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“Surprised you ain’t in bed by now.” He murmured. “Long day, huh?”

Even now, in what could have been the context of a perfectly normal and unassuming brotherly conversation, I felt so disarmed by the calm, tender demeanor of my otherwise fiery brother. It was as if he had to show off some kind of steely bravado in front of the others, but when the two of us were alone, he felt comfortable enough to make himself vulnerable.

“Yeah.” I sighed, closing the door behind me. “Couldn’t fall asleep, though.”

The eldest of the Mutant Ninja Turtles finally enters his Teenage years. As with all adolescents, some awkward stuff is bound to happen.

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Is your son named Raphael? Cause this is the biggest headcanon ever.

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Maaan straight girls have some crazy ideas about how dicks work

The Boys + What They’re Packing

So there are opinions in the community about the baras, especially the debate between plastron or tail dick. I lean towards plastron dick, as well as no outer balls. Others may feel differently and that is totally fine, and I will try to write as neutrally as possible.

Now to dicks!

Leo

The #aesthetic dick

A solid 9 inches, a little thick but not too much

A few veins, with a thicker middle

The whole head is very sensitive, and he can cum from just sucking/touching the head

His erections are extremely controlled, and he only releases when he wants to. The thing that gives his arousal away is his eyes; they are calculative and sharp, taking in all the details

Blowjobs > Handjobs because they give him more control and feel more stimulating

The head is little pointed

A little bit of precum but not an overwhelming amount

His dick tilts to the side a tad and it drives him insane

Gets darker towards the head

Raph

The #wrecker dick

A good 9.5, very thick

Not impossible to take but definitely a process

A lot of veins, but the one running along the the bottom from base to tip is the most sensitive

His erections are obvious because his whole body shows his arousal. His cock is hard and his muscles tense and his eyes get all dark and glint like wicked amber gems

Handjobs > Blowjobs because he likes to kiss his partner and look them in the eyes as they bring him to the edge

His precum is pretty abundant

His dick almost looks angry, its veined and darker than his skin. He has little marks that remind you or freckles that you like to kiss and tease him with

Mikey

The #happy dick

Just like him, its smaller but satisfying and fun

A good 8.7, thicker then Leo but less than Raph

Like three veins, with a thick head

Boner boner boner boner

His erections are sporadic, and take up his whole mindset. He gets quiet, but is fidgety. His legs shifting restlessly while his eyes are looking around without purpose, baby blues hazy with lust

Blowjobs + Handjobs because either one is pleasure and thats okay in his book

Color is close to his own skin tone, up until his head, where its flushed dark with blood

A lot of precum.

Like this boy tends to gush because he’s so damn excited

The underside is the most sensitive to him and thats why he likes to grind on things because it provides direct stimulation

Donnie

The #satisfying dick

The longest of his bros, reaching about 10 inches

Not super thick but he can work wonders with what he’s got

A moderate amount of veins and similar color with a faintly darker head

While the whole thing is sensitive he enjoys slow strokes all over and light teasing to his head

His erections are very distracting. His brain isn’t thinking about how to fix the TV remote but instead on how to solve his arousal. He’ll wet his lips and his glasses will slip as he loses focus on what he’s doing and naughty thoughts slip into his head

Blowjobs > Handjobs because he gets so incredibly turned on at the thought of someone taking him in such an intimate way

Actually has only a little bit of precum

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Thank you for doing the turtles favorite female rapper so this just pop in my head so what are the turtles favorite/crush actress.

Note: as anyone who’s read my work over on AO3 might have guessed, I’m of the belief that not *all* of the bros are *entirely* straight. So, I’ve kinda gender-bent your question, to better serve my ideas as to what kinds of humans each of them might have crushes on.

LEO: Bruce Lee

Though he passed away long before the eldest turtle’s birth (if we’re going by ‘03/’12 standards), Bruce Lee has been Leo’s idol, role model, and heartthrob for as long as he can remember. He’s seen every movie, TV show, and interview the martial artist has ever appeared in, and even copies his dietary regimen. And honestly, what’s not to love? The shredded physique, gorgeous smile, mastery of Wing Chun kung fu, philosophical and poetic writings…Lee was the complete package, and Splinter Junior can’t imagine a more desirable person in any way.

RAPH: Ronda Rousey

Calling her a famous actress might seem a stretch, since she rose to stardom mainly on her MMA prowess, but to Raph, any flick she appears in is an instant classic. Between the girl-next-door good looks, and the deadly fighting skills, the hothead has been head-over-heels for Rousey since catching her first pay-per-view match. Sure, she may come off as serious, even frightening (at least to a guy who couldn’t take her on one-on-one), but in interviews, she reveals herself to be both playful and a straight-shooter, which are both surefire ways to steal the macho turtle’s heart.

DON: Benedict Cumberbatch

Be honest, are you surprised the genius fell in love with Sherlock? A classy, refined gentleman, with all the charm and wit one would expect to find in a classically trained British actor, all it takes is a single line of dialogue in Cumberbatch’s beautiful accent to send a shiver down Donnie’s spine. He’s also a vegan, and a Buddhist, which means a lot to the most timid of the brothers. And, needless to say, he’s a tall drink of water with a jawline that could cut glass, which always helps.

MIKE: Jennifer Lawrence

Despite his obsession beginning with her role as Mystique in the X-Men series, and intensifying with her overall badassery as Katniss in the Hunger Games saga, what Mikey really loves is the real J-Law: hilarious, down-to-earth, and quirky. Every red carpet appearance and talk show interview has the goofball seeing stars, and you better believe he has at least one poster of, as he often calls her, “his future wife”, hanging in his room. And really, with looks like hers, can you blame him?

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I love your headcanon about the turtles favorite rappers so what are the turtles favorite female singer/rapper

Ooh this is a bomb ass question right here! I have very few female artists, comparatively, in my music library, so some of these might be a bit on the fringe, but they’re worth looking into if you haven’t heard of them!

LEO: Jhene Aiko

She’s probably the most mainstream musician on the Fearless Leader’s playlist, but high up in his most played tracks. The poetic composition of her lyrics, be they about love, lust, drugs, or life in general, paint a vivid picture of a world Leo never realized would interest him. The storybook-like nature of her most recent album “Trip” speaks to him on an emotional level, especially her interpretation of Japan’s Aokigahara forest on the track “Jukai”. 

RAPH: Mia Zapata

A woefully-underrated artist with a tragic ending to her story, Zapata was the vocalist for The Gits, a punk-rock group based in Seattle that had a lasting impact on the foundation of the grunge genre. Upon first hearing their single “Second Skin”, the hothead could barely tell that the singer was a woman; he thought she might have been a tenor with an impressive range, relentless intensity, and convincing grit. Punk music like The Gits are what steered Raph toward his preferred genre of hardcore, but Zapata’s voice will always have a special place in his heart and music library.

DON: Imogen Heap

After hearing Jason Derulo’s “Whatcha Say” on the radio, the brainiac researched the sampled track, discovered Heap’s single “Hide and Seek”, and immediately fell in love. Can you hear how many recordings of her own voice she’s harmonizing with? Do you know how complex of chords she’s forming, despite being entirely acapella? Her music is intellectually stimulating, quirky, and very artistic, all of which appeal to Donnie. Some tracks are upbeat and poppy, while others are ambient and tranquil, giving him the perfect soundtrack no matter what he’s working on.

MIKE: Nicki Minaj

He learned every word of her verse on Kanye West’s “Monster”, and has been a diehard Nicki stan ever since. The goofball’s main criteria when picking out music is whether or not he can dance to it, so she checks his box with basically every track she puts out. Not only that, but her irreverent attitude and sassy wordplay are right up his alley, as are the over-the-top costumes and countless alter-egos. Mikey’s been caught practicing twerking to “Super Bass” by his brothers numerous times now, so he has no reason to hide his love of all things Harajuku Barbie.

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Can’t thank you enough, it’s perfect! ❤️

- 2003 Raphael - Ink and watercolour pencils @thefuuriofsuuri

I used stencils for the lettering (I forgot how much fun those could be)

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100k words!

Since restarting my profile on AO3 back in March, I've just cleared 100k words of published fiction!

Honestly, that’s probably more than I wrote through 4.5 years of university combined. It comes out to a clip of ~1500 words per day since Wildfire first premiered, and most of that pace was very highly front-loaded.

Needless to say, that’s unsustainable AF, but personally I’m proud to have done something with my stint of unemployment that I could roughly describe as ‘productive’. I also couldn’t be happier to have started interacting with other writers, artists, and fans within the fandom. It’s one (s)hell of a community, straddling generations, continents, and artistic tastes. Whether you’re a Mirage Comics purist, or a youngin excited for Rise to debut, I respect you, and appreciate your presence in the fandom!

Now that I’ve written a decent-sized novel’s worth of fiction, what’s next?

More writing, obviously lmao

I’ve got a lot more work to put in on Firstborn and Typhoon before they’ll be complete, and those are definitely my priority in my limited free time. There’s also a sequel (or two) in the works for Arrows, and an as-of-yet untitled piece set in a cowboy/Western AU. I’ve got a couple other potential idea-seeds, but there’s a lot on my plate as is, so honestly we’ll see what blooms and what withers.

I’d like to give a shoutout to everyone who’s commented on my stories, and interacted with me either here or in the chat. Y’all mean the world to me, and I love having people to bounce ideas off of, and to give me criticism or praise where it’s due. Ultimately, my goal is to become a better writer, and you guys are the ones helping to make that a reality!

Back to pecking away at my keyboard, trying to make chapter five of Firstborn legit before I can finally drop it on you. Suuri out!

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I’m not crying you’re crying

**THROWS SPRINKLeS AT EVERYONE** EN J O Y 

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HEADCANON: Favorite rapper?

Your own personal biases on the genre aside, let’s face it: the Turts are adolescent dudes who live literally immersed in NYC culture. No matter what their overall favorite types of music are, they’ve been exposed to rap and hip hop music since hatching. It’s a microcosm of unique subgenres and fusions, a universe of artists in itself, and a person’s favorite rapper speaks a lot about them. So, who’s bars are at most played on each of the bro’s Spotifys these days? 

Leo: Mick Jenkins

Sure, he could dig deeper and name artists like Shing02 or KOHH that better reflect his weeby tastes, but Raph and Mikey have clearly teased him enough that he’s been force-fed rap that’s a little more mainstream in nature, and some of it stuck. That’s not to say Mick is an A-list rapper, but what drew the Fearless Leader toward mixtapes like “The Water[s]” and “Trees and Truths” is how conceptual they are in nature. Each captures their respective themes of water and the Garden of Eden in a mix of intensely topical verses and tangentially-related references, and even the beats could be described as reflecting a more fluid or primal groove. Leo loves to gush about how similar such compositions are to ancient koans and proverbs like the Mumonkan and the Daodejing.

Raph: Action Bronson

Big. Brawny. Brooklyn. And a beard as flaming red as the hothead’s mask. What’s not to love? Raph’s been bumping Bam Bam since “Dr. Lecter”, but he hasn’t disavowed the half-aggressive, half-comedic rapper since the blowing-up of “Saaab Stories” and “Mr. Wonderful”. They both share a cool, nonchalant demeanor in their posturing that screams New York even louder than a Halal food cart with a megaphone, and the music is a perfect soundtrack for a day-to-day lifestyle of working out and kicking ass.

Don: Kendrick Lamar

He’s almost embarrassed, because K.Dot is as mainstream as it gets, being the king of rap. By its design, Donnie has a thing for intellectual or ‘conscious’ rappers, and never saw the appeal of so-called ‘gangsta’ rap until the release of the gospel-like “Good Kid M.A.A.D. City”. From there, what fascinates the braniac most about hip hop is how intricately rhymes can be structured. He takes pride in being able to show people the Rap Genius video breaking down Kendrick’s feature on “That Part” and mathematically proving that the king deserves his crown.

Mike: Tyler, the Creator

Colorful, irreverent, and surprisingly emotional, Wolf is everything Mikey could look for in an artist. The baby of the family’s been on board with Odd Future since the “Bastard” mixtape first dropped, but he’s still a fan through the mellowing demonstrated in “Scum Fuck Flower Boy”. If he lived on the surface, he’d be copping Supreme box logo tees in every primary color and wearing kelly green ski masks when out on a mission. These two share a high energy level and a capacity for empathy that’s sometimes lost beneath the humor and shock value.

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Requests are temporarily closed!

Thanks to all for the lovely requests and attention I’ve received so far!

Right now, I’ve just started my very first full-time job (building machines in a medical lab - ya boy’s a genuine Donnie lmao) so in the blink of an eye, my life has gone from ‘stay up til 3am writing smut’ to ‘wake up at 5am and chug coffee’, so all the time I devoted to writing has literally vanished.

This also means that beta-ing/editing, being equally time-consuming activities, are also off the table for the time being. If anyone ever has a quick issue they’d like some troubleshooting on, feel free to hit me up, but any major commitments would have to wait.

I’m still working on Firstborn, very very slowly working on Typhoon, and queueing up a couple requests/trades, so don’t think I’m about to throw a smoke bomb and go full ninja on ya! I’m not hitting the brakes, just shifting down a gear.

Stay tuned for more inFuuriating posts from Suuri, and keep your eyes peeled on the weekends especially!

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I made a mistake and left the request somewhere else.. but.. anyway.. how about... COWBOY TURTLES AU. Give the idea some sugar ;)

Ooh! This is both ambitious and potentially very interesting. It might take a bit, since Westerns aren’t usually my style at all, and I have a lot of research to do. But I’ll take it!

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Arrows - a Raph/OC (2007) story

Requested by @waterstar2016

Genre: Action, Romance

Rated T for graphic violence and awkward kisses

The patrol started off like any other. Cruising through the city streets on my motorcycle, climbing up fire escapes and bounding from rooftop to rooftop. Doing all the things that used to be routine with my brothers, when the four of us were still together. Once Leo shipped out for his training in Central America, Donnie and Mikey gave up going topside altogether, barring when it was for work. Me? Well, I don’t give up so easily. Cleaning up the streets is my work.

Perched up on the edge of a building like a gargoyle, the blare of an alarm from a shop around the block shook me from my daydreaming. Hopping down to street level, my armor clinked against the asphalt as I tucked and rolled to lessen the impact. I darted down the road, reaching for my manriki and whipping the chains around in my grip as I turned the corner. Glass littered the sidewalk in front of the pawn shop, where three hood rats had bashed the window in and were hauling out bags of stolen merchandise. The menacing lavender image of a dragon inked on one of their sleeveless arms clued me in as to their identities.

“Figured you schmucks woulda learned by now.” I growled, launching the weighted end of the manriki forward to wrap around the nearest goon’s ankle. “This part of town ain’t safe after dark.”

I yanked harshly on the chain, sending the thug to the ground with a satisfying thump. As I whipped it upward to release its grasp on my last target, his two buddies dropped their loot and reached for their weapons, one pulling a rusty lead pipe from his back, the other brandishing a glinting butterfly knife and a bloodied set of brass knuckles.

“Guess you’re slow learners.” I chuckled. Letting the cool metal begin to spin over my head, my opponents bared their teeth and prepared to charge forward. Just as I was about to send my weapon rocketing toward my mark, an almost-inaudible sound came from the rooftop across the street, something like a rubbery twang. Much louder noises followed a split-second later, the hollow rattle of a lead pipe hitting the sidewalk, and a bloodcurdling scream from the hoodlum who had held it. Lodged in his bicep was the long shaft of an arrow, its black carbon fiber shimmering under the streetlights.

In a heartbeat, another arrow pierced the hand of the other upright goon, sending his knife clattering to the asphalt as he let out an anguished cry. My eyes traced the trajectories of the arrows back to the rooftop, where cloaked in shadows, an obscured figure hunched at the lip of the roof, reaching back into their quiver and drawing their bow once more. This time, two arrows came flying downward, one striking the last unscathed Purple Dragon through his shoe to pin him to the ground, and the other wedging in the junction of the curb and the street directly at my feet. I eyed it curiously, noticing a sizzling fuse on its end, the embers a breath away from reaching the small tube on the arrow’s tail. I gulped, praying my armor could handle the brunt of whatever came next.

Thankfully, all that erupted as the fuse reached its destination was a plume of thick, white smoke. Classic ninja move, I snickered to myself as I darted through the haze. Not exactly knowing why I was giving chase, I made my way into an alley and threw myself up the fire escape, just in time to see the mystery archer hopping to the adjacent building. Maybe it was the desire to meet another vigilante? I mean, the last time I ran into someone who could give the Purple Dragons hell like that, it had been Casey, and my friendship with the bonehead was one of the few things that kept me sane. With Leo gone, and what little of my life that had been stable and fulfilling essentially thrown in the trash, I thought a new friend might do the trick a second time.

“Wait!” I hollered out at the mysterious figure as I followed, sprinting forward and leaping over the gap between roofs. “C’mon, I ain’t gonna hurt ya!”

The distance between us lessened, and I began make out the silhouette of whoever I was chasing. They were fast for a human, a good head shorter than me and a great deal more lithe, clad entirely in black from head to toe. A kid, maybe? With a shot like that, it couldn’t be. Were it not for the absence of the menacing red logo, my first thought would have been a Foot ninja. No, too skilled for that too; those clowns could barely hit the broad side of a brownstone half the time. Whoever I was tailing, they were quick, accurate, and dangerous. My kind of person.

My pursuit led me on a familiar route, one my brothers and I used to run regularly. No matter how much I shouted or how fast I ran, we were quickly approaching a point I knew all too well. The jump was across four lanes of traffic and two sidewalks, with only a two-story drop to the building on the other side. That’s to say, it was an impossible distance. The only one of us stupid enough to attempt it was Mikey, and that ended with him dangling from the balcony across the street, feet only inches from the ground.

“Hey, I just wanna talk!” I attempted to soothe as the shadowy enigma paused at the edge of the roof. They turned on their heels, plucking an arrow and drawing their bow straight at me in one fluid motion. Without even the courtesy of a snide comment, they let it fly, the projectile spiraling right toward the unarmored flesh of my neck. In a move only perfected by years of ninjutsu training (which still lead to injury more than half the time we practiced it), I snatched the arrow out of the air with its tip just a hair’s breath away from my throat.

“C’mon, that really wasn’t necessary.” I growled, snapping the shaft of the arrow between my leather-clad fingers. Hesitantly, I took a step forward, and they spun back around, clearly poising themselves to make the jump. Given everything else I’d seen from them so far, I wouldn’t have been too shocked if they could fly. However, as their feet left the ground, I could tell the arc of their flight was about to land them in the middle of the road. Seriously, I was that scary? That a person would rather jump out into traffic than talk to me?

Not seeing any other choice, I zoomed toward the edge and let the end of my manriki loose, watching it wrap around their wrist before tugging tightly on the chain. As they swung backward, weight solely supported by one wrist, a surprisingly high-pitched cry echoed through the street, and I prayed I didn’t break any bones in my desperate attempt at a rescue.

“Aw shit…Sorry!” I offered, throwing my hands under one another to pull them up. “Just, uh…Hang tight?” Not that they had much choice in the matter.

Finally bringing them up to eye level, I got my first good look at the vigilante since we set off on our wild goose chase. Their face was obscured by a dark cowl, but in the dim reflection of streetlights off the buildings around us, I could make out a pair of deep emerald eyes, and long hair of mahogany flowing out the back onto their shoulders. As they clutched their wrist when the chain came loose, their lips wrenched into a pained grimace, and I found my eyes drawn to how rich a shade of scarlet they were. If I didn’t know any better, it almost looked like makeup. Between that, the hair, and the supple curves of their silhouette, it really looked like this guy was…

“What do you want with me?” They snarled as they gained a steady footing before me. Nope, not a guy. The voice was a dead giveaway, higher even than Mikey’s, and clearly bearing a feminine lilt.

“Uh…” I stammered. Shit. As disconnected from the human world as I was, even a numbskull like me knows that following a girl around the city after dark isn’t exactly the best way to make a first impression. “Just wanted to say…That was pretty badass back there.”

“Well, you’re welcome.” She huffed, turning to avoid my gaze. “Those guys would’ve clobbered you if I wasn’t there.”

“Heh, that’s what you think.” I scoffed, planting my hands on my hips. “Ain’t you heard about me on the news? Nightwatcher’s kind of a big deal these days. I don’t take nonsense from nobody.”

“All that means is, you’re good at getting caught on camera.” She barked, looking over her shoulder enough that I could make out a faint smug grin.

“I’ve been doin’ this for longer than I’ve been dressed up like a walkin’ tin can, y’know.” I knocked on my helmet, letting a metallic clang resound out. “Me and the Purple Dragons go way back.”

“You’re not the only one.” She pulled off a glove, examining her wrist in the faint light. “But if you keep treating people like this, pretty soon, you will be.”

“Yeah…” I scratched at the back of my neck, awkwardly looking away. “Sorry. I, uh…I got a first aid kid on my bike? Should only be a couple blocks from here.”

Even at this distance, I could tell my manriki had broken her skin, but thankfully, no bones looked out of place.

“Maybe you’re not as dumb as you look.” She smirked.

As I led her down the building’s fire escape to street level, I found myself struggling to think of what to say. For a guy whose strategy is usually to charge into a situation without even a second thought, dealing with a human woman was almost entirely new ground to me. Sure, there was April, who’d practically become a sister to us, and Karai, who…Well, whether she was friend or foe was always a bit murky. This girl was clearly different, and it left me stumped. We walked in silence for a while, as I tried to get a good look at her through my visor without making it too obvious.

“So…You been doing this a while?” I muttered eventually. “Surprised I ain’t seen you around.”

“Depends what you mean by a while.” She explained. “I’ve only been in town for a couple years. Even that was long enough to see what the Purple Dragons do to people in my neighborhood.”

“Ain’t that the truth.” I shook my head. “I just wish more people were willing to fight back against those assholes. Where’d you learn how to do all that, anyways?”

“Started learning archery and karate when I was just a kid. Never thought it’d be useful here, of all places.”

“Yeah, well, that’s the Big Apple for ya.”

Finding my bike tucked between dumpsters in a secluded alleyway, I hunched down and unzipped one of the saddlebags. Whether or not Donnie knew exactly what I’d been doing at night recently, he’d certainly noticed all the cuts and scrapes I’d began to accumulate, and he started slipping a first aid kit into my bags a few weeks prior, just in case.

“What year?” The mystery girl piped up.

“Huh?” I popped the tabs of the white tin upward, lifting the lid to reveal the alcohol wipes and gauze I was seeking.

“The bike. It’s an Eliminator ZL600, right? Those were only made ’til 1994.” She ran her uninjured hand along the matte silver finish of the gas tank with admiration in her eyes.

“Oh, yeah.” I stammered. Beautiful, deadly, and into bikes? Maybe those Purple Dragons had killed me, and sent me straight to heaven. “Honestly, I got no idea. Whenever it was made, it was sitting in a pile of parts at the scrap yard six months ago.”

“You built this yourself?” She gave me an impressed look. “And here, I had you pegged as the all-brawn, no-brains type.”

“You’re not far off.” I wiped the torn skin of her wrist as delicately as I could, knowing the painful sting of disinfectant all too well and sympathizing as she winced. With her sleeve rolled up, I noticed some of what I had thought was blood at first was actually an ornate tattoo, what looked to be a blooming orchid with scarlet petals along the inside of her wrist. “My bro’s the one who knows all the details. I’m mostly just his bolt-tightener.”

“Interesting.” She caught me staring at her ink, and once I’d tied off a length of gauze around her wounds, her hand caught mine before I could pull away. “And does your brother also only have three fingers?”

“I…Uh, well…” To think that, all this time, I’d figured my disguise was flawless. “Fireworks accident?”

“Mmhmm.” She sounded skeptical, and I couldn’t blame her. “You know, a lot of the Purple Dragons have been talking about some urban legends that they haven’t seen too much of recently. Something about a group of giant frogs, or lizards, some kind of reptile.” Her other hand planted on the bottom of my helmet. “Now, I want to see if the rumors are true.”

“You…Promise you ain’t scared?” I gulped. “Last chick who laid eyes on one of us for the first time kinda passed out.”

“I don’t scare that easily.”

Her fingers slipped under the rim, and slowly began to push it back up over my head. I held my breath and screwed my eyes shut as cool night air hit the bare flesh of my skin, green scales now out in the open for her to see. Waiting for some kind of shriek, or at least a gasp, but when I cracked an eyelid open, she stood unfazed before me, staring back tenderly enough to make my stomach begin to flip.

“Guess the rumors aren’t true.” She grinned.

“Whaddaya mean?” I stammered, dumbfounded. “I’m a giant fuckin’ turtle!”

“Everyone said you all were freakishly ugly.” Taking a step closer to me, only a helmet’s width of space remained between us. “I think they lied.”

Before I could process that and plan out a comeback, she rose up onto her toes and her lips cleared the gap between us, planting on mine. I froze in place, completely unsure of how to respond to such a surprise, but savoring the unfamiliar electricity of contact with a girl as beautiful as her.

“What’s the matter?” She pulled away after a moment, her voice barely a husky whisper. “Never kissed a girl before?”

“Uh…” I sputtered. “Not too many chicks looking for guys who live in the sewer, y’know.”

“Here.” She cast my helmet to the ground and wrapped her arms around my neck, diving in with a deeper kiss than the last one. More prepared this time around, I leaned in and parted my lips a bit, allowing her tongue to slip inside and meet mine. As her grip tightened on me, I slid my hands down to her waist, caressing supple curves I’d never dreamed of having the chance to explore. My heart was pounding in my ears, and the leather and steel of my armor began to feel both too hot and too tight. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, until just as quickly as it had begun, the kiss ended. She chuckled at the dumbfounded expression on my face as she stooped down to grab my helmet and handed it to me.

“Not bad for a first time.” She tucked her hair back beneath the cowl, and started to turn away from me.

“Good enough for a second time, maybe?” I murmured, wanting to reach out and pull her back, but still too shocked to have full control over my body.

“I’m sure you’ll see me around.” She shot me a glance over her shoulder, one narrow-eyed and cocky enough that I began to doubt the words were true, though the wink she threw in muddied the waters a bit. “Later, Nightwatcher.”

In a flash, she disappeared into the darkness down the long alley. It must have been a good couple minutes before I had finally processed what had happened, convinced myself that it wasn’t a dream, and started to move toward my bike. From the same direction the girl had ran off in, a soft twang reverberated off the brick and windows, and my head whipped back just in time to watch an arrow whizz by. It planted in the leather of my saddlebag, and seeing a tube on its tail, I assumed she’d launched another smoke grenade my way.

When a few seconds had gone by with no explosions, I stepped closer to investigate. The tube wasn’t a tube at all; it was a rolled-up piece of paper. Untying it from the shaft of the arrow, I read the elegantly-scripted handwriting with a goofy smile creeping across my face.

“Gen - 332-989-1716”

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“The curse of the firstborn is that, of anything the four of us are bound to experience, I’m the one to go through it first, and the only one to be alone while doing so. Naturally, handling the unfamiliar is great preparation for being a leader, but as they say, it’s lonely at the top.”

The eldest of the Mutant Ninja Turtles finally enters his Teenage years. As with all adolescents, some awkward stuff is bound to happen.

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Underage

Category: M/M

Fandoms: TMNT (2003), TMNT (All Media Types)

Relationships: Leonardo/Raphael, Leonardo/Donatello, Leonardo/Michelangelo, OT4

Additional Tags: Puberty, Sexual Experimentation, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Awkward Boners, First Time, Turtlecest, Voyeurism, Teen Angst

Words: 9872

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HEADCANON: Ideas for a first date?

Leo:

Ever the traditionalist, likely because he was the one to sit by Splinter and watch those god-awful soap operas as a kid. Dinner and a movie seems right up his alley, probably somewhere fancy and romantic. Being the gentleman he is, he’d insist that you pick both, but if forced, his go-to is sushi and samurai flicks (yes, he’s a weeby dweeby, we all know it). Of the four bros, he’s the most likely to have you home on time, and be cautious about overstepping any boundaries, but he might hold your hand during the battle scenes of the movie.

Raph:

Buckle your seatbelt with this guy. Well, motorcycles don’t have seatbelts, but...I could see tickets to a metal band in a small nightclub, and a not-overly-sketchy biker bar, as being his ideal night. Sure, it doesn’t seem too romantic, but if you’re after the hothead, you probably aren’t looking for anything too sappy or mushy anyways. Besides, with that mountain of muscle keeping his arm around you, no one’s gonna hit you too hard in the moshpit or look at you too long in the bar. He’s not afraid of a little PDA; if anything, he’s got a thing for showing off a bit.

Donnie:

Ah, the intellectual. If a night with Raph sounds scary to you, maybe you’d prefer the peaceful quiet of a café and a trip to the museum? Donnie is clueless enough that he’d totally take a date to the library, if his brothers weren’t around to tell him how flat-out boring that’d be. However, the way to this guy’s heart is definitely through his brain, and if you can keep up with his explanation of why Sumatran beans are of higher quality than Peruvian, or sympathize with his fangirling over paintings from the Cubist movement, you’ll be sure to get a call back. If you want anything physical on the first date, though, you better be prepared to initiate it, because even the most chaste of goodbye kisses will have him blushing like a cherry and seeing stars for the rest of the night.

Mikey:

You better have some energy if you’re barking up this tree. Be it the beach or the park, he prefers to start out somewhere casual with fresh air and sunlight. Plus, if he can bring a surfboard or skateboard, you know he’d love to show off some radical moves in an attempt to win you over, and if you’re willing to learn how to use either, he’s more than happy to teach. No matter how tired or bruised-up you are when the lesson’s done, he insists on going out to the club. Be prepared for hours and hours of nonstop dancing, and having him literally hanging off of you the entire time. And with him, you can never plan on being home at a reasonable hour; he’ll stay out until sunrise if you let him keep you there.

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HEADCANON: Favorite music?

Leo: 

Out of all the bros, he’s likely the one least passionately into music. It’s most frequently played when he’s meditating, which is why his specialty is in mellow vibes. Be it chill-hop or boom-bap like Nujabes or J Dilla, minimalist EDM like Henry Green, or acoustic jams like Justin Nozuka, ol’ Fearless listens to music that keeps him in his trademark state of calm, cool, and collected.

Favorite song: “Spiritual State”, by Nujabes

Raph:

Big angry boy likes big angry music! Being the most culturally New York-ified of the bros, East Coast hip-hop is most definitely his thing. Be it old-school artists like Nas and Biggie, or newer vanguards like Action Bronson or Joey Bada$$, his musical tastes would fit in seamlessly with any other Brooklyn kid his age. In addition, there’s no better workout music than some hardcore, like Dance Gavin Dance, Saosin, or Avenged Sevenfold. Both get the hothead fired up and raring for some action.

Favorite song: “The Rockers”, by Action Bronson, featuring Wiz Khalifa

Donnie: 

The brain likes music that’s somewhat intellectually stimulating, but that doesn’t mean he can’t rock out! He has a soft spot for some older, progressive stuff, especially the political commentary of Pink Floyd, and the sci-fi storytelling of Rush. Not being a purist for the oldies, those same musical tastes have bled over into contemporary artists, like the comic-book metal band Coheed and Cambria. Additionally, with much goading from Raph and Mikey, he’s found himself listening to more hip-hop as of late, though it’s primarily rappers of the more ‘conscious’ variety, such as Common or Talib Kweli. Whatever kind of music really makes you think, he’s into it!

Favorite song: “Red Barchetta”, by Rush

Mikey:

As one might expect for the resident master of pop culture, a lot of Mikey’s tastes revolve around the Top 40, or whatever’s being played on the radio. Yes, he knows how to milly rock, just as he knows how to dougie, jerk, nae nae, and so on. Beyond that, he’s got a lot of the music you’d find on the playlist of any stereotypical ‘skater dude’ or ‘surfer bro’: from old-school punk like The Ramones, to West Coast hip-hop like Snoop Dogg, and of course, some reggae like Bob Marley. Of all four bros, he’s definitely got the most music; there’s got to be something for every mood and every occasion.

Favorite song: right now, “Nice For What”, by Drake, but ask him in a week, and it’s guaranteed to be something different