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Title: Thursdays
Rating: R
Pairing: Leo/Raph
Summary: Leonardo muses over the oddity of Thursdays and Raph's love of wrestling.
Warnings: Sex, sex and more sex. And some wrestling too.
Fandom: TMNT
He knew what night it was.
Thursday.
Wrestling night.
The rush of testosterone, excitement an general rough housing usually was what marked that night on the blue masked turtles inward calendar. Mainly since Raph would predictably vanish off to ether Caseys house before hand or afterwards to go bust some skulls. He coming back tired but grinning contentedly. It usually made the oldest of the turtle tsk quietly to himself before starting a lecture on the banged up turtle.
Recently though it had been causing a new sort of reaction, the kind Leo wasn't about to protest about. Even if Leo wasn't exactly keen on the 'sport', he wasn't exactly minding the effects it had on his mate all that much. Certainly better then going out on the streets with Casey in the middle of the night. Better then him reenacting what he saw on the show on Mikey.
It made him start to look forward to Thursdays slightly, the thought usually sending his heart rate up a notch or two. Now one of those glorious Thursdays. Sounds of the match rattling through the air. Leo suspected if it was any louder it'd knock over the bonsai plant and its vase. Not that he was really thinking about that now, he considerably more occupied by something else. Raph's bites and nips making his fingers dig into the larger males shoulders needily.
He murmured lowly head pressed back into the soft pillows as Raph straddled his hips. Their movements sending pleasant sparks running through his spine, whatever he had been thinking about dribbling away. His free hand digging into the sheets under them, his breath shaking in his chest as his mate ground against him.
Raph trailed kisses up and down the turtles neck. Taking his time in savoring the way the older male's eyes fluttered shut. How his breath hitched when he did just the right thing. Raph grinned faintly to himself, grounding their hips together again moaning at the friction.
Their bodies rocked together rhythmically. Managing to listen to his match and to Leo's low sounds. He stealing a heated kiss, the two of them holding out before needing to break for air. Leo moaning as he panted, losing himself solidly in the moment, barely even hearing the match anymore. His attention more focused on his lover, who had managed to coax the oldest turtles member free. His feather light touches sending Leo into loud mewls an bucking hips.
He shifted to push the older turtle back down settling a knee between his legs, eyeing the aching member with obvious need, musk making his member twitch slightly. Distracted by the boo's coming from the TV. Having not really been paying too much attention to say the least, a little confused when they got louder.
He shook it off, lubing Leo's back entrance with his precum, able to gently push himself inside, forgoing the stretching process feeling rough tonight, a grin sliding onto his features again as he thrusted. The two of them rocking together again eagerly. He able to feel a leg curl around his waist as they fucked.
His own eyes sliding shut, enjoying the tightness of Leo's ass before he stopped dead in mid thrust. Leo had to blink confusedly never getting much explanation before he erked painfully at the fact Raph had pulled out quickly an none to gently. The red masked turtle whipping around to yell at the screen.
"Ey! That wasn't fair god damn it! He got hit by a chair by three fucking guys!"
Leo stared, slowly blinking again. Sitting up grabbing at his blanket an glaring at his boyfriend. Grabbing a pillow an smacking Raph upside the head. It Raph's turn to erk in surprise and pain.
"Ey!"
"Get out!"
"But-"
"Out! OUT!" Frustration coloring Leo's tone as he tossed the pillow at Raph. The red masked turtle getting that chucked at him, pushed off the bed and a door slammed on him once he was out of the bedroom.
"Huh, wonder why they're arguing..?"
"Its Thursday."
"Ohhh, almost forgot! Man remind me ta avoid Leo in the morning."
Title: Mac and Cheese night
Rating: R
Summary: Revenge is a dish best served with macorroni and baseball bats.
Warnings: Blood, gore and murder. A little femslash on the side.
Fandom: N/A, Original fic.
The tang of blood slathered the back of her throat as she shouldered the silver bat, tangled black hair curling around her child like features as she eyed the parking lot warily. The lights flickering dully as the power surged somewhere above her. She using her free hand to push a strand or two out of her face. She licking her lips idly frowning at the blood seemingly hanging in the air around her.
The young woman resisted spitting out the taste as she wiped at her mouth with her sleeve. Idly pushing at the body with a foot, loafers poking at once was her class mate. The blonde long hair which was once perfect an unmatted now was tangled as Cassandra's, blood caked onto the thick strands along with what use to be a brain.
Not that Kimmy ever used it to begin with, she had always been the perfect princess, prom queen, dainty and popular. The thoughts earned a sneer from the Asian girl, she giving the girl's limp form a solid kick. The body rolling with the force giving a sickening slosh as the small body laid on its side. Her frozen features pressed into the cold concrete of the school's parking area. Unseeing eyes left open, the green colored eyes reflecting the glitter of Cassandra's bat as she walked away, vanishing into the darkness. Overhead lights illuminating the bat making speckles of silver and red sparkle off cars she passed.
Cassandra let a hand run through her hair again, sighing lowly. She having to vaguely wonder how long it'd take for them to come for her. Hopefully not before she ate.
It was Mac and Cheese night after all.
Title: A shift, a sway
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hercules/Meg
Summary: His cape having already fallen away to the marble floor underfoot. It kicked away by the hero wordlessly as they exchanged a kiss. - Fluff, horrible fluff.
Warnings: Fluff, doomy fluff.
Fandom: Disney's Hercules
Her lips, her hips, the curve of her body against his. Hands resting on the small of his back, those small fingers tracing unseen patterns into the cloth of his clothing. His cape having already fallen away to the marble floor underfoot. It kicked away by the hero wordlessly as they exchanged a kiss. Long fingers tangling in his hair, the feeling sending a shiver down his spine.
The two moved to unheard music, a gentle sway, delicate fingers loosening their grip, curling in his hair. A flash of violet, brown, shades of pink and the resounding sound of her laughter that rung in his ears. His own joining hers readily as he twirled the love of his life, his weakness and his greatest strength.
Oh gods, he loved her.
Title: Teddy
Paring: Donny/Mikey
Summary: Donny muses over how much work he's been doing.
Warning: Moar fluff, oh god the fluff.
Fandom: TMNT
With a labored sigh Donny gave a small stretch, eyes sliding shut as he leaned back into his chair. The cracking of his back lifting some tension away from his shoulders. He letting himself recline into the chair for a moment or two, mentally taking a note to add more stuffing to the chair so it'd stay this comfortable.
He reached out with a foot, gently prodding the power button with his toe, contemplating on whether to go to bed early for once. The thought certainly a tantalizing one to say the least. The past few hours had mostly zapped his brains of its reasoning capabilities. Fixing the household items his brothers, father and Casey had kept him busy enough to forget his project along with checking the tap linking up the cities power lines. It leading to a few hours of darkness and complaining siblings.
He crinkled his snout at the memory, feeling agitation creep up with his tiredness. He'd gotten little to no thanks for his efforts in fixing the toaster, the blender, one of the TV's, a computer which Leo accidentally knocked over, a gameguy and more Donny didn't even get a chance to touch upon thanks to the power in their homes going out. That alone had taken long then he would have liked of crouching in the sewers reconnecting this and that. Raph bitching loudly in the background about the lack of power.
He groused to himself listening to the large computer turn off, the smaller one next in line whirring faintly to itself as whatever programs Donny had up saved automatically and closed. He sat up moving to clear off his work station whatever broken objects were left would be fixed tomorrow. He'd get some sleep for once even if he'd have to work harder in the morning.
He vaguely wondered if he could regsin as the smart one. All he needed to do was give two weeks notice maybe...
"Uh.. Donny?"
That made the purple wearing turtle stop in putting away his tools, almost groaning in agitation putting them back on the desk as he heard Mikey step into the lab. He feeling his shoulders tense back up, not wanting to know what his sibling wanted.
"What is it Mikey?"
"I-I was wondering if ya could fix this for me..?"
"Mikey-"
"Dude! Please I need it now!"
"Mikey, I was kind of trying to pack up for the night, along with that I've been working all day. None of you really gave me much besides grief and more things to work on then I'd like. Did you break another remote? A TV? Did you make another toaster to purely break?" Donny not noticing his voice rising as he spoke or the fact he was almost literally slamming tools as he put them away.
"But-"
"No, Mikey I want to go to bed. I'm tired and I can fix whatever it is later. Its probably not important anyway. Besides that if you'd stop breaking everything you wouldn't need to have me fix it all the time. You're so clumsy recently."
That earned him a sniffle and small hiccup.
Donny blinked confused by that turning his chair to face the doorway, Mikey cradling his favorite stuffed animal close to his plastron. Big blue eyes tearing up as he wibbled at Donny.
The guilt hitting him hard at the sight. Whatever self righteous anger he had dropping away at Mikey's hurt expression and clutching at the bears torn off arm.
...So much for his anger.
"..If yer so angry I'll fix him myself, even if I'm a big clumsy oaf. At least I'm not a meanie!"
"Mikey.."
"No! You're a jerk."
The purple masked turtle rubbed his forehead, quietly standing up from his chair and walking over to Mikey liberating the bear from the hurt turtle. Mikey uncertainly watching his brother examining the bear.
"How did he break?" He asked eyeing the arm and bear.
"Raphy broke him, he said I was too old for Panda-chan anymore. Teased me an ripped his arm."
The older turtle nodded quietly, "I'm sorry for yelling at you Mikey, but go get me the sewing kit please. I'll fix him."
Mikey didn't need much more encouraging, he darting away to find the kit, Donny settling back into his chair. He sighing again lowly to himself. Hoping it wouldn't take too long to sew the bears arm back on. He sitting up when Mikey came back, bearing the sewing kit.
Donny gladly took it, starting up on sewing the stuffed bear. Ignoring Mikey for now, the smaller turtle hovering worriedly, childishly covering his eyes at one or two certain stitches. It earning a small wry smile from the smart turtle. He finishing up easily after a moment or two. Handing the bear back to Mikey, he grinning and hugging it close.
"Thank you Donny! Thank you!" He chirped pleased as punch an pie at the fact Panda chan was all better again.
The older turtle chuckled faintly, "You're welcome." Watching his younger sibling spin around childishly.
Mikey gleed happily, hugging the bear again before tucking it under his arm to lean over and press a kiss against Donny's cheek.
He blinked at that, feeling himself flush a little as Mikey skipped away, chattering to the bear easily. Muzzling it between pleased talking.
"..Lucky bear."
Title: Get over here
Pairing: Hercules/Meg
Summary: It was the closest thing to love
Warning: Very short~ Fluffy
Fandom: Disney's Hercules
He smiled warmly watching Meg, her hair falling loose in brown waves, curling close to her body hiding her figure from sight. The rays of sunlight sneaking into her bed room almost making her glow in the early morning. Violet eyes warmly gauging him as she leaned back against the door way, lips quirking in amusement as she gestured him over. His heart giving a skip, her smile, her eyes, the warm laughter at his expression. All of it driving him crazy, this had to be love.
"Cmere Wonderboy, I can't wait all day."
He pushed himself up from the bed, moving towards the older woman, smiling down at her gently, fingers tangling in her hair as he dipped down to kiss her.
If it wasn't love, this had to be the closest feeling next to it.
Title: I'll keep you safe.
Pairing: Hercules/Meg
Summary: Herc wakes up from a bad dream.
Warning: Mentions IC character death, is really short. Not done.
Fandom: Disney's Hercules.
He never wanted to feel that way again. The bleak feeling eating him up inside as he held her close, her body cold to the touch. What warmth she had sapped away by death. It always made him press her closer, his features buried in her hair, breathing in her scent. Even that drifting away from the woman in his arms.
No... Meg, please..
No...
The words rang in his mind, along with Hades laughter, the demi god able to feel her slip through his fingers now. The woman he loved phasing through him and vanishing into the ground below his feet.
"Quite a constellation prize wouldn't you say, wonderboy?"
That dream usually made him jerk awake in a cold sweat, fingers digging into the blankets under him. The mighty Hercules, shaken by a nightmare. It was almost laughable, if only it didn't feel so real.
It lingered in the back of his mind afterwards. The hero of Thebes protectively held Megara close on those nights, his features pressed against her neck, listening to her breath calmly in her sleep. Assuring himself that she was here, not floating in the waters of the underworld. Not taken by Hades, but by his side sleeping soundly.
He'd keep her safe, even if she didn't like him fussing. He'd keep Megara safe.
Title: Thursdays
Rating: R
Pairing: Leo/Raph
Summary: Leonardo muses over the oddity of Thursdays and Raph's love of wrestling.
Warnings: Sex, sex and more sex. And some wrestling too.
Fandom: TMNT
He knew what night it was.
Thursday.
Wrestling night.
The rush of testosterone, excitement an general rough housing usually was what marked that night on the blue masked turtles inward calendar. Mainly since Raph would predictably vanish off to ether Caseys house before hand or afterwards to go bust some skulls. He coming back tired but grinning contentedly. It usually made the oldest of the turtle tsk quietly to himself before starting a lecture on the banged up turtle.
Recently though it had been causing a new sort of reaction, the kind Leo wasn't about to protest about. Even if Leo wasn't exactly keen on the 'sport', he wasn't exactly minding the effects it had on his mate all that much. Certainly better then going out on the streets with Casey in the middle of the night. Better then him reenacting what he saw on the show on Mikey.
It made him start to look forward to Thursdays slightly, the thought usually sending his heart rate up a notch or two. Now one of those glorious Thursdays. Sounds of the match rattling through the air. Leo suspected if it was any louder it'd knock over the bonsai plant and its vase. Not that he was really thinking about that now, he considerably more occupied by something else. Raph's bites and nips making his fingers dig into the larger males shoulders needily.
He murmured lowly head pressed back into the soft pillows as Raph straddled his hips. Their movements sending pleasant sparks running through his spine, whatever he had been thinking about dribbling away. His free hand digging into the sheets under them, his breath shaking in his chest as his mate ground against him.
Raph trailed kisses up and down the turtles neck. Taking his time in savoring the way the older male's eyes fluttered shut. How his breath hitched when he did just the right thing. Raph grinned faintly to himself, grounding their hips together again moaning at the friction.
Their bodies rocked together rhythmically. Managing to listen to his match and to Leo's low sounds. He stealing a heated kiss, the two of them holding out before needing to break for air. Leo moaning as he panted, losing himself solidly in the moment, barely even hearing the match anymore. His attention more focused on his lover, who had managed to coax the oldest turtles member free. His feather light touches sending Leo into loud mewls an bucking hips.
He shifted to push the older turtle back down settling a knee between his legs, eyeing the aching member with obvious need, musk making his member twitch slightly. Distracted by the boo's coming from the TV. Having not really been paying too much attention to say the least, a little confused when they got louder.
He shook it off, lubing Leo's back entrance with his precum, able to gently push himself inside, forgoing the stretching process feeling rough tonight, a grin sliding onto his features again as he thrusted. The two of them rocking together again eagerly. He able to feel a leg curl around his waist as they fucked.
His own eyes sliding shut, enjoying the tightness of Leo's ass before he stopped dead in mid thrust. Leo had to blink confusedly never getting much explanation before he erked painfully at the fact Raph had pulled out quickly an none to gently. The red masked turtle whipping around to yell at the screen.
"Ey! That wasn't fair god damn it! He got hit by a chair by three fucking guys!"
Leo stared, slowly blinking again. Sitting up grabbing at his blanket an glaring at his boyfriend. Grabbing a pillow an smacking Raph upside the head. It Raph's turn to erk in surprise and pain.
"Ey!"
"Get out!"
"But-"
"Out! OUT!" Frustration coloring Leo's tone as he tossed the pillow at Raph. The red masked turtle getting that chucked at him, pushed off the bed and a door slammed on him once he was out of the bedroom.
"Huh, wonder why they're arguing..?"
"Its Thursday."
"Ohhh, almost forgot! Man remind me ta avoid Leo in the morning."
Title: Mac and Cheese night
Rating: R
Summary: Revenge is a dish best served with macorroni and baseball bats.
Warnings: Blood, gore and murder. A little femslash on the side.
Fandom: N/A, Original fic.
The tang of blood slathered the back of her throat as she shouldered the silver bat, tangled black hair curling around her child like features as she eyed the parking lot warily. The lights flickering dully as the power surged somewhere above her. She using her free hand to push a strand or two out of her face. She licking her lips idly frowning at the blood seemingly hanging in the air around her.
The young woman resisted spitting out the taste as she wiped at her mouth with her sleeve. Idly pushing at the body with a foot, loafers poking at once was her class mate. The blonde long hair which was once perfect an unmatted now was tangled as Cassandra's, blood caked onto the thick strands along with what use to be a brain.
Not that Kimmy ever used it to begin with, she had always been the perfect princess, prom queen, dainty and popular. The thoughts earned a sneer from the Asian girl, she giving the girl's limp form a solid kick. The body rolling with the force giving a sickening slosh as the small body laid on its side. Her frozen features pressed into the cold concrete of the school's parking area. Unseeing eyes left open, the green colored eyes reflecting the glitter of Cassandra's bat as she walked away, vanishing into the darkness. Overhead lights illuminating the bat making speckles of silver and red sparkle off cars she passed.
Cassandra let a hand run through her hair again, sighing lowly. She having to vaguely wonder how long it'd take for them to come for her. Hopefully not before she ate.
It was Mac and Cheese night after all.
Title: A shift, a sway
Rating: PG
Pairing: Hercules/Meg
Summary: His cape having already fallen away to the marble floor underfoot. It kicked away by the hero wordlessly as they exchanged a kiss. - Fluff, horrible fluff.
Warnings: Fluff, doomy fluff.
Fandom: Disney's Hercules
Her lips, her hips, the curve of her body against his. Hands resting on the small of his back, those small fingers tracing unseen patterns into the cloth of his clothing. His cape having already fallen away to the marble floor underfoot. It kicked away by the hero wordlessly as they exchanged a kiss. Long fingers tangling in his hair, the feeling sending a shiver down his spine.
The two moved to unheard music, a gentle sway, delicate fingers loosening their grip, curling in his hair. A flash of violet, brown, shades of pink and the resounding sound of her laughter that rung in his ears. His own joining hers readily as he twirled the love of his life, his weakness and his greatest strength.
Oh gods, he loved her.
Title: Teddy
Paring: Donny/Mikey
Summary: Donny muses over how much work he's been doing.
Warning: Moar fluff, oh god the fluff.
Fandom: TMNT
With a labored sigh Donny gave a small stretch, eyes sliding shut as he leaned back into his chair. The cracking of his back lifting some tension away from his shoulders. He letting himself recline into the chair for a moment or two, mentally taking a note to add more stuffing to the chair so it'd stay this comfortable.
He reached out with a foot, gently prodding the power button with his toe, contemplating on whether to go to bed early for once. The thought certainly a tantalizing one to say the least. The past few hours had mostly zapped his brains of its reasoning capabilities. Fixing the household items his brothers, father and Casey had kept him busy enough to forget his project along with checking the tap linking up the cities power lines. It leading to a few hours of darkness and complaining siblings.
He crinkled his snout at the memory, feeling agitation creep up with his tiredness. He'd gotten little to no thanks for his efforts in fixing the toaster, the blender, one of the TV's, a computer which Leo accidentally knocked over, a gameguy and more Donny didn't even get a chance to touch upon thanks to the power in their homes going out. That alone had taken long then he would have liked of crouching in the sewers reconnecting this and that. Raph bitching loudly in the background about the lack of power.
He groused to himself listening to the large computer turn off, the smaller one next in line whirring faintly to itself as whatever programs Donny had up saved automatically and closed. He sat up moving to clear off his work station whatever broken objects were left would be fixed tomorrow. He'd get some sleep for once even if he'd have to work harder in the morning.
He vaguely wondered if he could regsin as the smart one. All he needed to do was give two weeks notice maybe...
"Uh.. Donny?"
That made the purple wearing turtle stop in putting away his tools, almost groaning in agitation putting them back on the desk as he heard Mikey step into the lab. He feeling his shoulders tense back up, not wanting to know what his sibling wanted.
"What is it Mikey?"
"I-I was wondering if ya could fix this for me..?"
"Mikey-"
"Dude! Please I need it now!"
"Mikey, I was kind of trying to pack up for the night, along with that I've been working all day. None of you really gave me much besides grief and more things to work on then I'd like. Did you break another remote? A TV? Did you make another toaster to purely break?" Donny not noticing his voice rising as he spoke or the fact he was almost literally slamming tools as he put them away.
"But-"
"No, Mikey I want to go to bed. I'm tired and I can fix whatever it is later. Its probably not important anyway. Besides that if you'd stop breaking everything you wouldn't need to have me fix it all the time. You're so clumsy recently."
That earned him a sniffle and small hiccup.
Donny blinked confused by that turning his chair to face the doorway, Mikey cradling his favorite stuffed animal close to his plastron. Big blue eyes tearing up as he wibbled at Donny.
The guilt hitting him hard at the sight. Whatever self righteous anger he had dropping away at Mikey's hurt expression and clutching at the bears torn off arm.
...So much for his anger.
"..If yer so angry I'll fix him myself, even if I'm a big clumsy oaf. At least I'm not a meanie!"
"Mikey.."
"No! You're a jerk."
The purple masked turtle rubbed his forehead, quietly standing up from his chair and walking over to Mikey liberating the bear from the hurt turtle. Mikey uncertainly watching his brother examining the bear.
"How did he break?" He asked eyeing the arm and bear.
"Raphy broke him, he said I was too old for Panda-chan anymore. Teased me an ripped his arm."
The older turtle nodded quietly, "I'm sorry for yelling at you Mikey, but go get me the sewing kit please. I'll fix him."
Mikey didn't need much more encouraging, he darting away to find the kit, Donny settling back into his chair. He sighing again lowly to himself. Hoping it wouldn't take too long to sew the bears arm back on. He sitting up when Mikey came back, bearing the sewing kit.
Donny gladly took it, starting up on sewing the stuffed bear. Ignoring Mikey for now, the smaller turtle hovering worriedly, childishly covering his eyes at one or two certain stitches. It earning a small wry smile from the smart turtle. He finishing up easily after a moment or two. Handing the bear back to Mikey, he grinning and hugging it close.
"Thank you Donny! Thank you!" He chirped pleased as punch an pie at the fact Panda chan was all better again.
The older turtle chuckled faintly, "You're welcome." Watching his younger sibling spin around childishly.
Mikey gleed happily, hugging the bear again before tucking it under his arm to lean over and press a kiss against Donny's cheek.
He blinked at that, feeling himself flush a little as Mikey skipped away, chattering to the bear easily. Muzzling it between pleased talking.
"..Lucky bear."
Title: Get over here
Pairing: Hercules/Meg
Summary: It was the closest thing to love
Warning: Very short~ Fluffy
Fandom: Disney's Hercules
He smiled warmly watching Meg, her hair falling loose in brown waves, curling close to her body hiding her figure from sight. The rays of sunlight sneaking into her bed room almost making her glow in the early morning. Violet eyes warmly gauging him as she leaned back against the door way, lips quirking in amusement as she gestured him over. His heart giving a skip, her smile, her eyes, the warm laughter at his expression. All of it driving him crazy, this had to be love.
"Cmere Wonderboy, I can't wait all day."
He pushed himself up from the bed, moving towards the older woman, smiling down at her gently, fingers tangling in her hair as he dipped down to kiss her.
If it wasn't love, this had to be the closest feeling next to it.
Title: I'll keep you safe.
Pairing: Hercules/Meg
Summary: Herc wakes up from a bad dream.
Warning: Mentions IC character death, is really short. Not done.
Fandom: Disney's Hercules.
He never wanted to feel that way again. The bleak feeling eating him up inside as he held her close, her body cold to the touch. What warmth she had sapped away by death. It always made him press her closer, his features buried in her hair, breathing in her scent. Even that drifting away from the woman in his arms.
No... Meg, please..
No...
The words rang in his mind, along with Hades laughter, the demi god able to feel her slip through his fingers now. The woman he loved phasing through him and vanishing into the ground below his feet.
"Quite a constellation prize wouldn't you say, wonderboy?"
That dream usually made him jerk awake in a cold sweat, fingers digging into the blankets under him. The mighty Hercules, shaken by a nightmare. It was almost laughable, if only it didn't feel so real.
It lingered in the back of his mind afterwards. The hero of Thebes protectively held Megara close on those nights, his features pressed against her neck, listening to her breath calmly in her sleep. Assuring himself that she was here, not floating in the waters of the underworld. Not taken by Hades, but by his side sleeping soundly.
He'd keep her safe, even if she didn't like him fussing. He'd keep Megara safe.