Anonymous asked:

31 cs

Answer:

Gracias for the prompt! :) Seen a couple amazing ones for this – hope I did it justice. (And I will get to the rest of the ones I received, I promise.) <3 

Prostitute/client AU. 

(You Can Lay With Me So It Doesn’t Hurt.)

It’s startling, how he seems to know her, exactly where she likes to be touched, how hard – the exact angle of his hips and speed of his thrusts to make her see stars, eyes rolling to the back of her head, need coiling around her as she pants.

(And dammit, this is supposed to be about him, being whatever he wants her to be for the next few hours, succumbing to whatever fantasies he’s conjured up in that…ridiculously all-too-handsome- head of his, but she can’t bring herself to care, not when he’s making her feel like this, and when he chances a look in her eyes, making her feel transparent and grounded all at once –– she almost, almost forgets about what this really is.)

Read More

Once Upon A Time Captain Swan CS ff Lookie words My fic

Anonymous asked:

cs + 19

Answer:

Thanks! :)

Parents meeting when they take their kids to class AU.

They’re running late – very – late, the first time he meets her. (He nearly topples over her in his haste, dragging his son up the stairs towards the front entrance. Not exactly the impression he’d like to make.)

“Forgive me, lass – I wasn’t looking. In a bit of a rush.”

She offers a noncommittal wave of her hand. “No, it’s fine. First day back’s crazy for everyone.” And then she squints. “Lass?” 

"It’s the English in me, I’m afraid," he offers with a shrug.

She smiles (it’s a gorgeous smile, he notes) before facing the boy he fears is currently plotting to make a run for it, straight back to their apartment.  “And who might you be?”

"I’m Ben,” he says, shyly, slowly extending his hand out for her to shake.

She looks up at him, with an amused, and somewhat impressed grin.

(If it’s one thing he’s stressed with the boy, it’s manners.)

"Hello there, Ben," she answers, shaking his hand. "My name’s Emma. You know, I think you’re about my son’s age. Are you in Miss Blanchard’s class too?"

(That gains his attention, as she looks rather young to have a child entering the third grade already.)

He nods. “I don’t want to go.”

"Aye. And thus the reason we’re running behind this morning. We’re still getting adjusted to the move, isn’t that right, buddy? I tried to reassure him there was nothing to fear."

"Ah, I see," she replies. "Well, you know, Henry and I were new last year. And he was a bit nervous too. But I promise it gets easier."

Ben’s eyes widen, a trace of a smile on his lips.”Yeah?”

"How about I walk you guys in - you can meet him."

He wants to tell her she doesn’t have to – she was already on her way out, but is cut off before he has the chance.

"Okay," Ben answers, immediately, smiling and Emma reaches out to hold his hand as they continue up the steps.

He mouths a ‘thank you’ to her, as she tosses a glance back his way with something akin to understanding laced back in her features.                                              

                                                    ♥ ♥ ♥

Th lad immediately runs to his mother’s side when they enter the classroom, full of energy and a  mop of light brown hair. “Hey! Did I forget something?”

She shakes her head. “Nope. I ran into Ben here, and his father –”

(Great. For all his hampering on manners, in his rush, he’d completely forgotten to introduce himself.) “Killian. Killian Jones – Though I believe it was I who ran into you.”

"Right," she continues, tucking a strand of hair behind her ears, with a smile. "They’re new here."

Henry seems to get the gist, and offers a smile of his own before turning his attention toward Ben.

"Hey! You’re gonna love it here. And Miss Blanchard’s the best. Well, so I hear." He stops and gestures with his head. "Come on, you can sit with me."

"Okay, sure. Thanks," Ben replies, and Killian’s incredibly relieved. "Cool backpack, by the way. Captain Hook your favorite too?"                                                

                                                    ♥ ♥ ♥

"You are a God sent," he tells her as they’re on their way out. "Thank you for back there, truly."

"It’s nothing, really. Like I said – we’ve been there."

"He just," he takes a breath, "hasn’t had the easiest time of it – so again, my gratitude."

She nods slowly, before titling her head at him. “Single parent too?”

He clears his throat. “Aye. His mother passed a couple years back.”

Her face falls. “I am so sorry.  I really didn’t mean to pry or anything.” 

"No, no. It’s quite alright, love," and he’s not sure what it is about this woman that makes it feel so…easy for him to talk.

(Ben’s not the only one having a hard time adjusting.)

She raises an eye-brow. “Love now, is it?”

He chuckles. “Apologies, Miss –”

"Swan,” she answers. “It’s Emma Swan.” 

"Swan," he repeats. And as beautiful of a name Emma is, Swan suits her.

“I actually have to get to work. But,” she pauses and bites her lip, “but I’ll see you back here this afternoon?”

"Most assuredly."
                                                   ♥ ♥ ♥

As it turns out, the boys get along famously (Captain Hook, is indeed Henry’s favorite), and after a successful first day, at her son’s insistence their new friends are invited over for dinner at the end of the week. (“I really like them, mom.” “I know. I like them too, kid.”)

One dinner, turns into two, before it’s almost a weekly thing. Along with play dates and trips to the park –– 

She finally tells him about Henry’s father over coffee one day, he opens up to her about his late wife. Explains that Ben is hers from a previous marriage. 

It’s three months in on their first official date when he thanks her for making this place home for him and his son.

(She’s not sure how to explain, that even after being here for over a year, that they’ve done the same for them.)

Once Upon A Time Captain Swan CS FF More words:) my fic