The senses
Warning: Turtlecest, language, dub-con (kind of), bondage. Read at your own risk.
I had a fight with him... again.
Things wouldn't be so bad if I could keep a distance from him and take his verbal assault. I had no trouble dealing with a screaming mass of anger and energy. What's unnerving me was how our distance reduced as the argument escalated, to the point Raph invaded my personal space. I just had to stood there and held my ground, taking up his challenge like a leader should, despite my nervousness. That's a mistake I always failed to correct. I've never admitted to anyone that I was afraid of my hothead brother. I couldn't. Not because of his brute strength or his temper, but of his touch. I still felt the blazing heat on my shoulders and plastron, where his hands were not very long ago as he shoved me back. It eventually settled in my stomach, and from there going south.
I was not as noble as my family thought I was. I trained everyday, meditated every night to keep thes
The sound of silenceSummer in New York could be a little less than appealing. The scorching heat drove people away from the street just as much as winter, and the smoke from cars and factories became even more suffocating. To the citizens of the big apple, a busy day drowning in work seemed to be bearable as long as they got to stay indoor, with air conditioner and cooled drinks to sooth them. However, to some 'other' citizens, it wasn't always that pleasant.
"...Ugh... hhggg... soooo... hooot..."
"For the last time, Mikey, shaddap! Ya make it even worse for all of us." Raph clenched his fist, but didn't find the strength to lift his face off the dining table.
"I can't help it if it's burning down here." The orange clad turtle groaned. "The generator can't choose any lousier time to go out on us."
"We endure this as much as you do, but you don't see us whining." Leo calmly sipped on his tea.
Don's been busting his shell trying to fix their limited power source, but the back-up generator just wasn't as goo