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Swimming with Sharks: Arlong x F!Reader

Tags: nsfw, unhealthy relationships (Reader is delusional), Reader is kept as a "pet", masturbation, size difference, double penetration, oral sex, Arlong-typical degradation

There had to have been something wrong with you.

You were enamored with a pirate, which was bad enough on its own, but the situation was even more twisted than that, as the pirate you lusted after was the man who had been holding your village captive for the past eight years.

Arlong was a horrible, terrible man.

You felt disgusted with yourself. This wasn’t normal, and it certainly wasn’t healthy. This man had killed villagers, recruited a child to join his slimy crew, and was very open about his views on the “inferior” human race. To him, you were nothing more than a piggy bank, offering your tribute as often as he requested.

But whatever god exists is cruel and loves to play jokes.

You couldn’t help but be enchanted by him. Maybe it was his power, tall stature, or something else entirely, but you wanted him more than anything.

To be his was all you ever desired since Arlong arrived years ago, awakening something inside your teenage heart. You had hoped it was just the hormones acting up or some sort of weird phase, but no, you were in your twenties now, and the fish man still made you hot and bothered.

And as much as you wanted to hate him, to loathe and despise him, you couldn’t.

So when collection day came, you were jittery in anticipation instead of shaking and cowering in fear like an average person would. It was the rare occasion where you got to see him up close, and while he wouldn’t speak with you directly, you would hear his gruff voice ordering his underlings around.

And today, you were very fortunate as Arlong would grace you with his presence once more.

When the fishmen enter the village, the place becomes a ghost town, everyone making themselves scarce as they wait for the pirates to bang on their door.

You peek out the window, your heart racing and your head spinning as you watch them approach your neighbor’s house. You observe in interest, your eyes raking over each man before your eyes finally catch on Arlong, who seems to be conversing with one of his men.

When they head for your door, you’re on the porch before they even get the chance to knock. On the porch are several fishmen, but Arlong seems to be missing. Your face falls in disappointment.

“Well, you’re eager for us to drain your pockets,” one of his crewmates laughs, leaning in to sneer down at you, “Just make sure you hand it all over, or else we’ll have to sic our Captain on you.”

Your ears twitch at that.

You knew what you were thinking was dumb, reckless, and really dangerous, but this was an opportunity to get his attention, and it couldn’t be thrown away.

“Ah, I don’t have any money this month-“you smile nervously, “But maybe I could talk things over with your Captain and-“

As you try to talk your way into meeting with Arlong personally, the fishman you’re speaking to glances over your shoulder, seeing your purse lying on your kitchen table.

“You have nothing, you say?” He asks, clearly not believing a word, “Then what’s this over here?”

He shoves you aside roughly, and you hiss in pain, rubbing the area where he pushed you.

The man starts digging around in your handbag, retrieving enough berries for his month’s payment and then some.

You grow hot in embarrassment as he waves the cash in the air before walking towards the door, “Looks like humans are just as dumb as I thought! They can’t even count properly.”

Shit. There goes the money for food.

As the fishman passes the threshold, you hear him call out, “Hey, Arlong! This human was trying to get out of handing over our money!”

And when he emerges from the rabble of men, your heart races in your chest.

“What’s this now?” His low voice inquires, talking more to you than to his subordinate.

You try to muster the courage to speak, but nothing comes out. Arlong steps forward, crowding your space, and your heartbeat grows louder.

“And why would you ever think of doing that, little human?” The question is definitely more of a threat, and because you are clearly some sort of masochist, your insides throb excitedly.

You answer honestly, “I-I wanted to get your attention-“

His crew bursts out laughing.

“His attention?”

“It’s like a child!”

“What a strange wish!”

Arlong lets his men laugh for a while, but eventually, he raises a hand, making them quiet down.

“And why do you want my attention, pitiful little creature?” He smirks, “Maybe you plan to distract me while your fellow humans attempt to attack my men, is that it?”

“N-No sir, I would never!” You exclaim, “I-I just- well-“

Your stammering wears Arlong’s patience thin, “Out with it already.”

“I-I am entranced by you-“you confess, “A-And I- um-“

Your sentence trails off as he begins pacing around you in circles, his eyes never leaving you for a moment as if he were appraising you, which, in all fairness, he probably was.

“So,” he takes some of your hair, allowing it to fall between his fingers as he assesses you closely, “You’re entranced by me, are you? A human that desires a fishman- now that is something I have never seen before…”

Arlong hums, and you squeal as he hooks a finger under your camisole straps, sliding it past your shoulder as if examining the skin underneath. But clearly, he wasn’t; he was just hoping to get into your head.

And it was working, but in a different way than he anticipated.

“For a human,” he starts, “you’re not terrible looking… I’d even say that you are somewhat attractive.”

“T-Thank you,” your voice quivers, “It’s such great praise to hear you say that, sir.”

“Tell me,” he’s behind you now, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Do you fear me?”

“Y-Yes sir,” you choke out, “Very much-“

“And yet you are aroused by me. Your logical mind tells you to stay away from me, but you listen to your body instead. Humans are such foolish, primitive creatures.” He chuckles darkly before pulling away from your ear and pacing again so he’s in front of you, his dark eyes glued to your face.

Without taking his eyes off you, he speaks to his crew, “We’ll take this one back with us. I’ve always wanted a pet.”

He wickedly smiles at his words and motions for you to follow when he turns on his heels. You hear several fellow villagers sob when they see you leaving your house with the pirates. They must believe that you are about to be killed, and for all you know, their beliefs could be correct, but in your heart, you don’t believe Arlong will slaughter you.

You hope and pray that your instincts are correct.

The walk to Arlong Park isn’t long, and soon you’re in front of the towering structure. You’ve never seen it up close before, and the building’s intense aura washes over you; the once faraway symbol of your oppression was now directly suffocating you.

“Come,” Arlong orders, and you scurry to his side, “This will be your new place of residence. You will eat when I say so and sleep only where I allow.”

“Y-Yes, sir.”

He laughs, “Finally, a human that knows their place.”

He enters the pagoda, and you try to keep up, walking briskly to keep time with his long strides. Arlong leads you upstairs to a rather large bedroom, a bed built for a man of his stature sitting in the middle.

He sits at the edge of the bed and beckons you to come close. You obey without question, standing before him, your hands placed timidly in front of you.

“Remove your clothing,” he commands suddenly, “Make it quick.”

You scramble to remove your top and slide your shorts off your thighs, kicking them to the side. You’re left only in your underwear, your bra never touching your chest today. You hesitate momentarily when your fingers brush over your underwear’s waistband.

“S-Sorry, I’m a bit nervous-“you confess, “No one’s ever seen me naked before-“

“I don’t care about your sentimentality. Although,” Arlong smirks, his eyes raking over your body, “the knowledge that I am the first to lay eyes on you is quite amusing...”

His tone’s clear hunger flusters you, and you slip your panties off, stepping out of them and tossing them aside with your other clothes.

He stands up, towering before you as he looks you over. Without warning, he roughly grabs one of your breasts, causing you to gasp.

“Your breasts barely fill my hand,” he scoffs, squeezing the flesh almost painfully tight, “but what else did I expect? Your body is so pitifully small.”

He huffs and releases you, kneeling before you to examine your exposed pussy. You’re about to cover it up, but Arlong beats you to the punch, using his webbed fingers to spread your lips instead.

“But because you’re so small, I imagine you’ll feel much better around me.”

Your face burns with embarrassment yet anticipation as he slides a finger over your slit. You let out a soft gasp, jolting upright at the touch. He lets out a booming laugh.

“How sensitive!” He mocks you, “I barely graze you, and you jump like a scared cat!”

He removes his hand from your body and stands up, humming to himself, “Yes, I think I’ll make quite good use of you.”

That’s all he says before he walks past you, approaching the door.

You stutter out, “I-Is that all?”

“For now, yes.” Looking over his shoulder, he simply states, “I have more important things that need my attention at the moment.”

And with that, he leaves, slamming the door shut behind him.

You were now left alone in what you assumed were his personal quarters.

And the reality of the situation finally sets in: you were taken as Arlong’s plaything. You would probably never get to go back to your regular life ever again. You had signed yourself, body and soul, over to him.

The thought both terrified and excited you.

___

Days pass, and you slowly adjust to your situation, if only slightly. You don’t see Arlong often, and when you do, he barely acknowledges your presence. You figured the unspoken rule was that only Arlong could treat you poorly if desired and that anyone else injuring or degrading you would end in disaster.

And while you enjoyed their kind treatment, you were still chasing after Arlong’s approval and attention.

You wanted him to want you, desire you, maybe even love you. You felt stupid for even falling for a man like him in the first place, and yet here you were, throwing yourself at his feet like a dog.

You sighed as you thought this over in your bed; life wasn’t terrible here, but you wished things could be different. You had your own room but wished you could sleep in his. He wasn’t abusing you, but you wished you had his praise.

The night drags on, and you lay awake in bed, the sounds of the fishmen drinking and laughing rising from outside to your window. You didn’t attend the party tonight, the smell of alcohol and loud conversations not sounding appealing to you today.

You tried closing your eyes to get some rest, but you weren’t tired.

And your mind suddenly remembers that day.

You remember how he touched you the day he took you in, how he grabbed your breast. Your hand slides up to your chest, squeezing harshly to recreate the feeling. It’s not the same, but the sensation reminds you of that moment.

Your body grows excited at the memory.

You bite your lip as your other hand slips between your legs, teasingly sliding over your clothed slit. A moan bubbles up in your throat, and you don’t bother quieting yourself; everyone is outside at the party, so certainly, they wouldn’t hear you.

You rub slow circles into your clit, your back arching slightly as pleasure runs through your body.

Tired of the teasing, you pull your pajama shorts off your body, your underwear following soon behind, and spread your legs eagerly. As your fingers slide over your slit, you imagine Arlong above you, his fingers teasing your most intimate area.

You slide a finger inside but quickly opt for two, trying to replicate how full his fingers would make you feel.

You finger yourself, curling your fingers upwards to stimulate your g-spot. Your mind goes crazy imagining the dirty things he would say to you, and you move your fingers even faster, mashing your sensitive spot the way you imagined he would.

It doesn’t take long to cum, and you’re embarrassed when you realize the thought of him made you orgasm so quickly.

You pull out your fingers, your cum coating them completely. You go to your personal bathroom and prepare to wash your hands and clean your slit.

But for some reason, you feel as though you’re being watched.

You timidly walk back into your bedroom to check things out and jump as you see Arlong sliding open your bedroom door, inviting himself into your space.

You scramble to cover your exposed lower half with still dirty hands, your cum smearing over your pubic mound as you shield yourself, “A-Arlong- sir! I didn’t know you were back-”

“I heard you made yourself scarce,” Arlong hums in an uncharacteristically soft tone, “Everyone was asking about you.”

“About me?” You point to yourself in disbelief.

“Yes, but…” his eyes rake over you, “now I can see you were occupied…”

You shake your head, “W-What? No-“

“Don’t deny it; I could smell the filthy scent of your arousal before I even entered the room.”

His words send a jolt down your spine. You look away in embarrassment, refusing to look him in the eyes.

Arlong smirks, approaching you slowly, his fingers finding their way around your chin and jerking your head upwards so you would look at him.

His voice lowers, his eyes boring into your soul, “And just what were you imagining that aroused you?”

You stutter, unable to answer him, but Arlong expected that you wouldn’t respond in the first place.

He takes your hand, lifting it up to see the mess you had made moments prior. You want to hide it, but fighting him would only test his patience.

His finger swipes over the cum that covers your digits, the webbed appendage collecting the fluid.

He lifts it up to your lips, demanding, “Open.”

You obey immediately, taking his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue slides against his skin, cleaning his digits as thoroughly as possible.

“Disgusting human,” he smirks, “You’ll even lick your own cum off my fingers- absolutely revolting.”

Your face heats up at his insult, and despite his degrading words, you keep licking, sucking them clean. Hell, you keep sucking even when you know nothing is left on his fingers. And when he growls lowly, you can tell the sight affects him.

“Disgusting human indeed,” he hums, looking down at you in disdain, “Look how you react to the mere taste of my fingers… Do you desire more of me now?”

You nod eagerly, pulling his fingers from your mouth, “I-I want you more than anything. I’ve wanted you for so long-“

He growls at your words yet again and presses his body against yours; however, with his height, his crotch is pressed against your chest.

“Desperate thing. You spend all night with your hands in your panties, yet you still crave more.” Arlong tsks, “But it’s no wonder; you were left with only those small fingers of yours. There’s no way something so small can satisfy anyone, not even a human.”

You whine as his words rile you up, your pussy aching for more stimulation, “N-No, I need something more… m-maybe something that only a man your size could provide...”

“Is that right…?” He chuckles a bit at your words.

Your tongue darts over your lips quickly as you reach for the waistband of his pants. He looks down at you with a glint in his eye and a smug grin. He isn’t stopping you; you take that as a good sign.

And if that wasn’t convincing enough, he even says, “Go ahead, pitiful thing…”

You nod and pull his pants down along with his undergarments and gasp in shock.

You weren’t exactly familiar with the differences between fishmen and human anatomy. Of course, you knew they had gills or lungs that were different from yours; they might have tentacles or webbed fingers or things of that nature, but.. you never thought that something like this would be different.

Your mouth gapes in surprise as you see not one but two appendages between his legs. They’re shaped differently than you anticipated, the shafts slender with a slight curve. After he steps out from the discarded garments, you curiously reach a hand out and grab it, testing how the lengthy appendage feels in your hands.

It’s warm, and you gasp when you see the precum dripping onto your hands; its consistency is watery, and it seems to come out like a faucet. You blush at how it effortlessly lubricates your hands, allowing you to stroke even faster.

As you stroke the cock that is on top, you nearly forget the other shaft until it twitches excitedly, hitting your hand and smearing the cum over your wrist. You hurriedly grab the other cock, trying to stroke both simultaneously.

“Ah, I can barely get my hands around them…” You laugh nervously, “They’re huge-”

Arlong gives a cocky, lop-sided smirk, looking down at you as you struggle to wrap your hands around his two shafts.

“The sight of you struggling is pathetic, but…” You gasp as, in an instant, he grabs you, lifting you in the air, “I can’t deny some part of me finds it rather endearing as well.”

Your face lights up in a bright blush at the surprising praise. Your legs wrap around his waist as he sits on the bed, leaning back until his head hits the pillows. Your body is pressed against his, and you gasp as the slick appendages slide against your thigh.

“Go on and finish what you started,” He growls lowly in a seductive tone, “Prove to me just how badly you need me, and if you do well, I’ll reward you.”

You whimper as he takes your chin in hand, tilting your head so you look directly into his eyes, “Does that sound exciting, little one?”

Your heart stops at what sounds like a term of endearment.

“Y-Yes-” You breathe out, almost in a trance, “Yes, I’ll earn that reward, sir. I’ll do my best.”

“Good,” He hums, “Remove your shirt. I wish to see all of you before we begin…”

You nod and grab the bottom of your shirt, lifting it over your head and off your body.

You leave little kisses in your wake as you crawl down his body. Each kiss shows reverence as you worship his body, your lips trailing from his chest to his stomach and finally to the base of his first cock. When you reach it, you gulp as you ponder how to approach this. You’ve never pleased a man before, and definitely not a man with not one large shaft but two.

But you had to try.

You bite your lip as your hands attempt to wrap around both dicks at the same time. Now that your face is level with them, you realize they’re both larger than your head; you begin to wonder just how they’ll fit if Arlong decides to claim you. Will he be merciful and only fuck you with one?

You abandon the thought as quickly as it came; clearly, he wasn’t the merciful type.

You would have to be able to take both at once.

The idea terrifies and excites you.

Your grip is firm as you begin stroking them, glancing up at him with nervous eyes before your gaze flickers back to the task at hand. You moan softly as you watch his cocks jolt and throb under your touch, your pussy growing wet again as you imagine how they would feel stuffed inside you.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” He growls, but you’re surprised at how soft and affectionate it sounds. It almost sounds like a gentle suggestion instead of a command.

You nod and lean forward, taking one of the cocks into your mouth slowly. You take it a bit farther than you anticipated, but probably because of how tapered the tip is. You bob your head slowly, stroking the rest of the shaft with one hand while your hand continues coaxing precum out of the other.

Arlong hums in appreciation, and you melt when his hand pushes back your hair, encouraging you to keep going.

You switch to the other shaft, attempting to take as much down your throat as possible.

In your overzealous attempt, you gag around his cock, and you grow embarrassed. You pull off instantly and begin profusely apologizing: “I-I’m sorry, sir! I-I really am just as disgusting as you say I-”

He cuts you off, “That’s bound to happen. Keep going until I order you to stop.”

Your eyes widen in surprise; was gagging like that normal? He didn’t seem put off by it at all…

You bite your lip before trying again, this time sucking on the cock that rests above the other. You try pacing yourself for your second deepthroating attempt; even though he wasn’t angry about the gagging sounds, you didn’t want to actually throw up around him.

You slowly bob your head, ensuring both hands are full of him, and begin hollowing your cheeks, attempting to make a tighter hole for his pleasure. You inevitably gag again as his cock hits the back of your throat, but soon enough, it gets easier, and you’re able to take him down even further. You hit the halfway point before deciding not to push your luck, determining this was your limit. Soon enough, you find a rhythm, bobbing your head for some time before pulling off his shaft, your tongue swirling around the tapered head to coax out more precum. Eventually, you switch back and forth between the two dicks, trying your best to give both an equal amount of attention.

As you please him, you can’t help but sneak glances at his face, ensuring he’s enjoying himself.

Each time you look at him, his brows are furrowed as his eyes are shut tight, quiet grunts escaping his throat. Your pussy throbs as he gets more vocal, and you can’t help but to whine around his shaft, voicing your frustrations as your holes feel terribly empty.

Your needy sounds don’t go unnoticed.

“Oh,” he coos, clearly belittling you, “It sounds like you’re growing antsy… Was there something you wanted, little human?”

You pull off his cock with your tongue lolling out of your mouth. You breathe heavily, your eyes pleading as you beg, “Please, sir. I need you in me-”

He gives a cocky smirk, “I’m already in your mouth, and yet you want more? You’re a greedy little thing…”

“Please, I’m begging,” You whine, “I need you inside me- Please, sir, fuck me-!”

He hums, his interest clearly piqued by your desperate begging, “And why do you deserve it, hm? What have you done to deserve such an honor?”

You part your lips to answer, but your mind goes blank.

“Go on,” He puts on the pressure, “Speak.”

You finally stutter, “I don’t deserve them, but I’ll do anything to earn them. I-I’ll swallow all your cum, I-I’ll let you use my body any way you like, just please- please fill me up and fuck me until I can’t think-”

Your face radiates warmth as you realize what you just said; you hadn’t meant to sound so desperate, but god, as your slick drips onto the bed under you, you can’t lie: you really will do anything for him to take you.

Arlong makes an amused little sound; it seems your babbling has caught his interest.

You give one final push, “Please give me a purpose; please let me be useful to you, sir. I’m begging you to use my body- I want to please you- please, let me be a good girl for you-“

“Mm, what a good little human you are,” he hums, his tone patronizing as he looks down at you, “So eager to please… It would be a waste to not take advantage of your devotion and desperation…”

Your eyes light up, and your heart races, excited that he’s finally accepted you.

“Now…” He hums, “How should I take you…”

You shudder as his eyes rake over your body before he motions for you to sit on him. You straddle him and gasp when he holds your hips, his large hands encapsulating your waist. Your heart pounds as he lines one of his cocks up with your pussy, your juices dripping onto him. He laughs a bit when he feels the slick oozing onto him but doesn’t say anything, not about your arousal anyway.

“While I may be a demanding master, I am not heartless…” He says, rubbing the tip of one of his cocks against your entrance, “You’ll take just one first before I add the second…”

Your throat goes dry, but you nod, steadying yourself by planting your hands on his broad chest.

You wince and hiss in pain when he begins to lower you onto his shaft. Even though it’s barely inside you, it already feels like it’s too much to bear. But you attempt to endure it and keep your pained sounds to a minimum, not wanting Arlong to get annoyed by your discomfort.

Your thighs shake, and eventually, you feel his pelvis pressed against your mound. You whimper as you feel completely stuffed, your stomach bulging slightly as he finally sheathes himself within you. A shaky sigh leaves your lips as, for the first time, you’re filled by someone else.

You’re surprised when he doesn’t order you to move immediately, giving you a few moments to adjust.

It’s almost like he actually cares about you.

As you’re seated on top of him, his hands reach out to knead your breasts, his thumbs sliding over your hardened nipples. You whine shamelessly, rocking your hips back and forth as you grind your clit into his pelvis.

“Look at you,” He chuckles, “Rubbing your needy clit against anything you can… I’m starting to think it’s not humans as a whole that are this desperate, but just you in particular.”

Your face burns in shame as he calls out your slutty behavior, but that doesn’t stop you. In fact, it only encourages you to begin riding him, sliding maybe an inch or so upwards before slowly sinking back down. You try to move slowly and carefully as you’re stretched beyond your limits, the pain still stinging as you begin fucking yourself.

And after some time, you release that it actually feels really good-

Your mouth hangs open as you take him with deeper strokes, your hips lifting up to the halfway point before slamming down. Your loud moans and whines fill the room as you fuck him, his cock hitting all the right spots. You begin to drool as his cock slams against your cervix, making your legs feel weak. You start to melt atop him, your thrusts growing sporadic and sloppy.

Arlong tsks as he watches you fall apart, your face nuzzled in his chest as you pathetically grind and frantically slam your hips against his.

“Is this really your best effort?” He teases, “I thought you said you would please me… and yet here you are, only using me for your pleasure. How selfish, little human…”

“I-I’m sorry, sir. I promise I can be useful-” You begin to babble, “I can be a good girl- I can take whatever you give me- fuck me- please- use me-”

Arlong clicks his tongue before gripping your waist and slamming into you on his own. You gasp sharply as he hits your furthest walls and begins his relentless assault.

“You are so pathetic,” He growls, “I’ll just have to fuck into you myself as if you were an object.”

And he does precisely that, his thrusts from below causing your body to jolt and jostle above him. You feel your brain go numb, every thought you could possibly have leaving your head. Your body works purely on instinct, grabbing his shoulders as your face rests on his chest, your drool beginning to leak onto his skin. The sounds of skin smacking against itself fills the room, along with wet squelches.

“I’m so close-” You say dumbly, “Please, let me cum! Please-!”

“Good girl, asking for permission,” He grunts, “Go ahead.”

Your legs shake violently, and your back aches as your cunt squeezes him tight, attempting to milk him. But he doesn’t climax, not yet; You’re the only one reaching that beautiful high, your voice growing raspy as you cry out for him. Your nails dig into his chest and shoulders as you try to grip onto something, anything, to keep you grounded. You feel as though your soul is floating out of your body.

It’s the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had in your life, without a doubt.

As you’re left panting, attempting to recover from the intense experience, Arlong laughs at you; but to your surprise, it’s not malicious. He seems genuinely amused, even proud, at how he caused such a reaction from you.

“Look at you…” He hums, his hands raking over your body, his palms running over your hips and chest before reaching your cheeks, “You’re exhausted, and I’ve hardly begun using you…”

Your body feels limp as he lifts you up, attempting to place you on your hands and knees before him. But you can’t do it; your knees wobble, and your thighs shake as a warning before you fall forward, falling flat on your face. You try to lift yourself up, but even your arms feel boneless.

Arlong lets out an amused sound, “It seems you can no longer hold yourself up… It looks like I will have to support you myself…”

You let out a drawn-out groan as Arlong picks you up like a doll, flipping you around and holding you close to him as he stands beside the bed. Your legs dangle as your thighs are pressed to his sides, one of his shafts poking against your sopping wet entrance.

“I let you off easy earlier,” He whispers, “But you’ve proven that you can handle one, so now you will take both…. I expect that you won’t complain.”

You nodded your head; while you were exhausted, you were also more than eager to cum again. Though, as you feel them both press against your hole, a feeling of uncertainty pokes and prods at you.

But you ignore it.

Arlong is able to lift your body with one hand, balancing you in his palm as if you are weightless. With his other hand, he takes both shafts, lining them up before pressing them both inside.

At first, it isn’t difficult to accept them both; his dicks are tapered at the top, meaning the initial stretch isn’t too bad. But then he keeps pulling you down, inch by inch, penetrating you. You grit your teeth as the feeling nearly feels unbearable, your hole clinging to his shafts as you are stretched more than ever.

You throw your arms around his neck and bury your face into his shoulder, biting your lip as you whine.

Your sounds grow louder as he lifts your hips, guiding you up and down on his cocks. He thrusts into you fast, not giving you time to adjust the way you did before. You feel as though you could split in two, but there’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

You moan desperately into his shoulder, babbling and whining as you’re tossed around like an object. The whole ordeal is so humiliating, but you can’t deny that you are enjoying it all the same.

“I knew you were greedy,” He grunts, “But this is ridiculous; You’re stuffed full, and all you can do is whine and beg for more. You are the most shameless human I’ve ever known.”

Your lip quivers as you try to form words, but your vocal cords fail you; all you can do is whine and moan, clinging tight to his body.

He laughs at your desperation, “Though, it’ll be nice to have a toy so eager to be used. I’ll keep you for quite a while, I imagine..”

He continues his fast and harsh pace, bringing you closer and closer to the edge once more. Your legs quiver, and your body grows terribly hot, sweat building on your skin. You hold your breath as you ready yourself for your climax, the lack of oxygen making your head dizzy. And, in your dazed state, you lift your head and smash your lips against his.

And, to your surprise, he actually kisses you back.

With your lips pressed against his and your fingers tangled in his thick, dark hair, you finally release.

He grunts loudly into your lips, and with one final forceful thrust, you feel your insides flood with warmth. His hips slow, and with your cavern too stuffed for anything else to fit, his cum begins to dribble out of you.

Your lips part, and you stutter, “I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to kiss you without your permission!”

He only rolls his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips, “And yet I feel as though you’re only apologizing because you did so without permission, not because you’re actually sorry.”

You avert your eyes, and you feel yourself slowly lowered onto the bed, your back caressed by the soft sheets.

“I will say,” He begins, “I enjoyed your sudden display of boldness; it just shows how excited you were in the moment… I will allow it for now.”

Your eyes widen at his pardon, and you nod slowly, “Thank you, sir.”

“Now, rest easy, little human.” He says quietly, stepping back once you rest entirely on the bed.

“Wait,” You interject, propping yourself on your elbows, “You’re leaving?”

He laughs as if dismissing you, “Were you expecting me to stay with you?”

Your heart feels a pang of pain, and you visibly deflate, clearly disappointed. Of course, this entire thing meant nothing to him, and while you should’ve expected this, it didn’t make it hurt any less. Your eyes trail off, looking down at the edge of the bed as you fill with this indescribable loneliness.

His eyes linger on you for a moment and you can’t help but look up at him, trying to discern why he hasn’t abandoned you yet.

“Most masters don’t sleep in the same beds as their pets. But…” he hums, “I suppose for humans, it is a fairly common occurrence…”

You perk up at his words.

Is he saying what you think he is…?

“I will allow it just this once,” He insists, “But never again, do you understand?”

And that’s good enough for you because you knew owners who insisted on such things never kept their word.

#cream's fics #arlong x reader #arlong #one piece smut #x reader #fanfiction #it ended up being longer than anticipated #hope you all enjoy!

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marimology · 7 months

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LO’AKS PEAKTOBER

nsfw fics for one piece characters during the month of october with a transmasc reader!, reply to be in the taglist or follow the peaktober tag

week 1 october 1-7th

shanks + boa : breeding + pegging + threesome + cnc

shanks : stepcest

week 2 october 8th- 14th

sabo + ace : stepcest, cnc , threesome , sabo and ace do not interact with eachother

nami + robin : sub reader, inappropriate usage of devil fruits

WEEK 3 october 15th - 21st

vinsmoke brothers : gang bang, reading being used like a flesh light, reader is a strawhat

kid + killer : threesome,somno

OCTOBER 22nd - 28th

charlotte katakuri : inappropriate usage of devil fruits,

monster trio: overstim , sub luffy, threesome

strawhats : gangbang , overstim, pegging , toy usage

october 31st

opla!buggy : inappropriate usage of devil fruit, toys, switch buggy,

arlong : non con, hate fucking because reader is a human, technically monster fucking, degradation

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kenslilove · 7 months

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᯽៰ ͘ ࣭⸰ 𖥔 ͙ࣳ Pet, Pup, Mutt.

preview. arlong park is loud and rowdy this evening. Things get turned up a notch when Arlong decides to show of his pet to the whole crew.

ft. Arlong x fem!reader

wc. 3k

W. NSFW MINORS DNI, monster fucking technically, exhibitionism n vouyerism, bdsm elements (arlong has you shackled, collared and gagged), teasing, humiliation, dry humping, fingering, mentions of squirting, mentions of dp, foreshadow of fucking.

an. Blame the live action one piece of this. I have not stopped thinking about Arlong. He’s so— his voice is so— 🫠 I have no excuses. Y’all are in for a ride with this one fr. I’m still dizzy over it. Reblogs, comments, and feedback would be greatly appreciated 🫶

“Full house.”

There’s a chorus of cheers, as well as a few grumbles and grunts from fishmen who regret their choices when betting on anyone other than Arlong himself. Berries are flicked onto the table one by one, and Arlong has a shit eating grin on his face as Kuroobi gathers the coins for him after a quick and subtle click of his tongue.

He would have done it himself, if anything, Arlong loved the cold feeling of berries against his smooth flesh, but his hands were occupied with your flesh instead.

One large palm smoothed over your back. Talons circling the back of your neck, following the path of your spine, all the way down to the curve of your rear where his webbed hands decided to rest a few moments, savoring the squish of the plump skin before repeating the motions again in reverse. It always made you tense a little, chest pressing into his own and making the shackles around your wrists clank and click a little as your fingers subtly squeezed the fabric of his shirt.

But you didn’t make a peep.

Couldn’t even if you wanted to. Arlong always kept his pretty pet muzzled at times like this. The silicon bone was a bit shiny with your spit, your teeth held snug against it making the corners of your lips a bit rosy. Instead, your head lulled a little closer towards the crook of his neck, the smooth and subtly slippery skin always making your skin feel just a tad damp.

“That’s what, three rounds? Let’s call it quits before I bleed you all dry.” Arlong croaks his words along with a chuckle, one that you feel rumble all the way down his chest and right up against your own.

It leaves goosebumps on your naked flesh, making something of a blush rise on your already flushed cheeks. Flushed from being in his lap, flushed from being chained, collared and muzzled, flushed from being naked in front of the crew of fishmen.

And yet, no one dared to look in your direction. Their gills would be ripped through cleanly by Arlongs saw before they even had a chance of getting so much of a peek of your body that Arlong kept on blatant display.

He liked showing off his belongings, but Arlong never shared.

“One more!”

“The nights young!”

“A couple more drinks too!”

Arlong couldn’t help but shake his head at his own crew’s rowdiness. It was collection night after all, and all the fishmen’s pockets were full and ready to be played with. When his palm reached your ass this time, he decided to squeeze hard. Hard enough that sharpened nails left crescents in their wake, your back arched in the slightest, and your breath stuttered on the way out of your nose.

“Alright alright. Kuroobi’s dealing. I need a drink.” And one was placed before him just like that. Finally, Arlong spared you a glance. All intentions to reprimand you in some way for letting that silly muffled sound escape you.

“Tch, runnin from me? Get back here, little girl.”

But he found you looking right back up at him. Eyes a bit glassy, lower lip wobbling just the gentlest bit over white silicon.

Arlong’s smile turned devilish, big enough that sharpened teeth back to his molars were revealed to you. It made you shiver over his lap, the muscles in your thighs twitching ever so slightly.

“Hm?” His voice was low, the subtle growl in his tone vibrating all the way down his chest. “What is it, pet? Why do you look at me with such eyes? Are you sad?”

There’s already mock sympathy in his voice, his free hand finally joining in on holding you. Large palms cup your ass cheeks, adjusting you with ease, having you straddle his lap instead of a single thigh. The chains clank as you’re moved, but you still gripped onto his shirt. You shake your head, eyes getting a bit more glassy as you try to focus.

But it’s hard when his hands are massaging your ass, pulling you closer into his lap before allowing your body to slouch.

Forwards, back, forwards, back.

Arlong knew exactly what you needed. He could tell from the moment he felt the heat of your bare pussy against his crotch. You were almost dripping already, surely leaving a dampened spot on his pants. He could tell from the moment he looked in your eyes and saw your desire, your *need* basically swimming there.

But, Arlong liked playing with his sweet, little human pet. So he raised a brow, playing curious as he continued to grind you in his lap.

“Answer my question, mutt. What’s the matter with you?”

Your lips twitched around the gag. You knew better than to make another peep, but the friction that started to form between your legs had your eyes fluttering, lashes feeling heavy as you continued to look at him. Curling your fingertips into his shirt you decided to move your hips in the rhythm he set, finally feeling your clit catch against his crotch.

It makes your breath hitch slightly.

And it makes Arlong laugh out loud.

His hands bring your movements to a halt, and all you can do is huff from out your nose, the little bit of pleasure leaving your body almost as quickly as it came. Normally his fishmen would be the first to laugh along with him, but this time they’re eerily quiet. It makes your cheeks flush a little, embarrassment burning over your skin, pin pricking with tingles as you remember exactly where you are.

“Hm. So you’re desperate. Is that it, pup? Can’t wait until a game of poker is over to fulfill your needs? Humans are such spoiled little creatures.”

“Men.” Arlong barks, and all the men around the table finally look back to him. Your back straightens, heart picking up in pace from behind your rib cage.

“The mutts all worked up.” Arlong smacks your ass, hard and swift, the sting making you jolt, biting down hard on the gag to keep your squeal locked in your throat. It’s only when Arlong clicks his tongue that all the fishmen finally acknowledge your presence.

In that same moment, Arlong moves you with ease. Before you can even really process it he switches your body, your back now pressed against his chest. Your arms are pulled over your head, the chain keeping the cuff together looped around the back of Arlong’s neck.

Keeping your arms up, keeping your chest exposed. Your eyes widen a bit in shock, a muffled squeal slipping past silicon. On instinct, you attempt to close your thighs, only to have Arlong’s palms pull them apart, goosebumps rising along your flesh as the cold air hits the dampened skin of your cunt.

“Who wants a little show, hm? Did you know that humans whine and whimper like animals when they’re experiencing pleasure?” There’s a chorus of murmurs along the fishmen, along with a few snarls and laughs that makes you start to tremble. You turn your face, cheek pressing into the familiar expanse of Arlong’s chest and you try to shake your head, give him a sign, anything—

“Be a good girl.” His voice comes in low and hot, breathed up in a growl against your earlobe. It makes your whole body freeze up, goosebumps forming along the expanse of your skin. “And sit pretty. You’ll do that for me won’t you, pet?”

This was cruel of him. Crueler than usual. He subjected you to a lot, but never like this. So exposed and under the eyes of all the fishmen on his crew. And despite that, his voice satiated something in your head. Your lashes lowered, dusted along flushed cheeks, and catching a glimpse of his piercing gaze that only ever softened for you, you nodded.

His praise came in the form of a large hand cupping your chin. His forefinger and thumb momentarily stroked your jaw, a silent but clear sign of his happiness with your obedience. Almost as soon as it came the gentleness was replaced when he jerked your head back forward, his underlying gruffness always shining through in the way that he laughed, in the way that he held your face forward towards the eyes of many hungry fishmen.

You trembled.

Arlong grinned. Grinned so large that his sharp teeth glistened under the neon lights of Arlong Park.

“You see, pups like her are easy.” He speaks to his men, right over your head as if you weren’t even in there. But his hands knew exactly where to touch and where to go. One large hand hooked under your thigh, and even though he knew he wouldn’t have an issue with your legs clamping shut, he couldn’t help but haul your leg up, exposing you even further. His other hand, to your absolute delight and absolute horror, finally touched your pussy.

But he spread it apart with two thick fingers. Your only relief was that his webbing covered the most desperate part of you, your clenching little hole. Fluttering hopeless just from his simple touch. There was a chorus of cheers, hollers, whistles even from men who glued their hungry stares to your blossomed flower, now pink and shiny and throbbing a bit. You couldn’t help the embarrassed whimpers anymore, they seemed to slip freely now, muffled under the gag. Your hands balled up into fists on either side of Arlong’s shoulders and your chest stuttered with your quickened breathing.

Humiliation wracked over your body, at being looked at like a piece of meat, which is exactly what you were to these men. But something else coiled up in your tummy, something that tickled at your clit the moment Arlong pressed the smooth pad of his thumb against the longing bud. Something else that made you a little limp, made your nerves a little less tense as you allowed yourself to ease back into a familiar chest, a familiar lap.

Arlong was cruel. But he was your owner after all.

“They’re so reactive, these little humans…” Arlong's voice was almost in a sigh, something dreamy, like when someone speaks of their favorite toy. His thumb starts to circle your clit finally and you huff, lashes fluttering and back arching just the slightest. “Any little thing and they let out noises like that. Or sometimes…”

Gentle caresses turned into a smack as his fingers came together and down onto your pussy. The first slap was to get a reaction out of you. A jolt, a jostle of chains, a squeak that despite the gag, comes out loud and clear. The dribbling of drool down your chin. The second slap was to get another chorus of growls from the fish men, this time it was sharper, pressure directed on your clit so your puffy pussy would flutter and squeeze around the air like it was begging to be stuffed.

“They sound like squealing pigs.” He said through a dark snicker, two fingers sliding into your hole before the fluttering could stop. You could feel his groan through your back, how it vibrated through your body. He pumped his fingers at a steady pace, the squelch of your cunt raising brows, causing tongues to swipe over sharp teeth.

“And despite how small they look…” He spoke with intent, as if he were teaching, as if he knew more. And he had his men hooked, eyes trained on the sight of your sweet pussy which they always wanted to stare at, but never got the permission or pleasure to do so.

Not until this moment.

“They can take so much.” A talon traced along your sweet spot and you quivered, hips twitching as a form of permission to roll into his palm. Another trace was your non verbal cue from him and you rolled your hips forward, grinding down into the palm of his hand to find your own pleasure.

“Look at that! She’s fuckin his hand!”

“A desperate mutt!”

“Humans are so pathetic!”

“Hmmm.” Arlong mused, the words of his fishmen making his grin grow larger. That, and the fact that with each insult that got thrown your way, your pussy would hug his fingers in a tight embrace. “My pup can take *both* of my cocks— it’s a tight fit, but I’ve trained her well.”

“Whore!” The sharp cheer cut through the antics like a knife. Arlong’s eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked the fishman in the eye. It got eerily silent, just the sounds of your arousal smearing over Arlong’s fingers as he stretched your cunt open. Although you knew by now that you couldn’t hide, you slunk back into Arlong’s embrace, something like a whimper of distaste being muffled into your gag. Arlong took notice and pet along your sweet spot, almost as he was soothing away whatever bad feelings the word seemed to leave you with.

“My whore.” Arlong corrected, the growl in his tone nothing short of feral. You didn’t know this specific fishmen by name, but you had a feeling you never would. In fact, you had a feeling you’d never see him again after this moment.

The tense moment faded away as Arlong picked up the pace of his fingers, even slipped in a third. Your slick started up bubble around his digits, hole stretching and accommodating for a tight fit that made your head spin in the best of ways. Your head fell back against his shoulder, mewls of delight slipping through silicon as you rolled your hips to match his quickening tempo. “And when they come, they make quite a mess…” That really had the crew excited once more, eyes lit up and cheers sounding Arlong on. It stroked his ego in the best of ways, making him growl in delight, teeth grazing at your pulse point before he murmured right up against the skin of your earlobe.

“Make it pretty, pet.” His fingers speed up even faster, the slick sound mixed with his low, gruff tone making your tummy tighten. Give ‘em a good show like the good girl you are.”

Although it’s muffled, Arlong knows without a shadow of a doubt that a “yes sir” is being spoken by you. Your obedience made his cocks twitch in delight, it had always been a trait of yours that he found so very pleasing, so very maddening at the same time. With your eyes squeezed shut, and Arlong’s booming laugh you come undone.

Your back arches, tears fall from your clumped lashes. Your thighs tremble with the impact of your orgasm and your pussy clenches so tightly around Arlong he’s convinced your walls take on their exact shape. And you squirt, of course. Droplets of arousal that coat his palm, your small amount of trimmed pubic hair, and your quivering inner thighs. There’s smears of it along Arlong’s cargo shorts and you fall slumped in his lap after a few moments, once the storm of your high dies down and you're left a bit boneless, shaky and breathing deeply through your nose to even your heartbeat.

The fishmen are cheering. Like this is the greatest show they’ve ever witness. Some even clap, some howl like animals. Others shamelessly adjust themselves, darlingly, and Kuroobi keeps a mental note of each one for his boss.

He knows better than to fantasize about his boss’s favorite toy.

It’s Arlong’s fingers slipping between the tight leather band of your gag that brings you back to reality, reminding you of the fact that you just had one of the best orgasms in your life in front of the entire crew. The silicon bone pops out from between your lips with one good tug and drool follows it as it falls to rest between your collar bones. Strings of spit glisten on your chin and your lips pulse at finally being free, but all you focus on is sucking in shaky, large inhales into your chest.

“Good little girl.” Over the laughter and excitement of his men, his words are saved for your ears only. He tips your head back, has your lips close to his own, but he doesn’t kiss you. Not in front of his men.

That’s something he saves just for you, in the privacy of your bedroom.

It makes your heart, along with your pussy flutter. Before you can get out a word, Arlong slips his fingers from you with a slick pop. With ease he moves your small body once more. This time your back is met with piles of cold berries, corners of playing cards dug against your spine and ass. The shackles clink against the wood of the table and before you can really process it Arlong has your thighs hooked over his shoulders, his crotch pushed up against your still trembling cunt and grinding into it harshly.

“Might as well show you all how well she takes a load.” He says it so casually, and his men roar in agreement, hungry growls of excitement echoing. And all you can do is blink up at Arlong lazily, the familiar feeling of one of his cock heads nuzzling up between your soaked lips.

He looks right back down at you, and despite the hunger there, the feral drive they shine to claim you in front of the crew, you know that he’s watching you in another way too. He’s watching you as an owner would their precious, precious pet. He smoothes a hand over your tummy, smearing your arousal left over there, as well as tracing along the bulge that his cocks are soon going to make.

“And you’re going to be good, aren’t you, little girl?”

Everyone already knew the answer, even you. Especially Arlong. Which is why he fucked two loads into you in front of the crew instead of one. He had to show them just how good you really were, right up to being fucked absolutely brainless.

PROPERTY OF KENSLILOVE. DO NOT REPOST, COPY OR BRING ONTO ANY OTHER PLATFORM‼️

#one piece fanfiction #one piece smut #op fanfic #op smut #op live action #arlong #op arlong #arlong x reader #arlong x y/n #arlong x you #arlong smut #arlong fanfic

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monimccoythings · 27 days

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Masterlist of fics

𝓗𝓪𝔃𝓫𝓲𝓷 𝓗𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓵

Alastor x Daughter! Reader (platonic)

Part I

Part II

Part III

Alastor and his child!reader headcanons

Cused!Cat!Alastor and daughter reader

Devotion

Runaway I

Marvel

Eddie Brock/Venom (msm 2017)

Awakening

Eddie and Symby Headcanons I

Eddie and Symby Headcanons II

Accidental heroes

𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞

Arlong x Human!reader

Headcanons

Parenthood I

Parenthood II

Human!Healer I

Human!Healer II

Human!Healer III

Four Encounters

Under Your Spell

Sore Loser

SFW Alphabet

Wedding Crashers I

Wedding Crashers II

Wedding Crashers III

𝕋𝕄ℕ𝕋

Ray Fillet

Provisional headcanons (Pre-movie)

Remake (Post-movie)

𝗡𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗼

Bowser:

SFW Alphabet

Cuteness Overload

Classy Turtle

Tiny and Cute!

Progress

Bad Pick up Lines

#bowser #bowser x reader #x reader #ray fillet #tmnt #mutant mayhem #tmnt mutant mayhem #teenage mutant ninja turtles #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel #arlong #arlong x reader #one piece x reader #symbrock #eddie brock #msm 2017 #msm 2017 eddie brock who lives rent free in my heart my beloved #venom

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standfucker · 1 month

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to all my fellow Fish-man fuckers (and other assorted monsterfuckers)

#monster fucker #terato #jinbe x reader #jimbei x reader #arlong x reader #hody x reader

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tonberry-yoda · 9 months

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Alright cool. Could I get headcanons (romantic) for how Arlong and reader met and it was because reader didn't know what a fishman was so when they first met reader is just like telling him how he looks cool? Lol im so normal about him i swear !!

Arlong with a reader who didn't know about fishmen

notes - AW! Anon this idea is so cute!! Honestly, I would totally steal all of Arlong's clothes PFFFT. Anyways, thanks so much for the request and I hope you have an awesome day <3

he's so silly

at first he would be confused on how you don't know and then he would understand

^ the government has been discriminating against fishmen since forever, so he figured that they were trying to hide them too

^ this totally hurts him, but he hides the hurt

but when you come up with a look of pure astonishment on your face, he gets a little blushy

you ask him to explain what he is and he reluctantly tells you

you are just in pure awe and he actually gets excited, telling you all about what it's like to be a fishman

you tell him how cool he looks and bro is definitely blushing tee hee

it's nice for him to be admired by somebody and let's just say he keeps you close <3

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2023 @tonberry-yoda – do not repost or claim ANY of my work as your own! likes, reblogs, and comments are not only welcome, but appreciated

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#tonberry answers #asks #anon #requests #writing #my writing #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #op #op x reader #one piece #one piece x reader #arlong #arlong x reader #arlong one piece #arlong one piece x reader #<3

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zorosleftmantit101 · 8 months

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Its so funny being a fanfic writer and loving a side character from One piece.

Desperately wanting someone to write for them, so you scower the internet for hours looking for just a drop of it, and theirs so few that the longest thing you found was a three hundred word fluff on fucking deviant art and then looking at yourself in the mirror and being like, oh wait, like, ill just write it...

Anyway evil ass thoughts in my head.

#zorosleftmantit #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #one piece funny #headcanon #one piece x you #crack post #arlong #arlong x reader #arlong smut #one piece live action #opla #opla x reader

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mmkin · 4 months

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Shark Bait - Arlong x Reader

Arlong x Fish/Human Hybrid AFAB Reader

Content Warning – This is a darker story than my other Arlong Pirates related work (and has no connection to said works, consider this my dark Arlong AU) and was inspired from a prompt/headcanons from @sheisabitchbicth here on Tumblr and contains elements of yandere, dubcon, and noncon. (and yes, this work is 18+/NSFW!)

If no likey, there’s the Back button. I have other OP stories or other works that may be more your taste.

If you like this kind of thing though, then read on. I’ve been wanting to do something dark for a bit, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity to do so, so have fun with this guilty pleasure project of mine :) All feedback is very much appreciated. (Update - the story is now available to read on my AO3. The story will be updated here and there, follow where you wish. Enjoy!)

Shark Bait - Part 1

You had never met another fishperson in your life until Arlong’s crew came across you. Your parents were slaves who had escaped together, using their combined skills to make their way out. From what your mother told you, they became friends while they were slaves, and after their escape they were lovers for a while. Eventually, they parted, though on amicable terms. Your mother never told your father that she was pregnant, though.

She did not want to return to her family or native land, though. So she found an island that seemed out of the way, and settled there. People felt bad for her for being a former slave, so when you were born, they looked in the other direction, so you for the most part led a quiet life. Your father’s heritage gave you the ability to breathe underwater, so you would go fishing, or search for various items that would augment your mother’s meager income. Sometimes you might help out neighbors in a similar manner, so even though you were half fishwoman, you found some acceptance in your community.

By the time you were in your late teens, you were used to most people not noticing your gills, or the color of your skin. You stayed out of trouble and often out of sight. If you dressed appropriately and wore a large hat or hood, you could escape the notice of Marines who touched upon your island during their trips. It was a quiet life. Were you happy? Sometimes you were not sure. As you’d gotten older, you wanted to know more about your father’s people, and there was only so much your mother could tell you.

So one day, you’re out swimming, and looking for treasures that you can bring home. Since you’ve pretty much picked clean the areas closest to the island, you’ve had to venture out further, which hey, it’s great swimming practice. You feel at peace in the sea, feeling it move through your lungs as you move through the water. You know there are fish- and merfolk and Sea Kings and beasts out there, but at the moment it’s easy to imagine that you are alone in this world. You drift past the coral, admiring it.

Suddenly, you see movement out of the corner of your eye and turn around to see what you are almost certain is another person darting off in the murky distance, if it’s not a large fish. A few of the people on the island dive, but you know that none can dive this far or deep. So maybe it’s a big fish that would probably be a welcome meal for your mother. You’re debating whether you should go after it before a shadow passes overhead, and you look up, wondering if it’s another fish, when in shock you realize it’s a ship. You were so absorbed in your work that you’d failed to notice the coming of a ship, nor did you expect one as the Marines did not come by often. You drift towards the hulking dark shape before something much, much closer swoops down in front of you, close enough that you feel the water displacement against your body as he fills the space.

You see clear blue eyes and the longest nose you’ve ever seen, and there is a grin full of the sharpest teeth you’ve ever seen or even imagined. A short shriek bursts from your throat before a wave of lightheadedness overcomes you.

The next moments are a haze as you try to fight passing out. You are pulled to a strong chest before you are dragged to the surface, a red sun filling much of your vision as you stare dumbly at the chest of the person who’s taken you. You gasp softly as the two of you break the surface of the water, and your limbs hang limp as you’re hauled onto a ship that is most decidedly not a Marine ship. Or even a merchant ship, from the looks of it.

As your head lolls back, you get another look at the face of your captor. No, you didn’t imagine that serrated nose, or the mouth full of sharp teeth, and you start to panic, finding your strength and starting to push against him.

“Oh, we have a feisty one here,” Sawnose chortles, letting you go for but a moment before he grabs your wrists in his large hand, hoisting your hands above your head, leaving you helpless under his scrutiny, and he is not the only one staring.

“Let me go!” you cry, trying to kick him as other men surround you, with a variety of skin colors, some of them having fins, or other fishlike features, in a wide assortment. One thing they all have in common – and you do with them – are their gills. If you were not so frightened and anxious, you might be reveling in the fact that you’re finally meeting other fishmen for the first time in your life.

You are lifted off your feet, and can not help but feel like a hooked fish that is being held up by a fisherman for inspection or display. You try a few more kicks, but Sawnose is incredibly tall and his arm is long enough to keep you at just enough distance to keep you from any effective kick. He laughs as your feet graze his upper legs and stomach.

Your next instinct is to curl up as you see the hungry gazes that are fixed on your damp and near-nude form. You’ve found that diving is more comfortable the less clothes you wear, so you’re in a tank top and briefs, which both cling to you, your net bag hanging empty at your side. The way you’re being handled makes you wonder if these fishmen might try to sell you into slavery. You know your mother will worry about that if you do not come home.

“So, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?” Sawnose asks with an amused tone. You try to be silent, but he snarls at you, and it’s obvious he could cause serious injury, so you have no choice but to answer his question, and any other that he wants to ask you. You confirm that you are indeed the child of a fishperson. When asked what that parent’s name was, you utter it, and his eyes widen.

You are dropped to the deck, wincing as you land on the bare wood. It is then that you learn that your father was once a crewmate of the man who’d just kidnapped you. For a moment you feel your heart leap up in your throat. Will you have the chance to meet him? But your heart plummets to the pit of your stomach when you learn he’s been dead for years. You start crying, and surprisingly, Sawnose kneels next to you, stroking your hair.

“I want to go home,” you plead.

“Silly girl. You are home,” he asserts as you give him a confused stare. He informs you that since you are the offspring of someone from his crew, it means you belong to the crew, and to its captain above all else. So… this means you’re not going to be sold into slavery? You’re just going to be conscripted into a pirate crew?

Fuck. Your mind races as you wonder how you can find your way out of this predicament. Because this can not fucking happen to you. Just because your father was a pirate… a father you’ve never met, who’d never even held you in his arms after you were born. What cruel fate has wrought this?

“Who are you, and what are you doing here?” you manage to inquire as you rise to your feet, crossing your arms to maintain as much modesty as you can. It’s one thing to dive near-naked, when there is no one else around to impede on your enjoyment of the sea, and another to be ogled at by so many eyes. When’s the last time these men saw a woman?

Sawnose laughs, and introduces himself and his crew. He is the mighty captain Arlong the Saw, leader of the Arlong Pirates, and Lord of the East Blue. Your island is his next target in the expansion of his territory, and his men have been scouting around it for a couple of days, staying out of sight. You are an unexpected – but not unwelcome, Arlong assures you – find. Since you’re now part of the crew, you will be spared the tribute that Arlong and his crew are going to extract from the island.

Your thoughts fly to your mother. As a single mother, your mother never had much money. Usually there was food in your belly, and always a roof over your head. Your mother occasionally managed to scrape together enough money for a treat, for what was life without small enjoyments, she would say. You knew she had a bit of money squirreled away for medicine or doctors, and to your dismay, you remember how she has needed more of these in the last couple of years. How will she be able to afford all that on top of Arlong’s tribute, especially if you’re not there to help her?

As Arlong’s words sink in, and the reality of what your mother and the rest of the village faces, you feel light-headed again. Since you were a child, you would get an attack like this rarely, usually after being dealt with an emotional blow.

And this isn’t just an emotional blow. It’s a fucking emotional sucker-punch, and you actually pass out.

Someone is stroking your forehead and hair, and for a moment, you think it’s your mother tending to you. But you’re not in a bed, you’re… on someone’s lap, and your head and neck is on top of what you’re pretty sure is an arm. You hear conversation going on around you, footsteps bustling about, commands being given as the island comes into sight. A quiet whine escapes your throat as you struggle to gain consciousness.

“Looks like the little clownfish is coming awake,” you hear someone chuckle. You would come to hate being called that, for your captor uses it when he thinks you are being silly or stupid.

Who is calling you that, you wonder, and it all comes crashing upon you. Arlong. Arlong the Saw. Who just claimed you for himself and his crew. Who just told you the ultimate fate of your father. And who will terrorize your island and collect tribute from villagers who only want to live a quiet life. You try to bat away the hand that’s touching you, and suddenly find your wrist ensconced in the iron grip of the hand you just tried to defend yourself from.

“Now, now, there will be none of that,” you hear him chide, and you open your eyes, seeing these bright blue eyes and that impressive nose hovering over your face. Your first instinct is to scoot back but the arm that had been supporting you now holds you in his lap in an iron grip. It’s hard to not feel vulnerable pressed up against this impressive specimen of a fishman. And as your gaze darts around, you realize that the other fishmen are pretty tall too. Taller than even the tallest man in your village.

Now you really do feel like a little clownfish, surrounded by all sorts of predatory sea creatures.

#yandere #arlong #arlong pirates #one piece #arlong x reader #opla #opla x reader #one piece x reader #writing #fanfiction #arlong/reader #sharks are sexy #arlong the saw

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nickgoesinsane · 8 months

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Thinking about big, scary Arlong trying to hold back all the noises trying to escape when you wrap your hands around his cocks to jerk him off. He’s supposed to be the scariest fishman in the East Blue, over 8 feet of solid muscle, and yet, here he is— trying (and failing) to keep his hips from bucking into your warm, human touch.

#‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ nick writes !#friendly reminder that anime arlong is 8'7 #let's see if he inspires me to finish my project #one piece brainrot #dom reader #top reader #sub character #sub arlong #arlong x reader #n/sfw #n/s/f/w

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ofallthingsnasty · 4 months

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Arlong strikes me as the type to penetrate someone with foreign objects

Anon… your mind. Especially when we’re talking about him keeping you as a little… ‘pet’ - context here. (I got your (?) other ask too but I want to write a little something more for it, so it might take a while!! Thank you for giving me brainworms, you are a treasure)

tw. gn reader, noncon object insertion, ruined holes, free use, dehumanization, violence, read the tags and read them twice seriously

Anything to amuse him, anything to relish in his own cruelty. It’s just another way to humiliate you, to find yet another form of amusement in your body. He loves bottles, especially. How fast can he go bigger, taller, weirder - and how long can you hold them in, which ones make you cry the hardest, which ones will utterly ruin your holes? There is a morbid fascination in watching you grunt and sob and beg while he can see your soft insides through the glass. And once you’ve been trained he gets to laugh about how fucking loose you are, how you’re never going to enjoy human dicks again - because lets face it, they’ll be too small after this. How lucky then, that not only is he massive, no, he has two of them! To him, you’ll still be nice and tight, to anyone else you’re used up and disgusting now. (Not that you’re getting out of this any time soon, but he loves to run his mouth about it. It’s about marking you, ruining you for any other human in existence, to make you submit to him.) He sometimes forces smaller things into you and tells you to hold them - and when they inevitably slip out he gets to laugh and point at the ruined whore in front of him. He’s doing you a favor, really. Did you think he wasn’t planning on forcing both of his cocks into one hole? Don’t be naive, he’s going to get his money’s worth. Shoving a wine bottle into you is just his way of foreplay. Be good and thank him when he does because he doesn’t give a single shit if you tear. It doesn’t end with him, though. He reserves the right to fuck you, but the rest of the crew is more than welcome to slip things into you at their leisure. You learn quickly to duck into some quiet corner when they start drinking again, because it’s when they’re at their most rowdy, their inhibitions dangerously low. They spur each other on in their drunken stupor and more often than not, the night ends in a game of let’s see what we can shove up the human’s ass today. You think bottles and pens are bad? Wait until someone gets the brilliant idea to force half of the fruit and vegetable drawer into you and then pour alcohol straight into the resulting gape, threatening to beat you if you let anything spill. You’re just something to play with, something to raise the morale - truly, you’re just a thing.

#anon i want to bite your brain you have the best ideas fr fr #/arlong #/one piece #tw.violence #tw.noncon #tw.dark content #arlong x reader #one piece x reader

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lazysenberg · 10 months

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{ENGLISH} - Arlong x Human!Reader Pt1

This One Shot is longer than I thought it would be, so I think I’m going to make a part 2! This one looks more like Fishmen x Reader than Arlong x Reader, so yeah, I think we need a part 2 ahah.

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Since we don’t really know what happened to Arlong’s Pirates, let’s say that when they got arrested by the Marines, they got sent to Celestial Dragons as slaves.

What will happen to them and their Captain?

ONE PIECE - ENGLISH

Arlong x Human!Reader (Revolutionary) Pt1

WARNING : Potential sensitive subjects/Blood/Injuries

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You’re Y/N Y/L/N, a young Revolutionary aged around 20 years old. You grew up with a girl named Koala and a boy named Sabo. You three are still together today, working with Monkey.D Dragon and other great people.

This morning is the beginning of your “rest day”. Which means that you can do whatever you want. But you still have to be careful.

However, you’re Y/N Y/L/N. You often put yourself in danger but for good reasons. Your day is actually starting with you, early ready and actually hidden somewhere in the Celestial Dragons’s place ; precisely close where the slaves are.

Your goal : save as many slaves as possible.

You heard that a lot of people were still condemned to serve these monsters, and not only criminals, but innocents too.

You’re sneaking around, looking for the door that can bring you to the underground prisons.

Faster than you could have thought, you find it. But when you try to open the door, you find it closed. With a sigh, you look around you.

A guard is walking around, carefully watching if anyone tries to escape. Discreetly, you crouch and pull a small marble out of your pocket.

When the guard’s back is completely facing you, you throw the marble down his feet and the little ball let a greenish smoke come out. The soldier looks down with a raised eyebrow, but when the smoke goes to his nose, the guy sniffs the strange smell. His eyes lift to the sky and quickly, the man falls to the ground, completely asleep.

Still crouching, you quickly crawl towards him and start looking for something. It was easierit than you thought because very quickly, you find the keys for the underground prisons’s door.

To not lose time, you run to the door and look for the right key.

When you manage to open it, you face stairs made of bluestone and a dark corridor. Humidity is invading the place, but it doesn’t frighten you.

You slowly go down the stairs and grab a torch that is placed on the wall. With it, you try to light your way a little better.

Finally, you start crossing a few cells. When you light these, you find weak Fishmen. Some are asleep, probably very tired because of what they’re going through, and some others are turning to you.

All these scared faces. You just can’t let them here alone.

You hang your torch on the wall, right next to their cell so it can still light it, and then you approach even more the cell, looking at every prisonners inside.

You’re watching one of them, a pale blue guy with blond hair. He’s sitting on an hard and uncomfortable bed, looking down. You quickly notice a tattoo on his right shoulder.

You already saw this drawing...

“- Are you... Are you from the Arlong’s Pirates?”

The blue Fishman looks at you with no emotions in his eyes. He doesn’t look scared, but not happy either or else.

He doesn’t answer, he’s just staring at you. But after a few seconds that could have seemed like hours, he raise an eyebrow and turns completely his face to your direction.

“- Why do you ask?

- I know this drawing on your shoulder. It’s his symbol, isn’t it?”

The fishman looks down his shoulder, looking at the red tattoo on it. His eyes then go back to you :

“- Who are you exactly? You don’t look like these disgusting Celestial Dragons... Or their guards, chu.”

You try to reassure him with a smile and put a hand on your chest, introducing yourself :

“- My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I’m here to help you. I only want your freedom.”

The guy laughs at you and looks away.

“- And how can we trust you? The ones who locked us here are humans like you. You’re all the same.”

You frown and your gaze fills with confusion. You then look down.

These Fishmen are locked up not only because they’re Pirates, but because of their kind...

You wrap your fingers around the bars, still staring at the ground.

“- L-look... I know that these people from my kind have been bad with you... But we’re not all like them! If you could just let me help you and see-

- You don’t understand, chu. Not only these stupid rich guys dared hurting us!”

The blue fishman gets up from the bed and faces you, pointing his finger in your direction.

“Humans harrassed us, they killed many of us! Because of what? Because we’re not like them! Like you... Because we’re different! We lost so many brothers and sisters, friends too, because of this! So tell me, how can we trust you!?”

You look at him, in shocked, and you don’t really know what to say.

After some minutes of silence, the guy turns his back to you and you sigh.

Without any other hesitation, you take the keys in your hands and look for the right key like earlier. After a little wait, you find the good one and open the door.

All the Fishmen inside are looking at you. You step aside the way and point the exit with your finger.

The prisoners inside are still staring at you, some in shocked and the others with mistrust.

A guy with the fins of a ray that was sitting on the floor stands up and looks at you with curiosity.

“- Wait- why would you do that?

- Because I don’t think you deserve it. Nobody does.

- You don’t know what we did, chu.”

The blue guy walks in front of his ray fishman friend.

“- I maybe don’t, but you’re Pirates, so of course you’re outlaw. But I am too. And you’re not the greatest criminals. For me, you’re maybe Pirates, but you’re above all living beings wishing to have their rights and their freedom.”

A fishman approaches you, a finger timidly pointing towards the exit.

“- S-so, we can go now, right?

- You can, but you still must be vigilant. The guards are still patrolling around and a Celestial Dragon could come at any time.

- T-thank you...”

The fishman goes out of the cell, and when his friends are seeing you not doing anything to stop him, they’re slowly and carefully following him outside.

“- Umh- hey... Bluefish...

- Bluefish?”

The blond fishman looks at you, with a strange look on his face.

“- S-sorry, I didn’t get your name and- When I don’t know people, I give them weird nicknames...”

You look down with red cheeks. The ray guy look at his brother but a raised eyebrow. The blue one sigh.

“- You’re not allowed to call me by my name. But you’re not allowed either to call me by this weird thing.

- Then what should I call you?

- I don’t know, chu...

- You’re not helping me there!

- Just find something else!

- Well, Sir!”

You both look at each other, then the blue fishman crosses his arms against his chest, still looking at you with a stern look.

“- What?”

You sigh. Guess that this name is better.

You take your courage in both hands and you straighten up to face him correctly.

“- If you’re an Arlong’s Pirate, may I ask, what happened to your Captain?

- You’re looking for Arlong?

- Well... Yes? Why isn’t he with you all?”

The ray guy approaches you, when you look at him, the fishman looks kinda sad. But you can see that he’s trying not to show it. He then starts to explain :

“- Arlong tried many times to attack the Celestial Dragons, the guards and other people that could arm us or lock us here again and again. At the beginning of our life here, he was with us, but then, because of his attacks, the Celestial Dragons decided to put him aside.”

You approach slowly the duo, the other fishmen are watching you three behind the two known pirates.

“- And Sir, do you know where your Captain has been locked up?

- Why do you want to know that?”

You look at the blue one, a bit scared because of his look on his face right now. All you can see is anger and disgust. But you don’t let it go, you clear your throat and explain :

“- I would like to help him get out, like I’m doing with you.

- We’re not out yet-

- Chu, That’s enough.

- Ugh...”

The second fishman turns back to you :

“- Arlong has been locked up down this hallway, at the end of the corridor.. He’s completely alone and we don’t know what these monsters did to him. It’s been a while since we last saw our Captain...”

All the fishmen are looking down with sad faces. It’s breaking your heart, but your determination is coming back. You have to help them all get out of this place. You clench your fists and straighten up again with more confidence this time.

“- Ray guy, Bluefish-

- Oh, not this name again, chu.

- Please, bring all your friends out of here and be careful. I’ll try to be quick. I’ll go help Arlong getting out of his cell and then we’ll both join you.

- Arlong won’t follow you, chu.

- What is making you think that?”

Chu rests his hands on his hips and bends over to you :

“- Arlong is hating humans even more than us, he won’t support you for a second. We’re barely trusting you, chu, so imagine how he would react ; seeing a naive human like you who wants to “help fishmen”.”

You look down, but look back up quickly.

“- I’m maybe naive, but let me tell you, Bluefish. I’m also very stubborn, and I wanna help you! I will get you out of here! And you will let me do it. After all of this thing is done, you will never see me again! You’re just going to be with me for what- one or two hours if everything is alright?”

The fishman named Chu was about to say something, but his ray brother puts a hand on his shoulder to get his attention :

“- Chu, this human is right, it’s only for a short time. Maybe could we just... let the story of hate between humans and fishmen aside for a second?”

The blue fishman sighs in defeat and walks away towards the other fishmen. You look at the ray :

“- S-so... What now?

- Go to Arlong. And me and Chu are going to protect everyone while you’re gone. We can resist a little time if we’re being attacked. Do you think you can handle facing our Captain, little human?”

You look at the ground again, hesitating for a second, but then you look back up at the guy in front of you and nod at him.

“- I can do it.

- Great. Then we’ll see each other in a short time.”

You start to leave the group and the ray warns Chu about what's going to happen.

Chu then prepares the other fishmen and the ray turns back to you :

“- Little human!

- Mmh?

- W-what if... What if Arlong’s dead?”

You can see the fear and the worry on his face. You start to share his emotions, but to not worry him even more, you try to hide it.

“- I’m sure he’s alive, Sir... And if he’s not, I’ll make sure you’re all going to be safe and out of here. Probably home too. For him. I promise umh...

- Kuroobi.

- I promise, Kuroobi.”

You give the fishman a smile, take back your torch and then start to run to the other side of the corridor.

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You slowed your pace as you walked deeper down the hall. You’re looking around, trying to find Arlong’s cell. All the ones you see are empty. The only one that was keeping prisoners was the one with Arlong’s Pirates and some other fishmen.

After a little while, you finally see a bit of light. This light isn’t from a torch on the wall, but it looks like it’s from a window.

You approach the light and you notice that it comes from a cell. When you notice it, you already start to look for the key.

By chance, when you’re in front of the door, you’ve got the right key the first time, so you can open the door without losing more time.

You frown a bit because the door doesn’t looks like the others. It’s not made with bars. It’s a pretty huge door made with rough metal and it has only a little window. The light comes from here by the way.

You enter the cell and what you see is shocking you.

Arlong is here, you don’t know if he’s alive, but you hope so... He’s sitting on the ground, looking down. The shark fishman looks very weak. He’s wearing a sort of muzzle or gag around his mouth and his jaw. He has bruises, marks and sores all over his body.

You’re almost about to cry when you’re seeing this. You don’t wait any longer, you let the keys fall down your feets and then run quickly in front of him.

You kneel down to be level with him and cup him face in your hands. You make him face you and when you do, you can see he’s trying to open his eyes.

“- Arlong..? Arlong, can you hear me?”

Slowly, his eyes are looking up to you. But when he sees you, his gaze instantly turns to anger. He starts moving, hurting even more his wrists shackled in blood. You can see he’s trying to get you, probably attack you, but you don’t flinch.

“- Shh.. Shh... Please, I-I’m here to help you... Do not move like that, you’re going to hurt yourself even more!”

But the fishman doesn’t listen to you, he moves more and tries to yell. His screams are restrained by the muzzle.

You frown. Let’s do it.

You ignore his anger and his dissatisfaction. You decide to take this risk. You get up, grab a small tool hidden in your jacket to open handcuff locks and start working on his chains.

Arlong is still trying to yell at you and push you away from him, but without any success.

When the first handcuff is unlock, he tries to get you with his hand, but you dodge him pretty easily.

“- Please calm down... I’m not here to hurt you or bring you to these monsters. Today is your time to leave and go home, Arlong.”

He still looks angry at you. He doesn’t look even normal... His rage in his eyes, he almost looks savage...

After some minutes, the other handcuff falls on the ground. When it does, you hear footsteps behind you :

“- What do you think you’re doing!?

- Sh*t...”

You get up quickly and look at the Celestial Dragon in front of you. The guy grabs a gun and points it in your direction.

“- Get away from this creature! I’m going to call my guards, we’ll take care of you... Are you an ally of this monster!?

- Who I am isn’t important... All you have to know is that I’m here to stop you! What you’re doing isn’t normal! It’s barbarism!

- Enough!”

The Celestial Dragon shot, you tried to hide yourself with your arms. But the bullet never hit your body. It hit the ceiling instead of you. And now, you hear chains, growl of anger and the rich man screaming in fear. You finally decide to look and what you’re seeing is surprising you.

Arlong, on top of the Celestial Dragon with the muzzle off his face. He’s looking at the man with so much anger and pain...

“- N-no, please! Go back to your place, slave! You can’t touch a Celestial Dragon, you monster! Down, right now!”

The pirate didn’t wait any longer, he grabs the Celestial Dragon’s neck and throws him on the wall, knocking him out.

You’re looking at the body on the floor, in shock. But then, your attention turns back to Arlong. His back is facing you. He turns a bit his head in your direction but still doesn’t face you completely.

“- Who are you...?

- U-umh... My- my name is Y/N... I’m... I try to free the slaves when I can...”

The shark is mocking you :

“- Ah..! That’s risky...”

He finally faces you and looks you up and down.

“I could easily break you... But I’ll be kind today... You set me free, after all... Didn’t you..?

- Y-yes...”

He laughs a bit and starts leaving the cell. You then run to catch him and notice that he is limping. You approach him a bit more and puts a hand on his back, making him flinch and recoil away from you.

“- Who do you think you’re touching, pity human!?”

You recoil a bit, to not make him even more uncomfortable and try to reassure him.

“- I’m just... trying to help... You’re injured and you can’t walk by your own anymore for the moment... You look like you can fall at any time..

- I don’t need your help anymore... You did great for a human, now leave! I’ll get my crew...”

You drop your arms along your body, watching Arlong walk away.

“- They’re waiting us outside.”

Arlong turns to face you again with a raised eyebrow and disgust.

“Us?

- I freed them. Kuroobi and Bluefish are protecting the others. We had this agreement before I went to get you..

- So they did a plan with a human like you?

- Yes... to live...”

The pirate captain was about to get more angry, but when you mentionned the living part, he calmed down a bit, thinking of the danger his loved ones are going through.

“- I need to join them... We need to leave.

- Let me help you.”

He stares at you, not sure if he should accept or just laugh at you again. But then he looks at his wounds and sigh.

“- Just this time.”

You approach him and you wrap your arms around him to carry him as best as you can to help. He’s taller than you, but you still manage to make things easier for him.

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When you both come out of the underground prison. You find guards bodies on the ground and the fishermen waiting for you.

Kuroobi approaches you :

“- You’re back!

- What a good feeling to see you alive Captain, chu.”

You look at Chu and smile.

“- I told you I would help, Bluefish.

- You’re still not allowed to call me like that!”

You laugh and Arlong looks at you with a kind of scary face. You stop laughing and look at him. He’s intimidating..

His face relaxes but curiosity still invades his mind.

“- You’re a strange case, human.

- Maybe I am.

- Enough talking now. Let’s not lose time, we need to go. We managed to beat up these guards, but more are surely coming. And Arlong, you need to healing.”

You nod at Kuroobi. Him and Chu approach you both and start caring Arlong. You look at them, starting to leave the prison, and you then follow them.

“- So, where are we going, human?

- I’ve got a ship! I stole it from the Revolutionaries! I’ll bring it back tomorrow.

- You’re a Revolutionary!?

- I am!

- I’m not shocked anymore, now I understand why you attacked the Celestial Dragons, chu.”

You laugh a bit and bring the pirates to your ship.

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#arlong x reader #x reader #gender neutral #gn!reader #one piece #one piece x reader #fishmen #fishmen x reader #fishman #arlong pirates #chu #kuroobi #celestial dragons

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