Summary: She’s the English teacher. He’s the Math teacher. One afternoon in the teacher’s lounge, they become students of one another’s anatomy.
A/N: Another contribution for @cscocktoberfest. Thank you to all those who twisted my arm encouraged me to write a fic to accompany my September CS AU aesthetic. I hope it meets expectations! Much love to the fabulous @ilovemesomekillianjones for her awesome beta skills, and to my ladies @kmomof4, @winterbaby89, and @artistic-writer for enduring my whining and complaining.
Rated M (it’s cocktober, people…) / ~3700 words / Also available on ao3 and ff.net
Killian tapped his pencil impatiently against the table in front of him. The jitters of excited anticipation coursed through him as they always did on the first day of a new school year, despite the early hour required of all the returning teachers. Every year Principal Mills insisted on a staff meeting prior to the first bell, and this year was no exception. While he waited for the stragglers to file in so her majesty could commence with the standard greeting, expectations, and general arm twisting in recruiting advisors for as yet unassigned clubs and organizations, Killian sipped his coffee and perused the teacher’s lounge.
Nothing much had changed over the summer months. Same walls splashed with the school colors. Same large conference table, already adorned with fall decorations despite the sweltering heat still plaguing their little hamlet. The coffee maker was new, thank the gods, but that was the only change the room seemed to have undergone. Same chairs, same motivational posters, same sofa. Killian shifted in his chair as his thoughts took a hard (in more ways than one) turn at the memories the lounge sofa evoked. Memories of Emma Swan riding him into oblivion on the last day of school, right there in the teacher’s lounge during their final planning period together.
Emma Swan.
Storybrooke High’s most beloved English teacher, and the woman who had turned Killian’s entire world upside down when she’d join the staff three years ago. The woman currently sneaking through the door, her standard tendency to always run several minutes late, while trying to avoid detection from Principal Mills, who’d apparently started their meeting whilst Killian had been daydreaming.
A blush rushed up his neck at the realization that he’d been fantasizing to the point of discomfort in a room full of his colleagues, and the source of his infatuation. When her eyes met his from across the room, he could feel the flustered heat sweep across his face up to his ears, but he offered her a friendly smile; one she hesitantly returned, the sight of which made his heart flutter.
Killian heard little of what Principal Mills was saying. It was most likely the same speech she’d given to the faculty every year before, so he didn’t feel too guilty about not listening; instead choosing to return to the indulgence of visiting that afternoon forever seared in his memory.
They’d been dancing around their attraction for one another all year long. Sharing the same planning period, and being the only two faculty members to make use of the teachers’ lounge during their free hour had given them nine months of bantering, flirting, talking, and eye fucking. It was only a matter of time before the powder keg of sexual tension ignited, though neither of them had expected it to happen in the lounge of all places.
She’s beyond angry, storming out of the diner and past Killian as he sits at one of the outdoor tables, a drink in his hand. He raises it to her as she passes, smiles and calls out jovially, “Swan! Don’t make a man drink alone!”
She doesn’t slow down, doesn’t even look at him as he gets up to follow her, sensing her continued anger. “Not in the mood for a drink or a man,” she responds sharply. She can hear his footsteps follow her off the sidewalk.
“I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you today, all right? I know you feel like you’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders. But at some point,” his hook snags on her arm and pulls her around towards him, “Even though we’re quite different, you’ve got to trust me.” His eyes are beseeching and she feels her annoyance flare hard and fast.
“That’s what you think this is about? That I don’t trust you?” She shouts back. He has the decency to look a little ashamed before he covers it with a raised brow and set jaw.
“Is that not what it’s about?”
“Of course I trust you.” She wants to hit him he’s being so stupid. And all of a sudden all the fight leaves her as he looks at her sadly, completely lost. He doesn’t understand, he doesn’t get it.
“Then why do you keep pulling away from me?” His voice is just as desperate as she feels.
“Because everyone I’ve ever been with is dead!” It’s hard not to explain without the anger now, but she has to hold onto something other than the stinging at the corners of her eyes. “Neal and Graham. Even Walsh. I lost everyone. I…” Her vision blurs just a little and she feels a hot tear slide down her cheek and settle at the edge of her mouth. “I can’t lose you, too,” she finishes simply, staring into his eyes and willing him to understand the rest. She can’t say it yet, she doesn’t think she’s brave enough, but she needs him to know somehow anyway.
Killian’s gaze softens as he looks at her, as her words sink in and his heart grows. Lost girl, always a lost girl. He’s determined to make sure she never feels that way again.
“Well, love, you don’t have to worry about me,” he responds with a comforting smile. “If there’s one thing I’m good at, it’s surviving.”
Summary: Emma Swan and Killian Jones are not coworkers. Okay, they kind of are. Emma Swan and Killian Jones are not friends either. Okay, maybe they kind of are. Honestly, Emma’s not sure what’s up and what’s down when it comes to Killian Jones…well, that’s also not true. She knows one thing that’s up.
Rating: Mature (it’s cocktoberfest peeps)
A/N: Hey all! Here’s part one of my contribution to @cscocktoberfest! I wrote this about a month ago before I’d really gotten into a good rhythm (pun always intended with me) with my smut writing, but I hope that it’s still a good time. I’m posting a bit early because I don’t know when I’ll get a chance to later since I have a late night at work. So have a very pleasurable time reading.
“Killian, they’re literally right in front of you.”
He seems shocked by that, only to look down and see that the
peas are, indeed, sitting in the serving dish right between the two of them on
David and Mary Margaret’s dining room table. Mary Margaret makes these damn
peas for every single one of these dinners, and Killian is the only person who
likes them. What Emma would give for another vegetable to be served at one of
these dinners. She doesn’t even like vegetables, but she’d learn to love them
for anything other than these goddamn peas.
She seems to be a little too passionate about the peas.
Emma wanders into the path of a weird curse or eats something she shouldn’t or picks up an artefact she wasn’t supposed to touch (Regina did warn her!) and suddenly every time she settles in to, ahem, ring the devil’s doorbell… he answers.
So I wrote the thing and am sharing it now for @cscocktoberfest – I hope I’ve done you proud Svenja. This is more banter and innuendo with a sprinkle of smut, but I hope you all like it. (And I’ve got another Cocktoberfest fic to come next Wednesday!)
Thanks @initiala for organising this event, which gave me the nerve to actually post this. Cheers for reading this over for me @mahstatins and danke schön @distant-rose and @welllpthisishappening for chanting “post it!” at me 😉
Emma Swan was having a day. Or maybe a week.
Possibly even a lifetime. It was one thing to discover after 28 years that she
wasn’t actually an orphan but a bona fide witch from outstanding magical
pedigree, it was quite another to find herself expected to do something about
it and take flipping magic lessons. Especially when her teacher was her sassy
step grandmother who expected nothing less than total dedication at all times.
Only today she had found her mind and her hands wandering resulting in such a sharp
reprimand that she was almost glad that her entire family had been separated
from her by a curse for her entire formative years.
(And, OK, maybe it was better not to
touch strange magical artifacts that she had no knowledge or understanding of,
but surely Regina didn’t have anything actually dangerous in that vault
of hers.. Right?)
Still though, the incident had left her feeling
frustrated and full of pent-up nervous energy that she desperately needed to
relieve. And what better way than with a little TLC?
Here’s my admission for CS Cocktoberfest (Who you SHOULD be following, at @cscocktoberfest) !
Originally, this piece was for @cssns, but I could never find a way to make it work. Even now, it is more romance than smut, but it’s definitely got smut in the later bits. For now, settle for a wet dream, and a very nice naked butt and boobs you can kiiiiinda see… if you zoom in.
SWANG SONG – 1/3
Set ambiguously in the 1920′s-1940′s in a world supposedly without magic, Detective Jones of Boston PD is a broken man with little ore than liquor to keep him going. When a strange string of murders and ominous rumors about a new King of crime bring him face to face with fairytales, Killian is anything but ready to meet, “The Swan”.
Rating – M, you know what I write by now, c’mon.
Click me, I’m the AO3 link!
Thanks to @wingedlioness, @shireness-says, & @gingerchangeling, who are quite possibly the holy beta trifecta of amazeballs. Lioness even made me an amazing banner I’m going to use next chapter, =3
Another kind and incredibly sincere thank you to @initiala for everything she does in this fandom: This event aside, your passion, creativity, and overwhelming talent are awesome. You are awesome. You brought me to this fandom along with another two writers, and I am beyond giddy anytime one of you shares anything. I’m so addicted to your works, and I obviously love your wolf pieces, which were the initial (Hahahaha) reason I finally made a tumblr and forced myself to write. Thank you, very, very much.
Smut ahoy! Definitely NSFW. Marginally set in my The Princess Training Diaries universe, but you don’t have to read that piece. Basically, Pan was actually defeated in Neverland; Killian and Emma love their kink; and Killian is a product of True Love and has magic of his own. Enjoy!
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?
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