calliemontgomery

[calliemontgomery]

CANDICE PATTON ON INSTAGRAM STORIES 9/20/21

#( x. | god’s a woman. )

[calliemontgomery]

CANDICE PATTON ON INSTAGRAM STORIES 10/25/21

#( x. | god’s a woman. )

[calliemontgomery]

12, 50

12. What are some warning signs that your muse is getting depressed? 

Callie's actually pretty healthy, she enjoys working out, and eating well. She also enjoys her yoga, her Pilates, etc. So, when she stops doing those things, it can usually be a sign for depression for her. Refusing to drink coffee. Wanting to sleep more. Not reading as much. Waiting to drink alcohol more than usual.

50. If your muse could rid the world of one thing, what would it be?

Injustice.

#( x. | answered. ) #( x. | headcanon. )

[calliemontgomery]

30, 33, 15, 44, 37

30. Who was your muse’s first kiss?

Answered.

33. What are your muse’s biggest pet peeves?

Hypocrites. Chewing with your mouth open. Being late. Talking during a movie. Slow walkers.

15. Who do they tend to bicker with the most?

Her mother. It's only getting worse as she gets older to be honest.

44. Would your muse ever roleplay?

100% yes. Spice it up, sounds like a good time to her.

37. Did your muse ever own a Tamagatchi?

Answered.

#( x. | answered. ) #( x. | headcanon. )

[calliemontgomery]

8, 30, 37, 49

8. What keeps your muse up at night?

A mix of things, that all tie into one thing really. Sometimes she still dreams about her kidnapping, and the trauma she experienced from that. Most times, she worries about her daughter and what she might face in the future. She also didn't realize at the time, because she is someone who names her kid after someone important, that by naming her Harper; which is the name of the friend she went missing with, would carry it's own trauma later on. Also the outcome of her cases, she wants her victims to receive the justice they deserve.

30. Who was your muse’s first kiss?

Her first kiss was at 12, and it was with @romanwagncr. It was at a summer camp, and a group of kids found themselves playing spin the bottle.

37. Did your muse ever own a Tamagatchi?

She did. From age 10 to 13, and she loved it. Her brother broke it by accident one day, and she was sure the world was ending. She'd still say she never forgave him for that.

49. What bra size is your muse?

36c.

#( x. | answered. ) #( x. | headcanon. ) #kidnapping tw

[calliemontgomery]

TO: @wyattxabhrams

Callie was just about to exit the convenience store, her mind on a million different things. Most of which, she did not care to be thinking about. Not playing much attention, Callie would find herself side swiping someone as she went through the door. Pushing back, she held her hands up, "Sorry--" She muttered, out of habit, brown eyes flickering up to see a familiar face. One that cracked a small smile on her face, "Well, shit -- if it isn't Uncle Wyatt." She mused, before internally cringing, "Sorry --" She repeated, shaking her head, before taking a step out of his way so that he could enter. But before they could part, an idea hit Callie, turning to face him, she pointed her finger at him, "Didn't I own you a drink?" She asked, "You free? It's on me."

#convo #c:wyatt

[calliemontgomery]

TO: @dsutherland

LOCATION: His house, next door.

"You got to be kidding me!" She moaned to herself as she attempted to start her car once more, only for it to remain dead. Getting out of her car, she'd go to pop the hood open, only to quickly realize that it was the battery. Shit-- she didn't have any damn jumper cables, and she needed to be at the daycare to pick Harper up in twenty minutes. This was just great. Groaning, she'd turn her back on the engine, eyes immediately falling upon the front door of her neighbor. Without a second thought, she'd pace towards his front door, and knock a couple of times. The second the door opened, she smiled widely at him, "Hey, Dev -- sorry to bother you, but would you by chance have any jumper cables? My car hates me." She explained, "And if you don't, could you by chance give me a ride to the daycare before they close, so that my child doesn't think I abandoned her? I'd greatly appreciate it."

[calliemontgomery]

"She's here, and she's not going anywhere." Callie mused, "It sounds like you've had some doubt there, JJ. I do not appreciate it." Her tone was fun, teasing. If anything, she truly did appreciate Jameson. He was one of her longest friends, and she had nothing but good things to say about him. "Of course, Carter. I only hire the best. What's a good lead without their amazing sidekick?" She said, absolutely fond of her assistant. If Steph ever decided to leave, Callie might just have a break down.

She held her right hand up, "I swear to never abuse my power, so help me, God." She pledged, "I'm only here to amend the rights." Dropping her hand, she cracked a toothy white smile at him. She was aware that Jameson knew her, and that was what made joking around with him so much more entertaining. "You are quite observant, Carter." She agreed, nodding as she took another bite of her sandwich. Chewing, and swallowing before she spoke again, "It's why I keep you around obviously." Winking, she'd plop down on the sofa she had against her office window. First giving him a shrug, as she took another bite. Once her mouth was empty, she spoke, "I work, and I go home, JJ." She replied, "The most excitement I think I get is when Harper wants to bring all her friends over, and tear through my house." Callie chuckled, and shook her head, "But she's doing great, a happy little girl." Looking up at him, she gave him a soft smile, "How's it going with Elora? How's Asher doing? How are you doing?"

“There it is. The means business DA that I know and love. I’m also so reassured when I leave things in your capable hands.” Granted, in this case his tone was laced with humor, but Jameson really did appreciate how capable Callie was. It was an admirable quality to see that she managed to balance both a successful career and motherhood simultaneously. Jameson wasn’t sure that, were their positions switched, he would have been able to manage both so seamlessly. He was grateful for the family support he had in town when it came to Asher. Otherwise, there was a high likelihood that he would have fumbled one or both. And while dropping the ball professionally could have its repercussions, doing so with his nephew could be damage beyond repair. Something that he could not afford. “She’s excellent. Takes after her boss, clearly. I’ve been having to jump through all sorts of hoops.”

He feigned concern when she so proudly declared that she was retaliatory. “All that prosecutorial discretion is getting to your head, Callie. Absolute power corrupts and all.” Jameson was pulling her leg, exaggerating, twisting her words slightly. He knew what she meant. She retaliated against those who deserved it in the eyes of the law. She brought charges and was hard on them as it was required. He did not suspect that she used the arm of justice for her personal vendettas. The woman he knew Callie to be had too much integrity to do such a thing. “I’ve been told I’m quite good at guessing what people need.” In fact, to the bitter end, he’d fought to try and provide what he thought his ex-wife needed from him. It just turned out to be not enough. As she took stock of the sandwich that he’d gotten her, Jameson surveyed her reaction and was pleased to know that it was the right guess. “I’m observant. So, you haven’t, but I’ve gleaned as much.” Unwrapping his own turkey on rye, he nodded for her to start because he could only guess when she’d suddenly be whisked off. “What else is new other than work? How’s Harper?” | @calliemontgomery

#convo #c:jameson

[calliemontgomery]

Callie listened as he replied, everything he said, she took in and went over in her head. "Okay, someone who enjoys coffee is always a friend in my book." Anyone who knew Callie was more then aware of that. Coffee was her obsession, and people who drank it -- really drank it, not 5% coffee and 95% creamer -- were solid in her book. Although, she didn't try to let too many know that about her. "Is it just dairy milk? Or all milk products? Because there are some alternatives that don't take the flavor away, or cause other unwanted problems." She matched his smile, the question amusing her, "I'd like to think so. Done enough test tasting and experimentation to feel I earned the title."

The questions were valid and Elijah quite appreciated that she seemed to want to tailor any recommendations as close to his preferences as possible. "Thank you." He'd said quickly with a nod. "Honestly, I've never thought about that. Never put it on a scale. It's mostly a functional, caffeine driven thing. I work long hours and get little sleep so coffee is a big help in the mornings or when I need to work late." It was likely unnecessary to explain that much, he just liked talking to anyone about anything other than his job most of the time. Being a state investigator meant that some of the worst things took up too much space in his thoughts. "I drink my coffee black so I do enjoy the taste of it, and I am a fan of espresso, just not big on lattes because of the milk." A smile crept on. "You're a bit of a pro at this, huh?"

#convo #c:elijah

[calliemontgomery]

Callie was face deep in work, her upcoming case was taking just about everything out of her. Add in the favor she was doing for a friend, and having a five year old at home; she couldn't help but wonder if that vacation she put off for so long was finally needed. For the time being, she'd take stepping out of the office to catch a bite to eat. She was barely paying attention to those around her. She had her phone out, and found herself shooting messages to a handful of different people. A voice she deemed familiar broke her out of her phone, brown eyes falling upon Devika. She smiled softly at the woman, while quickly shoving the phone into her purse. "Would you think I'm crazy if I told you a better 'thank you' would be making me wait behind you while you order for the whole station?" She questioned, "Because the longer you take, the longer I step away from the pounding headache I've had for the last 3 hours."

location. Granny’s Sandwich Shop

The line was long, but that was normal. It moved fast, and Devika didn’t mind the wait. At least the lunch rush was starting to die down, so she didn’t feel quite so guilty about her errand. Still, when she turned the corner in the queue and saw who was standing behind her, she was quick to offer, “Do you want to go ahead of me?” She recognized the kind and pretty DA, who’d coached her through her first court appearance back in January. Devika had known it was a possibility when she’d joined the fire department, being called on as a witness, she just hadn’t expected it to happen so … quickly. She’d needed all the hand-holding Callie could offer. “As a thank you, for everything you’ve done. Plus I’m ordering for like, the whole station, so it’s going to take them a minute to get everything done. If you’re in a rush…” then hopefully she’d take advantage of Devika’s offer. | @calliemontgomery

#convo #c:devika

[calliemontgomery]

There were a handful of people who made sure Callie was right, and Dakota was definitely on that list. Hence why she appreciated her so much. The woman kept her from killing people daily, and that would always make the blonde a winner in Callie's book. She smiled, "I love how on it you always are, babes." She expressed, before pulling out her card and completing the transition on her end. Callie'd look up to see Dakota's hesitation, which was pretty expected. She grimaced, before sighing, her eyes falling back upon Kota, "Well -- I may have told my mother that we were dating.." She paused, "Actually, I think I said engaged. And you see, sometimes I just need that woman to shut up. And well-- if you could just play along, I'd owe you."

There were some people where as soon as she knew they were coming into the shop, Dakota didn't need to know what they wanted. She knew to just start making it and then ring it up. With Callie, that was no exception. The only time it ever threw her off was if Harper was tagging along. She was already brewing the espresso when Callie approached the counter. "Yeah I got it goin'. Well I got the espresso going. I saw you practically run to the door." She gave a teasing smile, punching in the order to the register. She gave the nod to go ahead and pay, turning to look at how far the coffee had gotten before she froze. Coming to her senses, she slowly reached up to grab the first two shots of espresso, setting the machine up for another two because hell, now she needed one. "I'm sorry you what now? What did you do?"

#convo #c:dakota

[calliemontgomery]

50 oddly specific headcanon asks.

Send me a number! (some slightly nsfw) || specify muse if needed

How does your muse feel about seafood?

What is their favorite piece of technology?

When did they lose their virginity?

Was their anything their parents pushed them to do? (e.g. sports, theatre, band)

Describe your muse’s worst nightmare.

What is a deal-breaker when it comes to dating someone?

What was the most embarrassing moment in your muse’s life?

What keeps your muse up at night?

What chronic illnesses does your muse have, if any?

Does your muse get carsick?

Does your muse wear glasses/contacts?

What are some warning signs that your muse is getting depressed? 

What is your muse’s favorite candy?

Does your muse have a “victory song” and if so, what is it?

Who do they tend to bicker with the most?

Has your muse ever been hospitalized or institutionalized? 

Does your muse pray, whether it be to a god or some other force?

Has your muse ever lived in poverty?

Do they have any distinct voice mannerisms? (e.g. saying ‘like’ or ‘um’ a lot, stutters) 

Where are your muse’s ancestors from? Do they keep any of their traditions?

When did your muse learn about sex?

What is your muse most thankful for?

What shoe size is your muse?

Does your muse hate their middle name? \ What is it?

How many hours a day do they spend on the internet/watching TV?

Does your muse have any trophies?

If your muse was given the opportunity to go sky diving, would they?

What is the most common lie your muse tells themselves?

Has your muse ever had a pet? If so, what type?

Who was your muse’s first kiss?

What is your muse’s first memory?

How does your muse feel about crocs?

What are your muse’s biggest pet peeves?

What was your muse’s happiest birthday?

Does your muse cross their legs/ankles when they sit?

What simple task is your muse surprisingly bad at?

Did your muse ever own a Tamagatchi?

What was your muses’s first job?

Does your muse usually go for truth or dare?

Has your muse ever been to a concert?

What is your muse’s favorite holiday?

Does your muse reply to scary chain emails/messages?

Describe the first person your muse remembers losing.

Would your muse ever roleplay?

What is your muse’s Hogwarts house?

What is your muse’s first thought upon waking up?

Name a song your muse can sing every word to. 

Who would your muse sacrifice themselves for, if anybody?

How long is your muse’s penis? || What bra size is your muse?

If your muse could rid the world of one thing, what would it be?

[calliemontgomery]

TO: @dakotaheise

LOCATION: The Sipping Cup

Callie entered her favorite place in the whole world. The Sipping Cup. Brown hues immediately falling upon one of her favorite people. With a kind smile, she made her way over to the corner. "Hey." She greeted, "I'd like my usual triple espresso, milk, and 4 vanilla and 4 caramel. Cold form. The usual." She added, sweetly. "And when I pay for that, I'd also like to know how much it'd cost me for you to be my fake girlfriend for a few hours?" She searched through her purse for her card, before glancing up at Kota, with a blank expression, as if she hadn't just what she just asked.

#convo #c:kota

[calliemontgomery]

After two intense orgasms, one would think that Callie'd begin to come down. Begin to think a little clearly again, but the truth was; she was just further out now. How could she not be? This man was doing all the right things, and her body was on fucking fire. Not to mention, his smell. She was intoxicated on his smell, on him -- was he even wearing cologne? Or was that his natural scent? Shit -- She didn't know, what she did know was that this man better not stop. Just for tonight, she wanted to know exactly what it meant to be his. She'd deal with those consequences later, right now; it was just them on the highest form of pleasure-seeking.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, although weak in the embrace, as he moved them off the wall and into the bedroom. Once he tossed her on the bed, she bent both knees up, and laid both hands on either swollen breast. Playing with her own erected nipples as her eyes intensely pierced him; swaying her bent knees to the side, she watched as this 6'0 sexy man shredded the rest of his clothing. His cock still tall, she'd whimper at the sight of it; of him. Bitting down on her bottom lip as she waited for him. She'd slid her legs down, releasing the kneed position as he closed the distance and began trailing kisses up her body; starting at her knees. Spreading her legs, to allow him to settle comfortably. She moaned, and arched her back, thrusting her nipple further into his mouth as he gave a quick suck. Their eyes clash with one another that hid nothing but desire for each other, and promise. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to her as their lips consumed one another. When he pulled back, and spoke, his cock rubbing around her clit in sweet heaven; she felt arousal pool at her core; her lips parting with a disheveled breath at the sensation.

Yes! Yes! She wanted to scream, God, she wanted this man to devour her so Goddamn bad that if she was in the right state of mind would concern her deeply. But that was the thing, she wasn't capable of thinking anymore. At least, not about anything that didn't involve this man making her cum; and destroying her. But while she wanted him to tear her apart, she also knew she was in the ball game of returning the favor. Instead of answering, she'd use her outer arm and leg, to flip him on his back. Straddling him; she'd rest both palms of her hands against his chest, as she rubbed her wet heat against his hardened cock. Her nails digging a bit into her chest at the pleasure she felt; it was so good. But it wasn't enough, she needed more, she needed it all.

She leaned forward, brushing her lips over his ear, "I do want my cock again." Her what now? What the fuck was she saying. "Why beg, when I can just take it." She wondered before she nibbled at the lobe of his ear, "And I want it, all of it." Pulling back, she'd push off one knee, onto a foot; lifting herself off him just a little. Eying his perfect cock, she'd place her hand around his length, starting at his balls, and pushed up. Bringing the condom he wore with it, she'd look up at him through thick eyelashes, "I want to feel you, Roman." She explained, as she rolled the condom up, and tossed it on the ground, "All of you. Every inch." That was it, she had officially lost her entire God damn loving mind. "I wanna feel you cum." Lowering herself down onto him, her breath hitching as he filled her. Every smooth bare inch of him.

This was meant to be causal, a friend helping a friend out; yet, she was throwing every last thing that made this causal out the window. There was the tiniest part of her that wanted to get through to her, express some sense. But the bigger and winning part just wanted to live in this moment. Feel him, all of him, make him want her. Need her. Subconsciously, there was a part of her that wanted to etch her soul into the soul of this man. She wanted him to remember her, to think about, to feel her; just as much as she wanted him to ruin her. She wanted to ruin him, too. As she moved up and down, finding a consistence rhythm; she'd wrap a hand around his throat. Applying only slight pressure as she took what she wanted from him, her other hand resting on his stomach as she bounced, and grind. "Fuck--" She hissed, the feeling of him was too much, too good. "You feel so fucking good." She moaned, her eyes fighting to roll into the back of her head as she rode him.

Slowing her pace, she'd lean forward, capturing his lips with hers. She'd kiss him rough, intense, fast, before biting into his lower lip and pulling back until her teeth released him. Lowering her head back down, so that she was just mere inches from his face. Her dark eyes stared into his, as her pace became just about nonexistent, "You going to fuck this pussy like it's yours?" She purred, "Make your pussy cum again, remind her that you own her." She brushed her lips against his, "Mmm?" She was not going to be able to look this man in the face after tonight, not without thinking about this. About him. About how in that very moment, everything she was saying was exactly what she felt and wanted. She wanted him to own her, and she was never one who allowed any man to think he had the chance. But this one? This one was different.

Roman's mind was consumed by intense arousal as he drove into Callie's tight, wet heat. With each thrust, he felt her pussy clench around him, drawing him deeper and deeper into a sensual haze. He couldn't get enough of her—the way she moaned his name, the way her nails dug into his shoulders, the way her body responded to his every touch. It was intoxicating, and he never wanted it to end. As he pounded into her against the wall, he found himself wondering what would happen after tonight. They were friends first and foremost, and the custody battle for Ivy was their top priority. He didn't want to lose Callie's friendship, but he also couldn't imagine going back to the way things were before. Not after experiencing the bliss of being inside her, of hearing her cry out in pleasure because of him.

When her orgasm hit—her pussy clenched so tightly around his cock that he almost lost all control. He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to let go and find bliss within her. He wanted this moment to last forever, to memorize every sensation and burn it into his memory. He was fucked, he knew that, yet there was nothing he would do differently. So he kept thrusting, riding out her climax until she grew limp in his arms. Unwilling to let the night end just yet, he carried her to his bedroom—not bothering to close the door behind them. No one would be bothering them anyway. He laid her down on the bed, taking a moment to admire her beautiful features. Her half lidded eyes, her kiss swollen lips, her heaving breasts—all thanks to him and the pleasure he had given her.

Shedding his jeans, Roman climbed onto the bed and began kissing his way up Callie's body. He started at her knees, his lips trailing over her smooth skin as he worked his way higher—his lust filled blue eyes clashing with her dark brown ones. The roughness of his beard grazed her stomach and perky breasts, where he teased her nipple with a quick suck. When he reached her mouth, he claimed it in a searing kiss, his tongue delving inside to taste her. In the same breath, he rubbed his cock along her erect clit, teasing her with the promise of more.

"Do you want my cock again, baby girl?" he asked, his voice low and rough with desire. "Beg for it."

His gaze locked with hers, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. Not the custody battle, not the uncertainty of what tomorrow would bring. All that mattered was right now. The way Callie looked at him, how perfect their bodies felt lined up together—his burliness pressed against her softness. Roman knew that this night would change everything between them. Because now that he had experienced the heaven of being with her, he couldn't imagine ever letting her go. Those thoughts made everything clear; he was utterly and thoroughly fucked.

#convo #c:roman

[calliemontgomery]

Callie + Instagram

Callie really doesn't use Instagram, and her brother made her this account. She has started posting a bit more on it, because her mother has nagged her to forever. As she quote on quote, wants to see what's going on. As well as more pictures and videos. In truth, Callie knows it's because her mother wants to be nosey. Instagram is also the bane of her existence for this reason.

ft. @romanwagncr, @dakotaheise, Samuel Montgomery (Twin Brother), Harper Montgomery (Daughter), Ivy Wagner (Roman's Daughter), and Gabrielle Campbell-Montgomery (Mother)

#//her mom is very much one of those moms and i cackle about it. #( x. | instagram. ) #( x. | social media. ) #( ft. | harper. ) #( ft. | ivy. ) #( ft. | roman. ) #( ft. | mom. ) #( ft. | samuel. ) #( ft. | kota. )

[calliemontgomery]

Anyone who knew Callie, knew that The Sipping Cup was like a second home to her. She probably spent more here then she did anywhere else, and she had no regrets. She had come in for her daily dose of caffeine. When the man next to her spoke, she turned and smiled softy, "I definitely could." She assured, "But, before I do, I need you tell me on a scale of 1 to 10 how much you enjoy coffee." She was aware that that was a weird thing to say, but she had her reasons. "Are you just into coffee? Do you like espresso? Do you prefer not to taste the coffee? That kind of thing."

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 !

LOCATION ⸻ the sipping cup, downtown.

capping at four: 3 / 4.

It wasn't often that Elijah strayed from his usual order of black coffee. The only reason he drank the stuff was for the boost in energy, no matter how fleeting that would be. Flavor didn't mean a whole lot and had the only requirement to be drinkable. Today, something was different, he made the mistake of pausing and thinking it over. His eyes trailed over the menu and saw options he'd never really considered. "Any recommendations?" Elijah asked the person closest to him. "I usually just get plain and go, and today, I don't know, wondering if I should try something different."

#convo #c:elijah

[calliemontgomery]

@romanwagncr

                              well, baby, you're a wildfire.                        it'll light me up, little out of control, yeah, you know.                                      we both know that road that we're goin' down.                         And right now, all I can think about,                   i've got my mind on you, and you on my mind.           got these four wheels on a two-lane and we cuttin' through the night. girl, i'm huggin' on these curves, like them jeans on your hips. every time you hop in, lookin' like you do, i got my hands and my eyes and my mind on you. x. mind on you - george birge

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  ✤ ROMAN WAGNER & CALLIE MONTGOMERY  ✤

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#( x. | god’s a woman. ) #( ft. | roman. )