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Together

For CS Halloweek 2021. Fulfilling the prompts: Monsters/red (under a spell | mystery | “I’m not going anywhere” | bloodcurdling) (though the only mention of monsters is that there finally are none lol)

Summary: Inspired by gifs of that scene in 6x01, a fic in which they actually get to finish what they barely started on the couch. Angsty and soft smut.

Rated: E; Words: 3174; read it on AO3

A/N: Shoutout and thank you again to the organizers of @cshalloweek for holding the event again.

Also huge shoutout and thank you to the wonderful @kmomof4 for betaing this when I finished it last-minute, and for fixing my run-ons. ❤️

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He liked her red leather jacket.

Once an emblem of the walls she’d constructed in order to protect herself from the heartbreak she’d believed to be inevitable, her jacket had since become a symbol of the progress they’d made to overcome the walls together. They were simply another part of her, and he was grateful she trusted him enough to let him inside them. And the red provided a nice pop of color against his own black leather as well.

He liked her sweater, too.

A woven pattern with stripes of white above solid black, a light in the dark as she was for him. It was soft against his calloused palm as his hand slipped under her jacket, unzipped and open for him, and he supported the small of her back as she canted her hips and cradled him between her legs over the arm of the couch.

Softer still was her skin.

His fingers toyed with the hem of her sweater and slowly inched beneath it. Her laughter was contagious, a bubbling giggle as he slid his hand up her belly and brushed gentle strokes over her navel with his thumb, and he couldn’t help but press his smile to hers as if he could catch her contentment with a kiss.

“Killian,” she grinned, his name a playful plea on her tongue as it met his lips and teased inside. Gods, he always loved the way she said it.

He even liked her undergarments.

Modern and decorative, as delicate as he wanted to treat her though he knew she was anything but that. He lifted her sweater until the hem rested above her chest and guided her upright just enough so he could undo the clasps at her back as she’d shown him how to do. Letting her relax against the cushions once more, he tucked the tip of his hook beneath the tiny bit of ribbon at the front and raised it to reveal her breasts to him.

He liked those, too. Very much.

“So beautiful, Emma,” he praised. Surrounding one nipple with his lips, he gently sucked at her supple flesh, coaxing it to a stiff peak as his teeth scraped and pulled at the bud. His hand tended to the other until at last his mouth parted with a wet pop and they swapped sides. Tiny gasps filled the space around them as he slowly unraveled her without even touching where she needed him most. He began to rut against her, the contact between their clothed bodies doing little to sooth the eager ache behind the layers of denim and cotton.

Those, too. He liked her jeans.

He liked the way they hugged her ass so perfectly and left little to the imagination, skin tight over her legs as she taunted him every time she walked past him with a subtle but deliberate sway in her step. But he liked peeling them off of her even more.

As he continued to sate his hunger for her with his mouth at her breasts, Killian deftly flicked open the button of her jeans and tugged down the zipper until he could shimmy them down over her hips. He ran the curve of his hook along her panties but wanted to feel her wet warmth himself. Tugging the material aside with the tip of his metal appendage, he slid his hand along her skin and pressed a finger between her folds, rubbing her clit with his palm as he prodded her entrance and hummed with burning desire as she soaked his fingers and welcomed them into her slick heat.

Killian swallowed her gasp as his mouth returned to hers, muttering praises into their kiss as he fucked her with his hand. Emma cupped his face and held him close, her thumb brushing along his cheek as she gently scratched at the hair behind his ear, and it was all he could do not to melt into her touch. He broke away from her lips only to kiss her palm in a wordless thank you before turning back to them again. Curling his fingers in the way he knew she liked, he drank in her contented sighs and whimpered pleas and wished he’d already lowered his own trousers too, as his cock almost painfully strained against them.

“Forgive me, love,” he said with an apologetic tone but a promising look in his eyes as he slipped his fingers from her despite her encouragements to keep them there. “I need to feel you, Emma.” He covered her body in kisses as he removed her jeans the rest of the way and unfastened his own, shoving them down his legs and letting them pool around his ankles as he took his cock in hand, hard and more than ready, and coated himself in her arousal. With one steady push, he sank into her core with a satisfied groan, finding some relief as he buried himself inside her again and again, falling into a steady rhythm though his legs threatened to buckle beneath him at the overwhelming feel of her already clenching around his length.

“Fuck, Killian,” Emma moaned. He couldn’t help but smile as she reached for his necklace as it dangled above her, looking for something, anything, to hold as he thrust with purpose.

“Finally, we have the chance again,” Killian smirked, lacing his fingers between hers as he clasped the hand not holding his necklace and raised it above their heads, pressing it into the cushion of the couch. “You’ve been wanting another moment as long as I have, I can tell by just how wet you are for me. You make it so easy for me to fill you like this, because you want to be filled, don’t you?” His question was rhetorical, but she nodded anyway. “But you’re so fucking tight,” he gritted. “Relax for me, darling, I’ve got you. No monsters today, just a pirate who can’t get enough of his Savior, just relax.”

He slowed his thrusts against the urgent nagging of his own desperation and kissed her lips, her cheek, her jaw. His teeth scraped along the shell of her ear, nipping at her earlobe before dragging down the column of her neck. Catching the neckline of her sweater between them, he pulled it aside and latched onto the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. Emma tilted her head toward him with a gasp and a giggle and attempted to pull away, but he stilled her with the flat of his hook at her hip, caressing up her side before brushing her cheek and holding her still as he caught a bead of sweat at the hollow of her throat with his tongue and licked a devious stripe up to her chin. Even still, she remained tense, and he was determined to fix that.

“If you keep squeezing me like this, Emma, I’m not going to last much longer.” Killian tucked his arm under her thigh and lifted it, spreading her legs further apart to give himself better access. Even moving at his current pace was too much, agonizingly slow now and yet perhaps that only heightened the sensation of each languid slide with her fitted so snugly around him.

“S’okay,” Emma mumbled quickly as she chased his lips, clearly not wanting him to break their kiss again. “I want you. Before another curse hits. Before another threat to us. I want you.”

“You have me, Emma,” he promised. “I’m not going anywhere ever again.” After Emma’s pleading confession, Killian let some of his own desperation show. He ran the curve of his hook down and up her torso as his hips snapped faster, outlining her breast with the side of the metal pressed flat against her skin until he turned it and teased her nipple with fleeting flicks from the tip, drawing small, pleased gasps from her. “The only curses now are the ones I want to hear fall from your lips as I prove it to you, my darling.”

It didn’t take long for her to do just that, stutter streams of curses and pleas and yeses and Killians. He held her leg against the back of the couch, peppering kisses along the inner side as he plunged deeper still.

“What do you need, love?” he asked, a tender urgency in his tone. “How can I help you come?”

“Just—” she hesitated.

“Tell me, Emma.” He met her gaze with a soft plea in his. “Please.”

“I don’t—I don’t know if I can right now,” she answered quietly. “I’m overthinking, I guess. Just—just hold me, Killian.”

“Alright,” he said, carefully pulling out of her and tucking his arms beneath her, lifting her into his embrace. “We’re alright, love.”

“What are you—” Emma started. “Please, you can still—”

“Not without you, darling.” He kicked off his jeans the rest of the way so he wouldn’t trip and spun them both, sitting on the couch with her in his lap. Wrapping his arms around her, he supported her back with the flat of his hook and gently stroked her hair with his hand, placing chaste kisses to her forehead. “I’m here, Emma,” he reassured her with every kiss. “I’m here. I’m here.”

“I know,” Emma almost whispered. She wrapped her fingers in his necklace and placed her hand on his chest, over his heart. “I know, I just… I thought I lost you.”

“I know,” Killian echoed. He knew she was looking for his heartbeat beneath her palm, and he hoped she couldn’t feel how it broke for her as he clasped his hand over hers and searched for ways to comfort her. “I told you, I’m a survivor. And apparently,” he smirked, “we’re even favored by the gods. So you’ve nothing to worry about anymore.”

Emma scoffed and rolled her eyes.

“I mean it, Emma. Look at me.” He lifted her chin with the side of his finger, caressing her cheek when she met his gaze. “You’ve got me. And I, you. Here and now. This is real. We have each other.”

Killian gently rocked Emma at a soothing pace. As they sat like that in each other’s embrace, her head tucked under his chin as if she couldn’t get close enough to him, Killian quietly started to hum a song he’d used to calm himself for many years and hoped would help her now. He continued to press kisses and reassurances to her head as he repeated the tune—I’m here, I’m here, I’m here—until at last he felt her relaxing in his arms.

“Killian?”

“Hmm?”

“Could we try again?” Emma looked up at him, and he met her pleading eyes with his.

“Of course, if you’d like.” Hoisting her up before he stood, he spoke as he carried her, “But we’ll do it right. You deserve love, Emma. After everything, you deserve thoroughness, not a quick tryst on the sofa.” He set her on their bed, gently pushing her jacket off her shoulders and helping her remove it before toying with the hem of her sweater. “Let’s get this off you, love.” Sliding his hand and hook beneath it, he glided them up her sides and lifted the garment over her head, slipping it down and off her arms along with her bra. Then he started on his own clothes, setting his jacket aside next to hers before beginning to work on the buttons of his vest.

“Let me,” Emma said quietly, standing to help him remove his shirt. “You deserve love too, Killian. You’re the one who—” She trailed off, but he knew what she meant. “You deserve so much better than what you’ve been through.”

Once they were both fully bared, Emma reached up and pulled Killian into a deep kiss, tender and sloppy and desperate. He eagerly reciprocated as he backed her toward the bed, guiding her backward until the mattress was beneath her. Parting from her lips, he sank lower, trailing his mouth down her body until his knees hit the floor and his face aligned with his goal, her legs already spread for him in invitation.

“Are you sure, Emma? We could just rest if—”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Emma answered. “Please, Killian, I want you.”

“And I, you.”

Killian lightly stroked Emma’s inner thigh with the back of his hand as he kissed the other from her knee to the apex. Her muscles twitched beneath his touch, anxious and sensitive, but when his breath ghosted over her center as his mouth set to work just below her clit, Emma finally managed to relax a little.

“I’ve missed your taste,” he sighed against her wet flesh as his tongue coaxed forth her arousal. “I could happily live on nothing else.” Nudging her clit with his nose as he sucked and licked at her core, Killian enjoyed the small gasps Emma released. “Would you let me stay between your legs like this, Emma?”

“Mmm,” she moaned, “mmhmm.”

“I appreciate your hospitality, darling,” he chuckled. “Thank you.” As he tested her entrance, she easily opened for his tongue, arching her back as he thrust it inside her. His hand and hook held back her legs as they threatened to close of their own volition at the already overwhelming sensations he was giving her.

“Relax, love. I’m here,” he reassured her as his fingers slowly inched closer to his mouth’s ecstasy. Gliding one between her folds, he prodded and sucked until she welcomed the intrusion easily. “I’m here, Emma,” he soothed again. “Let me in, darling. Please.” He stretched her gently until a second finger could smoothly slip inside her with the first, curling them both with each thrust, and she panted as he hit the spot she needed most. “There’s a good girl.” Killian knew Emma loved that particular affirmation, evident in the way she canted her hips to grant him better access as more of her arousal leaked onto his fingers and chin. “That’s it, Emma.”

“Killian,” Emma gasped his name as he sucked her clit and flicked it mercilessly with his tongue. “Killian, please,” was all she could manage to say as her hands anchored in his hair. She held his face against her as she rode his fingers and sought his mouth.

“That’s it, darling,” Killian muttered against her slick flesh as he continued to lick and suck and tease. “You’re such a good girl for me.” He angled his head as her legs pressed against his cheeks, his scruff scraping her soft skin in the best way and leaving burning streaks of pink in its wake. “You’re so pretty when you come. Will you let me see it, please?”

A string of curses left Emma’s lips as Killian brought her over the edge, the sensation so blissfully overwhelming as her hips bucked and her legs fluttered until she slowly floated back down from her high, feeling relaxed at last.

“You’re so fucking good at that,” she panted. Tugging his hair, she urged him to climb up their bed above her and cradled his hips between her limply spread legs. “Thank you,” she sighed with a smile before pulling him into a deep kiss.

“Mmm,” Killian hummed, caressing down her side and tracing the crease of her thigh with his fingers before taking his cock in hand. “Are you ready for me, love?” he asked softly, rubbing her clit with the tip.

“Yes,” Emma answered, stroking the hair at the nape of Killian’s neck, her thumb settling just behind his ear. “Please, Killian, yes.”

He kissed her again as he gently pressed inside her with shallow thrusts until at last he filled her completely.

“So perfect, Emma,” Killian breathed as he slowly increased the depth and pace of his movements. “Do you feel how perfectly we fit together, darling?” He teasingly nipped at her bottom lip as her jaw fell slack with breathless moans, both of them too caught up in the absolute pleasure of each other to do much else. “You’re so warm and snug around my cock. Staying so nice and wet for me. We are meant to be together, Emma. Always.”

Emma wrapped her legs around him, locking her ankles behind him as she pulled him into her arms. He hissed lightly as her fingernails dug into his back, a guttural groan interrupting the sound as the subtle pain merely spurred him on.

“Are you close?” she asked with a smile, her voice breaking as the force of his thrusts made the words catch in her throat. “I want you to come, Killian, just like this. Let me feel all of you. Please.”

“Gods, Emma,” he panted, snapping his hips with purpose. “Are you sure?”

“Mmhmm,” Emma nodded. “Yes, Killian.” She raked her nails down his back and cupped his ass in encouragement. “I—I felt so empty without you,” she practically whispered, tears beginning to well in her eyes as she fought the storm of emotions still raging within her. “Make me feel full, Killian.”

He thrust more frantically then, fluctuating between rapid pivots and deliberate slams as he followed his own urges.

“Will you come with me, Emma?” Desperation laced his voice as he asked the question, his fingers finding her clit in an effort to bring her with him.

“I don’t know,” she said honestly, “but it’s okay. I just want to feel you, Killian. I need to feel you.”

He covered her body in kisses as he sought his release, pressing his lips over and over again to her jaw, her neck, her breasts, and trailing back up to her mouth as he felt the tension finally snap. He moaned her name against her lips as he granted her eager request, pouring his release inside her and pushing it deeper as it coated his pulsing cock. When he finally stilled, Killian rolled aside and collapsed next to Emma on their bed, thoroughly sated as he caught his breath. She turned to face him, touching her hand to his cheek and gently brushing her thumb over his skin.

“I love you, Emma Swan.” Killian tipped his head and placed a tender kiss on her palm. “I’m never going to leave your side again. I promise.” A tear escaped Emma’s eye as she met Killian’s genuine gaze.

“I love you too, Killian Jones.” Arching forward, Emma kissed him again, passionate and deep. “And you better not,” she joked, making them both laugh, something neither of them had been able to do in quite some time.

“We may never even leave this bed, love,” Killian smirked. “Not until I’ve made you come at least twice more, anyway. I’ve a reputation to maintain.”

“Oh, kidnapping the sheriff, are you?” Emma giggled, arching her brow as she returned to her back and raised her hands above her head, crossing her wrists. “Naughty Captain.”

“I never claimed to be anything else.” Killian sat up and straddled her stomach, reaching behind himself to touch her. “Now be a good little sheriff and follow my demands.”

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CS Halloweek 2021 — Day 7: Spirit/White (haunted house | betrayal | wicked) @cshalloweek

(CS Haunted Mansion AU)

When hinges creak in doorless chambers And strange and frightening sounds Echo through the halls Whenever candlelights flicker Where the air is deathly still That is the time when ghosts are present Practicing their ghoulish delight

This idea is based on the Haunted Mansion movie.

Killian and Emma are realtors that find themselves wrapped up in more than they bargained for when they visit Mr. Cassidy’s home for what they think is just another potential sale. Little do they know, Cassidy has been long deceased after the unfortunate death of his fiancée—a fiancée he believes has been essentially reincarnated in look-alike Emma Swan, and he has every intention of winning her back, til death do they start.

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The Wallflower Waltz

For CS Halloweek 2021. Fulfilling the prompts: Dance/grey (masquerade | honour | “you’re trembling” | enraged)

Summary: Vampire!Emma has her way with Killian against a wall.

Rated: E; Words: 1653 ; read it on AO3

A/N: Once again, huge shoutout and thank you to the organizers of @cshalloweek for holding the event.

Also shoutout and thank you to @ultraluckycatnd for betaing this for me. ❤️

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“I know what you are,” Killian said, a quiet reaffirmation of Emma’s suspicions.

“And yet you’re still here,” Emma teased, caging him between herself and the stone exterior of the tavern with her arms.

“What can I say?” Killian shuddered as Emma nuzzled his neck, inhaling his scent and letting her teeth tauntingly scrape against him. “I love a challenge.”

“You’re trembling,” Emma purred with a smirk, sliding her hand up Killian’s chest and against the side of his throat, her nails grazing his skin as she clutched at the hair on the nape of his neck. She mirrored the motion on his other side with her tongue, flattening it against his flesh and licking a long stripe up to the hinge of his jaw as she jerked his head back. “I can feel your heart racing.” Her breath was hot on his ear as she nipped at the lobe playfully. “What’s the matter, Captain? Not as courageous as legend says you are?”

“How can a man’s heart not race at the sight of a gorgeous woman such as yourself pressing him to a wall with her body?” Killian caught her wrist in the crook of his hook, lowering her hand and swapping their positions in one smooth spin, his hand poised a hair’s breadth away from grasping her throat. “And do not make the mistake of underestimating me, darling.”

“There’s the pirate I want to see,” Emma smiled triumphantly despite her position. “Shall we go inside and find a room?” Emma asked as she palmed him through his leathers. “Or do you prefer to be ravished in the open?”

Killian’s eyebrow raised at that as he answered, “A lady deserves a proper bed.” He thrust once into her hand as he stepped closer and pinned her arm between them. “But if a wench likes to be taken against a wall, who am I to deny her pleasure?” Tucking his hook beneath her skirts, he slowly lifted them to her hip, the cool metal brushing up her thigh. “Tell me, darling,” he said, their foreheads practically touching, his nose nudging her cheek and his lips ghosting over hers as he asked in a sultry tone, “which type of lass are you?”

“I’m the type that does the taking, Captain.” With her free arm, Emma shoved him back toward the building opposite them. Killian slammed against the brick with a grunt and shook his head to clear it as Emma sank to her knees before him. She wasted no time unfastening his belt and untying the laces beneath it, baring his cock to her eager hands. “Can you handle it?”

She proudly watched his expression shift from so suave to utterly wrecked as she stroked his length, feeling him swell and harden against her palm. Thumbing at the tip as precum leaked from his slit, she spread the lubricant down his shaft as she gave him squeezing pumps.

“Come on, Captain. I thought they said you were a talker. Can’t you answer a simple question?”

“Bloody fucking hell,” Killian barely managed to say through gritted teeth. “I can handle it,” he answered, his breathless tone rather unconvincing. “You certainly know how to handle a cock, love.”

Emma hummed at the compliment and made whatever he was going to say next catch in his throat as she took him into her mouth, flattening her tongue along the underside of him as she sheathed his full length and swallowed before releasing him with a wet pop.

“Fuck,” Killian groaned as Emma did it again, and again, sucking harder each time. “Gods, you fucking minx. Bloody hell. Fuck.” His hand fisted in her hair as he urged her to keep going. The pull of his rings tangling in some strands made her moan, the vibrations of which only caused him to echo her sinful sounds with his own. He almost lost his resolve when she flicked her tongue over his slit, the sensation just shy of too much, but Emma stopped before he could topple over the edge, keeping him agonizingly on the precipice as she got to her feet.

“You’ve a bloody brilliant mouth, darling.” Killian’s chest heaved in an effort to catch his breath, an effort which Emma thwarted as she rucked up her skirts and lifted her leg to lock it behind him.

“I can hear your blood rushing in your veins,” Emma said as she tore open his shirt and vest with ease, raking her nails down his exposed chest. “All of it gathering right here,” she squeezed his cock as she emphasized the word, weighing it in her hand before draping her skirts over them both and dragging the head back and forth along her folds, coating him in her arousal as he panted desperately.

“Gods,” was all he could manage to say. A moan clung to his tongue as she took him inside herself, the feel of her tight, wet heat unexpectedly warm considering the coolness of her touch.

“Damn, you’re fucking big when you’re hard like this,” Emma groaned, swiveling and rocking her hips, careful with her movements to keep him buried inside her as she rode him. Killian thrust to meet her, settling his hand and hook on her waist to steady her as she set the pace, grinding together in their own sort of dance.

“Perhaps you’re the one who couldn’t handle it,” he smirked, chasing her mouth with his as she teased him with an almost kiss before throwing back her head with a moan.

Emma pulled her lower lip between her teeth, worrying it as she canted her hips with determination until Killian’s cock hit the spot she loved the most. She writhed against him, one hand planted in his hair and the other grasping his balls.

“Tell me, Captain,” she purred, “can you be a good little pirate for me and stay quiet?”

“Yes,” he gasped into her mouth as she pressed wet kisses to his lips, his cheek, his jaw, his throat. “Gods, yes.”

“Good boy.” She ruffled his hair before clenching her fist and tugging it, tipping back his head and pulling the skin on his neck taut. “Shhh,” she soothed, tasting him again with her tongue.

A sharp cry caught in the back of his throat as she sank her teeth into his flesh. His hips bucked wildly as she sucked hard and drew the blood from his punctured vein with hungry, approving grunts. In moments, the pain had passed, replaced with an unexplainable sort of euphoria as Emma quenched her thirst. Killian chased his high as Emma continued to bounce herself on his cock and drink from his neck.

“Come for me, Captain,” she encouraged as she licked at his wound, soothing the sting and sealing the cuts. “I’ve had my fill of your delicious blood. Fill me with your cum too.”

“Gods, love,” he panted as his head fell back against the brick wall behind him. At that point, it was the only thing keeping him upright, his legs weak beneath him from the dizzying blood loss and building orgasm.

“I can feel your cock throbbing,” Emma smirked, knowing what her words had been doing to him all night. “Come inside me, sweetheart. I need it. I’m so close.”

Killian cupped her ass through her skirt with his hand and fucked her in earnest then. He met her thrust for thrust and nudged her hand out of the way with his hook to tend to her clit himself.

“Yes, that’s it, love,” he growled as her legs quaked and she palmed her breast through her top. “Now look who’s trembling.” He chuckled at that, amused by his own play on her words, before he could produce nothing other than staccatoed moans as her walls fluttered and clenched around him. His hips stuttered and snapped forcefully, and he lost himself in the feel of her tight heat draining his cock dry as she made him fall with her and spill his release deep inside her.

“Fuck yes,” Emma sighed contentedly as she leaned against his chest. Her fingers toyed with his chest hair as they came down from their highs together. Once she caught her breath, Emma let Killian’s cock slip from her core and unsteadily lowered her leg, balancing herself with her hands on his shoulders before sliding them down his open shirt to the waistband of his leathers.

“That was amazing, Captain,” she praised, palming his soaked cock and thumbing at the tip before gently stuffing it back into its leather confines. “You were amazing. Your blood tastes amazing.” Bringing her thumb to her lips, she sucked the wet pad into her mouth, making Killian’s cock twitch again at the sinful sight. “Mmmm, and so does your cum.”

“Do I get a taste of you, darling?” Killian asked, sounding more desperate than confident with still-labored breaths. “Turnabout is fair play, after all. I imagine you’ll taste as divine as you feel.”

“Maybe next time,” Emma teased, much to his disappointment despite the promise in her words.

“So there will be a next time, then?”

“Perhaps.” Emma smiled, smoothing her skirt as she backed away from him. “I don’t think I’ve had nearly enough of you yet. We’ll pass closely in the night again, I’m sure.” She bit her lip playfully as she took in how wrecked he looked, his shirt hanging open, his leathers unfastened, hair mussed, lips swollen, cock most certainly aching still. “Until next time, Captain.” She spun on her heels and left before she could have the chance to bite him again, knowing he’d need his rest before she could take any more from him. But she’d find him again, she promised herself she would.

“Until next time,” he echoed softly, fighting the urge to chase after her as he watched her leave. A beautiful mystery, one he knew he wanted to unravel, again and again.

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