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Always, High or Low Tide (+18)

Whitebeard(young but definitely aging)/Reader (AFAB)

Warnings: obviously a size kink, grinding, thigh riding, manhandling, semi public sex (empty ship but it is on deck), maybe a bit of a hand kink?, hand/finger(s) riding, overstimulation, praise kink, and creampie.

If I'm forgetting something let me know.

Oh! This is NOT FOR FATHER'S DAY. I just don't have the patience to wait till tomorrow to post it. Though if you want to read this and still call Whitebeard 'daddy' that's between you and god ig. I don't kink shame here, we're all filth.

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Word count: 2836

(Honestly, at this point am I writing smut for smut or just to post vaguely related mood/setting shots?)

It was quite the special occasion aboard the Moby Dick. A yearly celebration of the official forming of Edward’s crew. The party had long since spilled onto Spinx island, most of the crew evacuating the ship to join the fun elsewhere. And because the latter half of the night was just for the two of you. A sort of date night.

It was hard to get any real privacy on a ship as big as the Moby, chock full of ‘sons’ and ‘daughters’ who, while independent, are more than happy to spend some time with Edward. It was understandable, and you definitely didn’t begrudge them for the impulse. It just made certain moments more… difficult to arrange. Thankfully as captain, Edward was more than capable of pulling some strings. And a party was the perfect distraction. You weren’t sure if there really was anyone left on the ship at this point. If there was, they were likely passed out until well into the afternoon tomorrow.

Which was perfect, because you’d been dying for a bit of alone time with Edward for ages now.

Reclining against his chest, straddling his thigh, you both looked up at the stars as the ship was gently rocked by calm ocean waves. His arm was propped over your legs, dwarfing you considerably as his warmth radiated against the cool breeze. The distant sound of cheers an amusing backdrop to the serene moment.

“Are you comfortable, little wave?” Edward asked, voice rumbling against your back. Rolling your shoulders, you pressed yourself further into his embrace.

“With you? Always.” You murmured, laying your hand over his. With your fingers stretched out, you could barely lace them with his own, but you reveled in the contrast between calloused knuckles and the soft ridges over his veins. Leaning your head back, you looked up at him with a gentle smile. He returned the gesture, the crinkles around his eyes deepening as he chuckled, white moustache shifting with every breath of air.

“You flatter me, little one.” Edward mused, hand brushing over your body to tilt your chin up higher with his knuckles.

“But I never lie.” You responded cheekily, removing your chin to press a kiss to the meat of his palm, just over the first knuckle of his thumb. His hand twitched, fingers drifting over your cheek and into your hairline. Cradling your face, Edward’s thumb moved back, brushing over your lips and sliding over your tongue. Sea salt with a bit of sake invading your senses.

“No. You never do… so go on.” Edward teased, “I know you want to.” Whining a bit in protest to the growing heat across your face, you accepted the invitation. Hips rolling, grinding against his thigh, you struggled to maintain your composure. His thumb ensuring every mewl was heard as it slipped into a moan. Just to be mean, he moved his arm away from you, forcing you to either hold yourself up or lean further into his thigh. Or maybe to view how your muscles tensed along your back beneath your shirt.

At this point, you weren’t sure you could maintain a straight posture, your hands lashing out to grip his thigh. Both of your pants were growing damp as your hips jolted, his thumb pressing harder against your tongue. Sound faded in and out in waves as your fixated on the burn in your own thighs as you dragged your clit over his leg. You wished you had removed your jeans beforehand. And maybe his. The friction of fabric a far cry from the satisfaction of slick skin over skin.

Edward chuckled, free hand brushing over your back to shove your shirt over your head. Fingertips pressing up your spine and forcing you into an arch. Crying out, you switched your grip to his wrist, keenly aware that your bra had fallen free. Breast pressed against his arm, you panted around his thumb, saliva dripping over your lips. His other hand kept a firm pressure between your shoulder blades as he finally slipped his thumb from between your lips, smearing cold spit over your neck and down your chest.

With a pressure just shy of bruising, he swept from sternum to the swell of your breast, flicking your nipple with his thumb. Determined, you kept grinding down onto his lap as heat pooled in your chest. Glancing up with your neck craned back, you looked at Edward’s hot gaze. Though he was barely moving—you could say he was even letting you take the lead—there was no doubt that if he gave the word you’d stop. Even as your muscles twitched in warning.

He pushed you back against him, lifting you from his thigh despite your instinctive cry from the loss of stimulation.

“Easy, my little wave.” Edward soothed you, dragging his hand over your stomach to the zipper of your pants. “I thought you’d like to be… freed.”

With slow but confident movements, he pushed down your jeans, ignoring how wet you were. Now completely naked, he settled you back over his thigh.

“Oh, Edward.” You sighed, arching your back as the fabric of his pants ground over your soaked pussy.

His hand slipped under you, middle fingers curling up between your legs. The tips pressing over your pubic bone.

“Slowly, pretty tidepool. Show me how wet you are.” Gripping his supporting hand still toying with your breasts, you rolled your hips over his palm, thoroughly soaking his hand, “Good… Think you can take them? Or will your pussy struggle before we even get to what you really want?”

Emboldened, you lifted your hips, brushing his still fingers between your slick lips. Drenching them before he changes his mind and allowing your weight to drop slowly, his thick fingers pressed in. With some difficulty, you keened when they finally slipped into your body. Crowding your cunt for space, still you lowered your body until you sat on his hand, panting for air. There was a slight burn—perhaps two fingers at once a bit much to start off with—but the satisfaction when his hand twitched was worth every inch.

Digging into your walls with his fingers, you rocked your hips, now fully held up by his other hand. They reached so deep every time you did this—fuck was it maddening. You almost screamed when he stretched you open, scissoring his finger slowly and abusing his grip on your breasts to lift you up, dragging his wide knuckles in your open pussy. Edward chuckled as you struggled in his grip, body involuntarily twitching as you approached your peak from his hands alone.

His fingers curled again, dragging your pussy open as his knuckles dug into your most sensitive spot.

“That’s it, let go for me. Let me see how good you feel, little one.” Edward crooned, his hand getting drenched as he held you still, his fingers never ceasing their movements. “So beautiful… can my pretty little tidepool handle more? I wouldn’t want to be a cruel man and hurt you on my cock.” He teased.

Hissing through your teeth as he pulled you off his fingers, you glared at him.

“Like you could break me.” You challenged… though maybe not wisely. Edward would never seriously hurt you but well… you knew from past experience he found your overstimulated cries amusing.

“I guess we’ll find out then, won’t we little one?” Edward mused, lifting you up with one hand. With practiced movements, he shoved down his pants, freeing his cock. “I hope you don’t mind me taking a few liberties, little wave. This isn’t how I want you to scream.” Edward warned.

Holding you over his swollen cock, he spread you lips apart. Rubbing your slick pussy over the thick tip and down the side, allowing it to grind over your clit as he spread your wetness over it. You cried out as he used your body effortlessly, preparing the both of you with the aftermath of your previous orgasm. Occasionally, he would press into you, teasing your cunt with the faint stretch over his cock. Showing you how easy it was with your wet cunt.

Nails cutting into his wrist, you keened as he dipped the tip into your cunt again. And kept going. Until he was settled in deep, the stretch no match for the slick that pooled from your cunt and over his cock. Finally, he was as deep as he could go, his balls hot beneath you as he leaned back to make room for you. Like you were the one that needed space between the two of you.

Settled deep in his lap, your feet slipping underneath you with your heels digging into his balls as you panted. Dragging cool air into your heated body. His hands, now only partially holding you up, sensually ran over your exposed body. Digging into your hips and pressing down over the faint swell where his cock bullied your cunt for more room. You keened at the unexpected pressure that did nothing but press his cock deeper into your body.

Then his hot hands retreated entirely, leaving only your weak legs and his thick cock to hold you up. Keening, it was only when he rolled his hips that you got the picture.

Grinding in his lap, you fucked yourself on his dick, moaning as your pussy twitched around him fruitlessly. It wasn’t like he could go any deeper, already rubbing against your cervix, and you’d collapse if you tried to remove him from your body entirely. Keening at the image, you struggled to lift yourself, dragging him from your body by mere inches before you gave out and slammed back down. Edward groaned, hips tensing as his cock twitched.

The sound sent shivers down your spine.

You didn’t care if you did scream at this point, so long as Edward gave you that deep sound again. It vibrated clear to your cunt, it was so loud. So, you sat up again, lifting until you were as high as you could go—half his cock still heavy in your walls—before falling back down. Choking on a groan, he grabbed you, squeezing your body as he held you in place.

“F-Fuck, you’re so tight, little one. D-Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Edward huffed, leaning forward until his hair fell before you in golden waves. It brushed you face with every thrust, the movement aided by his hands on your waist bodily moving you up and down his cock.

You could only cry out, gripping his hands as you fell forward under the onslaught of pleasure. But he never faltered, steadily slamming you against his thighs as he chased both your pleasure. As you grew closer and closer, that heat overwhelming you with every thrust, you reached out and yanked his hair down. When his chin entered your field of view, you leaned against his hold and pressed wet kissed to the underside.

His groans vibrated against your lips as he came, cock twitching as he filled your body with burning heat. Still, he thrust his hips against you, driving his cock deeper, pushing you over the edge until you screamed against his throat.

“E-Ed! Ah—hng—fuck, please!” You babbled, dizzily spiraling down from your high as you licked his throat.

“Not done yet.” That was your only warning as Edward pulled you off his cock, still twitched and leaking cum. Standing, he turned around and laid your back on his chair, draped over the arm rest. “Better hold on tight, little one. I want to see how strong you are.”

You barely had time to grip the wood over you head before his cock slammed back in. His cock rammed in deep, pushing you against the unyielding surface as Edward leaned over you. Lips and snow, white moustache pressing in as his tongue muffled your panting cries.

Still creaming from your last orgasm, Edward was quick to drive you into that burning, overstimulated place. His kiss tasted like sake, filthy wet as he threatened to choke you with his tongue. Crying around his tongue, you had nowhere to go and no choice but to either listen to the lewd, wet sound of his cock driving into your cunt, or scream loud enough to carry clear over the ocean. His movements didn’t stop, still harsh against your body as you cried out over and over again, the very breath from your lungs being pushed out of you.

Both your thighs were soaked, his belt buckle slapping against you ass when he lifted your hips up higher for his pleasure. And still he kissed you, pressing your head into the arm rest as his grip made the wood groan under his hands.

You screamed into his lips as you came again, drenching the chair beneath you. His cock drilled into you harshly still, not stopping or slowing down as you strained against his hold. Burning overstimulation dragging another orgasm from you when he finally groaned, forcing his cock as far as it would go. The mix of your pleasure was hot as it ran down your body, cooling slowly in the night air as you both panted.

Edward looked down at you with a pleased expression, cock resting heavy in your body. Shaking and exhausted, you smiled.

“I told you, you couldn’t break me.”

He snorted, lifting you as he stood up and swept your clothes into one hand.

Cock still sank deep in your dripping cunt, he held you to his chest as he made his way to your rooms. Every step forcing a small moan from your lips with increasing frequency.

Rather than letting you down on the bed, he detoured to the bathroom and turned on the water. Sinking down into the slowly rising pool, Edward groaned.

“So you did, little wave.” Edward smiled, rubbing your back, “Let me enjoy your warmth for a while longer.”

Yet his hand drifted down to where your pussy met the base of his cock. Slipping between them and teasing your clit.

“L-Little more than enjoying, Ed.” You whined, overstimulated but so wet.

“I’m a pirate, little one.” Edward leaned down to whisper in your ear as the hot water rose to lap at your thighs, “We’re known for our decadence.”

This time, your orgasm was a slow one. It wound around your cunt, slipping through your sensitive walls, and spilled over you. Driven by every brush of his thumb over your clit, you whined loudly.

The water shut off, heat now engulfing you all the way to your breasts.

Hips helplessly twitched and driving his cock to rub against your walls.

“Keep going. There’s still time to break you yet.” Edward grinned with the sensual threat. “I can’t consider you broken if you’re not begging for mercy, can I little one?”

Edward put his hand on your back pushing you against his chest. Gently shoving you up his body and off his cock only to let you sink back down. Your nails dragged down his chest, lips smothering moans between his pecks. But he still kept going.

You didn’t often have time to fuck, but when you did it seemed to never end.

His hand slipped under the water to grip your ass, pressing his finger against his cock like he thought there would ever be room for more than the thick member. Still, the threat dragged you under again.

The heat from the bath and his cock made you dizzy. Time melting like you melted against his chest until you could only whimper with every drag of his cock.

You weren’t sure if you came several more times or just rode the high of a single orgasm. Your pussy clenched around him as he came one last time. Replacing everything he fucked out of you with a deep, resonating groan.

Distantly, you realized you had been crying out, the cold water finally reaching your fucked state of mind.

“—please Edward, I need it. I need you, please cum, I feel so empty on your cock—” The sheer filth you begged for heated your face as your buried your head into his neck.

It was a strangely bittersweet relief when he finally lifted you off his cock. Your cunt twitched around the empty space where he used to be. Edward chuckled, draining the water to refill it again.

“Looks like I can break you after all, little one.” Edward teased, pressing a kiss to your burning cheek before sliding his lips down for a proper kiss. When you breathlessly tugged his hair for air he reluctantly pulled back, tongue slipping over your lips as he chased your taste, “Still strong enough to take everything I give though, aren’t you?”

Panting, dizzy, and shaking with exhaustion, you chuckled in satisfaction.

“Always.”

Edward smiled softly down at you, crow’s feet riding the tops of his cheekbones. You’d probably have to be carried around for a while, but it was worth it.

Im looking for a whitebeard pirates fanfic on AO3 I don't remember the title sadly but I remember that the mc name is faith and that she is a medic of sort I think??(I'm sorry I really don't remember much 😭😭) and her village was raided by pirate hunters and I remember that the island they're on was under whitebeard's protection. ik that's not useful much but plzzz if u know it tell me