#hook x smee

[professor-doctor-doctor]

Pride Blorbo posting!!!

#otp #captain hook #hook x smee #neverland #peter and the starcatcher #disney villains #gay captain hook #hook 1991 #theyre gay and in love #team fortress 2 #team fortress medic #team fortress heavy #tf2 #red oktoberfest #medic x heavy #riddler #Twoface #batman forever #Gotham villains #btas #riddler x twoface #twiddler #gay #mlm #fanart #they’re the only ones ever #all of the ones on the left are gay all of the ones on the right are bi how did this line up so perfectly

[wroogymoony]

Hook x Smee

Finally I have finished this piece.Smee is really in love with his captain.Do not judge him,he is right.

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thank you all for support and sharing art love.

#art #artists on tumblr #artwork #digital art #digital illustration #drawing #captain hook #disney #disney fanart #fanart #hook x smee #sexy content #sexy pose #beautiful #gorgeous #legs #cute #gay couple #gay men #gayhot #gay #gay art #gay pride #gayboy #relationship #so hot 🔥🔥🔥 #hot as fuck #hot nude #hot as hell #manxman

[puppethugz]

first post hi I like these old men anyways og outfits under cut also ignore the fact that I forgot to draw his hook silly me

#peter pan #peter pan 1953 #peter pan fanart #captain hook #smee #mr smee #captain hook x smee #hook x smee #disney fanart #disney fandom

[incorrectneverland]

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

[diaryofasugarfiend]

Lilo and Stitch references.

Captain Hook attempts to ask his crush out but is cockblocked by some nonsense. Sugar reassures him that Dr. Facilier is actually into him.

And Smee gets some villain counseling.

#disney #disney villains #peter pan #the princess and the frog #captain hook #dr facilier #dr. facilier #captain james hook #captain hook disney #disney captain hook #peter pan 1953 #disney's peter pan #peter pan disney #disney peter pan #princess and the frog #disney oc #mr. smee #my art #lilo and stitch #captain hook x Dr. facilier

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Oh God his hand over his mouth when he realizes baes cloak is gone.

Fuck you hook you fucking asshole. I get the revenge thing, but God man it's all he has of bae.

How the fuck did smee even know about it? I can't see rumple chatting to him about it after his experiment.

What's with the experiment mr. Gold?

Oh yeah I have some old clothes of my long lost son and since this worked on your old raggedy grandma knitted cap it should work on that!

Oh and this old clothes of your long lost son, do you have a hoard of them or is it all you have?

It's all I have, my most precious item in all the world, all I have left of my sweet loving son.

*smee writing* ah okay good, do you keep it somewhere super safe then? Or just like in your house?

Oh hell no not my house I keep it in a safe in a wall in my shop!

#mr. gold is too chatty apparently #or hook amd smee are good spies #once upon a time #rumplestiltskin #belle x rumple #ouat rumple #rumbelle #belle ouat #belle #killian jones #baelfire #captain hook #mr. smee #ouat

[idontliketomatoesleavemealone]

CJ: okay, how do I flirt with Freddie? Sammy: just compliment her or something! CJ, shaking her head: I can't compliment her. She might think I like her. Sammy: that is the WHOLE POINT OF FLIRTING WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU-

#disney descendants #CJ Hook #Sammy Smee #Freddie Facilier #Freddie Facilier x CJ Hook #Sammy Smee is not paid enough for this

[dcomfanwrites]

SMEE & Hook ; Prologue

~

"Sir don't you think he had enough?" mr. Smee asked with concern in his voice.

"He had enough when I say he had enough!" Captain Hook barked, slapping a belt onto the back of  his son.

The poor boy screamed in pain and tears rolled down his cheeks.

"P- please... F-father..." he begged.

His older sister had fled the house as soon as she could and his little sister, she wasn't around when his father did these things to him, and neither she knew about it.

"Shut up!" Hook yelled, slapping the boy multiple times.

"Sir with all due respect, you need to stop!" mr. Smee said and Hook looked at him with a death stare.

"You want to tell me how to raise my son? You're a fat single father of four. And your daughter is raising your sons!" Captain Hook barked and mr. Smee had to do his utter best to keep calm.

"That I'm not around them often because you want me to be here every single day, watching how your hurt your son. And I am soending every minute that I'm home with all of them. Because I care a lot about them. Because I do love my children. Unlike you." he spat and Hook cackled.

"Because I do love my children." he repeated mockingly, then he noticed how his son scrambled to his feet and he pushed him down immediately.

"Did I say you could get up!?" he yelled and the poor boy nearly shit himself.

"Dad! It's Sammy! I- The twins- Dad-!" A girl's voice yelled when she ran to them.

Mr. Smee turned to her and Hook didn't think twice as he aimed his gun at the girl.

"Leave y/n. You know you're not allowed to be here." he said coldly and Harry (obviously Hook's son) looked at the girl.

"Y/n, please... please just go..." he begged.

Then stubborn Y/n ignored both of them.

"Dad something is wrong with Sammy..."

"Go to the Facilliers. I'll be there soon okay?"

"But dad-!"

"Y/n please... I'll be there as soon as I can--"

"ENOUGH!" Hook barked, he lost his patience.

"You leave or I'll blast a bullet through your brain!" he threatened y/n.

"No-!" Harry mumbled as he got up.

His dad looked at him.

"You're stopping me? Don't make me laugh." he said with a chuckle and mr. Smee left with y/n, giving Harry an apologetic glance before they disappeared.

"Now, back to your punishment." Hook snarled, grabbing Harry's arm and the boy yelled in pain...

#descendants #harry hook #disney descendants #original story #fanfictions #smee #harry hook x reader #sammy smee #squirmy smee #squeaky smee #love this #please don't judge me #wattpad #my wattpad

[bi-sexu-alien]

Bursting bubbles

James Hook x OC short scene

(overwhelmed heroine, grumpy character provides comfort, fluff, mostly just my pent-up frustration in a very different setting, slight mention of blood and weapons and panic)

My anger was vibrating through me out of control. I had enough of the lies and half-truths everyone wanted to shove down my throat.

So when James started to try and manipulate me to reveal what happened with Wendy, I didn’t even think I just pinned him against the wall. I knew I could never be able to hurt him, but just trying was satisfying in a way I couldn’t describe.

The little knife, I snatched from the kitchen counter, was the perfect extension of my arm and the sight of James’s bright red blood made me shiver.

Smee and Starkey both pulled out their guns as soon as I shoved their boss. Jamed looked almost proud before those movements, but after the guards actions his demeanor changed to angry and annoyed.

"Don’t you dare shoot her! If you do I’ll peel your skins from your faces" – he growled threateningly and the two men put their weapons away immediately, though their expressions remained worried. To be honest, before James spoke even I wasn't one hundred percent sure that I wouldn't try to seriously hurt him, but the rough sound of his sound waves pulled me back to reality.

"Shit…" - I exclaimed as my arms went numb and I dropped the knife, that reached the kitchen fork with a loud clang. "Sorry" – I looked at James regretfully, but his face didn’t seem bothered anymore. I repeated my apology to the guards as well, then I hurried out of the room to reflect on my actions.

My heartbeat was racing as I closed myself in the bathroom, trying to calm my breathing before the panic could take over.

"What the hell Willow?..." – I sighed to myself leaning to the door, frightened of myself.

I stepped up to the sink to wash my face with cold water, but deliberatley avoided to look at my reflection in the mirror above it.

Soft knocking came from the door.

"Just a minute!" – I said, forcing my eyes to my image in the mirror to make sure I was presentable again.

"Are you okay?" – came the question almost like a growl from James, as soon as I opened the bathroom door.

His closeness and investigative look caught me off guard so it took a minute to process and put on the perfectly practised smile.

"Of course. I’m so sorry about my outburst, it will never happen again I assure you" – even as I said the words, I knew this wasn’t gonna convince him. He saw the cracks already, smelled the weakness and the animal inside of him locked onto it.

"Willow" – his voice lowered dangerously which I didn’t think was possible.

"James?" – I asked, trying desperately trying to maintain my facade.

"I’m not one of the brainless idiots you live with, who can be fooled by this phony smile, so don’t disrespect me by thinking so" – his eyes softened but he seemed annoyed and with that, I dropped the smile.

His face emanated relief and pride, which I couldn’t understand, since everyone tought me to always hide my real feelings and deal with them privatley and alone. My confusion must have been visible cause he said:

"Here you don’t have to hide anything. Not with me" – and he seemed truthful and serious.

"I’m…" - I started to apologize again, but he placed a finger upon my mouth, effectively shutting me up.

"No apologies anymore either. Your feelings are not something you should feel shame about. They come with the perfect package that you are" – as he gently spoke, my heartbeat skipped a beat and my breathing quickened again. It seemed like he was waiting for confirmation that I understand, but his finger still rested on my lips so I just nodded. Then he took his hand away and I had to push away the urge, to reach for it.

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Hi, there readers. Hope you like it. Still new to this whole writing in English thing so if you find any grammar mistakes please be patient.

#james hook #Darling #captain hook #short scenario #comfort #losing control #overwhelmed #fluff #hook fics #captain james hook #mr. smee #peter pan #disney #grumpy #grumpy x sunshine

[blackholeofprocrastination]

I watched an old pirate movie over the weekend and now I’m in the mood to write fic so...

Send me three words from this prompt list and I will write you three drabbles written in my cracktastic pirate!sansa x prince!jon au. 

PROMPT LIST (shared below)

favor

evade

shadows

history

layers

tender

ribbon

fade

duty

imposter

lessons

promise

mother

spark

valor

consume

dreams

gilded

remnants

heat

flight

rainstorm

bearings

fool

linger

secrets

undignified

ghosts

belong

discover

ink

wrong

forest

luck

comfort

startle

ornament

mercy

faces

alone

snow

misunderstanding

laughter

cloak

forfeit

north

want

counsel

hero

stitch

lemons

caution

father

blood

tides

greed

wine

calloused

hollow

lantern

fated

scars

thief

melody

fragile

distance

possession

truth

gift

unravel

childhood

questions

armor

ruin

paint

dragon

lost

trade

courtesy

regrets

capture

stars

forget

devotion

wield

plunder

legend

torture

lover

deceit

shield

cage

bloom

stubborn

wind

shame

capsized

jest

loyal

names

#i really want to play in this au and this seems like a fun way to do it #jonsa #jon x sansa #send me things #trying to distract myself from the mountain of work sitting on my desk lol #theon is the mr. smee to sansa's captain hook...it's a vibe

[professor-doctor-doctor]

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

[plutoswritingplanet]

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

[deadlymistletoe]

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

[incorrectneverland]

*Tink holding their baby*

Hook: Oh God, I can’t believe one of us actually has one of these.

Smee: I know, I still am one of these.

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

[jell-o101]

Played more of the game today and oh my goodness Oswald is so silly I love him, so today I offer the silly animation he does

Also I know Oswald flies in the second game so I tried thinking of how that would work in the au

OH MY GOD YOU ARE TOTALLY FEEDING MY BRAIN OOOUUGHHHHHH

The balloons on Luigi to be like Oswald’s helicopter ears are PERFECT.

And Oswald having his electrical remote is perfect for Luigi, since for “Epic Mickey,” Luigi is Mr. L while he goes back to normal in “Epic Mickey 2,” but still retains his engineering skills. Hence, the remote!

Ok ok ok…so…

Egadd as Yen Sid since they both make a special Brush.

Mario as Mickey

Luigi as Oswald (particularly Mr. L at first)

Daisy as Ortensia 🥺

Toadsworth as Gus

Angasma (?) as the The Mad Doctor?

Megabug (?) as The Blot?

Peg Leg Pete should make sense as Bowser, but he’ll be Wario instead.

Clarabelle and Horace…are…um…???

Pete Pan is DEFINITELY Peasley flying on his weird Flying Bean thing

Animatronic Hook is maybe an animatronic Cackletta? Or someone else?

Mr. Smee is definitely Fawful lol (a depressed Fawful)

This is just the few characters that come in mind for an Epic Mickey x Mario Bros AU. This will definitely change Hehehe.

I might go into the topic of the realms next 👀

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Didn't wanna max out my media additions so collage of reactions a plenty.

Girls supporting girls.

Mulan and Belle as a team up is fucking fantastic. Her brains and her brawn? He'll yeah.

I fucking love her.

I can just see her reading all her books in the library before the opening and that's how she knew that was in there.

Well at least organized them.

Maybe she has an eidedic memory?

You're lucky he didn't stomp your ass smee.

If I had a nickel for everytime a douchebag character fucked up majorly with the people around him and then turned into a rat, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot but it's weird it happened twice.

Belle I love you and your big smart brai . But why THE FUCK are you going there alone???

Archie!!! Yay now everyone can stop blaming regina!

Archie don't fucking argue with belle!

Also you spilled about her being important to rumple so you better fucking do what she says! Even if you're scared rumple will beat your ass.

Ooooh you're in for it now. If you weren't already for thr shawl, you sure as fuck are now for threatening her.

Also belle WHYD YOU PUT THE GUN DOWN??

See this is how you support a friends special interest. Listening and encouragement.

Oh fuck he better not spill about rumple killing milah. Though it wouldn't shock me.

Right now Milah reminds me of Monica in Shameless, hates the husband but ditches the kids fucking up everything in her wake.

Why would she leave him?

Because he was a coward. And she loved me.

I'm doing that boy a favor??? Um no hook you aren't bae deserves at minimum an apology from rumple.

Around this point belle was like why do you even want it? And hook said "because she made it"

Gives him the teeniest tiniest twinge of sympathy.

There he goes, fuck. Belle it was way before you and he should've have killed her but he did.

#I'm sure milah is gonna be back at some point #this show is like supernatural #if someone's gone they arent for long #belle ouat #mulan ouat #captain hook #rumplestiltskin #ouat rumple #mr. smee #mr. gold #belle #belle x rumple #killian jones #ouat #once upon a time