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mmkin · 5 months

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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!)

#writing #one piece #opla #villain gets the girl #arlong #strawberrycatbeans #fanfiction #arlong x reader #fanfic #op x reader #one piece x reader #reader insert #sharks are sexy #sharks #arlong/reader #x reader #arlong the saw

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mmkin · 4 months

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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?

#writing #one piece #arlong #strawberrycatbeans #villain gets the girl #fanfiction #arlong pirates #arlong x reader #arlong/reader #arlong the saw

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mmkin · 3 months

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ZUTARA 4 LYF

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

#zuko #katara #zutara #fanart #strawberrycatbeans #romance #avatar the last airbender #zuko x katara #zuko/katara #fire lord zuko

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mmkin · 2 months

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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...)

#arlong #arlong the saw #arlong park #the birth of venus #parody #strawberrycatbeans #one piece #arlong pirates #fanart

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mmkin · 3 months

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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.

#jackie chan adventures #fanart #arlong #arlong the saw #valmont #tso lan #one piece #strawberrycatbeans #jca

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mmkin · 6 months

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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.”

#arlong #arlong x reader #one piece #opla #writing #strawberrycatbeans #villain gets the girl #shameless smut #you know you want it #sharks are sexy

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mmkin · 5 months

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First time I've drawn anything in YEARS, it figures that my drawing muse decides to show her face after only god knows how long while I'm in the midst of my Arlong hyperfixation. So this is Arlong and the Reader I had come up with for my Arlong x Reader fic, Get You Some Arlong (found on AO3) Since Reader is a squid fishwoman, Arlong gets a bit of tentacle action too. (Figured if Arlong had something extra, Reader could bring a bonus to the table, too...)

Yeah, the drawing is rough around the edges, but again, it's been years since I've picked up a pencil to do anything other than write. Hopefully my muse will stick around long enough because I definitely want to do more Arlong and some Fishmen art.

Oh, and the above picture was done entirely from memory with zero references so I think I did a nice job with Arlong's face. Anatomy is hard, lol, especially when you're dealing with a freakishly tall fishman.

EDIT - I do plan to fix and clean up this picture. Arlong ended up being proportionally larger to Squidgirl than I intended because Squidgirl is what I started drawing before proceeding to draw Arlong with her. So there's a few things I'd like to fix and maybe a bit of color to add before I release the full version.

#one piece #arlong #art #fanart #arlong x reader #fishwoman #strawberrycatbeans #sharks are sexy

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mmkin · 6 months

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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.

#arlong #sharks are sexy #villain gets the girl #writing #one piece #opla #strawberrycatbeans #arlong x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #you know you want it #arlong/reader

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mmkin · 6 months

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Moar Arlong!!!

Next chapter of 'Get You Some Arlong is now up. Tasty (NSFW) snippets are available under the cut.

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Arlong’s affection for you makes it clear that he does care for you. But he is a prideful and greedy fishman, so there are times that can manifest itself in intimacy. He loves being on the receiving end of oral ministrations, sitting back, his proud flesh hard and throbbing. From your vantage between his thighs, he is like a god being worshiped by you.

And let’s be frank, he pretty much is a god in the bedroom. If this means you have to worship him sometimes, so be it… though it’s not as if you don’t enjoy it. You’ll take one in your mouth while using your hands or tentacles to work the other one while listening to his sounds of pleasure and approval, his fingers tangled in your hair as you minister to him. You enjoy the taste of him, and there is something thrilling about having his hard flesh pressing against your lips and tongue, and the way it will twitch with the right amount of fondling or squeezing.

He also likes a very visual confirmation of his ‘godly might’ over you, so these sessions usually end up with you getting at least a couple of loads shot onto your face or chest. The sight will often inflame his passion afresh, and he’ll fill up your eager pussy with more of his cum, leaving you quite a trembling, panting, sticky mess, but thoroughly marked – and claimed – as his.

Arlong may think much of himself at these moments, but as you know, he’s only getting that intense pleasure because of you. You are the one who makes him pant and growl in ecstasy, and it is your name that he utters when he’s coherent enough to speak.

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As your bond with him strengthens, one night, you venture to bind him with your tentacles. Instead of simply massaging him as you often do with these writhing appendages of yours, you pull his hands over his head and bind his wrists together as you climb into his lap. He resists at first, but you make that tutting sound he sometimes does.

“Trust me,” you whisper. You are certain he could tear a tentacle off with that freakish strength of his – so good thing he has nothing to actually fear from you. “You are captain of your ship and crew, and lord of these islands. I do not question your authority, but perhaps you’ll let me be the boss here… for a bit of time, at least.”

He studies you with a half-lidded gaze and raised eyebrow. “Well then… let’s see how good you can be. You’ve certainly proven yourself often enough in other things,” he responds dryly, though you do not miss the curiosity he tries to mask.

There is one thing you have learned about him in your intimacy with him. He certainly was not lying when he said he enjoyed your touch, but there are times when he’s practically touch-starved, and it is a fortuitous matter indeed that he has a lover with extra limbs. While he is your captive, you put your appendages to work, stimulating him but denying him his orgasm. You can tell he is tempted to slide free of the grip you have on him so that he can pin you down and pound into you to sate his pent-up need. There is no mistaking the fierce hunger that burns in his gaze, his muscles taut or twitching depending on where you’re touching him.

His self-restraint is admirable, and you reward him well.

You have proven yourself to be good at dominating the mighty Arlong the Saw. He does not permit these instances often, but you know he enjoys it when you take control even if he will not say that out loud.

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