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Under the Microscope, Part 16 (Yandere Sabo x Reader)

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Thank you to @tryingandfailingtowrite for beta-ing and editing this!!

This is for all y'all who wanted another chapter of a WIP for the one year anniversary special. I wish I had infinite time to write all of my WIPs and more for y'all, I really do. Hope you enjoy! Sunny and Sabo certainly are :)

Your POV

You lay your head on the railing of the ship as you watched the rolling waves in the distance. It was only early afternoon, but the day already felt like it had gone on forever. The nurses had you doing the physical therapy assigned by Marco, and Sabo had already stopped by once to continue re-teaching you how to read. Your frustration grew until it almost radiated off of you, and you wished Ace were around to blow things up with you again. You could probably do it yourself, given the materials on the ship, but it didn’t seem as fun without him.

Nothing did, really. He’d left two days prior, and you’d been in a funk since. Sabo came by and tried to cheer you up, but you’d basically ignored his words of support. Ace was his brother, you didn’t know how Sabo could be so unaffected by his departure. You’d been trying to read at the desk in your room when Sabo had come by a few hours after Ace had left.

“Hey Sunny, how are you feeling?” Sabo asked from the doorway. Since the incident with Marco, no one had entered your room without permission.

“Fine,” you’d replied, trying to read the children’s story on your desk. Fuck the red fox and the lazy dog, you thought.

“Are you feeling sad?” Sabo asked, tilting his head as he looked at you like an errant child.

“No.” Maybe if you didn’t respond a lot, Sabo would leave you alone, and you could be upset in peace. What a stupid question , you thought, you didn’t feel sad. You felt adrift, like a glass bottle on the waves of the sea — rudderless, useless, and alone in an environment you weren’t suited for. “I’m studying, leave me be please.”

“Of course,” Sabo said, leaving with surprisingly little effort on your part. You closed your eyes and rested your forehead on the small desk in front of you. It felt selfish to want Ace to return. You knew he had to go to Wano, but you wanted your friend back.

The next few days, you tried to throw yourself into your rehabilitation, both physical and mental, but it was draining. You suspected that having Marco heal you was helping with the symptoms of your TBI, but there was no way to test that theory. It did little to alleviate your feelings, but at least you could now walk the stairs without having to stop in the middle.

Right now, you were watching the sea, wishing you’d see Striker in the distance. Ace would come and tell you he made a mistake, that they didn’t need him in Wano, that he would stay with you. But of course, no ship came. In fact, Sabo had told you the night before that they’d be at a rendezvous point so everyone could switch to a smaller RA vessel while a scavenging crew took the useful bits from the Marine vessel. The RA ship would take everyone back to Headquarters, where you’d meet Monkey D. Dragon. Just the thought had your hands shaking from something other than exhaustion.

Staring off into the endless water, you realized what that empty feeling inside of you was — you were lonely. Of course, you missed Ace; that was clear. When he’d been around, it had been like something in you was fulfilled, like someone wanted and cared about you. And the worse part was that it made you realize that you’d been lonely for years. You’d been able to bury yourself in your work, convince yourself that you didn’t really need friends, that maybe things would be different at the next base, or after the next assignment.

But it was never true.

You’d been lying to yourself for years, deluding yourself for so long you’d forgotten your own lies. And Ace’s leaving was like ripping off an old bandage with the wound still festering underneath. Besides, someone like Ace didn’t need someone like you. He’d only been on the RA ship for a few weeks, but it seemed like he had become friends with half the ship in just days. People naturally gravitated to him, sought him out for leadership or companionship, much like you had. You wondered how many strays Ace had picked up during his time on the seas, people like you who were waiting to see his sunny face again.

Something red coming up in your peripheral vision broke you out of your self-pitying thoughts. You lifted your head from the railing to see Iva standing near you, this time in his male form. The sight of his new form caught your interest immediately, you’d always been curious about their devil fruit and the practical applications of changing genders rapidly.

“Sunny-girl! There you are, I’ve been meaning to find you. I left you alone to recuperate in sadness, but I’ve waited long enough!” Iva emphatically declared. You stood up a little straighter, unsure what you could provide to Iva at this juncture.

“I’m sorry, I would have come sooner if-”

“If you hadn’t been moping over Acey-boy. Don’t worry about him, he’s fine. Strong young man, and caught the Grand Line’s favorite DILF too,” Iva said, his eyes twinkling. You weren’t sure what to say, so you remained quiet, which was the right choice because Iva continued on.

“Such a shame, he made a lovely woman,” Iva said, putting his head in his hand with a sigh.

“Oh? You changed him into a girl?” you asked, curious to hear the story.

“A woman, Sunny, he was no girl. After he healed, he asked me to switch him over. He tried it for a few weeks but grew restless. Wouldn’t wear a shirt and kept fondling himself in public. It wasn’t a big to do. Quite the scandal, really,” Iva said with a shrug of his shoulders. You tilted your head in thought, and a question popped into your mind.

“What about Sabo?” you blurted out.

“Sabo? Hm, he tried it once but didn’t find it interesting. Boring,” Iva declared with a toss of his head. Iva continued talking, interrupting your imaginings of Sabo in a frilly dress.

“Everyone wants to try it from the other side, you know?” Iva said with a long wink.

“Er, try what?” you asked, unsure exactly what Iva was referencing.

“Sex, of course! Orgasms, positions, oral, anal, you name it, everyone wants to try out what they haven’t had,” Iva mused as you felt your face burn. You should have expected that answer, you supposed, but hearing all that out loud had you flushing.

“Would you like to try?” Iva asked, now giving you a once-over and a twirl of his finger.

“Er, uh, well, I don’t think-”

“Come on, Sunny-girl. It’s the perfect time, too, still at sea. I think I’ve changed most of the RA by now, so no one will bat an eye. It’s quite the experience,” Iva continued, arching his eyebrow at you.

“Uh, um, the thing - I haven’t, um. I haven’t exactly experienced much on this side,” you mumbled, your face burning even hotter now. The tips of your ears were probably red from how much you were flushing.

“A virgin! Really? I’m surprised. I can’t say I’m surprised though, it practically radiates off you. Nothing to be embarrassed about-” Iva began fussing before you cut him off with a wave of your hand, your face still red.

“I’m not embarrassed, not exactly. I’ve never found anyone who was interested, so I just,” you trailed off, willing the conversation to move along. But like a dog with a bone, Iva was not letting go.

“Oh, I know someone who’s very interested,” Iva said with a devilish smile, arching his brow again. You weren’t sure if there was blood anywhere in your body besides your face. You pressed your lips together and blinked slowly to regain a drop of composure.

“But there’s plenty of time for that. Surely you’ve at least had an orgasm,” Iva stated, looking you over. You looked back out to sea; you could not lie convincingly to save your life or your pride.

“Sunny-girl, please. Tell me you’ve had an orgasm. Tell me you’ve masturbated,” Iva said, grabbing your shoulders and shaking you slightly, his tone growing more desperate with every word. His brows furrowed, and his normal smile pointed down in a frown, like he was genuinely concerned.

“I uh, I’m not sure I-” Iva dramatically threw himself back, the back of his hand over his forehead like he was going to faint. He tottered backwards, his heels clacking loudly with every step, and you grew concerned he was going to topple over, head first. You were also worried that his behavior was going to attract attention, which was the only possible worse outcome than having to talk about this particular topic with Iva.

“Oh! I simply cannot go on! But I must go on, help the poor unfortunate souls who live without satisfaction-”

“I’m not without-”

“Sunny-girl,” Iva exclaimed, a fan thwapping open as he used it to cool himself off, “this is unacceptable. You need to practice! How else do you expect to show someone else how to make you orgasm?”

“Where did the fan come-”

“What’s the problem? Have you at least tried? ” his large eyes roving over you once more. Now you knew how your amoebas felt under your watchful gaze. You blinked a few times, fidgeting as you thought about your answer. You truly weren’t embarrassed about being a virgin, but talking about your masturbation habits with an overdramatic Commander of the Revolutionary Army was not something you felt all that comfortable discussing.

“I’ve tried many times. I just can’t…get there,” you finished, trying to use a euphemism. “There’s something wrong-”

“There’s nothing wrong with you! Don’t ever say that!” Iva exclaimed as if you’d personally offended him, his fan snapping closed in his hand. “As your superior officer-”

“I’m not sure you are, I don’t really work-”

“I am ordering you to go back to your room, make yourself comfortable, and feel yourself. I’m not saying only physically, I want you to try and connect with yourself, Sunny-girl. I can tell there are years of repression here,” Iva said with a flash of his eyes and a frown, waving a hand in your general direction. If you’d wanted a distraction from your loneliness, it was coming in the form of being ordered to try and masturbate to orgasm, you thought.

“And I don’t have to share the health benefits, do I? Orgasm triggers several hormones — dopamine, oxytocin, endorphins, prolactin, serotonin — it strengthens your pelvic floor muscles, helps your sleep-��

“Sleep benefits aren’t scientifically proven-” you stammered, your hands up in the air like you were surrendering. Iva pursed his lips and gave you another once over before his purple painted lips parted in a smile.

“You know the difference between an enzyme and a hormone?” Iva asked, his smile wide. Your brain decided to comply and work for once, so you happily started prattling off the information, trying to shift the conversation away from the world’s worst topic.

“Well, an enzyme-”

“You can’t hear an enzyme HEEHAW! Now off you go, shoo. I don’t want to hear from you until you orgasm! If you don’t orgasm, come back to me for tips!” Iva said, physically herding you towards the door to the lower decks. There wasn’t a point in disagreeing with him, you thought and frankly, a break did sound nice.

You were fairly certain Iva was ribbing you, he couldn’t order you to masturbate. Probably. Given the last few weeks, perhaps it was time to try to release the flood of hormones like Iva suggested. Maybe you’d try another attempt at the behest of the Commander and see what came of it, you thought as Iva gave you a final push into the hallway. All those chemicals might do you some good. You definitely needed them.

Sabo POV

Sabo sagged in his chair as the meeting coordinating the transfer of people and goods from ship to ship finally ended. It was important and needed to be done, but he found these kind of logistical meetings tedious. He liked action, not discussing how many ropes they would be taking with them (all of them). Sabo tipped his hat over his face for a brief respite before his thoughts turned to you yet again. Really, they’d been on you for most of the meeting, but he’d tried to corral them back in.

He was worried about you and wasn’t quite sure how to help. Marco had warned him to watch for a slump after Ace left, that a change in your surroundings and circumstances might trigger a depressive episode in you. Sabo suspected you’d been depressed for years — overworked, underappreciated, and lonely — but Marco warned of an acute burst of profound sadness.

And Marco was right. You’d been withdrawn and silent over the past few days, not snapping at everyone as he expected, but withdrawn and silent. Sabo wished you’d confide in him, let him in, but he knew that wasn’t something that could be demanded from someone. He’d have to continue being a safe harbor for you, the shelter for your storm. Eventually, you’d come around, he was sure of it.

Sabo stretched as he stood and grabbed his pipe, ready to head to the top deck to get some sun. He always preferred being outdoors; it fueled something within him. Maybe it was all the years in the jungle or the treehouse he used to live in, but being inside for hours on end always felt stifling. It reminded him of being in his family’s manor, the endless lessons from stuffy tutors…

It reminded him of his former noble status, he realized. Sabo’s gut churned whenever he thought of his life before he found his real brothers, but especially now in conjunction with you. Ace, Luffy, and Dragon already knew of it and still accepted him, but what about you? He knew the circumstances of your life and your experiences with nobles. He’d dug into every lead he could find on you, and they weren’t great.

Your family lived on the outskirts of a nobleman’s manor, your mother one of the factory workers for the estate’s textile business. There was no doubt in his mind that it was exploitative with your mother working for pennies while they made thousands. She was working multiple jobs to make ends meet and send your brothers to school while the upper class reveled in their undeserved luxury.

You’d had to join the Marines to help support your family after your sister fell ill and sent back nearly all your money to them. No, Sabo would have to continue to hide his origins from you, like he did with almost everyone else. If you knew the truth about his birth circumstances, your opinion would irrevocably change.

Coming up to the top deck, Sabo took a deep inhale of the salty air. Finally, he felt like he could breathe again. He twirled his pipe mindlessly for a few minutes, humming along to some nameless tune. He was letting himself daydream a little as he heard the clacking of Iva’s heels from behind.

“Hi Iva,” Sabo said dreamily, thinking about a time when you might let him kiss you again. He’d gotten two on the island, but they hardly counted. Sabo was a patient man. He would wait until it was something you bestowed on him this time. Maybe.

“Sabo-boy, I haven’t had the time to see anyone today. But I had the time to see your little scientist earlier,” Iva said, the corners of his mouth curling into a cheshire grin.

“Sunny? I’m sure she was happy to see you,” Sabo said, recalling how you’d been discreetly asking about Iva’s schedule. He knew you had a genuine interest in Iva’s scientific work, which was a change of pace for the performer. He was more used to people admiring his showmanship rather than his mind, so Sabo wondered how long it would be until Iva took you under his wing.

“Oh, she was. Or will be. I gave her a little experiment to try, I think you should check on her,” Iva said with a wink. Sabo didn’t say anything, but his gut told him Iva was meddling. What else could he expect after telling him about his desire for you? Iva thrived on drama and contrived circumstances, of course he was going to stir the pot.

“Alright, I’ll go in a few-”

“My suggestion is you go now,” Iva said, his eyes wide and his smile impossibly wider. OK, Iva had definitely done something; there was no question. What on earth had he told you to do?

“Thank you, Iva. I’m sure she finds it enriching,” Sabo said with a tip of his hat.

“She surely does.”

A few moments later, Sabo was listening intently outside your door. There wasn't a lot of noise coming from the room, just the sound of your breathing. Maybe you were napping? If that was the case, he didn’t want to wake you since he knew all the therapy made you tired. The foot of your bed faced the door, so he’d be able to tell if you were asleep from a quick glance in the room. Sabo silently opened the door a tiny crack to see what was-

Oh?

Oh.

Sabo’s mind went blank.

Completely blank.

There were no thoughts in his head as he absorbed the sight in front of him. His pipe nearly slipped out of his hand, recovering only at the last moment to keep it from clattering to the floor. Iva had definitely been meddling, and Sabo was going to approve every single outrageous costume he submitted as a business expense as thanks.

Sabo was transfixed when he saw you were lyying on your back, one of your arms thrown over your eyes as you moaned softly. You were completely nude from the waist down, wearing one of his old shirts on top. Your other hand was between your splayed legs, slowly rubbing the clit of your perfect pussy.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away as your fingers took slick from your entrance and brought it back to your clit, this time increasing the speed at which you rubbed. Sabo nearly drooled as he imagined tracing every fold on display before him. This was something he’d pictured in his mind countless times, even down to this very scenario, and his imagination did not do reality justice.

Your cheeks were rosy under your arm, and he wished he could watch your face more closely as you started using three of your small fingers on your clit. You bit your lip to muffle your whines and soft sighs. Sabo fought the urge to kiss you, to draw out more of your needy sounds with his passion.

He was incredibly hard, his cock begging to be given similar treatment, but the hallway of the infirmary wasn’t the place. He could watch you and shut the door if someone came by, but it would be more difficult to explain public indecency. Sabo decided to commit the entire scene to memory and stroke himself to it when he had the privacy.

You weren’t pumping your fingers inside yourself, but whatever worked for you worked for him. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, and you moaned again, your thighs twitching. Sabo broke his own promise from moments before and unzipped his pants to fist his twitching cock as he watched you bring yourself closer to orgasm.

Or so he thought. You rubbed and stroked with increasing speed, but the moment never seemed to arrive. You tried different techniques, stroking, rubbing, even patting, but it didn’t seem like you could get yourself to come. Sabo wondered if you were edging yourself, but he didn’t think so as you groaned in frustration. Was there something different because of your TBI? Sabo watched as you threw your other hand down on the bed, only to pick it back up a few moments later and begin again.

A singular question popped into Sabo’s mind — did you not know how to pleasure yourself to completion? He hadn’t exactly broached the subject before, but it wasn’t that unusual for women to lack knowledge about their bodies and sexuality. Sabo’s erection throbbed as he imagined himself teaching you how to come on his tongue, on his fingers, on his cock. He had given up on his mission to avoid touching himself in public — he’d stop before anyone got near — and was stroking himself as he watched you do the same.

Sabo kept pace with you, with his hand on his cock and yours on your cunt. He’d watch and stroke until you’d inevitably stop right before the big event. It made him want to curse from the delicious pain of his denied climax. The physical things you were doing should work, could maybe use a little finesse, but if Sabo had to guess your stumbling block, it was your mind. That’s why in his fantasies, he overwhelmed you to the point where you had no option but to succumb to the pleasure he was providing you.

You’d just started another slow climb towards orgasm, Sabo gritting his teeth as he stroked himself along with you. You were torturing him and you didn’t even know it, just like every other day of the week. He hoped that this time you’d be able to get yourself to come, maybe he’d find some relief as well. Your eyes were scrunched tightly shut, as if you were willing something into your mind. He wished he had some kind of mind-reading fruit to be able to see who or what you were imagining.

Your back arched on the bed and your heels dug in as you furiously rubbed your clit with two fingers. Your mouth parted for your short huffs to escape when Sabo’s ears perked up. What was that you were softly moaning?

Your POV

Iva wasn’t completely wrong; you were wound tight and needed some release. Maybe some inhibitions let loose from your brain being knocked around would help you come for the first time. Additionally, you wanted to finally be able to experience some of the health benefits Iva had mentioned, and more besides. You’d read a fascinating paper on the positive effect of orgasm on pain and mood stabilization in female patients. The nurses kept offering you pain medication, but it made you drowsy and your thoughts even slower, so you didn’t like to take it. Maybe if you were able to make yourself come, you’d be able to reap all the benefits you’d read about in Dr. Kureha’s article.

It wasn’t for lack of trying that you weren’t able to orgasm — you’d been trying every few months since puberty, but nothing ever happened. It only ever left you more frustrated than before. You’d feel some physical sensations, but they either never went anywhere or you stopped before you came, scared of the intensity of the new feelings. Either that or you'd lacked the privacy you would need to initiate such an ordeal. It had always been an exercise in frustration, but maybe it would be different this time. There was only one way to find out.

You lay back on your bed after changing into Sabo’s old cozy shirt. You tried to get comfortable and settled, like the advice given in the innumerable guides you’d read on masturbation. There was no music or candles like they typically suggested, but you’d take what you could get. Looking up, you made sure the door was closed — when it was, no one would enter without knocking first — and got to work.

You stuck your hand between your legs, quickly finding your clit. After taking a deep breath, you rubbed the nub slowly, trying to acclimate yourself to the situation. This part was easy, it wasn’t like you were unfamiliar with your anatomy. Closing your eyes, you tried to feel the feelings as the books so unhelpfully provided as you stroked your clit.

You rubbed, stroked, patted, did any kind of sensation that you could think of, putting your arm over your eyes to block out anything that might distract you from your focus. Some of the advice you’d read was to imagine a partner with you, but thinking about some faceless man doing those things to you wasn’t really helping either. Same results as before, you thought, throwing your arm off your face and dramatically to the side.

Nothing.

You had gotten close, maybe? One time? But overall, the same nothing that always happened before was happening now, making you want to howl in frustration.

As you lay in bed fuming, your fingers smelling of your own juices, a thought came to mind. If you did nothing differently, how could you expect a different outcome? You’d been repeating the same experiment over and over and had been surprised by getting the same results. This was basic scientific reasoning — the same actions would yield the same results. So, what variable needed to change?

Thinking about something that turned you on might help, you mused. But what should you think about? You found men attractive and generally tried to picture a generic handsome man kissing you or fingering you when you attempted to come, but that didn’t seem to work. Maybe you needed to think of a particular person to make your brain focus specifically. But who?

You weren’t attracted to any of the Marines at your last base, you couldn’t remember anyone from the base before it, you didn’t really know any of the RA members on the ship, and you weren’t attracted to Ace in that way. The only person that left that you had any kind of connection to was…Sabo.

Well, it wasn’t a completely illogical thought. You’d always found Sabo attractive, going all the way back to when you’d first met him. Even you were not completely immune to his charms, you thought. You'd caught yourself looking at his body a few times when he’d been shirtless at night, or watching his dimple in his cheek as he smiled at you. And you weren’t the only one — you saw heads turn as he passed, people primping themselves before he approached, smiling and laughing at everything he said.

No, it was clear that Sabo was objectively a highly attractive male. And that was despite features that weren't symmetrical, a common marker of beauty in the animal kingdom, you noted. Thinking about him as you masturbated didn’t have to mean anything — a physical attraction was a perfectly natural reaction for a healthy woman, simple as that. It wasn’t romance, just basic biology.

And it wasn’t like he was going to find out; you were never going to tell him. Men did things like this all the time, as you had discovered during basic training. Fantasies of sex with a familiar person was the most common masturbation tool, followed by sex with a famous pirate, given your anecdotal evidence. This wouldn’t be anything like reality; this would just be a secret fantasy that you indulged in like everyone else. And truly, since the explosion, Sabo had stopped doing most of the things that had previously made you uncomfortable. He wasn’t making you kiss him or putting his hat on your head or picking you up. He’d been respectful and helpful, listening to you when you expressed boundaries and you didn't want that to change.

If you really searched your feelings, you weren’t sure what your relationship to Sabo was . He wasn’t exactly your kidnapper anymore. It was you who had made sure that there wasn’t anywhere else to go. You couldn’t leave him right now even if you wanted to. He wasn’t your boss as you didn’t formally work for the Revolutionary Army or have any place in its hierarchy. He protected you sometimes, but mostly from awkward social situations that you tried to avoid.

On the other hand, you slept in a bed with him by choice, he was helping you relearn to read, he spent his free time with you, you enjoyed your conversations with him…it was all too confusing to think about at the moment. All you wanted was to orgasm for once, not think about what Sabo meant to you .

And you were going to do it.

Your mind made up, you closed your eyes as tightly as you could and began thinking about Sabo. You knew him somewhat well, how his personality would translate into a sexual setting. Sabo was powerful, commanding, and needed to be in control, as you’d seen in your own experiences with him. He wouldn’t let you shrink away from your orgasm, you thought as you took a deep breath and began stroking yourself. Sabo wouldn’t let you wiggle away when the sensations became overwhelming. No, he would push you through it, forcing you to face everything under his careful supervision.

“Ah~ S-sabo! It’s too m-much, I can’t, I can’t-” you’d cry out, trying to shut your legs to stop the overwhelming sensations. He’d gently pry them open again, not moving from his position between your thighs. You’d tried wiggling away from him but he was completely unmoved, like an iron wall. His chin would be dripping with your fluids, his grin devilish as he pinned your trembling thighs to the bed. His robotic hand would grip you firmly but not to the point of bruising your skin, the metal now warm after resting on your heated skin for so long. You weren’t going to escape your first orgasm on his tongue, no matter how intense the feeling was. Your hands would be wound in his hair, yanking hard enough to hurt but Sabo wouldn’t care.

“Just a little more — you’re so close and you’re doing so well. We can stop right now, but then I’d have to start at the beginning again,” Sabo would reply with a pout, his eyes glinting with mischief. Your eyes would widen, your face flushed with your increasing desire. The band in your lower belly was winding tighter and tighter; you wanted release from the stimulation that was making you squirm under his touch.

“N-no! It’s torture Sabo, pl-please help me come!” you’d wail, pulling him back down. Sabo would dip his head back down, his tongue already tracing your lips and-

Holy shit , you thought. You were wetter than you’d ever been before, you realized as you swiped your fingers through your now slick folds. It was a little embarrassing thinking about something like this but you’d cringe at yourself later. Maybe you’d also examine your apparent sexual preferences, but for now you brought your fingers back to your clit and tried summoning your fantasy Sabo once more.

“S-Sabo! I -” you cried, trying to squirm away from him. Sabo’s grip never faltered as he kept you exactly where he wanted you, his mouth gently sucking on your clit as tears tracked down your face. You could feel his stubble against your inner thighs; your skin would be irritated later but it would be worth it. You’d pant as he removed his flesh hand from one of your thighs, positioning his index and middle fingers at your entrance.

“I’m going to stretch you out, Love. Can’t take my cock before you take my fingers, hm?” he’d say before lapping at you once more. This would be your first time, and you wouldn’t know what to do — but Sabo would. He’d guide you through the whole thing, beyond pleased that you’d trusted him with your virginity. He’d insert one finger slowly, taking his time to make sure you weren’t in pain. As his finger went deeper within you, you’d try to grind yourself against him, making him laugh against your skin.

“You’ll have as much as you need and more. Patience,” he’d say, nipping your inner thigh. He’d slowly start moving his finger within you, finding the spot you’d read about so many times before. “There it is,” he’d coo as your face heated. He’d pull his finger back out, making you whimper before adding a second and pushing them back in.

“S-Sabo!” you’d mewl loudly, arching your back at the feeling of being stretched out over his hand.

“That’s it, love, say my name. Let everyone know who owns this cunt,” he’d demand before his fingers found the spot once more.

“Ah Sabo, Sabo, Sabo-,” you’d repeat as he’d lick and suck and his fingers would press against you and you’d-

“Ah, S-Sabo, Sabo,” you realized you were moaning aloud as you finally pushed yourself over the edge, your muscles taut as the thought of Sabo making you come in your fantasy had you coming in reality. You felt pure bliss as the tension finally left your body, like something finally gave out within you. Your vision went white and every thought in your brain instantly dissipated as your pussy clenched within you. You rode the feeling out for as long as you could; you’d read that women usually orgasmed from anywhere from 15 to 60 seconds, and you wanted to get the full experience. Even after you stopped stroking yourself, you were still feeling the aftershocks for quite some time, your cunt pulsing every few seconds or so. You let out a shaky breath, your legs flopping open onto the bed.

Holy shit, no wonder people fucked so much. If that was how it felt alone, you couldn’t imagine how it would feel with a partner, you thought as a yawn left your mouth. The science linking orgasm to sleep quality wasn’t proven, but still you let your eyes close as you drifted off into a nap.

The experiment achieved the desired outcome.

Sabo POV

He- he couldn’t believe it. Surely he was asleep in his bed, with you curled up against him, his mind creating yet another fantasy for him. This couldn’t be real life, the very thing that he’d been yearning for right before his eyes. Sweat was beading on your forehead as your fingers worked your clit. Your other hand fisted into the sheets, though he wished you were fondling your breasts both for his pleasure and your own.

Your muscles were tense as your back arched, your heels digging into the sheets as you finally came, your face still taught with tension as you tried to get yourself to come. Sabo gripped his cock, rubbing the head with his thumb before pumping himself furiously. He kept his breathing quiet and even as he leaned his forehead against the door frame. He was so close, so close, he wanted to hold out until you came-

“S-sabo aaah ,” you panted softly, breathing his name out one last time before your body went rigid, your hand gripping the sheets so tightly your knuckles went white. Sabo bit his lip to prevent his own groan from escaping as he reached his orgasm, stroking himself and pretending it was you. He kept stroking himself to the sight of you, thinking of him as you came undone before his eyes.

He did his best to slow his ragged breathing as he tried to gather himself while he watched you come down from your high. How he wished he was with you in the bed, kissing your flushed cheeks, spreading your legs again, hearing you whine about how you couldn’t, how you were too sensitive, how you needed a moment before he began again, your mewls as he ignored those warnings, your thighs trembling as he began licking and kissing again- the intrusive thoughts had him half hard again already, but he pushed them out of his mind. He’d have plenty of time to replay this particular episode later, when his cock wasn’t out in the infirmary. With that, Sabo tucked himself back into his trousers, using a handkerchief to discreetly wipe his come off your door frame. Iva could have a goddamn burlesque hall if he wanted.

Peeking in, he saw that now you were truly napping with soft snores leaving you with every exhale. He’d tell you later that everyone was switching ships in a few hours, you looked more relaxed than he’d seen you in so long. Now he just had to work on making your fantasy a reality.

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Imagine you are a scientific minded king seeking to create the perfect weapons. Which you like to think you did in a way, they aren’t perhaps what the world government is looking for but they serve you well. All but 003 that is, it was the only true failure in your quest as far as you were concerned, you were almost glad when it ran away, even happier when you hired the ship it got in and ran aground. At least until you needed it then you wished you never let it leave as it finally had some use to you. Though it didn’t end well at all as apparently it made “freinds” and the deal you struck was just a way to kill you and experiments, as well as get your technology for themselves. You left to lick your wounds as it were and continue on as if it never happened in some sense.

Ever since though you’ve had this impending sense of doom that clouds your mind when things are quiet. Especially after the show 003’s captain put on against kido and big mom. The world’s top minds now mumbling words of the drums of liberation beating once again, that ‘joy boy’ had returned. Which had set a lot of people’s teeth on edge. you're not too worried though, your perfect weapons will be able to handle him should this joy boy come to your shore. You’re not worried at all which is apparently unnerving to many when you say as much. Apparently this word of your lack of worry stretches far given the call you get 6 or so months after that attempted attack disguised as a way to permanently get rid of your failed experiment.

The snail in your office rang loud late into the night after being quiet for a long time. Who could be calling you at his hour an interesting mystery, so you answer. It’s an ex-warlord, the greatest swordsman in The world since you hadn’t sent 004 or 002 to dethrone him, which they could. Why he's calling you is a mystery, as is how he got your personal number.

“How did you get this number?”

“That is of no concern to you, I have a message to deliver and should I go in person I risk handling something that is not mine to handle. I would say you would understand that kind of paternal care but I doubt you're smart enough to understand that.”

His chiding makes you snarl at him, hissing words about sending one your experiment to dethrone him. All he does is laugh at you.

“My message for you is this, while your life is not in my hands, at least at the moment. Should you think to come near the Bareite it would not just be the straw hats that meet you.”

“And why do you care what happens to some drive bar?”

“I like the food.”

“You can’t threaten me and get away with it!”

He laughs at you more, acting like you just said the Funniest joke ever. “Get away with it? I killed Don Kerige for interrupting my nap, I wasn’t a war lord because my parents were. As I said your head is not mine to take at this moment, though that can change if you wish. I can deal with a disappointed son, it’s the future son in law's upset I'm more worried about. Nevertheless keep your grubby mitts to yourself and it’s not my blade that meets your neck. “

He then hangs up and leaves you to deal with the aftermath. The swordsman’s threat does surve to keep you away from the dive more so than you already planned to. It’s not the last of that weird sense of impending doom that takes hold of your mind in the dead of night.

After that call you notice 0000 and 0001 are acting strange. Not completely strange but at times you swear the two of them are talking when you’re not around and quickly stopping when you come near by. They both are acting a bit more disobedient to your commands, not so much saying no but more like they’re thinking about what you're saying. It of course stops after a few months, acting like they almost don’t want to follow your directions. The whispering you think your kind of hearing doesn’t though since you're not actually hearing what’s said it’s hard to say it’s them. Then it seems this little pausing is doing as their told passed to 0002 a month after 0000 and 0001 stop. Which continues for the same amount of time, a couple months, before he falls back in line. The talking you swear your hearing gets worse though, now three voices Instead of two, and then Bumping up for 4 shortly after 0002 falls in line once again. 0004 is more blatant about his disobedience. Actually talking back once though after a moment doing as he’s told like the others. You choose to blame 0003’s brief interaction with them causing this anomaly in them. Though it seems that it’s short and since they act normal, it’s like they’re immunizing themselves to its glitch. Which you're very glad about. As you're not Julius Caesar, and it’s not the ides of March, you're not worried in the slightest.

You do worry a bit when you capture a devil fruit user, who appears to have some kind of fortune telling ability. Though it’s only in Riddles and puzzles so it’s not all that useful to you in all honesty. It’s good to have a new test subject though to further the understanding of devil fruits and how to make them at the very least.

You don’t enjoy interacting with them from the jump though, all They do is laugh at you and spout off some nonsense at you that does little to soothe your nerves with the voices you're hearing at times now. It creates something very unsettling in the back of your mind that you do not like.

As for the nonsense they say to you was something about what’s coming for you. It’s also the same thing you do over and over again too. ‘Green is your color! It’s green that you will see when the time comes. You’re lucks about run out, kindness given by hands not your will finally run out. None of that shall you find in the end, kind hand will not find you nor your body once your spirit is gone. All they shall remind of you will be letters, and an awful step back for the land of germa. No sons or daughters to mourn, no, only tears of joy shall come. Wedding bells, not the ones before but true wedding bells start the clock. Babes and blades, yes a babe brings a blade. Mothers anger, earth and sky turn to you, earth more than sky. Sky, she does not weep for you, no not for you but for her children. Unstoppable shall be your karma the best at its craft, king of hell it shall bring but a straight line through is its favorite.’ They pause to laugh loud and long,’ oh how you beg! Beg and plead all you wish, come he still does, unchanged by your begging, laugh at it he does. Seeing the punchline to the joke you do not see nor will ever get. Offer him all you can what he wants you can not give, as peace is not something you can bring. Not even your death will bring it, they know this but the weight will perhaps be lessened. I hope he finds peace, after all he’s been through. ‘ After that they finally shut up, at least for the rest of the time you're around them.

They managed to escape one night a few months after catching them. How you don’t know and none of your experiments know either. The whispering only grows louder like the voices could care less if you can hear them as time goes on. One sounds almost like the vessel that gave birth to your experiments, but that would be insane and impossible. You would get it checked out but that would be a weakness that could be exploited so best to keep it to yourself.

The world changes quickly once the famed straw hat becomes pirate king. More than a few weddings happen in the aftermath. Not that you're worried about it, they would be crazy. That nonsense obviously meant 0004 getting married will bring your doom or whatever and since he can’t think for himself he never will. Which means you’re completely safe and all that the devil fruit user said was not going to happen.

You live in arguable peace for the next few years. The change the world is under is not yet reaching you not for lack of trying of course but you're smarter than those idiots who ran the world government when it was still around. Your experiments keep trying to get a plan of action from you though, to keep the change away but unfortunately you're running out of places to hide and plans. Which it also or seems they sense given how amused they seem when you flounder , but they don’t have emotions so obviously that’s a trick of the light or something.

Your throne room is in way your respite from it all. Your lab anymore holds too much that makes our mind race in ways you do not like. It’s so perfect you don’t hear the sounds of battle ranging just outside your doors, until it’s too late.

The large doors crack and splinter to a near fine powder before they can even hit the floor. In their wake stands a lone man, a sword in his teeth and one in each hand. You call for your children but they don’t come, you can see they’re shadows in the hallway but they don’t move an inch as you call for them. Nor do the guards, thigh given the blood on all the blades they can be assumed to be dead.

To your luck the green haired man sheaths his three blades. Standing tall and unmoving just past the threshold of the door he dusted.

“You were easy to find.”

“Who are you?!”

“You don’t know who I am? Really keep your head in the sand haven’t you. I’m the world’s greatest swordsman. One of the wings or the pirate king. Your executioner.”

“Didn’t think pirates moon lit as would be hit men.”

“Eh this is personal, I made an exception.”

“Whatever they’re paying you I’ll double it.”

“He’s not paying me, don’t really want money anyway,”

“Women then, power.”

“Don’t need a woman, and I’ve got all the power I want already.”

“Then name your price!”

“I want him to be able to sleep at night without a nightmare, not wake up shaking. I want him to not flinch at a check up. I want him to be able to live without worry that you’ll come for him again, that our kid will be your next target, that he’ll somehow end up being like you. That’s my price.”

“I can’t possibly give you that!” ‘He’, the ‘he’ this man must be talking about, has to be Sanji. You can’t give him that, you can undo what you did, you can’t change the past, you don't have that ability. No one does, but he must know that, he must know no matter how much he wants it that such things are impossible to give. Thus, it's impossible for you to give so it’s impossible for you not to die.

Despite yourself you start to beg and plead for mercy, you call for your children to help you but they don’t come. No one is coming to save you, no one cares enough about you to save you. He then starts to laugh, finding your begging humorous, saying it was no use in calling for your kids, they aren’t coming. They want you gone and much as him, sora’s final wish from beyond the grave, what she wanted so desperately to come to pass has, her children are free.

The blade once in his teeth is the one he unsheathes, the one that slices through you like butter. It was easy for him like it took no strength at all to cut you down, no need for more than one blade. You were an easy kill for him despite yourself, all that you thought of yourself didn’t stand a chance at all. The worst thing of all perhaps was no one cared at all as your blood colored the throne room, not even your children.

you were wrong in your assessment, you were Julius caesar, it was the idea of March and you should have been worried.

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with the ides today, the little people who run my brain made me write fueled by our collective hate for judge.

yes, the rest of the siblings have feeling now, its what sora would have wanted to happen.

happy ides of march everyone!

#zosan #just for laughs #judge vinsmoke #zoro x sanji #one piece #sanji #roronoa zoro #guest appearance by mihawk

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