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first meeting

Harry Hook x Auradon!Shy!Male Reader

With the barrier brought down, and Uma busy with Mal, Harry needed something new to hold his attention. Something sweet from Auradon to enjoy, to tuck into and spoil. He turned a corner in the confusing as all hell gardens, and like fate, like Fairy Godmother herself had plopped this down into his path, here was Harry’s new entertainment. His new toy. A pretty Auradon boy, perched on a bench, tucked away in the shadows, and reading a book. Hiding from the brand new celebration.

You. You had your nose buried in whatever you were reading, legs curled up towards your chest, folded all in on yourself. So absorbed in your book it was like you didn’t even know he was there. Damn, what a sweet thing you looked to be. Naturally, Harry flounced right up to you, using his hook to push your book shut, and nearly crowing in delight when you look up with big wide eyes. With that frightened look in your eyes, you look like a wee little dove. Adorable.

includes devastator, scrapper, scavenger, hook, mixmaster, bonecrusher and long haul. this also contains scavenger from Armada and long haul from tf:cybertron who are Autobots!!! UTA -> Armada , UTC -> Cybertron

headcanons ->

[UTA] ♡ Dating Scavenger

[IDW/G1] ♡ "WEAKLING" yan. Devastator (Constructicons) scenario: no one seems to like you but they do, and that means devastator wants you

additional shenanigans

ideas ->

pairing; hook x reader

prompt; toys

word count; 2.1k

The kitchen is spotless thanks to you finishing wiping down the counters, dishes done and put away, a candle flickering to cast a dim glow and a sweet scent around. James’ has just come back from.. somewhere, you never know these days where he heads off to sometimes. The bags in his hand are an indicator of new things for you, gifts, as he sets them down to greet you.

prompt: halloween party

words: 320

“Oh, James, come on,” you yelled through the bathroom door. “You’re being ridiculous.” 

“I look ridiculous!” Hook yelled back. “I didn’t wanna go to this stupid party in the first place.” 

“It’s not stupid,” you whined, “and all my friends are excited to meet you. Don’t ruin this for me.” 

“Let me change into a different costume then!” 

You huffed. “No! We’re supposed to be matching. It’s not even that bad.” 

“I am not wearing this thing!” he groaned. 

“Come out and let me see you!” you insisted. 

“I don’t wanna.” 

You snorted. “Did you just say you don’t wanna?” 

The door swung open at all once, revealing a very irritated James sporting a Captain Hook costume, an extravagant red coat wrapped around his body, complete with a big red hat topped with a feather. 

“Isn’t this a little too on the nose?” Hook whined, adjusting the obnoxiously large hat on his head, spitting when the ridiculous feather on top got caught in his mouth. 

You pressed the palm of your hand to your mouth in an attempt to suppress the laughter bubbling up inside you. “Well—you are Captain Hook, aren’t you?” 

“Do you enjoy humiliating me?”

“A little,” you giggled. “Oh come on, we look cute!” You adjusted the short green skirt you were wearing, pulling it further down your thighs, the glittery fairy wings you wore sliding down as you bent over. 

He huffed, looking you up and down. “I guess, although you’re much nicer than Tinker Bell was.” His sigh was heavy. “Do I have to go?” 

“Please?” you begged, pulling your lips into your best pout. “For me? I really want you to meet my friends…”

Hook looked at you for a long second before sighing again. “Fine. But I will be having sex with you in that Tinker Bell costume.” 

prompt: scent kink

words: 2k

tags/// fem!reader x hook, pain, mild clit,,,uhm,,,not torture but like?? idk he uses the sharp part of his hook on it.

Hook smelled wonderful. He always smelled wonderful with his extensive and frankly absurd collection of cologne. You were positive the price of them all together was worth more than the car he was currently driving. 

So you were used to him smelling good. You loved to bury your face in the crook of his neck or under his arm and inhale deep, pulling your lover close to your body for warmth and comfort. 

But today—you didn’t know what it was or what he was wearing—but he smelled better than usual. It was a scent you hadn’t smelt before, so it must have been new or from the very back of his collection, but god was it making you feel dizzy. 

Your thighs squeezed together as you got another whiff of him, your body leaning closer to him on instinct, and he must’ve finally noticed from the way he chuckled fondly. 

“What are you doing, doll?” he asked, his eyes looking over at you briefly. 

“Nothing,” you said much too quickly, straightening up all at once. “Sorry I started to zone out.” 

“Zone out? Is the scenery that boring?” His hook found your thigh in the passenger seat, giving you a gentle stroke, and you had to stifle the gasp that threatened to escape your lips. Arousal pooled in your belly at his touch, so close to where you wanted him the most. 

“It’s not boring,” you whispered. “It’s just a long drive is all.” 

Hook eyed you curiously, noting the way your chest was moving rapidly. “I’ve taken you to this restaurant countless times by now. Maybe it’s becoming dull. I can always reroute and go somewhere else if you’d like…?” 

You shook your head quickly. “There’s no need to do that, James,” you sighed. He was always so fast to jump to conclusions. Sometimes you wished he realized he didn’t have to constantly surprise you with grand gestures. “Please, just focus on the road.” 

“Did I upset you somehow?” he asked genuinely and you hated when he got like this, so sweet and concerned. Now was not the time for him to be looking at you like that. “Just tell me, sweetheart, you know I’d never want to upset you.” 

“James,” you groaned, touching his hook where it was resting on top of your thigh, “really, it’s fine. I just…I was only distracted, alright?” 

He hummed thoughtfully. “By what?” 

You felt like you could scream. He was not going to let this go, was he? You sighed deeply. There was no way out of this—you were just going to have to admit it. “You smell nice,” you said simply. “I was just appreciating it.” 

“I always smell nice,” Hook said, not missing a beat. He rubbed your thigh again, catching the way you bit your lip from the corner of his eye. “Oh. I see.” 

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment. You just wanted to go to dinner. “Shut up.” 

“Am I making you aroused, darling?” he chuckled. His hook slipped further up your thigh, the sharp tip of it almost meeting your panties. “How cute.” 

“James, just drive,” you muttered. “Don’t tease me.” 

Hook’s smile was all teeth as he pulled into a nearby parking lot, effectively ignoring your request, before he turned fully to look at you. “Get in the back seat.” 

You deadpanned. “What?” 

The tip of his hook found the tiny band of your thong, pulling and ripping it to shreds in the blink of an eye. “Get your pretty ass in the back seat of my car so I can fuck you before we go to dinner. Now.” 

You could feel the air rushing against your now bare cunt, all your most sensitive parts on display and tingling. “But the reservation—“

“This won’t take long,” he grunted. “Don’t make me ask you again.” 

His firm tone made you shiver. You moved into the backseat ungracefully, flashing him your pussy as you went, before finally landing on your back, skull knocking against the car door. “Ow—“

“Be careful,” Hook scoffed as he climbed in on top of you. He touched the back of your head with his hand, examining you for any bumps. 

“I’m alright,” you grunted, moving his hand to your thigh with a sly smile. 

Grinning back at you, he slid his hand further up until the pads of his two fingers pressed against your pussy while his hook found the strap of your dress, pulling it down much gentler than he’d treated your panties. 

Your bra was a flimsy little thing with black lace, you’d worn it especially for him under the impression this would be happening much later in the night, and Hook purred at the sight of you, mouth immediately finding the soft skin of your tits and leaving kisses behind. 

He pushed his fingers against the nub of your clit, moving in soft, gentle circles. You were already wet and the smell of him was completely overwhelming you, sparking the embers of your arousal further. 

“Sweet thing,” he murmured before sinking his teeth into the skin of your breast. “You’re so pretty for me.” 

Your fingers tangled in his hair with a soft moan, pushing his face up to your neck so you could easily bury your nose in him, inhaling his cologne with a deep breath. “Mmph—James.” 

His fingers move along your clit at a quicker pace, his cock leaking in his slacks from the way you’re sniffing at me, sharp nails digging into his skin. “My doll—be patient.” 

Your tongue licked up the side of his neck, as if you’d be able to taste the delicious scent coming from him. You’d never felt like this before, so feral with uncontained lust. You needed him immediately.

“Fuck me,” you pleaded, pulling him away from your neck so you could look up at him with sweet puppy dog eyes. “Please? Please fuck me, James.” 

Cursing underneath his breath, Hook pushed the bottom of your dress up around your hips, revealing your pretty bare cunt. You had already leaked onto the leather, so desperate to be filled. 

His hand made its way into his pants, pulling his cock free, aching and hard, and you reached out to touch it for a brief second just with the tips of your fingers, the touch alone enough to make him groan. 

Hook positioned one of your thighs around his waist and bent forward, angling your body up before he pushed his cock inside you, groaning at the warm stretch. 

“Shit—“ he panted, breaking into a deep, rumbling laugh at how good you felt around him. His hand and hook came to rest on either side of your head, allowing him to look directly in your eyes as he began to move his hips, the car rocking with every motion. 

You moaned throatily, knocking your head back as his cock stretched and filled you to the brim. He was so fucking thick inside you. It was dizzying. “Oh god, James.” 

“That’s my sweet girl, sing for me,” he chuckled. He leaned down so that his face was inches away from yours, filling your nostrils with the scent of him again. “You can cum quickly for me, right? Five minutes?” 

You squirmed underneath him, flushing red at the fact the smell of his cologne was already pushing you close to the edge and you’d just started. You whined softly, lip caught between your teeth, and nodded softly. “Touch my clit—with your hook.” 

His grin was feral as he moved his hook away from the side of your head, slipping between your bodies so he could press the cold metal against your little bud, the cute thing twitching at the chill. 

He moved it slowly, careful to not cut you with the sharp end, but still close enough to tease you with the threat of pain. “Like this, my flower?” 

“Yes,” you gasped. His body was so close to yours like this, that beautiful scent all over his clothes and rubbing off on yours. His cock pressed against your g-spot as his hook rubbed your clit, hot and cold all at once, nipples hard and poking through your bra. “Fuck, James.” 

“It’s already been a minute, sweetheart,” he teased you softly, increasing the speed of his thrusts. “Are you going to keep your promise to me?” 

The bastard. Your body was practically bouncing with the force he was fucking you at, tits jiggling in your bra as he watched with a perverted smile. “Less talking and more—t-touching me,” you spat. 

“Am I not touching you?” he cooed. “I’m touching you everywhere, darling. Or are you saying that I’m not fucking you well enough? Is that it?” 

You whimpered and shook your head. “You are insufferable.” But his teasing was working, your body flushing hot. The sound of his voice was probably enough to get you off by itself. 

His hook pressed harder against your clit, this time close enough to cut you if he moved it just right, and that little thrill sent a spark of arousal right up your spine. “Say it again.”

His eyebrows were furrowed, mouth open in a soft pant. He was just as desperate as you and trying to keep it together. 

You wrapped your other thigh around his waist, interlocking your ankles behind him and pulled him closer, pushing his cock in deeper. His face was almost completely pressed against yours. “You’re insufferable,” you repeated, voice a whisper. 

Hook growled and rocked his hips harder. “You love me,” he panted. 

You giggled manically. “I love you so much, James.” 

He leaned down and caught your mouth with his own, the kiss all tongue and hot breath, smearing salvia across both of your faces. “Three minutes,” he whispered. 

“I’m close,” you hiccuped in between kisses. “Scratch my clit—please.” 

He groaned throatily and scraped across your bud with his hook, pulling a sharp cry from you. It hurt just as bad as you remembered, but sent pleasure like no other through your body, a sharp pain coming with every nudge. 

“Oh, oh—James, yes,” you cried. You could feel your orgasm right there, a few seconds away. 

Hook rutted into you, mouthing at your neck with open mouthed kisses and his teeth. “Let go for me, come on, it’s right there, I know it is—“

A soft cry left your lips as you came, cunt pulsing around him while your thighs trembled, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “Oh—“

He came right behind you, hips stuttering through his release, breath fanning against your neck. “Fuck.” 

He pulled out of you with a groan, watching the cum leak from you and onto the seat below, a deep sense of satisfaction welling up within him. 

You made a quiet sound of disgust. “I can’t go to the restaurant like this,” you huffed, looking in the mirror at your musseled hair and flushed cheeks, thighs wet with his cum. 

“You should’ve thought about that before you lunged at me,” he said, helping pull your dress back down. 

You looked at him incredulously. “You’re the one who told me to get in the back seat. Don’t start.” 

Hook couldn’t help but to laugh. He found a spare cloth in one of the seat pockets and began cleaning your thighs off gently, careful not to irritate your skin. “I’m only teasing, love. I have a bag of hair stuff under the seat—let me grab it,” he said, using his hook to slide underneath the passenger side seat and pull out a black bag. He handed it to you with a smug expression. “I put it in here after the last time we..well.” 

You took the bag, looking surprised. “Oh. Thank you.” Fondness bubbled up inside your chest. It still shocked you how sweet he could be. “That’s very thoughtful.” 

“Eugh, don’t start,” he grimaced slightly. “Fix your hair up on the way there.” He glanced at the clock on the dash. “We still have time before the reservation.” 

You pulled him forward, nuzzling at his neck with your nose and inhaling deeply. “Can we just sit here for a second, then? I want to remember this.” 

pairing; hook x reader

prompt; somno

word count; 544

Silky sheets, satin pillows, lacey garments and plush blankets. It’s all gorgeous, luxurious, but nothing compares to the sight of you sleeping in Hook’s mind.

Peaceful, content, no worries or burdens weighing you down. Lashes soft, a gentle blush over your cheeks, lips pouted in your sleep. Beautiful, so cute, it makes Hook feel proud, to have given you these nice things, this home to be safe in, to be cared for.

It makes his dick harder than anything.

You’re sprawled out, half covered up while rain patters at the big windows across the room. It’s a sweet lullaby to aid your sleep, hugging over your favorite plush, a huffy breath here or there. The bed dips behind you, the weight of your boyfriend crawling over the covers to come up behind you.

You’re just so pretty, so content, is he supposed to just ignore you?

Silk covers your ass, a sweetly colored slip that he pushes up with a warm hand, revealing the cute, lacey panties he gifted you last week. They barely cover your cunt, smooth skin that he exposes by pulling the crotch to the side. His cock is already swelling, a stifled groan in his throat as he rubs the pad of his middle finger through your folds, slow and gentle so he can work you up, open.

You stir just slightly, but the touch is so gentle you relax once more, even as your cunt slickens at his ministrations. A little grumble catches in your throat, enough to make him slow slightly as he rubs over your leaking entrance, notching his finger in to the first knuckle.

Sleeping like this, your pussy is relaxed, opening up to his now two fingers as he stretches you. Your hips move on their own, a gentle shift as if subconsciously trying to get them deeper, stuffed fuller as you leak over his fingers.

“Easy now.. shh..” The gentle coo hums from Hook, leaning to kiss at the back of your head while he slips his fingers free. By now, his cock aches, straddling over your thighs whilst he undoes his belt. The fat head of his dick replaces his fingers, pressing in slow and steady.

He only stiffens when you whimper, not wanting to move too quickly, waiting until your limbs relax again before pushing in to the hilt. The way your breathing picks up, just ever so slightly, the squeaking of the bedframe as he rocks in slow, steadily humping against you. Hook can’t help but pet over you, rubbing his hand up underneath your slip to massage your back, feel your soft skin, admire your sleeping body.

Not for long though, because the rutting of his hips, the slow stretch of his cock, the way his balls nudge against your sappy clit with a quiet squelch, it all stirs you awake slowly with furrowing brows.

Your lips part with a petulant noise, confused as you rock slowly into the bed, tilting your head back with bleary eyes, “Nh- James..?”

He groans low in his throat now, letting his hand pull your mused hair away from your face with a cocky grin, leaning down so his body covers your own.