right so like. since i'm returning to tumblr (both because of twitter's imminent collapse and also the fact that my account is locked ANYWAY because i antagonised muskrat) i feel like i need to set some ground rules:
âą i've got some messy ships, i indulge in problematic fiction. this ranges from abuse to minor/adults and everything in between. I Do Not Condone These Things In The Real World. let it be known that i am completely capable of separating fiction and reality. i have shipped incest for many years, never in my life has this ever made me feel anything towards my siblings because it Doesn't work like that!
âą i do not want children following me, under any circumstances. age in bio or i'm blocking. i am 23, i have no need to talk to anybody under 18 besides the friends i've had since before i was 18. it's nothing personal, i just want to be comfortable in talking about nsfw topics :)
âą i have my beliefs and it's unlikely i will really sway from those. i'm a little bit morally grey in that my opinions sometimes go against what is deemed normalâ that being said, i'm not bigoted.
getting back into the flow of things here will be hard, but i hope i can have some fun here :>
with pavitr having his hair out of the mask, and hugging gayatri when he saves her, and having The Worst attempt at disguising his voice out of all the spiderkids (which is saying something, when you're up against miles and gwen) - i love the idea that everybody in mumbattan absolutely knows that pavitr prabhakar is spider-man, but all have an unspoken agreement to never actually acknowledge it, because he's sweet and helpful and god, he's just a kid.
tourists and visitors and people just moving there will gesture to his very visible and easily identifiable hair and open their mouths to comment on it, and the nearest Seasoned Member of the Pavitr Prabhakar Defense Committeeâą will slap a hand over their mouth and wrangle them in the opposite direction before they can blow his cover and get him arrested
"I wish the film industry would represent autism accurately-"
Ok, try again. You want the film industry to represent YOU accurately. Just because you're not represented doesn't mean that there aren't autistics who feel very much represented because that's their lived reality and that's how they are and how people perceive them.
The film industry often represents autism accurately, it simply doesn't represent your autism, so if you want your autism to be represented, please say that instead of throwing those under the bus who feel represented.
There are autistics who love Sheldon Cooper because they absolutely relate to him and feel seen (at least the first couple of seasons, not sure about the rest). There are autistics who love Shaun Murphy because they are just like him and feel seen -
I only watched season 1, but I especially like that his executive dysfunction is shown in that he needs alarms for brushing his teeth and knowing when to stop, not knowing how to express his point, having a strange facial expression just like me, having an "odd" voice which is absolutely accurate for many many autistics, and bonus points for him being able to live with his brother as a child without completely freaking out - if that would have happened, it would be an "autism stereotype" that applies to me, but they made him more independent. Bonus points for making him more independent and therefore breaking the "helpless savant" stereotype! Also he can cope with sudden touch even though it's uncomfortable to him (episode 1).
I don't know how he's shown now, but what I saw in season 1 was really well researched and accurate representation for a special group of autistics - not for every autistic, that will never be possible. It simply will never be possible to represent every group of autistics at once. But this group there was well represented.
If I'd look at autistic characters and say "This is bad representation" whenever it doesn't represent ME specifically, I'd say that to every character there is. Because my kind of autism simply isn't represented, not even here on Tumblr.
Instead I check if there are nuances that are well researched and definitely an autism thing. And I find these nuances everywhere and am really happy that people did so much research about that.
Prev "the problem was never inaccuracy[...]" - YES! Whenever people have a problem with autistic or autistic-coded characters, it's because of plot things, of "friends" making fun of the character, of the autism being used as an excuse for bigotry (because the writers pulled that trope), etc., but NOT because the autism actually is represented inaccurately!
But that's the plot, that's not "inaccurate autism representation" -
Whenever autistics criticise that, they don't say "Hey, you pulled this shitty trope again, stop that!". But this is exactly what they should say! The answer to writers making characters do shitty things is pointing that out - NOT acting like they didn't research autism well enough.
Because whenever they do that, everyone who relates to that character because of their traits hears "Hey, your existence isn't accurate representation!"
summary: oh no! im stuck and i cant get out and my big, sexy brother is home alone with me! whatever shall i do..
tw: INCEST, mindbreak, size difference, manipulation. NONCON/DUBCON, dacryphilia, RIMMING, degradation, dirty talk, feminization(?), etc.
notes: this was a lovely commission from someone that requested more sonny-nii! i got a bit too into it and wrote way more than i was expecting. they gave me permission to share it with everyone, yay!
commission info is here , this fic is incredibly perverted so.. just a warning.
truly, honestly, from the bottom of your very heart â you didnât mean to get stuck underneath the bed with your lower half sticking out like the most predictable homemade porno in history.
but, alas, you did.
you were stuck, and as embarrassing as it was to have another person see you like this, you needed help.
trying to reach for something underneath your bed was clearly the wrong choice. fingers stretching, eyebrows furrowed as you extended your arm as much as it could go. â..come.. on..!â you sighed in frustration, laying your head down and accepting your fate before the door creaked open.
ây/n? are you alright? i heard the bed creakâ.â
sonny couldnât finish his sentence, freezing at your doorway. âsonny! thatâs you, isnt it?â his eyes raked over your poor, helpless little body. his breathing became ragged, licking his lips.
âoh.â was this.. a dream? his adorable little brother, the boy who invades his dreams every night, sprawled out and bent over for him? the blonde gulped, his body feeling warm. wearing those slutty little shorts you insisted on, you barely left anything to imagination for the poor man, the slim fabric showing a perfect outline of your ass. so innocent â so slutty.
clearing his throat, the eldest spoke up. âum, what happened, little bro..?â sonny tried to speak as innocently as he could. he started to move a bit closer, hovering over you eerily quiet.
you looked so small like this.. bent over on the floor, ass in the air. he knew that his stature compared to yours displayed a significant height difference, but this made his head spin. âi-i was stupid, tried to reach for something that fell behind my bed, but ended up stuck in this thing. i canât seem to pull myself out, itâs too tight. do you think you could help?â
your room was met with an uncomfortable silence.
thoughts ran through sonnys head. âwas this.. okay to do?â his inner consciousness fought relentlessly, eyes staring at the door then back at you. he shouldnâtâ he couldnât! you were his little brother, and sure, even if you were older now, that didnât excuse him being a pervert! he should just help you out and excuse himself to his room like he always does, right? yknow, the right thing an older brother would do?
the breaking point, however, was when you had shimmied your hips, trying to find a position that was less painful on your knees. your shorts had angled themselves in a way that sonny had a full view of your dick, peeking through the fabric, small and innocent and inviting.
he needed to have you. now.
it felt like forever had passed, until you cleared your throat. âbig bro? i asked if you couldââ your sentence was cut off by the harsh slap on your ass, emitting a surprised yelp from yourself as sonny sighed. yea, this was obviously the correct choice. the skin was already reddening from his rough hand, making you wince in discomfort.
âive always wanted to do that.â his laugh was shaky, smiling to himself as his palm began to sting from the impact. his heart felt as if it would burst in his poor little chest, letting his other hand slap the other cheek. âow!â you wailed this time, head bumping against the bottom of the mattress as you tried to instinctively get away. but you couldnât â you were trapped in sonnyâs grasp. sonny was strong. he had to be, given his line of work and title, but you never really learned the true extent of it until today. the officer couldnât help himself, fingers grabbing onto the waistband of your shorts and pulling everything off, your bottom half exposed.
âgod, look at you, little bro. your body is so perfect. weâre you waiting for this the entire time?â you stood silent, speechless at what was unfolding. even if you had shook your head ânoâ, sonny wouldnât care, quickly giving into his own perverse desires. of course you did this on purpose â why wouldnât you? it was too perfect of a moment not to be planned out beforehand. the slutty little outfit, your parents not being home until tomorrow, and sonny having the weekend off. how considerate of you, to think of your creepy older brother like this. your ass looked so inviting, the blondes mouth started to water. his intrusive thoughts won, shuffling closer until his mouth was mere centimeters away from your little hole.
âwait, s-sonny, you canât!â you tried to squirm away, sonnys hands gripping your thighs to keep you in place; not that he needed much help, with the mattress sandwiching you. moaning, your toes curled in pleasure as your brother began making out with your asshole, groaning and huffing behind you. it felt beyond dirty, your sounds only spurring him further, tongue delving past the tight rim of muscle as he closed his eyes in pure bliss. it was every perverts dream, after all.
his skilled tongue slurped obscenely in your hole, your cock pitifully leaking tiny spurts of precum from how dirty this all was. it felt humiliating. having your ass eaten as a guy was one of the least things youâd expected to ever happen to you. sonnys face was flushed, eating as if he was a starved man, lips and chin glossy with spit. everytime the man pulled back, he just delved right back in, your resolve stripping away with every flick of his tongue. it was so sloppy, some of his saliva even dripped down your taint, a trail dripping onto the floor. the older man groaned, furiously pumping.. was that his cock? fucking into his hand, sonny gave one last smooch to your hole, pulling away with a sigh. your cock twitched, whining at the loss of touch as your hole fluttered around nothing. you were aching, core nearly on fire with how badly you needed him â someone, anything to fill you up, as shameful as it made you feel.
for better or for good, the blonde was impatient. smirking, sonny popped open a small bottle of lube, the click making your heart drop. was he..?
âb-big bro, this isnât funny anymore, okay..? just help me out of here, please?â you spoke up, voice shaky without a single threat in them. i mean, what could you do? you were in sonnys hands now, and no one was coming to help you for hours, lower half exposed and ready for the claim. sonny hummed in response, a hand tenderly caressing your red skin, thumb cheekily slipping into your hole.
âof course ill help you out, y/n. i never said i wouldnt.â sighing in relief, you wiggled your ass, trying to squirm and get yourself out. unfortunately, in sonnys twisted mind, it looked as if you were teasing him even more. he took his thumb out of your ass, instead teasing the gaping hole with the tip of his cock. practically growling, his hand spanked the soft skin of your behind, shuffling to get even closer to you.
fucking slut. â..i didnât say id let you out right now, though. be good for me, wonât you?â you didnât even have time to process sonnys words before he slipped inside you, gripping your ass as he let out a loud moan.
âfuck, oh god..â the officer cursed under his breath, eyes closed from how blissful your walls were clenching around him. you sobbed softly, at least thankful that being stuck here meant sonny didnât have to see how pathetic you looked â not like it would deter him from his goal or anything. âyouâre so tight, i can â hah! barely move, fuck!â
the squelch of your lubed ass sucking his cock in made you cringe, sonny losing himself in the erotica of it all. taking off his shirt, he pulled out, granting you a moment of relief before he slammed back in again. âs-sonny!â you tried to get up again, hitting your head hard against the metal frame of the mattress, but sonny didnât care. he couldnât find it in himself to give a damn. you were so smaller so tight, so pliant in his hands. the blonde showed no mercy, pistoning into your poor body with little grunts of appreciation.
full. you felt so, so full. it wasnât a surprise sonny had a big cock to match his big stature, but god, you swore you could feel him in your tummy as he abused your little hole. before you knew it, you were moaning now, desperate little whines of pleasure as sonny rammed in that spot that made you see stars for the first time in your life. âb-big bro.. slow.. nnh..!â sonny chuckled, spanking you again to add to the other countless times today, cock twitching inside of you. the wet plap of skin against skin did nothing to help your brain, slowly turning into mush with every stir of the blondes dick.
âyou like this, donât you, y/n? getting fucked like a girl? yea?â you whined loudly, the coil in your stomach only growing tighter and tighter because of sonnys filthy words. you were positive you wouldnât be able to sit after this, from the way the older man fucked you as if he wanted to make your insides remember his shape. drooling, your legs were wide open, wanting more of the sickly pleasure he was drowning you in. âsonny, o-onii, i cantâ!â
god, maybe sonny shouldâve pulled you out from underneath this mattress. he licked his lips, so badly wanting to shove his tongue in your mouth, trap you in a mating press like you deserve. hissing from how tight you clenched around him, sonny extended his hand to squeeze your cock, relishing in the loud cry you let out. âcome on then, little bro! i know you can do it. cum for me.â his voice dropped low, his pace unforgiving on your poor little body as you came with another yell, thick seed pooling below. seeing you cum all because of him was enough to send the pervert into his own frenzy, quickly cumming after you. his load spilled deep inside, sighing in relief as you groaned.
your body fucking ached, bruised and sore everywhere. you didnât even have the strength to keep your knees up, only held by sonnys strong hands as he cooâed at your pitiful state. donât worry, little one â your big brother would take care of you all weekend long.
âill let you out now, okay? then, we can go for round two.â
vanilla extract is perhaps the fastest a meme has become unfunny to me. it was funny the first time i saw it (everyone choosing vanilla extract in the "let's bake a cake" poll), and then it was funny when i saw it in an unrelated poll. and after that it was never funny ever again
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