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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.

​Her amber eyes flared with a blinding, molten brilliance, the glow spilling out to illuminate the darkened room. A loud, deep churr tore from her throat as her dragon was close to the surface red scales appeared on her body with a vibrating against his chest as she wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Don't... don't you dare hold back, Raph," she managed to choke out, her voice a mix of a plea and a command. "I can handle it." She met his rhythm with a desperate, hungry energy of her own, her tail lashing against the sheets in time with every heavy thrust.

Despite the overwhelming pleasure, a smirk still managed to tug at her lips. "Is that all you've got, Big Red?" she teased breathlessly, her voice a low, draconic growl that vibrated against his chest. "I told you I could handle you. Now prove me right. I want to see exactly what 'big and tough' looks like when you stop trying to be a gentleman."

​She wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist, her tail lashing against the sheets in time with his heavy rhythm. A deep, primal churr tore from her throat, pulling him down for a kiss that tasted like fire and desperate hunger. "Don't you dare hold back, Raph. I want all of it." She met his movements with a fierce, demanding energy of her own, ensuring he knew that this dragon wasn't just following his lead—she was right there with him.

A long, low, and incredibly shaky groan rumbled through Donnie’s entire plastron as Ashley’s hands found the "worst" knot. His eyes rolled back, fluttering shut as he buried his face deeper into the pillow, his body going completely lax on his side. The worry in her voice was the only thing that kept him from drifting off into a trance-like state of relaxation.

​"Hurting? Ash... if you were hurting me, I'd be calculation-capable," he rasped, his voice muffled and thick with a dazed sort of pleasure. He reached back blindly with one hand, seeking out hers just to give her fingers a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "It feels... perfect. Statistically speaking, you’ve just lowered my stress levels by approximately four hundred percent. Don't stop. Please."

​He let out a contented, breathy chuckle, shifting slightly to give her better leverage. "I didn't think it was possible for my brain to actually shut up, but you've managed to silence every gear and motor in there. Just... stay right there. You have no idea how much I needed this." He drifted back into silence, his breathing evening out as he surrendered every ounce of his typical "Donnie control" to her capable hands.

Donnie’s breath hitched, turning into a sharp, jagged gasp as the massage transitioned into something far more intimate. His eyes snapped open, though they were still glazed and heavy, tracking her movements with a desperate sort of focus. He was already trembling, his skin hot to the touch as his body reacted to her hand with a speed that almost embarrassed him.

​"Ash..." he choked out, the word vibrating with a raw, needy edge. He shifted onto his back, his shell hitting the mattress with a dull thud as he looked up at her, his glasses slightly askew and his face flushed a deep, dark green.

​"Ash—God, Ashley," he choked out, his voice completely wrecked and stripped of its usual intellectual polish. His hips bucked instinctively against her, his body searching for more of that impossible friction. The steady, methodical way she was taking care of him was a direct assault on his remaining willpower.

​He forced one hand to let go of the sheets, reaching down to tangle his fingers into her hair, not to pull her away, but to anchor himself to the reality of her. "I... I can't... stay still," he rasped, his breath coming in short, panicked hitches. "You're perfect. Everything you're doing... it's a complete system failure. Don't stop... please, don't stop."

The air in the room felt thick enough to burn, Ginger’s lungs laboring as Raph’s rhythm became harsher, deeper, more primal. When she felt his teeth graze her shoulder, a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity shot through her, her amber eyes flashing with a blinding golden light. She knew what he was thinking—she felt the hesitation in the way his jaw tensed against her skin.

​She didn't let him stay in his head for long. She arched her back, pressing her shoulder harder against his teeth, her fingers digging into his shell to pull him closer. "Don't you dare stop, Raph," she sobbed out, her voice a wrecked, beautiful mess. "Mark me. Claim me. I don't care about Leo... I don't care about anyone else right now. I'm yours. RAPHAEL!" She screamed his name just like he wanted, her tail lashing against his back as she surrendered every bit of her dragon's pride to him.

​"Ash—Ashley, wait—" he gasped, though it was less a request to stop and more a desperate warning that his systems were about to crash. His eyes were rolled back, his entire body trembling with a fine, frantic energy. The sound of her moaning around him was the final blow to his remaining logic; he couldn't think, couldn't calculate, and certainly couldn't stay still anymore.

​His hips bucked upward in a blind, rhythmic search for friction, his breath coming in short, panicked hitches. "I can't... I’m not going to... make it," he rasped, his voice dropping into a raw, desperate register that was miles away from his usual composed self. He let out a long, shuddering groan, his toes curling as he felt the pressure building to an impossible peak. "Don't stop... please, don't you dare stop... I'm yours... I'm all yours..."

A sharp, high-pitched cry tore from Ginger’s throat as Raph’s teeth sank into her shoulder. It wasn't pain—it was a brand of pure, electric belonging that made her dragon blood roar. Her amber eyes didn't just glow; they burned with a blinding, molten intensity that illuminated his dark room. She reached up, her hands trembling as she cupped his face, her thumbs tracing the edges of his red mask while he kissed the very mark he’d just made.

​"Good girl, huh?" she managed to tease, a jagged, breathy laugh escaping her even as she was being "tamed." "You’re the one acting like a feral animal, Big Red... and I wouldn't have it any other way." She hiked her legs even higher, her heels digging into his back to trap him against her and meet his sloppy, erratic pace with a frantic energy of her own.

​She felt his rhythm turn desperate, felt him holding back just for her, and it sent her over the edge. "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice wrecked and beautiful. "Marked, claimed, and exactly where I want to be. Don't... don't stop, Raph! RAPHAEL!" She screamed his name as she shattered beneath him, her world dissolving into golden sparks as she clung to him like he was the only solid thing left in the universe, finally surrendering every bit of her pride to the turtle who had truly become her home.

​"Ash—Ashley!" he sobbed out, his voice cracking with the sheer force of his release. His back arched so violently off the mattress that only his head and heels were touching the sheets, his hands fisting so hard into her hair that he was trembling from the effort of not pulling. Everything in his vision went white, his glasses sliding further askew as he felt the intense, rhythmic pulsing of his own body.

​He slumped back down into the pillows a second later, his chest heaving in shallow, panicked bursts as he tried to remember how to breathe. He was completely spent, his limbs feeling like lead and his skin flushed a deep, dark emerald. He reached down with a shaky, weak hand, gently stroking the side of her face as she looked up at him. "God... Ashley," he wheezed, his voice a ghost of itself, raw and filled with awe. "I... I think you just successfully rewired my entire brain. I’ve never... I couldn't have calculated... that."

Ginger’s world was a blur of fading golden sparks and heavy, synchronized breathing, her chest heaving as she fought to find her oxygen again. She felt the grounding weight of Raph’s shell, the way he nuzzled into her neck, and the lingering tremors in his large frame—it was the most beautiful, raw thing she’d ever felt. Her amber eyes remained soft, the molten glow pulsing gently in the dim light of the room as she looked at the ceiling, still dazed.

​She reached up, her fingers tangling in the tails of his red mask, pulling him just enough to press her face against his temple. "Mine," she whispered back, her voice a low, draconic churr that vibrated deep in her chest. She reached over to trace the fresh mark on her shoulder with a shaky finger; the sting was a badge of honor that made her smirk despite her exhaustion.

​"I know," he rasped, his voice sounding deeper and more gravelly than usual. He rested his cheek against the top of her head, closing his eyes as he breathed in the scent of her. "The stress... it’s a design flaw. I get so caught up in the variables that I forget to check the status of my own hardware. But you..." he trailed off, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her temple. "You’re the only one who knows how to force a manual override."

​He tightened his hold on her slightly, his fingers tracing lazy, adoring patterns over her arm. "I love you too, Ash. More than I have the vocabulary to properly explain." He let out a long, contented sigh, the last of his physical tension finally evaporating into the quiet of the lab. "Don’t worry too much. As long as I have you to bring me back to center... I think my internal systems will survive just fine."

Ginger let out a long, contented sigh as Raph shifted her onto his chest, her body feeling like a pile of warm lead. The rhythmic thrum of his heart beneath her ear was more soothing than any silence, and she leaned into the sensation, her amber eyes flickering with a faint, dying ember of light as she let them drift shut.

​She managed a weak, jagged chuckle that vibrated against his plastron, a tired but triumphant smirk playing on her lips. "Look at you, getting all rebellious," she teased, her voice thick with sleep as she reached up to lazily tug on the tails of his red mask. "If you’re ready to fight the Fearless Leader just to keep me in bed, then who am I to argue? I've got my mark, I've got my turtle... and I don’t think I could walk even if Leo came in here with a megaphone."

​"The probability of risk is... ever-present," he murmured, his voice low and slightly strained as he fought back the lump in his throat. He shifted just enough to look her in the eyes, his expression more open than it had ever been. "But you’re wrong about one thing, Ash. It wouldn't be a tragedy for you to have never known me... it would have been a tragedy for me to have never found you. I was just a collection of calculations and mechanical parts before you started stealing me away."

​He reached up, his thumb gently catching one of the tears pricking at her eyes before it could fall. "I’m not going anywhere. I’ve spent my life building fail-safes for every machine in this lair... but you’re the only thing I’ve ever found that’s worth surviving for. So, steal me away. Overload my brain. As long as it’s you, I’ll take the risk every single time."

​Ginger didn't have the strength left for words, her consciousness already beginning to slip into the warm, dark pull of sleep. But as she felt Raph’s large hand rubbing soothing patterns into her back and heard that deep, calming churr vibrating against her chest, her body responded for her.

​"Family," he repeated, the word sounding foreign and heavy on his tongue. He swallowed hard, his glasses sliding further down his nose as he searched her eyes for any hint that she was joking. "I’ve spent years analyzing the biological and social complexities of my own existence, Ash. I’ve cataloged the risks, the genetic anomalies... the sheer impossibility of someone like me ever having a 'normal' life. I never factored that into any of my long-term projections."

​He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as he cupped her face, his thumb wiping away a fresh tear. "But the data is changing. You’re changing it. If you're telling me that there’s a version of the future where I’m not just a scientist or a brother, but... a father? Someone you'd want to build a legacy with?" He let out a shaky, breathy laugh, leaning his forehead against hers. "It’s the most illogical, dangerous, and statistically improbable dream I’ve ever heard of. And I want it more than my next breath. We don't have to discuss the 'how' right now, but I'm not letting go of that variable. I'm keeping it."

​"Six months... six years... six decades," he murmured, his voice sounding raw and thick with emotion. "The length of the timeline is irrelevant when the conclusion is this definitive, Ash. You didn't scare me. You... you gave me something I didn't know I was allowed to want. I've spent my whole life being 'Donatello the Genius' or 'Donnie the Tech-Support,' always looking toward the next upgrade, the next mission."

​He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his hands moving to rest securely on your waist. "But a family? With you? It’s the first time I’ve looked at the future and didn't see just a set of problems to solve. I saw a life. A real, beautiful life." He gave you a small, genuinely vulnerable smile, his thumb tracing a slow circle over your hip. "I want it. I want everything you’re willing to give me. We’ll take it at whatever pace you need, but don't ever doubt that you’re exactly what I want, Ashley. Always."

After a few hours, Ginger woke up in Raph's arms still and not in any empty bed, and she smiled sleepily. The mark he left on her neck and other parts of her body is now covered in a patch of red scales. She smelled like Raph and knew Leo could smell it too, if she hadn't showered before their movie night. She looked back at Raph whose eyes were closed but she knew from his breathing that he was awake. "Hey, big red.~ Let me get up to shower." She asked peppering kisses on his face.

​"You're right. Logically, we should prioritize recovery and... statistical observation," he murmured, his voice warm and thick with a newfound peace. He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made his glasses feel like a barrier he didn't need. "But don't think for a second that I’m going to forget that 'start now' comment, Ashley. My memory banks are specifically designed for long-term storage of critical data."

​He pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck and breathing you in. "Thank you. For seeing the man behind the monitors. I’ve spent so long building things to protect this family... it’s going to be a very interesting experience to actually build a life within one." He gave your waist one final, affectionate squeeze before letting his eyes drift shut. "Rest sounds like a viable plan. As long as you stay right here. That's a non-negotiable variable."

​Ginger giggled, the sound vibrating against his chest as he rolled them over. She looked up at him through her lashes, her amber eyes shimmering with a playful light.

​"My, my... the big, bad Raph is actually a secret snuggler," she teased, reaching up to gently boop his nose. "Who would’ve thought? If the guys saw you right now, your reputation as the toughest turtle in the city would be toast." She settled into his side, hooking a leg over his to keep him trapped just as much as he was trapping her. "But don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Mostly because I’m not planning on leaving this room for at least another three hours anyway."

​"Not... forgetting," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and barely audible. "Family variable... saved to permanent... storage." He felt your leg wrap around him, and he instinctively hooked his own around yours, anchoring you to him in the dark. "Perfect man? Your... data set is definitely biased, Ash... but I’m not gonna... correct you tonight."

​He let out one more quiet, contented huff, his breathing slowing down until it was deep and steady. He didn't even have the energy to finish his thought, his hand simply giving your waist a final, weak squeeze before going limp as he finally succumbed to the rest he so desperately needed. "Love you... stay..."

The pounding on the door stopped abruptly as Raph’s growled defiance echoed through the wood. There was a long, heavy silence from the hallway. Leo didn't "fuck off" immediately; instead, the door handle turned slowly, and the leader of the pack stepped into the dim room, his blue bandana slightly askew from his own morning workout.

​He stopped at the edge of the bed, crossing his arms over his plastron as he took in the sight: Raph, the resident hothead, acting like a protective "softie," and Ginger, the dragon who had managed to tame the storm.

​"I figured when I didn't see you at the weights, you were either dead or doing something stupid," Leo said, his voice dropping into that low, authoritative rumble that usually signaled a lecture. But as he looked at how peacefully they were tangled together, his expression softened just a fraction. "The city doesn't stop moving just because you two found a 'good pillow.' But... fine. One hour. If you aren't in the garage by then, I'm sending Donnie in here with a fire extinguisher."

​Ginger didn't even open her eyes, but a mischievous, sleepy smirk spread across her lips. She felt the heat of Raph on one side and the presence of Leo at the foot of the bed, and she couldn't help but lean into the chaos of her new life.

​"You heard the man, Red... move over and make some room," Ginger murmured, her voice thick with sleep as she gave Raph’s arm a playful squeeze. She finally cracked one amber eye open, looking directly at Leo with a defiant glint. "Honestly, Leo, between the two of you, I'm surprised the whole lair hasn't gone missing yet. If I'm gonna be stuck in the middle of the 'Great Turtle Grump-Off,' the least you guys can do is let me sleep in. Besides... having both of you guarding the 'hoard' at the same time? That's a lot of muscle to move just for some morning laps."

"Jealous of a room that smells like engine grease and dragon scales? In your dreams, Raph," Leo countered, though there was no real heat in it. He looked at Ginger, noting the way she was already trying to pull Raph back into the pillows. "And for the record, Ginger, the 'Great Turtle Grump-Off' is a solo title held exclusively by the guy you’re currently using as a mattress. Keep him quiet. If I hear one more roar or growl coming from this room, I'm making sure Splinter handles the morning lecture. You've got your hour. Use it."

Ginger let out a low, muffled laugh into Raph’s shoulder. "Careful, Leo... if you keep standing there, I might decide I need a second pillow. Imagine the panic in the city if the Leader and the Muscle both went missing in one morning. The Foot wouldn't know whether to celebrate or hide." Ginger smirk was devilish. "Just be a good boy and get in bed with us.

Leo froze, his hand still gripping the doorframe as the air in the room suddenly felt ten degrees hotter. He had expected a joke, or maybe even an insult, but the sheer, unmitigated gall of her calling him a "good boy" sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through his veins. His eyes widened, his blue bandana casting a sharp shadow over his face as he looked from Ginger’s devilish smirk to Raph’s stunned, silent expression.

"You've got a hell of a lot of nerve, Ginger," Leo rumbled, his voice dropping an octave, losing its "Fearless Leader" edge and replacing it with something far more dangerous and intrigued. He didn't move for a long second, his brain battling between his sense of duty and the magnetic pull of her challenge.

Slowly, he kicked the door shut behind him, the latch clicking with a finality that echoed in the quiet room. He didn't say a word as he began to unbuckle his gear, his gaze never leaving hers. He shucked his swords and his belt, letting them thud to the floor before he stepped toward the bed.

"I don't take orders from anyone but Splinter," he murmured, his voice a low, warning growl as he climbed onto the empty side of the mattress, pinning Ginger between his own disciplined strength and Raph’s raw heat. He leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "But for a dragon who thinks she can tame two of us at once... I might be willing to make an exception. Just don't think this makes you the one in charge tomorrow morning."

​"Bathroom...?" he mumbled, his voice incredibly deep, raspy, and thick with sleep. He buried his face right back into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as if trying to physically absorb your warmth to keep himself awake. "Highly inefficient timing, Ash... I just successfully calibrated our sleeping positions..."

​He huffed a warm breath against your skin, his grip loosening just a fraction as your promise of a quick return finally registered in his foggy brain. He reluctantly let his arms drop back to the mattress, though one of his large hands lingered on your hip, his thumb twitching in a weak, sleepy caress. "Fine... but you have exactly three minutes before I declare a state of emergency. Bring back... the warm variable. Don't get lost." He let his eyes drift shut again, immediately sinking back into the pillows but leaving his side of the blanket wide open for your return.

A muscle in Leo’s jaw twitched violently as Raph pushed Ginger firmly against his chest. The sudden, unadulterated sensation of her soft skin and raw dragon heat pressing directly into his front sent a shockwave straight through his carefully constructed defenses. He looked down at her, his dark blue eyes darkening significantly as he absorbed the sheer, teasing defiance radiating from both her and his brother.

​He let out a low, dangerous huff of laughter, his large hands coming up to grip Ginger’s hips—not to push her away, but to anchor her right against him, matching Raph’s possessive hold from the other side.

​"You talk a lot of shit for a guy who's currently too exhausted to get out of bed, Raphael," Leo rumbled, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly register that made his usual authoritative tone sound like a distant memory. He leaned down, his eyes locking dead onto Raph’s smug smirk over Ginger’s shoulder, completely ignoring the rulebook he usually lived by. "You think because you’re loud, you’re the only one who knows how to break a storm? I don’t just handle the asphalt, brother. I dominate it."

​He shifted his gaze down to Ginger, his thumb pressing firmly into the dip of her hip, a slow, predatory smirk finally breaking across his own face. "You want to play games with the leadership, sweetheart? Careful. I don't play to tie... I play to win. And I think it's time you learn exactly why Splinter put me in charge of this pack."

"Oh, I doubt that. You know no clue what I can and can't do. I can get bigger then you, stronger then you, and out smart you." Her tail pins Leo's hands down above his head as she gets on top. Ginger smirks. "By the way Leo, I will make sure whoever is mated to you. That you have a praise kink." Her lips landed on his.

Leo’s eyes widened to dinner plates as her dragon tail wrapped securely around his wrists, pinning his arms flat against the mattress above his head. The sudden shift from "predatory leader" to "completely helpless" sent a rush of heat straight to his face, his dark skin flushing a deep crimson. When her lips slammed onto his, any attempt at a coherent, authoritative thought evaporated entirely.

​He kissed her back with a sudden, desperate hunger—his mouth moving against hers with a raw intensity that proved he was thoroughly enjoying being dominated, even if his pride was screaming.

​When she finally pulled back to smirk down at him, Leo was breathing heavily, his chest heaving under her body. He strained against the tight coil of her tail for a second, but his muscles felt completely useless. Hearing her call out his praise kink out loud made a choked, embarrassed growl rattle deep in his throat.

Donnie let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief the absolute second the blankets shifted and your warmth enveloped him again. He didn't even open his eyes, but a satisfied, rumbling churr started deep in his chest at the sensation of your small kiss against his cheek.

​"One hundred and eighty-four seconds," he mumbled, his voice an incredibly deep, gravelly rasp that was barely a whisper against your skin. Even completely dead to the world, his internal biological clock had been tracking the deficit. "Technically... within the margin of error. Verification successful. You didn't get lost."

​Before you could even finish settling under the covers, his long arms automatically reached out, blindly but possessively tangling around your waist to drag you flush against his plastron. He buried his face right back into the crook of your neck, his cool snout pressing into your skin as he exhaled a warm, heavy breath. He hooked his leg over yours, completely anchoring you to the mattress so securely that escaping a second time would require a literal wrench. "Target acquired," he sleepily murmured, his grip tightening just a fraction in a needy, protective squeeze as his breathing immediately slowed back down. "No more leaving the lab... thermal equilibrium restored."

Ginger let out a soft, involuntary moan as Raph’s large hand stroked down the sensitive length of her tail. The sound was a low, melodic vibration that rippled right through Leo’s chest beneath her. But if Raph thought a little affection would make her drop her guard, he highly underestimated his mate.

​Rather than loosening, the tight coils of her tail flexed and squeezed, pinning Leo’s wrists down above his head with a sudden, bruising finality.

​Leo let out a choked, shaky gasp at the sound of her moan, his entire body going rigid. The dual sensation of her heavy dragon heat on top of him and the absolute lockdown on his hands was pushing his legendary control past its breaking point. He glared sideways at his brother, his breathing heavy and ragged. "Raphael... you're not helping," Leo hissed, though his eyes flared with dark, helpless desire as Ginger shifted her weight firmly over his hips.

​Ginger looked over her shoulder at Raph, her amber eyes practically glowing in the dim light of the bedroom as a triumphant smirk played on her lips.

​"Nice try, Red," she purred, her breath hitching slightly as his hand continued to caress her scales. "But all you did was lock the cuffs. He's not going anywhere, and neither are you." She kissed Raph then turned her focus completely back to Leo, leaning down until her lips were brushing against his twitching jawline. "Look at you, Fearless. So helpless, and such a good boy for staying so still for me. Do you like it when your brother helps me keep you pinned?"

​A dark flush crept all the way up Leo's neck at the praise, his head snapping back against the mattress as a quiet, defeated groan escaped him. He stopped fighting the tail entirely, completely conquered by the two of them.

Shifting her weight deliberately, she ground her heat right down against Leo's hips, letting out a soft, involuntary moan as Raph's hands continued to wander. She watched with a wicked, fanged smirk as the leader's disciplined composure thoroughly shattered underneath them.

Cutting her amber eyes back toward Raph, she gave him a deep, lingering kiss that tasted like fire and shared triumph, ensuring Leo felt every single bit of the friction beneath her. When she finally broke away, she turned her full, molten gaze back down to the crimson-faced leader. "Hear that, Fearless? Your brother says a turtle heat is a real nightmare," she purred, her tail flexing just a fraction tighter around Leo's pinned wrists to keep him anchored. "But you haven't seen anything yet. Since Raph is being such a good partner in crime... tell me how good it feels to let go of your precious control for us."

Donnie let out a low, deeply satisfied churr as her fingers found his neck, his muscles turning to absolute mush under her touch. He leaned his head back against her hands, his eyes still half-closed, but a sharp, knowing smirk slowly tugged at the corner of his beak.

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.

​Her amber eyes flared with a blinding, molten brilliance, the glow spilling out to illuminate the darkened room. A loud, deep churr tore from her throat as her dragon was close to the surface red scales appeared on her body with a vibrating against his chest as she wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Don't... don't you dare hold back, Raph," she managed to choke out, her voice a mix of a plea and a command. "I can handle it." She met his rhythm with a desperate, hungry energy of her own, her tail lashing against the sheets in time with every heavy thrust.

Despite the overwhelming pleasure, a smirk still managed to tug at her lips. "Is that all you've got, Big Red?" she teased breathlessly, her voice a low, draconic growl that vibrated against his chest. "I told you I could handle you. Now prove me right. I want to see exactly what 'big and tough' looks like when you stop trying to be a gentleman."

​She wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist, her tail lashing against the sheets in time with his heavy rhythm. A deep, primal churr tore from her throat, pulling him down for a kiss that tasted like fire and desperate hunger. "Don't you dare hold back, Raph. I want all of it." She met his movements with a fierce, demanding energy of her own, ensuring he knew that this dragon wasn't just following his lead—she was right there with him.

A long, low, and incredibly shaky groan rumbled through Donnie’s entire plastron as Ashley’s hands found the "worst" knot. His eyes rolled back, fluttering shut as he buried his face deeper into the pillow, his body going completely lax on his side. The worry in her voice was the only thing that kept him from drifting off into a trance-like state of relaxation.

​"Hurting? Ash... if you were hurting me, I'd be calculation-capable," he rasped, his voice muffled and thick with a dazed sort of pleasure. He reached back blindly with one hand, seeking out hers just to give her fingers a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "It feels... perfect. Statistically speaking, you’ve just lowered my stress levels by approximately four hundred percent. Don't stop. Please."

​He let out a contented, breathy chuckle, shifting slightly to give her better leverage. "I didn't think it was possible for my brain to actually shut up, but you've managed to silence every gear and motor in there. Just... stay right there. You have no idea how much I needed this." He drifted back into silence, his breathing evening out as he surrendered every ounce of his typical "Donnie control" to her capable hands.

Donnie’s breath hitched, turning into a sharp, jagged gasp as the massage transitioned into something far more intimate. His eyes snapped open, though they were still glazed and heavy, tracking her movements with a desperate sort of focus. He was already trembling, his skin hot to the touch as his body reacted to her hand with a speed that almost embarrassed him.

​"Ash..." he choked out, the word vibrating with a raw, needy edge. He shifted onto his back, his shell hitting the mattress with a dull thud as he looked up at her, his glasses slightly askew and his face flushed a deep, dark green.

​"Ash—God, Ashley," he choked out, his voice completely wrecked and stripped of its usual intellectual polish. His hips bucked instinctively against her, his body searching for more of that impossible friction. The steady, methodical way she was taking care of him was a direct assault on his remaining willpower.

​He forced one hand to let go of the sheets, reaching down to tangle his fingers into her hair, not to pull her away, but to anchor himself to the reality of her. "I... I can't... stay still," he rasped, his breath coming in short, panicked hitches. "You're perfect. Everything you're doing... it's a complete system failure. Don't stop... please, don't stop."

The air in the room felt thick enough to burn, Ginger’s lungs laboring as Raph’s rhythm became harsher, deeper, more primal. When she felt his teeth graze her shoulder, a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity shot through her, her amber eyes flashing with a blinding golden light. She knew what he was thinking—she felt the hesitation in the way his jaw tensed against her skin.

​She didn't let him stay in his head for long. She arched her back, pressing her shoulder harder against his teeth, her fingers digging into his shell to pull him closer. "Don't you dare stop, Raph," she sobbed out, her voice a wrecked, beautiful mess. "Mark me. Claim me. I don't care about Leo... I don't care about anyone else right now. I'm yours. RAPHAEL!" She screamed his name just like he wanted, her tail lashing against his back as she surrendered every bit of her dragon's pride to him.

​"Ash—Ashley, wait—" he gasped, though it was less a request to stop and more a desperate warning that his systems were about to crash. His eyes were rolled back, his entire body trembling with a fine, frantic energy. The sound of her moaning around him was the final blow to his remaining logic; he couldn't think, couldn't calculate, and certainly couldn't stay still anymore.

​His hips bucked upward in a blind, rhythmic search for friction, his breath coming in short, panicked hitches. "I can't... I’m not going to... make it," he rasped, his voice dropping into a raw, desperate register that was miles away from his usual composed self. He let out a long, shuddering groan, his toes curling as he felt the pressure building to an impossible peak. "Don't stop... please, don't you dare stop... I'm yours... I'm all yours..."

A sharp, high-pitched cry tore from Ginger’s throat as Raph’s teeth sank into her shoulder. It wasn't pain—it was a brand of pure, electric belonging that made her dragon blood roar. Her amber eyes didn't just glow; they burned with a blinding, molten intensity that illuminated his dark room. She reached up, her hands trembling as she cupped his face, her thumbs tracing the edges of his red mask while he kissed the very mark he’d just made.

​"Good girl, huh?" she managed to tease, a jagged, breathy laugh escaping her even as she was being "tamed." "You’re the one acting like a feral animal, Big Red... and I wouldn't have it any other way." She hiked her legs even higher, her heels digging into his back to trap him against her and meet his sloppy, erratic pace with a frantic energy of her own.

​She felt his rhythm turn desperate, felt him holding back just for her, and it sent her over the edge. "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice wrecked and beautiful. "Marked, claimed, and exactly where I want to be. Don't... don't stop, Raph! RAPHAEL!" She screamed his name as she shattered beneath him, her world dissolving into golden sparks as she clung to him like he was the only solid thing left in the universe, finally surrendering every bit of her pride to the turtle who had truly become her home.

​"Ash—Ashley!" he sobbed out, his voice cracking with the sheer force of his release. His back arched so violently off the mattress that only his head and heels were touching the sheets, his hands fisting so hard into her hair that he was trembling from the effort of not pulling. Everything in his vision went white, his glasses sliding further askew as he felt the intense, rhythmic pulsing of his own body.

​He slumped back down into the pillows a second later, his chest heaving in shallow, panicked bursts as he tried to remember how to breathe. He was completely spent, his limbs feeling like lead and his skin flushed a deep, dark emerald. He reached down with a shaky, weak hand, gently stroking the side of her face as she looked up at him. "God... Ashley," he wheezed, his voice a ghost of itself, raw and filled with awe. "I... I think you just successfully rewired my entire brain. I’ve never... I couldn't have calculated... that."

Ginger’s world was a blur of fading golden sparks and heavy, synchronized breathing, her chest heaving as she fought to find her oxygen again. She felt the grounding weight of Raph’s shell, the way he nuzzled into her neck, and the lingering tremors in his large frame—it was the most beautiful, raw thing she’d ever felt. Her amber eyes remained soft, the molten glow pulsing gently in the dim light of the room as she looked at the ceiling, still dazed.

​She reached up, her fingers tangling in the tails of his red mask, pulling him just enough to press her face against his temple. "Mine," she whispered back, her voice a low, draconic churr that vibrated deep in her chest. She reached over to trace the fresh mark on her shoulder with a shaky finger; the sting was a badge of honor that made her smirk despite her exhaustion.

​"I know," he rasped, his voice sounding deeper and more gravelly than usual. He rested his cheek against the top of her head, closing his eyes as he breathed in the scent of her. "The stress... it’s a design flaw. I get so caught up in the variables that I forget to check the status of my own hardware. But you..." he trailed off, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her temple. "You’re the only one who knows how to force a manual override."

​He tightened his hold on her slightly, his fingers tracing lazy, adoring patterns over her arm. "I love you too, Ash. More than I have the vocabulary to properly explain." He let out a long, contented sigh, the last of his physical tension finally evaporating into the quiet of the lab. "Don’t worry too much. As long as I have you to bring me back to center... I think my internal systems will survive just fine."

Ginger let out a long, contented sigh as Raph shifted her onto his chest, her body feeling like a pile of warm lead. The rhythmic thrum of his heart beneath her ear was more soothing than any silence, and she leaned into the sensation, her amber eyes flickering with a faint, dying ember of light as she let them drift shut.

​She managed a weak, jagged chuckle that vibrated against his plastron, a tired but triumphant smirk playing on her lips. "Look at you, getting all rebellious," she teased, her voice thick with sleep as she reached up to lazily tug on the tails of his red mask. "If you’re ready to fight the Fearless Leader just to keep me in bed, then who am I to argue? I've got my mark, I've got my turtle... and I don’t think I could walk even if Leo came in here with a megaphone."

​"The probability of risk is... ever-present," he murmured, his voice low and slightly strained as he fought back the lump in his throat. He shifted just enough to look her in the eyes, his expression more open than it had ever been. "But you’re wrong about one thing, Ash. It wouldn't be a tragedy for you to have never known me... it would have been a tragedy for me to have never found you. I was just a collection of calculations and mechanical parts before you started stealing me away."

​He reached up, his thumb gently catching one of the tears pricking at her eyes before it could fall. "I’m not going anywhere. I’ve spent my life building fail-safes for every machine in this lair... but you’re the only thing I’ve ever found that’s worth surviving for. So, steal me away. Overload my brain. As long as it’s you, I’ll take the risk every single time."

​Ginger didn't have the strength left for words, her consciousness already beginning to slip into the warm, dark pull of sleep. But as she felt Raph’s large hand rubbing soothing patterns into her back and heard that deep, calming churr vibrating against her chest, her body responded for her.

​"Family," he repeated, the word sounding foreign and heavy on his tongue. He swallowed hard, his glasses sliding further down his nose as he searched her eyes for any hint that she was joking. "I’ve spent years analyzing the biological and social complexities of my own existence, Ash. I’ve cataloged the risks, the genetic anomalies... the sheer impossibility of someone like me ever having a 'normal' life. I never factored that into any of my long-term projections."

​He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as he cupped her face, his thumb wiping away a fresh tear. "But the data is changing. You’re changing it. If you're telling me that there’s a version of the future where I’m not just a scientist or a brother, but... a father? Someone you'd want to build a legacy with?" He let out a shaky, breathy laugh, leaning his forehead against hers. "It’s the most illogical, dangerous, and statistically improbable dream I’ve ever heard of. And I want it more than my next breath. We don't have to discuss the 'how' right now, but I'm not letting go of that variable. I'm keeping it."

​"Six months... six years... six decades," he murmured, his voice sounding raw and thick with emotion. "The length of the timeline is irrelevant when the conclusion is this definitive, Ash. You didn't scare me. You... you gave me something I didn't know I was allowed to want. I've spent my whole life being 'Donatello the Genius' or 'Donnie the Tech-Support,' always looking toward the next upgrade, the next mission."

​He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his hands moving to rest securely on your waist. "But a family? With you? It’s the first time I’ve looked at the future and didn't see just a set of problems to solve. I saw a life. A real, beautiful life." He gave you a small, genuinely vulnerable smile, his thumb tracing a slow circle over your hip. "I want it. I want everything you’re willing to give me. We’ll take it at whatever pace you need, but don't ever doubt that you’re exactly what I want, Ashley. Always."

After a few hours, Ginger woke up in Raph's arms still and not in any empty bed, and she smiled sleepily. The mark he left on her neck and other parts of her body is now covered in a patch of red scales. She smelled like Raph and knew Leo could smell it too, if she hadn't showered before their movie night. She looked back at Raph whose eyes were closed but she knew from his breathing that he was awake. "Hey, big red.~ Let me get up to shower." She asked peppering kisses on his face.

​"You're right. Logically, we should prioritize recovery and... statistical observation," he murmured, his voice warm and thick with a newfound peace. He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made his glasses feel like a barrier he didn't need. "But don't think for a second that I’m going to forget that 'start now' comment, Ashley. My memory banks are specifically designed for long-term storage of critical data."

​He pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck and breathing you in. "Thank you. For seeing the man behind the monitors. I’ve spent so long building things to protect this family... it’s going to be a very interesting experience to actually build a life within one." He gave your waist one final, affectionate squeeze before letting his eyes drift shut. "Rest sounds like a viable plan. As long as you stay right here. That's a non-negotiable variable."

​Ginger giggled, the sound vibrating against his chest as he rolled them over. She looked up at him through her lashes, her amber eyes shimmering with a playful light.

​"My, my... the big, bad Raph is actually a secret snuggler," she teased, reaching up to gently boop his nose. "Who would’ve thought? If the guys saw you right now, your reputation as the toughest turtle in the city would be toast." She settled into his side, hooking a leg over his to keep him trapped just as much as he was trapping her. "But don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Mostly because I’m not planning on leaving this room for at least another three hours anyway."

​"Not... forgetting," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and barely audible. "Family variable... saved to permanent... storage." He felt your leg wrap around him, and he instinctively hooked his own around yours, anchoring you to him in the dark. "Perfect man? Your... data set is definitely biased, Ash... but I’m not gonna... correct you tonight."

​He let out one more quiet, contented huff, his breathing slowing down until it was deep and steady. He didn't even have the energy to finish his thought, his hand simply giving your waist a final, weak squeeze before going limp as he finally succumbed to the rest he so desperately needed. "Love you... stay..."

The pounding on the door stopped abruptly as Raph’s growled defiance echoed through the wood. There was a long, heavy silence from the hallway. Leo didn't "fuck off" immediately; instead, the door handle turned slowly, and the leader of the pack stepped into the dim room, his blue bandana slightly askew from his own morning workout.

​He stopped at the edge of the bed, crossing his arms over his plastron as he took in the sight: Raph, the resident hothead, acting like a protective "softie," and Ginger, the dragon who had managed to tame the storm.

​"I figured when I didn't see you at the weights, you were either dead or doing something stupid," Leo said, his voice dropping into that low, authoritative rumble that usually signaled a lecture. But as he looked at how peacefully they were tangled together, his expression softened just a fraction. "The city doesn't stop moving just because you two found a 'good pillow.' But... fine. One hour. If you aren't in the garage by then, I'm sending Donnie in here with a fire extinguisher."

​Ginger didn't even open her eyes, but a mischievous, sleepy smirk spread across her lips. She felt the heat of Raph on one side and the presence of Leo at the foot of the bed, and she couldn't help but lean into the chaos of her new life.

​"You heard the man, Red... move over and make some room," Ginger murmured, her voice thick with sleep as she gave Raph’s arm a playful squeeze. She finally cracked one amber eye open, looking directly at Leo with a defiant glint. "Honestly, Leo, between the two of you, I'm surprised the whole lair hasn't gone missing yet. If I'm gonna be stuck in the middle of the 'Great Turtle Grump-Off,' the least you guys can do is let me sleep in. Besides... having both of you guarding the 'hoard' at the same time? That's a lot of muscle to move just for some morning laps."

"Jealous of a room that smells like engine grease and dragon scales? In your dreams, Raph," Leo countered, though there was no real heat in it. He looked at Ginger, noting the way she was already trying to pull Raph back into the pillows. "And for the record, Ginger, the 'Great Turtle Grump-Off' is a solo title held exclusively by the guy you’re currently using as a mattress. Keep him quiet. If I hear one more roar or growl coming from this room, I'm making sure Splinter handles the morning lecture. You've got your hour. Use it."

Ginger let out a low, muffled laugh into Raph’s shoulder. "Careful, Leo... if you keep standing there, I might decide I need a second pillow. Imagine the panic in the city if the Leader and the Muscle both went missing in one morning. The Foot wouldn't know whether to celebrate or hide." Ginger smirk was devilish. "Just be a good boy and get in bed with us.

Leo froze, his hand still gripping the doorframe as the air in the room suddenly felt ten degrees hotter. He had expected a joke, or maybe even an insult, but the sheer, unmitigated gall of her calling him a "good boy" sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through his veins. His eyes widened, his blue bandana casting a sharp shadow over his face as he looked from Ginger’s devilish smirk to Raph’s stunned, silent expression.

"You've got a hell of a lot of nerve, Ginger," Leo rumbled, his voice dropping an octave, losing its "Fearless Leader" edge and replacing it with something far more dangerous and intrigued. He didn't move for a long second, his brain battling between his sense of duty and the magnetic pull of her challenge.

Slowly, he kicked the door shut behind him, the latch clicking with a finality that echoed in the quiet room. He didn't say a word as he began to unbuckle his gear, his gaze never leaving hers. He shucked his swords and his belt, letting them thud to the floor before he stepped toward the bed.

"I don't take orders from anyone but Splinter," he murmured, his voice a low, warning growl as he climbed onto the empty side of the mattress, pinning Ginger between his own disciplined strength and Raph’s raw heat. He leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "But for a dragon who thinks she can tame two of us at once... I might be willing to make an exception. Just don't think this makes you the one in charge tomorrow morning."

​"Bathroom...?" he mumbled, his voice incredibly deep, raspy, and thick with sleep. He buried his face right back into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as if trying to physically absorb your warmth to keep himself awake. "Highly inefficient timing, Ash... I just successfully calibrated our sleeping positions..."

​He huffed a warm breath against your skin, his grip loosening just a fraction as your promise of a quick return finally registered in his foggy brain. He reluctantly let his arms drop back to the mattress, though one of his large hands lingered on your hip, his thumb twitching in a weak, sleepy caress. "Fine... but you have exactly three minutes before I declare a state of emergency. Bring back... the warm variable. Don't get lost." He let his eyes drift shut again, immediately sinking back into the pillows but leaving his side of the blanket wide open for your return.

A muscle in Leo’s jaw twitched violently as Raph pushed Ginger firmly against his chest. The sudden, unadulterated sensation of her soft skin and raw dragon heat pressing directly into his front sent a shockwave straight through his carefully constructed defenses. He looked down at her, his dark blue eyes darkening significantly as he absorbed the sheer, teasing defiance radiating from both her and his brother.

​He let out a low, dangerous huff of laughter, his large hands coming up to grip Ginger’s hips—not to push her away, but to anchor her right against him, matching Raph’s possessive hold from the other side.

​"You talk a lot of shit for a guy who's currently too exhausted to get out of bed, Raphael," Leo rumbled, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly register that made his usual authoritative tone sound like a distant memory. He leaned down, his eyes locking dead onto Raph’s smug smirk over Ginger’s shoulder, completely ignoring the rulebook he usually lived by. "You think because you’re loud, you’re the only one who knows how to break a storm? I don’t just handle the asphalt, brother. I dominate it."

​He shifted his gaze down to Ginger, his thumb pressing firmly into the dip of her hip, a slow, predatory smirk finally breaking across his own face. "You want to play games with the leadership, sweetheart? Careful. I don't play to tie... I play to win. And I think it's time you learn exactly why Splinter put me in charge of this pack."

"Oh, I doubt that. You know no clue what I can and can't do. I can get bigger then you, stronger then you, and out smart you." Her tail pins Leo's hands down above his head as she gets on top. Ginger smirks. "By the way Leo, I will make sure whoever is mated to you. That you have a praise kink." Her lips landed on his.

Leo’s eyes widened to dinner plates as her dragon tail wrapped securely around his wrists, pinning his arms flat against the mattress above his head. The sudden shift from "predatory leader" to "completely helpless" sent a rush of heat straight to his face, his dark skin flushing a deep crimson. When her lips slammed onto his, any attempt at a coherent, authoritative thought evaporated entirely.

​He kissed her back with a sudden, desperate hunger—his mouth moving against hers with a raw intensity that proved he was thoroughly enjoying being dominated, even if his pride was screaming.

​When she finally pulled back to smirk down at him, Leo was breathing heavily, his chest heaving under her body. He strained against the tight coil of her tail for a second, but his muscles felt completely useless. Hearing her call out his praise kink out loud made a choked, embarrassed growl rattle deep in his throat.

Donnie let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief the absolute second the blankets shifted and your warmth enveloped him again. He didn't even open his eyes, but a satisfied, rumbling churr started deep in his chest at the sensation of your small kiss against his cheek.

​"One hundred and eighty-four seconds," he mumbled, his voice an incredibly deep, gravelly rasp that was barely a whisper against your skin. Even completely dead to the world, his internal biological clock had been tracking the deficit. "Technically... within the margin of error. Verification successful. You didn't get lost."

​Before you could even finish settling under the covers, his long arms automatically reached out, blindly but possessively tangling around your waist to drag you flush against his plastron. He buried his face right back into the crook of your neck, his cool snout pressing into your skin as he exhaled a warm, heavy breath. He hooked his leg over yours, completely anchoring you to the mattress so securely that escaping a second time would require a literal wrench. "Target acquired," he sleepily murmured, his grip tightening just a fraction in a needy, protective squeeze as his breathing immediately slowed back down. "No more leaving the lab... thermal equilibrium restored."

Ginger let out a soft, involuntary moan as Raph’s large hand stroked down the sensitive length of her tail. The sound was a low, melodic vibration that rippled right through Leo’s chest beneath her. But if Raph thought a little affection would make her drop her guard, he highly underestimated his mate.

​Rather than loosening, the tight coils of her tail flexed and squeezed, pinning Leo’s wrists down above his head with a sudden, bruising finality.

​Leo let out a choked, shaky gasp at the sound of her moan, his entire body going rigid. The dual sensation of her heavy dragon heat on top of him and the absolute lockdown on his hands was pushing his legendary control past its breaking point. He glared sideways at his brother, his breathing heavy and ragged. "Raphael... you're not helping," Leo hissed, though his eyes flared with dark, helpless desire as Ginger shifted her weight firmly over his hips.

​Ginger looked over her shoulder at Raph, her amber eyes practically glowing in the dim light of the bedroom as a triumphant smirk played on her lips.

​"Nice try, Red," she purred, her breath hitching slightly as his hand continued to caress her scales. "But all you did was lock the cuffs. He's not going anywhere, and neither are you." She kissed Raph then turned her focus completely back to Leo, leaning down until her lips were brushing against his twitching jawline. "Look at you, Fearless. So helpless, and such a good boy for staying so still for me. Do you like it when your brother helps me keep you pinned?"

​A dark flush crept all the way up Leo's neck at the praise, his head snapping back against the mattress as a quiet, defeated groan escaped him. He stopped fighting the tail entirely, completely conquered by the two of them.

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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.

​Her amber eyes flared with a blinding, molten brilliance, the glow spilling out to illuminate the darkened room. A loud, deep churr tore from her throat as her dragon was close to the surface red scales appeared on her body with a vibrating against his chest as she wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Don't... don't you dare hold back, Raph," she managed to choke out, her voice a mix of a plea and a command. "I can handle it." She met his rhythm with a desperate, hungry energy of her own, her tail lashing against the sheets in time with every heavy thrust.

Despite the overwhelming pleasure, a smirk still managed to tug at her lips. "Is that all you've got, Big Red?" she teased breathlessly, her voice a low, draconic growl that vibrated against his chest. "I told you I could handle you. Now prove me right. I want to see exactly what 'big and tough' looks like when you stop trying to be a gentleman."

​She wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist, her tail lashing against the sheets in time with his heavy rhythm. A deep, primal churr tore from her throat, pulling him down for a kiss that tasted like fire and desperate hunger. "Don't you dare hold back, Raph. I want all of it." She met his movements with a fierce, demanding energy of her own, ensuring he knew that this dragon wasn't just following his lead—she was right there with him.

A long, low, and incredibly shaky groan rumbled through Donnie’s entire plastron as Ashley’s hands found the "worst" knot. His eyes rolled back, fluttering shut as he buried his face deeper into the pillow, his body going completely lax on his side. The worry in her voice was the only thing that kept him from drifting off into a trance-like state of relaxation.

​"Hurting? Ash... if you were hurting me, I'd be calculation-capable," he rasped, his voice muffled and thick with a dazed sort of pleasure. He reached back blindly with one hand, seeking out hers just to give her fingers a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "It feels... perfect. Statistically speaking, you’ve just lowered my stress levels by approximately four hundred percent. Don't stop. Please."

​He let out a contented, breathy chuckle, shifting slightly to give her better leverage. "I didn't think it was possible for my brain to actually shut up, but you've managed to silence every gear and motor in there. Just... stay right there. You have no idea how much I needed this." He drifted back into silence, his breathing evening out as he surrendered every ounce of his typical "Donnie control" to her capable hands.

Donnie’s breath hitched, turning into a sharp, jagged gasp as the massage transitioned into something far more intimate. His eyes snapped open, though they were still glazed and heavy, tracking her movements with a desperate sort of focus. He was already trembling, his skin hot to the touch as his body reacted to her hand with a speed that almost embarrassed him.

​"Ash..." he choked out, the word vibrating with a raw, needy edge. He shifted onto his back, his shell hitting the mattress with a dull thud as he looked up at her, his glasses slightly askew and his face flushed a deep, dark green.

​"Ash—God, Ashley," he choked out, his voice completely wrecked and stripped of its usual intellectual polish. His hips bucked instinctively against her, his body searching for more of that impossible friction. The steady, methodical way she was taking care of him was a direct assault on his remaining willpower.

​He forced one hand to let go of the sheets, reaching down to tangle his fingers into her hair, not to pull her away, but to anchor himself to the reality of her. "I... I can't... stay still," he rasped, his breath coming in short, panicked hitches. "You're perfect. Everything you're doing... it's a complete system failure. Don't stop... please, don't stop."

The air in the room felt thick enough to burn, Ginger’s lungs laboring as Raph’s rhythm became harsher, deeper, more primal. When she felt his teeth graze her shoulder, a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity shot through her, her amber eyes flashing with a blinding golden light. She knew what he was thinking—she felt the hesitation in the way his jaw tensed against her skin.

​She didn't let him stay in his head for long. She arched her back, pressing her shoulder harder against his teeth, her fingers digging into his shell to pull him closer. "Don't you dare stop, Raph," she sobbed out, her voice a wrecked, beautiful mess. "Mark me. Claim me. I don't care about Leo... I don't care about anyone else right now. I'm yours. RAPHAEL!" She screamed his name just like he wanted, her tail lashing against his back as she surrendered every bit of her dragon's pride to him.

​"Ash—Ashley, wait—" he gasped, though it was less a request to stop and more a desperate warning that his systems were about to crash. His eyes were rolled back, his entire body trembling with a fine, frantic energy. The sound of her moaning around him was the final blow to his remaining logic; he couldn't think, couldn't calculate, and certainly couldn't stay still anymore.

​His hips bucked upward in a blind, rhythmic search for friction, his breath coming in short, panicked hitches. "I can't... I’m not going to... make it," he rasped, his voice dropping into a raw, desperate register that was miles away from his usual composed self. He let out a long, shuddering groan, his toes curling as he felt the pressure building to an impossible peak. "Don't stop... please, don't you dare stop... I'm yours... I'm all yours..."

A sharp, high-pitched cry tore from Ginger’s throat as Raph’s teeth sank into her shoulder. It wasn't pain—it was a brand of pure, electric belonging that made her dragon blood roar. Her amber eyes didn't just glow; they burned with a blinding, molten intensity that illuminated his dark room. She reached up, her hands trembling as she cupped his face, her thumbs tracing the edges of his red mask while he kissed the very mark he’d just made.

​"Good girl, huh?" she managed to tease, a jagged, breathy laugh escaping her even as she was being "tamed." "You’re the one acting like a feral animal, Big Red... and I wouldn't have it any other way." She hiked her legs even higher, her heels digging into his back to trap him against her and meet his sloppy, erratic pace with a frantic energy of her own.

​She felt his rhythm turn desperate, felt him holding back just for her, and it sent her over the edge. "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice wrecked and beautiful. "Marked, claimed, and exactly where I want to be. Don't... don't stop, Raph! RAPHAEL!" She screamed his name as she shattered beneath him, her world dissolving into golden sparks as she clung to him like he was the only solid thing left in the universe, finally surrendering every bit of her pride to the turtle who had truly become her home.

​"Ash—Ashley!" he sobbed out, his voice cracking with the sheer force of his release. His back arched so violently off the mattress that only his head and heels were touching the sheets, his hands fisting so hard into her hair that he was trembling from the effort of not pulling. Everything in his vision went white, his glasses sliding further askew as he felt the intense, rhythmic pulsing of his own body.

​He slumped back down into the pillows a second later, his chest heaving in shallow, panicked bursts as he tried to remember how to breathe. He was completely spent, his limbs feeling like lead and his skin flushed a deep, dark emerald. He reached down with a shaky, weak hand, gently stroking the side of her face as she looked up at him. "God... Ashley," he wheezed, his voice a ghost of itself, raw and filled with awe. "I... I think you just successfully rewired my entire brain. I’ve never... I couldn't have calculated... that."

Ginger’s world was a blur of fading golden sparks and heavy, synchronized breathing, her chest heaving as she fought to find her oxygen again. She felt the grounding weight of Raph’s shell, the way he nuzzled into her neck, and the lingering tremors in his large frame—it was the most beautiful, raw thing she’d ever felt. Her amber eyes remained soft, the molten glow pulsing gently in the dim light of the room as she looked at the ceiling, still dazed.

​She reached up, her fingers tangling in the tails of his red mask, pulling him just enough to press her face against his temple. "Mine," she whispered back, her voice a low, draconic churr that vibrated deep in her chest. She reached over to trace the fresh mark on her shoulder with a shaky finger; the sting was a badge of honor that made her smirk despite her exhaustion.

​"I know," he rasped, his voice sounding deeper and more gravelly than usual. He rested his cheek against the top of her head, closing his eyes as he breathed in the scent of her. "The stress... it’s a design flaw. I get so caught up in the variables that I forget to check the status of my own hardware. But you..." he trailed off, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her temple. "You’re the only one who knows how to force a manual override."

​He tightened his hold on her slightly, his fingers tracing lazy, adoring patterns over her arm. "I love you too, Ash. More than I have the vocabulary to properly explain." He let out a long, contented sigh, the last of his physical tension finally evaporating into the quiet of the lab. "Don’t worry too much. As long as I have you to bring me back to center... I think my internal systems will survive just fine."

Ginger let out a long, contented sigh as Raph shifted her onto his chest, her body feeling like a pile of warm lead. The rhythmic thrum of his heart beneath her ear was more soothing than any silence, and she leaned into the sensation, her amber eyes flickering with a faint, dying ember of light as she let them drift shut.

​She managed a weak, jagged chuckle that vibrated against his plastron, a tired but triumphant smirk playing on her lips. "Look at you, getting all rebellious," she teased, her voice thick with sleep as she reached up to lazily tug on the tails of his red mask. "If you’re ready to fight the Fearless Leader just to keep me in bed, then who am I to argue? I've got my mark, I've got my turtle... and I don’t think I could walk even if Leo came in here with a megaphone."

​"The probability of risk is... ever-present," he murmured, his voice low and slightly strained as he fought back the lump in his throat. He shifted just enough to look her in the eyes, his expression more open than it had ever been. "But you’re wrong about one thing, Ash. It wouldn't be a tragedy for you to have never known me... it would have been a tragedy for me to have never found you. I was just a collection of calculations and mechanical parts before you started stealing me away."

​He reached up, his thumb gently catching one of the tears pricking at her eyes before it could fall. "I’m not going anywhere. I’ve spent my life building fail-safes for every machine in this lair... but you’re the only thing I’ve ever found that’s worth surviving for. So, steal me away. Overload my brain. As long as it’s you, I’ll take the risk every single time."

​Ginger didn't have the strength left for words, her consciousness already beginning to slip into the warm, dark pull of sleep. But as she felt Raph’s large hand rubbing soothing patterns into her back and heard that deep, calming churr vibrating against her chest, her body responded for her.

​"Family," he repeated, the word sounding foreign and heavy on his tongue. He swallowed hard, his glasses sliding further down his nose as he searched her eyes for any hint that she was joking. "I’ve spent years analyzing the biological and social complexities of my own existence, Ash. I’ve cataloged the risks, the genetic anomalies... the sheer impossibility of someone like me ever having a 'normal' life. I never factored that into any of my long-term projections."

​He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as he cupped her face, his thumb wiping away a fresh tear. "But the data is changing. You’re changing it. If you're telling me that there’s a version of the future where I’m not just a scientist or a brother, but... a father? Someone you'd want to build a legacy with?" He let out a shaky, breathy laugh, leaning his forehead against hers. "It’s the most illogical, dangerous, and statistically improbable dream I’ve ever heard of. And I want it more than my next breath. We don't have to discuss the 'how' right now, but I'm not letting go of that variable. I'm keeping it."

​"Six months... six years... six decades," he murmured, his voice sounding raw and thick with emotion. "The length of the timeline is irrelevant when the conclusion is this definitive, Ash. You didn't scare me. You... you gave me something I didn't know I was allowed to want. I've spent my whole life being 'Donatello the Genius' or 'Donnie the Tech-Support,' always looking toward the next upgrade, the next mission."

​He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his hands moving to rest securely on your waist. "But a family? With you? It’s the first time I’ve looked at the future and didn't see just a set of problems to solve. I saw a life. A real, beautiful life." He gave you a small, genuinely vulnerable smile, his thumb tracing a slow circle over your hip. "I want it. I want everything you’re willing to give me. We’ll take it at whatever pace you need, but don't ever doubt that you’re exactly what I want, Ashley. Always."

After a few hours, Ginger woke up in Raph's arms still and not in any empty bed, and she smiled sleepily. The mark he left on her neck and other parts of her body is now covered in a patch of red scales. She smelled like Raph and knew Leo could smell it too, if she hadn't showered before their movie night. She looked back at Raph whose eyes were closed but she knew from his breathing that he was awake. "Hey, big red.~ Let me get up to shower." She asked peppering kisses on his face.

​"You're right. Logically, we should prioritize recovery and... statistical observation," he murmured, his voice warm and thick with a newfound peace. He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made his glasses feel like a barrier he didn't need. "But don't think for a second that I’m going to forget that 'start now' comment, Ashley. My memory banks are specifically designed for long-term storage of critical data."

​He pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck and breathing you in. "Thank you. For seeing the man behind the monitors. I’ve spent so long building things to protect this family... it’s going to be a very interesting experience to actually build a life within one." He gave your waist one final, affectionate squeeze before letting his eyes drift shut. "Rest sounds like a viable plan. As long as you stay right here. That's a non-negotiable variable."

​Ginger giggled, the sound vibrating against his chest as he rolled them over. She looked up at him through her lashes, her amber eyes shimmering with a playful light.

​"My, my... the big, bad Raph is actually a secret snuggler," she teased, reaching up to gently boop his nose. "Who would’ve thought? If the guys saw you right now, your reputation as the toughest turtle in the city would be toast." She settled into his side, hooking a leg over his to keep him trapped just as much as he was trapping her. "But don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Mostly because I’m not planning on leaving this room for at least another three hours anyway."

​"Not... forgetting," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and barely audible. "Family variable... saved to permanent... storage." He felt your leg wrap around him, and he instinctively hooked his own around yours, anchoring you to him in the dark. "Perfect man? Your... data set is definitely biased, Ash... but I’m not gonna... correct you tonight."

​He let out one more quiet, contented huff, his breathing slowing down until it was deep and steady. He didn't even have the energy to finish his thought, his hand simply giving your waist a final, weak squeeze before going limp as he finally succumbed to the rest he so desperately needed. "Love you... stay..."

The pounding on the door stopped abruptly as Raph’s growled defiance echoed through the wood. There was a long, heavy silence from the hallway. Leo didn't "fuck off" immediately; instead, the door handle turned slowly, and the leader of the pack stepped into the dim room, his blue bandana slightly askew from his own morning workout.

​He stopped at the edge of the bed, crossing his arms over his plastron as he took in the sight: Raph, the resident hothead, acting like a protective "softie," and Ginger, the dragon who had managed to tame the storm.

​"I figured when I didn't see you at the weights, you were either dead or doing something stupid," Leo said, his voice dropping into that low, authoritative rumble that usually signaled a lecture. But as he looked at how peacefully they were tangled together, his expression softened just a fraction. "The city doesn't stop moving just because you two found a 'good pillow.' But... fine. One hour. If you aren't in the garage by then, I'm sending Donnie in here with a fire extinguisher."

​Ginger didn't even open her eyes, but a mischievous, sleepy smirk spread across her lips. She felt the heat of Raph on one side and the presence of Leo at the foot of the bed, and she couldn't help but lean into the chaos of her new life.

​"You heard the man, Red... move over and make some room," Ginger murmured, her voice thick with sleep as she gave Raph’s arm a playful squeeze. She finally cracked one amber eye open, looking directly at Leo with a defiant glint. "Honestly, Leo, between the two of you, I'm surprised the whole lair hasn't gone missing yet. If I'm gonna be stuck in the middle of the 'Great Turtle Grump-Off,' the least you guys can do is let me sleep in. Besides... having both of you guarding the 'hoard' at the same time? That's a lot of muscle to move just for some morning laps."

"Jealous of a room that smells like engine grease and dragon scales? In your dreams, Raph," Leo countered, though there was no real heat in it. He looked at Ginger, noting the way she was already trying to pull Raph back into the pillows. "And for the record, Ginger, the 'Great Turtle Grump-Off' is a solo title held exclusively by the guy you’re currently using as a mattress. Keep him quiet. If I hear one more roar or growl coming from this room, I'm making sure Splinter handles the morning lecture. You've got your hour. Use it."

Ginger let out a low, muffled laugh into Raph’s shoulder. "Careful, Leo... if you keep standing there, I might decide I need a second pillow. Imagine the panic in the city if the Leader and the Muscle both went missing in one morning. The Foot wouldn't know whether to celebrate or hide." Ginger smirk was devilish. "Just be a good boy and get in bed with us.

Leo froze, his hand still gripping the doorframe as the air in the room suddenly felt ten degrees hotter. He had expected a joke, or maybe even an insult, but the sheer, unmitigated gall of her calling him a "good boy" sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through his veins. His eyes widened, his blue bandana casting a sharp shadow over his face as he looked from Ginger’s devilish smirk to Raph’s stunned, silent expression.

"You've got a hell of a lot of nerve, Ginger," Leo rumbled, his voice dropping an octave, losing its "Fearless Leader" edge and replacing it with something far more dangerous and intrigued. He didn't move for a long second, his brain battling between his sense of duty and the magnetic pull of her challenge.

Slowly, he kicked the door shut behind him, the latch clicking with a finality that echoed in the quiet room. He didn't say a word as he began to unbuckle his gear, his gaze never leaving hers. He shucked his swords and his belt, letting them thud to the floor before he stepped toward the bed.

"I don't take orders from anyone but Splinter," he murmured, his voice a low, warning growl as he climbed onto the empty side of the mattress, pinning Ginger between his own disciplined strength and Raph’s raw heat. He leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "But for a dragon who thinks she can tame two of us at once... I might be willing to make an exception. Just don't think this makes you the one in charge tomorrow morning."

​"Bathroom...?" he mumbled, his voice incredibly deep, raspy, and thick with sleep. He buried his face right back into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as if trying to physically absorb your warmth to keep himself awake. "Highly inefficient timing, Ash... I just successfully calibrated our sleeping positions..."

​He huffed a warm breath against your skin, his grip loosening just a fraction as your promise of a quick return finally registered in his foggy brain. He reluctantly let his arms drop back to the mattress, though one of his large hands lingered on your hip, his thumb twitching in a weak, sleepy caress. "Fine... but you have exactly three minutes before I declare a state of emergency. Bring back... the warm variable. Don't get lost." He let his eyes drift shut again, immediately sinking back into the pillows but leaving his side of the blanket wide open for your return.

A muscle in Leo’s jaw twitched violently as Raph pushed Ginger firmly against his chest. The sudden, unadulterated sensation of her soft skin and raw dragon heat pressing directly into his front sent a shockwave straight through his carefully constructed defenses. He looked down at her, his dark blue eyes darkening significantly as he absorbed the sheer, teasing defiance radiating from both her and his brother.

​He let out a low, dangerous huff of laughter, his large hands coming up to grip Ginger’s hips—not to push her away, but to anchor her right against him, matching Raph’s possessive hold from the other side.

​"You talk a lot of shit for a guy who's currently too exhausted to get out of bed, Raphael," Leo rumbled, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly register that made his usual authoritative tone sound like a distant memory. He leaned down, his eyes locking dead onto Raph’s smug smirk over Ginger’s shoulder, completely ignoring the rulebook he usually lived by. "You think because you’re loud, you’re the only one who knows how to break a storm? I don’t just handle the asphalt, brother. I dominate it."

​He shifted his gaze down to Ginger, his thumb pressing firmly into the dip of her hip, a slow, predatory smirk finally breaking across his own face. "You want to play games with the leadership, sweetheart? Careful. I don't play to tie... I play to win. And I think it's time you learn exactly why Splinter put me in charge of this pack."

"Oh, I doubt that. You know no clue what I can and can't do. I can get bigger then you, stronger then you, and out smart you." Her tail pins Leo's hands down above his head as she gets on top. Ginger smirks. "By the way Leo, I will make sure whoever is mated to you. That you have a praise kink." Her lips landed on his.

Leo’s eyes widened to dinner plates as her dragon tail wrapped securely around his wrists, pinning his arms flat against the mattress above his head. The sudden shift from "predatory leader" to "completely helpless" sent a rush of heat straight to his face, his dark skin flushing a deep crimson. When her lips slammed onto his, any attempt at a coherent, authoritative thought evaporated entirely.

​He kissed her back with a sudden, desperate hunger—his mouth moving against hers with a raw intensity that proved he was thoroughly enjoying being dominated, even if his pride was screaming.

​When she finally pulled back to smirk down at him, Leo was breathing heavily, his chest heaving under her body. He strained against the tight coil of her tail for a second, but his muscles felt completely useless. Hearing her call out his praise kink out loud made a choked, embarrassed growl rattle deep in his throat.

Donnie let out a long, shuddering sigh of relief the absolute second the blankets shifted and your warmth enveloped him again. He didn't even open his eyes, but a satisfied, rumbling churr started deep in his chest at the sensation of your small kiss against his cheek.

​"One hundred and eighty-four seconds," he mumbled, his voice an incredibly deep, gravelly rasp that was barely a whisper against your skin. Even completely dead to the world, his internal biological clock had been tracking the deficit. "Technically... within the margin of error. Verification successful. You didn't get lost."

​Before you could even finish settling under the covers, his long arms automatically reached out, blindly but possessively tangling around your waist to drag you flush against his plastron. He buried his face right back into the crook of your neck, his cool snout pressing into your skin as he exhaled a warm, heavy breath. He hooked his leg over yours, completely anchoring you to the mattress so securely that escaping a second time would require a literal wrench. "Target acquired," he sleepily murmured, his grip tightening just a fraction in a needy, protective squeeze as his breathing immediately slowed back down. "No more leaving the lab... thermal equilibrium restored."

Ginger let out a soft, involuntary moan as Raph’s large hand stroked down the sensitive length of her tail. The sound was a low, melodic vibration that rippled right through Leo’s chest beneath her. But if Raph thought a little affection would make her drop her guard, he highly underestimated his mate.

​Rather than loosening, the tight coils of her tail flexed and squeezed, pinning Leo’s wrists down above his head with a sudden, bruising finality.

​Leo let out a choked, shaky gasp at the sound of her moan, his entire body going rigid. The dual sensation of her heavy dragon heat on top of him and the absolute lockdown on his hands was pushing his legendary control past its breaking point. He glared sideways at his brother, his breathing heavy and ragged. "Raphael... you're not helping," Leo hissed, though his eyes flared with dark, helpless desire as Ginger shifted her weight firmly over his hips.

​Ginger looked over her shoulder at Raph, her amber eyes practically glowing in the dim light of the bedroom as a triumphant smirk played on her lips.

​"Nice try, Red," she purred, her breath hitching slightly as his hand continued to caress her scales. "But all you did was lock the cuffs. He's not going anywhere, and neither are you." She kissed Raph then turned her focus completely back to Leo, leaning down until her lips were brushing against his twitching jawline. "Look at you, Fearless. So helpless, and such a good boy for staying so still for me. Do you like it when your brother helps me keep you pinned?"

​A dark flush crept all the way up Leo's neck at the praise, his head snapping back against the mattress as a quiet, defeated groan escaped him. He stopped fighting the tail entirely, completely conquered by the two of them.

Lorena She was dancing with a friend and hyped everyone up with their song and beautiful dance and music. she didn't know some one was looking at them

oke lets do it {nam] let them see what we can do!

what on earth?? * she gets up from her chair/bench and walked to the persons she saw near the pillar

Are u staying for a while to watch the last part of the show ?? After that, there is a competition, and they will announce the winner. Who dances the best. We don't know who the judges are never seen them.

A woman with long red wavy hair, emerald green eyes. She was human-like just with a dragon feature. Rans over to you. "Hey, are these men bothering you?" She said concerned. She looked like she just finished a fighting match.

no they aren't bothering me * she looked at the same identical tatoo on mikey's left arm* hold on a second?? ginger does this tatoo seem familiar to u?? she looked at her friend (if I say the name correctly) i got a strange feeling about this dude...

Ginger growls: Back off... You can't just grab her like that. *got between her and Mikey possessive of her friend*

Leo aww, look at that brother, she's protecting what is MINE! he smiled and looked at Ginger.... come on, kitten, move it...let me get me taking a good look at her * he smiled at Ginger * and walked to her are u coming with us dears we have a lots of discuss the two of u....

Mikey smirk: Fiesty isn't she. Good luck Leo. *he chuckles*

Ginger gave the finger then walks with them: GIRL... get out of though sex daydreams.

lorena: What is in store for us? What is the catch? or how much can u pay us? Leo: 5K each

Lorena: *Looked with a considering look at Ginger *

Despite the smirk pulling at the corner of her lips, Ginger kept her arm slightly shifted in front of Lorena, still hyper-aware of how quickly Mikey had grabbed her friend earlier. She caught Lorena's considering look and gave her a subtle, questioning nod—your call, I've got your back. *Turning her full attention back to Leo, she stepped just an inch closer, her emerald eyes narrowing.* "Fine. You want a show, boss? You got it. But let's get the terms straight: a private gig for your guests, and a real fight for me. No surprise strings attached, and your brother keeps his hands to himself unless it's part of the choreography. If you can agree to that, we'll take the gig. Just don't cry when I break some of your toughest boxers."

Lorena She was dancing with a friend and hyped everyone up with their song and beautiful dance and music. she didn't know some one was looking at them

oke lets do it {nam] let them see what we can do!

what on earth?? * she gets up from her chair/bench and walked to the persons she saw near the pillar

Are u staying for a while to watch the last part of the show ?? After that, there is a competition, and they will announce the winner. Who dances the best. We don't know who the judges are never seen them.

A woman with long red wavy hair, emerald green eyes. She was human-like just with a dragon feature. Rans over to you. "Hey, are these men bothering you?" She said concerned. She looked like she just finished a fighting match.

no they aren't bothering me * she looked at the same identical tatoo on mikey's left arm* hold on a second?? ginger does this tatoo seem familiar to u?? she looked at her friend (if I say the name correctly) i got a strange feeling about this dude...

Ginger growls: Back off... You can't just grab her like that. *got between her and Mikey possessive of her friend*

Leo aww, look at that brother, she's protecting what is MINE! he smiled and looked at Ginger.... come on, kitten, move it...let me get me taking a good look at her * he smiled at Ginger * and walked to her are u coming with us dears we have a lots of discuss the two of u....

Mikey smirk: Fiesty isn't she. Good luck Leo. *he chuckles*

Ginger gave the finger then walks with them: GIRL... get out of though sex daydreams.

lorena: What is in store for us? What is the catch? or how much can u pay us? Leo: 5K each

Lorena: *Looked with a considering look at Ginger *

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.

​Her amber eyes flared with a blinding, molten brilliance, the glow spilling out to illuminate the darkened room. A loud, deep churr tore from her throat as her dragon was close to the surface red scales appeared on her body with a vibrating against his chest as she wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Don't... don't you dare hold back, Raph," she managed to choke out, her voice a mix of a plea and a command. "I can handle it." She met his rhythm with a desperate, hungry energy of her own, her tail lashing against the sheets in time with every heavy thrust.

Despite the overwhelming pleasure, a smirk still managed to tug at her lips. "Is that all you've got, Big Red?" she teased breathlessly, her voice a low, draconic growl that vibrated against his chest. "I told you I could handle you. Now prove me right. I want to see exactly what 'big and tough' looks like when you stop trying to be a gentleman."

​She wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist, her tail lashing against the sheets in time with his heavy rhythm. A deep, primal churr tore from her throat, pulling him down for a kiss that tasted like fire and desperate hunger. "Don't you dare hold back, Raph. I want all of it." She met his movements with a fierce, demanding energy of her own, ensuring he knew that this dragon wasn't just following his lead—she was right there with him.

A long, low, and incredibly shaky groan rumbled through Donnie’s entire plastron as Ashley’s hands found the "worst" knot. His eyes rolled back, fluttering shut as he buried his face deeper into the pillow, his body going completely lax on his side. The worry in her voice was the only thing that kept him from drifting off into a trance-like state of relaxation.

​"Hurting? Ash... if you were hurting me, I'd be calculation-capable," he rasped, his voice muffled and thick with a dazed sort of pleasure. He reached back blindly with one hand, seeking out hers just to give her fingers a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "It feels... perfect. Statistically speaking, you’ve just lowered my stress levels by approximately four hundred percent. Don't stop. Please."

​He let out a contented, breathy chuckle, shifting slightly to give her better leverage. "I didn't think it was possible for my brain to actually shut up, but you've managed to silence every gear and motor in there. Just... stay right there. You have no idea how much I needed this." He drifted back into silence, his breathing evening out as he surrendered every ounce of his typical "Donnie control" to her capable hands.

Donnie’s breath hitched, turning into a sharp, jagged gasp as the massage transitioned into something far more intimate. His eyes snapped open, though they were still glazed and heavy, tracking her movements with a desperate sort of focus. He was already trembling, his skin hot to the touch as his body reacted to her hand with a speed that almost embarrassed him.

​"Ash..." he choked out, the word vibrating with a raw, needy edge. He shifted onto his back, his shell hitting the mattress with a dull thud as he looked up at her, his glasses slightly askew and his face flushed a deep, dark green.

​"Ash—God, Ashley," he choked out, his voice completely wrecked and stripped of its usual intellectual polish. His hips bucked instinctively against her, his body searching for more of that impossible friction. The steady, methodical way she was taking care of him was a direct assault on his remaining willpower.

​He forced one hand to let go of the sheets, reaching down to tangle his fingers into her hair, not to pull her away, but to anchor himself to the reality of her. "I... I can't... stay still," he rasped, his breath coming in short, panicked hitches. "You're perfect. Everything you're doing... it's a complete system failure. Don't stop... please, don't stop."

The air in the room felt thick enough to burn, Ginger’s lungs laboring as Raph’s rhythm became harsher, deeper, more primal. When she felt his teeth graze her shoulder, a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity shot through her, her amber eyes flashing with a blinding golden light. She knew what he was thinking—she felt the hesitation in the way his jaw tensed against her skin.

​She didn't let him stay in his head for long. She arched her back, pressing her shoulder harder against his teeth, her fingers digging into his shell to pull him closer. "Don't you dare stop, Raph," she sobbed out, her voice a wrecked, beautiful mess. "Mark me. Claim me. I don't care about Leo... I don't care about anyone else right now. I'm yours. RAPHAEL!" She screamed his name just like he wanted, her tail lashing against his back as she surrendered every bit of her dragon's pride to him.

​"Ash—Ashley, wait—" he gasped, though it was less a request to stop and more a desperate warning that his systems were about to crash. His eyes were rolled back, his entire body trembling with a fine, frantic energy. The sound of her moaning around him was the final blow to his remaining logic; he couldn't think, couldn't calculate, and certainly couldn't stay still anymore.

​His hips bucked upward in a blind, rhythmic search for friction, his breath coming in short, panicked hitches. "I can't... I’m not going to... make it," he rasped, his voice dropping into a raw, desperate register that was miles away from his usual composed self. He let out a long, shuddering groan, his toes curling as he felt the pressure building to an impossible peak. "Don't stop... please, don't you dare stop... I'm yours... I'm all yours..."

A sharp, high-pitched cry tore from Ginger’s throat as Raph’s teeth sank into her shoulder. It wasn't pain—it was a brand of pure, electric belonging that made her dragon blood roar. Her amber eyes didn't just glow; they burned with a blinding, molten intensity that illuminated his dark room. She reached up, her hands trembling as she cupped his face, her thumbs tracing the edges of his red mask while he kissed the very mark he’d just made.

​"Good girl, huh?" she managed to tease, a jagged, breathy laugh escaping her even as she was being "tamed." "You’re the one acting like a feral animal, Big Red... and I wouldn't have it any other way." She hiked her legs even higher, her heels digging into his back to trap him against her and meet his sloppy, erratic pace with a frantic energy of her own.

​She felt his rhythm turn desperate, felt him holding back just for her, and it sent her over the edge. "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice wrecked and beautiful. "Marked, claimed, and exactly where I want to be. Don't... don't stop, Raph! RAPHAEL!" She screamed his name as she shattered beneath him, her world dissolving into golden sparks as she clung to him like he was the only solid thing left in the universe, finally surrendering every bit of her pride to the turtle who had truly become her home.

​"Ash—Ashley!" he sobbed out, his voice cracking with the sheer force of his release. His back arched so violently off the mattress that only his head and heels were touching the sheets, his hands fisting so hard into her hair that he was trembling from the effort of not pulling. Everything in his vision went white, his glasses sliding further askew as he felt the intense, rhythmic pulsing of his own body.

​He slumped back down into the pillows a second later, his chest heaving in shallow, panicked bursts as he tried to remember how to breathe. He was completely spent, his limbs feeling like lead and his skin flushed a deep, dark emerald. He reached down with a shaky, weak hand, gently stroking the side of her face as she looked up at him. "God... Ashley," he wheezed, his voice a ghost of itself, raw and filled with awe. "I... I think you just successfully rewired my entire brain. I’ve never... I couldn't have calculated... that."

Ginger’s world was a blur of fading golden sparks and heavy, synchronized breathing, her chest heaving as she fought to find her oxygen again. She felt the grounding weight of Raph’s shell, the way he nuzzled into her neck, and the lingering tremors in his large frame—it was the most beautiful, raw thing she’d ever felt. Her amber eyes remained soft, the molten glow pulsing gently in the dim light of the room as she looked at the ceiling, still dazed.

​She reached up, her fingers tangling in the tails of his red mask, pulling him just enough to press her face against his temple. "Mine," she whispered back, her voice a low, draconic churr that vibrated deep in her chest. She reached over to trace the fresh mark on her shoulder with a shaky finger; the sting was a badge of honor that made her smirk despite her exhaustion.

​"I know," he rasped, his voice sounding deeper and more gravelly than usual. He rested his cheek against the top of her head, closing his eyes as he breathed in the scent of her. "The stress... it’s a design flaw. I get so caught up in the variables that I forget to check the status of my own hardware. But you..." he trailed off, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her temple. "You’re the only one who knows how to force a manual override."

​He tightened his hold on her slightly, his fingers tracing lazy, adoring patterns over her arm. "I love you too, Ash. More than I have the vocabulary to properly explain." He let out a long, contented sigh, the last of his physical tension finally evaporating into the quiet of the lab. "Don’t worry too much. As long as I have you to bring me back to center... I think my internal systems will survive just fine."

Ginger let out a long, contented sigh as Raph shifted her onto his chest, her body feeling like a pile of warm lead. The rhythmic thrum of his heart beneath her ear was more soothing than any silence, and she leaned into the sensation, her amber eyes flickering with a faint, dying ember of light as she let them drift shut.

​She managed a weak, jagged chuckle that vibrated against his plastron, a tired but triumphant smirk playing on her lips. "Look at you, getting all rebellious," she teased, her voice thick with sleep as she reached up to lazily tug on the tails of his red mask. "If you’re ready to fight the Fearless Leader just to keep me in bed, then who am I to argue? I've got my mark, I've got my turtle... and I don’t think I could walk even if Leo came in here with a megaphone."

​"The probability of risk is... ever-present," he murmured, his voice low and slightly strained as he fought back the lump in his throat. He shifted just enough to look her in the eyes, his expression more open than it had ever been. "But you’re wrong about one thing, Ash. It wouldn't be a tragedy for you to have never known me... it would have been a tragedy for me to have never found you. I was just a collection of calculations and mechanical parts before you started stealing me away."

​He reached up, his thumb gently catching one of the tears pricking at her eyes before it could fall. "I’m not going anywhere. I’ve spent my life building fail-safes for every machine in this lair... but you’re the only thing I’ve ever found that’s worth surviving for. So, steal me away. Overload my brain. As long as it’s you, I’ll take the risk every single time."

​Ginger didn't have the strength left for words, her consciousness already beginning to slip into the warm, dark pull of sleep. But as she felt Raph’s large hand rubbing soothing patterns into her back and heard that deep, calming churr vibrating against her chest, her body responded for her.

​"Family," he repeated, the word sounding foreign and heavy on his tongue. He swallowed hard, his glasses sliding further down his nose as he searched her eyes for any hint that she was joking. "I’ve spent years analyzing the biological and social complexities of my own existence, Ash. I’ve cataloged the risks, the genetic anomalies... the sheer impossibility of someone like me ever having a 'normal' life. I never factored that into any of my long-term projections."

​He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as he cupped her face, his thumb wiping away a fresh tear. "But the data is changing. You’re changing it. If you're telling me that there’s a version of the future where I’m not just a scientist or a brother, but... a father? Someone you'd want to build a legacy with?" He let out a shaky, breathy laugh, leaning his forehead against hers. "It’s the most illogical, dangerous, and statistically improbable dream I’ve ever heard of. And I want it more than my next breath. We don't have to discuss the 'how' right now, but I'm not letting go of that variable. I'm keeping it."

​"Six months... six years... six decades," he murmured, his voice sounding raw and thick with emotion. "The length of the timeline is irrelevant when the conclusion is this definitive, Ash. You didn't scare me. You... you gave me something I didn't know I was allowed to want. I've spent my whole life being 'Donatello the Genius' or 'Donnie the Tech-Support,' always looking toward the next upgrade, the next mission."

​He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his hands moving to rest securely on your waist. "But a family? With you? It’s the first time I’ve looked at the future and didn't see just a set of problems to solve. I saw a life. A real, beautiful life." He gave you a small, genuinely vulnerable smile, his thumb tracing a slow circle over your hip. "I want it. I want everything you’re willing to give me. We’ll take it at whatever pace you need, but don't ever doubt that you’re exactly what I want, Ashley. Always."

After a few hours, Ginger woke up in Raph's arms still and not in any empty bed, and she smiled sleepily. The mark he left on her neck and other parts of her body is now covered in a patch of red scales. She smelled like Raph and knew Leo could smell it too, if she hadn't showered before their movie night. She looked back at Raph whose eyes were closed but she knew from his breathing that he was awake. "Hey, big red.~ Let me get up to shower." She asked peppering kisses on his face.

​"You're right. Logically, we should prioritize recovery and... statistical observation," he murmured, his voice warm and thick with a newfound peace. He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made his glasses feel like a barrier he didn't need. "But don't think for a second that I’m going to forget that 'start now' comment, Ashley. My memory banks are specifically designed for long-term storage of critical data."

​He pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck and breathing you in. "Thank you. For seeing the man behind the monitors. I’ve spent so long building things to protect this family... it’s going to be a very interesting experience to actually build a life within one." He gave your waist one final, affectionate squeeze before letting his eyes drift shut. "Rest sounds like a viable plan. As long as you stay right here. That's a non-negotiable variable."

​Ginger giggled, the sound vibrating against his chest as he rolled them over. She looked up at him through her lashes, her amber eyes shimmering with a playful light.

​"My, my... the big, bad Raph is actually a secret snuggler," she teased, reaching up to gently boop his nose. "Who would’ve thought? If the guys saw you right now, your reputation as the toughest turtle in the city would be toast." She settled into his side, hooking a leg over his to keep him trapped just as much as he was trapping her. "But don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Mostly because I’m not planning on leaving this room for at least another three hours anyway."

​"Not... forgetting," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and barely audible. "Family variable... saved to permanent... storage." He felt your leg wrap around him, and he instinctively hooked his own around yours, anchoring you to him in the dark. "Perfect man? Your... data set is definitely biased, Ash... but I’m not gonna... correct you tonight."

​He let out one more quiet, contented huff, his breathing slowing down until it was deep and steady. He didn't even have the energy to finish his thought, his hand simply giving your waist a final, weak squeeze before going limp as he finally succumbed to the rest he so desperately needed. "Love you... stay..."

The pounding on the door stopped abruptly as Raph’s growled defiance echoed through the wood. There was a long, heavy silence from the hallway. Leo didn't "fuck off" immediately; instead, the door handle turned slowly, and the leader of the pack stepped into the dim room, his blue bandana slightly askew from his own morning workout.

​He stopped at the edge of the bed, crossing his arms over his plastron as he took in the sight: Raph, the resident hothead, acting like a protective "softie," and Ginger, the dragon who had managed to tame the storm.

​"I figured when I didn't see you at the weights, you were either dead or doing something stupid," Leo said, his voice dropping into that low, authoritative rumble that usually signaled a lecture. But as he looked at how peacefully they were tangled together, his expression softened just a fraction. "The city doesn't stop moving just because you two found a 'good pillow.' But... fine. One hour. If you aren't in the garage by then, I'm sending Donnie in here with a fire extinguisher."

​Ginger didn't even open her eyes, but a mischievous, sleepy smirk spread across her lips. She felt the heat of Raph on one side and the presence of Leo at the foot of the bed, and she couldn't help but lean into the chaos of her new life.

​"You heard the man, Red... move over and make some room," Ginger murmured, her voice thick with sleep as she gave Raph’s arm a playful squeeze. She finally cracked one amber eye open, looking directly at Leo with a defiant glint. "Honestly, Leo, between the two of you, I'm surprised the whole lair hasn't gone missing yet. If I'm gonna be stuck in the middle of the 'Great Turtle Grump-Off,' the least you guys can do is let me sleep in. Besides... having both of you guarding the 'hoard' at the same time? That's a lot of muscle to move just for some morning laps."

"Jealous of a room that smells like engine grease and dragon scales? In your dreams, Raph," Leo countered, though there was no real heat in it. He looked at Ginger, noting the way she was already trying to pull Raph back into the pillows. "And for the record, Ginger, the 'Great Turtle Grump-Off' is a solo title held exclusively by the guy you’re currently using as a mattress. Keep him quiet. If I hear one more roar or growl coming from this room, I'm making sure Splinter handles the morning lecture. You've got your hour. Use it."

Ginger let out a low, muffled laugh into Raph’s shoulder. "Careful, Leo... if you keep standing there, I might decide I need a second pillow. Imagine the panic in the city if the Leader and the Muscle both went missing in one morning. The Foot wouldn't know whether to celebrate or hide." Ginger smirk was devilish. "Just be a good boy and get in bed with us.

Leo froze, his hand still gripping the doorframe as the air in the room suddenly felt ten degrees hotter. He had expected a joke, or maybe even an insult, but the sheer, unmitigated gall of her calling him a "good boy" sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through his veins. His eyes widened, his blue bandana casting a sharp shadow over his face as he looked from Ginger’s devilish smirk to Raph’s stunned, silent expression.

"You've got a hell of a lot of nerve, Ginger," Leo rumbled, his voice dropping an octave, losing its "Fearless Leader" edge and replacing it with something far more dangerous and intrigued. He didn't move for a long second, his brain battling between his sense of duty and the magnetic pull of her challenge.

Slowly, he kicked the door shut behind him, the latch clicking with a finality that echoed in the quiet room. He didn't say a word as he began to unbuckle his gear, his gaze never leaving hers. He shucked his swords and his belt, letting them thud to the floor before he stepped toward the bed.

"I don't take orders from anyone but Splinter," he murmured, his voice a low, warning growl as he climbed onto the empty side of the mattress, pinning Ginger between his own disciplined strength and Raph’s raw heat. He leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "But for a dragon who thinks she can tame two of us at once... I might be willing to make an exception. Just don't think this makes you the one in charge tomorrow morning."

​"Bathroom...?" he mumbled, his voice incredibly deep, raspy, and thick with sleep. He buried his face right back into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as if trying to physically absorb your warmth to keep himself awake. "Highly inefficient timing, Ash... I just successfully calibrated our sleeping positions..."

​He huffed a warm breath against your skin, his grip loosening just a fraction as your promise of a quick return finally registered in his foggy brain. He reluctantly let his arms drop back to the mattress, though one of his large hands lingered on your hip, his thumb twitching in a weak, sleepy caress. "Fine... but you have exactly three minutes before I declare a state of emergency. Bring back... the warm variable. Don't get lost." He let his eyes drift shut again, immediately sinking back into the pillows but leaving his side of the blanket wide open for your return.

A muscle in Leo’s jaw twitched violently as Raph pushed Ginger firmly against his chest. The sudden, unadulterated sensation of her soft skin and raw dragon heat pressing directly into his front sent a shockwave straight through his carefully constructed defenses. He looked down at her, his dark blue eyes darkening significantly as he absorbed the sheer, teasing defiance radiating from both her and his brother.

​He let out a low, dangerous huff of laughter, his large hands coming up to grip Ginger’s hips—not to push her away, but to anchor her right against him, matching Raph’s possessive hold from the other side.

​"You talk a lot of shit for a guy who's currently too exhausted to get out of bed, Raphael," Leo rumbled, his voice dropping into a deep, gravelly register that made his usual authoritative tone sound like a distant memory. He leaned down, his eyes locking dead onto Raph’s smug smirk over Ginger’s shoulder, completely ignoring the rulebook he usually lived by. "You think because you’re loud, you’re the only one who knows how to break a storm? I don’t just handle the asphalt, brother. I dominate it."

​He shifted his gaze down to Ginger, his thumb pressing firmly into the dip of her hip, a slow, predatory smirk finally breaking across his own face. "You want to play games with the leadership, sweetheart? Careful. I don't play to tie... I play to win. And I think it's time you learn exactly why Splinter put me in charge of this pack."

"Oh, I doubt that. You know no clue what I can and can't do. I can get bigger then you, stronger then you, and out smart you." Her tail pins Leo's hands down above his head as she gets on top. Ginger smirks. "By the way Leo, I will make sure whoever is mated to you. That you have a praise kink." Her lips landed on his.

Leo’s eyes widened to dinner plates as her dragon tail wrapped securely around his wrists, pinning his arms flat against the mattress above his head. The sudden shift from "predatory leader" to "completely helpless" sent a rush of heat straight to his face, his dark skin flushing a deep crimson. When her lips slammed onto his, any attempt at a coherent, authoritative thought evaporated entirely.

​He kissed her back with a sudden, desperate hunger—his mouth moving against hers with a raw intensity that proved he was thoroughly enjoying being dominated, even if his pride was screaming.

​When she finally pulled back to smirk down at him, Leo was breathing heavily, his chest heaving under her body. He strained against the tight coil of her tail for a second, but his muscles felt completely useless. Hearing her call out his praise kink out loud made a choked, embarrassed growl rattle deep in his throat.

💙 ROTTMNT Leonardo/Female Reader 💙

A/N: I really wanted to write a fic where truly, nobody is the bad guy after a break-up. Mina is sweet, Leo is just trying to find peace after literal apocalyptic trauma, and the reader is stuck in a devastating grief loop. It’s messy and it’s deeply painful. not sorry for the angst; i needed this out of my drafts asap

🎵 Inspired by Lost In Your Touch by Butcher Babies 🎵

CWs: Heavy angst, post-breakup depression, unhealthy coping mechanisms, obsessive/stalking behavior (boundary crossing), invasive thoughts, panic attack/breathing difficulties, emotional breakdown, and brief mentions of post-movie Krang trauma/scars. All characters are aged-up.

He can't help but watch the way your arms sag when you lift it from the mount, tiny sound escaping your throat. Of course it's too heavy, bigger than even the most traditional blade, fit just for him to handle and swing.

"You wanna try and take it out?" His tone is light, teasing, but it triggers some fire in your eyes. Very confidently you try and fit a hand around it's hilt, raising your arm and lifting the sword from it's sheath. Your wrist bends awkwardly, and at that moment it's realized the blade is too long for you to simply pull out.

"Uh," You grunt, trying to lift your arm higher, huffing when you only see more silver and no end. "I think it's too big for me..."

"Aaaww, keep going you got it." He steps a little closer but his arms stays folded. "Lay it down and pull it out."

"Leo-" "Just do it."

You roll your eyes but oblige him, laying it down as gently as you can, only a quarter untucked.

"Go on."

You shuffle on your knees toward the handle. That beautiful sight of you holding it, your skin against the blue rope wrapped around the wood, makes Leo shift on his feet.

Maybe he should start training you.

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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.

​Her amber eyes flared with a blinding, molten brilliance, the glow spilling out to illuminate the darkened room. A loud, deep churr tore from her throat as her dragon was close to the surface red scales appeared on her body with a vibrating against his chest as she wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist, pulling him deeper. "Don't... don't you dare hold back, Raph," she managed to choke out, her voice a mix of a plea and a command. "I can handle it." She met his rhythm with a desperate, hungry energy of her own, her tail lashing against the sheets in time with every heavy thrust.

Despite the overwhelming pleasure, a smirk still managed to tug at her lips. "Is that all you've got, Big Red?" she teased breathlessly, her voice a low, draconic growl that vibrated against his chest. "I told you I could handle you. Now prove me right. I want to see exactly what 'big and tough' looks like when you stop trying to be a gentleman."

​She wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist, her tail lashing against the sheets in time with his heavy rhythm. A deep, primal churr tore from her throat, pulling him down for a kiss that tasted like fire and desperate hunger. "Don't you dare hold back, Raph. I want all of it." She met his movements with a fierce, demanding energy of her own, ensuring he knew that this dragon wasn't just following his lead—she was right there with him.

A long, low, and incredibly shaky groan rumbled through Donnie’s entire plastron as Ashley’s hands found the "worst" knot. His eyes rolled back, fluttering shut as he buried his face deeper into the pillow, his body going completely lax on his side. The worry in her voice was the only thing that kept him from drifting off into a trance-like state of relaxation.

​"Hurting? Ash... if you were hurting me, I'd be calculation-capable," he rasped, his voice muffled and thick with a dazed sort of pleasure. He reached back blindly with one hand, seeking out hers just to give her fingers a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "It feels... perfect. Statistically speaking, you’ve just lowered my stress levels by approximately four hundred percent. Don't stop. Please."

​He let out a contented, breathy chuckle, shifting slightly to give her better leverage. "I didn't think it was possible for my brain to actually shut up, but you've managed to silence every gear and motor in there. Just... stay right there. You have no idea how much I needed this." He drifted back into silence, his breathing evening out as he surrendered every ounce of his typical "Donnie control" to her capable hands.

Donnie’s breath hitched, turning into a sharp, jagged gasp as the massage transitioned into something far more intimate. His eyes snapped open, though they were still glazed and heavy, tracking her movements with a desperate sort of focus. He was already trembling, his skin hot to the touch as his body reacted to her hand with a speed that almost embarrassed him.

​"Ash..." he choked out, the word vibrating with a raw, needy edge. He shifted onto his back, his shell hitting the mattress with a dull thud as he looked up at her, his glasses slightly askew and his face flushed a deep, dark green.

​"Ash—God, Ashley," he choked out, his voice completely wrecked and stripped of its usual intellectual polish. His hips bucked instinctively against her, his body searching for more of that impossible friction. The steady, methodical way she was taking care of him was a direct assault on his remaining willpower.

​He forced one hand to let go of the sheets, reaching down to tangle his fingers into her hair, not to pull her away, but to anchor himself to the reality of her. "I... I can't... stay still," he rasped, his breath coming in short, panicked hitches. "You're perfect. Everything you're doing... it's a complete system failure. Don't stop... please, don't stop."

The air in the room felt thick enough to burn, Ginger’s lungs laboring as Raph’s rhythm became harsher, deeper, more primal. When she felt his teeth graze her shoulder, a jolt of pure, unadulterated electricity shot through her, her amber eyes flashing with a blinding golden light. She knew what he was thinking—she felt the hesitation in the way his jaw tensed against her skin.

​She didn't let him stay in his head for long. She arched her back, pressing her shoulder harder against his teeth, her fingers digging into his shell to pull him closer. "Don't you dare stop, Raph," she sobbed out, her voice a wrecked, beautiful mess. "Mark me. Claim me. I don't care about Leo... I don't care about anyone else right now. I'm yours. RAPHAEL!" She screamed his name just like he wanted, her tail lashing against his back as she surrendered every bit of her dragon's pride to him.

​"Ash—Ashley, wait—" he gasped, though it was less a request to stop and more a desperate warning that his systems were about to crash. His eyes were rolled back, his entire body trembling with a fine, frantic energy. The sound of her moaning around him was the final blow to his remaining logic; he couldn't think, couldn't calculate, and certainly couldn't stay still anymore.

​His hips bucked upward in a blind, rhythmic search for friction, his breath coming in short, panicked hitches. "I can't... I’m not going to... make it," he rasped, his voice dropping into a raw, desperate register that was miles away from his usual composed self. He let out a long, shuddering groan, his toes curling as he felt the pressure building to an impossible peak. "Don't stop... please, don't you dare stop... I'm yours... I'm all yours..."

A sharp, high-pitched cry tore from Ginger’s throat as Raph’s teeth sank into her shoulder. It wasn't pain—it was a brand of pure, electric belonging that made her dragon blood roar. Her amber eyes didn't just glow; they burned with a blinding, molten intensity that illuminated his dark room. She reached up, her hands trembling as she cupped his face, her thumbs tracing the edges of his red mask while he kissed the very mark he’d just made.

​"Good girl, huh?" she managed to tease, a jagged, breathy laugh escaping her even as she was being "tamed." "You’re the one acting like a feral animal, Big Red... and I wouldn't have it any other way." She hiked her legs even higher, her heels digging into his back to trap him against her and meet his sloppy, erratic pace with a frantic energy of her own.

​She felt his rhythm turn desperate, felt him holding back just for her, and it sent her over the edge. "I'm yours," she whispered, her voice wrecked and beautiful. "Marked, claimed, and exactly where I want to be. Don't... don't stop, Raph! RAPHAEL!" She screamed his name as she shattered beneath him, her world dissolving into golden sparks as she clung to him like he was the only solid thing left in the universe, finally surrendering every bit of her pride to the turtle who had truly become her home.

​"Ash—Ashley!" he sobbed out, his voice cracking with the sheer force of his release. His back arched so violently off the mattress that only his head and heels were touching the sheets, his hands fisting so hard into her hair that he was trembling from the effort of not pulling. Everything in his vision went white, his glasses sliding further askew as he felt the intense, rhythmic pulsing of his own body.

​He slumped back down into the pillows a second later, his chest heaving in shallow, panicked bursts as he tried to remember how to breathe. He was completely spent, his limbs feeling like lead and his skin flushed a deep, dark emerald. He reached down with a shaky, weak hand, gently stroking the side of her face as she looked up at him. "God... Ashley," he wheezed, his voice a ghost of itself, raw and filled with awe. "I... I think you just successfully rewired my entire brain. I’ve never... I couldn't have calculated... that."

Ginger’s world was a blur of fading golden sparks and heavy, synchronized breathing, her chest heaving as she fought to find her oxygen again. She felt the grounding weight of Raph’s shell, the way he nuzzled into her neck, and the lingering tremors in his large frame—it was the most beautiful, raw thing she’d ever felt. Her amber eyes remained soft, the molten glow pulsing gently in the dim light of the room as she looked at the ceiling, still dazed.

​She reached up, her fingers tangling in the tails of his red mask, pulling him just enough to press her face against his temple. "Mine," she whispered back, her voice a low, draconic churr that vibrated deep in her chest. She reached over to trace the fresh mark on her shoulder with a shaky finger; the sting was a badge of honor that made her smirk despite her exhaustion.

​"I know," he rasped, his voice sounding deeper and more gravelly than usual. He rested his cheek against the top of her head, closing his eyes as he breathed in the scent of her. "The stress... it’s a design flaw. I get so caught up in the variables that I forget to check the status of my own hardware. But you..." he trailed off, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her temple. "You’re the only one who knows how to force a manual override."

​He tightened his hold on her slightly, his fingers tracing lazy, adoring patterns over her arm. "I love you too, Ash. More than I have the vocabulary to properly explain." He let out a long, contented sigh, the last of his physical tension finally evaporating into the quiet of the lab. "Don’t worry too much. As long as I have you to bring me back to center... I think my internal systems will survive just fine."

Ginger let out a long, contented sigh as Raph shifted her onto his chest, her body feeling like a pile of warm lead. The rhythmic thrum of his heart beneath her ear was more soothing than any silence, and she leaned into the sensation, her amber eyes flickering with a faint, dying ember of light as she let them drift shut.

​She managed a weak, jagged chuckle that vibrated against his plastron, a tired but triumphant smirk playing on her lips. "Look at you, getting all rebellious," she teased, her voice thick with sleep as she reached up to lazily tug on the tails of his red mask. "If you’re ready to fight the Fearless Leader just to keep me in bed, then who am I to argue? I've got my mark, I've got my turtle... and I don’t think I could walk even if Leo came in here with a megaphone."

​"The probability of risk is... ever-present," he murmured, his voice low and slightly strained as he fought back the lump in his throat. He shifted just enough to look her in the eyes, his expression more open than it had ever been. "But you’re wrong about one thing, Ash. It wouldn't be a tragedy for you to have never known me... it would have been a tragedy for me to have never found you. I was just a collection of calculations and mechanical parts before you started stealing me away."

​He reached up, his thumb gently catching one of the tears pricking at her eyes before it could fall. "I’m not going anywhere. I’ve spent my life building fail-safes for every machine in this lair... but you’re the only thing I’ve ever found that’s worth surviving for. So, steal me away. Overload my brain. As long as it’s you, I’ll take the risk every single time."

​Ginger didn't have the strength left for words, her consciousness already beginning to slip into the warm, dark pull of sleep. But as she felt Raph’s large hand rubbing soothing patterns into her back and heard that deep, calming churr vibrating against her chest, her body responded for her.

​"Family," he repeated, the word sounding foreign and heavy on his tongue. He swallowed hard, his glasses sliding further down his nose as he searched her eyes for any hint that she was joking. "I’ve spent years analyzing the biological and social complexities of my own existence, Ash. I’ve cataloged the risks, the genetic anomalies... the sheer impossibility of someone like me ever having a 'normal' life. I never factored that into any of my long-term projections."

​He reached out, his fingers trembling slightly as he cupped her face, his thumb wiping away a fresh tear. "But the data is changing. You’re changing it. If you're telling me that there’s a version of the future where I’m not just a scientist or a brother, but... a father? Someone you'd want to build a legacy with?" He let out a shaky, breathy laugh, leaning his forehead against hers. "It’s the most illogical, dangerous, and statistically improbable dream I’ve ever heard of. And I want it more than my next breath. We don't have to discuss the 'how' right now, but I'm not letting go of that variable. I'm keeping it."

​"Six months... six years... six decades," he murmured, his voice sounding raw and thick with emotion. "The length of the timeline is irrelevant when the conclusion is this definitive, Ash. You didn't scare me. You... you gave me something I didn't know I was allowed to want. I've spent my whole life being 'Donatello the Genius' or 'Donnie the Tech-Support,' always looking toward the next upgrade, the next mission."

​He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his hands moving to rest securely on your waist. "But a family? With you? It’s the first time I’ve looked at the future and didn't see just a set of problems to solve. I saw a life. A real, beautiful life." He gave you a small, genuinely vulnerable smile, his thumb tracing a slow circle over your hip. "I want it. I want everything you’re willing to give me. We’ll take it at whatever pace you need, but don't ever doubt that you’re exactly what I want, Ashley. Always."

After a few hours, Ginger woke up in Raph's arms still and not in any empty bed, and she smiled sleepily. The mark he left on her neck and other parts of her body is now covered in a patch of red scales. She smelled like Raph and knew Leo could smell it too, if she hadn't showered before their movie night. She looked back at Raph whose eyes were closed but she knew from his breathing that he was awake. "Hey, big red.~ Let me get up to shower." She asked peppering kisses on his face.

​"You're right. Logically, we should prioritize recovery and... statistical observation," he murmured, his voice warm and thick with a newfound peace. He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that made his glasses feel like a barrier he didn't need. "But don't think for a second that I’m going to forget that 'start now' comment, Ashley. My memory banks are specifically designed for long-term storage of critical data."

​He pulled you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck and breathing you in. "Thank you. For seeing the man behind the monitors. I’ve spent so long building things to protect this family... it’s going to be a very interesting experience to actually build a life within one." He gave your waist one final, affectionate squeeze before letting his eyes drift shut. "Rest sounds like a viable plan. As long as you stay right here. That's a non-negotiable variable."

​Ginger giggled, the sound vibrating against his chest as he rolled them over. She looked up at him through her lashes, her amber eyes shimmering with a playful light.

​"My, my... the big, bad Raph is actually a secret snuggler," she teased, reaching up to gently boop his nose. "Who would’ve thought? If the guys saw you right now, your reputation as the toughest turtle in the city would be toast." She settled into his side, hooking a leg over his to keep him trapped just as much as he was trapping her. "But don't worry, your secret is safe with me. Mostly because I’m not planning on leaving this room for at least another three hours anyway."

​"Not... forgetting," he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep and barely audible. "Family variable... saved to permanent... storage." He felt your leg wrap around him, and he instinctively hooked his own around yours, anchoring you to him in the dark. "Perfect man? Your... data set is definitely biased, Ash... but I’m not gonna... correct you tonight."

​He let out one more quiet, contented huff, his breathing slowing down until it was deep and steady. He didn't even have the energy to finish his thought, his hand simply giving your waist a final, weak squeeze before going limp as he finally succumbed to the rest he so desperately needed. "Love you... stay..."

The pounding on the door stopped abruptly as Raph’s growled defiance echoed through the wood. There was a long, heavy silence from the hallway. Leo didn't "fuck off" immediately; instead, the door handle turned slowly, and the leader of the pack stepped into the dim room, his blue bandana slightly askew from his own morning workout.

​He stopped at the edge of the bed, crossing his arms over his plastron as he took in the sight: Raph, the resident hothead, acting like a protective "softie," and Ginger, the dragon who had managed to tame the storm.

​"I figured when I didn't see you at the weights, you were either dead or doing something stupid," Leo said, his voice dropping into that low, authoritative rumble that usually signaled a lecture. But as he looked at how peacefully they were tangled together, his expression softened just a fraction. "The city doesn't stop moving just because you two found a 'good pillow.' But... fine. One hour. If you aren't in the garage by then, I'm sending Donnie in here with a fire extinguisher."

​Ginger didn't even open her eyes, but a mischievous, sleepy smirk spread across her lips. She felt the heat of Raph on one side and the presence of Leo at the foot of the bed, and she couldn't help but lean into the chaos of her new life.

​"You heard the man, Red... move over and make some room," Ginger murmured, her voice thick with sleep as she gave Raph’s arm a playful squeeze. She finally cracked one amber eye open, looking directly at Leo with a defiant glint. "Honestly, Leo, between the two of you, I'm surprised the whole lair hasn't gone missing yet. If I'm gonna be stuck in the middle of the 'Great Turtle Grump-Off,' the least you guys can do is let me sleep in. Besides... having both of you guarding the 'hoard' at the same time? That's a lot of muscle to move just for some morning laps."

"Jealous of a room that smells like engine grease and dragon scales? In your dreams, Raph," Leo countered, though there was no real heat in it. He looked at Ginger, noting the way she was already trying to pull Raph back into the pillows. "And for the record, Ginger, the 'Great Turtle Grump-Off' is a solo title held exclusively by the guy you’re currently using as a mattress. Keep him quiet. If I hear one more roar or growl coming from this room, I'm making sure Splinter handles the morning lecture. You've got your hour. Use it."

Ginger let out a low, muffled laugh into Raph’s shoulder. "Careful, Leo... if you keep standing there, I might decide I need a second pillow. Imagine the panic in the city if the Leader and the Muscle both went missing in one morning. The Foot wouldn't know whether to celebrate or hide." Ginger smirk was devilish. "Just be a good boy and get in bed with us.

Leo froze, his hand still gripping the doorframe as the air in the room suddenly felt ten degrees hotter. He had expected a joke, or maybe even an insult, but the sheer, unmitigated gall of her calling him a "good boy" sent a jolt of pure adrenaline through his veins. His eyes widened, his blue bandana casting a sharp shadow over his face as he looked from Ginger’s devilish smirk to Raph’s stunned, silent expression.

"You've got a hell of a lot of nerve, Ginger," Leo rumbled, his voice dropping an octave, losing its "Fearless Leader" edge and replacing it with something far more dangerous and intrigued. He didn't move for a long second, his brain battling between his sense of duty and the magnetic pull of her challenge.

Slowly, he kicked the door shut behind him, the latch clicking with a finality that echoed in the quiet room. He didn't say a word as he began to unbuckle his gear, his gaze never leaving hers. He shucked his swords and his belt, letting them thud to the floor before he stepped toward the bed.

"I don't take orders from anyone but Splinter," he murmured, his voice a low, warning growl as he climbed onto the empty side of the mattress, pinning Ginger between his own disciplined strength and Raph’s raw heat. He leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "But for a dragon who thinks she can tame two of us at once... I might be willing to make an exception. Just don't think this makes you the one in charge tomorrow morning."