HI! Lady Writer here 🙂 I’ve written this for all the Edward Kenway fans put there. Edward/Fem!Reader, in her Point Of View (POV).

I hope you enjoy even if I can write better than this, and even though it’s a really over-used idea. >//////////<

Even so, if someone wants to send me a promp for a fic, I could write something basing the story on a confession you’ve received; just point me to it.

(By the way, you can call me Lady Writer, like the Dire Straits song.)

MUCH LOVE & A HUGE THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME SUBMIT THIS. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Sailing

As a pirate girl, I always thought everything was goin’ fine as long as I was free, sailing aboard a certain man’s ship. Not that I wanted said man, though.

Blonde, blue eyes, broad shoulders and to-die-for muscles.

Not to mention his attitude.

Anyway, I was leading the steering wheel, bored to death, and then there he was, as if summoned by my own boredom to keep me company.

“Hey gal, you bored?” he told me. I glanced to see he was only half dressed, probably recently awoken from a nap… Or from last night’s rum-induced dreams. Whatever!

“Nah, just a little.” I said. “Why? You comin’ to entertain me?”

“Don’t ya ‘ave the seas for that?” he asked, his calloused hand resting on mine on the wooden steering wheel.

“M-maybe.” I played defensive, dirty thoughts going straight to my mind when that hand touched mine. Fuck… if only he weren’t that attractive…

But then I wouldn’t be part of his crew.

“Maybe?” he mimicked my voice, his hands reaching over to my back. “Come on, straighten up! Or else yer losin’ grip.”

“Aye, Cap’n.” I answered, trying to use that… ‘pirate-tongue’ they talked.

“What, are you a sea-child now?” I bit my tongue not to ask what the fuck a ‘sea-child’ was. “Who got your tongue?”

“Y-no one.”

Fuck! That one had been close; me almost admitting it was always him in my wet dreams. Because, yes, I’ve had them before. They were easier to hide when on the shore, but abroad… that was another story, a completely different one. That’s why I always slept away from everybody else, usually in a different place every night. Even so, I had never had the opportunity to go sleep inside the Captain’s Room.

But a lot of bitches have. Not that I was jealous, of course.

“Oooh… so your man’s name starts with a Y.” he said, half joking. I know it from the way his blue eyes gleamed, because his tone was deadly serious.

“No.” I said, unable to bit my tongue.

“No? But I thought you said…”

“I didn’t say anything!” I cut him short.

Suddenly, my back was against the steering wheel, his arms on both sides and trapping me, and I had to lift my head to look at his face. Just as I was about to ask what the fuck was with the sudden rage outburst, he spoke in a threatening tone:

“You need a lesson how to behave in my ship. You, my room, tonight.” I was speechless and couldn’t do anything more than look as his smirk grew bigger and his eyes felt upon my chest. “Mmm… I don’t know if I’ll enjoy this one… Breasts too small.”

“WHAT?!?!” I snapped. “I’M NOT A PUPPY YOU CAN ORDER AROUND AS IF I WERE YOURS!!!!”

“Oh, you’re gonna be.” he whispered, going closer to my ear. “You, me, my room, tonight. Don’t be late, sea-child.”

I can’t describe how I felt when night arrived. Aroused, yes. Scared the fuck out, yes. Apprehensive, maybe. Wanting to meet him? Absolutely yes.

So I had no other choice than to knock on the door, hoping to catch a little more of his tattooed, muscled chest. He answered right away.

“Aye, sea-child. Finally. Been waiting. Don’t ever make your Cap’n wait.”

“Fuck you.” I answered without thinking. He smirked and slapped my ass as I entered his room and I gasped. “The fuck was that for?!”

“It was for yer ass, I didn’t miss.” I tried to slap him back, he caught me by the wrist with a hand and closed the door with the other.

“Let me go!” I struggled. But then he threw me over the table, and I gasped yet again when I felt his hands creeping my lower back. “Fuck off!” I tried to push my skirt back downwards, but he caught both my hands in his, proving me that he was stronger than what I’d initially thought – if I had even thought about it when he slapped my ass, that kinky bastard…

“Quit the struggling.”  he growled low in his throat, making my head spin and my breathe stop. “Or I’ll just tie ya up.” I kept still and was rewarded with another growl as he pushed my skirt up to display my lingerie. “…sea-girl…”

I didn’t dare move when his hand cupped my ass cheeks, caressing my through the white fabric. I shivered when his leg between mine forced me to open them.

Then, he was on his knees, kissing my ass. Literally.

I cried.

“Mm, so you like it dirty, hmm?” he teased. “Call me.”

“Captain…” I muttered as he continued with his ministrations, slowly teasing me. “Please…”

“Tell me what you want, sea-girl.” he told me.

“I want you to…” my breathe caught in my throat and I couldn’t speak for a moment. He, against all bets, waited for my brain to catch up. “…fuck me…” I finished in a whisper, thinking he might not have heard me but not wanting to repeat it any louder.

“Oh? Is that so…?” his hands lowered my underwear and I struggled again, but once more he held me in place, bent over the table. “Quiet.” he growled.

I don’t know what the fuck he did, as I couldn’t see a damned thing from my position. All I know is that he made me cry out loud. So loud, I bet every fucking pirate heard me shouting for him.

When I could concentrate in the feelings, I realized he was eating my pussy from behind, his stubble scratching against my thighs and making me spin. I was getting closer with every lazy stroke of his skilled tongue over my by now soaked clitoris, but then the motherfucker decided it was the perfect time to stop all actions.

“Edward!” I protested. He made me straighten up lacing his arm around my waist, and I held onto him while he did it, my ass now against his crotch. “Edward…” I called again.

“Tell me.” he growled.

“Why’d you stop…?”

“Because I want to see you.” he told me in a silky, low groan.

Then, he took me into his arms and sat me on the table, lowering my dress just enough for my breasts to stay out of the fabric. Opening my legs once more, he stood in between them, removing his faded white shirt. My fingers went up to caress his toned, sun-kissed pectorals, but he stopped me short.

“Edward!” I protested, now reduced to a moaning mess, desperate for his touch.

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he knelt before me and started eating me again. I cried once more, and all his response was a lick over my clit. My legs turned into jelly. Edward laced them around his neck and allowed me to run my fingers over his long, blonde locks.

My eyes were focused on his mouth, my mouth closing and opening, my tongue rolling with his name. I had to close my eyes when his lips opened and closed, kissing my pussy. Then, I looked and the sight made me cry.

He was actually gazing up at me, hawking my reactions, earning himself sounds.

“Cap… tain… Ed…dward…” I moaned, shaking helplessly.

I couldn’t believe he was eating me out without even giving me a kiss.

And I mean, on the lips.

On my face.

Not so down below.

But I loved it anyways.

“Why the fuck d’ya stop now?” I moaned when he retaliated from me, making me lay flat on the table.

“For this.” he said. “But moan my name. Full. Aye, sea-girl?”

“Aye, Cap’n.”

Then, I swear to God he made me scream like no man had ever made me.

He was so… big, and not afraid to show it to me.

He paused when he was completely in, letting me adjust. Oh great. As if needed more still-time; I just needed him to move. Then, he started going in and out. I moaned, his name constantly in my lips, him the only thing in my mind.

Given a minute more, he crawled completely atop of me, and my legs went up to circle his waist. He buried his face on the side of my neck, breathing over my heated skin, making me even more desperate for a kiss from those perfect lips. My fingers went to the scar on his cheek, and he moaned in my ear while I drew the line.

This was repeated several times, as I drew all the lines of his scars along his face and back, and yes it does include one over his perfect ass. I wonder who was brave enough than to hurt him there and how the hell he managed to survive without sitting for probably more than a month when he can’t even walk straight every night from all the strong rum he drinks.

But all thoughts were quickly pushed away from my mind as he impaled me more and more and more, in and out, in and out until I cried.

I swear I thought I couldn’t cum so much, but I did around his thick cock.

Then again, he was coming, too.

He laid atop of me for the longest time, and then he retaliated from inside me and scooped me into his strong arms. I moaned, letting him do whatever he wanted with me.

I must admit that, for a moment, I thought he was going to let me outside his door in a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am way; but he surprised me as much as he did in a daily basis.

He carried me to the bed and let me down there, covering me with his covers.

“Come here…” I moaned. “Don’t let me alone…”

“Sea-girl, I ‘ave a boat to sail.” he reminded me in a quiet tone, soothing me. “But I’ll be ‘ere when ya wake up. Promised.” He leant down and kissed my forehead.

“Before you go…” I moaned. He looked at me, a hand still tangled in my hair. “Give me a kiss. A real one.”

“Commanding me?” he put on his trade-mark smirk. “How was it… I’m not a puppy you can order around as if I were yours, maybe?”

I blushed, recognizing my own words.

“Yes, I said that.” I muttered. “Because I’m not a puppy.”

“Oh? Then what are you?”

“I’m your sea-girl…” I answered as I drifted off to sleep. “…what does it mean anyway…?”

“Means I love you and I am yours.” Edward muttered as he kissed my now half parted and asleep lips before putting his shirt back on and leaving.            . On his way to the door, though, he came across my panties, and he smirked, taking them and placing them under the pillow. “Fuck, the old heart made a perfect decision for once…”