#captain james hook smut

[why-what-no]

New Obsession

Pairing: Captain James Hook x Reader, Former Peter Pan x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Swearing, Attempted Murder, Dacryphilia

Notes: guys, I finally posted something for the first time in a while! You proud of me?? Sorry for disappearing, I had so much going on irl, but I’ve got a bunch of spare time over the next while so I’m gonna try to get back into writing more often and finally getting through the last couple of requests I haven’t finished yet :):)

Summary: Having visited Neverland many times before as a child, she returned to Neverland after growing and was struck with the realization that it wasn’t what she remembered. Pan was no longer her anchor and protector, and she was forced to realize that everything on the island is a danger to her. Except for, to her surprise, the gentleman pirate whom she used to be terrified of

All around (Y/N), the pirates were reveling on the deck of the Jolly Roger, completely unaware of the way her mind was racing. Her heart heavy as the thoughts of Peter crushed her. The lost boy never stayed away from her thoughts for long, always returning with some good memories as well as the more recent terrible ones.

"Please tell me you forgive me, lost girl." His green eyes were filled with tears and his voice breaking as he held her down against the bed, dagger in his raised hand. Preparing to plunge it down into her heart, a betrayal worse than anything she had ever experienced. "I have to do this. I have to! But I couldn't live if you don't forgive me."

The heartbroken sound in his voice and look on his face made her want to forgive him; an automatic reaction that made her feel sick. Disgusted in herself and her weakness. Did she truly love that boy – any boy – so much that she could forgive him for her murder? With no explanation or attempt at redemption?

But she didn't give him a reply, and when he faltered, she ran. And now, she was with the people she had once considered her enemies. To an extent, they still were, of course. But they were also now her best hope for allies against Peter – against Pan – on this island. And there was something about the forget-me-not blue of their captain's eyes... they almost made her forget that the color green existed.

Now, those eyes were staring at her from the other side of the deck, as Hook sat in his captain's chair, gazing intensely at (Y/N) without any emotions on his face. His crew was cheering and grinning around him, but he didn't even spare them a glance.

It almost made her tense up, she wasn't used to feeling such vulnerability, pinned under the gaze of a man like Hook. She remembered him vaguely from when she was a young girl, although she had never actually interacted with him until the week she had left. He had seemed so old to her, so scary and untouchable. Peter had always encouraged her to feel that way.

Maybe that was why she felt like he was gazing into her soul. Because few people had known her that young, and the ones that did were all either her dearest allies or worst enemies. At the moment, Hook was neither. And so she didn't quite know how to feel about him. There were no boxes to put him into in her head.

But unfortunately for her sanity and dignity, there were words to explain the unsettled allure that his gaze made her feel in the pit of her stomach.

It didn’t help that he looked so… enticing. Strong and angular features, and a gracefulness in the way he moved. Everything was deliberate with him, every action purposeful and stayed in her mind for longer that it should. His pale skin stood in contrast to his long dark hair, cascading over his face and framing those hypnotic forget-me-not blue eyes. 

He stood up, drawing glances from his crew but quickly being ignored again when they recognized that he wasn't about to give any announcements. No, only (Y/N) was looking at him as he made his way towards her. Like a large cat, a mountain lion or a panther ready to pounce. To tear her apart.

But he didn't, merely stopped in front of her, leaning forward as the girl looked up into his eyes. It wasn't that he completely towered over her, but his regality, his aura of power made her feel like he did. "And are you enjoying this evening?" He asked, whispering into her ear. The sound of his voice and the warmth of his breath so close making her nearly shiver.

"Yes." She replied, taking care that her voice sounded even and calm. Trying to ignore how fast her heart was beating, how she had never felt an affect like this before. Like he was a flame that could burn her any second.

Hook's lips curved into a small smile. "Wonderful, a lady such as yourself deserves a fine celebration." His gleaming hook moved to hover against her back, keeping it at a respectful distance. But even though it wasn't touching her, she could practically feel the coolness of the metal against her clothes. It took all her control not to lean into his touch.

"Thank you." She responded, doing her utmost best not to look at him while his eyes stayed glued to her face. "Although I might go to bed soon. I've had enough excitement for the day, I think."

"Of course." Hook responded in a voice that possibly sounded almost... disappointed? "I shall give you the space to relax now, and make sure none of my pirates bother..."

"No -"

(Y/N) mentally slapped herself at her quiet outburst as Hook paused, raising an eyebrow at her.

"No?"

"I..." She could feel warmth on the back of her neck, praying that she was wasn't turning red. "You're fine. I don't mind your company. I don't... you can stay if you want."

What she really wanted was to jump into the ocean out of sheer mortification and let the mermaids drag her down to the depths. She wouldn't even try to kick or scream.

But Hook just looked surprised, beginning to smile once again.

The man offered her his hand, not his hook like he normally did when he wanted to lead her somewhere. It was surprisingly warm, and so gentle. The callouses that came from sword-work were there, but they felt more like the hands of a musician, a writer. That was the one thing that surprised her the most about Hook, he was a gentleman as much as he was a pirate. Equal parts savage and refined.

Perhaps that was what drew her towards him. She knew he could treat her better than any man she knew... and hurt her worse. He made her feel small beside him, but so important.

"Come with me." He told her, and she immediately followed. Letting him hold her hand and lead her towards the captain's quarters.

It was quiet when they got inside, the large and elegant room surprisingly soundproof. Letting go of her hand, he gestured around the room, giving her permission to look around. "Forgive me for my forwardness, but I couldn't bear the thought of forcing you to sleep in the crew's quarters during your time here. You may take my bed if you wish, I rarely use it."

"Where will you sleep?" (Y/N) asked, walking over to the large bed and sitting down on it, facing Hook.

"I have a nasty habit of falling asleep at my desk, my dear." He chuckled for a moment, before tensing up once again. "But if you would prefer to spend your nights alone, I shall disappear until you wake."

She shook her head. "No, it's alright. It's your room, Captain."

"James." He replied.

"What?"

He stepped closer. "My name is James Hook, or has Pan not told you that already?" The captain walked over to his table to pour each of them wine into glasses made from large glimmering seashells.

The lost boy hadn't told (Y/N) that. "He mostly told me stories of your rather violent pursuits. Pan very much wanted me to know that you would torture and kill me if I ever spoke to you. That you were a beast who took pleasure in the pain of others."

"Ah." James Hook said, handing her the wine. "No doubt to make sure your loyalty was to him only."

He was probably right. And (Y/N) was just disappointed that it took so long for her to realize that. So many people had attempted to do that to her in her life, to twist her reasoning and manipulate her into thinking that they were the only people she could trust. And for some reason, Peter had succeeded so easily. Perhaps it was her young age and inexperience, but at that point in her life she should have already known better. Or perhaps it was love that made her blind.

"So, you're telling me that it was all a lie? All his stories about you."

He chuckled, standing over her sitting form while taking a sip of his wine. Her hands were folded almost docilely in her lap as she looked up at him, taking in his elegant features. "The stories were true, I assume. I've done enough pillaging in my lifetime that there are any number of truthful tales for that boy-demon to share with his followers."

He paused.

"However." He smirked down at her, before reaching down to slip a finger under her chin. (Y/N) looked down and away as he did that, cheeks warm but not pushing away his touch. At her lack of pushback, he used those fingers to tilt her head upwards so that he could make sure she continued to stay captivated by his intense blue stare, using his thumb to gently stroke along her chin. She could feel how close his touch was to her lips, and she pressed her thighs together instinctually. "I would never dream of killing a precious jewel such as yourself. And thought of your torture brings me great pain." Hook said to her, almost like a whisper. She didn't reply, too caught off guard by the intimacy in his touch. As well as by the dark desire that he was instilling in her.

But for a brief moment, Hook saw her silence as discomfort. "Forgive me my forwardness." He murmured, stepping just out of reach. His hand by his side once more. A sight that felt so unbearable to (Y/N) that a rush of shame overtook her for a second. She was now she was buckling under the weight of a pirate's glance. Of his quick and gentle touches.

"It's alright." She replied, trying to reassure him that she didn't mind his ‘forwardness’. "Do you want to sit? With me?" She patted a spot beside her on the bed, displaying a forwardness of her own. Not wanting him to have to continue standing (and it was easier for her to speak when he wasn't standing over her), and not wanting him to be far from her.

His surprise at her offer morphed into a small grin as he sat down right beside her. "Thank you, dearest." He faced her while sitting, his whole body turned towards her like a moon orbiting a planet. "You are very kind."

(Y/N) doubted that. Most of her kindness was born from selfish reasons. Mainly, the selfish desire to pull him close to her and get him to make her forget about what was happening in Neverland. "Thank you... James."

He smiled as she spoke his proper name. "I can see why Pan was so immediately taken with you."

And there it was. Pan was like a dark cloud constantly following her, and with Hook's obsession in the boy, perhaps he wasn't the best person to distract her from him.

(Y/N)’s distaste of the mention of Pan's name seems to be visible on her face. "My apologies." Hook murmured, reaching forward to take her hand in his. "I should not have mentioned him to you."

"I just... I don't understand why he would do it. I loved him. He loved me."

"He's not capable of love." Hook told her gently, seemingly believing his words. "It's the price he paid for everlasting life."

"He was. He was capable. It was just... innocent love. Childhood love. And besides, he's older now, we both are. Even you've admitted that things on Neverland aren't what you thought anymore." (Y/N) felt ashamed of her outburst. Ashamed that Pan could pull those emotions out of her.

The pirate captain just looked at her, a sort of resigned look on his face that she couldn't quite decipher. "Of course." He nodded. "You may be right. I'd apologize for my impudence, but I worry that you might be tired of my apologies by now."

"You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong." The girl sighed. "I just don't want to talk about Peter Pan right now."

"Then what would you wish to speak about? Anything you wish to say will be satisfactory to me."

There was something about Hook's attention, his habit of doing or saying exactly the right thing that made her trust him even less and desire him even more. "I don't know. Tell me a story? If you have any?"

He chuckled. "Many more than most people, my dear. Despite this island and it's promised youth, I'm practically an old man now." The sound of his voice was a little bit self-deprecating.

"I wouldn't say that." (Y/N) denied. Maybe he was older that the children on the island, but it wasn't like he was some decrepit old man who was losing his functions. He was... striking.

"No, no, my dear. It's true." He told her, still holding her hand gently. "Growing up is a nasty business. I'm sure you are aware of what I say. All those pesky feelings, the energy of childhood sapped away."

The girl opened her mouth but closed it again. Maybe it was his warm hand stroking hers, the glint of his hook in the candlelight, his intense blue eyes staring into hers. It felt like she had no self-control. It suddenly felt like whatever answer she gave was an important one. It could lead in any direction. And as for the direction she was secretly hoping for....

"It's not all bad." She slid closer to him. "You still have your energy, I'll bet." And all the things that he could do with that energy raced through her head. "You're the most feared and respected pirate on Neverland."

"And those feelings..." She felt like she was regaining some control as she took his hand that previously covered her and gently rested it on her thigh, keeping eye contact with him as she did. "They're not all bad." She barely breathed with nervous anticipation, waiting to see what the pirate did next.

He was certainly surprised, that much was clear on his face. But as the gleam in his eyes grew more intense, she couldn't bring herself to regret what she did.

His hand slid up her thigh, slowly. (Y/N) was pinned under his gaze as her breathing became heavier. She shivered as he skilfully undid the button to her trousers, and without thinking, she reached up to touch his face.

Never in her dreams had she thought she would ever see this man in this way. He had always been the scary pirate, the dark villain of her hero's stories. But as he leaned into her touch as she cupped his cheek, she couldn't help but pull him forward to kiss him.

He immediately reciprocated. And even more, he did exactly what she was hoping for. Taking over control of the situation and moving his hand so that it was buried into her hair, tugging her as close to him as possible.

She moaned as he pulled on her hair, grabbing at his coat for stability. Gone was the caution and gentlemanly politeness that Hook had been displaying, she could only see the dark pirate captain as he bit her lip and rested his hook against her neck.

She knew she was putting herself in danger by touching him, kissing him like this. Like Icarus soaring too close to the sun. But he already had her caught in his orbit.

"I can't say I expected this, my dear. No idea that you wanted the touch of a pirate so badly." Hook said, his breath warm against her lips. "Although I am certainly not displeased."

"I just want your touch." She replied breathlessly as he moved his mouth down to her throat, nipping at her neck and kissing along her collarbone. Pulling her hair so that she was made to tilt her head back to give him better access.

He chuckled, enjoying her honesty and desperation. "And you'll get it. All night you'll get my touch, until you beg for me to stop. Until we leave this room or you tell me to let you go... you're mine." He let go of her. "Lie down on the bed. And don't make me ask twice."

The speed in which she obeyed only made the lustful darkness in his eyes grow. As she laid down, she watched him raise himself so that he hovered over her, kneeling with his legs encasing hers. His shape of his thighs were visible through his pants, as was the growing bulge of his cock. She couldn’t help but glance at it.

“Any man who had the honour of seeing you like this would be blessed by Poseidon himself.” Hook murmured to her, running his hand along her side and grabbing at her hip, leaning over to kiss her deeply, harshly.

She watched him as he unbuttoned her shirt, leaning forward to he could remove it. (Y/N) was half naked below him, revealed and vulnerable but it only made the electric feeling in the lower part of her stomach stronger. Made her even more wet.

And Hook could tell. “But you’re not innocent at all, my love. You want me to make you beg for me, don’t you?”

She nodded as he pressed kisses along her stomach until he reached her breast. Taking one of her nipples into his mouth, licking and tugging at it with his teeth as he groped at the other.

He chuckled against her chest as she gasped at his touch. The vibration of the sound reverberating against her body, feeling like it went straight between her thighs.

She took initiative and kicked off her trousers herself. Reaching up to bury her hands in Hooks hair, pulling him into a kiss.

“I might not ever anyone take you away from me, love.” He growled as she tugged at his dark curls. “I’ll keep you all to myself.” He kept running his hand over her body, driving her wild as her touched her. Somehow intuitively knowing all the spots that could turn her on.

However, once her pants were fully gone, he immediately turned his attention to her soaked cunt. (Y/N) was grateful that there was a party on the deck above them, she wasn’t able to fully cover up her moans as James Hook pressed his face against her core.

She held on to his hair tightly, trying to gain some type of stability as his tongue pressed against her clit and into her cunt. “So wet.” He smirked. “All for me? You filthy girl.”

He added a finger only a second later, doing everything he could to remove any thoughts from her brain. Wanting pleasure to be her only sensation. There was something about her that made him go feral, wanting to make this succubus of a women moan and cry for him all night and every night.

“Please.” She begged, tears pricking at her eyes at the onslaught of satisfaction that the pirate captain was giving her. “I want you, please James.”

The sight of her tears only turned him on more, and so he submitted to her pleads. “You want me to fuck you, love? Is that right? You want me to make you come so hard that I ruin any other man for you? To make you mine?”

“Yes.” She let out a gasping sob. “Please.”

“Your wish is my command.” Hook grinned darkly, finally pressing his cock against her folds and pushing inside quickly. He wanted to spilt her open, wanted to make her go brainless for him.

She dug her nails into his back as he rocked in and out of her. He delighted in her moans, at the look on her face as he took her closer and closer to her climax.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had someone as seductive as her in his arms, couldn’t remember the last time that fucking someone felt as good as it did as he plunged his cock into this woman.

Everything about her drew him in, and this obvious confirmation that she desired him as well only served to make him need her more. He grew even harder at the thought of doing this with her again. Of holding her tightly as he fucked into her whenever they wanted.

And (Y/N) could barely think that far ahead with how good Hook was making her feel. It felt as though there was nothing in her brain at all except for the thought of how his cock felt rubbing against the walls of her cunt, of hitting her g-spot as he slammed into her. His fingers rubbed her clit as he did, and she could feel her orgasm approaching.

Hook could too. “Do you want to come, my dear?” He asked her, his hook right beside her face, the glean of the lantern next to them gleaming off of it. “Have you been good enough to be allowed to come?”

She nodded quickly, looking into his gorgeous blue eyes desperately. When he told her she could come, the coil that had been building and building within her finally released, and Hook had to muffle her scream of pleasure with a kiss. If they had been alone on the island, he would have been delighted at the noises he was pulling out of her, but he didn’t want one of his pirates rushing in and interrupting them.

The look on her face as she came was more satisfying that any treasure to him, and couldn’t help but kiss her forehead and face as she caught her breath

(Y/N) collapsed against the bed as he did. “You were perfect, my darling.” James murmured to her, moving away to grab a towel to clean her up.

“So were you.” She smiled at him, relaxed as her mind began to return to her. “Although I can now understand why Pan called you a beast.”

Hook chuckled, his gaze was soft as he leaned down to kiss her. “No more talk of Pan.” He told her. “Peter Pan doesn’t need to be thought of at this moment. You… you are my new obsession.”

And he lay next to her in the bed, felt her against his side, remembered the feeling of her around his cock, those words were true to him.

Taglist: @fictional-hooman @norman891 @fairynook @dark-academia-slut @silverhart93

[fayesia]

Hi. Can you write a smut story with love at first sight between me (the female reader) and my favorite Disney villain Captain James Hook from Peter Pan please? I have a serious fangirl crush on him.

Captured — Captain James Hook x reader

a/n: I got kind of carried away sorry!! so i put a * to symbolise where the smut begins so please scroll down to that if you’d like to skip over any plot parts :)

warnings: nsfw 18+, p in v, creampie, fem!Oral receiving, dom!Hook, body worship, fingering, breast kink, praise kink, dirty talk and pet names, lmk if i missed anything

Heavy waves of water splashed across the wooden boards of the large ship. The pitter patter of the onslaught of rain making it even more difficult to hear anything, not to mention the numerous voices yelling out things that barely made any sense.

So to have the blindfold taken off your eyes felt like the ultimate relief you needed after being ripped from your bed in the middle of the night, all as Hooks act of retaliation against Peter. The relief, although you were shameful to admit, was mixed with a bit of anticipation.

You knew this Captain James Hook wasn’t exactly the best person, however you had heard all of these wild stories about him and yet the chance to ever catch a glimpse of him was simply not one you got.

So as you blinked profusely, chasing those black spots away from your vision, the sight you saw in front of you was certainly not expected…but definitely not unappreciated.

Stood at least a head taller than you was a man with dark features, he had black long curls that had most definitely been treated well by the many years spent out at sea. His blue eyes, matching that of the current stormy sky, scanned you up and down, almost trying to read you before you were swept up by the oceans tides. The facial hair he adorned seemed to add to his charm, almost too neat for a man out at sea but perfect for a person of his stature, for a captain. His outfit consisted of a clean almost translucent white shirt, with intricate designs stitched into it, tucked into a pair of dark brown breeches. However the main accent piece of it all had to be his long deep dark red coat, the shade a complete match of blood and the golden accents adorned across the rich velvet material seemed to make the whole outfit perfect. Not a single curl was out of place yet as the wind and rain whipped around your shivering body, you knew you, unlike him, looked a mess.

Being dragged from bed at nearly two in the morning left you barefoot in a white nightgown and your hair drenched down to the last strand. Hands bound together by tight knots of thick rope and the blindfold once covering your eyes was left dangling around your neck.

“well we’ll see how long it takes for him to pay to get such a pretty little thing back”

Hooks voice was not something you were expecting, the words were accentuated and clear like that of a highly positioned and well mannered person, however the strong rasp in it had you weak in the knees ready to do anything he asked.

So when he asked you to follow him below deck, well, you did just that.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the action of the other crew members the two of you ended up in a quaint little room slightly hidden below deck. Inside was a bed to the corner, a wooden box as a table and a slightly smaller box you assumed was meant to be a chair. Cutting the ropes loose with his hook hand he grabbed onto your wrist, harshly pulling you against his chest until you could feel the hard muscles tensed, pushing against the swell of your chest.

“you’re not to move from this room until further notice, food and water will be bought in and you may be escorted down the hall to do your business. If i find you have tried to escape i’ll slit that throat of yours with this hook myself”

Lifting up his hand, the large hook attached to his wrist glinted from the single lamp light, the sharp tip of it pressing against his throat gliding across, a show as to what would happen if you tried to run. The fear in your eyes seemed to show as his mouth upturned into a smirk and there was a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Hot. Scary. But hot.

With that he walked out of the room leaving you to rest until someone came to rescue you.

But you weren’t going to wait for some knight in shining armour, you were stronger than that. The talking and laughter from above had died down by now and you knew this was your chance. Pulling out a hair clip from your pocket you knelt in front of the doors keyhole, inserting it and nudging it around until you heard a loud click. Silently celebrating you knew you had done it.

The celebration was short lived when the door swung open and lo and behold Hook was towering above you with a nasty sneer on his face.

“did you not hear what i said before. Couldn’t get the words through that pretty head huh? too busy staring to listen, is that it?”

his questions were left unanswered while you stared up in fear by his feet, your mouth was slightly ajar as you weren’t prepared but such an outburst.

*smut begins here*

He stared you down for a few seconds before hauling you up by your arms, both your wrists fit into his one large hand. You were pushed until the back of your legs met the edge of the bed, the two of you were once again chest to chest. The pressure of his large tensed thigh unknowingly rubbing against your core through the thin still wet nightgown had you moving uncomfortably. Hook was still berating you with threat after threat until he halted, the word he wanted to say was caught in his throat as he watched you writher. He went to move back, confused, but then he heard you whisper “wait please don’t stop” the pleading in your eyes was something he couldn’t resist, not even the mightiest of men could. So respecting your wishes he didn’t take that step back, rather, he watched intently as you moved yourself back and forth against him. His once slightly ajar mouth now moved into that same ego filled smirk.

“mm good girl just like that, keep going”

His words spurred you on as you were getting close, something that was clear to anyone if they took a look at the growing wet spot against Hooks pants. Suddenly he pushed you back onto the bed, with his knees on either side of you there was no escape, his head lowered, as his lips met yours. The rough facial hair he had tickled against your neck while he explored the skin shown above the gowns neckline, slowly travelling to your breast, his mouth and your nipples separated by the thin sheer gown you had on. Two of his hands came down to the middle of your thighs where the hem of your gown was bunched up, tugging the flimsy material off you, it met the floor along with his jacket.

You were left bare to him quickly trying to wrap your arms around yourself to cover up, but he was quick to notice, grabbing your arms apart he kissed you again, gentler, softer.

“you’re so beautiful, your face, your body, you, everything about you is beautiful and i love you it”

He kisses your lips

“your lips are beautiful”

Then your breasts

“these are so fucking beautiful”

Travelling further down he came to rest at your hips, kissing inwards until one last kiss was pressed against skin just above your clit

“this is especially beautiful, and you’re going to see exactly that”

his compliments left your cheeks feeling hotter than ever.

James described you in a way you couldn’t see yourself, he made you feel unlike anyone had ever made you feel before, and that made you want him more than ever.

So as you felt his tongue explore every crevice of your pussy, you knew this was the right decision…at least it was better than being decapitated right?

You were moaning and writhing around while you felt James tongue all over you, against your clit and sliding across every fold of your vagina, his hand squeezed your breast flicking the hardening nipples, while his hook gently grazed your side, the cold metal providing a sense of relief against your hot body.

“taste so good, fucking nectar to me, could eat you all day” His moans into you only spurred you on pushing you just that bit closer to the edge, until you couldn’t take it anymore, you were grabbing onto the sheets until the veins were prominent in your hand, loud moans escaping your mouth as you felt yourself come. His tongue lapped up every drop the squishy and wet muscle teased your wet and inviting hole, lightly grazing your entrance while your hips bucked at the overstimulating action.

He climbed from between your legs quickly kissing you again, the taste of you heavy on his tongue which wrapped against your own as you fought a losing battle with him. He bowed his head taking one nipple into his mouth while his hand pinched and pulled at the other, the pain relinquished by the gentle strokes of his tongue while you moaned pushing his head further against you. His hand reached your wet dripping pussy, softly brushing against your throbbing clit until he heard your mewls and inserted two fingers.

“i know it’s just your so fuckin’ tight baby need you ready for my cock, don’t want it to hurt you when i slide it in”

He pushed against your warm and wet walls his brain racking with thoughts of how good it would feel having you wrapped around his cock, the positions he would have you in and the things he would do to you. Until he couldn’t take it.

“need to be in this pussy right fucking now” you missed the feeling of his fingers filling you up leaning against your arms to watch him get undressed. The shirt was quick to come off as your eyes fell on his upper torso, slim but still muscular with battle scars littered across it, you couldn’t wait to explore every fucking inch of him, ideas reeling through your mind, your imagination cut short once he had removed any clothing from his bottom half. He was stood fully erected watching your mouth drop open. How the fuck did he fit that in his pants?!

“don’t look so scared honey, we’ll make it fit” he soft smile left you with no doubt about that as you watched him stroke it, the sides had prominent veins that ran up the sides while the tip was a pulsing deep shade of pink.

He then walked towards you leaning over the top of you, he spit into his palm stroking his dick, proceeding to rub himself in between the lips of your pussy. “need to make sure it fits in nice and easy, wanna make you feel real good baby”

He continued rutting up and down, whispered moans left your mouth as each thrust had the tip of his cock hitting against your clit, the smallest amount of pressure left you wanting more and more.

“please just fuck me, please James need it so bad”

“if you’re sure, don’t say i didn’t warn you about preparing you though”

Slowly he eased the tip into you, already you felt like you could take no more, your hand grabbing onto the flesh of his hip, halting him before he tried to continue. Both of you vocalised the feelings you felt as yours was a mix of a yelp and moan while he let out a deep groan. To finally get even just a brief taste of how your pussy would feel around him was enough to have him ready to cum.

He waited until you were ready to continue, further continuing to push himself into you, pulling out as half of him was in, just to again thrust in adding a few more centimetres of himself each time. Until he had finally fully inserted himself into you. You walls clenched and wrapped around him like a glove as you moaned from each thrust, the sensations felt like fireworks every time you closed your eyes. You’ve never felt so full and satisfied in your life and James could say the same, his hips soon were thrusting continuously into you agains and again. He felt you convulse a little before pulling out leaving you frustrated from the climax that was stolen from you. But he was quicker than ever to flip you over, pushing you down on the bed into a deep arch with your ass lifted into the air, swiftly burying himself deep into you once again.

“fuck such a good fuckin’ slut for me. bet you’ve been wanting this since we met, cause i’ve definitely been”

“oh my god yes please harder wanna feel you deeper in me”

And god did he do exactly that.

His thrust didn’t let up and you couldn’t even hold yourself up anymore, resorting to just having your face squashed against the bedsheets.

His hand held onto a handful of your breast pulling you further against him, until he fully pressed your back against his front. James thrust were reaching even further deeper into you from this angle and you felt yourself about to come.

“oh yeah come for me, be a good fucking girl and come all over this dick, my dick”

He rubbed at your clit driving you over the edge until you couldn’t take anymore, convulsing in his arms you came on his cock feeling him release his load into you at the same time with a deep groan. Ropes of his cum shot into you one after the other until he slowly eased his cock out from your sensitive pussy, a trail of his cum following not long after as it dripped out of your hole onto the sheets below.

Rubbing the tip of his dick against your pussy spread the cum everywhere leaving everything in a bigger mess than before, but you were too fucked to even care. That phrase had more meanings than one for you and Hook, as you both heard the clashing of swords come from the deck of the ship.

[ciaoteamo]

Lost Girl

pairings: Captain James Hook x f!reader

summary: Following Pan with your siblings has either got to be the best or worst idea you've had yet.

(A/N): this is how long every story with a part 2 would be if i didn't break them up😅 a request from my DM's, enjoy :) also i didn't spell check so bare with me pls

warnings: 18+ content

further warning: dirty talk, breast kink, pet names, creampie

It was one of the more warm nights in London. And there was the perfect cool breeze make your curtain dance gracefully.

You'd decided to open your window for a while and enjoy the sound of nature. You definitely needed the peace after playing with the younger kids all day.

You were the oldest of the bunch and only had your own room because your father practically kicked you out of the nursery. You were upset initially, but it wasn't as if you'd left your home.

Your eyes were growing heavy, and the noise arounnd you was lulling you into your dreamland. That was however until you hear...

THUMP...

THUMP...

CRASH!

You quickly sat up from your bed and rush out of your room and up to your siblings room.

You swing the door open with fret and your jaw drops with what you saw.

"what in the world is going on in here?" You look frantically left and right, trying to take in the scene.

Toy's were absolutely everywhere. Your father, on the ground, seemingly looking stressed and angry. Your mother, dressed beautifully for their evening out, and Nana balled in the corner of the room.

Everyone (excluding father) rushed over to Nana, showering the poor dog in hugs and kisses.

"poor Nana?!" Your father asks in disbelief. "this is the last straw, OUT! OUT I SAY" He came over and grabbed Nana by her collar, dragging her out of the room without another word.

Your mother shook her head in disappointment and looked over at you.

"(Y/N), could you help me tuck in the little ones?" She starts to tuck Wendy in. You assist her, tucking in your brothers and adding extra blankets in case they got cold.

Your mother talks to you all for a bit and goes to close the window, Wendy speaks up before she could lock it.

"oh, don't lock it, mother! He might come back!"

"him?!" Your mother raises an eyebrow and you chuckle.

"peter pan! see, i found something that belongs to him.."

"oh? and what's that?"

"his shadow"

"shadow?"

"mm, Nana had it. but i... i took it away" Wendy yawns out.

"oh? yes, of course... goodnight dear" Your mother retreats out of the door, you say goodnight aloud as well but when you go to leave, she places a hand on your arm.

"(Y/N) dear, could you please keep an eye on the children for me? With Nana being outside, i'll feel uneasy without you in here" She places a hand on your cheek.

"as long as you bring back my favorite sweets" You smile. She chuckles and kisses your cheek.

"i promise, dear. see you tomorrow" She gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze and rushes down the hall to your impatient father. You close the door and slip into Michael's bed since he was the smallest.

You close your eyes and tuck yourself in well, drifting off into slumber.

You wake when you hear music from the nursery music box playing.

"tink! shh!" You hear someone whisper before the music stops. Your heart starts thumping. You stay still not knowing what to do. Why did you mother leave the window unlocked? This could be a burglar.

You flinch at the sound of a thud a decide to finally sit up. A boy in green was fighting someone... or something?"

The fight however stopped and the boy was turned around and tending to something on his shoe. How in the world could you possibly sneak the children out?

Maybe you could strike him over the head with a -

"Peter Pan!" You hear Wendy say. You and the boy snap your heads toward her. That's when he finally noticed and realized you were in the room.

The boy look terrified of Wendy as she scrambled towards him. This was your first time ever seeing this Peter Pan that your siblings always wanted you to read about.

Does this mean Santa is real?

Peter was speechless, hurriedly rubbing what look like soap on his foot.

"you cant stick it on with soap, peter!" Wendy took the soap and turned on the lamp. "it needs sewing, thats the proper way to do it"

You close your eyes and take a moment to blink, just to grasp the situation at hand for a moment.

Wendy was still talking Peters ear off, and sewing his literal shadow to his shoe.

"girls talk too much" He cut into her story.

"yes, girls talk too m-... oh." Her smile fades at the realization. You gently toss the covers off of you and walk towards the two.

"excuse me boy, why are you in our house? and Wendy, this is a stranger, you know better!"

"oh but (Y/N), this is Peter. from our stories!" Wendy halts her sewing and shoves a book into your arms. You open it and see the poor handwriting and green boy on practically every page.

"this can't be..." You say to yourself in shock.

"no, this still doesn’t explain why you're here?" You frown your eyebrows.

"for my shadow of course! the dog jumped at me while i was in the window and grabbed it"

"well, what were you doing at the window?" You and Wendy ask in sync.

"i was listening to your stories?"

"but all of our stories are about you" Wendy replied. Which was true. You were 3 years older than Wendy, making you an adult now. But you never did stop reading and creating new stories for your siblings.

You never thought those stories were true though, you just heard of the story of Peter Pan and made your own bedtime stories from there.

"of course! thats why i like em, i tell em to the lost boys" He nodded and began to play some sort of small instrument.

"the lost boys?... oh! i remember, they’re your men!" Wendy says and makes the last stitch.

"uh-huh" Peter jumps up and looks at his shadow on the wall.

"i'm so glad you came back tonight. i might never have seen you"

"why?" He asks, still making goofy gestures.

"because i have to grow up tomorrow"

"grow up!?" He whips around.

"tonights my last night in the nursery" Wendy says with a sad look.

"oh Wendy, maybe father doesn't mean it. I didn't leave until i was 14" You add.

"no, i'm sure of it. father never breaks his promises, good or bad."

"you're right... well it won't be so bad, me and you sharing a room" You try to make her feel better.

"i guess you’re right..."

"so that means... no more stories?" Peter asks.

"mhm" Wendy hummed, on the verge of tears.

"no! i wont have it" Peter exclaims. "come on" He grabs her hand and starts to pull her toward the door.

"wait a second! she isn't going anywhere with a strange boy!" You tug Wendy toward you.

"He's not strange, he's Peter Pan! And that would be wonderful but... what would mother say?" She contemplated.

"mother? what mother?" Peter crossed his legs.

"a mother is someone to cares for you and loves you and tells you stories and nurture-"

"great! you can be our mother" He grabs her again but she stops on the window seat.

"well i'd have to pack and get changed and leave a note.. and i can't stay for too long and then i'll have to... oh but it's Neverland" Wendy smiles and turns.

"oh, i'm so happy, i think i'll give you a kiss"

"what's a..a kiss?" Peter asks.

"i'll show you" Wendy starts to walk toward him and you grab her.

"oh no you don't" Shimmering dust rapidly flew around and you start swatting.

"Tink, stop!" Peter says, using his hat as a net to catch the fast speck.

"John, John! wake up, he's here!" Michael says excitedly and crawls out of bed.

"huh...?" John gets up and puts on his glasses and gasps loudly. "jiminy!"

"what in the world was that?" Wendy asks, holding her hear and looking around.

"i think it was a bug of some sort" You answer, not too sure of it yourself.

"Tinker Bell. Don't know what got into her" He says, peeking into his hat and examining whatever it was inside.

"hello Peter Pan, i'm Michael!"

"and my name is John, how do you do?"

"hello" Peter greets.

"oh! look a firefly" Michael opens the hat

"a pixie!" Wendy corrects him.

"amazing!" John adds.

"i haven't gotten you're name yet!" Peter leans in your direction. You were standing closer to see this Tinker Bell.

"(Y/N)" You simply say.

The fairy shakes her head and makes bell noises, raising question in Michael. "what's she doing?" He asks.

"talking"

"what did she say?" Wendy asks.

"she says you're a big ugly girl" He chuckles and she laughs along before realizing. "oh... well i think she's lovely" Wendy compliments to the angry creature.

"well come on Wendy, let's go!" Peter walks toward the window and Michael grabs Wendy's hand.

"where are we going? He asks.

"to Never Land! Peter's taking us"

"Us?!" You and Peter ask in unison.

"Wendy, we’re not going anywhere with this boy!"

"but how could i go without you all?"

"when i said "we" i meant we" You point to all of your siblings.

"(Y/N), please!" Michael begs, tugging onto your night gown.

"i'm sorry, Michael, no" You sigh.

"just think about it a little, (Y/N), it could be fun!" John urges.

"or dangerous! i can't risk it"

"(Y/N), it's my last night in the nursery... you remember what that was like! please come with us, it'll only be for a short while, right Peter?"

"sure thing!"

As if you needed any reassurance from Peter. If anything he almost ruined her resolve. But she was right. You remember having to leave behind your siblings and grow up, it was no fun.

You at least would like them to have a fond childhood memory.

And that's exactly why you’re flying hundreds if not thousands of feet up in the air. The view of the morning was beautiful, the sky was pink and the water was still.

"oh Peter it's just as i dreamed it's be... oh look, John there's Mermaid Lagoon!" Wendy exclaimed.

"by Jove! and the Indian encampment !"

"oh look! there Captain Hook and the pirates!" Michael pointed our cheerfully.

A canon fires and Peter tosses Michael behind to save him.

"look out!" He ducks. "Tink, you take them to the hideout and i'll draw off Hooks fire!" Tink pouts and starts to fly ahead.

You all quickly rush to follow her but she was going too fast. "Tinker Bell, you're going to fast for us!" Wendy called out. The fairy sped up. "Tinker bell!"

Another canon fires, causes a nearby bird with missing feathers to crash into you, knocking you off of your course. You were dizzy from all of the spinning that the incident caused.

You were starting to feel sick. "W..Wendy? John?" You quietly called out, the world was still spinning around you. You could only make out the Island.

You do your best to safely fly down, but you have a rocky landing, sending you tumbling and hitting your head on a tree. You groan and everything goes black.

~~~~~~~

"oh? and how might a half-whit such as yourself go about Finding Pan? hm?" You hear a man rhetorically ask.

"w-well cap'm i'd say we go-"

"I COMMAND YOU TO GO AND GET THE PRINCESS, SMEE!" The man cut the other off and you heard whoever it was scatter.

You wince at the yelling, head still throbbing from earlier, and crack your eyes open a bit to examine your surroundings.

"where am i..." You ask, more to yourself.

"you, darling, are on the Jolly Roger"

"Jolly... Roger? that's a silly name" You go to reach for your head only to discover your bound wrists.

"silly? i won’t let a girl out in her nightgown talk down on my ship"

"oh, your ship? is that why you were yelling at that poor man?" You raise an eyebrow.

"you dare stick your nose in the business of Captain James Hook, girl? why i oughta make you walk the plank, hm?" He takes his hook and lifts your head with it, the cold metal made your skin tingle.

With him being so close, you could finally see him in his entirety. He was tall, had long and curly black hair, sported a mustache and a (somewhat) clean shave.

He looked great in his coat, it hugged him perfectly around the waist. You swallow thickly, imagining sinful things.

You were so distracted that you hadn't noticed that he didn't move away yet. You look up at his eyes and slightly move your head.

"that um... that’s too bad then" You clear your throat.

"hm?~ what’s too bad?" He asks, tone completely different from before.

"making me walk the plank.." You quietly remind.

"yes.. oh! yes! you're a lucky lass, you. i'm sure Pan will be here in no time, looking for you" He makes a pleased expression and tugs on his mustache.

"and if he doesn’t?" You challenge.

"then i guess i'll have you all to myself" He grins at you, showing off his gold tooth and sending a buzz down your spine.

"well, be back in a bit, and i suggest you don't disturb me crew with any shouting" He slams the door behind him, making your head tingle again.

You look around what looked to be his office. He had maps with markings and shiny collectables littered everywhere. Books and papers piled on the desk, it looked like he was making another map.

You sigh and close your eyes, hoping that Peter would eventually find you. You knew this was a bad idea.

~~~~~~~

"SMEEEEEE!" You hear the pirate scream out. You didn’t know when you'd fallen asleep, but you did.

"keep calm cap'm, i'm comin!" Smee calls out.

You hear screaming, and the sound of a ticking clock. Your curiosity was getting the best of you, making you want to go outside.

"okay, (Y/N), think of a big house... lovely animals... Nana" You close your eyes and feel yourself floating. You get closer to the desk and reach for the small knife on the edge.

Just as you had it in your grasp, the door swung open, making you fall onto the floor and cut yourself.

"ouch!" You groan, though no one heard you. Smee rushed in behind the hysterical Captain and placed a towel on his head and a bucket under his feet.

"oh Smee... he almost got me" You heard the mans lip quivering. You tried to sit yourself back up while the men were distracted.

"i know i know cap'm, you rest and we can go back out for Pan tomorrow" Smee cooed.

"b-b-but"

"be right back cap'm!" Smee left.

"blast that Peter Pan.." He grumbled. You kept quiet and he suddenly sat up, looking around. "the girl, where is she?" He looked around the room before finally spotting you near the desk.

"why you-" He winced at the sound of banging on the door. You both flinch and the constant loud noise and he gets up angrily.

He swings the door open and is hit on the head with a hammer by an unaware Smee.

He staggered back, losing his footing and landed back in his chair.

Smee came in with a smile and a tea pot. "oh, cap'm! it's good t see you smiling again" Poor man must’ve been knocked silly.

"you know, there's trouble brewin on the island. women trouble" Smee starts. "I wouldn’t want this to go any further, but supposedly Pan banished Tinker Bell.."

Well, this was new to you.

He began pouring the water into the buckets beneath his feet, you scrunch your face up, knowing how hot it must be. "um, Smee, was it?" You clear your throat.

"yes dear?" He asks, still pouring.

"i think that water's a bit too hot..."

"oh of course not, the cap'm hasn't said a peep abou-"

"wooooah!" The captain jumps up. He immediately grabs Smee by the collar. "well you doddering imbecile, i... did you say Pan has banished Tinker Bell?" He quesriones.

"aye aye, cap'm. that he has" Sme stumbles out.

"but why?"

"well on a count of Wendy, cap'm. Tink tried to do her in, she did. Tink's terrible jealous" Your jaw dropped at the news. Tink tried to kill your sister?

"well well" James taps his chin in thought.

"thats why we ought to leave, cap'm. this ain't no place for a respectable pirate." Smee dusts his shirt and puts his nose in the air.

"that's is, Smee! that's it!" James smacks Smee on the back, sending the poor man to the ground.

"i'm glad you agree cap'm" Smee adjusts his glasses.

"quick! me coat." The captain casts his blanket aside. "me best dress coat!"

"aye aye sir, the sooner we gets going, the better!" Smee rushed to grab the coat.

"ah yes, a jealous female can be tricked into doing anything. my case of hooks!"

"aye aye sir!" Smee grabs a small purple box near you and hold it out to the captain. "here you are, sir. your Sunday set, sir"

"If we impress the pixie, convince her we're eager to help her, the wench may chart our course, to a certain hiding place.."

"our best hiding place is the Spanish main sir, i'll set our course- oh!" Smee is snatched up by Hook.

"and where do you think you are going?" Hook asks with a cheeky grin.

"to tell the boys we sails with the tide, sir"

"you will go ashore, pick up Tinker Bell, and bring her to me." Hook drops Smee square on the head. "UNDERSTAND?" He shouts.

Smee blabbers out an "aye aye, sir" and quickly rows away.

"ah, looks like things are looking rather good for me lately"

"excuse me?" You speak up. He breaks his longing gaze at the ceiling and raises an eyebrow at you. "if you don't mind me asking, why exactly are you looking for Peter?"

Maybe it's because you haven't heard any new stories in years, but you didn't know why he would be out to kill Peter.

"it's not my fondest memory with that cursed Peter Pan... he cut off me left hand and fed it to a crocodile!" He touched his golden hook. "it still follows me, trying to take the rest o me to this day"

You ball your lips, fighting back your chuckle. "you must take good then, no?" You question, now crossing your legs.

"oh you think it's funny, aye?" He smirks. You expected him to blow up at you, so your smile faltered at his response. You only swallow, unsure of what to say.

"say, i'm in a good mood, i'll turn you loose for the time being" He walks up and reaches behind you, untying your wrists.

He hums and grabs your wrist. "how'd this happen, my gem?" He asks, holding your cut hand with his hook and carefully pulling back the long sleeves of your dress with his hand.

"and no that i think of it how did you manage to get from there, to here?" He asks, walking behind his desk and grabbing a gauze.

"i um... flew?" You ask more than answer.

"you must’ve hit your head pretty hard" He asks, gently wrapping your hand.

"it's the weird truth" You shrug, thankful to be able to move your arms again.

"do you drink?" He opens a chest and pulls out a glass bottle with dark liquid inside. He pinches two glasses between his fingers and carried the bottle over in his arm.

He set everything down and turned your chair to the desk.

"i've only tasted a few wines" You answer. "and thank you"

He pours you a shot amount and gets himself a full glass.

"for what?" He asks. You lift your hand and he waves you off. "that was common decency"

You pick up your glass and catch a whiff of the drink, immediately scrunching up your nose. You take a small sip and you're greeted with a burning sensation.

"this is very... unpleasant, to say the least" You frown.

"yeah, it definitely isn't for a lass like yourself, i'll tell you that much" He takes a sip from his cup.

"oh please, i could finish this... it just take time, that’s all" You brace yourself for the second sip.

"if you say so, missy"

"(Y/N)." You say sternly.

"apologies, (Y/N)" He says coyly.

~~~~~~~

"and so i say, what do you mean that's Peter Pan? i never met the boy before, i thought he was a figment of our imagination."

"i wish that wretched boy was only a tall tale. he's nothing but a pain in my arse"

Hook was leaning back in his chair, holding his 1/4 filled bottle. You were sitting on the desk, legs faced away from the man to not give him a peek under your gown.

You lazily hold your hand out and he hands you the bottle. "you know, you’re a lot quieter now"

"and you’re more talkative" He retorts. You tilt your head back and waterfall some of the beverage, spilling a bit of it on yourself.

"aye... aye!! that's me best rum that you're wastin!" He grabs the bottle from your hands.

He was close, so close that your noses were almost touching.

"sorry, Captain" You say in a teasing manner.

"it's quite alright, it's been put to better use this way, no?" He asks, looking down at your neck. "may i?"

You dazedly looked at his lips, making out his words as best as you could in your state.

"yes... you may" You nod. You didn't know what he was asking permission to do but you weren’t going to question it.

His eyes glance up at you for a moment as he stood up, only to look back down again and reach out.

He undid the bow that held your dress together at your chest, showing your cleavage.

"kiss me" You squeaked out. "please.."

He quickly granted your wish, a hand coming up to gently hold the back of your head.

The kiss was hungry and rough, from the both of you. You didn’t know his reason, maybe it's that he's a pirate. But you've wanted his lips on yours since you've saw him.

You found him charming in the, embarrassing kind of way. You wondered how he of all people became captain.

The kiss calmed down a bit and he took the opportunity to glide his tongue across the slit of your mouth, making you open in surprise.

"mmf!" His tongue slithered him, tasting of Rum and something sweet. You hold his arms and pull away from the kiss catching your breath.

"do you not have to breathe??" You ask in between breaths.

"why are you holding your breath? breathe through your nose" He says lowly, bringing you into another kiss.

This time, you took his advice, breathing through your nostrils. "better, right?" He states more than asks.

The top of your dress fell from your shoulders and to the crease of your arms during the heated make out sessions. Hook slid his arms along yours, dragging the dress off along the way.

Your breasts were exposed to the cool air, giving you goosebumps and making your nipples harder than they already were. Hook takes notice of this and chuckles to himself.

"a bit cold, hm?" He places the pad of his thumb over one and rubs circles around it.

"mhm" You bit your lip. His calloused palms caressed the soft flesh of your torso in a massage.

"almost forgot about me rum.." He mumbles before attaching his lips to your neck, giving you kitty licks as he made his way lower. "tastes better on you" You feel him smirk onto your skin.

"oh really?" You utter. Your breath hitches in your throat once you feel his warm lips wrap around one of your nipples.

You moan and tangle your fingers in in his thick hair, tugging at it lightly. "oh how soft you are, my jewel..." His breath ghosts over your now wet bud.

He shows the same affection to your other nipple, let it go with a 'pop'. You were very sensitive now, firm and ready to be touched again.

"how often are you told how pretty you are, missy?" He carefully slips the remainder of your dress down your legs. Your underwear was soaked in your arousal, only making the cheeky pirate grin harder.

"technically speaking... i'd say almost everyday" Your heart races in your chest as he slips his shiny hook beneath the damp cloth and moves it down your thighs.

"mm..." He kisses your inner thigh and your back slightly arches. "that's not nearly enough for a pearl like yourself..." His lips came closer and closer to where you wanted them with each kiss.

"what do you mean?" You ask out of curiosity. He pauses for a moment, looking up with pure eye contact.

"i would tell you every hour of the day~" Your cheeks heat and you put a hand over his face.

"oh shut it" You say bashfully and he chuckles, removing your hand and planting a tender kiss upon your knuckles.

"it is the truth" His fingers slip between your folds, making you gasp and grab his wrist.

He stops and looks at you, waiting for a look of reassurance. "would you like to stop here?"

"will it hurt?" You ask, started to feel the weight of the situation.

"do you trust me?"

You only nod. You let go of his hand and he starts to skillfully rub your clit. You bite back your moans, letting out only a sigh.

You made the mistake of exhaling through your mouth just as he began teasing your slick entrance. Eliciting such sweet moans for the Captain Hook.

His hands grab yours and slide them up to your chest. "try touching yourself here, my sweet" He suggests. You place the palms of your hands over your breasts and awkwardly squeeze them with a giggle.

"like so.." James reaches out and just barely rubs your nipple, making your lower back tingle.

You copied his movement and hummed at the new feeling. He puts you unoccupied hand back and lowers his head between your legs again.

This time however, he put your legs over his shoulders. You felt your lips being spread and something soft, warm, and fast brushing over the bundle of nerves.

Your legs immedeitly try to close on him, but he keeps them open. Your hips rocked in sync with his tongue and beads of sweat formed at the intensity.

"you taste phenomenal... i could do this all day.." His low voice vibrated through you, sending your hand flying to his hair and gripping the thick locs harshly.

One last and low "mm~" from James, and you were over the edge, subconsciously holding his face as close as possible to you while you rode out your high.

You collapsed on the table, back flush against the wood. Hook peered over you with a grin. And his hand searched your body again.

"you're so perfect, a true diamond" Hook smiles, dragging his cold hook along your still hard nipples. He slipped a finger into you, making you gasp again, but this was one that he caught with a kiss.

You moaned into his mouth while his finger went deeper and deeper into you. The previous orgasm allowed him to slide the digit in with ease, letting him know to add another finger.

He deepens the kiss as he slides the second finger in. Going in and out of you at an insane pace. Your arms wrap around his neck and you break from the kiss for a second just to roll your eyes and hang your head.

"it feels so good..." Your voice broke.

Not long after your statement, you came undone, shaking violently with a broken moan. "oh James~" You pant, feeling winded.

"what is it, darling?" He asks with a voice full of sultry.

"this is crazy" You look up at him.

"it's about to get even crazier"

~~~~~~~

You were pretty sure you moans were ringing throughout the ship. Poor crew mates weren't getting any sleep tonight. The sound of James's thighs sticking to the bottom on yours.

A mix of his and your cum making a mess between the two of you. He would probably fill you to the brim if you let him.

James's eyes fixed on the way your breasts bounced with every one of his powerful thrusts, and more importantly, the new deep sensational feeling between your legs.

His back rested against his large purple chair, and his hips thrusted into you like there was no tomorrow.

"James i'm gonna- shit!" Your eyes squeeze shut as you experience your 3rd and final orgasm in this position. You were spent.

"gem~" Hook called out.

"hm?" You lazily look down at him.

"i need one more favor from you, if your up for it~"

~~~~~~~

"shit... just like that" His eyes peer into you as he watches you, making you feel even more naked than you are if possible.

You were sitting in the chair now. Squeezing your boobs around this mans aching penis while he jerked his hips towards you.

You curiously stick your tongue out, being greeted with the salty tase and soft feeling of his tip.

He let out a sound almost like yours and started bucking forward. You kept licking and squeezing and he kept letting out something like a whimper, it was cute.

"oh... i'm cumming" His large arms grab on to the head of the chair and he cums on your lips and chin. His eyes were low and tired.

"i could tell that felt good" You tease.

"oh better than you could imagine" He wipes your chin and kisses you once more. But he could feel a smile tugging at your lips.

"what is it?" He smiled back.

You shrug and slump into the chair. "I strangely feel happy"

"it's not strange, i feel happy too, love" He reassures and your cheeks heat.

"okay where's your bathroom? I need to get clean" You ask, escaping the enclosure of his arms holding the chair you were inn.

"you don't want to go there to get clean, us pirates use mother nature" He answers. He grabs his jacket and his button up and walks over to the office door.

His head was on a swivel, making sure no one was up. He beckoned you to follow him, so you did. He tosses down a ladder and began climbing down into the water.

You peek over the edge and see nothing but still, open water. It as sparkling from the moonlight. You take a few steps back and jump. Letting out only a yelp instead of the scream that fought to errupt.

You swim to the surface and wipe the water from your eyes.

"you'd fit right in with me crew" He shook his head. "those crazy bastards"

"you should try it sometime" You shrug. You start you dip yourself deeper into the water, rubbing your arms and face to scrub them clean.

You hear a faint Tick- Tok, in the distance. You look around with your eyes narrow, as if it would help you see further.

"do you hear that hook?" You ask.

"hear what?" He goes quiet. You see constant ripple coming toward you and look in his direction to see him shaking.

"are you okay?"

"s-s-s-smee... Smee" The Tick-Tok grew louder. and you turn to see a crocodile. Your heart races in your chest and it swims toward you.

You try to swim away but it catches up, and fast. You just knew you were going to die, hoping for a nice eulogy at your funeral, but it swam past you, licking its lips.

It wanted James, James almost jumped out of the water when he realized. "SMEEEEEE"

[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.

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The First Of Many Passionate Nights (Captain James Hook x AFABReader) 18+

18+ CONTENT MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

As requested by @disney-girl67

Content Warning- Oral (Fem receiving), Praise, Dirty talk, Fingering, Unprotected sex, Cream pie, Breast kink

Sypnosis: Since the moment your eyes had met in the tavern the two of you had felt a connection, and what better way to explore that connection than to spend a passion filled night together.

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James downed another pint of ale with a sigh, his mood soured by the days unsuccessful attempt at capturing Peter Pan. "Cheer up now Captain, I'm sure you'll get him next time." Smee said, patting him on the back as he waved over a tavern wench to refill the somber captains mug. "You say that every damn time, yet that boy always slips through my fingers no matter what I do." His brows furrowed as he thought of the deranged child that took his hand.

"Here you are sir." A sweet voice said, pouring him more ale. He looked up to thank the tavern maid only to find himself speechless as his eyes met your stunning (e/c) ones, that shimmered like the finest gem. You gave him a shy smile, fidgeting with the material of your dress. Smee, sensing the tension, took his leave to seek out his other crew mates.

James cleared his throat, hoping it wasn't too late to salvage your first impression of him. "Forgive me if this is too forward my lady, but might you consider gracing me with your company." Your smile, though it remained shy, brightened. 'What a lovely sight' he thought to himself as he admired the beauty of your features. "I'd be happy to sir, but I'm afraid I can't." James nodded, hoping his disappointment wasn't too evident on his face. "My shift ends in about half an hour, I'd be more than happy to accompany you then, if you don't mind waiting that is." You quickly added, hoping that he wouldn't decline and simply move onto the next woman who came his way. A smile pulled at his lips upon hearing your words. "It would be my pleasure Miss-?" "(L/n), (L/n) (Y/n)." You replied. "A lovely name for a lovely woman" He planted a kiss on the back of your hand, bringing a blush to your cheeks. "I'm James Hook, Captain of the Jolly Roger." He continued, releasing your hand. He couldn't help but miss the way it felt in his own rough and calloused one. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Captain James Hook." You said, hoping he hadn't noticed the blush that remained present on your face. "I assure you Miss (L/n), the pleasure is all mine."

You offered him another radiant smile as thanks, before scurrying off to tend to some other patrons as your boss yelled at you to 'quit 'yer flirtin' and git back to work.'

The rest of your shift was spent stealing shy glances at the rugged yet well groomed man, that resulted in a flushed face as you found his gaze was already intensely locked on you. By the time your shift had finally ended you were left flustered and needy, the way James had looked at you causing arousal to pool in your panties.

"Sorry to have made you wait, Captain Hook." The man placed another kiss on your hand before offering you his arm, which you gladly took. "Please, call me James, Miss (L/n). And I assure you, you are a woman I'd gladly wait for." His words brought another blush to face, something he reveled in, knowing his words alone could put you in such a state making his cock harden in his trousers. "You're too kind Captai-James, and in that case please call me (Y/n), it's only fair."

You closed your eyes as the salty sea air of the port washed over you as James escorted you to his ship, stealing glances of your cleavage that spilled over the top of your dress and jiggled as you walked.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from the magnificent wood structure before you, every aspect of it its own masterpiece. James chuckled at your reaction, your awe at his ship making him overflow with pride. "I take it you like it." He asked, leading your stunned form aboard. "Like it? I love it, I can't believe you get to captain something so beautiful." You gracefully trailed your fingertips over the smooth wood of the bannister, admiring the craftsmanship while James did the same with you, drinking in your stunning beauty. The sight of your plump breasts barely contained by your dress making his Adams apple bob and his hard cock twitch.

Your presence made his rage towards Peter melt away, replacing it with desire for you. Despite it being your first meeting the sight of you leaning over the ships bannister with eyes filled with wonder seemed so natural. The peaceful moment suddenly came to an end as a violent wave crashed into the side of the boat, rocking it and making you stumble. Panic overtook him, causing him to pull your body back into his, securing it in a tight grip. The sound of your surprised gasp pulling him out of his panic, only to quickly replace it with a new one as he realized what had caused you to gasp wasn't just his sudden embrace, but the fact that you could feel his bulge pressed into your ass.

"Forgive me for my repulsive behavior Miss (Y/n), I can't apologize enou-" You quickly silenced him with a kiss, thankful you weren't the only one plagued with sinful urges. You broke the kiss only for him to smash his lips back onto yours with more passion, groaning as you returned the sloppy kiss with just as much feverish intensity. With you tongues still intertwined in a sinful dance he took you into his arms and carried you to his quarters.

Upon dropping you onto the bed he finally released your now kiss swollen lips only to trail his lips down to the tops of your breasts that spilled out of your dress. "May I?" He asked, caressing the buttons of your dress. "Please, James~" You whined, arching your back and pushing your chest into his hands. He hurriedly undid the buttons of your dress with his remaining hands, before tearing open your corset with his hook, careful not to mar your delicate flesh.

You let out a loud moan at the feeling of the cold metal of his hook gently grazing over one of your breasts, while he groped the other with his hand. The feeling of the tip of his hook lightly scraping and flicking your nipple was a pleasure you had never before experienced and never wished to go without experiencing after this. You couldn't help but let out more small moans as he sucked your other nipple into his mouth, nibbling it briefly before releasing it with a 'pop' and trailing down further to your quivering pussy concealed only by your drenched panties.

He pressed light kisses along your inner thighs before pulling down your panties with his hook. "May I worship you love?" He asked, lightly tracing the lips of your pussy with his large calloused fingers. You gave him a feeble nod, anticipation thrumming through your veins. Pleasure coursed through you as he eased two of his fingers inside you, his mouth quickly joining them, latching onto your pussy with verocity. The overwhelming feeling of his fingers thrusting into you while he hungrily lapped at your pussy, his stubble lightly scratching your inner thighs, quickly had you writhing in pleasure. The feeling of his thick fingers curling into your sweet spot while he sucked your sensitive clit into his mouth was what pushed you to the peak of ecstasy, making your body tense as you tugged at his black curls, your eyes rolling back in your head as he greedily drank up your release.

"Forgive me love, but I can't hold back any longer." Still coming down from your climax you could only watch as he frantically tugged off his clothes, letting out a grunt at his stiff cock finally being freed of the confine that was his trousers. He gave a quick peck to your lips before slowly pushing his large cock into your pussy, mesmerized by how your small pussy wrapped around the inches of his cock. "You're taking me so well love, fuck! Such a perfect cock-sleeve for me!~" He groaned out as you let out small whimpers and pants at the feeling of being stuffed full of him.

"James please~" He had never heard a more beautiful sound, your pleas more tempting than a sirens call. "Please what love?" He gently caressed your face, lightly tracing patterns into the plush skin of your stomach with the tip of his hook. "Please just fuck me already!" You whined, tears of frustration threatening to spill from your eyes from the unbearable lack of movement. James found himself unable to refuse, being just as desperate as you were. "You asked for it love." He began to fuck into you with powerful deep thrusts. The way his shaft rubbed against that sweet spot inside had you clenching the sheets in ecstasy.

The creamy ring that formed at the base of James cock had him groaning. "Fuck love, you're a filthy little thing aren't you?" His eyes captivated by your breasts which jiggled with every thrust flickered up to fucked out face, your stunning eyes glazed over in bliss. "On...only for yo...you James~" You whimpered out, brushing a few of his ebony locks out of his face. He growled, throwing your legs over his shoulders before abusing your cunt with an intense ferocity. "That right? You want to be my own personal whore, stay on my ship so I can flood this sweet pussy with cum whenever I want?!" You could only moan and frantically nod in response, the way his harsh thrusts pounded into your cervix leaving your mind fuzzy and littering your vision with stars.

"Take my fuckin' cum then whore." His rough fingers aggressively massaged your clit, making your release wash over you in intense waves. You let out a string of moans, raking your nails down his back as you were lost in pure bliss. James quickly joined in your ecstasy, the way your pussy milked his cock combined with the feeling of your juices dripping down it, pulling him over the edge and tearing a loud groan of pleasure from his throat. You clenched around his twitching cock as his warm cum was shot into your womb, letting out a whimper as he weakly thrusted inside your sore and battered pussy in order to fuck his seed deeper.The both of you too lost in pleasure to notice the large tear he had left in the mattress with his hook.

Keeping his softening cock inside you he pulled your exhausted form on top of his in a sweet embrace, laying your head on his firm chest. "Do you mind if I spend the night?" You timidly asked, afraid that you had been the only one to feel a connection and he would send you away having already taken what he wanted from you. Such thoughts quickly dissipated as he looked down at you like you were the finest treasure he had ever come across "You may spend as many nights as you wish." Your heart swelled in your chest at his words as you happily nuzzled your face into his chest, your eyes drooping with exhaustion. James placed a kiss on top of your head. "Sleep well love." He said softly, as the two of you lulled off to sleep in comfortable silence, both hoping that this was only the first of many nights you would spend wrapped in each others tender embrace.

[epilogue-and-prologue]

Treasure - Captain Hook x Reader

Ship: Captain Hook x Reader

Trope: Love at first sight (Smut)

Warnings: Kidnapping, somewhat manhandling, abandon and boredom.

Note: This was nothing short of a challenge. But it was fun, honestly. I got to explore something I never did before with writing for an animated character and not one I would have thought about if I'm being honest. Hope you like it @disney-girl67 :).

The salt in the air lingered, the sun’s heat relentless against your skin, while you were watching people played around in the water. It was becoming traditional by now. At the end of spring, when the pools were opening again, you would always go to the beach. It dated back to a time in high school. That time when you had wanted to run away from adults and teens alike. Just jump in the water and hope it would take you somewhere else.

Your life was blatantly boring. It was a limitless horizon of disappointment and no expectations or responsibilities on your mind. Just a manageable job, and manageable dreams. The sea was long gone. Even so, the tempest it was lighting up in your heart resisted to be extinguished.

“Come on! The water’s warm!”

A wet hand grabbed yours and dragged you down the beach towards the water. Sharon had been a close friend of yours since kindergarten. She was the one who brought you to the beach back in high school. She splashed your face with the lukewarm water and it made you laugh.

“You look like you’ve seen the love of your life die. Tell me. What’s got you in that mood again?

-Always for the dramatics, huh?

-Don’t divert the discussion. Spill the beans.”

Just like the heat, she would not let you go that easily. You loved her for it and - sometimes - could even be grateful for it.

“I… I want to go. Travel. See the world, live on a boat and eat coconuts for a week. I don’t know, okay! I just… I feel lost here.

-Could it be the fact that Carter has dumped you that is influencing this?”

You both walked back to your towels and dropped in a huff.

“No. Well, maybe. I just… He was nice and sweet. I thought it could be enough but he said I didn’t pull my weight in the relationship anymore. He was right, that’s the worst part.

-Hey, if you could not pull it, there must have been a good reason for that and he didn’t dwell on that part did he?”

Your chuckle was drowned by the cries of some passersby, pointing to the horizon. Somehow, a boat - and a big one at that - was entering the bay you were in. Yet, there was no docks for the crew to accost. Oddly, a thrill ran through you when the ship got closer and you could see distinctively a flag with a skull on it. Could this be… a pirate ship? No. There would be no need for a pirates’ ship to come this close to the shore. They would be more interested in the open waters. Right?

“Sharon, what do you think this boat is doing here?

-I have no clue. But I have no intentions of staying to find that out. Let’s get back to the car, okay?”

You felt yourself nod quickly, but while she was gathering her stuff your gaze was drawn back to the shifting silhouette on the horizon. Another thrill ran through you, when Sharon grabbed your hand and all but dragged you towards the parking lot along with the rest of the people there.

Meanwhile, on the boat, the crew was pretty much just as bewildered as you were. “Smee! Smee!

-Y-yes, captain?

-What is this?”

The hook narrowingly missed Smee’s nose, pointing at the shore in front of them.

“I-I don’t know Captain… We followed your instructions to the letter…

Well, you must have followed them wrong, because this does not look like an island and even less like a treasure island does it?!”

Even though he knew deep down the question to be rhetorical, Smee could not help but answer. “No, it doesn’t sir.”

The captain ran a hand down his face, visibly exasperated by his second in command.

“Go and clean the deck with the toothbrush, maybe that’ll teach you exactitude!” Hook reached the upper deck and addressed the rest of his crew in a commanding tone. Even if half of them were still under the influence of rum and half sleeping standing up.

“Everyone to their posts! I want the ship cleaner than it ever was. You can thank Smee for the disaster this treasure hunt is going to be!”

Barely looking behind him, he turned around towards the sea. They were coming closer and there was no sight of a docking area. There were a few silhouettes running away from the beach. Some onlookers who probably got scared at his arrival. Good. His reputation must have followed him to these unknown territories. Hook’s hand reached inside his jacket, retrieving a map, a compass losing its north, and his loyal spyglass. He settled on a makeshift desk he had Smee built for him. As usual the man did a horrid job at it, but he did it and that was better than nothing.

“Let’s see…”

They had gone to a fairy on Neverland. She had promised him a treasure more valuable than anything he had known before. He only pretended to believe her. Not that she had no credits but he was always wary of the people of Neverland. Such as that tiresome boy. He clenched his teeth and focused on the map once more. Since last night it would not stop moving, the lines and rivers melting together, the seas drowning the coasts. He did not recognize any of the lands and would not be telling anyone any time soon. His mustache twitched before he settled himself, gripping and breaking the edges of Smee’s desk. Horrid work, indeed. He glanced back at the beach and noticed that one of the silhouettes was still there, as if watching - almost waiting - for them to arrive. He grabbed his spyglass and what he saw cut his breath right out of his throat. A woman. Her eyes shining as sea-pearls in the dark, the wind wiping her hair out in a wave, an air about her he did not recognize as being of this world. His mouth ran dry. Never before could he have sworn that his heart was going to beat out of his chest in agony. He had to know her. He had to be with her, to breathe the same air, to make her laugh, oh her laugh had to be extraordinary, and her eyes on him could only be described as hungry, as if she was seeing right through him, past the hook and the bravado and the handsome face. A deep desire took flight inside of him. There would be no return from this. Damn the treasure, damn the promised gold. He had to have you with him.

Before he could give any orders, another young woman grabbed your hand and drove you away. He swore out loud.

“How dare she?”

Licking his lips, he intently followed her movements, knowing deep in him that you did not want to leave. He would have you. You were his and he had to take you before that the other one reached her goal.

“Smee! Find us a docking point! I’m going alone with the craft, this could be dangerous business. You are to remain on the ship and take care of everything. Believe me, if my ship isn’t whole when I come back, you’re losing your head!

-Ye-Yes, captain!”

Poor Smee was panicked, yet Hook could not bring himself to care. He was in love.

* You had already reached the car when you realized your keys had fallen behind on the beach.

“Fuck.

-What’s going on?

-My keys, I… They must have fallen off… I have to go back.”

Sharon gestured to you. “Do you want me to go with you?” She was already on the phone with emergency services, trying to figure out what they could do. It appeared they were as clueless as everyone else on this beach.

“No need. I’ll do it quick.” You ran as fast as you could and reached the beach, already seeing the glint of metal buried in the sand. As you were about to pick it up, you felt a presence. A man, tall, slender and eyes the deepest dark you’d ever seen was looking at you as if he was seeing another human being for the first time. You fell on your back. Somehow, his presence was more surprising than threatening. He was dressed in a historical attire, looking out of place on this 21st century beach. You felt under-dressed, with your bathing suit and a makeshift skirt. His stare was starting to make you feel that. His hand reached out to you, yet your instinct made you recoil. He had a hook. Gleaming in the sunlight, sharp edged. That made you feel more and more threatened. You were heaving, eyes locked with his as in trance. It felt so very bizarre. You knew he would would not hurt you. How you knew that, was a mystery.

“Who are you?”

It seemed to snap him out of his trance. You got up on your feet, finally meeting on equal foot. Or so to speak, the man was really, really tall. Your chest tightened at the thought, bringing you a step closer to the stranger, hypnotized.

“You do not know of me? The great captain Hook? Chaser of treasure and defeater of the Neverland crocodile?! This land is indeed odder than I’d imagined…”

You tried to hide a widening smile. He was weird. You liked it. In a childlike manner, your hand brushed against his cheek, making him go stiff, his whole body almost snapping. You traced his face as if a delicacy, fingertips gracing his features and leaving him breathless. Hook closed his eyes under the sudden care. He was shaking, you could see it. He grabbed your waist and drew you in. So close, you could feel the tension in his shoulders under your palms, the smell of leather and salt and wood hitting you, his fingers digging in your skin in a delicious pain. Before you could process that train of thought, he dipped his head in your neck, close to your ear. His teeth grazed the delicate skin there, in a an almost but not quite kiss. All you heard was “Mine” in his ushered voice, possessive and down right enticing. Then, you were hauled up in a small craft and the shore disappeared in the blink of an eye.

*

Boarding the ship had not been the hardest part.

The hardest part had been to keep the crew at bay.

“Who is this?” “A woman on board? We’re all cursed!” And other expletives you were very willing to forget.

Luckily, night had fallen rather quickly. Hook kept you in his chambers, to keep you safe. He did not want any of his fellow men to attempt anything ungentlemanly. As if kidnapping you was what a gentleman would do in the first place. Although, you had always had a thing for villains.

After the thrill and adrenaline had worn off, the fact that they were pirates - and apparently good ones at that otherwise that kidnapping could have gone very much sideways - hit you like a freight train. The most unbelievable part being the fact that they came from Neverland. Could they really be straight out of the Peter Pan’s book? You would not dare ask the question. If they were, then you were likely never to see those shores again. If they weren’t you were very likely to meet your end in these very same shores. You knew which option you preferred, even if completely unbelievable.

“Milady.”

Hook’s entrance made you jump. He closed the door behind him, after a deep curtsy. He brought food. You hesitated for a minute, before throwing yourself at it. You were starving. Not minding you one bit, the captain walked past you, putting his jacket and hat away. When you finally looked at him, the boat was swaying softly with the waves underneath you, and the man before you was merely covered by a thin shirt and heavy pants. Like that he almost looked harmless. Almost.

“Why did you take me?”

He smirked, toying with his hook. His steps were measured, slow. For each one he took, you took one back. Hence, you found yourself caged against the wooden wall behind you, food completely abandoned. Eyes boring into you, you would not look at him. In doing so, you were subjecting yourself to another kind of sight. The open linen. The beginning of the throat. The Adam’s apple, bobbing as if in anticipation.

The hook was cold against your chin, pushing your face up to meet his. A breath away, he stood his ground, chest to chest, his hand naturally molding itself on your hip. You could not find it in yourself to stop him.

“Don’t you know?”

Every breath you took, every movement you made, he felt. It was intoxicating. And captain Hook was not known for his restraint. He did not wait for your answer. Instead, his lips met your neck, harshly pulling on the skin, surely leaving a purple mark. The pain shot through you, your hand about to push him off when you heard it.

“Mine… All mine.”

His nose nuzzled the side of your face, his hot breath against the shell of your ear. You wanted not to believe him. You wanted not to follow him down that path. It was too late. If you had not wanted him to take you in the first place, you could have jumped and swam back to shore. Yet, it had never even crossed your mind, for you were not afraid with him. You were under a spell. Could it be a spell or just you being bored? Still, you were not willing to break it. You were bewitched. And he called you his. How could you resist that?

So you let him. You let him snap the straps of your bathing suit, one after the other. You let him grab your breast in his hand, the hook grazing down your chest, him sucking on your nipple like a man starving. No words could form in your mouth, only moans and lip bitten cries. Finally, he pulled the remainder of your clothing down your legs. You felt exposed and shy, but willed your legs apart when his hand caressed your inner thighs. His fingertips were spreading goosebumps up and down your body when he stopped.

He tossed his shirt over his head, hunger in his eyes as he sat down on the edge of the bed, and a wide mischievous smile drew on his face. Without breaking eye contact, he spread his legs wide a suave light burning in his eyes. The captain was watching you intently. You were standing still, against the wall, fearing you might fall if you took any step forward. The desire was dampening your skin, leaking through you. He licked his lip and your whole body tensed under his full blown pupils.

“Come here”

It was not a request, but a demand. You yielded easily. Heavy breaths after each step, he drew the hook out at the last one, bringing your wrist and your whole body to him. He pushed a piece of hair out of your face, the cold metal of the hook dragged down the length of your throat to the top of your breasts. The heated skin of his shoulders under your palms was not enough. A whine escaped you. He smirked and chuckled.

“Now, kneel”

You did. You were positively drooling as he undid his pants and threw them somewhere in the room. You could not care less as you were now facing the length of his shaft, the velvety skin already meeting your tongue for you would not wait a minute longer. Hook was taken by surprise, leading him to let out a moan that had you whimper. All too soon he regained control and put his hand behind your head. You took the tip of his dick inside your mouth, easing yourself around him. He would have none of it, putting your mouth to good use and pushing himself deeper down your throat. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every stroke he pushed in your mouth. Your nose was getting crushed against his pelvis, his hair’s scent imprinting itself in your mind. Despite his resistance to it, he could not help the sinful noises escaping him, the heavy sighs or the marvel in his eyes when he saw how good you could take him.

“Good… Mine…Yes… Yes…Just like…”

Your hands ran from his tone thighs to his ass, looking for a way to hold on to something. The movement made him even harder in your mouth and before any of you could stop, he bottomed out in you. You swallowed it whole, and you could have sworn he twitched when you did. Finally he pulled out, sweat-beads all over his scarred torso, a fond wicked smile across his face. He bunched his shirt in his fist and used it to clean your mouth. You let yourself nuzzle against his hand as he did so. He helped you up before pushing you down on the bed, so hard you yelped.

“What…?

-Shush now little mouse. Let me…”

The words stopped in his throat. He was parting your legs and could already see, smell, and soon feel the luxurious wet mound waiting for him. He gathered some on his tongue and moaned at the taste.

“All of this for me? You shouldn’t have, darling…”

Your back curved into an impossible crescent, he pushed down on your stomach to stop you from writhing so much. But how could you not? His mouth sucking hickeys up the length of your thighs, meeting your clitoris with that much hunger and thirst? You were trashing around well before he finally started licking you. You were shivering in fever as he kept sucking, licking and biting. The coil in you was only growing stronger and stronger with each new touch of his tongue, when he pulled your lips apart with his hook. The new sensation threw you in for a new loop. He applied gentle pressure against your clit, painting the metal with the waters you were delivering him with. Once satisfied he started licking it himself, leaving you plenty of time to catch your breath and ogle him while he did. All the while, not noticing his hand finally coming to rest on your mound, before he pushed two fingers in. The pain was exquisite. He did not move, leaving you to clamp around him in agony, sweating and begging for release.

“Please, please, please fuck me, please I’ll be good, please…

-Well, when it’s asked so nicely…”

The dark tone in his voice made you shiver. He pulled out completely, towering over you. You did not have time to think as he turned you around face first in the mattress, ass up in the air. His patience was running thin, yet he still took the time to squeeze your ass cheeks, tracing invisible lines up and down your skin. All of a sudden, he pushed inside you and your toes curled. From then on, he was relentless, his rhythm merciless and strong, while the echoes of your cries were filling the room. His dick was swallowing all your thoughts and fears, hitting a spot in you you didn’t even knew existed. If this was a dream, it was the best one you’d ever had. Hook sneaked his hand between your thighs to your clitoris, controlling the peaks of pleasure in you still going at you, screaming your pleasure, weakening your voice with each thrusts, all the while keeping you down at his will. Soon enough, your release coated the sheets and his trickled down your thighs. Breathless and high on sex, you let yourself be guided under the covers, the room dampened by the heavy air. Before you could act, a swift salted breeze blew past you, a pleasant chill running through your bones. The captain had opened a small window, letting the outside winds in.

He joined you, his skin scorching hot under your fingers. It did nothing to stop you from touching him. Only then did he asked for your name.

“I shall treasure it with all my heart.”

Only then, as you gave it, did he realize he had missed something. The fairy had never mentioned a physical treasure of gold and jewelries. She had hardly mentioned anything at all if he could recall.

You were his treasure. How he could have missed it, well that was probably - most assuredly - Smee’s fault as usual. He let his palm up your arm and settled on your neck, making you look at him through the haze you were still in.

“Hook…

-James.”

You smiled at him, understanding his meaning immediately. Definitively the best dream. Alas, one which had to end.

“James, I have to go back.

-No, you don’t.

-My friend is waiting for me, she’s probably afraid and…

-No. You won’t go back.”

His tone left no place for question. He pushed a stray lock of hair behind your ear. You wanted to stay. Desperately. Your life was not worth it. It was not worth abandoning something - someone - that felt this good. Reason was telling you to leave. Your heart, to stay. Even if this was indeed a dream, staying in it longer than what was needed could not hurt anyone. You knew it wasn’t, coming to terms with the fact that this was indeed real and alive and there for the taking. You could write letters to Sharon. And your family. They would understand. Hopefully.

A nod was all it took. As if he thought you would refuse again, he let out a not so discreet sigh. For the first time, he called your name. He called your name, silently, hoping you would not disappear. The look of utter awe you gave him was enough. He pushed a little closer, bringing his leg around yours, his lips finally meeting yours. You faced him fully, bringing your body impossibly closer to him. Never before had you felt this kind of connexion to someone. The kiss was heated, barely breathing, exchanging nips on each other’s lip, leaving both of you wanting more.

“What now, Captain?”

He smiled a devilish grin, his hand sneaking behind your head, his thumb caressing your bottom lip. It thrilled you.

“Keep calling me Captain, until you can not speak anymore.”

The order was followed through, to the letter.

[greenaway-torres]

Playing Hooky (NSFW Ending)

The rest of the story is here

The gif is not mine

“Let me treat you like the princess you are.”

Your arms were still wrapped around his neck as you laid on the bed. His hand moved to your hips and squeezed. You bucked up against him. You felt him smile against your lips. “In such a hurry aren’t we?”

“Hook-“

“Uh uh.” His lips trailed your jawline and moved to your neck. You felt his teeth graze your pulse point. “Call me James. Please.”

“James,” you nearly whined. “I need you.”

“Don’t worry. I said I’ll take care of you and I’ll do that.” He kissed the top of your breasts that peaked over your corset and slowly pulled the strings that were tied in the front. You whined again. Why was he taking so long?

“I said I was going to take care you, princess,” he answered your thoughts. “But I do want to take my time to appreciate you.” He took off your corset, leaving just your dress. “May I?”

You nodded quickly. He smirked. You helped him hike up your dress and pull it over your head. “Damn, sweetheart. You look perfect.”

His lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking and teasing it while using his fingers to play with the other. You moaned quietly, bucking into him again.

“You’re so sensitive, princess. I wonder what would happen if I…” his teeth grazed the erect nipple. A strained sound left your lips in pleasure. “There it is. What other noises can you make for me?”

He kissed between your breasts, leaving a trail down to your stomach. He paid so much attention to your body, taking careful note of every detail, every curve. When he made it to your thighs, he looked up at you with a silent question. You nodded, giving him permission.

You felt his mustache tickle you as he licked a long stripe. You put a hand on his head to ground yourself. When his lips kissed and sucked on your clit, you pulled his hair slightly.

“That’s it, princess,” he mumbled against your cunt, the vibrations hitting your clit and making you moan louder. “Show me how good it feels.”

A finger teased your entrance, making small teasing circles. “Fuck, James.” He began to finger you, the finger slipping in so easily.

“Look at you, sweetheart,” he smiled. His face was wet from your pussy. His eyes were bright as it drank in your naked body. The sight of him nearly made you cum. “You’re taking my finger so well, huh?” He slipped in a second finger. A groan crept out of your mouth from the stretched feeling. His thumb made small circles in your clit. You were so fucking close…then he pulled out.

“Damnit Hook!” He laughed out loud, the shock and disappointment on your face making him nearly chortle. He licked your nectar off his fingers, letting out a soft hum from your taste.

“Don’t worry princess. You’ll get to cum.” He kissed you deeply. You could taste yourself on his tongue and lips. “I just want you to cum on my cock. Is that alright, princess?”

You nodded slowly, the kiss leaving you breathless. He smiled and leaned back. He slowly undid his belt and pulled it from the loops. He was teasing you again.

He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the pile of clothes on the floor. He took his time with his pants however. He wanted to watch you as you desperately looked at him. Your pussy ached. Hurry up, dammit!

He pulled off his pants and out them in the pile. You saw him get up and open a drawer. He came back with a condom in hand and pull it down his shaft. When he leaned back over you to kiss you, you felt his erect length rub against your cunt. Dammit. “You’re already so wet princess. I might be able to just…” You felt yourself clench around him as he slipped in, making you both moan. Fuck.

He started to slowly pump inside you, making a steady rhythm. It felt so good. You reached for your clit but he took you hand and kissed it. He started to tease your clit instead, placing your hand on his chest. You threw your head back. The feeling of being stretched combined with him teasing your clit felt so good. You were so close. And he knew it.

He picked up the pace. The sounds of slapping hips, breathy moans, and loud grunts filled the room. You pulled him down to kiss you again. His mustache tickled you as he hid his face in your neck. “Fuck, princess,” he huffed between moans. “You feel so good. You’re taking me so well.”

You threw your head back, your eyes crossing. You felt his hand wrap around throat and squeeze slightly. You could feel a ring from his hand press against your pressure point. His hand moved down from your neck to your stomach, pressing down into it. “I’m right here, princess. You’re taking me so good.”

Your body shook as you came around him, Hook still slowly pumping into you as you rode out your orgasm. The feeling of you squeezing around his cock drew him close to his own. You felt his cock twitch inside you as he came inside the condom. He slowly pulled out and threw it away, coming back to kiss you softly.

“Are you alright there, princess?” You slowly nodded, your eyelids fluttering. He smirked. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet. Let’s see what other pretty noises you can make.”

[forensicheart]

Hi. Can you write a smut scene that starts with love at first sight between the female reader and my favorite Disney villain, Captain James Hook from the original animated Disney Peter Pan 1953 film please? I would appreciate it if you can because I have a serious fan girl crush on him.

Love To Lust

Captain Hook (1953 Film) x Fem Reader

Summary: Love at first sight turns into something more...

Warnings: Oral and vaginal sex (female x male), dirty talk, unprotected sex

A/N: Hey! Thank you so much for the request! The 1953 film has to be one of my favourite versions and I hope I've done it and your request justice <3

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Neverland had been your home for years, it was peaceful on the island, full of fun and laughter between you and the Lost Boys. It had always been that way, until one day it wasn't. One day, you fell in love and the boys, Peter, wasn't too happy with that.

"I don't think it's right how you feel for him Y/n, I'm sorry but that's how I feel" Peter was very gentle as he spoke, he always was with people, it's one of the reasons you loved him so much. He was like a brother to you and he wanted to protect you but you couldn't let him this time.

"But Peter, he was- he gave me this feeling that I've never felt before, this spark inside of me, this- this sense of adventure, an adventure I have to pursue" You knew what you were saying may have been crazy but as the interaction with this man kept running through your mind your desire to see him again only grew larger.

“He’s the villain Y/n, he’s not a good person and definitely not someone you should be falling in love with” Peter looked desperate as he tried to convince you, he couldn’t have you get hurt.

“Well I’m sorry but you can’t stop me this time Peter, I need to see him again” And without waiting to hear another word from Peter you walked away taking bag you had packed with you from your bed and closing the door to your hut behind you, leaving Peter standing and staring at where you had just stood in defeat.

As you walked you pulled a note out of your pocket and opened it up reading the words written for the 100th time making sure you were heading to the right place. At the end of your interaction the man had slipped you a note, one that told you to meet him at night fall by the shore line where you’d first met.

There was no sign of him once you reached the shore line, you looked around you, turning in circles until you heard a voice coming from the sea. This confused you until you saw his boat, him standing on his boat, lowering an anchor into the water and putting down a ramp that would allow anyone to enter or exit.

“You coming or what?” He spoke, his voice just how you remembered it, it had only been a few hours but it felt like a life time since you had seen him, a lifetime you never wanted to wait before seeing him again. So of course you hurried towards the boat, your shoes getting wet as you walked through the water to reach the ramp. Carefully walking up the ramp and onto the boat, he was waiting for you there, his hand stretched out for you to take, which of course you did.

He led you across the deck of the ship, into the captains cabin and over to the bed where you both sat down.

“I don’t believe I ever formally introduced myself” He spoke looking into your eyes. You smiled at him as you replied.

“No I don’t believe so”

“Captain Hook at your service my dear, but you can call me James” He spoke with a slight bow and you giggled as bowed back introducing yourself.

“Y/n L/n”

“What a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl” A blush formed on your cheek as James compliment you, his hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear and you took the opportunity to speak.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about you after our first meeting, you’re so handsome and I just felt this feeling that I had never felt before. I knew I had to see you again, I knew I wanted to get to know you more, I had to get to know you more”

“Well aren’t you a sweet thing. Don’t worry darling I felt the exact same way for you. I don’t ever want to let you go now that I’ve got you this close to me. I think I’m falling for you” James confessed and he moved his face closer to yours, one hand cupping your face and the other holding your hand.

“Are you falling for me too?” Your could merely nod, flustered by his words and actions as you swallowed the lump in your throat. With your confirmation James closed the gap between you two kissing you slowly. Your lips moved in a smooth and gentle rhythm together for a few moments because the kisses became for harsh, faster and more desperate. Your hands making there way to his hair as his made their way to your shirt. His actions were skilful as he began to take your clothes off, throwing them to the floor and pushing you to lie down as he removed his clothing discarding them to the floor also.

You both lay naked on the bed now, wasting no time in reattaching your lips in a desperate manner. Your emotions were running wild, your head spinning as James’ lips moved to your neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks in its path. You had barely spoken to him but god had you fallen and fallen hard at that.

“You’re gorgeous my dear, so fucking gorgeous” James spoke lowly, his eyes roaming your body and his hands reached for your breasts, fondling and pinching the hard nipple making you let out a quiet moan. James chucked at your response, continuing his actions as his lips made their way back to your neck as quiet moans continued to spill from your mouth.

“Please” Your words came out quiet as you spoke. James’ actions stopped as you spoke and he looked up at your raising an eyebrow.

“Speak up dear”

“Please James, I want more” James smirked at your words.

“And what exactly is more darling?” You gulped nervously.

“I- I want-“ You turned your head to the side avoiding James’ eyes but he merely grabbed your chin making you look at him once more.

“No need to be nervous, tell me what you want Y/n” You took a breath before speaking.

“I want you to fuck me James” James’ smirk returned at your words.

“Such bold words for such a small girl” His hands ran down your body sending shivers down your back and making you close your eyes. This made you unaware of his next movement, his finger swiping at your entrance making you gasp with shock and delight.

“So wet for me Y/n, but will I fit inside of you?” This was the first time you’d looked down at his body, you looked him up and down, his was handsome beyond belief, like nothing you’d ever seen before and fuck- he was huge. Your eyes widened at the sight making James laugh, he found joy in your reactions, your nerves and your flustered stutters.

“You still want me to fuck you darling?” He asked, your eyes still wide as they looked into his. You didn’t hesitate to nod.

“Yes, please James, stretch me out and fuck me”

“As you wish” He wasted no time in slamming two fingers into you, they were long and slim, quickly moving in and out of you. Your head thrown back at the feeling, your mouth open as your moans grew louder. Adding two more finger James sped his pace, separating his fingers inside of you and stretching you nice and wide for his cock to fit. And that’s exactly what he tested next. Removing his fingers from inside of you he placed his cock at your entrance, pushing slowly inside of you, feeling your wall as stretch around him, still tight but wet making it easy to slide inside of you.

Your head was throw back, your jaw dropped and loud moans of delight spilling from your lips. James took this as an insensitive to keep going. He thrusted in and out of you. Hard and fast, his cock slamming against you, your walls stretching every thrust, quickly adjusting to the size inside of you. Your moans very only increasing in volume by the minute, your hands reaching to grab at James’ arms which were place either side of your head keeping himself up as he pleasured you. Your head reached up to kiss James passionately, as if it was the last thing you’d ever do because your eyes began to roll back into your head, your moans turning into screams and gasps as you squeezed James’ arms tightly, your head dropping back down onto the bed.

“Faster, oh god faster James!” You cried out and James complied right away, grunting as his pace quicken, his thrusts becoming more powerful and pleasurable.

“How’s that feel baby? You feel good?” He asked you, one of his hands moving to your breast as the other kept him hovering above you.

“So fucking good, please don’t stop, you’re amazing” Your words were breathless as you became distracted by every feeling, every emotion, that James was giving you. You were in love and you felt amazing. He knew exactly what he was doing, like he had done it 100 times before, and well he probably had. But the way he he moved inside of you, the way his hands held you in a way that felt so good and so special, you wanted more of him.

“I think I’m going to to cum” You admitted, you felt yourself begin to pulse, tightening even more around James’ cock, squeezing it in a way that made James groan deeply.

“Me too darling, go ahead” And with his permission and one last thrust your toes curled in as you came, one last moan spilling from you as your eyes rolled back and you felt James pull out and finish on your stomach. You breathed heavily as James collapsed besides you making you turn your head to look at him.

“I love you James”

“I love you too Y/n”

[bellewintersroe]

Band of brothers masterlist 🤍🩷🤍

Finally! Here’s some direct links to my work so far :)

All boys: general hc’s:

Platonic BoB x reader - angst. Easy boys reacting to seeing their lady lieutenant for the first time. Easy boys x reader how they react to accidentally upsetting you.

Easy boys x reader the morning after their first time. Easy boys x reader the morning after their first time, part 2.

Easy boys x reader in Bastogne.

Easy boys x nurse headcannons p1. Easy boys x nurse headcanons p2.

Easy boys x nurse headcannons p3. Easy’s reaction to nurse reader getting hurt.

Easy boys x nurse how they react to you finding them hurt. Easy boys x reader enemies to lovers.

Easy boys x reader they see you dressed up for the first time. Easy boys x reader they see your scars for the first time. Easy boys x nurse how they react to you having fun in the water.

Easy boys x reader they take care of your baby alone for the first time.

Easy boys x reader how they react to you going MIA.

Part 2.

Easy boys x reader how they comfort you when you’re overworked

Ron Speirs:

Protective Ron Speirs x reader. Snowy Days, Ron x reader.

British girl x Ron headcanons - Ron being in a relationship with a girl from Britain.

Ron Speirs x nurse! OC multiple part smut - when celebrations reach a high in the eagles nest, who knew their hook up would be more than a one time thing?

Part 1.

Part 2.

Part 3.

Part 4.

Part 5.

Part 6.

Part 7.

Ron Speirs x ArmyNurse! OC mini series - Margaret ‘Maggie’ Emerson, an army nurse attached to the 506th parachute infantry regiment, finds herself growing closer to her company’s captain, Ronald Speirs. With war drawing to an end, a side to the mystery that is Captain Speirs is revealed. Both Maggie and Ron have a difficult time resisting their attraction to one another.

Part 1.

Part 2.

Joe Liebgott:

Joe Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut. - you, joe and Floyd have some fun on New Year’s Eve in a foxhole. Joe x reader x Talbert smut p2- Joe and Floyd finally give you what you’ve been waiting for…

Untitled Joe Liebgott x reader Drabble. Joe Liebgott x reader angst- the two times Joe doesn’t want to see you and the one time he does.

Joe x reader x Shifty - a request for how Joe would react when he’s in love with you but you’re with Shifty.

Gene and Liebgott Headcannons - when they think they’ve lost you for good but then you reunite with them days later, worse for wear.

Babe Heffron:

Babe Heffron x oc smut- Babe and OC spend some well deserved time together.

Eugene Roe:

Quiet Confessions, Eugene x reader smut - as the title described, quiet confessions between Gene and reader. Sympathy for the Enemy, Gene x oc - oc struggles with hating the enemy, especially when some of them are just boys. Gene comforts her when the inevitable happens. Vocal Gene x reader smut- Requested by a reader! Gene is obsessed with you and expresses this through being vocal in the bedroom… Friends to Lovers, Eugene x reader smut - you and Gene are friends for the longest time until one night that changes with a steamy exchange whilst walking home…

Gene x reader headcanons - just some headcanons on how your friendship turns into a relationship throughout the time during the war you spend together.

Gene and Liebgott Headcannons - when they think they’ve lost you for good but then you reunite with them days later, worse for wear.

Floyd Talbert:

Floyd x reader smut - Floyd and your tension reaches a boiling point after two years together. Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut - threesome.

Liebgott x reader x Talbert smut p2. - threesome continued!

Talbert + Christenson headcanons.

James ‘Moe’ Alley:

Alley x oc was nurse! Jenny. Headcanons of their developing relationship throughout the war.

part 1. part 2. part 3. part 4. part 5.

Skip Muck:

Skip x reader - mutual pinining - friends to lovers arc. Lewis Nixon:

One night stand, Nixon X Reader - after a long night of boozing you and Captain Nixon wake up besides each other, shocked by your actions of the night before.

Chuck Grant:

Chuck x nurse reader headcanons.

Chuck Grant x reader smut.

Alton More:

More x nurse reader headcanons. Shifty Powers:

Joe x reader x Shifty - a request for how Joe would react to being in love with you but you’re with Shifty. Pat Christenson:

Christenson x reader fluff - pat comforts you after Grant is wounded. Christenson + Talbert headcanons.

Dick Winters:

Dick x reader headcanons - on how Dick steals Sobel’s gf.

[delulu-enough-for-you]

Silver and Gold (Captain Hook x reader)

Y/N is a well-known theif. But what happens when a certain pirate catches her trying to steal some gold? Will she feel the wrath of his silver hook? Or will he punish her differently...

This was requested :))) credits to them for the idea!

⚠️ Warnings: smut! MDNI! female body parts and pronouns for Y/n, sub!reader, dom!hook, p in v, pet names, theft, cursing, capturing

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Y/n's boots tapped gently along the deck of the ship, her steady breathing the only sound contrasting the splash of the waves below. Her grip was on her sword, as always. Peeking her head around the edge of the ship, she found that the door to the galley was open. She rolled her eyes. "Amateurs." Y/n muttered as she slunk closer to the door. Sliding quickly through the entryway, she found herself in what looked like to be a storage room. Y/n huffed, putting her hands on her hips. "There has to be a treasure trove somewhere." She whispered to herself, looking around.

Suddenly, she spotted a barrel seemingly out of place. She strode over and, with a grunt, moved it to the side, reavealing bags of gold. Y/n smirked, beginning to fill her pockets, triumphant. But she froze when a voice came from the depths of the dark hallway. "What do we have here?"

Y/n spun around, her eyes meeting the cold grey ones of Captain James Hook. She took a step back, seeing the gleam of his hook in the lantern light. The silver seemed to shine, contrasting the gold in her palms. "Hook....." Y/n murmured, looking down at the hook before looking back up at the captain.

"Yes, dear. It's a hook." James strode closer, his heavy boots circling her. "But you didn't answer my question. What are you doing here, lovely?"

Y/n followed his movements with her gaze. "Just passing through..." Hook scoffed. "So 'just passing through' means stealing my gold?" His cold eyes flew to Y/n's palms, which still held the dabloons. Y/n bit her tongue, avoiding the question.

The next thing Hook knew, Y/n bolted. Running for the door as fast as she could, her fingers were about to grasp the handle when she was yanked back by her shirt collar. Y/n let out a little shriek, but the captain held his hand over her mouth. "Oh, no, darling. Don't run." He chuckled darkly. "I won't bite... unless you want me to." Y/n sucked in a breath, feeling the cold touch of his hook by her jawline. "Now, love, do you know the rules for stealing?" Y/n shook her head no, her eyes widened slightly. "Hanging." Hook said, smirking. Y/n squirmed, trying to get away. "Oh, hush darking. There's another way you can repay me."

Y/n stopped, her eyes confused. "...how?" She asked gently, her hands coming to her sword again. Hook gazed down at Y/n, his hook tracing her jaw. "Let me have you. Just for one night."

And that was how Y/n found herself here. In the Captain's quarters, with her hands tied to the bedframe and Hook groaning praises in her ear. Words caught in Y/n's throat, "f-faster...please." Hook groans, speeding up his thrusts with a little whimper. The bedframe cracks against the wall, and Y/n throws her head back, cursing spilling from her lips. Hook mumbles praises into her ear, over and over.

"Good girl"

"Oh, m'lady, oh-"

"Good job, sweet thing"

He never slows down, Y/n's walls clenching around him with a whimper. "H-hook, I..." He cuts her off. "Me too, love. C'mon, please cum." She complies, crying out, as her eyes roll back in her head.

A few moments later, Y/n has her clothes on again and is making a grab at the gold, sitting in a pouch on Hook's desk. "Pretty girl, what do you think your'e doing?" Y/n frowns. "Taking a little momento." She huffs when Hook slams the coin back down. "Run along now, sweet thing. You should consider yourself lucky I don't kill you right now." Y/n growls, reluctantly leaving the quarters and rushes back off the ship.

It's only later, when Hook is counting his coins, when he realizes he's missing one.

And guess who's one dabloon richer...

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[why-what-no]

Guys, I’m in the process of writing a Captain Hook smut (from the 2003 Peter Pan movie). I’m like almost 2000 words in and I haven’t even got to the smut part yet, it’s just buildup at this point😩. My daddy issues are really acting up, huh?

[jokeringcutio]

Halloween requests!!! I've been vibing for pumpkin season since September 1st, so this is fantastic! I can't wait to see what Halloween horrors abound here 😍

Hook (Peter Pan 2003) x female reader

Smut: No preference, so whatever strikes your fancy

Reader is at a Halloween party and somehow ends up in Neverland? Bonus if Hook has something to say about her pirate costume (author's choice if it's in the style of big boxstore tacky, sexy, 'authentic', or what have you 🙃)

If you aren't up for the request, it's all good!

Captain James Hook (imagine Jason Isaac’s Hook) x Reader Rating: T Warnings: Halloween Party, Pirates, Kiss. AN: Hope you enjoy! I am open for Reader insert requests, come at me ya'll.

Halloween Pirate

The night was alive with the laughter and chatter of guests, their costumes creating a colorful sea through which you had to find your way. The Halloween party was in full swing, held within a grand ballroom adorned with cobwebs and flickering candles, casting eerie shadows upon those who danced beneath the crystal chandelier. Macabre decorations of skeletons and bats hung from the walls, pumpkins were found in each corner.

It was a party you couldn’t just attend without an invitation. And a costume. Those who weren’t dressed for the occasion were bluntly sent home. You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in your own pirate costume. It was an ode to days long past, with loving attention paid to every detail, ensuring authenticity and capturing the spirit of a swashbuckling adventurer. From your tricorn hat adorned with golden trimmings to the billowing white shirt peeking out from underneath a deep red waistcoat, it was clear that no expense had been spared in the making of the ensemble. Your black pants hugged your hips, tucked into tall leather boots that comfortably encased your feet, perfect for dancing. Or dueling.

"Ahoy, matey!" a friend called out to you, raising their plastic lightsaber in salute. You grinned and returned the gesture, allowing yourself to be swept up in the lively atmosphere.

A fellow pirate approached you, clearly impressed by your attire. "You've really outdone yourself this time," they said admiringly, eyeing the gleaming cutlass hanging at your side.

"Thank you," you replied, your voice filled with warmth and genuine appreciation. "I wanted to make sure it was as authentic as possible."

As you exchanged pleasantries with other party-goers, you couldn't help but feel a certain thrill – a sense that tonight would be one to remember.

You danced a bit with your friends and laughed a lot. But after a while, you felt your mouth turn dry and looked around for the tables with food and drinks on them. Of course, the drink you had set your eyes on was gone. An empty spot glaring at you. There was more in the kitchen, one of the waitresses told you, and so you decided to venture into the kitchen for a drink.

You made your way through the crowd, which was quite the challenge, to find yourself in front of a closed door that should lead to the kitchen. Here you had seen the waiters pass through all evening with fresh snacks and drinks.

But the wooden door was closed.

Weird, you thought. The door wasn’t very big either, smaller than you had thought it had been. Hadn’t there been double doors here? You must have remembered it incorrectly.

Pushing it open with a sense of adventure, you stepped into an opulent chamber that seemed worlds away from the raucous celebrations outside.

"Wow," you breathed, your voice barely audible as you took in the lavish surroundings. The walls were draped in rich tapestries depicting exotic lands and mythical creatures, while the floor was adorned with plush velvet cushions and ornate rugs. An enormous chandelier cast a warm glow across the room, illuminating a magnificent table laden with delectable treats and goblets of sparkling wine.

"Where in the world am I?" you wondered aloud, feeling as if you had somehow been transported to a realm of enchantment and luxury.

As you wandered deeper into the room, your fingers trailing over the smooth marble of a nearby statue, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something strangely familiar about this place, as if you had stumbled upon a forgotten corner of your own imagination.

A large map spread across one of the walls. Curious, you approached it.

Only to realize that this wasn’t a world map. Not the one you were used to, anyway.

There was no Africa, no United States, no Europe. This was no ordinary map. Perhaps something of a fandom, you mused. Perhaps this was part of a storybook or a movie? It depicted a world unlike any you had ever seen before, a place where mermaids swam in crystal clear lagoons and pirates' coves lay hidden among rocky shores.

Absentmindedly, you traced your finger along the coastline of the fantastical island full of detail, more than you would have expected from a fantasy map. The word "Neverland" was emblazoned across the parchment in bold, swirling letters, and your heart skipped a beat as childhood memories of Peter Pan and his Lost Boys came flooding back to you.

"Neverland," you giggled softly, shaking your head. Of course, you knew about that fictional world.

"Ah, so you have heard of our little slice of paradise, haven’t you?" A husky, low voice came from behind you, catching you by surprise. The huskiness sent shivers down your spine. There was something raw about that voice, something that made a warmth spark in the pit of your stomach. You turned around to find yourself face-to-face with none other than a man dressed as Captain Hook himself. He didn’t seem familiar, not anyone you’d ever met before. But he looked amazingly in character.

His piercing blue eyes seemed to bore straight into your soul, while his long black hair fell in seductive ringlets around his chiseled, stubble-lined jaw. He was dressed in the finest velvet, his tall hat adorned with soft white feathers that quivered with every movement. A silver hook gleamed menacingly from the stump of his right hand, a testament to both his ruthlessness and cunning.

"Captain Hook," you breathed, entranced by the vision before you. It was as if the infamous pirate captain had leaped straight from the pages of your favorite childhood storybook, brought to life in all his dark and twisted glory. This man’s costume was superb.

"Indeed," he replied with a wicked grin, stepping closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. "So you have heard of me?” A pleased hum escaped his lips. “No wonder, since you are here.” He clicked his tongue, brushing the tip past his lips in a pensive gesture while he studied you for a moment.

“And who might you be, my dear? I don’t remember having seen you on my ship before."

You laughed, thinking the man made a funny in-character remark. The room did look like a luxurious cabin on a ship, you thought. And the man himself, he looked astonishingly like the real deal. Or well, like how you had imagined the captain would look like if he had been real. A perfect Halloween outfit, you thought.

“A fellow pirate?” He asked.

"Something like that," you replied coyly, your pulse quickening as his intense gaze roamed over your pirate costume. There was something undeniably alluring about this man.

"Your ensemble is quite remarkable," Hook complimented, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. "One of the finest I've seen in some time."

"Thank you, Captain," you replied with a playful curtsy, enjoying the way his eyes remained fixed on you with a subtle undercurrent of attraction. "I do my best."

"Clearly," he murmured, stepping closer until the scent of leather and sea salt filled your nostrils. His presence was intoxicating, filling you with a heady mixture of excitement and danger, and you found yourself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. "Now tell me, lass—where exactly do you hail from?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" you teased, meeting his intense stare with a mischievous glint in your eye. The game had begun, and you were more than eager to play along.

"Indeed, I would," Hook replied, his tone growing rougher as he sensed your willingness to engage in this dance of wits. "Perhaps I could persuade you to share your secrets, hm?"

"Perhaps," you mused, your heart pounding in your chest at his nearness. "But I think I'd rather keep you guessing for now."

For a moment, the man’s features darkened. As if he was frustrated by your response. Then his lips curled into a wicked smirk. "Very well," he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "But remember, a captain always needs to stay informed. About anything,” here he paused and his blue eyes slid down your frame once more, “and everything,” he then added.

"Of course," you whispered, your breath hitching as you felt the weight of his words settle in your chest. Was he implying what you thought he was? Surely not. But then again, his eyes roamed your body and had darkened.

And then, before you could think about it any further, his left hand brushed past yours, and fingers tangled with yours, pulling you along gently but firmly. You followed, trying not to stumble at the sudden movement.

The tension in the air was palpable as Captain Hook led you away from the strange map and into a dimly lit, quiet nook. The atmosphere seemed to shift. You felt your breath hitch as Hook pressed you against the wall, his body effectively trapping yours.

“And right now,” the man whispered in your ear, breath tickling your skin, “I have stumbled upon a stranger dressed in such fine clothes, it makes me suspicious. Can she be a spy?”

Your eyes grew wide, feeling how you were still trapped between his upper body and the wall. The slight pressure was enough to keep you in place and at the same time, the friction created was making your nipples peak. “No, not a spy,” you quickly said, frowning. “I was looking for the kitchen. I never intended to end up…” Here you hesitated and tried to look around the man. Was this an expensive-looking office? Where exactly had you ended up?

"Be a mysterious, lass," he murmured, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine. His gaze roamed over your outfit once more, this time lingering on the intricate details that made your pirate attire so authentic. "I must admit, I find myself quite taken with you."

You swallowed hard, unable to tear your eyes away from his piercing blue ones. As Hook's hand began to explore your body, tracing the curves and edges of your clothing, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and excitement. His touch was firm yet gentle, and the contrast between his warm fingers and the cool metal of his hook sent an electric current through your veins.

"Tell me," he said, his breath hot against your ear. "If I were to take off these fine garments of yours, would I find you just as enchanting beneath them?"

His words hung heavy in the air, and you felt your cheeks flush with heat. Was this man serious? Then again, why didn’t you even try so much as to stop him? How come you enjoyed this? He was a stranger!

Hook had always been a figure of mystery and danger in your mind, but never before had you imagined yourself in such an intimate situation with him. And yet, here you were.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" you managed to tease, your voice barely above a whisper. It was a risky game you were playing, but one you couldn't resist.

"Indeed, I would," he growled, his grip tightening on your waist. The pressure of his fingers and the sharp edge of his hook served as a reminder of his dominant nature, and you couldn't help but shudder at the thought of what he might do next.

"Perhaps," you continued, your heart racing in your chest. "But you'll have to earn that privilege, Captain."

Hook's eyes darkened with desire, and you knew you'd successfully stoked the flames of his curiosity. Whether that was a wise decision or not, only time would tell. But for now, you were both caught up in the dangerous dance of attraction, unable to break away from the magnetic pull that kept drawing you closer together.

"Very well," he whispered, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "Tell me a story.”

His request surprised you, his voice low and inviting. A story? About what?

"Alright," you agreed, laughing softly. "Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a girl who found herself at a Halloween party, dressed as a pirate..."

You began to spin a tale that danced between fantasy and reality, weaving together your own experiences with elements from stories you'd grown up with. As you spoke, you couldn't help but notice how intensely Hook was listening to you. His gaze never wavered, and you felt as if he was seeing straight through to your soul.

Feeling bolder, you reached out and let your fingers trace the intricate embroidery of his velvet coat, finding it surprisingly soft beneath your touch. Not the fancy dress material, you noted, but the expensive real deal. Your eyes flickered up to meet his, gauging his reaction. He didn't pull away, instead, his lips curled into a slight smile, encouraging you to continue.

"Go on," he murmured, his voice barely audible above the gentle hum of the party in the distance.

Emboldened by his response, you allowed your hands to wander further, exploring the taut muscles beneath his clothing. The contours of his body sent shivers down your spine, and you found yourself both fascinated and excited by what you discovered. The dangerous undertone to your actions only served to heighten the thrill, making your pulse race wildly in your chest. Whoever this stranger was, he was well-built, making your core pulse hot and wet. You knew you should stop before things got too far, but why stop now when feeling him up was bringing you such pleasure? You deserved a little bit of fun every now and then, didn’t you? And this man was fun. At the very least, he was exactly the type of man you had dreamed of. And he wanted to be touched by you. How often have you had a chance like this?

Hook's breathing grew heavier as your fingertips grazed over his chest, the feeling of desire clearly mutual. His striking blue eyes darkened with lust, locked onto yours as if daring you to push the boundaries even further.

"Interesting," he commented, his voice husky and thick with unspoken need. "But how does your story end?"

"Perhaps it doesn't have to end just yet," you suggested, your voice trembling with anticipation. You were playing with fire, but you couldn’t resist. A tad longer, you thought, just a bit more. Enjoy it as long as it lasts…

You felt your fingers trail down the curve of his shoulder, every inch of him a testament to power and danger. The tension in the air thickened as you brushed against the fabric encasing his arm, your mind racing with the excitement of the unknown. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you couldn't help but wonder if he could feel it too.

"Careful," Hook warned, his voice low and almost playful. "There's more to me than meets the eye."

"Isn't that true for everyone?" you replied, curiosity guiding your hand further down his arm. When your fingertips grazed over something cold and metallic, you hesitated, your pulse quickening.

"Ah, you've found my little secret," he murmured, his eyes darkening as they held your gaze. "Would you like a closer look?"

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from the gleam of metal. As he slowly raised his arm, you realized with a start that what you had felt was not a mere ornament or accessory. It was his hook, glistening silver and wickedly sharp.

It was real.

And its presence sent shivers down your spine. Because this was more than just a fancy dress item. This was more than a costume. The hook was attached with expensive-looking leather straps. Too glorious to have been crafted for a Halloween feast. Perhaps he had played the part somewhere else, you wondered. But an eerie feeling settled in the pit of your stomach that there was only one explanation for why this hook looked so real and so sharp.

This man truly had no hand.

And this hook was truly a replacement for it, sturdy and made to last all the wear and tear of ordinary day life.

"Your... your hook..." you stammered, your wide eyes shifting between the deadly weapon and his piercing blue gaze. "It's real."

Hook grinned, a sinister edge to his smile that made your heart race even faster. "Of course, darling," he purred, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I am Captain Hook, after all."

In that instant, the line between fantasy and reality blurred. You were struck by the powerful realization that this man, this pirate, might be more than a man in a costume. He was alive, dangerous, and undeniably captivating.

“You seem surprised,” he murmured, “You weren’t a moment ago. What changed?”

Unable to find words, you stared at him, lips parting and closing like a fish.

"Does it frighten you?" Hook asked, his voice laced with a dark and seductive undertone that made it impossible to look away while he twisted and turned the hook in front of your face. You had no other choice but to watch the cold metal up close, see the sharp tip glisten in the light of the lamps.

You hesitated, but then your eyes met his hypnotic blue ones. A strange sense of resolve washed over you.

"Maybe," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "But I think... I think I like it."

Hook's grin widened, and for a brief moment, you could have sworn you saw a flash of genuine admiration in his eyes. "Well then," he said softly, as if sealing an unspoken pact between you. "Close your eyes," he instructed, his breath warm against your ear. Obediently, you allowed your eyelids to flutter shut, surrendering yourself to him completely.

And then, suddenly, you felt his lips on yours, soft and insistent, claiming you as his own. The kiss was like nothing you'd ever experienced before, a dizzying blend of passion and tenderness that left you breathless and aching for more. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, losing yourself in the intoxicating taste of him.

As the two of you kissed, warmth spread through you, making your skin tingle. This man was a good kisser, you thought. Too good to be true. Your knees turned to jelly and you were grateful to be wearing such sturdy boots or you might have melted into a puddle.

When at last you broke apart, your chest heaving with the effort of catching your breath, you opened your eyes to find Hook smirking down at you, a wicked gleam in his eye.

"I think I know the ending to your tale,” he whispered, his fingers tracing a delicate pattern along your jawline. "And they lived happily ever after,” a soft whisper that sent goosebumps down your skin.

Then he started to laugh, his grip on you tightening as he pulled you in close. Then he cut off his own laughter by pressing his lips against yours once more in a demanding and sensual kiss that made you see stars.

“I suppose you are mine now,” the captain mumbled once the kiss was broken. “After all, you are on my ship. And you know what they say, finders keepers.”

You wanted to laugh, wanted to say how silly that idea was, even though you felt flattered that he wanted to keep you. But then the wooden door through which you had come opened and a new man appeared. A sailor. Mr. Smee. He looked shocked, probably just as shocked as you. Because behind the sailor you didn’t see the ballroom you had left only minutes ago. Instead, you saw and heard the sloshing sea. Rambunctious pirates walked the deck. Seagulls flew overhead. And the very real and very cool metal hook was now near your throat, lovingly bringing you in for another kiss, when you realized, this was no mere man dressed in a costume to attend a party.

This Captain Hook was real.

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[daisies-daydreams]

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! ❤️

[fanfictionqueen2246]

Captain PT1

Here is a Captain Hook smut as requested! Enjoy!

She turned onto her back and slowly opened her eyes. The sun is shining in through the ragged window curtain. She blinks her eyes to get them adjusted to the bright light. She reaches out toward the other side of the bed to find him already gone. She turns her head toward the side of the bed where he was with her last night. She couldn’t help but smile at the memories that flooded her mind. It’s been a whole week since she first laid eyes on him. She was a tourist the famous islands when she first saw his ship. She smiled to the crew members as she walked by. She couldn’t help but gaze in wonder at the ship before her. “Jolly Roger is her name.” She turned toward the deep raspy voice that seemed to appear all of a sudden. She looked up and her words got caught in her throat. No way. No way was THE Captain Hook right in front of her and now way he was TALKING to her. Her eyes trailed his long black locks and his strong jaw. His lips were lifted up into a wide smile. She then remembered that she has not yet said anything and blushed at the realization. “It’s a beautiful ship, Captain.” Was all she could think to say. He locked gazes with hers and continued to smile. Her heart felt as though it was going to burst right out of her chest. He turned toward her so that his full body was facing her. “I have laid my eyes upon a much rarer beauty.” He said, not lifting his gaze from hers. She blushed deeply and broke the gaze out of embarrassment. “Oh, I don’t know.” She said almost under her breath. He lifted her head with a finger, forcing her to look at him again. “Oh trust me. I do. I am about to sail out. Come with me. Tonight. Tomorrow I will be far from this place.” He almost whispered to her. The breath was taken from her lungs as she tried to process what was happening. Was this real? Was she in a dream? She had to be in a dream…. That was almost more than a week ago when they first met. At times she still can’t believe that she was with THE Captain Hook. She slowly stood and stretched her elegant body. She looked around the captain’s quarters and at the many treasures that decorate it. She walked the room gently grazing her finger along the many rubies and gold pieces found on top of dressers and counter tops. She stopped at what looked like a glass bird cage. She softly and slowly ran her fingers along the intricate detail of roses and thorns that covered the bars. Just then she heard his voice. “Held Tinker Bell herself when she was my special guest.” she spun around and placed her hands at her sides. “Captain!” She said almost stuttering. It was at this moment that she remembered that she was completely naked still. “Please my sea flower, I have told you to call me James.” He said as he walked over to her.  She blushed as he trailed his fingertips along her spine. “James.” She whispered as he pressed his lips to the nape of her neck. She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck. He took this as an invitation to gently nibble and suck at the skin of her neck. She bit her lip and tilted her head to the side allowing him to have more access. “I’m sorry I had to leave you this morning. My crew is a pain in my ass but they are loyal beyond comparison.” He said gently to her. “I understand James. You have a ship to run.” She replied with sincerity and honesty. He lifted his head in order to lock gazes with her. He cupped her face with his hand and his hook. It was a contrast in feeling. One side of her face was warm and soft. The other was cold and hard. Still, no matter how, his touch radiated wanting through her body. “You have been so understanding since you have been with me."

[queen-ofthe-nerds10]

Modern Captain Hook x female reader- He’ll always find me

Description: Being the gang leader’s girlfriend can be hard especially when people want to use you to get to him

(Y/n)= your name

Based on a request by @disney-girl67

AN: No explicit smut but it is implied

Warnings: Kidnapping, gangs, gang related crimes, death, murder, guns, blood and gore, implied smut, slight explicit description

A day off from work was rare now that it was so busy but when you were given the chance for a day at the beach with your friends you jumped at it. Your boyfriend had been apprehensive at first but you were able to convince him with wide puppy dog eyes and a promise to wear something lacy and red that night. Your boyfriend was always worried about letting you go anywhere because he was worried about his enemies trying to use you to get to him. Your boyfriend was James Hook the leader of the Pirates, a notorious gang who lived by their own rules. Being his girlfriend could be hard, you had to be extra careful who you trusted and you always kept a knife on you just in case but you loved him and you knew that he would do anything to keep you safe.

Despite him always wanting to keep you safe he couldn’t be around you all the time which is what led to your currant situation. You and your friends had been relaxing on the beach when one of them had seen that a group of boys were paying close attention to you. Thinking nothing of it you continued on with your day but then the boys became to hard to ignore when they’re group became bigger and they began to get closer to you. One of your friends had been the one to realise that they were members of Hook’s rival gang, The Lost Boys. So you decided that your day at the beach was over, grabbing your stuff and making sure your phone was in your hand you began to make your way to the car.

As you walked you began to find your boyfriends contact details on your phone trying to ring him before anything bad happened but it seemed like luck was not on your side. The group had made it to the car but you had to quickly begin driving as the gang members were close behind you. With your phone ringing you sped away hoping to loose them before they were able to follow in a car but that was not the case. Their car quickly caught up to you as you handed your phone to your friend sat next to you who began to speak to James when he answered, “… their following us!” She shouted as the car shook when the back was hit by their front, “I don’t know how we’re gonna get away!” Your friend put the call on loud speaker and the voice of your boyfriend filled the air.

“(Y/n?)” James questioned making sure you could hear him, once you had replied with a sharp yes he continued to speak, “where are you? I’m in the car now and I’m going to head your way. All you have to do is continue driving” His voice was calm but you could hear the anger behind it. You took a deep breath, “we’re turning onto George street now but they keep hitting the car,” your voice was shaky which showed the fear you had running through your veins. James reassured that he wouldn’t be long but the sounds of his voice was cut off when the car you were driving was hit from the back again, your friends screamed as the force pushed you off the road and into a tree. The horn was blaring and the airbags had exploded and the ringing in your ears covered up the shouting James was doing down the phone. The Lost Boys members had ran to the car and pulled you kicking and screaming from your seat leaving your friends crying, shouting and scared.

(Two hours later)

You had been taken to their hide out and tied to a chair, they hadn’t spoken to you at all but you knew at some point someone was gonna come into the small room to speak. You had no idea what they wanted, whether it was information or just to generally scare James. James didn’t tell you much about his business and the things he did tell you were nothing special because he didn’t want you getting targeted.

Your thoughts were interrupted when the door flung open and a tall man walked in, you had no idea who he was and you didn’t particularly care. All you wanted was James but you knew he was coming to get you. “Now,” the man started, “I’m not expecting you to know who I am and I don’t care, what I do care about is James Hook and where he put the money he stole from me.” You stared back at him silently, trying to hide the fear you felt running through your veins in the silence. “Look, all you need to do is tell me where the money is and I’ll let you go.” The Man spoke leaning down slightly to get eye level with you.

You scoffed loudly, “I don’t know what your talking about and even if I did I wouldn’t tell you” you spoke firmly “and you wouldn’t let me go!” The man smirked at you with evil eyes “no I wouldn’t” he agreed “because your fare too valuable to let go…” his voice trailed off as his hand ran over your cheek, “I can see why Hook keeps you around, you are a pretty one…”

The man stopped speaking when he heard shouting coming from outside the room, you signed in relief hearing the familiar voice of some of the men who worked with James. The man stared at you as you smirked in return, “you’re dead!” You stated, spitting the words out with venom.

Soon after the shouting started the bang of the door flying open filled the room and your boyfriend marched in with a furious look on his face. “You think you can take my girl and get away with it!” He stating making a shiver run down your spine. It always turned you on when he sounded so rough but you knew that now wasn’t the time. The man who had been talking to you stumbled back slightly wanted to get away from the murderous look that was aimed at him, blood dripped from James’ hand and covered his suit. The gun he held was aimed so the man’s head was perfectly in shot and when he glanced at you with caring eyes you looking away knowing that you wouldn’t want to see what was about to happen.

A loud bang filled the air and then the quieter bang of a body hitting the ground followed it. “Are you alright?” James asked walking to you, quickly undoing the rope and pulling you to his chest. You mumbled that you were fine into his chest as you hugged him finally feeling safe in his arms. James pulled away slightly but didn’t let you look around the room, he guided you to the door with a hand on your back, “let’s get you home.”

(3 hours later)

James had ran you a bath and cleaned the both of you up, he had made sure you had eaten and were now snuggled together in bed with only the light from the tv shining on you. “I’m sorry” James spoke tightening his grip on your waist, “I’m sorry I let that happen to you.” You looking up from your place on his chest and looking into his eyes which had nothing but sorrow in them. You leaned up and kissed him gently, “it wasn’t your fault,” you said as he began to gently stroke your hair, “you couldn’t control what happened and I’m fine.” James shook his head again tightening his grip on you, “but something worse could have happened…” you cut him off with a statement, “but it didn’t,” you kissed him gently again “I’m right here.”

You were the only one who would ever see this side of him, the more vulnerable side who showed his emotions fully and without judgement. James nodded still not believing your words because all he could think about was the fact that you could have died. James kissed you softly but it turned more passionate as the tv was forgotten and the event mostly forgotten. All you wanted in that moment was each other, to feel safe in each others arms, to feel each others skin, to feel each others love. And for the rest of the night you did not sleep but you showed each other how much you loved each other and you showed James how thankful you were that he had saved you.

[ao3feed-sambucky]

let's get it on

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/AXsYkeu by heart_nouveau “God,” Barnes groans as Sam hooks both arms underneath muscular thighs to yank him even closer. Sure, he’s a man of few words. But Sam can do more than enough talking for the both of them. Words: 1367, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Captain America - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel) Relationships: James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson Additional Tags: Porn with Feelings, Fluff and Smut, Developing Relationship, Marvin Gaye said it best, POV Sam Wilson (Marvel) read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/AXsYkeu