#you remove all the “girlfriend” context and there's not a lick of a relationship seen between violet and minnie after the few are taken

[voltstone]

I HAVE MORE PROOF VIOLET AND MINNIE WERE NEVER ✨A THING✨ I SWEAR

plus how violentine is better bpd relationship. i mean what? hm?

i dont know what spawn within be woke me up from a dead sleep but here we are.

violet gots bpd (…probably). bpd idealization is not at all a good thing and is actually a sign of a rough connection. also, there's a taste of how identity plays into it.

and stuff. but whatever. nobody likes talking about bpd and i'll just sit here and rot or something.

okay, i'm being dramatic. lol. i'll go work on other essays. this is the one that it coms from btw.

[itsmefromyt]

Struggle pt. 1 ❤️‍🔥 ~ Wanda x Y/n smut

Words: 1.05k

Context: Wanda is on a mission, Y/n is lonely and very- very needy

⚠️Smut, Masturbation, Fingering⚠️

⛔️18+⛔️

You arrived at your room and sat on the ground rubbing your hands on your eyes out of being overwhelmed. It had been a long night and you haven't seen Wanda all week since she'd been gone on a mission. 

At Tony's party Nat and Maria displayed their relationship in your face the entire time. Just the thought of Maria slowly grinding her ass against Nat to the beat of "Gimme More" made you want to punch them but also it awakened something in you. The thought of you doing that to Wanda made you groan to just think about. You gently glided your panties, feeling the puddle growing and realized you needed to do something about this.

You get up from your sulk and rapidly rummaged around your room to find where you set your dildo but couldn't find it. Groaning in annoyance you sit down on the bed. 

You held up your hand and whispered, "Sure you don't have the Witch's magic touch but you'll do."

As you placed your middle finger into yourself you could only think about one person- that mother fucking milf.

You lay back and groan as you placed the finger in, gliding your finger to where you like it. As you tried to place your thumb on your clit you were annoyed at the displeasure.

You inserted your ring finger in to try to make yourself pleased but that just dried you out. You thrusted the fingers back and forth begging for pleasure but with no success.

"Struggling?" A familiar voice says.

"WANDA!!" You almost run to greet your girlfriend but soon realize what you're doing.

"Spare keys are useful when wanting to surprise you or I guess catch your partner struggle to make herself cum even though I seem to be really good at it." Wanda smiles as she walks towards you

You try to cover up with a blanket but Wanda takes the covering with a smirk.

"Let me see my kitten try to cum." She states while licking her lips.

Your face reddens as you start rocking your hips to the movement of the two fingers. You start groaning as you feel more pleasure with Wanda here- even if her magic fingers aren't thrusting inside of you right now. You groan in frustration and in one swift motion, you remove the two appendages from your main hole.

"Fuck Wanda just finger me." You state blankly, staring at the redhead.

She crosses her arms, "I want to hear you beg." She states while inching towards the bed.

You smirk and sit up, ending on your knees right under her on the edge of the bed. "Please mommy fuck me hard I need you mommy please give your pet pity I'll do anything..." You grip the zipper of her pants but don't pull down quite yet, "...anything."

In one swift motion Wanda grabs your neck and pushes you down onto the bed, "You don't get to touch this until I make you squirt." She smirks while on top of you

You don't say anything in response you just nod politely in awe of her beauty inches from your face. She picks you up and places you further up on the bed, giving her more access to lick your pussy clean.

Wanda starts kissing you on the neck, making marks that your dad will see in the morning. She skillfully starts to unbutton your dress shirt from the party prior. She takes off the tie and uses it to start choking you.

"How's it feel?" Wanda says while multitasking choking you with your black tie and toying with your nipples under your shirt.

"F-F-Fucking amazing mommy." You choke out

"Good." Wanda states

She releases the tie, making your head hit the pillow. She rips open your shirt and removes your tie, smirking at your black laced bra. As she licks your neck, Wanda removed your bra with one hand. 

"So hard!" She mutters as she sees your nipples.

"Just lick my pussy please!" You moan out, getting impatient 

Wanda adjusts so she is face to face with you.

"You are impatient aren't you?" She whispers in your ear, "Well lucky for you mommy wants to fuck you until you can't sit up for three weeks."

You moan at that thought, you thought you were about to bust if she whispered one more word to you.

Wanda licks her way down to your pussy. She swipes her middle finger through your split, making your purr. With feeling how wet you are, she smirks and sticks a finger in.

"Fuck Wanda that's the stuff." You mutter out through sounds of pleasure

She smirks while she grinds her fingers crashing the top and bottom of your pussy in one wave. Her scandalous thumb rubs your clit with ease. You groan with every swipe of your nerve ends. You bite your hand to try to silence your pleasure.

"Oh is my puppy gonna cum on mommy?" Wanda chuckles

"Y-Y-Y-Y-Yes m-m-mommy." You somehow manage to mutter out

"Then let me help you out." Wanda smirks as she moves her head down to the motherload.

Her tongue swirls your opening making you wet. She pumps her tongue up down rapidly. The pressure and pleasure you were feeling made your back start to arch. Suddenly your eyes start swirling and you start loudly moaning uncontrollably.

Through your moans you somehow make out the words, "IM GONNA CUM MOMMY OH FUCK!" 

Wanda, remembering your poor neighbors (Natasha and Maria), crawls up your body and to your ear, whispering, "Show- don't tell." 

Right as she said that you start moaning more than you ever have before, practically screaming into your pillow. As Wanda's tonge enters again you can't control yourself.

You tighten as you ask, "PLE-"

Before you finish your words the witch replies with, "Yes, go ahead."

At those words you release a white flood in wanda's mouth and some squirted out of you and landed on your face. Wanda chuckles as she helps you finish off with her fingers, rubbing the cum on your edges.

As you finish, Wanda comes up to kiss your body but you remember the promise she made you.

"Baby let me touch you now... please." You say, looking down at her sucking on your nipple.

"Who said you could d-" She tries to say

Before she could finish her words you had adjusted so you could grip her chin, pointing it at you. Wanda whimpers at this movement. 

You smirk as you say, "You're mine."

"Yes, mommy." Wanda replies as if she hadn't been fucking you two seconds prior. 

A/n:

Comment if y'all want a part 2!!

Hopefully this is good as a first time writer!

[luffles424]

Pay Attention

☼ Pairing: Seokjin x reader

☼ Genre: smut, established relationship, PWP

☼ Count: 2.1K

☼ Warnings: masturbation (f), teasing, slight overstimulation, fingering, pussy slapping, spanking, dom!Jin, bratty reader, clothed sex (sorta, Jin’s fully dressed but you’re not), riding, multiple orgasms, creampie, praise kink, cockwarming 

☼ Summary: You’ve seen the TikTok challenge going around, people walking up to their SOs naked while the other is gaming and seeing what their reaction it. Lucky for you, your boyfriend just happens to be an avid gamer and so you decide to try the challenge out for yourself. 

☼ a/n: I kept seeing people talk about this in the context of doing it to Jungkook (which is valid) but Jin is just as much of a gamer and he deserves his time too. I can’t believe I wrote something short finally lmao

Let me know what you think! My ask box is always open ~ 💙💙💙💙

You peek into the office, seeing Jin exactly where you expected him, hunched over the computer and muttering to himself while playing MapleStory. It’s exactly where you want him too. You’d seen the challenge going around online, people walking up to their gaming SOs while naked and filming the response. While you can’t film Jin’s response, you can still have fun with the idea. 

You slip into the room, crossing the short distance to where your boyfriend sits oblivious. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, lips brushing his ear. 

“What’re you up to, Jinnie?” You coo. 

His hand abandons the mouse briefly to squeeze your arm, but he remains wholly focused on the screen before him. “Since we have the week off, figured I’d finally get some gaming hours in.”

You pout when he doesn’t turn to look at you so you release him to lean against the desk beside him, where he’ll have no choice but to see your current state of undress. You run your fingers lightly up his arm, hoping to draw just enough attention that he’ll look over at you. 

Your touch succeeds, he gives you a quick glance and smile before double taking, lips parting. His second gaze linger only moments longer than the first, much to your dismay, before he’s turned back to the computer, an amused twist to his lips as he speaks. “Doing some laundry, princess?”

You glower at him, why was he so unphased by this? All the videos you’d seen had way better reactions. If it weren’t for the smirk on his face, you’d think Jin hadn’t even noticed your current state. “No. I’m not.”

He raises an eyebrow. “No? Could’ve fooled me.”

You shove at his shoulder, causing him to snicker as he doesn’t budge an inch. Stupid jerk. “You suck.” You mutter as you push yourself off his desk, moving to sulk on the couch behind him, his continued laughter following you. 

You sink into the cushions, watching your boyfriend continue his game like his girlfriend isn’t sitting naked right behind him. That’s the last time you ever listen to the internet for something to do. This just proved to be disappointing. And now you’re cold. You wonder what else you could do to gain his attention when an idea hits you, something that would definitely warm you up as well. 

You smirk, shifting your position slightly and letting your hands trail up your stomach to your breasts. You hum, giving them a squeeze before your fingers find your nipples and pinch, causing you to gasp. 

You see Jin pause at the noise, head tilted just slightly but then he resumes playing once again. You lick your lips, nothing small will do. You know how stubborn he is and how into his game he can get. You’re going to just have to go straight to the big guns. You part your legs, propping one up on the edge of the couch, making sure you’re spread out nicely for Jin to see when he turns around because what you’re about to do is definitely going to catch his attention. One hand slides down your body, fingers ghosting over your folds. Your mouth drops open at the sensation, it’s been awhile since you’ve taken the time to play with yourself. Jin usually far too eager to lend a helpful hand, not that you’re complaining, his fingers are vastly superior to yours. Your fingers delve between your folds, running the length of your slit to spread your slick. 

You circle your clit and let out a soft whimper, eyes trained on Jin’s form. You see his back straighten at the noise and attention makes you grow bolder. You against your clit, rubbing circles and doing nothing to hold back your moans. You can see Jin’s jaw work for a moment, before he finally caves and glances over his shoulder at you. 

His eyes widen in shock when he sees you sprawled out on the couch, fingers playing with your pussy. You don’t know what he thought he’d see when he turned around, but you drink in the hungry look that takes over the shock. 

Your fingers move, slipping one into your heat and you let out a groan. Jin turns fully towards you, game completely abandoned now. You smirk in victory, letting another finger slip inside you. He licks his lips, scooting closer in his chair, hand reaching out for your knee when he’s close enough. 

You shake it off. “Ah, ah. None of that. Pay attention, baby. You wanted to play your game so badly, then you get to just sit there and watch me get off.”

He gapes at you. “You can’t be serious.”

You drop your leg to spread yourself further, eyes lidded as you hold Jin’s gaze. “Completely.” You giggle, pumping your fingers and letting your head fall back.

His eyes move back and forth between your face and watching the way your fingers disappear inside you. He licks his lips again, eyes holding an edge of anger in them. 

“Baby, please,” he begs, voice tight. 

You shake your head, other hand slipping down to join the first so you can circle your clit while you fuck yourself with your fingers. Your eyes slip shut as you feel the coil in your belly tightening, the thrill of Jin being forced to watch and not touch only serves to increase your pleasure. You pump your fingers faster, moans and whimpers falling from your lips. If the drag of your fingers against your walls didn’t feel so good, you’d open your eyes just to watch the way Jin struggles to hold himself back. Your back bows, a gasp leaving your lips as your orgasm rushes through you. 

You’re so caught up in keeping your fingers going, drawing your pleasure out for as long as possible that you miss Jin moving until his hands land with a light slap against your thighs before his grip firm. You open your eyes, chastising words on the tip of your tongue when his grip tightens to the point of bruising and you gasp. His whole demeanor has shifted, the amusement is gone, gaze hard as he stares you down. 

“Oh, no princess. You had your fun. But it’s time you remembered who’s in charge here,” he growls. 

You gulp as he makes quick work of removing your fingers from your pussy, surprising you when he simply replaces them with his. Whining, you squirm in oversensitivity, but his grip on your thigh keeps you from moving. He smirks, fingers working slowly, watching the way you shudder with every press of his fingers against your g-spot. 

His fingers work slowly, teasingly slow. “You got yourself so wet and ready for me, princess,” he coos. “Such a cute girl, trying to act like you were in charge.” His smile turns slightly condescending, but he also seems amused at what you tried to do. The flickering emotions make it incredibly hard to gage what he’s going to do to you as punishment. 

“I-” Your retort, apology, words are cut off by the sudden removal of his fingers, quickly followed by a sharp sting as he slaps your pussy. You gasp as the pain melts away to a pleasant burn, pussy clenching as you blink up at Jin. 

He tilts his head. “I don’t think I asked for a response. I think your little game spoke volumes, princess.”

He slaps your pussy again and you whine, causing him to deliver another smack, slick dripping from you as you squirm, unsure if you want more or for it to stop. His fingers find your throbbing pussy, rubbing soothingly for a moment before his fingers swipe through the mess. He holds the glistening digits up, tsking as he inspects them. His hand comes down on your pussy once more.

“My, you certainly got yourself worked up teasing me, didn’t you princess?”

“‘M sorry,” you murmur, blinking up at him with wide, wet eyes. 

He looks you over for a moment before he’s sitting back in his chair, tugging his cock out of his sweats. He strokes his cock slowly, your eyes glued to the way his fingers just barely overlap when wrapped around his girth. You wanted him inside you already, wanted the stretch that you love so much. “Come show me how sorry you are, princess. Ride me.”

You scramble off the couch, climbing into his lap and he chuckles at your eagerness, hand finding your hip to help guide you down onto his cock. You swear as he bottoms out, all the times you’ve fucked, you don’t think you’ll ever get used to that first stretch of him. The slight burn that borders on almost too much before you just feel so perfectly full. You tangle your hands in his hair to pull him into a messy kiss as you begin to move your hips. 

He groans against your lips. “God princess, always so tight and eager for me, hm? Fuck, you’re so wet.”

You nod, lips not leaving his, letting your movements be answer enough. His hands find your ass, squeezing as he helps you move. His fingers dig into your ass as you clench around him, the way his cock drags against your walls leaves you breathless. One hand leaves your ass and you’re so absorbed in the way Jin fills you that you don’t realize what’s about to happen until his hand descends against your ass, leaving the skin stinging in his wake. Your fingers tighten in his hair when he spanks you again.  

“I’m sorry, princess. But I don’t think just giving you what you want is teaching you a very good lesson.” He halts your movement and you squirm in his lap, attempting to regain some of your pleasure. You cry out when his hand lands on your ass again, harder this time. 

You try to blink away the tears that spring to your eyes. He shushes you, hand rubbing softly at the smarting skin. He grabs your thighs just under your ass, helping resume your movements.

“That’s it. Such a good girl. See, that wasn’t so bad, hm? It could’ve been much worse. You deserved a worse punishment for your little game. But I’m feeling generous tonight, princess.” He murmurs, eyes trailing over your face as it contorts with pleasure. 

“Jinnie, please.” You beg, feeling pleasure rising again, the love seeping into his gaze as he watches making you feel warm all over. 

“Need to cum, princess? Once not enough for you? Such a greedy girl.”

You shake your head. “Wanna cum on your cock.”

His lips trail along your jaw to nip at your neck as his hand slips between the two of you and his fingers find your clit. “Cum for me then, princess. Milk my cock like a good girl.”

He circles your clit a handful of times before you’re cumming with a gasp of his name. His fingers slow before pulling away so he can grab both of your hips to fuck up into you and chase his own release. His head falls back against his chair, a low groan leaving him as you feel his cock throb in your still spasming pussy as he cums, filling you with his release. 

You slump against him, face buried in his neck. This wasn’t exactly how you planned to happen, but you got what you wanted in the end. You feel the rumble of laughter in his chest and then his hands are sliding up to rub soothingly at your back. You melt against him, knowing you should get up and clean up, maybe start talking about dinner plans. You know if you don’t do it now, Jin will get too absorbed in something and forget. You resolve to get up just as soon as you stop feeling so boneless. 

You feel Jin moving the chair, but pay it no mind until his hands leave your back and you hear his game start up again. You attempt to sit up, but one of his hands is quick to push you back into the position you had been in with your head tucked into his shoulder. You make an indignant noise, attempting to sit up again but he holds you firmly against him. 

“No, no, princess. You wanted my cock, you’ve got it. Be good for me while I play, yeah?” He presses a kiss to the side of your head, pausing to whisper in your ear. “If you’re good for me, then I’ll give you a reward.”

You squirm slightly at his words, his cock still hard in you. His hand leaves your head and you hear the game pick up once more. A devious smirk pulls at your lips, looks like your fun is just beginning. 

[ladyknightskye]

FYDL Day 10 - Reprogrammed (Dangerous Territory)

Organization: Autism Speaks

Title: Reprogrammed

Prompt: Dangerous Territory

Characters: Darcy Lewis, the Winter Soldier, Alexander Pierce, Brock Rumlow

Relationship: Darcy Lewis/James “Bucky” Barnes, WinterShock

Continuity: Pre-CA: The Winter Soldier Canon Divergent, happening concurrent to canonical events of Iron Man 3

Warnings: Implications of rape and torture

This is technically not the sequel to the previous drabble I submitted (Negotiations) as there are several drabbles between the two, but this one was inspired by the prompt, maybe with a little more emphasis on Dangerous than territory. If you’d like to check out the events between the two, then you can check out Darcy Lewis & the Winter Soldier on AO3. However, that’s usually updated later in the evening (East Coast NA time) so don’t be surprised if Negotiations is the final chapter. Just means I haven’t gotten the chance to update there yet. Thank you!

The sound of Darcy’s ragged breaths were the only thing that echoed through the apartment. The HYDRA agents that surrounded them all had weapons leveled at her, and James was being restrained by the big guys. The one who the others called Rumlow had led the incursion into their apartment. When Darcy had frantically called to JARVIS the AI had not responded. Tony Stark was MIA as was Pepper Potts, Bruce was off somewhere visiting his girlfriend, and Captain America was in Washington. She and James were the only occupants of the Tower, and these mooks had made it in by posing as SHIELD agents.

           When she said as much, the one called Rumlow laughed. “Honey, we didn’t pose. We are SHIELD agents.”

           That had made her blanch. “I will say, I’m a bit surprised,” the thug went on, “I didn’t think the Winter Soldier would really be held docile by us putting a gun to your head.”

           Darcy’s eyes slid to James. His face was blank, but his eyes were glassy and his pupils blown wide. His skin was clammy white, and she could even see veins beneath his skin. He was afraid, and his terror drove hers. “What are you going to do to us?”

           “Now, we’re going to do what we have to,” another masculine voice said. In strode a familiar red-headed gentleman.

           “But you’re . . . Alexander Pierce! You’re the head of the World Security Council!” Darcy cried out. “The fuck!”

           He gave her a false smile, and a nod. “I see you know me,” he said calmly. “And I know who you are.  Darcy Lewis, the woman who felled and tamed the Winter Soldier. You’ve had your fun, now I need the Soldier back.”

           “You bastard!” she shouted. “You’re one of the fuckers who tortured him! You sonsabitches!”

           The thug holding her reached out and slapped her. “Show some respect.”

           “Now, we don’t need any of that,” Pierce said. “You’ll get to have your fun with Ms. Lewis soon enough.”

           Darcy felt her blood run cold. She knew that she was in dangerous territory here, but damn. Damn. Damn. She had already seen the one guy fingering his knife, and Rumlow had licked his lips while eyeing her breasts. In her political science studies she’d done enough reading to know about the sick things that could happen to women in times of war. And from the sounds of the monologue Pierce had just lapsed into for whose benefit she didn’t know, that’s what he believed they were waging. Or winning. Or something. The point being, Darcy realized damn well that her only chance of getting out of here was a traumatized victim of torture.

           And then things got worse.

           Taking a red notebook from one of the mooks, Pierce began speaking in Russian. The words were delivered slowly, deliberately, and with relish. James struggled at first, but what ever bindings they were using were keeping him in line. Darcy whispered, “James.”

           But she could tell that James wasn’t there anymore. The man who had revealed a love of cookies and fondness for science fiction movies was gone. Instead, there was only the Winter Soldier. She felt tears slide down her cheeks, despair closing her throat. “James.”

           Pierce was looking smug as he addressed the Soldier, gesturing for his restraints to be removed. “Good evening, Soldier.”

           However, his look quickly turned to one of astonishment as the Soldier faced Darcy. “Ready to comply.”

           “What?” she asked softly.

           “Ready to comply.” The Winter Soldier’s blank eyes bored into hers. “Awaiting orders.”

           Darcy lost all ability to breathe. Pierce looked apoplectic. “What is going on? Soldier, I am your commander for this mission!”

           Those eyes turned deadly, and they turned on Pierce. “My commander is Darcy Lewis. My Handler is Darcy Lewis.”

           That’s when it hit her. The sessions with Agent Romanoff. What had the woman told her? “If he asks for a mission, give him one.” At the time the words of advice had seemed odd seeing as they were discussing James’s favorite cookies, but now, it made perfect sense. “Soldier,” she croaked, “get me out of here safely, with minimal casualties.”

           He turned fluidly, with all the deadly grace of a big cat. He disarmed one of the thugs, and proceeded to put the royal smack down on Rumlow and his merry band of ne’er do wells. Pierce didn’t even try to put up a fight, and stepped back out of the room as James came back for Darcy. He gathered her up and escaped the building.

             The sun rose and Darcy was cuddled up against the Winter Soldier. However, this time she wasn’t nervous or afraid. “You had Romanoff help you circumvent the programming.”

           “Yes,” he answered. She smiled, and the Winter Soldier felt James rise up a little bit more. He could not fight his trigger words, and would lose out to the Soldier, but his programming had been predicated on someone without memories. The Soldier was an asset, a tool, a weapon who had no context, no real morality. If his handler told him it was the right thing to do, then that was that. Underneath the Soldier had always been a man, just a man with no context outside of the lies fed to him by HYDRA. He had tweaked it, moved it around with the help of Agent Romanoff so that he wasn’t just anyone’s tool. He was Darcy’s tool, because James was okay with that.  Darcy wouldn’t force him to murder anyone. She wouldn’t let him become a monster again.  She was kind and gentle, but also saucy and firm. For three months she’d been the constant in his life that had kept him sane.  She wasn’t afraid of the Soldier, nor did she pity him and make excuses. She accepted him with his nightmares, his past, his faults.

           And he loved her for it.

[hookedonapirate]

Hands of an Artist, Lips of an Angel

Part 2/3

Summary: “You’re the one person who can do my elaborate stage makeup, so every night you spend half an hour in close proximity to my face and I want to kiss you so badly.” Killian is an actor and Emma is his makeup artist.

Notes: Okay, so I was talked into writing another chapter, and now there will be a third part as well : )

Read: Part 1

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Emma was nervous. And not the type of nervous that patients got before a doctor's appointment or a student got before a big test. She wasn't afraid of failure, not really. She has always been confident in everything she did. Because she always loved what she did. Four years ago she was just an artist with a dream and had a passion to fulfill that dream. That all changed after she went to school. Thanks to the eight-week advanced makeup application course she took, she gained an edge over other artists; learning the differences between the types of jobs and techniques involved, and learning how to work with different lighting, camera angles and scripts as a professional makeup artist.

Then, after she moved to Vancouver, getting offered the job as Robbie Gold’s makeup artist was a blessing. She had watched ‘The Lost Boys’ since it aired, so getting to work with the actors and actresses of the show had felt so surreal. Not to mention, getting requested by Killian Jones himself, who played the lead role, Captain Hook and who the fans all loved and adored (for very good reason). Killian had managed to take a despised Disney villain and a fearsome dirty pirate and turn him into a dashing, heroic gentleman.

Before her first day working with the crew, she had expected the actor to be arrogant and cocky, all full of himself like he was God’s greatest gift. That had been her experience with other actors she had encountered in the past. But Killian Jones was not at all what she had expected. God’s greatest gift, yes, but he was surprisingly shy and sweet and really funny. Emma quickly grew comfortable working with him and they had a great professional relationship. That is of course until she kissed him.

Who could really blame her, though? Day after day, she spent time on his handsome features, getting up close and personal and taking pride in making him the face of the popular television show. Everyday, she got to gaze into his baby blue eyes while applying his eye makeup, she got to admire his pretty lips and imagine what it would be like to feel them against her own instead of her makeup brush. She would lick her lips without even realizing it. She may have even drooled once or twice. In fact, she was surprised he's never slipped and fell when he sat up from his chair. She had maintained self-control somehow throughout their sessions. It was very difficult though. In fact, it was one of the most difficult things she's ever done… or tried to do.

Then, without even flinching, she threw months of self-containment out the window when he confessed his own desires for her. Killian Jones could literally have any woman he wanted and he chose her! Okay, she was not flailing her hands like one of his googly-eyed fans… at least not on the outside. But it felt unreal and she acted in the moment, not allowing herself to overthink anything and pass up the opportunity to kiss the adored and loveable ‘Captain Hook’. And it didn't help that it had been three whole years since she'd been with a man. Her last breakup was scarring and messy and she had sworn off the entire species altogether. Especially those whom she worked with.

It was never a good idea getting involved with an actor. Too much drama and jealousy and gossip. Neither were things that she cared for nor needed in her already hectic and busy life. If Emma had any doubts, she could just ask Milah, Killian's ex-girlfriend who broke up with him because she was too worried about him developing romantic feelings for his castmates, especially Rose Green, who played Tinkerbell and had an on-screen romance with Killian's character.

The thing that had ultimately ended the relationship was a tweet made by Rose about ‘Captain Fairy’ that was taken completely out of context and reached various articles, pouring gasoline into the fire that was already burning and falsely announcing the two as a real-life couple. Killian denied any feelings for Rose but Milah would rather believe the tabloids and gossip over her own boyfriend.

Oh well; it was her loss. Emma felt a little devilish for being able to reap the benefits. Although a scorching kiss and a coffee date could hardly be considered as ‘reaping the benefits’. Not when Emma was craving something more fulfilling with the gorgeous actor.

It was Sunday morning when Killian came by her trailer to take her out for coffee. Emma's stomach was in knots. She was glad that she had a day to rest before her date with the actor. After their long week of shooting and the usual really, really late Friday night, she was happy to be able to have a day to refresh before being seen in public, especially with Killian.

“You look absolutely stunning, Swan.” Killian's smile made her heart melt and his words made her cheeks turn red as he took her hand and kissed her knuckles. Although she was sure she didn't look stunning. She was wearing blue jeans and a white tank top under her red, leather jacket.

“Thanks.” She grinned back shyly as they started to leave. She would tell him he looked good himself in his tight jeans and black leather jacket, his hair disheveled careselessy but oh so perfectly, but she was sure he already knew that.

They went to a quaint cafe and ordered their coffees, settling into one of the tables. Some of the girls were gushing as they walked in and seen Killian. The gentleman that Killian was smiled and waved at them, but for the most part he kept his attention focused on Emma.

“My apologies, love. Perhaps I should have taken to you to dinner, somewhere more quiet.”

“It's okay,” she smiled. “I knew what I signed up for when I agreed to this.”

“Aye, but still, you deserve much better than this. I just figured we'd take baby steps.” Killian scratched behind his ear, flashing her a shy smile. “I've been wanting to ask you out for a very long time, I've just been too nervous.”

Emma's smile grew into a teasing smirk and leaned in, resting her elbows on that table as she folded her arms. “You mean the Killian Jones gets nervous around the lasses? I don't believe it.”

He leaned in, gazing into her eyes. “No… not all of the lasses… just you,” he whispered softly as their lips were drawn in like magnets and became only centimeters apart.

“Killian Jones! Oh my god!”

Emma and Killian both turned their attention to a group of teenage girls who looked like there were between thirteen and fifteen years old and were about to combust as they approached the table, trying to keep themselves in check.

“Can we have your autograph?” One of the girls asked shyly, her cheeks beet red with blush. Killian smiled coyly and looked across at Emma who was rolling her eyes inwardly but encouraging him with a nod and a smile.

“Alright loves.” Killian got up and took the black sharpy that was offered to him.

“Oh my god, he called us love!” One of the girls squealed, fanning herself with her hand and looked as though she might faint.

Killian signed the items that were offered. A few of them had DVDs of his series and carried them around, waiting for such an opportunity like this. The other girls had him sign a hat or a napkin or even their hand. Killian made small talk with them and seemed to enjoy the attention as Emma tried to keep from laughing. Then, as soon as all of them each had something signed by Killian, another group of girls approached, wanting autographs and Emma soon got annoyed. This is what she got for dating a celebrity.

Finally, she sighed heavily and stood up, tapping Killian's shoulder. “Could I get an autograph too?”

He turned around and gave her an apologetic look, but before he could say anything, she looked down and pulled down the top of her tank top, exposing a small amount of her breast. “Hmm… I think right here will do.”

She lifted her head, trying to hide the smirk from her lips as his mouth fell agape but still managed to step closer to her. “Of course, love.”

The girls pouted and sulked off as Killian lifted the marker to her breast and rested his other hand on her waist as he started to sign his name. Emma lost a breath as he focused on his task, or her breast rather, seeming to take his sweet time. Not that she was complaining. He wetted his lips in deep concentration as he drew the loops and scribbles of his name on her skin and she couldn't stop herself from imagining other enjoyable activities he could be engaging in that involved his tongue, hands and her breasts.

“How's that, love?” He removed his hand and the felt tip from her skin and she exhaled the breath she wasn't even aware she had been holding, instantly feeling cold from the loss as she looked down at his signature.

“Perfect.”

He raised a flirty eyebrow, his lips growing into a smirk as he stared at ‘his handy work’. “I'd certainly say so.”

Emma couldn't help the smile that pulled at her lips and blushed, covering up her breast again as he put cap on the marker. “If you think this makes up for interrupting our date, you've got another thing coming,” she teased.

“Ah, so this is a date now?” he asked playfully.

Emma pursed her lips, pondering his words as she grabbed her hot cocoa from the table. “On second thought, a date requires the other person's full and undivided attention.” She took a sip of the hot liquid, tasting the whipped cream, cinnamon and chocolate before licking her lips and walking away as he grabbed his coffee and followed behind her.

“You're absolutely right, Swan. I guess I will have to make it up to you by taking you out to dinner next Saturday,” he said as he caught up to her and eyed her with a wink.

Emma looked ahead and kept walking, trying not to let him affect her but failing to do so. “I'll have to think about it, Jones.” She didn't give it another thought before she said yes.