writer’s block | harry hook x oc smut
this is smut, please if you’re underage don’t read!
AURADON WAS ALWAYS A RATHER DECENT PLACE TO LIVE BUT BOTH ARIANA AND HARRY NEEDED THEIR PRIVACY AND SO THEY DECIDED UPON STAYING IN ATLANTICA; Ariana was rather happy to be at her parents side once more and Harry was more than happy to hear about his girlfriend growing up and just all round meeting the king and queen.
For once in their lives they were at peace, no dragons in need of slaying, no villains kidnapping people and now since the barrier was broken, no one trying to escape. However, life in Auradon also seemed rather stuffy with everyone constantly needing something when the two wanted to spend alone and so a small vacation was exactly what the two of them needed; they'd spend their nights walking along the beach and then return home, Ariana would then read Harry stories as he laid in her lap and Harry would tell tales of his life growing up.
Ariana had soon realized that Harry didn't even have half the luxuries she did growing up and something about that felt wrong, she had a loving family who were willing to accept Harry almost as soon as they met him and yet his father disowned him the moment he realised Harry was going out with a monster and in someway she felt rather selfish.
Harry was more than willing to throw away the relationship he had with his father in order to stay with Ariana and perhaps that's why she felt the need to spice up their relationship, she had felt like this for a while and it was only just confirmed when he chose her, not that it was much of a choice considering Harry's father was indeed a drunk but she knew the sentiment was there, Harry had proven his worth to her.
The two had returned from their walk over an hour ago and Ariana was now required to work on her personal essay in order for her to attend college though she had hit a huge creative block because she was unsure if she could even talk about herself; Ariana was never one to toot her own horn, she was indeed a scholar but talking about those achievements would only seem like she'd be given herself a big ego.
Perhaps tonight was in fact the night; the two had returned home a little over an hour ago, Harry decided to rest on her bed whilst she sat at her desk, staring at the blank document as the curser flashed, waiting for her to type; Ariana ran a hand through her auburn locks, the loose curls still remaining perfect as they tumbled down her back as she let out a frustrated groan.
Harry glanced up from his phone, his eyes narrowing as he watched his girlfriend slam her head upon the white wooden desk, "what's wrong, love?" He asked, "having a wee bit of trouble with your essay?" He slid himself off the bed and approached, watching as Ariana rested her chin upon the desk. Even when stressed he believed her to be rather beautiful, the way her lips were pressed when she frowned, the way she ran her hands through her hair as she tried to think of a solution though he sometimes imagined himself playing with her hair.
"Maybe," she replied solemnly, "can you not help me?" She asked, staring up at him with those innocent eyes he loved dearly. Ariana was a scholar and was one of the few who graduated fairly easily but she hated talking about her achievements, it always made her sound rather egotistical.
Harry chuckled, "isn't this meant to be in your own words?" He cocked an eyebrow, his sly smirk breaking out as she pouted, "I've seen how passionate you are about micro-biology," Harry stated as she turned back to her computer, "you just need to put that passion into your writing."
Ariana rubbed her forehead, "okay but how do I make make myself sound like I'm not so pretentious and arrogant?"
"You need to be pretentious and arrogant," he argued, "celebrate yourself more, Ari, god knows you deserve it." He kissed the top of her head and then made his way back to his position upon her mattress, returning to his phone.
She rubbed her temples, elbows upon her desk as she looked to the blank document once more, imagining the things she wished to say but it was more or less about putting pen to paper and it wasn't as though she didn't know what to say but rather how to say it and so maybe Ariana's problem lied elsewhere.
The mermaid had decided to wear a red oversized jumper and a short white skirt; her exposed thighs were rubbing together as she thought of herself and Harry in rather compromising scenarios, they had plagued her mind for quite a while and yet she couldn't bring herself to voice such things out loud; Harry wasn't exactly innocent and Ariana could easily tell from the jokes he'd crack and the comments he'd make whenever she'd wear a certain outfit.
"Something else on your mind, love?" He asked, "you know frowning will give you lines right?"
Ariana giggled at his comment, "I don't suppose you have a way of dealing with writers block, do you?" She asked with a cocked eyebrow.
She bit her lip as she felt tingles slowly creep up her back, "Harry... I don't... I don't mind if you are," Ariana hadn't known why but Harry's rather dominant nature had always been a bit of a turn on for her and so she was down for the rather rough treatment he promised, "I promise I'll let you know if you hurt me." She wanted this, he could see the hunger in her eyes as she stood up, pushing him against the desk as her lips lingered a single millimetre from his.
He had a sly grin upon his lips, "I may have one way," he remarked as he slid back off the bed and towards her, "but are you ready?" He asked as he relaxed himself on an empty space upon her desk, she nodded, her eyes were full to the brim with innocence as she stared up at him, "are you sure, lass? I can get quite rough."
He could feel the warmth of her breath as she rested a hand upon his chest, feeling his abs as his eyes boarded hers, he could feel a lump in his throat as she pressed herself against his clothed crotch, his heart racing as she closed the gap with a kiss of passion and love; his hands wandered to her sides, gripping them as he flipped her over, pressing her against the desk.
"Now, you have two options, my little mermaid," he grabbed her face, forcing her to make eye-contact, "you can either play nice with your master and remain unpunished or you can try and take control but..." he leant down, his lips to her ear "... that won't end well for you." He spoke in a low tone, her heart beating vigorously as he held her cheeks, pressing a rough kiss to her lips; she could feel the juices trickle down her leg as Harry's tongue slipped into her mouth, their tongues moving against one-another.
They soon parted and she smirked, "I'll play nice... Sir." He smirked liking the sound of his new title; he pressed his lips against hers a second time, giving her all the passion and love he had for her.
She slowly unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest to the cold of the evening hours; the moon shimmering upon his ivory skin as she slipped the shirt to the floor; she slid herself upon the desk so she was now sat, giving him better access, "Harry..." she moaned as he made his way to her neck, kissing and sucking upon the exposed skin "... don't make... don't make it too obvious." Ariana was slowly losing her touch with reality, all she wanted was Harry, she wanted to feel him inside her; she felt his hands wonder to the hem of the jumper, the article of clothing bunched in his hands as he slowly moved it up her body, she rose her arms and it was quickly snatched, exposing her bare chest.
He smirked, watching as her boobs bounced, her nipples fully erect against the cold, "no bra?" Harry asked with a smirk, he grabbed the left one with his hand and slowly began to caress.
"It's more... it's more comfortable," she replied through her growing moans.
"I bet it is," he cooed; Harry's lips made contact with the skin upon her collar bone, leaving more marks, "how does it feel when I mark you?" He asked, moving to the valley between her breasts, "bet you like it, don't you."
Ariana bit her lip as she felt her right breast go into his mouth, his tongue circling her nipple as she pressed her thighs together, "I... I love it!" She remarked, "I... I just... I just wish you weren't such a... such a tease!"
Harry chuckled, sending vibrations through her form, "trust me sweetheart, it'll be worth it," he explained as he began to kiss further and further down her stomach until he got to the waistband of her skirt, "such a slutty skirt," He returned to making-out with her, his hands playing with the waistband of her skirt, he soon removed it, revealing her naked body, "and no panties," he tutted.
The mermaid flushed as he stared at her body in complete awe, "please... you're making... please, you're making me rather conscious of my body."
"Would it help if I told you that your master liked it?" He asked, licking his lips, "you have such a beautiful body," he approached, holding her sides with a rather wide grin, "I can't wait to watch you quiver at the feeling of my cock," Ariana felt a shiver up her spine, his breath hitting her ear for a second time, "but first we need to stretch you out."
He pressed a finger against her clit, rubbing it gently as he felt the wetness that was spilling out of her, "all of this from just a few kisses?" He asked as he gently moved to her opening, watching as it twitched open, begging for something to be inside, "you must really like being my whore, huh?" Ariana was silent and dazed, he grabbed her forcefully by the chin, "answer me, slut!" He demanded, his smirk now gone and only a rather stern frown remained.
"Yes!" She yelled as he smacked her swollen cunt.
"Yes, what?" He asked with a low growl.
His hand released her chin, "yes, master!" Harry knelt on the floor, her scent reaching his nose and with a smirk he began to lick her core, lapping up any juices, "fuck!" Ariana gripped the edge of her desk, her eyes clamping shut as he used his tongue on her clit, circling it much like he did with her nipples, "Harry!" She called as she felt her orgasm grow, her heart racing and sweat began to line her bare skin and then he stopped.
Harry returned to his feet and kissed her without a word, she could taste her juices upon his tongue, "you taste so good," he remarked, "but you are not allowed to come unless I give the command, understand?" He asked as he slowly rubbed her entrance, she nodded enthusiastically, "good, now get on the bed and put yourself on all fours."
Ariana did as she was told and made her way to the bed; the room was rather large with a canopy bed resting in the centre.
The first mate watched as Ariana presented her ass to him, her swollen lips still contracting, "I hope you're ready for me lass," he growled as he removed his trousers, followed by his underwear; Ariana shivered as she felt the tip of his cock rub against her entrance, her lips parting ever so slightly, she tried to push against it, hoping he'd allow her to feel his entire length, "sweetheart, the more you try to force it in, the more I'll tease," he warned, running a hand through her long, ginger hair.
"Master... please," Ariana begged, "I want to finally feel you," she complained, a low growl emitting from her lips. Harry did as she wished and pushed his full length inside, "it... it hurts..." she moaned, gripping the covers, "but don't stop!"
Slowly, Harry began to thrust, his cock twitching each time as her skin began to stretch, getting use to his size as he slowly pulled back out, "fuck!" He cursed, he leaned over her, pressing his chest against her back, "you're so tight, aren't you," he hummed, slowly pulling back out; Ariana didn't reply, she just kept moaning and howling as he moved in and out of her.
Her heart began to pound quicker and quicker as she felt her orgasm grow for with every thrust, Harry would hit her g-spot, "Harry!" She called out again, gripping the bed sheets as he did so, "harder, please!" She gritted her teeth, "I promise... I promise I can take it!" Her eyes were rolling as he slammed into her, her shouting was bound to catch the attention of someone so he placed a hand over her mouth as he moved more vigorously, she let out one final moan.
She slumped into the bed as she felt Harry move faster and quicker with each thrust though she could tell he was close, his moves became sloppy, "fuck, I don't know if I can-" he cut himself off as he felt his orgasm rise.
Harry flopped down beside her, their skin now sticky and sweaty, "god... you were... you were amazing," he let out a huff as he spoke, Ariana wrapped an arm around his chest, her leg over his as she got herself comfortable, "I think I love you, Ari," he spoke in a soft tone, stroking her hair with a more loving and bright smile than before.
"I love you too, Harry," she yawned and her eyes began to close, he kissed her forehead, allowing her to sleep.
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my cupid | killian jones x oc
THERE WAS ONE GOLDEN RULE IF YOU WERE CHOSEN AS A CUPID, you were not allowed to fall in love and Eros was always one for the rules, perhaps that's why she made more enemies than friends, it was easier to hate someone than accidentally falling in love with them; there was one known person who she hated and that was none other than the pirate, Killian Jones or rather Captain Hook and so when she was tied up on his ship, she wasn't at all surprised.
"Hello love," his rather strong accent filled the room, her eyes narrowed as she looked to him, "sorry to have to tie you up like this but you know I love to add a dash of colour," he remarked, a smirk upon his lips, he unsheathed his sword, aiming at her neck though she didn't react, "now where is the Heart of Zeus?" He asked, pressing his lips together.
Eros sighed, "and how would I know?" She asked, furrowing her brows.
"Aren't you a goddess?" He asked, confusion staining his face, "can't you just ask him?"
A loud shriek of laughter filled the lower deck as she tossed her head back carelessly, "you really think I'm a goddess?" She asked, a wide smile spreading across her face, "I'm named after the god of love, yes but I am not a goddess," she stated, shaking her head.
"But you're cupid?"
"I'm a cupid," she corrected with a smirk, "it's a title, my name is Eros yes but my parents named me because they were professors in mythology," she laughed upon seeing his face drop, "you messed up, Captain," she sneered, pulling against her rope restraints, "now let me go!"
He chuckled, somewhat enjoying her struggle, "you know it's funny, I prefer other... activities with a woman's restrained," her expression morphed into one of disgust, "it is consensual of course, I'm not a monster."
"No?" She asked, her eyebrows knitted together, "so why am I tied up when I've done no wrong?"
He leant forward, his hot breath hitting her skin, "you did do something," he corrected, his low tone making Eros's heart race, his metal hook making contact with the skin of her cheek.
She didn't dare move, the sharpness of the hook was only reflected in the moonlight that stared down into the ocean; sweat lined her face as her eyes moved to his, brown looking into blue, "what?" She asked, panting heavily, "what did I do to make you hate me so much?"
"You broke my heart."
He released her from his rather aggressive hold, "what do you mean?" She asked, tears stained her eyes as she rubbed her lips together, "how did I break your heart?"
Eros first met Hook shortly after the death of Mila; he was broken and alone and she was tasked to help him through the break-up, she tried to get him off the path of revenge but he continued to fight her, he continued to push her away and so she just left him but perhaps she left too soon, he needed her and she left him, that was why he was mad.
"I loved you!" He yelled, his eyes becoming like crystalized diamonds, "I... I loved you and... and you left me," his voice cracked as Eros's eyes grew wide, "how could you do that?" He asked, tears rolling down his cheeks but what could she say? "How could you leave me when I need you?" The silence was killing him, he noticed her gaze was dropped to the floor, "and now you can't even look at me!" He ran his good hand through his hair.
"I can't look at you because I loved you too," she replied, drawing a breath, "and maybe under different circumstances, we could be something but..." her voice trailed as she felt the salty tear against her lip "... but it's the first rule of being a cupid," she explained, "I can't have my own partner and a life alone is a lot better than watching you die."
Killian took a hold of his sword and cut the ropes that originally bound her hands, "you may leave," he sighed, watching as she stood up but she stopped upon reaching the door.
"One kiss wouldn't hurt," she muttered with a wide grin; she turned back and pulled him into her, pressing her lips against his and after overcoming the initial shock, he relaxed into her, wrapping his hands around her, "goodbye Killian." She drew a breath and pulled away from him as much as she didn't want to.