Random Naughty Tumblr Prompts and one-shots (Tumblr URL is scheherezade06)
I don't think this chapter contains anything explicit, but other chapters will!
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Semi-NSFW Prompt: CS grinding against one another
"Hold the elevator!" called a familiar, accented voice.
Emma grabbed the edge of the doorway, preventing the doors from shutting.
He stuck his tongue between his teeth when he saw her, his eyes dragging lazily from her neatly coiffed hair to her tailor-cut suit, to her Louie Vuitton shoes.
"Going down?" he murmured seductively, sauntering into the lift with his thumb stuck in waistband of his dark-wash jeans.
Emma rolled her eyes. She hit the button for the lobby.
Killian stepped behind her and purposefully reached around her to press the button for the parking garage.
He whistled along with the musak as they descended two floors, then the car stopped and a half dozen lawyers from the twenty-third floor joined them.
Emma immediately took a step back to make room, and bumped into Killian.
She inhaled sharply, and started to step away from him, but he snaked his arm around her waist, taking advantage of their semi-hidden position in the back corner of the lift.
She should have said something. She should have slapped him.
But she'd had a long day, and she was sick of their constant banter and flirting.
So, she arched her back and pressed her ass against the front of Killian's jeans.
He let out a startled huff of breath against her neck, tightening his grip on her hip as he pulled her closer, grinding into her ass.
His other hand dropped her thigh, pulling up her pencil skirt. His fingers frozen when he found the tops of her stockings. He let out a muffled groan and skated his fingers along the bare skin of her upper thigh.
The elevator dinged a second time, and some businessmen from the twenty-first floor entered, making everyone shift again.
Emma reached around behind her to cup Killian's erection through his slacks before pressing her ass against him again.
He brazenly nipped her neck and rutted against her, his breath coming in hot pants against her skin.
It was definitely going to be a long trip down.
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Semi-NSFW Prompt: HOOK/RUBY successfully turning one another on
The wolf girl was playing a dangerous game.
So far, Emma hadn't noticed, but he was sure she would eventually. The sheriff was chatting on the phone to David when Ruby came to the table, leaning over it, bending much further than necessary to display her generous bosom.
"Is there anything else I can get for you, captain?" she said in a breathy tone, using Emma's phone conversation as an excuse to get close and speak quietly.
He caught her wrist as she set her fingers lightly on his thigh, their hands covered by her cascade of hair. He leaned an inch closer, letting her feel his breath on her rapidly blushing cheek as he watched her eyes dilate.
"What I want isn't on the menu," he murmured, pulling her hand firmly into his lap and pressing her fingers against his straining erection.
Ruby smiled.
"Well, I guess it's good that we offer special orders," she said, stroking him once before pulling back.
She winked at him before she sauntered back to the counter.
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Semi-NSFW Prompt: CS being drenched whilst wearing white
The dress was ridiculous.
Emma had ditched the blue cloak as soon as they'd arrived. The dress was bad enough. It was simply ungainly. Emma kept tripping over the long skirt and the sleeves caught in brambles.
And apparently people in the Enchanted Forest didn't use underwear.
How had Mary Margaret failed to warn her that she'd be tromping around commando?
And, of course, Hoo—Killian (two-handed, even) looked like sex on legs in his brown coat and tight grey trousers.
Damn it all.
He'd complimented her dress, of course. Hell, he'd been struck speechless by the sight of her in it.
She wondered if he knew there wasn't anything under it.
He helped her over streams and past thorn bushes, his two hands touching her almost constantly.
It was almost sweet.
And then it started to rain.
It came on like it did in New York sometimes: a single clap of thunder, and then the heavens parted to unleash a downpour of near-Biblical proportions.
Emma just turned her face skyward and started cussing. She shouted at the sky, gesticulating and raging, letting out all her pent-up frustration over the ridiculous mess that was her life.
With a sigh, Emma finished her shouting-at-the-gods moment and turned her head to look at Killian. She was sure he'd be wearing that damn smirk, laughing at her for her frustration.
But she was wrong.
No, he was just staring.
Because she was soaking wet, wearing a white cotton dress.
With nothing under it.
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Semi-NSFW Prompt: CS sexting, confessing a fetish, AND having a wet dream and calling the other's name during it
i heard you last night -k
Emma frowned at the message.
You heard me what? -E, she sent back.
i think you know -k
Emma cocked her head to the side, her brow furrowing as she tried to figure out what he was implying.
Not a clue. Sorry. -E
oh killian just like that -k
Emma felt the blood run out of her face.
It had been a dream.
Could she have really been sleep-talking?
This was bad.
You're lying. -E, she texted back.
spank me harder ive been a bad girl -k
Emma's mouth actually dropped open.
It's not what you think. -E
oh really -k
please explain then because i think i understood well enough -k
I was dreaming. -E
about me -k
Emma let out a huff of breath.
There's no accounting for taste when you're asleep. I dreamed about my math teacher once in high school. -E
did you want him to spank you too -k
Emma looked around the coffee shop. She felt like she was going to die of mortification.
Just shut up. -E
did i use my hand in your dream -k
or something else -k
my belt -k
a paddle -k
did you lay across my lap -k
or were we otherwise indisposed -k
The texts were coming in too fast for Emma to form a coherent response. She had to switch her phone to silent to keep it from chirping every few seconds.
She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.
Her phone buzzed again.
you are beautiful when you blush -k
Emma's head jerked up and she saw him across the coffee shop. He'd been hiding behind a newspaper, but he folded it across his table and winked at her.
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