#arlong x oc

[saraptor-art]

the max I have the energy for a render :) but it’s got the vibe I wanted ✨

réf and sketch under the cut

[probablyspooky]

I keep telling my friends I dont wanna continue one piece because I'm sad arlong is gone? MIA? Just never expanded on and they keep EGGING me like

"Well oda drew him not in prisoners clothes"

"Maybe hes gonna be in the finale"

"Arlong is married to your Oc and thats why hes not there"

Like guys cmon

I am that gullible

[morvydyvrom]

Well I’m back on my Arlong shit 🤷

Buuuuuttt I do still have a few Magellan x Nettles things to post so Ima try and get to that as soon as I can. I’m reaching the end of my semester at uni which means I need to maybe possibly at least a little bit think about all my final papers and projects 😬

[tyrannic-prince]

Tentatively offers my pretty boy to you fishy loving folks 🐠💖

This is my boy Caspian or Cas for short. He's meant to be based on a lionfish, and I'm slowly tweaking his design so he reads as such 😅

I shan't bore you with his full backstory, so I'll give you a tl;dr version. Although hmu if you wanna hear all of his backstory 👀

In his official canon, Cas is an ex-Sun Pirate turned Revolutionary. He was framed for murder and has spent time in Impel Down. He is the doctor of the crew/The RA, and herbal/traditional medicine is his field of expertise. He loves plants and is very passionate about them, he will gladly infodump about them if you let him. He also really loves reading and is a huge bookworm. Oh, and he was an old friend/flame of Arlong at some point ❤️‍🔥

However, his lore/backstory is slightly different in my One Piece D&D game. He's a lot younger, he didn't join the Sun Pirates, although they did save him from being kidnapped when he was a child. Our pirate crew is called The Winged Wyverns, our ship is The Red Maw, and Cas is the first mate instead of the doctor.

Some of the hijinks that D&D!Cas has gotten upto include:

° Walked into the wrong restaurant and nearly getting killed by Celestial Dragons.

°Failed his Con save, got wasted and drunkenly joked that Blackbeard is his bestie. Now everyone believes that The Winged Wyverns and the Blackbeard Pirates are allies and is scared of us.

°Is currently pretending to be a CP0 agent and is enjoying scaring the shit out of local Marines

If anyone is taking commissions atm, lemme know because I'd love to get more art of my boy 🥺

Art by:

☆ _mythir

☆ chubbi-star

☆ cutetoboewolf

[quinloki]

Okay, I don't know what either of us is in for at this point. But I woke up today with an idea for Part 2 of Swimming with Arlong and as the idea formed it got considerably less SFW and more NSFW. I was a blushing mess by the end of it. This from a person who doesn't write smut so this could be absolutely terrible and I don't know why I'm dumping it on you, but here I am and here I go.

I might be going to hell for this. Watery hanky panky with THE saw shark to beat all saw sharks. I made myself blush repeatedly writing this. And I'm sorry, this runs so damn long and I can't do a keep reading in an ask.

Swimming with Arlong (Part 2)

After insinuating that Arlong was an amphibian and not technically a fish, we swam around the lake in silence. I was resting my head on his chest listening to his heartbeat and genuinely avoiding eye contact because I clearly got under his skin with that one. I mean, I'm not technically wrong.

Fish that breathe air do have an extra organ just for that function. The ones who have both lungs and gills are in fact, amphibians. This is also ignoring all of the other facts that point to fishmen being a stupid ass name for a species that clearly aren't fish, but of course I can't point that out to Arlong because he'll just get insulted. I'll have to make a mental note to share it with Chew, he's always been down to listen to my unhinged theories.

I think he secretly agrees with me but he passes it off as I'm "fascinating" in front of the others. Arlong is best buddies with Kuroobi (whom I affectionately call Pigtails, much to his chagrin) and I get along best with Chew. Anyway, Arlong got pissed and now I can't look at him. Chances are he's mildly annoyed to stop talking but not angry enough to actually be angry, but my own anxiety is telling me I pissed him off royally and therefore, I can't look at him.

Arlong knows me well enough to not push me and just let me relax as much as I can. He knows I'm in my head telling myself lies. He's just waiting for the right time to pull me out of it. Go in too early and I'll break, wait too long and distance will grow between us. Arlong is learned this routine the hard way, so now he's just swimming quietly and waiting.

At some point, I get tired of myself and begin tracing the lines of Arlong's Sun tattoo. I'm not even thinking about it, just tracing along absentmindedly. Arlong adjusts slightly, carefully, to maintain my tracing but also to allow himself the ability to watch me.

"It's lucky for you I'm not ticklish."

Stopping mid-trace of the actual circle of the sun, I sheepishly turn my head to finally look him in the eye, "ticklish or no, you promised you wouldn't let go of me in the water."

There's a pause. "Did you think I'd let go of you because you said I was an amphibian?"

"Not exactly." My voice feels small, I wonder if it sounds small. I know he would never let go. Arlong keeps his promises. Sometimes he tries to find loopholes to them, but the big promises—the ones that are serious, he never backs out of those. Not drowning me is a big promise, he wouldn't go back on it. And yet, the fear that he would is ever present for no reason. I hate my brain sometimes.

"Then what did you think exactly?"

"That you were mad and I was enjoying this so much I didn't want to see you mad."

A gentle chuckle, "so that's why you kept your head down. Not mad and I didn't even mean the part where I said I hate you. I love you and you know it." He looks off to the side for a second before continuing, "but I am not an amphibian. I'm a shark, a saw shark...with a dorsal fin and everything."

Damn right. I love that dorsal fin of his. He thinks I'm odd and weird about his dorsal fin, but damn. I just grin at him, "do all shark fishmen have dorsal fins?"

Arlong rolls his eyes, "They do not, I don't recall Jinbe having one and he's a shark."

"He's just a whale shark, they're built different."

"Darling, I really don't feel like discussing Jinbe or shark fishmen anatomy...again."

"Fine. What do you want to talk about?"

Flashing his teeth as he slyly grins at me, "well, I was hoping for something else entirely."

I continue tracing while eyeing him suspiciously, that sly grin generally means doing something rather than saying something.

"Since I've got your clothes off, and you technically have nowhere to go, I thought we could explore that fear of water you have i more detail."

If I narrowed my eyes any more they'd be closed. That is not where I thought he was going with this. I thought I was going to get some shark lovin' but instead he wants to torture me?! Screw that. "You want to psychoanalyze me or try to drown me under the guise of swimming lessons?"

He stops swimming abruptly and honestly looks so confused, "how the hell did you get to drowning when I was trying to convince you to have sex with me in the water?"

Oh, so he did mean that. I bury my face against his sternum as my blush starts to form and spread. Of course his mind went to the gutter, he got my clothes off. His mind always goes there if he can get me to strip to my birthday suit. Why did I think otherwise?!

"Wow Keiko, you're really bad at flirting. And we've been together for awhile now and you're still remarkably bad at it." Arlong is laughing which just makes my blushing worse, because he's so not wrong.

As I continue to wallow in my miserable ineptitude, Arlong takes the initiative and begins tracing his hands up and down my back and sides. He leans in to my ear and lowly rumbles, "so Keiko, wanna get freaky the fishman way?"

Well, that did it. The squeal that came out of me, the webbed hand that slid down to grab my ass. Yeah, he planned this whole thing from start to finish. I wondered why no one else left the ship to explore the island with us. Oh, I am so going to get teased about this later.

Arlong moved so he was no longer floating lazily on his back, now he was treading water (still lazily because come on, he's a fishman) and still holding me tightly to his chest. The sudden change in incline though freaked me out enough that I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"You know how you like my dorsal fin so much? You're going to want to hold on."

Lord have mercy. I do as I'm told and latch both of my hands onto his dorsal fin, which is a bit of a reach for me honestly. Grabbing onto it lifts me up slightly to the point I can comfortably rest my arms across Arlong's shoulders and my hips are at just the right level for him.

We've now locked eyes with each other and Arlong still has that shit eating grin, "there's my woman. We're going to change the rules up a bit for this, now I'm technically not going to let go and nothing will happen to you, but I need you to promise me that you won't let go either. I need to be able to move my hands without worrying about you slipping under the water, okay?" His eyes and mouth are smiling but his voice is deadly serious.

I nod vigorously and tighten my grip on his fin and he takes that as confirmation and as my promise to him. I won't let go and he still won't let me drown. So far, so good.

"Good girl." Damn that phrase, he knows I hate it and love it at the same time. Any other time it's downright insulting, I'm a grown ass woman but right now it does nothing but make me hot. I'm sure I'm wet down south but I'm literally in a lake so I can't even tell at this point. But he can.

One of Arlong's hands slips down my back and begins rubbing my folds, "already getting wet down there and I've barely even done anything. Are you sure you're afraid of water or was it simply a ruse to get me in my natural environment?"

I bite my lip, I don't want to answer that. Of course I'm afraid of water, it's my greatest fear, but if this is how he's going to treat me in water from now on, then hot damn, I'm going to have to learn to take longer baths and to hell with the shower.

His other hand gives my ass another squeeze. "Ease up on our lip Keiko, you're going to bite through and bleed." For a brief moment concern flashes across his icy blue eyes as I shake my head, still unable to find my voice and say anything. Arlong doesn't take to my refusal, he pulls his hands away from me and wraps my legs around his body, to keep me afloat in case my arms give out. Then the hand that held my ass comes up to my face and he gently pulls my lip from my teeth, "hey now, biting is my thing."

He runs his thumb across my lip as if checking for wounds; I break eye contact out of shame. He doesn't let me slip back into my head for long though, his fingers gently wrap around the back of my head and he pulls me in for a deeply passionate kiss. Instinctively I open my mouth for him and his tongue wastes no time entering. I don't have a chance to reciprocate, he rarely lets me because of his teeth. I only cut my tongue on them once but the taste of my blood in his mouth freaked him out and he wouldn't get intimate for three weeks after that.

As Arlong almost literally steals my breath away in that kiss, his other hand returns to my folds and continues rubbing eliciting a moan from me into the kiss. He pulls away so I (we) can breathe, "found your voice now?"

"Yeah." I say breathily, "Arlong, please...stop teasing me."

"As you wish, beloved." There it is, the pet name no one else knows about. The one he never utters unless we are truly alone with each other, the one that he utters when he makes love. The crew knows I'm his woman but they don't know how deep that love runs. I am his beloved. There is no other.

He pulls his hand away and lines himself up at my entrance. The first time was excruciatingly painful, he certainly puts the long in his name but he has a girth to him that I hadn't been prepared for. Each time it got easier and now he's no trouble to take, I've adjusted to him, grown to accept him into me with ease.

But damn alive, water makes it even better. He slipped right in as if there were never a two-and-a-half-foot difference between us. I still throw my head back every time, it doesn't matter how easy he is to take, he still stretches me and fills me up. I'm still a cramped space that he swears feels like heaven every time.

"Damn Keiko, that took no time at all." Even he noticed how easy it was this time as he begins his watery thrusts. Slow at first, slow but deliberate. Snapping his hips against mine as he nearly pulls out entirely and then slams himself back in. Arlong's slow thrusts are some of his roughest. He drags out each moan, each squeal, each chorus of begging him to pick up his pace.

As it is, I've only just barely found my voice and my squeals and moans are front and center. I can't even think of words with which to beg. Instead, I dig my nails into his dorsal fin as my back starts to arch. The trouble with fishmen is their stamina and sex usually means multiple orgasms for me before Arlong ever gets his.

The bastard likes to drag a back-arching orgasm out of me with his slow pace first. It's harder to arch when I'm vertical and I swear I'm going to take chunks out of his fin if I'm not careful. I barely get his name out, "Ar...l...ng, fas...faster, please!"

That damn chuckle that radiates through him and into me as his hands and arms wrap around my torso holding me closer to him. Him burying his face in the crook of my neck, taking care with his nose, and gently biting my shoulder and neck. Leaving little pin prick bite marks, not enough to draw blood or leave scars but enough for me to feel.

All of that happening at the same time as his thrusts picking up speed. Were we not in water a passerby would hear nothing but skin on skin as Arlong rams himself into me at a speed as if he were trying to outrun a marine. I'm seeing stars, my fingers leaving his fin to tangle in his hair as I scream his name over and over again with each crashing orgasm.

Arlong's breath finally hitches and his thrusts become erratic as he reaches his own climax. A final grunt from him as he stills entirely and we both pant for air. Arlong gives another chuckle, "well, at least this time we don't have to drag ourselves to the shower to bathe."

It's all I can do to give a breathy chuckle in reply. All strength drained from me and exhaustion seeping in from the edges of my mind. Arlong slides out of me leaving an emptiness in his wake as he carefully swims us both back to shore.

He never puts me down and I still haven't let go of him myself. Arlong puts on his pants but wraps his shirt around me, then picks up my things in one hand as the other wraps around me to keep his shirt covering me. Quietly and contentedly, he walks us back to the ship while I fall asleep on his shoulder.

I'm still afraid of water but I'm open to swimming with Arlong more often now.

Oh this was very good - there aren't many Arlong fics out there, but I love the relationship your OC has with him.

The shift from "fighting" to making up afterward was done very well, it didn't feel rushed or anything like that. The awkwardness of it - of not knowing what to say or not being sure how to mend it, and getting a front row seat to that was done well enough I wasn't uncomfortable with the amount of awkwardness.

Also I love Keiko /nod nod/

Also for someone who doesn't write smut you did a perfectly fine job. Smut writing can take a lot of forms - it can be an emotional description, a detailed physical description, a mix in pretty much any manner. You can use euphemisms or clinical terms or just downright salaciously dirty ones.

The real importance of "how to do a smut scene" is based on the kind of story it's embedded in. A jarring tone-shift would throw anyone off, and it can leave the end result feeling disconnected and plastic no matter how it's written.

The more you write them, just like practice with anything else, the more you can find places to include little details - be they physical or emotional - and it'll add a depth to things.

And how sex feels or what physical reactions it causes are different from person to person. Some people climax quietly, some loudly, some people curl, some go taut from head to toe, some whimper, some growl, some drool.

Most people will even have a different reaction based on a whole slew of variables.

So it's really hard to write smut wrong.

Great job with this ^_^ I enjoyed reading it this morning ❤️

[theonlylivinggirlinseattle]

Arlong x OC

I don’t have a working title for this story yet but here is the first part of chapter one. I’ll eventually post the full one to Ao3. Arlong has been my hyper fixation for a bit now 😅 and I decided to create a character that I think would compliment him nicely. Feedback and suggestions welcome! I don’t have the entirely of this story planned out yet but I have a good foundation. I’m still debating making his love interest a nurse shark or an oceanic white tip shark ( both are sharks that I find really neat). I’m also thinking about giving her a last name.

I typed this all up on my phone so there might be some mistakes.

Storm had a pretty normal life on Fishman Island until a horrible tragedy involving humans took the life of her parents as a teen. Ever since the incident Storm disliked humans and never wished to coexist happily with them. She had everything she could ever want on the island but she felt trapped and yearned to see what life was like on the surface. Storm was aware that fishmen were much stronger than the average human but still put in long hours in her training before heading to the surface. On the surface she faced the discrimination the merfolk talked about first hand making her heart grow cold.

I only own the OCs mentioned in the story

Warnings: none (so far)

Ch 1

It was a bright day on Fishman Island when Storm and her friend Kiki decided to go out for coffee and a stroll. Storm had just returned from her trip on the surface and wanted to spend more time at home before eventually going on another excursion.

She was a swordsman and had gained some attention for her skills and was fairly known on the island.

She caught Arlong’s attention right before she left the island two years ago and they've had a few interactions and flirty exchanges. Arlong even wanted her to join his crew but the timing was off and Storm wasn’t ready for that kind of commitment yet.

Storm and Kiki noticed a crowd forming and walked towards it only by to see Arlong holding a few papers above a small mermaid’s head. “Hey, is that that the sawfish guy you’re been seeing” Kiki whispered looking over at Storm. “There’s nothing between us it’s not like that!” Storm quickly responded. Storm saw the poor mermaid struggle to get her papers back and Storm felt like she needed to intervene.

“These papers aren’t going to change a damn thing!” Arlong laughed. Before Storm could say anything a guard started to run towards Arlong calling him a Fishman district reject. Without a second thought Arlong picks him by the neck. “Arlong! Let him go!” Storm yelled out. Arlong glances over and his eyes widen to see…her.

He hasn’t seen the shark woman in a while and as much as he would deny it he was glad to see her again.

Arlong has been with fishwomen and mermaids in the past and has always had a cocky attitude with them but with Storm he felt like he needed a different approach.

At first Arlong thought she was just a snobby privileged girl. She had the luxury of growing up with two parents in a better part of the island, but the more he got to know her he realized that she was not like what he imagined.

He was drawn to the shark woman and even admired her swordsmanship. Arlong had to have her on his crew. Besides he could never have too many fishmen who were skilled in combat.

“What are you doing picking on a rookie guard? Let him go it’s not worth it” Storm stepped out of crowd towards Arlong. Arlong smirked and threw the guard on the floor. Arlong lost complete interest in him and would much rather give Storm his attention.

Storm stood out amongst the crowd. Her long hair was neatly held back in a seashell clip and wore last nights eye makeup with a bare face. She was tall with a lean build and always carried around one of her swords at her hip.

Both Arlong and Storm didn’t realize that Jinbe was watching the whole scene. While Jinbe scolded Arlong Kiki ran up to Storm and grabbed her arm “ I promised Nora that I’d help her with something, I’ll see you tonight okay?” She said giving her a hug before heading home.

[mamamittens]

Hi! Arlong and I would like a chocolate cake milkshake with strawberry, caramel syrup and powdered sugar (for me!). Whip cream and a cherry on top, please! A red bean mochi would also be nice! Add in an Alice in wonderland, black jack (for me), pink schnapps (also me), and a hot damn too! I go by “Opal” and I’m a short (5ft) but pump person (any pronouns please) with purple hair, slightly tan skin, and blue eyes. I’m bubbly and tend to chat a lot when nervous. Oh yeah and I am autistic with ADHD

Order up! Hope it's to your taste! (side note, these milkshakes with shots in them must taste like ass irl)

This is an order for my 500+ follower event "Date Shake"! It's running through my ask box until 9/19/23, please refer to this post for context!

Warnings: Size kink, implied/references yandere, restraints, outdoor sex, and praise kink.

(the royal 'ingredient' was an oopsie so it's not in the final order)

Word count: 2,799

The seagulls woke him up first.

Their loud calls echoing over the surf and crashing waves along the shoreline. Arlong hissed, squinting his eyes against the rising sun over the water when he slowly sat up. Sand shifting and cold under his hands except where he had laid down.

Beer cans and several other members of his team were scattered across the beach. He made a note to order one of them to clean up. Usually, he would, but he had some business to attend to. Pulling out his phone, he selected a random number and sent a message about cleaning up. A phone near him chirped and he smirked.

Problem solved.

He stumbled to his feet, grimacing at the ache in his back and dry mouth. He still had time to clean up, thankfully.

Arlong trudged up the beach to his house, wiping his feet in the back entryway and setting his sandals to the side. After a late party, it was time to clean up himself.

Freshly showered and changed, Arlong hopped into his sports car, making sure to wave back at his brothers now stumbling up the beach. He wasted no time driving into town to pick up Opal.

He smirked fondly, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. They’d come a long way from snot nosed brats stumbling around a failing fishing port.

Opal all too happy to chatter with the tourists and fishermen alike while Arlong ensured she didn’t get scooped up by creeps. Either by assigning ‘friends’ to go with her or following himself. A flash of his sharp fangs usually did the trick back then but now word of mouth did all the heavy lifting. No one dared mess with his ‘secretary’.

His smirk shifted into a sneer as the buildings started deteriorating. All the money he pours into the community hadn’t quite made it this far, though it wouldn’t be long now. This was where they grew up. Skipping over broken pavement and glass on the way to school. He’d moved out the first chance he got, right into a brand-new beach house. He tried to take Opal with him, but she was determined to work her way up from their roots. And he let her, so long as she didn’t grow too far. Constantly in his reach even when she went to the city for school—he had to learn how to run a business too, after all.

He stopped in front of an apartment building with ongoing renovations—his doing though Opal didn’t know it. Shooting a text to let her know he was waiting.

Barely a few beats passed and she skipped right out the front door with a wide grin.

“Arlong!” Opal laughed, rounding the car to hop into the passenger side.

“Ready to go?” Arlong asked, watching her buckle in. Despite being really short, she didn’t need to adjust her seat. She was the only one allowed to ride shotgun after all. And especially the only human he let in his favorite car.

“Yep!” Opal declared, slipping the seatbelt into a comfortable position across her chest, purple hair catching in the nylon band. She looked at him in excitement, blue eyes bright.

Arlong grinned.

“Then let’s go.” Arlong drove off towards the opposite end of town where the festival was being held. As children, it was a tradition to go and spend their meagre change on treats and cheap toys that broke in a matter of weeks. He still has a fan from when he was an awkward preteen that Opal signed as a joke. Now as adults they could spend money on nicer things.

The festival grounds were still being set up when they arrived, the activities officially starting closer to noon, but Opal wanted a proper breakfast first. So a proper breakfast they’d get. There was a restaurant nearby, a diner, where Arlong and Opal got their first jobs. It was where a lot of locals got their first jobs, in fact. Including his sister, who now ran the place.

There was already a table set aside for them and Arlong took a seat across from Opal.

“What are you going to do?” Opal asked looking over the menu indecisively.

Arlong held his tongue, refraining from saying his first thought. Which mostly was something to the effect of reclaiming his shirt that she had stolen at some point. A button up with sea life swimming between reeds, left open for a dark tank top. Under the table and out of view, Opal was wearing wide shorts that brushed her thighs—and the less he thought about that the better off he’d be. He’d been good for years now. Never crossing a line even once. But he definitely thought about it often.

Especially now that they were older and he saw her everyday in his front office manning the desk. Taking calls and general tasks he asked of her. Security sitting with her in case of trouble but mostly to ensure that no one stopped to chat for too long.

“Funnel cake and the ferris wheel for sure.” Arlong declared as she nodded sagely.

“Well, I can’t wait for the fireworks.” Opal grinned and Arlong snorted. She always insisted on watching the fireworks despite being at the festival the entire day and usually passed out immediately afterwards.

“Try not to drool on me this time.” Arlong teased, receiving an offended huff.

“That was one time! And I was six!” He laughed and waved the waitress over.

The festival was big this year, more tourists coming in than any year prior, which made traveling around the different booths more difficult than usual. Arlong had to pull Opal in close several times to avoid separation or getting bowled over. He found it amusing how quickly people parted from their path when he flashed his fangs at them.

Several hours later, many fried foods, and a lot of cheap souvenirs later the sun was beginning to set. Arlong grimaced at the crowds, recognizing that they wouldn’t get a very good spot on the festival grounds with this many people. And after hours of noise and stimulation, Opal would not want to be so close to drunk strangers.

Arlong leaned over.

“You want to go find somewhere quiet to watch the fireworks?” He asked, Opal jerking her head in a nod with a pinched expression. Arlong thought for a moment. His house wasn’t a bad choice. The whole area was relatively flat so there wouldn’t be anything blocking the view. And his front porch had comfortable seating compared to sitting on sand or a lawn chair. “C’mon.” Arlong pulled her along to the exit.

His house would also be very private.

Arlong drove back through town, smiling when he noticed Opal falling asleep next to him. It was a good thirty minute drive from one end of town to the other. The sky still not quite dark enough for fireworks when they arrived. Gently, Arlong jostled her awake.

“Mm, we’re here? Already?” Opal mumbled, rubbing her face and slowly getting out.

“Yep. Grab a blanket while I get some drinks. We can watch from the porch.” Arlong told her, hopping out to grab supplies. Opal close behind as she made her way to the hallway closet for her favorite quilt.

Arlong considered the drinks in the fridge, ultimately choosing sodas in glass bottles.

To his amusement, Opal chose to sit on the bench that rocked. Something he wasn’t surprised by considering he got it for her specifically. Scraps of fabric hanging from the bar that would usually hold an awning if he hadn’t installed in on his covered porch. Now it was just for decoration. He held out a bottle and she took it, excitedly patting the bench next to her as she fussed with the blanket over her shoulders.

Instead, Arlong picked her up and settled her on his lap, leaning back and rocking with his heels. Opal laughed, relaxing against his chest as the night sky finally shifted to a dark blue. Any minute now, the fireworks would start up. He’d funded them personally this year to ensure they were good. Almost literally burning money but he found that it was worth it to ‘waste’ money on events. It just made the next year even bigger and brought in more money to the whole town as their reputation grew.

Opal shifted, pulling the blanket out from under her to settle in on her lap.

Suddenly, Arlong was aware of a whole different issue.

Opal was short—very short compared to him. But not quite small. Generous curves and soft lines that helped Arlong not feel like he was handling a porcelain doll when he picked her up. When he first really started growing, he lorded his height over her often as a joke but he just… kept growing. Taller and taller until she was just so small next to him.

And he really liked that.

Really really liked that. It felt good to know his hand could almost go around her entire thigh. His arms thicker than her leg, including her hips. Hard muscle molding soft curves to his liking.

Arlong slipped his arms around her waist, letting his palm rest over her stomach, partially obscured by the quilt, and reminded himself that he shouldn’t squeeze or pull her closer. Mindfully, he relaxed his arms, letting them slip down a little lower as she sighed.

A loud snap echoed across the sky and lights exploded in the air. A colorful shower of red and blue sparks as the fireworks show began.

Arlong flinched, having momentarily forgotten why they were there. His rough hands reflexively squeezing her soft thigh and stomach.

In the dead quiet after the explosion, Arlong could clearly hear the soft moan of surprise. A very loud moan, actually.

“S-Sorry! You startled me!” Opal apologized quickly. Too quickly.

Arlong felt excitement race through his veins, a smirk growing.

“You have nothing to apologize for. I shouldn’t be man handling you like this, anyway.” Arlong slowly pulled his hands away and grinned when he felt her hands grab his wrists.

“It’s fine--!” Another explosion with crackling glitter littering the skyline.

Arlong curled forward a little, crowding into her space.

“You don’t think it’s inappropriate for me to be grabbing you like this?” Arlong asked softly into her hair, sea salt and sandalwood drifting into his nose. Arlong waited for another explosion to rock the sky and squeezed her thigh.

Right on cue, Opal moaned in the silent space after green fire lit up the sky.

“…Do you like this, Opal? Do you like me touching you?” Arlong asked. But he already knew the answer. He could feel how hot she was under his hands.

“…yes.” Opal sighed breathlessly.

Arlong slowly ran his hands back over her body, pulling her against his chest as he leaned back. Dragging up her tank top to feel her skin under his hands. Her heart thundering beneath his palm as he cupped her breasts. She panted and whined, actively helping him remove her shirt. Every explosion followed by a small flinch from the sound.

“So pretty for me. Finally get to touch you like I’ve been craving. You’re not scared, are you?” Arlong asked, drumming his fingers just over the band of her shorts.

“No, why would I be?” Opal asked breathlessly as Arlong tossed aside her bra. He fondling her breast for a moment, rolling her nipple as he kissed her bare shoulder.

He took her hand in his and spread out his fingers wide, her hand dwarfed in his.

“You’re so delicate compared to me, baby. I could ruin you.” Arlong clenched his hand around her fist, completely obscuring it.

“Please~” Opal moaned, squeaking in embarrassment as Arlong laughed. Dark, heavy pleasure settling low in his bones, his cock twitching with interest.

He chuckled, lifting up her hand and uncurling his fist to kiss her knuckles.

“With pleasure~” Arlong purred, grabbing her other hand to hold them together. He lifted them up high and plucked a thick piece of fabric from the overhead bar that would usually brush his head when he sat down. Tying it in a firm knot around her wrists was easy, though it forced her to arch over his chest—he was hardly complaining.

Several fireworks exploded in the air as he used his now free hands to tease her. Petting her sides and lifting her breasts in his hands as she squirmed uselessly. Moaning up at him when he teased them before moving to her waist. He made quick work of her shorts, shoving them down her thighs along with her panties.

He freed his cock and laughed as her thighs trembled around it, her pussy quickly drenching him.

“I should have done this years ago. You look so cute dripping on my cock. Excited, aren’t you? Thought you’d be scared when you saw me but you just want more, don’t you?” Arlong slid his hands under her hot thighs and lifted them up to her chest, kissing her temple as he rocked the bench slowly. Grinding her against his cock as she was pulled up. “You look like a toy. Does it feel good, baby?” Arlong asked, well aware it did from how she trembled in his arms, gasping for air while she drooled over his cock.

“Y-Yes! O-Oh, Arlo-aahn~!” Opal cried out, breath stuttering as she drenched him.

“My cute little mess, you’re missing the show~” Arlong teased as she squeezed her eyes shut. Arlong lifted her up more, cock slipping against her ass as he lowered her into place. The tip catching on her cunt, sliding right in from how wet she was. “Can you feel it—nngh!—I sure can, you’re so damn tight. Relax. You can’t take it if you don’t relax.” Arlong chided her as he grunted, slowly feeding her pussy more of his thick cock.

Cream oozed out with every inch, forced out by his cock’s relentless encroachment. Not helped by her jerking movements that fucked her on his cock erratically.

“Ah-hhahh~! Oh! F-Fuck~!” Opal moaned as he finally sank in as deep as he could go, cock grinding against her walls. She hung over his chest helplessly, voice drowned out by the explosions across town.

Arlong panted, squeezing her thighs before letting go. She hung there, unable to sink deeper despite not quite taking his whole cock. Shifting his legs, Arlong braced himself and thrust up his hips.

Opal screamed out, her entire body bouncing to his pleasure.

Grinning, Arlong rocked forward, dragging her off his cock a few inches before leaning back. She slid into place further down as he laughed.

“What a pretty look for you~” Arlong sighed, rubbing his hands over her sweaty body. “But you can take more, can’t you? I just feel so generous—indulge yourself~” Arlong asked, though he didn’t wait before lifting his hips up again. Her ass met his thighs with a startled gasp, his hands pinching and rolling her breasts as he started a steady rhythm. She still had a couple of inches to go and he wanted her to feel every inch.

Leaning forward slowly, dragging out his cock before rolling back, lifting his hips to hilt into her quivering pussy when she had the most slack. She still bounced on his lap, cunt struggling to take him. The bench creaking beneath them as he used it to fuck her. Fireworks puncturing the air as they panted. He tried to go slowly, but she felt so good he started throwing himself back harder for a chance to hilt faster.

Steadily, she took more and more of his cock as she adjusted to his size.

“A-Aaaarlong~! O-Oh! Oh! A-aaahhn~!” Opal threw back her head, jerking her arms against the tie as she came. Squeezing his cock so hard he hissed and slammed back the bench to hilt. His legs shuddered and he swiftly pulled out, dragging out a startled scream as he came over her chest.

They panted, Arlong falling back as the fireworks show reached a fever pitch. Unsteadily, he reached up and loosened the knot, letting her fall onto his lap completely with a breathless laugh.

“Such a good girl for me… you like the show?” Arlong chuckled, head rolling back as the cool night air drifted over their heated bodies.

Opal moved, sitting up and gripping his thighs before slamming down onto his lap—taking his cock to the hilt.

“Y-Yes!” Opal shuddered, Arlong’s hands slamming over her waist.

He grinned, barely glancing at the bright sky filled with crackles and explosions.

“Then I guess it’s time for an encore.” Arlong conceded, lifting her up to slam back down with a wet smack.

[switchingfandomslikecrazy]

One Piece officially overtook my brain and while everyone is simping over Zoro and Sanji, my brain just decided Arlong is the (fish)man to simp over.

So, of course, my brain made up an oc for it. Here she is: Mizuki

There is barely any story to it. Its really just my brain telling me to draw and I follow its command.

But a few details about her:

- She always carries her notebook with her. Its filled with sketches of sea creatures and notes about them.

- As a marine biologist, she wants to document all the sea creatures.

- She gets sunburnt very easily, either because she forgets suncream or she stays in the sun too long.

- Mizuki has glasses but only really uses them for reading or making notes in her book (even though she would need them more than only for reading)

- She gives the crew quite a few scares when she randomly jumps over board to check out random stuff in the ocean.

- Therefore she always wears a bikini and clothes to jump out of quickly if she decided to go for a swim randomly.

- The necklace she has is a tiger shark tooth. When she was a child her father (a fisher) and her found a tiger shark with a hook stuck in its mouth. They freed it but during the help, it lost a tooth that she kept. Since then she wanted to learn more about the ocean and its creatures.