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mmkin · 5 months

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Shark Bait - Arlong x Reader

Arlong x Fish/Human Hybrid AFAB Reader

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

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

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

Shark Bait - Part 1

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I want to go home,” you plead.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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roddyjo · 3 months

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#kiernan shipka #gorgeous #sexy #swimming with sharks

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sherlockig · 6 months

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#the shark on his arm makes me think of the shark that izzy made for lucius and something something a shark took my leg #gotta say ed #you are one sexy shark #ofmd #our flag means death #ed teach #edward teach #taika waititi #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers

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lushminda · 9 months

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What, never heard of a lil' star bathing before?

piece for @exenthal on twitter

(the ear web veins are doing it for me)

#commission #furry #fursona #shark girl #dragon girl #lushminda #lushminda art #lush art #rendered #sexy #pinup

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chai-berries · 6 months

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sharing an autumn with abby <3

#we be spookin it up!!!!!!#couple costumes!!!!#random costumes!!#she goes as a shark once #like a sexy but anatomically correct shark #[i go as a girl who dies in the first 5 minutes of the film]#we totally win best costume #we hold hands in the haunted corn maze #share a caramel apple #share a popcorn ball!!!#abby anderson x reader #mads’ moodboards #mads’ headcanons

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ornithorynquerouge · 3 months

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Nice model Marisa Papen with sharks

#marisa papen #supermodel #beautiful girl #sharks #sexy

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most-watch-thing · 15 days

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#bdsmplay #ducati #[mr robot]#vintage aesthetic #sexy black men #literatura #addams family values #baby yoda #sharks #men's style #stocks #Melissa Benoist #ava adams

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ncaapeaches · 2 months

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@elkbarr on Instagram

#ncaa #sexy peachy bum 🍑#bootie peach #peach ass #gymnast girl #gymnastics #athletics #college gymnastics #Long Island Sharks #Long Island University

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kotori-mochi · 11 months

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This was made for Mermay but I forgot to post it on here during that month.

I actually came up with this drawing, with the help of my patrons on patreon. I did a bunch a polls and by the votes this is what I got. Petra from Destiny 2 as a mermaid, with a shark fin.

Overall very happy with this one.

#destiny #fanart #digital art #destiny the game #science fiction #artist #style #mermaid #mermay #shark #sexy #art #destiny 2

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mmkin · 7 months

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get you some arlong

Snippet from the Arlong x Reader fic I am working on rn. (Still working on the title... or maybe I should just call it 'get you some arlong' lol) Enjoy this little treat, fellow Arlong and OP fans. You gulp down the rest of your drink, feeling the burn as it slides down your throat and tasting the notes of coconut and tangerine. For a moment, you look down at the glass, seeing the light reflected through its various facets, a touch of light brown at the bottom from the last drops of rum. Such a mundane thing to notice when there are far more pertinent matters that come to mind.

“More?” Arlong asked, lifting the bottle. You look up at him, at that row of shark teeth ensconced firmly behind the impressive sawnose that is but one of the many things that add to this pirate’s fearsome reputation. You remember the first time you laid eyes upon him in person. He was not the tallest fishman you’d ever seen, but by god, he was the most impressive. All muscles and angles and points in what seems like a perfect combination, seated in a bulk that most anyone would have good reason to be cautious around.

Despite being conscious of all that, you had also become keenly aware of your attraction to him. What might his body feel like, pressed against your own? These big, strong arms wrapped around you? Would he let you run your finger lightly along the serrated edge of his nose?

“Y/n, do you want more?” he asks in a slightly louder tone, thinking you did not hear him above the music. Your gaze fixes upon his.

“What I want is you,” you say quietly, the words sliding past your tongue. The hand holding the bottle goes still, as does the rest of him, for a moment. You fear that you have made a gross miscalculation, that his stillness is one of horror or disgust. Already, your mind is formulating apologies, finding a way to try to backpedal and try to salvage whatever respect this sawnose shark fishman had for you. One did not earn his respect so easily, and it honestly grieves you to think you might have lost that.

His lips pull back to reveal the rows of teeth that bring terror to many. There is a glint in his pale blue eyes as he leans forward, his face drawing close to yours, though the tip of his nose is still a few inches away. Your gaze darts down its length before looking back in his eyes. The chatter of fishmen talking or splashing around, the music, the waves all seem to fade away in the background.

His tongue slides past the serrated teeth, running slowly along his upper lip as the corners of his mouth curl up into what is unmistakably a hungry grin. (Edit - the rest of the story is now available for your reading pleasure on my AO3 here...)

#arlong #one piece #opla #arlong x reader #arlong pirates #villain gets the girl #fanfiction #writing #arlong the saw #arlong/reader #one piece x reader #sharks are sexy #home from the sea #get you some arlong

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valhahazred · 4 months

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Name - Raandy

Birthday - Lost track hundreds of years ago.

Height - 289 cm

Personality - Energetic, aggressive, domineering and stubborn.

Likes - Swimming, sushi, exploring, conspiracy T.V shows, killing her rivals.

Dislikes - Humans in the ocean, loud sounds, sperm whales.

Special abilities - She can spray toxic ink from her tail flukes and her tendrils sting with venom and bio-electricity.

#my art #deep one #waifulhu #eldritch #lovecraftian #monster girl #sexy swimsuit #shark girl #mutant #cthulhu mythos #there is a spicier version of Deviantart

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galaxytoons · 20 days

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lh7 · 10 days

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On March 22nd, with the world’s attention fixed on the crisis at Fukushima, the Ocean Link reached its worksite 160 miles to the south. They had chosen one of the faults farthest from the meltdown, but the winter wind was blowing from the north and the crew remained inside the ship until it was deemed safe to go outside. As the chief engineer and one of the oldest members of the crew, Hirai felt it was his duty to perform the radiation checks. He pulled on the slick yellow coveralls and boots, strapped on a mask and goggles, and opened the heavy steel door leading to the foredeck. The sky was overcast and low, and the ship rocked on a building swell as Hirai walked out onto the pocked green-painted deck and held out the wand of his Geiger counter to see what the wind carried. To his relief, it registered only background radiation. Next, he walked to the side and lowered a sensor into the sea. Again, nothing. He would do it all again in two hours, but for now, work could begin. They spent the first day and night surveying the worksite, moving slowly along the cable route while measuring the depth and current. Conditions worsened overnight and dawn greeted them with 15-foot waves and gale-force winds, too violent for delicate cable work. They would have to wait. At the most basic level, a broken cable is fixed by patching the break with a piece of new cable, but because the break is miles away on the ocean floor, this must be done in several steps. The first step is to cut the cable near the break (often, the cable will have been damaged but not cleanly severed, and cables are laid with so little slack that they cannot be pulled to the surface in one piece). This is done by dragging a bladed grapnel across the cable in a so-called “cutting drive.” The ship then swaps the bladed grapnel for a hooked one and catches one end of the severed cable, hoists it to the surface, and attaches it to a buoy. Then they catch the other cable end, splice the spare cable to it, and tow the spare cable back to the first buoyed cable to complete the patch. The ship is now holding a working cable but one that is considerably longer than it used to be. This process of bringing each cable end to the surface separately means that every repair makes a cable longer — in deep water, by several miles. In order to minimize slack that could get tangled and snagged, the loop of new cable is towed to the side of the original route until it can lay taut on the ocean floor once again.

#genuinely thrilling article about infrastructure. so sexy #engineering #just before this is a lovely section about sharks and their supposed love of undersea cables

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