(Warning, art is under the read more) I knew this adorable art would come in handy, thank you again @xovera-toz for this lovely art.
Anyway, onto the commission. It's more suggestive than anything, but still, putting this under the read, just in case
Made by the lovely @thatonegayship, thank you for working with me! Your art is amazing, your Dipper is my favorite little vibrating butt plug (It's a reference to one of their arts), and you made Wirt so Ahhhhh!!!!
Everything about this is gorgeous and cute. The colors, the hand positions, the sweater, the freckled legs. Thank you again!!!!
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A/N ::: I'm so fuckin' pissed at Tumblr right now. I had everything all done and the fucking thing wouldn't post. So, here's the bare bones of what I had.
MDNI UNDER THE CUT
THIS IS SMUTTY AND FLUFFY. IT'S FLUT. PLEASE JOIN ME IN ADDING THIS TO THE READILY AVAILABLE TAGS.
I LOVE THIS MAN. I NEED THIS MAN IN SO MANY WAYS I'VE LOST COUNT.
PLEASE ENJOY THIS. GIVE KAFKA THE LOVE HE DESERVES.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING.
WC ::: JUST OVER 800.
"Ay-yo! Just what do you think you're doing? Mm, miss? I don't think my lady would appreciate you grabbing my ass like that. Especially since she's not around to defend what's hers." Kafka batted your hand away from his chest after you lightly smacked his cute little butt.Â
"Oh hush. If your 'lady' had any clue as to just how much of a stud muffin you are, she'd never take her sights off of that sexy dad bod you've got going on here." You climbed into the shower and stood behind him, pressing your still dry breasts against his soaking back.Â
"D-dad bod? But I - we - there are no kids. I don't have kids. I - we haven't even talked about having kids." He sounded like he was starting to panic.Â
"Calm down. Calm ..." You ran your hands from the fronts of his shoulders down his chest and lightly scratched his upper thighs with your nails, "down."
You felt him tense up beneath your fingertips before he pushed your hands away and turned to face you.Â
"Look, Miss...?" He backed you up against the shower wall and pressed his erection to your own cute, pudgy belly. "Eh, y'name's not important. I'll forget it anyway because my heart belongs to another. But I'm gonna make damn sure you never forget who I am."Â
Kafka grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head and he held them there with one hand. His other hand traced the swell of the outline of your left breast.Â
"Keep your hands there. Don't move them until I tell you to do so. Understood? Miss?" He was speaking so closely to your ear that you could feel the breath behind his words.Â
You nodded, looking a little taken aback by his behavior.Â
He grabbed your right thigh with his hand and hiked your leg up over his hip and pressed into you. You felt everything.Â
Kafka slid his hand from your thigh to your backside and lifted your other leg up to wrap around his waist. He slowly lowered you onto his cock, watching your face all the while.
"Miss, you're so tight. Can't say I've ever experienced anything quite like this before. Damn, heh."
You gasped as he fully buried himself inside of you. The warm water was making the entire experience even more enjoyable.
"I told you not to move, Miss. What part of that didn't you understand?" He growled at you.
Kafka shifted his hips and thrust himself into you with such force that you had to bite your lip to keep from screaming. His hands gripped your backside so tightly that you were sure he was going to leave bruises.
"Oh fuck!" You cried out, trying to free your hands from his grip.
"Ah, ah, ah. No. You stay right there." He bit down on your shoulder, drawing a moan from you.
Kafka continued to slam into you, and you could feel yourself starting to tremble from the intensity everything.
"K-Kafka! I-I'm gonna ... oh shit! Oh my god!" You tried to pull your arms away from him, but he wouldn't let go.
"Hold it. Not yet." He moved his hips in a circular motion, grinding into you.
"Please! Please, Kafka! Let me cum! Please!" You begged him.
"Alright. Go ahead, Miss. Cum for me." He released your wrists and held on to your hips with both hands, pushing himself deeper and deeper into you.
You dug your nails into his back and screamed his name as you finally released the tension that had been building inside of you.
"Ah, hah hah hah! Fuck, Kafka! Fuck!" You continued to moan as he slowed down his pace and gently slid out of you.
"That's it, Miss. That's a good girl." He groaned as he reached his own orgasm. You could feel him cum hard inside of you. Your walls pulsating around his throbbing dick.Â
He wrapped his arms around you and held you close, kissing your neck and shoulders. "Was that too rough? I didn't hurt you, did I, kitten?"Â
You were still trying to catch your breath. But you smiled and shook your head no, "Mm - Kafka, that was so hot. And where did you get the idea to call me 'Miss?'" You found yourself blushing, even after all of that you two just did.Â
"Mm-mm-mm. Jus' came to me. You uh, you liked it, huh?"Â
"Kafka, you were amazing." You pulled away from him and looked him in the eyes. "You are amazing."
He smiled and kissed you on the lips and gave your butt a playful smack.
You reached for the body wash and started to soap yourself up.
"I don't know about that, Miss. There's something about you that I find strangely irresistible." He winked at you.
"You are talking about me, right? You must be crazy." You teased him.
âShhhh,â she made just after pulling his hair to give her room to keep devouring his neck, a move, that she knew damn well, always elicited at least a gasp from him.Â
âBaby... Kor, Jesus,â youâd think that suddenly not being able to speak coherently would help to keep them hidden, but Dick couldnât just shut up. Not with his back pressed against the shelves of his old workplace supplies cupboard â where he went back only for an investigation â not but with her there, not with her mouth on his throat, one of her demanding hands in his hair, the other holding his thigh in position while she rode it, her hot weeping cunt making a mess against the fabric of his pants while her knee rubbed against his bulge drove by the movement she was making trying to seek her own release.Â
Using him like a toy.Â
That thought shot another flaming arrow of arousal directly to his cock, and Dick moaned.Â
Her mouth covered his, and ever though her smile was initially hard to notice through his fog of desire, it was impossible to miss it when she had to break the kiss to giggle against his chest.Â
âYou know I love how vocal you are, but we are trying to not get caught here, Grayson.âÂ
âAre we?â he asked, his mocking tone being betrayed by his panting and heaving. Dick pulled her chin up with one hand, and pushed her curls back with the other, she was still riding his thigh, just very slowly, her knee barely scraping his cock, how selfish.Â
She let go of his hair, sliding her hand to his face, her thumb making circles on his cheek and going further down to part his lips. He sucked her finger and the victory on her eyes dwindled, as her own mouth fell open, smile turning into a clear expression of bliss.Â
âSupposed to,â she rasped.Â
âHmm,â he made slowly grabbing her hips, he guided a few of her thrusts before stopping her, âyou shouldnât come then?âÂ
âDick-âÂ
It was his time to laugh at the desperate look she gave him, green eyes so shiny he could see them even in that dark cupboard.Â
âWhy did you come here, Kory?â he said against her ear while he pushed her gently but firmly away.Â
âI didnât- Dick, please-âÂ
He wanted to bite those pouty lips of hers until they had his name imprinted in every single like on them. Dick unbuttoned his trousers and batted her hands away when she tried to help, and then he reached for her again, pushing her dress up to her waist and hoisting her up, Koryâs knees digging on his hips, shins crossings against his butt.Â
She tried to the reach for his erection, to guide him home and be over with both of their agonies, but Dick grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head, the tip of this cock rubbing against the soaked barrier of her panties. Â
âNo, explain yourself first.âÂ
She sighed.Â
âI didnât want you to be here all alone.âÂ
He knew what she meant, he didnât exactly have the best of memories of his time in the Detroit Police Department, it had been another place he had gone to while trying to run from himself. And his love for the woman, currently presenting as mess of arousal, in his arms somehow doubled even though it was already too great to measure.Â
âWhat?â he teased her, trying to distract himself from the feelings that would turn that fun encounter into something overemotional, they would have time for that later. âAfraid Iâll rekindle some old office romance?âÂ
She snorted.Â
âAs any woman here wouldnât know youâre taken just by the well fucked vibe you give now.âÂ
He rolled his eyes, and pushed forward, finally letting her hands fall free â which considering how far stronger she was than him, was always only a pretend bondage between them â and sliding his hand between them. His idea was to just pull the lacy material aside, but he ended pulling too hard and sapping it.Â
âAnother one, Dick?â She asked, annoyed. Â
âPlease, you buy them extra flimsy because you like when I ruin them,â the last half of his phrase extra raspy because he said as he entered her.Â
It never got old, how tight, wet and delicious she was. He didnât deny her teasing because it was true. There was no way he didnât walk around with some sort of invisible stamp on his forehead saying loud and clear how ruined he was for anyone but the woman that had chosen him, anyone that wasnât Kory.Â
Much later, when he went back to his cubicle, trying to hide the large wet Koriandâr pussy shaped wet spot on his trousers' leg with a manila folder, he tried to do what he went there to do: work.Â
âDid you hear some weird sound coming from the supplies closet?â Asked Lorna, an ancient secretary that wore huge glasses as soon and Dick sat down on his uncomfortable chair.Â
He used all his years of training to keep his face straight even though he doubted that woman could see anything.Â
âI think a racoon went through the vents and is nesting in there,â he answered and pulled his phone as it buzzed. Â
Kory đ:Â
Going to the mall buy some new underwear with your credit card, want something?Â
You:Â
Buy a pair of flavoured onesÂ
Kory đ:Â
đÂ
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You are amazing! Your smut is amazing! Can you please write prompt âIâm so proud of you.â with a very emotional sex scene afterwards? Bonus points if itâs a canon setting with Hermione praising Ron for something he has done đ Thank you so muchđ
Hi there, anon! Thanks for the compliment đ I hope this Ron POV drabble gives you all the feels! It's a little steamy, but hopefully mostly sweet đ
My Gryffindor
âItâs okay, Hermione, just a dislocated shoulder. Nothing a little Skelegro couldnât fix!â
âThatâs a pretty cavalier thing to say about your life, Ron!â
Ron couldnât stop the grin from forming on his face. There was something about the way Hermione fussed over him that warmed his heart. He often loved riling her up, although he knew it didnât always bode well for him in the end. Â
He leaned even further into his girlfriendâs side, impressed by how she was, quite literally, carrying all of their weight as they took careful steps towards the sofa. Ron eased himself down onto the cushions, wincing in pain as his tender shoulder collided with the armrest.Â
âRon! Youâre supposed to be taking it easy â not just throwing your body around like youâre on your broom!â
âRelax, woman, it was an accident,â Ron mumbled, making a very conscious attempt to roll his eyes in a subtle way so that she didnât notice. One look at the expression on her face told him that she didnât care for his comment about her relaxing â best not to pet the cat that was already hissing.Â
Hermione stomped out of the room, returning only a few moments later cradling an assortment of vials in her hands. She placed them in an organized fashion on the table next to the sofa before retrieving her wand. With a swish and flick she levitated a piece of parchment over and scanned the contents of the letter.Â
âYouâll be on a very strict potion regimen for a week, and the healers said that youâd need to keep your shoulder as still as possible. Which means no disapparating, no flooing, and absolutely no flying!â
Ron sighed as he watched Hermione scurry about the room for a few more minutes, busying herself with mundane tasks, before he finally called out to her.Â
âHermione, love? Come sit down, please.â
His tone wasnât demanding, but it also wasnât as warm as it couldâve been. However, it was enough for Hermione to pause her to-do list and make the hesitant walk over to him. She sat down on the opposite end of the sofa, giving him a wary glance.Â
Ron was frustrated by the amount of distance she put between them, and wriggled himself close enough to her so that he could take her hand. âWhatâs really going on here?âÂ
Hermioneâs eyes welled up with tears, and Ron was now on high alert. Although he figured she was frustrated with him over his close escape from death, he didnât want to see her cry over it.Â
He never wanted to see her cry.Â
âI-I missed you so much, and when I got the Patronusââ Hermione hiccuped, burying her face into her hands as her body shook with quiet sobs.Â
His gut twisted in all sorts of directions, almost making him ill. He understood exactly how she was feeling. If he ever got a Patronus that her life had been put in danger like thatâŚ.he swallowed hard. It was best not to think about it, for he was sure he would go mad.Â
âCâmere.â
Ron opened his one free arm, and she tucked her warm body into his in an instant. He kissed the top of her head, keeping his nose buried in her curls. She smelled like Hermione and he felt as if he could finally breathe after an intense day. âSâalright, love. Iâm here now.â
Ron rubbed her shoulder, tracing a pattern of freckles that resembled a heart along her skin. They sat in deep stillness for several minutes, finding peace in each otherâs arms.Â
âI shouldnât have gone into the field without back-up. I was stupid.â
Hermione lifted her head, placing a hand on his cheek forcing him to look her straight in the eye. âDonât do that â donât say that about yourself. I may be so incredibly furious right now, but the emotion Iâm feeling the most at the moment is pride. I am so proud of you, Ron Weasley.âÂ
Ronâs own eyes glistened with tears, and he blinked to dispel them. He would never tire of hearing Hermione say that she was proud of him.Â
âYou showed immense courage and bravery out there. And despite the huge chunk of my heart that leaves with you every time you step through that fireplace over there, I will never stop being proud of you." Hermione placed a hand over his heart, never breaking their gaze.
"A true Gryffindor. My Gryffindor.â
He was the luckiest sod on the planet.Â
Ron tangled his fingers into her curls, and brought their heads closer. âI love you so much.â
Hermione nuzzled her nose against his. âI love you more than you love chocolate frogs and Quidditch combined!"Â
Ron raised his eyebrows, a slow grin spreading across his lips. âReally? That much, huh?â
Hermione only nodded, and her eyes fell to his lips as he watched her tongue dart out to lick her own.Â
All of the blood pumped straight to his core, and he wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his body.Â
Hermione must've seen the desire in his eyes, and she started shaking her head. âRon, we canât. The healers saidââ
Ron pushed Hermione's long curls behind her shoulders, giving him free access to her neck. His lips pressed soft kisses along her skin, making Hermione roll her head back in pleasure. He knew she was caving already.Â
âFuck what the healers said. Iâll deal with any pain coming my way, but what I canât deal with is not having you in my arms for a second longer.â
Ron's words must have lit a fire underneath her, and before Ron could even process what was happening, she swung one leg over his body to straddle his hips.Â
Ron groaned at the pressure against his very evident arousal in his trousers, his possessive hands flying back to cup her bum.Â
"Are you sure I'm not hurting you?" Hermione whispered as she nibbled on his ear.Â
Hermione tightened her arms around his neck, and the friction between them was maddening. As his hands traveled north and south along the curves of her body, he knew he never wanted to relinquish the sensation of being consumed by her.Â
Without answering, Ron sealed her mouth with a kiss, hoping that he could show her instead.Â
He loved her, and she loved him, and all he wanted to do was to show her â in every single way.Â
Clothes shed, and breaths intertwined, they were soon joined together. As Hermione moved on top of him, he was filled with an emotion he could only describe as bliss.Â
The love he felt for the amazing witch in his arms was all-encompassing. He knew, without any doubt or a single thought of hesitation, that the ring he had hidden in his wardrobe was meant for her.Â
As they let go together, and Ron spotted the passion behind her eyes, he was content, for now, knowing that he was home from his mission.Â
He was home because that's where Hermione was. His Gryffindor. Â
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For That Special Someone: A CS Fic:: CSFE prompt #1
Title: For That Special Someone
Rating: M (itâs smuffy)Â
Summary: Killian didn't understand much about this realm's strange traditions, and usually they were too busy defeating villains for someone to explain it. The Prince did explain to him however, that it was tradition to get those who love a gift, something meaningful. He needed to find the best gifts, but nothing would be worthy of his Swan. What's a pirate to do?
AN: Written for the @csficexchange, really excited for this project! No beta on this bad boy so please show mercy!! Can you also guess what Christmas movie I stole the title from??? Happy holidays to all! You can also read this on ff.net (where you can catch my other stories) All the love!Â
Prompt #1
Write a CS drabble/ficlet that includes the following elements:
- Killian giving Emma a gift
- Killian wearing no shirt at some point
- Killian fighting with sellotape
- Snow
Killian didnât understand much about this realm and itâs strange traditions, and usually they were too busy defeating villains for someone to explain it all to him. Typically, if everyone was busy Henry helped him, but he was busy helping Regina get ready for this tree lighting ceremony thing. He didnât understand why the people of Storybrooke would want to set a bloody tree on fire, but he was in no room to cause a fuss.
The Prince did explain to him however, that it was tradition to get those who love a gift, something meaningful. Killian knew that Emma was purposely leaving out some of the details of this holiday; the gift exchange for whatever reasons was a part of that. He needed to find the best gifts, but nothing would be worthy of his Swan.
Speaking of which, he was late to meet her at the station so they could get lunch together. Killian quickly jumped out of bed in hopes of not keeping Emma waiting; if she didnât eat Henry said she would get âhangryâ. He was able to get dressed in no time, his change of wardrobe had definitely come with some benefits, one of them being how fast it took to put on - more importantly take off - his clothes. Killian grabbed his leather jacket, remembering the last time that Emma had worn it, with nothing else. That woman was going to be the death of him, teasing him like that, and if he didnât get make it to lunch soon she would surely kill him.
Emma had offered to teach him how to drive, but Killian refused to get behind the wheel of that blasted yellow vessel of hers. He had to keep a steady pace in order to make it remotely on time, but then it caught his eye. In one of the shopâs window was a giant sign that read âFor That Special Someoneâ. Killian knew he didnât have time to waste, but with Christmas in just two short days he knew he needed to get something for Emma, she was indeed that someone special for him.
Without a second thought he walked into the store, overwhelmed with some very strong perfume, which he made a note of not to get for Emma. Immediately someone who had to be a fairy greeted him she was so small. The lass had long dirty blonde hair; her hair was long as she was. She was wearing a dress, obviously made by hand, making her green eyes shine, just not as brightly as Emmaâs does of course. Â
âKillian Jones, why I never thought the day would come that weâd see you in the store. Can I help you find something in particular?â He looked down at her nametag, which simply read âInaâ, she knew him of course, but he could not for the lives of him remember the lass. âAh, Captain Iâm offended. You donât remember me, do you?â He shook his head modestly; he soon caught on to her sarcasm, which was a relief.
âHere I go by Ina, but maybe you remember me from the Enchanted Forest as Thumbelina?â Ah! The lass had helped him many moons ago back in their land with some stitching after a close encounter with Blackbeard.
âSorry about that lass, bad form to forget an old friend.â She covered her mouth as if she was trying to hold back her laugh, âNo worries Captain. If all the rumors are true, youâve been busy the last few years. And with the Savior nonetheless. I take it sheâs the reason why youâre here today?â
âAye, I need to buy her a gift, but I have no idea where to begin orâŚâ Thatâs when Killian looked  around and say some of the items the store had to offer, a blush crept across his cheeks which Ina was kind enough not to point out. The two of them walked around the store for a few minutes, she answered all of his questions about the variety of items he was debating between. He knew he needed to hurry up, he had already kept Emma waiting long enough, and Ina was kind enough to offer to wrap the gifts for him and to hold onto them until so that she would not see the gifts at lunch.
Killian ran to the station, no Emma in sight. There was a note waiting for him on her desk:
Killy,
Another Leroy call, raincheck on Grannyâs? Probably wonât make it home in time beforehand, so Iâll see you at the tree lighting!
- Your Swan
He laughed at the nickname she had bestowed upon him after their trip back from the Underworld; apparently, Liam was able to share one embarrassing story with her. He would be lying if he said his heart didnât skip a beat whenever she referenced to the house and their home. Seems as though the Lost Girl and Captain Hook found their home, together.
He ran back to the store and grabbed his gifts for Emma, along with a small box to put another gift in that he had waiting back home.
Killian was walking around Main Street trying to find Emma and the rest of the Charming-Swan-Mills-Jones-Hood-Stiltskin clan, god this family was ridiculous. He found Gold and Belle, who seemed to be trying to get baby Gideon to look at all the lights hanging on the buildings. After a quick chat they pointed her in the direction of Grannyâs, of course she was in there.
He found the rest of their family all piled in the one booth with Emma inhaling what he believed was her signature side of onion rings. She merely waved as he walked over to the group, too busy trying to finish her dinner.
âSwan, you know you can breathe, right? No one is going to take your food away from you love.â She shot him a sarcastic smile back as she lifted another bite to her mouth.
âKillian are you excited for the ceremony?â He looked over to Henry, he reminded him so much of Bae at this age, it was something that he loved, but it also served as a reminder of all his past sins. He tried to be a better man, not just for Emma, but for her boy as well. He knew Henry looked up to him as some sort of paternal figure and he never intended on letting the lad down. Henry had always welcomed him warmly and went out of his way to make sure that Killian always felt included in everything that they did.
âAye lad I would say so. Although I donât understand why weâre lighting a tree on fire in memory of that baby.â The entire table busted out in laughter, he knew they meant nothing by it, but he could feel his face burning up with embarrassment. Emma slide from out of the booth and grabbed his hook.
âWe donât actually light the tree on fire Killian, itâs with little bulbs.â To try to help explain her point she pointed to the bar covered in a string of lights. Killian chuckled, trying to play it off, but his blush wouldnât seem to fade.
Emma tried to help change the subject to help their family talk about something else for the moment. âHey I need to go on patrol real fast, want to come?â Killian never turned down a chance to go on patrol with Emma; he loved spending time with her. Especially now that he was the deputy sheriff they took advantage of any alone time they could get. She gave her parents a hug goodbye and was able to grab a running Neal and swooped him up for a big hug. It was amazing seeing Emma and her brother get along so well, every time she held Neal he couldnât help but picture her holding their own babe, maybe one day.
âHey Iâm sorry that I didnât explain the tree lighting thing better Killian, I didnât mean to leave you in the dark like that.â Killian told her not to worry about it; he knew she didnât mean any harm by it.
They walked down the Main Street, saying hello to everyone enjoying the festivities, but Killian could see Emma started to get uneasy for some reason. She clang close to him, not that he minded, but he knew she did this more often when she was upset.
âLove?â She looked over at him, breaking her train of thought. âIâm a bit tired from today, and I know you had a long one as well. Why not go home for a little and relax? You said the tree is not going to be lit for another 4 hours. Shall we sail away?â She gave him a knowing smile, the one where she remembers he can read her like a book. They decide to walk home, they were halfway there anyways and the bug was on the other end of the road.
As they walked in the door Killian could still see Emma was tense, her past demons still trying to mess with her. Killian couldnât blame her, here he was nearly 300 and there were nights he would wake the house up from his nightmares.
âShall I prepare a bath for you my love?â He grabbed her by the waist giving her one Captain Hookâs famous sly smile as she blushed. He loved that after all the monsters, battles, hell, they were married, and he could still make her blush like that. Deciding he wanted to go over the top, he picked her up bridal style and carried her up the stairs to their room. He left her in their bedroom while he started the bath for her, making sure it was just perfect for her.
âEmma, would you like me to grab you some wine-â Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. She found his gifts. All of them, thankfully they were in boxes.
âKillian would you like to try and explain all of this?â She didnât seem mad, just shocked which was good he guessed. She was just staring at him, waiting for him to explain himself.
âYou see, a certain Prince may or may not have told me that in this realm it is customary to give someone special a gift around this time of year. Therefore, when I was walking by Thumbelinaâs store today and the sign said âFor That Special Someoneâ I thought it was a good idea, which obviously it wasnât. Emma Iâm sorry I-â
He was cut off; she had ran over to him kissing the hell out of him. It reminded him of their shared moment in Neverland, gods he would never forget that moment. When he finally knew how her lips felt against his, it was just a taste and he would never be sated. This kiss, however, started to grow hungrier by the second. Each turning their heads trying to deepen the kiss, trying to get closer to each other. Emma wrapped her legs around Killian has he picked her up.
âNow love what am I to do with you? I was trying to be a gentleman and run you a nice relaxing bath, but now? Now I have half a mind to take you just like this. What shall it be?â He grinded his growing member into her barely clothed mound to try to expedite an answer from her.
âGentlemen are overrated.â With that, Killian removed the rest of her clothes and she stripped him of his shirt. She rubbed her hands around his chest while he was kissing his way down her neck.
âLove do you want to unwrap some of your gifts?â His accent always sounded rich during their more enjoyable activities, but tonight it was truly thicker. He started making way down her body with his good hand, and using his hook to play with her breasts.
âKillian, god, uhh I donât think...stop teasing me! I donât think right now is the, fuck, most appropriate time for them.â He pulled back from her, hearing a slight whimper come from her kiss swollen lips. Killian looked at her, pupils blown, just like his. She leaned in trying to kiss him again.
âAh ah ah love. I think you might enjoy,â he walked over to the dresser half naked with his pants barely above his ass, âthese two specifically.â He gave her a hungry look as he strolled back over to her with the gifts in hand. When Emma saw the gifts in question, her mouth dropped.
In his right hand was a vibrator, it was large, but not as big as Killian was. He knew his ego didnât need the boost, but it never hurt. The other was a custom gift Ina made just him and more importantly his hook. It was an attachment, just like his hook, it was like a prosthetic except with three fingers.
By the way Emma looked at him he knew exactly what those three fingers were going to be doing in a moment. âKillian, I told you before I love you just the way you are, hook and all. In fact, how many times have I told you I find the hook sexy?â Her voice all the sudden huskier, he needed to remove the confines of his pants because it was just painful at this point. Â
âEmma, love, I know that youâre a fan of every part of me, but I wanted to try something new. If you donât want to then I will gladly put it away.â She closed the distance between them with a soft and tender kiss, chaste but full of passion nonetheless. They used the attachment and the vibrator, smashing their old record of three orgasms making it a groundbreaking six.
By the time, they were finished they were a sweaty mess, limbs intertwined, they couldnât tell where one started and the other took over. Still trying to catch her breath Killian leaned over to look at his Emma.
God she was breathtaking. Her hair fanned out across the pillow like a goddess, and her blush, which once was restricted on her face, now spread throughout her body as if she were glowing. Â âLove? Not to ruin the moment, but can you explain what happened?â
âKillian, when two people love each other very much they-â she cut herself off with fits of laughter, Killian snickered, but waited for her to answer his question. âYou know my story Killian; you know it wasnât an easy childhood. I know itâs silly to still get emotional about these type of things, but I canât help it sometimes. I see Neal and I know heâll never wonder if our parents love him.â
âEmma your parents love you so very much.â He didnât mean to interrupt her, he just couldnât help it.
âNo, I know they do, but I didnât know that until I was 28. He will never have a day go by that he questions it. Iâm so thankful that I found my parents and that I found you, but it still scares me sometimes. I know how fast happiness can be taken from me and I just canât imagine life without you and everyone else.â Killian wrapped his arms around her, holding her until she stopped shaking and her breathing returned back to normal. He kissed the top of her head reminding him that he would never leave her; no one would ever leave her again.
âWell, I was going to wait to give you this gift love, but since the other surprises are spoiled it canât hurt.â
âKillian, please I donât think my body could handle another round.â He gave her a quick peck on the cheek as he walked back to the dresser to grab the small box and handed it back to her. She gave a weary smile back to him as he nodded for her to open the gift.
There inside was a gorgeous glass swan pendant attached to a bracelet. Emma looked up at him holding back her tears.
âIt was my motherâs.â He stated in a calm manner, a ghost of a smile graced his lips before he continued, âWhen I was younger she would tell us these grand stories, one of them being about this swan. It was this tale of how a hero needed to get across this lake to find this great treasure, the missing princess and help the rest of the village bring back their happiness. The problem was there was no way to walk around this lake, you couldnât merely swim across it, and no boat had made it to the other side. This hero wouldnât give up, sounds like a few heroes I know.â They both shared a soft laugh, things hadnât always been easy between her parents and him, but they came to love one another regardless of their rocky start.
âThe great hero went to the water and the only creature in sight was this giant swan. It never spoke to him, but he was drawn to the creature. Every day he could come back to the same spot, he would try to figure out how to make it across. All the while, he would feed the swan, making sure it was taken care of. One day the hero had finally figured out what to do to get across, he went to say goodbye to the swan, but alas, she wasnât here. For some reason he couldnât leave without saying goodbye to the creature that had helped in, listened to him, really been his only saving grace. He waited for the swan to return, finally in the morning she appeared guiding him to the water. For some reason he knew the swan meant for him to get upon her back as she would take them to the other side.
When they finally made it to the other side the hero turned around, gave the swan a kiss on its head, and this light blinded him. It turns out the swan was the long lost princess all along. Her beauty was unmatched and they knew they were true love. She always told us that one day we would find our swan, the woman who would be our savior. I donât think she thought Iâd fall in love with the literal savior or a Swan, regardless I wanted you to have this. Itâs the last thing she gave me before she passed.â Killian had held back his tears for long enough, when Emma embraced him he finally let go.
âKillian, it would be my honor to wear this. Can you help me?â He helped remove the charms from her bracelet she was wearing to make room for the swan. âBeautiful, absolutely beautiful, thank you Killian.â