#not much I can say other than

[deathbyclown]

Pushback Pairing: Buggy x Crocodile Rating: Explicit Words: 3000

Summary: The moment immediately after episode 1116, where Buggy announces he’ll pursue the One Piece! Buggy and Crocodile fight and…well…it turns into something else…

Warnings: spit as lube, extremely dubious consent, fighting, blood, body horror(small), name-calling (f**got drop by both of them, in case that's not ur thing)

AO3 Link 

“I can’t believe you!” Crocodile yanked Buggy up by his hair, who winced but kept a defiant pout on his face. Crocodile bit down on his cigar in irritation and he brought Buggy’s head up nearly to eye level. Tears streamed down Buggy’s face, but he still maintained eye contact, his jaw clenched. 

“Well? Do you have anything to say for yourself?” He said with barely restrained anger in his voice, shaking Buggy’s head. 

“I’m going to obtain the One Piece and become King of the Pirates! And you can either kill me or join me!” Buggy spit the blood welling in his mouth at Crocodile. He turned his head at the last second, the glob of bloody spit landing on his cheek. 

“Motherfucker!” Crocodile wiped off his cheek and slammed the rounded part of his hook into Buggy’s jaw, glaring daggers at him, who did not wither under his gaze like he thought he would. Did this clown really think he could become the King of the Pirates? How delusional. 

“Think you can act tough and that’ll be enough? Fine, big shot! Go ahead, prove yourself to me!” He let go of Buggy’s head, expecting it to fall to the floor, but Buggy continued to float, staring at him with that determined look, his lip wobbling, his eyes wet and shiny. 

Oh, Crocodile was going to enjoy breaking him. He grabbed Buggy’s body and undid the restraints, letting him return to his head. 

“This is hardly wise.” Mihawk warned, watching them with his arms crossed. 

“If you don’t like it, you can leave.” Crocodile snapped, tossing his coat onto a chair. He approached Buggy, looming over him but Buggy stretched himself to be just above Crocodile’s eyeline, forcing him to look up. Bastard. 

“You’re just pissy because I’m gonna be king!” 

The vein in Crocodile’s forehead pulsed and he clenched his fist, wishing it was wrapped around Buggy’s neck. 

“Don’t egg him on, clown.” Mihawk drawled.

“Fight me like your life depends on it. Understand?” Crocodile gave Buggy a merciless grin. He shrunk slightly and swallowed hard, Crocodile unintentionally tracking the bobbing of his throat. 

“I don’t agree with this, Crocodile. It will make us look incompetent if we kill him.” Mihawk reasoned, stepping closer to the pair of them. 

“I said you could leave, Hawkeye.” Crocodile said coldly, eyes never leaving Buggy’s face. 

Mihawk took a few steps, then paused next to Crocodile. “If you kill him, consider my association with Cross Guild terminated.” He said firmly, a final warning before he left, closing the door behind him. 

“Hey! You don’t think I can take Crocodile?” Buggy shouted after Mihawk. 

Crocodile scoffed aloud. He wasn’t stupid. He wouldn’t kill the clown. He just wanted to humiliate him, wanted to embarrass him so badly that he took back what he said about pursuing the One Piece. The best way to do that was to show him how weak and pathetic he really was. This idiot obviously forgot his place and he was in need of a reminder. 

“Well? What are you waiting for? If you want the One Piece so badly, attack me, show me how strong you are.” He taunted, inviting Buggy to attack him with a gesture from his hand. 

Buggy grit his teeth and launched his fists at Crocodile’s chest, both of them making wimpy contact. Crocodile’s sandy body absorbed such little impact from Buggy that he wondered if he even needed to bother turning into sand in the first place. Crocodile laughed, low and mocking. “What was that? Are you even trying?” 

“Fuck you!!” Buggy yelled, his hands shooting up to Crocodile’s face, his gloved fingers hooked into his mouth, yanking the skin, making him drop his cigar. Crocodile grabbed both hands from his face with a swipe of his large hand and tossed them away, growling in annoyance. 

“What are you? A child? Ooof!” Crocodile bent forward, surprised as Buggy headbutted his midsection. How the hell did he do that? He definitely didn’t use haki. Water? 

Crocodile looked down at Buggy but immediately got a face full of his hair. Buggy’s head shot up and Crocodile felt his nose crack and he hissed at the sudden pain. Buggy wasn’t powerful enough to cause him any real damage, but it was enough to piss him off further. Crocodile grabbed Buggy with his hook, impaling him through his face and slammed him down on the floor, dazing him, his body falling on its butt. 

“You think you’re real clever, huh?” Crocodile seethed, breathing heavily through his mouth, his nose gushing blood. He stood and snapped his nose back into place, wiping away the excess blood with his hand and smearing it on his pants.

“Clever enough to make you bleed, idiot!” Buggy spit, his head squirming on Crocodile’s hook, trying to free himself. 

This clown really knew how to get under his skin. That hot wash of anger put a fire in him; he wanted to hurt Buggy, to make him submit, to make him understand he could never measure up. 

“I’m not the one with their ass on the ground, dipshit.”  

“Shut up!! Asshole!!” Buggy shouted, slipping free from Crocodile’s hook,  floating away from him and then zooming toward Crocodile once again.  

He rolled his eyes. Pathetic. Crocodile easily avoided him, taking a step back, but there was something behind him and he stumbled, his arms circling comically in the air as he tried to catch himself, taking another step back to try and regain his balance, but his foot slipped against something and he fell. 

His back turned to sand before he hit the ground, but still felt the shock of the impact.  He grit his teeth and tried to regain his bearings. What the hell just happened? He glanced behind him and saw Buggy’s body on its hands and knees. Crocodile let out a frustrated growl. He’d tear Buggy apart for his stupid antics. 

Before Crocodile could move, Buggy sat down on his chest, his body fully back together. He wasted no time in attacking Crocodile, slamming his fists on his face, making contact from the residual blood wetting his skin. Buggy pummeled him relentlessly, lost in a sort of bloodlust, his punches not overly painful but still damaging him nonetheless. 

Crocodile shoved Buggy off of him and reversed their positions. He pushed Buggy’s back to the floor, pinning his hands above him with the sharp point of his hook. Buggy cursed and squirmed under him as Crocodile bent over him, pushing him into the ground. Buggy wrapped his legs around Crocodile’s hips, trying to squeeze him, to maneuver him off, as if that would work. 

Crocodile raised his fist, ready to return the beating Buggy tried to give him when he felt Buggy’s hard dick poking against his belly. He paused and glanced down, thrown by the sight of Buggy’s erection tenting his stupid red onesie. 

“Getting hard from making me bleed?” Crocodile sneered. 

Buggy’s face turned bright red and he squirmed under Crocodile, trying to drop his legs, but they stayed open and splayed out, his ass resting on Crocodile’s thighs. 

“Sh-shut up! It’s just from the heat of battle, dumbass!” He snapped, refusing to make eye contact with him. 

Crocodile scoffed. “Heat of battle? I’ve been in real battles before and I think you’re just a pervert, getting off on feeling like a tough guy.” He pushed Buggy harder into the floor with his body weight, his hand tracing over Buggy’s erection. 

He had no room to talk because he’d been hard this entire time. He couldn’t help it. Beating Buggy like this? It did something for him. But Buggy pushing back, making him work for a punishment? He was at full-mast from the moment Buggy snapped, but he hid it better than Buggy did. And if they were both hard? Crocodile couldn’t help but take advantage of the heat of the moment. 

He gripped Buggy’s dick, stroking him harder than necessary. Buggy groaned, his legs squeezing around his hips. 

“F-fuck you! You’re just a bully!” Buggy bit off a moan, panting as Crocodile stroked him faster. 

“Yeah? You look like you’re getting off to this, faggot.” Crocodile grinned tauntingly, pressing his own erection against Buggy’s ass. 

Buggy whimpered, his hips jumping, his ass grinding down on Crocodile’s cock. 

“You.” Buggy panted, “you’re the fag. I bet you want to fuck me, sick old man.” 

Crocodile grabbed Buggy’s hip with his free hand and thrust forward, humping Buggy’s ass. 

“It’s obvious you want it. No need to play games. Go ahead and beg me for it. Beg for my cock.”  

“Fucker.” Buggy hissed, biting his lip, stifling a moan as Crocodile picked up speed, dry humping him, simulating sex. 

Crocodile chuckled, bringing his hook to Buggy’s abdomen, using his hand to pull Buggy’s hands free and tossed them to the side. He tore open Buggy’s clothes, ripping and shredding until he was bare, scraps of fabric piled around him. 

Buggy’s hands shot forward to cover Crocodile’ eyes, his arms shoving at his shoulders. 

“Asshole! Those clothes are expensive! And who said you could look at me naked!?” Buggy growled, but Crocodile felt his feet rubbing his dick over his pants. Crocodile just smirked, reaching down to unbutton his pants, freeing his aching cock with a practiced hand. He heard Buggy gasp, his hands falling away from Crocodile’s eyes. 

Crocodile hungrily looked over Buggy’s naked body. He was bruised, some parts of him swollen, his body fuzzy and soft. His appetite swelled looking over Buggy, seeing how much of his mark he’s already left on him. He wanted to leave more, wanted to mark him with his hands and teeth and lips and tongue. He wanted Buggy to think only about him later when he looked in the mirror. 

He was pulled out of his lustful staring by Buggy ripping open his vest, every button popping off. Crocodile grabbed Buggy by the neck and pinned him down, getting in his face. 

“What do you think you’re doing?!” He snapped.

He gave Crocodile an impish smile, “You should be naked, too, coward.” Buggy whispered hoarsely, his face turning purple. Crocodile growled in frustration, slamming Buggy’s head down once on the floor. 

“You’re gonna regret that.” Crocodile promised, pulling off his useless vest and unbuttoning his shirt. Buggy’s hands grabbed his shirt and pulled it open too, all the buttons popping off, a shit-eating grin on his face. Fucking cunt . 

Crocodile grabbed one of Buggy’s hands and ripped off the glove, shoving his bare hand into Buggy’s mouth. He did the same with the other and held the hands there with his own. Buggy choked and gagged, eyes widening in fear, saliva dribbling and bubbling against Crocodile’s hand. Crocodile swallowed down a moan, his cock twitching, aching to be touched, as he watched Buggy struggle.

He let go.

“Get yourself ready or I’ll fuck you dry.” He threatened, pushing down his pants. 

“Don’t tell me what to do!” Buggy hissed, his spit slick fingers zooming between his legs, pressing into himself. 

Crocodile grabbed Buggy’s hair hard, pulling him up, making Buggy disconnect his head. How dare this little shit talk back to him. Crocodile smashed their lips together, licking and sucking at Buggy’s mouth. He could taste blood, his own, from Buggy’s lips. Metallic, the taste of it unmistakable.

Buggy bit him, as if looking for more blood, and Crocodile bit him back, harder, wishing he could make him bleed, but his teeth sank into flesh that parted easily. He spit out the part of lip he bit off Buggy’s face. 

“You’re so disgusting.” He huffed into Buggy’s mouth, his lip already reattaching to his face. Crocodile pushed in his tongue, licking and curling around Buggy’s. Buggy whined in the back of his throat, his tongue struggling against Crocodile’s overwhelming force. Feeling his tongue lick and push at him made him want it elsewhere. Crocodile pulled Buggy away and brought his head down to face his jutting cock.

He rubbed his dick over Buggy’s face, and Buggy groaned in pain and pleasure, his heavy dick bumping into his swollen bruises. 

“Open up.” Crocodile commanded, brushing his cock over Buggy’s partially parted lips. Buggy blew a raspberry instead. 

“I’ll bite you. I’ll chomp your dick off.” Buggy threatened, his pupils dilated, dark and shiny. 

“Oh? Will you? Should I break your teeth? I can pull them out one by one if you’d prefer.” Crocodile offered, looking down menacingly at Buggy, pressing the hard metal curve of his hook into his mouth. 

Buggy sucked in a breath and parted his lips, submitting to Crocodile. He licked the metal pushing into his mouth, sucking it with a moan. 

“I thought so.” Crocodile breathed, pulling away his hook and pushing his dick into Buggy’s open mouth. He groaned softly at the feeling of Buggy’s hot wet tongue licking over him, pulling him in. Buggy swallowed him deeper, his lips tight around him, struggling to accommodate Crocodile’s size. 

“That’s right. You like being my bitch, don’t you? Don’t forget who’s in charge.”  

Buggy grumbled around his dick and Crocodile shoved himself further into his mouth, making him choke.  

Crocodile’s eyes flitted over to Buggy’s body, his hand furiously stroking himself while his other was four fingers deep inside of his ass. Molten lust curled in his belly at the sight and he pulled Buggy from his dick, tossing his head over to his body.  

 “I’m the emperor here, y’know! So, you’re lucky I’m letting you fuck me!” Buggy yelled at him as his head settled back on his shoulders. 

Crocodile grabbed Buggy’s legs, ignoring his little tirade, and pulled the naked clown to him, bending him in half. He pulled away Buggy’s hands, gathered a glob of spit and let it drop into Buggy’s twitching hole. He pushed a finger inside him, hot and tight, but stretched enough that he’d be able to take his dick. He spit into Buggy’s hole once more and pressed the head of his dick to him, slowly pressing in, Buggy swallowing him easily. 

“You’re the one who’s lucky, clown.” Crocodile gruffed, his teeth clenched as he sunk deeper inside of him. Fucking hell, he was so tight. His blood burned, the feeling of Buggy twitching around him was driving him wild. He pulled out and thrust in sharply, making Buggy cry out, his hands shooting to Crocodile’s hips, clawing at the skin. 

He did it again, pushing in even deeper with every rough thrust until he bottomed out. 

“Oh god!” Buggy cried, tears falling down his cheeks, his muscles clenched tight. Crocodile groaned, bending forward to lick the tears from his face, his hips moving quickly. 

“Crying from pleasure? Just wait until I make you cum. You’ll be praising me more than god.” 

“Y-you wish! Flashy bastard!” Buggy tried to act tough but broke whatever flimsy façade he was putting on by moaning. “I don’t even think you’ll last long enough t-to make me cum, horny old man.” Buggy gasped, his eyes fluttering shut as Crocodile changed angles and wrapped a hand around his dick.

Stupid blustering clown. Crocodile leaned over him and bit his neck, sucking his pulse point, tasting his salty skin. His mouth trailed over his neck and chest, biting and sucking hickies over any unmarked skin, leaving little red welts that would purple soon, decorating Buggy’s body. 

Buggy whined the whole time, his hands clawing at Crocodile’s back, leaving hot red lines. “Croc! I hate you so much! Haven’t you left enough marks on me?” Buggy complained, his voice high and breathy. Crocodile smiled into his skin, sucking one more large hickie onto his neck, then pulled back, his lips pink and puffy. 

“I can’t let you forget who you belong to, can I?” Crocodile pushed into him as deep as he could go, pulling out and slamming back in, moving faster, making Buggy claw at his back. 

“Ah ah ah! Croc! Fuck!” Buggy cried, his body pulled taut. 

“That’s it! Tell me who owns you.” Crocodile growled, pounding into Buggy, jolting him with every thrust. 

“Y-you! Oh god! Crocodile!” His voice broke off into a whine, his eyes rolled back, and his nails dug into Crocodile’s skin hard enough to make him bleed. Buggy’s cock twitched, cumming hard enough to shoot semen across his chest and onto his chin and cheek. 

“Yes.” He breathed, his eyes sliding closed in pleasure, his hand gripping Buggy’s hip hard enough to bruise. Finally. Buggy’s breaking point. It was unbelievably satisfying to hear, to feel.

He slammed his hips into Buggy, filling him with his thick cum. Buggy whimpered as he felt the hot gush of semen, twitching around Crocodile’s dick. He thrust a few more times just to make sure Buggy really felt it all.

He slowly pulled out, ensuring that his cum would dribble out of Buggy, and wiped his dick against Buggy’s leg. Then he grabbed one of the scraps of Buggy’s clothes and cleaned it off properly, tossing the used fabric onto Buggy’s chest. 

“Asshole!” Buggy panted, his body pink, shiny with sweat, covered in bruises. Crocodile looked over him as he pulled up his underwear and pants. He looked good like this, fucked out, covered in cum, and laying at his feet. He put on the ripped shirt and vest, pulling his coat over top and buttoning it closed to hide his bare chest. He slicked back his hair, wiped his face with a handkerchief, and pulled out a cigar, lighting it, and took a pleasurable puff. He started to leave when he felt Buggy’s hand pull at his shoulder. 

“Hey! Wait a minute!! I don’t have any clothes! Gimme some of yours!” Buggy pleaded, attempting to stand, but chopped his legs at the ankles, his legs too wobbly to support his weight. 

Crocodile looked him up and down, blowing out a puff a smoke. 

 “No.” He said with a smile, leaving the meeting room with Buggy calling after him, cursing him as he closed the door behind him. Mihawk leaned against the wall next to the doorway. 

“Well. You didn’t kill him, but I can’t say I feel much better about what you two did in there.” 

Crocodile huffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I just reminded him who’s boss.” He strode away, leaving Mihawk to deal with the naked Buggy who nervously peeked his head out from the door. 

[chloesimaginationthings]

These clown animatronics in FNAF wild as hell..

[brainrotcharacters]

the easy grip on the knife. the leg over the seat. the hand over the other seat. the sassy "come get it" move. you know the bitch is smiling behind that mask even as he said the line.

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

Still frames/Individual gifs:

If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way

[sameboot]

Simon petrikov coping FAIL compilation

[percypaints]

Trump survived. Here's what will happen.

Every media, news outlet will be showing this photo. Not of a convicted felon who was impeached, who summoned violent terrorists to the white house, who sexually assaulted many women, but of a survivor, a hero.

And Trump will win 2024. The Alt Right and his MAGA supporters will see this and be more motivated than ever to vote Trump. Centrists will see this and think "the left is so much more extreme than the right" and vote Trump. Fuck, even liberals, after seeing Bidens disastrous debate performance might vote trump. In their eyes, he's a survivor now, he's strong now, he's worthy now. If you don't believe me, wait and see the top comments of news articles, the Reddit posts, the twitter quote tweets.

It isn't if Trump wins, it's when Trump wins, Ukraine is Fucked. Palestine is extra Fucked. And of course, America is absolutely Fucked.

I don't like Biden, but Americans have to remember: you live in a two-party system.

It is Biden or Trump.

And I'd much much rather an old husk of a man that has done so much good for trans rights, social policies, and human rights in general, than Trump. Yes, Biden has sent aids to Israel. Do you think Trump won't do the same? Do you think Trump won't do worse?

"Vote for a third party, they're both awful" you might say. Come on, be realistic. This is about holding the line against fascism. It is going to be way WAY easier to change the system when you're up against milk toast Joe than an actual dictator. So,

For the love of god, vote Biden in Novermber.

[daranatsus]

How about Mirabelle and Siffrin reading together?

Sleepy late night monster novel talk

[hinamie]

ik i've done like 5 panel redraws from 265 alone but this is the last one promise

[inkskinned]

you were raised in comparison.

it wasn't always obvious (well. except for the times that it was), but you internalized it young. you had to eat what you didn't like, other people are going hungry, and you should be grateful. you had to suck it up and walk on the twisted ankle, it wasn't broken, you were just being a baby. you were never actually suffering, people obviously had it worse than you did.

you had a roof over your head - imagine! with the way you behaved, with how you talked back to your parents? you're lucky they didn't kick you out on your ass. they had friends who had to deal with that. hell, you have friends who had to deal with that. and how dare you imply your father isn't there for you - just because he doesn't ever actually talk to you and just because he's completely emotionally checked out of your life doesn't mean you're not fucking lucky. think about your cousins, who don't even get to speak to their dad. so what if yours has a mean streak; is aggressive and rude. at least you have a father to be rude to you.

you really think you're hurting? you were raised in a home! you had access to clean water! you never so much as came close to experiencing a real problem. sure, okay. you have this "mental illness" thing, but teenagers are always depressed, right. it's a phase, you'll move on with your life.

what do you mean you feel burnt out at work. what do you mean you mean you never "formed healthy coping mechanisms?" we raised you better than that. you were supposed to just shoulder through things. to hold yourself to high expectations. "burning out" is for people with real jobs and real stress. burnout is for people who have sick kids and people who have high-paying jobs and people who are actually experiencing something difficult. recently you almost cried because you couldn't find your fucking car keys. you just have lost your sense of gratitude, and honestly, we're kind of hurt. we tell you we love you, isn't that enough? if you want us to stick around, you need to be better about proving it. you need to shut up about how your mental health is ruined.

it could be worse! what if you were actually experiencing executive dysfunction. if you were really actually sick, would you even be able to look at things on the internet about it? you just spend too much time on webMD. you just like to freak yourself out and feel like you belong to something. you just like playing the victim. this is always how you have been - you've always been so fucking dramatic. you have no idea how good you have it - you're too fucking sensitive.

you were like, maybe too good of a kid. unwilling to make a real fuss. and the whole time - the little points, the little validations - they went unnoticed. it isn't that you were looking for love, specifically - more like you'd just wanted any one person to actually listen. that was all you'd really need. you just needed to be witnessed. it wasn't that you couldn't withstand the burden, but you did want to know that anyone was watching. these days, you are so accustomed to the idea of comparison - you don't even think you belong in your own communities. someone always fits better than you do. you're always the outlier. they made these places safe, and then you go in, and you are just not... quite the same way that would actually-fit.

you watch the little white ocean of your numbness lap at your ankles. the tide has been coming in for a while, you need to do something about it. what you want to do is take a nap. what you want to do is develop some kind of time machine - it's not like you want your life to stop, not completely, but it would really nice if you could just get everything to freeze, just for a little while, just until you're finished resting. but at least you're not the worst you've been. at least you have anything. you're so fucking lucky. do you have any concept of the amount of global suffering?

a little ant dies at the side of your kitchen sink. you look at its strange chitinous body and think - if you could just somehow convince yourself it is enough, it will finally be enough and you can be happy. no changes will have to be made. you just need to remember what you could lose. what is still precious to you.

you can't stop staring at the ant. you could be an ant instead of a person, that is how lucky you are. it's just - you didn't know the name of the ant, did you. it's just - ants spend their whole life working, and never complain. never pull the car over to weep.

it's just - when it died, it curled up into a tight little ball.

something kind of uncomfortable: you do that when you sleep.

[egophiliac]

@enderfore replied to your post “What do you think of Rook's savanaclaw card? <333”:

Chenya pic where???? I can barely see anything in that room there so much going on, rooks such a lil freak (affectionatr)

​he's under the row of flags on Neige's side of the room, next to the big Neige poster with the yellow background (look just to the right of the hand holding the apple)! he's REAL little; once you know he's there you can kind of see him in-game, but I only noticed him in the first place because I took a screenshot and was having fun zooming in on all the details!

I think that's either Hop or Snick and Dominic on either side of Neige, but if the others are meant to be anyone in particular I don't recognize 'em. though I do love all the absolutely terrifying implications of Rook having this. was this some kind of officially-published merchandise (and if so, why) or did Rook like...go hunting through the RSA trash to find this random student lineup just because it included Neige, and has had it hanging proudly on the wall ever since. (I mean, he definitely did do this, I don't know why I'm asking. the real question is why he hasn't cut out little pictures of his own face and stuck them over everyone else's yet.)

there is seriously SO MUCH in this room. how did Rook manage to keep this hidden for three years. also, somebody give this background artist a raise immediately.

[tea-n-ink]

Homesickness is where the heart is

[justaz]

merlin (immortal) giving arthur (pendragon) the only blade that could kill him

[fluentisonus]

(typing this as I walk to work so this is not articulate but) thinking a lot abt how les mis w javert sort of. hm. questions? problematizes? the Idea of dogs & the domestication of dogs (metaphorically ofc) like it sort of looks past the 'man's best friend' angle entirely & makes you think things like. kind of fucked up of humans [the social order] to domesticate the wolf [person outside of society for whatever reason] expressly to turn against & cause harm to other wolves in order to keep them out [away from respectable society] & keep themselves safe but never truly consider it an equal [it'll always just be a dog]. kind of fucked up that the dog finds enjoyment & life's purpose in this

[seefasterdraws]

from the homumiko mines

[aliettali]

out of your friends which are you?! (skilltobers 13, 15, 16, 17, 18)

[ladyloveandjustice]

I was stubbornly not wanting to cry at dandadan I was like "single mom doing sex work supporting her child backstory! obviously some guys are gonna come attack her and her kid will die or be taken I've seen this I refuse to cry for this basic ass woman suffers story wanting to tug my heartstrings I REFUSE"

but then it was so well directed and Momo's reaction and the hug and "to a kinder world" and I cried anyway. you win this one dandadan.