#ler ed

[goldtheostrich]

uh did this ig

kinda scared to post it >///<

[veryblushyswitch]

Eddward “Double D” ~ (tickle headcanons) 🐜

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Lee

*Canonically ticklish and I’m so here for it ✨

*Eddy and Ed absolutely tickle this guy all the time. Whether that be because they need to convince him to go along with a scam, or just because the guy gets nervous and needs to chill out and laugh.

*Ed does a lot of the second one. He’ll notice Double D is rambling out of anxiety and drop everything he’s doing to pull Double D into a tickle hug till he’s nothing but giggles. 💖

*HAS THE CUTEST FUCKING GIGGLES GUYS 👏

*They’re so contagious that whoever’s tickling him can’t help but laugh along.

*Even Kevin has fallen victim to it.

*Kevin definitely sees Double D as a friend in my head. He doesn’t like Ed or Eddy, but genuinely enjoys Double D’s company.

*That being said, he still doesn’t shy away from calling him a dork or “beating him up.” Which just means Kevin will tickle him and make Double D say to Ed and Eddy he got beat up.

*I love to think Kevin and Double D hang out in secret and talk about motorcycles.

*Nazz will sometimes poke at the other guys not realizing she’s tickling them. She loves doing this to Double D.

*He always makes the most adorable funny noises and she adores them. Verbally mind you, and it makes Double D’s face go insanely red real fast.

*Eddy is such a teasey little shit to Double D.

*He loves to sneak in the word tickle into random sentences to watch Double D blush a little.

*He can say the word when doing the tickling, but hearing it in a lee mood makes him all flustered.

*When he’s in a ler mood though, it doesn’t phase him. Much to Eddy’s dismay.

*Is the type of lee to curl up in a little ball rather than try and fight off his ler. Most of time he wouldn’t be able to anyway so why put up a fight.

*He has been ganged up on by the other kids in the cul de sac. Everyone can’t help giggle along with him while he’s tickled.

*Kevin and Rolf are a terrifying ler duo to all the other kids. Especially to Double D.

*They’ll sneak up behind him then tease him till the sun goes down. Rolf is much more merciful than Kevin, but they balance each other out.

*Double D is definitely their favorite victim. They can tell he doesn’t totally hate it and find it enjoyable at how ticklish he is.

*Plus they can pretty much get him to do whatever they want if they tickle him long enough.

*Requires hugs or some sort of physical and/or emotional aftercare when he’s done being tickled.

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Ler

*Uses a lot of strategy.

*As we’ve seen, he’s very scientific and is incredibly intelligent. So you better bet he’s memorized each little way to make his friends fall apart into giggles.

*Tickles Ed to make him happy. He knows that Ed enjoys it and loves the playfulness. Ed always tickles him back though so he’s gotta be careful.

*Tickles Eddy when he’s being annoying or to distract him while he’s trying to come up with another scam.

*He actually secretly loves being the ler, but he doesn’t get the opportunity to be the ler as much as he gets to be the lee.

*Uses lots of teases.

“Aww, Eddy! I’ve never heard you make that noise before!”

“Oh dear, Ed. It seems my hands are stuck under your arms. Looks like you’ve got lift them or they’ll be stuck there forever~”

“Always so gullible, Eddy. And always so ticklish.”

*Cue Double D’s cute little giggles 😭

*Can use the word tickle is he’s the one doing the tickling. But he can’t say it if he’s asked to out of nowhere.

*Has gotten Kevin back with Rolf’s help lots of times. He doesn’t dare ask Kevin to get back at Rolf because Rolf will go full on tickle monster on the both of them till they’re crying.

*Kevin finds it so flustering that he can be taken down by a dork like Double D, especially to something so childish like tickling.

*Double D always reassures him that it’s not childish and that everyone is a little ticklish somewhere. Cue Kevin’s revenge.

*Knows a lot of science behind tickling.

*All the technical terms and why certain areas are more ticklish than others, and he’ll talk about it while he’s tickling someone.

*Going on and on about why we have 24 ribs why counting them out loud, why our feet have so many nerve endings while scribbling them, as well as giving a personal demonstration of how different tools make the person emit different sounds of laughter.

*Eddy has been the test subject one too many times in his opinion.

*He can never really get away with tickling someone without that person getting their revenge. But all in all, he doesn’t really mind.

*He likes being able to be playful with his friends, and tickling is something he’ll always associate with special memories in the cul de sac.

[abihasablog]

Late night giggles

Commission for @ticklespls, also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49049692

At some point in their relationship, Izzy had stopped grumbling about Stede’s need to cling, and that seemed to have been his first mistake. Stede had stopped paying him any mind when he realised he didn’t mean it, but once Izzy had stopped acting like the constant touching and cuddling bothered him, the floodgates burst wide open. The opening of said floodgates led to one very tired and grabby Stede collapsing on top of him on their bed after a night of overindulgence with Ed and the crew. 

Slightly pink cheeked, Stede nuzzled against the back of Izzy’s neck with a content sigh as Ed flopped down next to them. 

“So soft,” Stede mumbled. “Ed, isn’t Izzy so soft?”

“Don’t answer that,” Izzy grunts. He tries to roll over to dislodge his boneless captain, but Stede was apparently determined to use him as a body pillow. “Would you fucking move?”

“Can’t. Sleeping.” 

“Yeah Iz, he’s sleeping. You wouldn’t wake your captain up while he’s sleeping, would you?”

“I’ll toss the sleeping captain into the sea if he doesn’t shift,” Izzy tries to push himself up again, but collapses in a huff when Stede doesn’t budge. “At least let me turn over!”

“Give it up mate,” Ed giggles, getting comfortable beside them amongst the nest of blankets and pillows. “You’re there ‘till breakfast.” 

“S’true,” Stede mumbles, nuzzling closer, and Izzy sighs, resigning himself to his fate. At least Stede wasn’t all elbows and knees. The peace lasts for a few minutes, the three of them settling into sleep, before an annoying itch in his foot wakes Izzy up again.

“Ed,” Izzy hisses. No reply. “Ed, wake up.” He gets a snore in response. 

Izzy squirms underneath Stede's weight, huffing into the pillow. "Fucking get off, I need to scratch my foot."

Ed's head pops up from under the blanket with suspicious speed for someone who was supposedly just asleep. Slowly, a wicked smile spreads across his face.

"I'll scratch it for you," he says coyly.

"No you fucking won’t! ” He kicks fruitlessly at Ed’s hands, which have already latched around his ankles and are tugging them free of their entanglement with Stede’s legs. “Edward!” 

“What’s the matter?” Stede pushes himself up enough to turn towards the commotion, eyes glassy from tiredness. Ed grins at him smugly, easily overpowering Izzy’s weak attempts at escape. 

“Izzy has an itch on his foot.” 

“Okay?” 

“So ‘m gonna scratch it for him.” 

“Why has he gone pink, though?” 

“Oh,” Ed yanks Izzy by the ankles so he’s got a solid grip. “Because he’s ticklish.” 

“No I am not! ” Izzy’s blush spreads to his ears. His legs no longer a viable weapon, he pulls the pillow from under Stede’s head and smacks Ed square in the face. Unphased, Ed snatches it and tosses it away. He lifts his hand slowly into the air, clenching and wiggling his fingers for Izzy to see. 

“You’re really squirming around for someone who isn’t ticklish,” Stede quips, suspiciously more awake than he was moments ago. 

“That’s because he’s the most ticklish person in the world,” Ed drops his hand to skitter his fingertips along his soles. Izzy bites his lip and squeezes his eyes shut, but then he can’t anticipate Ed’s next move, so he snaps them open again. 

“Are you alright, Izzy?” Stede asks him, a note of concern lacing his words, and it’s so saccharine it almost gives Izzy a toothache. “Ed, maybe if Izzy doesn’t enjoy it…?” 

“Oh, he does,” Ed grins at them both, the sort of expression that promises mischief and mirth in equal measure. “Unless that’s changed from the last time, Iz? You remember that time a while ago when you pulled a muscle in your back, and Fang offered to help? You got so wound up about it because you didn’t want him to see how ticklish you are, and how it just makes you melt. ” 

“ Edward. ” Izzy flushes red. “That’s bullshit, never happened. And even if I was ticklish I wouldn’t like it!” 

“Liar,” Ed jabs a finger at the sole of his foot. “Don’t be embarrassed because Stede’s here! He’s super fucking ticklish too, y’know.”

“Well!” Stede bristles, puffing up in offense, and then immediately deflating and looking sheepish. “Actually, yes, I suppose you’re right. It really is nothing to fuss about, and can actually be quite fun!” 

“Nope.” 

“Yes!” Ed wriggles his fingers closer to his target, watching with glee as Izzy’s resolve begins to slip. Just as Izzy opens his mouth to tell him exactly what he thought of him, Ed dropped his hand to start gently wiggling over his sole. Izzy slams his hands over his mouth immediately. 

“Oop, it seems like someone’s trying not to laugh!” Stede teases. Izzy scowls at him. See if he ever intervenes when Ed is tormenting him again. “Oh, do put that pout away. I so love to hear you laugh.” 

“He always does this, acts like he isn’t desperate to get his shit wrecked.” Ed trails his fingers up towards his toes, poking them in between and wiggling. Izzy jerks his leg violently as a rogue burst of laughter escapes him, nearly dislodging his foot from Ed’s grasp. Ed huffs at him, and readjusts himself so he’s got a leg thrown over Izzy’s shins, well and truly trapping him. At the same time, as if sharing a mind, Stede moves silently beside him to pull his taut body against his own. 

“Is Edward right?” His breath tickles against his ear and he shivers. “Do you want us to make you laugh?” 

“No!” It sounds unconvincing even to Izzy. Stede’s hands slide up to his sides and pet at them, nothing more than what they normally do late at night. Stede loves to touch, Izzy knows personally. He lets himself imagine for a moment how things could be if he just gave in. The casual touches morphing into something with more intent… Izzy shudders at the thought. As though he could read his mind, Stede curls his fingers into claws and digs into his belly. 

It doesn’t break the dam that was Izzy’s resolve, but it definitely cracks it. His breath turns ragged as he tries to channel the laughter into something, anything else - it was a matter of pride at this point. Ed seems to sense he’s about to break, and with a wicked grin, wiggles his fingers in between his toes.  

Izzy erupts into laughter, tossing his head back against Stede’s chest and writhing in the strong grip of his arms. 

“There we go!” Ed laughs triumphantly. He hones in on the spot that made Izzy break, teasing the soft skin with his fingertips. Izzy scrunches his toes and stretches his ankles in a weak escape attempt, but Ed is a devious tickler and always has been. “Nuh uh, get those toes back.” 

Izzy whines and kicks about it, but does as he’s told without question. His body and mind are halfway to mush already, and as Stede’s hands ascend to draw along his ribs, he feels himself giving in. Ed takes one of his feet in each hand and works them over methodically, tracing wiggly lines from heel to toe and back again. It’s almost too much - almost. 

“Please,” he chokes out, giggling breathlessly and grabbing at Stede’s hands. 

“Please, what? What are you asking so prettily for?” Stede bats his hands away and continues the slow rise and fall of tickly fingers against his ribs. Izzy gets a grasp of Stede’s wrists, noticeably not trying to pull them off. Instead, he squeezes them as if to keep them there. If Stede realises what he’s doing, he doesn’t say anything. 

“Bet I know what he’s asking for,” Ed chuckles. He releases Izzy’s feet from his wicked grip and slowly turns himself around, crawling up the length of his body until he perches on his hips. “What Izzy’s trying to say is ‘Please, don’t stop tickling me, don’t stop until I’m a sobbing, gooey mess.’ Did I get that right, baby?” 

“Ed,” Izzy whines breathlessly, his watery eyes blinking up at his Captain, looming above him. He angles his chin up and lets his lips part, waiting. Ed’s expression seems to both soften and sharpen, his gaze dropping to his mouth. 

“I think he’s also asking for a kiss, my darling,” Stede says, the smile obvious in his voice. He’s stilled his hands to take in the scene in front of him, and sighs happily. “My two boys, so lovely. Kiss him, Edward.” 

Ed obliges with gusto, kissing with such force it steals Izzy’s breath. Ed’s hands cup his cheeks and wipe away a few stray tears of mirth. He pulls back, peppering his face with gentle kisses instead. “So good for us, aren’t you?” 

“Yes, Captain,” Izzy replies, not really sure what he’s agreeing to, but he always tended to agree with Ed anyway. 

“Will he continue being good, do you think Ed? I know I’ve not had the pleasure of tickling him to tears, but I do seem to be getting the hang of things.” Stede strokes Izzy’s hair back from his forehead. “I wonder if I can guess his favourite spot.” 

Without warning, he wriggles his fingers into Izzy’s soft belly, and the surprise of it shocks an actual squeal out of him. He grapples for Stede’s hands and collapses into hysterics, kicking his newly freed legs aimlessly. 

“Oh, that’s a good spot - try going nice and soft along the waistline, makes him purr real pretty.” Izzy was in hell (heaven), and had reached that point where even Ed’s words fucking tickled. There’s only a very small part of him now that wants to protest his words, but… it had been such a long time since he’d let himself feel like this. So instead of fighting, he feels himself preen at the praise. Ed hums, a pleased rumble deep in his chest that makes Izzy and Stede both shiver. “See? Such a sweetheart once the dickishness is tickled out of him.” 

“Why are you only telling me this now?” Stede’s fingers pinch higher up to his top ribs, and Izzy bats at him weakly. “I don’t think I ever want to let you leave this bed, Izzy. You’re to stay here forever so we can tickle you at our pleasure.”

A groan slips out between gasping laughter, and suddenly he feels shy. He turns to bury his face against Stede’s arm.

“Now, none of that!” Ed slips a finger up to stroke at the underside of Izzy’s chin and down to his neck. 

“Edward!” Izzy lurches away with a peel of breathy laughter, scrunching his shoulders up to try and dislodge Ed’s fingers. “Fuck off!” 

“Can’t fuck off while you’ve got my fingers trapped, now can I?” Ed wriggles them, and Izzy’s hands fly up from fending off Stede’s assault to latch on to his wrists. Of course, this gives Stede the opening to expand his assault by sliding one hand down to squeeze at the soft spot where his thigh meets his hip. With three of his most ticklish spots being targeted, Izzy feels the giddiness growing in his gut, and can’t help the giggles that pour from his mouth. “Aw, there we go,” Ed coos. “Look at you, haven’t seen you melt like this in ages.”

Ed and Stede both laugh along with him, and... well. Maybe it is a little bit nice to let go. He finds himself settling back into their hold and finally letting go. 

[flames-tstuff]

the simple joys of being human :)

Tagging the few fma peeps I know of in this community because the fandom is long dead :') @skribblz @kanene-yaaay @lovelymessybubbly @otomiya-tickles

[squealing-santa]

A few self discoveries

Author: @abihasablog

A/N: My Squealing Santa submission for @ticklish-scribbler, hope you enjoy!

Izzy doesn't think he's ticklish, and can't really understand why Ed seems to like it so much. He's very glad to be proven wrong.

Steddyhands, ler!Stede and ler!Ed with lee!Izzy (plus an extra lee!Ed sprinkling, as a treat.

Word count: 1660

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It had been a long and horrid day, and all Izzy was looking forward to was falling into bed and sleeping off his bad mood. He pushed open their front door, calling out a tired greeting to whoever made it home before him. Instead of the usual reply, a high pitched squeal came from the living room. Suddenly wide awake, Izzy dropped his bag and dashed towards the sound. When he sees the cause of the noise, he slumps back against the wall with a groan.

“Iz! Help!” Ed shrieks, wiggling in Stede’s grasp as another raspberry is blown against his neck. “Ew, that’s gross!”

“Hello darling,” Stede ignores Ed’s giggly protests as he digs his fingers into his hips. “Did you have a lovely day?”

“Thought you were being fucking murdered, Ed, you cannot possibly be that ticklish.” 

Ed flushes pink and he tries to scowl.. “Nohohohot!” 

“Not ticklish, hmm? Then why are you laughing?” Stede’s fingers slide up to curl against Ed’s belly and spider across the softness there. “You should have heard the noises he made when I gave his tummy a good raspberry! I would recreate it for you, but I promised to ease off once the tears started. Maybe next time, hmm Edward?” 

“No next time!” 

“Oh, we both know you don’t want that.” 

Izzy rolled his eyes and shrugged off his coat. “It’s like living with a child.” 

“Like you’re any better!” Ed cried indignantly. “Let’s see - aha - how you stand up against torture!” 

“I’m an adult, Edward. Adults aren’t ticklish.” 

Stede halts his fingers. 

“I beg to differ,” he says. He holds out his hand towards Izzy, and very slowly and deliberately crooks his finger. “Care to prove me wrong?” 

Between them, still nestled underneath Stede, Ed shivers. 

“Why would I do that?” 

“Because you love to be right, and if you’re not ticklish then there’s nothing to be scared of.” 

“It’s fun, Iz,” Ed chimes in, looking a little embarrassed at the admission. “Stede’s good at it and he knows when to stop.” 

Izzy grits his teeth. He hadn’t been tickled since he was a child, and didn’t really fancy being poked with clumsy fingers in an attempt to prove himself right. But Stede was looking at him like he was a meal, and Ed was flashing his big baby cow eyes - two things he could never resist. Sighing in defeat, he holds his arms out to the side awkwardly. 

“Where do you want me?” 

Ed jumps up immediately, grabbing cushions from the sofa and chucking them on the carpet. “More room on the floor.” 

“If I get on the floor I’ll never get up again,” Izzy gripes. Stede tuts, sliding from the sofa to kneel next to the cushion pile. 

“I’ll help you up darling, fear not!” He pats the space next to him. “Ed’s right, more room down here for exploration!”

“Explor-?” Izzy startles as Ed grabs his hands and tugs him down, nudging him until he submits to being moulded into position. “I can manage!” 

“Manhandling is all part of the experience, just shush and let it happen.” 

“You’re such a pest, you know?” 

“Boys,” Stede interrupts with a soft laugh. “Edward, clearly I need to spend some more time on you if you still have the energy to be a brat.” 

Ed clears his throat, blushing. “Well, if you think it’s best.” 

“I do,” Stede grins. He turns his attention to Izzy, then, and taps his elbows where they rest at his sides. “I’ll need you to put these up over your head, try and keep them out the way if you can.”

Izzy rolls his eyes, but does as he’s told. 

“Standard safeword rules apply here, and yours is…?” 

“Red,” Izzy recites dutifully. 

“Excellent. I’ll ignore all other assorted pleading and or begging, and - oh don’t give me that look, just you wait - unless you say your safeword. Agreed?”

“Fine.”

“Excellent!” Stede claps his hands together. “Now, I think I’ll begin right… here.” 

His hands descend slowly to rest against Izzy’s sides. His tee shirt is tucked into his jeans, stretched across his torso with his arms held over his head. If it were Izzy doing the tickling, he’d pull the shirt up and go right in for the kill. Instead, Stede lets his palms lay stationery, and starts a gentle wiggle of his fingertips against the soft fabric. It startles a gasp from him, and his arms twitch to move back down to his side. He holds firm, though. Surely it was just the surprise of it? 

Stede watches him with a gentle smile, slowly moving his hands upward, his fingertips creeping along Izzy’s ribs. He feels the urge to snap his hands down and push Stede away, but he holds out, gritting his teeth and allowing his body a tiny wiggle as consolation. So perhaps he’d been wrong about not being ticklish. 

“Ooo, I saw that!” Ed chimes gleefully. “Knew you were the ticklish ribs sort, mate. Bet you’re ticklish all over, aren’t you?” 

“No,” Izzy grits out. 

“Yes you are,” Ed continues, wiggling his fingers menacingly. “Now the seal’s broken, I bet we could tickle you anywhere.”

Izzy opens his mouth to tell Ed to fuck off but is cut off when the fingers on his ribs move suddenly down again, to spider across his belly. The suddenness of it startles him enough that he chuckles, his arms snapping down instinctively to grab at Stede’s hands. 

“Aha,” Stede grins. “It seems I was right, after all!” 

“Fucking fluke,” Izzy says quickly, returning his arms to their position. Stede raises his eyebrows, meets Ed’s ecstatic expression, and goes back to it. Izzy’s hands grip a cushion as the teasing fingers explore his belly, finding all the spots that make him squirm. It’s soft enough that he’s not laughing properly, just the odd huff accompanied by a wide grin. Stede’s kind enough to keep quiet, but Ed has no such manners. 

“Oho, seems like someone is finding out some stuff about themselves today!” He wriggles his fingers along Izzy’s neck, making him scrunch his shoulders with a snort. “Is that nice, Iz? You like it when we tickle you?”

Izzy abandons the pillow with his right hand in favour of smacking at Ed’s legs, but his wrist is quickly caught and treated to a flurry of kisses up his arm, something that had never tickled before, but made a giggle build in his throat now. 

“Edward,” Stede admonishes. “It’s not nice to tease. It’s also very rich coming from you!” 

“But it’s fun,” Ed winks down at Izzy as he progresses his little tickly line of kisses up his arm until he reaches his inner elbow. 

“You know what’s fun, Izzy? Getting Ed all flustered and begging for more after spending such a long time teasing him.” 

Ed pouts, his cheeks turning sweetly pink. Izzy’s own face flushes at the teasing, even though it’s not directed at him. Stede’s words combined with the swirling patterns of his fingers against his belly were making butterflies take flight from every inch of his body. 

“I like to tickle him gently, just like this, all up and down from his hips to his neck. He’s especially ticklish just here,” he tugs Izzy’s top from his jeans and lifts it up over his belly. He wriggles the tip of his index finger into the space just under his belly button, and all the teasing bursts out of him in a loud train of giggles. “Yes, just like that.” 

“Nohohoho!” His free arm shoots down to push him away half heartedly, but Ed is quick to snatch it up and pepper that one with kisses too. “Ehehehed!” 

“Yeeees?” 

Izzy doesn’t reply, can’t reply, because Stede’s hands are suddenly under his shirt and in his armpits and all he can do is kick his heels into the floor and cackle. 

“Oh, you are just the most precious thing!” Stede coos, avoiding Izzy’s kicking legs by sliding over him in a straddle.  “Are you enjoying yourself, darling?” 

“No, fuck off!” 

“Hmm, that doesn’t sound anything like a safeword,” Stede slows a little, letting him catch his breath and regain control of his mouth. Ed gives his hands a gentle, reassuring squeeze. Despite the teasing, Izzy knew Ed was on cloud nine to discover that Izzy was finding this fun too. 

“It’s not,” Izzy says after a moment. “Think I was wrong before.”

“Oh? You mean you are ticklish?” Stede prompts. The word makes Izzy squirm, and suddenly he has a lot of sympathy for Ed and all the times Stede’s made him admit he liked it. 

“I guess,” he manages, as if he wasn’t all pink cheeked and panting. “Not as bad as Eddie, though.”

“But you both seem to love it equally,” Stede chuckles, ignoring Ed’s petulant whine. “But we’ve only scratched the surface with you! Perhaps you’d let me give you a thorough going over, to find out all your favourite spots? Perhaps I’ll have you with your legs over my lap, see if you can keep still while I give the backs of your legs a good tickling. Or maybe you’d let me give your pretty belly some raspberries, but I expect we might need Ed to hold you down for those, my darling.”

Izzy’s going to implode with the amount of self discoveries he was going through since getting home. Yes, he wants to say, please fucking do that. The gentle attention felt lovely, like when Stede played with his hair, or Ed mindlessly used his fingers as a fidget. He could see why Ed always seemed to beg for it. He has a plan hatching in his mind, a game to play with them both another time. He wonders if Ed would be up for some giggly revenge on Stede.  

He blinks sweetly up at them both, smiling with only a touch of leftover shyness. 

“Do your worst.”

[lee-lucius]

A New Kind of Affection

Summary: Izzy Hands accidentally reveals how touch-starved he is to Stede, who is more than happy to help.

Word Count: 2,765

Happy Holidays and Happy New Year @aaaxolotl I was your Secret Santa! This was super fun to get to make, and I hope you enjoy! 💙

He still wasn't quite sure how Stede had dragged him into any of this. 

It hadn't been long, only a week or two, since Stede called him into his room, oddly similar to tonight. He'd asked for them to dine together, and well, Izzy didn't see much of a reason not to indulge his captain in his strange request.

They met in Stede's room for a surprisingly pleasant dinner, though Izzy felt unsurprisingly underdressed compared to his host's garish outfits, and he was well aware his table manners left much to be desired, but neither of those had been quite necessary for a pirate's life, and Stede didn't seem to mind, not when he was seemingly so enthralled by the company. 

Through Izzy teaching him how to fight, they'd grown fairly comfortable with each other, building up a rapport that was considerably less antagonistic than it had been before. They fell back into it over dinner with ease, perhaps more amiable than they'd ever been, and Izzy found himself even laughing at a few of Stede's jokes, though he hid it behind a strategic cough or two.

Neither of them realized, or cared, just how much they were drinking until they were stumbling around the room, hiccuping around their laughter, for once a genuine smile on Izzy's face.

Memories of that night were fuzzy, and what happened next wasn't entirely clear, but he crumbled under Stede's inquisitive gaze, his warm smile, his soft whispers, and he'd admitted something he shouldn't have.

Something he'd hoped that they'd both forget come morning, even when Stede squeezed his hand before he left, promising something about him being more included, more appreciated, before Izzy stumbled back to his own quarters, flushed from more than just the booze. 

He wished he hadn't admitted it. His jealousy when he watched his crewmates, or his captains, and saw the easy air around them, the casual touches and comfort; something about them made envy stir in his chest, thinking about the kind of relationship he hadn't let himself have for years, or maybe ever when he really thought about it.

Now, on The Revenge, it seemed more of a possibility than it ever had before. After breaking down, being vulnerable, Izzy was welcomed; something had shifted; whether it was in him or his surroundings, he didn't know, but it was a good change, no matter how uncomfortable it had been.

His relationship with the crew was different now. Friendly, because he'd finally allowed himself to be open to their friendship, and the change was more gratifying than he ever would've thought.

It was the most relaxed, most relieved Izzy had been in a long time, but he still wanted more, even if he felt he didn't deserve it.

He never would've pursued it ordinarily, admitted it to anyone besides himself, if his drunken self hadn't betrayed him entirely.

But that change, the change Stede brought on, was a good change too.

When they'd met again the next morning, Izzy more pissy than usual with his aching head, he thought Stede may have forgotten it based on his aimless ramblings filled with pleasantries that Izzy had to bite his tongue to sit through. 

Stede asked him again to meet him later in his room, and Izzy agreed; he hadn't expected what happened. 

He supposed it would be like the previous night, a pleasant conversation, perhaps a shared meal, a drink or two, though certainly not as much as they'd indulged it before.

And it had started that way. There was something about Stede, something that used to make Izzy's skin crawl, his anger, his annoyance overpowering everything else he felt about it, but now it only filled him with warmth, an easy, familiar feeling that allowed him to unwind. That must've been why he didn't suspect anything, certainly not when he and Stede shared a drink, casually picking at a tray of assorted snacks he'd prepared.

Maybe he should've; when Stede sat next to him this time, instead of sitting across from on the other side of his long table. It could still be ignored whenever they bumped shoulders or when one of them shifted slightly, their knees accidentally touching, or when they both reached forward at the same time, hands colliding for the briefest second before Izzy pulled back.

Until their food was finished, abs the conversation lulled, a not uncomfortable silence enveloping them as they nursed their drinks, and Stede, seeming to muster all of his courage, leaned into him, curling into Izzy's side and resting his glass on his shoulder with a content sigh.

Izzy stiffened, and his muscles didn't relax again for a long time, but they both kept the silence, and Stede didn't move.

His breath was steady, ghosting against Izzy's cheek and leaving a faint trace of Stede's wine, fruity and rich. While his hair was soft, delicate strands brushing against and tickling his ear, but he couldn't be bothered at the proximity, at his hair that was too lovely and soft and clean to ever belong to a pirate, yet here Stede was. Izzy wondered if it was Stede's pulse or his own that he felt, drumming violently against his skin, wondered if it mattered.

Not long afterwards, Izzy excused himself, and they parted ways; this time, he had no excuse for his blush.

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He didn't know why Stede kept inviting him, or why he kept coming.

It wasn't something he was familiar with. His family had never been awfully affectionate. And as he got older, as he became a pirate, the opportunities became fewer and fewer.

Most contact came during a fight, in the form of a sword or gun or swinging fist, where the only pleasure that could be found came from the adrenaline coursing through his body, the satisfaction of winning, of surviving. There were few other means that arose on a ship aside from boyish tussling, accidentally knocking shoulders with his crewmates, or the rare moments of intimacy when he let someone else, let Ed, tend to his wounds after a particularly bad fight.

But Stede Bonnet came along with his eccentric, unpirate-like ideals and continued to confuse Izzy the same way he had since the first day he met. Bringing that unnecessary frivolity with him and introducing everyone to lavish comforts they didn't want to forgo. 

That, he supposed, was why he continued to join Stede; he didn't want to give it up just yet.

Which was why he was sitting on his couch, thumbing through a book from Stede's library, which was still a horrible idea, even if it made for interesting entertainment, with Stede next to him, hand holding Izzy's as he thumbed through his own novel.

It was one of the more relaxing ways he'd spent an evening in quite awhile, or it would've been, if there wasn't one thing nagging him, making his mouth twitch as the uncomfortable feeling spread. "Stop that?"

"What?"

"The hand," he murmured, gesturing with his neck as he struggled to insert his bookmark with only one hand.

"Oh," he let go, a slight frown tugging at his face as he leaned away a touch. "Sorry."

"Not you. Just tickled a bit."

Stede paused, the smile returning with a playful twist, "You're ticklish?"

He grunted, eyeing him warily. "Guess so. Never really been before."

"I've gotten into a few good-natured scuffles in my time. It can be quite fun!"

"You like it?" He couldn't help asking, surprised at the sudden admission. 

"Well, I've certainly always enjoyed it."

Izzy huffed out a laugh. He supposed it wasn't that surprising; Stede always had been odd, and it was just like him to like that kind of thing, something so strangely cute.

Leaning back, his eyes raked over Stede, cautiously debating in his head. It was clear as day that Stede was comfortable with him; the only limiting factor seemed to be Izzy's own hesitance, his lack of familiarity with the casual touches Stede so readily gave. He was being quite open about his fondness for tickling, almost suspiciously so. And while Izzy had never even dreamed of tickling someone before, had never even been the one to initiate contact between him and Stede in a non-violent manner, he supposed that here, now, wouldn't be a bad time to start.

"Let's see it then," he shifted, angling his body as he leaned closer to Stede, searching his eyes for any tinge of desire, of excitement.

"Go right ahead!"

His smile grew, eyes brightening at the prospect, but there was an undercurrent of shyness there, weighing down his cheerful expression, matching Izzy's own nerves. 

Slowly, he reached his hand out, touch and hesitant as he dragged in along Stede's arm, grazing his silken shirt. While Izzy had never been tickled directly, he'd experienced it plenty of times through accidental touches brushing against his own sensitive spots, so he had a fair idea where Stede would be ticklish; he just didn't know how much he could handle, yet.

Keeping his touch light, Izzy placed a hand in his stomach, unable to help a smile at his small gasp, and gently dug his fingers in, scratching at him through the cloth. 

At his deep breath, Izzy's eyes flitted back up to Stede's face, taking in his widening smile, perhaps brighter than he'd ever seen it before, as a giggle erupted from his lips, more pushing through in a steady stream of laughter as Izzy brought his other hand up to squeeze Stede's sides.

"Pretty sensitive, aren't you, Bonnet?"

"I suhuhppohose!" He huffed out, hands clenching and unclenching in his lap, trying to stay still for Izzy.

"I wonder where else…" he hummed, fingers dragging up towards his ribs, lightly pinching the crevices as Stede huffed. He was less ticklish there, but it was worth it to see the way his eyes crinkled, squeezing shut with a whine at Izzy's relentless pokes and prods to the area.

He continued exploring, marveling at how his armpits made Stede shoot his arms down, his resolve not to impede Izzy crumbling at the overwhelming sensations, while his neck made him scrunch up, looking oddly reminiscent of a turtle. Even his ears were ticklish, and quite sensitive to gentle scratches and traces, even more so when Izzy blew gentle puffs of air on them, making him squeal.

But his knees were probably his favorite spot. If only for the fact that when he squeezed it, the most adorably obnoxious snort burst from Stede, forcing him to bury his face in Izzy's shoulder in shame, while the other desperately tried and succeeded to produce the noise again. 

Gentle tickling seemed to get to him worse, if the way he shrieked when Izzy's nails glided against the backs of knees were anything to go off of. Even if it only produced quieter giggles compared to the full-bellied laughter Izzy knew he could force, it was better for watching Stede, seeing the miniscule changes in his expression, in his voice, and for allowing Stede to focus on Izzy's occasional teasing.

"Still having fun, Bonnet?" 

"Of… cohohuhurse!" He exclaimed, a tired sheen to his eye at how long it'd been, but his joy was much more prominent. 

Izzy opened his mouth but quickly snapped it shut, head swiveling around at the sound of the door opening,only to find Ed standing there, a confused grin hanging on his face.

"Is this what you two are always doing in here?" He laughed, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him.

"Ed!" Stede breathed out, face brightening again at the sight of his as he sat up straight, trying to smooth out his clothes, his hair, all while keeping his eyes locked on his partner.

Izzy stood up, taking a step away from Stede as his gaze flickered between the two. Would Ed mind him touching Stede like this? Stede had said it was fine, but he wouldn't want to overstep more than he already had, wouldn't want to take anything more from Ed.

"Well come on, mate," Ed faced Izzy, smile shifting into something devious as he walked closer, "why stop now?"

"You… don't mind?" He couldn't help asking, still not sure how he fit into a situation like this.

"Stede, you mind?"

"Nahat at all… I was just showing Izzy how fun tickling could be. He was much better than I would've thought!"

"Is that so?" Ed smiled, walking past Izzy to sit down next to Stede. "Think he's shown you enough yet, Iz?"

"Not quite. I think he still has a bit more to show us," he sat down on the other side of Stede, accepting Ed's acceptance of his role there. If it didn't bother Ed, then he wouldn't let it bother him anymore, even if he was sure everything between them wasn't exactly resolved yet.

Stede laughed nervously, glancing between them, "What else is it you want to see?"

"Mostly…" Ed hummed, grabbing one of his arms to wrench it above his head, waiting for Stede's nod of approval before digging into his underarm, "to see you laugh your ass off."

"Ehehehed!" He cackled, helplessly flailing, and Izzy took that as his cue, bringing his hands back down to squeeze at his thighs and knees.

If Ed wanted to push him, he could do that. And, judging from looking at them, Izzy guessed this wasn't the first time something like this had transpired between Ed and Stede. He only wondered if Stede had realized how awfully ticklish Ed was too, a secret Izzy had long since learned and guarded, but didn't seem inappropriate to reveal later, after they'd finished with Stede.

"Ihihizzy!"

"C'mon Stede, you keep saying our names like that. Just spit it out. What's on your mind?" Ed cooed, lightening up on his tickling to give him a moment to breathe.

"Ihihit's a lohot," he panted, grinning from ear to ear, "buhut it's fuhuhun."

"'Course it is. We're just getting started," Ed purred, delighting in how Stede's flush grew at his words, heart skipping a beat.

Izzy watched Ed kiss Stede's forehead, an uncomfortable pang shooting through him, until Ed turned back to him with a grin and wink, and together they resumed tickling Ed to bits.

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"Good time, love?" Ed smiled afterwards, helping Stede to his bed.

"Yes, it was all quite lovely," he sighed dreamily, pulling him into a quick kiss. "But I do like it more when you're the one under me."

Ed reddened at that, laughing away his nerves as he glanced back at Izzy, who was awkwardly trailing towards the door.

"Where are you going, mate?"

"I thought it was time to excuse myself," he cleared his throat, averting his eyes. 

"No, no. Come here," Stede beckoned, and Izzy supposed he never really could say no to him that easily, certainly not now, so he swallowed and stepped closer and closer until he was standing by Stede's bedside.

Stede took a breath, reaching out for him, cupping his face, bringing his own closer, as he whispered, "May I?"

Izzy's eyes flickered to Ed's face, seeing only a smile and the slightest nod, not a hint of jealousy or resentment to be found. And so, he allowed himself to once again indulge in the luxuries that came along with Stede Bonnet, closing the distance between them to capture his lips in a gentle kiss.

Stede beamed at him when they pulled back, and he could only wonder if his face was as hot as it felt, practically petrified until Ed grabbed his hand, tugging him forward. "Come on, Iz. Get comfortable," he said, shrugging off his own leather jacket and slipping off his boots before he slid into bed beside Stede.

Even Stede's large bed was a bit cramped with the three of them, but Izzy thought it may have just been the best sleep he'd ever had. 

It was only affirmed by what he considered the best morning of his life as he woke up in the early hours, watching the sun stream in through Stede's windows, illuminating the two beside him that made it all feel so divine.

A faint breeze blew in, the cold weather penetrating the peace of their haven as he curled further into bed, into Ed and Stede, suddenly reminded on what day it was. As he stared at them, he could only smile, feeling at peace. He didn't know what the future would hold, but as long as he had them, he could feel secure and welcome the new year, whatever it brought.

[gaybananabread]

⁠✧.*Are You Listening?*⁠.⁠✧

~Ehehehe the brain maggots won and I can’t say I’m upset by it (＾⩌＾). I’ve binged this show enough times to be put into all kinds of moods by these men, so I might as well write out my feelings. This is set right after S1 Ep. 7, so if you haven’t watched up to there, expect some spoilers! For anyone else who has pirate-based thought goblins, I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Edward

Ler: Stede

Summary: Stede goes on a small rant about what happened on their latest adventure, though Edward isn’t fully listening. When he notices this, he calls the man out, but is met with a rather fascinating reaction.

Warnings: mild Our Flag Means Death spoilers! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

Bobbing with the current, the Revenge drifted peacefully through the sea. Most of the crew was on-deck, chatting and messing around in their moment of peace. However, in the captain’s quarters, two men relaxed, one info-dumping while the other thumbed through random numbers of Stede’s vast collection of novels.

“And did you see that bird’s nest? They had to be Snowy Plovers, no question. Oh, I wish Lucius had brought his sketching journal.”  Stede sighed dreamily, slowly pacing around the room as he spoke. 

Ed hummed, not looking up from the copy of Hansel and Grettle. Stede had allowed him to browse whatever he wanted in the library, though he rarely read anything cover-to-cover. The blonde man continued, not yet noticing his companion’s lack of attention.

“There were so many interesting creatures on that island! I mean, the orange was the real treasure in it all, but I do so enjoy exploring nature when we travel.” Turning on his heel, he spun to face the bearded man once again. “What do you think, Ed?” 

“Uh-huh, yeah. Good, uh, land and shit,” Edward half-heartedly replied, flipping a few more pages into the book. That’s when Stede finally noticed that he wasn’t really listening.

“Edward!” The pirate jolted, shutting the book and actually meeting Stede’s eyes. “You weren’t even listening to me, were you?” Stede huffed, crossing his arms with an almost adorable pout.

“Uh…kinda? I mean, I heard the bit about the birds…” Ed mumbled most of his response, looking away. Yeah, he’d only heard a few words of the other man’s spiel. “Fuckin’, uh…book was distracting.”

With a huff, Stede sat down beside him, picking up the book. “I’m glad you’re interested in literature, but I was talking. It’s a bit rude to ignore people, isn’t it?” While he was a bit annoyed, Stede’s tone was a joking one. He even poked the man’s ribs in a playful manner, though he hadn’t expected Ed’s flinch.

“Damn, did I hurt you?” Stede sounded worried, a profanity even slipping in. He was more panicked than a normal friend should’ve been, though neither commented on it. 

“No, didn’t hurt. Takes more than a fuckin’ finger to hurt me.” Ed swatted Stede’s hand away, his beard hiding the very slight blush on his cheeks. He hadn’t felt a touch like that since…well, it’d certainly been a while. “Just felt…I dunno, fuckin’ weird.” 

“Weird?” Stede spoke softly, his worry melding into confusion. What could possibly feel weird to Blackbeard? He’d only lightly poked the man, and his ribs aren’t…oh. Oh. It took everything Stede had to keep a straight face as he said his next words.

“Might your ribs be a bit sensitive, Ed?” 

Edward nearly did a double-take at the words and his tone, snapping his head in the other man’s direction. “Sensitive? I’m…I’m fuckin’ Blackbeard. Sensitivity doesn’t apply to me.”

Stede rolled his eyes. Yeah right… Stifling a smirk, the blonde slowly slid his hand towards Ed’s side. Before he could do anything, though, a rough hand snatched his wrist. Edward’s eyes met his, full of some unreadable emotion.

“Don’t. Don’t you fuckin’ dare, Bonnet.” His tone was gruff and dark, though the emotion in his eyes gained some depth. It was almost…giddy? The word felt foreign when describing Ed, though it fit to a tee.

“Hmmm…I think I fucking do.” Using his other hand, he squeezed Edward’s side. The feeling was such a shock that a damned giggle left the dread pirate’s mouth, his arms moving to clamp to his sides.

That sound made Stede’s stomach fill with a strange fluttering feeling—one he often felt around Edward. He decided to pursue it, scooting closer and wiggling his fingers into Ed’s stomach. 

The feeling wasn’t that intense through his layers of clothing, but it definitely still tickled. Biting his lip, Ed squirmed, trying to shove at Stede’s hands while still protecting himself. It should be noted, however, that he didn’t put up much of a real fight.

“My, Edward. I think someone’s a bit ticklish…” Stede chuckled, trying to slip his fingers under Ed’s arms. He’d had a small taste of the other man’s laughter, and had become hooked, He had to hear more. “I think it’d feel a bit nicer if you let out that laughter, Ed. Don’t you?”

When the eccentric man managed to wedge his fingers up to Ed’s ribs, the pirate knew he was done for. The dam broke, surprisingly bright giggles filling the quarters. They were still gruff, of course—still, the happy air was hard to ignore. 

“Oh dear. I think someone’s got a case of the giggles~” Stede cooed, one hand wiggling on the man’s ribs as the other poked and spidered on his belly. Was he pushing his luck? Oh, absolutely. It was, however, well worth it to see Ed’s silly smile.

 “F-fuhuhuck- Stehehede! Fuhuck ohohoff!” Twisting and wriggling around, Ed hid his face in his shoulder. The bearded man’s heavy boots skidded on the wooden floor, leaving small scuffs. Stede would deal with that later.

The feeling was…well, it wasn’t awful for Edward. He would never let the crew see him like that, of course; he had a reputation to maintain. With Stede, however, it felt nice to laugh. To let a few of his walls down without the fear of the mental rubble coming back to crush him. He wasn’t going to admit any of that, but it was true: his blush, however, was a different story.

“Well, I would, but I think I can see some pink underneath that salt and pepper of yours. Are you blushing, Eddy?” Stede used a slight nickname, his tone incredibly playful and teasing. He was determined to keep Ed giggling for as long as possible. 

“Screhehew youhu!” Edward tried arching his back, but that only freed his ribs up more. Slipping his fingers beneath Ed’s leather, Stede wiggled his fingers against the thinner fabric of his undershirt. That got quite the reaction.

“GRK- FAHAHAHAHA! FUHUHUCK YOUHUHUHU!” Ed’s bright giggles ramped up to loud, raucous laughter. A few snorts worked their way in, making Stede’s heart melt. Oh, how he loved that sound…

“I must say, this is a fine symphony. I’m loving all the onomatopoeias, and your laugh is so melodic!” Wanting to be a bit more mean, Stede hummed a lovely tune by Bach, pretending that his fellow seamen’s ribs and belly were piano keys. “I just love tickling the ivories, don’t you?”

The bearded man couldn’t respond, too lost in laughter to form a coherent sentence. While it was nice to laugh his cares away, he was starting to wear out. His throat was drying up, and his sides were starting to ache. He patted Stede’s wrist, managing to speak through his amusing cackles. “S-STAHAHAP! STEHEHEDE!”

Immediately, Stede pulled away, sensing Ed’s weariness. He didn’t want to push too much. “Goodness, Ed, I-I’m sorry. I got a bit carried away. Are you alright?”

Closing his eyes, Edward took a few deep and giggly breaths. He was certainly tired, but not to an uncomfortable degree. “Qu-quit worryin’... Takes mohore than a little laugh to knohock Blackbeard down.” The red hue on his cheeks slowly subsided, his giggles drying up. Ed recovered pretty quickly.

“Good, good,” Stede sighed, smiling softly. Finally noticing that his hands were still on Edward, he scooted away, blushing. Ed cut him off before he could make a fool of himself. 

“Ya know, it’s been a while since anyone’s had the balls to do somethin’ like that to me. Good on ya, Stede.” He clapped the blonde on the shoulder, though didn’t let go after. Instead, he flipped their positions, swiftly pinning Stede to the couch and nearly straddling him.

Ed made quick work of Stede’s resistance, even though there was hardly any to deal with. “There’s a reason for that, though. Wanna guess why?” He pinned the flamboyant man’s arms above his head without any hesitation. Stede couldn’t help the squeaky giggles that bubbled out of him, already squirming. He shook his head. Edward leaned down and whispered in his ear, scraggly beard hair tickling the poor man’s neck. He was in for a long evening...

“I always get my revenge~”

[august-anon]

and lee stede + 💘 for flavour (on condition that everything’s consensual! 👼)

i found this buried in my documents and so i figured i should post it dskjdf

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Pleading Pirate

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Ship(s): Gentlebeard

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Stede/Ler!Ed

Word Count: 540 words

Summary: His fingers descended down Stede’s torso, and based on Stede’s yelp, that might’ve been a place Ed wanted to stay awhile — if it hadn’t been for the knee that rammed into his back right after.

[ao3 link]

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“Oh— Ed, come now!”

Ed snickered, though he doubted Stede could hear it over his own high-pitched laughter. He could barely even hear Stede’s feet pounding against the wood behind him over the cackling.

“I dunno, mate, I think I’m onto something here.” He grinned as Stede shrieked. “Be a shame to stop now.”

His fingers descended down Stede’s torso then, delivering nibbling little pinches from his ribs down to his hips between Ed’s own thighs. Based on Stede’s yelp, that might’ve been a place Ed wanted to stay awhile — if it hadn’t been for the knee that rammed into his back right after. Ed grunted as he got knocked forward a bit, pausing his tickling for a moment as he caught himself with his hands. He shot a disgruntled look at the offending limb before turning back towards Stede’s face.

His cheeks were red and splotchy, his eyes bright from laughter and wide from trepidation. His expression seemed to be caught somewhere between excitement and fear, and his wobbly smile still tugged at his lips. Ed paused a moment, pursed his lips, and made a decision.

“Seems like your legs were getting pretty lonely, back there,” he growled, his voice slow and dangerous. “Would be a shame to leave them out of all the fun, don’t you think?”

Stede sucked in a quick breath. “Oh dear— Ed, you couldn’t, I don’t—“

Ed hummed low in his throat, slowly reaching behind himself to find a grasp on Stede’s legs. Stede gasped once more, his legs tensing and squirming under Ed’s touch.

“You know what I need to hear, mate.”

Instead of taking the out and opting for mercy, Stede closed his eyes for a moment, seeming to steel himself. “Well, it would hardly be proper to surrender. I’m the Gentleman Pirate, after all, and I— ah!”

With a shark-like grin, Ed gently dug his fingers into the muscle of Stede’s thighs, effectively cutting him off with a shrill squeal. He stilled his fingers and watched Stede giggle and shake, babbling meaningless concessions to try and take it all back. He still did not call out the word Ed needed to hear to stop, however, and Ed decided that Stede had had plenty of chances to express his discomfort. In fact, based on the glimmer in his eyes, Ed would wager Stede was rather excited at the whole prospect.

He ought to do this right, then. 

Ed rose from his position straddling Stede for just a moment — silencing his own brief anxieties with the look of disappointment that immediately crossed Stede’s face — and turned himself to face Stede’s legs before settling back down again.

“Oh no,” Stede whimpered, his legs shuffling at the sudden attention.

Ed cracked his knuckles. “Oh yes.”

He started with some precursory squeezes and massaging, searching for the places that would really break Stede, but based on the reactions he got, it seemed as though Stede’s whole legs were one big hot spot. He hadn’t even reached Stede’s knees before Stede was calling out barely-intelligible pleas with every breath he could manage. Once again, there was no hint of the safeword.

Ed chuckled deep in his throat. It was about time he tested the Gentleman Pirate’s endurance.

[fluffallamaful]

WARNING: VERY INTENSE TICKLES AHEAD

Being tickled by one person is bad enough. Being tickled by two is horrible. Being tickled by four? Now that’s just unfair.

Dream’s setup actually has to change a little bit to account for this. It’s a different sort of table this time around: one specifically fit for him, stretching each of his limbs taut. His arms above his head, his legs out to either side — and each joint is fastened down with a belt-like restraint both above and below it, making it impossible for him to move anything more than a couple millimeters, if that. Finally, a little foam gag is slid into his mouth for him to bite down on. It’s soft enough to rest comfortably inside but firm enough that he can’t quite get his teeth to click against each other through the material. Quackity tells him — truthfully — that it’s a safety precaution to keep him from chipping his teeth against one another or biting his tongue off during his punishment. His blood turns to ice at the implications of that.

And then, of course, they get started.

Sam focuses on his belly. He uses that special little circular suction cup brush for the naval this time. Dream HATES that thing: Quackity always uses it for punishments nowadays, because of just how badly it tickles. The man’s always shocked by how violently Dream responds to it: he can’t see pretty much anything regarding what it’s actually doing, so it’s really funny to watch him thrash around like a dying fish because of such an innocuous looking thing sitting so innocently on his tummy. Normally he doesn’t use it for more than a couple minutes. This isn’t normally. They turn it on, slip it in, and then forget about it for a while. Because leaving it in like this leaves Sam free to experiment with the REST of his tummy.

He leans over to bury his mouth into the skin, blowing raspberry after raspberry before proceeding to nibbles and then to rough grooming licks, each worse than the last. And Dream can’t do anything about it because of the stupid pillow under his abdomen. His tummy is all stretched out and taught and refusing to move. He can’t even suck it in. And Sam is taking full advantage of it, and why is he GOOD at this it’s not FAIR —

Sam’s nose nudges into the suction cup. Dream screeches through his gag.

Sam finally takes off the little tickly suction cup a few minutes later, but just as he’s collapsing in relief he feels Sam’s rough tongue scratching all around his naval instead, and it’s HORRIBLE. He sobs loudly, trying to squirm away. This is one of the worst things he’s ever felt. Sam doesn’t even seem to notice, wrapping his arms around his waist and burrowing into his bellybutton to groom it thoroughly. He blows a couple of harsh, firm raspberries occasionally, whenever his tongue needs a break. He’s unfairly good at it. (Sam’s always used tools before. Dream had no idea that being tickled by him normally would be even WORSE.)

Ant goes for his feet, using a little electric toothbrush to dig into the places that get him crying. He runs it over his big toe, under his fourth, against the arch and even back up between the digits. Dream’s ankles are strapped down tight, too, so he can’t kick at all, and a particularly nasty flash of inspiration has Ant tying a bit of twine around his big toe to pull it back, anchoring it to his manacles and preventing him from curling his toes to protect the sensitive skin beneath. He even teases him about how he’s only restrained his big toe: he could curl the others if he wants! (He can’t.) He experiments with different tools. He can’t decide between the quill and the electric brush. He tries to ask Dream which one’s worse, but you know. The gag. He decides to just use them both, letting them alternate between the undersides of his toes and the rest of his soles: best of both worlds that way.

Bad focuses on his legs. He squeezes around his kneecap, and runs his long claws down the muscle in his thighs and calves to make the whole thing shudder. His tail traces all around his hip bones and lower tummy, agonizingly light and slow as it circles over and over and over again. Bad’s not even really paying attention to it, but it’s so, so bad — especially with how it contrasts with the suction cup. On a whim he decides to target his inner thighs, experimentally pressing into the crevice there and realizing that if he presses his thumb into the muscle just right he can get this weird noise he’s never heard before, even through Dream’s gag. The others notice too and start asking Bad to keep doing it and see what happens. He finds that if he squeezes the whole thigh — with at least one finger pressing into that spot — he can get this weird spasming effect. It’s fun!

Quackity leans over him from just behind his head. He drills into his exposed armpits with both hands, using two fingers each to gently massage horrible circles around and around and around — eventually even switching to circling with his nails, which are even worse. He knuckles his ribs, roughly dragging his fist over either side of his ribcage to make him jolt and squirm like a worm on a hook. He scritches lightly on either side of his neck and watches his head try and fail to thrash. He uses his wings to reach over and lightly dust all over his sensitive torso. He even lets the feathers trail down to his tummy sometimes. The worst part about him, though, is that he TEASES. He asks him questions, threatening him with worse tickles if he doesn’t answer them — which he can’t, since there’s a gag in the way — and then uses the resulting silence as an excuse to nibble his neck while murmuring about how it’s his own fault. He coos about how helpless he is and how he can’t do anything about his current situation, aww, it must be so baaaad. And everyone knows how yummy his tummy is! How long has that cup been sitting there now? Are those inner brushes circling clockwise or counterclockwise, anyway? Owww, did Bad just find a new spot that’s making him cry like a baby? Does that tickle badly? Hm? Too bad he can’t move, huh? Because Quackity doesn’t think Bad’s gonna stop tormenting that spot for a while. He’d better get used to it. Isn’t this fun?

Sometimes they chat as they play. Ant and Bad have a conversation about their upcoming shifts as they torture his legs. Ant momentarily stops arguing about why he should get Monday off to suggest that Bad slide an electric toothbrush under his trapped leg to press against the back of his knee. Bad pauses his lecture about the importance of a good work ethic to ask Ant if he can feel a change in the muscles of his foot when he scratches like THIS. Sam argues with both of them even as he suggests new things he’s come up with since their last visits, passing over new and interesting tools for them to play with. Quackity watches them chat like it’s a ping pong match even as he presses a taser into Dream’s left armpit, letting wave after wave of tickly shocks torment the taut skin without pause. There’s a quill in his other hand. It’s circling the prisoner’s other pit.

Sam asks Bad if he’s ever nibbled Dream’s tummy before. Bad says no, and Sam starts explaining how to do it best. Dream is squeaking, trying to plead for Bad not to use his enormous fangs on his poor little tummy because he’s already catching on to how badly that would tickle, but nobody pays him any mind at all. Bad pretends that he doesn’t know what he’s doing, that it’s his first time giving someone mouth tickles. It is not. It is CLEARLY not. He might even be worse than Sam. Bad’s mean enough to target his bellybutton, too, whenever he gets the inkling. It’s not fair that all of its torture made it MORE sensitive, it’s not!

Quackity offers Ant some baby oil. It’s not ticklish itself — feeling the duck hybrid rub the cool substance into his feet is actually really soothing, especially when he’s feeling so warm from the exertion — but then when Ant starts scratching again it feels like he’s exposed a live wire. It’s so much worse — he had no idea it could be this much worse! Ant laughs at his faint little twitches, and rubs some more right under his toes. The anticipation is almost worse than the actual tickling that follows. Almost.

The whole time, poor Dream is squealing into his gag. Tears are running down his cheeks, he’s trying desperately to thrash in his restraints — all is futile. No mercy. The prison staff are practically treating him like a squeaky toy: just a little thing to be tormented for their entertainment. He can’t do anything about it. Any one of these tactics would be enough to break him on their own, but all at once? Oof. He can’t even really make much noise through his gag, and while it was intended as a mercy to make sure that he didn’t hurt himself it ends up having the unintended side effect of prompting the four guards to go much further than usual in an attempt to get a reaction. (In other words, on top of being so much meaner than usual, all of this continues for the full three hours.)

Poor baby is an absolute mess by the time the timer runs out, the alarm finally sounding through the cell. His chest is heaving, his hands are limp against the table, his eyes are cloudy and dazed. His muscles started spasming at some point and now he’s just shivering uncontrollably. His skin is red all over, too — especially his belly. He doesn’t react at all when the restraints are released, unable to so much as lift a finger. Quackity takes out his gag and sees that he almost bit clean through the foam.

Sam picks him up, and at first Dream starts weakly attempting to babble about how he can’t TAKE anymore PLEASE — but instead of tickles, he’s greeted with the hybrid snuggling him into his soft fluff and settling down on the floor, taking the time to lick and groom his hair just the way he knows he likes it. Quackity had been planning to give him some well-deserved tummy kisses after his ordeal, but as soon as he announces his intentions Dream starts weakly begging him to not do it, please, he’s gonna die. He pouts about it (“I thought you LIKED my tummy kisses!”) but doesn’t push further.

Dream falls asleep quickly after that. Neither Big Q nor anyone else has the heart to wake him up, so they decide to just settle him in his bed and tuck him in, nice and snug. Bad probably stays a few minutes to nuzzle his cheeks, murmuring about how he’s such a stupid little muffin but they love him anyways. He gives him a few kisses before he leaves him to rest.

part 1 — context

mmmmmmm 🫠 you truly did go bonkers with this one what in the worrllddddddd 😭 3 houurrsssss?!??) a foam gag?? 😭😭 my celery mannnnnnnn 😩

(discussion belowwww):

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ok so my god the detail that you’ve gone into for each of these 😵‍💫 and we’ve got all the heckin special soup tools on the go as well.

this little suction thing is so cute. i love that he can’t stand them. that’s adorable. such a targeted little thing that is conveniently extremely easy for the ler to forget about, and yet unpredictable enough to always be on the lees mind. the fact that his position would make it difficult to see as well 🫠 and that he can’t suck in his stomach, and that sam is going nuts on the rest of his tummy. so his bad. so is quack.

the raspberries and nibbles 🥺 the relief that quickly turns to panic when sam replaces the lil suction thingy with his tongue 😅 (still feckin hate that word why is it so grossssss). i love that quackity is also just teasing him about everything sam’s doing the whole time. like just not letting him zone out or forget about any of the feelings at all

ant on his feet 😖 with the tieeeeeeee and baby oil wtffffff 😭 they’re just going nuts on himmmmmm. the fact that he gets each spot and toe as well. and the damn toothbrushes and aH. the fact that bbh and ant are just having cruel fun with it all. they’re talking like he’s not there and feigning disinterest,, until of course one of them hits a spot that makes dream squawk in his gag. i’m thinking baby oil on the thighs and lower tum too right? especially with bad’s nails 👌🏼 + it also protects his skin and look i gotta make sure my precious soppy cat man’s skin is safe.

i love the idea of quackity asking dream what he thinks of bad and ant’s work drama. like getting him to participate in the nonchalant conversation . but tickling him when he doesn’t answer quackity’s questions. (NECK NIBBLEABABZYHXHSS. such a flustery thing for someone to do when they’ve just been whispering teases into your eeeeaaaarrrr)

the feckin taser thing in the armpits again im going to throw it on dream’s behalf ffsjajxucus. and the fact that quackity can tease him about not being able to prepare for it as well??? the way he can use it so easily. like just tapping it on his armpit every now and then throughout his teasing. perhaps he also teases him with a countdown or two,, just purposely hyping him up for it

the armpit scratches and the rib knuckling 😵‍💫 idk knuckles seem to just be made to fit in between peoples’ ribs,, like it just makes sense. something about bone on bone as well :,) also baby oil to the armpits and ribs makes sense? like sure his skin is red and slippy and so tickly by the end of the 3 hours,,but it’s also soooo sofffttt and smoottttbhh

the aftermath here is cute. but i’m going to make it cuter 👌🏼🤌🏼:

first off he needs a bowl of soup and so much water immediately after he’s been lifted off his restraints. the foam gag would feel gross lmao. the feeling needs to be abolished

he also needs to be held so closely to sam. specifically, his tired tummy needs to be buried safely into his tummy fluff. ciz i just think that would feel amazing

he needs slippers. this one is a threat. he needs fluffy slippers or else.

he needs his limp hands held and floppy fingers played with

he needs a back rub and back kisses (only enough to make him melt and smile, not giggle though. he’s too tireddddd)

he needs a cookie

he needs to be reassured that there is room for him in this world, and that a reset isn’t necessary

he needs a blanket, and to receive forehead kiss goodnight from everyone

he needs everything mentioned to be still occurring/available when he wakes up as well 👍🏼

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[goldtheostrich]

Eddy: You tell us where you hid those jawbreakers or we will tickle you longer!!

Edd: Ahahah please stahahap!!

My fic didnt save so I made this for yall, specifically @veryblushyswitch bc I saw your EENE tickle posts and Double D is so cute hehe

[veryblushyswitch]

For your consideration

Ed on a pig

That is all

(JK here's a fluff HC: Ed's a big ol' tickle monster and will start tickling Double D whenever he uses too many big words or rambles in anxiety)

Thank you for the Ed on a pig 💖

AND NO YOU’RE SO RIGHT!!! Double D will ramble when he’s really anxious, and Ed is definitely the trio’s tickle monster. I can see Ed thinking, “I tickle him… he will stop talking and be laughing so he will be happy!” Cue Ed picking Double D up and tickling him till Double D feels better. And I feel like Double D would genuinely enjoy it too. Giving Ed a big hug afterwards while saying thank you. And as we all know Ed absolutely loves hugs 💖 Plus!! During the one tickle scene when Ed and Eddy were tickling Double D, Ed looked so happy while tickling him!! Ler Ed confirmed ✨ Thank you for the fluff!! I didn’t actually think anyone else here liked Ed Edd n Eddy! I may need to write two fics now because of your idea-

[dreamingticklee]

A Little TLC ~ Squealing Santa 2022 ~

Ho ho ho! Hi @silviesilviesilvie it’s me, Santa!! Oh dearest friend, I very much enjoyed bouncing around your prompts and creating this for you and I hope you enjoy your gift and have a very merry christmas and a wonderful new year! <3 Biggest thanks and applause to @hypahticklish for hosting, your hard work has not gone unnoticed and I appreciate you! @squealing-santa

Fandom: Our Flag Means Death

Pairing: Lee!Ed, Ler!Stede

Words: 2.5k

It was a relaxing evening at sea, golden sunlight gently caressing the water, creating a dancing glimmer on the surface. Ed's eyes sparkled in the reflecting light as a calm ocean breeze played with his hair, combing through it like a comforting hand. In his zen-like state, Ed took in a deep breath and stretched back with his arms reaching to the sky. He wouldn't admit it out loud (he's fucking Blackbeard) but here in this moment, he felt truly happy.

"How's it feeling, Ed?" Stede's voice cut in.

Ed, still stretching, turned his head toward Stede. "Hmm? What do you mean?" Had he been caught basking in the moment?

"Your stab wound." Stede moved his arm to point at the exposed area of skin below the hem of Ed's leather jacket.

Ed quickly brought his arms down from their stretch as he looked down at the scabbed mark on the left side of his stomach. It had been about a week since Ed had performed his signature maneuver to "avoid all the important bits" in a raid against a Spanish ship.

"Oh, it's fine."

"Hmm…mind if I take a closer look?"

"Uh, sure, go ahead."

Stede started to slowly bend down until he was at eye level with Ed's middle and gingerly placed a hand on the side of Ed's hip.

Ed froze. Something about Stede's hand at his side and the way Stede's face was so close to such a vulnerable part of him felt so…intimate? Stede's focused eye contact was making his skin tingle under the surface.

Suddenly, Stede stood back up straight and looked into Ed's eyes.

"It's looking a wee bit red still. Does it hurt at all?"

It took Ed a second to snap his brain back into focus.

"Oh, uh…I don't know. It's fine, Stede."

"Would you mind if I cleaned it a bit for you? Don't want it to get any more infected." Stede's voice was so calm and full of care, Ed couldn't help but agree to letting him.

"Sure, if you want to."

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Down in the captain's quarters, Ed was laying on the couch, with Stede kneeling at his side, and Ed was trying his best to be nonchalant about being asked to pull up his shirt. But he would be lying if he said the action of doing it under Stede's watching eyes didn't make him blush.

Stede had a soft piece of fabric to use as a rag and a small bowl of water, in which he mixed in some lavender soap (he knew it was Ed's favorite.) He dipped a portion of the cloth into the soapy water.

"Ready? Let me know if it stings at all, but it should just take a moment."

"Aye aye, Captain."

Stede huffed a laugh and tenderly brought the wet cloth to Ed's skin.

Oh, Ed thought, that feels…nice.

Stede, ever so careful, dabbed the fabric along Ed's healing wound. He was trying his hardest to not hurt Ed at all, but when he took at quick look at Ed's face, he could see that Ed looked relaxed, and Stede let out a quiet breath he didn't know he was holding. The fact that Ed was willingly letting him care for him like this and, seeming to enjoy it, made his heart swell.

As Stede continued his cleaning, they made soft conversation, and once Stede had felt he had sufficiently cleaned the area, he grabbed another cloth to then begin to dab it dry.

"There," Stede smiled, "all clean." He set down the cloth and gently brought his hand back down, letting his thumb take a few soft swipes on the skin around the wound to ensure that he had dried it properly.

And Ed jumped with a gasp.

Stede quickly stopped and pulled his hand away.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ed. I didn't mean to hurt you."

Ed stammered a bit. "Uh, um…no Stede, uh…no, you didn't." Ed cleared his throat.

A look of doubtful confusion graced Stede's face. "Ed, are you sure? Your reaction seemed like I had hurt you…"

Ed signed before admitting, "It wasn't pain, Stede…," his blush from earlier creeping back onto his cheeks.

"Then what….oh." Stede's eyes went wide with surprise and a smile started to grow on his face. "Ed, are you ticklish?"

Ed let out an embarrassed groan and closed his eyes, his whole body going hot now as the blush took over his entire being.

"Hmmmmmm somethinglikethat." Ed quickly confirmed in his best attempt to seem casual about it.

"Oh, Ed," Stede smiled fondly, "it's quite alright to be ticklish. Almost everyone is somewhere!"

Stede playfully gave Ed's tummy a quick scribble and Ed jumped again with a little squeak.

"Stede!"

"Alright, I'm sorry," Stede smiled in apology and pulled his hand back, "I won't do it again."

Stede shifted and stood from his kneeled spot next to Ed on the couch, grabbing the bowl of soapy water and the makeshift rags he used to clean Ed's wound. He began to make his way to the ship's washroom, but Ed's voice stopped him.

"Stede…"

Stede turned back around to look at Ed still laying on the couch.

"Yes, Ed?"

Ed didn't know how to say it. He felt like he physically couldn't. He wanted to curl up into a ball of embarrassment and be swallowed by the couch. But Ed wanted it, and knew Stede would stay true to his word unless he said something.

Ed opened his mouth to speak words, but when nothing initially came out, he sighed and brought his hands up to hide his face.

"I…don't want you to….not."

Ed could hear the slow, confused footsteps of Stede coming back to his form on the couch.

"You don't want me to not….what?"

Letting out a huff, Ed squirmed in his spot on the couch. He was hoping that'd be enough for Stede to get the hint. Goddammit.

"I don't want you to…not…t-...." Ed cleared his throat again and took a breath, "....tickle."

The footsteps stopped and it was quiet for a few seconds, but to Ed, it felt like a lifetime.

"Ed," Stede said softly, "do you want me to tickle you?"

Ed made a noise behind his hands and brought his knees up before letting them drop down to the couch again and then gave a small, hesitant nod.

Hearing the footsteps walk towards him again, Ed felt Stede's presence settle next to him with the dip of the couch cushion as Stede sat himself on the edge next to Ed's legs.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, Ed. Why, I happen to think it's actually quite fun!"

At that, Ed shifted some of his fingers to take a peek at Stede and was met with an expression so sweet and genuine that he could hardly stand it. He let out a little whine and moved his fingers back to fully hide again.

Stede giggled, thinking Ed looked absolutely adorable, and brought his hands to hover over Ed's still exposed belly, letting his finger tips just barely graze the skin. Ed's body stiffened in anticipation underneath him.

"And of course I'll tickle you."

Stede started to lightly wiggle his fingers against Ed's tummy and Ed squeaked, his back arching up for a moment before falling back to the couch. He began squirming back and forth, a flood of giggles starting to stream from his lips. The skitter of Stede's fingers on his bare skin felt like tingling, electric sparkles and oh was it a fun feeling. And the fact that it was consensually deliberate, that Stede was wanting to do this with him, made every sensation that much more sweet.

Sweeping and spidering his quick, light fingers all around Ed's belly, Stede was beginning to giggle himself, the act of tickling Ed bringing him so much joy.

Suddenly, Stede darted his hands down to test a few quick squeezes on Ed's hips and was rewarded with a surprised squeal.

Ed's hands shot down from his face and he lurched forward, his reflexes instinctively making him grab at Stede's wrists to pull them away.

Stede stopped instantly and let Ed take a breath.

"Is that spot too much, Ed?" Stede asked sincerely.

Ed paused and let go of Stede's wrists. "Um…no, not too much…just tickled a lot...but in a fun way."

A smug look made it's way onto Stede's face.

"Hmm. How about a game then?" Stede gently pushed down on Ed's shoulders to lead him back to his laying position on the couch. He then cupped his hands around Ed's elbows and maneuvered his arms above his head before letting go and sitting back. Stede smirked.

"Keep your arms up, Ed."

Ed's eyes went wide and he bit his bottom lip, already fighting back more giggles at those words.

"Mmmhmmhmm, and…what if I can't?"

Stede raised his eyebrows and wiggled his fingers. "I think we both know the answer."

That made Ed pull his hands down to hide his face again when, "Shit!," he put them back up above his head. 

Stede laughed. "Trying to lose already, Ed?"

"Nohohohooo…"

"Don't worry, there are plenty of tickles to come."

Stede started again slowly, following a circling pattern around Ed's tummy, letting his fingers wander around the curve of Ed's sides and up across his ribs.

As the ticklish sensation kept building, Ed was fighting his arms from trying to come down and interfere. He truly didn't want to interfere, but this game was proving already to be quite difficult.

But then again, maybe he did want to lose to see what Stede's punishment for him would be…

Stede's voice snapped him back from his own inner battle. "I can see you're trying so hard for me, Ed," Stede let out a little mischievous chuckle, "but shall we up the intensity a bit?" His fingers now started to quickly skitter around Ed's torso, jumping around from spot to spot, with the occasional surprise armpit tickle that made Ed's arms jump down halfway before managing to bring them back up again.

Squirming around with more vigor, Ed felt like he was being electrocuted with tickles, and it was getting harder and harder to keep his arms up as the zipping sensations coursed through his body. Ed's laughter was freely pouring out of him and it was wind in Stede's sails.

"Now, Ed, what was it that I did before that made you squeal? Hmm…," Stede continued his tickling as he pretended to think, "Was it this?" He jumped his hands to Ed's underarms and gave the centers a quick taser with his fingers.

Ed squawked and his arms jumped down again, but just as quick as Stede's hands were there, they were off to the next spot and Ed brought his arms back up and gripped the pillow sitting against the arm of the couch for dear life, bracing himself.

A squeeze to his ribs.

"This?"

A vibrating, clawed hand to his belly.

"Or was it this?"

Pokes going up and down his sides.

"Was it here?"

Ed was about to combust. All the various changes of tickles and sudden movements from spot to spot and the smug teasing had him faltering, his grip on the pillow going white-knuckled.

"Ah! I remember!" Stede, in his utter delight, didn't wait another second before jumping back down to squeeze at the junction where lower tummy met hips.

A high pitched squeal rang through the air as Ed's arms came crashing down, pillow still in hand, and it smacked Stede in the face.

There was a sudden still and quiet in the room. Ed looked at Stede with wide eyes realizing what he had done, and the eyes that looked back at him with rising eyebrows told him one thing: he was in trouble.

"Now, Edward…" Stede began, and just those words alone already sent Ed into a giggling, playful beg.

"Stehehede! Nohoho, it was an accidehehent, I promise!"

Stede narrowed his eyes, teasingly skeptical. "Mmhmm, I don’t know Ed. I think I see your nose growing." He grabbed the pillow out of Ed's grip and flung it across the room in a display of joking outrage. "This definitely calls for punishment!"

Shifting from his place at Ed's legs, Stede flipped himself around so that he was sitting on Ed's chest. Placing his hands back on Ed's hips, he began to repetitively squeeze.

Ed went ballistic. His legs were flailing about, unable to do anything about the shocking jolts that had taken full control of his body. He tried to arch his back, but with Stede's weight now on his upper body keeping him in place, he couldn't do much else besides push at Stede’s back with his hands. The way Ed couldn't even see Stede's ticklish movements seemed to make it even worse.

"Fuhuhuck!! This isn't fahahahair!"

"I don't know, Ed, this seems perfectly fair to me! It's not my fault you're so adorably ticklish."

Shit, Stede's teasing was getting to him so badly, and paired with the insanely tickly pulses ruminating into his bones, Ed was in tickle Hell (Heaven.) His eyes squeezed shut as his bubbly shrieks got higher and higher in pitch with every evilly calculated pinch at his hips and it wasn't long before he was in full hysterics.

"Steheheheede! Nononono nahahahaha! Shihihit!! I'm sorryyyy!"

And just like that, everything stopped. Ed's legs slumped back down to the couch as Stede's weight lifted from his chest and was replaced with a gentle hand rubbing up and down his side.

Ed's remaining giggles continued to filter out past his lips as his chest heaved in order to catch his breath. He slowly started to come back down to earth and opened his eyes to see a softly smiling Stede looking down at him.

"How are you feeling, Ed?"

"Hmhmhmhmmm, you're mehehean."

"Oh? Is that right?"

Ed nodded.

"Well," Stede continued, "just know there's more to come. That was just punishment for hitting me with the pillow. I haven't given you your punishment for bringing your arms down…"

Ed's eyes went wide.

Stede chucked. "And I'm going to have to keep checking and cleaning your wound…that is, if you'd let me?"

Ed looked directly into Stede's eyes and was met with a hopeful, questioning stare. This caused a new flush to rise to Ed's cheeks and his heart fluttered. Knowing that Stede was wanting, and was essentially asking, to tickle him more had his insides vibrating and he was filled to the brim with a childlike glee.

Ed excitedly squirmed under Stede's gaze. "Hmhmhm um…might have to check it frequently…just to be sure."

Stede beamed. "Of course, Ed." He then stopped his hand rubbing Ed's side and gave him a couple pats on his tummy. "How about we go and have a nice cup of evening tea and relax for a bit, hmm? Then we can take care of your other punishment later tonight…and, mayhaps, I can look at that knee of yours..." Stede winked.

Oh, Ed couldn't wait.

[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.

[wordstrings]

Renfaire AU

*splashes into the OFMD pool*

Words: 1,400

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“Mister Blackbeard?” A child’s voice rises from the small crowd of observers. “What’s that?”

Ed finds the kid, throws her a wink. “That’s Captain to you, lass. And these–” he pats the top of the hardwood structure– “are called stocks. Used for public punishment of filthy criminals, like pirates, or aristocrats. You’re not a criminal, are you?”

The girl giggles and shakes her head. 

“No? You sure?” Ed squints out at the crowd, scanning the faces. “I bet we could find one.”

The audience for Medieval Crime and Punishment (1pm, 2:30pm, and 4pm daily) has all the usual suspects: kids with plastic swords, parents in street clothes with tote bags, one guy with a huge Viking axe on his back, a handful of reasonably-costumed enthusiasts. There’s a blond coiffure towards the back corner that catches his attention. 

“You there.” He points, catches the man’s eye. The man glances back over his shoulder, but Ed doesn’t mean anyone else and keeps his finger extended until the man, looking surprised, points to his own chest. Ed feels a slow grin growing. He nods, turning his finger to curl it into a beckoning gesture. 

“Yes, you, with the fancy coat.” Ed keeps the narration going while the man slips down front through the crowd. The coat does look like a period piece, nicely cut with a matching waistcoat beneath. “That is a very fine garment you’ve got there. Too fine, I think. Where’d you get it?”

The man stutters over an explanation, something about a gift– Ed largely ignores it, instead focusing on guiding the man’s momentum cleanly into the seat of the stocks. 

“Mhmm, likely story. Say, what’s your name, scallywag?”

“Scallywag?” The incredulous pitch of the scallywag’s voice nearly makes Ed snort as he lifts an unresisting ankle into the open stocks. “I’m a– a respectable gentleman!” Second ankle. “But, ah, my name is, um. Steve.”

Ed raises an eyebrow while he closes the stocks. “Steve? You sure about that?”

“Of course I’m sure about my own n– oh, what… what are you doing?” He’s pretty cute when flustered, this Steve.

“Taking your shoes. You won’t need ‘em.” Ed sets each one carefully to the side. The stockinged feet left behind wiggle uncertainly. “Most folks don’t stumble when asked about their name, see. Makes me think we’re not really on the level with each other. And I’m really having a hard time believing that a jumpy fellow like yourself came by all this finery legitimate-like.”

Ed straightens, and puts on his projection voice for the crowd. “What say you? Is this man innocent, or guilty?”

A smattering of responses sprinkle in, but the girl near the front excitedly shrieks, “Guilty!”

“The people have spoken.” Ed pivots back to face the unwitting defendant, and he really can’t help the smirk. “Are you prepared to confess to your thieving crimes?”

“I haven’t stolen anything!”

“Your funeral,” Ed says with a shrug. He cracks his knuckles (the fingerless leather gloves of his costume lend to the intimidating vibe, he’s found), laces his fingers together and pushes them out in a stretch, then drops one wiggling finger onto the center of one vulnerable sole. 

“Wait, wai-haait!”

Ed keeps it going and begins his spiel on typical town square “corrective” behavior, while a verse and chorus of giggly protests pours from the seat behind him. He keeps an ear out for genuine distress, like always, but everything sounds bright and bubbly back there. 

“…even throwing rocks, but often the punishment of choice is tickling the feet. Harmless, but persuasive. Isn’t that right, Steve? Why don’t you tell me who you robbed blind for that fine outfit of yours?”

“Please, oh it tickles, you scoundrel–!”

It’s Ed’s turn for incredulity. “Scoundrel? Mate, you’ve got this sorely backwards. You’ll address me as Captain Blackbeard, Sir and you’ll speak the truth when I ask you a question.” 

It’s time for the first little ramp-up of the demonstration. One tickling finger can only entertain the crowd for so long, after all.

“Fang, would you come give me a hand, please? This deviant needs a little more convincing.”

There are eyelets installed at the top of the tall backrest, with shackles dangling from them. Not quite historically accurate ones, but what here is? (Fang’s choice of headwear is particularly egregious – but the studded pleather does give him a junkyard dog look, and since he’s the assistant muscle instead of the main presenter today, it works.) Ed abandons the foot he’s been gently tormenting and moves to crouch by well-dressed-Steve’s side as Fang lifts the man’s wrists to the shackles. The audience is starting to titter with sympathy.

“I’ll ask you again, Steve. Where did you steal this coat from?”

“I, I didn’t, I promise! It was a very nice present from, from a friend– oh god, ahah!”

Ed’s got a hand slipped inside that fancy coat, tickling now at a helpless armpit. It’s very warm up in there; the autumn hasn’t cooled quite enough to make this many layers necessary yet, and Steve’s body heat has been trapped inside. Ed bets it just feels that much more intense, so he makes sure to keep his touch lightly teasing – even though there’s an urge coiling inside him to really make this man scream.

“Only the guilty laugh when confronted with their crimes, mate.” He addresses the crowd again. “As you can see, we’ve got more than just feet to work with. Everything from legs to stomach, ribs to armpits can help extract a confession. In fact…”

Ramp-up number two. He reaches behind the backrest where his favorite theatrical aids have been hidden, and nods for Fang to do the same. 

In tandem, they both reveal large ostrich feathers with a flourish. The crowd laughs and cheers in surprise.

“Usually these are reserved for the damsels and wenches, but you look soft and sensitive enough, my friend. They’re torture for the neck and ears, I’m told. What say you? And address me respectfully, if you please.”

Ed dusts his plume at the crook of Steve’s neck. Fang mirrors on the other side, and oh it’s adorable how their victim erupts with pitchy, snorting giggles while he tries to retract his head like a turtle. His wrists swing in the shackles, fists balling, biceps straining. 

“I have nothing to confess!” the accused cries out. “Please, Captain, plee-hee-heese!”

The third and final ramp approaches. Ed guns it. 

He drops down on his good knee, keeps the feather dancing, and lobster-claws down the meat of Steve’s thigh. He spiders wickedly around the kneecap before delving beneath to the unprotected, stretched-in-midair knee pit below and, mm, there it is, the scrumptious sound of a scream-laugh. Ed pushes its pitch by continuing down Steve’s leg to his foot once again, where there’s no single-fingertip teasing this time; he rakes the open sole with scrabbling, ruthless fingers while the feather fluff-fluff-fluffs across ear and jaw.

“NO! No, no, nooo-ho! It’s the truth! Please, Ed, stah-haaahp!”

And just like that, everything stops. 

Ed creaks his way to standing – feels like it gets harder every season – and regards the sagging, panting man with resignation. 

“Maintaining your innocence even in the face the worst torture, eh? Perhaps you’re not a liar after all.” He sighs. “Welp. Disappointing, if you ask me.”

—

It’s barely four minutes after the crowd has dispersed and Ed’s plopped himself into a breakroom chair when Stede barges in to find him.

“You.”

Ed takes a glug from his water bottle, swallows it down. “Hey, Steve.”

“Steve nearly died today, I’ll have you know. Bastard.” 

Somehow it sounds like a term of endearment, even as Stede collapses dramatically into the chair next to him. Ed grins. 

“Not my fault Steve is so ticklish. Pick a different character next time. I quite liked Reed, though he seemed to have the same problem.”

Anybody else would probably flip Ed off, but Stede just waves a hand like Ed’s a buzzing fly. 

“You, just– just shut up.”

“Don’t worry, babe, I’ll make it up to you,” Ed promises. “When the last bus heads out, you and I can hang back to close the torture museum.” He leans toward Stede expectantly and waits for him to sigh and tip his head close enough for Ed to kiss it. “I promise nobody will be around to hear you beg me to tickle your tummy while you’re on the rack.”

Stede swipes the water bottle from Ed’s hand and drains it before settling back with closed eyes and a tiny, tired smile.

“If you promise,” he mutters.

[abihasablog]

Gentlest touches: Lee Ed, Ler Stede

Stede shows Ed's thighs some affection.

Written a while ago for @silviesilviesilvie. Enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/46648564

[helleboretks]

Okay, y’all imagine with me for a second-

So

Let’s say Edward snorts when he laughs sometimes. Usually because something funny REALLY catches him off guard or some shit, right? Right, okay, wonderful, adorable-

He accidentally does it in front of Colonel Mustang.

IT’S JUST LIKE THE WHOLE MEME OF ‘When he looks at me. And I look at him. WHEN HE LOOKS AT ME-’ BUT EDWARD IS JUST STEADILY GETTING REDDER AND REDDER IN THE FACE AND MUSTANG JUST STARES LIKE “Hoh?? You lil’ shit???....Do it again-”

Then it escalates to Mustang chasing Edward all around Central Command with the determination and resilience of Goddamn JESUS CHRIST, BECAUSE HE IS READY TO TICKLE THE SNORTS OUT OF EDWARD AND EDWARD IS DYING INSIDE, SCREAMING FOR HIS LIFE-

Edward tries to get Lieutenant Hawkeye to save him.

She just salutes him saying, ‘Rest in Peace, Edward.’

LORD KNOWS HE DIED THAT DAY, COULDN’T GO TEN MINUTES WITHOUT MUSTANG TICKLING THE SNORTS OUT OF HIM AND HE’S ON DEATH’S DOORSTEP BY THE END OF THE WORK DAY.

Oh, but he totally doesn’t let it happen again like, a week later. He totally didn’t rile up Mustang into tickling him to death the very next week. Noooo, why would he ever do that? (fucking liar-)