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This blog is so messy I myself cannot wrap my head around it, and that means - it’s going to get remade. The url will be the same, the muses will be the same, tho I will probably remove some and add some, the only thing that’s going to change is the fact that it will no longer be a sideblog.

Giving In || Edward & Killian

“Make it a loud one, Jones.” He said, lowering himself, his chest pressing against Killian’s back as he slammed his hips against the man’s soft ass, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the cabin as he entered the other man fully.

Oh, a week was a definitely long pause. Way too long. Blackbeard let out a loud grunt. “I want all them to hear you scream my name.”

His groans grew louder, a cry out as Blackbeard thrust so fully inside of Killian’s ass. Filling him up with his length, making Killian experience that necessary ramming and pounding to the point that nothing else mattered– They already know you’re a whore, his mind supplied, and at Edward’s words, Killian groaned again, not bothering to bite it back or silence himself anymore. He was too addicted to this man’s cock, and he’d do whatever it took to get it. To keep getting it. “Fuck.” The word was mixed with a groan, Killian unable to keep from pushing back this time. “Fuck.”

The cry was one every member of the crew surely heard, the groans louder than before, surprisingly low, only proving Blackbeard how broken the other man was. And arousing him even more.

He started moving his hips, in a slow, but strong motion, long pauses between brutal thursts, as with every time he moved his hips the bed hit the wall, as if Edward wanted to rock the ship with the strenght of his hips only, pounding Killian’s prostate with every thrust.

@sinfulmuses

Henry hated those moments when he couldn’t be alone with Killian for more than a few days. The man’s touch was incredibly addicting and Henry found it difficult carrying on every day without it. He couldn’t think of anything else but his step-father’s cock in his ass. Or rather, the lack of it.

It was yet another evening foretelling yet another night without the former captain’s closeness. And it was awfully cruel. Sitting by the table, listening to Killian talking with his mother, Henry got a really, really bad idea…

His hand rested on the man’s thigh and slowly went up it, reaching for his crotch, making sure that his mother couldn’t see that.

Killian was in the middle of a story with Emma when he felt the encroaching hand. He did his best not to jump, or look towards Henry, but he knew that, if the boy kept it up, his body would react. And there was no way to explain such a thing to Emma. What do you think you’re doing, Henry? he wondered silently, biting back any sounds that might try and make themselves known. It was true he felt a certain lust towards the boy; Henry’s ass just felt good, and while Emma was his true love, while he loved her with all of his heart, he still couldn’t make himself stop giving to Henry what the other male obviously craved.

Henry knew that Killian loved his mother. He knew what they had was True Love. But he just couldn’t help how much he craved the older man. Yes, he loved him and the fact that this feeling could never be returned was painful…

But the fact that, for now, the former pirate craved at least his body was enough. His small hand sneaked it’s way underneath his step-father’s pants and in his boxers, taking his cock, stroking it slowly, gently, as Emma continued her story, sweetly oblivious to what was happening.

As she approached him, he closed his eyes, unable to get enough of her flowery scent, the softness of her skin against his and the warmth of her body so pleasant.

“Yes. I have one more.” He said, gently pushing her into the bed, his heavy body hovering over her tiny frame, pinning her against the mattress. “Daddy loves you very much, Emma.”

Emma smiled up at her father with nothing but love. When he pushed her back onto the bed her smile faded somewhat out of confusion and a bit of fear. “I love you too, Daddy.” She nodded and looked around her before looking up at him, unable to move out from underneath him. “Daddy, what sort of gift is this?”

His warm hand rested on her thigh and he traced it up, pulling up her beautiful, pale-blue dress, until his fingers met the garter. “That’s a ritual of sorts, my sweet girl.” He said, his other hand caressing her golden hair, trying to calm her down. “Daddy will turn you into a woman.”

Seeing as the blonde basically threw her paperwork and glasses away, Milah couldn’t hold back a soft chuckle, approaching her girlfriend and leaning close to her, kissing her lips gently.

“We could do something more enjoyable than work.” She teased.

Emma grinned and kissed Milah back eagerly, holding her close and pulling the naked woman into her lap. “I think that’s a marvelous idea, my love. Does this enjoyable thing involve more nudity?”

Pulled into her girlfriend's lap, Milah smiled, leaning her forehead against the blonde's, her hands resting on Emma's shoulders. "Much more, miss Swan. Much more. It requires you to jump out of your clothes this second." She said teasingly.

@sinfulmuses Henry hated those moments when he couldn't be alone with Killian for more than a few days. The man's touch was incredibly addicting and Henry found it difficult carrying on every day without it. He couldn't think of anything else but his step-father's cock in his ass. Or rather, the lack of it. It was yet another evening foretelling yet another night without the former captain's closeness. And it was awfully cruel. Sitting by the table, listening to Killian talking with his mother, Henry got a really, really bad idea... His hand rested on the man's thigh and slowly went up it, reaching for his crotch, making sure that his mother couldn't see that.

Giving In || Edward & Killian

That was exactly what he wanted. He got up from his chair, getting rid of his pants and throwing them away, approaching the bed and kneeling behind the man, waiting, ready and demanding. He took his manhood in his hand, hard and ready, teasing the other man’s entrance.

“Don’t you dare holding back your voice this time, Jones.” He said, as he started forcing his cock inside the other man’s tight ass. “Or you’ll have to wait a moth til I fuck you again.”

The teasing almost had him pushing back towards Edward. Almost. Killian refrained from such, but the moment he felt Blackbeard pushing his cock inside of him, Killian groaned. His eyes slammed shut at the intrusion, the welcomed feeling–no matter how much he might have hated himself for it, he wanted this. His groan was louder than it had been in previous encounters, his head ducked down as his breathing started to quicken. “Harder,” he breathed, the single-word request heard before he could stop it, no doubt. “I need it.”

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"Make it a loud one, Jones." He said, lowering himself, his chest pressing against Killian's back as he slammed his hips against the man's soft ass, the sound of flesh hitting flesh echoing in the cabin as he entered the other man fully.

Oh, a week was a definitely long pause. Way too long. Blackbeard let out a loud grunt. "I want all them to hear you scream my name."

The kias was long, as Liam tried desperately to make up for all those lost years. It was impossible to do with a single kiss, obviously, and soon they both needed to take a breath. When that happened, Liam didn’t completely pull away. He couldn’t.

He missed, he craved the other’s body way too much. He was still pulling the younger Jones close to his own body, his forehead pressed against Killian’s. “Bloody hell, I missed you.”

Killian rested his forehead against Liam’s, the younger Jones just drowning in his brother’s presence, in the closeness that had been absent in his life for so many centuries. He closed his eyes briefly, inhaling Liam’s scent. That special mix of rum on his breath penetrating his senses. He was trying to catch his breath after the kiss, and Killian even pushed himself closed to Liam. He didn’t want anything to exist to separate him from his brother in that moment. “You’ve no idea how much I missed you, brother.”

The closeness, the feeling of the younger Jones pressing against him was one he loved so much and missed dearly. He brushed his lips against Killian's again, his hands resting on his brother's waist, not letting him pull away even if he was not about to.

"I want you, Killian." He whispered the obvious. Centuries without his brother's was had been such a horrible torture. He wasn't going to last another day like that.

Liam knew what was that his brother wanted to say. What was that Killian needed. His hips, pressing against Liam’s fingers and the desire in the younger Jones’ eyes was telling him everything. But he wanted to hear him say it. “You what? What’s that you want?” He asked, pulling himself up to look deep into his brother’s eyes.

Killian met his brother’s eyes once more, that voice of his bringing him around. His heart was racing in his chest, and Killian could barely bite back the whimper that wanted to escape his lips. “I-I want–I want you, Liam. Please.” He wanted his brother in a way he shouldn’t, just to feel good. To feel the touch from the other man that would give him pleasure, pleasure that was slowly building.

Liam smiled down at his dear younger brother, taking the right position between his spread legs and, still looking into the clear, sea-blue eyes, he started entering him slowly, even though he'd prepared the younger before, he knew that the first time could be not as pleasant as such an encounter should be.

So he was slow and gentle, carefully watching the lieutenant's face, looking for any signs of discomfort.

Giving In || Edward & Killian

He was watching the other man as he stopped in hurry, devouring him with his eyes, not hiding the satisfaction as the other man was fulfilling his orders so obediently.

“On the bed. On all fours, Jones. And tell me what you want.” The words fell from his lips in a cold tone, as he was pushing the other man further and further into the desperation, his hands going to take off his own pants, already getting too tight for his growing cock.

He was aching with want for the other man, was aching with an almost desperate need to have Blackbeard pounding his cock into Killian. He might hate himself for it, but Killian found himself obeying, walking over to the bed and assuming the position the captain demanded of him. That tone made Killian look over his shoulder, before he ducked his head down in defeat.

“I want you to fuck me,” he muttered, his voice a low sort of almost-growl. “I want–I want you to fuck me, Captain.” Gods, how he wanted to feel Edward’s cock roughly taking him!

"Don't you dare holding back your voice this time, Jones." He said, as he started forcing his cock inside the other man's tight ass. "Or you'll have to wait a moth til I fuck you again."

It was the day of his beloved daughter’s eighteenth birthday. His beloved little girl was growing up and even though he had noticed it before, the changes that occured both in her body and personality. She was no longer a child. She was a beautiful woman now… one David, and about every other man at he ball, couldn’t look away from.

The idea that came to his mind was so wrong… but he had to. He had to make Emma his own. He waited for her in her chamber and when she entered, he approached her, placing a hand on her cheek. “Good evening, my beautiful princes. Daddy wanted to give you one more gift before you go to sleep.”

Emma smiled and wrapped her arms around his waist happily, giving his cheek a light kiss. She really did love her father. “Another present? But you’ve already given me so much, Daddy.” She giggled and turned her head to kiss his palm.

As she approached him, he closed his eyes, unable to get enough of her flowery scent, the softness of her skin against his and the warmth of her body so pleasant.

"Yes. I have one more." He said, gently pushing her into the bed, his heavy body hovering over her tiny frame, pinning her against the mattress. "Daddy loves you very much, Emma."

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Ever since Emma appeared in the town, Milah’s life changed. She tought that after she divorced her husband she’d never find love, ever again. There was that giant hole in her heart, one she seemed to never be able to feel. Until she appeared.

Taking a shower, she simply couldn’t stop thinking about Emma. Since they started living together, Milah couldn’t get her mind off the blonde even for a second. She left the shower, naked, and entered their bedroom with a seductive smile.

“Emma? You busy?”

Emma didn’t come to Storybrooke looking for love. But with Milah she knew that she had found it. She couldn’t think of much else besides the gorgeous woman with whom she’d begun to share her life. Living together could easily have increased her libido and decreased her productivity, but she didn’t care. Milah was hot.

She was reading over a report when she heard her girlfriend’s voice. Emma couldn’t rip her glasses off fast enough to tossed the paper aside. “Nope. Not at all. You have something in mind?”

Seeing as the blonde basically threw her paperwork and glasses away, Milah couldn't hold back a soft chuckle, approaching her girlfriend and leaning close to her, kissing her lips gently.

"We could do something more enjoyable than work." She teased.

He nodded, the smirk changing into a soft smile as he leaned even closer towards the younger man, connecting their lips in a brief kiss, carefully checking for his reaction, though we was nearly sure that if not arousal, then fear would not let the deckhand pull away.

He rose his knee, forcing it between the other man’s legs, spreading them open, pressing his leg against Killian’s crotch.

Giving In || Edward & Killian

This time, Blackbeard didn’t manage to hold back the chuckle, letting it out at the man’s desperation. His cold eyes lustrated Jones from head to toes, up and down again, wondering. What could Killian do to make him change his mind..?

However, there was visibly not much needed, as a bulge on his leather pants got visible already.

“Strip.” The order fell from his lips finally and he poured himself some more rum, getting ready to enjoy the show.

Killian waited, and waited, for what felt like forever, even if in reality it was barely a few moments. The chuckle made his eyes narrow, his jaw clench. And at the order to strip, Killian only hesitated for a few moments before his fingers went to pull this shirt overhead. Once he’d discarded that, he reached down to undo the ties of the leathers, Killian kicking off his boots and pushing the leathers off, until he stood naked and bare in front of Blackbeard. He’d said nothing the entire time.