Summary: Killian Jones has always managed tough spots in his con life… but never like this one. His brother is out of jail and convinced the only way to win his name back is to heist the casino of a major Vegas mogul, leaving Killian to do the planning. He now has to deal with a half-brother desperate to gain a name of his own, an ex-fling that carries her own torch against the casino mogul, his brother losing his mind over his ex-wife, his former mentor’s depression and the one woman he can’t get out of his mind giving him chase. Ocean’s Eleven AU
Rating: M
Content warnings: semi-explicit sexual content, law-breaking (they are thieves, liars and con men), mild violence (someone will get punched), mention of former relationships (for the main pair) and cheating (but not for the main pair)
Chapter warning: Milah is a character in this fic.
This fic would never exist without the wonderful @sambethe who convinced me to do over hot chocolate on one cold Chicago afternoon and virtually held my hand and betaed this fic for months. thank you SO much for everything you do.
A/N: A long time ago there was talk about Hook & his sea friends and a few collective posts shaped the idea of a Sea Squad. This fic is the attempt to bring that creativity to life. Tagging @queen-mabs-revenge@thesschesthair and @jvosketches as they were part of that initial thinking back in the day. If a few things sound familiar, it’s because they are based on the movie.
It was warm and sunny in Las Vegas. Or at least, that was how the radio host described it as the sound blasted in the taxi as they cruised through the outskirts of town, on their way to Nemo’s mansion. Killian would have put it differently: blazing hot with the chance of bursting into flames when one came into direct contact with sunlight.
More than two decades out of the Motherland and he still wasn’t used to this much sunlight. To cope, he followed Liam’s lead and uncuffed his pristine white shirt and rolled his sleeves up over his forearms.
Arriving at Nemo’s, they were quickly shown into an interior patio. The place was impeccable, as always – not a piece of furniture or decoration out of place, fresh cut flowers in each room they passed, no speck of dirt or mote of dust to be seen. And yet, all of it seemed off, the house too quiet by half, and a sense of sorrow seemed to pervade the air. When Nemo finally joined them, Killian’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of their old friend – their mentor. While dressed in a well-tailored navy suit, still sporting his jacket despite the midday heat, Nemo looked like a shell of the man he’d once been. His voice might still be booming and his presence almost overwhelming, but he seemed smaller, his eyes dimmer. It was as if his image had been blurred at the edges, his presence quietly fading away. It was painful to see, and Killian darted his eyes to Liam, finding his feelings mirrored in the way Liam’s jaw clenched before he composed his features into a warm smile.
Killian Jones, hater of heat. I feel like the man has really picked the wrong part of the States to settle himself into. Watching him and Liam assemble their crew though, that is a thing of beauty! Just who do you think they can sucker, errr – convince, to join them in their mad plan?
Meet Killian Jones. Attractive. Wealthy. Arrogant. He has it all… until he becomes aggressively unattractive outside as he is on the inside. Cursed to find someone that can see him better than he can see himself, he hides away, because who could ever learn to love a beast?
You guys blow me away, thank you so much for the awesome feedback from Chapter 1!! I hope you like what’s to come. 😀
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Please please make sure you go check out all the other stories included with this project. They are all amazing and you won’t regret it, I assure you.
Chapter Two – Help
May – 2000
Emma kneels on the floor outside the principal’s office and
places her drawing on the seat. Sliding her hands over it, her bottom lip
starts to quiver when she realizes the wrinkles aren’t going to go away.
“Sweetie?” She looks up to see Miss Murphy standing beside
her with a roll of tape in her hands. “I think if we use a bit of tape, we
could fix the little rips.”
Her eyes move back to the drawing, and she hesitates before
handing it to her teacher. Miss Murphy walks to the main desk and Emma quickly
pushes herself up to follow. Though she’s too short to see what she’s doing,
she stands on her tippy toes to try anyway.
Miss Murphy rips off three pieces of tape before she places
them on the drawing.
Another one knocked out of the park by @xemmaloveskillianx! We get Emma’s backstory in this chapter and it’s clear that, though her childhood was a bit more happy than what she got in canon, it still wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine for our favorite blonde. We just hope she can get out of the tight spot she’s in now before something bad happens!
It’s the evening before Lancelot and Guinevere’s wedding, and Emma & Killian are spending a night away together for the first time as parents. What sexy shenanigans will they get up to on this rare night when they’re only responsible for themselves? [AO3]
Word count: 1420 Tagged: Post Season 7, Canon Compliant, Camelot Renaissance, first night away from the baby, mentions of Curious Archer, Lancelot and Guinevere’s wedding, public hanky panky, oral sex,
“Drop the phone, Jones,” Emma caught her husband in the middle of typing a message as she returned to their suite of rooms for their weekend in Camelot’s castle. “Hope is fine, you do not need to check on Alice and Robyn every half hour. They are responsible adults who will have their own child in just a few months. There is nothing to worry about.”
Killian set his phone down on the bed and scratched his ear in embarrassment. Hope was nearly a year old, but it was the first time he and Emma had spend the night away from her and he was having some separation issues.
“I know, love,” he moved closer to her, taking her hands. “And I also know that if they did have a problem, Regina, Rogers, and Zelena are all right there, ready to jump in and help them. I just don’t quite know what to do with myself; I’m not used to it being just us anymore.”
Captain Swan AU: Princess Emma Swan always looks forward to Captain Jones’s visits at her seaside town. Their trysts are always passionate and they can never get enough of each another.
1. Don’t get attached. The clients treated her like a bartender while she was inking and piercing, using their captive position as a free therapy session. Emma let them and usually pocketed a nice tip for her trouble. She did not share in return.
2. No repeat business. No matter how much they loved her work, Emma Swan originals were just that – original. No second piercing or second piece of art ever decorated her clients. If they wanted more, she sent them to Ruby, who wiggled and leaned and fawned just enough that, male or female, they forgot all about the prickly blonde with the steady hand.
Hello my lovelies! I’m back! This is my submission for the CS Cocktoberfest! I’m so excited for a whole 30 days of smut! And what better way to end the first week than some Neverland smut!
This one shot is not for the faint hearted so be warned!
Emma keeps having sex dreams about a certain pirate. They both sense the tension, but how does she react when he confronts her about the awkwardness between the two of them?
Wanna read more Neverland one shots? Here! and Here!
Her body was on fire. Every atom, every cell, and every nerve was pushed to its maximum pleasure. His beard tickled her neck in the most perfect way as he sucked her pulse point in rhythm with his thrusts.
“Harder,” She moaned against his lips. He took every command with great pleasure and heeded every request.
Emma could feel herself getting closer, faster than she ever had with any partner. She chased that feeling, hooking her legs around his toned waist welcoming him deeper into her core.
“Killian don’t stop!”
Emma’s eyes shot open only to see the dark material of her tent and her hand between her legs. Fuck, it was a dream.
Ever since she kissed that stupid pirate all she ever thought about was him. Which was stupid because all that ever happened was one kiss. And she shouldn’t even be thinking about him! She’s here to find her son! But those gorgeous blue eyes and that rugged smile paired with the irresistible scent of sandalwood and rum drove her crazy. This was the second night in a row that she had an unforgettable sex dream about him. And it was messing with her head! It was so hard to look at him at breakfast thinking “I just had a dream where you fucked me for two hours straight.” Her thoughts were consuming her. She couldn’t think about anything else but the earth-shattering sex that they had in her mind. If the sex was that good in her dreams how amazing would sex with him actually be?
Of all the weird ways she had spent Saturdays during her adult life, Emma was certain that this one was the weirdest. And it was entirely Henry’s fault. Well…. Henry and Mary Margaret’s fault. …. And David wasn’t blameless in the whole thing, either.
Because somehow Henry had roped Mary Margaret and David into teaming up against her. And now here she was.
Note: This is my very sad submission to @cscocktoberfest. I apologize, because this is more sad than smut, but we all should have expected this from me.
-“No One Else” Natasha, Pierre, and The Great Comet of 1812
This is how she remembers their first time:
Her fingers carded through his hair, his hand digging into her hip. Emma can still recall the puff of his breath against the slope of her neck, warm against her flushed skin. Everything about it was good, the way his fingers danced against her center, the thick drag of his cock when he finally enters her. They had moved slowly then, that first time.
Emma has never been one to make love. Not since Neal, not since she had been seventeen and believed in the magic of love – before that faith had been crushed by destiny (by fear). Funny how Killian had been the one to reignite that faith. Funny that now he’s gone.
Here be a smutty bit of canon divergence, set in season 4. Unbeta’d so we’ll see if I remember how this whole thing works. Title taken from a Dusty Springfield song.
When they had finally broken apart, their hearts were
thundering in their ears. The desperation of their kiss had been so
all-consuming Emma Swan was surprised neither of them had caught fire. A
cursory glance at Killian Jones told her he hadn’t given up that particular
goal. Of course his baseline was intense smoulder, so she expected nothing
less.
Emma Swan found a box of pictures in her new apartment that have been giving her ideas – good ideas. But what happens when the object of her affection actually shows up at her door? Rating: E Word count: 7200 Notes: Written for @cscocktoberfest. It was a bit of a challenge to just write smut, but one that I decided to take on anyway. Special thanks to @idristardis for the beta! Based on a @dailyau prompt I’ve been holding onto for a few years: “
I found a bunch of your stuff when I moved into this apartment and I have no idea who you are but I think we might be soulmates AU" Only, you know, smuttier.
Emma walked into her new apartment, but to be fair, there wasn’t much to drag. After bouncing from one foster home to another, she learned pretty quickly about how to pack light and deftly move things in and out at a moment’s notice. But she hoped things might change with this new place. But she finally started to get steady work in Boston and decided she wanted to just settle down for a bit and have someplace to call her own.
It also helped that the apartment she’d found in Boston was fully furnished. Apparently, the previous renter had bailed on short notice, and the landlord just decided to keep the furniture for the next tenant. Emma didn’t really have a problem with that. It would be nice to have a kitchen table and she had enough cups and plates to use. The couch was some ugly plaid fabric so she made a mental note to get a slipcover for it. The bed was a decent size, and Emma had stopped at a store yesterday to get some new sheets and pillows for it.
Emma wasn’t going to be adding much to the apartment at all. Just the small cardboard box and suitcase that she’d carried up from the backseat of her little yellow VW Beetle. Unpacking would be a breeze.
Then she realized the suitcase wouldn’t be as easy to unload as she expected. The bedroom closet was completely empty, and there was no set of drawers or baskets or anything. Not even a single hanger. Did the previous renter not have any clothes? Emma shook her head and dropped her suitcase on the floor of the closet. Luckily, it would fit inside and still allow the doors to close, so she could just prop the suitcase open and dig through it when she needed to for now.
Except the closet wasn’t completely empty after all. As she started to unzip her suitcase, she noticed a large shoebox down on the floor in the corner. Emma always liked digging into a mystery – it was partially why she was a bondswoman after all. Detective work was her thing, and a mysterious box in a closet definitely necessitated detective work.
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