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~
Edward definitely has a lot of Ler energy, he's an older brother for a reason, after all! But given his usual victims are either a suit of metal or a girl with the rage of God in her throwing arm, you can see how he gets outmaneuvered a lot.
- Edward, before the transmutation, was definitely ticklish enough as is! It apparently runs in the family to be super ticklish, and he was no exception!
His most ticklish spots were his sides, under the arms and his belly, which were already pretty accessible spots as is! But when you've got two menaces unafraid to go buck wild, he's basically as easy to pin as a scarecrow!
- Edward's laughter can go high, like, really high! Super cackly, lots of pleading and begging, he tends to wheeze a lot too!
- He squirms and thrashes about a fuck ton, so if you don't have him pinned be prepared to tank a hit or twenty! Tickle him long enough and you can drain the energy out of him and make him go silent! One of the few unserious ways to get him to shut his trap.
- After the transmutation, one of his most tender (and therefore most ticklish) spots happened to be the healthy skin right up along the metal plating of his arm, right before the scarring. It's near the ribs too, which does not do him any favors, unfortunately for him.
- His favorite lers, though he wouldn't admit it, are definitely Winry, Al, and surprisingly Mustang. Mostly because they each commonly will not let up until he signals them to himself, they don't take his begging seriously unless he means it and--most times--don't acknowledge his pathetic display afterwards, which he's grateful for. Al would even give him a water bottle if they really pushed the limits, and God damnit he loves his little brother so much-
LEE ALPHONSE HEADCANONS
Alphonse, I think, has pure switch energy. People tend to forget how much of a little shit he is until he menaces on em, and then you gotta set his ass straight!
- Before he got the Body Snatch treatment, Alphonse was basically a walking tickle spot! Every rib, side and hip was basically like hitting a jackpot, although just like Ed, his most ticklish spots had to be his belly.
- He's certainly one to giggle more than laugh, but you can get some big, from the chest laughter outta him if ya get a little rough-house-y with him! Chaos gets him going, so make sure to be as unpredictable as possible!
- teasing also gets him going a lot quicker than you think, he's always been weak to that kind of stuff, especially Edward's brand of shenaniganery! Even just the verbal attacks, no tickling involved, got him antsy and snickering, which was an important staple when he was living life as a suit of armor.
- After getting back his body, his nerves were very fresh and very reactive, so it took a while before he was even able to handle anything shy of a tickle! And even with regaining all that strength in his body again, it was way more sensitive than before which did NOT bode well for him, poor Al.
- his favorite lers are definitely Winry and Ed, mostly because he grew up with them and turns out, he can be a bit picky with who he wants to tickle him! He's really fond of the two of them and how they tickle him, since they never treated him any different no matter what state his body was in, so he's certainly much more susceptible to them!
Been a minute since I've done this fandom so I'm a bit rusty, BUT THANKS FOR THE ASK ANON, LOVE THESE TWO BEANS!!!
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?"
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.
"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.
"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?"
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?"
"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.
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.
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.
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.
“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.
