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Hi Avery. I’m normal I promise

Random Turtle Thoughts...

Adult Bayverse Mating Season HCs....

(Read at your own discretion)

mating season in total lasts close to roughly 2-2.5 months with 3 fever-pitch weeks

and the guys hate every single second of it

worse, season doesn’t box itself nicely in a set of this time to this time

it can vary – a lot

sometimes it hits the brothers all at once and they’re over it about the same time

other years they all start and finish up to three whole weeks apart from each other

and there’s no way to tell how it’s going to go

it’s 100% a wait-and-see aspect of their lives

the onset of season starts with natural coloration down each of their necks beginning to become highly pigmented

the stripes are always there, just extremely faint and nearly indiscernible from the rest of their more human-like skin between scales

by the time they hit rut though, each of the brothers have very vivid stripes stretching from their bottom lip down to the top of their plastron and spreading over the tops of their shoulders

at their lips the stripes are nearly white, shifting to bright yellow at their throats and then deepening into red the rest of the way down

the colors are striking and beautiful

even though none of the brothers think so

about a week before season really sets in, things in the lair get LOUD

they’re all feeling extra irritable and territorial, so rumbling growls, bared teeth, snarls and even hisses at one another are now the norm

they are all feeling the need to assert their dominance right now

most surprising in this, ESPECIALLY Mikey!

the normally fun-loving, light-hearted, sunshine boi loses every single shred of little brother energy and an entirely new side of him comes to the surface

Mikey suddenly becomes the big fish (or, erm, turtle) in the pond and isn’t afraid to remind his brothers of this (think mob boss Mikey)

at least for a little while

then, after a week or two, the fever-pitch weeks hit

if you’re close with the brothers but nothing more, they’ll ghost you

no calls, no texts, no surprise visits – NADA – like they vanished into thin air

only Splinter can be found in the lair

and he’s not breathing a word of where the brothers are

don’t forget – each turtle has his own private space away from the lair now (as I mentioned in a previous set of HCs)

patrols are also kept to their respective areas of the city during season

which is honestly cool with them as it satisfies the itch to “establish territory”

(they’ll still meet up and go out together like normal if the situation calls for it, though they’ll be huffy with each other the entire time)

now, if you’re in a relationship with one of them…

things will go one of two ways

either he’ll still ghost you (he may or may not tell you the real reason why)

OR

you’re in for an intense period of time

again, season doesn’t fit nicely in a predetermined time frame

so getting time off of work/totally freeing yourself from family and other adult obligations to be with him will be near impossible

at least for the full duration

most likely, he’ll have you join him in his own space whenever you can

(but expect angry tears and difficult goodbyes EVERY time you have to leave during season)

he tries not to be like that, really he does, with all his might, and yet still fails, he just can’t help it

another important thing to know, if you are joining him at ANY point during the fever-pitch weeks, do not expect anything other than being naked, on your hands and knees getting railed

this is mating season after all and his time with you is limited

he IS going to make the most of it

so there won’t be cuddles or sweet talking or foreplay or anything kinky right now

sorry my dear but nature takes over and he is breeding you

so I hope you like doggy style and repetition, cuz that’s what’s happening

each time only lasts about 15 minutes at best

but you only get a short break in between before he’s back for another round

and when I say short, I mean like enough time for you to grab your water bottle and take a swig before he’s pulling you back under him

and you’ll “lose” him each time as he goes into a sort of trance

he’ll only be himself for about two or three minutes between rounds

the only other real interaction you’ll get with him right now is when he chirps and huffs at you to let you know he wants more

this breeding is also a hands-free affair

seriously, he won’t touch you once he starts

his hands are kept solely to whatever surface he’s got you on

he is terrified he’ll get lost in what he’s doing and hurt you if he doesn’t

expect for him to practically be on top of you should you need to step away for a bathroom break or anything too

nature dictates to him that his body has to block yours from any other would-be mate

it can be annoying and make you feel claustrophobic

but do your best to be gentle with him, he’s all kinds of screwed up with hormones right now and believe me, he HATES that he can’t behave differently right now

once the fever-pitch weeks subside, prepare yourself for a whole new experience

cue your turtle going through violent mood swings and turbulent bouts of emotions

it’s kind of like being with someone who’s drunk and going through all the stages of grief at the same time

one minute he’ll be frisky and giddy, the next he’ll be mopey and standoffish, only to turn around and be sobbing into your lap the next

tread carefully here

making him feel like an idiot, when he himself already feels this way, during these weeks will severely damage your relationship

if not outright destroy it

and even though the brothers have all come back to the lair because they can stand one another again, you’ll still be shadowed and crowded whenever around anyone other than him

you’re consolation?

his wits are back and any more time you spend with him before season is over is spent focusing all on you

(so long as he is still getting to fill you full of fresh, hot cum)

expect praise, poetry, constant affirmations of his love for you, hugs, kisses, cuddles and whatever you want in whatever position you want

sounds amazing, but sorry to burst your bubble, it is still intense and can feel suffocating

 but I promise it gets easier with each season you spend with him

and it does nothing but renew his resolve to cherish you unconditionally every day after, still amazed at how unfathomably lucky he is to call you his

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god grant me the strength to write my weird porn, the serenity to write my weird porn and the wisdom to write my weird porn

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Do you think we’re friends in another timeline?

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:D

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On Friendship.

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Random Turtle Thought this evening....

Raph grumbles to himself all the way from the fridge, where he's snagged himself a beer, to the armchair where he drops himself. He's forcing air out his nostrils, trying to calm his breathing. Tries to focus on the liquid as it slides down his throat with each drink. One. Two. Breath. Three.

It's not helping.

He presses back farther into his chair. Spreads his legs a little farther apart. Props his elbows out over the armrests. Trying his best to make himself more comfortable.

Maybe that'd help him settle.

He's just pissed right now. Patrol sucked ass. Couple of dumbasses trying to get in the mix solely for the sake of catching it on video resulted in the muggers getting away. Flared nerves from disagreements over the calls made tonight didn't help. Fuck tonight.

He was just ticked. He just needed to calm down.

You couldn't muster a kind greeting to the brothers as you passed each of them in your silent pursuit to find Raph. Raw tears were too close to the surface. You could only nod in acknowledgement of them as you passed. Today had been a vicious bitch. But you wouldn't give those fuckers who'd given you so much hell today the satisfaction of breaking you down. So, fists clenched tight at your sides, you march about the lair to find him.

He wanted to be happy to see you. Honest to pizza gods he did. Wanted to give you a smile and greet you affectionately. He couldn't force himself to do it though. And you didn't offer a kind greeting to him either.

So he just watches you; mossy green eyes stitched with molten gold nearly glowing with roiling emotions just beneath the surface.

You wanted to smile at him. Wanted to feel giddy and wrap your arms around his neck. Pepper his face with sprinkles of kisses laced with giggles. Like you normally did. But you didn't have the heart to do it. If you let loose of the anger you were clinging too, you'd lose it. You couldn't. Wouldn't. No, you needed to keep your foul mood.

Raph says nothing as you snatch a blanket from the stack. Doesn't make any motion to invite you in as you draw closer. Neither opens himself up nor closes himself off as you begin to climb into his lap. He just sits still.

It's not exactly easy, to climb up into his lap, even though he's much bigger than you. You grunt and huff in irritation as you twist and wiggle, pulling the blanket up after you. Trying to find just the right way to sit, with no help from him.

An elbow presses against a fresh injury. Raph bares his teeth and growls.

He loves you. With all his heart. But he doesn't have the patience for this right now. He hasn't calmed down. He can't give you what you want.

You give a rumble in imitation of his growl back, but you freeze so as not to hurt him any more. He shifts under you. Growls again.

Another rumble of your own in response. You can't give him what he wants right now.

Glares at one another might look like the two of you are ready to fight to outside eyes. But this is you. This is Raph. He recognizes you're asking to please not be pushed away. To please have him pull you close. You understand he's asking for a minute. He needs a chance to just breathe. Just let go of what's got him riled up.

You don't ask. He doesn't ask. And that's okay. Neither of you are really interested in talking about it. Not now at least.

He shifts a little more. You wiggle again, trying to get comfortable. Another growl, though this one softer. You look up to him in silent apology. His gaze sweeps over you, gathers you're not actually mad.

The smallest gesture of reassurance he can offer right now, Raph's expression softens. And he stretches out to press his nose to yours. You accept, tears hot in the corners of your eyes, pressing back. Your hands cupping his face and holding him there.

A brief moment of stillness. Then with a deep sigh, one you know isn't directed at you, he falls back. And you nuzzle in, head tucked up tight under his chin. A strong arm encircles you. Brings you in tighter. You sweep your fingers in gentle strokes across his chest.

Slowly, delicately, he unwinds. And droplets softly fall from your eyes. This goes on a few moments more before he nudges you with his nose, causing you to turn your face up to him.

Lips press surely into yours. Volumes of all the things you both want to say communicated through the deepness of this kiss. Then, pulling fractional away, you both say, as you have so many times now, words so well known they might as well be engraved on your tongues.

"It's okay. I've got you. You're safe. You're mine. I've got you."

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☆ hug for anyone who needs it ☆

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To the person that walked in the break room just in time to see me dunk a Cool Ranch Dorito into my strawberry yogurt:

I am sincerely sorry.

*cronch*

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lol spoon you know who you really need to tag? @desceros

"I like old men and I like robots so this is like the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell of my interests tbh"

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Alex Dimitrov, from Love and Other Poems; “The Weather of Our Lives”

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do you take request?, if not well thats alriaght🥲.

But if yes, can you do heartbreak aganst with donnie? Bayverse or rottmnt

Im sorry if im requesting anonymously, im nervous and embarassed😆.

something like this?

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one more (link to ao3 here) 2.1k

Man, she's so tiny, he thinks.

f!reader, rated t. meet-cute, pre-relationship. basically the "what if the tiny/raph meetcute from amaranthine, but this time it's a raph fic." for my friend @justalotoffanfiction HAPPY BIRTHDAY im sorry it's so late

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look, look here, can't you see (link to ao3 here) 4.2k

When he'd think look at me look at me look at me, this isn't exactly what he had in mind.

f!reader, rated e. friends to lovers, mutual pining, smut, body worship.

affectionately known as the tittytello fic, based off of this art that gb drew. i wrote this MONTHS ago and completely forgot about it, oops. plz enjoy ✨

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I wish my menstrual cycle a very big fuck you

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194. Work

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198. Distrust

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204. Feral