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In This Place

Bayverse AU It's an idea that's been rattling in my brain for a while and after I wrote this first part, I sat on it for a few months more. Thought I'd share. *********

Her scent preceded her. A clean, floral breeze that danced atop the stench of piss, blood and filth. She did not belong here. Her shoes and linens far too clean. Everything about her was too fresh and too white to be in a place like this.

“My Lady, you must be lost. This is no place for you,” said the beast master as he met her before the row. It was auction day. She wasn't the only human inspecting the mutants for sale. But she was the only one who clearly did not belong. The other humans were of dust and filth, just like this part of the market. Used to working with unruly beasts, both human and inhuman as they haggled out in the open, or sometimes, behind closed doors. They were used to the sale of live bodies and dangerous creatures. Shrewd in their dealings of buying and selling of souls until their usefulness ran out.

“If you are looking for a pet, you have found the wrong market,” the beast master continued. “These are all dangerous creatures. Too rough and wild for someone as fair as you.”

She regarded the beast master; a large man, scarred on his face and arms as evidence of his livelihood. A minute frown pursed her lips.

“I am not looking for a pet. I need something...more.” She slipped past him and walked along the row of chained mutants for sale. They were big with long claws and sharp fangs. Most were bigger than a human with haunted, wary eyes. Used to whips and violence, and the filth of the markets and other dark places where they were trafficked.

“Do they understand when I speak? Do they listen?” she continued.

The beast master followed her, still not convinced she was in the right place. “They understand. But listening, that I can't guarantee. These are wild, feral animals, My Lady. Whatever you are looking for, you will not find it here.”

She ignored him and continued up the row, eyeing each creature. “I need something big, scary, but something I can trust. Like a guard dog.” She stopped in front of a jackal mutant; dark furred and yellow-eyed. It looked at her calmly, but wary. She stepped forward and it snapped. It lunged, jaws out. She jerked back as spittle sprayed her. The chains held the mutant for a moment. But at the second lunge, the stake holding its chains loosened from the ground.

The woman of white linen and flower scent fell back as the first touch of fangs made contact with her arm. But a scrape was all they managed. Even as the beast master lunged forward with his whip, the jackal was already yanked back. The small hint of freedom seemed to have made the beast feral. It snarled and clawed and snapped its jaws, but a much larger mutant had a hold of its chain. Green; thick-skinned and shelled. Limbs big like tree trunks.

This turtle mutant made no sound as he hauled the jackal back. Pinned the leaner canine down with a big hand on its back, then the other on its head while it growled and snapped. He held the jackal down until the humans of the market managed to get it properly restrained once more.

“As I said, My Lady,” the beast master repeated as the woman stood and dusted herself off, “this is no place for you.”

She paid him no mind as she approached the turtle mutant, now standing back in his place, waiting to be sold. He was covered in scars from head to toe. Grizzled and tired. But there was nothing aggressive about him. She stepped up to the line, the one put in place to keep all potential buyers at a safe distance. When the turtle did nothing, she stepped closer.

“My Lady!” the beast master called. “Stay behind the line.”

He knew beasts, but so did she. She looked up at the turtle as he gazed down at her.

“You protected me,” she told him.

“That one is from the gladiator pits,” another of the merchants said, speaking mostly to the beast master. “Very aggressive. He was retired due to his leg. He is useless in a fight now.”

She glanced down at his leg. A crude bandage wrapped around his thigh and over his knee. The flesh was swollen and red, and stank with infection.

“My Lady,” the beast master tried again. There was slight aggravation in his tone now as he tried to guide her back across the line. “If you tell me what you are looking for, I will help you find something with a more agreeable temperament. This one...this one is worth more if it were cut up and sold in pieces than in the state it is now.”

She glanced over to address the beast master and then the turtle caught her attention. His hulking form lowered and knelt before her, though it clearly pained him to do so. She knew most of the mutants could at least voice a few words, but she was still startled when the turtle spoke. His voice was deep, but dry like leaves before the first snow. Like his voice was being used for the first time in years.

“I understand and I listen, My Lady,” he rasped. “Take me outta here and I'll serve you 'til my last breath.”

She reached to him. Paused slightly before her fingers brushed the top of his scarred head. Still in contact, she sucked in a breath, closed her eyes, then let it out.

“This one,” she announced and smartly turned to the beast master. “This one shall be delivered to my estate.”

“My Lady,” he tried once again to convince her. “This mutant...this one is not for you. He is for the butcher. He would be worth more to you if you sold his meat and his shell.”

She raised her head, determined. “Then his meat and shell will be mine, in one form or another. I will buy him.”

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Raphael was boxed up into a crate and wheeled through the city. It wasn't a new sensation to him to be bought and sold like property. The various brands of different owners on his body were a testament to that. But this was the first time he had ever been delivered to this part of town. The part with the big estates. Massive houses where everything was clean and white. Where it seemed like the dust and filth of his world couldn't reach.

He was in a new world now. As he stared at the estate through the bars of his cage, Raphael wondered if he would be saved here, or if this would be his final resting place.

The estate was huge. White marble and plush red rugs. The place had fucking house staff, which all looked beside themselves when his cage was delivered. There was an older woman that seemed to be in charge. She too looked a bit overwhelmed with this delivery, but had no problem facing off with the men who delivered him.

“Well, what am I supposed to do with this?” she motioned to Raphael in his cage.

“Not my problem,” replied one of the two men. “We just deliver. What you do with that thing is your business. Sign here for the creature.”

The woman signed, but she did so with a severe frown. And when the men began to open his cage, she balked.

“What...what are you doing? You can't just let that thing out!”

“Only the mutant was paid for, not the cage,” the other man responded as if he had heard it all before.

The cage door was open and Raphael knew the drill. Still adorned in chains, he limped out and into the sun. Even the sun felt cleaner here; more energizing instead of hot and brutal. His infected leg prevented him from moving too fast, but he was no stranger to pain. It was a dull, hot ache simmering in the background of everything else that had happened to him lately. An hour before, he thought he was for sure going to the meat market and now...he was in this place.

One of the men handed this woman the tail end of his chains and the key to his shackles. “He's all yours. Good luck.”

The woman, who was most likely the head of the house staff, held both items dumbly as the men packed up to leave. “Wait! You're just going? You're not going to do anything to make sure we're protected from this...creature?”

The men looked to her and then to Raphael who had done nothing else but stand there. “He's your problem now. He doesn't seem to be too much of a handful. Hell, with the state of him, he may be dead in a few days anyway. Good luck.”

They left the woman huffing with the chain in her hand. Now she nearly looked too angry to be scared of him. And in this moment, Raphael had a realization. He could easily tear himself away from the befuddled woman and lumber off to freedom. But he also knew it would be a short freedom. If he left the grounds, if he showed any sign of violence, it would be his death. This world of humans would not tolerate his life for long.

So he looked down calmly at the woman and her small cadre of house staff, all looking at him as if he would run rampant at any moment.

“I will go where ever you want me to,” Raphael spoke, causing them all to jump. “I won't hurt anyone.”

A few of the other staff members still looked unsure, but the older woman seemed satisfied enough. She still looked distrustful and not at all happy with the hand—or turtle—she had been dealt. But she kept his chain in her hand as she led him forward. “Come along, then. We'll see what we can do to get you presentable.”

Raphael obediently followed like a dog on a leash. Nothing here was dangerous. He didn't have to fight for food, he didn't have to keep an eye on his back. He was so tired of fighting off creatures more feral than himself. This was a nice change of pace. He would gladly walk around this whole estate for days instead of going back to the pits or the market.

He was taken to a large trough of water where he was told to strip out of what little of a loincloth he still had and to clean himself. They didn't unchain him and Raphael didn't care as he sat in the cool water and sighed. It was a hot summer day and this felt amazing to his turtle instincts. He could live here in this trough, chains or no chains. No one requested he leave the water, so Raphael stayed for some time. He had actually fallen asleep when a gruff voice cleared his throat. He opened his lids half way to find a large man standing over him with a leather bag in his hand. Raphael had seen this man before. He was one of the few mutant medics. He had often heard people refer to them has a type of veterinarian in jest. But maybe they were just that. After all, he was an animal.

“I was hired to patch up your leg.” The man was curt. His voice told he had no time for foolery. “Get out.”

Long used to obeying a rough voice, Raphael heaved himself out of the water. He sat on the concrete floor as the doctor poked and prodded at his wound with no care for his comfort. The turtle was used to pain and barely flinched. Not until the doctor began to squeeze the wound to clear out the bacteria and puss. He jerked a bit from the pain and growled, but the doctor had seen far moodier mutants in his time. It wasn't too long before Raphael's wound stung cleanly of antiseptic, wrapped in a tight bandage.

Afterward, Raphael was given a pair of linen trousers to wear and was escorted into a side part of the main house. Inside, there was a wood table and a sturdy chair, and food. Actual food. Not grainy slop, not dirty near-rotted items from the market that could no longer be sold for human consumption. Actual good food: fruits and vegetables, bread, meat.

Raphael hesitated. There was no way this was for him. He had to be dreaming. The head of the household motioned him to sit. “For you, from our mistress. Eat. And behave yourself.”

Raphael didn't need to be told twice. He tried to remember what little manners her knew and ate carefully, but hungrily. While he was fed regularly as a fighter in the pits, once he was determined too wounded to go back in the ring, all resources had been cut off. He hadn't eaten for two days.

This was all too good to be true. He ate, but cautiously. As if suspicious of making even a single wrong move and it would all be taken away.

No one came to take his food. However, the woman from the market, still smelling of a fresh breeze and flowers, came into the room. Raphael paused the shoveling of food into his face as she stepped forward with the key and unshackled him. The chains fell heavily to the floor and Raphael eyed the woman carefully as she sat herself in the chair opposite of him.

“I hope these accommodations have been to your liking,” she said politely.

Raphael chewed and swallowed. “Best I've ever been treated in a long time.”

“You can continue to have this and more, as long as you are loyal to me. Betray me, and you go back to the meat market and I'll hang your shell on my wall.”

He licked his teeth. “Seems fair. But I need you to tell me why I'm here. What do you want me to do for you?”

She shifted slightly, squaring her shoulders. “My husband was murdered two days ago. He had many enemies and now I fear for my life. I fear there may be eyes and ears within these walls. I needed someone from outside, someone without any ties who only has loyalty to me. Your job will be to protect me. As long as I am alive, you will never know hunger or cold. You will live in comfort for the rest of your days. Do we have a deal?”

“I already told ya,” Raphael said seriously. “I'd serve you until my dying breath for getting me out of there. I meant every word.”

His new mistress leveled her gaze at him, looking satisfied. “Then we part when one of us dies.”

@thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @dilucsflame33 @fluffytriceratops @thepinkpanther83 @yorshie @yamanekomono @androidships007 @silversunskyless @avery73

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raphslovemuffin80 · 14 days ago

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I am DESPERATE for some 2k3 Donatello dating headcanons, literally give me anything PLEASE I AM OBSESSED

𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 - 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨 [𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑]

notes: i gotchu bestie. <3 lemme know if you guys want these for the other 2k3 turts as well! :D also sorry for taking literal ages to get this request done for you! thank you sm for requesting i hope you have a wonderful day/night! <3

warnings: brief nsfw mentions, mature language,

click here to read raph's ver. [will add the others later]

tags: @thelaundrybitch @turtle-babe83 @leosgirl82 @rheawritesforfun @s-s-ironnie @post-apocalyptic-daydream @mysticboombox @drowninghell @lec743 @raphielover @raphslovemuffin80 @squirrelfurs @bibiz82 @pheradream-15 @kikithedreamerwriter @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @moonsua1 [if i've forgotten anyone i'm so sorry please comment or dm me and let me know and i'll add you right away so i don't forget in the future!]

(if you would like to be tagged in my future tmnt x reader related work, feel free to let me know and i'll happily add you!)

i love you all sm! i'm sending all the virtual hugs and well wishes to you!! <33

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- as usual, 2003 donnie has an obsession with coffee. so if you get this mans some coffee expect an INSTANT marriage proposal. [honestly what ver of donnie doesn't have a coffee addiction?]

- likes to do your hair. it's calming to him and helps him think. hes watched a lot of youtube videos and stuff for it, so he knows what he's doing too. he likes to try new styles n stuff on you. everyone knows when he's particularily stressed or can't seem to figure something out because you seem to have a new hairsyle everyday until he's fixed whatever it is that's bugging him,

- will also handmake beads and stuff to put in your hair. <3

- makes jewelry for you, esp out of silverware and other things. it always turns out so beautifully.

- late night drives. donnie has insomnia and his brain works a lot during the night/evening. so expect to hang out a lot with him during this time. driving at night at new york is super pretty and peaceful too. esp when it's just the two of you. [so long as you don't mind the hectic city hehe-]

- cuddling with him while he works. includes sleeping on him/in his lab when he works really late into the night. he'll later carry you to bed.

- painting on his shell/body for funzies. and if he does the same to you don't expect it to look too great because 2k3 donnie can't draw for shit.

- donnie will gift you homemade cards with stick figures on the cover cuz again he cant draw but he knows you'll adore it no matter what just because he made it. plus you think its funny as hell and he adores your laugh.

- hes actually really good at photography. and he has loads of pictures of you. you two go out and take pictures together sometimes. it's always a lot of fun. and they always turn out great.

- late night talking sessions are a normal for you.

- donatello tries his best to get you to sleep at a decent time, but sometimes you'll refuse if he isn't coming to bed with you just to get him to go to sleep earlier. he'll probably lay with you for a while, unable to actually sleep. maybe he'll read or listen to music to help pass the time. sometimes he will also sneak back out of bed once you've fallen asleep, and when you catch him you give him a good talking to.

- he really needs to take better care of himself. he's always putting those he cares for above himself. so you're always there to make sure he's okay and that he's doing what he needs to do to be happy and healthy.

- you guys hardly ever fight. donnie isn't one to argue with you. he's a very gentle and kind soul. he rarely raises his voice. (but when he does you find it hot as FUCK- lets be honest--)

- fix it felix. always fixes things for you, even if you dont ask it of him. if he's at your place and notices something needs to be fixed he'll just do it for you. even if you insist he doesn't have to, he will anyway because he loves you. it brings him joy. and honestly, you should just let him because it probably stresses him out a little thinking about how your door isn't closing properly or your car sounds funny or your light keeps flickering-

- you like to prank him on occassion, this includes the whole "i filled my tank with the special gas-" or "i let them put premium air in my tires and they gave me a really good deal". it freaks and stresses him out, at least in the moment hehe. its very funny but keep in mind he'll get you back.

- him reading to you sfghfdgkjhdfg (id die please-) esp if you have trouble sleeping or something.

- coffee dates are a must. even if you dont drink coffee.

- donnie napping curled up on your chest/on top of you. you tracing the grooves of his shell. you've learned he finds this very comforting and it helps him fall asleep.

- hes a definite switch- lmao.

- very gentle and understanding. he's like your personal diary or therapist and you're the same for him.

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raphslovemuffin80 · 14 days ago

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raphslovemuffin80 · 15 days ago

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Updated Tag List For TMNT

hey guys! i want to make sure my tag list is updated for tmnt, so i'll post all the names/accounts that i have so far below. please let me know if you want to be tagged (esp if you are on this list). if you don't wish to be tagged anymore, that's fine! no hard feelings at all!

also if you guys could please let me know if you want to be tagged in just tmnt x reader stuff or if you also want to see tmnt x oc stuff. (which includes drawings). again, no hard feelings if you just want to see the reader insert stuff! ^v^ i just want to make sure i'm not tagging anyone who doesn't want to be tagged!

so 1) let me know if you're on here and you do want to be tagged. 2) let me know if you want to be tagged in 'tmnt x reader' stuff and/or 'tmnt x oc' stuff. :3

and finally, if you're not on this list but want to be, feel free to comment below and i'll add you! (also please specify if you want to be tagged in 'tmnt x reader' and/or 'tmnt x oc' stuff!)

here's my current tag list that i have:

@thelaundrybitch @leosgirl82 @rheawritesforfun @s-s-ironnie @mystics-tmnt-blog @drowninghell @lec743 @raphielover @raphslovemuffin80 @squirrelfurs @bibiz82 @pheradream-15 @kikithedreamerwriter @m1dnyt3-w0lf @scholastic-dragon @moonsua1 @dreamstormdragon @magickdream-creations @definitely-canon @misty-angerose @karma-reader @muamazon4 @akesdraws-blog @battydora @kate03-27

and that is it! thanks to those who get back to me! and to anyone who wants to be tagged! i hope you all have a lovely day/night! <3

here is my writing masterlist in case you want to read anything or refresh the mem.

here is my art masterlist in case you want to see anything or refresh the mem.

[if i don't hear from anyone i'm just going to keep them tagged just in case.]

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raphslovemuffin80 · 20 days ago

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Right here

So does anyone still like the Bayverse Ninja Turtles?

Hot take: I actually enjoy the Bayverse Ninja Turtles. Ever since it came out of course. And I always wanted to make Bayverse versions of my tmnt ocs. I love it to death.

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raphslovemuffin80 · 20 days ago

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Tmnt❤️🧡💜💙

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raphslovemuffin80 · 25 days ago

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raphslovemuffin80 · 1 month ago

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Very nice!

NSFW/BAY TMNT x reader/explicit ⚠️

When your turtle beau wants to breed you so badly just the mere thought of you makes his cock thicken. He glares at you with unashamed want in his eyes. You had really done it this time, not wearing panties and just so happening to flash your puffy folds at him as you crossed your legs.

“Tease” he grumbled. Hands allowing his finger tips to land on your inner thigh, you could feel a tingling pulse within your core. His grip tightened suddenly as he spread your legs with force, exposing your tender flesh to the cool air. Sweeping to his knees he dove his muzzle in, tongue feverishly lapping at each layer of your cunt spread wide open just for him.

You mewl throwing your head back, bucking your hips into his advances and begging him for more as he suckled every drop of your cum from your pussy. He was dying for thirst. His primal glare remained fixed upon your face, daring you to make eye contact with him. He eat you down from your high. Once your eyes fell into his he quickly gripped your hips, his lips gently smacking away from your heated cunt as he flipped you over on your knees.

With one of his hands he pressed your upper body down into the mattress, arching your rear at the perfect angle. He began lapping hungrily again as his free hand lowered his pants from his steeled cock, gripping and pumping himself to ensure his cock was rock hard for you.

He guided his aching member toward your cunt rubbing his massive head over your stimulated petals until he felt your tight little ring sink itself over the tip. A hiss escaped him as he slowly guided his thickness deep in the soft warmth of your womb. He stayed there for a moment, twitching his cock inside you as you moaned deeply into the mattress.

God he always made you feel so full no matter how many times he took you. A low churr rattled from his chest as he slowly began to fuck you, each thrust going deeper and harder until he had your cheeks clapping against his hips. He growls and groans between his deep panting as his hand slips up to the back of your neck, fingers embedding in your hair as he pulls your head back. Throat now arched you can no longer hide your cries.

God he always felt so good. You began to slam yourself against his thrusts, his head thickening with each thrust as you begged him to breed you. You wanted nothing more than to feel his hot cum coat your tender womb, filling you to the brim. His hips kept snapping until one last thrust touched deeper than them all and he released his pulsing seed deep within your body.

He continues thrusting although gently now, easily gliding his cock in and out of you as his own seed mixed with your arousal trickled down your thighs. His lips began peppering kisses and nibbles on your shoulders and back of your neck, arousing you even further. You beg him for more, letting out a groan when his cock slips out of your molten pussy. Again he slips down, gently guiding his long, thick tongue in and out of your heated hole. Your eyes roll back, body once tense now relaxing to the sensation of his soft appendage gently tending to every crevice as if he were licking a wound.

Your eyes close, your knees begin to weaken as he laps further nearly sending you into a trance. Little did you know he was getting you ready for another breeding.

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raphslovemuffin80 · 1 month ago

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Look at these babies

Crochet TMNT!

I can't remember when I started these guys. At least as far back as January. But I just got the last one done tonight!

The skin tones are done in Rise colors (or as close as I could get them haha) because these are more like templates or warm-ups. They were always meant to be. What I really want to make someday is detailed Rise versions.

There are also some size and shape differences because I was adjusting and updating the pattern as I went AND because no two yarns outside of the same brand seem to be consistent with the weight they list lol

We'll see when (and if 😅) I actually get to making Rise versions. But for now, I'm pretty happy with how these lil guys turned out!

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raphslovemuffin80 · 1 month ago

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The first time he ever set his sight upon you, his eyes widened as he absorbed every little detail he could find with his vision. He couldn’t help but drop his jaw in awe of your natural beauty, leaving him nearly breathless and stunned if only for a moment.

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raphslovemuffin80 · 1 month ago

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Living on the Surface for the First Time

This HC is from my Bayverse turtles living above the surface as themselves AU. They don’t really have any enemies to worry about anymore because they all deserve happiness and a chance to live without having to hide.

This idea basically came about from Tumblr conversations, thank you! You know who you are, I tried to include as much as I could!

TW: None!

Mikey

It’s not about admiring the ladies or trying to find a potential girlfriend when Mikey and his brothers begin living among the humans.

He just wants to have fun and get to do human stuff!

It’s the mundane tasks that we take for granted every day that bring him joy at first.

It’s going grocery shopping and picking out every type of cereal he’s never had the chance to try.

He ends up in the kitchen sitting around fifteen open boxes of cereal, a half-gallon of milk and several empty bowls.

He revels at the chance to be able to enter into a comic book store and buy actual new comics. No more dirty, old, or used comics for him. He realizes that this is what he wants to do with his life: sell comics and make others happy by embracing their inner nerd/geek.

Getting tickets to a baseball game with his brothers is another thing he’d always wanted to do.

Mikey catches the flyball with his bare hand as if it were no big deal and gets the pitcher to sign it.

Mikey’s eyes shine as people cheer and treat him like a normal person who deserves to be there.

He and his brothers go to NYCComicCon! As themselves! He has the greatest time greeting fans, signing stuff and taking pictures.

Again, it's the simple things that he enjoys. Walking around in broad daylight just because he can, chatting it up with anyone willing to talk to him.

Ordering a street hotdog with every possible topping you can get and taking a bite like it’s the most amazing thing he’s ever tasted.

He’s even happy to learn boring stuff like putting out garbage and recycling and taxes.

He makes real, actual friends with humans, gaining acceptance has been his dream for a long time.

Mostly, he’s just happy to finally be able to enjoy the sun, skateboard, and go sit at the duck pond in Central Park.

He finally understands it’s about the little things.

Raph

When Raph begins to live on top, it’s not all that glamorous at first. He decides to try living a normal life, including using transit for the first time, eventually getting his license, and driving a car.

He initially regrets his choice after being stuck in a packed subway car or rush-hour traffic, but eventually comes around.

One of the first things he does is go to his favourite restaurant, a steakhouse, with his brothers. He’d always wanted to go there.

Getting tickets to the Knicks again, but this time he gets to sit in an actual seat.

The seats might be a little tight, but he doesn’t care. No more hiding in the jumbotron for him.

It's pretty nice to be able to order a beer and hotdog from the vendors like a normal person.

Going grocery shopping for him is kind of hilarious.

He stands at the juice display for at least ten minutes, unsure of which brand to pick. He’d never had a choice before; it was whatever they could grab or salvage.

It finally clicks in that he really can get whatever he wants so he picks three kinds of juice.

He experiences the nightlife for the first time, going to a comedy club, or a sports bar with Casey.

Going to an actual gym and making gym buddies who all want to learn his workout regimen and techniques.

Buying furniture for his place and lying on beds in a mattress store.

He’s never had a new mattress in his life and sinking into all that plush is heavenly.

Having new things, not old, busted, or scrapped together, is such a foreign concept to him that he almost feels like he’s not supposed to have nice things.

He goes to a craft store and is presented with wall-to-wall options. Every kind of yarn in every colour, all the knitting supplies he could possibly want.

He’s honestly a bit lost and overwhelmed until a kind, old woman moves to assist him.

After accepting her help, she invites him to join her knitting circle, and he actually goes.

Once it all sinks in, it’s not so bad, he decides. He could get used to this.

Don

Donnie has big dreams of living above the surface. He wants to help people and make the world a better place, but first, he starts small.

He goes to a computer store for the first time ever and chooses parts for himself.

Leo goes with him and promptly loses him in the store for an hour.

He finds him assisting and advising other customers in their purchases much to the annoyance of the actual employees.

He goes to every museum and art gallery in the city, even the children’s museum.

He takes pictures of everything.

Every dinosaur skeleton, statue, mummy, sarcophagus, and even the rocks in the geology section.

He is truly like a kid in a candy store getting to do all of the things he’d never gotten a chance to do.

In true nerdy fashion, the next place on his list would be the library.

He spends hours in this magical place reading as many books as he can.

He gets a library card! After establishing a place to live he’s able to bring proof of residence and can apply for a library card.

Once he gets it, he spends a hot minute admiring the first piece of ID with his name and address on it.

The next step for him is to get his driver’s license.

He and his brothers are probably the only ones excited to be at the DMV.

Donnie is too tall for the car provided by the DMV for the test so they need to use the garbage truck.

Of course, Donnie passes with flying colours, but the same can’t be said for Mikey, who fails the first time and passes on his second try.

Eventually, his dreams do come true, and he starts a company to help people with his inventions.

Leo

He is the hardest to convince of this lifestyle change.

After all, they have everything they need in the sewers, why bother changing all of that to be in the noisy city with all of those people?

That’s when his brother Donnie takes him to a plant nursery for the first time.

His entire outlook changes.

Leo ends up filling his cart with all kinds of plants to start a little greenhouse—not one with artificial light this time, but one with actual sunlight.

Okay, now he’s having fun. He spends weeks constructing this greenhouse with his brother’s help.

Setting it up with all of his plants once it’s completed is quite cathartic to him.

This is when he finally starts to come around and try things.

Of course, he goes to the games with his brothers and has a great time.

He visits a teahouse and experiences a newfound sense of peace and tranquility like he never imagined.

He tries a few restaurants, orders takeout, and quickly realizes that he doesn’t know how to cook anything other than rice.

Cue Leo taking a cooking class and learning how to cook for himself.

He goes to the grocery store to pick ingredients to make his first actual meal from start to finish.

He’s so proud of himself and posts the picture on social media.

He gets such a positive reception that he begins posting all of his meals, gaining a small fanbase.

It takes him some courage to join a local dojo, but he quickly develops a sense of belonging.

He would eventually open his own dojo with their support.

At home, he creates a reading nook for himself by the window in his apartment with the most comfortable chair he’s ever sat in and loves to read when the sunlight streams in at just the right angle.

He also takes the time to create a little zen garden for himself on the same rooftop as his greenhouse.

And Leo, being Leo, still checks in on his brothers to make sure they’re adjusting well to life on the surface.

This includes telling Mikey to remember his reusable bags when he goes to the grocery store, telling Raph what day to bring down his garbage and recycling, and reminding Donnie to eat when he spends eight hours at the library.

He may have taken the longest to convince, but once he’s established a life for himself, there’s no going back to the sewers.

He finds himself wishing he’d done all of this a lot sooner.

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Random Turtle Thoughts...

Is this what painters feel as their brush strokes bring the oils on flat canvas to life?

Is it the rush that long distance runners describe as a high after they've gone long eough that the anguish in their fatigued muscles suddenly morphs into immeasurable strength?

The breath of awe that steals an explorer's air as they emerge from dense overgrowth to a pristine waterfall, untouched by the perversion of man?

Is it the warmth and security that blossoms inside a child's heart when wrapped up in their favorite blanket, snuggled against their favorite stuffed animal?

Leo didn't know for sure. But what he did know, gleaming cerulean orbs drinking the image of you in, was that he would keep this moment etched forever in his heart.

Standing at your bedside, he calmly stripped off his gear. All the while tracing your delicate curves, bathed in silvery moonlight, with his heart. Threading bits of his own soul and devotion as he went.

Slipping into the plush comfort of your bedding beside you. Wrapping his muscular arms around you. Pulling you close. Holding you tight. Nuzzling his snout in against your neck until finally feeling like he was one with you - Leo let's out a sigh.

Fingers brushing small circles against your bare skin, bringing his love for you to life.

The rush of your body reacting to his touch, suddenly replacing the tired ache of his limbs with a weightless synergy.

His breath stolen by the awe of your loyalty and affections given so freely to him. Your fingertips trailing paths across his scales with a reverence that rivaled his own.

A warmth blooming in his chest as your love blanketed him with a comfort - a security - he thought he'd never know.

The sleepy smile breaking across your silken lips setting every nerve in his body on fire in such a way that he never wanted to the relief of water again.

It's what he feels in this moment. Right here, right now. That in all the chaos and turbulence that dictated so much of he and his brother's lives, you were his guiding light. His beckon to call him home.

That so long as he was with you, he would always be exactly where he belonged. With you, he was whole.

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raphslovemuffin80 · 1 month ago

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He catches you staring at him - TMNT Headcanons

Bayverse TMNT x female reader, slightly suggestive, established relationship. Turtles are aged up to mid twenties or so.

Leonardo was practicing a new set of drills with his swords, always trying to improve himself.

Dramatically swinging those katanas and barely touching the ground, he was truly swept up in his training. He didn't notice you were sitting at the edge of the dojo on the ground, hugging your knees to your chest as your eyes glimmered at him.

Leonardo gave a tired chuckle, panting. "How long have you even been there?"

You replied with a simple "Long enough" as he walked his way over to you and took your hands in his, gently pulling you towards him into the dojo.

Between a series of butterfly kisses, Leonardo took one of his swords and placed the hilt on your hand. You knew the significance of an act like that - a ninja letting you hold his katana - and you accepted it with grace as he managed to get you in the proper position to hold it while peppering your cheek and your neck with delicate kisses.

You asked Leo if he was sure you should be doing both of those at the same time.

He replied, "It's worth it when you're that cute."

After that, both of you became laser-focused on the kissing.

Leonardo gently took the sword from you and set both on the ground, and with that taken care of, he kissed you harder.

His fingers ran through your hair and tugged gently to add a hint of spice, after which he didn't mind leaving a nice hickey on your neck.

Your full on make out led to him picking you up off the ground and you straddling his waist, him gripping your thighs firmly.

Leonardo would train tenfold if all his sessions could end like that one.

Super smug at the fact that he caught you staring and no, you will never hear the end of it.

Michaelangelo instantly erupts into booming laughter infused with pride, subtly waving his arms a bit before his hands land on his hips and he adopts a power pose.

Of course, he flexes to show off his biceps too.

"Alriiiiight, I see you lookin', baby!"

Mikey knows you get flustered at his remarks and he wants to exploit that, in a loving way, of course.

"Yeah, you want some of this, don't you?"

Mikey walks his way over to you with a sway, his bright blue eyes fixed on you with a seductive look. "Do you... need to have me now?"

You playfully roll your eyes at him, and your flustered embarrassment becomes laughter. You give Mikey a light swat away with your delicate hand, a gesture he's come to known and love after months of showering you with his signature humor.

You remind him that you catch him staring at you all the time and it's about time you two got even.

Mikey, of course, takes "getting even" with a whole other meaning, and he finally pulls you in for a kiss before swinging you over his shoulder and taking you to his room.

After that, he'll wink at you and wiggle his brow muscles from across any room, way more than usual.

Raphael wants to play it cool when he notices, to pretend he's oblivious to your staring and that he doesn't care.

He can't.

In the moment, Raph goes about his business as best as he can and continues doing whatever he was doing, albeit stumbling a little bit.

He knocks over some things on the table and accidentally kicks a chair. He is beauty he is grace, amiright?

Raphael does love the fact that he caught you looking. When the initial excitement of seeing your beautiful eyes already on him wears off, he finds it in himself to feel proud.

Seriously, someone as wonderful as you can see beauty in him? He must actually not be bad at all!

About a day goes by since he caught you staring. Just when you're about to decide it was really no big deal and you two were going to continue like nothing happened, Raphael went over to the couch where you were watching TV and sat close to you. Really close.

You knew Raph often said more when he was quiet. He was leaning in to you slowly, with his big green eyes softening and giving you that look.

"Yes?" You ask him, playing dumb.

"I, uh..." he begins. "Yesterday, I saw..."

You decided to tease him with a number guesses of what he could have seen, each more ridiculous and far fetched than the last. Raphael leans in to quiet you down with a kiss, smirking softly into your lips. When he pulled apart, you shared a soft look and finally he spoke up again.

"I just like it when I look at you and you're already lookin' at me, babe," he admitted.

It led to you making out right there on the sofa, with his hands traveling over your body and paying special attention to your thighs.

There may or may not be a hickey on your neck after it.

Donatello was slurping juice from a box when he caught you staring at him.

He didn't choke on it, fortunately. But he did stop mid-slurp and stared back at you, his unblinking eyes appearing huge underneath his glasses.

Finally, Donnie finished up his sip and spoke up. "Yes?"

You looked at him, starry eyed, and in your cutest voice told him, "You're pretty."

That was when you found out turtles could blush, because he got a peachy shade across his nose.

You found it really adorable that he could be so touched by your looking at him or what you said.

The rest of the day, Donnie kept you really close.

This included letting you sit on his lap and cling to him while he worked on this thing or that thing.

It surprised you how he could be using his hands to work but at the same time hold you tenderly. You don't know what it was, but your body molded perfectly to his.

He talked on and on about whatever he was working on, and you listened.

Eventually, he hit an idle point in his work and faced you. Donnie smiled softly and he leaned down to kiss you.

The soft kiss eventually grew in force and there you were, making out with Donnie on his chair.

Your kiss was interrupted by the beeping of his timer, letting him know that the sample had reached the necessary resting time for it to settle (or something).

Donnie kept kissing you.

You were just about to ask him if he was going to check that when Donnie picked you up and got up from the chair, breaking the kiss for a moment to smirk at you. "That can wait."

He wound up taking you to his room where you could continue in private.

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