#Lee!Mikey
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Oh my gosh congratulations on the milestone!! 🥳💖 I would love something for ROTTMNT! Maybe lee Mikey and ler Leo or lers Raph, Leo and Donnie. I’d love Dragon Fruit, Oranges & Grapes! Take all the time you need and I hope you’re doing well! 💖
Fruit(s): Dragon Fruit, Oranges, Grapes
AAAAAHG THANK YOU! You're so nice all the time, just make my brain go (>w<)✨! Been a hot second since I've done something for Rise, these boys need some more love from me. (Got carried away but we don't talk about that shhhhhshsh) Again, thank you sosososo much, and I hope you Enjoy!
Lee: Mikey
Lers: Raph, Leo, Donnie
Summary: Mikey tries making a treat for his bros, but things don't go as planned, bumming him out. The boys quickly notice and, after a quick wrestling match and some questions, manage to get their baby bro back into his high spirits.
Warnings: none! This is a fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!
“No no nononONONO!”
Feeling his heart sink, Mikey pulled his fruity Danish pastries from the oven. The charred surfaces and burning smell of the treats brought tears to his eyes. Three hours of work down the drain…
The teen had been trying to make desserts for his brothers; they’d been really supportive during his recovery from the Kraang invasion, encouraging him and helping him wrap his arms. Even Donnie had put aside some extra time to shop for arm braces. They deserved it.
His arm had a flare-up during the baking, making him take a break to put a brace on. The timer had gone off without him in the room, his poor confections roasted beyond recognition. He sniffed, dumping the marred fruits of his labor into the trash. Maybe some music and drawing would help…
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“Okay, family meeting.” Raph sat down with his two of his brothers, Donnie quickly correcting him. “Teeechnically, it's a partial family meeting. If we count the main seven family members and round the percentage, it's only about 42%-” He got a hand clamped over his mouth, the blue-themed turtle interjecting. “HUSH the nerd stuff! We know what we're here for, right?”
Donnie scoffed, but stopped spouting math. All three brothers knew what the problem was. Raph took charge again, attempting some order. “Mikey's been really down all day. Raph's worried about him.”
The purple clad turtle tapped his wristlet, frowning. He had been keeping track of Mikey's expressions from the past few days.“He seemed fine yesterday. Angelo’s face only drops around two today. I hadn't seen him for a few hours, my data’s a bit incomplete. I think he was in the kitchen.”
Leo blinked, seeming shocked. “Wow. Your number craziness finally paid off.” A claw extended from Donnie’s battle shell, whacking the snarky teen upside the head. Raph stepped between them before any more chaos could ensue.
“HEY! Donnie, do ya know what he was doin’ in there?” He huffed before answering, looking down. “I…do not. Dr. Delicate Touch made me promise not to install cameras; even I won't defy him.”
That was fair; none of them wanted to go against Dr. DT… Leo sighed, twirling his mask tails as he spoke. “I've tried asking, but no dice. The dude's clearly not okay, but he won't talk about it. Little hypocrite…”
The techy teen offered an idea. “We could try to interrogate him.” Leo snorted, snapping out of his little trance. “Interrogate? What is this, one of dad's movies? Besides, it'd probably only make him more upset.”
Raph bit his finger as he thought; one bad habit he'd tried and failed to drop. He got an idea, snapping his fingers and smiling. Bingo. “I got it! Listen up boys, here’s the plan…”
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Mikey was sitting on his bed, moping and dragging a pencil across some cardboard. He wasn’t making anything; it was just a nice way to destress. Things weren’t working as well as they usually did, though… A knock at his train car door startled him, making the typically upbeat boy flinch and drop the pencil. “C-coming…”
The metal slid open, an obviously forced smile on his face. All three of them wanted to wrap him in a hug, but they had to follow the plan. “Hey guys…what is it?”
Leo stepped forward, looking his brother over. He took special notice of the arm braces. “Alright hermano, the jig is up. What’s wrong?”
The boy’s fake smile faltered a bit, though he tried to keep the act going. “J-jig? I dunno what you’re talking about, Leo. I’m good!” His artificial confidence got a bit stronger at the end. It was clear he wasn’t telling them without a fight.
Raph was next to get closer, trying to sneakily box the boy in. This time, however, a small smile was paired with the chasm.
A small squeak escaped the youngest as he backed up, recognizing the look on his brothers’ faces. They wouldn’t…would they? “C’mon Mike, this can go quickly if ya just hold still.” Oh. They would.
Feeling a slight giddiness rise in his chest, Mikey ran farther into his train car, diving for his escape hatch. Raph stopped him in his tracks, using his mystic tonfā power to catch him in a giant fist. Leo ran over, being careful of his brother’s arms as he tossed him into his hammock.
“GUys- guys wahait! Mikey squirmed and kicked, the hammock swinging as he thrashed. Leo flipped his sword, opening two portals to hold his brother’s arms safely. Didn’t want him getting hurt after all that recovery time.
“Nah, there’s no fun in waitin’. Raph’s out for giggles and the truth.” Wasting no time, Raph started poking at his brother’s armpits. A genuine smile formed on the younger’s face, giggles spilling from his lips. “Rahaphie! Nohohot thihis!”
“But this is the best! You get to giggle, and we get to hear it.” Leo smirked, not wanting to miss out on the fun. “Big man’s right, Miguel. The truth will set you free~!” He moved his hands to Mikey’s plastron, scratching and scribbling on the area where his stomach would be. “LeheheHEEOOOOO! C-chohOHOME OHOHOhohon!”
“Just tell the truth, Micheal. You know there’s no simple way out of this predicament.” Donnie took in the sight of them; his co-conspirators smirking, enjoying the sound of their brother’s laughter, and Mikey, laughing and sounding happier than he had all day. He supposed it was worth breaking a few of his rules for the occasion. He pressed a button on his bo, the feather he used against Shredder popping out.
“D-dehehee? Whahat ahare youHU- NYAAAHAHAHO!” Mikey squealed as he felt the soft fibers of the feather run behind his knees. Curse him for taking off the knee pads… The armpit pokes, the tummy scritches, the feather on his knees; it was all too tickly. It was nice to be able to laugh with his brothers, though he didn’t know how much longer he could take all of them at once.
Raph chuckled, smiling warmly as his brother laughed. Those goofs were gonna be the death of him…but he loved them more than he could ever express. If it takes some playful tickles to get one of his bros to open up, then so be it. “All ya gotta do is fess up, Mikey. What’s been goin’ on today?”
He still didn’t seem like he was giving up, though it was clear he was reaching a breaking point. Donnie, ever the over-achiever, wanted to speed things up. He sent a claw from his battle shell to his brother’s knees, having it squeeze and scribble along the underside. That did him in.
“K-GAHAHAHA! DOHOHONIEHEHE! *snrk* NAHAHAH!” Raph gave the purple-clad turtle a look, sighing. “The goal is to get the truth, Donnie, not kill him.” Dee just chuckled, continuing the metallic tickles.
Kicking and thrashing like crazy, the teen finally reached his limit. “OHOHOKAHAHAY! IHI- *snrk* IHI’ll TEHEHELL!”
And just like that, it all stopped.
Donnie begrudgingly retracted his tools, a small smile still on his face as he watched his little bro giggle. Leo followed suit, though Raph’s hand moved to the underside of the boy’s chin. He gently wiggled his fingers into the soft skin, chuckling as his little bro melted into the touch. His loud and bubbly laughter died down to soft, breathy giggles.
“Spill it, little man~” Raph practically purred as he said it, his tone softening with the next phrase. “We promise not to judge.”
Mikey whined through his giggles, but didn’t squirm. Leo had long since released his arms; he just hadn’t noticed. “Uh-uhuhum…I wahanted to make youhuhu guhuys some d-dahanishehes for helpihing me throuhugh recovery.” He looked down, still not pulling away from the loving tickles. He’d never say it out loud, but he loved them.
“Ihi uhm… Ihihi kinda buhuhurned them. H-hahad a flare-up whehen they went ihin the ohohoven…” All three brothers’ expressions softened, even Donnie’s. The thought was incredibly sweet, and it wasn’t his fault his arms still hurt sometimes.
“Mikey…listen. We love ya. Even if you weren’t an awesome baker, we’d still take care of ya.” He continued to gently scritch under his chin, though the big guy limited it to one finger. Donnie jumped in, not making eye contact. “It’s not your fault you still get pains. Based on typical recovery times, you’re actually making exponential progress. Occasional aches are to be expected.”
“If you ever need anything, we’re all here for you. I could help with the baking and stuff, if you want.” Leo’s offer made his heart soar, as well as his other brothers’ kind words. Heartfelt moments like those would forever be cherished, especially that one.
He felt a few tears spring to his eyes, arms reaching for his bros’ hands. “Youhu guys are the behehest…” Raph stopped tickling, enveloping them all in a hug. Donnie whined, but he relaxed into the embrace. Mikey sighed, his heart full and the sadness from earlier in the day completely gone. He loved his brothers so freaking much…
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Hi!! For the requests I’d love something for ROTTMNT! Maybe Lee Mikey and ler any of his brothers? Also hope you’re doing well! Remember to hydrate and get a snack. 💖
Mornin Mikey!
Ask and you shall receive uwu love the goofballs still
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“No.”
“But Raph—”
“No.”
“But Raphie—”
“No.”
“But—”
“I literally just said no, Mikey.”
“But Raaaaaaphhhh, I’m bored!” The youngest groaned, flopping onto the second oldest’s bed dramatically. The second oldest in question raised an unamused brow, looking up from his comic where his little brother laid in front of him. The red banded turtle sighed, going back to reading his novel calmly and ignoring the younger turtle completely.
Now, if you couldn’t tell by Mikey’s whole demeanor, or the fact that he just stated so…he was bored. VERY bored. EXTREMELY bored.
TREMENDOUSLY bored if you will.
And if the youngest was bored, you’d best believe you’d hear him complaining all day in and all day out until he found something to occupy himself with. And Raph? Well, the young teen personally did not have the time nor patience to deal with all of that today.
Or any day really.
“For the millionth time, Mike— I’m busy. Go bother Don or somethin'.” The hot-head grumbled, flipping through the pages of the comic book he was currently reading. The other rolled his eyes, turning his head to his older brother, “Don’t you think I already did that?” Raph chuckled at the statement. “Oh really? And how’d that go?”
“He threw a beaker at me…but I think it had acid in it—“
Raph visibly shuddered, “Okie-dokie then. Another reason for you to get out of my room. Buh-bye. Sayonara. Thanks for stopping by. Adios amigo.” He demanded, pushing Mikey’s face with his foot but the youngest stubbornly stood his ground. He pushed back with his head until the other eventually gave up, throwing his comic book at him in frustration.
Mikey got up from the bed, annoyingly whining again.
“Just do an activity with me or something…! He huffed, shaking Raph by the shoulders back and forth. “I can show you the way out of my room! That can be an activity we can do together!” The red banded teen smiled with a fake sweet tone, which only caused the other’s frown to deepen.
“I’ll never ask you for anything ever agaiiiiinnn! Just do something with meeee! Pleeaseee?!” Raph had to bite back a grin when he heard that bargain. In the next 5 minutes, Mikey would probably ask him to do the hokey-pokey or some shit like that. The second oldest let out a long yet playful sigh, rubbing his temples before crossing his arms. “Fine fine…what do you wanna do?”
The youngest blinked, rubbing the back of his head and looking away for a bit. Well…Raph was surprisingly easy to convince today. It usually took him a solid 2 hours and 30 minutes (he’s counted) until he cracked. Usually 1 hour and 15 minutes on a good day…
“That’s…a very good question…I’ll get back to you on that…” The smaller turtle muttered. Raph tilted his head in complete and utter disbelief. “You came in here harassing me for, like, an hour straight talking about how you wanna spend time with me and now you don’t even know what you wanna do?!”
“I’m thinking, okay?! Don’t get your tits in a twist!” Mikey huffed at his older brother.
“Don’t get my what in a what???”
The youngest then suddenly snapped his fingers, smiling brightly and turning to the second oldest, “We should play a video game!”
“Like…Fall Guys or something? Dude, I’ve beat you anytime we’ve played two player. Just accept your many MANY losses.” The green eyed mutant teased, laughing at the offended expression Mikey was giving him now.
“I think you might have hit your head a bit too hard when we came from the ooze, my dear friend. Because I clearly remember you losing when we were playing last weekend.” The orange banded teen challenged, sticking his tongue out at Raph who only scoffed in amusement, resting his hand on his hip.
“I was being a good big brother and let you win.” He retorted. Mikey rolled his eyes, knowing full damn well Raph just sucked absolute ass and didn’t want to admit it. “Yeah yeah, whatever. But, no. I have an even better thing in mind. And it’s a board game.”
A pause.
“…so are you gonna tell me what the board game is?” Raph asked impatiently.
“I’m pausing for emphasis! I request a drumroll, please.”
…oh for the love of…
Raph sighed, drumming his hands on his bed for a couple seconds before stopping, waiting for Mikey to tell him the name of this soooo special game that he couldn’t just tell him already.
Because emphasis or whatever.
“Twister!” Mikey smiled, clapping his hands excitedly. “Twister.” Raph repeated, his eye-ridges (is that what they’re called—? Idk…) raising in surprise as he scratched the top of his head confused. “Why Twister of all things? We haven’t played that game since we were, like, 7.”
The blue-eyed mutant shrugged, leaning against his big brother’s beside and lazily checking his nails. “Eh. No reason. Just what first came to mind. What? Afraid you’ll lose, Raphie boy~?” He smirked, looking up at the taller green eyed mutant who only chuckled at his taunt.
“Oh please. That game is so easy I could play it in my sleep.” He smirked, looking down at Mikey who only had a satisfied grin plastered on his face.
Raph was lying— lying right through his teeth in fact. He wasn’t good at Twister— he wasn’t even semi-good. He didn’t even qualify anywhere near semi-good when it came to Twister. Raph wasn’t the most…flexible turtle of the bunch, which made it hard to do some, if not most of the poses Twister had conjured up for you.
And usually, he wouldn’t care so much about losing a game. Heck, it was Twister for crying out loud. But Raphael grew up with a family of competitors.
And so, he was competitive. Very competitive.
He didn’t like to lose— in fact, he hated losing. He’d rather beat up Kraang droids all day than lose.
Well…he’d beat up Kraang droids any day but that’s beside the point!
Point was, he absolutely sucked at Twister, period. And personally? It wouldn’t be so bad if he was going against Leo, heck— even Casey Goongala Jones himself would be a better opponent than Mikey.
If Mikey won (which he always did), he would make sure you knew all day in and all day out that he beat you. It was annoying as hell and that would only fuel Mikey more into reminding you that you lost against him.
And like stated before…Raph did not like losing. He didn’t like it one bit.
The elder straightened up his slouched posture, extending his hand to do a hand shake, which the youngest gladly accepted. “I accept your offer. But don’t be disappointed when I completely annihilate you.”
“We’ll see about that.” Mikey chirped, grabbing Raph’s arm and almost soaring out of the room with him.
Aaaaand so that’s where the two were now; spreading the well known dotted mat onto the floor carefully in front of the TV. The two spun a couple times already, the positions that were being requested weren’t hard. At first…just subtle movements here and there. Until Raph had his whole arm underneath Mikey and Mikey had his whole arm under Raph’s…
And by 12 turn’s, they were intertwining each other like a bunch of yarn. Raph, surprisingly, was doing really well. His stance being something along the lines of a downwards dog and a corpse pose— if that makes sense. Which it doesn’t. Because it’s Twister. Twister doesn’t make any sense in the slightest.
Mikey on the other hand, was not doing so hot. His stance was just basically the Family Guy dead pose but just slightly standing. With every spin of that darn evil plastic wheel, the younger teen seemed to be getting more and more difficult adjustments, while Raph barely had to move a finger. Or…limb in this case.
The turtle gods were on his big brother’s side today and Mikey was not having it.
“Doing alright, bro?” The hot-head smugly asked, his voice a little strained due to the odd positing but a teasing grin was on his face nonetheless. “You’re shaking a bit there…” He mused at his little brother, whose limbs were shaking like a bunch of conjoined jello conjoined.
The smaller mutant then fixed his footing, not shaking anymore as he looked up at Raph, smirking smugly right back at him. “Oh I’m fine, big bro. Just. Fine.” The orange banded turtle gritted out.
Now, Mikey wasn’t going to lie, but this whole Twister thing was starting to not seem like such a good idea. His older brother was a complete abomination when it came to Twister! But apparently, he seemed like he was getting every single easy position, and he was doing a pretty decent job at it— and Raph…Raphael has NEVER done decent!
Mikey, on the other hand, was struggling. He might as well become the actual mascot for the game or something because his arms and legs were getting twisted like actual Twizzlers. It’s probably not even normal for his body to twist like this, but hey! He’s not losing and that’s all that matters, right?
But he couldn’t keep this act on forever. He was going to fall sooner or later if he didn’t do something fast.
The younger tried to move to spin the wheel but almost fell in the process; catching himself at the last second. “Yeah…I won’t be able to reach it…” The elder hummed in acknowledgement, also attempting to spin the wheel but ultimately failing as well.
Conveniently, a couple seconds later, the eldest turtle of the four quadruplets walked out of his room, walking into the lounge area where the two were playing Twister. Leo looked the two up and down before sighing, rubbing his face tiredly.
“It’s too early for this…” He grumbled, going to the kitchen to refill his tea cup. Raph and Mikey shared a confused glance with each other, before looking at the other turtle with even more confusion.
“It’s 4 in the afternoon…” The youngest giggled. Leo turned around, glaring at the both of them. And if looks could kill…Mikey would’ve been nothing but a bare shell.
“Yeah. And my statement still stands. It’s too early for this…” The blue banded turtle repeated, taking a sip of a now full tea cup. “Now. If you’ll excuse me, I have to go read some Captain Ryan x reader fanfiction…” He grumbled with the most deadpanned face and voice ever, but you could tell by the sparkle in his eyes that he was genuinely excited.
The young leader was probably too tired to acknowledge what he just said…oh well. More blackmail for Mikey then.
“Leo, wait! We need you to spin the spinny thingie!” The second oldest yelled in impatience. This stance was starting to hurt like shell! And losing is not an option here!
Leo turned around, looking his brother up and down again before sipping his tea again. “Do it yourself.”
“I can’t, wise guy! The spinny whatchamacallit is all the way over there! If I try to spin it, I’ll lose!” Raph explained which only resulted in Leo blinking once before rolling his eyes.
“Then lose.” And with that, the young leader walked to his room, chuckling a bit to himself as he closed his door. “Smug bastard…” The red banded turtle grumbled under his breath.
After a few moments of thinking, Mikey decided he needed to do something to try and get an advantage in this game. That’s when he reached up with one hand and jabbed Raph in the side lightly.
The elder flinched violently, drawing out a surprised and loud shriek, but stubbornly staying in the same position he was before. The second oldest glared at his younger brother, who had the most innocent smile plastered on his face.
“Michelangelo. Hamato.” He warned, his glare hardening. “Poke me again and see what happens.” He said threateningly, which only caused the younger in question to innocently bat his eyes at him, continuously poking around his side.
“Mihihike— shihihit!” Raph cursed, trying to squirm out of reach of the poking with the little room he had. Mikey continued to tickle him, now moving his fingers to scribble on his stomach, which obviously made Raph shriek louder.
“MIHIHIKEY!”
“Aw…there’s that smile!” The youngest grinned. And finally, to the smaller turtle’s delight, the older fell down on his shell, officially concluding the game and granting Mikey his 100% hard earned victory.
“I won!” The menace giggled, doing a small little victory dance on the mat before he made eye contact with Raph— who looked like he was ready to KILL.
Victory dance over. Victory dance WAY WAY over.
The younger got up almost immediately, quickly backing away as the other turtle scaringly followed right behind him. “W-Wait wahait…dude, bro, my man…we can talk about this! We can talk this out like the civilized mature mutants we are! There’s noho need to doohoo anything drahastic…” He rambled, taking multiple upon multiple steps back as Raph inched closer and closer towards him, game obviously loooong forgotten at this point.
The elder cracked his knuckles, an evil smirk spreading across his face almost like a wildfire. And that, ladies and gentleman, was enough evidence for Mikey to know that he was absolutely in for it.
The youngest bolted for Donnie’s lab, running as fast as his little legs could carry him, only to be hoisted onto his big brother’s shoulder as the red banded turtle walked back to the lounge area.
Nervous giggles escaped Mikey’s mouth as he tried to get out of his older brother’s grip, squirming, pushing, kicking— basically all the things he could do in this oh-so-horrible-situation-that-he-definitely-did-not-plan-out-what-so-ever!
Raph put Mikey on the ground, sitting on his legs. “Mihike, I haven’t even done anything yet...” He commented at the squirmy giggly mess that was his youngest brother. Mikey snickered, a small blush creeping to his face. “Shuhut it!“ He squeaked as he felt three fingers on his sides, not moving but just resting there in anticipation.
The youngest helplessly held the taller turtle’s wrists, shaking his head back and forth while sputtering out giggly pleases as his eyes were closed shut. “What’s gotten you so giggly?” Raph asked innocently, smirking down at his baby brother who was currently losing his mind.
“Just gehehet it oveheher wihith already!” He giggled desperately. If getting absolutely wrecked wasn’t gonna kill him…then the anticipation definitely would.
“Get whahat over with, Mike? I genuinely have no idea what you’re talking about…” The orange banded turtle lightly smacked at Raph’s arm, loving and hating every single second of this. Mikey looked to the side, hiding his head in his shell a tiny bit out of embarrassment.
“Is there…something specific you’re talking about? Something oh-so embarrassing that you apparently can’t even say it out loud?” Raph grinned, his fingers clamping lightly on his sides as the other giggly whined in annoyance and desperation.
“Will yohou plehease juhust tihihickle me already???” The smallest turtle squeaked; the last part barely audible to the turtle ear and of course Raph felt the need to comment on it.
“Hm? What was that~? I couldn’t quite hear you…” He smirked, his fingers twitching against the other’s sides.
“Rahaph!!”
“You gotta speak louder, bud. I can hardly hear you.”
“Rahahaphie plehease!”
“Well since you asked so nicely…” Raphael smiled, starting to actually tickle Mikey’s sides now.
“You know, you could have just…told me you wanted me to tickle you, instead of doing the whole ‘let’s play Twister’ bullshit.” The taller turtle stated calmly, only causing Mikey’s blush to deepen.
Was he seriously that easy to read? Well that’s embarrassing…he honestly thought he had his older brother fooled with the whole ‘Let’s play Twister bullshit.’
Random fun fact, one of the best and worst things about being tickled by Raph was that he could just casually say the t-word as if it was an everyday word as you can see.
Well…in retrospect it is an everyday word.
But it’s a very embarrassing everyday word.
A very VERY embarrassing everyday word.
And you best believe he always used it as an advantage to gain the upper hand in every situation. Whether he was tickling one of his brothers or not…you bet he would randomly use it in a sentence.
“Literally what are you talking aboHOUT?” Mikey screeched as Raph prodded and poked his lower ribs. “Oh, don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I mean.” The second oldest smirked. “Playing duhumb is not my forte— thahat was yohou duhuhuring Twister.” Mikey managed to giggle out.
Raph sent daggers to Mikey as he pinned one of his hands to the carpeted floor, digging his free hand into his exposed underarm.
The blue eyed mutant automatically squawked at the sudden sensation, trying desperately to pull his arm back down. The other let out a satisfied huff from the noise, “You were saying~?”
“ScREHEHEW YOHOU!” He squawked. Raph flinched slightly at the turtle belle’s sudden yell but chuckled at it nonetheless. Oh this is gonna be so so easy…
Mikey’s feet helplessly kicked behind Raph, his legs going up into the air every so slightly every now and again. “Your gonna break the sound barrier with all that screaming, baby brother...” Raph commented.
“But, you okay? You’re voice raised a bit there…” He asked as he heard Mikey’s laughter spike up suddenly. The youngest wiped a couple happy tears from his eyes, giggling still. “Yeah, yeah…I’m okay…”
Raph nodded at the response, rubbing some of the ghost tickles away before going back to tickling him, now squeezing his hip area.
The freckled turtle’s eyes completely shot out of his sockets as and of course his big brother had to make a smart remark.
“Uh oh…did I happen to find a bad spot?” Raph smirked, raising a brow as the younger shook his head back and forth. “NOHO! NAHAT THEHERE! RAHAPH! PLEHEASE!” The teenager cackled loudly, grabbing the other’s wrists but making no attempt to push them away of course.
“Not there?? Whaddya mean not there~? You mean right…here?” Raph giggled, “Right here? Is this a bad spot, Mike?” He questioned innocently.
“RAHAPH *squeak* PLEHEASE!” Mikey squealed. “Please what? I can’t understand you because of my little brother’s mouse squeaks. Sorry man…” Raph said as he dramatically wiped a tear from his eye, before going back to tickling Mikey’s hip area.
“SHUHU— *squeak* SHUHUT UHUP!”
At times like this, you would not question the fact that Mikey’s Dad is a 6'2 rat mutant. Just listening to his laugh you could hear the resemblance.
“My gahaHAHASH! JuhUST STAHAP!” He whined throughout his laughter as Raph continued to knead his hip bones, causing Mikey’s laughter to rise in volume tremendously now and again.
The youngest arched his back with a loud squeal, pushing on his older brother’s wrists again as he tried to turn himself so his shell was facing upward.
“Now where do you think your goin'?” Raph snickered, now using both his hands to tickle Mikey’s underarms now, instead of just tickling one.
“WAHAHAIT! WAHA— *squeal* WAHAIT! IHIHIT TIHI— *squeak* NAHAHAH!” The youngest stammered through his laughter, his bandana long gone off of his face due to how much he was squirming around.
“It tickles? Ya don’t say.” Raph deadpanned, snickering at the small squeal the turtle below him let out after the comment. “Can Dr. Name-Einstein not take what he dishes out~?” He continued, digging deeper in Mikey’s underarms.
“Tickle tickle tickle~!”
“NoHOH—!”
“Tickle tickle~! Kitchie kitchie coo~!”
“SHUHUT— *squeak* SHUHUT YOUR MOHOUTH!”
“Aww…well, that’s not very nice, now is it?” The green eyed teen fake pouted, continuing to tickle Mikey’s underarms, but slipping his hands out every now and again to poke the other’s neck lightly before going back in.
“Ahh tkltkltkl….ahh tkltkltkl— what? I’m abbreviating it for you because you hate that word soooo much, see? Ahh tkltkltkl…”
“IHI’M GOHONNA MUHUHURDER YOHOU!” The youngest shrieked, banging his heels on the floor in a futile attempt to escape his big brother’s VERY mean comments. “Oh yeah? You and with what hands, little man~?” Raph grinned, grabbing both of Mikey’s wrists to put above his head, scribbling all over his stomach.
Mikey’s hyena cackling only raised in volume after that. Raph evil laughed at the reaction, chuckling to himself as he tickled the younger to pieces.
“Woah. I think I hit the jackpot…what do you think, Mike?”
Mikey squeaked.
“Yeah, I think so too.”
Behind all the evil laughing and teasing, Raph took glances at his baby brother’s face every now and again to make sure that he was actually enjoying himself; and that he wasn’t uncomfortable in any way.
…And before you even think of calling him a softie for thinking this, being a softie and being caring are two completely different things.
Don’t get them twisted.
Anyways, even if Raph never openly says so or displays so…he genuinely cares about his brothers, and if he ever hurt them in any way, physically or mentally…just know that he’s taking that with him to the grave. No further questions asked.
Unfortunately for the youngest, this didn’t mean Raph would be merciful while tickling him in any way, shape, or form right now…
But Raph didn’t want his baby brother’s voice disappearing all the way to Timbuktu, so stopping right now would suffice.
The older turtle ceased his tickling onslaught, crossing his arms across his plastron to glance at the flustered and oh-so giggly mess he created.
“Yohou…suhuck…” The maskless turtle giggled, refusing to look at his big brother who just snickered at the purely adorable behavior.
“Yohou okay?” The elder turtle asked, “Like seriously, I didn’t hurt you or anything, right?” He asked genuinely. And now wasn’t that sweet? Asking if someone was okay after almost committing a first degree murder to said person. Yeah. Reeeeaaal sweet alright.
“Mhm…yeah I’m okahay…” He nodded, sitting up slightly to look for his mask that flew over to who knows where.
”I don’t remember your stomach being that ticklish, Mike.” Raph teased, snickering softly at his comment which Mikey only rolled his eyes to. “Whehell, my neck isn’t embarrassingly sehensitive. Especially the bahahack ohof ihihit. I don’t thihink yohou can relate, but I’m juhust putting thahat out there…”
…Remember how I said Raph loved his brother very dearly? Well…forget it. Stopping right now would not suffice. It would do anything but suffice.
The hot-head simply gave his little brother a look that would be known as the look of ‘You are getting your shell HANDED to you.’ Now Leonardo was the turtle who invented this scary yet effective gaze (because of course he did…)
And so naturally, the look got passed down to Raph. Then to Donnie. And even Splinter found a way how to.
The youngest on the other hand, never really had any reason to learn the look, as he had wonderful looks of his own. Obviously.
But now…he was kinda wishing he did, so that the look didn’t look so scary (see what I did there? I’m hilarious, I know)
“I-Ihi’m sohorry?” Mikey giggled out meekly, immediately going to grab Raph’s wrists again for, like, the hundredth time in the past hour.
Sometimes it’s best to keep your comments to yourself…even if you are spitting straight up facts…
“Oho you will be sorry.” The elder effortlessly grabbed his baby brother’s wrists, slowly bringing his head down towards the other’s stomach. Mikey kicked his knees into Raph’s shell, hoping to at least faze him, but all his attempts to stop his brother were in vain as the other took in a deep breath and lowered his head at an agonizingly slow pace to his plastron...
“W-WAHAIT! RAHAH— *squeal* PLEHEASE!!!” However, even if you’re a strong, cool and fast mutant like Mikey himself here, you would never be able to go up against the power of an older sibling in a tickle fight (a very one-sided tickle fight but a tickle fight nonetheless…)
Raph had to stop to chuckle at the wriggly mess that was his baby brother— the dude was wriggling and giggling like he planted some drug in him! And he hasn’t even done anything to him!
Yet, anyway…
“SHUHUT UP! STAHAP LAHAUGHING AHAT MEEHEE!” The youngest screeched as he felt his mind going on an anticipatory rollercoaster, thrashing in his big brother’s hold which he knew he was never getting out of. Well…acceptance is the first step to anything right?
“PLEHEASE! IHI’M— *squeak* SOHORRY!” Mikey cried, now frantically trying to get out of the hold. Screw acceptance. Mikey didn’t want to see heaven’s gates early. And besides, he has a slice of pizza in the fridge that he’s been dying to eat. So dying right here, right now, isn’t an option.
Raph hummed in amusement, “Oho yeheah? Where were all these apologizes when you made me lose in Twister?” Mikey giggled, “Ihit’s nahat MYHY fault YOHOU suhuck at gahames! Ehespecially board games. Ahahand video gahames…dohoo I have to go ohon?”
Raph was shocked as he was impressed. The pure nerve of this teen. Mikey definitely got that attitude from him…that’s for sure. “Okahay that’s it. No more mister nice turtle…”
“Sihince whEHEN were yOHOU NIHICE?”
Instead of making another sassy remark back, Raph tightened the grip of his hands on Mikey’s wrists slightly, lowering his head to his little brother’s stomach and taking a huge breath…
“RAHAPH— nohoHO— WAHAIT! RAHaph dUHUDE PLEHEASE!” Mikey rambled through his laughter, shaking his head back and forth with his eyes shut. Oh…this was gonna tickle so freaking bad. Maybe instead of provoking Raph he should of just tickled himself— because Michelangelo would not come out of the lounge area ALIVE after this.
With one last evil chuckle, the elder lowered his head to the center of Mikey’s plastron and…well, let’s just say all of New York City presumably heard the high-pitched shriek that ascended out of the youngest’s mouth.
Raph was mean. He was the definition of mean. He might as well be cast as the next Regina George if Mean Girls gets another reboot because this. was. mean.
Because not only was this smug dunderhead blowing raspberries on his stomach without barely taking any breath’s (kinda impressive honestly), but he also was using one hand to squeeze directly on Mikey’s knee.
Evil. Pure evil.
And you would think that it was pretty nice of Raph to let one of his hands go so he could at least attempt to escape, right? Well the youngest’s free hand was too busy happy stimming in order to do said task…so he’s kinda-sorta-maybe-possibly stuck
“I don’t remember you being this sensitive to raspberries when we were little…” The elder teen commented in between his breaths. Because…honestly. Did Donnie make Mikey one of his nerd concoctions to make the youngest embarrassingly ticklish or has he always been like this? Because there’s no way he should be giggling and wriggling this much.
“IHIT’S NAHAT MY FAHAULT!” And it wasn’t! It’s not Mikey’s fault he’s a literal walking talking tickle spot! Besides, you haven’t met walking talking tickle spot until you’ve met Leo.
“It tickles that bad, huh?” Raph laughed at the inhuman screeches coming from the teen below him. “SHUHUT— *squeak* SHUHUT UHUHAHAHA—!” The youngest cackled loudly, still kicking Raph at the back of his shell with his knees.
Now, was kicking Raph in the shell going to do him any favors in the long run? Most likely not. He’s still getting tickled to pieces and no matter how much he bucked, wriggled, writhed, or squirmed from side to side, Raph’s grip would remain the same until he felt like letting go. His hold was scaringingly better than his nunchucks— and that’s saying a LOT.
The smaller turtle just helplessly kicked behind him, just laying there and laughing his heart out. Raph took a glance at his younger brother and his snarky, evil smirk turned into a fond smile, he shook his head, laughing to himself.
“Y'know…Leo is just a couple steps away. I’m sure he’d loooove helping me turn you into a more giggly puddle than you already are…”
“NAHAH— *squeal* DAHA— DOHOHON’T—!”
“Or…what if I got Donnie? I bet he has some tools that would help me…”
“NOHOH—!”
“What about Dad? I’m positive he would just record the whole thing and coo you all day long about you’re adorable giggles—”
“RAHAPHIE!!!” Mikey screeched, kicking Raph in the shell extra hard this time which only made the elder huff out a laugh in amusement.
“OW! Okay okahay! No need to shout!” He chuckled, getting off of the other turtle and helping him up. Raph sat down on the couch, soon followed by Michelangelo who dramatically collapsed into his lap.
He giggled tiredly, sitting up and flopping on the other’s plastron. The elder laughed at the theatrical gesture, rubbing his shell comfortingly. “You okay, bud?”
“Nohoho. I’m lihihiterally dying.” Mikey giggled tiredly. Raph hummed in acknowledgment, resting his chin on Mikey’s left shoulder, causing the youngest to let out a subtle squeak.
The two made eye contact as Raph’s signature smirk spread across his face again.
“Huh. Which reminds me…” The elder turtle mused, wrapping Mikey in a hug with his one arm while the other was free. He shook his head, anticipatory giggles pouring out of his mouth more than ever before. “Raphie— Rahaphie nohoho don’t you dahare!”
Now, you’re probably wondering why Mikey is freaking out so much right now…let me explain.
As you know, Mikey has freckles. A lot of freckles. It was something he’s always been insecure about ever since he was a turtle tot. He used to absolutely loathe his freckles with a burning passion…and he tried to keep that fact a secret.
But sadly, when you live with 3 other brothers and you’re the youngest, there’s no such thing as secrecy.
The brothers had this whole talk about how his freckles made him, well, him. How it signified his uniqueness, adorableness, and blah blah blah sappy stuff. And that talk actually made Mikey love his freckles a lot…which he really needed.
Point being, his older brother’s created this game where they would count and poke how many freckles he had— because he had a whole LOT and they wanted to point out each adorable individual one; his freckles mainly being on his shoulders, face and neck.
But the thing was, the pokes to said spots tickled. A lot. Mikey was able to hide his reactions at first, but then a squeak went to a squeal, and a squeal went to a giggle…if you catch my drift.
And ever since then, it’s been a friendly competition on who could poke and count the most freckles on his face without him squirming out of reach (the highest score was 23 by the one and only Donatello).
“Hm. I forgot how many freckles you have…did you get any more? Seems like you got more…” Raph hummed again.
“NohOH I diHID NAHAT—”
“I think I should check just to make sure…” And with that, the poking and counting began…or as Mikey likes to call it: his complete and utter demise.
Speaking of which, Mikey might be competing with Leo for the Most Ticklish Turtle award because these pokes to his shoulders and face tickled like absolute SHELL. And Raph was barely touching him! Like…barely.
“1…2…3…4–! Mike! Stop moving! You made me lose count!” The older tried to sternly say, but it was really hard due to how much his little brother was laughing his shell off at the slightest of touches to the face and shoulders.
“PLEHEHEASE! RAHA— *squeak*! IHI’M GOHONNA DIHIE!!!”
“You’ve said that, like, 3 times. And you’re still here, aren’t you?” Raph mused, continuing to poke and prod.
“And a seven, and an eight, and a nine— wait. What comes after nine…?” He fake pondered, poking on the exact same freckle on Mikey’s shoulder to keep him a squeaky giggly blob.
“Seriously…I can’t think of the number. What comes after nine?” The hot-head asked again, going after Mikey’s neck now— causing the younger to scrunch his shoulders almost immediately. Though, that maybe wasn’t the best idea because Raph’s fingers were now stuck.
“I honestly think you’re the one with an embarrassingly ticklish neck, little bro.” The elder turtle stated smugly, wriggling his fingers in the crook of Mikey’s neck as the younger laughed even louder (if that’s possible).
Mikey flapped both of his hands, happy tears threatening to fall from his eyes, “RAHAHAPH!!!” He shrieked, his legs kicking the couch as well as the floor.
“Okay! Alright! Okay! No need to shout out me! Heard you loud and clear, giggles.” He drawed his hand away from Mikey’s face and shoulders, resting them on the other’s shell, rubbing it soothingly. The smaller turtle rested the back of his head on Raph’s shoulder, catching his breath slowly but surely.
“Are you done torturing me now?” He giggled tiredly, becoming relaxed and comfy in Raph’s arms due to the shell rubs.
“For now, yeah.” The older winked which only caused the youngest to roll his eyes at. Raph could be such a dork sometimes, but he loves him nonetheless…sometimes anyway.
“Thanks. For, uh…y'know…doing that…” The orange banded turtle mumbled after he calmed down fully, getting his mask that flew up on the couch earlier. “Yeah. No problem.” Raph shrugged nonchalantly, sitting back on the couch before creasing his eyebrows together, looking at Mikey in confusion.
“Wait. Didn’t you tell Leo like a week ago that it was 100% okay to ask for tickles? Why aren’t you taking your own advice?” He asked.
“Wha— you heard that?”
“The sewer walls aren’t that thick, Mike.” The elder explained, rolling his eyes fondly at the new silence he was being wonderfully graced with.
“Freaking hypocrite…” The green-eyed teen sighed, shaking his head and wrapping Mikey in a hug, squeezing him gently. “Again, you didn’t need to come up with an excuse for me to tickle you. You can just ask me.” He smiled softly, making Mikey return the smile tenfold.
“Yeah…I know. But playing Twister made it more fun didn’t it?”
“Pff…yeah. Yeah, I guess it did.”
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#Lee!Mikey#Ler!Raph#TMNT 2012 tickle#TMNT 2012 tickle fic#DUDE I LOVE THESE TWO SM#THEY ARE LIKE THE SPRINKLES TO MY ICE CREAM#THE WHIPPED CREAM ON MY PUMPKIN PIE#THE PIZZA TO MY FRENCH FRIES#YKNOW WHAT I MEAN⁉️⁉️⁉️#LIKE THIS DUO IS JUST PURE SEROTONIN#Writing them was lowkey not that bad#It’s just the tickling parts that took a while 💀#But we’re gonna ignore the fact that this was supposed to be posted in October ☺️💗#As you can tell by the title…#I’m also trying to be aesthetic like the cool kids now with the fonts 😎😜😜#Writing Raph was so freakingembarrassingohymgosh#I feel like I made him out of character#So glad this is posted tho#I needed this OUT of my Google doc’s page#Also I’m sobbing—#The HEIGHT difference in the photo ☹️😖😖😖💕💕💕💕#Freaking love them man…#Lee!Raph#Ler!Mikey#Switch!Raph#Switch!Mikey#Also don’t mind me referencing my old TMNT 2012 fic 🤭🤭🤭#Sfw Tickle community#Ik a lot of people think Raph is “mean” to Mikey and blah blah blah#But if Raph comes off as mean here I just wanted to state that I’m not trying to do so
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OKAY SO ANOTHER REQ
Can be tickles or non tickles it’s up to you!!
I’m going to torment ur fav real quick ❤️
I would like to humbly order a fic of Mikey dreaming abt the events that happened in ep 10 and waking up terrified that Draken really left him (if you catch my drift)
And and and- usage of the bestest trope of character A rushing to Character B’s house to make sure they’re okay and just collapsing in their arms with a teary/sobbing “oh thank god…” whenever they answer the door
I am requesting the most immaculate comfort from Draken . 
Your local angst queen, signing off.
Ffs stop bottling up your emotions
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME by writing Mikey angst 🥲
I don't think angst is my thing but I tried 😭
I hope you likey :3
I'm gonna go bawl my eyes out after writing this
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Mikey x Draken (interpret as you wish)
Lee: Mikey
Ler: Draken
Warnings: Tickles! Angst! Panic attack! Cursing! Spoilers for ep 10!
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wake up… Wake up!
Mikey let out a strangled gasp, his body sitting upright, drenched in cold sweat. Or was it warm? His ears were ringing. Why can’t he feel his fingers or toes? Oh right, Draken… That awful nightmare where the worst came to fruition. But Draken is still with us, so why… Why is his chest so tight? Is there something blocking his airway? He can’t swallow for the life of him. Just make it stop!...
A moment of silence fell as his brain stopped spinning around. Why is he thinking about that of all things? Draken is probably snoring like a caveman at the long hours of 3:21 am… Maybe he should call and check just in case.
Over at Draken’s room, he felt his phone buzzing, causing him to stir up. Looking at the caller ID that read ‘Mikey’
“Tch, this better be good” with a tired grumble, he answered the call. “What is it”?
“I had a nightmare where you were gone and woke up having a panic attack so I thought I’d call to hear your voice”.
The sudden word vomit caused an eerie silence. If Draken wasn’t awake before, he definitely was now. His brain trying to catch up to process what the fuck was that. Before he could even say anything, Mikey beat him to it, “Anyways bye!”.
Anxious jitters making him hang up, just like that…
“Did this brat really just…” Draken’s face darkened as he practically growled in anger.
“If this prick thinks he can pull a stunt like that on me, he’s got another thing coming” he quickly grabbed a jacket and his keys, zooming over to Mikey’s place.
Once he got there, Draken banged on the door with zero hesitation. “Open up, I know you’re awake”.
It didn’t take long for the door to open, although Mikey didn’t dare look at him.
“What’s up?” He tried seeming nonchalant, which only made Draken scowl.
“Look at me, you asshole”
When he got no response, he took it upon himself to spin Toman's leader around. Shock falling upon Draken’s face when he saw the tears streaming down Mikey’s cheeks.
“Mikey… you’re crying” any anger he had started to disappear, replaced with pure concern.
“Huh?” the short male reached out, feeling the teary streak down his face “Oh, I guess I am”.
“The fuck you guess?! Talk to me, or I’ll beat you up”
That caused Mikey to let out a dry chuckle, but seeing how serious Draken was, he let out a sigh.
“It was just a silly dream, don’t get your boxers in a twist now”
Oh that really was the last straw. Draken picked him up by the collar, his eyes alone showed how upset he was.
“You don’t just call someone in the middle of the night, having a fucking panic attack, and then brush it off as nothing! The hell is wrong with you, Manjiro?!”
Mikey flinched at the rare use of his first name, his own frustration starting to seep out.
“What do you want me to say? That I’m so fucking afraid of losing my best friend for good? That I’ve been crying myself to sleep every night ever since that incident, dreaming of the worst to come? Is that what you want? For me to say that I can barely face you without my stomach twisting into a knot?! That as Toman’s leader I had to act fine for the sake of everyone else?!” hot tears streamed down Mikey’s cheeks, his words leaving Draken speechless. Had he really been suffering in silence this whole time..?
“Mikey… I had no idea” he loosened his grip, putting the leader back down.
“Well now you do” Mikey replied dryly, wiping off any stray tears.
Suddenly, he felt a pair of strong arms pull him into Draken’s chest.
“Huh…?” Mikey stood dumbfounded. Usually their form of affection was beating the snot out of each other and arguing over the dumbest stuff. A hug of all things felt foreign yet nice…
“I’m so sorry…”
That’s when the dam broke, all those pent up sobs finally came pouring out. Mikey buried his face into Draken’s chest, as the latter rubbed his back soothingly, whispering soft words of reassurance.
“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere. You’re safe now”
Seeing his best friend so broken made his heart ache. Despite not having much experience with calming others, it seemed that his words and touches were working as Mikey’s breath became regulated.
“I think I’m better now…” he muttered out softly, feeling embarrassed over that whole display of emotion and affection. Hopefully Draken would leave now and they could forget about this—
“Bullshit” Draken spoke sharply, making Mikey snap his head at him.
“That part may be over, but now it’s time to make you less mopey and show you that you couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried”
A slight smile tugged at Mikey’s lips before trying to hide it away.
“I saw that little smile” Draken smirked at him. “I’m not leaving ‘till I see a full-blown one though” Uh oh, there was an evil twinkle in his eyes.
Not long after, Draken picked up Mikey with ease. Launching him onto his bed. The latter tried escaping, turning on his belly and crawling away, but it was futile as Draken straddled his waist.
“Wahait, Kenny…!” The shorter male whined of all things, feeling strong fingers trace along his back.
“Pff, did you just whine? You’re so adorable pathetic sometimes” the vice captain mused out loud, watching as Mikey’s ears turned a nice crimson red. “Look, you aren’t even trying to fight back~” he cooed into the flushed ear, earning a squeak. Draken snickered at his best friend’s antics, his fingers starting to travel towards the back of Mikey’s ribs.
This earned all kinds of snorts of laughter “Nahahat thehehere! It’s so bahahad!” Mikey could barely get a word out without dissolving into a fit of giggles. It was always so precious seeing his usual tough friend look so soft and vulnerable. As much as Mikey would try to hide it, Draken loved that side of him.
“Oh yehehes there!” the vice captain said mockingly, pressing between the bones, pinching at them, watching Mikey’s shoulders shake with glee.
“Kehehenny, stahahap— EEE WAHAHAIT!!!” Mikey went ballistic as Draken suddenly went for the kill, his hands latching onto Mikey’s waist. Thumbs drilling against the hip bone and squeezing the area with vigor.
“Wait? Wait for what? Tickling waits for no man!” He laughed along with him, tormenting the sensitive hips.
“BWAHAHAHA! OKAHAHAY! STAHAHAHAP!” Mikey flailed around like a car dealer balloon. Limbs going anywhere and everywhere with zero sense of direction. His mind clouded, only thinking of the overwhelming ticklish feel.
“Hmm… I dunno… Lemme check” with that, Draken flipped him over, getting better access to his face. It was bright red, eyes pricked with happy tears, and most importantly, Mikey’s classic child-like smile. “Should I? You seem to be having a lot of fun~” he teased, trailing his fingers along Mikey’s tummy now.
Toman’s leader gave off an exasperated look. He couldn’t fight off that giddy smile even if he wanted to, maybe this wasn’t so bad.
“Fine, maybe a bit longer” he spoke sheepishly. And just like that, happy giggles and squeals filled up the once dull room. Hopefully the rest of the Sano household doesn’t get woken up…
Later on, when Mikey’s mind would wander back to that terrible thought, he’d always have a hand by his side to reassure him.
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I’ve been thinking way too much about Peepaw Leo and Casey, so I decided to write a drabble where future Leo also got sent back in time with Casey, but the Leo’s are homies because it’s been a while since everything went down :)
This is a fluff bomb and I’m not sorry ;)
Oh also, Leo = present day Leo, Leon = future Leo :)))
Disclaimer: This is a tickle fic so if you’re not into that please just scroll! :)
(As always, everything is 100% platonic and just meant to be family fluff!!!)
Warnings: None I believe lol
Word Count: 1,837
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That Brought Me Back
Casey had been sitting quietly in his room, reading a Jupiter Jim comic book that Leo had lent him earlier that day.
He had gotten so wrapped up in the storyline that nothing had pulled his attention away from it for a good half an hour, except for the sudden shriek that echoed throughout the tunnels of the sewers.
Casey jolted upright, grabbing his hockey stick and venturing out into the lair to find the source of the shriek, which was now sounding more like… laughter?
He continued forwards warily, keeping his hockey stick out in front of him until the laughter got louder and louder.
“LEHEO! STOHOP!”
Mikey?
Casey stepped foot into the main area of the lair that was dubbed ‘the hang-out spot’.
The scene that Casey witnessed before him wasn’t what he was expecting to see today, but now that he thought about it, he wasn’t really surprised.
Leo was sitting on top of Mikey’s shell, digging mercilessly into his youngest brother’s underarms as Mikey kicked his legs underneath him.
“LEHEO!” Mikey cried as Leo noticed the presence of another person in the room.
“Alright, alright,” Leo grinned, stepping off of Mikey and letting him recover.
“What’s up, Case?” Leo held out a hand for Mikey to take, pulling Mikey to his feet.
“Oh, I heard Mikey shriek and I just wanted to see what the fuss was about.” Casey chuckled, setting down his hockey stick against the wall.
“Oh yeah, he’s fine! Just sensitive-” Leo teased.
“Hey!”
Leo giggled and turned back to face Casey.
“What about you, huh? You ticklish?” Leo grinned mischievously.
Casey managed to hide his reaction, fully aware that no matter what he answered, Leo was going to test it out on him anyways.
“I don’t think so,” Casey shrugged, leaving Leo and Mikey both looking perplexed.
“You don’t think so?” Leo questioned, folding his arms over his plastron in disbelief.
“How could you not know?” Mikey scoffed, a little bit of his Dr. Delicate Touch side seeping through.
“I mean, I literally lived in an apocalypse, I guess I just never got tickled much.”
“Fair point.” Leo admitted.
“You know what we gotta do, man.” Mikey deadpanned before looking at Leo and smirking.
“Yep,” Casey didn’t even put up a fight and laid on the floor awkwardly in-between Leo and Mikey.
Leo and Mikey knelt down and gave him confused looks.
“Casey, my man, I will find a way to break you.” Leo tried to break the tension in the air.
“Okay.” Casey responded nonchalantly.
Mikey stared at him in awe at how he wasn’t getting all riled up at this point.
Even Donnie was more reactive than this.
Leo hovered his hands over Casey’s torso. Still no reaction.
“Are you gonna do it?” Casey questioned, a slight tone of annoyance in his voice.
He just wanted to get this over with.
“Okay, mister, well when you put it that way!” Leo shot back equally as annoyed.
His favorite part was the build-up where his brothers would start to giggle with anticipation before he even started, but clearly that wasn’t happening here.
Leo poked Casey in the stomach, yet the boy only laid there like nothing had even happened.
If anything he just looked bored.
“Lift up your arms.” Mikey demanded, his face scrunching with determination to get Casey to laugh.
“Whatever you want, Mikey,” Casey folded his arms behind his head as if he were relaxing, closing his eyes to add to the building disappointment of both of the turtles.
Mikey scratched away at Casey’s underarms, but still, nothing.
“Not even a smile?” Leo groaned as he attempted to squeeze Casey’s sides.
This kid wasn’t giving them anything whatsoever.
“Can I sit up now?” Casey asked, a smug look faintly painted on his face.
“Yeah, sure, whatever, dude.” Leo sat back and rolled his eyes. He wasn’t actually annoyed, just disappointed he didn’t have another person to torment whenever he felt like it.
Casey sat up in-between the turtles, both of them sitting there in silence as Casey propped himself up.
“Wow, you guys are in a bad mood.” Casey joked, looking over at Leo and studying his face. He was similar enough to Master Leonardo that could tell he was only being dramatic.
“Leo?” Casey poked the red-eared slider in the side, eliciting a small squeal from said turtle.
Casey’s eyes lit up at the sound and he looked over to Mikey, who couldn’t keep up the ‘upset’ front any longer and flashed a smile across his face.
Leo huffed and turned so that he wasn’t facing them.
Mikey rolled his eyes and gave Casey a look, quickly darting his eyes to Leo and back to Casey. He knew what Leo wanted.
Mikey quietly shifted himself, preparing himself to launch at his older brother as he gave Casey a look saying: ‘Watch this.’
“Cowabunga!” Mikey shouted and shot himself at Leo, tackling him over and getting right to the point.
“Mihikey! Dohohon’t!” Leo’s giggles immediately filled the once empty silence in the air.
Casey scooted over to the action, jumping in to help Mikey get revenge on Leo from earlier.
“CAHASEY!” Leo’s laughter became louder when Casey scratched his fingers along the side of his shell.
“What are you guys doing in here?” The older slider’s voice cut through his younger counterpart’s laughter.
Casey stopped torturing Leo abruptly, butterflies growing in his stomach as soon as he heard his sensei’s voice.
He might have been able to put on an act for the younger mutant turtles, but his sensei was a different case.
“We’re just having fun!” Mikey carried on with his ticklish onslaught on Leo, sending Leo into a fit of giggly laughter again.
Leon couldn’t help but smile at the scene in front of him.
He missed these moments with his brothers.
“MIHIKE! GEHET OFF!” Leo rolled over and threw Mikey off in the process.
“What? You scared of being embarrassed in front of Leon?” Mikey teased. Leo only stuck his tongue out at him buried his face in his arms.
“Oh that ship sailed a while ago.” Leon chuckled, “But I’ve also seen my fair share of little Junior here being embarrassed too.” He added, making Casey’s cheeks flush to a light pink.
“Casey told us he’s not ticklish.” Mikey rested his elbow on Leo’s back and propped up his head, “We even tried to get him but he didn’t even smile.” Mikey looked defeated.
Casey had turned to face the other way to avoid the turtles from pointing out his blushing.
Leon’s brows furrowed with confusion, Casey had always been a pretty sensitive kid…
The realization hit him almost instantly.
“Oh, he didn’t now, did he?” A devilish smile grew on Leon’s face as he turned to make eye-contact with his surrogate son.
Casey’s face had turned a shade of beet red as he began slowly inching away from the three turtles.
“Where are you going?” Leon smirked at Casey, lunging for him and grabbing his arm so that he couldn’t escape.
The teen couldn’t help the giggles bubbling up in his throat, desperately prying at his sensei’s hand in an attempt to get away.
Leon pulled Casey into his lap sideways, his hair a mess all over his face as he pleaded with Leon and pushed his hand away from him.
The one advantage Casey had was that Leon currently only had one arm, but he was still a hell of a lot weaker than the full grown mutant turtle man.
“You’re really not doing a good job of selling yourself to them here, Case.” Leo grinned down at Casey already going crazy in his lap.
Leon pulled his arm back and wiggled his fingers down at Casey, sending the boy into a fit of laughter as he once again attempted to block Leon’s hand.
“I haven’t even touched you yet!” Leon was amused with himself, finally slipping past Casey’s hands and drilling his fingertips gently into Casey’s stomach.
Casey’s laughter rang out and bounced off of the walls, all of them unable to help the smiles they wore at the sound Leon was eliciting from the usually quiet teen.
Leon skittered his hand around Casey’s torso, hitting a sweet spot on his ribs that sent him squealing.
Leo and Mikey felt betrayed by this.
“Dude! How did he do that earlier?” Leo was thoroughly impressed with Casey’s little performance he had put on only minutes before.
“It’s all in your head!” Leon responded as he continued digging his fingers into the crook of Casey’s neck, a stream of nasally giggles leaving Casey’s mouth, “It’s a tactic I taught him when he was younger, but we used tickling as a way to build up those skills.”
“That’s neat!” Mikey chimed in.
“So, what I’m hearing right now is that he wanted you to tickle him?” Leo questioned, sitting up straight, “Because his walls broke down the moment you brought it up.”
Leon looked from his younger self back to Casey squirming around in his lap, the pure childishness of it warming Leo’s heart.
This is what Casey should have always looked like.
Happy, not worried about an apocalyptic invasion, carefree, the list went on for miles.
“Maybe,” Leon shrugged, “I can’t say I blame him though.” He winked at the younger slider, bringing a small blush to the teen’s face.
He kept forgetting Leon knew all of his thoughts.
Leon chuckled and pulled his hand away from Casey, letting him breathe and calm down.
“Thahat was soho mean!” Casey whined, now pouting in Leon’s lap.
“Oh, that brought me back!” Leon scooped up Casey into a crushing hug, “You used to be so little, oh, and you were just the cutest thing!” Leon shook him around in his arms.
“Sensei!” Casey’s giggles were full of embarrassment as he pulled himself away from Leon’s hug, falling backwards and landing on his palms.
“I speak no lies!” Leon shrugged, laughing when Casey’s cheeks went pink again.
“Yeah, yeah, enough with the sappy stuff, grandpa-”
“Hey-”
Leo threw an arm around a very flustered Casey’s shoulders and pulled him backwards, “I told you I would find a way to break you! I just never said it would be this version of me!”
Casey rolled his eyes at Leo’s logic.
It still weirded him out how similar the two Leo’s acted, even though he knew they were the same person.
“Wait,” the wheels in Casey’s brain began to turn, “If he’s also you, wouldn’t that mean he has the same sensitive spots as you?” He looked up at Mikey, who immediately picked up what he was putting down.
Leo sat in silence before a grin took over his face.
“I like where your head is at, Case.” Leo craned his neck upwards to look at Leon, Casey following his movement.
Leon perked his head up to see three very mischievous looking teenagers staring him down.
“Okay, Peepaw,” Leo released Casey and cracked his knuckles for dramatic effect.
“Your turn.”
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Part 2
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1/2 drawings done, Mikey down, just Donnie to go ehe
I do admit I went a little overboard but this was a really cute one to draw!
#sfw tickle community#squigg drawings#sfw tickles#rottmnt tickle#ticklish!mikey#lee!mikey#ler!leo#I caved and gave Mikey freckles 😔😔#also ignore how messy the bg is I did it in like 2 layers
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Lab Lessons
This drabble features the rottmnt PB & J duo! (Mikey and Donnie) THIS IS ALL PLATONIC, THEY'RE BROTHERS, DON'T BE A WEIRDO
Word Count: 1,015
Warnings: None
This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)
“Are you sure I can’t help-”
“No.”
“But there’s-”
“No.”
“It could use some paint-”
“No.”
“Maybe I-”
“Mikey.” Donnie swiped the piece of technology his little brother had tried to pick up for the fourth time and stared the box turtle down with a sharp glare. “I said no.”
Mikey waited until Donnie put the machinery back down before trying to pick it back up.
“Michelangelo Hamato, I swear to Pizza Supreme if you touch that tech one more time, I will make sure the consequences will be severe.”
Mikey’s hand froze mere inches from the technology and lifted his eyes to Donnie who was carefully wiring something with utmost precision, yet it was like he had eyes in the back of his head to watch Mikey. The orange masked turtle stayed still for a moment longer, weighing the pros and cons of possibly annoying Donnie further until his need for attention and chaos won him over. He picked the tech back up and looked it over carefully, trying to find the best spot for some spray paint to liven it up.
“Okay then.”
In a flash, a pair of metal arms sprung out of Donnie’s battle shell and snatched Mikey’s wrists up, a loud yelp bursting out of the box turtle. The piece of tech was launched into the air with how bad Mikey startled, only to be gracefully caught by the purple masked turtle. He placed it back on the counter and turned to face his brother, his thick eyebrows scrunched low and lips in a scowl.
Mikey grinned nervously, taking a step back but his wrists stayed firmly within Donnie’s metal hands. “Don- Donnie, hi, hello, we’re friends yeah? You love me.”
“The jury's out on that one.”
“Wha- hey. That’s rude,” Mikey pouted, going to put his hands on his hips like a disappointed mother only to be stopped by the metal grippers keeping him in place.
Donnie set down his soldering iron and crossed his arms. “I warned you, Angelo.”
Mikey gave a crooked grin and meekly shrugged. “How was I meant to know you weren’t kidding?”
“Scoff. While I am the funniest, I wouldn’t joke about my tech, Michael, you should know that.” As he spoke, Donnie moved closer to the box turtle who was starting to cower in on himself at the dangerous flash in his older brother’s eyes.
“Okay- okay hang on wait- Don-” he spluttered, dreading the possible punishment the soft shell could come up with to make him learn his lesson. Making his tech fire lasers at him at random times to keep him constantly on edge? Making another Impact Jumpsuit that would keep him trapped in a round, bubble cage for as long as Donnie wanted? Giving him a rough noogie until he yelped for mercy-?
The metal claws holding his wrists suddenly arched upwards, carrying his hands with them until Mikey’s arms were over his head. Suddenly feeling a hell of a lot more exposed, Mikey’s head shrunk into his shell until just his eyes were peaking out, looking up at Donnie with a nervous and giddy gleam.
“Donnie..?” He tried using puppy dog eyes on his big brother but the taller turtle merely sighed.
“Maybe this will teach you not to mess with things in my lab, Mikey.”
With a skill only a vengeful older brother could possess, Donnie had pressed his fingers into the top holes of Mikey’s shell to scratch at the soft, sensitive skin with merciless intent. Mikey let out a scream that could raise the dead, legs immediately trying to fall out from underneath him, only creating a bigger problem. By stretching himself out further with Donnie’s metal arms keeping him upright, the ticking felt so much worse.
“DOHOHOhohohoniehehehehe! Stohohop- stohohop ihihihit!” Mikey practically squealed, trying to find purchase on the cold ground for some kind of leverage but the tickling was sapping his strength quickly and leaving him a giggly, squirming mess.
“Did you not hear me before, Michael?” Donnie raised a thick eyebrow, his flat voice carrying no hint of the internal enjoyment he was experiencing at making his baby brother laugh so wildly. “This is how I am going to teach you a lesson, which means you must endure this punishment until you have learnt. It is a simple concept to wrap your brain around.”
“Ihihit tIHIHICkles, Dohohohon!”
“Oh really? It does? Who would’ve thought? Certainly not I, the person who is tickling you …He says without a hint of sarcasm,” Donnie snarked light-heartedly, scribbling into the sensitive underarms of his brother and sneaking a few fingers around Mikey’s neck.
With a shrill yelp, Mikey’s head burst from his shell, trying to wriggle away from the fingers worming along his skin and eliciting bubbly, childish giggles. “Nohohot thahahe neheheck! Dohohonihihie thahahat’s sohoho mehehean!”
“You know what else could be considered ‘mean’, young Angelo?” Donnie hummed, dropping his hands to scratch quickly along the sides of Mikey’s shell and having to hide a grin when Mikey stomped his foot amongst his gasps of laughter. “...Messing with your dear old big brother’s projects when he politely asks you not to.”
“Yohohou dihid nohohot ask politehely!”
“Whatever do you mean? I am the most polite brother you have.”
“Yohohou lohooked lihike yohou wehere gohoing toho bihite mehehe!”
“Politely. I was going to bite you, politely.”
Donnie’s emotionless, flat voice for some reason made it funnier, making Mikey laugh even harder and just about keel over. The sight made a slight quirk lift the purple turtle’s upper lip. “Oh, would you look at that. I really am the funniest turtle in this sewer.”
“Yohohou’re nohohot!”
“Is that so? Then why are you squealing with laughter?” As he spoke, Donnie’s fingers shifted to scribble and spider unguessable patterns all over the front of Mikey’s shell, a shrill squeal wrenching from the box turtle immediately. “See? I’m hilarious.”
“Yohohou’re ahaha teheherrible brohohother!”
“Gasp. How dare you, Michangelo. Take that back immediately and apologise for your crimes within my lab.”
“Nehehever!”
“Then face the wrath of my spider hands!”
“NohoHOHOHO! DOHOHONNIE!”
#my fanfic#tmnt tickle#rottmnt tickle#fanfic#lee!mikey#ler!donnie#rottmnt#this duo owns my heart and my brain
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Okay! Because it is the special 400! We are starting my surprise series me and @dallyhall came up with based on the episode "Down With the Sickness"
So pretty much the premise is: you know the captain cuddle cakes or stage 3? We changed that up! Stage 3 becomes the ler stage! When they get sick and enter stage three everything ler wise is amplified (They all fear Mikey)
This is the Stage 3 Series!!! I'm so excited to write this!
We're starting off with Leo! I hope you enjoy!
The people in this: Ler!Leo, Lee!Donnie, Lee!Mikey, Lee!Raph
Tw: some intense tickles sort of! And a Mention of being panicked, That's about it other than that it's adorable!
Thank you all for 400! This is for you guys! I love you all so much! :] /p /gen /pos
-K :]
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Stage Three: Leo!
"ACHOO!" Time seemed to stop right then and there. All three turtles slowly turned to look at their brother in blue.
"Leooo? You okay buddyy?" Raph asked him calmly. Being sick wasn't new to them, and none of them, minus Donnie, were worried about catching anything, but things have changed. Recently, because they have grown, the stage three of being sick for all of the turtles has changed from captain cuddle cakes to the ultimate tickle monster.
Everything was enhanced, it was like having a ler mood times 3000. That's why everyone was shaking in their metaphorical boots right now. It has been too long since one of them got sick, they could not afford this right now.
"Guys, I'm fineee! Don't worry! It's allergy season!" Leo dismissed their worries but the more time went on the more he started to not feel right, did he eat another poison puff?, no no, hmm, uh oh-
"Is it hot in here?"
Their eyes widened as they all looked at him again,
"Stage One!" They shouted in unison, really starting to panic now. Leo sighed and looked at them, trying to calm everyone down.
"Guys really I'm f-fi- achoo!" He sniffed "I'm fine!"
"Quarantine him!"
"No! Guys! Raph! Put me down!" Leo complained before they gently threw him in a room putting up the special sick divider they have for occasions like this.
"This is stupid I'm not sick"
"He's in denial" Donnie said in his normal monotoned voice
"He's moving to stage two!" Mikey said dramatically as he slid down the length of Donnies arm onto the floor.
"Relax! He's in there, when he gets to stage three we'll be safe!" Raph said confidently as Donnie gently and soothingly rubbed the top of Mikeys head.
The three of them went to do their own thing. Mikey cautiously came back with soup which Leo thanked him for, things seemed to be normal. Either he wasn't in stage three yet or stage three went back to captain cuddle cakes but that's impossible...right?
Mikey rushed to get the others "guys! Leo seems normal, were we wrong about him being sick? Has stage three changed back? I don't know what's going on!" Mikey babbled before Donnie shook his head 'no'
"No no, he's definitely sick, maybe he's playing mind games, to try and lure you in for stage 3"
Mikey whimpered in fear before giggling a little in anticipation.
"Shhh Mikey! We can't wake up stage three!" Donnie whisper yelled as the three of them peaked around the corner to check on him.
Eyes widened as they saw that they were staring at nothing.
"Uhhh guys...he's gone" Raph spoke as he looked down "Mikey?!"
"HE'S GOT MIKEY!" They shouted together as they looked around
"He was right here! Great Galileo! we are doomed!" Raph placed his hands on his younger brothers shoulders
"Breathe Donnie, We have the advantage, prepare yourself and let him have Mikey! You know he's the most ticklish anyway! Maybe he'll only go for him"
"You're right! I wish you the best of luck, big brother" he wiped a fake tear as Raph nodded
"It's been an honor, little brother!" Raph saluted him as they went their sepreate ways.
Mikey, on the other hand, had been taken away and put in his room "m-my room? But why?" He was so confused, this was so different than other stage threes before.
He heard a distant giggling, and then a million different portals illuminated the room covering almost every inch of the space but the floor. Mikeys eyes widened as he turned and tried to follow the giggling but it sounded like it was coming from every direction.
"Leoooo" Mikey whined cautiously, aware of the giggles that threatened to spill out from Mikeys lips as they bubbled up in his chest. He felt a poke to his side but when he turned there wasn’t a hand in sight.
Another poke
And another
"Leheheo! Quit poking mehe" Mikey quickly covered his mouth. The youngest knew he was doomed as the low chuckle that once echoed all over the room made itself present again.
Mikey spun around and was now face to face with the man himself "Boo!" Leo said as he pulled Mikey into a portal that took them to the soundproof garage,
"Now I can get those precious giggles of yours all to myself~" Leo smirked as he held Mikeys hands up above his head with one hand.
Mikey couldn't contain the giggles, Stage Three: The tickle monster stage.
"Leheheo plehease!"
"I haven't even touched you yet giggles~" he wiggled his fingers teasingly at him, Leo's classic smirk grew tenfold as he scanned his little brother for the first spot he would go to
"I'm saving those precious knees for last, for right now~ these ticklish sides of yours are calling my name!" He thought out loud before gently squeezing and scribbling alll over Mikeys sides, letting go of pinning him down so he can use both hands.
Mikey squeaked before he lightly tried to push at Leo's hands. "LEHeheHeO! NOhoHoHo!" He giggled like a little kid, which made Leo smile.
"You're too adorable little brother! I knew picking you first was the right choice, Once I heard those giggles it was quite an easy decision~" he booped his nose as Mikeys face dusted a light pink.
"IHihit's a blehehessing and a cursEE HEHE LEHeHeO!" He squealed before the tickle monster in him decided it was time for his littlest brothers stomach to get some raspberries
Mikey lightly pushed at his head as he tried to get away "IHhIT TIhHicKles!"
Leo giggled "I would hope so, hmmm I'm not satisfied yet, let's say we move down, does that sound good gigglebug?~"
Mikeys eyes widened and he chirped as Leo dragged his fingers down his thighs to his knees gently tapping the tops of them
"LEHEHEEO! DohoHon't! Thahat's my tihihickle spot!" He giggled with anticipation and spoke so innocently as if he hadn't been tickled many many times before by his big brothers, especially Leo!
"Oh? Right heree you say?~" Leo giggled as he gently squeezed his knee caps and listened to Mikey snort.
"LEHEO!"
"Tickletickletickletickle!~"
Leo scribbled all over his knees from the tops of them to underneath them leaving no spot untickled.
"NOHOHOHO!"
"Yehehes~" Leo giggled along with him as he gently flipped his youngest brother over and blew raspberries behind his knees.
Mikey chirped and snorted again "LEHEHEO PLEAHAHAHASE IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES!"
"Oh does this tickle too?~" he asked with a smirk as he gently nibbled behind his knees
"EEE! YEHEHES-" He snorted again as his fists gently hit the floor "ALOHOHOT!"
"We're almost done cutie pie" he teased him like any big brother would as he gently dragged his teeth from the back of his knees to the back of his thighs.
Mikeys laugh went silent before he snorted and let out his genuine laughter "LEHEHE LEHEHE!"
Leo giggled and stopped as he rubbed away the ghost tickles before gently rubbing Mikeys head "Time to find the others, adios Hermano~" he winked portaling Mikey back to his room and them himself to the living room to start looking for the others.
Leo giggled as he wandered the house, "Raphieeeee come out come out wherever you areee~"
Raphs eyes widened as he covered his mouth. He didn't even hear Mikey get caught how is this possible?! He was hiding behind the biggest arcade machine they have. The sound of the machines rattled with Leo's teasy voice getting closer and closer with every passing second. He had no time to think about it, this was game time if he's caught it's over.
"Raphieeee I'm gonna getchaa!~" He smirked as he popped his head into the arcade "now this looks like the kind of place my big brother would be~"
Raph put another hand to his mouth trying to hold back any threatening giggles that lingered in his throat.
Leo tapped every machine until he got to the one Raph was hiding behind. With a smirk he teased "Oh where could he be!" He giggled a little, peeking his head over the side of it. "I found you my little Raphadoodlee~"
Raph squeaked as he tried to get away before Leo gently pounced onto him wasting no time scribbling all over his spikes
"Leo! Wait!- NOHOHO HAHA!-" Raph snorted mid-sentence as Leo's smirk grew and he continued "Dawww what's the matter? Is Raphiee Ticklwishh?~" He spoke in his baby voice as he switched between Raphs ribs and his spikes
"LEHeheOOHO! KNohoHocK IHit OHoFf!" He tried to squirm without hurting him but his face started to get redder than his bandana
"Look at your face!" Leo giggled before blowing raspberries to his spikes "Does it tickleeeee?~"
"LEHEHEEO!"
"Coochie Coochie Coo wittle Laughy Raphhiee~" He smirked, watching his older brother crumble gently to the floor in order to try and hide his face
"LEHEHEHEHEO PLEHEHEASE!"
"Okahay okahay!" Leo gently rubbed away the ghost tickles before walking out of the arcade. "Be good for me now giggles i've got a scientist to find~"
"Oh DONNIEEEE~" he wandered out of the arcade towards Donnies room/lab.
The purple clad turtles eyes were already wide upon hearing Raphs laughter from his lab, he thought for sure Leo would have been done after both of them but-
"Oh my banana pancakes I am doomed" he spoke quietly before his lab doors were busted open
"Deee Deee~ my favorite twinnn come give your brother some giggles~" Donnie squeaked as Leo was already tackling him gently down to the floor faster than he could blink! Mikey had the strength but Leo for sure had the speed.
"LEO!"
Leo smirked and scribbled all over the top of his thighs "Tickle Tickle tickleee~ wittle DonLEE~"
"LEHeheO! COhohoMe OHohon! NOhot Fahair! LehEhet MeHe GohoHo!" Donnies pleads went in one ear and out the other as Leo gently flipped him over and lightly pinched all over the back of his thighs
"Tickletickletickletickle! You know you have the most precious laugh in the whole world Dee Dee~ I could listen to it for hourss!" Leo smiled as he blew raspberries all over the back of his thighs.
"NohOHOHO! NOHOT TRUHUE! LEHeheO sTAhaP IhIHIT!-" He snorted after his sentence making Leo giggle some more before gently bitting all over the back of his thighs
"LEHEHEEO!"
"We're almost done gigglebug~" he gently dragged his teeth down from the top of the back of his thighs to his knees
"LEHEHE LEHEHE!" Donnies face turned crimson as he stimmed happily
"Okahay okay" Leo giggled gently rubbing away his ghost tickles before getting off of him.
"ACHOO!-" Leo sneezed again before he gently fell asleep. Donnie took him back to quarantine before gathering the others.
"It's official stage three is over!" Donnie spoke with great pleasure as he looked at them all, red faced and some still giggling.
"I haven't laughed like that in so long" Mikey said as they all agreed,
"Let's try and keep our distance until it clears and hope none of us gets sick" Raph spoke as they nodded
"Right!"
A few moments later
"ACHOO!-" uh ohhhh...
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I hope you all enjoyed this special! I can't wait to write the rest of this series but I'm gonna have everyone vote for who's next!
Also credits to @aninabanina6969 for the Laughy Raphie nickname! That was all her, not me! Credit where credit is due!
Thank you all for 400! You all mean so much to me and I'm so happy for this incredible community, for all of you, for the wonderful people I've met here and more! You are loved, you are appreciated, you are important and valid and I'm so proud of you! Never forget that!
Have an amazing day everyone <3
-K :]
#k writes tk things#rottmnt tickle#rottmnt tickle fic#ler!leo#ler!leonardo#lee!mikey#lee!michaelangelo#lee!raph#lee!raphael#lee!donnie#lee!donatello#k's first series!!#the stage three series!
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lee mikey: Mikey is decorating Christmas cookies and he's doing it somewhat differently when someone (you can pick who) says something rude and hurts Mikeys feelings. The other over hear it and are NOT letting their baby brother be sad.
Day 24. The Giggly cookie
Summary: Mikey has a small cookie-sell out, but when someone comments on his cookies he gets sad... next thing he knows he is getting cheered up by his brothers.
A/n: SO this is the last day of this christmas series, ofcourse I'm still open to request but it won't be a Daily comic, cause of 2 things, 1 i have a busy life, 2 MOST of these were rushed and for them to not be rushed i need time for that, so yh, I'm still open to request, just they won't get here easily. Merry Christmas and HAPPY new year! T-CESTERS AND PRO-SHIPPERS NOT ALLOWED. Enjoy!!
Lee: Mikey
Ler: Leo, Donnie and Raph.
Extra: the purple dragons.
Warrnings: Making someone sad, mentions of nuking, Tickling. Comfort.
Mikey had a sell out with his Christmas cooking! He thought some sweets would be perfect for the christmas-spirit! He was selling soo many Christmas treats as the snowflakes fell on the cookie boxes he hand made. Suddenly he saw 3 teenagers in purple satin jackets walk his way. He was suspicious, okay he didn't know these 3 people but...those jackets seemed familiar... The 3 teenagers made their way to the cookie stand as Mikey said.
🧡:Hello! How can i help you?-
💜Ke: OH I have an idea how you can help us... by running away with these horrible cookies of yours- I mean- who whould buy...these cookies?
Mikeys smile slowley faded away, a bit of iritation and hurt showing in his eyes as his smile turned to a frown. Kendras words did hit a bit...
🧡:Wha-
💜Je: Yeah like dude what are these supposed to be?? Who are you waiting for?? A dog??? A rat??? Those look like traps that even the dumbest animal won't fall for!!
Jeremy snickered eith Kendra giving each other a high five as Jason added.
💜Ja: those don't even look good dude. You should get a beter skill.
Kendra and Jeremy stopped laughing glaring at Jason.
💜Ke: oh shut up Jason. That wasn't either funny or creative. *groan* come on guys. Let's go. We don't have time for some plain papper sweets.
The Purple dragons walked away laughing leaving the turtle hurt, he whanted to yell at them, he whanted to prove to them he's actually good, but for some reason he thought...were they right?
Mikey gathered all his cookies and stand and quickly went back into the lair. Trying to swallow his tears.
When he came back he sat in the kitchen, now in a bad mood, laying his head onto his arms as his eyes glossed up with a small pout on his face. Meanwhile his older brothers came back with the pizza, Leo and Donnie were arguing about something meanwhile Raph just listened with an annoyed face, when they saw Mikey they all went greet their brother.
💙:Hi Bud! Wassup?
🧡:Nothing...
When they all hear Mikeys voice their joy faded replacing with worry and concern.
❤️:Hey Mikey uh how did the sell out go!-
Before he could finish Mikey interrupted with a groan as he hid his face in his arms showing all of them that something did indeed happend.
Mikey then explained what hapoend making the 3 older turtles mad before trying and comforting their brother.
💜:Ah brother, don't litsen to those idiots that call themselves geniuses, they are just stuck up brats.
💙:Yea! Mikey, your baking and decorating is *chef kiss* those idiots should go suck a drain.
🧡:Maybe...but what if it's true...?
Raph was rubbing the younger shoulder slowley getting an idea as he slowley started tickling his sides while Leo and Donnie tried comforting Mikey, when Mikey felt the tickles he hid his face into the table making Donnie and Leo think he's crying before they heard.
🧡:RhahahaphHh SthOHOpp-
The faint and muffled giggles of the youngest turtle giving the other ideas. Leo started slowley tickling Mikeys armpits meanwhile Donnie started tickling Mikeys neck and shell.
Mikey bursted into giggles and laughter as he tried to kick them off but with no amount of effort he put in, he coudnt. Slowley the tickling increased making the boy laugh hysterically before the others let him breathe and stopped. Smiling at their youngest brother before Leo mumbled to Donnie.
💙:You nuked the purple idiots base right?
💜:Yup.
Before they started tickling Mikey agian to make sure he is infact in a great mood.
#rottmnt tickle#rottmnt#tickle fic#fluff#requests?#rottmnt fluff#christmas tickle#christmas tickle series#christmas#ler!donnie#ler!donatello#ler!raph#ler!raphael#ler!leo#ler!leonardo#lee!michaelangelo#lee!mikey
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Day 6
lee!Michaelangelo ler!Raphael (2003)
"Why ya running lil bro, I'm just coming for a big hug" Raph said in a menacing tone.
"I'm not that stupid bro, I know exactly your intention" said Mikey.
" Oh come on, is it so out of charatet for me to wanna give my brother some love" said Raphael.
Mikey didnt respond and made it to Leonardo's door."LEO! HELP MEE!" begged the orange clad turtle.
Ever so unsubtly, Mikey heard Leo's door lock.
"NOOOO" Mikey yelled
Donnie, Splinter, April and Casey were off doing errands so he was stuck alone with Raph. It's as if the universe was saying to him...
"You're screwed, are you ready to give up?" said Raph currently catching up to him.
Mikey screamed and tried to run but was tackled by Raph.
"Ready bro?" asked Raph.
"Nohoho" giggled Mikey.
Raph dug his fingers into Mikey's armpits.
"*snort* rahahahhaph" Mikey threw his head back and thrashed beneath Raph.
"That's my name, don't wear it out" responded Raph.
Raph movrd his hands to Mikey' ribs and vibrated his hand in he which received more giggles.
"Whahahay, juhust whahahy" asked Mikey through his laughter.
"Because I wanna" responded Raph who immediatly after blew a raspberry on Michael's plastron where his stomach would which prompted shrieks and high pitched laughing.
Mikey was in stitches and Raph was having the time of his life, that was until Splinter came out of nowhere and tackled Raph.
Mikey pulled himself off the floor and ran off.
"Heya Pops, funny running into you here" said Raph in a nervous tone.
"Tsk tsk my son, didn't you learn the last timw you attempted to tickle your brother to death." Splinter said with a smirk.
Raph gulped in fear, currently awaiting his judgement.
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For requests, Maybe Mikey sneaking up on Leo and the latter getting his revenge on the box turtle, I mean, it's just that there isn't a lot of content with the Baja duo (that's their name right? Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong)
Interruption
This image of them doesn’t really have much to do with the fic but it was the best one I could find lmao. Anyway I hope you like it!!! Wish it could’ve been a bit longer but yknow yknow.
Summery: Mikey takes advantage of Leos very distracted state
Warnings: None besides tickling so if that makes you uncomfortable feel free not to read
Mikey was feeling mischievous today. He was honestly bored out of his mind anyway, so when he saw Leo, sitting on the couch, on his phone, and seemingly unaware of anything around him due to being so focused, Mikey knew this was an opportunity that couldn’t be passed up.
That being said, he made his way towards Leo, slowly sneaking up behind him, Leo not noticing a thing. Mikey landed a poke to the red eared sliders side, making him yelp and drop his phone. “Agh! Mikey!!!” Leo exclaimed exasperatedly.
“Haha! Gotchu Leo!!!” Mikey yelled before tackling him to the floor.
Leo tried fighting him off, but when Mikey began trying to tickle him, it weakened him enough to allow Mikey to gain the upper hand. Soon he had Leo writhing underneath him as Mikey poked and dug into every spot he could reach on his upper half.
Leo tried catching his arms but the younger one was too fast for him. Mikey then reached behind to squeeze his thighs and Leo was completely lost. His cackles and screams rang through the living room.
“MIHIHIKEHEY STOHOHOHOPPP!!!” He shouted through the laughter, desperately trying to shake off his little brother. “Hmmm…” Mikey sounded out in mock thinking. “Nope!”
Leo was sure he was going to die. The sensations were taking over his brain and nervous system. His body wasn’t listening to him as he writhed helplessly on the floor. In a last minute attempt to make the sensations stop, he began digging into Mikey’s sides, making Mikey burst into giggles as he stopped squeezing his thighs to grip his wrist.
“Fohorgot ihi hahad ahahrms?” Leo giggled (both from the previous tickling and amusement from this new situation)
“Ohhh you’re in trouble now little bro.”
When he dug into Mikey’s armpits, it made the orange turtle squeal and weakened him enough for Leo to be able to push him off and to the side, allowing Leo to climb onto him. “Leheheoo plehehehease!!!” Mikey protested as he tried but failed to pull his olders arms away, honestly enjoying the situation.
“Hmmm…” Leo hummed in mock thought, referring to the joke Mikey made previously. “Nope!” Leo then dug into his neck, and Mikey exploded into hysterical cackles.
“LEHEHO NONOHO NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!!” Mikey squealed. “But why Mikester? Is this a bad spot?” Leo asked, pretending to play dumb.
“YEHEHEHS STOHOHOP!!”
“Hmm… maybe if you apologize for interrupting my quiet time I’ll think about it.”
“NOHOHO WAHAHYYY!!!”
Leo chuckled at this and shook his head. He was too stubborn for his own good. “Your loss then little brother.” And he continued torturing him mercilessly.
Soon Mikey couldn’t take the sensation any more and he had no choice but to give in. His sanity depended on it.
“OHOHOHKAHAHY IHIHIM SOHOHORRY IHIM SOHOHORRYHYHY!!!”
Mikey might be stubborn, but he definitely wasn’t tough enough to handle this torture. Leo grinned with satisfaction and finally stopped.
Mikey curled up, bringing his hands up to cover his neck and rubbed the ghost tickles away. “I hahahate yohohu!!” Mikey giggled.
“Pfft- you started it!” Leo grinned, lightly poking his little brothers side, making Mikey yelp out and flinch.
Mikey knew he deserved it, but that doesn’t mean he won’t try getting some revenge himself.
#sprite🥤#rottmnt#tickling#fanfiction#tickle fic#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rottmnt leo#rottmnt mikey#rise leo#rise mikey#lee!mikey#lee!leo#ler!leonardo#ler!leo#ler!mikey#baja blast duo#adhd duo#ticklish!mikey#ticklish!leo#leo and mikey#rottmnt tickling#rottmnt tickles#the sillies
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rottmnt tickle head cannons? What is your favorite tickle trope for Rise? (As in who is your favorite Lee/ler scenario)
🐢Rottmnt Tkl Headcanons♡
~Oooooh my Rise hcs! Sorry I've been so dead recently, school is kicking my ass this semester (⊙﹏⊙). I'll do character hcs first, and the trope thing at the end. Much longer than my others for sure. I need to do more for these skrunkles tbh. Slight Rise spoilers if you squint. Sorry this took 8,000 years, and thank you for requesting!~
(Casey Jr Hcs)
💥Raph🧸
General:
We can all agree that this big ol’ teddy bear loves tickles, right?
Be it a fluffy comfort or destroying a bratty brother, Big Raphie is up for it.
Taking this into account, he feels like a switch.
Might admit he likes it around the right person, though his brothers have known for years.
He has to really trust someone to tell them.
Doesn't wanna seem like he's unfit to protect his brothers. As you can probably guess, he gets lovingly ejected from that mindset when people find out.
Lee:
If he gets a lee mood, he tries to hide it and fails miserably.
Big boy will have the dopiest grin around his playful brothers, which he does a horrible job at hiding.
Can't seem to focus on his advice-giving or training. It doesn't take long for his brothers to notice.
Worst spot is his underarms. You get him there and he'll give every dog near a NYC sewer grate a headache.
Melt spots are his palms and beneath his chin. Gentle scratches on either surface melt him into a happy, giggly puddle.
Likes being tickled by anyone really close to him. He's just gotta be in the right mood for it. April kills him most often.
Amazing thing to do to him is gentle melt-spot attention to help him relax. Toss in some reassurances and praise while you're at it. He'll be in a blissful daze for hours.
Ler:
Mostly a revenge-ler, but he can also randomly get ler moods.
He loves the Tickle Monster persona, always uses it on his brothers when they're being shitheads.
A softer ler, though he isn't afraid to wreck someone if they refuse to quit (or ask).
When he's being nice, soft scribbles, flurries of pokes, and side squeezes.
“Cootchie-coo, ya cutie!”
When he's not-so-nice, you get one or two giant, inescapable tickle-claws attacking you, big squeezes and occasionally neck nibbles if he's feeling evil.
Mikey, Leo and April get it most often, though each for different reasons.
Mikey straight up asks, and big bro is more than happy to provide. Boy loves a willing lee.
Leo’s always a shit, and some Raphie tickles work wonders on taking him down a peg.
April either offers to let him tickle her as a stress/mood reliever or engages a tickle fight.
He gives the best aftercare ever (*˘︶˘*)｡♡. Cuddles, back rubs, maybe a nap in his cozy lap if you're comfortable with it. Potential hot chocolate if you're patient.
🗡️Leo✨
General:
Sassy man gives off ler-leaning switch.
Always in the mood to lovingly murder his brothers’ lungs, but occasionally likes to forget his name.
This playful goof definitely likes tickling, though he refuses to admit it. He needs to protect his coolness, afterall.
Lee:
When the lee mood hits, everyone in the house is immediately notified. Not directly, of course, but it's pretty obvious that something's up.
WAY more one-liners and flippy jokes than normal. Awkward finger guns at the end of jokes, little prods and pokes for no reason, just general annoyance.
In his mind, he'll either annoy them into wrecking him, or they'll pick up on it and help. Either way, he gets tickled.
If anyone tickles him, it's usually either Raph or Mikey. Raph gets tired of his shit the quickest, and Mikey is good at reading people.
Worst spots are his thighs and feet. Get him there, and there's no way he'll be able to even think about sassing anyone through his laughter.
Melt spots are his forearms. After a long day of patrolling the city and being awesome, some light traces there will make him a very happy turtle.
Ler:
Okay but the SASS
He's such a teasy bastard of a ler. Will tease and coo at his lee until they're a flustered, blushy mess. Then he'll call ‘em cute one more time, just because he can.
He frequently gets ler moods, but those are way easier to take care of than their opposite.
Most of the time, his lee will be Mikey or Donnie. His bubbly brother is almost always in the mood for a good tickle “fight,” and Donnie needs to relax sometimes.
Has a bit of a rough style, but does get softer moods sometimes.
During regular moods, he loves to dig into sides and bellies, attack death spots and blow raspberries to hear a lee squeal.
On softer occasions, he'll gently skitter his fingers along death spots, switching places whenever the giggling gets too loud. Maybe some tickly kisses if you're lucky
His aftercare typically consists of cuddling during a Jupiter Jim movie, snacks, and gentle praises. Makes sure his victims are smiling, even when his fingers aren't wiggling.
🎨Mikey☀️
General:
Sunshine boy loves tickling, both as a bonding activity and a coping method.
He's a lee-leaning switch for sure. Ready to get his ass handed to him, but open to helping out his brothers’ lee moods or cheering someone up.
Has magical “can say the t-word at any time” powers. You know he abuses the absolute heck out of said powers, too.
Lee:
Lee moods are no rare thing for this boyo.
Gets them very frequently, though he's actually able to ask for help when he needs it.
Either accidentally or on purpose, he's able to fluster his ler. He'll ask for more, one specific spot, tell them that they're doing an awesome job, ect.
When he gets super stressed, some cheer-up/calm-down tickles are much appreciated ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
A massive squirmer, he can't help it. Make sure to pin or hold him, or you might get an elbow to the nose (accidentally, of course; he'd never stop apologizing).
Worst spots are his knees and neck. Either spot gets him screeching, though he isn't likely to try and stop you.
Melt spot is his palms. With his mildly-terrifying mystic magic, some feather-light touches can be reassuring. Just make sure to ask first.
Everyone kinda rotates through wrecking him, though Raph and Donnie kinda dominate the field.
Either because they catch on/get annoyed the quickest or something else, he's usually found with them.
Ler:
Surprisingly formidable ler
Don't let his cinnamon-roll vibe fool you: this man can and will wreck your shit.
Tweaks his style a bit for each person. Super observant and tailors how and what he does to each lee.
Compliment-teases are his specialty. He'll have you blushing in 5 seconds flat.
“Aww, I love your blush! It's so bright and cute, just like you!”
“This squishy belly is just so ticklish, isn't it? Here I thought it was just adorable!”
“Was that a snort? No, don't hide it! Those are the best!”
His ler moods are a bit rarer, but they are absolutely something to fear (or enjoy while they last (◡ ω ◡)).
Super sweet aftercare. You can't escape cuddling (unless you can't handle the touch, he'll understand). Usually some hand-baked treats as well, depending on what he has hidden from his brothers.
General:
🛠️Donnie👾
He's a ler-leaning switch, but that's mainly because he's not always open for being touched.
He gets lee moods, but they're rarer. People have to ask before they try anything.
Even with ler moods, not always open to get somebody.
Communication with this boy is key.
Lee:
It takes a good combination of good day + not overstimulated + in a touchy mood, but he does get lee moods.
Tries to hide and ignore them, but it never works out. Either Shelldon finds him and helps, or one of his brothers stumbles across the mood.
If he’s super overwhelmed with a project and okay with touch, some light tickles are perfect for bringing him back to Earth.
Little hand flaps and kicks when you get him. Happy stims galore! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
Worst spot is his soft shell, though armpits are a close second. Loud, bright and occasionally hysterical reactions.
Melt spots are his belly plastron and tops of his thighs. Gentle traces and scratches on either spot leave him a stimmy, giggly puddle.
Most of the time, it’ll be Leo who tickles him. It’s usually for help calming down, though April isn’t far behind.
Will never admit it, but he does enjoy both sides of tickling.
Ler:
You know this mans uses his shell attachments to wreck people.
Those metal claws? Yeah, good luck- =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇)
Very dramatic commentary on his lee’s reactions. His inner theater kid loves to shine. Either that, or complete monotone. There’s no in-between, and he’s never offered an explanation.
“Oh my, you’re laughing rather hard, my dear gigglebug!”
“Judging by this raucous laughter, I’d say this is your worst spot.”
“Oh, it tickles? Really badly? How unfortunate for you…”
Has absolutely made tickle-specific gadgets and I will die on this hill.
Remember the feather staff feature from the Shredder episode? He didn’t just have that for no reason.
Usually wrecks Mikey and/or Leo. They’re both very talented at provoking him, either on purpose or by accident.
His aftercare depends on his mood. If he’s cool with touch, he’ll cuddle and watch a movie with you. If not, you’ll usually get some pats from his claw and snuggles from Shelldon (yes lil’ dude is fine gimme a break)
📹April⚾
General:
Hmmmm toughie, but I’d say ler-leaning switch. Not all that ticklish, but willing to help if one of her brothers is in a bad ler mood.
She just kinda prefers to do the tickling most of the time, unless it’s for her bros.
Extremely confident, bears the magic power of saying the t-word whenever she pleases. You know she puts it to good use, too.
Being the sister of the family, she’s gotta put her bros in their places. Why not use tickling?
Lee:
While it’s not often, she’ll let Big Raphie tickle her if he needs to.
Sometimes that boy just needs someone to reassure him that he’s not hurting them while giggling their brains out.
She’s pretty good at sitting still, amazing poker face. Could easily dominate in the Arms Up game.
As I said before, not super ticklish. Serves her well in tickle fights (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)
Only her ribs really get her laughing, but other than that it’s bubbly, pitchy giggles.
Doesn’t really have a melt spot, though if she had to choose a favorite, it’d be her belly.
Ler:
VERY very teasy. Easily-flustered lees be warned (˘ ˘ ˘)
Loves seeing her lee blush and sputter, finds it endlessly adorable.
“What? Oh, it tickles? Good, thought I might’ve been going too easy on ya!”
“Oooo, someone’s blushin’! How cute~”
“Wonder what would happen if I went for your worst spot… Only one way to find out!”
Giggles along with her lee. They’re adorable—how could she not?
As big sis, it’s her job to keep her brothers in line. Why not use tickling?
Frequently gives Raph calm-down/confidence-boosting tickles. Boy’s too stressed, in her opinion.
After him, it’s helping Donnie relax or pry him away from a project. Leo also needs to be taken down a peg every once in a while.
Super snuggly aftercare. Back rubs, praises and even some teases for the road, if ya catch my drift~
🔥Cassandra🏒
General:
I’m feeling ler on this one. She doesn’t seem like she’d enjoy being tickled too much, though she definitely doesn’t mind wrecking others.
Before the Hamato fam stepped in, she didn’t really have much experience in the tickly field.
Maybe one of her foot-face mentors, but other than that, nada.
That absolutely changes when she joins the bros.
Ler:
Ready to vanquish any “enemy” lee mood to help her friends out.
Rougher style normally, though she can be convinced to dial it back. You wanna forget your name? She’s your gal.
Takes her role sorta seriously, though she can be playful. Just depends on her mood.
If she does tease, it’s more observational than anything.
She just kinda says flustering stuff without meaning to.
“Well, no duh it tickles. That’s the whole point!”
“Not there? You asked me to tickle you, but scold me the moment I get somewhere? I don’t think so!”
Attacks everyone pretty evenly, but she does have a preference for April and Raph. They’re the most fun to take down, in her opinion.
Cass respects boundaries, of course. You genuinely want her to stop and she’ll be off you in seconds.
Doesn’t grasp the concept of aftercare quite yet. Once you can breathe, she’ll start asking for feedback.
“How was that? Did it really tickle? Details, giggler, details!”
If specifically requested, though, she does give a mean back-rub and/or massage. If your back or neck is ticklish, though, you’re gonna have a whole new problem~ ( ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )
💮Splinter🐀
General:
Splints has ler energy, ya know?
Like April, not super ticklish. He isn’t the biggest fan of being tickled, but if it’s with very specific people, he’ll tolerate it.
Doesn’t interact tickle-wise very often, but he does have his moments.
Is very aware that his children love it and tries to connect with them in that way sometimes.
Ler:
With his ninja skills and small size, he can take down even the brattiest of lees in seconds.
You see his tail? Yeah, absolutely uses it to help wreck his victims.
Very playful, goofy ler. Laughs along with his lee, makes little comments on their reactions.
“Oh my, little one. I never would have thought you’d be so sensitive!”
“Heheh, what a cute laugh! You really should let me hear it more often!”
When he notices any of his kids are down in the dumps, he sneaks in a few pokes and scritches with his tail.
If that doesn’t work, they get the full-Splints treatment. Reassuring teases, rougher tickles and his undivided attention.
He’ll bug Draxum when he feels like it, which is more funny than anything.
Reducing the broody goat-man to a giggling, cursing mess is therapeutic for him ( ͡º ꒳ ͡º)
His aftercare is light and sweet. Head pats, reassurances, and a small cookie break for a nice close.
🌱Baron Draxum🐐
General:
Before the turtles, had little to no idea what tickling was about.
Sure, he knew that people laughed when it happened, but he couldn’t tell what was so great about it. It was just touch and laughter - no big deal.
Once the teetles got ahold of him, though? Yeah, that view changed pretty quick.
Turns out he’s a switch. Likes “destroying his nuisances” with the harmless technique, but doesn’t mind it being used on him.
Will never admit the latter, though.
Lee:
A LOT more ticklish than one would imagine. Like a few squeezes will leave him giggling and blushing like there’s no tomorrow.
He’s pretty good at hiding his lee moods, though they definitely aren’t repressible. Draxy feels them, but can keep others in the dark.
If anyone’s gonna notice, it’ll be Lou (Splinter). He knows the man the best, thanks to Mikey’s whole “fatherly-bonding” push.
Splints will help, though he’ll tease the shit out of the Baron the entire time.
While he’ll never tell the rat man, he enjoys the silly exchanges.
Worst spots are his hips and shoulder blades. Either place will have him stuck in a snorty, rumbling bout of hysterics.
Melt spots are his palms. He adores gentle traces there, lets him know somebody cares.
Ler:
Absolutely uses his mystic powers to help him.
Those vines? Yeah, restraints and tickle tools for days
Very smug ler, likes to tease his lees until they’re flustered messes. It’s done out of love, though, so can you blame him?
“This must be torturous, huh? The vines holding you still, my fingers on your worst spots… However, I don’t think I’ve heard you say stop…”
Usually tickles the teens if they’re annoying him, but also goes after Lou every so often.
He knows there’ll be repercussions, but life’s no fun without a little risk.
Huginn and Muninn are next in line. Surprising no one, they’re and attention whores. Draxy makes sure they get their fills.
Not the best with aftercare, but he tries. Back rubs and light praises while you catch your breath. Maybe some of his “confectionary wonders” if you’re brave enough.
*✧◍Favorite Trope & Lee/Ler Pairing◍✧*
Okay, so there’s no way I can pick a single favorite pairing. I love them all too much! I can, however, name my top 3.
lee!Raph, ler!April is definitely up there. I adore the big-siblings energy in their fics, and they just bond so well!
Pretty much anything with lee!Donnie in it. I love seeing the smarty-pants get got ( •̀ ᵕ •́ )
lee!Draxum and ler!Splinter. Okay, hear me out, but I love redemption arcs and enemies to friends/lovers/co-parents or whatever you wanna call what they have going on. They’re fun and I like fun.
For my favorite trope, I’m gonna have to go with cheer-up tickles, or more specifically, some stop-stressing-tf-out tickles. It’s always so fun to read how people would cheer up the boys, as well as write some super duper, totally not self-indulgent fics like that for myself. Maybe one day they’ll see the light, but don't count on it lol (¬////¬)
#rottmnt tickle#ticklish!raph#ticklish!leo#ticklish!donnie#ticklish!mikey#ticklish!april#ler!cassandra#ler!splinter#ticklish!draxum#sfw tickling community#tickle#sfw tickle headcanons#lee!raph#ler!raph#lee!donnie#ler!donnie#lee!mikey#ler!mikey#lee!leo#ler!leo#lee!april#ler!april#lee!draxum#ler!draxum#tickle hcs#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt baron draxum#rottmnt cassandra jones#rise of the tmnt tickle
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sure!! (I'm the anon you posted about) it could be the moment when splinter realized that his little turtles were ticklish maybe maybe when he was taking care of them or playing with them
A Loving Father
🎂:ROTTMNT
🧁:Tots Leo, Donnie, Mikey, Raph
🍫:Splinter
Summary: Splinter loves his kids, and he finally feels capable to play with them after 4 years. He finds out something that he would have never expected.
A/N: here ya go anon! Sorry for the wait ended up going to sleep before finishing these!
A Loving Father
Four years.
That’s how long it took him to be ready to be a father.
He loved his new children, he did, truly and wholly and unconditionally. But being a parent is hard, especially for someone still dealing with… a lot.
Red was already six. Blue and purple were five. Orange was only four.
Splinter decided that he was finally ready. Finally able to step up. And if he was going to be late, he was going to do it right.
After breakfast that morning, he sat the tots down around him and told them a little game he had planned.
“You guys run around, and I try to catch you! It’s called ‘tag’. Sound fun?”
The little one’s eagerly nodded. They were gonna play a game with dad!
“I’ll give you a ten second head start!”
“Everybody scatter!” Leo shouted as dad started counting down from ten.
They all ran in different directions, their little feet carrying them further than one would expect.
Once the rat-man reached zero, he ran after his kids that were scattered across the living room.
He ran after blue first, considering it was the slider’s genius idea to go in all different directions.
“I gotcha blue!” He spoke, reaching out to tag his shell.
He didn’t expect his paw to graze blue’s shell, causing a squeak to fall out of his mouth.
Splinter thought for a moment as he ran after Leo, figuring it out in his head.
When he finally reached the tot, he scooped him up. “Gotcha! And it looks like someone is a ticklish little turtle~”
The father then poked all across blues plastron, causing him to squeak and giggle, chirps piercing the sounds every once in a while.
The turtles knew what tickling was, and had used it on eachother in the past, but had never expected dad to use it too!
Leo thought that maybe ratting out his brothers would get him free sooner, so he spoke through his chirpy giggles. “Whehehe ahall *chirp* ahare!”
“Oh are you now? Well, I better go test that theory, but first~” He then blew a raspberry into blue’s plastron, causing the slider to squeal in delight and fall into loud giggles.
Then dad set him down, and went to get the others.
The next turtle he chased was red. The snapper was rather large for his age, and was hence easy to spot and target.
Splinter chased red for awhile, finally catching him when he tripped on his tail.
“Come here, kid!” He called, starting up his attack on red’s shell.
The oldest turtle quickly fell into laughter, “Dahahahad! Ahahaha!”
“Yyyes~”
“Ihihit tihihihickles!”
“Of course it does! That is the point! But, I do have some other small boys to catch.”
And the rat man let him go to go hunt for the others.
The next target- purple. Splinter was rather surprised at how smart the little turtle was, and he was definitely more serious than his brothers. But he was still the funny one!
When he caught purple, he decided to squeeze his tiny leg and see what happened.
“Eee! Dahahahad Noho!”
“Dad yes!”
The soft shell giggled loudly as he was attacked, squirming and writhing the whole time, trying to get free.
“Wohoah! Someone’s feisty!”
“Lehehehet mehehe gohoho!”
“Ahalright, alrihight.”
Splinter let purple go and started back up the chase for the last turtle standing, orange. The youngest.
The small box turtle was already giggling like a lunatic as he ran, no doubt expecting what was going to happen once he was caught.
“Come here orange!” Dad shouted as he ran.
“Eheheheee! Yohou cahahant cahahatch mehehe!”
“Oh yes I can~ gotcha!” The rat shouted, poking orange’s neck.
“Noho!” The smallest turtle squeaked out as he fell to the ground.
“Yes! Such ticklish little things you all are!”
“Ehahaha! Dhahahad! Nohohot thehehere!”
“Not there? Not where? Here?” He spoke, poking his neck again.
The kid scrunched up his head and ducked it into his shell, giggling crazily.
“Oh, well, guess I’ll just- pbbt!” He blew a raspberry into the back of orange’s shell, causing his head to pop out.
“Eheheheehehe! Okahahahay! Okahahahay!”
“Alright I’ll let you go.” He spoke, walking over to the spot where the other three had waited.
“Alright, time for a nap, you four.”
“Okay, dad.” They chorused. They were all ticketed out from their game!
Splinter loved his boys so much. He was going to try his best to be a loving father.
———THE END————————————————
#parrotwrites#sfw tickle community#rottmnt tickles#lee!turtle tots#lee!leo#lee!donnie#lee!mikey#lee!raph#ler!splinter#parrotanswers
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Oh wow 😧
I wasn’t expecting so many people to like the TMNT 2012 headcanons I did! Tysm for the support you guys 💕✨💗💞! Part two upon ye
~ TMNT 2012 Tickle Headcanons (pt.2) ~
This gif is so dumb I hate them sm /j
You cannot convince me that Raph’s melt spot isn’t his neck- me and @tickleebug were talking abt this and just,,, IT MAKES SM SENSE I CANT EXPLAIN IT
Tickling his neck just makes him super giggly and squirmy and just an absolute PUDDLE of laughter- it’s so adorable
Mikey’s brother’s 100% give tickly kisses on his freckles- FIGHT ME.
And boy does he absolutely LOVE and HATE it-
I feel like Donnie would be a ruthless Ler
Not as mean as Leo or Raph but pretty close
He would just playfully mock his Lee and laugh while he tickles them
“Are you really this ticklish???”
He’s the best at gentle tickles and it drives his other brothers absolutely INSANE
Like, I can just imagine Donnie gently scribbling his fingers against one of his brothers sides or something and the convo would be something like this:
“STAHAHAP!”
“Stop? Stop what~?”
“YOHOU KNOHOW WHAHAT!
“No I don’t~!”
Then proceeds to tickle ANOTHER tickle spot that absolutely CANNOT handle light tickles as his Lee just CRUMBLES
“What? Don’t tell me you can handle this either!”
“I’m barley tickling you! This shouldn’t even be considered tickling!”
Do you see my vision???
He be completely devious- we need more Ler!Donnie y��all…
Mikey will 100% try and bargain with whomever he’s ticked off
It never works but give the guy points for trying
Leo uses wake up tickles for his younger siblings all the time
Sometimes, the 3 will purposely stay in bed to get tickled awake
Mikey loves tickle chases- literally his most favorite thing
Raph won’t ever admit to being ticklish (his brothers already know well enough how ticklish he is) but if you sneak up behind him and squeeze his sides, he will jump through the roof
It’s a hilarious sight to see
Leo snort/hiccup laugh >>>>>>>>>
When Raph and Mona started dating, Leo, Donnie and Mikey gave her a full on HANDBOOK on how to completely wreck Raph
(Pt.1)
#Absolute blorblos#I love them sm#I tried not to make too many headcanons on Leo this time 😅#I think I succeeded#Gave Don some time to shine ✨✨✨#I should probably make character headcanons individually instead of just group headcanons 🤔#That would make it so I can just focus on one of them at a time#I’ll probably make on more part to the group hcs then move on to character hcs#This’ll be fun 😈🤩#Tmnt 2012#Tmnt 2012 tickle headcanons#Lee!Leo#Ler!Leo#Lee!Raph#Ler!Raph#Lee!Donnie#Ler!Donnie#Lee!Mikey#Ler!Mikey#Tmnt 2012 tickle
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Here’s my first fic for you all! It took me a hot second to write this one because I had to stop from the amount of times I got flustered, but I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
I’m planning on writing headcanons for the boys soon so keep your eyes open for those!
Disclaimers: This is a tickle fic, so if you’re not into that please just scroll :)
Warnings: none, just fluff :)
Word Count: 1,668
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Movie Night
“Donnie get down here! It’s movie night!” Mikey yelled into the sewers.
The scent of popcorn filled the tunnels, making its way up to Donnie’s lab and catching his nose by surprise.
Donnie set his latest project down on his desk and lifted up his goggles.
Man, that popcorn was smelling really good.
“Coming Angelo!” Donnie yelled back, getting up from his chair and grabbing his phone.
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“Which Jupiter Jim are we watching tonight?” Leo sat down on the floor with a massive bowl of popcorn in front of him.
“Well Mikey and I were talking about it earlier, and we decided to watch Lou Jitsu tonight instead.” Raph picked up a movie disk and inserted it into the DVD player.
“Lou Jitsu? I don’t wanna watch Lou Jitsu!” Leo shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth.
“Well, we can never seem to agree on a Jupiter Jim movie so we thought Lou Jitsu would be best!” Mikey walked in with his own bowl of popcorn and sat a few feet in front of Leo.
Donnie walked in with his face shoved in his phone and sat down next to Leo.
“But we’ve seen the Lou Jitsu movies- Donnie don’t touch my popcorn- like a million times!”
“I’m sorry Leo, but it was our turn to pick the movie tonight! We want to watch Lou Jitsu!” Raph fiddled with the tv remote.
“Plus we always watch the Jupiter Jim movies for movie night, so we wanted to switch it up,” Mikey added and shoved some popcorn into his mouth.
“I don’t really want to watch Lou Jitsu right now either Leon, but you know the rules. It’s their turn to choose tonight’s movie.” Donnie set his phone down and stared blankly up at the tv screen.
Leo rolled his eyes at Donnie and grumpily shoved another fistful of popcorn into his mouth as Raph turned off the lights.
The music from the movie started as Raph sat down next to Mikey, both of them grabbing handfuls of popcorn while their eyes were glued to the screen.
It was the same thing they had all seen too many times, Lou Jitsu yelling about hot soup and beating up bad guys.
Leo couldn’t bear to sit through another minute of this movie that they all knew by heart at this point. He was also out of popcorn already, so distracting himself with popcorn wasn’t an option.
Somebody needed to give him attention, now.
Leo peered over at Donnie, who was mindlessly scrolling through his phone again. He probably got bored of the movie too, but they all knew Mikey would be upset if they didn’t stay for the whole thing.
Leo looked at Mikey, who had chosen to use Raph’s arm as a head rest while they enjoyed the movie.
Leo looked back to Donnie again. Donnie looked lonely.
Leo impulsively rearranged himself so that the back of his head was facing Donnie, and he flopped backwards so that his head fell into Donnie’s lap.
“Nardo-” Donnie whispered, “What’re you doing?”
“I’m bored hermano-” Leo gave Donnie the sweetest face he could muster, “And you looked lonely,”
“Leo get off.” Donnie pushed at Leo’s head with his free hand, only for Leo to fight against him.
“Please let me rest my head on your lap Don-Ton! I won’t ever ask you for anything ever again!” He pleaded, sticking out his lower lip.
Donnie rolled his eyes and gave up wrestling with Leo’s head, instead settling for affectionate head rubs.
He decided it would be better to do what Leo wanted so his twin wouldn’t drive everybody else absolutely crazy.
“We both know that’s a lie, but I’ll allow it this time,” Donnie smirked down at him, secretly loving the affection from Leo. He didn’t mind it every once in a while.
In fact, he always found it somewhat endearing whenever Leo fell asleep on him.
Although he didn’t express his emotions often, the affection he received from his brothers was the one thing he always put up with because it made him feel loved.
Donnie liked that feeling.
“Perfect-” Leo closed his eyes and leaned into Donnie’s touch.
“Just don’t be annoying,” Donnie went back to staring at his phone, remembering to move his hand for Leo every once in a while.
Leo sighed and sunk deeper into comfort as the movie played on. Leo closed his eyes for a few minutes before opening them again.
As comfortable as Leo was, he was still bored.
Leo looked up at Donnie, whose eyes moved rapidly back and forth as he read whatever he was looking at on his phone.
Donnie needed to smile more, he always looked so angry.
“Boop-” Leo reached up and started poking the side of Donnie’s shell.
“Leheo-” Donnie choked down a laugh and grabbed his brother’s hand almost instantly.
“What’s the matter Donnie? Are you ticklish or something?” Leo smirked up at him.
Oh, two could play at this game.
“I know you are-” Donnie raised an eyebrow, setting his phone down.
“I am? Since when?” Leo quipped back, unable to hide the fact that his cheeks were starting to burn pink.
“Oh, Nardo, Nardo, Nardo,” Donnie scoffed, “You just make things so much harder for yourself.” He raised Leo’s arm so it was raised above his head.
Leo couldn’t help the nervous giggles escaping from his lips, Donnie’s smirk not making it any easier to keep his composure.
“Not so cocky now are you Leon?” Donnie scribbled his fingers in Leo’s exposed underarm, making him squeal.
“Dohonnie!”
Mikey and Raph whipped their heads to look behind them, instantly smiling at the adorable scene between the twins.
“What’s so funny Leo?” Raph asked, a massive smirk taking over his face.
“Yeah Leo, aren’t you enjoying the movie?” Mikey added.
“I’m not sure what’s gotten into him guys, he randomly got really giggly all of the sudden-” Donnie’s monotonous tease making Leo’s laughter raise an octave.
“Shuhut it!” Leo squealed, attempting to pull his arm down and protect his side.
“SCOFF- Leo! Don’t be so rude!” Donnie let go of Leo’s wrist, moving to scratch both hands along the sides of Leo’s shell.
Childish giggles erupted from Leo, making all three of his brother’s faces light up. Even Donnie couldn’t resist the smile that took over his face.
“NAHAH DEEHEEHEE!” Leo threw his head back in deep laughter.
“You were the one that wanted attention Nardo, and now you’re getting it!” Donnie chuckled, sometimes Leo’s charm was irresistible.
“DONNIEHEEHEE!” Leo rolled off of his brother’s lap, the residual giggles still spilling out of his mouth as he curled himself up into a ball.
“And I thought Donnie was the sensitive one-” Raph eyed him, chuckling when Donnie’s eyes grew wide.
“Hey!” Donnie’s smile was replaced with an embarrassed pout.
“If I wasn’t worn out, I would tohotally get you back right now-” Leo uncurled himself and laid on his back, pointing a finger at the other middle brother.
“Yeah, yeah,” Raph poked Leo in the middle of his shell, “Calm down, little bro.” Leo giggled and rolled over again before sitting up.
“Uh oh, it looks like Donnie needs a pick-me-up from Dr. Delicate Touch.” Mikey pointed out Donnie’s flustered state.
“No! No I do not!” Donnie yelled, “Don’t you dare come near me!”
“We just want to give you our brotherly love Donnie!” Leo chimed in, his signature smirk painting his face.
“Wahait guys! Aren’t you watching the mohovie?” Donnie backed away from all of his brothers gaining on him.
“Eh,” Mikey shrugged, “I’ve seen it a bunch of times-”
“Yeah, what he said,” Raph cracked his knuckles for dramatic effect.
“There’s no getting out of this is there?” Donnie whimpered, all three of his brothers towering over him.
“Not a chance Don-Ton,” The revenge in Leo’s eyes shone.
“Get him, boys!” Raph shouted.
“Nardo- Mihikey!” Donnie shouted as his brothers tackled him to the floor.
Donnie had started giggling madly before they had even touched him, his rare genuine laughter bouncing off the walls of the sewers.
“D we didn’t even touch you yet!” Mikey giggled, relieving Donnie of the anticipation by digging his fingers into Donnie’s neck.
“I wish this darn battle shell wasn’t in the way,” Leo scratched around the side of his brother’s shell where his real shell met the artificial one, “It hides all of the sensitive spots-”
“NAHARDO!” Donnie cried with laughter, desperately pushing at Leo’s hands in an attempt to escape this torture while also trying to protect his neck from Mikey.
“Alright we all know how Donnie can get so let’s give him a break.” Raph smiled at his younger brothers.
“Aww man, fine-” Leo flipped Donnie’s goggles over his eyes.
“We love you D!” Mikey squeezed Donnie into a hug.
“Yeah, yeah,” Donnie flipped his goggles back up, “Come here you-” Donnie grabbed Mikey and gave him a few ticklish pokes to his neck, earning squeals from the youngest.
“Wahait what part of the movie are we at?” Mikey managed to tear away from Donnie’s grasp.
“We’re already at the end?” Raph turned to the movie.
“I guess we did kind of ruin movie night, sorry guys,” Leo chuckled sheepishly.
“That’s okay, it turned out to be way more fun anyways,” Mikey chirped.
“And embarrassing,” Raph added, giving his brothers a knowing look.
“Huh,” Donnie’s face was suddenly overtaken by his famous grin that meant he had an idea. His brothers turned their heads to look at him.
“Uh, oh,” Raph’s eyes widened, “What have you got planned Donnie?”
“”Uh, oh” is right, dear Raphael,” Donnie made eye contact with his brothers, who all looked confused.
“Is nobody getting what I’m getting at? Nobody? Ugh alright-” Donnie rolled his eyes, “Raph, are you still ticklish?”
Mikey and Leo’s confusion suddenly turned to massive grins as they all turned to the eldest brother.
“Mad dogs! On my signal!” Leo cracked his neck, ready to pounce.
“Uh, oh-”
#rottmnt tickle#rottmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles tickle#ticklish!leo#ticklish!donnie#ticklish!mikey#ticklish!raph#lee!leo#lee!donnie#lee!mikey#ler!leo#ler!donnie#ler!mikey#ler!raph#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#sfw tickle fanfiction#sfw tickles#sfw#sfw blog#sfw tickling community#tickle community#turtle bros#THIS GOT ME IN SUCH A MOOD#JEHSJS#rise donatello#rise donnie#rise leo#rise michelangelo#rise mikey#rise raph
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Beware of the teenage mutant ninja blanket!!
#squigg drawings#sfw tickle community#sfw tickles#rottmnt tickle#lee!mikey#lee!Michelangelo#ticklish!mikey#ler!Raph#ler!Raphael#big teddy bear vs tiny teddy bear who gonna win?#also blankets are so freaking hard to draw how does one do it
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