Tiny little Tasha 20

Oh the plot twists! :D Also more little Tony (And mentions of wetting), Mommy Pepper, and Tasha being a stubborn Russian toddler. Weeeeeeeeee! xD

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Chapter 20:

"Unca Tor?" A tiny voice squeaked out. Bruce separated his lips from Thor's, glancing over the Asgardian's shoulder. There, in the doorway to the lab, was a tiny little girl, who looked even younger than Tasha.

"What the...?"

"I apologize, Lady Darcy.... requires our help as well," Thor said softly.

"No, No it's okay. Um, is she.... how old is she?" Bruce asked.

"Lady Jane said she was just a babe, barely fifteen-months old," Thor said mournfully. Bruce's eyes widened.

"May I...?" He asked. Thor set him down and he approached the infant. She looked Just as Thor had described, but.... smaller. She had more hair, if that was possible, all dark and in ringlets, framing her face. She was absolutely the cutest thing he had ever seen. "Hey little one," He cooed. "Can I pick you up?" She raised her arms in the air as way of an answer, and Bruce was only too happy. She was light, too. Had she been eating? "JARVIS, Get the gang together? I think they're going to want to see this." The little girl smiled up at him, babbling as only an infant could. Bruce smiled down at her, and it was as if nothing had ever changed. That he had settled down, married Betty, and this... this was their little girl.

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"But I don't WANT to go downstairs!" Tasha screamed at Clint, hiding behind the pillow fort she and Tony had created. Tony really wasn't much better, but then again he was desperately trying to yank himself up out of his head-space for the second time that day. Or was it the third? Either way, Pepper was on her way up to deal with him, thank God. Which left Clint with a very stubborn Russian toddler. Seems that bullheadedness was innate.

"Tasha, you don't have a choice. Everyone needs to talk and I think some new friends are here," Clint said tiredly.

"Don't WANT to!" She shouted again, as if it hadn't been obvious before. "New people are bad! They're gonna hurt me! Everyone ALWAYS hurts me!"

Clint rubbed his temples. Seriously, how was THAT her life? How was this now his? She didn't deserve this, she was just a girl. "How about we make a deal squirt?" He offered. "I promise you, until you feel safe, I won't leave you alone? And Mommy either, for that matter. We're all gonna be there, you know."

Natasha looked at him dubiously, seeming to weigh the offer. "Promise?" She asked.

"Yup, pinky promise," Clint answered, holding out his little finger. Natasha grew wide-eyed and took it with her own. Clint beamed. "Now then, let's-"

Pepper walked in to the nursery, and her jaw dropped. "Mommy!" Tasha squealed, running and attack-hugging her legs. That seemed to get her attention, because she reached down to scoop the girl up.

"Hey angel," Pepper said with a smile. "How was your day?"

"Good. Me and bubby had lots of fun! We played cars and drew on the walls, and-"

"Whoa whoa whoa, you did what?" Pepper asked firmly.

"Ummm....." Tasha squirmed, trying to wiggle out of her mommy's grasp.

"Come on Pep, lighten up," Clint said lightheartedly. "Look, we did okay, I'll tell you more about it later. Right now you're little boy needs you." THAT was what got Pepper to hand the toddler over, before crouching down in front of Tony. As soon as they were gone, she smiled at him.

"Hey Tony," She said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Tony looked up at her with big brown eyes. So innocent, so pure. "Hi Mommy," He said, in such a tiny voice.

"Hey. What did you do today?" She asked, pulling Tony to his feet as she stood up.

"I had some fun. Me and Tasha played with cars and Legos. But we was bad and we did draw on the wall, but I promise I'll help you clean it up and I'm sorry."

"It's alright angel, do you need changed?" Pepper asked. Tony blushed, which was as much of a yes as any. "Okay, now here's a very important question. Are you listening really good? I don't want you to not hear. That would make me sad."

"I'm listening Mommy! I promise!" Tony said eagerly, hopping up on to his changing table.

"Good boy. Now we have to go talk to the grown-ups. I have to come too, but Thor and Jane and Darcy will too. Do you want some protection, or do you want to be a big boy?"

Tony's face fell. "I... I can't get big Mommy. I've been trying, but... but-"

"Hey, it's okay sweetie," Pepper cooed. "Mommy will be right there, okay? Now come on, let's get you all cleaned up." Tony smiled at her. He loved his Mommy.

Tiny little Tasha 19

Again, more nursing. Also slight Tony feels, because I can. :P Also, PLOT TWISTS GALORE! :D Enjoy lovelies.

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Chapter 19:

Reed was casually strolling past his bedroom and glanced in on his wife. But after said glance, he quickly backpedaled. Had he really seen...? Yep. Huh.

"Be quiet, I finally got him to sleep," Sue whispered. Reed quietly entered, joining her on the bed.

"How are you doing with all of this?" He asked her, stroking Johnny's head.

"I mean.... it's a little weird," She admitted, unlatching her brother from her breast. "He... He used to be so defiant and headstrong and unwilling to let me help him with anything. Now he can't do anything by himself, and.... And it's kind of terrifying Reed," She said, tears in her eyes.

He placed a hand on her cheek, gently wiping a tear that had slipped down her cheek with his thumb. "I'm working on an antidote as fast as I can," He promised. "I know how hard this is on the both of you."

"That's not the scariest part though. Momma.... We were both bottle fed Reed," Sue sniffled. "This isn't him. This is someone else inserting their perversion onto him. And.... and what happens if the baby decides to come before you can fix this?"

"We'll make it work," Reed promised with a kiss. "We always do."

MEANWHILE, ACROSS TOWN.....

Tony opened his eyes slowly with a huge yawn. He wiggled a little, forgetting that everyone had fallen asleep in the nursery. Wait, if he was in the nursery then why...? He sat up, frowning at the sight of Natasha in the crib. That was HIS crib! He pouted around his paci- wait, where did that come from? He hadn't fallen asleep with it like normal.

He stood on wobbly legs and tried to stomp over to the crib. What he forgot was that Clint had been the one to tuck them both in for naptime. The archer was up and out of the rocking chair before Tony could even blink.

"Hey little guy," He cooed gently.

Tony whimpered, stumbling back, trying to preserve what little shred of dignity he still had. "Y-you don't have to pretend Barton," He stammered around the pacifier, trying desperately to yank himself out of his headspace. "I-I know I'm a freak. Y-you don't hafta humor me."

"Hey now, there's no need for self-degrading," Clint said, trying to get more on Tony's level. "It's... It's okay Tony. I don't one hundred percent get it, but I don't have to. It helps you, and whatever you get out of it, so does Tasha. And apparently the guy who did this to her also gets something from it, so... ya know. I just have one question."

".....Okay," Tony said shyly, wiggling in his diaper. He knew he needed a change, and fast if he didn't want a rash, but there was no way in hell he was asking Clint.

".....Is this... ya know.... it's not a sex thing is it?" Clint asked, his cheeks going a little pink as he said the words.

Tony giggled softly. "Good God no. Well, I say that. For some people it CAN be. But for me it's just.... getting the one thing I never had. It.... it helps. Pepper and Tasha.... They're good Mommies. They know that they can't ever... I mean Nat doesn't.... It gives us all something."

Clint nodded. "I don't suppose you need a change?" He said. Tony blushed.

"Shut up."

"I'm serious, Phil had me change Tasha before. You can't be much harder. Plus you don't squirm as much as she does."

Another giggle escaped Tony. "Wanna bet?"

MEANWHILE....

Bruce was quietly working in the lab. He had received word from Dr. Foster that Thor would be crashing down in NYC today, seeing as he had spent the night with her. He couldn't wait to see his partner, and as such was finding it hard to keep himself distracted.

"Dr. Banner, might I suggest a trip upstairs? You seem agitated," JARVIS suggested.

"I always am waiting for him," Bruce sighed.

"Then wait no more," Thor said softly, standing in the doorway. Bruce's head jolted up, and suddenly it was as if nothing else was there. Nothing else mattered as the two collided, wrapping arms around each other. "I am most glad to see you."

"Mmmm, me too," Bruce hummed, reaching up on his tiptoes to try and kiss Thor. The Demigod was easily amused by this, wholeheartedly easing him up into his arms so as to better kiss him. When their lips finally crashed together, it was as easy as breathing for the both of them.

Tongues had only just started to become reaquianted when a tiny voice from the door squeaked out, "Unca Tor?"

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Okay, seeing as I have made some headway in figuring my life out for this semester, I thought I should let y'all know about a few things. 1: Updates will be every Saturday as long as I have an update on something. That leads me to 2: I am finding myself with very little time to write. I make it where I can, but at the moment most of it is in my fanfic notebook. So bear with me. Finally, 3: If you want regular life updates, well... :P This blog is meant to be anon. I guess come find me on twitter? @Minionluv23 (Be warned, I am pretty out and proud there. You have been warned....). Also feel free to tweet me some requests if you feel like it. :) Or check me out on AO3 If you feel like it. I tend to post more frequently there. That's about all I got. See you lovelies next week! 

Tiny little Tasha 18

I AM ALIVE DO NOT WORRY! School and life has just been happening. Anyways, I wanted to add this, mostly because... well, that's too many spoilers. :P But there is some nursing in this chapter, and there may be lactation (Sue is expecting after all). If that's a problem for anyone, just don't read past the set of stars. :) Otherwise enjoy!

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Chapter 18:

Tony stared awkwardly at the pull-up he had pulled out of the dresser Pepper had made sure was in there. He knew if he was going to even lay down with Clint and Natasha, he would need the protection. But at the same time, he was really, REALLY scared.

"Need help?" Phil asked from the door. Tony simply shrugged. "I know what you're thinking," He added.

"And what's that?" He said, trying to yank himself out of his headspace.

"That Clint is going to blow his top, or laugh, or shun you," Phil said. "Lay down."

Tony obliged. It wouldn't be the first or the last time, probably, because the palladium poisoning had sent Pepper AND Nat away, leaving him to fend for himself. Needless to say, it didn't exactly work. "He will. Everyone does. I'm just a stupid-"

"Stop right there," Phil said firmly. "He's your teammate, and above all else, your friend Tony. And Tasha likes you. He's willing to do whatever it takes to keep that little girl happy."

Tony whimpered. "He's really not gonna care if I'm.... little?"

"Given the circumstance, I think he'd find it enjoyable. You're actually older than her I think," Phil said with a smile, finishing the change. "Do you want to stay in your big clothes or change?"

".....Jammies?" Tony asked. It was his tower after all. In the end, he ended up in a onesie with Captain America's shield on the chest. He made his way to the common area, where Tasha was eating PB and J without crusts. There was a plate waiting next to her, cut into.... triangles?

"How did-"

"JARVIS told me," Clint said with a smile. "Do you want milk or juice?"

"....Apple juice," Tony said softly, sitting next to Tasha. She was currently sitting on three phone books, swinging her legs happily as she chewed her sandwich, which was cut into four little squares.

"Why do you like triangles Bubby?" She asked.

"....My mommy used to cut them into triangles," He said. "She was the best."

Tasha nodded. "Daddy says Triangles are too pointy, and that someone named Nat always loved squares. He also says I have to drink all my milk so I grow up to be big and strong."

Tony giggled, and turned his attention back to his sandwich. Clint watched the two of them fondly. "They're so precious," He whispered to Phil, who was making them something barely more grown up: grilled cheese.

"He really is," Phil said earnestly. "He has such a hard time letting anyone see him like that."

"I can only imagine," Clint mumbled. "Did you know?"

".....I figured it out when Obidiah was still around," Phil said. Tony cringed and whimpered at the mere mention of his name.

"Uncle Phil why did you mention the scary guy?" Tony whimpered, tears already forming.

Phil was by his side in an instant. "Shh, sweetheart it's okay. He won't ever hurt you again. We've talked about this, remember?" Tony sniffled, and Tasha crawled onto his lap, hugging him tightly.

"It's okay Bubby. Uncle Phil will protect us from everything! He's good at that," She said. Clint's heart melted at the sight, and suddenly he was hugging Tony too.

"How about we all go cuddle and have some quiet time too?" Clint suggested. Tasha whined before yawning, and Tony just yawned period. Clint smirked, scooping his little girl up. "Do you need to go potty before we go lay down?"

"Nooooo!" Tasha whined, squirming to get out of his arms.

"Okay sweetie," Clint laughed. "Come on you two."

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Meanwhile, across town, Reed and Sue were trying to settle Johnny down for a nap too.

"I don't WANNA!" He shouted, stomping his foot and making a small singe in the carpet.

"Johnathan Storm this is not up for debate," Sue said firmly. "Come on, use your words. WHY do you not want to take a nap?"

Johnny squirmed, and scurried up to his sister. "It's a secret," He mumbled. Sue sighed, getting down on her knees- which was quite hard to do with the beach ball that had grown to be her stomach- so her little brother could whisper in her ear. "....wanna nurse."

Sue's eyes widened. She had still been debating between bursing the new baby or bottle feeding. Either way she was lactating and... well, it was weird on any level. "Are you sure Johnny?" She asked.

The boy nodded shyly, looking down. Sue sighed, taking him to her room. If this is what he needed, who was she to deny it?

Eric, Tris, and a jail cell (Divergent fic)

This blog is not dead! I promise! I've just had literally no time to spend on it because school/work/life. :/ Anyways, this is a request I had taken quite a while back. APPLICABLE WARNINGS: Wetting, desperation, mild kink-shaming. :P Enjoy my lovely little weirdos. :)

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Eric was disgusted with his failure. He was even more disgusted with the fact that J had promised a fail-proof plan. But then those God damn divergent a had to go in and fuck that up. He cringed and jammed his hands into his crotch and squirms to try and control himself.

Oh yeah, and the fact that he had to piss like a racehorse didn't help anything either. Seriously, he's a notorious villan and the whole booking/processing thing couldn't move any faster?! He lets out a sigh. Well, might as well get comfy. He leans against the wall (he was smart enough to take the chair in the corner) and pulls his knees up to his chest so no one can see him holding himself like a two-year-old. Finally, after what he thinks is forever, and on the verge of losing it,Tris comes in.

"Let's go douchepants, I'm gonna be escorting you to your lovely cell," she explains. (AN: yes I was totally referencing TFIOS there. :P) He nods, slowly moving and standing. It's next to impossible to move his hands from his crotch, and he loses a few spurts in the process.

"C-could you maybe handcuff me in the front?" He begs, blushing Scarlet.

Tris blinks, surprised at him actually being brazen enough to make a request, but when she looks down a little she sees the beginnings of his accident. She nods silently, moving to do so. She was still abnegation somewhere in her.

He whimpers, trying to get his hands into his crotch. He just has to make it to his cell, right?

"Your trial is tomorrow," Tris explains. "Your meals will be brought to you and-"

His body cried surrender in the middle of that. How many hours had he been waiting? Six? EIGHT? His cheeks flushed red and he whimpered, his triple-pierced lip quivering before he bit it. As if he hadn't been humiliated enough, now even his own body had turned against him. It spewed and hissed as his bladder emptied, little trails running down his legs while a large stream soaked his jeans and socks, leaving his shoes squeaky and squishy, the puddle quickly expanding out from him.

As he finished, he looked down and groaned at the huge mess underneath him. He also noticed Tris had stopped pushing him and stopped talking as well. He looked up at the girl, who's nipples were pert through her shirt (she hadn't been wearing a bra he now realized). "Are you seriously that turned on by my misery?!" He snapped. 

Her senses came back to her and her cheeks turned slightly rosey. "N-no! Why the hell would I find it incredibly hot you just w-wet your pants like a... A... Oh fuck it Eric and get in the damn cell!" She snapped.  Eric shrugged and waltzed in. Tris slammed the gate shut and locked it. Eric then held out his hands for her to unlock the cuffs. He then noticed her hands were shaking.

"Hah, this is precious. The stiff has a secret kink!" He jabbed.

She glared up at him, pulling him close so that her cool breath brushed his skin. "I'll have you know that using the bathroom tends to be frowned upon in abnegation as it puts your body above other people's," she snapped. "So yes, holding was a thing. And yes some of us got turned on by it. And no, I am NOT one of them!" She took the cuffs off of him and headed back to Tobias. She may have lied. Dauntless had told her weird and sex was MORE than okay; it was ENCOURAGED. Which was why she and Tobias had bonded so well: they both loved omorashi. She giggled when she saw him dancing in place, hands buried in his crotch. "Want me to fix that?" She asked.

(AN: blehhhh I feel like I just copied yours, so if you don't like it that's okay, I've been playing a few other ideas too. Just lemme know what you think.)