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Donatello’s revenge Part 2

🎃Tickletober Day 8- Trapped🎃

Lee: Raph

Ler: Donnie

A/N: I couldn’t skip this day since it’s the only day I imagine Raph in, so I’m posting it today and hopefully day 9 as well.

Using this post👇

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What had happened was Donnie had placed pizza behind the couch. Purposely for his oldest brother to get caught in his trap, and it worked. Raph had his whole upper torso upside down behind the couch, while his lower torso was just hanging upside down above the couch. It’s just a moment of waiting for Donnie to come along, and he did.

“Guys…? Anybody…? Can someone help me?” Raph was a little muffled, but was still audible to the human ears, or turtles, if they have any.

“Hohoho, Dear big brother~ u just walked right into my trap, ain’t that unfortunate?” Donnie pounced on the sofa, making the red ninja turtle shudder.

“Donnie?! Listen, we can talk about this, right?”

“No way, I’m here to make u suffer~”

“AGH!! HELP!!”

“No one’s inside, Raphael. I told them that they’re was a new restaurant selling pizza and that me and u will meet them half way.” Donnie started squeezing his big bulky calfs.

“AGH!! DOHHOHOHOHONNIE!!! PLEHEHEEHEHASE!!” Raph squirmed w/ little room he has left.

Donnie scraped and scratched all over the turtles thighs and calf’s, teasing along the way, “For someone who looks tough, u can be taken down by me just squeezing these meaty calfs alone.”

“DOHOHOHOHOHN’T TEASE ME!! AAHAHAHAHHAHA HELP!! SOHOHOHOME ONE!!!!”

“U can scream, u can yell, u can shout, no one w/in a 10 mile radius will hear u. No matter how loud U are, it’s just me tickling u for however long it takes for Dad, Mikey, and Leo to continue to find a restaurant that doesn’t even exist.

“UHUUUHUHUH ARE SOHOHOHOO EVIL!!”

“What part, that I tricked u into being tickled against ur will? Or I sent our dad and brothers on a wild goose chase?”

“BOHOHOHOTH!!!”

“What ever do u mean? I thought u liked being tickled.”

“WHAHAHT MAKES U SAY THAT?! OHOHOHOHOF COURSE NHOHOHOT!!!”

“Well, for starters, u never told me to stop~”

“SHIHIHIHIT!!”

“Dw, I think it’s cute u like being tickled.”

“STOHOHOHOP TEASING ME!!”

“Nah, Idt I will.” Donnie started rapidly squeezing his thighs.

“NOHOHOHOHO NOT THERE!!”

[luveline]

hey jade baby if you feel up for it, i'd love some good old fashioned eddie fluff. just him and r being so dumb and lovesick would heal me 😭

hope this is OK, thank u for requesting! fem!reader, 1k

It's not often you'll allow yourself the indulgence that comes with sitting on Eddie's lap. He'd been laying there with a book open on his chest for an hour or so, foot bobbing gently to music while you got ready for bed. 

He's a one and done kind of guy, scrubbing, brushing his teeth in the shower. You take things slower. It's nice to sit at the bottom of his bed with your toner and your moisturiser, hand occasionally straying to his calf as you apply. 

When you finish, you look him over with an unrushed affection, just thinking about him. Him and you, how he makes you so, so happy. How gentle he can be. How fun. 

You climb over his lap and sit down carefully. One leg on either side of him, weight on his lap. He looks up from his book, jaw soft, hair a damp mess of curls around his head. 

"Hey," he says, smiling. 

"Hey." 

"You look very soft," he says. He raises a hand to test it out for himself, fingertips gliding down your cheek. "You are soft." 

You hum happily and lean down to rub your cheek against his. He closes his book, wrapping his arms around your back without ceremony but not without love. His arms feel strong. It's a cliche and it's true. His forearm stretched over your shoulder, his bicep muscle rigid against your side, he's steel-armed as he holds you to him, rubbing his cheek up into yours. 

"Nobody tells you about this part of getting a girlfriend." 

"Wrestling?" you joke. 

"The quiet nights. Why does nobody talk about how awesome it is to get to do nothing with someone?" 

"I guess doing nothing sounds boring." 

"We have all these photos of the places we've been but we spend way more time together. We should take a photo, could we?" 

"Yeah, we can take a photo. I think it's because we get to do this all the time, but the concerts and stuff are once in a blue moon," you say, "they're special. That's why we take loads of photos there." 

"This is special to me," he says.

You give him a soft kiss. "Me too."

"Where's the camera?" 

Eddie leans off the bed to search for the camera from the nightstand drawer. It's a kodak disposable he must've nearly filled with photos of you both together. You love getting them developed to see how many bad photos you've taken. Mistimed poses, ugly kisses, smiles in flashes so bright you can't see his nose. "You gonna kiss my cheek?" he asks. 

"I always kiss your cheek. You kiss mine," you suggest, sliding down next to him on the sheets to lay on your side. You look up at his arm as he raises the camera. 

"I like how it feels," he says. He presses his lips to your cheek. 

You try to smile nicely at the camera. Eddie presses the button. The flash blinks and blinds you, prompting a laugh as you turn your face to him and almost break his nose. 

Eddie gives you a second kiss for your bravery. "We need another one."

"What for?" 

"For me. 'Cos I want it."

You wrap a hand around his neck, smushing your cheeks together. "We do look nice together." 

Eddie readjusts his face by yours. You can feel the moment he smiles, his hair tickling your neck. His free hand looks for yours and you twine your fingers together. Like his arms, his hands are firm, strong. Smooth palms, callused fingertips from obsessive guitar playing for days at a time, his thumb the same, but always really gentle as he strokes over the ridges of your knuckles. He holds your hand and you know you're with someone who loves you.

"Say cheese," he says. 

You smile with teeth. Eddie does the same. 

"Ugly one?" he asks. 

"I think I just took one." 

He grabs your face and pulls it to his lips, nose tip bent and lips eager to put your statement to bed. "Never," he says, kissing the same spot, two, three times in a row. "You can't take an ugly photo. S'impossible." 

You relax into his touch and let yourself be kissed. "What are we gonna do for the ugly one?" you ask. 

"Finish big. Tongues out, for sure." 

He sticks out his tongue, you put up bunny ears behind his head, and you're having so much fun you don't realise the pages of his paperback getting crushed between you both until Eddie's trying to nose at your neck and a thick tearing sound rings like a bang. 

"Oh, shit," you say, trying to gauge his reaction.

"Can't be helped," he decides, grabbing the book and setting it on the nightstand with the camera, turning a blind eye to the cover as it flops onto the floor. "Come here, I haven't kissed you all day." 

"You kissed me ten seconds ago," you say, soft, knowing exactly what kind of stunt he's about to pull.

"It feels like days," he says, in the tone of someone who knows he's being cheesily romantic, rolling in bed so he can rest his chest on top of yours. 

His hair blocks the light, and his face takes up your entire view. Your hand climbs up his chest slowly, riding the curve of his shoulder to his neck, your index finger tapping his jaw. 

When you're with him like this, you feel just like he said he feels. All these quiet moments are special. More so when he drops down to give you a kiss, holding your face in two loving hands.