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enigma-im · 4 years

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Working for the Weekend Pt.2

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Orc x Female!Human Warning: Fluff, finishing courting, big cock, sex, penetration, fingering, orc on human

Word Count:3209

Part 1

Finishing the courting --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I manage to convince Matilda to work later on Saturday so I can have the night off. It didn’t take much to persuade her after I told her why. She is a real friend to help me get laid. I work a little earlier, it already after sundown now. I want the hours so Ritz doesn’t accuse me of being lazy.

I nervously wipe the bar counter for the hundredth time, even taking time to wipe the stools. My brain running a mile a minute at the excitement about to happen. Azhug didn’t tell me where he was going to take me or if I needed to bring anything. I guess I wouldn’t need to if he is taking me to have sex. Or as he calls it 'finish the courting'. Just thinking about it that way brings butterflies to my stomach. It's not just a quick lay but a commitment, what more could a girl want? Big strong strapping young orc claiming you for a night of pleasure that serves as a promise for nights to come, that’s a dream come true if I'm being honest.

The bell chimes above the door with a startling ring. With way too much eagerness I look over, nearly cracking my neck in the process. Azhug walks in with a confident stride; back straight, shoulders relax, and wide steps. Our eyes meet as the door closes behind him, the only thing coming to mind being 'Damn'. He cleans up nicely, looking more appetizing than when I first met him. I can't help but stare, not that he seems to mind in the slightest.

"Close your mouth darling, you're gonna catch flies," Matilda chuckles. Blushing with a giggle I glance down at the bar top a bit embarrassed. I nibble my cheek to stop the girlish grin wanting to break free. Fuck, I'm way too excited about this.

His footsteps become more attention-grabbing as he nears the bar, stopping right in front of me. Looking up with the stupid girlish smile I tried to fight I attempt to think of words. I gain no knowledge on how to speak when I see his grin, not cocky or smug but genuinely happy.

"hi," I greet with a squeak. Where did my brain go? Perhaps blood flowing elsewhere is to blame.

"Hello Emma," he says back. The low timbre of his voice sending chills down my spine. Man, I am a Cumbrian today. Not that his voice hasn't always held my interest but I wouldn't go as far as to say it made different parts of me more interested than others.

Without any more words, Azhug grips my waist and lifts me up and over his shoulder, resting his hand on my rear. He turns and walks confidently out the bar then into the night.

"See you tomorrow, Emma," Matilda laughs. I wave before we exit, the door closing behind in a finality sort of way. No turning back, not that I would if I could.

Azhug marches up the road, cutting off to a path leading into the woods. We pass hundreds of trees until I finally bothering asking where we are going.

"This way," he answers as he palms my rear.

"Well I gathered that much, but where does this way end," I rephrase. Instead of answering he instead pops me on the ass.

"Too many questions," he jokingly scolds. I chuckle and just enjoy the ride, admiring his toned back as I do.

We make it to a clearing towards the top of a hill, the area plateauing into a small open space. Once he gently takes me off his shoulder I get the full view.

"Oh wow," I gasp.

The clearing ends not with more tree but a stiff cut off to a beautiful view of the mountains. The sky is clear and decorated with a few stars, perhaps as the night continues it will be littered with the twinkly bits. The area is just barely illuminated by the moon cresting over the peaks, making the scene more captivating with it nearly full visage.

"Do you like it," Azhug timidly asks from behind. I can't bother with words yet so I merely nod. With the Emma seal of approval, he steps closer, wrapping his arms around my middle while resting his chin onto my head. The view somehow gains more beauty as I share it with him, holding his arms and leaning back into his chest.

"Great choice," I mumble," can't imagine a more beautiful sight."

He hums," I can think of a few." I wait for his answer but as he doesn't provide one I glance up at him. He stares down at me with such want it's almost suffocating. I find myself reaching up and cupping his face, bringing him down to press my lips against his. It's gentle, which anyone would find shocking coming from an orc. The tenderness of his touch as he tugs me closer to his chest is startling arousing. Never been a softy but I can't help but adore the romantic environment mixed with his gentle hold.

His touches become a bit more enthusiastic as I turn to his chest. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to feel more of him. His hands wander to the small of my back before he gropes at my rear. I sigh, breaking the kiss. He wastes no time trailing his lips down my cheek to my neck, licking the flesh before sucking to leave a mark.

"fuck," I arch my chest into his. My nipples harden under my shirt, scratching against the fabric with every inhale. His fingers knead my cheeks with an excited growl. Before I can think straight I find myself on my back in the grass. He towers over me, his face still buried to my neck. I sit in for the ride, carding my fingers through his hair before pulling a fistful back. He grunts as he rests his forehead to my shoulder, taking a moment before sitting up.

He sits upon his knees, watching me through lidded eyes. He trails them down my body, paying particularly long glances at my chest. Once he looks down at my hips he licks his lips. He splits my thighs so he can settle between them, holding my legs high on his waist. He yanks me closer, laughing as I yelp in surprise.

"eager aren't we," I chuckle. His large hands glide down my legs to palm my hips and thighs with unrestrained vigor.

"I have wanted you all week, pity my self-control because I have none now that you are in my arms," he huffs as he reaches up to begin unlacing my shirt. Fiddling with the thin laces with his large fingers. Losing patience he grabs the barely parted fabric and rips it down the middle. Mine now uncovered breast jiggle with the force.

"very eager," I mumble in wonder. He hums in agreement as he gingerly gropes. Squeezing and massaging the globes with affection. Bringing his mouth down he takes a nipple to his tongue, licking and sucking the harden peak with a groan that matches my own. My cunt throbs with need as he pulls my teat with his teeth. I pet along his head while he leaves hickies along my chest, marking me with pride.

His kisses trail down towards my navel, stopping at the hem of my pants. His chest rumbles with an excited hum, pressing a kiss to my crotch before he curls his fingers into the clothing. Slowly, as if unwrapping a present, he drags down my bottoms with a grin I have no excuse but to adore. Seeing him smile more today than I have since I meet him is comforting. Once my untrimmed cunt is in full view he waste no more time ripping my pants off, discarding the clothing without care.

"This belongs to me now," he grunts as he cups my crotch. I buck against his palm, not being able to resist the pressure he holds against me. My slick coats his fingertips as he slides his middle between my lips. Then dragging them up to the little nub, gently circling it as he watches me. I try to hold my hips down, not grinding them into him with abandon just yet. Just enjoy the moment before it reaches out of my control. I huff as he strokes me faster, enjoying my panting breath and sighs. He leans down to kiss me as he presses two fingers inside. I groan into the kiss, shoving my tongue into his mouth as he thrust in and out. Curling his fingers as he leaves before pushing back in, trying to press his palm to my clit as he does.

I fall back against the dirt, parting from his lips to breathe properly. "Fuck," I grunt as the heel of his hand grinds against me. I buck into his finger as I groan into the night. I feel his cock through his pants, slightly humping my thigh as he watches me. I moan and curse as his fingers work their magic. I cry out as the pleasure starts to crescendo. Wildly meeting each thrust with a shout. As soon as I reach my peak my body stiffens, stopping my flailing with a choked gasp. He helps me ride out my climax with a quick short thrust of his fingers, laughing when I let out a long 'fuck'. As I relax he removes his hand, bringing his fingers to his lips to lick clean.

"Better than your ale," he hums as he licks the juices off his palm. A tremor runs down my spine, making my stomach clench as I watch him. Nearly falling apart again as his licks himself clean.

"Too bad we don't sell this at the bar, imagine I'd be seeing you more often," I joke.

"I prefer my own private reserve," he growls with a sexy grin. I snort, chuckling as I give him a once over. My eyes trail down to his shirt, finally noticing his way too clothed body. That has to be remedied immediately.

"shirt," I reach up and tug on the bottom," off." He chuckles before grabbing the back of his shirt and pulling up. I bite my lip with delighted glee as his stomach is revealed. The slight pooch with the trail of hair guiding down into his laced pants. I continue to watch as his broad and powerful chest comes into view, his chest hair thick and wavy. I sit up and pet over his pec as he discards his shirt. I feel his heartbeat under his warm dark skin, beating strong against my palm. I lightly trail my nails down to his nipple, flicking the nub with my thumb as I pass. His hot breath brushes over my arm but he makes no other moves as I explore.

I sit up completely, pulling my legs back from around his. I run my fingers down to his happy trail, slowing my pace to a crawl when I near his pants. I look at the tent, stuck between wanting to tease and wanting to grab him now. I look up at his handsome face, smirking at his parted lips. Keeping our eyes locked I unlace his pants, grinning when he sighs with the slack. I reach in and curl my fingers around his shaft, licking my lips as I do.

I give him a soft squeeze," this is mine now," I throw his words back at him. We both grin like idiots but his turns lustful as I pull him out his pants. I drop my eyes to his impressive length, little intimidated by his width. I pull his foreskin back, getting a better look at his leaking tip. He is a big man, though he is smaller than other orcs in height his cock makes up for it in full. If I'm being honest, I'm not sure how well he is going to fit in me.

Noticing my trepidation he rest his finger below my chin, lifting till our eyes meet. "You alright," he asks with furrowed brows.

"y-yea, I'm good," I try to convince," just… you are very big." I rub my thumb over him, catching some of his pre on my finger. His stomach tenses.

"it will fit," he answers confidently. I look between his eyes, doing my best to put on a brave front.

"Are you sure," I ask as I glance down.

He lifts my head again," I will not hurt you." he holds my gaze, solidifying his confidence and truth. I smile sweetly up to him. I trust him.

"Then what are we waiting for," I grin. I lean down and kiss the tip of his cock," going to give me the ride of my life, I'm sure." he groans, his head falling to his shoulder. I don't bother with any more foreplay, falling onto my back and curling my feet to the hem of his pants. I push it down to his knees with my toes, watching him with a devilish stare.

"Bless is me," he mumbles. He falls to his hands and kicks off his pants before leaning in for a kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck as our lips meld together. He pets along my sides and down to my hips with one hand, keep himself balanced with the other. As his tongue licks along my front teeth he pulls my body closer to his. I feel his hot cock poke against the cleft of my thigh. I gasp as the sudden feeling, his tongue intruding more as I do. His hips adjust so he can settle himself between my lips. He nudges forward, grinding his cock into my folds.

"big boy indeed," I chuckle before delving my tongue into his mouth. Azhug thrust along me, his tip sliding smoothly over my clit. We buck into each other, almost lost in the experience. We gasp and groan between kisses, groping and petting along each other's bodies.

"Please," I whimper without thought, "please." he huffs as he rests his forehead to my shoulder, looking between our bodies. I watch with him as he grabs his cock and presses his tip to my entrance. The fear and anticipation battling inside me as he shoves forward. His tip alone feels like a tight fit, his huffing and groans agree with me. I breathe deep at the stuffing feeling, my hips rising to alleviate the sting. He presses on, inch by inch burying himself inside me.

"Fuck," he cries as he turns his head to kiss my neck. His tusks scratching under my jaw. He continues on slowly, nibbling, and licking me as he fills me to the brim. I try to remain relaxed, clawing at his shoulders and pulling his hair. He is a big boy. The stretching stings but I wouldn't say it hurts. A strange feeling almost comparable to my first time with a man. The strange stuffing mixed with the sharp aches of being stretched for the first time. His hard breaths and caring kisses hold back any pain, making the feeling almost desired.

With a large sigh, he bottoms out. His balls rest against my ass and his chest settles against mine. He waits with controlled breaths. I pet his back, relaxing as I listen to him. My tender breast brush against his chest, I feel his warm exhales tickle the hairs near my ear, my clit aches with need as I'm stretched over him. I buck against him when the need peaks for a moment. He chokes on a gasp. I undulate my hips, feeling the all too familiar pleasure.

I tilt my head towards his and lick along his ear," move for me." he doesn't need to be told twice. He pulls out before bucking back in sharply. I choke on a cry, closing my eyes as he thrusts into me. Finding his tempo I follow his with my own. I meet every clap of our hips with a grind of my own. Squeeze him as he leaves then crying as he enters.

He rests upon his hand and watches me, his other holding my hip. His eyes are lidded and his mouth opens with heavy breaths. His body jumps with each hard thrust of his cock. I get lost in his eyes but can't ignore the beautiful grind of him inside me. I cry out to him, whimpering and moaning. He smiles that alluring smile before he sweeps his hand from around my waist to where we meet. He slams into me harder, all too happy to watch my eyes clench up in pleasure. His finger finds and circles my clit, bringing everything to a new high.

"Az-Azhug, Fuck," I cry," please." he chuckles, continuing his strumming. I pull taut like a bowstring as I reach my peak. My head slaps back into the dirt as my back arches. My insides clench around him as I cry out. His smile falters as does his hips. He falls onto his forearm as his pleasured moans meet my own. I grip his arms firmly, my nails digging into his skin. I scream his name as he groans mine.

As I ride the waves I feel him stutter," Emma." he bucks in wild short bursts before stilling as I feel him release his hot load. The warmth feeling divine accompanied with his drawn-out grunts and groans. I come back to myself to watch him fall from his high. I pet up to his arms and to his back. He tilts sideways, pulling me with him. We fall to our side, him bringing me close with safe arms.

"Doing alright," I ask as I pet his chest. His eyes are closed and his lips parted. He is still trying to catch his breath. He bucks his hips once more before he pulls out. Our combined fluids dribble onto my thigh with a tickling sort of feeling.

"I need a moment," he answers. I chuckle before cuddling into his side. He wraps his arms around me more snugly, resting my head under his with a content hum.

We sit there in the dirt for a while, just holding each other and relishing in the post-sex glow. Soon we settle on our backs and look at the full sky. The time allowing the stars to come out to give us a beautiful view. He pets my shoulder with his thumb as I give a quick kiss to his chest. we both try to fight sleep.

I at some point I fall asleep in his arms during the night, not waking till sometime later when he lays me in a bed. I look around confused at the new environment. Seeing a wardrobe and a large chair in the room.

"Go back to sleep," I hear Azhug grumble from behind me. I turn in his hold and look up at his closed eyes.

"where are we," I mumble as I too shut my eyes.

"My place," he softly answers. I hum before falling asleep with him. Safe in my mate's arms to begin the rest of our lives together.

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itsanerdlife · 4 years

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Cruel Boy 20/33

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Lies. Betrayal. Just a lot of violence. Mentions of Domestic abuse. Parental abuse. Murder Suicide. Death. Guilt. Hate. Deception. Lots and lots of anger.

A/N: This is a bit darker theme, but Howie isn’t dark. Anger problems and bad choices but he’s not a bad person.

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First love. First heart break. Life time of hate. When the silver spoon feeding you love is taken away, you learn to lick it off the knives. Howie Stark broke you. Him and his brother ruined your life. Destroyed your dreams and crushed your soul. Your best friend is dead and your life is a mess. When you take a bartending job, it just happens to be owned by the Bastard Son’s MC. Just your fucking luck. Jokes, you haven’t had luck since Gwen died and Howie ripped out your barely beating heart. There is no way in hell you’re giving him a second chance. Hell will freeze over before you let him touch you again. Not a chance are you ever letting the Stark’s near you again. Hell might have just frozen over.

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He leans against his bike, waiting for Peter to park. They sat outside of the gym Brock owned, waiting for Peter to drop Y/N off at the club to get ready for work. If he was being honest, he didn’t really have a plan here. Just fuck shit up and get the answers he was looking for.

“Got a plan?” Peter grins, walking towards him.

“Nope.” He grins back. “How did our girl do?” He pushes off his bike. Bucky and Clint fall into step with the two of them.

“Surprisingly she gave MJ advice and smoked with her.” Peter chuckles, shaking his head.

“Well that’s a shock. Maybe MJ isn’t on her bad side after all.” He smirks, pulling open the door to the gym.

It’s close to closing time, not many people. Clint and Bucky set to clearing them out, quickly. It causes a mild commotion. Drawing out the one they were looking for.

“The fuck is this shit?!” Brock storms towards them. “The fuck do you think you -” His words cut off, as Howie’s knuckles slam into the side of his face. Clint catches his stumbling body, slamming him back. Brock hits the wall.

“We ask the questions, dick bag.” Peter smirks.

“Don’t even.” Buck growls behind them.

The click of metal, a gun cocking, follows. Howie glances back. Buck’s arm stretched out, pistol in hand. The guys around Clint’s size, jaw snapped shut. Brock’s friend, coming in for that cheap shot his girl warned them about.

“I won’t make a deal with your club.” Brock scoffs. The four of them snort at the same time.

“Nobody’s here to make a deal with you fuck stick.” Clint laughs.

“Your disgusting, habits came to our attention.” Peter grinds out.

“Habits?” Brock’s eyes flick between them.

“You think you’re a badass, slapping around a girl. You should see a real bad ass, wailing on a punk ass bitch like yourself.” Howie smirks. There’s slight instability behind it.

“You’re from the bar.” Brock swallows, watching them.

“No we’re so much more than that.” Peter chuckles.

“See we’re, him and I. We have a long, long history with Y/N. I’ve had claim on her since we were twelve.” Howie explains, nodding. “She’s apart of our family. You know who we are, right?” Brock’s eyes flick between them, settling on their kuttes.

“Yeah.” He bites out.

“You put your hands on what belongs to me. You marked up my girl.” Howie shakes his head, temper flaring white hot.

“That’s enough to kill you, here and now.” Peter pops a shoulder.

“Nobody would find your body.” Clint grins.

“She isn’t your girl. She was with me, by choice.” Brock clenches his jaw.

“You’re wrong.” Peter hisses, stepping in closer. “She’s always been his. You were just a distraction from coming home.” He slaps Brock hard on the cheek.

“Don’t let your small, steroid filled mind think otherwise.”

“Someone broke into my girl’s apartment.” Howie’s brow jumps. “Know anything about that?”

“Why the hell would I break into her apartment?” Brock scoffs, annoyed.

“We heard you threaten her outside the bar.” Buck jumps in, gun still pointed at the friend.

“I don’t even know where she lives. Besides that, fucking dog of hers would rip my ass apart.” Brock spits pissed off. “Yeah I hang out, outside the bar some nights, but I never see her leave.” He admits.

“You sure about that?” Howie lifts a brow.

“She left me. Fuck that bitch.” Brock sneers. Howie and Peter exchange a look, both nodding. It’s Peter who sucker punches Brock this time. Clint holds him up.

“You drive by our bar. Come near my girl. I’ll kill you on the spot.” Howie pops a shoulder.

“It’s in your best interest to forget her completely. Your life depends on it.” Clint chuckles, letting go.

Brock drops to the floor with a thump. A crack and another thump, Buck looks over when they look back. He shrugs, looking down at the guy on the floor. A split in his head, unconscious.

“Think we need to rethink this who broke into her apartment thing?” Peter wonders, wiping his split open knuckles on his jeans.

“Emma wasn’t home. Haven’t heard from her.” Howie nods, they push out of the gym.

“Is she starting to look more and more likely for this?” Clint looks between them.

“More and more.” Howie nods.

“I’ll take a drive past her place. Go get Cali Girl, bar opens in an hour.” Peter smirks. “Unless you want her to drive herself.” He chuckles.

“Hard to do.” Howie grins, pulling the car keys from his pocket. Holding them up for his brother to see.

“She’s going to beat the hell out of you.” Peter laughs.

“Bet she calls me an idiot.” He grins, starting his bike. Peter shakes his head, grinning.

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You’re pulling glasses out of the little dishwasher under the bar. Handing them over, Wanda places them on the shelf. Nat stops next to you a smug little smirk on her lips. You shove the dishwasher door closed, watching her.

“What?”

“Keep your shit collected.” She grins.

“Why?” You squint at her.

“Because Emma just walked in.” She shrugs, walking away.

You suck in a deep breath, trying to hold on to your temper. Finding the blonde, with bright blue eyes. She’s heading right for Howie, talking to a few guys from the club. She cuts into the conversation, batting her eyes and grinning up at Howie.

You had no idea what was being said between the two of them. Her hands slip up his chest, and homicidal rage tidal waves you instantly. Jealousy burned in your belly, bitterness spoiled your tongue, anger tensed your body. She tugs on his T-shirt, and your hands ball into fists.

Sure it was irrational. You and Howie weren’t together. So, you shared a kiss or two. You had history, that didn’t give you some claim on him. Did it?

Fuck yes it did.

“You have claim. He’s always been yours.” Peter spoke softly behind you.

You could feel the heat from his body, standing so close to your own. His head dipped to speak close to your ear. It was annoying how he always seemed to have a link into your thoughts.

“She’s never going to be you. Nobody ever is. The two of you are always going to belong to each other. It’s fated in the fucking stars, Cali Girl.” He whispers. “How you two seem to always find your way back to each other. You’re always going to be everything he wants.” You shiver, unable to stop it.

“Peter.” You swallow, your voice trembles.

“Come on, Pretty Girl.” He chuckles softly. Your breath comes faster. It was the one thing Howie called you before he managed to convince you to date him. “You really going to tell yourself over and over that you’re over him? We both know you’re not. You never will be. You know it, deep down. It’s right there.” Emma tugs on Howie’s T-shirt and your jaw snaps closed. She grins up at Howie, like she’s trying to distract him. Everything thrives with anger. “That’s right.” Peter chuckles. “Get angry. Get possessive. Remember who you are and what belongs to you.” He kisses the side of your head.

“Bucky.” You speak up. Authority in your voice. Buck looks over, lifting a brow, a smirk on his lips.

“Yeah?” He nods.

“Toss her.” Your eyes cut from Howie to Bucky. He glances back, nodding.

“No problem.” He grins, pushing off the bar.

“Welcome home, Pretty Girl. We’ve been waiting for you.” Peter chuckles, walking away.

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let-it-raines · 5 years

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For the lovely @xemmaloveskillianx who asked me if I would write something inspired by this little prompt above. It’s a little on the saucier side because, come on, look at that prompt. ❤️❤️❤️

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It has been a day.

Seriously. A. Day.

One of those where Emma wakes up on the wrong side of the bed, very literally, and then there’s no coffee in the house so she has no caffeine to help wake her up so that she won’t fall asleep driving to work. And, honestly, no coffee can be fine. She’s not dependent on it or anything, but when she doesn’t sleep well, she wants it.

This morning, Emma really, really wants coffee.

But there was no coffee, no pop-tarts either, and she knows that as a grown ass adult she should probably eat better, but she works her ass off – very literally sometimes – to be able to occasionally waste four-hundred calories on a sugary breakfast. She also works her ass off – more figuratively this time – to make sure that she can have working air-conditioning in her car, but that wasn’t happening for her today either.

It’s July. She needs air-conditioning in her car so that she can irrationally wear her jacket no matter the temperature.

So, it’s been a day that she thought would get better once she got to the station, but the moment she walked in the door David asked her if she could fix the computers as if she works in IT. Then when she couldn’t fix them, all David could do was complain. Instead of picking up the phone and calling someone who could actually help, he sat on his ass and waited for her to call. David is usually so great about taking care of things, usually much more on top of things than she is, but with Mary Margaret in her final month of pregnancy, he’s been a little frazzled. Emma can’t even imagine what it’ll be like when the baby gets here.

She doesn’t want to. That’s…terrifying.

To sum it up, today has freaking sucked, it’s now noon, and she still hasn’t had her coffee.

She needs coffee in an IV ala Lorelai Gilmore.

Rising from her desk chair, Emma moves across the bullpen to the break room, walking through the open archway and heading straight for the coffee machine. Her favorite mug is gone, of course, so she grabs one of those disposable paper ones only for the entire stack of them to fall to the ground and scatter across the tile floor.

“Oh, fuck me,” Emma mutters, bending down to start picking up the cups only to hear a familiar accent behind her.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

She drops the two cups she’d managed to pick up, the paper somehow louder when it hits the ground this time, and if Emma could disintegrate into the ground, she would.

Most definitely.

“That wasn’t an invitation, Killian,” she scoffs, bending down again to start picking up the cups once more only to see the flash of black skinny jeans that pretty much signals Killian’s presence in a room. He’s picking up the cups too, quickly stacking them, and while she shouldn’t be angry at his efficiency, she is. “Fuck off, Jones.”

“Darling,” he leers, holding his hand out to take the cups from her hand as he steps further into her space, his proximity and the way that his lips are curled into a devilish smirk making a shiver run down her spine, “that’s what I’m trying to do.”

Emma gulps, any and all words she had stuck in her throat staying there, and it’s ridiculous that he can flirt like this and make innuendos the way that he does. It’s ridiculous that he smells the way that he does. His cologne is her favorite thing in the entire world, but right now, she really, really hates it.

She also really wants to take him up on the offer to fuck some of her frustrations out.

But she can’t do that right now for quite a few reasons. Needing caffeine is the main one.

“Leave me alone,” she mumbles instead of all of the dirty thoughts in her head. She snatches a cup off of the top of the stack Killian is holding and sidesteps her way out of his space, which was once her very precious personal space, and moves to start the coffee maker so that she can get the caffeine that she needs.

“What’s wrong, Swan? Are you sure it’s nothing I can help you out with?”

“Nothing is wrong,” she lies, wondering why the hell her drink isn’t ready yet even though she knows that it’s been ten seconds.

“Liar.”

Killian hums, and she doesn’t even have the chance to protest him calling her a liar before the heat of Killian’s body is covering hers while he steps up behind her, one hand pressed against the countertop near her hip and the other cupping her chin to make her look at him. Damn him. Damn him and the way that he can express so much with the arch of an eyebrow or the curve of a corner of his lips. That’s not even fair.

Neither is the blue of his eyes.

Damn him, damn him, damn him.

Or fuck him.

That’s also sounding much more appealing than it was three minutes ago. Must be the caffeine deficiency.

“You know,” Killian whispers as his thumb runs across the dip in her chin in a way that has goosebumps rising on her arms, “I’ve always quite fancied you when you’re angry.”

“That says a lot more about you than it says about me.”

“True,” he chuckles, deep and low and in a way that has heat curling between her thighs. “Swan, would you happen to be on your lunch break?”

“I can be,” she says hesitantly, the beating of her heart quickening.

“Well, darling, I think I can get you coffee somewhere else then.”

-/-

They only have thirty minutes for lunch, something she bemoans on a daily basis, so when they stumble through the front door, there’s no time for talking. Killian kisses her slowly but with deliberate precision, very obviously trying to get her where she needs to go as quickly as he can without rushing her and making her feel used. It’s the gentleman in him. She knows this, and as much as she appreciates that, sometimes she doesn’t need the gentleman.

Heat builds between them even as Killian’s jacket drops to the floor in a heap of black leather. Emma moves to do the same with hers, but then Killian’s mumbling something about liking the red leather jacket and licking his tongue into her mouth in a warm slide that has her groaning into his mouth. Suddenly she’s forgotten about everything but the way that he feels when he’s kissing her and when he’s running his deft fingers through her hair, yanking the slightest bit to help control the kiss. It’s glorious, and for this moment, the unfortunate morning that she’s had disappears in favor of the taste of tea on Killian’s tongue and the way that his scruff pricks around the skin of her mouth. It’s too many sensations all at once and yet not enough.

Overwhelming but only in the best way even if Emma thinks she’s never felt as frustrated as she is right now, and sexual frustration is far different than the frustration of this morning.

Nope. She’s getting those thoughts out of her head and focusing on threading her own fingers into Killian’s hair and feeling the long, soft tufts of hair as her nose presses into his cheek, breathing him in as Killian’s lips close around her upper lip and pull.

“I love the way you sound when I tug on your upper lip. So delectable.”

“Shut up,” Emma huffs, both because she wants him to do that again and also because she doesn’t know any other words right now.

“So caring, love.”

“Shut up.”

“As you wish.”

And then the back of her knees are coming into contact with the arm of the couch and she’s toppling down onto it, her lips only leaving Killian’s for a split second. He makes sure of it with the way that he’s holding onto her, devouring her, and the heat of his body standing behind her in the station is nothing compared to what it is now. It’s consuming and overwhelming to the point that sweat is already beading at the nape of her neck while she arches her back and Killian’s hips roll into hers.

Fuck.

If she could feel like this for the rest of her life, she’d never have a bad day.

There are no other sounds but the beating of her heart and the sloppy sighs of their kissing, lips moving against lips and tongues tangling together. If she listens closely, she’s sure that the hum of the ceiling fan can be heard, but that’s the absolute last thing Emma cares about as Killian’s hands fumble with the zipper of her jeans and rough fingers brush against the aching flesh where she’s already ready for him.

“Have you been thinking about me then?” Killian sighs into her mouth, his tongue flicking over her bottom lip as his fingers flick against her clit in the way that makes her lose control of the bottom half of her body.

So. Damn. Good.

“No,” she lies, a smile on her face as her hands run down the curve of his arms and over the front of his shirt, twisting a bit of exposed dark chest hair around her fingers.

“Such a liar today, sweetheart.”

He smiles the words into her skin, but then he’s pulling back and yanking her jeans down her hips so that they settle at her knees. It’s not the most comfortable thing in the world, but Emma doesn’t care as her hands grip into the material of Killian’s button down while Killian unzips his own jeans just enough for his cock to spring free and press into her swollen flesh.

If she didn’t love food so much, this is how she’d spend every lunchbreak.

With hooded eyes, Emma watches as Killian moves her underwear to the side, only getting it out of the way enough for him to slowly slide himself inside of her, his warmth filling her and filling her and filling her all the while his teeth bit down at the small patch of collarbone that’s visible underneath her jacket.

Fucking each other with their clothes on during a lunchbreak. The height of professionalism.

At least they’re not at the station.

“I am desperate for you,” he huffs as his hips roll into her and her eyes roll into the back of her head at the deep movement. “Always.”

A moan escapes her lips, a sound that she knows drives him crazy, and he bites against her collarbone harder in response. There’s going to be a mark there tomorrow, and they both know it. The bastard.

The rocking starts as slow, the two of them reveling in how it feels to be together, but that doesn’t last long until Killian is insistently pressing into her, alternating between fast, short strokes that hit her bundle of nerves and slow, deep ones that touch the spot inside of her that makes her lungs stop functioning. It’s enough to drive her mad, to not let her body know exactly what to expect next, but then the rhythm becomes steady, familiar, loving, and every careful thrust is meant to drive her into her bliss.

He’s always so good at that.

It’s a bit overwhelming.

And yet she wouldn’t change a thing as flames flicker across her skin at the feeling of Killian moving inside of her, his fingers working against her bundle of nerves, and his lips slowly moving over hers as the two of them both work to catch their breaths while simultaneously making each other’s heart beat far too quickly for normal life.

She falls with a stuttered breath, the steadiness never returning, and from the guttural groan that Killian emits, she knows that her walls are fluttering around him in the way that makes him rut into her at a quicker pace that means he’s coming too as sweat drips off of his forehead onto hers and the hair around her neck becomes damp.

Fucking while still mostly dressed is either the best or worst idea of her life.

It could be both.

She’s going to need a shower.

That does not at all matter right now.

“You,” Killian sighs, still inside of her as he presses his body weight down on top of her, “are a siren.”

“Even with how shitty I looked today?”

Killian pulls back, his brows furrowed together, and she doesn’t think she’s ever seen him look this affronted. “You have never looked shitty.”

“Oh, come on,” Emma laughs as her fingers curl into his hair and brush the damp strands off of his forehead, “you’ve seen me in the mornings. You know how rough I can look.”

“Aye,” he agrees, propping himself up on his forearms so that she can breathe a little more easily. She loves the way the fringe of his hair falls over his forehead. “I know. But I also know that I love you even when your hair hasn’t been brushed in two days and there’s a questionable stain on your pajama shirt.”

“You bagged a prize, Jones.”

“First time in my life I’ve ever been so lucky.” He pulls out of her then with a slight hiss, and she doesn’t even want to imagine how messy this couch is going to be now. “Though, I do get lucky pretty often now if you know what I mean.”

Emma barks out a laugh at the way that Killian waggles his brows across his forehead, the smirk that was annoying her earlier making her smile now. It’s funny how things work like that.

“Go make me some coffee while I get cleaned up, okay? I don’t want David to know that we used our lunch break to have sex.”

“Darling,” Killian sighs pressing one more kiss to her cheek before he stands to pull his jeans back over the dip of his hips, “I think he knows that we have sex. We are married after all, not that not having the rings on our fingers ever stopped us before.”

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junk-yard-hearts · 6 years

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Poly Bowers Gang HC’s

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Belch (I prefer calling him Reg or Reggie to Belch tbh)-

· I see Reggie as more of the enforcer within their group dynamic.

· The other guys can get kind of carried away and he’s the first to tell them to leave you the hell alone if he thinks they’re making you uncomfortable

· After a thorough fucking he’s the one who’d gently kiss your temple and tell you how good you were

· He always lets you sit in the front seat and glares over his shoulder at the others when they whine about it. As far as he’s concerned, it’s HIS car and you deserve the front seat, dammit. (He actually just wants to watch the sun hit your face and keep you away from Patrick)

· The other guys give him hell because he’s so sweet on you but he just can’t help how much he adores you awe

· The others laugh because you would never call him Belch and he blushes every time you call him Reggie

· He’s the one you’d call after all your best friends stood you up for your girls-night-in sleepover plans. He’d hear your disappointed voice and the sniffles and sigh. He shows up at your house 20 minutes later with the fuckboy squad in toe.

· You ask if he’d do a face mask with you and he looks panicked as fuck

· But the second you hit him with those lovey eyes, he relents

· The other guys sit around and snicker as you apply cerulean goo to his face but he couldn’t care less because the smile on your lips is everything to him tbh.

· Henry tells him he’s such a girl, and Belch hits him with some “a real man would do anything to put a smile on his girl’s face” shit and Henry just slinks tf away

· He drives you to school every day, and sometimes when your parents aren’t home, he comes in and eats breakfast with you and helps you finish getting ready.

· He helps you pull your hair back and ties your shoes for you awawawe

· Always opens your car door for you

· You wear his t-shirts to school after spending the night with him and he gets all heart-eyed and thinks you look so cute.

· He sees you in your faded jeans, with a bow in your hair, and his ratty Judas Priest shirt on and his cheeks get all hot cause he just thinks you’re the cutest.

· For his birthday, you go to his house while he’s at work and you and his mom cook him his favorite dinner (chicken parmesan and fettucine), and you and the gang hang up a banner and surprise him.

· You didn’t have much money so you made him a cassette mix tape and take them to the bakery on main street for cupcakes, and you all serenade him right there on the sidewalk outside the shop.

· He tries SO HARD to keep up with your friend drama because he likes that you come to him to talk but fuck, you have so many friends. Who’s Trish?? Where tf did Emma come from? When the hell did Lisa come into the picture?

· Takes care of you on your period like his mom told him to.

Victor

· Vic is the one you go to about your friend drama and knows exactly what you’re talking about.

· “Oh my god who does Lisa think she is talking to Gemma about you like that? I’ll kick her ass idc.”

· Says goodbye with a firm slap on the ass

· Smiles at the tiny squeak you make every time he slaps the ass

· Always gives you candies out of the pockets of his vest

· He says he keeps them to put a smile on your face and you know he stole that shit

· Loves to rest his head in your lap and let you play with his hair

· He gets this blissed out, barely conscious look when you gently scrape your nails across his scalp

· Stares in slack-jawed appreciation when you wear those little skirts that sway when you walk

· When you’re having a bad day, he paints your nails

· He notices you getting nervous and scraping the polish off and just grabs your hand away and squeezes it.

· Smacks Patrick over the head for making lewd comments about your body in public

· “Dude, watch your fucking mouth, she’s a lady.”

· You have study hall together, and you sit with your Walkman cassette player in between you, listening to KISS and holding hands, and reading your English class assignments

· KISS is so not his cup of tea but he doesn’t mind them.

· He knows you love them so he sits put and listens anyway

· He learns all the words to all the songs on Smashes Thrashes and Hits from how often you listen to it.

· You two smoked weed together and the guys found you laying outside staring at the clouds together being sappy

· But he kicked their asses for making fun of it

· You bleach his hair for him because he tried to do it himself and got burns on his head

· You teach him how to put coconut oil through his hair to prevent burning, damage and uneven processing

· Henry and Patrick laugh and look on, telling him how soft it is to dye his hair.

· You turn around and tell them how harsh and dangerous bleach can be to the body and offer to put some on THEIR heads.

· They scurry tf away

· He loves to watch you masturbate, and loves when you wear lingerie for them.

· When you and your boyfriends crashed a party, they went off to torture some people but you and Vic were making out on the stairs while all the girls with crushes on him watched

· He lowkey loves showing you off at all times

· For Christmas you made him the coolest sneakers he ever saw

· You bought a pair of canvas kicks from the thrift store and spent hours painting them, and he fREAKED when he saw them

· He loves when you wear that peachy smelling lipgloss but he always ends up with shimmer all over his mouth and the guys laugh at him. Worth it tho.

Henry

· You tell him you got your nails done and he gets this “The fuck are you tellin’ me for?” look on his face.

· You frown. He realizes you just want him to act interested and suddenly he’s like AH YES, THE NAILS, THE FINGERNAILS YES THE NAILS ON THESE PARTICULAR FINGERS ARE LOOKING MIGHTY SPIFFY TODAY YES INDEED

· He notices you painted them his favorite color and has to physically restrain himself from squealing like a schoolgirl because he loves that you love him lmao

· Talks a major talk about what a ladykiller he is but the first time you take your clothes off and he sees your body in only soft lingerie he just stares in awe and appreciation

· He thinks you don’t know (but you definitely know) he stole one of your silky pink camisoles and keeps it stuffed under his mattress.

· He actually wasn’t being pervy, he holds it to him when he sleeps and breathes in that precious smell of delicate perfume and something distinctly you and it blisses him out no matter how stressed he is.

· Always puts his arm around you in public or holds your hand

· When its cold and you didn’t wear a jacket to school, he scolds you because he’s concerned for your health and comfort, and puts his jacket around your shoulders.

· Will beat someone up just for looking at you wrong

· Always is the guy who says he needs to “Defend your honor”

· Its endearing but can be a bit much.

· Always hitting Patrick for disrespecting you

· Always being hit by Reggie for disrespecting you :^)

· Is 90000% outraged when you confess an insecurity

· “What on god’s green earth would you hate your tits for?! Have you fuckin seen them? Your body ‘so fine I’m havin to chase off every man in this damn town, cause they all want my girl.”

· I think he’d be that boyfriend who if you wore a low cut shirt in public would walk around with his hand covering your cleavage cause that shits his eyes only thank you very much.

· “Only yours?” you’d tease. “Damn straight.” he’d reply. “But what about Belch? N Pat n Vic?” you’d say, laughing. “OK, now listen here.”

· Is totally fine sharing you but constantly refers to you as HIS girl.

· Likes you to know who’s in charge.

· One time you sucked his fingers clean after he fingered you and he is still recovering tbqh

· Also one time you called him daddy in public and he came in his fccuccking pants.

· You didn’t know what to get him for his birthday so you just had him over to spend the night and wore pretty underthings and had a night just the two of you.

· You cut his hair. You’re always begging him to let you cut the fucking mullet off but he just won’t hear of it. He thinks he looks badass.

· His hair is really soft tho and you put the mullet into a tiny braid and giggled endlessly.

· He just quirked his eyebrow up at you and asked If he looked sexy.

· Lives for validation

· Tries to offer you aftercare but lowkey useless at it

Patrick

Patricks are the dirtiest

· Rarely allowed to be alone with you

· Loves to say creepy shit just to watch you squirm

· By far the most dominant and thinks aftercare is stupid lmao

· He likes that you somewhat want to impress him

· JEALOUS as hell of how much Henry adores you

· And really, how much they all adore you

· One time he got the sense that you might actually be real

· Which freaks him out, and he can’t shake the feeling

· He compensates for this by going out of his way to make you uncomfortable

· Says creepy shit in public

· Puts his hand up your skirt at the lunch table

· More or less only touches you because he’s allowed to

· He likes your hands a lot, he likes holding them, he likes when you touch him with them because they’re so gentle and soft

· Comes and visits you at night because he just likes to be near you

· At first it was unsettling but now you’re used to it and know he won’t try anything

· As scared as everyone already is of the whole gang,

· They’ll never fuck with you because Patrick is too damn scary

· You had a one-on-one night once

· The next day, the gang came over to hang out and you had welts on your chest from where Patrick dripped candle wax on you, bloodied bite marks on your collarbones and were limping

· Belch punched him in the fucking face

· He knows you probably liked it but the idea of Patrick getting too carried away without anyone there to stop him worries him

· (I honestly think he’s just always looking for reason to punch Patrick lmao. If asked why, he’d shake his head and say “that boy ain’t right” mister fuckin hank hill)

· He likes to brush your hair which is weird to the other guys but you seem ok with it, so…

· The first time you met his mother she was visibly shocked that someone actually wanted to spend time around him yikes lmao

· You wear one of his rings on a necklace because it slides off your fingers

· Gets the roughest with you during sex and the guys are always wary of the fact that you actually seem to enjoy it.

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swanqueeneverafter · 5 years

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What Dreams May Come, Pt.4

A New Realm. Valencia. (Annoyed, Madelena enters the dining room of the castle.) Queen Madelena: “Richard, could we please just eat separately? I don't know if I can stomach another display of... (Noticing the roaring fire and much smaller table:) What's going on?” King Richard: (Standing at the table:) “Sit down.” Queen Madelena: (Walking to the table:) “Richard, what kind of lame attempt is...” King Richard: “I said ‘sit,’ woman. (Madelena complies:) That's better. (As Richard moves to pick up the wine pitcher, the Chef and Gareth covertly watch from the doorway:) Wine?” Queen Madelena: “Oh, I'm not sure if I...” (Richard pours the wine carelessly into her goblet.) King Richard: “I'll be drinking an ale... From the bottle. (Richard proceeds to do so, much to the delight of Gareth and the Chef. Meanwhile, Richard belches:) Yeah, I burped. Do you whiff it?” Refugee Camp. (Ella steps out of her tent, having changed out of the dress she wore to the ball. An old man approaches her.) Jeremiah: “Your boots, milady.” Ella: (Taking them graciously:) “Thank you, Jeremiah, but there’s no need for formality, we’re all fighting side by side for the same cause now.” Jeremiah: (Indicating the boots:) “I hope they serve you well.” Ella: (Smiles:) “Better to fight in than glass. Thank you, again.” (As the cobbler leaves, Henry appears behind her.) Henry: “So, you’ve got shoes and an army. (Ella turns to face him:) When do we go up against the Queen?” Ella: (Surprised to see him:) “Henry.” Henry: “You look surprised to see me. Didn't you want me to find you? (Holds up one of Ella’s glass slippers:) And you said you don't believe in signs.”

At The Castle. (Richard and Madelena are eating together in front of the fireplace.) King Richard: “I love watching you eat. I'm rather finicky myself, but you... You... you don't think about it. You just... eat.” Queen Madelena: “I had a pet goat growing up... Jenny.” King Richard: “Aww.” Queen Madelena: “When I was 8, my parents ran out of food, so they made me go outside and kill her.” King Richard: “Hmm?” Queen Madelena: “I had to skin Jenny, cook Jenny, and eat Jenny. After that, I guess I just tried not to think too much about what I was eating anymore. And, well... I made damn well sure I wouldn't be in a position where I'd have to eat my favorite pet again.” (Chuckles.) King Richard: “I never had a single meal with my parents. Too busy ruling. No, I had an old servant, name of Pearl. She served me every meal. She made it fun, made a game of it. Only person who ever loved me, old pearly. This is fun, right?! You and I talking, listening, sharing, learning about one another.” Queen Madelena: “Yeah. I guess.” King Richard: ♪ You're frigid and demanding, I shudder at your call ♪ Queen Madelena: ♪ Whenever you come near me, my flesh begins to crawl ♪ King Richard/Queen Madelena: (Both stand:) ♪ But sometimes there are moments ♪ ♪ I'm not repelled at all ♪ ♪ Maybe you're not the worst thing ever ♪ Refugee Camp. (Henry and Ella walk together.) Ella: ♪ The moment I first met you, I couldn’t find a thing to like ♪ Henry: ♪ So then you knocked me over, and stole my motorbike ♪ Henry/Ella: ♪ Now suddenly when I look at you, a new idea will strike ♪ ♪ Maybe you're not the worst thing ever ♪ Ella: ♪ And though you're so annoying ♪ Henry: ♪ As I’ve come to realise ♪ At The Castle. King Richard: ♪ I know there's something scary ♪ ♪ Behind your cold, dead eyes ♪ Queen Madelena: ♪ And though I'll never like you ♪ All: ♪ It's quite the nice surprise ♪ ♪ That maybe I shouldn't quite say ‘never’ ♪ ♪ Maybe you're not ♪ ♪ The worst thing ever ♪ King Richard: (As they take their seats again:) “There was a moment tonight. It was a fleeting moment, but I saw it. You realized you could grow to love me.” Queen Madelena: “Oh, would you please stop putting me in this position? Don't make me always have to be the bad guy.” King Richard: “Well, I, for one, am willing to put in the work in this relationship. You'll see. I'm going to wear you down. You're going to grow to love me just like Pearl did.” Queen Madelena: (Sighs, then stands:) “You're unlovable, Richard. Pearl only loved you because your parents paid her to. (Turns and walks away:) I told you not to make me the bad guy.” Refugee Camp. (Walking back to Ella’s tent.) Ella: “Henry, I-“ Henry: “I know, I’ll work on being less annoying.” Ella: “No, it’s… I’m not who you think I am. I was born a princess. My mother left when I was very little and so it was just my father and I. We ruled the kingdom of Valencia together and I never wanted for anything. I loved my father more than anyone and Madelena took him from me. Don’t you understand? I’m not looking for love or a prince. Only revenge.” Henry: “No, you tried that already and couldn’t go through with it.” Ella: “That’s only because you got into my head. Next time, I won’t let that happen.” Henry: “What are you saying?” Ella: “Next time I meet Madelena, nothing and no one is going to stop me from avenging my father.” (Ella turns and enters her tent, leaving Henry standing alone, a dejected look upon his face.)

The Enchanted Forest. Past. Leopold's Castle. (The royal family and many guests are gathered to celebrate Leopold's birthday.) Man: “Happy birthday, your Majesty!” King Leopold: “No gifts are required to mark this special day, for they all pale in comparison to the greatest gift of all—my daughter, Snow.” Snow White: (Sighs:) “Father. (She joins him on the dais:) Father. You make me blush.” King Leopold: “Every day I look upon your face, and I am reminded of your dearly departed mother... who, like you... truly was... the fairest in all the land.” (A dejected Regina leaves the party, and walks into the garden toward her apple tree. As she stares up at the tree, Emma steps out from behind a pillar.) Emma: “So… Leopold was a bit of an ass.” Regina: (Smiles, then turns to face her:) “You saw that?” Emma: “Oh I saw it all right. Why bother looking for a wife when he clearly was having an emotional affair with his own daughter?” Regina: (Chuckles:) “It was pretty sickening at times.” Emma: “Yeah, I can imagine. Well, I mean obviously now I don’t have to. (Looking around:) Where are we?” Regina: “The Dark Palace… before it became known as that.” Emma: “No, I get that, I meant how did we get here? Was that door we stepped through a portal back in time or are we hallucinating or-“ Regina: “I think we’re dreaming.” Emma: “Really? (Reaches up and plucks an apple from the tree:) But everything feels so… real. (Takes a bite of the apple:) And tastes real.” Regina: (Thinking:) “Henry did say that it was better than any video game he’d ever played.” Emma: “But this is wild. We’re like, totally sharing a dream right now.” Regina: (Nods:) “Or a nightmare. At this time in my life, I was at my lowest ebb. Daniel… my mother… trapped in a loveless marriage… I felt lifeless, hopeless.” Emma: “Well, maybe that’s why we’re here. Together we can change this memory into something better.” Regina: (Smiles:) “You are the only person who could possibly have made this place bearable back then, but the memories I have…” Emma: “Okay, then let’s go someplace else. (Glances at the tree:) How about to a time where you came alive again?” (As if reading her wife’s mind, Regina smiles and turns to look back at her tree to see Emma, just as she was on that fateful day a few short years ago.) Storybrooke. Past. Under The Apple Tree. (Emma is cutting off a branch with a chainsaw, while Regina rushes up to her, outraged.) Regina: “What the hell are you doing!?” Emma: “Picking apples.” (She drops the chainsaw.) Regina: “You're out of you mind!” Emma: “No, you are if you think a shoddy frame job's enough to scare me off. You're gonna have to do better than that. If you come after me one more time, I'm coming back for the rest of this tree. Because, sister, you have no idea what I am capable of. (Watching the fire ignite behind Regina’s eyes:) And that’s the moment, right there.”

Regina: (Coming back to herself in the present:) “You’re right. After twenty eight years of waiting, I had finally found myself a worthy adversary.” Emma: (Laughs:) “Yeah, who you totally wanted in every sense of the word.” Regina: (Shaking her head:) “This again?” Emma: “Mmhmm.” Regina: “You’re crazy, at this point, I just wanted you out of my town.” Emma: (Moving closer:) “No, at this exact moment, you just wanted me out of my clothes.” Regina: (Closing the gap between them:) “You think so?” Emma: “Oh, I know so.” Regina: “Well, maybe you’re right.” Emma: “Ah ha!” Regina: (Continuing:) “Maybe we are here to make a new memory.” Emma: (Smiling:) “Ready when you are, Madam Mayor.” (Unable to stop themselves any longer, the two women are about to rip each other’s clothes off when Xanax arrives to step in between them, shattering the moment and causing Regina and Emma to wake up instantly.) Xanax: “I did warn you about no kissing.” Emma: “What the hell was that?” Xanax: “‘That’, was shared dreaming.” Regina: (As she and Emma get to their feet:) “How is that possible?” Xanax: “I have managed to find a way of bridging the gap between our world and the dream world. The possibilities for adventure are now endless!” Emma: “This is... amazing. No wonder Henry’s addicted to it.” Regina: “H-how much do you charge per session?” Xanax: “Ah, well. That’s the thing. I shouldn’t really be telling you this, but then I don’t think any of us want me having to step in between your dreams again so-“ Regina: “Just spit it out!” Xanax: “After one taste of the potion, those who share true love will be able to share dreamscapes whenever they desire.” Emma: “Dreamscapes?” Xanax: “That’s where you both were just now. Sharing a dreamscape.” Regina: “And this is what Henry does when he comes here?” Xanax: “Well, Henry comes here alone, so things are a bit different. The potion determines your heart’s truest desire and creates a dreamscape to suit the dreamer. Henry first came to me seeking adventure and so I assume that’s where his dreamscape takes him.” Emma: “So because Regina and I share true love, we won’t need to come here again for the potion?” Xanax: (Nods:) “Those who share true love will find each other. Always.” Emma: (Beams at Regina:) “Well that certainly sounds familiar.” Regina: (Smiles despite herself:) “What do we owe you for today?” Xanax: (Putting his hands up:) “For you ladies, it’s on the house. But, er, if you could just keep letting your son come here and maybe tell your friends and family about me, we’ll call it even.”

Henry's Dreamscape. Valencia. (King Richard bursts into Gareth's bedchamber, crying.) King Richard: "I need a hug! (Richard wraps his arms around Gareth and continues sobbing into his shoulder. Reluctantly, Gareth eventually returns the hug:) Oh, that's better. (Gasps:) It's a little tight. (Tapping Gareth on the back frantically:) It's a little too tight, Gareth. Seriously." (Gareth loosens his grip and Richard breathes a sigh of relief before resuming his sobs.) The Enchanted Forest. (The Swan-Mills family are walking back from Xanax's laboratory. Henry walks backwards with his arms outstretched.) Henry: "So what did you guys think, pretty great huh?" Regina: (Beaming:) "It was wonderful, Henry." Emma: "Yeah, great job, kid." Henry: "And it'll totally make sure you sleep through the night, Mom. Once you're under, you won't wake for anything." Regina & Emma: "What?!" Henry: "Oh, no, it's totally fine. As long as you set an alarm and bring it with you, you can wake up whenever you want. What I'm saying is, if you want to stay asleep in the dream, you will. Xanax once tripped over and landed on me when I was dreaming and I never even felt it." Emma: "Well in that case, I guess as long as we set the house alarm too, there shouldn't be a problem." Regina: "Oh, you worry too much. I have a feeling this is going to be so much fun! Thank you, Henry, this was a lovely idea." Henry: (Smiles:) "You're welcome, Mom." Emma: (Confused for a moment:) "I mean, yeah it's great that it works but I don't get why you're so excited- Oh, I get it now. You're happy because it works and we never have to go back there again." Regina: "For your information, I'm happy because for the first time in I don't know how long, (Takes Emma's hand in hers as they walk:) I'm going to be able to get a full night's sleep while sharing a dreamscape with my wife." Emma: (Suspiciously:) "And..." Regina: "And... as soon as we get home I'm burning these clothes, just in case." Emma: "There it is." Regina: "Very clever, Sheriff, now let's pick up the pace shall we?" (Emma and Henry share a smile as Regina continues to brush imaginary bugs from her clothing.) Meanwhile, In Valencia... Queen Madelena: "Oh, for God's sake, Jester! Stop standing there being coy and get back to what you're good at." Jester: "Knock, knock." Queen Madelena: "Not that." Jester: (As Madelena crooks her finger, beckoning him to her:) "Whoo-hoo-hoo!" Queen Madelena: (Laughs as the Jester jumps onto the bed:) "Oh, Jester!"

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A Little Softness on the Side

Anon Message: I'm going to very unashamedly (thanks anon feature) ask for a prompt of Emma and Killian in bed...with extra softness on the side. And with softness as the main entree😉

Nonnie, I am absolutely obsessed with the way you worded this ask! It made me chuckle! So here’s your prompt with a main entree of softness and some extra softness on the side. Plus an extra helping of playful teasing for the long wait since I’ve been the worst at answering prompts lately 😘

Also, Tumblr is being dumb and wouldn’t let me do a “read more” off your original ask, so I’ve had to change it to a text post! You gotta do what you gotta do! Hopefully they’ll fix that soon for me to answer prompts!

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Soft lips brush against his chest, small intimate kisses moving over his skin and over his heart as his breath hitches before returning to normal, a steady beat to match how steady he feels with Emma laying on top of him, her breasts pressing into his stomach while his arms rest on her back, porcelain skin underneath his fingertips. He hums in contentment, the sound passing through his lips without his permission, and Emma presses a final kiss to his chest before slowly inching her body up his until her cheek rests on his shoulder, the crown of her head and all of her golden hair sitting just below his chin as her hands tuck themselves under his elbows against the mattress.

This is perfect, and he’s never quite believed in perfection.

She makes him believe in a lot of things he never did before.

“G’morning,” he whispers, his eyes still closed in the darkness of his room.

“Morning,” Emma mumbles back, nuzzling herself a little further into him. He can feel every inch of her skin against him, feel the warmth of her body, but it doesn’t keep him from pulling the blanket further up their bodies until it’s resting at Emma’s waist. He doesn’t want her to get chilled. “You’re sleeping late.”

“I had this bloody maddening woman keep me up late last night.”

“Yeah? What’d you guys do?”

“Well, darling,” he sighs, opening one eye to look down to see if she’s looking at him. She’s not. Her face is pretty much completely pressed into his chest, every word she says vibrating against his skin, and it makes his lips tick up to the sides. “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“That’s a dumb policy.”

“Oh I don’t know,” he chuckles, closing his eyes once more and resting his head against the pillow as his nails trace her name into the skin at her back, unable to think of any other word. “I think it’s rather romantic to keep intimate moments between myself and my lady.”

“Are you from the eighteenth century?”

“I’m from the eighties.”

“I don’t think that’s the same.”

He clicks his tongue, but he doesn’t say anything, tapping his fingers against her back while she shifts a bit, her core pressing down on the muscles of his thigh. How is she so bloody tempting all of the time? Well, their bare bodies pressed together probably isn’t the best example of a time where she wouldn’t be tempting, not when they’re this intimate. Still. He wants to be with her when she’s got toothpaste dripping down her chin and falling to mark her shirt while her hair hasn’t been washed in three days.

How is she always spilling toothpaste?

“You’re turning thirty this year,” Emma continues, her lips now pressing into the dip of his collarbone, which never fails to cover his entire body is gooseflesh and make his blood start pumping a little bit more.

“I’m aware. I was there when I was born.”

“Cheeky.”

“That’s what the doctor said when he saw my ass.”

“Oh wow,” she snickers as her lips press against the underside of his jaw. She seems to be unable to decide on a spot to kiss today. He’s perfectly fine with that. “You are really something else this morning.”

“Love, I am really something every morning.”

“Maybe. I don’t think I have proof enough yet.”

“Yeah?” He wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her so that he can flip them over, having Emma land on her back and him on his stomach against her, propping himself up on his knees to keep from crushing her under his weight, not that he thinks she’d really mind. His mouth finds her jaw, pressing one long slow kiss against her skin before doing it again while his hands find hers, their fingers interlocking as he holds them above her head against the headboard. “I find that when people live together, they often see what it’s like to spend mornings together.”

“I’ve never heard of this,” Emma teases, her words breathless as he keeps working at her jaw and at her ear, knowing that it makes Emma elicit noises that are simply indecent and cause every inch of his skin to be alight with the beginning pinpricks of pleasure. Emma’s hips arch up into his when he swipes his tongue at the shell of her ear, and his vision nearly goes black. “Tell me more.”

He hums into her skin, letting the scent of the vanilla of her shampoo from last night invade his senses as he keeps working at her ear and rolling their hips together to build up friction and pleasure and a damn near unquenchable heat. “When two people love each other and have been together for awhile like we have – ”

“A year and a half.”

“Give or take a small breakup at the beginning.”

“Shut up,” she laughs as she twists her head to the side and presses her lips into the corner of his until he turns enough that their mouths are sliding together, hungrily exploring each other as teeth nip and tongues swipe, too much never being enough. He needs air as they continue to move against each other, heat simmering below the surface of his skin and above as sweat forms at his temples, but he doesn’t want to disconnect from Emma, doesn’t want to feel far from her when he has the possibility of her being in his arms.

“I love your breasts,” he mumbles against her skin when he does leave her mouth to trail his lips down her skin, landing just above the curve of her breasts.

“I’ve gathered that.”

“Have you?” He swipes his tongue over the bud on her breast while Emma gasps. He can’t help but smirk against her skin at the sound. “I don’t think I’ve ever given you the inclination to know that I’m found of his particular part of your body.”

“You have, but I’d be okay for you to tell me again.”

He looks up at her, at the full pink lips and disheveled hair, and winks. “I’m more of a show than tell kind of guy.”

“That’s funny since you can never seem to shut up.”

He growls, trying contain himself and the arousal running through him, most of his thoughts are focused on one particular part of his anatomy, but right now he’s focused on teasing Emma, on building her higher and higher until she’s begging for him to give her the release she’s going to crave. One of his hands trails down her arm, from shoulder to wrist, until he takes his time to tease the nipple he’s not gliding his lips over. It drives Emma crazy, always has, and he takes pleasure in the moans that pass through her lips and somehow travel down to the base of his spine.

Like magic.

Her hand grips into his hair, pressing him further against her breast, and he teases her until she’s writing underneath him, her hips bucking up into his body and driving him wild as well. But he’s determined to take his time, to show her just how much he loves every single inch of her. Because he does. Has for a long time now.

Will for a long time in the future.

Hopefully forever.

He releases her with a plop, chuckling at her whine of protest and rubbing his scruff into her breast to make her laugh a bit, before moving down her stomach and kissing along her hip bone while his hand spreads across her stomach to keep her still. She curses him out, her mouth always particularly dirty when she’s frustrated, but he does nothing but continue to brush his lips across her skin, biting down on her inner thigh when he reaches it, intent on sucking a mark into her skin this morning in retaliation to the one he has marking his hipbone.

What’s fair is fair after all.

Emma arches up into him at the same time that she inhales, all of the air being sucked out of the room, and her smirks against her skin before returning to his work, continuing to hold down her stomach with his left hand while his right teases her breast, palming at it while Emma’s grip gets tighter in his hair and in the sheets. He looks up at her when she yanks particularly hard, but instead of releasing her, he bites down on her skin.

“Fuck, that’s not – that’s not fair.”

He hums in protest, though he’s not sure that she really understands that, and as she continues to try to buck her hips up, curses falling from her lips, he inches closer to her center and licks at her bundle of nerves, silencing her words for a moment.

“Look who needs incentive to shut up now,” he growls, wondering how in the world all of her skin can be as soft and as smooth as velvet.

“Fuck you.”

“I’m getting there, darling,” he promises, before diving back in and running his tongue against her center, knowing just want to do to drive her mad but following the directions of her body anyways. Her legs wrap around his back, that smooth skin pressing into him, and she pushes him further into her, encouraging him to speed up his efforts as he laps at her arousal. He’ll never get over the noises she makes, the quiet whimpers and load moans, and if he ever tires of eliciting those sounds from her, he’ll have lost his mind.

He kind of feels like he’s losing his mind right now.

But in the best way possible.

God, he loves her more than anything in the world.

“Killian, please,” she begs as he buries his nose into her core at the same time that he delves a finger into her folds, making Emma arch her back so high that his hand can’t keep her pressed into the mattress anymore. He looks up at her then, at her tightly closed eyes and parted pink lips, before he gets back to his task and works on timing his tongue with his thrusts, holding back his own pleasure and desire while he gives Emma hers. “Just like that. Oh God.”

He hums, the vibrations running through her, before he continues on just as he was, feeling her tense underneath his touch before she falls apart with his name on her lips as she presses herself further into the mattress, hopefully as sated as she can possibly be. Her grip on his back loosens, her legs shaking the slightest bit, and he takes the opportunity to move up her body, kissing her heated skin until he’s at the corner of her lips with his chest pressing into hers and his hardness pressing into her softness, the two of them matching up like they have since the day they met at that damn baseball game.

He doesn’t even like baseball. He likes the shorts Emma wears to them, the material barely covering her ass, but that’s always been the high point. He’s definitely more of a football fan and not the American version.

Emma hates football though. She really does. She hates how he’ll oftentimes wake up at the oddest times to watch and chat with his brother and some of his mates back home, but whenever he does, after her griping and complaining a bit, she’ll walk toward him and settle down on the couch, leaning her head against his shoulder while his arm drapes over hers. He loves those mornings weirdly enough. He loves how he and Emma can spend time together simply by being.

That’s one of the greatest things about having a partner like her. They don’t always have to talk, don’t always have to be going out to nice dinners and shows. They can simply exist together and be happy because the other one is.

That’s…everything he’s always wanted.

“You’re really something else when you fall apart,” he whispers against her lips before peppering kisses across her face, finishing at her still closed eyelids. “It’s the most beautiful sight.”

“That’s because I always look good.”

He huffs against her cheek at the same time that her rolls his hips into hers to get some kind of friction and release. She bloody drives him into madness sometimes, and he needs something.

“You are rather beautiful, my love.”

“You’re sweet.”

“I try.”

Emma giggles beneath him before reaching her hands to push him back until he gets the message and falls to his back on the mattress, the sheets all bunched and comforter half off the bed. He watches with hooded eyes as Emma quickly makes her way down his body with her lips, her fingers curling into the hair on his chest until one hand is wrapped around the base of his length while her lips wrap around the tip.

“Bloody fucking hell.”

Emma laughs against him, which really shouldn’t be possible, but it drives him all the more into madness as she keeps working at him. He knows it’s payback for teasing her earlier, but he could live forever if he was rewarded with this kind of payback every day.

There are worse things in the world.

She knows just what to do to drive him higher, just how to move her tongue and her lips in her hands, and he feels seconds from the edge when she pulls back, the warmth of her mouth gone.

“What the hell, love?”

Emma simply shrugs, the smallest of smiles on her faces before she leans forward and brushes her lips over his softly, reverently, all the while her ass brushes up against him. She’s quiet when she guides him into her, her walls hugging him while he’s recovered with that warmth, and the only sound he can hear for a few seconds is the sound of his own heart beating.

But then Emma starts moving, her hips rolling, and his hands find those hips to hold onto while the sounds of the room return, the ceiling fan running, the bed squeaking, skin hitting against skin, and Emma talking as her breasts move up and down with each movement.

“I’ll move in with you.”

“W-what?” he gasps, his mind still a little muddled with the feeling of her wrapped around him.

“I’ll move in with you, Killian.” She punctuates each word with a slow roll of her hips all the while she pushes her hair down her back so that it’s not falling in her face. He can see her smile, the one that makes her eyes crinkle, and his heart nearly bursts at the sound of the words that she’s saying, at the meaning behind them. “I want to move in with you.”

“C’mere, darling,” he laughs, sitting up so that he can cup her face, pulling her lips to his so that they’re connected in every way possible. He wants the kiss to be deeper, to show her everything he’s feeling right now, but he can’t stop smiling. “I love you.”

“I love you too, roomie.”

He barks out a laugh, one that he can’t contain before falling back to the mattress as Emma continues to move above him. Neither of them can stop laughing, the two of them teasing each other all while their breaths gets a little less frequent, and he falls over the edge at the same time that Emma asks if she can bring her pillows to his bed because his are too firm.

Just…he loves her. Plain and simple. No question about it.

Emma reaches her edge a minute after him, and after they bask in the afterglow, sweat coating both of their skins despite the cool temperature outside, they get dressed and drive to Emma’s apartment to grab the pillows off of her mattress.

And her entire closet.

Most of it was already at his place anyways.

#cs prompts #cs fic #cs ff #cs smut #captain swan fic

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