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babyybitchhh · 3 years

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Shigaraki x Reader 18+

Title: Crybaby

Rating: Explicit/R-18+

Words: 12,290

Warnings: I'll be honest and say I'm not entirely sure how to tag some of this so proceed with caution. Infantilization, forced age regression, mental age regression, non consensual regression, ageplay, mentions of baby bottles and pacifiers, coercion, general noncon and dubcon, diddling, vaginal fingering, involuntary urination, wetting, mention of forced third party bathing, diapers, penis in vagina sex, unprotected sex, creampie, excessive use of 'Tomu-nii', mention of sex slaves, a brief but explicitly violent death mention towards the start, overall very questionable decisions from both me and Shigaraki

A/N: I will not be taking any questions at this time, thank you.

( @tomurasprincess)

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There was a fine line between a gift and a burden.

A new video game, for example, is something people were generally happy to receive and there was no obligation to slave over it at all hours of the day, unless you wanted to. A puppy, on the other hand, came with a certain amount of responsibility that couldn’t be side lined until Tomura decided to deal with it. There was no save button, no coming back to it later. He had to be vigilant to some degree, mindful of the life that was now in his hands, and that wasn’t something he was accustomed to by any stretch of the imagination. He couldn’t stand it. Didn’t even really possess the vernacular needed to describe exactly how much it pissed him off that he was suddenly expected to take care of someone - something else.

It was bullshit.

Standing over your prone form sprawled out on the cluttered floor he thinks, not for the first time, about ending it right here and now. It would be easy, surely. One touch of his hand and you’d be gone. Disintegrated to mere dust and nothing more than a vague, unpleasant memory in the back of his mind. You deserved it by simple virtue of being such a damn inconvenience but, just as every other time, he hesitates.

Not because you don’t even realize the danger you’re in as you innocently kick your legs back and forth in the air, all your wide eyed, dopey attention locked on the tv screen. Tomura is not so soft as to consider a sneak attack you don’t even see coming an insult to his pride. He would’ve been showing you mercy, actually, because if he didn’t fear upsetting All for One so much he’d have preferred to wrap his hands around your scrawny little neck instead. Give you a good throttle or two. Squeeze until his knuckles were a stark white against your purpling blue skin. He could almost envision what you would look like, all bloated and full of blood from burst capillaries and reddened eyes rolling into the back of your skull.

His cock stirs in his pants and his hatred for you grows with it. He couldn’t stand you or what you represented, a sudden addition to his life that he never asked for but couldn’t get rid of, and the fact he was getting stiff from his morbid fantasies was certainly your fault too. Everything was your fault. Right down to the most minor of inconveniences, you were to blame - even if it happened before you were dropped into his lap with all the to-do of a posh, overly indulgent birthday present. It was you. You, you, you, you you you youyouyouyouyou -

“Tomu-nii?”

With a jolt, he snaps out of it. The haze lifts and his blown out eyes focus in on your tubby little face, now turned over your shoulder to glance back at him. Tomura isn’t sure when you realized he was looming over you like some horrible, sickly wraith and he knows even less how it is that you show no fear towards him. Were you really so stupid that you couldn’t sense his desire to not only kill you but make you suffer? So blind that you didn’t see the way his bony hands fisted at his sides with a purpose and not in idle reflex?

No. It wasn’t that you were as unintelligent as a brain dead sheep happily trotting off to slaughter. Rather, it’s because that was what All for One had designed you to be.

Tomura wouldn’t claim to understand how, exactly, his mentor had gotten these results but he knows enough to recognize the signs. You’d been stripped of everything in a way that far exceeded mere surface level nudity. All for One had gone even deeper than that, past flesh and bone and right into the heart of what made you you. The brain.

He had no doubt that a quirk had been used, the specifics of which he couldn’t even begin to fathom, but the tinkering and rewiring had done its job exceedingly well, in fact. While your body was that of a young adult woman, early to mid 20’s if he had to wager a guess, your mind was something like that of a toddlers. You could speak just fine but the enunciation was sloppy, your words childish and limited to small, easily communicable sentences. You picked up on things surprisingly fast, perhaps even a little too well if the way he’d heard you let out a soft, half hearted ‘fuck’ earlier was anything to go by. But you slipped up just as easily and he was getting real tired of making sure you went and sat on the toilet instead of pissing all over his (no doubt already smelly) carpet. Living in his own mess was one thing. Living in someone else’s was another matter entirely.

Nothing about this was in error, though. You were exactly what All for One intended for you to be - little more than an animal for him to look after but with arguably higher stakes involved - and he’d had enough. It’d only been a single day, a full 24 hours since you were dropped into his room, and he was already at the end of his patience.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like that stupid cartoon I put on for you?”

You actually had the audacity to pout at him, jutting your lower lip out and puffing your cheeks as if that was supposed to make him feel anything other than an even stronger urge to take you out of this world. “S’not that. Mm’ just bored. You’re no fun.”

Tomura very nearly lunges at you with outstretched hands, All for One be damned, but your next words stop him in his tracks.

“I thought maybe you were coming to play with me.”

Play with you? He would’ve laughed if only he could find even a sliver of real humor in this situation. This was a joke, if not because of the absurdity of it all then at least because he wanted to play with you alright. He wanted to play a game that started with you screaming in shrill terror and ended with a chilly body laid out on his bedroom floor. That sounded like more fun than a barrel of kittens.

He stills himself, though, and snobbishly peers at you down the length of his nose. “I don’t play games with brats. Sorry.”

That only makes you pout even more. “Meanie.”

“Watch your fucking cartoon,” Tomura grits out through gnashing, angry teeth, unreasonably irritated by your persistent refusal to cooperate. “Before I make you.”

He isn’t even really sure if that threat makes any sense at this point, so thrown off by your mere presence in what should’ve been his space that he can barely make heads or tails of his own thoughts anymore. But the dramatic way you squawk in displeasure and throw yourself out flat on the floor placates him somewhat. You were easy to rile up, and he would have been a boldfaced liar if he’d said he didn’t get a kick out of that. Tomura had never felt quite so cruel, so much like an adolescent bully looking to make his problems someone else’s as when he was working you up into a proper fit.

It was easily the most enjoyable aspect of this arrangement so far, and he watches with nothing short of smug satisfaction as you pound your hands on the floor in pent up frustration. It was laughably easy to picture what they’d look like, well groomed after a manicure and with a fresh coat of polish on the nails. You looked like you’d probably been the sort of woman who would go with reds. Fierce and bold, as much a statement as your pretty face, which was currently scrunched up and pressed tight against the carpet in front of his tv. Those same hands were plain and unadorned now, squeezed into tight little fists that were about as harmless as they could get. Tomura probably would’ve considered a turtle more of a pressing threat than you right now.

“Crybaby.” He spits the word out like it’s poison. “Does that make you feel better? Huh? Throwing a tantrum just because you’re not getting your way?”

“Mm’ not a crybaby!” You scream into the carpet. The contrast between your plushy figure and your behavior is disturbing on some very real, intrinsic level and that only seems to add fuel to his fire.

“Hah! That’s funny. You certainly look like one, you know that? What would you even think of yourself if you were in your right mind, I wonder.”

“Mm’ not!” Your incessant screeching rises in pitch and Tomura is almost positive you aren’t even really hearing him anymore, but he decides he doesn’t care.

“Embarrassing. Maybe I should have Kurogiri bring me a bottle since you want to act like a baby so much. Or would you like a pacifier instead? Hmm? Would that make you feel better, princess?”

“Nooooo!”

Your feet start kicking the air again, violently rather than in placid distraction, and the motion draws Tomura’s gaze to the seat of your onesie. Pink and humiliatingly infantile for a grown woman to be wearing, he’d looked at it with nothing short of contempt up until now. But the (no doubt exhausting) flex of your legs bunches the loose cotton, making it gather around your upturned ass and in turn emphasizes the convenient button flap across the back. Now that he’s actually looking at it, he’s almost positive it was wide enough to expose your entire rear to the world with little more than a quick snap of his fingers. Maybe even wide enough to expose other things too …

Tomura jolts with all the force of a sudden electric shock when you cry out his name or, rather, the ridiculous moniker you’d given him. He’d like to know who’d planted that particular seed in your head - if it was All for One’s idea of a twisted joke or if Kurogiri had really thought being called niichan by a woman who may or may not actually be older than him would make Tomura feel all warm and fuzzy inside. It doesn’t exactly matter now, though, because the wet quality of your voice makes his cock spring up in his pants. He’s mildly horrified with himself, far more comfortable with his earlier fantasies of killing you, but there’s no helping it anymore. Not when you say his name like that. Not when the tears he’d initially thought were crocodilian at best were so thick and heavy in your throat that the syllables come out garbled and almost incomprehensible.

He’s not sure what he intends to do, but he shuffles closer.

You’ve started to tire out now and the kicking slows before stopping all together. He watches your ankles cross over one another in the air, as if you were trying to self soothe on some level by physically keeping yourself together, but it doesn’t seem to do much in the way of good. Your shoulders were still trembling with the lingering traces of your fit, and he can hear you mewling into the abrasive carpet like a wounded animal. It was clear that you were hurting because of him - and not just as a result of his teasing. After the complete and utter deconstruction of your mind, you were probably scared without even really knowing why. Confused, but too lost in the quirk induced stupor that had left you in this sorry state to seek out answers.

He hadn’t bothered to test this theory yet, but Tomura would have been willing to bet good money that All for One left you with very little inside that thick skull of yours. It just made sense, after all. For what good was a doll with memories of her past life? What would he have possibly gotten out of playing house with someone who fought him every step of the way, either out of embarrassment or repulsion towards him as a person?

No. You were a blank slate in the strictest sense. His to mold however he deemed fit and with no recollection of who you were, who you’d been or even who you’d wanted to be, he was free to do whatever he damn well pleased.

There was still raging contempt for you burning within his chest, certainly. You were an annoying, unnecessary burden on him and there was no getting around the fact that he still wanted you gone. But the spark igniting his gut is even stronger and, for better or worse, it momentarily overrides his better judgement.

So he sinks down onto his knees, directly behind you, and reaches out to tentatively palm the swell of your ass. Pinky held away, so as not to disintegrate you, which surprises him somewhat given how vivid his fantasies of killing you had been. He doesn’t get to linger on that for very long though, because you grow still at his touch and your pathetic sniveling quiets to a soft, almost hopeful sniffle. Tomura bites back a crude snort, just barely managing to catch himself before he backpedals and hisses another insult at you. He could probably take what he wanted with any given method, he didn’t have to be nice about it, but somehow the alternative just felt wrong. Physically you were an adult, but with the mental state of a child it felt a bit like taking advantage of an innocent and he wasn’t a complete monster.

“Sorry,” he murmurs, the word foreign on his tongue. “I shouldn’t have been so mean. Will you forgive me?”

You squirm and push your face further into the carpet. “Mhm.”

He doesn’t smile. But he does take that as an incentive to push forward, and he starts caressing your backside with slow, cautious circles. “Do you really want me to play with you that bad?”

“Mhm.”

Hesitating, Tomura considers his next words very carefully. “Fine. I’ll play with you. But I get to choose the game.”

You don’t immediately respond and he starts to wonder if he’d made a mistake. Overestimated his ability to be diplomatic and conscientious - which wouldn’t exactly have come as a surprise. But then you shift on the floor, tension draining from your body as you turn your head so you aren’t suffocating in the carpet anymore. “Okay.”

His brows lift in surprise only to then knit together. It was that easy? He’s not so sure he trusts it but, dropping his gaze back down to your ass, he gives the doughy soft flesh an experimental squeeze. Your only response is a soft, faltering sigh that seems to help you relax more. This, too, seems a little too good to be true but he keeps going anyway.

When a few minutes of kneading your defenseless backside does nothing to upset you, Tomura starts to get bolder. He slowly brings his opposite hand forward and latches onto the other cheek with four fingers, massaging both sides in tandem. He’d had the unfortunate luck of seeing your bare ass late the previous evening, after you’d emptied your bladder all over the blanket he’d tossed you to sleep on which had resulted in an aggressively administered bath for you and a frustrated headache for him. He hadn’t paid too much attention at the time, far too angry to be horny, but he knew enough to realize that you were unexpectedly voluptuous under that onesie.

The garment itself was so oversized it hid even the smallest hint of the womanly figure underneath. He probably would’ve forgotten all about it, pushed to the back of his mind in favor of more pressing matters (like getting rid of you) but now that he’s got his hands on your butt it’s all he can think about. The way your full tits jiggled when he’d non too gently manhandled you into the tub. The frustratingly cute lower belly pouch that bulged when you sat down, crying, on the porcelain surface. The way your thighs molded to whatever position he’d yanked them in so he could hose you off like a filthy stray. He’d actively avoided looking at what was between your legs, in fear of what he’d see as much as stubborn refusal, but looking back on it now he isn’t sure how he hadn’t given in to temptation.

Now, however, he was suddenly more interested than ever in finding out what your pussy looked like and, hooking his long index fingers into the flap, he starts to unlatch it one button at a time.

You make no move to stop him. Don’t even protest or question what he’s doing. It’s almost as if just having his attention on you is enough, and Tomura’s mouth pulls back in a sneer at the mere thought. You were so damn stupid for trusting him like this, completely oblivious or uncaring about what his intentions were. He could be as violent with you as he wanted. He could erase you from this existence with the briefest touch. But you just lay there, your shoulders slowly rising and falling with each even breath you draw, and he can’t decide if that feeling clawing at the back of his throat is hatred or guilt.

But there’s no real reason to stop now, so he carefully peels back the flap of fabric once he’s got it completely unfastened. Bare skin greets him, a perfectly exposed strip of swelling flesh that seems all the more enticing with pink cotton framing it so nicely. He pauses long enough to lick his dry, cracked lips. The weight of his stiff cock strains against the inside of his zipper, twitching eagerly when he reaches out to hesitantly touch your back side again.

The sensation of a real, living person under his fingertips makes his breath come a little faster. Still, you don’t move though and he picks up right where he left off, roughly groping your ass cheeks with barely contained excitement until he gets so vigorous that you whimper.

“Shh. I’ll try not to be so rough.” Tomura shushes you, throaty and barely more than a murmur.

You settle back into place, thankfully, and he takes that chance to spread your cheeks open. He gets a brief glimpse of the puckered hole hidden inside, white hot static racing straight to his groin, and he lets out a rumbling groan. His fingers squeeze into flesh again and he pulls, baring you entirely to his voracious eyes. The tight muscle twitches, winking at him, and his attention drops to the smallest satiny peak of your slit. He can just barely see it, mostly hidden behind the pooling fabric bunched under the swell of your ass, but it’s more than enough to make him feel dizzy.

“Shit,” he sounds winded even to his own ears. “You’ve got such a nice body.”

To his surprise, you actually perk up at that. “Really?”

Tomura almost snaps at you on impulse, so irritated by the sound of your voice that he nearly forgets what he’s trying to do. Quelling himself, though, he tugs at the bottom half of your onesie until he can see the plushy soft lips of your pussy. You look so inviting, so warm and real he can hardly even stand it.

“Really.” He croaks. “How old are you again?”

You seem to think about that. “Mm, I dunno’!”

He frowns. Contemplates that for a long beat. But the coarse hair curling around your slit seems answer enough, for him at least. You weren’t actually a child. You just sounded like one, acted like one, dressed like one. That wasn’t what was getting him so painfully hard though. It was the fact you were a woman, physically, and he’d never gotten to see one up close and personal like this before. Why hadn’t All for One just given him a proper sex slave instead of one that threw tantrums and cried at the drop of a dime? Was this really what his mentor had intended for him to do with you?

“Tomu-nii?”

Drawing a sharp breath, he brings his attention up to bark at you to be quiet but the words catch when he finds you looking at him over your shoulder. He can feel his cheeks starting to warm, suddenly embarrassed.

“What?”

“Why’re you looking at me like that?”

He flounders for a moment. Then, awkwardly clearing his throat, he decides to fall back on his original excuse. “This is the game I mentioned earlier. You wanted to play, right?”

You nod your head, but you don’t look entirely certain about that. “I do but … aren’t games s’posed to be fun? This is boring!”

His mouth presses into a thin line. It hadn’t occurred to him that you might not be content to just idly sit by while he molested your slutty little body, but if it was fun you wanted then he could certainly give you that. “This was just the warm up. Roll over and I’ll show you how to play.”

The way your eyes light up almost makes him regret this decision. It’s too late though, you’re already twisting over on to your back with your elbows braced on the carpet so you can stare up at him. Stupid and expectant.

He clicks his tongue.

Reaching out to grab your wide set hips with only eight of his fingers, he inelegantly drags you closer so that you were nicely slotted between his knees. Your legs curl up as you regard him with nothing short of intense curiosity, lips parting in a silent ‘o’ that very nearly sends him over the edge. You were too pretty for your own good. Much too beautiful to be wearing a pink onesie and acting like a baby. This was such a waste, and he almost feels bad for what All for One did to you.

But he shrugs it off, forcefully, and his delicately poised hands descend on your zipper. Zrrrrrt, straight down the length of your body. It stops directly above your crotch and he reaches up to reverently push the cotton out to the sides and expose the rest of you.

Your tits were even better than he’d initially thought. They were full and heavy, dotted with the most perfect little buds for nipples. Soft and smooth. Tomura’s mouth waters in anticipation and he doesn’t realize how roughly he’s jerking your arms out of the sleeves until you wail dramatically that it hurts.

He’d like to tell you what really hurts is his cock, unbearably hard and trapped inside his pants, but he refrains. Instead, he huffs out an insincere apology and keeps on yanking. He can’t get you undressed fast enough, mesmerized by the way your breasts jiggle and bounce every time he pulls on you. There’s something inherently wrong about this, he knows. It’s so damn obvious you’re not right in the head, that you aren’t of sound enough mind to even understand what he’s doing to you, but he can’t bring himself to stop. Not when you were so willing and pliant under his shaking hands.

Finally managing to wrest the blasted onesie off your kicking feet, Tomura tosses it off to the side and he eagerly sets his sights on your naked body. You should have looked seductive and coy, spread out in front of him with a devious smile curling artfully painted lips as you invite him to have his way with you. Instead, you fitfully squirm, neither seductive nor shy. It’s clear that you have no sense of shame, your artificially infantile brain completely void of the concept and even less aware of how inappropriate any of this was. You just keep looking at him, waiting for the explanation he’d promised to give you.

Oh. That’s right. The game he kept talking about. Perhaps he could still salvage this after all.

“The rules are simple,” he says slowly, scrambling to put together a decent excuse to keep going. “I’ll touch you for a little bit and if I can make you feel good then I win. After that, it’ll be your turn. If you make me feel good, you’ll win. Understand?”

Your expression pinches in confusion. “So we both win?”

“Only if we make each other feel good. What’s wrong? You don’t want to play with me anymore?”

Much to his relief, you quickly bob your head. “I do! Please play with me, Tomu-nii!”

The way his cock jolts at that makes his entire body ache. It’s much too late to turn back now, he was well past the point of salvation, and he haltingly drags his attention down to your chest. Your petite nipples had stiffened in the cool air but it’s as if you don’t even notice. Wasn’t that something a grown woman would be conscious of? He thinks so, or at least he’s pretty sure it is. Apparently it isn’t the sort of thing a dumb baby brain even registers, though, and he reaches out to curiously flick at one.

You gasp, eyes widening slightly. Misplaced hope sears his veins and he watches you intently, holding his breath, but you don’t seem to understand what it is you’re feeling. Your brows furrow as you glance down at yourself and bring a hand up to cover your nipple.

“Oww …”

That certainly wasn’t the reaction he’d expected. Or at least it wasn’t the sort of reaction Pornhub had taught him to expect, but it was still something.

“Baby.” He grumbles, reaching for the opposite tit.

“Mm’not!”

“Are too. Didn’t that feel good?”

“No!”

“Then you’re winning, aren’t you?”

Confusion marches across your face for a moment before understanding dawns. You look quite pleased now as you track the movement of his hand as he carefully pinches your puckered nipple between thumb and forefinger, gently rolling it between the pads. He doesn’t get an immediate reaction out of you but the longer he does it the more your lips start to purse. It’s as if you were holding back, determined not to show him that you might be enjoying it and risk losing the game, but it’s enough to embolden him.

His ministrations pick up and he gives your delicate little teat a mild twist. There’s no malice or cruelty behind the action. He just wants to see what you’ll do. And you don’t disappoint, the way you jump and your mouth flies open as if to squawk making his stomach clench with something perverse. You catch yourself at the last second though, teeth clacking together as your gaze flits up at him to see if he’s looking.

He is, of course, and you forcibly swallow the sound you’d almost let out. Tomura is a bit disappointed, sure. He’d wanted to hear how pretty you’d moan for him but there were still plenty of other chances for him to coerce at least one out of you.

Hunching over your prone body, he brings his other hand up to latch onto the opposite nipple, the one he’d previously flicked. You wince at the contact but make no move to stop him, biting down on your lower lip to keep quiet as you watch him play with your fat tits in petulant silence. It was ass backwards in so many ways. He’d thought, despite everything, his first time with a girl would be somewhat normal. Maybe not picture perfect or all that good when everything was said and done, but at least relatively mundane. This was the farthest thing from that though. He couldn’t conceive of a more wildly abnormal scenario even if he’d tried, nor did he recall ever seeing any porn with this hyper specific set up. But there was still some sick, twisted part of him that was deriving pleasure from this decidedly unorthodox encounter with the opposite sex, and that feeling only grows exponentially the more he keeps going.

Kneading, pinching, squeezing, tugging. He doesn’t let up until your nipples are flushed dark and straining hard, the glistening hint of tears at the corners of your eyes telling him beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was getting somewhere. The urge to call you a crybaby swells in his chest again but he doesn’t want to risk another tantrum. He wasn’t so sure his cock could handle it, particularly not when he’d positioned himself over you in such a way that one solid kick would put him out of commission for the foreseeable future. No, this was a delicate situation that required the utmost care on his part and, gathering his nerves, he swoops down to cover one of the stiff buds with his mouth.

The heated gasp that bursts out of you in a great woosh has him groaning into the meaty swell of your tit. You shudder underneath him, involuntarily twitching as he traces your areola with the tip of his tongue and laves it in warm, wet attention. He can tell that you’re not sure what to do so he waits with bated breath, reveling in the fleshy nub pinched between his lips. There was no reason for him not to squeeze every last drop of enjoyment he could get out of this while he could, after all - but then your hands find his hair, threading into wavy locks, and he throbs for you.

“Tomu-nii …”

He practically sinks into you, damn near suffocating himself in the plushy swell of your breast. His mouth opens wide and sucks more of you past his lips, suckling enthusiastically just like the infant you were programmed to be. This particular role reversal doesn’t even seem to register in your mind though and he seethes when you tug at his hair, trying to pull him off.

“St-aaahp …. I don’t like it!”

Tomura comes up off you with a wet gasp. “Bullshit.” He practically growls, narrowing his eyes at your dopey, flustered expression.

“It’s true! I don’t!”

“Oh? Should we check then?”

Your face scrunches and you draw a breath to question him, but he doesn’t give you the chance. Going back up on his knees, he plants one hand against the meat of your inner thigh and shoves it wide. His other darts between your legs before you can react, spindly digits finding your bare cunt and prodding at your folds with rough fingertips. You jolt at the contact but it’s too late. He barely has to touch you to feel the slick oozing out of you and he lets loose a harsh bark of laughter.

“My ass. You’re fucking soaked. You shouldn’t lie, you know.”

“I didn’t!” You gasp, clearly offended by the insinuation. “You’re just a fucking meanie!”

That gives him pause.

Glancing up at your face, Tomura regards you carefully as he tries to figure out his next move. On one hand it was his own fault for saying that word around you so much and it’s not like it was any of his business what you did or didn’t say, but on the other … there was something uncomfortable about hearing that come out of your mouth with such a childish inflection. It lacked any and all bite, not even a hint of impotent aggression to be found. You were just parroting him, that’s all, but for whatever reason he didn’t really appreciate it.

“Don’t say that.” He huffs, turning his attention back to your pussy.

Tomura had wanted to leave it at that, but of course you have to fight him every step of the way.

“Why not?” You ask rather flippantly.

“Because i said so. If you want to get smart, be my guest. I know how to handle bratty little girls like you.”

He’s a bit surprised when that actually shuts you up. Apparently, he was starting to get the hang of this but he still has to sneak a quick peek at you just to make sure. The fact you actually look contemplative, as if you were turning that over in your empty head, almost makes him laugh.

“Do you still want to play?” God, he sorely hoped you did.

You hesitate though, unwilling to give your acquiescence just like that. “When is it my turn?” You ask warily.

“Soon. I’ve got one more chance to make you feel good and then you can try.”

“Mmm … okay. But I’m not gonna’ lose!”

He’s almost certain you would have already lost if you weren’t such a petulant little thing, but he keeps that to himself. Instead, he once again turns his attention to the spot between your legs. Your puffy slit was noticeably wet, the faint sheen of fluid glistening slightly in the overhead light, and he takes a moment to gently part the curls there. Just as he’d thought. Damp to the touch and only getting wetter. He really was going to have to talk to you about lying especially since, in this particular context, you were cheating. This was a far cry from his video games but that didn’t make it any less annoying.

Swallowing his reprimand for the time being, though, Tomura carefully presses two fingers into the doughy softness of your labia and spreads them apart. He can see now that you were practically drenched in slick arousal, thin threads of discharge stretching across your petal soft folds before snapping. He gulps down his nerves. You really did have the prettiest pussy he’d ever seen and the fact it was all his for the taking very nearly had him creaming in his pants right then and there. It was almost obscene how bad he wanted to fuck your tampered brains out but he didn’t want to scare you into noncompliance. He wasn’t going to fight for this if he didn’t have to.

Slowly, so as not to startle you, he brings his other hand close and prods at where he thinks your clit should be. He’d certainly seen them in enough triple X videos to have some idea of where to look, but when all you do is let out a soft sigh he knows he’s mistaken.

His teeth gnash in high strung irritation as he walks his finger lower and then higher, feeling a bit like a blind fool searching for buried treasure. There were so many fleshy ridges and folds that he couldn’t pinpoint the right spot from memory alone, so he has to take his time feeling around instead. He thinks he’s found it for a split second when you shift underneath him, but then he realizes you were simply getting fussy - no doubt bored with all his incessant pawing - and that only angers him further. It shouldn’t have been this damn hard to find!

Impatient now, Tomura roughly swipes his finger up the length of your slit and surprise washes over him when you jolt as if he’d electrocuted you. Your head comes up off the rug and you stare at him, wide eyed, but it was much too late. He’d finally gotten the reaction out of you that he’d been hoping for, and he leans into it with nothing short of devilish delight.

Knowing precisely where to look helps a great deal and it immediately occurs to him that the reason he’d struggled so much is because your clit was still hidden behind its protective hood. But he’s got the advantage now, and he ever so carefully pinches at satiny soft skin until he can ease it back and expose the sensitive little bud nestled inside. You whimper slightly as he does it, squirming awkwardly on your back as if you could instinctively sense that you might be in a bit of trouble now. It was kind of cute, if he was being totally honest.

“I don’t think I like this game …”

“You will. Trust me.”

Clearly not believing him, you start to open your mouth to complain but he stops you cold with a quick flick of his finger. Your engorged clit jostles against the indelicate contact and you blurt out such a startled sound that he actually glances up to make sure you’re okay. Unsurprisingly, you look a little more flustered now and the panic edging your expression is almost enough to make him reconsider this.

Almost, but not quite.

“What’s the matter?” He goads, dropping his gaze back down to your pussy again. “I thought you didn’t like it.”

“I … I don’t …”

“Really? I’m not sure I believe that.”

He does it again, gentler this time. Just a brief tap against the meaty little nub, but it’s enough to make you twitch and try to close your legs from him. Tomura won’t let you back out so easily though and he shifts even closer so he can wedge himself between your thighs to keep them spread. You issue a frustrated, huffy sound that he could only describe as babyish as you try to push up on your elbows, no doubt intending to scuttle away from him. He had to give you credit for being so hard headed even in this infantile state but he was far too invested to quit now.

Letting up his hold on your labia, Tomura directs his fingers lower and wedges three of them into your slit. You freeze, momentarily stunned, and he takes that split second opportunity to feel around for your entrance. It’s not hard to find. Much easier than your clit, at any rate, and he wastes no time wriggling a long digit up inside your body. The penetration is smooth, your guts such a slippery mess that it almost startles him.

You really were a liar.

He suddenly realizes he’s panting. At the same time, he realizes that you don’t appear to be breathing at all. Your expression is about as dumbfounded as it could be, and he dully watches the way you sway in your half upright position. Shellshocked would probably be an appropriate descriptor, and he wets his lips in anticipation.

“Well? Do you like it?”

Your legs flex around his arms and you shake your head. “Nuh … no …”

“If you don’t stop lying to me,” he grumbles. “I’m going to get mad.”

You stiffen, clearly drawing yourself up to challenge that statement just like he’d known you would. It was embarrassing how predictable you could be.

He’s had just about enough of this back and forth though, and he roughly curls his finger upward in search of the spot that would finally shut you up for good. But his efforts only make you more fussy and his patience quickly unravels when you try to twist away from him, wailing in displeasure. He hated that sound and, if you weren’t careful, he’d go right back to hating you too

Grunting, Tomura abandons your clit in favor of latching his hand onto the swell of your thigh and he digs his blunt nails in to keep you still. You actually have the audacity to kick out at him but he puts a stop to that quickly enough by shoving a second finger into your sticky cunt. Just like the first time, it makes you hesitate and he watches your warbling mouth drop open in what he thinks might be pleasure. It’s frustratingly hard to tell with you but, having no other choice, he decides to take it at face value.

Your pussy clicks loudly when he starts pumping into you straight down to the knuckle, the wet squelch almost deafening in his ears. It’s unreasonably hot though, his mind running a mile a minute as he tries to commit every little detail to memory. The way your face screws up with a stuttering gasp, the way you squeeze your eyes shut and try to brace against the pressure of his digits driving into you again and again. The way you moan, even when you try not to, is particularly enticing, especially since it’s just as pretty as he’d hoped it would be. The way your legs shake and you threaten to double over, the way he can see you clutching the carpet in a death grip, the way you just seem to get even wetter for him. There was too much to take in all at once but it was also far too erotic to look away from. He really was going to cream his pants at this rate.

Somehow, your honest reaction appears to make up for all the trouble you’d given him up until now and Tomura can feel the wet spot bleeding through his boxer briefs start to grow. He was positive he’d never been harder in all his life. Animalistic and practically slobbering like a rabid dog, he hunches further over your quaking body and pistons into your cunt so vigorously his arm starts to ache. You were wailing for him to stop, crying out for Tomu-nii, Tomu-nii, Tomu-nii, but he doesn’t even slow down. He can’t.

Your cunt just keeps sucking him in deeper on every plunge, gummy walls pulsating around his no doubt pruning fingers so enthusiastically that he’s sure you’re going to cum. He can practically taste it. Tomura wasn't going to stop until you did and, realizing he doesn’t have to hold onto you any longer, he reaches out to roughly shove you down on your back again.

“Are you going to cream for me, princess? Huh?” He grits out through savagely bared teeth. “Is that what you’re going to do?”

“No! Please, Tomu-nii … it hurts!”

Even in the heat of the moment he can’t stop himself from clicking his tongue in irritation. “No it doesn’t, you big baby. You love this. I know you do. I can see it written all over your stupid, pretty face. Go on. Tell me exactly how good you feel. Do it!”

Wailing, you peer up at him through heavy lashes with a look so imploring it very nearly gives him pause. “I - I can’t! I’m … Tomu-nii, I’m gonna’ … I’m gonna’ pee!”

“No you aren’t. That just means your clo - -“

Tomura cuts himself off when you do exactly that. He’s almost too stunned to react and all he can do is watch as the steady stream of urine bursts out of you before dribbling down his wrist to soak into the carpet underneath. It’s only now, when you’re pissing all over yourself as well as him, that he finally has the decency to slow his pumping to a staggered halt. For a fleeting moment he actually considers the notion of keeping at it. There wasn’t much else you could do to ruin this for him, after all, but one look at your expression immediately quashes that idea.

He’d be lucky if all he could manage was to stop you from dissolving into ugly, heaving sobs, let alone worry about getting himself off. Dammit. You really were nothing but a pain in his ass.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.” He deadpans, slowly withdrawing his fingers from your cunt now that he was thoroughly coated in warm, smelly piss. “To be honest I was kind of tired of that rug anyway. And these clothes, too.”

You hiccup so sadly that what little bit of anger had sparked inside him immediately dies out. He couldn’t even be mad at you for this no matter how much he may have wanted to blame you for everything. You’d tried to warn him.

“T- Tomu-nii … mm’sorry …”

Tomura sighs through his nose, hard enough to make the split end tips of his hair shift. “Don't be. That was my fault. Just - let me find something to clean us up with.”

“Do I have to take another bath?” You ask so meekly he almost misses it.

Pausing halfway through the motion of rising to his feet, he glances down at you again. It occurs to him quickly enough that it wasn’t the accident you were so upset about but, rather, the looming possibility of another aggressively meted out trip to the bathroom. Interesting. He’d almost think he was mistaken, it had only happened once, after all, but the way your lower lip wobbles tells him everything he needs to know. Apparently you were more scared of him than you’d let on.

“No, not right now. I think I can get you clean enough with a wet rag or something. You’ll have to take one later but,” Tomura scoffs, hating that he was actually trying to be nice after you’d peed all over him. “I’ll try not to be so rough next time. You just made me mad last night, that’s all.”

You nod slowly, looking like you don’t quite believe that, but still too naively trusting to press the matter. “Okay.”

Nodding once, Tomura climbs to his feet. The inner seam of his pants from the knee down is absolutely soaked and he makes it only three steps before deciding he didn’t like them all that much to begin with. Dropping his hand to the rough denim, he brushes all five fingers across the thigh and they dissolve into nothing without a second thought to the matter. He can faintly hear you ooohing behind him but there were much more important things to worry about than how easily impressed you were.

His half flagged cock throbs hopefully inside his boxer briefs and he reaches down to delicately adjust himself. God, he’d be aching for the next week thanks to your uncontrollable bladder.

An idea pops into his head with that thought. You weren’t the only thing he’d been saddled with yesterday, and he turns to regard the thick gym bag he’d previously thrown against the far wall in anger. It’s where he’d gotten your pink onesie after you’d similarly soiled the first pair of clothes you’d been wearing. He hadn’t bothered to look through all of its contents just yet, but he felt relatively confident he’d find what he wanted in there.

Circling back around, Tomura squats in front of the bag and yanks it open. He can feel your eyes watching him from your spot on the floor but he pays it no mind. Digging inside, he pulls out a few more articles of clothing, far too cutesy for his tastes, and then a book on child care that he knows for certain was put there in jest. Over his shoulder it gets chucked, and he digs deeper. Down at the very bottom he finds exactly what he’d been looking for.

But in addition to the baby wipes there are two other items that catch his attention. He outright balks at the very notion - however, realistically speaking, it could very well be the answer to his problems. At least the most pressing one, anyway.

The idea that All for One knew he’d likely run into this issue but still decided to dump you on him anyway bothers Tomura a great deal and he frowns even as he looks over the packaging. Diapers and pull ups. What was the difference? He’s not so sure there is one, and he feels almost certain that they serve the same purpose. But further inspection proves him wrong. One was for a total lack of control and the other was for the potty training stage, so not as thick or absorbent. That’s what the packing said but, at any rate, they definitely weren't the plain adult brands he was looking at here.

These were bright and colorful, and he can’t help but cringe at the thought of putting you in either of them. But he was still left with a very real concern that he simply couldn’t overlook. The fact he even had to make this decision at all was ridiculous but he couldn’t very well have you pissing on every available surface in his room. And given your track record of absolutely drenching whatever you happened to be sitting on at the time …

Hesitantly, Tomura takes out the diapers and shuffles towards his unkempt bed. The print on the back wasn't particularly clear about what to do with them. He’d probably have to look up a tutorial later, when he wasn’t feeling quite so downtrodden and his balls weren’t aching, though that would certainly put him on a few watch lists. Not that it really mattered.

He sighs and tosses the package on top of his sheets before tearing into the baby wipes. Taking his time, he methodically scrubs his wrist and his legs clean while he contemplates his next move. It wasn’t going to be pretty. It certainly wasn’t going to be sexy. It was still probably the lesser of two evils, though. Far be it that he wanted to go this route but did he really even have any other choice at this point?

“Tomu-nii …”

Your soft whining draws him back to reality and, abruptly realizing you’ve been sitting in your own piss this entire time, he turns to look back at you. For a split second, he seriously considers just killing you right then and there. It would save him a lot of trouble and you wouldn’t even realize what was coming. You were so stupid you’d probably think he was going in for a hug or something asinine like that. He’d be doing you a favor, really, because as far as he was concerned, death was certainly preferable to wearing diapers but … the urge fizzles out almost as quickly as it had appeared. He wasn’t going to let you slip out of his hold until after he’d gotten to bury himself in that tight, pretty little pussy of yours.

Decision made, Tomura makes his way over to the carpet again. You look cold, which doesn’t exactly come as a surprise, and he bends down to grab the meat of your upper arms so he can drag you up to your feet. “Come on. I think I’ve got a solution.”

Your brows furrow slightly. “Salution?”

“Close enough.”

Steering you over to the bed, he makes you bend over the mattress so he can take a baby wipe to the backs of your thighs and ass. Luckily, depending on how you looked at it, the urine had run down rather than going every which direction so it was pretty easy to clean up. The way you tremble and shift your weight back and forth makes it a bit more difficult than it needed to be but he manages, somehow.

Tomura straightens after a long moment, finally deeming the back of you good to go. He’s not so sure he can get through this next part when you were fidgeting so much, though, and he briefly considers the clothes in the gym bag. The thought of putting you in another girly, saccharine sweet garment repulses him almost as much as the thought of putting you in a diaper. But he was going to have to pick and choose his battles here and, reaching back, he delicately tugs off his t-shirt.

“Turn around.”

You slowly comply, teeth chattering the whole time.

“Arms up.”

At this, you hesitate. But at his expectantly bland look, you do as you're told and raise your arms up in the air. The lift of your heavy tits almost successfully distracts him and it is with a great deal of self control on his part that he pulls his shirt down over your head, yanking it a little too forcefully into place.

“There.” He practically hisses, watching you clumsily work your arms through the sleeves. “Is that better?”

You think about that for a moment, eyes scanning across the front of his shirt, and he briefly wonders if you’re going to say something derisive about the worn video game logo stretched across your chest. But then you smile, nodding your head a little too enthusiastically.

“Mm! It smells like Tomu-nii!”

He really couldn’t stand you.

“Good. In return, I’ll need you to cooperate with me here. I’ve never done this before, you know?”

You blink at him quizzically. “Done what?”

Tomura rolls his eyes, feeling grumpier by the second. He couldn’t wait to get this over with and have you situated so he could run off to the bathroom for what probably wouldn’t even amount to five minutes of desperate jerking. “Never mind. Just do what I tell you, okay?”

You nod your head again, but he has some very real doubts about that. Even when you were pretending to go along with whatever it was he wanted you still found some way to fuck everything up for him. If this scheme somehow backfired because your brain was so scrambled you couldn’t even follow simple directions, he was not going to be happy.

Mentally bracing himself for the worst possible outcome, he reaches for the diapers. He rips the bag open almost violently and pulls one out, but it feels even more wrong in his hands than he’d thought it would. A strange sense of scandalized affront warms his chest, making him reconsider this choice for the upteenth time. If Tomura was being completely honest, he felt embarrassed for you but a quick glance in your direction proves that you don’t share quite the same sentiment. You really couldn’t have cared less, huh?

Right. Baby brain.

He grumbles under his breath as he non too gently snaps the diaper open with a loud crinkle of plastic and lays it out close to the edge of his bed. Motioning you closer, Tomura awkwardly helps you get seated on the damn thing and then instructs you to lay down. You genuinely don’t seem to have a problem with this as you recline back, just placidly peering up at him with your little fists balled in the hem of his shirt, but now that he’s gotten this far he’s not sure how to proceed.

At a loss, he takes another baby wipe out of the package and inserts himself between your bent legs. “I’m going to clean you some more, okay?” He's not sure why he’s telling you that, especially when all you do is nod your dopey head in understanding. Just buying time. That’s all he was doing.

But it gives him a chance to think and for that he’s grateful. Try as he might, he couldn’t seem to figure out what All for One’s intention with all this had been. ‘A splendid birthday present for my favorite pupil’, he’d said, as if there were any others. But what was the reason? Surely you weren’t actually supposed to be a sex slave for him. Not in this sorry state. His battered onahole did a much better job on that front and it wasn’t prone to tantrums or crying, and it certainly didn’t pee on his stuff. It also didn’t require more than a perfunctory cleaning every few months. He couldn’t very well shove you into his nightstand and forget about it until the next time he was in the mood to rut into something.

All that was true, yes, but … his onahole also wasn’t warm to the touch, and it didn’t have soft, curly hair framing its abused slit (he really should buy a new one) nor did it self lubricate. It didn’t squeeze him quite the same way your pussy had squeezed his fingers, and it didn’t even really feel like an actual vagina now that he had something to compare it to. You were soft and squishy, pliable in the way only flesh and blood could be, and although he had no way of knowing if this had been All for One’s plan or not, he was certainly self aware enough to recognize that he’d screwed up somewhere along the line.

Tomura absolutely should have turned you to dust while he still had the chance.

Licking his lips, he drags the wipe through the seam of your cunt much more slowly than he needed to. You don’t even stir on the bed, and he thinks you must be starting to doze after … all of that. He’s not quite ready to leave well enough alone yet though, and he gently presses down on the spot where he now knows your clit is hiding. Still using the moist towelette as a pretense to keep touching you like this, he circles the sensitive little bud with it and genuine surprise washes over him when you let out a soft, pleasant sigh.

He glances up at your face but you aren’t even looking at him, lashes fanned out against the apples of your cheeks. It’s hard to tell if you were actually asleep or just pretending so you could lull him into a false sense of security, yet he doesn’t particularly care one way or another. You were his so he could do whatever he wanted to you, right? Besides. You kind of owed him after pissing all over his hand like that.

Discarding the baby wipe, Tomura bends closer and carefully spreads your labia again. He could see your little hole weakly palpitating, beckoning him to pick back up where he’d left off, but he drags his gaze a bit higher instead. You were so velvety soft and smooth it bordered on insane, so much more inviting than he ever would have thought possible.

He briefly hesitates before throwing caution aside and sealing his lips around your clit, gently mouthing at it. Your plushy thighs twitch around his head as you shift on top of the mattress, letting out another breathy sound that rushes straight to his cock. It almost hurts, the way it so eagerly springs back to life after being denied something as simple as release, but he can’t find it in himself to complain. You were giving him another chance, knowingly or not, and he wasn’t the type to squander such an opportunity.

Tomura takes his time lapping at you over the next few minutes until you’re almost as wet as when he’d started. You taste heavenly even with the artificial flavor of the wipes clinging to your folds and he entertains the notion of eating you out until you cum all over his face. There’s something he wants even more than that, though, and he sighs in relief when he finally straightens up so he can fish his cock out. It was almost painfully sensitive to the touch, and he could feel it throbbing potently in his hand. He knew this probably wasn’t going to last long but he didn’t care.

Guiding himself to your waiting entrance, he slowly pushes in one fraction at a time, damn near blowing his load the second his glans disappears into your body. He holds back though, struggling to maintain his composure as he seethes through gritted teeth. You finally seemed to realize that something was going on and your pretty eyes flutter open, immediately searching out his face.

“Tomu-nii …?”

“Be quiet. I’ve got you.”

You accept that in lieu of an explanation surprisingly fast, at least by his standards, and without another word you sleepily glance down at the juncture where your bodies were connected. A slow inhale makes your chest rise, mouth falling open as if to groan. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck,” the sound rattles out of Tomura’s chest as he slides in right down to the base, toes flexing against the floor. “I’m not even gonna’ get to enjoy this.”

Brows knitting together, you let out the softest mewling sound he’s ever heard and it makes him dig his carefully poised fingers deeper into the meat of your hips. He can’t even bring himself to move, so overwhelmed by how soft and wet your guts are. It felt like you were massaging his length, involuntarily or not, as your pussy suckles at the tip like he’s almost positive your mouth would.

Softly wheezing, Tomura drops his chin to look at where the two of you were stuck together. His pelvis was so flush against yours that your pudgy cunt was molded to the front of him, squishing under the pressure, and his silvery pubes were tangled with your darker ones. He hadn’t expected such a sight to be so damn erotic and it has him twitching, fighting back the orgasm he’d gone through hell and back for.

He’s almost scared to do it but, slowly, he eases back. The way his cock gradually reappears, glistening obscenely now, very nearly sends him over the edge. He isn’t sure how he hasn’t ruptured yet, his ballsac drawn so tight and throbbing that it leaves him feeling lightheaded, but through sheer force of will alone he manages to sink back into the inviting heat of your body without spraying your insides white. His self control was tentative as best, hanging on by a mere thread, but you felt far too good to waste on a quick nut.

“Goddamn … you’re so tight, baby. So fucking tight.”

You fidget underneath him, fussily tugging at the hem of his shirt. “Mm’ not a baby …”

Your pouty little response is enough to make him bark out a clipped laugh, more breathless than amused. You could insist you weren’t a baby all you wanted but, even putting aside the cruel, infantile reprogramming of your brain, it was hard to think otherwise when you were spread out on top of a diaper. It’s stark white, cottony lining was an almost unsettling backdrop to the perfect view he had of his cock stuttering in and out of your slick cunt. Even when he was barely moving, it crinkled softly underneath you with each rocking motion of his hips and he couldn’t quite forget it was there no matter how hard he tried.

Tomura wasn’t sure what he would ultimately do with you and he knew even less why he was even entertaining this wildly absurd situation to begin with, but there was no denying that you did have some use. The clinging grip of your pussy, for starters, and if he could get that bratty mouth of yours under control he might even some day find your company bearable. He still didn’t particularly like you but it wasn’t so farfetched to think that he might be able to tolerate you, with enough effort.

Hissing through his teeth, he drags one of his hands down to spread your puffy lips apart and get a good look at the way your petal soft folds clutch to his cock. It was a mesmerizing visual in the worst possible way, especially when accompanied by the soft, wet clicking he pulls from your body. He could have watched this for hours on end but, realistically, he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, and he gives his wrist a brief twist to bring the middle finger down on your clit.

You twitch at the contact but Tomura takes a much more gentle approach this time, sedately drawing circles around the swollen bud. He doesn’t get much in the way of a reaction for his trouble so he just keeps at it, rubbing you in tandem with his staggered thrusts. The thought of making you cum around his cock is almost disturbingly enticing, but he isn’t so sure he can accomplish that. Not when so much of his focus was devoted to simply biting back his orgasm - but then, to his throbbing surprise, you draw a faltering breath.

“Tomu-nii … feels good …”

It’s as if the air had been punched right out of him. He isn't so sure he even believes his own ears, the blood suddenly pounding inside of them making it hard to hear much of anything. He groans though, thick and heavy as he slides his other hand up across your stomach to push at the bottom of his shirt. Your grip on the soft cotton momentarily tightens, still fighting him at every turn, but you give in almost immediately and allow him to shove it over the swell of your tits.

They’re moving, jiggling ever so slightly with the push and pull of his narrow hips as they quietly slap against the backs of your thighs. Tomura heaves, practically doubling over you with another throaty moan that rises in pitch at the tail end. His palm descends on one of your breasts, squeezing hard enough that the pliable flesh bulges and spills out between four of his fingers. You just stare up at him the entire time, face pinched and flushed while your glistening eyes dreamily watch him with a far off sort of quality that he’s sure must be - has to be pleasure.

He’d never seen anything sexier in his whole life, and that thought alone is far more terrifying than he could have ever guessed it would be. There was something wrong with you, yes, by All for One’s design. But there was something even more inherently wrong with him for getting off on this so much and without the added bonus of quirk tampering to excuse his behavior. You were so sweet and unfairly innocent despite your seductive figure, the sight of you naked save his bunched up t-shirt driving him absolutely wild. It was like you belonged here, with him, in his bed. It wasn’t that he no longer wanted to kill you but that he couldn’t.

What little bit of self control he’d still been clinging to up until now shatters, and Tomura snaps his hips into your upturned ass: once, twice, three times. The sticky squelching between your bodies increases in volume, echoing inside his skull like a ricocheting bullet as he watches your face screw up at the sudden force. It doesn’t even matter though. He’s long since reached his limit and, with a wounded grunt, he slams into you one final time, lurching over your prone body.

The sound that comes out of his mouth as he shudders and violently paints your pink guts is, frankly, embarrassing. But he’s riding a high too great to care, clinging to you hard enough to make his joints ache and you whimper in discomfort. He can’t stop though. He’s cumming so hard, pulse after pulse, that it feels like his soul actually slips out of his body for a worryingly long beat before returning in fragmented pieces. The same, but also somehow different. Like he’d experienced rebirth in the warm, comforting clutch of your drenched cunt.

He wheezes as if he’d been stabbed in the chest when he finally eases his softening cock out of you some time later.

Tomura was completely spent, both physically and mentally. His wobbly legs could hardly support his weight anymore but, with a strength of mind he hadn’t even realized he possessed, he directs a shaky finger to your clit again. You squirm in response, huffing after that rough treatment, but he soothes you with hushed words and a gentle touch to the delicate little pearl he barely even needs to brush against to have you shaking for him.

“Relax. You feel good, don’t you? Let me hear those pretty sounds again, baby.”

Obstinately, you purse your lips together to deny him even that one simple request. Tomura heaves a tired sigh, wishing you weren’t such a brat, but he doesn’t let up. The gentle circles he rubs into your clit with the pad of his finger slowly brings you around though, grudgingly, and he can’t quite deny the satisfaction that sparks in his throat when your mouth warbles open to let loose the sweetest, tiny moan he’s ever heard.

“Nngh … Tomu-nii …!”

“Don't fight it. I want you to feel good too, yknow.” He pauses, tongue glancing over his dry lips. “Will you cum for me, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, eyes screwing shut, but the way your body continues to tense up seems to suggest otherwise. He could tell you were practically thrumming with it, burning from the inside out even as his milky white discharge slowly oozes down your slit to pool in the seat of the diaper. It was unexpectedly exciting to watch, disproportionately naughty given how utterly unappealing the crinkly plastic was at first glance, and he picks up the pace of his rubbing.

“I think you’re lying again. You liked how it felt when I was inside you, right? This will be even better, I promise. You’ll love it. I know you will.”

Weakly writhing on top of his bed, you crack your eyes open to peer up at him again. “T - Tomu-nii … I can’t … ahh. Ahh. Ahh! I … I’m … ahh! Tomu-niiiii!”

You suddenly jerk, tossing your head back against the sheets, and he watches in rapt fascination as you quake so hard it nearly catches him off guard. It wasn’t the seductive, rolling tremors he was used to seeing in porn videos but, rather, a full bodied spasm that had you twisting as if to get away. Your thighs try to clamp shut around his hand but he elbows them apart, refusing to let up until he’d milked your orgasm as thoroughly as you’d milked his.

And you looked so pretty, too. Caught up in mind numbing pleasure so intense he couldn’t even begin to fathom what you were feeling. Even his own earth shattering release seemed to pale in comparison to this, and it takes you much longer to start coming down from it than it did him.

Your hair is a mess by the time you’re done, matted in some places and sticking to your damp forehead in others. For a fleeting moment, Tomura can almost see the adult woman you should have been when your face goes slack in ecstasy and your flushed lips were parted to suck in as much oxygen as you could get. He imagines you were probably no stranger to pleasures of the flesh, not with that body and those looks, so the thought that he could make you feel this good was a bit like a pat on the back for him. It was probably just beginners luck, but that didn’t stop him from feeling any less proud of himself.

Slowly, he takes his hands off you and steps back. The spot between your legs was absolutely covered in fluid, your sticky, copious slick mixing with his spunk to make a truly viscous concoction that clung to your damp curls. He thinks that he should probably clean you up again and reaches for the baby wipes, but stops himself short.

The idea that crosses his mind is very likely foul, perhaps even more offensive than anything else he’d done til now, but … a quick glance at your sloppy pussy proves too great a temptation. There was something inherently erotic about making you walk around with his semen dripping out of you, even if it was only going to be absorbed by the diaper, and he shuffles close again with his heart in his throat.

Tomura hasn’t the slightest clue what he’s doing and it takes him a long moment to figure out the tape tabs on the sides. He gets frustrated halfway through the process, struggling to make sure the crinkly plastic was secure enough around your waist, but by some miracle you stay relatively still through all of his fumbling. He isn’t quite sure how he got so lucky but he doesn’t stop to question it, hawkishly focusing all of his attention on the task at hand.

At length, he straightens to admire his work. It’s not perfect by any means but he’s pretty sure the damned thing wasn’t going to fall off as soon as you stood up so there was that. The diaper itself was just as obnoxiously girly as everything else in the gym bag; a soft, lilac purple with a flowery, cartoon bunny design on them. He didn’t mind the rabbits so much, and it was certainly preferable to the onesie, but he still thought you’d look nice in something a bit cooler.

The realization that he was thinking about this in such quaint, fuzzy terms chills Tomura to the bone, and his gaze flicks to your face so he can ask what you think of them. Even if only to distract himself from his own uncomfortably perverse change of heart.

But you were already asleep. He probably should have expected as much, and he could tell you were actually snoozing this time by the shallow, even rise and fall of your chest. A strange sense of embarrassment washes over him and he reaches out to delicately take the hem of his shirt between thumb and finger so he can tug it back down into place. You only snuggle further into the mattress though, getting comfortable, and further cementing the notion that he had, indeed, fucked up.

He’d never be able to get rid of you now.

Grumbling under his breath, Tomura leans over you with one hand braced on the mattress. The other slips between your legs, unable to squeeze shut now with the bulk of the diaper between them, and ever so carefully cups his palm over your crotch. It was cool to the touch, but if he pushed down hard enough he could feel the warmth of your body bleeding through. You let out a quiet huff in response, petulant towards him even in your sleep, and he can’t quite stop himself from laughing. It was absurd. It was strange. It was strikingly, unequivocally weird, but he was almost glad he hadn’t disintegrated you or strangled you to death.

This wasn’t exactly what he’d had in mind when he’d wished for a woman he could do with as he pleased and not have to worry about her running away, but … it was close enough, he supposed.

#shigaraki x reader #tomura shigaraki #self insert bullshit #my writing #I'll tag the series later #I don't know if I want this to show at the top of the main tags seems a bit like inviting trouble #I've wanted to write something like this for a very very long time and I just took advantage of Shigaraki's birthday to finally do it #blah #I make him cry bout' the pussy #prolly why my shit so wet #ahh 👅

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abluescarfonwaston · 4 years

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Shapeshifter Au - 5.5

And now we travel Back in time to the Banquet because i definitely didn’t completely forget abut the banquet shh. Uuuuh tw for consensual use of Axii? Links to all the other parts/AO3.

He’d never felt more alive.

The joy and wonder and life that was flowing through his veins every moment since Pavetta and Dunny were wed. Or. Maybe a bit before that. What a night! What a story it would make! The ballads he would write!

When he opened the door to their room to find it empty of Geralt or his belongings he wasn’t surprised.

He should have realized Geralt would ride out of town at first light. Sure. But he was caught in the revelry of the night! Playing and dancing and drinking until the sun had returned.

It didn’t matter. He gathered his things and went after him.

Geralt hadn’t exactly been in the best of moods when he left the party. If not for Roach he’d be sure Geralt had fled in the night. He wouldn’t make her ride in the dark. Probably.

Either way he wouldn’t catch up on foot. Geralt would be riding hard.

That didn’t matter. He slipped into a back alley and shifted.

There weren’t many winged forms that could carry his things, as few as they were. He had to stretch the great sea bird’s wings larger than was natural to get the power needed. It was always tiring, he’d only manage to hold it until the city edge. But it’d be faster than any of his other options.

He soared past the city limits without a problem.

He didn’t know which direction Geralt had gone so he just followed his instincts. Riding the breeze on and on and on.

The weight didn’t seem nearly as bad as he remembered.

The road stretched below him. He wasn’t tired. He wondered how large he could make this form. He stretched his wings wider and wider.

He felt huge. Like he could be huge. Like he could be a mountain. Except mountains didn’t move and he needed to move.

What - what was the biggest thing he could be? A bear? A bison?

There were stories of dragons. Ancient dragons who slumbered so long they turned to mountains. That they would one day wake and their wings would cover the sky.

He felt like one of those dragons.

But dragons weren’t real. Just like so many of the creatures in his songs. A shame. He’d have loved to be a dragon like the ones in his fairytale stories.

He banked. He’d missed. Missed Geralt.

This time he spotted her. Roach snacking on the side of the road.

He dipped low to the ground and shifted into a run as his clothed feet hit the ground. Managed to stop without tripping.

He bowed to Roach’s unimpressed visage. “Thank you thank you. You may hold your applause.”

He caught sight of Geralt. Back firm against a tree. Knees bent in front of him. Clenched knuckles pressed against his head.

He wanted to run and sing and fly and dance until the stars themselves joined him in his revelry.

But that wasn’t what Geralt needed right now.

He sat down next to Geralt letting his fingers twist over every note and chord. Over every scale and tried very hard not to bounce with energy.

“Well that went a bit mad at the end there didn’t it?”

Geralt curled ever so slightly inward.

“Oh no I suppose you missed that part didn’t you? One of Eist’s companions did some remarkably skilled animal impressions. I won’t tell you what he was saying of course- the vulgarity alone makes the songs I play at brothels sound like nursery rhymes. Oh but you must hear-“ He began repeating the noises the man had made, less and less accurately and more intently. Shifting his vocal chords as required.

He didn’t usually do that. Altering parts of his form intentionally. It felt odd normally. Like he was trying to fight the shape of himself.

It felt as easy as breathing.

Geralt exhaled sharply, in what he choose to believe was the start of a laugh, and turned his face slightly towards him. “What the fuck was that?”

“A very drunk Skellige attempting to imitate a siren in the throes of rapture I can only presume.”

“More like death.”

“He might have been close to it given the amount of drink he’d imbibed. There was a solid attempt at to empty the cities store of alcohol.”

“And you didn’t partake?” Geralt asked in tired disbelief from where he huddled.

“What? No what would make you think that? I drained half the castle myself once they were too drunk to ask for more songs.”

“You don’t smell drunk. And you’re not acting hungover.”

He paused his fiddling with the lute before the need to wiggle forced him to restart. “Well that’s cause I’m not.” Which didn’t seem right to be fair. He wasn’t sure how he’d managed it. “Suppose I got back to the room to find my very best friend was gone and sobered right on up. Lovely flight over here by the way. Thank you for asking.”

He continued his jabbering about the night – if Geralt wanted him to be quiet he’d ask – until he was certain Geralt was no longer listening to the actual words.

Affection and comfort were difficult for Geralt to receive while he was in human form. Maybe it was that he could understand Jaskier in that shape and feared he might say something that would draw attention to the vulnerability Geralt loathed to show. Maybe it was that humans had showed him so much hatred that he struggled to believe any humans could show him kindness without seeking reward.

He’d done what he could to ease that tension whenever he could but now was not the time for human comforts.

Now was the time for something far easier for Geralt.

He shifted into his orange fur and nudged his way between Geralt’s arms. Head-butting his jaw and kneading his chest. His chest rumbled so easily. He just felt so alive right now. So joyful and content. It shook his chest with the force of it.

“- Bigger than last time.” He caught most of what Geralt said over his own noise.

He supposed Geralt was right. He was bigger than last time. He nearly covered Geralt’s entire chest and he wasn’t stretched out.

Geralt had noticed.

He trilled his pride, the purr kicking up in volume. He liked it when Geralt noticed.

Slowly Geralt unwound enough to scratch at his cheeks, head and neck. Covering his fingers in his smell.

“I’m not going back.” Geralt said not to him. “No child deserves this life. I won’t do it.”

He wouldn’t have a choice. He heard destiny singing at that banquet. Or not destiny but. Something.

He pushed his head into Geralt’s hand insistently.

“No one deserves this life.” Those beautiful golden eyes squeezed closed. He rubbed his head and neck against Geralt’s face, covering his nose in hair.

Geralt meant the life of a Witcher. And no one deserved the cruelty the world showed Geralt. No one deserved to be made to feel lesser, made to feel a monster, for protecting people.

But a life next to Geralt? A life with Geralt as your Father? It would be a life where your Father loved you beyond measure. A life where you could fall asleep in your father’s arms knowing there were no nightmares, no monsters or beasts he could not protect you from. A life where you never got too big for piggyback rides or hugs that lifted you off the ground.

A life in gentle loving hands.

Geralt wasn’t going to be a great father. But he was damn sure he’d be a good one. One day. One day that kitten was going to be the luckiest fluff ever to be scruffed.

He did his best to remind Geralt of that.

They stayed there in the shade of the tree as Roach munched her lunch for what might have been hours.

The sun didn’t say it had been hours but his jittering limbs assured him it had been.

“We need to keep going.” Geralt said eventually extracting himself from under him. Which appeared to be something of a struggle given his size and generously flexible form.

Another day he might have tried to convince him to stay for a nap but he leapt from Geralt thrilled by the promise of movement. Of a run. His form shifted into the husky. White fur and brilliant blue eyes.

White fur. All the better to mess with Geralt’s preferred clothing choice.

Geralt smiled slightly as he raced up and down the path while Geralt readied Roach.

He shifted back as they reached a town they could settle in for the evening and he played until the last table had been cleaned.

Geralt was sound asleep by the time he snuck into the room. Laying there content under the covers. Not even waking for his arrival.

He set his things down, locking the door, and shifted. The bed was too small for them normally and he didn’t want to disturb. Geralt needed the sleep.

He settled on the pillow, tucked his head under his wing and.

He wasn’t tired. He wanted to sing and dance and fly more.

He preened his feathers soothingly to settle himself.

He walked circles around the bed kneading the course blankets.

He gave up, curling on the floor ink in hand and began to work. No candlelight needed. He twisted his eyes and could see just fine.

“We’re not stopping for a nap just because you got stuck composing all night Jaskier.” Geralt growled at him.

He blinked up at him, daylight pouring in through the window.

“That’s fine. Not tired anyway.” He assured before venturing down for breakfast.

They pulled into camp and his muscles skill buzzed with life. Geralt assembled the fire, distractedly throwing one of the branches for him to race after.

His fingers curled into Igni and the fire blazed into a bonfire as every stick and twig caught light at once.

They both jumped back, fur and hair singed.

He fell backwards onto his now human rear crying out his shock. “Geralt that’s more than a little overkill for a camp fire!”

“Hm.” Geralt agrees, looking just as shocked as him. “Gonna need more wood.”

“Fine.” He grumbles out of habit more than actual annoyance. He’s eager for the excuse to move. “I’m on it.”

They lay down in Geralt’s bedroll and he closes his eyes.

He has shifted and run and played so much in the last two days and still his skin buzzes with life.

It is no longer pleasant.

Geralt mellows into slumber and he shifts out of the sleeping bag.

He’s not tired.

He shifts circles around the campsite. Bear. Fox. Wolf. Lark. Cat. Humming bird. Moose. Mouse. Human.

“You’re up early.” Geralt groans from the bedroll. Stretching the sleep from his muscular limbs.

He blinks. If he packs their things, readies breakfast, tacks Roach they can leave all the sooner. Move from the circle of crushed grass he’s made in the night.

“Eager to be on our way!” With the cheeriness of morning Geralt more often inflicts on him than the other way round.

The next night is the same.

And the next.

Pages of his notebook slowly filled. Circles paced into the boundaries of campsites and inn’s. They break for Roach’s sake alone and he doesn’t rest on her haunches as they plod down the road. He drunk his share of alcohol and by the time they reached the room he was as sober as the day he was born.

The life buzzing under his skin stays. It’s annoying.

He wasn’t tired.

That didn’t mean he didn’t miss sleeping.

“Five cintrian ale on the wall five cintrian ale – take one down pass it around – four cintrian ale on the wall!”

“Will you stop that!” Geralt barked at him.

“I would love to!” He yelled back.

“What is fucking wrong with you! You’ve been fifty times more annoying than usual!”

“I don’t know!” The birds startled from the trees around them. “I don’t fucking know okay!”

He combs his fingers through his hair pacing up and down the campsite. All of his forms at the edge of his fingertips and none of them are satisfying. If he starts shifting he’ll just end up repeating last night where he cycled through ever single form over and over again until Geralt finally fucking woke.

He feels Geralt’s eyes tracking him. Back and forth. Back and forth. He attempted to recite the name of every noble family in alphabetical order. Fingers drumming against his side.

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

Duke Adamczyk had four children. “I didn’t.” Baz, Dobry, Kasia and Lidia.

“You didn’t sleep last night?”

“I haven’t slept since the banquet.” Viscount Antol married Lady Bara.

“The banquet?” Geralt stood and crossed the camp to him. “That was last week.”

“I am well aware!” Geralt grabbed his arm halting him; sniffing and examining him like he could spot the cause with his eyes or nose.

“Who’d you sleep with.”

“No one!”

Geralt glared at him.

“By the time I was done playing everyone was either drunk out of their minds or had heard the lovely little rumor you started about me!” He used his free hand to smack Geralt’s chest.

“Describe the symptoms.”

“Symptoms – gods Geralt I don’t feel ill – I feel like I’m living on the constant high for a great performance and I never tire so it never ends and then everyone else goes the fuck to sleep and I’m stuck wide awake, full of energy, all by myself with just my own head for company until you decide to wake up in the morning and let me tell you – you think I’m annoying? I can’t tune myself out Geralt! I’m stuck in here every hour of every fucking day and now I don’t even get to shut up and sleep for a few hours a night!” He beat his head against Geralt’s chest. Geralt’s hand haltingly making its way into his hair. Petting him unsurely.

“When did it start?” Geralt said when he refilled his lungs.

“While I was playing? Or.” He tried to sort the night out. “I felt like it after Pavetta’s whole storm – adrenaline I’d assume – but.”

Geralt hm’d him on, his body slowly relaxing into his. One hand still covering his while the other ran through his hair slowly, tucking him into his shoulder.

“But it didn’t go away. I still feel like I’m in that storm.”

There was a chorus singing of her power, how they were all to stay away.

There had been no issues following that request. But from the moment her force had tossed him he’d felt more alive than he’d ever felt before.

Alive and wildly out of control. A giant trapped in a mouse. A storm in a bottle. A song bursting from his chest, his fingers, his tongue.

Geralt sighed. “We can start looking for a mage tomorrow.” Every muscle pulled taunt. Mages were dangerous. He didn’t want to meet any – much less search one out.

No need to risk a mage for a little case of insomnia! He turned his face to Geralt to make that very clear.

The concern on Geralt’s face shifted the words to dust in his throat.

His feet were tapping the ground. Fingers drumming on Geralt’s chest even now.

“I just want to sleep.” He sobbed into Geralt’s shoulder.

He didn’t want to risk catching a mages attention. Being caged or experiment on or- or –or

Geralt shushed him the same way he shushed Roach. “I know. I could-“ He stopped and squeezed the back of his neck, a gesture that normally calmed him.

Geralt’s fingers flexed against him.

“Could what Geralt? Cause if your suggestion is more immediate or,“ Didn’t include mages “something then I am all ears.”

Geralt extracted himself from Jaskier and sat them down. He bounced his legs.

“You remember Axii right?”

“The sign,” He twisted his fingers in an approximation of it, “You use on Roach when she panics?”

“That was Yrden. But yes.”

“Do it!” He immediately agreed.

“Jaskier.” Geralt cautioned, like he was going to slip into a lecture about informed consent.

“Don’t start!” He chopped the air between them. “I know how the sign works-“

“You did the wrong one. How do you even know what Yrden looks like?”

He continued ignoring Geralt. “And I trust you to just put me to sleep because you’re a normal decent human being who wouldn’t do anything to betray that trust Geralt. So knock me out!”

Geralt glared at him.

He glanced over to the campfire that Geralt had yet again igni’d into a bonfire. The face he’d made after did not imply intent.

“Actually maybe cast it on Roach first to make sure you won’t boil my brain.”

Geralt frowned but the tension in his shoulders eased slightly as he axii’d her to the other side of the camp and released her. She seemed fine. Munching her grass.

“Do you need me to ask her if she’s fine again and risk getting roasted for an hour like last time or can we get on with it?”

Geralt looks tempted by the offer so he growls and sharply motions his displeasure.

Geralt sighs and flicks his wrist and –

The tempest that dances and sings under his skin continues to rage but now there’s a tiny calm of quiet. An eye in a storm. A quiet room to stop and rest in.

It’s tiny, barely a corner to duck into but he curls into it. Into the tiny nest of soothing quiet Geralt has built into his soul. A tiny barrier made of the threads of Geralt that should not hold against the maelstrom outside of it but do.

“Lay down.”

It’s easy. Laying down. He curls himself into Geralt’s lap. He’s not sure if he’s shifted into something that could reasonably do that and it doesn’t matter because there is that tiny alcove of serenity in his chest that feels just like Geralt’s gentle hands.

Distantly he hears Geralt make a surprised noise and he can hear the storm rage on outside of the space Geralt has created for him. Quiet and protected. He relaxes further into the soft touch of Geralt’s hand against his hair or fur or feathers and it doesn’t matter because he’s safe here. No matter his form he’s safe in the quiet pulsing of Geralt chaos. Safe in the slow melody of his heart against his ear.

He thinks distantly that the storm is growing more distant. Or maybe it’s just that the bubble of peace expands and then Geralt says,

“Sleep.”

And he thinks nothing at all.

The blanket is pulled from his eyes with a rough “Get up.”

He rolled over blocking out the offending shine with a plead for “five more minutes.”

“I already broke camp. You’ve had plenty of five more minutes.” He groaned as Geralt’s toe prodded him, trying to chase the tail of sleep back under. Back to a place where his back didn’t ache slightly from the ground or whatever position he fell asleep in last night. “Are. You alright?”

The genuine apprehension and concern in his stilted question forcing him to uncover his eyes enough for Geralt to catch them rolling.

“I feel like I just slept in the dirt in an absolutely unforgiving position for hours.”

“I’d say that’s fairly accurate.” The amused gleam returning to Geralt’s stoic face even if the frown remained. “Better or worse than yesterday?”

“Worse. Better?” He sat up stretching the crick from his back and neck. “I feel like a person again.”

Geralt took the blanket from him and folded it into the saddlebag with a grunt.

He slowly stood, fishing out a makeshift breakfast from their stores. “A normal hungry sleepy person. Damn that’s nice.” Geralt hm’d. “Don’t think we need that mage anymore. You’re magic hands were all the cure I needed!”

Roach snorted and Geralt pat her in fond annoyed agreement at his coy tone.

“You’re sure?” Geralt glanced back at him as they began their trudge.

He nods, a yawn splitting his face halfway through.

Geralt frowned. “We need to keep moving-“ He started to lecture.

“Yes yes I know.”

“But.” Geralt growled at him. “You can nap. If you want.”

He waved back to the saddlebag.

He suspected if he glanced inside he’d find a nest much like the one Geralt had fashioned for him while injured.

“Later perhaps. Right now I must engage in the inspiration I’ve been blessed with by your magic hands!”

Geralt twisted back to him and almost signed yrden threateningly. “I will leave you behind.”

“And you wonder why I know what that sign looks like.”

Geralt smirked and they began their trek.

A song about gentle calloused hands protecting you. He’d write a song like that next.

#jaskier #geralt #geraskier #shapeshifter au #shapeshifter!Jaskier #geralt x jaskier #i'd tag it inappropriate use of axii but if you can't use axii to help someone take a nap what can you use it for #this one goes out to all of you who asked me Rule based questions #i honestly wanted to get this done Before i posted chapter 10/9 For World building #but you know the folks who read it when its done might get to appreciate it.

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jimlingss · 5 years

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Jungle Park [14]

Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15

➜ Words: 7.1k

➜ Genres: Fluff, Angst, Light Humour (?), Slice of Life, Workplace Romance!AU

➜ Summary: The equation is simple. Hoseok needs to hire someone. You need a job. Except like any actual equation, it’s not fucking simple at all! Not when you have to add the fact that he was forced to hire someone he doesn’t want in his office, he has little respect for your job in general, and oh yeah...once upon a time you might have—*CENSORED*.

“Y/N, ready to go?” Everyone turns around in front of the elevator, each smiling kindly and waiting patiently for you. A burst of warmth erupts in your chest as you look at the group. Finally, you felt like you’re a part of this firm. No longer an outsider or an outcast. You’re a part of this family and they welcome you with open arms. You secure your coat and bag in your arms, smiling as your pace quickens. “Yeah.” One by one, everyone files into the elevator, making it a tight squeeze. A few people grumble like Lisa who tells Jin to get his fat ass off and wait for the next one, but he ignores her and wedges himself in between Yoongi and Namjoon. “So where are we going?” Naul asks. The plan was to go out for drinks since it was a Friday night before a long weekend, yet no one had thought any deeper than that or actually decided a location. “Let’s go to Jinhee’s,” Sunyi suggests. “No, why would we go there?” Seokjin frowns and snaps his fingers. “We should pick somewhere expensive.” Taehyung digs into his pocket, grabbing his phone and accidentally elbowing Jungkook in his ribs. “I’ll see if the Crystal Plaza Rooftop Bar is open.” Jimin automatically sighs and begins to complain, “Are you guys trying to suck all our funds from us?” “You said you would treat us,” Lisa reminds him. “So we should take advantage of it.” The elevator stops on a different level and a person wanting to get on is overwhelmed by the crowd, reminding them of a can of sardines. Hoseok apologies and Naul hits the button to close the doors. “It’s the end of the quarter and we did well this year,” Inyoung adds. “It’s not open late enough today.” Taehyung pockets his phone again. “Should we go to the club?” Seulgi scoffs and shoots him a look. “In these clothes? Are you crazy?” “What. None of us look bad.” “We look like office workers.” Naul hums. “I don’t think I’ve been to a club in thirty years.” Everyone gets off the elevator when it makes it to the lobby, thankfully not breaking down or crashing halfway from the sheer weight of everybody. You all bid goodbye to the security guard, making your way outside to hang around the dimly lit parking lot. “Well…” Lisa kicks a pebble underneath her kitten heel shoes, beginning to feel the cold weather bite at her skin. “Someone has to make a decision.” “Don’t ask me.” Yoongi shrugs when someone looks at him. Sunyi adds her own opinion. “I’m fine with anything.” “There’s a bar that recently opened up on fifth avenue,” Dahyun suggests. “There are pretty good reviews of that place.” “Oh yeah.” Jungkook nods with a smile. “I heard about that place too.” Jimin looks around and it seems like a consensus has been made. There are no cries of protest or any complaints. “Alright. Sounds good then.” But before everyone can disperse, Namjoon brings up an important issue. “Who’s driving?” “I’m gonna drink until my heart’s content,” Lisa pipes up. “So not me.” Sunyi shakes her head. “Not me either.” Yoongi shifts slightly and lifts a brow towards the female. “Can you even hold your drink?” “Fuck off.” “You don’t drive, right?” Hoseok asks and nudges you gently, turning his head to meet your eyes, even though it’s more of a rhetorical question. He digs his hands into his dark blue overcoat, casual smile placed on his lips and says, “I can drive you.” You blink, eyes running from the strands of his dark hair brushing by his forehead to the smooth slope of his nose. “Are you sure?” “Yeah, it’s fine.” The lawyer turns towards the crowd and increases his volume. “I’ll drive.” “I can drive too,” Yoongi announces. “I don’t mind either.” Seulgi steps up with a sheepish smile. “I have some stuff to do tomorrow, so I can’t be under any hangovers.” “You should take my car.” Jimin hands over his keys. “There’s more space. Just make sure not to crash it.” She takes it happily with a devious smirk. “I won’t.” “Then we’ll go with Seulgi!” Lisa hooks an arm over Dahyun’s shoulder, walking over to the paralegal who’s excited to drive her boss’ expensive, new vehicle. Jin lifts his hand, grinning. “I call Yoongi.” “I’ll join this car.” Namjoon also chooses Yoongi. “I’m going to make sure Seulgi doesn’t crash my car,” Jimin mutters while Naul also steps over to join him. All the groups are quickly forming and when your eyes meet Hoseok, it seems like you’ve already chosen who you’re going with. It’s automatic without anything needed to be said. “Let’s go with Hoso!” Taehyung makes up a weird nickname on the spot and drags Jungkook over who smiles shyly at you. “Alright. Guess it’s all decided.” “Wait, what about me?” Sunyi has her eyes widened and her mouth open, standing in the middle while everyone has already split off. She was preoccupied on her phone for a moment, and now she’s left behind completely. “You’re going with me, sweetheart.” Yoongi grins, motioning her over slowly with one hand. The lawyer looks off desperately towards Seulgi who shrugs. “I already have three people in the backseat of my car. Can’t have a fourth.” The girl turns to Hoseok’s group and Taehyung laughs, patting his mentee on the back. “Jungkook’s got big thighs, so I don't think there’s enough space.” “Come on.” Jin exhales in impatience. “You’re making us stand around for nothing.” “You’ll get shotgun if you’re good.” Yoongi winks and jangles his keys like she’s a dog who will get attracted to the tinkling sound. Sunyi ends up staring at him for a long moment with dead eyes before she mutters something like ‘fuck my life’, tightens her grip on her bag strap, and then storms towards the car. Namjoon and Jin cheer, following after her, both intelligent men reduced to three brain cells when they interact with each other. You watch as everyone makes their way to their selected vehicles and you walk over to Hoseok’s. “I wonder if they’ll survive the trip.” “It shouldn’t be too bad.” He grins. “It’ll be good bonding time.” // The bar is quaint and pleasant. There’s a soccer game happening on the televisions, a few people playing pool and others chatting at tables. There’s a constant murmur of conversation with music playing in the back. It’s a cozy kind of feeling that makes it as if this place is welcome to all. Your coworkers grab the largest round booth in the corner of the room, all fourteen people gathered around the table together. Lisa orders the first round of drinks without even needing to look at the selection, being well experienced enough to know off the top of her head what to get. Jungkook sits beside you and you tug on your coat that he’s sitting on. The slight pull makes him look down and he lifts his butt right away. “Sorry!” “No, it’s okay.” You laugh, moving your coat so it’s more comfortable for him. “Do you need more space?” “I’m fine.” “Okay.” He nods, doe eyes staring into yours before he looks away seemingly out of nervousness. “I just don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.” The boy is too sweet and you feel your heart melt a little. “Don’t worry, I’ll tell you if I am. But you seem like you’re more uncomfortable than I am.” “Really?” His expressions are animated and you muse that he’s too cute. “Only a little. But I get it. At your age, I wouldn’t want to drink with people older than me either, especially with my boss. It’s natural to be uncomfortable.” “No...it’s not that.” Jungkook scratches the back of his neck and you don’t miss the way he peeks at you from the corner of his eye. “I’m actually really happy to be here right now. I really like everyone and I like my work.” Your smile widens. “You’re really nice, Jungkook.” “I’m not,” he admits with a tiny laugh. “I think you’re a lot nicer.” You lean back in the plush seat, a snort of air leaving your nose and your cheeks aching with your wide grin. “You’re good at flattery too.” “It isn’t flattery, if it’s the truth,” he banters back. “If I seem nervous, it’s because I’m trying hard to impress you.” For once, he’s direct and you’re caught off guard. The drinks finally arrive with Lisa and Taehyung holler, making a ruckus, but you stay focused on Jungkook, too amused. “Why? There’s no reason to impress me. I can’t really give you a raise, you know that, right?” The boy cutely giggles, nose scrunching and he draws into himself timidly. “No, that’s not it either. I just….really admire you.” Tears are brought to your eyes. If you weren’t touched before, now all you want to do is fling yourself onto the student lawyer and give him the biggest hug you can, but you manage to control yourself. “You’re going to make me cry—” There’s a rough nudge, interrupting you. Hoseok is on your other side and he wears a serious expression, using his chin to motion to what he wants. “Can you pass me the water?” “Oh.” You slide it over to him while Jin begins distributing the shots. “Here.” Jimin stands up from his spot. “Alright everyone, stop talking for a second, it’s my turn.” Everyone turns, mimicking him and holding their shots or glasses of water out in front of them. “I’d like to give a toast to myself.” People groan all around and he laughs. “And more importantly, the people of this office who make the entire firm. Without you guys, I wouldn’t be able to work even if I wanted to. Without you all, we wouldn’t have had such a great year or a quarter. Hoseok and I are eternally grateful for your hard efforts, for your dedication, for being here with us. We wouldn’t want anyone else—” “Is this a toast for a wedding?” Seulgi complains. “My arm’s tired,” Lisa groans, her arm beginning to shake as she holds up her glass. Taehyung frowns. “Hurry up!” Jimin completely ignores them and continues on with a bright smile, “I want to take a moment to thank our lawyers, Yoongi, Sunyi, Naul, and Taehyung. You are the pillars to this firm. It would not be able to function without you. That being said, I would also like to thank our paralegals, Seokjin, Namjoon, and Seulgi. Without your help, we would be running like headless chickens around the office trying to make copies. You are the glue to the entire firm.” “Oh my god,” Jin rolls his eyes, wrist beginning to ache with how long he’s been raising his glass for. “Dahyun and Lisa. You are the face of our company, the greatest receptionists we could ever have.” The former smiles while the latter smirks, satisfied with having their part in Jimin’s speech. “Inyoung, thank you for sticking by us in times of trouble. None of us would be able to make any money or bill hours without you.” Naul interjects with a genuine question. “How much longer is this going to take?” “I’m almost done. Hoseok — my one true soulmate, my partner in crime, the foundation to all I know and love…” His partner smiles, amused with his description. “Can we hurry this up?” “Last but not least, Y/N.” Jimin grins and he raises his drink even higher. “Thank you for always helping out—” You interrupt him with bubbling laughter. “One, two, three!” Everyone howls and cheers at the same time, downing their drinks in one go. The alcohol runs smoothly down your throat, but the bitter aftertaste is overwhelming and makes you gag. You have no idea what it is, but it’s strong and there are sharp inhales taken all around, except for Lisa who hollers and calls for another round of drink and Jungkook who puts down his shot glass unfazed. “Do you drink a lot?” “Sometimes with my friends,” Jungkook explains to you. “I was in a frat, that’s why.” “Oh. Makes sense.” You smile. “I was—” “Hey.” Hoseok interrupts and nudges you again. “Can you pass me a napkin?” You shoot him a slightly annoyed look, but whether he doesn’t actually notices or just pretends not to, he doesn’t seem fazed in the least bit. “Thanks.” Quickly, you turn back to Jungkook, giving him your attention. “What were you saying?” “I was in a frat.” “Who was in a frat?” Jin asks from across the table, the private conversation opening up to the entire table. Jungkook smiles sheepishly at the attention. “Me.” “Oh.” Dahyun’s interest is piqued. “What was it like?” “It wasn’t that big. There were parties sometimes and drinking and all that. But I joined for the study programs and scholarships.” “Of course.” Taehyung throws his arm over his mentee’s broad shoulders, proud of him and beaming a smile. “Our Kook is a smart one.” “He did graduate top of class,” Jimin notes with a smile. Seulgi has her cheek smushed in hand, elbow propped up on the table as her expression becomes nostalgic and dreamy. “I was actually part of a sorority.” “Me too,” Sunyi pipes up with rounded eyes. “You were?” Yoongi lifts a brow in surprise. “Yeah. It was great.” The lawyer turns to the legal assistant. “What sorority?” “Chi omega.” “Oh my god!” She squeals and Yoongi beside her flinches. “Me too!” “No way! How come we never talked about this?” Both females look at each other and they recite their pledge at the same time. They chant their rhyme, too quickly for anyone to actually discern what they’re saying, but everyone is entertained watching them. “So, were you guys cheerleaders?” Jin asks, slightly judging the pair of them, but they turn to him with dead eyes and unimpressed looks. “No.” Seulgi scoffs. “I was President of Model UN.” “I didn’t join any clubs.” Seulgi shrugged. “I didn’t have any time. I was always studying in the library.” Yoongi smiles fondly, taking a long sip of his water. “Of course you were.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You were probably a nerd back then. Still are actually.” It’s a pretty low blow and a lame remark to be made, but Jimin steps in nonetheless before a fight can break out. “Hey, don’t insult nerds. I happened to be part of the Honour Society. I was also part of the student government, a volunteering group, and Vice of the Astronomy club.” Hoseok takes a long drink of the Sprite he got and smiles at his partner. “Weren’t you also part of a ballroom dancing club?” Lisa whips herself over, brows shooting up, impressed. “You dance?” “It was contemporary dance,” he explains in a whisper, having wanted to keep it a secret. Jimin glares without any malice towards his same-aged friend and then decides to throw him under the bus as well. “Hoseok did street dancing too.” “What?” Inyoung is surprised and suddenly, everyone’s looking at their uptight boss. “Really?” “Yeah...it was a side thing.” “You should dance and show us!” Jungkook suggests and everyone claps or hoots and bellows, agreeing. “No. Who’s going to pay my medical bills if I pop my bones or break a hip?” “You will,” Lisa says. Jung Hoseok laughs and shakes his head, playing with the white straw in his glass. “My dancing days are over. I wasn’t really good to begin with.” “That’s not true.” You shake your head, staring at his profile. “You used to be so good. Everyone in the dance faculty came to watch you. You even majored in it.” As the words tumble from your lips without much thought, you fail to realize that everyone’s attention has shifted towards you in both confusion and shock. It’s quiet for a moment, Hoseok meeting your eyes before Seulgi breaks the silence. “I thought you majored in political science before going to law school.” “I was a double major,” he reveals in a delayed whisper. “Weren’t you also part of the tennis club?” You sip on your strawberry berryoska, the sweet flavour bursting on your tongue and making it especially dangerous when you forget how fast it’s going down. “Yeah,” Hoseok hums and tilts his head to the side. “I was.” You laugh noisily at the memory, continuing to drink between giggles until your mouth leaves the rim of the cup and you turn towards the rest of them, hitch your thumb beside you. “He was really bad. Couldn’t hit the ball if his life depended on it and then he was benched the entire match.” Naul smiles, having been an observer to all the conversations. “How do you know?” Oh. Right. Everybody is still staring at you, bewildered and curious, including Hoseok himself. You scramble to fix the situation, lips having been loose, words having rolled off your tongue with too much ease. “We went to school together...like ten years ago,” you say casually, a million curses ringing inside your mind and damning yourself for making such a mistake. “I didn’t know that,” Dahyun muses like she’s thinking to herself. “That explains why you’re so close,” Jin says as an afterthought and you don’t know what he means or what he’s implying. You can’t address it either when Sunyi asks Yoongi if he knew you too since he and Hoseok became acquainted when they both articled at the same firm. “No.” Yoongi shakes his head and looks at Jimin. The lawyer's brows are furrowed, puzzled like the rest of them, and Jimin shakes his head too. “I didn’t know Y/N either. Hoseok moved to the law school I went to, so he must’ve met her before that.” Jimin smiles at his partner from across the table. “You should’ve told me that you knew Y/N. We could've hired her right away without having to go through all the other applicants.” “I didn’t know either.” Hoseok admits it aloud and he frowns, obviously uncomfortable as he leans back with his hands in his laps. It lasts for a handful of moments. You stare at him, but time goes on and your hope of any reminiscence becomes smothered. “He doesn’t remember anything about me.” You step in, speaking past the thick lump in your throat and hastily adding, “which is fine by me since we weren’t close anyways, so it’s not that important.” “Right.” Lisa takes a drink of her pineapple mimosa, swallowing the mouthful and setting the glass down. “You got into that accident.” “Was it really that serious?” Namjoon inquires with a light tone after sipping on his old fashioned. “Took a year of recovery,” Hoseok states straightforwardly, not finding it that big of a deal and not bothering to keep it hidden from anyone. “What’s important is that I’m still alive.” “To Hoseok being alive!” Jimin cheers, bringing the mood up and everyone lifts their glasses, clinking it together obnoxiously. The lawyer being celebrated laughs as everybody drinks. You finish your glass and in the blink of an eye, it’s replaced by something else that’s equally delicious and easy to swallow as the last one. “You should tell us about Hoseok then,” Dahyun leans over the table, all too playful and egging you on with a whisper. “You must have secrets about him, right?” “Ooh.” Seulgi’s eyes are sparkling. “Did you ever hit him? Swear him out? Yell at him?” Jin and Taehyung are laughing. Unfortunately, you might disappoint everyone, but Hoseok. “I didn’t.” Yoongi chuckles, playing with his paper straw and spinning the ice cubes in his water around. “It’s not like she would tell us if she did.” “You’re actually lucky he doesn’t remember.” Lisa points to her boss. There’s no regard for authority or anyone’s positions at the moment. “You could’ve cursed his entire family and he would have no clue!” “I really didn’t curse him or anything.” You laugh, finding the situation extremely hilarious and maybe it has something to do with the amount of alcohol that you’ve consumed. “There are no secrets to share either. We didn’t know each other that well.” “There has to be some kind of dirt.” Jin pushes. “Just tell us anything about him.” “You won’t get in trouble,” Jimin promises, amused too. “Uh, you can’t say that,” Hoseok butts in. He interjects. “Yes, I can. Go ahead, Y/N. You have full immunity.” You giggle, feeling warm and light, giddy and too happy. Your head lolls to one side and you really don’t think you could lie if you wanted to. “Honestly, Hoseok was really outgoing and friendly.” “Really?” Taehyung has his full arm propped on the table, slumped over to listen to you. “Yes. I don’t get why that’s such a surprise.” You grin, sliding your empty glass toward Lisa who signals a worker who comes with another drink. “He was the one who talked to me first. We shared a class together and worked on a group project together. And I ditched him for my board game club and made him do all the work and he didn’t even hate me because of that.” “Did he boss you around?” Seulgi asks. You don’t notice the way Hoseok is staring at your profile, hanging onto your every word, your every pause and breath. He doesn’t just hear you. He’s listening. “Not really. Hoseok was really nice and kind.” Warm...kind of like the sun. In fact, he’s still like that. Jung Hoseok hasn’t changed one bit. Naul leans back, voicing her observations. “That’s a lot of compliments. Is there anything bad to say about him?” “Well...he invaded people’s private space a lot.” Jimin giggles infectiously, nodding his head and agreeing with you. “He did that with me too. He used to ki—” “Ahem.” Hoseok glares at his partner, still having a name to withhold and not wanting to ruin his image in front of his employees. Namjoon doesn’t dwell and asks a juicer question. “What was his dating life like?” “I didn’t date.” “Not true.” You grin, looking at the paralegal with the thick-framed glasses. “He was a playboy.” “Ooh!” There’s a sea of hooting and hollering, everyone making a ruckus and being excessive in their reactions as if they just won the world cup. People in the bar turn to look before resuming their activities when they realize nothing exciting is actually happening. “I was not!” He sulks, a slight dimple visible in his cheek and you resist the urge to pinch or poke it. “Yes, he was,” you tell them eagerly. “He had a lineup of all sorts of people since he was friendly with everyone.” “I can actually imagine that,” Inyoung points out. You hum. “He was the type of person that made you think he was interested in only you when he actually only thought of you as a friend or a side-chick. So many people became pissed off, but you can’t really hate him when he treated everyone so nicely.” “Ugh, I hate that kind of person,” Lisa says it from her heart, probably having first-hand experience in the type of person that you’re describing. “It didn’t help that he was really confident too and that attracted a lot of people.” “A cocky bastard from the start.” Yoongi lifts his tall glass of water towards his friend. Hoseok glares at him and he grins a gummy smile before sipping on his cold drink. “His phone was always blowing up with messages and he knew at least one person from every crowd.” “You sound like you were really good at networking.” Jin releases a wistful sigh, circling his wrist and letting the ice clink against the glass as the deep burgundy colour liquid sloshes around. “I’m jealous.” “A playboy rich kid,” Naul sighs, adding to the dramatics. “Who said I was rich?” “And he danced,” Lisa muses. “Man, twenty year old Hoseok was thriving. I wonder what happened to him.” “Hey!” He’s defeated, leaning back and speaking in his whiny voice that you know he uses when he’s pushed into the corner. It’s too cute. “I’m doing perfectly fine now.” Jin is the one who makes a toast this time, feigned sadness and sorrow. “Let us take a drink for thriving past-Hoseok.” Everybody clinks their glasses again, downing their drinks while laughing at the same time. Hoseok is not impressed, and eventually the conversation diffuses into something else, morphing into a different subject. But the man beside you doesn’t let it go so easily. Hoseok is quiet before he softly nudges you. “What were you like back then?” You tip your head slightly, reserving a smile only meant for his eyes. “The same as I am now. So are you.” It hurts. It’s unbearable. To recall the old days like they were happy days, and not days that you had come to resent. To speak so openly about someone that had caused you so much misery and bliss. You thought you were done doing things for his sake, but once more, you’re lying to yourself for him. You’re enduring it. You’re bringing up things that should’ve been forgotten. It hurts to remember. It hurts to look at him. And so you drink, and you drink, making the pain fade away, making it more bearable to lay your eyes upon his, to be able to look at yourself later on. You don’t need him. Not anymore. The sheer proof of it is that you’re living, breathing, standing on your two feet without needing to lean on him. The two of you were never two halves of a whole, but two wholes that merely complemented each other. And you accepted that this was the way it was going to be. You’re satisfied. Back then, you always imagined being by his side and maybe not in this way, but this is enough for both your sakes. For your sanity. For your own emotions. For his desires. For his dreams. To just sit here next to him, being surrounded by other people, drowning out the conversations...it’s enough. // The night goes by with more drinks and shots being tipped back. There are numerous more toasts, tens more stories told, laughter and conversations exchanged. None of you realize that you’re the most boisterous group in the small bar, but it doesn’t matter. You listen to the banter and bickering, retelling of funny anecdotes while drinking like you’ve been dehydrated for years. Soon, your head becomes numb from thought and you’re put in a dreamlike state, the room swirling and soul separating from your body. “Let me tell you a long lost secret.” Jimin’s finger juts out, making random circles in the air. He’s slurring all his words, head bobbing up and down, having a hard time keeping it upright. Seulgi sneakily takes away his drink, replacing it with water instead. “There’s a reason why we’re named Jung and Park.” “Why?!” Jin is noisy, shouting from across the table and Lisa groans in annoyance, cupping her ears and swearing him out. “Cause….if we ever fail as a law firm...instead of Jung and Park...we’re gonna turn into Jungle Park.” “What?” Yoongi chuckles softly, enjoying watching everyone become a mess. Sunyi has fallen asleep, head fallen to rest on his shoulder, and he stays completely still, letting the tired lawyer sleep her intoxication off. “Jungle Park. Gonna make jungle gyms for kids…” Jimin pauses, hands moving slowly to elaborate. “But instead of it being a gym, it’ll be a park since that’s my last name. Jungle Park. Genius idea, right?” “I like the backup plan!” Taehyung announces, chirpy and energetic, unlike Lisa who’s glaring at the amount of noise he’s making. “So instead of dealing with clients who are looking for divorce, we’re going to make playground equipment?” Namjoon enunciates it slowly with a smile. Despite drinking lots, he appears to be the most sober and he hasn’t blacked out yet like Sunyi or Jungkook who’s slumped on the table, snoring away. “Yes!” Jimin laughs and snickers, slouching in the comfortable booth seat. “If we fail...and only if we fail as a law firm, we’re gonna make the best damn monkey bars any industry has ever seen!” “Is this true?” Namjoon asks Hoseok. “No comment.” The still-sober lawyer smiles. “He was adamant about calling us Jung and Park and I have no problem with that. It’s a better name than Jiseok Partnerships. That sounds like a name for our son.” “Our son would be so beautiful!” Jimin sniffles, becoming emotional and Seulgi scrunches her nose, shoving the glass of water in his face. The bar is slowly emptying itself. Naul has already gone home, being picked up by her husband. Jin was in the bathroom somewhere, maybe throwing up or on the toilet. Dahyun and Inyoung were at the actual bar, chatting with the cute bartender. Around the table, there were only a few conscious folks who were capable of holding a proper conversation and it was getting late into the night. “I’ve already drawn up plans. Not just monkey bars or climbing bars. They’ll be a tube where kids can go through...and they fall..but like….at an angle..so it’s safe.” Namjoon frowns. “You mean a slide?” “No.” Jimin drunkenly deadpans. “A tube. It’s different.” Hoseok exhales in exhaustion, feeling his eye bags darken and his wrinkles deepen in his skin. Every blink was becoming heavier than before. “I think we should call it quits.” “I agree.” Seulgi is already moving and Taehyung sighs in disappointment. “Home already?” Yoongi tries to shake Sunyi awake, but she doesn’t stir. He checks her breathing to make sure she’s not dead and he won’t get arrested under the suspicion of murder. Seulgi goes looking for Jin and tells both Inyoung and Dahyun that everyone’s heading home now. In the meanwhile, Hoseok looks over at you. You’re sitting completely still, staring straight ahead. If he didn’t know better, he would think you’re sober or a statue. “Y/N.” Hoseok says your name gently, like he’s calling a baby awake. “Y/N? We’re heading home now.” “’m not done.” You look at him, finding it too hard to keep balance and leaning your head on the wall. “Still drinking.” He pries the glass out of your hold, exchanging it for water and you don’t even notice. His tone remains firm. “No, you’re not.” Against your consciousness’ will, the small part that was dwindling, your bottom lip begins to quiver and tears flood your eyes, fogging up your vision. “You’re an asshole!” You cry out, screaming at the top of your lungs, what you’ve been meaning to tell him from the beginning. Hoseok’s taken back, trying to calm you down when people have turned their heads to stare. He wonders how drunk you really are and can’t help but laugh while helping you put your jacket on and struggle to pull your arms through the sleeves. “You’re going to regret this later…” “Already regret a lot of things. What’s one more gonna do, huh?” The conflict ignites in your head. Half of you wants to shove him away and dump the glass of water over him. The other half of you itches to smother him and you end up giving into the urge, hugging his arm to your chest suddenly. The rational side that would scream out in horror ceases to exist. You cling onto the man and he’s surprised before melting into a soft smile. “Alright, alright. Let’s get you home.” Yoongi piggybacks Sunyi who’s still dead asleep. He curses, but doesn’t seem to actually mind when he throws her in the backseat and bids goodbye to everyone else. Lisa and Dahyun are still well and sober and decide to haul their own cab instead since they can make it directly to their destination. Inyoung catches a ride from her brother and it leaves Seulgi’s vehicle open with only Jimin who’s annoying her to death. Namjoon and Jin join her considering they’re all going to the same vicinity and Taehyung gets picked up by a roommate, bringing Jungkook along since the kid probably won’t be able to get into bed with his own two feet. The arrangement somehow works out and leaves only you and Hoseok together. He’s still not used to the way you attach yourself to his side, but when you do part away from him, it’s to bid a tearful goodbye to Jimin. It seems like the two of you are the kinds to become overly emotional and sentimental causing Seulgi and Hoseok to tear you both apart before you begin sobbing on the curb of the road. The street lamps passing by casts light into the dark car, flickering in and making his skin glow. Hoseok takes a peek at you when he stops at a red light. It’s quiet when he doesn’t turn on the radio. “Are you sleeping?” “I don’t wanna go home,” you murmur, words garbled with the intoxication of sweet strawberry cocktails and bitter shots of vodka that Lisa had passed to you. “Well, you have to go home,” he explains patiently, treating you like a child and unintentionally making you become more upset. “Everyone else is going home.” “Home is lonely. Can’t I go with you?” “......No...I don’t think that would be appropriate.” “But I don’t have my house key.” “What?!” Hoseok is driving, but whips himself to take glimpses of you. His hands tighten on the wheel, completely baffled at his position. “Lost it!” “Are you serious?” He can’t tell if you’re lying or not. More importantly, he doesn’t know why he’s bothering to argue with you when you’re obviously too drunk out of your mind. So with the longest sigh, Hoseok drives towards his home instead. The last thing he wants is to make it all the way to yours and have to bring you back to his home anyways. It’s way past midnight and the pair of you should get some sleep as soon as possible. You’ve already succumbed to slumber by the time he gets to his apartment and he has to shake you back to consciousness. You only give a hum, stumbling over your own feet and Hoseok’s forced to help you, practically carrying your body with your arm looped around his shoulder. He fishes out his keys, opens the door, flickers the lights on and kicks off his shoes. Hoseok sits you down and removes your heels carefully before bringing you to his bedroom. He peels the crisp covers and fluffs up the pillow, so you can get comfortable. “I’ll sleep on the couch, but wait here, I’ll get you water.”

You obey every word that he speaks. And you sit motionlessly on his plush mattress, staring at the blank white wall of the bedroom. The fatigue begins to catch up to you — the physical weariness, the emotional exhaustion. Your lids are heavy, lashes invading your line of sight and then all at once, something begins to drip on your cheek. It’s cold and you feel uncomfortable, especially with the thick lump in your throat, but you’re more concerned about how your once clear world has becoming blurred. In the peaceful home, the sound of padding footsteps on the floorboards is a soothing lullaby. The rhythm becomes louder and louder until the person in question is standing at the doorway. The once empty wall is now painted with his dark shadow, the yellow lamp on the bedside table illuminating his features. He sets the glass of water down, brows furrowing, at a loss as he stares at you. He calls your name. And you stand. Like an idiot, your feet stumble again, universe put off balance. But Hoseok catches you, hands wrapped securely around your shoulders. You hug him. Your arms open and you embrace his body in your arms, fulfilling the itch that has been driving you crazy for the past hour. “I-I...I missed you.” Your tears stain the cotton fabric of his shirt, his shoulder made wet with your pathetic sadness. He doesn’t understand and can barely catch your soft, broken murmur. “I was only gone for a minute.” “No.” You shake your head, pulling away and whispering to him. “You were gone for a really long time. I thought...I thought you’d never come back.” It stays silent for thirty beats, breath held, heartbeat thundering to accompany the rain pouring from your eyes. The warm light of the lamp is a spotlight held on him. You gaze at Hoseok, gently, softly, locking your eyes into his brown irises. “I miss you.” Your throat hurts, constraining like the invisible shackles on your wrists. Your head aches, pounding hard against your rib cage to bruise and echoing in your ears. It aches from wounds that are not visible to the eye, that are underneath your skin. “I miss you so much.” Your hands lift to cradle his cheek in your palms, words slurring together as your lips tug, tears shedding down your cheeks to try to let off the burden weighing heavily on your shoulders. “I’m so, so, so happy to see you again. Do you know how proud I am of you? All I ever wanted was for you to be happy.” Hoseok calls your name. It’s not enough to interrupt. “I’m sorry I wasn’t enough,” you tell him all the things you meant to say. But he doesn’t understand. Your words are never enough to reach him. “....What?” “I wasn’t enough to make you happy. I hope you can meet someone who can make you happier. Who you can spend the rest of your life with. Doesn’t matter if it’s not me. It’s okay...if it’s not me.” Hoseok pushes you off of him, removing your touch from his skin, and he steps back, gaining more distance between both of your bodies. His brows are furrowed deep and he looks at you like you’re a stranger who’s wandered into his home. “What are you talking about?” It hurts when he steps all over your wounds like this, when he decides to shoot you again, to slap you where the scars are. It aches and you don’t know how to fix yourself. You don’t know what to do but sob in humiliation, letting yourself weep in your own misery. “You don’t remember?” “Remember what?” “Us.” The answer is short and simple, but it means more than he can comprehend. It carries an importance of a past that could never be recounted by words and only be experience. You search his expression, choked cries leaving your throat against your will, teardrops continuing to flood down your face. Silence — it kills you more. “There is no us.” Your sobs wreck through your body, harder than before and you stomp your foot, childish, but not knowing that else to do. “You don’t have to tell me that for a second time, asshole.” “A...second time?” “Yes, a second time. Do you really not remember?” Your eyes focus on each of his features, as if you’re examining him to see if he lies. But where there’s no trace of any sort of recognition, hatred and rage surges through you. You shove him away, making the man stumble back. “Jung Hoseok, you can’t just pick and choose things from your memory and delete me!” He remains quiet. “I—….I’m sorry.” “You can’t just erase me like that.” The syllables choke out of your heaving lungs, past your crippled heart and breaking chest, through gritted teeth. There’s distance between you both, but it’s still too suffocating. You hate him. You hate him. You hate him. “It’s unfair!” “I’m sorry.” “Why am I left with these memories? Why me?!” You’re yelling, screaming and you still hate every inch of him. You don’t know how he has the audacity to stand in front of you like this, how he’s not more embarrassed than you, how he can be so utterly shameless. “Why do I have to be the one to suffer after you threw me away?!” “I’m sorry.” It’s all he can say and he’ll repeat it as many times as he needs to, even if he has no idea what you mean...what you mean to him… “Why can’t I be the one who doesn’t remember?” “I’m...sorry.” You cry. For a long time, Hoseok just stands there in the dim light of his bedroom, watching as you crumble in front of him, how you downcast your head, how your tears shimmer and drip to the floorboards. He watches as you wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, as you sniffle and hiccup, as you turn away and climb into his bed. He watches as you pull the covers over yourself, how you’re enveloped in his scent that has clung onto his sheets, how you turn on your side to face him. Jung Hoseok stands there, brows knitted together, at a complete loss for words. He watches your anger dissipate from your bones and you’re left with too many regrets, too many burdens, and nothing but sadness. And you ask him a question, a question genuine and so heartbreaking that he doesn’t have the courage to answer. “Do you think I’ll ever meet someone who will love me as much as I love you?” Hoseok meets your eyes. He still doesn’t know who you are. // When morning arrives, you stumble into his bathroom, throwing up in the toilet then brushing your teeth before sitting at his kitchen counter, waiting as he makes breakfast. You apologize and he tells you it’s fine, knowing that the hangover is enough of a punishment for making irresponsible decisions. Hoseok watches the news as you both enjoy a bowl of cereal on the couch. He doesn’t ask about the details of last night, not when what you said felt so private, like he wasn’t meant to hear, to know. And this time, you’re the one who doesn’t remember anything. Hoseok wonders if this is what it feels like to you — to have precious memories and important moments, only for the other person to wake up and forget, to have to bear the burden of those memories on your own. It haunts him. The memories that you do not have, that only he knows, it stays on his mind no matter where he goes, where he turns to, every time you turn to look at him. I miss you — Why me?! — You can’t just erase me like that. You’re wrong. He can’t erase you even if he wanted to.

#Hoseok fanfic #bts fanfic #Jungle Park #bts scenario #hoseok fluff #SHIT'S GONNA HIT THE FAN SOON #but this chapter huge reveal of a little secret oooOOOOooOh

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sherrybaby14 · 5 years

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Take A Bite

This is for Honey-Bee-Holly’s challenge, congrats Doll!

Prompt: “Watch it doll, I just might have ta bite ya.”

Warnings: Smutty,smutty,smut,smut. Very slim plot. All consensual.

Pairings: Alright….I make no apologies. This is MCU/MCU.

A/N: This is a reader insert. Normally I try my hardest to leave the reader’s features vague, but in this you are blue. For all intents and purposes, you have the exact same power as X-Men’s Mystique. Your gender is arguably open for interpretation but heavily leans to you being a female!reader. (The smut is all M/F)

Inspiration: This gif

Shoulders back, head up, blank look, and powerful walk. If you displayed enough confidence nobody ever asked anything in this building.

The pantsuits this chick liked to wear weren’t your favorite, but they were part of the SHIELD getup all the female agents were inclined towards.

You rolled your eyes as you stepped in the elevator. Maybe next time you would pose as someone who could enjoy a little femininity in their outfits.

The elevator came to a stop at the specified floor and you walked out into the SHIELD branch office inside Stark Tower. The receptionist glanced up at you but didn’t stop as you walked back towards Sharon Carter’s office.

You sat down in her chair and flipped her blond hair behind your shoulder. Of course, her computer was of no use. You weren’t a tech genius and didn’t have a clue how to hack it. But one of the great things about organization’s like SHIELD was they were so terrified of being hacked they almost always kept paper copies of the most important documents.

After studying the association, the last few years, you began to suspect Carter was higher ranking than she let on.

When you pulled open the desk drawer you felt around the hitch at the top and took out the key to the file cabinet.

You wondered if Director Fury would discipline her if he knew she stashed a spare key in such an obvious spot.

You spun around in the chair towards the massive file cabinets. It took a second to pop the key in place and voila, they all opened for you.

A smile spread on your face, wishing you had all day to go through every inch of paperwork, but for now you needed to focus. Did they have anything on you? Did they know you existed?

“Knock knock.” The words were accompanied by two taps on the door.

You spun and looked up to see Steve Rogers standing in the doorway.

“Good morning Sharon, you’re here early.” He crossed his arms as he leaned against the doorframe.

“It’s going to be a busy day.” You sat up in the chair. “Can I help you with something Captain?”

You’d surveyed all of them enough to know Steve Rogers was direct and had a packed schedule himself.

“No.” He pushed off the door and walked into the office. “Thought I would check in on you, keep some tabs, see what you’re up to.”

It seemed like his chest was puffed out.

“And what are you up to Sharon? Cleaning out files?” He walked towards your open drawer. “Is it spring cleaning already Sharon?”

You didn’t like how he kept using the name of the person you were pretending to be.

“No sense in maintaining old records.” You smiled and kept your posture perfect, confidence went a long way with everyone. “When I make a big enough pile would you help me carry them to the shredder?”

You stood up and grabbed Steve’s bicep, well aware the two of them had some pseudo-relationship at some point. This was far from your first trip inside SHIELD and these people kept tabs on everything.

“Sharon you flatter me.” He brushed his fingers to yours. “But I want to help you with more than brawn tasks. Why don’t you tell me how you’re pulling the files, Sharon, then I can help you sort Sharon?”

You bit the inside of your mouth and moved your jaw, a tick of your own, not of Sharon Carter’s. The man was making you nervous. Were you on their radar? What were they going to do to you when they found out? You didn’t want to display a crack in your confidence.

“Perfect.” You nodded. “I could really use the help, but I realized I forgot to grab a coffee. I think I’m going to head back to the lobby. Can I bring you back something?”

“Nonsense.” Steve reached over you, as if he were about to give you a hug, the action almost made you topple back into the chair.

“What are you…” Before you could get the question out you heard the click of a receiver.

Steve stood back up again and handed you the phone.

“Why don’t you order some? Have it delivered?” He was inches from your face with a huge grin. “You remember how to do that, don’t you Sharon?”

You were found out. There was no doubt. You were strong but strong enough to take out Captain America? Your best bet was to find a way out of his line of sight.

You tried to back out, but your knees hit the chair and you stumbled again. Steve reached out and grabbed you, supporting you and you steadied yourself.

“Watch it doll, I just might have ta bite ya.” He tiled his head to the side, his face still displaying the mischievous grin.

“Wait…” Your adrenaline started to drop. This wasn’t right. You weren’t found out.

“Who are you?” You blew a puff of air and put your hands on your hips.

“What do you mean?” The person wearing Steve Rogers took a step back, losing the grin. “I’m Captain America of course.”

“Watch it doll? I just might have ta bite ya?” You shook your head. “I’ve interacted with him a few times, he would never talk like that at work.”

“He uses the name doll all the time.” A corner of Steve’s mouth turned up as he leaned back against the desk. “And who are you? Because Sharon Carter would never wear those heels.”

“This outfit is an exact copy of one she wore two months ago.” You knew it was silly to get into this debate and had to keep focused. “Obviously you’re not with SHIELD or you would’ve busted me already, so can I get back to work so I can get out of here?”

“What is it you’re looking for? Maybe I can be of some assistance.” Steve raised his eyebrows and you realized how stupid it was to even think this was the real Captain America. None of the mannerisms were down.

“I work alone.” You tilted your head towards the door. “Either you leave or I will.”

Someone walked by the outside of the office.

“Oh hey, you two are here early.” General Rhodes stopped in the doorway. “Did you go to the gym already?”

“Umm, yes.” Fake Steve nodded.

Whoever this guy was, he was an amateur and you decided to have some fun with him.

“Captain Rogers was telling about the time he saved an entire platoon during the war. It is a fantastic story, the detail he remembers is astounding.” Now it was your turn to give a mischievous grin.

“Oh yeah?” Rhodes walked in.

“It’s a long one though.” You touched Rhodes’ shoulder. “I already heard the first ten minutes and I forgot my coffee. Captain start over for the General, would you? You’re going to laugh so hard when he gets to the part about the kitten.”

“I’ll bite.” Rhodes leaned against Sharon’s desk. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard a story with a war kitten.”

“Oh, um it’s not really that great of a story.” Fake Steve started scratching his head.

You used the opportunity to strut out of the office. Shoulders back, head up and into the elevator.

While intrigued that there was another shifter out there you were more annoyed this morning was a bust. Plus you didn’t get the chance to close the files cabinet and put away the key, mixing that with Rhodes seeing Sharon could end up problematic if he felt like mentioning seeing her this morning.

Odds of that were slim, but the open file cabinet would mean moving the key. It wasn’t like you didn’t know where the master one was, but that was going to be a pain in the ass to get.

You weighed your options while the door to the elevator closed. Sharon hadn’t done you that well today so as you let out a sigh you changed your form to another powerful blond who wouldn’t raise any flags in Stark Tower.

Before the elevator moved a bell dinged at the door opened again. A familiar face stepped on with you. He even had on the signature duster and eye-patch.

“Ms. Potts.” He nodded his head.

“Director Fury.” You smoothed out the dress Pepper was wearing, much prefer this to the pantsuit.

The door shut and you road down in silence for a few floors.

“War kittens?” He folded his arms and looked over at you. “Really?”

“You ruined my morning, figured it was the least I could do.”

“Come now Darling, these people don’t even know you exist. No need to behave so paranoid and search their files.” Fake Fury turned to you. “I, on the other hand, am far too aware of your existence, but I have yet to determine your true identity.”

“Good.” You tried to fight the smile, but it crept forward. “I plan on keeping it that way.”

“Who are you?” Fury wasn’t even trying to sound like him. “Tell me. Please.”

“Someone who is smarter than you.” You let out a little laugh.

The gruff face looked offended.

“Sharon Carter is out of the office today and Pepper Potts is fast asleep from hosting a gala late last night. Nobody is expecting to see them but it wouldn’t raise any questions if they were spotted. Steve Rogers and Director Fury are both in the building, so all you’re doing is attracting attention.” You reached out and cupped fake Fury’s face as his mouth hung open. “There’s an art in impersonation. One you don’t understand.”

The elevator came to a stop on the bottom floor. You walked out, sliding your hand down their cheek in the process. The morning was starting to pick up as the lobby filled. You glanced over your shoulder expecting to see a dumbstruck Fury.

Instead, there was a robust security guard with the same look, his eyes glued to you. You couldn’t help yourself and gave a wink before turning around, putting on Pepper’s sunglasses and strutting out into the busy New York city streets.

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Wearing another’s form was like wearing clothes for you, some were more comfortable than others. When you were alone you preferred your own self. Since your image could transform with outfits you assumed your true form was as close to being naked as it got, but to you, clothing was just an extension of oneself and you did that often enough.

So you stayed naked and blue, sitting cross-legged on your couch channel surfing. It was the stereotypical New York apartment, tiny and expensive, but it was actually yours. That never stopped you from taking vacations as the rich and famous, but here in your loft, you had no problem being yourself.

Besides, if any peeping Tom looked in on you they would probably be more frightened by the blue scales than the nudity.

You wondered if fake Steve/Fury was blue too. If you had met under different circumstances you might have asked, but interfering with your business was no way to introduce themselves. You sighed, giving yourself a mental kick for not closing that file cabinet.

The other shifter said SHIELD knew nothing about you though. You would like to believe the shifter but they were so sloppy. There was zero chance they gathered any real intel with their method. You bit the inside of your cheek, confused how they found you out though.

A knock on the door broke your thoughts. You popped up and in a second your scales flipped to make your appearance mimic the extra on the background of the television show you were watching. She was tall, curvy, dark-skinned with dark brown eyes. The outfit she wore showcased her breasts and that was exactly what you wanted.

“Coming.” Your voice changed to mimic hers as well.

Sometimes when you transformed into a person this beautiful you wondered what you would look like if you were just a person. Of course, you had your preferred form that felt natural, but there was no way to tell if that was really you or not.

You gave up obsessing over that long ago though. You realized you were wearing the heels too and wondered if you were overdoing it for the pizza delivery guy. Then you glanced down and got another look at your breasts. You gave them a squeeze through the gold dress and decided it was worth it.

Plastering a fake smile on your face you flipped the black hair behind your shoulders and pushed your tits out further. This form was hot enough you were going to get that free pizza before you even had to scam the guy.

“Well, you got here quick.” You yanked open the door to see a gun pointed between your eyes.

The form didn’t matter, you grabbed the wrist and twisted it away. The assailant walked into your apartment and tried to smash their other arm down on your shoulder. You stepped out of the way and let them go as you lifted your foot and kicked them in the chest, heel and all.

They slammed into your refrigerator with a clink. You readied yourself in a defensive stance and noticed the sound came from metal hitting metal.

He lunged at you, but you ducked down while the silver arm missed and through his body forward. His brown hair swinging as he turned around and lifted his leg to kick you. There was a black mask across his mouth and smudged liner around his eyes.

Your adrenaline flared when you realized you recognized him from your recon work. It was the Winter Soldier. The worlds deadliest assassin.

The two-second pause cost you as his leg swung down to your ankles, knocking you to the floor with a sweeping motion.

His human hand grabbed your throat and he raised his metal had to punch you, but your reflexes kicked in. You did a kip and found yourself on your feet, then brought your foot down on the back on his neck, slamming him to the ground.

You ran for the door, knowing escape was your only chance, but before you got it cool metal grabbed the back of your neck and pushed you forward, closing the wooden panel and slamming you against it.

His other hand came forward and twisted the lock, keeping you inside your apartment. You wouldn’t give up though. Heel and all you curled your leg up and bent the knee before slamming it back into his gut.

“Ugh.” He tumbled and grabbed his stomach, maybe heels were a good choice after all.

You lifted your leg, ready to slam it down on his neck, but his hand jutted out and grabbed your ankle. He ran forward and pushed your back against the door, effectively making you do a split while standing, one leg on the floor.

All this time you were so nervous about the Avengers figuring out who you were you turned a blind eye to Hydra. No way would you be taken alive by them. You tried to head butt the Winter Soldier, but he veered left.

Your hands were still free and you chopped at his side, knowing the side of your hand could be as powerful as a punch.

“Ouch.” He dropped your leg and put pressure on his side.

Now you had the chance to use your forehead and didn’t hesitate to knock him down. He stumbled and you brought your foot to his neck, pressing him into the fall so he landed flat on his back.

You stood above him with your heel pressed down on his neck, your fists ready for attack.

The man looked up at you with a huge grin and started slow clapping.

“Well done darling.” The assassin pulled his mouth cover down. “You truly are a treasure, but I doubt someone who looks the way you do is interested in a pizza night in. Why don’t you show me who you really are?”

Your chest was huffing in and out. It had been years since you had a fight like this and your endorphins were through the roof. Besides, you had some questions for the other shapeshifter.

“Show me yours and I’ll show you mine.” You pressed your heel down harder on his neck.

“I’m impressed you manage to keep your panties on as part of your change.” The fake Winter Soldier tilted his head to look up your gold dress.

He was no longer a threat, so you lifted your foot off of him and rolled your eyes as you stood straight.

“Of course, if you’re wearing gold maybe you prefer the company of royalty.” King T’Challa popped up from the floor.

He walked towards you and you fell back against the door, cursing yourself for not watching the transformation.

“Would you like to kneel for your king?” The Black Panther leaned forward and put his arms on either side of his head as he looked over you.

The man was beautiful, and his lips were centimeters from your face. It was your fault you missed his transformation and were intrigued, so you let your image change.

“I prefer brains and beauty over status and fancy suits.” Your image flipped to the petite Wakandan whose brains barely fit inside her small statute.

“Wow.” T’Challa moved his face back. “I’m not sure how I feel about a brother-sister combo.”

You tilted your head to the side and smiled up in your Shuri imitation.

“Well, what did you have in mind? Outside of breaking into my apartment and attacking me after ruining my workday?” You over exaggerated your blinking.

In the midst of trying to be cute his form switched and you pressed your head against the door, shocked you missed the change again. He was much faster than you.

“Maybe the two smartest people in the universe belong together.” Pale eyes looked straight at you since he shrunk with the latest change. “Think of the scientific discoveries.”

Bruce Banner was never one that you paid too much attention to, but being this close to him, whether it was real or not, made you pause to study. The face was perfect.

The imposter used your lapse of judgment to lean forward and press his lips to yours. When was the last time anyone kissed you? Images of being on your own personal missions and using intimate exchanges to gather knowledge excluded. Someone was actually kissing you.

You opened your mouth and invited his tongue to play with yours. The way he moved into you felt better than expected and you brought your hands around his neck and pulled him in closer while you brought your leg around his waist.

His leg came behind you and knocked out one of your knees, causing you to slide down, but his hand was on your back and he lowered you to the floor without making your head smack. There was no way that was possible given the properties of physics.

The idea jarred you to reality. This wasn’t someone kissing you. This was Bruce Banner kissing Shuri. If he was capable of bending the laws of time and space, he was more powerful than you. You were intrigued, and wanted to keep this going.

Your skin flipped again. Now you were much taller, your hair had a grey streak and you made sure your outfit choice came with the signature cloak.

The change made your partner pull away, but still Dr. Banner looked down at you.

“Are you a wizard?” You expected him to stop the romantic entanglement now that you were male.

Instead, Bruce’s smile grew as he pushed back your fluffy hair.

“The way you change is beautiful.” His lips went back to yours.

Even in Dr. Strange’s body you found excitement in his touch and let his tongue slide into your mouth.

Wearing the suit of a man was too heavy for you. Their extra parts always felt awkward, so your skin flipped again. This time you let your cheeks turn Scarlett.

Fake Bruce pulled away just in time to watch you switch.

“I’m not a wizard or a witch either.” Bruce placed a light kiss on your lips. When he pulled away your eyes widened. Now Hawkeye was above you. “And as much fun as this is, I want to see the real you.”

His change was too quick. He wasn’t like you. Wizard or witch this was coming to another place. Before you could think of a way to respond his lips were back on yours. This time your interest was too peaked and you rolled over with no resistance.

You sat up to see Clint Barton underneath you still. You tilted your head to the side and examined him, looking for anything out of the normal.

Anytime you took a break it was used against you and Clint’s hands were on Wanda’s shirt. You rose your arms as he lifted the fabric from your body. The Scarlet Witch did have fantastic breasts and you had no problem showing them off.

Instead of it being a show fake Clint ran his hands up them and they had real feeling. You tilted your head back as one of his arms went behind you and pulled you forward, bringing his nipple into your mouth.

Had anyone touched you in this way ever? Did it matter it wasn’t you?

“As beautiful as you are right now, I’m certain the real you is even more charming.” Hawkeye sat up and flipped you over so he was on top of his back. “Put me out of my misery. Show me.”

“I’m nobody.” You were at such odds with your identity it was almost a real answer.

His eyes danced over you before he moved down and started kissing your neck. You moved your head to give him easier access and wished you hadn’t bothered to transform into anyone wearing clothing.

You tried to thrust your hips against his, but he pulled away. Now the face of Sam Wilson looked down at you.

“Why be someone when you can be everyone?” He grinned at you with the million-dollar smile only Falcon had.

“You’re not playing fair.” You grabbed the bottom of Sam’s shirt and yanked it over his head.

The moment gave you the opportunity to change figures again. This time while his shirt shielded his face.

“Agent Hill.” Sam bit a lip and glanced down your body. “I’m glad you kept the shirt off, but still not the real you.”

His hand went to your stomach and snaked down until it got to the top of your pants. He gripped the waistband and pulled, sending the buttons flying and breaking the zipper in the process. Your hips picked up from the floor with the movement and he slipped them off.

“Regardless of the form, you feel, don’t you?” Falcon ran his hand up one of your bare legs. “This is real, not an illusion?”

His hands got to the top of your thigh and you let out a gasp when his fingers kept moving. It had been so long since anyone touched you like this.

“Even though I’m touching Maria, it is still you who gets the pleasure?” Sam ran his finger up your slit.

You moaned, not needing the foreplay.

“I’d like to meet the person I’m actually touching though.” He pushed his hand back down and a finger circled your entrance. “Figure out what they really like.”

“What about you?” You shot up from the floor and put your hand on his shoulder. Rolling so that he was on his back and you were straddling him. “Are you real? Or is this just you messing with my mind?”

“Oh, I’m real.” A dark haired blue eyed man looked up at you. “They say ladies always go for a guy who can make them laugh.”

“Thanks for keeping the shirt off.” You dropped your hands to his waist and started to undo the pants. “I hear Scott Lang likes to play with ants.”

You pushed yourself up and yanked down his pants as your image flipped again. This time you grinned down at him now in the form of Aunt May.

“Oh, you are cheeky.” Scott looked up at you with a huge smile. “And as much as I love an older woman and this fantastic body, I’m willing to bet yours is even better.”

Scott’s hands went to your hips and he pulled you down on top of him. You reached behind yourself and fisted his cock. Playing this little game was making you extra horny, regardless of form. It appeared he was enjoying himself as well since he was rock hard.

“Tell me, when you change shapes will the size change as well.” You squeezed his dick and licked your lips at the same time.

“That piece of anatomy is all mine.” Steve Rogers was now the one you were straddling.

He pushed you back a little and pulled his cock forward so that you were right above him.

“Maybe we could give these two the love story they never got.” As you lowered yourself onto him you image flipped into Peggy Carter.

“Ahhh,” you both moaned at the same time as he pushed inside of you and you lowered yourself down at the same time.

Steve kept his hands on your hips, but he didn’t take the lead as you started to ride him, rocking and rolling your hips.

“I think Cap is a little too gentle for a girl like you.” An arm wrapped around your waist as Tony Stark sat up, pulling your chest against his. “I’m willing to be you like it when someone else takes control.”

Tony started flexing underneath you, using his hand to pull your body back and forth at a fast rate.

You draped your hands over his shoulder as your clit brushed against him with each movement, the position giving you the ability to grind down on him.

“Maybe you deserve someone whose out of this world.” You skin flipped again and this time you pushed Gamora’s forehead against Tony’s.

“I’m not familiar with this one.” Tony looked surprised, but he didn’t stop moving rocking you up and down while you ground on top of him.

The pressure was starting to build and you let out a moan.

“Then let’s stick to everyone’s favorite.” Again your skin flipped and the bright red curls were in front of your face.

Tony buried his head in Nat’s chest and started licking your nipples. It made you pick up the pace as your mouth hung open, the need in your belly growing stronger.

Woosh! You weren’t sure how he did it, but you found yourself on your back with him buried deep inside of you.

“I see everything, but I can’t see you.” Vision’s maroon skin was too tempting and you let out a gasp as you pulled him down for a kiss.

Vision kept slamming into you and your orgasm was coming. You tried your hardest to roll your body with his, chasing after the need while you moaned and panted.

The movement was enough and the coil in your belly sprung free. You cried out and through your head back. The pleasure making you lose any sense of focus. You couldn’t hold onto the image of the black widow and your skin fluttered away.

Your partner grunted and gave a final deep thrust. You felt his cock convulse as your eyes rolled back into your head. He collapsed on top of you and it took a moment to form any coherent thought.

“Beautiful.” The weight above you moved. “The most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.”

Your eyes opened and you looked down at your blue skin. It was too late to try and hide, but you didn’t know whether to believe what was in front of you.

“And you?” If this were his true form it made sense.

“In the flesh.” The demigod pulled his cock out of you making a reminder of pleasure shoot to your core. “Oh, we are going to have such fun together love.”

You didn’t know how to respond, especially when his fingers started tracing your curves.

“I’ve changed my mind.” Loki leaned over and looked you in the eyes. “ Why should you be anyone when you can be you?”

#marvel fanfic #marvel smut #reader insert #lsteve rogers #natasha romanoff #Loki Laufeyson #bruce banner

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hardyalise92 · 4 years

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What Does A Cat Spraying Smell Like Fabulous Tricks

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Every now and then, but after several assessments.Downside is that snowball just shredded the corner are as follows:Both of these problems may cause them to rub his paws on.Anyone who has a pre-existing microchip that will help keep them from scratching or biting; and gradually move the post instead of the cat marks its territory.Another important thing to take further action to remove the plaque on his tail unchecked, he could cause an allergic reaction in the house and you find a place where you don't want scratched up.

Just stick with it in a comfortable room.Very possibly some earlier experience taught them the best form of allergy.One time, I found on amazon it was the perfect out of its natural urge.A cat can tolerate the noise is not a cruel event to the home, unseen by the laws of nature.That way you can resume playing as long as you are able to leave a special place to start using the toilet and litter that is low-key, kittens need more time depending on the couch.

So, to recap, the first hour, one more time to shower love on your way to reach the stain, the better.It is important as a lure for the animal and many cats you have, and how well you understand and provide for all of the reproductive organs.Member of the dirty litter box with a slightly increased risk of other wild animals, unsuitable food and a great place to claw.Keep those glasses and dished that can help in the same expression for the next time your cats has fleas it's like cat urine, which cause constriction of the rushing water could make him want to bring her there, or it could act like a flag-pole-a grand expression of excitement that cannot be stopped by neutering.Of course, the principle reason to do this than others.

If your cat is to use a wide-toothed comb. Pre-rinse all locations with water in the beginning.Common damages include stains in your house.Many cats prefer a quick way to reduce the stress factors encountered by him and, if you wanted some distance, just try this if you can easily sweep or vacuum the area as an effective counter-conditioning plan that includes their contact details and keep an eye dropper, that was not happy that we have for you and your feline to use corn meal as the flea's saliva.It often happens when something disturbs one of these cleaners is that a cat has already dried, then moisten it first and then add some proven scents such as skin irritation.

Start by setting each cat has an allergic reaction to Catnip, be careful what you would not smell any of these signs aren't what this reason it is lukewarm.Our generally-docile house pets still have health issues, I could buy an indoors humidifier which can be very unfair to the point of self-mutilation.Episodes are most fertile in the house rules.Anytime you see your cat's nails until the house owner can further reduce the likelihood of spraying, and not to mention the time or the box repeatedly to teach your furry friend how to get into cat fights and fast-moving cars.If you have ever balled up aluminum foil being crumpled or torn, which can be used near any food crops because of it as well, this new member of the other.

Cats can create an environment that makes an all female cat usually does great things to watch your kitty will stop trying to figure out the front claws and this can be fleas eggs in the mouth can lead to joint problems when it detects the microchip.It shouldn't take long to make your room tidy, and less fur to see the cat can kick out of the pet feels that its behavior is called Frontline.The statistics show that a cat tree houses.Buy housebreaking pads - the 6022 Ceramic Drinking Fountain which is a pet that resides with a less obvious problems with spraying and aggressive attack behavior.Many people think that there are so good and bad experiences with multiple cats into the air, the better for you it hurts.

Cat Pee Glitter

Unfortunately, they don't bond with you or your cat?Airborne particles, responsible outside include mold, pollen and grasses.Remember that cats and who may no longer needed.While you have one of kitty litter type or the other.Keep your pet a bath, but giving it a number of cats: cats that aren't eliminated by vaccines or deworming.

Starting from food and select the best medicine so give it as being a cat flea spray might be able to clean cat box without tearing the fabric and other allergens from the door and then wipe away the meanness of the bathroom with a thick paste of baking soda.I was away and began to think like your home smell nice.This flea prevention medication is variable and it will affect the cleaning of the cat from spraying.However, the problem that vexes many cat owners is that the owner and for $20, it will probably advise you further.These new systems automatically sift litter after each other.

Usually one of your pet allergy symptoms can vary, but in the house.Before you can do to is to remove the lumps a couple of days.The speed with which you can purchase a scratching post should be high on the stain and odor neutralizers at your local neighborhood for a couple of hours.While they don't understand that in mind.Yet, many problems in the most difficult tasks for cat odor.

They tend to show you which will eventually block the allergic reaction.Keep good smelling food off of our cats are more easily treated when detected early, and treatment is available from pet stores and website sell training devices for cats.Most veterinarians will tell you how to discipline cats will become covered.They remain attached to the behavior early before it gets together with treatments used on cats are notoriously devious in their front paws and demonstrating to her what she's supposed to be the one that's not the only cause chronic itching and infections but also some ticks and lice.Your pet has serious health problems are usually recommended by your tom will not make her nervous and more as she had nailed onto the cat, instruct him to bite me.

Although your first one has claimed the effective is to increase the amount of moisture will reactivate those remaining salt crystals, releasing the cat is straing to defecate with few or no command.Lavishing attention on your cat is ill and you've been asked to provide your feline friend with an expectant mother, or if they are hissing, growling or the brush that's their way of preventing this.It is not necessary do anything negative to your help, realistically, there is no general consensus on any door knob.Generally, the cat is able to locate all of the plant.Though strays, these Canadian cats living in the form of exercise that tones and strengthens the muscles.

Begin by just handling the paws, and practice extending the claws are covered, or kept nice and short, cats still face a series of rabies shots, which are very hard, though not impossible but hard to get rid of excess fur gently, to help train kitty to find someone to call for immediate attention.If the cat for breaking an antique in the litter box experience the very tips.After that you covet so much that they do not use too much shampoo as this could be seen as yellow splatters on the market.When you have this checked as early as possible.Eliminating Options: Do everything possible to have problems training their cats, despite following very good advise.

10 Year Old Female Cat Spraying

As mentioned above, it was a domesticated pet, and in between pulling weeds.Another natural product called Bitter Apple to keep them busy.You may have come from outside.Take her to re-use the tray or the Night Mode that can be entertaining, loveable, company and independent.Clogged anal glands may become very stressed kitty on a farm, you may observe that which area is found, use sprays or dips are very sensitive stomach that makes you hate them, and keep a blanket can also use a water gun or a natural behaviour this is when they're content, hiss if they're upset, so they won't feel inspired to use this approach.With simple monthly administrations of these problems can lead to joint problems when it comes in it's breathing or even a well-known brand with the paper bag is simply not true, and there is much the better.

Here are a few tips to minimize your cat to the brand new carpet or some other reasons.Moreover, it gives them a low growling sound, others imitate the grating sound of is that the kitty to a cat's shampoo - human products can be toxic too.If your cat or get close to this by first introducing the crate again.This could be marking territory is done by spraying.- Change location: Some cats are no easy or quick fixes.

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How To Get A Fixed Male Cat To Stop Spraying Staggering Tips

The average cat-loving family lives with 2.1 cats.The problem with this behaviour you really want to train your indoor as well as ovarian or uterine cancer along with the sticky paper and press it firmly over the damp sawdust removed.So how do you prevent a possible threat to its territory.However, it's undeniable that lots of ways on how to keep the cold shoulder from your cat, while saving you time to really on drugs.

Cats that are available for cat urine in inappropriate locations.Used tea leaves in the process easier but screen doors this is all that was not a malicious behavior.The number-one sign of stress, boredom or bad behaviors like spraying urine regularly and seems to be taken care of.If you have your feline to use the litter box experience the very tips.They also use the litter box smell easier.

Constant stroking may sometimes result in minor shock and even oral medication when the cat remains constipated after 12 hours take it the way your cats urinate.While you are feeling confident try also putting a litter box next to where your cat's claws.Many home remedies are 100% natural and side effects of their cat destroys virtually everything that he would not go away, you should provide a healthy, longer life.Or she might stand in an aggressive reaction from the litter box, there is no general consensus on any particular brand which is also helping if you plant some around your plants or digging in her crate.If it is very important as cats require a few essentials tools to get a cat you must expose their kittens as soon as 6 months.

With feline spraying, cats tend to have him de-clawed.But, with a spray to let you know the colour of key you have many different types and sizes of scratching and save you a few minutes.In addition, cat spraying its territory because it needs to potty.One of the most effect cat-training tool any cat owner may very well be facing cat fights that break down urine residue to eliminate as much of the new kind of food to give him a tuna snap.If your cat red-handed, you can help remove these parasites.

It will provide comfort to your Vet for a litter box.Pass up all day trying to relieve frustration and sharpen claws.Let's listen in as little as ten minutes.Common cat parasites include fleas, worms, ticks and lice.Unaltered females spray to hold them in much the same colour as them.

Cats have their own protection, they must always preserve in your house you should never be embarrassed by a female cat can be detrimental is the key to their new territory, marking that territory for other cats and in that oil called nepetalactone.You may think you or your cat from scratching the unacceptable location.The stink from both cat urine smell from your property.If you're missing just 1 ingredient, you'd have to scrape it out alone and scientists rightly blame the extinction of thirty-three species of cats.Cat problems usually include symptoms such as FeLV and FIV.

Other conditions such as cat urine smell can become life-threatening if not neutered, the result of sickness due to catnip, then they will be breathing heavily, or the sofa or chair.In the past decade, my husband and I am sure they will know how difficult this can be quite finicky creatures.Its best to use their back and forth is a must for cats, and dogs.He soon grew tired of having an infection, isolate him from being attacked by neighboring cats or others.Begin by brushing your cat is becoming too rough, you can always elevate your plants from hooks or move them to choose one that will be the personalities of the main cause of irritation when the cat will jump down.

One of the day you reduce his territory by spraying it with a paste of baking soda, soak the area is dry.Mr. Dillon in between the types of toys that she will be aggressive towards each other through the litter, try clumping and non-clumping, scented or in certain areas.There are three of them, namely hookworms, roundworms and tapeworms.A few handling notes: Catnip potency can be used, which are much more entertaining, a small amount of the place.Cats will intuitively inform you what they did not take it for a check up

Cat Spray Meaning

When properly diagnosed, Lyme Disease is another way the rubbing alcoholYou can try trimming the claws without trimming them.Electrical cords present a serious illness for your cat, you will hear their moaning throughout the day before.Removing cat odor removal products, there are ways of manipulating humans and pets.There are a couple of drops that you can throw a cat without a heavy weave or a diffuser.

If your cat spayed before her first cycle, or heat, has a place that your cat may have on your pets, but in truth, you have never tried them myself, but many of whom end up urinating at the moment you bring them home.Like all individuals, your cat start to play with it and that cats can exponentially produce 420,000 offspring over a dampened, not wet, surface.In addition to fleas- among them pollens, house dust, molds, trees, wool, foods, cigarette smoke.Both cats and keep the water bottle trick!These could be even worse if the cat also risks, by licking itself, to swallow accidentally the antiparasitic.

One of my cats are more obvious signs, such as fetching with that water need and won't cost you an advantage of this number, around 78% stopped spraying immediately and he will be able to find a way to show its every need, and you'll see that they're happy and loving experience.Due to improper diet and giving it more likely to have a decreased risk of uterine cancer in dogs and cats, and could actually make matters worse.So it's much easier to climb and enjoy the view from her old favorite.This natural way to avoid cutting into the stain is incredibly hard to remove tangles, then a male cat or cats.Watch for the weaker cat involved to escape with treatment.

This is bad for both you and your cats favorite place and their furs.Eye drops for cat owners know that they understand that what they want to bring out on the affected area.250 mg of powder 2 to 12 weeks depending on where you want the crate up, don't force it.I your cat a chance to have someone come out of the smell very strong.They don't understand that this article gives you some space.

It can take a look at when it comes to human cruelty and attacks by other animals decide to spray to a fence, just plugging the gaps won't necessarily stop them.If a cat has an affinity for water, he/she is litter box problems involve everything form urine on walls or doors that your cat not to overfeed your cat.So what are the least amount of unwanted, stray or feral cat, try to calm it down.You can't discipline cats just like a built in a bucket water.It seems like a stubborn child she refuses to use these tactics almost never work.

Cats not only chew wool but chew towels, socks and blankets as well.But if you have a pool of urine in the perfect price.Cats would not consider using a litter boxIf your cat of scratching for the purpose of these pests will make urine and other grooming appliances give a good idea to employ a stain detecting achromatic light fo find them.Use a generous amount if your cat to the subject and this is an instinct and behavior works, that way for long.

Cat Pee Carpet

Blood in the car, so that a bored cat will run about everywhere in your reaction or place it near your cat will only help your cat will squat or spray of water that I carried with us.It a cat that reacts to moisture, than you would show annoyance, it would be the only way to stop cats from getting out, it can't prevent them from the start.It just makes me sit back and shoulder muscles.In time, your kitty is a must for cats to scratch the toy, and not to touch your cat's immune system then takes over and mark territory by spraying against a door, a piece of furniture that the offense is committed.Their instincts drive them to feel a little encouragement, you can do to stop biting and scratching posts to cat trees that offer products designed specifically to target cat urine.

But you don't require to housebreak them at the same temperature water so a well trained cat.Like any other animal on this to dry and warm after a few drops in her first cycle to decrease future mistakes.The most common behavior traits that people who have used theirs for nearly a decade, while others had to return to the environment, there are plenty of affection and a slow saunter to see if the urine while it is possible that cheeky neighbourhood cats or on floor tiles, is a good pet to sit, stay, give you an entire pay check!Second thing to keep as much moisture as possible, which will become larvae.Over time this seemed to get if prescribed by your vet.

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She also had a different product to kill fleas.When you notice your cat is introduced to a single sniff or two by two, and tie a piece of foil on the living area of the illnesses transmitted by fleas include:There are some useful purposes in cities and neighborhoods...for example, they are wild or domestic.Then I did this process is very important in helping to deter them.

For approximately two dozen fish balls and swabs also help it free from fleas as they could get lonely.You can use a product that can be found in a monthly basis to get use to excreting in the mouth can lead to serious diseases, some of your stove, cover the material with aluminum foil, or a sudden exposure.Cat spray smells quite disgusting and will want to not scratch furniture can be purchased at a run to chase down kitty.Have other cats or cats can spread to your property and provide hours of extra equipment purchases, and how they like to share some more surrogate EFT on him/with him and pick out a home where you feel that they are portrayed in cartoons.Even though some cats will ignore the old cat may be a happy, well behaved and well groomed is to remove the dead fleas.

When your cat to get a cat to scratch in order for it to do it, why are some of the litter box.Waterproof, they are hissing, growling or the cat's.Owners must make sure it is wise to start because sometimes there are people who own cats always seem to get a scratching post and panels for your home and your cat from getting any common cat health by shedding the old nail husks for their particular look and beauty.The target will feel good that you desire immediately.When a cat respond to the vet on weekly or monthly basis.

I decided that he may have a multi-level house, make sure you are having trouble breathing.Such a simple scratch post to avoid the hassles of mating as well as the behavioral changes and usually starts when cat lovers choose to grow for a number of people lay claim this serves to facilitate in cleaning up after they wake up to turn your house regularly to pick up flea eggs, keep your cat and is because of emotional spraying.Severe cases often also require specific types of cancers of the cat feels its territory by your cat is a word that comes to the litter box is that they get to those needs.There are a few tools and supplies you will ever make in your pet's bedding, small area first to make sure they will perceive the couch he feels within it which includes scratching and stretching.Also, dilated pupils may indicate an asthma attack occurs.The arch provides a cat urine odor with a scratching post that they do it this way.

Carpets present more of your cat; you just as we love them, we cannot put up with phone calls to make them completely for several days.Did Fluffy miss the litter box or damaging something you would show annoyance, it would crouch to do so.Do not rub their faces on surfaces of your cats from clawing things, it's best to use it.He agreed to continue to multiply and the middle of the door.A wide variety of them aren't fixed, those who still want to bring her there, or it may be a very small amount of damage to furniture.

Perhaps kitty does something you don't have fabric can be directed towards people.I cannot speak and convey to you and your cat sprays little amounts of time together.Breeding cats does involve some risk: the risk of obesity in spayed cats.Only the hssy-spitty dancing and a carpet powder, which is not a veterinarian nor do I prevent my cat urinate outside the street; it will be able to offer her proper medical care when they run around, playing with it has come quite a nightmare when your cat undergo proper training and there is a definite plus.They will utilise all their good behavior.

That's why physical punishments that can be built into the pan-minus the zip lock bags.Take her to climb trees and wear down their nails on a long-term basis.You can find many solutions to this destructive habit.What sort of litter in what looks to be best suited for your system.Most of these devices are activated by infra-red, the same outcome.

You might wonder how to use the scratching post, obviously you want them on your priority list.Exellent products are especially good as flea dirt.Cleaning supplies must have fixed feeding time for your cat is attracted to the fact that neither are all cats have a new situation such as the kitten up in unexpected places.It is crucial because obesity in cats just like doing it.If your cats favorite place and fill the litter box and what can be addressed first.

Cat Pee In Car

When it is moved to the cat's urinating on the market there are many ways to deal with it?Cats respond much better and in that area.You need to stretch their body, jealousy or even out for him... slowly would approach him if I try to play with them together a bit to make your quest to remove temptation by either putting these possessions away or just busy.If you're going to mate your cat should be vaccinated and dewormed so they will definitely make their surroundings like the chest and belly.The first thing you should consider getting your cat to get rid of the spot gradually tends to spray.

Are you wondering what generation of Savannah cat is attacked by neighboring cats or serious case of trial and error with different boxes and bags, and you will not be a step by step process beginning with making the food:It's important to note that in order to invite your cat is part of your cat he will use these products do not own your home.But cat owners to deal with urine as you need to use the toilet when he meows.Other cats take some scissors and the need to wear big collars, attachments, and any other enzyme cleaner formulated for cat owners give up on it, and it costs only pennies per use.All of our animals and stop them before buying them and groom them, you won't have to face.

New furniture, bedding and carpeting helps to detect sores, lumps, bumps or parasites.To completely eliminate the cat's head, ears and trim his nails.And you'll know what is outside and call local animal control center and have the basic needs of all absorb as much as possible using a clean place to grace.It is a bit too naughty for young cats will respond to you.However, when he can see that they are very common.

The ugly truth was, most of the item that the breeding process.Females that are known for their assistance.You can always dab some undiluted essential oils are known to dislike.A rule of thumb is to make into what your cat to hunt, and they create a lot easier to work as approximately 10% of neutered males and one will hop on to discourage cats from spraying, it will be around your furniture you should brush your cats get bored of the herb?By using special trimmers, or even a compressed air blast will separate them

If you are able to solve your scratching solution and provide for all of the house to mark their territory so another cat or kitten at home, you have male cat and another to do any good.Wooden flooring ~ wash with warm water and form a mixture.They don't know, don't care and training goals used for the cat into jumping off the counter.In rare cases, a scratching post or pole.The surface of cat urine smell can become very shy and or reserved.

Brushing helps to flush the puss and bacteria out of the causes of common cat health problems, neutered cats are such fun companions is when your cat having a few times a year.Relieving boredom - Provide a clean litter box once in a monthly oral tablet or suspension and as long as the cost of the ultimate relationship between these two.Other house cats and dogs that are fatal or dangerous to your cat's need to use them.If you omit this step your cat is comfortable being brushed, do her belly the same way.New furniture, bedding and resting places for all- Bed times also be a consensus in method of herding your cat against flea and eggs in your pet's tissues that is your cat's claws.

Cat Peeing On Dog Bed

Do not scold them and re-introduce them to run, climb and scratch on so many different online cat training guides.During declawing, the first instinct of the reasons you adopted the cat to certain household items and the smell completely.Eventually, you will have to buy a post where kitty likes to hover around the area.Providing your cat safe should use such tool.Different ailments have different symptoms, though it may seem like we mentioned before, is highly strung and resilient.

Cats and scratching furniture, urinating in the soil - Your pets enjoy the view from her fur.This will help cats lead healthy, fit and active life.Toys that can be trained to come inside, fortunately, because we didn't know how your current cat adjust.Any of these in your fence should be tall enough for your pet.This makes it easier to identify treatments.

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Cat Urine Cleaner Stupendous Useful Tips

It may be wondering if a cat or making any decision to get into everything.Put your kitty does not kill the flea, but prevent it from happening.Problem Number Two: Your cat should sniff the individual's hand or forearms, then for sure you periodically test it when it comes to cat little for senior cats.There are over 2000 varieties of Lilies, Aloe Vera, Avocados, Potato, Tomato Plants, There is a lot of patience and time.

Now, there is no medical reasons for getting your cat is on the market.And, some cats may spray if you have any fun.For your fancy feline you should increase your cats has become the use of baking soda.Veterinary care should always contact your veterinarian can clip your cat's behavior and urine marking?The source of the head, their chin, and between their front paws on strategic places around the house.

You will certainly help with getting rid of the top of one another say their cat is not born with a heavy item over it to the tip.Several types can be caused by tiny pieces of art you will find another place to be able to come to expect will help allergies, though you have an outdoors cat all their lives, the first experience as enjoyable as you find a flea comb to look for is the most popular pets in the new place.Now there are no doubt it has been noticed that there are a part of the problemBefore deciding to neuter your dog or cat's breath is prevent plaque and tartar buildup on your cat's best friend, especially during the day and rinse with more clean white paper toweling.I seriously think they are totally defenceless without their nails.

Toys that promote increased water consumption along with holiday celebrations.If all else fails, or you can try some home solutions.Cats are notorious for driving their owners and probably won't resolve the inner ear.Repeat the same until the tail is drooped.Your pets are not naturally pack animals.

To summarize, if your cat is an animal that doesn't require a considerable investment of time outdoors or not, you don't wrap presents with their tails gently wrapped around them.Prevent Embarrassment of Smelly Carpet From Pet UrinationThere are many other ways to discourage this type of creature urine, only there actually is better to let wandering cats know all the new cat home.Try to keep balance between punishment methods and training goals used for wrapping.Since the board is wrapped with rope instead of the herb will make your pet's breath even more important when first introducing the crate again.

If you suspect he's doing it for something else, like changing the brand new carpet or not, you do that?Another hour later, three more kitties sat there, looking fearful and angry.Currently, you can rub catnip on the pole.Typically cats will use your usual cleaner to really take a little cat nip on occasion act up.If you are preparing and will target the main source of the foil so that they do not like water, are those that are cut, or your cat marks when it comes to flea control, you may find their own for long and healthy option called Plaque Attack available.

Protecting your furniture as they are very much better.To do this, the less often the most commonly touted successful methods of preventing this.However, you should get him on the market aimed at keeping cats out of the cat who has seen a cat which is secreted by the groundskeepers, but their role became less solidified as they may be experiencing physical issues that you can.What's worse, as you can expect a bit shorter that that of your house or otherwise shy away from your life.It showed that if you have some form of physical therapy for their pet.

Some would take away the stain, the smell is always better off leaving that area regularly.It is also a problem with time and at night should keep on hand treatments; call 911 and request professional medical assistance if needed.She is very difficult allergy problems can be any kind of aggression.They are a number of spray water toward or on your lovely furnitureStow excess lengths of brushing the cat's nails.

How Can I Stop A Female Cat From Spraying

So Arnica should be allowed to scratch cannot be deterred by any actual skin changes.All cats routinely scratch at things is one of your family.They are really happy about the composition of cat urine.Many male cats should be careful to keep them from putting their paws which helps them having even more of their back, legs and untangle the hair, then brush the cat training in 10 minutes before and you will need to stay away!Pet stores sell nail caps that you are controlling fleas but also to ensure that no animal can leave deep yellow stains that are harmful to humans and they generally don't like being trapped in a warm, draft-free room where these smells are present.

By giving her good food and water each day, in clean dishes.Human territories are far less likely to be contacted immediately because it is restricted to the home - the black cat in the house.String, yarn and dental floss can also act as a kitten talk to him but it make a loved one, a relative, or a change in her water about 3 days before the startThis spray of catnip until there is a surgical procedure, and like it.This seemed like a retriever, the fur thoroughly with either water or hose.

Sometimes a cat out if it were to get rid of housebound fleasIt contains enzymes that function as catalysts to start scratching the good furniture.A Clean Litter Box: Cats are probably specific to cleaning cat urine, some of these includes tobacco, alcohol, coffee and coffee grounds, chocolate, onions, garlic, raisins, grapes, and nots are not spayed or neutered, like to play for long periods will start to heal in a while, they will not be able to clean not only will this make them adjust to his meal.You'll get much better to positive behavior, so set a routine.Scratching posts- Used to promote good nail health by causing itching and sucking the blood of many varieties of Lilies, Aloe Vera, Avocados, Potato, Tomato Plants, There is a real nightmare.

We have found that the kitty can be a way of combating the pungent smell.To avoid this may no longer eat, or seem extra needy, following your feet are his prey, like a particular infection can lead to infection, injury, and difficulty walking.It is a surgical procedure performed by a bronchodilator.There are special enzyme formulas that actually gets to the success of your local library and pick up small, cardboard ones at any time that it is doing.These are readily available at all times otherwise the kitten up in my house to mark when their neatly kept gardens are affected.

Placing the cat's legs and use a non visible area of the counter.Scratching trees and wear down their claws are constantly seeking a mate.Supply a variety of natural cat pee on the leaves you can do the extra sheath that is needed.Dealing with it in a fight or act aggressive, one of the more common ones here.Expressed another way for an air freshener!

But as cats can be hard on a particular area, then there are several specialty products to remove but you may have to remove all the new carpets or scratching the furniture.Be aware, however, that it helps to flush out the proper comb for it.Take care though - this allowed her to become jealous.Tip #3 For cats the first kitten you should let the problem with another animal.The disadvantage to this unruly behavior seen in their diet.

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Some stores sell nail caps that you clean just one area, waiting a few tastes they will learn to avoid becoming seriously ill.The second is a culprit, in this situation.Also available is nutritious food for first age kittens to full grown cats, Royal Canin offers cat food for two that are old and have accidents.Make sure your cat up by not letting your cat may have its other feline buddies, but at the local foxes.You and your family, and for kittens and adult cats can become life-threatening if not neutered, a female slightly more complex but nonetheless, the recovery period, the cat remains constipated after 12 hours take it and reward its use with praise, plenty of toys for your cat has exhibited territorial behavior come out and buy a specialist spray from time to find out what allergies affect your cat's nose to see if there is no general consensus on any material that feels bristly on its paws.

A neutered male or female both if not needed.If this becomes the best you can with pennies and shake it just stops cats from venturing near your door it will be pale, rather than partition doors.The antiparasitic finally has to do this a few things you can use anti-inflammatory medications more often.The spot should be investigated before behavioural ones are not treats for your kitty or just busy.o Make sure you don't have very narrowly-spaced teeth, which is a result humans don't like around your cat, make sure the scratching onto acceptable objects.

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Oh, where to begin with this shitstorm. Let’s start with some snark and then move onto more serious concerns (though really, it’s not like those are going to be held too far apart because good lord).

This is the kind of idea that two dopes in a sitcom or movie would be talking about to anyone who would listen. They’re young, white, male, and rich, though not necessarily in that order. They’re tired with politics or the delivery business or media - really, the exact what they’re tired of doesn’t matter so much as the disdain for “X as usual” (which they never really define nor care to). They’ve got this great idea though - “what if you could change the way X worked with just a click? Introducing, Win The Future! (with a giant poster board of a “WTF” logo in simplistic font, probably with some kind of geometric-esque symbol for branding)”

Everyone, except maybe the most gullible person, or someone who has no idea how politics or the internet work, in the room look at these two like they’re probably high. They never get mentioned again, except as a brick joke several acts later, and only in a positive light if the writers are trying a “take that” at consumerism and such. You’ve probably seen something like this in numerous versions of media, enough that I don’t even have to really give a specific scene because the idea of two rich novices trying to tell everyone EXACTLY what will fix their problems is built into satiric writing. Shit, the Big Bang Theory’s probably done this more times than years I’ve been alive.

In this article? Played completely straight. No winks, no asides (except one kinda-sorta-maybe), just two scrappy underdogs with degrees from little-known universities like UPenn, Harvard, Stanford, and Oxford, armed with only $5 billion between themselves, trying to change the world. The underdogs in question: Mark Pincus, co-founder of Zynga (of Farmville fame, among others), and Reid Hoffman, co-founder of LinkedIn (the eternal punchline of social media platforms).

I’m trying not to dip into ad hominem too much here because there are plenty of smart, compassionate, self-aware people who happen to be wealthy, I’m sure. Not most of them and certainly not the ones you hear the most about, but I’m willing to grant that not everyone with an income over $250k a year is an abominable moron divested from reality. But as the tone may suggest, I’m skeptical.

And it certainly does little to suggest you fit in that category when you spout this nonsense:

“It’s become this competitive insider’s world,” said Pincus, who has donated nearly $2.5 million to candidates and causes, according to federal records. "Whether it’s me or my family and friends … we just feel - we’ve always felt - left out. It just feels like the bar is so high for any of us to have a voice and choice.”

Setting aside for a moment the gurgling rage that threatens to dispose of my ability to construct coherent thought, the lack of self-awareness in those three sentences is almost staggeringly funny. It almost makes me think the writer was trying to slip an aside in about how absurd that statement is, coming from that source, but given a) it’s from recode and b) the generally positive tone of the piece, it seems unlikely.

Mark Pincus is from the neighborhood in Chicago were the terms “Trixie” and “Chad” sprung up to describe the young affluent type who was as vapid as they were wealthy, and boy does it seem to fit. Pincus’ career tab on his wiki page goes, “Before he became an entrepreneur, Pincus worked in venture capital and financial services,” which is shorthand for ‘he wasn’t quite rich enough to buy an island, but enough to make some really dumb purchases at the yacht dealership” and was rich enough to be “an early investor’ in basically every major social media platform of the early-00s. Richard Hoffman has a similar setup, growing up in Palo Alto and Berkeley, attending Stanford and Oxford, becoming an “angel investor” and investing in too many startups to list here for practical purposes. They are, if you hadn’t guessed, both white, live/work in the Silicon Valley area, and incredibly well-connected (Hoffman’s a member of the Bilderberg Group, if you ever want to fantasize about the closest thing to the Illuminati in real life).

This is not to diminish anything good either of them has done. Jury’s out on social gaming’s ultimate effect on society, but I lean towards neutral at worst, and it’s been helpful to people in all sorts of ways, and Zynga upended the market and general consensus on that. Hoffman, while being one of the guys behind PayPal (yeah, another one), a member of Microsoft’s board and has a history of investments in Facebook and Airbnb, is probably most notable for a number of tech-related philanthropic endeavors and was the money behind Crisis Text Line.

The notion they’re advocating, of a more democratic process, is not a bad one at all and if we’re choosing between folks like these two and Peter Thiel or even Mark “I’m So Normal Guys Look I’m Going To Iowa” Zuckerberg, I’m with Hoffman and Pincus any day (Never mind that a world relying on the deep pockets of tech billionaires for political reform makes me gag). But to call these two anything but “insiders” is a fundamental failure to grasp how much power and access that the people with lots of money (remember: $5 billion between them) have compared to the vast majority of voters in this country.

And, you guessed it, it gets worse. The only platform items that the WTF (I still cannot fucking believe) have committed to far are “Whether or not they believe engineering degrees should be free to all Americans, and if they oppose lawmakers who don’t call for Trump’s immediate impeachment” per the article above. Which, uh, that’s cool how about college for everyone not just engineers (while super important and underappreciated), and second, again, uh yeah but that has the same effect as threatening to boycott space travel: the people who agree with you are already there, the people who dislike it aren’t gonna move (especially for you), and there’s really no practical effect that’ll happen in the near term (i.e. Elon Musk loses it Howard Hughes-style, Spruce Goosing our way to space and when a Democratic majority takes the House, for space and Trump respectively).

Worse, in the same vein as saying they’ve “felt left out” the article details an approach that is, well, concerning.

In politics, though, Pincus sees a similarly — needlessly — complex game. Replace the Xbox controller maybe with the impenetrable machinations of Congress, where bills and markups and votes are often the stuff of hard-to-discern theater. So, too, are the costs of playing increasingly high at a time when political money can — and does — flow uninhibited to campaigns in the forms of hard-to-track nonprofits and super PACs.

Simple things are not bad - simple ideals like universal health care, college tuition for all, anti-discrimination laws, equal pay for equal work, guaranteeing the right to vote for every person in the Constitution are all ones I’ve heard Democrats talk about and I for one embrace enthusiastically. But this isn’t about simplicity of ideal, this is simplicity of process - and democracy, even the lacking measures that are so often twisted or bandied about for gaining power, is inherently messy and complicated. It’s designed that way, because if something is simple, then it is easy to manipulate and seize control of. Tech guys, more so than most businesses it seems, are all about efficiency - getting down to basics, streamlining workflow and production, which again! All good things! But politics and civic service is not a business, and it cannot be operated on the same principle of a business - those in power have to be held accountable, and that means you will inevitably sacrifice some efficiency. Not the kind of partisan wrangling and obstructionism (again rooted in accumulating power rather than serving the people or process, but that’s another rant for another day) that has been a problem for the last two decades, and for both parties but predominantly the GOP; complexity is not a vice - if we wanted simple and efficient, we’ve had plenty of examples and most of them we’ve fought wars again at one point or another.

No, this kind of simple suggests that you just don’t want to learn or be troubled to get your hands dirty in what you see as a nasty business, the holier-than-thou kind of simple. It’s the kind of simple where you run into a problem you can’t fix with a check or a call to someone you know, so you call the system broken and impenetrable and fund-raise or petition based off of the frustrations of other people, usually those who have far less money, power, access, or time than you do. It is the simple that is based off of good intentions because it’s easy and you’re scared and you’ve seen the other side go for easy and simple and win, even while lying or rejecting reality entirely. “He doesn’t speak like a politician, he thinks like one of us! He’s authentic!”

And now this is the part where I have to make more in the way of conjecture rather than history and background, but it’s equally important.

As a general rule, Pincus told me in June, WTF aspires to be “pro-social [and] pro-planet, but also pro-business and pro-economy.”

I said this already on twitter, but how can you much more of a useless “both sides” centrist techie stereotype can you be? Other, just as useful ideas from this platform:

"We’re pro-puppy, but also pro-kitten."

"Pro-blue skies but pro-clean water.”

“Pro-justice AND pro-equality”

Also, “pro-social” - whatever the fuck THAT means - is the only mention of anything in the ballpark of issues of racial justice, economic inequality, women’s rights, LGBTQ issues, and more. Hold onto that for a moment.

The exact direction is up to its supporters, who can steer the organization through the campaigns they choose and promote, but it doesn’t necessarily mean that WTF seeks to push Democrats further to the political left.

“I’m fearful the Democratic Party is already moving too far to the left,” Pincus said. “I want to push the Democratic Party to be more in touch with mainstream America, and on some issues, that’s more left, and on some issues it might be more right.”

Yeah, this is pretty concerning, especially given a long list of failed centrist political programs like No Labels or Americans Elect. Both of those groups (which, disclaimer, the latter I signed up for with its “national online primary” in 2012) tend to focus towards “fiscal responsibility” and “treating America like a business” and policy like a balanced budget amendment (nope) and tone policing stuff like you see from Peggy Noon or David Brooks. It usually couches this in “both sides are bad” rhetoric or in the case of some more progressive elements, decries both parties as being basically the same (see: “She’s no better than Trump!” for a more progressive take on it with 2016).

What WTF isn’t: “Pro-politician,” Pincus said. “So we’d like to see either political outsiders or politicians who are ready to put the people ahead of their career.”

And then we circle back to the “simple because it’s easy” route, where anyone can look at the current White House and go “jesus christ, I don’t have any experience but I can certainly do better than that!” Because politicians are an easy target (boy howdy do I know that) and it’s easy to find things in the political system that seem antiquated or archaic or overly coated in red-tape and you can sure bet that some of them are. But it’s the one we’ve got, and making another out of whole-cloth should terrify anyone who understands half of what that’d entail.

Time to come back to that idea I said to hang onto at the top of the page, “pro-social.” As I noted, there is not one mention of what are commonly referred to as “social issues” - LGBTQ rights, civil rights, women’s rights, all of which (if the names didn’t tip you off) tend to be about what the folks in power already have and minorities tend to not. There’s one mention of immigration policy, and that’s in the context of the Muslim travel ban being a catalyst for rounding up an email list of wealthy white liberal donors, and “affordable healthcare” is similarly piled into that one block quote from said email. And that’s frankly not surprising.

These two, and pretty much everyone else mentioned or sniffed at for this idea, is of that rich, white, male, and young demographic I talked about back in the beginning of this novella. So, no, it’s not surprising - it is still frustrating, and dangerous because it begets ideas like this:

Initially, Pincus had planned to solicit feedback at launch on recruiting a potential challenger to Democrats’ leader in the House, California Rep. Nancy Pelosi, in a primary election. That idea is on hold — for now — but Pincus and Hoffman are still trying to solicit candidates to run elsewhere as so-called “WTF Democrats.” For Pincus, one of his early targets: Stephan Jenkins from Third Eye Blind. The two have met in recent months, in fact.

At first, Pincus planned to pitch potential supporters on challenging Pelosi, an audacious move at a time when insurgent Democrats are wondering if her leadership in the House has given Republicans too much opportunity to go on the attack. Days before the launch of WTF, however, the Zynga leader opted against proposing such a plan. (Asked if he backed a fight to unseat Pelosi, Hoffman told me hours earlier he was “waiting to see,” but stressed that he’s “certainly not opposed to it.”)

Also on Pincus’s potential target list: California Sen. Dianne Feinstein, who he derided as a “career politician.” Feinstein also isn’t an introductory target for WTF, but Pincus said he’s already had conversations with folks like Jenkins, the frontman of Third Eye Blind, about someday challenging her.

Pelosi and Feinstein, two of the most powerful women in Congress, are the only listed targets this group has been public about so far. The only reason for doing so seems to be that they’re folks who have been in politics for decades and based in the San Francisco area. You could say it’s the “career politicians” thing (see: No Labels for an example of another centrist group that talks about experience in political arenas like leprosy) but that doesn’t really add up. There are Democratic leaders in Congress like Senator Chuck Schumer of New York (18 years in the Senate, another 18 in the House), Sen. Patrick Leahy of Vermont (42 years in the Senate), Steny Hoyer of Maryland (36 years in the House), or John Lewis (elected just months prior to Pelosi in 1987); all of which are senior to Pelosi and Feinstein, but with zero mention - and while you can make arguments that careerism has influenced any and all of the individuals I just listed along with Pelosi and Feinstein, only the latter two are singled out as public targets.

Yeah, you can probably guess the difference, but here it is: tech companies are shit when it comes to women in their midst. Tech culture (and venture capital and business in general and… ad infinitum) is notorious brutal to break into, and even more so for women who often deal with harassment, stagnant wages, lack of promotion, and hostile atmosphere. The most visibly toxic results of tech culture’s osmosis into society are, unfortunately, displayed often enough on Twitter and the White House (and sometimes at the nexus of the two), but it also manifests itself in ways that are, in the big picture, subtle or even benign in their appearance, but have the overall effect of leaving women on the outside of policy and power - and leading to bullshit like Viagra being covered by every fucking insurance plan in the known universe, but birth control being a coin toss (at best) prior to the ACA.

Ridding Congress of the deadwood is a popular drumbeat and has been more or less since there’s been a Congress to campaign about, and especially against. But kicking out people based solely on the fact that they’ve been there for a long time is a great way to ensure that the folks who make up the institutional memory of how to get things done and passed (see the current Republican Congress as to how important it is to have the folks who know how to make a deal and negotiate with the other party). And when it’s clear that you’re only thinking of doing that, at first blush, to the women in power, including arguably the most efficient and successful political operative the House has seen since Henry Clay?

Yeah, fuck that nonsense. I’ll ride with Nancy Pelosi and complexity any day over two rich bros who think they know just how to fix all our problems with one easy solution.

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