They were still undressing one another when they stumbled into the shower together. A frantic jumble of limbs and kisses as their hands slid over one another’s bodies, slick from the hot spray.
“My dirty girl,” Killian rasped wickedly into her ear. “Whatever shall I do with such a dirty girl.”
“I’m sure you’ll be able to come up with something,” Emma moaned, bracing herself against the glass and finding little purchase there to help support her weakening knees caused by his adventurous fingers.
“Oh, I assure you, love. I won’t be the only one coming.”
“I demand to see your master,” the words, spoken like a command, traveled through the front of his shop and reached him in his private study. Her voice was unmistakable, and carried the instant effect of making him hard, his cock twitching at the memory of that same voice encouraging him to take his pleasure.
Like a moth drawn to the flame, he went to find her. She was a vision in a black dress and laced gloves with tiny black ribbons and he ached to disrobe her and taker against every available surface.
Summary: Emma Swan left the chaos of Storybrooke behind ten years ago. In those ten years, Killian Jones has embraced the outlaw life that comes with being in his family. When Emma returns, the two will be thrown into a whirlwind of danger and death that will cause them to truly examine just how much being together is worth it. Rating: M Content Warnings: Graphic violence (hence the M-rating!), alcohol and drug use, reference to and implication of abortion, and minor character deaths. Chapters:1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 AO3:Current Chapter | From Beginning A/N: Wanted to say again how much I appreciate the support and feedback everyone has given for the story so far! You all are the best!
Once again, many many thanks to @jarienn972 and @xemmaloveskillianx for all their help and support in making this story what it is. And please be sure to check out @distant-rose‘s fantastic artwork she’s made to accompany the fic – when I saw her art for this chapter, I practically squealed in excitement because it rocks SO MUCH.
“Morning, officers!” Killian called out cheerily to August and Graham across the bullpen. The pair glanced up sharply from where they had been chatting around a box of donuts from Granny’s diner. “I see Storybrooke’s finest are hard at work, as always!”
“Shut up,” David growled, giving him a slight shove that almost caused Killian to stumble with his bare feet on the tile floor.
He turned on his heels, walking backwards so he could give the scowling Sheriff a pout. “Oh, there’s no need to be like that!” Killian shrugged, holding his hands up as he did so. He tried his best to hide the wince that wanted to break free as he lifted his left arm to do it. “I was just trying to start up some small talk with your colleagues.”
David none-to-gently shoved him back around and continued to march him in the direction of the station’s lone interrogation room. “You’re not here for small talk, Jones.”
Killian frowned dramatically, glancing over his shoulder. “Considering you brought me in for questioning, I’m fairly certain that’s exactly what I’m here for…” He turned into the room he’d spent more than a few hours in before.
“Keep it up, asshole.” David stopped in the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest and puffing himself out slightly. “You’ll find yourself in that cell again.”
Well, isn’t this just a lovely chapter chock full of family drama! It’s nice to see Brennan not selling his sons for a rowboat for once. Poor David and Liam, just trying to look out for their younger siblings no matter how badly said duo wants to figure themselves out on their own without overbearing big brothers in the mix! But what’s all that that David has in his file and what will it mean for the club?
Summary: Dance is more than Emma Swan’s career; it’s practically saved her life on more than one occasion. But when it comes to reality TV shows, she’s always danced in the shadows of her twin brother David and her sister Elsa. Her first season as a pro on Dancing With the Stars was a disaster, and she enters her second season determined to prove herself. All she needs is a good partner. Hollywood bad boy and ladies’ man Killian Jones isn’t what she had in mind. Rating: M for mature themes, steamy dance routines, and sexy times (But NOT smut) Trigger warnings: discussions of online solicitation of a minor, bullying, statutory rape, and emotionally abusive/controlling relationships; stalking; anti-Rumbelle, anti-Neal AO3| Tumblr
Oh, sorry. We were too busy staring at how great Emma looks in red, probably just like Killian. In this amazing image set, @optomisticgirl has perfectly captured Emma and Killian’s group intro dance, right down to Emma’s thoughts on the matter!
This is my second contribution to @cscocktoberfest. I have just started playing around with manips, so I hope this one is okay.
Set post season 6 in the Swan-Jones household
Killian stared in reverence at the beautiful woman beneath him. When they met he’d felt an instant connection to her, recognizing a kindred spirit with walls as high as his own. Her heart was heavily guarded, and he’d struggled to find a way to around her defenses. But somehow, some way, he had. Somehow this beautiful, intelligent, kind woman had become not just his lover, but his partner. Emma Swan, his true love. It still astounded him that a lowly pirate like himself would be worthy of a goddess like her.
“Killian,” she half moaned, half whined. “I can feel you staring at me.” She opened her eyes and fixed him with a reproachful glare.
I’m working on the Third Part now! It was only every supposed to be one part, so I haven’t gone into all those deep questions yet, but maybe… anything is a possibility 😀
Yaaaaay, bless you for writing a third part, I LOVE it!! And I was also not expecting that twist with him looking for his soulmate ❤ loved it too.
Hey y’all – Besides for some bleak thoughts and illegible, “I’m sick and shouldn’t be typing posts”, I am late to post. I have been down with actual influenza for a week, and I am still recovering from that mess. Please excuse the potential sloppiness of this chapter, I cannot format and edit while potentially partially brain dead. I literally feel like someone ran over me with a lawnmower full of gorilla glue and horseradish. It’s been something. Thanks to the mod team of @cscocktoberfest for understanding that I needed a beat.
ONTO THE GOOD NEWS! Look at this beautiful banner @wingedlioness made me ages ago! Stunning. Really. The picture’s not bad either.
Anyway, here comes some smut finally for the cock in cocktober, I did sketch a nude picture for this in the hospital, but I don’t know if I wanna look at it or not. The nurses thought it was… something.
Cleared out, the club seemed like a cave chamber or the belly of some metal beast. Low murmurs from the staff as they cleaned echoed off the walls in a low grumble. It helped keep them oblivious to Killian and Emma sitting at a table behind the wings of the stage, Emma’s face softly sympathetic as she poured tea for the obviously rattled man before her.
“Killian, I know this is a shock -”
“A shock?” Killian laughed darkly, an edge to his clipped tones. “Bloody fucking hell, Emma. This is a little more than a shock, having to sit there and pretend everything was just fine while finding out that you’re some…What even are you?”
“I’m a siren. As are you,” Emma said simply, sipping her tea daintily. “I don’t know how you didn’t know; did your parents not tell you?”
Killian felt rage boiling up from somewhere buried deep, pressed small and forgotten with purpose.
Summary: Was anyone else disappointed that we didn’t get a scene about the whole Charming quitting the Storybrooke Law Enforcement and Killian being hired? Well I did. And this little write up covers that.
When it became the nineteenth time Hook brought coffee and muffins into the sheriff’s office at 8:30 am on the dot, Charming knew he had to rethink his position as second deputy in charge of Storybrooke.
When the reformed pirate beat him to a crime scene for the second time in a week, David was already buying the horses and cows to fit into his barn that sat a hundred yards from his new country house.
But when LeRoy slipped up and muttered ‘Deputy Pirate’ under his breath at Granny’s, Charming thought now was the time to pass his honorary title to his son…well, son-in-law…
Author’s note: My posting day has arrived! Thanks to all the amazing people who put @cscocktoberfest together! This was a blast to write. I wanted to do something a little different, so I hope you enjoy it. The story is set in the Only For One Night verse, but I don’t think it’s necessary to have read that before reading this. I don’t want to spoil it too much, but think Season 4 finale. On with the show!
Summary: Princess Emma of Misthaven wakes up imprisoned in a tower, with no memory of how she got there. Her only hope is for her husband, Captain Killian Jones, to find her. But what if he’s not the man she knew?
The sound of wood scraping on stone roused her from her
doze. Emma blinked, the smell of the disgusting gruel assaulting her nose. She
fought back the gag that tried to claw its way up her throat; she didn’t have
any other choice. The gruel and stale bread were all she had. Regardless of how
awful it smelled, her stomach demanded nourishment. With a groan, she crawled
on her hands and knees over to the door. The chains that bound her wrists were
just long enough for her to reach the bowl. She gathered it to her chest then
backed away from the door as quickly as she could.
As she wolfed down her revolting meal, she wondered for the
hundredth time just where she was. How long she’d been there. How she’d gotten
there. She had no memories of being kidnapped or attacked in anyway. One day,
she’d simply woken up in this tower. It had one window; she could see the sea.
That sight was the only thing that comforted her. She’d tried everything she
could think of to free herself, or at least, she thought she had. She had no
magic, for some reason; she wondered if the cuffs that bound her, blocked her
powers. Half the time she swore her mind was playing tricks on her. Sometimes
she wondered if any of this was real. Days seemed to bleed together; time had
no meaning.
She missed her husband. She missed her son. Killian must be looking for her; he would never
give up. He would be out of his mind with worry. Unless the Dark One…no, she
couldn’t think like that. Killian was out there, searching. She would see him
again. She kept waiting for the Jolly
Roger to appear at her window, her pirate entering like an avenging angel.
Canon divergent
smut set somewhere in 3b. The details aren’t important. This was originally
written for an abandoned modern au fic but when @initialacalls for smut and
you’ve got some sitting around that’s never going to see the light of day
otherwise then by god you rip it out and turn it into something resembling a
one-shot. ~1800 words.
It’s meaningless, she tells herself even as she knows it’s useless. Just some meaningless sex. Nothing more.
She’s a little out of practice but for awhile there — before Henry, before
Storybrooke, before finding her parents and being the Saviour — one-night
stands were as far as she ever went. They’re easy. She knows what they feel like, how they kiss, how they
touch, what they want. And right now, that familiar rhythm, that simple pattern
of pleasure, is everything she needs.
Kissing
Hook is nice and all — don’t get her wrong, he’s fucking great at it. Good
pressure, not overly eager with the tongue, and his thumb tracing circles at
her hip like he’s keeping himself from sliding his hand up her shirt through
force of will alone.
But just
kissing isn’t enough right now, and she’s not looking for slow.
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