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crissiebaby · 1 year

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Stepmother Knows Best, Pt. 2

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, humiliation, domination, crossdressing, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Anon

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“Soggy Sara! Soggy Sara!”

The cruel chant of a dozen small voices encircled the 10-year-old dressed in a fluffy party dress with a small, yellow puddle growing around her. She squeezed a large, pink teddy bear in her arms for whatever comfort she could get from it. It was her birthday and she had just reached double digits; a momentous achievement for any child. Sadly, her celebration of that accomplishment was dashed when at her birthday party, a little too much fun and a little too much fruit punch led to disastrous results.

Kneeling beneath an unbroken piñata, tears ran down Sara's chubby cheeks as she waited for her mom to rush over and rescue her from this mortifying scene. All the while, the kids who she’d once seen as her closest friends continued to pile humiliation onto her, especially Ryan, who at this time was also only ten. He and Sara had been best friends since the two of them could crawl, and yet, despite their closeness, he still took the opportunity to laugh along with the rest.

Looking around at every kid pointing and laughing at her, Sara began taking a mental revenge list. And at the very top of that list was her dear friend, Ryan.

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*DING DONG!*

Now entering her 20s, Sara had almost completely forgotten about the horrible experience that her tenth birthday turned into. However, that didn’t mean such a traumatic event left her without any scars. Even if she couldn’t remember all the details, she couldn’t stand being made fun of or being laughed at for any reason, something Ryan had found out the hard way through years of continuous, yet sometimes strained friendship. If it wasn’t for the fact that her dad and Ryan’s dad were business partners, she would’ve ditched his lazy ass long before now. At least she wasn’t forced to make googly eyes at him, especially with how obvious it was that he was into her.

Dressed as if she was a mid-2000s punk rock girl who had just discovered Hot Topic, Sara was far removed from her ultra-girly roots. Gone were her days of striving to be a pageant queen, replaced by black clothes and way too much eye shadow. While the transition from fem to goth may have felt natural to Sara, anyone keeping track would’ve seen the dramatic shift in her desire to be feminine happen not long after that birthday party. Not that she ever felt the need to dress up to go to Ryan’s house.

After waiting for almost two minutes, Sara began to grow restless. “Let’s go, Ryan! You knew I was coming over,” she shouted, bringing her fist to the door and slamming it against the hardwood door.

*Click!*

“Heyhey! Sorry about-EEEP!” said Rachel, lurching back in shock as her face came within inches of meeting the business end of Sara’s fist.

Retracting her hand so soon as her fist swung through where the door should be only to see a milfy, middle-aged woman in its place, Sara leaped back after narrowly avoiding knocking the block off her best friend’s stepmom. “Oh, my Goddess! I’m so sorry, uh…Rachel, right?” she said, a bit exasperated.

Laughing off her near-death experience, Rachel nodded. “Yes, Rachel, yes. That’s…me,” she said, her mind still reeling from how close she came to being punched for the first time in her life. Gathering her thoughts as quickly as possible, she knew she needed to get Sara upstairs promptly, “Um…inside…you…ugh! Sorry! Would you like to come inside?”

Chuckingly under her breath at Rachel's word salad, Sara welcomed the arbitrary invitation and stepped inside. “Thanks and sorry again,” she said, making a B-line straight to the living room, discovering that the TV was turned off and Ryan was nowhere to be found, “Hey, where’s Ryan? We were supposed to watch the Chargers game together.”

Sashaying over to Sara in a forced-casual manner, Sara placed an arm around Sara’s shoulder, “Why don’t you join me upstairs for a sec? I’d be happy to show you what Ryan’s been up to.” Ushering Ryan’s lifelong friend upstairs, she placed both hands on Sara’s shoulder in a comforting way. “I will ask that you keep an open mind. Ryan’s going through something of a transformation right now and he needs all the support he can get.”

“Um…okay?” responded Sara, too confused by whatever Rachel and Ryan were doing to even question it. Her confusion only grew as she was led through the master bedroom to a closet door she’d never entered before. Though, as Rachel opened the door, her confusion instantly melted away, replaced by stunned amusement and a slack jaw.

“OW! G-Get off me!” shrieked Ryan, trying and failing to wiggle his head free from Deloris’s grasp. Unfortunately, his neck muscles were nowhere even close to strong enough to shake off an entire person.

With several lengthy extensions in hand that matched Ryan’s hair color almost too perfectly, Deloris continued to stick the strands of fake hair to her subject’s pretty little head. “Oh, pipe down! Girls have to do this stuff all the time,” said Deloris as she clipped another extension into place. Noticing the door opening in her peripheral vision, she looked up and smiled at Rachel and her guest, “Oh, good! You’re back! I went digging through my bags after you left and found a bunch of hair extensions that were too good not to use. You did say you wanted him to have a girlier hairstyle.”

Seeing Sara’s reflection in the mirror, Ryan’s thrashing efforts doubled. “N-NO!! Sara! Don’t look!” he screamed as he felt whatever small chance at a future relationship with his childhood bestie disappear like the sands of time. Having already been doted on enough by his stepmother, bringing his near-lifelong crush into this whole situation was like a wet dream but in reverse…a wet nightmare if you will.

Covering her mouth with her hands, Sara was at a loss for words. Even at the best of times, Ryan wasn’t the most masculine of guys. But even then, she never once pictured him gussied up with big hair and a slathering of make-up. “Wowie, Ryan. That’s uh…quite the look,” she said, struggling to restrain her laughter with every syllable.

“Please! Just make them stop!” begged Ryan, hoping that the arrival of his best friend would bring an end to Rachel and Deloris’s fun, even if it did come at the high cost of letting his crush see him in such a feminized state.

Before Sara could respond in any way, though, Rachel stepped in between them to put a kibosh to any hope of escaping. “Oh, give it up, Ryan. You’re amongst sisters now,” she said, placing her hands on each of Ryan’s shoulders and squeezing them together lovingly. She then turned back to Sara and waved her over, “Don’t let him fool you. He’d been begging me to do this for weeks. If you want proof, just look at the state of his pretty panties.

Rounding the chair to get a better look at Ryan’s full ensemble, Rachel nearly exploded when she saw the dripping tip of Ryan’s penis, which was swaddled in a very damp pair of silky lace panties. “I-I think I see what you mean,” she said, dropping to her knees before rolling over onto her back in hysterics. She wasn’t even aware of it at the time but a deep feeling of catharsis had taken a heavy weight off of her shoulders that she’d long forgotten was there.

“I-It’s not funny!” yelled Ryan, his protests causing the girls’ laughter to raise in volume and intensity. Frustrated beyond a reasonable point, he finally blew up, “FUCK ALL OF YOU! UNTIE ME RIGHT NOW OR I’LL-”

Grabbing both of Ryan’s cheeks with one forceful hand, Rachel was done with Ryan’s vulgar tongue. “You’ll what, Ryan? Run to daddy to tell him what your meanie stepmom did to you? We’ve already gone over how well that’ll go,” she said, reminding Ryan of what’s at stake should the girls decide to leave him tied up in this state. She allowed a wicked smile to curl across her lips as Ryan’s struggling ceased, “Good girl.” She released her grip on his jaw, giving him two light slaps on the cheek as she pulled her hand away.

Taking a knee behind Ryan’s chair, Deloris began untying Ryan’s restraints now that his hair and make-up were in place. “We’ll have to wait to style his hair until his dress is on,” she said, still in command of the technical aspects of Ryan’s sissification. With Ryan’s wrists and ankles fully released, she took him by the hand and forced him to stumble across the walk-in closet on shaky legs, “Come on, Ryan. It’s time to get ready for your big day.”

“B-Big day?” Ryan stuttered as he was moved from his seat at the vanity to an area of the closet with three floor-to-ceiling mirrors organized in a half-hexagon shape.

Bending down by Ryan’s feet, Rachel placed a pair of three-inch high heels on the floor and gently grabbed one of his ankles. “This is going to be a long process, so do your best to hang in there for us, okay? Normally, brides could take breaks when they need to, but you’re such a big, tough man that doing it all in one go shouldn’t be a problem.

BRIDE?! Ryan began to feel faint overhearing the word, “bride,” used on him so casually. They couldn’t do something as embarrassing as making him wear a wedding dress, right?! Tragically, it wasn’t long before that question was answered in the form of a massive, poofy ball of fabric being carried into the walk-in closet, followed by another, and another, until half the room was taken up by five white orbs, each one bigger than the last. He wanted to run, to hide, to fight, anything to get out of this. But between the high heels and the threat of his dad finding out, his feet may as well have been encased in cement.

“Arm’s up, girly,” said Sara, stepping in behind Ryan and pushing his arms up while Rachel and Deloris approached from the other side with one of the puff balls. Before he could even muster the strength to sneak in a final objection, he was sent hurling through a cloud of white fabric. It was only a few seconds but to Ryan, it felt like it took him a hundred years to reach the other side.

Clapping her hands together, Rachel quickly moved to Ryan’s side to allow him the chance to see himself fully. “This dress took me almost four months of labor to complete. Tell me, how does petticoat number one feel? Are all those girlish emotions hitting you yet? You couldn’t stop looking at me on my wedding day, so I assume this must be a dream come true for you,” she said, snickering as she and the other ladies admired the first step of Ryan’s wedding outfit.

Standing in place with the mirrors each reflecting a different angle of him, Ryan’s lip quivered as he caught sight of the massive petticoat that was hugging his lingerie-covered hips. He rotated in place slightly as he struggled to stay on his feet, watching with horror as the petticoat followed his every movement; its soft, heavy fabric swishing back and forth in a display of pure girliness.

As Ryan’s right ankle finally collapsed, he was sent falling to his side, only for Sara to catch him mid-descent. “Hey, now! Can’t have you slack off so soon! You’ve still got three more petticoats and the big dress to go!” she said, enjoying herself immensely as she watched the life drain from Ryan’s eyes.

For the next hour, Rachel, Deloris, and Sara worked in tandem to fix the rest of the fluffy petticoats to Ryan’s body, observing gleefully as the width of his wardrobe quickly ballooned to seven feet in all directions. By the time the final petticoat had been settled into place, he felt like his lower half had been plopped inside of a hollow cupcake.

“Almost done! Time for the big finale!” said Rachel as the girls lifted the outrageously heavy, pink satin wedding dress into the air before tossing it over Ryan like a massive, silky comforter. It took many minutes more to push Ryan’s head and arms through their respective slots before they could twist the fabric into place and smooth out the wrinkles, completing his wedding day attire. For Ryan’s part, it felt akin to being trapped in a washing machine as the swirling fabric assaulted his senses, leaving him very disoriented. By the time his head poked through the top, he was seeing double everything around him.

While the dreadful process of getting the over 20-pound dress over his already bulky outfit may have been, little solace was offered to Ryan’s masculine soul as he stared helplessly at his hyper-feminized reflection. Perhaps the most terrifying thing of all was that he almost couldn’t see himself behind the hair extensions, make-up, and poofy dress. From his perspective, all he saw was a dainty bride waiting for her moment to waltz down the aisle.

As a finishing touch, Deloris made sure to pin his hair up in a perfect bridal bun before placing a stunning, white veil on him to cap off his darling wedding ensemble. Meanwhile, Rachel went searching through the myriad of boxes she had stored in her closet until she came up for air with a bouquet of fake flowers in her hand to add to Ryan’s growing list of accessories. “Honestly, this may have been more fun than getting dressed for my own wedding!” she declared, earning another round of rapturous cackling from her cohorts. Taking Ryan by the hand, Rachel spun the poor boy around in a semi-circle, making sure to give him plenty of support since he didn’t have his sea legs with heels yet.

Rushing up behind the duo, Deloris was quick to grab the back of the wedding dress, holding it up so that it didn’t snag on the carpeted floor too much. “As part of the wedding day package, we’re gonna walk you through your wedding day,” said she as she and Rachel began escorting Ryan across the walk-in closet one step at a time, “Just try to imagine your future wedding day and you’ll find how easy it is to move in all this stuff.

For Ryan’s part, he did his best to keep up with his stepmother and her friend as they inched their way through the closet, stumbling several times thanks to the effect that plush carpet had on high heels. It didn’t help that he was forced to stare at Sara waiting for him at the opposite end of the room much like a groom waiting for his bride would. From the way the silky dress brushed against his arms as they swung to how the wealth of petticoats brushed against his buttery lingerie, it was all too much for him to handle. His face turned redder than a tomato as the damp, sticky panties began to stretch once again to accommodate his reemerging hard-on.

Feeling Ryan’s grip on her hand tighten and hearing a soft whimper under his breath, Rachel had a feeling that she knew exactly what was going on under all those puffy layers. As they neared the end of the walk-in closet, she reached into her pocket and pulled out the remote for the vibrating panties again, rubbing her thumb over the on-button deliciously. “Now Ryan, the biggest thing for a bride to maintain, under any circumstance, is her composure,” she said teasingly as she pressed her thumb down on the button with vigor.

*bzzzzzzzzzzzz!*

“EEEEEEEEP!” yelped Ryan, his knees instantly going weak as his cock was accosted with the pleasurable vibrations that only his lacey panties could provide. Zap off all his strength, he dropped to his knees, creating a mushroom cloud of silk as the dress poofed out around him. Between the buzzing panties and the swaths of satin he was trapped within, he hadn’t even fully settled to the floor before streaks of murky jizz shot from the tip of his cock, through his tight panties, and onto the innermost layer of petticoats.

“Well, so much for keeping a lid on your composure,” said Rachel, encouraging even more laughter at Ryan’s expense. She pushed her way through Ryan’s inflated dress to give him a motherly hug, “How many times has that been today? Two? Three? At this point, we may have to trade those panties of yours out for some pull-ups!”

Lightbulb!

Suddenly, Sara was struck with inspiration. “Hey, guys, I need to head out really quick and grab something. Is it alright if I come back in, say….45 minutes?” she asked with so much unfettered excitement that she was talking a mile a minute.

“Of course! Don’t worry, the fun’s not stopping anytime soon,” said Rachel, her devilish grin sending mixed signals of fear and arousal to Ryan’s fragile and horny male brain. She clicked off his panties, allowing him to relax, if only for a brief moment.

Still reeling from his latest orgasm, Ryan watched as his only hope of salvation disappeared, leaving him alone again with Deloris and Rachel. Not that Sara had been much help up to this point anyway. Viewing her as an option for salvation was mostly wishful thinking on his part.

Helping Ryan back to his feet, Rachel and Deloris guided him back to the center of the closet. They then took their time to posture him so that he could stand on his own two feet without falling down again. “Perfect!” said Deloris, slapping her hands together so loud that it caused Ryan and even Rachel to jump a little in surprise. Pulling out her phone, she quickly switched over to her camera, “You’re going to be a good girl and model for us while we take some lovely photos.”

“Ph-Photos?!” said Ryan, his heart rate accelerating over the prospect of his current appearance becoming immortalized in picture form. He looked at his stepmom, hoping she’d talk some sense into her friend. However, he should’ve known better than to expect empathy from either of them as he watched her pull out a cell phone as well. He wanted to object with all his being but he knew he needed to behave if they were going to help him take all this crap off before his dad got back, “Just p-promise me you won’t post them, okay?”

“We promise, Ryan. Now, go on and give us a smile. It’ll make you look ten times better,” said Rachel, her condescending tone giving Ryan very little hope that she was being honest. Still, it wasn’t like he had the option not to believe her. Gritting his teeth, he obeyed his stepmother’s request and forced a painful smile onto his face.

*SNAP! SNAP! SNAP!*

As soon as they got the arbitrary go-ahead, Rachel and Deloris showed zero restraint as they bombarded Ryan from all sides with snapshot after snapshot to make sure that every last inch of their blushing bride was captured, including crawling up under his dress from some more “candid” photos. Mercifully, after the ladies had their fill of bridal shots, they began to help Ryan out of his dress, giving him hope that he was near the light at the end of the tunnel. He sighed with relief as the petticoats were removed from him one at a time, letting up on the weight that had been pressing down on him. Sadly, what he thought was light turned out to be nothing but a mirage as the girls wheeled out another dress for Ryan to try on, trading out the ballgown wedding dress for a red, skin-tight evening dress.

“I hope you like it, Ryan! This was the dress I wore when I met your dad and it worked exactly how it was designed to. He couldn’t stop drooling over how hot I looked,” said Rachel as she and Delories forced the form-hugging dress over Ryan’s head and slid the stretchy material down his body.

It was all downhill from there as the girls ate up every dress Ryan tried on, gleefully snapping dozens of photos. From cutesy sundresses to leather jumpsuits, he was given a crash course in female attire. For a guy who’d only worn simple male fabrics, every new texture and textile that was placed on him felt like being force-fed the richest foods you’ve ever had in your life non-stop. Unable to process all the feminine feelings that were swarming around him, his body continued to react against his will, causing the panties around his waist to go taut with embarrassing stiffy after embarrassing stiffy and leaving a slime trail behind on the crotch of each outfit he tried on. All the while, he did his best to keep track of the time based on the conversations between Rachel and Deloris, deducing that he only had about an hour before his father came home. If they were going to live up to their promise, then he didn’t have much more torture to live through, allowing him to power through in spite of the neverending shame pageant he’d been made to endure.

“Hey, guys! Sorry, that took me way longer than I expected,” said Sara as she burst through the walk-in closet doors having a waltz right into the house without even knocking, “I’m so, so happy you guys are still at it. I was worried I might be too late.” She set two large tote bags down on the ground and let out an exasperated breath.

Leaving Ryan in the midst of getting changed out of a green, velvet cocktail dress, Rachel and Deloris rushed over to greet Sara, as well as find out what goodies she’d returned with during her outing. Left on his own for the first time since he’d entered the walk-in closet, he was afforded the time to scoff at his own reflection. Never, at any point in his life, did he stop to think about what it would be like to wear women’s clothing. And now that he’d been given a first-hand experience, he was happy the thought never crossed his mind. Why did girls demand the most luxuriously soft and silky fabrics if all of their outfits felt like their body was being mangled inside of them?

And then there was Ryan’s make-up and hair. Thanks to Deloris’s diligent work, his make-up remained perfect throughout each and every wardrobe change. Heck, he could be drenched in sweat in the middle of a torrential downpour and his foundation still wouldn’t run. Whatever crap these Hollywood bigwigs used certainly was the real deal. His hair, meanwhile, had gone through several transformations, from a tight bun for his wedding look to a pair of twin tails for the schoolgirl outfit they’d forced on him; an outfit he could only assume had to be a fetish costume that Rachel wore for his father during intimate bedroom scenes. Presently, his hair and the extensions attached to it had been put into a trendy updo style that one might see genuine model wear in a fashion magazine. It was almost too surreal how a change of hair could feminize someone’s face so much.

“BWAHAHAHAHA! Sara, you are a flipping genius,” screamed Deloris, rolling over onto the floor in a fit of laughter that brought tears to her eyes. Rachel soon joined in as well, unable to continue digging through the bags from how hysterical she became.

Hearing his stepmother and her bestie’s vicious mockery sent chills through Ryan’s entire body.

While his back was turned to the girls, he was vaguely able to see them sifting through the large bags Sara had brought before cackling maniacally over their contents. His heart rate instantly picked up again, knowing deep down that whatever Sara had come back with was certain to be a humiliating endeavor.

TO BE CONTINUED…

PART 1 PART 3

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bubble-summerdream · 2 years

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Smutt

Oral, toy, cnc teases, didnt proof read, please type dom, female sub

Their first date was amazing! They spend the whole day talking to each other and slowly touching one another more and more until they were finally making out and and groping and griding into each other moaning into each others mouths'!!! Until alast she had to leave.

When she arrived for their second date he placed a black box before her and she stared confused at him chuckling he slowly explained, "This is something youve been begging to have and now you can have it. It is already set up, changed, and ready for you. But if you take it i would like you to use it now, while we are together for as long as you are comfortable. BUT You can take it and we can wait or we can wait until the next time i come out."

Anxiety, need, desire filled her and she asked after a deep breathe, "May i hear and see the app first?" Grinning he took her into his lap and explained the app and they turned it on and she listened as he played the with settings. Blushing she finally turned to him, kissed his cheek, and took the box to the restroom with her. Returning as red as she had been when she left tyey got into his truck. They then went over the setting while she was wearing it and he greedily listened to the noises she made as she began to suck his finger and kiss him, moaning into his mouth as he continued to tease her.

Panting she began to beg, "Lets just go back to your room please Daddy???" I dont wanna wait any longer, please!!!!" Chuckingly he said, "Im sorry Princess, but i promised to spoil and take care of you. We have plans already. Just remember your safeword if it becomes too much.... Do you remeber your safe word Princess?" He then increased the settings and her eyes dilated as she gripped his arm, smirking he continued, "Princess, what is your safe word?" He smiled watching her struggle and growing closer, and right as she turned and opened her mouth, he turned it to a hum. Before she could contain herself a half whine, half cry erupted from her chest. Embarrassed her hands flew to her mouth and she hid her red face. "Im sorry Princess, but if you cant handle to toy and focus maybe we should try again next time?" Her eyes shot to him and his adorable grin met her as he winked.

Pulling herself back together she straightened, "Beetlejuice, Daddy."

"Good girl," and a forehead kiss as she tried to pout, fighting a grin of her own. "Would you like to continue as go about our day or would you like me to not use the toy as much?" He full on chuckled as he continued teasing her, "Youre rules remember?"

Annoyed at herself, but scared of old patterns she slowly took a deep breathe. "I can handle it, but will use my safeword if needed. Please may we continue our day with it still?"

"Of course Princess, whatever you want." and another forehead kiss as they drive and he set it on a premade pattern, holding her hand as they drove. At each stop the pattern would change, as they got mani/pedis she worked hard not to moan aa he triumphantly watched her and they were spoiled together, back in the car and back to the car pattern. As they drove she took his hand from hers it placed it between her thighs as she began to grind into his hand finishes and hearing him moan as she mess made her shorts and his hand!

Panting she turned and begged him to slow or change it as she was sensitive. Grinning he asked, "What if I told you no?" And as he expected her eye diluted and his own cock thobbed, and she blushed and turned away. Playfully he intesified the toy and watched her moan and turn to him with her cute pouty face, he chuckled then slowed the assult for the moment. Embarrassed at how much she was enjoying herself she did the only thing she could think of. Before he could react she had him in her mouth greedily licking his precum covered yummy cock moaning as she licked and sucked him clean. Driving he clicked on a preset mode as he drive and played with her hair. Moaning he pulled off the road and began to fuck her throat like the cock sleeve she was until he finished deep inside moaning her name!!!!

Giggling she slide into the middle still moaning and wiggling with the toy as he ordered her lunch. Pulling off she started to fuss that he had yet to eat when his handsome smile covered his face as he rearranged her and yanked her lace out of his way and removed the toy. Greedily devoured her core as she exploded under him!!! Cleaning himself and her up they went and snuggled at the park until it was time to depart until next time.

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phoniex742 · 11 months

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Plasmas uprsieing

We go far away to a small town buildings stretched up seemingly towering over everyone that walked down the busy streets we go to a small orphinge were we see a teenage kid there hair seembed yed blue his tips a purplish pinkish tips blue earrings lick sticks dangling from there ears there hair was slightly over there right eye blue hairties styled light a cross over it to keep it from falling an amour like suit both pink and blue and short sleves that only covered the wrist sruchnched up like a scrunchy a blue cross hanging from there neck nice pink and blue gloves and blue and pink pants and pink abd blue shoes with nice tips at the end alsmot like they werent attached to the sho the most strangest thing about tem were there eyes which had a strange symbols alsmot like a pink v shape with a blue circle in the middle they were running across the room even though they were a teeanger they were acting almost like a child of course they were there for a reason as they parents had dyed the teenger stuck out his tongue and almost had a wide smile that looked like a fanged smile as they knocked some vases to the ground chuckingly mysvoiusly one of the caretakers chasing them down angrily shouted “castal!get down this isent!” castel laughed as they held out there hand creating a ball of plasma from there hand castal was born with these strange powers of creatieing balls of strange energy and even could shapeshift them into a fire like shape when they first arrived they were scared of these powers and tried to keep them secret they were rather shy to the caretakers and dident talk to much people as they grew they became more and more attuned with there powers and serpent most of there days studying and getting more comfble but after learning more about there aprent the y had renctly decided to rebel they felt cramped in this place and wanted to get out and explore as castal sat there holding the ball of plasma they smirked at the worried look at caretakers face dont get them wrong they apprcted that the caretakers were always somewhat nice to them they gave castal a home and shelter and food but it wasnet because of the kindness of there hearts it was for money and castal knew that plus they would have to kick castal out anyways since they were to old know to stay or at least thats h “nah i rather not “castal said slyly

Caretaker???”castal please don’t do this today we have to tell you something really important “

Castal scoffed they hated how they treated them like a baby “I already know”

Caretaker:....”y-you do?”

Castal crossed there likes “yes I know you’re kicking me out because I’m older “

Caretaker “well that’s not the exact reason but yes I’m afraid you’re going to have to leave nobody has adopted you yet and I’m afraid we’re almost out of space and I’m sorry but we just can’t handle your attitude ‘

Castal sighed “it’s fine I should have seen this coming I’ll walk myself out”

Caretaker” take care castal”

Castal said nothing as they walked down the empty streets knowing they had no home to turn back to ...but know that they were free they set out to explore most of the time outside was just exploring or surviving they used there powers only when they absolutely had to as they spent more time ousted they saw people getting mugged or places getting robed but nobody having the power to help so they decided to intervene they helped people who had no homes and could afford shelters helping them get food and water until they had enough to keep going they saved people who got robbed or were hurt they helped with robberies and began to grow but just because they were gooddident mean they couldn’t be a bit myvouis or a bit childish they still loved to mess with bad guys castal always had fun messing with the castal smirked as he heard the robbery places alarm rang castal smirked as they appeared out of nowhere in the robbery sure castal didn’t come from the worst place but they wouldn’t trade this for the world.

#uprising #elements

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vdlest · 3 years

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A Part Of Me & You

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PostCivilWar!Steve Rogers x GF!Reader

Summary:

Steve knew the consequences he will face after his decision to go against Tony Stark and save his best friend, Bucky. So now that he's a fugitive, you and Steve have no choice but to put your relationship on hold.

Warning:

Fluff

Today marks the one year of your and Steve's last day of seeing each other. You can't believe that it has been a year since the last time you saw him with your own two eyes, the last time you felt his warmth against your skin, the last time you heard his voice, and the last time you were in his arms.

You thought that this must be the biggest and greatest sacrifice you've ever did on your entire life, but it's okay because you did out of love, love for the man you want to spend the rest of your life with.

Steve used to be the country's hero, he is up to this day but some people sees him as an enemy because he fought against Tony Stark and sided with the Winter soldier, who's actually his best friend.

However, for you, he is still the same man you met a few years ago when he saved you from Alexander Pierce and his men. You were an agent at that time in S.H.I.E.L.D. and you thought it was the end of your life when HYDRA took over, but Captain America was there. He saved millions of lives including yours. With the help of your fellow agent, Maria Hill, you were able to visit Steve Rogers in the hospital and thank him personally.

From then on, you two got close and Natasha became your wingman. Steve trained you and one day he came up to you and asked you if you could be his date in a party organized by Tony. Of course, you said yes.

To make the long story short, you and Steve Rogers became a couple.

Your relationship was the best. He would bring you your favorite tulips and your favorite chocolate. He would come to your place and the two of you would just hang out there and watch a movie or read a book together. And when he's at work, he would always check up on you from time to time, especially when he's away on a mission. And when he comes back, he would give you his warm hugs and his sweet endless kisses.

All is well between the two of you until the civil war happened.

You understood Steve's decision and you support it, his decisions didn't scare you at all but what scared you is the consequences he might face. And you know that one of the consequences would be the sacrifice you two are going through now — to be far away from each other.

It has been a year and you have no idea when will you stop counting the days, weeks, months, and even the years of your longing for the man you are waiting for.

It's as if destiny and fate were toying you. You suddenly got a call from the man you're longing for, none other than Steve Rogers.

"Hello?" you said as soon as you answered the phone.

"Y/n?"

The moment you heard that familiar voice, your heart started to beat fast.

"Sweetheart?"

It was indeed his voice. It was really him.

"Steve? Is this really you?" you covered your mouth to prevent your sob to be heard, "If this is really you, when is our anniversary?" you asked.

You don't know who to trust anymore, so even if a part of you already knows that it was Steve, you had to make sure it was really him.

"Oh, sweetheart, we don't have an anniversary because you don't want one, but we met last January 2014, the same day we took down HYDRA. Your left ankle got sprained when you were chasing down Rumlow, and when I saw you, I carried you all the way to the elevator to keep you safe, and I told you that I'll come and find you when all the chaos is done," he said on the other line, convincing you that it was really him.

"And you did find me," you chuckingly said, tears started to flood in your eyes as you realize that you are finally hearing his voice again, "Steve, I miss you so much," you said in between sob.

"I miss you even more now that I'm hearing your angelic voice and hearing it break because of me," Steve sighed, "I'm sorry that it took me so long to call you, to check up on you, but believe me, sweetheart, I'm dying to know how you are and if you're safe or if you're doing great. I wanted to know whether you're still hanging on there and waiting for me or you gave up on me already."

"That'll never happen, baby," you immediately shove off the idea of you giving up on him.

The first few minutes of his call were all about him asking you what have you been up to, where you are right now, and how you are doing since the civil war took place. You asked him back but he told you it is best that you don't know where he is, that'll make you safer from anyone.

"Listen, y/n," Steve cleared his throat and paused for a moment before he continued his sentence, "I have no idea when this whole thing would end. I don't know when and where are we gonna see each other again, but I don't want to keep you waiting for me. I don't want to keep you pausing your life for me. I do--"

You cut him off, "What the fuck are you trying to say, Steve Grant Rogers?" you growled at him.

"What I'm trying to say is that I want you to continue your life. I want you to live your life. You know that all I want is to see you happy, with or without me," Steve pondered.

"No!" you yelled as you shook your head in disbelief.

All this time, you were waiting to hear something and anything from Steve, but when you did, he wanted you to continue your life without him, and that's not even part of what you've been thinking for the past 12 months. All you could think of is his safety, his honor. You want him to go back home with you without any contradictions, without any complications.

"If there's someone else, Steve, just tell me," you sniffled.

"Of course not, y/n," he replied instantly, "There's no one else but you! I love you! I'm dying to be with you again, to hold you again, to hug you again, and to kiss you endlessly! Not being with you kills me every day and the only thing that keeps pushing me to fight every day is you!"

"Then let's fucking fight it together, Steve!"

Your words stopped him from yelling on the other line. It made him shut up.

"Every day, I am surviving because of the same reason you have, for you, for us. I am choosing to wait for you because I'd rather spend the next days, weeks, months, and years of my life waiting for you than living my life without you in it. I am choosing to fight for us even though I have no idea when this whole fucking thing ends. I am not gonna give up what we have because I know, I know in my heart, we will get through this," you said. You wiped your tears away, "I love you, Steve."

"God damn it, nothing has changed. You're still right all the time. I love you too, sweetheart," he replied.

You laughed to fight the sadness and loneliness brewing inside you, "I'll wait for you to come home. I'll be right here, always," you vowed, even if you have no idea when he'll come back to you. All you know is he will.

"Take care of yourself for me while I'm gone, and I will still show you how much I care for you and how much I love you in the way I know," Steve promised, and you know he will make all his promises come true. He never promised anything to you that didn't come true.

He will come home to you, you know that not because he told you or promised you, you know that because you love and trust him with all your heart.

Steve Rogers will come home to you.

No matter how long it takes, you'll wait.

-v.dl

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blueonwrestling · 2 years

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absolutely chuckingly like mad over the fact dana brooke and tamina were the only women on raw last night wrestling.

this is what happens when you fire half your roster then dont bother following any semblance of covid protocols because it costs too much money.

#wwe #raw #dana brooke #tamina snuka

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mr-jokester · 3 years

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Greetings

INVOLVED: The Joker & Harleen Quinzel TIME FRAME: ― LOCATION: Arkham; Gotham City, New Jersey SUMMARY: The Joker meets Hareleen aka Dr. Quinzel for the first time.

The clock on the white tiled walls clicked steadily as Dr. Strange watched the monitors. Arms folded stiffly behind is back, his breathing was slow and measured yet another point of measure to his stalling tactics. He drew his arm from behind his back and looked down at his wrist watch. "45 minutes. Dr. Quinzel. I can't stop this fool's errand of yours so be about your business." He said turning away from the monitor, he left the screening room at a determined pace.

Harley stood straight back, mirroring Dr. Strange's stance. He could try to deter her but it would not work. The Joker was a patient at Arkham there for she could interview him at least on an exploratory basis. She swallowed as Strange moved beside her but other than that she gave no other outward sign of movement. She hid her relief as he retreated, giving what she knew was his own form of permission. No matter, she was quite fine playing the sycophant. Her shoulders fell as the door slammed shut leaving her alone with the monitors. "Jesus." She breathed, shaking out her shoulders. She rolled her neck and grabbed the file off the shelf before exiting the room. The guard looked up then rose to his feet. "Watch yourself in there. The Joker is a tricky bastard." He warned, headed into the surveillance room. Harley huffed. "I know what I'm doing thank you." She said with a hiss of irritation. "That's what they all say .. '' said with a shrug. Harley knocked twice on the examination room door before pushing it open. "Good Afternoon." She said politely, taking a seat.

Chuckling lightly, the Joker watched as who he presumed was a doctor came trotting into the secured room with him. Licking his lips lightly he examined her, taking her all in quietly his neck swiveling from one side to the next slowly. With his feet and hands shackled he sat still and didn’t move as he looked past her at the door that was closing shut. Once it did he blinked slowly and looked at her again, messy green hair adorned his forehead as well as his tiny scar.

Harley sat back and opened her folder. Then removed the pen from her top coat pocket and clicked it once. Then nodded and made a note at the top of an empty piece of paper. She lifted the page reading over notes. After a moment she looked back up to the green haired man. "I'm Dr. Quinzel. I'm here to listen" she said, cocking an eyebrow.

Joker watched the woman as she opened up her folder, she scribbled something down and he raised a brow, a slow chuckle slipped from him as she did. As she finally spoke he fell silent once more, “then go find someone who will talk” he finally replied after a moment.

At his chuckle, Harley nodded making another note on the page. She laid her pen down on top of her papers after that and smoothed her hands over her skirt. "This time is alot to you. We can spend it in silence if you like." She countered, getting comfortable in her seat. She made a show of studying the man openly. His hair, the sharp lines of his face. Detracting even its pale appearance. Setting on the self inflicted cut she asked, "How is your head?"

He watched her scribble something more down and he squint for a minute only to direct his glance elsewhere. When she spoke of sitting in silence he said nothing at all to her in response. Turning to look at her again cracking his neck to the right of him Joker chuckled again, before replying “splitting”.

Harley nodded, smirked then picked up her pencil making another note. Again laying the pencil down, "I'll have them give you something for the pain. If you'd like?" She asked, tilting her head.

“I like the pain” Joker replied back to her with a slow wide grin, he looked down into her lap. Then he looked back up at her, he raised his shackled hands up and then rested them back down in his lap. “You could have them change my vanilla puddin’ to chocolate however, chocolate is my favorite….”

Harley looked off over the Joker’s head, she drew her bottom lip into her mouth and held it there for a moment, ‘You like the pain… that’s odd.” She said furrowing her brows. As she jolted back to the present, She refocused on the man's eyes, puzzled. "Chocolate puddin?..." she said the word leaving her mouth far too unprofessional for her liking. "Pudding" she corrected quickly making another note. "That could be arranged. Anything else? How are you sleeping?"

“Like a baby” the Joker said to her “sleep is so simplistic after a hard day's work and a plan goes unfoiled” he said tauntingly. “The mind is simply at ease” he said carelessly.

Harley's eyebrow rose. "Hmmm. You feel satisfied with the way your plans unfolded?" She asked, skeptical. Oor was it a bid to return to Arkham?"

“I feel divine” Joker said to her with a menacing grin that was as wide as his lips could expand. “Arkham is my second home away from home, I’m always here” he shrugged lightly. “The joy doesn’t come from Arkham, it comes from what brings me here” he tilted his head downward as he glared at her with another wide grin.

Harley nodded her head as if she had made some great revelation. Her stomach turned as the cold blood smile widened on the man’s face. “The joy is in the mayhem and chaos?” She said, evenly. “Why? Why would such a thing bring you such pleasure?” she asked sitting up straight in her seat.

When she pressed him further his smile fell, this woman was quite annoying. By now the fear of unknowing certain things would’ve run someone off. But no this one was too curious. “Curiosity, killed the cat Dr. Quinzel” Joker said letting her name roll off his tongue, eyes darkening as he shifted in the seat tauntingly. “If my hands weren’t shackled I’d show you first hand what brings me pleasure” he smiled again, a chuckle leaving him this time.

A faint smile creased the corners of Harleen’s lips. “I was led to believe you enjoy spectacle.” She uncrossed her legs then repositioned herself crossing them once more, hiding her nerves. “Then I supposed I should be grateful… for the maniacal." She said, smiling herself. "But really I'm not afraid you're my patient. I'm here to help”.

“By people who don’t even know my identity, no one knows what I truly want” Joker said to her tilting his head as he looked her over, taking in her body language. “Help?” he repeated in a sarcastic tone “as if you have the intellectual ability to conquer all of our sick minds and do what Dr. Quinzel?” he asked her “change us?” he joked chuckingly hysterically at her now. “You can’t help me,” he said, his laugh dying. “You don’t have that power” he told her darkly. “None of you do” he said as he shifted dangling the loosened shackle before their faces. “They are going to rush into this room, sound the alarms, but by then… dear Dr. Quinny” he said, moving to stand up. “You could be dead” he grinned wickedly.

Harleen shook her head, "No… of course not. By your actions. You could move like a thief in the night, but you don't. You're a living spectacle. You want our attention and even the blind could see that." She licked her lips, taken in the web of rebuttals the man spun… "you seem to imply we should do away with you all. Is that your advice?" Her eye never left his even as her heart thumped wildly in her chest. His shackle conked together uselessly in front of her face. And suddenly death seemed like a release from the tedium of her existence. Straight faced, she crossed her arms, eyes seeming to smile. "Could be… but what would you gain from that…" she asked flatly. The door burst open, guards with nightclubs at the ready. Harleen went to her feet spinning, she tossed her arms out to the side "stand down", she barked back to the Joker. "Stand down now."

Had she been studying him long before he had gotten there? This intrigued him, she… was fond of him, in a way. That is what limited her ability to fear him, curiosity and wander. Oh, this would be very easy. He looked up to see the guards slowly and he smirked at them “Dr. Quinny” he said his tongue clicking loudly in his mouth “Quinny, Quinn, Quinn” he breathed as stood there arms stretched. Joker licked the corners of his mouth “you are courageous” he told her simply as he moved closer to her, stepping out of the shackles that were supposed to keep his feet planted to the ground. “I never liked a superhero though” he growled as his hand moved for her neck, tightly tugging her to him. His eyes moving to her clipboard, using the opportunity to read what she’d scribbled before the guard inevitably overpowered him.

Harleen choked, gasping for air as she was bodily pulled back by her neck. She could sense the crazy strength in his white hands and was sure this might be her last day. Instead of resisting the man’s pull she went with it. Once close to his body, she brought her elbow back hard and fast in a quick stop to his gut. “Don’t touch me.” She hissed with what breath she could pull into her lungs. Following the momentum from his pull and her jab, she fell back into the Joker taking them both to the floor.

“Ah” the Joker said dryly as he fell back with the woman, he chuckled loudly into the space and said “a fighter?” both shock and amusement in his voice “I never took you for a fighter as well” he laughed to himself. The guards undoubtedly worked at nothing to rough him up and beat his ass no less before they pulled him up on his feet. “A classic psychopath?” he spat at her with a bloody smile as he was carried out. “How nice of you Dr. Quinzel, I’ve never been called sweeter words” he barked, before he chuckled his way down the hall, being drugged by his arms no less. “Lack of empathy” he called out, chuckling harder “failure to form emotional attachments!” he yelled out again as they turned the corner.

Everything was a blur once they hit the floor, hand pulled her away from Joker, and the sounds of fist hitting flesh filled the room. She moved to a corner and hands up around her throat coughing. “Stop it! enough!” She tried to say. Though none of her words touched the air. She looked widely for her notes as the Joker hurled her private thoughts back at her. “I’m still going to try. See you next week!” She found herself saying somehow finding her voice.

#thread #thread: greetings #samcedes rp

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boomstyle · 4 years

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Sonic Boom: Friend or Foe

[Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and settings of Sonic boom. Oh, watch out for OCs!]

First Impression

We rushed to Lady Walrus's house. On the way, we were followed by a stranger with firepower. It was really creepy so we ignored him at first until...

"Hi", a stranger said.

"Hi, what can I help you?", I greeted back. Knuckles and Tails face to him while Sticks screamed in fear.

"Uhm", a stranger said

"AHHHHH", Sticks screamed while she ran away in fear.

"Uhm, I am just wanna say sorry", a stranger said.

"Sorry, Hahaha... Yeah Sorry", Knuckles said.

"For what?", I am confused. What's with this guy? If it's for the battle, I don't really see the point.

"Well, 'cause I intervene with the battle and you lose the credit for being the hero", a stranger replied.

"No need to say sorry. You're helping us, thank you.", Tails said

"Exactly.", I agree on Tails.

"Uhmm... Why is she running away? Is it because of me?", a stranger confused at Sticks. Of course, he was confused. I mean what did he do.

"Oh, you mean, Sticks", Tails asked.

"Oh, her name was Sticks", a stranger asked.

"Yeah, don't mind her. She's kind of paranoid and little bit crazy but she's actually nice", I assured.

"Yeah, she's the nuthead and WILD." Knuckles said chuckingly.

"Oh, ok. By the way, where are you going?", a stranger asked.

"We're visiting my friend at Lady Walrus's house.", I answered.

"Can I join you?", A stranger asked.

Gosh, he's creepily nice to us but why was he following us. I kinda had a bad feeling but he saved the day so why can't he follow us.

"oh, sure but you're staying outside.", I hesitated 'cause yeah it's weird being followed around by a stranger

"oh, ok", a stranger said.

So, your name?", I asked

"Shawn "

"Sonic"

"Tails"

"Knuckles"

On The Way to Lady Walrus's House

"Tails, I got a bad feeling about him", I whispered.

"What? Why? He seemed nice.", Tails whispered.

"Ohh, you shouldn't be fooled by his mask", Sticks whispered.

"Mask? What Mask, Sticks?", Tails asked whisperedly.

"Uhm, are you guys saying something?", Shawn wondered.

"Nothing, let's go!", I assured.

At Lady Walrus's House

"Amy"

"Oh, hey guys"

"How's Lady Walrus?", I asked.

"Well, about that.", Amy said while figling with her hand.

"Lady Walrus's back muscles are overstretched and slightly torn out but luckily it doesn't swell.", Doc explained Lady Walrus's medical condition. Well, he could have just said that Lady Walrus was having a mild back injury, duh!

"So, I can't go out to the Meh Burger.", Lady Walrus asked.

"Absolutely but don't worry, it will heal in few weeks", Doc reassured Lady Walrus.

"But what about the baby, who's going to take care of the baby?", Lady Walrus concerned about the baby.

"Oh, so you're suddenly thinking about your baby", I said.

"ehmm....", Amy and Tails gave me a death stare.

"I can take care of baby Chun li, Mama.", Startford said.

"Thank you, Startford. You're such a sweet boy.", Lady Walrus said.

"Hey, Sonic.", Shawn said.

"Shawn, I told you to wait outside", I feel irritated by a new guy barging inside.

"Sonic, who is he?", Amy asked.

"Amy, meet Shawn, the guy who saved us from trouble.", I told her about it.

"Hi", Shawn greeted.

"Hi", Amy greeted back awkwardly.

"Awkward?", Shawn asked.

"yeah, awkward.", Amy said.

[Awkward Silent Stare between Amy and Shawn]

After the whole awkwardness, Amy approached me angrily and said that we need to talk. I didn't get why she was angry. Sure, I am impulsive and tend to run headlong into trouble but she didn't need to go on redheaded. GEEZZZ...

At Amy Rose's Hut

"Sonic, can you explain why you bring a stranger in?", Amy asked angrily.

"Oh, come on. Ames, he helped us.", I convinced her. Yeah, she just become hotheaded as usual. I mean what's the harm with letting a stranger in.

"Ok, let's say he helped you to defeat Eggman, Charlie and Belinda but Shawn is a total stranger, Sonic. We don't know his personality, his background and his everything. He could have had an ulterior motive.", Amy felt irritated by my impulsive decision.

"Ames, please give him a chance!" I beg Amy because he could have been a nice guy because he seemed nice.

"Sonic, you are such an... UGH, FINE! I will give him a chance but I will hold you accountable for his misbehaviour and deeds", Amy hold her breathe for a while and her face turned sour and frightening.

"Really!! Thank you, Ames.", I said gratefully while hugging her.

Phew, I thought she would never give him a chance. I mean sure our meeting was really weird and awkward but he seemed to be nice and friendly so why not include him as a new member of Team Sonic. Well, of course I did it after consultation with my secret girlfriend. SUSH!! DON'T LET ANYONE KNOW THAT I HAVE DATED HER FOR A YEARS! OR ELSE THE VILLAGE, TEAM AND VILLAINS WOULD GO NUTS!!

#sonicboom #sonic fanfiction #sonic the hedgehog #sonamy #sonamyboom #friend or foe? [anonymous]#boom!sonic #boom!amy #boom!knuckles #boom!tails #boom!sonamy

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