From one anon: Captain Swan + Emma being Kinky and some orgasm denial. heheheheh.
From another anon: Kinky Prompt: CS + hogtied (lots of rope!) + gagged + sexually teased and tormented
Little more of the teased/tormented, but with just like … regular amounts of rope, I guess.
@bleebug and I are calling this pornovember (all credit to her for the name) so here is her VERY NSFWsketch(boobs and penis ahoy, it’s explicit, you’ve been warned.)
It’s just one weekend. At Christmas. In New York. With everyone there. With Killian there. It’s fine. Emma doesn’t mind – he’s always there and she wants him to be there and it’ll be good. Great, even. Festive. She’s looking forward to it.
Honestly.
She just hopes she doesn’t do something stupid. Like shout feelings in his face. That probably wouldn’t be very festive.
Rating: Mature. There’s makeouts. And lotsa kissin’. LOTSA KISSIN’ Word Count: Almost 10K. Again. What is control? AN: We’re finally going to talk! And David’s going to play big brother and Mary Margaret owns stationary and Ruth Nolan knows everything and there’s kissing. They kiss. It’s also my anniversary, so this all kind of times up real well. Enjoy @peggyyswan!!! Also on Ao3, FF.net and tag’ed up on Tumblr
Merry Christmas, Swan.
She reads the text at some indeterminate time in the morning because she never really fell asleep and Patrick and Samantha have very good, presumably very expensive wine that she finds in one of the cabinets in a kitchen that isn’t hers.
Patrick and Samantha have an absurd amount of cabinet space.
Emma briefly considers texting Killian that, but it’s probably close to six in the morning and the Merry Christmas text came somewhere around two in the morning and she’s absolutely spent the last four hours considering what that means.
It means he’s not sleeping either, some slightly more mature, human part of her brain is quick to point out, but the rest of her refuses to acknowledge it and it’s a weird war or thoughts and feelings and emotions that result in an empty bottle of very expensive wine and Emma downing a handful of Tylenol before sprinting out the door because she’s, somehow, late.
Emma’s
eyes opened and she looked around her darkened bedroom curiously. She wasn’t
quite sure what had woken her, but her heart was racing as though danger were
close by.
She had almost convinced herself
that she must have been woken by her dream when she heard a loud thump from her
living room.
Fucking thieves trying their luck
on Christmas Eve! Emma fumed
internally. The joke was on them: there were no presents sitting under a tree
as easy pickings for them. There wasn’t even a tree. They had chosen to break
into Scrooge’s house and they were going to be sorely disappointed.
But that didn’t mean she was going
to let them off easily.
She reached in her drawer and
pulled out her nail scissors then crept cautiously down the hall. She spotted
the shadowy figure crouched on the floor at once and moved closer hardly daring
to breathe lest the intruder heard her. She grabbed them by the hair and pulled
their head back, wrapping her arm around their neck in a chokehold and pressing
her scissors against their cheek.
“Bloody hell!” came the startled
cry from the intruder who she now realised could be none other than her best
friend. “Killian?” she asked, releasing him
at once. “What the hell are you doing?” she yelled as she hastily moved to
switch on the light.
Being the new kid in town is hard. Living in a house that is haunted by a long-dead princess is even harder. Killian Jones just wants to take life one step at a time, even if those steps are followed by someone only he can see.
Entire story officially uploaded onto AO3; my sincere apologies for the glitches. If you haven’t read the entire thing and only got the tiny section, please check it out here or here (on Tumblr).
Everyone has dreams. You might dream of becoming an astronaut or teacher, or you might want to become a doctor and save as many lives you can. Emma Swan’s childhood dream was being a singer. But with life getting in the way and never finding the courage to overcome her fears, she never had a chance to follow it. That is until a little push from her friends lead her to cash on an opportunity; and, who knows, she might even get more than what she’d wished for.
Small gift for Fran who is a sweetheart and deserves some love. And so does her fic which is amazing, by the way, and everyone should give it a chance!
Killian and Emma are colleagues, friends and they’re madly in love with each other. If only they could work out that their feelings are totally requited. But then, if they still haven’t figured out that they work together as superheroes in their spare time, there’s probably no hope for them. Probably.
@bleebug and I decided to do some prompts together (”kinktober”). Here’s her illustration of this prompt. (VERY NSFW, it’s a drawing of them having s e x)
Summary: Emma doesn’t remember who she was before she was found in the woods, but she knows that she has a few close friends, a good job, and a loyal cat that greets her every day when she gets home from work. What she doesn’t know, however, is that her past is about to catch up to her in the strangest of ways. She learns quickly that not everything is as it seems, not even her cat.
Rating: E
Content warnings: smutty smut, brief mentions of the loss of a hand
Chapter specific content warnings: some battle-ish stuff at the start, some more happy smut, and hopefully a satisfying ending.
A/N: Just… all my love. I can’t believe it’s over, and this is the last time you’ll be seeing an update for this story. Out of this world, man. All my love to the team of people that helped me through this, and of course to @clockadile for her lovely artwork. And my eternal love to all of you that read, and left comments, and liked and reblogged, and sent me messages. You guys are rockstars. Thank you! x
Surrounded on all sides by the presence of Dark
Ones.
It’s not exactly how Emma would’ve
imagined a homecoming, but it’s what she’s getting. Regina is standing steady
beside her, holding her arm, but otherwise there’s a fire in her eyes that Emma
can’t remember ever seeing in their time as friends.
“You okay?”
“Never better,” the other woman grits out, and
there’s an edge that she’s never heard before. Emma raises an eyebrow at
her, and the look Regina gives her back is telling more than anything. “Might’ve
shaken something loose,” she adds.
When Emma was growing up, stories about her
mother’s step-mother were very few and far between. Snow always told the story
of how Regina saved her from a runaway horse accident, and how Snow would later
betray her on accident by sharing a secret she was never supposed to tell. Emma
knew the lore that Snow was framed for Regina’s disappearance when it was
thought that Regina killed Snow’s father, and even had to go through high trial
for it, but no one could prove anything so the issue was buried and Snow was
crowned queen.
Every story about Regina included her fierce
tenacity and the strength in her voice, and Emma is seeing all of that right
next to her. Her suspicions are further confirmed when the barest hint of a spark
emits from Regina’s fingertips. Unlike her own magic, Regina’s is red,
reflecting her fiery personality. It’s all extremely fitting to the woman she
got to know in Storybrooke.
They both do a visual check of their
surroundings. Killian, back to poor Cat, is still trying to pull his leg free
from the pile of his clothes. Robin is still mostly unconscious, but he at
least winces and curls into a ball, which isn’t the worst sign of life she’s
ever seen. They need to wait for the perfect opportunity to strike, but being
outnumbered is really putting a damper on any possible plan.
All things considered, Emma figures there are
worse ways to die. They’re not going down without a fight, and maybe Killian
can run away fast enough. Of course, judging by the way he limps his way over
to stand by her feet when he’s finally free, maybe that’s not a possibility.
She looks down at him, wishing she could remind him how much she loves him one
more time, but turns to face the man that got lost in the power of dark magic,
and all the entities that came before him.
Wow, what a bittersweet day, to be posting the last chapter of this fic. Thanks to everyone who read along – your tags and comments were so gratifying!
Summary: Emma has just moved in with Mary Margaret and started working as a deputy in the Storybrooke sheriff’s department when she meets Killian Jones, the town’s introverted harbormaster. When a prominent Storybrooke resident is found murdered, Emma tries to juggle solving the case with new friendships, parenthood, and romance. A Season 1 Cursed!Killian AU.
Rating: Explicit per CSBB guidelines (violence, sex); more of an M on unfolded73’s scale. The sex, when we get there, is not extremely graphic in nature. Same with the violence.
Content Warning: This fic contains two major character deaths, one canon and one not. (You’re already past them.) Sexual content in this chapter!
Total word count: ~ 75,000
Acknowledgements: Thank you to @j-philly-b for betaing this monstrosity. Thank you to @caprelloidea for all of the read-throughs and cheerleading; not sure I could have written it without your excitement early on. Thank you to @teruel-a-witch for the original prompt on tumblr which sparked this fic. Thank you to @pompeiiablaze for the wonderful art which accompanies Chapters 3, 9, and 16. Thanks to the CSBB mods ( @sambethe in particular, who had to look at my check-ins) for your support and for enduring my neuroses.
Emma moved the last of the stack of file folders from her desk to the banker’s box, putting the lid on top.
“That’s it?”
“That’s it,” she said, hefting the box into her arms to carry it to storage. “The Gold murder case, closed due to lack of evidence.”
David snorted. “Lack of evidence?”
“Well, it was either that or write down that he was killed with a magical dagger which turned to dust when a big evil cloud was confined to Pandora’s box. I know this town isn’t on the map, but just in case somehow the state of Maine ever discovers we exist, I’d rather not have that in writing. Or the fact that the killer wasn’t in his right mind due to a magical curse.”
“Fair enough.”
Emma carried the box into a storage room and put on as high a shelf as she could reach, standing on her tip-toes. “Goodbye, Dark One,” she murmured, turning off the lights and closing the door.
Emma Nolan moves back home to Tampa and goes back to work for her parents, the owners of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers. Helping star quarterback Killian Jones lead the Buccaneers to a Super Bowl title proves to be a challenge, especially as their relationship grows on and off the field.
Rating: Explicit
Other Pairings: Red Beauty, Snowing
Story Content Warnings: Eventual Smut, Football typical violence, an alligator attack, hand loss.
It All Starts With a Dance 
