#arlong headcanons

[strawbabysimp]

Arlong Falling in Love w/ a Human Slave HCs

Fun Fact: He's my favorite anime character of all time since childhood ♡

A/N: In my head, Nami exists, but I didn't include any headcanons about her younger self existing amongst them~

Developing feelings besides disdain or amusement towards a human was an unexpected nightmare for Arlong. While dismissing the initial interest in your appearance as an acknowledgement of a tasteful assortment of features, Arlong couldn't resist keeping you close. He always enjoyed pretty things; it only made sense to keep a human slave of the finest aesthetics.

His treatment of you began as surprisingly pleasant, albeit filled with looming fear at your captor's strength. With simple tasks to accomplish to make your master's day easier, you found your purpose was fulfilling and rewarded with easier attitudes than you had ever seen Fishmen express.

The power imbalance was not lost on either side, with you and the pirates of Arlong Park being acutely aware of your position in the crew. Your acknowledgement was followed by permission from Arlong to interact with you, and was often filled with requests you'd never be comfortable refusing. The only member who treated you as an equal was Hachi, and he was interesting to say the least, but not bad, you noted. He still gave you requests, but you theorized he simply followed what the others did and didn't realize the suedo-commands' full effect on you.

"If you could be any fish, what would you be?" The question startled you; prolonged silence between you and your overseeing master was the usual. Looking towards the brightened sky, you wondered for a split second why he was here, asking you questions versus partying, but quickly redirected yourself. You couldn't afford to waste time when it came to satisfying his wants. Looking up tentatively, you gave your answer, receiving a nod of approval in return. "I would prefer you as that, fits you," he huffed the last bit, the small breath of words working to reshape your idea of him.

His outbursts made you sink into yourself, too many times the target of his ridicule for nothing more than being human. Perhaps it would have happened anyway; you were never truly sure of the extent of his cruelty, having been kept away from their more gruesome excursions. The other fishmen retold tales of their violence, but Arlong always kept his mouth shut on the subject, even when eyes travelled to him in request for details, perhaps used to his boisterous nature.

You were adorned in fine things inspired by Arlong's own tastes in fashion. Earrings reflecting a time you had only heard whispers about pierced your ears a year into your servitude. It would be paired with a golden necklace, flexible and suitable for the water, probably coated in some way that the Fishmen were more familiar with.

You loved the water, often being able to bask in it between tasks or whilst amongst the crew. Arlong jokes about getting you a kiddie pool beside his throne, making you scowl, before he replaced the offer with one for an actual pool. Despite the nearby ocean and pool even nearer, big enough for their regular parties, Arlong offered you your own heated system, for seemingly no reason at all.

[aescela]

Selachimorphaphile - Arlong x reader oneshots and headcanons

A collection of very self-indulgent Arlong/reader snippets, some of them nsfw. The full text can be found on AO3 (link provided down below by yours truly), here's a little sample. You're welcome to stop by if you love Arlong as much as I do. NSFW under the cut. 🖤🦈🖤 @mmkin

Arlong's kisses are a sharp-edged pleasure in all possible ways. When he kisses you, his saw-shark nose requires him to tilt his head a bit further than you, and be mindful of the sharp points lining its edge. Over time, you do get a few scratches on your cheeks that are hard to explain, telltale patterns that prompt quiet rumors and dirty jokes behind your backs, but Arlong's lips are soft and giving and it's worth every little cut. His razor teeth are another matter, you do need to be careful when exploring his mouth with your tongue, something you rather welcome him to do than vice versa.

Sometimes, when you both get carried away, you end up with a bloody lip.

Sometimes he apologizes.

Sometimes he doesn't, a predatory glint in his eyes and a red-tinted smirk on his face that stirs a strange hunger deep inside you.

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Arlong’s body is littered in scars, big and small, as is the skin of many pirates. Fishman skin heals fast, so they are barely visible unless one is very close to him.

One of the most striking scars rests right below his dorsal fin, a blunt, broad stretch of healed skin. As if he was violently kicked in the back.

You don’t ask him about his scars if he doesn’t offer the stories freely, which he sometimes proudly does, but never this one. It must have been painful, and you sometimes stroke it with gentle fingers when you’re falling asleep in his arms. He nuzzles his nose into your hair when you do, and you hope it’s soothing an old hurt he’s trying to forget.

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Fishman blood runs cold, adapting to whatever water temperature they are swimming in, and while Arlong used to complain about your human heat ("Just sitting next to you is like sitting by a fucking bonfire"), he secretly enjoys the warmth you radiate. At night, he cradles you close, tangles his legs with yours, tucks his chin into the crook of your neck to get as much surface contact as possible.

When you slept with Arlong for the first time and he explored your nether regions with his fingers to coax more of those needy little noises out of you, he'd been almost shocked at just how hot your insides where.

“You’re gonna cook me alive, girl,” he’d joked. You remember your own smug grin when Arlong finally entered you and desperately had to fight for self-control to not come there and then, overwhelmed by the sheer novelty of your feverish heat. He’d gotten a hold of himself quickly, though, his fishman endurance winning out, but the sudden stutter in his breath and the way his eyes had fluttered shut will burn themselves into your memory for as long as you live.

He never admits how much he loves it.

Both of you pretend that one time when he was slightly drunk and said that you'd spoiled fishman females for him never happened.

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Arlong is open to any and all positions as long as it doesn't involve him lying flat on his back as it bends his dorsal fin uncomfortably. If you want to be on top, he needs to be sitting up slightly, and even if he is usually the prideful kind who likes to be in control of the situation, sometimes he enjoys just letting you take the reins and ride him until you both forget how to think.

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The first time you used your mouth on Arlong had him come after a ridiculously short time, unprepared for the sheer heat of your mouth and tongue. He pretends to not be embarrassed by that and hides it behind carefully given compliments on your tongue skills, and you accept the praise like a good girl, but you love to use it against him sometimes, teasingly reminding him of how powerless it turns him for a moment.

Arlong often insists fishmen never blush, but you know otherwise.

His cum is thick and salty like the ocean and has a quite pleasant flavor to it that vaguely reminds you of dried seaweed. It’s always a lot and you love lapping it from the solid planes and trim curves of his chest and stomach while he’s struggling to get his breathing back in order.

 

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[strawbabysimp]

Arlong w/ a Human S/O "Reality Check" HCs

Gathered from my brain headcanons that conjured up angst, enjoy(or don't) ♡

The essentialism of hating humans is made clear from your first meeting. Originally, there was no chance of you living without expressing your disdain proudly, staring up at the blue-tinged soft and scarred skin of the man before you, too afraid to meet his eyes. Now, love was on the line, and your hate grew alongside it until it rivaled Arlong's own. Some part of you would always relate to these things, remembering your days amongst them, but that only made you turn away from whatever conversation you were participating in and squander the guilt within you before others caught on.

Breaking past bonds is necessary to forge new ones with the pirates. Conversing with anyone willing to live among men, alongside the torture and neglect of Fishmen, would be considered a traitorous act. If lucky, a singular member of your family would be willing and allowed to live in Arlong Park, under close supervision. Not really a life, but you would be able to stare at the familiar features of your kind occasionally. Like a fish in a tank for the enslaved Fishmen, you thought, then shuddered with shame at comparing your experience to theirs. A deep loneliness builds within you, never solved, even with the help of a loved one's sacrifice.

Trust would have to be earned, and Arlong's personal feelings for you only prolonged the process. He had his reasons to believe every human was beneath him, but one who knew their inferiority could surely have a place beside him, he reasoned. From the point of you staying with the Fishmen, Arlong grew more prone to bouts of isolation in the following year. Having constructed a clear view of the world, he would need to carefully deconstruct and put it back together with space for you amongst them as a suedo-equal. However, this conclusion is only reached near the end of your first year with them, having been subjected to clear inequalities beforehand and only less after.

You would never be fully accepted. The gazes on your back weren't always recognized as you swung around to catch the culprit, and the knowledge that those you knew and loved still harbored resentment for you was hurtful and, even worse, understandable. The only ones to truly trust were Chew and Hachi, even Arlong going on tangents about your "unclean" blood when the liquor and rage melded in his veins.

"Be thankful you're not like them," Arlong tells you in a fit of rage, eerily threatening. "No," you clarify for him without hesitation, truth burning in your gaze. "You be thankful I'm not like them." It would be so easy, you both know, to go back to your old life, safe amongst the crowds of humans, far from him and lost forever. Living blissfully unaware of Fishmen's suffering would only benefit you and hurt him, but without each other, there would be an unfillable hole within both of you. The argument would be settled within seconds, Arlong breaking eye contact with a huff of breath, never truly resolved, just adding to the weight you both carried.

The search for the fish-fish fruit, a lucrative series of items always on their radar, quickly became a priority as their affection for you grew. Never able to look past your race, even their acts of kindness centered around changing you. "You'll be one of us," they told you with hopeful smiles, their ignorance all too familiar. You had thought you already were before then. The words never left you, even as fins sprang from your limbs and your body enlarged to match their strength. Especially, as your body sank into the depths of the ocean your first time setting foot in it after a taste of cruel fate.

[aescela]

Second chapter of "Selachimorphaphile" just dropped. More headcanons, more reader-insert scenarios, more Arlong lovemaking. Link below.

Including topics like favorite foods, biting, tattoos, smexy noises, and Sharley. Enjoy and never hesitate to let me know what you think! 🍑🦈🖤

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[aescela]

Hello! I just wanted to say that I loved your story 'Selachimorphaphile'! Its really nice seeing new ArlongX(Human)Reader content, especially with them being in a healthy relationship. As a new Arlong simp, I'm excited to see if you write more for him and if you do I'll definitely read it.

Hey hon! Thank you so much, I feel despite being One Piece being super popular lately there is so little Arlong content, I just had to add to it 🤤.

Did you read the whole fic on Ao3? There's a lot more than just here on tumblr due to writing space limitations. For now that's all I'll do unless the demand is getting bigger, then I might add onto it if I have time. 😊

Thank you so much for reading!

Here's the link btw:

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[aescela]

i'm curious to know more of your headcanons for Arlong..also have you seen the official plushie of Arlong? he looks so funny and cute to me

Hey! First of all, yes, I've seen the plushie and it's adorable. The little embroidered tattoos are the cutest. 😭

Secondly, I may or may not be working on a second chapter of my reader insert hc collection "Selachimorphaphile". Keep your eyes open, I'll let you know here once it drops on Ao3. Thank you for the question! 🦈🖤

[aescela]

I loved your Arlong story! Read it on ao3. I'm happy to see I'm not alone in simping for him and that people are writing for him. I was wondering, do you take requests?

Hey! Thanks so much for reading, first of all! 😚 You most certainly aren't alone honey, Arlong is grade A simping material. 🦈👍🏻

I've honestly never taken requests before, but I guess if I find the time and the prompt interests me, why not? As long as it complies with what I'm comfy with (I happily write nsfw for neutral/femme human readers, but I don't do slave/pet/dubcon etc) I'd give it a try. 🍑🦈

[strawbabysimp]

Arlong Relationship HCs

I will defend this man to the end of my days♡

You tried to justify the relationship to yourself, saying the Fishman would still cause the same amount of harm with or without your place in his life, your feelings for him hurt no one. Even your love-polluted mind thought the words sounded desperate. You were so filled with doubt, guilt setting fire to your chest, but when he smiled at you or clung to you so openly in front of his crewmates, you couldn't help but give in to the temptation of the man all over again.

You saw the glances people gave you, judging and disgusted whenever you walked along the streets of an unfamiliar town. Your eyes were drawn to them, watching them flinch back from your gaze, feeling a small sense of satisfaction but even more shame. Arlong notices their repulsion, used to it having faced it his entire life, but when it was directed at you it never failed to anger him. His grip tightened on your hand as he tugged you along, venomous stares turning into pitiful expressions. No, you wanted to say, don't look at him like that, but the words remained inside your head as the Fishman growled out obscenities under his breath.

He's proud of you, seeing being with you as one of his greatest accomplishments. He keeps you by his side a majority of the time, pulling you onto his lap with ease as he talks amongst his subordinates, showing you off, not afraid to glance down at you with a smile even if he's in the middle of a conversation.

Arlong's biggest insecurity is what him being a Fishman means for your relationship, though he doesn't show it in a typical way. He bashes you for what you are, spilling out bigoted words that he himself faces, his own anger at the world turning him into the thing his young self had once feared. You ask what he sees in you if humans are so detestable, his brows furrowing in confusion at the question, not sure of the reason behind his affections himself. He didn't want to accept that humans and Fishmen were the same because if he did then the mentality he had built and accepted to keep himself alive would prove to be just as disgusting as those who victimized him.

He rants to you about things both big and small, his reactions almost always disproportional to the issue. He'll talk of taking people's lives so casually while going on about the ways in which humans fail to compare to his kind. He never apologizes or even acknowledges his harshness but you're forced to deal with it anyways, pain shining through his eyes as he yells about the nature of humankind. Afterward, he's always so kind, a clear contrast to how he speaks of others, and a part of him knowing that not all humans are bad.

Arlong loves to spoil you. Decking you out in jewelry and fine clothes was a common occurrence, the pirate loving the look of gold and silver against your skin. It can feel dehumanizing to be decorated in such a way but he never liked humans so perhaps that was the whole point.

His favorite part of you is your eyes. Whenever you catch him staring at you, instead of looking away he merely meets your gaze with a fond expression. You used to think he was watching you without reason until you asked him about it one day. His thumb had rubbed across your cheekbone as he spoke to you, an oddly contemplative look on his face. "We're not so different here, are we?"

Whenever you reach your arm up he'll lower his head so you can card your fingers through his hair, sharp teeth shining as he grins, leaning into your touch. He's always loved the concept of family and the gentle touch you provide resonates with that side of him.