Donnie is hunched over Raph’s bike, trying to sync a stolen Foot Clan frequency into their HUDs. Leo is obsessively checking the perimeter, feeling the "turf" getting too hot. Mikey is trying to spray-paint a "Turtle Power" logo on a fresh leather vest. Suddenly, Casey Jones rips into the garage on his beat-up cafe racer, bleeding from a shoulder wound. He reveals that a shipment of "Green Mutagen" (illegal high-octane fuel or a literal bio-hazard) is being moved across the Manhattan Bridge by the Foot Clan’s "Cyber-Sled" unit.
Raph had been on edge lately, knowing that things were heating up with the Foot Clan and was just waiting for a reason to jump into a fight. He looked up when Casey came racing into the garage, seeing he was hurt. He listened when Casey told them about the shipment, growling and banging his fist against the wall. “Damn it Leo, we need ta do somethin about this! We can’t just sit idly by and let this shipment go through. I say we crash it before it even goes out and send a message” Raph said gruffly, glancing between his other two brothers to see if they agreed with him.
Any remaining data, calculations, or logical thought processes completely evaporated from Donnie’s mind the exact millisecond her lips met his. A low, ragged growl ripped from his throat, a sharp contrast to his usual calculated demeanor, as he melted entirely into the deep, agonizingly slow rhythm of her kiss. The sheer friction of her body against his when she locked her legs around his waist sent his internal temperature spiking well past safe operational parameters, but he had absolutely no intention of cooling down.
His fingers tangled deep into her hair, holding her head gently but firmly as his large palms slid down to grip her hips, anchoring her securely beneath him. He drank her in, pouring every ounce of his silent, intense devotion into the kiss until they were both completely out of air.
Breaking the contact with a soft, teasing nip to her lower lip, he rested his forehead against hers, a breathless, heavy smirk pulling at his beak. "Wasting time is a severe violation of my personal protocols, love," he rasped, his voice incredibly deep, gravelly, and thick with a dark, possessive heat. He trailed a line of slow, pressing kisses along her jawline, deliberately lingering over the sensitive pulse point on her neck until he felt her heart fluttering. He chuckled, a dark, vibrating sound against her skin. "Look at that. Your heart rate is skyrocketing. It seems my presence is causing a massive systemic anomaly in you, too."
Shifting his hips just enough to make her gasp, his arms tightened around her, completely enveloping her in his massive frame as if she were the only constant in his entire universe. "Leo and Raph can have the rest of the world," he murmured, his dark eyes blown out with raw adoration as he looked down at her flushed face. "Right here, right now, you are the only assignment that matters to me. And if you think I'm letting you out of this bed before we thoroughly utilize every single second of this privacy... you highly underestimate my efficiency. Let's see how high we can get those numbers to go."
A ragged, breathless gasp escaped Ginger's lips as Raph's heavy palms massaged her breasts, his thumbs bringing a sharp, electric jolt of pleasure straight to her core. The sensation made her hips roll in a tight, heavy circle, and she felt a hot, victorious thrill shoot straight down her spine the exact moment Leo’s hips involuntarily rolled up to meet her. His control wasn't just starting to break—it was completely gone.
She let out a dark, mocking laugh right against Leo's jaw, her tail giving an extra, possessive squeeze around his pinned wrists. "Meditation? Is that what you call this, Fearless?" she whispered, her voice a sultry, dripping purr as she ground heavily against his hardening length, completely shattering any remaining illusion of his restraint. "Because from where I'm sitting, your little zen routine is failing you miserably."
Leaning all her weight down onto his chest, she pressed their lips so close they were practically brushing, before cutting her molten amber eyes up to Raph over her shoulder with a brilliant, gold-flared smirk. "He really is a pain, isn't he? He thinks he's still in control." Locking her gaze back onto Leo's strained, desperate face, her smile turned wicked. "Raph's right, Leo. The teasing is over. Your meditation can't save you now. Stop fighting it and take what you want. Tell me you want to feel me, or I'll just let Raph have me right here while you watch." @fyreball66
I kissed him slow and deep, slightly moaning at the sound of the deep growl I heard from as we kissed. I shivered slightly as I felt his hands move down along my body, instantly wrapping my arms around him once he had let my hands go in order to keep him as close as possible. I was panting by the time he pulled back, smirking slightly when I felt him bite my bottom lip lightly, looking deeply into his eyes when he pressed his forehead against my own. “A violation, hm? So I suppose that means I’m in trouble… guess I will just have to receive my punishment” I smirked, feeling my heart race a bit more as I felt his kisses along my jawline, gasping a bit when I felt them against my pulse point and felt his hips shift just enough to cause some teasing friction against me. I nuzzled against him as I heard him speak, loving him even more as I heard what he said. “You’re right about that, neither of us are going anywhere, you are the only one that gets me feeling like this… and speaking of things going up, I believe I already feel something that is up already” I smirked, rolling my hips more to show him how much I wanted him. “Please my alpha… I need you right now” I said, pouting playfully as I waited to see if he liked the new nickname I gave him.
Leo looked up at her with a heated gaze, thrusting up a bit more the longer she ground against him, feeling himself getting harder with every roll of her hips. “T-That’s what I did during mating season… however right now, you are correct, it isn’t helping much at the moment. The only thing I want is to bury my cock so deep in you, you see stars” Leo growled out, his resolve completely dissolving the more she ground herself against him. He looked over and saw the smirk on his brother’s face, letting out a deep growl. “Not ONE word, hothead, I’m sure she was in control earlier when you two were going at it” Leo snarled out, trying to move so he could switch position and take her like he wanted too.
Raph couldn’t help the cocky smirk that was on his face as he continued to tease Ginger, letting out a deep churr before kissing and nipping along her neck to keep her riled up. “He ‘as always been a big pain in ma ass… ya keep going darlin… he is clearly starting to crack further. I’m ’avin lots of fun teasin ya, but I’m goin ta let go now and watch tha show. Jus let me know if ya want me ta step in” Raph smirked, giving Leo a small wink at his words before kissing Ginger deeply and than leaning back to see what she would do next, lazily stroking himself as he watched. @dragonfairy26
A low, victorious growl vibrated deep in Ginger's throat as Leo finally snapped, his feral threats of burying himself deep enough to make her see stars sending a rush of liquid fire straight to her core. Her fangs bared in a wicked, breathless smile, her tail remaining an unyielding band of iron over his wrists to shut down his attempt to switch positions. "I told you, Leo. I'm in charge here. You don't get to move until I say so. I can outsmart you, remember?"
To drive the point home, she leaned down, pressing her front entirely against his plastron while she dragged the flat of her tongue in a long, slow, agonizingly wet stroke up the tense line of his neck. She caught the sharp, shuddering intake of his breath right against her tongue, lingering right over his pulsing artery to let him feel the full force of her draconic heat.
Feeling the heavy, rhythmic friction of Raph settling in right against her backside, she let out a breathless, mocking laugh. She shifted her weight, grinding heavily against Raph’s front while keeping Leo thoroughly pinned under her thighs. She glanced over her shoulder, her gold-flared eyes locking onto Raph's cocky smirk. "Hear that, Raph? He wants to make me see stars. Why don't you hold onto my hips from behind and help me show the Fearless Leader what a real storm feels like? Don't just sit there and watch... help me break him." Feel his Cock press against her now dripping wet cunt.
A deep, rumbling churr tore from Donnie's chest when she leaned down and whispered that new nickname against his skin. The sheer audacity of it, combined with the slow, agonizing roll of her hips, completely broke whatever restraint he had left. His entire frame shuddered as she pouted down at him, her body completely trapping his lower half. Beneath her, his heavy erection throbbed violently, poking rigid, hot, and unyielding right against her smooth belly with a needy, involuntary tilt of his hips.
"A-Alpha...?" he rasped, his voice cracking slightly as a dark green flush crept all the way up his neck. His fingers fisted tightly into the sheets on either side of her legs, trying to anchor himself. "Ashley, the sociobiological classification of an 'alpha' is... highly inaccurate for a test-tube mutation, not to mention a bit too... aggressively primitive for my personal tastes. It implies a blunt force I don't possess."
He swallowed hard, his dark eyes burning with raw devotion as he reached up, his large hands shaking as he cupped her face to pull her down for a brief, bruising kiss. "Let's stick to something a bit more exclusive," he murmured against her lips, his breath hitching as he shifted beneath her to make sure she felt every single bit of his length pressing against her abdomen. "I'd much rather be your genius... your architect... Your Daddy. Let me be the mastermind who knows exactly how to map out your pleasure. You don't need to ask nicely. You already have me completely at your mercy. Now hold onto me... because the operator is ready to get to work." He lifts her up and slides you on to his cock. Moving deadly slow and hard. @fyreball66
Leo let out a small low growl at her words, not liking being able to move to do as he pleased, but knew he would have to yield in order to get the release he wanted. He couldn’t help the shudder that came out as he felt her tongue along the side of his neck, letting out a deep churr when she went over his pulse point. “F-Fine… I’m yours to command, Mistress, please ride me” Leo growled out, his heated gaze looking over to Raph as he heard what she said, waiting to see what he would do.
Raph had moved back to let her take control, however he had no problem helping if that was what she wanted. He moved back to place himself behind her, letting out a deep growl when she leaned back enough to grind herself against him at the same time she was grinding on Leo. “Sounds good ta me… howeva I think you should give him a little bit, he ‘as been behavin a bit betta. Go ahead, doll, show ‘im what it feels like ta ‘ave tha storm ride ‘im” Raph smirked, grinding himself a bit more against her so she would grind more against Leo.
As I waited for Donnie’s answer, I had rolled so I was on top of him, having completely discard any clothing I had on earlier so that I was completely bare and waiting for him. I smiled slightly when I heard the deep churr that came from him when I called him alpha, figuring maybe he liked being called that as I leaned down to gently nip his bottom lip. I stopped however when I heard what he said, sighing slightly as I knew what he meant, but I figured he misunderstood how I saw him when I called him that. I leaned against his touch when he cupped my face, kissing him in return once he had kissed me. “Alright, my genius, I understand… I just hope you know that to me, you are my alpha, and I mean that I am yours, and yours alone, always” I said, kissing him softly before leaning back up, reading for him to claim me as he wished. I moved as he lifted me up, letting out a sharp cry of pleasure once he lowered me down on his hard cock, my hands gripping the back of his shell tightly as I did my best to adjust to him as I sunk down on him, riding on him just as slow and hard and staring right into his eyes. @dragonfairy26
A deep, ragged groan ripped from the very bottom of Donnie’s chest as she sank completely onto him, his large hands anchoring tightly to her hips to control the agonizingly slow, bruising depth of the friction. Hearing her call him her genius—and hearing her promise that she was his and his alone—sent a wave of possessive, overwhelming heat straight through his system.
He didn't break eye contact for even a fraction of a second, his dark eyes blown out, completely dark with a dazed, raw adoration as he watched her chest heave. "Mine..." he rasped, his voice incredibly deep, gravelly, and thick with desire as he tilted his hips up to meet her next downward slide, burying himself as deeply as physically possible. "God, Ashley... say it again. Let me hear it. Tell me exactly who you belong to while I take care of you like this." His thumbs pressed firmly into her hip bones, guiding her into a relentless, heavy pace that made his plastron shudder against her front with every single stroke.
A dark, deeply satisfied purr rumbled through Ginger’s chest as she heard the breathless, shattered surrender slip from the leader's lips. Mistress. The title sent a wicked thrill straight down her spine, her gold-flared eyes darkening with pure triumph as she looked down at Leo's flushed, desperate face.
"Good boy," she whispered, her voice dripping with a sultry, slow heat. Her fangs bared in a wicked, breathless smile, her tail remaining an unyielding band of iron over his wrists to shut down any thought he had of switching positions. "I told you, Leo. I'm in charge here. You don't get to move until I say so." To soften the blow of her absolute control, she leaned down and pressed a sweet, deliberately mocking kiss right to the tip of Leo’s nose.
She didn't drop down all at once; instead, she deliberately took her time, lowering her dripping wet center onto his rigid length millimeter by agonizing millimeter, savoring the sharp, choked gasp that tore from his throat. As she began a painfully slow, rolling friction against Leo, she leaned her back firmly into Raph’s front.
Feeling the heavy, rhythmic friction of Raph settling in right against her backside, she let out a breathless laugh. She shifted her weight, grinding heavily against Raph’s front while keeping Leo thoroughly pinned under her thighs, making the double friction entirely torturous for both of them. She glanced over her shoulder, her gold-flared eyes locking onto Raph's cocky smirk. "Hear that, Raph? He wants to take the storm. Why don't you hold onto my hips from behind and help me show the Fearless Leader what a real storm feels like? Don't just sit there and watch... help me break him." @fyreball66
My eyes rolled back slightly as I finished sinking down on him, bottoming out and feeling completely full as I felt his hands on my hips. I kept staring into his eyes as I panted from the feeling of him, seeing how dark and possessive his had gotten sent a fresh wave of electricity through my body, smirking slightly when I heard him say mine. I nodded to affirm what he said, gasping slightly as he hit a good spot as he moved to match how I was moving on him, hearing his command of what he wanted me to say. “Y-You… I belong to you, Donatello… a-always yours, my genius… only you m-make me feel this way” I moaned out, clenching around him tightly as I moved slightly faster as I felt his hands guide me, crying out when he hit that perfect spot. “Right there, my genius! I’m gonna ride you until you fill me up completely” I moaned out, my nails scratching the top part of his shell as I hung onto him.
Leo smirked slightly as he noticed the flicker of heat in Ginger’s eyes, seeing she liked the nickname he had just used for her. “Yes, Mistress… I-I understand” Leo said through strained teeth, doing all he could to be good and not thrust until she told him too. Hearing her call him a good boy sent shivers throughout his body, hating she was right and that even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud, he definitely had a praise kink. He moaned and growled lowly as she lowered herself slowly onto him, doing his best to hold back and wait until she had bottomed out, letting out a choked sharp gasp as she felt so good on his hardened length.
Raph was enjoying how she was torturing Leo, happy that it wasn’t him, and knew what his brother would do if he was in control. He let out a deep growl as Ginger’s backside continued to grind against him, getting to where he wanted to just take her himself, however he grinned wickedly at her idea. “I can do that… I’m goin ta position ya perfectly so you can ride him and me at tha same time” Raph growled out, his hard cock rubbing against her backside as he waited for her signal to start. @dragonfairy26
A loud, rattling churr tore from Donnie’s chest the exact moment her fingernails dragged sharply across the sensitive surface of his upper shell. The physical sensation sent an electric shock wave straight down his spine, causing his entire frame to shudder violently beneath her. His tight, slick walls clenching fiercely around him with every hard stroke was driving him right to the edge of insanity.
A deep, territorial growl vibrated heavily through his plastron as his large hands clamped down on her waist, his thumbs pressing firmly into her hip bones to anchor her. He stopped letting her dictate the depth. Tilting his pelvis upward with a sudden, powerful surge of energy, he bucked hard against her downward slide, burying his thick length into her until he bottomed out completely.
His throat clicked, releasing a sequence of needy, breathless churrs as he lifted his upper body off the bed to meet her halfway, his hands sliding down to tightly squeeze her thighs to maximize the torturous friction. "God, Ash... yes," he growled against her lips, his breath hot and frantic before he nipped hungrily at her bottom lip. "Ride me. Take all of it. You want your genius to fill you up completely? I'm going to stretch you out so perfectly you won't be able to walk straight. Don't look away from me, Ash. Watch exactly how much you belong to me."
A low, vibrating rumble started deep in Ginger's chest—a purely animalistic, draconic sound that rattled with dominant satisfaction. Hearing Leo's broken confession of submission, her pupils dilated until her molten amber eyes were almost entirely swallowed by black, predatory slits. Her long, heavy tail gave a sharp, whipping snap where it remained tightly bound around Leo’s pinned wrists, yanking his arms taut against the headboard to remind him of his absolute confinement.
Without a single spoken word, her red scales flared up fiercely along her spine, glowing a deep, dangerous crimson as her inner heat spiked. She arched her back into Raph’s massive chest, accepting his touch with an aggressive, possessive nudge of her shoulder against his jaw. Reaching back blindly, she didn't just give him a signal; she reached down and wrapped her clawed fingers tightly around the thick meat of Raph’s thigh, digging her sharp nails into his skin to anchor him right against her backside.
Snaring Leo's gaze with her wild, unblinking eyes, she bared her fangs in a silent, predatory grin. She didn't offer a gentle transition. Grasping Raph to force his momentum forward, Ginger dropped her weight down with a sudden, relentless thrust, sinking completely onto Leo's hardened length while slamming her backside flush against Raph's throbbing front. Her hips instantly locked into a heavy, grinding, agonizingly deep circle—brutally sandwiching her dripping wet center between both brothers, utilizing Raph's brute strength to anchor the pace and forcing the full weight of her draconic storm down onto the trembling leader beneath her.
I smirked slightly as I felt his whole body shudder beneath my scratches, knowing I was doing something he liked, I kept doing it the best I could even as I moved on him. I couldn’t help shivering myself as I heard the territorial growl that came from him, gasping and calling out his name breathlessly as he suddenly thrusted hard and completely bottomed out, feeling his hands hold onto my hips so tightly that I was pretty sure there would be bruises. I sped up when I heard what he said, looking straight into his eyes as he told me too as I rode him. “G-Gonna take it all… you feel s-so good… r-ruined me in the best way f-for anyone else… aah! Fuck I don’t want anyone else, only you… oh give me a baby, my genius… oh fuck, I’m so close…” I moaned out, riding him faster with every word as I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, moving my hair to the side so he could mark me if he wanted too.
Leo could feel a dull ache in his wrists as she snapped her tail and kept his arms above his head, letting out a out a deep territorial churr as she thrust down on him, doing his best not to move and let her have control this time. He looked back into her eyes with dilated pupils of his own, his animal instincts completely taking over as she grabbed Raph’s thigh and anchored him against her backside.
Raph let out a sharp growl as she grabbed his thigh, feeling her claws cut through his skin slightly, but not caring about the pain as she had him pinned down along with his brother. All he wanted her to do was move, his hands snaking around to her front to play with her breast, flicking her nipples every so often as he nuzzled into her neck, leaving little nips and kisses, abusing her sweet spot once he found it.
The desperate, shattered submission slipping from Leo’s lips was a shot of pure, unadulterated adrenaline straight to Ginger’s core. Mistress. The word vibrated against her skin, sending a wicked, delicious shiver down her spine. Her gold-flared eyes darkened, blown out with absolute triumph as she looked down at the fierce, unyielding leader completely broken beneath her.
"Good boy," she purred, her voice dropping into a sultry, smoke-thick rasp that brushed directly against his ear.
She had no intention of easing his torment. Instead, hearing him beg for release only made her want to stretch the agony out until he was seeing stars. Her fangs bared in a wicked, breathless smile as she kept her tail coiled like a band of living iron over his wrists, pinning his arms ruthlessly above his head. He wanted to switch positions? He wanted to take control? Not a chance. She was the storm, and he was going to weather it exactly how she dictated.
Leaning down, she deliberately dragged the tip of her tongue in a slow, searing line from his collarbone up to his pulse point, letting him feel the intense, draconic heat radiating from her body. She caught the ragged, stuttering gasp that caught in his throat, anchoring her hips heavily against him. Millimeter by agonizing millimeter, she sank fully onto his rigid length, rolling her hips in a slow, agonizingly deep circle that forced another choked growl from his chest.
Feeling the heavy, demanding pressure of Raph settling in tight against her backside only added fuel to the fire. Raph's hands were already anchoring her hips, his own rough, cocky growl vibrating through her spine. She let out a dark, breathless laugh, her head tilting back as she caught Raph’s gaze over her shoulder.
"Hear that, Raph? Our fearless leader is completely at my mercy," Ginger whispered, a dangerous, golden heat flaring in her eyes. "He’s right on the edge." Without waiting for an answer, Ginger locked her eyes back onto Leo's strained, desperate face. She could feel how close he was, the violent, needy throbbing of his body beneath hers signaling that his control was entirely gone. She gave a sharp, possessive flick of her tail, tightening her hold on his wrists as she began a fast, mercilessly tight rhythm, grinding down on him with a fierce, demanding friction.
"Look at me, Leo," she commanded, her breathing turning shallow and ragged as the pleasure spiked through her own system. She leaned all her weight onto his plastron, her lips practically brushing his as she rode him toward the edge. "Take it. Melt for me, Leo. Let me feel exactly how much you belong to your Mistress."
The moment she called him her genius—the absolute, unwavering certainty in her voice as she promised she was his and his alone—any remaining semblance of Donnie’s calculated restraint snapped entirely. His logic centers locked up, overridden by a surge of raw, possessive heat that sent his internal temperature spiking completely off the charts.
As she gripped his shell and rode him with that agonizingly slow, deep rhythm, Donnie’s large hands clamped down on her hips like a vice. His thumbs dug firmly into her hip bones, his knuckles white as he took complete control of the pace, no longer able to let her dictate the friction.
"M-Mine..." he rasped, the word tearing from his throat, incredibly deep, gravelly, and entirely stripped of his usual composure. His dark eyes were completely blown out, black with a dazed, frantic adoration as he stared up at her flushed face. "God, Ashley... say it again. Tell me you're mine while I break like this..."
He didn't wait for her to speak. The violent, needy throbbing at his core reached a critical point, a systemic failure of his defenses that he couldn't calculate his way out of. With a low, territorial churr rumbling violently in his chest, Donnie suddenly arched his hips upward with a sudden, devastatingly hard thrust, bottoming out entirely within her wet warmth.
A sharp, ragged groan ripped from the very depths of his lungs as the climax hit him like a physical blow. His whole massive frame shuddered beneath her, his muscles locking tight as he spilled himself inside her, thrusting helplessly, repeatedly up against her center to bury every single millimeter of his length as deeply as possible. He held her hips ruthlessly pinned against his front, capturing her cries of pleasure with a bruising, desperate kiss, completely ruined by her in the absolute best way.
Leo’s patience was strong but thin as he waited to see what her next move would be, desperate for release but wanting to prolong this amazing pleasure she was giving him as long as possible. “O-Only for you Mistress…” Leo said shakily, letting out a small hiss when he felt her tongue drag against his pulse point on his neck, shaking as he held himself back as she slowly sunk down on him. Her tight heat around his hard member felt like heaven, shaking as he did his best not to move, even though all he wanted was to thirst up into her until she was calling his name. He took in his breath deep and slow, a few growls and churrs mixing together as they came out despite his control. He glanced back at Raph, seeing his pupils blown as black as his own, seeing he was just as needy as he was. The loud moan that came from him as she started to move shook the bed, thrusting up slightly to try and match her gruesome pace as he wanted to make sure she got what she wanted. “T-Take it all Mistress… I-I will hold back as long as you n-need until you have gotten the pleasure you want” Leo said shakily, a breathy churr coming from him when he felt her walls clamp down around him.
I held on for dear life once Donnie took over the pace, doing my best to ride him at the speed he was thrusting, angling a little bit more so he could go as deep as possible with each thrust. I could tell that his animal instincts had completely taken over, hearing the raw possessive way he said mine just sent more shivers throughout my whole body, crying out once he slammed his entire length inside of me as I buried my face into his neck. “Y-Yours… always yours, my g-genius…” I moaned out, riding him faster as I knew I would last much longer. Once he had came, I felt my orgasm rip through my body, screaming out his name in ecstasy as I came undone around him, doing my best to kiss him in return once his lips had swallowed my cries as I slowly rode him as I came down from my high, only pushing back once I felt I needed air. “I-I’m yours, Donatello… f-for as long as y-you want me” I said shakily, panting as I did my best to catch my breath as I stared into his eyes lovingly. @dragonfairy26
Ginger was so close to her orgasm release that her tail released its grip on Leo's hands. She growled and purred. Seeing in his eyes that his patience was close to snapping. The exquisite torture of her body clamping down around him just so she could take all the pleasure she wanted—that made her let out a low, wicked laugh.
"Hold back for me?" Ginger purred, her voice dripping with sweet, dangerous amusement. She leaned down, her warm breath brushing over the sensitive skin of his neck as her tail coiled tightly around his thighs, locking his hips in place so he couldn't escape her friction. "Oh, my sweet, obedient leader... you think you still have a choice." She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze locking with Raph's. Seeing Raph's pupils blown completely black, radiating the exact same desperate, heavy need as Leo's, only stoked the fire in her veins. She reached back, her claws lightly scraping over Raph's shoulder to draw him even closer, anchoring herself against his solid chest."He wants to play the martyr. He thinks he can control himself when we're both taking what we want from him."
Looking back down at Leo, she gave a slow, mercilessly tight roll of her hips, deliberately squeezing him with an agonizingly possessive grip. She watched his face, waiting for the exact moment his breath hitched, before she began to move in earnest—a ruthless, grinding rhythm designed to shatter whatever fragile restraint he had left.
"I don't want you to hold back, Leo," she murmured, leaning down to press a bruising, demanding kiss to his jaw, her fangs lightly grazing his skin. "I want you to come with me."
The sensation of her coming undone around him—her body gripping him in tight, rhythmic waves of pure ecstasy as she screamed his name—was almost too much for Donnie's overstimulated mind to process. He anchored himself to her, his large hands splaying flat against her back, holding her as close as physically possible. He swallowed her cries with a deep, bruising kiss, losing himself entirely in the sweet, breathless chaos of her high.
As she slowly rode out the remaining tremors of her climax and pulled back to catch her breath, Donnie let out a long, ragged exhale. His chest heaved, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his plastron as he looked up at her.
Hearing his full name leave her lips in that shaky, beautiful whisper—“I’m yours, Donatello… for as long as you want me”—struck a chord deep in his chest. The sheer, unscientific magnitude of his feelings for her felt impossible to calculate.
"Always," Donnie rasped, his voice still thick and rough from the afterglow.
He reached up, his long, green fingers gently cupping her flushed cheek. His thumb stroked over her cheekbone with infinite tenderness, his dark eyes wide and completely soft with adoration as he stared back into her eyes. The brilliant, sharp-tongued genius was completely gone, replaced by a male who was utterly, hopelessly devoted to the woman resting on his chest.
"You don't get to say things like that to a scientist, Ashley," he murmured, a faint, breathless smile finally tugging at the corners of his mouth as he pulled her back down to rest against him. "Because 'as long as I want you' is an infinite variable. It doesn't have an expiration date. You're stuck with me."
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead, wrapping his strong arms securely around her waist to hold her tight, content to just lie there and listen to the synchronizing beat of their hearts.
Meanwhile, in the dojo. Master's splinter stares at Michelangelo, the only son in the dojo, ready for training for once. Three of his sons are late. When he finally opens his eyes, his voice is quiet, calm, and incredibly sharp. He wouldn't yell; Splinter knows that quiet disappointment cuts far deeper than anger. "Mikey, where are your brothers?"
Mikey froze, his orange-masked head pulling slightly into his shell as the heavy, quiet weight of Splinter’s voice washed over him. He swallowed hard, his eyes darting frantically around the empty dojo as if his brothers might suddenly materialize from the shadows to save him.
But as the realization fully sank in—that he, Michelangelo, was actually the only one standing on the tatami mats on time for once—his nervous panic instantly morphed into pure, unadulterated opportunity.
He cleared his throat, puffing his chest out and standing up as straight as physically possible. He clasped his hands behind his back, trying to channel his best, most honorable "Leonardo" impression, though a massive, smug grin completely ruined the effect.
"You know, Sensei..." Mikey began, his voice dripping with dramatic, exaggerated solemnity. He shook his head, sighing deeply as if carrying the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. "I ask myself that very same question. Every. Single. Day. Where is the discipline? Where is the respect for the ancient arts?"
He took a step forward, bringing one hand to his chest in a theatrical gesture of deep, tragic disappointment.
"I tried to warn them, Master Splinter. I really did! I stood outside their doors and cried, 'Brothers! The dojo awaits! Our master's wisdom beckons!' But alas... my pleas fell on deaf ears. Donnie is probably still whispering sweet nothings to his motherboard, Leo is probably doing extra, ultra-nerdy kata in his room, and Raph... well, Raph was making a scary growling noise when I knocked, so I valued my life and walked away."
Dropping the serious act, Mikey slid a few inches closer, leaning in with a conspiratorial, hopeful grin lighting up his face.
"But hey! Look on the bright side, pop! You've got me! Your most punctual, dedicated, and clearly favorite student," he purred, giving Splinter a playful nudge with his shoulder. "Soooo... since I'm carrying the team today, does this mean I get to skip the flip-drills? Or, better yet, can we officially declare tonight 'Mikey Chooses the Pizza Toppings' night? I think a double-anchovy-marshmallow pie would really cleanse our spiritual palates."
Leo’s eyes widened slightly in surprise when he felt her tail loosen its grip around his wrists, however he kept his arms where they were and didn’t move them as he wanted to show he could listen. He let out a loud churr that turned into a low growl as she gave a slow tight roll of her hips, feeling her tail wrap tightly around his thigh as he listened to her words. When she said that she wanted him to not hold back, that was when he finally snapped, a deeper growl coming from him. “If that is what my Mistress wants… then I will gladly give it to you” Leo said huskily, now thrusting upwards harder with each roll of her hips, watching carefully to see when she would come undone as the pure heaven of her body was bringing him closer and closer to his own release, seeing that Raph was just as close as well.
Raph was practically rutting against her from behind, chasing his own orgasm as he felt her pull him to her even closer as they moved together. “We both wanna see ya cum… come on darlin, show ‘im what heaven feels like” Raph growled out, one of his hands sneaking down to play with her sensitive nub as she rode Leo like crazy, wanting to see her come undone in the worse way.
I shivered slightly as I came down from my high, catching my breath as I heard him say always, my heart leaping as I had always hoped to hear that from him. There was a small voice inside my head trying to warn me otherwise, however I shut that voice off for now and focused on Donnie, leaning into his hand when he gently cupped my cheek as we laid joined together, smiling when he kissed my forehead. “I don’t see it as being stuck with you, I see it as being lucky to be loved by you, my genius” I smiled at him, giving him a soft kiss before moving to grab the blanket and pull it more around us, nuzzling against him as he held me in his arms. I sighed in content, feeling myself start to doze off slightly as I was so comfortable, only my eyes to snap open as I thought about the time. “Quick question love… even though Leo didn’t come and get you for training, is it possible that your father might get suspicious and come looking for you? As much as I love this and everything we just did, I hope I’m not getting you into trouble” I said a bit worriedly, knowing how embarrassing it would be if Splinter walked into Donnie’s room right now. @dragonfairy26
A violent shudder ripped through Ginger’s entire body. Her golden eyes went wide, her pupils dilating into thin, frantic slits as her mind fractured under the sheer sensory overload. A high, desperate cry tore from her throat, her fangs baring as her head fell back heavily against Raph’s broad shoulder. Her claws dug mercilessly into the tough skin of Leo’s shoulders, desperately seeking an anchor as the first seismic wave of her climax crashed over her.
Her internal walls clamped down around Leo’s rigid length with a crushing, rhythmic desperation, milked completely by his hard, relentless upward thrusts. Her tail, still wrapped tightly around his thigh, squeezed in perfect, bruising tandem with her orgasm, locking him impossibly deep inside her. At the same exact time, she arched her spine, tilting her pelvis directly into the torturous, driving friction of Raph’s hand, riding his fingers just as wildly as she rode Leo.
"L-Leo... Raph...!" she choked out, her voice a wrecked, shivering gasp of pure ecstasy as she shattered completely between them. She was entirely undone, spilling over for the two males, her body convulsing in tight, helpless ripples that practically begged them both to follow her over the cliff.
Donnie had been in a state of absolute, blissful sensory deprivation, completely content to just hold her warm body against his chest and breathe in the scent of her hair. But the moment her eyes snapped open and she asked that highly logical, terrifyingly realistic question, Donnie’s entire posture went rigid.He blinked, his dark eyes widening as he stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom, his internal processor rapidly running the numbers.
"I..." Donnie started, his voice still a bit husky and rough, though a sudden spike of nervous adrenaline was already clearing the fog from his mind. He cleared his throat, tightening his grip on the blanket to keep her tucked securely against his plastron. "Well, statistically speaking, the probability of Sensei initiating a search grid for his missing sons during designated dojo hours is... highly elevated. Especially if Leonardo also failed to show up."
He looked down at her, his expression a mix of soft, doting adoration and mild, comical panic. He reached up, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her warm cheek.
"But you could never get me into trouble, Ashley," he murmured, his voice dropping into a tender, reassuring tone as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "If anything, I am a willing participant in our... scheduling conflicts."
With a soft groan, Donnie leaned over slightly, reaching one long arm out from under the blanket to tap a button on the small, customized tablet resting on his bedside table. The screen flickered to life, displaying a grid of security feeds.
"And because I am nothing if not a genius who plans for every worst-case scenario," he purred, a smug, faint smirk returning to his face, "I have motion sensors calibrated to Master Splinter's specific weight and gait signature at the edge of the residential hall. If he so much as steps past the kitchen, my tablet will give a silent, three-pulse vibration. We would have exactly forty-seven seconds to look entirely respectable."
He set the tablet back down and pulled her right back against his chest, wrapping his arms securely around her waist and letting out a soft sigh.
"Though, admittedly... if he actually did walk in on us like this, my heart rate would spike past 220 BPM and I would probably physically dissolve into the concrete out of sheer mortification," he chuckled, nuzzling his face softly into the crook of her neck. "So, as much as I want to stay right here under this blanket with you forever... we should probably slowly think about getting dressed. Just to keep my blood pressure at a safe level."
Both males let out primal growls as they each felt the violent shudder that went through her body; Leo’s eyes were blown so dilated, he was practically looking at her through slits. He kept thrusting up harder and harder, feeling how hard her tail was gripping his thigh, smirking slightly when he saw Raph’s hand start to rub in her most sensitive place. Once she came undone and he heard her yell his name, he let out another deep growl as her tight walls clamped down hard enough that he spilled himself inside of her, reaching up to bite down between the left side of her neck and shoulder, marking her as he let her walls milk him dry.
Raph’s growl was just as deep, rubbing a bit faster as he rutted against her, watching as his brother came undone. However he wasn’t far behind, hearing her cry out and yell his name as well sent him over the edge, his seed painting her backside as he growled as well and marked her to her side, making sure that his mark would be showing just as much as Leo’s.
I waited patiently for Donnie’s answer, feeling his body go rigid at my question, I almost regretted asking it. I nuzzled a bit more against him as I felt him tuck the blanket more securely around me; kissing his cheek gently in thanks for doing so as he answered my question. I gave him a small smile as he tucked my hair behind my ear, chuckling slightly when he talks about Leo. “If I remember correctly, I do believe that would be possible considering I’m sure that both him and Raph are in Raph’s room enjoying Ginger’s company” I smirked, pretty sure that they all were having as good of a time as I had just had. “As much as I believe you, I’m pretty sure that I can somehow get you tossed in the Hashi if not careful… although that is a great invention love, at least it will give us some warning on if Splinter is coming” I smiled up at him in adoration, loving how smart and perfect he truly was. I giggled when he said how high his heart rate would go in mortification, knowing my own would do the same thing if Splinter happened to walk in right now. “That’s probably a good idea, besides, they only time I want your heart rate spiking is because I did something to make it jump that high” I smirked, giving him a soft kiss before unfortunately moving to get up, groaning slightly at the soreness I felt once we separated. I moved a bit shakily, my body already missing his closeness as I tried to get dressed, freezing when I heard his little alarm go off. “Umm Donnie… I think your dad is coming, can I have a little help please? Quickly?” I said, a small amount of panic in my voice since I was having trouble moving around to get my clothes. @dragonfairy26
The sharp, low three-pulse vibration of his bedside tablet went off like an air horn in Donnie’s ears. His eyes widened to the size of saucers, the faint flush on his cheeks instantly deepening to a bright, flustered purple.
Forty-seven seconds. Forty-six. Forty-five...
"Okay—okay! Don't panic, emergency protocol activated!" Donnie squeaked out, his voice cracking slightly as he practically vaulted out of bed. He scrambled across the room with shocking agility, his long limbs a blur of motion as he scooped up her clothes from the floor in one practiced sweep.
Seeing her winced movement and hearing the genuine note of shaky panic in her voice immediately brought out his protective, caring side. In an instant, he was kneeling right in front of her, his hands moving with gentle, precise speed despite his racing heart.
"I've got you, I've got you," he murmured softly, his tone a rapid, breathless mix of soothing affection and sheer panic. He carefully held out her shirt, guiding her arms through the sleeves and gently pulling it over her head so she wouldn't have to strain her sore muscles. "Careful... slowly. Well, quickly, but carefully! I am so sorry, I should have calculated the physical after-effects of our... exercise before making you stand up so fast."
He reached down to scoop up her bottoms, helping her slide her feet into them and carefully pulling them up over her hips, making sure not to rush her to the point of discomfort. As soon as she was securely dressed, Donnie reached out, his hands gently holding her waist as he helped her sit down on the edge of the bed so she didn't have to stand on her shaky legs.
Twelve seconds.
Donnie practically threw his own purple bandanna over his head, tying it in a frantic, lopsided knot, and kicked his discarded gear under the bed. He grabbed his clipboard off his desk, shoved a pen into his hand, and dropped to one knee in front of her, pretending to analyze her knee joint with intense, clinical focus just as the heavy, rhythmic tap of a wooden walking stick echoed outside his doorway.
He leaned close to her ear, his breath hitching as he whispered with a dazed, frantic smirk, "...If we survive this, I am building a deadbolt."
The sharp, sudden sting of Leo’s bite at the crook of her shoulder made Ginger arch her back into him with a low, breathy hiss. Feeling his body shudder as he spilled inside her, her walls milking him completely dry, sent a warm, possessive triumph straight through her chest. But before she could even catch her breath, Raph snapped—his deep growl vibrating against her spine as he reached his own violent release, marking her skin just as fiercely on her other side so the matching bites sat proudly on display.
Ginger’s golden eyes flared with absolute, dark satisfaction. She let her head fall heavily back against Raph’s massive chest, her body limp and trembling from the crushing weight of their combined climaxes.
"Look at you two..." Ginger rasped, her voice thick, sultry, and wrecked from screaming their names. A slow, wicked smirk curved her lips as she felt Raph’s heavy heart hammering against her back while still pinning Leo beneath her. "So eager to mark what’s yours..." Her tail coiled loosely around Leo's thigh, dragging its warm, scaly tip up his side in a lazy, possessive caress before resting against Leo’s hip. She leaned fully back into Raph’s broad frame, letting him support her completely as her body slowly came down from the intense high and closed her eyes. @fyreball66
I was doing my best not to panic, however I was totally doing so internally considering the fact that I was too sore to move any faster. I was glad to see that Donnie was able to move faster and help me out, taking what he gave me and appreciating him helping me to get dressed. “It’s alright love, I knew what I was getting into when we started. I had just hoped we would have had longer to enjoy the afterglow, but I know how much training is important to your father, so I understand why he would come looking for you” I said, slipping my shirt over my head as I felt my scales protest as I did so, smiling slightly as I watched Donnie move so fast as he got dressed and then moved so it looked like he was looking at my knee before I heard the walking stick outside his door. “That would be a good idea love, although I thought you had locked the door already” I said, blushing slightly at the thought that anyone could have walked in at any moment and saw what we were doing. As I heard the slight knock before the doorknob started turning, I then realized my hair must look messy, I moved to start and straighten it a bit, hoping it didn’t look too bad before his father came in.
Leo held kept biting until he was done filling her, only releasing her slowly before he gently licked the bite to soothe it a little bit. Now this hands were free, he gently ran up along her sides, looking to see if there were any other injuries but he didn’t see any, only some bruising from his hands had held her hips once she had let his hands go. He then noticed the slight bruising around his wrists, seeing how much strength she had and was completely amazed by it. He then looked and saw Raph release her and lick where he had bit her on the other side, watching as he held her in his arms before smirking at her words. “We always mark what’s ours… now you belong to the both of us. Isn’t that right, brother?” Leo smirked at Raph, seeing the smirk that appeared on his face.
Raph gently licked at his bite he had left, churring lowly as held her exhausted body against his to make sure she didn’t fall “That’s right… ya belong to tha both of us… we can share a mate, jus might get a little complicated every so often” Raph said, knowing that him and Leo didn’t always see eye to eye, but he was willing to whatever it took to make sure they could keep Ginger in their lives. He then noticed that Ginger had closed her eyes, figuring she was exhausted, he moved carefully and grabbed a towel he had nearby to clean up her and himself before moving back so she could lay with Leo.
Leo nodded his thanks when Raph let her rest on him, still connected with her as he let out his own contented churrs as he wrapped his arms around her. He was about to drift asleep when he froze as it dawned on him that they had missed training. “Raph, please tell me that your door has a deadbolt on it?” Leo asked him.
Raph looked at him curiously before looking over at his door, realizing it was something he hadn’t gotten around to ask Donnie to fix just yet since he had broken the last one. “Not anymore, accidentally broke tha last one. Why do ya ask?” Raph said.
“Because I just realized we missed training this mowing… which means if Mikey is the only one that actually showed up, Dad is going to come looking…” Leo said, panicking slightly as he didn’t want to get up but knew how much trouble they would be in if they got caught. @dragonfairy26
Splinter enters the room silently, leaning heavily on his walking stick. He pauses at the doorway, his ears twitching as he takes in the scene—the exhaustion, the towels, and the quiet, surprising solidarity between his two most headstrong sons.
He clears his throat, a sharp sound that immediately draws their attention.
"Leonardo. Raphael."
His voice carries the unmistakable weight of strict authority, though his brow furrows with deep contemplation as his eyes shift between them and Ginger.
"I see... The paths of the heart are rarely simple, my sons. But a shared bond is not merely a convenient compromise to keep the peace between two stubborn brothers. It requires selflessness, absolute trust, and immense maturity."
He steps closer, his tone dropping to a low, commanding murmur so as not to disturb her rest.
"You two have clashed over territory, honor, and pride since you were old enough to hold training weapons. If you are to share such a profound responsibility, it must be rooted in mutual respect—not lingering rivalry. She needs strength and stability, not a battleground. If you are truly committed to keeping her in your lives and protecting her, you must leave your petty squabbles outside this room entirely."
He looks down at Ginger with a moment of quiet concern before fixing his sons with a stern, unwavering gaze.
"Ensure she is clean, comfortable, and well-rested. Take care of her tonight... and I expect both of you in the dojo at sunrise. We have much to discuss."
Donnie froze mid-action, his hands lingering on the hem of his tunic as the muffled thud of his father’s cane echoed down the hall—fading away from his room, not toward it.
A heavy, quiet beat passed before he let out a soft, breathy laugh, shaking his head as he turned back to face her.
"Ah. Well," Donnie said, his voice carrying a mix of self-deprecating humor and sudden relief, though a small flicker of awkwardness lingered in his eyes. "It seems I may have overcalculated the urgency of his arrival. Or, more accurately... miscalculated who he was coming to check on first."
He adjusted his mask straps, running a hand over the back of his neck as he glanced toward the closed door.
"He’s heading toward Leo and Raph's side," he continued, his tone softening into something much gentler as he stepped back over to her side. He carefully reached out to help smooth down the collar of her shirt, his thumb brushing tenderly against her shoulder. "Which means... we actually have a few more minutes. The 'training summons' wasn't for us just yet."
A fond, slightly sheepish smile worked its way onto his face as he looked down at her.
"I suppose I panicked for nothing," he murmured softly, leaning down to press a quick, reassuring kiss to her temple. "Are you alright? Take your time... no need to rush if you're still sore."
Donnie is hunched over Raph’s bike, trying to sync a stolen Foot Clan frequency into their HUDs. Leo is obsessively checking the perimeter, feeling the "turf" getting too hot. Mikey is trying to spray-paint a "Turtle Power" logo on a fresh leather vest. Suddenly, Casey Jones rips into the garage on his beat-up cafe racer, bleeding from a shoulder wound. He reveals that a shipment of "Green Mutagen" (illegal high-octane fuel or a literal bio-hazard) is being moved across the Manhattan Bridge by the Foot Clan’s "Cyber-Sled" unit.
Raph had been on edge lately, knowing that things were heating up with the Foot Clan and was just waiting for a reason to jump into a fight. He looked up when Casey came racing into the garage, seeing he was hurt. He listened when Casey told them about the shipment, growling and banging his fist against the wall. “Damn it Leo, we need ta do somethin about this! We can’t just sit idly by and let this shipment go through. I say we crash it before it even goes out and send a message” Raph said gruffly, glancing between his other two brothers to see if they agreed with him.
Any remaining data, calculations, or logical thought processes completely evaporated from Donnie’s mind the exact millisecond her lips met his. A low, ragged growl ripped from his throat, a sharp contrast to his usual calculated demeanor, as he melted entirely into the deep, agonizingly slow rhythm of her kiss. The sheer friction of her body against his when she locked her legs around his waist sent his internal temperature spiking well past safe operational parameters, but he had absolutely no intention of cooling down.
His fingers tangled deep into her hair, holding her head gently but firmly as his large palms slid down to grip her hips, anchoring her securely beneath him. He drank her in, pouring every ounce of his silent, intense devotion into the kiss until they were both completely out of air.
Breaking the contact with a soft, teasing nip to her lower lip, he rested his forehead against hers, a breathless, heavy smirk pulling at his beak. "Wasting time is a severe violation of my personal protocols, love," he rasped, his voice incredibly deep, gravelly, and thick with a dark, possessive heat. He trailed a line of slow, pressing kisses along her jawline, deliberately lingering over the sensitive pulse point on her neck until he felt her heart fluttering. He chuckled, a dark, vibrating sound against her skin. "Look at that. Your heart rate is skyrocketing. It seems my presence is causing a massive systemic anomaly in you, too."
Shifting his hips just enough to make her gasp, his arms tightened around her, completely enveloping her in his massive frame as if she were the only constant in his entire universe. "Leo and Raph can have the rest of the world," he murmured, his dark eyes blown out with raw adoration as he looked down at her flushed face. "Right here, right now, you are the only assignment that matters to me. And if you think I'm letting you out of this bed before we thoroughly utilize every single second of this privacy... you highly underestimate my efficiency. Let's see how high we can get those numbers to go."
A ragged, breathless gasp escaped Ginger's lips as Raph's heavy palms massaged her breasts, his thumbs bringing a sharp, electric jolt of pleasure straight to her core. The sensation made her hips roll in a tight, heavy circle, and she felt a hot, victorious thrill shoot straight down her spine the exact moment Leo’s hips involuntarily rolled up to meet her. His control wasn't just starting to break—it was completely gone.
She let out a dark, mocking laugh right against Leo's jaw, her tail giving an extra, possessive squeeze around his pinned wrists. "Meditation? Is that what you call this, Fearless?" she whispered, her voice a sultry, dripping purr as she ground heavily against his hardening length, completely shattering any remaining illusion of his restraint. "Because from where I'm sitting, your little zen routine is failing you miserably."
Leaning all her weight down onto his chest, she pressed their lips so close they were practically brushing, before cutting her molten amber eyes up to Raph over her shoulder with a brilliant, gold-flared smirk. "He really is a pain, isn't he? He thinks he's still in control." Locking her gaze back onto Leo's strained, desperate face, her smile turned wicked. "Raph's right, Leo. The teasing is over. Your meditation can't save you now. Stop fighting it and take what you want. Tell me you want to feel me, or I'll just let Raph have me right here while you watch." @fyreball66
I kissed him slow and deep, slightly moaning at the sound of the deep growl I heard from as we kissed. I shivered slightly as I felt his hands move down along my body, instantly wrapping my arms around him once he had let my hands go in order to keep him as close as possible. I was panting by the time he pulled back, smirking slightly when I felt him bite my bottom lip lightly, looking deeply into his eyes when he pressed his forehead against my own. “A violation, hm? So I suppose that means I’m in trouble… guess I will just have to receive my punishment” I smirked, feeling my heart race a bit more as I felt his kisses along my jawline, gasping a bit when I felt them against my pulse point and felt his hips shift just enough to cause some teasing friction against me. I nuzzled against him as I heard him speak, loving him even more as I heard what he said. “You’re right about that, neither of us are going anywhere, you are the only one that gets me feeling like this… and speaking of things going up, I believe I already feel something that is up already” I smirked, rolling my hips more to show him how much I wanted him. “Please my alpha… I need you right now” I said, pouting playfully as I waited to see if he liked the new nickname I gave him.
Leo looked up at her with a heated gaze, thrusting up a bit more the longer she ground against him, feeling himself getting harder with every roll of her hips. “T-That’s what I did during mating season… however right now, you are correct, it isn’t helping much at the moment. The only thing I want is to bury my cock so deep in you, you see stars” Leo growled out, his resolve completely dissolving the more she ground herself against him. He looked over and saw the smirk on his brother’s face, letting out a deep growl. “Not ONE word, hothead, I’m sure she was in control earlier when you two were going at it” Leo snarled out, trying to move so he could switch position and take her like he wanted too.
Raph couldn’t help the cocky smirk that was on his face as he continued to tease Ginger, letting out a deep churr before kissing and nipping along her neck to keep her riled up. “He ‘as always been a big pain in ma ass… ya keep going darlin… he is clearly starting to crack further. I’m ’avin lots of fun teasin ya, but I’m goin ta let go now and watch tha show. Jus let me know if ya want me ta step in” Raph smirked, giving Leo a small wink at his words before kissing Ginger deeply and than leaning back to see what she would do next, lazily stroking himself as he watched. @dragonfairy26
A low, victorious growl vibrated deep in Ginger's throat as Leo finally snapped, his feral threats of burying himself deep enough to make her see stars sending a rush of liquid fire straight to her core. Her fangs bared in a wicked, breathless smile, her tail remaining an unyielding band of iron over his wrists to shut down his attempt to switch positions. "I told you, Leo. I'm in charge here. You don't get to move until I say so. I can outsmart you, remember?"
To drive the point home, she leaned down, pressing her front entirely against his plastron while she dragged the flat of her tongue in a long, slow, agonizingly wet stroke up the tense line of his neck. She caught the sharp, shuddering intake of his breath right against her tongue, lingering right over his pulsing artery to let him feel the full force of her draconic heat.
Feeling the heavy, rhythmic friction of Raph settling in right against her backside, she let out a breathless, mocking laugh. She shifted her weight, grinding heavily against Raph’s front while keeping Leo thoroughly pinned under her thighs. She glanced over her shoulder, her gold-flared eyes locking onto Raph's cocky smirk. "Hear that, Raph? He wants to make me see stars. Why don't you hold onto my hips from behind and help me show the Fearless Leader what a real storm feels like? Don't just sit there and watch... help me break him." Feel his Cock press against her now dripping wet cunt.
A deep, rumbling churr tore from Donnie's chest when she leaned down and whispered that new nickname against his skin. The sheer audacity of it, combined with the slow, agonizing roll of her hips, completely broke whatever restraint he had left. His entire frame shuddered as she pouted down at him, her body completely trapping his lower half. Beneath her, his heavy erection throbbed violently, poking rigid, hot, and unyielding right against her smooth belly with a needy, involuntary tilt of his hips.
"A-Alpha...?" he rasped, his voice cracking slightly as a dark green flush crept all the way up his neck. His fingers fisted tightly into the sheets on either side of her legs, trying to anchor himself. "Ashley, the sociobiological classification of an 'alpha' is... highly inaccurate for a test-tube mutation, not to mention a bit too... aggressively primitive for my personal tastes. It implies a blunt force I don't possess."
He swallowed hard, his dark eyes burning with raw devotion as he reached up, his large hands shaking as he cupped her face to pull her down for a brief, bruising kiss. "Let's stick to something a bit more exclusive," he murmured against her lips, his breath hitching as he shifted beneath her to make sure she felt every single bit of his length pressing against her abdomen. "I'd much rather be your genius... your architect... Your Daddy. Let me be the mastermind who knows exactly how to map out your pleasure. You don't need to ask nicely. You already have me completely at your mercy. Now hold onto me... because the operator is ready to get to work." He lifts her up and slides you on to his cock. Moving deadly slow and hard. @fyreball66
Leo let out a small low growl at her words, not liking being able to move to do as he pleased, but knew he would have to yield in order to get the release he wanted. He couldn’t help the shudder that came out as he felt her tongue along the side of his neck, letting out a deep churr when she went over his pulse point. “F-Fine… I’m yours to command, Mistress, please ride me” Leo growled out, his heated gaze looking over to Raph as he heard what she said, waiting to see what he would do.
Raph had moved back to let her take control, however he had no problem helping if that was what she wanted. He moved back to place himself behind her, letting out a deep growl when she leaned back enough to grind herself against him at the same time she was grinding on Leo. “Sounds good ta me… howeva I think you should give him a little bit, he ‘as been behavin a bit betta. Go ahead, doll, show ‘im what it feels like ta ‘ave tha storm ride ‘im” Raph smirked, grinding himself a bit more against her so she would grind more against Leo.
As I waited for Donnie’s answer, I had rolled so I was on top of him, having completely discard any clothing I had on earlier so that I was completely bare and waiting for him. I smiled slightly when I heard the deep churr that came from him when I called him alpha, figuring maybe he liked being called that as I leaned down to gently nip his bottom lip. I stopped however when I heard what he said, sighing slightly as I knew what he meant, but I figured he misunderstood how I saw him when I called him that. I leaned against his touch when he cupped my face, kissing him in return once he had kissed me. “Alright, my genius, I understand… I just hope you know that to me, you are my alpha, and I mean that I am yours, and yours alone, always” I said, kissing him softly before leaning back up, reading for him to claim me as he wished. I moved as he lifted me up, letting out a sharp cry of pleasure once he lowered me down on his hard cock, my hands gripping the back of his shell tightly as I did my best to adjust to him as I sunk down on him, riding on him just as slow and hard and staring right into his eyes. @dragonfairy26
A deep, ragged groan ripped from the very bottom of Donnie’s chest as she sank completely onto him, his large hands anchoring tightly to her hips to control the agonizingly slow, bruising depth of the friction. Hearing her call him her genius—and hearing her promise that she was his and his alone—sent a wave of possessive, overwhelming heat straight through his system.
He didn't break eye contact for even a fraction of a second, his dark eyes blown out, completely dark with a dazed, raw adoration as he watched her chest heave. "Mine..." he rasped, his voice incredibly deep, gravelly, and thick with desire as he tilted his hips up to meet her next downward slide, burying himself as deeply as physically possible. "God, Ashley... say it again. Let me hear it. Tell me exactly who you belong to while I take care of you like this." His thumbs pressed firmly into her hip bones, guiding her into a relentless, heavy pace that made his plastron shudder against her front with every single stroke.
A dark, deeply satisfied purr rumbled through Ginger’s chest as she heard the breathless, shattered surrender slip from the leader's lips. Mistress. The title sent a wicked thrill straight down her spine, her gold-flared eyes darkening with pure triumph as she looked down at Leo's flushed, desperate face.
"Good boy," she whispered, her voice dripping with a sultry, slow heat. Her fangs bared in a wicked, breathless smile, her tail remaining an unyielding band of iron over his wrists to shut down any thought he had of switching positions. "I told you, Leo. I'm in charge here. You don't get to move until I say so." To soften the blow of her absolute control, she leaned down and pressed a sweet, deliberately mocking kiss right to the tip of Leo’s nose.
She didn't drop down all at once; instead, she deliberately took her time, lowering her dripping wet center onto his rigid length millimeter by agonizing millimeter, savoring the sharp, choked gasp that tore from his throat. As she began a painfully slow, rolling friction against Leo, she leaned her back firmly into Raph’s front.
Feeling the heavy, rhythmic friction of Raph settling in right against her backside, she let out a breathless laugh. She shifted her weight, grinding heavily against Raph’s front while keeping Leo thoroughly pinned under her thighs, making the double friction entirely torturous for both of them. She glanced over her shoulder, her gold-flared eyes locking onto Raph's cocky smirk. "Hear that, Raph? He wants to take the storm. Why don't you hold onto my hips from behind and help me show the Fearless Leader what a real storm feels like? Don't just sit there and watch... help me break him." @fyreball66
My eyes rolled back slightly as I finished sinking down on him, bottoming out and feeling completely full as I felt his hands on my hips. I kept staring into his eyes as I panted from the feeling of him, seeing how dark and possessive his had gotten sent a fresh wave of electricity through my body, smirking slightly when I heard him say mine. I nodded to affirm what he said, gasping slightly as he hit a good spot as he moved to match how I was moving on him, hearing his command of what he wanted me to say. “Y-You… I belong to you, Donatello… a-always yours, my genius… only you m-make me feel this way” I moaned out, clenching around him tightly as I moved slightly faster as I felt his hands guide me, crying out when he hit that perfect spot. “Right there, my genius! I’m gonna ride you until you fill me up completely” I moaned out, my nails scratching the top part of his shell as I hung onto him.
Leo smirked slightly as he noticed the flicker of heat in Ginger’s eyes, seeing she liked the nickname he had just used for her. “Yes, Mistress… I-I understand” Leo said through strained teeth, doing all he could to be good and not thrust until she told him too. Hearing her call him a good boy sent shivers throughout his body, hating she was right and that even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud, he definitely had a praise kink. He moaned and growled lowly as she lowered herself slowly onto him, doing his best to hold back and wait until she had bottomed out, letting out a choked sharp gasp as she felt so good on his hardened length.
Raph was enjoying how she was torturing Leo, happy that it wasn’t him, and knew what his brother would do if he was in control. He let out a deep growl as Ginger’s backside continued to grind against him, getting to where he wanted to just take her himself, however he grinned wickedly at her idea. “I can do that… I’m goin ta position ya perfectly so you can ride him and me at tha same time” Raph growled out, his hard cock rubbing against her backside as he waited for her signal to start. @dragonfairy26
A loud, rattling churr tore from Donnie’s chest the exact moment her fingernails dragged sharply across the sensitive surface of his upper shell. The physical sensation sent an electric shock wave straight down his spine, causing his entire frame to shudder violently beneath her. His tight, slick walls clenching fiercely around him with every hard stroke was driving him right to the edge of insanity.
A deep, territorial growl vibrated heavily through his plastron as his large hands clamped down on her waist, his thumbs pressing firmly into her hip bones to anchor her. He stopped letting her dictate the depth. Tilting his pelvis upward with a sudden, powerful surge of energy, he bucked hard against her downward slide, burying his thick length into her until he bottomed out completely.
His throat clicked, releasing a sequence of needy, breathless churrs as he lifted his upper body off the bed to meet her halfway, his hands sliding down to tightly squeeze her thighs to maximize the torturous friction. "God, Ash... yes," he growled against her lips, his breath hot and frantic before he nipped hungrily at her bottom lip. "Ride me. Take all of it. You want your genius to fill you up completely? I'm going to stretch you out so perfectly you won't be able to walk straight. Don't look away from me, Ash. Watch exactly how much you belong to me."
A low, vibrating rumble started deep in Ginger's chest—a purely animalistic, draconic sound that rattled with dominant satisfaction. Hearing Leo's broken confession of submission, her pupils dilated until her molten amber eyes were almost entirely swallowed by black, predatory slits. Her long, heavy tail gave a sharp, whipping snap where it remained tightly bound around Leo’s pinned wrists, yanking his arms taut against the headboard to remind him of his absolute confinement.
Without a single spoken word, her red scales flared up fiercely along her spine, glowing a deep, dangerous crimson as her inner heat spiked. She arched her back into Raph’s massive chest, accepting his touch with an aggressive, possessive nudge of her shoulder against his jaw. Reaching back blindly, she didn't just give him a signal; she reached down and wrapped her clawed fingers tightly around the thick meat of Raph’s thigh, digging her sharp nails into his skin to anchor him right against her backside.
Snaring Leo's gaze with her wild, unblinking eyes, she bared her fangs in a silent, predatory grin. She didn't offer a gentle transition. Grasping Raph to force his momentum forward, Ginger dropped her weight down with a sudden, relentless thrust, sinking completely onto Leo's hardened length while slamming her backside flush against Raph's throbbing front. Her hips instantly locked into a heavy, grinding, agonizingly deep circle—brutally sandwiching her dripping wet center between both brothers, utilizing Raph's brute strength to anchor the pace and forcing the full weight of her draconic storm down onto the trembling leader beneath her.
I smirked slightly as I felt his whole body shudder beneath my scratches, knowing I was doing something he liked, I kept doing it the best I could even as I moved on him. I couldn’t help shivering myself as I heard the territorial growl that came from him, gasping and calling out his name breathlessly as he suddenly thrusted hard and completely bottomed out, feeling his hands hold onto my hips so tightly that I was pretty sure there would be bruises. I sped up when I heard what he said, looking straight into his eyes as he told me too as I rode him. “G-Gonna take it all… you feel s-so good… r-ruined me in the best way f-for anyone else… aah! Fuck I don’t want anyone else, only you… oh give me a baby, my genius… oh fuck, I’m so close…” I moaned out, riding him faster with every word as I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, moving my hair to the side so he could mark me if he wanted too.
Leo could feel a dull ache in his wrists as she snapped her tail and kept his arms above his head, letting out a out a deep territorial churr as she thrust down on him, doing his best not to move and let her have control this time. He looked back into her eyes with dilated pupils of his own, his animal instincts completely taking over as she grabbed Raph’s thigh and anchored him against her backside.
Raph let out a sharp growl as she grabbed his thigh, feeling her claws cut through his skin slightly, but not caring about the pain as she had him pinned down along with his brother. All he wanted her to do was move, his hands snaking around to her front to play with her breast, flicking her nipples every so often as he nuzzled into her neck, leaving little nips and kisses, abusing her sweet spot once he found it.
The desperate, shattered submission slipping from Leo’s lips was a shot of pure, unadulterated adrenaline straight to Ginger’s core. Mistress. The word vibrated against her skin, sending a wicked, delicious shiver down her spine. Her gold-flared eyes darkened, blown out with absolute triumph as she looked down at the fierce, unyielding leader completely broken beneath her.
"Good boy," she purred, her voice dropping into a sultry, smoke-thick rasp that brushed directly against his ear.
She had no intention of easing his torment. Instead, hearing him beg for release only made her want to stretch the agony out until he was seeing stars. Her fangs bared in a wicked, breathless smile as she kept her tail coiled like a band of living iron over his wrists, pinning his arms ruthlessly above his head. He wanted to switch positions? He wanted to take control? Not a chance. She was the storm, and he was going to weather it exactly how she dictated.
Leaning down, she deliberately dragged the tip of her tongue in a slow, searing line from his collarbone up to his pulse point, letting him feel the intense, draconic heat radiating from her body. She caught the ragged, stuttering gasp that caught in his throat, anchoring her hips heavily against him. Millimeter by agonizing millimeter, she sank fully onto his rigid length, rolling her hips in a slow, agonizingly deep circle that forced another choked growl from his chest.
Feeling the heavy, demanding pressure of Raph settling in tight against her backside only added fuel to the fire. Raph's hands were already anchoring her hips, his own rough, cocky growl vibrating through her spine. She let out a dark, breathless laugh, her head tilting back as she caught Raph’s gaze over her shoulder.
"Hear that, Raph? Our fearless leader is completely at my mercy," Ginger whispered, a dangerous, golden heat flaring in her eyes. "He’s right on the edge." Without waiting for an answer, Ginger locked her eyes back onto Leo's strained, desperate face. She could feel how close he was, the violent, needy throbbing of his body beneath hers signaling that his control was entirely gone. She gave a sharp, possessive flick of her tail, tightening her hold on his wrists as she began a fast, mercilessly tight rhythm, grinding down on him with a fierce, demanding friction.
"Look at me, Leo," she commanded, her breathing turning shallow and ragged as the pleasure spiked through her own system. She leaned all her weight onto his plastron, her lips practically brushing his as she rode him toward the edge. "Take it. Melt for me, Leo. Let me feel exactly how much you belong to your Mistress."
The moment she called him her genius—the absolute, unwavering certainty in her voice as she promised she was his and his alone—any remaining semblance of Donnie’s calculated restraint snapped entirely. His logic centers locked up, overridden by a surge of raw, possessive heat that sent his internal temperature spiking completely off the charts.
As she gripped his shell and rode him with that agonizingly slow, deep rhythm, Donnie’s large hands clamped down on her hips like a vice. His thumbs dug firmly into her hip bones, his knuckles white as he took complete control of the pace, no longer able to let her dictate the friction.
"M-Mine..." he rasped, the word tearing from his throat, incredibly deep, gravelly, and entirely stripped of his usual composure. His dark eyes were completely blown out, black with a dazed, frantic adoration as he stared up at her flushed face. "God, Ashley... say it again. Tell me you're mine while I break like this..."
He didn't wait for her to speak. The violent, needy throbbing at his core reached a critical point, a systemic failure of his defenses that he couldn't calculate his way out of. With a low, territorial churr rumbling violently in his chest, Donnie suddenly arched his hips upward with a sudden, devastatingly hard thrust, bottoming out entirely within her wet warmth.
A sharp, ragged groan ripped from the very depths of his lungs as the climax hit him like a physical blow. His whole massive frame shuddered beneath her, his muscles locking tight as he spilled himself inside her, thrusting helplessly, repeatedly up against her center to bury every single millimeter of his length as deeply as possible. He held her hips ruthlessly pinned against his front, capturing her cries of pleasure with a bruising, desperate kiss, completely ruined by her in the absolute best way.
Leo’s patience was strong but thin as he waited to see what her next move would be, desperate for release but wanting to prolong this amazing pleasure she was giving him as long as possible. “O-Only for you Mistress…” Leo said shakily, letting out a small hiss when he felt her tongue drag against his pulse point on his neck, shaking as he held himself back as she slowly sunk down on him. Her tight heat around his hard member felt like heaven, shaking as he did his best not to move, even though all he wanted was to thirst up into her until she was calling his name. He took in his breath deep and slow, a few growls and churrs mixing together as they came out despite his control. He glanced back at Raph, seeing his pupils blown as black as his own, seeing he was just as needy as he was. The loud moan that came from him as she started to move shook the bed, thrusting up slightly to try and match her gruesome pace as he wanted to make sure she got what she wanted. “T-Take it all Mistress… I-I will hold back as long as you n-need until you have gotten the pleasure you want” Leo said shakily, a breathy churr coming from him when he felt her walls clamp down around him.
I held on for dear life once Donnie took over the pace, doing my best to ride him at the speed he was thrusting, angling a little bit more so he could go as deep as possible with each thrust. I could tell that his animal instincts had completely taken over, hearing the raw possessive way he said mine just sent more shivers throughout my whole body, crying out once he slammed his entire length inside of me as I buried my face into his neck. “Y-Yours… always yours, my g-genius…” I moaned out, riding him faster as I knew I would last much longer. Once he had came, I felt my orgasm rip through my body, screaming out his name in ecstasy as I came undone around him, doing my best to kiss him in return once his lips had swallowed my cries as I slowly rode him as I came down from my high, only pushing back once I felt I needed air. “I-I’m yours, Donatello… f-for as long as y-you want me” I said shakily, panting as I did my best to catch my breath as I stared into his eyes lovingly. @dragonfairy26
Ginger was so close to her orgasm release that her tail released its grip on Leo's hands. She growled and purred. Seeing in his eyes that his patience was close to snapping. The exquisite torture of her body clamping down around him just so she could take all the pleasure she wanted—that made her let out a low, wicked laugh.
"Hold back for me?" Ginger purred, her voice dripping with sweet, dangerous amusement. She leaned down, her warm breath brushing over the sensitive skin of his neck as her tail coiled tightly around his thighs, locking his hips in place so he couldn't escape her friction. "Oh, my sweet, obedient leader... you think you still have a choice." She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze locking with Raph's. Seeing Raph's pupils blown completely black, radiating the exact same desperate, heavy need as Leo's, only stoked the fire in her veins. She reached back, her claws lightly scraping over Raph's shoulder to draw him even closer, anchoring herself against his solid chest."He wants to play the martyr. He thinks he can control himself when we're both taking what we want from him."
Looking back down at Leo, she gave a slow, mercilessly tight roll of her hips, deliberately squeezing him with an agonizingly possessive grip. She watched his face, waiting for the exact moment his breath hitched, before she began to move in earnest—a ruthless, grinding rhythm designed to shatter whatever fragile restraint he had left.
"I don't want you to hold back, Leo," she murmured, leaning down to press a bruising, demanding kiss to his jaw, her fangs lightly grazing his skin. "I want you to come with me."
The sensation of her coming undone around him—her body gripping him in tight, rhythmic waves of pure ecstasy as she screamed his name—was almost too much for Donnie's overstimulated mind to process. He anchored himself to her, his large hands splaying flat against her back, holding her as close as physically possible. He swallowed her cries with a deep, bruising kiss, losing himself entirely in the sweet, breathless chaos of her high.
As she slowly rode out the remaining tremors of her climax and pulled back to catch her breath, Donnie let out a long, ragged exhale. His chest heaved, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his plastron as he looked up at her.
Hearing his full name leave her lips in that shaky, beautiful whisper—“I’m yours, Donatello… for as long as you want me”—struck a chord deep in his chest. The sheer, unscientific magnitude of his feelings for her felt impossible to calculate.
"Always," Donnie rasped, his voice still thick and rough from the afterglow.
He reached up, his long, green fingers gently cupping her flushed cheek. His thumb stroked over her cheekbone with infinite tenderness, his dark eyes wide and completely soft with adoration as he stared back into her eyes. The brilliant, sharp-tongued genius was completely gone, replaced by a male who was utterly, hopelessly devoted to the woman resting on his chest.
"You don't get to say things like that to a scientist, Ashley," he murmured, a faint, breathless smile finally tugging at the corners of his mouth as he pulled her back down to rest against him. "Because 'as long as I want you' is an infinite variable. It doesn't have an expiration date. You're stuck with me."
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead, wrapping his strong arms securely around her waist to hold her tight, content to just lie there and listen to the synchronizing beat of their hearts.
Meanwhile, in the dojo. Master's splinter stares at Michelangelo, the only son in the dojo, ready for training for once. Three of his sons are late. When he finally opens his eyes, his voice is quiet, calm, and incredibly sharp. He wouldn't yell; Splinter knows that quiet disappointment cuts far deeper than anger. "Mikey, where are your brothers?"
Mikey froze, his orange-masked head pulling slightly into his shell as the heavy, quiet weight of Splinter’s voice washed over him. He swallowed hard, his eyes darting frantically around the empty dojo as if his brothers might suddenly materialize from the shadows to save him.
But as the realization fully sank in—that he, Michelangelo, was actually the only one standing on the tatami mats on time for once—his nervous panic instantly morphed into pure, unadulterated opportunity.
He cleared his throat, puffing his chest out and standing up as straight as physically possible. He clasped his hands behind his back, trying to channel his best, most honorable "Leonardo" impression, though a massive, smug grin completely ruined the effect.
"You know, Sensei..." Mikey began, his voice dripping with dramatic, exaggerated solemnity. He shook his head, sighing deeply as if carrying the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. "I ask myself that very same question. Every. Single. Day. Where is the discipline? Where is the respect for the ancient arts?"
He took a step forward, bringing one hand to his chest in a theatrical gesture of deep, tragic disappointment.
"I tried to warn them, Master Splinter. I really did! I stood outside their doors and cried, 'Brothers! The dojo awaits! Our master's wisdom beckons!' But alas... my pleas fell on deaf ears. Donnie is probably still whispering sweet nothings to his motherboard, Leo is probably doing extra, ultra-nerdy kata in his room, and Raph... well, Raph was making a scary growling noise when I knocked, so I valued my life and walked away."
Dropping the serious act, Mikey slid a few inches closer, leaning in with a conspiratorial, hopeful grin lighting up his face.
"But hey! Look on the bright side, pop! You've got me! Your most punctual, dedicated, and clearly favorite student," he purred, giving Splinter a playful nudge with his shoulder. "Soooo... since I'm carrying the team today, does this mean I get to skip the flip-drills? Or, better yet, can we officially declare tonight 'Mikey Chooses the Pizza Toppings' night? I think a double-anchovy-marshmallow pie would really cleanse our spiritual palates."
Leo’s eyes widened slightly in surprise when he felt her tail loosen its grip around his wrists, however he kept his arms where they were and didn’t move them as he wanted to show he could listen. He let out a loud churr that turned into a low growl as she gave a slow tight roll of her hips, feeling her tail wrap tightly around his thigh as he listened to her words. When she said that she wanted him to not hold back, that was when he finally snapped, a deeper growl coming from him. “If that is what my Mistress wants… then I will gladly give it to you” Leo said huskily, now thrusting upwards harder with each roll of her hips, watching carefully to see when she would come undone as the pure heaven of her body was bringing him closer and closer to his own release, seeing that Raph was just as close as well.
Raph was practically rutting against her from behind, chasing his own orgasm as he felt her pull him to her even closer as they moved together. “We both wanna see ya cum… come on darlin, show ‘im what heaven feels like” Raph growled out, one of his hands sneaking down to play with her sensitive nub as she rode Leo like crazy, wanting to see her come undone in the worse way.
I shivered slightly as I came down from my high, catching my breath as I heard him say always, my heart leaping as I had always hoped to hear that from him. There was a small voice inside my head trying to warn me otherwise, however I shut that voice off for now and focused on Donnie, leaning into his hand when he gently cupped my cheek as we laid joined together, smiling when he kissed my forehead. “I don’t see it as being stuck with you, I see it as being lucky to be loved by you, my genius” I smiled at him, giving him a soft kiss before moving to grab the blanket and pull it more around us, nuzzling against him as he held me in his arms. I sighed in content, feeling myself start to doze off slightly as I was so comfortable, only my eyes to snap open as I thought about the time. “Quick question love… even though Leo didn’t come and get you for training, is it possible that your father might get suspicious and come looking for you? As much as I love this and everything we just did, I hope I’m not getting you into trouble” I said a bit worriedly, knowing how embarrassing it would be if Splinter walked into Donnie’s room right now. @dragonfairy26
A violent shudder ripped through Ginger’s entire body. Her golden eyes went wide, her pupils dilating into thin, frantic slits as her mind fractured under the sheer sensory overload. A high, desperate cry tore from her throat, her fangs baring as her head fell back heavily against Raph’s broad shoulder. Her claws dug mercilessly into the tough skin of Leo’s shoulders, desperately seeking an anchor as the first seismic wave of her climax crashed over her.
Her internal walls clamped down around Leo’s rigid length with a crushing, rhythmic desperation, milked completely by his hard, relentless upward thrusts. Her tail, still wrapped tightly around his thigh, squeezed in perfect, bruising tandem with her orgasm, locking him impossibly deep inside her. At the same exact time, she arched her spine, tilting her pelvis directly into the torturous, driving friction of Raph’s hand, riding his fingers just as wildly as she rode Leo.
"L-Leo... Raph...!" she choked out, her voice a wrecked, shivering gasp of pure ecstasy as she shattered completely between them. She was entirely undone, spilling over for the two males, her body convulsing in tight, helpless ripples that practically begged them both to follow her over the cliff.
Donnie had been in a state of absolute, blissful sensory deprivation, completely content to just hold her warm body against his chest and breathe in the scent of her hair. But the moment her eyes snapped open and she asked that highly logical, terrifyingly realistic question, Donnie’s entire posture went rigid.He blinked, his dark eyes widening as he stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom, his internal processor rapidly running the numbers.
"I..." Donnie started, his voice still a bit husky and rough, though a sudden spike of nervous adrenaline was already clearing the fog from his mind. He cleared his throat, tightening his grip on the blanket to keep her tucked securely against his plastron. "Well, statistically speaking, the probability of Sensei initiating a search grid for his missing sons during designated dojo hours is... highly elevated. Especially if Leonardo also failed to show up."
He looked down at her, his expression a mix of soft, doting adoration and mild, comical panic. He reached up, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her warm cheek.
"But you could never get me into trouble, Ashley," he murmured, his voice dropping into a tender, reassuring tone as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "If anything, I am a willing participant in our... scheduling conflicts."
With a soft groan, Donnie leaned over slightly, reaching one long arm out from under the blanket to tap a button on the small, customized tablet resting on his bedside table. The screen flickered to life, displaying a grid of security feeds.
"And because I am nothing if not a genius who plans for every worst-case scenario," he purred, a smug, faint smirk returning to his face, "I have motion sensors calibrated to Master Splinter's specific weight and gait signature at the edge of the residential hall. If he so much as steps past the kitchen, my tablet will give a silent, three-pulse vibration. We would have exactly forty-seven seconds to look entirely respectable."
He set the tablet back down and pulled her right back against his chest, wrapping his arms securely around her waist and letting out a soft sigh.
"Though, admittedly... if he actually did walk in on us like this, my heart rate would spike past 220 BPM and I would probably physically dissolve into the concrete out of sheer mortification," he chuckled, nuzzling his face softly into the crook of her neck. "So, as much as I want to stay right here under this blanket with you forever... we should probably slowly think about getting dressed. Just to keep my blood pressure at a safe level."
Both males let out primal growls as they each felt the violent shudder that went through her body; Leo’s eyes were blown so dilated, he was practically looking at her through slits. He kept thrusting up harder and harder, feeling how hard her tail was gripping his thigh, smirking slightly when he saw Raph’s hand start to rub in her most sensitive place. Once she came undone and he heard her yell his name, he let out another deep growl as her tight walls clamped down hard enough that he spilled himself inside of her, reaching up to bite down between the left side of her neck and shoulder, marking her as he let her walls milk him dry.
Raph’s growl was just as deep, rubbing a bit faster as he rutted against her, watching as his brother came undone. However he wasn’t far behind, hearing her cry out and yell his name as well sent him over the edge, his seed painting her backside as he growled as well and marked her to her side, making sure that his mark would be showing just as much as Leo’s.
I waited patiently for Donnie’s answer, feeling his body go rigid at my question, I almost regretted asking it. I nuzzled a bit more against him as I felt him tuck the blanket more securely around me; kissing his cheek gently in thanks for doing so as he answered my question. I gave him a small smile as he tucked my hair behind my ear, chuckling slightly when he talks about Leo. “If I remember correctly, I do believe that would be possible considering I’m sure that both him and Raph are in Raph’s room enjoying Ginger’s company” I smirked, pretty sure that they all were having as good of a time as I had just had. “As much as I believe you, I’m pretty sure that I can somehow get you tossed in the Hashi if not careful… although that is a great invention love, at least it will give us some warning on if Splinter is coming” I smiled up at him in adoration, loving how smart and perfect he truly was. I giggled when he said how high his heart rate would go in mortification, knowing my own would do the same thing if Splinter happened to walk in right now. “That’s probably a good idea, besides, they only time I want your heart rate spiking is because I did something to make it jump that high” I smirked, giving him a soft kiss before unfortunately moving to get up, groaning slightly at the soreness I felt once we separated. I moved a bit shakily, my body already missing his closeness as I tried to get dressed, freezing when I heard his little alarm go off. “Umm Donnie… I think your dad is coming, can I have a little help please? Quickly?” I said, a small amount of panic in my voice since I was having trouble moving around to get my clothes. @dragonfairy26
The sharp, low three-pulse vibration of his bedside tablet went off like an air horn in Donnie’s ears. His eyes widened to the size of saucers, the faint flush on his cheeks instantly deepening to a bright, flustered purple.
Forty-seven seconds. Forty-six. Forty-five...
"Okay—okay! Don't panic, emergency protocol activated!" Donnie squeaked out, his voice cracking slightly as he practically vaulted out of bed. He scrambled across the room with shocking agility, his long limbs a blur of motion as he scooped up her clothes from the floor in one practiced sweep.
Seeing her winced movement and hearing the genuine note of shaky panic in her voice immediately brought out his protective, caring side. In an instant, he was kneeling right in front of her, his hands moving with gentle, precise speed despite his racing heart.
"I've got you, I've got you," he murmured softly, his tone a rapid, breathless mix of soothing affection and sheer panic. He carefully held out her shirt, guiding her arms through the sleeves and gently pulling it over her head so she wouldn't have to strain her sore muscles. "Careful... slowly. Well, quickly, but carefully! I am so sorry, I should have calculated the physical after-effects of our... exercise before making you stand up so fast."
He reached down to scoop up her bottoms, helping her slide her feet into them and carefully pulling them up over her hips, making sure not to rush her to the point of discomfort. As soon as she was securely dressed, Donnie reached out, his hands gently holding her waist as he helped her sit down on the edge of the bed so she didn't have to stand on her shaky legs.
Twelve seconds.
Donnie practically threw his own purple bandanna over his head, tying it in a frantic, lopsided knot, and kicked his discarded gear under the bed. He grabbed his clipboard off his desk, shoved a pen into his hand, and dropped to one knee in front of her, pretending to analyze her knee joint with intense, clinical focus just as the heavy, rhythmic tap of a wooden walking stick echoed outside his doorway.
He leaned close to her ear, his breath hitching as he whispered with a dazed, frantic smirk, "...If we survive this, I am building a deadbolt."
The sharp, sudden sting of Leo’s bite at the crook of her shoulder made Ginger arch her back into him with a low, breathy hiss. Feeling his body shudder as he spilled inside her, her walls milking him completely dry, sent a warm, possessive triumph straight through her chest. But before she could even catch her breath, Raph snapped—his deep growl vibrating against her spine as he reached his own violent release, marking her skin just as fiercely on her other side so the matching bites sat proudly on display.
Ginger’s golden eyes flared with absolute, dark satisfaction. She let her head fall heavily back against Raph’s massive chest, her body limp and trembling from the crushing weight of their combined climaxes.
"Look at you two..." Ginger rasped, her voice thick, sultry, and wrecked from screaming their names. A slow, wicked smirk curved her lips as she felt Raph’s heavy heart hammering against her back while still pinning Leo beneath her. "So eager to mark what’s yours..." Her tail coiled loosely around Leo's thigh, dragging its warm, scaly tip up his side in a lazy, possessive caress before resting against Leo’s hip. She leaned fully back into Raph’s broad frame, letting him support her completely as her body slowly came down from the intense high and closed her eyes. @fyreball66
Okay so, I wanted to expand a bit about what I meant in this post about Leo and Raph’s similarities. Pictured above are two scenes which highlight this very well: how they are two sides of the same coin, and can rather easily tap into that other side (coin metaphor be damned).
For Raph, here we have a scene where he is separated from the others, in “Across The Universe”. He doesn’t act his normal hot-headed self so much in this episode; instead he lectures his temporary companion about honour, before berating himself for sounding like Leo. This implies that he very much understands Leo’s personality as well as the necessity of it - so when Leo’s not there to fill that role, he steps up to do it.
For Leo, although season four isn’t the only time this happens, he gives in to his emotions, and is shown as much more aggressive in the scene above. Raph states that he doesn’t mind, that he enjoys Leo talking tough. This also suggests a kinship because they understand each other’s emotional sides very well. In “Lone Raph and Cub”, whilst Donnie and Mikey just tell him to calm down, Leo lets Raph take off to blow off some steam - understanding his emotios, as we also often see Leo take off to vent on his own.
Both sides are essential, which they clearly acknowledge. Raph prefers to be able to go head first into battle, but he understands the necessity of a leader and honour too: and trusts Leo in this role, to the point that he mimics Leo when he’s not there. Meanwhile Leo prefers the role of the leader, but he isn’t above giving into emotions and venting his frustrations on his opponents every once in a while: and understands Raph’s emotional needs because he shares them.
This is the (part 1 of 2) dynamic I love about them the most. Not the overused and exaggerated anger about following orders or whatever, but the similarity and mutual appreciation for their roles, and understanding. How easily Raph can act like Leo, even though he’d rather be Raph, and how easily Leo can act like Raph, even though he prefers being Leo. This is why I find their relationship so intriguing.
Donnie is hunched over Raph’s bike, trying to sync a stolen Foot Clan frequency into their HUDs. Leo is obsessively checking the perimeter, feeling the "turf" getting too hot. Mikey is trying to spray-paint a "Turtle Power" logo on a fresh leather vest. Suddenly, Casey Jones rips into the garage on his beat-up cafe racer, bleeding from a shoulder wound. He reveals that a shipment of "Green Mutagen" (illegal high-octane fuel or a literal bio-hazard) is being moved across the Manhattan Bridge by the Foot Clan’s "Cyber-Sled" unit.
Raph had been on edge lately, knowing that things were heating up with the Foot Clan and was just waiting for a reason to jump into a fight. He looked up when Casey came racing into the garage, seeing he was hurt. He listened when Casey told them about the shipment, growling and banging his fist against the wall. “Damn it Leo, we need ta do somethin about this! We can’t just sit idly by and let this shipment go through. I say we crash it before it even goes out and send a message” Raph said gruffly, glancing between his other two brothers to see if they agreed with him.
Any remaining data, calculations, or logical thought processes completely evaporated from Donnie’s mind the exact millisecond her lips met his. A low, ragged growl ripped from his throat, a sharp contrast to his usual calculated demeanor, as he melted entirely into the deep, agonizingly slow rhythm of her kiss. The sheer friction of her body against his when she locked her legs around his waist sent his internal temperature spiking well past safe operational parameters, but he had absolutely no intention of cooling down.
His fingers tangled deep into her hair, holding her head gently but firmly as his large palms slid down to grip her hips, anchoring her securely beneath him. He drank her in, pouring every ounce of his silent, intense devotion into the kiss until they were both completely out of air.
Breaking the contact with a soft, teasing nip to her lower lip, he rested his forehead against hers, a breathless, heavy smirk pulling at his beak. "Wasting time is a severe violation of my personal protocols, love," he rasped, his voice incredibly deep, gravelly, and thick with a dark, possessive heat. He trailed a line of slow, pressing kisses along her jawline, deliberately lingering over the sensitive pulse point on her neck until he felt her heart fluttering. He chuckled, a dark, vibrating sound against her skin. "Look at that. Your heart rate is skyrocketing. It seems my presence is causing a massive systemic anomaly in you, too."
Shifting his hips just enough to make her gasp, his arms tightened around her, completely enveloping her in his massive frame as if she were the only constant in his entire universe. "Leo and Raph can have the rest of the world," he murmured, his dark eyes blown out with raw adoration as he looked down at her flushed face. "Right here, right now, you are the only assignment that matters to me. And if you think I'm letting you out of this bed before we thoroughly utilize every single second of this privacy... you highly underestimate my efficiency. Let's see how high we can get those numbers to go."
A ragged, breathless gasp escaped Ginger's lips as Raph's heavy palms massaged her breasts, his thumbs bringing a sharp, electric jolt of pleasure straight to her core. The sensation made her hips roll in a tight, heavy circle, and she felt a hot, victorious thrill shoot straight down her spine the exact moment Leo’s hips involuntarily rolled up to meet her. His control wasn't just starting to break—it was completely gone.
She let out a dark, mocking laugh right against Leo's jaw, her tail giving an extra, possessive squeeze around his pinned wrists. "Meditation? Is that what you call this, Fearless?" she whispered, her voice a sultry, dripping purr as she ground heavily against his hardening length, completely shattering any remaining illusion of his restraint. "Because from where I'm sitting, your little zen routine is failing you miserably."
Leaning all her weight down onto his chest, she pressed their lips so close they were practically brushing, before cutting her molten amber eyes up to Raph over her shoulder with a brilliant, gold-flared smirk. "He really is a pain, isn't he? He thinks he's still in control." Locking her gaze back onto Leo's strained, desperate face, her smile turned wicked. "Raph's right, Leo. The teasing is over. Your meditation can't save you now. Stop fighting it and take what you want. Tell me you want to feel me, or I'll just let Raph have me right here while you watch." @fyreball66
I kissed him slow and deep, slightly moaning at the sound of the deep growl I heard from as we kissed. I shivered slightly as I felt his hands move down along my body, instantly wrapping my arms around him once he had let my hands go in order to keep him as close as possible. I was panting by the time he pulled back, smirking slightly when I felt him bite my bottom lip lightly, looking deeply into his eyes when he pressed his forehead against my own. “A violation, hm? So I suppose that means I’m in trouble… guess I will just have to receive my punishment” I smirked, feeling my heart race a bit more as I felt his kisses along my jawline, gasping a bit when I felt them against my pulse point and felt his hips shift just enough to cause some teasing friction against me. I nuzzled against him as I heard him speak, loving him even more as I heard what he said. “You’re right about that, neither of us are going anywhere, you are the only one that gets me feeling like this… and speaking of things going up, I believe I already feel something that is up already” I smirked, rolling my hips more to show him how much I wanted him. “Please my alpha… I need you right now” I said, pouting playfully as I waited to see if he liked the new nickname I gave him.
Leo looked up at her with a heated gaze, thrusting up a bit more the longer she ground against him, feeling himself getting harder with every roll of her hips. “T-That’s what I did during mating season… however right now, you are correct, it isn’t helping much at the moment. The only thing I want is to bury my cock so deep in you, you see stars” Leo growled out, his resolve completely dissolving the more she ground herself against him. He looked over and saw the smirk on his brother’s face, letting out a deep growl. “Not ONE word, hothead, I’m sure she was in control earlier when you two were going at it” Leo snarled out, trying to move so he could switch position and take her like he wanted too.
Raph couldn’t help the cocky smirk that was on his face as he continued to tease Ginger, letting out a deep churr before kissing and nipping along her neck to keep her riled up. “He ‘as always been a big pain in ma ass… ya keep going darlin… he is clearly starting to crack further. I’m ’avin lots of fun teasin ya, but I’m goin ta let go now and watch tha show. Jus let me know if ya want me ta step in” Raph smirked, giving Leo a small wink at his words before kissing Ginger deeply and than leaning back to see what she would do next, lazily stroking himself as he watched. @dragonfairy26
A low, victorious growl vibrated deep in Ginger's throat as Leo finally snapped, his feral threats of burying himself deep enough to make her see stars sending a rush of liquid fire straight to her core. Her fangs bared in a wicked, breathless smile, her tail remaining an unyielding band of iron over his wrists to shut down his attempt to switch positions. "I told you, Leo. I'm in charge here. You don't get to move until I say so. I can outsmart you, remember?"
To drive the point home, she leaned down, pressing her front entirely against his plastron while she dragged the flat of her tongue in a long, slow, agonizingly wet stroke up the tense line of his neck. She caught the sharp, shuddering intake of his breath right against her tongue, lingering right over his pulsing artery to let him feel the full force of her draconic heat.
Feeling the heavy, rhythmic friction of Raph settling in right against her backside, she let out a breathless, mocking laugh. She shifted her weight, grinding heavily against Raph’s front while keeping Leo thoroughly pinned under her thighs. She glanced over her shoulder, her gold-flared eyes locking onto Raph's cocky smirk. "Hear that, Raph? He wants to make me see stars. Why don't you hold onto my hips from behind and help me show the Fearless Leader what a real storm feels like? Don't just sit there and watch... help me break him." Feel his Cock press against her now dripping wet cunt.
A deep, rumbling churr tore from Donnie's chest when she leaned down and whispered that new nickname against his skin. The sheer audacity of it, combined with the slow, agonizing roll of her hips, completely broke whatever restraint he had left. His entire frame shuddered as she pouted down at him, her body completely trapping his lower half. Beneath her, his heavy erection throbbed violently, poking rigid, hot, and unyielding right against her smooth belly with a needy, involuntary tilt of his hips.
"A-Alpha...?" he rasped, his voice cracking slightly as a dark green flush crept all the way up his neck. His fingers fisted tightly into the sheets on either side of her legs, trying to anchor himself. "Ashley, the sociobiological classification of an 'alpha' is... highly inaccurate for a test-tube mutation, not to mention a bit too... aggressively primitive for my personal tastes. It implies a blunt force I don't possess."
He swallowed hard, his dark eyes burning with raw devotion as he reached up, his large hands shaking as he cupped her face to pull her down for a brief, bruising kiss. "Let's stick to something a bit more exclusive," he murmured against her lips, his breath hitching as he shifted beneath her to make sure she felt every single bit of his length pressing against her abdomen. "I'd much rather be your genius... your architect... Your Daddy. Let me be the mastermind who knows exactly how to map out your pleasure. You don't need to ask nicely. You already have me completely at your mercy. Now hold onto me... because the operator is ready to get to work." He lifts her up and slides you on to his cock. Moving deadly slow and hard. @fyreball66
Leo let out a small low growl at her words, not liking being able to move to do as he pleased, but knew he would have to yield in order to get the release he wanted. He couldn’t help the shudder that came out as he felt her tongue along the side of his neck, letting out a deep churr when she went over his pulse point. “F-Fine… I’m yours to command, Mistress, please ride me” Leo growled out, his heated gaze looking over to Raph as he heard what she said, waiting to see what he would do.
Raph had moved back to let her take control, however he had no problem helping if that was what she wanted. He moved back to place himself behind her, letting out a deep growl when she leaned back enough to grind herself against him at the same time she was grinding on Leo. “Sounds good ta me… howeva I think you should give him a little bit, he ‘as been behavin a bit betta. Go ahead, doll, show ‘im what it feels like ta ‘ave tha storm ride ‘im” Raph smirked, grinding himself a bit more against her so she would grind more against Leo.
As I waited for Donnie’s answer, I had rolled so I was on top of him, having completely discard any clothing I had on earlier so that I was completely bare and waiting for him. I smiled slightly when I heard the deep churr that came from him when I called him alpha, figuring maybe he liked being called that as I leaned down to gently nip his bottom lip. I stopped however when I heard what he said, sighing slightly as I knew what he meant, but I figured he misunderstood how I saw him when I called him that. I leaned against his touch when he cupped my face, kissing him in return once he had kissed me. “Alright, my genius, I understand… I just hope you know that to me, you are my alpha, and I mean that I am yours, and yours alone, always” I said, kissing him softly before leaning back up, reading for him to claim me as he wished. I moved as he lifted me up, letting out a sharp cry of pleasure once he lowered me down on his hard cock, my hands gripping the back of his shell tightly as I did my best to adjust to him as I sunk down on him, riding on him just as slow and hard and staring right into his eyes. @dragonfairy26
A deep, ragged groan ripped from the very bottom of Donnie’s chest as she sank completely onto him, his large hands anchoring tightly to her hips to control the agonizingly slow, bruising depth of the friction. Hearing her call him her genius—and hearing her promise that she was his and his alone—sent a wave of possessive, overwhelming heat straight through his system.
He didn't break eye contact for even a fraction of a second, his dark eyes blown out, completely dark with a dazed, raw adoration as he watched her chest heave. "Mine..." he rasped, his voice incredibly deep, gravelly, and thick with desire as he tilted his hips up to meet her next downward slide, burying himself as deeply as physically possible. "God, Ashley... say it again. Let me hear it. Tell me exactly who you belong to while I take care of you like this." His thumbs pressed firmly into her hip bones, guiding her into a relentless, heavy pace that made his plastron shudder against her front with every single stroke.
A dark, deeply satisfied purr rumbled through Ginger’s chest as she heard the breathless, shattered surrender slip from the leader's lips. Mistress. The title sent a wicked thrill straight down her spine, her gold-flared eyes darkening with pure triumph as she looked down at Leo's flushed, desperate face.
"Good boy," she whispered, her voice dripping with a sultry, slow heat. Her fangs bared in a wicked, breathless smile, her tail remaining an unyielding band of iron over his wrists to shut down any thought he had of switching positions. "I told you, Leo. I'm in charge here. You don't get to move until I say so." To soften the blow of her absolute control, she leaned down and pressed a sweet, deliberately mocking kiss right to the tip of Leo’s nose.
She didn't drop down all at once; instead, she deliberately took her time, lowering her dripping wet center onto his rigid length millimeter by agonizing millimeter, savoring the sharp, choked gasp that tore from his throat. As she began a painfully slow, rolling friction against Leo, she leaned her back firmly into Raph’s front.
Feeling the heavy, rhythmic friction of Raph settling in right against her backside, she let out a breathless laugh. She shifted her weight, grinding heavily against Raph’s front while keeping Leo thoroughly pinned under her thighs, making the double friction entirely torturous for both of them. She glanced over her shoulder, her gold-flared eyes locking onto Raph's cocky smirk. "Hear that, Raph? He wants to take the storm. Why don't you hold onto my hips from behind and help me show the Fearless Leader what a real storm feels like? Don't just sit there and watch... help me break him." @fyreball66
My eyes rolled back slightly as I finished sinking down on him, bottoming out and feeling completely full as I felt his hands on my hips. I kept staring into his eyes as I panted from the feeling of him, seeing how dark and possessive his had gotten sent a fresh wave of electricity through my body, smirking slightly when I heard him say mine. I nodded to affirm what he said, gasping slightly as he hit a good spot as he moved to match how I was moving on him, hearing his command of what he wanted me to say. “Y-You… I belong to you, Donatello… a-always yours, my genius… only you m-make me feel this way” I moaned out, clenching around him tightly as I moved slightly faster as I felt his hands guide me, crying out when he hit that perfect spot. “Right there, my genius! I’m gonna ride you until you fill me up completely” I moaned out, my nails scratching the top part of his shell as I hung onto him.
Leo smirked slightly as he noticed the flicker of heat in Ginger’s eyes, seeing she liked the nickname he had just used for her. “Yes, Mistress… I-I understand” Leo said through strained teeth, doing all he could to be good and not thrust until she told him too. Hearing her call him a good boy sent shivers throughout his body, hating she was right and that even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud, he definitely had a praise kink. He moaned and growled lowly as she lowered herself slowly onto him, doing his best to hold back and wait until she had bottomed out, letting out a choked sharp gasp as she felt so good on his hardened length.
Raph was enjoying how she was torturing Leo, happy that it wasn’t him, and knew what his brother would do if he was in control. He let out a deep growl as Ginger’s backside continued to grind against him, getting to where he wanted to just take her himself, however he grinned wickedly at her idea. “I can do that… I’m goin ta position ya perfectly so you can ride him and me at tha same time” Raph growled out, his hard cock rubbing against her backside as he waited for her signal to start. @dragonfairy26
A loud, rattling churr tore from Donnie’s chest the exact moment her fingernails dragged sharply across the sensitive surface of his upper shell. The physical sensation sent an electric shock wave straight down his spine, causing his entire frame to shudder violently beneath her. His tight, slick walls clenching fiercely around him with every hard stroke was driving him right to the edge of insanity.
A deep, territorial growl vibrated heavily through his plastron as his large hands clamped down on her waist, his thumbs pressing firmly into her hip bones to anchor her. He stopped letting her dictate the depth. Tilting his pelvis upward with a sudden, powerful surge of energy, he bucked hard against her downward slide, burying his thick length into her until he bottomed out completely.
His throat clicked, releasing a sequence of needy, breathless churrs as he lifted his upper body off the bed to meet her halfway, his hands sliding down to tightly squeeze her thighs to maximize the torturous friction. "God, Ash... yes," he growled against her lips, his breath hot and frantic before he nipped hungrily at her bottom lip. "Ride me. Take all of it. You want your genius to fill you up completely? I'm going to stretch you out so perfectly you won't be able to walk straight. Don't look away from me, Ash. Watch exactly how much you belong to me."
A low, vibrating rumble started deep in Ginger's chest—a purely animalistic, draconic sound that rattled with dominant satisfaction. Hearing Leo's broken confession of submission, her pupils dilated until her molten amber eyes were almost entirely swallowed by black, predatory slits. Her long, heavy tail gave a sharp, whipping snap where it remained tightly bound around Leo’s pinned wrists, yanking his arms taut against the headboard to remind him of his absolute confinement.
Without a single spoken word, her red scales flared up fiercely along her spine, glowing a deep, dangerous crimson as her inner heat spiked. She arched her back into Raph’s massive chest, accepting his touch with an aggressive, possessive nudge of her shoulder against his jaw. Reaching back blindly, she didn't just give him a signal; she reached down and wrapped her clawed fingers tightly around the thick meat of Raph’s thigh, digging her sharp nails into his skin to anchor him right against her backside.
Snaring Leo's gaze with her wild, unblinking eyes, she bared her fangs in a silent, predatory grin. She didn't offer a gentle transition. Grasping Raph to force his momentum forward, Ginger dropped her weight down with a sudden, relentless thrust, sinking completely onto Leo's hardened length while slamming her backside flush against Raph's throbbing front. Her hips instantly locked into a heavy, grinding, agonizingly deep circle—brutally sandwiching her dripping wet center between both brothers, utilizing Raph's brute strength to anchor the pace and forcing the full weight of her draconic storm down onto the trembling leader beneath her.
I smirked slightly as I felt his whole body shudder beneath my scratches, knowing I was doing something he liked, I kept doing it the best I could even as I moved on him. I couldn’t help shivering myself as I heard the territorial growl that came from him, gasping and calling out his name breathlessly as he suddenly thrusted hard and completely bottomed out, feeling his hands hold onto my hips so tightly that I was pretty sure there would be bruises. I sped up when I heard what he said, looking straight into his eyes as he told me too as I rode him. “G-Gonna take it all… you feel s-so good… r-ruined me in the best way f-for anyone else… aah! Fuck I don’t want anyone else, only you… oh give me a baby, my genius… oh fuck, I’m so close…” I moaned out, riding him faster with every word as I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, moving my hair to the side so he could mark me if he wanted too.
Leo could feel a dull ache in his wrists as she snapped her tail and kept his arms above his head, letting out a out a deep territorial churr as she thrust down on him, doing his best not to move and let her have control this time. He looked back into her eyes with dilated pupils of his own, his animal instincts completely taking over as she grabbed Raph’s thigh and anchored him against her backside.
Raph let out a sharp growl as she grabbed his thigh, feeling her claws cut through his skin slightly, but not caring about the pain as she had him pinned down along with his brother. All he wanted her to do was move, his hands snaking around to her front to play with her breast, flicking her nipples every so often as he nuzzled into her neck, leaving little nips and kisses, abusing her sweet spot once he found it.
The desperate, shattered submission slipping from Leo’s lips was a shot of pure, unadulterated adrenaline straight to Ginger’s core. Mistress. The word vibrated against her skin, sending a wicked, delicious shiver down her spine. Her gold-flared eyes darkened, blown out with absolute triumph as she looked down at the fierce, unyielding leader completely broken beneath her.
"Good boy," she purred, her voice dropping into a sultry, smoke-thick rasp that brushed directly against his ear.
She had no intention of easing his torment. Instead, hearing him beg for release only made her want to stretch the agony out until he was seeing stars. Her fangs bared in a wicked, breathless smile as she kept her tail coiled like a band of living iron over his wrists, pinning his arms ruthlessly above his head. He wanted to switch positions? He wanted to take control? Not a chance. She was the storm, and he was going to weather it exactly how she dictated.
Leaning down, she deliberately dragged the tip of her tongue in a slow, searing line from his collarbone up to his pulse point, letting him feel the intense, draconic heat radiating from her body. She caught the ragged, stuttering gasp that caught in his throat, anchoring her hips heavily against him. Millimeter by agonizing millimeter, she sank fully onto his rigid length, rolling her hips in a slow, agonizingly deep circle that forced another choked growl from his chest.
Feeling the heavy, demanding pressure of Raph settling in tight against her backside only added fuel to the fire. Raph's hands were already anchoring her hips, his own rough, cocky growl vibrating through her spine. She let out a dark, breathless laugh, her head tilting back as she caught Raph’s gaze over her shoulder.
"Hear that, Raph? Our fearless leader is completely at my mercy," Ginger whispered, a dangerous, golden heat flaring in her eyes. "He’s right on the edge." Without waiting for an answer, Ginger locked her eyes back onto Leo's strained, desperate face. She could feel how close he was, the violent, needy throbbing of his body beneath hers signaling that his control was entirely gone. She gave a sharp, possessive flick of her tail, tightening her hold on his wrists as she began a fast, mercilessly tight rhythm, grinding down on him with a fierce, demanding friction.
"Look at me, Leo," she commanded, her breathing turning shallow and ragged as the pleasure spiked through her own system. She leaned all her weight onto his plastron, her lips practically brushing his as she rode him toward the edge. "Take it. Melt for me, Leo. Let me feel exactly how much you belong to your Mistress."
The moment she called him her genius—the absolute, unwavering certainty in her voice as she promised she was his and his alone—any remaining semblance of Donnie’s calculated restraint snapped entirely. His logic centers locked up, overridden by a surge of raw, possessive heat that sent his internal temperature spiking completely off the charts.
As she gripped his shell and rode him with that agonizingly slow, deep rhythm, Donnie’s large hands clamped down on her hips like a vice. His thumbs dug firmly into her hip bones, his knuckles white as he took complete control of the pace, no longer able to let her dictate the friction.
"M-Mine..." he rasped, the word tearing from his throat, incredibly deep, gravelly, and entirely stripped of his usual composure. His dark eyes were completely blown out, black with a dazed, frantic adoration as he stared up at her flushed face. "God, Ashley... say it again. Tell me you're mine while I break like this..."
He didn't wait for her to speak. The violent, needy throbbing at his core reached a critical point, a systemic failure of his defenses that he couldn't calculate his way out of. With a low, territorial churr rumbling violently in his chest, Donnie suddenly arched his hips upward with a sudden, devastatingly hard thrust, bottoming out entirely within her wet warmth.
A sharp, ragged groan ripped from the very depths of his lungs as the climax hit him like a physical blow. His whole massive frame shuddered beneath her, his muscles locking tight as he spilled himself inside her, thrusting helplessly, repeatedly up against her center to bury every single millimeter of his length as deeply as possible. He held her hips ruthlessly pinned against his front, capturing her cries of pleasure with a bruising, desperate kiss, completely ruined by her in the absolute best way.
Leo’s patience was strong but thin as he waited to see what her next move would be, desperate for release but wanting to prolong this amazing pleasure she was giving him as long as possible. “O-Only for you Mistress…” Leo said shakily, letting out a small hiss when he felt her tongue drag against his pulse point on his neck, shaking as he held himself back as she slowly sunk down on him. Her tight heat around his hard member felt like heaven, shaking as he did his best not to move, even though all he wanted was to thirst up into her until she was calling his name. He took in his breath deep and slow, a few growls and churrs mixing together as they came out despite his control. He glanced back at Raph, seeing his pupils blown as black as his own, seeing he was just as needy as he was. The loud moan that came from him as she started to move shook the bed, thrusting up slightly to try and match her gruesome pace as he wanted to make sure she got what she wanted. “T-Take it all Mistress… I-I will hold back as long as you n-need until you have gotten the pleasure you want” Leo said shakily, a breathy churr coming from him when he felt her walls clamp down around him.
I held on for dear life once Donnie took over the pace, doing my best to ride him at the speed he was thrusting, angling a little bit more so he could go as deep as possible with each thrust. I could tell that his animal instincts had completely taken over, hearing the raw possessive way he said mine just sent more shivers throughout my whole body, crying out once he slammed his entire length inside of me as I buried my face into his neck. “Y-Yours… always yours, my g-genius…” I moaned out, riding him faster as I knew I would last much longer. Once he had came, I felt my orgasm rip through my body, screaming out his name in ecstasy as I came undone around him, doing my best to kiss him in return once his lips had swallowed my cries as I slowly rode him as I came down from my high, only pushing back once I felt I needed air. “I-I’m yours, Donatello… f-for as long as y-you want me” I said shakily, panting as I did my best to catch my breath as I stared into his eyes lovingly. @dragonfairy26
Ginger was so close to her orgasm release that her tail released its grip on Leo's hands. She growled and purred. Seeing in his eyes that his patience was close to snapping. The exquisite torture of her body clamping down around him just so she could take all the pleasure she wanted—that made her let out a low, wicked laugh.
"Hold back for me?" Ginger purred, her voice dripping with sweet, dangerous amusement. She leaned down, her warm breath brushing over the sensitive skin of his neck as her tail coiled tightly around his thighs, locking his hips in place so he couldn't escape her friction. "Oh, my sweet, obedient leader... you think you still have a choice." She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze locking with Raph's. Seeing Raph's pupils blown completely black, radiating the exact same desperate, heavy need as Leo's, only stoked the fire in her veins. She reached back, her claws lightly scraping over Raph's shoulder to draw him even closer, anchoring herself against his solid chest."He wants to play the martyr. He thinks he can control himself when we're both taking what we want from him."
Looking back down at Leo, she gave a slow, mercilessly tight roll of her hips, deliberately squeezing him with an agonizingly possessive grip. She watched his face, waiting for the exact moment his breath hitched, before she began to move in earnest—a ruthless, grinding rhythm designed to shatter whatever fragile restraint he had left.
"I don't want you to hold back, Leo," she murmured, leaning down to press a bruising, demanding kiss to his jaw, her fangs lightly grazing his skin. "I want you to come with me."
The sensation of her coming undone around him—her body gripping him in tight, rhythmic waves of pure ecstasy as she screamed his name—was almost too much for Donnie's overstimulated mind to process. He anchored himself to her, his large hands splaying flat against her back, holding her as close as physically possible. He swallowed her cries with a deep, bruising kiss, losing himself entirely in the sweet, breathless chaos of her high.
As she slowly rode out the remaining tremors of her climax and pulled back to catch her breath, Donnie let out a long, ragged exhale. His chest heaved, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his plastron as he looked up at her.
Hearing his full name leave her lips in that shaky, beautiful whisper—“I’m yours, Donatello… for as long as you want me”—struck a chord deep in his chest. The sheer, unscientific magnitude of his feelings for her felt impossible to calculate.
"Always," Donnie rasped, his voice still thick and rough from the afterglow.
He reached up, his long, green fingers gently cupping her flushed cheek. His thumb stroked over her cheekbone with infinite tenderness, his dark eyes wide and completely soft with adoration as he stared back into her eyes. The brilliant, sharp-tongued genius was completely gone, replaced by a male who was utterly, hopelessly devoted to the woman resting on his chest.
"You don't get to say things like that to a scientist, Ashley," he murmured, a faint, breathless smile finally tugging at the corners of his mouth as he pulled her back down to rest against him. "Because 'as long as I want you' is an infinite variable. It doesn't have an expiration date. You're stuck with me."
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead, wrapping his strong arms securely around her waist to hold her tight, content to just lie there and listen to the synchronizing beat of their hearts.
Meanwhile, in the dojo. Master's splinter stares at Michelangelo, the only son in the dojo, ready for training for once. Three of his sons are late. When he finally opens his eyes, his voice is quiet, calm, and incredibly sharp. He wouldn't yell; Splinter knows that quiet disappointment cuts far deeper than anger. "Mikey, where are your brothers?"
Mikey froze, his orange-masked head pulling slightly into his shell as the heavy, quiet weight of Splinter’s voice washed over him. He swallowed hard, his eyes darting frantically around the empty dojo as if his brothers might suddenly materialize from the shadows to save him.
But as the realization fully sank in—that he, Michelangelo, was actually the only one standing on the tatami mats on time for once—his nervous panic instantly morphed into pure, unadulterated opportunity.
He cleared his throat, puffing his chest out and standing up as straight as physically possible. He clasped his hands behind his back, trying to channel his best, most honorable "Leonardo" impression, though a massive, smug grin completely ruined the effect.
"You know, Sensei..." Mikey began, his voice dripping with dramatic, exaggerated solemnity. He shook his head, sighing deeply as if carrying the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. "I ask myself that very same question. Every. Single. Day. Where is the discipline? Where is the respect for the ancient arts?"
He took a step forward, bringing one hand to his chest in a theatrical gesture of deep, tragic disappointment.
"I tried to warn them, Master Splinter. I really did! I stood outside their doors and cried, 'Brothers! The dojo awaits! Our master's wisdom beckons!' But alas... my pleas fell on deaf ears. Donnie is probably still whispering sweet nothings to his motherboard, Leo is probably doing extra, ultra-nerdy kata in his room, and Raph... well, Raph was making a scary growling noise when I knocked, so I valued my life and walked away."
Dropping the serious act, Mikey slid a few inches closer, leaning in with a conspiratorial, hopeful grin lighting up his face.
"But hey! Look on the bright side, pop! You've got me! Your most punctual, dedicated, and clearly favorite student," he purred, giving Splinter a playful nudge with his shoulder. "Soooo... since I'm carrying the team today, does this mean I get to skip the flip-drills? Or, better yet, can we officially declare tonight 'Mikey Chooses the Pizza Toppings' night? I think a double-anchovy-marshmallow pie would really cleanse our spiritual palates."
Leo’s eyes widened slightly in surprise when he felt her tail loosen its grip around his wrists, however he kept his arms where they were and didn’t move them as he wanted to show he could listen. He let out a loud churr that turned into a low growl as she gave a slow tight roll of her hips, feeling her tail wrap tightly around his thigh as he listened to her words. When she said that she wanted him to not hold back, that was when he finally snapped, a deeper growl coming from him. “If that is what my Mistress wants… then I will gladly give it to you” Leo said huskily, now thrusting upwards harder with each roll of her hips, watching carefully to see when she would come undone as the pure heaven of her body was bringing him closer and closer to his own release, seeing that Raph was just as close as well.
Raph was practically rutting against her from behind, chasing his own orgasm as he felt her pull him to her even closer as they moved together. “We both wanna see ya cum… come on darlin, show ‘im what heaven feels like” Raph growled out, one of his hands sneaking down to play with her sensitive nub as she rode Leo like crazy, wanting to see her come undone in the worse way.
I shivered slightly as I came down from my high, catching my breath as I heard him say always, my heart leaping as I had always hoped to hear that from him. There was a small voice inside my head trying to warn me otherwise, however I shut that voice off for now and focused on Donnie, leaning into his hand when he gently cupped my cheek as we laid joined together, smiling when he kissed my forehead. “I don’t see it as being stuck with you, I see it as being lucky to be loved by you, my genius” I smiled at him, giving him a soft kiss before moving to grab the blanket and pull it more around us, nuzzling against him as he held me in his arms. I sighed in content, feeling myself start to doze off slightly as I was so comfortable, only my eyes to snap open as I thought about the time. “Quick question love… even though Leo didn’t come and get you for training, is it possible that your father might get suspicious and come looking for you? As much as I love this and everything we just did, I hope I’m not getting you into trouble” I said a bit worriedly, knowing how embarrassing it would be if Splinter walked into Donnie’s room right now. @dragonfairy26
A violent shudder ripped through Ginger’s entire body. Her golden eyes went wide, her pupils dilating into thin, frantic slits as her mind fractured under the sheer sensory overload. A high, desperate cry tore from her throat, her fangs baring as her head fell back heavily against Raph’s broad shoulder. Her claws dug mercilessly into the tough skin of Leo’s shoulders, desperately seeking an anchor as the first seismic wave of her climax crashed over her.
Her internal walls clamped down around Leo’s rigid length with a crushing, rhythmic desperation, milked completely by his hard, relentless upward thrusts. Her tail, still wrapped tightly around his thigh, squeezed in perfect, bruising tandem with her orgasm, locking him impossibly deep inside her. At the same exact time, she arched her spine, tilting her pelvis directly into the torturous, driving friction of Raph’s hand, riding his fingers just as wildly as she rode Leo.
"L-Leo... Raph...!" she choked out, her voice a wrecked, shivering gasp of pure ecstasy as she shattered completely between them. She was entirely undone, spilling over for the two males, her body convulsing in tight, helpless ripples that practically begged them both to follow her over the cliff.
Donnie had been in a state of absolute, blissful sensory deprivation, completely content to just hold her warm body against his chest and breathe in the scent of her hair. But the moment her eyes snapped open and she asked that highly logical, terrifyingly realistic question, Donnie’s entire posture went rigid.He blinked, his dark eyes widening as he stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom, his internal processor rapidly running the numbers.
"I..." Donnie started, his voice still a bit husky and rough, though a sudden spike of nervous adrenaline was already clearing the fog from his mind. He cleared his throat, tightening his grip on the blanket to keep her tucked securely against his plastron. "Well, statistically speaking, the probability of Sensei initiating a search grid for his missing sons during designated dojo hours is... highly elevated. Especially if Leonardo also failed to show up."
He looked down at her, his expression a mix of soft, doting adoration and mild, comical panic. He reached up, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her warm cheek.
"But you could never get me into trouble, Ashley," he murmured, his voice dropping into a tender, reassuring tone as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. "If anything, I am a willing participant in our... scheduling conflicts."
With a soft groan, Donnie leaned over slightly, reaching one long arm out from under the blanket to tap a button on the small, customized tablet resting on his bedside table. The screen flickered to life, displaying a grid of security feeds.
"And because I am nothing if not a genius who plans for every worst-case scenario," he purred, a smug, faint smirk returning to his face, "I have motion sensors calibrated to Master Splinter's specific weight and gait signature at the edge of the residential hall. If he so much as steps past the kitchen, my tablet will give a silent, three-pulse vibration. We would have exactly forty-seven seconds to look entirely respectable."
He set the tablet back down and pulled her right back against his chest, wrapping his arms securely around her waist and letting out a soft sigh.
"Though, admittedly... if he actually did walk in on us like this, my heart rate would spike past 220 BPM and I would probably physically dissolve into the concrete out of sheer mortification," he chuckled, nuzzling his face softly into the crook of her neck. "So, as much as I want to stay right here under this blanket with you forever... we should probably slowly think about getting dressed. Just to keep my blood pressure at a safe level."
˚ ˚̣̣ ᵕ̣̣̣̣̣̣ ❀ ᰷ ⎯⎯͟͟ (raph’s your boyfriend) you two argued and now he’s trying to apologise and fix it
tags:: #bay!raphael #headcanons #raphxreader
he is absolutely terrible at apologizing with words.
raph is the kind of man who spends hours replaying the argument in his head, getting more frustrated with himself because he knows he crossed a line, but every apology he comes up with sounds weak or awkward.
his pride fights him every step of the way. after enough time passes, though, the guilt starts weighing on him much more than his ego ever could.
eventually he’ll show up wherever you are, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, looking anywhere except directly at you.
after a painfully long silence he’d mutter something like, “i… shouldn’t’ve said that.”
it’s short, rough, and nowhere near poetic, but for raphael, admitting he was wrong is one of the hardest things he can do.
if he says it, he genuinely means it.
he always tries fixing things through actions before words.
if you haven’t been eating much because of the fight, somehow your favorite food mysteriously appears beside you; if something around your apartment needed fixing, you’ll suddenly notice it’s been repaired overnight; if it’s cold outside, he’ll leave a hoodie for you without saying anything.
he isn’t trying to buy your forgiveness—he simply doesn’t always know how to express affection verbally after conflict.
taking care of you has always been the language that comes most naturally to him, even when he’s still struggling to look you in the eye.
if you ignore him after the argument, it genuinely hurts him more than he’ll ever admit.
raphael can handle yelling, insults, even someone throwing a punch at him, but silence? that’s torture.
every unanswered text or every time you quietly walk past him makes him feel like he’s losing you, and that fear slowly chips away at all that stubbornness.
eventually he’ll crack, following you around until you finally acknowledge him. “come on… don’t do this. yell at me if you want. just… don’t act like i ain’t here.”
beneath all that muscle and attitude is someone who’s terrified of being abandoned by the people he loves.
once you finally agree to talk, he doesn’t interrupt you.
that’s probably one of the biggest signs he’s taking the conversation seriously.
normally raph jumps into every discussion with his own opinion before anyone finishes speaking, but when he knows he’s the one who messed up, he’ll force himself to stay quiet.
you’ll notice him clenching and unclenching his fists while you explain how he made you feel, jaw tight because hearing that he hurt you genuinely makes him sick to his stomach.
he might look defensive at first, but he’s listening to every single word, and later you’ll realize he remembered all of it.
physical affection becomes incredibly important to him after an argument, though he’ll wait for your permission before trying anything.
once he feels you’re no longer pushing him away, he’ll cautiously reach for your hand first, almost like he’s testing whether you’ll pull away.
if you don’t, his shoulders visibly relax. after that he’ll wrap both arms around you and hold you tighter than usual, resting his forehead against yours without saying much.
raph isn’t always good at explaining what’s in his heart, but that hug says everything: that he missed you, that he was scared, and that he doesn’t want another day spent apart over a stupid fight.
if he realizes the argument came from one of his own insecurities, he’ll reluctantly admit it. raphael hates looking vulnerable, especially because he’s spent so much of his life feeling like people see him as nothing more than a monster.
if jealousy, protectiveness, or fear of losing you caused him to lash out, he’ll eventually confess it in a quiet voice. “i got scared, alright? i ain’t proud of it.”
hearing something like that from him is incredibly rare, because it means he’s letting down walls that almost nobody else ever gets past. he’d rather expose that fear to you than let it keep damaging the relationship.
after the apology, he makes a genuine effort to change instead of pretending the argument never happened.
raph isn’t perfect, and he’ll probably lose his temper again someday because that’s simply part of who he is, but if he promised he’d work on something, he’ll actually try.
maybe he’ll stop himself before shouting, maybe he’ll take a walk to cool off instead of saying something cruel, maybe he’ll ask what you’re feeling before assuming the worst. every improvement is small, but it’s real.
raph believes love isn’t proven by saying “i’m sorry” once —it’s proven by making sure he gives you fewer reasons to hear those words again.
Donnie is hunched over Raph’s bike, trying to sync a stolen Foot Clan frequency into their HUDs. Leo is obsessively checking the perimeter, feeling the "turf" getting too hot. Mikey is trying to spray-paint a "Turtle Power" logo on a fresh leather vest. Suddenly, Casey Jones rips into the garage on his beat-up cafe racer, bleeding from a shoulder wound. He reveals that a shipment of "Green Mutagen" (illegal high-octane fuel or a literal bio-hazard) is being moved across the Manhattan Bridge by the Foot Clan’s "Cyber-Sled" unit.
Raph had been on edge lately, knowing that things were heating up with the Foot Clan and was just waiting for a reason to jump into a fight. He looked up when Casey came racing into the garage, seeing he was hurt. He listened when Casey told them about the shipment, growling and banging his fist against the wall. “Damn it Leo, we need ta do somethin about this! We can’t just sit idly by and let this shipment go through. I say we crash it before it even goes out and send a message” Raph said gruffly, glancing between his other two brothers to see if they agreed with him.
Any remaining data, calculations, or logical thought processes completely evaporated from Donnie’s mind the exact millisecond her lips met his. A low, ragged growl ripped from his throat, a sharp contrast to his usual calculated demeanor, as he melted entirely into the deep, agonizingly slow rhythm of her kiss. The sheer friction of her body against his when she locked her legs around his waist sent his internal temperature spiking well past safe operational parameters, but he had absolutely no intention of cooling down.
His fingers tangled deep into her hair, holding her head gently but firmly as his large palms slid down to grip her hips, anchoring her securely beneath him. He drank her in, pouring every ounce of his silent, intense devotion into the kiss until they were both completely out of air.
Breaking the contact with a soft, teasing nip to her lower lip, he rested his forehead against hers, a breathless, heavy smirk pulling at his beak. "Wasting time is a severe violation of my personal protocols, love," he rasped, his voice incredibly deep, gravelly, and thick with a dark, possessive heat. He trailed a line of slow, pressing kisses along her jawline, deliberately lingering over the sensitive pulse point on her neck until he felt her heart fluttering. He chuckled, a dark, vibrating sound against her skin. "Look at that. Your heart rate is skyrocketing. It seems my presence is causing a massive systemic anomaly in you, too."
Shifting his hips just enough to make her gasp, his arms tightened around her, completely enveloping her in his massive frame as if she were the only constant in his entire universe. "Leo and Raph can have the rest of the world," he murmured, his dark eyes blown out with raw adoration as he looked down at her flushed face. "Right here, right now, you are the only assignment that matters to me. And if you think I'm letting you out of this bed before we thoroughly utilize every single second of this privacy... you highly underestimate my efficiency. Let's see how high we can get those numbers to go."
A ragged, breathless gasp escaped Ginger's lips as Raph's heavy palms massaged her breasts, his thumbs bringing a sharp, electric jolt of pleasure straight to her core. The sensation made her hips roll in a tight, heavy circle, and she felt a hot, victorious thrill shoot straight down her spine the exact moment Leo’s hips involuntarily rolled up to meet her. His control wasn't just starting to break—it was completely gone.
She let out a dark, mocking laugh right against Leo's jaw, her tail giving an extra, possessive squeeze around his pinned wrists. "Meditation? Is that what you call this, Fearless?" she whispered, her voice a sultry, dripping purr as she ground heavily against his hardening length, completely shattering any remaining illusion of his restraint. "Because from where I'm sitting, your little zen routine is failing you miserably."
Leaning all her weight down onto his chest, she pressed their lips so close they were practically brushing, before cutting her molten amber eyes up to Raph over her shoulder with a brilliant, gold-flared smirk. "He really is a pain, isn't he? He thinks he's still in control." Locking her gaze back onto Leo's strained, desperate face, her smile turned wicked. "Raph's right, Leo. The teasing is over. Your meditation can't save you now. Stop fighting it and take what you want. Tell me you want to feel me, or I'll just let Raph have me right here while you watch." @fyreball66
I kissed him slow and deep, slightly moaning at the sound of the deep growl I heard from as we kissed. I shivered slightly as I felt his hands move down along my body, instantly wrapping my arms around him once he had let my hands go in order to keep him as close as possible. I was panting by the time he pulled back, smirking slightly when I felt him bite my bottom lip lightly, looking deeply into his eyes when he pressed his forehead against my own. “A violation, hm? So I suppose that means I’m in trouble… guess I will just have to receive my punishment” I smirked, feeling my heart race a bit more as I felt his kisses along my jawline, gasping a bit when I felt them against my pulse point and felt his hips shift just enough to cause some teasing friction against me. I nuzzled against him as I heard him speak, loving him even more as I heard what he said. “You’re right about that, neither of us are going anywhere, you are the only one that gets me feeling like this… and speaking of things going up, I believe I already feel something that is up already” I smirked, rolling my hips more to show him how much I wanted him. “Please my alpha… I need you right now” I said, pouting playfully as I waited to see if he liked the new nickname I gave him.
Leo looked up at her with a heated gaze, thrusting up a bit more the longer she ground against him, feeling himself getting harder with every roll of her hips. “T-That’s what I did during mating season… however right now, you are correct, it isn’t helping much at the moment. The only thing I want is to bury my cock so deep in you, you see stars” Leo growled out, his resolve completely dissolving the more she ground herself against him. He looked over and saw the smirk on his brother’s face, letting out a deep growl. “Not ONE word, hothead, I’m sure she was in control earlier when you two were going at it” Leo snarled out, trying to move so he could switch position and take her like he wanted too.
Raph couldn’t help the cocky smirk that was on his face as he continued to tease Ginger, letting out a deep churr before kissing and nipping along her neck to keep her riled up. “He ‘as always been a big pain in ma ass… ya keep going darlin… he is clearly starting to crack further. I’m ’avin lots of fun teasin ya, but I’m goin ta let go now and watch tha show. Jus let me know if ya want me ta step in” Raph smirked, giving Leo a small wink at his words before kissing Ginger deeply and than leaning back to see what she would do next, lazily stroking himself as he watched. @dragonfairy26
A low, victorious growl vibrated deep in Ginger's throat as Leo finally snapped, his feral threats of burying himself deep enough to make her see stars sending a rush of liquid fire straight to her core. Her fangs bared in a wicked, breathless smile, her tail remaining an unyielding band of iron over his wrists to shut down his attempt to switch positions. "I told you, Leo. I'm in charge here. You don't get to move until I say so. I can outsmart you, remember?"
To drive the point home, she leaned down, pressing her front entirely against his plastron while she dragged the flat of her tongue in a long, slow, agonizingly wet stroke up the tense line of his neck. She caught the sharp, shuddering intake of his breath right against her tongue, lingering right over his pulsing artery to let him feel the full force of her draconic heat.
Feeling the heavy, rhythmic friction of Raph settling in right against her backside, she let out a breathless, mocking laugh. She shifted her weight, grinding heavily against Raph’s front while keeping Leo thoroughly pinned under her thighs. She glanced over her shoulder, her gold-flared eyes locking onto Raph's cocky smirk. "Hear that, Raph? He wants to make me see stars. Why don't you hold onto my hips from behind and help me show the Fearless Leader what a real storm feels like? Don't just sit there and watch... help me break him." Feel his Cock press against her now dripping wet cunt.
A deep, rumbling churr tore from Donnie's chest when she leaned down and whispered that new nickname against his skin. The sheer audacity of it, combined with the slow, agonizing roll of her hips, completely broke whatever restraint he had left. His entire frame shuddered as she pouted down at him, her body completely trapping his lower half. Beneath her, his heavy erection throbbed violently, poking rigid, hot, and unyielding right against her smooth belly with a needy, involuntary tilt of his hips.
"A-Alpha...?" he rasped, his voice cracking slightly as a dark green flush crept all the way up his neck. His fingers fisted tightly into the sheets on either side of her legs, trying to anchor himself. "Ashley, the sociobiological classification of an 'alpha' is... highly inaccurate for a test-tube mutation, not to mention a bit too... aggressively primitive for my personal tastes. It implies a blunt force I don't possess."
He swallowed hard, his dark eyes burning with raw devotion as he reached up, his large hands shaking as he cupped her face to pull her down for a brief, bruising kiss. "Let's stick to something a bit more exclusive," he murmured against her lips, his breath hitching as he shifted beneath her to make sure she felt every single bit of his length pressing against her abdomen. "I'd much rather be your genius... your architect... Your Daddy. Let me be the mastermind who knows exactly how to map out your pleasure. You don't need to ask nicely. You already have me completely at your mercy. Now hold onto me... because the operator is ready to get to work." He lifts her up and slides you on to his cock. Moving deadly slow and hard. @fyreball66
Leo let out a small low growl at her words, not liking being able to move to do as he pleased, but knew he would have to yield in order to get the release he wanted. He couldn’t help the shudder that came out as he felt her tongue along the side of his neck, letting out a deep churr when she went over his pulse point. “F-Fine… I’m yours to command, Mistress, please ride me” Leo growled out, his heated gaze looking over to Raph as he heard what she said, waiting to see what he would do.
Raph had moved back to let her take control, however he had no problem helping if that was what she wanted. He moved back to place himself behind her, letting out a deep growl when she leaned back enough to grind herself against him at the same time she was grinding on Leo. “Sounds good ta me… howeva I think you should give him a little bit, he ‘as been behavin a bit betta. Go ahead, doll, show ‘im what it feels like ta ‘ave tha storm ride ‘im” Raph smirked, grinding himself a bit more against her so she would grind more against Leo.
As I waited for Donnie’s answer, I had rolled so I was on top of him, having completely discard any clothing I had on earlier so that I was completely bare and waiting for him. I smiled slightly when I heard the deep churr that came from him when I called him alpha, figuring maybe he liked being called that as I leaned down to gently nip his bottom lip. I stopped however when I heard what he said, sighing slightly as I knew what he meant, but I figured he misunderstood how I saw him when I called him that. I leaned against his touch when he cupped my face, kissing him in return once he had kissed me. “Alright, my genius, I understand… I just hope you know that to me, you are my alpha, and I mean that I am yours, and yours alone, always” I said, kissing him softly before leaning back up, reading for him to claim me as he wished. I moved as he lifted me up, letting out a sharp cry of pleasure once he lowered me down on his hard cock, my hands gripping the back of his shell tightly as I did my best to adjust to him as I sunk down on him, riding on him just as slow and hard and staring right into his eyes. @dragonfairy26
A deep, ragged groan ripped from the very bottom of Donnie’s chest as she sank completely onto him, his large hands anchoring tightly to her hips to control the agonizingly slow, bruising depth of the friction. Hearing her call him her genius—and hearing her promise that she was his and his alone—sent a wave of possessive, overwhelming heat straight through his system.
He didn't break eye contact for even a fraction of a second, his dark eyes blown out, completely dark with a dazed, raw adoration as he watched her chest heave. "Mine..." he rasped, his voice incredibly deep, gravelly, and thick with desire as he tilted his hips up to meet her next downward slide, burying himself as deeply as physically possible. "God, Ashley... say it again. Let me hear it. Tell me exactly who you belong to while I take care of you like this." His thumbs pressed firmly into her hip bones, guiding her into a relentless, heavy pace that made his plastron shudder against her front with every single stroke.
A dark, deeply satisfied purr rumbled through Ginger’s chest as she heard the breathless, shattered surrender slip from the leader's lips. Mistress. The title sent a wicked thrill straight down her spine, her gold-flared eyes darkening with pure triumph as she looked down at Leo's flushed, desperate face.
"Good boy," she whispered, her voice dripping with a sultry, slow heat. Her fangs bared in a wicked, breathless smile, her tail remaining an unyielding band of iron over his wrists to shut down any thought he had of switching positions. "I told you, Leo. I'm in charge here. You don't get to move until I say so." To soften the blow of her absolute control, she leaned down and pressed a sweet, deliberately mocking kiss right to the tip of Leo’s nose.
She didn't drop down all at once; instead, she deliberately took her time, lowering her dripping wet center onto his rigid length millimeter by agonizing millimeter, savoring the sharp, choked gasp that tore from his throat. As she began a painfully slow, rolling friction against Leo, she leaned her back firmly into Raph’s front.
Feeling the heavy, rhythmic friction of Raph settling in right against her backside, she let out a breathless laugh. She shifted her weight, grinding heavily against Raph’s front while keeping Leo thoroughly pinned under her thighs, making the double friction entirely torturous for both of them. She glanced over her shoulder, her gold-flared eyes locking onto Raph's cocky smirk. "Hear that, Raph? He wants to take the storm. Why don't you hold onto my hips from behind and help me show the Fearless Leader what a real storm feels like? Don't just sit there and watch... help me break him." @fyreball66
My eyes rolled back slightly as I finished sinking down on him, bottoming out and feeling completely full as I felt his hands on my hips. I kept staring into his eyes as I panted from the feeling of him, seeing how dark and possessive his had gotten sent a fresh wave of electricity through my body, smirking slightly when I heard him say mine. I nodded to affirm what he said, gasping slightly as he hit a good spot as he moved to match how I was moving on him, hearing his command of what he wanted me to say. “Y-You… I belong to you, Donatello… a-always yours, my genius… only you m-make me feel this way” I moaned out, clenching around him tightly as I moved slightly faster as I felt his hands guide me, crying out when he hit that perfect spot. “Right there, my genius! I’m gonna ride you until you fill me up completely” I moaned out, my nails scratching the top part of his shell as I hung onto him.
Leo smirked slightly as he noticed the flicker of heat in Ginger’s eyes, seeing she liked the nickname he had just used for her. “Yes, Mistress… I-I understand” Leo said through strained teeth, doing all he could to be good and not thrust until she told him too. Hearing her call him a good boy sent shivers throughout his body, hating she was right and that even if he wouldn’t admit it out loud, he definitely had a praise kink. He moaned and growled lowly as she lowered herself slowly onto him, doing his best to hold back and wait until she had bottomed out, letting out a choked sharp gasp as she felt so good on his hardened length.
Raph was enjoying how she was torturing Leo, happy that it wasn’t him, and knew what his brother would do if he was in control. He let out a deep growl as Ginger’s backside continued to grind against him, getting to where he wanted to just take her himself, however he grinned wickedly at her idea. “I can do that… I’m goin ta position ya perfectly so you can ride him and me at tha same time” Raph growled out, his hard cock rubbing against her backside as he waited for her signal to start. @dragonfairy26
A loud, rattling churr tore from Donnie’s chest the exact moment her fingernails dragged sharply across the sensitive surface of his upper shell. The physical sensation sent an electric shock wave straight down his spine, causing his entire frame to shudder violently beneath her. His tight, slick walls clenching fiercely around him with every hard stroke was driving him right to the edge of insanity.
A deep, territorial growl vibrated heavily through his plastron as his large hands clamped down on her waist, his thumbs pressing firmly into her hip bones to anchor her. He stopped letting her dictate the depth. Tilting his pelvis upward with a sudden, powerful surge of energy, he bucked hard against her downward slide, burying his thick length into her until he bottomed out completely.
His throat clicked, releasing a sequence of needy, breathless churrs as he lifted his upper body off the bed to meet her halfway, his hands sliding down to tightly squeeze her thighs to maximize the torturous friction. "God, Ash... yes," he growled against her lips, his breath hot and frantic before he nipped hungrily at her bottom lip. "Ride me. Take all of it. You want your genius to fill you up completely? I'm going to stretch you out so perfectly you won't be able to walk straight. Don't look away from me, Ash. Watch exactly how much you belong to me."
A low, vibrating rumble started deep in Ginger's chest—a purely animalistic, draconic sound that rattled with dominant satisfaction. Hearing Leo's broken confession of submission, her pupils dilated until her molten amber eyes were almost entirely swallowed by black, predatory slits. Her long, heavy tail gave a sharp, whipping snap where it remained tightly bound around Leo’s pinned wrists, yanking his arms taut against the headboard to remind him of his absolute confinement.
Without a single spoken word, her red scales flared up fiercely along her spine, glowing a deep, dangerous crimson as her inner heat spiked. She arched her back into Raph’s massive chest, accepting his touch with an aggressive, possessive nudge of her shoulder against his jaw. Reaching back blindly, she didn't just give him a signal; she reached down and wrapped her clawed fingers tightly around the thick meat of Raph’s thigh, digging her sharp nails into his skin to anchor him right against her backside.
Snaring Leo's gaze with her wild, unblinking eyes, she bared her fangs in a silent, predatory grin. She didn't offer a gentle transition. Grasping Raph to force his momentum forward, Ginger dropped her weight down with a sudden, relentless thrust, sinking completely onto Leo's hardened length while slamming her backside flush against Raph's throbbing front. Her hips instantly locked into a heavy, grinding, agonizingly deep circle—brutally sandwiching her dripping wet center between both brothers, utilizing Raph's brute strength to anchor the pace and forcing the full weight of her draconic storm down onto the trembling leader beneath her.
I smirked slightly as I felt his whole body shudder beneath my scratches, knowing I was doing something he liked, I kept doing it the best I could even as I moved on him. I couldn’t help shivering myself as I heard the territorial growl that came from him, gasping and calling out his name breathlessly as he suddenly thrusted hard and completely bottomed out, feeling his hands hold onto my hips so tightly that I was pretty sure there would be bruises. I sped up when I heard what he said, looking straight into his eyes as he told me too as I rode him. “G-Gonna take it all… you feel s-so good… r-ruined me in the best way f-for anyone else… aah! Fuck I don’t want anyone else, only you… oh give me a baby, my genius… oh fuck, I’m so close…” I moaned out, riding him faster with every word as I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, moving my hair to the side so he could mark me if he wanted too.
Leo could feel a dull ache in his wrists as she snapped her tail and kept his arms above his head, letting out a out a deep territorial churr as she thrust down on him, doing his best not to move and let her have control this time. He looked back into her eyes with dilated pupils of his own, his animal instincts completely taking over as she grabbed Raph’s thigh and anchored him against her backside.
Raph let out a sharp growl as she grabbed his thigh, feeling her claws cut through his skin slightly, but not caring about the pain as she had him pinned down along with his brother. All he wanted her to do was move, his hands snaking around to her front to play with her breast, flicking her nipples every so often as he nuzzled into her neck, leaving little nips and kisses, abusing her sweet spot once he found it.
The desperate, shattered submission slipping from Leo’s lips was a shot of pure, unadulterated adrenaline straight to Ginger’s core. Mistress. The word vibrated against her skin, sending a wicked, delicious shiver down her spine. Her gold-flared eyes darkened, blown out with absolute triumph as she looked down at the fierce, unyielding leader completely broken beneath her.
"Good boy," she purred, her voice dropping into a sultry, smoke-thick rasp that brushed directly against his ear.
She had no intention of easing his torment. Instead, hearing him beg for release only made her want to stretch the agony out until he was seeing stars. Her fangs bared in a wicked, breathless smile as she kept her tail coiled like a band of living iron over his wrists, pinning his arms ruthlessly above his head. He wanted to switch positions? He wanted to take control? Not a chance. She was the storm, and he was going to weather it exactly how she dictated.
Leaning down, she deliberately dragged the tip of her tongue in a slow, searing line from his collarbone up to his pulse point, letting him feel the intense, draconic heat radiating from her body. She caught the ragged, stuttering gasp that caught in his throat, anchoring her hips heavily against him. Millimeter by agonizing millimeter, she sank fully onto his rigid length, rolling her hips in a slow, agonizingly deep circle that forced another choked growl from his chest.
Feeling the heavy, demanding pressure of Raph settling in tight against her backside only added fuel to the fire. Raph's hands were already anchoring her hips, his own rough, cocky growl vibrating through her spine. She let out a dark, breathless laugh, her head tilting back as she caught Raph’s gaze over her shoulder.
"Hear that, Raph? Our fearless leader is completely at my mercy," Ginger whispered, a dangerous, golden heat flaring in her eyes. "He’s right on the edge." Without waiting for an answer, Ginger locked her eyes back onto Leo's strained, desperate face. She could feel how close he was, the violent, needy throbbing of his body beneath hers signaling that his control was entirely gone. She gave a sharp, possessive flick of her tail, tightening her hold on his wrists as she began a fast, mercilessly tight rhythm, grinding down on him with a fierce, demanding friction.
"Look at me, Leo," she commanded, her breathing turning shallow and ragged as the pleasure spiked through her own system. She leaned all her weight onto his plastron, her lips practically brushing his as she rode him toward the edge. "Take it. Melt for me, Leo. Let me feel exactly how much you belong to your Mistress."
The moment she called him her genius—the absolute, unwavering certainty in her voice as she promised she was his and his alone—any remaining semblance of Donnie’s calculated restraint snapped entirely. His logic centers locked up, overridden by a surge of raw, possessive heat that sent his internal temperature spiking completely off the charts.
As she gripped his shell and rode him with that agonizingly slow, deep rhythm, Donnie’s large hands clamped down on her hips like a vice. His thumbs dug firmly into her hip bones, his knuckles white as he took complete control of the pace, no longer able to let her dictate the friction.
"M-Mine..." he rasped, the word tearing from his throat, incredibly deep, gravelly, and entirely stripped of his usual composure. His dark eyes were completely blown out, black with a dazed, frantic adoration as he stared up at her flushed face. "God, Ashley... say it again. Tell me you're mine while I break like this..."
He didn't wait for her to speak. The violent, needy throbbing at his core reached a critical point, a systemic failure of his defenses that he couldn't calculate his way out of. With a low, territorial churr rumbling violently in his chest, Donnie suddenly arched his hips upward with a sudden, devastatingly hard thrust, bottoming out entirely within her wet warmth.
A sharp, ragged groan ripped from the very depths of his lungs as the climax hit him like a physical blow. His whole massive frame shuddered beneath her, his muscles locking tight as he spilled himself inside her, thrusting helplessly, repeatedly up against her center to bury every single millimeter of his length as deeply as possible. He held her hips ruthlessly pinned against his front, capturing her cries of pleasure with a bruising, desperate kiss, completely ruined by her in the absolute best way.
Leo’s patience was strong but thin as he waited to see what her next move would be, desperate for release but wanting to prolong this amazing pleasure she was giving him as long as possible. “O-Only for you Mistress…” Leo said shakily, letting out a small hiss when he felt her tongue drag against his pulse point on his neck, shaking as he held himself back as she slowly sunk down on him. Her tight heat around his hard member felt like heaven, shaking as he did his best not to move, even though all he wanted was to thirst up into her until she was calling his name. He took in his breath deep and slow, a few growls and churrs mixing together as they came out despite his control. He glanced back at Raph, seeing his pupils blown as black as his own, seeing he was just as needy as he was. The loud moan that came from him as she started to move shook the bed, thrusting up slightly to try and match her gruesome pace as he wanted to make sure she got what she wanted. “T-Take it all Mistress… I-I will hold back as long as you n-need until you have gotten the pleasure you want” Leo said shakily, a breathy churr coming from him when he felt her walls clamp down around him.
I held on for dear life once Donnie took over the pace, doing my best to ride him at the speed he was thrusting, angling a little bit more so he could go as deep as possible with each thrust. I could tell that his animal instincts had completely taken over, hearing the raw possessive way he said mine just sent more shivers throughout my whole body, crying out once he slammed his entire length inside of me as I buried my face into his neck. “Y-Yours… always yours, my g-genius…” I moaned out, riding him faster as I knew I would last much longer. Once he had came, I felt my orgasm rip through my body, screaming out his name in ecstasy as I came undone around him, doing my best to kiss him in return once his lips had swallowed my cries as I slowly rode him as I came down from my high, only pushing back once I felt I needed air. “I-I’m yours, Donatello… f-for as long as y-you want me” I said shakily, panting as I did my best to catch my breath as I stared into his eyes lovingly. @dragonfairy26
Ginger was so close to her orgasm release that her tail released its grip on Leo's hands. She growled and purred. Seeing in his eyes that his patience was close to snapping. The exquisite torture of her body clamping down around him just so she could take all the pleasure she wanted—that made her let out a low, wicked laugh.
"Hold back for me?" Ginger purred, her voice dripping with sweet, dangerous amusement. She leaned down, her warm breath brushing over the sensitive skin of his neck as her tail coiled tightly around his thighs, locking his hips in place so he couldn't escape her friction. "Oh, my sweet, obedient leader... you think you still have a choice." She glanced over her shoulder, her gaze locking with Raph's. Seeing Raph's pupils blown completely black, radiating the exact same desperate, heavy need as Leo's, only stoked the fire in her veins. She reached back, her claws lightly scraping over Raph's shoulder to draw him even closer, anchoring herself against his solid chest."He wants to play the martyr. He thinks he can control himself when we're both taking what we want from him."
Looking back down at Leo, she gave a slow, mercilessly tight roll of her hips, deliberately squeezing him with an agonizingly possessive grip. She watched his face, waiting for the exact moment his breath hitched, before she began to move in earnest—a ruthless, grinding rhythm designed to shatter whatever fragile restraint he had left.
"I don't want you to hold back, Leo," she murmured, leaning down to press a bruising, demanding kiss to his jaw, her fangs lightly grazing his skin. "I want you to come with me."
The sensation of her coming undone around him—her body gripping him in tight, rhythmic waves of pure ecstasy as she screamed his name—was almost too much for Donnie's overstimulated mind to process. He anchored himself to her, his large hands splaying flat against her back, holding her as close as physically possible. He swallowed her cries with a deep, bruising kiss, losing himself entirely in the sweet, breathless chaos of her high.
As she slowly rode out the remaining tremors of her climax and pulled back to catch her breath, Donnie let out a long, ragged exhale. His chest heaved, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his plastron as he looked up at her.
Hearing his full name leave her lips in that shaky, beautiful whisper—“I’m yours, Donatello… for as long as you want me”—struck a chord deep in his chest. The sheer, unscientific magnitude of his feelings for her felt impossible to calculate.
"Always," Donnie rasped, his voice still thick and rough from the afterglow.
He reached up, his long, green fingers gently cupping her flushed cheek. His thumb stroked over her cheekbone with infinite tenderness, his dark eyes wide and completely soft with adoration as he stared back into her eyes. The brilliant, sharp-tongued genius was completely gone, replaced by a male who was utterly, hopelessly devoted to the woman resting on his chest.
"You don't get to say things like that to a scientist, Ashley," he murmured, a faint, breathless smile finally tugging at the corners of his mouth as he pulled her back down to rest against him. "Because 'as long as I want you' is an infinite variable. It doesn't have an expiration date. You're stuck with me."
He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her forehead, wrapping his strong arms securely around her waist to hold her tight, content to just lie there and listen to the synchronizing beat of their hearts.
Meanwhile, in the dojo. Master's splinter stares at Michelangelo, the only son in the dojo, ready for training for once. Three of his sons are late. When he finally opens his eyes, his voice is quiet, calm, and incredibly sharp. He wouldn't yell; Splinter knows that quiet disappointment cuts far deeper than anger. "Mikey, where are your brothers?"
Mikey froze, his orange-masked head pulling slightly into his shell as the heavy, quiet weight of Splinter’s voice washed over him. He swallowed hard, his eyes darting frantically around the empty dojo as if his brothers might suddenly materialize from the shadows to save him.
But as the realization fully sank in—that he, Michelangelo, was actually the only one standing on the tatami mats on time for once—his nervous panic instantly morphed into pure, unadulterated opportunity.
He cleared his throat, puffing his chest out and standing up as straight as physically possible. He clasped his hands behind his back, trying to channel his best, most honorable "Leonardo" impression, though a massive, smug grin completely ruined the effect.
"You know, Sensei..." Mikey began, his voice dripping with dramatic, exaggerated solemnity. He shook his head, sighing deeply as if carrying the weight of the entire world on his shoulders. "I ask myself that very same question. Every. Single. Day. Where is the discipline? Where is the respect for the ancient arts?"
He took a step forward, bringing one hand to his chest in a theatrical gesture of deep, tragic disappointment.
"I tried to warn them, Master Splinter. I really did! I stood outside their doors and cried, 'Brothers! The dojo awaits! Our master's wisdom beckons!' But alas... my pleas fell on deaf ears. Donnie is probably still whispering sweet nothings to his motherboard, Leo is probably doing extra, ultra-nerdy kata in his room, and Raph... well, Raph was making a scary growling noise when I knocked, so I valued my life and walked away."
Dropping the serious act, Mikey slid a few inches closer, leaning in with a conspiratorial, hopeful grin lighting up his face.
"But hey! Look on the bright side, pop! You've got me! Your most punctual, dedicated, and clearly favorite student," he purred, giving Splinter a playful nudge with his shoulder. "Soooo... since I'm carrying the team today, does this mean I get to skip the flip-drills? Or, better yet, can we officially declare tonight 'Mikey Chooses the Pizza Toppings' night? I think a double-anchovy-marshmallow pie would really cleanse our spiritual palates."
💌 not my favorite thing i’ve ever written, which is probably a given, considering how long it took— but hey. it’s some words on paper (tumblr) ❤️🩹 lots of scrambled words. may rewrite. enjoy beautiful ppl
requests are open! <3 getting to them slowly
tags: bayverse, request part 2, not a pre-established relationship, apologies previous anon, angst w/ comfort, distant reader (?), raph comforts you through a breakup
synopsis: raph hears the banter from you and your now ex-boyfriend over patrol one night. he comes to ease your mind a little, unexpectedly.
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It was late. One in the morning, maybe? Your hands had that throbbing kind of hurt in them again. They burned. They were tender. Sore. It was agonizing.
It was impossible to tell whether the ache in your chest was physical or emotional this time… all you knew was that your hands were tight– quite literally fists of rage– as you shoved your ex-boyfriend out of your apartment. Rain drenched his brittle, straw-like hair while you became utterly soaked with tears that were soon to stain your absolutely exasperated face.
Still, his screams surpassed the thunder; the rage in his eyes shining brighter than lightning, his anger everlasting.
“Oh, that was so long ago, get over it!”
“You think that changes anything?! You were with another girl! Another girl! You ignorant piece of shit—I can’t believe you!”
“Goddamn it, why don’t you take a second and think about how I felt? Seriously! You act like I committed some crime! I mean, from how I see it, you’re acting like it’s the end of the world because I got drunk once and kissed her–”
“You did more than just kiss her.” A hiss from your throat reverberated. “You know damn well.”
“Oh, come on. It was one mistake.”
“So you admit to it?! And you still, in your right mind, think that this relationship is gonna be okay?!”
“Fine! Jesus, yes! I did!” he yelled. “But if you weren’t so damn emotional, maybe I wouldn’t have been tempted! You’re always checking up on me, questioning everything I do! It’s getting old!”
“So now it’s my fault that you cheated?” you spat.
“Maybe if you weren’t always so controlling, none of this would have happened!” Oh. My. God.
“Get out.” You whispered. He was silent.
“Get. Out.”
His eyes—venomous—fixed on you. Almost violent with the way he stared. You didn’t like it. Others would question why he acted like this, but you knew. This was in this insolent little man’s nature.
And, shit, he couldn’t even pay for dinner because he was too “broke” from paying for another woman’s meal! Too busy taking an endless rotation of girls out on dates, too busy hooking up with coworkers, too busy scrambling for yet another new job after getting himself fired from the last one– whatever it was, he was far too busy for you.
And thank God for that.
Your now-ex boyfriend turned on his heel, muttering something vile under his breath, and stormed down the street without another word, leaving you shivering and alone on your apartment doorstep.
You felt the rain cascade down your shoulders. Cold. Soaking. Murky.
It’s your fault.
That’s what he thinks. That this entire relationship– the one you finally had the guts to end– he thought that his adulterous actions were your fault. Hah.
You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to go back in time and make sure you never even met him.
But you couldn’t. You couldn’t do any of that.
So, you stared. You stared until that man was gone. Hidden by the rain, locked away from you as long as you would never allow him to return.
But while your eyes peered into this man’s back, another pair watched from afar; a pair of eyes that was supposed to be out on patrol, but was much, much more interested in something else.
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The moment he was gone, the moment he turned around the block, every meticulous piece of a glass wall you had spent years methodically building, had shattered. Into a million pieces. It’s your fault, it’s your fault, it’s your fault– the floor felt unstable. Fuck, get inside, will you?
And so you did. You had never scrambled to close a door faster. Your breath hitched as your hands trembled, fumbling with the deadbolt before you locked it– once, twice, three times.
The click of each lock echoed in the suffocating silence of your apartment. You slid down against the wood, body giving out. You buried your face in your knees and finally let the sobs take over, racking your entire frame with the force of them.
Sobs turned into heaves. Heaves turned into dry coughing. Dry coughing turned into… retching. Great.
The nausea hits again, goddammit, and you clamp your hands over your mouth, but it doesn’t matter. Stupid crying. Stupid symptoms. Stupid anxiety. Stupid, God, all of it! You scrambled to your feet, lurching unsteadily toward the bathroom. Your stomach heaved. Nothing came up. This useless body of yours can’t do anything right, can it? Fuck. Just painful, dry retches that left your throat burning and your head pounding. You slumped against the cool porcelain of the toilet, your body shaking, trembling, so angry at yourself you want to destroy the walls, the sink, the whole goddamn room.
You forced yourself up, your legs feeling like jelly. You stumbled to the sink and splashed cold water on your face, the shock of it momentarily clearing your head. When you looked in the mirror, you didn't recognize the person staring back. Eyes swollen and bloodshot, face pale and blotchy. A stranger. Living in your skin.
This was rock bottom. It had to be. You dragged yourself out of the bathroom, leaving the light on. Your parents had told you to do that when you were little when you got stressed… whatever coping mechanisms work, work. You took a look around the place.
The apartment was a mess of discarded clothes and half-empty boxes of tissues. Most clothes were his; you were more than happy to trash them. Bottles of random drinks you’ve never heard of. Food he left out that he did not trash. A window he did not decide to shut.
“Stinks ‘n here,” you heard a voice mumble.
…that little shit left the window open.
Resting at the window was Raph; perched by your fire escape, his soaked red bandana clinging to his wet scales and skin like a magnet.
A sigh reverberated from your lungs. Your legs gave out once again, sinking down onto the floor, the purpose of your feet practically nonsensical by now.
“You heard all that?” You mumble. “What are you even doing here? You’re supposed to be on the other side of town this time of night.”
“S, uh, patrol got cancelled or somethin’. My end, at least… thank Leo for that.” He shrugged. “Heard the banter. Came to check it out.”
His facial expression was his typical pick-- you'd known him forever, that his angry face was his casual-- but there was nothing casual about it, this time. Raph’s upper face had somewhat contorted into the bottom; if he had eyebrows, they would have been flipped. Almost like he was concerned.
“Right,” you mumble. “You heard it all. So you can go. I’m fine.”
“Yeah, sure.” You swore you could hear a scoff come from his throat. Annoyed, your gaze lifted to meet his.
"Seriously think I'm leavin'? Dumbass." His eyes moved slowly over the scene again, taking in the shake of your hands, the slump of your shoulders, the mess crowding the room around you. It didn’t take much to see you weren’t okay. Not at all. So why weren’t you telling him? His mouth tightened in a quick grimace behind the windowsill, and he covered it by turning away with a cough, grumbling something about inhaling a bug.
You allowed Raph to talk to you like this. It was his way of showing his affection to people, whether that be his brothers, or you. Blunt and dry. Unnecessary cursing. Awkward back-and-forth arguments. But he was trying, always, admittedly; so you allowed it. Momentarily.
“Can you just leave this be? I want to be alone.” Your voice was barely a whisper.
“Not gonna happen,” he said, his tone firm but not unkind.
He finally moved, swinging his legs over the windowsill and landing softly on the floor inside your apartment. He was careful, observant, as he was taught to be– maybe he was afraid you might shut down. He straightened up, his imposing frame seeming to fill the small space. Droplets of rain dripped from his bandana and shell and fell mercilessly to the floor.
“If you ask me, jerk had it comin’,” he said, nodding toward the road your ex had disappeared through. “Heard every word. You were right to say what ya’ did.”
Oh, come on, every word?! You didn't respond. You just wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling a fresh wave of tears pricking at your eyes. You refused to let them fall. Not in front of him.
Raph shifted his weight, the floorboards groaning beneath his substantial frame. His hands, those massive green hands that could crush concrete but had once carefully aided a broken appendage for you, fidgeted at his sides. He hated this – seeing you broken like this, all crumpled on the floor like a piece of discarded paper. Hated himself more for the stupid reasons he'd never made his move sooner.
For someone who wasn’t very people-apt, people-friendly– as you’d put it… he did have a soft spot for you. A very, very, soft spot.
Raphael had a hard time trusting any human that was introduced to their lives at first. Naturally. He wasn’t similar in physicality to that of a regular person– that much was just a fact of life for him and his brothers. But… he’d gotten used to you far quicker than he should have. Leo, Donnie and Mikey would tease him endlessly about it! Raph always brushed them off. If anyone asked, he’d just shrug and say you were easier to trust. That you treated him like a real person instead of a monster. Wasn’t it obvious?
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you didn’t scream when you first met the family of mutants. The fact that they never heard you utter a word about them behind their backs. Not a peep.
You’d actually met Raph, first. He was weary when approaching humans, as he always was. He often just lingered in the shadows. But you had broken some part of your body by the fault of a foot soldier… the responsibility of you had fallen to him. So, it was duty, you know? That’s what he had called it. It drew him in a little bit more than average considering you didn’t seem scared, at first glance.
His brothers would only say it spiraled from there. Apparently, the turtle simply couldn’t shut his mouth about you for as long as he’d known you. Raph, of course, would claim the opposite– he’d only say his life has gotten better because he had finally found someone he could trust.
Raph had known about your stupid, disgusting relationship for months. He’d been your shoulder to cry on when you knew your ex had screwed up, but were so willingly ready to give his manipulative ass another chance. The turtle always listened. Without judgement. Every insult your previous boyfriend would hurl at you– every dismissal, every piece of your life that he controlled, every single bit of it– was infodumped to Raph. He logged it in his head. Not typically something he does, but, you were a different story.
Over time, that anger for your boyfriend had developed. Jealousy, was it, that he had felt? Anger for his actions? Was all of it an option?! Raph knew he was a turtle with a temper, but this felt so ridiculously out of bounds for him! He can’t control you. He doesn’t want to control you, no. Not ever. But if he could just convince you to see the carnage that man has wreaked on your mentality…
This worthless human had been taking up space in your life, space that Raph increasingly, desperately wished he could occupy. He would think about you constantly. More than your ex did. Oh, how he was positive of that. He knew what you liked. Your interests. Favorite colors. Music. You shared so many things in common– and with that man, there were none.
He hated that he couldn't just be with you, not like a normal guy. He was a mutant turtle. The idea of this thought had plagued him since birth.That fact had been sitting in the back of his mind his whole life, something he knew would matter eventually. Feelings amplified times ten, the mutant had no idea how to deal with this. Pure jealousy and hatred for something he simply could not control.
"You, uh," he started, then stopped, clearing his throat. "You need anything?"
You shook your head without looking up, focusing instead on a darkened stain in the carpet.
He scanned the room again, his gaze lingering on an overturned picture frame – you and the ex at some beach, your smile genuine then, his already fake. Raph's jaw tightened. He'd met the guy twice. (Watched him from afar– he respected you too much to impose. He was terrified he would have disposed of the manchild.) Both times, something had felt off. Wrong.
"Been wonderin' something," Raph said, taking another careful step into the room. "Why'd you stay with him so long?"
His question settled into the silence between you. Do you tell the truth? Your mouth stayed closed, your head giving a faint shake instead. You knew the answer. You’d known it the whole time. But, good god, did it hurt to admit it. It hurt so bad. Raph knew that all too well. He didn't try to push for a response.
You didn’t move, didn’t respond. That was fine. He’d wait. Waiting was nothing. He’d always wait.
"You deserve better," he finally said, voice low and rough as gravel. The turtle found himself crossing the small space with intricately placed steps to stand beside your crumpled figure. He didn't sit, just stood there, his gaze fixed on some distant point before drifting down, eventually landing on you.
"What better is there, Raph? I thought he was going to be the-"
"Someone better? Someone who… I dunno," He struggled for the words. “Someone who actually gives a shit? Me?”
The confession lingered in the space between you, awkward, the room suddenly feeling far too small, far too quiet. Raph hadn’t meant to say that. Not like that. Not while you were already hurting. He watched your shoulders tense, but you still didn't look at him. He felt a hot flush crawl up the back of his neck. This was a disaster. He should just go. He should swing back out the window and let you be. But he couldn't move. He was rooted to the spot, trapped by your silence and his own stupid, runaway mouth.
You stayed silent for a long moment, the only sounds being the gentle patter of rain against the windowpane and the distant rumble of thunder. Raph’s heartbeat hammered in his own chest, a wild, frantic rhythm he was sure you could somehow hear. Then, you slowly lifted your head, your tear-streaked face finally meeting his. A sad, watery something-of-a-smile pulled at the corners of your lips. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Was that… a good sign? He couldn't tell.
"Okay." you whispered, your voice hoarse from crying. Your gaze wasn't one of disgust, or fear. Just… tired. So incredibly tired. But there was something else in there, too.
A wave of… something, crashed over Raph, hot and overwhelming. He took a half-step back, the floorboards groaning in protest. "Forget I said that," he grumbled, turning away, unable to hold your gaze. "Stupid."
"No," you said softly. "You’re not. We’ll talk about it. Eventually."
There was a sensation brewing deep in Raph's stomach. Butterflies?
Raph chanced a look back. Your head cocked just so, gaze combing through his. He could see the questions there, the confusion, the exhaustion. But he didn't see complete despair.
He was searching for that emotion. He saw a tiny smile, something finally the tiniest bit hopeful-- something that looked a whole lot like you. The you he knew.
"Look," he said, sighing, rubbing the back of his neck. "Just… let me help, alright? Lemme clean this place up a bit. Let me-"
"You're a mess. Let's go clean up in the shower or something, c'mon..." You mumbled, sleepily pulling him up, walking a very willing turtle towards your bathroom.
"Yeah, and you're soaked, (y/n), don't you wanna put on some dry clothes?" He was gentle with you. You wanted to take him somewhere, so be it, that's where he went. No matter what it was you said to convince him to do so.
"And you're covered in dirt from patrol. Let me do something that has me focus on someone I actually like, rather than him, please?" You mumbled, using slight force to shove Raph down onto the ledge of your bathtub. He accepted, manually sitting himself down; you couldn't really push him if you tried.
Did you really not want to talk about anything that happened tonight?
Ah, well. It had him confused for a second.
The sensation of a warm, soapy washcloth was in your hands, and you were gently wiping the grime from his scales.
Raph froze. He could feel the heat from the cloth, the gentle pressure of your fingers against his arm. He could smell the faint scent of your soap, something floral and clean that was so drastically different from the stink that your boyfriend had sprayed into this place like a protective skunk defending its territory. This was quite intimate. More so than any fight, any battle he had ever partaken in.
Fuck, he was falling so hard. Falling deeper into this hole he'd dug himself.
He watched you, your brow furrowed in concentration as you carefully cleaned a particularly stubborn patch of dirt from his forearm. Your hands, which had been shaking so violently just moments before, were now steady, purposeful. This was your coping mechanism, he realized. You didn’t want to do any talking. No thinking, no nothing. No nothing, other than focusing on some simple and repetitive task in front of you that took your mind off of the world for a few brief moments.
He held his breath as you moved up to his shoulder, the soft cloth tracing the lines of his muscles. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks again, a deep green tint he was grateful you couldn't see in the dim light of the bathroom.
Still, with your hands gently drying off his skin with an older towel, he didn’t move a muscle. He just breathed– in, out. In and out again. Watching your miniscule hands wash his ginormous form with such care and attention. Attention he’s been wanting to reciprocate to you.
"Raph," you started, your voice a little shaky.
"Mm?"
“You… you’re staying, right?” You chewed your lip. “It’s pouring out there."
"You want me to?"
You nodded, folding the towel and placing it in a bin, soon to be added to your laundry pile. “Please?”
He nodded, moving out of the bathroom with a grunt. "Yeah, 'course. Ain't leavin' you here by yourself.”
He followed you out of the bathroom and into the main room, which now felt slightly less oppressive, though still littered with the debris of your breakdown. Raph quickly began gathering the strewn clothes and damp tissues, tossing them into a pile. He made quick work of the mess. You watched him for a moment, the sight of him quietly cleaning your space doing more to settle your nerves than any amount of cold water had.
"You don't need to worry about the mess" you finally said, your voice still rough. "It can wait. He'll come pick it up eventually."
Raph grunted, dropping a bundle of wadded-up paper. "No. Can’t stand a mess. He doesn't need his stuff, anyways." Ironic. His room was always a mess. He shot a quick glance at the window, which he then shut firmly, locking it this time. The apartment was now sealed, the sound of the outside rain muted to a dull, steady drumming.
Once the worst of the clutter was gone—most of it belonging to your ex, now confined to a garbage bag he’d happily designated for his things—Raph turned to you. "Go get changed. You’re gonna catch a cold."
You didn’t argue. You slipped into your bedroom and returned a minute later wearing some oversized, stained t-shirt and a pair of worn pajama bottoms. At least they were clean.
You moved toward the couch, sinking into the corner cushions. Raph, after checking that his weapons harness was completely empty, followed. He hesitated for a moment, looking at the available space on the small sofa. It was a tight fit for him on his own, let alone with you.
He settled gingerly on the other end, his shell pressed against the armrest, a gap of several feet between you. Your eyes still sat on the floor. Unmoving. But, you did have the energy to nod him over closer to you.
“So… all that,” Raph started, his voice barely audible over the rain. "Your ex. you really done with him?”
You pulled your knees up to your chest and rested your chin on them. “Yeah. Completely. No chance. I meant it. I just… I don’t want to feel that stupid again."
"Don't say that." He whipped his head directly at you. "Jerk just took advantage of the fact you cared. Kept pushin’ to see how much he could get away with. Happens.” He paused, scratching the back of his neck. “But he’s gone now." He let out a slow breath in addition to a pause. “You gonna be okay?”
A genuine smile, the first of the night, touched your lips. "I think so. I hope so. Thank you."
Without a second thought, you shifted, sliding across the cushions until you were right beside him. You laid your head on his shoulder, your temple resting against the rough, warm surface of his scales.
Raph went rigid, a statue of surprise. You felt his body momentarily lock up. You snuggled closer, letting out a deep, cleansing sigh.
“You can relax, Raph,” you mumbled, your voice already heavy with exhaustion. “I like you too."
The words tumbled out thick with sleep, barely coherent but carrying their weight all the same. The warmth of him beside you damn near made you surrender yourself to the vulnerability. It was exactly what your restless mind had been searching for, and now that you had it, your body finally began to let go.
After a minute, something in Raph’s mind slowly allowed him to relax, a feeling that washed over him like sunlight. He let out the breath he’d been holding, the tension draining from his shoulders.
With a gentle movement, you lifted his heavy, muscular arm and draped it across the back of the sofa, settling your head against his bicep. He made a surprisingly comfortable pillow—far better than your dismissive ex, though you certainly weren’t thinking about that.
"Let me know if you want your arm back," you muttered sleepily into his scales, your eyes drifting shut.
Raph grunted, though it came out more like a snort. “Sure.” You felt the deep, steady rumble of his chest beneath you. His arm stayed exactly where you’d placed it, comfortable and stable. He’d lifted his fingers a bit to brush them against your hair. They soon began to move to their own accord, softly scratching your scalp.
You were just so tired. You wanted to sleep. Hard. Deep. Without dreams. You just wanted comfort. And that was what he was able to provide you with.
In the dim moonlight filtering through the window, your breathing had steadied into soft, rhythmic puffs against his scales. Raph remained perfectly still, afraid that even the slightest shift might break whatever fragile peace had settled over the apartment. He watched your eyelids flutter in sleep, the wet remnants of tears dried on your cheeks. His eyes traced the gentle curve of your shoulder where it rested against his bicep.
He gazed at your sleeping form in his arms. Watching you doze off, Raph had some trouble brushing off the small, rare sense of thanks curling in his chest. For once, in a million years, he’d never admit this aloud– he was grateful for Leo, who had purposefully dismissed him from patrol so he could check on you.
The leader had heard shouting from afar. Leo went to check on the disturbance, thinking it was the classic Foot Clan kidnapping case-- he found the situation was very up Raph's alley.
Each brother would have a hard time putting into words just how much complaining he had to hear every night about your ex from his angsty brother. Maybe sending him off would fix it, Leo thought.
Raph had stayed up countless nights thinking about this moment. Not exactly this, but some alteration of this where you finally saw what he did. How he cared for you, why he did. God, how he wanted to shove the thought into your mind that you deserved someone who'd show up, who'd listen, who'd actually care. He never imagined it would happen like this, though. Never imagined the catalyst for your previous encounter would cause you such raw pain.
Your words reverberated in Raph’s mind.
You’ll talk about it. Eventually.
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i may rewrite this one. we'll see lol
other parts soon to come: links will update as they release <3
series: frustrated reader / turtle of choice (request)
blue hour: bay! leo x reader
sweet nothings: bay! donnie x reader
on my last nerve: bay! raph x reader (you are here)
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