could I request newly adopted trans masc reader who is autistic, both demisexual and hypersexual, with a massive incest kink he's suppressed his entire life out of shame?
He keeps a secret blog to write out his fantasies, and of course that was one of the first things his new family cracked into when he was adopted.
im demisexual as well so i will write this with all the love in the world.
"What doing?" Cass asks, walking into your room, where you're very focused on your computer. You slam your computer close, freezing up in a panic. You can't hide anything from your sister, not that you'd want to but right now you really want to.
"Hiding something." Cass says, frowning at you. You nod, because you are hiding something and its a major something. It's not your sister's business but you may or may not run an fauxcest blog on tumblr. A very popular fauxcest blog on tumblr. "I- yeah I am. It's really not all that important. Please Cass, leave it alone."
Cass seems to ponder this, and hums, rocking back and forth on her feet, watching you, as if she knows something that you don't. "Kiss please." You know what she means, a kiss on the cheek and she'll leave it alone. Sighing, you close your computer and walk over to kiss her cheek gently. She hums, pleased and walks out of the room with a pep in her step.
"Tim, help." Cass says, walking into his room without asking. Tim looks up from whatever he's working on and turns his head at her.
"What's up Cass?" He asks her. She takes out her phone and opens her text to speech app. Little brother is hiding something she writes, frowning at him.
"Which one, Big, medium, me or little?" Cass frowns, fingers flying over her phone Medium brother she types said I would leave it alone. Lied. Tim laughs and turns to his moniter set up typing something unknown to her.
"Set up a backdoor into his computer when he started living here. I'll just look at it and-" Tim's smile turns sinister as he looks at their younger brother's computer.
"Looks like baby has a crush," he coos, "He's going through the same thing Duke went through when they joined the family." Cass wrinkles her nose. She's never been one for shame and doesn't understand why other people have it.
Cass starts to storm out to yank her baby brother back here and fuck him with her strap til he can't walk anymore but Tim puts a gentle hand on her arm.
"We need to get everyone on the same page about this. I'm pretty sure I know how they'll all react but it's best to make sure.
TimTam: So I found out some interesting info about our newest brother
TimTam: He has some interesting fantasies
Duchess: I thought you were banned from going through people's computers and what is it with this family and crushes on each other?
TimTam: Not when someone brings me a concern of theirs and Cass was kind enough to tell me that he was hiding something from us.
Dami: There are rules about hiding things are there not?
Dickiebird: <: indeed there are dames
TimTam: So we're in agreement, corner them and punish them for their nonsense thoughts of hiding things from us?
Jay: I think the way you think Timmy
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You frown as you're editing your post because you can't figure out what's wrong with it. Everything on the surface is good but something, something is missing. You chew on your lip as you're thinking, fingers skirting across the keyboard.
"I thought Dickiebird told you to stop chewing on your lip." You startle, slamming your keyboard closed, frowning at Jason who's leaning against your door, staring at you.
"You're an asshole, you know that?"
Jason grins at you, all teeth. It's ridiculous how attractive that is to you despite most of your senses screaming danger.
"You know what a little birdie told me?" He asks, stepping further into your room.
"What did Tim or Babs tell you?" You ask because he won’t leave you alone unless he gets the attention he wants. All of them are like this, touchy and starved for safety.
"A little birdie told me you have a crush." You do not freeze. Your posture stays calm and relaxed. You are not panicking.
"Really now? Who do I have a crush on?" Jason smiles meanly, and shrugs at you. You have the sudden desire to throw something at him.
"Us of course." You freeze, look at the nearest window and debate on jumping out of it.
"Don't you dare." Jason warns you, waiting to see how you'll move in your panic. You reach down to grab your emergency bag and bolt past time through the doorway. Jason cackles from behind you and chases after you, his footsteps light for such a large man.
There is blood pumping in your veins, the hind brain way in the back screaming predator, predator, run run run. You aren't safe. You have keys to one of the bikes, maybe if you get to the garage you can get away.
There's no more sound from behind you but you don't risk turning. You slide down the stairs on the banister, and you're almost at the garage, almost free when you're tackled down to the ground.
"Hey sweetheart," Dick says into your ear. You can hear his smile. "You were so very close to leaving us weren't you?" You thrash against him, panic in your brain because they know, they know, they know.
"Let me go, you fuck" You snap, trying your best to get him off of you by rolling like a panicking prey animal but he holds tight like a fucking octopus.
"Nah-uh honey we need to have a little talk." Dick has this tendency to coo at things when he knows he’s winning, all condescension and poison sweetness. In any other scenario you’d be happy as a clam right now.
"What the fuck is there to talk about? I'm a freak and I need to leave. I know that." Dick chuckles, the sound warm and breathy against your ear.
"You're really dead set on leaving us aren't you sugar? I think we need to discuss that." Without any sounds of effort, Dick lifts you up and off the ground, and carries you back up the stairs even as you're thrashing. You keep yelling obscenities at him until he sighs and throws you over his shoulder. It knocks the air out of you. “Enough of that pretty boy or I’m telling Damian.” You freeze, panic evident in your body language. Damian takes any threat to Dick very seriously and owns enough knives to make your end hurt.
Dick carries you into his room and dumps you on the bed. When you go to bolt again, you’re yanked back by your hair. “Ow,” you hiss, turning to stab a bitch for grabbing you by the hair. When you turn, it's Duke, staring at you placidly.
“You’re lucky we haven’t tied you up for the stunt you pulled,” They warn, none of their usual warm humor on their face. “When it was me, I got fucking stunned for trying to run.”
“Oh hush shamsi,” Damian says, his hand resting on Duke’s shoulder, “You were strong then and strong now. You handled it fine.”
“You still didn’t need to stun me,” Duke snaps and Damian smiles meanly, cradling Duke’s face in his hands and suddenly they’re kissing, hard. You are dreaming, you have to be. Dick is watching them with a fond smile on his face, his hand on your shoulder, a warning.
“Jason and Cass walk in together, Jason talking about some book he’s been reading. When he sees you not pouting on the bed he laughs, and nods to Cass. She grins
approaching the bed and climbing on, the sway of her hips obvious.
“Here, now.” You blink and there’s a mouth on your mouth. Cass currently tastes like strawberries, and you let her kiss you as you panic on the inside. When she separates from you, she frowns, confused.
She gets her phone out and types what’s wrong? Are you scared? You shake your head, “Not scared, I’m confused.”
Tim walks into the room as you say that, “Let me break it down for you. You are gonna lay on that bed and we’re gonna fuck you til you cry.”
Tim smiles, sweet and soft. It's a lie, you know that but still, you watch him and wait.
“Oh and by the way sweetheart, it’s big brother.”
