anon requested:
Can I request a n/sfw with Whitebeard where he uses his devil fruit for ummm vibrations and such? Please and thank you!!
Written by: Bee 🐝 @secretsnailor Anon. Are we friends? Did one of my friends write this as a gift for ME? If so, thank you my friend. :D And if NOT, anon. We should be friends because your ideas? 🤝 Go hand-in-hand with mine! I had already started writing something for this and this gave me the boost I needed to finish, so THANK YOU. You didn't say which gender, so I hope F!Reader is alright! If not, you can always come back and ask for GN/M because 🙈 I love me a good Whitebeard prompt.
Whitebeard x F!Reader / NSFW / 2.5k Summary: Learning Whitebeard could vibrate his own dick, you were determined to try it at least once. How could you not? Warnings: Size difference, cock warmer, kinda exhibitionism, and comes on reader.
You moaned shakily as you felt the walls of your vagina clamp down on the cock currently stuffing you full. It was hard to breathe, the stretch of it on the cusp of too much. Even worse—or better, it really depended on your point of view—the low vibration that caused his dick to constantly jitter inside of you was driving you crazy. Still, the vibration was so weak it barely did anything except work you up with no hint of release.
A dark chuckle made his dick twitch within you and you keened. How long had you been in this position? It felt like ages. You almost regretted asking to do this. Almost. But really, how could you resist? You’re not sure how it came up, but once you found out that Edward could vibrate his own dick you were a goner. You absolutely had to try. Why the Gura Gura no Mi was even capable of doing that was of little concern to you. However, as always, he was worried about hurting you. Although you were taller than average, averages meant nothing to this beast of a man. Edward only agreed to try after you were thoroughly adjusted.
Which brought you to your current position. You were basically a cock warmer for him at this point, something he was greatly enjoying no doubt.
“Doing okay, my dear?” Whitebeard rumbled affectionately from above you.
“Fineeee,” you drawled, sucking down the spit gathering in your mouth. “I’m—ah—ready?” you offered timidly. As expected, all you got back was a distracted hum.
The arm that was pressed against your stomach shifted slightly as he used his hand to flip the page. Edward had positioned himself with his legs stretched out, sitting up in bed, an arm keeping you against his chest. Sitting on his lap like this, you had nowhere to go. He was reading a book while you got ‘comfortable’, he claimed.
An excited knock at the door made your eyes widen as you started squirming. Edward’s arm didn’t move; instead, it pinned you harder against his chest as an excited voice called out, “Pops!” The pressure of his arm against your stomach made all the air whoosh out of you as you struggled to breathe.
It was Ace. Luckily, enough bitching had taught him to at least knock now, whereas before he would just barge right in. Still, Whitebeard put down his book and grabbed up the discarded blanket and pulled it over your legs—covering his as well—letting up the pressure and allowing you to take in more air.
“Eddie,” you hissed with concern. “Let me up!”
“Come in!” Edward called, ignoring you completely. Your nails dug into his skin as you watched with terror as the door swung open.
“Hey Pops! Hey y/n!” Ace greeted. You mumbled back before folding your arms over Edward’s forearm and burrowing your head into them. As if trying to hide away would stop this from happening. Or distract you from the still buzzing cock inside you.
“What’s wrong with her?” You heard Ace ask quizzically, likely gesturing at you. Normally you weren’t this anti-social.
Edward’s answering laugh jostled you from your perch, his cock adjusting minutely inside. You bit down on your tongue hard enough that the taste of copper filled your mouth and you swallowed blood along with your saliva.
“She’s not feeling well but won’t sleep until I do,” Eddie answered, the sound strangely distant as ringing filled your ears. Swallowing desperately, you worked to keep your breathing level as the bouncing dick kept going. “Women,” he said, tone fondly exasperated. Silently you seethed under the sexist implication but said nothing, fearing that if you tried to argue Edward would simply increase the vibrations and make you moan right into Ace’s face.
The sheer embarrassment at the thought alone made you clench your vagina and Edward chuckled. The arm around you moved, as he adjusted slightly, probably looking casual as Ace chattered on unawares. But for you, the arm lifted you just a tad, letting you feel the long slide of his cock as it convulsed its way out of you.
You grit your teeth against the slow drag as his cock slid out a few meager inches before slowly settling you back down. The ride made you bite into his forearm, trying desperately not to moan but, despite trying, a low groan managed to escape. Tears welled up in the corners of your eyes in shame. Still, it didn’t stop your hips from wiggling, chasing the feeling. But it was no use, his length was once again fully sheathed inside of you.
“You okay? Pops, should I get Marco?” Ace asked, all sweet concern and you could have just died. After this you were going to kill Whitebeard, you swore it. For a breath, the low pulsing increased, and you choked before it went back to its regular simmering pressure. You’d kill him after he made you cum, you decided, need curling in the pit of your stomach.
“Nah, she’ll be fine,” Edward said, smile apparent in his voice. You shook on his arm. Another short knock made you glance up as he called out another, “Come in.”
Marco strolled in casually, hands in his pockets. “Hey Pops…” he trailed off, his blue eyes widening as he met your desperate stare. Silently you begged and Marco frowned with understanding.
Quickly he walked over to Ace and slapped him upside the head. “OW! What the fuck, Marco—” The rest of the sentence was cut off as Marco grabbed one of Ace’s ears and started pulling him towards the door.
Once Marco slammed Pops’ door closed, Ace shook his ear free with an annoyed grunt. “What was that for?!”
“Are you seriously that dense yoi??” Marco asked, just as irritated. He placed a hand on Ace’s shoulder trying to hurry him down the hall, but Ace stood firm.
“What are you talkin’ about?! I was just talking to Pops! Stop pushing me!”
“Fine yoi. I’m leaving, you can stay to listen.”
“Listen to what—”
A loud scream made Ace jump before he turned to the door with an ‘o’ of surprise. Marco’s stride lengthened as he tried to escape down the hall.
The scream is shortly followed by a moan that echoed and Ace’s brain connected some dots.
“Eddie—” your voice panted, and Ace finally got his feet to move as he scrambled after Marco.
"Yo, Marco, wait up!"
Once the door had closed, you hissed out an angry, “Edward what the fuck is wrong with you—” Before the vibration finally, finally increased to something other than a low rumble. Instead, it’s q u a k i n g within you and the words die in your throat as you croak.
Then his arm falls away, to be replaced with a hand wrapped around your waist. Quicker than you can comprehend he lifts you up, almost fully displacing his cock before roughly slamming you back down.
Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you scream; as the orgasm that had been hovering at the edges of your gut is forcibly released. You go limp, his hand still supporting your waist, as you try to breathe through the shock.
Whitebeard moved, taking you with him. You moan loudly as his still buzzing dick slipped out a little before it was pushed back in. “Eddie—”
“Shush, just relax, little one.” His bulk settles over you as he gets on all fours, bracing one forearm against the mattress, his other hand still wrapped around your stomach, holding you aloft. It’s hard to focus, the recent orgasm still sending sparks of pleasure down your spine.
So, when you feel him slowly pump you up and down on his cock your eyes widen as your hands grab onto the fingers of the hand suspending you in the air.
“Wait, Eddie, the vibrations, I’m still sensiti—ahhhhh!” The words morphed into a drawn-out groan as his pumps got a little faster.
Edward grunted but didn’t seem like he heard you—or just didn’t care—as his hand worked up a rhythm. Overstimulation made you whimper as pain and pleasure fizzled over your body. Still, whether it was because you’d been on the edge for so long or something else, your body quickly got interested in the proceedings again.
Unpleasant aches quickly turned into electricity prickling over your skin. Edward’s massive hand cradled you firmly, using you just like a fleshy onahole and you moaned at the thought.
“Eddie, please I—oh oh oh!” You tried to talk but quickly descended into breathy little moans. He didn’t let up his constant pace. Every time he was fully seated all the air left your lungs, he was so large.
When he withdrew enough you could suck in some air, you rushed out in one long breath, “Wanna see you—”
Abruptly the air was knocked back out of you as he thrust back in. His cock was still buzzing, the twitches against your walls along with his girth made the feel of it delicious.
The next slide of his cock out of you is slowed down, a deep grind that leaves you putty in his hand before he withdrew completely.
He laid you gently down on the mattress and you quickly flipped over onto your back.
“Not gonna last long,” he grunted out in warning before a large hand wiggled between your back and the bed, lifting you up easily.
“That’s fine,” you replied, squirming eagerly in his hand as he lowered you back down towards his cock. You couldn’t really see anything like this as you spread your legs, his frame much too tall, but you liked being able to feel his body against yours, the hard panes of his abs catching against your breasts and dragging against your nipples. His cock head once again breached you and you threw your head back with a moan.
Your fingers dug into his skin as he once again started thrusting, no more teasing. He was chasing his own pleasure now you figured. The vibrations had finally ceased, which you figured meant that he was beginning to lose focus. The thought of bringing such a large man to his knees in such a way shot a thrill of a different kind through you and your toes curled as you let out another loud groan, knowing the noise always spurred him on.
“Close, little one?” Edward asked and you shook your head, unable to speak as his speed increased. You were close but familiar enough that just his thrusts like this wouldn’t get you off as it was. “Fuck,” he muttered, tone annoyed before his cock started vibrating again, rough and jolting, the fastest he’d ever done it.
Your eyes widened. “Edd-iiieeeeeeee,” you cried out with shock.
“That’s it, come for me. You can do it,” he praised, keeping up with his thrusts. One particular angle hit something inside you that had you seeing stars as you arched your back, crying out as another orgasm slammed through you, a sudden crest of a wave washing over you and you shook with the intensity of it.
“Finally,” Whitebeard said before pulling you completely off him. Settling you back down on the mattress, you blinked at him through dazed eyes as he settled back on his knees, dick in one hand hovering over you. He stroked himself, his blue eyes hungrily taking you in.
His hand gave his large cock one last twist before he groaned, and a ribbon of hot spunk hit your stomach. Your mouth opened wide, stunned before several more thick ropes smacked onto your skin. Quickly you shut your eyes and mouth as you felt another spurt of heat land across your neck and a little over your mouth.
Salt filled your mouth as you flinched when your face was covered. When you heard Edward let out a long sigh of relief and nothing else hit you, you slowly sat up wiping at your still closed eyes.
A piece of cloth was pressed into your hands and you angrily cleaned away the residue from your face.
Blinking them open, your eyelashes stuck together a few times before becoming unclumped. Glaring up at him, Edward looked back calmly, unabashed.
“Why did you do that!? I’m covered!” It was true, you could feel his cum drip down your body and pool into your lap from where you sat. He laughed.
“Just wanted to see you like this. You look great, my love.” You licked your lips and, at the salty tang, pulled a face of disgust.
“Fuck you, I’m taking a shower.” You began to move before Edward hummed and, quicker than you were expecting, knocked you once more onto your back.
Trapping your arms with one hand he loomed above you, smiling. “Now, now little one. Who said we were done? Stay still.”
His mouth settled over your stomach before sucking lightly and you squirmed. His hand tightened around your arms in warning, and you settled back. A warm tongue flattened against your stomach before licking a path up your chest, taking with it any globs of cum that remained.
“Eddie!” you cried out, embarrassed, but he didn’t stop. His tongue ran over every part of you, licking across your neck and collarbones, dipping into your armpits before trailing down. You could feel every ridge and bump as he lapped large strokes over your trembling thighs.
You couldn’t help it, you spread your legs and felt him chuckle. His eyes pierced into you as he glanced up, laugh lines crinkled as he smiled. “Need something?” he asked smugly, breath fanning out over your still dripping core and you shivered.
“Please,” you whispered as you stared back. His smile widened.
“Please what?”
You groaned with frustration. “I want your tongue!” you said snappishly as your hips twitched upwards.
“Oh?” Edward moved forward, past your waist and you let out a whine. His tongue dragged over your face, licking away the remaining traces of his semen before dipping into your mouth.
You let it fall open, utterly trapped as he held you down and took, his tongue delved into every corner. You tried to respond, licking and sucking back before he withdrew from the kiss. The blue of his eyes was hardly visible, instead, they were mostly inky black pupils blown wide.
“Eddie, please!” you shouted this time and he smirked, pleased at your neediness.
“There you go. Good girl, you can get a reward.” Easily he moved back between your legs before his tongue finally pressed itself against your used entrance and you keened.
The warmth of it lapped at you before the tip flicked inside and you ground back on the pressure. His lips closed around your entrance and sucked. You arched your back trying to wiggle your arms free so you could grab on to something—anything. But he was a wall, keeping you in place so you could only accept whatever he wanted to do with you.
Drawing back, he hummed again. His eyes took in your heaving, twitching body. You felt as though you might catch fire, your blood boiling in your veins under his heady stare, your body on a knife’s edge of too much yet not enough pleasure. Whitebeard licked his lips.
“Want to go again?”
And you did.
