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.
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.
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.
And here’s my first submission for @cscocktoberfest ! This was inspired by @kday426 ‘s add-on to a question I got about Dark Hook, and she graciously gave me permission to elaborate on it. This isn’t a fic, but it is on my list to do in full fic format. So just think of this as… a sneak peek. ;p Massive thanks to @initiala for putting on this amazing event!
She knew he was dangerous.
Every occupant of the Enchanted Forest knew he wasn’t to be trifled with. His cruelty was as swift as the fall of the guillotine, and mercy was never shown. Stories of what he’d done to men who tried to break their deals or came after him, coveting the dark magic that governed his life, were legendary. They were told as campfire tales to frighten children and caution any man who thought they were smart enough to outwit a centuries old demon.
She didn’t want to make a deal, though, and she didn’t care that he was the most dangerous man to ever walk the realms. She just wanted him.
After all, what could possibly go wrong with spending one passionate night in the arms of the Dark One?
* note* First I have to apologize because my manip this week does not feature captain swan. It’s sadly just Killian Jones because I’ve been having issues with my ipad which is where I do all of my photoshopping and have all of my projects saved so I wasn’t able to finish what I wanted to. But today is my post date and I didn’t want to miss it and this is something that was mostly finished so hopefully the lovely ladies of @cscocktoberfest will accept my humble contribution.
It had been a gag gift from ruby when she moved in to her apartment with some quip about how if she kept refusing to date these would be the only men in her life, but Emma was fine with that. Every month featured a handsome kilted man who could never cheat on her, abandon her, or let her down in any way. And every month she dutifully changed the calendar to see who her fantasy man of the month would be. That is until October…
Mr. October, where to begin? Let’s just say Mr. October 2016 was still hanging up in her apartment in October 2018. And had featured in all of her late night fantasies for the last two years. He really was quite the specimen and there was something about the intense look in those blue eyes…. and October being her birthday month, she likes to think he was just for her. But when she finds herself staring into those familiar blue eyes after literally crashing into Mr. October, star of her late night fantasies, in the stairwell to her apartment, she is more than thrown. Completely flushed and caught off guard, Emma’s first instinct is to be defensive. Their first meeting does not go well, but unfortunately ( or fortunately) she’ll have many more chances. What happens when Emma’s fantasy man moves in next door? And what will happen when she realizes that he’s so much more than a pretty face?
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.
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.
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.
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