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Get You Some Arlong - new chapter up!

Pure fun and smutty chapter. Very NSFW. Arlong has sex in his chair... yes, THAT chair. (Link and snippets as well as a few more fave screenshots under the cut) Reblogs, feedback, and shares are always appreciated! Oh Arlong, you magnificent bastard...

Arlong is in his chair, and as soon as he sees you, a smile spreads across his lips. You can not help but smile back as you approach the dais. The chair is simple, a lounge chair made of wood and painted white. You would see pool chairs and lawn furniture of similar design around the world, though the difference is that Arlong’s chair is much sturdier, designed to bear the weight of an almost 9-foot tall sharkman.

There's nothing fancy about it. No gold leaf, shiny jewels, or even ornamental carvings to grace the white paint. Yet after your time here, you know that chair is Arlong's throne. Everyone here does. No other fishman would be stupid enough to try to sit on the throne of the leader of the Arlong Empire.

He beckons to you before patting his left thigh, and you quickly comply. He positions you so that you are now straddling that thigh, facing him as he shifts himself so there’s room for both of your knees.

“I want you to do something for me, Y/n,” he purrs. You smile as you place your hands on his chest, sliding them along his neck and solar plexus. He sighs in approval before one of his hands slides to your ass, cupping it and using it to keep you anchored to him. His other hand travels to your chest, and even though you are wearing a binding, he can still feel how hard your nipples are if he applies enough pressure to the area. And he does, massaging his thumb across one nipple, feeling it push stubbornly against the binding.

“This gets you all hot and bothered, hmm?” he asks, continuing to rub the nipple while massaging and rubbing your ass. Like he even needs to ask…

“Yes," you breathe, knowing that when he asks questions like that, he wants verbal confirmation. It excites him to hear you beg and plead, to acknowledge that you are his, that you need his touch and attention. "How could it not? You feel how I ache for you.” You arch your back, pressing your breast into his hand.

He chuckles at that, and his thumb moves to the other nipple, ensuring that both of your tits get attention. “I can tell you’re getting hot… be careful that you do not burn a hole in my shorts,” he adds with a lewd chortle. You have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at that. Arlong might be a mighty fishman, but he is still a man with a dirty mind.

“Maybe you need to take off your shorts, then,” you cheekily reply, running your nails along his abs.

“I am the Captain here, and I give the orders,” he scolds, but his ministrations continue, and you shift on his leg, pressing down with your pelvis to try to abate a bit of the pressure that his attentions have caused to build in you. “I think it’s your shorts that need to come off…”

You scramble to follow his directive – not easy in your current position, but when there’s a will, there’s a way – and his hand leaves your breasts to rub your groin through your underwear, causing you to arch against him, and he continues teasing you like this for a couple of minutes, sometimes pulling his hand back a centimeter or two, forcing you to chase after him with your hips. He hooks a finger against the fabric that covers your privates, tugging it to the side, and your aching pussy awaits the expert fingers that know how to manipulate it.

“Ride me," he says. For a moment, you wonder what he means as he's still fully clothed, and then you blush when you realize what he means. You blink and stare up at him. He grins and nods, keeping you in his lap while squeezing your ass, his other hand stroking his chin as he looks at you. Your hands go to his forearms, resting on them gently.

Your clit is aching, and Arlong has to know you're going to leave a wet spot on his shorts. He obviously doesn't care, so you start swaying your hips, complying with his desire. You bite your lower lip, feeling the dark canvas fabric against the most sensitive part of your anatomy, and Arlong watches you, a faint smile of self-satisfaction on his lips as he enjoys the show and your flesh at once. The hand that had been at his chin traveled to your side, reaching under your shirt to caress your back and waist.

“Arlong…” you breathe. “Please…” Your hips continue swaying as you seek to relieve the heat that only this sharkman could rouse in you.

“Such a good little slut,” he rumbles. He leans his head, angling his face so that he can capture your lips with his own, and you feel the scrape of his sharp teeth for a moment before his tongue forces his way into your mouth. There is a faint note of rum, along with the slight coppery taste of blood. He never told you to stop riding him so all you can do is be his slut, silently cursing him for being so damn sexy that you’re willing to literally hump his leg.

His forearms flex under your hands as he continues to molest you, and his lips move to the side of your neck, giving you several nips. You tremble as you feel the scrape of his teeth against the junction of your neck and shoulder as he tugs down the collar of your shirt. A soft whine escapes your throat as you continue working yourself. With your clit so sensitive, the roughness of the fabric almost feels too much. But you need to cum so badly, so you keep grinding against him, barely conscious of him tugging your shirt further open after undoing the string that laces the upper front closed.

You feel his sawnose a couple of times making indentations against your skin as he nips fiercely along your shoulder. You grind as hard as you can, but you seem to be unable to quite get there.

“You want to cum very much, don’t you?” you hear him growl, breath hot on your shoulder.

“Yes. Oh yes, Arlong. Please…”

The hand that had been touching the upper half of your body mercifully moved downward, and you lifted your hips so he could slide his fingers under you. With expertise, he slides in two fingers before massaging your clit with his thumb, and you gasp and whine, putting your hands on his shoulders, the collar of his shirt gathering under your curled fingers.

“Sometimes it amazes me how hot you get for me…” He trails back up your neck, his tongue swiping against the areas where his teeth scraped you. “To see you writhe around under my touch. To hear you begging for me… tell me, can any other man ever please you this well?”

“Never, Arlong,” you reply firmly. You raise yourself a few inches higher to give his hand more maneuverability “No other man could ever compare to you.”

A pleased rumble makes its way out of his mouth, feeling almost like a growl as he still has lips on your skin. His other hand is still on your ass, preventing you from pulling back as your hips buckle against his hand, your breath hitching as you finally sense your approaching orgasm. You muffle your cry by biting his neck. You do not have the sharp teeth Arlong has, but you make your point.

He continues rubbing you for a bit, drawing out small tremors of pleasure, before nipping you at your jaw just below your ear. He pushes your ass with his hand so that your front is now flush against his own, withdrawing the hand that had been working you. There is just enough space between your upper bodies that you can look at one another’s faces without worrying about his nose. Amidst the glow of pleasure, you feel small twinges of pain on your neck and shoulder, but that is quickly forgotten as he brings up his hand into view, fingers slick with your juices.

“I bet my little cock-hungry woman is not satisfied with simply being fingered, hmm?” he asks with a knowing leer as he brings his fingers to his lips, his tongue darting out to taste of you.

“You are very skilled with your fingers,” you assure him as you watch him administer to his thumb. “But nothing fills me up quite like your cock, and you know it!”

“I know it,” he replies before he maneuvers you so that your back is to his chest, and he brings his knees close together so that you can straddle him in a reverse cowgirl position. His hand shifts under you, and you hear the rustle of cloth as he frees his members. Immediately, the upper cock prods at you, and finds easy purchase past your slick folds. The second one is in front of you, its upper side rubbing against the front of your snatch as you sink to Arlong’s groin. You sink down with a sigh of satisfaction and reach down with your hand to ensure that his second cock is not left out of the fun.

In front of you is the vantage Arlong sees when he is perched on his throne. His hands are on your hips, and you feel his cocks twitch inside and against you as you squirm to get fully seated.

(just imagine the arm is yours and Arlong is grabbing you for some sexytimes!)

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Zutara Fanfics That I Want to Be Buried With

Red and Blue: A Different Beginning by SCWLC Rated: T Silly, fluffy, has awkward turtleduck/hopeless romantic Zuzu, and totally disregards canon. My ideal ZK fic!

The Way It Was Meant To Be by Lady of Romance Rated: M Finale rewrite, totally lives up to its name. *chef's kiss*

Confessions Caused By Cactus Juice by Written Parody Rated: K+ Zuko on cactus juice is comedy gold and the fluff is perfection. And, of course, screw canon.

The Dragon and the Siren by StrawberryCatBeans Rated: M One of my all time favorite myths with perfect smut and heartwarming tenderness? Uh, yes please.

I Hate Everything About You by FireNutZuko Rated: T Action, romance, and comedy. Yes yes yes yes.

To Hades and Back by KarateLover Rated: T Another Hades/Persephone retelling, but this one is a romantic comedy lol

Secret Rose by Mz.zutara4sho Rated: K Zutara puppy love *sobs*

Hell's Rain by Kaline Reine Rated: M There is one incident of almost r*pe, that part I avoid. Other than, it's sweet and loving and feels way more canon than actual canon

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GET YOU SOME FUCKING ARLONG

I finally fucking did it, I finished the first part of my Arlong x reader fic. AWWWW YISSS BABY. IT'S READY TO BE SERVED.

@patchiefrog @angeli-fucking-cat @aleracrovn

Content warnings - this story will have explicit smut scenes between Arlong and the reader including oral, penetration, fingering, etc. Planned to be 3 parts/chapters but that might change if there's a demand for more.

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I know El Hoyo/the Platform is a pretty niche fandom, but I enjoy the movies and was excited to see Trimagasi in the second movie. So I thought I'd do some El Hoyo fanart.

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Shark Bait Part 2 (Arlong x Reader)

Part 2 of my Shark Bait story is now up for those following it. It is available to read on my AO3 here but the chapter is also available under the cut here in this post.

Warnings - this chapter (and story overall) are absolutely NSFW/18+ and contains dubcon and noncon, you have been warned thusly.

Shark Bait part 2

Your father never knew of your existence and has been dead for years. You grew up among humans and had every reason to believe your life might continue on this way out on a quiet little island in the East Blue. Yet you are haunted by the past of the fishman who sired you, and it is this past that sends your future veering far from any course you'd ever imagined for it.

You’d given the islanders little reason to worry about you or dislike you beyond circumstances you couldn’t control. You’d gotten in a bit of mischief as a child but after a couple of stern talking-tos, you’d kept to yourself, either by reading whatever books were there in the village or going diving if you weren’t doing chores. But with Arlong’s arrival, there is a divide between you and the people you grew up around, and it’s a barrier that you seem unable to overcome as you see fear in the villagers’ eyes as Arlong and his men spread out.

You’ve been told to keep quiet while the fishmen do their work, but you are unable to restrain yourself as one of your neighbors is thrown to the ground. A couple of fishmen pull you back roughly and shush your cries of protest. Arlong chortles at your distress, and in front of the villagers, including your mother, he reminds you that you are now part of his crew, so what concern do you have over a tribute?

And that divide between you and people you've known your whole life simply grows, through no choice or action of your own. You watch that chasm widen bit by bit, feeling tears burn behind your eyes as you witness people scrape together what they have of their savings, handing over their precious little nest eggs to Arlong and his crew. His crew, that’s what you tell yourself. Not your crew.

You keep that to yourself as Arlong turns to your mother for tribute. You don’t think she has it, because of the medicine she’d needed. Your fears are confirmed as she looks at you for a moment before lowering her head, and you throw yourself at Arlong’s feet, pleading for your mother. You’ll pay for her, you beg as you look up into the cool blue eyes of the fishman who claims you as his own. He reaches out, and his hand goes to the collar of your shirt, gathering some fabric into his fist as he drags you to your feet, and you shudder as you look at that wicked, horrible maw.

“For my father,” you whisper, seeing the opportunity to use his name as currency after it’s been used against you. “My mother helped him to escape. Doesn’t she deserve something for that? Wasn’t my father a good crewmate?”

A thoughtful scowl crosses his face before he drops you to the grass. “If you can pay her tribute, so be it,” he says dismissively. The fishmen continue their work, and you look over your shoulder at your mother. You wonder what would have happened if your father was still alive. You hope he’s not the kind of person who would have let Arlong treat his former lover and mother of his child the way he did.

What will be asked of you, as part of Arlong's crew? If he's the type of person to terrorize innocent humans like this and threaten their lives over money… look at all these fishmen, doing his bidding, shaking down people considerably weaker than them and laughing about it…

Even with the bit of money you’ve saved for yourself, you don’t have the tribute money. You hear a frightened scream from several houses down, punctuated by a sudden silence before someone starts wailing. Your hands shake as you count the money again. There is less than half of the required amount. Is the Saw going to murder your mother in front of you, just like he did to your unfortunate neighbor and their family?

You flinch as Arlong slams the door open, his massive frame filling the portal. He sees the money in your hand and grins. Your frown answers his unspoken question.

“So, you once knew (your father's name)," Arlong speaks. It takes a moment for you to realize he's speaking to your mother. She can only nod, hovering next to you protectively, the two of you huddled in the corner near the small iron stove, staring warily at this man who has come to terrorize your village and now stands in your house like he owns it.

“Seems like he got on well enough with you,” Arlong sneers. She does not blink.

“He was a man far more worthy of respect than the people who captured, sold, or owned us," she retorts. He raises his eyebrow in… surprise? Curiosity? As long as he's not fixing to kill your mother, at least. You've had enough trauma for a day.

“Shame he never knew he had a child. But what’s done is done.” His gaze moves from her to you. You brace yourself for his judgment.

“You don't want to be on my crew, do you?" he asks with a chuckle, looking weirdly handsome smiling like that. It's not so much a question as it is an observation, and you stare back at him with a deadpan expression. You might remind him that he fished you out of the sea and told you what he was going to do with you like he owned you. But then, the safety of the villagers and your mother hangs in the balance. No, you don't want to be on any pirate crew, but it appears that's the career you're going to embark upon as you enter adulthood.

Fuck, really?

“We can do this the easy or the hard way, then,” Arlong says. He looks to your mother. “One of the duties of a parent is to send off their child into the world when they’re old enough.” His attention returns to you, and you know he’s remembering the sight of you in your underwear earlier that day. That asshole. He smirks as if reading your thoughts, and looks back at your mother. “So, send your daughter off. Wish her luck, kiss her cheek, tell her to be a good girl for me, and all that. That can be your tribute… as long as your daughter listens to you and is a good girl, hmm?”

Your mother looks at you, and you can see the fierce internal battle in her eyes. She did not like going into the details of her past, but you know there had been plenty of unhappiness, and she’d told you just enough to make you appreciate how nice a quiet island life was. Now someone was here to take away her only child, and she was being asked to practically hand you over.

“The hard way… well…” he regards your mother with a predatory grin. There is no mistaking what this man is capable of.

Even though it pains you both, your mother does as he instructs, and you almost feel like fainting… again. How many attacks are you going to have today?

“Are you going to be a good girl like your mother?" you hear Arlong ask. You lean against the table, trying to not collapse. Your mother recognizes this and is at your side as you try to not cry. You know the correct answer, and that you must say it, but oh gods, you don't want to. You want to kick Arlong, to spit in his face, to tell him to get off your island and never come back ever again!!!

All you can do is swallow and nod.

You make your way through the village behind Arlong, stone-faced. You know your mother is standing in the doorway, watching you leave. You feel the eyes of other villagers on you, peering from behind curtains or cracked-open doors. Your mouth is dry and your stare is blank, using the sight of Arlong's back and dorsal fin as a guide while you shuffle up the ramp onto his ship. Fishmen file around you as you stand there on the deck, staring back at the island, clutching a canvas bag that has your clothes and a few worldly possessions in it.

Bon voyage, Y/n! Your future is in Arlong’s hands.

His tribute from the island in firm possession, Arlong turns his attention to you. You've flirted with a few boys and your mother had a serious discussion about the birds and bees with you, but as far as experience goes, you're untried. Arlong tells you that's a good thing because a human male could never compare to a fishman.

His gaze is hungry as he strips you of your clothing, tearing some of it in the process and ignoring your protests. He marks you with a couple of bites sharp enough to draw blood, ensuring that you will not forget this night. He holds you down with one hand as he teases and probes you with his thick fingers, stretching out both of your holes as you gasp and squirm under his touch, feeling your body grow hot under its own volition as you try to shut him out while he hisses lewd obscenities at you including comments about how hot and wet you are, or how he can’t wait to have you, or how tasty you look wiggling around.

When he pulls down his shorts, you have to admit that you’re grateful he used his fingers to prepare you, because not only is he thick, he has two of them.

Two. How is that even fucking possible? He grins devilishly at your surprise. You do not have much time to process that though, because he quickly shoves himself inside of you, filling you up in a way you did not think possible.

Was there pain? Of course, how could there not be, with your tight, virgin holes so brutally invaded by thick, hard, hot flesh? But as he poured his lust into you, the pain started to give away, and the friction caused by him slamming into you soon enough had moans escaping your throat. In your brief time with Arlong, you'd heard him prattle on about the physical superiority of fishmen, and his fierceness makes you grateful for your fishman's blood because you're almost certain he might rip you in half if you were entirely human. At least that's what it feels like at times, when he picks up his rhythm, his eyes glazed with lust, baring his teeth at you animalistically as your poor body takes the abuse that his cocks and hands heap upon your frame.

One – or two – orgasms are not enough for him, and you find him taking you multiple times through the night so that by morning you're a sore, bruised, leaking mess. You collapse on the floor when you climb out of bed, and he chortles at that.

“Is my little clownfish sore?" he says as he stands over you. He's already tall enough, but when you're on your knees, you may as well be looking up at a giant.

“My name is Y/n,” you say coldly, your soreness and trembling limbs doing nothing to sweeten your mood.

He clicks his tongue and pulls you onto the bed, roughly pulling your knees apart. You let out a pained whine, your thighs sore from how often – and how long – they’d been forced apart through the night.

“You’ll get used to it,” he assures you. “But you were a good girl, so you may rest for the morning.” However, he does not quite let off. He applies pressure to your knees, stretching you a bit further. You can not free your legs from the inexorable grip of his large hands. You manage a pleading whimper, shaking your head. He gives you a devilish smile before letting go, and with a low moan, you press your knees together, curling up into a ball as he dresses and leaves the room.

Just the morning before, you were a carefree young woman going out for a dive after having done chores, enjoying the fair weather of the sky as she went about her work, thinking about the delicious supper her mother would have waiting for her. The sea welcomed you like an old friend, and you were drifting along happily… until that bastard showed up. You’ve been bitten, poked at by his sawnose, grabbed and manhandled, and fucked a good handful of times, leaving a mess of semen tinged with blood leaking out of you.

You lay there for a few minutes, orienting yourself before dragging yourself to the water closet. You have to lean against the wall as you make your way across the room, and it takes a herculean amount of effort to attend to yourself before you drag yourself back to Arlong’s bed, plopping down and pulling the blanket over your head, hoping that you’ll wake up in your own bed and this whole shitshow was just some crazy nightmare.

You stir awake to see an octopus fishman with spiky hair hovering over you and let out a small yelp of fright. He jumps back and apologizes, gesturing to the tray of food and water he had brought up for you, now on a stool next to the bed. You remember seeing him the day before, as part of the crowd that surrounded you and then again in the village. You'd been given a bunch of names and still have a hard time connecting them with the new faces. Except for Arlong, of course. You will never forget that name or that face. Or anything else about him, for that matter.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to be sure you were okay. You seemed pretty out of it,” he explains. “Arlong wants you to eat. Says you need to keep up your strength.”

You stare at him for a moment, absorbing his words. "Fine," you mumble. He leaves. The food is pretty decent, and you're glad for the water. You're still sore as fuck, and wonder if you can ask Hatchan for some drugs or alcohol to numb the pain. Arlong said you'd get used to it, but between how sore you are and how fierce he was, you're not sure if that's possible.

After you get your rest, you’re fed lunch before being taken on a tour of the ship by Hatchan. He seems nice enough and you figure that if you’re going to be stuck in a pirate crew, you might as well be nice to whoever gives you a helping hand and maybe, just maybe, make a friend or two.

You observe and learn what you can, knowing it’s no use to pout or act like a whiny brat or throw a fit – though it’s sorely tempting to do one or all three. Walking around does help a bit with the soreness that pervades much of your body, but Arlong is hungry for you again that night.

A good captain provides for his crew, Arlong says, and you can’t say he doesn’t do the same for you. You are fed the same as your fellow crewmates, kept warm in Arlong’s bed, and the work you do around the ship – some cooking, some cleaning, a bit of maintenance – is no worse than what you had done back home There’s time for leisure, which include drinking, swimming, or gambling among other things. This routine is followed for a bit, and Arlong was right, you did get used to it.

He started mixing things up. He introduced you to the fine art of fellatio, which is not easy when your captain has two well-endowed cocks that can spurt out quite a bit of cum if he’s in an especially pent-up state. He enjoys teasing you, fingering you – sometimes it’s just one hole, other times it’s both – and having you squirm around. If he’s not in the mood for double penetration, that means your pussy gets twice the pounding, or you end up with a fair amount of cum splattered on your body because he still has two cocks regardless of how many holes of yours he decides to use. He marks up your body in visible places with his teeth and nose, leaving you blushing under the knowing and amused glances of your crew mates.

He does not limit his lust to the nighttime. Sometimes he will pull you away in the middle of the day so he can fuck you, regardless of whether you have a chore or not. And if you do have a chore, the crew member it gets shoved onto has no room to complain about it because who's going to object to the mighty Arlong himself?

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THE BIRTH OF ARLONG!!! (Please forgive me, Sandro Botticelli...)

Continuing my 'OP in Renaissance masterworks' with this... lmao. This was done in about 25 min at work. (such a wonderful use of my breaks, right?)

Kuroobi looks kinda embarrassed, but that wasn't my intent. I replaced various items in the painting with things that belonged at Arlong Park (Berry instead of flowers, a palm tree instead of whatever the fuck tree that is, etc...)

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does the world need more hades and persephone?

So my muse has been bugging me a while. Last year I watched the Hercules cartoon series (Disney) and it was a lot of fun. I enjoyed the movie as a kid and after watching the cartoon, re-watched the movie and man oh man was that fun. But now I have a story idea in my head of a fun Hades and Persephone story with the Disney versions of these characters (Persephone briefly appears in the Hercules movie near the end) Hades needs the love - on the show and in the movie he's treated by crap and it's no wonder he's so resentful of the other gods. I think a story that gives Disney's Hades his bride would make for a really fun story. Anyone interested?

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ZUTARA 4 LYF

Zutara because... Zutara. I mean really, do I really need a reason to draw Zutara?

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why yes, arlong...

Arlong and his Squid from my Arlong x Reader 'Get You Some Arlong' fic. I'm still working on Squid's "final" look, I keep messing around with her hair but this is the best style I like so far. And no, the goldfish on her shirt isn't a reference to Otohime, it just meant I was hungry for goldfish crackers. Nom nom.

I always imagined Squid to have mottling on her skin like I see some aquatic creatures, like on the outside of her arms along her back and tentacles.

Colored/uncolored included for comparison and fun. I did this on Paint because I don't have Photoshop or anything fancy but I had fun all the same.

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Yes, I graduated to nice, unlined paper. After doing a good handful of these doodles on legal pads, I felt it was time for an upgrade as I have more confidence in my abilities. So here's some doodles on white printer paper. Who knows what I might do next, add color? Gasp. One step at a time, haha. Anyway, here's Arlong demanding smex while he's in... a robe, I guess. Any takers?

Next is Valmont and Tso Lan. I drew them separately, Valmont first but when I saw I had a good amount of space left I decided to add my favorite Demon. Then I looked at the sad look on Valmont's face (I was looking for something pensive/thoughtful) and that comment from Tso Lan popped in my head (there's a reason why the Moon Demon is so sexy...) Ahem. I'd take both of them myself because as Lady Gaga says, there's more leeway in a 3way.

... yes, I'm being a quite naughty girl this morning, aren't I.

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Been a fan of Megaman since I was a kid, even more so after reading the Mega/Gigamix mangas. So here's some of my favorite Robot Masters!

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Shark Bait ch 3 (Arlong x Reader)

Shark Bait fans will delight to know the next chapter is up. AO3 link is here, also under the cut in this post. All past warnings apply - NSFW, 18+, rape/noncon, dubcon, trigger warnings ahoy.

III

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The crew visits a few other villages that have been in Arlong's control for a while, and you see how defeated or stoic the people look as they hand over their tribute. This time you do nothing to try to intervene for anybody, and all you can do is simply keep your eyes averted while the Lord of the East Blue extracts Berries from the inferior beings that he sneers at. At times like these, you wonder if you could swim away and make your way to your island and take your mother elsewhere. She's no stranger to a fresh start, after all.

And that's what you try to do one night after Arlong falls asleep after a particularly rough session. Your nether region feels like it's on fire and there are several new marks on your body from his teeth and sawnose.

During your chores on the ship, you’d managed to pick up something here and there about ship maintenance and operation, but you also gleaned a bit of navigation and seen the maps on Arlong’s walls, and figured that you could just aim yourself in the general direction of your island and be on your way.

Oh, how wrong you were. You might be a better swimmer than any human, but you're still only half fishman. Arlong goes after you, and because you're freshly marked, it makes it much easier for him to track you down. He calls you a clownfish in a far angrier tone than you'd ever heard him utter in your direction. You are dragged back to the ship, shivering and crying as you feel wracked with guilt, wondering if you just signed your mother's death warrant or your own. His angry roars fill the air as he drags you across the deck to his cabin.

You tremble in the corner of his bedroom, expecting him to beat you or rape you or both, or to declare that he will find your mother and drag her here to kill her in front of you. He had stormed out after dumping you into the corner, telling you to stay right where you fucking are. The door slams open, and Arlong enters the room, followed by Chew.

A beating it is, then? With Chew holding you while Arlong delivers his blows, perhaps? What the captain declares turns your blood to ice.

Since you have the energy to try to escape, you certainly have the energy to offer more support to your crew. However, it's not chores that are asked of you. Arlong unceremoniously hands you to Chew, telling you in no unclear terms to be a good girl for the smelt-whiting fishman. Arlong sneers at you triumphantly as Chew drags you out of the room.

At least Chew has just one cock, and he doesn't bite. You lie there stiffly at first but learn to relax as he sways his hips against you, and he seems inclined to take it easy on you as long as you cooperate. When he leans down to kiss you, you're surprised at how pleasing his lips feel, and you even start to respond to him.

You give him small, encouraging noises when he runs his hands along your body, and return the favor. He’s still a large man, but more lanky compared to the captain, and more lightweight, which makes it easier to be under him. He spoons against you after he’s done for the night, which is oddly nice. It’s almost impossible to believe what just happened, but there’s no disguising the fact that your captain handed you out to one of his crewmates as if you were a toy to be lent out. Would this be the consequence every time you disobeyed him?

Hah. A night with Chew wasn’t too bad, all things considered, and it was interesting to contrast between the two men who now had intimate knowledge of you. This time, you were not allowed to sleep in, and Arlong ordered you to get up and help make breakfast despite how tired and sore you were. You were practically falling asleep at the counter while chopping vegetables while Hatchan was grilling some beef. Arlong loved beef, you’d learned that quickly. You’d never had beef before Arlong put you on his crew – mostly there was fish, oysters, or other seafood to be fished along with a few chickens when you were growing up, and the beef is so tasty you can see why Arlong enjoys it so much.

Not for the first time are you told to bring Arlong’s breakfast to him, and you hoist up a platter that’s loaded with savory pieces before approaching him at the table, setting it down in front of him, keeping your eyes averted to the ground. You remember the freedom you felt as you darted through the water, placing as much distance between yourself and Arlong as possible.

“Were you a good girl for Chew?” Arlong asks as he glances at his breakfast. You nod, blushing in embarrassment because you know that the fishmen nearby are listening to this. And they would doubtless know about you and Chew. And there’s not a single fucking thing you can do about it.

Since that time, Arlong’s claim on you remains clear, but you see other eyes lingering on you sometimes when you’re at your chores or out swimming. It’s confusing. You’ve come to enjoy Arlong’s roughness at times. You even crave it, despite it leaving you pretty sore when he’s in a fierce mood. But sometimes you wish you could spend another night with Chew, and experience these lovely lips of his.

As Arlong always does, he returns to his beloved Arlong Park. You have to admit you're impressed by the sight of it. And you meet Nami, who you're curious about because after hearing how much vitriol Arlong had towards humans, it's almost a miracle the girl is in such a prized position on his crew instead of being crushed underfoot as has been done to so many other humans who live in Arlong's territory. She stares at you as Arlong introduces you as the newest member of his crew, and you see the tattoo on her shoulder that confirms her membership. She's not much younger than you, maybe a year or two, is your estimate.

The two of you are naturally wary of one another. To Nami, you're a fishwoman – even if just half – so she assumes you're firmly on Arlong's side as a willing accomplice in all this. And even though she's human, you wonder if that's what she is, too because how else could she move around freely – more freely than you, you notice when she leaves the island to steal from pirates as well as spy for Arlong. You treat her with respect but also a healthy sense of caution as you continue to acclimate to your new life.

Arlong finds a minor reason to discipline you. Most would overlook it, but he seems to be in a mood and tells you to be a good girl for Kuroobi. You've always been intimidated by the ray fishman, and you give serious consideration to trying another escape attempt when you contemplate intimacy with a man who has shown the ability to tear parts off a ship.

Unlike Chew, Kuroobi is more to the point, but he’s still easier to handle than Arlong (will Arlong be the example that you use to compare all other men with?) and boy, he knows how to pound that pussy. He goes at you with the same focus he does his martial arts, so you almost feel like you’re facing a warrior on a battlefield – a warrior you have virtually no chance against, so all you can do is surrender and pray for mercy.

You're a trembling mess when he's done with you, and it is several hours before you can actually walk, having been dragging yourself or crawling around as you tried to take care of yourself, your thigh and back muscles feeling like over-stretched rubber bands.

Arlong chortles at the sight and watches as you struggle when he comes upon you after Kuroobi leaves. It's humiliating writhing on the floor as you try to pull yourself upright only to collapse when your legs give way, your body marked with several bruises from Kuroobi’s handling on top of a couple of fading bite marks from Arlong.

The third time Arlong hands you over to someone for the night, he doesn’t even come up with some pretext of discipline. You’re simply told to be a good girl for Hatchan that night, and that was all there was to it.

Out of the fishmen that you work with, Hatchan would be the closest thing you have to a friend. You've tried to keep a wall around yourself, but your need for a friend had you responding to Hatchan's friendliness. After having sex with three different fishmen, you find that you're not that nervous, not anymore. You still wish that Arlong wouldn't hand you out like you're a party favor, but it could be worse. It could always be worse, you muse as you ponder the fact that your attempt to escape had not resulted in harm to your mother.

You blink and shake your head as you look around at the fishmen having a good time at Arlong Park before taking a long swig from your bottle of rum. Arlong bought you new clothes and shoes, but then, he did the same thing for Nami.

Sometimes you envy Nami, and sometimes you pity her. She doesn’t have to fuck Arlong or anybody else, and she has more freedom to move around than you. But your mother is still alive, and from what you were told, her mother had been killed in front of her and her sister. And even though she has no mother that can be held against her as leverage, her village was the first to be taken by Arlong, and that is his leverage against her.

He really is a bastard, isn’t he?

You finish off the bottle, feeling a good buzz going on. You were certain Hatchan would be nice to you, so you would make the most of it and hope that friendly face didn’t hide a sadistic streak. You’ve already dealt with plenty enough mean streaks elsewhere. And here the octopus man is, coming toward you, looking at you with a glint of eagerness and something else you’re not quite able to identify in his gaze.

When he holds out his hand to you, you take it and let him lead you away so you two can be alone. But to your surprise, he tells you that if you don’t want to do anything, you don’t have to. You can just sleep in his bed if you want. He sees the surprise on your face and looks chagrined.

“I’ve heard you crying and screaming,” he whispers. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He twiddles his index fingers together, which is quite the sight on a six-handed man.

You simply sit there for a while, basking in your alcohol-induced buzz as you hear his words. The warmth you feel in your heart is not entirely from the alcohol, and you look at him. You might be drunk, but you see a golden opportunity here.

“If you're gentle, I won't cry or scream." You squeeze the hand that is closest to you. The only noises he hears from you for the rest of the night are ones of enjoyment after he asks you if there's anything you like. After your experiences with Arlong, Chew, and Kuroobi you have a few ideas of what you respond favorably to, and with all these extra hands, he can do some of them simultaneously.

You could almost thank Arlong for granting you to the octopus man for the night. Compared to how you were before all this happened, the current situation seems almost unthinkable. You had some ideas of what being married might be like, what having a partner and children could be like. You’d seen enough happy couples around the village of varying ages. You hoped that perhaps one day, a man would fall in love with you, and not care about your mixed heritage, and want to make you his blushing bride.

You'd have been incredulous at the idea of being taken by a saw-nosed pirate captain with two cocks, but here you are, his subordinate and his plaything.

You were certainly more than human – you were exempt from tribute, you got a cut of the booty just like the rest of the crew, you were kept fed and clothed, and participated in many of the leisure activities that the crew enjoyed.

But as it's been made clear at various times, you're not quite equal to your so-called brothers, much less your captain. You still hear snide comments about humans, despite the crew knowing that you're half-human.

You have less freedom than even Nami, for despite the chores you do outside of bed, you are still Arlong's pet and toy, his little clownfish that keeps him entertained and sated so you are always kept close to him. Your captain's pleasure is your top priority – other people can cook or clean or do maintenance and repairs, but you are the only one who enters Arlong's bed. And let's be real, with a bastard like Arlong, that's a huge fucking job.

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I am so pleased with how Arlong turned out here compared to my first attempt to draw him. Practice really does make perfect... er, I should say practice makes better! So here's the sexy sawnose sharkman with his mate/partner from my 'Get You Some Arlong' story.

Notes - Squid is about 7'0. but Arlong is still almost 9 feet so he's going to have some height on her. Like Hatchan and Ikaros, she has to give some consideration to her wardrobe because of her extra limbs so she'll wear loose shirts or modified shirts depending on her mood or needs.

Yes, Arlong's hat and shirt is more from OPLA than OP, but I never really understood why Arlong would wear a ushanka in the first place, seems like that's get waterlogged pretty damn fast with the lining on it. Oh well.

[mmkin]

Get you MOAR Arlong!

Next part of my Arlong x Reader fic is now up. @aleracrovn @patchiefrog @angeli-fucking-cat @aescela and all other readers and newcomers to my Arlong smexiness, hope this was worth the wait. The whole chapter is too long to post to Tumblr but I did post a (NSFW) snippet under the link.

Hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, he slides them down and steps out of them, offering a sight that startles you. Because of the limited light, you are not entirely sure of what you saw until he steps out of the rest of his clothing, standing before you.

For one moment, you wonder if your brain has become so addled from the passionate mating that you're now seeing double. The next moment, you wonder if he ate a Devil Fruit that gave him this unique attribute. The next instant, it finally settles on you that this is very much real, and part of him. You can not help but wonder how this happened because, for all the differences fishmen have from humans, men from various races typically have just one of that.

“How…” you manage to squeak out. He lets out a low, rumbling chuckle. There are two organs. The second one is positioned just below the first, having been obscured by his shorts before.

Fuck me, you think as your brain races with the possibilities. Startling as it had been, you’re quickly becoming aroused again as you stare at him. A flat stomach and well-muscled thighs come to the junction where the two organs now stand proudly, identical in size to one another as they come to fullness. Unlike a human male, Arlong’s testicles do not hang loose from the body but ride high in his pelvis, a slight bulge below the penii.

He's absolutely gorgeous, and the total fucking package. That sawnose, that build, and now this... If not for the thrum of pleasure in your loins – a mix of what you have just experienced, and the anticipation of more – you would think you were dreaming. Your face must be an open book, for Arlong looks down at you, clearly pleased with your reaction.

“Yes. Sharks have two,” he states with no small amount of pride in his voice. “You are not the only one who has something unique to bring to the table.” It takes a moment to realize he’s referring to your tentacles, and a smirk creeps on your face. Two penii on one man is more notable than multiple tentacles, but at least you know you are appreciated.

“Would you like to introduce the other one to me?" you ask, trying to not sound too desperate or horny. Right now, all you want is cock, and when you think about it later, you're mildly surprised at how impassioned you became at the sight and thought of Arlong's glorious organs. For the first time in your life, you understand how people can lose their minds over sex.

“It wouldn’t be right to leave it out, would it?’ he asks in a mock chiding tone.

“Hardly, Arlong. Come here.”

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And the Arlong simping continues

because I simply can not fucking help myself. New chapter of 'Get You Some Arlong' is now posted. Let the Arlong simps/fangirls/fanboys rejoice.

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Get You Some Chew love!

The next part of my Get You Some Arlong Pirates is now up, starring our favorite big-lipped fishman. (snippet from story included in cut below link. Content warning - mentions of slavery and abuse. NSFW but consensual between Chew and his partner)

“I’d think you would be more excited about a mermaid dragging you off into the woods to be alone with you, hm?” you ask him flirtatiously. His lips pull into one of his trademark smirks as he looks down at you, but you see desire in his eyes despite his cool facade.

So, is that how it's going to be, you wonder. Some men like to act tough or distant so that their supplicants or petitioners will grovel or beg harder. You've seen it done to slaves and commoners alike when a Celestial Dragon decides they will not grant favors so easily.

You’re not going to let Chew do that. You will have him on his knees, begging before you decide to grant him some mercy. So you reach down, boldly grabbing his crotch and kneading it through his shorts. You feel the stiffening and twitching, and you mirror his smirk with your own as you continue to massage him, remembering the times you’d caught him watching you, his expression controlled, his eyes half-lidded as they so often were.

When he is nice and hard, you slide your hand up and under his vest, feeling his abs and the sun mark that is branded onto his stomach.

“Open your vest,” you command, not wanting to deal with the hindrance of the fabric. He quickly does as you ask, and by the moonlight filtering through the leaves above your head, you’re rewarded with quite a delectable sight. Your previous owner, and many of the men you had to perform for, were disgusting, flabby humans, soft from living useless lives. On Chew, it looks like the plushest part of him is his lips, and from what you felt between his legs, his lips are the only part of him that’s soft.

“Like what you see?” Chew asks. You look up at him through your eyelashes.

“I’m still here, aren’t I?” you ask as your fingers trace along his collarbone before sliding down to a nipple, and you carefully rub it with the pad of your finger. You hear a sharp intake of breath as his nipple responds, and you pinch and roll it between your thumb and finger for several seconds, watching his expression. He’s enjoying it, but still trying to maintain a calm facade. You still have one free hand, so you use that opportunity to tease his other nipple as you press your pelvis to his upper thighs, feeling the unmistakable evidence of his arousal against your lower stomach. He arches against you, and you smile before pulling your hips back.

Your nails scrape lightly against his skin as you move your hands downward. “Open your pants.”

He is quick to obey this command as well. You reach in, pulling out his turgid member. It's longer with a slight upward curve, thicker, and with a pleasing color, more attractive than any organ you've ever seen before. "Nice," you breathe almost without thinking. Nice is quite the understatement, but it's a word that will suffice for the moment, especially as your insides warm to a degree you're certain you've never experienced before. You study it for a couple of moments, admiring the gentle color shift to purplish at the tip.

You use your hands again, stroking, running your nails along the length, some pumping, while Chew leans back against the tree, watching everything you do, his teeth delicately gritted as he maintains self-control, but there is no denying that his cheeks are more rosy than they normally are. Here and there, you’ll move your hand away from his penis so that you can tease his stomach or thighs, or his nipples.

You do not allow him to try to grab you. He is surprisingly obedient when you tell him to keep his hands at his sides, though you’ll see him flex his biceps or fingers as a way to try to maintain his patience. You rub your finger along the tip, feeling the precum that oozes from there, and rubbing the slick along the head of his throbbing need, and you hear a groan as he shifts his body weight, bringing his hips forward as he does so.

You move back, refusing him the satisfaction he so craves. You wet the tip of your thumb and fingers against him before sliding them down his length and cupping his balls.

“You’re quite ready to cum, aren’t you?” you ask in a soft voice, massaging him. Fishmen typically have their balls closer to their body, not hanging so loose like humans. But there is enough there for you to feel, and you gently press into it with your palm. He nods.

“You don't get to cum until I do," you say, lifting your skirt. You're not wearing underwear. "Put these lips of yours to good use."

And he does, sinking to his knees while you lift one foot, propping it against the tree and leaning from the same side with your arm, getting yourself comfortable. His lips feel divine as he presses them against your inner thighs, and you are unable to hold back a coo of enjoyment. You do not object when he slides his hands along your legs. He's a bit awkward at first, but you're fucking horny, and he wants you to cum, so he listens to you and feels how you buck your hips against his face. His lips and tongue moved more slowly at first as he familiarized himself with you, but in due time, his attention became aggressive, his tongue working at you with a rapid-fire that makes you think of his water missiles.

You try to make sense of what is going on down there, but every vibration pummels any rational thought you attempt to form, your clit aching deliciously as he flicks his powerful tongue against that oh-so-sensitive nub… How the fuck is that even possible?

You didn’t think any man would be capable of this, but he has your hips rolling against his face frantically, and he has his hands on your outer thighs to steady you, his fishman strength giving him an edge over you as he uses them to keep you from falling over. You have to bite back screeches and cries as the unending vibrations assault your clit before he sends you crashing into orgasm, gasping and panting as you hug his head to your body with one hand tangled in his hair. He slows his pace, but his lips and tongue draw out the pleasure at a gentler pace, leaving you panting and whimpering.

Damn. You feel his hands slide from you as he stands up, and you see he is still erect. You’d become so lost in pleasure that you had nearly forgotten why you were here.

“So, little mermaid,” he whispers. “I believe it is my turn.” There is that voice you hear when he is leading a team on a mission, issuing commands with calm efficiency. Your mind scrambles to assess the situation so you can take control of it again. Your inner thighs tremble, and you swear your clit is still buzzing.

Part of you is annoyed at how he was able to surprise you in such a pleasurable way. Even now, you ache for him, having felt how thick and hard he was. You suppose you can be petty and finish him off with a handjob or tell him to finish himself off while you watch, but when you feel the tip of his cock slide along your inner thigh, the rest of your body is firm in telling you that your clit isn’t the only part of you that needs fun.

You arch your back and press against him. He takes the cue readily enough and slides into you. Even with how slick you are, his cock is a commanding presence as it fills you, making itself known with a twitch that has you moaning. One of his hands rests on the tree, and the other wanders to your side, sliding along it and gently massaging a tit as he stands there, impaling you and forcing you on tiptoe due to his height.

“Does the lovely mermaid like my cock, chu?” he demands quietly, rolling his hips against you.

“Are all fishmen this cocky?" you ask, evading his question. He chuckles at that and rolls his hips more firmly, lifting you off your feet.

“Feel that? I know you do,” Chew comments smugly. You blow a raspberry at him, and he laughs before peppering your jawline with kisses. You could become addicted to these lips if you’re not careful…