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Debatable PoetryWarnings: turtlecest, incest, slash. Discussion that involves porn. Silliness.
Leonardo didn't look up from his book.
It was a very nice book.
Japanese letters trailing down the pages, speaking to him with honey-coated whispers.
"Reading," he answered. He suddenly felt the weight of his brother's head on his shoulder.
Felt a sharp chin dig into his skin.
"Uh-huh," Michelangelo said and the blue eyes flickered across the pages.
They were home alone.
The rest of the family had gone over to April and Casey's place. Donatello and Raphael to help her unpack and give her whatever she needed during her pregnancy.
Splinter had most likely gone over for the newest soap opera and to hold her company.
Either way, it was pretty nice to be only the two of them, or so Leonardo thought.
Because during the years, Michelangelo had grown more mature.
He was still goofy and generally silly, but he wasn't as loud.
Wasn't as obnoxious and annoying.
TMNT - 'Pillow'Prompt: Pillow
Leo stared at the clock by his bed; 2.49a.m. He was overdue by roughly ten minutes-
The door creaked as someone padded into his bedroom.
-there he was.
Leo closed his eyes, his breathing even as he strained to listen. The bed dipped as his brother carefully, slowly crawled in beside him, gingerly curling around his shell, his breath tickling Leo's neck as he sighed. Raphael had been sneaking in like this for over a week now, and when Leo questioned him, he would simply mumble "nightmares" and promptly fall asleep, snoring within minutes.
Leo didn't mind in the least; beyond enjoying the unexpected company, he had been surprised to find he slept easier with Raphael's comfortable weight against him. But he was becoming very curious by now. Surely Raph wasn't having such a long chain of bad dreams?
"Raph?" Leo rumbled sleepily.
"Mm?" Raphael settled deeper into the mattress, slinging an arm around his waist, his hand dangling across his plastron.
Pairing: Mikey/ Don/ Mikey.
Warnings: Turtlecest, depression.
"I don't feel so good "
Donatello looked away from the blueprint he was working on, his dark eyes quickly scanning Mikey's body.
No wounds. No signs of illness.
Only tired, tired eyes.
Don put down his pen and got up from the chair, walked up to his brother and wrapped his arms around him.
Mikey shuddered and leaned in, a whimper escaping him.
"There, there " the olive green turtle murmured, rubbing his carapace as he did.
"Why does why must it be me?" Mikey whispered into Donatello's neck, unknowingly making his brother shudder.
"Because the world doesn't like us, and maybe your parents had it," Don leaned back a little from Mikey to look at his face, "though I don't think normal turtles have depression." He admitted and smiled a little.
Mikey bit his lip.
"I wanna be a normal turtle."
"Really? And leave me?"
Mike took a double-take at that; the slight tremble of Don's vo
What the Doctor OrderedWarnings: T-cest. Implied naughties.
What the Doctor Ordered
"Oh, shush, you big baby," Donatello held Michelangelo's wrist in his firm, three-fingered grip, and squeezed slightly, though hardly painfully, when the orange-clad turtle tried to squirm away from him.
"Mikey," the purple one sighed, incredulously.
"It hurts!" Mikey turned big blue eyes on his susceptible brother. Don returned the look, blandly, and Mikey's face began to fall even further, until Donatello let go.
"Fine, then, I'll stop." Michelangelo began to cheer out his victory, but Don stopped him with his next chosen words.
"It'll be a few days before we have to amputate."
Don shrugged at Mikey's suddenly terrified tone.
"We don't have to. If you want, we can let the infection spread until you eventually die."
Mikey held up his arm, then, solemnly; obediently. Don hid his smile and took the offered arm again, this time more gently.
"You fight dirty,"
Warnings: Hints at turtlecest, cursing, Original Character. Set in Succubii's Competition series.
Pairings: Hinted Leo/Raph.
The toddler was tiny; much smaller than any babies Raph had seen.
It was cute, too. Big, golden eyes and chubby cheeks.
Tiny claws, tiny toes, tiny fingers. Dull red stripes.
Yeah, okay. So maybe Raph really wanted to keep it.
He smiled down at it.
It chirped up at him; he chuckled and rubbed its plastron.
Its plastron wasn't hard like theirs; more like leather, giving slightly under his hand, and-
Raphael froze. So did the rest of the family.
The toddler continued to churr, tiny hands trying to reach Raphael's face as it babbled some kind of baby-language.
And then Raph sprung into action; he nearly dropped the toddler in his hurry to hand it over to his husband, and once he had, he cursed and wiped his hands against his thighs, as if that would help at all.
Leonardo awkwardly held the toddler.
The toddler continued to churr, although its eyes
SL: Courting 7Warnings: AU, turtlecest but not really.
It was raining.
The air felt refreshingly wet, the sound of water hitting everything was something pleasant.
Donatello liked it; the leaves above them made pitter-patter sounds and he could definitely live with this.
He pressed closer to the red devil's body.
They weren't dry; creatures of the water, why would they want to be? Water was water. As pleasant as sunshine, and so there was nothing wrong with it. It was nice, actually, to feel drops run over his body, to feel drops trail his maybe-mate's limbs. Although it wasn't that big of a maybe.
Donatello lazily looked up, raised an eye ridge. Raphael was eyeing him with a strange expression.
"So?" he asked, calmly, and straightened a little; just enough to turn around and rest his now smooth shell against the other devil's plastron. "I can't see you complaining."
A playful bite to his throat; it didn't leave a mark, and he wasn't sure if he was smirking o
Day 128: CelebrityCelebrity
Summary: Raph takes a trip down memory lane
Day: May 7
Disclaimer: TMNT does not belong to me.
Raph grunted as he shoved some of his weights to the side in his room. Normally he didn't mind his room being a little messy but it had proven to be a bit too cumbersome last night.
Last night he and Don had gone to his room to enjoy each other's company. Raph had picked Don up so that he could wrap his legs around Raph's waist to carry him into the room. This meant that Raph hadn't seen the weight that was sitting in the middle of his floor. His foot found it however.
The least of his problems in the end was the stubbed toe. The bigger problem was when he tripped trying to catch his balance. He didn't manage it and ended up falling on top of Don. They both got the breath knocked out of them from the fall. After that point neither of them were in the mood to do anything anymore.
Raph was determined that another night wouldn't end up like last ni
Warning: Mild TCest and a whole lot of desire
Central Park, in the dead of a moonless night, was a very dark place, especially off the beaten paths and therefore far from the lamps that lined the trails.
Few ever wandered into the undergrowth even in full daylight, so the small clearing where Donatello stood never saw visitors. He had placed a small flashlight at ground level so that the person he was waiting for could find him, even though she had assured him that she still retained her very acute night vision.
Don was trying not to pace, but he was both nervous and alarmed. Sydney, aka Quarry, had sent him an email asking if they could meet. He hadn’t seen the woman since the night Don and his brothers had rescued Sydney and the others who had been trapped far underground due to a horrible mutation inflicted upon them by Shredder’s scientists.
He’d given Sydney his email address in case the cure he’d invented didn’t last, or in
All SnugglyAll Snuggly
December was drawing to a close with only six days remaining in the current year. Today was Christmas; a time to spend with one's family and that was exactly what the Hamatos planned to do with the day. Mikey had gotten up early and worked on dragging his sleepy brothers out of their beds in the hopes of getting an early start on opening presents.
Leo was the only one that was easily pulled out of bed. He was used to getting up before everyone else to get a head start with morning practice. Raph and Don were trickier to pull not only from bed but from each other. There was no practice that morning and they had intended on remaining in bed with each other. A hyper orange clad turtle bouncing on the bed had not been part of their plans.
Once everyone had left their rooms and gone downstairs Mikey plopped himself right in front of the tree and started grabbing at presents. When they were younger Master Splinter had tried getting them to eat breakfast
Day 24: CloseClose
Summary: Master Splinter thinks about his sons
Day: April 10
Disclaimer: TMNT does not belong to me.
The afternoon was calm and quiet. These were some of the times that Master Splinter liked the best. As much as he loved his sons and the excitement that they had for life, they could be very trying as well.
With four sons and only one of himself, being a parent wasn’t always easy. All four of his boys were so full of energy and it wasn’t always easy to keep up with them. This year had shown a slight changed however.
Ever since Raphael and Donatello had begun their relationship as a couple things had changed within their home. His middle sons complimented each other very well and had brought a certain peace to the family after they had begun their relationship.
Things had changed even farther one month ago when Leonardo and Michelangelo had decided to follow in their brothers footsteps and become a couple themselves. They had alwa
Day 28: ShameShame
Summary: Leo worries about having had sex with Mikey last night
Day: April 14
Disclaimer: TMNT does not belong to me.
As Leo slowly woke up, the first thing he noticed was that he wasn’t alone in his bed. Tucked into his side as close as he could get was Michelangelo. As Leo looked down at his small mate, memories of what they did together last night came rushing back.
It had been their first time becoming so intimate with each other and it had been worth waiting for. Just the memory was enough to light a fire in his belly. Feeling certain parts of his body coming to life again Leo carefully extracted himself from Mikey’s hold and slipped out of the bed so to not disturb his mate.
The morning was still early and Leo didn’t want to wake Mikey up. He also wanted to check on how Mikey was feeling before initiating anymore intimacies. Seeing the cloth that he had used to clean both himself and Mikey off last night laying on th
Never NeverFandom: 2k12 TMNT
Summary: Leonardo ruminates upon the true source of his strength.
Author's notes: The following contains spoilers to Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie, but seriously? That book is like, a hundred years old, so...yeah. Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own jack. *sob*
Peter Pan is all about dead children.
None of us realized it all those years ago when Sensei read it aloud to us, a chapter or two a night over the course of several weeks. Not because he omitted the less savory parts, mind you. We were still just children then and our brains, semi-formed and gelatinous, simply didn't pick up on the harsh undertones hidden just beneath the novel's supposedly kid-friendly surface. It wasn't until I reread it as an adult did I realize the whimsical tale of the pixie-befriending, pirate-battling little boy who refused to grow up has more death and decay than a Cronenberg film. So much so that not
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Materia favorita: Biologia, Literatura
Estudios: La Facultad de Arte, Instituto de Ingles
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