#the buggy problem

[cadathecat]

don't worry y'all,, i will eat Buggy the clown for you.. he won't be around much longer..

[extrashortshorts]

So hawks can't kiss and neither can crocodiles. I feel bad for buggypillar.

[kabutoden]

could you draw tavros bug? I looked for him but couldn't find him :[

Thx! <3 :]

i keep thinking about this ask. tavros bug. tavros bug. there is he. i think hes complaining about how people keep telling him to grow up when he's objectively never going to get to do so.

tavros...

[muffymello]

Handsy

(Buggy the Clown x f!Reader)

A small-town shopkeep makes the biggest mistake of her life by capturing a weird-ass spider.

1.8k Words

Working in such a tiny shop had plenty of issues. Cramped spaces, not enough room for stock, no escape from whiny customers…

But, there were also upsides. Mainly that cleaning was easy, but today being able to spot a huge spider on one shelf with ease made it a lot easier to pick up an old shoebox to capture it in. You didn’t get a good look before snagging it, just shutting the box tight and sitting on it immediately. It was a good thing too, from the way it slammed against the box aggressively it would have had a chance of escaping if you hadn’t done so.

A few layers of tape and air holes in the box made your life a lot easier, customers and coworkers alike praising you for your bravery. You didn’t love bugs, but didn’t harbor the strong fears of many others towards the creepy crawlies common to your town. The coworker who had spotted it initially and screeched for your help was especially grateful, wishing you thanks and avoiding the box as you put it behind the register.

This wasn’t the only big event of the day, as you were in for a surprise when a tall, broad man in a colorful costume burst into the store. He seemed slightly frantic, one arm hidden beneath his cape as he waved the other wildly. He was eye-catching not only because of his height and loudness, but the clown makeup and neon blue hair he had. The pirate hat on his head alerted you to the possible danger of this man, and you gripped the dagger next to the register tightly just in case as you ushered your coworker into the back room.

“Excuse me there, doll,” The strange intruder sneered, making you wince a bit at the nickname. His smile was his best feature, you decided, but the condescending tone falling from his lips didn’t do much to help him. “Have you happened to see… any spare limbs around?” He muttered the last few words, cheeks going even redder than the makeup had set them to be.

“I- uh… not really, no?” You responded, trying to figure out if this was some weird joke. “Spare limbs… what do you really mean by that, sir?” The tone you used was respectful but awfully puzzled, having no clue what was going on. You swore you’d seen the pirate before, but you couldn’t put your finger on even such a recognizable face. He didn’t bother to answer your question, just grunting animatedly before swishing his cape and leaving. You could have sworn you saw a hand missing from his hidden arm, but it must have been a trick of light as his colorful apparel was almost painful to look at for too long.

Murmurs were shared amongst customers after he stormed out the front door, the name Buggy the Clown being tossed around continuously. As your coworker emerged, eyes wide, she looked quickly to the box now tucked neatly under the counter. You had planned to walk into the forest in the evening to set the creature free, but with the way she was looking at the box now you were worried for what she was about to say.

“Hey, um… did you happen to get a good look at the spider earlier?” She questioned, voice barely above a whisper as her face paled. You stepped towards her, ready to catch her in case she fainted. She looked awfully close to doing so, only growing paler at your next words. “Not really, just scooped it up in the box and called it a day. Why?”

“Do you- do you know who that was?” She now stuttered, panicked in every sense of the word. Her fear of spiders must’ve fully left her body in that instant as she grabbed the dagger to rip the tape from the box’s edge, lifting the lid to peer inside. She yelped before almost dropping the box, quickly clutching it to her chest to keep the lid shut as tightly as possible while yelling for you to tape it back up. This little scene didn’t catch much attention from customers, still caught up in their own conversations as the two of you freaked out behind the counter.

Once it was taped and back in its spot, you watched her sink to her knees and shiver. “What, what is it?” You demanded, now worried yourself. What did the spider have to do with the strange pirate, and why had it worked her up so much.

“You didn’t catch a spider at all… we should have been watching closer, oh god-” She babbled on, seemingly lost in her own head before snapping her head up to look you straight in the eye. “That clown has a 15 million berry bounty and is nothing to scoff at- and we just kidnapped his left hand!” She whisper-shouted, not wanting to let any customer hear what had just happened as your face paled to match hers. You realized that his missing hand earlier hadn’t been oyur eyes fooling you, he must have eaten a devil fruit and-

oh god.

“Can he still feel his hand when it’s… detached?” You asked, mortified at the nod you received in response. Neither of you had any clue what to do, but knew that talking or doing anything more while customers were still around was definitely a bad idea. His face in the stack of wanted posters delivered to the shop later that day didn’t do anything to calm either of you down, and your mind went blank trying to come up with a plan.

That’s how you got here now, the left fist of a feared pirate captain stuffed into a backpack slung over your shoulder as you tried to move as inconspicuously as possible towards the forest. Tossing the bag into the woods would leave it easy to find but remove any chance of you being found as the culprit, and heaven knows your weak-hearted coworker wouldn’t be able to do this herself. You used the shadows and dark to your advantage, trying to ignore the loud, annoying tapping of the hand on the box it was trapped in. 

The last few hours had been just tapping, no doubt the pirate trying to track the hand down easier. You sat in an alleyway to gather yourself for a second, catching your breath and preparing to run the final stretch to the woods. As you moved to sit down, the bag fell off of your shoulder and slammed hard into the brick wall. The tapping stopped, and you felt a huge pang of guilt, more than you could really justify for a pirate of his status.

Your heart won out over your mind as you unwrapped the hand’s makeshift box cage, inspecting it for injury. After a few gentle brushes of your hand, you were surprised as the detached appendage began to hold your hand back. There wasn’t any permanent damage, but you patted it gently as an awkward apology for the rough treatment. You decided to just hold the hand for now, wrestling it back into the box when you were so close to the forest would be useless. You sat there for multiple minutes, patting the hand absentmindedly as your heart began to race just a little less, when you finally came up with a bit better of a plan. 

Sitting in the forest alone was dangerous for a lonely hand, and you were going to return it to the pirate yourself. He should be grateful, maybe even give you a reward, and he would have no way of proving you didn’t find the hand now and choose to return it immediately.

The ship was anything but subtle, docked not in the main harbor but off to the side with flashy lights and colors. You shoved your hand into your pocket along with Buggy’s, trying to communicate to him with two quick squeezes even if you didn’t really know what it is you were trying to say. You marveled at the ship before you, the circus tent mounted on the top was unlike anything you’d ever seen before in this small town. It was extremely out of the ordinary for you to encounter pirates or even explore at night at all.

It made the majesty of the ship all the more striking, having to force your shaky legs to keep moving as your nerves increased. Your head yelled to turn back as your heart only thought of the warm, gentle caress of the hand holding yours in your pocket. It never gripped painfully, but it was a tight, almost pleading grip. You could feel a slight shake in the hand, your heart ruling that you’d make sure it found it’s way back to its owner without any issue.

Immediately upon boarding the ship you were halted, oddball pirates inspecting you for any signs of danger before threatening you, asking what your business on board their ship was. “I just want to speak to your captain, please.” You said, as calmly as you could muster. The whole ship seemed like a party as of right now, even the pirates surrounding you seemed tipsy and unserious. One led you into the circus tent, where the partying intensified even more. Loud music, booze, acrobatics, showmanship, and a grand throne in the center of it all.

As you tried not to marvel at everything going around on this insane ship, you zeroed in on the throne. Perched on it lazily, one leg thrown carelessly over the arm was the captain himself, Buggy. He looked out of place despite his costume choices, his face mopey and dull. You squeezed his hand in your pocket again without thinking, surprised as you watched his mouth curve into a small smile before he squeezed back. Still, he looked depressed as he displayed his left arm, handless, perched upon his knee with the empty stub of a wrist actively visible.

You hadn’t realized you stopped to stare until one of the circus pirates guiding you gave you a light shove, causing you to stumble your way through the theatrics until you were right in front of the throne. Buggy barely spared you a glance before looking back out to his crew, watching all their performances intently but without a hint of amusement with any of it on his face. When you finally spoke, his eyes returned to you and stayed there, intimidating but not scary.

“Um, sir- captain? Buggy, I mean. I found your, I mean- I saw it and-” You gave up on your stuttering, opting to pull your hand and his out of your pocket to show instead of tell. You gave it one last squeeze as his face lit up with a huge grin, and you couldn’t help the yell that escaped from you as his hand returned to his body, bringing you along with it.

You were now in the lap of a high-bounty pirate aboard his ship as he didn’t seem to want to let go of your hand, too close for comfort as he grinned and chuckled at your startled expression.“Well, well, well, doll. Holding my hand, and I don’t even know your name.”

[agender-wolfie]

When you get into a fandom but 99% of the fics are fem and are unlabeled or untagged

[theclearblue]

Crying at this card why did they draw him like this. Holding up Mihawk's and Crocodile's shoes like he's sniffing them and being a huge freak about it I-😭😭😭

[sporesgalaxy]

These stupid wordy diagrams are an ESSENTIAL part of my writing process. Anyways welcome to Pierre's degredation arc

[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. 

[beanghostprincess]

like Bughawk is so great because everyone is fighting over mishanks or shuggy and boom. Korrasami moment. Didn’t expect that huh?

BUT

I think we don’t talk enough how Oda specifically pointed out that both mihawk and crocodile are similar, both suffered betrayal and are distrusting. I like cross guild but there’s something so beautiful about two extremely distrusting similar man finally finding comfort and trust in one another. I need them to bond over this. In a way all of cross guild members got betrayed. they got hurt and now have therapy group, it’s beautiful.

ALRIGHT buggy is half betrayed, his “backstabber” is still happy to see him lmao. Which is hilarious if something truly awful happened to the rest

Buggy: wow, we are actually have similar experiences

Mihawk and Crocodile: we love you, but not really.

Okay, but this is actually SO funny because I imagine Mihawk and Crocodile being super tragic about their experiences and Buggy being all dramatic about his and going "wow we have ALL suffered so much WE are in so much pain" and you have his boyfriends looking at him with deadpanned faces like "dear, I don't know how to tell you this, but breaking up with your childhood best friend is not as traumatic as you think" and Buggy actually gasps in the loudest of ways because how could he say that??????????? He has daddy issues and had a rough break up with his BFF, nobody suffers more than adult men going through teenage girl issues

[gingernut1314]

Oh to be able to kiss my fictional spouses is such a blessing 😩😂

Of course I placed them in the order that they came into my life and made me utterly obsessed with them 😂😂

Buggy my first One Piece love, Sanji my sweet sweet cook, Robin my STUNNING wife who I could listen tell me strange facts for hours, and last but DEFINITELY not least, Katakuri, the newest addition but OMGGGGG do I love that sweetheart!!!!

Thank you again @fanaticsnail for sharing this link cause omgggggg did I need it !!!!

(Pst--@lostfirefly @mydearlybeloathed @cinnbar-bun you should do it.....kiss your blorbos...just a little smoosh...I know you want to 😂)

Kiss your blorbos picrew link

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

you got me curious about the original japanese dialogue for 1082 so naturally i had to look up the raw and buggy does say something to the effect of "like hell i'll ever be one of your subordinates, you idiot!!" so there u go 😔

oh wow, thank you!! (i mentioned wanting to see the raws in the tags of this post)

yeah, it looks like the translation i read was very much in line with the original—shanks saying ore-to issho-ni koi-yo is very straightforwardly "come with me," and buggy's the one who takes that to mean omee-no buka nanza (mappira da), "(i refuse to) be your subordinate"

so while idk if i buy co-captains as what shanks was aiming for canonically, as things stand it's a valid interpretation.

but oh man, shanks! you gotta choose your words more carefully with this guy! he mishears random shit as commentary on his nose all the time, of course he takes this request in the most insulting way possible ;~;

[kabutoden]

clown threat display + chew toy karkat vantas…

[muffymello]

Handsy- ii

(Buggy the Clown x f!Reader)

A small-town shopkeep makes the second biggest mistake of her life by humouring a pirate captain's idea.

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Another boring day working in that stupid shop had taken a full 180 to you now being sat in the lap of a feared pirate captain as you watched the theatrics and insanity of his ship’s circus tent. The one constant of the last few hours was the detached hand holding yours tightly, the white cloth of his glove not concealing the warmth of his palm against yours. The hand, now reattached to Buggy’s arm, didn’t seem intent on letting you go any time soon.

He sat wide-legged with you wedged sideways in his lap, your back resting against the high-set arm of the throne with his other arm right behind it. This positioning had your faces set awfully close together as he grinned maniacally. “So, doll, what’s the story? Kidnap my hand for attention, hm?” He prodded, his arm now snaking around your back to hold you in place. You tensed a little at his words, brain going blank for a minute before you could respond.

“I found it in an alleyway- just a few hours ago! Came here right away…” You lied with a forced smile, not wanting him to know you’d unknowingly caught the hand in the first place. Your best bet was to change the subject a bit, avoid any more suspicion than what you could already see in his narrowing eyes, smudgey makeup framing pretty blues.

“Is that so? Well then, someone as loyal as you should be a part of my crew!”

The certainty of his tone as well as his bold statement caught you off guard, planning to ask something meaningless about his crew or outfit when he proposed such an absurd offer. You squirmed in his lap, only prompting him to give your hand a squeeze and tighten his arm around your back, moving it to rest comfortably on your waist as he pulled you in close to give you nowhere to look except right into those eyes of his. “Whaddaya say, then? Life of a pirate ain’t so bad, y’know~” He teased, still grinning like a maniac.

Alam bells blared in your head at everything going on, but you couldn’t fight off the part of your heart that wanted to accept immediately. The makeup and showmanship of it all wasn’t what enticed you, but the way his hand had remained gentle in yours, keeping you from feeling any real fear at all. You’d assume a fearsome pirate like this to be brutal in nature, but the way your fingers interlaced with his so easily, such a soft and simple gesture, not painful or distressing, had your ever-sappy heart doing cartwheels. “I- uh…”

Mumbling was all you could manage, breaking eye contact and looking around the tent. Everything about this was the exact opposite of your normal. Unpredictable, seemingly no routine or discipline. Still, everyone smiled and shared in eating, drinking and laughing as they performed. It was like a happy family amidst how chaotic it felt, and the rumbling laughter you could feel in the clown’s chest only immersed you further in the experience.

“Not to worry doll, run along for now to think.” He said, amused by how dumbstruck the simple ask of joining his crew had rendered you. His hand once more popped off of his body, less unsettling than it should be to you. The hand led the way, guiding you through the crowds and wild motion, seemingly sure of how to take a path without intervening or colliding with anything. 

Buggy the Clown was surely the only man in the world who had any sense to navigate chaos such as this, and as his hand led you all the way to the edge of your ship, you couldn’t help one last gentle squeeze before watching it fly back to its owner.

Your heart panged with guilt as you knew better than to even consider his wild ideas, there was no way you were cut out for being a pirate. The shop hadn’t exactly trained you for something like that, the closest thing had been lifting heavy boxes and fighting off rude customers. That was nothing compared to the dangers faced at sea, especially as a part of such a well-feared crew.

The idea of the brutality was too much to even weigh out as an option, and you sighed as the music faded and the ship went out of view as you walked home to sleep off the insanely fast beating of your heart in your chest.

_____

The next morning was a new day. New wasn’t the best word for it, as it would all be the same. Same breakfast, same clothes, same walk to work at the same time as usual. Normally, the monotony was no bother, but after seeing the excitement of the pirate ship you’d boarded the night previous the dullness of it all felt suffocating.

Your coworker didn’t even believe half the things you told her as you recounted the encounter with Buggy the Clown himself, her face paling as you told her about his offer. “Hell, you said no right away didn’t you?” She practically begged, grabbing the sleeve of your shirt. “I didn’t exactly say yes, or no. He told me… to think.” You said causing your coworker to pale even further at the glint she saw forming in your eyes.

“Oh God, you know all the things that could happen to you?” “Yes, I do. I hear stories all the time.” “It’s no joke! This is serious!” The two of you went back and forth, even if you hadn’t fully convinced yourself her words didn’t faze you in the slightest. After a few minutes, she huffed and pulled a backpack out from under the register, red in the face. 

“Just go.” She muttered, not looking you in the eyes. “Pack this up and get going, who knows when they’ll leave port.” Her words were practically a whisper as you saw tears begin to bubble up along her lashes. She didn’t even give you a chance to question her motives here before speaking again.

“I’ve never seen you so… bright. You’re glowing, you’ve been practically dancing around the store all day. This small town isn’t big enough for that mind of yours, take your chance before I change my mind and never let you go… and quick, their boat won’t stay docked forever!” She practically yelled at you, holding the bag out. 

You gave her a quick hug and nod before grabbing it, shouting out your thanks as you ran from the store to grab anything and everything you’d need for life as a pirate before the Big Top took off again to the seas.

As you stumbled out onto the dock you saw the ship begin to move, but the panels around the ship’s cannons were big enough to squeeze through. With a great leap and a bit of wiggling, you were officially a stowaway beyond the point of return as the storage room you’d ended up in greeted you merrily with the clanking of what you assumed to be alcohol bottles and sloshing of sake in large, hefty barrels.

You could hear the sound of another outrageous party over the deafening beating of your heart as you curled up in the corner, reaching into your pocket to give Buggy’s hand a squeeze but realizing it obviously wasn’t there anymore.

You wondered what your fate was on this ship, if the great clown would pay you any mind, but your thoughts were cut short as loud, sluggish footsteps echoed louder and louder down the halls.

[bugwardclown]

more rodeo clown au buggy because i’m feral about him

[carlyraejepsans]

hey I'm getting a new laptop pretty soon! i am absolutely NOT installing windows 11 on it. do you guys have any recommendations for OS alternatives (especially open source ones) and what i can expect going forward?

[actuallycassidyiambusy]

I love your art so much! Could you spare a little Bluffy fluff🥺🥺 pretty please

I am actually currently working on a bigger request. However, luckily for you, I did a sweet little warm up sketch ❤️❤️

Some fluffy Bluffy 🥹