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Summary: Viktor just finished his new machine and who better to test it then his lovely partner
Content: Mdni this writing is 18+, Gender neutral reader, Bottom reader, use of a sex machine,
Word count: 1.1k
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“Hey, love?” Viktor asked softly, sipping his mug across the table from Y/N, who stayed focused on their sketchbook.
“Mmh?”
“I have a new… invention I’ve been working on.” Viktor hesitated, shielding his face for a brief second as lewd images took over his thoughts. He cleared his throat and looked back up, at his partner who was oblivious to what he had in mind. He smiled, admiring their every feature and focused expression before continuing.
”Would you be willing to… give it a try?” He folded his hands in his lap and adjusted, awaiting Y/N ‘s response anxiously.
“Invention? Sure, why not :D What's it for? Better not kill me that’s for sure” they joked, earning a chuckle from Viktor.
“It won’t though, right love?” They inquired cautiously, briefly glancing up before continuing their artwork. Viktor was silent. Lustfully lost in thought, dazed even, before he shut his eyes and smiled to himself. Y/N watched him rise from his chair and start towards their shared bedroom — leaving Y/N to grow more and more concerned, but more importantly they were curious.
“..babe?” Y/N’s full attention was on Viktor, they waited anxiously for a response but earned only a closed door as their lover disappeared in another room. Instantly, they got up and trotted after him at a fast pace. Many different thoughts danced through their mind with each step closer to the shut bedroom door — they were intrigued but nervous and several feelings tugged at their heart before they opened the door to see Viktor kneeling at the end of their bed. Some form of machinery stood next to him, a pole?
“Choose a number between.. hm- 8 and 12?” Viktor told them, a devilish smile lacing his expression.
“Uhh.. 9? No- 10!” They spattered awkwardly, keeping their place in the doorway as an act of caution.
“10, hmm.” Viktor thought out loud as he lifted something from a small chest he’d slid out from under the bed. He turned away from Y/N so they couldn’t see the object. The sound of it being placed back in the bin was sudden before he rose speedily and faced Y/N with a more serious expression.
“Come, love. It’s a surprise~” he cooed as he took a slow step towards them. Y/N noticed the silky fabric that spread between viktors outstretched hands. Said fabric was suddenly wrapped around Y/N’s head before they could respond. Their eyes covered, they clutched Viktor as he guided them to the bed. Swiftly and gently, Viktor laid them on the bed, resting over them comfortably to pepper kisses on their neck. A switch flipped in Y/N’s mind before they could savor the sweet affection.
“Hey, love?”
Viktor lifted his head, awaiting Y/N’s question.
“Is this an… intimate type of machine?”
A brief silence put their mind at dis-ease, before Viktor rose from Y/N’s grasp, leaving them lost and curious once again.
“Why don’t you find out?” He teased playfully, the lust in his voice hung deep, giving Y/N a good idea of the intense and arousing expression he wore past their blindfold. His words spiked their blood flow, pumping blood to everywhere in their body. Viktors familiar warmth cradled Y/N for a short moment, before their bottoms were gingerly tugged off. They began to sit up, worried and exposed, but viktors loving hold returned to Y/N once again
“Trust me, love. Just say the safe word if you’re uncomfortable with anything, okay?” His voice was soft and caring , showing his genuine concern for his lover's safety and comfort. A shy nod was Y/N’s response before they laid back down to receive a deep kiss from Viktor, who began to lay on top of them once again. Their mouths meet and their breaths intermingle for some time, causing the room to heat up, along with the center of the bed where they laid. The energy rises, and Viktor stands slowly, not wanting to break the kiss he shared with Y/N.
“Why don’t you.. roll over for me, love?” He suggested. They could hear the smirk in his voice. Obediently, they complied. Viktors hands rested upon Y/N’s hips once again to lift their bottom into the air. Y/N stayed still, their lower half completely exposed and their legs spread wide for Viktor to enjoy.
And that he did, before he attached the object from a moment ago to his machinery.
Y/N jumped slightly as they were greeted by viktors fingers grazing over their hole, he slipped one in and another right after. Shocked by the sudden stimulation, their back begin to arch without them realizing.
“Oh just you wait, love. Just you wait~” viktor smiled to himself as he pulled Y/N slowly to the edge of the bed and inserted a dildo as they back up.
“Wh- viktor?” Y/N puzzled, “dildos have already been invented, dumbass.” They joked
“Very funny, love.” Viktor sneered excitedly, before stepping back to turn his machine on a low setting. The metal arm began to move, pumping the toy in and out of Y/N as they buried their face, flustered. Viktor sat in front of them, holding their head comfortingly. Small whines began to ripple from their buried mouth, soon to erupt louder in the air as Viktor lifted their chin to admire their aroused lover.
“Thoughts, my love?” Viktor cooed lustfully, swiping his thumb along their cheek. Y/N bit their lip in thought, before trying to hide their red face once again. Viktors hold grew firmer, he lowered his grip to their neck and pressed a remote he kept in his free hand. The machine’s arm sped up, forcing the toy in and out. Y/N muffled their whimpers behind a bit lip, holding back from expressing their pleasure.
“Ah ah, I want to see you, love. I want to know how well my… invention is working.” Viktor savored the moment, taking every opportunity to tease and torture his pleading lover. Another push at the remote was another moment Y/N grew closer and closer to climax, Viktor increasing the speed rapidly.
As it grew to be too much, Y/N tried to move away from the machine, lessening the amount the toy was pushed inside them. Their attempt was foiled as Viktor cradled them softly, but resisted against them. He pushed them backwards slowly, driving the dildo through Y/N harder and deeper as he pressed the remote once again — at almost full speed. Y/N stuffed their face into viktors neck as loud, breathless moans burst from their throat.
More kisses were planted gingerly over Y/N’s neck and exposed shoulder, he held them gently and watched as they grew messier and messier with the machines increasing speed.
He's been hauled around by so many people and animals at this point in his life that he's starting to rate them by size and comfort level.
He's literally bent over backwards on a horse ridden by three other men here. He's having this thought in the privacy of his own mind while frowning at the sky, still shot full of lead bullets btw. Peak Law moment.
Episode 690 at 20:54 (the voice acting for this line is amazing)
summary: After inheriting your grandmother's house, you find a seemingly normal mirror in the attic. When night falls however, the mirror becomes a portal into your favorite fictional world and who better to greet you than your favorite character. Can you change his fate or see him to his doom?
tags: isekai!reader, sfw, possible ooc? idk man it’s a fanfic
a/n: y'all are so amazing oh my god 🫶🏻. got me smiling at my phone and shit 🤭. might start a taglist for this, so if you want to be added let me know! also apologies for the delay, but i hope it was worth it
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Marco had a firm grip on your shoulder as he led you to your doom Whitebeard. The sky was still dark with only the moonlight shining down over you both. You could feel your heartbeat hammering as you both moved through the night. Your anxiety was practically eating you alive. You were about to meet an Emperor of the Sea and you weren't meeting under the best conditions.
You both finally stopped in front of a large door. Marco knocked loudly before entering the room with you in tow. The Whitebeard was sitting at a desk over by the wall. He was huge, you felt like a mere ant with his sheer height. You knew he was massive compared to a normal human, but it was still jarring to see in person. The sound of the door closing and a cough caused him to turn your way and he raised an eyebrow while looking you over.
“Marco? Who’s the brat?”
The mentioned pushed you forward and crossed his arms as he leaned against the door. “Don’t know. A stowaway is my guess. Found them in Ace’s room with a handful of berries from his bag. They look harmless, but Ace was out cold on the floor when I walked in. They said they could explain so here we are.”
Whitebeard’s face hardened at the thought of harm coming to one of his sons. His gaze pierced through you. “Explain yourself or you’ll be sleeping with the sea kings.”
You felt like you were going to throw up, but it would do you no good here so you pushed your anxiety aside for the moment. “It’s kinda complicated but I promise you I didn’t do anything to Ace. We were messing around and he just fell asleep, I swear on my life. Just wait until he wakes up and he’ll back me up.”
The tension in the room was suffocating. They had no reason to believe you and if you told them where you were from, they’d probably toss you overboard anyways. You feared for your life if Ace didn’t wake soon.
“That doesn’t answer the question as to why you were going through his stuff or how you got here, yoi.”
You bit your lip as you thought of what to say. “As I said, it’s complicated. I’m not sure you’ll believe me if I tell you. And I admit that I was snooping, but I should’ve known better. My curiosity got the better of me, but it wasn’t my intention to steal. Honest.”
Whitebeard’s gaze never left you as he spoke to Marco. “Go check on Ace and see if he’ll wake up to verify.” You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the hulking figure before you, so you assumed Marco nodded. The door shut behind him as he left the room. “Now, I want you to tell me how you got on my ship undetected. None of this ‘complicated’ crap.”
So you told him. Well, about the mirror, not the being from a different world. Finding it hidden away, befriending Ace and going through it, you told him everything. He studied your face as if looking for something. Whatever it was, he found it as he nodded. “Yes, I know all about that mirror.”
You furrowed your eyebrows. “Wait, you know about it?”
He let out a barking laugh. “It was on my ship was it not? I’ll admit though, it’s been a long time since it was last used.”
“Last used? Does that mean someone from my side came here?”
“It was a long time ago, but yes someone came through. In the end though, she made the choice to return to her home to her family.”
You were trying to wrap your head around it. You weren't the first? Then who was?
“In fact, you look like her spitting image.” His words caused your thoughts to come to a halt. Your grandmother used to say that you reminded her of herself in her youth. There was no way he was talking about your sweet, old granny though, right?
“Wait. Whitebeard, sir, what exactly are you implying? That my grandmother came here and never told me?”
He let out a sigh. “We both agreed that it would be better for less people to know about the mirrors. It was too dangerous for people from her side to come here. So we hid them and I guess neither of us had the heart to get rid of it. Which is why it was so easy for you and Ace to stumble upon them.”
Everything he was saying made sense. You had never seen the mirror before you found it in the attic. Now that you thought about it, you could recall her wistful face, eyes longing for a place far from home when she thought you weren’t paying attention. You just thought it was for your absent parents, not a fictional pirate world.
This was a lot to take in. One thought occurred to you though. “You’re not gonna like tell me that you’re my grandpa are you? There’s only so much I can handle in a short amount of time.”
Whitebeard let out another chuckle and shook his head. “No, we were just good friends. I offered her a spot on my crew even. If she didn’t have people relying on her then I think she would have taken my offer. That’s why we were such good friends, we shared a love for family.”
You nodded along with what he was saying, that did sound like her. It would have been cool if you were actually related to Whitebeard though. Insane, but cool. Who would have thought that you’d be talking about your dead grandma with an emperor of the sea.
“Do you also know about-”
You were interrupted by the door opening and a face full of freckles.
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The first thing Ace became aware of was a sharp stinging in his nose. He abruptly sat up and furiously rubbed at his nose, nearly colliding with Marco. He didn’t even remember falling asleep. One minute he was goofing with you and the next he was being woken up. Speaking of you, his gaze drifted to the mirror. You weren’t in it but it still reflected your bedroom.
“If you’re looking for your little friend, they're with Pops.” His attention was pulled over to the blond.
“Wait, they’re here?! Can you take me to them?” Ace practically jumped to his feet. Marco stopped him before he could rush to you.
“Slow down hotshot, I need you to verify that they aren’t a threat.”
“A threat? Did they look like a threat? C’mon Marco they were unarmed and in pajamas. No, they aren’t a threat….except maybe to pillows.”
Marco huffed and threw up his hands in exasperation. “How was I supposed to know?! You were passed out and they were snooping through your stuff,” He gestured to the fallen bag with berries surrounding it. “And you should know in this world that appearances can be deceiving.”
Ace rolled his eyes and adjusted his hat. “You can tell me all about deceiving appearances or whatever later. Can you take me to see them now?”
Marco nodded and led the way to Pop’s room. The night sky was clear, stars twinkling around the full moon. There was a soft breeze that ruffled through Marco’s hair and pulled at Ace’s stampede strap from his hat. The deck was void of life, save for the people on watch.
They made their way to Pop’s door where they could make out the faint conversation on the other side. Marco suddenly stopped in front of the door and smirked. “You know, Thatch is gonna be ecstatic when he finds out what you’ve been up to.”
Ace groaned and ran his hands down his face. “He’s gonna be so annoying and a pain in my ass.”
“Now you know how we feel.”
“Yeah-hey!”
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Bickering entered your ears as the duo walked in. Your conversation with Whitebeard would have to resume later. If there was a later for you here. Warm brown eyes met yours and Ace’s face lit up. “You really are here!”
Marco rolled his eyes as he shut the door behind them. “I wasn’t lying.”
Ace immediately came to your side. Concern flashed across his face. “You’re not in trouble right?” Then he turned to Whitebeard. “They didn’t do anything to me, it was just my narcolepsy.
“Ace, I’m not in trouble. He knows about the thing.”
“He knows?!”
Marco butted in. “Wait, what did I miss? What thing?”
Whitebeard waved his hand and cleared his throat. “Alright Alright, no one is in trouble and I understand the situation now. Marco, I’ll discuss this with you and the other commanders in the morning. For now, let’s all get some rest.”
Marco sighed, knowing he wasn’t going to get any real answers tonight. On his way out, he reminded Ace of the meeting. If Ace missed the first half of another meeting because he slept in, Marco was gonna skin him alive.
Only the three of you remained. You still had a question though. “Wait, one more thing. Why was tonight the only time I could pass through? Any other time we tried it, nothing went through.”
Whitebeard brought his fist to his chin in thought. “I don’t know much, but for some reason, it only fully works during a full moon.”
The mysterious workings of the mirror would have to remain a mystery for now as you let out a loud yawn. You didn't mean to, but the events of the night were starting to catch up to you. You slapped your hands over your mouth and muttered a “Sorry.”
You got a chuckle from both of them. Whitebeard waved you both off. “We can discuss more at a later date. You two go get some rest.”
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As you both made your way to Ace’s room, you stopped to admire the night sky. It took Ace a moment to realise you weren't right behind him and he shot you a questioning look over his shoulder. “You okay?”
You nodded as you breathed in the scent of the ocean. “You know, this is the first time I've ever been on a ship. And I haven’t seen this many stars in a long time. Let me soak it in for a minute, who knows when I'll get another chance when I go back.”
Ace thought for a second. “You don’t have to go back.”
“I can’t just stay here, Ace. I have a life back home.”
He scoffed. “What life? You always complain about work and you have no friends, no offense.”
“Offense taken! I have friends….I just don’t see them often.”
“Whatever you say,” He raised his hands in defense. “I’m just saying you have a choice.”
Did you? Sure, it sounded appealing, but you weren’t made for this world. Sailing the seas with an Emperor? It was a death sentence for you. Not to mention what you knew of their fates. You were brought out of your thoughts by Ace’s hand on your shoulder.
“Just think about it, okay?”
You absentmindedly nodded. You couldn’t bring yourself to say no to him. A smile tugged at his lips and his hand drifted down to yours. Your cheeks darkened but you didn’t have time to ponder as he firmly gripped your hand and started dragging you. “Wha-Ace!’
“C’mon, we’re supposed to be getting rest. Weren't you yawning like five minutes ago? We can stargaze another night.”
“Stargaze?” You laughed. “You wish I’d stargaze with you. And that's if i come back”
“Blah blah blah can’t hear you.”
“You’re such an idiot.”
“Can I be your idiot?”
“Ace!”
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You never made it to your bed. Once you and Ace had gotten back to his room, you had realized what a mess you had made earlier. A bunch of random things were sprawled across the floor. After cleaning that up, your eyes could barely stay open. You had both collapsed on his bed and it was oh so comfortable. You knew that all you had to do was to cross a couple of feet to get to your bed, but it was like your body was made of lead. Surely you could just close your eyes for just a few minutes. You didn’t even realise that you fell asleep until the next morning.
The next thing you were aware of was sunlight streaming in. Oh no. You sat up in a rush, blanket falling from your figure. Wait, you don’t remember covering up last night. Ace must have draped it over you. Ace. He wasn’t in the room after a quick survey. Didn’t Marco say something about a meeting?
Panic was starting to creep in. Whitebeard had said that you could only pass through the mirror during a full moon and the next one wouldn’t be for a month. You were now officially stuck here. You were so getting fired when you got back. Sighing, you ran your hands through your hair. You could handle this.
Knocking caught your attention. It must have been Ace. Well you hoped it was Ace or this was going to be awkward. Should you respond? Before you could decide, the door opened just a bit
A wave of messy black hair peeked out from the door. Ace had his hand covering his eyes. “Are you decent?”
You deadpanned. “No, I’m naked.”
“Even better….wait, are you actually?”
Laughing, you got up and made your way over to him and moved his hand from his face. “You really thought I’d be waiting for you naked? In your dreams, Portgas.”
He pouted. “Why do you have to be so mean to me? I could leave you to fend for yourself, you know.”
“You wouldn’t and you know it.”
“I guess you’re right,” He sighed dramatically. “On to a more important matter….Are you hungry?”
That’s how you found yourself in the mess hall. Curious glances were thrown your way. You’d be shocked too if a newcomer showed up while you were literally in the middle of the ocean. You tried to ignore the prying eyes as you followed behind Ace. Whatever was being served smelled delicious. Your stomach growled.
Ace laughed. Then his stomach growled and he stopped. He cleared his throat. “You’re gonna love this food, Thatch is a god in the kitchen.”
A large pompadour popped into your vision. “Oh so now you’re singing my praises, you’re lucky if I gave you anything after you used the ‘O’ word.”
“You’re still mad about that? You can’t ignore the truth that you’re getting old-“
Ace was suddenly pulled into a headlock. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence or I’m giving you the scraps for a month.” Ace managed to make a thumbs up with his hand before he was released. The arm that was around his neck moved to his shoulders “Now, why don’t you introduce me to your friend.”
“Oh right,” he introduced you. “And this here is Thatch, fourth division commander and our cook. We don’t know what we’d do without him.”
Oh, this was Thatch. His death would become the catalyst to the horrors of the future. It was an odd feeling being around so many people who you knew would die for the sake of the main storyline. You managed to muster up a smile. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you.”
“Only good things I hope, now why don’t we get you two something to eat.”
Breakfast with the Whitebeard Pirates was oddly domestic. They were like a giant, loud, family. Despite Ace’s wishes, Thatch decided that he was going to tell you embarrassing stories about Ace from the past year. Including the time he tried to use his devil fruit to bake cookies and he burned all of them, Thatch had made him eat the whole batch after. Every. Last. Crumb. Which had gotten Ace a lifetime ban from the kitchen.
As Thatch rambled on, you sat back and admired the scene in front of you. You had only ever had your grandmother for breakfasts like this. After weeks of lonely meals, it was a nice feeling to have again. A figure on the other side of the mess hall caught your eye and a shiver ran down your spine.
Marshall D. Teach or as you better know him, Blackbeard.
He was just sitting there, having a conversation with his table mates. Nothing that looked out of the ordinary as he laughed obnoxiously. You knew however that it was just a facade. A hand suddenly waved in your face, bringing your focus back to your own table mates. Both Thatch and Ace had concerned looks on their faces, but Thatch was the one to speak up first. “You okay, kid? You totally zoned out on us.”
You shook your head and pushed your plate over to Ace. “I’m fine I uh….I’m just not hungry anymore.”
Thatch shrugged it off. Ace, however, had followed your gaze over to Teach’s table. He knew Teach wasn’t the prettiest pirate, but he wasn’t a bad guy... well, as far as being a pirate went. So what had caused you to freeze up? He would have to ask you later.
You were feeling conflicted now. You had told yourself you wouldn’t interfere but it wasn’t that easy anymore. Now, you were in the story. If you got your calculations right, you might still be here when it happens. Could you really just stand on the sidelines and not do anything?
No you couldn’t. Maybe if you warned Whitebeard then Teach would never get the chance to kill Thatch for that devil fruit. Ace wouldn’t go on a manhunt that would result in defeat, imprisonment and death. The Whitebeard pirates would remain as one instead of losing their captain. Screw the storyline Sorry Luffy. Right now, these were real people and not characters on a screen or page.
One thing was for certain, you needed to talk to Whitebeard again.
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