Summary: After a series of events leave her life in pieces, Emma Swan finds herself hitchhiking out of Maine, her wallet empty and her heart broken. The best she hopes for is a driver who isn’t a pervert and takes her far away from the painful memories of Storeybrooke. But when she finds a ride with a quiet truck driver named Jones, Emma discovers that maybe a trustworthy friend is all she needs.
Note: This chapter was originally split up into two parts, and I was only going to post the first. But then I watched tonight’s episode of this @$%#ing show and i have such a major case of viewer’s blue balls that I figured it would be mean to do the same to my lovely readers. Please enjoy this monster chapter. Bless.
Don’t freeze out there, huh? Good
advice, but hard to follow, Emma thought sourly, as they left the warm,
comfortingly grease-scented air of the bar behind. It had already been cold
outside when they arrived, but the temperature seemed to have dropped even further
while they were inside, and a light snow was falling. She pulled her coat’s
hood up with one hand, then returned it to Jones’ arm, keeping a firm grip with
all ten fingers.
He wasn’t staggering anymore, although as they walked slowly across the
parking lot, threading through cars and trucks, his steps were slightly uneven.
Not that she was perfectly steady, herself; Emma could still feel the beer
pounding through her veins, making her a little dizzy. Their breath formed
clouds in the freezing air, and Emma longed to call a cab, even just for a
(A/N: thanks to Keelyn @stopirwin for being a real pal and helping me come up with the plot of this fic. I owe you one fam <3)
Summary: threesome with cashton inspired by that mf pic of them dressed as the dudes from reservoir dogs Word Count: 2.344 Warnings: smut, overuse of the word cock (no seriously i used it 21 times), anal (lmao i know right), double penetration, a bit of anal fingering, this is so nasty rated N for Nasty
The bright green glow of your alarm clock was the only source of light in your bedroom. You lied in bed, underneath a pile of duvets as you waited for your two flatmates to come back home. Safe and alive, you hoped, especially due to the circumstances.