#sir crocodile

[eriochromatic]

One Piece x Dungeon Meshi 🏴‍☠️🍖

pt 3- buggy, mihawk, crocodile, blackbeard, doflamingo

[vongulli]

buggys n croc..!!

[mtomauw]

Crocodile Egghead fit 🐊

[banshu-rice]

started watching OP and this is the first character i draw 🤡

[dad-galaxy]

💚🐊🦩🩷

[mandiemegatron]

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝑶𝒇 𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

𝑺𝒊𝒓 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒙 𝒄𝒊𝒔!𝒇𝒆𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

『 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 : 18+, 𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰. 𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒄, 𝑪𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒑 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 😤💪 』

@sparoart asked ;

Hi Sparo!!! Thank you SO much for all the support you've given me and for this fabulous request! I've been wanting to write something for Crocodile for a hot second so it's perfect that you've asked for something from him 🤭🤭💖💖

I hope you enjoy and thank you again!!! 💖💖💖💖

No beta, we die like men 💪

Songs to listen to ;

♡ Beast Within ; In This Moment

♡ I Miss The Misery ; Halestorm

♡ Black Wedding ; In This Moment & Rob Halford

♡ Kryptonite (reloaded) ; Jeris Johnson

A silent sneer settled on Crocodile's face as he watched you move from table to table, your barely clothed form distracting the casino patrons just enough to lose their winning streak.

Even though it was his idea, he found his hand clenching tightly around his highball of whisky a little too tight, the glass shattering in his grasp as one man pushed his luck by sliding a heavy hand across the back of your sheer dress.

He began to rise from his desk that he'd situated in front of the large, one way glass window that overlooked that entire casino, only to stop as he watched you grip the man's wrist and twist it behind his back, hissing something into his ear that caused him to choke on his words and turn beet red.

The dealer at the table watched between the window and you a few times, nervous sweating slowly sliding down his temple. When the patron finally relented, the dealer sighed in relief, moving onto the next player as the man rose and stalked off, grumbling to himself.

You fixed your black sheer dress, the thin, yellow gold chains that adorned overtop slightly askew. The dealer gave you a small nod when you gave him a look of “I look okay?”, giving him a small smile in return before you moved onto the next table.

“Miss Y/N,” came from behind you, causing you to jump slightly, startled by the sudden voice.

“Yes?”

Two men dressed in all black motioned for you to follow them, your heart sinking in your chest as your eyes flickered up to the mirrored window of Crocodile's office, knowing you were about to get an ear full after that little stunt.

You sighed and nodded, following behind them closely, ignoring the curious looks the patrons gave as you were escorted upstairs. Both men lugged the heavy, wooden doors open and nearly pushed you inside, to which you gave them both a dirty look before straightening yourself out once more.

“You're walking a thin line, darling.”

You rolled your eyes and walked over to Crocodile’s turned chair, leaning over the side of it to wrap your arms around his massive shoulders and pressing a chaste kiss to his temple.

“You act like I'm jumping at the chance to let any of these disgusting men touch me,” you started, choking back a gasp as the tip of his gold hook swung up, pressing into the side of your neck and pricking your skin to the point that a thin line of blood slipped from you.

“You seem to forget that you are mine,” he hissed out, a thick stream of cigar smoke floating from his mouth as he pressed a little harder, pulling you closer to him as he gave you a side-eyed glance. “You are my property, and anyone who touches you gets their punishment.”

You hum in response, one of your hands moving to grip around his hook and pulling it from your throat before moving away from him, instead leaning against his desk to stare down at him.

You were about to respond when the doors flew open and the same two men in black threw in the offending patron from earlier, the poor man hitting the ground hard enough that a loud crack echoed in Crocodile’s office. The man nearly wailed, cradling his broken arm to his chest as his watery gaze moved to you and the massive man sitting next to you.

“Y-you! You fucking slut, what did I do to deserve this?!”

You hissed at him, eyes narrowed as you spat back,

“You dare-”

A large hand moved up and cut you off, Crocodile’s dark gaze shutting you up completely as you crossed your arms over your barely covered chest.

Crocodile slowly slid from his chair, standing to his towering form to walk over to the sniveling boy before him, another sneer set on his scarred face as he took in the weak patron.

“You come into my casino, you flirt with my prize, and then you insult her?”

A soft, disappointed tsk left Crocodile, plucking the cigar from his mouth to tap the ashes off right above the whimpering man before moving behind him.

“Apologize.” He demands, reaching down to wrench the man up by the back of his knock-off designer shirt, dragging him over to your feet and slamming him back down into the cold marble.

There's nothing from him but sniffling and whimpers, the sounds causing your face to contort into an expression of nothing but disgust.

Crocodile’s foot meets the back of his head, pressing the man's face into the floor as he roars out,

“APOLOGIZE.”

The man full on sobs at that, shrieking out a loud, “I'm so sorry!” as Crocodile adds weight to his head, the pressure cracking both the man's skull and the flooring beneath it.

A slow grin comes over your face as you bend down, poking a long, sharp, manicured nail into the man's cheek as you cherrily replied,

“Apology not accepted!”

At that, he begins weeping loudly, begging for mercy as Crocodile barks out a mocking laugh and lifts his boot just enough to give the man a taste of freedom.

He then brings it right back down, demolishing the man's head into the marble, spraying the floor and your legs in brain matter and blood. Your breath caught in your throat at the action, your wide eyes slowly moving from the twitching body to your lover.

He ran his hand over his gelled hair with a huff, another plume of smoke escaping his lips as he shook off the brains from his boot before looking back to you, flicking his still smoldering cigar down onto the dead man's body.

He kicked the body aside and gripped you by the waist, pulling your shorter frame to his hulking body and crushing his lips to yours, reveling in the way you clung to him.

“I do not like my things being touched,” he snarls in your ear when he pulls away, picking you up enough to sit you on his desk. He reached under your dress and hummed, pleased to notice you weren't wearing panties.

“Such an obedient pet,” he grins, pressing a large finger into your soaked core and curling upwards, chuckling at the pleasured look that crosses your face.

“Only I can touch you like this,” he huffs out. “Only I can make you feel this good.”

You nod weakly in reply as you clench around his finger, your mouth falling open slightly as he adds a second. The wet squelch of him entering you sent a shiver over his back, his cock straining against his expensive trousers to the point of pain.

“Pull me out,” he demands, crashing his lips to yours again as you tug and unbuckle his pants, pushing them and his underwear down enough to free his already weeping cock.

“Should I remind you who you belong to?” He chuckles out, trailing this hook down the side of your face as his hand pulls from you to force your legs open wider.

“Mm, I think you should,” you purred in reply, your head tilting back as he leaned down, his lips sucking and pressing into your throat. A low growl rumbles in his chest as he tugs you closer to the edge of his desk by your hip, his thick cock just pressing into your soaked core.

“Whatever my treasure desires,” he murmurs into your skin before he presses into you all at once, pulling a loud gasp from your lips as you cling to his shirt.

His hips thrust into you as his hand presses against your chest, pressing your back against his mahogany desk as he snaps his cock into you over and over. He presses the curve of his hook against your throat, though he adds no pressure. One of your hands wraps around it lovingly as you stare up at him, giving him your most gorgeous smile you could as he railed you.

His heart clenched, overwhelmed at your expression and how you held his hook. He leaned down and roughly kissed you again as he hissed against your lips,

“You. Are. Mine.”

Your bloodied legs wrapped weakly around his hips as you gave a dazed response of, “All yours.”

“Forever.” He snaps back.

You hummed with a grin, clenching around his cock as you promise,

“Forever.”

[elasgottoomuchfreetime]

First thing Doflamingo‘s gonna do, if he gets out of Impel Down, is finding Crocodile, to bitch about how he agreed to an alliance with fucking Buggy and Mihawk, but not with him.

[mjrtaurus]

Crocodile: *Sees Dragon in full Zoan Amaru form* ... Am I supposed to be impressed?

Dragon: *scents the air, revealing he has a forked tongue*

Crocodile: Oh...

[ideas-4-stories]

Cross guild romance prompt : The crossguild adopted some ways or another S-Hawk and S-Croc and only Crocodile, Mihawk and Buggy know they are clones but the rest of crew don't know. Rumors and theories start developping inside the crew,it is obvious who is the father but the mother and they slowly think that.....Buggy is the mother somehow. Then, because of the apparence of the childrens they think that Buggy have some sort of angelic heritage with makes him cooler.

Funny point : If the three of them are NOT in relationship and they ask themselves why the crew is acting more weird that usual.

I wonder how they would meet S-Hawk and S-Croc, whether they find each other on Karai Island, or the Cross Guild leaders bring them home from another island. It’s just really funny thinking that Buggy’s followers would think Buggy was the mother.

It’s too funny to me, and that they think because of the wings that Buggy has some angelic heritage. Those followers are going ignore the fact that the two are very tall for being whatever age they are. That’s probably because of the Lunarian DNA and the idea that they got gigantification Dr. Vegapunk might have done. I don’t understand how the followers were think this way, but you know this is something they would think. Buggy’s followers are a funny bunch.

Oh, I see them congratulating Buggy, Mihawk, and Crocodile. Those three have to be so confused about it all. Buggy’s inner circle must be absolutely done with all this. I feel like the only time Mohji and Cabaji would think the same as the followers if they are drunk or high. Then I believe Crocodile finding out about this is when Daz asks him about it.

Yeah, it makes it funnier if Buggy, Crocodile, and Mihawk aren’t in a relationship like at all, because I don’t know. It just seems funnier because they even more bewildered. Like the trio is thinking what makes people think they are together. What is it!? I’m having a hard time not laughing at the scenes in my head of their reactions. S-Hawk and S-Croc are there chilling.

[lovelywritinglady]

Smokin’ With A Crocodile

Sir Crocodile x Fem!reader

In which you and crocodile share a blunt.

Mentions of smoking and using drugs, sexual themes, established relationship, set during the alabasta arc. (I wrote this just for fun)

“So you’d like to get high with me then.” Crocodile teased sitting in his chair.

“Yep.” You said emphasizing the “p”

“Why?” He asked leaning back

“Because I though it might be fun. And you and I have been working a lot lately and I think we’ve earned a break.

“Sure, why not.” Crocodile said picking up his transponder snail. He then called Mr.1 inquiring about getting the thing you desired. After about 30 minutes the two of you heard a knock on the door.

“Yes!” You cheered making you way to the door.

You opened it revealing the man you were looking forward to seeing. Mr.1 then handed you the rather large bag of weed. Your eyes seemed to popped out of you head at the sheer amount of weed that was available. It was a massive bag that was at least half the dose of you. You then turned to your lover, Crocodile, with a confused but amused expression. He just shrugged putting out his signature cigar on his golden astray.

“You said you wanted to relax and get high my love. I feel like I don’t need to remind you but I am a big man. It’s going to take a lot for me to feel it.” Crocodile teased getting up from his chair after he dismissed Mr. 1.

“Fair, I guess that would make sense.” You laughed. “Alright you got some papers?” You asked

“Of course I do.” Crocodile said confidently

The next 10 minutes we’re filled with the two of you rolling a massive blunt. And for some reason Crocodile was really good at it. And it made you question to yourself whether or not he use to smoke a lot of weed back in his younger days.

“Alright, light her up.” You said to Crocodile as he grabbed the lighter from his pants pocket as he lit one of the blunts the two of you were going to share.

He took a puff allowing for the smoke to fill his lungs completely as he exhaled. He did this once more leaving you slight impatient but soon handed it to you. You followed him taking a puff of it. You let the smoke sit in your lungs for a second before exhaling, enjoying the sensation of the drug that slightly started to kick in. You then passed it back to him feeling satisfied.Whatever weed this was, it was strong and you knew that after only a few more hit you’d be out.

“Take it easy there love.” Crocodile teased taking the blunt from you and doing an even longer drag. He then did something you did not expect.

Crocodile pulled you towards him, capturing your lips into a sweet but heated kiss. You could taste the drug as you breathed him in. It was intoxicating and downright sinful the way he was kissing you. He then pulled away exhaling with a smirk on his mouth as he looked at your flushed and slightly high face. Crocodile laughed slightly before passing it back to you.

“What the hell was that?” You asked feeling hot.

“What you didn’t like it?” He teased giving you a wink.

“You know I did.” You huffed taking a hit before blowing it out on his face.

“Good. Kiss me y/n.” He demanded

However, before you did you took an even longer drag on the blunt. Your lungs slightly hurt but you knew this wouldn’t last long. You then placed the blunt on the ashtray. You pulled your lover by his expensive suit and forced his on your lips. In response he put his hand on your thigh stroking it up and down which made you whimper into the heated drug filled kiss. You pulled away letting some much needed air fill your lungs once more. However, this was short lived as Crocodile pushed you to him once more feeling more needy for you, to which he blamed the weed. Normally he was a composed man. It was rare for him to lose his composure like this, but with all of the high quality weed in his system, he felt like he was completely losing control. And it definitely didn’t help with you being as attractive and alluring as you were. To say the least normal Crocodile was completely in love and obsessed with you, but high Crocodile was on a completely different level.

“I thought you said that it was going to take a lot for you to ge high, my love.” You cooed stroking his flushed cheeks. To which he grumbled feeling slightly shy.

“Just kiss me, woman.” He demanded trying to get the upper hand.

“Oh I’ll kiss you. And I’ll take good care of you took, darling.” You spoke pulling toward you again feeling even hotter than before.

The rest of the night consisted of the two of you being tangled in your rather large bed. Your combined moans were so loud that they could be heard by anyone who was in close walking distance of your home. However, due to your high state neither of you cared. All you cared was the ecstasy of being filled with each other. And the next morning you woke up with hickeys and bruises littering you body. Crocodile too had hickeys on his neck and chest from your own domination. It took the two of you hours to realize that you hadn’t used protection.

“I’ll call Daz to get a pregnancy test.” Crocodile said admiring your body as he held you close to him.

“Good, because I don’t remember you pulling out last night.” You remembered

“No matter what happens, let’s not get that high again.” Crocodile sighed.

“We’ll see.” You cooed feeling happy that you finally got to smoke weed with Crocodile.

Thanks so much for reading💜This was just something I felt like writing. Lol.

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-L.W.L

[theredcaptain]

One does not simply unsee the crocodile resemblance in Luffy once the theory enters your head.

[wordy-little-witch]

Okay but One Piece being in the pirate era and the lack of a frankly inordinate amount of sea shanties hurts me. Like you know DAMN well Roger was a partier, Buggy and Shanks undoubtedly know an incredible amount of shanties, from their first crews, from the new crews, from exploring and seeing and experiencing the world so thoroughly from such a young age.

Shanks would be the type to belt them, top of his lungs, but always adhere to the Codes, though he does think on it for a moment. People think he'd be a pirate head to toe, through and through, and he is! Truly, he is. He just doesn't really live by the Code and die by the Code the way some of the older generation does.

Buggy, despite popular belief, is the one to cling to those Codes with all he has. It's subtle, in the way he hums certain songs to himself but never sings the full lyrics without Meaning. He will sing and dance and party with his crew, they will make merry but they will do so properly. He's avant garde and nouveau expressionism but he's also old fashioned.

When he finds out Shanks taught this scrawny rubber twink everything the kid knows about piracy through sporadic meetings over a year, nearing a decade ago, he is absolutely livid. The swordsman is stupid but has a decent head on his shoulders for behavior. The redhead, from what he sees, knows more than most. He decides to put class in session.

He's surprised to be beaten so thoroughly and then furthermore to be removed succinctly. He's not gonna let it slide, obviously, but he'll play along. Sure. Could be fun. He was getting bored anyway.

Shit just so happens to hit the fan with this decision and all that follow. Shanks, knowing the truth of things, is simply VERY amused and Buggy is debating fratricide.

He's been playing this role for so long, it feels unnatural to drop it. It feels wrong. It makes him panic, makes him Itch.

It only comes to a head years later as he's humming to himself late in the evening on a certain day in September, having spent a good chunk of the day on his own, away from company and to the surprise of very few. Crocodile and Mihawk are among those who do not know why, but they alone are the ones to look for him.

Finding Buggy, singing softly to an animal as he gently brushes out their fur, surrounded by calm animals who seem to nearly build a wall with their bodies between himself and the world, was not anticipated to either men. Nor was hearing Buggy's voice, usually so shrill and rasped, flow gently over a melody with a grief filled expression. Ritchie, among the ones closest, gently head butted the clown with soulful eyes. Mihawk and Crocodile simply watch, seeing Buggy groom and pamper the creatures within the stables this far from town as he sings a specific sequence of songs.

Mihawk realizes first just what they're witnessing, and he grips the logia user's arm, guiding them both back. Crocodile, startled, goes to ask, and Hawkeyes simply shakes his head sharply. It is only once they are far enough that Mihawk breaths a stunned, "He's performing Rites."

"What?"

"Rites," the swordsman reiterates, sending the other a suspicious look. "The Rites of the Code."

The mafioso takes a drag from his cigar, gesturing for the other to go on.

Mihawk sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I forget," he remarks dryly, "how uneducated in ours ways you are."

"Excuse me-?!"

"Rites," the other interrupts, "are a form of mourning. Frequency varies, and the honoring actions can be altered as well. The constant component are the shanties sung in remembrance and the flags flown. For some, a single instance can be sufficient..." Golden eyes drift to the side, unfocused, as he continues. "For others, there is a need to continue doing so. Often, it is a crew mourning a commanding officer. Unlike Marines, Pirates all share an unspoken connection. Though paths may vary and goals may differ, we all care Her in our veins."

Violet eyes love to the expanse of blue, the horizon bleeding across the world. He knew. He may lack some of the nuance of the Code from his priorities laying further inland, but he knew this. How could he not when his own blood sang salted sprays? He knew this much at the very least.

"So the clown is in mourning."

"Yes."

".... why?"

"...... ....... it is September."

"And?"

"The 28th."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"You were there, too, 25 years ago. Loguetown."

Silence falls.

The wind rustles branches overhead. It carries the faintest wisps of a voice. The two men pointedly ignore it and the choked quality it had.

".... I see."

"..... yes. That is my theory, at any rate."

"............. Hawkeye."

"What?"

"He was on the King's crew."

"Yes, this has been established."

"Why?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Why him? Why the clown? He's not even 40 yet, so that day... he'd have been, what, 15, at the most? He'd have been on the crew for years by that point. He was there before the man was crowned, after all."

"Shanks was, as well. I believe the earliest mention was when he mentioned an incident from their childhood. He'd said they were... oh, what was it? Seven? Thereabouts. To be on a crew so young..."

"To be there so long, Hawkeye. The brat would have been with them since childhood. That crew was infamous for the things they did - the clown does not fit the pattern."

"He does not boast anything nearing the decorum expected of a fledgling of a King..."

"He knows the Codes, something never mentioned to us nor taught explicitly to his crew that we know of. He served under the King and kept it hidden from the world government for decades. He escaped the Grandline and settled as an East Blue nuisance for years. He was imprisoned in Impel Down with no sea stone."

Golden eyes widen. "You believe he has been hiding more than simply his heritage."

"What makes more sense? This, or what we have thought so far."

"How would we confirm it?"

"Just ask me, maybe?"

Neither man will admit to being startled when a new voice chimes in, soft and hoarse, drowsy. Buggy leans into Ritchie's side as the lion purrs loudly, the clown rubbing his eye.

He continues. "Tomorrow, though. It's late, I'm not feeling well, and Ritch and I have a date with my blanket nest."

"The lion?" / "Blanket nest?"

Buggy giggles softly. "Weighted blankets are expensive. Weighted Ritchies only cost snacks and chin scritches," he remarks softly. "As for the blankets, nests are the way to go. Good night."

Two dark haired men are left by a drowsy clown and lion in the woods on the edge of town with much to thing on and a list to compile for the next day.

The first question? How Mihawk had not sensed him whatsoever on approach.

[moongothic]

If being weak is a "sin" in Crocodile's mind, then isn't a painful defeat and maybe even death rightful punishment for it? A punishment you deserve for your crime of "being weak"? That's an intriguing mindset from him because it makes me wonder how Crocodile might view his own past and the things he has gone through? I might not go as far as to say Crocodile "blames himself" for the things he's gone through, as he doesn't seem like the kind of guy who dwells on the past like that. But I do feel like Crocodile has accepted in his mind that things like losing his hand happened because he was weak, and it was his own fault. That he can not blame anyone else for what has happened to him. He fucked around and he found out.

It's just interesting because to some degree, One Piece thematically does agree with this sentiment, this is a world where the strong eat the weak. (One example at the top of my head; Luffy refusing Katakuri's apology when his sister intervened with their battle, saying he should've dodged the attack properly if he didn't want to get hit.) Chaka falling in this scene and being unable to stop Crocodile may lead to the deaths of so many more, including his loved ones, and if that comes to pass, it's is Chaka's own fault. For being too weak. But also Crocodile has twisted that idea; Crocodile is using his worldview here to justify himself and essentially saying he can do this (take over Alabasta and kill a million innocents doing so) and get away with it because he's powerful. When in reality "weakness is a sin" isn't about the survival of the fittest, but how this is a world where the strong are meant to protect the weak. (See: Luffy) (Also how Pell told Baby Vivi in that flashback about how he trains so he can protect the Royal Family; again, he he craves power not to oppress the weak but to protect them)

But, just to get back to Crocodile again, I feel like this worldview might also give us more insight as to how he acts in certain situations post-Alabasta. Like when we see Crocodile towards the end of Miss Goldenweek's cover story, both when he declines to escape from jail and in his Impel Down mugshot, Crocodile has a smile on his face. That really is the face of a man who has accepted his fate, is it not?

"Welp, this is what I get for losing to a child in flipflops"

Or when we see him come collect his debt from Buggy; Crocodile seemed quite relaxed and fully admitted he had assumed Buggy would've ran away before he even got there to collect his money. Of course, considdering his trust issues Crocodile would've been mentally prepared for Buggy skedaddling anyways, but the fact that he loaned the clown money to begin with while assuming he'd probably never get that money back-- like Crocodile knew that was going to happen and he just accepted it. And just rolled with it.

Of course, when things take an Unpleasant, Unexpected Turn, he will blow a fuse. Multiple, even.

Him angy

IDK man this is all just interesting to me

[splatfics]

My entire Cross Guild collection!! I just think they're silly... that's all. Most of the items are from @crossguildmerch

[rorywritesjunk]

Me two years after top surgery: glorious, wonderful, I love it

Me two years after top surgery after getting into One Piece: now I can't cosplay big tiddy Buggy or Crocodile. :(

Also me: lmao I'll just cosplay them post op then.

(the urge to dress as Buggy for Halloween is strong)

[count-alucard-tepes]

How do the OP hotties express having baby fever? I'm really curious 👀

*blushes when he sees cute babies*:

Akainu🌋

Benn Beckman 🔫

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡

Killer🔪

King 👑

Buggy🤡

Who’s-Who ❤️‍🔥👹

Gecko Moria🦇

Rob Lucci🐆

Karasu🐦‍⬛

Koby🦸💘

“You know we’d make cute babies…”:

Kizaru ✨

Fujitora 🐅

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩

Kaido🐉

Izou🔫🔫

Oven Charlotte 🍞

Marco the Phoenix 🦅

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅

Will never mention a thing because he doesn’t have any desire for babies😂😂😂:

Ryokugyu 🌱

Sir Crocodile 🐊

Queen👑

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸

Iceburg💜