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toweroftickles · 1 month

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Batman Beyond Tickle Headcanons

Gotham Case File #489B-KRL

Maxine “Max” Gibson

Ticklishness Rating: 7.5/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Soles, Hips

Despite her lack of superpowers, a skilled fighter who won't hold still. She kicks and punches.

Will agree to anything he wants if Terry playfully tickles her. This doesn't happen often but she enjoys it when it does. Far more tolerant of this from Terry than from others.

Sometimes pokes Terry in the ribs when he's being too serious.

Hates her tickle laugh…she thinks her throaty cackles make her sound like an old lady. This bothers her more than tickling itself.

Always fights back skillfully during tickle wars. Her intelligence, strategic mind, and competitive streak serve her well and bring out her playful edge.

Her go-to move in a tickle fight is to pinch the sides.

Displays plenty of snark and sass regardless of her position.

Inque

Ticklishness Rating: 9/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Feet, Ribs, Thighs

Liquid morph makes tickling of any kind impossible. Matter phase distortion field is necessary to keep her in a human state.

Unused to most physical sensations, owing to near-constant viscous form. Very low tolerance for pain…and, as it turns out, for tickling.

Begs and pleads for mercy almost immediately. She’s completely crippled by tickle torture. Will surrender any information without much resistance...easy target for interrogation.

A seductress with very physical inclinations and a penchant for younger men, she occasionally enjoys playfully tickling them in her efforts. Sharp fingers would make effective tools.

Shows expert skills in teasing, taunting, and toying with her foes. A skillful tickler, if given the opportunity.

Melanie Walker/10

Ticklishness Rating: 7/10 (unfortunate lack of numerical synergy)

Most Ticklish Spots: Sides, Toes

Timid reactions: pouty, moaning giggles and submissive squirms.

Covers her face a lot.

Obviously uncomfortable with being tickled - the activity distresses her somewhat.

Lack of childhood friends & normal familial bonds may have created emotional distance from tickling. Shows no propensity toward it...the thought simply doesn't amuse her or occur to her naturally (and she certainly doesn't want to provoke any revenge).

Consequently not very fun to tickle.

Dee Dee Twins

Ticklishness Rating: 10/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Arches of Feet, Belly Buttons, Armpits

Ruthless tickle fanatics. Love to hold down (or tie up) and tickle their victims without pity.

Giggle and laugh wickedly at the mere mention of tickling.

Sadistically tickled/wrestled one another growing up, and still do.

Active online “community” members. Each has a secret stash of tickling videos & fanfics that they think the other is oblivious to.

Switches through and through, but unable to handle doses of their own medicine for long. Low resistance. Violently kick and struggle.

Claim to have "gotten it from (their) Nana Harley."

Hobby: Spouting off dad jokes and terrible puns whilst forcing their captives to laugh. This usually involves either nitrous oxide or tickle torture.

Favorite tickle tools: their fingers, backscratchers, Wartenberg wheels

Add. Notes: Contact information exchanged with the twins. They showed more enthusiasm to join my research assignment than any other subjects encountered so far. Request funds to hire interns.

Terry McGinnis/Batman

Ticklishness Rating: 6/10

Most Ticklish Spots: Abs, Ribs

More ticklish than one would expect; less ticklish than one would hope.

Not overly physically affectionate; more rough-and-tumble from growing up as a gang punk. Doesn’t really tickle anyone except Max.

More mildly-irritated by tickling than anything else. Not sensitive enough for it to be a major deterrent.

Once bound and tickle-tortured by Dee Dee in the hopes of getting information about the Batcave. (Their methods proved ineffective.)

Add. Notes: Highly-advanced WayneTech exosuit taps into the user's central nervous system, inhibiting pain and increasing reflex speed. Practical applications obvious. Reverse-engineer at earliest opportunity.

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tickle-beans · 7 months

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HOST COMPROMISED

The squeals echoed throughout the newly built Reyes house.

“Jaime please stop!” Milagro squirmed underneath her brother, his fingers dug into her sides.

“No way! I haven’t gotten to have this much fun tickling you since I got back from college!” Jaime grinned.

Rudy Reyes shook his head smiling and looking up from his paper.

“Milagro quit squirming!” Rudy cackled putting the paper down and moving to the floor.

“Uncle Rudy help me!” Milagro gasped inbetween breaths of laughter.

Rudy shook his head once more and grabbed her wrists pinning them behind her head.

“Jaime you gotta go for the belly!” Rudy smirked,

Milagro looked up at her brother pleading for mercy.

“Jaime no!”

Jaime smiled and lifted his sisters shirt up vigorously attacking her weak spot.

Milagro screeched arching her back and thrashing in her Uncle’s grip.

“You had this coming little sis,” Jaime lowered his face towards her stomach.

“Nohoooo please I hate that!” Milagro giggled.

Jaime ignored her begging and buried his face into her belly blowing a raspberry. An electric jolt was sent through Milagro and she screamed.

“PLEAHEASE JAIMEEEE NOHOOO IT TIHICKLES!”

The doorbell rang.

Rudy let go of Milagro’s wrists to go get the door and Milagro pushed her brother’s face away from her middle.

Milagro was red faced and giggling, teary eyed and breathless by the time that it was over.

“Jerk,” she smiled pulling her shirt down and pushing Jaime off of him.

Rudy opened the door, Jenny Kord smiled at him.

“We don’t want no girl scout cookies sorry,” he laughed.

“Very funny Rudy,” Jenny giggled walking inside.

“Having fun are we?” Jenny giggled at Jaime and Milagro.

Looking down at the two siblings on the floor, Jenny got an interesting look on her face. Jaime instantly turned red and shot up to greet her.

“J-Jenny hi!” Jaime smiled.

“H-hi,” Jenny smiled echoing the blush in his face to hers as well.

“Barf, anyways ima go help your mother finish dinner!” Rudy announced leaving the room.

“Please sit,” Jaime smiled and they awkwardly sat on the couch.

“Thank you for inviting me over,” Jenny pushed her hair behind her ear and Jaime’s heart did a flip.

“Your heart rate is increasing are you okay Jaime?” Khaji-da remarked in his head.

“Yes not now Khaji,” Jaime grumbled.

Jenny grinned.

“Hi Khaji,” she acknowledged the scarab.

Milagro came back into the living room, holding a soda she flopped on the other side of her brother rolling her eyes.

“What?” Jaime mouthed.

“What do you mean what? I can’t just hang out?” Milagro shrugged.

“It’s alright Jaime both of you are such good brother and sister I like to see you two bicker,” Jenny remarked relieving the awkward tension.

“Yeah when he’s not being a big jerk tickle monster,” Milagro crossed her arms pouting.

“Come on you deserved it!” Jaime playfully punched her.

“Did not!” Milagro argued poking his side.

Jaime jumped a bit.

“Warning sensitive area compromised!” Khaji-da remarked.

“It’s fine Khaji,” Jaime reassured the scarab.

“Khaji doesn’t like her host being tickled I see,” giggled Jenny.

“Oh yeah no, I tickled Jaime the other day and she about made him kill me!” Milagro laughed behind her hand.

“Yeah very funny I can’t help it that I’m ticklish too!” Jaime shrugged.

“Jenny fun fact, his back is super ticklish now with the scarab!” Milagro smirked sliding a finger down Jaime’s back tracing the skin that met the scarab.

Jaime flinched bucking forward.

“Don’t!” He stuttered.

Jenny grinned.

“Oh come on it can’t be that bad, let me try it please!” She went anyways and traced her nails across his back lightly spidering.

Jaime tried to turn away from the tickles.

“Jenny nohoooo!” He snickered.

“The Blue Beetle is ticklish?” Jenny laughed and continued spidering her nails.

“Host sensory overload!” Khaji-da stated in his head.

“No stop!” Jaime squirmed.

“Taking control and defending host,” Khaji-da activated Jaime’s arms and grabbed for Jenny’s wrists.

“Hey!” Jenny struggled.

“I can’t stop her she is getting revenge,” Jaime pinned Jenny’s arms to the back of the couch and dug his fingers into her side.

“EEEEHAHAHAHAAA!” Squealed Jenny.

“Who knew Kord was ticklish too?” Milagro sat back and chuckled sipping her soda.

“Khaji stop it!” Jaime tried to pull himself away but he wasn’t in control.

Jenny giggled and squealed kicking her feet.

“Changing defense to armpits,” Khaji-da announced to Jaime, forcing his free hand squeezing her side to start spidering into Jenny’s right armpit.

It was at that point that Jenny lost it, she thrashed and arched her back giggling and squeaking.

“Mahaaaahake her stohoooOOOOP NOHOT THERE!”

“Children!” Came a voice from the kitchen.

“Quit fooling and come eat dinner.”

“Pido disculpas,” Khaji-da remarked letting Jaime stop.

“S-sorry about that,” Jaime blushed.

Jenny giggled.

“Actually I didn’t mind to be honest,” Jenny winked heading for the kitchen.

Jaime turned to look at Milagro, who making mocking kissing noises silently.

Jaime rolled his eyes.

“Jaime you could have stopped me all you had to do was say so,” Khaji-da remarked.

“Yeah yeah I know,” Jaime shrugged smiling knowing fully well he could have but didn’t want to admit he enjoyed seeing Jenny’s laugh and smile.

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fickle-tiction · 1 year

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Truce

***Reposted with the ending, since tumblr mobile cut it off the first time around. There’s a lot of NSFW talk in the beginning, but no actual nsfw scenes***

Clark could sense someone walking up behind him, the slow and steady thrum of Bruce's heartbeat announcing his presence just before Clark felt the warmth of him pressed against his back. He took a deep breath in, nostrils filling with the scent of sandalwood and spice as Bruce used the 2 inches he had on Clark to his advantage and draped himself over his boyfriend's back. "Someone just asked me why I'm limping." Bruce whispered, lips tickling at the shell of Clark's ear.

Clark audibly swallowed, body going stiff as Bruce's arms encircled his waist. "Wh-what did you say?" He could hear the smirk in his boyfriend's voice, and he cursed himself for stuttering.

"The truth." Bruce could feel the heat radiating off Clark's cheeks as he inhaled in surprise. "That I spent almost an hour with my boyfriend buried inside me, while my girlfriend sat on my face." Clark let out a sound close to a whimper, the red racing down his neck and disappearing under the collar of his shirt. Bruce knew from experience that the flush could go down to the bottom of his ribs.

"B,-" Clark groaned, gently elbowing him in the ribs when Bruce snickered. "You did not."

Bruce just hummed in his ear before letting him go. "Enjoy the rest of the gala, Mr. Kent." He said louder, earning a few laughs from the people nearby before he sauntered away looking proud of himself.

Diana caught up to him a few minutes later, linking her arm with his and dragging him onto the dance floor. "That was mean." She admonished, wrapping his arms around Bruce's neck as he rested his hands on her hips. "And, I hope for your sake, a lie."

Bruce's eyebrows went up, even as a small lopsided smile graced his face. "And if it wasn't?" He asked, swaying to the music. "Are you going to punish me?"

Diana could hear Clark's sharp intake of breath from across the room, and now she was smirking as well. "Do you want me to?"

"Well, it wouldn't be a punishment if I asked for it."

"Oh, but you are asking for it."

"You know, being the only human in the relationship, I'm at a disadvantage. You two could hold me down, have your way with me. And there's not a thing I could do about it."

"Mmm. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Bruce hummed in the affirmative, turning on the dancefloor so he could see Clark out of the corner of his eye. Clark, who was all-but-hiding near the bar, clutching his glass so tightly it was in real danger of shattering.

"I would have Clark hold you down. Maybe pin your arms above your head. We both know you enjoy that, even if you pretend to struggle." Bruce huffed at that, but didn't deny it. "Then I would trace every scar on your body with my tongue." Bruce inhaled sharply, eyes now glued to Diana's face. "Once you are worked up I would start on your nipples." She casually rubbed her hand across Bruce's chest just to hear his sharp inhale. "I know you love having them played with. Teased and tickled until you're begging us to move on." Bruce barely stopped himself from groaning, but Diana's could hear his heartbeat picking up speed, though it had nothing on the frantic thumping of Clark's heart from across the room. "Then I would take you in my mouth." Bruce's gaze was intense, but he never broke eye contact. "Slowly. Work you right up that edge--" She paused, spinning them so she could see Clark now. "Then I would stop." Bruce did make a sound at that, but Diana's focus was all on Clark now. Clark, who was beat red and staring right at them. "Clark-" He jerked at the sound of his name, taking a step towards them before catching himself. "-would flip you over. Then I would start again on the other side."

"That doesn't sound like much of a punishment." Throughout the whole conversation Bruce maintained that same lopsided smile. Not a trace of embarrassment in his gaze.

"You don't know how long I plan on dragging this out."

"I am known for my patience."

Diana tilted her head in Clark's direction, clearly listening for something. Her smirk grew as she settled her gaze on Clark.

"What's he saying?" Bruce asked, following her line of sight.

"He feels as though he is the one being punished, not you."

Bruce grinned at that, watching as Clark started making his way over to them.

"You are both terrible people." He said, by way of greeting. "And we're leaving."

"Is this a preamble to tonight?" Bruce asked as he found himself in the middle of his partners, each with an arm looped through one of his own.

"You're not getting anything after teasing me like that." Clark grumbled as they made their way out of the ballroom. Clark and Diana relinquished their hold on his arms, and Clark pasted a smile onto his face just before they were swarmed with paparazzi.

"Now where are those southern manners you're always rambling on about? Is that any way to treat a fella who's ass you--" Bruce's mouth was hastily covered by Clark's hand, but they could tell by the crinkles around his eyes that he was laughing behind the obstruction.

Clark removed his hand as they made their way through the crowd towards the waiting car. Clark and Diana shared a look behind Bruce's back as he was bombarded with questions about the rumors surrounding the trinity. They were already out to all of their close friends and family. The only reason they never went public with it was because they enjoyed antagonizing the gossip columns. It seemed to Clark like this was the perfect opportunity for a little payback, and judging by her smile Diana was onboard.

"Mr. Wayne! Is it true you are in a polyamorous relationship?" "Mr. Wayne! Are these your partners, or just your company for the night?" "Sir, aren't you with the Daily Planet!?"

Clark nodded at Diana and they both gently took a hold of either of Bruce's arms once again. Bruce stopped in his tracks a few feet from the open car, looking at his partners quizzically. He was slightly alarmed by the look on their faces, and with good reason. They both leaned in and planted a kiss on either of his cheeks. The lights from the cameras were damn near blinding, and they illuminated the blush rocketing it's way up Bruce's neck and blooming onto his cheeks.

"Is he blushing!?" "Oh my God, he is!"

Bruce's lips are pressed together tightly, a smile plastered to his face even as he tightens his grip on either of his arms and drags them into the car. Once the door is closed on the wall of noise and Alfred drives away Bruce drops their arms and scowls.

"You two are--"

"--terrible people?" Clark suggests, smirking at the death glare Bruce is throwing his way.

"You just ruined my reputation."

"That is a little dramatic." Diana cuts in, squeezing Bruce's thigh in what is clearly meant to be a reassuring way. Bruce just continues to scowl as he twitches his leg away from her grasp.

"So Bruce Wayne blushes when his partners kiss him." Clark looked way too smug about it, and it was souring Bruce's mood further. "Big deal."

"I wasn't blushing."

"Oh really?" Clark pulls his phone out and Bruce has a sinking feeling in his gut as the Man of Steel types something into the search bar. He turns the phone towards Bruce, and Bruce leans forward against his better judgement to see that a series of pictures were uploaded to Twitter 2 minutes ago. Clark and Diana are on either side of him, hugging his arms, both smiling as they each press a kiss to his cheek. The Bruce in the picture looks equal parts shocked and happy at the attention. Clark then scrolls down without looking and Bruce scowls again at the series of pictures documenting his face's quick transformation into a tomato.

"I was unaware you were capable of being bashful." Diana laughs at the glare now directed at her.

Bruce folds his arms over his chest and looks out the window, ignoring both of their attempts at getting his attention for the remainder of the ride. Anytime either of them try to touch him he jerks away, eyes resolutely on the window. He can feel a smile tugging at his lips when Clark lays his head in Bruce's lap and directs the most pitiful puppy dog eyes at him, but he stoically stares at the streets rolling by. He can't risk looking at either of them and caving, or seeing Alfred's soft smile in the rearview mirror. He knows his father figure didn't miss the red staining his face and neck when he slipped into the car, and he can't bear to face the man right now.

Bruce exits the car without waiting for Alfred to get the door when they arrive at the manor, but it seems the older man was anticipating that move. He was standing in the path to the front door, hands clasped behind his back and looking smug as he blocked Bruce's escape. "I'll be in my room, should you need anything, sir."

Bruce was going to thank him and brush past, but Alfred continued speaking. "And may I say, red is a nice color on you." Bruce could hear Diana and Clark's muffled laughter as he sent Alfred a betrayed look. Alfred smirked, clapping Bruce on the shoulder before he disappeared into the manor.

Bruce followed his butler inside without a word, and Clark and Diana wait a minute before following him, giving him some time to collect himself. By the time they arrive Bruce has changed into a pair of black lounge pants and a black t-shirt.

"I have some work to do. I'll be in the cave." He tries to brush past them, but Clark palms his shoulder at the doorway and doesn't let him pass. He can see the muscles in Bruce's jaw jumping, even as he stops with a huff.

"B, come on. We didn't mean to embarrass you." Bruce levels Clark with a disbelieving look. "Okay, maybe we did." Clark relents. "But you were doing the same thing to me all night."

"No one was taking your picture."

"We didn't know you would become so flustered." Diana chimed in, having changed out her tight dress and into her own pair of lounge pants. One of Bruce's t-shirts was dwarfing her frame, and he knew she chose to wear it on purpose to endear herself to him.

"You didn't even bat an eye when you were talking on the dance floor."

"That's different." Bruce insisted, even as he allowed Diana to take his hand and lead him back to the bed. (Not that he had much choice in the matter, but the intention was there.) Diana gently pushed him down on the bed, and by the time he was settled with his back propped against the pillows Clark was climbing onto the bed as well, also wearing one of Bruce's shirts which just barely hung off his shoulders.

"Are you saying it's more embarrassing to be kissed on the cheek then it is to talk about having your nipples tickled in public?" Clark was sporting an amused grin, and Bruce could feel a grin of his own tugging at his lips but he refused to give in to it. Instead, he aimed a kick at Clark's side.

"I'm not embarrassed." He insisted, arms folded across his chest.

"Then what's with the silent treatment?"

Bruce waited a beat, hoping an answer would come to him. When none did he huffed. "Fine. I'm embarrassed."

"Of us?" Diana asked, the soft drag of her hand up and down Bruce's thigh taking any of the hurt out of her words.

"No." Bruce was quick to answer. He might be annoyed with his partners, but he would never let them think he was embarrassed by them. "I'm embarrassed that something that innocent can make me--" He would not admit to blushing. He wouldn't. "flustered." He bit out, looking as though it pained him to admit it.

"I think it's cute." Clark didn't sound like he was trying to tease him, but Bruce couldn't help but take it that way.

"It's not."

"It is." Diana insisted, hand now trailing up his torso. She nudged at his arms until he reluctantly unfolded them so she could have access to his chest, where she began to rub soothing circles.

"I can't-" blush "-turn red every time you guys kiss me in public. I know you two. You're going to do it just to mess with me."

"You mess with me in public all the time." Clark pointed out, following Diana's lead and rubbing Bruce's thigh.

"Yeah, but you're fun to mess with." Bruce was aware that he sounded like a petulant child, but he didn't particularly care. "You start blushing the second I whisper anything into your ear."

"And you blush when we kiss your cheeks." Bruce tried to kick him again, but Clark just pinched above his knee so he jerked away instead. "We're even."

"We could help you. Make you more comfortable to our affections."

"I'm not uncomfortable." Bruce insisted. He was ignored.

"Have you heard of exposure therapy?" Diana was smirking again, and it was frankly terrifying.

"Do not-" Bruce made to get off the bed, and was wholly unsurprised to find himself pushed back down onto the pillows by his partners.

"What were you saying earlier. D?" Clark asked, smirking as he grabbed Bruce's wrists. "Something about Bruce enjoying when I do this?" He pinned his wrists above his head, holding them in one hand.

"He loves it." Diana grinned, unperturbed by the glare Bruce was sending her way. She could see the muscles in his arms flexing as he tested Clark's grip.

"I hate you both." Bruce insists, without any heat behind the words.

"We're going to kiss you now." Diana says, leaning in. Clark follows her cue and they both kiss his cheeks with an audible "Muah" sound.

Bruce huffs, closing his eyes as he feels heat spreading across his cheeks.

"Wow, so you even blush when you know it's coming."

Bruce cracked his eyes open to glare at Clark. "Are you done?"

"No." Now the glare was being directed at Diana, but she did not seem bothered in the slightest. "We are going to keep kissing you here, until we get a smile."

They both lean down and repeat the process, and Bruce squirms in place as he feels his face grow even hotter. "I'm smiling." He says, through gritted teeth.

"That is technically a smile." Clark sounds disappointed, but has yet to let go of Bruce's arms.

"I suppose it is."

They're both leaning over Bruce's prone form, and they start to draw back. "It's not a laugh, though." Clark points out.

"She didn't say 'laugh'."

"I would like to hear you laugh."

"Ha. Ha." Bruce says, deadpan.

A Look passes between Clark and Diana, and Bruce suddenly finds himself nervous. He squirms in place, trying to tug his arms down. They don't budge, but he knows if he really wanted him to, Clark would let him go. He kind of wanted to see where this was going to go.

"Ready?" Clark asks, and it's unclear whether it's directed at Bruce or Diana.

"Ready." Diana confirms, her smirk letting on that they're doing this just to mess with Bruce further.

They both descend on him, but instead of the single kiss Bruce is expecting they both start kissing his face in earnest. Quick pecks are littering his cheeks, and Bruce closes his eyes against the sudden onslaught. Lips are trailing over his cheeks. Quick pecks are placed on his temple and the bridge of his nose at random. He doesn't even fight the smile he feels tugging at his mouth as someone places a gentle kiss at the corner of his eye. This is so silly, and childish, and so very Them.

Its only when Clark migrates to the side of his neck that Bruce let's out his first surprised laugh.

"My, my. Mr Wayne. What was that?"

"Nothing." Bruce gasped, the stubborn idiot.

"Was that not a laugh?" Diana enquired, lips ghosting over Bruce's neck and causing him to shiver.

"Pity. We can't stop until he laughs."

Bruce’s eyes flew open, but it was too late. Clark and Diana were both ghosting feather-light kisses up and down his neck before he could get a word out. Bruce didn't stand a chance. He was giggling in seconds, face burning red the entire time.

"G-hahaha-guys!" He laughed, trying to protect the sides of his neck with his shoulders, but unable to with his hands pinned above his head.

"There’s that laughter." Diana was speaking right into the sensitive skin below his ear, and Bruce squealed. His ear were burning with the force of the blood gathered there, and he could feel heat creeping down his chest.

"And there's the blush." Clark laughed, before placing a gentle kiss on Bruce's cheek right over where it was the brightest.

"It's not a blush, remember." Diana chided, also placing a kiss over the red skin.

"Right, he's just turning red because he's flustered."

"Sh-haha-ut up!" Bruce laughed, squirming as much as Clark would allow as they continued to pepper kisses all over his flushed skin.

"Oh my. It's spreading to his ears." Diana commented, before chasing that blush with her lips.

The sounds that escaped Bruce could only be heard by superhumans and dogs. Diana jerked back in surprise as Bruce's eyes flew open.

Clark was looking at him like Christmas has just come early.

"Truce!" Bruce was not above begging in this situation.

"Never." Clark dove back in, running his lips lightly over the shell of Bruce's ear. Bruce didn't bother trying to hold back, knowing it would be a useless endeavor. He gasped and giggled; cackled and blushed. After an eternity, which they later assured him wasn't even 2 minutes, Clark released his wrists and lay down next to the suddenly thrashing man.

"Ohohohoh my go-hahaha-god" Bruce laughed, hands clamped over his ears. He flinched when Diana's hand carded through his hair, quickly relaxing when she just repeated the soothing motion a few times.

"That was so much worse than what I did to you!" Bruce couldn't even scowl at Clark. It seemed he was incapable of wiping the smile off his face.

"I think it was comparable."

Bruce looked ready to lunge at Clark, but he was stopped by Diana laying on the left of side of his chest. "Truce."

Clark smirked. "Truce."

Bruce scowled, looking for all the world like he was going to argue. Diana started pinching up his side and he gasped, jerking away. "Truce!" He bit out, grabbing her wrist and holding it away from his body. He was rewarded with a kiss to his cheek which, in a surprising turn of events, caused his face to heat up.

"Just how far down does that blush go?" Clark asked, even as he was pushing Bruce's shirt up.

"Do you think we can get him to blush all over?" Diana asked, helping a willing Bruce out of his shirt.

"He is sitting right here." Bruce's actions bellied his words as he shimmied out of his pants with Clark's help.

"Let's find out."

Bruce didn't protest as he was pushed onto his back and told to close his eyes. He didn't protest when two sets of lips descended on his torso. He squirmed and laughed and turned beat red, but he didn't protest. He was getting soft in his old age.

#tickling fanfiction #ticklish!brucewayne #ticklish!bruce wayne #ticklish!batman #superwonderbat #tickling #dc tickling #I wrote an actual ending and tumblr deleted it the first time #so fucking rude

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calicocatsarecute · 1 year

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Hello,Welcome to my blog! I’m Lizzy, and this is a Tk blog, so if you don’t like that type of stuff please keep going. I’m pretty new and this is my first ever post! Please give e ideas for fics I can write.

Fandoms I’ll write for:

Demon Slayer

Mha

Sk8

Wonder Egg Priority

Pokémon (All Games)

Digimon

HxH

Genshin Impact

Cookie Run Kingdom/ Ovenbreak

Rascal Does Not Dream Of Bunny Girl Senpai

Danganronpa

Animal crossing

Studio Ghibli films

Yokai Watch

Wednesday

South Park

Tlou

Elemental

Fairy Tail

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Batfam/DC

If I get more familiar with more fandoms I’ll add them in.

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gaylittletklblog · 8 months

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yeah okay i'll post my headcanons i think. umm these are for 2022-2023!riddler . these are split up into pre-movie events (so like around the time of riddler yr 1) + afterward

prequel / r:y1 headcanons

super super ticklish but unfortunately has never been tickled before ever. in his life.

usually very stoic & serious. not in like a tough guy or killjoy kind of way just in a very awkward and perpetually nervous way. this will crumble immediately if you try to get his attention by poking him in any way. he will make a very high pitched and embarrassing noise and get very flustered and nervous and be like "oh hi :) didn't see you there :) anyway what were you asking me for?" <- especially if you work with him.

his worst spots ever are like . his neck, his tummy, his upper thighs & his lower back (like u know the fleshy bits. not the bony part).

at this point in time he's very unused to expressing any kind of outward emoting at all so most of what you're gonna get is just a lot of flinching / squirming and like. whimpering and whining and making any noise he can to try to hold off on laughing because he gets embarrassed hearing himself laugh.

he would not admit it but he honestly really craves the kind of playful/overly affectionate kind of tickling. he is so starved for affection and he never got that ever in his life and he would not mind. even if someone did love him / date him, he'd be like.. still pretty closed off? unless something happened to make him geniunely believe they want him to be vulnerable w/ them and ask for affection he'd probably just try to play a super selfless and not-needy bf even if it made him sad. damn sorry this is just turning into a gen headcanons post

kind of guy to be like "noooo don't say that" if you compliment him or call him cute or anything like that

tries to hide his face if he can

as much as he would love physical affection, you gotta be careful cuz he's super unused to physical contact and as a result he will jerk/flinch if you go to hug him around his waist bc he's mad sensitive there. you also cannot rest your hands on his stomach or his sides ever without him immediately slamming his arms back down and getting antsy. dude's a nervous wreck

bat2022 headcanons

super super animated now! at least w/ the mask.

def harder to get a reaction from him because he's got like four layers of thick clothes on.

if you do manage to get your paws on him he reacts much the same as he would pre-canon. he's less resistant to outwardly reacting if he's still got the mask on lol.

he is much more likely to be falsely threatening if you somehow manage to tickle him when hes got the mask / gear on. like yelling and shit. but he can't really do much about it cuz it kind of renders him helpless LMAO

sorry i totally ran out of ideas at the end you guys can always ask me stuff if you want ik im really a new-ish blog

#dc tickling #tickle headcanons #sfw tickling community #//// ... idk what else to tag this as...#tk headcanons #tickling headcanons #feel free to ask me ab him i'm obsessed i tell you ... obsessed !!!!

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superbat-love · 5 months

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When you try to impress your partner by feigning toughness, sneaking both of you back into the house late at night, only for their dad to appear at the gate with a shotgun.

#bruce running to make sure clark was alright #that’s more than a tickle clark #superbat #dc #dc animation #official #superman x batman #batman x superman #superman/batman #batman/superman #superman #batman #clark kent #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth

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toki-macross · 1 year

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This is the finished first page of my Batblobs! As well as a smol page of the bittybatblobs. So they got put all together for the little ones. This was super fun, and I will probably fill more pages another time.

#batblob #batman #DC #Bittybatblobs #Batfam #this was fun #I'm tickled pink with the positive reblobs of the batblobs thank you!#creacher #bruce wayne #which is your favorite

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surelysilly · 10 days

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i'm just making the rounds at this point haha

Cobblepot beckons Danny closer with a slight crook to his fingers, and a weak part of him bristles at it, but. Really, who is he to refuse? Gamely, he ambles over, the other staff's feelings going weird and vaguely uncomfortable. The man reaches out and ruffles Danny's hair, rounding the touch off with a firm pat to his cheek — he can't help but lean into the cold palm, to chase the comforting chill. Cologne stings his nose. “Good man,” Cobblepot says, pleased, but then clicks his tongue, tapping the underside of Danny's scruffy chin before withdrawing. “We do have facial hair requirements, however, do remember that. How much have you had to drink tonight?” Smiling limply, Danny says, “Only had one drink, promise,” and gets an arched eyebrow for it. “Sorry, boss. I'll clean up.” “See that you do. Dismissed.”

#dpxdc #dp x dc #an au of my au once more... who will i write a little treat about next lol #got scarecrow... penguin... maybe harley and posion ivy...#if an idea tickles my fancy... i just wanna write Danny more at his almost lowest of lows and yet somehow make friends with these guys #u kno... they're not the best people but they end up caring for Danny in the only ways they can even if they're just using him (and he them #litu au #silly snips

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dovakiinwitcher · 3 months

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Roy's Little Experiment

It had been a loooong day. Then again, that could be said for every day in Gotham. Robberies, muggings, drug deals-- Jason had seen everything short of murder.

Perhaps that made it a successful day.

Even so, he was exhausted. It was such a relief when the bunker he currently shared with Roy came into view. (Technically, they also shared it with Kori, but she was off-planet at the moment.) Either way, Jason was just happy to be home, however temporary or empty it may be.

The lights were mostly off, which was likely for the best; he could feel a headache coming on. The moment he was inside, he pulled off his helmet, shaking out his hair and running a hand through it. He tossed the helmet and his jacket onto the old couch they'd fished from the dump, before making his way towards the only room emitting a faint glow.

It was relatively small, with a single frosted-glass window high up in the wall, leading out into an alleyway above. The bunker was underground; better to remain undetected. The walls themselves were solid concrete, though riddled with cracks. The ceiling leaked when it rained, so there were a few buckets or bowls scattered beneath the heavy stains. Everything in the room had to be strategically placed in order to remain dry.

Despite the rundown, ramshackle foundation, this was their work room. Tools and spare parts were carelessly left about; finished and half-finished projects were stored in stacked boxes away from the leaks; everything was disorganized in an orderly fashion.

And there in the middle of everything, sitting at a long table and tinkering with some kind of gadget, was the reason Jason had gone to that room in the first place.

Roy was hunched over, his brow furrowed in concentration. His eyes shined as he worked, fascination and determination emanating from him.

Jason rested against the doorframe for a moment, affectionately watching him deep in his current fixation. A small smile slipped onto his face; he's so beautiful, he thought to himself.

Roy finally caught notice of him out of the corner of his eye. Turning in his swivel chair, he grinned brightly at the man in the doorway.

"Heya, Jaybird," he greeted, setting down a screwdriver. Upon taking in Jason's visible exhaustion, he opened his arms invitingly. "C'mere, you."

Gratefully, Jason wandered over and sat by Roy's feet, laying his head on his lap. His thighs were warm and soft, comfortable like the best pillow Jason had ever rested on in his life. Although, that wasn't the only part he was looking forward to.

As Roy resumed working, one of his hands played with Jason's hair, gently carressing his scalp. Jason sighed contentedly, relaxing into his soft touch. Roy's nails lightly scratched behind his ears, chasing away that initial headache.

This was one of the few moments when Jason could let his guard down. His mind fogged over, devoid of any stressful thought, focused only on the gentle tingles awarded to him by Roy's hands. It was bliss; free, unburdened bliss.

Jason wrapped his arms around Roy's torso, pulling himself slightly closer, melting into him. His warmth sent a wave of calm over the undead outlaw, the strong scent of whiskey and motor oil filling his nose. He felt light as air right here, like putty in Roy's hands; nothing could ever harm him again, so long as he remained.

A low, contented rumble in his throat prompted an affectionate laugh from the archer.

"Did you just purr?" He chuckled, running his thumb over Jason's jaw.

"Mmph," he grunted in response, too bleary to form words. Roy laughed again, an angelic melody to Jason's ears.

"Someone had a long day, huh," he teased. He lightly traced his nails over Jason's neck, inducing a shiver through his spine. "At least this means you'll have no trouble sleeping tonight."

"...'s alright, now that 'm with you."

Pink dusted Roy's cheeks as he registered the uncharacteristically sweet words; he really was tired. A fond smile tugged at his lips as he gazed at the dark-haired man in his lap. He's so beautiful, Roy thought.

As he dragged his fingers slowly back up Jason's neck, he felt a light trembling. It took him a second to realize that it was not the ground shaking, but Jason. A twinge of concern sparked in his mind, though the shaking stopped once his fingers reached Jason's hair again.

That was... interesting.

Peering at what he could see of Jason's face, he repeated the motion. Jason's shoulders tensed ever so slightly, shaking beneath his touch. His ears burned red, and a reluctant smile pulled at the corners of his mouth.

Out of curiosity, Roy continued to trace his neck, watching his reactions closely. When he'd stop, so would Jason's trembling shoulders. Conversely, when he continued...

A puff of laughter escaped the typically-stoic man, his shoulders hunching to protect his sensitive skin.

Aha. A slow grin overtook Roy's face, gleeful at this realization. He's ticklish.

Somehow, for as long as the red-head had known Jason, he'd never once considered it, much less tested or asked. Even while at the manor, none of his several siblings had ever tickled Jason in Roy's presence.

That didn't matter at the moment; no, for the moment, Roy had him right where he wanted him.

"Jason~" His voice had a sing-songy cadence to it. The man tensed as Roy freed up his other hand, then started gently kneading into the knots in his shoulders. "Are you hiding something from me?"

To his amusement, Jason squirmed a little, though didn't move away. With just the tips of his fingers, Roy traced shapes into his back. Lightly, he clawed his nails up Jason's spine, watching in satisfaction as he started shaking again, cracking a rare smile.

"Gosh, you're so tense," Roy teased, now gently tapping his fingers one at a time out towards Jason's shoulder blades. The latter tightened his grip around Roy's waist, hiding his face deeper into the mechanic's thighs. "You should really relax a little."

Roy experimentally skittered his fingers under Jason's arms. They immediately clamped down, pinning his hands there. A small smirk spread across the red-head's face as he continued to lightly wriggle his fingers in the space.

This time, he got another breath of laughter as Jason tensed against him. He squirmed up, away from Roy's lingering hands, but they only fell to tweak his ribs.

Finally, Jason had to pull back, letting go of Roy and leaning away. "Quit beheing a dihick," he warned, nervous giggles slipping into his words.

Roy only moved out of his chair to push Jason in response, making him lose his balance. The second his back hit the floor, Roy straddled his pelvis, a devious grin adorning his features.

"You haven’t seen me be a dick, yet," he replied, hovering his fingers over Jason's stomach. The red-faced man below hugged himself protectively, more nervous giggles spilling over his lips. Roy cocked his head. "I'm not even touching you."

"Shuhut up," Jason retorted, hiding his face in his hands. That unintentionally left his torso open and defenseless. Roy took advantage of the opportunity, fluttering his fingers over his stomach.

Jason's hands shot down to grab Roy's wrists, though it did little to halt the fingers from digging into his hips.

Roy couldn't help but laugh along as Jason threw his head back and arched his spine. His cheeks puffed, and he squeezed his eyes shut to keep in his own laughter. The blush had spread over his ears too, now, only making him cuter in Roy's humble opinion.

"I can't believe you would hide this from me, Jaybird," he teased, pinching his way up Jason's sides. Clearly, the grip on his wrists tried to hold him at bay, but every little poke drained the strength from Jason's arms. "I mean, look at your face! You're so cute~"

"Stohohohop thahat!" Jason protested, shaking his head defiantly. "Ihihi am nohohohot!!"

"Aw, don't say that about yourself, Jay." Roy tugged his shirt loose from where it was tucked into his pants, slipping his fingers beneath the cloth. A startled yelp escaped Jason as he tried to push his wrists away (unsuccessfully). "You're absolutely adorable."

His fingers traced over Jason's defined abs, drawing out those giggles from before. He enjoyed how Jason jerked and trembled when he continuously poked up and down his sides.

"Ahahack!!" Jason squeaked, hunching his shoulders. "Quihihit being so mehehean!"

"I can't believe how ticklish you are, seriously." Roy ignored his plea, dancing his fingers over Jason's belly button and hips. "You're almost as red as your helmet right now! Oh my gosh, this is amazing."

With a sudden burst of strength, Jason surged forward. He bucked his hips to throw Roy off balance before grabbing his shoulders and rolling him over, switching their positions. Pinning Roy's wrists on either side of his head, he grinned devilishly down at the startled red-head.

"What about you, huh?" Jason's husky voice sent a shudder through Roy's body, and he stared wide-eyed up into his determined grey irises.

"U-uhm, I- what a-about me?" Roy swallowed hard, breaking away from Jason's intense gaze.

The dark-haired man's grin widened, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "How ticklish are you, Speedy? Why don’t we find out, hm?"

"Wahait, wait, I'm sorr-EEEEE!!!" Roy screeched as Jason's hands darted down to his underarms, digging into the soft skin. "Jahahay, plehehehease!!"

"What's the problem?" Jason teased, leaning his face closer to the squirming mechanic beneath him. "Can't take what you dish out?"

"Nohoho!!" Roy shook his head frantically, trying to wriggle out from under Jason's weight to no avail. "St-*hic*- stohohohop ihihit!!"

"Aww," Jason cooed, moving his hands down to Roy's hips. His thumbs kneaded into the crevices of his pelvis, eliciting a squeal quickly followed by hiccup-riddled giggles. "Who's red now, you little shit? Huh? Who's red now?"

"I haHAte yohohou!!" Roy's voice cracked as he pathetically batted at Jason's hands, which were now quickly traveling up his sides.

"Feeling's mutual, punk." There was a new glint in Jason's eyes as he plunged his fingers back into Roy's underarms. The red-head squirmed and thrashed beneath him, desperately kicking his legs. He threw his head back against the floor, gritting his teeth as he tried to retain some semblance of dignity.

With his neck now exposed, Jason seized the opportunity. He took a deep breath, then buried his face in the crook of Roy's neck, blowing a loud rasberry into it. The volume of that was nothing compared to the volume of Roy's shriek, which reverberated off of the exposed water pipe attached to the ceiling.

"NAHAhahoho!!" He writhed under Jason's touch, nuzzling against his cheek to try and push his head away. Jason didn't budge, peppering little kisses over his neck and jaw before once again blowing into the crook of his neck. "Dihick!! Yohohou're such a dihihihick!!"

"You started it," Jason retorted against his skin, now nibbling at his ear. His hands slipped out of Roy's underarms and down his ribs, dancing in the little crevices between each bone. "I'm simply returning the favor."

"Jahahay, plehehehease!!" He begged, pushing against his chest. "Cahan’t breheheheathe!!"

"Alright, alright," Jason sighed, sitting back and crossing his arms. Roy hugged himself, still giggling uncontrollably. "Now, what have we learned?"

Roy regained his breath, the giggles slowly puttering out. "Fuck around and find out?"

Jason planted a kiss on his forehead before unstraddling him and rising to his feet. "Pretty much," he shrugged, offering a hand. Roy took it, pulling himself up. Jason tugged him closer, wrapping a hand around his waist.

Roy rested his hand behind Jason's neck, tipping his head to lean his forehead again his own. "You're cute," he teased.

Jason slipped Roy's hand out from behind his neck and kissed the palm, closing his eyes. "And you're a little fucker who doesn't know when to quit."

The red-head laughed, rolling his eyes. "Right, the stubborn one here is me."

"What's this, an attitude?" Jason taunted, opening his eyes to peer at Roy. "Try me, Speedy; see where it gets you; I can go for round two."

He tweaked his hip, and Roy jumped away. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he grinned, catching Jason's wrist.

"Uhuh, I'm sure.”

#DC #batman #batfamily #jason todd #roy harper #jayroy #red hood #arsenal #sfw tickling community #tickle content #tickle fluff #tickle fic #tickle fight #t word community #t word #t word content

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city-tickles · 4 months

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Tickling leading into romance DC style!

Source: https://www.deviantart.com/82-62/art/NIGHTWING-VS-STARFIRE-TICKLE-RP-994571531

#tickling #ticklish #upperbody tickling #m/f tickling #cute tickling #couple tickling #mainstream tickling #dc tickling #comic book tickling #tickle art #tickle art friday

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toweroftickles · 8 months

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Stealing from that superhero girls list from ages back, how about Batgirl and underarms for the three sentence?

Batgirl’s sharply-heeled boots tore through many of Poison Ivy’s sinewy, photosynthetic minions, but eventually she was surrounded, overwhelmed by their numbers, and struggled to push the enclosing wall of chlorophyll puppets away.

“Heheh…it's been a while, but don’t think I don’t remember your weakness…Red,” Ivy chuckled devilishly.

With a snap of her fingers, two thick and tuberous vines adorned with pink flytraps (a bit too much like Piranha Plants) sprung up from the dirt and began to wriggle and twist under Batgirl’s armpits, causing hysterical, giggly belly laughs to burst out of the super sidekick.

Ok, normally I wouldn't do this, but I came up with two ideas for Barb & Pam and I honestly couldn't decide which one to go with. So here's a free bonus. Don't get used to it. lol Also I really need to revisit that superhero girls list. That one just kinda slipped away from me.

Barbara Gordon could barely contain her whispered excitement when Ace Chemicals’ safe clicked open softly, the tumblers giving way under her nimble fingers…another day, another save-the-earth crusade against greedy industrialists.

“Nice going, Red…never knew you had such a delicate touch,” Pamela Isley smirked, reaching forward and playfully wiggling her long, sharp fingernails under Barb’s armpits.

The future Batgirl squealed and nearly jumped out of her skin, before chastising “Paaam, stop; we’re gonna get caught!” in an elated low-pitched giggle fit and swatting her friend’s hand away.

#tickling #tickle blog #tickle #tickling community #tickle fic #sfw tickles #sfw tickling community #three sentence prompt #three sentence fic #3 sentence fic #the batman animated series #the batman 2004 #dc tickling #batgirl #poison ivy

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tickle-beans · 5 months

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#dc tickling #tickling #ticklish #tickle #tickle community #tickle blog #tickle fic #dc tickle #tickling fanfiction #tickles

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whereibeme · 3 months

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Hii, I was wondering if you could draw lee!raven w/ ler!starfire (like getting her back or smth lolz) but if you don’t feel like drawing, then ur head canons for the titans please :>

Thank you so much for requesting me, Anon! 🎶

Enjoy <3

I'm actually aliveee (kinda)

#tickle art #teen titans tickles #does your back hurt from just looking at this #aaaa i'm getting so busy this year for no absolute reason!!!#ah anywayyy! first art of 2024!!#sfw tickle community #dc tickle

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widowsistersandfriends · 5 months

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Lasso of Tickle Truth

Summary: You are Wonder Woman's most evenly matched enemy, but she has a combination of ways to win.

Note: This was just an idea swirling in my head, and I apologize if some of the details about her aren't portrayed that well! Thank you for your patience!

Word Count: 1133

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You stumbled into a run-down shed, desperate for any hiding place. You were finally out of view from an ongoing chase with your arch nemesis: Wonder Woman. You two were in constant battles, trying to defeat the other once and for all. Your current heist was to steal a sacred document that was too important to lose. You were successful in this task, but were too late in escaping before being seen. This is how you were in the position you were in now.

You breathed heavily, fleeing by car and then foot. It was dark in the shed, a place that probably hadn’t been visited in decades. A wood chip fell off the ceiling, startling you. You silently cursed, knowing that you needed all the help you needed. Having things fall apart only meant more noise to be made and a higher chance of you being found.

You heard footsteps outside, getting closer by the minute. You held your breath, hoping it was any random bystander. Anyone but her.

“Sorry I’m late,” you heard, just outside of the shed. You scooted in as far as you could, trying to disappear in the darkness.

“Not gonna speak?” Wonder Woman asked.

Your eyes widened when you saw a golden glow appear outside of the shed. If she used her lasso of truth on you, you knew you were done for. She would find out where you hid the document. All of that planning to escape would be wasted.

There was a moment of silence, and you were unsure of what you should do next. You were too scared of what her next move would be.

After a moment, the flimsy door to the shed flew open, revealing the superhero and her lasso in front of you. You backed up against the wall, knowing that you were stuck. You felt around in the darkness for a secret back door. Your hand felt the shape of a knob and quickly turned it to open the door. You pushed it open and sprinted out, not getting very far before her lasso was roped around your torso.

You fell to the ground, struggling to get out, as she quickly caught up, pinning you to the ground.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” Wonder Woman asked, raising an eyebrow. With the lasso of truth around you. Luckily for you, your power was a strong ability to fight against this.

“N-noth-ing,” you struggled to say.

“I know you stole the sacred document. You’re not going to fool me,” she said, smirking down at you.

You turned your head away, refusing to fall for her trap.

“I can fight your silly lasso you know,” you spat back at her while glowering.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, and it felt as if you were two siblings fighting rather than two arch enemies.

“Maybe I’ll need something a little more powerful then hmm?” Wonder Woman suggested. With the lasso still around your torso and arms, she began to tickle your sides.

“NOHOHO NOHOT THAHAHAT,” you shouted, knowing that this is one thing you could never defend against. Especially when you were stuck in her lasso.

“What’s this? The big bad schemer is ticklish? Who would’ve thought this was how you were gonna lose…” she commented with a grin.

“AHAHAHAHA IHIHI WOHOHONT LOHOHOSE,” you squealed, as her fingers moved up to scratch away in and around your ribs.

“You may be able to fight the lasso pretty well, but combining it with tickling will make you spill for sure,” she said, now taking her finger and wiggling it in your belly button.

You shrieked, bucking so hard that you were able to flip onto your side, desperately trying to protect your sensitive giggle button.

“Awww does that tickle? Is that what this button does? It makes you laugh?” She asked, repeatedly poking into it, causing you to scream for her to stop.

“Tell me.” She demanded.

You were weakened by the tickles, and the lasso of truth was getting more and more difficult to fight against.

“N-never!” You barely said, as she flipped you back to your original position, face up.

“We’ll see about that. You know the thing is, I have intel on all of my enemies. I happen to know a little someone has very ticklish feet,” she said with a wicked grin and sat on your shins.

“NO! DONT YOU DAHAHAHARE,” you laughed while screaming and thrashing around. You desperately tried to take the lasso off, but Wonder Woman was quick, turning around and squeezing your hips, making you collapse again with a squeal.

With that, she continued to rake her nails over your sensitive soles, holding your toes back and tickling underneath.

“OHOHOKAY IHIHI GIHIHIVE,” you shouted, as she slowed her evil fingers.

“Speak now or forever hold your peace,” she said with a wink. You squirmed uncomfortably, before blurting out the location when she gave your knee a squeeze.

“IHIHIN THE HEHEADQUARTERS,” you squealed out.

“Thanks for the confirmation,” she said with a smirk.

“What do you mean?!?” You asked.

“Oh I figured, but at the same time it’s always fun to pick you apart,” she replied, as you flopped backwards with an eye roll.

“It is so funny though that you’re so weak to tickles,” she commented, gently flipping you over and tickling your back and neck while you were still in her lasso.

“NOHOHOOHO PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIVE HAHAHAD ENOHOUGH,” you squealed, turning bright red.

“It’s fun messing with someone who’s supposed to be equally matched with me,” she said, now letting you out of her lasso. You quickly tried to yank it, wanting to expose her secrets. However, it backfired as she gave it a much stronger yank, as she captured you and tickled up and down your sides. You entered yet again another fit of laughter, smacking her to tap out. You cursed yourself for this evil weakness. But being human, you knew she had to be ticklish as well.

“Oh big bad Wonder Woman~are you ticklish?” You asked, before tackling her and pinning her arms above her head.

“I’m not even touching you yet,” you teased, as she was already giggling like crazy. With that, you used your free hand to tickle her armpits, letting her experience the torture you just went through. You blew a big raspberry on her stomach while tickling her sides, which got a great reaction.

You finally let her up, knowing how bad it was.

“Maybe we have more in common than we thought. Shall we team up?” Wonder Woman asked jokingly.

“Yeah we should just go and use tickling as our new power,” you joked in reply.

“Oh I know you’d love to stay the villain though,” she teased, as you avoided eye contact and blushed.

“Knew it.”

#wonder woman #wonder woman x reader #diana prince #diana of themyscira #ticklish!reader #ler!wonderwoman #ler!reader #lee!reader #tickle fic #dc fanfic #dcu #tickle fics

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