Emma woke up flat on her stomach, face becoming one with her
pillow and her fiancé’s arm slung around her waist. Not an uncommon occurrence
(though the fiancé part still brought a flush of happiness to her cheeks with
its newness), but one that made her lips curl into a particular grin this
morning.
Last night they had dragged themselves to bed, unsteady on
their feet with exhaustion. It was as a tiring few weeks (months? years?) and
the quiet moments they both craved were few and far between. The final thought
that had flit into her mind just before she passed out was that the following
day was just theirs. No family engagements, no urgent evil to attend to. More than
that she had explicitly said no one should contact them unless it was an
absolute emergency.
This is my second contribution to @cscocktoberfest. This story was written back in March after @hollyethecurious encouraged my musings. In honor of Cocktoberfest, I am re-posting it, along with some new (NSFW) art. The art is below the cut, but here’s a little teaser and excerpt to give you an idea of the theme.
Thanks to @wingedlioness for helping me refine the picset
“I need you to make me come so hard that I forget about the mess that is my life for tonight. Last time you did that, you used your mouth in so many amazing ways. I get wet just thinking about how it felt to have you fuck me with your tongue.” A growl rumbled from deep within Kilian’s chest and his eyes darkened to a midnight hue. “I’m not taking any chances with my ability to protect the ones I love, so you’d better not put those lips on me tonight. You need to find other ways to make me come. Understand?”
Oral Fixation
Rating: E
Words: ~2300
Summary: Emma can’t stop thinking about Killian’s mouth, but what happens when she tries to act on those urges while his lips are cursed?
A/N: Hello everyone!! First off, I want to thank @initiala for creating and organizing the amazing event that is @cscocktoberfest – it’s been wonderful seeing all of the incredible (and naughty) fics that have been posted so far, and I can’t wait to see what else is in store over the rest of the month. I also want to apologize for being slightly tardy – this fic should have posted yesterday, but I wasn’t quite able to finish editing it in time. I’m also a bit nervous about it, as it’s the first time I’ve written full-on, descriptive smut – I’m usually more of a “fade to black and leave it to the readers’ imagination” kind of writer. So this was a new adventure for me!! It’s unbeta’d, so I hope there aren’t too many mistakes that escaped my sleepy brain last night or this morning, but apologies in advance for any typos you may find. Hope you all enjoy!!
Rating: M (for oral, pretty much right off the bat)
Word Count: 5,293
Emma Swan was no stranger to sex.
Though she’d never really made an exhaustive list of her past encounters, she realized now that she’d actually had rather a lot of it up to this point in her life.
Not that that was anything she was ashamed of – she was single, she was healthy, and she was just a few months shy of thirty two. Up until three years ago, when she’d caved to her brother and sister-in-law’s often repeated hints about wanting to see her more often and moved to the sleepy coastal Maine town she currently called home, she’d spent slightly more than a decade in Boston – in college, then the police academy, then as a proud member of the BPD.
When she hadn’t been upholding the law in Boston, she’d enjoyed letting off steam just as much as the next young, single, attractive (if she did say so herself) woman. Her dating history was sprinkled with a handful of what she’d call “serious” relationships, but considering that she’d held a job that was incredibly demanding – both physically and emotionally – she didn’t think it was surprising that she’d pretty much perfected her one night stand technique.
Summary: My take on what happens the night Henry is at Avery’s in “New York City Serenade.”
Notes: My first time writing smut! Thanks to my beta @shireness-says, who has been an amazing cheerleader and who helped me beat this fic into shape. Thanks also to @cocktoberfest for giving me the opportunity to a) write smut b) post anonymously. Hope you’ll enjoy!
The tumblers of rum landed with a faint click on the coffee table as Emma set them down, wondering whether she should get coasters (though when she had become a person who not only owned coasters, but used them, she had no idea. A curse indeed).
Hook was finishing up in the bathroom after she had invited him to stay for the night. He’d have to leave before Henry’s return the next morning, but the least she could do was offer him a place to wash off the grime from the jail she had sent him to and a warm bed for the night. Or, well, a warm couch, she amended in her mind.
The door of the bathroom opened, letting out a waft of warm scented air. Emma turned around, expecting to see the pirate in the sweatpants and henley she had lent him. She froze, however, when she caught sight of Hook; while she had prepared herself for the sight of him in modern clothes, this was… something else. While he was wearing the sweatpants, he had put his pirate shirt back on; with his vest always on, she had never noticed in Neverland how sheer it actually was, and how deeply the neckline cut.
Well, she was certainly noticing it now. And she was also noticing how strangely adorable he looked, with his bare feet and leather garments clutched in his arms. Without all his leather, she could see how slender he was. Gone was Captain Hook, and in his place stood Killian Jones, shuffling awkwardly in his jammies.
Tearing her eyes from his chest with difficulty, Emma looked up at the man’s face, only to see him already watching her, an eyebrow raised and his mouth curved into a slight smirk. Ah, no, there was Hook.
Content notes: Explicit, Anal play, Toys, Public play
Killian felt his backpocket vibrate, and finished drying the plate in hand before fishing out his phone. Emma sent him a picture? She’d only just left.
It was of their closet… specifically their toy box, open, in their closet, with a notable item missing.
He grinned as his pants grew tight, and he put the phone down to adjust himself. He didn’t bother to respond, knowing that the clever little “read” notification would drive her crazy until he finally acted. He opened the Find Emma application, and watched her blip move across town, whistling as he continued putting away the dishes.
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?
Continuous praise to @initiala & @idristardis for their amazing job at making me not look like an idiot 😀
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 in @captainswanbigbang. They are all amazing and you won’t regret it, I assure you.
Chapter Three – Yesterday
July – 2015
Killian breathes in deep, allowing the smell of the salty
air to fill his nostrils, and keeps his eyes on the waves. Though the sun is
high in the sky, the breeze from the bay makes it chilly enough that wearing a
hoodie wouldn’t turn heads, but luckily, he doesn’t have to worry about that.
With his arms folded across his chest, he watches across the
way a ship that bears his father’s company logo as it drifts toward the dock.
It’s one of the reasons Brennan purchased the house, it has a great view of his
new shipping dock despite being five miles away from the actual town, but then
again, that’s what was perfect about it.
“We can stay out here, unbothered, until we figure out a
way to fix what has happened to you.”
Wonderful chapter!! I LOVE the fact that Liam is gay and I’m so on board JewelHunter as well, and yas the first meeting!! I kept imagining Killian wearing that ski mask and making the same face Deckhand!Hook made when he bumped with Emma, I loved your nod to that.
And ugh Brennan, I hate him more with every chapter, which I don’t foresee changing much in future chapters, he’s a piece of work.
A collection of smutty one-shots started for @cscocktoberfest about Princess Emma and Captain Killian ‘Hook’ Jones.
So, I started this two years ago with a friend who is no longer in the fandom and it was going to be just a smutty Part 1 and Part 2 thing, but then plot snuck its way in somehow and here we are. Btw, I totes blame @initiala for that because she just had to go encourage a story line while she was being a BETA and just… it’s all her fault really. Just like this event… ALL. HER. FAULT. ;-p
Though
the night air is brisk, Princess Emma finds herself sweating underneath her
cloak. It’s the sweat of excitement and the sweat of fear all mixed together,
because while this isn’t her first time sneaking out of the palace, she’s
always worried it will be the time she gets caught. Slipping past the iron
gate, she hears Sleepy’s light snores before she even rounds the corner and
though the dog her uncle Graham insisted be there to keep watch, as well, is
awake, she has a treat at the ready to keep him from barking. He lifts his head
as she approaches, his white fur almost appearing to glow in the fire light
while his nostrils twitch. He’s gentle as he takes the treat from her hand and
with a pat on the head, Emma walks off into the night.
Here is my contribution to @cscocktoberfest, which I was really excited to write. Then this happened:
Self: I’m just going to write a little one-shot. It’ll be great.
Universe:
Self: Just a little smutty snapshot.
Universe: Ha. Hahaha.
Self: Maybe seven, eight thousand words.
Universe: Hohohohahahaha
Self: It won’t be angsty, either, just fluffy smut
Universe: Bwahahahahahahahaha
Self: Stop laughing, universe, I can do it!
Universe: *wipes tears from eyes*
Self: Look, I’m doing it!
Universe: …
Self: *writes*
Self: *writes more*
Self: *writes more still*
Self: *realises she has 3,000 words and they haven’t even banged yet*
Self: *thinks about all that still remains to be written*
Self: Oh.
Universe: You sweet summer child.
So yeah. This went from a 7,000 word one-shot to what will (I hope) be concluded in two parts. Of ~10,000 words each. Dammit, universe.
Anyway, here it is!
Summary: Emma Swan lives alone and likes it that way. Still, she has needs. Needs that since she moved to the small town of Storybrooke have decidedly not been met. Then one snowy afternoon Killian Jones appears at her door, and Emma realises that he can give her everything she needs… and more.
Rating: E for sex and language and sex. Did I mention there’s sex?
When Emma moved in to the old blue house on the beach, the locals warned her that there was more to the place than met the eye. It was a big, creaky pile of a house, with the original weathered clapboard and the original oak floorboards and what Emma had been informed was the original cat.
“That house is almost 200 years old,” she’d protested to the adamant fishermen in the local diner. “It cannot possibly be the same cat.”
“Always been a cat in that house,” said one, and seeing Emma’s expression hastened to add, “Always been a black cat with a white tip on the tail. You can’t tell me that marking’s so common that it ain’t the same cat.”
“But how—” Emma had begun, then seeing their stubborn faces decided just to concede. Let them think what they liked. It hardly mattered to her.
The house suited her, though it was far too big for one person. It was proud and lonesome, much like herself, standing just at the tip of the cape, far enough from the village to afford the solitude she craved but not so far that she couldn’t get takeout from the diner and have it still be warm when she got home.
“That house likes you,” declared Granny of the eponymous Granny’s Diner. “Good thing too, it ain’t kind to those it don’t like.”
His nights had always been restless. Too many demons haunting him, too many memories waiting to fill his sleep with nightmares of his time at the factories. But now there was a new type of torture. Each night, he’d lie in bed with his mind plagued of memories of her.
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