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pizzanator3000 · 11 months

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I have a request!!! ;o; But only if you wannaaaa.. Could I get a NSFW with Whitebeard? I know size difference is kinda implied but could you somehow mention the fact that his hands are huge and can pick up my entire upper torso with one palm please? Can be female/GN reader, also I like the HC of calling him Eddie. (/▽＼) Thanks for considering!

Hello Bee my dear ☺️ Of course I can do this for you 🥺 So I had to picture him young to do this maybe when he first started his own crew young.. But this was interesting to do! I hope you enjoy this my dear! take care I hope you have an amazing rest of the day! Sorry for the delay on this request💙

Edward Newgate (Whitebeard) x GN Reader: My Dearest Darling N/SFW

Warning: size difference, penetration, (mention of being split in half)

“E..Eddie do you have to be so rough?” you were on all four on the bed. His enormous figure behind you. You were only able to take so much of him at a time. If you took anymore of him he would have split you in half. Eddie would rearrange your organs if he wanted to and at times during these passionate moments he did. You weren't able to walk straight for a few days at a time.

Steadying his pace as he came to a bit of a halt “Cant handle it, my dear.”

“ Sometimes I think you forget your own strength but then again they don't call you the world's strongest man for no reason.” You said in a merely taunting manner picking your head up throwing it back slightly.

“ I was given that title fairly _______. Besides, I haven't even used my true strength on you and it seems you can barely handle what I give you.” Eddie said. “Let me ask you a question.”

Feeling his large coming from underneath you. His hand alone wrapped around your torso his this callous hands grasping lightly onto you .”If you're tired of being on your hands and knees and can gladly give your body the support it needs.”

Before you could respond feeling his girthy member pushing deeper inside of you. You let out a whine. Since his hand was supporting you from underneath. You couldn’t muffle the sounds of your moans in the pillow inches away from you. “Shit,” you said underneath your breath panting as you felt him going deeper every single time. His full member wasn’t even in all the way. Even through there was pain present it was being numb with the pleasure he was giving you. The room is filled with your sweet symphony of moans. Eddie feels himself not breaking much of a sweat but the warm breath filling the room, his body with a thin coat of sweat.

“I can feel your body trembling in the palm of my hands. I take this as a good sign my dear” unable to witness the smile peering on his face. You could only imagine the sinister lust that could be peering in his eyes.

“Ed...Eddie.. Crap,” trying to catch your breath once more. “You’re going to split me in half,” you called out once more in a whining tone.

“I do enjoy you saying my name like that _____. Trust me I won’t split you…. This time.”

On the outside no one dare to disturb their captains intimate time with dearest darling. They just avoided that side of the ship until the coast was clear and the hallways felt silent. Beside I dont think none of them wanted to hear their Pop getting it on.

Tagging: @fireflykaizoku @undercoverweeeb

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pizzanator3000 · 11 months

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Hello, here I am again. I was the one who asked about Edward N. and when I saw the answer I was happy. It's not every day that you find someone who can (or try) write for this man. Can i ask/request for the (from the romantic/flirty) prompt 14 and 1 for Edward? Thank you so much if you make it. I know that will be wonderfull. ❤

haven't ever wrote a romance for him bc he just gives Dad vibes to me but I hope you enjoy! I was v nervous writing this, and definitely went back and forth between how to do things so thank you sm for the wait anon baby xx

Edward Newgate x GN reader SFW Prompt: “What if I said I wasn’t pretending" wc: 555 exactly

“Hey, Eddy!” You smile at the groan that leaves the man before you, the nickname never being something he approved of, “What’re you up to?”

“Nothing you’d be invited to if you keep calling me that.” His tone was lighthearted, the roll of his eyes as he made room for you on the log he sat on. The gesture made your heart flutter, and you decided to sit closer than you had to, brushing your thigh against his.

“So, seriously Edward, what’re you up to?” You nudge his shoulder gently, “We leave in a few hours, don’t we Captain?”

He hums in agreement, not saying anything as he continued staring out at the sea. Your gaze followed his own, watching the waves over the beach. A silence fell between the two of you, feeling slightly uncomfortable at the way he dodged your question.

“I’d listen if you had something on your mind, Cap.” You threw the statement out there a bit haphazardly, awkwardly breaking the silence, but you couldn’t stop yourself. As much as you might try to deny it, you liked him, regardless that he was your Captain.

You knew how he felt- his crew was like his family- and you never wanted to try and change that, but it was the pure love he showed to everyone he met that, well, made you fall in love with him.

A small, rolling laugh rumbled besides you, and you turned slightly to look at him. The troubled look had faded from his eyes ever so slightly, “You sure have a way about you.”

Eyes raised in confusion, you can’t help but prod, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Edward adjusts his posture, feet planting more firmly on the ground as he rests his elbows on his knees, “You,” he drums a finger on his chin, choosing your words carefully, “You bring a comfort like someone’s significant other might. If I’m pops to everyone on board, you’re the doting partner of the crew.” He tsks, humming, “I believe that came out a bit nonsensical, but you understand.”

Your cheeks flush, staring at your knees. “It’s not for the whole crew,” You mumble.

His eyebrows raise, turning to look down at your figure besides him, “Not living a pretend-romance out at sea?” Though it sounded like a jab, his tone was clear and light hearted.

“What if I wasn’t pretending,” You turn away from him, “At least, not with you.” Your heart thundered in your chest, silently cursing that you just said that.

His eyebrows raise slightly, a silence falling between you to. You were about to get up, to maybe even run from the scene, when a heavy arm around your shoulder pulled you to them.

“As Captain,” you could hear the smile on his voice, “I think that would be acceptable,” Edward didn’t look at you, just focused on feeling your smaller body against his side, “Though I don’t think you’d have to pretend any longer if that were true.”

The heat in your cheeks rising further, you let yourself scoot closer to the man. The two of you sat, watching the sun dip below the horizon, deciding to delay your departure and enjoy each other’s company for just a little longer, reveling in your shared feelings in private as long as your crew would allow.

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pizzanator3000 · 11 months

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The Masquerade Menace

Okay so yesterday @aifozu mentioned that Whitebeard looks like he ought to be on romance novel covers and my brain went CRAZY. I sat down and wrote this in two days because once you get an idea you can't let it go. ;o; Then when I told them they were like "omg I wanna draw for it" SO HERE WE ARE!!! Art by Foz! ;u; Handsome Whitebeard about to sweep you off your feet!!! Thank you so much Foz for doing this random little thing with me omg. 🙈

(And yeah, I 100% didn't use a plot line for a story I've been idly fantasizing about, why do you ask, it's very much a random idea for the romance novel, not based on stuff I'd probably never write but would like to, no sir.)

Whitebeard x GN!Reader / SFW / 2.6k Summary: Whitebeard is a popular figure in romantic novels even if his name isn't used he's easily recognized on the covers because of his long blond hair and signature mustache. Reader is reading one when a random man (Thatch) approaches to ask to purchase it (they collect them, to laugh at Pops about) when the reader refuses. Instead, somehow the reader is convinced to go see Whitebeard later that night. Does fantasy match up to reality? Warnings: SFW but sex IS referenced for the plot of the romance novel, so warning about that. Reader is GN but the character mentioned in the story is she/her pronouns because I just went with the standard romance novel for that.

A low snicker pierced your concentration, the little bubble that you’d created around yourself suddenly popping. Peeking a glance over the edge of the pages of your book, you saw several men quickly turn struggling to stifle their laughter.

You cocked a brow but weren’t surprised. In your inattention you’d switched the book from leaning against the table to being held in one hand, your fingers breaking the pages apart. Leaving the cover exposed to the room.

It was a romantic novel, the cover artistically painted. A man stood there in, bathed in the colors of the setting sun, stunning in shades of gold and blue. He was holding out a hand, as if beckoning the reader closer, long blond hair whipping in the wind. He looked as if about to take you off into some daring adventure.

The trademark large white mustache made it readily apparent who the figure was supposed to be.

Honestly, you didn't blame their laughter, you were surprised to be reading it as well. Never one for romance novels, they simply weren’t on your radar. When a friend had recommended one, you’d scoffed at the idea but they had insisted. And insisted. And insisted.

So, you’d finally caved, if only to get them off your back. To your surprise you finished it in one sitting, the room going dark around you.

You were utterly enamored with the story of a cocky pirate sweeping some girl off her feet. A classic and something that would normally bore you. But somehow the story kept your attention, as did the description of the pirate in question...

No one was fooled. Even using a different name for the pirate and his crew, everyone reading it recognized it as the famous pirate Whitebeard.

Which was the reason for the snickering, you were sure. Men were never very kind about this sort of thing. You ignored it, trying to focus on the words. After the first one you got a bit—obsessed isn’t the right word but perhaps enchanted with Whitebeard-related romance novels.

Some were better than others and you had to check out basically the entire collection at your library to weed through the authors that you liked or didn’t. This one had become your favorite and you were enjoying the plot.

They could get a little repetitive and in many you didn’t love the way they portrayed Whitebeard. All of it was a fantasy, you weren’t sure what the man was really like but some of them just… picked at you wrong.

A pointed cough broke you from your thoughts and you looked up to see a man dressed in chef’s whites standing by your table, brown hair molded into a rather impressively large pompadour. You raised an eyebrow at him in question.

“Hi!” The man greeted. “Which one is that? Is it new?” he asked, pointing to your novel. You flipped the cover over, looking it over before glancing back up.

“New-ish, yeah. Came out like last year, I just got my hands on it. Why?”

“How much do you want for it?” he asked eagerly.

Both brows shot up with surprise. “Nothing, it’s not for sale.”

The man sighed as if you had wronged him. “You sure? I can pay more than you did for it.”

“Why? I’m not even finished with it.”

“We—or rather I collect them.”

“Just find it out in town.”

“But that takes foreverrrr,” he whined.

You scoffed. “Can’t help you then, sorry.”

“What about,” he began. “I introduce you? The Whitebeard Pirates are on this island, you know.”

“Please, I’m not giving you this book for a lousy excuse like that, I bet you don’t even know them. Besides, it’s not like I really want to meet Whitebeard.”

The man slid into the seat across from you and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“No? Why not? You’re passing up a good deal to hold onto that book, must mean you like him a lot.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you meaningfully.

“Fantasy and real-life are different,” you dismissed with a wave of your hand.

He hummed. “What about the other Whitebeard Pirates then?”

“What about them?”

“Do any of them catch your fancy?”

“No.”

“No?” he echoed, his smile widening. “What about Marco?”

“Have you seen his hair? It looks ridiculous.”

He let out a loud bark of laughter before he coughed into a fist and then cleared his throat. “Izou then?”

“Honestly? Way too pretty, it’s intimidating.”

The two of you ran through a couple more members, all to a negative.

“Alright,” the man said at last. “What about Vista? He’s tall and has a funny mustache, just your type, eh?”

You’d put your book down at this point, bookmark in place. “Nah, not really interested.” At his aghast gasp, you attempted to explain. “I think the point of all these books” —you waved your hand over the cover— “is that it’s a fantasy. I’m never going to pull Whitebeard even if I stumbled across him at some bar. Nor any of the other pirates you listed. I’m more interested to read about Whitebeard because after reading these I found him attractive, sure. But that’s based on a lie, not the man himself as he really is.”

“So that’s why you wouldn’t wanna meet the real Whitebeard then?”

“Yeah.”

“What if I told you I knew what bar he was going to be at tonight?” His eyes gleamed with excitement. “I could tell you if you want.”

You opened your mouth to refuse but before you could, he interrupted.

“I know, I know you don’t wanna meet him! But think of it this way, you don’t gotta! You can just go to get a look at him. He’s always surrounded by people, right?” Hesitantly, you nodded. Although you didn’t know that for sure it was referenced a lot in your novels. “Might be your chance to at least see him in person, that would be cool, wouldn’t it?”

You bit your lip, considering. It would be cool if only to put a real face to the novels. You’ve seen his wanted posters of course (and had a few squirreled away but that was neither here nor there) but that was nothing compared to the real thing.

Making a decision, you nodded. “Okay, where?” Even if the information was wrong you reasoned, it would only be a mild waste of your time, nothing more. You could get a drink and go home. No harm done. And if Whitebeard actually happened to be there? Then you could appreciate him from a distance with a drink before going home. Either way, not a bad trade-off.

A couple of hours later you slipped into the bar in question. It was loud and packed to the brim, familiar jolly roger on display from nearly everyone in the room. You were in the right place then. Before you could even look around, a loud laugh shook the room.

“Gura ra ra ra!”

Immediately your eyes shot over to see him. You froze in your shock; he was huge, way bigger than you’d ever imagined. A lot of books made him smaller and that wasn’t your preference but after seeing the man it made sense why they had. A lot made him tall, but this was just absurd.

Lost as you were in your surprise you didn’t notice the man you’d talked with before sitting at Whitebeard’s side. Seeing you enter the bar, he smiled wide and hustled over to you.

“Yo! You made it come on,” he greeted before tugging you forward.

“Uhh, what are you doing!?” you hissed under your breath as he pulled you through the crowd closer to Whitebeard’s table. You tried to stop yourself by digging in your heels but he just easily pulled you along.

“Oi, Pops!” he called and if you were able to stop in your tracks you would have but his hand at the small of your back resolutely propelled you forward. “Got the fan I was talkin’ about earlier!”

“Oh?” Whitebeard rumbled out with a smile, the sound of it sent your knees trembling. “Thatch here has told me all about you, glad you could make it.”

You looked up at the man—Thatch you supposed—with a fierce glare. “You lying sack of shit—”

“Hey, I didn’t lie! Told you the truth, you were the one who didn’t believe it when I said I knew the Whitebeard Pirates.” You gave him a quick glance over.

“You aren’t wearing the jolly roger! How am I supposed to know?!” Everyone knew the entire crew went around with the mark somewhere, either tattooed or on some article of clothing. Thatch grinned.

“Incognito, pretty cool right?”

You tried to scrape together the last of your pride. “Okay, well this has been fun. You’re a dick,” you directed this at Thatch. “It was nice to meet you,” you said to Whitebeard. “I’ll be going now.”

Whitebeard laughed before a large hand curved around your back and tugged you closer. “Now, now, little one, where do you think you’re running off to so soon? I wanted to have a chat.”

“About what?” you grumbled as he positioned you into the empty chair beside him.

“What’s the plot line of the book you’re reading?”

“Seriously?” You shot a disbelieving look up at Whitebeard who shrugged back at you.

“I like to hear about them but my sons never describe it properly.”

You rubbed your forehead. “Kind of self-absorbed isn't it?"

"I'm a pirate," Whitebeard answered with a large grin, "who gives a shit about all that?"

Sighing, you decided to get this over with. "It’s a ball, a masquerade. Someone has enchanted everyone’s masks with a devil fruit power where you can’t recognize anyone. People can still tell if they’d find someone else attractive or not but even if you’d normally know someone by their voice or hair you won’t be able to.”

Whitebeard stared down at you, making you feel like a bug being pinned and you shifted under the weight of his attention before going on. “One of your sons has a devil fruit that shrinks people. The Whitebeard Pirates—they’re not called that though—they’re there to rob the treasure trove. You’re acting as a…look out, kinda.”

“Kind of?” Whitebeard pressed, seeing your hesitation.

You pursed your lips before continuing, “They don’t trust you with being sneaky so you’re at the party as a ‘look out’ but you’re in a huff because everyone knows it’s just to keep you out of the way.”

Loud laughter breaks out over the table. “That’s true enough!” someone shouts and Whitebeard glared before turning his attention back to you.

“And? What else?”

You blinked at him. “What do you mean?”

Whitebeard leaned closer. “How do I meet the main character?”

“Ah. You notice her across the room, talking with some upper-crust ladies. You hadn’t been interested in anyone at the party, though plenty of people have tried to get your attention. But you’d seen her earlier in the night and thought she was pretty. You went over and started talking.”

“I’m sure that’s not all that happened,” Whitebeard said with a knowing smirk.

You flushed. “And the two of you went into a deserted room and have sex.”

"What? No details?" You grit your teeth.

"They have sex once on the desk, facing each other then she gives you a blowjob. While that's happening people walk in and you growl at them to get another room. Then you have sex doggy style. That's as far as I've read."

“A shame.” He straightened up out of his slouch. “I would have liked to know how it ended.”

“Ugh, for what? They all end the same, it's boring,” someone groaned from the crowd. A flash of something cut through the air and hit the man upside the head, sending his face crashing into the table. Whitebeard easily flipped his naginata in his hand so it rested once more on the ground. His son sat back up, rubbing the back of his head and whining loudly while you sat there, your heart now firmly sunk into your stomach.

It had all happened so fast! You had barely seen Whitebeard move. How terrifying to be faced with such a mammoth of a man and be so utterly helpless.

"Now, where were we?" Whitebeard asked, turning back to you and fear pounded in your veins.

"I was going to head out, I told you the story so—"

"Nonsense!" Whitebeard roared. "Stay a while, I've never talked to a fan of the novels before."

A mug of ale was pushed in front of you and you stared at the foamy top.

"I'm sure you have plenty of fans," you said lowly. You half expected it to get lost in the ambient noise of the bar, pirates loudly talking and cheering randomly. Whitebeard was paying more attention than you thought however because he replied immediately.

"They're not usually as cute," he replied with a large grin, placing a hand at the back of your chair. "And I haven't talked with a reader before." The warmth of his hand burned through your clothes as you hunched forward, feeling awkward. This situation felt almost exactly like how it would happen in one of your books and it was making you feel itchy with expectations and wishes.

That was the whole point you read those books, as a fantasy you never expected it to become reality and it was making your head spin.

"What do you do?" Whitebeard asked and you shot him a look. He looked completely relaxed and interested in what your answer was. You ran your tongue along your teeth before you decided to hell with it, and answered.

The two of you chatted, creating a pocket of privacy in the middle of the rowdy bar. His sons quickly abandoned the table once they realized how much of his attention was focused on you.

At some point, you took a sip of the ale, made a face, then silently slid it over to him. The swell of laughter felt like a small earthquake as the ground shook beneath your feet and the rafters rattled. Still, through it all, you couldn't resist a small, pleased smile. Seeing how much you affected the large man made you feel good, like you could conquer the world from the force of his attention alone.

Whitebeard dragged your chair closer to his side and leaned down further. "So, little one." His breath ghosted over you, smelling of saké but you couldn't resist a shiver. "How does the real thing compare to your books?"

"You're bigger for one," you said immediately. He chuckled but didn't pull away.

"Not what I meant," he pressed.

You peered up at him, seeing his blue eyes dance with good humor. "So far it's not bad. A couple authors write you as more mean than you've been with me."

He cocked an eyebrow. "You think I can be mean?" Tilting his head, he looked as if he was trying to appear innocent.

You weren't fooled.

"You're a Yonko, you bet your ass I do."

Whitebeard laughed. "Hope it's not enough to scare you away though." The way his eyes burned told you the seriousness of his statement. You licked your lips and he followed the movement intently.

"Not really, not yet I suppose." He smiled.

"Good." His fingers dragged across your back as he got even closer. "Was hoping you would tell me more of those stories."

Your heart felt like it might burst out of your chest, it was beating so hard. "Think you're looking for a little more than that," you whispered.

When he chuckled lowly, you felt his lips brush against yours, just for a moment. "And if I was? Is there a problem with that?"

"Just kiss me already," you ordered with a sigh that puffed against his lips.

With a smile, Whitebeard did just that.

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