly by the hips and tugs you over to his desk. You give a little squeal of “Joseph, what—“

“That’s not what you call me, doll.” You blush, glancing nervously back at Caesar as Joseph maneuvers you into his lap.

“Joseph, please—” you try again, but you quickly cut off with a squeak when the older man gives your ass a warning smack. Heat rises to your cheeks and you fight the urge to squirm. You've been bent over his knee for being a brat before, but you don't exactly need him teaching you a lesson while his business partner watches. “But… but, daddy, Caesar’s right there!” You whimper softly, embarrassed and frankly a little turned on that your daddy would assert his dominance right here. Joseph’s eyes don’t leave you once, not even glancing at his friend.

“Caesar doesn’t mind a show, doll. And we’re going to give him a good one as thanks for him putting up with your bratty behavior.”

“But… but daddy!”

“Yes, babygirl?”

“I was only playing, daddy, really, Caesar didn’t mind! Just messing around!” Joseph’s hand tightens dangerously on your thigh and you can feel yourself dripping already.

“Hmm, so you want Caesar to think you’re a naughty little slut who flirts with anything that moves? I thought daddy had taught you better manners than that.”

You squirm in his lap, letting out a soft whine as heat flashes through your stomach at his words. You’re certain your panties must be soaked. None of this escapes Joseph’s notice, and he gives a low chuckle.

“Are you enjoying this, sweetheart? You like when daddy says such nasty things? And right in front of another man? Hmmm, my filthy little girl, probably want me to take you right here, don’t you? That slutty little pussy just needs to be filled.”

You flush even redder, your hands resting on Joseph’s firm chest as you bite your lip. He shifts his leg slightly and you gasp at the friction against your aching pussy. Smirking, he shifts his hands to your hips, guiding you to rut against him.

“So needy for me already, princess. It’s like you don’t even care where we are. You’re just thinking with that wet little cunt of yours, don’t even care who sees as long as daddy touches you.”

“D—daddy…” you throw your head back with a broken little moan, hips rocking with the rhythm of Joseph’s leg against you. Soft whimpers fall from your mouth, filling the room, and you almost forget about Caesar completely in your neediness, your lust giving you tunnel vision for your lover in front of you. After a few moments, Joseph stills your hips, looking down at you with a devilish smirk.

“Naughty little thing.” He guides you up off his lap, laughing at the slick wet spot shining on the leg of his pants. “Look at what a mess you made, honey. So eager for daddy.”

“Daddy, what…?” You falter as he stands, unsure of what comes next.

“Strip for me, doll.”

“But…” your eyes flick to Caesar, who watches intently from his chair. A small, pleased smile curves around his lips, and you could swear you hear him laugh as you avert your eyes shyly.

“Do I need to repeat myself?” Joseph asks. You shake your head, tugging off your shirt, then your skirt, kicking off your heels and tucking them neatly beside your daddy’s desk. “Mmm. Panties too, baby. But daddy can take those off, come here.”

He unclasps your bra, tossing it to the side, and lifts you to sit on the desk as he eyes your panties, skimpy satin and lace adorned with a little bow. He slides them down your hips and legs, admiring the soaked fabric before crossing the room to show them to Caesar.

“Isn’t she just soaked? Look at that, getting off on a little extra attention.”

“Needy little darling,” Caesar chuckles. “Such a pretty girl.” You feel your face burning, embarrassment and arousal mingling as heat twists in your stomach.

“Daddy,” you mewl softly, a plea for Joseph to go easy on you. He chuckles, crossing back to the desk. You’re suddenly aware of just how exposed you are, naked on his desk as Caesar watches. “Daddy, are we really going to…. Right in front of Caesar?” He smirks at your pleading expression, running his hands down your sides.

"So shy, sweetheart? Just a moment ago, you couldn't wait to show off for Caesar, climbing all over him like a bitch in heat. I don't think it's very fair not to lead him on without giving him a little something for his troubles, baby, do you?" You whine helplessly, but before you can protest more, Joseph tugs at your nipples, kneading them between his fingers. Your back arches instinctively into the touch as you answer him with a needy moan. “That’s my good girl. I knew you’d come around. After all, honey, we’re going to take such good care of you.”

“Daddy, please,” you whimper. “Need you.” Joseph melts at that— he's putty for his pretty angel— before relenting as he presses his lips to yours. You kiss back desperately, your open, needy mouth a perfect invitation for Joseph to tug at your lower lip with his teeth before sucking on your tongue. His fingers tangle in your hair, tugging just hard enough to elicit a pretty moan. When he finally pulls away from you, your head is spinning. Gazing breathlessly up at him, you let out a pathetic whine at the loss of contact.

"Aww, you really need daddy, huh?" He laughs as you nod, petting over your hair before moving to undo his belt. "Oh? And you were so fuckin' bratty before, all you needed was for daddy to touch you, yeah?" You're leaning back on your hands for support, eyes glued to Joseph's hands sliding his dress pants down, tugging his hard cock out... Thick and veiny and perfect. His length was admittedly intimidating, but it never stopped you from begging for his cock, no matter how sore you'd be the next day. You don't even realize your mouth is hanging open as you watch him until he chuckles, stroking your cheek.

"Practically drooling for daddy's big dick already, hm, princess? God, you're cute. You want me inside you? "

"Please, daddy! Please, I need you so much, wanna feel you inside me!"

"Hm..." He smirks. "I don't know, Caesar, she has been such a brat today, hasn't she?"

"Oh, I think she's been a little tease all week. But such a pretty principessa has needs, she can't help it."

"Mm, that's right, just so desperate to be filled up. Do you think I ought to indulge her? Or should she have to wait while we tease her pretty pussy?" He rubs his cock against the wet heat of your lips, pulling away as soon as you try to lean into the friction. Pouting, you turn the prettiest, most innocent doe eyes you can to the blonde man.

"Please? Please, Caesar, tell him not to tease so much, I can't... can't take it, please," you babble, and Caesar smiles as he walks to the desk, dropping a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"She has been such a naughty girl, Joseph, but I think you ought to fuck her. She looks like she could just cry if you didn't." With a wicked grin, Joseph digs his fingers into your hips, pulling you back to the edge of the desk. Caesar strokes your hair and shoulders gently as your lover pushes into you in one slow thrust. As you throw your head back with a moan, you can hear the blonde murmur, "Bellissima. So beautiful, sweetheart."

"Fuck, Caesar, she's so wet, got such a tight, perfect cunt..." He gives a few shallow thrusts, rocking his hips gently as you adjust to the stretch of his cock inside you with a shaky gasp. "Mmf, I woulda let you have a taste first, but... Next round, I promise." Your brain feels hazy with pleasure, but you glance between the two men.

"Wait... n-next round...?"

"Oh, sweetheart, it wouldn't be quite fair not to let Caesar enjoy your pretty pussy, would it? Not— ah— not after you've teased him so much." A shiver runs down your spine, and you arch your back into Joseph's thrusts as Caesar kisses the corner of your mouth.

"I'll treat you very well, cara, don't worry. Would you like that?" You moan brokenly as Joseph rubs his thumb over your aching clit.

"Fuck..." You loll your head back at the feeling before Joseph pinches your nipples hard, making you jolt at the sudden sensation.

"I believe Caesar asked you a question, little missy. Aren't you going to answer?" You force your eyes to meet Caesar's, even as Joseph quickens his pace.

"Y...Yes, Caesar, f-fuck! Mm, please," you whimper, and the blonde presses his lips to yours with a soft laugh. He indulges you for a few moments, kissing you deeply and kneading at your breasts, before sighing and glancing at Joseph.

"Jojo, do I have permission to use her pretty mouth?"

"Use her however you want. I don't think she'll be quite so bratty when she's stuffed with cock." You're so focused on Joseph fucking you that you don't even realize Caesar is ready until his thick cock nudges at your lips. You let out a soft, needy whine— he feels thick and warm against you, and you feel so dirty knowing your daddy's best friend is about to fuck your mouth like this.

"Go on, baby, be a good girl for Caesar," Joseph tells you, and you timidly start with tiny kitten licks at the other man's tip.

"Sweet girl. Joseph's right, you really are such a doll. Ready for me, principessa?" You just about manage to nod before Caesar pushes his length into your mouth, stroking your head and cooing out encouragement. You feel blissfully overwhelmed as he starts to thrust faster, causing you to choke and drool around the base of his cock as he fucks your throat.

As Caesar swears softly in Italian, babbling out praise, Joseph's thrusts become more erratic, his fingertips bruising into your hips as he nears his orgasm. The office fills with the sounds of skin slapping on skin, labored breathing and moans pouring from all three of you. You're almost unsure which hands are whose, everything blurred into a hazy landscape of touches and praise and pleasure. You're sent over the edge when Joseph resumes massaging your clit, and you moan loud and shameless around Caesar's cock as your orgasm tears through you. It's only moments later that Joseph follows, hilting inside you with one last thrust as he fills you with warm cum.

Caesar pulls out of your mouth, giving you a chance to breathe for only a moment before shooting his warm release over your chest. By the end of the night, both men give you a few more orgasms with their skilled mouths before jerking off over you as you lay limply on Joseph's desk.

Joseph holds your hand as Caesar cums one last time over your face.

"Say thank you, sweetheart."

"Th... Thank you, Caesar."

“That’s my good girl,” Joseph praises. He helps you to sit up, the two men cooing over your exhausted, fucked-out body. “we’ll get you cleaned up, sweetheart, don’t worry.” You nod into his touch, smiling softly as Caesar grabs you a towel and Joseph helps you get dressed. Your legs are wobbly and your head is light, but Joseph supports you as you cling to his arm.

“Thank you, Caesar,” you murmur again shyly as you make your way to the door, and Joseph chuckles, petting over your hair fondly.

"There's my sweet princess. I knew all you needed was an attitude adjustment." He sighs happily. "Do you think you'd like to play with Caesar again sometime, baby?" Heat flares between your legs as you smile shyly at Joseph.

"Yes, please, daddy." He grins, pecking you on the lips lovingly.

"I thought you might. Well, I think that can be arranged. But for tonight, there's a hot bath waiting for you at home. After all, you’ve been such a good girl.”

[beelsbaby]

could you do the obey me undatables for the girl dad thing too please?😁

Of course! I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing it, I got carried away a lot WHOOPS but here ya go!

Undateables as girl dads

Solomon

* OKAY he wanted a son

* I don’t know he just gives me boy dad energy

* But you said no sir we having a girl

* I love that for you 😌

* But he didn’t get upset because he knew no matter what the gender was, his child would be powerful

* Insert "good for her" pic

* He reads books on how to be a dad

* How to be a dad for dummies LMAOO

* He makes sure to be fully prepared

* What a dork HA

* Her room probably has a lot of purples

* It’s very whimsical

* When she’s born, he instantly forgets about being the most powerful in the room

* All those pacts he’s made with demons mean nothing

* He is hopelessly devoted to her

* When she gets fussy, he just sprinkles a little magic and she’s giggling again

* She’s just so fascinated by it

* He loves carrying her around while doing mundane things

* He’d be reading a grimoire with her resting on his hip

* She said papa first and he was WEAK

* He did shed a tear or two but he’ll never tell

* He can put her down to sleep in record time

* He just makes up a story about magic and she’ll happily go to sleep

* She’s also very fascinated by his magical artifacts

* She’s constantly touching the ones he unsuccessfully tried to hide

* “Sweetheart, that’s papa’s, okay? That’s 380 years old... Let’s put that down, yeah?”

* Looks absolutely baffled when she’d take the artifact and BOLT

* “Y/N, why are you just standing there laughing, help me!”

* She is very sneaky and cheeky just like him

* She knows just to give her dad her cheeky little smile and he’s putty in her hands

* He’s so whipped

* But she’s also pretty sharp

* Solomon brags that she gets her intelligence from him

* Fool slept on the couch for that comment

* He has a ring with her initials on it

* She likes listening about sorcery

* “Papa papa! I want to have magic like you!”

* “One day, petal, one day”

* “Pinky pwomise?”

* He’d chuckle and intertwine his pinky with hers

* He spoke to soon because she started showing signs of sorcery at 6 years old

* He was so proud

* He taught her how to control it, how to maneuver it, and how to use it properly

* This definitely brought them closer together

* He’s just so happy to have her and she’s changed him to become a better person in just a few years, he loves her to infinity and beyond. He’ll protect her until his last breath 😭✋🏻

Simeon

* This angel was ELATED

* He thanked you endlessly like the true gentleman he is

* He didn’t care if it was a girl or a boy he was just happy to have a child with you

* When you tell him it’s a girl he immediately starts getting things ready for her

* Her room is so angelic

* The walls are painted like the sky

* It’s so beautiful

* The day she was born, he swears he finally understood what happily ever after meant

* He didn’t know if life could get any better, he was just so happy

* And she was GORGEOUS

* She looked exactly like him

* His beautiful skin tone, eyes, everything

* I’m crying at how pretty she is 😭

* He cried too, she was a literal angel

* He helped you out with everything

* He fed her, changed her, whatever you needed

* He sang her to sleep whenever she refused to sleep

* She’d stare at him with adoration

* He liked carrying her around, even if he was busy

* Multitasking king we love to see it

* Whenever he was caring her, she would grab his cheeks and babble at him

* His heart melted every single time

* Her first word was “up”

* She liked her dad picking her up and putting her on his shoulders

* So she asked him to pick her up

* He gladly did so with a huge smile

* She LOVES his wings

* She likes playing with Luke !!

* She also likes playing dress up with her dad

* She dresses up as a princess

* She has him dressing up like a knight

* He has to come save her from the dragon

* Luke is the dragon

* And He hates playing dress up lol

* She loves hearing all about angels

* And Simeon loves telling her about them

* When she’s five, she sprouts wings!

* She’s so happy

* “Look papa I’m just like you now!”

* He cries, she’s just so beautiful

* “Yes, angel, you’re like me!”

* He teaches her how to control and maneuver her wings

* She’s very clumsy at first, but he’s always there to catch her

* Simeon vows to always be there to catch her whenever she needed him, he loves her more than life itself 🥺❤️

Luke (aged up!!)

* This man passed tf out when you told him

* He was not ready for that bomb you just dropped

* But when he wakes up he asked you how you feel and if you know the gender

* When you both go to your appointment and you’re told it’s a girl, he starts freaking out

* What if he’s not a good dad?

* What if he can’t understand her?

* His mind is literally screaming WEE WOO WEE WOO

* But you assure him that he’s gonna do just fine and she’ll love him unconditionally

* He relaxes a bit

* Like 2%

* But he’s not hyperventilating anymore so you take it as a win

* He make sure her room is as comfortable as possible

* A lot of plushies and toys

* The room is such a vibe

* When she’s born, he passed out again

* Geez Luke get a grip

* You had two precious babies to look after

* But when he came to, he was in euphoria

* His baby girl was a beautiful mix of the both of you

* He was so smitten

* She’s very attached to him

* When she’s fussy he just picks her up and she settles down

* He carries around her diaper bag

* Mammon saw him once and now he never let’s him live it down

* Luke isn’t embarrassed, he’s just irritated because it’s Mammon

* Her first word was “daddy” and Luke felt his heart go BOOM 💥

* He picked her up and gave her a forehead kiss

* “Yes, little one, I’m daddy! Y/N she knows I’m her daddy she’s a genius!”

* You just smiled as he went on and on about how much of a genius y’all’s daughter was

* Proud dad™️

* He loves taking her to petting zoos, aquariums, etc

* Her eyes light up

* As she grows she gets more feisty lol

* Simeon loves comparing her feistiness to Luke’s

* But tbh it just makes Luke smug

* He loves that he has a headstrong daughter

* He knows she won’t take anyone’s crap

* When she was in the first grade, you guys got a call from the school one day

* She punched a classmate

* It was her first offense so the school just let her off of a warning

* But when Luke asked her why she did it, she said it’s because he was bullying her friend

* Prouder dad™️

* She makes him prouder every day and he’s so proud to call himself her dad, his entire heart is hers

Diavolo

* he’s been wanting to have a family with you for a long time

* So when you tell him you both are going to have a baby, he is so excited!

* He’s very doting the entire time

* When you told him it was a girl he’s was very happy and supportive

* It might have been ideal for him to have a boy but we know this man lives to break the status quo

* So he’s happy

* When she was born, Diavolo fell in love all over again

* She was just such a beautiful sight

* ALSO there was a two week celebration and the devildom

* Her room was EXPENSIVE

* He said really said no budget

* Gold things everywhere

* That’s his princess, he’d do anything for her even if it meant hurting his pockets

* Dang I need myself a Diavolo 🤪

* He carries her around in a baby carrier

* I LOVE TO SEE IT

* She said mama first but it was just with you so when she said dada you let him think it was her first word

* You don’t wanna break his heart lol

* His devilgram is basically now a stan account for his daughter

* If he really misses her, he will take her into meetings with him

* No one dares to argue with him

* She loves being on his shoulders, the view is superb

* First day of school he took her and the entire school went crazy

* She literally told him “ how far you have to leave everybody’s freaking out over you and I’m supposed to be the cool one here!”

* He laughed and kissed her goodbye

* She’s very sweet but pretty commanding

* Diavolo gushes on how she’s totally ready to be queen one day

* All name brands for his princess

* He definitely has had a portrait of her made. It’s probably in like the dining room or the main hallway

* She loves playing hide and seek

* Can you imagine big bad Diavolo running around trying to hide in a bush but he’s too tall lmaoo

* No one ever there is mess with her

* She’s only like five but she has the entire devildom standing behind her just like with her dad, I love how powerful they are. ADORABLE AND POWERFUL ??? Best daddy daughter duo in the devildom

Barbatos

* Poor baby is so nervous when you tell him

* But he want nothing more than to have a family with you

* He starts preparing everything for her arrival

* Baby proofing, preparing her room, anything he can do for her

* He make sure her room was adorable and fun

* It’s a pastel paradise

* When she’s born he’s holding your hand as you carry her

* You looked up to him and asked if he wanted to hold her

* He let out a barely audible “yes”

* When you handed her over to him, she opened her eyes and cooed up at him

* Rip Barbatos.exe stopped working

* #1 dad

* He changes diapers, he cleans up after her, takes care of her so you can get some rest

* What a gentleman 😪

* She said papa first

* He remembers the exact hour minute and second she said it LMAOO

* She’s very very shy

* But he’s helping work through her anxiety and walks her through her attacks

* Wow I’m crying 😭

* They love having little cute picnics together

* She LOVES his baking

* I mean who doesn’t

* She does very well in school

* Loves reading and history

* She really enjoys helping him out in his butler duties

* She even has a matching butler outfit that you got her

* The first time he saw her in it, bby boy couldn’t stop gushing about how cute they were

* They were the best butler duo

* N E WAY before I go on and on about them, he really loves her and you. He views her as the best thing that’s ever happened to him 🥰

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

Missin’ You is Terrible- Part 2: Thinkin’ ‘Bout You

Calum isn’t looking for deep feelings, just for some fun. But he’s pretty sure friends with benefits isn’t supposed to go like this. Black!Female Reader. 

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Get ready to miss me. 

Her handwriting is sloppy, but still readable. Calum finds the note tucked into his journal. It rests right on top of an envelope. How in the world he managed to miss that this morning when he was packing his bad, he’s not sure. Calum picks up the white paper. Something slides from one end of the envelope to the next. It’s small and rectangular. What in the world? he thinks to himself. He parts the folds and sees something baby blue, a piece of paper--a note. And a small black flashdrive. His breath catches in his throat. 

It’s not what he thinks. No, she didn’t. She wouldn’t do that. With a slight shake in his fingers, Calum pulls out the note. For Private Eyes-- is all that’s written in all caps. He scans the note again before noting a tiny arrow underneath the ‘S’. He follows it all the way down and sees in much tinier handwriting, They are watching you. 

He chuckles. Of course, of fucking course, she’d make a reference to the song in such a serious moment. Was serious even the right word to use here? He isn’t sure, but his heart beat is so rapid he can feel it thumping beneath his skin. Swallow hard, Calum plays with the flashdrive, lets his ears and brain drift down the soundwaves of David Bowie, armpits sweating about what’s on this black drive. He cannot wait for this flight to end. 

When his phone chimes mid afternoon the next day, he’s in the middle of signing posters. The second his plane landed, he managed to grab a couple hours of sleep before being rushed off to the venue. The show that night was great and the guys got up to their usual shenanigans. By the time he had a moment to himself, all he wanted to do was crash. Now he sits, working through the stack of posters in front of him. Calum scribbles his signature across the poster before capping the marker. New iMessage- A-1. Throwing a glance over his shoulders, he unlocks the message. Tell me you’ve stolen a moment alone to check what’s on that flashdrive.

Calum’s hands start to tremble. He doesn’t even want to think about what’s on that USB. He can’t even fathom what sorts of alluring and drool inducing concoctions she’s uploaded up there. He stands from the floor, a soft grunt falling off his lips. His lower back and shoulders have been killing him the last day and a half, and he knows it’s because of his visit to her. He can’t sleep hardly at night anymore. His body is dead beat tired, but his brain keeps drifting to the smell of her bonnet in his nose, to the feel of her curled up into his side. He misses her more than he usually does. 

But right now, at the mention of that fucking drive hooked to his keys, his desire just have her close is replaced with a desire to devour her, to make her see stars, to utterly destroy her for making him like this. To give her a taste of her own medicine. The ringing hits his ear as he pulls the phone closer. The hallways to the venue seem to be bustling. They had soundcheck already, but it seemed like people and crew were always doing something, always on some sort of task. “You could’ve just texted me,” she laughs answering the phone call.

Calum exhales, nearly caving at the sound of her voice. But no, he’s going to give her a taste of her own medicine. She’s always the one pulling his strings, always the one to make him into putty. She’s going to have to suffer. “Patience, babycakes. Didn’t anyone ever teach you that it’s a virtue?”

Her exhale is shaky, crackling through the phone. “That’s quite cruel. I put so much hard work into that surprise for you,” her voice lowers to a whiny whisper. “Months. So many pictures. Videos,” she draws out the word. “All your favorite sets. Know how long it took me to find a baby blue set?”

“Stop,” Calum breathes. He doesn’t want to beg. He can feel the whine trying to claw its way over his throat. He can’t. She can’t win this time. 

“You’re strong when you want to be,” she offers, voice returning to its normal volume and tone. “But only when you want to be,” she adds under her breathe. 

He hears. She knows he did. Calum straightens against the cold concrete wall. “Babycakes, you’re going to regret that.” He’s going to make sure of it. They have two more shows before the North American leg ends. He’ll sweat her out for those two days. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself until I say so.”

“Who died and made you king?”

“Let me spell it out. I have two more shows before this leg ends. How long is the drive to my place from yours? Wouldn’t you like to see Duke? Spend a couple days with me, say hi to the boys?” Calum’s purposefully neglecting details, purposefully not mentioning sex. This is her reality if she misbehaves, if she doesn’t heed his words. But that sounds heavenly as he describes it. Does it sounds just as appealing to her as it does to him? He prayed it did. Part of him wanted her to misbehave. Wanted her to crack as some kind of twisted test to see if listened to his confession. 

It seemed like she did. She got teary-eyed and he held her. Just held her, soothing her with soft murmurs and kisses to her forehead. He didn’t know what to say. Was there anything to say at that point? He wasn’t sure, and isn’t sure even now. She never said anything. How could he respond if she never spoke to him verbally. But then again she was never one for words. She spoke in actions. Like the next morning, she made him his favorite pancakes and she surprised him with muffins from a local bakery. Would she speak with actions again this time? Would she show him where she stood this time around?

“I’ll play this game,” she answers, consenting to the rules. They play these games. They make these rules, but rarely. Calum smiles at the phrase. “But when at the end of this, after I’ve obeyed like a good girl, can you do something for me?”

“What do you propose?”

“You’ll know when I ask for it.”

Calum drops his head to the wall, not hard enough to hurt him. He has to fight every once of him to fight the fucking groan trying to burst through his chest. She’s devious. She could ask for anything. She could ask to Dom. She could ask him to jump off a bridge and Calum would have to agree if he says yes now. He highly doubted she would ask him to do such a thing. But agree without specifics was a hairy situation to be in. But she needs a reward, something to look forward to that’s just for her at the end of this. Her obeying his rule, her being a good girl is for him, so he can watch her crack and melt to the smallest of his touches. He loves it. But she needs something on the other end of the deal that satisfies her Dom side, something that gives her an upper hand, even if it’s just temporary. 

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Calum nods. “I’ll play this game,” he says, pushing out all his breathe. 

“Thank you, angel.” Calum can see the sly grin on her face, he can feel her nails ghosting over his skin. The thought makes his body shiver. A groan slips over his lips. “Oh, you’re not going to regret it. Well not that much.”

Oh, she’s not getting to him right now. She’s not pulling this sleight of hands right now. Calum pushes off the wall. “You only get your favor at the end. Don’t get too cocky now.” With that he ends the call. No goodbye, doesn’t let her get something slick in. The more opportunities she has to say something smart, to say something capable of cracking him, the more likely he is to crumble in this resolve. He drops his head back against the wall, exhaling deeply. 

Someone chuckles next to him. He looks to see Ashton and Michael, sticking their heads out of the door. “Looks like someone had a pretty fun phone call,” Michael laughs. 

Calum doesn’t even need to look down to his pants to know what they’re referring to. In defense, Calum flips them off. Ashton speaks, “That Nobody is truly Somebody huh?”

Calum wants to tell them to fuck off, that it’s none of their business. But his neck is a mess of red bruises still. She worked a number on him the afternoon before he had to leave. Not that he minds, but the jokes keep coming. 

“That Nobody is probably a vampire. It’s a miracle that he’s still alive,” Michael states. 

“Alright, get a new joke,” Calum retorts. “You’ve used that one enough.” 

“Did she call to see if you had restocked? Which by the looks of it, you’ve got plenty of blood to spare,” Michael says. 

This one gets Calum, his laughter bursts out of him. “Fuck off,” he chuckles out, walking back into the room. There’s no hiding it, there’s no need to even try. Calum walks back into the dressing room, knowing full well everyone that looks at him can take a guess as to who he was just talking to. No one questions it. Calum knows he ought to be more shameful, more reserved about this. But he’ll give her this. The quiet recognition that there is a somebody even if they never speak her name. He can give her that, and she never has to know. 

__ Calum slides into his bunk that night, exhausted. But he figures before he slips into unconsciousness, he’ll finally take a quick look through her little gift. Calum pulls out his laptop and fishes out the USB. Slotting it into the port, Calum’s heart races. If he was dead tired before, now he’s wide awake. The small icon pops up, the title of the seems innocent enough. He clicks on it and there’s two compressed ZIP files. He clicks on one of it and a small text box pops up, asking for a password. What does he need a password for? She never game him one. 

But he remembers the note. He tries ‘forprivateeyes’ and that doesn’t work. Calum thinks for a second ‘privateeyes’. That doesn’t work. What else was on that note then? Calum reaches into back into his bag and pulls the envelope out. Down in that corner in the smaller handwriting. Calum types into the box, ‘theyarewatchingyou’. The box disappears and suddenly his computer screen is filled with tiny icons. The rich depth of her skin in each one of them. His fingers tremble as he clicks on one at random. The photo that lights up his screen is just of her, sitting in her fluffy grey moon chair. She appears to be bare beneath the white sheet. She gaze is direct to the camera, or maybe it’s a mirror. Probably a mirror, he guesses. She did a rod set, he can tell by the way the curls do more a shirley temple curl than the zig zag pattern of her natural curl pattern. Her head titled just a little, lips glossy, pouty and parted. 

Calum’s inhale is shaky. Holy fuck, holy fucking shit. He closes that one and clicks on another one, a little further down. Calum bites his lips as the picture loads, her a playboy bunny bodysuit. His body is tingling and hot. God, fuck. It did take her months to do all of this. Fuck, holy fuc. Scrambling he finds his phone buried under the blanket of the bunk. He doesn’t even know if she’s up at this hour. But he still tries. He has to see if she’s awake. So she can see what the fuck she’s doing to him. He keeps the volume down low, resting the phone against the screen of laptop. He clicks on another photo. This one is a video. She’s at her desk in her office, lazily sucking on a lollipop. Cherry he figures from the color of the candy. She gives a clear view of the tip of her tongue circling the body of the candy. “Fuck you,” he whispers. 

“But you’re so far away.”

Calum looks down to the phone. She’s sleepily grinning into the camera. Shit. He didn’t mean to interrupt her sleep. “Did I wake you? I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she murmurs. “You called for a reason.”

“I finally looked at what’s on that drive. You know you’re such a good girl, right? But so bad at the same time.”

 “It’s my speciality, huh?”

Calum looks back to the screen, she’s pulling the candy from hollowed cheeks. He can hear the lewd pop sound, the slurping follows soon after. Fuck, that does not sound good. He hurriedly turns down the volume, heart thundering, blood pounding in his ears. “You have headphones for a reason!” Luke shouts with a laugh. 

She chuckles. “Wear headphones for all videos in the future.”

Calum sighs. “Thanks for the warning. Now, after the fact.”

She hum, shifting before her face is completely illuminated in the dark of her room by her phone screen. “See, now’s about the time I’d be touching myself. But somebody’s decided to be an asshole.”

A grin lifts Calum’s cheeks. “Be good for him, babycakes. Sleep well.”

“Wait, you’re not just going--” Her sentence dies on her lips. Because he is. He is going to toy with her. “That’s not the only reason why you called. Not just to tell me that you looked.”

“Sweet dreams,” he says. 

A whine falls from her lips. “You’re gonna leave me high and I can’t say necessarily dry, but, just gonna leave me hanging?”

 “I surely am,” Calum smiles, waves into the camera. The call ends, the distinct two beep sound signaling it. 

The next day, the bus empties, leaving Calum alone for just a spare few minutes. So he pulls out his laptop, sliding the USB into the port again. He calls her again on FaceTime. It takes her longer to answer this time. When the call finally connects, Calum smiles, fingers typing in the password. “Have you been good?”

“No.” The word is so definite. She doesn’t make an excuse, she doesn’t hesitate with the word. But he catches the huff at the end of it. It’s not a pouty huff, it’s a breathless huff. He snaps his attention to his phone. Her chest is heaving, but she grins lazily into the camera. 

“Are you--Why?” Calum can’t even get the words out to fully flesh out his disbelief. So blatant, like with no shame. He should be furious, he’s trying to tell myself to be. But it’s not working. All that’s flooding him is desire, it starts in his lower gut, spreading to his chest. His body floods with warmth. A moan falls over her lips, eyes fluttering close. “Show me. Show me how much of a fucking bad girl you’re being,” he whispers. 

The screen shifts. She’s using her laptop, he realizes as the full view of her body comes into view. She situations the laptop between her legs. He watches the point in which her fingers disappear inside of her. He can see the pillows lifting her lower back and hips. She’s at home. She must be writing today. “So you couldn’t wait?” Calum questions, gaze zeroed in on slickness glistening in the reflection of the screen. 

“Hmm, I’m sorry. I couldn’t wait.”

“Clearly, you’re not sorry enough to stop.”

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you jacking off to those photos,” she sighs, squeezing one of her breasts. “I couldn’t stop thinking about the sounds you make, the way you pull your bottom lip between your teeth. Then I really wanted your fingers inside me. Then I-fuck,” she hisses. Her hips start to rise, heels dig into the mattress. Her fingers have sped up. 

“Stop. You fucking stop right now, or so help me God.”  He doesn’t even recognize his own voice. The amount of authority that spills past his lips makes him scared. 

Her fingers immediately stop, she doesn’t remove them. Just stops, like she was told. “I’m sorry. I-,” she tangles her free hand around the roots of her hair. 

“Tell me why. Why disobey and break the rules. I even gave you a reward at the end.”

It’s silent. She turns her attention to him. She’s assessing him. She’s trying to find the right words. She can write her ass off, she can create beautiful words. But in person, she flails. Calum doesn’t want to have to guess her motives. He wants the fucking truth. He creates an incentive. “I’ll let you cum if you’re honest.”

“I know I wasn’t supposed to touch myself. I know I consented to the rules. But what if instead of seeing you just for sex, I really wanted to just say hi to Duke, and see the other guys, and bake and too late or too fucking early in the morning with you like we used to do. What if I said I was breaking the rules because sex matters much less to me when it comes to me?”

“Well, are you saying it? Why fill that flashdrive?”

“I am saying it. I’m saying that. Why fill the flashdrive? Because I’m always thinkin’ ‘bout you. Literal months spent putting that together. Because literally you consume every thought that’s not about work or writing. Sue me. Fucking sue me for being a human being with fucking feelings. Sue me for trying to suggest that maybe just maybe I might want something more.”

His breath catches in his throat. He doesn’t do relationships. They never work for him. It requires too much trust. The last time he thought he could trust someone it blew up in his face and went viral--not in the way he wanted either. He was a kid, it was an honest mistake. But still when things cut deep, they leave scars. His first reaction is to say things would never work. His first reaction is to fucking run. But hasn’t he already kind of opened this door? Is he actually falling for her? Is this just more than sex? Was it ever really just about sex?

“Well, are you going to say anything?” 

Calum wasn’t even aware of how long his silence had stretched. “I’m a man of my word. You can cum. Be a good girl for me.”

“I know I’m naked right now. But we are passed this game. We are passed a tug of war in who’s Dom right now,” she sighs, pushing the laptop away from her. She disappears from view, but still talks. “I know we’re shit with words and verbally expressing ourselves. But I’d greatly appreciate you opening your fucking mouth for once.”

The door to the bus opens. His security guard waves at him. “C’mon, Cal.”

Shit, of course. Now when he doesn’t need to be interrupted. Her sigh is heavy from the other side of the screen. “Go, I understand.”

Calum exits the folder, ejecting the flashdrive. “I’ll call you back,” he says. “Okay? Give me just a minute to get into the venue and then I’m calling right back.”

“Okay.” It’s not a convincing tone. She’s defeated. Her lips are twisted, her eyes look glassy. Fuck, damn it. 

“I swear. I’ll call the second I’m inside.” All she does is sigh and nod before ending the call. Calum rushes to collect his things, throwing them into his bag. He follows behind the guard, phone still unlocked on her contact name. The second the fans see him, the screams start. He waves. He doesn’t even attempt to smile. The moment his feet touch the inside of the venue his taps on her number again. The call rings once, then twice, three times. She’s not going to answer. Calum bites down on his thumb nail, listening to the ringing. He doesn’t leave a message. 

He calls again a couple hours later, after sound check. Still no answer. She responds to that missed call with a text. Sorry, got an email about a bumped up deadline. 

Calum types a reply. Okay. Good luck. Let me know you’re done so we can talk. Please. 

She sends back a thumbs up emoji. Calum drops the phone into his lap, rubbing his closed eyes with the heel of his palms. She always responds with a text, a phrase, even if it’s just ‘K’. There’s always some sort of text, never just an emoji. He could cry.  Honestly, he might be. There’s that all too distinct sting behind his eyes. Yes, definitely teas. It’s not that he wants to reject his feelings. He’s just frustrated. He can’t believe that he was an idiot. Why didn’t he say anything about his feelings? Why did he think that he could respond like that? “Fuck,” he exclaims.

The entire room jolts at the exclamation. Michael puts his phone down, watching his friend rub his face. Ashton walks over, perching onto the edge of the sofa. “I’m such an fucking idiot,” Calum mutters. 

“What’s up, man?” Ashton asks. 

Calum shakes his head, finally opening his eyes. He peers up to Ashton, the anguish painting his face. Ashton knows, gives a squeeze to Calum’s shoulder. “I’m a fucking idiot.”

“You said that already.”

“I just really fucked up. And I can’t tell if she’s blowing me off, or she’s actually busy now and can’t talk. She’s never responded to a message with just an emoji. Never, ever.”

“Give her the rest of the day. See if she responds with something else.” Calum nods. Maybe she just needs time. 

The entire show, Calum’s too focused on if she’s called, if she’s left a message. She knows he’d be on stage at this point. If she really wanted to talk, she wouldn’t call when he couldn’t answer. He misses a note and nearly wants to kick his own ass. Just stop thinking about her for thirty seconds, he reprimands. When the show ends, Calum hates himself. He played terrible. He managed towards the end of the show to put aside his thoughts for the most part. But by that point, it feels too late to correct it, to make it better. 

He stands from his final bow, steps backwards and immediately thinks about drowning his anger in a pint. Or two, maybe more. His phone is empty of messages from her. Not a text or a call. He figured as such. As the night nears morning, there’s still nothing from her. Calum curls up in his bunk, clutching his phone. He doesn’t care if her call comes at 7 in the morning. It won’t matter what time as long as it comes. 

__

To see Duke is just the distraction that Calum needs. She still hasn’t called. It’s only been a day and a half. He’d be less concerned, if not for the fact of his fucking idiotic mistake. He hasn’t called since his text, he’s afraid to interrupting her. But now it’s eating him alive. He reclines in his outdoor seating, rubbing Duke’s stomach. “Should I call her bub?” he asks the small dog. 

Duke turns his head to Calum. He doesn’t say anything, just pants a little happy to have Calum back. Calum unlocks his phone and hovers over her name. He should call her. Even if she doesn’t answer, he’ll leave a voicemail. He’ll apologize. There’s a chance she doesn’t listen right away. But he has to do something. He taps it and presses the phone icon. Bringing the phone to his ear, he listens to the ringing, heart pounding against his ribs. It rings for a fourth time and he’s about to give up when the call connects. “So, I’m still on deadline and I’m still pretty pissed. But I figured I should finally answer,” she says. 

“I’m sorry. I should’ve actually responded to your confession. I should’ve said literally anything other than what I did. I’m so so sorry.”

“Could’ve said that in a text.”

“Would you even have read it?”

She chuckles. “Probably not right away.”

“How much more do you have to do? What’s the new deadline? I want to have a proper conversation but I don’t want to intrude on your time.”

“Tonight. I still have a fourth of this chapter and then three more. I haven’t slept more than four, five hours total. I’m running on pure caffeine, right now.” Her sigh is heavy through the phone.

“Get some rest, okay? I’ll call tomorrow morning.”

“I’m still mad at you,” her voice is soft. 

“You could curse me out. But I’m going to talk to you. I’m going to apologize properly, again.”

“I’ll answer,” she whispers. Calum ends the call, biting his lip. This is good. She answered. As Calum watches out, taking in the lush grass, recording cute clips of Duke, he starts planning how early to get up. He’s got more than one way to apologize to her.

__

“How can I help you?” the young girl says from behind the glassy display case. 

Calum eyes the donuts, but also keeps an eye on Duke. He sits quietly, watching all the other patrons of the bakery. “Half a dozen variety pack. Though I might be back later,” he chuckles, thinking how much she loves this family owned donut shop. 

The girl nods, grabbing the box and lining it with a wax sheet. “It’s a blessing and a curse to work here,” she jokes. “I highly suggest the lemon filled.”

“Throw two of those in there, yeah. Two red velvets.” Those are her favorite. He cannot show up to her door without those in the pink box. He pauses, looking over the rest of the options. “And two classic glazed too.”

“Great choices.”

It’s about ten when he knocks on her door. If it weren’t for the donuts in his passenger seat, Calum is sure that it would’ve taken him nearly an extra hour to knock. He said call, not roll up at her door with donuts. But he did also have Duke, so maybe that would make up for it as well. Just as he drops his hand, the door opens. He expected her to roll out of bed, drag herself to the front door. But no, she’s in athletic shorts and an one of his t-shirts tucked into them. It’s his Drop Dead one, the ones with holes in it. Her hair picked out in a fro around her head. She’s even got lipgloss on. Fuck. He wonders for a moment if it’s the one that’s slightly scented like vanilla. 

“I thought you said you were going to call,” she chuckles, holding the door open with her body. 

Calum shrugs. “So maybe I’m bad about my word sometimes.” He lifts the box of donuts. “But I brought breakfast, or maybe a mid-morning snack. It looks like you’ve been up for a while.”

She waves him inside, crouching to pick up Duke, who happily climbs into her arms.  She giggles. “Yes, it’s scented lip gloss Duke. No, you can’t have any. I’m so sorry bud.” Calum places the box onto her dining room table. He spies the Swiffer mop and knows she was in the middle of cleaning, so slides out of his shoes, putting them on the guest shoe rack.He stands for a moment. Can he act like he normally does? Go straight in for a donut and kick his feet up on the coffee table? No, he should probably talk to her first. 

“I’m going to chop your head off. Relax.”

Calum plays at the rings on his fingers. He’s not really sure why he put them on. Well, no, that’s a lie. He knows why he put them on, because he knows how much she loves them. He wanted to show he was thinking about her too. Another reason why he got the donuts too. Calum nods, looking to the ground for a second. “So, if I say I’m a fucking idiot and I’m very sorry again is it overkill?”

She slips the harness off Duke, shaking her head. “No. It’s not overkill. Some might call it just a kill. I’m sorry for ghosting. I should’ve called or something.” She slumps in front of her couch, put Duke up on the couch cushions. Calum grabs the box of donuts and some napkins. He settles down directly across from her in front of the coffee table. She flips the lip, grabbing a red velvet with her fingers. 

“You’re disgusting,” Calum teases. 

“You’ve kissed me with your own cum in my mouth. Let’s not talk about gross right now.”

He rolls his eyes, though he shifts a little. “We’re not talking about that right now.” But there’s a lot more they’re also not talking about either. Like, is Calum ready to jump into the deep end. Is he truly gonna let himself call this love? Is he going to call this a desire to be with someone that’s not strictly sexual? Is he going to actually “do” feelings right now? But fuck, does he like pondering the universe with her. He likes watching her play with Duke, he’s got too many videos of them curled up together on his phone. 

“It’s been hard to sleep at night,” Calum utters. She pauses, part of her bite still hanging out of her mouth. “Without you,” he continues. “Like, I either don’t sleep peacefully at all. Or I sleep in this really tight ball and I wake up with sore muscles. There’s something about the floral scent to your hair products, something about your body heat next to me. And like, pondering the universe alone fucking sucks. I much rather hear you debate me on every sentence than have my brain loop the same paranoid thought a thousand times. And I’ve very unfortunately forgotten your family recipe to snickerdoodle cookies and I’m sad about that because they’re the greatest cookies ever. And what I’m really trying to say is that I have feelings for you. And not just the ‘I-want-to-fuck-her-senseless’ kind. It’s more of the ‘I-want-to-watch-her-edit-at-the-kitchen-table-massage-her-shoulders-and-then-fuck-her-senseless-on-it’ feelings’ kind of feelings. And I’m so sorry I didn’t say that before. I-- me and verbal communication aren’t the best of friends.”

She nods. “I know that much. We aren’t great friends either. I guess my question is, do we want to act on those feelings? Like I know I’d like to, but Mr. Doesn’t Do Relationships across from me might say otherwise.”

“I do. I want to act on these feelings. I’m not promising that I’m going to the best. I’m not promising that I’m such knight in shining armor. But I am promising to try. It’s honestly all I’ve got.”

Licking some of the icing from her fingers, she taps against the wooden structure beneath her fingers. “So, like, what now?” she laughs. 

Calum shrugs with chuckle. “The hell if I know.” 

“I gotta finish mopping the kitchen, so I’m going to go do that and then we can figure out what the hell happens from here.” Calum nods, watching her push up from the floor. As she passes, he reaches out for her, fingers brushing over her calves. She nudges his leg with her foot. He over dramatizes the effect and falls back onto the hardwood flooring. 

Her chuckle is soft, “Idiot. It wasn’t even that hard.” Before she can walk away, Calum grabs onto her ankle. He know she has responsibility. But the kitchen floor isn’t going to up and run. “Yes, Calum?”

“Are you still mad at me?”

“No, you fucking bought me red velvet donuts. I’d be a fool to still be mad at you.”

“Does that then mean that I can get a kiss?”

She watches the way his lips quirk into a smirk. He’s going to ask for a lot more. He says kiss, but she second squats down to peck his lips, his hands are going to find her hips. If his hands find her hips, they’ll find her waist. Then her breast, her throat, every inch of her skin. “Just a kiss,” she warns. 

The warning falls on deaf ears. As she lowers down, Calum catches her waist, pulling her in close. Don’t swing your legs over his waist, she warns herself. That’s the deadly move, that’s the nail in her coffin. As their lips pull apart, Calum gives another tug. Her knee hits his side. “I gotta mop,” she defends. Yes, mop. That’s going to spare her just minutes. 

“It can wait. I’m thinking about that playboy bunny suit right now and I really hope your coffee table is sturdy.”

She straddles him, holding his face gently in her hands.This is it, she’s completely lost any ounce of being in her right mind. He smells so much like Gain, stale cigarettes and coffee. He smells like home to her. She doesn’t give a fuck about that kitchen floor now. “Coffee table’s too short.” They gaze at each other. Dark brown melting into each other. He reaches up and brushes over her face with the back of his knuckles. She’s real, and his. Fuck, the phrase feels strange in his mind. Would it sound just as strange? Would it feel awkward leaving hips?

“You’re like, actually mine,” he whispers, his lips lift into a smile. No, it’s definitely not awkward. It feels right. But still strange, still not firmly in his grasp.

“I’m yours,” she laughs, kissing him. His fingers dig into her side. She’s soft beneath his fingers, she’s warm, she’s his. Her hips grind down on his crotch, covered thinly in the mesh of his basketball shorts. He groans into her mouth. She tastes differently now, he thinks, even behind the sweetness of her donut. She still tastes, smells like what he always knew, but it feels new on his tongue, in his nose. It feels news and exciting somehow. 

Calum slips his hands under the cotton of her, his, t-shirt and she moans into his mouth. The rings probably cold to her. Balling the cotton into his fist he pulls up. She breaks their kiss, pulling the shirt completely off her body. A lacy black bralette covers her brown chest. He runs the pads of his fingers over her skin, dancing them over the swell off her breasts. She drops her head back, pressing hard down into his crotch again. “Hmm,” she whines. 

“I know you call me an angel. But right now, you’re the one god sent,” he whispers to her, squeezing her breast beneath the thin material. He drags his second hand down her stomach, pressing his palm deep into her flesh. 

Her head falls forward, a smile resting on her face. She crawls her nails up his skin, trailing up his ribs beneath the black hoodie adorning his body. She pushes the material up, exposing his skin to the cool air. Her lips are soft as the barely touch his body. “Ah,” he groans, tensing at the small bites she trails up his skin. She pushes until the hoodie is up and over his head. Calum sits up, pulling them chest to chest. 

She rests her head onto his shoulder as his fingers run down her spine, playing at the hooks. Her cheek is so close to his silver fern. His reminder of a home he’s never been. She wants to take them there. She wants to watch his face light up when he lands and gets to spend proper time with his family. Not rushed backstage, not told at the holidays. But proper time. She kisses the tattoo softly several times. Calum tilts his head a little, letting her take her time with his body. “I’m gonna take you home of these days,” she whispers in his ear, gently nibbling at his ear. 

He chuckles. “It’s two hours without bad traffic.”

“No,” she presses a hand to the tattoo. “I’m going to take you home. Here,” she says tapping the black ink. 

“I am in a home,” he returns. “Right here with you in my arms.”

“A home, but not home. I know Sydney will always be your home, the place you’ll ultimately go back to. But, roots, I want to take you to your roots.”

He can’t say no to that. He’s always wanted to go. He’s just never allowed himself to dream it a possibility. He always has something else to do. He’s always putting something else in front of it. He can’t put something else in front of her though. She’s going to be his reason to finally think of himself. “Okay, Ms. Big Shot. Sweep me off my fucking feet.”

She kisses him, laughter still bubbling from her lips. “I’m not that strong. But I’ll surely try.”

Calum undoes the hooks to her bralette, staring directly into her eyes as he pushes the lace away from her skin. “A small wise old alien once said, ‘Do or do not. There is no try.’”

She slaps his chest. “Do not quote Yoda to me with your dick hard.”

He laughs, biting the end of her nose before placing a kiss to it. “Fine. No more Yoda quotes in the bedroom. But since this isn’t the bedroom.”

She covers his mouth, trying to stare at him with fire in her eyes. But all that’s there is love, is her laughter, is a softness for him. “I swear to God, Angel, I will walk away right now.”

Calum sighs, but nods, signalling his agreement to not quote anymore Star Wars. He wraps his arms around her waist as she slowly pulls her hand away. Calum waits. She’ll give in too soon. She’ll believe in his agreement. Right as she relaxes into his embrace, he squeezes her into a hug. “Feel the Force.”

“I fucking hate you, Cal! Oh my god, I do.” She laughs, attempting to wrestle from his grasp. He peppers her face and neck in loud, wet kisses, punctuating each one with a “muah” sound effect. She knows she can’t win. Not in a game of pure strength, so she gets a good handful of hair into her hands and pulls. Calum immediately ceases with playful kisses a whimper falling over his throat. His grip slackens and he lets her pull his head up.She pushes away from him, settling onto the edge of the coffee table. 

“Don’t laugh,” she warns.

Why would he laugh? All he can think about is the pleasure swimming in his veins. She peels her shorts away to reveal Wonder Woman underwear. “If you think those panties are gonna ruin this mood, you have got me all wrong.” Calum pushes shorts and underwear off, wiggling his fingers for her to crawl back onto his lap. 

“My knees are already gonna be mad at me,” she teases, running her fingers over his length. It’s been way too long. Her mouth is already watering at the sight of him, mind already reminding her what he taste like. She stands, holding out her hands. Calum stands with her assistance before she’s pushing him into the wall. 

“Shouldn’t you be the one against the wall?” he teases, but his laughter dies in his throat when she sinks to her knees. Her hands wrap around him with no apprehension and tug up. 

“Hands behind your back please?”

Widening his stance a bit, Calum holds his hands behind his back, bracing into the wall. Her tongue and lips slips over with ease. There’s the initial moment of tensing before he relaxes into the sucking, slurping, tugging of her mouth and hands. She swirls around his length with the top of her tongue, flicking at head before sucking his back down her throat. “Fuck,” he hisses at the feeling of him hitting the back of her throat. She gags around him and pulls back for a moment. 

His toes are curling. His hands are fists, have been for what feels like hours now, but knows are only minutes. She slurps some of the excess salvia, but the vibration sends a current through Calum’s body. “God-fuck, baby,” he whines, watching her. He wants nothing more than to grab a fistful of her hair, wipe the tears falling down her cheeks. “Oh, please, can I touch you?” his voice is just a pant. 

He gets no answer. She just wants to bring him over the edge, just wants to hear the groan ripping over his throat. She’ll stop at nothing to hear it. Her hand pulls faster, her bobs become more swallow. But her pace is relentless. Calum feels like he’s chipping paint off her wails, but how hard he’s scratching to keep his hands in place. His hips rut into her mouth once, then a second time. He’s gonna come down her throat. Tearing his hands from behind his back, he grabs both sides of her face, stilling her. He gives another rut of his hips, hitting the back of throat. She gags around him and the sudden squeeze is all he needs. His groan tears over his throat. Calum drops his head into the wall, emptying himself into her. His vision stars for a moment until her nails dig into his thighs. Then he hisses from the pleasurable pain. 

His breathe still gone, he brings his gaze back down to her, she’s got tears down her face. He pulls out of her mouth and she coughs. “Sorry,” he whispers, pulling her up. “I’m sorry.” Calum wipes her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs, allowing her time to catch her breathe. Once he’s sure she’s breathing steadily, he pulls her in. He knows what he taste until on her tongue. But he just needs her close. Their kiss is soft. Arms wrapped around his neck, their bodies press close other. Calum lets his hands wander, sliding between her legs. She’s soaked, so much so, he slides in one finger giving test pumps before deciding he can easily insert a second. 

She shudders against him, back bowing a little. Calum wraps his left arm around her, hoisting her into a studier position. “Come around my fingers, yeah, babycakes?”

Her words die in her throat as he pumps faster. Watching her, mouth hanging opening, the tiny sounds and moans falling over her lips, she reminds him of a painting come to life--nothing more perfect to him. Her latch around his neck tightens, her head dropping to his chest. He continues to push his fingers in and out of her curling up into the fleshy part of her. “Hmm, God,” she cries.

“That’s right,” he whispers into her ear. He drags his lips over her skin, kissing the parts he can reach, bending to nip at her collarbones. 

“Calum,” she hums, her legs start to shake. She can’t stand hardly. She’s not going to be able to stand by herself, she thinks. The wave of orgasm crashes over her, hits her all at once. “God,” she shouts, voice straining and eventually giving out on her. Her mouth hangs open, clutching, clawing at Calum to keep up, to keep steady. He rides out the rest of high, feeling as her holds slackens. 

Gently, he pulls his fingers out of her, bring them to his own lips. In her post orgasm haze, she can just register the sounds of Calum moans in her ears as he licks his fingers clean. She smiles up at him, tugging at his wrist. His hand in front of her she licks around the metal of his fingers, collecting her own arousal on her tongue. “Can’t let you have it all,” she grins, and then drops her head back into his chest. 

“No,” he chuckles, “no you can’t. Clearly.” Both arms wrapped around her, they stay hugged together, his back still pressed into the wall. 

“I will be able to walk in approximately 6.3 seconds. And it’ll be the bed for nap. Care to join me?” she laughs, sound muffled by his skin. 

“Sounds good to me.”

[aliypop]

The Mafia Meet Up

Word Count :  2,279

A/N : Trying out a fic with Lucifer and my Character Yonah

Warning: Smut

Yonah sat at her desk taking calls and enjoying her usual Saturday at the GCPD when suddenly the sound of files dropped onto her desk, behind the stack was Jim Gordon holding a ticket to L.A.

"What's this for?" Yonah asked, watching the way Jim was acting. 

"It's an undercover mission, you'll know the rest when you get there," Jim said, 

"Sunny side LA here I come..." Yonah said, getting off the plane she could already tell this was going to be a bumpy ride of a weekend, the sun was bright and beating hot almost like hell itself, as she made her way to the LAPD she couldn't help wonder what this case was all about. 

"Detective Wayne you're here, I'm Detective Espinoza," he said, taking his hand out for her to shake it, in which Yonah did, he was handsome, but she still was lost on the case. 

"So about this case?" she asked, 

"Well, we're gonna pair you up with hopefully.." 

"Another beautiful day isn't it," Yonah paused as she heard a familiar voice coming from down the hall, it was sweet smooth and seductive the sound of a pure handsome devil, "I'm Luci-" he paused looking down at the shorter woman. It had been a while since she had even seen him, "Lucifer.." Yonah smirked, "You're a detective now?" she asked, as Dan looked at the two confused, but getting an idea for the case.

"It's settled.." 

The case was for the two to sell that they were a couple, not just any couple, but one of L.A.'s toughest crime lords, ever since the mobs of Gotham started to arrive, L.A. has been more of a mess than usual, and it was up to Lucifer and Yonah now to fix it. Sitting in the middle of Lux was Yonah who was reading over the case, 

"Do you think we can pull it off?" she asked, looking up at Lucifer. 

"Depends if you want me to, love." He smirked watching her blush, he always enjoyed teasing Yonah whenever she was around him, It was almost as if he made it his goal in a sense, "So who's gonna be the don in the relationship?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

 "Both of us.." she grinned, "Now Luci?" scooting closer laying her hand on his thigh giving it a little squeeze, " If they ask, you were the son of an opposing mob don of mine, " she began leaning in closer towards him, "by the way Luci.," she whispered in his ear.

"What is it you desire.." she asked, her eyes glowing a violet color as she noticed Lucifer staring into them. 

"Well I..," 

"I'm just kidding I'm heading to bed, you're welcome to join me?" she hinted at him. 

"Tired already, Ms. Wayne," he asked watching her walk up the steps, 

" I never said I was tired, I only said I was heading to bed, Mr. Morningstar." she purred waiting for his reaction, Lucifer began to run up the steps after her as he caught her in his arms. Yonah looked up at him as she kissed him under the Jaw her free hand already in his devilish black hair, Yonah only gave him a little smirk as she kissed down his neck pinning up him up against the wall, 

"We'll finish this tomorrow, perhaps?" Yonah said walking away from him, as he left speechless, there was something about her that made him want to beg for her to tame him which was odd since that was usually his effect on women,    later the next night Yonah was busy setting up for their plan, she knew it was up to her to set up the whole mafia meet up, but it had to be done with the right appearance. Yonah walked down the steps wearing a tight-fitting mermaid gown that was trimmed in gold with red on the bottom of it. 

Lucifer couldn't keep his mouth closed when he saw her, he wanted to tremble in her presence and let her have his way with him. "Well, you look at you.." he smirked, "Don't you look good enough to eat?" 

"Later babe, the guest will be here any minute," she smirked, fixing his tie as she pulled him by it to face her height, "And behave please,"

"What if I don't want to?" he whispered, Yonah looked at him pure lust in her eyes. "Then I'll make you." she giggled hearing a knock on the door as her eyes were wide, 

"They're here, we're doing this.." she began to panic.

Lucifer opened the door while Yonah went back upstairs to redo her make up for an interesting entrance. 

"Carlo Falcone, sorry my wife couldn't c-" he paused watching from the steps of the club, a beautiful woman who looked like a goddess, straight from a movie, "That's your girl?" he nodded over to her.

"Luci aren't cha gonna introduce ya fiance to ya new fri-" Yonah said looking at Carlo, his blue piercing eyes staring her down almost like a piece of steak, 

"Yonnie?" Carlo said taking a seat as Lucifer began to get jealous, 

"Carlo.," Yonah growled at him, The last time she saw him he wasn't exactly on good terms with him, "Ya went from working a club, to owning one huh," he smiled sitting down at the bar. Lucifer grabbed Yonah by the waist her eyes wide, knowing that was a turn-on of hers. "So how long have you two been together?"

"Years.." Lucifer said kissing her forehead, "My sweet little Yonah came to me one night shot 60 of my men down and I was hooked ever since," he laughed as Yonah gave him a giggle, 

"60 men, Yonah you never told me you were such a gunslinger,"

"They don't call me Pink Enchantress for nuthin, isn't that right Lucikins," she placed her hand on his chest as she kissed his ear. "I call her my little Star," he said blushing hard at her, 

"She's my princess.." he laughed.

"But I'm also your queen," sitting on his lap as she kissed him sweetly, "So what about you Carlo, how's your pussycat of a wife,"

"Myra.. she's doing good keeps me up at night, when she's not in Arkham you talk to her lately.." Yonah's palms began to get sweaty as Lucifer held her hand, he knew that topic was a sensitive one, but he didn't think it would hurt her this bad. 

"Haven't talked to her since she married you," Yonah laughed sheepishly, she then looked up at Carlo, "Probably couldn't do ya like I did however.." she mumbled under her breath, "What was that?" Carlo asked watching the couple who he could feel were truly in love, as the night progressed Carlo was drunk and spilling every little fact needed, while Lucifer kept teasing. 

"Not now sweetie, he's confessing," she smirked as Carlo kept talking while Lucifer kept whining like a spoiled brat, "We're just here to raise hell to start a few new rings here and there maybe aside from that drug dens the usual," Carlo said,

"If you don't cut it out, Luci...  I will punish you," she whispered to him.

"But sweetheart I’m impatient, "  he groaned,

"It's almost over," she grumbled, a few hours passed Carlo was gone, and Yonah was upstairs taking the evidence that she had and closing it up safely. sitting in front of the fireplace she took her robe off now covered in pink from her lace corset to her garters, "Lucikins, where are ya," she asked, "I got a surprise for ya.,"

Lucifer walked in breathless at the fact of what he saw, Yonah sitting there almost like a present, he didn't exactly know what to do, until she saw him, "Well if it isn't my Lucikins,"  unbuttoning his shirt she couldn't believe that this was happening, Lucifer melting in her hands like putty,   he wanted her badly to the point he could almost taste it, 

"Doesn't it get tiring asking what others desire," Yonah asked walking behind him, her hands on his waist, "What are your needs, what do you desire truly.." she whispered pulling him down to the bed.

"You.." he mumbled,

"What was that?" she smirked, twirling a pair of handcuffs in her hand, "My sweet baby, that's too vague.." she began to laugh making him shiver, " What is it you truly desire,"

"I want you to make me yours love, tear me apart till I'm a bloody mess!" he grinned leaning closer towards her his eyes filled with a lustful desire, Yonah laughed seeing how he was acting, reaching out for to kiss him, "Aw is my little devil begging? " she pushed him down on his back pinning him down as she latched the cuffs on his wrist, 

"Oh my.. Lucikins don't you look adorable, " pressing kisses down his chest hearing a sharp breath from him, "Well.. we've gotta get rid of these," she began to say as she removed his pants for him, Lucifer was already a blubbering melting mess that Yonah already knew how to control. She knew had bad he wanted her on top of him. As her hands began to roam further down, she couldn't help but torture him just to remind him how big of a brat he was. 

Reaching over the side of the bed she grabbed her riding crop, brushing it up against his skin, "You know what I do with boys like you," she asked tilting his chin to look directly at her as he shook his head,

"Take a guess.." she said as she straddled him, her finger making small circles on the little skin of his wrist. Lucifer whimpered before responding, "You pleasure them?" Yonah laughed at his response, "If they're well behaved.." she said, striking him with the riding crop, "But you Lucikins have been very naughty."  she said kissing him with a fiery passion as she bit his bottom lip sliding her tongue inside his mouth, creating more heat between the two. He loved the way she was denying him what he wanted she was brutal like that, and he didn't mind it one bit, pulling away from him she could tell how aroused he was, but she'd be damned if she stopped with the teasing.

"If you behave then you can touch.." she smirked striking him again, watching him nod in agreeance only made her happy as she unlocked the cuffs from his wrist he couldn't keep his hands off her, untangling the silk bow of her corset he sat there in pleasure watching it fall enchanted by the way she looked like an Angel ready to indulge in the sin that was him. 

"Shall we?" he smirked watching her sink onto him like a queen sitting on her throne, waiting as she adjusted to his size Yonah knew that this was where she belonged being praised as if she ruled hell itself and right now she did, holding onto her shoulder as she threw her head back while she began to ride him, starting off a slow, a few moans and paints began to fill the room,  Lucifer had his hands on her hips as he began to guide her to go faster.

"I think we need some music.," Yonah said panting a bit, as Lucifer nodded, "I couldn't agree more," 

I can be your sugar when you're fiendin' for that sweet spot

Put me in your mouth, baby, and eat it 'til your teeth rot

I can be your cherry, apple, pecan, or your key lime

Baby, I got everything and so much more than she's got

"Harder!" Yonah moaned pulling at those dark locks of his as he penetrated her harder, Yonah knew that when they were both done neither one of them would be walking for a few days, 

"Lucifer!" she moaned louder, collapsing on top of him as Lucifer kissed her hard as he then kissed down her neck his arm around her waist as he was now on top of her.

"You didn't think I would let you have all the fun did you, love, "he asked as he began leaving hickeys  down  her neck stopping at her breast and eventually to her thighs, "Oh darling you're nearly dripping for me," he laughed watching how red she turned as he licked his fingers,

"Cut it out.." she said blushing hard, 

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, you taste delicious... " he said, hearing her moaning his name left him on a high he never wanted to come down from, watching her eyes roll back from every nibble and the swirl of his tongue sent her on another tower of pleasure. 

"Oh, Lucifer!" she growled, arching her back, "More!" 

"I haven't even started the real show yet," he smirked.

Rounds became hours and those hours became a new day, Yonah and Lucifer were snuggled up cuddling next to each other laughing and catching their breaths, "How are ya holding up Mr, Morningstar?" she asked watching Lucifer react to the way her fingers were in his hair. 

"Well, we're eating ice cream and watching cartoons, pretty good, though I must say you.. clearly are a devil tamer." he joked as she kissed his cheek. 

"Even the devil himself can be a brat," she smirked before noticing all the bite marks and bruises she left on him before she sat on his lap leaning back into him giving him a certain look, "It's 5 pm somewhere.." she shrugged taking the ice cream placing it on his neck as she licked off hearing him take another deep breath.

[lilacmoon83]

Witness Protection

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Chapter 5: Surprises

Mary Margaret leaned against the door frame with a dreamy look, as she listened to her husband sing to their daughter. David had a gorgeous voice and it was very soothing to Emma. And very sexy to Mary Margaret. Their daughter had been fighting sleep tonight and had extorted three bedtime stories from her father and a lullaby. She teased him about how he was such putty in her tiny hands. And he couldn't disagree. She was anxious on that night though, for she had something very special to reveal to him. So when Emma finally fell asleep, she felt the butterflies in her stomach and she eagerly kissed him once they were downstairs and behind the curtain where their bed was.

"Wow...someone is frisky tonight," he purred, as their lips parted and she bit her bottom lip.

"I am…" she agreed, as she unbuttoned his shirt and smoothed her hands along his bare chest.

"There's a bottle chilling in the fridge. Why don't you go get it and maybe I'll be wearing less clothes when you get back," she purred back. He grinned and kissed her again, as he hurried to the kitchen. He grabbed two wine glasses and opened the fridge. But instead of finding wine, he found a bottle of sparkling pear cider.

"Hey...you haven't drank any of this since…" he said, as he thought about it and trailed off. He looked back at her, his face filled with awe and hope. She had changed out of her clothes and into a maternity nightgown that she wasn't filling out yet, but he recognized it too. She nodded. He set the bottle and glasses down, before running toward her and sweeping her into his arms. She giggled, as he kissed her passionately.

"How far along?" he asked, as he carried her to bed, while kissing her again.

"Mmm...well, I've only taken a pregnancy test, but I have all the symptoms. I'm going to get it confirmed tomorrow afternoon after lunch. I was hoping my handsome husband will join me," she replied. He grinned kissed her again.

"Oh, there is nothing that could keep me away, my darling," he said, as he lay her on the bed.

"I never imagined being as happy as you've made me," she gushed. He smiled.

"Me either...but let's see if I can make us even happier," he replied, as they melted into each other.

~*~

Weaver walked into Roni's bar late that evening. He knew she was getting ready to close, but they were friends and she never turned him or Rogers away, even after she flipped the closed sign.

"I haven't seen you look this bothered since Leopold Blanchard bought his way out of that conviction last year," Roni said, as she dried some glassware.

"I need a drink," he said and she complied by pouring him some brandy.

"What's going on?" she questioned, as he downed the liquid.

"I always track Blanchard's travel and his private jet touched down in Los Angeles earlier tonight," he replied.

"Okaaay...and that's bad why?" she asked.

"It's bad, because he wasn't on it. I just had it verified by one of my rat bastard moles," he replied with distaste.

"And can you trust this rat bastard?" Roni asked.

"Not really...but he's easily bought. Trust me, Smee is well paid and said that Leopold Blanchard wasn't on that plane," Weaver replied, as he put a stack of pages on the counter.

"But I think he was on this one," Weaver said, as he showed her the page.

"United flight to Portland, Maine...Leo White?" she asked in disbelief.

"He thinks this alias won't raise any red flags with me, but he was still foolish enough to fly business first class," Weaver replied.

"You're sure?" she asked with trepidation. He nodded.

"It's what my gut is telling me," he confirmed.

"Portland is only an hour or so from Storybrooke…" she feared, as she picked up the phone.

"Don't…" he said.

"What do you mean? We need to warn Mary and David!" she exclaimed.

"If we warn them...they'll run and Blanchard will just come back here once the trail goes cold. But...if we play this right, we can catch him once and for all," Weaver said. Her eyes widened.

"You want to use Mary and David as bait for him to slip up?" she asked in disbelief.

"I don't like it either, but we could take Leopold Blanchard out if we play this right. I've already called Rogers and we're leaving for Maine tonight," he said.

"Then you better buy another ticket, because I'm going with you," she said, as she did a shot. He smirked.

"Already did. Go pack," he said, as she went to do so.

~*~

Leopold's rental, a luxury model of course, slowly drove past a sign that said "Welcome to Storybrooke." His first impression was about what he expected. A small, recluse town that held none of the prestige and fine living that he knew in Seattle. He almost rolled his eyes and wondered how his daughter could be happy in such a Podunk spot. No skyscrapers, fine restaurants, or five-star hotels. The tallest building was a clocktower that didn't even work, judging by the time of eight-fifteen on the clock face. And there were a few generic eateries, including a diner, and one Inn of all things. It was incredibly disappointing that his daughter had settled for this, but he knew he had to play this right. If she saw him first, she'd run to her husband and they would be in the wind again, before he could blink. But if he could endear himself to her new friends, she couldn't reject him without making a spectacle.

He was almost certain that none of her new friends knew anything about her real past and any hostility toward him wouldn't make a lot of sense. Yes...it was high time that he and his daughter finally talked and he was certain this would make it happen. Only when the time was exactly right would he bring her and his granddaughter back under his control. And do away with her cop husband.

He started the morning by renting a room at the Inn and endearing himself to the elderly woman that owned it. He told her he was here to surprise his daughter and see his precious granddaughter. Widow Lucas was excited by such and invited him over to the diner, telling him that Margaret, her husband, and the baby were frequent customers. He agreed that it would be the perfect place for his "surprise".

~*~

Mary Margaret awoke that morning and realized she had slept in. But she wasn't worried, for it was Saturday and she was looking forward to spending the day with her baby. She turned over, finding her husband's spot empty, but he wasn't far and she spied him buttoning up his shirt.

"Good morning," she cooed. He smiled.

"Good morning to you too, beautiful," he replied, as he leaned down and kissed her tenderly.

"Early patrol?" she asked.

"Yeah, I promised Graham I would, but I'll meet you and Em for lunch at the diner. Then we'll go to the hospital for your appointment," he replied excitedly. She smiled.

"That sounds great," she agreed, as she heard Emma in the living room, as she laughed at the cartoon on television. It was one of the sweetest sounds in the world and soon they would have two of those precious sounds.

"She's eating her Cheerios and I've still got a few minutes if you want to shower quick," he said.

"Thanks baby," she said, as she got up and headed for the bathroom.

~*~

"I got here as soon as I could, but I still don't have a sitter that can stay with Alice for more than a few hours," Rogers said, as he burst into Roni's bar early that morning.

"It's okay...we'll bring her with us," Weaver responded.

"I can watch her when needed," Roni confirmed, as he saw a redhead, also with a toddler, behind the bar.

"You better be going if you're going to make your plane," Zelena urged, as she stood behind the bar.

"Thanks for doing this, Zelena," Roni said.

"No problem, sis...now go," she said, in annoyance.

"Bye bye Robin…" Roni said, as she kissed her niece and then took Alice from Rogers, while he proceeded to load their bags into Weaver's car, before they took off for the airport.

~*~

Mary Margaret pushed Emma in the stroller, along Main Street. She gave nods and returned friendly waves, as she passed people. She loved her new home and their quiet life. She loved walking down the street and how everyone knew her. Many stopped to dote on Emma a bit and exchange pleasantries. Honestly, Mary Margaret thought places like this only existed in Hallmark movies.

She stopped at a few shops, bought Emma a few things, as she was growing so fast and then quietly gushed over all the baby stuff. She had so much fun with it the first time around that she knew it would be the same this time.

But when she walked into the diner, reality slammed into her again and reminded her that this wasn't a movie and that her quiet life was really one in witness protection. And she had been found.

"Oh Margaret...you're here! Surprise!" Ruby and Granny exclaimed, as they gestured to her father, who sat calmly in a booth, sipping at some coffee. But she was anything but calm. There was a raging storm inside her and she plucked Emma up out of the stroller.

"What...what are you doing here?" she questioned. He smirked.

"Just visiting my beautiful daughter and my equally lovely granddaughter. Your wonderful friends were very excited to help me keep my surprise under wraps," he replied in an even tone. Mary Margaret looked at her friends and they looked excited for her. But then why wouldn't they? They really had no idea about her past and just who her father was, let alone what he had done.

"I got you a hot cocoa with cinnamon and I can fill Emma's sippy cup with milk if you want?" Red offered.

"Um...sure, thanks Ruby," Mary Margaret said, distractedly, as she handed her the sippy cup and shifted her daughter in her arms. Emma whimpered, as she sensed her mother's unease.

"Sit down, girl...and I'll get an order started for you. Will David be joining you?" Granny asked.

"Yes...David should be here any minute," Mary Margaret replied, as she looked her father in the eyes. Not aware of her stress, Granny bustled off to the kitchen, while Ruby returned with a sippy cup of milk for Emma, before leaving father and daughter to talk.

"How did you find us?" she demanded to know.

"It wasn't easy...this town isn't even on some maps. Which is why I'm sure your friend Captain Weaver chose it," Leopold replied.

"And what exactly are you trying to do by acting like you're some loving, doting father to my friends?" she hissed.

"I was those things, my dear...until you ran away and told the Police all those things about me," he responded.

"I told them the truth...that you are a monster and just being near you again makes my skin crawl," she hissed in return.

"Please Mary...I came to make amends,"

"Amends?!" she hissed.

"You tried to have my husband killed, on more than one occasion!" she continued, still speaking quietly enough so as not to cause a panic.

"But I came myself this time. I want to put this messy business between us to rest," Leopold claimed.

"I walked in on your killing someone and then you tried to assault me," she reminded.

"And I am asking for your forgiveness. I want to be in your life again...and my granddaughter's life as well," he stated. But she didn't buy it and got up from the table.

"Don't walk away from me, Mary...you and your husband will not make it very far if you run this time," he warned. And she looked at him in alarm.

"Have you done something to David?" she questioned, but she sighed in relief, as David walked into the diner at that moment.

"David…" she whimpered, as he saw her father sitting in the booth and his eyes widened. He was by her side in an instant and touched the handcuffs on his belt, just as Granny brought plates of food out.

"Here we are...lunch for this little family reunion. Enjoy," she said.

"Yes...let's sit down and have a family meal together. I assure you that you want to hear what I have to say," Leopold stated calmly. David looked at her and she nodded reluctantly to him, conveying everything to him with her expression. He put a hand on the small of her back and they slid into the booth across from him.

"If you're here to try and take my family from me, then you're in for one hell of a fight that I promise you'll lose," David stated firmly. Leopold smirked in amusement.

"I'm not here to take anything, Detective. Oh, I'm sorry...I guess it's Deputy now," the older man responded.

"Then why are you here?" David asked.

"To put this family back together," Leopold claimed. But neither of them bought that for a second, but they did know that simply running at this point would be ill advised. Leopold likely had people waiting for them to do so and in this instance, staying put was actually safer. No, they had to play this just right until he could contact Weaver and Rogers. And also very publicly. Their new friends had no idea what Leopold was really like and David sensed that the older man wanted to keep his past under wraps for now. That meant they would have to play nice too in order to keep this from escalating to a bad place. So that's what they would do...for now. No more running. This was their home and he was tired of this man looming over them. They would stand against him once and for all and by the end, he was determined that Leopold Blanchard would be going to prison for the rest of his life...

[ladyteacups]

Team Kent

A/N: This took me like three days and I did a lot of revising, and I really tried to make it extra good, but I feel drained. Anyway, I hyped this so much and I’m kinda worried I over-hyped it but I like it so here you go, as promised.

Warnings: Smut, spanking, semi-choking, oral, cursing.

Summary: Clark wants to have a baby and reader is unsure for a brief moment.

Clark and I were sitting in the living room. The air outside was chilled and the ground covered in a thick layer of white. I was leaning back with my feet in his lap and a book in mine. Clark was simply looking out the window. He wasn’t saying much, just looking. As if he looked anywhere else he would surely over whelm his mind. He stopped rubbing my calf long ago and almost drew back from me completely.

“Clark, dear what is it?” He didn’t look at me. I knew he heard me, he heard everything. I placed my hand on his shoulder. “Sweetheart, whatever it is, you can tell me.”

“I wanna have a baby.” He whispered.

I felt my heart stop when his gave flickered over to meet mine. A baby? Am I ready for a baby? “I don’t know if I’d even be a good mother,” I tried to reason.

“Of course you would.” He answered. He moved to his knees, settling down in front of the couch. “Honey, nobody’s ever ready for a baby, but I’m ready to try.” He took my hand in his, to further convince me.

The desperation in his voice had me ready to burst. I felt conflicted. I did want children but I was also scared. Of course we had talked about it a million times, but to have him here asking me for this was terrifying.

“Baby I know this is a lot, you can think on it if you want, just know I’m all in on this. I have been since I married you, and that won’t change. You’re my girl and I want us to have a family. He kissed my forehead, and walked off to take a long shower, where he would surely bury his feelings, and leave me here to drown in mine.

That was two weeks ago. Poor Clark has been waiting on my answer so patiently. He hadn’t even brought it up. I almost thought he forgot about it.

“Wow. A baby. Y/n that’s a big thing. Do you think you’re ready?” My best friend Bobbi asked. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and sipped her disgustingly bitter coffee.

“I really don’t know B, I mean, I want kids of course, I’m just terrified… What if I suck?” My head was hurting from these thoughts. “Come on Y/N, what are you afraid of? Just think, even if you mess the kid up, you can always try again with a new one.” She seemed to rest her case, looking at her watch and then gulping down her luke warm coffee. “Ooh and if that one turns into a serial killer there’s always adoption.” She pointed at me like it helped her point any.

“So your answer is try and try again until I don’t fuck up my children? That’s really reassuring B.” My tea warmed my insides as I drank. “Exactly,” she exclaimed.

I took a deep breath “Even so I can’t keep Clark waiting like this. I know he really wants a little Kent running around.” I smiled at the thought. A little Clark Jr. with black hair, my nose, his lips. That little boy would be so happy with Clark as a dad. Terrible dad jokes, and wrestling in the living room while I shout at them not to break anything.

“He would make an amazing father wouldn’t he?” She asked, smiling at me knowingly. “What are you thinking about?”

I looked up, snapping out of my thoughts, and smiled bigger. “Clark as a daddy.” I felt so light. If Osiris was to weigh my heart right now he would find it lifting off the scale.

“You look so happy.” Bobbi commented.

“I feel happy.” I looked up at her. “You won’t mess this up Y/N. All they need is love. And food, and shelter, and all that but really just love.” She laughed a breathy laugh, but I could hear the genuineness behind her humor. “I know you’ll love that baby more than life itself and so will Clark, and so will I. I’m right beside you guys. I always have been.”

I felt like crying, she really was my best friend. “You just want me to name her after you.”

She nodded her head, “yeah if you could do that, that’d be great.” She always knew when I needed a laugh.

I rubbed my hands together. “I think I have to go find Clark.”

Bobbi laughed happily. “Get your ass moving and make me an aunty,” she shouted.

I grinned back at her, left a few bucks on the table and jumped up, running out the door.

Lucky for me Clark was at home today. I flagged down a taxi, gave him the address and jumped around in my seat the whole way. I couldn’t wait to get home. All that I could think was I’m gonna be a mommy over and over again. The smile on my face couldn’t get any bigger. All the fear was gone and my imagination was going wild with thoughts of our future daughter or son. When I finally got home I had to take a deep breath and calm myself.

Wing it, just go in and tell him.

I felt my feet float away from the ground and carry me inside. I could hardly even remember the trip here, all that mattered was Clark and our future baby coming to life.

The door pushed open easily under my hand, just like always. “Clark? Babe are you here?”

I made my way to the bedroom so find him sleeping, curled up in the blankets. He looked so nice like this. His features so soft and lovable.

Stripping myself of my shoes and coat, I pulled the covers back and strattled him, yanking the covers back up. “Clark,” I whispered as I kissed his neck. “Clark, dear, wake up.” I gave a few more small kisses and lightly sucked while I brushed his hair back with my fingers.

“I was awake when you walked in and called my name Y/N, I am Superman ya’know.” He grunted out, his smile spreading across his whole face.

I giggled but kept kissing his neck. “Yes, I know, you remind me all the time.” He coughed to cover his groan when I bit him.

“Maybe you need to be reminded, because you do unexpected things like this.” He gripped my hips and brought me down so I could feel his growing erection. I yelped, trying to wiggle away and only making it worse. I clenched my fists in his shirt. Jesus, I could feel him harden beneath me. “Why the blush sweetheart? You didn’t think you’d get to have all the fun did you?” His face grew a cocky smirk.

I ground down on him, his teasing making me more confident. “I’m still gonna try.” He groaned under me, and bucked up.

Faster than a speeding bullet, he flipped us over and pinned me down. My hands wrapped in one of his and held above my head, my legs pressed down and open by his hips. “I don’t think so.” He licked his lips. “You’ve had your fun dear. Now it’s my turn.”

He kissed me deeply, while he snuck his other hand up my shirt, feeling just under my breast. He leaned away just enough for me to grab the bottom of his shirt and tug it up.

When it was gone, I took my time feeling his chest and running my fingers through the hair covering his skin. He stayed still for a moment, just looking at me. Then he leaned back down pulling me flush against him, and pecked my lips before moving slowly to my neck. These little kisses were just to build the anticipation, he knew where my spot was. He was getting me back for ruining his nap. A lick here, a bite there, and I was already putty in his hands. I melted for him, forming to his body, like we were two puzzle pieces. He reached between us to undo my pants but didn’t pull them off. I almost did it myself but he snaked his hand down and rubbed me over my panties. I bucked up into him and gasped.

“Clark don’t tease me baby.” He smirked. “I’m just having my fun dear. Now be quiet.” He gave me two more strokes before he pulled back all the way and stood up. I whimpered at the loss of contact. He had me so worked up I almost used my own hand. “Strip,” he commanded.

He’d never asked me to do that before. Not that it was a big deal, but I felt so dirty under his gaze, like I wasn’t supposed to be doing this. Shyness was creeping it’s way in but I wouldn’t take my eyes from his, as I peeled of each piece of cloth covering my body.

“Fuck baby doll,” He sighed when I had finished. He grabbed my ankles and pulled me down the bed. “Clark! What the hell?” He only flipped me over so I was bent over the bed. “I told you to be quiet.” Smack! I jumped forward with a yelp. His hands were cold on my bare ass.

“You remember our safe word yes?” I nodded.

“Let me hear it dove.”

“Apple.” He gripped my hair. “Good girl.” I bit my lip as he gave me another harsh smack. I was trying so hard to be quiet, but the way he soothed each sting and whispered praises in my ear had me quivering.

Just when I thought he was done his finger dipped under me to see how he had done. “That’s what I like angel.” His finger was teasing my entrance gathering evidence of my arousal. Each stroke he would dip into me a little more, making me bite my lip to keep quiet. I was grinding my hips against him now, trying to take him deeper, but he only gave me the bare minimum. He pulled his fingers from me and planted them in his mouth, licking up what I had given him.

“You are such a fucking tease Clark.” He laughed heartily. “Baby girl, I fully intend to take my time with you. I’m going to walk you to the edge, pull you back, then shove you over whenever I damn well please.”

I gaped at him. He had never said anything like that before. The quirk in his eyebrow told me he was completely serious, and it only added to the pool between my legs. My breathing quickened. I knew he was about to destroy me and I was beyond ready for him.

“Clark please I can’t take much more of this,” I pleaded with him.

Clark wasn’t smiling now. He looked more like a hungry wolf, who just got a free sample of a lamb.

His lips resumed right where they left off. From my neck he moved to my clavicle. Sucking, biting, kissing, licking, to leave his mark all over me. From my clavicle he moved down again, while he grinded himself into me. The rough cloth of his sweatpants felt like sweet relief after he had denied me.

Clark gave me a hickey on the top of each breast and finally, sucked a nipple into his mouth. His right hand massaged my left breast while he nibbled and worked the other. I moaned out for him, pulling at his hair to get him closer and spreading my legs wider for him.

I writhed beneath him. “Clark please. I need you now.” His hips pushed against me harder and I mewled for him. I was done with the anticipation and waiting.

“Okay princess. Since you asked so nicely.”  His other hand reached down between us and lightly touched my heat. He watched me bite my lip, and close my eyes. I lifted my hips, needing more of him. He pressed two fingers flat against me and I grinded against them. That’s all he allowed. “Such a good girl for me princess. Listen to those sounds you make. Sound so naughty underneath me, moaning like that.”

His fingertips dipped inside me, making me crave more. I groaned for him and tried to take more. Clark’s other hand gripped my hips and held me down, I knew there would be bruises tomorrow. He certainly wasn’t going to let me help myself right now. “Clark please, I can’t take it.” I was so desperate for him that I was willing to sign away my soul right now for his touch. “Baby I need you.”

He pushed his fingers in just a little more. “Mmm.” Clark took them back out and toyed with me. “Clark quit messing with me please,” I moaned out. I was trying to get more friction against his fingers. Ever so slightly they grazed my clit and I yelped. “Oh sweetheart, that’s cute.” He looked so certain. “I’m not messing with you, I’m ruining you.”

Before I could react he had me on top of him, sitting on his face, while he ate me. He had to catch me, I almost fell over from the sensation. “Fuck Clark!” He was devouring me. Tongue deep and showing no sign of slowing down. His tongue soothed my clit and I screamed out in pleasure.

His tongue flicking over my clit as I stared at the tent in his sweatpants. I fingered his chest hair and rubbed his abdominal muscles. He sank his fingers back inside me, all the way, bit my lip but it didn’t stifle my loud moan. I would have to get him back for this.

I ran my hand from his stomach down to the line of his boxers sticking out of his pants, and snuck a hand just barely inside the waistband. “Baby girl, what do you think you’re doing?” He pulled his mouth away but his fingers still rubbed me from the inside. “Clark, baby please, let me taste you. I need it.” He flattened his tongue and licked a long strip up my pussy. Quickly I pushed my hand further and gripped his dick. He grunted in response then let out a deep sigh. “Ok angel, suck daddy’s cock.”

I didn’t say anything else, I didn’t want him changing his mind. I pushed his boxers down his thighs and pumped him a few times before I gave him a kitten lick. He groaned against my pussy, encouraging me to do more. I wanted to tease him back but I also couldn’t help how badly I wanted this.

I flattened my tongue, rubbing it along the tip. “Mmm that’s it angel.” I smiled it felt so good to please him. Just as I took him in my mouth he nibbled my clit and I moaned around him. The vibrations made him tighten his grip on my hip and pull me closer. I only whimpered more the harder he went. His tongue delved inside me, replacing his fingers and I gagged on his length. The euphoria he gave me encouraged me to go deeper.

Slowly I took more of him in my mouth, I had pushed past the point of gagging and moved to deep throating him. It took a lot and I choked on him but forced myself to relax my throat. I couldn’t last much longer if he kept eating me this way. His fingers had hit my G-spot, and I choked again. I forced myself to swallow around him and he growled. I felt him pull away. “Look at you angel. Taking my cock so well.” He tongued my clit again, rubbing up and down. I shivered against him.

“Fuck princess,” He breathed out. He was trying so hard not to fuck my mouth right now. The micro movements of his hips and heavy breathing told me he needed to cum soon. I had to pull away and just jerk him to catch my breath. He was devouring my cunt, eating me like his last meal. My legs were shaking and moans falling from my swollen lips like a waterfall. “Oh shit, yes Clark.”

I was so close, and I knew he was too. I was ready to finish but he had other ideas. “Fuck, Clark I’m gonna cum!” His tongue flicked my clit once more and then pulled away.

He flipped me on my back again. I couldn’t stand being denied. I was ready to cry from need. He had barely touched me then gave it to me all at once, and now he left me deprived.

“Open those legs up for me darling.” I took a deep breath, and spread out for him. He kicked his sweatpants off his ankles and settled between my legs.

Cock in hand, he rubbed it up and down my slit, both of us sounding our appreciation for the feeling. Then he was pushing in. Slowly at first, letting me feel him stretch me. I don’t think he could take it any longer either, because once he was sure I was good to go, he built up a quick pace gaining momentum with each thrust.

I was already so sensitive, it was like I was on fire, and he was the only thing that could put me out. I felt every inch of him pulling out and pushing back in, trying to get to the oasis in the desert. I wrapped around him wanting him closer and deeper.

“Oh god, Kal!”

Something inside him snapped when I said that. He pulled my legs from his waist to his shoulders and pounder my pussy like it was the most important thing in the world. “Say it again.” He sounded so commanding, there was nobody who would ever deny that voice.

“Kal,” I moaned his name. “Fuck angel, you feel like heaven.”

He wrapped his hand around my throat, not choking me just holding, and caressing. “Again angel. Let everyone know who makes you beg and scream like this.”

“You Kal! Fuck right there!” He hit my G spot while I was screaming for him. His other hand reached down and toyed with my clit.

“That’s it doll. Who do you belong to, huh? Who owns this pussy?” He gave a hard thrust that had me shaking below him, begging for a release.

“Please I can’t-“

“Who do you belong to Y/N?”

“Fuck fuck fuck, you Kal! I belong to you!”

My breathing was ragged and I was seeing stars. His hips were stuttering and I was clenching around him.

“Again,” He ordered.

“I belong to you Kal,” I screamed his birth name like it was the only thing I knew how to say, as I came around him. I felt as if the dam had finally broken and never had I felt so good. He grunted as he spilt his seed deep inside me, filling me up with all he had.

He worked us down from our highs as I caught my breath.

“Fuck that was good,” he commented. I couldn’t even react.

“I came to tell you,” I looked over at him, laying next to me. “I wanna have a baby.”

His eyes went wide.