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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.

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 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.