Emma wanders into the path of a weird curse or eats something she shouldn’t or picks up an artefact she wasn’t supposed to touch (Regina did warn her!) and suddenly every time she settles in to, ahem, ring the devil’s doorbell… he answers.
So I wrote the thing and am sharing it now for @cscocktoberfest – I hope I’ve done you proud Svenja. This is more banter and innuendo with a sprinkle of smut, but I hope you all like it. (And I’ve got another Cocktoberfest fic to come next Wednesday!)
Thanks @initiala for organising this event, which gave me the nerve to actually post this. Cheers for reading this over for me @mahstatins and danke schön @distant-rose and @welllpthisishappening for chanting “post it!” at me 😉
Emma Swan was having a day. Or maybe a week.
Possibly even a lifetime. It was one thing to discover after 28 years that she
wasn’t actually an orphan but a bona fide witch from outstanding magical
pedigree, it was quite another to find herself expected to do something about
it and take flipping magic lessons. Especially when her teacher was her sassy
step grandmother who expected nothing less than total dedication at all times.
Only today she had found her mind and her hands wandering resulting in such a sharp
reprimand that she was almost glad that her entire family had been separated
from her by a curse for her entire formative years.
(And, OK, maybe it was better not to
touch strange magical artifacts that she had no knowledge or understanding of,
but surely Regina didn’t have anything actually dangerous in that vault
of hers.. Right?)
Still though, the incident had left her feeling
frustrated and full of pent-up nervous energy that she desperately needed to
relieve. And what better way than with a little TLC?
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.
Click me, I’m the AO3 link!
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!
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.
Here be a smutty bit of canon divergence, set in season 4. Unbeta’d so we’ll see if I remember how this whole thing works. Title taken from a Dusty Springfield song.
When they had finally broken apart, their hearts were
thundering in their ears. The desperation of their kiss had been so
all-consuming Emma Swan was surprised neither of them had caught fire. A
cursory glance at Killian Jones told her he hadn’t given up that particular
goal. Of course his baseline was intense smoulder, so she expected nothing
less.
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