#fma tickle

[adrienisweird]

Greed's weakness

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Decided to write again thanks to the encouragement of my beloved @nataliewritez . Thank you so much for your encouragement dear! Without further ado, have some lee!greed

TW: light swearing, tickles

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It had been going on like this for far too long, Greed had a bad habit of not sleeping enough. That in and of itself wouldn't be too bad if he didn't constantly mutter things to himself, seemingly having lengthy conversations with Ling.

Edward has had enough, he's a guy who loves sleeping, and Greed's constant mumbling wasn't easy to fall asleep to.

"Greed can you shut up??" Ed called out for what seemed to be the millionth time from his sleeping bag, but he got no response. At first he assumed Greed was just in deep conversation, but after catching a glimpse of a smirk he got the feeling he was being ignored on purpose. Most likely by both Greed and Ling, they both had a love for annoying Ed.

More mumbling came from Greed, almost louder this time. That was it, if Greed won't listen then Ed will MAKE him listen!

At this point greed wasn't even saying anything, he was only muttering nonsense to further annoy the short alchemist and to amuse himself. He expected to be yelled at again, but what instead happened was Ed throwing himself towards Greed, grabbing him by the shoulders and tackling him to the ground.

The kid was nimble, he'll give him that. He didn't even have time to react. Although the tingling feeling by his shoulders was also a bit of a distraction. Everytime Ed's hands slightly moved it'd send more strange sensations through his body, causing his judgement to become slightly fuzzy.

"I've had enough of your damn babbling and jammering- I cannot sleep i... you.." The sound of his voice was becoming a bit more muffled, Ling was trying to listen in a bit on the conversation as well.

Ling tried to sneakily rise to the surface for a bit, just to understand what got Greed so twitchy all of a sudden. He felt the slight tingling around where the red marks Greed had caused to appear on the front of his shoulders.

Hm.. that feels almost.. Oh. OH.

Ling smirked to himself as he sank back down into their conciousness, suddenly realizing just why Greed was so on edge.

"And for the- Are you even listening!?" Ed shook him a bit in frustration, although he didn't expect Greed to grab his wrists. Now that Ed looked closer, it almost looked like Greed was.. blushing? He looked down at his hands and back to Greed, catching the faintest hint of a smile on his lips.

"Huh? Wha.. Greed.. Are you.. Ticklish?" His smirk grew wider by the second and Greed suddenly felt very vulnerable.

He had never experienced what Ed was describing as "ticklish", but from the small bits and pieces of memories he'd been able to see through Ling he had an idea of what it was.

If he was being honest with himself for just a moment, he had wanted to know just how it felt, but now he's getting nervous at how smug Ed and Ling seemed.

'Oh yeah? You wanna know what being tickled feels like? Seems like you're about to find out~' Ling teased from inside his head. Damn their shared mental space.

'Shut up, princey' He snarked back, trying to cling onto his dignity.

His talk with Ling was cut short by an elecric sort of feeling in his side, Ed had experimentally squeezed his side and caused him to jolt from the sensation.

"Oho man, this is good. Big, bad Greed: Ticklish!" Ed laughed, excitement glimmering in his eyes. Before Greed could clap back with some smartass comment Ed used both of his hands to methodically squeeze up and down his sides, causing Greed to slam his mouth shut in order to keep the involuntary giggles from slipping out.

Greed settled on digging his heels into the soft dirt underneath him as he tries to keep the slowly building laughter down, all the while having Ling and Ed make constant quips from both inside of his hesd and outside.

Ed was easy enough to ignore, but ignoring a constant teasing voice in your head proved to be a bit harder, the crimson blush slowly taking over his face being solid proof.

"Hey, Ling, I had no clue you could blush like that! Or is it just a Greed thing..?" Edward squinted his eyes at the blushing homonculus, suddenly questioning if Greed and Ling can show a differense physically.

'So that's what that is! I was wondering why our face felt so hot, you're blushing~' Ling teases from inside their mind.

"GrraHAha- Shut uhup brahat!" Greed exclaims, completely foregoing the internal monolouge as Ed's fingers hit the lower edge of his ribs.

"That's rude!" 'That's rude!' Both Ed and Ling call out, almost at the exact same time

"Fuhuck, you guhuys eheven tahalk at thehe sahame thihime!" Greed groans through his laughter, which sounds surprisingly boyish compared to his voice.

Suddenly the maddening sensations seemed to dull as Ling pushed himself to the front briefly. The relief of it all caused Greed to stop paying attention and he missed what Ling said, but whatever it was it made Ed grin like a little kid in a candy store.

"Hehey Edward! Try the rehed circles around our shoulders! I think thehey're weak points" Ling chuckles, the ticklish sensations dulled for him.

"Wh- Ling? Alright" Ed quickly recovered from the surprise of seeing Ling surface and he grew a shit-eating grin.

Greed was then shoved back to the front once more, and froze when he felt where Ed's hands were now resting. He already felt the slight buzzing from Ed placing his hands above the marks, and he desperatly fought back an anticipatory smile.

"Alright that's en- EEAH!" He was once more interrupted by Ed, experimentally scribbling roughly over the area where his marks should be. The black button-up shirt Ling had worn before turning did nothing to protect him from Ed's slow scratching, it was driving him up the wall. He slammed his heels against the ground and went to grab Ed's wrists, but found he had no control over his arms. Damn you, Ling, you sneaky bastard.

He swears he could feel Ling sticking his tongue out at him.

"GeHET OHOFF OHOF MEHEE! EHELRIC!-" His voice broke in the manner a teenage boy's voice might, damn this teenage body of his.

"Hoholy crap, Ling was right on the money!" Ed chuckled, opting to scribble with one of his hands and trace the rough outline of the markings with the other.

Greed felt hot tears pricking the corners of his eyes and his stomach burned from laughing so much.

"IHIM GOHOING TO KIHILL YOHOU PRIHINCEHEY!" He calls out to Ling, who had caught on to Greed reaching his limit.

Greed feels a much welcome calm wash over him (As calm as it can get in a space with hundreds of screaming souls) as he is pushed to the back.

"Ahalright Ed, he's had ehenough." Ling chuckles as the residual tickles affected him, Ed got the message and let him go, watching Greed- Ling? Meh, he can't tell right now.

After a moment he reached out but stopped himself, instead opting for an unsure "Ling?"

He then sees Ling-Greed get up and understands immediately who it is, if the terrifying grin is any indication. "Nope, it's Greed, kid."

Before Ed can get out another word he is tackled to the ground and quickly finds out what happens if you mess with Greed.

Although, he noticed the prevolent blush on Greed's ears and didn't understand why he'd be the one blushing.

But Greed knew, after all, Ling is never going to shut up about this now.

[flames-tstuff]

Winry could've been so mean...

Some earlier/alternate versions below the cut :>

[lovelymessybubbly]

art i recently did of my most darling eddy inspired by the amazing fiction @wreckingtickles wrote for me (which you can read here) (/▽＼*)｡o○♡ thank you again for providing me with such delicious ideas to destroy my favorite with !! I feel like my urges are soundly satiated after illustrating his suffering ufufu~

[nihidea-art]

« The Sun »

idk silly late night doodle of the boi

[wreckingtickles]

How the Time Tables

Edward Elric meets a fan.

Words: 3,617

I dropped the ball at the end, I am so sorry.

"What the hell is going on?!"

Edward had been shouting his head off since the moment he'd opened his eyes, finding himself surrounded by an endless, featureless white expanse. More concerning was the fact that even if there had been a reason to turn around, he couldn't: he was kneeling on some kind of surface padded with purple cushions, his arms raised over his head, dangling from chains secured to nothing, and he could feel padded stocks around his ankles, his feet dangling under his ass. He couldn't even scrunch them - elastic chords pulled his big toes back.

He was startled when he felt a saccharine voice behind him.

"Dear Tama, The Auction would like to thank you for your continued support. Please, accept the enclosed as a token of our appreciation for your patronage as well as expertise. We hope it is to your liking."

The voice chuckled gleefully. "They're so sweet! Aren't they sweet?"

"Who the hell are you?! What did you do to me?!" he snapped, struggling to break free.

Tama was beyond delighted. The pipsqueak was adorable with his long blond hair whipping from side to side, but his well-defined musculature made him more than just cute. And he was perfectly vulnerable, bare-chested and barefoot, at her mercy, or lack thereof.

"Don't worry honey, you'll be back in your own canon in no time. I'm just going to have a little bit of fun first."

"What kind of f-fuHUCK!" burst out of him when he felt a pair of long, manicured nails prod at his left flank. He hadn't heard the woman approach, but thankfully the assault lasted less than a second.

"Stop that, I'll punch you into next Thursday, you hag!" he yelled, twisting to try to turn around, and failing to capture more than just a vague outline of the tall, yellow-garbed woman towering behind him.

A moment passed. Then, "Hehehhehehy I shahahaid stohhohop you crahahahazy wihihihitcch!!!"

Uncontrollable titters spilled out of Ed as two sets of fingernails were now skittering up and down his sides, gliding kiss-light along the sensitive skin, and eliciting peal after peal of indignant cackles. "Hahahahahaha!!! Cuhuhuhut ihihihit ohohohout Ill behehheat youohoho uhuhahahahahhahaahahahah!!!"

A few moments later than she'd intended - his reactions were too adorable - Tama switched to squeezing his sides and hipbone, and though that did elicit plenty of high-pitched squeaks that Ed despised with all of himself, it was clear that it wasn't as bad as her nails, so, naturally, she switched back to her previous method, interspersing the occasional squeeze to keep him on his toes. The result was Ed's laughter rising by an octave not even a minute after she'd started.

"Hahahahahahah youohohoh bihahahahahahaaha NO NOHOT THahAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH!!! HAHAHAH hahahaahahah!!"

Tama chuckled. It was cute that he was still trying to speak, but even cuter to see him go from insults to protests. It was also interesting that sloooowly dragging her nails proved more effective than administering quick scritches, as confirmed by his frantic thrashing and incoherent objections.

After a couple of minutes, her nails migrated up, towards his ribs. From the way the pitch of his laughter lowered angrily, she could quickly tell were not as sensitive, but there was something infinitely gratifying about seeing him try to reflexively jump up when her fingernails lingered on his bottom ribs a moment too long.

"Leheheheht meheheh goho youho frehEHEK!!! Noho dohohont do thHAHAAH!! Hahahahaahahah!!"

Next she tested his toned abs, starting with the same method she'd used on his sides, but she quickly realized that applying slightly more pressure rewarded her with the most satisfying squeaking cackles.

"Now, where should I try next?" she whispered in his ear, addressing him for the first time since she'd started. "Pits or feet?"

"Hahahaha haheheeheheheh neheheheehehithehahahahaha IHIHAHaah'll kiihihiihihhiihl y-"

"Feet it is."

And just like that, her nails ravaged his downturned soles. She gave them the royal treatment: she tested his heels, arches, the balls of his feet, his toes - the stems, pads, right under, in-between - and even his instep and the sides, which proved more sensitive than either of them imagined. In particular, going light on his toes had him let out these adorable tiny "eeps!", while pressing her thumbs into the very center of his arches resulted in deep belly laughter; but Tama found gently tickling the sides of his feet to be even more entertaining, because while they weren't as sensitive, they seemed to piss Ed off even more, like he resented a "minor" spot like that could feel so ticklish.

By the time she was done, his face was beet-red and a layer of perspiration had coated his skin, but still she did not relent, and when he felt her nails in his underarms he realized that it could in fact, get worse.

"GHAHAHAHHAHAH!! HAHAHAHH STAHAHHAHAHAHAAPP!!! I CAHAHHAAHAHN'T BREEHEHEHHAHAHAHAHAAHTHEEE!!!"

"Just a minute, dear."

Her gentle raking at his hollows had him trying to burst out of his own chest Alien-style, or so Tama surmised from the desperate arc of his back, but that only spurred her on.

A few minutes or so after tears filled his eyes and his hair began to stick to his forehead, he felt the torturous nails finally leave his trapped form. He slumped in his bonds, taking deep breaths.

"Congrats sweetie, you've made it through the test round! I'm so proud of you!" tittered Tama, clapping her hands. "Wow, these charts are really accurate! And what're these for? Oh, that's interesting, I thought it would be for your tummy or your feet, but... do you want to guess?"

Edward had been focusing on recovering his breath, but mostly making a show of it as he tried to figure out a way out of his exceedingly weird predicament. Hoping it would buy him a few more seconds, he answered, "No. But I'm sure you can't wait to tell me."

And that was when the legions of hell struck, feeling like a myriad feathers swiping back and forth on his sides.

Edward had never felt anything like that. It was just a pair of feather dusters, but he thought he could feel every single plume bend against and crawl on his skin, lighting his nerves on fire.

"OOOOOOH MMMMMYYYY GAAAAAAAAHWHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!!! HHAHAAHA HAHAHAHAHA AHHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHA!!!"

"Ow, it sounds like it tickles a lot! Does it... tickle more than your feet?"

"HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAHAHAHA!!! FUHHAHAHAHAHACK YOHOHOHUUUUHUHAHAHAH HAHAAHAHHHAHAHAHA!!!!"

"But I really gotta know, I can't stop until you tell me!"

Tama was no stranger to teasing. She knew full well that a headstrong lee would be dead set on not telling her if her stopping meant that he'd conceded something. And she was counting on it.

"GEHEHEHET BEHEHEHEHNNNT!!! NONONONOHAHAHHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHHA!!!! WHAHHAHAHAHAHAAHIIIIHIHT!!!"

"Mh, guess I have no choice but to continue!" she mock-sighed as she doubled her efforts to make Ed cry.

But she may have underestimated either how flustered he was or how much it tickled, because only a few moments after a wheezing fit he yelled "YYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHEHEEHSSSS!!! WOOOHOHORSSSE!!! IHIHIT'S WOHOHOHOHORSSEEEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!! STOOOHAHAHAHAHAHAHPPP!!!"

"But of course! Silly me, your sides were already more sensitive than your feet, it was a no-brainer!" she mused out loud without letting up her strokes one bit. "Next question! Does it... tickle more than your armpits?"

"SSHIHIHIHIHIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIHIHIHIHHITTT!!! HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!!! YEHEHEHSS!!! YEHEHEHEHHEHEHEEEEEEEHEHEHEHESSSS!!!"

"So would you rather I go back to tickling your pits?"

"HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHA!!!! FUHUHUHUHUCK YOHOHOHOHOUUU FREHEHEHEHEHHEAAAAAKKK!!!!"

"You aren't giving me much of a choice, are you?"

"NNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHO!!!! OKOKOHHHHOKAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHYYY!!! FUHUHUCKING WHHAHAHAHAHTEHEHEHEVR JUHUHUHHUST STOOOHOHOHOHOOOOOPPP!!!"

After a few more passes of the dusters for good luck, Tama did give the poor shrimp a breather as she began to pore over the rest of her kit.

"Fucking... piehece ohof..." Ed trailed off as he tried to quench the burning in his lungs, blinking away the moisture in his eyes.

Tama ignored him, giving him a few more moments to recover as she finished up her reading.

Then, she put down the instruction manual and asked, "Now, where should I go next? Tummy or pits?"

"Tummy!" exclaimed Ed before he could stop himself, the childish word leaving a sour taste in his mouth.

"Tummy it is! Good pick, cutiepie! But when should I tickle your tummy?" she asked pensively.

"Never," he grunted, earning a chuckle.

"Oh no no, my nails are about to play with your tum-tum real soon, but your tum-tum when?"

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

His anger drowned out the sound of rustling paper.

"It says here your tummy was the most sensitive when you were six. So that's when!" she trilled, and Ed heard the faint clicking sound of a dial being rotated three times.

"These charts go waaaay back! Before your brush with human alchemy, your worst spots were your tummy and your feet. But that changed as you grew up, when you got your automails, and also when and after you got your arm and leg back!" exposited Tama as she inched closer to Edward, the sound of her encroaching voice reminding him that he should break out of his bonds asap. Too bad the plot won't allow it.

"Ready or not, here I come!" she hummed, allowing him to see her hands close in on him from either side before her long, painted nails became acquainted with his abs again; but despite her technique, pressure, movements being the same, it somehow felt worse than before.

"Oooh, is it bad? How bad is it?"

Tama's cheerful curiosity was doing a number on Edward's self-control. Yes, it was bad, and it was taking him every ounce of his focus not to burst there and then. Just what the hell was going on?

"Is that a smile I seeee? I think soooo!"

"Ssh-Suhut y-your f-!"

He was about to burst, it would have been so easy to push him over the edge by switching spots, or picking up the pace... but Tama had seen FMA: Brotherhood.

"What's wrong? Is the widdle guy too ticklish for Tama?"

"I'm! Nohot! LihihihihiHIHIHTTLEEHEHEHEHEE!!! AAAAHAHHA Ahahahah hahaha ahahahaha hahahahah AHAHAHAAHHAAHAHHAHA!!"

Too easy.

"But you are! You're my fun-sized lovely tiggle toy! Tiggle tiggle tiggle!"

"NNNNAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!! Dohohon't tehehehase mehehehHEHEHEHEHEHEH!!!" he protested, trying to sound intimidating, but only succeeded in being far too cute for Tama to cut him any slack.

"Eheheheheheh!!! SHIHIHIHIHTT!!! HahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA hahahahahahahaha!!!"

It wasn't as unbearable as when Tama was going after his sides or even his pits, but it was... befuddling. He hadn't been that ticklish there before. Was there a grain of truth to her lunatic ramblings? If so, what else could she do?

As he gleefully cackled his head off, unwanted memories of tickle fights with his brother came flooding in. They wouldn't be too long-lived, however, because Tama did stop shortly after. Not out of mercy, no: there was so much more, and so much worse in store, she couldn't have him deplete his energy yet.

As he got his breath, muttering a few curses under it, Tama happily studied his charts.

There were a couple of twin peaks, he second highest, which started growing all the way back since his first attempt at human alchemy. When he lost his limbs, the remaining ones had gotten more sensitive. So Tama had set her eyes on the moment his right foot and left underarm were at their most ticklish, more than they had any right to be.

She turned the dial.

"Wh-what was that? What did you do?!" asked Ed, suddenly shooting up to attention as he heard the sound that preceded disaster again.

He didn't hear her come up behind him, but he heard her voice next to his ear as she stooped down to say, "Now I'm going to be mean for a little while."

Then her nails struck, and Edward couldn’t understand anything anymore.

First, Tama decided to explore, starting from his left pit. Her nails covered the whole surface at first, just to have him in hysterics from the get-go, then she began to look for the perfect storm. She tried quick scratches, she tried dragging her nail lightly, she even tried using her knuckles in the middle of his hollows.

Ed’s hysteria was constant, but it was easy to tell what worked best. Pressing hard with her knuckles worked best right under his pits, while dragging her nails around the outer ridges had him expel that furious laughter that Tama found so endearing – the last gasps of an ego she’d soon break. But it was no mystery that the absolute worst for poor Edward came when the sharp nails unleashed a dance of quick scribbles on the top part of his armpit, and then in the very center. That caused Edward to start wheezing before the sensation became too overwhelming for anything less than screaming laughter.

“GHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAAH!!!! OHOHO MYHYHHYY GOHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAAHA!!!! HAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Satisfied with the level of hysteria she’d extracted from his upperbody, Tama shifted her attention to his right foot, which she’d been blindly scratching at until that moment, curling her fingers upward as the downturned sole tried and failed to escape her touches, the toe restraints keeping it perfectly smooth and vulnerable for her.

Unfortunately for Ed, she’s already been using one of the most effective methods without realizing: dragging her nails up and down his arch. But that did not dissuade her from painstakingly exploring every other part of his foot, from the heel, to the instep, to the ball, to the side, to the toes.

She found that only the base of his toes garnered a reaction as strong as his arch, so she targeted both to keep him from getting too accustomed to the sensation.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! STHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHP!!! YOU GOHAHAHTTA STOHOHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAPPP!!! PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHSEE!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Too bad his pleas were so precious, Tama wanted to hear a lot more. So, she kept tickling him, targeting his most sensitive spots with the worst possible method for as long as she could before suddenly moving to a different spot, never letting Ed get used to the tickling. She drank in his laughter as it rose in pitch and grew more wheezing, she watched the desperate intensity of his fight diminish at every unceasing touch, his face and chest turning deep red and his hair becoming ever more disheveled. He gradually stopped protesting and pleading, first to save energy, then because he had none left to do anything other than laugh.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”

Tama considered playing games with him, asking him questions he would struggle to answer in the off-chance it’d get her to leave his pit or foot alone, but he was in no condition to understand her, and she also found that she wanted to keep devoting all her attention to making every single touch of hers the most excruciating it could be.

Edward was rather resilient, which allowed Tama to get her fill before his vision began to fill with red spots; at that point, she could tell that she had to stop. She stepped away from him, and he slumped in his bonds, eyes closed as he pumped air in and out of his lungs.

“Poor dearie, I’ve really worn you out, haven’t I?” cooed Tama, knowing he wasn’t going to reply. The poor guy had no idea he hadn’t seen the worst of it yet.

She made her way back to the charts and turned the dial.

“N-No! Noho more!” pleaded Edward.

“Oh sweetie, don’t worry, you can rest a bit! We got time,” she reassured as if she wasn’t the one tormenting him. If he’d been able to see the baby oil and detailing brush on the table, would he have understood what they were for?

“Do you know at what point in your life you were at your most ticklish?” she asked. Then, to sweeten the deal, “I might be nicer if you guess right!”

Ed took his time answering, as they both knew he was stalling to regain his breath. “When… whan I was a child… before the automail. At… 6 years old?”

Tama tutted. “No no no! All in all, you’re more ticklish now than when you were a child. No, it was right after you regained your limbs. Which means…”

She pressed her fingertip – just one, lightly – into the center of his right underarm.

Edward shrieked. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!”

Tama had seen it on the chart, but seeing it in practice was a whole another matter, her eyes filling with glee; conversely, Edward was left in a state of utter denial at what had just left his mouth, at the utterly searing sensation that burst its way into his brain from that single touch. It was as if those nerves were brand new, and having never felt anything before, they didn’t know how to dial down their feedback one bit.

“That doesn’t bode well for you,” she chuckled. “Tell you want. Since you’re so adorable, I’ll play a game with you. If you win, I’ll let you go right away.”

“And if I lose?”

“I tickle you until you pass out. Which I was going to do anyway.”

“…What’s the game?”

Tama beamed. “I’m going to write something on your foot with this marker. Winde it’s just one word, you get one guess! Now, pay attention.”

She uncapped the red marker. As soon as the thin tip touched down on the heel of his left foot, Edward’s whole body spasmed as if he was being electrocuted. “FUUUUUUUHUCK!”

Tama giggled. “Ok, brace yourself. First letter…”

A scream accompanied the first line she drew. “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!”

Ed thrashed, bucked, convulsed, but there was nothing he could do to get his foot away from the lines the marker drew next, or from making the sensation manageable in any way. “AAAAAAAAAAHHH!!! NAAHAHAHAAAAA!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAH!!!”

He’d actually felt somewhat confident about this game – if he was that sensitive, there was no way he wouldn’t feel what she was writing, right? Unfortunately, the sensation was so intense that it completely overloaded his thinking, making him unable to focus on what exactly was being written. Tama had also been sneaky about it, because most of the word she’d written on his arch after starting on a slightly less sensitive spot.

“Almost done!” sang Tama as she finished the last letter. “So?”

Ed had no idea. No, he couldn’t withstand any more tickling, he had to get it right. She had started with, with a series of straight lines, yes, and then some curvier ones? And he was almost positive they repeated themselves…

“Five seconds,” she trilled.

“Moon!” he yelled. Tama said nothing. “Is, is that right?”

He heard her walk away, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. He heard the sound of a bottle opening, then its contents being squirted out. A wet rubbing of hands, and Tama’s steps came up behind him again.

“I’m sorry, the correct answer was ‘EGG’” she answered as she pressed her palms into his right pit and against the graffiti’d surface of his left foot.

“Please, stop, I can’t take it, I caAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!! AHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA!!! GYAHAAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!!”

Pure madness, his begging obliterated in no time just by four fingernails lightly scratching at the outer ridge of his hollow. Just to let it sink in how screwed he was. Then, her digits moved towards the center of his underarm.

“NAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!! NOOOOOOOOOHO!!!! MEEEEEEEEEEHEHEE!!! MEHEEEEEEERCYHIHIH!!!! HAHAAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”

“Oh, you laugh so good!! It must tickle you sooooo much, how can you take it?”

When the detailing brush doubled the tickling that had turned Ed’s nervous system into a hysterical supernova, his eyes bugged out and his jaw slacked, but no sound came out. The detailing brush scrubbed at his sole with a passion, as if to erase the word he’d gotten wrong, while further up, her nails doled out an equal share of lunacy. Not even banging the back of his head against his (padded) restraints provided any sort of distraction.

If there was something he could have said to make it end, he would have – anything, he would have even confessed that he’d had to buy children’s clothes not three years prior. He would have led this crazed tickler to his brother and let her have him if it meant that she’d never touch him in those spots, at that precise point in time, ever again. He would have begged her to target anywhere else, for however long she liked, if he’d been able to speak.

But there was nothing else that Tama would rather be doing, so she gave him no reprieve, forcing him into the most exhausting workout of his life. Each pass of the brush, each curl of her fingers pushed him a little father from the edge of the brink, deeper into a maddening abyss.

When she saw that he had no energy left to try to make sense of what he was suffering or escape it, she kept going for a little while longer, until he could no longer keep his head up.

That was when Tama finally let up, leaving him to take deep, broken breaths. She actually crossed in front of him, but he lacked the strength to raise his eyes, so she simply planted a kiss on his very damp blond head. “I’ve had a blast. Let’s do this again sometime,” she chirped as she committed every inch of her little bundle of agonizing joy to memory before pressing the ejection button, sending him back to his canon.

She hadn’t had it in her to make him pass out, but she would have loved to give him some proper aftercare. The guys at the Auction knew what she liked, but they could neglect these more humane bits.

As the tickling space began to fold in on itself, Tama wondered if she should send Ed a nice fruit basket.

[tklpilled]

my sweet fireball

(riza/roy)

summary: they’re going to be late for work.

a/n: for ‘ticklish kiss’! super super short drabble but i’ll finish yesterday’s fic to make up for it <3

[this is a sfw tickle fic!]

“We should—” Riza starts, but she’s swiftly cut off by another kiss. “We should be going,” she finishes, breathless, after they break apart.

“Don’t you want to stay here a little longer?” Roy murmurs, breath brushing against her ear.

She shivers. “We’ll be late for work, sir.” Truthfully, she would much prefer to stay here with him, but they’ll be caught sooner or later. It’s best not to take chances.

“Oh well,” he says, though she knows he doesn’t mean it. Still, he continues his kissing, down her jawline to her neck.

“I—stop that, C-Colonel.”

“Was that a stutter I heard?” She decidedly doesn’t like that tone. “You aren’t nervous, are you, Lieutenant?”

She takes a deep breath, holding herself together. “No, sir.”

He chuckles darkly, and she can feel the hairs raising on the back of her neck. “Right. You’re just ticklish, aren’t you?”

And before she can say anything, before she can convince him to cut it out so they can leave, because otherwise people will get even more suspicious of them than they already are, he’s kissing her neck again and she has to bite her tongue to stop from making any noises. She lasts well, she thinks, until Roy plays dirty and tangles his fingers in her pinned-up hair before he drags his fingers down her spine. Riza gasps sharply and begins to quietly puff out laughs; she’s not going to make any noise. 

“S-sihihir,” she huffs out, squirming from his touch. He lays off her, finally ready to leave and wait until later to continue whatever it is they have going on between them.

She fixes her hair and straightens her top before they head out together. 

[lady-harrowhark]

Wanted to thank you for rebloging those Leviathan posts. I fell out with the series after the first book because the friend who introduced it to me turned out to be the worst. I am so glad you reminded me it exists. Im listening to it again and memories.

Of course I can't stop shouting at Deryn and Alek to "KISS ALREADY". And my brain keeps trying to cross it over with Pacific Rim and Disney's Atlantis (seriously the Atlantis Leviathan being a machine is such a reveal and would probably cause all sorts of panic in the cast but I digress), but none of that is your fault, and you have all my thanks.

Ahhhh that's such a fun thing to hear! For real, I've had the same artwork of Deryn and Alek as the background on my phone for... idk, eleven or twelve years now? There's never been a very big fandom for it, sadly, but I only just recently ventured back into the tag in search of new content lol. Now you've gotten the idea of a Pacific Rim AU in my head though... much to think about!

It's not exactly the same situation, but I had gotten my best friend into them back as they were being released while we were in high school/our freshman year of college, and we drifted apart in college in a way that was really painful on my end, so there's definitely some bittersweet memories there for me as well. I met some really great fandom friends through the series that year as well though, and I'm hoping this time around you can make some new memories that take priority over the more difficult ones!

I've been really lucky to meet Scott Westerfeld a couple of times at different cons/literature festivals, and he's super fun to see speak on panels! I had to dig a minute in the archive to find this pic, but this would have been summer of 2014, I believe :)

[quinloki]

Birthday Request Event v2024

Alright let's start off with the primary points:

1 - You do NOT have to give to get.

2 - You do not have to get to give.

3 - Read everything, there's quite a few moving parts =D

Things You Can Do During This Event:

1 - Request a story from me (see the end of the post for the format!)

2 - You can give me a gift! (see "Gifting Quin" below!)

3 - Reblog this post to be entered into a raffle!

Details below the cut!

Raffle Prizes!

-:- 1,000 words of anything you want (within reason) - can be a one-shot, can be a demand for a specific title (make me work on that title you've been dying to read more of). Just has to be One Piece related.

-:- OC Cameo - I'll plunk your OC/self-insert into a story (that is not the Host Club AU ^^; )

-:- I'll draw something for you \o/ I'm not great, but hey, free art xD

Gifting Quin!

❤️ - Pin 5$ to my shirt - it's a local-ish birthday tradition.

❤️ - Share one of my stories and leave a comment \o/ You can do this whenever, but it really makes my day, so have at!

❤️ - Gift me a story, or some art 😳🥰

Ideas (please do NOT send me saucy stuff on anon or if you're under 18):

1 - Draw a scene from any of the stories you've liked! 2 - Draw Quill - by themself, or with you and/or your OC, or a One Piece character \o/ Quill can be a boy, girl, or whatever mix tickles your fancy. Have fun =D 3 - Draw what you see when you think of "Reader" for any given story. 4 - Re-write a scene for a story =O How would you tell me that scene? 5 - Write me a one-shot using the prompts below 😇 6 - Free form a ficlet, drabble, head canon, series of bullet points with ANY anime character and either a "Reader" or Quill =3 Spread your wings beyond One Piece (Wind Breaker, YYH, FMA, MHA, Habin hotel, etc - go wild 🥰)

Feel free to ask me ANYTHING if you're unsure of something

Birthday Bash Requests \o/

Finally, the part you've all been waiting for XD

*** Anon Requests Will be SFW only ***

-:- Give me some reader vibes as applicable (gender/height vibes) -:- Give me a blorbo (or blorbos) - One Piece only please ❤️ -:- Pick something from each of the lists below and then submit your ask! (any items not specified in the ask will be my choice 😇 cause it's my birthday celebration XD )

Pick 1 Vibe: SFW SFW dark SFW Yandere Blorbo NSFW Consensual NSFW dubcon/dark NSFW Yandere Blorbo NSFW noncon Writer's Choice (please include squicks if you pick dark or dub/non con options)

Pick 1 AU: Canon Universe Mafia AU Fantasy AU Cowboy AU Government Mandated Marriage AU Soul Mates AU Modern AU Hallmark AU Mythical Creatures AU Vampire AU Coffee Shop AU A/B/O AU Monster AU (you can say what kind of monster you prefer) BDSM AU Host Club AU Grandline Metro AU (Quicksand, A Light Touch, Heart of Gold, Thrice Prophesized are set in this AU) Writer's Choice (spin that wheel!)

Pick 1 Prompt: Angst / Bad End Aphrodisiac - sex pollen, drugged food, struck by needle, devil fruit Bath/Shower/hotspring Body writing (icing, ink, blood, etc.) Caught in the Act Contractually Obligated Creature x Human Date / First date Dungeon Erotically charged fight Experienced w/virgin Forced Proximity - box, flight, cell, bondage, get-a-long shirt Friend’s hot older sibling Fuck or die Lazy morning sex Long-Term Established Relationship Only One Bed Outside Pliant When Horny Role-play Roughed Up Size Difference (I write this a lot, but I do love it.) Soft/Comfort Sugar daddy/mama The hat rule They were… coworkers/neighbors/etc. Trapped in a Room Trying Again (exes getting back together) Unresolved sexual tension Wounded Writer's Choice

***Requests will be accepted from 6/1 - 7/10 - and posted from 6/1 - 7/31***

Gifts are accepted from 6/1 until whenever \o/ Don't feel pressured to get them in by 7/20 🥰

[kattythingz]

❤💔💕💀 (for some controversial FMA takes, of course!)

Hello!!! I already answered the first one, but as for the other three...

💔 - if you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose?

Hmmmm so I have an answer for both series. For fmab, pretty much everyone is relevant in some manner, but fmab's greatest sin to me has always been that it's drama overall lacked interpersonal stakes? So, with that in mind—I have to get rid of Sloth. The guy dug the underground circle, but when his big fight came up, it was just randomly against... the Armstrongs??? It felt absolutely unnecessary. In fact, you could write out Sloth and replace him with just a team of miners and the story Would Not be affected. Which is Not Good.

For 03, Archer's gotta go. Dude played a good role in chasing down the Elrics, but his whole subplot with turning into a cyborg was—what?? Where did that come from?? Honestly, Kimblee could've easily played Archer's part AND spied on Greed & Co., all while still building up to what happens in Liore. Sorry buddy.

💕 - what is an unpopular ship that you like?

OHOHO. WEEEEEEEEEEELL... I've actually got several ships for Ed lmao, I am tragically a multi-shipper and am constantly one well-written fic away from shipping absolutely anything with him that tickles me. I dunno if you'd call this unpopular in fma, but—it's pretty popular to ship edgreedling as a threesome that goes all three ways. And there's nothing wrong with that! I absolutely see it! But personally I've always manned the platonic soulmates greedling boat (plz plz plz), so my preferred take on the ship is pretty uncommon with Ed being the only connector between Greed and Ling. Ed has two hands (technically), and greedling gotta learn to share <3

💀 - if you had to choose one major character to die, who would you choose?

See, what's wild about this question is that, anyone I thought of in both series was already dead. Fma's great at killing off characters when necessary, mad respect for that tbh. I'll give fmab a rare kudos on this cuz I got nothing, shit.

[twistedtummies2]

So Then seven fandoms you said...

Twisted Wonderland

Disney (general)

Kung Fu Panda

The Bad Guys

My Hero Academia

Hazbin Hotel

Fullmetal Alchemist ...Name one character from each franchise that you would use as butt pillow

Oooooh, interesting choices...gotta think about this...

You'd probably expect me to say Leona, but I think he's more likely to use my face as a pillow for his butt. >///> I think the one who would tickle my fancy there most would be Jack Howl. I can see him letting an S/O do that while blushing all the while, claiming he's only doing it so they won't bug him...but he secretly enjoys it. Plus, he's canonically got one of the biggest butts at Night Raven, so that helps. XD

Disney on the whole? Oooooh...oh, that's tough...there's so many options, I'm not sure. And I don't want to cheat and use TW again. XD Hmmmmm...I'm gonna saaaaaay...Pete. As in the Mickey Mouse villain. Him being a big smug lummox about some adorable little "pipsqueak" and their kinks, laughing that heavy, mean laugh of his, or maybe even getting flustered himself for comedy's sake...both are yes please. <3

Po. This was the only easy answer. LOL Moving on.

While Mr. Wolf is my favorite crush from "The Bad Guys," I feel I have to say Mr. Shark on pure principle. XD

Oooooh, another toughy...hmmmm...I'm gonna saaaay...Kirishima. Which may seem like an odd choice, especially with the hardening ability, but a.) he doesn't HAVE to use that, after all, and b.) I think he's got the right balance of personality, if that makes sense. My other immediate options would be Midoriya or Bakugou, and one of them is way too innocent and the other...well...FREAKING INSANE. :P Kirishima I think has the right blend of being able to be playful and kink-teasing while also being sweethearted and maybe slightly flustered in his own way as well, which I think fits this type of scenario best.

Ahhh...this is tough, because the thing about Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss is that most of these characters don't really HAVE magnificent rear ends to speak of. The art style is very angular, with the characters having more sharp points and strict lines than major curves. And with all three of my top three biggest crushes for "Hazbin," specifically, the same rule applies...plus, NONE of them seem like they'd be remotely into that. XD I actually don't know with this one. I'm into a lot of characters sitting on me, but allowing my head to just rest on their rear like a pillow? (shrugs) Maybe Husk? Because it would be hilarious for the Grumpy Cat to just be all, "...Seriously? What the Here? -_- " And try to shake someone off with no success. Hey, when in doubt, use comedy. :P

FMA: Brotherhood is SUCH a weird show for me. There are so many characters that SHOULD be kinkable for me, but...well...almost none of them ARE. There's always some kind of caveat involved with them, where I go, "They could be majorly appealing to me EXCEPT...!" There are only two characters who are exceptions, and even they aren't among my STRONGEST crushes: those characters are Greed (both versions of him, pre-and-post-Ling Yao) and Envy. And between the two, Greed seems the most likely to ALLOW that WITHOUT horribly murdering me, so I guess we'll say him. 'XD

And now, SURPRISE EIGHTH FANDOM: "Moriarty the Patriot." I choose William James Moriarty himself. For no other reason than he's my favorite character, my biggest crush, and canonically looks QUITE curvy in several pieces of official artwork. >///>

[rainintheevening]

FMA, ostentatious

Flowers swayed in the breeze, their soft scents tickling his nose, and he stood, arms crossed, eying the whole display.

He'd made the arch himself after all, careful turn of wood and hands, clumsy with the tools he now required for such manipulation.

"It looks good, brother," and there was a smile in the voice over his shoulder. "Trust me; you're far less ostentatious now that you have to work for it."

"Well, as long as Winry likes it, that's what matters," Ed answered with a shrug.

[flames-tstuff]

goddammit, Al... I already loved you an unbelievable amount. you didn't have to do this to me 🙃🙃🙃

#canon lee!Alphonse supremacy ✊️

[lovelymessybubbly]

Hmmm. I'll have you pick between Kirishima, All Might, and human!Alphonse—depending on what characters haven't been requested already, or just which ever one you want 😊

"isn't it wonderful to be able to feel these sensations?"

if edward brings out the meaner side of me, alphonse brings out my softer side (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡ he is just way too sweet, kyaaaah i start to swoon all over again. he is still getting a good working over, however. i wanna hear those adorable giggles !!

after all that time being without his body, i am sure his sensitivity is increased ten-fold !! hang in there, alphonse !!! σ(≧ε≦σ) ♡

i hope you enjoy ! thank you so much for your continued support !!

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Does That Make Her Human

Summary: "Where do I come from, where will I go when I die?" Lust thought that she was ready to have the answers. Right up until they are given to her.

AN: So I haven't made an FMA fic since like 2014? And that one was a silly, poorly written, not serious thing so I thought that I'd write for Lust again. FMA is still cool right? We still love FMA in this house.

She doesn’t have to wonder anymore. 

Her curiosity has been satiated. 

And how sublime it is.

It hurts. Yes it definitely hurts. But she is glad for it. She has been waiting for this. Is she afraid? Yes, she realizes. She is very much afraid. At first she can’t place it, doesn’t even recognize it for what it is. She can’t remember the last time she has felt this thing…this fear. She imagines that it had probably in the time before; in that other life that she remembers in only snippets and fleeting flashes. 

She knows the woman’s face. 

It is not unlike her own. 

But yet it is so different.

It is similar enough for her to know with a fierce certainty that it had once been her face. Her skin had, had some color then and her hair had, had a warmer tone–a deep, burnt wood brown. Her eyes a soft cinnabar shade. She wears her hair the same way and they have the same face shape, the same facial features; the delicate outline of her lips, the length of her nose…

And maybe that’s what will happen when she dies. 

She might return to the woman that she once was, whoever she is. 

That woman had loved a man who she cannot remember; maybe Lust will get to meet him. 

That doesn’t sound so awful. She thinks that she can be satisfied with that. Perhaps she can even welcome it. Not that she has a choice. 

She hears the sound of transmutation, of flesh shaping into metal. A blade that extends with a metallic swish. She closes her eyes. He hasn’t brought it down upon her yet, but she imagines that it won’t be much longer now. She can feel a chill, the cool of steel before it even meets her skin. Lust exhales. It very well could be the last exhale that she gets. 

It is most certainly her last exhale. 

Her chest tickles, her stomach flutters. She has never felt so human. For a moment, her very last moment, she can pretend. Pretend that she is not what she is, but what she desires to be. A human.

A human whose lifespan is so short that she can’t possibly underestimate and forsake its value. A human who knows just how precious life is. 

A human who can feel to the fullest and know exactly what those feelings mean. Someone who can truly live rather than exist, because existence is simply too short to spend it just doing that and that alone. A human who has desires and troubling thoughts that persist…

She thinks that she has always had the last of those things. 

Existential dread. 

She has witnessed many humans struggle with it. 

Lust’s lips part slightly. She can’t say exactly when it had begun, but such matters had been troubling her too. The nature of her dread isn’t exactly like the dread that the humans have. They grapple with what their purpose is and how to fulfill it given the fleeting time that they have. She has to reckon with how to spend a life unending. 

A life that is now ending. 

Did she have any goals? Real goals. 

Had she completed them?

No. No, she doesn’t think that she had any goals. None aside from achieving humanity in genuine.

And so in her final moments she does. She does wish that she could have traveled more and seen more. Because, for all of the time she has been some perverted state of alive, she has not done much living. 

In her final moments she makes a list. A short list of things that she would love to do and achieve. They are typical things, mundane things, vague things that she often hears humans craving; she wants to see more parts of the world, she wants a gorgeous house of her own, she wants the finances to keep it, she wants find a lover–someone to hold her the way that the man in her other life had. She wants to have that man’s children. To have a family. 

Suddenly some 250 years seems like a very short time. Long compared to humans but terribly short compared to someone like Pride. She hasn’t really done much with her existence has she? She has spent much of it wishing to be human so that she could learn what it is to die. Too late she yearns to be human so that she can learn what it is to live. 

Lust is scared. 

Lust is mournful. 

Lust no longer wants to die because there is still so much that she has to do.

Lust understands now.

She wonders if she has achieved her goal after all. 

She doesn’t want to die.

She is suddenly afraid of death.

But she is dead. 

Does that make her human?

[wreckingtickles]

I didn't get an ask for this but I'm craving Ed tickles and no one can stop me.

So, how to break Edward (FMA(B)).

Well, for starters, he's ticklish enough and absolutely hates it, as if being short wasn't enough of a curse! You can bet your sweet tushie that Al poked him a lot when his soul was in that suit of armor, as his big brother was finally in a position where he couldn't dish it out anymore... of course, Ed paid him back after Al regained his body.

Now, let's talk spots. Well, Ed's wonderful abs look very ticklish indeed, though I get the distinct feeling that Al is the more belly-sensitive of the two brothers. His ribs look plenty ticklish too, but I wonder if his sides couldn't be even more so? It feels somewhat odd to pick sides as the most sensitive spot on a guy, but look at him!

Or... well, I like complicated lees, and Ed is interesting, because since he lost his leg and arm, his right foot and left underarm have become a lot more ticklish than they used to be, overtaking his midsection. Granted, they are harder spots to fully focus on, but if all you have are two hands and an all-consuming desire to hear Edward cry-laugh, just restrain him in such a way that you can easily reach both of them, and you're golden! I recommend to have him in a kneeling position, his feet through stocks behind and under him, his arms raised high over his head, so those abs are nice and stretched out!

You probably won't be seeing them a lot though, since you'll be located behind him, so he can never see what you're going to do next. I mean, why make it less gruesome for him, right? And of course, you want him to be kneeling at an height that makes it easy for you to reach all his best spots while standing, but also so he 1- looks shorter than you 2- you can easily whisper teases into his ear, which will drive him insane because he's a proud lee (the best kind).

Oh, and he's not feather-ticklish except on his sides. use this info with care.

But we're not done yet. Because, yes, his sides and abs were his most ticklish spots pre-mutilation, and his right foot and left underarm became much more sensitive because of it, but what about after he regained his limbs?

Oh, hell, the month after the regeneration, they were UNBEARABLY sensitive. Like, 15/10 sensitive. Brand new, heedless nerve endings. If you kept going long enough, wiggling a single finger in his right armpit or writing with a pen on his left sole would have him crying (and why wouldn't you?).

So imagine having him in the predicament I described before at that point in time. He was literally more ticklish than a human could be. Would you be merciful because of it? I'd be the opposite.

Over time, those two spots lost their extraordinary sensitivity, and even his right foot and left underarm ceased being as ticklish as before, but they still remained more so than pre-mutilation. So I would say that after the end of the anime, with him looking slightly more armpit- than foot-ticklish to me, his most ticklish spot is his underarms (especially the right one), followed by his sides, then his feet (especially the left one), his abs, and ribs.

Now imagine he's selected for the Auction, and his tickler has a dial that forces his body to cycle through those different ticklish eras... the story-that-has-Edward-Elric-completely-wrecked writes itself!

[missamyrisa2]

Did I hear you right you say fma 2003 is better than brotherhood? Love ya miss amy but you give me one good reason why. Also who would you tickle??

one good reason you say?

but nooo that's not me saying one is better. All the loves if you prefer brotherhood. They're both beautiful and amazing. I just really, really love 2003 a lot more.

And it's also one of those very rare things that holds my attention to where my tickly mind goes idle (both series). Sooo I actually don't have an answer for that~!