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plutoswritingplanet · 11 months

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Lady Disdain (Captain Hook x Reader)

a/n: so i know i’ve been gone for like a year, but here, have this captain fucking hook smut jesus christ what am i doing.... (jason isaacs is hot tho, so can you blame me?)

Warnings: Dream Donging, Female Reader, Shakespeare quotes as foreplay

Summary: Dreams can be a fickle thing. You're about to discover that, as Neverland drags you into a chance encounter with the devilishly handsome Captain. (cross-posted on ao3)

The first thing that rattles you from the calm embrace of sleep, is the smell. Gone is the fain scent of a coffee you've made and left forgotten, replaced instead by seawater and fresh air. Your nose scrunches, as new sensations flood your system. And then there's light. Not from the dim lamp in your apartment, but from the sun, warm and bright, coloring the insides of your eyelids orange. Ultimately, that's what brings you back to reality. There is no way you have direct sunlight in your room, so either your roof has fallen in while you've slept, or something even weirder happened.

As you finally open your eyes, you're hit with the realization, that something weirder indeed had happened, because as your sight accommodates to the sunlight, you realizes, this isn't your room that you're standing in. No, there are rough planks underneath your bare feet, splinters just about ready to break your skin. The wind blows around you, messing up your hair and tugging on your night gown. Wait... Since when have you been wearing a night gown? You remember, quite clearly at that, going to sleep in one of your favorite shirts. Your hands tug on the almost sheer fabric, the ruffles slide between your fingers as you marvel at the feeling. There's no way in hell you would be able to afford this from your minimum wage job.

- Captain?

Your eyes snap up, looking straight at a stocky, short man, dressed in a striped shirt, a red beanie on his head. Nervously, he reaches towards his face to push his small glasses up his nose.

- There appears to be a... uh... A woman, on the ship. - he says, hands shaking.

Your hands fly on instinct towards the hem of your gown, pulling it down, over your knees. Suddenly you realize, this really isn't your apartment, and even if this is a dream, being stuck on a ship with a bunch of strange men is not an ideal situation.

- Yes, Smee, I can see that.

Another voice joins the conversation, and with a gasp you look up, towards the steering wheel. There he stands, slowly walking down from his spot above the whole ship, movements elegant and smooth. In all your life, you've met many men, short, tall, skinny and fuller. Some of them pretty, some of them handsome. But, you've never seen a man quite as beautiful as the one walking towards you with such flourish, it takes your breath away from your lungs. The man pushes Smee out of the way, his lavish outfit and a gigantic hat covering your entire field of vision. There are black feathers all around his collar, mixing with lush, inky black locks of hair falling down past his shoulders. Icy blue eyes stare at you with intensity you've never experienced before, before his lips quirk up into a small smirk under his well-groomed moustache.

- Captain James Hook, at your service, my lady - the man bows down, taking his hat off, and you take a step back as the main, gigantic feather brushes over your feet.

- Am I dreaming? - is the first thing you say in this strange scenario, voice quiet and unsure.

The man looks up at you with a brilliant, roguish smile, before slowly pulling himself back to his full height.

- Who's to say? - he answers in such a cryptic way, you feel a sudden urge to roll your eyes.

Deciding for your own mental safety, that this is, in fact, a dream, you grab both sides of your gown, and bow slightly, just like you've seen in the movies. The Captain smiles at your curtsy, before reaching towards your hand. He takes is, rather gently, and brings it towards his lips, keeping eye contact with you and... Oh...

So this is "that" kind of a dream.

Your heart does a somersault in your chest, and you can nearly feel the blood, as it travels straight to your cheeks.

- What is this place? - you ask, after clearing your throat - Who are you people?

As you look at the crew, that has slowly gathered around you, you can't help but notice the way the Captain's expression of friendliness seemed to slip, just as your eyes left him. Replaced by a much more sinister, scheming glint, that sends a shiver down your spine. No matter, dream or reality, you were not about to let your guard down, especially around someone so obviously maleficent.

- This - the Captain makes a broad movement with his left hand - Is the Jolly Roger, the fastest ship on all Seven Seas. And we...

Your eyebrows furrow slightly, as you see the man approach you, swiftly invading your personal space. He smells of tobacco and rum, mixed in with the ever-present smell of the ocean and warm skin. It's nice, too nice, too easy to get intoxicated on. Acting on instinct, you start to walk back, him matching you step for step. Your back hits the wood of the mast, but the Captain doesn't stop, his figure towering over you, as he cages you in your spot.

- ...Are Pirates.

His words are but a whisper, shared between the two of you in a mockery of intimacy. For a split second, you think, you would like to wake up now. Because the Captain's eyes bear into you, like they're trying to drill holes into your very being, and his left hand comes up to caress your chin, pushing it up, until you're forced to look at him fully. Your breath comes out of your mouth in quick pants, heat rising from your chest all the way to the tips of your ears.

- Unhand me, Captain - you try, much weaker than you've intended, and the man flashes you a grin.

For a second, you're struck with how white his teeth are. A strange observation, but when was the last time you've seen a pirate with good oral hygiene. Then, as if a bucket of cold water has been dumped on you, your thoughts start to gallop, one, clear one forming between your ears. You don't like being in this situation.

And so, bracing yourself and taking a strong breath, you raise your hand, place it onto the man's chest, and push rather hard. He seems to be startled by the contact, eyes flickering to your hand, and back to you in confusion.

- For a man of such high standing, you sure lack manners - you wonder if the surrounding men can sense your demeanor is a lie.

By the way some snicker, you guess they can. Captain Hook raises one eyebrow at you, regarding you with a skeptical stare, and then he brings up his right hand. There it is, gleaming in the sun, a sharp, curved hook attached to where his hand should be. Your face falls, and the man smiles cruelly.

- Case and point - you mutter, eyes never leaving the weapon. - I'll have you know, I'm a respectable lady, and I deserve to be treated as such.

Captain Hook laughs, a short snicker, before regarding you with a look filled with irony.

- A "respectable lady"? On a ship filled with men, in only her night gown?

Now, that sparks a fire in you, hands on your hips, you stand your ground against the Captain's oppressing posture, all the rage and fire following you in tow.

- I'm not responsible for my circumstance!

- Neither am I, I assure you - he raises his hands in mock surrender.

- Oh? And I'm supposed to just trust a Pirate's word like that? - you throw him a judgmental stare.

The man laughs again, his head inclining towards you in something, that vaguely resembles a show of respect.

- Wise, very wise, darling - your eyebrows shoot upwards at the new form of endearment - What are your demands, as a respectable lady?

You think for a second. In your mind, you haven't really arrived at that point yet, and making something up on the spot would pose a risk of exposing, just how much you have no idea what was going on. And yet, it's just a dream, isn't it? Soon, you'll smell your day's old coffee, and wake back up in your apartment, with no ocean in sight. Why not indulge yourself for a moment, while sleep holds you in its arms?

- I demand a tour of the ship - you announce triumphantly.

The man laughs, his eyes jumping around his crew, as if looking for a confirmation, that what you've said demanded ridicule. Apparently, it did, because all around you, you could hear snicker after snicker. You comfort yourself with the fact most of them sounded forced.

- Is that all? - the Captain already takes a couple of steps in your direction, and panic rises in your gut at his proximity.

- And do me no harm in the process!

That makes him laugh again, this one is loud and booming. Before you can get properly mad at him for laughing in your face, however, he takes off his lavish hat and bows again.

- Your wish is my command, my hearty.

Your face twists at the nickname, but you decide to say nothing, not wanting to push your luck, especially after being confronted with his deadly prosthetic. It's just a dream, you remind yourself in your head, as he comes over to stand by your side, arm sliding around your waist. It's just a dream, you keep reciting, when you feel his fingers pick at the thin fabric of your nightgown.

- ...Just a dream... - you mutter, and if he has heard, he decided not to comment, opting instead to pull you towards him, as he began to walk around the ship.

To his credit, the tour of the upper deck is completely respectable and rather interesting. As he explains the different parts of the ship, and introduces his crew along the way, you begin to slowly let yourself be carried through this weird experience. The hand on your waist no longer bothers you, even as it travels towards your hip from time to time. The crew is respectable enough, although the energy feels tense, whenever you're allowed to talk to them. As if everyone knows something that escapes you, some terrifying truth that you're not privy to. It's just a dream though, so you push your worries to the back and lean into the Captain's warm embrace.

- And now - the Captain leans down to flash you a cheeky grin - pièce de résistance.

He opens the ornate door in front of you with his usual flourish, and you gasp, as you enter the most richly decorated room you've seen in your entire life.

- The Captain's cabin. My cabin. Just like the Royal Palace, isn't it?

You laugh, eyes searching the room in wonder, taking in all the splendor and the treasure. There's a beautiful, black piano standing in the corner in the room, pages upon pages of music sheets thrown around it in disarray. Your eyes skim over the papers filled with black ink. And then, you see it. A gigantic bookcase, climbing the entirety of a wall, from top to bottom, filled with books. Your heart nearly jumps at the sight, and you cross the room with determination.

- Oh, this is just wonderful - you whisper, eyes flowing over the titles, some you recognize, some you don't.

You reach towards one of the books and pull it out with a smile.

- "Much Ado About Nothing" - you announce, and immediately step back, collidig with the bookcase.

You have no idea how the Captain managed to sneak up towards you so quietly, but here he stood, mere inches from you, one arm braced on the bookcase, his long black hair framing his face. His hat was left on top of the piano, and his coat became abandoned as well, leaving him in just a silk black shirt and leather trousers. An interesting combination, worthy of a rockstar.

- Do you enjoy Shakespeare? - he asks in a quiet, casual tone, as if the situation is the most normal it could've been

You swallow hard, regaining your composure, bringing the book closer to your chest, as if to shield yourself from his oppressing aura.

- Not particularly, no - you admit - This is an exception.

The Captain pushes closer, and your eyes start to search a way for potential escape.

- What is it about?

- Oh... it's... - you stammer, the hard cover of the book digging into your chest from how hard you're holding onto it.

His smell invades your senses, swirling in your mind and bringing blush back to your cheeks. Slowly, but surely, you begin to be entranced by this strange, dangerous man. Even the gleaming hook propped right above your head doesn't hold as much power as it used to. It all feels so intimate, nearly suffocating. It makes you wonder. If you're dreaming, what harm could be done, in letting yourself be seduced by this beautiful pirate?

He answers for you, his left hand coming up to brush hair out of your face, silver rings bringing stark, cold contrast to your heated skin.

- It's about two people, who hate each other, but over time discover they're in love.

- Ah, a love story? - his eyebrows furrow - I was never a fan of those.

You shake your head slightly.

- A love story, in a way yes. Mostly it's just funny. - you try to defend your story - But yes, the romance part is beautiful and witty, it's inspiring, really.

Captain Hook leans down, his hand leaving your face and sliding towards the book. Slowly, he worms his fingers under your hold, pulling the book out of your hands. You stare at him in confusion, as he skims through the pages, eyes jumping over the words with an unreadable expression.

- "Some Cupid kills with arrows, some with traps." - he reads out loud, and you watch his eyes crinkle, as he shoots you a smile. - Wise words.

You observe with growing anticipation, as he opens his hand. The book slides out, falling to the floor with a thud. Your eyes snap back to him, catching him in the process of staring at your lips.

- “I had rather hear my dog bark at a crow, than a man swear he loves me.” - you whisper.

- So cruel - he muses, the ghost of his breath fanning over the side of your neck. - I shan't even suggest "love", my darling "Lady Disdain". I do, however, require payment for guiding you through this ship.

His working hand climbs the expanse of your neck, pushing your head up, enough for you to feel the bookcase behind you. Acting on instinct, your leg travels up, the night gown slipping, exposing your thigh.

- And what would that payment entail? - you ask, your heart thrumming hard against your ribs, like a bird still longing to be freed from the cage.

- A kiss.

Your heated stares meet in the corner of your left eye, where he hovers over your pulse point. Soon, your lips pull back into a crooked smile.

- Just a kiss?

- And whatever more you can give me. - his eyebrows knit together, as he answers with a pout on his lips, a poor attempt at acting innocent.

As if there was ever a time for innocence, on this strange ship sailing through your dreams. So, you arch your back from the bookcase, hand coming up to drag itself along his arm. Meanwhile, your leg hooks itself around his calf, intention clear as day.

- What will I get in return, should I decide to give you more? - you say in a low voice, the huskiness of your tone surprising, but welcomed by the Pirate with open arms.

The cold metal of his hook startles you, as it begins to travel from behind your ear, along the main artery, until it rests between your collar bones.

- You'll become one of my most valued possessions.

At this, you frown with no real malice behind the expression. It is a dream after all. That being said, one of your hands reaches up and behind him, fingers worming their way into his soft hair. It takes one gentle scratching motion to his scalp, and the Captain nearly moans, his knees buckling under your touch. It soon became clear as day he wasn't used to physical contact, or at least, didn't get much of it.

- I'll have you know, I treasure my freedom greatly. - you counter, fingers tangling themselves into his black locks and tugging ever so gently.

- Is that so? - his voice cracks, but he tries to hide it, by dragging his hook down the front of your body, until it catches onto the fabric of your night gown. - So do I. But sometimes, one needs to take some risks, to gain something one wants.

- And what is it, that you want, Captain? - your question dissapears into his mouth, as he finally closes the distance between you.

To his credit, at first he tries to be gentle, to go slow and sensual. But as soon, as you allow him to continue kissing you, all pretense goes out the window. His beard scratches your face, as he presses himself impossibly close to you, tongue slipping past his lips and nearly forcing itself into your mouth. You grant him access with no grace left, sighing loudly, when his teeth drag themselves over your bottom lip, biting hard enough to draw blood. He laps the red liquid like a man dying of thirst, and you start to wonder, perhaps your sleep-deprived mind has conjured a pirate vampire.

Finally, when you think your lungs can't take any second more without air, he pulls back. His eyes scan your face, and his expression turns smug, as he notices the redness around your lips, the way they are swollen from the kiss.

- Right now, I want to take you over this desk there. - he answers your nearly forgotten question, and your heart lurches from your chest.

- What are you waiting for, then? - perhaps, you sound just a little bit desperate, but why should you care, it was just a dream after all, and you were far too turned on to play any more games.

So, you squeal in delight, as his arm sneaks under your thigh, and he hoists you up. Your arms immediately encircle his neck, and as he carries you over to the desk, your mouth begins a journey of exploration of the space under his chin. Your tongue darts out, licking a long stripe along his pulse, and you begin to worry he'll drop you, from the way his entire body shivers.

Soon, your ass hits the surface of the desk, rich mahogany carved into many intricate designs, never to be appreciated, because as much as you'd love to explore all the antiques, the man before you looks much more appetizing. God, he's beautiful, as he towers over you in all his glory, hair ruffled and shirt even more undone than before. His eyes bear into you, and from where you're sitting, you start to feel like prey, waiting for the predator to strike. And so, he does, his hooked hand coming up to your gown, and dragging it down. You gasp, as the fabric tears, falling alongside your body in long stripes.

- You'll be the death of me - the Captain mutters, eyes slowly climbing over every inch of your exposed skin.

And then he dives in, like a man starved, and all you can do, is angle your neck to give him better access. There's no need for tenderness, as he all but ravishes your neck with rich kisses, his working hand roaming every inch of your exposed body, still, carefully avoiding the one place you needed it the most. The ,almost, painful pressure between your legs starts to build up, not enough to tip you over the edge, but enough to make you annoyed at the lack of any real friction. So, with a furrowed brow and a desperate pout, your hand finds purchase, tangled in his soft hair. Before long, you pull at the roots. Hard.

His head snaps back, teeth snared at the pain you were suddenly causing him. He gives you a confused expression, and you have to shake yourself from the trance his wild eyes put on you.

- Fuck me already, would you? - you pant out, shame thrown out the window.

You can see his face morph right before your very eyes. From slight confusion, to pure, focused determination. You nearly laugh, as he lets go of you almost imediately, in favor of trying to get his pants untied and off of his body, cursing under his breath, as his hand just can't seem to work fast enough. With an affectionate smile, you pull yourself up, hands coming up to help him, detangling the strings holding his leather pants together. Before you can get a glimpse of what's awaiting you, his hand grabs yours, pushing your body down, to lie on the surface of the desk.

Wooden sculptures dig into your naked skin, but at this point, you can't find any care in the world, because his pants are down, and he watches you with such intensity, one would think you're a science project. You can't trust your words, so you just nod your head, in response to his silent request for permission. Soon, all thoughts leave your head, as he pushes in, in one, smooth, languid motion, as if savoring every miniscule twitch and twist of your body.

It's obviously been a long time for the both of you. Bodies finding familiarity in almost forgotten rythm, that starts slow, sensual and close. His breathing is shaky. You can feel his chest expand, his heart thrumming against your own. You allow yourself to get used to the feeling of having him inside you, each push and drag melting away at your bones, as your hands find their rightful place, scratching his working shoulder blades.

- C'mon. - you breath after a while of this tender love-making, and as if on cue, his hips snap up.

A squeak dies on your lips, as the Captain leans down to kiss you, his pace becoming faster, hips trying to move deeper. Soon, your whole body jumps on the surface of the desk, as the wood creaks rythmically under the weight of both of your bodies. You have the half-mind to note how sturdy the piece of furniture is, because the way this man above you is going, most of the surfaces in your apartment would've been reduced to splinters by now.

The Captain continues his ministrations, as the both of you grow closer and closer to you finish lines. Your voice slips past your lips as low, guttural groans, the pressure building seemingly with no chance of stopping it. You just need something to tip you over the edge. Pushed by the need for your own release, your right hand leaves the, now covered with sweat, back of the Captain, in favor of slipping between your conjoined bodies. You start rubbing quick circles, something to help you reach your goal, and as your body spasms, your voice grows ever-louder.

The man in front of you nearly trips in his fervor, your moans clearly affecting him. His brows shoot up, towards his hairline, as his hooked hand smashes itself into the surface of the desk. You would've been more alarmed by the violent outburts, if you weren't currently experiencing, what could easily be called one of the best orgasms of your life. Finding purchase in his stuck hook, the Captain resumes his work, going harder now, chasing his own high.

It doesn't take him long, before he topples over, moans and curses spilling freely from his lips, as his whole body weight crushes you. You're too close to being overstimulated, and you whine, as he finally slides out of you, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness, but satisfied nonetheless.

It takes the both of you a while to recover, as you stay for just a moment longer, tangled in eachothers arms, breathing slowly evening out. His head lifts from your chest to look at you, and you push sweat-drenched locks from his flushed cheeks.

He smiles, and for the first time, you can't see any ulterior motive in his expression. It's soft and serene, his eyes glossed over.

- Will the payment be sufficient? - you ask, voice hoarse from all the screaming you've just done.

- Entirely - the man laughs, and you can't help but giggle yourself.

Your body feels heavy with exhaustion. You let your head fall with a thud onto the desk. With half a mind, you note his body weight leaving yours, but there's no energy left in you, to try and look at him. Instead, you choose to close your eyes, the immediate relief of the darkness nearly wrenches a sigh out of you. Blood is pumping through your veins, you can hear it hum in your ears. The desk is slowly getting softer and softer under your body, as if your limbs become accustomed to the wooden surface.

And then, just as you're about to ask for a glass of water, or rum, or whatever the Captain chooses to drink, you smell a familiar scent.

Day's old coffee.

#peter pan #peter pan 2003 x reader #captain hook #captain james hook #captain hook smut #captain hook x reader #captain james hook x reader #my writing

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deadlymistletoe · 6 months

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Birthday Wishes

Pairing: Pirate!Killian Jones/Captain Hook x f!reader

Genre: Romance, fluff

Description: As your birthday comes to an end, you begin to doubt that Killian will show up, however when you go to your room there’s a surprise for you.

Warnings: None - fluff, insinuations/mentions of smut.

Word count: 1333

You let out a silent sigh as you caught your gaze going to the door yet again, tearing your attention back to your friends.

You knew better than to think he would walk through the door, you truly did, but a girl could hope.

So when you blew out the candles on the frosted cake, your mother reminding you to ‘make a wish’, your mind immediately conjured an image of a dark haired, red vested, leather wearing man.

If only. The cake had been cut and shared out, guests mingling and laughter filling the room as they ate, and he still hadn’t come.

A nudge to your side drew your attention from the half eaten piece of cake you were picking at to your best friend sitting beside you. Your table was otherwise empty as you looked up, meeting her knowing, sympathetic gaze.

Your affair with Killian Jones was unknown to all except the pirates first mate, and your best friend. She had once jokingly commented that if you ever eloped that she would have to be the maid of honour and Smee the best man.

You hadn’t had the heart to tell her that such a thing would likely never happen. That a pirate like him would never marry a nobleman’s daughter like yourself.

“He might still come. There’s time.” She tried to encourage you even as plates were cleared and collected, the party drawing ever closer to an end.

You sighed, shaking your head as you placed your fork down on your plate, letting the server take it away. “He’s not coming. I might as well accept it. He wouldn’t risk getting caught just for this; he shouldn’t.”

Your friend’s gaze turned disapproving. “Don’t downplay your feelings, Y/N. Pirate or not, if the man loves you as much as he seems to, he’ll be here.” Her lips twitched, although you could tell that she was completely serious as she spoke her next sentence. “And if he doesn’t turn up, then he’s a bastard who doesn’t deserve your love, and I’ll make sure he knows it too, fearsome captain or not.”

You rolled your eyes as the two of you moved towards the door to see the guests beginning to leave out.

She lowered her voice, giving you a reassuring squeeze on the hand. “Seriously though, he probably just got delayed. I’m sure if he knew how you were feeling now he’d be here in an instant.” She winked, “Maybe he’ll make up for it later with some hot pirate sex.”

You choked on the very air you were breathing, brushing off the concerned looks of your passing godparents as heat rushed to your cheeks. You shot your friend a glare before you both burst into what could only be described as a fit of giggles, earning yourselves confused looks from those left in the room.

Shortly after your friend left with a promise to talk tomorrow, you made your way down the halls to your room. A forlorn feeling had taken hold of you once you were on your own, and you desperately hoped that at the very least a letter would be waiting to wish you happy birthday even if the pirate himself couldn’t be there.

As you turned to face into your room after shutting the door, a breeze washed over you and your eyes were immediately drawn to the curtains fluttering, the window wide open - definitely not how you left it.

You hurried over, cautiously peering down into the garden below. No one. You frowned reaching out and pulling the shutters closed.

You were about to turn around when a hand brushed against your waist and you jumped sucking in a sharp breath, ready to scream, when the hand moved to place a finger against your lips and a familiar voice sounded in your ear.

“Shh, love. You don’t want to get me kicked out, do you?”

You let out a silent breath of relief, relaxing back against the figure behind you. A wave of happiness crashed over you, the forlorn feeling gone with that one sentence.

“Killian.” You murmured as his hand went back down to curl around your waist, holding you against him. You could feel the cool metal of his rings through your dress. “I thought you weren’t coming.”

His voice was low in your ear as he answered, thumb rubbing over your hip. “I’m sorry I’m late. I wasn’t sure your parents would appreciate a pirate crashing the party. Besides, I had an errand to run and it took longer than expected.”

You turned around in his arms, hands going to his leather covered shoulders as you eagerly drank in his features. Ocean blue eyes outlined in black. Lips slightly parted. Dark hair falling across his forehead. You couldn’t hold back your smile now that he was finally within arms reach. “I guess I can forgive you. How did you even get in here? We’re on the second floor.”

He flashed you one of those crooked smiles that made you melt. “Pirate, love. Or did you forget?”

You giggled, shaking your head. His smile widened at hearing your laughter, blue eyes sparkling with his own amusement.

You sighed, resting your head against his chest as he drew you closer. “I’m glad you’re here. I thought you might have forgotten.”

His arm tightened around your waist, lips brushing the top of your head in a light kiss. “I could never forget your birthday, love. I could never forget you.”

“I love you.” You whispered, “Leather and all.”

You pulled back slightly, tilting your head up to look at his face. “Now, are you going to tell me what errand was so important, by any chance?”

He stepped back even further, a strange look in his eyes as he gazed at you, and your brain seemed to short-circuit as he took a small leather pouch from inside his coat.

“I know you won't be able to wear it in front of your family, and I understand if you don’t want to go forward without their blessing, but I had this made from jewels I came across on my travels - they reminded me of you. I picked it up on the way here.”

Killian swallowed, and you vaguely registered the wetness in your own eyes as he dropped down to one knee in front of you, flicking the pouch open and letting a silver ring fall onto his palm.

Tendrils of silver wove around around two gems - one the colour of his eyes, the other of the dress you were currently wearing, and you could remember once commenting to Killian that it was your favourite colour.

Your eyes went back up to the man in front of you as he spoke, “I know our relationship has been uncertain at times, and there will always be challenges in a relationship like ours, but I am certain about you, and that will never change, so what do you say? Will you marry me?”

“Yes.” You whispered, feeling him slide the ring onto your finger as you held out your hand. You sniffed, using your other hand to wipe away the tears that had escaped as he stood up and wrapped his arms around you.

“I’m really hoping those are happy tears, love.” He murmured into your ear, and you laughed.

“Yes, yes of course they are. This is the best birthday ever.” You pressed your lips to his before he pulled back just enough to speak with a smile.

“I’m glad. Now, I believe I heard something about ‘hot pirate sex’ as I passed a window downstairs?” He raised an eyebrow at you, amusement shining in his eyes as a light blush covered your cheeks. “How about we make that happen, eh love?”

The last coherent thought you had that night was that tomorrow you would have to tell your best friend that her elopement fantasies would be coming true.

Your birthday wish must have worked after all.

#imagines #female reader #killian jones #killian jones x reader #captain hook #once upon a time

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retold-tales · 1 year

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Hi, can you do a smut oneshot between the female reader x and my favorite Disney villain, Captain Hook please? Can it also start with love at first sight? Thank yo.

A Pirates Life For Me

Captain hook x Chief's daughter Reader

Summary: the chief's eldest daughter being the one to hold the famous pirate's heart

I wiggled in the bag trying to get comfortable it wasn't my first rodio with being kidnapped but this is the first time they actually got this far "the captain can finally be proud" one of the pirate goons chuckled as he layed me onto the ground "I'll go get the captain" one of the others clapped happily "captain, captain" he called loudly

the sound of a door slamming silenced the crew "what is it smee" a shrill voice screamed "we got her captain we got her" the one who I'm assuming is smee yelled happily as he pulled the bag off of me, it to a second to focus my vision I saw the goons loom over me while still Leaving a gap for the captain to see, I squinted to see the captain who I know is the famous captain hook he wore his signature red coat and hat his eyes slowly took my body in his eyes looking me over before he finally spoke "well well well aren't you a pretty little thing" he quickly gestured for the crew to bring me closer they quickly did so carefully but quickly he grabbed my face turning it direction as he examined it before smirking deeply "take her to my cabin" he said stepping aside my eyes flattened scared of what he's going to do with me the men quickly threw me inside and brought me over to a chair infront of his desk quickly binding me to it before scarring out captain hook stepped inside and shut the door before making his way over to me and placing himself infront of me on the desk "what is it you want hook" I muttered trying to keep my eyes from wondering over his body "well isn't it obvious" he smiled "where is peter pan hiding" he asked sternly learning towards me "you kidnapped the wrong daughter if you want to know that" I murmured also leaning closer, our faces were only inches apart "well I think you do know" he whispered putting his hand on my thigh while staring deeply into my eyes I gulped as he slowly traced circles up and down my thigh "come on just tell me" he murmured dragging his fingers higher and higher slipping under my skirt making its way up to my core my eyes flattered as he ran his finger up and down my slit before plunging in I bit my lip hard not wanting to let out a moan he slowly thrusted in and out in and out before adding another one I shut my eyes tightly and slowly started panting and moaning "that's it yn that's it" I looked at him confused "how did yo-" "what you really think I haven't been watching you" he smirked and used his thumb to rub my clit I lifted my head up as I let out more intense moans as I neared my climax "please please" I pleaded my body began to shake and tremble as I got closer and closer, my eyes closed tightly and a loud moan escaped my mouth as I came "that's a good girl" he murmured taking his hand away i leaned my head back against the chair trying to catch my breath but gasped as I felt a rough hand grab my neck tightly

"don't think we're done yet deary".

#fanfic #disney #disney imagine #disney movies #disney x reader #disney smut #disney x reader smut #captain hook x reader #captain hook #captain hook x reader smut #captain hook fanfic #captain hook smut

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professor-doctor-doctor · 11 months

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Yet another Neverland piece because I am actively losing my marbles.

#captain hook #neverland #peter and the starcatcher #disney villains #mr smee #hook 1991 #hook x smee #peter pan #tinkerbell #they get a kick out of tormenting these old men it’s so funny #my version #art #fanart

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notyourhetloki · 1 year

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the question

Pronouns: he/him

/Captain James Hook x Reader/

A/N: It's been OVERDUE at this point... how come I've never written anything about this man before?? I love him so much he's my babygirl idk what else to say. Enjoy!

Warnings: alcohol, mention of needles, suggestive themes, PINNING Song Rec: Mr.Kitty - After Dark

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During a celebration at the Jolly Roger, Captain James Hook decided to party a little too much and, in other words, got absolutely drunk.

And during that evening he ended up hurting himself with his hook… again. But this time he dismissed Smee and instead asked for your assistance, which was odd. You knew better than to complain, though.

You were both alone in his cabin now, Hook sat down while you gathered the medical kit and then helped him take his shirt and hook off (making you blush in the process) to reveal a small gash below his collarbone, that would need stitches.

"Please be still, Captain. This will hurt…" but he was so inebriated you doubted he would feel a thing "I'll try to be quick".

"James… you can call me James, you know." He said in a raspy low voice, sending shivers down your spine. Since you met the man, he had that effect on you… even when you tried to suppress it.

"James… please be still or else I'll stab you." You showed Hook your needle playfully, and he reciprocated with a big smile.

"Be a good boy and help me out then?" Good boy… that man would drive you insane. "Sure… I'll be a good boy." he smiled slyly

A few minutes in silence passed as you concentrated on the sutures, and the whole time you felt his eyes on you like prey. You could feel a drop of sweat down your temple, nervous at his presence.

"I want to buy you some new clothes" He nonchalantly said, his confession drawing a giggle from you. "Are my clothes not to your liking, Cap- James?"

"Don't be offended, dear. I would just like to see you in some fancier clothing. You would look good in satin, I'm sure…" You both laughed, the thought of him wanting to see you matching his fancy clothes made you blush. You decided to exploit a little bit of his drunkness and expand on the fantasy. "What about gold? Do I deserve some jewelry with that new wardrobe?"

James stayed quiet for a second, his forget-me-not eyes widening with the question. "I would love to see you draped in gold! Necklaces, earrings and rings." He made a pause to fantasize and soon admitted. "Would love to see you laying on my bed, on top of my satin sheets and surrounded by jewels." That… was a lot. If you were blushing before you were now burning, but you couldn't help but press him even more.

"So you'd like to see me on your bed with fancy clothes and gold around me?" You made a pause to look at him, and what you found were dark eyes filled with something… lustful. "No, just the jewels."

You swallowed dry as your core burned with desire. THE Captain James Hook… he wanted you. More than you could ever imagine, he fantasized about you. And you have been oblivious to it.

But he was drunk, nothing could ever happen between you two in these conditions, so you just continued to work on the stitches.

"I'm sorry I've gone too far, my love. But I must admit, I love to see you blush." James apologized with a little smile and you reassured him everything was fine. He hadn't gone too far, not yet.

"I'm all finished, now… Let me help you stand, Captain." as you both stood up, you could finally process what happened. He was in front of you, shirtless and flirty as hell. James looked so good… you couldn't believe this was happening.

"May I ask you a question, my hearty?" Your heart skipped a beat at the sweet way he referred to you as. "Of course, James." He looked right into your eyes, your legs shaking in anticipation.

"May I kiss you?" Your whole body burned, and for a moment you considered it genuinely "James…".

You caressed his face while he pulled you in with his left arm, but you blocked his lips with your fingers. "You're drunk, Captain… I want you to ask me another time. The same question."

"And what would be the answer?" He looked disappointed, but not mad in any way.

"You'd have to ask to find out…" you smiled at him, granting a big smile from him in return. "Naughty boy."

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#hook #captain hook #captain james hook #captain hook x reader #captain hook x male reader #peter pan 2003 #headcanon #self insert #y/n #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #imagine #notyourhetloki

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incorrectneverland · 2 years

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Smee: How about an I do you you do me kinda deal?

Hook: Ex-fucking-scuse me!?

Smee: In terms of tattoos I mean.

Hook: ...I didn't say no.

#captain hook #incorrect peter pan #peter pan #incorrect quotes #hook x smee #disney #mr. smee

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daisies-daydreams · 1 year

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Captain Hook x F!Reader

Pairing: Captain Hook x F!Reader Category: Smut (18+) Warnings: Alcohol, Sexual Themes Word Count: 2k+

Summary: You’re a stowaway on the Jolly Roger trying to escape your dull life. Little did you know you would be swept away by the dashing Captain of the ship-it was love at first sight.

A/N: As requested by @disney-girl67. I hope you enjoy!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

You flinched when the lid to the barrel you were hiding in popped open. A wicked grin stretched across the bearded pirate’s face, his grimy teeth making you want to gag.

“Ello, love,” he sneered in a raspy voice. Before you knew it, you were being roughly dragged by your arms towards the Captain’s quarters. Several of the crewmates spat countless words at you or merely glanced as you were taken up the steps. The two men who carried you promptly threw you inside a spacious room, slamming the door shut behind them. You yelped when you nearly tumbled into the giant oak desk that stood in the center of the quarters. You slowly tilted your head up. The Captain’s raven locks curled and billowed around his shoulders, his one hand polishing the sharp hook that adorned his left arm. He seemed so tall as he stood with his back turned to you.

“Do you know what we do with stowaways, my dear?” he lilted, his voice dripping from his lips like venom. You trembled as you scrambled onto your hands and knees.

“N-No sir,” you swallowed. A dark chuckle cracked through the stale air as he placed his handkerchief into his pocket.

“We-” His charcoal eyes widened when he spun around. The wicked smirk that stretched across his face quickly dissolved, his lips tightening in a straight line. You blinked a few times. You’ve heard the tales of the dreaded Captain Hook, how utterly monstrous he was…and yet, you couldn’t help but deny the fact that you found him rather handsome. His prominent chin, sharp cheekbones and thin, long mustache all painted the picture of the dashing gentleman that stood before you. He suddenly coughed into his hook, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Well...usually we make them walk the plank,” Captain Hook said as he tugged at the collar of his clothes with his thick digit. You couldn’t help but notice the prominent blush that streaked across his face as he stepped closer to you. You backed away, a small amount of fear still puncturing your heart. You squeezed your eyes and ducked your head as he reached his hand out towards you. Your body relaxed when he gently patted your head, his fingers stroking through your hair.

“But for you, I’m sure I can make an exception...my darling,” Captain Hook said warmly. Your heart skipped a beat as his hand slid down to your chin, his fingers cupping underneath it to tilt your head back up. He looked at you softly, as if you were the finest gem in Neverland. “Pardon me, I don’t believe I got your name,” he hummed as he helped you to your feet. You played with the hem of your dress.

“I-It’s (Y/N),” you stammered. His heavy, leather boots thudded against the creaky floorboards as he laced his arm around yours.

“Miss (Y/N). What a lovely name for a lass like yourself,” he hummed. Your cheeks burned a dark crimson. Hook chuckled at your cute expression as he led you to have a seat on a maroon chez lounge. “And I suppose you know who I am?” he queried. You nodded.

“Y-Yes. Your Captain James Hook,” you muttered. He cracked a wide smile, the sound of his name on your lips soothing him like the sweetest rum.

“Clever girl,” Hook mused. “But you can simply call me James…if you wish,” he said lowly. You fiddled with your hands, your voice caught in your throat. He sat you down gently before barking for one of his men. Soon a rotund, older man named “Smee” came bumbling through the door. He panted before straightening his back.

“Y-Yes, Captain?” he stuttered, adjusting his glasses.

“Get Miss (Y/N) a pair of fresh clothes, and get us some rum while you’re at it,” Captain Hook ordered.

“Ay, Captain!” Smee said with a salute. He eyed you for a moment, giving you a small smile before slipping back through the door. The air seemed hot and thick as the Captain shrugged his coat off, hanging it atop his chair.

“I must say, my dear. You’re rather brave for stowing away on my Jolly Roger,” Hook praised. You watched as he placed his hat on top of his desk, the feather catching the light of the rising moon.

“Thank you,” you breathed, your hands clenching and unclenching. He turned towards you, eyes gentle yet hungry.

“Pardon me if this is sudden, Miss (Y/N),” Hook said as he stepped closer to you. Your breath hitched as he stroked your cheek with his rough, calloused hand. “Do you fancy me?” he asked. You trembled in his gentle hold like a rabbit. He studied you carefully, already knowing the answer to his question.

“Y-Yes,” you whispered. The man grinned as he knelt down to be face to face with you. His metal hook was cold against your skin as he brushed some hair from your face. Just as he moved forward to capture your lips, the door burst open. Smee gasped, nearly dropping the rum and clothes. Hook groaned, his brows furrowing and jaw clicking.

“I-I’m sorry, Captain!” Smee whimpered like a kicked dog. Hook rubbed his temples with his hand and metallic appendange. He said nothing as his second-mate scurried to place the clothes and rum near you before nearly tripping out the door. You bit your lip as you took the fresh pair of clothing into your hand. Hook paused before slowly turning around, not wanting to catch you in an indecent state...yet.

You were now clad in a merlot-colored dress, your shoes long forgotten and tossed aside. Hook cleared his throat before striding over to pour two glasses of rum, handing one of them to you. You observed the honey-colored liquid before taking a small sip. You coughed, the taste pungent and overwhelming. You quickly spat it back into your glass. The man stifled his laughter as he patted your back. You nearly choked again and his fingers trailed across your shoulder blades while he seated himself next to you.

He sighed, swirling his drink in the crystal glass before taking a full swig. You licked your lips as his Adam’s Apple bobbed while he drank. You gasped as he splayed his hand across your lower back. Hook sets both glasses aside before moving his hand down to your thigh.

"It's been quite some time since I've laid eyes on a beauty like yourself," the captain whispered, tracing your jawline with the end of his hook. You swallowed a lump in your throat. Something in you snapped, like a rattlesnake springing forward to strike. You suddenly found yourself straddling his lap, legs on either side of his. He chuckled softly, his hands coming up to rest on your hips.

“My, my, aren’t you bold?” Hook clicked his tongue as he looked you up and down. You were trembling again, this time from the warmth that flooded your entire body. Hook cupped your cheek in his hand as he pulled you into a deep, savory kiss. The taste of rum and tobacco laced the kiss, though it paled in comparison to how delectable his lips felt on yours. You pulled back after a few moments, mind foggy as your pupils blew in size. You rested your crotch on his lap, gasping at the feeling of his growing erection.

Hook groaned, his fingers digging into your waist. Your mind grew empty as you grinded down on his covered member. His lips found yours again as he bucked up into you. Both of you breathed heavily through your noses before he pulled away, his lips shiny with your saliva.

The captain silently picked you up, your legs wrapping around his torso as he carried you over to his large bed. You whimpered when his lips left yours as he placed you down on the plush mattress. You moaned as your neck was bombarded with kisses, squeezing your thighs as his hook latched onto the top of your dress. Your eyes shot open at the sound of tearing fabric, the cool night air hitting your exposed skin as your dress was torn in half. You went to cover up your breasts but he rested his hand and hook on your wrists.

“I want to see all of you, my dear,” he purred. You nodded, heart surely about to burst from your chest. You shuddered as he peeled your dress to the side, tossing it into a dark corner. You spread your legs for him, his clothed cock coming down to slot in between your thighs. You gasped and grabbed at his ruffled shirt as he grinded into you, his hard erection feeling too large to fit inside your tight hole.

His wet lips traced up and down your neck, suckling over your pulse while two of his fingers danced along your soaked slit. Heat rose through your core as Hook pushed his digits inside, savoring the feeling of wetness that coated his fingers. You leaned your head back and moaned as he trailed his hook across your perky nipples. He began to pump his fingers into your pussy, slowly, steadily. You bit your lip as your hips began to move on their own, chasing your high.

“That’s it,” Hook purred as he added a third finger. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your pussy stuffed to the brim as his thrusts became more eager. His hook traced circles around your breast while he bit and licked across your other one. It was all becoming too much.

“J-James, I’m gonna-” before you could finish your sentence, a white light flashed before your eyes. You arched your back as you came around Hook’s fingers. He growled as he watched you become undone below him, pulling his fingers out when your walls relaxed. Your mind felt dizzy from the orgasm as you blinked a few times.

“James, please, I need you,” you keened, your hands fisting the silky sheets. He groaned into your neck before stripping himself of his own clothes. You drooled and raked your hands down every dip and curve of his broad chest and rugged abs. You stopped just shy of the base of his cock, admiring the silhouette of his hard erection. Hook murmured something beneath his breath before guiding your hand down to your side. You bit your lip as he fisted his dick, grunting all the while staring at you with his dark, hungry eyes.

“May I take you, Miss (Y/N)?” Hook prompted as he hovered above you. You shivered when the cold metal of his hook traced along the side of your face. You nodded, eyes half lidded as you spread your legs even wider.

“Please,” you breathed as you fluttered your lashes. That was all he needed to hear. You gasped as he lined his tip to your entrance and breached your gummy walls with an audible squelch. You threw your head back as he bottomed out inside of you, stretching you like no man had before. He licked his lips.

“Are you alright?” he asked. You nodded, bucking your hips forward ever so slightly. Hook understood the message and began to pump in and out of your wet hole. You mewled when he pressed the pad of his thumb to your bundle of nerves, massaging it deeply and slowly, reflecting how he thrusted into you. “You’re so beautiful, my dear. So, so beautiful,” Hook praised. His words sent shivers down your spine and straight into your core.

You wrapped your legs around his lower back, pressing him impossibly deeper. The fat, mushroom tip of his cock kissed your cervix with each stroke across your walls. Every thrust became more powerful and feral as he suddenly gripped your thighs and pushed them forward. You moaned at the feeling of his hook pushing up beneath your knee, the tip nearly digging into your soft flesh. You wailed and moaned as he pistoned into your spongy g-spot, hands flying up to breach his shoulders. The pleasure was building and rising to the surface like a geyser.

“Yesyesyes,” Hook repeated as his balls slapped against your slick pussy lips, his cock drilling into you at an animalistic pace.

“JAMES!” you cried as your jaw went slack. He groaned your name as your walls spasmed around his length, his arms nearly buckling at the side of your head. Hook pulled himself out, stroking himself rapidly before he spilled his warm, thick cum across your exposed belly and breasts. Both of you panted, your voices lost to the pleasure that coursed through your veins. Hook quickly dove down to bombard your lips with rough, heated kisses.

“I love you,” he said quickly, eyes blown from his euphoria. You smiled and cupped his rugged face.

“I love you, too,” you cooed. It wasn’t long before you were cleaned up and asleep in his arms, his hook hanging over you protectively.

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Thank you for reading! ❤️

#captain hook x reader #captain hook disney #reader insert #smut #fluff #love at first sight

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