delightfully-difficult-pirate:

Summary: Who knew a game of Dungeons and Dragons would lead to some late night fun on the rooftop?

AN: The conclusion of my @cscocktoberfest submission. Posting a little late because I was in NJ for the OUaT convention today, but it is still technically the 27th… on the west coast.  

This is completely unbeta’d, so all the excess commas, tense switches, and grammatical chaos are my own.  I will go back and do a more thorough edit of this soon to remove some of that, I promise.  

Part 1

Rating: Explicit

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Emma
reached up and turned his face back toward hers.

              “It doesn’t matter,” she said a
moment before she leaned forward and kissed him.

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              Killian let out a small groan
before eagerly returning her kiss.  His
stubble rubbed against her cheeks, which was an unfamiliar but not unpleasant
feeling.  She ran her hand along his neck
and into his hair.  This elicited another
low groan, which sent a shiver down Emma’s spine.  

              Spurred on by his reaction, Emma
scooted forward until her ass was resting against his leg.  Closer now, she trailed her other hand up Killian’s
front until she was able to caress the chest hair constantly left exposed by
his habit of leaving the top few buttons of his shirts undone.

              The hand that had been resting on
her hip crept upward and Killian’s fingers dipped below the hemline of her top
to rest on the small of her back.  His
other hand made its way into her hair and with a little tug, tilted Emma’s head
upward.

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laschatzi:

Here’s my contribution to @cscocktoberfest! Thanks for organizing this spicy event! @snowbellewells and @thesschesthair, there’s your car hood!

summary: idk?? Driving lessons taking a turn? No, really, this is pwp.

words: ~4,9k

rating: oh man. teetering on the verge of E, probably? It’s a special occasion.

also on: ff.net and ao3 

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“Can I offer you a ride, Deputy?”

Killian frowns and squints his eyes a little against
the low, early autumnal sun, but no, his ears haven’t deceived him:
there’s his wife casually leaning against the hood of her yellow bug,
parked on its usual spot right in front of the sheriff’s station.

“What are you doing here, Swan?” he asks and
approaches her with a smile. “Weren’t you supposed to assist your
mother with the preparations for your brother’s birthday
celebrations?”

“Yeah, I did, until she said we were done.” Emma
shrugs and pushes away from the car to greet him. “Maybe I wasn’t
very useful.”

“I can imagine,” he comments in an amused voice
and kisses her smiling mouth. “Admit it, you only used that as an
excuse for not having to help with the record filing.”

“Hey!” She whacks his arm playfully and chuckles
as she opens the driver’s door while Killian elegantly folds himself
into the passenger seat. But then she admits a little sheepishly,
“Well, I wouldn’t have been useful with that either.”

He tilts his head. “I knew it!” While fastening
his seat belt, he asks, “So, do you want to pick up something for
dinner?”

She nods and starts the engine. “Later. First, I
was thinking we could drive a bit to the outskirts and give you some
driving lessons.”

“Driving lessons?” Killian isn’t thrilled, to
say the least. He’s used to riding in the passenger seat of Emma’s
beloved bug by now, but trying his own hand at its helm? He doubts
that such an endeavor would end well. Even though he’s a fast
learner, he’s still in the process of getting used to driving a car,
and he hasn’t tried any other vehicle than David’s truck so far. “No
offense, Swan,” he says carefully, “but I think your father’s car
is much more suitable for me.”

She grins cheekily and challenges, “What, afraid
you can’t handle this one?”

He throws her an indignant look. “The vessel I’m
inept to captain has yet to be built.”

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wellhellotragic:

“Emma, love. If you insist on being that bat thing for Halloween, then I insist you wear the belt that goes with it.”

“Oh, I have a belt. It’s just not the one that came with the costume…”

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let-it-raines:

Summary: They were together…and then they weren’t. But just because you’re not with someone anymore doesn’t mean you stop loving them. And it doesn’t mean that their words stop playing over in your head, even if new ones are being said.  

Rating: Mature 

A/N: Hey all! I was originally only supposed to do Frozen Peas for @cscocktoberfest, but here we are again. I know the summary sounds a bit angsty, and it is…so you’ll just have to read to find out how it ends. This started as me writing a one-night stand at a bar, and I wrote about 2,000 words of that before I scrapped that and somehow turned it into this. Apparently, I can’t do smut without a little plot. 

Also available on ao3 | here |

Tag list: @nikkiemms @wellhellotragic @profdanglaisstuff @resident-of-storybrooke @kmomof4 @jennjenn615 @ekr032-blog-blog @bmbbcs4evr @onceuponaprincessworld @mayquita @branlovesouat

I love you, Emma Swan.

She sees him before he sees her, and it’s not that she hasn’t seem him in the last few months. She has. It’d be impossible not to. He works in her building, a few floors up, and if she runs just a minute late for work, she’ll run into him at the elevator.

She’s been late to work twice in the past 137 days.

She took the stairs both times.

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artistic-writer:

Title: Goddess
Rating: E
A/N: So, this little, delicious slice of smut was written for @cscocktoberfest and is my second contribution to the event.  It is a second fic in the series I have decided to gift this fandom, in which Emma has a daddy!kink and Killian is her Daddy.  If you haven’t already read it, how they met is explained in the first fic in this series, Ultimate Fulfillment.

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Three months. That was the amount of time that Emma Swan had known Killian Jones. They had met through the Ultimate Fulfillment dating app, thanks to her meddling friends, and it had been one of the best nights of her life. Well, scrap that. He had made it the best night of her life and continued to be the highlight of her Friday. When he said he wanted to see her again, she had lit up inside, the warmth spreading through her like a shot of whiskey, warming her belly and making her skin tingle.

Of course she wanted another shot of tall, dark and handsome. Mr. 99%. Though Emma would most certainly beg to differ on that one. Her only complaint with the app was its inaccuracy, because, every Friday night since she had first met Killian Jones, she had been more than 100% compatible with him. 100% on the stairs. 100% in the bathroom of their local bar. One hundred fucking percent every which way you swung it.

At first, Emma had wanted a daddy. Who wouldn’t? To be controlled in the bedroom by someone who knew how to pleasure you in ways that you could only dream of. But then, quite by accident, Emma had discovered that Killian liked to be controlled just as much as he liked to be in control. She hadn’t meant to, but in the heat of the moment, she hadn’t even realised that the words had slipped from her mouth, seven little words that had him crumbling to his knees and begging like a puppy for more orders.

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