Tag: Fic rec

Natural 20 (2/2)

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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.  

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Rating: Explicit

             

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.

              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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Corruption and Consequences

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 

“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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imagnifika:

I love Thusdays because it’s Pictures of Reality update day! 
Thank you @mayquita for your writing and thanks @captainswanbigbang for pairing us!

Summary: Emma Swan returns to her birthplace, Storybrooke, in search of a fresh start after a life marked by abandonment and betrayal. After a year there, she finds the stability she needed and also the possibility of learning about one of her passions, photography. Killian Jones, a former British war reporter with a tragic past, establishes himself in the same town as an instructor of photography, following in the footsteps of his best friends, the Nolans. What will happen when their paths cross? Will their common passion for photography help them heal old wounds?

Today I came with my favourite set for the story. I just love the colors, they are warm and almost tell me /us about fellings of our beloved Emma and Killian.

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Tumblr: Prologue | Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3

Fall is in full effect in Storybrooke and @imagnifika’s image set makes me want to curl up with a mug of hot apple cider. Though watching both Emma and Killian grow in their confidence with their cameras, and one another, may be my favorite part of this image!

His Voice Keeps Calling

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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. 

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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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Goddess :: CS AU :: E

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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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Magnificent and Furious (3/14)

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Summary: After many years, rumors swirl that the Evil Queen is back and filled with more vengeance than ever. But instead of setting her sights on Snow White she goes for the thing  Snow loves most, her beloved daughter Emma. For her own safety, Emma is to be transported to safety on an unassuming merchant ship, where she meets two indentured servants hoping for a way to find their freedom.

A/N: Sorry I’m posting this later than I usually do, I went out of town and got stuck in major MAJOR traffic coming home. But I’m here now and I really hope yall like this chapter! Also please check out this stunning chapter header @princesse-swan made for me, these are all so gorgeous! Also huge thanks to @justanotherwannabeclassic and @eloquentlyenchanted for beta-ing this chapter.

last chapter/ AO3/ ff.net

The skies grew steadily darker as they sailed further south and the thick humid air lay across the ship and its passengers like an unwanted blanket. More than once, Emma thought about stripping off her dress and jumping from the deck into the sea just for a chance to cool off. Of course, she wouldn’t, she knew that she would be sucked underneath the ship’s wake. Not to mention the sharks and krakens and more sinister things that the men spoke of hiding beneath the waves.

She had taken to reading at the bow of the ship, letting the breeze as the ship broke through the waves cool her slightly as she tried to focus on the words in front of her, a task that was proving fruitless. She kept glancing up to stare over the horizon or down to observe the crew members as they worked. And, try as she might stop them, her eyes kept finding Killian– the man who apparently wanted to be whipped. She still couldn’t understand how he could be so angry after she saved him from a punishment he didn’t deserve. She watched as he hoisted a large coil of rope onto his shoulder, his arm muscles bulging under his shirt. Emma shook herself and forced herself to look down at her book but she couldn’t help but feel frustrated. Here she was stuck on a ship and staring at an almost annoyingly handsome cabin boy with stupid blue eyes and dark hair that she wanted to run her fingers through when she should be with her parents and defending her kingdom from the Evil Queen. They had been at sea for only four days but already it felt like an eternity; she felt isolated and useless as she sailed further and further away from her home. The only slight bright side was that her friend Pinocchio would be making the voyage with her, although it was proving difficult to call him “Sir August” in front of the crew and not Chio as she had for as long as she could remember. But he also refused to listen to her about her frustrations with being shipped off to twiddle her thumbs while her parents took care of Regina. He had gotten particularly cross with her two nights ago when she suggested sneaking onto a ship back to Misthaven once they made port, insisting that she needed to honor her parents’ wishes and stay safe. She really ought to apologize for saying his knighthood made him honorable and boring but she’d let it simmer for another day.

A drop of rain fell onto the page she had open rousing her from her thoughts. She looked up just as the clouds seemed to open up and pour down upon them. The wind roared and the sails billowed above her head.

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If that gif is any indication, we’re sailing into one hell of a storm in this week’s chapter!  That look on Killian’s face that @princesse-swan has captured sure is worrying!  Looks like not everything was as it seemed when Emma agreed to board Silver’s ship (are we really surprised?) and it’s going to take every bit of determination and persistence she and Killian have to make it out of this alive.  Read along to find out who survives and who goes down to Davy Jones’ locker!

The Princess of White Chapel (4/12)

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katie-dub:

Dr Killian Jones is having a terrible day. He’s got a mission, he’s got a time machine, he’s got … drunk. What could possibly go wrong?

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Rated M for alcohol use, violence, minor character death, frank discussions of depression and grief

This is not a Millian fic, but Killian thinks about Milah a lot and he’s always pro-Milah. He has feelings he’s gotta feel.

Thank you all for reading, liking, sharing and all that lovely stuff. I know there’s a lot of fic around right now and I love anyone who’s taking the time for mine in the sea of fabulous fic!

A lot of talented people have helped me to bring this fic to life for this year’s @captainswanbigbang including, but not limited to the enchanting @distant-rose and @ultraluckycatnd who listened to my woes, sent me inspiring photos of London and detangled my messy sentences. @princesse-swan who is a bad ass artist who made my beautiful header and a whole ton of gorgeous art like this, made me feel like the best writer alive and made art for a whole bunch of other CSBB fics this year. Go worship her and her artwork like the goddess she is. And my Tiny Giant who napped like a pro so mummy could write. Good work, lad. The rest of you know who you are.

“Jones
… Killian … You still there mate?”

“Aye.” He faltered, looking up at
the sound of his bedroom door opening. Emma was standing there in just his
t-shirt and with her hair tousled from sleep. Involuntarily he wondered how
much messier her hair might look if it were rumpled by something far more enjoyable than sleeping,
biting his lip at the thought.

“Oh – um.” Emma tugged at the hem
of the t-shirt and he averted his eyes. He felt a surge of guilt at the way he
responded to her, but he just couldn’t help it. “I’m sorry, am I interrupting …
something?”

“Wait, wait, wait! Have you got a
girl in your flat, Jones?” Will’s excited prattle shouted through his phone.
“An actual, real girl?! Forget the dragon, this is the only news I
care about!”

Killian gritted his teeth at his
cousin’s gleeful tone.

“Fuck off, Scarlet.”

“My little boy’s growing up and
becoming a man.” Will began sniffling and Killian could picture the way the
smug git would pretend to wipe tears from his eyes. “I’m so proud. I never
thought my Killian would lose his vir-”

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Broken machine? Check. Princess from another realm? Check. Dragon? Yup, check that too. So what could possibly go wrong for Killian in a city the size of London with a fire breathing dragon on the loose? Ohhh, ya, that.

distant-rose:

Note: I owe @initiala my life and I feel like an asshole for not getting my other submission for @cscocktoberfest done on time so here’s a tiny baby sorta smutlet fic that takes place in my Seal of Fate universe where both Killian and Emma are selkies located in Menemsha, Martha’s Vineyard. You don’t need to read my seal dumpster trash to understand what’s going on in this itty bitty smutlet. All you know need to know is that they’re selkies. That’s about it. Anyway, this is like only 600 words but I hope you enjoy it. I’m gonna post my other submission hopefully sometime this week but let’s just say this is “an apology for being a dick” web redemption.

He’s on her the second, she sides out of her seal skin. Fingers grasping hard at her waist, pulling her back against his chest as kisses rain down against her shoulders and nape. A soft sigh escapes her lips as he worries his teeth into the juncture of her neck. She can’t help but lean into him, hand flailing backwards in an awkward search of his hair. It takes a few tries but she gets there, fingers sliding into the slick strands and giving them a nice tug.

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