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T-Word

(sfw tickling, tce$t and feti$h ppl DNI!!)

Leo can usually say the word ‘tickle’ but can't bear to hear it. So Donnie decides to torment him with it.

Lee: Leo💙

Ler: Donnie💜

“Oh man, that tickled me,” Donnie chuckled after watching the funny video. He and Leo had been watching random videos together, and he saw a bit of pink blush spread across Leo's face.

Donnie hid a grin, acting as if he was smiling at the video.

I always forget, Leo can say that word but he can't stand hearing it.

He glanced at Leo, who was now focused on the video again and laughing.

This is gonna be fun.

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Leo was losing his mind.

Everytime he was around Donnie, he heard it!

“That tickled my funny bone.”

“That looks ticklish.”

“I'm tickled pink!”

“I'm sure that would tickle!”

“Hah! That tickled me!”

And he was going crazy from it! It was putting him in a massive Lee mood, and he was losing his mind.

Seriously! Why was he saying it so much!?

Leo huffed, trying to scroll on his phone in peace and ignore the giddy mood he was in.

“Oh hey, ‘Nardo,” Donnie greeted, grinning.

“Hey Dee,” Leo said, not looking up. Don't say it! Don't you dare!

“Whatcha watching?”

“Just some random videos,” Leo shrugged, scrolling idly.

“Those always tickled your fancy, didn't they?”

Leo's face turned pink and he squeezed his eyes shut, before finally snapping, “Would you stop that!? You're being mean!”

“Stop what?” Donnie asked, attempting to feign confusion but he couldn't hide his smirk.

“You know what you're doing! You keep saying it!”

“Saying what?” Donnie asked, raising a brow.

“You know what you're saying!” Leo snapped, pointing an accusatory finger at Donnie, “Don't play dumb!”

“I really don't know what you're talking about,” Donnie said with a shrug, walking away.

Leo glared, huffing as his face burned and his sides tingled. It was so stupid!

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“Oh I be that tickled your funny bone-”

“Enough!” Leo squeaked, face completely red, “Stop saying it!”

Donnie grinned, “What?”

“You keep saying t-ti,” Leo stammered, trailing off for a second as he face flushed more, “You keep saying the t-word!”

“And what word would that be?” Donnie asked with an evil smirk, “Hmm, oh I know, it's. . . tickle, right?”

Leo glared through his flushed face, his twin was evil.

“But worry not, dear brother of mine,” Donnie said, getting up and towering over Leo, who was still on the chair, “I will not leave you hanging!”

“Wha- HAHAHAHA!” Leo cackled as Donnie dove forward and started tickling his thighs ruthlessly, “DEHEEHEHEHE!”

“What's wrong, Leo!?” Donnie laughed, “Does it tickle?”

“NAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAP SAHAHAHAYING IHIHIT!” Leo squealed, grabbing Donnie's wrists and trying to tug his tickly hands away as he cackled.

“No can do, Lee-o!” Donnie said, squeezing and tickling Leo's thighs, “Tickle tickle tickle tickle!”

“NAHAHAHAHAHA- I CAHAHHAHAHAAN'T!” Leo squealed, laughing hysterically.

“Can't what? Can't say the word?” Donnie teased evilly, “I'll stop when you say ‘It tickles!’”

“NOHOHOHOHO!” Leo shrieked as Donnie started tickling at his hips and sides, “DEEHEHEHE! IHIHIT TIHIHIHI- NAHAHAHAHA I CAHAHHAHAHAAN'T!"

“Yes you can, ‘Nardo,” Donnie teased, jabbing his fingers into Leo's underarms and making the slider shriek, throwing his head back from laughter, “Just two little words~!”

“HAHAHAHAHA! AHH HAHAHAHA! SNRT-! DOHOHOHONIE PLEHEHEHEASE!” Leo cackled and snorted, squirming and trying to tug away Donnie's hands as he started scribbling down his sides.

“Just say it!” Donnie laughed, “It tickle tickle tickles~!’

“NOHOHOHOHO!” Leo squealed as the tickling sensation doubled from the word, “WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!”

Leo shrieked as Donnie started tickling at his tummy, “DOHOHOHONIE! NOHOHO- IT'S SOHOHOHOHOHO BAHAHAHAHAD!”

“Would you say it tickles, hmm?” Donnie teased, skittering his fingers on Leo's belly.

“NAHAHAHA! DOHOHOHONIE! NAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHRE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE!” Leo squealed as Donnie tickled his tummy mercilessly, “DEEHEHE!”

“You gotta say it!” Donnie laughed evilly, wiggling his fingers on Leo's tummy, “Say it!”

“IHIHIT- NAHAHAHA-! TIHIHI- TIHIHIHIHCKLES!” Leo shrieked, eyes squeezed shut with happy tears and face turning bright red as he yelled it.

“Thought so,” Donnie laughed, poking Leo's stomach one last time and making the slider shriek before he finally pulled away.

“Why?” Leo complained between giggles, scrunching up from the phantom tickles and giggle-high.

“Why not?” Donnie teased, bringing Leo a glass of water, “Next time I'll say the ‘T-word’ more.”

“Shuhut up!”

Tickletober Day 1- Anticipation

Okay, here we go! I don't think I'll put gifs or pictures for every day, because I'd run out pretty quick, but we'll see!

Lee: Leo

Ler: Donnie (kind of?)

TW!: SWEARING!

"Ahem! And now, I present to you.. A new chair!"

Leo gasped, running over to where his purple brother stood, and ran his hands over the fabric on the new invention Donnie had just given him. "A chair! Ohh, now I don't have to wait for Dad to go to the bathroom to use his!"

Donnie smirked, hands clasped behind his back as he basked in his twin's approval. Well, the chair had a liiittle more to it than meets the eye. Donnie watched as his brother went to sit, then brought a small purple remote from behind him.

"Oh, Leo. As you know, I like to go above and beyond to make my gifts exceptional. Hence, I have added many features for your comfort." Leo, already leaned back in his seat, eyed the remote with curiosity.

"What kind of features? Oh! Can I recline it like Dad's?" A short chuckle came from the tech genius, and he pressed a button. Soon enough, the chair did infact lower, so that now Leo was facing the ceiling. "Yes, among many other additional things. With this baby, comes two cup holders, a foot rest, and.." he trailed off, having demonstrated each of the things he listed off. "a massage option."

The sword-wielding teen sat up, the chair rising with the click of a button to follow his movement. The leg rest went back down, and the slider noticed the mechanisms in which his legs were in. There were slots that each limb laid in, along with a smirk from his brother. All of a sudden, something was triggered in the machine, and the slots were now shut with his legs in them, along with more latches on the sides of his shell.

"I have specifically designed the chair to your assets, as well as sensors to detect movement. In a moment, I'm going to turn it on. It is very very important that you completely relaax. Two 'very's." A quizzical look overtook Leo's face. He tried to lean forward, but his shell kept him firmly in place. His legs were immobilized, and it seemed all he could move were his arms and head. The slider looked to the other. "Hey Donnie? How come I can't move?"

"The chair is designed to be as relaxing as possible. Therefore, once it is on, you won't need to move. Here, allow me." Donnie flipped a switch on the remote, and something shifted in the leg area of the contraption. It was now that Leo had become more conscious of his twin's body language. Don was acting.. strange. Like he was keeping something from him.

His suspicions were interrupted as padded metal came into contact with his legs, and it was now that Leo realized that the "massage" wasn't really planned to relax him. Eughhh boy.

"Wait- Donnie, no. You- you can't do this to me! I'm your hermano, your brother!" He tried to pry himself out with his arms, but it was no use. The blue-themed turtle looked at his brother with pleading eyes as panic settled in.

"Whatever do you mean? I'm merely trying to provide comfort and happiness to my oh-so-lovable brother." Donatello held up the remote, moving his finger excruciatingly slowly towards another button.

Leo panicked, trying to do anything that would result in his escape. He couldn't retract into his shell, he couldn't pull his legs out, and he was 90% sure that Donnie wasn't planning on releasing him just because he asked. Well.. 10% means he still has hope, right?

"DON! Donnie please, I'll do your chores for a week! Don't do it!"

Donnie only chuckled. "Oh Nardo, I'm afraid there's nothing you can do." His finger lowered the rest of the way, switching something that was sure to bring hell to his brother. Leo just about screamed as an unbearable tickling sensation shot through his entire body, the entirety of his legs being pressed into in light, circular motions.

"GyahaHAHAHAH!! OHOH SHIHIHIHIT!"

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There we go! I know that there's really only t-wording at the end, but the theme was 'anticipation', so worry not! There will be more!

I got the idea for this a little bit ago. One of my childhood friends had a leg massaging chair, and the memory just recently resurfaced. My first thought was, 'Oh yeah, Leo would absolutely die if he was forced into one of those.' so yeah! I'll put a picture of what I mean below.

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Tickletober Day 23- Sweet

This is a Rise fic! Also, I can't believe I have to say this, but this is NOT Tcest! Please DNI if you support that.

Lee: Mikey

Ler: Raph

TW!: None!

Raphael adored many things. Cute things, particularly. Things like teddy bears, pets, and flowers.. but his favorite thing was baby brothers.

Now, for such a big guy, it seemed hard to imagine he'd be good with such delicate things, but he really did his best not to overdo it in the strength department. There were times when he went a bit overboard, yes, but that never stopped him from loving all of the precious things in life.

Right now, the thing bringing him absolute joy was his youngest brother, Mikey. The box turtle was laying in his lap, belly-up with his arms held over his face. Raph had only been teasing when he had first skittered his fingers across the other's stomach, but the startled squeal it came with was too cute to resist hearing more of.

If it were another brother in his hold right now, he wouldn't be able to so much as a squeeze to the side without getting attacked, but all Mikey was doing was giggling happily, his arms hiding his face and keeping him open. Maybe, the reason was that the artist had been up all night watching scary videos again, and wanted someone to comfort him. Or, maybe it was because Donnie had gotten tickled by Leo after breakfast, and the turtle just wanted in on the fun.

Whatever the reason was, Raph wouldn't question it too much, and just enjoy the silly sounds of the younger's squeaks and laughter. The snapping turtle veeery gently switched from his fingers to his claws, dragging them slowly down his brother's sides.

Mikey yelped, body arching a bit when the nails reached a bad spot just above his hips. Raph smiled, resisting the urge to squish his sibling's cheeks, which were pushed up so far up on his face the elder was almost worried it hurt. The orange-themed turtle twisted to the side, squeaks interrupting his laughter.

"Rahahaph! EEK!- Ihit tiHIhicklehes! HehEHEH!-"

But, yet again, the younger eventually rolled back into his original position, readjusting his arms on his face. Raph propped his knee up a little bit higher, cooing at the adorable action. He crawled his fingers up, slowly climbing higher on the smaller's ribcage. Mikey giggled louder the higher his brother went, until he was hiding the rest of his face, voice cracking slightly from the pitch it was at.

"D'aww, does Mikey like the tickles?" Raph murmured, before kneading into the other's underarms. The artist shrieked, wiggling around in the elder's lap, feet kicking out. "NAHAHAH! EEK!- RAHAHAHAPHIHIEEE!"

"What? Is my baby bwother too tickwish?~ Tickle tickle!" The younger's hands moved from his face, flapping at his sides. Raph was on the verge of a cuteness overload, seeing his sibling's cherry red face, and teary eyes as he laughed.

"NOHOHO- EEK!- DOHOHON'T SAHAY THAHAHAAT!"

Mikey threw his head back in laughter when his ribs were squeezed instead, hands retreating back to his face. "RAHAHAhahaph, dohoHON'T!- EEK!-"

Raph smirked. "Whaat? Don't say tickle? Ahhtickletickletickletickle~" The younger shook his head as he flailed uncontrollably, nearly launching right out of the snapper's lap. "Your laugh is so sweet, Mikes!"

The box turtle squealed, trying to curl up when a raspberry was placed on his belly. "NAHAHAH- RAHAHAAPHIIIEE!" Raph had to push the other's legs down as he blew another raspberry, almost getting knee-d in the face. "Aww, Raph just wants to eat ya up!"

Mikey's arms went flying down as soon as he felt teeth latch onto his side. "AHAHAHH! EEK!- NONONOHOHO, NO NIHIHIBBLEHES! RAHAAAAPH!"

We NEED a new season dude.

New rottmnt comic update among many other iterations for the 40th anniversary comic coming out next week!

It’s been trending pretty recently…

IM LATE WTH 😡

Anyways, happy 2012 anniversary! These four will always have my heart, and have been my entire childhood!!! 💙💜❤️🧡

HAPPY MUTATION DAY

I watched the '03 movie yesterday, 'Turtles Forever', and LOVED IT!! It was super silly and gave the last bit of closure I felt like we needed, but uh.. they used the t-word TWICE. And in one part, MIKEY WAS TICKLED OFF SCREEN. LIKE- WHAT?? 😭😭😭😭

I just got a notif that you liked my post?! Omg thank you! This just made my day!

Hi! No problem, I'm glad to have made an impact on your day!! 😁😁

Tickletober Day 20- Tease

This is a 2003 fic! I'm really feeling the tiredness from writing every day, but I think I've got it in me to do the rest of the month. I've been wanting to write for lee '03 Donny for a while, so I guess this is my opportunity!

Lee: Donny

Ler: Raph, Mikey

TW!: None!

"Oh Don!~ I need help with the tv, I think it's broken!"

"Not again, Mikey.. This is the fifth time this week!" The purple-themed turtle sighed, standing up from his desk and walking over to where his brother sat, hand stabilizing his crossbody bag as he jumped down from the platform.

"Let me see what the problem is.." He moved to the back of the many television sets, checking outlets and wires for any disconnections or fraying parts. His eyes narrowed, following a wire to its respective tv, and paused, confused when nothing seemed to be wrong.

"Hmm, I'm not seeing any issues.." he walked back around to where the youngest was, startling as he saw Raph there was well, arms crossed as he looked at the blank screens. "O-Oh, Raph! When did you get there?.."

The elder shrugged. "Heard Mikey over here complainin' 'bout the tvs not workin'." He tilted his head, running a finger along the top of one of the screens. "Thought ya fixed them the other day.." Donny sighed, nodding. "At least I thought I did. Apparently, they keep breaking. I just don't know what's wrong with them."

A whine was heard from the orange-clad. "Are you saying you can't fix it? Donnn, I need tv!"

"Shaddup, Mike. He hears ya.." the sai-user hushed, turning back to his more reserved brother. "Surprised to hear even the all-time genius is havin' a tough time. Too much stress, Don?" the elder teased, but the last sentence has a tone of concern to it. Donatello's cheeks went pink, and he began fiddling with his fingers. "Uhm, I don't know.. Everything's going just fine, so-"

"You sure, bro? You look a little flushed."

The olive-toned mutant stuttered a little. He always did get nervous rather easily.. Mikey scooted over to his genius brother, hands clasped together as he stared up at him with puppy-dog eyes. "Pleeease fix the tv! I'm begging you!"

"O-Okay, Mikey. Stop that, I'm doing my best." The youngest latched onto his leg, clinging tightly onto the limb, leaving Donny to try and step away, unable to do so with the new weight. The nunchuck-user nuzzled into his thigh, still babbling out pleas to have the television fixed. At the contact, the scientist's mouth pulled into a smile, pushing gently at the younger's head.

"Ah! No, thahat- tihicklehes!"

"Please fix it!"

At that instant, Donny crumpled to the ground, still trying to get his brother off of him. "Ooh, you'd better listen to him, Don. He sounds serious."

Mikey didn't let go, pressing his face into the other's knee instead. Donny yelped, kicking out at the feeling. "Wahait! Dohon't, I- Hehey!" Raph had sat behind the purple-themed turtle, snatching his arms up and pulling them above his head. "Get 'im, Mike. I don't think he's listenin' to ya."

Mikey giggled, letting go of the older's leg, only to sit on his waist and poke at his torso. "Pay attention, Donnyyy!" The turtle scrunched his nose up, giggles interrupting his words. "Rahaph, don't emcourahage hihim! Ahah!"

"Encourage what? I'm helpin' ya with yer listenin' skills." The elder of the three teased, leaning into his brother's ear, making him squeak and scrunch his shoulders up a bit. "Noho, you're nohot!"

"Oh, so now I'ma liar. Don't be so rude, Don." The elder darted his arm down, now only using one hand to hold up his brother's, squeezing at the side of his neck. The bo-staff-user squealed, throwing his head to the side and flailing about.

"Hahah! NO- I dihiHIdn't sahay tHAHAT!" He squawked as the youngest began kneading his ribs, twisting and turning to try and fight the ticklish sensation. "Yeah? Then what did ya say?"

Donny's brain was frazzled, the buzzing feeling at his neck and ribs were mixing up his thoughts. He couldn't even remember what he said! "IHI- I fohorgot! Stohop it!" His entire face was dusted a shade of pink, eyes closing at the intimidating sound of his brother's voice.

"That's what I thought."

There was a moment of dead silence, both turtle's hands stopping, before Don saw Mikey share a look with the other. Before he could even utter out an apology, four hands were drilling into his sides. It took only a split second for his now free hands to dart down, but it made no difference to the ticklish agony he was plunged into.

"HAHAHAH! GUHUYS,- SNRK- STOHOHOP! HAAH!"

A loud snort escaped from his mouth, making the youngest snicker as he continued wiggling his fingers into the squishy flesh of his sides, unprotected by a shell. "Gee, Don. Think ya can fix the tv now? I wanna watch some shows with Mikey ov'a here."

The scientist stomped his feet on the hard ground, elbows trying to press down over his sibling's hands to cover himself, but the tickling didn't stop. "YEHEHES! YEHES, IHI'LL TRY TO-HAHA! IHI'LL TRY!"

Mikey groaned, blowing a raspberry in the middle of the elder's plastron. "I don't want you to try, I want the it to work!" Donny squealed during the entirety of the raspberry, curling in on himself and bucking frantically until it was over.

"OHOHOKAHAY! OKAYOKAY! IHI'LL FIHIX IT!"

That got the youngest to stop, but Raph only shot his hands up, squeezing the muscle in the back of his armpits. Donny screeched, face bright red as he laughed, arms slamming down, only trapping the ticklish feeling. "RAHAHAPH!"

"Alright, fine.." The red-themed mutant slipped his hands out of his brother's underarms, hoisting him up into his lap with a bear hug. "C'mere, brainiac.."

Don slumped into the hold, panting slightly as he caught his breath. He moved his head to the side, pushing Mikey away with his foot when he tried to grab onto his leg again. Instead, the nunchuck-user knee-walked around him, and sat next to Raph, who pulled him into the hug as well.

The three smiled, peacefully sitting together for a moment, until Mikey checked the time.

"My show is on in ten minutes!"

The purple-themed mutant sighed. "I'm on it.."

ON A BETTER NOTE, I DID IN FACT SEE THE TMNT 40TH ANNIVERSARY COMIC THINGIE! AND I LOVE IT!!! FREAKING- IM FOAMING AT THE MOUTH AT THE RISE! DESIGNS, THE 2012 STORY- ALL OF IT!