#i woke up freaked out and decided to torment soap with it to feel better

[s0fter-sin]

trans!soap taking his baby and running away from his rich abusive husband

(cw angst, financial abuse, single threat of child abuse, single mention of transphobia)

he's owned soap for years, since he was a teenager; paid for his medication and all his surgeries and tied them so deeply, soap’s lost hope of ever getting away. he gets even worse when soap falls pregnant. he was always controlling; blowing up at him if he spent too long out of the house or did something without telling him. but he becomes utterly possessive during the pregnancy

soap knows it has nothing to do with his safety or the baby's

he knows he sees his baby as an investment; another being he can control and hold over him

he gets worse and worse but there’s nothing soap can do. there's been nothing he can do for a long time. then a few months after the baby is born, soap doesn’t watch his tone closely enough and his husband threatens to drop his baby in punishment for it

soap doesn't think. he doesn't plan

he takes his baby and runs

he sneaks out of the servant's quarters of the sterile mansion he's been forced to live in for almost a decade and walks down the street without a backwards glance; his baby the only thing in his arms. he knows all of his husband's cars have trackers, all of them in his name since he never lets soap drive or go anywhere by himself, so he walks far enough to be out of view of the mansion's cameras and steals one. it doesn't have a car seat and all he can do is clutch his baby to his chest as he drives

he doesn't know where he's going beyond away

he doesn't know what he's going to do; he doesn't have any money, no supplies for his baby, he doesn't even have water for himself so he can reliably breastfeed him. he's terrified his husband will find them; he’s always felt omniscient, always everywhere and seeing everything he did. if he didn’t have eyes somewhere, he paid someone who did and they always dutifully reported back to him

soap just keeps his eyes forward. just keeps driving and driving, lost to the road and numb until the low gas light pops up on the dash and it all hits him at once

he turns into a gas station he can't pay for, in a car he stole, and parks behind it and his baby immediately starts getting fussy

he can't even call him by his name sometimes; too afraid to get attached, too afraid to lose him. as if he doesn’t love him more than life itself

even throughout his pregnancy, as happy as he was to finally have a baby, he didn't know if he could carry to term and that fear just let his husband dig his claws in even deeper; paying for extra scans he could never hope to pay for, favours on top of favours so he would aways owe him and isn’t he such a loving husband? taking soap in when his parents kicked him out for being trans, looking after him for all these years? you can’t even take care of yourself john, you’d still be a woman without me, john, what is this tantrum about john-

soap tugs his shirt up to let his baby feed, drops his head back and cries

he can't stop it; wails loud and uncontrolled, chest heaving with his sobs enough that it sways his baby, occasionally breaking his latch and he can't even do this right-

he can't save him

a light knock sounds on the window and soap flinches, curling over his baby to protect him from his huband's cruel hands

but it's not his husband outside the window

soap blinks tears from his eyes and looks at the large stranger standing beside the car. a neck gaiter covers his mouth and it should be off-putting… but something about him stops the feeling in its tracks. the stranger takes a half-step back and lifts a chilled and sealed water bottle, pressing it towards the window

soap quickly swipes his face clean and rolls down the window. "sorry 'bout that," he apologises with a choked laugh, the careful front he’s built over the years cracked and bleeding

the stranger gives a dismissive but somehow not diminishing shrug. "long day?" he asks

"could say that," he gives a shrug of his own and pats his baby's back as he makes a disgruntled noise, unconsciously swaying him

he politely keeps his gaze up on his face. "looks like you could use a break."

soap's breath hitches, anxiously darting his tongue out over his bottom lip. "could say that," he repeats uselessly and takes the water with a quiet “thanks,”; his throat dry and screaming for it after crying so hard

the stranger hums, watching him down the bottle and soap doesn’t notice his eyes drifting to the backseat and footwell of the passenger side. doesn’t notice the slight tension in his fists at what he sees. "how long you been runnin', lad?"

soap freezes, the water settling in his stomach like a stone. he swallows thickly and the bottle falls from his lips

"not long enough."

the stranger just nods, looking idly back down the highway

"you know, this place is connected to a garage,” he starts, nodding back to a building attached to the station without taking his eyes off the road. “lotta people drift through 'ere on road trips; too many to keep track.”

soap frowns slightly, shifting his hold on his baby

“funny thing is, plenty of 'em just abandon their car when they break down. like yours,” he adds and finally turns back to him with a pointed look. “got a whole junkyard of 'em. just rustin' away. be pretty easy to convince me to trade ya one."

soap’s mouth parts in a gasp as he realises just what the stranger’s saying. "how easy?" he whispers

he shrugs and even with his face hidden beneath the gaiter, he doesn’t feel afraid. "i'd say this car'd be a good deal. would blend right in with the rest of ‘em; no one’d ever notice it. what say i take it off your hands?"

soap's breath shudders out of him, his whole body going limp with relief. his baby's eyes fall shut with a satisfied hum and for the first time he can remember, he feels the gentle touch of hope

"i think we can work something out."

🧼💀

ghost owns the service station soap pulled into. he wanted something quiet and isolated after he retired and you can’t get much quieter than a backwoods servo surrounded by forest. he hasn’t had anyone pull in in days so he’s quick to notice soap’s car. he’s also quick to notice soap's subsequent breakdown in one of the cameras. the sight of him crying, desperately clutching a baby like they’re all he has left in the world, is so familiar he felt sick with it

he knows someone running when he sees it

if he didn't check on him, if this lad disappeared one day and the baby along with him, he'd never forgive himself. the lad doesn't even have a baby bag or car seat with him, and the personalised sticker on the back window of a lady and a dog is a dead giveaway that the car is stolen

but the lad is terrified. and when he startled him, he didn't turn. didn’t lift his arms to protect himself. no

he covered his baby

like he was afraid he'd be hurt

that's enough for ghost

🧼💀

i'd wanna set this in the 80's or 90's, just to make it even harder for soap to get away from his husband. he's a trans man with a newborn; he has no one to run to and no resources to help him. his husband's bought and paid for everything for him since he was 17; a few whirlwind weeks of unbelievable dates and extravagant gifts and he was living in his mansion, getting married the day after his 18th birthday. he thought it was love. thought he was being looked after and cared for the way he’s always wanted

he was in pain and alone and naive enough to believe the first person who came along and promised to make it better. nothing's in his name, not his insurance or his meds, he doesn’t have a bank account or savings; other than a birth certificate, nothing even ties him to his baby. his husband could take his world away from him with a snap of his fingers and he made sure soap always knew it

he never had a chance of getting away

but ghost is ex-military

he doesn’t know the lad’s story, doesn’t know the details of what he’s running from. he doesn’t need to know

he decided he was helping him the second he pulled into his service station

[yamithediaperdork]

Little beast (New beast boy graphic novel verse)

Garfield Logan groaned as he woke up. it was a stupid bright sunny morning, which was a OK thing on the weekend, but it just rammed in the fact for the teen that he was going to be wasting anther day at high school while the world was clearly telling me to come out and enjoy it. Still, there's wasn't anything the shorty could do about it so trying to shake off the grumpiness he sat up in his bed and rubbed the sleepiness out of them before hauling himself up and hanging onto the edges of the crib bars that surrounded his 'bed'. Like most boys his age Logan had stopped wearing PJ's to bed and instead wore just a white t-top and his undies. However unlike most boys in his age group his underwear of choice wasn't boxers or briefs, it was a thick bulky diaper with a nursery print on it, that pushed his legs apart and drooped badly as he yawned and looked over to the baby monitor. "I'm awake, and I need a change." He called out, running a hand though his hair and hoping that it would be Tank who came and got him, not Mike.

Ever since that day he'd gone and eaten that super hot pepper, Gar who had been aiming for the nick name of Beast boy, had ended up crapping his pants and just couldn't seem to stop. he had the nick name of Beast baby now, though if his classmates only knew how true that was they'd of been shocked (or laughing their butts off) As far as anyone at school knew Gar was back out of diapers after a week of being a smelly little guy, but in truth not only was he still into the 24/7, his Boyfriend had decided to go all out and make him a big baby. That meant thick massive diapers at home, cribs and playpen, and of course lots and lots of baby bottles. Gar hadn't been thrilled about it at first but since it was pointed out the apartment him and Tank shared was in tank's name and tanks parents were paying for it, his only choice was to do as 'daddy' said, or move back home. Still that hadn't made the next step in their relationship any easier, with tank deciding that since beast boy was just his widdle guy, he couldn't get/take the savage poundings tank used to give his little boy toys back door anymore and had gone and hooked up with one of Gar's old bullies Mike. To say Mike found Gar's permanent babyhood amusing was a understatement, though Gar tried his best to make sure most of his smelly diaper changes were handled by his new 'daddy' as revenge, something Mike hated to do.

Cuddling in their sleep in the master bedroom down the hall, Mike and Tank groaned as Gar's voice came over the baby monitor. gar might of been hella cute and adorable, and most of the time Tank loved looking after his little guy, but that didn't make changing a shitty diaper before your first cup of coffee in the morning any easier. "It's your turn." Both of the bigger and stronger boys said in unison, and then both laughed. "No way. I changed him before bed last night after you had the brilliant idea to make tacos for supper." Mike said, rolling over and looking tank in the eyes. "and I handled changing his diaper in the middle of the night when he almost had a blow out. so it's YOUR turn." Tank said and broke into a big grin. "..Your the one that made him a big baby! so clearly-" "Mike?" "yeah?" "If you ever want anymore of my amazing dick, go and change the baby. and remind him it's a staff holiday today." Tank said and rolled over, smirking as mike pouty. "..Your fucking lucky your dick is amazing." Mike finally grumbled, sliding out of bed in only his boxers. "mmmmhmm.. and if gar wants to say up, you can keep a eye on him." Tank called. "...you better be fucking me stupid later." Mike huffed and stormed out of the room. "heh..like that was ever in doubt."

Mike tried to prepare himself mentally as he walked to the nursery. gar was pretty cute most of the time and the power rush that came from making a 18 year old high school senior into a big baby really made the fact he was cucking gar even better but..well. there was just no two away around it, the big baby was freaking toxic.Mike who had done a internship at a dumpster for a class project, and well shared a locker room with a bunch of other sweaty smelly boys, still rated Gar's shitty diapers as hands down the worse thing he had ever smelled and briefly toyed with the idea of just going in long enough to turn off the baby monitor and come back to bed. then memories of the last time he'd let gar get a diaper rash came back and Mike subconsciously rubbed his butt.  the little brat had even gotten to watch while tank gave him the spanking of a life time and put Mike on time out in the corner, though thankfully gar's idea of diapering Mike too had gone unheeded. Not wanting to push his luck and end up sharing a crib with gar, Mike savored the clean air outside of the nursery then opened the door and started to walk in.

Gar pouted a little as stupid Mike came in, but then gave a impish grin as the bigger boys eyes started to water almost right away. "Oh my god!" Mike cried out, a hand covering his nose and Gar giggled in delight. "Pffft light weight, I smelled wayyy worse when daddy changed me." he teased and then since it was gonna be Mike changing him, he patted his butt a few times then waved a hand by it. this would make the smell worse, and send it towards him, while almost making clean up just that little bit harder on poor mike. Now, with most people who changed gar (well OK, it was Tank, mike, his parents and some one shot baby sitters) Garfield tried to be good as gold and not make the clean up take any longer then it needed. But when it came to Mike who was you know, fucking his boyfriend, gar had decided a stinky diaper torture tax was needed. "I swear to god, I'm gonna start putting a plug in your ass at night." Mike groaned, almost gagging then making his way over to the crib. "mmmhmmm. and then when I unleash a massive build up super poopie that you then have to change, that will be better how? Plusssss you heard daddy, I'm too sweet and pure for stuff stuck up mah butt!" Gar giggled. "Sweet and pure my ASS!" Mike groaned. getting the side of the crib down, Mike waited for beast boy to get down on his own, something he would of normally done buttt since he was feeling a little bratty today he held his arms out instead for uppies. "what are you..oh of course." mike groaned, picking gar up under his arm pits and holding him out from his as much as he could and wincing. "Hehehehe Come on 'daddy'..we hafa hurry this up so we can get to school." the 18 year old giggled. "Ugh.. it's a staff day doofus, remember? Let's just get this over with so i can put you back to bed." "oh yeah! I forgot about that...Awesome possum! that means we can go out to the park and play!" Gar said getting excited and stuck his touge out as mike plopped him on his squishy rear onto the changing table. "And two things: I don't wanna go back to bed, I wanna go and play...and you know you just made this diaper change even harder on yourself right?" Gar asked and giggled. "...Damn it!"

With the dirty deed done, Mike triple diapered Gar in a attempt to make the little diaper dork wanna stay inside for at least awhile as he didn't have the energy to get him ready for the park. Gar of course wasn't to happy but Tank had made it clear to him that his opinion how how thick or how many of his diapers he had put on him didn't matter unless he wanted to start wiping his own poopie butt. Since Gar wasn't the biggest fan in the world on his dirty diapers anyways aside from using them to torment Mike, he conceded the point but still found himself waddling like a toddler learning to walk as Mike lead the way to the breakfast table. (with gar being such a messy eater since babies didn't really get a fork or spoon and he had to use his hands, Tank and Mike had taken to putting him in just his diapers while he ate.) Getting Gar in his light green high chair (which they had made in wood shop as a joke, or so they'd told everyone) Mike went and got a bowl of cheerios for Gar with some apple slices for him to munch on, and a big baby bottle filled with a mix of baby formula and pablum in it to help keep the little guy full. unsurprisingly, Gar who tended to get bored during breakfast since tank had a no TV at the table rule ended up making a bit of a mess when he tried to see if he could make applesauce by crushing the apple apples in his hands. "you know, for someone who says he could be a big boy.." mike teased while using a wash cloth on Gar's hands, face and chest. "I'm high maintenance and demand to be amused!" Gar giggled and blew a raspberry. "You know, when you don't smell like shit you're a cutie." Mike chuckled. "witch please, I'm ALWAYS cute!" the smaller boy said knowing while Mike didn't care of he swore or not, one never knew when tank would just pop up and then gar would be blowing soap bubble for a hour.

After getting gar cleaned up and a quick diaper check (Gar of course knew when he went, most of the time, but had been told not to say anything unless he started to get itchy so Mike and Tank could be like proper daddies and give him bum checks) Mike tugged on a green with purple trim on the sleeves, bottom and neck barney t-shirt on Gar and then added a pair of striped green and purple socks before taking him to the living room, and mostly picked that outfit because he knew how over barney Gar was. "Gahhh, How many times do I have to tell you and tank? Paw patrol is where it's at these days! it's like you trying to make me a laughing stock on the play ground!" Gar huffed. "..right because the fact you in diapers and the like means your Mr. cool." Mike said deadpan. "Well..uh..with the little kids i hang out with..they think I'm super cool and stuff so.." gar said, blushing badly and squirming. "or they did till they told me how lame barney is!" "mmmhmm..well when you outgrow all of your barney stuff or come up with the money to cover replacing all of it. then you can choose. it's not me o r Mike's fault you begged and whined for a barney themed birthday party and got all this stuff." "..Your such a butt hole sometimes!" Gar huffed and stomped away as best he could in his massive diapers, turning on the tv and putting it on the preschool channel. "and how will I ever recover from such a savage verbal beat down." Mike chuckled softly, grabbing his tablet and plopping on the couch, bringing up YouTube. "Move back from the TV some diaper boy, or your gonna need coke bottle glasses." Gar turned around and blew a raspberry at Mike, but as he did a muffled fart came out of his bottom and he blushed badly again. "heh, awww, in stereo!" Mike teased.

Tank only slept in for anther hour or so, and when he walked out, dressed he shook his head a little and smirked as Mike had apparently gone back to sleep on the couch. Gar and Mike, who he knew didn't exactly always get along, must of had a anther semi little fight because as tank looked on, semi hidden by a corner and with gar more giggling and smirking, the little guy had gone over and had his diaper butt a inch at most away from Mike's face and was staining to fart or mess himself. "hehehehe I'll show you who's cool!" Gar said softly, a impish grin on his face when he wasn't staining. "Garfield  Mark Logan, would you like to explain what your doing?" Tank asked, his voice loud enough to make Gar jump and while not intended, wake up Mike who went to sit up. and went face first into gar's diaper butt, knocking the big baby off balance and sending Mike back onto the couch, and gar who was struggling to keep from falling fell backward, butt on Mike's face as he let out a muffled but loud fear poot "D-Daddy! I uh..er.." gar stammered and gulped. "-sigh- Sweetie get off of mike's face and come over here, i think we need to have anther little talk about manners."

one shower for mike later (and several tooth brushing as he claimed he could still taste gar's funk in his mouth)  Mike came out to find Gar sitting in his high chair, and writing out lines on a piece of paper with a crayon. "heh, soo actually punishing him for a change i see." Mike said, smirking. "Actually from what i understand, you were a bit of a butt yourself this morning." Tank said. "...I changed his shitty diaper and got him semi dressed!" "and teased him about the barney stuff when I know he had paw patrol stuff clean. admit it, you were trying to rile him up." Tank said, arms folded. "Noooo I uh just..well see.." mike huffed and suddenly got a little worried for the safety of his buns. Leading Mike over, with Mike now in a pair of jeans and a beater, he was sat down at the table too, and gar looked up and giggled, then went back to work. Looking over Mike saw that gar was writing out 'I will not try and fart on peoples faces' then noticed there was a pencil and a sheet of paper for him too. "..you gotta be joking." "Spanking you two isn't getting us anywhere, so i figured I'd try lines. but if you rather go over my knee.." Tank said, trailing off and smiling. "Soooo what am i writing?" "I will stop being a bully unless I wanna end up in diapers. 100 times." Tank said and gar giggled lots. "..How many lines does he have to do!" Mike huffed, but started to write. "20! and I'm done daddy! see!" Gar said, and held up his paper. "Oh that's bullsh-" Mike started and cut himself off as tank gave him a look. "..Dookie. bull dookie." he finished weakly. "gar's just a little boy, your suppose to be a daddy and should know better. " tank said, helping gar out of his high chair. "Now you better hurry up and finish that fast if you wanna come to the park with us. otherwise you can stay here and clean the apartment." Tank said, setting gar on his hip. "You know your totally playing favorites right now." Mike huffed, but wrote faster. "mmmhmm, just remember which one of you gets dick, and which one of you gets to hump a stuffie once a month and ask yourself if you wanna be in Gar's shoes right now." Tank said and winked as gar went from giggling and smirking to blushing and pouting.

in the end Mike ended up having to stay behind, as while he did manage to get all of his lines written by the time Gar was changed into just one diaper, a light black diaper shirt, and blue denim coveralls with a paw patrol logo on the front pocket, he'd misspelled some words and honestly tank was sure he'd just tried to scribble the last ten lines. as such with gar watching in clear delight Mike had been stripped, spanked on his buns 20 times which had left the jock on the verge of tears, and the best part, had been put in one of beast boy bulky over night diapers. "Now get your butt back to that chair, and i want 300 lines, nice and neat, spelled right, and then you can go for a nap." Tank said. "But..but..I'm a daddy!" Mike whimpered and whined.and stomped a foot not realizing how it made him look. "Not today! today yer my baby brother!" Gar giggled and chuckled. "be thankful I'm trusting you to stay home alone and not taking you to the park..because we don't have any pants in your size that would fit over your diaper." Tank said. "TANK! you wouldn't!" Mike yelped and squirmed lots. Interestingly Tank noticed that Mike was semi tenting his diaper. "I would and you know it. and don't get any silly ideas about using the potty. I locked the door. and I marked your diaper so I'll know if you remove it." Tank said. helping gar get his sneakers on the smaller boy made sure daddy wasn't looking and stuck his touge out at mike who returned the gesture, only for Tank to look up from doing up the laces. "what are you doing?"  Tank asked. "I uh.." "he was sticking his touge out at you daddy! I wasn't gonna say anything cuz i know you hate tattle tales." Gar said quickly. "Tank, is that true?" "No! I uh.." Mike paused, he knew if he said gar started it there was no way tank would believe him. "I still have fart funk on my touge and trying to get it off." he finished lamely. "...heh. Ok. well in that case." Tank reached into gar's diaper bag, and tugged out a bottle of orange juice and handed it to Mike. "Drink up little guy. I expect that allll gone when i get back." "O-Oh but I uh..w-wouldn't dream of taking Gar's drink s-so I'll j-" Mike started but it was gar who cut him off. "no no no, i insist! it's my fault you got a icky taste in your mouth. I'm more then willing to share." The little imp said, grinning ear to ear. "aww! isn't that sweet? what do you say Mikey?" Tank asked, and again a look down confirmed that while Mike looked humiliated and ready to hit someone, he was fully tenting his diaper now. "...Thank you Garfield." "your welcome." "heh, I might have to keep you both in diapers more often, I think that's the nicest you've been to each other in awhile." Tank teased, opening the door. "oh and Mikey, one last thing while we're gone." "What?" the mortified and oddly horny boy asked. "Don't jerk off in your huggies or I WILL put you back in them for a month." Tank said, and then just smirked as Mikey started to jerk around in his seat. "guess I'm stopping off by the drug store on the way home." he said and left with gar, leaving poor mike to finish his hands free orgasm in his thick diaper.

As they walked down the hall towards the stairs, Garfield was oddly quiet and looked thoughtful. "penny for your thoughts little guy." Tank said, the diaper bag over one shoulder and getting gar set on his hip as they took the stairs. "Ummm.. if Mikey was my new daddy, and i was the baby, but now he's a baby, does that mean I'm back to being a big boy?" he asked. "heh, think about what we're going out and doing, and how your dressed." Tank said. "Now think about your question again and tell me what you think." "...ok fair enough." gar said and nodded, but still looked thoughtful. "now what's on your mind?" "Does this mean we have to go and find ANTHER new daddy? orrr do you think Mike will go back to being a big boy?" "well, considering how that bottle we gave him was your happy pee pee one, I was gonna make you get wood at the playground, and I'm gonna keep him in diapers for a month for every time he cums.. I'm gonna say chances are we need to go daddy shopping." Tank chuckled. "hehehehe my daddy is so evil! and i wuv it!" Gar coo'ed and nuzzled into tank.

sitting at the table, on the verge of tears, Mikey sucked on the joke cockfier he'd gotten Garfield a few weeks early. he'd taken a few big month fulls of the baby bottle after cumming his brains out, and was thinking about how stupid and mean it was tank was gonna make him be a dumb big baby. Just thinking about how horrible it was gonna be to have to wear and use diapers all the time, and how he was likely gonna be in a high chair too, it was just so humiliating to think about! but as he suckled on the paci, his cock was tenting his diapers again and he found himself looking over at Garfield's high chair more and more. 'don't do it, you know it locks from the back and you'll be STUCK in it!' he thought to himself, drool going down his chin. reaching down and massaging his cock though his slightly soggy from a load already pamper, common sense went bye bye. taking his ba-ba and a stack of papers and some crayons over with him so he could make his new daddy a bunch of pretty pictures, Mike took a seat and locked himself in, the click of the lock making him spurt again, hands free. 'I hope tank never let's me be a man again!' the poor ex daddy thought, and dehydrated, took anther mouthful of his extera large ba-ba.

The end