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She/Her 🇵🇭🇺🇸/Straight/Maybe I'll write/Fiend for fictional men🙏/Zoro 😩

[zorosunwashedleftcheek]

About Me + Requests

Hi! I write both SFW and NSFW pieces as well as whatever comes to mind! I’m kinda new to tumblr so I’m still learning how it works!

✧.* Pls pls pls request!!!

✧ Most of my posts will be One Piece but I dabble in other areas as well!

✧ What I’ll Write For:

✧ One Piece

✧ (I’ll write NSFW for everyone but Luffy)

✧ LADS

✧ Jujutsu Kaisen

✧ (I will not write NSFW for any minors)

✧ MHA

✧ Can you guess what I’m going to say? No NSFW for minors!

✧ I can’t think of more but there probably are

✨No No’s✨

✧ Polyamory/Threesome

✧ Noncon

✧ Necrophilia???

✧ Dookie and peepee

✧ Beastiality/Furry

✧ If you’re unsure abt a request, send it anyways! I can always just not write it 🙏

[shoot1ngst4r]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[an9els]

𝜗𝜚 roommate!toji who refuses to make the first move, so instead he fucks other women loud enough for you to hear— until he accidentally lets your name slip . . .

( mdni. cw: slight voyeurism, size kink, degradation/praise, rough sex, oral (f. rec), creampie )

repost !!

the day you moved in, you knew you were doomed.

toji fushiguro was hot in the way that made you immediately suspicious of him. black tank top, arms covered in tattoos, grey sweatpants hanging just a little too low on his hips as he casually showed you your room, muscles flexing with every step like it wasn’t a crime. the kind of guy who owned one towel, two forks, and five bottles of 3-in-1 body wash.

“you sure you don’t wanna back out?” he’d teased with a smirk that made your knees knock. “still got time to run.”

and god, maybe you should’ve..

because now it’s been four months. four months of watching him. catching him half naked fresh out of the shower, towel barely hanging on, seeing the way girls come and go like clockwork. some of them wearing your socks when they leave the next morning. obnoxiously loud. on purpose.

he always fucked like he was putting on a show. and your bedroom? conveniently across from his.

you swore he even left the door cracked open a few times.

“fuck, baby,” you heard one night, muffled but clear. “so tight for me, yeah? just like that- fuuuck.”

you turned your pillow over and screamed into it.

he did it again. and again. and again. one girl had literally moaned, “you fuck like a demon” and you had to go for a walk after that. the worst part? you knew he knew you were hearing all of it.

toji was many things, but subtle was not one of them.

+

the night it all goes to hell starts off like usual.

you hear her heels before you even hear his voice— some new girl giggling in the entryway, overly saccharine, practically bubbling over with the sound of someone who thinks she’s special. she won’t be. they never are.

with an exaggerated sigh, you shove your headphones in and flop back on your bed, groaning loud enough to drown out the sound of her laughs. it’s routine at this point. another girl. another squeaky bedframe. another night of pretending not to care while mentally counting down the minutes until she finally leaves.

you scroll through your playlist, trying so hard to convince yourself that it’s just another wednesday night, but the moment your playlist hits shuffle, that’s when you hear it.

clear as fucking day.

“ah, fuck, y/n- shit—”

silence.

then a loud, unmistakable smack!

followed by the girl’s voice, furious and shrill—

“are you fucking serious?!”

then the fast click of heels storming down the hall, and the violent slam of the front door that rattles the frame of your bedroom.

you sit up straight in bed, wide-eyed, mouth parted in shock, brain scrambling to make sense of what you just heard.

did he… did he actually—

“fuck,” you hear toji mutter, followed by a single bark of laughter.

your chest rises with a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, and before you can stop yourself, a shaky laugh slips out, in utter disbelief.

because what you just heard? there’s no way it was real.

+

when you see him in the kitchen two hours later, he’s shirtless and smug as ever, sipping water like nothing happened. towel slung around his neck, hair messy, and he’s humming.

you linger in the doorway, arms folded, heartbeat fluttering.

you clear your throat.

he looks up casually, not even flinching, like you aren’t the problem he just moaned while in someone else’s pussy.

“…hi,” you say.

he smirks, “hey.”

you move past him and open the fridge, cold air hitting your skin as you pretend to browse. “so… fun night?”

he shrugs, lazy and unbothered. “eh, could’ve been better.”

you raise a brow, grabbing a random bottle of water you don’t even want. “yeah, sounded like it. y/n’s a hard name to explain away, huh?”

he chokes on his water.

you grin like the menace you are.

“you heard that?”

“toji, you moaned it. like, hard.”

he drags a hand down his face. “fuck..”

“was that on purpose?”

he exhales, arms crossing over his bare, inked-up chest. leans back against the counter with a jaw so tight it might snap. “no. wasn’t supposed to happen like that.”

you stare at him. “what was supposed to happen?”

he shoots a look— half annoyed, half turned on.

“you were supposed to hear me. not know i was thinking about you while doing it.”

your breath catches. eyes flickering to his mouth, then back up again.

“you’re joking.”

“been thinking about you since you moved in,” he mutters. “but didn’t wanna be creepy. figured loud sex was a safer bet than hitting on my cute ass roommate.”

“so… you traumatized me instead?”

he chuckles, no remorse. “you’re welcome.”

you just stare, and the tension coils tight in your chest, sharp and heavy. months of teasing, exchanging looks, little moments. it’s all led up to this point.

you throw your water bottle on the counter with a clunk.

“fuck it.”

and before you know it, you’re on him.

his hands are on your ass in seconds.

“fuck, been waiting for this,” he growls, backing you up against the counter, yanking your sleep shorts down. “you even know what you do to me?”

“probably the same thing you’ve been doing to me every night with your stupid pornstar moans,” you hiss, nails dragging down his back as he pulls your panties to the side.

he snorts— actually snorts— as he drops to his knees. “you liked that?”

“fuck no.”

“liar.”

you yelp when his tongue meets your pussy, greedily sucking your clit into his mouth like he’s been starving. hot, wet, and messy. his mouth working overtime with quick, practiced movements that make your legs tremble.

“toji- shit- ohmygod—”

he doesn’t let up. if anything, it gets worse. he grabs your thighs, opens you wider, tongue flattening against your cunt, then circling in tight, rhythmic laps that have your knees buckling. your fingers tangle in his messy hair as he slurps obscenely, spit and slick mixing and dripping down your thighs. your head lolls back when he sucks hard and moans into your clit, already addicted.

“you taste so fucking good,” he growls against you. “knew you would.”

you’re shaking, gripping the edge of the counter like your life depends on it, thighs threatening to close around his head but he’s got an ironclad grip, keeping you open for him, letting you ride his tongue like a toy.

and then, suddenly, he rises.

just as fast and effortlessly, he lifts you onto the counter like you weigh nothing.

“c’mon, baby. let me see that pretty pussy.”

you obey instantly, spreading your legs nice and wide for him. he’s already pumping his cock in his hand— thick, hard, veiny, massive— before lining up and sliding in with one deep, brutal thrust.

“oh fuck!”

you claw at his shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle as your back slams against one of the cabinets. the stretch is intense. overwhelming. you feel full, stuffed to the brim, and he’s grinning like he knew you’d fall apart just like this.

“that’s it,” he pants, voice hot in your ear. “you were made to take my cock, huh?”

and then he starts to move.

he fucks you right there on the kitchen counter, pace relentless, every thrust punching into your cervix, his hips smacking against yours loud enough to echo through the apartment. the cabinet behind you rattles and your moans ricochet off the walls. his hand comes up to grip your jaw, making you look at him through the haze of pleasure.

“gonna let me fill you up, yeah?” he groans, breath heavy, teeth gritted. “let me cum in this perfect little cunt?”

“yesyes, please, toji!”

his hand shifts when you try and look away, grabbing your chin tighter now. you see the strain in his jaw, the glint of sweat on his temples, the pure heat in his eyes as he pounds into you harder.

“you don’t get to act innocent anymore, sweetheart,” he grunts. “not after all that whining through the walls and i moaned your name with my dick in someone else.”

your whole body spasms. you whimper, helpless, nearly delirious as the pressure inside you builds faster than you can handle. his cock hits the perfect spot with every thrust, and the rough, possessive tone in his voice is what finally sends you over the edge.

“fuck- gonna cum—”

he yanks you flush against him, buried to the hilt, so deep you swear you can feel him in your fucking throat. every inch of him twitches inside as you break, the orgasm crashing through your body like a wave, thighs shaking, cunt clenching around him like a vice.

“yeah,” he growls, right against your mouth. “that’s it. cream on me like a good fuckin’ girl.”

you do. and he follows seconds later, groaning your name into your mouth as he fills you up with his seed. the warmth of it spreads inside you, dripping down your thighs as he fucks you through the aftershocks, letting your cunt milk him dry.

you’re still a mess, chest heaving for breaths, eyes fluttering when he finally pulls back just enough to press a soft kiss to your cheek, a little too sweet for what just happened.

“wanna shower?” he mutters.

you blink, legs still spread, brain full of static.

“…together?”

he winks, smug again. “unless you wanna hear me jerk off saying your name again.”

you groan and throw the nearest spoon at him.

he catches it.

of course he fucking does…

[starspenxcie]

𝜗𝜚 ‧₊˚ ⊹

18+ MDNI, smut and crack - when bf!gojo doesn't fit you anymore...

“ow.”

“i haven’t even put it in yet.”

“then why does it already hurt?”

you’re lying flat on your back, legs up, bracing yourself like you’re about to be hit by a semi-truck. and, in some ways, you are.

gojo is between your legs. naked. flushed. hard as hell.

you haven’t had sex in a month.

not because anything’s wrong - just life. work. missions. stress. your period. the whole “falling asleep at 9:30 like an old married couple” thing.

but now it’s saturday. the sheets are clean. the vibe is right.

except.

except.

his dick doesn’t fit.

"have you gotten bigger?" you demand.

he raises a brow. "what, like my dick’s bulking without me?"

you swat his arm. "i’m serious. it didn’t used to feel like this."

"yeah, well, maybe your pussy shrank."

"maybe your ego grew so massive it displaced all the blood flow."

he snorts. kisses your knee. "god, i missed you."

you sigh. "i missed you too. just not… like this. impaled."

he groans dramatically. collapses forward to bury his face in your chest. "this is so sad. my baby can’t take dick anymore. how will we go on."

"maybe we just cuddle. like normal people."

he pops back up, scandalized. "cuddle? baby. no. i already cried three times in the shower this week. you can’t take this from me."

you burst out laughing. "what."

"i’m emotionally repressed. i need this."

you wipe your eyes. "you’re insane."

but still. you look at him - messy white hair, flushed cheeks, toned chest heaving slightly because he’s been holding himself back - and you want him. even if it hurts a little. even if you’re tight and out of practice.

you bite your lip. "what if… we just leave it in. for a bit."

his eyes gleam. "you mean cockwarming?"

you roll your eyes. "don’t make it weird."

"you wanna just sit on my cock like a lil toaster oven. say that."

“satoru.”

he laughs but obliges. slowly, carefully, he slides in - just the tip. then a little more. you hiss. he stills immediately.

his voice is so gentle when he asks, "you okay?"

you nod. "just… thick. too thick. you’re like a baguette."

he grins. "and you’re a day-old bagel. stiff and unwelcoming."

"that’s not sexy."

"you’re not sexy."

"take it back."

"no."

but then he leans down. kisses your forehead. strokes your hair. and he doesn’t move - doesn’t thrust - just holds you, buried inside, like he’s content to stay there forever.

"this is kinda nice," you whisper.

"i know. you’re warm. like a microwave."

you flick his forehead.

you end up falling asleep like that - him still inside, you curled around him, both of you finally relaxed.

and when you wake up the next morning?

oh yeah.

it fits just fine now.

[k3bchu]

Sorry tumblr won’t let me upload the gif version of this, but here. Have zoro’s big naturals reanimated from that one zzz clip of manato.

[juniperarts]

Apparently Miles is a JJK fan (in the comics)

If you put these two in a room together I think the result would be adorable 🥺

[viktormaru]

man of dreams misunderstanding

[yellowistheraddest]

uh oh...

[attyrocious]

happy puppy day 🍙🐶

[nanamisgirly]

feed back and reblogs are always appreciated my girliees <333

virgin!nerdjo who pulled a total certified baddie in college by being…himself.

awkward, dorky, too tall for his own good, always pushing up those stupid glasses with ink-stained fingers— it was him. somehow, you wanted him. he doesn't understand how he got so lucky, but he's not about to question it. 

virgin!nerdjo got one mission : being good to you. especially in bed. because when you kissed him for the first time, straddling his lap, grinding that perfect little body against him, he nearly came in his pants. he gripped your waist a little too tight to keep you from moving too much. it's humiliating how quickly he was about to fold, how his cock throbs desperately just from the heat of you.

virgin!nerdjo isn't completely clueless—he's read about sex, heard about it, he's not that innocent. but knowing and doing are two completely different things. and he realized it the second you grinded on him. he damn near whimpered. bit down hard on his lip to swallow it back.

virgin!nerdjo needs to learn. he thinks porn might help—big mistake. it's all so…aggressive. male-centered. nothing about it feels right. he watches a few clips, cringing the entire time, then slams his laptop shut and scrubs a hand down his face. he should have listened when geto used to go on and on about his exploits. should have paid attention instead of rolling his eyes and tuning him out.

so he does what he does best. he researches. virgin!nerdjo orders a book called ‘The Art of Female Pleasure.’ and the moment it arrives, he's on it. glasses slipping down his nose, hunched over the pages, absorbing every word like it's the most important text he's ever studied. he dedicates days to this. nights. rereads passages, highlights sections. he doesn't just want to be good. he wants to be perfect. because you're a baddie—a pro— and he's so fucking lucky. what if you jump on him any time soon and he's still not ready? that idea terrifies him.

virgin!nerdjo gets so into it that he even starts to scroll through forums. he reads firsthand experiences, studying anatomy diagrams until his face is burning and his cock is achingly hard beneath the sheets. because it's not just learning, it's imagining.

virgin!nerdjo who imagines you underneath him, pretty lips parted in gasps, legs spread as he slides his fingers over you just like the book describes. he imagines how wet you'd get if he did everything right. if he took his time, kissed his way down your body, licked into you like he's read—slow, deep, deliberate. he wonders if you'd tug on his hair, if you'd cry out his name, if you'd shake when you come, thighs squeezing around his head—

fuck. horny thoughts took over him as he bucks up into nothing. he wants it. so bad. 

and the next time you're kissing, you instantly notice how his hands get bolder, slipping under your shirt, trailing fire down your spine. how he suddenly knows excatly where to touch, where to squeeze, when to roll his hips just right—letting you feel the size of him, the hard, thick heat pressing up against you. you break the kiss, breathless. “since when do you do all that?”

virgin!nerdjo swallows thickly, ears burning red. “…i've been studying.”

૮꒰⸝⸝> - <⸝⸝꒱ა☆⋆。

for @miscellaneous-misty

[sukunafuka]

he’s so cuuuute

[zorosunwashedleftcheek]

I NEED A BIG BUFF MAN WHIMPERING IN MY EAR NOWWW!!!!

or some grunts 😩😩😩😩 bruh if i ever get my hands on them… my legs will be LOCKED around their waist… we having a baby!!!!

[saeist]

"... why here?"

"because we're here to find where the database is"

you give shin, who was sitting on the toilet lid, a incredulous look

"this is the men's bathroom, shin..."

"so?" he mutters, flipping onto the next page of the manga he was reading. "besides, i came prepared" he motions to the manga

"prepared for what? getting your ass kicked if they find us in here?" you raise a brow, scoffing at how ridiculous he sounded. earlier on the way to the men's bathroom (you still don't know why he chose this as the first location to snoop in), he was talking about how he didn't get to experience the typical high school tropes. shit like getting bullied, skipping classes, those type of things

and so he thought why not tick off his "if i were in highschool" bucket list here in JCC? it's hitting two birds with one stone. at least that's what shin said

"for the high school experience? duh" he says like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "look at this part, this guy is caught by his senpai hiding in the bathroom like us!"

shin points towards a small panel on the manga. he was a little too excited for this if you were being honest. rolling your eyes, you lean back on the icky bathroom walls that were filled with gravure japanese idols

you think it's stupid that shin's doing all this but he begs to differ

"it's not stupid. it's ticking things off my bucket list!" he scoffs, reading your mind. he then pulls a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and offers you one, "want one?"

you shake your head no. not wanting to corrode your lungs further. it's already bad that you're inhaling his smoke. second hand smoking as the doctors say

"i'm not ruining your lungs" he grumbles, reading your mind again

"you are though" you retort. shin ignores you and takes a drag from his cigarette. the smoke curls around the cramped space forcing you to fan your face. you then start coughing loudly to make him feel bad

"don't be dramatic, y/n" shin rolls his eyes

"second hand smoking. just what i needed"

"not my fault you're literally by my side all the time!" he shoots back

your eye twitches. sometimes you and shin can just go out it for no reason. maybe it's because you two are so alike but so different at the same time. or maybe because shin's a little hard headed at times that you just naturally butt heads over the tiniest thing

before you two could start arguing, the door to the men's bathroom swings open with a loud bang

"WHERE ARE YOU NATSUKI?!" the person who just entered yells out loud

you freeze, exchanging a worried look with shin. the man's footsteps are loud against the floor as he slams every cubicle in his way. his voice getting louder the closer he gets to your cubicle

"HERE? OR HERE?!" the man continues to yell out

shin puts a finger to his lips, signaling you to keep quiet. without any warning or whatsoever, he suddenly pins you against the bathroom wall. his arms on each side of your head

"shin, what the fu–"

your words are caught up in your throat when the realization of how close he was hits. you can literally feel his breath fan your face. you even catch a whiff of the mixture of his cologne and the faint smell of mint coming off from his cigarette

a surprising intoxicating mix that honestly made your head spin

your cubicle slams open. you flinch a little but shin's reflex was faster. he leans even closer, foreheads basically touching. your eyes meet his. they flicker towards the intruder then back to yours. you kinda get the hint. it was to play along

"what the–" the man is stunned at the sight

there was no time for hesitation so you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. 'this is so fucking weird', you think to yourself. you avoid shin's eyes for the most part but how can you avoid the weird tingling sensation in your stomach?

were those butterflies?

"what the fuck?! who are you two?! sneaking off to make out in the men's bathroom!" the man scolds, quickly turning away

when you muster your courage to look at shin, he winks at you before he glances back at the man who "caught" you two in the cubicle "making out"

"this must be the part where we get caught then get scolded by a senpai!" shin exclaims, grabbing his manga off the floor to show off to the man

"what?" the man snaps, getting confused by what shin meant

shin suddenly whips out a little checklist and shows it to the man

"we're currently doing the 'skipping class together to make out' trope! we always wanted to do this" shin hums in delight, ticking off a random box from the checklist that it honestly makes you laugh at how stupid he sounded

the man is angered the more shin talks so he grabs shin by his collar and pulls him up. you react quickly but shin holds his hand out, silently telling you that he can handle this

"KEEP MESSING WITH ME AND I'LL KILL YOU AND YOUR LADY, YOU LITTLE–"

the man is cut off with shin hitting him square on the jaw with an uppercut. the man is rendered unconscious and falls back on the toilet, completely unconscious

you let out a little yelp at the thud, startled at how abrupt that escalated and how shin managed to just.. do his thing

shin turns to you and holds his hand out for you to take. you grab it and he easily pulls you away from the unconscious man

"this is the part where i say 'leave us alone, senpai'" shin recites, reading off the manga again, "man, i feel like a teenager" he muses to himself

"you just sound like an idiot" you comment, brushing your clothes, ignoring the way your heart is pounding against your chest. you try to block off the memory of shin's face that was up close and personal earlier

"oh come on. i just want to experience what it's like to go to school– wait, why are you turning red?" shin gives you a concerned look

you shake your head as you look away, "nothing"

shin watches you for a brief moment before shrugging

"let's just find that damn database and get out of here" you grumbled, refusing to meet his eyes because if you would, you could only think about how close he was to you earlier and how good he actually looks up close. most of all, how he made your heart skip a beat with just a wink

[zorosunwashedleftcheek]

zoro and ussop in that one ep or smth

[krikzilla]

Dumb idea i had

[zorosunwashedleftcheek]

How does one go abt writing face sitting 👎

as one who has not partaken in such an activity, i have no fucking clue what i’m doing.

‘oh wow, his nose is inside my booty hole. nice.’

[zorosunwashedleftcheek]

Hi

The other day I read that polar bears are the only ones that see human as food

Maybe you can write something about law and a fem reader that he want her in his crew but she is scare about bepo

awww i adore this 🔥🔥

The Negotiation

Pairing: Law x Marine Biologist!Reader

cw: fluff, sad Bepo, GN!Reader

-

The Polar Tang rocks gently beneath your feet, the steady hum of the engine filling the otherwise silent space. You sit stiffly on a bench in the dining room, which is currently being used as a sort of meeting area.

On the other side of the table, Trafalgar Law watches you with a measured gaze, his tattooed fingers idly tapping against the hilt of Kikoku. Behind him stands the large, imposing figure of Bepo.

"You've been staring at us for thirty minutes." Law’s voice is dry, laced with a hint of impatience.

"Yeah," You mutter, eyes flicking nervously between the captain of the Heart Pirates and it’s first mate. "I’m… thinking."

Law sighs, dropping his elbows onto the table and leaning closer. "Thinking about what?"

Your lips press together. This is embarrassing. "About whether or not I actually want to join your crew."

"You practically jumped at the offer when I saved your life."

"Yeah, well, I didn't realize your first mate was a damn bear."

At that, Law blinks. His brow furrowing and a frown settling on his features. "What?"

Silence. Then, a slow exhale through Law’s nose. He pinches the bridge of it, like he’s suddenly developing a headache.

"You’re scared of Bepo."

"I'm cautious of Bepo," You correct with a scoff. "Which is perfectly reasonable, by the way."

This is something of a new experience.  Law has never met anyone who’s had issues with Bepo; whether it’s elderly or children.  

Bepo is something of the poster child for the Heart Pirates; the one that even government officials seem to adore.

It doesn’t matter where they dock—whether it’s a bustling trade island or a tiny fishing village, Bepo is always met with open arms. Children tugging at his paws, old women fawning over his fur, and even hardened mercenaries found themselves offering him snacks.

That’s just how it is.

So this?

This is new.

Law watches as you stiffened the second Bepo so much as shifts in place. Your fingers twitch at your sides, as if resisting the urge to bolt. Your gaze never leave the mink—your expression caught somewhere between wide-eyed panic and calculated wariness.

Bepo himself looks absolutely devastated. His round ears flattened, amber eyes shimmering with confusion and hurt.

Law glances at Bepo for a moment, his mouth ticking at his sullen expression before he turns back towards you,  He stares at you like you have personally insulted his intelligence. "He's a mink."

"No. A polar bear."

"He's my navigator."

"He's still a polar bear."

Law lets out an exhausted sigh and runs a hand through his dark hair. "He’s also a pescatarian, if that helps you sleep at night."

You squint at him. "Is that a confirmed fact?"

"You think I’d keep a man-eating bear on my crew?"

"You seem like the type to not care as long as he follows orders," You grumble under your breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

Law groans, he can already feel a headache forming behind his eyes.  Perhaps he should just throw you off the ship- it would save him the trouble. 

"You're a marine biologist." Law finally says, his voice calm measured. "You’ve made a living studying the ocean, analyzing the behaviors of all sorts of dangerous creatures—sharks, sea kings, poisonous jellyfish—"

"Yes." You nod firmly, arms crossed. "But none of those are polar bears."

Law nearly lets out a growl of annoyance, his hand tightening around his sword. "Bepo is not just a polar bear—"

"He's a talking polar bear," You interrupt once again, jabbing a finger towards the miffed animals. "Which makes him an intelligent predator. You do realize polar bears are one of the few animals that see humans as food, right?"

From his spot near the table, Bepo lets out an indignant huff. "I don’t eat people."

“Tch.”

Bepo’s ears flatten.

Law sighs, glancing between the two of you. This certainly wasn’t what he had expected when he had saved you. 

He had found you stranded on a wrecked research ship, a brilliant marine biologist with a sharp mind and a sharper tongue.  Your ship had been obliterated by a sea king, and you were left clinging to a desk that was surprising buoyant.

Law had just happened to be sailing through the waters when he stumbled upon you.  And upon further investigation, he’d found out that you are a marine biologist, someone who would certainly be a worthy addition to the Heart Pirates.

You would be a valuable asset to his crew—you can identify plenty of marine plants and animals on a whim.  And it just so happens that Bepo was in need of a health provider.  Sure, Law could do the bare necessities for the polar bear, but at the end of the day: Bepo is an animal.  And Law is not a veterinarian.

You were practically a saving grace for the Heart Pirates- if not for the minor inconvenience that you were convinced his first mate was going to eat you.

"Look," Law said, his patience thinning. "You have nowhere else to go. The marines will assume you’re dead, and I’m offering you a place on my crew. You’d have access to research equipment, rare sea life, and more knowledge than you’d ever get working under the government."

You hesitated. He wasn’t wrong. The opportunity was once-in-a-lifetime, and the idea of working on a submarine—an actual functioning research station on the sea—was more tempting than you cared to admit.

But there was still the issue of the polar bear.

As if sensing your hesitation, Law ran a hand down his face. Then, before you could react, he turned toward Bepo.

"Sit."

Bepo immediately plopped onto the floor.

"Stay."

Bepo freezes in place, unmoving.

Law gestures toward him. "See? He follows orders. If he so much as looks at you the wrong way, I'll personally throw him overboard."

"Hey!" Bepo protests, a pout gracing his pudgy face.

You eye the bear suspiciously. He does look more pitiful than menacing. His fluffy ears twitch nervously, and his paws—massive paws that can probably crush a man’s skull—are curled in a way that seems… hesitant.

“What if he does off the rails one day?”

Your argument is weak, debating for the sake of your pride.

Law grits his teeth, shutting his eyes as he thinks through his options.  Finally he clicks his tongue and snaps his fingers, “Bepo, open.”

“Huh?”

“Tch. Open your mouth.”

Bepo hesitates for a split second before obeying, parting his jaw wide to reveal a set of sharp, pristine teeth—evidence of his predator status.

You immediately tense, your hands gripping the edge of the bench like you’re ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. "See! Look at those canines! He could tear a person apart!"

However, the marine biologist in you is practically jumping with joy.  You’ve never seen a polar bear with such exquisite teeth.  Perfectly white with no hint of decay or poor nutrition.  Bepo is certainly well taken care of.

Law pinches the bridge of his nose. "And yet, the only thing these teeth have been used for is apologizing too much."

Reaching up, Law wraps a hand around a pearly white fang.  Bepo makes a disgruntled sound but doesn’t pull away… or bite.

You watch intently, your muscles coiled, waiting for something—anything—to happen. For the snap of jaws, for instincts to override civility. For proof that your paranoia isn’t baseless.

“Captain… this is kind of awkward…”

Bepo’s voice is muffled as he speaks, all warbled as he carefully keeps his maw away from his Captain’s skin.

Law hums, releasing the fang and flicking his hand dry as if the entire exercise was a waste of his time. "Yeah? And yet, somehow, you still haven’t taken my arm off. Strange.”

“He could just be resisting now,” You argue weakly. “What if we get stranded somewhere? No food, no supplies. Then what? His instincts could take over—”

“I’m not going to eat anyone!” Bepo all but wails, looking on the verge of tears.

"You do realize that if Bepo actually wanted to eat people, we’d all be dead by now, right? You wouldn’t even be having this conversation. You’d just be a pile of bones in his stomach." Law slams his hands down on the table, seemingly sick of the conversation and your weak arguments.

Bepo makes a distressed noise at the thought. "Captain, please don’t say that…"

You hesitate, your paranoia warring with the facts being laid out before you. Bepo, for all his size and sharp teeth, doesn’t look predatory. His eyes are big and round, filled more with guilt than hunger. His jaw—while capable of incredible strength is wobbling, as if he’s about to cry.

You let out a long, reluctant sigh.

“I want locks on my doors.  Strong enough to withstand a polar bear. 

Law stares at you, deadpan. “You’re on a submarine.”

“So?”

“So the walls are solid metal. You could lock yourself in a closet, and Bepo wouldn’t be able to get in.” He gestures vaguely. “Hell, we could be sinking, and that door wouldn’t budge.”

You cross your arms, unconvinced. “I want extra locks.

Bepo sniffles, ears twitching as he tries—and fails—not to look absolutely heartbroken. “I wouldn’t break into your room,” He mumbles, shifting uncomfortably. “I don’t even like being in small spaces.”

Law looks two seconds away from performing an impromptu lobotomy. He sniffs indignantly, muttering under his breath about how he must have terrible karma to be dealing with this. “Fine. Fine. I’ll have someone put extra locks on your door.”

You narrow your eyes. “Strong locks.”

“Reinforced locks,” He scoffs, waving a hand. “Happy?”

You hesitate, shooting Bepo one last wary glance before sighing. “I’ll think about it.”

Bepo perks up, amber eyes shining hopefully. “You mean you’ll stay?”

“I mean I might stay,” You correct, but the battle is already lost. You know it, Law knows it, and Bepo’s little tail practically wags behind him.

Law exhales like he’s finally been released from a curse. “Welcome to the Heart Pirates. Try not to scream every time you see Bepo.”

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[wepashi22]

isle of dogs. i love dogs.