this-too-too-sullied-flesh:

writing is hard and so is… nah, that joke’s too easy to make

a not-so-quiet moment for your captain swan spoilers pleasure–because my co-bama aka @captain–kitten asked 

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“You guys wanna come over for lunch?” David asked, clapping Killian on his shoulder slightly harder than was necessary, but he’d take it. Small gestures from the prince still felt like a victory, though he knew he already had the man’s approval.

Killian opened his mouth, ready to accept and in fact eager since Emma had recently professed that she was “hungry enough to take down an entire buffalo,” whatever that was, but when he looked to her before confirming, her lips were pressed in a thin line and she was shaking her head in tight, quick jerks. He felt a brow lift but smoothly went along with it.

“Ah, were that we could, but I’m afraid we’ve other plans, mate,” he said in conciliatory tones, feeling curious relief when Emma’s eyes beamed in satisfaction.

“Sorry, Dad. Rain check?” She leaned up on her toes and placed a kiss on her father’s cheek.

After agreeing to dinner at the loft, Emma turned and grabbed for Killian’s hand, practically marching him down the sidewalk and nearly bowling over both Doc and Sneezy as he attempted to keep up.

“What’s the rush, love?” he called out. He could feel a crackle of static between their palms when she came to an abrupt stop around the corner from Granny’s; he thought he already knew, but that flash of power affirmed it.

“It’s quiet right now,” she murmured, not quite meeting his eye as she stepped over in front of him. She took a breath and held it before glancing both left and right, scanning the area around them before speaking again. When she did, she put both hands on his chest and slid them up until they were resting on either side of his neck. “I wanted to take advantage.”

“Of me, or the quiet?” he murmured in response, feeling a chuckle but suppressing it in order to avoid ruining her determination.

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lala-mora:

xerxesrises:

It’s 3 am.  I can’t sleep.  Captain Swan happened.  Here.  Have some smut.

not edited at all. might be incoherent. am sleep deprived.

“So,” he says, suddenly shy.

“So,” she repeats back, feeling the same.

He watches her and she watches the floor, hands shoved in the back pockets of her jeans, body angled away from him.  She’s keeping a secret and he knows it.  She waits for him to question her, but it’s either been too long a day or not long enough, because he does nothing more than watch her.

Waiting.

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Oh sweetheart, this is something…

killians-dimples:

Killian has a canon confirmed clothes on kink and I am not handling it well. 

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It starts with her socks. The thick ones that pull to just under her knees and slip down and bunch around her ankles as she shuffles across the kitchen, nursing a cup of tea with just a bit of honey and far too much sugar. She can feel him watching her from his place slouched in the corner of the couch, legs crossed at the ankles and book resting lightly on his lap, thumb tapping against his bottom lip in consideration.

When he stands it’s slowly, methodical and with precision. It’s the same way he moves when he’s setting the lines on his ship, how he places his books on the shelf just above the fireplace.  

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