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[void-of-chill]

[pinejayy]

╰┈➤ OPLA Characters catching their S/O touching herself.

featuring: sanji, zoro, buggy, mihawk, shanks, and arlong

warnings: nsfw!! afab reader!! teasing, masturbation, oral, fingering, curse words, a little degrading.

Sanji

Sanji prepared a nice dinner for the whole crew, and as everyone was eating he noticed that you weren’t at the table and like the gentleman he is he went to go fetch you for dinner.

He walked towards your private cabin and he knocked on the door, waiting for your response and sadly he heard nothing. So he knocked again….and still nothing. So he decided to just open the door “Y/N! My darling, dinner is ready.” He said.

He was shocked when he saw you laying on the bed with your legs spread open and exposing your pussy. You were touching yourself, he stood there watching you.

You were too busy in your own pleasure that you didn’t notice him. You were fingering yourself and moaning softly. As your other hand was playing with your boobs.

As you were pleasing yourself you felt someone’s hands grab yours and you quickly stop and look up seeing your boyfriend. You immediately turned red and cover yourself. “Ah! Sanji!! Why didn’t you knock.” You yell out and close your legs and sitting up, your face was red.

And he chuckled and moved your hands away and opened your legs. Exposing your wetness to him, and he couldn’t help but chuckle. “I did knock, but I guess you were too busy. I wanted to tell you that dinner was ready but I found myself a little snack. You don’t mind if I have a little taste right?”

And before you could reply to him he pinned you to the bed and moved his head towards your pussy. Dragging his tongue into your folds making you moan softly. Your hands quickly found their way to his hair. “Sanji…oh fuck.”

He couldn’t help but feel turn on but he did make dinner after all! So he pulled away “Come on now, let’s go enjoy dinner. You wouldn’t want the rest of the crew to get suspicious right?” He said making you pout and he laughed. “But don’t worry darling, I’ll have you as a dessert later on.”

Zoro

God he was drinking all day so he was out of it, but he did become needy so that’s when he began looking for you around the ship and he had luck finding you. Grumbling to himself he decided to check your room.

As he walked towards your room he was about to just walk in like nothing but something stopped him. He heard small muffed moans coming from your room. And he pressed his ear to the door to hear you clearly.

“Damn someone is having fun without me.” He thought to himself and he couldn’t help but get hard as he heard you behind the door.

You laid on the bed fingering yourself, two fingers. Moaning Zoro’s name under your breath. “Zoro…baby I need you.”

Putting a smirk across his face, he opened the door and walked in. Closing the door behind him and locking it. “My look at what we have here. Someone is having fun with out me.” He teased out.

You quickly gasp out and sit up and blush. Looking away from him. “Oh my god! Why didn’t you knock!” You yell out. He had a smirk across his face and walked towards you and got on the bed and pinned you you down.

“And why didn’t you lock the door?” He chuckled and as he looked at you. “Why didn’t you tell me anything? You know I’ll always put some time for you and your needs.”

You blush and look away, still too embarrassed to talk. So he just leaned in and placed his lips against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth. And his hands slowly started making their way down to your pussy. And he couldn’t help but moan softly as he felt at how wet you are and with a quickly motion he slid a finger inside of you. “I’ll treat you real good tonight, don’t worry princess.”

Buggy

Buggy seemed needy today and he didn’t see you around! He usually wasn’t needy but today felt different. He seemed to look for you everywhere and you weren’t in sight which made him frown. He even asked his crew if they saw you. And they said no which pissed him off. “You guys are useless!”

He stomped his way back to your guy’s shared room, and he opened the door and he was shocked when he saw the slight. You were touching yourself!! You were having fun without him!

While you were too busy with fingering yourself Buggy smirked to himself and got an idea. He detached his arms and they made their way towards you. And he grabbed your hands making you gasp loudly and he pinned your arms above your head.

“My look at this dirty little slut, touching herself without me!” He teased and he walked towards you. “Buggy…I’m sorry!! It’s just tha-“ You began saying but were cut off with his lips smashing against yours.

You two shared a heated kiss, tongue’s fighting for dominance and Buggy growled into the kiss feeling his bottoms get tight. He was getting hard. Pulling away from the kiss, there was a string of saliva “God baby! You’re making me hard.” He laughed out. Standing up and his hands went back to his body.

“Go on touch yourself.” He said, grabbing a near by chair and sat down. “I wanna see.” He said clapping his hands together. “Give Buggy the Clown a show of his own.”

You just look at him and were completely embarrassed now. But you sigh and position yourself so he could get a better view. And you opened up your legs and slowly you began to slide in two fingers inside of your dripping hole.

As you were moaning softly, Buggy smirked and got an idea. “Close your eyes Y/N.” And you being the good girl you are you obeyed his words. Closing your eyes, and feeling something poke your cheek. And he giggled out “Okay you can open them!!” As you open them you saw Buggy’s floating dick in front of your face. “Be a good girl and open your mouth.”

Mihawk

This man has had a long and stressful day and he just wanted to return home with you and have a nice relaxing day. But of course something had to come up. More like him walking into something.

Mihawk didn’t think too much before walking into your guys shared room. But he didn’t expect you to be touching yourself. He watched you as you play with your needy hole and clit while you moan his name out. He couldn’t help but lick his lips. This definitely was unexpected surprise from you.

He smirked to himself, you still haven’t noticed him yet so he coughed loudly. “Oh my! Look at my baby girl.” He cooed softly and walked over to you. You look away, blushing from embarrassment. “Mihawk…”

He began removing his coat and bottoms, and he threw his hat to the side. “Were you having fun hmm?” He got on the bed and began crawling towards you. “Aw is someone needy.”

And you just nodded. “Yeah…you’ve just been super busy lately. And we haven’t gotten any time together..” You say softly, looking away feeling ashamed. You knew he had business to do and he couldn’t always be there to satisfy your needs.

And he immediately felt bad, Mihawk knew he was busy but he didn’t realize how needy you were. “Oh sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me anything?” He frowned. “I don’t know I just didn’t want to be selfish..” You say softly. And he felt even worse now, but he was determined to make you feel good tonight.

A devilish smirk spread across his face. "Then please allow me to make it up to you darling." He whispered and leaned in towards you and placed his lips against your neck. He removed his boxers and his hard cock sprung up. "Please allow me to make you feel good tonight. Please say yes. "

"Oh God...yes please Mihawk." You moan out and he leaned in and shared a deep kiss with you. And slowly he postioned himself between your legs and started to guide his hard cock towards your needy pussy. Sliding in slowly. Both of you moaning, God it's been awhile. "I promise Darling that tonight is going to be special."

Shanks

He was staying over at your place for a few days. And it's been wonderful, you guys have been having a great time. Such as cooking with each, late nights talks and amazing sex.

But at the moment Shanks was passed out in the living room and you were in your room all hot and horny. And since he wasn't up you decided to touch yourself. Not like he's gonna hear you anyways.

You began removing your clothes and laid on the bed and spread your legs and you began playing with your chest and trace your skin softly and slowly your hands made their way to your clit. Rubbing it slowly.

Shanks was sleeping and he woke up sudden. "Huh!? Fuck what time is it?" He asked himself and looked around and you seem no where to be found. Making him pout.

He stood up and yawned, and walked towards your bedroom and before he could open the door he heard you moaning behind the door. He groaned to himself. "Playing with yourself without me huh?"

Shanks opened the door and looked at the glorious slight of you touching yourself. He felt himself getting hard. God the things you do to this man. "Baby! You're having fun without me!" He pouted.

You yelped and sat up. And blush and look away from his eyes. Shanks walked towards you and before you could do anything his head was between your legs. And his tongue was going all out. Moaning into your folds as he ate you out.

You began moaning loudly. "Shanks! Oh God." And he graoned, God this is making him more horny. "You're in for a wild night baby!" He mumbled against your cunt.

Arlong

Despite him hating humans you were quite special to him, he hates the fact that he fell in love with a human. But Arlong will protect you and he’s still pretty rude towards you and loves talking down on you but if anyone else were to say something bad about you he’ll make sure they’re his next meal.

But Arlong was at ‘Arlong Park’ currently his fishmen were throwing a party, there’s loud music and booze everywhere. He was having a good time, but you weren’t by his side which was odd, you were always by his side no matter what.

So he decided to go fetch you so you can join the party, heading his way to your room. When he got to your room he froze, he could smell you. Sniffing the air around, he placed his ear to your door and could hear you moaning.

A smirk spread across his face, and he decided not to knock and just walk in. “Hey Y/N, you busy?” He said, walking in your room. He saw you spread across your bed and with two fingers inside of you and the other hand was playing around with your nipples.

“Oh god!” You yell out and stop as you heard his voice. “Arlong baby!” You whimper out, and pouting. And he smirked and laughed at your reaction.

“Touching yourself? Typical humans and not being able to control their dirty needs.” He snarled but eyed you. He couldn’t help but lick his lips. He looked around and saw a chair in your room and decided to sit on it. He patted his leg “Sit.”

And you quickly followed orders and sit on his lap,gasping slightly and he wrapped an arm around your waist. “Now move.” He demanded.

Moving your hips against his lap and moaning loudly, feeling the fabric of his pants rubbing against your clit gave it the prefect friction. “Such a dirty little human, you’re getting my pants wet.” He spoke and stroked your hair. “I hope you’re ready for the time of your life. We are having our own little party.” 

[daily-one-piece-stim]

55/?

Arlong Park

🐙 🦈 🐬 🎣 🐟 🦈 🐠 🦈 🐟

[writer12]

I know that Arlong is a complete freak and I would break his neck for all the abominations that he did, but I can imagine how his façade of a rude guy breaks down, even if a bit...

...Your boyfriend won another victory with his team a few hours ago. While his teammates were dancing and drinking alcohol, you and Arlong were in the next room, our bedroom. Adrenaline was still raging in his veins and there was no better way to release it than by having sex with you.

That's how you both ended up lying on the bed. You were completely naked and had your legs resting on the man's shoulders while his head was between your thighs. Oral sex was a problem for both of you at the beginning of the relationship because of Arlong's nose, but after a while you both were able to find a compromise. Your boyfriend placed his head in a completely horizontal position so that he could watch your expression and his nose rested on your stomach, but did not cause you pain. You let out another moan of pleasure, which made Arlong smirk and gently graze your clit lightly with his sharp teeth, causing another loud moan.

"Be quieter. You don't want everyone to see how their cruel captain devours that juicy pussy, right honey?" He said and the vibrations from his voice made you scream in pleasure and he grinned. " Well, okay, you asked for it, doll…~"

(So…I had an art block and problems with my studies, sorry! But now I have more free time and I will start writing more fanfics! So feel free to make requests!)

[lulu-bin]

do you have any headcanons for Arlong with a fem human s/o? Both sfw and nsfw or either one is fine.

Being Arlong's Human Partner

GN!Reader

Contents: rape, gang rape, humiliation, degredation, physical abuse, branding

Arlong does not like humans. He loaths them. He's a fishman, he's superior in every way.

In his mind, all humans are good for us menial labor and sex.

He'll parade you around like a prized pet, and he's trained you well.

He's going to fuck you bloody every chance he gets and allow his crew to do the same.

Arlong will sit back on his throne and watch his crew abuse every hole, beat you, fill and cover you with their cum and do all kinds of other heinous things to your body.

He then expects you to get on your knees for him and suck off both his cocks and say thank you for allowing you to be his pet.

He loves watching you bleed and gets excited when your ass or pussy tears as you try to take his or a crew members cock.

Arlong has all kinds of degrading names he calls you, and finds ways to completely humiliate you in public and in private.

He'll beat you a lot, but leaves your face alone, saying "It's the only pretty thing about you."

Absolutely brands you with a hot iron. A tattoo is too humanizing, and he wants you marked like cattle.

[5ummit]

I'm here to remind you of your place in the food chain. You pull a job in my seas, you gotta pay tribute.

[wesleysniperking]

I'm really looking forward to the backstory spotlight of the Red-Hair Pirates! (if we get one that is).

Given the revelations about Shanks, it’s mind-boggling to see how he inspired such deep loyalty in renowned figures like Benn, Roux, and Yasopp. I really want to explore how each of them earned their notoriety. Although people often hesitate to draw parallels between the Red-Haired Pirates and the Straw Hat crew, I believe it’s important to emphasize how much Zoro, Sanji, and Usopp differ from and resemble Shanks’ commanding officers.

I admit I might be a bit biased, especially regarding Yasopp and Usopp, but if the Red-Haired Pirates receive more focus, fans will surely go crazy over what they've overlooked. I would love to see Shanks, Benn, Roux, and Yasopp have a moment reminiscent of Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, and Usopp’s “walk to Arlong Park,” presented through flashbacks of their origin stories.

Usopp fan club

[kenslilove]

᯽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‼️

[angelsinthejungle]

“get out of here Nami”

“but Luffy”

“…i got this”

[wood-white-writer]

“Didn’t mean to make your heart Blue” || [4.5/...]

- OPLA! Buggy x F!Reader

Pairing: Buggy the Clown (Live action) x F!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Summary: In which Buggy discovers that he’s in over his head while making a deal with Arlong the Saw.

Warnings: LA! One Piece, Canon typical violence, slight canon divergence, Arlong is his own warning

A/N: Unfortunately, part 6 of "DMTMYHB" is a little delayed and won't be out until at least next week. However, I began working on this initially out of boredom, so at least you can read about Buggy's POV after the events of chapter 4 and before the events of chapter 5.

Life sure is a shitshow sometimes, Buggy thinks to himself while spitting out a few grains of sand. For fish people, there’s a certain irony with pulling over a bag propped with sand over his head.

Then again, it could’ve been considerably worse.

They could have decided to water board him, or maybe take a decent chunk off his nose. It’s not too outlandish to assume that these kinds of people prefer the taste of human flesh, and although he considers himself fairly experimental man on occasion, that one is not on his kink list.

He might be big-headed sometimes, he’s man enough to admit as much, but even Buggy knows better than to underestimate the fish people. He’s had his fair share of encounters with them before, and needless to say, mixing a Devil Fruit eater with people who primarily live and breathe in the sea is a bad combination.

A very, very bad combination, especially if you throw Arlong the Saw into the mixture. Buggy’s not a recluse; he’s heard of his reputation as the self-proclaimed ruler of the East Blue. Ask just about anyone who he is, and they’ll whisper his name while pissing their pants like school children.

A misanthrope with a less than discreet disdain for all things human, and a face only a mother could hope to love, the guy does not fuck around with what he considers his, which approximately covers all of the East Blue. And the people in it are merely collateral.

If anything’s a testament, it’s his bounty. Twenty million berries for his head, doesn’t matter if it’s attached to his body or not. The highest bounty on this piece of the ocean.

Well, second highest. The top spot belongs to you, but that’s a thought Buggy has tried desperately to bury in the sand for the past few days. He doesn’t need to think about you, least of all now.

He has bigger fish to deal with, and it blows.

It’s his fucking luck that this is happening specifically to him.

No, it wasn’t enough that he got his ass handed to him by a bunch of scrawny nobodies.

It didn’t suffice that he had to watch you turn your back to him twice in a lifetime.

He’s managed to evade the saw-nosed fucker’s eye up until this point, and so, of course Fate would deal him this final one.

Just as the cherry on top of the shitty sundae that is his life.

So, to conceal or own terrified state when faced with the darkened stage room, Buggy decides to do what Buggy does best:

Fake it ‘til he makes it.

And he sure as fuck hope he does.

“Is this the best way to ask for an autograph?” His echo bounces like a ball through the darkened room. “I mean sheesh! Fans have gotten so toxic!”

The eerie silence is his only companion now, and he finds that he can’t stand it. Not even the two fishy folks standing guard at his side offers him more than rolled eyes. Rude.

This place — his stage — which once served as his sanctuary, might soon become his tomb. If Arlong lives up to his rep, he’ll ask the clown to dig his own hole before chomping on his jugular.

Curtains for him and all fucking that.

“Alright, what do you want?! Tickets to the show? I can get you house seats, they’re pricey!”

A loud thud emerges from the shadows behind him, and a cold breeze brushes against the the exposed skin on his face.

“Oh, I am no fan of yours.”

He knows a beast when he hears one, even better when he sees them. He spent the good portion of his youth alongside one, and witnessed first-hand just how they could be. Beasts are strong, and brutal, and precise. They can tear you apart if they deem it necessary because it’s in their nature, but that’s all it is. Nature.

However, Buggy’s also come to discover that beasts have also the capacity for kindness and love. A beast is someone he can fall in love with.

This thing that emerges from the dark at his side, on the other hand, is no mere beast.

Hell, he can’t even qualify it as such. This creature at his side, one he doesn’t dare to face at first until he notices it’s gradual approach, is a monster.

Ain’t no way in the blue hell he’ll ever consider tapping that the way he would with a beast.

“I run things here in the East Blue,” the fish-man speaks, voice grating Buggy ears as he circles the clown. “I’m here to remind of you of your place in the food chain. You pull a job in my seas, you gotta pay tribute.”

Despite the fact that he’s nervous as shit, there’s a certain taunt crystallising in Buggy’s brain that he’s subconsciously urged to free against his better judgement.

Arlong’s place is second in this so-called food chain. Yours is the first, and if it wasn’t for the fact that voicing this would guarantee his premature death, Buggy would’ve reminded the fishy shithead of this.

Despite whatever grievances you two share, Buggy knows that he won’t mind not being at the top as long as it means it’s not under Shark-boy’s hierarchy.

The East Blue is, per Arlong’s definition, yours, whether you know it or not, and he’d much rather comply with that.

But Buggy keeps his act going. “But Arlong, baby, you don’t gotta worry about me. I’m small potatoes. Pirating’s more of a side gig.”

As much as he tries, and he does try, Buggy knows his words can’t keep the shark’s teeth at bay for much longer. Arlong is not a patient type, and it just about snaps when he reaches for his throat and prepares to chomp.

Buggy doesn’t intend to die now. He can’t. He’s got unfinished business to attend to.

“Wait, wait, wait, wait!”

Maybe fate is actually on his side for fucking once, because the fish man actually does wait.

He has a shot.

“You know who’s out there really disrespecting you? It’s that little Rubber-Prick in the straw hat, goes by the name of Luffy.”

It doesn’t work, because it seems Arlong is more of a recluse than him. Has never heard the boys name. So, he tries a different approach before the teeth settle in again.

“He— He’s not alone.” Fuck, he’s losing air, and he kinda needs that to get the primary point into Arlong's thick, scaly head. A point that he’ll be sure to catch the asshole’s attention. “Cross-Hairs is with him!”

Arlong halts, and his lips don a sneer.

Another thing Buggy has discovered in all of this is that Arlong is an inherently proud guy, and believes himself superior to others not only because of his fishy nature, but due to the fact that he has among the largest bounties on this piece of the map.

Yours is the only obstacle keeping him from completely claiming that title.

“The Captain of the Cross-Haired Pirates has been absent for the past decade.” Arlong lets up on the pressure around his neck, enough to let Buggy grasp a few fistfuls of air, but his feet still dangle above the ground.

“Y-Yeah—,” Buggy heaves. “But her— b-bounty hasn’t changed, has it? And the kid, he just knocked over a marine’s base in Shells Town, then he stole a map of the Grand Line and now he’s talking shit about finding the One Piece.”

This seems to be enough reason for Arlong to finally drop him, and Buggy struggles to retrieve all the air he’s lost.

“The One Piece, an excuse for humans to spread their filth across the seas.” Arlong is less than impressed, but what he says next opens a door. “Why should I concern myself with the ambitions of a mere human boy?”

“Because that map is useful,” Buggy regains some semblance of balance on his knees. “The kid is not, but I have unfinished business with him. What’s more, if Cross-Hairs is with him, then that’s your chance to get the highest bounty in all of the East Blue. Think about it! You’ll be at the top of the list if she’s out of the way.”

Arlong doesn’t like the implication laced in Buggy’s words, the possibility that he’s in any way lesser than a human. “I am already at the top of the list, clown. The Cross-Haired Pirates are disbanded, and humans tend to age so quickly compared to fish men. I’m sure she’s grown old and weary in the last couple of years, hardly worth my time.”

Buggy wants to smile. Smile as he thinks about just how fucking wrong this guy can be. The years have not drained you, nor weakened you, nor made you any less hot if he does say so himself.

Oh, if anyone can wipe the floor with Arlong, it’s you. That’s why he’s not afraid of revealing your current whereabouts, because he already knows fishy over there will get his ass whopped big time.

“How about this: you let me live, and I’ll help you find Luffy and Cross-Hairs. Two birds with one stone, so to speak.”

Two birds, one stone, and one fish filet, to be more specific.

Arlong grabs him by the neck. “And how do you plan to do that?”

“I've got eyes and ears everywhere.”

The fish takes the bait, and Buggy can't help but laugh.

Laugh, not because Arlong agrees to his plan, but because the guy is going to be struck by lightning so fucking hard that in the end, there'll be nothing left of him save for that ugly-ass tool he calls a nose.

The moron has deliberately put himself up for slaughter, and personally, Buggy can’t wait to watch the show unfold.

The stage is yours.

He’ll watch from the front rows and give you an upstanding applause once the curtains falls.

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[ghostsofharrenhal]

had to gif arlong's little dance:

[sir--crow]

my mom (cool and supportive, doesn't really know one piece) and I (insane frothing at the mouth one piece fan) watched one piece live action all day yesterday.

and I'd like to report 3 things

1.) she LOVES one piece and can't stop talking about "the cool talking snails"

2.) one of her favorites is the one and only BUGGY THE CLOWN

3.) ...she thought arlong WAS HOT. IM LIKE MOM??? (we came to the agreement that it was his voice)

the ultimate takeaway is that she's obsessed with buggy. he's her phone wallpaper. I CANT--

[daily-one-piece-stim]

37/?

Arlong (OPLA) for Anon!

🦈 🪚 🦈 🪚 🍹 🦈 🪚 🦈 🪚

[aescela]

Compilation of Arlong almost biting people, dedicated to all the 3,5 fishmen-loving folks out there who are actually into this. Eat up.

I kinda hoped he would actually bite someone ngl Arlong looks so 🥵 when he leans in with those teeth...

[zevanspiece]

Buggy was so real for that

[mmkin]

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.