#Captain Hook 2003 x reader

[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

[slashingdisneypasta]

Captain Hook x AFAB!Fairy!Reader || Smexcerpt

Plot: You thought convincing a witch to make you big as a human would soften your edges. Make you feel a little less.

But thats not the case. You still get so mad you cant see straight, you still get so sad you cant stop crying, and you still get so horny nothing else matters.

Warnings: Dub con themes. Fucking of convenience 😅 XD Context?? Nay... Also unedited.

It wasn't your fault that the only person with you when you started feeling this way was Captain Hook! If you had been close to mermaid lagoon, you would've happily engaged with a mermaid and not the cruel, wicked pirate you were most certainly not supposed to fraternise with. All the fairies were loyal to Peter, you all loved Peter dearly, and therefor all the fairies hated mean old Hook.

But when you got this way trying to sneak away from the pirates before they saw you, accidentally rubbing against a tree you were attempting to slip past, and let out that desperate, too-loud moan... and he heard you... and sent his men away so he could help the odd, human-sized fairy... you didn't have a choice! You had to use the cruel pirate Captain's convenient dick.

He only had to flash a beautiful wicked smirk at you, those burning eyes that looked like blood whenever he killed simmering right through you, before your shed your thin dress and bowled him over and onto the forest floor with your eagerness to release his cock from his belt and his pants and sit on it. You fumble with the belt, unfamiliar with the article, and you accidentally leave scratch marks with your sharp nails over his thighs as you pull down his trousers, but when you finally settle down onto his cock, taking him deeply inside your throbbing, drooling pussy you feel immediate relief. If only a little bit; not nearly enough to stop.

The Captain sighs, too, experiencing probably his first warm cunt since he was stranded at Neverland. A feeling you're sure the rotten old bastard coveted desperately all these years, seeing as how eager he was to be left alone with an insatiably horny fairy. You could see it when you closed your eyes and began to ride him; Him alone in his ships study pumping his cold and lonely cock with his eyes closed imagining if only there was a pretty girl in all of Neverland to sink into. The thought would bring you unfiltered joy, Captain Hook pathetic and needy, if you weren't already busy with pure, filthy lust.

The pretty sounds of ringing slip past your lips, the only language you know, as you fuck yourself on his thick cock. The sound like if someone took a bell and shook it like crazy filling up the clearing, along with the Captain's heavy breathing under you. He raises his torso and uses his good hand to hold himself up with his fingernails embedded in the earth under him while the arm with that dreadful hook wraps around your waist; holding you close and calling you magnificent in a breathless whisper.

He cum's a few times while you fuck him, getting hard again every time when you don't stop and don't let him up, instead keeping him in your vice-grip, drawing him dry. Its your one solace. He wanted to take advantage of your predicament; well he definitely got that.

When you finally cum your wings flutter extatically behind you, sending a cold gust of wind into the forest and blowing leaves up off the ground. You leave your shimmery grease all over the Captain's dick, thighs, and pelvis. With a flap of your wings you raise off of him, turn on him like he means nothing, and slip your dress back on over your body.

You're about to leave him in that clearing, sure that he hasn't moved, when you feel an arm wrap tightly around your waist and a body press tight to your back. A gasp rips from your throat, and you freeze- still.

You can feel warm breath on your neck when he mutters quietly to you; My dear, I don't know how you got to be this size. Cruel, fickle little creature... but don't think you're getting away.

We could be quite useful, to each other.

[gaypirate420]

Smooch // James Hook.

Captain James Hook x gn!reader.

Summary: give the old man some kisses after work.

Fluff.

"Idiots, all of them!" Hook entered his cabin, slamming the door behind him, gentle steps following his inside.

"I must say I'm also a little disappointed in the crew today, capt'n." The ever gentle Mister Smee spoke with a soft tone as the captain groaned in frustration.

"A little!? After all the trouble they made! After all the work I had to do because they're too lazy!— too stupid!—" The taller man snaps. The older one just nods with head and takes his Captain's coat off for him.

"What have I told you, James? No screaming past midnight." Your voice called from the bathroom with a patient yet firm tone. The captain turned his head around, his eyebrows still furrowed.

You smiled at him as you walked out of the bathroom, smelling fresh and looking like a brand new doll in your night clothes.

Those forget-me-not eyes went up and down, admiring your beauty. A deep yet still annoyed sigh leaves the Captain.

"I apologize, my darling." James spoke with a hint of sternness, you nodded, accepting his apology, you kissed his cheek before walking past him.

"You can go to sleep now, Smee. I'll deal with James." You whispered to the older man. He chuckled and made a quiet leave.

"What happened now, dearest?" You asked calmly as you prepared a cup of tea for him, the Captain sighed once more.

"What didn't happen now, love?" The pirate mumbled. You eyed him as you heard the 'pop' of an alcohol bottle. Hook rolled his eyes but closed the bottle back. How he hates himself for being so weak to your gaze.

"As much as I love our nightly chatter— the events of today were far too much for me to want to relieve it again. I am tired, beloved." James spoke a little more calm now. You nodded slowly in understanding, leaving the warm cup of tea on his desk.

You smiled softly as his lips placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, his mustache tickling you and making you giggle softly.

"I would go insane without you here, my love. I truly mean it." He whispers to you before sitting down. As the routine goes you take a seat on his lap, he meets your gaze.

"Oh, my darling. I don't think It would be pleasant to be near me, I must stink of sweat." The pirate mumbled as his hooked arm wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer.

"After all these years a little sweat doesn't bother me, James." You speak softly, the Captain's lips curled into a faint smile. His fingers curled against the handle of the mug. He takes a couple of sips of the tea, a soft relived sigh leaves him.

His fingers, used to fidgeting with his cigar can't stay still for long after he places the cup down, he finds himself playing with one of the ribbons of your clothing.

You looked at him, his tired eyes looking down as his fingers played, he looked almost domestic. You couldn't help yourself, you never can. Your soft lips meet his stubbled cheek.

The captain hummed softly and looked at you.

"Hm? What was that for, love?" James asks with a soft whisper. You leaned again and kissed his lips gently, a sleepy smile creeping on his lips before you placed another smooch on them.

"Just because. Can't I kiss my husband?" You asked with a tender whisper against his lips. He chuckled softly. Your hands cup his face and the pirate leaned on your touch.

"You can, always." He mumbled back. Soft kisses were placed along his cheek, then his forehead, he could feel his cheeks warming up more and more as each kiss was pressed.

"So much pampering." The pirate whispered with a slightly slurry voice as the exhaustion was getting to him.

"Dotting on you is my favorite activity." You whispered back with a smile.

"It's mine too, my sweet." He mumbled sleepy as your lips kept traveling along his face.

Hook closed his eyes, melting against your kisses that didn't seem to stop any time soon.

A/N: HEYYYYYY, I missed my baby girl so much I had to write something for him. Hope you like it! I'm opening requests for Hook! (Gn and male reader only!) I'm trying to write more but besides being a little blocked I'm really focused on my studies so thank you for waiting! (Divider here)

[anteroom-of-death]

I need to find more people who wanna fuck the 2003 Captain Hook and not the Once Upon a Time one, or I will start eating fiberglass.

[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.

[notyourhetloki]

Can you write something with breeding kink for captain hook? >< with a ftm reader 👉👈

Imagine Captain Hook with a breeding kink (NSFW)

Pronouns: he/him

/NSFW Captain James Hook x Reader/

A/N: I LITERALLY GASPED OUT LOUD WITH THIS REQUEST omg thank yooou I hope you like it, Anon!

Warnings: ftm reader, reader has a vagina, reader's sex is referenced as "pussy" a couple of times, piv sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink.

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Hook never thought about having children before, that is… until you showed up.

You see, he wasn’t particularly fond of kids, so he was careful during sex as to always finish outside.

But everything changed once when on an intimate night, you moaned for him: “Please, James… I want you to come inside me this time.”

Something in him woke up then, something vicious and primal, he didn’t quite feel like the gentleman he was known for.

“Oh? You want my seed inside you?” You were making love, but in an instant something shifted and then he fastened his pace.

“You’d like me to breed you, is that right, boy? Would you like to bare my children, my dear?” He tightened his grip on your thigh, spreading your legs more so he could pound into your pussy. He felt absolutely out of his mind, but oh he loved the feeling.

You moaned louder, the ache in your core grew as you felt your orgasm approaching, his words going straight to your sex. You were blushing, loving the way this new James Hook fucked you like an animal.

“Come for me, loverboy. I want to feel you coming around me��” his voice coarse and breathy, hair all messy and eyes dark with pleasure. He picked his pace even more and suddenly you came, rocking your hips as you cried his name out loud.

“Oh, my love… You feel so good.” His head rolled back, eyes closed in ecstasy. His hand gripped you with force, leaving marks as he moaned. “Take my come like a good boy, now…” And just like that, James came inside your pussy with a loud groan, hovering on top of you.

You laid there on the bed, breathing heavily as you regained composure. It felt incredible, you could feel him pulling off you as he came to his senses. “Oh my… A-are you okay, my hearty?” his gentleness coming back to him.

“Oh, James…” You couldn't help but smile, caressing his face and planting a soft kiss on his lips. “Trust me, I'm more than okay.”

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[fanfic-she-wrote]

Imagine Captain Hook knocking on your window ready to take you to Neverland

[captainwolf]

Stargazing

Part 2 of second star to the right

Hook x g/n reader Summary: you and hook have a heart-to-heart moment and he confesses a secret. Warnings: none. Just a bunch of angst

The ships wooden deck boards creaked so loud in the deafening silence of the night. Agonizingly, you both sat in silence looking up at the many stars. A million thoughts raced through your mind as you wondered what he was thinking. You weren’t sure how long the awkward silence would continue between the two of you, but it seemed like eternity.

“Haven’t you ever wanted to leave?” You spoke up, looking over to the captain.

He tore his gaze away from the sky to look at you. His sapphire eyes shining in the moonlight. You never noticed until now just how intriguing he was. He wasn’t the mean and cruel scurvy pirate captain you had heard about. Soft spoken and gentle, like a different person. He was more docile.

“What? Me?” Hook furrowed a brow in confusion at the question, pondering.

It was something he had never really thought about. Mr. Smee had mentioned it many times previously but he just dismissed the topic. He was far too busy plotting his move to get Pan. Now that Peter Pan was no longer his obsession, his thought shifted on the topic yet he was still uncertain.

“Neverland, I mean. Go adventuring someplace new.” You explained, turning your body to face him. Your left boot accidentally bumping into his. He just smirked as you apologized.

“Aye, you’ll be needin’ new ones.” Hook pointed to the scuff marks covering your boots.

“Don’t change the subject, Hook.” You snapped, pointing a finger at him. “Look, if you stayed here you’d remain miserable and alone. Don’t you want to be free? Free from Peter and his bandits teasing you. Free to do whatever you wanted. Don’t you want to sail the seas and be the great captain you are?”

The pirate was taken aback by your sudden courage to speak to him in such manner. No one ever talked back to the captain of the jolly roger. No one except Peter Pan and his lost boys. Thinking back on all the horrid things his enemy had done to him, his eyes became disheartened.

“..aye, I’ve chased that brat of a boy all over this retched island. Longing to get me revenge after he…took me hand.”

Hook’s voice cracked on the last word as he raised to show the replacement of his hand. With a heavy sigh, his gaze turned to the stars above as he pointed his hook to the sky.

“You see that star, there, the second one to the right? Thats where I would sail to.”

He leaned back closer to you and rested his hand on the deck beside him to steady himself from falling over, resting the metal hook on his lap. Your eyes followed to the sky where he was pointing with his hook. It was the same very star you were looking upon moments ago.

“Back to my land?”

“Aye,” Hook nodded, lowering the metal claw for a hand. “It seems just so.. tranquil there.”

“I lost someone there…back home. someone very close to me.” Your voice trailed off and your gaze dropped to your feet; sadness again overcoming you like a dark veil as your heart sank reminiscing.

“Thats why I was so very eager to leave when-” you began to explain, but got cut off.

“-I showed up.” Hook finished, recalling the night he had showed up at your open window sill. He glanced down at you then looked back to the bright star in the sky where your home was.

You slowly slide your right over and place it on his. The touch startled Hook as he jerked his head in your direction then looked down. To your surprise he didn’t move his hand out from under yours. Instead he just stared for a moment with a mix of confusion and panic on his face.

It was strange for him as he had forgotten what it felt like after losing his other to the crocodile.

“You gave me a way out. To a new place. One free from pain and memories of a lost loved one.”

The pirate blushed as he turned his hand over and grabbed yours. Blue eyes staring deep into your soul. Your heart was beating so fast that you feared you would faint at this point. Hook took your hand in his. Slowly, he raised it up and pressed a gentle kiss to your hand.

“I’d follow you anywhere, me hearty.”

[strangercarla]

Would anyone be interested in Captain Hook x reader imagines?

[thegoddessofnothingness]

Im watching my childhood favorite movie again. (Peter pan 2003). I used to have a crush on Peter Pan, but hook is so FINE in this movie. Oml, the thing i'd let this man do to me...

[hooksgf777]

Please give me some ideas for some x reader stories for Captain Hook 😭👍

[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?

[slashingdisneypasta]

One of my absolute favourite MultiVillains that I've written!! ^^ The characters are all so perfectly in character (As far as how I see them XD 😅), including speech patterns. I really really hope when readers read this one, they feel satisfied because their F/O's are just right ^^

MultiVillains x Reader || Drabbles

Plot: You try to sacrifice yourself to save the people you love but something goes wrong, and you're caught- and saved- and your saviour is absolutely p i s s e d that you would try something like that and thought he would let you.

Includes: Barbara Kean, Candy Pop, Captain Hook (2003), Cheavy / Classic Heavy, Human!Chucky / Charles Lee Ray, Dark Link, Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers, Peter Hale, Scarecrow / Jonathan Crane.

Warnings: SERIOUS POSESSIVENESS. Like, possibly yandere? I mean, they're already villains so I dunno if its really yandere but... just so you get the idea. Violence and threats, too. Mommy kink in Barbara's sorta (A tiny bit) and Daddy kink in Freddy's, obviously. Michael carves his name into your skin. Clearly some very unhealthy relationships. Also unedited writing cuz the hour is late and I'm too tired.

Barbara Kean:

"I'm here." You say, quietly, leaving the shadows and coming out into the light. Oswald looks pleased to see you, and smug; He never doubted even for a second that you wouldn't come after he sent you that note.

Your friend's cut off, bloody ear is what he thinks, possibly, did the trick.

"Ahh, its good to see you're a good decision maker, Y/N. That'll come in handy working for me- I knew you were a good pick." As he talks, you just stare at the ground. You know this is right decision, to save your friends, and your family, and Barbara.

But that doesn't make it any less terrifying. The Penguin is insane. Yes, he's a little more predictable then, say, The Riddler and that freaky Jerome Valeska from a year ago, but that sure as hell doesn't make him any less violent. You've seen it.

"Now come over here." He suddenly demands, and you're quick to obey- albeit, sloppily due to nerves.

Before you get too far across the floor, though, a new voice rings throughout the building. Shrill, and furious, and present.

"I don't think so!~"

It sends shivers down your spine, as a familiarly fuchsia gloved hand wraps around your upper arm and grips you tight, and realisation of what deep shit you're in now, dawns.

You glance to the side and up, and find Barbara's face quickly- she's not looking at you, but you know damn well that the unhappy look on her pretty face isn't, for Oswald. Your heartbeat starts to rush against your chest, as you look at her, waiting for her to snap. To look at you. The longer you wait, the more seconds that pass as she ignores you, scares you even more.

"Ozzy... " She tilts her head to the side, flashing a fake smile as she adjusts her fingers around your arm. "How dare you try to steal away my little cutie pie, here. They're mine." She rights her head, every bit as perky as a weather girl- one with a loaded handgun, that is.. "Or did you not get the memo?"

Oswald rolls his eyes and sighs. "Y/N came of their own free will, Barbara. I don't know what you want me to say."

For a few moments, Barbara doesn't say anything. This mess clearly, means more to her then to him as her baby blues stew like a raging sea, now. An angry, thunderous, violent, raging sea. "... You're right." She spits out, almost animalistic, through grit teeth. "Nothing. I don't want anything, from you. I got everything I wanted. Get the hell out of here before I change my mind."

As you watch Oswald slowly shrug, figuring this isn't worth the bullets really, and leave along with your chances to save your friend- you consider wriggling from Barbara grip and chasing after him-

But she's always read your mind like an open tab. You feel her breath on your ear before you even know she's noticed your thoughts, and cease up. "Not. You. Baby doll... " Her grip on your arm now tightens to the point that it genuinely hurts, and you squeeze your eyes shut. "You're staying right here, with mommy. And explaining yourself. Got it?!"

Candy Pop:

After Candy Pop throws you back in your room, letting go of your wrist that will surely bruise, now, is when he finally lets out his frustrations. Finally fucking speaks, for the first time since he saved your stupid ass from making, in his opinion, the most imbecilic idea of your dumb little life.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" You just glare back, massaging you wrist with a thumb. "No- no really. Run me through your stupid, little, human thought process here. You give yourself up to the devil- cuz that's what Zalgo is, in case you didn't quite realise... and then what? All is fine? I let you go do something like that peacefully? What!? Seriously, tell me! Because I'm mystified. Let me, the thousand year old being, in on your tiny little human plan, that was apparently so much better, then anything I could've cooked up if you'd come to me. Hm? What was it?!"

"I was thinking, I wanted you- and Cane, and my family, and everyone, safe!" You snap, glowering just as hard back at him. "And Zalgo said, to do that, I needed to give myself up!- "

"Fucking hell." He snaps, running two hands through his hair frustrated beyond belief clearly. "How could you- How- I cant even comprehend- the thought process that lead you- " He takes a deep breath. "You really thought it was that cut and dry? That damn simple?"

"Ultimatums, usually are!" You cry, not understanding what the hell he wasn't understanding. Why he couldn't let you make your own fucking decisions.

For a few good moments, he just stares at you. A thing akin to hatred, burning his eyes. Now, you know he doesn't hate you, and all this is coming somehow from a place of care, but- it truly is a scary thing, to stare back into.

Then he turns around and laves your room, slamming the door closed. "Stay there!" He calls back as he leaves the house. "I'm going to fix the tragic mess that you created! If you move even a fucking inch, out of that room, I will know! And I will come back to drag you kicking and screaming, right fucking back!"

Captain Hook (2003):

As soon as you wake up, you groan straight from the heart and push yourself up into a sitting position, leaning your back against the familiar headboard.

Here you are. Right back where you started.

You failed. And due to the terrible headache plaguing the forefront of your brain right now, you assume you failed badly.

"Oh- you're awake!" And you also figure that you're about find out the specifics of your failure, too, as you take your hand slowly from the back of your head where you were searching for a bump- and to the desk where Hook sits, a cold look on his smiling face.

Immediately you feel fear shoot through you. Oh no.

"Look, Hook, lets just forget it. You would've done the same for me- "

"I assure you, Y/N." Hook's eyes go dark, and the polite smile disappears. A sneer replaces it, the hair on his top lip raising. "I wouldnt've."

Worrying your bottom lip, you wonder what you can say to make this go away. Calm him down. You knew this would piss him off... you just, didn't think you would be alive to see it.

Now you are and you definitely, almost, regret your decision to go off on your own. "I get it... you think what I did was stupid- "

"Immeasurably."

"But I had to."

He sits you with a scary look, turning his head and raising his brows at you- the expression almost reading surprised. He's shocked, that you would think that you had to do something like that. Or that you would dare, say that to him.

Then he slams his hook suddenly right into the wood of his desk, making loud, startling BANG sound that causes you to jump along with all the objects sitting on the desk- and look away from him. "Like HELL you had to!"

Cheavy / Classic Heavy:

Cheavy wrangles you too easily, using his ridiculous, terrifying strength to to twist your body by the wrists- around and back across the field to Blue HQ. On the walk, he says nothing; But you can hear his teeth grinding.

As soon as you get back to your shared bedroom, you try to wrench out his grip but he doesn't let go and causes you to cry out in pain with your yourself too hard. Then he leans down, tightens his grip for a moment so you know he's not fooling around, and you smell his foul breath as he speaks at you: "Now, doll, listen close. If you try some bullshit like that again, I'll break your fucking legs. That'd keep you outta trouble, wouldn't it?"

Groaning and rolling your eyes, you yank yourself away again and this time he lets you go immediately- causing you to fly into the floor. "Argh... asshole." You mumble, pushing yourself up and aching all over, irritation flickering madly deep in your chest.

"Yeah, maybe... " His gruff voice is lower, then usual. Slower. This isn't his usual anger- not loud, and nothing's being smashed, no. This is controlled, as he fights not to scare you with how much fury he's really feeling at what you did. "But at least I'm not acting like a damn twit."

"I was saving your life, dick!"

"I don't want you saving my life, kid. You should really talk to a guy before tryin' something that." Turning your back to him, you go to your dresser and just start absentmindedly fiddling with things- too furious with him to even look at him. "What? Not in a talking mood? Good. I think you've done enough today, huh? Stay in fucking here. I wasn't joking about breaking your legs, sweetheart."

Then the door behind you slams shut so hard your body jumps in surprise, and you wince.

Human!Chucky / Charles Lee Ray:

You could not be more mad right now as you watch Chucky unlock your apartment door, clearly mad himself, and fight yourself not to jerk out of the iron grip he still has on your arm and bolt as fast as you can, as far as you can, away from him. But to do that would be cowardice, so you settle for glaring a hole into the back of his head, planning the fowl things you're going to say to him once he lets you inside and closes the door.

Before the door even clicks closed behind you though, Chucky whips around first and slams you into it, using your body to ram it shut- and god, the expression on his face. Hell would freeze over.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Y/N? You're fuckin' lucky I figured out where you were gonna be and came to save your ass- otherwise you would be so dead right now." Those blue eyes absolutely burn into yours.

But yours burn right back, as you struggle to get his hands off you. You stop, when he just fetches his gun out of his pocket and shoves it into your stomach, causing your to freeze- but your eyes are still like stone, staring fearlessly back at him. "It is none of your business what I do with my life Chucky. And I was saving you people- "

"Oh don't give me that bullshit. You're lucky I'm such a good, fuckin, guy, or I'd really fuck you up about now for the fuckery you just tried. You should thank me for saving your life- " He leans in close, noses nearly touching. "Its not really my thing."

"Thank you!?"

"Honey you better start givin' the option a good think, cuz my trigger finger itches." This time you say nothing, seeing the look in Chucky's eyes change. Still angry, still totally boiling with rage - to an extent he has never felt, before, - but more desperate. He presses his forehead into yours just as firmly as the gun in your gut. "I don't think you quite get how bad I got it for you, Y/N."

Dark Link:

"So??" Zalgo prompts, getting tired already of this game you and Dark are playing. Where the boy tells you that you don't have to this, when you definitely do, and you say oh but I'm doing this for you Dark, which makes the demon feel sick honestly, and so on and so forth with no foreseeable, logical end- The first couple turns were entertaining, but now he's just wholly grossed out by the squishy lovey stuff.

You take a deep breath, and prepare to shake Dark's relatively gentle grip on your shoulder off of you to move forward towards Zalgo- but Dark's tone suddenly shifts. He heaves a great sigh, and you turn to watch his head fall forward, surrendering.

Not you, though. As his hand curls more tightly around your arm. "Y/N... damn, I tried to do this the cute way. But I guess that isn't gonna work, is it?"

"What?" You ask, blinking up at him with eyes as the silver haired Link-Look-Alike raises his head again- looking far less desperate, this time. More determined. Cold. And hard.

Resolute (You aren't going anywhere.)

"You think I'm going to let you go anywhere with this jackass? Come on." He rolls his eyes. "Give me some credit here. I kinda love you."

"I dont have much of a choice, Dark- " You try to separate from him and his grip tightens even more- hurting, now. A gasp is torn from you, followed by a pained whimper. "Dark!- "

"You try to get out of this grip again sweet cheeks, and you'll lose this arm."

Freddy Krueger:

You close your eyes, and wait for the pain. You expect a blinding pain, as a bullet tears through your body, you expect to double over, or maybe to just fall... but none of that happens. You feel nothing.

But you do hear a squish, and a thump. And when you open your eyes, you see the Springwood parent on the ground, gun skittering across the floor a few feet and Freddy standing behind the, now, corpse.

His blue eyes look poisoning when he looks up at you, and you immediately feel fear shoot through you like lightning. That's a horrible, scowl- and you thought his leer was bad to be at the receiving end of. This, is much worse. He looks like he wants to tear you apart.

"Now sweetheart... what do we say to Daddy when he goes out of his way to come out of the dream world, weakening himself, to save your little, disobedient bitch-ass." He talks slow, annunciating every syllable, carefully. When you're too afraid, you're actually shaking, to say anything for a few moments, his shoulders drop and he sighs. "I think that'd be thank you." He raises his brows. "Don't you?"

"I... I was handling it." You force out, crossing your arms over your chest- heart beating against it so hard hard that you're afraid it'll break free and fly across the room. "I- I was saving everyone."

At this, Freddy's eyes narrow dangerously, and he walks over, pushing himself into your personal space as you turn your head away, avoiding behind nose to nose with him. Afraid if you look back at him, you'll fall apart. You'll lose the tiny little bit of resolution that you have. "Sweetheart, look at me... " You refuse, closing your eyes. "I said look at me." His non-gloved hand comes up and drags your face, and squeezes, so you open your eyes and look at him- gasping in surprise at the action. "Listen good, bitch. The naughty acts good for roleplay babe but that's where the fun ends. Do you fucking understand?"

"... yes... " Your heart breaks a little at the defeat, muscles relaxing and arms dropping from their crossed state; Your eyes look to the floor as Freddy smirks, pleased.

"That's what we like to hear!"

Michael Myers:

After Michael barged on into that abandoned building, easily took out the others in there that were his enemies, that you were giving yourself up to, and then knocked you the hell out... he disappeared for 2 weeks.

You woke up on your bed, still in your clothes from last night, including your shoes, and above the covers with a killer migraine... and Michael wasn't there. nor was he there at bed time, when he would usually come and visit you. Or the next day, or the next.

This is not to say that throughout those two long weeks, you weren't aware of his presence. No, he made it quite clear that he was still there, that he was just pissed as all get out but would know and stop you if you tried anything like the other night again.

You would catch glimpses of him on your way to work, and home again. Just dark figures following you every now and then, and watching you through windows from across the street.

And, the notes.

Yes he left you notes.

Horrible, cold notes that were written crayon you knew he stole from a child he probably killed, that made you feel sick. They would have words like 'DONT' and 'STOP' and 'I WATCH' written on them in big, capital letters. Over and over again. These would be left carefully on the floor, just inside your front door; Facing you.

You also watched the news and witnessed the rate of his murders increase drastically.

After the 2 weeks were finally over, he came back to your surprise. He was just there, in your room, waiting for you when you got home one night. He stood stock still, of course... until you approached him. The second you got too close, he snapped into action and grabbed you; He threw you on your stomach on the bed, and yanked your top up...

Then carved his name in your back with his knife, and left you there to stew for a while as he went to make himself a sandwich.

Peter Hale:

Peter just looks exhausted. He holds his head in his hands for a while, occasionally shaking his head and chuckling as he thinks through what you did, and you watch him. You're slightly afraid, to be honest. Its scary when Peter loses his cool. I mean, it was for sure worse when he found you and dragged you out of harms way, and glared... but this isn't much better.

You wonder what he'll do when he pulls himself together.

Should you make a run for it?

No... he could catch you.

Finally, after literally 3 hours - you should never underestimate Peter's ability to be still, - he looks up, and rests his chin in his hands. He raises his brows at you. "So?" He prompts. "What were you thinking?"

"I-I... I wanted to keep you safe... "

His eyes are cold, and lifeless. "Aw... how sweet." And there's no warmth in his voice, either. Its like a slap in the face.

Still, you don't retaliate. You just set your hands in your lap, and meekly ask him: "What... what are you going to... do?"

His gaze flicker's from the floor in front of his, to you thoughtfully, before he shrugs. "Well I'm going to have to teach you a lesson, that's been made abundantly clear. You nearly gave me a stroke back there, sweetheart, and you know how much I hate being reminded of my age."

"Y-yeah, but... how?" You ask, looking up innocently at him. He tilts his head to the side.

"... I'm still plotting."

Scarecrow / Jonathan Crane:

Jon paces the room, and you stand off to the side with your arms crossed. He glances back at you once again, and prompts you. "Explain it to me again."

Frustrated, you deeply roll your eyes; teeth grit. How many times are you going to say this before he lets it go? "I went to Jervis to save you. He said if I gave myself up to him, you would be spared. What is hard to understand??!"

His eyes flash and he whips around properly to advance on you. Pointing at you with a gloved finger, and he snaps; "The part where you were idiotic enough to believe that man." Is that disgust, in his tone? Or disappointment? Possibly, both. And you don't care for either.

Your eyes slowly narrow, and you talk slowly. Precisely. "Don't talk to me like that, Jon."

"I am the Scarecrow." He tilts his head to the side, inclining his neck. "And I'll speak to what's mine, however I see fit."

Your brows lift up your forehead. "What's yours??"

"Yes."

"I do not belong to anyone- "

"Do not fool yourself, Y/N. You, your person and your body, your past, present and future, belong to me, the Scarecrow." 'Scarecrow' approaches you closer, almost in your personal space- which is a lot seeing as Jon has never been one for touching, ever. Your heart's beating out of your chest, you can feel it all throughout your bones- scared, suddenly. "Which is why these events have displeased me so dearly. Never do anything like this, again. Or I will be forced to take drastic measures to prevent you from exercising free will in this way... or at all."

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Soon.

[gaypirate420]

Incorrect quotes #10

Peter: What do you want to tell Captain Hook right now?

(y/n): "Sup baby, take me out to dinner!"

Peter: Ayo?????

[cyrojelly]

So how would everyone feel of a captain hook x sassy reader hcs? Like a woman getting stuck in neverland because she got caught up babysitting the darling kids and got taken accidentally?