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lighthouseofstories · 8 months

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Devotion

10.09.2023

TW: Soft NSFW, Creampie, Oral Sex-Female Receiving, Vaginal Penetration.

A Happy Late Birthday Hawkins! Our mystical tarot man has quickly become one of my faves! This was in part inspired by the song 'Devotion- by Hurts) if anyone wants to have a listen.

You often reflect, that being with Hawkins is like being with some ethereal being. His calm, collected nature and mystical outlook on life set him apart from the pirates around him. His face is often stoic, many not familiar with him accuse him of being cold and unfeeling, unable to express a shred of emotion. But there are two of you who know this to not be true, one is Hawkins’ long-time friend and subordinate Faust and the second is you, his lover. He holds you both in the highest regard and values the opinions of you two above anyone else, a trust you feel great love for.

It is in peaceful moments like these, with the dark cabin illuminated by candles and the soft shine of moonlight filtering through the window, that Hawkins shows you the love and unwavering devotion he feels towards you.

Your hair is scattered across the pillow and your head tilted to the side to expose the smooth and sensitive skin of your neck to Hawkins. Every gentle kiss Hawkins places across your neck is a soft caress, an act of worship to you who is a part of his soul, but also an act of possession; you belong to him, belong here in his arms fate after all decreed it to be so.

Hawkins’ smooth hand gently strokes its way down your body and grasps at the hem of your white nightgown, gently pushing it up your legs until more of your delicate skin is on display. His hand then travels lower, and lower, until it reaches your still-clothed womanhood; clothed but already soaked through at Hawkins’ gentle touch. He gently pulls them down your legs and you slightly lift yourself to help him. Once those are on the floor and out of his way, he begins to gently move down your body, peppering his path with kisses as he goes until his lips reach between your legs. Hawkins gently spreads your legs wider and leans down, enveloping your sensitive nub between his lips.

“Hawkins! Oh.” You breathily gasp out and your hands fly to his hair, gently grabbing a hold of it to keep him in this spot where he now ignited a fire within you. As Hawkins gently runs his tongue over your nub, slowly, gently allowing your pleasure to rise, you can’t stop the gasps and small moans that escape you.

“Ohh!” You suddenly moan as Hawkins pushes two fingers into you and curls them against your spot deep inside.

With the fire quickly rising, “Hawkins, I’m oh! I’m close!” You whimper out.

“Cum for me y/n.” Hawkins tells you as he once more brings his lips around your nub, an action that causes the heat within you to burst, spreading warmth throughout your body. Hawkins doesn’t stop his ministrations helping you to ride out your orgasm to the fullest. Only when you gently started pushing at his head, in slight pain from the immediate overstimulation did he stop to give you time to recover.

Out of breath and body limp from the pleasure running through your nerves, you just about manage to turn your head to look at Hawkins with a soft look in your eyes. You stretch your arms out to embrace him and softly call to him, “Hawkins.”

Hawkins enthralled with you as he is, readily leans into your embrace, resting his head against yours.

You spread your legs as your hands come to rest on his trousers. “Hawkins let me help you. I want you to feel good too. Won’t you let us be one?” You gently murmur into his ears as you nuzzle your head against his.

Hawkins lets you help him untie his sash and belt before he steps back and takes off his trousers and underwear before gently pulling the nightgown over your head and allowing it to fall to the floor with he rest of the garments. Hawkins gives himself a few strokes before leaning down to rest his head against yours as he kisses you briefly before lining up with your entrance.

He gives you a last look, making sure you’re alright to continue, It has been an exhausting few days after all, with marines and foolish weak pirates on your tail. When you smile at him and nod, he slowly pushes into your entrance, being careful not to rush and hurt you. Hawkins is big and knows taking him is always a stretch for your daintier form. But he loves to be within you, connected so deeply and intimately in a way that no other shall ever be. Having you so intimately in his arms truly allows him to show the depths of his feelings for you.

You both moan as Hawkins bottoms out. Hawkins attempts to give you time to adjust but as you begin to move your hips all of his resolve is lost. Like a man starved, Hawkins begins to thrust strongly into you all the while leaving desperate kisses all over your bare body. To him, this was his way of worshiping you, his way of showing devotion in the most private and intimate sense.

You who always stands by him and holds unwavering trust in him. Who lets him protect you when the situation calls for it. There is no other Hawkins would wish to be his partner, a part of his soul. “Y/n your fate is mine as mine is yours. Fate has decreed my love shall be yours, I will love you and keep you safe.” Hawkins whispers his promise against your neck, all his emotions laid bare for you to hear.

It doesn’t take long for him to feel your walls begin to tighten around him. It’s been a while since the two of you had the time and safety to spend the night so intimately. The feeling of your wet walls clenching around him combined with your gasps and whimpers has Hawkins gasping and pressing desperate kisses against your head, neck and anywhere his mouth can reach.

“Hawkins~Oh! Yess!! I’m~ I’m so close.” You whimper out in pleasure and Hawkins let’s his arm trail down to your womanhood where he gently starts rubbing at your nub.

It doesn’t take long before you cry out and your walls begin to spasm around his cock. He continues thrusting, bringing your overstimulated walls to another orgasm. As he begins to feel his own end approaching his thrusts become more rough and erratic, the head of his cock kissing your cervix with each thrust, turning you into a moaning incomprehensible mess. With a last desperate thrust, he buries himself as deep as he can, pressing right against the opening of your cervix and he lets himself cum. His thick seed shooting straight to your womb where he secretly hopes it will take.

After catching his breath he pulls out, watching as his cum drips out of you. The sight almost makes him want to take you again, but you both need your rest.

He leaves the warmth of your embrace to get a bowl of warm water from his bathroom and makes sure to pour some scented oils into it.

He comes back and sees you barely awake and smiles. He dips a washcloth into the bowl of water and begins to gently clean you up. When you’re clean he washes himself and pours the water away in the bathroom.

Not wishing for you to catch a chill, he takes out a fresh nightgown for you from the wardrobe and helps you into it before he puts on a loose pair of trousers for the night. Spent and exhausted, Hawkins collapses next to you in the bed and pulls you close to rest against his chest.

The cabin is once more enveloped by the peace of the night. The candles are burning low, enveloping the room in a shadowy warmth, while the ship gently sways and creaks on the quiet sea. Here in your arms, Hawkins allows himself to rest his head on top of yours, breathing in your scent. On nights like these, the weight is lifted off his shoulders, even if momentarily. He for a moment isn’t a pirate captain who has to think through hundreds of different outcomes and make decisions appropriately, he is simply your lover, a part of your soul that fate decreed should be brought together.

“Hawkins” you tiredly whisper his name and he moves his head to look at you.

Barely awake, you smile at him. “ “I love you, Hawkins. I’m glad that fate has brought me to you.”

Hawkins smiles at you and how peaceful you look having drifted off to sleep. Basil Hawkins is a man who believes and trusts in fate wholeheartedly. This trust in fate has brought him to you and you to him and for that Hawkins is thankful.

Your hair is scattered across the pillow and your head is tilted to the side to expose the smooth and sensitive skin of your neck to Hawkins. Every gentle kiss Hawkins places across your neck is a soft caress, an act of worship to you who is a part of his soul, but also an act of possession; you belong to him, belong here in his arms fate after all decreed it to be so.

“Ohh!” You suddenly moan as Hawkins pushes two fingers into you and curls them against your spot deep inside.

With the fire quickly rising, “Hawkins, I’m oh! I’m close!” You whimper out.

Hawkins enthralled with you as he is, readily leans into your embrace, resting his head against yours.

Hawkins lets you help him untie his sash and belt before he steps back and takes off his trousers and underwear before gently pulling the nightgown over your head and allowing it to fall to the floor with the rest of the garments. Hawkins gives himself a few strokes before leaning down to rest his head against yours as he kisses you briefly before lining up with your entrance.

He gives you a last look, making sure you’re alrigh to continue, it has been an exhausting few days after all, with marines and foolsh weak pirates on your tail. When you smile at him and nod, he slowly pushes into your entrance,being careful not to rush and hurt you. Hawkins is big and knows taking him is always a stretch for your daintier form. But he loves to be within you, connected so deeply and intimately in a way which no other shall ever be. Having you so intimately in his arms truly allows him to show the depths of his feelings for you.

You both moan as Hawkins bottoms out. Hawkins attempts to give you time to adjust but as you begin to move your hips all of his resolve is lost. Like a man starved, Hawkins begins to thrust strongly into you all the while leaving desperate kisses all over your bare body. To him, this was his way of worshipping you, his way of showing devotion in the most private and intimate sense.

“Hawkins~Oh! Yess!! I’m~ I’m so close.” You whimper out in pleasure and Hawkins let’s his arm trail down to your womanhood where he gently starts rubbing at your nub.

After catching his breath he pulls out, watching as his cum drips out of you. The sight almost makes him want to take you again, but you both need your rest.

He leaves the warmth of your embrace to get a bowl of warm water from his bathroom and makes sure to pour some scented oils into it.

“Hawkins” you tiredly whisper his name and he moves his head to look at you.

Barely awake, you smile at him. “I love you, Hawkins. I’m glad that fate has brought me to you.”

#one piece x reader #One Piece Hawkins #One Piece Hawkins x Reader #One Piece Hawkins OneShot #I love this man and declare him one of my husbands #He needs more love!

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lighthouseofstories · 8 months

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Little Stowaway

08/09/23 TW: Child Slave, alludes to past child abuse and neglect, four grown men try to figure out what to do with a small girl.

Summary: 273 is a nameless child slave with only a number for identity, who hopes to escape her abusive captors. During a fight with another pirate crew, the perfect opportunity to run presents itself. She sneakily manages to stowaway on the new pirates' ship and hides herself. But what will happen when the crew of this infamous ship finds her before she has a chance to leave for land?

Marco runs his hand through his hair and sighs in frustration. Throughout the day he keeps picking up a presence on the ship, but like a light breeze, it’s gone as soon as it appears. For someone to be able to hide their presence like this, they were certainly worthy of being considered a danger in Marco’s books.

It’s late and Pops as well as a good deal of the crew have retired for the night, so Marco convinces himself it isn’t an imminent enough threat to concern Pops and instead, he decides to speak to Thatch about it.

Finding Thatch was easy, he is setting up for tomorrow’s breakfast in the galley. “Oi Thatch, I need you to keep an eye out. I think there’s someone on the ship. But they’re trying to hide their presence so it makes it hard to track them.”

Thatch stops cutting the onions and turns to look at Marco with a frown. “You think they’re a threat?” He asks seriously.”

Marco just runs a hand through his hair and shrugs. “Who knows. But I’d rather keep up my guard than not yoi.”

Thatch nods in understanding. He is going to say something else but at that moment Izo walks into the galley and looks curiously between Marco and Thatch. “You two look rather concerned. Anything I should know?” He calmly raises an elegant brow.

Marco sighs as he replies to Izo, “I think we have a stowaway. I catch glimpses of their presence only for it to disappear again. I’m wondering whether someone from the ship we decided to take down earlier decided to sneak on board in hopes of getting revenge on us for crushing them yoi.”

Izo contemplates for a moment before he speaks up, “But if they wanted revenge, why haven’t they acted on it yet?”

Thatch shrugs. “Maybe they’re waiting for a good opportunity?”

“Well regardless of their plan, we better keep our eyes open yoi.” Marco warns the two who nod in agreement.

Later that evening Izo is taking a stroll around the ship, just checking that everything is in order and nothing is amiss when he hears some light shuffling coming from behind the crate boxes that hadn’t been put away yet. Curious and concerned about Marco’s words, he listens carefully, his hand on his gun. But after standing there for a while, Izou concludes that this doesn’t sound like the movements of a trained fighter, especially not when a small sneeze is heard. With a theory formed in his head, Izou heads to Thatch for resources to put his plan to work.

Thatch is undoubtedly incredibly confused about why Izo wants the buns from Lunch, even telling him that if he’s hungry he’ll just make him something fresh to eat, but on Izou’s refusal he gives in and hands the plate over, grumbling all the while.

Returning to the pile of crates, Izo leans against them and places the plate on a low crate next to him, then, opening a newspaper he pretends to be busy.

Way quicker than he expected, the shuffling returns, and hesitantly a small hand reaches up to the crate and towards the plate of buns.

Acting quickly, Izo leans down and packs up the small figure under the arms, lifting them up to see the culprit.

His eyes soften at the sight in his arms. A scruffy-looking girl who can’t be more than six is staring at him with green eyes wide with fear. He sighs and does his best to give her a soft smile. "It’s alright I won’t hurt you, but there is someone we need to go and talk to.” Then still holding her under his arm, he picks up the plate of buns off the floor and heads back to the kitchen.

“You’re back this quick-!?” Thatch’s words are cut midpoint as he turns around and sees the small figure that Izo is still holding.

“Izo, who is that!?” Thatch yells loudly as he continues to stare at the girl who’s desperately trying to disappear in Izo’s arms.

“Shh! Do you plan on waking up the whole ship Thatch!?” Izo angrily hisses but then calms himself down. “Thatch, can you go and find Marco? I’m worried she’ll try to run if I let her go. Tell him I’ve found his stowaway.”

Still staring at the girl in shock, Thatch nods but fills a pitcher with water and looks around for a small cup the girl can have. “Tch I don’t think we have anything small for her to drink from and I could of at least heated those buns before you gave them to her.” Thatch eventually takes a sake cup and puts it down in front of Izo and the girl before heading out to find Marco.

Meanwhile, Izo puts the girl down next to him but keeps a light grip on her shoulders as he tells her, “We won’t hurt you. You can have these buns and there’s also water. But eat slowly.”

The girl watches him carefully, like a small spooked animal ready to flee for its life, but eventually hunger wins over and she quickly takes a bun and starts to devour it. Then another and another. She takes gulps of water in between to help her swallow them and Izo refills the sake glass. He watches the girl with a frown on his face, he’s curious about how long she’s been hiding from them and who exactly she is. Judging from her appearance she wasn’t treated well wherever she is from.

The door opens and in comes Thatch with Marco by his side.

Marco’s eyebrows shoot up at the sight of the little girl and Thatch just shrugs his shoulders next to him. “I did tell you, you need to see it for yourself.”

Marco sighs and sits down next to the girl who flinches, bumping into Izo who steadies her so she doesn’t end up falling off the stool. Marco holds up his arms in surrender and smiles. “Woah woah I won’t hurt you yoi. say kid, do you have a name?”

She tenses up, watching the three men warily but responds, “273 or girl, or you.” She responds and continues to devour the last few buns.

Her response has the three men stunned into silence as they look at each other with serious faces. Who doesn’t have a name and is just a number?

Alright kiddo, how about your age? How old are you?” Thatch asks with a small smile.

She frowns and shakes her head. “I don’t know.”

“You.. don’t know?” Thatch asks hesitantly.

She shakes her head and avoids eye contact.

“What exactly… should we do Marco? She’s not a threat… but she did stowaway.” Izo asks with a frown.

“But She’s a very cute stowaway” Thatch smiles and pinches the girl's cheek who looks very lost at the words.

Marco sighs and takes off his glasses, rubbing his eyes tiredly, looking like he aged another ten years in the time they've been in the kitchen. “Kid, where did you come from and why are you on this ship?”

“I wasn’t trying to be trouble! I just want to go away! I thought this ship would stop on the island and I could leave when everyone was asleep. But then you didn’t and I ended up stuck here.” She hurriedly tells them while wildly shaking her head.

“Alright did you come from the ship with the Jolly Roger that has an eyepatch?” Marco asks and she nods.

“What are we going to tell pops?” Thatch asks the question on everyone’s minds.

“What are we telling pops?” A tired voice asks and all three men’s heads shoot in the direction of the door where Ace is yawning.

Ace suddenly stops in his tracks and stares at the girl sitting next to Izo. His eyes widen and he points at her. But before he has a chance to say anything, Thatch hisses at him.“Shh ace close the door! Do you want the whole ship to hear?!”

Ace does as he’s told and goes to sit opposite Izo and the girl. “Soo who is this? Do one of you have a secret child you suddenly found out about?” Ace teases them with a grin.

Thatch’s eyebrow twitches and he hits Ace over the head.

Marco just sighs for what feels like the hundredth time that night. “We found her hiding behind the crates or technically Izo found her and managed to get a hold of her. We were just discussing what to tell pops tomorrow in regards to her yoi.”

Ace looks at the girl and grins, “Heh, you’re a cute stowaway aren’t you?”

“See? That’s what I said.” Thatch smugly tells the others

“Alright, we can’t show her to pops like this. Missy you’re going to need a bath. Any volunteers yoi?” Marco asks as he points at the girl.

Ace shrugs, “ You’re the doctor.”

Thatch points at Izo, “Izo found her.”

Izo looks at Ace with a scowl. “Aren’t you the one with younger siblings?”

“Sibling, Luffy is younger than me and Sabon was the same age as me. And don’t you also have a younger sibling Izo? Also, as one of the people with the longest hair, you’re probably the best suited for fixing… this…” Ace shrugs before he gestures to the girls matted hair.

Izo sighs, giving in. “Fine, but find her something to wear. She can’t walk around in this.” he gestures at the threadbare dress that just about goes above her knees. With that, Izo stands up and smiles down at the girl. “Come on then, time for a bath.” He doesn’t wait for a response before he scoops her up into his arms and heads to the infirmary bathroom.

After the bath, Izo dries the girl off and wraps a towel around her. Then still in a towel he sits her down on a chair and takes a look at her matted hair. He takes an old brush of his and sets to work on trying to detangle the bird's nest on her head.

Unfortunately, even though it was drowned in conditioner, this mess is simply beyond the help of a hairbrush. A quick look down at the girl shows she’s got a white grip on the chair and trembling eyes that are desperately trying to hold back tears.

He sighs and puts the brush down, “I’m sorry little one, I should have just gone to the easiest option from the beginning. Let’s give you a bit of a makeover alright?” With that, he picks up the scissors and carefully sets on cutting her hair into a manageable state.

Sometime later Izou stands back to observe his work. Her once tangled hair that resembled a bird’s nest is now up to her chin and waving slightly. After a moment of thinking, Izou also gives her a fringe. Now, Izo can’t help but smile. This, he decides is a massive improvement from her earlier state.

The night is chilly, so he dries her hair off with the towel and then dresses her in the spare shirt one of the guys found for her. It’s long enough to touch the floor and too wide so he wraps the sash that comes with it around her several times to secure it a bit more to her tiny body. Due to a lack of child-sized socks and shoes, her feet will, unfortunately, have to remain bare for now.

Izo nods at his finished handiwork, meanwhile, big green eyes just blink at him in confusion while looking down at the clothes she was wearing in awe.

Meeting up with the others in the kitchen Izo puts her back down on the chair that she unfortunately has to kneel on to be able to see the top of the table.

“What happened to her hair?!” Thatch almost drops his drink in shock.

Izo just sighs. “It wasn’t cooperating so it had to go. Besides, this is for the better. It can grow out healthily now”

“You still look cute, don’t worry and you’ve got a lovely hair colour.” Ace tells her as he gestures to her reddish brown locks with a smile.

She shyly smiles and looks down at her lap.

“Anyways, while you’ve been gone Izo, it’s been decided that she’ll sleep in the infirmary and I’ll stay there with her. I’m the morning, I’ll go explain the situation to pops and one of you will stay with her until I come and get you yoi.”

Marco finishes and looks at the girl who’s fighting to keep her eyes open and is leaning against Izo.

Pfft Marco has to look away to not laugh at the adorable sight. He has never seen Izo so soft with someone before, over a span of a few hours this girl has somehow managed to worm her way to his caring side.

After they finish discussing what to do with the girl who’s now asleep in Izou’s lap and solidifying their plan for tomorrow, it's decided everyone should try and get some rest.

Seeing as the girl is holding onto his sleeve and refuses to let go even in her sleep, Izo has no choice but to pick her up and carry her to the infirmary with Marco having gone ahead to get her a bed ready.

In the infirmary he gives up trying to free her hands from his haori and just carefully takes it off and lets her cuddle up with it.

The action makes Izo smile. He hopes pops will go easy on her tomorrow, she’s so small and deserves to have a chance for a better life.

One last look at the sleeping girl and a goodnight to Marco he leaves for his own room, tomorrow is going to be a long day.

#one piece #One Piece Marco #One Piece Thatch #One Piece Izo #One Piece Ace #One Piece Whitebeard Pirates

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