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Asking you to be their girlfriend

Our favorite turtle boys

F!Reader

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Leonardo

You were on the rooftop of the building where the turtle boys often showed up. It was one of those rare peaceful moments in New York — no Foot Clan, no Krang, no screams or explosions — just the distant hum of cars and the cool night breeze brushing against your skin.

“I knew I’d find you here,”

said a calm, steady voice behind you.

You turned and saw Leonardo stepping out of the shadows, his twin swords shifting slightly on his back. The moonlight reflected off his green skin and those deep blue eyes that, for some reason, always made your heart race.

“I thought you were training,”

you said with a smile.

Leo walked closer, stopping beside you to take in the cityscape.

“I was. But tonight... I needed to see you first, see you again. There's something that's been weighing on me for days.”

You looked at him, curious.

“What is it?”

Leo hesitated — something he rarely did. He lowered his head for a moment, like he was rehearsing the words in his mind.

“You know me. I’m the leader, the responsible one, the guy who always thinks before acting. But... when it comes to you, I lose that control. You've been messing with me head, I can't stop thinking 'bout y'a...and then I realize..."

Your heart skipped a beat.

“Leo…”

“I’m not great with words. But every time you smile, the world just... slows down. It makes everything I fight for worth it. Because of you.”

He took a deep breath.

“So here it is: would you be my girlfriend?”

The silence between you was filled only by the wind and your own pounding heartbeat.

You smiled, eyes glimmering.

“Of course I would, Leo.”

He relaxed, and for the first time in a long while, let out a wide, genuine smile. Slowly, he reached out his hand — big, strong, but gentle as it took yours. And there, under the moonlight, Leonardo, the fearless leader, allowed himself to simply be a boy in love.

Raphael

You were leaning against the hood of Casey’s old van, waiting in the alley where you and Raph usually met after dark. The night was quiet, but your heart wasn’t. Raph had been acting... different lately. Quieter. More tense. Like something was building up inside him.

Then, like clockwork, you heard it — the low thud of his heavy footsteps. He stepped out from the shadows, tall, broad, red bandana fluttering slightly in the wind.

“There you are,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Thought maybe you bailed.”

You smirked. “As if I would.”

He gave a little chuckle but didn’t look at you right away. That was your first clue something was off. Raphael didn’t do shy — not with anyone.

“You okay?” you asked, stepping closer.

“Yeah. I mean... no. I dunno,” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Listen. I suck at this kinda thing, so just... don’t laugh, alright?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Raph, what are you—”

“I like you.” He blurted it out, eyes finally locking with yours. “More than I probably should. And when I’m not with you, I’m pissed off at the whole world. But when I am with you, it’s like... I can breathe.”

Your breath hitched. He wasn’t yelling. He wasn’t hiding behind sarcasm or fists. This was Raphael — raw, unfiltered, and vulnerable.

“You don’t need to say anything. I just— I had to get it out. So yeah... what I’m sayin’ is... I want you to be mine. Like, officially. My girl.”

You stepped forward, placing a hand on his chest — feeling his heart racing under the armor.

“You’re an idiot,” you whispered with a smile. “But you’re my idiot. Yes, Raph. I’d love to be your girl.”

His eyes widened for a second, like he wasn’t expecting it. Then, with a smirk that could melt steel, he pulled you into a hug — strong, warm, a little rough around the edges. Just like him.

“I’m not gonna let anything happen to you,” he murmured against your hair. “Ever"

Donatello

The hum of the lab had quieted, and for once, Donatello wasn’t tinkering or typing. He was sitting beside you on the edge of his worktable, legs swinging slightly, hands fidgeting in his lap. Something was on his mind — you could feel it in the way his gaze kept flickering to you, then away again.

“Hey,” you said gently. “You okay?”

He let out a breath, like he’d been holding it in all day.

“Yeah. I mean... I will be. I just—there’s something I’ve been trying to say to you for a while now.”

You turned to face him fully, heart already fluttering.

“I’m not good at this kind of thing,” he admitted, eyes cast down at his hands. “When it comes to tech, or battles, or theories—I always know what I’m doing. But when it comes to... feelings? You? I’m terrified.”

“Terrified?” you asked softly.

Donnie nodded, his voice almost breaking.

“Because this matters. You matter. More than anything I’ve ever built, more than any fight I’ve ever won. And for the first time in my life, I want someone to see me— the real me — and stay.”

You could feel the emotion in his voice, raw and unfiltered.

“I don’t need you to love the tech. I don’t need you to understand how my brain works,” he whispered. “I just need to know if there’s a chance you could feel the same way I do. So... would you be mine? My girlfriend?”

There was no hesitation.

You leaned in, gently touching his cheek.

“Donnie... I see you. And I’m not going anywhere. Of course I’ll be yours.”

His breath caught, and for a moment he looked like he couldn’t believe what he’d just heard. Then he smiled — not his usual proud grin, but something softer. Vulnerable. Real.

He wrapped his arms around you carefully, holding you like he was afraid the moment might vanish if he wasn’t gentle with it.

“Thank you,” he murmured. “For choosing me.”

Michelangelo

You found Mikey on the rooftop, laying flat on his shell, arms behind his head, staring at the stars like he was waiting for something magical to happen.

When he heard your footsteps, he perked up instantly.

“Heyyyy, angel face!” he grinned, sitting up. “Knew I felt the universe get ten times cuter.”

You laughed, flopping down beside him. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet... still single. Suspicious, right?” he said dramatically, placing a hand over his heart.

You rolled your eyes, but your heart beat faster. You and Mikey had been dancing around each other for a while now — endless flirting, late-night talks, shared slices of pizza under moonlight. But he’d never said anything real. Not directly. Until tonight.

He went quiet for a moment, gaze fixed on the sky. That’s when you knew this was different.

“I joke a lot,” he said, voice lower now, softer. “You know that. It’s kind of my thing. Keeps the fear out, keeps people smiling. But... sometimes I wish I could just say what I’m really feeling.”

You turned toward him. “Then say it.”

He looked at you — really looked — and you could see the vulnerability behind all the charm.

“I’ve had a lotta crushes, but this isn’t that. With you, it’s... more. When you laugh, it’s like music. When you’re near me, I don’t feel like a mutant freak — I feel like a guy. A guy who just... really, really wants to make you happy.”

Your heart melted.

“I don’t wanna flirt with a hundred people,” he continued. “I just wanna hold hands with you. I wanna call you mine and mean it. So, uh...” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Will you be my girlfriend? Like... for real?”

You didn’t even hesitate.

You leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Yes, Mikey. For real.”

His entire face lit up — pure sunshine in turtle form. He jumped to his feet and spun in a little victory dance.

“Let’s GOOOOOO! That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Mikey officially cuffed!”

You laughed so hard you nearly fell over — and he caught you, holding you close for a second longer than he had to.

And in that moment, under the stars and surrounded by his laughter, you realized something simple but powerful:

You had just said yes to the boy who would love you with everything he had — every day, every moment.

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Mikey: Question..

Raph, Leo, Don: ..hmm?

Mikey: Are we religious or affiliated with a political party?

Don, Leo: No.

Raph: Yes!

Leo: Pretty please, do explain.

Raph: We religiously avoid politics!

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Our version of a Snow Day, but it's...

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(The Turtles and their girlfriends are frolicking on a beach somewhere in Miami. They're singing a summer song and building a sand castle)

Leo 2018: My verdict, family...😄 And probably Donnie🙄😏 The castle turned out to be just a sight to behold🤩😁✨🏰

Donnie 2018: You say that as if you had any part in its construction, Nardo...🙄😑💢 *Nudges Leo in the shoulder* Look out!😈

Leo 2018: *His head hits the sand* Hey, but who teleported you all here?..😖😠🏖

Mikey 2018: Yeah, Raph, thanks to the amount of sand you brought, the castle turned out really big😃🥰⬆️🏰

Anastasia 2018: *Jumps into Mikey's arms* He's almost as tall as me!😃🤗🏰💗💓💞 And, Candy, thanks for helping me sort through the whole shells and the broken ones😁😌🦪🐚

Stefany 2018: *Helps Leo out of the sand and wipes his face with a napkin* Guys, we're all do a great job😌😊✨ All that's left is to take a photo of our castle and send it to the sand castle contest😃🤗📷

Candy 2018: Hah, speaking of the contest...😄 It still seems to me like our castle is missing something...🤨🏰 some kind of special touch to make it stand out from the others🤔

Donnie 2018: I personally wondered about this, my dear friend, and now this castle has a pool and an elevator😄😏✨

Candy 2018: Eeeh?..😧🤨

Donnie 2018: Well, and Mikey and I also placed figures of Jupiter Jim characters on it😀😅 You see, here the JJ figure is guarding his orangery from the attack of space locusts😏👨🏿‍🚀🪴🦟

Candy 2018: There is also an orangery?😃🤩✨🪴

April 2018: Nice idea, Dee🤩✨💗💞💖💓

Candy 2018: And yet the final touch to our castle has to be this...😌😏 *Takes a piece of fabric out of her bag*

Raph 2018: Oh, hoho, is that what I think it is, baby?😃🤩✨💞💗💕 Say it, please, say it!😆🤩💖💕💝💖

Candy 2018: Flag of the best movie in the series "Jupiter Jim. Rescue on Pluto"😆🤗🏳

Raph 2018: What?😧😲

Mikey 2018: Candy, you got the wrong flag😲😕🏳

Anastasia 2018: How is that even possible?😧

April 2018: What's wrong guys?🤨 This movie is seriously the best😄😊✨

Donnie 2018: *Hugs April by the shoulder* April and I personally made a list of "JJ movies from worst to best" and this movie is number one so it's official now😏😁💕💝💘💗

Leo 2018: What?🤨😄 Seriously, that movie where JJ walked around Pluto looking for ice but found a girl frozen in ice, defrosted her and married her😂

Raph 2018: I'm sorry, but does such a movie even exist?🤨😐

Donnie 2018: Yes, but every time we watch it, you fall asleep...😑😠 And the last time you broke the TV with your face😒😡💥📺

Stefany 2018: And right in the middle of the wedding, when we had our favorite kissing scene🥺💋👰‍♀🤵‍♂

Raph 2018: Well, yeah...😅 My face does damage like a boss!😃😆✨ Leo hit me!😁😏

Donnie 2018: *Jumps at Raph from behind, armed with his techno-bo* Oh, please, let me!😃💢

Leo 2018 and Mikeay 2018: *Catch Donnie and pin him to the ground*

Anastasia 2018: Guys, I don't argue, JJ and Callie Cosmo are a lovely couple and I honestly admit that I have quite a few drawings with this ship in my sketchbook...😁🤗📓 But calling this movie the best is just stupid😅 *Takes a flag out of her bag* Another thing is the movie "Jupiter Jim. Battle on Saturn"😏🤗🚩

Mikey 2018: Yes, it's a grand epic with lots of shooting!😃🤩✨🪐

Leo 2018: And there's more action!😉😁💥

Raph 2018: At least it's not boring to watch😅😠

Donnie 2018: Are you kidding me?🤨😠 Do you know where this movie is on our list?😡📃

Leo 2018: And where is it?🤨😠

Donnie 2018: I won't lie...😒 Eighth place!😡😤

Leo 2018: How dare you?!😱😡 *Throws himself at Donnie*

(Meanwhile, not far from the beach. Somewhere in the palm forest on the roadway. Ghostbear is hopelessly trying to start the car)

Ghostbear: *Kicks car* Dang it!🤬🚚 If I don't deliver this fruit on time, the boss will fire me...😓😑🍌🍊🥝 Huh?🤨😧 But what's that weird sound by the sea?🤨😠🔊 *Carefully walks through the forest to the shore and hides behind a palm tree* Oh, is it those annoying tortugas with their girls again?!😨😡 Ugh, I hoped I wouldn't see them in Miami anymore...😒😡 I'm so mad at them after they ruined my career😠😡💢🥊💥 But wait, are they fighting?🤨 Mmh, maybe today isn't the worst day😈 *Puts on polar bear mask*

Raph 2018: *Separates Donnie and Leo* Brothers, that's enough, I'm the oldest among you and I prefer our flag😤😏🚩 *Takes the flag from Anastasia and wants to put it on the castle*

Candy 2018: But the opinion of girls should be respected, Raphi😠😤💕💖💝

Stefany 2018: Fanny, come here, girl😠🐺

April 2018: Mayhem, you too!😤🐈

Fanny Lou 2018: *Runs up to the castle and growls at Raph* Grrr!🤬🐺🚩 *Grabs the flag in Raph's hands with her teeth*

Raph 2018: Ugh, bad yokai wolf...😠 Let go😖🚩 *pulls the flag out of Fanny's teeth, ripping it a little* Uuh?...😨 You are such impudent swindlers..😡🤬

Stefany 2018: Oh my God, Raph, I'm sorry..I don't know what came over her...😨🫢💦🐺

Mayhem: *Teleports to April's shoulder and hisses* Shhh!🤬😾

Anastasia 2018: What impudence...😨😠 Vegas, come to me!😤🐺 Vegas?..🤨

Vegas: *Sniffs the ground almost next to Ghostbear* Hmm?🤨🐺

Anastasia 2018: Vegas, what did you find there?🤨 Come here, please😟🥺🐺

Vegas: *Runs up to Fanny Lou and growls at her* Grrr!🤬🐺

Ghostbear: Oh no, they brought their animals with them...😨😰🐺🐺🐈 But maybe I can add fuel to their fight from a distance?🤔😈 *Bends palm tree and aims coconuts at turtles* You won't want to drink coconut milk for a long time after this...😆😈🌴🥥 Oh, no!😲😨🌴 *The palm tree straightens up, throwing Ghost Bear into the sea, but the coconuts remain hanging on the tree* AAAAH!😱😫 *Falls into the sea, causing waves and splashing the back of Raph's head with water*

Raph 2018: Ow!😖 Who sprayed me?!😠🌊 Mayhem, was that you?😡

April 2018: Don't be silly, he was next to me the whole time🙄😠🐈 *Caresses Mayhem on the back* Besides, you know very well that my baby doesn't like water🥺🌊🙀

Leo 2018: *Caresses Vegas on the back* Anyway, if you're serious about putting your flag on the castle, you'll have to fight us!😉🤗🐺 You're not afraid of a war...with water pistols, right?😏😈🌊🔫

Stefany 2018: Oh, not a bit, little turtle, we'll beat you with ease😉😏🌊🔫💓💞💘💗

Leo 2018: Ha, Dee, aren't you ashamed to play on a girl's team😆😈

Donnie 2018: Quite the opposite, I'm proud that I have a bunch of beautiful girls that I'll protect😤😏✨

Mikey 2018: But since there are ladies here, let's set the rules☝😲 Only seawater is allowed🙁😤🌊🔫 No cold water, no boiling water, no orange juice, no lemon juice, no coconut milk...😕🚫❄🔥🍊🍋🥥 Mmmh...😋 Oh, sorry, I got distracted!😲😅 No small rocks, dirt, or gumballs😤😒🚫 *Clears throat* We're not savages😏✨

Donnie 2018: *Loads water pistol, but it looks like he's loading a real rifle* Speak for yourself...😈🌊🔫

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Can you come through, through Through, yeah And there's one thing that I need from you Can you come through?

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I'm having a great time at the seaside and decided to draw as soon as I got inspired. And in the hot summer it's best to draw something bright and funny😄🦜

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This phrase can be translated into English as "Yeah, pals, now you're definitely screwed..."

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Welcome to the Neon Shore. Rest a moment before the Tombtorial.

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So much sexiness in one picture… 🤤🤤🤤

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Pretty Random Turtle Thunks

Noise

Rating: Cookies and Cream (16+ plz)

Summary: Flash Fiction of 835 words.

Bay!Raph struggles to deal with overwhelm of living in a world constantly at full volume.

His latest struggle with sound is you.

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Raphael always thought that he had a solid grasp on understanding what it meant to live in a world full of noise.

His entire life, his entire world for as long as he could remember, had always been a collection of cacophonies. 

From the constant racket of living beneath THE city that never slept or the never ending tumult that came from the reckless and wild life he lived, Raph had forever been surrounded by sound. 

If it wasn’t the city, or vigilant violence, any chance of possible silence was shattered by Raph’s brothers.

Leo’s tirelessly tirades, Donnie’s incessant info-dumping and Mikey’s constant chatter. 

Call him a grinch or whatever but it was always noise, noise, noise.

And if not his own brother’s, then Raph’s Achilles heel, his very own traitorous heart would betray him. The beat of heated drums that thrummed in his veins. Thoughts of inadequacy, self loathing and all over anger. At the world. At himself.

Such resonance that haunted his every step, his every thought, the entirety of his existence.

Raph, the little Atlas that he was, thought he could bear the weight of it all. His shoulders were certainly wide enough. He was strong enough. 

Ohhhh he made very sure that he was strong enough to could carry it all. Even convinced himself that he’d miss the weight of the hubbub if it was gone.

So yeah, he thought he can handle the noise of it all. 

Until you. 

Oh, until you. 

He didn’t know what it was. Just the comfortability of a safe companionship that grew over time? A stubborn seedling of fond affection that he never could seem to unroot in the protected garden of his heart? Or maybe the inevitable weakness of a spring season hinting just around the corner? 

Whatever it was, lately whenever you were near, the world went silent and you…

Well, you just…you were loud. 

Not necessarily in exact volume, though you did tend to get a bit more passionate in those moments of innocent and genuine excitement.

Those small moments that Raph treasured deep in the recesses of his heart that he would pull out like a picture to glance at on a rainy day. 

No, you were loud in the way that everything about you just started to scream for his attention. 

It wasn’t unbearable per sé, but it was heavy with a sudden weight that for the first time, Raph didn’t know how to hold. How to handle.

Your smile was a flash bang that had him reeling every time you shot it in his direction. Completely blinded by the fact something as soft and delicate could ever be graced upon such a creature as himself. 

It made his face hurt in his attempts to strangle back the ferocity of desire to smile, really smile the way he wanted to, right back at you.  With you, his heart cried out.

Your sweet scent was a siren song in a key that beckoned to him that caused his soul to ache for the mere whisper of hope, the smallest chance to have the privilege to harmonize with you. 

Your presence, just a mere brush or touch of your hand caused the constant state of drumming that was his heart to increase tempo like intense war drums. To the point he could feel it in his pounding in his finger tips as he had to physically restrain himself from unconsciously reaching out to you. 

If he ever go the chance to touch you, to hold you the way he wanted to, Raph wondered if he’d finally find the peace and quiet that he so desperately craved. 

Would all the noise go away? Or with your body in his hands, your heartbeat dancing in tandem with his, would all the volume of the world, in his head, in his heart, finally make sense?

Would all the sound come together and get lost in the symphony of you?

So that’s why he finds himself he’s sitting alone in his brooding corner. His elbows on his knees and his face in his hands, his breath heavy and labored with the weight of trying to hold the weight of…well…everything back.

Your visage branded to the back of his eyelids and your voice echoing in his memory like an unfair vision of the night. 

It made Raph feel like slamming his hands over his head and fully retreating into his shell, hoping to finding one dark corner not haunted by you, where he could get the stupid staccato of his heart back into place.

Because he couldn’t look away; he couldn’t look away. He couldn’t stop listening. 

And the worst part of it all, was Raphael was scared of the fact that he didn’t know if he could, or even wanted to. 

Yeah, Raph thought he could handle the noise.

But he very may well just perish at the thought of being able to one day have the privilege of pulling a sound from you.

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Alien Surprise on Evening Duty

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Yes, my dears, I'm back. I finally passed my exams and I'll be able to draw as much as I want all summer (if my laziness doesn't get in the way)

Well, I'm experimenting with moments from TMNT comics again. Only this time the comic is more based on than just redrawn🤔✨

I just couldn't help but include Mikey and Donnie in this conversation😂🧡💜

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Original comic~👌✨

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A Shot In The Dark - Chapter 52

Breathe... and Kiss me.

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A Shot In The Dark -Chapter 51

Drinks at the bar, gonna need it Dance in the dark, if you feel it Just tryna start a conversation with you Maybe for once get the courage Known you for months still make me nervous What's holding me back I got nothing to lose

Thanks to @thelaundrybitch for the song recommendation!

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Good Puppy Finale

Miguel O'Hara x GN!Reader

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

⚠️WARNING: NSFW, TAKING IT UP THE BUTT, USE OF "PUPPY" AND "MASTER"⚠️

You stared at Miguel in the near dark. Your ears rang with his words. He loved you. He said it. He loved you. Your heart thundered hard against your chest and loudly in your ears. You felt like you were floating. He loved you. You were sure if the darkness wasn’t surrounding you both, he would’ve seen your cheeks burning red.

The call of your name had you reeling back from your mind. You blinked and looked at the man in front of you. He stared back at you. He searched your eyes. You realized he was waiting for your reaction. One you had yet to give. You gulped. Despite finding out he shared feelings, you were still incredibly nervous to tell him you felt the same. The words caught in your throat and formed a lump you couldn’t swallow. Miguel started to look nervous, a subtle shift of his expression in the near darkness.

“Say something, amor, please.” He whispered softly. He sounded desperate and worried. It tugged at your heart strings. Yet, you still couldn't find your voice. Of all the times for it to disappear and leave you to fend for yourself! It became clear to you that you weren't going to be able to speak.

But there were more ways to communicate.

As if in slow motion, you reached a hand up to cup Miguel's cheek. You felt his face relax under your touch and lean into it. Your other hand was soon to follow. You felt your hands grow warm as his own covered yours.

“Amor, I-” He stopped talking when you started to pull him closer, simultaneously pulling yourself closer to him. First, you felt his hitched breath cascading across your face. Then, you felt the tip of his nose brush along yours. There was a short pause. Both of you marinated in the closeness, the silence that enveloped you both. Your heart pounded harder. You were sure he could hear it. He gently squeezed your hands. You held your breath as you leaned in the remaining centimeters until your lips pressed against his. His lips were warm and soft like freshly baked bread. His hands slid from your own to then capture your face in them.

This kiss wasn't like what you had expected. The fireworks, the puzzle pieces clicking into place, the eruption of butterflies. None of it happened. Something much softer transpired in the kiss. Like a gentle caress of a stream, or the satin feel of a rose petal. Miguel’s lips were gentle and mindful against your own. You could tell he was savoring the feeling. Warmth filled your lips, then slowly enveloped your body like a coating of honey.

A tingly feeling filled the palms of your hands where you held Miguel’s face. His face felt hot under your hands. You relished the feeling. You pulled yourself closer as you tilted your head to deepen the kiss. Miguel hummed into the kiss. His warm hands found your waist and coaxed you to straddle his lap. The action pulled a gasp out of you. Miguel used this to his advantage and slid his tongue past your lips. He let out a groan as he explored your mouth, entangling his tongue with your own.

You fought for dominance as the kiss slowly became heated. You moved your hand to take hold of the back of his neck. He began to knead your waist in response. The touches you gave each other egged you both on, making you both desperate and needing more. The tent started to fill with heavy breathing and soft moans. Miguel broke the kiss quickly, a train of saliva connecting you both. With a growl, he leaned in again, this time connecting his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck. As he worked dark purple hickies into your skin, his hands began to guide you against his growing cock. You mewled soft moans in response, clinging to his shoulders and pulling yourself closer to him. He growled and gave a quick thrust in response.

The first firework exploded from the pit of your stomach.

You moaned. The sound was quickly silenced by Miguel’s lips. His hand moved to brace your back as he laid you down, nestling between your thighs and continuing to grind against you. His lips moved from yours to your ear.

“Sh, amor, we don’t want your family to hear us, do you?” Miguel teased, his smirk brushing against your cheek. When you didn’t answer, he gave another sharp thrust and sent another firework through you. You had to bite your lip to muffle your moan.

“What was that?” He asked in a deep rumble.

“N-no.” You gasped.

“No, what?” He questioned, hands already moving to pull off your pants.

“No, Master.” You whisper, cheeks heating as soon as the words left your lips. Miguel paused mid-pull to look at you. His dick twitched at the title. It took all his self control to not ravage you right then and there. Miguel’s smirk returned in full force. He hummed in satisfaction.

“Good Puppy.” He praised, causing your breathing to shudder.

“Lift your hips.” He commanded. You were quick to follow his order, accidentally pressing your hips against his erection. Miguel groaned before cutting himself off with a growl and roughly pulled your pants off the rest of the way. You yelped at the sudden action. You watched his shadowed form discard your pants without a second thought. Your cheeks flushed when you felt his hands envelop your thighs. The warmth made goosebumps rise and travel down your legs. Miguel kneaded your thighs, making his way up to the edge of your underwear. You whined and whimpered with each squeeze.

“You sound so cute, Puppy.” Miguel rumbled. His fingers made their way to your waistband and hooked around it. “These are in the way.”

Your underwear tore away as if it were made of paper. You gasped and moved your hands to cover yourself.

“Miguel!” You protested. Miguel growled and grabbed your wrists, roughly pinning them on either side of your head. He leaned in close until all you saw was his silhouette.

“Don’t cover what’s mine.” He said, tone harsh and breathy. You felt a shiver of pleasure crawl down your spine in response. He squeezed your wrists. “Understood?”

“Yes, Master.” You answered quickly.

“Good.” He sounded amused in his response. You felt him shift his hold on your wrists so he now held both wrists in one of his large hands. His free hand glided down the side of your face, caressed your cheek, before resting his two middle fingers against your lips, giving it a gentle tap.

“Suck.” He commanded. You opened your mouth obediently. He shoved his fingers in, gagging you a bit. You coughed and struggled against his grip. He held fast.

“Suck.” He commanded again with a growl. With watery eyes, you closed your mouth around his fingers and sucked. You let your tongue wrap around them, lathering them up in your saliva. Miguel hummed in approval. He let your tongue dance around his digits for a few moments before pulling them out of your mouth with a pop! He replaced them with his lips, once again dominating your mouth. His soaked fingers eased down between you both and teased your ass, using his knees to spread your legs further apart. Your eyes shot open.

“Mmph!” Your noise was muffled and ignored by Miguel. You felt him smirk and press both fingers into your hole, only going a little at a time and stopping when he felt your body stiffen.

“Relajate.” He mumbled into the kiss, pressing his fingers further in as soon as he felt you relax enough for him to do so. He was becoming obsessed with the whimpers and squeaks you were emitting. He wanted to hear more from you. He felt himself get excited just thinking about what he could make you sound like when you were full of his cock. But first, he needed to get you stretched out. He pushed his fingers in completely. You let out a whimper, clenching around him tightly.

“Talk to me, Puppy.” He said, pressing sweet kisses as he roughly worked his fingers through your tight hole. You moaned and arched your back into him.

“F-feels good.” You managed to get out. He teased a third finger.

“Good enough for more?” He didn’t wait for an answer. He pushed in the third finger up to the knuckle, leaving you no time to adjust. You let out a cry that Miguel quickly silenced with a searing kiss. It was sloppy and needy. You felt him curl his fingers and stretch your hole out. You moaned into the kiss and arched your back into him again. His grip tightened around your wrists in a bruising grip. He finger-fucked you hard and rough. Tears pricked your eyes and you attempted to squirm beneath him. Miguel broke the kiss and gave a growl, pressing his body against yours, his weight forcing you to still. You were trapped and subjected to take what he gave.

“C’mon, Puppy, relax for me.” He hissed in your ear. You did eventually relax enough to allow his fingers to glide through your hole. You were a whimpering mess. You slowly got used to the stretch. Right when you did, you felt a fourth finger being teased.

“You still have some ways until you're able to take me.” He growled in your ear. He pushed in his finger to join the others. You gasped. He hummed approvingly and pressed kisses along your neck.

“You took that so well, amor.” He praised. He nipped at your neck, his fangs grazing your skin just barely.

“M-Master!” You gasped at the foreign but amazing feeling. He groaned and felt his dick twitch in response. He knew he was too impatient to wait for you to stretch enough for him. He let go of your wrists and shifted so he could hover over you. However, as soon as your hands were free, you grabbed onto his shirt and pulled him down so his lips crashed into yours. Your desperation made you clumsy. The kiss was a painful clash of teeth and squished noses. Miguel quickly set his hand beside your head and lifted himself off you. He chuckled as he watched you rub your nose.

“Eager?” He teased. He leaned back in and kissed you, satisfying your need. Once he was sure you recovered enough to kiss back, he started pumping his fingers quickly. You moaned Into the kiss. Satisfied with the response, he let himself hover again so he could move his hand to his belt. The sound of the buckle excited you. You dragged your hands up into his hair and gripped tight fistfuls. Miguel growled into the kiss. Said growl turned into a desperate groan as soon as his hot cock hit the cold air. You felt him press against your thigh and start to grind. You couldn't help but press against him more and give him the friction he craved. Another groan fell from his parted lips. The patience he so desperately clung to for your sake snapped.

Miguel pulled away from the kiss. Your protest was quickly interrupted by a whimper as Miguel pulled his fingers out of your hole. You felt yourself clench at nothing, missing the sensation of being filled. You let out a yelp when you were suddenly flipped onto your stomach. Miguel's hands gripped your waist tightly and pulled it up. The movement pulled you to your hands and knees. One of his hands moved from your waist to your upper back, resting between your shoulder blades. Then, he pushed on his hand and forced you down while simultaneously keeping your ass against his cock. You felt him add pressure against your back and grind against you. You squirmed, clawing at the sleeping bags underneath you.

“Am I going too fast, Pup?” He teased. “You were so impatient, I thought you wanted me to go faster.”

You whimpered when he teased your needy hole with his tip. He chuckled and moved away, continuing to grind against you instead. He felt so big against you, you worried if you'd be able to take all of him in. You were more than willing to try.

“I'm sorry.” You said, only to yelp immediately after as Miguel's hand came down on your ass. The sting made you hiss, but was quickly soothed. Miguel's large hand gently caressed where he spanked you.

“Sorry what?” He asked, pausing his caressing to wait for your answer. Your cheeks flushed with mild embarrassment.

“I'm sorry, Master.” You answered. He hummed approvingly. His tip once again aligned with your hole. The hand still Pressed against your upper back began to rub you soothingly. You could hear him take slow, deep breaths.

“Breathe, cariño.” He commanded in a low rumble. As soon as you took a breath in, Miguel pushed his tip in just barely. You gave a small squeal and groaned from the sting of his stretch. Miguel paused and spoke sweet nothings to you. You focused on his words and your breathing as best as you could. Slowly, you relaxed. Miguel pushed in with a low groan, only stopping when you clenched around him.

“Sh-shock.” He breathed. He leaned over you. His breathing was already labored. A shiver ran down your spine. You didn't expect to have such an effect on him. You felt him push in deeper, forcing a moan out of you. You didn't expect him to have such an effect on you either.

You both became a moaning mess as Miguel sank inch by delicious inch. Every time you whimpered, he would still and whisper the sweetest praises. His hands were never shy. Always roaming, always touching as if committing your body to memory. As soon as you relaxed, he'd immediately push deeper. Each push pulled out a deep, rumbling groan from within his chest. His hands would still and grip you with bruising force. It was an agonizingly slow process, but you both enjoyed the torture. Finally, you felt Miguel's pelvis connect with your ass. The tension in your shoulders melted Into a shudder. Your shudder was met with a groan and a tightening grip.

“Quédate quieto.” Miguel hissed harshly. You had no clue what he said, but his grip was clue enough to force you to still. For several minutes, you both stayed still, simply basking in each other. You swore Miguel filled you up completely. His cock pushed against your walls. Despite the pain, it was the best stretch of your life. Miguel's hands gently kneaded wherever he could and pressed kisses along your spine. The attention had you turning into putty under him. Then, without warning, he pulled nearly completely out before slamming fully back into you.

You barely had enough sense to bite your arm to muffle the scream that tore out of your throat.

Miguel's pace was relentless. Each thrust was powerful, fast, and desperate. It was like he was trying to make you feel him in your guts. Trying and succeeding. Each thrust had you violently pushed forward only to be roughly pulled back by his grip on your hips. He was hitting every possible point that left you seeing stars and rolling your eyes to the back of your head. The tent filled with muffled moans, deep groans, and harsh slapping sounds. A disgustingly beautiful symphony that filled your ears and dared to engrave itself into your memory. You felt Miguel change his position and thrust right into a spot that had you clenching your jaw tighter with each hit.

And oh…

Oh.

Oh god!

You released your arm, your breaths coming out in high pitched, breathless moans. Your hands clawed and gripped at the sleeping bags underneath you. You felt Miguel grip your hair and pull your head back far enough to force an arch in your back. Even in the dark, you could see that damn smirk of his.

“Mírate. Fucked stupid on my cock, aren't you, Puppy?” He asked between pants. As if to prove his point, he gave a harsher thrust, pulling a strained cry from you. He seemed to pull joy out of it.

“M- Mas-” You let out a yelp as Miguel landed a slap on your ass.

“Hm? Were you saying something, amor?” He teased, quickening his pace. You met his question with louder moans. “That's what I thought.”

He released your hair and gripped your hips. He shifted himself and began to plow into you with newfound fervor. His name tore out of your throat in a desperate plea that he ignored. He was relentless, feral, and unforgiving. You thought you heard him growl, but couldn't be sure with your own moans and whimpers filling your ears. You struggled to keep quiet. One of his hands moved to cover your mouth. You reached up and tightly gripped it. He started snapping his hips at an almost inhuman speed. Your screams were muffled. You swore you were seeing stars. With Miguel's speed and force, your pleasure was reaching new heights.

It didn't take long for your climax to tear through your body.

You would've gone completely limp if it weren't for Miguel holding you up. Despite your shaking body, he didn't let up. He shifted his hold on you and continued in a sloppy, uneven rhythm, chasing his own finish. You cried out, your sensitive body unable to take more. He ignored your cry. He dug his fingers unto your hips and shoved himself as hard and deep as he could go. He may have been chasing his release, but he was determined to take you with him. You had to bite your arm again to muffle your screams. Each thrust sent shocks up your spine that exploded in your head, flooding your vision with white sparks.

“¡Mierda!” Miguel grunted. He leaned over you, holding himself up with one hand while wrapping the other tightly around your waist. He rutted into you like a dog. You started to whine and whimper as your sensitive hole was pounded into. There was no warning when the first spurt of hot cum soaked your insides. You gave a surprised yelp. Each thrust was given slow, harsh, and deep. He was making sure you took every single drop. You came again soon after, your hole clenching around his throbbing cock. Miguel groaned your name and tightened his hold around you.

“Tryin’ to milk me, Pup?” He teased between pants. “Tryin’ to have my puppies?”

You whimpered at the thought. You imagined his cum taking and imagined your belly growing with his child. You shivered. Miguel chuckled lowly. He gave a final thrust and release before finally stilling. You felt so full. You released your arm, feeling the trail of spit slowly break apart.

The tent filled with your panting. Steamy and hot that laid heavily against your sweaty bodies. Neither of you made any move to pull away from the other. You basked in the afterglow, taking comfort in the weight of Miguel's body on top of yours. Miguel pressed soft kisses against the side of your head.

“You took me so well, Pup.” He praised softly. You could only hum in response, your voice too gone from the screaming. He gave a small thrust that forced another whimper out of you. He chuckled again. He slowly pulled out with a groan. You let out a weak cry, feeling yourself slowly empty from both his cock and his seed. Miguel pressed more kisses from between your shoulder blades to your left shoulder. His hands gently eased your body to lay down, laying down with you after. His arms wrapped around you once more and pulled your back flush against his chest. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck and breathed you in. His arms tightened protectively around you. You couldn't help but chuckle tiredly as you relaxed and let your eyelids close. You felt his lips brush a kiss where he was hidden.

“Te amo.” Miguel muttered, his words vibrating against your skin and warming it. You smiled, recognizing them.

“I love you too.” You answered back finally. He hummed approvingly. The silence after was comfortable, soothing. You felt yourself start to drift.

“¿Amor?” Miguel's voice broke the silence, muffled against your neck.

“Hm?”

“Will you go out with me? For real this time?” He asked, his words a ghost against your skin that rose goosebumps along its wake. You couldn't help the short laugh that left your lips.

“I just let you fuck my brains out.”

“And?”

“Yes, Miguel, I'll go out with you.” You replied with a roll of your eyes. You let out another laugh when he nuzzled your neck again, tickling you.

“Good.”

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A Shot In The Dark - Chapter 49

For as long as it is you, I will be like this.

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