#ler!ike

[matchacowbee]

a teaching moment

Idk I got the idea and it has been executed 🫡 hope you enjoy!! 💗💗💗

this is a tickle fic!!!

All sfw!!

Lee! Kyle Lers! Ike and Gerald

Kyle teaches ike about the body leading to an unexpected turn for him

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“And look there Ike, That’s your heart!”

Kyle and Ike sat together on the couch reading a children’s book about the human body. Ike looked at the book in awe, as he placed his hand to where his heart belonged in his chest.

“Do you feel it beating?” Kyle asked the toddler.

“Ooohh!” Ike said as he felt his heart beat against his small palm.

Kyle flipped the page. “Oh, and here are the lungs! They allow us to breathe.”

Ike took a deep breath and smiled up at his big brother. Kyle looked down at him with admiration. He always loved spending time with his little brother. He had his own responsibility to be a good influence for the kid, so teaching him was something Kyle was always excited to do.

“Next page Kyle!” Ike said gleefully. Kyle flipped the next page in the book. This time it was the ribcage.

“Ah, this is the ribcage Ike. It protects your organs like your heart and lungs!” Kyle exclaimed.

Ike cocked his head to the side. “Protect from what?”

Kyle thought for a moment. “Oh, well.. I don’t really know?”

Gerald, who had been watching from the kitchen entryway, decided to chime in with his own insight. “Well Ike it’s rather simple, anything that might pose as a possible threat or harm to your body in that area.” Gerald stated.

Kyle rolled his eyes. “Daaad, Ike isn’t gonna get it when you explain it like that!”

Gerald chuckled at his son. “Oh you’re absolutely right Kyle. Let me put it in a way that both of you will understand.” Gerald made his way over to the couch.

“Here look Ike.” Gerald said as he pointed to Kyles ribs. “They help protect you from anything that might attack from the outside”

Kyle smiled pridefully, as he was being used as an example.

Then suddenly, Gerald held Kyle in his grip.

“Like an attack of the tickle monster!”

“Huh? W-wait! Dad!” Kyle said in a panic as he attempted to squirm out of his fathers hold. Fingers began rapidly wiggling against his sides and ribs. Kyle was totally unprepared for the tickle onslaught. And immediately squealed at the sensations.

“See Ike, I’m “attacking” Kyle, but his ribs protect his organs from me! Unfortunately for him, he’s just very ticklish.” Gerald explained to the toddler as he continued to claw at the older boys rib cage, occasionally darting his hands down to his sides. Kyle let out plenty of laughter and a light pink dusted his freckled cheeks from his dad’s teasing.

“ahAha!! D-dahahad! quihihit ihihit!!” Kyle yelped out with a fit of helpless giggles. He had slunk over closer to Ike, trying to escape. Ike looked at his big brother, fascinated by how his demeanor completely changed. Ike no longer cared for learning about the ribs, but rather how ticklish his brother was now.

Ike hovered a finger above Kyle’s upper abdomen. “I’m tickle monster!!” The 5 year old said, and with that, he began to poke his older brothers ribs.

“Hahahaa!! Staha-stop! Nohohoo-No mohorehee tihickle monsteher!!” Kyle belted out, trying to shove his dads hands and now Ike’s away from him. Gerald then gently grabbed Kyle’s wrists and held them above his head.

“Go on, get him Ike!” The idea of teaching Ike was left in the past, and now it was completely about tickling Kyle. With his dad only holding him down now, the tickle sensations weren’t as intense. But Ike still was on the attack! His little hands squeezed all over Kyle, rather than his ribs alone.

“Hehe! Kyle tickles!!” Ike said, continuing to scribble along his belly and sides.

“Eheheeh!! I-ike th-thahaats nohohot eheven my rihihibs!!” Kyle belted out.

“Kyle’s right Ike, his ribs are here.” Gerald said, as he poked a finger along Kyle’s left ribcage. “Try counting them Ike! There’s 12 on each side. If you mess up you can try again. Don’t worry I’ll hold him down!” Gerald said as Kyle continued to thrash under him.

“N-no dahad!! AaAHA!!” Kyle said as he felt Ike prod him in his ribs.

“Oneee, twooo, thwee..” as Ike went on, Kyle continued to laugh. Even if it was only Ike tickling him, he was still just a sensitive ball of nerves.

Sheila then walked by witnessing the whole situation.

“MOM!! hehe- help meheEe!!” Kyle called out to his mother.

“Me and daddy are tickle monster!!” Ike said, as he squished his brothers tummy.

“Oh come on now Gerald, he’s had enough. Why, look at his face, he’s all red!” Sheila stopped and cooed at the sight for a few seconds. It was nice seeing her boys all get along. She quickly took out her phone and snapped a photo. “Alright boys that’s enough, let Kyle breathe.”

Gerald let go of Kyles hands and Ike haltered his motions. As Kyle was then released from the tickle cell, he quickly moved away from his dad and Ike; heading toward his mother. She motioned Kyle over to give her a hug, and squeezed him tight.

“Always been a mamas boy, that one.” Gerald said, while letting out a quick chuckle before making his way back in the kitchen.

Kyle glared at his dad as he walked away, still holding on to his mother. “I’m too old for the tickle monster now..” he grumbled. He could feel his cheeks burn up again. Sheila looked down at her son and rubbed his back.

“Hm you might feel too old for that, but you know what bubbie?”

Kyle looked up at his mom. “What?”

She pointed a finger back over to the couch. Kyle turned his head and saw Ike quietly reading the book they had previously been looking at. Ike flipped a page, “.. m-muscles!” he said excitedly. Kyle smiled at the sight. All that reading with him really paid off.

Sheila gave Kyle another tight squeeze and whispered,

“You’re never too old to be a good big brother. And you’re doing a great job.”

:3 💗

#south park tickles #lee!kyle #south park tickle #ler!ike #south park ticklefic #south park tickle fic #Ler!gerald

[kiri-mikua]

my bbys

they're in love

#ike just loves his laugh so much :"3 #as usual since soren is my fave #i diagnose him with insanely ticklish xd #ikesoren makes me soft aaaaa #i die #lee!soren #ler!ike #fire emblem tickles #tickling #tickling art #tickles #tickle art #my art

[lovelynim]

Aaaahhhh, I'm kinda late, but congrats on your milestone, m'lady! You absolutely deserve your followers, and we'll always love you and your content <3 ✨🌸

(And also, if you're still taking requests, maybe something with lee!Vox and ler!Ike, if you want? I've been craving it, okay, now I'm feeling nervous to send this, anywaynowi'mgonnagohideagain, ly 💖)

AHHHHHH

Thank you so, so, so much! It means a lot when it comes from an amazing artist such as yourself!!

Also, my dear, even if my blog was deactivated, you are one of the people I would NEVER turn a request down. I'd come back from the dead just to write it.

So, that being said, I humbly offer you this drabble. Hope you enjoy and, again, tysm for the support <3 <3 <3

Ike took a sip from his drink while he heard Vox talking about his last stream. As much as he enjoyed the demon’s company and didn’t mind being his listening, most of that information would simply fall on deaf ears.

“...but then Mysta came out of nowhere and tickled me…”

The novelist used the straw to stir his drink, moving the small blocks of ice when that particular sentence struck him. Ike raised his eyebrows in curiosity, slightly turning his face to Vox. “Sorry, Mysta did what?”

“Oh, like, he came from behind and wiggled his fingers over my waist. It made me let out a really awful squeal,” Vox said, between chuckles, “he caught me off guard and I-”

“I didn’t know you were ticklish, Vox.” Ike interrupted his colleague, placing his glass down while a slight smirk formed on his lips.

“Well, to put it like that it’s an overstatement. I was simply scared wh-”

“Then…” Ike interrupted him again, this time the novelist could tell that Vox knew where he wanted to get with those comments. “Can I test it out?” He spoke softly, holding his hand in front of his chest and slowly wiggling his fingers.

The demon felt a shiver run down his back, swallowing dry at the idea. Yet, he tried his best to put up some calm facade, hoping to talk the novelist out of it. “I don’t see the need for that.”

“And why not? If you are not ticklish, there is no reason to fear.”

“I’m not fearing anything, it’s just thaAHA- Ike! N-nohoh, s-stop it!” Vox choked on his laughter when Ike ignored his words and reached for his waist, pinching it skillfully. As the tinglish feeling spread across his body, the demon quickly held the novelist’s wrist, trying to pry it off of his body.

“Huh… so, Mysta “scared” you like this?” Ike teased, managing to switch to Vox’s side despites the other man’s attempts to stop him. The change of spots made him twist and turn on his chair, trying to battle both the urge to laugh and Ike’s tickling.

“Y-yehehah, now s-stohop it! AhaHAh, e-enohough!” Vox pleaded, trying to lean away from Ike’s hand to the point he was almost falling from his chair. 

“Already? I thought you were not ticklish, Vox. Were you lying then?” Ike pressed the man further, cornering him both literally and metaphorically.

“O-of cohohourse not! Ahahaha, I-I’m not tihihicklish!” The demon protested, being forced to use one arm to support his body while the other kept trying to fend Ike’s assault off.

“Sure thing,” Ike chuckled, finally giving Vox a break. The novelist smugged, picking up his glass again and beginning to stir his drink. “Anyway, finish your story. So, after that, what did- ahm… Vox?”

As he turned to face his colleague again, Vox had a clearly annoyed smile on his face. Ike couldn’t help but slightly lean away from him. “Is… everything ok?”

“Oh, I’m perfectly fine, Ike, but since we are on the topic… how ticklish you said you were?”

“W-what? I- AHAh, V-Vox! WAHAIT!!”

#300 followers #milestone event #drabble event #vtuber tickling #nijisanji en tickling #luxiem tickling #lee!vox #ler!ike #ticklish!vox #voxakuma #akurylic #akumasutra #kinfiction #ikeeveland #ikenography #spicyikey #luxiem #nijisanji en

[skylolawrites]

Mischievous

If you don't like tickle fics, you can go off I don't mind. This is SFW.

In the Nijihouse, Alban and Luca have been annoying everyone left, right and centre, Niji members specially, Vox, Ike, Mysta, and Sonny have been coming up with a plan on teaching these two mischievous people a lesson.

"Has anyone else been targeted by Alban, and Luca's shenanigans?" Vox said with a slight annoyed voice. Ike perked his head up.

"I have been a target, I didn't mind it at first, but I do feel like it has to be something we need to sort out?" Ike replied.

Mysta nodded at Ike's reply. "I know I'm usually fine with this, however I agree with what Ike has said."

Sonny couldn't help to hold back a smile. He chuckled, "I do know how Alban does his silly little adorable shenanigans, and Luca joining, those two are tricksters combined! I'm agreeing with the three of you"

Vox who listened dearly, "Whilst all of you was stating what you was thinking, I had a idea light up. How about we tickle them."

The room was full with silence, as the three jolted at the word "tickle".

"I mean...we can try it! A great idea! We don't even tickle them as much as we should!" Sonny answered back.

Ike beamed. "I think this idea is lovely. We all enjoy it either way!"

Mysta giggled, "I wanna do that!"

Vox chuckled, "Alrighty, the plan has been settled!!!"

Ike checked his phone and saw Luca was streaming. And grinned with a evil smile. "Guys Luca, is streaming.. Alban is streaming... you know what this means.."

Ike and Vox went to Luca's room without being sus. Mysta and Sonny went into Alban's room.

Ike opened the door and all went on Luca's stream. Luca didn't realise this.

🌸Meanwhile on Luca's end🌸

"Alban poggggg, I agree with your message Alban, Chat don't you agree as well?" Luca happily said, looking at his chat.

Chat:

TSKR ALBAN

POG

Alban POG TSKR

Luca laughed. "I know chat, I know! We now should just go to Ike's house. He isn't here, he'll never know!"

Ike behind him raised an eyebrow.

"let's add water all over his HOUSEEE!!" Luca giggled. "And it will be so funny! He won't be able to get out because I've added cobblestone over his house... AHAHAH!"

"oh my god..." Ike thought. As he watched Luca pour water all over his house which was surrounded by cobblestone.

Vox looked at Luca, he couldn't help but smile.

"and best of all is... He'll be trapped and can't do anything about it!" Luca laughed.

"I'll give you something to laugh at..." Ike thought and went towards him starting to tickle his sides.

"and it will be so funHAHAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE AHAHAHAHAHAHA?!!" Luca said, confused.

"Hello Luca! I think you should be thinking about pouring water all over my house." Ike said to Luca with a playful voice.

Vox silently walked to Luca and poked his neck. Luca jolted.

"VOHOHOHOX???" Luca said surprised. Vox nodded. "HOHOHOHOW COHOHOHOME YOU TOHOHIHO ARE DOHOHOING THIHIHIHIS?!?!"

Ike and Vox laughed.

"Remember how you and Alban have been doing pranks to us?" Vox said in a monotone straight faceed

Luca continued to laugh. Vox raised his eyebrow.

"your reactions are fuhuhuhuhuny!" Luca giggled.

Ike, and Vox happily sighed, as Ike adventured back to poking Luca's sides. Luca giggled a lot more. Chat was enjoying hearing their boi laugh cutely.

Luca count hear much of Alban's laughter because he was concentrating on how and where Ike and Vox tickled him. It was also the same for Alban but Mysta and Sonny did it.

As for Alban he can hear Luca's laughter in real life and through the stream. It clicked. He turned around with nervous giggles.

"hehehehehey Sohohohoony and Mihihihiysta..." Alban giggled lifting his right arm on to his head. Mysta and Sonny grinned, waved.

"Hey Alban~ I guess you know what's about to happen cutie!" Sonny smiled and happily started to tickle Alban's arms. Alban's soft laughter started to come out. Sonny smiled, and Alban.

Mysta began tickling Alban's legs, crouching.

"So Alban I know you're enjoying this!" Mysta said in a happy tone. Alan nodded.

"YEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAH!" Alban laughed winking his eye. Sonny patted Alban's head.

"We aren't gonna do to much. I'm sure it's embarrassing for you Albanyan hahaha" Sonny said. Alban sighed and shook his head. "No?"

"Alright thennn!" Sonny giggled. And he saw Alban was not muted on the VC with Luca and tickled Alban more.

"Awwwwww, Albannnnn" Ike cooed.

"So cute!" Vox chuckled. As he rubbed Luca's stomach. And sides. Luca smiled a lot.

"AHAHAHAHA OHOHOHOHONI!!!! MYSHAHAHAHAHA!" Alban laughed hugging them both. Sonny, and Mysta hugged back.

Ike cuddled Luca, as Luca cuddled Ike.

"heyyy where's my cuddle?" Vox asked making the two laugh.

"Come hereee" Luca said, including Vox in the cuddle.

Sonny and Msyta ended the tickling, Alban looked at his chat having hearts and "sooo cute!" He smiled.

"hey Luca I think you should see your chat " Alban said. Luca perked up at hearing his name and glanced at chat. He can feel his face warming up. Ike and Vox also beamed at Luca's chat.

Luca and Alban would probably still prank Sonny, Ike, Mysta, and Vox. The six love each others company. . As Luca and Alban waved to their chat for a goodbye.

Sonny, Alban, Mysta walked to Luca's room and jumped to the others in a warm comfy group chat.

#nijisanji en tickles #niji en tickles #lee!luca #lee!alban #ler!ike #ler!vox #ler!sonny #ler!mysta #nijisanji en

[nosecondivelived]

unsure if this has been done before, but anyways poly ftw

#wednesday addams #bianca barclay #enid sinclair #wenclair #gothbee #sorry if the text is wonky i did it on my phone lmao #ik i mainly post wenclair but gothbee is underrated #sorry wy//ler and wen//vier fans #are those the ship names? idk #love yall but its not for me lmao #wenclay #biansday #i have no idea what the ship name is for bianca and wednesday why r there like 3 different ones😭

[fluffy-ami]

hey!! saw your art reqs are open, so I thought I'd send something in - you can skip, though, or take your time (and take care of yourself - put your needs in front of those of silly internet people) But, if I could request, lee!furina? or her and neuvillette having a tickle fight since I feel like she'd be the only person he'd be comfortable tickling lol

feel free to skip though and really, take care of yourself :) thank you, have a great day <3

Days 1 & 7 - Anticipation & Flustered 🫧

YES FURINA SHE'S SO SILLY OMG- i hope you don't mind some more homosexuals making their appearance on my blog lmao, i just kept thinking about these two 🧚🏻✨ And awwwh you're so sweet, I hope you're having a great day as well!~

(Requests are closed for now, please send no more! ☕)

#genshin impact #tickling #tickle art #ami's art #my stuff #art #ler!arlecchino #lee!furina #arlecchino #furina #augtickletober2023 #tickletober 2023 #300 followers #milestone #nah but furina just has that lee-leaning switch energy in my eyes you know #we need to protect her 🧎✨🌸 #also ik it's november and i don't care #every month is spooky month 🦇✨

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚙𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 ~

·̩̩̥͙＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚𝚆����𝚂𝚂𝚄𝙿 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 🐢❤️)

𝙻𝚎𝚛: 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚑 🐢❤️ (𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝙼𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚢 🐢🧡)

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)

𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚜 𝚋𝚌 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝: @tiggleebug @tmnt-th1ngs @creativecutie @veryblushyswitch @snugglyfluffle @kanene-yaaay @someone1348 @vxlepop @what-youd-expect @turtletimewriting @ziipzeepzop-eez @my-l0v3r-v3rse @skye-minecraftyt-blog @augonot @soft--dragon @titters-and-tingles

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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#Lee!Mikey #Ler!Raph #TMNT 2012 tickle #TMNT 2012 tickle fic #DUDE I LOVE THESE TWO SM #THEY ARE LIKE THE SPRINKLES TO MY ICE CREAM #THE WHIPPED CREAM ON MY PUMPKIN PIE #THE PIZZA TO MY FRENCH FRIES #YKNOW WHAT I MEAN⁉️⁉️⁉️ #LIKE THIS DUO IS JUST PURE SEROTONIN #Writing them was lowkey not that bad #It’s just the tickling parts that took a while 💀 #But we’re gonna ignore the fact that this was supposed to be posted in October ☺️💗 #As you can tell by the title… #I’m also trying to be aesthetic like the cool kids now with the fonts 😎😜😜 #Writing Raph was so freakingembarrassingohymgosh #I feel like I made him out of character #So glad this is posted tho #I needed this OUT of my Google doc’s page #Also I’m sobbing— #The HEIGHT difference in the photo ☹️😖😖😖💕💕💕💕 #Freaking love them man… #Lee!Raph #Ler!Mikey #Switch!Raph #Switch!Mikey #Also don’t mind me referencing my old TMNT 2012 fic 🤭🤭🤭 #Sfw Tickle community #Ik a lot of people think Raph is “mean” to Mikey and blah blah blah #But if Raph comes off as mean here I just wanted to state that I’m not trying to do so

[starlight-write]

POLL TIME!!!!

Okay, I've been inactive for a HOT minute so I figured it's about time I finish some of these requests (which are still open).

There's a Radioapple fic that's been collecting dust in my drafts for a couple months now so that'll be posted either tonight or tomorrow.

In the meantime, here's some of the lovely requests I've received. I plan to write them all eventually, but I think it'd be fun to let you guys decide what I should work on next! <3

I'll leave this poll open for a week and I'll write based off supply and demand. Have fun! <3

#sfw tickling community #hazbin hotel tickle #tickle fic #hazbin hotel tickles #hazbin hotel tickling #sfw tickling #hazbin tickles #hazbin hotel poll #polls #fanfic poll #my stuff #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #lee!alastor #ler!alastor #lee!lucifer #ler!lucifer #lee!husk #lee!charlie #ler!charlie #ler!vaggie #ler!rosie #lee!angeldust #ik these tags are a mess but I want EVERYONE'S input

[tklpilled]

shinobu rubs her eyes. she hasn't gotten much sleep lately, constantly fretting over her growing pile of duties. it's worked out in her favour, at least, giving her a couple days off from — face it — babysitting. she just...hopes the gang can go that long without getting into trouble.

she thanks aoi, placing a bag of mora on the counter as she collects the few groceries she's bought. she decides to take a walk through inazuma city; the crowds aren't ideal, but the scenery is nice, and the weather is perfect. it's a good day for a walk, especially since she's already here.

she hears footsteps approaching from behind, though she doesn't turn around to see. based on the sound, it's not anyone from the gang, so she's at least not having to forfeit her break day just yet. instead, they're very quiet, almost stealthy. she pays them no mind until suddenly there are fingers jabbing into both of her bare sides, and she yelps, just barely catching her groceries before they fall to the ground.

behind her, heizou laughs, pulling his hands away as she turns to glare at him. "morning, shinobu!" he sings, already beginning to back away.

"i'm going to kill you," she growls, cheeks pink though luckily hidden by her mask.

"you'll have to catch me first," he taunts, and breaks into a run before she can reply.

she catches up to him in the outskirts of the city, grabbing onto his wrist and pulling him back. he squeaks, clearly not expecting to be caught so soon. "w-wait, shinobu—!" he tries to reason, deteriorating into giggles as she claws at his sides.

"you do this every time," she says, "it's like you want me to tickle you. you can just ask, you know."

"whehere's the fuhuhun in th-thahat?" he asks, voice shaky with laughter, but since he can still talk coherently she clearly isn't doing a good enough job.

despite his hysterics, she doesn't feel the least bit sorry. he likes it, after all.

#ik i said id be taking a lil break but i actually wanted to write this one #so uhh. here #arty writes #tickle fic #genshin #lee!heizou #ler!shinobu #heishino

[matchacowbee]

here's some sibling tickles :3

I love Kyle and Ike so much <333

I thought this was a cute drawing, I hope you guys like it 🩷🩷

#south park tickles #tickle art #lee!kyle #ler!ike #south park tickle

[mysteriouslee]

Ik Im late again

Day 3 Cuddles

lee!Pavitr ler!Gayatri.

It was bad this time...

Gayatri had a crying Pavitr in her arms, who just returned from battle. Buildings were destroyed and a life was lost. She gently ran her fingers through his hair and occasionally left a kiss on his forehead as she consoled him.

"You know it's not your fault" stated Gayatri.

"*sniff* yes it is, I'm spiderman, I'm supposed to save everyone" said Pavitr.

"I get that but, Pavi you can't save everyone, it's not possible. I know it's rough but sadly that' how the world works" responded Gayatri.

Pavitr took deep breaths as his crying stilled.

"It's just so hard, to have to be the thing that holds many things together" said Pavitr.

"I know, I'm sorry" Gayatri said.

"Don't apologize it's not your fault" responded Pavitr.

Two cuddled in comfortable silence on the couch until a squeak was heard.

Gayatri turned her ever so slowly to stare at the spider teen. Pavitr stared in the eyes nervously.

Gayatri wasted no more time and aimed a raspberry for Pav' neck.

"EEEEHH! GAHAHAYATRI" shrieked Pav.

"Now I'm gonna have some fun with this"teased Gayatri.

10 minutes later

Pavitr was giggling into his girlfriend's shoulder.

Gayatri was wiggling nails on Pavitr's ribs.

"Pleahehehese *snort*" begged Pav.

"Please what, I think there are better words that would help me understand, like maybe your safe word which you haven't stated" teased Gayatri.

Suddenly Inspectod Singh came in, with suspicions in mind.

" So the formula for the equation is y=mx+c, so you find what C is, which is the y intercept- Oh Good day Inspector Singh sir" said Pavitr who was seemingly helping Gayatri study.

Inspector Singh pointed his two fingers at Pavitr then back at himself. "I'm watching you boy" he says before leaving.Once they were sure he was gone, Gayatri aimed a raspberry for his stomach in which Pav had to restrict a scream so Gayatri's dad didn't hear him.

After he left the Singh household, he held his head high with a new postive attitude that Gayatri instilled into him.

#sfw tickling #tickle fanfic #tickling community #sfw tickles #tickle blog #tickle community #spiderman #across the spiderverse #atsv pavitr #gayatri singh #pavitr x gayatri #lee!pavitr #ler!gayatri #Ik Im late but shhh #tickletober

[fluffyskies]

I seen this one post about a tickle belt and stuff that Hatsume made for interaction and Deku uses it to test it out, what if he uses it on Monoma too? And drawing please, thank you sm if you do it! :)

Mhm! Your welcome 🤗

#Mha #my hero academia #monoma neito #lee Monoma #ler Izuku #midoriya izuku #tickling #fanart #ticklish monoma #tickle belt #ik it’s the one from SpongeBob 👀 #fight me #anyway hope you have a good day and or night #Skye’s art #Skye posts

[lovelynim]

Oh I've got absolutely no idea how I missed those! Thank you so much 😭😭

So my idea is a punishment game fic with lee!Ike and whoever else you'd like from Luxiem!

Again, congrats on 400 followers!!! You deserve every one of them, and 400 more! 💓😖

Hi anons!

Ahh, Luxiem is one of my favorite groups to write for because everyone is so- well, you know heheh

I'm really eager to see how this one will turn out ~ who will you guys root for? heheh

“MYSTAHAHAHA!!” Ike howled, trying to protect himself from the restless assault on his sides, but no matter how much he moved, Mysta’s hands simply wouldn’t move an inch from his body.

“Come, Ike,” the detective mused, continuing to press his fingers up and down as if he was playing some sort of musical instrument, “the more you squirm, the worse it will be,” he continued, lowering one of his hands to pinch Ike’s waist.

The novelist threw his head back, only trapping himself more into the detective’s embrace. Each stroke sent a new wave of ticklishness up his body - it was so, so bad!

“PLEHEHEASE! T-Timehe ohOHOUT!” Ike cried out, feeling his cheeks burn with embarrassment of being in such a state during a stream, or was it solely because of the tickling? Either way, he needed to get Mysta to stop.

“Oh, is it?” Mysta hummed, actually sounding unsure about it. “Oh, you are, it’s been five minutes, heh ~” He giggled, lifting his hands from Ike’s sides, allowing the novelist to get away from his grip.

With flustered cheeks and messed up hair and clothes, Ike panted as he tried to catch up his breath, refusing to look at the shameless messages the chat was sending them regarding the kind of noises that were leaving his mouth just a couple of seconds ago.

“Y-you didin’t need to go that hard,” Ike protested, yelling at his genmate, who simply chuckled at the accusation.

“Well, it was my third win in a row. I needed to do something to make the batsu look more fitting, don’t you think?” 

“W-whatever, hmph,” Ike huffed, letting out a small sigh as he tried to fix his shirt. The novelist greeted his teeth, still cursing the chat for picking “5 minutes of tickling” as their batsu for this stream.

“Ohh, you want to keep going?” Mysta taunted with a sly smirk on his lips, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side, “we can always change the batsu, you know? If tickling is too much for you to handle ~”

“Shut it,” Ike hissed. He knew he was taking the bait that Mysta was waving at him, but at that point, he wanted to defeat the detective in his own game. Sitting back in his chair, Ike picked the controller, trying to look as serious as possible after nearly laughing to death moments ago.

And so, both men started another game. Ike’s hands held the controller tightly, betting with his own sensitivity was brave after the disastrous previous results, but he knew it was just as bad for Mysta - he just needed to put that cocky fox back into his place!

The round went on for a couple of minutes. After a series of ups and downs…

#asks #anon #400 followers event #milestone event #nijisanji en #vtuber #vtuber tickling #lee!ike #ticklish!ike #ler!mysta #mysta rias #ike eveland #mystariass #mystart #ikenography #spicyikey #luxiem

[sunriseallium]

Tommy and ranboo

Alliumduo !! My usernamesake !

Now onto the headcannons (you can take this as their c! characters or their cc! personas)

Between the two, it's pretty equal who ends up being the ler and the lee!

They think of every excuse on the planet to tickle each other, "you were rude to me today!" "You must've cheated in that game!" "Well I had to wake you up somehow"

Speaking of the last one, morning tickles are a huge thing between them. One or the other always ends up staying up late sometime during the week, from work or just not being able to shut their brain off, so the next morning and they can't get up and the afternoon is slowly approaching? You bet the other is there getting them out of bed.

Tommy's worst spot is his sides. When him and Ranboo sit on the couch together Ranboo will wrap an arm around Tommy and gently scratch at his side and Tommy just, can't get away because Ranboo is holding him.

Ranboo's worst spot is their ribs. Rib counting game? Instant death, you've got a dead Ranboo on your hands after that.

Tommy is the one to start most of their tickle fights, he is also the one to lose the most no matter how much he argues that he "wins them all". Sometimes he will just launch himself at Ranboo and start going at em, leaving Ranboo no time to prepare for the hands going at his ribs out of the blue.

Anticipation kills Tommy. Ranboo knows this and abuses that knowledge /aff

Tommy's melt spot is soft tickles on his stomach, Ranboo's is gentle scratches on his neck. Melt spots put them both to sleep almost instantly, they use it on each other when one is staying up too late.

This is specifically in canon; Tommy is always confused that no matter how much Ranboo forgets, they always remember Tommy's death spot and how tickling is comforting and makes him happy. It's more instinct on Ranboos end rather than memory per say, they just know they need to cheer up their friend and make him smile.

When one of them wants tickles they don't even have to ask as the other always knows (unless whoever is ler-ing is being teasy and a bit mean). Ranboo will just stand near tommy really quietly and just wait until Tommy catches on. Tommy will just be a bit of a prick or lay on top of Ramboo until he gets the hint.

Didn't have to many but here is alliumduo for your soul 🫶

#mcyt tickle #tickle headcanons #lee!tommy #ler!tommy #lee!ranboo #ler!ranboo #I need to change my writing tag ik I'll get to that later #rens fics

[dannystheone]

Is Kyle the overprotective big brother, where he’s the only one allowed to tickle Ike, or do the other guys tickle him sometimes too? Do he and Stan ever gang up on Ike?

hmm this is interesting, because I can see both being the case here

I can see Kyle getting a little jealous of other people tickling Ike and making him laugh like how Kyle makes him laugh, but that’s supposed to be Kyles job, you know? And Kyle will try and say to Ike “Well I make you laugh harder, don’t I, Ike?” So he’ll usually butt in the middle of the session and be like “Okay, I think you got ‘em!” Just to calm everything down

But I can also see him and Stan hatching master plans on how to get Ike back if he’s been annoying or stealing Kyles toys or something of a similar nature. Stan is over at Kyles house all the time so he’s seen Ike grow up, he’s very familiar with him so it’s not uncomfortable on anyone’s end.

let me know what you think! :)

#danny talks #ask danny #south park #south park tickles #danny hcs #lee Ike #Ler stan #ler Kyle

[sunsetsandsunshine]

~ Ticklish Hands ~ 

HELLO FELLOW PPL! 

THIS FIC IS A GIFT TO THE WONDERFUL @rottmnt-supremacist

Ler: April👩🏾‍🦱💚

Lee: Raph🐢❤️

Warnings: None :)

Summary: Donnie, Leo and Mikey inform April on a little secret Raph has been keeping from her; chaos follows.

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Raph was chilling in his bedroom, listening to music with his headphones on while snuggling his favorite squishmello: Mr. Stripes the Zebra. He was sitting criss-cross applesauce on his red fluffy carpet he put next to his bed a couple days ago.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the side of his curtains. He took off his headphones and put them on his desk. It was most likely one of his siblings…and to be completely honest, was scared for the reason why they would come into his room…not that they would do anything bad of course! It’s just his siblings always found a way to make they’re visits to his room…interesting.

If it was Leo, he probably wanted to show Raph yet another TikTok of the Lightskin Stare trend with Olaf from Frozen that Raph’s sworn he’s seen more times then he’s even breathed. If it was Mikey, he probably wanted to show him another recipe he made. Mikey was getting…creative in the kitchen and wanted to try some different flavors! Like his famous Pickle-Pizza-Chocolate Cake-Ice Cream wrap…sounds delicious, right? If it was Don, he probably was coming in with a 25-26 page slideshow on why Raph should allow him to steal the government's secret stash of uranium…

Don’t ask…

And if it’s April? She probably came in to trash-talk her classmates about how they were just “stuck up rich kids who can’t pull their heads out of their own asses.” Which Raph knows more than 89% of April’s classmates deserve that insult.

Has all those scenarios happened before or is Raph being oddly specific?

Take a guess.

“Come in!” Raph exclaimed, preparing himself for whoever walked into his room.

“Hi Raphie! Your brothers told you your little secret…” April grinned as she went directly in front of Raph, sitting down. Raph cocked his head to the side in confusion. “Wait…what? What secret? Raph doesn’t keep secrets…” The snapper turtle said, putting his finger to his chin and wondering in thought. What secret? 

That time he ate all of Mikey’s leftover birthday cake? No…that couldn’t be it. He was caught red-handed by the birthday boy himself for that one. He has the bruises to prove it…

What about when he stole all of April’s nail polish for himself to try? Uh…no, couldn’t be that either. She actually found him in the bathroom trying to paint his nails with her light blue nail polish: Periwinkle. He knows that blue is Leo’s thing but he must admit he did look pretty good! But he does remember having more colors than periwinkle on his nails, and with April’s help he was able to have pretty nice nails. So that can’t be it.

The snapping turtle wondered, what in the actual shell did my brothers tell her? Because if he himself can’t even remember what kinds of secrets he’s told his brothers who knows what they told his elder sister. And judging by that Cheshire grin April had plastered on her face, it was something really funny he did or really embarrassing. 

“What did they tell you?” Raph gulped, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. April innocently smiled, cracking her knuckles. “Give me your hand.” April said, reaching out to Raph with one of her hands as if she was grabbing something. The snapping turtle hesitantly put one of his hands in hers as she turned it upward so his palm was facing the ceiling.

“Tell me, Raph. Do your hands happen to be ticklish?” April asked, not even waiting for an answer before she scribbled her fingers over Raph’s palm.

Oh.

those.

little.

SHITS. 

Raph was SO going to get them for this later…

“Pfft- Ahahaprihil!” Raph giggled, curling his fingers inside of his palm but only was able to curl them midway as April gently pulled back his fingers, not letting them curl. Raph came out of his sitting position and started squirming; lightly kicking his feet and squirming from left to right. “Stop squirming, Raph. I need to see if this tickles!” April demanded.

“Ihihit dohohoes tihihickle!” Raph yelled, covering his face with his free palm blushing a bit because- really?! Why did she think Raph was a giggling mess right now lightly kicking his feet at her feather-like touch across his palms? 

April then lightly started tracing over Raph’s wrist, causing the snapping turtle to throw his head back and cackle, kicking his legs on the floor trying to get his hand out of April’s grip. “AhahaHAPRIL! PleHEASE!” Raph cried, falling down on his shell due to how much he was laughing which gave April an opportunity to climb on him and scratch her fingers along his sides. 

Raph clamped his hands over his mouth, not wanting to get April satisfied about his reactions to her tickly touches. His sides weren’t even that ticklish! He’s fine. Pfft, tickling? What’s tickling? It doesn’t tickle at all  he’s fine-

April lightly grazed a finger on his shoulders, causing the red banded turtle to let out a girly scream, descending into laughter. 

Well, fuck. 

“There we go~! There’s my laughy Raphie!” April teased, now scribbling back to Raph’s sides. The snapper mentally cursed himself for even letting himself let his underarms be exposed in a situation like this. Because- it’s April. Not that he would openly admit it but she was probably the best tickler of the family. I mean- Look how much he’s laughing right now!

April started slowly moving up and down Raph’s side; only tickling him with her pointer finger on the both of her hands. “AHAHAPRIL NAHAHO WAHAIT!” Raph squealed, trying to push April’s fingers away from his ribs.

“What are you getting so worked up about, hmm big guy? Oho, you didn’t think I was gonna go…there, did you?” April teased playfully, poking near but nowhere close to Raph’s underarms as the turtle let out loud shrieks at the poking. 

“Stop squirming, buddy~! You’re making it really hard to tickle your good spots~!” April smiled, but the tease only worsened the squirming. 

“AhaHaPRIL! IHIT TIHIHICKLES! ReeReEhEEheE! PLeheHEASE!” Raph laughed, shaking his head and kicking his feet lightly, trying to get out from April’s hold. April smiled at the childhood nickname Raph said throughout his laughter, chuckling as the snapper turtles face started glowing a bright red. She hasn’t even been tickling him all that long!

“Stop squirming or I’m going to tickle your underarms.” April threatened which caused Raph to immediately stop thrashing and just laugh his heart out, weakly kicking his feet behind April here and there. “YOhohoHOUR’E tihihiHICKLING MEEHEE! Ihi caHAHAN’T hehelp ihit!” Raph whined as April only rolled her eyes in amusement. 

Suddenly, the second youngest of the Hamato Clan walked into the room, closing the curtain and walking to April, standing next to her, completely unbothered by his brother getting completely tortured by they’re older sister.

“Hey, April. Do you know where Mikey is? I wanted to show him this meme I found!” Leo giggled, rewatching whatever meme he had pulled up on his phone. “Oh! Mikey said that he was going to go to Baron’s place today, didn’t he tell you?” April said turning, her head to Leo but still tickling the sides of Raph’s ribs, switching between pokes and light scratching to keep him in stitches. 

“Ugh! No one ever tells me anything!” Leo groaned, turning his phone off and putting it in his sweatshirt pocket. “Thanks, I’m gonna go bother Dee. See you later, Riri!” Leo chirped, turning around to the exit. “Also, make sure to not kill Raphie over there, okay?” Leo chuckled, opening the curtain and leaving Raph’s room. “I won’t~!” April sang, kneading both of Raph’s thighs behind him.

Raph whined throughout his laughs as he kicked his feet and lightly pushed at April’s hands, trying to get April off of him. “NAhah! StAHAP! AHAHAPRIL!” 

“Raph, you literally tower over me, bud. You could EASILY stop me if you wanted to, but here we are~!” April teased, leaning in closer to give Raph a kiss on the cheek and scribbling her hands all over him tummy. “SHUHUT IHIHIT!” The snapper yelled, gripping his fingers on April’s wrists trying to ceases her tickle torture and then she suddenly…stopped?

“What did you just say…?” April asked, looking Raph dead in the eyes as she slowly started making her way up his sides. Then to his ribs. Now hovering over-

Oh no.

Oh. NO.

Raph couldn’t help but immediately start cackling as his sister's fingers hovered over his death spot: his underarms. He could feel the tingly sensations of her fingers slowly getting closer and closer. Raph tried kicking his feet, bucking her off, pushing her shoulders lightly but she did not move an inch. 

Oh…Raph was completely SCREWED. In the famous words of his second youngest brother: “Eugh boy…”

“AHAHA! WAHAIT WAHAIT WAHAHAIT! IHIHI’M SOHOHORRY!” Raph tried to reason. He wasn’t a scientist like Donnie but he’s pretty sure there’s a 99.9% chance that April’s going to go for his death spot no matter how many pleas he gives.

“Too little, too late, bud.”

April blew multiple raspberries on the right side of Raph’s neck, so much that he doesn’t even know how April isn’t out of breath yet while also tickling his underarms. But he couldn’t worry about that- he had to worry about not dying by the clutches of his big sister and her tickling hands. And ohmigosh did it tickle a whole lot…

And if things couldn’t get any worse, April started now randomly switching the sides of Raph’s neck where she was giving tickly kisses too; making the snapper scrunch his shoulders and shake his head. 

If you know Raph, you know for a FACT that he cannot STAND tickly kisses- it’s the actual death of him. He’s so used to roughhousing (he grew up with 3 little brothers, can you really blame him?) that he’s not used to these feather-like touches. Which makes it tickle so much f*cking more than it should.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Raph cried, hands still holding wrists and she continued her tickle torture. “Please, what little brother?” April asked, before blowing raspberries on Raph’s tummy. “IHIHI DUHUHUNNO!” He screamed.

“AHAHAPRIL AHAHA! PLEHEASE! IHIHI’M SOHOHORRY! MEHEHERCY!” Raph cried, tears building up in his eyes. April got off Raph, knowing the safe-word and lying down next to him on the fuzzy carpet as he caught his breath. “You okay, big guy?” April asked, turning her head towards her little brother. “Ihi’m fihine, sis.” Raph giggled, as April rubbed the ghost tickles away. She then got up to get Raph a glass of water that was on his desk and gave it to him. “Thahahanks…” Raph chuckled as he drank the water

The two eldest suddenly heard a crash nearby presumably in Donnie’s lab, followed by some yelling and shrieking, and…whirring?

“NARDO GET BACK HERE WITH MY GOGGLES!”

“YOU’LL HAVE TO CATCH ME IF YOU WANT THEM, FEO HERMANO!!!”

April sighed at the recus her other younger brothers were making, pinching the spot between her eyes as Raph erupted into laughter by his sister’s reaction. “We can’t leave those three alone for a second, can we?” April groaned, crossing her arms. “Yeah…” Raph sighed, standing up and taking April by the hand, helping her up. “Besides, I need to get revenge on them anyway for telling you I have ticklish hands anyway…” The snapper said, cracking his knuckles as April only chuckled at the statement.

“And don’t think you’re safe from Raph’s Revenge™, Riri” Raph grinned, poking April in the side causing her to squawk and squirm away from the touch. She glared at Raph before playfully shoving him as they exited his room. 

“Oho, I’d like to see you’d try, Raphie.”

——————————————————————— 📢❗️LEE RAPH! LEE RAPH! LEE RAPH! LEE RAPH❗️📢

ALSO…POSSIBLE LEE APRIL FIC??? 👀 

As always, hope you all enjoyed!

#MANSJWJWWNAJJA #AYEEEEEE #TO FICS IN A ROOOOWWWWW #AHHHH #I think I finally know how to use Tumblr now #Lee! Raph #Ler! April #Rottmnt tickle #Tmnt tickle #Rottmnt tickle fic #SFW tickle #Raph deserves all the tickles 2023 #This applies to every version of Raph just so we’re clear ❤️❤️❤️ #Also the boys nickname for April is “Riri” bc I simply said so #Also for anyone that doesn’t know #“Feo” means ugly in Spanish #So when Donnie was chasing Leo and Leo said “Feo hermano” he said “Ugly brother” #Ik a little bit of Spanish from my Dad’s side of the fam + Im taking classes rn at school