#ticklish!buggy

[switch-writer]

Blueberry haired and Raspberry haired

A/N: AHHH THIS IS SO LATE, BUT HEY @stopiteatpopcorn , I WAS YOUR SQUEALING SANTA. I hope you like it and that it was worth the wait! I didn’t wanna force myself to write this because as someone who’s your friend, and as I do with all squealing Santa events, I PUT MY ALL INTO IT. And we know when we force ourselves to write, it’s just, BLAH. But hopefully you like it! I also kept texting you to subtly get ideas or know if I could write something so HAHA👹 I wanna thank a new friend of mine (who ironically isn’t in the tickle community) for giving me the idea of how to even START THIS FIC. So thank them👺🫵 I ALSO WANNA THANK OUR HOST FOR SQUEALING SANTA THIS YEAR. Always amazing to work with the host, and our host this year was lovely and understanding, so thank you! And without further rambling, this was fun to write and I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Shanks and Buggy cross paths, and the flashy clown has to figure out how to avoid a fight with Shanks without spilling everything. Meanwhile, Shanks isn’t too concerned and helps his friend lighten up… with some teasing of course.

Extra note: I didn’t proof read so there maybe spelling errors 🤡

Warnings: Tickles, foot tickles, I don’t remember if there’s swearing, I don’t think there’s anything else.

See. This was unexpected. In fact, if you told Buggy this was a day he’d meet Shanks once again. Not even close to the top of his guesses. Yet, here he was, making eye contact with Shanks…

And he was horrified. His crew was cheering and ready to loyally watch their captain take on a rival, one of the strongest pirates of the sea, the famous red haired Shanks! This was beyond exciting, they could barely contain their joy as they stood behind their Captain.

As for This Captain… The blue haired Captain was trembling in pure shock, not only did he know of Shank’s power… but Shanks had the power to piss him off like no other. It was like it’s own devil fruit.

So here Buggy was, trembling in some sort of mixed emotion as the red haired pirate smiled in a laid back manner, as if aware of his feelings and chose to observe.

“Dammit! Make the first move!”

“Haha! Clowns first, you know that rule!” Shanks called with his confident yet relaxed tone, not worried in the slightest as he teased. However, this comment happened to make an emotion in Buggy take dominance…

Anger.

“NOSE?! I NOSE THAT RULE—?! Why You Little—!”

And the chop chop fruit went to work as Buggy split in two pieces, namely his torso ‘chopped’ off from his waist, and he and his torso went straight up to Shanks, flying up to him.

“YOU BETTER NOT SAY ANOTHER WORD OF MY NOSE—!” Buggy squawked, Shanks letting a soft laugh out as he flashed a smile. “Ah, you never change, Buggy.” The pirate with a higher bounty spoke with those hazed eyes, causing more complaints from the blue haired pirate.

“WHAT?! I’ve changed lots, mind you! You just don’t know it yet, you haven’t seen anything yet!” His hands detached as he gripped Shanks by his shirt, poking his chest as well as the fellow pirate smirked softly, amused by how easily provoked Buggy happened to be.

Meanwhile, Buggy’s crew was in awe. “Captain is handling Red Haired like he’s not afraid of a thing he could do… our Captain is unbeatable!” They cheered out, snapping the squawking and squabbling pirate out of his focus to glance back at the crew he led.

“…Hmph.” Buggy huffed, calming down… as much as Buggy could.

“You have quite a crew, a supportive one at that.” Shanks spoke with a calming tone, sounding… happy for Buggy. The clown seemed shocked, becoming choked up as his crew members continued to cheer…

“Hah! Of course! We’re the best crew around!” The Chop Chop Man exclaimed cockily. “Haha! Of course you are.” Shanks commented. “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean! That sounded sarcastic!” Buggy scolded before crossing his arms despite his hands still gripping Shanks’ shirt.

But within a couple moments, Buggy and Shanks went into private, just a simple little room as their crews stood back and let them ‘sort things out’ and whatnot. In actuality, they were just going to chat so Buggy could avoid the fight and not get bested in combat so miserably.

So here they were… And this was… horribly awkward. Especially now that Buggy stopped whining.

“…Well aren’t you going to say something?!”

Nevermind.

“We have time, don’t we? Tell me, what’s the recent?” Shanks spoke calmly, his charming smile always remaining on his face. Although, this question managed to make the clown defensive.

“Lots of things! Of course we’re planning on storming the grand line, finding all the treasure in the world, and taking out every pirate we cross!” Buggy protests, refusing to show any small bumps in this little plan of his. “Oh?” The redhead spoke before adding onto his sentence.

“So what about me then?” “Eh?” The blueberry— I mean blue haired man seemed flustered. “You said you’d destroy any pirates in your way… right?” “W-Well, yes—!” Buggy spoke with little confidence, trying to avoid what Shanks was implying.

“So, why not go up against me?”

Oh come on! He made this impossible to avoid! What excuse would even make sense other than ‘I’m a wussy!’

“Because… I have my reasons and I don’t need to explain them!”

That caused a moment of silence, his fumbled sentence made his reasons a mystery, and that seemed to surprise Shanks since usually Buggy couldn’t keep a thing from him.

“…Oh? Well… in that case, Buggy.” Shanks began before grinning.

“Let’s play a game.”

The Genius Jester seemed to be caught off guard once more, but listened intently.

“I’ll try and get you to confess your reasonings, and you resist.” And that seemed easy enough, thank goodness! Hah! This will obviously be easy! So, Buggy pridefully crossed his arms and stuck up his nose— erm, stuck up his chin, as if radiating his ego with his body language.

“Hah! Do your worst!” The Clown spoke as the lacking strawhat Captain seemed glad he had fallen into his little game. His little trap.

Shanks slowly stood from his seat, and slowly approached Buggy… and walked behind Buggy.

Was this an intimidation tactic? Buggy couldn’t tell! But it was horrifying! Horrific even! “Hey—! Watch it—!” Buggy attempted to speak before suddenly letting a shriek out, feeling a little bit of a tickle… or rather multiple tickles around his neck as he quickly tried to flip around.

And as expected, he was met with that smile… but with a mischievous hint to it.

“Still got weaknesses from our days as rookies?”

No.

“Don’t—!” Buggy fumbled. “Why not? It clearly still works.”

Don’t.

“T-That doesn’t mean it’s fair!” The clown exclaimed before a small chuckle left Shanks. “Well, consider it payback since you never played fair.”

And despite that, Buggy couldn’t think of another word before his own laughter bubbled out of his throat from tickling around his belly, causing loud but the famously silly laughs from Buggy. They were more authentic and less dramatized!

Only authentic for the ‘fan’ who’s been there since the start.

“Do you give in?” “N-NEHEVER! Nohot a chance—!”

And suddenly, Shanks raised him up from the chair and pushed him with his arm onto the bed, causing Buggy to fall right over. And within a moment, Shanks was sitting on his waist, spidering and scribbling his fingers on the clown’s belly, causing everything but him staying quiet, nor still as he snorted, his limbs flailing yet never reaching where he needed them to.

“S-SHAHAAAANKS!”

“Oho. That was like a battle cry. What’s up?” “PFF— QUHUIT IT! I-I demahand you s-stohop it!” “Oh? Hmm… no can do. I haven’t heard anything but laughing from you, and I definitely didn’t hear any reasons.”

Oh come on! Buggy would’ve sulked if he wasn’t smiling bigger and brighter than a star, but out of the blue… he felt something. He finally didn’t feel tickling all over his belly, but he also felt Shanks.. oh no. Nonono. Not this. Not again. What’s with happy people who wear strawhats or have worn strawhats and this—?!

“Wait—! Waitwaitwait—! Shanks—! Don’t you dare—!” Buggy protests, trying to grab at Shanks before Shanks flipped himself around, now facing his lower half and slipped his shoe off.

“Alright! I’ll count down. 3…”

“SHANKS—!”

“2…”

“Don’t—! Don’tyoueven—!”

“1!”

And due to Shanks knowing how to work around lacking an arm, he sat on his leg, good for Shanks! But awful for Buggy who couldn’t move his foot.

And the moment he felt the gentle touch of Shank’s fingers skittering around, he admittedly was laughing like a hyena, not that it’s inherently out of character for him, but not something you’d hear everyday. Admittedly, as loud as Buggy was, after he’d squeal, he’d start laughing more… softly? It still had the raspiness in his voice, but it was much softer after he got used to the feeling.

“Kitchee koo?”

“sHUT UP—!”

It brought that smile Shanks had to a grin, he enjoyed seeing his old friend laugh…

But on the other hand, Buggy didn’t ever have this much endurance when he was younger… did he get less ticklish when he grew up? Possibly… but not quite… more endurance maybe?

Nonetheless, Shanks was stumped. It seems more like his friend was enjoying it, which was good, but he wasn’t willing to fess up. As rewarding as the happy laughter was, Shanks still had to tease him. That’s what left Buggy on his feet.

Oh ironic. Shanks chuckled before stopping, letting his friend take breaths and relax as the redhead hummed, thinking this over… What else could he do? He needed another little push…

“Oh! Buggy!”

“Oh what now?! Was that not enough?!” Buggy whined frustratedly, although it was clear he didn’t truly care that much. He was always dramatic about situations, especially to keep up his pride, and that added to his charm… erm well. ‘Charm.’

“Haha! I just had an idea is all. It may get you talking?” And the clown pouted. “Oh you’re joking!” He huffed out, moody despite the playful situation. It wasn’t that it was that bad, but his pride surely didn’t like it.

Although… The childish action sparked memories! Happy memories… and it was heartwarming for Buggy to think back on them…

BUT! If that stupid pirate who lost his strawhat thinks he can make him all soft and happy, he has another thing coming!

“Pff. I promise I’ll stop if this doesn’t work, alright?” Oh. Well… fine. Buggy nodded approvingly with his chin up high in pride, whether or not he wanted the memories to stop, this red haired whatever his face is isn’t gonna win!

With that, the man with the scars around his eye smiled casually… and lifted his shirt up. “…What.” Buggy mumbled in confusion. What could he possibly—

And suddenly Buggy’s thoughts were interrupted by… a loud high pitched squeal. One a coward would have. And it was followed by hearty laughter.

Granted, Buggy was a squealer, but Shanks’ laughter afterwards was his signature, beyond recognizable.

“Oh that’s great! Gold even! Let me do that again!” And Shanks leaned down to his belly, and blew a raspberry straight onto his tummy, causing not only the funny noise to ring out, but another squealy shrieky laugh from Buggy as he threw his head back in laughter, his hair flopping around as he wiggled.

“DAHAHAMMIT—! H-Hahave mercy—! Nonono noT AGAHAHAIN—!”

Buggy kept getting attacked by raspberries, not only causing a ticklish sensation, but the sounds and noises making him laugh, especially when Shanks would laugh half way through the raspberry.

And if this wasn’t a spinning image of when they were children, then nothing was. It was ironic to see this play out.

“Okay!! OKAY—! I’ll tell you—! Just quHUHUIT—!” And one final big raspberry on the belly, and Shanks lifted himself up, laughing softly and yet with his whole heart.

And admittedly, they were just sitting there laughing and giggling for about 30 seconds before Buggy forced himself back to reality and stood to his feet. “N-Now this isn’t over! Just because I gave in doesn’t mean— wait where’s my…” Buggy quickly checked for his shoe before Shanks tossed it over.

And then Buggy went right back to speaking, pulling his boot on. “— It doesn’t mean that I am weaker than you! I just… pitied your attempts and thought it was such a waste of time.”

“Right.” Shanks smirked, a cheeky smirk of course as he leaned back. “Is this a good time to confess I actually just wanted to play around and didn’t care?”

Silence…

“OH YOU LITTLE—!” Buggy stormed over, causing Shanks to laugh once more as usual…

“LETS SEE HOW YOU LIKE IT THEN—!”

And with that, it was safe to say their crews didn’t see them for a little while… but it was worth it for them to relive some memories and have some fun… and of course, take one another down a notch…

Or namely, a clown was taken down a notch or two, as for the redhaired pirate… we can only guess, hm?

[muddlemore]

Roach apologists i applaud you for having more courage than the marines because tonight i have become the biggest threat to your kind. Your sworn nemesis. There was a fucking german cockroach on my pillow and now i will never hear any of you out ever again. I cant even tell if im joking

[gingernut1314]

buggy is 100% ticklish

you are so very right

Pretty sure I need to start looking into therapy but in the mean time

Just was thinking about Buggy holding you down, y'know, his body parts separating so he can try to appear bigger than he really is. He just wants to play, see if he can get you to scream in fear (or pleasure) because it's fun!

Maybe one hand is pinning your wrists above your head while the other just dances down your body. Maybe one of his arms is laying across your stomach to hold you down to keep you still. He's lower half is seated on your thighs but maybe his legs are between yours to keep them open.

Maybe he just wants to see how long you can hold out because that hand going down your body is suddenly at your side, pinching and grabbing and tickling you.

And you're trying not to shriek or beg for mercy, but he's leaning down and saying breathlessly into your ear, "Maybe now you'll learn your lesson."

You honestly didn't know he was ticklish when you touched his bare toes the other day. The scream that came out of him was glorious.

[cozage]

What would it take to make Buggy and/or Law flustered to the point of voice cracks or stuttering? (Let's say from their crushes)

Love your writing!

A/N: I love you!!! I hope you enjoy :) I was going to add a few more characters, but honestly this was a really cute and fulfilling request. Thank you! (if you were looking for a different format please please please let me know I won’t be offended)

Characters: gn reader x Buggy, Law

Cw: slight suggestive content, but mostly cute fluff :)

Total word count: 400

Buggy Oh this is so easy. Buggy gets flustered over the littlest of things. You don’t even have to be trying to make his voice crack, especially in public. Unexpected kisses, pokes in his side (spoiler alert: he’s SO ticklish), dirty words whispered in his ear, even little knowing glances to him can get his voice breaking. Buggy can tell when you’ve got that glimmer in your eye, and sometimes even just seeing it as you pass by is enough to make him nervous, especially around other people. You always keep him on his toes. Speaking of, sometimes when he's not paying enough attention to you and you’re feeling extra bratty, you’ll just cut his feet off and carry him away, forcing the rest of him to come with you. He’ll scream and fight the whole way until you kiss his lips to shut him up, and then he melts into you.

If you are a hurricane, he is a small ship. He embraces your wild nature and clings on for dear life, hoping to survive the storm.

Law For Law, you really have to be careful about his mood. There a fine line between your advances making him flustered and making him irritated. The first few times you failed miserably and ended up with your feelings hurt and a lot of apologies on both ends. Whenever he’s a captain (making decisions, leading, high stake situations, etc), trying to get him flustered is off the table. The best days to get him worked up are sea day, when everyone is lounging, having fun, and enjoying life. PDA is such a foreign concept to this man that just about any form of affection can get him flustered. Sitting on his lap, taking food from his plate during dinner, or giving him long, passionate kisses in the hallway are all easy ways to get him so flustered his voice will crack. When he’s alone, it takes a lot more effort. One of the few things you can get him with are new outfits. Ones that are hug your body tight or show too much skin. Just walking in and showing it off can get his voice cracking if you’re lucky. But he’s come to expect you to be unpredictable, and he loves it when it’s just the two of you. In fact, your voice probably cracks more when you’re alone than his does.

You are the light to his darkness, the cool breeze on a summer day. Something he never knew he needed, and now he cannot bear to live without.

[writingoddess1125]

Random Headcanon!

Buggy Paints on his S/O

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• Buggy seems like a fairly artistic person. Naturally due to his interest in performing arts and him having an infinity of doing his own makeup

• This translating to him being a fairly skilled tradional artist as well- Mainly painting. It was something he did if he had spare time and often sold under a Alias to different art vendors or collectors.

• As his S/O however you were both his greatest model and his muse. Him often sketching you to get ideas

• or using the excuse of nude sketches to get you undressed ;3

• He never spoke about this Hobbie to anyone accept you.

• Sometimes Buggy would do light ink sketches on your arm or fingers if you asked or was bored enough. Nothing large or with color

• Till one hot summer day

• It had been by accident really, a lazy day on the ship due to the sudden heat wave that fell over everyone. Buggy had given the crew a day to themselves since it was too dangerous to sail and possibly give people heat strokes.

• So he was in his cabin. Shirt off, in shorts and his hair in a messy bun ontop of his head as he tried to do some basic gestures. You laying on the bed shirtless and only in your favorite underwear trying to stay cool as you red.

• Buggy glanced back at you. He stares at your naked back for a moment watching you read and mindlessly doze off into your own world.

• You snap from your thoughts momentarily as you feel the bed dip. Glancing back you see Buggy staring at you as he ran his hand over your naked back.

• A shiver goes through you as you can't help but blush at his actions.

• "Bugs?" You ask calmly? Him only humming a response as he seemed to make up his mind.

• "Can I paint on your back? I have those skin safe paints" He asked, however already heading over to were he kept some clean brushes and said paints. You chuckling at this

• "Alright but don't make a mess" You hum as you settle into the bed once more

• Buggy returning with the paints as he saddled himself on you. Sitting very lightly on your ass and clearly making himself comforble.

• "Ah no funny business l" You say with a giggle as you feel him getting very comforble.

• "Of course~ I'm a gentleman afterall" He says. This making you both snort a laugh.

• He soon started, a chill going through your body at the cold paint hitting your skin but soothed by the almost ticklish touch of the brush strokes going down your body.

• You glance back only once to see Buggy in full consideration.

• Your book long forgotten as you laid there enjoying the slow and well thought out feeling of brush strokes on skin.

• It was incredibly relaxing for you.

• You didn't know even but eventually you dozed off and fell into a light sleep while Buggy was painting.

• He would gently shake you awake once he was finished and pepper a kiss on your cheek. "It's Done Doll, Wanna see?"

• You stretch and nod softly still trying to shake the sleep from you.

• He helps you up and uses two mirrors so you could see the finished work. Smiling brightly at the beautiful sunflower and butterfly painting that decorated your skin.

• "Oh Bugs its beautiful!" You gush, Smiling brightly at the sight. Half thinking this would be a fantastic tattoo idea!

• "I'm glad you like it my Muse~" He purred out and kissed your naked shoulder. A blush going across your cheeks as you rolled your eyes

• "Pervert, If I didn't know any better I'd say you used this as a way to get touchy~"

• "What if I say thats true?~" He said with a smirk. Rubbing his hands over your unpainted form.

• "Then I'd say you did a damn good job~" You purred out, Buggy Laughing at this as he scooped you up and tossed you back onto the bed. Earning laughs from both of you as he kissed you ravenously.

• The heat effecting both of you in a different way it seemed-

• The next morning you were pissed at the dried paint all over the bed sheets- Which you forced Buggy to clean.

[soft-mafia]

Oh boy we are allowed to send our Buggy tomfoolery here? Don't mind if I do

I wanna revoke his hand privileges. Just take em away from him. That man is a brat (also I wanna piss him off cause it's funnny) he doesn't deserve them. Put them in your pocket for safe keeping while he sulks in the corner. Though he can probably still control them...so maybe not the best idea. Just hope your not ticklish and you'll be fine

Hands Are a Privilege Not a Right [Buggy x Reader]

warning: gn reader, cursing, angry Buggy, groping

a/n: I don’t know if this was a request or not but I decided to make it into a short drabble bc I just think this is so funny😭😭

“THAT’S IT!!” Y/n growled and took a meat cleaver that they seemed to pull out of nowhere, catching Buggy off guard and making him silently scream(though blades didn’t even do anything to him anyway..).

With one swift chop, Y/n had cut off both of Buggy’s hands, “Your hand privileges are REVOKED.” They growled, trying to wrangle Buggy’s hands before stuffing them into their purse(purses are manly).

“HAND PRIVILEGES?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ON ABOUT?!” Buggy screamed, his hands thrashing rapidly in Y/n’s purse as they struggled to keep it closed shut, “GIVE THEM BACK YOU BITCH!!” He growled, regrettably calling his partner a bitch outside of a sexual situation.. but how else is someone supposed to react to having their hands stolen?

“Not until you learn to STOP groping me all the fucking time!!” They growled. Every day Y/n would get taken off guard by Buggy’s gloved, floating hands coming up behind them and.. grabbing their ass, slapping it, squeezing their chest, they had enough.

“Cmon, baby!! I’m a man, I have needs!!” Buggy grumbled, his hands still trying to free themselves, he waved his handless arms around, “Dammit!! I need my hands, give them back!!”

Y/n growled and set their purse down, then decided to sit on the bag so Buggy’s hands had no other chance of escape, “Nope.” It.. worked actually, Buggy’s hands ceased their movement and the man stopped complaining— it was oddly still and silent. Y/n glanced back at Buggy and he had this shit eating smirk on his face..

“Suddenly I’m fine with this now!” He laughed. Y/n suddenly gasped when she felt Buggy’s hand squeeze their ass from inside of the purse. They screamed and jumped up. With the purse now unattended, Buggy’s hands finally freed himself. He was cackling up a storm as his hands flew to Y/n’s ass, squeezing it firmly, slapping it, “Gotcha!” Buggy giggled.

Y/n growled and ripped Buggy’s hands off of their ass before throwing them back at Buggy’s face— shutting him up and making his nose honk upon impact.

“Take your damn hands, asshole!!” Y/n growled at him with a blush all over their face.

[stinkysam]

Buggy The Clown - Five more minutes.

Warning : none

Genre : fluff

Synopsis : "I imagine buggy’s hair gets kinda wild. Would you be up for doing something for buggy and his boyfriend where buggy has is do his hair while they’re in a bath together? Just something very cute and fluffy. But also I kno buggys sneaky" - @inhumanshadows

Reader : male (you/yours)

His hair is everywhere. On the pillows, mattress, sheets, brushes, clothes, even yours.

But you don't care much, it makes you think when cats rub themselves on your legs and leave a trail or their hair on your pants.

It's also a subtle way to show and remind yourself you two have been physically close together, especially since it's bright blue.

To the point some members of the crew began to wonder if you and the captain weren't more than just friends.

They weren't so far off but in reality you had so many strands of hair on you because you kept getting tangled in his hair care. Quite literally. Like today.

You saw Buggy grab the first towel he could find, putting some water on it and rubbing his face. Harshly. You could already feel the stinging sensation that came from it lingering on your own face.

"Oh my god stop it !" You said laughing a bit as you grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"What ?"

"You're rubbing yourself like you're trying to get a new face. Let me do it."

"Ugh...Fine." He grimaced as if he didn't like the idea.

"I like your face, don't try to change it." You said quietly as you grabbed the towel. Smiling a bit while he tried to conceal the blush from creeping on his cheeks.

You began to gently rub his face, careful as to not irritate his skin further. You went around the eyes, they were staring right back at you intently, mirroring your studying gaze. God, he loved the way your eyes looked at him.

You worked on his forehead, his eyes still studying you. Then your focus shifted to his lips and cheeks. You tried to not think about how much you wanted to kiss him, his lips slightly parted as you softly patted them, the red lipstick slowly fading away.

You smiled once you were done, there were still faint traces of make-up, but it was nothing the bath couldn't take away.

"Done." You said, giving him back the dirty towel to undress. He threw it away on the floor and gave your ass a nice slap as you took your clothes off before you quickly entered the bathtub, sighing happily as the warm water was already relaxing your muscles.

Buggy eyed silently before deciding to put on a show while he removed his clothes too, chatting with you.

You gently slapped his ass back when he approached you, making him laugh a bit while he untied his hair.

He sat between your legs, trying to ignore the fact he could feel your dick against him and gave you his brush. Your fingers were already digging in his hair to delicately rub his scalp. He let out a loud groan, relaxing in your hand, becoming putty.

You finally grabbed his brush and began your work, wetting his hair, careful as to not let water go in his eyes. You combed his hair at the same time.

You could see him shift a bit each time you removed a strand of hair that was stinking to his back, tickling his skin lightly making you giggle softly.

"Ticklish ?"

"Am not." He lied and loudly gasped when your fingers hit his sides, making him wiggle in your grasp.

"Stop it." He warned, squinting his eyes, turning to you ready to fight back as you raised your hands in surrender.

With some hesitation and suspicion he turns his back toward you again, biting back a smile.

You return your attention to his hair, playing with them a little bit and even braiding them. If Buggy could purr, he would be doing so right now.

You hummed as you continued to touch his long hair, getting rid of the few knots that made their way in since the last time you bathed together. Not once did he wince, to say how careful you were being.

You let him rest against you once you were done, his back pressed against your chest as your arms snaked around his waist.

After a few minutes you nudge him.

"We should get washed." You said, planting a kiss on his shoulder. He groaned, clearly not wanting to move.

"C'mon Buggy."

"Five more minutes."

"The water will be cold and you won't like it. You'll whine like a baby." You say smiling against his skin.

"I don't whine. Especially not like a baby." He retorts with an offended scoff. "But fine, whatever."

You watched his hands detach themselves from his body and grab the washcloth and the soap before coming back, handing them to you.

You take turns washing each other's back and you'd expect him to rub as harshly as he scrubbed his face but no, he's surprisingly gentle, making sure to get every inch of your skin.

He blushes and turns his head to the side when you stand up and wash your front while he tries not to stare at your dick from the corner of his eyes.

You sit back down in the water and give him the washcloth and soap and he's a bit sheepish on which way to face.

You end up having his ass right in your face as he washes himself and you can't help but give him a pinch, making him jump.

"Stop it !"

"But it's right in front of me !"

"Would you prefer this ?" He says, turning around, his dick now facing you.

"Yeah." You say, giving him a shrug and he throws the washcloth on your face as you laugh.

"Pervert."

"Pervert yourself, you're the one who kept ogling me while I washed."

"You little- I wasn't- it's not- ugh, nevermind !"

You smiled at your victory and he placed his hands in front of his dick and turned around, his ass facing you again.

"You lost your watching privileges."

You laughed as you moved closer and bit his ass, making him yelp.

"Aw ! What the fuck !?" He yelled as he quickly jumped out of the bath, rubbing his ass with his detached hands as you laughed.

"Don't you wanna cuddle ?" You ask, wiggling in the water.

"Not with a cannibalistic guy."

You shrugged, your head falling back as you closed your eyes and began to relax once more. Buggy eyed you, still suspicious before finally jumping back in, moving your legs so he could sit between them.

"Better not bite me again." He says, leaning against you with a small sigh.

"Can't promise." You say, opening your mouth. Your teeth about to graze at the skin of his neck.

"Don't think about it." He warns. You smile and kiss his neck instead.

"I wasn't gonna do anything."

"Right, and I didn't feel your stinkin' breath on me." He says, slightly turning his head to look at you.

"I was breathing through my nose."

"So you admit you were about to bite me ? Again."

"I admit I want to eat you up." You say with a smile, closing your eyes and resting your chin on his shoulder, squeezing him tighter against you. "Because you're too cute." You add, kissing his shoulder.

To this he says nothing, a slight blush dusting his cheeks, squinting his eyes as he looks at your peaceful form.

"The water is cold now." He grumbles.

"Mh. Five more minutes."

[onyx-syn]

Currently at work but now I'm imagining you giving Buggy a nice head massage from a hard day at work

Just a fluffy image here 💙

A/N: I promise I'll actually write a fic out when I get the chance but for now ✨imagines✨ also in imaging this as LA buggy but either one (LA, anime, or manga) works for this!

Buggy is a very 'flashy' guy, always putting on performances that the audience just 'loves' to watch and witness, of course led by the man himself. Almost setting the entire circus on fire at one point with his magnificent acts... let's just say it was a rough day that day for everyone.

And today was not exception. While at sea, in his personal quarters, Buggy snuggle up deeper into your chest breathing in your scent as he mummers in delight. Your finger tangled in his blue locks -which is surprisingly soft, he tries to keep up with his hair- slowly pulling out them farther, hearing the sweet sounds of enjoyment from your silly man.

You grip his head gently, moving your finger tips in a scrubby motion, giving his head scratches. You can hear Buggy mumble in your chest along the lines of "god it feels so niceeee".

You smile gleefully as you continue to massage his head, sending waves of happiness to him.

Buggy is the type of man where, yes he does beg and whine much of the time for any sort of attention just for shits and giggles at times, he did need some real genuine attention when it was most needed such as now. He always strived for all eyes on him but the only eyes he needed on him was yours.

Buggy lifts his head up, having a very relaxed look plastered on his face. His makeup was smeared just a smidge but not too much. His eyes half lidded as he stared at you, his watercolor eyes glimmering in the lamps illuminating light.

He leans into your touch, speaking, "That... feels... so good... hmmm" he whispers at the end, falling back into your chest. His arms wrap around your waist as he pulls himself closer to you.

You giggle, smiling gleefully at the man you call 'my love'.

"How are you feeling now bugs?" You asked him, curiously. Your hands moving from his soft locks and down to his back, lifting up his vest a bit as your nails move along his back, sending a shockwave of euphoria to him.

He nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, kissing lightly on it as he lets out some mewls of sleepiness.

"Feeling, great, doll" he tells you, giggling lightly as you drag your nails across a spot on his back, around his rib cage, making him feel ticklish.

He may be a killing pillaging pirate, but he had his moments of goodness.

He lifts his head back up to stare at you, smiling maliciously with his red stained lips stick across his beautiful face. You return the smile and press your nose up against his, giving him a bunny kiss before pressing your lips onto his. You knew he was self conscious about his nose, and even then he was still iffy about any sort of loving attention on it, however the bunny kisses slowly won him over.

His presses his lips back onto yours, smirking in the kiss before pulling away. Chuckling at the red stained mark on your lips.

"I love ya, my sugar pie~" he tells you, melting into your touch once more as you now had one hand tangled in his locks of hair, draped over his shoulders and back, and the other hand scratching his back softly.

He pressed his forehead against your chest, letting you kiss the scalp of his sea blue hair.

"I love you too, bugs~"

[hey-august]

Congrats on 250!!!!! For the event: Cat + “Knock it off”

Thaaaaank you!!! tbh, I still can't believe you follow me and we're moots 🥹❤️❤️

Prompts: Cat / Dog (cat), "Knock it off." Teaser: "You were close enough to his armpit to smell the musk permeating the thick coat. This fucker." Warnings: SFW, established relationship, lil bit of a scuffle, buggy is ticklish Word count: ~1.3k

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The morning was full of rumors about the new recruit you found - someone huge, but surprisingly agile, an assassin from the shadows, and skilled in hand to hand combat. The new recruit was a certified freak with extra fingers and toes, needle-sharp teeth, and eyes that looked through you.

Some of the crew joked to Buggy about how they kept blades in their fur coat, just like someone they know. The constant whispers, mutters, and chuckles filling the background created an agitating buzz in the pirate’s head. While he trusted you and would ask you for advice (in private), you did not have the authority to recruit new crew members without his approval. The captain’s approval.

You were slipping out of the bedroom when Buggy stormed up in a frenzied whirlwind. Complaints and non sequiturs swirled around you, flying in one ear and out the other. He had much to say, but very little to actually tell you. You grabbed him by the wrist to help anchor his thoughts, and ran your thumb along the fabric on his forearm. The contact brought his eyes to meet yours, but not his attention. Although he was looking at you, he wasn’t seeing you.

“Where is he?” Buggy finally huffed. 

His eyes darted around looking for the freaky giant that you must be hiding. The lump in his throat grew, despite his attempts at swallowing it down with all the saliva collecting in his mouth. Not only did you invite someone onto the ship, but you must be hiding him. Everyone said you were still showing the newbie around. Buggy’s eyes finally landed on the door behind you. The door whose knob you held in one hand behind your back.

“Is he in there?” The question came out in a strangled shout, cracking at the peak.

Preparing for what would happen next, you grounded your feet and tightened your grip on his arm. Buggy tried to push you aside and failed. You swung his arm to the side, trying to keep him from grabbing you or the knob. While the chop chop man could easily overpower obstacles like this, he rarely did. Not when you were involved. Next, he tried to knock you off balance by bumping your hips with his and lunging for the knob. You countered by hooking a leg around one of his and using his center of gravity to remain stable.

“Buggy, stop. Leave her alone,” you hissed. Your body was tense, muscles straining to keep Buggy from moving out of the awkward position you had him locked in.

“No!” Buggy managed to slip an arm around your head and pulled you down into a headlock. You were close enough to his armpit to smell the musk permeating the thick coat. This fucker. You let him skip out on wash day and now he was using your kindness against you.

“What the fuck! Let me go!” 

Of course your request was ignored. Buggy stepped to the side, planning to pull you away from the door entirely. While his focus was on the rearrangement, you furiously dug your fingers into his sides and squeezed. Feeling ribs under your fingertips, you pummeled those with pointed massages until you squeezed out a high pitched screech.

“K-knock it off!!” It was a piercing shriek. One that sounded like victory to you. 

Rather than shoving you away and risking your feral grip dragging along his ticklish ribs, Buggy broke apart and rebuilt himself a few steps away. He glared at you, red faced and out of breath, wincing slightly as he soothed his assaulted muscles. Despite losing the battle, the pirate was not ready to give up. He took a step towards the door. It was slow and deliberate, daring you to get in the way again. You both knew the rules. If one person played dirty, the other could play dirtier. You upped the ante by tickling him after the stink attack. It would be Buggy’s turn to fuck with you next, and you rarely survived the second onslaught.

“Fine, fine. Let me introduce you.”

You stepped in front of Buggy and slowly pushed the door open. Very slowly. With the first few inches of space, you slide your foot into the room. Then your leg. When there was enough space, you popped in your head, before continuing the awkward slither.

Buggy watched the impromptu interpretive dance. This was weird. Were you afraid? Did you invite someone dangerous onto his ship? But you wouldn’t leave them in this room alone. What was going on? He waited until you beckoned him in with a wave of your hand. A treacherous hand that just tickled him, so he didn’t feel very trusting at the moment. But he followed.

He looked around the room, hair tassels swinging from his hat as he whipped his head around. The movement was followed by curious eyes. The new recruit. She was at his desk, staring as he entered the room. Assessing him. After a quiet moment, she blinked her yellow eyes and stretched, showing off her sharp weapons. Not in a show of aggression or dominance, but because she felt comfortable. She felt relaxed here. Relaxed enough to rest her head on Buggy’s desk and bask in the sunlight.

“A…a cat?” His body deflated as the anxious tension released. There was also a twinge of disappointment. Buggy had spent much of the day preparing for some type of fight and all the adrenaline pumping in his body was unnecessary now.

“Mmhm, she followed me onto the ship and wouldn’t leave. I think she likes it here. She’s not afraid of Richie, can you believe it? They got along like old friends,” you said with a smile.

“Probably because she’s fucking huge,” Buggy muttered. 

The cat was surprisingly big, larger than the other felines Buggy saw on ships or creeping the docks. Pointy ears twitched in the sunlight as she stretched out again, shuffling the papers under her striped body and knocking trinkets off the desk. 

“Hey, watch it!” A lone hand flew over to shoo the cat away from his shit. Rather than being startled, a large paw reached out and hooked the appendage with a sharp claw.

Buggy gasped in shock and tried to pull himself back. Reluctant to let go of the new toy, the cat added in another paw and reeled the hand back in with a satisfied chirp. You couldn’t hide your laughter at Buggy’s indignant sputter. He could feel the pricks poking through the leather glove, a warning to not pull away again.

“Listen, she better not be a distraction or break anything,” Buggy grumbled. 

This was too much for him and he wanted to get away. All day he spent mentally preparing to either lose you to some buff new recruit or to fight for you. Then he had to actually fight you. All that to be faced with a fucking cat who was taking over his space. And it even took his hand. If he didn’t step out, his agitation would boil over and it wouldn’t end well for anyone. Throwing a petty sneer at the cat, Buggy left the room.

“She’s already got a job catching mice!” you called after him. 

“Tell her my hand isn’t a fucking mouse,” floated back through the open door.

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You weren’t able to wrestle Buggy’s hand away from its captor (cat-ptor?) so you decided to try again later. Hours later you slinked back into the room. The desktop was empty - no cat and most of the papers had been knocked off. What wasn’t empty was the bed.

Buggy was curled up on the mattress and nestled between his fully-intact arms was the cat. Her furry chest rose and fell at a steady pace, as did Buggy’s - at a slower, but still steady, sleepy, pace. As much as you wanted to join the cuddle puddle, you decided to let the two finish their cat nap. Maybe later, you could get Buggy’s help with picking a name for the new recruit.

[alechans-cutetickles]

🇮🇹:sapete cosa? nn mi interessa se un perdonaggio nn e affetuoso devo fare questo per lei UnU

🇺🇸:yk what? Idc wich fictional character isn't affectuos i have to do this for her UnU

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ 💜ennui♡︎tickle headcanons📱˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

(🇮🇹:Una ✨lee✨)

(🇺🇸:She is a ✨lee✨)

☆⋆₊° ☆⋆₊° ☾ ♡⋆' ・ ₊ ° * ゜・♡

🇺🇸:

ʚ Ler:soft/playfull/sneaky ɞ

💌 she LOVE tickle pranks >:3 🧠

｡⋆ʚ♡⃛ɞ if u r very sleepy she can wake up u with the tickle monster suprisse /// !

꒦꒷ if u have problem to sleep she can give u tickle cuddle so u can calm down ^//w//^ ~

🦴 "oh yeah ur not ticklish don't make my fingers wiggling~ 7//w//7" 🐾

🎀 "ur smell lies~ 7//o//7" 📎

🎧 her fav tool is her fingers 🩹

📎 she like nibbling~ 6//6 💟

🪶 her fav spot it's belly n armpits 🍓

.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

🇮🇹:

ʚ Ler:soffice/giocerelona ɞ

🐾 ADORA gli scherzi dell solletico >:3 💯

♡ᵎᵎᵎ se sei pigrone lei ti svelgia con il mostro dell solletico /// ?

🔪 sei hai problemi di sonno ti lei ti potrebbe dare delle coccole di solletico cosi ti calmi ^//w//^ ♡︎

🕸️ "a si nn soffri il solletico? Nn farmi muovere le dita~ 7//w//7" 💌

🍖 "odori buggie~ 7//o//7" 🍥

🫁 ama solleticare con le sue dita 🫀

🦷 ama solleticare i pancini e le asscele 💕

꧁༺-----☆-----༻꧂

🇺🇸:

'*•.¸♡ lee:soft/shy ♡¸.•*'

🇯🇵 ok...she hide that she LOVE be tickled /// 💯

🍡 she get suprisess n fluttered if u asko if she is tickle or if u can tickle her >//< 🍮

🎧 "W-WHAT M-ME T-TICKLISH?! N-NO O//O" ♡̶

🔪 she is 92% EXTRA ticklish~ 7//7" •*¨*•.¸¸ઇଓ

⋆⑅˚₊ she give tickle cuddles when u are stressed but if she is tressed too she come to u and asking if she can having tickle cuddles (so cute ///) ๑՞.

⑅꙳ ♡ ༘ she LOVE be tickled on her tummy ///❤️❤️ 🦴

⋆͛♡⋆͛ her worst spot it's her belly button ♡༣

💌 "OHOHOHO MHYHYHY UR TOHOHO GOHOHOHOD AT THIHIHIHS >//w//<" 🦷

🍖 she love be tickled with a feather~ ^//^ 🥞

🍼 her laugh it's super dubet cute /// ♡︎

🧠 she is too shy for asking tickle but she adore tummy kisess so she can asking for that >//< 🌈

🍒 she some time cover her mouth when she giggle awww 𖦹//𖦹 🏩

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ﮩ෴ﮩ_______

🇮🇹:

'*•.¸♡ lee:soffice/timida ♡¸.•*'

ꗯ ok...lei nasconde che ADORA essere solleticata /// ~❥

🦷 viene sopressa e imbarazzata quando li dici se soffre il solletico o se la potressi solleticarla >//< 🍮

♡⃛⋆⁺ "C-COSA I-IO S-SOFFRO IL SOLLETICO?! N-NO! O//O" 𖦹

ʚ❤︎ɞ dall 92% lo soffre~ 7//7 !

⸜♡⃛⸝‍ ti da le coccole dell solletico se sei stressato ma se e stressata anche lei viene da te a chiedertelo (che carina ///) ꒰໓ ♡⃛ ໕꒱

💯 ADORA farsi solleticare sull suo pancino ///❤️❤️ 🫁

🍥 il suo punto debole é l'ombellico ♪

❥ · ﾟ₊ "OHOHOHOHO MIO DHIHIHOHOHO SEHEHEHIHI TROPPO BRAHAHAVX A QUEEHEHETHOHO >//w//< ꨄ︎

🍡 adora essere solletocata da una piuma ^//^ 🍼

🇯🇵 ha una risata super duber carina ^//^ 🌈

🥞 é troppo timida per dire se puo essere solleticata ma adora i bacini sull pancino quindi lei puo chiedere se lo puo averlo >//< 🍒

˚｡・* ੈ♡ qualce volta nasconde la sua bocca awww 𖦹//𖦹 🏩

。♡ ˙ ˚ ʚ ᕱ⑅ᕱ ɞ ˚ ˙ ♡ 。

[switch-writer]

Could I request Lee and Ler Buggy the clown hcs? (I'm so sorry)

Buggy The Clown Tickle Headcanons

A/N: I’ve seen both the live action and anime and we NOSE that BUGGY IS ON TOP 🗣️ So I had a lot of fun writing these HCs, I’ve been busy recently so I liked writing these in my spare time. So, do enjoy and feel free to request more! 💙

• Okay. First off, he isn’t usually the type to start tickling, it’s rare if he does, and if he did, it’d be within his first mate(s) due to the fact it’s silly and he likes to be a bit more feared. Tickling doesn’t help that usually.

• On the off chance he does choose to tickle someone first, he will constantly have a big grin on his face.

• “Oh? Repeat that again. Please. I dare you.”

• He will detach/chop(?) his hands and hover them above whoever it is, wiggling his fingers all dramatically.

• He also likes using his detached hands to sneak one hand behind someone and poke/tickle them from behind to be sneaky.

• When he was growing up with Shanks, he would probably get easily offended (though that hasn’t changed) and then tickle Shanks to get back at him.

• He likes to occasionally detach his hand and poke someone to get their attention then act all innocent as if he didn’t send a little electric sensation through someone for the fun of it.

• Buggy however is someone who usually doesn’t full on tickle someone, he’s too ‘feared’ to do that… BUT. If he does, he likely was provoked and is doing anything for you to take back whatever you said.

• So on this rare chance, he will constantly be changing spots, tickling you all over and sporadically. He also doesn’t have a gentle touch, so his tickles are messy and meant to make you burst out laughing.

• Won’t stop until you take it back so he can fix his wounded ego.

• Buggy when he’s on the receiving end however. He’s honestly going to be a moody/pouty child after receiving tickles.

• Besides the moodiness, he is certainly ticklish and will burst out laughing with simple scratches towards a spot.

• Soft/very gentle tickles throw him for a loop and confuse him. He doesn’t expect it to be gentle so it throws him off, but he finds it slightly more tolerable.

• He’s the type to flail his arms or be smacking his fist on the ground to make it more bearable.

• Snorts a fair amount. He also always has a loud laugh. He naturally is very loud, so you have zero chance for him to be quiet.

• Probably someone who needs to sit or lay down or else he’ll just tumble to the floor and roll around. He gets very weak from tickles.

• Buggy will probably be recovering for a bit after being tickled, but give him 30 seconds and he’ll whip his head around and scold whoever tickled him afterwards.

• He’ll squirm as if you’re murdering him, he will thrash and kick his legs like crazy, and his hair will be all over the place. He’ll look like he was just in a tornado.

• Buggy can’t handle anticipation in the SLIGHTEST. He will start squirming and practically shrieking at you to quit thinking about what you’re about to do and probably try and have a boxing match with you.

• Revenge is very common with Buggy. Its a way for him to gain his pride back.

• His weak/worst spots are probably his soles and his belly. Although, a honorable mention would be his ribs.

• Despite the pouting/hurt pride and all, he actually admires the bravery and will comment on it. Thats his way of saying he’s fine with what happened afterwards and excusing it.

• However, usually after that, he’d quickly shift gears and go running after you to get you back.

• In short, he’ll be angry and pissy. If you’re someone like Shanks? He’ll tolerate it… He needs the trust aspect to find it alright and allow the vulnerability.

• Don’t get cocky however, his hands will always manage to catch up with you.

Hopefully you enjoyed!

[beanghostprincess]

What if…. What if Shanks was ticklish and Buggy was the only person in the world who knows because would you go over and just try and tickle an emperor of the sea? Would you have the balls? I don’t think so. Buggy’s Chopchop ability was the bane of Shanks existence when they were young, but he would insist on being not ticklish at all, even when Buggy’s detached hand was finger walking it’s way up from his arm to his shoulder to his neck and he was already biting his lower lip and shaking because he knew what was coming.

Which also is the problem he’s facing in the current day, because you’d think Haki would help with being ticklish because you can anticipate it coming but it’s even WORSE actually because Buggy can just look at him funny and Shanks is already trembling and giggling because he’s the kind of guy who gets phantom tickles and he knows Buggy well enough to know when he gets the idea.

Buggy is torn between being pleased that he has finally found a weak point and thinking it’s the stupidest thing he ever heard and being mad about it (especially during the time when he’s still in denial about having positive feelings about him as an adult) and between being weirdly… moved? Nostalgic? Trying not to be touched? Because thing is: Shanks only lets him do that. There aren’t many people around who would still dare to try this with Shanks anyways, but let’s say Buggy sees Yasopp just kind of make a grabby motion towards Shanks in jest while they are out drinking and Shanks equally playfully slaps his hand away, which Buggy knows he wouldn’t have done if it was his hand and would have lead to a one sided twenty minute long tickle fight between them when they were younger. Tries real hard not to think about why that pleases him.

I don’t know either I was just struck with the mental image of Buggy with a shit eating grin on his face asking Shanks if he’s suuuuure he’s not ticklish at all? Reaaaally not even a little? While his fingertips lightly draw circles on his neck and Shanks going „NOPE! Ffffhhh. Not, ha-, not at all! Nooooo…“ while visibly holding back laughter. And it’s cute af

This is the sweetest thing ever and I'm dying reading this,,

I love this because I'm sure there are a lot of things Shanks and Buggy did only with each other together when they were kids that feel too personal and intimate to let anybody else do it. Shanks doesn't let other people tickle him, not because of being an emperor, but because that's something Buggy did to him when they were kids and he refuses somebody else to do it. And it's such a simple, stupid thing but,, Imagine these two trying to reconnect. Trying to get along again. And it's hard to be the way they used to be all of a sudden, so it's slow and it takes a lot of time for them to learn about the people they've become without the other. And as you said, Buggy sees the whole thing of Yasopp trying to reach out to Shanks and Shanks not wanting that. There's just this warmth inside of Buggy. Satisfaction. Relief. Whatever this is called. And he hates the feeling of getting soft and weak around Shanks again, but damn, it's just so fucking nice to see him react like that to his own crew, even, when Buggy knows he would never do that to him.

So he tries to prove that theory and after a few more drinks he reaches out to him and places a hand on his hip (trying to play it off like it's nothing and it's not embarrassing at all, when he's actually panicking). And Shanks not only lets him do it but sits closer to him. He places his arm around Buggy's shoulders and keeps laughing at somebody else's joke like nothing happened. He likes his touch and apparently, he keeps wanting more and Buggy hates how much he loves being like this again, even if they've changed. Even if the arm pressing him close it's not the left one like it used to be.

Shanks looks at Buggy smiling, oh so happy and satisfied it makes Buggy go insanely mad. So the clown just rolls his eyes and smirks, and decides to do the thing he always did to piss off Shanks and starts tickling him. His laugh fills the whole place and it's so damn lovely,,, Their crews just ignore them but share knowing looks of "Oh, these two are going to be so damn annoying now if they start getting along again".

And I think that, besides the tickling, there are so many things that they don't let other people do because the other used to do it with them. Like- Buggy let Shanks touch his hair all the time because it felt nice and apparently the redhead loved it, but now he fucking hates it when other people touch it. Shanks doesn't let people tickle him, as you said, but also despises it when somebody drinks from the same bottle/glass as him because he and Buggy used to share bottles of sake in secret back at the Oro Jackson and it brings back old memories. Etc, etc, etc and a thousand things more they did together and refuse to let other people do now.

[cringeandproud]

A healthy reminder

Buggy the clown is canonically ticklish

[impel-clown]

Buggy being canonically ticklish and his partners just straight up abusing that after a while

Like at first they're just like "who cares"

But then they start giving him a few pokes here and there to bully him and tease him, maybe even during his speeches???

A poke, him trying to not die, Croc and/or Mihawk like "keep your composure, you're an emperor"

And then they end up using it in private cause yeah let's try what it would be like

AND THEN Y'KNOW

✨chaotic✨love✨

So funnily enough, I actually have a fic I'm hoping to post soon with the exact scenario of Croc/Mihawk taking advantage of their sensitive clown! Here's a little preview of that:

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“Well?”

Buggy blinks back to reality, greeted by Crocodile’s smirk. “Uh . . . What?”

“Are you going to thank me?”

He becomes keenly aware of the hand poised above his rib cage, the hook no less threatening on the other side. There’s a right answer, but there’s no necessarily good answer. Buggy doesn’t thank him? He’s going to get tickled until he passes out. Buggy does thank him? Probably still going to get tickled until he passes out. Still, Buggy knows exactly how to answer. He may be a fool, but he’s no idiot.

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[gigglz]

ALRIGHT CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE FACT THAT THIS GUY

IS CANONICALLY TICKLISH???😭 i was watching the live action (BUGGY IS JUST SO QUWYEHFNSVDHFH) and remember this little fact from the anime

[the-bar-sinister]

Two Swordsmen (700 words) by thesavagesabretooth Summary: Five times Cabaji and Daz Bones didn't kiss, and one time they did.

-

"Guess we're out of a job, huh?" Cabaji glanced away from where the recently arrived Mihawk was showing off in front of Buggy and Crocodile.

He expected some sympathy but Daz shook his head. "Mihawk can't be everywhere at once, can he? And we have other strengths."

"Maybe you do." Cabaji shoved his hands in his pockets. Daz was a devil fruit user. What did Cabaji have?

Daz sighed, putting a hand on his back. "Come on, let's get a drink in you."

Cabaji went tense at the unexpected contact, but he couldn't deny he needed a drink. Or several.

-

Cabaji was several drinks in, and Daz was now his best friend in the world. Forget Mohji. Who the hell was Mohji? That backstabber! Daz, now, Daz understood him. One cool, mysterious swordsman to another.

"Cheers, man." He raised his glass, and put his free hand around Daz' shoulders, self-aware that he was much more free with personal contact when he was this drunk. "You didn't have to cheer me up, but you sure did."

Daz grinned and raised his own glass. "Our captains are working together. We'll be working together. Might as well get along."

"I'll drink to that."

-

Daz turned out to make a hell of a partner on the battlefield. His devil fruit powers gave him a strong, chaotic defensive style which created plenty of openings for Cabaji's smooth, acrobatic and precise attacks.

Maybe Cabaji was still a little envious of Mihawk, but he got a swell of pride any time a cadre of marines ran screaming from them. A swell of pride every time they cut down enemies together in a whirling tango of blades and stood shoulder to shoulder, both covered in blood.

Blood suited Daz, Cabaji thought, like an adornment on a bronze statue.

-

Cabaji felt his skin prickle as Daz' large, warm hands brushed over his shoulders while he carefully bandaged his wounds for him.

"Careful there," he grumbled, feeling the heat rise to his face at the touch.

"Ticklish?" Daz' smirked.

"No." It was more that he was embarrassed about how much he liked the feeling of Daz' hands on him. He reminded himself that they could turn to knives at any moment. It didn't help. "I can do it myself, you know."

"You did mine. Fair's fair." Daz looked very pleased with himself, and Cabaji squirmed, face suddenly feeling even warmer. 

-

"Is that one of Crocodile's cigars?" 

"Yep." Daz grinned and lifted it to his broad lips, wrapping them around the end of it. There was a sensuality to the gesture that Cabaji couldn't quite ignore completely.

"He shares them, huh?" Cabaji had assumed the warlord would be stingy with them.

"If he likes you." He let out a breath of smoke that tickled Cabaji's nose. He wasn't much of a smoker but it seemed Crocodile had the good stuff. "Want to try it?"

"... why not." 

Daz leaned passed him the cigar, still moist when Cabaji put it to his lips.

-

"You're always so far away. Come on, there's plenty of room."

Like the first evening they'd spent together they were several drinks in. That was why Cabaji didn't die of shock when Daz patted his lap in invitation.

He turned scarlet, yes, but he eased his way closer, bottle in hand, and sat down across the larger man's legs.

"Better?" he asked as if challenging him to change his mind.

"A lot better." Daz draped his arm around Cabaji's shoulders. They sat drinking in awkward silence for a moment.

Cabaji cracked first. He grabbed Daz' sharp jaw and pulled him down into an aggressive kiss, all tongue, and teeth and pent up desire. How dare Daz be so pleasant to be around. And handsome. And free with physical attention.

Daz scooped him in his arms and pulled him closer, matching the ferocity of the kiss like they kept pace on the battlefield.

When they broke, breathless, Daz grinned. "Finally."

"You were waiting?" Cabaji demanded.

Daz nodded. "You're like a block of ice. I didn't know what it would take."

Cabaji glanced at his drink. "Time, I guess. And Alcohol."

"Works every time." Daz chuckled, and pulled him into another kiss.