#Ler!Raph

[gaybananabread]

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…

-

“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…”

-

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…

[jamiesgotchu]

So many of you are sleeping on the fact that raph CANONICALLY USED HIS POWERS TO CREATE TWO EXTRA HANDS TO TICKLE SOMEONE WITH.

It is a CRIME that I haven't seen a SINGLE piece of fanart or fanfiction with this implemented???? I better see it soon or you're all GROUNDED/LH

I got this clip of it for ya, the audio is unfortunately muted, but you get the visuals! You can't tell me he hasn't used this before with his brothers,, like CMONNNN

[fbpsdumbtklblog]

hello I want Lee Donnie ler mikey ler Raph and ler leo

ok ok ok ok ok OK. SO.

i really like this req. i wanna finish it. but theres been a problem

i made the sketch a while ago but literally any time i attempt the lineart it looks like hot garbage

i feel kinda guilty just leaving this req unanswered tho so i will give you that sketch. but idrk how to continue off of this sorry

ALSO heres a version i just speedran coloring under the cut jic you cant tell whats going on

[cawhawhaw]

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

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚆𝙰𝚂𝚂𝚄𝙿 𝚈’𝙰𝙻𝙻 🔥⁉️ 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝙸𝙽 𝙱𝚄𝙸𝚂𝙽𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙰𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙽— 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙴𝙲𝚃 𝙰 𝙻𝙾𝚃𝚃𝚃𝚃 𝙾𝙵 𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚂 𝙱𝙲 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙷 𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚁𝙽˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 𝟻,𝟽𝟶𝟿

𝙻𝚎𝚎: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡 (𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️)

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𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑’𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖.

(𝙰/𝙽: 𝚃*𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙳𝙽𝙸 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜— 𝚢’𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚢 <𝟹)

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐— 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚓𝚊𝚖, 𝚙𝚕𝚣 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 ❤️🧡

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊·̩̩̥͙

“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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[squiggly-mctwig]

Beware of the teenage mutant ninja blanket!!

[someone1348]

🦷💌; can—can i ask for more??? more turtles x reader tickle fluff? it can be anything at this point, but maayyyyybbeeee take this sugguestion for leooooooooo???!!!

so we all know leo's a teaser...100%...what if the reader finds themself in some sort of stuck situation and leo takes this for advantge? 🧍‍♀️

thats all i got...for the others idk but it can be literally anything—I LOVE THEM SM AH 🥲🥲

ill shut up now im sorry 😔

Absolutely I can! Thank you for your requests!

People in this: Turtles x Reader (tickle fics!)

Key: (n/n)= Nickname

(y/n)= Your name

Apologies on how late this is coming out lol! But I hope you enjoy!

-K :]

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Leo!:

The things you would do for these turtles is absolutely ridiculous! From the minute they walked into your life its been nothing but adventure and greatness but man was it frustrating in times like these.

Leo's TV broke the other day and with Donnie busy at April's house he frantically called you for help, again the things you would do for those turtles, especially Leo.

The hold he has on you is insane so of course you agreed to come and help him. He smiled widely and thanked you repetitively as you arrived on the scene!

He stepped out of the room for a while to give you some space and when he came back he was delighted to see that you not only fixed it but had gotten yourself stuck in the process

"Leo I swear to the Pizza Supreme in the sky if you don't stop laughing and come help me out-"

"Fihihine! I was gonna help you anyway its just too funny!! AHAHA"

"Leooo"

"OKAhay I'm coming! Neon Leon is on the case!" He smiled brightly as he walked over to you trying to pull you out from behind the TV but nothing was working

"You really got yourself stuck in there"

"You think?" You giggled a little as he scoffed jokingly

"Hey! I'm trying to help you here! I wouldn't get all smart in your position if I were you~" he lowered his voice to his natrual teasing tone before tweaking your sides gently watching the reaction it gave

"What's wrong?, You Ticklish?~"

He didn't give you a chance to answer before his wiggling fingers danced across every tickle spot he could find enjoying every laugh, giggle, sound and reaction you made. There was no chance of escape, no room to move, no place to hide, it was just you, him and your tickle spots.

His smirk grew as he found your most ticklish spot

"Awwww is this your worst spot? Hmm?~ Tickle Tickle tickleee~" he continued as any pleads went in one ear and out the other

"LEHEHEO UHUHUSE YOHOHOUR POHOHORTALS AND FREEE MEHE!"

"Great thinking (n/n)! I will use my portals!~" he smirked using two small portals to put his hands through the wall and tickle your worst spot that way

"NOHOHOT WHAHAT I MEHEANT!"

He giggled along with you for a little before stopping and fully pulling you through a bigger portal and onto his lap as he rubbed away the ghost tickles

"You okay?" He asked with a smile

"I am, but you might not be in a few seconds~"

"Ohhh boyyy"

Let's just say that night the lair was filled with laughter!

-

Donnie!:

You and the purple clad turtle arranged to hang out that evening! This was going to be great! Donatello wanted to hang out with you!

Now normally your hang outs consisted of you two being in the lab, working on new tech or just enjoying each other's company doing your own things but it was always his lab and it was always something science based, you didn't mind that of course! It was just today was different!

He texted you to leave your equipment at home and meet him in the arcade that they have in the lair. Of course you did just that but something was off.

"Hey D! Why did you want to meet here? And why did you tell me to leave my stuff at home?" He smiled as you entered the arcade area

"Sweet Sweet (y/n)! Today! We are going to be playing video games! Jazz hands" he wiggled his fingers to show his enthusiasm and to put emphasis on the plan as you nodded

"Sounds great! You're so going down!"

"Prepare to eateth' thy words!"

The two of you spent the entire day going from game to game. He mentally kept score while you two had fun, and he was one point away from beating you! Luckily, this next game was his specialty! It's the car game he's always playing with Mikey and he was determined to win!

"Prepare to eat my dust (n/n)!"

"Oh well see about that!"

And the race was on! It was neck and neck and Donnie was prepared to do anything to win and I mean anything! He thought about it for a little bit before a smirk formed on his features. He used one of his robot hands that was now holding a feather to it and swiped it across your neck and face to distract you enjoying your reactions and the light up winners screen he had.

"Hey would you look at that I won!"

"Yohohou cheheated!"

"GASP! I am hurt that you would even think for a second that I would do such a thing!" His smirk grew as he used the robot arm to hold your hands up as he circled you with wiggling fingers

"You know I think you're just a sore loser (n/n), I know exactly what will help fix that~" he giggled alittle before tickling you all over your tickle spots, experimenting with every single spot to find your worst spot and the best reactions!

He pointed out the little things as he tickled you, which became more flustering the more he did it. Stuff like;

"Hmm what an interesting sound you make when I do this!" Or "Wow! You're really ticklish here~" and finally "How fascinating your face just keeps getting more and more red the more I talk, am I flustering you dove~" He was on a roll today, he was finally number one and he was gonna use all of that power to his advantage right now!

"YOHOHOU WIHIHIN DEHEHEE!" He stopped his raspberry and smirked at you

"Why thank you for finally acknowledging the truth!" He smiled, rubbing the ghost tickles away and releasing you from his robot arm.

What an eventful game night!

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Raph!:

This sweetheart could tell instantly that you were stressed. He decided that it would be a great idea to give you a relaxation day! He let everyone know ahead of time and tidied everything up accordingly!

He went out of his way to make sure when you arrived that everything was perfect! His room smelled nice, his brothers were either in their rooms or out playing basketball and he even put on some calming instrumental music for you!

He was determined to make everything special for you. He beamed when you entered the lair, instantly lifting you off the ground and carrying you to your final destination, claiming that you were not to use your legs today or lift a finger! He treated you like the royalty you are it was so special. Even if you insisted you were fine, there was no saying no to Raph!

He smiled as he placed you down onto his big red coded bed. "I had Mikey help me cook you you're favorite!" he smiled, handing you a plate full of your favorite meal which you happily accepted and thanked him again

"Of course! Anytime sunshine!" He smiled brighter before he offered a massage "here this should help!"

Before you knew it, he was getting every single knot out of your back and shoulders, and lt felt great, but holy heck, did it tickle! Raph caught on after a giggle slipped from your mouth while you were exhaling

"How does it feel?" He asked 'innocently' as he moved back to the spot that made you giggle before

"It feels gohohood! Thahanks Raph!" You giggled again as his smile turned into a smirk

"Good im so glad! You truly deserve this! You work so hard and deserve a break I am so proud of you (y/n)!" He smiled brightly again now properly tickling you

"Rahahaph!"

"Why are you giggling so much (n/n)?~ It's just a massage, don't tell me you're ticklish!~" He teased you as he continued tickling all over your tickle spots

"Dawww, I think this will help relieve your stress more! They do say laughter is the best medicine!" He continued enjoying every little sound, laugh, and reaction you made to his tickles and various tickle spots until he found your worst spot

"OKAHAY MEHEHERCYYY!"

He stopped immediately, rubbing away the ghost tickles before picking you up again and holding you close, his heartbeat soothing yours as he rubbed circles into your skin

"Cuddle time!" He exclaimed as you nodded

What a perfect day

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Mikey!:

After tasting Mikeys amazing creations for a long time now you asked him if he could teach you how to cook! He was ecstatic! Today was the day you two scheduled to do this!

He smiled brightly as you entered the lairs kitchen! "Here you go!" He handed you your very own apron he decorated it himself he was really proud of it!

You wore it with pride as you washed your hands and got ready to cook! Everything was going great! He guided your hands through some techniques, you added the spices together to give it flavor and overall were just having fun and learning alot! Mikeys a really great coach!

The waiting was the boring part, so when you got impatient and saw an open bag of flour sitting right in front of you, you knew exactly what to do. You sneakily took a bit in your hand before catching the orange turtles attention and threw it at him

He gasped jokingly as he blinked, now covered in flour "oh that's it! You are so on!" He smirked taking some of the flour and throwing it back on you, soon it was an all out flour war! He eventually pounced on you trying to get the flour on your shirt but his hands slipped accidentally swiping your side in the process

He caught that reaction immediately and had an even better idea then the flour! He smirked as his wiggling fingers scribbled all over your tickle spots like a skilled artist painting his masterpiece!

"Tickle Tickle tickleee~ this is what you get for pranking the prankster (n/n)~" He giggled along with you before he found your worst spot

"Awwww I think someone's Ticklish~" he teased in a sing song voice as he used every trick in the book to get the best reactions out of you

"Tickletickletickletickle"

"MIHIHIHIKEHEHEY!-"

*DING!*

"Oh Goodie! The foods ready!" He smiled rubbing away the ghost tickles and leading you a hand up while you caught your breath

"Ihit smells amazing!"

"It's gonna taste amazing too you know why?" He smiled at you as you raised an eyebrow

"Why's that?"

"Because we made it with love together! Anddd it got your giggles in there for extra love!"

"Mikeyyy!"

He giggled as he started to plate everything. "we eat first, then clean, alright? And you started this so you have to help me! You have no choice, cutie pie!" He giggled poking your sides again quickly before he handed you your plate

"Okahay fair enough!"

You two enjoyed your creation throughly before cleaning the place up and cleaning yourselves up later one at a time, getting into comfy Pj's and enjoying the rest of the night together! It was perfect! This definitely calls for more cooking dates down the line!

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I hope you all enjoyedd! I loved making this! And I hope you all have a great day today! You truly deserve it! I am so proud of you! /p /gen /pos

-K :]

[leosmasktails]

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.

——————

“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-”

[blahhhhhhhohmigosh]

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.

[tastybluesprite]

Laughter (rottmnt)

I’m too tired rn to edit or read through this at the moment so I’ll do it later

Warnings: none other than this is a tickle fic so if that makes you uncomfortable feel free not to read.

Summery: The turtle bros realize that their genius brother almost never really laughs, and they want to fix that.

“And then the lady said ‘but where’s my sandwich?” Leo punchlined, causing Raph and Mikey to burst out laughing.

Donatello merely rolled his eyes and kept staring at his phone. “Hey! That was funny!” Leo insisted annoyedly to Donnie.

“Leo I could think of several things that are funnier than that joke you just told, none of which would make me laugh either.” Donnie deadpanned.

“Ugh you’re no fun. You NEVER laugh.” Mikey said.

“Yeah.” Leo agreed, “The only times you do laugh are at our expense!”

“That’s not true.” Donnie said with slight half hearted defensiveness. “Ok yeah,” he said finally under his brothers’s skeptical stares, “maybe I don’t. But so what? Why does it matter if I don’t find things funny enough to laugh at them?”

“It matters because you’re our brother Donnie! We want to see you happy!” Mikey told him, “Plus you’re only a buzzkill that way.”

“I’m sure there’s plenty of other ways to get him to laugh that aren’t jokes.” Raph said suddenly as a smirk grew on his face.

Leo and Mikey threw curious looks at him, and Donnie couldn’t help but suspect he was up to something not good.

“Oh? What’s that?” Mikey asked.

Raph gave Mikey and Leo a mischievous grin and immediately they understood, smirking right back at him.

“Wha- what’s going on? Why are you all looking at each other like that?” Donnie asked with slight nervousness in his voice.

“Hey Donnie… are you still ticklish?” Leo asked with the biggest smirk Donnie had ever seen on the blue clad turtle.

Donnie looked at the three of them with wide eyes and decided it would be best to back away from them. “NO! no, Absolutely not! Don’t you dare!” And with a final squeak, he made a dash for it.

He knew he would be safe in his lab as he installed a lock system on it that only he knew how to break (Hey, Leo would only continue to break in and touch his things when he wasn’t looking unless he did something about it!)

Unfortunately they were one step ahead of him and already knew about said lock system. When he saw Raph blocking the door of his lab, he knew immediately he was screwed. He chided himself for forgetting that, despite being smart, he was fighting one against three equally skilled fighters and brothers who knew how to get what they wanted.

Accepting his fate, Leo tackled him to the ground, with his face to the floor and his arms pinned firmly above his head by Raph.

“G-Guy please! This isn’t funnyhyhyhy ahahaha!” Donnie protested as Leo began skittering his fingers at his sides. “Oh really Don? Why ya laughing then?” Leo teased.

“Yeah Donnie, you can’t just lie to us like that.” Mikey said, pretending to be upset as he wiggling his fingers into Donnie’s armpits, making Donnies laughter grow, all while attempting to squirm away the feeling.

“Guhuhuys pleheheheahase!!!” Donnie begged. He had to put a stop to this situation before it became so much worse for him.

“Y’know, this laughing is cute and all, but this is nothing like what we haven’t heard before!” Raph complained. “We want to hear the real deal!”

Aaaaaand it just became worse for him.

He knew exactly where this was going and really didn’t want them to follow through with it.

“I suppose it would be ok to remove his battle shell for just this once.” Leo said slyly as he slowly began to try and pry it off his twin.

“WAIT! Leo no! Raph! Mikey! You guys promised you’d never resort to that!”

Donnie began squirming around like crazy, hoping it would make it difficult for Leo to get his artificial shell off. But much to his dismay Leo got it off pretty easily. Donnie shuddered at the air that was licking at his now exposed soft shell.

“We promise that we won’t go too far,” Raph assured him. Even though they loved messing with him, they knew that Donnie hated his shell being touched too much. There was a line in Donnie’s comfort zone, and they knew they shouldn’t ever cross it. He trusted them and they didn’t want to break that trust. It was already far enough that they were ticking him at all while he had an aversion to physical contact.

Donnie squeezed his eyes shut and tried to contain the laughter already bubbling in his chest, as Leo began to trace shapes slowly on the leathery surface of his shell.

Suddenly, Leo began to scribble wildly and rapidly all over his shell, causing Donnie to very much uncharacteristically squeal as he began to burst into loud hysterical laughter.

This was the rare laughter they never got to, but always wanted to hear. Donnie was writhing around as Leo hit every bit of sensitive nerve endings on the shell. At this point he didn’t even need his arms restrained, as his whole body went completely limp. He was too weak at this point to put up a fight.

“Y’know,” Leo said after a while, “you haven’t once complained or told me to stop. Correct me if I’m wrong dear brother, but I think you’re actually enjoying this.”

Donnie’s whole face burned a nice shade of red. “SHUHUHUT UHUHUP” was all he could manage before falling to more laughter.

This went on for quite a while until Donnie suddenly shrieked “BREAK! BREHEHEHAHAK!!!”

Leo, knowing to respect his brothers boundary’s, stopped immediately. He put the artificial shell back on him and got off the poor turtle.

“You ok Donnie?” Mikey asked with genuine worry.

After a short pause, Donnie replied with a grin slowly appearing on his face, “Oh, I will be.” As many tools and devises came out of the battle shell.

Now it was Leo, Raph, and Mikey who were screwed.

[mysteriouslee]

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.

[gaybananabread]

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 (¬////¬)

[jamiesgotchu]

Um so haha hey guys so.

HELLO??????

[justanautisticidiot]

My first fic

Inspiration:

1https://www.tumblr.com/veryblushyswitch/738471981314375680/tinytello-gets-tinytickles?source=share

I just wanted to make the ame thing but with Leo. If it's bad, this is my first fic so it had to be my boy, Neon Leon.

Warnings: Tickle fic if you don't like it keep scrolling. A bit of blood... Sensored swearing.

Let's go!

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Leo's arms were shaking, he bit his lip to stop himself from screaming. He coughed and coughed until he saw blood. It looked almost grey. Unlike the gash on his forehead.

He felt like he was getting smaller he didn't know how but he was... He cast his mind back to what Big mama said before pouring a liquid into the cut:

"You will be to small to fight me next time, ta-ta turtley-boo!"

'Too small...?' The thought rang in his head. He stood up and realised he was as short as the sink.

An exteremly high-pitched squeal left his mouth. Raph came rushing in (nearly breaking the door in the process). Then he himself let out a scream. If no one noticed before, they did now.

"DONNIE!!!" The red clad turtle shouted.

Purple poked his head through the (broken) doorway. "Ye- GASP!!!" RAPH WHAT HAPPENED!?!?"

"Leo's a kid now...?"

▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ Time skip because █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂

▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ I'm a ✨lazy b**ch✨█ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂

"Oh mi gosh!!!" Mikey proceeded to hug the sh** out of little Leon and the "youngest" turtle "accidentally" squeezed Little Leon's sides.

"Mihihikehehe!" The blue one giggled.

The older turtle's hearts melted.

"MihihihiKEHEHE!" The blue one squealed as Donnie traced his finger up and down his neck.

As Leon was giggling his tiny heart out Raph was filming and trying not to scream from the scene in front of him.

As the little one's laughter becam silent the ticklish assult stopped.

"Meheheanies"

▁ ▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ Later█ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂ ▁

Long story short, Leon was back to normal and woke up in a cuddle pile the next day.

[mythica0]

Sounds good!! I’d love something with lee Mikey and either ler Donnie or lers Donnie, Leo and Raph. Maybe Mikey is touch starved and really wants hugs, but then it turns into tickles because Mikey is just too ticklish 💖 Take all the time you need!

Touch starved

🎂: ROTTMNT

🧁: Mikey

🍫: Donnie, Leo, Raph

Summary: Mikey is feeling a little touch-starved . His brothers help him out in the giggliest way possible.

A/N: thanks for the request! My first time experimenting with many lers (and actually describing it, unlike with “old returned feelings” where I didn’t describe much) as well as touch starvation, so, I hope I did well!

TW: Descriptions of touch starvation and negative thoughts . Gets all fluffy at the end though!

Touch starved

There he goes again. Mikey, closing himself off from his family despite desperately wanting to spend time with them. To be close to them. To give them hugs and love.

‘No’ something whispered in his head. ‘You don’t want to give them love. You want to receive it. You’re selfish.’

He sighed, curling into a ball under his covers, hoping to replace the cold that was clawing at his bones.

It was never enough, he was always so cold.

This was why he was hiding. He couldn’t bring himself to be around his family because of his selfish wants.

Donnie is averse to touch. Raph is so busy and stressed all the time. Leo is bad with the emotional vulnerability.

He couldn’t ask them for what he wanted. It was selfish.

Selfish. Selfish. Selfish.

With these thoughts swirling around in his head, Mikey broke into tears.

——————

“Guys, something’s going on with Mikey.” Raph Spoke, his tone serious, after pulling his other two brothers to the side when Mikey left.

“Scoff. You are just noticing this now?” Donnie snarked, an eyebrow raised.

“No. It’s just, I was hoping it would work itself out. You know how Mikey gets when I suggest he’s to young for something.”

“That is a fair point, dear twin-o-mine.” Leo called with a playful smirk.

“Oh, you wanna play that game huh?” Donnie hit ready to leap at his Twin.

“GUYS! Focus. This is about Mikey.”

“Ah. Yes. Continue, dear brother.”

“So, here’s what we’re gonna do….”

Raph proceeded to explain that the brothers were going to go check on him, ask him what was wrong. Reassure him that they wont judge, that they’re there for him, bring him comfort, (and also refuse to leave until he fesses up.)

So, the trio together went to visit their youngest brother.

——————

Through his tears, Mikey didn’t hear the footsteps walking through his door.

“Oh, Mikey.” Raph breathed. ‘Time to do this.’

At the voice, the box turtle lifted his head , then promptly buried again, whispering quietly with a tone of desperation,

“Please leave.”

“Never. We will never leave you abandoned like this.”

“Yeah, Angelo, tell us what’s up.”

A clear invitation. Mikey hesitated.., but took it.

He breathed in a hefty breath before starting.

He explained how he’d been feeling touch starved, but didn’t want to burden his brothers with his utterly selfish desire. He explained why he had closed himself off, not wanting to risk his condition to leak through.

All three brothers hugged Mikey tight.

“Oh, Mikey. For someone with such high emotional intelligence, that was awfully stupid.” Leo said, lighthearted but still with so much meaning.

They stayed like that for a while, unmoving. All the older brothers giving Mikey quiet reassurances.

That was, until one of them squeezed just a little to hard on Mikey’s side.

Mikey squeaked, then promptly flushed and tried to hide, embarrassed by the sound.

Leo, the culprit, smirked, noting his brothers reaction, and repeated the action.

When Mikey squeaked again, the other brothers caught on, their previously confused looks turning into smug smiles.

“Hey Angelo. You know what they say about touch starvation?”

“………That it utterly sucks?” He whispered, nervously.

“Nope, although I have no doubt it does, No, the thing they say about touch starvation is that…”

“the best way to cure it is through tickles!” The older turtles all shouted simultaneously, before starting to squeeze Mikey’s various tickle spots.

“ThaHAHATS nohOt EvEeHen COREHEct!!” Mikey’s giggles bounced and fluctuated as his brothers ‘attacked’ him.

Leo was throughly scratching at his knees, switching up to thigh squeezes Avery few seconds.

Donnie was lightly and methodically tracing across his plastron.

Raph was delivering absolutely evil nibbles with his snaggle tooth on his neck.

“Scoff. It is definitely correct. And you have no room for being a smart-Alec in your situation, Angelo.” Donnie intensifies to scratching for a moment, before returning to the light reading from before.

“GUHUHUYS! QUHUHiT IHIHIT!” Mikey was clutching his sides and laughing his head off. He wouldn’t admit it, but this was helping.

Despite his (fake) pleas, his brothers continued for a moment, before retracting and re-embracing Mikey in a large hug.

“Yohou guhuhuys. Ahare . Mehean.” Mikey panted, voice full of leftover giggles.

“Maybe, but you love us.”

“Ihi guess I do, huh.”

And the orange turtle just hugs his brothers closer.

————————THE END———————————

[sunsetsandsunshine]

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)