#fishman x reader

[sloppywritingmess]

Getting pregnant with a member of Arlong's crew HCs

Warnings: some nsfw parts, pregnancy kink, lactation

Okay, I know it's pretty non-specific. But let's say you work in Arlong Park (you decided it's better to work for stronger side. Or you're just down bad), cooking, cleaning etc. You like to pass the time sneaking away with fishmen, at least those eager to sleep with a filthy human (actually... not a dealbreaker for most of them). And one day, well, the consequences catch you. You're pregnant. You probably don't know who's a father (unless you strictly sticked to one lover).

When you admit your pregnancy, some of the crew members are confused and unsure. Because, well, somehow sleeping with a human and having kids with them are two completely different matters. Some, the more orthodox ones, are outwardly unhappy and propose to get rid of it. But most of the fishmen cheer at the news, especially after Arlong hears about it and announces that it's just a sign of putting humans in their place. Not all must be killed, some may prove themselves by carrying a fishmen's kid.

Even if you don't know yet who the father is, it actually feels like it's a kid of the whole crew. Perhaps you will learn it after birth, when you see the kid's appearance. But that's not certain, if I understand One Piece wiki well, genes of fishmen and merpeople also can skip generations, and sometimes a kid has traits of their far ancestors, like, father looks like a salmon, but gets a shark kid, after their great-great-great-great-grandfather.

Anyway, that doesn't discourage the crew. A potential child isn't a common occurrence in Arlong's Park. Besides, most of them focus on life of piracy and have no stable family waiting for them somewhere. So, well, it's a new kind of entertainment. They will have a new lil fishman, and some of them are actually excited to play fathers and teach the child whatever they know.

I have no idea if they have a doctor on a board, but I suppose at least one of them knows something about medicine. If not, they can just kidnap a human doctor to check on you, just in case.

You still have to do your duties, life isn't that perfect, but they get a little lighter. At least you don't have to carry heavy weights for now.

When I thought about fishmen and pregnancy, I remembered Dothraki from ASOIAF. And I'm not saying they go as far as making you eat a raw horse heart, but some of them may still focus on your diet, like yeah, you need to eat more meat, more everything, some of their specials, to make sure you will give birth to a strong child.

Also, from what I heard, most human-fishmen offspring look more like humans, with only some mild fishmen traits kept, but I suppose there are exceptions as well. And it's clear from the start that it's better for you if the child gets their appearance after a father. Human-looking child... well, it would be a disappointment and you would be pretty much on your own with it, if you wouldn't let them get rid of it.

An idea I read in one of @ofallthingsnasty fics, and I still really like, is Arlong starting to call you a cow once you get pregnant. And some of the crew also catch on to it. Because, in some sense, humans are like cattle to fishmen. Well, not all the pirates think about you like that, but many still like the nickname, even if they use it playfully.

Once you get round and heavy, and you start to waddle, there start happening more jabs about "weak, slow humans". Well, to be honest, fishwomen also get heavier and slower while pregnant, but you don't know about this, and they won't waste an occasion for some funny jokes, right?

If you're still up for it, your lover(s) keep visiting you until the birth. They are still horny, with aching balls, and few other possibilities to relieve that. Besides, while most simply don't mind your rounded state, a few learn that they are actually deeply into it, and the sight of your pregnant belly gets them hard.

And once you start lactating, many want to taste your milk (you're their little cow after all). Which is a bit problematic, because great deal of fishmen have terribly sharp teeth, so you have to watch them carefully, making sure that they won't get carried away and bite your sore nipples.

When you give birth, to a healthy fishman baby of course, there is a big excitement in Arlong's Park. If you can guess the father from the kid's appearance, the new dad beams with pride and gets congratulations from others. But whether you know the specific father or not, there's a party that night to celebrate a new member of the group. For some reason, getting a child with you isn't "mixing with inferior race" or "mixing with filthy human blood" anymore (as a few fishmen whispered before). Now everyone views it as a proof of victory over humans, since you work for the crew and bear them children. And, to be honest, it's mostly seen just as a joyful day - for an evening, political discourse is forgotten, and there's only happiness about their growing pirate family.

Also... once you heal, they want you pregnant again. The previous time, it may have been an accident, but now they saw the possibilities, and they are very eager for you to bear more children. First pro: they get more fishmen for their ranks. Second: they just like seeing you pregnant. So forget about contraceptives. Maybe they will even make a challenge, who's gonna impregnate you this time (Arlong tries hard, because as a leader, he has a priority to pass the shark genes).

[lumberingleviathan]

Fishman x Reader

Warnings: Lemon

Word count: 1124

They tell you the lower levels of the lab are off limits, that anyone caught down their will immediately be detained. It ought to dissuade you, but there’s no ignoring the soft lull of singing that crawls through the air vents. The way it always seems to find you, and no other. Musical notes all but manifesting against the bale of your neck, curling almost lazily like cigarette smoke. You made the mistake of asking about it once, and spent the next three days in a room with some higher ups.

Asking so many questions:

What did you hear?

When did you hear it?

What do you dream about?

How you give only vague answers, a creeping suspicion in your mind that they mean more harm than good. You took this job as a way to better the world, a hope that research into the creatures as yet unknown to the public could broker peace for them. Though the past few weeks have turned this dream sour in your mouth, how the facility seems to look at them as experiments, nothing more.

You remind yourself of this fact as she slide the cool plastic of a stolen ID card into the reader for the door that leads below surface level. How it glides open with a mechanical whirl of noise, and artificial air rushes to meet you. The hallways are muted steel, and sterile in appearance. When you step forward, and the door seals back behind you, you can’t help but feel entombed.

How anything that sounds as beautiful as it does live down here you can’t imagine. Each turn feels like an endless maze of similar looking corridors, and you free you’ve made a grave mistake. Until it finds you again, the sweet lull of someone’s voice, pitched low, and rich, and now each turn you take with purpose. A surety in your movements that causes your heart to pound reckless in your chest. Hummingbird like until the idea it might free itself from your ribs to reach your destination faster comes to mind.

You don’t know what you expect to find, but the enormous water tank isn’t it. It partially stands upwards, with water a murky teal, but you can see where it disappears down below- at least forty feet or so. A staircase winds down around it where you imagine scientists go to view something down there. The music has stopped though, and so have you, caught at the very edge of the glass- how thick it must be to hold so much water you can’t fathom. The air down here raises goosebumps, and the scent reminds you of the ocean.

The salt spray touch of it is almost intoxicating when you raise your hand towards the glass. Only to leap back with a yelp when a webbed hand slaps itself where yours once was. Slowly forming out of the murkiness the scaled body unveils itself. The scales are a deep indigo, and the large eyes set into his head look near liquid gold. The black of his lips peel away to show the sharpness of teeth, in what you think is a smile.

How the largeness of his pupils follow your every move, and your fingers brush back through your hair almost nervously. As if this creature can see all of you, beyond the lab coat, and the scrubs.

“Don’t you smell sweet.” His words seem to echo against the glass, muffling themselves as they go. It makes it so you have to lean up against it to hear him. The cold of the glass sinks through your clothes as you line yourself against it, head turned to press your ear near his mouth. His laughter sends a shiver down your spine, and there’s no ignoring the way your nipples seem to harden.

You want to blame the cold, but your gaze can’t help but notice the hand he’s palms down the glass now. Mimicking the movements of touching you, tracing the lines of you like he’s committing them to memory. “Aren’t you a bold one.” The gills at the sides of his neck seem to flutter, and his teeth snap in the water when you make a soft fluttering exhale. You’ve dreamt about him, like this, but more than this too. When it’s you in the water, what it might feel like to be touched. These are the things you don’t tell the guards, these are the things you keep secret in your heart.

“Won’t you let me see a little more?” You can’t tell if he’s teasing you or not, only that the moment seems surreal, and detached from the rest of this place. That your hands shake as you slip of your coat, before working the buttons of your shirt. Fabric pooling down by your feet when you press back up against the glass again.

“Such a sweet girl, so soft looking-“ he seems to grown in the water, and looking down you can see him shifting slightly. How a harder looking scales seem to open slowly, the heavy bob of his cock now pressing up against the glass as well. It looks almost emerald in color, the head of it pulsing, ridges seeming to vibrate down the length of him.

“The things I could do to you, precious one.” He’s cooing now, one webbed hand placing against the glass where your chest rests.  It feels like your pulse is trying to break through, if only it means getting closer. His other hand wrapping around himself, working in slow thrusts that make you whine.

That you want to touch, that you want to be touched. Your fingers seek down the twitch of your stomach with each breath. Spreading yourself, matching the pace he sets, until you’re all but writhing against the glass. Suddenly feverish, and sweat slick, all but begging for something, anything more than this.

“That’s it-“ he’s saying, and the musics in your head again, only this time it’s spreading warm through your veins. Blossoming heat beneath your skin until you swear it is his hand on you. It’s the spindly slick spread of his fingers burying themselves inside of you. How you break with a gasp of a noise, watching as he spills himself into the water. How it clouds before disappearing, and your pants keep up despite the stillness of everything else.

Above you a siren starts up, a flash of yellow lights, and you know you’ll need to leave now if you don’t want to be found out.

“Find me again, find me, and next time I’ll show you what I can really do.” How you rush to dress, his promise feeling like a spark in the core of you.

Next time.

[sloppywritingmess]

Chew x fem!reader

A/N: I suppose you can imagine some other fishmen instead if you like. I hope I didn't go ooc, bc I only watched live action and a few episodes of anime (not those with Arlong Park tho)

Not proofread, sorry for mistakes

Warnings: p in v, slight racism (fishmen against humans), degradation, breeding talk

Most people you knew probably wouldn't want to hang out with fishmen, and especially wouldn't want to serve a bunch of fishmen pirates on their island. But you didn't feel bad about that at all - in fact, right now, you really enjoyed it, being pounded in the kitchen.

Most of the Arlong's crew were outside, partying loudly. You stayed in the kitchen, to get some silence, and perhaps prepare something for them. You were cooking and running errands for them for some time now - ever since you offered your services, officially saying that it's to spare your family expenses. You didn't mention that you found fishmen attackers hot, and wanted to get close to them, no matter the cost. Sure, the beginnings were harsh, since all of them treated you with a mix of contempt and wariness, occasionally getting rougher with you. But it seemed that time changed that attitude a bit, and some of the pirates started accepting you. Maybe not as an equal, but as a pleasant companion.

Chew was definitely one of those. You started sleeping together some time ago, and this evening he sneaked behind you into the kitchen. At the beginning, he just sipped on his beer, while you chopped vegetables. He made some cocky comments and occasionally groped you, despite your warnings that if he keeps distracting you, you may cut off your finger.

It seemed that the warnings didn't work, because soon he pulled up your dress and grabbed your tits. You whimpered at the feel of his cold, wet hands on your skin. But you just carefully put away the knife, and arched into him. You started moving your hips and rubbing your ass against his crotch. Judging by his pants, and the feel of growing hardness, your technique was working. Chew leaned down and started placing wet kisses all over your neck and shoulder, nipping you occasionally. At the beginning of your stay here, his kisses felt a bit weird to you, considering his lips. But soon you started appreciating those big wet kisses, that often smelled like booze. They still tickled you, when he pushed his face into the crook of your neck, and made you giggle.

He kept groping and squeezing your tits for a moment longer, before grabbing your dress and pulling it over your head.

"Oh, come on" you looked back at him, though you seemed more giddy than annoyed. "What if someone walks in?"

Chew just grabbed you and lifted, effortlessly carrying you toward the table.

"For what? They have enough drinks there, no one is gonna need anything from the kitchen." He said, placing you back on the ground. "And if someone does, who cares? We're all the crewmates here, right?" He slapped your ass, and ordered:

"Now be a good little human, and crawl onto that table"

Honestly, you didn't really cared about witnesses either, so you obeyed. Chew maneuvered your body for a moment, until he had your pussy on a perfect level. He pulled down his pants, letting his hard cock spring free. He wasn't as hung as some other fishmen - especially those with double dicks - but still definitely bigger than humans. Fortunately, you were wet, and already gained some experience in taking fishmen's dick. You just let out a deep breath, as Chew slowly slided his whole length in. He groaned, closing his eyes.

"You're so nice and tight, honey"

Sometimes you wondered if the fishmen who flirted and slept with you, did so only because there were no women of their kind around. Well, to be specific, usually there were barely any women of any kind around. Well, you hoped that they found you even a bit pleasant and pretty. Sure, you accepted their fishmen supremacy theory, but still, you wouldn't want them to force themselves to get over their disgust for you just because their balls were full.

"Do you like it?" You asked, as Chew thrusted into you from behind. He had half-lidded eyes and seemed practically hazy from mix of booze and pleasure.

"Of course, sweetheart. You feel perfect" he panted out, not stopping his movement. The table was shaking under you, and you prayed that it will survive. You didn't want to explain to Arlong later, that you broke furniture, because his commander pounded you too hard. Fortunately, their politics against humans didn't include ban on interspecies fucking. At least fishmen didn't seem much concerned about it. Probably everyone knew that you already slept with some of them during your service, and it never gained you any hate, only some lewd comments and snickering.

"Mhm, show me the superiority of your race" you tried to sound tempting, but it was hard, when every thrust pushed out air from your lungs. Chew just chuckled and put his webbed hand on your head, pressing you into into the table.

"Do I really need to?" He teased. "I'm already fucking you on that table. And you seem to really like that, considering how easy you take my cock. You're practically dripping around it. You like it, right? Being fucked by a fishman, being stuffed with my cum? You like feeling useful, being able to serve the stronger kind?"

"I do" you mumbled, your voice slightly muffled by the wood. Chew loosened his grip on your head, so you could shift it and speak louder. "It's a honor... I love satisfying you... I wish you could breed me..."

The last words slipped out in the heat of the moment. Chew glanced at you surprised for a moment, but his thrusts didn't slow down. Instead he leaned lower, so you could feel his breath on his neck.

"Maybe one day. You can at least bear some fishmen for this world. I'll make you useful"

"As you please" you purred. He once again sucked onto your neck, nipping it lightly. You moaned.

"I'm gonna serve you-"

Your words were interrupted by the sound of opened doors. You and Chew immediately turned your heads back. Some fishman, that you didn't remember name of, stood there, with a bottle in hand. He was clearly surprised, but after a moment, he grinned.

"I just came to grab some snack, but I see you did it first... I wondered why you don't party, and here you play with our little human" Fishman chuckled. "She's a useful girl, I guess. Cooks well, and eager to take cocks. Maybe we should keep her after our victory."

"Fuck off" Chew huffed, despite his earlier declarations that >we're all crewmates here<. "And get out. I have something to finish"

"Oh, I can see that" fishman laughed and left.

"Do you think they are gonna talk about it, or it isn't that interesting?" I asked. I wasn't concerned about it, I was mostly curious about crew's opinions. Will they gossip about commander rutting with his favourite pet?

Chew just shrugged.

"Probably. They will talk a bit and get bored. What we were at?"

"Hmmm... I was just saying how I wanna serve fishmen and please you. And to pass your superior genes." I kept spilling sweet words, as Chew started his movements again. Judging by his cocky smirk, he was pleased. "Getting filled with your cum is the best thing I can achieve... you're so handsome, and strong... a great warrior"

"That's right, darling. You're smart for a human" he panted over you. You were used to this kind of jabs, and you knew that in your case, they usually had no malice. Besides, even though you wouldn't brag about it out loud, they often made you turned on and wet. But you knew that if your crewmates even heard about this, they would become insufferable. They would start talking even more shit about humans during dinners and parties, just to tease you. "Ha, y/n, is it true that you get all dripping, thinking about superior we are? Do you really like the thought of being pinned down a fishmen? Yeah, I'm sure that we're better than any human lover, but it's nice to see that you're aware we're over you. Serving a fishman is a honor for you. And you would get off on being our pet, huh?" Oh, fuck off. Yes, you would.

Chew eventually finished with a groan, and leaned over the table for a moment. Once he got down from his high, he straightened and pulled out. You squeezed your thighs, hoping that his sperm won't leak out of you. Fishman just chuckled at this sight.

"Don't worry, you can sneak out and bathe. But I don't think there's a need. You can go out, join the party. Crew will know you had fun." He took a swig from his bottle. "Just wash your hands if you wanna continue cooking"

[lumberingleviathan]

Fishman x Reader PT 2

Part one: Here

Word count: 1091

Warnings: Lemon

You can’t stop thinking about it no matter how hard you try. Even during the day your skin seems to remember the chill of glass against it. How odd to think of cold, and yet suddenly flash feverish. The way he looked at you, the tumbling low turn of his voice, coaxing you on. How removed the lab seems, his tank set off on its own; nothing but the sound of water lapping up against the sides of it.

That very sound feels like a hush behind your ears now, while you watch the upper floors of the building teem with security officials. Though word is no one has found out who tripped the alarms, and that the creature they keep far below has said little, and less.

You wonder if they know just how much there is to him- that he isn’t only a creature they dragged out of the depths. That you dream about him now, even a week later, and his promise of more. It’s this that drives you to risk a second visit, your steps seeming to pull you through the labyrinth of sterile looking halls. You think yourself lost after nearly an hour of trying to remember the turns that brought you to him.

The nameless one, the creature with slitted gold eyes, with scaled skin, and the foggy blue around him.

It’s then that you pull up short, the large metal door the same as it was last visit. Towering above you, how it strikes you as odd they haven’t locked it down- that the whole way here not a single security officer was to be seen. Just you, just the halls, and the thought of him plaguing every inch of you.

So much so that when the doors open, you know he’s waiting, scales gleaming where he perches at the lip of the tank. His color looks darker than you remember, how now it seems shades of ink splattered emeralds. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?” Your voice soft as you start up the stairs that wind around the large tank. His smile flashes a row of sharp teeth that makes your skin flush slightly.

The way he seems to look at you like you’re the only thing that might ever matter. Despite the fact it’s only your second meeting, how the memory of the first is enough to bring you in front of him. “Barely.” Comes his answer while webbed fingers curl around your ankle. His skin slick, smooth, cold in a way that seems to sink right through you. That you stand while his hand drifts upwards, pulling himself further out of the water where it sloshes forward wetting your shoes.

“Did you come for what I promised?” He asks, and the way his pupils fluctuate in size you think he’s teasing. A dark purple tongue seeming to unfurl from behind the cage of teeth, drawing at your ankle. A shiver chases your spine, and your lips part. There’s no use in lying, not when you already feel dampness growing between your legs. That he knows why you came, that maybe he’s known you’d always end up here.

Your fingers shake while they work the buttons of your dress, while he releases you, sinks back into the water. Appraised each movement of fabric that reveals more skin, “Do you want to be touched, is that it?” Now you know he’s teasing you, when he swims back further, motions for you to join him. Slipping lastly your shoes off, testing the water with just the tips of your toes. Surprise finds you with how decadently warm it feels, lowering yourself in while each moment has his eyes still glued to you.

Your breathe startles when he dives below, surfacing by slipping between your thighs. Drawing them apart so they settle on either side of his ribs when he leans back in the water. Floating you against his chest, how he seems to warm the longer he’s in contact. Your palms search out his shoulders where ridges of bone have fins that feel sturdy in place. Gently drawing along the slits at the sides of his neck. Watching them open, and close, fluttering more as you graze past them.

His hands search you as well, explore across your chest, pausing to toy with your nipple. The way fascinating reads in his expression watching it harden beneath his touch. The way you feel him growing stiff as well below you. You palm between you, feeling against the hard plate that shifts, draws open at the pressure of your hand. The length of him rigid, with grooves indenting at the sides of it. The way the head of him forms into a slight arch, the color flarring dark purple the more you stroke.

“I’m supposed to be touching you.” But his complain earn a moan that seems to gargle in the water. How he bucks upwards, and sinks you both more. His hands grab for your hips, pressing in as he pulls you under. Just as water covers over you, his mouth finds yours. That same ink colored tongue you saw before fills your mouth. Laps against the roof of your mouth, and how you wait for your lungs to burn, but it never comes.

The more his kisses become insistent, the less you think about anything but the feeling of it, of him. The creature well beyond any age you might know, who may well last past you as well. That for one moment you’ve become the center of him, his cock pressing against the slit of you. Your hair drifting behind you, and your fingers squeezing at the base of him.

How he pulls back far enough to watch your face when he takes his time pressing into you. Inch by inch, and his smile spreading wide at the way your body tilts back. The shapes you take in the water, made dancer by the way it buoys you both. The ridges of him drawing along within, each thrust earns a twist of your hips, mouth open. Taking in water yet somehow. Y his will never drowning on it.

There’s only the feeling, so full you think you’ll never know another. He curves over you, presses chest to chest. Heat blooms when he spills into you, the water wrapping around you both. How when he looks at you, it’s like being seen for the first time.

And you know you can’t let him waste away here.

You know you have to get him out.