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Thinking about giving Uzui Tengen head on your wedding night.

You still in your pretty white dress, kneeling in front of him as you choke on his fat cock

Eyes glistening with tears and mascara staining your cheeks, lipstick smudged and drool running down your chin as you swallow his thick, throbbing shaft deeper and deeper

Him moaning in a raspy voice as your puffy lips suck on his tip, continuing to tell you that you're cute with your mouth full with his cock, — calling you his good girl as his fingers work their way into your hair.

Tengen holding your head pressed against his crotch making you swallow his huge dick as his thick, sticky cum runs down your throat while he takes polaroids that he'll put in your wedding album

SWEET PUNISHMENT | haikyu

featuring: kuroo, miya twins, iwaizumi, bokuto, oikawa, daichi, suna, & wakatoshi

♰ warnings: gangbang, exhibitionism, office sex, daddy kink (samu), oral (m.receiving), voyeurism, double pen w/the miya twins (one hole), lipstick kink (oikawa), darcyphilia, degrading, praising, hair-pulling, overstimulation, squirting

sereniti speaks ♡: this is my first ever gangbang… masterlist

Your back pressed flat against the mahogany colored table, arching ever so slightly with each harsh thrust of Atsumu’s hips. His hands gripped prints that blossomed like newborn flowers into your skin, his eyes trained on how cute your tits looked bouncing as he fucked into you with no remorse.

“Isn’t she beautiful when she’s getting fucked?” Kuroo smiled, caressing your forehead before placing a sweet kiss on it. He reminded you of how much you meant to each and every one of them, his soothing words taking you to a certain mental space you’d never want to escape. “Such a good for us, aren’t you, angel? Let me hear you say it.”

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Ehehe here we go~! ⚜️

Imagine this; you’re a member of the Eternal Paradise cult, kneeling before your god in hopes that he’ll grant your wish. You’ve been trying to have a baby for nearly a year now to no avail. Your periods come regularly, you’ve never had any debilitating sicknesses, and there’s never been a history of infertility in your family, so by all means you should be able to have a child, but still you remain unblessed!

Douma smiles down at you with a hum. “Let’s see what I can do about that”

& — 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐄 !

— # a/n : omg !! fleur !! this was so yummy and delicious !! i hope you like this as much as i do !! i added a bit of more details to the plot, hopefully you don't mind !

— # cw : nsfw !! breeding, mentions of pregnancy, LOTS of cum, cumflation ( kinda ), cheating on your spouse, douma highkey manipulating you into letting him fuck you, very minor character death, unbalanced power dynamics, calling douma your lord, etc .

"really?!"

you asked hopefully, staring up at douma who was seated in his throne of cushions, he was staring down at you - his gorgeous rainbow eyes practically glowing. he nodded his head, a grin on his lips. "of course, i'd be happy to help such a sweet woman." he replied, his large hands gently cupping your face, his thumb stroked your cheek, comforting your anxiety.

you nuzzled into his cold hands, you were on your knees before him, your shoulders moved forward to lean more into his touch. "lord founder douma, how will you help?" you asked with a hopeful glint in your voice.

you had your own husband, the two of you had been trying to convive for months now, but it's just not working! a feeling of pain always crosses your chest when you see your period arrive - you've tried everything in your power, pray, different positions, eating healthier, and nothing! coming to your lord was your last resort.

douma hummed gleefully, he tore his gaze away from you before looking around the room, no one else was present, just you and him, the shoji doors were shut too - perfect timing, douma looked back at you before moving his hands away from your pretty face, he gently caressed your hair.

"undress for me," he said, almost as if he had no care in the world, your eyes widened in surprise at such a command, no way he just requested such a deed. but his gaze was focused on you directly, he was waiting for you to start. gently shaking your head, your hands landed on your lap. your fingers instinctively toying with your wedding band on your finger. "lord founder douma, i mustn't. i-i'm married." you protested, but your words were soft and shaky, sounding unsure.

"really now?" douma replied, he still smiled, not really caring for your spouse. you nodded, "well, you say you have no illnesses that cause infertility and have a normal cycle, maybe it your husband that can't give you the child you crave." douma said raising his pointer finger matter-of-factly, you were left baffled. your husband not being able to give you a child? no! that couldn't be right!

"b-but! i-!" you stammered, your head not being able to wrap around what douma was saying, but he only laughed. "my dear, there is only one way to find out, now, do you want my help or no?" he said, leaning his weight into his palm, you let out a shaky breath. you needed a child, it's the most you craved in your life! being able to bare a sweet child, nurture for it, then watch it grow, this is the future you've always envisioned in yourself. now, douma was giving you two options, either take his help or go back to your possibly infertile spouse.

all your memories were rushing through your head, you knew infidelity would be horrible in your name, "i-i want your help, lord founder douma, b-but my husband - i don't want to be seen as.. a common whore." you spoke quietly, shame bubbling in your chest, how amusing.

douma raised his eyebrow at this, he had forgotten how cruel society was and how condescending they could be, he moved his hand to his chin almost as he was pondering. after a few seconds he snapped his fingers, "i've got it! no need to stress it, i will ensure nothing happens to you and i'll take care of your husband." he said with a smile, bloodlust pooling behind it, he could just kill your husband and play it off as if you were his wife if you were true to bare his child.

his words brought you comfort, a small warm formed in your chest, this was your chance, your chance to become a mother like you've been dreaming of - shaking off the guilt that grew in the back of your head, you nodded. "o-okay, please help me, lord founder douma." you spoke meekly, melting under his gaze.

douma grinned, good girl, clapped his hands together and started down at you. "well, my dear, undress for me."

the noise of skin slapping was loud, bouncing off the room's walls, your moans were broken and loud - your thighs were pushed up right against your chest, douma's large hands holding them flush against your chest.

he had you folded into a nice mating press, douma used his own body weight to keep you right where you are. his claws dug into your skin, barely breaking skin, his grip on the back of your thighs was rough. his hips kept pushing flush against your own, shoving his large cock deep inside you, his cock's tip knocking against your cervix. his cock kept pushing his cum deep inside your cunt, keeping you nice and bred.

your brain was out of it, you had already climaxed over a solid four times, and probably more, douma has had his fair share of climaxes too, but his stamina was much stronger than yours - he had no means of stopping, not yet, at least.

he needed to ensure that he could fulfill your prayers, make you bare his child, make sure you'd be nice and round by the next few months. besides, your cute little reactions only made the experience better, your fucked out face, your begs, your moans, how compliant you were. by now, he knew he would discard of your husband, you were too cute - there was no way you would slip through his fingers.

there was a thin sheet of sweat that covered your bodies, small drops of sweat slowly rolling down your skin, douma was loving it. as he fucked you senseless, there was pleasured grin on his lips, his pace not faltering, in fact, it felt like he was going faster. too fast for your fucked out brain to process.

your moans were slipping past your lips like an endless melody, you just couldn't hold yourself back from being loud while douma fucked you senseless.

you felt stuffed, it felt like his thick cum was bloating out your stomach; if that was even possible. yours hands gripped his thighs as he pounded in and out of you, over and over again.

douma wasn't quiet either, moans slipped past his lips freely, as well as dirty talk, his mouth was foul, but it only made your walls tighten around him.

douma's head rolled back slightly as his hips kept smashing against yours, a fucked out smile on his lips, "you keep sucking me in, my dear!~ you really want me to leave you nice a b-bred, huh? you want to have your god's child, don't you?~" he babbled out, you just cried out and nodded your head eagerly. "y-yes, m'lord, please! give me your children!" you cried out almost desperately.

douma groaned, sweet woman, begging for his cum, begging to bare a demon's child unknowingly. no worries, he will fulfill anything you beg him for.

your cunt was an absolute mess, his cum even stained your thighs as well as his pubic bone and balls, the amount of cum that was shared in between the two of you was downright filthy, but it felt so good. the thought of your husband was fucked right out of your brain, the only thing you could think about was douma, his cum, and being his pretty little breeding bunny.

douma's moans only got louder and louder as the seconds passed, a tight pressure coarsing through his body. "oh, my dear!~ m'gonna cum again! m'gonna f-fill you up nice and good!" he moaned out happily, his smile still on his lips as his eyes rolled back sensually.

douma bit his bottom lip at the pleasure he felt, small drops of sweat slowly gliding down his temple.

you nodded your head at his words, incoherent moans and begs for his cum leaving your lips. drool pooled from your lips as your body was used as a cumdump but, that's what you wanted, right?

douma finally shoved his cock deep inside your cunt, pressing his cock right against your cervix, his cum came spurting out - a whorish moan leaving his lips as his eyes rolled back in glee, he still bit his bottom lip, but he was still smiling. he was almost like a dog in heat, fucking you over and over.

you gasped, feeling another round of cum fill your cunny, it almost felt like he was filling up your womb!

normally, a normal man's cock would soften up by now, but after douma's cum stopped spurting out of him, he only looked down at you. grinning, douma moved one hand and slapped your cheek, making sure you don't pass out on him. you stared at him hazily, you swore he could fuck you till you passed out - and you knew that he wouldn't stop even then. douma pouted fakely seeing you like this.

"aw, c'mon, my dear! don't die out on me yet! you asked for this, didn't you?" he said, and you meekly nodded. douma hummed, pleased with your answer, he then pulled his hips back and thrusted back inside you. "well, let's continue!" he said joyfully, going back to fucking you senseless.

the squelching noises that came from your cunt were loud and obnoxious, his cum practically pooled below you, the sticky substance leaving strings connecting to your skin as his with every thrust. your body shook in overstimulation, how could he not be tired? but, you still cried out in pleasure, maybe some pain mixed in from the general overstimulation and his claws digging into your skin.

needless to say, it was no surprise to see your stomach slowly bloating up after a few months later. his heir growing in your womb, your husband now out of the picture with douma filling in the spot.

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suggestive/smut, fem reader, it's midnight if this is bad that is why

guys with big dicks. and i just don't mean he hangs well down there, with a good girth and a length that can reach your cervix. he knows damn well he's big, and would love nothing more than to just see your pretty, soft eyes stream with filthy tears down your face as you struggle to take his cock down your throat.

he grips your head down so your nose is brushing against his pelvic bone, a satisfied groan ripping for his throats as you take his cock so well. "look up for me, pretty baby," he says, "you look so fucking beautiful, god."

and the praise makes you more confident as you removed your mouth from his cock for air, making eye contact the whole time as you catch your breathe. he stares at your tits as your chest heaves up and down for hair, and a loving gaze into your pupils as you wrap your lips around it again. moving your head up and down in a way that drives him crazy, stroking the parts you obviously cannot reach with your hands. you don't bother rubbing the wet mascara under your eyes, as it seems to turn him on more.

minutes pass like that before he spills his load down your throat with a satisfied moan, almost a whine. you maintain your gaze, batting your eyelashes at him as he softly chuckles when you pull away, opening your mouth to show him the liquid inside of your mouth. he slyly smiles, possessively even, when he sees you swallow. bringing your face to his, he opens his mouth:

"your eyes look so fucking beautiful with your face fucked by my cock. i wanna see if i can make 'em roll back with my fingers or cock inside of you now, does that sound okay?"

taiga kagami, junpei hyuga, sawamura daichi, kei tsukishima, tetsurou kuroo, lev haiba, issei matsukawa, hajime iwaizumi, koutarou bokuto, akinori kohona, wakatoshi ushijima, eita semi, satori tendou, reon ohira, miya twins, rintarou suna, kiyoomi sakusa, keishin ukai, sebastian michaelis, suguru geto, naoya zenin, eijirou kirishima, hanta sero, katsuki bakugou, neito monoma, shouta aizawa, hitoshi shinsou, yo shindo, kiego takami, touya todoroki, etc

With. Or without. (?)

𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 ft. 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 ✘ 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐱

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ▸ nsfw, sukuna fucks you against the window, voyeurism, toji jerks off, choking, degradation/humiliation

Your tits and face are pressed against the glass. While your lower back is arched, with one of Sukuna’s large hand resting there. While his other hand is on your hip. As he roughly fucks himself into you from behind, his heavy balls hitting your clit and his hips smacking yours.

Your neighbor, the dad of the little boy, Megumi, you babysit which by extension is your boss. Is standing in his bedroom with his fist around his cock jerking and a smirk on his lips. As he watches you take a hard and quick fucking.

Sukuna leans down moves his hand from your back to grab our throat. As says, “You look so fucking hot for me pressed up against this window like a fucking slut. You like seeing Toji fist his cock while I stuff my tight little pussy?” You don’t know how your going to face Toji later on when you go to pick up Megumi. But at the moment you can’t find it in you to say your safe word.

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imagine levi coming home from work, exhausted and wanting nothing more than to just spend time with his lovely housewife and daughter but its already late at night so he goes to take a shower and when he reaches the bed, his wife pulls him close and hugs his head close to her chest just... reader babying levi and letting him suck on her breasts, even when he falls asleep hes still going at it until the next morning where levi wakes up w a raging hard-on and fucks reader so hard they almost made a brother for their daughter... hehe good luck on your midterms, marie! i just finished mine so im glad thats over, you can do this!!

Thank you so much anon ! Just finished mine and I am honestly so glad this is now out of the way. Can now get proper nights of sleep. 

genre : nsfw, mdni

warnings : nipple play, marking, dacryphilia, creampie, penetrative sex, female bodied reader

Levi’s days away from you are long and tiring, filled with paperwork and social interactions he’d rather do without. He can’t wait to go home and bathe in your warmth, your daughter’s giggles and light snores as you put her to sleep. 

Only then can he relax. Once he’s shrugged out of his jacket, taken a hot shower and joined you in bed. 

He sighs out the exhaustion of the day as your arms wrap around him, pulling him close. His head buried in your chest as your fingers card through his hair, beads of water still clinging to the strands. 

“Shhh, relax, love.” You whisper gently, “You’ve worked so hard today.”

He moans, voice muffled by your breasts. Lips drawn to your skin, intoxicated by your scent. A soft blend of milk and fresh laundry. You encourage him, tugging the strap of your nightgown down and exposing your chest to his wandering mouth. 

He suckles on your breast, arms wrapped around your waist as he trails down to capture your pebbled nipple in his mouth, desperately sucking on the soft bud with quiet whines. 

And as his eyes flutter close, mind slipping under and conscience fading away, his lips remain attached to your skin, tongue still lapping at your breasts, whining ever so softly in his sleep. 

But it’s a completely different Levi you wake up to when morning comes, any trace of exhaustion gone from his features as he trails burning hot kisses up your neck and jaw, hands wandering up and down your sides, hiking up your nightgown and pulling your hips down. 

He nibbles on your ear, feeding off your high pitched moans and whines as his fingers glide down your navel and delve between your thighs, pressing against your already wet panties. 

“Fais pas trop de bruit. Tu voudrais pas réveiller notre fille, mmh ?” He murmurs, hot breath ghosting over your skin and sending delightful shivers up your spine. 

Levi’s no fool though, knows you by heart.

He knows how hard it is for you to keep quiet when he fucks you close to tears. Pitifully biting down on your lower lip to stifle your cries of his name when he’s giving it to you so good you forget how to breathe.   

He starts slow and gentle, kissing your lips as he slowly pushes his length inside of you, controlled thrusts and languorous drags of his cock over your walls. He tries to make it easy for you, only for his efforts to go down the drain when your hands run through his hair and tug on the locks. 

“Pu-Putain...” He breathes out, a low moan rumbling in his chest, “Tu me rends.... fou...”

He clamps a hand on your mouth, muffling your voice as he picks up the pace. Your legs helplessly dangling over his shoulders as his hips snap against yours and his cock hits that sweet spot inside of you, every powerful thrusts sending you jolting on the sheets. 

He groans in your ear as you clench around him, arms wrapping around him, pulling him closer and closer to you as your sanity slowly crumbles under the weight of your impending release. 

He goes ravenous, harsh thrusts emptying his load deep inside of you, your walls pulsing around his length.

“Keep quiet. Wouldn’t want to wake our daughter, mmh ?” 

“Fu-Fuck... You drive me... crazy...”

@peace-for-levi @levmada 

Never leaving you

Neteyam x female reader

Warning: fluff, angst, sad ending and some very soft s m u t

If you have any requests just submit them, I would be happy to make a fic, one shot and other stuff✨

I’m also working on other fics- some related to this one if u guys are interested! Let me know!

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Deep inside the forest lived Jake sully with his mate Neytiri and their children. (Y/N) had always been close to the family since her own family had been killed in a battle with the humans. She grew up with Neteyam by her side, always guiding her in the right direction. She had also become very found of him, but spoke little off it to anyone. When the day came where the sullys had to leave the forest, (Y/N) had flown away on her ikran. Up to a tall mountain where she could be with her own thoughts. Since she was little she had always been on her own two feet, had to help herself sleep at night when she was scared, had to teach herself the ways of the omaticaya. But she always had Neteyam by her side. She was frightened for what she would do without him, who would ask her if she was okay?

Back at the clan Neteyam was preparing for the ceremony that would make it official, that they would leave. He felt somthing was off, but he had been feeling off ever since spider got taken away. So he didn’t make much off it. He felt awful for leaving him, because spider was like a brother to him. And sully’s stick together always. he wondered what the new place would be like, the people, the trees, the food, and he wondered what it would be like without (Y/N). The once annoying girl who he had to babysit from he was little, the girl without her parents, but who he he since had grown to like and care for, he saw (Y/N) as a independent and strong hunter, who fought for herself and others who where not strong enough, who always cared for the poorer, even when she had so little herself. She was a true leader he would think.

The night sky wrapped itself around him, and he begun to worry. He had not seen her, not since the announcement. “Father, have you seen (Y/N)?” He frantic said, his troubled eyes wondering all over the clan. She wasn’t there. He could feel his heartbeat becoming more harder and louder in his chest. He had to find her.

Back at the mountain (Y/N) watched the forest live it’s own life, and she thought for just a second how peaceful they seemed, and how she didn’t effect them what so ever. She prayed to eywa, to not take Neteyam away from her. He was the one good thing that had happened to her since the sully’s welcomed her in with open arms. “Pleace, eywa” she mumbled out and layers down on the grass to look at the now black sky full of stars.

(1.st pov)

I could hear everything, the wind, my own heartbeat and a distant sound of someone calling my name” (Y/N)!” And a rumble.

I jumped, and spun around. Upon the ikran was Neteyam, looking very distressed as he ran his finger trough his hair and jumped from his ikran. I could feel my heartbeat getting faster “what hare you doing here Neteyam?” I asked. “I could ask you the same” he said and I was soon swept into a hug. My eyes widened. I placed my hand on his naked chest, suddenly feeling very sweaty and hot. “ I needed to escape” I mumbled into his chest and closed my eyes.

“I know” his voice rumbled. I closed my eyes for a second, just saving the feeling of being with him, even for just that second. “You scared me (Y/N), I thought something had happen-“ “something did happen” I pushed him away and sat myself on the same spot I sat just a few minutes ago in the grass. Looking down at the forest.

I huffed. “You’re leaving Neteyam” I could feel my voice tremble as I spoke but I had to stay focused. He couldn’t see what effect he had on me, what my true feelings was for the future leader of my clan. He had a responsibility and I never did. I only had myself to worry about.

“I know I’m leaving, but it’s not for good, I will come back to the clan”

I closed my eyes, and clenched my jaw.

“ I’ll come back for you”. I hissed.

I could feel his hand on my shoulder as he sat himself down beside me. His eyes where on me, his big and beautiful yellow eyes. I could feel the tears star to form so I took a sharp breath in and looked back at him.

I was at loss at words. Opening and closing my mouth like a fish. He chuckled and took his hand away from my shoulder and letting it grace my hair.

He looked deep into my eyes

“ I see you (Y/N)” and just like that time stopped. What once was his hand I’m my hair was now pressing my face towards him hesitantly. I nodded yes, words not forming fast enough. It was like a fire had rose from deep inside me.

his lips brushed mine, softly, delicately, like a butterfly, just long enough that I could inhale his breath, feel the warmth of his skin, and the taste of his lips. He felt like the forest, connected together.

He parted ways with my lips and looked up at me. But before he could speak I kissed him again. This time more hot and breathy, seeking union and closeness from him. The heat rose in my cheeks, as his tongue touched mine, quick, electric and soft. His hand caressing my face. I had never felt like this before, like I belonged with someone. But I did. In that moment I knew Neteyam was my past, my present and my future. And I could wait for him.

We broke apart, and looked into each other’s eyes.

“ I see you too Neteyam”

And his lips where back on mine. This time his tail brushed up against mine and his hand tracking down my spine. Touching my hair. He then kisses my shoulder, and runs his lips on my skin towards my ear, but doesn't quite make it that far. I tilt my head and after his deep breath out he bites me gently. It doesnt hurt, it only makes me want more. I look back at his eyes. His eyes exude love, protection, security, safety, patience, and respect. I smile.

He looks for any sign of regret, but I don’t. I want this, I want him. I want to be his mate.

“Be my mate?” I asked breathless. “I’ve decided that along time ago” he says and smiles. I let my hand glide over his chest, and down his abdomen. I pushed lightly and he moaned. His eyes watching my every move. I got on top of him. I’d never done it before. I couldn’t really believe it; I was doing this. I was inventing something. I took out my bond in my hair as did he and we connected. I could everything, every emotion, very thought, I could feel all of him. We where one. I breathed out a hoarse moan. I could feel him. “Fuck” he breathed out.

“Can I touch you?”

“Anywhere.” I responded

He leaned in and licked the rim of my ear. “Anywhere? Really?” “Really.” Twisting my neck, I pulled his mouth to mine for a brief, wet kiss, sucking his tongue until his vision turned white around the edges. I felt him, all of him and what started as a soft and hesitant kiss had turned into something so much bigger.

I could feel a storm gathering in my body, and it grew with every indrawn breath, kiss and buck.

“Neteyam” my eyes widened. And I let out a hoarsely scream of his name. The storm had broken loose, crackling to my body and his like summer lighting and we were flung to the dark sky full of stars.

We were one.

I smiled

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Months had pasted since my mate, Neteyam had gone. What once was a happy place felt gloomy. But I filled my days up and I kept waiting for him to come back. Deep down I knew somthing had happened or where to happen. The forest just didn’t feel the same without him there. And the humans had kept their distance from our clan. I rubbed my stomach and smiled.

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One day, when I was gathering stuff my clan saw an ikran flew toward us, and it was jake. Soon more ikrans followed

I quickly gathered the strength to sprint towards the ikran, in hope my mate would be back.

“JAKE! Jake! Where is your son? Where is Neteyam?”

The village had begun to gather around him, and Jake, neytiri, lo’ak, spider, kiri and Tuk, jumped from the ikrans. But no Neteyam.

Jake walked towards me, his face stone hard. Neytiri following gloomy behind him. She looked sad.

“Where is Neteyam?” I asked, my voice whimpering.

“He is with eywa now”

I let out a load scream. And everyone around us fell into silence. Somewhere from behind me I could hear Neytiri crying. I clutched my stomach and I could feel my breath shivering. He was gone.

“He said he would come back”

He is gone.

I looked down on my stomach, what once was a flat stomach had since that night grown with love and passion. I had found my mate, had a family. But it was soon over.

“He said he wouldn’t leave me”

He is gone.

Jake embraced me, and touched my stomach. Smiling carefully down at my smal frame and big stomach. The baby gave Jake a kick. And Jake gave out a sad chuckle. I could see a tear form in his eye.

“You have a piece of him in you, he will always be there with you, every step of the way. He saw you, and we see you” and then sully’s all embraced me and my soon to be baby. I let out a last cry and closed my eyes. Imagining Neteyam was the one embracing me, telling me everything was okay. And somehow it was him doing all of that. Because he was a piece of everyone, a memory, a son, a friend, a mate and a soon to be father.

So along the line I learned that the forest was connected somehow and that I had had an effect on it; on someone. Eywa had given me a family and Neteyam would always find his way back, even form the beyond. And I knew I was not alone anymore.

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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.