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tobysbliss · 2 years ago

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family

summary: nothing, just c!sbi

we pretend the lore didnt happen here

c switch!tommy(he/xey/they), switch!revivedbur(he/they), c switch!technoblade(he/him/they) c switch!philza(he/him)

strictly platonic THEY ARE FAMILY. SHIPPERS & N$FW DNI

word count: 4,034

this is my first time writing a fic including techno since june 14 2022

this is ALSO my LONGEST fic ive ever written! After 5 months it is FINALLY HERE🥲

THIS IS THE C! CHARACTERS!! except it isnt really lore based

c!sbi my beloved

Phil could, for the first time in what felt like forever, say he felt at peace.

All three of his children —technically, only one was actually his son, but he treats them all as such— were in the other room, and Phil could vaguely hear what was going on as the door was cracked open. He could hear them messing around and laughing like they were kids again. Phil had been so stressed lately, but his family being together again had wiped it away. There was a small smile on his face, he hadn’t even noticed.

It was a very loud shriek that broke the avian from his thoughts. He quickly rushed to the room, swinging the door open with a look of panic. It was quickly switched with relief as he realized what was happening.

Wilbur had Tommy trapped in his lap, the blonde squirming and kicking relentlessly as his older brother scribbled all over his stomach while Techno gently squeezed up and down his thighs. “GUHUHUYS!”

Phil stood in the doorway, waiting to see if he’d have to step in or if any of them would notice he was there. He watched as the youngest tried, and failed, to push away the hands of his brothers through his pleas.

“Something wrong, Toms?” Wilbur smirked, switching to pinching up and down Tommy’s sides.

“Yeah, you’re laughing an awful lot. Did we say something funny?” Techno’s smirk matched Wilbur’s.

“YOHOU’RE TIHIHICKLING MEHE!” The blonde went limp in Wilbur’s lap, then realizing Phil was in the doorway. “PHIHIL, HEHEHELP!”

And there was his cue. He stepped into the room, spreading his wings to get the attention of the twins. It worked. They both ceased the tickling, looking up at Phil. Tommy just curled up and hid his bright red face behind his hands.

“Oh, hey Phil!” Wilbur grinned innocently, elbowing Techno in the ribs as a silent way of saying to do the same. Which he did, after flinching with a muffled “ow.” He slightly waved to Phil.

“Hello Wilbur, hey Techno,” Phil crossed his arms, looking down at his sons.

“Mind explaining this?” The avian gestured to Tommy, who was still curled in a ball and giggling —assumingly from the ghost tickles.

“Hm? Oh, we were just messin’ with our little brother, ‘s all,” Techno smiled, bringing one hand to prod Tommy’s side which caused xem to flinch and giggle even more.

“Yohou tried to kihihill mehe!” Tommy whined, getting up and speed-walking to stand next to Phil, who wrapped his non-damaged wing around the teen.

“Don’t be so dramatic, Tommy! Besides, we all know you like being tickled anyway.” Wilbur’s innocent smile turned into a smirk when the younger blonde’s face went bright pink. Xey opened their mouth to protest, but they couldn’t seem to find words to say so he just shut his mouth.

“Well, they’re not wrong on that one, mate.” Phil smiled, bringing up his wing to brush along the back of Tommy’s neck for a second. Xey ducked away and went back to sit in between Techno and Wilbur, light giggles pouring from their lips.

“You aren’t exactly safe here, either, Tommy,” Techno spoke flatly, but he had a smirk on his face as he gently spidered across Tommy’s stomach, emitting a squeal from the younger.

“Why ahaham ihi always the taharget!?” He whined, scooting closer to Wilbur and curling in on himself. It took everything in Wilbur’s power to not coo out loud.

“Probably because of how ticklish you are,” Wilbur stated like it was an entirely normal sentence. Tommy sat up straight and immediately started yelling.

“Everyone in this fucking house is ticklish, not just me!” Tommy exclaimed, exaggerating xeir statement by talking with their hands. Phil shrugged, silently saying “fair.” Techno, however, gave a look of disagreement.

“Everyone?” Techno repeated. “I’m not. I don’t even react to it.” Tommy tilted his head like a confused dog.

“Bullshit! Look!” Tommy sprung up and tackled Techno down. The pinkette immediately started fighting back, the two of them rolling on the ground trying to get the upper hand while Wilbur and Phil watched. It ended with Tommy keeping Techno pinned down, holding his wrists away so he couldn’t fight back.

“Tommy, don’t evEN-“ Techno cut himself off, pursing his lips and squirming as Tommy clawed at his upper ribs through his shirt, the fabric doing absolutely nothing for protection. Tommy had a wide grin, Techno’s struggling being very evident.

“Laugh for me, Techno!” Tommy yelled before ducking xeir head down and blowing a raspberry on Techno’s neck. That broke the damn, high pitched huffs of laughter emitting from the pinkette below the teen.

“Tohohohommy! Gehet awahahay!” Techno pressed his arms down more, trying to scrunch up his shoulders but failing with Tommy’s head in the way.

“You really walked right into that one, mate,” Phil commented with a small chuckle, Wilbur giggling at the scene next to him. He snuck a few pokes to Techno’s side every now and then to see him jolt and complain, “Wihilbur!”

Techno free’d his hands, pushed Tommy off and scooting to sit 5 feet away. “That wahas not necessary.”

“It was very necessary, in my humble opinion,” Wilbur grinned and brought his knees up to his chest, wrapping his arms around themself. “Seeing the big, tough Technoblade get taken down so easily by tickling will always be amusing.”

“Big talk for someone who screams from a mere poke to their ribs,” Phil piped up, walking over and kneeling next to Wilbur to poke at his upper ribs— to which Wilbur, well, screamed at.

“PHIL! Fuhuck off!” Wilbur backed away, moving closer to Tommy and “hiding” behind xem.

“You think I’ll protect you?” Tommy turned to look at Wilbur. “Hell no! It’s your turn, dickhead!” Tommy quickly turned around and pushed Wilbur down, easily pinning them and digging xeir fingers into his ribs. Wilbur shrieked, grabbing onto Tommy’s wrists and trying to push them away.

“TOHOHOMMY, NOHO!” Wilbur threw his head back, their body jolting when he felt a hand start squeezing at his side. It was Phil.

“I think it’s time you’ve had a turn, yeah? Come on, mate. You were just making fun of Techno for how ticklish he is, but I’d say you’re even worse.” Phil spoke casually, bringing his hand down to pinch and drill his thumb just barely above Wilbur’s hip bone. Wilbur screamed louder than any of the other three boys had ever heard, and again when they felt another hand scribbling under one of his knees.

“NOHOHO! NOHOT AHAHALL OF YOHOHOHOU!” Wilbur covered his face with his hands, trying to hide the growing red hue that spread quickly across his face and muffle their laughter at the same time. “PLEHEHEASE!”

“Aw, Wil, you’ve gone all red!” Tommy exclaimed, which made Wilbur’s face become an even darker red. Xey snuck a hand under Wilbur’s shirt, and lightly traced the scar on the brunette’s stomach. Wilbur squealed, grabbing onto Tommy’s arm and actually getting them to stop. The blonde slightly jumped, suprised that Wilbur actually got him to stop. At the pause, Wilbur quickly turned the tables on Tommy and got xem on the ground. The two started wrestling, both of them fighting for the upper hand as Phil and Techno now watched.

“I’ll bet a stack of emeralds Tommy loses,” Phil muttered. Techno turned to look at the older.

“Deal.”

The two watched as Wilbur and Tommy wrestled, both very dead set on getting the upper hand. It ended with Tommy being pinned down, followed by shrieks of laughter as Wilbur started scribbling all over xeir stomach.

“NOHOHO!” Tommy grabbed Wilbur’s wrists as he threw his head back. “PHIHIHIL! TEHECHNO! HEHEHELP!”

The two men in question looked at each other, back at the scene in front of them, and each other again. They gave each other a look that said “Oh, we’ll help alright.” And then, they both waited a second before pouncing. Techno tackled Wilbur, and Phil went for Tommy. This is not what exactly Tommy had in mind when xey called for help, but at least Wilbur was getting what he deserved at the same time.

Wilbur was caught entirely off guard, landing on the ground next to Tommy with a yelp. “Techno-!? What the fuhuck are you dohoing?”

Techno quickly pinned Wilbur’s hand’s under his knees, but he was careful enough not to hurt them. Techno didn’t speak a word, yet. Phil did the same to Tommy.

“Well, Tommy asked for help. So we’re helping,” Techno deadpanned with a small smirk before vibrating his fingers just above Wilbur’s hip bones, getting a loud shriek out of the brunette.

“I meant both of you go for WilbuhUHUHUR— PHIHIL!” Tommy shrieked at near the same pitch as Wilbur once Phil snuck a hand under Tommy’s shirt, started spidering all over xeir stomach and brushing his wings up and down their sides.

“TEHEHECHNOHO! FUHUCK OHOHOFF, MAHAN!” Wilbur pulled for his hands to be free, but they were weakened from the tickles, therefore failed inevitably.

Techno pretended to think for a moment, as if considering the “request.” “Hmm.. Nah, I think I’ll pass. This is quite adorable, to be honest. Might do continue for a while.”

Wilbur felt the heat rise to his face, he swore it had gone bright pink just then. He whined in embarrassment through his loud laughter.

Tommy was stuck in his own tickly heaven hell. Phil had his wings targeting their neck and ears, which alone would make him melt and giggle away. But Phil also had a finger dipped and wiggling around in Tommy’s navel, the other fingers digging and scritching around it, and his other hand scribbling and squeezing xeir hips. It was torture. Did they love it? Yes. Was he still gonna call it torture? Also yes.

“THIHIHIS IS TOHOHOHORTUHURE!” Tommy tried to free xeir hands, he really did try. But he was weak from the tickles and how hard he was laughing, so he made no progress in freeing them.

“Don’t act like you don’t love it, Toms~!” Phil grinned, bringing a hand to pinch at his ribs for a few seconds before returning to their hips. Tommy’s face was the same shade of pink as Wilbur’s.

Wilbur struggled through shrieks of laughter, trying to free his hands. Techno laughed at him, but then Wilbur actually free’d his hands. They immediately grabbed Techno’s forearms, pushing him off and pinning him down. Well fuck.

“YEHEHES, WIHIHIL! GEHET HIHIHIM- AAHAHAH!” Tommy shouted, shrieking as Phil blew a raspberry directly on xeir navel.

“Let’s see how you like it!” Wilbur exclaimed, vibrating his fingers in the gaps between Techno’s upper ribs.

“WihihIHILBUhur!” Techno whined through laughter. Now, Techno wasn’t insanely ticklish— the least ticklish one out of SBI. But it was still pretty bad, to him.

“TechnoOooO!” Wilbur mimicked, giggling to himself as he suddenly shot his hands to Techno’s underarms, drilling into the hollows to elicit a small scream, small snorts following after.

“That will never get old,” Phil commented, smiling as he noticed Techno’s ears go red. Then he got an idea. “Say, Tommy, do you snort like that?”

He knew the answer; yes. But he wanted to torture the kid.

“NOHOHO!” Tommy lied, trying to get Phil off of xem before he could do anything. Phil raised an eyebrow.

“Really? Alright, so I’ll go ahead and just—“ Phil cut himself off as he wiggled a finger in Tommy’s navel, causing the younger to squeal as snorts peppered through his laughter. Phil grinned, “Jesus, you and Techno really are brothers, aren’t you? So cute, honestly.”

“Shuhuhut uhup, Phihihil!” Techno thrashed around, desperate to get Wilbur off. But now he was more determined— to get Phil for that ‘cute’ comment. He’s Technoblade! He isn’t cute, he’s intimidating! Scary! Mean! Not cute!

“Christ, Techno, I thought you were a pig, not a buhull.” Wilbur laughed, struggling to keep the pinkette pinned down.

Techno reached over, squeezing Phil’s side which caused the eldest to fall off of Tommy out of surprise, giving xem a break.

“Gotcha!” Techno grinned, pushing Wilbur away and tackling Phil before he could escape. “Laugh for the laugh god, old man!” Techno exclaimed before digging his fingers into Phil’s stomach, scribbling and pinching around the spot and smirking as the man fell into a fit of high pitched laughter. Tommy snickered at the sight before him.

“Yeah, how do you like it, bitch!” Tommy exclaimed, leaning over to poke Phil’s side, but xey were pulled back before they could do anything. Damnit.

“Isn’t this nice, Toms? Those two are busy, now I can get some quality time with my little brother!” Wilbur exclaimed over Phil’s cackles before tasering the younger blonde’s sides.

“WIHILBUR! Nohoho!” Tommy attempted to squirm out of Wilbur’s grasp, but was quickly weakened as the brunette blew a raspberry on the back of xeir neck.

“Why not? Does it tickle too much? I’ve barely done anything,” Wilbur teased, sneaking a hand under Tommy’s shirt to scribble at his bare stomach, relishing in the squeal that emitted from his brother.

Phil was having his own “problem” with Techno, desperate to escape this tickly heaven hell, but Techno was stronger than the man and so he was trapped. “TEHEHECHNOHO!”

“Yeah? What’s up old man? Something botherin’ you?” Techno’s voice was monotone as always, but there was a slight tease to his tone as he vibrated his fingers between the gaps of Phil’s ribs.

“YOU KNOHOW WHAHAHAT’S WROHOHONG!” Phil cackled, slight wheezes escaping from how much he’d been laughing.

“Do I?” The pinkette smirked, leaning down to blow a raspberry on Phil’s neck, eliciting a squeal.

“Wihihil! Lehet mehe gohoho!” Tommy whined through giggles as Wilbur traced shapes into the sides of xeir stomach.

“I’m hardly doing anything,” Wilbur chuckled, “But I can do worse. I think I will, actually!” Without warning, Wilbur blew a raspberry onto Tommy’s neck and dug his fingers into xeir stomach, scribbling and spidering around the sensitive skin. Tommy screamed.

“WIHIHIHIL! NOHOHO THIHIS ISN’T FAHAHAIR!” Tommy squirmed, trying to wiggle their way out of Wilbur’s hold, but it was no use. Wilbur was far stronger than xey were, especially right now.

“Are you trying to escape from me?” Wilbur raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so, giggles. You’re trapped in my tickly, tickly grasp~!” Tommy’s voice went bright red, the brunette’s teasing tone was insanely flustering.

Wilbur rested his chin on Tommy’s shoulder, blowing air on the blonde’s ear before whispering, “Tickletickletickle!” Tommy’s ears flushed the same shade of red their face had, letting out a whine at the tease.

Tommy’s arms were trapped, but they could somewhat reach behind him. And he did, latching onto where Wilbur’s back meets their sides, and lightly squeezed the spot as much as he could. Wilbur let go of Tommy to remove xeir hands, and Tommy fell forward. “TOHOMMY!”

Wilbur looked up at Tommy, narrowing his eyes at the younger. “Oh you want to fight? I’ll give you a fight, you little prick!” Wilbur exclaimed before tackling Tommy down, the two of them rolling around on the ground and fighting for the upper hand. Both poking and prodding different spots to attempt to weaken the other, high-pitched giggles emitting from the both of them.

The fight did not end, however, it switched to the two of them tickling each other at the same time. Tommy scribbled over Wilbur’s back, occasionally pinching at the backs and sides of their ribs, and Wilbur was poking and squeezing around Tommy’s stomach and sides. The two shrieked out curses and protests at each other, wide smiles on their flushed faces.

Techno looked over at the two rolling around on the floor together and grinned, “You two are adorable.”

“Ihi wihIHIHILL KIHIHILL YOHohou TOHOHOMMY! Bahastahard!” Wilbur squealed, getting hold of one of Tommy’s wrists and holding xeir arm above their head before using his free hand to vibrate his fingers on Tommy’s underarm. Tommy shrieked, immediately falling defenseless and bringing xeir free hand to push away Wilbur’s— which resulted in Wilbur now having hold of both of Tommy’s hands.

Wilbur quickly pinned Tommy by sitting on xeir legs, holding their arms above their head with one hand. “You messed with the wrong person, Toms~” Wilbur teased, grinning evilly as he saw the teen’s widened eyes and bright red face. “Now you will face my wrath of tickles, you little prick!” He quickly lifted Tommy’s shirt, blowing a long raspberry right in the middle of xeir stomach. Tommy screamed, and Techno paused his torture to Phil to look over.

“Are you trying to murder him?” Techno questioned, a smirk on his face when he saw the state of the demon hybrid below Wilbur.

“I said I would!” Wilbur exclaimed before leaning down to blow another raspberry, directly on Tommy’s navel.

“FUHUHUCK, WIHIHILBUHUR! NOHOHOHO!” Tommy shrieked, squirming left to right and bucking xeir hips as much as possible. It was torturous. He loved it… but torturous.

Phil had practically melted on the floor, being given a break by Techno. He himself was unsure if he could take anymore tickles; he was pretty tired by this point. He noticed the pinkette about to start again.

“Tehechno- nohoho mohore..” Phil was quiet, luckily Techno had very good hearing and he let up, getting off of Phil and sitting next to him. Maybe the good hearing wasn’t very good for Techno himself, given the high pitched screeching coming from Tommy right next to him as Wilbur continued to wreck the youngest of the four.

“PLEHEHEASE WIHIHIL!” Tommy bucked his hips more as Wilbur brought down their hand to pinch and drill his thumbs into both of xeir hips. Tommy started trying to push Wilbur away, so the brunette quickly pinned Tommy’s hands under his knees. He was careful not to hurt Tommy in the process.

“Aww, is it bad?” Wilbur teased, “Thought you were a big man, Tommy! Surely you’re strong enough to handle a little bit of tickling, right~?” Tommy shook his head frantically through shrieky laughter and giggles, kicking his legs as much as he could with Wilbur sitting on them.

Wilbur brought up one hand to dig their fingers into Tommy’s ribs, vibrating his fingers in the gaps and pinching at the bones. His other hand switched between pinching at Tommy’s hips to scribbling over xeir stomach. “THIHIS IHIHISN’T FAHAHAHAIR!”

Wilbur smirked, “It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish.” He leaned down to blow a raspberry on xeir neck before whispering in their ear, “Tktktktk~” The brunette’s smirk turned to a grin as he watched Tommy’s blush spread to his ears and down his neck.

“Flustered, Tommy?” Techno commented from beside the two, gently pinching Tommy’s side and chuckling when xey flinched with a small squeal.

“FUHUCK OHOHOFF!” The youngest shrieked as Wilbur blew another raspberry on their stomach.

“That’s not very nice, Toms. Be nice to your brothers,” Phil spoke up with a small smile on his face. Tommy whined as now everyone in the room was against him.

“THEHEHEY’RE BEHEING DIHIHIHICKS!” Tommy tried to free his hands to bring his arms down. Xey were desperate to defend themself from this torture. Wilbur had his free hand scribbling and digging his fingers into Tommy’s stomach, he wasn’t being too rough so that it wouldn’t hurt, only tickled. Badly.

The demon hybrid squeaked as there was a soft, feathery feeling on his neck— Phil’s wings. The mixture of gentle and rough tickles were almost unbearable. “OHOhoh fohOHOR FUHUCKS SAHAKE! PHIL!”

“You haven’t once said stop, Tommy, we know you love this~” Techno teased lightly, smiling at the flustered state of the younger as he delivered a few pokes to xeir side.

“Look at him, all red and flustered! Awh,” Phil cooed, scribbling his fingers against the side of Tommy’s neck.

“Xey’re so ticklish, it’s just so adorable. I may not be able to handle it, I might explode from the cuteness.” Wilbur joked to Techno and Phil, slowing the tickles as the three of them talked about Tommy as if he wasn’t even there. This flustered Tommy more than it should have.

“Ihihi aham RIHIGHT hehehere!” Tommy giggled out, finally freeing their hands to push Wilbur’s away and cover his face.

“Oh, I’m sorry Tommy. Do you need all of my attention on you? You need more tickles? Is that it? Hmm~?” Wilbur teased, poking at Tommy’s stomach and allowing xem to keep their hands free. Under one condition.

“How about we play a little game,” Wilbur grinned, eyeing Techno and Phil. The two immediately understood what he was about to have Tommy do. Wilbur gently grabbed Tommy’s wrists, focusing back on him as he lifted their arms. “You keep your arms up like this, and you can’t let them down. Or else.” They spoke in a teasing tone, his grin forming more into a smirk when the look on Tommy’s face mixed with panic, excitement, and flusteredness. Xey nodded, already trembling at the sight of Wilbur, Techno, and Phil with their hands in the shapes of claws. He’s so dead. A dead man. Gone.

Wilbur looked at him with a look that said, “Ready?” Tommy nodded again, squeezing his eyes tightly shut and taking in a sharp breath to brace himself, but it wasn’t much help as he immediately shrieked at both of Wilbur’s hands digging into xeir stomach, scribbling and pinching and tasering against the sensitive skin. Techno soon followed, squeezing up and down Tommy’s thighs and occasionally scribbling beneath their knees. Not a good day for Tommy to wear shorts. Phil joined in, his wings brushing against Tommy’s neck and ears while he used his hands to pinch and scribble on xeir sides and ribs. This was entirely TORTURE.

“GUHUHUHUYS!” Tommy screamed, his arms shaking as he struggled to hold them up. How was he expected to do this!? They could have at least made it easier for him!

“THIHIS IHIHIS UHUHUNFAHA- AAHAHA WIHIHILBUHUR! NOHOHOHO!” Tommy shrieked, kicking his legs as best as he could and bringing down their arms to shove at Wilbur’s head as he blew a long raspberry on xeir navel, then taking a breath before going back to nibble on their stomach. Tommy’s laughter fell silent for a second as he threw his head back, immediately screaming again before falling into laughter once again. He could hardly speak, really only making out the words “FUHUHUCK!” and “NOHOHO!”

Wilbur obviously noticed that Tommy brought his arms down, but he also noticed how his laughter had fallen silent for a moment then grew to be raspy as the boy could barely even speak anymore. He wasn’t going to continue, not roughly. He gestured for Phil and Techno to stop as he let Tommy go. Wilbur immediately pulled Tommy to a hug, gently rubbing his back as a gesture of comfort and resting their chin on xeir head. Tommy breathed heavily as he buried his face against Wilbur’s chest, taking in big gulps of air as he began to relax in Wilbur’s hold. Phil cooed out loud at the two.

“Did I, or, we, go too far, Toms?” Wilbur asked, his voice gentle. Tommy shook his head no.

Eventually, Tommy looked up at Wilbur. His face was bright red, dried tears on their face, now with a small smile and still squinted eyes. Wilbur couldn’t help himself;

“Awwh!”

Tommy hid his face again out of embarrassment, yelping as Wilbur stood up and moved Tommy to carry xem bridal style. Techno placed a hand on Wilbur’s shoulder as he got a look at the teen in the brunette’s arms. He smiled fondly.

The four men all silently agreed on just relaxing in the main room of the house. Tommy stayed huddled close to Wilbur, clinging to him like a koala to a tree branch.

He may have been tired —all four of them were, honestly, but Tommy especially—, but that didn’t stop him from delivering a few pokes to the three men he was surrounded by, smiling at the small yelps and muffled giggles from each of them.

He deserved at least a little revenge for all of that, right?

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zaris-tickle-blogs · 6 months ago

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Soooo for all the Techno Fans (from the tickle community)

Who all is going as Techno for Halloween

can we get some Ler Dead Techno going into different people's dreams and tickling them so they would let him go in rest in peace? people like, Tommy, Tubbo, Phil and other DSMP or OSMP characters that he was friends with?

I need people to share Ideas with me so I can do more Lee and Ler fics with his character (can I also get some tickle fan art for him so I can do a slide show and post it on here)

#ler!techno #ler!technoblade #technoblade #lee!technoblade #Lee!Techno #lee!tommyinnit #lee!tommy #lee!philza #lee!phil #dream smp tickles

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covenofwives · 2 years ago

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Challenged myself to a redraw.

#dsmp tickle #lee!dream #ler!techno #covenofart

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guesswho873 · 2 years ago

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Uhhhh okay so I hear requests are open again and uhhhh…..I’m craving lee Wilbur lately, so how about lee Wilbur and ler Techno, in game of course, and uh it’s for the silly art requests :3

sure... and i am sorry for being this late...

thx for @nekoma-not-lee for requesting and being very very patient (sorry for the long wait)

#dsmp tickle #mcyt tickle #gwho?art #lee!wilbur #ler!techno #ler!technoblade #lee!wilbur shoot

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finnlers · 1 year ago

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i kinda wanna start doing sorry boys/sbi stuff (maybe genloss too if thats cool) so likeeee send asks about that if u guys want some ig (i am trying to boost my blog bro and also this just sounds rlly fun ive been wanting to talk about sorry boys for a while so send asks and stuff)

#sfw tickle community #sfw tk community #lee!ranboo #ler!ranboo #lee!slimecicle #ler!slimecicle #lee!wilbur #ler!wilbur #lee!philza #ler!philza #lee!tommy #ler!tommy #lee!techno #ler!techno #ler!sneeg #lee!sneeg #send asks #please i need to boost my blog so bad help me

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chaosalwayswins · 1 year ago

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Daaaam... I haven't been here for soooo long guys)))

Buuut! I recently scrolled my old arts and I had an idea to redraw one of them. So yeah my first tickle art for, I think, a year or maybe more.

(the old one)

#tickle #tickling #tickle art #my art #lee!techno #lee!technoblade #ler!phil #ler!philza #ler!ranboo #they are so softie I can't!!

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interlagosgrl · 4 months ago

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🎃 kinktober - day seventeen: degradação com matías recalt.

— aviso: degradação duhh, menção à sangue, violência física, penetração vaginal, sexo desprotegido.

— word count: 2,6k.

— nota: estamos mais na metade do mês!! e o desafio segue de pé (orgulho de mim mesma, pra ser honesta).

as geladas gotículas de suor que desciam pela sua nuca causavam uma sensação gostosa em comparação à temperatura escaldante da boate. você evitava abrir os olhos, gostava de curtir o efeito do álcool de olhos fechados para que batesse mais forte. as mãos na sua cintura eram das suas amigas, encostando os seus corpos nos seus, dançando a música techno como ela devia ser dançada: loucamente.

"preciso de beber mais!" uma delas gritou para outra e, você que estava no meio, não deixou de ouvir.

"eu também." você abriu os olhos. já estava bêbada para um caralho, mas precisava de mais. até que esquecesse que o cachorro do seu chefe tinha a tratado como uma qualquer naquele dia. depois de te humilhar na frente de todos em uma reunião com uma empresa parceira, ele tinha tido a pachorra de te tirar das negociações por você ser muito "sensível".

sua amiga a puxou para o grande bar que exibia luzes quentes no canto do cômodo. você ajeitou o vestidinho azul que usava, os descendo até o meio da coxa. você provavelmente já tinha pagado um pouco da bochecha da bunda, mas e daí? ninguém parecia estar interessado o suficiente.

"um sex on the beach." sua amiga pediu.

"dois." você gritou para o barman.

"três." sua outra acompanhante se debruçou sobre o balcão, tentando cantar o atendente bonitinho.

estava prestes à xingar a sua amiga por ter atrasado a produção dos drinks quando seus olhos bêbados encontraram ele. estava o cabelo cortado em um mullet bagunçado, usava uma blusa de botões preta e tinha um sorriso travesso nos lábios que te fez arrepiar. e o pior: ele estava olhando de volta. ergueu o copo de cerveja que bebia e te deu uma piscadela.

você piscou embasbacada com a audácia do filha da puta. era Matías. seu ex-namorado que havia terminado com você por mensagem de texto há alguns meses atrás. você tinha sofrido como uma cachorra porque ele fazia o melhor oral de toda sua vida e sempre te fazia gozar, coisa que quase nenhum homem conseguia. e claro, ele era engraçadinho e carinhoso do jeito que você gostava.

sempre te levava para dançar e beber com os amigos dele, para jantar em lugares exóticos e vocês tinham uma intimidade natural e muito bonita. você não tinha problemas quando se tratava de Matí, porque ele sempre estava de bom humor. e de repente, um dia, tinha acordado estranho quando você o chamou para o café. depois de dizer que almoçaria com alguns amigos, nunca mais voltou. a mensagem tinha vindo só de madrugada, colocando um fim no relacionamento.

quando você se deu conta de que estava devaneando e seus olhos se focaram novamente, ele havia ido embora. você xingou baixinho e bebeu todo o líquido do seu copo de uma só vez. você iria dar a noite por encerrada para ir para casa vomitar e chorar pelo encontro repentino seu ex quando uma mão pousou na sua cintura.

"vai ficar olhando e não vai pagar nem uma bebida?" era Matí, com as mãos na sua cintura. ainda tinha usava o mesmo perfume misturado com o cheiro do cigarro. a cerveja complementava o cheirinho de perdição. você o olhou sobre os ombros como se ele fosse uma mosca pousada na sua pele.

"é que não dá pra mandar bebida por mensagem. não é por lá que você se comunica?" você comentou, um sorrisinho de falsa educação delineando seus lábios.

"ai não, nena. não me diga que não superou essa coisa boba." ele fez um beicinho, tocando sua mão para levá-la até os lábios dele. você estremeceu ao sentir os lábios gelados e molhados nas costas da sua mão. "eu era muito novo e muito bobo."

"todos os homens são." você arrancou sua mão dele, voltando a olhar para o bar que tinha se tornado de muito interesse. conseguia ler até mesmo o rótulo das garrafas de bebida para ignorá-lo.

"eu não sou muito cavalheiro." ele confessou, chamando o bartender (o que não estava beijando sua amiga) e pedindo duas doses de tequila. "mas, por você eu finjo ser porque você está muito gostosa nesse vestidinho que eu te dei."

você sentiu o ódio te consumir. nem tinha se dado conta de que usava o vestido tubinho que Matías tinha te dado como presente de aniversário (o único que vocês tinham passado juntos). tinha se tornado uma peça frequente do seu guarda-roupa. ele sempre adorava quando você usava e a noite sempre terminava em sexo. e ele nunca tirava o vestido do seu corpo.

"você é sempre descarado assim?" ele arrumou um espacinho do seu lado. agora vocês dois estavam um de frente para o outro, se encarando. Recalt tinha um sorriso cafajeste nos lábios e você tinha um biquinho de raiva. "não tem medo de levar um tapa?"

"não. eu tenho tesão em apanhar de mulher bonita." ele deu um dos shot para você, bebendo o dele de uma vez. você o mimetizou e sentiu a cabeça tontear. Matías sorriu. "está mais bonita do que antes."

"e você está mais baixo e mais insuportável." você bebeu o restinho do seu drink doce para não vomitar o líquido forte que tinha acabado de rasgar a sua garganta. por um segundo, você até achou que seria cômico se você vomitasse em Matías.

"mas 'tô mais pirocudo." ele pegou sua mão mais uma vez. desta vez, ele tinha um plano: te levar até a pista de dança até que você se esquecesse que o odiava. sua amiga te olhou com uma cara de reprovação, embora que não fosse intervir. você era grandinha, já sabia cuidar de si. "vai dançar comigo, não é, nena? sempre fomos bons nisso."

sua mente brilhou com a melhor ideia de que você já teve na vida. iria fazer com Matí o mesmo que ele havia feito com você: provocá-lo antes de deixá-lo na mão. um sorrisinho de divertimento surgiu nos seus lábios e você viu o argentino se animar.

"claro, Matí. vou dançar com você pelos velhos tempos." você o puxou para pertinho. você colou o seu quadril ao dele, os braços ao redor do pescoço do argentino. as mãos dele acharam a sua cintura com facilidade, apertando-a do jeitinho que você gostava. você rebolou, deu um sorrisinho para ele, um beijinho na bochecha e então se virou de costas. e aí que o show começava. roçar sua bunda contra ele tinha virado questão de honra e em poucos minutos você dançava como uma profissional. descendo, subindo, indo para frente e para trás. as mãos do Recalt corriam por todo o seu corpo e você até deixou que ele desse uns tapinhas na sua bunda de propósito. "sabe, eu queria muito fumar um cigarro. pega um copo d'água pra mim?"

a carinha de animado desabou. ele queria continuar dançando, você sabia. a ereção que ele tinha na calça o entregava. talvez fosse o jeitinho dele achar que te levaria para cama e você tinha estragado tudo. mas, como Matí podia negar você pedindo como uma princesinha? ainda mais quando você tinha o perdoado e provavelmente iria para casa com ele.

"te encontro na área dos fumantes." você sorriu depois que ele concordou silenciosamente, deixando um outro beijinho na bochecha dele.

você não queria fumar, mas tinha que fazer jus. então bateu no ombro de um dos fumantes da área externa pedindo por um cigarro e um isqueiro. você só não contava que ele ia ser um gostoso. se apresentou como Símon, colocou o cigarro na sua boca e o acendeu enquanto te olhava.

"estás sola?" ele pergunta quando você dá o seu cigarro para ele para que ele também fume.

"depende das suas intenções." você brincou. não estava nos seus planos fazer aquilo com Matías, mas Símon era um homem tão bonito que você teve que repensar. e enquanto você fazia o seu charminho, te puxou pela cintura e te deu um beijo que te fez delirar. as mãos seguraram sua cintura com força, a língua deslizava sobre a sua com talento. você quase se esqueceu de Matías, se ele não tivesse puxado sua cintura para que você se separasse do homem.

"vai ficar beijando outro na minha frente como uma vagabunda, é?" ele sussurrou no seu ouvido, te puxando para longe de Símon que fingiu que nada tinha acontecido para não arrumar briga.

"que foi? a gente não namora." você pegou o copo de água na mão dele, dando um grande gole. você viu os olhos de Matías brilharem de raiva, um sorriso incrédulo estampando a sua face de moleque.

"entendi. 'tá tentando me punir pelo o que eu fiz né, nena?" ele cruzou os braços, te olhando de cima à baixo. seu vestido tinha subido de novo e ele podia ver a calcinha branca que você usava. o corpo ardia num misto de ciúmes e desejo. ele tinha se arrependido de ter terminado desde que a viu naquele maldito bar. "veni acá."

Matí segurou um dos seus pulsos com força. te arrastou por toda a pista de dança sem nenhuma gentileza. você trombou com algumas pessoas que te olharam feio e quando você estava para reclamar que ele estava a machucando, ele abriu uma porta escondida e te jogou pra dentro. somente quando ele acendeu a luz do ambiente, você viu que estava num banheiro para deficientes.

"você me machucou, seu viado." você olhou para o próprio pulso avermelhado antes de dar uma bolsada nele. ele te empurrou de volta, fazendo seu corpo bêbado balançar. um tapa estralado atingiu a face do argentino e o banheiro caiu em silêncio. antes que você pudesse se desculpar, Matías te jogou contra a parede e te beijou com muita força. a pressão dos lábios dele nos seus era quase insuportável.

sua bolsa caiu no chão e ele prendeu os seus braços rente ao seu corpo. o beijo era desesperado, hostil e te fazia estremecer cada vez que ele investia no ato. dava para sentir o ódio. ele não tinha gostado nada de ver outro homem com aquilo que já tinha sido dele. suas mãos encontrara o peitoral de Recalt, o empurrando para trás com toda sua força.

"você me larga e agora quer ter ciúmes?" a pergunta saiu em um tom ressentido, mas Matí ainda forçava o corpo dele contra o seu e mordia seu pescoço como se quisesse arrancar um pedaço.

"cala a porra da boca e me dá essa buceta. você sabe que quer desde que me viu." ele te puxou para cima da pia com uma força que você desconhecia que ele tinha. suas pernas foram abertas e com facilidade, Matí arrancou sua calcinha branca e guardou no seu bolso. você não sabia o que queria. se queria dar para ele ou chutá-lo no meio das pernas.

decidiu que ficaria com a primeira opção quando ele puxou o seu vestido tomara que caia para expor os seus seios e abocanhar um deles, mordendo o seu mamilo com força para te punir pelo seu comportamento anterior. suas costas arquearam e você grunhiu alto, não se preocupando com o barulho uma vez que a música ensurdecedora da balada não parecia acabar nunca. as pernas rodearam o corpo ex-namorado, o puxando para mais perto, roçando a intimidade descoberta sobre o pau rijo escondido pelo tecido jeans da calça.

"você sabe que foi por isso que a gente terminou, né?" ele afastou os lábios dos seus seios, as mãos focadas em desabotoar a calça e descer o zíper, arrancando o pau para fora da cueca. você ignorou o discurso alheio, dando uma espiadinha no membro que amava tanto. estava exatamente como você lembrava: grossinho, rosado e babado. "porque você é uma vagabunda que não consegue ficar em um relacionamento. sempre quer fazer uma gracinha por atenção."

"parece que você 'tá me usando de desculpa pra falar de si mesmo." você voltou a encarar os olhos repletos de veneno de Matías, sorrindo enquanto o fazia.

"piranha." ele riu, pois sabia que era verdade. voltou a te puxar para perto, se encaixando na sua entrada. a boca estava colada na sua quando ele deslizou para dentro e os gemidos de ambos se tornaram um só.

seu corpo se arrepiou ao abrigar Matías dentro de si novamente. você sentia saudades dele, apesar de tudo. e a melhor parte do breve relacionamento de vocês tinha sido o sexo. o sexo sujo, bagunçado e excitante. as palavras grosseiras sussurradas ao pé do ouvido, o ritmo eletrizante, os tapas e as mordidas. tudo com ele era intenso e você sentia falta dessa intensidade.

"sua buceta ainda é uma delícia." ele segurou os cabelos da sua nuca enquanto a outra mão permaneceu na sua coxa, puxando você para mais perto à cada investida. o membro dele atingia uma grande profundidade devido a sua posição. "você sempre foi uma cachorra apertadinha."

"cala a boca, Matías." você o repreendeu. queria focar apenas no seu próprio prazer, mas o tom de voz irritante a fazia perder as estribeiras à cada segundo. pensou em batê-lo novamente para que ele ficasse quieto mais uma vez.

um tapa estralado foi depositado na sua bochecha. a pele esquentou e o seu olhou fechou involuntariamente com a agressão, o ouvido zumbindo graças à força que ele tinha imprimido no tapa. você não disse nada, apenas retribuiu o tapa que lhe fora dado com toda força que tinha. mais uma vez, Matías te beijou depois do contato. durante o beijo, você mordeu com força o lábio inferior do argentino, sentindo o gosto de sangue no seu paladar.

"você é doida, porra?" Recalt empurrou o seu tronco, levando a mão aos lábios. tinha ficado lindo com a mancha de sangue escorrendo pelo queixo, mas você achou melhor não comentar. a feição que ele estampava não era das melhores. "vagabunda maluca."

o argentino te empurrou contra o espelho, voltando a te foder sem piedade. dessa vez, não fez piadinhas nem continuou a conversação desenfreada. se enterrou em você com força e com velocidade, arrancando gemidos cada vez mais altos e necessitados. suas pernas o traziam para mais perto, mas ele ainda a empurrava contra o espelho. queria você bem longe dele para que evitasse acidentes.

suas pernas tremiam, o peito subia e descia e o ventre era invadido pela sensação única que Matías lhe causava, o prazer singular que só ele sabia lhe dar. você fechou os olhos, aproveitando da sensação de ser realmente fodida em tempos, um sorriso bobo em meio aos gemidos que você deixava escapar.

Matías, focado somente em si, não demorou muito para gozar. depois do tapa e da mordida, tinha ficado com ainda mais tesão. era masoquista e você tinha dado exatamente o que ele queria. derramou-se no interior da sua coxa, arrancando um suspiro de consternação dos seus lábios.

"que porra é essa? eu ainda nem gozei." você protestou, o segurando pela camisa para que ele não escapasse. o peito ardia em raiva pela sensação gostosa ter sido arrancada de si tão rapidamente.

"a gente teve o mesmo tempo, meu bem." ele deu de ombros, vestindo a calça novamente e soltando suas mãos da camiseta dele. "é uma pena que você não tenha conseguido."

Matías apertou a sua bochecha, retirando-se do meio das suas pernas e em seguida, do banheiro. você continuou sentada na pia, o sentimento de humilhação e frustração a comendo viva. as bochechas ardiam em vergonha e as mãos agarraram o pedaço de mármore que a sustentava para que não corresse atrás dele e o esganasse no meio de todas aquelas pessoas.

contentou-se em se vestir novamente e limpar a coxa onde o maldito tinha deixado a sua marca. só aí percebeu que ele tinha levado a sua calcinha com ele, gemendo em descontentamento.

quando achou a bolsa e pegou o celular, algumas mensagens pularam na tela. a maioria das suas amigas, procurando por você. mas, no topo de todas elas, estava o contato que você nunca tinha apagado por mais que jurasse que não receberia uma mensagem dele nunca mais.

a gnt devia repetir oq rolou hj mais vezes

#matias recalt #lsdln #lsdln cast #kinktober #kinktober 2024

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tobysbliss · 2 years ago

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HELLO. PEOPLE OF MCYT / DSMP TK COMMUNITY.

Does anybody remember this fic i announced & started back in february…

I am, pretty sure, it should finally be out by the end of this week. It should. I hope. As long as i dont forget about it, most likely this friday or saturday. Maybe tomorrow if we’re lucky? BUT SOMETIME BY THE END OF THIS WEEK!! SBI FIC!! YIPPEEEE

#strangleetomz #strangleetomz fics #mcyt tickle #dsmp tickle #lee!tommy #ler!tommy #lee!wilbur #ler!wilbur #lee!philza #ler!philza #lee!phil #ler!phil #lee!technoblade #ler!technoblade #lee!techno #ler!techno

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zaris-tickle-blogs · 4 months ago

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DSMP OR QSMP TICKLE FANART

Rules: 1. No Wilbur Fanart 2. No Goarge or Sapnap fanart (they make me uncomfortable) 3. No Ship content (unless it includes Kristin/Phil's Wife as Goddess of death) 4. No Jsclatt fanart (some are uncomfortable with him) 5. Have Fun 6. Reblog this post when you are done your art piece 7. Techno Fan art is allowed 8. Lee and Ler Dream is allowed

There is no prize, Just wanted to start something fun on my blog, I am not apart of this, I am the judge :D

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savemeafruitjuice · 5 months ago

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Tickletober Day 8- Nuzzles

This is where I give up on finding gifs 👍

For the rest of these, I'm going to be just saying what version I'm writing for, so yeah. On that note, this is a ROTTMNT fic! Maybe I'll color-code each version so it's easier to recognize.. 🤔

Lee: Donnie

Ler: F! Leo

TW!: SWEARING! AN ARGUMENT! (It's only referenced. The rest is just comfort and tickes.)

THIS HAS SPOILERS FOR THE RISE MOVIE!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT! ALSO, THIS IS NOT A SHIP!

(I'm putting this below the cut because of spoilers, but Future Leo is established to be in the present time with the turtles. I will be addressing him as 'Leon' throughout this.)

Loud techno music blared throughout Donnie's lab. He was curled up in his rolly-chair, sulking as the noise calmed him down a little. All of a sudden, he felt the presence of someone else, and turned around at the same time a knock sounded on his door.

"Hey, can I come in?"

Ugh, it was Leo. He knew it before a word even left his dum-dum mouth. "I don't like you. Go away." There was a moment of hesitation, before Leo called out again. "Did I do something? I didn't mess up a project or anything, right?"

Donnie stopped. Was he just playing dumb to get into his lab again? The scientist made his way to the door, opening it a crack. "No, dimwit- oh. It's you.." Donnie opened his door a little more. "Wrong Leo. My mistake."

Leon glanced at the younger's face. He looked tired, and not just normal Donnie-tired. "Don, how ya feelin'?"

The purple-themed turtle shrugged. "Just.. tired. Don't worry about it." The slider clearly didn't believe him, having had decades of experience reading his twin, even if this one was slightly different. "No, I don't mean physically 'how do you feel'. I mean emotionally. You don't seem to be doin' too good."

"Jeez, I don't like how much you know about me.." he muttered, but let the door open the rest of the way, sighing. "Come in, I suppose. You haven't done anything to upset me. Yet.." The elder walked in, glancing reminiscently around at all of the tech.

"Shelldon, turn the music down by fourty-five percent." The room got a bit quieter, and Leon crossed his existing arm over his chest. "I'm assuming you and little-me got into a fight?" Donnie nodded, and went to sit back in his chair, spinning around twice before turning back to the sword-user.

"He was being annoying, and wouldn't stop trying to make me try his nasty food. So.. I may- or may not, have called him a.. disgustingly-paletted ape.. and said his food looks like shit." Leon forced a chuckle down, nodding. "I see.. Was that all?" The softshell shook his head, pulling his legs back onto his chair and resting his chin on them.

"No.. It got bad, and he told me he didn't like me as long as I didn't like fucking pineapple, and now we aren't talking."

The slider's face fell at the last part, and he shifted his weight between his legs. "Oh. I'm sorry.. did you.. need anything?"

Donnie paused, then spoke softly. "A hug would be nice.."

Leon looked a bit surprised, but moved to the younger and squatted down. When Donnie didn't initiate the hug, the blue-themed turtle wrapped his arm around the softshell, and pressed his face into the crook of his neck. Donnie sighed, and moved to rest his head on the elder's shoulder, relaxing his tense posture slightly. "I'm going to pick you up now."

Soon enough, the purple turtle was being held to his sort-of-twin's plastron, the two sitting on the floor. Donnie was facing away from the other, while Leon's arm was holding him by the torso. "For how smart you are, you really don't know a lot."

Donnie's eyebrows lowered into the start of a scowl, and he turned his head to bite back with an insult, but was interrupted. "One of those things being how much I love you." His face faltered, and a more confused face was present on the scientist. "I don't know what you think you mean to me, but there's one thing you can be sure of. It's about three-hundred times more than you'd imagine."

The softshell let out a quiet noise, not quite sure of how to respond. He was never good at reacting to people when they got like this, but what Leon was saying was something he really needed to hear right now.

"It doesn't matter if it's your Leo, or one in the past, or the future, or in another timeline.. You will always be loved, and nothing in existence could ever change that. I guarantee that he didn't mean anything he said."

All of a sudden, his vision went blurry, and tears were filling his eyes. Donnie reached up to wipe at them, sniffling. "I.. don't know-"

"Trust me."

Donnie wiped his eyes again, his brother holding him as he cried. "Leon.. sniff- Thanks.." The slider smiled, squeezing a little harder. "And.. for the record, I- I love you too.. A lot."

He hugged the elder's arm, and Leon pressed his face back to the younger's neck, and was surprised with a giggle. "Hey, Donnie.. What was that?"

The softshell shook his head, kicking his legs out when the back of his neck neck was nuzzled into again, becoming aware of the fact that he was extremely trapped. "Noho! Lehee- ahahah!"

"Mm, I think you need a laugh."

The turtle flailed, trying to crane his neck upwards in an attempt to push Leon's head away, but all it did was give him time to reach forward and move to his throat.

Donnie let out a a high screech, reaching up to grab at the elder's head. The slider only smiled, but eventually flipped the scientist around, laid him on the ground, and sat on his legs. "Aw, I remember when you were this small! So much easier to hold down than my Donnie.."

Donnie didn't seem to register what he was saying, or didn't care, only shaking his head and giggling. "Heheh! Noho! Lehet mehe goho- youou scoundrehel!"

The elder tsked, and resumed his tickling tactic, this time the focus being the younger's belly. As soon as his face made contact, Donnie exploded into louder giggles, bucking and trying to scramble away.

"You're so ticklish, it's not even funny!" The softshell cackled when a bad spot was attacked, hopelessly trying to pry the weight of a full-grown mutant off of his legs. "Well, scratch that. Maybe it is pretty funny.."

The purple-themed turtle whined, covering his face with one hand, as the other pushed at his shoulder. The elder looked up to make sure he was alright, unfamiliar with a Donatello who didn't do everything in his power to try to kill whoever dared tickle him.

When all the other did was laugh and squirm, Leon took it as a chance to up his game, and pressed a huge raspberry right in the center of his plastron. Immediately, both hands came shooting to the elder's head, slapping and hitting frantically as loud laughter filled the room. "BPHK- NAHAHAHAH! LEHEHEHEOHON!"

Having his head attacked without regard to safety was definitely a lot more like his own Donnie, and Leon instinctively went to hold the smaller's wrists in his hand, holding them up in the air. "GYAHAHAH! GIHIHIVE- GIMME MY HAHANDS BAHAHACK!"

Another raspberry was pressed to his plastron, and soon enough the purple turtle's laughter went silent, slowly losing the will to fight as he turned his head to the side. The blue-themed turtle took it as a sign to stop, and he let go of Donnie's arms, then got off his legs, and smiled fondly at the sight of the younger curling up onto his side.

He reached out to rub his shoulder, and laughed when the younger flinched. A couple seconds passed, and Donnie had calmed down enough to roll onto his back, a happier face than before present on his features. "How do you feel now?" The softshell let out a quiet laugh. "More tired."

"Okay, you know that's not what I meant this time!"

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Weird idea I guess? Never really saw any lee Donnie with future Leo, soooo yeah. 😱

#Tickletober #tickletober 2024 #rottmnt tickle #ler leo #Lee donnie #tmnt tickle

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