I walked through the halls, keeping the files close to my chest. Rushing outside, I crossed the cement, trailing beside the wired fences over to the other building. My tag hit my chest with each step, and the mist in the air cleared my lungs.
Scanning the doors, they beeped with the sound of locks, and I pushed my way through. Soldiers armed with guns stood beside them, glancing at me, they nodded, and I passed them. Turning the corner, I stopped dead in my tracks. Donald Pierce stood only a foot away from me. He smirked at me, and I swallowed with nervousness.
Slightly arching his eyebrow, Pierce reached over with his machine hand. Slowly sliding the files out of my grasp. I clenched my jaw and stared at him while he opened them; scanning his sharp blue eyes over the words. He then clicked his tongue, and looked over at me, his thick words low and gruff. I felt goosebumps rise on the surface of my arms.
“Hmm… Somethin’ tells me… You… Aint supposed to have those, now are ya darlin’?” I looked at the ground, and he stepped closer to me. Lifting his machine hand, and flicking a metal finger over the corner of my jaw. Sighing, he set his shoulders and cocked his head slightly. Kicking his heels back, and walking away. Suddenly, he halted and looked slightly back to me. “I suggest you follow me, ms. Y/N.”
I cleared my throat, expecting him to take me to Zander Rice. Who ran Transigen over him.
Turning a few corners, Pierce slowed, sliding one of the panels to a door open, and outstretching his arm-reaching to my back. Lightly grazing my hip as I walked into the room, he trailed behind. Locking the door behind him.
“Now. Let’s just say I forget about whatever you expect to get away with…” He sat on the desk that was slid against the back wall and nodded to the chair that sat in front of it. “If you, sweet thing, would do one thing.” His heavy southern accent teased me, and I took a deep breath. Trying to shake it off. Business.
“What do you want?” I could hardly stop my voice from wavering.
“Oh, darlin’ I think we both want the same thing. Isn’t that right?” His voice was now nearly a whisper. He lifted his metal finger into the air, and set it, slightly waving it to the left before resting it against his knee. “One thing….” He smiled smugly at me as his words lingered and left a numb taste in my mouth.
I watched him carefully, as he reached to the files again. The files I had planned to give to Gabriela-the files on the kids. He set them carefully next to him, before reaching over to my face. Touching me with his human hand, I felt his fingers shake slightly, as he dragged them down my cheek. Lifting my chin, I slowly stood up, and he wrapped his other arm around my waist. My heart slammed against my chest, as I felt his muscles tighten around me when he surrounded me with his tall frame. Leaning his head down, he kissed me. Gently, like he was savoring the taste of my lips. I sunk down, reaching my fingers to run through his thick blonde hair. Running them through, I twisted them and felt him reach under my legs. Thrusting me onto his lap, my legs crossed behind him, and he kissed me harder.
Sliding his hand up my back, I felt the cold hard metal press in between my shoulder blades. His tongue slid against my gums as he asked permission to kiss me deeper. Holding the back of my head with his flesh hand, he leaned forward, and I nodded against his lips. Letting him bite my bottom lip, slide his tongue against my teeth and the back of my cheek. I breathed in, taking in the scent of strong cologne and sweat.
Sliding his jacket off of his strong shoulders, my fingers contoured the lines of his muscles. Feeling him under my fingers, a low growl formed in his throat, and I parted my lips from his.
He stared at me with hunger, breathing heavy and sweat beading at his brow. Tightening myself around his waist, I felt him pull me up, set me on the desk, and crash against me. Moving my hips to his, my back hit the desk, and he pushed the papers to the floor. With the now-clear desk, he was able to rest his hands beside my head as he kissed me. With my knees pulled up and my feet sliding down his back, they fell to his belt, and I slid my toes underneath the leather. Pulling him closer by the caller.
His lips moved down my neck, nibbling at the sensitive skin. My fingers moved from his collar to the buttons on his chest. Pulling them apart, I threw his black shirt across the room. Leaning my head back, I let my fingers rest on his abdomen before he brought his head up from my collar bone. He slid his hands around my waist, holding me tightly, and I gasped as he dug his fingers into my skin. The pads on his machine fingers barely as soft as the others. I held his face, kissing him while he moved his hands around my pants. Pulling them off, he broke away and looked at me. I laid on top of the table, letting myself rest for a split second
Sweat moved down my hairline, and he slid my arms above my head. Tracing the curves of my body, and moving my shirt above my head. Gazing on my figure underneath him, he admired me with slow breaths.
With my black sheer bra revealed to his eyes, he bit his bottom lip, grazing his thumb over my nipple, before moving his lips over the tender area of my breast. Leaning over me, I grasped his hair, grunting as he pulled the fabric of my bra away from my flushed body.
Moving his hand down to my panties while he continued to suck at my breasts, licking my nipples and nipping at them while caressing my body, he massaged his fingers through the lips between my legs. I gasped at his movements, bringing myself up and holding myself by his neck. Pressing his thumb against my clit, I gasped, and he then leaned down and breathed in, pushing his mouth to mine until I suffocated in his breath.
Closing my eyes, I let his warmth envelop me, and I felt myself melting to his touch. An orgasm went through my muscles, and I grunted softly. His fingers only traveled deeper-opening me up to his greed.
Ripping my panties to the floor, he slid his black cargo pants to his ankles, stepping out of them in hurried trips. Letting his member spring free, he kicked his underwear next to his pants and angled himself to my hips. Pulling my lips apart, I slid my hand over his chest, and my other around his waist. Pulling him towards me in desperate whimpers. As he set the tip over my entrance, he throbbed against the inside of my thigh, and then suddenly thrust himself into me. Pulling out, and allowing my wet walls to open up to him before he slid in again, only deeper. I then heard him huff for air, thrusting until he found his rhythm. Digging his metal hand into the desk.
Grasping onto his shoulders, I wrapped my legs around his waist once again, letting him go deeper. His hair stuck to his forehead, and as he breathed heavily, I looked up at his gold tooth. Biting my lip as I yearned to feel his mouth on mine.
A moan suddenly pressed against my lips, and I strained against it. Waves thrusting themselves through my body at the beat of Pierce’s hips, and another orgasm tore through me. He kissed me through it, his words hard to swallow.
“Quiet-else they’ll hear us-“ He grunted, and nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck.
Pulling out, his skin stuck to mine with sweat, and he cursed, his voice now muffled. “Fuck-you kill me…Oh-fuck.” I took a deep breath, closing my eyes. He grazed his fingers over my lips and moved a strand of hair away from my eyes before pushing himself off me. Cleaning himself up, he then threw the cloth in the trash can, and I sat up.
“So, is that all you needed?” Rubbing the scruff around his chin, he looked at me and then slid his arms under mine. Pulling me off of the table, and against his naked chest.
“Baby… You know me…” I let him move his mouth across mine, caressing my face. My fingers pushed through his hair, and I pulled away. Sucking at the inside of my cheek, I then sighed. No matter how much he gave me, I always wanted more.
A knock on the door shook us from the trance we were in, and with a slight jump, I shook my head.
“Mr. Pierce? Mr. Rice is looking for you.” A Hispanic voice echoed through the room from behind the door.
He cleared his voice and buckled his belt.
“Thank you.” We listened to the small lady hurry off to do more files, as I pulled my jeans up to my hips. Clasping my bra, and pulling my shirt over my head. Tucking the smooth fabric of my shirt into my jeans, Pierce finished dressing and then walked over to me. Holding me by my hips, and letting out a small sigh. “You should be more careful, Darlin. Don’t want nobody to find you with those files now would we?” Smirking, he kissed my temple, grazing his mouth to my ear, where he whispered, “I know whatchu’s thinkin’ of doin’.” Even in a low mutter, his accent dripped from his tongue like syrup. I leaned against him. “And trust me, baby, it won’t work.”
Summary: Emma and Killian encounter many obstacles on their way to their honeymoon destination.
Note: I’m trying to take comfort in the fact that Captain Swan will live on in fanfiction. As long as inspiration comes and interest remains, then I will continue to write. We’ll never get to see their honeymoon, so I thought this would be fun to write. Hope you enjoy it! ~Steph
…The Journey is Half the Fun: Part 1/1…
Killian and Emma sat in the airport, awaiting their flight to Honolulu, Hawaii for their long awaited honeymoon.
“Love,” Killian began, turning to his wife, “I don’t understand why you can’t just poof us to our destination. It would be much safer than traveling in that flying tin can you call an airplane.”
Emma laughed. Killian had never flown on an airplane before and didn’t trust that it could remain in the air without magic.
“I told you. I only use magic when it’s necessary. Plus, flying is very safe.”
Killian took her hand in his and leaned in close to her, whispering in her ear. “Aye, but it is much slower. Just imagine what we could be doing right now if we were already in Hawaii.”
Emma felt a shiver run down her spine at the lust in her husband’s voice. He kissed below her ear and then her neck, eliciting a giggle.
“Killian, we’re in public,” she managed weakly.
“My point exactly,” he said, moving to her lips. "We could be in the privacy of our own honeymoon suite right now.“
He was certainly persuasive and it was tempting not to waste anymore time after everything they had been through. She allowed him one final kiss and then pulled away. She lifted her hand to caress his cheek and met his eyes.
"I would like nothing more than to get you alone, but this is our chance to be a normal couple for once. Just newlyweds on their way to their honeymoon.” She paused and then smiled. “Plus, sometimes the journey is half the fun. I’d say it was with our relationship, wouldn’t you?”
Killian cocked an eyebrow and shrugged. “Definitely only half, love. I wouldn’t consider battling villains and being separated by curses and death all that fun.”
Emma laughed and placed her head on his shoulder, squeezing his hand in hers. “Maybe not. But it led us here, so I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Killian nodded and dropped a kiss onto her head. “Aye, me neither.”
After a few moments, Killian glanced at the flight screen before them.
“Swan, what was our flight number?”
They were flying to California and then Hawaii.
Killian gestured at the screen with his hook. “I know I’m new to this flying thing, but I am going to assume cancelled isn’t a good thing.”
Emma’s eyes widened. “What?”
She looked at the screen and saw that indeed their flight was now listed as cancelled. Emma jumped up from her seat and went over to the attendant at the desk. She returned a few minutes later.
“So bad weather in California of all places has forced our flight to be cancelled. We can’t get on another one until tomorrow morning.”
Killian cocked a brow and grinned. "You’re right, love. This is fun.“
Emma groaned. "I wish things could be easy just once.”
“You said you only use magic when necessary. I’d say this qualifies.”
She sank back down into the chair beside him.
“I meant went battling villains and breaking curses, not dealing with cancelled flights.”
Killian sighed heavily. “Alright. What now then?”
“They gave us a voucher for a stay in the hotel next door. So I guess we just wait it out until morning.”
Killian waggled his eyebrows and smiled. "Well, love, I do believe I can think of a way to pass the time.“
Characters: Simon (The Walking Dead), Negan (The Walking Dead)
Explicit language, implied rape (it’s only a short flashback, please don’t worry), eventual smut, slow burn, explicit sexual content (oh yes! You got it!), masturbation, exhibitionism, Eugene
Gif Credit: GIF is not mine, credit goes to the creator!
Savannah thinks that masturbating while Simon sleeps on the couch is a wonderful idea. Meanwhile, she can’t shake the feeling that Simon is hiding something from her. (also, god I love writing Eugene - he’s so ostentatious)
I wake up screaming in the dark. Hands
smothering my mouth, pushing me down into layers upon layers of
foliage, swallowing me and shuddering around my body. The stench of
wet pine seeping from my rain-soaked hair, dripping into my mouth,
past clammy fingers trying to claw my lips closed. His eyes
blistering in the gloom.
“No.” The ever-present rage
churning in my gut. “You did this – you deserve to die-”
“I was just taking what’s mine.”
His fingers squeeze my wrists until I hiss through my teeth,
thrashing in the undergrowth, the crickets chirruping happily
somewhere far away. Like an audience to his assault. He pushes my
face into the dirt and I taste grass in my mouth. “I’m sure she
I scream, lashing out underneath him,
kicking my legs. But he sinks his body weight on top of me and the
ground swallows us both, a living, digesting stomach stinking of the
I kick something soft. Gasp for breath
but I find that I cannot draw any air, and I start to panic.
My eyes fly open as I jerk awake,
blinking in the pale blue light of dawn.
Fuck. That wasn’t real?
I shudder, my skin beading with sweat
under the clothes and the covers. For a moment I lie, prostrate and
disorientated, struggling to remember where I am. Why the ceiling fan
looks so unfamiliar. Why there’s the sound of calm, steady breathing
coming from the couch. I roll over onto my other side, trying to
shake the cobwebs of the nightmare from my mind. Patting down the
covers, I crane my neck to see Simon, fast asleep.
“Raoul.” I whisper to myself,
rubbing the sleep from my eyes and blinking to keep myself awake. I
inhale and almost smell the scent of the man from my dream. Prop
myself up and simply breath for several minutes, trying to calm the
rabbit-fast palpitation of my heart. “But he’s not here. You’re
safe. Safe as you can be.”
I watch the man in front of me as my
panic dissipates and ebbs into awareness of my situation. The wound,
the doctor, the man in the leather jacket. And him. The stranger who
made me a Spanish cocktail in the middle of the night. His back is to
me, the sheets tangled around his hips and long legs. I was right
when I said he was too long for the couch - his feet dangle over the
edge and twitch in sleep. Pale beams of morning-light illuminate the
long-toed feet and ankles that melt into muscular calves. He has one
arm over his face, and his t-shirt has hitched itself up around his
middle. I can see a sliver of tanned back, and it’s enough to make
all the heat in my body flood between my thighs.