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🧡 Employment AU🧡

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Cw: age gap fuckery (reader is in his late 40s/early 50s), age play, hurt/comfort, physical hurt/healing themes, chronic illness, body dysmorphia.

Donnie hires you. "It's partially out of a desire for our dearest, significantly older little brother to have enrichment, and partially because he keeps fucking with our stuff. Lately he's been getting bored of fucking with our stuff and eloping-you do know what means, yes? Ah, good. April said you had experience working with animals, neurodivergent seniors and children, which is perfect, though sometimes it's hard to tell when she's being honest or when she owes an old coworker a favor."

He leads you around the center of their unothodox home, peeking into every nook and cranny, places no human could fit into. "Mikey will be your charge, he is an ornate box turtle mutant, he refuses to tell us his age however he appears to be the fastest seventy-five year old alive. He is sweet, lovely, enjoys tormenting others and smothering them in affection whilst also manipulating them. How all these things can be true at once is something I'll figure out when I've finally gotten a full night's sleep."

You gaze sweeps the giant, abandoned and subsequently inhabited subway tunnel, scanning for movement. "How long has he been living with you? April said he just moved in."

"Three long, touching, heartfelt, but excruciatingly tiring weeks."

Donnie introduces you to three other mutants. Also turtles, based in different species, but he calls them his brothers. Sweet. One of them is 'big Mikey,'

A boy just above your height, frame filled out with muscle and just a bit heavy with chub. Pretty. They all are. They're what though, thirty? Near half your age; not on the table. The boys who don't seem to be in charge of paying you give mumbled reports of no Mikey sighted.

Donnie sighs, opens security camera feeds on the holographic screen his wrist device projects, and begins to scroll as he inundates you with information. You nod, and make mental note that you'll have to just be fine with being recorded and watched at all times, as you don't feel like turning down the proposed paycheck.

This isn't an interview, you were hired on recommendation and asked to start immediately. Understandable. Their choices were slim, and the people they would want to know the exact location of their dwelling were even fewer in number. You can work in this position. So you will.

Donnie squints at a feed and zooms in, the screen automatically typing out a list of instructions as he speaks, Raph (biggest, spiky) shifting foot to foot behind him, Leo (medium giant turtle sized, flashy) and Big Mikey slumped against each other.

"We can't keep track of him and its stressful-Mikey if you hear this, we love you. You are just very fast and have a penchant for putting yourself in danger. Or using mystic-oh, you are aware of yokai mystic, yes? Excellent. Don't let him use it.

"Your job is to keep him fed (Mikey has trained himself to have few hunger cues/has strong reactions to certain textures and might not seek out food on his own, or might just forget.) Keep him amused, (Mikey gets bored and lonely very easily, once he bonds with you he'll have the connection he needs for you to be a source of comfort and regulation. He is incredibly affectionate, physically and otherwise.)

"You are to make sure he feels loved, and keep him busy. He knows you've been hired to do so and may use that fact to... mess with you. You should be fine. Or, rather, you will be fine, because this is the job you were hired for.

"He has a lot of trauma and triggers, is unwilling to share them with us but may open up to you. So be prepared for stories of the impossible that might be real, please treat them as such." Leo hits the floor, big Mikey follows. Raph sits next to them, blinking one eye then the other.

Donnie scrolls around, sending you a transcript of this conversation and lists of resources/extra instructions. He looks exhausted as well. "Please keep him as happy and busy as you can, he is incredibly understimulated here after years of living in fight or flight with constant action. If he wants to rest, all the power to you, but as of yet we have not seen him sleep."

Donnie looks up from the screen. You get the impression that eye contact hurts the both of you.

"This part is very, very important-Leo's fine, he does that, don't worry-do not let him use mystic. If he starts glowing, or pretty gold shit appears, he levitates? Shut that shit down, redirect any way possible. He loves visual art, food, and amusement parks, at least he used to. He likes playing a lot-"

"Who does?"

The four boys sprawled out and barely standing respectively chorus 'Hey Mikey' when the figure drops down from the ceiling to hang in front of your face.

Donnie sighs. "See the chains? That. That is what we do not want, as it DRAINS YOUR ENERGY AND LIFEFORCE, Mikey."

You are three inches away from his face. "They're talking about you, giving me instructions."

Mikey looks you up and down, and beams.

"Dude. You need to wear clothes."

"But whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy."

"Because of the laws that say you need to wear clothes."

"Those don't apply-"

You pull up a video explaining the law that does indeed exist, as of two months ago. He pouts, and falls back onto his fluffy nest of a bed.

"You're terrible at being a pervert, daddy."

"Uh huh. You still have to wear clothes."

He stares at you. His thighs are apart, showing off a fat little tail. Cute. His thighs could be fatter, cerulean skin speckled with even more gold as his markings grow and stretch to accommodate his slow growth, soft and giving. You can fix that. He looks like he hasn't properly eaten in years, needs to gain weight anyway, you know, for his health. Teach him to call you a pervert.

But right now it's day motherfucking one, and you're already having to bargain for basic complacency with the law.

His smile widens. You didn't even flinch. Sure, he wants a reaction but he flirted with you. And you weren't disgusted. Looking over twice his age, being a mutant, and surviving an apocalypse have done nothing kind to Mikey's self-confidence. You're a human, beautiful, the beauty standard. A pretty, older man. And you didn't balk when he called you daddy.

Oh, maybe you thought he was kidding. Best try again, just to be sure.

"I'll wear clothes if they're yours, Daddy."

"That's fine, as long as you're wearing them on the way to go clothes shopping."

You look down at the tiny boy swallowed up in your hoodie, all smiles, holding your hand and leaning into you as you head out. You don't see Donnie in the flesh, but you receive a text a few minutes later, wandering out into New York autumn.

-oh good he's bonded to you already. Excellent. I was so relieved to hear april's friend was a man when she recommended you-

You look down at your charge, happily nuzzling his cheek into your arm. -Why's that now?-

Donnie sends a remarkably cute image of the two of you.

-He likes boys.-

Mikey is cozy and warm in a hoodie with bear ears, toasty from your body heat. It drapes over him like a dress, cradles and swallows him up. He's holding your hand, delighted with you. You didnt even flinch when he dropped down in front of you, when he grabbed your hand. He was able to get you to lend him your hoodie in less than ten minutes! You rub your thumb over his scales absentmindedly, answer every question and request (demand) with amused patience.

He'll have to work hard to find buttons to press for fun. But he likes this. He likes you. Gazing up at your face, admiring your features. Maybe later he'll fake an injury so you carry him a few feet. (You carry him all the way home, you are so strong and his cheeks are flushed despite himself and he already adores you, cajoling you into staying for dinner.)

Donnie informs you. "He's faking, you know."

You look at the boy in your arms and say "That's fine, he can just ask next time though."

His cheeks darken. His hands curl into your shirt. You gently sway him back and forth as you chat with Donnie.

Taller, younger Mikey made so much food, beyond grateful to have his kitchen and art studio back. It's amazing. Mikey huffs that he can make amazing food too, you ask if he wants to cook with you later. His brothers eye the two of you as mikey squeals and stims by bapping at your arm and chest. Surely he'll be able to relearn how to cook. It cant be as bad as last time. (It can and will be. He cries, and you order takeout, stalling with appetizers as you redo the recipe, the whole thing with Mikey's help. It actually turns out well, not pretty or extravagant like big Mikey's food, but still.

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Nsft, cws include memory loss, ptsd, and miscarriage

♥️Raph is Lisa from pt silent hill♥️

Adorned in a white dress, wandering hallways pregnant and he has too many sharp teeth.

He's right behind you, padding silently after you, you hear nothing from him except whispering. He's there, and then you turn around and he isn't.

You can feel his breath even though it doesn't actually land on you or move any part of you, not a single hair, you can feel his existence, you can't see or hear anything beyond a whisper for what must be days of walking. But the floorboards dip, not enough to see, but enough so standing feels wrong. The air shifts, folds around him, you don't feel his movement so much as a charge. Somebody is there.

But for so long, you are hearing and imagining him. You're never fully convinced he's real, throughout the rest of your endless cycle, you accept that he may be a dream, but he's real to every part of you and that's more than enough.

You might have loved him if he stayed nothing more than a whisper and the air and floorboards bending, making and not making noises they shouldn't and should make.

He makes no sense. You never fully grasp what he is and why, how he functions, where you are.

You are calm one minute about the loss of time, or your neat eternal removal from it, in a house where time means nothing.

The next minute you tantrum and scream, pulling things off walls and shattering them, your palms bleed from the glass flying back. It stops before hitting your face. You don't hear the whispers for a long time after that.

He just wants you to stay and comfort him, he's so scared and lonely. But what if you hurt him? What if you hurt his clutch?

Bred without a mate or memories, you seem so kind, please stop wandering and look at him, stay.

He needs comfort and help so badly, anything but hallways he can't rest in, anything but this.

He needs you so badly, if you give enough time between lashing out on the house that refuses to relinquish you back (to the reality you were certain is the only one), if you just sit and wait somewhere in the house, a figure will appear. Large and formidable, decidedly inhuman, undeniably something intelligent and of this earth, however strange and beautiful in a white dress, heavily pregnant and desperate to believe it's yours.

If you scream he winces and startles and returns to following, whispering.

If you sit, accept that the house that ate you contains an etherial anthropomorphic giant snapping turtle of some supernatural origin, and don't scream, he slowly creeps up to you, gets down and lays his head in your lap.

He's solid, he's here, even if it doesn't make sense.

With kindness, the houses brightens, develops, more rooms appear as his shaking and terror start to slow and ebb out of him, replaced by deep breathing as you stroke his cheek, bewildered but happy to help. You spend the rest of eternity with a gorgeous boy, soft and heavily gravid, so sweet and grateful to you.

During panic attacks, or if you're out of sight for too long, the house shrinks, constricts. You've woken up in that one hallway, raph nowhere to be seen, whispering in your ear. So you work your way back into his recognition of you as a beloved companion. Not a threat to him, and to the pups he doesn't seem to notice are perpetually safe inside his belly, cradled by the body you nurture when the house is kind enough to offer up a kitchen, bedroom or bathroom. It's become more frequent to spend nights burrowing into luxurious blankets on a vast, soft bed, an ocean of pillows and as of late, stuffed animals that your sweet creature adores, cradling and protecting them like he's practicing. The babies stay safe, it's not exactly what he wants but he's so happy.

Other nights you face the alternative of an uncomfortable sitting room, a laundry room that looks like your best option of finding materials for a makeshift bed your darling arranges like a nest. Some nights find you huddling on the cold, rigid floor, a threadbare, dirt encrusted rug laid carefully over the top of you, so it doesn't fall.

Most imagined or unreal or cyclical spans of time are better. As he sinks into your arms every night, follows you around every day, nervous pout changing to a shy smile as you prove over and over again you will be there, you will love him and be gentle, you will protect him and his pups.

He has severe separation anxiety, it manifests as this, he begs you for help and to stay, not entering your line of sight for ages, worried about scaring you off.

So you sit, and you wait.

His happiness and safety is being full of life, carrying at least one healthy pup, loved and warm in your arms.

When you leave him alone, fear and amnesia settle in, he wanders the same hallway, searching for you, blood and evidence of his worst nightmare strewn across the floor, staining his nightgown, filling the sink and the air until he's settled in your arms, listening to your voice. The blood washes away, the cries fade. He's happy, he's healthy, his mate is keeping him safe in a comfortable room, leading him to a bath, to have tea and an impromptu meal comprised of his favorites, back to bed. What was he worried about again?

You never find out what happened to him. You simply love him, and work to make him feel safe, breeding him when he begs to be filled with more pups somehow, pleading to be yours, all yours.

The first night and you're bewildered, holding his hand and walking through the house that unfolds before you. He's unsettling, you can't pretend otherwise. But he hasn't hurt you. And something clearly hurt him. And you're exhausted. So you search for a place to rest, pulling him into a giant bedroom, hoping you won't be eaten in your sleep or taken by something unknown, something else with sharp teeth and a less gentle disposition

Trying to make him feel safe, wrapping your body around him as best you can, particularly around his belly, he stiffens when you touch it and starts to alternate between growls and whines. After a few days he pulls you around it with content chirps, you're helping him protect the clutch, you're his mate, how kind of you to shield his pups from harm. They must be yours, they have to be.

He needs them to be.

Washing the blood off of him or waking up and it's gone, he looks so pretty sleeping next to you. Time doesn't exist here, you wake and sleep as you like.

Flitting from a day dream mood to a nightmare depending on your Raph's anxiety levels. He doesn't tell you his name, it's just his. Like you. That wasn't discussed either.

He's pretty manageable as long as you're in sight.

But sometimes he wakes up in a blind terror, eyes white and he doesn't truly see you and the world twists and folds around him.

You sit and wait.

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🧡Repo Work🧡

TW: CNC, stalking, use of what could be counted as fictional slurs, dehumanization (use of it pronouns in reference to reader, Mikey refers to himself as an animal)

How long had you been dodging Repo, now? A year. Maybe 2 or 3... give or take. Its not like you had the money to pay him. And Repo knew that. He had you stalked a handful of times, and each time they found the same conclusion; you lived in the cheapest part of town you could, with a bunch of roommates, and lived paycheck to paycheck.

And in those couple of years, those occasional would-be stalkers would give up quick, return to Repo with info he already knew.

If he had wanted to scare you to keep your debt in mind all he had so do was send you a text. But this new guy on your tail? He was next level.

What the fuck Repo??? I can't pay you back if im dead, man, c'mon.

Mikey perched on the edge of the roof, across from his marks building, a furrowed dent in his brow. One that he quickly scrubbed away.

Usually a job from Repo meant a good way to vent his frustration, one where he could rough up the target of he so chose. But this target.... was not like his usual. This man was... cute? Yeah. Cute. And seemed a bit of a wimp, if the way he jumped every time he saw Mikey across the way was anything to go by. He'd come to enjoy the lazy work of watching this one, especially when the other had been more unaware of his gaze. But tonight was his last night, and it felt wrong to just leave without leaving /his/ mark on this cute man. So he waits. And waits. The sun goes down, the mans bedroom lights turn off and..... *there*. A little blue light filtering through the curtains.

His face pulls into a grin as he leaps across to the ledged juliet balcony guards. Its easy to slide the screen and window out of the way, the curtains and lack of proper street light masking him in the dark. He slips to the floor behind the curtains and slides the window closed.

The loud buzz of a vibrator fills the room, accompanied by soft sighs and moans, and the very quiet shifting of a bed. The smell that filled the room made him salivate. His tail twitches between his legs as he crawls flat along the floor to the edge of the bed, catching glimpses of his cute mark laying spread legged on his back, humping the vibrator.

How sweet.

Mikey is on him in an instant, sliding between splayed legs as his hands move to steady the vibrator and cover his marks mouth. To his credit he doesnt scream, just yelped softly in surprise. That pleased Mikey somehow.

His grin grows, showing the gap in his smile, and presses the edge of the vibrator firmly against his marks dick.

The sound Mikey's mark makes is almost louder than his initial yelp. Oh dear, this one would be loud, wouldn't he? Not like Mikey truly minded. He leans down into the marks space, beak pressed to its neck just below the ear lobe, and speaks.

"I'm going to take my hand off your mouth. And you're going to be a good boy and stay quiet for me."

It wasn't phrased as a question but the mark nods vigorously. Good. And so Mikeys other hand is free, immediately trailing down the length of the mans body until he can sink two of his three fingers inside that dripping cunt the he /swore/ he could smell from across the god damned street.

The marks insides coiled around his fingers, soft and hot and /wet/ against his skin, and Mikey moans opened mouthed as he starts to finger fuck the cute man below him. Who was staying as quiet as a little moaning whore could, hands clasped over his mouth and a flush up to his ears. Right when he feels his mark start to twitch and move into his movements he stops, pulling both his hands away.

This earns him an indignant and disappointed whine. He chuckles and lathes a long wet stripe up his marks neck, panting and moaning shamelessly into its ear as he uses his slick soaked hand to finger himself open.

Its a messy process, his hand further soaked and driplets of precum and slick splattering his marks bare tummy as he finally drops with a choked keen. His mark was panting almost as heavy as he was now, and from one glide of his tip through its folds could tell the cause was excitement.

His mark was twice as wet as it'd been, if not more so. He groans his pleasure as he starts to glide his legth through those sopping folds, rutting against its swollen little dick. Fuck.

"You're body is so eager.. are you a yokai chaser??" His hips stutter as the marks cunt spasms against the length of his dick. He laughs. "Oh? You are then? Hate to break it to you, but i'm not yokai" his hips speed up, his tip pulling low to catch on its entrance, a slick little *pop* sounding each time. Mikeys voice lowers conspiratorially, hot breath puffing into his marks ear.

"I'm a mutant, actually." He pulls away just enough to swirl his tip against the muscle of his marks cunt, loving the way it twitched and clenched in time with its dick, and created the smallest amount of suction to tempt him.

Mikey struggles against just sinking all the way inside, nipping at his marks ear and neck wetly, hot breath fanning over the wet spots left of its skin, making said skin prickle. "Fuck. What word did Repo use again... *oh yeah*-"

Steadying his position above the man, he pulled away to watch its face now, with hands gripped and ready on its waist. Mikeys grin is feral.

"I dont think this is what he meant when he said 'hard as nails'" Mikey's hips buck forward, spearing half his length into his now *extremely eager* mark, who was looking up at him with an already half-fucked out expression "uugh-hng- but I'm gunna fuck you full of mutie' cock, and you're gunna like it."

That went without saying, when the man was already trying to wiggle his way down the rest of Mikeys shaft. Cute. Mikey wasnt so confident he could leave without taking this one along.

His voice, so soft, as if asking you conversationally, "What's it like being raped by an animal? Something other? Something that should not exist, shouldn't be possible."

He picks up the pace, pulling back to admire his work. His sclera aren't quite white. Everything about him /is/ other. His tone is too chipper, like he's gently waking you up, not using you like an old sextoy he knows might break, but it's not gonna bother him. Like he assumes you can take it if you were worth keeping.

"Do you feel chosen? Terrified? Do you worry I'll hurt you? Do you worry my cum will burn or make you sick?"

His hands curl up under your shoulders, for a better hold on you. Not to keep you in place, but to force you farther down his thick cock.

"Do you worry it'll take?"

He drops that bombshell right before kissing your temple. Oddly tender. He's so thick you feel sharp little pops, muscles torn. You wonder if he'll break you enough for you to stay open. If it'll be put to good use, if he'll take you again, if he'll drag you off with him.

You want to disappear from the human world, you don't know what he is but you don't care. You don't care, you don't care, he's etherial and wonderful, honeyed voice and red eyes. Cherubic face and impossibly strong arms, holding you down like you're nothing. He smiles. Showing a gap between his teeth again.

You want to never be heard from again.

You cling to him when he stands. Just barely, you make yourself let go. Starting to whimper at the feeling of cum running down your thighs, no more hands on you, no more weight. You're still plenty full, but it will be the last time. It would be reassuring otherwise. You shouldn't be looking at him like that.

He stands there, watching you. How you struggle to keep your arms down. He tilts his head.

You wrap yourself up in a blanket, bury your face in a stuffie. You're lifted, carried out, so quick it's like you weigh less than nothing, like you're flying.

You'll be sick if you look down, so you don't.

He's pressing you into his bed somewhere far underground, comfy and soft on the floor. You're told you're such a good boy. Didn't even look the whole way. Guess you don't wanna go home.

The blanket soaked in cum under you, you squirm and whine until he lines himself up and thrusts back into you. He smacks your cock, pats your cheek, and keeps going. Tells his darling new toy he'll clean you up when he's done filling you up. For now you need to be good and take it.

Somehow he doesn't sound cruel, just like he's explaining. You need to be good, and filled, and then you'll be cleaned up.

You are cleaned with warm water, dried off lovingly, a plug he says is his smallest stretches you nicely, you can't prevent a smile. He's a size king. Huh.

He tells you to rest, leaves the room and waits an hour for you to try and escape.

You never do. You never leave the bed.

You're rewarded with the best midnight snack you've ever had in your life, more rest, and cuddles.

It feels like everything he says is the truth, like this is all meant to be happening, you're beloved and at home with him, cherished and doted on. You should be with him. He's what's best for you. He makes soft noises, appreciative and inhuman as you hold him back. As you relax in his arms. He tells you he's sorry he left you unprotected for so long. His voice sounds different. It was hungry, now sated. Like you're a fun little puzzle it took him an hour to figure out, to slot into the heart of his life, and continue on with it all without the slightest concern that a mistake may have been made.

Not dismissive by a long shot, he isn't done with you. He's just not starving anymore. He has you, and he's keeping you, and everything is okay. He tells you you're the safest you've ever been, and you only feel mostly stupid for believing him, for drifting off so quickly in his arms.

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I have raph. BRAINWORMS thanks to. BEST FRIEND and also the DISEASE i have called BEING GAY FOR RAPH DISEASE its fucking TERMINAL IM DYING GRRAGAGGSGDGDHABSH

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!!!!!! NSFT content! Minors DNI !!!!!!

Stories on this blog include selfcest. All characters are 25+ unless stated otherwise.

Contents and TW may include:

-noncon, dubcon, cnc, pregnancy, bodymods, body horror, discussion of mental and physical illness, religious kink, assorted things that are either upsetting or fun to explore in fiction (not irl), dehumanization

ALL Readers/xinserts are male, and often trans masc.

Characters are frequently chubby and/or trans because I'm chubby and trans and fat/trans people are gorgeous!!

Hi!!!!! Hello!! We are Star and Bug, we love tmnt esp rottmnt ESP Mikey ESP ESP future Mikey (we love the others and write abt them too!)

We write hot yaoi on yaoi tmnt x reader Action baby!!! Usually transmasc reader and Rise turtles, but there are some occasional cis male reader and other TMNT iterations.

List of aus!! (Almost all aus branch out into diff stories, and are more umbrella labels for anything with the same general premise.)

Doorstep au:

-future mikey fell through the portal and onto your doorstep and wants you bad

-Angelo (present mikey) wants you bad

-healing, catfights and shenanigans ensue

Employment au:

-you are hired to entertain future mikey by his exhausted past brothers

-he's understimulated and refuses to stay out of trouble

-it's your job to care for him

-and he's delighted

Devotee au:

-TBA ;3

Mutant pets au:

-mutants are pets

Human pets au:

-you are pet

Something in the water au:

-nature yielded something odd and it wishes to either come home with you, or drag you back home with it

Lamb and Guard dogs au:

-feral F Mikey x reader x F Leo

Wasteland baby au:

-mikey finds you in the wasteland and keeps you, one way or another

-you're feral or he's feral

Silent hill au:

-includes Raph PT au

-donnie and mikey are nurses

-??????

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Doorstep AU short porn

Dude I woke up at like 1 am to a Future Mikey x trans masc! Reader x Current Mikey (Angelo) AU thing my friend wrote and my fucking god it kept me awake thinking about it SO THROWING IN MY OWN SPICE

-All characters are over the age of 25 in all my writing unless stated otherwise!

-Would also like to note that, to me, while essentially being the same person Mikey and Angelo have lived VERY VERY different lives, and thus have become very different people. So. Take that however you will.

TW: food play, dom/sub themes, self-cest, threesome, semi-public sex

You were both in so much trouble. Mikey had yet to forgive you fully for the prank you pulled at his expense, so he had sent you shopping. The list was long, with odd items like "2 apples. 1 cucumber. 1 lolipop." And so on.

The items ranged from as small as a pack of gum to as big as a grapefruit. And he had given one direction: steal as much of it as you can. But not in your clothes. And he did make you wear layers, it was cold outside afterall, he had said. So you and Angelo, sporting winter layers, masks and glasses, weird shopping list in hand, headed out to the closest corner store. And though he had been intentionally vague, the cum Angelo was told to hold inside "for lube", and the rule that he was Not allowed to drop, had made everything crystal clear.

Both of you were admittedly antsy when you started picking through the shelves of the empty store, the night shift cashier seeming adamant on ignoring you until he didn't have to. So with a few of the list items in hand and a near diabolical grin you turned to Angelo.

You tried to shush him, being as gentle as you could be while also being quick and stealthy, but god he always got so damn /loud/ and the slick dripping down his thighs wasn't helping. You had to play it cool when the apple finally popped passed his entrance, making Angelo sob and the cashier turn your way, coughing into your unoccupied hand. Then it was your turn, the lustful grin Angelo graced you with mirroring what yours had been, and made your legs shake in anticipation.

His perverse huffing, fogged glasses and flushed cheeks made it somehow worse. Lucky for you, you were quieter than Angelo, but at a cost when he started picking the oddly shaped items off the list to stuff you with, trying to squeeze a squeal from your tightly clenched jaw. The bastard even went so far as to brush his fingers up and down your dick "accidentally" in hopes of breaking your resolve.

By the time you both ambled up to the cashier- bounty of whatever items you couldn't inside fit in arm instead- you both had to lean into eachother for support. The mask/glasses combo hid your wanton expressions but not the fogged lenses, shaken voices, unsteady limbs, and the flush trailing down your neck. The amount of fake coughing you both did to hide the sound of wet squelching from each step definitely didn't help, with the cashier pumping an egregious amount of hand sanitizer into his palm after you both paid and turned to leave.

The walk home was the worst (best) part, hand in hand, leaning into eachother, panting heavy with every step as it jostled everything inside you both. Suddenly Angelo stops, forcing you to as well, and his tearful eyes flick to your face as he whispers in shame. The apple had slipped out, now seated at his entrance, grinding against his tail from inside his tight shorts. You pull him into the next alley. Move so you are hidden behind a dumpster, grocery bags set in a clean-ish spot, and shove him a little too roughly against the wall.

You devour him, ripping both of your masks off to press your mouth to his. Both of your moans are muffled as you kiss each other beyond stupid, hand shoved down the front of his pants to play with his blown out hole, pressing the apple in widest part first this time, until it slides back inside with another slick pop. Just from the way Angelo cries and bites your bottom lip you can tell he came. But you weren't far behind, his thigh pressed between your legs to grind on. And when you do, to your horror and Angelo's excitement, one of the clementines is pushed out. He makes a perky noise passed the fog of euphoria, hands eagerly sliding passed your own waistband. ~

Neither of you know how long you spend in that alley, grinding, swiring tongues and pumping hands, but by the time you both hobbled out the shopping bags were significantly lighter, items shoved in to keep the rest of the the items from slipping out on that last stretch of the walk home.

Mikey, at your return, was quite pleased despite your shared worry over taking too long, and thus extending the punishment. He had you both "unpack" each other over the kitchen counter for him, sliding items one after the other first out of Angelo. His swollen cock dropped with force as you pulled the last item from his gaping tail, him biting his tongue on an eager whimper as it freely twitched in the open air. Felt the brush of your fingers.

Copious amounts of cum was left to drip over the counters edge, coating each item pulled from his tail... it make you squirm in anticipation. This marked the end of Angelo's punishment...but just the half of yours. He had been just an accessory to your crimes, after all. Justice must be served fairly. It was your turn to sit on the counter and Angelo moved to the floor between your splayed legs dutifully to "unpack". He wasn't allowed to clear off the counter first, forcing you to sit exactly where he had sat before, the pools of his cum sticking your skin to the counter top, coating your ass and thighs in a thick sheen when you spread them.

His throat bobbed in a heavy swallow as you opened yourself up for him, and, after chancing a final glance over at a supervising Mikey, slid his fingers into your own stretched out hole for the first item that was already crowning.

Mikey surveyed the items that came out of you both from the other counter across the way, crossing things off the receipt with such amusement and satisfaction in his eyes that it almost made you hopeful this could be the last of /your/ punishments as well. When that last item slips from you Mikey claps, honest to Supreme, /claps/ at the feat of how well you both did. He honestly didn't expect you both to fit so much inside eachother. And now that you were properly prepped, Angelo could join Mikey is the last half of your punishment, if he wasn't too overstimulated.

From the way Angelo's cock hung so heavy between his legs you mentally braced yourself for a long, hard night.

~

Mikey considered himself a very lenient lover. He let you and Angelo get away with many things; mostly because he genuinely didn't mind. That, and when you both got an idea into your cute little heads it was almost impossible to stop the snowball without jumping into its direct path. And often. In its direct path he was. If not it's target. But this time you had taken the pranks too far, dragging Angelo down with you, and making Mikey actually -genuinely- irritated with you. Which was an odd feeling, after years of begging any god that would listen for even just one more glimpse of your smiling face.

He wasn't the type to snap often, oh no, he was meticulous and calculating in his revenge- something he had picked up from two of his elder brothers- and he had planned out every detail of how he would get both of you back. The first session had not been part of his punishment plan, but catching you both red handed had sparked a rare fire in him. He felt like being cruel. And he had used his chains to do so. The rest of the week followed with regularly scheduled punishment sessions, with a day or two between to give his cute lovers time to recuperate before he moved on to the next fun idea he had.

This was supposed to mark the end of the punishment week, at least for Angelo who had more than learned his lesson at this point. For you he had a few more ideas he needed to plan out. But this one he had been waiting all week for, and the wait had been /oh so/ worth it.

He had waited impatiently for both of you to return from the store, left pacing in the living room, and was down right giddy when you had stumbled passed the threshold on jelly legs, breathing heavy. He schooled his expression well, watching with well hidden fever as you pulled item after item out of a squeaky and sobbing Angelo.

It was a little odd to feel so turned on from watching a slightly younger version of himself be used like a grocery bag, but he wasn't going to dwell on it too much. Especially when Angelo's gaping entrance tries to clench on nothing as they make eye contact.

/Damn/ that was cute.

He holds back his praises until the end, as badly as he wanted to show how impressed he was. You really stuffed each other as full as you could. For him. Because he said to. That alone could could get his tail throbbing. After all, either of you could have said no and walked away whenever you'd wanted. But neither of you had.

Then it was your turn, and that, right there- that wanton expression, tinted with shame. It had been exactly what he had wanted to see. The icing on the cake being how much darker you both flushed as he clapped for your performance, saccharin praise dripping from his mouth like the honey trap it was.

But now it was for the /really/ fun part, your limp form easily maneuvered off the counter and onto the floor. Angelo was allowed to help with this punishment, as reward for being such a good boy all week, so he instructs him to lay down first. On his back with you laying over him, back to his chest like a little spoon, both of you looking expectantly up at Mikey.

He decides this is on his list of top 5 favorite positions as he fits himself between your spread legs, feeding Angelo's swollen cock into your loose entrance, it sliding in with unusual ease after all that "shopping".

Hm, Angelo had stretched you out very well for them. Mikey would have to reward him for that later, his fingers pressing over the base Angelos cock in thought, making the younger keen and buck up into you. That would have to wait, however.

With a groan and a chuckle Mikey lets himself drop, his own cock slapping out onto your bare stomach, an almost mirror of Angelos cock, though somehow a little sharper, a little longer. Thumbs move to press and rub into your plush thighs before ordering Angelo to replace Mikeys hands with his own, and keep your legs up and open, which Angelo does without a word.

Then he's lining himself up and pushing inside. Even with all that prep it's a tight stretch, but your wails of pleasure leave no room for him to worry. On the contrary, they only make him work into you harder, using your stuffed cunt to pleasure himself - and Angelo- paying your own pleasure little mind in the moment.

Not that it mattered when you were already cumming again.

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