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They say they hate it, but I think they love it.
—  Robert Singer on fans not liking bad character decisions but watching still after the fact (via SDCC 2016: https://youtu.be/P4RV-CeBdUs)
SugarDaddy!Calum


A/n: Obviously this doesn’t need anymore of an explanation. Still not happy with it! (ಥ﹏ಥ) I don’t think I’ll every truly feel 100% with these because I don’t wanna let you guys down! It’s a nice change to write from my fanfics though! xx

 .Sugar Daddy Calum AU

.Calum x Reader

*Smut Warning

.Reader P.O.V

.Requested

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A swift glance at the large clock hanging from your bedroom wall informed you that it was now nine thirty three, giving you exactly twenty seven minutes until Calum arrived back home.

He had been away on a business trip for the last three nights and with lack of phone signal and skype refusing to play ball, you had hardly made any contact with him.

Needless to say you wanted to make it up to him, and had been pampering yourself all day in prepare for his arrival.

Nails glittering deep pink, hair styled loose but neatly, and you’d even purchased a new black lace corset and a pair of matching thigh high stockings… you figured if you were flashing Calum’s credit card, you wanted the things you purchased to bring enjoyment to him as well.

Dressing in your new attire made you feel incredibly sexy; the way the fabric scraped, soothed and hugged your skin was making you impatient to show Calum, but there was still over fifteen minutes before he was due back so you would just have to hang on a little longer.

The view from the wall length windows of Calum’s penthouse apartment was the best view in all the city; you didn’t need to look from anywhere else to know this. Night-time was your favourite because the world was dark but the colours from all the lights made outside made it seem magical.

It was this particular view that you were currently admiring as you buttoned yourself into one of Calum’s crisp black shirts in an effort to fight off the chill that was beginning to seep into your skin.

You only had three more buttons to go when you heard the lock in the front door turn, making you jump out of your skin when Calum burst through, trailing a suitcase behind him with one hand and positioning his suit jacket over his shoulder with his other.

Apart from looking a little dishevelled and tired he was here, finally back home and you hadn’t realise just how much you’d missed him.

“Cal!”

You gushed as you skipped over through the living room in your open plan styled home and straight into his awaiting arms, his jacket dropping to the floor as he encased you in a long awaited embrace.

“Y/n… Mmm, Babygirl…”

Calum groaned lowly against your ear as his hands shamelessly travelled straight to your backside.

Giggling in delight, you pushed back against his touch as you looked up to join him in a sweet kiss that was short lived, getting broken by your impossibly large grin.

“I’ve missed you so much.”

Calum sighed heavily against your collar as his warm hands continued to brush up and down your body.

“Are you tired Daddy?”

You purred softly into his hair as he planted his face firmly against the crook of your neck. Trailing your hands slowly up his shoulders and into the short dark strands at the back of his head, soothingly scratching with your newly polished nails as you held him comfortingly.

“Not too tired that I can’t give my Princess the attention she deserves.”

Calum smirked against your skin before pulling away with a light nip.

“You got dressed up just for me? Give me a twirl Baby so I can see.”

With a smirk, you took a couple of steps back as you unbuttoned your shirt, revealing the figure hugging black lace beneath before gracefully turning on the spot, blushing lightly as Calum’s hungry eyes devoured your body.

“Is that a new set Princess? You look stunning, you’re absolutely prefect.”

You were on cloud nine.

Complements from Calum were heaven to your ears and it made your body burn with heat and desire.

“Meet me in the bedroom Y/n, I have something for you.”

Calum teased and your eyes sparkled with delight as you obediently danced past him, grazing your fingers teasingly along his jaw as you did so.

As soon as you were in Calum’s room, you stripped out of his shirt and threw it on the back of his desk chair. Not having chance to do much else before he entered, you tentatively approached him when he walked in to you, his hands hidden behind his back.

“What is it?”

You asked curiously as you prowled closer, tilting your head to try and see what he was hiding.

“No peeking Princess… Sit on the bed and close your eyes.”

Grinning playfully, you held his dark eyes for a few moments before crawling up onto the bed and kneeling expectantly on the end of the plush mattress, you closed your eyes, completely trusting of your partner.

It was a few moments before you felt an impossibly soft sensation brush over your shoulder. Your eyes remained closed but your mouth opened slightly in thought and confusion as you tried to figure out what it was.

The feeling trailed over your back and over your other shoulder until it had encased your back completely, and you couldn’t help but think how perfectly comfortable it felt.

“Do you know what it is Princess?”

You could hear the teasing in Calum’s voice and it made you smirk.

“Well… It’s soft, it feels like I’m being coated in a cloud… Is it a coat?”

Hearing Calum huff shortly as if he were holding back a laugh caused you to pout.

“Guess again, you’re nearly there.”

Calum encouraged and you tipped your head in his direction.

“It’s only covering my back… so, is it just a blanket?”

The room was silent for a moment before Calum spoke with pleased tone.

“Good girl Y/n, open your eyes.”

Wasting no time, you blinked your orbs open and turned to see an autumnal toned pink blanket draped over your shoulders that stretched out to cover nearly the whole bed. It was a heavy, high quality fabric and even though it was plain, it oozed expense and you felt your face flush as you trailed your hand over the comforting material.

“Oh Calum, it’s beautiful! I love it! How did you know pink was my favourite?”

You teased as you brought your attention back up to your partner, who was now stood directly before you.

“I know my Princess and I know what she likes.”

Still on your knees, you extended your body up and held his face gently with both of your hands as you brought his face closer to yours for a tender kiss.

Calum was responding just as delicately and you knew that he knew just how grateful you were.

“Can I show you just how thankful I am?”

Calum smirked and nodded once in agreement and that was all the conformation you needed to drop your hands straight to his belt buckle.

Knowing exactly what you were doing, you could get Calum’s clothes off with your eyes closed and as soon as his tapered trousers and boxers had been lowered to reveal his semi hard on beneath, you wasted no time to apply your mouth right where he wanted it.

Calum’s low groan was music to your ears as you slowly but heatedly sucked up and down his shaft, using your hand to take care of what you couldn’t reach to lick.

“Baby, keep going.”

Calum huffed and you tightened your grip on him as you felt his length get predominantly harder with your touch.

Releasing him from your mouth, you swiftly switched and now used your fingers to take care of his head whilst you licked and sucked closer towards his base. Whining softly, you licked his shaft over and over again as you felt Calum’s fingers tangle firmly in your hair. He wasn’t forcing you to move anywhere, just making sure you didn’t move away from where he was getting the most pleasure.

“Do you like that Daddy?”

You purred as you briefly took a moment to lick the bead of pre cum that formed at Calum’s tip, using your hand to coat the rest down this firm shaft.

“You know I do Princess.”

Calum praised as he leaned closer for a sensually heated kiss.

“Come with me.”

Calum instructed softly and as you busied yourself shrugging carefully out of your blanket and climbing off the bed. Calum removed the rest of his clothing before you followed him over to his desk chair, watching as he sat comfortably smug in his seat before tapping his thigh.

“Come on up Baby.”

Blushing lightly, you swiftly removed your underwear in anticipation before climbing up onto Calum’s lap, hovering on your knees above his nicely toned body as you met in a sweet sensual kiss.

Kissing Calum was one of your favourite things to do. You loved how his lips felt and moved against yours and you could never resist locking your fingers into his short hair; anchoring him in place as you both tried to get the more dominant position.

The feeling of Calum’s fingers against your cheek caused you to part with his mouth and move your lips onto his digits instead, sucking and licking until he was satisfied.

“Are you ready for me Y/n?”

Calum purred against your lips as he reached down to dip his damp fingers into your heat, causing you to whine and roll into his touch.

“Yes Daddy, take me.”

You whined with a small, cheeky smile against his jaw where your lips were currently pecking kisses down his sharp features, and Calum didn’t need telling twice.

Taking a moment to line himself up, you rocked down against him until you could go no further, gasping blissfully at the feeling you had longed for, for days.

“Ohh Daddy, you feel so good.”

You moaned teasingly as you began to grind intimately against Calum’s crotch, resting your hands supporting on his chest as you worked your hips back and forth, relishing in the heated feeling of it all.

Calum’s eyes were dark with desire as they flicked between yours and the point at where your bodies joined, encouraging you to move faster.

“Ah, Cal…”

You sighed as his hands gripped tighter against your hips, getting a better hold on you as he began to pump up into you with a steady rhythm.

As much as you loved to take control, there was nothing like Calum thrusting into you. Every stroke was new and different and unpredictable; he pulled noises from you that were genuine and uncontrollable and you knew that’s what he liked.

Leaning forward to seal your lips in a sloppy kiss, Calum fixed his hands firmly on your backside and in one calculated movement, pushed onto his feet and  moved you up so you were perched on the edge on his desk; defining your connection with a hard thrust as he picked up his pace.

Gasping and moaning like the needy girl you were, you wrapped your legs shakily around Calum’s waist, succeeding with your new angle at rutting in deeper.

“Baby…”

Calum groaned as you simultaneously whined his name and you knew you were both close; you could feel the unbearable aching knot build in your abdomen and you never wanted Calum to stop.

“Daddy I’m so close, your Princess is so close.”

You nudged playfully but desperately against his jaw as his thrusts became harder. Holding his face gently against yours as you both panted helplessly, Calum’s fingers came in between you and began to rub lightly against your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to get your thighs shaking and for you to reach your high.

“Ah! Yes Daddy, please…”

You sighed in content and he followed soon after, releasing his fluid into your body, making sure to keep still so you could feel his throbbing cock planted deep inside you.

“Oh fuck, Y/n.”

Calum groaned before you lightly pecked his lips with a happy smile, staying nestled against each other until you had both regained your regular breathing pattern.

“Let’s get cleaned up Baby.”

Calum suggested as he pulled away, but leaned back down to collect you once again in his arms before walking towards the bathroom, nipping and kissing your collar on the way.

—-

Changing into a more comfortable pair of underwear, you slipped across the bed against your new fluffy blanket, relishing in the amazingly soft feeling it created against your skin.

“Do you like it Princess?”

Calum spoke up, emerging from the bathroom and you beamed up at him.

“I really do Calum, this is one of your best gifts ever I think.”

Calum chuckled as he searched the floor for his boxers and you couldn’t help but stare at his tattooed body as his arms and torso flexed.

“Come and try it out with me, it’s so warm and cosy.”

You smiled once Calum was finally sorted and he didn’t hesitate to crawl over next to you to test out the new addition to your bedroom.

As soon as he was comfortable, you cuddled up against his side, snuggling warmly against his body as he secured a strong arm around your waist and turned on his side to face you.

“Get some sleep now Baby, I’m taking you out tomorrow for breakfast.”

Closing your eyes, you hummed approvingly as you placed a blind kiss against his collar.

“I’m so happy you’re back Cal.”

Calum’s nose nudged lightly into your hair and taking a deep breath in of you scent, he mumbled in reply.

“So am I Y/n…”

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SUMMARY: As if returning home penniless and heartbroken isn’t bad enough, the last thing Emma needs is for her mom to get her a job – and for her future boss to pull her out of the harbor before she even knows his name. But Killian Jones has never been afraid of the water…

Rating: M (later)

Ao3 or FF.net 

A follower appreciation “one shot” for @32variations that got completely out of hand, part 4. (There is a part 6 which is a Liam piece for @lenfaz​ who also made the wonderful photoset.)

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Emma is somewhere between waking and sleeping, her eyes unfocused on the ceiling timbers as she lies on the couch. Other than occasionally getting up to feed the wood stove, she hasn’t really moved all day.

It’s easier to stay in the haze of exhaustion than it is to blink her eyes in the watery winter light flooding through the windows. She’ll have to deal with it all eventually – someone is bound to show up looking for her – but for now, letting her hurts wrap around her and shelter her from reality takes less effort.

At the very least, the fire is going to need more wood shortly. She should go to the store too since she doesn’t plan to go back to Storybrooke anytime soon – she’s burned through the meager supply of soup and popcorn left in the pantry. There were a few things left in the freezer, but Emma threw them out when she first arrived, unsure if the power had gone in and out.

She’s almost worked up the energy to get off the couch when the sound of gravel crunching draws her bolt upright. God dammit, Ruby, she thinks sourly, pushing her snarled hair off her face. She was hoping she would have at least a few more days before her friend showed up to drag her back, but it looks like she’s out of luck.

The knock on the door surprises her – Ruby has a key and isn’t shy about using it. “Forget your key?” Emma shouts, lurching to her feet and padding across the floor, grateful for the pair of wool socks she found in the bedroom. “I should leave you out there!”

“Aye, probably, but I’m hoping you won’t.” His voice is muffled by the door, but she can hear the exhaustion in it. And she honestly debates leaving him outside, but Killian is a stubborn man – she’s witnessed him engaged in a battle of wills too many times not to know it – and she doesn’t want to be responsible for him getting sick from the cold.

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What's the problem with people being citizens of the country they were born and raised in? I imagine it must contribute to a sense of alienation and of not being accepted in one's own country when that is not the case.

Short answer: Anchor babies and turning citizenship into nothing but physical location

Long answer: It creates another massive incentive to come here for illegal migrants. All they have to do is come and have a kid here, which will be a citizen and in turn make it near impossible for them to be removed from the country as the parents. It also removes any chance of the ‘refugees’ ever going home again when their family will be tied by citizenship to Germany shortly after (not like I had much hope of them remigrating to begin with). Basically look at what it did in the US, except worse. 

There is no rational reason to give citizenship automatically to children of non-citizens. Acquiring citizenship as is requires commitment and agency on the side of the immigrant, which promotes integration more than handing it out like candies. Also, by turning being German into a simple matter of physical location, it would be another big message to ethnic Germans that this is no longer their country, but rather belongs to anyone who comes here to claim a piece of it. 

It’s the epitome of everything wrong with migration policy. 

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conquistadoradelmar  asked:

65. We’re going to steal a ship? That ship?

“Yes,” Bush said, looking once over the rocks again at the small French sloop currently anchored just a short distance off of the shoreline.  Their longboats had been destroyed and they were left with no means of escape - but if they could pull this off, then Bush could get back to Horatio, and then he and Torres could commence their hunt for “El Supremo.”

“Yes, that ship, Captain Torres - it’s the only one left.”