This one-shot was inspired by a prompt on the CSMM Discord which ended up lending itself to a request made by @cs-rylie after my ‘heatwave’ story A Pirate’s Guide to Surviving the Heat. She wanted to read more about Emma and Killian role playing with him wearing his red vest, so I wrote this as a birthday gift for her. It’s a little late, my friend, but I hope you still like it!

Thank you to @everything-person for sharing the prompt, @motherkatereloyshipper for working her magic to turn Killian into Silver Fox for this story, @kmomof4​ for helping me plot out the story and @hookedmom​ for, you guessed it, being a rock star beta! 

Story summary: Killian Jones loves his wife Emma and his job as a history professor. When Zelena Green joins the department, she makes Killian uncomfortable with her relentless flirting, but she’ll find out that it’s not wise to mess with Mrs. Jones’s man!

Rating: M (for smut)

Words: 9935

Also found on Ao3 and ffn

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“Hey, Babe. How was work?” Emma Jones asked her husband of seven months as soon as he walked in the door.

“It was, uh…it was okay,” Killian answered haltingly, crossing the room to kiss her.

She pulled back, studying him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he shrugged. “What have we planned for dinner?”

She knew a diversion when she heard one and could tell by his body language something was bothering him. “Uh-uh. Nice try, buddy. Did something happen at work today?”

He dropped his eyes and began rubbing at his jaw with his thumb under his chin. Seeing one of his telltale nervous habits, Emma began to get a little worried. She stepped closer to run her hands up his chest, looping her arms around his neck.

“Talk to me, Killian,” she crooned. “You know you can tell me anything.”

He gripped her hips and dragged his eyes up to meet hers. “You know how I told you there was a new professor starting in the history department this week?” At her nod, he continued, “Well, she’s…a bit…flirtatious.”

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Summary: When Emma attempts to distract Captain Hook in the past, Killian doesn’t make it off his ship in time to slip away unnoticed.

Picking up exactly where Chapter 1 left off, Hook and Killian show Emma a very good time. The rating has now been raised to very E.

A/N: This has been a long time coming. I couldn’t let go of the idea ever since I wrote Chapter 1 and posted it back in December, literally creating the Doc for Chapter 2 the day I posted the first one lol. I have a bunch of wips but not a lot of time or energy lately, but I finally finished this one and can share it with you at last.

Huge shoutout and thank you to @veryverynotgoodwrites for being a wonderful friend and beta, and for helping this flow a lot better and keeping my paragraphs in order, and another to her and everyone else who has been super supportive throughout the long process of writing this. ❤️❤️❤️

Rated: E; Words: 5832 (6412 total); AO3; my Kinkmas AO3 series; Chapter 1 on tumblr.

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Hook released his hold on Emma’s hair and lowered his hand to her neck. He tugged at the clasp that held her cloak in place until it loosened, deftly caught the heavy material before it could fall to the floor, and tossed it out of their way.

“Are you going to join us, or are you just going to stand there and watch?” Hook jeered at Killian before surprising Emma with a forward shove.

Killian caught her in his arms, an apologetic look on his face for what he knew his past self was capable of and for how he’d already begun to treat her. Emma’s cheeks flushed, and she averted her eyes. Killian was surprised not only at her shyness, but at the fact that she hadn’t seemed bothered by Hook’s behavior at all. She shrugged, her hand on his bicep, thumb rubbing soothing, reassuring lines as if to say that this was more than okay.

“You want to see what’s underneath as much as I do, don’t you?” Hook goaded, closing the space he’d created between Emma and himself, pinning her between Killian’s chest and his own. Tucking the curve of his hook beneath her chin, he tipped back her head, making her hold Killian’s still hesitant gaze. “Have I lost my touch in the future? Am I no longer a pirate?” Hook asked snidely, gliding his hand up Emma’s side to cup her breast through her bodice. “She’s giving herself willingly to us, mate. Go on and take her.”

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Summary: Fulfilling the prompt from karlyfr13s - Smutty CS notion: sweet duckling Princess Emma stumbles on Dark Hook and is too intrigued for her own good…there are some things she just won’t tell Queen Snow 😉

A/N: Soooooo I meant to post this sooner. At first I put it off a little because I wanted to have more of chapter 5 written first. And well… I did figure out some notes of where I want to go with it, but I haven’t really touched the doc since—between work, life, lack of focus, and general exhaustion these days. But I want to work on it again, I just… can’t seem to get anywhere with writing lately. So I’m not waiting anymore, I’m not gonna keep you guys waiting longer, and I’m hoping that posting this chapter will get me back into the swing of writing it again.

Thank you again to @karlyfr13s for the original prompt. And a huge shoutout and lots of love to @veryverynotgoodwrites for continuing to beta this fic, for being an amazing friend (and fic cheerleader), and for getting me, helping me, and encouraging me to keep going. ❤️❤️❤️

Rated: E; Words (Ch4): 3140; AO3
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As soon as Emma stepped through the door to his quarters when she at last returned to his ship, the Dark One spun her around and slammed her against it, pressing his chest to her back as he grabbed a fistful of her hair and scraped his teeth along the side of her neck, sinking them into her flesh and laving over the mark with his tongue as he rutted against the curve of her ass. It was as if insatiable desire had completely consumed him, his actions and mannerisms already rougher than they had been even while he’d had her restrained in his bed. Emma shook her head to clear it as her mind tried to wander into much more sinister territories.

“Captain?” she questioned softly, the heightened pitch of her voice surely noticeable as she shivered at his touch and the uncertain thoughts it brought forth.

Tightening his grip, he tugged her golden locks and turned them toward the table in the center of the room, a wave of his hook swiping away the items on its surface with a quick burst of air. As paper floated away and metal clattered to the floor, the Dark One harshly bent her over the edge. Emma reached out to stop her face from hitting the hard wood, but the Dark One still managed to press her cheek against it before releasing his hold on her hair with a shove.

“You’ve been hiding things from me, little wench,” the Dark One growled as he lifted her skirts in the crook of his hook and gave her bare ass a firm slap. “You didn’t tell me you had magic.” He swatted her again, his handprint already turning bright red on her skin.

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Rating: chapter 1 might have been a soft M, but this one is definitely rated a hard M 😏 for smut and Killian’s dirty mouth

Summary: Emma appreciates Killian defending her honour. A ficlet for CS Halloweek 2021.

A/N: For @cshalloweek​ 2021. Fulfilling the prompts: Dance/grey (masquerade | honour | “you’re trembling” | enraged)

I am sorry this took me so long but here you go, the promised smutty follow-up!  (unbetad and hardly edited at all because I’m in a hurry to get it posted lol So please excuse any mistakes!) Hope you enjoy. :)

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Honour, Chapter 2

“Now, Emma, tell me, what shall I do to you first? But keep in mind, you’re being punished.”

He grins wickedly as he releases her and stands up, one brow raised as he watches her.

“Take off your clothes, love, quickly now, and think about it.”

Emma doesn’t bother with putting on a show for him. He’d specified quickly, and it might be her fastest stripping yet. Bared to him, she lies back against the pillows, legs spread invitingly. 

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Strapped with a Bow

On the tenth day of Kinkmas, the prompt list gave to me: hair pulling or bondage

Summary: A bit of roleplay. Emma crossed Captain Hook and faces her punishment.

A/N: Shoutout and thank you to @motherkatereloyshipper for betaing all of the prompt fics for me, and to everyone who read sneak previews of these along the way. ❤️ I’ll be posting daily for the rest of the prompts.

Inspired by the prompt list shared by @ahufflepuffhobbit

I completely forgot to post this here yesterday oops

Rated: E; Words: 435; AO3; my Kinkmas AO3 series

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Whack.

Emma yelped as the leather strap cracked against her bare ass yet again, already bright red and sore from his treatment. Killian had her pinned against the wall, pressing his arm across the back of her shoulders, the textured wall scraping against her breasts with pinpricks of pain that only seemed to heighten her pleasure. Her wrists were tied tightly together and carefully secured above her head.

“Let me hear you,” he growled as he twisted his hook in her hair and yanked before striking her once more. “It’s what you deserve, little wench.” Whack. Whack. “Did you really think you could cross me without consequences?”

“Fuck,” Emma whimpered, earning herself another crack. “No,” she answered, gritting her teeth and bracing herself for more, “I was counting on them, Captain.”

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Merry Christmas @ive-always-been-a-pirate!! It’s me, Secret Santa! It’s been fun chatting with you throughout the season. Here is your gift, I really hope you enjoy reading it. Wishing you a happy Christmas surrounded with love, laughter, and joy!

Rated M Words 10.3K ao3 ffnet

Summary: When the staff holiday party is canceled due to not enough interest, Emma’s sister-in-law decides to take matters into her own hands. One lovebird infested guest list, a really weird dream, and a quiet evening out later, will Emma have the courage to ask her long time, not to mention gorgeous friend and colleague, who she’s had a crush on for ages, to attend the party with her so they are not the only two there without a date?

A/N: Based on a real life scenario, in which I decided to host an unofficial company holiday gathering at my home after the actual company holiday party was canceled by HR, due to not meeting the fancy pants restaurant minimum of 100 people wanting to attend. That and playing Cards Against Humanity are where the similarities end though. Plus, there were some great one-liners from this post - https://mirclealignr.tumblr.com/post/669674956399017984/xmas-prompt-list-scenarios-decorating-the

Thank you @cssecretsanta2020 for hosting this event!

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Summary: Fulfilling the prompt from karlyfr13s - Smutty CS notion: sweet duckling Princess Emma stumbles on Dark Hook and is too intrigued for her own good…there are some things she just won’t tell Queen Snow 😉

A/N: Sorry for the big delay getting this chapter posted. Between irl stuff, Halloweek, exhaustion from work, and other things going on rn, CaS(CaH) kind of got unintentionally set aside, as much as I love writing it. But I’ve finally remembered to change the chapter total to a question mark because yes there will be even more Dark Hook Duckling sexiness and maybe a dash more of plot as it goes along, and I’m not sure how much there will be yet. I have chapter 4 mostly written and a start to a chapter 5, but I need to get myself back into the mindset for this fic when I’m able to focus better again. I’ve also got several OS wips I’m bouncing between in the meantime to keep words flowing.

Emma gets a bit of revenge in this chapter for what the Dark One did at the end of Chapter 2, so hopefully that makes up for everyone having to wait for more. lol

Thank you again to @karlyfr13s for the original prompt, and a huge shoutout and lots of love to @veryverynotgoodwrites for continuing to beta this fic.

Rated: E; Words (Ch3): 3650; AO3
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There he is.

After endless weeks of raging hormones and dissatisfaction, Emma finally found him again, seated in the opposite corner of the tavern as she entered discreetly. She knew he’d seen her as he stood and turned toward the exit, glancing back over his shoulder and waggling a brow at her before he walked out the door.

Oh no. He was not getting away this time.

Emma immediately left the way she’d entered and stalked around the building, and this time it was she who had surprised him.

“Just where do you think you’re going, Captain?” she asked, her sword at his throat as she backed him against the wall of the building. She tried to keep her tone threatening, but he only seemed amused.

“I’ve already had my refreshments, so I thought I’d return to my ship,” he answered simply, smirking as he leaned into the blade and watched the way she swallowed as she attempted to steel her resolve. “Unless you’ve other plans for me, perhaps?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” Emma angled her sword, teasing behind his ear with the honed edge without departing from his neck. “I’m not waiting any longer, Dark One.”

“Ooh,” he cooed, “you’re an insatiable little wench, aren’t you?” The Dark One raised his arms in sarcastic surrender and held Emma’s gaze as he took a confident step forward, forcing her backward as he called her bluff until her back hit the adjacent wall. “Can’t get enough of the Dark One, can you?” His hand shot to hers, the hilt secure in both of their grasps as he guided the blade under her chin, her jaw quivering despite her stubborn attempts to show only strength. “What must your mother and father think of their sweet little princess?” Flames raged behind his eyes, but he’d ignited a fire in hers as well.

“They’ve had their share of adventures. I’m entitled to mine.” Her defensive tone visibly excited him, and Emma tried to ignore the sting of falling into his trap as she continued. “My choices are exactly that: mine. And I want what I was promised.”

Laughter bubbled up from within him, clearly entertained as he lowered and sheathed her sword, his hand moving from the hilt to her hip as he pulled her close.

“Who am I to deny the crown? Besides a pirate, of course.” He tipped her head back as the curve of his hook brushed across her forehead and stopped at her temple. “I’ll give you what you want and more, my darling. But tell me,” his mouth met hers for a moment before making its way to her pulse point, “shall we return to my ship where you can scream to your heart’s content while I ravish you, or shall we go back inside and claim a room so that everyone can hear how you fall apart for your Captain?” He nuzzled and nipped at her neck as his hand gently traveled up and down her back, and for a moment she almost wanted to have him there in the daylight.

“Inside,” she answered, impatient and breathless. “I want them to hear how the Dark One falls apart for his princess.” She could feel his grin, could feel the rumble of his growl against her skin before he leaned back and offered her his arm.

“As you wish, my dear.”

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Summary: Emma gives Killian a secret, under-his-desk bj while he plays videogames online with their friend(s). (He gets some revenge, too.)

Prompted by @holdingoutforapiratehero and @anothersworld. ❤️❤️

Rated: E; Words: 2949; read it on AO3

A/N: It’s porn, guys. Cheesy, fun to write porn. I hope you enjoy. ❤️

Shoutout to @ultraluckycatnd for beta-ing this. 😘❤️

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When Henry started teaching Killian how to play videogames, Emma thought it would be a good way for them to bond that wouldn’t involve her kid wielding a sword, or at least only a virtual one at most. But Killian’s interest quickly grew into an obsession, and soon the gaming craze spread until Robin, the Merry Men, Will Scarlet, Ruby, and even both Belle and Emma’s own father had a modest setup. The Emma button was never exactly ignored, but when his phone buzzed like clockwork, Killian dashed to his headset for another round.

In a life full of monsters and curses off the screen, Emma just wanted some time for the two of them to catch up for once.

She thought they might finally have a moment when Henry stayed over Regina’s. Sitting on the couch in each other’s embrace, her legs draped over his, she snuggled into him. Her head rested on Killian’s shoulder as his hand tenderly stroked her arm and held her closer. He kissed her forehead and started to speak, but a sudden buzzing interrupted him as his phone lit up with a text notification from Robin.

Ignore it, just once, please.

Killian set the phone aside, but it drew his gaze as another message appeared. And another. When his screen was consumed by Robin’s name over a rendering of his animated counterpart and the pulsing buzz of a call, Emma sat up with a sigh and swung her legs off his lap.

“Go,” she said with a soft roll of her eyes and a resigned smile. The sheepish, apologetic look in his eyes as he scratched behind his ear was endearing enough to win her over. He’d just have to pay her back for it later.

“Emma—”

“Go.” She gestured to his phone and ushered him upstairs with a wave.

“Oi, mate,” he answered into the phone as he bounded to the room with his system, “give me just a minute, I’m almost on.”

Once Killian made it upstairs, Emma let out an exasperated breath and walked to the kitchen for some coffee. As the machine whirred and brewed, her mind wandered. Perhaps she could play a game of her own. She left her mug on the counter and quietly ascended the stairs. Peeking through the doorway, she saw it was only he and Robin online that night. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she stepped into the room and carefully evaded the webcam’s view.

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A Silverfox!Killian Captain Wench AU of sorts, inspired by this lovely edit made by @itsfabianadocarmo

Summary: Emma intends to give herself a night of relaxing recreation at a tavern, where she has a chance encounter with none other than Captain Hook. He’s a bit older than she’d pictured from the tales about him but no less handsome, so she decides to find out if he’s still on his game. After a bit of conversation, he invites her back to his ship, and with a teasing question and a dangerous promise, the pair head out for a night they certainly won’t forget.

Rated: E; Words: 6058; read it on AO3

A/N: Just a heads up that there is a relevant age gap in this fic. Killian’s arbitrary older age comes up a few times, and he calls Emma “little wench” kind of a lot. They are both consenting adults and it’s not ddlg or similar, but I just want to mention it in case that’s squicky too. It also got a bit rougher than I’d originally planned for this since it is a “punishment” of sorts, though honestly if you’ve read my other fics, I’ve written similar roughness before.

Shoutout and thank you to @xhookswenchx for beta-ing this for me and reassuring me about the ending. ❤️

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Emma Swan arrived at the tavern with intentions of drinking her weight in rum and distracting herself from the pressures of princesshood with a good time. The alcohol would also serve as a backup plan if it were better to forget the night altogether, so she would at least have one less to weigh on her either way.

She hadn’t expected to meet Captain Hook.

The Captain Hook, seated at a table in the corner surrounded by women and men alike, and already plenty of drinks. The ruthless man of legend, whose piracy extended from the sea to many a bed (if one could be so lucky), laughing with the crowd as he rolled his dice and downed another glass. He didn’t appear to be the danger he was rumored to be then. Flecks of silver highlighted his dark hair, subtle lines creased at the corners of his eyes as he smiled and cheered, and even his hand seemed gentle as he waved at the barkeep to bring another round. Perhaps time had softened him since the original tales of his youth were formed.

Emma was determined to find out. Loosening the laces at the front of her corset and ruffling her curls, she approached his table with a swing in her step and slapped her palms on the surface as she leaned toward him with a taunting wiggle of her shoulders.

“What are you boys playing?” She purred, and she knew she’d captured his attention from that very moment. His mouth fell open and his tongue prodded inside his cheek as he scanned her figure, his eyes lingering for a moment when they flicked back down before meeting her gaze, and she smirked knowingly.

“Why don’t you join us and find out, lass?” He stood for a moment, offering his hand and kissing hers when she took it, then offering her a seat. “Killian Jones, at your service.”

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