#Peter pan 2003 Captain Hook 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

[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.

[random-imagines-blog]

Dimmest Theatre {Captain Hook x Fairy!Reader One shot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 4068 Summary: Sometimes, you can't trust a pirate, especially one who seems to be turning over a new leaf. Divider by: @sweetmelodygraphics

The inside of the ship was dark, with only dim light from the very few lanterns swinging from the ceiling lighting your way. As a fairy, you had the ability to glow, to have your own lighting as you walked through, but that too had been dimmed. The hands on your arms tightened, dirty fingers affecting your skin, as you were taken towards the brig. The grip was binding, causing you enough discomfort that you couldn’t revert to your normal smaller-sized body, and fly away, trying to get somewhere safe. Try to get away from here.

You were then thrown into the dirty, cold room in the bottom of the ship. It was also where the ships’ stores were, the meats and gruel that was served as every meal, kept down here to stay cool. Only the cook came down here every once in a while, so you would be completely isolated down here, with no one to talk to. No one to help set you free.

“Now, now,” Smee, Captain Hook’s right hand man said. “You did the crime, and you have to do the time!”

He held up one of the few clocks that Captain Hook had not destroyed. Any sound of ticking made the curly-haired pirate go into a rage, and he would shove his hook into any pocket watch, no matter how expensive or ornate. The time on the clock itself was wrong, but you weren’t going to tell Smee that. He treasured his hidden stash of clocks, a secret that few knew about. You moved towards the bars, your hands going around them, pleading quietly with Smee to let you out. But he shook his head and his finger at you before leaving, taking the light with him.

You sat down on the bench, feeling dejected. You couldn’t bring up enough shine to light up the place. There were no windows, so it was darker than night down here. You could barely make out your own hand in front of your face. There was nothing here, except for time, waiting for Hook to either come down and set you free, or decide that all of your work, all of the hours together, were worth absolutely nothing. This gave you a lot of time to reflect on just how you had gotten into this conversation.

As a fairy, you believed in balance. There had to be winter, in order for there to be summer. There had to be rain in order for there to be the beauty of flowers. There had to be darkness in order for there to be light.And also, because of that, there also had to be good in the evil. And it was this way of thinking that led you to be around Cap’n Hook for so long.

Your good-nature and your patience had been what made you the perfect one to try to convince Hook that fairies weren’t as bad as he thought that they were. He thought that they all worked for Pan. And though some did, it was not all. You didn’t work for anyone except for the council of the fairies. And to prove it, you were willing to help him out, and make him believe again, like he had when he had been a boy, so many years ago. An innocent boy. A good boy. Before life made him bitter, made him grow up, made him think of adult things. Made him jealous of those that didn’t have to think about those sorts of things. Those like Peter Pan.

It had taken you some time to win over Captain Hook. And it took time for you to get used to being in the larger body, the more human-sized body, rather than your usual petite frame. It was easier for him to take you seriously like this - though you hadn’t realized it was because it was easier for him to forget that you were a fairy. Your wings rolled up into your shirt, folding like leaves could, so apart from being a female, you looked like just about everyone on the boat. You swept the poop deck, you helped prepare meals, you helped with navigation, all in the hopes that Captain Hook would see you. See that you could be useful. And hopefully ... bring out the good that was in him with the good that was inside of you.

After some time, he began to listen. You would join him in the Captain’s Quarters - where no man save for Smee was allowed to go - and would tell him stories to help him to sleep. He suffered from nightmares about the crocodile. He’d try to hold his own hand and would whimper when he would find nothing there. You tried to restore balance for him in his mind - good dreams to balance out the nightmares. And eventually, he began to smile in his sleep.

You didn’t know that these good dreams were about killing Pan. About shoving his hook inside of his chest and pulling out his still beating heart. About shooting him with a cannonball bigger than his own head and knocking him out of the sky. All that you knew was that he was smiling. All that you knew was that these were considered good dreams.

He started to grow dependent on you, not that the stubborn Captain James Hook would ever admit to that. He sought you out when he got anxious, usually by the sound of one of Smee’s hidden clocks. Even seeing an oddly shaped log in the water would make him think of the crocodile and he would start to panic. He ordered you to be ever by his side and so you had become like his shadow, only even more attached than that was. Pesky shadows, they came off so easily.

And even that seemed to develop into something more. He started to show you another side of him, one that you had believed in despite never seeing it before.

He started to notice things, like that fairies didn’t eat meat, and so he would take your portion of whatever they had managed to scourge up for that night’s dinner, and would give over his own side of vegetables. Rabbit food, he called it. He acted as if it was something he was doing for himself and not for you, but you could see the slight smile that he had when you thanked him. He’d also make sure that there was fresh water for you, while the rest of the crew drank their ale.

To see someone start to transform from this angry, sour, bitter man into someone that was actually enjoyable to be around, it was a beautiful thing. And despite your nature, you started to fall in love with him. And the thing about fairies is, even when they are in their larger forms, they really are too small to contain more than one emotion, so love was all that you felt for Captain Hook, not wariness, not caution, just love.

You seemed to glow more around him, and it was becoming obvious to everyone, not just him. The fairy power seemed to explode out of you whenever you were feeling happy, the dust wafting off of you as easily as breath from out of your mouth. It could have been dangerous, if they had a lot of good thoughts, but the pirates hardly did.

The night that you first kissed Hook, you flew. You couldn’t help yourself, it felt as if there was an air bubble expanding, expanding, expanding inside of your chest, making you float when your lips touched. Your dust got sprinkled onto Captain Hook and he went about a half foot in the air himself, not realizing it until he touched ground once more. His own happy thoughts about you, about what had happened, had made him fly and you were feeling .... ecstatic and lovestruck.

But everything changed the morning that Peter Pan came back. Everything.

The thaw had come on fast, the ice melting at exceedingly high rates, which meant that spring was coming faster, and Peter Pan was back in Neverland. Where he had been, you didn’t know, and it wasn’t any of your business to know. Things had been, admittedly, more peaceful without him around. But now that Hook knew that he was back, he seemed to turn back into the bitter, angry man that you had met months ago.

You were next to him, pleading for him not to load up Long Tom, the affectionate name given to the cannon. Your whole countenance showed your worry, your glow had disappeared. You were tugging on his arm, trying to tell him to give up on this useless hunt. Peter Pan was just a boy, and so he would always do boyish things. But this had become far too personal for James to let go.

He watched with glee as a cannonball went up towards the sky, breaking through a cloud. Your fingers were in your ears as the blast was too loud for you, looking up with concern. It looked as if there were boys hanging off of the cloud. Lost boys, you figured. Innocent ones, caught up in this mess. “James, they’re just children, they don’t know any better!" You said, holding onto the arm of his rich black sleeve.

And then things went from bad to worse. Peter Pan started to have fun.

He was flying around the ship, and the cannon was swinging every which way to try to get at him. Long Tom shot down one of your own masts, causing a roar through the ship.

You hit the deck, putting your hands over your head to try to avoid getting injured. Chaos was erupting on deck, the laughter of the flying boy providing a soundtrack.

A dead man fell onto the ground, Hook having gutted him for telling him that Peter Pan had flown away. You slowly got back onto your feet and went to Hook again, trying to get his attention. “Search the jungle! Bring me those children!” He was barking.

“James,” You said, tugging on his sleeve again. He just threw you off for now, and you slowly stepped backwards. His mood was not going to change anytime soon. All that you could do was try to repair the mast and hope that by some miracle, he would return feeling happier, without having some poor innocent children in tow.

Unfortunately, that was not to be the case. He had come back with three children, including Princess Tiger Lily. You tried, in vain, to convince him to let them go but of course he would not. They would be a lure for Peter Pan. And they would all be killed together. That’s exactly what his plan was, and as he boasted about it to you, his voice still filled with vile anger that filled him like smoke in his lungs, your heart was breaking. You were diminishing even further, seeing that any effect that you had on this man was only temporary. That he was still the evil-spirited man that was determined to kill children. Even if they couldn’t ever grow up, that’s what they still were. You retreated from him, going back down to the kitchens to sit by the fire and think about what you had done wrong. And how you were going to return to your hollow with the bad news that you had failed.

When the crew came to find you, it was not to apologize. It was not to bring you to Hook for him to apologize in public either. Nor was it to thank you for fixing the ship with your bit of magic and helping them all out. No. It was to grab you roughly by the hands and to bring you down to the brig, where you were sitting now, by yourself. They were accusing you of letting the boys go. Someone had come along and had cut through their bindings, as evidenced by the frayed ropes that were found. As the only person on the boat who had suggested that the Captain let them go, let all of this go, you were the initial suspect. Hook couldn’t even do it himself. According to Smee, he couldn’t even look at you.

It was the truth. When Captain James Hook came down into the brig, carrying a lantern, he didn’t look at you, just told you the list of charges, which was helping two boys escape, helping Peter Pan apparently escape, and letting Princess Tiger Lily escape.

“I didn’t,” You told him. “I swear! I just helped with the mast, I didn’t let anyone free!”

His hook tapped against the metal bars that you were behind. It let out a sharp noise, one that made you wince. He reached through and was able to grab your clothing with the hook, pulling you in closer to him. He still did not look at you, his eyes somewhere behind you. Looking into the darkness.

“I don’t believe in fairies.”

Though he said this quietly, it was said with so much menace. You could taste it, like a poison in your mouth. Like a pain in your stomach. He walked away, leaving you in the dark once more, and you fell upon your knees, clutching your abdomen, as the pain started to take over. You could feel your happiness, your light, your life starting to leave you as you crumpled up on the floor. But even more importantly, you could feel your heart leaving you too.

You didn’t feel much of anything anymore. Nothing except for the pain of his words. He knew what saying them meant. Every time those words were mentioned, a fairy would die. You weren’t even sure how you were alive right then and there, considering that, but maybe - maybe he was lying? He had to believe in fairies, he had once believed in you. Yes - he had once believed in you very much.

The pain had just become so common now, it was unending, you couldn’t remember anything but. Moving was useless, your body lethargic, unable to move even one finger let alone your entire body to try to get out of the room, or try to call for help.

The worst part seemed to be the moments of clarity, because all that you could think about was the crime that you had been accused of. You did not let those boys, and that princess, go. You know that you didn’t, but your mind kept going over it again and again - did you somehow do something inadvertently that made you deserve this?

The days went on, as days typically did, for time didn’t stop for anyone. You could feel the changes - the day and the night, going around and around, despite not seeing the sun or the stars. You were near death, ready to greet it.

But then the door above opened. The sound of two feet descending down the rickety stairs. And finally, a dull orange glow from a lantern that was running low on oil. The first time that someone has visited you in days, perhaps even a week.

Your name was spoken, in that rich, thick accent that used to make your back shiver with delight. Now it was more of a shudder of fear, and revulsion. Because even if you had let the boys and Tiger Lily go, you knew in your heart that there was no balance here. You did not deserve the words that James Hook had said to you. You did not deserve his disbelief.

You didn’t move, not that you would have if you could have, as the lantern grew closer. It highlighted the Captain’s long, dark curls, which looked frizzier and messier than usual. His face was still tinged red from anger of some sort. Things have not been going well for him, obviously, but you were not cruel enough to find joy in that.

He said your name again, as if he were expecting you to do something, to say something, but he had taken everything from you, you had nothing left to give - not a movement, not a response, nothing at all. It took all of your effort, all of your energy, to breathe. And there have been times in the last couple of days when you thought about not doing that anymore. James Hook swore under his breath, something that would have gotten him a stern talking to by you, had you been more yourself. And then, hesitantly, as if it would fix everything, he muttered under his breath - “I do believe in fairies.”

There was a tentative pause after that as he looked down at you. When nothing seemed to happen, he got the keys out of the pocket of his velvet coat and unlocked the cell door, stepping inside. The lantern bobbed over your colourless frame, your eyes blinking against it, the sudden appearance of light so close causing you to have an instant migraine to go with the rest of the pain.

His boot lightly kicked at your leg, moving it over slightly. And then once more. “I do believe in fairies,” He repeated, but made it sound as if it were a chore to do so. You closed your eyes tight, anticipating that something would happen, some sort of magic to flow through your veins and bring you back to full life again - but it was to no avail. Nothing happened. You remained in this state of limbo, feeling dead and alive at the same time, but finding a home in neither. He called your name out again, and put his hand on your shoulder, pushing you onto your back. “Oh, stop being so dramatic,” His voice rang out, dully. “I have come with good news. I know you didn’t free those boys.”

You were able to turn your head just a little bit towards him. He was bending down to look at you, his curls nearly tickling your face. They hung just over you, close enough to touch if you could only raise your hand a little bit.

“I said I know it wasn’t you,” He repeated. “So get up. Quit this nonsense. I need your up top.”

You blinked at him, sleepily. He growled, actually growled, grabbing hold of your arm and picked you up, bringing you onto your feet before you were ready, so you ended up slumping against him. His arm went around your waist, in a way that used to be possessive, loving, wanting to show you off, but not anymore. This time it was rough, his hook digging against your skin, not quite penetrating it but close. He was grumbling to himself as he brought you up onto the desk, for the entire crew to look at you. “As we rehearsed!” He called out.

The crew that typically wore hats upon their heads took them off, and held them to their chests. You’ve never seen this before, so it made you curious. Made you fight against the lethargy to watch to see what was coming next.

“We do believe in fairies,” The crew started to say. They attempted to do so in unison, but they missed the mark, some coming in later than others, some earlier. Hook, with his good hand, hit at the pirate beside him, trying to get him in on the right timing. He had a musical talent, and was trying to get them to sing it. It would have been a cute gesture, perhaps. If he hadn’t been the one to almost kill you in the first place. He was waving his finger around like a conductor’s baton.

“We do believe in fairies! We do believe in fairies! We do believe in fairies!”

Tenors, baritones and bass, along with some that weren’t on the usual musical spectrum, rang out. And as all of their attention was on you, you could feel the strength of their words. Like they meant it. And you began to feel yourself starting to grow lighter than air. Your colour was coming back. Your glow. You could feel your wings spreading behind you, and your cheeks starting to turn the flush colour of life that they usually had. You started to float, to hover as life was restored back into you by these men, this crew, and by your Captain. By your lover.

The chants, the song, died down as the men watched you basically come back from the dead. Smee smiled widely and clapped his hands, and even Captain Hook had the slight look of someone who just did a very good job. Taking credit, of course.

You turned towards the Captain, a questioning look on your face. Now that you were set free, you wanted to know who had been the one to do the crime that you had been punished for. Captain Hook’s smile did fade slightly, as he told you the answer. “That little fairy of Pan’s,” He said. “Snuck onto our very ship! I plucked out the eyes of the pirates on guard who let this happen, and I would do it again in an instant!”

You crossed your arms in front of you, rolled your eyes. That should have been obvious from the start! You could have figured that out within two seconds! Peter Pan always had that little fairy beside her, and you knew Tinkerbelle - she was a mischievous one. She was exactly the type and as you stared over at the Captain, you were basically telling him, without words, that he should have known this as well. He looked a little uncomfortable, shuffling slightly, using a thumb to get some blood or rust off of his hook.

No apologies. No sort of, I’m sorry. I should have known better. It made you feel foolish because now you were the one who should have known better. James made no mistakes in his mind, and he felt justified in locking you up, as if you were nothing but a common member of the crew, not someone that he genuinely cherished.

You  didn’t know if you were going to survive this, but you had. And now you had a choice to make - one that you had been thinking about while laying there, accused of a crime that you didn’t commit, feeling your essence being taken from you. You knew exactly what you were going to do.

You shrunk down. No longer did you stretch out your body to try to fit in with the rest of the crew, or to make yourself more ‘helpful’. No longer would you try to be what he wanted you to be - his true colours had been revealed, and they were not the pretty kind. They were puke yellow and blood red and dirty grey. You, once again, became a small beacon of light, who had been away from home for far too long.

“Stop!” Hook commanded as you started to rise into the air, ready to make your escape. And despite your resolution, you faltered. Because a part of you had loved this man, before he attempted to kill you. A part of you did long for the nights of laying in bed together, discussing this and that, gossiping about the crew. You paused, hovering in the air. Hook approached, his footsteps loud on the wooden deck. “If I were to say something apologetic,” He asked in a low tone, “Would it change your mind?”

You brightened up a little more - if only because an apology would have been nice. But no, it wouldn’t change anything. You continued to hover close to him, putting your hand behind your ear, miming that you were listening. The Pirate Captain adjusted himself a little, pulling his coat down slightly.

“Then you should never have trusted a dastardly pirate,” He said, spinning the tip of his moustache between his fingers. Your usually bright and cheerful glow turned red with anger, as you flew up to him, kicked the tip of his nose, knocked off of his hat, and went flying back to Pixie Hollow. He might have brought you back to life with his belief, and his choir of pirate crew, but you didn’t owe him anything. Not your life, not your love, not your loyalty.

Perhaps you’d send over the Tick-Tock Croc to pay him a visit.

[captainwolf]

Part 3: Captains Orders

Part 1

Part 2

Hook x g/n reader

Warnings: +18 nsfw

It felt like a dream. A strange dream that you did not want to wake from. You smiled at the captain. The gesture alone was flattering but the soft brush of his mustache tickling your hand had made you giggle. Blushing, you pulled your hand away. Hook was confused yet smirked as he looked down at you. Oh how you wished to feel him. All of him.

“Hook, I was wondering-” you began, but was cut off abruptly. Hook had pressed a finger to your lips to shush you.

It was too late to back out now. Next thing you knew, both of you were entangled in one another. You grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. Both mouths locking into a heated battle. Entranced, you ignored the bristles of his beard against your skin,when he slide his tongue inside your mouth. The moans were muffled by both tongues now fighting to dominate over the other and you were glad for it. The last thing you both needed was the crew waking up from below deck to catch you two.

With his hook, the captain was pulling you towards him by the baldric of your outfit and carefully began to walk backwards to his quarters. You stumbled forward a bit at first, but followed obediently. Careful not to break the snogging going on, Hook reached behind his back with his free hand to unlock on the door to his cabin. He kicked the door behind him wide open before turning to guide you into his quarters.

You frowned at the abrupt break in the kissing session and let out an agitated huff as you watched him walk away to lock the door. Noticing your irritation, the pirate strode back over to you with a smirk. Hook found it rather amusing to see you so riled up.

“Now, now. Patience, darling” he teased with a purr, wagging a finger in your face.

Pain stakingly, he slowly removed his effects before then hanging up his long coat. His boots were tossed carelessly into the corner along with his undershirt. You watched with an enthralled gaze, standing motionless near the doorway.

Captivated, your eyes scanned the captain from head to toe only to pause at the huge bulge in his leather pants as his one good hand fidgeted to untie them.

“Standing there isn’t going to do you much good.” He teased with a laugh at seeing your expression as the captains pants dropped to the floor.

Blushing at his remark, you dropped your gaze and muttered in agreement. Quickly, you removed the baldric and cutlass it held, then your boots. However, when you reached to unbutton your shirt, a swift hand grabbed your wrist. Your eyes flashed up to see Hook suddenly standing inches away from your face. He let go of your wrist and raised his metal claw.

“Please, allow me.” Hook pleaded before using it to tear your shirt off in one move. His eyes were now scanning you as you stood fully exposed for him to gaze upon.

Leading you over to the bed, Hook pushed you down onto it on your back. The pirate slowly crawled onto the bed lightly kissing along your neck until he was on top of you. You were so entranced by his touch you hadn’t even noticed how erect he already was.

Your longed to be filled and the captain knew it. He teased you by rubbing his hard cock up against your entrance before pushing into you with a low grunt. You let out a loud gasp as you adjusted to his length as he slowly pumped deep into you.

“Mm you feel so good. Don’t stop.” You moan in his ear.

You continued to murmur to him, digging your fingernails into his back to hold him closer as he thrust deep into you with a groan.

“Please fuck me hard.”

That triggered Hook as he suddenly halted and pulled out. You whined at the sudden loss of pleasure and looked up at him. His eyes were dark with lust as he stared at you with a grin. Savage and hungry like a wolf, Hook grabbed your face and pulled you in close for a deep kiss. This wasn’t the adorning captain you knew moments ago, but a much more sinister version.

“On all fours, pet,” He ordered with a growl,moving off the bed. “You’ll be sorry you said that.”

You did as you were told and teasingly moved with a small nod. Your mind was more enraptured than scared at the thought of what he had planned for you. You got on all four with your bare back to him. Facing the headboard, your eyes spotted claw marks that dug deep into the mahogany wood from where the captain had used his hook as leverage to fuck you senseless before. The pirate removed his hook and tossed it onto the wooden nightstand. You heard the soft ding the metal claw made when it hit the table and knew he was up to something else. A deep growl from Hook captured your attention again. His fingers slithering up the back of your neck, grasping it tightly to hold you steady as he leaned over you.

“Say it again, slut.”

“Fuck me, please.”

He shoved his throbbing member deep inside you without warning, causing a cry to escape your lips. Your gaping mouth soon found two of his fingers slid in to occupy them. With a satisfying hum, you sucked happily on his digits. Hook bit down on your shoulder hard to muffle his own moans of ecstasy. Tears welled up in your eyes as you shut them tight and grasped the red silk sheets beneath you.

Feral, Hook grasped a handful of your hair and pulled it hard as he slammed his cock deep into you; balls slapping against your bare arse. Even with one hand missing, he managed to get a better grip as he fucked you hard. You felt his thick cock pound into you harder and faster than before making you squeal with pleasure. His grunts were ferocious with each thrust and it didn’t take long before you were close.

“You’re mine” He snarled.

“I’m yours.” You cried out, in agreement. “Use me as you wish, captain.”

Hook’s pace quickened with heavy pants hearing you say those words. You called out his name as you clenched around his throbbing cock. Feeling you reach your high, the thrusts became sloppier. With one final hard thrust, you felt his cock pulse inside you; spilling his seed deep inside you with a shaky moan.

Panting, he pulled out slowly and leaned back; releasing his grip on you.

“Ah..” Hook breathed; stepping off the bed. He walked over to his closet, opened the door and grabbed a pair of lounge pants.

“I didn’t hurt you, did i? Darling?” He asked while getting dressed.

You sighed contently before sitting up on the edge of the bed, still dazed at what had just happened. You replied no as you watched him stride back over to where you sat, handing you a nightshirt. His bright blue eyes were gentle again and it made you smile.

[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...

[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

[strangercarla]

Would anyone be interested in Captain Hook x reader imagines?

[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?

[gaypirate420]

First of all I love your username 10/10 Second of all I love how ur fics r for gender neutral and male readers its so hard to find Captain Hook stuff that isn't just geared towards gals u are doing the lords work <3

Omg Captain Hook ask!

Thank you so much! I remember I never saw any gender neutral or male readers for Hook so I had to do it myself. I'm a little embarrassed that people find my old fics about him but oh well lmao.

(just a lil reminder requests are open for Captain Hook)

[creelkobblelaufeyson69]

Soon.

[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?

[hooksgf555]

Any Captain Hook X reader stories YALL recommend??

I want to read some bc im bored ✌️😭