Emma could remember fingers tangled in her curls, the weight of a hand settling on the small of her back, a smile meant only for her eyes. To have a soft kiss pressed against her lips, tentative and sweet, to share each other’s breath. Emma knew what it was to have someone by her side until he’d been taken away.
She’s spent near to half her life watching the horizon line, waiting for the tides to bring back what the sea once claimed.
Killian looked down at his hands, stained crimson with his brother’s blood, before staring across the deck as the pirate ship left his shattered world in its wake, and wondered what they could possibly have stood to gain from his loss.
He’s lost everything, his family, his love, even his hand. The one thing he believes he can- no, will – get back is his ship.
If no one else would do anything, Henry certainly would. He was going to save his mother, and the way he saw it, there was only one person in the entirety of Fort Charles that could possibly help him. Someone who had nothing to lose but his life, and everything to gain.
He doesn’t know much about the world beyond the stories he reads, but he’s determined to save the person he loves most.
A Captain Swan story, based on Pirates of the Caribbean.
Rating: T
Content Warnings: Violence, Swearing, Minor Character Death
AN: Round two! I was blown away by the response to the prologue, thanks everyone! I hope you enjoy this one even more! Thanks as always to the CSBB gang, my amazing beta @huffleporg , and to Ady for the beautiful artwork. I can’t wait for you guys to see it.
He could feel his pulse pounding in his ears, behind his eyelids, and though he resisted the immediate urge to open them and check, he was rather certain there was a chain around his right hand, and quite possibly his ankle as well .
It’d been years since Killian had last let himself fall so deeply into his cups that he couldn’t see straight and woke up in a strange place besides, and he was fairly confident he hadn’t the night before, either – if there’s one thing Captain Hook prided himself on, it was his ability to hold his rum. He wondered if perhaps the bastards hadn’t slipped him something to ascertain his accordance with their plans, however unwilling his cooperation might have been.
That rat bastard Smee was supposed to be watching the door.
Check out this week’s update as we begin to see bits of the Pirates of the Caribbean lore woven into this tale. While we can’t wait to find out what led a young Killian from where we left him last with Emma to Captain Hook’s cell, we are certainly intrigued by Emma’s reaction to the mere mention of Hook’s moniker by Henry. Surely she has no reason to want to see the boy she saved so long ago dangling from the end of a rope! And what will happen if Hook isn’t the only pirate who has come to Port Royal? Parley?
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.
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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!
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. 😀
Shout out to @initiala & @idristardis for being damn amazing BETA’s. Beastly wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for them.
Another shout out to @cocohook38 for the beautiful banner, go show her love for it, here,and the amazing artwork from chapter 1, go show her love for it, here.
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.”
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.
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